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I asked around. You're some kind of drug dealer.

Make a mil off this nigga.

What the hell is that smell?

Rats dead in the wall or some shit.

Laverne.

Juke.

I got this track that you'll love, girl.

- Is this a joke? - Just relax.

I am relaxed.

Get the fuck out!

Nothin' come into Newark without Sal Boselli getting his piece.

We in a world of shit.

Ain't nobody gonna tell me

where I can or I can't do business.

Set up a meeting with these pizza motherfuckers.

So you're the little broad

creating all these big problems.

Andrea, I got a son, you know?

Ma, why did you want me to kill that cop?

You put that gun in my hand

and then told me it was for family.

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Hey, yo!

Around the way,

most of the wildness happened when the sun went down.

It's dark,

so you can't see niggas scheming and plotting.

But early morning's when shit is real.

Motherfuckers picking up the pieces

of what happened the night before...

...and figuring out how they gonna make it

through another day.

Yo, let me get four.

We closed, man. Come back later.

Oh, come on, man. Give me my cracks, man.

I said we closed.

Yo, I'm fiendin', Marvin.

Man, come on, man. Give me four.

Yo, you fiendin' 'cause you a fiend, nigga.

- Come back later. - What the fuck is up?

Man, what kind of crack house is closed?

Huh?

Fuck, y'all keeping banker's hours up in here now?

Come on, give me my motherfuckin' rock, man.

Please, man.

Hold on to your money.

My brother.

Yo, man, let the rest of them know we doing inventory this morning.

We'll be up later.

All right.

Yo, what's up with that outfit?

I'm doin' some cleaning, nigga.

A clean crack house?

I ain't never thought of that.

Yo, get the fuck out of here, man.

Yo, I'm gone, baby.

Yo, yo, and remember, tell all them other baseheads,

we ain't open for business right now.

Yo, I'm out, man.

Peace. Appreciate you, brother.

Ugh.

Hoo!

Foul nigga.

In the light of day,

you see all them sins...

...even the work we thought we stashed and buried.

And that shit ain't cute, nigga.

That shit ain't cute at all.

What's up, Ma?

So you remember when High Post took us camping?

You woke me up to talk about camping?

Ma, you hated camping.

No, I didn't hate it.

I just... I had to get used to it.

You loved it.

You got your damn Davy Crockett on.

Pack some sweaters and your big coat.

Gets cold up there at night.

It gets cold up where?

Catskills, baby. We're going camping.

What? Why?

Is Juke going?

Nah, she gon' stay here.

Ma, I...

I told Famous I was gonna help him with his music.

Ah, Famous, he gonna be a'ight.

He can handle his own business.

We gon' be on our mother-son tip.

Look at these fucking people.

How they live. Animale.

You know what animale is? That's them.

- Animale. - Yeah.

I got a colored family just moved in

down the block from me.

They got two sons same age as my daughter, nice people.

I don't bother them, they don't bother me.

What?

And what would you do if your daughter came home

with one of their, uh, licorice-looking sons

and said, "We're going steady"?

I don't know how I'd feel, Dominic.

I haven't given it much thought.

How you'd feel?

Knock that little nigger's teeth out,

that's how you'd feel.

Oh, we got some action going on over here.

Why don't you pay fucking attention?

Who's this guy beboppin' along?

Okay, look at the gold chain.

Nigger rich.

Juke, you up?

Yeah.

Are you not coming camping with us?

Your moms just wants it to be the two of you.

And I'm cool with that.

And I'm not.

Shit not cool between me and her right now, Juke.

I don't know, shit just don't feel right between us.

And I did that shit you did with your mother.

I looked that cop right in his eye.

Shit felt way too familiar.

What if he telling the truth...

Ah, ah, ah, ah.

He's a fuckin' lying-ass cop, Kanan.

And that's what cops do. They lie.

He's just fucking with your head so he can get at Raq.

Fuck that cop.

Don't listen to him.

Shit. Maybe being alone with Raq will be good for you.

You can finally tell her how you been feeling.

Oh, you think I'm just gonna tell her what I'm thinking?

Hell no.

Kanan?

Wh-what you doing?

Look, you gotta get dressed, Kanan.

- We gotta go. - Yeah, yeah.

I'm coming now, Mom.

Hey, you gonna be a'ight?

Yeah.

- You sure? - Yeah.

All right.

- Come on, Kanan. Let's go. - Yeah, Mom. I'm coming.

- Let's go, Kanan. Come on. - Yeah, Mom.

I'ma be right down.

Yo, I heard the poison ivy's a bitch.

You be itching, and you got poisoned water and shit.

- Mosquitoes. - Whatever, man.

Yo, it's a hit, man.

I'll put our girl up against anybody.

Yo, I'm talking Pebbles,

shit, Tracie Spencer, even Michel'le.

She gon' win.

She look good too, huh, Crown? Tell him.

Look, excuse my friend Lou here.

He's getting a little ahead of himself.

Lou's my money guy.

You know how they get sometimes.

They like to just dabble into the A&R.

B-but-but look, he's right, everything he's saying,

because Zisa is about to blow the fuck up.

And all we trying to do is get you

to introduce her to the world.

You know, there-there might be something

I can do with your girl here but, uh,

you know, my spins are worth somethin', Crown.

Yeah, yeah.

Huh?

Oh, I know.

- Yeah? - I know.

Look, let's step outside, just talk a little bit, you and I.

Have a snack, money guy.

Nah, at first, it took...

Nah, it took me everything in my power

not to fucking laugh in that nigga face in there.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I don't like him either.

Simple as that.

Yo, throw that shit in the back seat.

Who car is this?

Ours for the weekend.

Ain't want no dirt to get on my truck on these muddy roads.

Let me put this stuff in the trunk.

Yo.

I told you, put the shit in the back seat.

Something wrong with your ears.

What's the point in having a trunk

if you're not gonna use it?

Back seat, here we go.

Is that too much to ask?

What's the whole point of the whole trunk, then?

Can you not slam the door, please?

You roll your eyes any harder,

you gonna look possessed.

I sprayed the hell out that nigga with that Lysol.

Put the pine trees all on him and through the car.

Smell like Christmas come soon up in there.

Yo, you sure you wanna be heading up

to the mountains right now?

I mean, with all the shit we got going on in Jersey?

I need to be with my son.

No more runs out to Jersey until I get back.

I'll deal with the motherfuckers then.

It's gonna be a'ight.

We could just shut it down for good.

It ain't like we even set up shop anyway.

Look, we shut it down there,

they gon' come for our shit here, Marvin.

Them niggas are sharks.

Okay, the minute they smell blood in the water,

they start circling.

Y'all travel safe.

Need to work on your light touch, Lou.

The fuck?

Learn how to finesse a nigga.

You know, the best salesmen, they the ones who sell you shit

without noticing you spent any of your fucking...

Is that a light enough touch for you, nigga?

Get your fucking hands off me.

You know, I'm sick and tired

of you fucking putting your hands on me, Lou.

What you gon' do about it, Crown?

You know, just 'cause you make gangsta music

doesn't make you a gangsta.

Don't you ever pull that

unless you plan on using it, B.

Who said I ain't gon' use it?

Me, nigga.

So you ever hear from Davina?

Cousin of hers told me she wound up in South Carolina.

Guess she got some family she with down there.

I liked her.

You kickin' it with anybody else?

Not really.

"Not really" sound like you got somebody,

like Kanan got his eye on someone.

A'ight, it's...

it's just a little shorty that live in Famous' building.

Yeah.

Well, look, it don't gotta be nothing more than fun.

You a kid.

Supposed to be having fun.

Can I turn the radio back on now?

Break out those umbrellas,

because we have a 70% chance of rain tomorrow.

It's gonna be partly cloudy tonight

with scattered showers and humidity at 87%.

That low-pressure system is moving through the area

pretty fast, but it's gonna come...

I wanted to meet with you outside of the group

because it's obvious you're not comfortable

talking in front of the others.

I'm a private person.

Don't need nobody in my business.

But you must understand that your business

is my business.

And you are making it really hard for me

to conduct my business, Marvin,

because you won't say anything in the group.

And that's bad for business,

yours and mine.

If I go to the judge

and tell him that you're not holding up

your end of the deal,

he'll throw you inside.

And I promise you,

you'll be sitting in that cell

thinking back on that coffee right here

and asking yourself, "Why

the hell didn't I just talk?"

What the fuck you want from me, Ms. Renée?

I show up every week.

I sit there and I listen to all that bullshit.

What else you want me to do?

Well, first off,

you can not refer to the therapy we're doing

as "bullshit."

That'd be a good start.

And secondly, you can...

you can tell me something about you that I don't know.

Something that matters.

You know, something that, when you say it out loud,

makes you feel a little bit uncomfortable.

Maybe even a little bit vulnerable.

I have a daughter.

I am aware.

She's a teenager, correct?

Whatever the fuck she is, she won't talk to me no more.

That must be hard for you.

I'm a fucked-up father.

I did some shit she never gonna forgive me for.

Shit that she shouldn't probably forgive me for.

Not no sick shit, though,

I mean, or-or nothing like that.

I ain't a sick motherfucker.

I'm just, um...

...I'm just... I'm just a dumb motherfucker.

Got him for the whole week.

I can't wait.

Good afternoon. How can I help you?

Yeah, we got a reservation.

Oh, certainly. Just need to see your ID.

We in the one with the firepit.

Yes, okay, I have you for one night

in one of our creekside cabins.

Hey, y'all got any bear repellant here?

It's mainly black bears around here,

and they're pretty docile,

more scared of you than you are of them.

Just stay away from the blueberry patches.

Yo, I ain't even know bear repellant was a real thing.

Well, it's real.

I'm Kanan.

Hannah.

Thank you, Ms. Jones.

Let me see that knife right there.

What else can I use

to keep them away from me while I'm out here?

Stab 'em with something, they'll run away.

For real, Hannah.

We surrounded by the trees.

They could come out of anywhere.

You stole my song.

Excuse me?

Bitch, you either dumb or fucking stupid.

"Bruised," I wrote it.

I didn't steal anything. That song was given to me.

How do you even know where I live?

Crown told me.

Who gave you my shit?

Who you think?

Lou.

And he never even told me it was yours.

I don't need to steal anyone else's music.

I got my own.

Oh.

Look who done came up in the world.

Still got them legs.

Toni, you forgot a bag.

Oh, Shelley. Thank you.

Roll down your window, sir.

May I help you with something, Officer?

That's what I was about to ask you.

I'm good.

Just, uh, eating these chips.

You wanna get down?

That's kind of you. I'm trying to cut back.

Gotta be honest with you,

I make it my business to try to get to know everybody in town.

Well, I can't say I recognize you.

Yeah, I appreciate that honesty, Officer.

And you're right.

A brother can't afford any real estate out here.

Just been driving all day.

Wanted to stop, rest a minute,

and enjoy a snack.

Fair enough, friend.

I encourage you to finish up your snack

and be on your way,

because we like to keep these parking spots available

for folks who are actually gonna do some shopping.

O-of course!

I mean, don't wanna get in the way

of the rich getting richer.

Just got a few left, and then I'ma be out.

You have a great day.

You do the same, Officer.

Bitch ass.

Want me get the stuff out of the trunk?

No, there ain't nothing in there,

just some flashlights and some bug shit.

You just take the rest of these bags into the cabin.

We a long way from the Southside.

Come on, baby. Let's go camping.

You gave her my song.

That was my song, and you stole it.

It ain't even like that, Juke.

What's it like, then?

That bitch-ass nigga Crown told you, didn't he?

It doesn't matter who the fuck told me.

I would've figured it out anyway.

I should've asked you.

And I would've said no.

You know, part of this music shit, Juke,

is knowing what material goes with which artist.

That song you wrote was beautiful.

But too beautiful for me.

Hey, you know that's not what I meant.

All right?

Look, I thought it might make a cool song for Zisa,

so I just let her take a swing at it.

She knocked it out the park.

She did.

I didn't expect it.

It's just what happened.

I'm sorry, Juke.

I should've asked you.

I fucked up.

Yeah.

But, you know, ain't nothing wrong with getting

a songwriting credit out there, though.

Publishing money is real money.

Right?

- F... - Hey, Juke.

My God, it's not that kind of thing between us!

He doesn't share nothing personal with me.

Well, you're sleeping with him.

It doesn't really get more personal than that.

Look, I'm gonna make things real simple for you, Andrea.

Either you start sharing some shit with me,

or I'm gonna call Child Welfare and let them know

that you're tricking and you got a young son.

Shouldn't come as a shock to you

that they frown on mothers who are pros.

In my experience, those kids go into foster care

faster than you can say half-and-half.

He's one of the quiet ones.

Does what he needs to do, and then I leave.

Has he mentioned anything to you about the shooting?

Just that he thought he was gonna die

and he's trying to clean himself up now,

live a healthier life

for him and his son.

His son?

Yeah.

Yeah, he told me that he has a son.

Just found out about him

not so long ago himself.

Didn't say much except for that the kid's a teenager.

Didn't even tell me his name.

Some good living right here.

You and me sitting by the campfire,

eating some hot dogs.

You like it up here?

It ain't like I'm into bird-watching or nothing,

so what I got to do out here?

Okay, there's much more to do out here

than just watch some birds, Kanan.

Like what, Ma?

Like hiking.

Hiking is just another word for walking,

and I can do that at home.

Okay, well, what about swimming?

They got lakes and ponds and shit.

I'm not jumping in that dirty-ass water.

It's cold up here anyway.

Okay.

Well, then what about hunting?

Everybody out here hunt.

I mean, I got us a knife.

Who am I, Ram-bro?

You stupid.

I'ma go get another soda from the store.

You got some money?

Yeah.

Kid's heading out.

She's alone by the fire.

Go keep an eye on him,

and make sure that he doesn't come back until I'm done.

Hey, Jimmy, let me hit her.

Show Sal I can get my hands dirty.

Just make sure that the kid doesn't surprise me.

Let me do it.

Jimmy.

How you livin', Hannah?

I thought you forgot about me.

How could I forget about you?

You supposed to save me from all the bears out here.

Yeah, no bear's gonna get you on my watch, Kanan.

Good. I'm counting on that.

So where's your mom?

Back at the cabin

thinking she Daniel Boone or some shit.

So you've got some time?

Hell yeah.

Kanan?

Kanan Stark, if you creeping up on me to scare me...

Kanan, look, I know it's you,

and this shit ain't even close to being funny.

Kanan.

- Excuse us. - Motherf...

I'm so sorry. We didn't mean to scare you.

No. It's all good.

Thought you was my son messing with me.

We were wondering if you might have

any extra kindling we can use.

Toby and I are having some trouble getting our fire going,

and it's a little dark to be wandering around the woods.

You can take all you need.

Thank you so much.

Uh, we'll bring you more tomorrow.

It's all good.

Just have my son go out and get some more,

make him useful.

Tell me about it.

Speaking of my kid,

where is that boy?

Look, y'all have a good night.

You do the same. And thanks again.

Yeah, no problem.

This is from my friend's backyard.

It's pretty good for homegrown.

You get good weed in the city?

It's a'ight.

You ever smoke dope from Humboldt County?

Humboldt's, like, this place in California

that's supposed to have the best weed ever.

No, I ain't really much of a weed head myself.

My boy Famous back at home, though,

that fool can smoke.

Mm.

Famous,

that's a cool name.

No doubt.

You're cool.

Nah, that's you.

Fuck do you think you're doing?

You better leave her alone.

No, you leave him alone.

And don't you talk to my son like that.

Look, I was just trying to get

some mosquito stuff in the store,

and I come out here,

and they're doing God knows what.

Yeah.

Let's go, Kanan.

How many times I gotta tell you, Kanan?

How many?

White girls will get you killed.

That's the way it's always been,

and that's the way it's always gonna be.

Stay the fuck away from her.

Hey, if you were my fucking daughter,

I'd lock you in the room for the next

15 fucking years, you know that?

But I'm not your daughter, and you're a fucking dick.

What is this? What happened?

Some guy and his son showed up looking for fucking firewood

before I could pop her.

Shit. Let's hit 'em both.

Let's hit 'em both right now,

her and her little nigger.

We don't do kids.

You know it like I do.

It's bad for business, it's bad for karma,

and it's bad for our fucking heads.

Look, if I didn't stop him, that fucking monkey

would've raped that girl at the store.

You know what?

Somehow I doubt

that you saved the fucking day, okay?

But hey, Sal hears you messed with a kid,

he'll have me put a fucking bullet

right between those fucking eyes of yours

before you could even say "white power."

We will see if we can get a clean shot at her tomorrow.

Until then, you shut the fuck up.

Kanan?

Kanan.

Wanna get down on some s'mores?

Think I'm just gonna go to bed.

Hey.

Look, I'm sorry for yelling at you like that.

I just... I got scared is all.

Guy looked like he was ready to string you up.

Come on. Sit down.

Let's make some s'mores.

Now, make sure that shit don't catch fire.

All right? Now, you remember how High Post showed us.

Golden brown.

Post knew how to make some s'mores.

Yeah. He was in the Boy Scouts.

They taught him all of that.

Go ahead.

"Put hair on a dog's back

and bring new life to an old man."

Your grandfather used to say that.

He had a little bootlegging thing for a while.

Shit tasted like rubbing alcohol.

Bootlegging, prizefighting, and a jazz musician.

Grandpa used to do everything.

Yeah, he still didn't make enough money

to make your grandmother happy.

I brought you out here to talk to you.

See how you are,

how you feeling...

about us,

about you and me and about,

you know, what we do.

Look, you getting to an age where you're gonna wanna

start making some real money.

Start figuring out what you want for your life.

Making your mark on this world.

You the heir to this throne, Kanan.

Look, and I know you're not sure that you wanna be in it.

And I'm... I wasn't even sure I wanted you to be in it.

But it's yours.

And it's waiting for you.

All of it.

If you want it.

You just gotta want it.

I want it, Ma.

I ain't think I did for a minute...

...but I do.

No secrets between us.

No lies, no side hustles.

We share everything.

- It's you... - And you gonna share everything

with me too.

All you gotta do is ask.

It's you and me.

You know this.

Where's Kanan? Huh?

Uh-uh-uh.

You really need to turn them shits down, girl.

They gonna fuck up your ears.

Where's Kanan?

I been paging him. He ain't hit me back.

He's wherever the fuck he wants to be, man.

You tell him I'm looking for him.

Help me with him.

Grab the shovels and the rest of this stuff.

Let's get to work.

Yo, don't fucking sleep on me, Lou.

- I still got it. - What do you want, Famous?

To get back in the lab, Lou!

I been working, I been writing like you told me.

I got that heat, I got that new shit,

that dope shit, I promise you.

Look, I know you probably still twisted

over that situation with Jessica and Crown.

But I just need you to know that I ain't even know

they was kickin' it like that till after she left.

I knew he was bringing her home late.

You know, her hair would be fucked up,

and I thought it was 'cause of the car ride.

I thought he just drove with the windows down.

I ain't... I ain't... I ain't know.

I already knew about that shit, Famous.

I don't care.

Jess gonna do what she do.

Look, but it's not about her, though.

It's about us.

Thing is, if-if I knew, I would've told you.

You Kanan uncle, that's family.

I would've had your back regardless,

and that's just... That's just real.

You bring me some rhymes,

I'll get you back in the booth.

It's not about your sister.

It's not about Crown.

I don't give a fuck about none of that shit.

It's about the work.

Do the work, you get the time.

You will not be disappointed, brother.

- Thank you so... - Hey.

Go write. Leave me the fuck alone.

I got you. Yo, thank you.

Yes. Got you.

You won't be disappointed, Lou.

You gonna love me.

Yo, you gonna love me again, nigga.

Whoo!

So you Sister Kenya's daughter, right?

Yeah.

She never said you a dime like you are.

Don't you got some praying to do?

I'm praying you gonna give me them digits.

Yeah, well, that prayer ain't getting answered, son.

Y'all have to listen to each other.

Listen, I think you should hear my daughter sing.

Well, let's give her a listen.

Laverne.

Peace.

I told Mr. Stevens you were my daughter,

and he wants to see if we share the same voice.

Kenya can blow the doors off this church.

I just wanna see if her daughter

is blessed in the same way.

My daughter can sing,

and she got something to say, Mr. Stevens.

And I wanna hear it.

You churchgoing?

Little bit.

You know "Mary, Don't You Weep"?

Let's try it.

Great job.

All right.

So what else she say?

She wanted to know what we talk about,

what you're thinking.

How the fuck you supposed to know what I'm thinking?

We do have a relationship, Malcolm.

That I pay for in cash, not conversation.

Man, fuck you.

Like I need this fuckin' police shit in my life.

She threatened to call Child Welfare

and have them take my kid away.

Andrea, you got a roof over his head, you keep him fed.

It ain't like you puttin' cigarettes out on his scalp.

CWB ain't gonna fuck with you.

She, um, had a lot of questions

about the shooting and what you remember.

What'd you say?

Nothin', 'cause you don't remember.

Right?

You say anything else?

I mentioned the thing about your son.

Motherfucker!

I-I thought that maybe she knew already.

What the fuck?

I'm sorry.

Don't you have a confidentiality clause

in your line of business?

Something that says shut the fuck up?

Not when my kid is being threatened, Malcolm.

Time for you to go.

Me and you done.

You serious right now?

Get the fuck out.

Malcolm.

- Get out of here. - I... oh.

- Shit. - Malcolm.

Hey.

Oh.

If only you knew where that mouth been at, nigga.

- Hi. - Hi.

Hey.

You should take these to the front.

And stay away from the white girl.

Kid's on the move.

Can I trust you to run interference on him

and not do nothing stupid?

Yes.

Leave the kid alone.

Scout's honor.

Hey.

You headed back to the city?

Yeah. Just turning in these keys.

Gonna leave without saying goodbye?

I was hoping I'd catch you before I left.

Disgraziat'.

Drop the gun.

Sal sent you.

Hey, well, he told you how it had to be,

but you didn't hear him.

I hear fine.

I just don't always listen.

If I kill you, I'm at war with your boss,

which is bad for business for all of us,

especially you.

But if I let you go, you're gonna keep coming.

And that's a problem for me.

Hey! Hey!

Help! He's gonna kill Kanan!

Kanan!

Fuck.

Look, there's a deal to be made

between Sal and me, and we gonna make it.

But for now, me and my son,

we getting the fuck up out of here.

Yeah, what about her?

She ain't gonna say nothing.

Ain't that right?

'Cause if you do, his people and my people,

we're gonna make quick work of your people, you understand?

We're going home.

Now, I suggest you collect whatever's left

of your man here, and you do the same.

What's the matter with you?

Should've shot 'em.

You should've shot 'em both.

Sometimes you got so much shit to say,

you don't say nothing at all.

And then there are times you don't even gotta say shit

'cause everybody already know.

Who were they?

Don't matter.

They gon' get dealt with.

Either way,

it's better to keep your mouth closed and your eyes open.

Don't let 'em know what the fuck you thinking,

especially when you don't even know yourself.

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