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Previously on Raising Kanan...

Where's 'Nique? What'd you do to him?

You talking that shit, you better be willing to pull that trigger.

- It's a lot. It's--it feels-- - Scary?

If you scared, that means you in the pocket.

You know there's something that's happening that's real.

What about that task force bullshit?

What they getting into?

They ain't got nothing on nobody.

What do you know about this asshole?

Do you think he's capable of the operations at Baisley

and the South Jamaica houses?

It's not outside the realm of possibility.

That's what you don't understand.

This ain't about what you did. It's about who you are.

I was just the hammer that you pulled

outta your toolbox whenever you needed shit

knocked around.

Nobody can make you something that you not.

At least I'll be there to catch you when you fall tonight.

I'll see you then.

There is no connection

between the three of you,

just three girls doing their own thing.

That's because we don't know who the lead is.

You know what, Krystal? You might not even be wrong.

The story about your daughter

might make a lot of sense for me.

I'd have to interview her and you too.

That's what I'm talkin' about.

I heard about our friend Unique.

'Nique was about his business.

I wanna step into what he started with you,

take it over.

'Nique's gone, and he ain't coming back.

-Now we do business. -You want heroin.

Just wondering what kind of things

y'all supply restaurants with.

We only supply Chinese restaurants.

So I don't look like I could own a Chinese spot?

We wanna fuck with you.

What Ronnie is trying to say,

he's interested in partnering with you in a trade

that is gonna be a lot more lucrative.

Is there anything I should know?

You're asking me if I know why Shannon killed herself.

My guess is, it was everything.

Shannon told me if anything happened to her,

it wouldn't be what it looked like.

But what you saying, you think it wasn't a suicide?

But Kanan's changing, Aunt Raq.

He ain't the same.

He also kicking it with some old heads,

Bonnie and Clyde and all them.

Ha ha. That's right.

Toughest part of this shit is when you alone,

when no one else is around,

'cause that's when your head be talking to you,

telling you you fucked up,

that you ain't shit, won't ever be shit.

I'm sure there is niggas out there,

when they by themselves, got nothing but good shit

on they minds.

For me, being alone meant talking to the one nigga

that scared me the most:

myself.

I'm here.

I'm right here, Raq.

Who's next?

Who you want me to kill next?

'Cause I'm that killer, yo.

That's what you want me to be.

That's what you made me.

This motherfucker.

You own me.

Come get me, then.

I'm yours.

Shut the fuck up and get in the house, Lou.

Who next, Raq?

Get in the house and shut the fuck up.

Who next?

My neighbours don't wanna hear your mess.

They need to know who you are.

-They need to know who I am. -Shh!

They need to know what we do, Raq.

So... we straight killers, yo.

-This is what we do. -Get in the house.

You sure you don't want nothing besides water?

Just 'cause this nigga's a teetotaler

don't mean you gotta be like him.

I'm good.

Thanks, though.

Your father didn't drink either.

Def Con didn't drink or drug.

And barely fucked with girls.

Your ma the only one I ever knew about.

Yeah, Def didn't have any vices.

Clear mind, level head.

Nigga was formidable.

Feared.

And respected.

What do you prefer?

To be feared or respected, Kanan?

-Feared. -He didn't ask you, Urkel.

So?

Kanan...

...fear or respect?

What's your preference?

I mean, to me, that shit's a trick question.

Can't have no real respect without fear.

When you fear a nigga, you respect him.

They're the same fucking thing.

Fear is respect.

Respect is fucking fear.

He's sleeping it off.

Lou a damn tragedy.

He need a program, someone he can talk to.

Well, talking is exactly this nigga's problem.

He don't stop talking.

And now he out on my front lawn in the middle of the night,

screaming he a killer.

Your little brother's gonna fuck all of us up, Marvin.

I got better. Lou can too.

Yeah, well, not everybody get better.

Not everybody wanna get better.

One more time.

You would be the best dancer in the group

if you'd just get out your own head.

I suck, Juke.

You don't suck.

I do.

But I appreciate you lying to me.

You don't suck.

For real.

You just--

I just... suck?

You just a clown, Iesha.

This your ex-girlfriend?

Nicole, yeah.

She real pretty.

So... you like white girls.

I liked Nicole.

Why did y'all break up anyway?

We didn't break up.

Nicole died.

Wow.

I'm so sorry, Juke.

It ain't your fault.

You say "I'm sorry"

when somebody tells you that they lost somebody

that they cared about.

You cared about Nicole.

Thanks for telling me.

Wanted you to know, I guess.

I got Ma coming over in the morning to babysit him,

make sure he don't get into no more stupidness

till we can figure out what to do with him.

So look.

Kanan fucking with Ronnie on some business,

and I need to know what it is.

-Where you hear that? -Don't matter where I heard it.

What matter is what his dumb ass is getting into.

Kanan been moving around some reefer.

I've known for a minute.

Nickel and dime type shit.

Ain't nothing to worry about.

Ronnie ain't wasting his time on no reefer.

And neither is Snaps and Pop.

They fucking with Kanan too?

Yeah, that's what I'm hearing.

I thought they was done, kicking off they shoes,

relaxing they feet and all that.

Shit, well, I thought I was done too, nigga.

But somehow this shit got a way of grabbing you back.

Now I got Quâân all over me on some shit.

So I gotta go fuck with him,

which means that you gotta find out what Kanan getting into.

On it.

You gotta trust me on Lou.

He need our help, that's all.

You think I'm hard-hearted, don't you, Marvin?

Maybe I am.

Maybe all this shit is on me.

Maybe I brought it on myself.

Chickens coming home to roost.

But unlike most these fools out here,

I take responsibility for the calls that I make.

And I keep telling your brother

that's what it mean to be in the top spot.

Means taking all the fucking blame

and getting none of the credit.

And I'm a'ight with that.

Always have been.

But what I can't accept is that nobody up in this motherfucker

wanna look in the mirror but me.

My whole life now about lookin' in the mirror.

You like who lookin' back at you?

I'm-I'm starting to.

Yeah, well, Lou don't like who looking back at him.

And no matter what he think, that ain't on me.

That's all him.

Can't nobody save a nigga from himself.

So I'm asking, you ever had a real girlfriend,

somebody that you steady fucked with?

Yeah.

-What was her name? -Don't remember.

How you had a steady girlfriend

and you can't remember her damn name?

You asked me if I ever fucked with a bitch on the regular,

not if I remembered her name.

Raq know you fuckin' with this work?

Look, I don't know what she know.

And I don't really care neither.

Your moms' competition out here, Kanan.

She's getting her product

from an Italian-Vietnamese connect.

Your mother is good at this work.

So am I.

I do have a life of my own, Raquel.

My days of cleaning up after you and your brothers is done.

Don't remember you doing too much cleaning, Ma.

-Where is he? -He's still asleep.

But when he get up, you need to sit with him,

make sure he don't go nowhere.

He gotta stay put.

Uh-uh.

You got something for me?

Look after your son.

-Special delivery. -Got it.

My people will load and unload

my work onto your trucks.

You don't have to touch it.

All you gotta do is make a little space.

Fantastic!

Our trucks are usually half empty anyways.

Space won't be an issue.

This is exciting!

Yeah, and depending on how the business is moving,

if we have to make some extra runs,

I'll cover all the additional labor costs,

hit you off real generous per mile on the trucks.

This can save us from the layoffs, Terry.

It's exactly what we need.

What deal is Hong getting?

His deal ain't your deal.

I want Hong's deal.

We don't have to be pigs about this.

That offer that's been made, it's more than generous.

My brother does not speak for our business.

Any and all negotiations will be with me.

I own half this business.

And I will be heard. I will be known!

David is a drug addict.

He is not in his right mind.

I'm right here, Terry!

Sit down, David.

We don't need one of your temper tantrums.

I own as much of this company as you!

And you will not be speaking to me like that!

I want Hong's deal.

Don't ignore me, Terry!

I'm going to tell Mom about this.

And she's gonna tell you

you're going to have to listen to me!

Sound like you about to be in trouble with your mother.

She's been dead for ten years.

My brother has a gypsy who takes his money

and tells him that she can communicate with our mother

from beyond the grave.

I made my offer.

It is what it is.

You just get back to me and let me know your decision.

I've made my decision.

I'll let the girl out front know

that you need some help cleaning up in here.

You think we need to go again?

Maybe.

What y'all think?

We good.

We go again, we only gonna mess up.

Only gonna make you angry.

You right, Jukebox.

And you're also Butta's lead.

Just because she said that bullshit?

Because she knows when to say something

and when not to, which is something

you could stand to learn, Krystal.

An-and just so we're clear,

uh, this is not carved in stone.

If I feel like Jukebox isn't holding up her end of the deal

or if I feel like someone else is making

a better case to be the lead,

I won't hesitate to make that change.

Everything needs to be earned here every day.

But y'all are showing me something.

Tomorrow's the last rehearsal before this show.

Let's make it count.

Everybody what?

On time, on beat, and on task.

Good work, girls.

Ooh, I told you!

I told you.

You did it, Juke.

You the one.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Let me get that door for you, Ms. Thomas.

Shut up.

If you say so, Ms. Thomas.

So, Ms. Thomas, tell us how it feels

to be the lead singer of R&B supergroup Butta.

Feels like I'ma beat your ass

if you don't get your hand out my face.

What's up?

Fuck outta here.

Guess Kanan got over me real quick.

Fuck this boy. I'm about to smack

-the taste outta his mouth. -It's not worth it, Juke.

It's not.

Why would I care about them

when I got you?

What's in the bag?

I ain't robbing you, motherfucker.

I just wanna see what you moving.

You not gonna tell me?

A'ight.

I respect it.

Give me that shit.

Fuck is in here?

Y'all fucking with that "hair-on"?

I only make deliveries.

Tell that shit to the judge then, nigga.

That bag will get you one to nine.

I made all that for you.

You better eat it.

Grown man needs his mama to come watch over him.

That ain't sorry, I don't know what is.

I ain't ask you to do shit.

Your sister said you can't leave.

All right, I'ma tell Raq I tried to stop you.

Mr. Bingham.

Captain Patrick Burke with the NYPD.

I know who you are, Captain Burke,

and I also know that you're retired.

Either way, I was hoping maybe you and I could talk.

As fathers, Mr. Bingham,

fathers who both lost their daughters

and are trying to understand what the hell happened.

I don't know what we have to talk about,

but, come on in.

Thank you.

One of my people bought this out in Queens.

Said it was delivered to him by a courier.

You've got competition.

My Italian partners and I can't be seen as weak.

You need to make an example of whoever this is

so no one else challenges us in the future.

They'll be handled.

And what about your expansion?

You're still buying the same amount Unique did.

I'm still getting the pieces in place.

We agreed that if you couldn't increase

your product demands in a couple months,

we'd end our arrangement.

And now you have someone else stepping into your territory.

That's not encouraging.

I'll be all right.

I'ma take this with me.

Shannon would never take advantage of anyone

or give them drugs.

She was a good person.

Better than me.

Better than just about anybody I know.

I'll be honest with you, Captain Burke.

Even when my wife was

banging down the mayor's door, I was still skeptical

about Detective Burke's involvement

with what happened to Nicole.

But then that other police officer came to speak with me,

and he suggested that maybe she was complicit after all.

And who was that?

He asked me not to say.

It was Malcolm Howard.

Look who the cat dragged in.

Give this to Fame when he come by.

Tell him he should be proud of it.

Why can't you give it to him yourself?

What's going on with you, Louis?

I gotta go.

Nothing is ever as bad as it seems.

Sometimes it's worse.

And he didn't say where he was going?

Fuck.

Yo, my sister here. I'ma talk to her.

I appreciate you calling, though.

Somebody moving on us, Marvin,

and we need to move them the fuck out.

What?

That shit's Kanan's.

That's the work he and Ronnie been running.

Fuck.

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

Well, where he getting the work from?

I don't know.

And Lou in the wind.

Just heard from the lady down at the club

that he stopped through right quick, then bounced.

She said he doesn't seem right.

Look, I told Ma not to let him go nowhere.

You know she never been good for following directions.

All right, fuck it.

Fuck Ma, fuck Lou, fuck all of that,

'cause we got more pressing shit right now.

Quâân wants me to make an example of the competition,

which just happens to be my fucking son.

Look, I'ma handle all this with Kanan,

but you gotta start figuring out the trucks,

'cause none of this shit can wait.

Ask me, tracking down Lou should be the priority.

-He hurting. -Yeah, and that right there

is exactly your brother's problem, Marvin.

He a fucking distraction from the business at hand.

Lou needs us.

No, what he need is to shut the fuck up.

He do that, we good.

Meanwhile, you need to keep your eyes

on the fucking prize.

You so busy worried about every other motherfucker

that you ain't even thinking about yourself.

You still like getting paid, right?

Well, I'm trying to help you help you, nigga.

Let's get this money.

I'm coming home right after work, Shareta.

Soon.

I'll call you when I leave.

I love you too.

She loves me when I'm at work.

Soon as I get home, it's like I ran over

her favorite fucking puppy.

That's why I don't have a wife... or a dog.

So listen.

Feds would have my ass if they knew

I was sharing this with you,

but I figure you're gonna be

sitting in this seat soon enough,

so you should be fully informed of what's headed your way.

Marvin Thomas is checking off a whole lot of boxes

in this investigation.

We have him linked to the Boselli crew,

and tenants at Baisley and the Forties

placed him in both locations.

So you're gonna need to hit the ground running

when you take over here.

If I were you, I'd start shaking the trees out there,

seeing what else you can get on this guy.

These feds, they want this shit to be over and done with.

And believe me, you want the same.

Good looking out, Ogden.

NYPD against the world, Howard.

Yo, uh, Lou around?

Famous, right?

-Yeah. -Yeah, Lou's not here.

But, uh... he left this for you.

That's your song... and it's good.

It's really good.

Thank you.

Well, um, do you know when Lou will be back?

Uh, sounds like he's gonna be gone for a while.

Well, how long's a while?

Well, Lou's figuring some things out,

and that's gonna take as long as it takes,

but, uh, I think we're talking days,

maybe even weeks.

Fuck.

For real?

Yeah.

Well...

I appreciate you passing me this.

I'm a fan of yours, Famous.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

Yo, um,

you think I could-- I don't know--

use the studio while Lou's gone?

Maybe record some shit?

Y-you--it's-it's not really my equipment to loan out.

But, you know, I'm-I'm betting that Lou

would want you to keep honing your craft while he's gone.

Why not?

But nothing in this world is free, my friend.

So we're gonna make a fair trade, you and me.

You can use the studio,

but you're gonna have to help me out around here.

Doing what?

Dishes, cleaning up, moving stuff around.

Word.

And...

by "word," you mean we have an agreement?

No doubt.

All right.

Does your cousin ever ask about me?

Me and Juke ain't really speaking right now.

I just wouldn't ever want her to come between us.

I mean, me and her aren't friends.

Who the fuck is that?

Fuck.

You're making my job harder, Kanan,

and that's not something you wanna do.

Your mother called me to say that you're not living at home.

I couldn't have been clearer: the only thing standing

between you and a stint in a boys' home

is your strict adherence to the guidelines you agreed to.

I'm still living at home.

I just spend time here every once in a while.

And I fell asleep a couple times

and didn't make it back to the crib.

That's all.

You've got 24 hours to return home.

If you're not there by then, the next time you see me,

I'll be accompanied by the police,

who will place you under arrest.

Understood?

What was that?

That's my mother's bullshit.

Just like always.

Put it all on Pot o' Gold in the third at Aqueduct.

Pot o' Gold?

That's the slowest horse on here.

Shit, that horse is the very definition of also-ran.

But you always supposed to place bets on the horses

with precious metals in they name.

And what the fuck is a also-ran?

Also-ran are horses that don't do shit.

Now, they got horses that win, place, or show,

and then they got everyone else, also-rans.

Hmm, sounds like all them other bitches

you was fucking with before me.

-Uh, okay, touché. -Mm.

Speaking of thoroughbreds...

...Raquel Thomas in the house.

Raq.

Snaps.

Pop.

Pull up a chair.

Look at you, all grown and sexy, girl.

Shit, I remember you in pigtails,

jumping rope in front of your parents' house.

I need y'all to step away from my son.

Kanan just trying to show out for his mama.

He ain't about that work.

He need to be left alone.

My wife and I were never blessed

with having children of our own,

but we are certainly sympathetic

to the complicated relationship between a parent and child.

Kanan's a good boy.

I know what he is, and I know what he isn't.

And this shit with y'all, it ain't him.

Now, I don't know where you're getting

your information from, because...

he's just an associate of an associate.

And, you know, he's barely an acquaintance of ours.

We ain't got business with Kanan.

Y'all fucking with Ronnie.

Ronnie and Kanan, they working together.

We fronted that awkward-ass nigga some money, that's all.

I ain't jumping rope no more.

Fuck's that mean?

Mean that I ain't playing games.

Now I know y'all not gon' tell me who's supplying him,

and I ain't even asking.

But I'm just telling you to stay the fuck away from Kanan.

Now, look, I'm the biggest believer

in that "it takes a village to raise a child" shit.

But Pop and I, we ain't in Kanan's village.

And you ain't in our league, Raq.

Well, you see me sitting here.

You don't see who's standing behind me.

Who you talking about?

Stefano?

Pop got that dago motherfucker his first taste

of some Black pussy back when you was still

fucking with double Dutch.

And them guineas,

they love them some Black girls, always have.

Probably why he fucking with you in the first place,

'cause you definitely his type.

Now, Stefano is only standing by you

until we tell him to sit the fuck down.

So now, you see, you're functioning

from a flawed premise.

Somehow it got in your head that, uh, we answer to you,

that Pop and me are like that gaggle of niggas

you got out there working,

who need you to get paid.

But Pop and me

been paid and stayed paid.

You're forgetting that that track,

the one that you hustling from,

the very place of your fucking business,

we paved with our blood, sweat, and tears.

But you come swishing up in here

with your Gucci this and Chanel that

and that good Indian hair

and you think all that gonna move us in some way?

That shit is just some spoils of wars

that we fought a long time ago, girl,

treasures from castles we stormed.

Understand, when you're talking to us,

you're talking to the ancestors,

the forefathers, and the fore-bearers

all at the same fucking time.

We made the game, Raquel.

You know, everybody, they always claim

that they invented this shit.

They was the first through the fucking door.

But you see, the motherfuckers who really matter,

they the last to leave,

the niggas who turn out the lights.

You got no business fucking with my son.

Stay away from him.

Our shit with Ronnie worth all this?

This just stopped being about Ronnie

the moment that she came strolling in here,

telling us what to do.

This shit is about us now.

And nobody fucks with us.

He's drunk.

Let's get him. Come on.

You all right, man?

Looks like you've been drinking.

Looks like you need to shut the fuck up.

Yeah, we'll be on our way

soon as you give us that wallet and watch.

Come on.

What, you gonna cut me, nigga?

Yeah, I'm thinking about it, yeah.

Come on, then.

Do it.

The fuck you waiting on?

Do the damn thing.

Yo, what the fuck? You need inspiration or something?

Shit.

Come on!

Where you going? Let's go!

Fuck me up!

Bitch-ass motherfuckers.

Can't even roll a nigga right.

That's her.

She ain't gonna bother you no more.

You Jukebox, right?

Who the fuck are you?

You ain't making rehearsal today.

Hell nah, bitch.

This is uncomfortable for me, Pernessa.

You know, you and me, we got into it.

But we good.

We straight.

And that's how I like shit to stand in my life.

I ain't the one to circle back, not in my business,

not in my life, but... this is about my son.

So it's different.

And I ain't got nowhere to turn but you.

Ronnie is messing with Kanan.

And that's a real problem for me.

I need to find out where they getting they work from.

Look, I get that you trying to protect your son,

but I'm trying to protect mines too.

And the best way for me to do that

is to stay as far away from Ronnie as possible.

And I don't think about him.

I don't want him thinking about me.

I mean, Ronnie got his own life now.

He's got his girl.

We--I mean...

this has nothing to do with me and my son,

which is how I want it.

Ronnie got a girl?

I mean, I don't know if they're official or whatever,

but, um,

that bitch from the bodega was at my house with him

the other day, and they was getting into something,

which is nasty.

How long that been going on?

You know what? I'm sorry. I gotta go pick up Jerome.

I don't got nothing else to say to you.

Stay safe.

Y'all start warming up.

I could sit in for Jukebox until she gets here--

if she gets here.

She'll be here.

We'll give her two more minutes.

I know all her steps and verses.

Yeah, I bet you do.

Sorry, train was late.

Don't wanna hear it.

No excuses!

Sorry.

What the hell happened to you?

Tripped and fell.

Take your places.

Your punk-ass friends went home with some lumps.

They ain't shit,

and neither are you.

Yo, you okay?

I'm straight.

Cue the track.

Who are you?

Don't let me stop y'all.

Just act like I ain't here.

What is this? What are you doing?

Just grabbing some memories for your wife.

Keepsakes and shit.

-Thank you, sweetheart. -Mm-hmm.

You're working with him?

He pays more than you.

You need to treat that young girl better, man.

What do you want?

My sister and I wanna work with you, Terry.

But if I don't agree to your terms,

you'll tell my wife.

Oh, I ain't gonna tell her shit.

I'm just gonna show her some stuff.

I don't know that what you are saying is true.

I bet you do, though.

I bet if you really think about it, you really do.

I'm guessing that all of a sudden,

Juliana is affording nicer shit.

And I'm guessing that you and her

ain't connected like you was before.

Taking phone calls she don't want you to hear,

pushing back on you in ways that she didn't used to.

She going around you, Joaquin.

Cut her own deal.

She did it to me, and now she done it to you.

I hated Gabriel.

Her husband.

But after he was gone,

Juliana changed, hmm.

In ways I didn't expect.

She ain't changed.

This who she always been.

She just needed her man out the way

so that she could be her real self.

I'll have to confirm what you are saying with my own people

before I would give you my approval.

Do what you gotta do.

Then I'ma do what I gotta do.

So Bulletproof Records.

You don't need to know about that.

It's part of Jukebox's story, Marvin.

She recorded a song on that label,

and Bulletproof was also owned

or at least partially owned by your family.

Let's move on, Gerald.

Mmm.

Did you know about the alleged connection

between Bulletproof Records and, um--

and the Mafia?

Where you hear that?

I have a friend on the NYPD

who told me there might have been a relationship

between Bulletproof Records and organised crime.

Are you talking to the police about me?

You out your damn mind?

You told me you write about entertainment and arts.

What's any of that got to do with the NYPD?

It doesn't have anything to do with the police.

It's just that in the course of my research on Jukebox,

I dug up some of the stuff about the record label

and the attack on your family.

This piece is a profile on your daughter.

Her family and her experiences are important background.

I'm just doing my job.

Them questions ain't your job.

You gotta stay between the lines, you know?

You all over the place,

just like your daddy.

You remind me of myself when I signed up:

nervous but raring to go.

You're gonna do great.

You're gonna be great.

I'll be in touch, huh?

Well, well, well, if it isn't Private Thomas.

You got a minute, Sergeant Healey?

Of course.

Let me guess:

cold feet?

What if I wanted to back out?

You signed a contract,

which means you made a commitment.

The armed forces take commitments very seriously.

What happened to you wanting to get out of New York

as soon as possible?

I'm not for sure backing out.

I just wanted to know if I could.

Mm, like everything else,

getting out is a lot harder than getting in.

It's something we need to really discuss.

You made a promise

to the United States of America, Laverne.

I know you don't wanna break a promise to your country.

My country broke a whole lot of promises to me.

It promised you freedom,

and it's delivered on that promise.

Right.

I'll get at you later, Sergeant Healey.

Ooh, I'm gonna get to the castle first.

This is gonna be the first time that I've ever won.

You're not gonna win, because you stink at "Candy Land."

Hey, we gotta take a quick break, okay?

I'm gonna be right back.

The card is one orange.

Tell us something good about Marvin Thomas, Gerald.

Tell us something that helps our investigation.

Or you're gonna be playing board games with your kids

in the visitors' room at Sing Sing.

You always gonna be that scared little bitch

selling loosies at the corner store to me.

Don't matter how much you paid.

You still that mousy-ass broad

who got knocked around by her man

and needed me to save her.

My cousin will have your head.

Joaquin knows I'm here.

I have money.

I can pay you.

Fuck you and your money, Juliana.

This shit between you and me

is way bigger than dollars and cents.

This right here is about knowing that I win

every fucking day.

That nobody beat me.

Thing is,

I do lose sometimes, though.

Everybody does.

But when I do...

...I live in that shit.

I hold it.

I take it with me everywhere I go.

Tss, I damn near love it

because I wanna feel it.

I wanna know it.

See, I wanna do all of that so I can get better

at this shit, Juliana.

See, I learn from my mistakes, Juliana,

so that when I come back--

because I always come back--

I know how to correct what I fucked up

the first time around.

And that's all this is.

A correction.

No!

Revenge ain't about business.

Revenge don't move work,

don't get you paid.

Ain't no good reason for it,

except that it feels right, it feels good.

And that shit is reason enough for me.