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Previously on Raising Kanan...

Your own people coming for you.

Watch your back, Detective.

Your partner's gon' fuck us all up.

Don't matter she a cop or not, man.

-She know the score. -If something happens to me,

it's not gonna be what it looks like.

So what do you think Howard's planning?

With all due respect,

this isn't how business is done, Joaquin.

I trust Juliana's business sense.

She's still angry with me for getting with 'Nique

after he grabbed her little ass up.

That's what this shit is about.

I put down Scrap, nigga.

You didn't have the heart for it.

You wanna know something, Lou?

I fucked that shit up.

Scrap wasn't no snitch.

But when I say that I'm out,

she say she owns me?

Man, fuck Raq!

As more wrongfully imprisoned men are released this week,

Detective Sacristano was found guilty

of manufacturing evidence against at least ten men.

Police fuck with us, we stay a step ahead.

At least that's how I did it.

Business change.

Sometimes you gotta change with the shit.

That was my song, and you stole it.

- It ain't even like that, Juke. - What's it like then?

What about the military?

With your grades, you might be able to sign up

for an officer candidate position.

Sal's comin'.

No doubt about it.

There's gon' be some blood in our streets.

You fucked it all up, Sally.

The cops are fuckin' everywhere.

Your cleaning days are over.

No, Fame. Fuck all that, man.

I'm never going home again.

You ever catch feelings for me, Raq?

They say most romances start

at the office, heads bumpin' into each other

at the water cooler and whatnot.

I'm just wonderin' if you ever favour me like that.

Ha ha. That's right.

You know, I ain't never figured you

for a butter pecan kinda girl.

Well, there's a lot you don't know about me, 'Nique.

Is that right?

Well, you know I'm willin' to learn.

But Raq like to keep me guessin'.

I mean, we been kicking it for what, like two weeks now?

And you still won't let a nigga get comfortable in here.

Well, ain't nobody getting comfortable in my house

but me and Kanan.

If he ever come around me again.

Why? What's up with you and Kanan?

Don't let me have to take off my belt for that boy.

'Cause I'll do it.

You know how they say

you gotta have eyes in the back of your head?

Like you need to see all the shit just comin' at you

all the time from everywhere?

In real life, in this here game,

don't matter where your eyes at.

If niggas comin' for you, they comin' for you.

And they might be in front of you...

Don't even goddamn breathe.

...or they might be comin' from behind you.

Point is, don't matter where they comin' from.

If they wanna get to you bad enough,

they gonna get to you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Yo, Raq, what the fuck?

And don't matter whether

you see 'em comin' or not.

Let's go.

Okay, you would like to know.

Yeah, I would like to know. Right here.

Take this. This is for you. Oh, wait. That's mine.

Right here. Marvin, grab your drink, right?

Grab-grab your drink. All right, look.

Hey, I don't care where you from.

We toast to Southside.

Hey, yo, Southside in the house,

all right?

- Southside. - Southside!

Correct.

Fuck Raq.

Hmm? What's this?

We gonna need more drinks, obviously.

Hey, garçon!

More-more drinks, all right?

Chop-chop, nigga.

More alcohol.

I have enough women.

What is this, Stefano?

Who the fuck is this guy?

He ain't got shit to do with this.

I'm Unique.

Who the fuck are you?

Me? I'm Priceless.

Yeah. Hey, sit him down.

Sit him down.

Unique, huh?

Uh-uh, hey, I-I don't suppose

your mother came up with that one, huh?

Unique. How 'bout Unique?

How 'bout that, huh?

Hey, guys, you ever notice the moolies...

the fuckin' moolies,

they got all the best nicknames, huh?

And us fuckin' Italians,

we get the garbage.

We get bullshit like "The Chin," "Scarface,"

fuckin' "Joe Bananas."

You know, they call me "The Big Fish," fish.

But you people...

you got the fuckin' best ones.

Unique, Fat Cat, the King of Pop.

Hey, hey, yo, yo, yo.

What do you say?

You got a good nickname for me?

This nigga want me to be his fuckin' daddy

and give him a name?

Sally said you had a mouth on you.

What are you?

What are you?

You two a...you two an item?

Comin' through my kitchen door like that

in the middle of the fuckin' night?

You know that's not how shit is done.

Hey, fellas,

give us a couple of minutes, huh?

Hey, and take fuckin' Ubiquitous here with ya.

Cut her loose.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Hold on, hold on, hold on. You know what?

I actually do got a nickname for you.

Yeah.

Little Linguini.

Little Linguini 'bout to get cooked!

Get the fuck off me!

Comedian, that one.

What the fuck you want?

Hmm?

What is you doin', man?

Uh, I'm sorry, sir. You just hit the tray.

What? Man, you trying to blame me

'cause you don't know how to do your fuckin' job?

All you gotta do is deliver drinks, nigga.

That's it. How hard is that shit?

Hmm? How fuckin' hard is that?

Yo, Lou, Lou.

- How hard? - Lou, take it easy.

Accidents happen. Honest mistake.

Honestly, he 'bout to get his ass beat, Marvin.

Yo. Yo, man, um,

we done, finna saddle up.

Be outta here.

You fucking giving this motherfucker money?

The girls done ran off.

Night's been over.

Fuck that.

The night's just getting started, Marvin.

Yo, you strapped?

I told you I ain't doing that shit no more.

You really are good for nothin' now.

Look, sit tight for a minute.

And don't start no more shit.

Can melt iron with this thing.

Gets up to almost 3,000 degrees in there.

Press a button.

And in the blink of an eye,

it'll turn a human body into a pile a dust.

This furnace made a lotta my problems disappear.

Poof.

I need you to get rid of our friend in Newark.

You know, his-his shit with you is--

is just the latest of Sal's many fuckin' missteps.

Cocksucker's been a problem for years.

It's just the politics of this thing of ours

prevents us from doing what needs to be done.

You know, we have a code.

And "Thou shall not whack a boss"

is the first fuckin' commandment.

So you want me to kill Sal 'cause you and your goombahs,

you're too shook to handle your own business?

You want him dead too.

We're on the same team here.

Thing is,

I ain't shootin' my way outta problems no more, Stefano.

I'ma sit down with Sal, we gonna have a conversation,

and then we gonna work it out.

I'm through with the other bullshit.

I'ma tell you like I told my own people.

I'm out the game.

I disagree.

You don't do this for us,

me and the rest of the Five Families

are gonna have to line up next to Sally

and bury you and your whole fuckin' crew,

and we're gonna start tonight with you and Unprecedented

or whatever the fuck his name is.

It's simple.

You kill Sal

or we help Sal kill you

and everybody you fuckin' care about.

You and these mafia muhfuckers

more scandalous than any nigga on the Southside.

Keep talkin'.

Sal's holed up in the family manse

since his little dustup with you,

but he is venturing out for certain family obligations.

And yours truly has an inside track

on those comings and goings,

you know, the kind of information

that would be invaluable

to someone who was tryin' to get next to him.

I do this for you,

all my Italian problems, they squashed.

Me and mines, we're free and clear.

Hand to God.

From my lips to his ears.

Yo, how much?

How much what?

Money, man.

How much for a, um...

for a gram?

You think I got coke?

Don't you?

Oh, because I'm Black, I...

I sell drugs.

I-I swear to God, man.

Listen to me. We, um--

yo, we-we both thought that you were...

you were the guy that we bought blow from

up here last week.

Oh, so now I just look like every other nigga

you buy drugs from.

No. No, that's not what he meant.

White boys don't even know what the fuck they mean.

Just for the hell of it,

let's say I-I did sell that cola.

How much you payin' me?

A couple hundred bucks?

For a gram?

Is that not enough?

Either of you got a pen?

Oh, yeah.

It's a nice pen.

This my pager number.

Hit me up next time you partyin'.

Tell your friends too.

Got you covered.

So, uh, you do sell drugs?

Hell yeah, but that doesn't excuse you

stereotyping a nigga like you did.

It's not right, cracker.

Yo, Famous.

Hurry the fuck up, man.

I'm lookin' for something, nigga.

The fuck are you looking for?

Corner of West 113th.

Read on the way. Go, go, go.

Uh-huh. Yep.

Hey, Jevon, hold up! I got a hot one!

Going rush order, 9 West 50--shh.

On 57th, yep.

Okay, understood.

Can you hang on a sec?

All right, uh-huh.

Shit.

Pickup at Regent, goin' to 9 West, okay?

It's a rush.

All right, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I got-I got my best kid on it.

Yeah, he flies. He, uh...

the kid flies like a bird.

Uh-huh.

Yo, who the fuck is that

that just moved into Palomar and Corinne old crib?

-They slangin'? -I dunno.

They got young niggas rollin' through here

all the time, though.

Maybe he got some work for us.

Hell no.

That's mad close to the crib, K.

We need the money, Fame.

I ain't trying to go back to my mother's house.

Detective Shannon Burke

didn't stand for no bullshit.

Forgive me, Father, but you in a room

full of New York cops.

I gotta keep it real.

Uh, like I was sayin',

Shannon didn't tolerate no bullshit from anybody.

See, she actually had two jobs.

She was a full-time cop,

and then she put in 40 more hours every week

bustin' my balls.

Yeah, Burke clocked in overtime when it came to giving me shit,

and always asking questions, second-guessing me,

challenging me all the time.

Drove me crazy.

I can't lie.

Even pissed me off sometimes, but here's the thing.

She helped me become a better cop,

become a better person,

a better man.

In me, she asked for competence.

In herself, she demanded perfection.

And as hard as she could be on her old partner,

she was way harder on herself.

Way harder.

And I just wish she knew--

I-I wish she could accept

just how damn good she really was...

how much she meant to all of us in here.

'Cause maybe if she did that...

We wouldn't be sittin' here right now.

I was gonna change the doors anyway.

Gonna make 'em sliding now.

So they want you to put the old man down.

These meatball motherfuckers

always talk about how they got a code and rules and shit.

Meanwhile, they just findin' loopholes

to stab each other in the back.

But we do this, though, we done with them.

Score's settled.

Juliana keep hitting me about the next re-up.

I gotta let these Colombians know I'm retired.

They may not wanna see you hang that jersey up, though.

Fuck them. I don't owe them shit,

especially how they did me with Traymont.

Um, we have a couple keys left over from Baisley.

I was wonderin' if I could piece that shit out

in Manhattan, make a little something-something for myself.

I'd break you off some of the proceeds.

Look, as long as you not movin' it around the way, we good.

Do what you want, keep the money.

You gon' earn it all back on the Sal Boselli work anyway.

Look, soon as Stefano give me the time and the place,

you gonna have to make these moves, Marvin.

You can't miss.

That was some awfully nice shit you had to say about Burke,

especially considering

she tried to end your fuckin' career.

Yeah, believe it or not, Cap,

I ain't everybody cup of tea.

How you holdin' up?

Well, this Sacristano bullshit keeps getting worse.

Three more convictions got overturned yesterday.

That brings the total to 13.

I always wondered how Ralph's clearance rates were so high.

Guess now I know.

That piece a shit cooked the evidence,

and now we got to clean up the mess.

Hey, look,

I don't know why Burke killed herself,

but as you going through her cases,

if you dig up anything dirty on her,

I need to be the first one to know.

I can't have no more bullshit gettin' into the papers.

Where's IAD on her?

No, nothing too deep yet.

But it's in everyone's best interest,

especially Burke's family,

that we close the file on this as soon as possible.

I'll keep a lookout.

I'm thrilled that you're interested in enlisting,

but there is a process here, Laverne.

It isn't as simple as just signing on the dotted line.

I just wanna know how soon I can go.

You'll have to take the ASVAB, which is a standardised test

that measures your aptitude in science, math, and language.

Don't sweat it, though.

You can't really fail this test.

It just tells us where your strengths

and weaknesses lie and helps us direct you

to the appropriate branch of the military.

I need to get outta Queens.

Now.

Like I said, it is a process.

After you take the ASVAB, there is a whole day

of physical and medical evaluations

that determine whether you can actually enlist.

Is that the shit to see if I got flat feet or not?

'Cause I heard about that. My feets is good.

Let's get you signed up for the test, huh?

And we'll go from there.

Y'all up and down my high school

fiendin' for recruits.

And when you get somebody that actually wants to sign on,

they gotta take all these tests and fill out all these forms.

You need to get your shit together, Uncle Sam.

Captain Burke, I'm Adina Foyle.

Gimme a minute.

Sorry, sir.

I know who you are,

And I don't have anything to say to you.

You shouldn't even be here.

There's something you need to know,

-something Shannon-- -I don't wanna know any more

about you than I do already.

As far as I'm concerned,

whatever it was that you two were doing

is a big part of why Shannon did what she did.

All right, who wants it?

- I'll take that one. - Yeah?

Let me hear it. Let me hear it. Who wants it?

Okay, okay, boss. Go make some money.

Let's go. All right. Okay.

So I got a pickup over on the Lower East Side

and then a double goin' up to Times Square,

and then up to Midtown. Who wants it?

Ay, knock it out, Primo.

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

All right, now I got a local headed to 88-12 Sutphin,

goin' over to the criminal court.

-Who wants it? -88-12 Sutphin?

-Yeah. -That's a law firm, right?

- Uh-huh. - Londell and Brooke?

Yeah, that's the one.

Pshh. Fuck them, man. They don't even let us drink

from they water fountain.

Okay, well, who wants to make some money

who isn't gonna get their feelings hurt

if they can't use a fuckin' water cooler?

Yeah? Come on. Let me hear it.

Let me hear it. Uh-huh.

What about you guys from down the hall?

You guys wanna make some money? Always hirin'.

For what?

Courier service, my man.

We pick up and deliver anything

that can fit into a messenger bag.

We work all five boroughs.

How much y'all payin'?

60 for, uh, eight hours.

We pay cash.

How many jobs you do a day?

I don't know, uh, on a slow day, like 10 to 15,

on a crazy, 70, you know?

And then I got 20 more that I can't do

'cause I don't got the man power, all right?

Jevon, please, will you take this?

Shit.

How much you make on a run?

I'm not gonna play 20 questions with you,

all right? Let's go. Let's go.

You want the-- you want the work or not?

Nah, man. We good.

Thanks, though.

Okay.

Yo, who you again?

Paul.

Paul.

Word.

Okay, Hell's Kitchen, who wants it?

Yeah? Let's go, okay, okay.

It's always good to know how other niggas is makin' money.

Everybody got they hustles, Fame.

100 Grand Avenue, all right? Let's go.

We just gotta find ours.

I'm freezin' my balls off out here.

Sweetie?

He's gonna wear this one to the ceremony,

and then he's gonna change into this one

-for the reception. -Yeah, he's gonna look

handsome.

You don't think the sailor outfit is a little too much?

- No, I like it. - Feds are here.

Feds?

Special Agent Preston Tanner,

FBI.

This is Agent Resmer.

Yeah. So?

But-but-but the video of them i-is spectacular.

Oh, and the voice on Laverne.

Uh, have-have you seen it?

Don't know nothin' about no...no video.

Oh, well, I-I have it. I'll let you borrow it.

It-it-it will blow your socks off, Marvin.

I've-I've never had my socks

blown off before, like, ever.

I'm excited for what that might feel like.

Look who's home.

Mr. Bingham.

How are you?

I'm okay, Laverne.

Uh, h-how are you?

Good, I-I guess.

Well, why you been keepin' this guy from me?

Talkin', uh, ten minutes...

And we damn near

-best friends already. -That's-that's right.

Get-gettin' along famously over here.

Yeah, and, uh, you-- you never told me

your dad was such a-a crack-up.

- Oh. - Never knew myself.

Anyway, um, as I was saying to your dad before you came in,

uh, the reason why I stopped by is 'cause I heard about

an opportunity that, um,

I thought you might be interested in.

So a-a golfing buddy of mine,

who is in the recording industry,

he, uh, told me about an open audition

for, um, a new girl group.

-Mm. -Apparently it's...

it's gonna be, like, a real cattle call.

Like, hundreds of- of girls they're expecting to show up.

But I figured with- with-with your talent...

And good looks.

...and your good looks, I...

you could have a real shot.

Right? So well, here, um,

here-here's my friend's information,

and, um, I-I told him that you might be calling him.

-No pressure at all. -Thank you, Mr. Bingham,

but I'm-I'm not singing anymore, so...

Since when you stop singin'?

I just-I just thought I should, um,

give you the information because--'cause I know

that, uh...I know N-Nicole always, you know,

thought the world of your voice, and-and, um,

I just-I just know that she would've wanted me

to... to share-share it with you

or tell you about it.

Well, I'll-I'll, um...yeah?

Uh, Marvin, I've taken up too much of your time,

but thank you for the beer,

and it has been a, uh, a total pleasure, uh--

Pleasure's been mine.

Well, take care, Laverne.

Goodbye.

Yo.

Why wouldn't you give this shit a shot?

I mean, you been wantin' to do the singing thing

since you came out your moms.

I don't wanna do all that no more, though.

I'm movin' on.

To what?

I don't know.

Thank you.

Mr. Boselli, I'm one of the lead agents

on an organised crime task force.

By law, I'm obligated to inform you

that we've picked up significant chatter

amongst your colleagues about an assassination plot

targeting you.

I own a bowling alley.

Who the fuck would want to assassinate me?

Our intel is rock-solid, Mr. Boselli,

and it's sourced at the highest of levels.

Your friends want you dead.

So you're tellin' me that the, uh,

the guy who sprays the shoes and the other asshole

that polishes the fuckin' bowling balls,

they want me dead?

What the fuck did I ever do to them?

I think we both know that this has nothing to do

with your bowling alley.

If you were to cooperate with our investigation,

we could discuss an arrangement between us.

-We're done here. -I'm offering you

and your family a lifeline.

But it's what we call an exploding offer.

You have the next 60 seconds to respond

-or the offer's null and void. -You know where the door is.

Whatever's going to happen to you

is going to happen soon, Mr. Boselli.

We need to talk.

I don't feel safe with him here.

And it's not just me.

Jerome went downstairs last night

to get a glass of water,

and Ronnie was just sitting there on the couch

in the dark, staring at the TV.

My brother likes to watch his stories at night, Pernessa.

Always has.

I don't see what the problem is.

The TV wasn't on, 'Nique.

Look, this shit is temporary, Pernessa.

Ronnie gonna be movin' out soon.

'Bout to get both of us some work.

Till then, you and 'Rome good.

Ronnie's just quiet.

That's all.

We good.

What you think?

Thought you liked trucks.

It's not mine.

It's yours.

Get in.

Give it a test drive.

I ain't even got my license.

I won't tell if you won't.

Howard?

Howard, you know Ogden?

Queens Narcotics.

What the fuck brings you to Siberia, Ogden?

You know nobody gives a shit about us.

Dead Italians.

These Feds are all over this thing

like flies on shit,

which means I gotta be a fuckin' fly

on a fly on shit.

Ogden's a part

of this Organised Crime Task Force

that's settin' up shop here at the precinct.

Somebody's movin' up in the world, huh?

Six months till I put in my papers

and move to Tampa.

Now I gotta answer to Eliot Ness

and the fuckin' Untouchables.

These fuckin' feds,

they think they invented the fuckin' fingerprint.

Whole thing's just a giant pain in my ass.

Well, if you ever need somebody to hit you

with them Southside highlights, my door's always open.

Oh, I'm gonna take you up on that, Howard,

'cause I could use all the help I can get.

Ogden and I gotta talk this, uh, task force shit alone

for a minute.

Just wanted you two to connect.

Do your thing.

How's it handle?

They sayin' that cop killed herself.

Howard's partner.

You think that's really what happened?

As much as they fuck with us,

police fuck with they own heads.

So they kill theyselves?

Like Scrap?

Yeah, like Scrap.

The car is nice.

But if I wanna ride,

I'll buy it myself.

If I was you, I'd hold on to that thing real tight, man.

'Cause that right hand of yours ain't shit.

Sticks and stones, Giorgio.

Sticks and stones.

Well...

if it isn't Unusual himself, huh?

To what do we owe this... this pleasure?

Mr. Linguini,

how you livin'?

I see you muhfuckers take

that sleepin' with the fishes shit seriously, huh?

Like these joints right here. What's these?

Those are mandarinfish.

Very rare.

Very pricey.

You know, they-they only mate at sunset.

Females all group together on a reef,

do this fuckin' crazy dance.

Inspires the males to court them.

Of course the-the females

favour the biggest and strongest males.

- So just like in real life? - Yeah.

Guy like me wouldn't stand a chance on that fuckin' reef.

You do all right, Linguini.

You got that sauce about you.

You know the females can smell that from a mile away.

And you know, I am a... a hell of a conversationalist,

and that goes a long way

on land and sea.

You know, not for nothing, but, uh,

after the tone and tenor of our first meeting,

I'm just a little surprised

to see you comin' through my door.

What can I say, man?

Business is business.

And I'm about makin' money, not friends.

Man after my own heart.

You know, I can respect anyone

who can let bygones be bygones.

Listen, man.

Can I bend your ear...alone?

Hey, Giorgio, just steppin' out back.

Watch the phones.

Come on.

Have a seat.

So listen.

I'm very eager to get back to work, Stefano.

I know you and your peoples got y'all hands

on that heroin faucet, and I was wonderin,'

maybe I could tap in with you

and we could make some moves together.

Raq know you're here?

Raq's done. She's out.

This part of the game don't concern her no more.

I mean, at least that's what she told me.

Yeah, that's what she told me too.

Sounded like bullshit to me.

You believe her?

Whether I believe her or you believe her,

I think the question is more so whether she believe herself.

I guess we'll let time decide.

Hey, look.

I appreciate your moxie.

You know what I mean? Comin' here with humility

and grace and wantin' to do business together.

I like that.

But, uh, you know, this faucet, as you call it,

you know, it's not run and maintained by us alone.

We have partners that you would need to talk to.

Then they would have to give you a thumbs-up

before we could move forward.

If you could just be so kind

and point me in the right direction,

that'd be greatly appreciated.

'Cause just like you,

I'm one hell of a conversationalist.

Uh, that you are, Unique.

That you are.

I need me onea these scooters.

I could be a scootin' type of nigga... right?

Shit'd be a good look for me.

What're you doin' here by yourself?

Remember when I, uh,

I taught Marco to ride a bike?

He got goin' so fast down that hill.

He flew across the street

and straight into the DeFazios' pool.

Kid learned how to ride a bike and swim on the same day.

And we've had a helluva ride, huh, T?

Wouldn't wanna do it with anyone but you.

What's goin' on, Sal?

What did the FBI say to you?

Ah, nah, nothing, the usual bullshit.

They're just-- they're just hasslin' me

'cause they got nothing better to do with their time.

You gotta promise me something, Sal.

That no matter what, we are not gonna miss

that christening this weekend.

We have to cherish the grandson that Marco left behind for us.

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Even if we didn't approve of the puttana

he chose to be the mother.

Claudia's not so bad.

You're right.

She's awful.

Well, not everybody could be as lucky as me.

Stop. You're embarrassing me.

Hey, hey, hey. You're embarrassed?

I'm the one should be embarrassed,

embarrassed that I got so lucky

as to land the prettiest girl in Paterson.

I love you, Teresa.

More and more every day.

I love you too, Sally.

What you doin'?

Yo, got a delivery. Buzz me in.

Motherfucker, you woke up my baby!

Lou.

Yo, Lou!

- What's up? - You sleepin'?

Nappin'. Why you bangin' on my door?

Yo, I need your help tonight.

Not puttin' nobody down,

just need you to be a lookout.

This for Raq?

Can't fuck with it. Good luck.

That's not gon' happen.

Came here to tell you myself, face-to-face.

I'm out the game.

This is...hard to believe.

Our business together is done.

Well, we can very easily find out if you have a new supplier.

If I had a new supply, I'd tell you,

'cause I sure as hell ain't scared of you.

You the bitch I used to buy Newports from.

You speak Spanish.

My cousin and I wish you luck and success

in whatever you choose to do next.

Our door is always open.

We'll be happy,

to see you, if you change your mind.

Well, if you see me again, it ain't gonna be about happy.

What up, 'Nique?

Y'all good, man.

What's up?

Whoa, whoa. No jeans, man.

He let us in.

I don't give a fuck what he did.

He pay me to maintain the dress code.

-Fuckin' Lees ain't cuttin' it. -Whoa, what's going on, man?

He with me. All right?

He just got out. You know what I'm sayin'?

His style ain't caught all the way up yet.

Come on, Ronnie. Let's go.

Shit changed since you went in, convict.

Get up to speed.

Ronnie, come on, man.

What's up, ladies?

Wanna do some drinks?

I gotchu.

Get off!

Good, man?

Loosen up.

You just got out.

Have some fun for once, Ronnie.

This ain't me.

What you mean this ain't you?

A beautiful vibe, beautiful women.

Most niggas get they sentence flipped,

they wanna celebrate, man.

I'm not most niggas.

Okay.

I mean, I-I'm genuinely confused.

Uh, you-you want me to work for you?

Is that right?

I want us to go into business together.

Okay. I mean, uh,

you're in high school, my man, so--

That don't mean I don't know how to get paid.

Look, I'll throw in a bonus

for every delivery you make for me.

Thinkin'...25%.

Okay, so you wanna use my drivers

to deliver weed around the city?

And you-you're gonna pay me to do it?

I got the connect. You got the couriers.

Me and Famous'll handle all the calls

and get your boys the packages.

They drop 'em off, you charge me.

It ain't even no risk for you.

- All upside. - Okay.

We would still have to negotiate

my bonus number, right?

And you'd have to pay my guys.

That's fine.

We gonna be makin' double what they bringin' in

now anyway, maybe even triple.

Mm.

I need to think about it.

Look, don't take too long.

'Cause you not the only muhfucker

in New York with niggas on bikes.

There's my niece.

Get in here, girl. Come on.

You know, I can't lie. I was a little surprised

you came through.

You wanna sit down, or...

The last time I messed with you on this music shit,

you fucked me over.

Straight stole my song.

- And I'm tellin' you now-- - Look.

'Fore we even get into all that...

I'm sorry about your moms, Juke.

Always thought that Kenya was good peoples.

She just had her own shit.

It happens like that sometime.

And on your song...

...you were right.

I messed up.

Not even just with you.

There's a whole lot I wish I could take back,

that I could do over again.

But what I did to you was ill.

And I'm sorry for it.

Really and truly.

I fucked up, and I hurt you,

and it's all on me.

I'm sorry about your girl.

Zisa didn't deserve to go out like that.

None of us deserve any of this shit, Juke.

So...

uh, I might have this audition comin' up.

It's for a girl group.

I been goin' back and forth

on whether or not I'm gonna do it, but--

Y-you're doin' it.

You're doin' it. I mean, and you're gonna win.

It's what you do.

Ain't even no question.

And you gonna run a table on all them lil' bitches.

If I do decide to do it...

I could use your help gettin' ready for it.

All right, a girl-girl group.

Got it.

So Juke is on a En Vogue tip.

Let's do this.

Let me hear what you thinkin'.

Oh, yeah.

I appreciate you meeting with me.

Just trying to make sure another promising detective

doesn't throw her career away like our friend just did.

I know nobody in the department wants to talk about her,

but I need you to know Shannon told me she--

Ah, Foyle, I'ma stop you right there

because, to be honest, even speaking Burke's name

out loud is a fuckin' felony right now.

Inappropriate relationships with minors, drugs,

tryin' to deflect her own dirt onto her partner.

Now her bullshit is gonna keep IAD busy

for the next 18 months.

There's no real proof of any of that.

In a situation like this, it's not about the fire, Foyle.

It's about the smoke.

And Burke had so much smoke around her

she couldn't see her own hand in front of her fuckin' face.

Let Burke rest in peace,

for her sake and for yours.

Hi.

You have asked to have your child baptised.

In doing so, you are accepting the responsibility

of training him in the practice of the faith.

It will be your duty to bring him up

to keep God's commandments.

Shit.

Yo, take us over to the other side.

You put in this kinda work,

you gotta make peace with the fact

that you most likely ain't gon' see your kids grow.

And even if you do,

you gon' take mad losses along the way.

A lot of sad singin' and flower bringin'.

- He's sleepin'. - Yeah.

I know what I wanna do.

Let's do some photos on this step.

-Okay. -Let's do photos.

You lucky enough to go grey

up in this muhfucker.

You gon' bury damn near every friend

you ever had, every nigga you ever ran with.

Truth is, though, when it's your turn to go,

whenever and however you go,

you gonna be alone.

Just gonna be you and your god.

You all by yourself when you take that last breath.

In your own head.

Aah!

Dyin's some lonely-ass shit.

But bein' alive ain't no team sport either.

We all doin' this shit out here on our own.

Go, go, go!

We try to tell ourselves different...

...but we just lyin'.

We die just how we lived...

...alone as hell.