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[funky hip-hop beat layers in]

[older Kanan] Previously on Raising Kanan...

I need the cash, and I need it now.

You find someone to take this shit off my hands,

and I'll make sure you get a nice cut of the dough.

I may have a buyer from overseas,

-who'd be interested in it. -[camera clicking]

Who's supplying your horse?

You just want my heron connect?

Why the fuck didn't just ask?

Why we got to go through all this?

-[gun clicks] -[panting]

Now give me the fucking name, or I'ma load this shit up.

My parents are saying I can never see you again.

Your parents are right, Aisha,

you shouldn't be with me.

Those police still trying to scare you?

They said another neighbor

saw a Black guy coming out of the house.

What you do?

Guess I'ma need you to get the cop to look into it.

Anything Baptiste touched is potentially tainted.

I didn't know they were gonna have him killed.

-Who made the call? -Ishmael and Stephanie Henry.

-Snaps and Pop. -They killed Fame?

With some help from the police.

And no side hustles this time around, Breeze.

Your work is our work.

-Who are you? -Y'all fucking with me now.

I kept my dad from beatin' you to fuckin' death

because I thought-

I thought maybe there was more to this.

You ain't about shit, Kanan.

I panicked, I didn't know what to do.

Nah, you ain't panic, you protected Kanan.

I'm all fucked up out here, Lou-Lou.

I don't even know what I'm doin'.

Anybody fucks with my tenants, they fuck with me.

We already cut Raq off at the knees.

I want her cut off at the fucking neck.

We have found another partner.

You fuckin' with Stefano and all of them?

He makin' you kick me to the curb.

You don't know shit about where I'm from.

You about to find out.

How many more wars you tryin' to have at the same time?

As many as it take to win.

-I don't have time for this. -Ain't gonna take long.

[gunshots]

You gon' put down Raq?

It's about showin' who the fuck we are.

-I appreciate the opportunity. -Best of luck Jarita.

You, too.

You workin' with Raq? I got beef with her.

And who the fuck are you, exactly?

Her son.

♪ I'm a hustla, baby ♪

-♪ I'm a hustla, baby ♪ -♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I know heartbreaks Setbacks ♪

♪ Bitch, if I crap out I'm sure I'ma get back ♪

♪ I been through The ups and downs ♪

♪ You know I get around ♪

♪ So to me, it's all a part Of the game ♪

♪ If I ain't the coke man Or the dope man ♪

♪ I'm almost for sure, man I gotta take it ♪

♪ No need to say shit I'm gon' take it ♪

♪ Robberies turn homicide It's nothin' to play with ♪

♪ Make money Make-make-make money ♪

♪ When shit hit the fan We'll take money, Southside ♪

♪ Beef with the best of 'em Done shot at the rest of 'em ♪

♪ Checks, I'm collectin' 'em Check, boy, I'm finessin' 'em ♪

♪ Big bags of bread ♪

♪ Boy, you fuck around Put a big bag on your head ♪

♪ 'Fore the weather break You're dead ♪

♪ Let's get to it ♪

♪ They don't do it Like we do it ♪

♪ Cop it, whip it Bag it, flip it ♪

♪ Re-up, we up G'd up, what up? ♪

♪ Runnin' 'round this bitch Still not givin' a fuck ♪

♪ When it come to that paper There'll be no complications ♪

♪ Ha-ha, that's right ♪

♪ Put a hole in a nigga Right in front of you ♪

♪ Your heartbeat pacin' ♪

♪ And it's alright ♪

♪ That's how we do it On this side ♪

♪ Niggas get to it On this side ♪

♪ I know heartbreaks Setbacks ♪

♪ Bitch, if I crap out I'm sure I'ma get back ♪

♪ I been through The ups and downs ♪

♪ You know I get around ♪

♪ So to me, it's all a part Of the game ♪

♪ If I ain't the coke man Or the dope man ♪

♪ I'm almost for sure, man I gotta take it ♪

♪ No need to say shit I'm gon' take it ♪

♪ Robberies turn homicide It's nothin' to play with ♪

♪ Ayy, ayy ♪

[Rileyy vocalization]

[melancholy music playing]

[older Kanan] When you hustlin',

you ain't thinkin' about nobody but you.

You tellin' yourself it's for all your peoples, your family,

but fuck outta here with all that.

This about you, nigga.

Always been about you.

But when shit get ill,

that's when you start thinkin' about your people.

You worry they gonna pay for what you did.

That they gonna die behind your bullshit.

So you don't sleep, don't eat,

damn near don't even breathe.

And you keep asking yourself the same shit

over and over and over again.

What the fuck did I do?

What the fuck did I do?

She and her brother must die.

Well, look, first let me express my condolences.

I mean, when you're in our line of work, we-

We often lose sight of the- the human cost.

And, frankly, that's- that's the highest price we pay.

So I'm- I'm sorry for your loss, and it's a fucking tragedy.

I am concerned

that killing her might offend your colleague in Manhattan.

And I don't want that kind of trouble.

Without you and the Colombian, Raq's business is done.

Fini. Kaput.

And if her business is dead,

she's of no use to Pino Bernardi.

[chuckles]

If you ain't a paycheck for Pino,

you ain't worth his while.

Let me handle her, Hafiz.

I owe Raq and her brother

bullets to the head for quite a while.

Time to pay off that debt.

[dramatic music playing]

John.

[Raq] She tell you what it's about?

Just said we need to meet.

You hittin' that?

I keep tellin' you,

ain't nothin' like that been goin' on between me and Flossie.

Ain't no judgment here, nigga.

Just tryin' to see if you got a close enough connect to her

that could help us smooth out any shit that might be rough.

We just talk, that's all.

Here she come. [clears throat]

How can anyone live anywhere but New York?

I don't get it.

So your son broke into my apartment last night.

I don't know if he was there to kill me or scare me,

and I don't care one way or the other.

Look, Kanan just a confused, angry kid who--

He told me he swapped out those drugs

that killed the judge.

And he also told me that you knew.

You lied to me.

Did you know?

We're done.

I've already let Pino Bernardi know.

I'm gonna miss talking to you, Marvin.

Our conversations meant a lot to me.

Me too.

This shit can be fixed.

Your brother is the only reason you're not dead already.

So don't press your luck.

[dramatic music playing]

Your girl just fucked us.

Nah, we fucked ourselves.

I told you I was gonna scare her.

That's what I did.

But you didn't scare her, Kanan.

You pissed her off.

And Flossie Siegal ain't someone you wanna piss off.

I wanted her to stop working with Raq,

and that's what she gon' do.

And she was real clear she wasn't gon' do nothin' to you.

You good.

You said that you and me are the same, but we not.

I'm not like you. I'm not like this.

The fuck did you think was gon' happen

when I walked in there with my gat out?

I don't know. I don't know why I started helping you

with this shit in the first place.

This whole thing with you has fucked with my head.

You was all sweet and nice to me.

I didn't, I didn't, I didn't believe it.

I didn't believe you.

But then once you told me you was playin' me,

I started to trust you.

Treat me good and I don't trust you.

Lie to me and I do.

What the fuck does that say about me?

I mean, how much do I hate myself?

Obviously, I think that I deserve to be lied to,

deserve to be played with, treat me like shit

and I'll even help you set up my boss,

who kills people.

Like I said, Flossie ain't gonna do shit to you, Jarita.

But I ain't got time to listen to all this noise right now.

Fuck you, Kanan.

Fuck you too, bitch.

That shit between us wasn't ever real anyway.

♪♪♪

We gonna hit that pawnshop.

Knock that shit to the fuckin' ground!

Fuck Stefano, fuck Snaps,

fuck Pop, fuck Breeze, fuck all of 'em.

Fuck Kanan too, though.

We go in blastin' and he there, he gonna get dropped.

See, you want to be at war with all these niggas,

but you real choosy on who we killin'.

Kanan still a kid, Marvin.

He don't know what the fuck he doin'.

D-Wiz was a kid.

So was that bike nigga we put down.

And Scrap wasn't even much older than Kanan.

Don't seem like you got a issue killin' other people kids.

You wanna kill your nephew?

Is that what you want?

I don't want nothin' to do with none of this shit.

But I'm in too deep now to get the fuck out,

so, I'ma follow your lead,

until we get to wherever the fuck we goin'.

Hit the pawn shop and bring Kanan to me.

You'd do the same shit if it was Juke.

♪♪♪

[door closes]

This shit is a fuckin' mess.

Detective Garcia.

Come on in.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Just got word.

The Thomases are fair game.

Raq and her brother ain't got no friends no more.

So it's open season.

Stefano wants us to handle it.

But you and Kanan gon' do the work.

It's Kanan's fam, though.

It's a lot to ask.

This will be a good measuring stick for him.

Young Kanan is always sayin' he's with us.

Time to put some walk behind all that talk.

You gon' take out Raq.

Don't wanna take a chance on Kanan freezin' up

when it comes to his mother.

But we gonna insist that Kanan pull a trigger here.

We need to see how committed and dedicated he really is.

Kanan's with us, man.

That don't necessarily mean he gone be cool

with droppin' his own peoples.

We his peoples now.

He got a problem with it, then he's the problem.

And Kanan knows how we handle problems.

[tense music playing]

A number of people say

that they saw you having a heated conversation

with Captain Baptiste at his retirement party.

In light of his suicide,

we're wondering what the subject matter

of that conversation was and whether it might

give us some sense of Captain Baptiste's mental state.

Honestly, I don't even remember.

We were just talking shit.

Baptiste owed me some money off some bet we made on the Jets,

and I was giving him a hard time about it.

That's all.

Captain Baptiste gamble regularly?

No, no, it wasn't anything like that.

It was for dinner at Peter Luger or some bullshit.

Captain Baptiste was under investigation for corruption

by our office as well as the F.B.I., Detective Garcia.

Any insight on him

that you might be able to provide us would be invaluable.

Get the hell out of here.

Baptiste was about as by the book as you get.

[chuckles]

Depends on what book you're talking about.

Look,

Captain Baptiste was good to me.

I don't have a bad word to say about him.

Far as I'm concerned,

he was a great cop and an even better man.

♪♪♪

[dramatic music playing]

[heavy breathing]

[indistinct conversations]

[arcade game playing in background]

♪♪♪

Thought you didn't want to fuck with me no more.

I don't,

but I know who killed Fame.

Is was Snaps and Pop.

They was worried he was talkin' to the police.

Where you hear that?

I got somebody who knows.

The shit's true.

You down to make this right for Fame, or not?

♪♪♪

I just told you

that I know who killed your best friend,

and you ain't got nothin' to say?

You told me before I wasn't about shit,

now you lookin' for an assist.

I ain't lookin' for shit, nigga.

I'm just tryin' to give you the chance

to get payback for your boy.

-Fame always talked too much. -The fuck that mean?

That mean, if you out here snitchin',

you gon' pay a price.

If Fame was talkin',

he got what he deserve.

He was your best fuckin' friend.

I ain't worryin' about niggas who gone.

Niggas who gone like Uncle Lou, you mean?

[dramatic music playing]

♪♪♪

[siren wailing in distance]

["The Good Life" by Tony Bennett playing]

♪ Lets you hide all the sadness you feel ♪

♪ You won't really fall in love ♪

[Pino sighs heavily]

♪ For you can't take the chance ♪

Being a friend of yours,

dangerous business.

Well, that should only make me stronger.

Sharpen my focus.

You know,

if you could package and sell that confidence,

you'd have 'em lined up down the block.

They already lined up down the block for what I'm sellin'.

Well, you don't have much left to sell,

and you don't have a way to sell it.

I'm through with you.

Mr. Bernardi-

There's nothin' left to say.

She's leavin'.

Let's go.

[grave music playing]

Anybody who ever bet against me, has lost.

You already lost.

And you can be goddamn certain,

that the house is comin' to collect.

♪♪♪

We wanna get a look in the trunk.

You're gonna need a warrant for that.

Your brother's been placed under arrest

for driving under the influence.

That allows us full access to your vehicle.

Whoa.

Mr. Lawyer, you wanna come here for a minute?

What's all this?

That shit ain't ours.

I don't know how it got there.

They know it was you.

The little girl didn't identify you by name,

but she confirmed that the perp was Black,

and they know you have a long standing relationship with her.

[chuckles nervously]

Just cause I've been lookin' after Amber,

don't mean I killed nobody.

Got me confused with the wrong nigga.

They have two neighbors

that got a good look at you exiting the home.

They feel confident about their case.

Fuck their case.

As far as the three of us are concerned,

this is it.

Like I told your daughter, you stay outta my way,

I'll stay out of yours.

Juke lookin' all worried!

I'm good, I promise.

Those fools been chasin' me since I could walk,

but I'm too fast, girl.

I'm Carl Moses out here.

[uneasy music playing]

[scooter engines revving]

Heard from Snaps and Pop that you pressed up on that pimp

who been helpin' your mom's move that work.

Guess you forgot to hip me to that shit.

I mean, Stefano and all them happy you did it.

You took out what was left of Raq business,

who the fuck am I to beef with you about it?

Wasn't really somethin' I planned.

Kinda just showed itself to me,

so I made the move.

We got another move we gon' need to make, nigga.

We gon' get a little messier

than runnin' up in some white bitch apartment.

Especially for you.

Your name's come up in another investigation,

Miss Thomas.

And while it doesn't fall under Agent Tanner's purview,

you just might be able to help him with his case,

which in turn could help you with yours.

I don't need no help,

'cause y'all ain't got no case against me.

Can you get specific about this new and mysterious

investigation into my client?

Or are we just supposed to take you at your word?

Miss Thomas recently sold a piece of property

to an individual who's been under investigation

for quite some time by the Joint Terrorism Task Force.

We have reason to believe, and a preponderance of evidence

that suggests, your client was assisting said individual

in an elaborate money laundering scheme.

You talkin' about that bullshit mall?

I never even met that motherfucker.

My broker set the whole shit up.

I just signed the papers.

Yeah, and you cashed the check.

We've been following you for months, Miss Thomas.

We have surveillance of you meeting with both

Stefano Marchetti and Pinot Bernardi on multiple occasions.

Tell us the nature of your relationships with them,

and there may be a discussion to be had

about these money laundering charges.

As of this moment, there are no money laundering charges.

You could expect them. I promise.

Fuck you and your promises.

I wouldn't be here offering you a deal

if we didn't have you dead to rights Miss Thomas.

I wouldn't waste my time.

But you are wasting your time and mine.

[dramatic music playing]

I told 'em that I'd take out Raq.

Ain't tryin' to put you through all that.

Shit's a lot to ask.

I figured you and your mans got beef already

after he knocked you around like he did.

So you doin' him make more sense.

Don't make as much sense as you think.

So you wanna do Raq?

I'm just sayin' I got more beef with her,

than I do with my uncle.

You gon' have to put down one of 'em.

Snaps and Pop sayin' that they need to see

that you dedicated.

Fuck them old ass niggas.

How 'bout they killed my best friend

and I ain't takin' 'em the fuck out for it?

That dedicated enough?

-How you hear that? -Don't matter.

I know the shit's true, but it don't matter.

And I don't give a fuck anyway.

You tell 'em I'll do this work,

but not cause I need to prove shit to them

and nobody else.

I'm doin' it for me.

Fuck they talkin' about after I left?

There's a money trail.

First off, the buyer paid roughly thirty percent more

than the fair market value for the property.

He paid what he thought it was worth.

Fuck am I supposed to do? Turn down the money?

You also paid your broker

a sizable amount of cash that he gave back to the buyer,

to the F.B.I.

That looks to be an obvious kickback.

That was his fee for sellin' my shit.

Ain't my business what he did with the money

after I gave it to him.

You paid your broker significantly more

than what is considered industry standard.

I told him if he sold it quick,

I hit him off for something extra.

Unfortunately, that's not what he told the F.B.I.

He said that this was an agreed upon scheme between him,

you and the buyer.

Feds just cookin' up this shit to get me to flip.

Maybe so,

But that doesn't change our circumstance.

We're in a bad place here.

[foreboding music playing]

What's that all about?

Just countin' 'em up.

You countin' your gats.

Always good to know what you got on hand.

What you want, Juke?

What you gonna do about what Garcia was talkin' about?

I keep tellin' you, I- I ain't worried about that.

All they got is the word of some scared little white girl.

Well, scared little white girls been killin' us forever.

Look, I appreciate you bein' worried about me, but I'm good.

You're not.

And I don't know if it's because you don't care

or you've given up or you don't see it,

or maybe you don't want to see it,

but everything goin' bad.

And I don't- I don't want nothin' to happen to you.

I can't have nothin' happen to you.

You always been here for me.

Just you.

Even through the bullshit, we figured it out.

You figured it out.

And I'ma keep figurin' it out.

Always.

[gentle music playing]

["Hit It From The Back" by Mobb Deep playing]

[Marvin] We gettin' close to the spot,

tool the fuck up.

♪ I used to hit it raw daddy, but now I carry packs of three ♪

♪ Bulletproof, I refuse to let the monster get me ♪

♪ I'm in, hit it from the back like that ♪

♪ Shorty Black never tap no skins that look whack ♪

♪ I got mad game like Twister, nasty little mister ♪

[Snaps] Heard you got something you want to say to us, Kanan?

[Pops] We don't like to leave shit unsaid, baby.

You don't like nothin' unsaid,

but you didn't say nothin' though,

'bout puttin' down Fame.

You said it was my moms who did it.

Somebody's feeding you bad information, son.

We didn't have anything to do

with what happened to your friend.

Why the fuck would we care about what some stick-up kid

in Southside sayin'?

You thought he was talkin' to the police?

And you knew me and him was friends,

so you thought maybe he was tellin' on y'all.

Who's sayin' this to you, Kanan?

Because whoever they are, they have their own agenda.

They want to sow dissension between us.

They tryin' to throw salt in the game.

Turn us against each other.

It's a lie, son.

Baseless, contemptible, shameful lies.

And frankly, it's disconcerting that you believe 'em.

I mean, how we gon' be partners if you don't trust us?

Maybe it wasn't y'all.

Shit, I don't even know.

[Snaps] We know. It wasn't us.

But now, in light of your accusations against us,

we're having a crisis of faith

when it comes to you and your allegiance.

We need to know you with us, baby.

We need to know you on our side.

Y'all want me to do some real specific work.

Shit that's close to home.

And I'ma handle it.

Ain't none more loyal than that.

[tense music playing]

-[gunfire] -[men shouting]

[Breeze] Y'all ain't shit, bitch ass motherfuckers.

Show me somethin'.

[gunfire continues]

That all y'all got?

[grunting]

-[glass shatters] -[groaning]

Where the fuck you think you goin', nigga?!

I ain't done with you.

-[glass shatters] -[tires squeal]

Come back!

-Come back! -[gunshots]

[yelling] We was havin' fun!

Bitch ass niggas!

[gunshots]

[gun clip clicks]

[knocking on door]

I just want to talk to you for a minute, that's all.

Look, I know you said that we can't be together,

but I need you in my life, Juke.

I can't think about nothin' else.

My grades are all fucked up.

I stopped talkin' to all my friends.

My eatin' shit is back.

I miss you so fucking much.

Mm.

I'm with somebody else now.

Bullshit.

The girl I met at the club.

I know what you doin', juke.

I'm not stupid.

You lyin' to me because you tryin' to protect me,

but I don't need you to do that, okay?

I can take care of myself.

I'd rather be with you and take the chance

that some ill shit might happen to me

than to not be with you

and end up hatin' my whole damn life.

Juke, I--

[tense music playing]

What the fuck is this?

Look like a gat to me, Iesha.

What it look like to you?

Is it yours?

It is.

[dramatic music playing]

Still wanna take that chance bein' with me?

Time to go.

Go, Iesha!

[dramatic music playing]

♪♪♪

Whatever the fuck you about to do,

before you do it,

you need to hear that I love you, Juke.

You need to know that I won't make it

if anything happens to you.

♪♪♪

Kanan wasn't there?

[Raq exhales heavily]

This nigga Breeze a problem.

But we got answers.

Ain't no different than all the niggas that came before him.

DefCon, High Post, even 'Nique.

And where the fuck are they now?

They gone and we still here.

And Breeze just the same as all of 'em.

And he gonna go out just like them too.

Maybe he the same,

but we different.

I don't know if it's 'cause we aged out the game

or 'cause we lost our way.

But the streets ain't ours no more,

and we ain't gettin' 'em back.

Well, as long as we got work, we got the streets, Marvin.

And we still got product from Joaquin and Hafiz left.

We can be back up in a hour.

We marks out here.

Them Italians and Kafghans comin' for us.

We gonna find our way.

We always do.

Can I ask you somethin'

without you gettin' all mad at me and shit?

Depend on the question.

When we first started out,

it was all about money and rep.

It's about walkin' down the block

and havin' fools get the fuck out of the way

'cause they knew you was that nigga.

'Cause they knew you were certified.

'Cause they knew you handled your fuckin' business.

And that shit felt good.

And that was the most fuckin' fun I ever had.

But even after we got all that, it wasn't enough.

We wasn't satisfied like we thought we would be.

And so we got more.

And more.

And even more after that.

But the more we got,

the more we seen,

it just was never gon' be enough.

It was like the harder we chased the shit,

the more it got away from us.

The money and the work.

Ain't never gon' fix what's wrong, Raq.

Ain't never gonna fill the hole in our fuckin' hearts.

And the hole in your heart is Kanan.

Breeze,

Stefano, 'Nique...

none of them niggas matter to you.

Truth is,

Me and Lou don't really mean nothin' to you neither.

That's not true.

Somehow you got in your head that you doin' all this shit,

is gonna get your son to love you.

Or at least get him to see you how you want him to see you.

But it won't.

'Cause Kanan, just like the game:

The more you push,

the further away that shit gon' get.

[melancholy music playing]

She got a gun. I saw it.

We all got guns,

and the shit was probably Marvin's anyway.

I'm tellin' you, she's gon' do somethin' crazy, Kanan.

You gotta go check on her.

Me and Juke ain't really talkin' right now.

And if she is plannin' somethin' crazy with that gat,

most likely she comin' for me,

so you should probably get the fuck out of here.

Don't even joke like that.

I don't even know if that shits a joke.

I got shit to do.

You gotta bounce, Iesha.

Thomases always kickin' me out.

Somehow you still not gettin' the fuckin' message.

[Pops] What are you gonna say to Breeze?

I'm gonna say to him exactly what the fuck he needs to hear.

We would have done the same shit when we was his age.

I stood by my word then, just like I stand on it now.

Nobody should know that better than my wife.

[dramatic music playing]

♪♪♪

Follow them.

♪♪♪

[Tramont] You got to be out your fuckin' mind.

You really askin' me to break you off some work

after all the shit you did?

You went around me, I came at you.

You know how it work.

It don't work like you think it do.

Hell, if it wasn't for all these witnesses around here,

I'd put a fuckin' bullet in you myself right now.

This nigga feelin' all bold and sassy.

It wasn't long ago you was ready to suck my brother's dick

to let you live.

Someone need to let your mouth know

it don't have the muscle to back up all that talk no more.

Everyone know you out here alone.

You as good as dead.

And I'ma piss on your grave, girl.

Count on that shit.

[tense music playing]

♪♪♪

Thank you.

[dramatic music playing]

Is unconscionable, nigga.

We stake you, we protect you-

hell, we damn near raise you-

and yet you fuck us.

It ain't even like that, though, Snaps.

Shit just some Alize money.

Little somethin'-somethin' to buy some drinks up in the club.

Yeah, but you gonna trade that Alize in for pruno, nigga,

because them white boys, they dimed you the fuck out.

Turned state's evidence on your Black ass.

I got that. You don't need to worry about them.

We warned you.

Told you not to have no side business again.

Everything aboveboard.

But you and all your stupidness couldn't help yourself.

Fool me once: Shame on you.

Fool me twice: Fuck you nigga.

I'm gonna make this right.

Let me give you all I made off that pill bullshit.

Too late for that, son.

Your services are no longer required.

You bein' replaced.

We'll alert the relevant parties.

Who the fuck gonna replace me?!

I ain't the kind of nigga you could just replace!

[subway brakes squealing]

[doorbell rings]

May I help you?

I'm lookin' for Pernessa?

Who are you?

I'm a friend of Pernessa and Unique.

What's your name?

[unsettling music playing]

You're Raq.

I know exactly who you are.

I've heard all about you.

You need to get off my stoop before I call the police.

I just want to talk to 'Nique, that's all.

Oh, well, my daughter and Kadeem have left New York,

and they're never comin' back.

So you can't do anything to them.

If you come around here again.

I got a gun of my own, and I know how to use it.

[door slams]

♪♪♪

For real, though, who we got to step up for Breeze?

We got you and me.

Fuck callin' in plays from the goddamn sidelines.

Time to suit the fuck up and get back on the field.

[menacing music playing]

You killed Famous.

[tense music playing]

Kanan's cousin.

This shit again.

We didn't kill that boy, sweetheart.

We don't even know him.

Police told me you dropped him.

Ah.

-They lyin' to you, girl. -[gunshots]

[ominous music playing]

♪♪♪

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[case clicks shut]

[menacing music playing]

♪♪♪

[knocking on door]

[Zeke clears throat]

Your niece here.

I know you didn't kill Famous.

[dramatic music playing]

If somethin' happens to me,

you gotta get this to my daughter.

That sounds ominous.

I just need you to do this for me.

I can't be party to anything illegal.

Nothin' in there's gonna be a problem for the police or God.

But if any of it go missin',

that gonna be a problem for you.

This for your time and wisdom and all that.

We'll consider this a tithe.

Call it whatever you want.

Just make sure that case get to my daughter.

I'm gonna take this

to the parsonage next door for safekeeping.

Don't go anywhere.

I want to continue this conversation.

[footsteps departing]

[ominous music playing]

[heavy footsteps returning]

You move fast, pastor.

Fuck you doin' here?

[menacing music playing]

[scoffs]

This underhanded nigga robbin' churches now.

I ain't here to rob nobody, Uncle Marvin.

Oh, shit.

For real?

This cause I knocked your punk ass around

for what you did to your uncle?

It's bigger than that.

Ain't nothin' bigger than that, nigga.

Relax, nigga, I'm just gettin' a smoke.

I'ma light this shit on fire.

[lighter sparks]

[Marvin sighs deeply]

This gon' stay with you for a while, boy.

You gon' see me in your nightmares?

I'll be aight.

You won't.

Not at first.

You gonna get there,

but that's only 'cause you gonna be so dead inside by then,

you ain't gon' feel nothin' no more anyway.

That how it happened for you?

I'm not low down like you, Kanan.

You don't care about nobody but yourself.

That's why you gon' die alone, nigga.

Ain't nobody gon' miss you,

'cause you ain't gon' have nobody left.

We doin' this or what?

Pastor gon' be here soon.

If you gon' do it, fuckin' do what you gon--

[gunshots]

♪♪♪

[grave music playing]

[older Kanan] If you didn't hate me before,

you hate me now.

And I don't give a fuck, nigga.

♪♪♪

["Little Ghetto Boy" by Donny Hathaway playing]

♪ Little ghetto boy ♪

♪ Playing in the ghetto street ♪

♪ What'cha gonna do when you grown up ♪

♪ And have to face responsibility? ♪

♪ Will you spend your days and nights in a pool room? ♪

♪ Will you sell caps of madness to the neighborhood? ♪

♪ Little ghetto boy ♪

♪ You already know how rough life can be ♪

♪'Cause you've seen ♪

♪ So much pain and misery ♪

♪ Little ghetto boy ♪

♪ Your daddy was blown away ♪

♪ He robbed that grocery store ♪