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- This program is rated TV-MA-LV

and is intended for mature audiences.

Viewer discretion is advised.

- Previously on "Average Joe."

- She played us, Lee. - Cathy?

- She made nice, she sent us packing,

and then she called the fucking cops!

- If you have the girl, I will give you 1 million U.S.

- 8. - 2.

[tense music]

- You expecting someone else?

- The both of you need to get the hell out of Cape Town.

You are not gonna stop driving until you clear the city.

Do you understand?

- Sipho, meet Joe, Teddy's son.

- Take them both.

♪ ♪

- Imani, where are we going?

- I think Joe lied to me.

He promised he'd take care of umama.

I just-- I just need to check.

[door opens]

- [shouts] - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Please come with me.

- I helped Teddy steal your heroin.

- You have my heroin?

- You want information, I want to renegotiate our deal.

- She working you, Sipho.

- We'll find out which one of them is lying

and kill the other one slowly.

- We're coming for you, Joe.

♪ ♪

- Teddy.

[The Temptations' "Papa Was A Rolling Stone"]

[upbeat funk music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Papa was a rolling stone ♪

♪ Wherever he laid his hat was his home ♪

♪ And when he died, all he left us was alone ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Well, well ♪

♪ ♪

[bell rings]

♪

[bell rings]

♪ ♪

- Hey, Pops.

- [sighs]

♪ ♪

- Teddy, you finally made it.

What can I get you two?

- Just coffee for me, D.

I can't stay long.

- Thought you said you wanted to get something to eat.

[indistinct chatter]

Yeah, coffee's good, D.

- Two coffees.

- Mm, mm, mm.

- So how you been?

- Good. Busy.

- Well, we've been well.

Yeah.

Jenn, she got into, uh--

she got into Carnegie Mellon.

- Wow.

Good for her. - Yeah.

Top choice, too.

Yeah.

She can't stop smiling about it.

I mean, neither can I.

- Well, smile now.

You won't win that tuition bill is due.

- Well, she's getting, like, financial aid, so.

- Oh, yeah? Well, that just about cover the books.

You gonna have to pay the rest.

That's a lot of shitty toilets to unclog.

- See the game last night?

- [chuckles]

Pickett throwing for 240?

- Mm-hmm. - Oh, man.

He's gonna be one of the greats.

- Yeah.

- Like Bradshaw. - Yeah.

- But not like that bitch, Neil O'Donnell.

- Yeah.

[chuckling] He's a bitch, yeah.

- Thanks, ma'am.

Hey, you hungry?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I can--I can-- I can eat.

[soft upbeat music playing]

♪ ♪

So we want to thank you for the new battery.

- Oh, you tell Touch don't worry about it.

But between you and me, it wasn't really new.

- [laughs] That's what Leon said.

- Ah, so Leon's smarter than you guys think, huh?

- Oh, you're going a little too far on that one.

I know you don't believe that, do you?

- No, I don't. The fucking dummy.

- [laughs]

- But that Cathy? Jesus Christ.

Why is she still hanging out with that fucking broad?

- No one knows.

- Mm.

Did you ever hang that buck head I gave you for Christmas?

- Oh, yeah.

Yeah, we hung it up, um, like, right there in the living room,

so everybody can see it when they walk in.

- Bullshit. [laughter]

Hell are you talking to?

Angela ain't gonna let you put that thing up in the house.

- [laughs]

- Oh, well, you know what?

You--you hang on to that buck head for me, OK?

It has, uh, sentimental value.

- I will.

- Whenever you're ready. - Mm.

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

You save it for Carnegie Mellon.

- Mm.

- Thanks, Pops.

- Oh.

Thanks, Pops.

Appreciate it. Thank you.

[chuckles softly]

Time to go hit this bathroom before I get out of here.

- There you go.

Clog it, charge them to fix it. - [laughs]

- And put it towards the college fund.

[both chuckle]

I love you, son.

[indistinct chatter]

- Love you, too, Pops.

- Hey.

Fuck Tom Brady.

- [chuckles]

Yeah, fuck Tom Brady.

all: Fuck Tom Brady!

[peaceful music]

♪ ♪

[dissonant notes]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[mouse squeaking]

♪ ♪

- Hello, son.

[tense notes]

- What the--huh?

I cremated you.

How?

How the fuck are you still alive?

- Oh, let's just calm down, Joe.

- Calm down?

Is that what you say, motherfucker?

"Calm down"?

I am in a dungeon in the bottom of a fucking castle

talking to my dead father!

You want me to fucking calm down?

What the fuck?

You want me to calm down? I'll calm down, OK?

Hey, hey, Dad, how are you? How you doing, huh?

You having a good fucking time here in Africa?

Did you find a good fucking cheesesteak?

Fuck!

- You had a tough time.

I know.

And we got shit to talk about.

But right now, we gotta focus,

focus on getting the fuck out of here.

- Focus? Focus?

[chuckling] Yeah, I'm focused, all right.

Focused on you, nigga.

- Don't you ever fucking call me that.

- What the fuck you gonna do, huh?

You think I'm still scared of you, huh?

You think I won't fuck you up

for what the fuck you did to my life,

what the fuck you did to my family?

- [laughs] What I did?

- Yeah, Dad, what the fuck you did!

- Whoo!

That's rich.

What I did.

You want to blame me for everything.

Well, look at yourself, boy.

You could have gone to the cops, but you didn't.

♪ ♪

You could have taken 100 grand from the safe

and called it quits, but you didn't.

You just kept following the money.

The Lambo, the million fucking dollars I left your sorry ass.

But it just wasn't enough.

♪ ♪

You just like me.

- [breathing heavily]

I ain't nothing like you.

I would never risk my family for a fucking penny.

Nothing.

♪ ♪

- Yeah, OK.

You think Ange and Jenn believe that?

♪ ♪

Why do you think they left your fucking ass?

You did this, Joe.

Same as me.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[loud thud]

[birds singing]

- [whispering] What the fuck are you doing?

- [whispering] We can read each other's lips.

- OK, read this.

[mouthing words]

[mouthing words]

Got it?

- Yeah.

I play sitting duck, we kill the two guards,

take their uniforms stormtrooper-style,

get Sipho, stuff him in the trunk, then we find Joe.

- Not even close.

And how the fuck did you get "Star Wars" out of that?

- I don't know. It was pretty obvious.

[tense music]

[heart pounding]

[door opens]

♪ ♪

- How are you, Catherine?

- Not fucking great, if you want to know the truth.

- Please, do not curse behind these walls.

- [scoffs] "Do not curse"?

What, are you one of those Muslim motherfuckers?

- Curse in my house again...

and they will be picking you up in little pieces.

♪ ♪

The time has come for you to make a decision.

Tell me where my heroin is or Ehime will end our charade.

♪ ♪

- [sighs softly]

♪ ♪

- Pittsburgh.

- Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S.?

- That's the one.

♪ ♪

- Where, exactly?

- There's no address. I'd have to show you.

- You'd have to show me? [chuckles]

The depth to which you think I am gullible is amusing.

You must accompany some very, very, very stupid people.

- Well, yeah.

♪ ♪

- Perhaps you can tell me who these fine people are.

♪ ♪

- Don't know.

They don't look familiar to me.

- They don't look familiar?

Well...

if you do not tell me the exact location of my heroin

by our next visit, the picture I show you next

will be only of their heads.

Nothing else.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

♪ ♪

For the one in authority is God's servant...

servant for your good.

♪ ♪

But if you do me wrong, be very afraid...

for rulers do not bear the sword for no reason.

They are the angels of wrath to bring punishment

on the wrongdoers.

♪ ♪

Mm.

♪ ♪

Our next visit, then.

♪ ♪

[door opens]

[door slams]

- [exhales deeply]

♪ ♪

[somber music]

♪ ♪

[ethereal dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[birds singing]

- OK, so, uh, what about her work?

What work did your mother do?

[sighs]

[chuckles] Nothing on that one, either.

When was the last time you saw your mother?

Oh, it must be very difficult for you.

The pain that comes with losing your loved one

to senseless violence.

It's unbearable.

I know it very well.

Now, um, imagine the pain of a mother losing her son.

[soft somber music]

Do you know him?

Ziri Coetzee,

simple dishwasher at Billy G's Bar Americana.

He was shot in the middle of the desert,

left for the vultures.

He was 19.

He was 19, and his life was stolen from him.

So I cannot let his killer walk away.

♪ ♪

So what does the murder of Ziri Coetzee

have to do with the death of your mother?

♪ ♪

Look at these murders.

Look.

Look at all these murders.

All these murders are connected,

and they led me to your mother and father's house.

♪ ♪

Look at these people.

Look at all these people.

All these people have family.

They have friends who care deeply about them,

just like you care about your mother.

Now, wouldn't you like to find out

who did this to your mother?

♪ ♪

- I know who killed my mother.

- Who?

Who, my child? Tell me.

Tell me, who killed your mother?

Who did all of this?

- Sipho.

[tense music]

- Sipho?

The drug dealer, Sipho?

♪ ♪

Why would Sipho kill your mother?

♪ ♪

- Am I under arrest, or am I free to go?

- Please, my child.

Please, help me.

Won't you please help me, please?

♪ ♪

- Jacques Kallis is your all-time

favorite cricket player?

- Now, what's wrong with Jacques Kallis, huh?

- [laughs]

- The man has over 13,000 career runs in Test.

- It's like saying that

your favorite rock band is the Beatles.

Or your favorite movie is "District 9."

- [scoffs]

- It says nothing about your personality.

Except that you are a sheep.

- I am not a sheep.

- OK.

Who's your favorite rock band?

- I don't want to say.

- [chuckles]

It's the Beatles, isn't it?

[imitates sheep bleating]

Sheep.

[imitates sheep bleating]

[laughs]

- ♪ Ice Cube will swarm ♪

♪ On any motherfucker in a blue uniform ♪

- [speaks Afrikaans]

- ♪ Just 'cause I'm from the CPT ♪

♪ Punk police are afraid of me, huh ♪

♪ A young nigga on the warpath ♪

♪ And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath ♪

♪ Of cops dying in LA ♪

♪ Yo, Dre, I got something to say ♪

- ♪ Fuck the police, fuck--fuck--fuck the police ♪

♪ Fuck--fuck-- fuck the police ♪

♪ Fuck--fuck-- fuck the police ♪

- ♪ Example of scene one ♪

[siren wailing] - Put your goddamn hands up.

[suppressed gunfire]

- ♪ Oh, shit ♪

- ♪ Fuck the police, fuck--fuck--fuck the police ♪

♪ Fuck--fuck-- fuck the police ♪

- Frickin' heavy.

- ♪ Example of scene one ♪

- "Fuck tha Police," really?

- Forgot that was my ringtone.

My phone's been on silent since, like, 2012.

- OK, so that's your ringtone for everybody, not just me?

- Yeah.

Not everything's about you, Touch.

- All right.

We wait for the sun to set, and then we move.

Let's go.

[birds singing]

[loud thud]

- [grunts]

[softer thud]

[water dripping]

[groans]

- You think I hadn't tried that yet?

- [grunts]

- There's no escape, Joe.

You're wasting your energy.

- [grunts]

- Son, stop.

- [grunts]

- I said stop. - Fuck off me!

[Teddy sighs]

- Did that make you feel good?

That's it, huh?

That's the way you're gonna treat your old man?

- That's exactly how you deserve to be treated.

You don't give a fuck about me. I don't give a shit about you.

- What did you say? What did you say to me?

I don't give a fuck about you?

Why would I leave you a million fucking dollars?

- It's all clear to me now.

That million dollars was for this moment right here.

You were buying me.

You were buying me just in case your sorry ass got got.

You knew I would show up, man.

Here I am.

- Here you are.

Why?

- 'Cause you had me thinking Ange and Jenn was in trouble.

- And the moment you found out they weren't,

your ass should have been back on that plane.

- I wanted answers.

- Bullshit.

You got the fucking answers.

So just say the shit, son, so we can move the fuck on.

- "Say the shit"?

What the fuck do you want me to say, huh?

You want me to say how much I'm just like you, hmm?

Huh?

You want me to say how much of a piece of shit father I am

who fucked his family over for fucking money, huh?

You want me to be like, hey, fuck the world,

let me get mine's?

That's what you want to hear?

- Mirror, mirror, on the wall.

- Fuck you!

That ain't me.

[tense music]

That's all you.

Nigga, you do that again, and you won't wake up for a month.

- [laughs] My son.

A pussy-ass plumber thinks he's a tough guy, huh?

Come on, bitch.

Think you can take on your old man?

Knee-deep in other people's piss and shit all day.

What a fucking disappointment you turned out to be.

I should have had a girl instead of you.

Oh, yeah, I did.

[groans]

- Yeah, I don't hit like a girl, do I, motherfucker?

- [groans] - Hmm?

Oh!

[tense music]

- You dirty motherfucker, you.

- Oh, yeah.

It's gonna get dirty, motherfucker.

♪ ♪

[Teddy groans]

♪ ♪

- I want to show you what the Russians did to me.

You're gonna feel every piece of it.

[crack] - Oh, you motherfucker!

[insects droning]

- Well, looks pretty dark to me.

Yeah. - We good?

- We're good. Let's roll.

Wait, wait, wait, wait. Hold on. What was I thinking?

We can't use any of these guns in that castle.

- What?

- Even this thing will scream if you fire it inside.

Then it's gonna bring Sipho's entire army coming after us.

We got to be smart here, man.

We got to--we-- we got to be stealth.

- Yeah, sure.

I can be stealth.

They used to call me Leon the Invisible.

- I don't think anybody's ever called you that.

- My parents did.

- Well, that's pretty fucked up.

OK, look, we'll stash all this shit right here

in case we need it, yeah?

Now, if we're running for our lives,

which is probably gonna be the case, you come out here,

you start throwing grenades,

and you fire that rifle and pray.

And when we find Joe,

it's all about just getting the fuck out of here.

So stay low, stay quiet, and be quick.

Yeah? - Yeah, I got you.

Got you. - Let's go.

- Hey, what about Cathy?

- Are you fucking serious?

- Yeah. No.

Fuck Cathy.

[indistinct chatter]

- So Imani Washington's plea that Sipho,

a high-profile drug dealer with propensity for violence

killed her mother, is very intriguing.

Because why would Sipho kill the mother?

Well, obviously, we know that Teddy Washington

isn't who he appears to be.

[suspenseful music]

Oh.

Or maybe Imani is given the name

of a high-profile drug dealer with propensity for violence

just to get the blame off someone else.

But how does it all come back to Ziri Coetzee?

[sighs]

Hey. - AK, you got a minute?

♪ ♪

- Actually, I--

I do not have a minute.

- Actually, you do.

We agreed to share information on our cases.

- And?

- And why weren't we alerted when Imani Washington

was brought in?

- Listen, I entered her and Phyllis Wabantu into the system

as soon as we arrived.

Standard protocol.

And since you are not my superiors,

I saw no need to alert you.

- Oh, you didn't.

The daughter of the owner of Swart en Goud?

That's our case.

- Yeah? Where did you find her?

- Well, it's-- it's all in the file.

It's all in the file, gentlemen.

Now, will you excuse me, please?

♪ ♪

- Who do you think you are, hmm?

You want to be the hero in every case.

Is that it?

Always trying to prove you're still a detective.

Even though you couldn't solve the murder of your own son.

Hmm? Hmm?

- You do not ever talk about my son.

- Mm?

- Another time.

Come, let's go.

- Imani Washington is ours now.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Clear. - Shut the fuck up.

- I thought that's what cops yell when they enter a room.

- You don't see me walk into a room yelling "clear," do you?

- No, that's why I did it.

Because I care about my partner.

- Here we go. OK, OK.

Take this.

- What? No. - Take the fucking knife.

- I can't stab somebody.

- Didn't you kill a couple of dudes

with, like, a nail gun and a hammer?

- I run a hardware store. Those were tools.

I had years of practice.

I can't just...

stab somebody.

- It's not that difficult.

OK, look, I'll show you.

You hold the knife like this, right?

And then you stab.

You just fucking stab, like that.

- OK, what if--what if I-- I miss or I--

or I hit bone or they start screaming for their mother?

I can't kill a guy who's screaming for their mother.

- Fine, I'll do the stabbing, and you can do the dying, OK?

- Look, I just need something I'm more used to, all right?

Something that's not so personal.

- What? - Look.

OK.

Cricket bat. Huh?

I'm a regular Sachin Tendulkar.

- I don't know what that means.

Just follow me. Stay quiet. Shut up.

♪ ♪

Clear.

♪ ♪

- Where's Imani?

- Oh, no. She's safe.

She's down the hall.

Right, um,

what is your relationship with Jamila Washington?

- She was my best friend.

We took care of each other.

She was a saint.

She didn't deserve the death that she received.

- Why, yes. Of course.

And then what about her husband, Teddy?

Because he's completely vanished since her death.

When, last, did you see him?

- I don't remember.

- And this Teddy, was he also a saint?

- [speaks language]

Why are you guys not willing to answer any of my questions?

Don't you want to help me get to the bottom of what happened?

- We do. - So?

- [sighs] We just don't know who we can trust right now.

- You can trust the police.

- No, we can't.

I watched my friend be taken

by two of your officers who work for Sipho.

So no, we can't trust anyone right now.

- Officers working for Sipho?

Who? - I don't know their names.

- So these officers, what do they look like?

- One was Black. The other one was white.

The white one had a-- had a mustache.

A big one, and then a--

- Uh, uh, um, I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

Just one second.

♪ ♪

[energetic tense music]

♪ ♪

Imani? Imani Washington?

♪ ♪

No!

No!

♪ ♪

Hello? Van Wyk and Maseko.

Has anyone seen them?

Hey, have you seen Van Wyk and Maseko?

No?

Yo, yo, yo.

♪ ♪

- Let go of me! Let go of me! - Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

- Let them go! [speaks language]

Let them go.

- Hey, hey, hey. - Let them go.

- [chuckling] Hey, hey, calm down.

[electricity crackling] - [shouts]

- [laughs]

♪ ♪

The subject appears

to have pissed his pants like a schoolboy.

Now, was the electrical current too strong,

or was his bladder too weak?

Huh? - Hey, come on.

Help me. - Yeah, sure.

- Grab the legs.

- One, two, - Two, three.

[both grunt]

[suspenseful music]

[water dripping]

- How's my granddaughter doing?

- What?

- Jennifer. How is she?

- None of your fucking business.

That's how she's doing.

- Keeping the baby?

- No.

She took care of it.

- She came by the office one day with some cookies

her and Ange had made for me.

Dimitri was there at the same time.

He had come to pick up a car

I'd just brought back from Philly.

Mm...

You could feel it between them.

[peaceful music]

- [chuckles softly]

♪ ♪

Things would have been so different

if that never happened.

- Things would have been a whole lot different

if you ain't tried to be a fucking drug mule.

- [laughs]

Yeah, different.

But completely fucking boring.

[laughs]

You killed Dimitri and Nicolai.

- Kill or be killed.

- [sighs]

You have nightmares?

I have 'em all the fucking time.

Gotta forgive yourself for that shit, son.

Had to be done.

- No, it didn't.

You stop fucking talking to me.

[insects droning]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- I'm starting to get dizzy.

- Shh!

- Where the fuck is everyone?

Thought we were Trojan Horsing it into Gideon.

- The Gideon?

- "Mark of Gideon"?

- I have no fucking clue what you're talking about.

- "Star Trek" season 3, episode 16.

The "Enterprise" visits the planet Gideon

to discuss diplomatic relations,

only to discover it's overpopulated.

The Gideon ambassador captures Captain Kirk,

hoping to use his vegan choriomeningitis virus

to infect the overpopulated planet.

- That's your way of saying

you thought there was gonna be more guards?

- Yeah.

Welcome to the party. You're late.

There's beer in the fridge, but the snacks are gone.

- Wow.

- No!

No!

[people straining]

- Shit. They got Imani.

- And Phyllis.

- Hey, hey. What are you doing?

If you go now, we're all dead.

[indistinct chatter]

[soft suspenseful music]

- Shit.

- OK, here's what we'll do.

I go after Imani and Joe.

You go after Phyllis. - No, no, no, no, no.

We stick to the plan. - Hey, no question.

You really like this chick, don't you?

- I think I might.

- Well, then, what the fuck are we talking about?

You get Phyllis. Make sure she's safe.

As soon as she is, you text me. I'll text you back where I am.

All right?

- Yeah. - OK. All right.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

♪ ♪

I love you, pal.

- I love you, bud.

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- [snoring]

♪ ♪

[snoring]

♪ ♪

- [whistles]

♪ ♪

- [snoring]

♪ ♪

- [mouthing words]

[person groans]

[soft clicking]

[soft rubbing]

[tense music]

- That's a sixer, bitch.

♪ ♪

- Your soul has death lingering around it, you--

ancestors remind us of our imperative duty

to live a moral life, and they'll punish us if we don't.

I'm a sangoma.

I can help you.

I can help.

- The only good kind of sangoma is a dead sangoma.

[groaning]

[knife sliding]

♪ ♪

- Are you OK? Look at me. Are you OK?

Can you breathe? - I'm all right.

- Yeah? - I'm all right.

- Shh.

♪ ♪

- They got--they got Imani.

- I'm gonna go after Imani,

but we gotta get you out of here.

- No, I'm not leaving. I'm not leaving.

- Listen to me.

We cannot keep fighting Sipho's men alone, OK?

There's too many of them.

We need help, and I need you to go get that help.

- But--but I can't go to the police.

It's the same men who brought the lion.

They--they're the reason why we're here.

- Not gonna go to the police.

You're gonna go to a place called R J's Cove.

You're gonna talk to a woman called Amahle.

She runs the place, OK?

You tell her that Joe needs help.

The American Joe, Teddy's son.

She'll know what I'm talking about.

She knows who you can trust.

Please.

Please. - I can't leave without Imani.

I can't leave you.

- I will find Imani, I promise.

And then I will come back.

I will find you.

I swear I'm not gonna lose you.

♪ ♪

- You gotta go.

Just go.

♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Go, go, go, go, go.

♪ ♪

[chuckles]

Oh, fuck.

[tense music]

- Oh, fuck yes.

Baby, I knew you would come for me.

Leon?

- We gotta go.

- OK, what's the plan? Where's Touch?

Did you find Joe?

Baby, can you take these off me?

- If you want to leave,

then follow me and just shut the fuck up.

♪ ♪

- OK.

♪ ♪

- Mm.

Shit.

- What?

- Let's go.

♪ ♪

- Leon!

♪ ♪

- When your mom died--

- Don't talk about my mom.

- When my wife died,

I used that as an excuse for why I broke bad.

The grief was unbearable.

I was unprepared to raise a son on my own.

The world was fucking me over,

so I'm gonna fuck it right back.

It's all bullshit.

The truth?

The first hit I got at that money,

the danger that, nigga, you might die doing this shit,

I knew I was home.

I've been waiting for this my entire life.

And I was gonna taste that shit again and again and again.

All you motherfuckers be damned.

So I took a little bit from here, a little bit from there.

Stole enough to do a bit of traveling.

Ended up in Cape Town.

Met Imani's mother.

I married that bitch so I could get a passport.

So I could come and go as I needed to.

I met Imani soon after.

Never really gave a fuck about her.

About her moms.

They were just a means to an end.

[groans]

[groans]

[crack] Mm!

Oh. Whoo.

Then, that day...

they sent me to pick up the Lambo

with the 10 million in it.

And I knew that was the day of my rebirth.

[laughs]

Phoenix from the ashes kind of shit.

[chuckles]

[sighs]

Nicolai sent one of his men to pick up the car from me.

Well, I killed that motherfucker straight away.

Yeah, put him in my chair in my crib

and then burnt the house down to the fucking ground.

- So...

you're just a straight up-sociopath, huh?

- Nah, sociopaths are impulsive, Joe.

I'm calculating.

- If you so fucking calculated,

why wouldn't you just call me and be like,

Joe, I'm in South Africa, I am in trouble, come down here now?

What's up with all the goddamn clues

and all that silly shit you'd be doing?

- If I made that call, would you have come?

- Fuck no.

- [chuckles] There you go.

For you, Joe, it's family, family, family.

At least that's what you keep shouting about,

but we know better.

So that's why I sent the pictures of Jenn.

And once you were here, it was just a matter of

introducing you to a different kind of family.

- Imani?

- Imani.

- You know she thinks you love her, right?

- Mm.

- You know she's not leaving without you.

but you knew I wasn't gonna leave without her.

- Which means you weren't gonna leave without me.

- You're a diabolical motherfucker, dude.

- Yeah, yeah, but I'm in a cell.

- Who the fuck flipped on you?

- Billy G's little fucking boyfriend.

- Ziri?

- That's right.

I needed someone to wash that $10 million

I stole from Nicolai.

Billy G had a club.

Perfect.

Then I used that money to fund stealing the heroin from Sipho.

Mm, But Ziri got anxious that I was gonna give up Billy

if shit went sideways.

- You fucking would of.

- Of course, I would have.

Yeah, so bitch-ass Ziri gave me up to Sipho

before I got the chance.

That's why that little motherfucker had to die.

And I'm sorry I killed Leon and Cathy.

But Cathy finding my stash, oh.

I had a whole network in Pittsburgh

set up to sell that heroin, and she fucked it all up.

So that's why Leon and her had to die.

- Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news.

But Leon and Cathy aren't dead.

I killed your hitman before he got to 'em.

- No shit.

My man.

- Don't be too fucking impressed.

You had a awful fucking hitman.

[door opens]

[hinge creaks]

- Teddy Washington, 68,

passed away in a tragic house fire.

- Hmm.

- A lifelong Pittsburgh resident,

Teddy is survived by his son, Joe Washington,

Angela Washington, and his granddaughter,

Jennifer Washington.

[tense music]

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And let's not forget Imani Washington.

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Last chance before I kill them all.

Where is my heroin?

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