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Previously on "D.O.P.E. Unit"...

I said, where the fuck is Ms. Serrano?

That's that bitch I noticed from the club the other night.

Oh, okay.

Taft, what the fuck?

I thought you had my back?

What the fuck do you think I'm doing here, Tracey?

You the one they call Maurice Jackson.

You been spitting out money for your clients

for quite some time.

Ms. Serrano, in here.

You've been selling to BB for, what, a couple years now?

And then she decides, for whatever reason,

to cut back on the amount of products she buys from you.

Not cut back, but stop completely.

I'll take the entire shipment for $20.

Brianna won't like that.

She still wants it.

She's gonna get pissed and try to come after me.

I'll take care of BB.

I think it's time we end our arrangement with Carmen

and the Serranos.

We can take out Carmen and pin it on Blackwell in one move.

We'll throw a party just like a party in the book--

a masquerade party.

I'm Summer.

Something about you, Summer.

BB, this Summer.

Summer, this is BB and her girlfriend, Tracey.

Alright, let's split up.

Keep your eyes open for Drummond.

BB wanted you to have this.

You do know my people will come looking for me.

Stand up.

Looking and finding.

Two very different things.

- Look at me. - I don't...

Can you look at me?

I'm trying.

- Baby. - Drummond.

- Hey, yo! - You lost, motherfucker?

Great party, BB. We gotta do this again sometime.

I know where I know you from now, you fucking swine!

Come on, get in the car.

Come on, Malcolm. It's me, Lou, man.

What do we got, Johnson?

Well, jogger says she found the body about 45 minutes ago.

Called it in right away.

Said he arrived for work at 4:30 this morning.

Saw the body, but thought it was a drunk passed out.

Shot in the face at point blank range.

Black male, mid 40s.

Mm-hmm.

He was killed somewhere else and dumped here.

Cover him up.

Got you.

Need you to run a name for me.

Lou Miller, Cherry Hill, New Jersey.

Birth date-- 7-20-1980.

Copy that.

Cherry Hill, New Jersey. That's Blackwell territory.

♪ I'm like a... ♪

♪ There's no where you can hide from me ♪

♪ This city is mine ♪

♪ There's no where you can hide ♪

♪ I got eyes in the sky ♪

♪ I'm about to get down, get down ♪

♪ So when I see you outside

♪ Now I'm 'bout to get down, get down ♪

♪ You ain't 'bout this life ♪

♪ Red and blue lights behind you ♪

♪ You don't even know yourself yet ♪

♪ Funny how easy you was to get to ♪

♪ We in the city of fast talk, so learn fast ♪

♪ Catch 'em with that dirty money 'fore it's clean cash ♪

♪ So learn the lingo and learn to walk ♪

♪ You get approached, you compromise ♪

♪ if you don't learn to talk

♪ Are you a traitor? ♪

♪ 'Cause you overseeing neighborhoods you lived in ♪

♪ Arresting kingpins knowing you was friends with ♪

♪ Young bull, you don't know when to stop ♪

♪ Until the judge give you time to outlast your watch ♪

♪ And while you behind bars, they replacing your spot ♪

♪ It's a cycle in this game, whether you like it or not ♪

♪ Like it or not ♪

You sleep alright?

Prado and Lilith, they'll come for me.

No, they won't.

Just got word that their bodies are floating in the river.

And I bet you the Roths,

they was the one that put 'em there.

Come on, Carmen.

Don't act like you didn't see this shit coming.

- I didn't. - Well, you should have.

If it wasn't for us,

you'd be floating in the river right next to them.

And, Brianna, she not gonna let you slip

through her fingers again, trust me.

There's no way you make it to the airport alive.

We know your little secret, Carmen.

You're not the head of Serranos.

That's your sister, right?

The real head of Serranos?

Seems like you two play a little guessing game of who's who, huh?

Just to keep the feds guessing.

So that probably means you're low level.

But you came to Philly thinking that you could play big boss.

And then Blackwell made you an offer

you couldn't refuse--

an opportunity to take over BB's business.

Am I right? Sounded pretty good.

Until she found out.

And put a target on your back.

You know, maybe you just walked a little too deep into this game

and didn't know the rules.

Or maybe someone in the Serrano family

didn't like you playing big boss.

Tipped you off to BB to try and teach you a lesson.

No, my sister would never do that.

Look, I hate to break it to you.

There's no family loyalty in this city at all.

'Cause any way you look at it, right now,

you need us more than anyone needs you.

You cops or something?

Bingo.

And right now, the safest place you can be in Philly

is right here with us.

Alright, look, here's how it's gonna go.

Option one-- we turn you over.

Now you'll face federal charges.

And if you're really Serrano blood, well...

Well, we both know what they do to family members

in prison, right?

Mm.

Great choice.

So I guess that only leaves us with option number two.

You flip.

You give us everything we need on Blackwell and the Roths,

and you tell us everything that's gone down

since you got to Philly.

Now. if you do that,

we put you on a plane anywhere you wanna go.

Look the other way. - Shit.

We may even make the deal a little bit more sweeter.

Give you a little information on the Roth's overseas account.

You know, just to be nice, look out a little bit.

I like that.

Or you could take your chances

and let Blackwell or the Roths see who finds you first.

Your choice, Carmen.

Fuck.

Blackwells.

I don't think so. No.

This Lou Miller, low end dealer for the Roth family.

Drummond mentions him a couple times in a report.

I thought it was him when I saw the body,

I just needed it confirmed.

Okay, so if it wasn't the Blackwells,

then who else would have wanted him dead?

The body was dumped on Blackwell territory.

Plus, he had a costume on.

Too obvious.

- Costume? - Yeah.

Brianna throws a big costume party every year.

Dorsey and Washington went there last night.

They showed me the invitation. I bet this guy was there, too.

So that's why you think this is an in-house thing?

Family beef?

Shot point blank in the face.

What better way to send a message?

And it's not the Blackwell style.

Right. And then dump the body in a rival territory,

instead of making it disappear.

The question is, if it was internal, who sanctioned it?

Right.

Well, someone's in for a surprise this morning.

Thank you.

Lou.

Lou!

Fuck he at?

According to Carmen, Blackwell not only agreed

to pay 20% less for the same weight,

it was a Blackwells, not the Roths,

who shot up the warehouse last week.

Me and Dorsey believe

that this was just another attempt to put it on the Roths,

and when everything went south, they declared an all out war.

Well, we've confirmed that Prado and Lilith were there.

What about this guy, Miller? Was he there?

Oh, yeah. He was definitely there.

Also, Carmen, she left me a name.

Uh... Bull named Skully.

You ever heard of him? - No, but we'll check him out.

Carmen also swears that the Blackwell

has a dirty cop on payroll.

Not just a B guy.

Someone high up in the ranks that's helping,

not only with the information on the Roth investigation,

but helping ID every member of our task force.

Alright. So let me get this straight.

You're saying that you think Brianna

wanted to have Carmen taken out because she was offered

to move product to a rival? - Exactly.

Product she was already phasing out.

Hey, it's the principle, right?

Okay. So what about Trey?

She give up any information about his killer?

- No, sir. - Why not?

Because the Roths are trying to go legit.

Mac Machine Mo already said it.

It's all about the money for them.

It makes no sense for them to try and kill Trey

when they tryna get the Bitcoin and crypto

and all of that shit.

That brings about the wrong kind of heat.

And Trey was killed in Roth territory,

unlike Lou, who was killed elsewhere

but dragged back into the Blackwell territory.

Seems obvious, if you ask me.

I'm hearing this...

We are no closer to solving Trey's murder

than we were yesterday.

That's unacceptable, Jimmy.

I need something to break.

There has to be something there that we're missing.

I need you two to find it.

Alright?

What if it was your son, Jimmy?

Man, you guys are in the shit.

It's okay, gentlemen.

You're doing good. Just dig deeper.

So how last night go? You handle that?

Yeah. Of course.

Good.

Now we just gotta lay low for a little bit.

How do you like the hotel?

I booked us a little massage for later.

Maybe you can put on that little outfit I like.

Yeah. Maybe.

Maybe?

Hmm.

I noticed you've been dipping out in the afternoons.

Want to tell me what that's about?

Nah, I'm just getting my head straight, babe.

It's a lot.

Hmm...

Package.

Yeah. Surprise.

It's not a surprise if I knew about it, right?

Go ahead, go there,

and I'll meet you back at the hotel in an hour.

Okay. Alright. Yeah.

Mm-hmm. Need some help with those bags?

I know I got you a lot of things there.

My baby spoils me.

That's right.

Got you.

I got you.

- Let me get you right here. - Thank you.

Get over there.

- Alright. I'll be back. - Mm-hmm.

Mm, mm, mm.

Took yo ass long enough.

I always come through, don't I?

Uh-huh.

So, exciting night last night. What's up? What you got for me?

Oh, you ain't got nothing for me, huh?

You know what?

Maybe I should just turn around and go back to the station

and toss your ass out the car.

A'ight, a'ight, a'ight, a'ight, a'ight.

You know what, Malcolm did get a little handsy

with some of the guests last night.

Now, see, this is what you get

if you play ball with me and you give me what I ask for.

I mean, I figure you gonna keep coppin' anyway.

This way I make sure you don't end up in the net again.

Look, Tracey, this was our deal,

in case you forgot.

I cut you loose back then

and now you provide me with information.

Or I can take that back.

A'ight.

Malcolm ended up having to do some work

by the end of the night, that's all I know.

Brought some bitch BB ain't like.

I could care two shits about some random bitch.

A'ight. Whatever.

Listen, after that bitch got drugged,

Carmen got grabbed.

Malcolm went to go find her, couldn't find her.

Now we don't know where Carmen is.

Can you describe the guy who grabbed Carmen?

No. They were all wearing masks.

Masks?

Yes. BB's masquerade party.

Can I go now?

Hold up.

You remember anything

about the dude that grabbed Carmen

and you let me know.

Don't have me out here waiting on your ass next time.

I got shit to do.

- Yo. - Hey.

You'll never guess who I just saw.

Brianna's bitch getting out the car with some dude.

Yeah, she was blowing him kisses and shit, too.

You sure?

I'm so sure.

Look, Summer, baby, it's best to mind your business

when it comes to Brianna's bitch, a'ight?

- Well, I was j-- - Just nothing.

Stay out of it. Look, I gotta go.

I'm-a holla at you later.

Sir, do you have a reservation?

Oh.

Hey there, handsome. Walk me to the bar.

Let's get a drink.

Yeah. Give me a drink.

Where's BB?

Maybe you should have a seat and get some water.

I said, where the fuck is BB?

And I said, I'll let her know you're in.

I don't want your water.

I don't need your water.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. The fuck is going on?

- Now look... - Fuck is wrong with you, bro?

Oh, no. I'm sorry. No disrespect.

Let me pay for this. - No, no, no, no, no.

- Hold on. - Let's go, let's go.

Wait, wait, wait, I got-- I gotta pay for it.

Take all of it.

You don't know who I am, do you?

Chief Terrance Watkins.

So I'm gonna ask you one more time.

Where the fuck is BB?

Got you.

Mm-hmm.

Got him.

My son, Trey Watkins,

was killed down the street from here.

You were working that night. Does that ring a bell?

I hear you, Chief.

But let's keep this in between ourselves

so these folks don't have to worry

about their night being ruined.

Oh, their night being ruined?

What about my night being ruined, huh?

Huh?

Do you know what they did to my son?

Huh?

You saw the news. You know who I am.

The Roths, you saw what they did?

Some of y'all were there, weren't you?

Weren't you?

It's about my son.

Go get BB, now!

I'm not playing with you, slick.

Yeah. Zeke is on his way. Have him stand down.

Mya, hang up the phone with me and call the cops.

Tell them there's a disturbance.

Something that needs immediate attention.

Don't tell them why.

Just get them here, now.

Mm-hmm.

I got something for you, Chief Watkins.

Mm-hmm.

The games begin.

Mm.

Hey, bro, it's 10:00.

I'm 'bout to be up outta here, man.

What, the wifey getting tired of your shit?

She tired of me being at this motherfucker all day.

Next year, she gonna be saying, "Oh,

you're married to your work, you're not married to me."

She already saying that.

But you know, my wife, my son...

that's who I do it for.

We got a disturbance at the Roth club.

Requesting immediate backup.

Situation is a 10-30.

Repeat, situation is a 10-30.

Let's go.

A'ight, come on.

♪ Packs in my wrap

♪ From the block to the back ♪

♪ Where my batch leave the mat ♪

♪ Everything close, go adapt ♪

♪ From the dunya in the trap

♪ G's around a couple yachts ♪

♪ Mines lost, yeah, from the smoke ♪

♪ These times got me trapped ♪

♪ These times got me trapped ♪

♪ These times got me trapped

I told you, I don't want your water.

Be careful. It's a mess in there.

Thanks.

Until I get some answers,

I'll be here 'til the sun comes up.

What the...?

I'm not leaving 'til I get answers.

Sir. How you doing?

Hey. Hey.

How about we take this party outside, huh?

We don't want any trouble.

Trouble?

You don't recognize who I am?

Okay, look.

I just came in to talk to BB.

I got this.

I understand, sir, but if she's not here,

how about we come back another night, huh, Chief?

Maybe give you both some time to figure this whole thing out?

What is your name, officer?

Hey. Oh, oh.

I think it's best we have this conversation outside.

What... is... your name?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let's--

Let's see how far he's willing to go.

I asked you what's your name, officer?

We got him.

We don't want to disturb these nice guests any more

than we already have tonight.

Ain't that right, Chief?

- I demand to know-- - Okay. It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

Let's talk about this outside in the squad car, okay?

I'm not going in no fucking squad car.

I'm not-- Get your fucking hands--

I'm not going in no squad car. - Wait, wait, wait, one second,

one second, one second.

Chief, I got you.

Okay?

Trust me. - Alright.

Okay. - Let's talk outside.

Okay?

And yet another twist in the investigation

into the unsolved murder of Trey Watkins

of the Fishtown area of Philadelphia.

And now it seems his father, Chief Watkins,

had to be escorted out by police,

raising questions about the lengths of which... - This is bad.

- ...he will go to find... - You hear me, Terrance?

...the killer of his only son.

This is bad.

It is all over the news.

...Brian O'Hara reporting from the streets.

- This is bad. - Thanks for picking me up

and bringing me home, Maria.

...Police Chief Terrance Watkins.

Josephine, over to you and weather. - Get up, T.

Yeah.

Yeah. I miss him, too.

But you don't see me going out, getting drunk,

trying to do a citizen's arrest on a known queenpin.

I just wanted to talk to her.

That is such a cop cliché thing to say, Terrance.

You're right. I fucked up.

But it's not as bad as it coulda been.

You gonna answer that?

Chief, we all know that last version was a bunch of bullshit.

So give it to us again

like we're not complete idiots.

Listen, I really just went down there

to talk to Brianna Brown.

That's it.

Okay.

I got you, but let's keep this between ourselves

so the other guests don't ruin their night thinking

the cops are gonna come in and shit in their--

Fuck all that.

'Cause I want them to feel like the cops could be busting in

at any moment.

'Cause they should. You know why?

'Cause of that bitch, BB

for murdering my son!

Now, call that bitch.

Okay.

Okay.

I can explain that.

With all due respect, Chief,

the video speaks for itself.

Okay, Reyes, but come on.

You two know if the Roths didn't kill Trey,

at least they know who did.

Actually, no, we don't know that.

That's why we allowed you to commandeer the D.O.P.E. unit.

To find out if there was a connection.

Yes, yes, and they're getting close.

I can feel it. You understand?

And that's why we're not disbanding the D.O.P.E. unit.

Wait, what?

Yo-- what's that supposed to mean?

I-I spoke to the commissioner.

He's not happy.

He wants you to take a leave of absence.

Leave of absence?

I don't need a leave of absence.

It's not a request, Chief.

It's the only way we could convince him

to continue the mission.

Okay, so--

who's going to oversee the team now?

Agent Sullivan will continue his oversight role,

but he'll be reporting directly to the commissioner now.

- I'm getting frozen out? - We will update you

on a need-to-know basis, Chief.

It's the best we can do.

Fuck, I put this together.

Look at the chief.

Got a nice little young piece of ass with you, huh?

I only have a couple minutes.

You heard?

Saw.

We all saw the video, Chief.

- Of course you did. - With all due respect,

what were you thinking?

Oh, it's a momentary lapse of reason.

You could have got us all killed.

You were out of control.

One slip, you coulda got us all burned.

You're right, Officer King.

And I owe you, I owe all of you an apology.

I know I would never jeopardize the mission again.

I get it. I get that it was your son.

But I asked you would this get emotional.

It is for me.

They replaced you with some guy named Sullivan.

Do you trust him?

I do. Yeah.

Who do you think picked him?

But look--

I want you to report to me before you give him anything.

Why?

Well, I know the others, but--

I handpicked you.

No, hey, look at me.

With the loss of your father,

you're the only one who understands

how personal this really is.

You handpicked Drummond, too.

And look what happened to her.

Listen, Drummond is, uh...

No, Drummond's good.

- I saw her. - Where?

I made contact with her at BB's party.

- Where is she now? - I don't know.

But she made me. - Ah.

She's still inside.

Okay, she's still inside. But where inside,

like where is she?

I don't know.

Well, you need to find out, Officer King.

That's your job.

Where do I know this girl from?

You're late.

Really?

'Cause it seems to me...

...like I came right on time.

Mm.

I've been waiting.

Well, patience has never been your strong suit.

But you look good doing it.

Does this mean you changed your mind about marrying me?

You have a wife.

I'm divorcing her.

So what do you want?

So how did you manage to get the entire night to yourself?

You see that video of our distraught chief

losing his shit?

Did I see it?

Baby, I planted it to the media.

It's a good thing you did--

'cause it gives me the perfect excuse

to spend the whole night out

trying to put out those fires.

I can only imagine all the drama

the HR department is going through with this.

It is such a nightmare already.

And you still believe that my family had nothing

to do with the son's murder, right?

I'm sure you would tell me otherwise.

You and I, we're on a--

need-to-know.

Right now, I need you.

I need to know.

Tell me--

why were they looking for me at my club?

Did they find something I need to know?

Nothing I know of.

They pulled a couple bodies from the river.

Some questionable banking statements, but--

nothing about the murder.

Yo!

You asked us to meet you here, so we're here.

I got a client who own most of these warehouses.

Safe enough for us to meet these days.

We came to deliver a message from BB in person.

Since you don't like talking on phones or emails

or text messages or whatever.

Damn straight I don't.

No trace, no case.

Feel me nigga?

Well, look, Brianna's worried about her investments.

She said that she's scaling back on her distribution game

because of this whole--

She's losing money on drugs because

it's a bad bet these days.

She just wants to make sure her digital profile

is protected.

Look, everything I do is to accomplish two things.

One, make that money.

And two, make sure that money is safe while it grows.

Oh, maybe that's three.

What's that?

Then I'm safe.

Says the nigga smoking cancer.

Look, B want to meet in the morning, be at the club.

- What time, nigga? - Nine. Sharp.

Yo, hang on, let me put you on speaker, bro.

All right.

- What's up? - Chillin' what up with you?

I'm just riding around, checking out these addresses.

Maurice is listed as a registered owner

on a lot of these warehouses.

Yo, we gotta go ditch that car.

Mm. Come on.

Come on.

Yo, Mo better be there tomorrow on time.

Wait a minute.

I think I see bull you got in a fight with

walking out of the warehouse.

Malcolm Carter?

Got time to get something to eat?

Hey, what color car you say he drive again?

Yeah.

We should probably torch this thing.

We need to get some gasoline.

Hm.

I'm gonna try and get a better look.

Let me get a photo real quick.

You want me to call in back up?

I don't need no damn backup.

Relax. It'll be fine. - Alright, whatever.

The fuck? Oh! Oh, shit!

Oh, shit!

Ah, Shit!

Fuck, let's go, let's go!

Get in the car!

Damn!

♪ Why you tryin' to play me ♪

♪ Why why you tryin' to play me ♪

♪ Boy, you know that I come from the hood ♪

♪ You know that I come from the hood ♪

♪ You know that I come from the hood ♪

♪ Time for some action Fresh man ♪

♪ Gun in my sweats, with it I'm surgical ♪

♪ About to jump on the jet, witness my vertical ♪

♪ If you ever sit back, I probably was serving you ♪

♪ Making rappers check in, I'm like a terminal ♪

♪ See it got me slick, living life in slo-mo ♪

♪ I'm holding on by a thread, I feel like a yo-yo ♪

♪ Lil mama be on my head, shawty like a GoPro ♪

♪ Me and the homies outside like a hobo ♪

♪ Feel good Komodo ♪

♪ These luxury lyrics, you privileged to hear it ♪

♪ Money on my mind, I got the expensive spirit ♪

♪ Won't stop till it's a meal for just an appearance ♪

♪ I don't see nobody but me, I live in the mirror ♪

♪ Big ballin like whoa kemo sabe ♪

♪ I'm known for pullin hoes like Pilates ♪

♪ Me and Zomby got these chicks exposing their body ♪

♪ We started from the bottom like a lobby ♪

♪ Bunch of dimes doin lines in the mansion ♪

♪ Time for some action Time for some action ♪

♪ On the plane gettin high, spillin ashes ♪

♪ Time for some action Time for some action ♪

♪ Pop a six figure ride just to crash it ♪

♪ Time for some action Time for some action ♪

♪ Niggas talking too much, I'm-a make it happen ♪

♪ Time for some action

♪ Check wrist I kick shit ♪