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I serve as an equalizer.

I'm the one you call

when you can't call 911.

Previously on The Equalizer...

Federal agents!

Don't move!

Harry "Keys" Keshegian,

you're under arrest
for espionage.

I want to know who
owns this place.

You don't normally need help
with stuff like that.

My computer's down.

I have a close friend

who I can't help.

Trust yourself. You can do it.

Please tell me you have
a miracle up your sleeve,

because I'm all out.

They're releasing him.

I heard it was the
president who intervened.

Well, don't get too
excited. There are conditions.

Harry can never touch
a computer again.

No.

No! Please, no!

Psychology.

Maybe. Economics.

No. Art history.

You'd like that one,
- Aunt Vi.
- Yeah.

I have one elective I can take
next semester.

Woodshop might be cool?

We could use a birdhouse.

What does your college counselor
have to say?

Take a class that'll make me
look like an interesting

and well-rounded candidate.

But, I don't know,

that's if I even want
to go to college.

I mean, a degree isn't
the only path to success.

Look at Steve Jobs,
Anna Wintour,

Daymond John--

none of them graduated college.

And none of them live
under this roof.

Morning, Mom.

Dee, you were always so excited

about going
to college.

I know. Well, maybe I'm just...

exploring different perspectives.

Yeah, well,
from my perspective,

you're going to college.

Okay, we still have
a couple years

before I'm old... You leave for college, yes.

Okay.

I got to go
meet Tiffany.

A bunch of us
are going skating at Wolman's.

But I love you.

Bye.

Where do you think

that's coming from?

Sometimes I think she just says
things to see how we'll react.

I swear, man.

I got to skate out
of here, too, Aunt Vi.

All right.
Right behind you.

Look at you.

Mm-hmm.

Upstairs,

in the light of day.

How's it feel?

I think it'd feel a little
better if the, uh, FBI hadn't

repossessed my safe
space and banned me

from doing the only thing
which gives my life meaning.

At least you're
not in prison, babe.

And you don't have to pretend
to be dead.

Like you wanted.

I know, I know.
Don't get me wrong--

it is amazing
being out in the world again.

Except for those electric scooters.

Who authorized
those death traps?

But what's the point of
gaining the world if it means

losing your place in it?

We'll find your place.

I promise.

- Yeah.
- But that's not

why we called.
We got a message

from Deidre Blickman.

The wife of the rapper, Dilemma?

That's the one.

The guy gunned down his rival,
Dre Bids, in cold blood

as part of a rap beef.

Yeah, I know who he is.

What does the wife want?

She says he didn't do it.

Well, I thought he confessed.

He did. But she says she has
proof that it wasn't him.

What's the proof?

♪ I might've heard it was
a .38 behind the door ♪

♪ The time of death
when he left the Earth, 9:04 ♪

♪ And now his rival in the game
is sitting in a cell ♪

♪ And plus the one who spit
the shells is living in hell. ♪

The exact time
he died.

Shot by a .38?

Those details
were never released publicly.

This song is
a confession.

So you think whoever recorded
this track killed Dre Bids,

not your husband.

I never believed
Greg's confession.

Now I know I was right.

Who's the artist?

He goes by the name Sid Slay.

The track dropped on SoundCloud
just about a month ago.

We tried to find him,
but his account's anonymous.

What does your husband
have to say about this?

Told me to leave it alone.

But we've been married
a long time.

I know

when he's keeping
something from me.

My dad's not a murderer.

I'm not sure if you take cases
from people like me,

but I don't know where to turn.

Something's
not right.

I just need someone
who can tell me the truth.

Come on, Ma.
We know the truth.

- He did it.
- Shut up!

Watch your mouth, Daoud.

Just speaking the truth, Ma.

Shotta Boys jumped me.

Dad set it right.

Daoud,

take your brother
to his art class

and pick him up after.

Yo, you can't just call him
an Uber?

I got somewhere to be.

Take your brother
to his class.

Now.

Get your stuff, Nasir.

Bye, Ma.

It was nice
meeting you.

You have
to forgive Daoud.

All his life, he wanted
to be like his father.

Started rapping
when he was eight years old.

He's been in so much pain ever
since his dad went to prison.

He became hard.

Started running the streets.

Trying to take up the mantle?

My husband's gangsta image
sold a lot of records,

but that's not who he is.

Is that so?

Because from what I read,
even before the murder,

things were getting violent
between the two crews.

Joke is...

whole damn beef started out
as a PR stunt to sell tracks.

It just got so out of hand,

with them trying to be
what they rapped about.

Last year, Dre Bids' gang,
the Shotta Boys,

beat Daoud up so badly
he had to be hospitalized.

My husband's crew
wanted revenge, but...

he saw what the music was doing.

He just wanted to be done
with the violence.

That's how I know it wasn't him.

If your husband is innocent,

he confessed for a reason.

He must be covering
for something.

I know what you're thinking,

but Nasir was home with me

and Daoud and his boys
were at Club Cypher.

If Greg's covering,

it's for someone else--

this Sid Slay--

and I need to know why.

Your client's right.

Those details about the murder
were never made public.

So how'd they wind up
in that SoundCloud track?

Does it matter?
Dilemma confessed.

It matters
if he isn't the real killer.

I thought we were
- all about the truth.
- You want the truth?

How about the toll their beef
has taken on the community?

How about the ten-year-old girl
who got killed

in the crossfire of a shoot-out

between Shotta Boys and B-Set,

all because Dilemma
killed Dre Bids?

And what if he didn't?

Imagine what that would change.

Why confess if he didn't do it?

That's what I want to ask him.

You think
you can arrange a visit?

I can.

But I'm coming along.

I'll meet you there.

In the meantime,
I'll track down this Sid Slay,

find out how he has details
only the real killer could know.

Okay, so you want me
to trace the IP

of whoever it is
that dropped that track?

I would love to.
Oh! Wait, that's right--

the FBI forbade me from
ever using a computer again.

Rob, if anyone
were to see me...

You can't touch a computer,
but Mel can.

Why don't you walk her through
it? That's technically legal.

Yeah. Legal, uh, yeah.

Uh, a good idea? Eh.

I mean, you want us
to stay married, right?

I mean, between her control
issues and my control issues...

Oh, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah.

We would murder each other.

Can you at least try?

I guess it's got to be better
than being completely useless.

Um, want to give it a shot?

Uh, yeah.

I'll go get
the laptop.

Yep.

♪ I saw my opportunity

♪ So, yeah, I took my shot

♪ They probably say it's hate

♪ But I just couldn't wait

♪ Yeah, it was me who pulled
the trigger on that .38. ♪

That ain't nothing.

Just some fraud
looking for street cred.

That fraud is confessing to a
murder you're serving time for.

With details only someone
at the scene would have.

Like cops don't talk?

That same talk
can hit the streets.

And you're sure no one else
was there that night?

Just me.

Not your boys? Not your crew?

You just walked up to
Dre Bids and shot him?

That's right.

Yeah? And how'd you know he
was gonna be there that night?

Guard!

You know
what's happening

out there?

Shotta Boys sending hitters,

B-Set doing the same,

all because they think
you killed Dre Bids.

But if you didn't do it...

We're done here.

Let's go.

If you knew
what was best for you,

you would leave this
alone.

He's hiding something.
No doubt.

I'll take a look
at the case files,

see if anything
got overlooked.

I'll talk
to the players involved.

Hey. Be careful.

A lot of bodies between
Shotta Boys and B-Set.

They don't mess around.

Neither do I.

But thanks for the concern.

Cops are back.

Asking questions,

digging into that thing.

You know what to do.

Oh, you don't have
to hit Search every time.

You know what?
You want to do it?

Oh, wait, you can't. So...

- stop hovering.
- Wow. Way to kick a man when he's down.

Well, you're...

Hey, Rob.

How'd it go with Dilemma?

He was uncooperative,
to say the least.

Uncooperative, huh?
That must be really frustrating.

I have the Feds on speed dial.

- I do.
- Okay.

How 'bout you kill
each other later?

Any luck IDing our artist?

Yeah, so this Sid Slay

may have implicated himself
in murder,

but he was smart enough to, uh,
use a VPN while doing it.

So now we're analyzing
the recording itself,

pulling apart the tracks

and looking
for anything distinctive.

How's that going?
Uh, you know,

it's a pretty sparse track,
but he's got

lots and lots of layers
of effects

- on his vocals.
- Probably to disguise it.

That's what I would do if I was
trying to get away with murder.

Speaking of murder,
did Dante send the case files?

Yeah, he did.

You just hit Comman...

Andre Smith,

better known
as the rap artist Dre Bids.

He was shot outside his
recording studio three times.

The only eyewitness

was Cordell Marshall,
a rapper known as Brawlah.

The report says that Brawlah
was a protégé of Dre Bids.

Seems friendly.

So, this Brawlah

actually witnessed the shooting?

He arrived to
find the body,

and he told his boys that he
saw Dilemma fleeing the scene.

And the gun recovered
was registered to Dilemma.

I don't know, Rob.

I mean, it was Dilemma's gun.

He confessed.

Are you sure
- it's not him?
No.

But there's more to it
than folks are letting on.

Where can I find Brawlah?

♪ Brawlah

♪ Come down

♪ Coming thru
with a Black Mac in a mask ♪

♪ Who could it be?

♪ Heard the brawlers
making movies ♪

♪ Here's a clip from me

♪ Young Daoud forgot to bathe,
washed up in a club ♪

♪ Shotta Boys, we the realest,
all the rest is a dub ♪

Hey, yo, cut.♪ Getting money,
what's that about? ♪

Cut.

Can we try this again?

Okay,
- everybody, reset.
Sorry, guys.

Hi, can I help you?

Uh, yes. I'm Sandra Wright.

From Beat Muse podcast.

I'm here
to interview Brawlah.

It's for our piece
on the one-year anniversary

of Dre Bids' death.

I'm sorry.
You're not on the schedule.

I should be.

Uh...
Either we do this now

or we produce it
without him.

All I know is I wouldn't want
to be the person who tells him

he wasn't included in
the big tribute to his mentor.

He was the best to ever do it.

And when Dre Bids took me
under his wing, it was like...

being drafted into the NBA.

I know his death
must have been painful for you.

But can you take me
through that night?

I got a text from him earlier.

He thought something
might be poppin' off

at the studio that night.

But by the time
I got there, I...

I couldn't believe it.

My man's lying dead
on the ground.

And Dilemma?

It ain't snitching
if the man already confessed.

He was peeling off
just as I rolled up.

So you actually saw him
or just his car?

Who else would it be
in his whip?

What's the deal
with all of these questions?

Ain't you here about his music?

Yeah, but this new
confession track by Sid Slay

made it seem
like he was there, too.

Look, I don't know nothin'
about a Sid Slay.

All I know is I got Dre's text,
left Cypher

and found
him dead.

And had I seen his text sooner,

it'd be Dilemma in the dirt.

You were at Cypher Club
that night?

What I said.

Anything go down that night?
Any conflict?

Nah, we were celebrating.

My man just came home
from a ten-year bid.

It was all love.

What about Daoud Blickman?

Did you see him there
that night?

Dilemma's son?

Hell nah,
his punk ass wasn't there.

Shotta Boys had the spot
on lock.

If Daoud or anybody else
repping B-Set

would've showed up that night,

they'd've left
in a body bag.

So Daoud lied about where he
was the night of the murder?

You don't think...

He's someone
Dilemma would want to protect.

And the kid's got motive.

You think he's Sid Slay.

It'd explain
why the voice is disguised.

But if his father
is covering for him,

why would he risk
putting it out there?

I mean, what does
he have to gain?

I'm on my way to find out now.

How's it going
analyzing that track?

Mm, nothing yet.

But you know how they say

married people
shouldn't work together

if they want to stay married?

Yeah, we have, uh...

...made a few
adjustments.

You look nervous.

You want to stop?

Just don't get caught.

- No. No. Stop.
- No.

Do it again.
You'll live to regret it.

Oh, so you want
to throw hands, huh?

Yeah, I do.
Oh.

Hey.

You're back.

Aunt Vi, you're... here.

Yes. I got back early.

Who's your friend?

Um...

Aunt Vi, this
is Cameron.

But he has to get home, so...

Oh, nonsense. Cameron...

...why don't you come on in
for a bit.

I just ordered
a pizza.

A'ight. Yeah,
that sounds cool. Thanks.

So...

you go to
Dee's school?

Nah, to Jefferson.
In the Bronx.

So then how'd you two meet?

Uh, through Tiffany.

- Yeah, she's my cousin.
- Oh.

That's nice.

So,

are you a sophomore, too?

Junior, actually.

So you must be starting
to think about colleges.

Oh, nah.

Not going
to college.

Really?

And why is that?

Well, I just believe it's
not worth going into debt for.

I got
other plans.

Oh, I see.

You're a-- you're a pragmatist.

Well, college is a luxury
that most of us can't afford.

And that's why people
in my position, we...

we create other options
for ourselves.

You know, Cameron,
I'm all for options, but...

I think a degree
can be very helpful,

especially for those of us
who aren't starting out on a...

on a level playing field.

Well, Cameron's
a straight A student.

I mean, it doesn't take money
to be smart.

Growing up in the hood,
it never stopped

my parents from exposing me
to everything,

from politics
to poetry.

And those
high tuitions,

they're there for a reason.

It's to keep people
like me away.

So why should I go broke
for the privilege

of being somewhere
that I'm not even wanted?

♪ All them lies
you be spittin' ♪

♪ All I see is hypocrisy

♪ Brawlah, you just a opp

♪ I murk every opp I see

♪ Hatin' on Dah because
you'll never be hot as me ♪

♪ Superstar family,
you're witnessing a monopoly ♪

♪ Come on, come on.♪

Hey, yo,

let me get a minute.

- All right, dude.
- Mm-hmm.

Look,

all due respect,
whatever you think you need,

my moms is wasting her time.

Is that right?

Why did you tell your mom
you were at Club Cypher

the night Dre Bids was killed?

Because I was.

Really?

So how was the Shotta Boys
homecoming party?

You know
what I think?

After Shottas jumped you,
you wanted some payback.

But Gangsta Jr. got sloppy,

and Daddy had to come
- clean up after him.
- It ain't like that.

Got some other reason
you'd lie to your mom?

All right, you want to know
where I was?

I was here, recording.

Now, you can check
the booking records.

Well, why would you lie
about that?

Because my pops
would've flipped.

With all the heat
between B-Set and Shotta Boys,

he told me
I couldn't record anymore.

Because you were making
diss tracks.

Like the one you're making
right now.

Said with the crews warring,
it was too dangerous.

When I found out
what he did for me,

I didn't want to disrespect him
on top of it.

After the Shotta Boys
messed me up,

when I woke up
in the hospital,

my pops
was there,

crying.

I ain't never
seen him like that.

He said it was his fault.

He swore to put an end to it.

Two weeks later,
Dre Bids was dead.

My pops is in jail
because I got caught slippin'.

He's in jail because of me.

Did he tell you that?

Nah, but I know.

You sure?

Because gunning down Dre Bids

in front of his own
recording studio... Why?

The whole thing,
it just sounds...

clumsy.

I think your father
is hiding something.

From all of us.

And this Sid Slay has
something to do with it.

I got to get back to it.

Yo, Terry!

Sup?

Hey, Dante. Got something?

You could say that.

I was looking
at witness statements.

The night Dre Bids was shot,
there was a janitor

working at the recording studio
earlier that night.

He witness the shooting?

He left before it happened,

but I just
re-interviewed him.

He says Dilemma wasn't
the only one there that night.

As the janitor was leaving,

someone else was heading
into the studio,

only ten minutes
before Dre Bids' murder.

He recognize 'em?

He ID'd Jacob Styles,

head of Trigger Beat Records.

Label mogul.

Trigger Beat?
That's Dilemma's label.

If Styles was there that night,

how come we're just finding out?

When I leaned on him,
he got nervous, confessed.

Someone paid him 25 Gs
not to mention it.

Now, why would someone do that?

Is risking arrest
and hiding

in the dark like a cockroach
really better

than patiently telling me
what to do?

Yes.
A hundred times yes.

Just don't let anybody see me.

I feel like a 12-year-old
sneaking a cigarette.

With a life sentence
if I'm caught.

Hey, Rob.

Oh. Hey.

Hey.

Hey, were you able to access
Jacob Styles' financial records?

The answer's yes,
in spite of the subpar Wi-Fi

in this gin joint.

People come here to drink,
not to...

Sorry.

That's all right.
So, um, yes,

this guy Styles,
he likes to drop a lot of quiche

in fancy restaurants,
uh, strip joints.

So, nothing unusual
for a record label exec.

What about the 25 K?

Pretty sure
it came from Styles.

He took out that much cash

right before the janitor
got his bribe.

But, listen,
I-I'm onto something else.

Styles has been receiving
regular money transfers

from an account
belonging to Dilemma.

That's not unusual.

Some artists have to pay back
record labels

for advances on their projects.

Yeah, but this is going
to Styles' personal account,

not the label's.

And it began
ten months ago,

right after Dilemma
got locked up.

So, payments to a guy
who was secretly there

at the scene of the murder?

Now, that is unusual.

Right?
Um, babe...

...it's getting crowded.
Put your cigarette away.

Hi! Come on in.

Hey, Mike, would you
mind keying me in?

- I left my card upstairs.
- Do I know you?

Yolanda, from Marketing.

Katey introduced us
at my onboarding.

Well, you were kind of
busy with deliveries.

Look, Mr. Styles sent
me on a coffee run.

I'm already ten minutes late,
and you know how he gets.

It's only my second week.

I don't want to get fired.

Yeah?

Yeah. Okay.

Yeah, I know how
Mr. Styles gets.

Especially when you wannabes
try to sneak in

to give him your demos.
Now beat it.

- I'll be back.
- I'll be here.

Hit a wall with Styles.

Looks like I'm gonna
need your badge.

Couldn't charm your way in?

Well, not everybody is

as easy a mark as you are.

Hey, what's happening?

- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

But it looks like someone

doesn't want me
looking into this.

Got here as quick as
I could. You okay?

Aside from my bruised ego?

You get a look at the rider?

Black-clad leather. Five-nine.

Nothing distinct.

Right-handed, but
he shot with his left

because of the throttle.
Nine millimeter.

Bike was a modified Ducati 848.

Black stealth finish, no plates.

Next time, try to get
a little more detail, will you?

Question is, who's mad enough

about you poking around
to take a shot at you?

One way to find out.

I'm sorry, I honestly don't know
what you're talking about.

Oh, just like you
have no idea why

someone just shot at me
outside your offices.

What the hell is this
all about?

The murder of
Andre "Dre Bids" Smith.

NYPD's reopening
the investigation,

and for some reason,
we don't seem

to have your statement on file.

Why would you if I wasn't there?

You know, you can lie to me.
It just pisses me off.

You lie to him,

it's obstruction.
That's a crime.

We have a witness placing you
at the scene

- just before the murder.
- We also have evidence

you paid the witness
to keep his mouth shut.

I think I should
call my lawyer.

If you killed Dre Bids,
you definitely should.

Of course, then
I'll have to arrest you

and perp-walk you out of here

in time to be the lead
on the 6:00 news.

Or if you didn't, you
can just tell the truth.

Fine. I was there.

But I had nothing to do
with the shooting.

I went there to try to talk
some sense into Dilemma.

He and Dre Bids were supposed
to record a track that night.

Dre Bids and Dilemma, together?

It was a peace track.

Dilemma told me
he'd had enough.

The beef was messing
with his family.

He and Dre Bids had come
to a truce.

But he wasn't thinking right.

They had just jumped his kid.

I didn't want him
to do anything rash.

Wait, you tried to
talk him out of it?

Like it or not,

violence sells.

He was making a fortune.

We all were.

It was career suicide.

And why let some senseless
killings here and there

stop you from making a buck?

What happened that night?

Like I said,
I was talking to Dilemma.

Then shots rang out.

You were with Dilemma
when it happened?

Upstairs in the studio.

He ran down to see
what was happening...

And you? You got the hell
out of there, didn't you?

Couldn't afford to have
your image sullied,

so you paid to keep
your name out of it.

You knew Dilemma
was innocent,

and you still let him
go down for it?

He insisted.

Why would he take the fall
for something he didn't do?

I asked. He said
it was none of my concern.

And he's been paying you to keep
your mouth shut ever since.

That's business.

Do you know how much
him going away cost me?

Tell me about this peace track.

I think Dre Bids might've
laid down a few verses

the night before.

I'm gonna need that master.

If Dilemma didn't fire
those shots, who did?

Cops ran ballistics
on the gun, right?

Did they run DNA?

They didn't need to.
He confessed.

And it's too late
to do it now.

During the rains
last year,

the facility where the case
evidence was stored flooded.

Some material was lost,
some destroyed.

This just keeps getting better
and better.

Hey.

Tell me
you're making some progress

on that SoundCloud track.

Well, technically, I didn't,

'cause it would've required,
you know,

borrowing some NSA software,

which didn't really seem
like the best idea right now.

So I outsourced it
to a hacker pal of mine.

She pulled apart the audio
and found this

under one of the tracks.
This is an announcement

to students to show
your Bulldog pride

for spirit week.

Spirit week? Like high school.

Yep, and there are
only two high schools

in the New York area
with bulldogs as their mascots.

And only one has
a music lab.

Uh, Washington-Hamilton High
in Queens.

That's kind of a rough school.

I could see B-Set and
Shotta Boys crew going there.

Well, I checked the sign-in
records, and a student named...

Excuse me.

A student named
Sidney Rodgers

had been there repeatedly.

As in Sid Slay?

Do you have an address?

Are you Sid Rodgers?

Who's asking?

♪ When I need them,
they'll see me calling ♪

Are you the one who put the song
"Truth Be Told" on SoundCloud?

Lady, you in the wrong place.

Jadin, stop.

I'm Sid.

You're Sid Slay?

How'd you find me?

Are you a music producer?

♪ Rock the latest,
life is like a gamble. ♪

I didn't know
they were about a real murder.

Those lyrics--

they're not mine.

Whose are they?

I don't know.

About a month ago,

I was in Washington Square Park.

Crews meet there to battle,

and newbies try to make a name.

That's why you were there?

I tried to spit,

but they weren't
trying to hear me.

Later, the cops
rolled through.

When everybody bounced,

someone left a notebook.

The rhymes were
dope as hell.

So I laid it down
over a track I made

and dropped it on SoundCloud.

And you disguised your voice?

Ain't no one gonna
take me serious as a girl.

Female rappers these days,

they lean into
their sexuality.

It's all anacondas

and peaches.

It's empowering,
but not my thing.

I'm more...

Lauryn Hill.

- MC Lyte.
- Exactly.

But I need to stand out.

I figured maybe I can get
some traction by being hard,

like the guys.

Sid, the best rappers

are the ones who aren't trying
to be anyone but themselves.

But I tried that.

No one was interested.

So, keep practicing.

You got skills.

But you got to be authentic.

Only you know
what that means for you.

You still got that notebook?

There wasn't a name in it.

I checked.

No need for a name.

I know exactly
whose book this is.

It's your notebook,
Nasir.

I recognized the drawing
from your other sketchbook.

You wrote those rhymes?

Nas, baby, why?

Because he was there
that night.

It was you your dad was
covering up for.

No. He was home.

No, Ma. I wasn't.

Baby, what are you saying?

You were here.

I was. But...

when you left
to get your braids,

I heard Dad's phone go off.

He must've left it in a
rush to get to the studio.

It was a text

saying that the studio session
was a setup.

Dre Bids was strapped
and coming for him.

Who sent the text?

I don't know.

But I couldn't reach Dad,
and Daoud wasn't picking up.

So...

I grabbed Dad's gun.

I only brought it to the studio
so he could protect himself.

When I got there,

I saw Dre Bids pulling a piece
from his trunk.

He saw me, and...

and I didn't mean to, but I got
scared and he...

So I shot him.

Twice.

Next thing I know,
Dad grabbed the gun,

wiped it down and pushed me
into his car.

Said it was his fault for
beefing, but...

...it wasn't Dad's fault.

I'm the one who killed him.

No. Oh, baby.

Nasir...

you said
you shot him twice.

Are you sure?

I've replayed the details
in my head for a year.

Why?

Because the coroner's report

said that there were
three shots.

Two shots were from a distance.

They weren't fatal.

A third shot
was from close range.

To the heart.

What are you saying?

I don't think Nasir fired
the shot that killed Dre Bids.

You still have

your husband's cell?

A year-old text?

No one in Dilemma's circle
recognized the number

that sent that warning.

Can you trace it?

With my current lack
of resources,

- I don't know.
- Didn't Brawlah say

Dre Bids was worried
something might be going down

at the studio that night?

You think Dre Bids got
a warning text, too?

Well, someone was trying
to stir up trouble.

Probably that same someone who
sent that hitter at me today.

I need you to find out who.

It was a year ago.

Uh, but I'll give it
a shot.

It may take a minute though.

I'm gonna need some privacy.

Call me if you find anything.

♪ You know what it is

♪ Top of the food chain,
welcome to my... ♪

When did you become
a Dilemma fan?

I'm not.

It's for a client.

Oh. I love this song.

Really?

I didn't know
you were into stuff like this.

Yeah, it's hardcore,
but the beat is fire.

[chuckles]♪ When you go down that road

My friends and I vibe to Dilemma
and Dre Bids all the time.

It's crazy
it all ended up in murder.

♪ I used to specialize
in putting one... ♪

Yeah.

It shouldn't have.

But when you're frontin',

sometimes you get caught up being

who other people think
you should be,

not who you really are.

Is that the guy
who impressed Aunt Vi?

- No.
- Let me say hey.

- No. Mom. No.
- Let me just speak to him real quick.

- Cameron! Hi!
- Hey. Stop.

I'm the mother!

Um. Sorry about my aunt
grilling you earlier.

I almost died
when she invited you in.

Nah, she's mad cool.

And the free pizza?
It was worth the questions.

Hey, what's in your head?

I'm just thinking
about this whole

college thing.

Okay.

What about it?

For real?

I actually think
going is really important.

A'ight. I mean, you should go
if that's what you want.

But...

I don't know, I just...

I wonder if you're frontin'
like you don't want to go

because you don't believe
you can.

Yo, what?

First off, I don't front.

But you're a straight A student.

You could get into any school
you wanted on a scholarship.

Look, I get
you grew up different,

but just because you think
college is the plan

doesn't mean that I do.

No, Cameron,
I just meant that...

I got to bounce.

Okay.

♪ And if you coming

♪ Calculating I...

What you got, Harry?

Info on that warning text.

Why do you sound
like you're in a tunnel?

Don't ask. Listen,

the texts came
from a burner phone, okay?

It was only active for a month,

but I was able to pull
the records.

And, look, a similar text
was sent to Dre Bids that night.

Someone was playing these two
against each other.

And because it was
a burner phone,

we have no way of finding out
who sent the texts.

Normally, yeah.
But the same phone was used

to text and call
a slew of others.

All young women--
a couple connected

to Dre Bids' crew.

A side piece burner.

Oh, yeah.

But there was one woman
who was, uh,

a little different
from the others.

A Mrs. Gladys Marshall.

Marshall?

As in
Cordell "Brawlah" Marshall?

Uh-huh. The genius used a burner
to call his mom.

I mean, there's definitely
something Freudian

about all this.

So if Brawlah sent those texts,

then he must've known

that Dilemma and Dre Bids
were gonna meet.

He knew about the truce.

And he was trying to end it.

♪ I got a thousand-yard stare

Hoo! [chuckles]♪ It's plain to see
that I will ♪

♪ Lift your spirit in the air

♪ Uh, that's anytime, anywhere

♪ Anywhere, just drop the addy

♪ And I'll get my grip

♪ And meet you there, uh

♪ I got...

I ain't got time
for your BS podcast today.

I'm not here
for no damn podcast.

But I guess
you know that,

since you sent
your little motorcycle guy

to gun me down.

Lady, you trippin'.

You can drop the act.

I know you sent texts
to Dilemma and Dre Bids

the night of the murder,

setting them
against each other.

And why would I do that?

Peace is a problem
if your brand is beef.

It would've been the
end of your career.

You wanted gunfire that night.

You needed to keep it going.

But when you saw Dre Bids
on the ground, wounded,

you got scared.

I mean, if he survived,

he might ask questions.

But if he died...

...then look who inherits
his kingdom.

Everybody knows
that Dilemma killed Dre Bids.

He confessed.

True.

But, thanks to me,

the gun just got retested
for DNA.

And it came back
with three matches.

One was Dilemma's.

One was his
son's. And...

...I'm sure if they were
to run saliva on this blunt...

...the third
would match yours.

I guess I was right.

Doesn't matter if you dead.

One of 'em had to go.

Even if you had to shoot
Dre Bids yourself.

Damn straight.

I'm supposed to fall off
'cause they went soft?

Give up what's mine?

I worked too hard for this, yo.

Ain't nobody taking it away.

Not Dre Bids.

Not Dilemma.

And not you.

That's where you wrong.

Because I'm here
to end you.

Daoud, don't. I got this.

The hell you do.

Put the gun down.

Nah, Nasir told me everything.

How he shot Dre Bids twice
but there was a third bullet.

You were first
on the scene.

The witness.

I was gonna ask this fool
what he saw,

but guess I don't need to
anymore.

Daoud, please.

Yo, you been sweatin'
me and my pops for years.

Now you got my little brother
wrapped up in this mess?

Nah, this ends right now.

You ain't about that life.

Daoud, listen.

Do you think this is
what your dad would want?

I ain't trying to hear all that!

He was willing
to spend 25 years in prison

to keep your brother
from this life.

Doesn't that mean
something to you?

You think he would
go through all that

just for you
to switch places with him?

Someone's got to pay a price.

Yeah, but not you.

He's ruined
enough lives.

You want him to ruin yours, too?

You ain't got nothing.

When my lawyer's done,

that DNA won't mean jack.

Yeah, but your
confession will.

Your mic's still open.

I got a feeling that's the last
track you're gonna be recording

for a while.

So...

...what are we watching?

Action? Comedy?
Psychological thriller?

It doesn't matter.

You sure you don't want
to talk about it?

No. It's nothing, Aunt Vi.
Really.

Go on.

Take it.

All the drama in this house,
who needs a movie?

Hey. What's good?

- Not much.
- Uh...

Look, about earlier... I just wanted to see if...

Sorry, you go.

I just wanted to see

if you was down to catch
the new Jordan Peele movie

next weekend.

Uh... yeah.

Yeah, sure.
That-That'd be great.

Well, I mean, we don't have to.

No, no. I-I just...

You know, honestly,
I thought we were done.

Yeah, look,

I'm sorry for tripping
like that yesterday.

Uh, I was just...

Look, I respect
that college matters to you.

I'm just hoping you can respect
that it's not for me.

I'm not mad at you, though,
for pushing back.

Well, good,

'cause I do that.

It's kind of who I am.

That's what I like about you,
Dee.

Most girls,
they wouldn't even care.

Okay, and it helps
that you fine, too.

Stop.

Okay, I got to go.

All right,
I'm-a talk to you later.

Okay. Bye.

Yes!

Beefing on records,
I provided for my family.

I never imagined
the damage it could cause.

My son has a price to pay,
and that's on me.

But us getting to this truth,

us being free
from all of this...

...we owe that to you.

Well,

your family can
come back from this.

Stronger,

with a
fresh start.

You got some work to do
in the community, though.

To repair what you helped break.

But the good thing is Daoud
is already doing his part.

What do you mean?

He's in the studio right now,

finishing where you
and Dre Bids left off.

♪ No more funerals
or forever you rest ♪

♪ Let's put the guns down,
no more mettle to test ♪

♪ You might not understand now,
but nevertheless ♪

♪ It's a vicious cycle,
how we be peddling death ♪

♪ The writing's on the wall and
I can read, spawned by greed ♪

♪ It's genocide
at breakneck speed ♪

♪ And we don't have to murder
to succeed ♪

♪ It's all about mindset, let's
change ours from lead to lead ♪

♪ Teach growth,
not be still into debt ♪

♪ And, no,
I'm not killing 'em yet ♪

♪ I was frontline... Got to say,

I'm kind of feeling it.

Well, the truth is, this track
would still be locked away

if it wasn't for your help.

I know it wasn't easy.

Our pleasure.

- It was a nightmare.
- It's a nightmare.

Don't ever ask us
to do that again.

Look, I know
not being able to be seen

using a computer is not ideal.

- It's more like impossible.
- Untenable.

- It's harrowing.
- Bad for our relationship.

Still,

it was really nice to be
back in the saddle again.

What you need is your own spot.

Away from prying eyes.

Yeah. Because the city
is full of those.

I may have managed to find
a place you can use.

Seriously? Are you...

are you taunting me?
Because d-don't taunt me.

I'm not taunting.

It's an area
of condemned subway tunnel.

Right below the bar.

No.

How did you pull it off?

Me? Oh, no.

I had nothing to do with it.

Because this space
no longer exists.

All evidence of it

has been erased
from city records in a way that

cannot and will not
ever be traced back to me.

And no one else knows
about it, either--

not the Feds
or the military.

To their knowledge,
this whole place

has been sealed off
for good.

Okay, well, what about
his digital footprint?

If anyone tracks him... No.

We're gonna have
to replace a few things.

Leech a different
electric source.

Reroute a network junction box.

And no-no more stupid risks.

Right? If we
can do all that,

we could be
completely invisible.

The only difference is, now,

you can leave.

So, what do
you think?

I think I got my life back.