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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 wildin' 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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