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I did it.

I didn't pull the trigger, but I definitely pushed the button.

Fat Freddie got it done.

I thought I made myself clear, Eddie.

What the fuck do you mean, you made yourself clear?

- I said leave them alone. - I thought we were partners.

I get a say-so in this shit, too.

The fuck?

You're my brother, Priest.

Somebody come at my brother. They come at me.

If they come at me, they get got.

- You started a war. - No, I didn't.

They was gonna come for you regardless.

Fuck Sno Patrol! You said that shit yourself.

We gonna be long gone by the time

they're an issue for us anyway, trust me.

That's the problem, Eddie. That's the fucking problem.

We are supposed to trust each other. Are we not?

You don't always have to tell me the truth. That's not trust.

Me doing right by you,

you doing right by me. That's trust!

Haven't I always done right by you?

Whatever, nigga. Just don't fucking lie to me again.

- I'm serious. - A'ight.

I don't care what your definition of trust is, either.

Mmm. You want to hug it out?

Huh? I'm right here.

Hug this.

God, give me the strength to lead these people

to righteousness, to prosperity,

and to a better city.

God, give these good people

the strength to make the right decision

at the voting booth next month, for themselves, their family,

and for the blessed city of Atlanta.

God bless you.

God bless ATL.

Thank you.

Georgia, my goodness, look at this turnout.

Well, you have a ton of supporters, Your Honor.

That I may, but not normally amongst this crowd.

Come work with me already.

I already work for you, sir.

You are single-handedly expanding my base.

In the words of Christ himself, "I have other sheep

"that are not of this pen.

"But I need these also."

And you, my dear, know all the cool sheep.

Yes, I do.

Wow. Powerful, isn't it?

It is beautiful.

You know he paints murals as well, this guy,

out on the streets?

He's known to use found materials.

Well, some of my favorite artists use found materials.

I feel it brings a sense of reality to the work.

Yeah. Of course.

Turning trash into millions.

Mmm. Artists are hustlers.

And everyone loves a hustler, don't they, Mayor Atkins?

They just can't help it.

Why don't you show me another piece?

What's wrong with this piece?

Nothing.

Good.

Because you just bought it.

- Did I? - Yes.

How much did I spend?

- I'll talk to you in a minute. - Okay.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Thank you. You look so good. - You look good.

How you doing?

If you left me in a roach-infested trap house,

I wouldn't feel nearly as dirty as I do right now

next to His Honor.

Oh, my God, is that a bathing suit under there?

Baby, I'm sorry,

- but you've got to stay close to him. - Why?

- What's the play here? - There's no play right now.

That's something for a rainy day.

I got to make a call.

Yo, are they there yet?

No, not yet.

We have an exhibition at the San Francisco MOMA

opening next week.

- Okay. - And I thought it'd be dope

- to do something here, too. - Are you kidding me?

I would love that. That would be absolutely amazing.

- Good seeing you. - Good to see you.

- Take care. Hey. - I will.

- 'Sup? - You got to go.

Let me call you back.

This look like a mixtape release party to you, nigga?

It ain't that kind of event.

- Bitch, go do your job. - "Bitch"?

Look, I got this, baby.

Let's chop it up downstairs real quick.

I got it, baby. Go on and mingle. Come on.

So what's going on, man?

$23,000 for this shit?

She got a better hustle than we do.

Yeah, she's got an eye for it.

Funny you should say that.

I lost an eye the other day.

Yeah, my condolences. I heard about that.

You sure that's all you did was hear about it?

Come on, now, Q.

You ever known me to be petty about some shit like that?

Especially if it ain't got nothing to do with business.

I wasn't even in the A when your man got hit.

That don't mean shit. All it take is one phone call.

It does mean something.

If I was a petty-ass nigga and wanted to do something

'cause Juju tried to pull a gun out on me,

don't you think I'd do it myself? I don't need no damn help.

But I didn't. I didn't make no calls, and I was out of town.

Where the fuck your boy Eddie was, though?

With me.

Sure he was.

Congratulations.

After tonight, you stay away from the gallery.

You hear me?

Yeah, we golden, baby.

Good.

A'ight.

Load this up.

Come on.

You're lucky I don't make you work naked, motherfucker.

- Hey, do something. - All right, all right.

Fucking do something.

Yeah!

The manager will see you now.

Yes, sir.

Fellows.

I say, uh-huh.

Mmm-hmm. And behind door number one.

Oh, man.

- Cheers to that. - To the hustle, baby.

Hey, you're my motherfucking brother.

Answer the phone, are you deaf?

No, this sport is stupid and I don't give a shit.

Wow.

You look nice.

Thank you, baby. So do you.

Come downstairs with me.

For what? People won't be here for another hour.

I know.

Just come downstairs.

All right, give me a second.

Like today, though, please.

- Georgia! - Yes. Coming. Coming.

You hungry?

- Huh? - I said, are you hungry?

I could eat.

What is this?

Just a little something.

You're too sweet.

Hold up. Hold up. I got to be a gentleman now.

Oh.

- Madam. - Thank you.

Wow. Look at this.

That's fine. Thanks.

Takes some getting used to, you know,

being served in your own house.

You earned it.

You, all of us, really,

are always exactly where we're meant to be.

- You believe that? - I do.

When I was in school, this girl Janelle

lived like this her whole life.

In college, her dad actually got arrested.

He was a big money guy,

something to do with the financial crisis.

He ripped off a bunch of old people.

It was a big deal. Made it to the news.

His case went from front page news

to back page write-up about some bullshit fine

and a small settlement.

I learned then that the difference

between a businessman and a crook

is the type of lawyer you can afford.

Is that what you see me as? As a crook?

No.

I see a man, my man,

taking care of his business

and getting things right so that, when this is all done,

you can be free.

I'm so sorry about that.

You're fine.

- I'll be right back. - Yeah.

- What up, man? - Yeah, man.

Hey, I got your money, too, boy.

- My nigga, what's happening? - What's up?

- I see you. - I see you.

What's up, boy?

Thanks for coming. Ready to get that money?

Finna get that money, son.

- Top to bottom. - A'ight, player.

Yeah.

- Yo, what up, baby boy? - What's up, boy?

Hey, man, you still down to talk, right?

- Yeah. - Yo.

I really need you to hear me out, man.

Freddie, you got to take it easy, now.

I done told you, I got you. Relax.

Everybody, listen up!

I just want to start off by saying thank you.

Okay? I want to say thank you to my team.

I want to say thank you to every single one of y'all.

I know it's been hard on you, laying low,

staying off the grid and still being hard at work,

but y'all been doing that, and I'm proud of y'all.

So, tonight, we gonna drink, we gonna eat,

we gonna smoke something if you have it.

We gonna turn up, a'ight?

So this is to y'all. Salud!

Salud!

- What's going on, baby? - What's happening? What's happening?

Look, I need you to fall back a little bit.

Word will get out about a price drop.

People being how people are, they'll start asking questions.

You know, asking how, asking why.

Now, Racks, they find out that we're flooding the market,

we're gonna have beef we don't need. Do you understand what I'm saying?

Priest, I respect that, and we don't need no beef.

But for me to move the amount of work you want me to move,

at the pace you want me to move,

we got to cut the numbers.

Then cut the numbers. I don't care.

I just need you to move it somewhere else.

I got people in Cashville.

They can move whatever the fuck we throw at 'em.

You got your lane, Freddie.

We don't need these motherfuckers, man.

Shut the fuck up, man!

- Who the fuck is this motherfucker? - Hey.

We'll put that bitch in a hole.

He's a fucking termite.

Everybody, calm down. We good. We good.

- A'ight? We good. - Are we good?

- Hey, yeah, we good. We good. - Listen to me.

Come on, now.

Hey.

I don't like this fat motherfucker, man.

Look, man, we good. Don't worry about that shit.

A'ight? We're getting too much money, baby.

A'ight? Look at this fucking jacket.

- You look good, nigga. - We got history to make, baby.

Please tell me what the fuck just happened.

- That's your boy. - That was funny as hell.

I almost had to fight that big nigga.

God, I wanted to see them niggas roll

in their good clothes. I really did, though.

No, but seriously, look.

The way shit is going right now,

like, the numbers we doing right now,

we should've been doing since day one.

Shit is moving smooth like butter.

Like, you a fucking genius, Priest. I can't even lie.

Who's to say we can't keep this shit up?

Hmm?

Who's to say we can't be bigger than the Sno Patrol

with they bitch ass?

Like, seriously, the way shit is running right now

is the reason we got in the game in the first place.

Is that a George Daniels on your wrist?

Oh, yeah.

I ain't show you this bitch yet, right?

It's nice, but do you think it's smart

to be wearing that at this time?

Hmm?

At this party?

These dumb motherfuckers don't even know what they're looking at.

- Doesn't matter. - I'm not talking about them, Eddie.

I'm talking about the police.

One cop sees you wearing a $600,000 watch,

he's gonna wonder how that nigga got that.

That's all it takes. One thread, Eddie. One...

Yeah, to unravel the whole fucking sweater.

Priest, I get it. God damn!

This fucking preaching. You know what I'mma do?

I'mma take the watch home. I'm gonna put it inside a safe,

and put it in another safe,

and then forget I got the fucking watch.

That make you happy?

Great.

Yo, man, why Priest do me like that?

- Do you like what, G? - Yo, all that "stay in your lane" shit.

Because you ain't never sold nothing a day in your fucking life.

I mean, you the muscle. Just be the muscle.

No, man, but the shit we got fucking sells itself, nigga.

Man, it ain't that simple, man.

Man, then why don't you let me prove myself, huh?

You're giving work to everybody else,

and I been here since fucking day one, man.

How do you think it feels to watch all these motherfuckers get caked up?

Eddie.

Yo, Eddie.

Man, look, I'll give you one brick.

- Thank you, man. - You happy?

- Appreciate you, man. - Well, appreciate this ass.

That's what you need to be appreciating.

- These asses. - I fucking knew it.

Oh, shit. Yo, baby.

- Baby... - Yeah. No, no, no.

Don't give me that calm voice shit.

This bitch your side chick? This bitch?

Trust me. You don't want to see it with this bitch!

- Bitch, I will whup your ass! - Oh, no, chill, ladies.

- We'll talk about this later. - Talk about what?

Talk about how you putting all our business

- on the line for this trick? - Bitch!

Oh!

Come on, man.

No! No!

- Stupid bitch! - I will beat your ass!

You better get her!

Our guy been up to anything?

Since getting back from El Paso? Not much.

Living life like a retiree, except with younger women.

Doesn't seem like he's up to much, you ask me.

What's the buzz been about at the precincts?

- Concerning? - Narcotics.

Has law enforcement noticed

any change in the market at all?

Recent influx of pills locally.

- Charlotte, too, from what I've heard. - Hmm.

All right, well,

here you are.

It's all there.

That's not lemon pepper?

Hawaiian. Trying something new.

Aren't we all?

- You sure about this? - Positive.

That nigga say he gonna lay one on me?

Well, he didn't tell me that.

I'm gonna need you to better explain yourself, a'ight?

Look, he's been acting real funny lately,

so I just knew he was seeing somebody on the side.

Always lying about where he been at.

- How you know he was lying? - Because I went on his phone.

- Turned the locator on. - Fuck all that.

Tell us what we want to hear.

Look, the day you got shot at,

Fat-Ass told me he was gonna cop some sneakers

down in Little Five Points.

But he wasn't there.

Same date, same time, same location as the shooting.

Technology's a bitch.

So is a woman scorned.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

Here he comes.

You ever kill a bitch with a dick in her mouth?

Yo, take that shit off.

- What, baby, my shirt? - Take that fucking shirt off.

Cops. Duck.

Bring it over here. Bring it here.

Ooh.

Oh...

Oh. Get the fuck up. Get the fuck up. Get the fuck up.

I don't know if it's that nigga's lucky day or his unlucky day.

Fuck!

Don't say a fucking word. Don't say shit.

Having ourselves a night, are we?

Is there a problem, Officer?

How much you charging, sweetheart?

Hey, I ain't a fucking prostitute.

Yo, chill. Don't say fucking shit before this...

Before this officer asks you to step out of the car?

It's too late. Step out of the car, please.

God damn it. God damn it. Fucking told you!

Get the fuck up out the car!

- I told you not to say shit! - Let's go.

Jackpot.

Let's go. Get the fuck out of the car.

All right.

Gun. Cocaine.

- It's all yours, right? - I want a lawyer.

"A lawyer"?

You're not under arrest. Did you arrest him?

Uh-uh.

Just having a conversation in a public place.

That's a whole lot of cocaine, man.

Can't all be for personal use, can it?

Don't want to talk?

All right.

Wow.

You're amongst friends.

I insist.

Know what my problem with you is?

This shit's way too pure, and you got way too much of it

for me to not know who the fuck you are.

Still silent. All right.

Say "cheese."

You're making my life too easy.

All right. "Eddie."

Most of your texts and calls are to this guy.

Can't be your boyfriend.

You got way too many pussy pics to be on the down-low.

What is he, your connect? No. Nah.

See, you're not connected.

Your boss, right?

Bingo.

"Eddie."

You know an Eddie who's getting it like this?

- Not like that. - See, now I'm really pissed

'cause that's two people I should know that I don't.

Get her out of the car.

Let's go, sweetheart.

No! No, please don't do it! Don't do it.

- Tell me who Eddie is. - Don't say a fucking word.

I just...

Big man's working for Eddie, right?

Yeah. Eddie.

Him and Priest.

"Priest"?

Damn.

I don't know who he is, either.

But I do now.

You gonna take your girl home.

And drive carefully.

You gonna see me around.

Let's go. Get the fuck out.

Let's go.

Come on.

Motherfucker.

What was I supposed to do, Freddie?

Baby, they were gonna kill you.

I ain't mad at you. I just got to figure out

how to tell Priest about this shit.

Look at this motherfucker. Look at this motherfucker.

What does he want now?

Can I see your license and registration, please, sir?

Look, man, you really need to see

- my motherfucking license... - Hands off the gun.

- What? - Hands off the gun!

The cops saved that nigga life, Q.

I'm gonna have that bitch

set up Fat Freddie next time, though.

Freddie might have been the shooter.

I ain't gonna doubt that.

But Freddie don't call no shots, though.

And if we make a move on him right now,

we gonna wake Priest up.

We need him sleep. Fuck Freddie.

Q, what the fuck is you talking about, "Fuck Freddie..."

Listen, nigga! This shit is chess, not checkers.

Once we knock the king off, the rest of the pieces

on the board don't even fucking matter.

If I have to, I'll kill that pussy-ass nigga Priest my goddamn self.

Yo, boss.

...Frederick Davis and 25-year-old Rochelle Saunders.

Police say that Davis did not comply

with instructions and reached for a gun.

That's when the officer fired.

Based on the initial report, Mayor Atkins believes

the shooting to be justified and is calling the officer,

Turk Franklin, a hero.

Hands off the gun. Hands off the gun!

Yeah, we're here for anything that you need.

All right? Anything.

All right. Sorry for your loss, Ms. Davis.

I will. Bye.

Something ain't right.

Yeah, something ain't right. They fucking murdered him!

- Can I help you? - What do you guys do in here?

This a Mickey Mouse Clubhouse?

Uh, it's our place of business. You mind telling us yours?

Oh, I'm Detective Mason. This here is Officer Franklin.

He's become a little bit of a local celebrity,

if you hadn't heard.

Oh, this is nice.

Well, you can talk to our lawyers if you have any...

"Lawyer"? That must be the company slogan.

That's exactly what Freddie said.

Not that you want the same thing to happen to you, do you?

Man, fuck you! Fuck you, too!

- For real! - How much?

Now, see, when you say it like that,

it makes me feel like this is a shakedown.

- Franklin, is this a shakedown? - Definitely.

This is a place of business, right?

We're gonna be partners.

We don't just offer that to anybody.

Like Sno Patrol.

They got multiple investigations on them

at multiple agencies.

They could go down at any minute.

I've been waiting a long time

to find someone who operates with your kind of discretion.

How much?

Partners means partners.

Fifty-fifty.

- We'll earn our share, right? - That's right.

Heads-up on raids, patrols, et cetera, et cetera.

But in the meantime, I feel like

we need to have some kind of goodwill gesture.

Let's say a million-dollar gesture.

By the end of the week.

Deal?

Hey. Deal?

Say it.

Come on, Priest, just say it.

Deal.

Attaboy.

Thanks, man.

I get it.

He scares the shit out of me, too.

Before we go,

I think this belongs to you.

Son of a bitch!

You're the reason we're in this shit.

- What? - You're the reason that Freddie's dead.

Fuck you, Priest.

I'm wrong?

If you didn't give him that brick, he'd still be alive.

If you didn't want to expand,

I would've never gave him the fucking brick!

He wanted to get put on.

There's no coming back from that.

Now we in the bed with the fucking police forever.

Not forever. It's gonna take longer than I thought

'cause of your dumb ass, but we stick to the plan, Eddie.

What plan? You still talking about

this dumb-ass shit about us getting out the game

and finding somewhere safe to land?

We black men!

There ain't nowhere safe on this fucking planet!

So what you wanna do?

You want to stay here, right?

That's our best fucking option!

We rolling with the police now.

It's in their best interest to protect us and keep us out of jail.

Until it isn't!

Until they do to us what they did to Freddie

'cause they own you until they kill you.

Why are you such a goddamn fool, nigga?

Me? Who got us into this shit?

You did this shit, Priest! Not me!

Eddie, touch me again, nigga. I swear...

- What the fuck you gonna do, Priest? - Touch me...

What the fuck you gonna do, Priest?

Motherfucker!

Yeah!

Fuck you doing, Priest?

You motherfucker!

Fuck!

I've been in touch with the consulate

where we can be citizens of a country with no extradition treaty.

- The police can't touch us. - They're not police.

- They're murderers. - If they're murderers,

how else we gonna get rid of them?

We don't. We get rid of ourselves.

These dirty-ass cops, Sno Patrol, they're violating us.

We shouldn't have to run from anyone.

We should wipe them all out.

Now, who gonna do all that gangsta shit, you?

If I have to.

I've done this shit, remember?

Then what?

Hmm?

You're gonna end up on the run anyway,

or you're gonna end up in a cage, so stop it.

- We have enough to leave. - It's not enough.

What's enough?

$2 million? 5? 25?

Or until you end up like Fat Freddie?

I don't give a damn about any of that shit.

I give a damn about you.

Think, Priest,

about everything that you've built.

Don't be so quick to throw it all away

just 'cause you're going through some shit.

I can't believe you right now.

- Yeah, 'cause you're fucking soft. - "Soft"?

I've had his back since day one,

and I had your back since day one,

so don't give me not shit about being soft...

- Stop. Stop! - Everything is warm and fuzzy to you.

Both of you shut the fuck up!

I don't know who you think

you're talking to!

But I am on your side, okay? I'm trying to get us out of this!

Look. Look, you're right. You're right. You're right, okay?

We're gonna get our money. We're gonna get our passports,

and after Freddie's funeral, we will get away for good.

Do you understand?

Another option to gain a passport is to invest $1.5 million U.S.

into a government-approved real estate project,

and you can have your citizenship for only $500,000 each.

Do you take cash?

Well, of course.

Get in the car. Make sure Ms. Davis is all right.

- Priest, but we... - Just get in the car, please.

What is he doing here?

Oh, I'm on mandatory leave.

It's standard procedure after an officer-involved shooting.

Figured I'd pay my respects to the money you owe us.

Jesus. Clearly, this was a bad idea.

Why don't you just give us what we came for.

We'll get out of your silky smooth hair.

Were you beaten as a child?

All the time.

Nice bag.

Uh-uh-uh-uh.

No offense.

Trust has to be earned, right?

It's good.

Think you got it bad?

I got to work with this guy every day.

My condolences.

You reaching for the burner in the center trap?

- I know how you think. - Scatter...

Shut the fuck up.

So you put a man on me, huh?

That's cool. I could put a man on you, too.

- Scatter, I have a plan. I've been... - Shh.

Come on, let's take a ride.

Look, will you just take this L, Scatter, please?

Get out while you still can.

Take the L, huh?

You know, there's a difference between getting out

and being pushed out.

I won't stand for that, Youngblood.

You literally could've taken

any kid off the corner and put him under your wing,

but you chose me.

- Why? - Them other young boys, back then,

they only wanted to hustle for the money and the flash.

Everybody want to be somebody.

Want to be a trap star.

Want to be superfly.

Not you.

You were different.

Cared less about that stuff.

Who the fuck is that?

It's Priest. My man I was telling you about.

- He got it all planned out. - So these fools think

they can come in my cut and set up a trap, huh?

Without even checking in?

Well, time to pay the tax.

Man, why don't we just spray 'em?

Nah, man, pulling that trigger ain't gonna make it no better.

In fact, it'll make it worse.

See, the trick is, you got to get past that guard out front.

Hey, he's about to be gone in a minute.

How the fuck you know that?

He thinks he's about to meet

an 18-year-old freshman from Georgia State.

I been catfishing him for about a month now, so...

A month, you say?

That's a pretty big commitment, youngblood.

Okay. Are you ready?

One of the main things I admired about you

was the fact that you thought big.

Look at your clothes, for example.

I taught you how to dress, but you took it way, way left.

With your Morris Day-looking hair.

Excuse me? Who the... Who the fuck is Morris Day?

Is it true, Priest?

You were gonna leave town?

Abandon our business?

No. Never.

Look, he's mad 'cause he got cut out.

I don't blame him for that, but he's lying.

Adalberto, how many years I been working for you and your family?

Have I ever lied to you?

As a matter fact, Scatter, you have.

This is an alkaline hydrolysis machine.

It's much friendlier on the environment than cremation.

You and I, Priest, we share similar values.

We both abhor unnecessary violence.

My brother Augustin on the other hand, he was out of control.

You obviously are aware of his reputation.

That's why I had to send him to prison.

That's right.

I sent my own brother to prison.

My own stereotypical, ruthless,

bloody kingpin, who was eventually gonna bring down

the whole family. No.

That's unacceptable.

I know you can understand that, Priest.

You, you're better than advertised.

You're better than Scatter ever was.

So good that I had to question myself.

Scatter had always been one of our best earners.

So how come your numbers were so much better?

Even after adjusting for the increase in volume.

Didn't make sense.

So I had to take a closer look at his business.

A much closer look.

He was stealing from me.

A little skim every other month.

Not much.

But he knew better than that.

And now that he's gone,

there's no way you're leaving the game.

Good night, Priest.

Drive safely.

Yes, sir.

Go buy yourself some new fits.

Why, so we can buy some crazy-ass clothes like you?

Yeah, I know I must be looking real crazy to you right now,

but do you know why a tiger has stripes?

Why a lion has a mane?

It's to warn the other animals that they are not to be fucked with.

Stop by tomorrow. Got some more work for y'all.

Ain't too many shorties know how to work the long game.

Baby, you got to talk to me.

What's going on?

Scatter, he took me to the connect,

and they killed him.

They what?

They ain't never gonna let me out.

Never.

Priest, we have to leave.

I know.

Call Cynthia.

- Cyn! - Cynthia?

- Cynthia, where are you? Cyn? - Cyn? Cynthia?

What's up?

Okay, why are you not dressed? What's going on?

Look, I understand that this is serious, but, like...

No, no, I don't think you understand...

I understand better than the both of y'all.

Okay? The shit that we're going through now,

that's what happens when you grow.

You either have the heart for it, or you don't.

We're gonna weather the storm.

"Weather the storm." Okay, we're just gonna leave your shit here.

All right? Come on.

Upstairs. Go.

- Fuck! - Come on!

Get 'em!

Go, go, go!

Run like a bitch!

Get down! Down!

Get down, nigga! Move!

Okay.

You motherfucker!

Shoot up! Shoot her!

Cynthia.

Come here. Come here!

Fuck!

Get up. Georgia, get up.

Open this. Here, open this.

You next, Priest!

I'm gonna box them in.

All right? You go from that side.

Come on.

Fuck!

- Come on! - I'm here!

Nah, nigga!

- Come on! Come on! - I can't do that.

- That's fire. - You pussy!

Come on!

- No, no, no, no, no! Watch out! - I got it! I got it!

Shit!

Oh, shit!

I'mma kill this bitch.

Grab my gun. I'm gonna come around.

You shoot out the windshield so he can't see.

Now!

What the fuck?

I pray to God I don't remember anything about this day.

I keep thinking about Cynthia's last moment before she...

She must have been so scared.

I'm sorry.

For all this.

What are we gonna do now?

I don't know.

Scatter was right.

This is all on me.

Today's a rainy day.

It's time to use it.

If we do this, there's no going back.

There never was.

Hands up! Get your hands up!

He's in the city or out the city somewhere.

Call your people, and go put a hole in this nigga.

I don't care if we got to leave the whole damn country.

- Do you hear me? - I hear you.

- Do you hear me? - I hear you. Yo, Ju.

I think our boy has something he wants to tell you.

Look at this fucking crib.

- It's nice, huh? I know that. - Yeah, this motherfucker nice.

Yeah, this is all me now.

Oh, yeah. I like.

What the fuck do you want, nigga?

Talk!

I want to join the winning team.

Get the fuck out here! Now!

- Step back! - Now, boy!

- Don't move! - Don't move, nigga.

This what the winning team look like.

You switching up on your boy Priest so quick?

Priest ain't my boy, not no more.

Them days over.

Priest still in town?

Yeah.

And he trying to make a move.

But he gonna need some money to do it.

I know where the money is.

I mean, I could tell you, but, you know, I need some guarantees.

All right, well, let's go get him.

Yo, Priest!

Priest!

- Don't move! - Don't move!

- Cease fire, cease fire! - Clear!

Nice work, boys.

Hello?

It's done.

Yeah.

We ain't got to worry about Sno Patrol no more.

Good.

Welcome, citizens of this great city.

Just like I told you all when you elected me mayor,

we would be creating these community centers,

and I'm proud to open another one.

Thank you. God bless Atlanta.

Don't forget to get out and vote.

Mr. Mayor, you mind if I get a selfie with you?

Well, of course.

- Yes, sir. - Party time.

- Let's get it. Let's get it. - Hello, Mr. Mayor.

Oh, shit!

God damn! Let's go!

ATL, ho! Let's go!

- It's pretty good, right? - What you want, man?

I want a few things. I want you to make some calls.

I want you to pull some strings, get me a file.

Do that, I won't just give you this video.

- I'll give you something else. - What's that?

The election.

Informed on your own brother...

...you're worse than a rat.

Worse than any creature that has walked on this Earth.

It's lies! This is fake document!

Please don't call this fake news.

You've been spending too much time in America.

Mama...

I did it for the sake of the family, mama!

I did it for us!

For the family? That's crap.

Augustin is a pain in the ass and occasionally stupid, very stupid.

But he never ratted on the family when he went to prison.

I would have respected you more if you killed him.

Mama, don't do this! Please! Please!

...I beg you! I'm your son!

No, you WERE my son.

At one time we shared the same blood.

And now you will become...?

No! No!

...whatever it is this fucking machine turns you into.

No! No!

You fucking asshole! No!

No! Mama!

Mommy!

Fuck!

Yo, Priest. Where you at?

- It's payday. - I'm on my way.

You better be after what I just did for you.

Well, for us, actually.

I mean, we are partners, right?

You hear me?

Sno Patrol, done.

Took care of your little problem.

Nah. I take care of my own problems.

Priest? Hello?

Motherfucker.

- Freeze! Don't move! - Stay right there!

Stop! Put your hands up!

- Atlanta PD! - Don't move!

On Wednesday, a dramatic arrest

occurred downtown of a career detective

in the Atlanta Police Department.

With this and the recent takedown of the local drug ring Sno Patrol,

polling indicates that Mayor Atkins has a six-point lead

over all other candidates and is expected to run away with the election.

He made the following statement.

When I was first elected,

I promised to weed out corruption in the Atlanta PD.

I'm a man of God and a man of my word, and I look forward to continue guiding

this fine city of Atlanta towards the light

of a bright and prosperous future.

Surprised you made it with all this heat.

Nothing gonna keep me from my money.

You're not nervous?

I made a few phone calls.

They ain't got shit on me.

I'm a hero.

Mayor himself said so.

See, he can't have me looking dirty,

especially when there's an election at stake.

Let's go.

What the fuck?

Oh, shit. No, no, no. No, no, no.

All right, hold on, chill. Chill the fuck out.

Let's talk this through.

Oh, like how you talked to Freddie?

- Come on, man. - Motherfucker.

No, no, no.

No, no, no. Fuck, man. Stop.

No, no, no.

The dream was always to get out.

I just didn't know how far I'd have to go.

How do you feel?

Right now?

Mmm-hmm.

Free.

You think you're gonna miss home?

Come on, now.

I am home.

Besides, we can always go back.

Okay, baby, smile.

Look.

Tell him I said hi.

- My brother. - My brother.

You know you're missing out, now.

I know, but...

You know, that's all you. That never was me.

Well, there's always a spot out here if you ever need it.

I mean that.

Oh, for sure. For sure.

Till the re-up, baby.

Till the re-up.

Peace.

Got to make this money, man.

A'ight.

Who want their shot at the king?

Let's go, baby.

Hand me the crown!

Yeah, I left America.

But I damn sure took the dream with me, didn't I?

And that's superfly.