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Y'all got time to fuck off?
Cool.

I'm moving y'all delivery date
up a day.

His eye got a little worse
after the second surgery.

My niece, Karen-she'd be happy
to take a look at your case.

Now, them factory niggas-

they want that high-quality
A-one shit that we got.

Tell me
what the hell y'all want,

'cause I know that damn permit
ain't come for free.

Say "yes" to us
using your truck.

What y'all selling?

What do you want?

I want Zoe to know
that I'm her father.

Stop stalling
and give him a hug.

Bye, Dad.

You hear what
she just called me?

I'm disappointed in you, Meech.
This your alarm clock.

If I don't get my loot
in six days,

this motherfucker gonna ring.

Gonna keep my foot
on they neck.

They stay where they are,
under me.

Ruffle his feathers,
nothing else.

Don't do me like this!

These are hot.

They ain't got no sour cream.

Girl, you know these
janky-ass convenience stores.

Hey, what up, Simone?

Hey!

I ain't seen you in a minute.

Maybe she doesn't want
to be seen,

at least not by you.

I find that hard to believe.
What's not to love?

Anyway,
y'all going to Mikey's party?

Maybe we can roll together.

On what, your tiny-ass BMX?

Listen, I know Mikey got
the Honda Elite.

But it ain't about the ride
you pull up in.

It's about the moves you make
when you in that party.

And trust me, I got moves.

Oh. You're funny.

That's why
we should go together.

Y'all can laugh and dance
all night long,

and me, I'll show you

how a real man
supposed to treat you.

You buying our pops
and chips, too, Shabba Doo?

For y'all? Hell, yeah.

Just put 'em in here.

Oh, okay.

You know, I'll bring it out.

What up, Meech? Is that all?

Yeah.

Y'all can wait outside.
I got this.

Uh-uh.
It's freezing out there.

We want to stay in here
with the heat.

That'll be $5.50.

Can y'all please wait outside?

Come on, Meech.
The line's getting long.

Give me the government stamps.
I ain't got all day, come on.

Hold up-
y'all on food stamps,

and you out here
capping on Mikey?

Told you, girl-

never mess with
no broke-ass dude in the hole.

Shit. You was right.
- We'll pay for his stuff, too.

Keep the change, Meech.

Damn, man.

Damn.

Hey. I seen what happened
inside there, man.

Let me tell you something-
never be ashamed of who you are

and where you're from,
you understand?

Yeah.
- Matter of fact, look.

Take this and buy something,

impress those girls,
you know what I'm saying?

Yeah. Thanks, Pat.

You got it. Man, ain't shit.

Pat was
the biggest drug dealer

in our hood.

But he was more than that.

Judges, athletes, cops,
and robbers all gave props

to the Black Superman
of Southwest Detroit.

Outside of my old man,

Pat was the dude
that I looked up to most.

Hey, we north of 8 Mile
for real.

Yeah, nobody'll ever find us

way out here in the burbs.

Hey, this is some
Leave It to Beaver type shit.

What's up
with the neighbors, though?

Shit, as long as we keep
the yard manicured

and maintain foot traffic,
our stash gonna be good.

Hey, yo, I told you not to
interfere with the mortgage.

You know
Pops is out the crib, right?

Oh, so I'm just supposed
to let the bank

put y'all out
on the street, huh?

You should be
thanking me, nigga.

Man, fuck you.
What if they break up for real?

Maybe they should.

I'm tired of all that arguing
and fighting and shit

-they be doing, man.

Yo, what up doe?
- What up?

Yo, what
y'all doing in here?

Where B-Mick at?

I don't know, but he gave me
the key and sent us over.

Fuck you talking about,
he sent y'all over?

I think his mom
is sick or some shit.

Thank you,
but you go wait outside now.

Yo, Hoop, we got to go.

We're gonna be late
for the food trucks.

No doubt, no doubt.

Some fucking bullshit.

Hey, let's just focus
on the task at hand, all right?

I'm finna page this nigga, man.

Look, between the rec center
and the food trucks,

we booming,
but we got a problem.

All we got
is about three days' worth...

maybe two at the clip we at.

Yo, we can't be running on E,

especially with that nigga
Lamar running 12th Street.

Man, y'all let me know
what y'all on, all right?

Shit, all right.
- All right, Meech.

Hey, yo, wasn't Pat
supposed to break us off?

Speaking of that nigga,
you ain't even tell me

how it went when y'all talked.

I'm more worried about B-Mick.

Ain't like him to be MIA
without saying shit.

Look, I'm about to hit Pat.

I'm gonna swing by B-Mick's
on the way back.

Nigga, we in the middle
of shit.

What up doe, OG?

Let me get
three keys of powder.

And I want to buy 'em
all up front.

Okay.

Don't get ahead
of yourself, young blood.

You ain't got
the infrastructure.

Shit. I got the money, though.
What's the holdup?

Just believe me when
I tell you you ain't ready.

I mean, that just sound
like an excuse to me.

And I believe the quote
you always use is,

"Excuses are like assholes.
Everyone's got one."

What the fuck you saying, man?

What you trying
to say to me, huh?

I don't mean no disrespect.

But, look, me and Tee
have proven

that we can handle more work
in a short amount of time.

I ain't asking for you
to front us shit no more.

I'm here to buy outright.

Look, it's a win-win
for us both.

Well, I tell you what-

I'll give y'all three bags
on consignment

and let y'all cop
a brick outright.

Wait, I ain't asking
for no fucking rocks.

I'm here to buy
three bricks of coke.

I'm telling you
what the fuck it is.

Now, your ungrateful ass
can take it,

or you can get the fuck on.

All right, Pat. Don't trip.

I got you.

This nigga, man.

Come on, Meech,
I'll set you up.

Always a pleasure
doing business with you.

Oh, is it?

'Cause it seem a little
scurvy from where I'm standing.

Look, I just work here,
young blood.

You know, you could trick
a motherfucker

with a lot of shit,
but never his nose,

especially when it comes
to this crack rock.

I been doing this shit
for too long, dog.

I don't know who Pat
think he fooling,

but he can't hide shit from me.

Look, we all got
our vices, Meech-

pussy, paper, product.

Nigga, smoking crack
ain't no fucking vice.

That shit is a work hazard,

especially if he not giving me
my supply.

Maybe Pat does party
a little bit too much,

but that ain't why you ain't
getting what you after.

Nigga can't give you
what a nigga ain't got.

Man, what the fuck
is you talking about, man?

Pat is the biggest player
in Southwest.

What the fuck game
you watching, young blood?

Pat been fell off.

That's why he's micromanaging

the shit
out of y'all's little ass.

But the good news is,

there's always
another game in town.

You just need to holler at me
when you ready to play.

Whenever we was riding dirty,

me and Tee always listened
to jazz-

keep us calm and on point.

Hey, Pat's getting
slick with the work.

He's putting shit
in Tide boxes now?

Man, he got that shit
from that Eastside nigga Boom.

Boom?

Yeah, dude from the party
with the girl

you was creaming
all over, nigga.

Oh, yeah.

Nah, honey was fly as fuck,
though.

But this ain't. What the fuck?

Shit. Pat only sold us a bird
and gave us three bags.

What the fuck you mean?
Didn't you show him the loot?

Man, Pat ain't got it
no more, Tee.

Rock confirmed it,
even offered to help us.

What the hell
you talking about, Meech?

I'ma be real with you, Tee.

I think this nigga Pat's
getting high, bro.

This nigga ain't
the first nigga in the game

playing with his nose.

Oh, nigga, I ain't talking
about tooting.

I think this motherfucker's
blowing on glass dicks.

Oh, nah, you bullshitting.

Damn.

I mean, fuck it.

Let's holler at Rock
and see about a new plug.

Look, maybe we should just see
what up with dude K-9.

Hell, nah, that nigga's
from Brewsters,

and you know how grimy
them project niggas be.

No, Rock's our best bet,

and as far as him
being Pat's dude,

hey, it's just business.

Ain't shit personal about it.

Let's just go with K-9 for now.

Yo, why we always got to go
your way?

We don't.

I thought about your way,
and I like my way better.

Yo, I'm so sick of you
and your selfish shit.

Just pop me to the crib, bro.

I love you, too, bro.

Yeah, whatever, nigga.

Tee and I
were so busy arguing details

that we lost sight
of the big picture.

Pat put us on,
gave us our stripes.

Wasn't just a mentor.

That nigga was family, and we
was walking away from him.

But chasing that almighty

makes you do some
of the damnedest things.

Oh, my God.

Lawanda, can you come out?
Let me see.

Why can't we
just go to Northland?

Let me see first.

You can't see shit in
them Stevie Wonder-ass glasses.

Hey, you look good.

I'm a new mother, okay.

I'm not no Grandma Moses.

Hey, everything got to be right
for this christening.

Babe, you putting extras
on this shit, for real.

No, I'm not.

Our whole family's gonna be
in front of this congregation,

which is why

your hair got to go back
to the natural color.

Here you go.
- It's cute, but...

This fool think bringing us
back together in church

gonna make us a big old
happy family again.

And you got another way
to bring Pops back?

No, but if you want to keep
blowing your money,

who am I to complain?

First of all, put them
fake-ass cubic zirconias back.

I'ma get you
real diamond earrings.

Maybe you ain't
a fool after all.

Look, you and Wanda,
y'all get whatever else

y'all need
and meet me out front

before I buy up
this whole damn store.

Let's go, Darnel.

It's Darius.

Yo, what about these?

Man, get the hell out of here

with them Willy Wonka-
looking-ass shoes, man.

We gonna be rocking these
from now on.

Yeah.
- Yo, hey!

I'ma need these
in a size 12, all right?

Get the sizes for the rest
of the crew in these.

Good seeing you, baby.

All right.
I see you top shotting

with the "uniformality"
and all that shit.

Unifor-what? Spell that shit.

Oh, well, I'm a educated
brother.

So S-U-C-K my dick, nigga.

Get the fuck out of here.

Hey, yo. what we doing
about the 50 Boyz?

Shutting they asses down
like I said, nigga.

Hmm. Well, here's our chance.

Terry Flenory just walked in.

Oh, classic YBI shoes.

You ask me, these should be
in a museum somewhere.

Oh, yeah?

Don't mean I'ma get your ass
a pair.

Come on. Oh, shit.

What up, Terry?

Ain't shit. You tell me?

Yo, Terry, I think
he pooped himself.

I know diapers cost.

New batch on me, all right?

Got eyes like his daddy.

Terry, who the fuck is that?

Let's go.

Jay Mo's still missing.

And so is Filmel Fleming.

His aunt said
he moved to North Carolina,

but she doesn't have
any contact info.

Oh, it's not a coincidence

the 12th Street Boys'
first and second

in command
have been neutralized.

Obviously
someone's shaking things up.

Now, my sources say

that Jay Mo was behind
the Terry Flenory shooting.

Revenge is a likely motive.

Let's not get
ahead of ourselves.

For all we know, Jay Mo

could be on a bender
somewhere with his girl.

Yeah, or he's
six feet under somewhere,

courtesy of Demetrius Flenory.

Flenory's not a killer.

I mean, he's got no record,
no history of violence.

Lamar Silas,
on the other hand-excuse me-

just took over 12th Street.

He spent two years
in a psych institution

for a violent assault,
and get this-

surveillance photos
caught him exiting

Downriver Memorial Hospital
the night

that Fleming discharged.

Also, Silas used to run
Visger Road

long before 50
and the 12th Street Boys.

And clearly,
he's benefiting the most

from the vacancy
in leadership.

I'm not buying it.
- It doesn't matter.

Investigate them both.

But our primary objective is
finding Williams and Fleming.

Search all parks and waterways.
Talk to friends and relatives.

Look at bank
and credit card activity.

Questions?

Let's go.

Hey, E, do me a favor.

Send me the best bottle
of bubbly you got over there

to them pretty ladies
right there for me, all right?

And let me get
another one, too.

I'ma stop letting
your young ass in here,

you keep running me
around like this.

Yo, we been here
over an hour already.

Where the hell
is this Big L motherfucker?

K-9 told us to meet him here.

Dude supposed to be
in a blue shirt.

God damn.

Hey, what you drinking, baby?

I'm fine.

I don't need you
to buy me anything.

Fuck it.

She ain't talking about shit.
Bye, motherfucker.

You buying rounds
for the bar, too?

Nope, that ain't me.

What'd you say
your name was, again?

I actually didn't.

But you could have
a good night.

Yo, this nigga flaked on us.
It's a wrap.

Shit.
Maybe for you, not for me.

You don't see this bottle
paying off?

Homegirl giving me
action, nigga.

Yo, come on, we tried your way.

Can we at least try mine
and go holler at Rock?

All right, man.
Fuck it, all right?

Just hold on. Give me a minute.

Damn.

Hey, your ass
is always partying.

One pork belly burrito
coming up!

Brother, you need
to get out of my way.

We got a rush going on.
- Look, man, my bad.

Man, I don't know what the hell
I'm supposed to be doing.

Yo, why don't you start bagging
some of these Stone burgers?

Now, that I can do.

Who's next?

One Stone Burger, please.

Hey, hurry it up!

Sorry, we're out.

Man, what?

Y'all out of Stone Burgers?

Get the fuck
out of here, Lamar.

Hey!

Hey, y'all try
the Stone Burger?

No?

Oh, man, it's amazing!
Really is.

Ma'am...
- Mm-hmm?

You try they Stone Burger?
- No.

It's on their secret menu.

I didn't know you guys
had a secret menu.

I'll try that Stone Burger.
And I'll take a Coke, too.

Matter of fact, hey, let me get
one of 'em Stone Burgers, too.

Put some special sauce
on my shit.

Hey, ditto.
Give me everything on mine.

Hold the cheese.

Hey, yeah, 'cause
we're lactose intolerant.

What the fuck we supposed
to do, give everybody a 50?

Yo, where the Stone Burgers?

Sorry. Sorry. We're closed.
Try back tomorrow.

What? No!
- What?

How they gonna close

if we don't get
the Stone Burger?

Meech and Terry
are gonna be pissed.

I'm hungry.

What's cracking, Sam?

What up, Meech?

I got you.

Your ass should've
stayed with me last night

like I told you.
- Why?

I fucked around
and hit baby girl

and her friend.

Had them freaking together.

Eating each other out and shit.

Ugh, you little nasty ass.

You probably went down
on them, too, huh?

Man, fuck, nah, I ain't doing
that with no girl I just met.

Hey, I think there go old boy.

Damn, Meech.

You sure know how to pick 'em.

Shit, you was all worried
and shit,

so I picked a spot
nobody could see us at.

So what up?
You got us a new plug or what?

Look, this a big ask.
You sure y'all can handle it?

Man, look, I've outgrown
asking permission, man.

And I'm starting to outgrow
my patience with your ass.

Chill, Meech.
Let's see what he got to say.

Look, I know a certain somebody
out of Florida, all right?

May still be in town.

They ain't connected
to Pat, is they?

Nah. Blast from the past.

Dipped down South
and made it big, real big.

All right, look,
you set the shit up, this you.

Oh, hell, no, young'un.
You got me fucked up.

I ain't no matchmaker.
I'm a fucking investor, nigga.

Look, I need 20 up front,

ten points on everything
going forward.

Man, we gonna give you
five on the backside.

Here.

All right, cool.
Look, stay ready.

There's no telling when these
floodgates'll open, all right?

All right.

What's up, baby?

Uh-uh, I paged you all night,

and you show up
the next morning

with some diapers and a...

a bag of chips you eating
out of.

Come on, go easy on me,
all right?

It's the thought that counts.

Not to mention
I miss you and Nee-Nee.

Oh, look...

I bought your favorites.

Jujyfruits, really?

You don't want to take it,
I will.

I hate you.

Nee-Nee.

It's your daddy.

I missed you, baby girl.

Mm.

What you been doing, huh?

Went to practice. Went to work.

I got Nee-Nee a new dresser
and put it together.

Why you ain't call me?
I would've did it.

No, you would've paid
someone to put it together.

Same thing.

No, it's not.

You got that money I sent you?

Yeah, thanks.

You didn't have to send
that much.

I told you I got money saved.

What you doing?
Why you put her back?

We both know
why you're really here.

I mean, a woman got needs, too.

Okay.

Damn.

And what makes
you think

the hospital made a mistake?

Look at his eye.

You tell me.

Is it just wandering,
or is your vision affected?

"Just wandering"?

Your uncle told us
you were a good lawyer.

Charles.

I didn't mean to imply

that cosmetic appearances
don't matter.

I'm just trying to figure out

how serious the malpractice
might have been.

My vision's actually
been getting worse,

and, uh, sometimes my eye
gets really blurry.

Things took a turn
when they brought him back

for that corrective surgery
at the hospital.

"Corrective"?
Was that their wording?

They didn't have
no damn words.

The doctors refused to answer
when I asked them directly,

"Did he make a mistake?"

Hmm.

Well, look,
we can file a malpractice suit.

How long would that take?

Depends.
The filing begins a process

where we get
all the hospital records.

Sometimes when they know
they messed up

and they don't want
those records to come out,

it rattles their cages,

and they make an offer
out of the gate.

I don't want to just
rattle their cages

and see what falls out.

I want them to pay
for what they done to my son.

I'm not advocating
to settle for peanuts.

I'm saying the way they respond
will tell us a lot

about how bad things
are for them.

Then we can weigh
the cost-benefit

of pushing for more
versus settling.

I'm not going to treat you
or Terry

the way the hospital did.

I promise.
You're in good hands.

Thank you for the coffee cake,
Mrs. Flenory.

It was delicious.
I'll be in touch.

All right.
- I'll walk you out.

Okay.

Thanks.

Thank you.
- Thank you.

I don't trust her as far
as I could spit.

Because you don't think
she's a good lawyer

or because
she's Pastor Swift's niece?

Both.

You gonna stay for dinner?

I'm not Demetrius.

I ain't hanging around nowhere
I don't actually stay.

I think you've made
your point, Charles.

I ain't trying to make one.

Pops, you can't just leave us
'cause of what Meech did.

This is between
your mother and I.

And I completely understand
that, but we a family.

Here we have
the christening coming up.

I mean, you should be fighting
to keep us together,

not letting your pride
tear us apart.

Mm.

Hey, Lori, Tee's having
a christening

for my nephew in a few days.

You know it'd be nice

if we could all be there
as a family.

Besides, my mama'd love
to see you and Neeka.

Yeah.

That's cool.
Uh, but what you about to do?

Man, what the hell you mean?
I just got here.

No, you want to spend time
with us,

you need to call ahead.

I'm not sitting around here
waiting on you.

So you just gonna use me
for my manhood and put me out?

Pretty much.

And hurry up
before my mama get home.

Check this out.
See if you like it.

Ah, you ain't put nothing
in this to kill me

for talking about
them ashy-ass ankles, huh?

I should have.

You know I just be fucking
with you,

but this right here
is the truth.

Mmm.

Any signs of old boy?
- Mm-mm.

That's a good thing, right?

Depends on how
you look at things.

Lamar knows we're deep.

He's probably just trying
to wait us out.

Or he could have been
playing us all along.

Wait, what-what you
talking about?

Where the hell you going?

What if shutting down
the food trucks

wasn't part
of Lamar's main play

but more of a distraction
to get us all here?

I don't get it.

Who's watching the stash
right now?

Don't nobody
even know where it's at.

Hoop-Hoop, you being paranoid.

Maybe, maybe not.
But I'ma check it out.

Your mom said
you and your siblings

wore this at your christenings.

- It's cute, right?

Yo, what up?

Yo, Wanda,
c-can you pass me that?

All right, bet.

Man, you got me
walking into this meeting

smelling like
a goddamn ashtray.

Man, it's better
than looking

like a fucking fruitcake

with that preppie-ass shit
you got on.

Yeah, whatever, nigga.

What's up, bro?

Terry Flenory.
I'm here to see Ron Batten.

No reservation under that name.

Man, he ain't even check
the book.

Terry Lee Flenory

for Ronald Batten Jr.

Can you check your book,
please?

Look, Steve's Soul Food
is about half a mile south.

Now, perhaps you gentlemen-

Man, fuck this clown ass.
I'm going to the bar.

Niggas.

What up doe?

Hey, let get a shot
of Remy VSOP.

Member number?

Member number.

One, zero, zero.
That's my member number.

Sorry, bar's
for members only.

I'm over this bougie-ass shit.

Nah, Rock said
the meeting is here.

Fuck that. We waiting.

Why you always being
so damn stubborn?

I don't know.

Maybe I learned
from my big brother.

Yeah, well, that ain't

the only thing
I'ma teach your little ass.

Hey, my nuts, nigga.

Hopefully we don't get
stood up.

This bougie-ass shit.

What the...
Yo, I thought they denied you.

I guess he changed his mind,
sent us over two shots.

Let's go.

Yeah, so when
we get there, as long as-

Yo, what the fuck?
- Shit.

Fellas.
Let's go ahead and take a walk.

Yo, what the fuck, yo?
What the fuck?

What you doing, man?

Yo, chill. What the...
- Let's go.

Move your Black ass.

Where the fuck
is we going, man?

Don't worry about it.
- Y'all bullshitting?

Don't fucking touch me, nigga.

Yo, what the fuck?

All right, all right! Damn.

Get in.

I ain't getting in
nowhere, nigga.

I said get in the fucking van.

What the-
- Let's go.

Yo, chill.
What the fuck?

Fuck!

Agh!

Fuck you!

Fuck.

Aah!

Shit!

Fuck.

Here, kitty-kitty.

Come on, get up.
- Fuck up out of...

Fuck.

Fuck.

Hey, Meech.
Hey, you there?

Yeah. Can't see shit.

Yo, Rock, what the fuck
is we doing, man?

Where's your man?
- Ron not gonna make it.

Y'all thought y'all
was gonna go behind my back

with another plug?

Yo, I keep telling
you motherfuckers

I know everything that go down
in these damn streets.

Pat, we wasn't trying to-
- Shut the fuck up!

Pat, I been asking for you
to up our volume, man.

You kept on refusing.

What the fuck was
we supposed to do, huh?

What would you have done?

I hear you, and I respect that.

Man, come on, man.
Look, man, it's my fault.

Tee kept telling me this was
a bad move all along, man.

All right? He ain't have
nothing to do with this.

Just keep him out of this, man.

Please, Pat. Don't do this.
- Nigga, move!

Don't do this. Come-

You doing
your motherfucking job,

but this nigga right here?

He wasn't doing his.

I'm out here figuring out
shit by myself.

You motherfuckers
clean this shit up.

And give me my fucking money.

Tee, you all right?

What we supposed to do now?

Don't say shit, don't do shit.

Just act like nothing happened.

How you expect me to do that?
This shit ain't cool, Meech.

I know it ain't.

Then don't ask me to pretend.

I meant what I said
back there, all right?

This ain't on you, Tee.

It's on me, man.
It's all my fault.

Dog, don't beat me
over the head

with this big-brother bullshit,
not right now.

Tee, you kept asking me
to be equal, man.

You wasn't ready.
But I let you have it anyway.

You got to be the most
narcissistic motherfucker

that I know.
- What you talking about?

Meech, just shut the fuck up.
Please.

Damn, nigga, where
the fuck you been at?

What?

Old boy got us for everything.

Everything.

Man, get the fuck
out of here, man.

Where was your ass at?

Man, I was handling shit
at the hospital with my moms.

Nigga, why you ain't tell us?

We been paging your ass
every fucking day.

Man, I been fucked up
over all this shit, all right?

We ain't been seeing
eye to eye,

and I can't handle no static
from your ass

with my mom laid up like that.

Nigga, I don't give a fuck.

We just lost
everything we fucking had.

So what you saying-

all this shit
is my fucking fault?

Whoa, man.

Yo, yo.
- Chill out!

Nigga, I'll beat
your motherfucking ass.

Get your hands off me!
- Fucking chill!

Bitch, fuck you!

Hoop, you sure it was Lamar?

Man, I heard his ass

just as clear as I'm hearing
y'all right now.

Yo, how the hell he knew
where our stash was?

There was only five people
that knew.

It was Me, Meech, B-Mick, you-

And Kato.
- Hell, nah. Hell, nah.

If it wasn't for her ass,
I'd be dead as a doorknob.

Kato saved my fucking life,

so y'all can kill
whatever y'all thinking.

Come on.

Ah, I don't think
it was Kato either.

Nigga, I don't give
a fuck what you think.

Chill, Meech.

This crazy-ass motherfucker
Lamar been watching us

the entire time.

Maybe we can go after the
motherfucker that was with him,

'cause I definitely
clipped him.

Somebody hobbling
around Southwest Detroit

with a fucked-up limp
right now.

Or maybe we don't do shit.

Let's just think and regroup.

Come on.

I'm tired as fuck.
Pop me to the crib.

Yo, come on.

Fucking trippin', man.

Get a report for me, okay?

Thank you.

Hey!

Top of the morning to you.

Well, well, well.

What's it been,
six, seven years now?

About that.

And I've been on harbor patrol
for the last five.

Ha. Ha.

I see that diving
keeping you in shape.

I'm a supervisor now.

I got guys for that.
- Mm.

How's Gloria and Kevin?

We separated.
This time, it's for real.

Kevin's with me,

and I'm getting ready
for a nasty divorce.

That fucking sucks.

No, man.
That's fucking life.

And you know how well
I'm versed in it.

So how's the good old Ecorse PD
treating you?

Small city, smaller budget,

different department,
same shit.

I got a call about a floater

in the river
fitting your description.

My divers have been in that
water searching for that body.

I'm getting ready to call it.
You sure it's on the up-and-up?

Of course,
or I wouldn't have called you.

I got a pocket full
of your wooden nickels, man.

This wouldn't be the first time

you pulled the wool
over my eyes.

None of my shit
ever blew back on you

or anybody else,
for that matter.

That's because your ass ran off
to a new jurisdiction.

Yo, look-

What the fuck you want
from me, man?

Hell, I don't know.

Maybe for the officer
who trained me

to follow the same code
he taught me to follow?

That's it.

Detective Wallace!
We got something!

Definitely a body trapped
down there in that debris.

But with all this sludge,
we can't unleash it.

All right, call another unit
with a board.

See if we
can't wiggle him free.

Father God,
we thank You

for bringing us together

for such a glorious occasion.

Lord, we're here to celebrate

and welcome Terry Lee Flenory

into holy communion with You.

Church, say amen.

Amen.

And who will be
giving this child away

to be christened?

We do.
- We do.

And do you commit to raising
this child

to love
and understand Jesus Christ?

And do you commit
to teaching this child

the commandments
as God taught us-

how to love ourselves
as our neighbors?

We do.

And who will be
this child's godparents?

And do you commit to assisting

Terry's parents
with raising him

to know Jesus Christ?

We do.
- We do.

Oh, yes, Lord.

Lord, we... we thank You

for the... the gift of life.

We know that every life
that You create, Father,

is precious.

Every life has
a special meaning, Lord.

We ask that You bless

and protect Brother Terry.

We ask that You bless
his family,

that they may seek Your love

and guidance
and protection, Father.

All rise.

I christen you in the name

of the Father, the Son,
and the Holy Spirit.

Church, say amen.

Amen.

Thank you so much,
Pastor Swift.

Thank you for everything.

Pleasure's all mine, sister.

And you know I got Tee,

just like I took care of you
many moons ago.

He's covered.

Praise God.

Family, God bless you all.

Hey, Pastor.
- Hey, Pastor.

Pops, are you coming
to brunch with us still?

I wouldn't miss it
for the world.

Hey, this is like a little
mini family reunion right here.

Somebody should take a picture.

I know. I-I-I have my camera,
but I forgot it in the car.

Excuse me, sisters.

Excuse me, officers,
is there a problem?

We need to speak to a member
of your congregation.

No, not right now, brother.

We wrapping up
a celebration.

Can this thing wait?

No, Pastor, it can't.

Demetrius, we need you
to come downtown with us.

For what? What is this about?

Ma'am, we need to speak

with your son
about a missing person.

Do you have a warrant?

No, but it'd be easier
on everybody

if he just came down with us.

Look,
I don't really believe that,

so I'm gonna have
to politely decline.

Okay.

I don't think
I'm gonna be eating with y'all.

What are you
talking about, Charles?

What are you talking about?

Charles!

You done forgot what side
of the streets you belong.

I gave you the info
to the food trucks

and the stash house.

You fired a fucking gun at me?

I had to shoot to make it
look real, Lamar.

I'm the only other person
that knew where the stash was.

Aah!

Bitch, I ain't stupid.

I'm doing what I have to do
to get their trust.

I swear
on my father's grave, Lamar.

Man, open
your motherfucking mouth.

Only reason why I ain't peeling
your fucking cap back

is 'cause your dad
was a good dude.

But you ever raise
a fucking heater at me again,

it'll be your last time.

Ha ha. Yeah.

Locking it.

Yo, what's up?
You good?

Came to see
if you wanted some company.

All right.

What the hell
was you doing down here?

Shit, smoking my mind out.

You just came just
to give me some compa-

Wait. Wait.
Do you have a condom?

Hell, yeah.
Which color you want?

You're such an idiot.

Yeah, maybe.

But I ain't get high like this
all the time.

Kick your ass
for showing up here.

I can say the same thing-

how you showed up
to my nephew's christening.

You lied to me.

Jay-Mo was dragged
out the Detroit River today

with a bullet in his head.

Man, I ain't do that shit.
- Bullshit, nigga.

I didn't fucking kill that man.

What the fuck
you talking about?

Last time I seen him,
he was fine.

Okay, so then what happened
to him, Meech?

I mean, who killed the kid?

How the fuck
should I know, huh?

Okay, so, here,

my boss is going
after everybody-

you, Terry, and anybody else
in the Downriver area

that's dealing drugs.

No, don't start that shit.

Motherfucker, do you know
what kind of shit

you got me caught up in?

I know.

And I got a little extra
for you for your inconvenience.

But right now we got to stick
together more than ever, man.

Nigga,
there ain't no we, Meech.

This is over. This is finished.

No, this shit ain't over with.

Not yet.

You still need me
as much as I need you.

Don't ever forget that.

"I'll huff, and I'll puff,

and I'll blow your house in."

Now, the Three Little Pigs,
they thought they were smart.

They weren't gonna let
no Big Bad Wolf

into their house.

But they didn't know...

that the wolf
had already found his way in

and took everything
that they had.

But, Daddy,
that's not how the story goes.

The pigs bake the wolf.

Ah, well, in my version,

the wolf... eats the pigs!

Hmm.

I love you.

I love you, too.
- Hmm.

Night.
- Good night.

Zoe's knocked out.

She loves you so much.

I'm just hitting
my stride, you know.

I don't know.

It's something different
about you.

I got you something.

Ooh, what is it?

Lamar!

I told you I'd be putting
our family first

from here on out.

It's beautiful!

How did you pay for that?

If you want to know the truth,

I'll tell you
every single detail.

Or...

...I can put it on ya.

I love it.

Yeah?

Yes.

Dang.

Ain't that the prettiest thing
I ever seen?

Lamar, no.

It's okay, baby.
There ain't no pressure.

Oh!

Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!

Fuck, Lamar!

Get in.

Are you stalking me?

I actually like how you handled
yourself the other night.

You Big L?

I did my homework,
and I like what I found.

You're green,

but I can definitely do
business with you.

Yo, I'm down, as long as
I can cop my weight up front.

That's the only way
I do business.

But I do have one condition
of my own.

I only work with you.

I don't work with your brother
or anyone else directly.

Will that be a problem?

Nah. Not a problem at all.

Good.

I'll be in touch.

Pat said
I turned my back on him.

I thought it was justified.

Pat was a father figure,

and by breaking away, I set
an example for my brother.

So, when Terry had the chance,

he just followed
in my footsteps.