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Previously on Raising Kanan...

You got our money or not?

The only reason this
motherfucker's still breathing

is 'cause he said
you were good for it.

I've been working with
the FBI. I'm an informant.

Everything you've done,
you've done for yourself.

You ain't shit.

- No chance this was a hit?
- Nah.

Killing himself was
probably the smartest thing

this asshole's done in years.

The army? For real?

I just want you
to be happy, Juke.

And if you can find that
happiness in the army,

go find it.

But if it's here singing
on that stage, do that.

♪ I know you know We're honest ♪

♪ I'd give the world to you ♪

Laverne, I'm Special
Agent Preston Tanner

from the Federal Bureau
of Investigation.

I got into a lot
of stupid shit, Ma.

If we do this, it's you and me.

Your cousin isn't involved,
and no one else can know.

Tell him to go to work.

Your mother is
good at this work.

So am I.

You got no business
fuckin' with my son.

He's just an associate
of an associate.

It's not good for people
to see us together.

She goin' around you, Joaquin.

Cut her own deal.
She did it to me,

and now she done it to you.

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

before I would give
you my approval.

I know how to correct
what I fucked up

the first time around.

And that's all this is.

A correction.

Your moms is fuckin'
with our investment.

She need to be handled.

My daughter was set up,
Captain, by Malcolm Howard.

He orchestrated
this whole thing.

And if you did that,
who knows what else...

Seems to be some sort of
link between Marvin Thomas,

Detective Burke,
Detective Howard.

What can you tell us
about Detective Howard?

Are he and your dad friends?

He ain't friends with cops.

Are you planning
on paying or not?

Lou out here wild in' again.
I need an assist finding him.

Problem shot himself.

She's trying to kill me,
man. Don't let her kill me.

Get him in the car.

We love you, Lou.

Then how you doing
me like this, man?

You did it to yourself.

♪ I'm a hustler, baby
I'm a hustler, baby ♪

♪ 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' ♪

♪ And it's all right ♪

♪ 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 ♪

Used to think death be easy.

And it is for the
nigga who gone.

But for the people
they leave behind,

that shit hard as hell.

Every time they think
of who they lost

they feel it all over again.

And it don't stop until
they're gone theyselves.

And then that shit
start all over again

for who they left behind.

That's the thing about dying.

The shit don't ever end.

You know? 'Cause...

I ain't never
believed in this shit,

and I sure as hell
ain't gonna start now.

I mean, it ain't no different
than when they tell you

in church to pray your
damn problems away.

Speakin' all this shit out loud

don't do nothin'
but give it life,

make it realer than
it actually is.

You don't believe in therapy?

Well, I've been
through the same shit

as my baby brother here.

Maybe even worse.

But you don't see me drownin'
in no fuckin' bottle.

Just so I'm clear,
what did you think

was gonna happen
when you brought Lou

to Cedar Shores two weeks ago?

Did you think we were
just gonna sober him up

and then send him home?

Well, I dropped him off
here so y'all could fix him.

I ain't really think about
how you was gonna do it.

I mean, that's
your job, not mine.

I'm not a repairman, Ms. Thomas.

The only one who
can fix Lou is Lou.

I can listen to him, share
some of my thoughts with him.

But he has to do the work.

It's his journey, not mine.

Well, then you overpaid,
'cause on the weekly,

this shit costs more
than a Caribbean cruise.

This ain't no fuckin' cruise.

But you right

when you say that when we
speaking this shit out loud,

you make it real.

That's the whole fuckin' point.

Can't get at somethin'
if it ain't real.

Can't see it or know
it or fuck with it

until you accept

that the shit exists.

And the only way to do that is
to speak it from your mouth,

to put it out in the world
so you can hear yourself.

Not everything meant to go
out into the world, Lou.

Some shit needs to stay close.

I'm speakin' on feelings, Raq.

My feelings.

Shit that belong to me.

Shit that matter to me.

This nigga got feelings, now.

You don't have feelings?

Of course I got feelings.

But, see, I don't get to
roll around in them like Lou.

And yet you're angry.

Maybe even slightly outraged.

Because it don't ever
seem to end with him.

What if I told you
that anger is simply

a manifestation of hurt?

That we get angry
because we hurt?

Sounds like your anger
different from mine,

'cause I ain't hurt.

I'm just over all
of this bullshit.

I mean, I thought you
brought me in here

to talk about my brother.

Why the hell we in
here talkin' about me?

I'm a'ight. Nobody
need to worry about me.

The question is, how are
we gettin' him right?

It wasn't me who brought
you here, Ms. Thomas.

It was your brother.

We asked Lou who in his
life meant the most to him,

who he wanted to talk to.

And he said you.

You're here because your
brother wanted you here.

Because, according to Lou,

you're the most important
person in his life.

And he important to me too.

Look, that's my baby brother.

I held him in my arms
the day that he was born.

You my heart, Lou.

Okay, you always been my heart.

Though I walk through

the valley of the
shadow of death,

I will fear no evil,
for thou art with me.

Thy rod and thy staff,
they comfort me.

Thou prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies.

Thou anoint my head...

That's your fault
there, you know.

You killed Gerald.

He was tore up about you and
the people you were hurtin',

so he killed himself.

Fuck you.

His little girl is
going into foster care.

No family member is
willing to take her.

Gonna be a rough
life for that kid.

Like y'all give a fuck.

Gerald wasn't made for
what y'all had him doin',

but you didn't care.

You was too focused
on trying to set me up

for some shit I didn't do.

Just because Gerald's gone

doesn't mean we're
done with you.

Y'all better as
fake-ass drug dealers

than you are as real Feds.

See you around, Marvin.

Fuckin' asshole.

♪ Growing up can be a pain ♪

♪ You're not a man
Until you come of age ♪

So are we, like, boyfriend
and girlfriend now?

We kickin' it.

I mean,

you were saying before
we had to keep shit quiet

'cause of Jukebox and you
not wantin' to mess up Butta.

But now that N'Kiyah is sayin'

she don't think the group's
gonna work out anyway,

seems like we don't need
to be a secret no more.

Oh, look, Krystal.

I'm not tryin' to talk
about all this right now.

I got a whole lot of other
shit I'm dealing with.

So I just wanna blaze
this blunt and relax.

My period's late, Kanan.

I shouldn't even
be talkin' to you.

I called you every day
for the last two weeks,

just to see how you were, and
you couldn't even call me back

to let me know you were alive.

Then you hit me up this morning
asking me to meet you here,

and I cancel all my plans.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, you should be.

Are you okay?

You mean what
happened at the mall?

Police was just pushin' up on
me and my family, that's all.

That's not what I asked you.

I asked if you are okay.

I should have called you.

I just didn't know what to say.

Being taken out of
there like that,

shit was mad embarrassing.

You don't ever got to be
embarrassed around me, Juke.

None of what happened
was about me.

It's my family.

I know.

And I know who you are.

I love who you are.

For real?

But you was with Kanan.

I didn't ever feel like you
liked me like that at all.

Look, I don't know
if I'd be sure

about any other girls.

And I think maybe I did all
of that with Kanan 'cause...

I have feelings about you
that I didn't understand

maybe that even
scared me a little.

But this is real, Juke.

How much longer they saying
you got to be in here?

Couple more weeks, at least.

Could be longer if they
think I'm not ready.

Appreciate you footing the bill.

Marvin kickin' in too.

He care about you... a lot.

I do too.

Look, I'm sorry, Lou,

for all the shit
I done and I said,

all the ways I fucked up.

Maybe it's like that
doctor said in there.

Maybe I got angry
'cause I was hurt.

Felt like I was losing you,

and that shit was
painful for me.

So I got mad.

I don't want to lose you.

You know, some of the things

you've been sayin'
to me been right.

I'm a grown man.

My decisions is mine.

My choices, all on me.

And I gotta figure out
how to live with that.

'Cause all the
shit that I've done

adding up to be
more than I can pay.

Can't write those
checks no more.

You just let me write
those checks, baby brother.

You just take care of yourself.

You too.

Cap,

I don't know what you and
Tanner think y'all know,

but making me have my
union rep in the room?

Feels like we overdoin' it.

Yeah, we doin' everything

by the book, Detective Howard,

which is clearly not
your strong suit,

and a big part of the reason
you sittin' here right now.

What do you know about
Gerald Moore, Detective?

I have no idea who that is.

He was a CI.

He was working the Marvin
Thomas investigation.

He died from an
overdose two weeks ago.

The circumstances
were suspicious.

Please don't tell me you think
I had anything to do with that.

I may have sounded the alarm
on Burke, but that's all I did.

There is no deeper,
darker conspiracy here.

And yet, the more we dig,

the deeper and darker the hole
you're in gets, Detective.

According to James Bingham,

you reached out to
him, and not just that.

He says that you told
him to go to IAD,

and that you explicitly
implicated Burke

in the distribution
of illegal narcotics

and the death of his daughter.

And I'm gonna stop
this right here,

Captain Baptiste.

I think Detective Howard
and I need to compare notes.

And when I'm fully informed,

we'll figure out the
best way to proceed.

Nah, man. Fuck that.

I done put too many
years into this job

to have my name
dragged through the mud

tryin' to protect
this department.

I'm going to be completely
honest with you,

Detective Howard.

I could give a fuck
about your partner

or this girl on
the Upper East Side

or even the NYPD.

What I need to understand

is why you neglected to tell me

that you had a connection
to Marvin Thomas.

Because as far as I'm concerned,

if you have a connection
to Marvin Thomas,

you have a connection
to organized crime,

which makes you a suspect
in our investigation.

Tanner,

I ain't got nothing to
do with them Italians.

What can you tell us
about Louis Thomas,

Marvin's younger brother?

Because it's just
come to our attention

that you put out the word
that you were looking for him

a couple weeks back.

So I'm really gonna
put my foot down

and say we're done here.

Detective Howard and
I are gonna talk.

I'll reach out when
we have more to say.

I'm in the middle of an
active investigation.

And right now, Detective
Howard is the best

and only lead we have.

You've got two days
to get back to us.

I'm gonna need your gun and
your shield, Detective Howard.

Cap, we're gonna
figure this all out.

There's no need...

You're on modified
duty, Detective.

It's only temporary.

Two days, Detective Howard.

We don't hear from you by then,

we issue a warrant
for your arrest.

As of right now, I have not
received a target letter

from the FBI, which doesn't mean

they're not circling the wagons,

but it does suggest that
they don't have enough

to build a case around yet.

First, they had that CI on me.

And now they tracking
me, pressin' up on me.

These Feds tryin' to
put shit together, man.

But as you and I
discussed before,

you didn't divulge anything
to their informant.

Wasn't shit to divulge.
I ain't do nothin'.

If you'd like, I could
shake the trees a little bit

over at the bureau.

Go shake they fuckin' trees.

And while you're doin' that,
let these motherfuckers know

they barkin' up the wrong one.

Fuck.

Children, come here!

When you go?

Next week.

Can't believe you're
just telling me this now.

Most of my family
don't even know yet.

You can still get out of
it, though, if you want.

I can.

But I think I'm gonna go.

When shit was goin'
right with the group,

I thought I'd change my mind.

But not no more.

So what does this
mean for you and me?

I didn't even know there was
a you and me until today.

Now you do.

Now I do.

As long as I'm here,

all this shit with my family

is never gonna let me go, Iesha.

It's always gonna be
there waitin' to fuck up

all the shit I care about,

including you.

And I can't let that happen.

I can't never feel safe here.

You might be the only person
to join the army to feel safe.

I'ma wait for you, then, Juke.

You won't.

And I wouldn't want you to.

But hearing you
say that just now

means a lot.

Yo, K. You in there?

Yo, it's me. It's Fame.

Open up.

Fuck you want, man?

I'm just checkin' on you,
makin' sure you all right.

Why the fuck wouldn't
I be all right, Fame?

You don't know?

Someone tried to hit Raq,
K. A fuckin' drive-by.

The fuck you talkin' about, man?

Down on Guy Brewer. She
was stopped at a light.

Niggas started blasting on her.

I heard she got away,
but I ain't know

if she was good or not.

That crazy motherfucker.

I don't know nothin'
about none of that, so

mm.

So you're not aware
of any relationship

between your brother
and Detective Howard?

Marvin don't fuck
with no police.

I don't neither.

But we heard that Howard
was looking for you.

That he spread the word
around the precinct

that if any police
officers bumped into you,

that they should let him know.

Never heard that,

and I don't believe it anyway.

But if he was looking for me,
he sure as hell never found me.

You know, we're still
trying to figure out

how your recording studio
ended up being a target

for the Boselli crew.

Ain't no mystery.

My business partner
was in over his head,

didn't pay what he owed.

The conveniently
dead Crown Camacho.

Yeah, we moved off
of him a while back.

Look.

Truth is, I don't remember
much from the last six months,

which is why we sitting here
talking in a fucking rehab.

And I got my own shit
I'm trying to figure out

right now, so

unless you want to go through
them 12 steps with me,

ain't really shit
left to talk about.

Fair enough, Mr. Thomas.

Before we go, though,
just out of curiosity,

a facility like this
can be pretty pricey.

Who's covering the cost for you?

You saying I don't look like

I can afford all
this, Agent Tanner?

In my experience, most
addicts aren't exactly frugal.

I drink the cheap shit.

It was Ronnie. No question.

It's all over the street.

He ain't happy you
cut off his supply.

No shit.

But Ronnie workin' with Kanan.

Yeah, I don't need
you to tell me

who Ronnie workin' with, Marvin.

Kanan would never do
nothin' like this, though.

Not to his mother.

Sometimes we save our worst

for the niggas we love the most.

We not gonna blaze on Ronnie.

We're not gettin' into no war

with my son in the
other fuckin' trench.

This shit between us got
to be a conversation,

at least to start.

Look, I need you to
step to Snaps and Pop.

Get this parley going.

If you gonna take the
shot, you can't miss.

It wasn't me shootin'.

Which is exactly the
fuckin' point, nigga.

Lone Ranger didn't send
Tonto to do his wet work.

He handled his own business.

Nah, man, Ronnie!

Yo!

You ain't never say nothing
about hittin' my moms.

She came at us. I went at her.

Except we partners, nigga.

You would never make that
sort of decision on your own.

And I told you not to
ever fuck with my family.

You don't tell me
shit, lil' boy.

All right.

Let's not lose our
heads, brothers.

We're still on the same team.

This nigga think
he callin' plays.

Hey, Raq's okay.

No harm, no foul.

This ain't what you
think it is, nigga.

And I ain't who you think I am.

Lou's just out of town
for a minute, Mr. Gelfand.

Yeah, he took a small vacation.

But I-I told him all about you.

He's down to meet as
soon as he gets back.

Word.

Word. I'll hit you
when he gets home.

Thanks again, Mr. Gelfand.

Lou couldn't have picked a
worse time to be a damn drunk.

Police!

- What the fuck?
- Don't move.

- Don't move.
- Police.

- Shawn! No!
- What the fuck is going on?

No, no! I ain't do shit!

Please, leave my son alone.

- He's just a child!
- Yo, tell me what I did.

Tell me what the fuck I did.
You got the wrong person.

We got a warrant for
your son's arrest.

- He's wanted for murder.
- Murder? What the fuck?

This is bullshit! I
ain't even do nothin'.

Y'all some mistaken
identity bullshit.

Come on. Move it.

This is extortion or
entrapment or something.

- Move.
- Get the fuck off of me.

I'm a fitful sleeper, Pop.

You've known this since
we first shared a bed.

You know, when you're thrashing

all around trying to
find that right position,

it wakes me up.

Meanwhile, you sleeping
like a fuckin' baby.

Well, you know why
I rest so well?

- Why?
- Because I'm so damn tired

of hearin' all your bullshit
about how you sleep.

Marvin Thomas.

Boy, if you was anymore
chocolatey and delicious,

I'd swear I'd have
to lick my fingers.

Where Ronnie Mathis at?

Contrary to popular belief,
I am not my brother's keeper.

No idea where Ronnie is.

This shit don't have
to get stupid, Snaps.

We can figure it out
without nobody gettin' hurt.

I'm a big believer
in diplomacy, Marvin.

But for that to
work, one has to have

willing negotiating partners
sitting across from each other.

And I'm not convinced
that Ronnie or your sister

are in a negotiating
state of mind.

They both hotheads.

I'm here because Raq don't
want this to go no further

than it has already

especially with Kanan involved.

She put down that
Colombian bitch

that was gettin'
him his product,

and he agitated about that.

Sadly, I... I don't think
that a little conversation

is gonna remedy this situation.

You know where this goes next.

Oh.

Yeah, I do.

Uh-uh.

You still a fine specimen of
a Black man, Marvin Thomas.

This shit about to be
a world fuckin' war.

Not for Switzerland, it's not.

And we Switzerland.

Until we're not.

I told him you wasn't
takin' visitors,

but he say he police.

So you're not worried
about nobody watchin'?

Since when you comin' to
my front door like this?

Since I ain't got
shit else to lose.

God damn. You
expectin' somebody?

It's for the niggas
I'm not expectin'.

Yo, the jig is up, Raq.

They finally puttin'
two and two together

and they seein' it
ain't adding up.

They comin' for us.

They comin' for us, or
they comin' for you?

Me and you is one and the same.

We family.

We tighter than family.

We co-conspirators
up in this shit.

We only got one chance
to get out from under it.

Truth is, I don't even know
if I can save myself entirely,

but it'll get you and
Kanan out the crosshairs.

Marvin gotta take the fall.

You really tryin' to fight
for this fuckin' country?

I mean, these niggas
is going to war

over shit that ain't even
got nothin' to do with.

Ain't no different
on the Southside.

They don't put girls on
the front line, anyway.

The army, though, Juke?

For real?

Shit, they gonna bury me
right here on the Southside.

I ain't never leavin'.
I'm a'ight with that.

I'm not.

Look, I hit you up 'cause

I wanted to tell
you face-to-face

I have nothing to do
with all that shit

that happened with Raq.

That's something
she'd do, not me.

And, shit, just so you know,

I guess you could tell her
I'm-I'm done with Ronnie.

I can't fuck with that
nigga no more, man.

He's crazy, too
crazy, even for me.

But that don't mean
me and Raq cool.

- Not at all.
- Look, Kanan.

I said it before.
I'ma say it again.

I-I'm not the one to tell you
that all she done ain't wrong.

That's not my place.

And you know I don't believe
all that shit anyway.

But she love you
more than anything.

Not more than herself.

You're the most important
person to her, Kanan.

You gotta be fuckin'
kiddin' me with this shit.

I know Ronnie had a...

I knew this van was Ronnie!

I know Ronnie's
behind this shit!

I pay you twice the...

Fuck! Fuck.

Get the fuck off of me, man!

It looks real shitty
for you, Shawn.

Real shitty.

Last week,

your mother turned in a handgun
that she found in your room.

Ma, what the fuck?

I found it in your closet.

I-I got scared and I
didn't know what to do.

You don't turn it in
to the fuckin' police!

It's not her fault.

In fact, from where I'm sitting,

your mother's the
hero of this story.

She not only got an unlicensed
firearm off the street,

but she also helped
to solve a cold case.

Which is where you
come in, Shawn.

Yo, I never even used that gun.

I just bought it off some guy
on the street for protection.

I never fired a gat in
my life. Word is bond.

As we always do when a
firearm is turned in,

we ran a ballistics
check on the pistol

your mother found in your
possession, and, uh...

Guess what we discovered, Shawn?

Your gun's ballistics
matches the weapon

that killed one
Frederic Williams.

Street name: Freddie Wilds.

I ain't have shit
to do with that.

Swear to God, Ma, I
never killed nobody.

My son is not a murderer.

Do you know that
your son was detained

on another matter
outside the location

where this murder occurred?

That was a different
day and time.

Freddie was still alive then.

Ma, you gotta get me a lawyer.
They tryin' to throw me

in the pen for some
shit I ain't even do.

Take it from us. Lawyers
only complicate things.

We can get you a much better
deal than any lawyer can.

- Right, Peng?
- Absolutely.

I want a lawyer for my son.

Yo, you actin' like
we got options.

We don't. The math
is real easy on this.

It's either Marvin or
it's you, me, and Kanan.

Well, you and mine's
math different, nigga.

You adding shit up all wrong.
The Feds on you, not me.

Yo, Raquel.

Everything I done was to
protect you and the kid.

Every lie I told...

Every crime I covered up...

Every body I dropped.

Yeah.

I got bodies on me for this.

And it was all for you,
Kanan, and your family.

You and that boy
is the worst thing

that ever happened to me.

And to think that, for a minute,

I thought he was gonna
save my sorry ass,

make me a better man,
let me leave this world

a little better
than how I found it.

Now all I'm tryin'
to do is avoid

the fuckin' electric chair.

And it's all because of you,

'cause I was stupid enough
to get tangled up with you.

But that's what
happens to everybody

that get near you, huh?

You know, sometimes
I really wish

I was like the rest of y'all,

puttin' all my shit
on everybody else,

tellin' myself that my
problems ain't mine,

blamin' another
nigga for everything

that's wrong in my life.

Bad enough that everybody
put all they shit on me.

But that's not the worst of it.

The crazy thing is, is
that the same motherfuckers

who always blaming me for
every fuckin' problem they got

is the same nigga
who always want me

to fix they shit for them.

Thing I don't get is, is
how the fuck y'all figure

that I'm the problem
and the answer

at the same time?

Raq, it's Kanan.

I haven't really
asked you about it

because I wanted
to give you time

to really process it and
understand it for yourself,

but do you feel like
you got some clarity

from your sister's visit?

I can't get no clarity
from nobody but myself.

Hmm.

What's that clarity
look like to you?

Look like me.

I'm Lou Thomas from
Southside Jamaica, Queens.

I mean, you're more
than that, Lou.

FBI came here to talk to me.

I heard.

And lookin' at them
made me realize.

I ain't never gonna be
more than I've been.

And who I've been

that's who I'm always gonna be.

We talkin' in front of him now?

He ain't shit.

- Don't worry about him.
- Appreciate that.

- But he the police.
- Not no more, he ain't.

It was Ronnie.

Kanan even said it when
they was takin' him.

This motherfucker.

Look, if Ronnie
wanted to kill Kanan,

he'd be dead already.

Which means he wants
something from you.

- What's he want?
- Everything.

Where is this lawyer at?

- When he gonna get here?
- Soon.

Shawn,

I'm your mother.

I need you to tell me the truth.

- Did you...
- No, I didn't!

This is what they do.
They fuckin' with me.

They-they-they get in your
head and they just twist it

around and around
until you don't even

know your own name anymore.

But you told me that

you had done bad things,

things that you couldn't change.

Yeah, but I didn't kill anybody!

Mrs. Figueroa, Shawn.

I'm Captain Baptiste,

and this is Agent Preston Tanner

from the Federal Bureau
of Investigation.

So they bring in
a Fed to scare me

so I could cop to
some shit I ain't do.

It's not in anyone's
best interest

to have you confess to a
crime you didn't commit.

I want you to know that
we're all too aware that when

unfortunate things
like this happen,

there are often
extenuating circumstances,

that things aren't
always as they seem.

What does that mean?

It means that our victim,
Frederic Williams,

had a lengthy criminal
record that included

multiple arrests
for armed robbery.

It wouldn't surprise anyone

if self-defense
was involved here.

So you're saying that
my son could have been

- protecting himself.
- Exactly.

But I wasn't protecting myself
'cause I didn't do shit, Ma.

We can help you, Shawn. But
you need to help yourself.

It's come to our attention
that when you were detained

outside the victim's apartment
building at an earlier date,

you ultimately came into contact

with Detective Malcolm Howard,
who assisted in securing

your release without the
filing of any charges.

We'd like to know
more about that.

Shawn, tell them
what they wanna know.

I wanna talk to a lawyer.

Where he at? Where the
fuck is my lawyer at?

You sure do keep some
strange company, Raq.

I ain't here as police.
I'm just here as a friend.

You must be really lonely

if you makin' friends
with police now.

He here 'cause I
told him to be here,

'cause I don't want shit to get
stupider than it already has.

I want my son back safe.

We ain't got your son.

But you know who does.

And we know you know
what the fuck he want.

We can neither confirm
nor deny any knowledge

of Kanan's whereabouts.

Look, I'm here as a friend

until y'all get me
feeling unfriendly.

Then I turn into something else.

Tell us what Ronnie
wants for the boy.

He want what Raq took from him:

Her connect and her business.

And a sizable sum of United
States-issued currency

thrown in for good measure.

How much?

Five.

That cruddy-ass
nigga want $500,000?

Uh-huh. Well, you
know what they say.

Kids are expensive.

You got that kind of
cash lying around?

It ain't liquid like that,

but I think I know
where I can get it.

You gonna have to stand down

for this part,
though, Detective.

Maybe you not a cop no
more, but that don't mean

we opening up the books for you.

Nah.

I'ma be there when
you make the drop.

Hey, yo, gettin'
the kid home safe

is probably gonna be the
last good thing I ever do.

And maybe, at the same time,

I can make sure you
don't get dropped.

I'll put out the word
we both comin' through.

Yo, Raq.

We might be able to save Kanan,
but we can't save everybody.

There's still a price
that needs to be paid.

Army training prepares you

for life after the army.

Employers are looking for people

who work well under
pressure, are team players,

and are highly-motivated.

Get an edge on life.

Army. Be all you can...

Not for nothing.

Little late for visitors.

But for you, I'm gonna...

I'll make an exception.

What can I say? I
got a little crush.

I'm flattered.

Look, I need you to front
me some cash, Stefano.

Huh.

That's a lot of money.

Well, that's why I'm
putting up my house

and the real estate
I own behind it.

Yeah, yeah, but a

a mini-mall in South Jamaica

is not exactly
Rockefeller Center.

Between the mall and
what I put into my house,

it more than covers what
you'd be fronting me.

You know, a loan this large,

I'm gonna have to lay a
pretty heavy vig on it.

I understand.

I hope your son knows
how much you love him.

Me too.

Okay. Okay.

I'll have the money
delivered within the hour.

Thank you.

Yeah.

What, you think I'ma steal it?

What I think is I
ain't lettin' nobody

hold this money but me.

You can't live your life
never trusting nobody, Raq.

It's been working a'ight so far.

Stop right there. We
gotta pat y'all down.

We'll need to see
in that bag too.

Yo, look all you want,
but the bag stays with us.

Whatever you say, Five-O.

Shit's clean.

He's waiting for
y'all in the back.

Would've never let
no cop come through,

but then Kanan told
me who you are to him.

Scandalous-ass nigga.

Takes one to know one.

We here for the kid,
not the conversation.

I got your money.

Now give me my son.

Can't give you what ain't mines.

Ain't nobody kidnap me, Ma.

Man.

Y'all been played.

You and Ronnie in
on this together?

Well, the apple don't
fall far, I guess.

All I wanted was the
work and the connect.

Kanan wanted the money.

You don't know what
you doing, Kanan.

You don't know.

I do.

Throw that over here.

Shit's all you.

Shit's beach money.

We rich.

What the fuck?

You see this shit?

What happened?

We gotta get the
fuck outta here.

You comin' with us.

The fuck you just do?

What had to be done.

My shit's around the corner.

If you take anything at all

from all this
bullshit, take this.

When you kill a nigga,
make sure he's dead.

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