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

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

He was killed somewhere else and dumped here.

Need you to run a name for me.

Lou Miller. Cherry Hill, New Jersey.

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

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.

Tell us everything that's gone down since you got to Philly.

She left me a name. Bull named Skully.

Carmen also swears that the Blackwell

has a dirty cop on payroll,

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.

Look, Tracey, this was our deal, in case you forgot.

I cut you loose back then,

and now you provide me with information.

You remember anything about the dude who grabbed Carmen

and you let me know.

I really just went down there to talk.

Where the fuck is BB?

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

Let's talk about this outside the squad car.

I'm not going in no fucking squad car.

Get your fuckin' hands--

I spoke to the Commissioner.

He wants you to take a leave of absence.

Who's going to oversee the team now?

They replaced you with some guy named Sullivan.

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

You see that?

Video of our distraught chief.

Baby...

I planted it to the media.

It's a good thing you did.

Brianna's worried about her investments.

She's losing money on drugs

because it's a bad bet these days.

B want the meeting in the morning, be at the club.

I think I see the bull you got in a fight with

walking out of the warehouse.

Malcolm Carter?

The fuck?

Oh! Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

Excuse me, sir. This is an active crime scene.

Hey, man, this is my warehouse.

Let me in, man. Come on.

Alright, cool, but make it quick.

What the fuck is that?

Just get in the car!

Drive! Drive!

Stupid motherfuckers, man!

♪ I'm like a...

♪ There's nowhere you can hide from me ♪

♪ This city's mine ♪

♪ There's nowhere you can hide ♪

♪ I got eyes in the sky ♪

♪ I'm about that get down, get down ♪

♪ So, when I see you outside

♪ Just know I'm 'bout that get down, get down ♪

♪ You ain't about 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 ♪

What up? Nah, just open it.

I ain't never been in this joint while it was closed.

Shit look different.

I kinda like it like this.

Where everybody at?

Malcolm's in with BB.

Had a little incident last night.

- I was gonna ask you about that. - Hey.

Hi. I'm Summer. - Call me Mo.

Maurice, that's Malcolm's lady.

Speaking of Malcolm,

what the fuck you two niggas doing

shooting at someone in my place of business?

I don't do business unless I can trust some--

Not now.

Did you just shush me, nigga?

Maurice, are you a God-fearing man?

Get the fuck out of here with that God fearing bullshit!

You know what I fear?

High interest rates, nigga.

You good?

- Yeah, I'm good. - Good.

What's she doing here?

- Oh, she with me. - No, no.

Because now, she's with me.

- BB, it's cool. She not-- - It's not cool!

None of the bitches you bring around is cool.

Coming from the queen bitch herself.

BB know what you be putting in your mouth

when she ain't around? - What?!

What I know is you better watch your mouth.

Unless you want to see what it's like

to get me pissed off this early in the morning!

My bad, BB.

Just watch your bitch.

She got a nasty habit and don't know how to talk.

- Always talkin'... - It's all good.

Look, it's none of my business, anyways.

Text me when you're done.

A'ight!

Now, let's get to business.

Come on!

We still got a lot of heat on us from the task force.

And I need to know that you

are taking the proper precaution with my money.

I'm always taking proper precaution, Miss Brown.

That's not the question I asked you, Mr. Jackson.

Right now, everything in your client account

has been converted and transferred over

to your Cayman account.

So, we're good?

Did it and washed.

But maybe you need to ask these two motherfuckers.

Ask them what?

He talkin' 'bout that little situation

that happened outside his spot.

Like I told you, ran into one of them niggas

from the party last night.

I think he knows where Carmen is, too.

So, after this meeting, I'm gonna go handle it.

Something funny, Mr. Jackson?

Just the nigga that you shot...

is a fucking cop.

The fuck you think he was?

You shot a cop?

He shot first.

Nut ass niggas.

How do you know they were cops?

I mean, his partner tried to shake me down,

but I played it off.

They have little on you and even less on me.

They left empty-handed.

That is, until Dumb and Dumber over here

decided to light him up. - Nigga!

Sit down.

Better listen to her.

Now, you already know you're on thin ice with me.

You forget that while your cousin here was in jail,

I was here for you!

Now, I'm on thin ice 'cause of Summer?

You act like that has anything to do with this.

It doesn't.

Man, fuck this shit.

Malcolm.

You're my cousin. My blood.

You did a lot to help my father,

but you let this heat fall on our family,

and I'll put you on ice, too, nigga.

Go calm him down.

I'll circle back around when things cool off.

Find the fixer.

Handle it properly.

I'll fix it.

I apologize for the intrusion, Trinity.

It's just that...

You fucked up the deal.

I made you ropa vieja. Thought you'd appreciate it.

And you took the deal we made, and you pissed all over it.

No, Trinity.

I went to Brianna to let her know

that business between the Roths and the Serranos

was over.

I wasn't gonna let her know anything we discussed.

Of course not.

Because you're loyal.

I'm not hungry.

Suit yourself.

So, I heard she planned to kill you.

But you managed to avoid that particular fate.

I told you Brianna was a rude bitch.

Yeah, she killed my bodyguards.

The lovely lady that was with you here at lunch?

Yes. Lilith.

And my driver, Prado.

Sorry to hear that.

Look, I need to close this deal, Trinity,

now more than ever.

You told me your organization was capable of pulling it off.

What do you mean?

That you would take all of my product

and that you would take care of Brianna

before she sinks me to the bottom of the river.

Open it.

- Yo, what's taking so long? - Just relax.

She's probably just... checking for a wire.

Should we go inside?

Just relax, yo, it's...

It's a joint effort between Philly PD and Jersey PD.

Can't act alone.

Satisfied?

Sweetie...

It takes a lot to satisfy Trinity Blackwell.

But yes.

A deal's a deal.

And I won't even ask you for another discount.

Taft will know where to move the product.

Once he's satisfied, then we will take BB out.

Did she just say the name Taft?

Yeah, she did.

Baby, I know!

What you want me to...

Okay.

What else am I supposed to say?

Hello?

She hung up.

My kid has a recital.

Had a recital.

I thought it was next week.

I never thought I'd be one of them parents

to be missing shit for work.

You know?

I thought that type shit only happened on TV.

I know who we chasing. Right? I just...

I just don't understand why.

You know?

My wife be asking me all the time,

like, what are we doing out here, and...

I don't have no answer for her.

Half the time, I don't even know

why the fuck I'm out here doing this shit.

Shit, 'cause niggas can't leave the streets alone, Wash.

Shit, I used to grow up in shitty neighborhoods like these.

Niggas like me only make it out in a body bag

or a record deal.

I ain't want neither of those motherfuckers.

I became a cop 'cause I knew at a young age

them motherfuckers really run the streets.

You know what I mean? Shit, and I'm...

I'm good at being a cop because...

I know how to take down them street niggas.

'Cause I was once a street nigga, Wash!

Shit.

I had to be to survive out here.

I had to switch it up 'cause if I didn't,

I would've been the motherfucker you would've been chasing

instead of Zeke and the Roths.

Feel me? - I feel what you.

Come in.

What can I do for you, Lucas?

These were your father's favorite pieces.

They meant so much to him. - Yeah.

He gave me his collection before he passed.

Very generous man.

God rest his soul.

God rest his soul.

Have a seat.

Your father lent me the money to open my own place.

Not to make him money,

to keep the other families out of our territory.

He never once asked that I made good on that note.

Let me just stop you right there.

My father was brilliant.

But where did that get him?

A bullet to the back of the fucking head

and a dunk in the river.

So, the note with him?

Yes. It's due.

It's fucking due, with interest.

Your father and I didn't do business like that.

I tell you what.

I'll eat the vig.

But the note, you pay. You got two weeks to pay me.

How am I gonna get 100 grand to you in two weeks?

Not my fucking problem.

You wanna know what my fucking problem is?

Keeping my family, this family,

out of the streets and in the penthouse.

That's my fucking problem.

You understand, Lucas?

Yeah. So, you had time to pay,

now you're in default.

$100K in two weeks.

Now, get the fuck out.

Please.

It's Saturday night.

You know what that means, right?

It's time to make that money.

- Same as every night, baby. - Yeah.

Oh. Undercover if I've ever fuckin' seen one.

Problem is...

he's not the only one.

You guys look thirsty.

What can I get for you?

Uh, yeah. Give me three shots

of your finest whiskey, please, sweetheart.

Right this way.

Slick, three shots of whiskey.

Listen to me, boo.

If you need a ride, I'll take you to rehab myself.

You feel me? - I'm good, Mya, I promise.

You might be good, but you ain't clean.

I'm just worried about Lou.

Who the fuck cares?

That motherfucker's out your life now.

Be smart, get clean.

Tracey, you need anything?

I do.

But unfortunately, there's nothing you can do for me.

Hey!

Stop working.

Hey...

Why don't you put this down?

That's how you feel?

Can I?

Well, come here.

Like...

I never thought I'd like these.

Like, not in a million years.

You ain't eating, babe. You all good?

Yeah. I'm just not hungry.

Why are we here?

There's plenty of other places we could be right now.

Just tripping about earlier.

Sorry you had to see that shit.

BB?

Cool it on the club for a minute.

At least 'til this shit die down.

What about Zeke?

Zeke and B.B., they family. That's different.

Is it? I mean, I thought you and Brianna were tight, too.

Me, too.

But I guess it ain't family that make it tight.

It's understanding.

So, uh, what's your plan now, babe?

I got...

other options.

My nigga, Skully, say he can put together a play.

Half a million quick cash.

Half a million?

Quick cash?

That sounds like more than options.

Shit go straight, we'll go even bigger.

Talking some baller shit I'm buying into.

Even more options.

You down to ride?

Why not?

Relax, babe.

You said you was down to ride.

I am.

I gotta do my own thing for a minute.

I can't depend on Brianna to make this right.

Fuck it, I ain't trippin'.

Gotta do what I gotta do, huh?

If you're down, it's cool.

If not, I just take you home and double back.

I ain't trippin'.

It's all you.

Yeah, I'm down.

It's cool, baby.

Alright, then, come on.

Wait.

What's up? You alright?

Man, come on.

Hey, yo, Malcolm.

What's good?

Tell me.

Go ahead, show him.

So, what you think?

I think y'all charging me too much.

Try some. On the house.

No, thanks. I just deal, I don't dabble.

Go ahead, try it.

Hey, it's business between you and me.

I like what you got,

I'll come get the rest tomorrow.

Shit, my nigga.

Just trying to calm down the mood a little bit.

You feel me?

I'll let you two finish your business.

Skully.

You let me know if your boy here wants to rest.

Holla at me tomorrow.

You know where to find me.

Alright. Here.

Seems more your style.

Last time I saw you,

you said you had some info for me.

What you got?

All I found was that the order

is more efficient than the street level.

More efficient than street level?

The fuck does that mean?

It means the hit on the chief's kid

may have come down from someone that's in law enforcement.

Don't mean shit to me without no names, cuz.

Man, I'm working on it, dog. I'm gonna need some more time.

Time?

Nigga, I'll let you li... - Listen!

Come on now.

She was looking for a nigga with a gold watch.

Motherfucking gold watch.

Every nigga I know got a gold watch.

That nigga not like that.

Talkin' 'bout some real expensive shit.

Might wanna ask your boy, Zeke.

He might know. - Man, fuck Zeke.

I got this deal on my own.

You better be telling the truth...

before you end up like that last nigga.

Come on.

Fuck!

Parker. Reyes.

Thank you for agreeing to do this call last minute.

I hope you understand the urgency.

Not really, sir.

I thought Terrence had it all under control.

I even let him choose the supervisor.

Sullivan?

Yes, Sullivan, because...

I was afraid he was too close.

After last night's stunt,

my fears about his ability to spearhead

a clean investigation have been...

confirmed.

Still, Sullivan is the one who should be briefing you, sir.

He has all the granular details of the mission.

I want to hear it from you. You two were on before Sullivan.

Well, it's all detailed here, sir.

I'm gonna need you to send me a copy of that file ASAP.

You know we can't do that.

The file contains identities,

information on four assets,

and if compromised, and if it got leaked,

it could lead to putting their lives in danger.

That is why we agreed to meet you here tonight...

sir. - You trying to piss me off?

That is why you hired us...

sir.

There's nothing in there about the influx

of drugs into the city?

Nothing about the progress on the shooter?

No, sir. Not yet.

And the bodies yesterday?

Does Sullivan think that they're connected

to the Watkins kid murder?

That's one theory, but the team hasn't come up

with anything yet, one way or another.

But they have leads they are running down as we speak.

Anything new comes in,

I want you to update me immediately.

You're the only two I can trust.

We will let Sullivan know.

Not by Sullivan. From now on,

I get my updates directly from you two.

You got a problem with that?

- No, sir. - No... sir.

Good.

And keep this just between the three of us.

The fuck was that?

Send him the file?

Come on already.

Answer.

This better be important.

It's 6:00 in the morning, King.

Sir, you asked me to report to you and only you.

But... I'm not trying to get in the middle of anything,

but I'm... - But what? Tell me.

I know who ordered the hit on your son.

Or at least, I have a lead on finding out where it came from.

Are you sure about this, King?

You checked everything out?

I heard it myself, sir.

Okay.

Oh, I almost forgot.

I'm gonna send you over some pictures.

Just surveillance, people's plates.

Maybe you can run 'em.

Will do. Thanks, King.

It's Sunday.

You know what that means?

It means... I'll have a drink.

I know you.

Oh, you know me?

How can I forget?

Not celebrating tonight, huh?

Look. Cut the small talk.

Where's Zeke at?

Zeke?

Yeah, Zeke. Where the motherfucker at?

Guess he's not here.

So, where's Malcolm, then?

BB wants to see you two in her office.

I got this.

Hello, gentlemen.

This footage looks mighty familiar.

Oh, you mean like the footage

that's plastered all over the news right now...

of your chief busting into my club,

threatening everyone?

Is that the footage you were talking about?

JVon?

Yeah, I know his name.

But I don't think I had the pleasure of meeting you.

Elijah Washington.

It's always easier to do business

when you put a name to a face.

Who said we doing business?

Maurice Jackson.

Oh, you probably know him as Mac Machine Mo.

He works for me. But you knew that.

Otherwise, you wouldn't have tried to shake his ass down.

Well, look, we're not here to fuck up

what you do with your money, alright?

Oh, I know that.

Because you and I both know I'm legit as fuck.

Where is Malcolm and Zeke?

They're not here.

And I don't expect them to be here anytime soon.

Well, after last night,

I'm sure you would make sure they leave town.

Now, why would I do that?

Because them two fools

is bringing down so much heat on you.

It's only a matter of time.

- Does he always talk like this? - Like what?

Like a fucking cop.

Look, here's what's gonna happen.

If Malcolm...

...and Zeke...

don't turn yourselves in within the next 72 hours,

me and my boy here's gonna shut your shit down.

We'll start with your club, and...

we'll eventually get to your money.

72 hours starts now, so it's up to you.

Well, here's the thing.

I'm not like Zeke or Malcolm.

Sure, I'm a badass bitch,

but I take care of my family.

And when they fuck up, unlike them,

I know when it's time to step in and fix things.

How do you think I know who you are?

Yeah, you'll realize that I know a lot.

I know about the D.O.P.E. Unit.

I know what you got on me.

I know what you got on Trinity Blackwell.

Carmen Serrano.

Yeah, I know plenty.

But the thing you need to ask yourself is "How...

does she know all of that?"

Because I handle my business.

Now, maybe you want to think about that as you walk out,

gentlemen.

Let's roll.

It's 72 hours.

You got a permit for this shit?

I'm a business owner.

What you think?

And that's my head of security.

What's wrong, detectives?

Not used to feeling pressure?

Now, get the fuck out.

It's too bad.

It was a slow Sunday.

Could've had all the girls to yourself.

I'm going to get Mya right now.

Call Zeke. Tell him it's time for him to clean up their mess.

And find out everything you can about those two motherfuckers.

That bitch don't have the balls, man.

Man, not a fuckin' chance.

She ain't pullin' no fuckin' trigger.

I don't know, man. I'm trying to figure out

who is feeding information to our unit.

It must be on the inside.

You saying it's a cop?

Who else?

Changes everything.

Let's order some shit.

♪ See the money callin' ♪

♪ So I pick up on the first ring ♪

♪ Y'all niggas just be talking, I really used to serve fiends ♪

♪ That's why you feel pressure when I'm recording ♪

♪ I watched these niggas have sex while I was starving ♪

♪ See, where I'm from, during Christmas ♪

♪ It ain't no stocking stuff

♪ Now it cost a cellphone bill for LP just to line me up ♪

♪ That's why I hate when boys be talking bread ♪

♪ But sure ain't got as much ♪

♪ Sleep with the AR beside my bed to cure insomnia ♪

♪ I be on game like an analyst ♪

♪ In and out the country on a plane hiding cannabis ♪

♪ My liquor wine consumption tripled ♪

♪ Since the death of activists ♪

♪ Daily with the hands and fists ♪

♪ No runnin, we go up the polls like presidential candidates ♪

♪ My mannerisms very unique to say the least ♪

♪ Being stashed by extra discreet, this ain't the least ♪

♪ Niggas can't compete, especially with rappers ♪

♪ My real gift ♪

♪ Check the music, they gon' tell you it ♪

♪ Slap like Will Smith ♪

♪ I know their histories, chapters were drew by winners ♪

♪ I'm stacking out through December ♪

♪ Trappin' like two defenders, that's just how it goes ♪

♪ My pockets swole from the proceeds ♪

♪ Ain't nothing broke around here but the phone screen ♪

♪ Yet I still can see the money calling ♪

♪ So I pick up on the first ring ♪

♪ Y'all niggas just be talking, I really used to serve fiends ♪

♪ That's why you feel pressure when I'm recording ♪

♪ I watched these niggas have sex while I was starving... ♪