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[upbeat hip-hop music plays]

♪ ♪

[Tommy] Previously on Force...

I know that somebody
in the Flynn organization

shot Liliana,

and when I find out
who it is, they dead.

When they thought
I was out cold,

I heard them talking
about the drop they got.

They're fucking dead!

[Tommy] Right now, we just let
these motherfuckers

fight each other
while we expand our territory.

We just gotta figure out
how to move all this weight.

One of our opioid batches
was processed incorrectly.

We can foist these
on the South Side.

I need you, Victor.

-Only if Claud's out.
-Fine.

I'm back working
with my father again.

I'm gonna take Walter down
from the inside.

You gave Vic my project?
I fucking kill for you,

and all you do is spit on me
every chance you get.

If you can get support
from CPD,

I might be able to give you
your task force.

[Stacy] I just need CPD

to get the commander
to lobby with them.

I'm not getting in the middle

of you and my boss.

If you make a move
on Tommy over Chewy,

I won't be able
to keep a lid on.

We got to press pause
on that Tommy shit.

So that's it.

Tommy fuckin' Egan

is not the priority right now.

-What the fuck?!
-Help! Help!

[engine turning over]

[smooth hip-hop music plays]

[singer]
♪ Tougher than a Teflon ♪

♪ All that dope
I stepped on ♪

♪ Re-up, get the rest gone ♪

♪ Been that nigga
What else you want? ♪

♪ If you want
Power, powder, respect ♪

♪ Mm, mm ♪

♪ I want that money
And power and powder ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Money and powder and power ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Money and powder and power ♪

[50 Cent] ♪ That paper
That paper, paper ♪

♪ Yeah, I gotta stack that ♪

♪ Them diamonds keep blinking
Blinking ♪

♪ We might have
To jack that ♪

♪ Now, boy, when
That blicky blicky ♪

♪ Come out
You get clapped fast ♪

♪ Draw down
With the lil' jawn ♪

♪ I'm at you like Pat Pat ♪

♪ Come back
When them cameras out ♪

♪ Round your block
We'll kick that ♪

♪ Come back when your funeral
In progress ♪

♪ And hit that
Hit you back-to-back ♪

♪ Your bitch ass
Won't even hit back ♪

♪ You'll be splashin'
In fashion ♪

♪ Nigga, you can check
The drip ♪

♪ Catch you slippin'
We slidin' ♪

♪ You niggas
On some different shit ♪

♪ We hit the licks
We with the shit ♪

♪ Shh when you get hit ♪

♪ Quiet down ♪

♪ No need for the talkin' ♪

♪ The fuck is that about? ♪

[singer]
♪ Tougher than a Teflon ♪

♪ All that dope
I stepped on ♪

♪ Re-up, get the rest gone ♪

♪ Been that nigga
What else you want? ♪

♪ If you want
Power, powder, respect ♪

♪ Mm, mm ♪

♪ I want that money
And power and powder ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Money and powder and power ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Money and powder and power ♪

♪ ♪

Fuck!

Ah, motherfucker!

[Diamond] Yo, what happened?

[Tommy] Fuck does it
look like happened?

Somebody tried to take me out!

Who?

I don't-you-you just...

I don't know who!

I didn't ask him
to identify hisself

while he was in the middle
of fuckin' unloadin'

his clip into the side of my
car.

It's definitely Treason.

They knew exactly who I was
and where to find me.

That don't mean
it was them, right?

-Yes, it do!
-[Diamond] Maybe the Serbs

-figured shit out.
-The what?

-All right.
-Or... Miguel did it.

We need to unload the shit
we stole from him quick.

Well, I'm already working
on it.

[somber music plays]

Yo, D. A little girl got hit.

-Is she dead?
-It didn't look good.

These motherfuckers
don't even know how to shoot.

It was definitely somebody
in Jenard's crew.

It was payback for Chewy.

Otherwise, they would have come
for you too.

Tommy, I told you,

smoking Chewy
would start an all-out war.

You did.

Let me talk to Jenard.

I'll talk to him.

Now only if you give me
your word

you won't escalate shit.

Oh, I can be diplomatic.

You have my word.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

Man, what the fuck you want?

The fuck you think I want?

I don't fuckin' know, nigga.

Yeah, right. Like you or one
of your punk-ass crew

didn't try to take a shot
at me last night?

Look what you fucking did
to my ride!

Oh, shit.

You ain't got control
of your people.

You don't know shit about me
and my people, white boy.

What I do know
is that you told Diamond

that you put a fucking lid
on payback for Chewy.

I also know a little girl
is now dead.

That's right, Jenard.

And as fucked up
as that shit is,

it's also bad for business.

[Jenard] Yo, well you should
have thought about that shit

before you popped Chewy.

You know what you should
be thinking about right now?

How you gonna get
the motherfucker that did this,

because if you don't get him,
then I'ma have to do it.

And if I got to do it...

you next.

[Kendra] Everything okay?

[Diamond] Just business stuff.

Oh, that's how you want
to play it, mystery man?

I just don't like to mix
my business with pleasure.

Unless you trying
to get in the mix.

Depends on what we baking.

It involves moving product
in the joint.

You want help moving drugs
in Southville?

Today, Southville.

Tomorrow, Joliet.

[scoffs] Hold up.

So that's what this
has been about, business?

-No.
-[Kendra scoffs]

What, you thought
you would come up in here,

a former prisoner,

and dickmetize me
into moving drugs for you?

Look, I wasn't even thinking
about drugs

when we started this.

You know what?
Just forget I asked.

I'm just playin' with you.
What kind of weight we talking?

Hold up. You with it?

Yeah, for a price.

And by that,
I mean a big price.

Mm. Hmm.

Okay, but...
so you got the people?

You know how to do it?

Of course I do, nigga.

Now let's talk numbers.

Okay.

But first...

Let me dickmetize you.

Mm.

[gasps softly]

[soft music plays]

♪ ♪

[crowd] Latisha Palmer!

-[youth] Say her name!
-[crowd] Latisha Palmer!

[youth] Eight years old.

She got shot
coming out of a store.

Her mother just bought her
a Snickers candy bar,

her favorite.
I'm tired of being angry.

And I'm tired of being sad.

We need to stop gun violence
in our streets,

and we need to do it now!

[crowd cheering and applauding]

It's no accident

that this rally
is on this avenue,

where the violence
between gang factions

is particularly bad.

Where that nigga K at?

[Bradley] In the last year,
we've lost...

"Those that'll tell don't know,

and for those that know
don't tell."

What the fuck
does that shit mean?

Hey. You know, Lil K
did the right thing--

Shut yo' goofy ass the fuck up.

Am I talkin' to you, nigga?

A'ight, nigga. Better don't.

Look, if you see that nigga K,
let me know.

Heard.

[Mayor Bradley]
It's time we stop

the violence plaguing our city.

[crowd cheering and applauding]

That's why I'm pleased
to announce

the formation of a joint

CPD-FBI-DEA task force

run by
the U.S. Attorney's Office.

[crowd cheering and applauding]

We're going to end

the drug trade.

We're going to find
the people responsible

for devastating
our communities.

[crowd cheering and applauding]

And we're gonna put them away
for good.

[crowd cheering and applauding]

[singer on phone]
♪ That's just too bad... ♪

Uh, you do understand

the concept of chores, right?

Yeah.
That's when you overpay me

to do stupid stuff
around the crib, right?

Please tell me that your mother
did not pay you to do chores.

Nah, she wasn't around much.

But you know, you weren't
around at all, so...

So yeah, well I guess we haven't
talked about that yet,

me not being around, you know?

Do you have any questions
that you want to ask me?

You know what?
I do got a few questions.

So I know you're gay
and all or whatever.

But is that a reason
to leave your family?

Oh, I didn't leave my family.

Your mother hid you from me.

I tried really hard
to find you.

Tried hard?
Dad, we in the same city.

-I'm 16.
-[tires screech]

How did I find you
before you found me?

Look, Darnell, it's...
it's complicated, okay?

-And there's a lot of--
-[Tommy] JP.

Come here.

[uneasy music plays]

[Tommy] Hey, man.

Hey, you seen
anyone weird around?

No. Why?

[Tommy] Someone took a shot
at me last night.

-What? You all right?
-Yeah, yeah. I'm fine.

Hey, look, you know
how to handle this?

-[JP] Yeah, but...
-[Tommy] All right, good.

I need you to keep that around
in case some shit go down.

Unc, where my guns at?

Can I get them back?

[both] No.

Why not? It's a war coming.

I can't be naked
in the streets.

Okay, I'ma let you handle
this bullshit right here.

Just do me a favor, man.
Be careful.

Keep that piece close.

A'ight.

Uncle Tommy...

Dad, I can't get it back?

What did we just say?

Man, that shit fucked up, man.

[JP] D-Mac, wait.

-[D-Mac] Fuck that.
-[JP] D-Mac!

[door slams]

Is CPD actually gonna show up,

or is this a joint task force
in name only?

They'll be here.

Vargas, what do we know
about last night's shooting?

Do we have anything
that can tie this

to any of our players?

Eyewitnesses say the target
was driving

a vintage blue Mustang.

[Stacy] Hmm. Pretty rare car.

Exactly.

Question is, if Tommy Egan
was the target, why?

Maybe it's payback for Chewy

getting shot after flipping
from CBI to Treason.

You're thinking Egan
was Chewy's shooter?

Makes sense.

He's embedded himself
pretty deep into CBI.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

♪ ♪

I told you I would not
intervene with my commander

to get you this task force.

Bobby, I need you to calm--

I told you it would hurt
my career.

And your response to that

is to specifically request
that I get detailed to it?

Bobby, you're
the best person for the job.

You went behind my back.
You planned this.

You didn't even say
anything to me.

Okay, that's not true.
It happened in the moment.

Oh, bullshit, Stace.

You play chess while everyone
else is playing checkers.

You're the only one
that I can trust.

Oh, come on. Don't do that.

Don't try to make me
feel guilty.

You prioritize your case
over my job,

hell, our marriage,

because you got your eye
on being mayor.

Where you going?

What's done is done.

It'll take me five minutes
on the street

to find out who killed
that little girl.

We need to bring him in
before CBI takes him out.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

[hip-hop song playing]

♪ ♪

Nigga, nigga, what the fuck
are you doing?

Ain't no girl gon' be able
to get that in.

Oh, shit.

She would if I was fucking her.

You know what I'm saying?

-My bad, player.
-[phone buzzing]

Yo, what's up, T?

Yo, Big Smurf,
I need you to find Jenard.

[Big Smurf] And when I do?

Just keep eyes
on that motherfucker.

He's supposed to take out
one of his crew.

I need to know who it is,
and when it's done.

Say less.

All right.

[banging at door]

I gotta talk to you.

No, Ma, no.
I got too much shit going on.

Only gonna take two minutes.

No, oh. Ma, I got nothing here,

but if you go
to the barber shop,

Diamond will hook you up.

Look, will you just
sit down for a second?

I got something important
I need to tell.

I'm fuckin' serious, Ma!

I had such
a fuckin' rough night,

- you wouldn't believe it--
-Tommy, I wanna make amends.

A-what?

You know, AA.

The-the-the-the ninth step.

We make amends to the people
that we've hurt.

Oh.

Shit, I didn't know,
but this ought to be good.

Please.

Um...

I wasn't the perfect mother.

And I'm sorry.

[Tommy] That's it?

You got a whole fuckin'
notebook full of shit,

and that's what
you come up with?

Why the fuck do you
have to do that?

-Do what?
-Make this hard for me.

Hard for you? What the fuck

did you think was gonna happen?

That you was just gonna
come in here and say,

"I'm sorry, Tommy.
I wasn't the perfect mother."

And I was gonna say,
"No, Ma, you was great."

And then we was
gonna hug it out?

You don't think
I was a great mother?

Jesus Christ, Ma!

Ain't that
the fuckin' reason you here?

Oh, you tell me
what I did wrong.

Let me think about that
for a second.

There was that time
when I was six years old

and you disappeared
for a fuckin' week,

and I had to fuckin' steal food

from poor Mrs. Jenkins
next door.

Wow. You had that handy. Okay.

Well, how about when we went
to Coney Island

that time when I was nine?

Remember, I asked you
for months

for black raspberry ice cream
from Coney's Cones?

No, we couldn't get any
because you fuckin' spent

all the money getting high
on the way there.

Or how about
when I was 13 years--

Oh, you got a list?

[phone buzzes]

Okay. Hey, Ma.

I got so much
pressing shit to do.

Okay.

But thank you. Good talk.

Here you go.

Yeah. Yeah.

I'll say this.
You gave yourself a purpose

and a legitimate reason
to stay out of prison.

I'm encouraged
by what you have here.

Uh, thank you, sir.

Hey, I catch you later, fool.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

And hurry back.

Don't be bullshitting
out there, boy.

This hair
ain't gonna sweep itself up.

Uh, and don't forget
my scratch-offs.

♪ ♪

Yes, sir.

[Jesse James] Ooh, that boy
ain't got the sense

God gave a billy goat.
[laughs]

But he's fam.

Promised my niece
I'd give him a job.

Keep him out the gangs.
You know.

Sometimes it's all it takes,
doing what you can.

You could take a cue

from your colleague here,
Sampson.

Deepen your connection
to the community.

Maybe give some free haircuts.

Hmm.

You should really
seriously consider it.

Okay. I definitely will.

♪ ♪

See you soon, Mr. Sampson.

Twice, I've had
to postpone this meeting

because your sister
changed the passwords

on the dialysis accounts.

She's just trying
to get your attention.

She tied up my money.

What, she out of her goddamn
mind?

Tommy leaking Dahlia
was a huge loss for her.

It was her only shot
in the game,

and it blew up in her face.

Plus, she had all
of her money sunk into it.

[Walter] You think Egan knows

that she's the one
that killed the wee sidekick?

[Victor]
No, but I think he suspects it.

That probably explains
why he wants to meet.

He reached out to you?
When are you meeting him?

Don't you worry about Egan.
I'll handle him.

I need you with your head
on straight.

I'm fine.

What's the big deal
with this meet later anyways?

It'll help me get Dublin
off my back.

I thought you handled them.

Everything in life has a price,
Victor boy.

And this deal
will help me pay it.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

[Shanti] Ay, nice.

One. One-two.

Combo.

Good. Good. Hold on.

Hey, Slim, give him
four more rounds.

What's up?

That nigga Lil K
took a shot at Tommy

after I fuckin'
told him not to.

-That's what's up.
-Shit.

Did he get him?

No.

That's besides
the fuckin' point, Shanti.

Where the nigga at?
You know where he hidin'?

You can't make
a move on him, J.

Yo, why the fuck not, huh?

Look, my word got to mean
something.

I hear that.

But niggas is emotional

about a white boy
taking out Chewy.

The way they see it,
he gotta pay,

and Lil K was in the right.

If you take Lil K out now,

you will have a mutiny
on your hands.

So I'm just fucked either way.

Nah, fuck that, a'ight?

And fuck you for taking
that nigga's side.

I'm not taking his side. Damn!

Where he at, Shanti?

Probably at
his grandmama's house.

She stay over there
off Adams and Kilpatrick.

Be careful, J.

[exhales exasperatedly]

♪ ♪

Hadn't heard from you
in a minute, Walter.

I was starting to think
you backed out.

You don't trust me?

Walter, if this happens,

I think we'll both be
very happy.

But trust is a fragile thing
in our line of business.

Oh, no. Trust is everything.

See, I'm Walter fuckin' Flynn
for a reason.

I've owned this city
for 30 long years,

and not once have I ever
reneged on a deal, ever.

-Have you?
-No, I haven't.

And I am confident you
and your son will find

this opportunity
to be very lucrative.

Good. Fuckin' marvelous.

Pay the man.

No need to count it.
It's all there.

Drink?

Yeah, thanks.
I'll be in touch with you

with the details
of our courier drop.

You still planning
to move it on South Side?

Damn fuckin' right I am.

That shit will sell
like fuckin' fireworks

on the 4th of July
over there.

[Michael] Yeah.
And no one will give a shit

if a bunch of monkeys
drop dead, right?

Excuse me.

Is there a problem?

[Walter] Nah. We got no
problem.

Is there, Victor son?

No. No, there's no problem.

South Side's the obvious
place to unload it.

Here's to making money.

-To making more money.
-[Victor] To making money.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

Ah, let me guess.

You want us to help you find
those motherfuckers

that pulled that hit
on your truck.

I already found 'em.

[tense music plays]

[Mateo] No! No! Please, no!

Please, Miguel, no!
Don't kill me!

I didn't do shit!

No--no!

Miguel, No!

[ominous music plays]

No...jefe, no! No!

[Miguel] The Insane Princes
are a family.

[speaking Spanish]

Is it not?

[speaking Spanish]

So my heart is broken.

My family has betrayed me,

sold me out to the Serbs
for a higher price.

[speaking Spanish]

Do you think
I'm fuckin' stupid, Florez?

You two are the only ones

who knew the details
of the drop in advance.

[gasping, whimpering]

[Mateo continues gasping]

[intense music]

Watch your grip, guero.

[Mateo] Aah!

[hammer clatters]

Due respect, Miguel,

what the fuck does this
got to do with us?

I just wanted you to see what
happens to those who betray me.

Hmm?

Now get the fuck out.

[Florez] Por favor, no.

Jefe, no. No, no!

No!
Aah!

[screaming continues
distantly]

[Tommy]
Now that shit was bananas.

[Diamond] You think he knows?

Listen, he just froze
two of his own soldados

and let us walk
the fuck out of there.

-Naw. He don't know.
-No, he got a suspect,

or he wouldn't
have called us in.

Man, we got to slow our roll.

Nah, we need
to speed our roll up.

If you worried, we should be
moving product in Southville

as fast as possible.

You already got the wheels
in motion with what's her name.

[Diamond] With Kendra.

But if Miguel got people
on the inside

and he presses to find out who
bringing the extra product--

He already got the two guys
that he think done it.

We good.

Not if this shit with Jenard
blows out into an all-out war.

Now that hit
they put on you, man,

got the homies
fired up right now.

And plus, I just heard

that the Feds
are announcing a Task Force.

Would you look at this

-ridiculous tank?
-[phone buzzes]

Oh yo, Big Smurf say
Jenard on the move.

He better be looking
for that cocksucker

that took a shot at me.
Kick the tires.

-Do you hear what I'm saying?
-Would you relax?

The Feds always got
a Task Force.

When your little bro
takes out his renegade Treason,

we can tell our guys
to stand down.

-And what you gonna be doin'?
-Meet with Walter.

See if I can get him
to step in his own shit

and give up Liliana's shooter.

[engine turns]

[tires screech]

[singer] ♪ Right now,
I'm on they ass ♪

♪ And I don't plan
On lettin' up ♪

♪ We probably
Would be poppin' shit ♪

♪ If nobody was mad at us ♪

Can I use the restroom?

[singer] ♪ Cuban 'round my
Neck, look like my opps ♪

♪ When they be linkin' up ♪

♪ Ayy, I'm in Cali now ♪

♪ Nah, I'm in NYC ♪

♪ On the way to MIA,
Where you from? ♪

♪ But I'm from Tennessee ♪

♪ Livin' in the suburbs now ♪

♪ I still got ratchet
Tendencies ♪

-Hurry up.
-[singer] ♪ I still be ♪

♪ Drinkin' Hennessey ♪

♪ My yellow bumpin' ass ♪

♪ I'm feelin'
Like a speed bump ♪

♪ All these labels watchin' ♪

♪ Lookin' at me like
I need help ♪

♪ My cousin in a toxic
Situation, need to free her ♪

♪ See me at the top, a ho
Can't pay me shit to meet up ♪

♪ Bills paid, check,
Edges slayed, check ♪

♪ Bitches hatin', yup,
Do it faze me? Uh-uh ♪

♪ Pussy clean, yup,
You shop on Shein, yup ♪

♪ They makin' memes
On the gang ♪

♪ You got 99 problems
And the biggest one is me ♪

♪ You got all these lil'
Bitches ♪

♪ And the biggest one is me ♪

♪ Keep a mug up on my face ♪

♪ I know they tryin' to get
The tea ♪

♪ I don't be fucked up
'Bout nothin' 'cause ♪

♪ I be smokin' weed ♪

♪ ♪

So, you got anything
you want me to tell your mama?

[inmate] Yeah.
I need more commissary money

and Ramen noodles.

♪ ♪

[Walter] Egan.

So what's this about?

You here to apologize
for killing

Claudia's designer drug?

Way I hear, you don't want
your daughter in them streets.

So I'm thinking
I did you a favor.

Why don't you show
your gratitude

by telling me who shot Liliana?

Liliana.
That's the wee sidekick's name?

-That's funny.
-Yeah, well, I'm not gonna

fucking tell you that, laddy.

Walter, you tell me
who done it,

and then we can broker
a peace.

I don't wanna dead
any more of your business.

What, you think
'cause you affected

Claudia's little project,

you can actually
put a dent in my shite?

I think I been fuckin'
with your shit pretty good

-since I got to town.
-We're fuckin' done here.

Yeah, you better
believe we done.

But let me ask you something.

If it was just
one of your soldiers,

I don't get why
you give a fuck.

Because maybe that's the way
you deal with one of your own.

It's just not the way
I deal with mine.

Interesting choice of words.

"One of your own."

This is bullshit.

Even if you told him
who did it,

I wouldn't trust this mope
to keep a peace anyway.

[Tommy] "Mope"?

That's a New York word,
Paulie.

That makes me miss my city.

See, Chicago...
this place much more wild.

Dangerous.

You fuckin' threatening me?

You take that any way
you want, Walter.

But if I was you, I would
just be fucking careful.

-Oh, yeah?
-You take care, laddy.

[heavy music plays]

♪ ♪

[whispering] What the...

fuck?

What the hell?

Oh...

mother...fuck!

[line rings]

Yeah. Bring the car around.

[background chatter]

What the fuck was that?
Those ain't our guys.

CBI been flooding
the joint, hermano.

We can't get our product in.

That's fuckin' bullshit.
We run the goddamn joint.

I want you to have
this shit sewed up.

Handle this shit. Now.

[uneasy music]

♪ ♪

[Paulie]
Fuck's Claudia doing here?

What the fuck
is wrong with you,

-breaking into my apartment?
-[Paulie] Not now, Claudia.

That's no way
to talk to your father.

Oh, fine. Are you the asshole
who broke into my safe

and stole all my cash
and jewelry?

No one broke into
your apartment, Claudia.

-Fuck off, Paulie.
-[Walter] All right, so, yeah.

We did break
into your apartment

and also canceled
your credit cards,

-in case you didn't notice.
-I'm not 16!

One thing you should have
learned growing up in my house

is do not fuck
with Daddy's money.

Everything I had
was in that safe.

You should have thought
about that before

you changed the passwords
on the dialysis accounts.

Okay, look, maybe we can
take this down a notch, huh?

I just came from a wee chat
with Tommy Egan.

He's this close to figuring out

that you pulled
the trigger on Liliana.

Jesus Christ.
What did you tell him?

I wouldn't sell my family out,
and not to Tommy fuckin' Egan.

But I'll tell you this, girl,

you fuck with me one more time,
and I'll pull your security.

-Wow.
-Be prepared to take

a few fuckin' punches.

[dark music plays]

♪ ♪

-Can I help you, Detective?
-I'm looking for Lil K.

-I don't know who you mean.
-[DiFranco] Wendell.

-I'm looking for Wendell.
-He's not here.

I want to help him,
Ms. Kingston.

I ain't fall off
the turnip truck yesterday.

What do you think he's done?

He took a shot at some
very dangerous people.

If you know where Wendell is,
I can protect him.

You and I both know
protecting little Black boys

ain't what y'all do
in these streets.

But I'll pass on the message.

Good afternoon.

-[JP] Hey, hey.
-Hey.

What are you up to?

-Is that my shirt?
-Yeah.

Making a cake for D-Mac.

Does he even like baseball?

Well, he told me
he liked the Bears.

That's football.

Oh, fuck.

Well, it's the thought
that counts.

Hey, JP.

Um, I want to talk to you.

I want to make amends...
for leaving you.

Wow.

So...

I'm sorry.

What?
You don't accept my apology?

No, it's-it's just, uh...

Why did you leave me?

Oh, honey.

It wasn't because
I didn't love you.

I was only 14...

You were only 16
when you had Tommy.

-Well, that's different.
-Why? Because I'm Black?

I-I didn't leave you
just because you're Black.

But partially
because I'm Black?

I don't like the way
this is going.

I am not a racist.
I am a fucking ally.

You know,
if you were too young

and- and couldn't handle raising
a Black baby, just say that.

Oh, you make it
sound so simple.

It wasn't.
It was complicated.

Yeah. Uh, you know what?
Just- just forget it.

Oh, come on, JP.

[sighs]

Nigga, I thought I told you
to press pause

on that Tommy shit, huh?

It was the wrong fuckin' call.

Nigga, you disobeyed
a direct order.

And on top of that, you ain't
even hit the motherfucker.

Your stupid ass
killed a little girl.

Now the Feds on our ass.
Give me one reason

why I shouldn't
whack your goofy ass right now.

Come on.

You boys want some
Toll House cookies?

Yes, ma'am. Ooh-whee.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

-These good.
-Have some more.

You kill my grandson,

you best be ready
to shoot his grandma too,

'cause with that
cauliflower ear,

you ain't gonna be hard
to pick out of a lineup.

Nigga, when I say jump,
I swear to God,

all you better fuckin' say
is "How high, Jenard?"

You feel me?

Thanks for the cookies, ma'am.

[phone buzzes]

-Yo, we got a problem.
-What now?

Cellblocks got raided
at the 'Ville.

-We lost 2 keys.
-2 keys?!

How the fuck did that happen?

-Rojas.
-That motherfucker

-you put in a wheelchair?
-Mm-hmm.

I thought you said
you had COs in your pocket.

Yeah.
Looks like he does too.

Well, let's set up a meet.

You going to Southville?

How about we get him
a new lawyer?

You know anybody
that ain't afraid

to get their hands dirty?

Yeah, I know a girl
from round the way.

-I'll put it in motion.
-All right.

What's up with Jenard?

Big Smurf said he was about
to fuckin' make a move

on one of his boys,
a guy named Lil K.

But he got interrupted.
I'll give him a few more hours.

Motherfucker
doesn't get it done,

-I'ma do that shit myself.
-And the meet with Walter?

Claudia killed Liliana.

-He admitted that?
-Not directly, but he really

didn't want to give up
the shooter.

You just can't kill Claudia
over a guess.

This ain't no fuckin' guess.
I feel that shit in my bones.

Dude, you need to
confirm that shit

-before you pull up on her.
-A'ight, fine.

I'll look that bitch in the eye

and see what she got to say.

-Hi, I'm Kate.
-Hi, Kate.

I'm a-a alcoholic
and an addict.

I- I've been uh, ten days
sober yesterday.

Thank you.
Thank you. And I...

you know, I feel like
I'm coming out of a fog,

you know, not being drunk
or high all the time,

which is great.

But it's also really
fuckin' hard,

'cause I'm...

I'm starting to get
some clarity and...

and what's clear...

is that I was a really...

bad mother.

Uh, really, truly bad.

I abandoned one baby,
and I was...

really shitty to the other.

And I, uh...

I tried to make amends
with them this week,

which, uh, didn't go so good.

Um, the one I left was...
is Black,

and I was so young.

My fuckin' mother
kept talking about

how hard our lives
are gonna be

because he was Black,
and I just...

couldn't do it.

How am I supposed
to tell him that?

And I, uh...

I don't know what to do
with all these feelings,

because what I used to do
is drink and use over them.

So, uh, yeah,

that's what I got.

-[applause]
-[guide] Thank you for sharing.

-[line rings]
-911. What's your emergency?

Yeah, I want to report
a drug dealer on Washington,

west of Morgan.

He's wearing gray pants,
a blue shirt,

and he's got a briefcase
full of opioids.

[911 operator] All right,
we'll get to it right now.

[line ringing]

Hey, Pop. It's me.

Listen, we got
a huge fuckin' problem.

[Tommy]
Thanks for meeting me.

[Claudia] What do you want?

[Tommy]
Claudia, you know what I want.

I want to know
who shot Liliana.

[Claudia]
I have no fucking idea.

[Tommy] Oh, yeah? Maybe it was
one of these lunkheads.

This guy was there.

How about I just kill him,
we call it a day.

[Claudia]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

We're good.

[edgy music plays]

♪ ♪

You killed her, didn't you?

There were a million bullets
flying that night, Tommy.

I mean, have you
even considered

it might have been
friendly fire?

Why don't you just admit
that you did it?

You'll feel better.

Maybe you had to do it.
It was you or her.

See, I'd understand that.
I just need to know, Claudia,

so I can stop
thinking about it.

I fuckin' knew it was you.

[Claudia chuckles]

Go ahead.

You won't make it very far.

It wasn't me.

You can keep saying that.

[whispering]
But I know it was you.

And as soon as I can
confirm it...

you dead.

And you won't even
see it coming.

I promise.
So you sleep tight.

Who the fuck are you?

I'm Jenny Su. Your lawyer.

Diamond Sampson sent me.

Oh, he sending me hos now?

-Mm.
-I like lawyer pussy.

Or do you got some baggies
up your snatch?

I'm here with an offer.

Diamond would like you
to team up with CBI.

You get your products from him
instead of the Serbs

-at a much better price.
-Let me tell you something.

Diamond Sampson put me
in this damn chair,

so I'm don't give a fuck
if he got $5 keys

all that sweet lawyer
pussy in the world,

'cause it wouldn't be enough.

I'll never fuck with CBI.

-Oh.
-You got that?

Mm.

[door bells jingle]

Thank you, sir, for the cut.

Call me David.

Keep those speeches
up like that,

I'll be calling you sir
soon enough.

And where'd you learn how to
move a crowd like that anyways?

You're like a...
a young Barack out there.

I don't know.
Just instinct, I guess.

Well, it's pretty brave
to get up there

in front of all those people.

-Was you nervous?
-Not really.

I just need people to know

what it's really like
growing up on the South Side.

I mean, I'm only 13,

and a lot of my friends
are dead or in jail already.

I've been to more funerals
than I have birthday parties.

Well, you look good enough
for the White House.

Thank you, sir.

-David.
-[Diamond] Yeah.

Good luck.

Hey, check it out.

You think you better
than me, nigga?

-What?
-You at the--

at that fuckin' rally
talkin' shit about the hood

like a fuckin' snitch.

Man, leave me alone!

Run them fuckin' Js.

[Diamond] Yo!
Nigga, you better raise up!

The hell was that?
What was that?

-It's nothing.
-Leon, you can't let people

put they hands on you
like that.

Now why ain't you fight back
or something?

I know you not
about that violence,

but you have to learn
to protect yourself.

You at least know how
to throw a punch, though?

All right.

Looks like we got
something to work on.

Come on.

I'ma take you home.

Wendell Kingston?
Detective DiFranco.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

-[Wendall] Nah, man, you can't.
-Hello again.

I can either air
all your business out

in front of your grandmother
or you can give me two minutes.

Grandma, you can go inside
and cash your check.

-I'll be in in a minute.
-You sure, baby?

Mm-hmm.

Tommy Egan
is a stone-cold killer.

He's not gonna just put
a bullet in your head.

He's gonna make you suffer.

Yeah, I have no idea
what you talking about.

Hey, we got two eyewitnesses
to you being the shooter,

and we recovered two bullets,

one of which has
your prints on it.

So, I don't know, you want
to eat life without parole,

or you want to help us
bring down CBI and Tommy Egan?

So you want me to snitch?

You killed an
eight-year-old girl.

I want to see you rot
in a prison cell,

but I'll settle for you
saving yourself.

You don't got
no eyewitnesses, do you?

Or no prints.

Because if you did, I'd already
be in handcuffs by now.

-I mean...
-Exactly.

Hey, my guy,
you don't help yourself,

you're gonna be dead
by tomorrow.

Get your...
Dude, get your--

My grandson under arrest,
Detective?

Or is he free to leave?

He's free to go.

What the hell we doing in here?

Oh, look here.
What's this?

You pushing drugs, Rojas?

Come on.
You can't do me like this.

Here's how I see it, inmate.

With this, you lose
a year of good time,

plus, you get hit
with another drug case.

-This is fuckin' bullshit.
-And you do a year in a hole,

which means you get
shipped off to Pontiac Max.

We send you there,

this wheelchair is gonna be
the least of your worries.

Or let me guess--I can play
ball with Diamond Sampson.

You do that,
this never happened.

You make a lot of fuckin' money
and everybody eats.

This ain't a hard decision.

Okay then.

Stop.

[heavy music plays]

♪ ♪

Mirkovic wants his payment.

Look, I need a couple days,
all right?

-Get out of the car.
-Man, I ain't getting the fuck

out of my car.

Come on, man.
Fuck.

Keys.

[heavy music]

♪ ♪

Look, bro,
listen to me, a'ight?

Let Mirkovic know
that I'm good.

I got him next week,
all right?

Next week, right,
I'ma get my shit.

I'ma get my shit.

Fuck! Fuck, nigga!

Fuck!

[door opens, closes]

Answer my question,
and you can live.

Turn around slow. Slow!

Was it Claudia
that shot my friend that night?

-I know you was there.
-Fuck off!

Damn it--shit!
Gah--

Just tell me who it was.
You can come work for me.

I'll pay you three times
what they was paying you.

Don't make me shoot you
in your good leg.

I don't know shit,
and even if I did,

I wouldn't tell you.

Oh, I admire your loyalty.

-What happened to your whip?
-None of your fuckin' business.

[sniffing]

What, you got something
to say, nigga? Speak.

I mean, you the one
always talkin' about

don't get high
on your own supply, so...

-Pull over.
-Yo, chill, G,

-I didn't mean no dis--
-Nigga, pull the fuck over.

Why you ain't tell me you got
questioned by that detective?

'Cause it was nothing to tell.

He ain't have shit,
and I knew it.

-That easy?
-Yeah, that fuckin' easy.

You ain't make a deal with him?

The fuck is you
talking about?

Hmm?

You ain't wearing
no fuckin' wire, is you, man?

-What the fuck is you--
-You ain't wearing no fuckin--

Why you in here talkin' 'bout
my supply,

trying to get me to muh-fuckin'
say I sell drugs, nigga?

-What the fuck is up? Huh?
-Get the fuck up off me, man!

You the one letting outsiders
in and then killing our guys.

A'ight? You ain't got a bag,
you ain't got a pot to piss in,

and now you got your
motherfucking hands on me?

Get your hands off me, bro.

Nigga, what the fuck
you just say to me, huh?

Huh? What's up?

Boom, nigga! What up? Huh?
What's up, huh?

Nigga, what? Mm-mm.

[horn honks]

Let it go, nigga.
What's up, huh?

What's up? Come on, nigga.
Hell no!

What's up?
Come here, nigga.

-Jenard, chill, bro.
-No, nigga.

You chill, bitch.
Yeah. No. Fuckin' pussy.

I told you not to do
that shit, nigga.

Huh? Did Tommy see you
pop that nigga?

[panting, whispering]
Fuck. Fuck.

Fuck.

Okay. Okay.

Let's get this together.
Let's get this together.

Okay.

[ominous music plays]

♪ ♪

Fuck.

-[yells]
-[horn honks]

Fuck.

[inhaling]

Get the fuck outta here.

Mmm.

[quiet music plays]

[phone buzzes]

[Kate] Hmm. Hmm.

Hey, Ma. Come on.

-Get up.
-Oh, God, I fell asleep.

Yeah, yeah, come on, come on.

-Let's go.
-Yeah.

-There you go.
-Yeah.

-Hey.
-Yeah.

Thanks for the ice cream.

Yeah.

[Tommy] Come on, go to bed.

[Kate] Okay. I'm up.

Walter, I appreciate
the invite.

I know we can find a solution.

There's only one solution.
You give me my money back.

-But my courier got arrested.
-That's not our fuckin' fault.

I gave you money,
but I don't have any product.

I shouldn't be the only one
losing a fortune here.

How about we split our losses
and we go our separate ways?

Sounds like he's trying
to fuck us.

I'll give you back
half the money.

Like a gentleman.

Yeah, fucking white collar

cocksucker.

You think you can fuck me over?

Fuck you. I'm the one
getting fucked over.

You fucking simpleton!

You see what you've done?!

-He was bad for business.
-Now we never see our money.

And you just fucking
screwed me with Dublin.

He insulted us.

Don't you think that's worth
all the fuckin' money?

Clean up, you fuckin' shite!

Darnell, you asked me
before how you found me

before I found you.
I owe you an explanation.

-It's okay.
-No, it's not.

Everybody deserves the truth.

You deserve the truth.
When your mom and me split,

I was still ashamed
of who I was.

So when she told me
that you would be better off

not having a father
who was gay,

part of me believed her.

I should have tried
harder to find you.

And I really,
really regret that I didn't.

I'm sorry. And I hope
that you can forgive me.

I hope that we can...

start over.

Okay.

Yeah?

Well, then bring it in, man.

I love you, son.

Good night, Darnell.
Don't stay up too late now.

Good night.

[phone buzzing]

[Spanish pop music playing]

♪ ♪

That another girl
from around the way?

It's nobody.

Hey,
let me ask you a question.

Do you think dude's
little hand bits

just melted like snowflakes?

You got some fuckin' balls

calling another
meeting with me.

Well, Miguel, I think
you'll find this meet

-mutually beneficial.
-We're ready for another re-up.

-We want a lot more product.
-[Miguel] Help me understand.

On the last re-up, you asked
for double the product.

-That's right.
-Which you paid off

immediately.
And now you want more?

-Yeah.
-Even after CBI split in two?

How the fuck are you moving
so much product?

We got a new business venture

in what you might call
an untapped market for us.

-Southville Prison.
-The Serbs have Southville.

-Not no more, they don't.
-How did you manage that?

[Diamond]
That prison is the one place

that I know better
than the South Side.

Huh.
How much product do you need?

We want double
than what we had last time.

And we'll take
even more than that

if you give us
a discount for bulk.

♪ ♪

Not today, guero.
But I'll think about it.

[DiFranco]
Goddamn son of a...

Fuck me.

Yo, what you want? Blow?
Or that H?

Let me get two bags
of the hairon.

[intense music plays]

♪ ♪

[bluesy music plays]

[singer] ♪ I was born
In the bottom ♪

♪ I'm talking no man's land ♪

♪ Where she don't come ♪

♪ Unless you got
a death sentence ♪

♪ Woe is me ♪

♪ That's all I wish ♪

♪ But in my mind ♪

♪ That's what made me
Have no fear ♪

♪ Bad man ♪

♪ I'm a bad man ♪

♪ I'm a bad man ♪

♪ I'm
A bad man ♪

♪ Got what you wanted ♪

♪ It's all a mistake ♪

♪ 'Cause one thing's
About me ♪

♪ I'm a bad man ♪

♪ ♪