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Previously, on "Raising Kanan"...

I got a CI bellyaching in interrogation two

that I gotta go deal with.

- You got a snitch. - Scrap?

- He working with us. - Bullshit.

Real shit.

What happened that night,

the night you had me take Kanan out of state?

What happened that night is, I was protecting my son.

He came to my store.

He comes and he goes as he pleases.

It's just a move in this game we playin'.

It's no hard feelings. Just business.

You may wanna keep it down.

You and, uh, your sister

wanna come inside, Corrine?

Fly-ass necklace, Famous.

That's why it's on my neck, nigga.

Not no more, it ain't.

Get the fuck outta here, Freddy.

- Grab that bag. - Hey! Hey!

This might be just what you need

for whatever you two are cookin'.

Everything is in here. Your mans made sure of that.

Good lookin' out.

What's this?

The answers to questions

you still might have.

We will develop, produce,

and release a track for Zisa.

Single deal's for suckers, yo.

Marvin, what are your triggers?

I will kick your ass right here

right fucking now!

You live near Eddie Murphy in Jersey?

I'm in Westchester. Scarsdale.

Bad enough you left.

Then you just show up

after all the real work's been done

and think you can collect a damn check.

I just want a relationship with my daughter.

She killed our daughter!

Joe, she's a murderer!

Laverne, you shouldn't be here.

She loved your daughter, you know.

♪ 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, South side ♪

♪ 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 ♪

You know how you throw some shit in the water

and it send out them waves all over?

That's how this game is.

Do one thing, and the shit spreads.

You start all them waves,

and they goin' in places you can't reach,

touchin' shit you can't even see.

They makin' their way, splashin' up everywhere.

A whole lot of niggas gonna get wet because of you,

more than you know at first.

But you gonna find out.

That's for damn sure.

Nicole would've hated it here.

She had bad hay fever.

The pollen from the trees and the grass

would've made her miserable.

She was a city girl.

Don't worry. Linda's not here. Uh...

...we're divorcing, actually.

If I'm honest with myself,

it was probably going to happen

when Nicole went off to college.

Linda and I see the world very differently.

Nicole's death...

...just hastened the inevitable, I guess.

I miss her so much.

Me too.

You know, Laverne, uh...

...I'm glad that...

she knew what it felt like to be in love.

I'm glad that you were in her life.

Mr. Bingham, I think there's something that...

No, there's nothing else that I need to know.

There's nothing else I wanna know.

You made...

...my daughter happy.

That's all any parent wants for their child.

Oh, thank you.

Nicole cared about you,

so I care about you.

If there is ever anything that you need, Laverne,

anything at all...

...y-you know where to find me.

I'll let you two spend some time alone.

You don't have to go.

Oh, I'm-I'm here almost every day.

I'm sure she, uh, wants a break from me.

Hey, by the way, whatever happened, uh, to that tape

of-of you and Nicole singing together?

I have turned her room upside down,

and I can't seem to find it.

I don't know what happened to it.

Oh.

Linda probably threw it away.

Be well, Laverne.

While the rest of the crew

continue to tear it up on their own,

Ralph got a few things to say himself.

And tee on that sensitive tip with this one.

Is this nigga ever gonna play our track?

You supposed to be fuckin' me,

not listening to the radio.

♪ A man like you ♪

♪ Someone who can love me... ♪

Yeah, just like that.

- Wah gwaan? - Where Crown at?

Who the fuck are you,

and what are you doing in my fuckin' studio?

Boy, this Crown studio. Where the boy, then?

This mine and Crown's.

- He not here. - Where is he, then?

Do I look like that nigga's keeper?

Who the fuck are you?

Bumboclaat, boy. We have some business with him.

Crown business ain't my...

Ain't my business.

You now just say you share this place with him,

so his business are your business.

And if we don't see him soon,

your business become our business.

Oh, it don't work like that.

Boy...

we represent Linton Manley.

Yeah, your bredren Crown borrow 50,000 from him,

and he put this place up as collateral.

So if we don't get our paper soon,

it's Linton Manley's studio.

You need to finish.

Fine. Fuck you then, Lou.

Fucking Crown.

Shit.

Sh... oh, sh...

Sh...

There you go.

Pizza good as hell, right?

Fuck the pizza.

You said you had business.

Food brings different cultures together, Capone.

I- I'm tryin' to build these bridges

over some cheese and sauce.

This fuckin' guy.

You got work or not?

Got a rat problem by where you rest at.

Now, I'd handle it myself,

but my Black ass show up out there,

alarms start ringin'.

People start runnin'.

Whereas a pasty-faced motherfucker like yourself

fit right the fuck in.

How much?

Five.

All right, listen.

If I do this, it's outside my family.

All right? My father doesn't know about this.

That's on you, brother.

All right.

I'll think about it.

But don't call me again.

I'll find you.

Noticed you killed that slice, by the way.

I told you, we bondin' over this mozzarella.

Caviar is like money.

- Hmm. - You grow into it.

At first, you don't get it.

You don't know the right way to enjoy it.

But as soon as you figure that thing out,

can't get enough of it.

Well, when it comes to money, I'm all the way grown.

But I don't know if I'm grown enough for this shit.

Mm-mm.

You can do way better than this old man, girl.

Oh, Boris, when you start letting the help

mingle with the diners?

Traymont Stinson, Fort Washington St in sons.

You two know each other?

Associates.

Traymont, you trackin' me?

'Cause according to my calendar,

we ain't supposed to meet till later on.

- Well, you know this my spot. - Psh!

Traymont was used to bustin' up crabs with a damn hammer

down in Baltimore when we first started workin' together.

I civilized this cretin motherfucker.

Nigga, I been on this shit since way before you, Cartier.

Shit!

Hell, I turned you on to it.

We at the Hilton later?

Pierre. Got a suite.

- Abraham with you? - You know damn well

Abraham only fuck with the Holiday Inn.

That fool cheap.

Caviar at the Russian Tea Room?

Suite at The Pierre?

Seems to me I'm makin' you too much money.

I make my own money, Cartier.

You keep tellin' yourself that.

Now, get the fuck out of my face

so I can enjoy my motherfuckin' beluga and Stoli, nigga.

Pleasure.

Traymont sits over my distro in Maryland and D.C.

I own that motherfucker.

Yeah, I don't think he agree with that.

Without me...

...he ain't got shit to sell but his mama.

Ain't you the one who said

insubordination leads to insurrection?

Or is that just some shit you talk?

Anita Baker's "Caught Up in the Rapture" playing...

♪ I love you here... ♪

Can I come in?

♪ Baby ♪

♪ You let my love fly freely ♪

♪ I want you in my life For all time... ♪

Uh...

♪ I-I-I-I-I-I'm... ♪

Just wanted to give this back to you.

I hope it kept you safe.

Did what it needed to do.

♪ Nothing else can compare ♪

Hmm.

♪ When I feel The magic of you... ♪

Where Corinne at?

Um... uh, she's out with her friends.

Well, I catch her later, then.

I'm glad you're safe.

I gave you my pistol,

so I felt responsible for you, Kanan.

And I wouldn't be able to live with myself

if you would've got hurt.

Uh, yeah, I'm, uh... I'm good.

♪ Light my life... ♪

You a whole lot better than good, baby.

♪ Say tonight will be ♪

♪ Just the start ♪

Mm. Wait, wait, wait. No.

You-you Corinne's mother.

Shit.

I'm a woman...

...first and foremost.

♪ For all time... ♪

For real?

♪ I-I-I-I-I-I'm ♪

♪ Caught up in the rapture Of love... ♪

Do not have sexual relations

with both a woman and her daughter.

Do not take your wife's sister as a rival wife

and have sexual relations with her

while your wife is living.

Do not have sexual relations with your neighbor's wife

and defile yourself with her.

Leviticus 18 gives us a whole list of rules

for our bedroom activities.

And these are not suggestions, my brothers and sisters.

These are orders, mandates,

commandments.

When Leviticus 18 says,

"Do not have sexual relations with a man

as one does with a woman;

That is detestable,"

that is God telling us

that these so-called alternative lifestyles

we keep hearing about

are nothing more than wickedness,

nothing more than plain, old-fashioned

hellacious sin.

And there's nothing alternative about that.

Yo, get the fuck out the way.

Yo, y'all got these niggas out here loiterin'?

Yo, we not selling right now.

Where they at?

Yo, you got a line of customers waitin' to get fed

and you countin'?

This all y'all got all day?

We just sent a bag out two hours ago.

- The fuck you doin' Lou? - I'm runnin' shit.

Hey man, gimme that.

How much you takin'?

Yo, man, this shit need to be added the fuck up.

You can't take the money till it's been counted.

Look, I got it all in my head, all right?

Yo, Marv,

with this nigga Worrell out of Newark now,

we tryin' to get these books right.

And just pullin' out cash uncounted like that,

it's gonna fuck us up.

So, uh, whatever you do,

don't marry your husband's brother.

And don't mess with your wife's sister neither.

Why? You got a sister?

You a clown.

So when you gonna give me those digits?

Hadn't thought about it.

I have.

Let me take you to a movie, just kick it.

I'll share some popcorn with you, a soda,

some Milk Duds, maybe.

We not sharin' a soda.

We not like that.

Well, not yet, we not.

We gonna get there, girl.

Just let me get that number, Laverne.

We can come back and just let the committee

take care of everything else that we need.

Okay.

Go on.

Hey yo, Garcia, what's up with that?

Her kid killed himself.

But she's not buyin' it.

She's been coming to the precinct every week

and leanin' hard on Peng to open an investigation.

Peng?

Peng wasn't on the kid's suicide.

She's Peng's CI.

She's been workin' with him for almost a year now.

- I thought the kid was the CI. - Nah.

She's got some, uh, card game

that has her hearin' all the neighborhood 411.

Peng has us look the other way on the game,

and she gives him what she hears.

Raq here?

No.

How you been?

Fine.

Word.

That's good, you know. That's-that's real good.

I guess just let your aunt know I was looking for her, then.

Um...

yo, when was you gonna tell me about your moms?

I wasn't.

- Who told you? - Don't matter.

What matter is, she left.

Left the both of us and kept goin'.

Kenya ain't your mother.

She just some broad that dropped a baby and ran.

And you think you did any better than that?

I think I fucked up plenty.

But I was here.

I was here and never stopped tryin'.

Look, I'm tryin' to get into this soup, man.

She wasn't there for you before.

She ain't gonna be here for you now.

Kenya is on her own shit.

Always has been.

Traymont.

Mm, you're lookin' a little worse for wear

since I saw you earlier.

Yeah, fucked myself up getting' out the shower.

With all Cartier pullin' from your share,

you takin' a bath.

So I ain't gonna mince no words or waste your time.

I can offer you more work for less cash and headache

than you got with Cartier.

And I know that headache is real right now, bro.

Who the fuck are you exactly?

I mean, we just met three hours ago

on some caviar and vodka,

and now you tryin' to be my business partner?

I can offer you better product at a better price.

That's all you need to know about me right now.

Look, I'm a businessman, girl.

And I only fuck with people I know.

I don't know you.

You got some big balls, though.

Hell of a risk, steppin' to me like this.

How you know I won't just dime you out to Cartier?

Well, you don't know me, but I know you.

And I know you don't wanna fuck with Cartier Fareed no more.

See, I'm here because I add value.

And in this game, that's all that matters.

So if you a businessman like you say you are,

I'ma be hearing from you real soon.

- Gerardi's don't miss. - This is some good pizza.

Now, tell me about them grades.

Had to shut me up there.

All right, look.

Grades are what they are, all right?

Keepin' shit movin'.

Mm, grades are what you make them.

It's about moving toward something, Kanan,

you know, settin' goals for yourself,

achieving them, surpassing them.

Uh, I got goals for myself.

Yeah, just 'cause you tryin' to score don't mean they goals.

I'm moving toward something, okay?

So, uh, speaking of movin',

that's actually why I reached out.

Hmm?

I got a job offer in North Carolina.

Charlotte.

They want me to be the transport planner there.

Damn. Sound important.

Probably just gonna be figuring out bus routes,

but, this is a good opportunity for me.

Wow, that's...

Just doin' it, huh?

Gettin' up outta South side?

Yeah.

I know you're not really kickin' it with my moms

like that no more, so...

We're better as friends.

You gonna be the one that tell your friend you leaving?

No, I'm thinkin' it might be better for our friendship

if I just left.

You and me both know you wouldn't have even told me this

if you ain't want her to know, Symph.

You're too smart for your own good.

And you know this.

One-seventeen Squad to Central.

Central. Go ahead.

Fifteen a rolling New York.

Sam, Zebra, Victor 378.

The seller is thrilled with your offer,

but the homeowners' association are real sticklers

when it comes to proof of income.

I'm payin' cash. What else they need to know?

It's about you maintaining the property,

being able to afford any mandated improvements.

Neighborhoods like this one have covenants and bylaws

that require the homeowner follow strict guidelines

when maintaining the property,

everything from the height of your bushes

to the frequency of when your grass is cut.

Tell 'em I own a record label and a lawn mower.

I'll get 'em everything they need.

Oh, fuck.

License and registration.

My license is in my pocket,

and my registration's in the glove box.

Go ahead.

What'd I do?

I don't know yet.

That sounds unconstitutional,

but not unusual.

You were stopped here at a checkpoint last summer

in South Jamaica on a night when a cop was shot.

What were you doing here?

For real? That's why you pulled me over?

They were stoppin' everyone that night.

Why were you here?

Shit, I don't even remember.

I... think I was looking for gas or somethin'

after droppin' a friend off at the airport.

How do you know Kanan Stark?

Better question is, how do you know Kanan Stark?

I don't answer you. You answer me.

Kanan is a student of mine.

He was in a class I taught up at City College.

Kanan Stark's in high school.

It was an after-school thing.

You seem to know a whole lot about Kanan.

You also have a relationship with his mother?

You gonna arrest me or something?

'Cause it feels like these questions

are going to a place they shouldn't be going,

and I don't really feel comfortable answering them.

Have you ever met Kanan's father?

Okay, I'm not answering you anymore.

You wanna give me a ticket or something, go ahead,

but I'm done answering these questions.

Wait here.

What, am I gonna leave when you got my ID?

Can I help you?

Need to get this fixed.

All right. What...

All right, I need to respool it,

untangle it, rerecord it to another tape.

- How much? - Twenty.

All right.

Very good. Come back tomorrow.

Pretty sure I told you, bigger than Miami and Jers.

But just wanted to let you know you's on my mind and e'ything.

But you know I'm on the clock.

'Bout to get back to this business, a'ight?

I'ma see you later, baby, a'ight?

Proud love from up above.

What it do, baby?

You know, I don't know why niggas

be shittin' on New Jersey.

I like it out here.

Feels like vacation.

Paid vacation at that.

You talk to Raq about movin' on the crew

in that other building?

You see, Raq just an investor.

Out here, we think for ourselves.

She see it different.

I don't give a fuck how she see it, my nigga.

Neither should you.

I mean, just think about it, right?

Why you think she moved you from the Forties

out here to New Jersey?

Raq ain't stupid, my nigga.

She want all her problems in one place.

You and me, we those problems.

She just bidin' her time right now

till she figure out what she gonna do with us, man.

See, that's why we gonna make our own plans

and our own moves, a'ight?

'Cause I ain't goin' out like that again.

And neither is you, my nigga.

Marco.

Come on, man, you can't be pullin' up on us like that.

What it do, man? You know we gangsters, baby.

Merry Christmas. That's for you.

My man.

I see you killin' it out here, huh?

Shit, we ain't killed nothin' just yet.

We still markin' motherfuckers out here.

Time tickin' on these New Jersey niggas, though,

I'll tell you that.

Hey, what do you know about the older brother?

Martin or Marvin

or whatever the fuck his name is?

Fuck Marvin.

He wants to do some business together.

Is he good for the money?

Far as I know, Marvin pay what he owe.

Why, what you two gettin' into together?

Ah, you know, just takin' care of a little problem

he's got near me.

Nothin' to write home about.

- Word up. - All right.

I'll catch you homeboys later.

No doubt.

Them two niggas workin' together?

Hide the women and the children, man.

Anyone finds out I shared this with you, Shannon,

I'm out of a job.

So these are his informants?

To maintain confidentiality,

an identification number is assigned to each informant

and specifies age and gender.

So Howard had a 17-year-old female informant

back in the '70s?

Yeah, that's what it says.

You gonna talk to your friend in the sixth

about my nephew and this whole shoplifting mess?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure. I got you.

My cousin Juliana remains unhappy

that you've chosen to work with the very same man

who took her hostage.

Yeah, I know she is.

And I don't blame her.

Don't feel right.

Not to me neither.

Look, I don't trust 'Nique.

I never have. I never will.

He been sharpenin' the knife he gonna stick in my back

since I brought him in.

But he a means to an end.

He the price that I gotta pay for the work out in Jersey.

New Jersey.

New Jersey's, uh, how you say?

Uh, small potatoes.

It's more headache than it's worth.

No, we showin' and we provin',

layin' the groundwork

to take what we doin' on the South side

and set our shit up anywhere.

And more than that, walkin' away from my work out there

looks like weakness,

and I can't afford to look weak right now,

especially since I'm buildin' our shit out even more.

Look...

I ain't tryin' to count no chickens yet,

but I'm makin' moves to plug into a network

that's gonna take us down to Maryland and D.C.

We about to be fuckin' with the eastern seaboard.

You don't need Unique to build your business.

Look, we gon' handle Unique, Juliana.

But we gotta be smart about it.

Can't be pullin' the trigger on emotion.

Mm.

Keep us posted on the expansion.

She in there at some table

with a Menudo-lookin' motherfucker

and some other bitch,

kinda bad-lookin', to be honest.

Never seen the guy before,

but don't take too much imaginin'

to figure what's payin' the bills.

Well, I got a pretty fuckin' wild imagination, Abraham.

So let's find out all the real shit

we need to know about everybody who was at that table.

What the fuck?

Linton want we for make sure

you and Crown understand the urgency.

And since Crown gone for the moment...

Shit.

I know it wasn't always easy,

and I know it wasn't always fun...

...but it was worthwhile

and not just for you.

I learned a lot too, so thank you.

And I'm always here if you need me, so...

don't hesitate to reach out.

To all of you, congratulations.

- Hear, hear. - Cheers.

- Hear, hear. - Cheers.

Cheers, Marvin.

You-you too, Gerald.

We made it.

We did.

You know, I really was gonna try and kick your ass that day

when you said that you were ignoring me.

Oh, I know.

Mr. Clean was unregulated like a motherfucker that day.

I think we both learned a lot here.

You a'ight, G.

Between you and me, I always felt like

a bald-headed nigga like you

got every right in the world to be a little angry,

'cause that's unfair.

- Yeah. - I mean, your shit is like

yesterday's news.

It's like it's never comin' back, B.

Hey, Marvin, uh...

So... you made it.

Yeah, I-I did.

I'm proud of you.

I'm proud of me too.

I mean, it's the first graduation I had

since I got my gold belt in kung fu.

Wah!

Um...

...that's-that's my number.

I-I hope you stay in touch.

I'd love to hear from you.

I'd, uh... I'd love to be heard.

It's-it's a good job,

and there aren't many of them out there right now.

So you leavin'?

I couldn't say no.

I mean, you can always say no.

You've said no to me plenty of times.

Oh, when did I ever say no to you?

Don't matter.

Uh-huh.

You leavin'.

Good luck.

You know I want the best for you.

And I appreciate that.

You know I want the same for you too.

This white lady cop pulled me over yesterday.

Had all sorts of questions about Kanan

and the night you had me drive him down South.

Even asked me about Kanan's father.

So what you tell her?

- Nothin'. - What does nothin' mean?

I mean, your version of nothin'

might be a little different from mine.

All your secrets are safe with me.

I ain't got no secrets.

Take care of yourself, Raq.

♪ I see fire ♪

♪ In the dark ♪

♪ And your touch ♪

♪ Is the spark ♪

♪ So light up the room Baby... ♪

I don't seem that much older than you, do I?

I thought you was Corinne's sister

when I met you, remember?

Everyone thinks I'm younger than I am.

Oh?

I'm young at heart, Kanan.

So you just the right age for me, baby.

♪ It's okay, girl Take your time ♪

Mom, is this milk still good?

Shit! Corinne!

- Kanan? - Hey.

Look, uh, I-I can explain.

I... t-this shit kinda just happened.

You fuckin' whore.

First thing every girl needs to learn

is how to hold on to her man.

Fuck you, you fuckin' bitch!

Corinne! Hey! Shit! Yo, Corinne!

Let her go, baby. She gonna be fine.

She just walked in her room

and saw her boyfriend in bed with her mother.

How the fuck is she gonna be all right, Palomar?

Every girl goes through this.

Every... you acting like

this is some regular shit right now, a'ight?

What the fuck about this is regular?

You wanna be regular?

Who wants to be regular, hmm?

Mm.

♪ Bodies movin' ♪

♪ Side to side ♪

♪ You can feel me in your... ♪

And you're certain this nigga

Crown Camacho's gone, right?

'Cause Linton Manley ain't the type of nigga

to be trifled with.

Crown Camacho's check-writin' days is done.

And your sister won't give you the assist?

I can't have Raq touchin' this label.

That's why I came to you.

You get what I'm tryin' to do with this business.

You're talented.

Exactly how talented still remains a question to me,

but there's a gift there.

This is business, though.

And business ain't about gifts.

Put some interest on it.

Gimme a due date.

I'll get you that money back.

Assuming Crown Camacho's

dancing days are over,

what happens to his piece of the company?

Throw his mom some pocket change,

comes to me.

I want half of his half.

You'll still have controlling interest.

I'll just be a silent partner.

You need my help with Linton.

My help ain't free.

One nigga's crisis is another nigga's opportunity.

Nobody knows that better than you, Lou.

My man.

That's the one.

In and out.

Clean, quiet.

I want none of your bullshit.

Hey, I turned over a new leaf.

After that shit in the Catskills... you'll see.

- You and your dad. - Listen to me.

This got nothin' to do with my father.

It's my job, not his.

And he don't ever need to know about it.

You hear me?

Yeah, loud and fuckin' clear.

Let's go.

See, girl, that movie's why you don't

hire a babysitter that look better than you.

I mean, thank God she had that slow Black guy

who wanted nothin' more than to protect white bitches

and they kids.

Yo, if I was him,

I would've let ole girl bring the whole place down.

I mean, they sold his ass out fast up in there, right?

Shit!

I mean, they did find those underwear

in his toolbox, though.

I mean, she planted it, but still.

All them stupid white folks deserve each other.

This was fun, Laverne.

Yeah, you fun.

- You fun too. - Hey.

Let's do this again sometime.

Word.

Oh, and when we have kids,

we ain't hirin' no crazy white babysitter, a'ight?

No doubt.

Oh, my God, baby!

Ah. I mean...

...if I had known

that dentists were that good at fucking,

I would've gotten my teeth cleaned more often.

Well, our job is to notice the little things.

- Mm. Uh-huh. - It comes in handy sometimes.

I love you, baby.

I love you too.

I'll be right back.

Mm-hmm!

Uh-huh.

- Don't you move. - I'm not going anywhere.

Ah!

All right.

Shoot him, Dom!

- Marco! - Shoot him!

Oh, fuck.

Toni.

Toni. Toni, baby.

Toni.

Baby.

Toni!

Baby.

Help!

Help!

That white bitch cop you fuckin' with,

she a problem.

She rolled up on a friend of mine,

asked him questions about Kanan and Kanan's daddy

and what happened to you in the park that night.

Burke a dog with a bone.

It ain't gonna be good for us

if she put two and two together.

Two and two might be more math than she can handle.

She'll be a'ight. What about your boyfriend?

He know enough to be a problem?

Nah, he don't know what he know.

So he a problem.

Kanan tell you I sprung his boy?

Figueroa. Puerto Rican kid.

I mean, I heard he got out. Didn't know it was you.

Son came to me.

Puerto Rican kid got knocked

with a bag full of filthy-ass drug money.

I assumed it was yours.

Raquel, if you keep puttin' Kanan in the cross hairs,

eventually he gonna get hit.

Yeah, well, you handle your business.

I'll handle mine.

Speaking of your business,

turns out, One-Eyed Jack wasn't no snitch after all.

My bad, yo.

And his moms, she ain't buyin' that he died by his own hand.

You told me Scrap was a snitch.

I know what I told you.

I made a mistake.

That's easy to do out here,

with everybody lyin' and perpetratin'.

What you gonna do when Kanan

sees all your lies and mistakes, huh?

You ever even come to bed last night?

I know where this shit starts,

but I have no fuckin' idea where it ends.

The numbers tell the story. Raquel Thomas?

Raquel Thomas was Howard's CI back when she was 16,

which was right around the time

that she got pregnant with his son.

Meanwhile Howard has a teenage son,

and he seems real interested in Kanan Stark.

I think that Howard and Raquel Thomas

slept together when she was underage

and Kanan Stark is his kid.

You're making some big leaps here, Shannon.

The thing that I can't figure out

is how this all tracks back to the shooting.

You need to leave this alone.

I'm investigating the shooting of a cop.

You're not investigating the shooting of a cop.

You are investigating a cop.

A-all of a sudden, you're Internal Affairs.

And nobody likes Internal Affairs.

Look, my mom fell this morning,

so I gotta go.

Ms. Thomas?

Uh, I'm Corinne Ashford. I'm a friend of Kanan's.

And I think there's something you should know.

James Bingham?

I'm Detective Malcolm Howard.

I need to talk to you about Detective Shannon Burke.

You see, uh, who left this here?

No.

Yeah, uh, come on in.

♪ I live and die For the streets ♪

♪ For the streets, yeah ♪

♪ And this is my heart ♪

♪ This is my city ♪

♪ I live and die For the streets ♪

♪ For the streets, yeah ♪

♪ And this is my heart ♪

♪ This is my city ♪

♪ This is my city ♪

♪ Oh-oh, oh ♪

♪ This is my city ♪

♪ One thing's for sure ♪

♪ Getting dough Is the only life I know ♪

♪ Never strayed from the code ♪

♪ Fam first, Put that on my soul ♪

♪ Think fast, get more ♪

♪ I'll take mine and yours ♪

- ♪ Been here before ♪ - She...

♪ If you ain't From around here... ♪

...she never did anything to deserve it.

It doesn't make sense.

♪ 'Cause people come and go ♪

♪ You'll learn the hard way ♪

♪ 'Cause you already know ♪

♪ I live and die For the streets ♪

♪ For the streets, yeah ♪

♪ And this is my heart ♪

♪ This is my city ♪

Ain't no such thing as a clean getaway,

not in real life

and definitely not in this fuckin' life.

You can put them niggas on the corner

in your rearview,

might even be able to outrun the fuckin' law.

But you ain't never gonna beat trouble.

Don't care how fuckin' fast you are

or how fuckin' far you go.

Trouble always gonna catch up to you.

And when it does,

you won't even see that shit at first...

...'cause it sneak up on you when you not lookin'.

By the time you see it,

it's too late already.

Geto Boys' "Mind Playing Tricks on Me" playing...

♪ At night, I can't sleep ♪

♪ I toss and turn ♪

♪ Candlesticks in the dark ♪

♪ Visions of bodies Bein' burned ♪

♪ Four walls Just starin' at a nigga ♪

♪ I'm paranoid, sleepin' with My finger on the trigger ♪

♪ My mother's always stressin' I ain't livin' right ♪

♪ But I ain't goin' out Without a fight ♪

♪ See, every time My eyes close ♪

♪ I start sweatin' and blood Starts comin' out my nose ♪

♪ It's somebody Watchin' the Ak' ♪

♪ But I don't know who it is So I'm watchin' my back ♪

♪ I can see him When I'm deep in the covers ♪

♪ When I awake I don't see the motherfucker ♪

♪ He owns a black hat Like I own ♪

♪ A black suit and a cane Like my own ♪

♪ Some might say "Take a chill, B" ♪

♪ But fuck that shit ♪

♪ There's a nigga Tryin' to kill me ♪

♪ I'm poppin' in the clip When the wind blows ♪

♪ Every 20 seconds got me Peepin' out my window ♪

♪ Investigatin' the joint For traps ♪

♪ Checkin' my telephone For taps ♪

♪ I'm starin' at the woman On the corner ♪

♪ It's fucked up when your Mind's playin' tricks on ya ♪

♪ I make big money I drive big cars ♪

♪ Everybody know me ♪