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I think Sonya's pregnant.

You're not the only victim here.

Your unborn child is the one that's

going to suffer the most.

What you gonna do about it?

- I should have kept you together.

Kept who together?

And your brother.

my Roman, he's your brother.

- Your daddy has lost his fucking mind.

- Tell me what the fuck is going on.

- He's picking off the Dixie Mafia one by one.

Sheriff's Department!

Put the guns down.

Hands in the air.

Behind your back.

Come on.

They done killed the mayor.

What you looking at, boy?

- Kyle, good to see you keeping the county safe.

How are you doing, Billy Bob?

To what do I owe the pleasure?

- I think you know why we're here.

Came to bail out them boys you got locked up back

there, the ones that killed my daddy.

You know we can't do that.

They haven't been processed or given bond or anything.

Well, that's good.

Less paperwork for you.

Now, why don't you go on back there and fetch 'em?

- Now, look, I understand, but--

- You heard me! - --it's an investigation.

There's nothing I can do.

I said now, Kyle.

- Sergeant, um, you want to handle it?

Good to see you, Billy.

Roscoe.

Sorry about your daddy.

I appreciate that.

Yeah, you-- you deserve it.

Catfish was a good man.

Yes, he was.

Didn't deserve to be cut up like some old hog

like they did him.

No, he didn't.

I'm glad you agree.

So you won't mind if I ask you to turn them sons of bitches

loose to me, will you?

Hmm.

I can't let those boys go, at least not till Tommy gets here.

You mind telling me why not?

- We're still investigating what happened.

Investigating?

Investigating?

Investigating.

- What the hell you got to investigate, Roscoe?

Huh?

Those two bastards right there, those sons of bitches--

those-- you know what they are.

Hmph.

They killed my daddy.

They killed the mayor of this town,

a high-ranking member of an organization

that you yourself are a member of.

Now, I don't have to explain any more of that to you at all,

do I?

Turn 'em over.

- Well, y'all ain't getting shit till you talk to Tommy.

Now, why don't you go on down to the coffee shop

and get you some breakfast?

He'll be here in about an hour or so.

- That's how you're gonna play this, Roscoe?

That's how I always play it.

Get.

Jake, you stay there.

Don't let anyone leave.

We'll be back.

Right.

Listen.

Vegas, this is Pops.

I've been trying to call you and Orlando all night.

I'm starting to get worried.

Listen, call me back, please.

You two really fucked up.

Killing Catfish was not a very smart move.

We didn't kill anybody.

Now, I want to make my phone call

so we can speak to our lawyer.

- Y'all ain't getting shit except

maybe a rope around your neck.

- Fuck out of here with that rope shit.

Are they really not gonna let us make a phone call?

They can't do that to us.

Yes, they can.

They can do anything they want.

This is their world.

Fuck that.

We're entitled to a phone call and to speak to our lawyer.

I'm gonna own this fucking town when I'm done.

Officer!

Officer, I know you hear me.

Somebody better come back over here.

I know our rights!

- Orlando, they don't care about our rights.

The man that was killed was a high-ranking member

of the Dixie Mafia, not to mention the mayor of this town.

And he's not wrong.

We are fucked.

But we didn't do it.

And they can't keep us here without allowing

us to make a phone call or to speak to our lawyer.

Who's gonna stop 'em?

You?

Come on.

Relax.

Yeah.

Officer!

Hey!

Hey!

- Look, Franks, all we want are the boys

that you got locked up back there

that killed my daddy, damn it.

- If you want them boys, then you

gonna have to take it up with the senator.

He'll be here this evening to deal with them.

Senator's coming here?

Did I stutter?

But until then, y'all need to get the hell out from

in front of my station house.

Woo!

You hear that?

Senator's coming here.

We got nothing to worry about.

Let's go get ourselves a cup of coffee.

We're gonna have ourselves a rope party.

Woo! - Woo-hoo!

Let's go, boys.

Well, hey.

Damn.

How are you?

- I don't know what is worse for them

boys we got locked up--

Billy Bob and his boys or the senator.

- Stories I heard, I'd say the senator.

Speaking of them boys, they're still asking for a phone call.

Absolutely not.

And if anybody asks, they were never here.

Copy that.

Ahh.

Well, kind of early to be drinking, isn't it?

- Kind of late for you to be getting in.

Been celebrating with your new friends?

Ooh.

Now, look, I know you upset about me

killing brother Minister, but I swear, baby, I had to do it.

I'm not--

I know.

I know.

You're not trying to hear that.

But trust me, I didn't have a choice.

Brother Minister was gonna tell LC all about our plans.

He had to die, and I had to be the one to kill him.

Or Antonio and the rest of them would never respect me.

- I don't care about what Antonio or what anyone

else thinks.

I got way more important shit to deal with than that.

Way more.

OK.

Then what's going on?

What's got you so upset?

My mom--

Chippy came by uninvited last night.

- What the hell did that bitch want?

- She wanted to talk about Sonya.

What about Sonya?

Mom, Sonya's pregnant.

Pregnant?

Sonya?

Wow. Pregnant.

My sentiments exactly.

Oh, my god.

Baby, congratulations!

You're gonna be a father.

Yes.

- And you're gonna be a grandma.

Hmm!

Oh, yes.

Oh, now, come on!

This is good news.

You know this, right?

- I know. - Yes.

I just--

Mom, I-- I just don't know what I'm going to do.

- What the hell you mean you don't know what you gonna do?

I been telling you to fix this shit for months.

Get your ass up and go get your wife.

That's what you gonna do.

- I don't even know if she'll take me back.

I have said and done some real shitty things, Mom.

Real shitty.

OK, baby.

OK.

We-- um, you're just gonna have to eat all those words

and make it all better.

Playtime's over, Junior.

You're about to be a father.

Yes!

And, ooh, I be damned if I let Chippy raise my grandbaby.

Uh-uh.

No, not this time around.

No, get up and get her.

OK.

I'll give her a call.

Do that.

- God, please let them be all right.

What's wrong, sweetheart?

Uh, nothing I'm just--

just thinking.

I'm-- I'm fine.

No, you're not fine.

You are troubled.

I know that look on your face, LC.

What's going on?

I fucked up, Chippy.

And I think that might have something to do

with why the boys are missing.

What?

LC, what did you do?

I might have overplayed

my hand with the Dixie Mafia.

Listen, don't worry, OK?

I'm gonna find them.

How?

- I'm supposed to have a meeting set up with KD,

and he should be able to help.

Grandma?

Grandma?

I'm coming, baby.

Give Grandma one minute.

LC, I don't know what you and KD have up your sleeves,

but it'd better be a damn good plan.

Because that boy out there has been through hell and back,

and he needs his father.

I have raised one grandson because of this shit.

I'm not planning to raise another one.

I know.

I'm gonna get 'em.

Yes, you are.

OK.

Oh...

- Sonya Duncan? - Yes.

Hi.

I'm Sarah, the counselor here at the clinic.

How are you?

I'm fine, thank you.

- I'm sure you're a little nervous, and that's fine.

No, no.

Actually, I'm fine.

I'm just ready to get this over and done with.

- Well, I'm sure you think you do.

No, no buts.

I'm ready to get this done.

The sooner, the better.

- Well, I understand that you're a little anxious,

but state law requires that you have

pre-termination counseling.

And although there's no mandatory waiting period,

our clinic does take another 24 to 48 hours.

Ma'am, trust me.

Look, I'm a nurse, a labor and delivery nurse at that.

Look, no disrespect, but I don't need the speech.

My decision has been made.

Do you think you can get me in tomorrow?

Yes.

Why don't we go to my office, and we can work something out?

Thank you.

Did you call her?

What did she say?

Are you gonna go get her and bring her over here?

What? - I didn't speak to her.

I tried calling her a few times, and she didn't answer.

So I can't say that I'm surprised, to say the least.

- OK, well, that just means that you

gonna have to go over there and talk to her face to face.

I'm not going to that house.

Absolutely not.

If she don't want to talk, I ain't talking.

- Junior, listen to me and listen to me good.

I know this is a lot, but you're gonna have to tread

lightly on this situation.

Sonya is pregnant,

which means she's scared and confused.

Now, that's a lot for her to be dealing with.

And the burden is not light.

- Sounds like you're talking from experience.

I am.

I was in the same situation.

Being pregnant, alone, afraid led me to make some bad choices

and some big regrets.

Like having me?

No.

Hell no.

Of course not.

Giving birth to you was not a bad choice,

and I'll never regret it.

I love you.

You-- you were one of the best choices I ever made.

But I was so young,

so lost when your father left me.

Baby, I turned to drugs.

And that choice led me to losing you to Chippy.

You see, baby, giving you up wasn't

something that I wanted to do.

It was something that I had to do.

Without your father, I was backed into a corner,

and I had nothing and no one.

And I don't want that for my grandchild.

And you shouldn't either.

The last thing Sonya needs is to feel that she

does not have a choice.

So the real one question is, son, is, do you love her?

Do you?

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

It's OK.

In two more days, this will all be over.

Just hold on two more days.

- Hey. - Hey.

You're home.

Bring it in. - Yes.

I hope you had a good day, Mom. - I did.

How about you?

No, I had a long day.

I want to go lay down.

- Sonya, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm fine.

I'm good. I'm just sleepy.

I just need a nap. That's all. - I know.

OK.

Are you sure that's all it is?

Just a nap and being tired?

What else could it be?

I'm fine.

Everything's good.

Your pregnancy?

Damn it!

London, her big-ass mouth, huh?

I knew.

I told her.

I told her to respect my privacy.

Honey--

- God, that girl can't hold water!

Why would she do that?

I knew you would be the first one that she would run to.

- Sonya, honey, calm down. - This is ridiculous!

Calm down.

London didn't tell me anything about it, honey.

I didn't even know she knew it.

Well, then who?

Who would have told you then?

Well--

- Because only, what, God and my doctor know.

I know, honey.

Well, I was cleaning up, and I think the ultrasound

fell out of your pocket.

I've known for a few days.

So you already knew?

Yeah.

Me and Nee Nee. - Aunt Nee Nee, too?

- We didn't want to spoil the surprise.

- Well, evidently, there is no more surprise, OK?

OK.

Did you talk to Junior about this?

- No, because I went over there to the Hellfire Club,

and he was too preoccupied with a ho to listen to me!

And do me a favor.

Please don't tell him either. - But he--

No, no, no!

No buts!

As far as I'm concerned, Junior doesn't deserve to know

anything about this baby.

Oh, come on.

- The way your son has been treating me

for the last few months, it's ridiculous.

This is-- - I know, honey.

This is not OK.

- I know it's not OK, but he's got to know.

- I don't even think I want to keep it.

Oh, don't say that!

I don't--

Sonya, come on!

- I don't want to talk about it.

- Don't say that, honey, please.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

- Honey, I didn't mean to upset you.

I just-- he's got to know.

He's just got to know.

Is Sonya-- wait a minute.

Is Sonya OK?

No, she's not OK.

I told her that I knew about the baby.

She's really upset.

- No, no, no. She's--

She's upset.

No, she'll be OK.

She's hormonal.

You know, things happen, and, you know.

You know how we get when we pregnant.

No, that's not it, honey.

I think she's not gonna have the baby.

- Wait a minute. What?

What are you saying?

- I think she is going to terminate the pregnancy.

- Oh, no. Uh-uh.

Yeah.

That's what she said.

- Well, you better go in there and talk to her

and tell her no.

- Honey, what am I supposed to tell her?

We can't let her do that.

- What am I supposed to tell her?

- You should have told her the night Junior left

here with Donna the truth.

Seriously?

Please.

OK.

Come on. Come on.

There's got to be a little bit left.

Shit.

Damn it.

Hold on!

Oh, it's you.

Oh, Lord.

Donna, I--

What are you doing here?

Donna, I came to see you.

I need to talk to you.

Is that LC's baby?

He's my baby.

- When was the last time your baby ate?

When was the last time you had a shower?

I don't know.

It's none of your damn business.

OK.

Donna,

you got enough money to get high but not money

to feed you or your child.

Now, what kind of mother is that?

- OK, so you're just gonna come in here and judge me now?

Don't you think that I've

been trying my fucking best?

I-- I do want to get clean, OK?

I want to be a good mother to him.

I love him.

- And if that's so, then maybe I can help you.

- I only need $10, just to get some baby formula for him and--

Formula?

Yeah.

I really want to help you.

I do.

But how about you let me take the baby and-- and let

me give you $1,000?

Are you crazy?

$1,000?

$1,000.

- Are you trying to buy my baby?

No, absolutely not.

I'm trying to help you get yourself together.

And I'm also trying to look out for LC's baby.

Donna, look at me.

Donna, this is for a rehab program.

I'll give you the first $500 today,

and then tomorrow you can get the second $500

when you go with me to the bank to get

the custody papers signed.

Hold-- hold on.

Custody papers?

Do you think I'm just gonna give you my baby?

- Donna, this is not going to be forever.

Because I'm pregnant with my own baby.

In six months, you're going to have your life back together,

and you're going to get your baby back.

And LC and I will have our baby, right?

I-- I don't know.

Let-- let me think about it.

This is not forever.

OK, deal.

Rehab.

OK.

Deal.

Just be careful with him.

Treat him like my own.

- His name is Lavernious Duncan, Jr.

Junior.

Hey, Junior.

Where to, Mr. Duncan?

Take me to the Hellfire Club.

Where do you want to go?

To the Hellfire Club.

Let's go.

Yes, sir.

- So the man says, for $20, I'll give you the whole horse.

LC. - KD.

I need to talk to you.

OK.

Alone.

- Would you get old KD another drink, honey?

Oh, my.

You are a party pooper, LC.

Come on, sit down.

What is it you want to talk about?

My sons, Orlando and Vegas.

Well, what about 'em?

I haven't been able to get in touch with them

since yesterday.

I'm worried.

- Yeah, well, I was afraid it might come to this.

God damn it, KD.

Did something happen to my boys?

Look, what the hell is going on?

Tell me.

Now, just calm down.

Just calm down.

If I heard anything, I would call you and tell you.

But I haven't.

I just wish you'd afford me the same courtesy.

- What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

I'm talking about Catfish.

I just got word somebody butchered his ass.

Oh, but I assume you know about that already, though, huh?

- I don't know what the fuck you talking about.

And I don't give a shit about Catfish.

I'm trying to find my sons.

- Well, you should give a shit about Catfish.

Like I told you, I haven't heard anything.

But I don't blame you for being worried at this point.

Why is that?

- Well, with your vigorous action to get that target off

of Vegas's back, not to mention taking down

the Mafia from Dixie, you probably just made that target

a whole damn sight larger.

Oh.

I'm just worried that now the chickens

are coming home to roost.

I think those chickens just might be Orlando and Vegas.

- Wait, hold on, hold on. - Yep.

Hey, Ree, what's up?

- Paris, where the fuck are you?

I am with Curtis.

We're following a lead on Niles.

What's up? - Curtis?

I told you we were supposed to meet at the hospital.

We're supposed to confront Ms. Margaret, remember?

I am so sorry, Ree.

I totally forgot.

Paris, this is important.

You said you were going to be there for me.

I know.

And look, finding Niles is important, too.

He is trying to kill me.

And listen.

Why are you listening to this kook

talking about she's your mom?

She's not your mom.

Mom is your mom.

- You know what? Forget it.

I'll handle this on my own.

Thanks for nothing.

Rio.

Everything all right, cuz?

No, Rio is mad at me again.

Anything I can do to help?

- Yeah, get us real drunk tonight.

Real drunk.

Crazy.

Roman?

Don't.

Don't touch me.

OK. Right.

OK.

All right. Thank you.

Honey, uh, the funeral home is here to take her.

- Make sure they take good care of her, OK?

I will.

I will.

I will.

I will.

- I told you to bring these out and place them with the others.

José, do you not even hear me?

I hear you.

- I don't know why you're even here if you're not gonna help.

I shouldn't have to do everything by myself.

Put these out with the others, por favor.

I have more orders to fill in the back.

Help these customers.

Excuse us.

Yeah?

- I was wondering if you can help us out for a second.

What?

- Someone's been sending me Ecuadorian blue roses,

and I want to know who sent them.

Nah, I can help with that.

Yo, let me go, idiota.

- I will when you tell us what we want to know, pendejo.

- Just tell me who sent the damn flowers.

I don't know.

The man paid cash each time and didn't leave a name.

Qué pasó?

What's going on?

Nothing.

Just talking to a disrespectful bastard.

That's all.

- Mama, they want to know about the man

who ordered the blue roses.

I told him we have no information

because he paid cash.

Sí,it's true.

He paid cash.

- He ordered them more than once?

Yes, he paid cash every time.

He said to deliver to Paris.

He gave an address.

And this wastodo.

You have security cameras.

Where's the footage?

I want to see it.

No, no, no need to apologize.

I just-- I want to know who sent them.

Do you remember what he looked like?

Tall, very handsome.

This is it.

- Qué pasó? Fix it.

- I don't know. I didn't do anything.

What happened? Why is it blurry?

- Look like somebody hacked the system.

It's fixed.

- Look, clearly, they didn't want us to see who it was.

Yeah.

It starts after they left.

- I need you to email that to me.

OK.

- Email it now and send me footage of every time

he came in here.

All right.

All right?

- You'll let me know when he comes back, right?

Sí, señora.

Gracias.

Sí, gracias.

Sorry.

- I should-- I should let you two have some privacy.

Sorry again for your loss.

You-- you're here.

You know who I am?

- Uh, yeah, I'm Margaret's sister.

- So what Margaret said was true.

Uh, you talked to her.

She told you?

Yesterday, before she--

That's good.

She finally got a chance to see you.

That's what she wanted.

Well, I know my sister's resting in peace

because of it now.

Hmm?

- Look, I-- we didn't get a chance

to finish our conversation.

She seemed like she had a lot more

that she wanted to tell me.

I'm sure she did.

You know, she--

she'd been sick for a long time.

- Brother T, as-salaam alaikum.

I hope you and Brother Minister had a good trip.

- Alaikum as-salaam, Brother Elijah.

I traveled alone.

I have a message of great importance

that I need to deliver from the Minister.

Brother Elijah?

- The Minister instructed you to shelve that information.

Let's go.

This isn't a conversation to have

with LC Duncan over the phone.

Well, I'll be damned.

Must be election time for you to grace us

with your presence, KD.

- No, nothing like that. Nothing like that.

Just here for a little visit with the sheriff.

Yeah.

- And to give my respects to Catfish's family.

Hmm.

- Yeah, is Tommy near abouts? - Yes, sir.

He's in his office.

Why don't you come on back?

I'm sure he'd be happy to see you.

Lookie here.

Good to see you again, KD.

Hey.

- What brings you around these parts?

Good to see you, too, Tommy.

Well, you got quite a crowd building up out there.

Old Billy Bob's got 'em all riled up.

Oh, we got it under control.

That Billy Bob is all bark, no bite.

Been that way his whole life.

You know that.

- I do. I do.

Indeed, I do.

But it's a good thing I came along,

help you with that little situation

before it gets out of hand.

That right?

Well, that's mighty nice of you, but like I said,

we got it under control.

Ain't that right, Roscoe?

- Seems to be under control to me, Sheriff.

- Well, maybe you don't exactly know who you're holding here.

It's trouble, Tommy.

With a capital T.

- Well, it's a good thing we ain't holding 'em anymore.

I let them boys loose about 9:00 this morning.

- Don't try and bullshit a bullshitter.

I've been playing this game since you

were playing peewee football.

Now, I'm going to need you to transfer

those boys into my custody.

I can't do that.

All bullshit aside, those boys are being

held on suspicion of murder.

I can't just hand them over to you.

Oh, I hate that you come all this way,

but I don't know what else to tell you.

Well, you can tell me this.

Did you find a murder weapon on either one of them?

No.

No?

No blood stains on the clothing or any evidence

that would confirm they committed the crime?

Nope, none at all,

except for the fact that they were standing

over Catfish's dead body.

- Well, hell, Tommy, if you don't have any real evidence,

I'm going to need a little professional courtesy.

Look, I respect you a lot.

Hell, you helped me get this job.

But Catfish is dead.

And they're the only suspects I got right now.

You know they didn't do it.

Hell, if you thought they did--

- You know one of them boys is Vegas Duncan, right?

Hell, we're still trying to figure

out how he got out of jail.

Who else knows this?

I made a call to the senator.

It's out of my hands.

When?

As soon as we found the body.

He's on his way.

He'll be here tonight.

So that's it?

- Well, unless you got some other business

you want to take care of.

Where the fuck did he go?

Huh?

That's the address?

- All right, come on, come on, come on.

Hey, stop, motherfucker.

Shit.

Oh, shit!

Come on, come on, come on.

Get his ass! - Yeah, yeah.

I see you. I see you.

You're not getting away, motherfucker!

Come on. Come on. - Let's go.

Fuck!

Copy that.

They're here.

Get ready. - All right.

Are you ready to pull that trigger?

Get out of here.

Settle down now.

You know-- you know, as a matter of fact,

why don't y'all just go on and find an exit?

That's right. Get out of here.

Go.

- I ain't going anywhere, Tommy.

So don't even ask.

My daddy is dead, and the killers are here.

Behave yourself.

Sheriff.

Senator.

Good to see you, nephew.

I wish it was under better circumstances.

- So do I. But now that you're here,

well, we can take care of them sons of bitches

that caused all this mess.

That's right.

I agree.

Where those boys at?

- We're holding them in the back.

- Yeah, I doubt we'll even have

to go through all that hassle.

- That's what I was saying, Pat--

Senator.

This is a family matter.

We can take care of this ourselves.

That's right.

That's right.

No one said that, Billy Bob.

But I do need to talk to 'em.

Take me to 'em.

Yes, sir.

No, sir.

You're going to stay put.

No need for you to come. - Bullshit.

- Whoa. Whoa.

He's right, Billy Bob.

He's right.

You stay put for now.

I'll be out with those boys shortly.

Hmm?

Right this way, Senator.

That's some bullshit.

That's bullshit.

I don't like it.

We'll wait for now.

When they come back, we'll pull the boys, and we're out.

All right?

Everybody know what to do?

Everybody's committed, right?

It's about damn time.

Now, I'd like to make my phone call

so I can speak to my lawyer.

Lower your fucking voice.

Right now, you got more important things

to worry about. - Like what?

- Show me your hands. Put 'em through.

Come on. Let me your hands.

Let me see 'em.

There you go.

Come on.

Hey, you too.

Come on, now.

What are you looking at, huh?

Might be the only friend you have.

Back up.

I'm going to open up this door,

and you're going to walk this way.

And you keep your mouths shut.

You hear me?

Let's go.

Let's go, pronto.

Pronto. Let's go.

Come on, now.

Move it.

I'm sorry.

I don't know your name.

It's Coretta.

- Coretta, can I ask you a question?

Yeah, sure.

- Ms. Margaret said that Roman is my brother.

Is that true?

- Yeah, Rio, Roman is your brother.

Go.

Come on, now.

Come on.

- I'm not taking another step until I know where we going.

I said, move.

Orlando, it's OK.

Let's go.

Come on, now.

Faster, come on, now.

Let's get.

Come on.

What the?

What's going on?

They're gone.

Gone?

Gone where?

- We have two runners, two African-American males.

Six-mile perimeter.

Fuck!

Nah, this shit ain't right.

Where the hell you think you're going?

You really don't know?

Just stay quiet.

Be alert.

And be ready.

It's all we can do.

- Nah, Vegas ain't keeping quiet.

Where the hell you taking us?

You'll find out soon enough.

Now, sit your ass back.

- You really don't listen, do you?

This ain't cool.

You think they taking us to some kind

of Klan meeting or something?

No.

But wherever it is it might not be very good.

Just be ready.

And when I make my move, follow my lead,

and maybe we get out of this alive.