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Previously on Force...

I've done everything you've asked.

Get ahold of tech, Vargas.

We need to get Mr. Flynn
wired up for that meeting.

Tommy Egan.

I'm here to offer
a fully united gang coalition.

Let's make some money.

- I know you?
- I'm the new management.

Loyalty is a virtue,
and I reward that shit.

- Why are you here?
- Because I'm the bitch

- you should be working with.
- 50/50.

Oh, this is just ours.
Not a man in sight.

- So you been practicing?
- I been trying.

So you all heard
about the Crimson fires.

Well, they're doing a fundraiser,
and asked me to speak.

You did a really great job.

I've been meaning to ask you to dinner.

Okay.

You will end this war with Miguel.

He's stealing my territories,

working with every
garbage-collecting dealer

in town, including Tommy Egan.

I'm going to cut off your supply.

I didn't know if working with you
was gonna be a good thing, but it is.

We make a good team.

Fucking Feds.

Marks needs an update.

What the fuck is going on?

- Hey...
- Is you a fucking snitch?

No, Tommy. I'm not a fucking snitch.

There's only one way to prove
that you really ain't a snitch.

Victor, you don't have to do...

How the fuck did he know where we was?

I had my eyes out.

Ain't no way he fucking followed me.

Maybe it was you.

You notice anybody following you?

- No, no. Not at all.
- All right.

Grab his gun, his badge, and his wallet.

Yeah.

What are you doing?

Looking for a tracker.

It's the only thing that makes sense.

What the fuck are you doing?

You're searching the outside.

I'm searching the inside, right?

They don't put a tracker on the inside.

Well, you never know
with these fuckers, okay?

Clean sweep.

- Jesus Christ.
- What?

Tommy.

Oh, fuck. Fuck!

What do we do?

The fuck are you looking for now?

Looking for his log book.

Cops always got log books
that they document their shit.

Fuck it. We gotta go.

- Right now.
- Shit. All right.

Listen to me.

Go home, and ditch your fuckin' piece.

- Get rid of his shit too.
- Okay, wait.

What do we do with the body?

We fuckin' leave it here,
so it looks like a robbery.

I'll hit you tomorrow,
and don't you tell nobody about this.

Hey.

What are you doing?
What are you looking for?

Listen, Mireya,

I been down this road before,

lying to women about business stuff.

And God, I don't want
to do that with you.

So if you ask me a question
about anything,

I'ma tell you.

But if you don't really want
to know the answer,

maybe you shouldn't ask me then.

Thank you...

for respecting me enough to be honest.

I guess I don't want to know.

Not right now, at least.

Okay. Good.

Well, I gotta go back out, but...

can I see you tomorrow?

I can't. I got a family thing.

A quinceañera.

I heard of that.

"Keen-sin-air..."

Quinceañera.

- "Keen-seen-yera."
- yera. Yeah.

- So it's 15...
- Yeah.

It's a coming-of-age celebration

for a 15-year-old girl.

It's like a rite of passage
into womanhood.

It's for Ché's daughter,
so I can't really dip early,

but, um... text you after.

Yeah. Do that.

That's a plan.

I'll see you later.

Morning.

Mornin'.

Leon coming home soon?

- You want me to go?
- Oh, no.

He won't be back
from his sleepover till later,

and Jamal is in Detroit, until tomorrow,

so we got the place to ourselves.

A'ight.

I hope you like cheese grits.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

My big mama's from Alabama,

so I know a little somethin'
about some cheese grits.

Uh, and just 'cause
I cooked you breakfast

does not mean you're special.

I've been cooking breakfast
for Leon for 13 years.

It's just a little force of habit.

Okay. Copy that.

I'm not special.

Nope.

Mmm.

Look, this...

whatever it is,

it's fun.

I know we've been kicking it
a little bit,

and I might be down to do it again...

but you have to understand
that Leon is number one,

and I have to protect him.

Protect him from me?

I know who you are.

My neighbor told me.

Oh, yeah?

Who am I?

Diamond Sampson.

Head of CBI.

You're a gangbanger and...

and a drug dealer.

But don't get it twisted.

I knew that before I let you in my bed.

I'm grown,

but this...

you...

you cannot have
a negative effect on my son.

That's nonnegotiable.

He's had enough men in his life
disappoint him.

Don't need another.

I hear you.

But you wrong.

That's not who I am.

Hmm. Really?

Well then, enlighten me.

I'm just a man that's trying
not to be defined by his mistakes,

and I'm working very hard to be better.

You know, Maya Angelou said,
"When people show you

who they are,
believe them the first time."

So, Mr. Diamond Sampson,

can you prove Maya wrong?

I will.

I guess we'll see.

Fuck.

Get your shit, and come with me.

Let's go.

Sit down.

What the fuck is going on?

You tell us.

I don't know what you're talking about.

We found Vargas' body.

His body?

What do you mean? He's dead?

What the fuck happened last night?

Nothing.

I met up with him before the meet.
He wired me up.

I went to the meet, and then he
didn't show up at the rendezvous spot.

Bullshit.

Yeah?

I recorded everything.

I got Tommy on tape
cutting a deal with the DSD.

So no, it ain't bullshit.

Where were you supposed
to meet Vargas exactly?

Corner of Washington and Keeler.

You're not telling us everything.

Are you trying to protect Egan?

If I am, I'm doing
a pretty shitty job of it.

I just gave you a tape
of him at the meet.

That's what you wanted.

- It is what I wanted, but now...
- This is bullshit.

You keep moving the goalpost on me.

The goalpost has changed,
because I now have

a dead FBI agent on my hands.

Am I supposed to believe
this was some sort of a coincidence?

That it had nothing to do
with that meet?

I don't care what you believe.

Well, you better care,

because if I can connect you
at all to Vargas' murder,

you're looking at spending the
rest of your fucking life in prison.

Well, it's a good thing I have no idea
what happened to him then.

I want you to write down
everything that happened last night.

Who was there. Who said what.

And I want to know every stash house.

Every gang location.

Every fucking phone number. Everything!

And then I want you to go home...

and wait till you hear from us.

And you better not leave town.

Jesus, Bobby.

How did this go wrong?

What am I gonna tell Edgar's wife?

Oh, Christ. I don't know.

And Flynn knows something.

Yeah, he does.

And Tommy Egan is right
in the middle of this. I know it.

Just have to find out how.

You know what?

It's time for a show of force.

Let's raid CBI. Hit 'em everywhere.

We need warrants, Stac...

I don't give a fuck about warrants!

One of my own went down.
This shit is personal now!

Let us show them
that they can't fuck with a Fed

and just think
they can get away with it.

All right. I'm on board with it.

You and I...

we're something together.

We're a good team.

Oh, boy. I know that look.

What? What are you thinking?

I'm gonna go rattle another cage.

See what else falls out.

Now, come on.
So you killed a fucking Fed?

Well, technically Vic did, but yeah.

It had to be done.

You know what this means.

They gonna go scorched Earth,
but man, you gotta trust me.

There was no other way.

Well, how did they know where you were?

We found a tracker on Vic's car,

so you're gonna need to do
a sweep of your house and car.

We gotta get smarter.
Keep our circle tight.

Gotta start moving the stash around.

Money and product.

All right. All right.

I'll start cleaning this place up,
and I'll get the guys on the move.

Oh, and Ché is back in town,

so we got another chance
to make a play and step up.

So what you thinkin'?

Sons of Destruction.

Oh, hell, no.

We don't fuck with them, man.
We got bad blood.

We gotta put that shit in the past.

I'll smooth it over, but now
that the DSDs are on our side,

the Sons of Destruction
are the biggest crew

that the Serbs supply.
We get them, game over!

Well, they not gonna come easy.

Nothing worth anything ever does,

but I'm gonna put the word on the street

that Miguel personally asked
Ché to cut off the Serbs.

Mirkovic'll retaliate against Miguel,

and they'll just keep pissing
all over each other.

In the meantime, I'll meet with Ché,

and I'll show him what we been buildin'.

Hold on. Hold on.

What do you mean "meet with Ché?"

He's in town
for his daughter's quinceañera.

Yeah, but now is not the time
to meet with Ché.

Man, we got the Feds all over us.

Outta chaos comes opportunity,
motherfucker.

We seize this moment,

it'll get us closer
to becoming the connect.

Now, I'ma need you
at that meet with the SODs,

Diamond, just to put
that bad blood to rest.

- All right?
- A'ight.

I'll hit you later
with a place and time.

I know you ain't come
here to train, so what's this about?

My friend Elise.

Her mother owns a bunch of clubs
on the Viagra Triangle.

You know Rush and Division, right?

I'm familiar with the Viagra Triangle.

Well, we got set up there.

We have new territory.

New territory?

You just telling me about it now?

What happened to all that "girl power,
we partners" bullshit?

It's all about striking fast
while the iron's hot, right?

No, it ain't. It's about trust,

not you doing shit behind my back.

Trying to ice me out of a new play,

then crawl back to me
when you need help.

That is not what happened.

Don't lie to me, Claudia.

It won't end well for you.

Look, you're right.

I wanted to do something
on my own for once,

but I do need you,

and I want our thing together to work,
so are you in or not?

Only if we make decisions together.

If I find you lying to me again...

I'ma have to kick yo ass.

Tommy Egan.

I know you?

I'm Stacy Marks. I'm the U.S. Attorney.

What you want with me?

We got a big problem, you and I.

See, I don't take kindly to people

who fake their deaths in New York.

You then show up in my city
and start doing business

with CBI, the Flynns, and the Serbs,

selling a whole lotta drugs.

Allegedly.

You gotta use that word "allegedly."

Oh, I don't gotta do shit,
'cause that's a fact.

It don't seem like it.

You wanna know why?

'Cause I'd be under arrest right now,

so I don't think you got shit on me.

I wouldn't bet on that.

See, you fucked up, Egan.

One of my agents turned up dead
last night.

Oh, I'm sorry about that.

My thoughts and prayers.

He took this photo of you.

That's my good side.

I know you had something to do
with my agent being killed,

so when I put this case together...

and oh, believe me, I will...

you'll go away for life.

And that'll wipe that smug smile

right off of your fucking face.

I think I need to call my lawyer.
We done here?

You know, if Miguel Garcia finds out

that you're fuckin' his little sister,

he might take you off the map
before I do.

Be careful, Mr. Egan.

Chicago is a very dangerous city.

So I keep hearing.

Hey, Jenny Su.

How's my favorite lawyer doing?

Hey, look, I need you
to look into somethin' for me.

Oh, it's you.

You expecting someone else?

No. You just never come to me.

Yeah.

Want to make sure
you're holdin' it together.

Yeah. I'm good. Thanks.

You don't look good.

You been sleepin'?

Vic, I can't have you
losin' your shit over this.

No, I'm not. I just, uh...

I just can't stop thinking about
the tracker that we found on my car.

- That's all.
- Oh, yeah.

- The Feds are on us hard.
- Yeah?

How do you know that?

How I know that?

The fucking U.S. Attorney
just rolled up on me.

No fucking way.

What... what'd they say?

She was just fishing.

A dead Fed means they gotta front.

- Anybody roll up on you?
- Nah. Nobody.

They're gonna make surveillance

a fuckin' bitch for us from now on.

They're gonna go after
low-hanging fruit.

Probably pull in some of our guys.

See if anybody gonna squeal.

I mean, if we should be worried
about anyone,

- it's Jenard, right?
- Jenard?

- What the fuck you mean Jenard?
- Yeah.

You know, he's a shady motherfucker.
You know that.

He had a meet with my sister
the other day.

I know, 'cause I got eyes on her.

Okay, and?

And I talked to Jenard about it,

and he said that,
um, Claudia offered him

a deal with the Serbs,
but that he passed on it.

Vic, you didn't want to tell me
about this sooner?

I didn't want to bother you
with it, that's all,

but look, now that we're
talking about it,

I don't know, I just... I...

Jenard and Claudia are like
the same fucking person, right?

Opportunists.

Maybe they're the ones
that pointed the Feds in our direction.

Maybe so.

I'm gonna talk to that motherfucker.

You stay here till I hit you up.

Yo.

Hello. A'ight?

Another surprise visit?

When I'ma catch a break from you, man?

Y'know, we haven't talked
since your speech

at the Crimson Projects fundraiser,

and I don't know
how to say this, but, um...

your speech was inspiring.

Big step in the right direction.

25 guns were turned in that day.

A dent, but a start.

No, no, no. That's what's up.

Now, don't make a fool out of me.

No, sir.

I sure won't.

I got this.

Yes, I believe you do.

All right, Sampson. No piss test today.

And I'll see you next week.

Keep up the good work.

Yeah.

Being back here feels like yesterday.

Like I'm still my brother's errand boy
coming to you for a re-up.

You're far from that now, Chavo.

If we did business again,

I'm sure you'd send
your own errand boys.

If we did business again?

I heard the Serbs got cut off,

but I play by the cartel rules,
and I got a lot of product.

DSD must be in a tight spot right now.

_

_

_

_

Be for real, bro.

_

So talk to me about numbers.

One G less a key than what
the Serbs were offering you.

Man, that's generous of you.

_

_

Yo, bro. The DSDs are good.

I don't need your drugs.

You're going out of business, loco.

Yeah?

I made a deal with that blanquito
who's rolling with the CBIs.

Egan.

Tommy Egan.

_

_

_

Priorities.

_

_

Tommy Egan gets his product from me.

Then I'm already your customer

through Egan...

so let's keep it that way.

What's so fucking important?

What the fuck?

You tryin' to play me, motherfucker?

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

Don't be stupid with me, stupid.

You working with Claudia Flynn
behind my back?

That's what
her bitch-ass brother told you?

It don't matter.

Look, I'm not working
with Claudia Flynn, okay?

That's not what I hear.

Hold up, a'ight? Let me fuckin' explain.

Shit. Come on now.

Do you really think
I'm fuckin' stupid enough

to fuck with Becky with the Good Hair?

I think you fuck with whoever the fuck

can make you the most money.

I passed on her shit.

My people ain't never made
no money fuckin'

with no goddamn Europeans.

You must have forgot that it was me
who ran CBI for 15 years

when Diamond ass was still locked up.

I got brand loyalty,
motherfucker, a'ight?

Not like these little
new coalition bitches

you bringin' up in here.

That's who you need
to be worried about, not me.

You really think
that Vic Flynn give a shit?

You let me worry about Vic Flynn.

It's you I ain't sure about,
because if Claudia Flynn

ever come to you again,
and you don't tell me,

motherfucker...

don't make me sorry
I let you back in CBI.

Mirkovic.

What a nice surprise.

It's always good to catch up
with my partners.

You're playing with your life, Claudia.

You thought you could hide
your new business

in the Viagra Triangle clubs
from us, hmm?

I'm not hiding anything.

Mm.

It's not relevant to our agreement.

See, our negotiated terms

only cover business on the North Side.

Claudia...

please tell me that
pretty little head of yours

isn't empty after all.

Don't you know Tommy Egan
is on the hunt for you?

Wherever you go, we'll protect you,

and wherever you work, you cut us in.

It's a simple equation.

I can just as soon call Egan
and tell him

I pulled my men
from your security detail.

Up to you.

Would you like that?

It seems I don't have a choice.

Women...

always talking about fucking choices.

I guess it's a deal.

Let's make it official.

Sir, got some bad news.

Tommy's meeting with the SODs.

Tommy.

He's trying to poach our business.

It's time to end all this.

Hey, Diamond.

- What's up?
- Guess what.

I'ma be on TV.

- Word?
- Yeah.

Man, that's what's up! Okay, okay.

It's an interview for the local news

about my anti-violence campaign.

I done told y'all
that boy gonna be somebody.

We got us a TV star.

Man, that's all right.

Can I practice my intro with you?

Apparently, Mom's feedback isn't enough.

Man, of course you can.

Yeah. So... so when's the interview?

Tonight. I gotta be
at the studio by 7:30.

You know what? Um...

I think Diamond's busy, baby.

- It's okay.
- No. No.

I'm not busy.

- It's not a problem.
- For real?

Tonight. Yep.

Thanks, D.

I'll be back by 6:00.

All right. Bet. We on.

Yo, J, hit me when you get this.

I need you to do something for me.

Oh, God.

Turn that fuckin' light off.

Where the hell have you been?

I was in New York.

I had to take care of some things.

We were worried about you.

And what were you thinking?

You were doing so well.

Yeah. Well, you try forgetting

your bastard son killed your grandson.

God almighty.

Darnell's alive.

Um... what are you talking about?

Tommy sent him away
to keep him safe from police

after...

some mess he got into.

Wait.

You knew?

You... you didn't fucking tell me?

Why would you fucking do that to me?

Tommy thought
that it would be impossible

for you to keep a secret.

Thought that you would try
to talk him out of it.

So you told me he was dead?

Well, look at you!

You're a mess.

I'm a mess because I thought
you killed my grandson.

No, you were a mess long before that.

Look-look, no, I know
that you don't want to hear it,

but the only one responsible
for your sobriety is you.

Where is he? I want to see him.

I won't let you in Darnell's life

if you're drinking and using drugs.

Now, you can stay here,

sober up, and see your grandson,

or you can keep using
and get the hell out.

It's up to you.

Oh, come on.

Maybe he's not coming?

He'll be here.

Yeah, like he was here with the DSDs?

Come on. Give him a call.

What the fuck?

Fuck are you doing here? Where's D?

He ain't coming.

Said he had some personal shit
he had to deal with.

So he sent you.

Your brother's head
clearly ain't in the game.

Maybe he just don't want
to get in business

with motherfuckers who can't be trusted.

And why are we dealing with them?

Are you serious?

We're here to fuck the Serbs
and to build a coalition.

These motherfuckers
just tried to destroy us.

Times is always changing.

If you ain't changing with 'em,
you dead, motherfucker.

Now look, this is my terms.

In there, I need y'all to have my back.

You understand?

And look, if some shit pops off,

shoot to kill.

Got you.

Yeah.

A'ight, then.

I know you and CBI
got some bad history, a'ight?

We all got bad history,
but you can't get caught up

in some small-time bullshit
that happened two years ago.

Where's Diamond?

Diamond had some... some important shit

that he had to take care of.

More important than this?

No, look.

It was family business, you know?

Our Pops died.

He want to make this work.

He do, but he just had to go
handle that.

Yeah. Now that Ché
cut off the Serbs completely,

you can get everything
that you need from CBI.

More product. Better prices.
Squash that beef. Forget the past.

Make money, or like
we used to say in Queens,

if the shit hit the fan,
then we take money.

What the fuck? The Serbs!

- Hey, get 'em!
- What the fuck?

Mirkovic decides to come
into my home and fuck with me?

Fuck 'em.

Fuck that. We in.

Let's do business.

You know, you could say
"thank you," white boy.

I was wrong about you.

It's too bad you was a couple inches off
on Mirkovic.

We did damage to him.
That's what counts.

Hey, Jenard, we got Fed eyes on us.

Be careful with every move.

And seriously, what the fuck
is up with your brother, man?

Will you check on him?
See where his head at?

Him not being at this motherfucking meet

could have fucked everything up.

Got you.

All right, so you ready?

Man, I'm nervous.

I... I don't know if I can do this.

What you mean? Sure you can.

You give speeches all the time.

You got this.

Okay, but this suit.
Did your mom buy this?

No. She got it
from some old neighbor who's, like, 40.

All right.

We gone make it work.

Now, do you at least got a tie?

I-I don't know how to do it.

That's a'ight. Look in the mirror.

I'll show you. All right.

Now, first you gotta pop
that collar, a'ight?

There.

Now you gonna take the wide end
of the tie, on this side.

See that?

Now you gonna make sure
it's much longer than the narrow end.

All right.

I'ma go over.

Around.

All right.

Over the top.

And go through. All right.
Now you grab it.

There you go.

Okay.

Maybe this isn't for me.

My dad always says
I'm not made for this stuff.

Hey, man.

You can do whatever you want to, a'ight?

You just gotta stick with it.

Just like this tie.

Now we gotta go through.

Yeah.

Pull that down.

There you go.

Tighten that up.

There you go. Pull the narrow end down.

See?

Leon, you look good, man.

You about to be on TV.

Bet you gonna go to college.

Live a different kind of life.

Turn around.

There you go.

I'm proud of you.

Thank you for the help.

You're welcome.

I gotta go meet my mom.

You know what?
I'll take you home, all right?

Okay. Now remember, if you don't know

the answer to the question,
then you have to...

Stall and repeat the question
back to them.

That's right.

There you go.

All right.

Now, make us proud tonight, a'ight?

- I will.
- I'ma watch from the crib.

Appreciate you, man.

You look good, man.

Thank you.

Hey, bring your punk ass over here!

Uh...

Hey!

You think you all that, don't you?

You a bitch!

You want to fight?

Let's fight.

I'll beat yo bitch ass.

Fuck you gonna do?

Hell yeah!

I did it! Just like you told me.

No! N-no!

No!

Come on. Come on, Leon. Stay with me.

Stay with me. Stay with me!

Stay with me. Stay with me. I got you.

Come on. You got to fight, Leon.
You got to fight!

Shit.

- 911...
- Hey, I need an ambulance.

I need an ambulance
on Racine and Marquette!

- A child's been shot.
- Sending out

- emergency services to you.
- Hurry!

Hold on, Leon.

- After you.
- Thank you.

Expensive food and expensive drinks

usually mean bad news.

What's up?

We have a change in our arrangements.

Change?

Never been a fan of change.

The Serbs have upped
their protection fee

because of the Viagra Triangle clubs,

which means...

They want a cut of our profits?

Uh-huh.

Shit, girl.

My percentage is already bullshit.

Fuck the Serbs.

I'm your protection.

I know, but it's not enough.

Now that my brother is working
with Tommy and CBI,

we need the Serbs on our side.

Unless...

Don't fuckin' play games
with me, Claudia.

Unless what?

Unless we're ready to go to war
with the Serbs.

No.

No war.

If cutting the Serbs in is
the only way to keep the peace,

then that's what we do.

Sounds good to me.

Cheers.

Damn, bitch.

I need to level up.

Pour me another.

Diamond?

What's going on?

Leon? Leon!

No! No!

No. No, baby.

Baby...

Come on, baby. Come on. Mama's here.

No! I knew this would happen!

I knew I should have kept him
away from you!

How could you let this happen to him?

Get away from me!

No! Leon!

No! Don't touch me.

Leon!

That's my baby!

Oh, God.

I had that nigga Tommy
right in front of me.

I could have took that motherfucker out,
but I didn't.

You made the right move
by saving his ass.

Now he thinks he can trust you.

I'm not too sure about that, though.

You know, the nigga was asking me
all type of motherfucking questions.

Trying to trip me up and shit.

Fucking white boy don't know
who he playing with.

You know it's only gonna be a minute

before he find out
you been fuckin' with Claudia.

Then all hell gone break loose.

It's not just the Claudia piece
I'm worried about.

What you mean?

Claudia got her foot inside
the clubs in Viagra Triangle,

and she offered me a piece.

Then the Serbs muscled their way in.

Wait, wait. Hold on.

So now you in business
with the Serbs too?

I didn't invite them in.

Claudia did, and it was
a lot of money to pass on.

Baby, if Tommy find this shit out,

it's gonna fuck up everything
we been building with him.

What happen to all that shit
you was talking?

You don't remember that?

The "fatten up the pig,"
and the "set 'em up for the slaughter."

All that shit you was talking about.

What happened to that?

Think, okay?

Now, Diamond and Tommy
will kick our asses

to the curb before we even collect.

Then what?

You right.

A'ight then.

Now pull the fuck outta all that.

Nah.

I got a better idea.

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I hear that he's jealous
of Naci moving up before him.

If he feels left out,

he will not be loyal to you, mijo.

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I'm just here for the party.

What's up, Miguel?

- Who's this?
- Oh, hey.

Uh, Tommy Egan.

I'm in business with Miguel,

who is the best at his job,

'cause if it wasn't for him,
there is no way

that I've ever made
this much money in my life.

And also thanks to your product.

This isn't the time nor the place
to talk business, Egan.

All right. I got you. No disrespect.

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I'm always open for business.

Well, if it weren't for Miguel
and your product,

I was able to put
all of these crews together,

under one roof, and we all making money.

We on some United Nations
type shit out here, so...

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And, uh, congratulations
to your daughter.

Now, I don't mean to intrude
on the festivities.

I... I just came to give respect.

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Enjoy. Have a drink.

- Word?
- Yeah.

Yeah. Gracias.

Thank you very much.

How did you two come to be
in business together?

- Well, we...
- It's crazy.

The Serbs was making a move on you.
Remember that?

And I was able to take
a couple of them out

while they was gunnin' for him.

Right place at the right time, I guess.

I guess the rumors are true.

- What's that?
- You saved Miguel's life.

No. I mean... well, you know,

it was the least I could do.

Another day, another dead Serb.

It's been great
being in business together.

Right, Miguel?

It's been great for all of us.

It's true.

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That sound about right.

You know, somethin' like that,
so... but listen.

I should probably get movin'
and shakin' right now,

just to, uh,
keep this money train goin',

but mucho gusto, Ché.

Jefe, I'll see you soon.

Señora.

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Mireya. Mireya. Mireya, hold up!

Please. Let me explain.

Explain what?

That you used me to get to Ché?

Oh, get the fuck outta here.
That is not...

Is that why you wanted
to learn Spanish from me?

What ha... of course not.

Well, it wasn't to get close to me.

Do you realize what I gave up
to be with you?

Yes!

Yes, I do.

- And you don't give a shit.
- I don't give a shit?

You don't give a shit about me.

What the fuck are you talking about?
Of course I give a shit about you.

No, you don't, because if you did,

you'd be a lot more
fucking careful with Miguel!

I am done. I'm done.

I'm done sneaking around
and hiding our thing from Miguel.

Well, what about me?

Do you care about what he will do to me?

He ain't gonna do nothing to you,
'cause I'll take care of him.

What is that supposed to mean?

You fucking know what that means.

Tommy, what, you're gonna kill him?

You're gonna fucking kill him?
He's my brother, Tommy!

I don't want him dead!

Well, I don't want a lot
of shit in my life, either,

but I gotta handle my business.

That's the fucking point, Tommy!

I'm not your business.

I don't want to be your business.

I don't want to be caught up
between you and Miguel anymore!

This is getting out of control.

It's not out... listen.
I just want to take care of you.

I don't need you to take care of me.

I take care of myself, okay?

And I'm done living my life
looking over my shoulder.

You're not gonna have to, okay?

'Cause I'm gonna go talk to him.

I don't want you to talk to him.

Haven't you heard a thing that I said?
Why don't you listen to me?

I'm listening!

If he finds out about us,
he will kill us both.

I need to think this through,
so please just...

leave me alone.

Leave you alone?

Are you... did you just lose your mind?

What... it's fu... you know what?

Take your time.

Mireya?

Fuck.

Can I help you?

Hi. Mireya Garcia?

I'm U.S. Attorney Stacy Marks.

I'm here to talk to you
about Tommy Egan.

I'm a little tired.

- Maybe tomorrow?
- Two minutes.

Literally. May I come in?

Uh, no, actually. You can't.

I know you're involved with Tommy,

and I know about your family.

So?

Listen, this is unofficial.

I wanted to tell you, woman to woman,

you're involved with a bad man.

Tommy Egan is very dangerous.

A true sociopath.

If you stay with him,
your life could be in danger.

Thank you for the warning.

Mireya, I think he's involved

in the death of a federal agent.

This is serious.

So when I arrest him, he'll do life.

It might be hard for you
to see it right now,

but you're choosing a terrible life

by being with Tommy. I have to warn you.

You might get pulled into a RICO case.

Is that what you want?

You're a nurse.

To end up in prison.

Do yourself a favor.

Ask Tommy about LaKeisha Grant.

Okay?

All right, fellas, let's head out.

Come in.

I told crime scene techs to go
back through Vargas' car.

Mm-hmm?

They found this under the front seat.

Vargas' notebook.

And it shows his notations.

That he wired up Vic prior to the meet,

and that he was waiting
on Washington and Keeler

post meet.

Vargas was there.

Which means Vic was lying.

Get him in here.

Now.

What's good?

What you need to talk to me about?

There's something you should know.

Yeah. You know, we just thought
it'd be better if you heard it from us

- than on the streets.
- All right.

I don't like how this soundin', so why

don't you just say what you gotta say?

We in with Claudia and the Serbs.

Motherfucker.

Jenard, you just denied that shit...

- Nah, nah, nah. It was my deal.
- ...right to my face.

Jenard didn't even know.

It was all on me.

You? Why you?

I got it going,
figured I could give Claudia

over to you as a peace offering.

When Jenard found out,
he thought you might see it

- as us trying to backstab you.
- Huh.

Figured it was best
to bring it to you now.

We want to work with you.

I'll cut the bitch loose.

No. Keep working with both of them.

Just let me know everything
that Claudia is doing.

I'll be straight with you.

All right then.

For sure.

Hey, Jenard, what's up
with your brother, man?

He ain't been returning my calls.

You been talking to him?

Nah. Nah.

I ain't hollered at him,
but you remember that kid

- he was teaching to box?
- Oh, yeah.

Well, shit. He got killed, bro.

That is fucked up.

How? Uh, we know who did it?

Nah. We don't know shit yet,

but you know that nigga Diamond
ain't gonna let this shit go,

so you know what time it is.

- Yeah.
- Word.

Yeah.

Excuse me.

Got a minute?

How can I help you?

One of your parolees
is Diamond Sampson, correct?

David Sampson.

Yeah. What about him?

Well, he's been real close
to my son, Leon,

and now Leon's dead.

And so what are you suggesting?

There's something you need to know
about that motherfucker Diamond.

He playing you.

D, what's good, fool?

Nigga, didn't I tell you
to get rid of that shit?

Hey yo, Tommy said
we got eyes on us, bro,

so we gotta keep it moving around town.

Damn, D.

Bro, you good?

Just leave this shit here and go.

Drop the shit right there and go!

Fuck, man.

Drugs. Yeah.

What's that?

Vargas' log book.

He was meticulous with his notetaking,

especially about you.

He was exactly where
he was supposed to meet you.

Okay. What are you saying?

What I'm saying
is your deal is null and void.

- The fuck it is.
- You're going to prison

unless you implicate Tommy Egan
in Vargas' death.

- It wasn't him.
- Wrong answer!

Stacy, can we step outside
for a second, please?

If you don't say it was him,
I'm gonna assume it was you.

- Stacy...
- Pick one!

You or him.

Stacy, come outside.

I saw Tommy Egan kill Agent Vargas.

Right answer.

What we got?

I went to my source to try and find out

what the Feds have on you and Diamond.

- Mm-hmm.
- But my source got walled out.

Walled out? What the fuck that means?

When a case has
an active CI, an informant,

they suddenly put a wall up
around the case.

No one can get access to documents.

Things get really secretive.

Are you telling me we got a snitch?

I can't tell you for sure,

but yeah, I think you do.

I think you should be very careful.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, yo. What's up, D?

Why you got the lights off for?

Diamond?

What the fuck is going on, man?

You don't return my calls.
Bones says you's trippin'.

Talk to me!

Fuck, man. Clean this shit up.

No, man. No.

Yo, yo. What the fuck are you doing?

It's who I am.

I'm fucking Diamond Sampson.

I'm a fucking drug dealer,

and I get kids killed.

Come on, man.
That shit wasn't your fault.

Come here. Come on. We gotta get this...

Man, come on. Just leave it out!

- Hey!
- What the fuck?

What the hell is this?

Fuck.

So it's true.

You're dealing drugs again.

I gave you every chance,
and you fucked it up.

You made a fool out of me.

Well, I can't allow that.

Oh, no. Sir, I wouldn't do that.

Now, you going to prison.

Hey...

No.

I'm not goin' back to prison.

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