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Previously on Force...

Chicago ain't like New York.

It ain't about boroughs.
It's about blocks.

So this whole shit is up for grabs.

Whose cocaine is this?

I already told you
the whole fucking story.

You better have.

Do you have more?

I've got somethin'
that'll kick your teeth in

a thousand times over.

- What you got?
- Stick around and find out.

If you're hoping for the Flynn
family experience on this one,

you're not getting it.
It's just you and me.

Being a father was the best thing

that ever happened to me.

Now I don't know
who he is or where he is.

If you want me to be happy, Vic,

then stop trying to buy me

and start standing up for me.

Can you wait for me to figure it out?

- I don't know.
- I thought the whole reason I paid you

was to make my problems go away.

And I'm doing everything I can.

Hey, I want you to meet

these lil' motherfuckers over here, bro.

They some stone-cold killers.

They pull a trigger one time,
and 13 people die.

- A'ight.
- How's that help us?

You want the top seat, D?

Only way to get that shit
is to take it, nigga.

Ain't no comin' back from this, J.

Mm, okay, yeah, well,

it ain't no movin' forward without it.

He really thought
he put your ass out to sleep.

Yeah, and he bought it.

You know this shit gonna cut CBI

straight down the middle, though, right?

When it's all said and done,
they all gon' come with me.

You wanna make a real fuckin' move,

you get Diamond Sampson to the table.

That's it. And we're all good.

I got a meet set.
Me, you, and Walter Flynn.

Twenty years ago,

when you rolled up
on Paulie and his wife.

It wasn't us, and it wasn't me.

'Cause we should just
take your word for that.

A'ight, you know what? I'm out.

What the fuck just happened?

It's called history, new guy.

I never started a fire
I couldn't handle.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

You good?

Yeah, yeah, I'm just, uh...

fuckin' thirsty as a motherfucker.

You got any Gatorade?

- I got Chicago's finest.
- Okay.

Mmm.

Mmm!

You're right, that's really good.

Give me this.

Mm.

Now we good?

Oh, yeah, we good.

Bro, what's your scary ass
lookin' around for, nigga?

His ass probably somewhere meditatin'

on some universally harmonious
shit with his lame ass.

Bro, I don't want him
walkin' in here, a'ight?

Why the fuck can't we
meet somewhere else?

Because it'll look less suspicious

if he does walk in and we already here.

Come on, E.

Bro, it's the big homey
we talkin' about, a'ight?

Most these niggas' pops were soldiers.

And they uncles.

They ain't gonna let you
get away with this.

Well, fuck them. Okay?

I gave up my future for him, E.

I had plans, bro.

College, a whole different life.

- I'm already knowin', though.
- No, nigga, you don't know.

That's what I'm tellin' you.

What I lost,

that shit gone forever.

And I put in work, bro,
15 long motherfuckin' years.

Built somethin' real.

I ain't about to let this nigga

just snatch this shit like it's sweet.

- The fuck?
- Just sayin'.

If you wanna rip that crown
off the king's head, bro,

you better be ready to run through it,

sling that mud.

I'm talkin' about throw the fuck down.

Are you?

Yeah.

Yeah, nigga, I am.

And I need you to be down with me, E.

I need you to set it off, a'ight?

You the only motherfucker I trust, bro.

- You with me?
- I got you, bro, for sure.

- All day.
- My nigga.

- Yo, yo, yo!
- Yeah!

What's goin' on, G?
What's crackin', bro?

What's good, fool?

- Shit, man.
- Chillin', bro.

- My nigga.
- Hey, I'm chillin'.

But look, I can get
into some shit, though.

If you need me, you let me know, a'ight?

Nah, you good, you good.

I do got some work for you, though.

- What's up?
- How many young soldiers

you think you can gather up quick?

Smart niggas, though.

- Smart niggas?
- Yes, smart.

A'ight, let me think.

I got...

Smoke, Hartman.

Cream, super light-skinned
nigga from 94th and Commercial.

His mom's fuckin', um, Albanian.

Albanian? Nigga, albino, okay?

This nigga makin' up
words and shit, man.

This man is crazy.

But hey, ooh, I can get Jumpman, though.

Oh, wait, I can't get Jumpman.

But look, listen to me, okay?

You get they bodies, that's it.

You get they bodies,
I'll take care of they minds.

- We good?
- For sure.

My nigga.

- Got anything to eat?
- No.

I'm hypoglycaemic.

What the fuck does that mean?

If I don't eat, I could die.

Here.

- Gum?
- I just saved your life.

Think you'd be looking
for a way out of here

after your CBI-Flynn deal went ass up.

Ah, Flynn fucked up part of that deal.

But I still got moves
to make with Diamond.

You know those low-rent motherfuckers

from the back of the yards?

Stop.

You don't fuck with the Yardies.

I already did.

They as fucked up at the top

as they are at the bottom?

Yeah, their leader, Zamost,
necklaced a kid

for coming short on a deal.

No one likes a thief.

It was his sister's kid.

Who are we to judge?

You know, why you laying
down tracks here anyway?

Ghost being dead and all,

think you'd wanna stay in New York,

be the motherfucking king of the city.

Instead you're here
searching for fuckin'...

What? Spit it out. What
am I searchin' for, huh?

Scraps.

Scraps? That's how you see this?

You got this shit all backwards.

- I didn't mean...
- Ghost is gone.

New York is over.

This my chance to get mines.

Okay, okay.

You don't wanna fuck with the Yardies?

That's cool. You could tap out.

I'ma handle them.

But what do you think
about Claudia Flynn?

I think if her ass wasn't
born on third base,

she'd be pushing
perfume samples at Macy's

for $12.50 an hour.

Yeah, well, she's not.

She into some shit. She got some dirt.

Nah.

Word is,

Daddy don't let her
anywhere near the product.

Well, let's just find that out.

I want you to follow her,
see where she go.

Track her every move.

I could do that.

I'll give you $12.50 an hour.

That shit's too easy.

Reggie.

Step into my office.

You always know how to make an entrance.

How was Puerto Rico?

It's all fucked up.

What's got you clicking?

Opportunity.

Oh, shit.

I know Walter Flynn hasn't
seen past his fucked-up ways

to let his daughter come out
from behind the table.

He hasn't, and he doesn't know
shit about what I'm doing.

And you're not gonna say shit to anyone,

or I take this opportunity and walk.

Uh...

Hmm.

Oh.

Fuck me in the face.

Where you get this from?

Wrong question.

Right question.

Consider this my preorder.

I don't need to.

I came to you because
you're like family.

But if you bring this up
to Vic or my old man...

You know you're the only Flynn

I fuck with, okay?

♪ Rules are made to be broken... ♪

We good?

I got no beef with you. Sit.

I don't lose sleep over
that shit anymore.

I used to.

But that's his poison.
And I ain't gotta eat it.

Hmm. I don't think I could
be as forgivin' as that.

Just because I forgive
don't mean I forget.

You know what? Just give me a coffee.

The fuck you think you are, Starbucks?

Coffee?

You think we been
workin' over that grill

damn near half our lives
to serve coffee?

Just give him a couple of
those chocolate chip cookies

- that just came out.
- Oh, now we Mrs. motherfuckin' Fields?

Fuck both of you motherfuckers.

You dinin' with the champ.

Eat like one.

And whatever the champ here
is tellin' you about his career,

it's only half the truth.

He ain't told me much.

Well, we seen him
knock out this one Polack,

Labunski, two rows deep.

Landed in his mama's lap,
suckin' his goddamn thumb.

You know what we called that knockout?

Rock-a-bye-baby, bitch!

So you comin' to call in
that marker already?

I am.

There's a way for money to make money.

Did you invite this motherfucker?

Sins of the father aren't
always passed down.

He reached out.

Let's hear what he has to say.

I didn't say you could sit.

I don't believe you had
anything to do with the attack

- on my aunt and uncle.
- And why is that?

- It wasn't CBI's style.
- Go on.

The history of your crew,

the power you have in this city,

you're too smart to make that move.

You wouldn't have done it or ordered it.

You were never a smash-and-grab crew.

Hmm.

Now you can sit.

I've been trying to get my old man

to see that the drug game has changed.

The way to make real
money is to join forces.

- Fuck the borders, forget race.
- That shit is real kumbaya.

But I don't think your
old man is on board.

Well, that's his fuckin' problem.

I came here because
I'd like to work together.

I'm not looking to inherit
something that's crumbling.

A-plus.

I bet you rehearsed that
shit all the way here.

And today you just woke up

and decided to go behind
your daddy's back.

My old man, he thinks what we have,

what we move is sufficient.

It's not.

I'm sick of waiting my turn.

And what's gonna happen
when he find out?

He doesn't need to find out.

Well, secrets bring drama.

Yeah, drama brings problems.

So I'm sure you told Jenard

about this cute fucking brunch
date you two are having?

Ooh. Look at this kid here.

Just whipped it out and dumped it

on the table in front of us.

- What you think?
- I think three's an odd number.

I think that shit gets chopped evenly.

Coffee for me, thanks.

This must be some white boy shit.

I'll just have one of his.

Fuck you will.

Bring any money?

Clean clothes and
your mother's karpatka.

She was up all night makin' it.

Hey.

You wanna help?

Give me money, Pop.

Please.

Dad, I'm sick.

I ain't gonna give you no more money

until you get into rehab, Andrzej.

Please just... help.

Bronx in the '70s ain't
got shit on this place.

My grandmother used to work here

when it used to be a slaughterhouse

before it all closed in '71.

Spray down.

Hosin' guts and shit all day.

She said the smell
in the summer was so bad

that folks over in Indiana
used to complain.

She never did.

Said she couldn't even smell it anymore.

Why the fuck are we
backtracking with the Yardies?

We should be moving forward.

They're a soft target.

They ain't got no real manpower.

And it's a nice cut.

Junkies don't give a fuck
who got they fix

as long as the location don't change.

Same spot, just under
different management.

Bring our product here,

get rid of they trash,

built-in pipeline.

I did a few deals with Zamost
when he was on the come-up.

Let me make the intro,

start the negotiation from there.

Negotiation?

Ain't nobody who was about
to get all their shit took

ever saw it as a negotiation.

If we step, there's only
one way this gonna go down.

- Fuck all these motherfuckers.
- Yo, what up, E?

Yo, you gotta back the fuck out, G.

Five-oh on the way. I don't
know who the fuck tipped.

But bounce, nigga.

It's all over the scanners.

Yo, we out.

- What?
- Let's go. Now!

Someone tipped off the police.

Shit, I know that cop.

All units, stay on me.

You got something you wanna say?

I don't know what it is yet.

Good on your mans for tippin' you off,

but if you got heat on you...

Look, I don't know what
the fuck this vendetta is

or what it's about.

Good thing he's on my payroll.

He the cop who locked you up?

No, too young.

He came to see me
right after I got home.

Been around since?

No. So what now?

Well, since the Yardies are burned,

back to the fuckin' drawin' board.

I mean, you could've
brought this to my attention

a little sooner.

You're right.

Consider it brought.

That's it?

Yeah.

We better figure out how to get more.

This is from one drum.
We only have one behind it?

We're gonna tap quick.

Who's the cook, Mai?

Me.

You put this batch up?

- You sure about that?
- I...

You should think very carefully
before you answer.

I don't want us to get
on something this good

on the wrong foot.

I had a chemist.

Well, then we should meet that chemist.

You're calling a lot of shots.

That's what I do.
Is that gonna be an issue?

Just wanna make sure

I'm partnering with the right Flynn.

You are.

Look, man, I gotta make a stop.

Do it after I drop you.

Come on, I'll buy you
a drink at the spot.

Come on, one fuckin' drink.

You comin'?

Nah, I'ma take off.

I know you're fucking her.

And?

And that shit's temporary.

So you know that I'm fuckin' your girl

and you still doin' business with me?

Fuck is wrong with you?
You get off on that shit?

- What, you wanna watch?
- Nah.

I'm not gonna fuck up
a chance to make moves

just 'cause Glo and I are on a break.

Mm.

I also don't need my
head on a fucking swivel,

wondering if you're gonna
put two in the back of it

while we're out here tryin' to move.

Don't worry about that.

Money always come first.

And you got a tiny head.

I only need one.

You fuckin' serious, bro?

- The Yardies?
- It was a good play.

The fuck you mean it was a good play, D?

It's prime territory.

Gives us control of the whole east side.

You was killin' me for
tryin' to step to they spot,

but now these two white motherfuckers

come around, got you all twisted?

You was nickel-baggin' that shit.

I'm tryin' to take the whole operation.

And if Elijah ain't tip you off,

yo' Black ass goes
right back in, for life.

Facts, big bro.

Well, lucky for me,
you was on the scanners.

Real motherfuckin' lucky.

I ain't tryin' to get caught
between y'all.

You two niggas gotta get right.

- We been right, E.
- I don't know, man.

Ever since this white boy
came around with the bag,

you been making all kinda bad decisions.

Look, Tommy's not the issue.

Right.

Uh, listen to me, D.

If this motherfucker Tommy
is on some type

of suicide mission, nigga,
then fuck him.

Let him get got.

That ain't my motherfuckin' problem.

But I didn't run this shit for 15 years

just to stand by and
watch you on the tank

headin' to motherfuckin' battle
with this dude.

You gotta make up your mind, nigga.

Make a fuckin' choice.

What's so important?

CBI and Diamond Sampson.

And those fuckin' Yardies...

again?

The fuck are you doin', son?

I'm doing what's best for the family.

If you would just listen to me...

Nah! You fuckin' listen.

I decide what's best
for this fucking family.

You're out there makin' fuckin' moves

with CBI and that fuckin' renegade?

- For what?
- For the future of this family.

You don't have a future
unless I give you one!

Wake the fuck up!

Oh, yeah? You wanna fuckin' go, son?

The fuck you wanna do?

Fuck.

I built all this.

And you've gone and pissed all over it,

your fuckin' legacy.

It's all for you.

It's all for you!

Cradle to the fuckin' grave,
you are a Flynn.

And there is no walkin' away from that.

And if I walk away from
that legacy with Gloria,

- I'm not a man, right?
- That's fuckin' right.

But if I stay with you,
I'm still a fucking boy.

I did say there was someone.

I know.

But I been here before.

Mm, so you what it's like
to be in my shoes?

♪ I don't like it when you talk to me ♪

♪ Any kinda way ♪

I'ma find a different bar for a while.

♪ Tell me why it's gotta be like that ♪

♪ Make me feel some kinda way... ♪

Business comes first.

Thanks for welcomin' me to Chicago.

It was pretty fucking memorable.

Mm.

Yeah.

♪ You don't treat me
like it's somethin' ♪

♪ Maybe you just are
a different person ♪

♪ Oh, I see what you want ♪

♪ I try to give you
everything you need ♪

♪ Then you switch it ♪

Oh!

Tommy fuckin' Egan.

Walter Flynn, the last person
I wanted to see.

You hurt my feelings.

You chippin' away
at my city piece by piece,

takin' out some low-level hillbillies,

that ain't a problem.

In fact, fuckin' have at it.

But...

I hear you got a storm comin'

with that little sidekick of yours.

I gotta say, Thomas,

if you drag my son Victor

down into your world of shite...

... I'm gonna bring
the big shoulders of Chicago

down upon thy's head.

I ain't draggin' that kid
nowhere he don't wanna go.

In fact,

maybe I'm pullin' him up.

You ever think about that, Walter?

Fuck this fucking day.

Where's our fucking drugs?

Don't know what the
fuck you're talkin' about.

Okay.

You have Kate's eyes.

Do the similarities go beyond there?

- Pops, come on.
- Nah, that's fair.

I understand why you told him
that Kate was dead.

I try not to be nothin' like her.

What else you got?
Could ask me anything.

- I ain't got nothin' to hide.
- If Kate raised you,

you can't be all candy canes
and sugar cones.

- Oh, I ain't.
- So how fucked up are you, son?

I'm sorry. He's...

Protective, I get it.

On a scale from one to ten?

I told him that you're
probably, like, a solid six.

Maybe a seven with the curve.

I tried to raise JP the best I could.

I didn't know nothin'
about havin' a kid at 17.

Shit, I was a kid myself.

But I made a decision
not to perpetuate the cycle.

I was gonna do right by this baby.

He was lucky to have you, Herm?

That wasn't an openin'
for you to jump in.

I'm on a roll.

I'd take him to the
playground every day,

catch him watchin' the kids
with their mothers.

He got older and kept watchin'

till one day, I couldn't
take it no more.

So we stopped.

You said it was because
of the violence and drugs.

Shit, I could've

told you anything and
you would've believed it.

See, now, this cat is full of shit.

- I wasn't a sucker.
- You weren't.

You were trustin'.

That's what kids do.

Right? They trust.

It's also what fucks them up.

I still remember you
believin' in the tooth fairy

like a motherfucker till you was nine.

Nah.

His money under the
pillow game was sick.

He would do these little
powdered sugar footprints,

put 'em all over the
windowsill and the floor.

Make it look like she snuck in and out.

Footprints?

Why the fuck would she walk
if the bitch could fly?

See, I didn't think about that.

You was real good, Herman.

After you got here, he asked me

what kinda mother would leave her child.

I told him no mother worth a shit.

And that's Kate.

- Where are my fucking drugs?
- Fuck you!

You want my license and registration,

or should I just get to
the part where I pay you?

What the fuck were you doing
in the back of the yards, Vic?

I've never been there.
Heard it's rough, though.

I saw you with Diamond Sampson.

Diamond S... you say Samford?

No, I don't know anyone by that name.

Shit's real dangerous in his world.

I'm sorry, who we talkin' about again?

So that's how we're gonna play this?

I'm not playing.

You should've been the one
that tipped me off, Seamus.

Your leverage is minimal
and your needs are...

excessive.

I know you can't
take care of your sister

on a cop's salary.

Who's gonna take care of her
if you go away?

Don't you say another
fuckin' word about her.

Yeah, you're right.

I've probably said enough.

Fuck. Fuck!

I don't have your fucking drugs!

My dad used to smoke cigars,

cheap shit just like this.

You can always tell a good
cigar from the wrapper.

You're a cheap motherfucker
just like him.

Where do you want this one?

How 'bout your mother's cunt?

Wait!

I'll give you your fucking drugs.

My son leads with
his heart, not his head.

Complicates every
fuckin' thing in his life.

So if you're just another
complication, move along.

Oh, I ain't tryin'
to complicate JP's life.

That shit seems pretty
complicated already.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You fucking kiddin' me?

I gotta take this shit
from both of y'all now?

I'm just playin', bro.

That shit is weird for me too.

Fuck.

You okay, son?

Yeah.

Pipe burst in my apartment.

Hey, look,

I ain't tryin' to pull
nothin' over on JP.

So maybe someday,
me and you will be cool.

Maybe not.

You call her yet?

Where the fuck is your connect?

He'll be here.

Meet us at the safe house.

We'll be there in an hour.

She'll be waiting.

Since none of you guys got the looks,

who got the brains?

It doesn't seem like your
connect is going to show.

Give me your phone.

I said give me your fucking phone!

Who the fuck is Ghost?

What took you so fucking long?

"Thank you for saving
my fuckin' life" will do.

Hey, yo.

That Ghost shit, that was smart.

Thanks. I'm pretty proud of that.

Yeah, you should be.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

How the fuck you didn't know
that they were Serbs

when you jacked they product?

I-I-I shot 'em before I had
time to work out the accent.

Do not fuckin' play me, Liliana.

I didn't know.

Not until now.

What the fuck you standin' around for?

Go run their shit.

When those two don't report back,

their boss is gonna come
lookin' for them.

He's gonna come lookin' for you.

She. Their boss is a she.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I heard 'em talking about a her.

And Drakkar Noir over here
has a fucking twin.

Good, now I get to kill him twice.

Into the river. Come on.
One, two, three.

This is cute.

She's like your little fuckin' shadow.

Yeah, this shadow needs a sitter.

I really don't.

This look like a day care to you?

Would be the best one ever.

I just need to park her somewhere safe

while you and me take a ride.

She better be worth it.

I am. He just won't admit it.

I'll go get Jenard.

All right.

Keep your mouth shut and your ears open.

Okay.

This is some fucked-up shit
that you brought.

You got history with the Serbs?

Yeah, and it ain't good.

Oh, hell no, man.

Fuck outta here with Scarface.

You got my eight large, cocksucker?

Well, this is gonna go good.

Come on.

One little girl put
all of this in motion.

One fucking brave little girl.

Must kill you to have to watch me

while your brother's
makin' moves with Tommy.

Look, if that nigga
Diamond wanna run off

with this white boy and
get himself got, fuck him.

That's his business, okay?
He a grown-ass man.

Bunch of grown-ass men
acting like fucking children.

Tommy give you that scar?

No, but he's responsible for it.

Mm.

And yet you still
runnin' around with him.

Why?

Because I go where the money is.

Okay, and that's it?

There's gotta be more
to it than that, right?

Nope, never is.

- You fuckin' her?
- Huh?

Liliana.

Nah, not for me.

We do got a history, though.
She used to work for us.

Courier. Shit went sideways on a drop.

I thought that that scar
was just too identifying.

I wanted to cut bait, get rid of her.

- But only old partner...
- Spared her life.

Yeah, he was like that.

Well, now that the Serbs know about her,

it won't be spared for long.

I got a feelin' she ain't
even the target no more.

I think they know about me.

You really feelin' yourself, huh?

You think you throw that big of a shadow

that the Chicago Serbs
got you on their list?

Well, me and my
partner... my old partner...

got mixed up with them for a while.

We fucked with them for a minute,

but, you know, one thing led to another,

and maybe my old partner
killed their boss.

That's a big fuckin' shadow.

Yeah, I ain't been on
their Christmas list since.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Hey, listen.

Why don't you just have a seat, baby?

Just sit down.

How 'bout you just give me
my paper so I can bounce?

You ain't finish the job, baby.

Because you kept trying to fuck me

the whole time I was cutting.

And you dipped before
you finished, so, what?

I'm sorry, I didn't have time

to stop by HR and file
a fucking complaint

for harassment in the workplace.

That scar is very fucking fire.

I ain't gonna lie to you.

Pay me what you owe me
and you can touch it.

Now, I know who's gonna come knockin',

but who's their shot caller?

Rodavan Mirkovic.

He's outta the country
more that he's in.

They gotta call him,
shit's all the way fucked.

Let 'em call.

When he gets here, we cut off
the head of the snake.

What's your play?

I want their pipeline in Chicago.

I want them gone.

You got the coke, they got the inroads.

If I say yes,

what's in it for you?

A tax.

So whatever I move is mine,

whatever you move is yours,

plus I owe you a tax?

That's right.

What if I bag Mirkovic myself?

Well, then fuck the tax.

We split that shit 50-50
right down the middle.

Maybe we bring the Flynn kid in,

use his connections.

Can't be no maybes.

This shit needs to be tactical.

The Serbs control a big
part of the west side.

But they're savage.

They're not like the other crews.

You got one swing with that machete.

Now, I know I'm on the hook with you,

and you got every right
to call in that marker.

But?

But I can't rock with you on this one.

So what you saying?

You on your own.

And for what it's worth,

you better meditate or pray or drink

or do whatever you can
to seek the answers on this,

because once you start it,

it can't be undone.

Hey, how much you
thinkin' we hit this place for?

Hey, nigga, we ain't robbin' it, a'ight?

We just gonna light
this bitch up and leave.

We gon' send a message. That's it.

Again, nigga? If we gon' do this shit,

I'm leavin' this motherfucker
with some paper, nigga.

Bro, is you with me?

We gonna light this bitch up
and leave, nigga.

That's it.

Hey! Drop the straps,

and I'll knock each one of you
little niggas' heads back!

Shit just got interesting.

The fuck you gonna do, nigga?

The fuck is you doin', D?

You goddamn kids! Now, get out!

I'm callin' the motherfuckin' cops!

Hey, D, let's fuckin'
bounce, bro, come on.

Man, fuck this nigga. We gone, bro.

Drive, nigga!

Why you been fucking with my club?

Huh?

Go get the other one.

Hurry up.

Tatiana wants all this
moved for Mirkovic.

Yes, sir.

Hey, guys, sorry about the wait.

What are you guys having?

Everything's good?

- Thank you.
- Yeah, thank you.

Here you go.

♪ Down here, the river... ♪

You said you threw it away.

It's a fuckin' napkin, Vic.

It's our dream house.

It's a pipe dream.

♪ And in the sticky heat, I feel ya ♪

♪ Open up to me ♪

It's like I'm babysitting you.

Shit. Ooh!

Fuck, you wanna get down on this?

If I don't cut it, I don't do it.

- Diamond know you...
- Fuck my brother!

And fuck Tommy!

Them motherfuckers
ain't no shot callers.

You ain't never tell me
how you and Tommy linked.

How much you willing
to pay me for my answer?

Mm.

Now, that nigga Tommy gonna wind up dead

one way or another.

I'll give you ten times this

if you the one that pull the trigger.

That ain't never gonna happen.

Okay.

You've paid in full.

Go ahead.

Thank you.

You never get sick of that view, do you?

I don't.

Design really tells you
a lot about people.

Their taste, their aesthetic,
their story.

Relax.

You want a drink?

- I'm okay.
- Okay's not gonna cut it.

You need a drink.

I was kinda surprised to hear from you

after all this time.

I thought we completed
our terms of employment.

Opportunity's proven different.

Christ, why so formal, Doc?

You've got the gig.

Question is how much you want.

I'm confused.

What job exactly are you referring to?

You know, secret sauce.

In fact,

you're the only one who
knows how to cook Dahlia.

Dahlia?

Let's not do this fucking dance.

You know the beautiful
powder you created?

We're about to level up,
so we need a huge amount.

The amount's as important
as the quality.

Can I at least consider my options?

You most certainly cannot.

We have copies of the reports.

What reports are you referring to?

The ones where you falsified pertinent

and potentially fatal test data

on the diet pill that went
to the FDA for approval.

Whatever Mai has told you
is a complete lie.

I have the originals as well
as what you submitted.

Trying to get it approved.

It was your VC that
was funding the project.

But it was your reports,

your signatures, your guarantees.

Speaking of, Mai's already guaranteed

that she'll testify that
you falsified the numbers

of your own volition,

which will cost you your license,

any shred of a career,

and bonus...

the federal statutes of prosecution

are still very much applicable.

So what exactly are the options

you wanted to consider, Doc?

I was wondering when you was gonna call.

Tatiana.

Too bad Jason couldn't be here.

Could've been a nice reunion.

He's dead.

So is the man who killed him.

What, are we keepin' score?

Your partner, Ghost.

How did it happen?

I always thought you would do it.

You thought wrong. Wasn't me.

But it gave you opportunities.

Worked out well for you.

And yet here you are in Chicago,

still making problems for us.

Speaking of problems, where's Liliana?

Once you found out I was here,
you gave zero fucks about her.

Here.

There's your coke.

You don't need her.

We done?

I don't think so.

Your little sidekick
killed two of my men.

It seems fair that I
should get her back.

Well, fair bein' overrated and all,

that ain't gonna happen.

- No?
- No.

- You sure about that?
- Very.

Well, if we are to keep score,

you have now hit four of my men.

And I'm not even on the board yet.

You know what? Take the L,

take your cocaine, and go home.

You got what you came for.

Did I?

What if New York...

what if my boss, Mirkovic,

were to hear that Tommy Egan
is in Chicago?

How about I kill you and we're even?

Kill me?

Tatiana, ain't you heard?

I'm already dead.

That's how you get a cookie.

We're in this now.

And just like that,

I'm up 6-0.

If you're going to kill me,

do it.

I got Jason to spare
your miserable fucking life

while you grovelled at your own grave.

It was me who vouched for you.

I saved your fucking life.

You never should've mentioned New York.

Storm's coming.

It's already here.

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