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[upbeat hip-hop music plays]

♪ ♪

[Raq] Previously on Raising Kanan...

[choking]

Crown Camacho's check-writing days is done.

I want half of his half.

Cartier ain't the type to just let people

walk away from him.

[groans]

I need you to squeeze the fucking trigger tonight

and save me, baby.

[Kanan] Hey, Ma, remember you sent me

to do that shit in the park?

She forgot to tell me that nigga was my father.

She ain't gonna be able to make this shit right, ever.

Sam was gonna go on the record about your shooting.

Sam catching these slugs is connected to my shooting?

-Is it connected? -You gotta stop

with this bullshit, Burke.

Laverne Thomas, you've been DAT'd.

[Jukebox] By who?

Of course it's you.

Maybe you have helped me out with some shit

and I do owe you one.

Your own people coming for you.

Watch your back, Detective.

I know you my father, man, and I been knowing.

[Burke] Is that why you shot him?

'Cause you found out he was your father?

'Cause I know it's not a good look to be a cop's kid.

It's even worse when your mom was a snitch.

[gunshot]

[Raq] I put down Scrap, nigga.

You didn't have the heart for it.

You want to know something, Lou?

I fucked that shit up.

Scrap wasn't no snitch.

The Tootsie Roll from Jamaica,

you deal with this quickly and completely.

You won't hear about it again.

[gunshots]

[groaning]

-Yo, get down! -[yelps]

[groans]

[Marvin] Oh God.

Open the fucking door. It's Marvin.

Yo, over here.

I figured I'd talk to you mother to mother.

-Laverne assaulted-- -Wait. Where are my guys?

Get down!

[groaning]

[gunshot]

Southside.

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[Rileyy] ♪ I'm a hustler, baby I'm a hustler, baby ♪

[50 Cent] ♪ Yeah, I know Heartbreaks, setbacks ♪

♪ Bitch, if I crap out I'm sure I'ma get back ♪

♪ I been through the ups and Downs, you know I get around ♪

♪ So to me It's all a part of the game ♪

♪ If I ain't the coke man Or the dope man ♪

♪ I'm almost for sure, man I got to take it ♪

♪ No need to say shit I'm gon' take it ♪

♪ Robberies turned homicide It's nothin' to play with ♪

♪ Make money Make, make, make money ♪

♪ When shit hit the fan We'll take money, Southside ♪

♪ Beef with the best of 'em ♪

♪ Done shot At the rest of 'em, yeah ♪

♪ Checks, I'm collectin' 'em ♪

♪ Check, boy I'm finessin' 'em ♪

♪ Bag Supreme Boy, you fuck around ♪

♪ Put a big bag on your head ♪

♪ Before the weather break You're dead ♪

♪ Let's get to it, they Don't do it like we do it ♪

♪ Nah, cop it, whip it Bag it, flip it ♪

♪ Re-up, we up G'd up, what up? ♪

♪ Runnin' round this bitch Still not givin' a fuck, hey ♪

♪ When it come to that paper There'll be no complications ♪

Ha ha. That's right.

♪ Put a hole in a nigga Right in front of you ♪

♪ Your heartbeat pacin' ♪

[Rileyy and 50 Cent] ♪ And it's all right ♪

[50 Cent] ♪ That's how We do it on this side ♪

♪ Niggas get to it On this side ♪

♪ I know heartbreaks Setbacks ♪

♪ Bitch, if I crap out I'm sure I'ma get back ♪

♪ I been through the ups and Downs, you know I get around ♪

♪ So to me It's all a part of the game ♪

♪ If I ain't the coke man Or the dope man ♪

♪ I'm almost for sure, man I got to take it ♪

♪ No need to say shit I'm gon' take it ♪

♪ Robberies turned homicide It's nothin' to play with ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

[Rileyy vocalizing]

[sirens wailing]

[Grown Kanan] After the dust done settled

and the smoke done cleared,

the first thing you gonna do

is thank whoever the fuck you gonna thank

you still breathing.

And for a second,

you damn near the happiest motherfucker in the world

'cause you alive, nigga,

and that shit can't help but feel good.

[winces in pain]

[Grown Kanan] But all that happy bullshit

you feeling gone real quick

when you try to piece your shit back together again.

[groaning]

You good. Shit went straight through.

Motherfuckers always act like that shit good news.

"Went straight through."

Like I should be celebrating.

I got a fucking hole in my body

that ain't supposed to be there, nigga.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

Hell of a lot better than having a slug stuck inside you,

pressing up against your fucking spine.

[groans]

[panting]

♪ ♪

[Grown Kanan] You may be alive,

but everything around you is broken and busted up.

Damage been done, nigga.

And that shit that can't never be fixed.

[Raq] Put it all on Crown... everything.

Ms. Thomas.

We need to ask you a few more questions.

[quietly] Don't fuck it up.

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[camera shutter snaps]

[door creaking]

Okay. You know your sister's alive.

Now you're gonna talk to me.

Outside.

[indistinct chatter]

[coughs]

Oh, shit.

[sighs]

[groans]

[sighs]

[groans]

[engine starts]

We out.

[sirens wailing]

[reporter on TV] The backup from the incident reached

the Verrazano Bridge and has yet to be cleared.

City officials say they expect

to reopen the lane in the next 24 hours.

The fallout from corrupt NYPD detective Ralph Sacristano's

recent conviction continues

as more wrongfully imprisoned men are released this week.

As you may remember, Detective Sacristano

was found guilty of manufacturing evidence

against at least ten men.

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♪ ♪

[man on TV] Maybe they're selling the island

back to the Indians.

[laughter on TV]

[indistinct TV chatter]

[Pernessa] 'Nique.

-I thought you'd be asleep. -[door shuts]

-You won't believe... -[person coughs]

[Unique] Who's that?

You didn't tell me that Ronnie was getting out this week.

Ronnie's here?

[Grown Kanan] Ronnie, Unique big brother.

You know the nigga around the way everybody avoid

and steer clear of 'cause he's so wild and fucked up.

Well, well, well.

Look who's home.

[Grown Kanan] Ronnie's the nigga that that nigga avoid.

Man, you been gone three years,

and you ain't gon' get up

and give your baby brother no love?

Don't want my shit to get soggy.

Ain't changed one bit, I see.

-That being nice didn't work. -[laughter]

I thought you was supposed to get out on, uh, on Thursday.

Got that TB spreading up in Auburn,

so they let me go a week early.

Well, shit, you look good, though, man.

All diesel and shit.

Look like the pen agree with a nigga, huh?

-You get cut? -Huh?

Sleeve.

[Unique clicks tongue]

Scratch my hand on the car door again.

[slurping]

You stay bullshitting.

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♪ ♪

I mean, I come from a musical family.

My dad played the horn.

My brother got that same music bug,

so I put some money into this record label

he had with Crown.

I mean, I been knowing Crown for years,

and I mean, I ain't know

he was over his head to no shylocks.

That is, until they stepped to me

and they told me I had to cover his debt.

And when did they approach you?

[Raq] A few weeks back.

White boys.

Told them I ain't had nothing to do with Crown's money.

It was all him.

And that's when they said they was gonna circle back up on me.

I guess they did... tonight.

Did Mr. Camacho ever mention anything to you

about the Baisley Park houses

-or South Jamaica houses? -[Raq] No.

[Boyd] We're still gathering up evidence,

but it looks like there were drug operations

going on at both of those locations.

I mean, Crown was into some crazy shit.

That's just who he was.

Of course, none of the tenants are talking to us

at either Baisley or the Jamaica houses.

Any insights here, Howard?

[Howard] Camacho was always a smart kid.

Entrepreneurial. Steady hustlin'.

But he dirty. He been dirty.

We're hearing that the operations at both

Baisley and Jamaica houses were substantial.

Crown always had a big old brain on his shoulders.

Wouldn't put nothing past that kid.

Remind us again,

what happened when these shooters

showed up at your house?

This about to be the last time.

Heard a knock at the door.

Saw it was my niece's mother, so I was letting her in.

That's when these fools started shooting at us from the street.

[tense music plays]

Then she got hit.

I ran back into the house,

grabbed up my gun,

which like I been saying, is registered.

Shot the first guy that came through the door.

I was panicking so hard, I fired off all my bullets.

So when the second guy came in,

I mean, all I could do was grab up the first guy's gun,

and I shot his partner in the back.

♪ ♪

Look, I done told you the same shit three times now.

I ain't got nothing else to say.

We'll be in touch.

♪ ♪

[Lou-Lou] Italians, Jamaicans, Dominicans.

Crown owed money to damn near half

the United fucking Nations, man.

I never knew about no dope dealing, man.

[siren wailing]

That nigga always seemed like he was

living beyond his means.

[Durham] Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

[Garcia] We put her through the paces,

and her story stayed consistent.

She puts it all on this Crown Camacho character.

Her brother singing the same song down in his studio.

Aren't you supposed to be RDL?

What are you doing here tonight?

I heard what happened on the scanners.

Figured it was a "all hands on deck" kind of night.

It's exactly that kind of fucking night.

Malcolm, I need to talk to you. Right now.

Detective Burke, this is neither the time nor the place.

[Burke] This is exactly the time and place, Captain,

because I'm sure that all this shit,

everything that's happened tonight,

can somehow track back

to Howard and the endless fucking lies

he's been telling me and everyone else.

Burke, I don't know what I did to piss you off,

-but we need to get past... -[Baptiste] No. Hell no.

No one's responding

to Detective Burke's bullshit right now.

-You come with me. -I know you think

that I'm the problem here, Captain, but it's not me.

Believe the balls on that chick?

I'm just doing my job.

That's all I've ever been doing.

And as of right now,

you're suspended from that job, Detective Burke.

You can't do that.

Oh, I can, and I just did.

You're a fucking mess, Detective.

I could almost tolerate it when it was just you

throwing away your own career, but now you're trying

to bring down Howard and the department with you.

That I will not allow.

Howard's not who you think he is, okay?

-He's got secrets. -[Baptiste] Stop.

-I'm telling you. -Shannon, stop.

Shit.

I don't know if you even remember this,

but I was at the 7-2 with your father

when he had to bring you in one night with him

because your mother was too drunk

to watch you and your brother.

You couldn't have been more than six or seven years old.

And I know that kind of family shit takes its toll,

but you're so far off the reservation right now

that I'm not even sure if you can find your way home.

You're throwing your career away, Shannon.

I keep trying to stop you,

but you don't want to listen to me.

Or anybody else.

This doesn't have anything to do with my mother, Captain.

I need your gun,

your shield, and your ID, Shannon.

You're making a mistake.

No, I made a lot of mistakes with you,

but this ain't one of them.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

Your union rep will reach out to you

to tell you where to go from here.

♪ ♪

Just so you know,

my mother did the best she could.

Unfortunately for her, she was married to my dad.

♪ ♪

Cap, if Burke could get the fuck out of her own way,

she could be good police.

It's too late for that.

♪ ♪

[Stefano] You fucked it all up, Sally.

You--I mean, you made a goddamn mess of things.

I just got some mopping up to do, that's all. Okay,

-I didn't have my usual guys. -[shushing]

Fish got ears.

I should've stopped you before you opened your mouth.

I got it from a reliable source.

The Feds are listening in on a bunch of our spots.

I don't think they wired the shop yet.

I had it swept yesterday,

but I ain't taking no fucking chances.

Okay, look, I am sorry

for the trouble out in Jamaica, Stefano.

Obviously, it didn't go exactly as we planned.

Are you--are you fucking kidding me, Sally?

The cops are fucking everywhere.

NYPD so far up my ass, the police commissioner's

recommending more fucking roughage in my diet.

Okay, so then let the dust settle a little bit, huh?

And then I'm gonna clean this all up.

-Sally. Sally. -Okay, I promise you.

Listen to me, Sally.

Your cleaning days are over.

At least on this side of the river.

Yeah, go fucking tidy up New Jersey.

I'm sure there's plenty of a fucking mess there for you.

[grumbling]

Oh, and by the way,

you're gonna buy a couple of butterfly fish before you go.

The least you could do.

[birds chirping]

I can't wait to unpack this shit with one fucking arm.

That's why you got Kanan.

You gonna help your mother with all this shit.

I don't live here.

Where the fuck you live then?

You gonna help her empty these boxes, you hear me?

Fuck it.

I ain't even trying to unpack right now anyway.

I'm gonna go make some tea and then we gonna talk.

'Cause we got a lot of shit to talk about.

-Need some help? -I might.

Thanks, baby.

[Marvin] You don't live here.

Get the fuck out of here with that.

You live wherever your mother live.

Understand?

See?

Now, I got to get back to my breathing again.

[breathing deeply]

This is a crime scene.

You can't be in here.

Clear out.

[Raq] First I just want to say, um,

Juke, I'm sorry about Kenya.

Last thing I would want

is for you to have any more pain in your life.

No matter where the two of you was,

I know that losing your mother like that...

I'm just sorry.

What was she doing there?

She wanted to talk.

About you.

About her.

About everything that happened between you.

She was hurting, Juke.

For leaving you, for not coming back to get you,

and for everything she did once you found each other.

She said all that?

She did.

Um, you know I got my own opinions on Kenya,

but she loved you, Juke.

I don't doubt she figured out

she did you wrong on that church shit.

[groaning softly]

You okay?

I'm alive.

So you know I'm good.

Look, I just want to let y'all know that...

I'm done doing what I've been doing.

Shit cost way more than I'm willing to pay.

I'm finished.

I'm out.

From here on, everything gonna be different.

So you thinking me and you good now?

Look, I'm not saying we good, Kanan.

I mean, you and me, we got a lot to fix.

I want you to know that

I'm through with all of this other shit.

You know, the only reason I went to the hospital

is to keep this bullshit-ass story

you and my father put together about Crown.

[Marvin] His father?

[tense music plays]

What the fuck he talking about?

You gonna tell him, or should I?

Like I said, Kanan, we got a lot to talk about.

And I'm gonna have that conversation

with you and everybody else.

There ain't shit to talk about,

'cause if you talking, you lying.

And I ain't got time for that shit no more.

♪ ♪

I ain't got time for you.

Kanan.

♪ ♪

Def Con dead.

What he got to do with all of this?

[door closes]

Juke.

♪ ♪

Uh, you want to tell me what the fuck is going on here?

-[door closes] -This shit is about to fuck

real hard with your head, Marvin.

-[Jukebox] Kanan! -[Kanan] Ain't got shit to say.

Not to you. Not to her. Not nobody else.

[Jukebox] Stop, man. Just stop.

Man, everything she say bullshit.

You know her just like I do.

Nigga, you really think she giving all that up?

Hell no.

She need the game. [scoffs]

She is the fucking game.

Hey, look, man, I'm not even saying

she completely deserve it, but maybe give it one more shot

to make shit right between y'all.

'Cause what she said sounded kind of real back there.

How many more chances is she gonna get, Juke?

[scoffs] I know.

Yo, your mother's gone

because she somehow got caught up in her shit.

That's what happen with her.

She fuck up everything she touch, man.

I'm not going out like that.

Hell no.

I'm outie.

-Lou know? -[Raq] Hell no.

Just give a nigga another reason to hate me.

Yo, how the fuck you keep this to yourself?

Well, you know what these streets would do

to that boy if they knew he was a cop's kid, Marvin.

What they would do to me.

Buy you know I'd never tell nobody.

Yeah, but it's not exactly shit

that come up in polite conversation.

[door opens]

[tense music plays]

[door closes]

♪ ♪

Damn.

[Patrick] So you're suspended without pay

pending the outcome of this IAD investigation.

As usual, you know more than I do.

I haven't even heard all that yet.

Your captain called me this morning.

You got the call before me.

Got it.

He's concerned about you, Shannon.

He's concerned that you're not just gonna lose your job,

but that you're gonna end up in prison.

In prison for what?

Finding out that Howard's dirty?

[Patrick] You just don't fucking get it, Shannon!

Howard's not under investigation.

You are!

When the hell are you gonna get that

through your thick, fucking skull?

Nobody gives a fuck about Howard but you.

And that's the fucking problem!

And don't fucking yell at me, Dad.

I'm trying to help you.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

You and I are gonna meet with your union rep

and your attorney together and see what IAD has.

♪ ♪

But you have to trust me

and let me do the talking.

I know these people. I know how they operate.

The less you say, the better off you are.

♪ ♪

[indistinct TV chatter]

♪ ♪

It's crazy that you out, man.

Damn near miraculous.

Dirty cop lied on me.

Shit. All cops lie, brother.

Most niggas case don't get flipped like yours, bro.

[hip-hop music playing]

Before I went in,

we had niggas out on these corners getting paid.

Before you went in, cops was rounding up niggas

soon as they posted up.

Police fuck with us, we stay a step ahead.

At least that's how I did it.

♪ ♪

Look, shit different now, man.

Can't do that open-air shit no more.

They checking too hard for us now.

Raq making money off your back.

Bitch got you out in New Jersey

making a nickel on five hundred.

That ain't even the split.

I put you in that CEO spot.

You demote your own ass down to entry-level.

Now, that might be how you see things, Ronnie,

but that ain't at all what happened, brother.

Business change.

Sometimes you gotta change with the shit.

♪ ♪

Whatever the fuck you say, 'Nique.

No, Fame. Fuck all that, man. I'm never going home again.

That "not going home" shit

sound a whole lot better than it is in real life.

Believe that.

If my moms would take me back...

[scoffs]

I'm in my room right now probably watching TV

and rubbing one the fuck out.

[hip-hop music playing]

-It's true. -You ill, nigga.

[laughs]

♪ ♪

I mean, shit, your moms not like my moms anyway.

My mother...

she different.

♪ ♪

Well, we about to be out on our ass,

'cause this shit was on the door

when I came home last night.

Man, fuck this rent, Fame.

We need to be on some bigger moves

then just paying rent for this bullshit.

Trying to make my own money, man.

Take care of my shit.

Fuck everybody else.

♪ ♪

Semrad got work?

Semrad as- as in the nigga I get my weed from, Semrad?

The hell if I know.

I just buy this shit and smoke it.

Selling it is somebody else problem.

And look...

I ain't trying to be on that track again.

You know better than anybody,

this hustling shit just ain't me.

[Kanan] Well, it's like you said, nigga.

The rent's due.

[Lou-Lou] So when she say she out, she out.

But when I say that I'm out,

she say she owns me?

Man, fuck Raq.

[chuckles]

That whiskey be talking for you tonight.

No, nigga, this is all me. My words.

This ain't about no liquor.

It's me talking my shit, Marvin.

Out loud.

Bet you she ain't tell you about Scrap.

Hmm? Course not.

She ain't want you to know how she fucked that shit up.

Marvin, Scrap wasn't no snitch.

He ain't had to go.

She killed him for nothing.

She killed him for no reason at all.

How you know that?

She fucking told me.

Nigga was up to something.

Oh, fuck out of here, man.

'Cause he was most definitely bullshitting

when he told me that story about hanging pictures

-for his cousin. -Maybe so.

But Scrap bullshittin' don't mean

that the nigga had to fucking die!

It means he was hiding something.

Get out of here.

Maybe he wasn't no snitch,

but he was definitely into something

he didn't need to be into.

[somber music plays]

Either way though, let me pour some out for the brother.

♪ ♪

Scrap didn't deserve how we did him, man.

Fuck Raq.

[indistinct chatter]

Have you checked the career board

to see if there are any jobs there

that might be of interest to you?

It's just White Castle and McDonald's.

What starts off as a junior position

might turn out to be a satisfying career.

What about the military?

With your grades, you might be able to sign up

for an officer candidate position.

I ain't trying to be in no war.

What do you like to do?

What interests you?

I sing.

Singing is not a career. It's a pastime.

Mm. [inhales sharply]

Guess I'll figure something out.

Well, good luck to you then... Laverne.

[Jukebox] Eh...

[Howard] Looks like they buying

our story about your boy Camacho.

Turns out Crown was good for something after all.

Kanan still staying at his friend's?

Going through some shit.

He gonna be a'ight.

He came to my house the other night all fucked up.

You done messed with that boy's head so much,

he don't know up from down anymore.

-Now, he get to talking... -Kanan don't talk.

He talked to me, Raq.

He need to know that we all in this shit together.

He need to know that me and you...

we on the same side.

We ain't on the same side, Detective.

When it comes to the kid, we are.

IAD is saying you've had questionable relationships

with a number of young people

and that it suggests a pattern

of illegal behavior on your part.

Apparently, you've intervened on behalf of a...

Laverne Thomas twice now.

Who the hell is that?

She's just--she's just a girl

from the neighborhood I've been looking out for.

She's a minor, just like this Bingham girl

from the Upper East Side.

Detective Burke never even met Nicole Bingham.

And who is... Andrew Gordon?

Because they're saying your client got him

out of a shoplifting charge at the sixth.

That was just--look, all this stuff is just being twisted

and turned to make me look like shit.

Doesn't seem like they need to do

much twisting to make you look like shit, Detective.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

Southside Jamaica's a no-fly zone, man.

You got cops everywhere.

It's people getting shot up in the projects.

You see the news?

Some mafia guys got put down there the other night.

What's the mafia?

What I tell you about getting in the middle

-of adult talk? -They ain't adults.

Just play the damn game, Romero.

I'm not trying to sell my shit

on the Southside, the corners, fellas.

Look, none of that mafia shit got nothing to do with us.

We just here trying to make you some money, Semrad.

Even if shit out by you wasn't stupid,

I wouldn't trust this fool not to smoke through

whatever I give you.

He's a fiend.

Fame is here, like, every day coppin'.

That's bullshit, Romero.

Just play the game.

You paused it.

[upbeat music playing in video game]

♪ ♪

Look, I appreciate you

offering up your services, fellas,

but I'm gonna have to pass, and if you don't mind,

I only get a few hours a week with Romero here.

Trying to make our time together meaningful and shit.

♪ ♪

[door closes]

[door closes]

What's that?

Some folks from your-- your mom's church

was cleaning out her stuff, and...

and they found this.

I guess Kenya was-- was keeping it for you.

They dropped it off a little bit ago.

Um...

it turns out they're gonna be having

some sort of memorial for her at the church tonight.

I know you got no love for those people,

but if you wanted to go...

I'd go with you

[somber music plays]

♪ ♪

[Jukebox crying]

♪ ♪

Yo.

What happened to that turkey that was in here?

You smoked out and ate that shit, man.

All at once. The other day.

Word?

[knock on door]

Somebody here?

Nigga, it's your mom and the police.

[knock on door]

Hi.

What's happening, fellas?

How y'all living?

[Famous] Large as hell, 5-0.

[Raq] Never really seen the spot before.

It works.

Yo, my man, need you to get the fuck out of here

so we can talk to Kanan alone.

Um, no disrespect, but this is actually my apartment.

None taken. Get to stepping.

Nah, he right.

This Fame's crib.

Famous.

Go get yourself some pizza.

No. No.

I was actually, uh, hungry.

The turkey I had finished.

Whatever, man. Just go then.

Thank you.

Yo, take your time, homeboy.

[Kanan scoffs]

So what?

You two getting back together?

[soft music plays]

♪ ♪

[scoffs]

♪ ♪

[Howard] We just came to check in on you.

Make sure you a'ight.

And that, um...

that you understand that things are real delicate right now.

So you on her side now?

It ain't about sides, Kanan.

'Cause it really didn't feel like y'all was on the same side

the night that you sent me out there to put him down.

Just the fact that you would put that shit in the world,

even though it's just me and your moms,

is the very reason we're here.

Shit is real dangerous right now, Kanan,

with everything that's been going on.

Southside is in the crosshairs.

The FBI is getting involved, you hear me?

We all gotta keep our shit real close.

Real quiet.

What about that white cop then?

She know everything.

Dropped that science on me the other day.

She all over this.

Yeah, she rolled up on me over at the store.

I thought she was fishing.

She know who I am

and who y'all are to each other.

She even started putting shit together

about me and him in the park that night.

So you telling us to keep shit close,

but your partner about to blow us wide fucking open.

No, Burke ain't even on the job.

She been suspended.

Man, that don't change what she know.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

[Howard] I'll handle her.

You two just keep your noses clean and your mouths shut.

♪ ♪

We're gonna fix this, Kanan.

We're gonna start over. We're gonna do shit right.

♪ ♪

I swear.

♪ ♪

Right, 'cause you so good at fixing shit.

♪ ♪

Yo, your partner's gonna fuck us all up.

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

She know the score.

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[door opens and closes]

[Adina] IAD's on me now, Shannon.

Asking me questions about you, about us, about Howard.

And I have worked way too hard and put in too much time

to fuck up my career

because you're trying to be fucking Serpico.

I'm sorry, Adina.

My mother's gonna be dead in a year,

and the only thing standing

between her passing away in peace

and dying in pain is the job.

Everyone told you to leave it alone,

but you wouldn't listen.

Because you never listen, Shannon,

because everything is about you.

I knew I shouldn't have circled back with you.

[laughing] I knew it.

But I still cared about you.

Not anymore.

I'm done.

With you, with this, with us.

I hope this bullshit with Howard was worth it.

So how long is he gonna be here?

'Cause there is not enough room

for me, you, Jerome, and Ronnie.

He's my brother, Pernessa. What you want me to do?

I know who he is, but I-I don't feel comfortable with him here.

'Nique, I don't feel comfortable

with him around our son.

You know Ronnie brings trouble,

and we done have enough of that already.

'Nique, Worrell left behind a son and a daughter.

Okay, I am not trying to be a single mother.

[Unique] None of that gonna happen to us.

And it damn sure ain't gonna happen 'cause of my brother, P.

[tense music plays]

I got this, a'ight?

We gonna be good.

-Okay. -A'ight?

♪ ♪

Give me a minute. I got a plan.

I'll be back soon.

Where you going, 'Nique?

♪ ♪

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[door creaking]

Looks smaller when there ain't nothing in it,

right?

Word.

[Lou-Lou] You know, I grew up in this motherfucker.

This shit right here?

It's my life.

It's my life too.

[Lou-Lou] And she's selling it.

She's selling it 'cause it don't mean nothing to her.

Nothing means shit to her, Kanan.

I hit you up because I felt like

you the only one I can talk to.

[chuckles]

The only one know her like I do.

See her same as me.

Right?

She put down your boy D-Wiz.

It was her call.

Yeah, I know her.

She tell you she had me do it?

It's not enough that she want it done, man.

She gotta put that shit on me too.

[inhales sharply]

She just wants it to fuck with me forever.

You could've said no to her, Uncle Lou.

And I could've said no too.

[knocking]

[doorbell ringing]

[Unique] What's up, baby?

You lost, nigga?

[laughs]

You know, I thought I was at first,

till I found you.

How you feeling?

Making dinner with one fucking arm.

Shit's an accident waiting to happen.

Kind of sounds like you could use a hand.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

This shit has gone on way too long,

and it's gotten way too fucked up.

We need to meet and talk.

♪ ♪

I'll tell you everything you want to know.

Okay?

♪ ♪

[Unique] You know, Sal ain't gonna make

another move till shit cool down out here.

Still too much police right now.

Gonna take a minute for the dust to settle

and all that.

It ain't even gonna get that far from me.

Gonna figure out what it takes to get these Jersey

motherfuckers off my back and then I'm on other shit.

Closing up shop.

Don't know what's next for me, but whatever it is,

it ain't out on these streets.

[Unique chuckles]

It ain't worth it to me no more.

So that's it?

[Raq] Mm.

Just one thing.

You know I'm gonna miss you out here, right?

[chuckles]

You'll be a'ight.

Yeah, I'll be a'ight.

But you see, you the best part of the game.

[soft music plays]

♪ ♪

Ah... [winces]

♪ ♪

[zipper unzipping]

♪ ♪

[record static]

[Roberta Flack's "Do What You Gotta Do" playing]

♪ ♪

[no audible dialogue]

[Roberta] ♪ Man ♪

♪ I can understand ♪

♪ How it might be ♪

♪ Kind of hard ♪

♪ For you to love a girl Like me ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I don't blame you much ♪

♪ For wanting to be free ♪

♪ I just wanted you to know ♪

♪ That I loved you better ♪

♪ Than your own kin did ♪

♪ From the very start ♪

♪ ♪

♪ It's my own fault ♪

♪ What happens to my heart ♪

♪ I've always known you'd go ♪

♪ And do ♪

♪ Do what you gotta do ♪

♪ ♪

♪ My wild ♪

♪ Sweet love ♪

♪ Though it may mean ♪

♪ That I'll never kiss those ♪

♪ Sweet lips again ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Pay that no mind ♪

♪ Find that baffle dream Of yours ♪

♪ Come on back ♪

♪ And see me when you can ♪

♪ Now, I know ♪

♪ I know it makes you feel Sad ♪

♪ I know it makes you feel So bad ♪

♪ They say you don't treat me Like you should ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Well ♪

♪ ♪

[dog barking]

[car engine rumbling]

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

How you feeling, Burke?

[Burke scoffs]

♪ ♪

Let see, I just lost my girlfriend,

I'm about to lose my job, and everyone thinks I'm crazy.

So all in all, pretty fucking shitty, Malcolm.

-I hear you. -I don't think you do.

I don't think you hear anything but your own bullshit.

I appreciate you meeting me like this.

-I want this shit to be over. -Me too.

That's why I called.

♪ ♪

I don't know what you think you know,

and I really don't care, 'cause it don't matter.

But I want to help you, Burke.

I mean, I can't help with your girlfriend.

You fucked that up all on your own, but...

I think I can help save your job.

♪ ♪

I'm gonna tell you what I know,

because maybe you don't care, but I do.

I care a lot.

A whole lot, which is clearly part of my problem.

♪ ♪

Back when she was still in high school,

Raquel Thomas was your informant.

She was close to Def Con Stark,

the biggest drug dealer in South Jamaica,

and I'm assuming she gave you some intel on him

and his business.

At some point, you started sleeping together,

which because of her age was a crime in and of itself,

but quite frankly, that's the least of your crimes here.

♪ ♪

You got Raquel pregnant. She had a child, Kanan.

Now, she didn't want anyone to know that he was a cop's kid,

so she lied, told the whole world, including you,

that he was Def Con's boy,

and that's how it stayed for years.

And not too long ago,

you found out Kanan was your kid.

♪ ♪

Got to admit...

this is where it gets murky for me,

because I don't know

how you found out Kanan was your son

or what you did when you did find out,

but I do know it was Kanan

who shot you in the park that night.

♪ ♪

This all sounding about right so far?

♪ ♪

Let's say you are right about some of this shit.

I'm not saying you are, but for the hell of it.

Let's just say a few things in the ballpark.

It still don't add up to shit, Burke.

Maybe not.

But what about all the shit you did

to cover it up, Malcolm?

♪ ♪

You had Sam killed.

I know it was you. It had to be.

And if you did that, who knows what else you could've done?

-Who knows... -[gunshot]

[dramatic music plays]

[high-pitched ringing]

♪ ♪

I told you to keep your fucking mouth shut, didn't I?

Hmm?

Look what you made me do.

Look what you fucking made me do.

♪ ♪

Shit.

God damn it, Burke.

You fucking taping me?

[recorder clicking, whirring]

[Burke] You had Sam killed.

I know it was you.

♪ ♪

[Isaac Hayes' "Walk On By" playing]

♪ ♪

[Grown Kanan] Streets make you do shit

you ain't even know you could do.

Turn you into somebody you don't even recognize no more.

[engine turning over]

[Grown Kanan] But don't get it twisted.

That's all you, nigga. You did that.

And you could blame the block for your bullshit,

but ain't nobody else pull that trigger.

Fuck the police.

♪ ♪

[singers] ♪ Whoa, whoa ♪

♪ ♪

[Isaac] ♪ If you see me walking ♪

♪ Down the street and I ♪

♪ Start to cry Each time we meet ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Then walk on by ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Walk on by ♪

♪ Make believe that You don't see the tears ♪

[singers] ♪ You don't see my tears ♪

-♪ Just let me ♪ -[Isaac] ♪ Just let me grieve ♪

♪ In private 'Cause each time I see you ♪

[singers] ♪ I see you ♪

[Isaac] ♪ Just can't help myself ♪

♪ I think about How tight we used to be ♪

♪ I break down and cry ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ Walk on by ♪

♪ ♪