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Where you get this from?

Wrong question.

- How much? - Right question.

You know you're the only Flynn I fuck with.

You got that big fucking Flynn name

but no distro.

You come to me with this,

you better hope I'm your motherfucker.

It's finer than coke.

You think you can break this shit down,

see what the fuck we got?

Damn!

Aah!

Where is Tommy Egan?

- Where's she at? - Which doesn't quite

make us even after all the bodies that have fallen.

Get down!

- Fuck. - Fuck!

It went straight through. It's clean. Goddamn.

You're gonna be all right.

The money that I owe you

has got nothing to do with Vic and me.

This face is not the face

that my son's going to wake up to.

Maybe you should just sit down, Walter.

He's been quiet for a while now.

He's getting ready to make a big move.

So we need to get inside.

And that's our way.

What would a deal look like?

Would look like me running point

- and takin' 70%. - 60-40.

Ain't nobody Black or white dumb enough

to fuck with the Serbs.

They haven't done it

because they haven't had the numbers.

You thought this shit all the way through?

It's fucking CBI, who I'm good with.

You all stay ready in case I gotta call y'all up.

You stay close.

Fucker!

Sh... hold on, E.

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

What the fuck do you mean?

Is there a problem, babe?

Our drums of Dahlia were stolen.

We have no product. I'm going to your father.

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First time's always the hardest,

even if they had it coming.

Never really thought about what happens

after you kill someone.

Only two things need to happen.

You don't get caught, and they don't get found.

So how many?

Don't matter. Same two rules always apply.

Look, if you wanna go all the way in this gang,

this shit come with the territory.

And come on, we gotta keep moving.

We racin' against the light.

- She was an orphan. - Oh, good.

Then ain't nobody gonna miss her.

You wanna say any last words?

I don't really know what to say.

Say goodbye.

Goodbye.

Another senseless death

in the city plagued by violence.

Another young Black man

taken too soon.

May Elijah Linden rest eternally

in the arms of our angels.

Yea...

though I walk through the valley

of the shadow of death,

You know that nigga wouldn't be in this fucking box

right now if it weren't for Tommy, right?

We all agreed on the move, all of us.

Now show some respect.

Amen.

Amen.

Simon...

was a north side White Sox fan,

crazy son of a bitch.

But he had a heart of gold.

May he be in heaven a full half hour

before the devil knows he's dead.

To Simon.

To Simon.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine, fine.

You've had that cough for a minute now.

I know... you know, as soon as the weather changes,

I'll be good as gold.

Jesus Christ, this is a good turn out for Simon, isn't it?

I should go talk to him.

No, no, no, no. Let me.

A son needs his father's shoulder.

You were childhood friends

since you were three years old...

...and he's lying in that fuckin' box

because of the stupid fuckin' decisions that you made.

He's not coming back from that.

So whatever you're into, I hope you can.

You need to make things right with him.

It's a two-way street.

If you're making moves without him,

- he feels betrayed... - I'm not making moves.

Okay, Vic. Whatever you're doing is...

Hey, how 'bout I go in on that little side hustle

- you tried to bring me in on? - Too late.

The opportunity's long gone.

You were right. Designer shit.

Came and went.

- I think he's sick. - Bronchitis.

Every year, same shit. You're overreacting.

Death comes for us all, huh?

But not yours, not today.

Hey...

... there's still hope for your son.

Believe that.

You're not exactly racking up allies.

It's cost of war. Price of doing business.

No, fuck that. We both buried on our side.

Who the fuck you drop a rose for?

Why are you acting like

this the first time you ever made a big play?

You need to back the fuck up.

Maybe you just sat the fuck back,

inherited your big brother's business

and acted like you stacked chips.

Yo, that's the fuck enough.

No, this is who the fuck we are!

We all went in there eyes open.

Maybe so, but we've been talking.

Oh, that's some funny shit right there,

'cause last time I checked,

we was all equal on decisions or talking.

We don't have the appetite for a long war with the Serbs.

We paid too high of a price.

They ain't here now!

We got product,

and now we got they pipeline.

Look, we already voted, so we gonna...

You know what? I already know. Voted.

You bad for business.

A'ight? Bad for the city.

So that's it?

That's it.

Tch. All right.

You know, I guess honor amongst thieves

is short-lived, huh, motherfucker?

To make you whole, we'll buy the coke you got.

All of it.

All right. Ten keys.

I want 38 apiece.

Get the fuck outta here. Thirty.

Thirty-eight. Deal.

Deal.

All right. Deal.

Y'all like the dynamic trio now?

- No. - No, we're goin'

our separate ways.

We'll make arrangement for the pickup.

Good, let's get this the fuck over with.

It's not too late to still make this work.

Too much heat if we stay together.

Look, man, you got a real shot

to be your own man on this one.

Not your old man. Take it.

Trying.

Are we good no matter?

Long as your snow don't blow south, we all good.

Got the city all cut up?

I thought I did.

Whatever mine stays mine.

Good luck moving your weight.

See you on the other side.

I'll be waitin'.

What'chu gonna do with your half?

I'ma reinvest in Dahlia.

Something I should get down on?

You got a fresh bullet hole in you

and you already talkin' about making moves?

I ain't gonna sit here licking my wounds

and miss an opportunity.

Don't fucking touch it.

If that shit get infected,

I ain't taking you to the hospital

if the whole fuckin' arm turn green.

At that point, it'll probably just fall off

like some barbacoa.

- Yeah. Let's make this shit work. - _

You sure?

Ain't no guarantee return on your investment.

Never is.

Dead money don't make money.

All right then.

Here, keep that. Rainy day fund.

You invested.

So how're we gonna move Dahlia

without people finding out who we are?

We're gonna do locker drops.

Public lockers, convention center,

people moving in and out,

easy to hide in plain sight.

It's a good system, central.

I been doin' this shit forever.

Just feels kind of low rent.

Dahlia's fashionable.

We about selling drugs or mu'fucking purses?

- This is high-end. - You know who go

- to conventions? - Who?

People with expense accounts and money to burn.

Hedge fund guys, housewives,

and socialites just like you.

Point made.

The people I got in mind for this distro

is gonna get texts.

We'll give 'em the time and location for the invite.

How can you be sure no one will try and fuck us?

You can't.

But anybody that fuck with protocol,

that's a wrap.

One and done. Ain't no second chances.

I've just got one non-negotiable term.

Everything negotiable.

My family's distro doesn't get near this.

I think Walter could handle a little competition.

This stays off my father's and my brother's radar.

Ain't gonna be that way for long.

Long enough for it to be my move.

All right, bet.

Until you wanna come out into the light,

I'll run point.

Liliana could help.

- Who? - Liliana... she good people.

She used to run for me.

She got worked over by the Serbs.

She took a bullet and she didn't break.

She never gave me up.

She had my back. We need her.

My good friend Reggie's already on board.

What the fuck is you talking about already on board?

Don't nobody get to skip to the front of the line.

We go way back. I trust him.

Trust ain't even in your vocabulary right now.

Oh, but you trust Liliana?

Yeah. She different.

How is she different?

She ain't distro.

She on our side, a hun'ed.

Everyone else we invite gotta start at step one.

Hi, Da.

On my way.

Our patients cannot be disturbed during the dialysis.

Then they should have chosen

a better fucking dialysis center that's not a front.

Fuck you. This is a legit business.

You've said that.

All you need to do is produce a shipping manifest.

Do you think I'm stupid enough

to bring something illegal here?

Al Capone went away for tax evasion, motherfucker.

That's a fascinating little bit of information.

Get the fuck out my way.

Fuck.

Still waiting on them documents, Mr. Flynn.

And I'm waiting on due fucking notice.

But here you fucking are.

Time's running out. You need to produce the proper paperwork.

I fuckin' heard you!

Hello.

- Where have you been? - Running errands.

It'll just be a minute.

Are you mad I wasn't here

or because you don't know how to do what I do?

Both.

Okay, here's the receipts and freight bill

for every pill and dropper to come through these doors.

Would you like duplicates?

Matches up.

This time.

Good. Now take it, file it,

and please... get the fuck out.

And if you wanna try and build a case against me,

next time bring some fuckin' evidence to the table.

We're all set here.

This today is why you're not ready.

I've had the Feds here

and you are nowhere to be found.

You say you wanna step up?

That-that-that's fucking great.

So step the fuck up.

I ain't gonna lie, bro.

It took you a little minute,

but you finally got your head right.

Look, the only thing that nigga Tommy ever brought

was bullshit. Come on.

Tommy's also the one who opened up the Serb's pipeline.

Whatever, and got E killed in the process... come on.

We knew the risk. We knew what was at stake.

Nah, look, look, come on, big bro, listen to me.

I know you got a soft spot for white boys, all right?

- Ah... I know. - Okay, all right.

But now that we got this shit on lock,

we gotta make a move, man. We gotta make it quick.

Okay? Now the Serbs are gone, but...

Mirkovic's gonna circle back.

Bet. - I'm talking about

with both hands out and stuff.

Gun in one hand,

looking to get paid in the other.

Mm-hmm. And shit, we can't go at 'em again.

That play already been called.

That's what I say we do:

take 10% of everything we make

and we put that shit in the escrow account, nigga,

for them... we don't touch it.

As a insurance.

Yup, you pretend that money ain't even there, bro.

The shit gone. It ain't ours.

That's all Serb cash for whenever they come back.

So when Mirkovic pulls up,

we pay him his tax.

And we ain't got no problems.

See, now you thinkin'.

Come through, baby bro.

Come on, man, I'm telling you, a'ight?

Look, me and you, D,

we got this, a'ight?

CBI is everything, bro.

We don't need nobody else.

Walter.

Walter!

What the fuck happened?

Fuck off.

What the fuck happened, Walter?

I didn't eat fuck all the day, then...

I don't know. Head spins.

Lightheaded, fell on my fuckin' arse.

Your head's bleeding.

Get me a fucking bandage.

You should see a doctor, Walter... don't fuck around.

Fuck, it's a bit o' blood!

I ain't talkin' about your head,

you stubborn prick.

You think you can hide this from me?

I see everything.

You gotta let the kids know.

It ain't right to let them go through this twice.

You shut the fuck up.

Everything that you fuckin' see here

isn't fuckin' real.

What's cracking, bro?

Look, I got a job for you.

Speak.

It's about that nigga Tommy.

Who?

The white motherfucker from the barber shop.

Oh, okay. What you need?

I need you to take this five for now.

A nickel?

Get the fuck outta here, nigga.

Y'all ain't finna catch a body for no less than a dime.

No, no, no. No guns.

Not yet.

I just want you to watch the motherfucker,

then report back... that's it.

So you want me to babysit this motherfucker?

For five thousand dollars, you the highest paid babysitter

in Chicago, motherfucker.

You want the job or not? I ain't got time

- for this shit for real. - Hell yeah.

Fuck.

Just do what I said, man, a'ight?

Gather the information, report back.

If you can't do that, just run me my shit.

Hey, all right, all right, chill.

Look, I ain't say I wasn't gonna do it,

but if you change your mind, I'm gonna want that other five.

Hmm.

Yeah, I hear you.

- All right. - All right.

You sure this is the best place to launch?

Don't worry. Being poor ain't contagious.

Don't be an asshole.

Be honest with me.

You ever take public transportation in your life?

Like a bus or a train?

- No, no, cabs don't count. - Wow.

Life musta looked real nice from that backseat.

You know, I don't think this will help my case,

but I did backpack through Europe when I was 17.

Took the Eurorail every day.

That shit go that far?

I thought it only went through the what's its name?

Disney World.

That's a monorail. Jesus.

Well, I ain't never been there.

Eh... you'd like it.

The song "It's A Small World" fucks with your brain

and stays with you forever.

Oh, literally the worst song ever.

Hey, what's up with the guy in the khakis?

You're describing like 60% of the people.

No, the cargo pants. Three o'clock.

Rent-A-Cop flirting with the girl

by the north elevator.

Hang on, hang on.

Yeah, no, he-he don't work here.

Turn back to the left.

What's up with old boy that's at the nest?

He just grabbed a cup of coffee.

He checking in or out?

In. He's on his way to his post.

Cops are present... but minimal.

Cameras avoidable.

Lockers are prime and accessible.

You see that shit? That's what I'm talking about.

Anybody could walk through there,

connect, distro, or a drop.

Yeah. Liliana can walk through there.

I can walk through there. You?

You're the poster boy for New York drug dealers.

The fuck you know about me?

Officers.

Got any good crypto tips for us?

Early retirement would be great.

You know, as bizarre as it's gonna sound,

I like my cash the old-fashioned way...

Made of paper and under my bed. Have a good day.

What am I the poster boy of now?

I used to do some missions in suits back in the day,

throw 'em off my scent. I clean up real nice.

Okay. You look fucking good.

And my partner back in New York,

he used to rock these custom cuts every day.

Well, I hope some of whatever he had rubbed off on you.

Yeah. I hope some of it did too.

So what do we know about these Serbs?

Lotta talk.

No one wants to claim the hits yet.

Soon as the smoke clears, names'll start dropping.

Better names than more bodies.

They ain't gonna be mutually exclusive.

Yeah, I could do that.

Gimme a hour.

Oye.

Nice ride.

Do you need something? What can I do for you?

Nothing, Sister.

It's what I can do for you.

You know where you are?

I do... I also know where you are going.

Yo! Watch it. You're throwing a lotta attitude around.

I hope she got the goods to back it up.

Wouldn't be here if I didn't.

What's your name?

My name is Fuck Your Mother.

No more questions.

You're on the clock.

Hey, you got any latkes in that bag, Moishe?

It's the wrong time of year.

You know, I like the ones

with the little carrots in them.

Oh no, no. That's not a latke.

That's garbage.

Potato, onion... anything else might as well be a frittata.

I assume that's for me?

Yep.

What is it?

Something from a new friend you're gonna like.

An early Hanukkah present.

Oh, again, shayne punim,

wrong time of the year.

Never the wrong time for this, Moishe.

Okay.

Who the fuck keeps blowing you up?

Reggie. He wants a re-up.

No.

Ain't nobody getting shit till we get set up.

- Put him back. - He can be a distro for us.

He move real weight?

No, but he has connections.

Then he's a customer.

- And these people you got? - Hitters.

How do you know that?

Because this is what I do.

This is all I ever been about. I can read people.

I know within like 15 seconds of meeting somebody

if I'm gonna fuck with them or not.

You knew that about me?

I knew it in ten.

Don't let that shit go to your head.

But yeah. Fuck Reggie.

He ain't getting shit. Ghost him.

Oh, shit.

This gonna be fire.

Fuck me.

Are you kidding?

I know who you are.

What, are you fucking traffic cops now too?

Oh, take it easy, Paulie.

This doesn't have to be contentious.

Don't it?

You still got some runway.

You can play ball. Make things easy on yourself.

Your lips keep movin',

but all I'm hearing is fucking bullshit.

How long you gonna cover for your brother-in-law?

You got nothing on him.

We got 26 years of shit on you.

What makes you think if Walter goes down,

he's not dragging you with him?

That motherfucker floats.

You need a big fucking torpedo to sink him.

And it ain't gonna be me.

Where the fuck was your sister today?

How should I know? What happened to your head?

Got fucked with by a kitchen cabinet.

I need you to find out what your sister's been doing.

Not my job.

So are we gonna do Sunday dinner here or at Claud's?

What the fuck has dinner

got to do with this conversation?

I need you to find out

what your sister was up to today.

Dad, I'm bringing Gloria to Sunday dinner.

Well, son,

I don't think that's a great idea.

You see, Sunday dinners are for family only,

always has been, always will.

She's not welcome.

She does not have a seat at our table.

Let's make sure we have an extra place set.

One, two, three.

Oh, okay. Grab the plug, unplug it.

I got it.

- You got it? - Got it.

How about the gas?

Yeah, no, the gas is off.

- Gas is off? All right. - Gas is off.

All right, get behind. Can you get behind?

Oh, yeah. There we go.

That's it, one more push.

Whoo.

Man. Thanks for the assist.

- Yeah, no problem. - You want a beer?

Uh, yeah, sure.

Here you go.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Yo, JP.

- What up? - This may not be

none of my business

so you could tell me to fuck off, but...

how the fuck did you get so far in over your head?

Look, the shit started slow.

Custody lawyers, private investigators,

uh, the club, medical for my old man.

That'll do it.

The hole just kept getting deeper.

I couldn't dig myself out fast enough.

Never made enough to keep up.

Now, you can tell me to fuck off...

Fuck off.

But how you rolling so deep?

Yo, come on, man.

I done told you I was a businessman.

Fuck this.

I'm trying to have a real moment with you.

We're having a real moment.

No, you blowing rainbows and sunshine up my ass.

Well, you can't have one without the other.

What the fuck?

I'm trying to keep it a buck, motherfucker.

The fuck are you into, Tommy?

Why are you asking a question you know the answer to?

For some fucking peace of mind bullshit?

No, I just been fed so many lies with this family.

I just want one goddamn truth.

Well, if I tell you, is that gonna change anything?

No.

I'm a drug dealer.

How long?

My whole life. Well, not my whole life.

I mean, I started out slingin' pantyhose

and socks on the corner,

but I mean, I always been a hustler.

You know, when things got real tight,

- I used to move... - Oh, no, fuck that,

fuck that, and fuck you

if you think we're gonna get close on this.

Just 'cause you moved some weed

'cause you thought it was cool...

Oh no, no. It wasn't just weed.

Or whatever. I don't give a fuck

if you was the Tony Montana of the Midwest,

you ain't getting near this shit.

You ain't getting near my shit. Never.

I just need to catch a motherfucking break, man.

Well, it ain't gonna be with this.

You heard me?

I'll keep helping you out.

Honestly, I-I don't need no more fuckin' charity.

I need to start making some bread.

Shit, this Serb pipeline

like the Yellow Brick Road, nigga.

We printing money.

It's flowing right now,

but we need to lock it down before Mirkovic comes callin'.

Yeah, you know, we never really got to get down

together like this.

This shit feel full circle though.

I told you, bro, me and you together,

unstoppable. CBI gonna run this city.

How you know I'd be able to pull it off?

I was only 18 when you went in.

I ain't know shit.

Didn't have no real skin in the game... none.

I knew you could hold it down.

How?

Why you ask so many damn questions right now?

I don't know.

'Cause I ain't never asked before, shit.

I'm just saying like I was on my way to the Ivy league,

my nigga, I'm talking about sweater vest

and all that fly shit. Come on, man.

Get the fuck outta here.

You wasn't gonna go full Carlton.

Nah, nah, you right.

I was gonna be decent though. I don't know.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, shit...

There was other niggas in CBI

who actually had seniority.

Coulda passed the torch to them.

Yeah, but none of 'em had what you did.

What's that?

My blood.

Yeah. Think we good.

Reggie's my friend, Tommy.

Yeah, when you got a product this good,

you ain't got no friends, only competition.

Okay, well, no offense, Liliana, you're great,

but she has two feet in already and I took your word for it.

She got skin in the game.

- I brought the connect. - And we both dropping

six figures towards production.

If Reggie know you, then he know me.

And that's a problem. Trust me on that.

We all bringing something to the party

so we could stay.

We don't want nothing...

We don't want nothin' fucking it up.

Get a fuckin' burner. Bring legit distro.

And now, let's go get that fuckin' cook.

Fuck!

Hi, Doc.

Hey, bro, I don't want that gig no more, fam.

Hey, what the fuck do you mean you don't want the gig no more?

I mean you can keep the cash and shit,

but I ain't doing it no more, a'ight?

Find someone else for the job or something.

Nah, hold up, nigga. What the fuck got you so shook?

Find someone else for the job.

I can't go into details,

but I am putting distance between me and my father.

I also told him

that you're coming to dinner on Sunday night.

I'm listening.

I'm making my own moves.

I don't wanna lose any more time with this bullshit.

Being with you again felt...

Absolutely right?

Yeah.

So what is next?

Whatever we want it to be.

Hey, you good? You good?

Look at me, Gloria. Look at me.

We're okay. We're okay.

You're in my booth.

I don't see your name on it.

Look up.

- Impressive. - Mm-hmm.

Could have been the next Tyson.

No shit.

I mean, that's not really a selling point.

Well, it was a long time ago.

You know, it seems like only yesterday

we saw him beat the shit out of this Dago...

- Goodbye, Rick. - Heck...

"My punches are just as hard in Chicago

as in New York."

Sonny Liston.

Are you a fight fan?

Nope. Just that fight.

What... you just gonna stand there,

or do you wanna join me in your booth?

Breakfast for dinner.

No, it's actually breakfast for breakfast.

My day's just getting started.

So you a night owl?

Yeah. You?

I've been having trouble sleeping.

New mattress.

Mm-hmm.

You wanna... do you want a bite

or are you just gonna eye-eat it?

My bad.

It's just that Rick stole my grandma's potato recipe.

I didn't steal shit.

She gave it to me... after I gave it to her.

Coulda been your goddamn granddaddy.

I'm sorry about him.

Well, then you, uh, better not go against your grandma.

Mmm.

Hmm.

- Mmm! - Yeah?

Well?

- Well, Rick's is good... - Mm-hmm?

...but Grandma holds the belt.

Yeah.

Mmm.

I'm Adrienne.

Diamond.

Nice to meet you, Adrienne.

It's nice to be met.

You going to cum for me.

Oh, yeah. Give it to me, give it to me.

Yeah.

You, um, really put in the work.

Well, to be honest, it's been a minute,

and I wasn't sure what I was gonna bring.

Come on.

Men always say that when they think

they want us to feel special.

I mean, did you feel special?

I did.

Good.

I... I gotta go meet someone.

Okay, cool.

It's work-related.

Look at all this shit and them lucky things.

So is all this shit paid for?

Yeah, Mai owned it.

Outright?

Free and clear.

Got a lot of shit stacked here.

You got everything you need to start cooking?

Uh, we'll need some... supplies.

It's okay. You ain't gotta be nervous.

You already produced, and anything that you need,

we gonna get for you.

It's just that I didn't think

that this was going to be an ongoing...

Opportunity.

Um, I'm not a drug dealer.

Well, good thing for you I am.

Motherfucker.

What the fuck?

Take it.

Fuck it. Let's party!

¿Qué pasa?

This is incredible.

Give it to me.

Holy God.

_

Soto's all the way in.

- Never had a doubt. - Get everything we need?

Yeah.

All right. You really think Claudia's

got the rhino skin for this?

Yeah, I do.

Ain't nobody ever gave her a shot before.

She been waiting for this. What about the cook?

Eh, she cool.

She still in the fucking bathroom?

Yeah, she got a little nervous.

Ay-ay-yi.

I mean, whatever you got on her

shook her to the bones.

All right. If Claudia don't have that...

We ain't there yet.

Go check on her.

You all right there, boy?

Someone tried to take me out.

What the fuck? What?

Is it one of them Spooks at CBI?

I guarantee it was one of those motherfuckers.

The shooter was white. White as fuck.

If I had to put money on it...

I'd say it was the Serbs.

Wait a minute, w-why the fuck

would the Serbs try to take you out?

That fucking Tommy Egan. That fucking cocksucker.

You make a move with him?

You fucking dumb son of a bitch.

When are you gonna get it through

your thick fucking skull?

Jesus fucking Christ, between you and your sister,

all I do is run interference

twenty-four fucking seven.

Oh.

Hi.

Two nights in a row?

I must be doing something right.

Hmm. What you got in the bag?

Oh, we got pancakes, waffles, bacon, French toast.

You know, breakfast for dinner.

Hmm, that sounds like a lot of food.

Well, I got some extra.

How do you feel about breakfast for breakfast?

Que paso, huh?

Where's my drugs, puta?

You thought I was some sort of a westside piece of shit

whose-whose calls you don't gotta return, huh?

- Been busy. - Oh, yeah?

Yeah. Figuring some shit out.

- Me too. - Mm.

Huh? We was familia.

Okay?

I'm going to miss you, huh, hermanita.

Love you forever...

Bitch!

Aah! Aah... aah...

You blinded me, puta. Aah, you fucking blinded me.

Almost.

This is who we are.

And this is what we do.

You bunch of cunts.

You fucker...

...you tell Mirkovic he comes after my boy and my family,

I'll burn this fucking city to the ground

and I'll kill every motherfuckin' cunt

that he's ever loved.

Second thought, she can tell him.

- Pow! - What!

Body!

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