All language subtitles for Power.Book.III.Raising.Kanan.S04E01

Previously
on Raising Kanan...

I can't handle wildness
around me and my son, 'Nique.

You know, you and me, we in-in
different places right now.

I think we gotta
pump the brakes.

I mean, we just kicking
it anyway, right?

- To Cafe Vous.
- Cafe Vous.

I need you to put
that on the airwaves.

Get it bubbling
in these streets.

I'm here to move weight.

It's what I do. It's who I am.

So what the fuck
am I doing here?

You're throwing them back fast.

It's a bar, right?

Throwing them back is
what you do in a bar.

Think of the good
times too, please.

Raquel Thomas. Special
Agent Preston Tanner.

I'd like you to come
in for a conversation.

I'm gonna have to
call my lawyer.

I'm the big dog, nigga.

Running your fucking
mouth to Pernessa

ain't no big-dog shit.

That's bitch shit.

I heard about
our friend Unique.

I'm sorry.

I'm gonna step into what he
started with you, take it over.

Let's give it the
old college try.

'Nique's gone,
and he ain't coming back.

Now we do business.

If we do
this, it's you and me.

Cousin isn't involved,
and no one else can know.

Time to go to work.

This right here is
about knowing that I win

every fucking day.

Your moms is fucking
with our investment.

She need to be handled.

I told you not to ever
fuck with my family.

You don't tell me
shit, little boy.

- I know Ronnie had...
- Shut the fuck up.

The math is
real easy on this.

It's either Marvin, or
it's you, me, and Kanan.

You adding shit up all wrong.

The feds on you, not me.

Raq, it's Kanan.

I want my son back safe.

What does Ronnie
want for the boy?

Five.

That cruddy-ass
nigga want $500,000?

I got your money.
Now give me my son.

Ain't nobody kidnap me, Ma.

Y'all been played.

You and Ronnie in
on this together?

Throw that over here.

Shit's all you, ma.

♪ I'm a hustler,
baby I'm a hustler, baby ♪

♪ Yeah, I know
Heartbreaks, setbacks ♪

♪ Bitch, if I crap out
I'm sure I'ma get back ♪

♪ I been through the ups and
Downs, you know I get around ♪

♪ So to me It's all
a part of the game ♪

♪ If I ain't the coke
man Or the dope man ♪

♪ I'm almost for sure,
man I got to take it ♪

♪ No need to say shit
I'm gon' take it ♪

♪ Robberies turned homicide
It's nothin' to play with ♪

♪ Make money Make,
make, make money ♪

♪ When shit hit the fan
We'll take money, Southside ♪

♪ Beef with the best of 'em ♪

♪ Done shot At the
rest of 'em, yeah ♪

♪ Checks, I'm collectin' 'em ♪

♪ Check, boy I'm
finessin' 'em ♪

♪ Bag Supreme Boy,
you fuck around ♪

♪ Put a big bag on your head ♪

♪ Before the weather
break You're dead ♪

♪ Let's get to it, they
Don't do it like we do it ♪

♪ Nah, cop it, whip
it Bag it, flip it ♪

♪ Re-up, we up
G'd up, what up? ♪

♪ Runnin' round this bitch
Still not givin' a fuck, hey ♪

♪ When it come to that paper
There'll be no complications ♪

Ha ha. That's right.

♪ Put a hole in a nigga
Right in front of you ♪

♪ Your heartbeat pacin' ♪

♪ And it's all right ♪

♪ That's how
We do it on this side ♪

♪ Niggas get to
it On this side ♪

♪ I know heartbreaks
Setbacks ♪

♪ Bitch, if I crap out
I'm sure I'ma get back ♪

♪ I been through the ups and
Downs, you know I get around ♪

♪ So to me It's all
a part of the game ♪

♪ If I ain't the coke
man Or the dope man ♪

♪ I'm almost for sure,
man I got to take it ♪

♪ No need to say shit
I'm gon' take it ♪

♪ Robberies turned homicide
It's nothin' to play with ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

Before you can
figure out where you going,

you gotta look back
at where you been.

And you gotta look real close,

'cause you miss shit,

forget details.

There's things that
happened that seem like

they didn't mean
nothing at the time.

But then you realize
they mean everything.

That's why you
gotta look back...

...because now that
you see where you at,

you gotta understand how
the fuck you got there.

Oh.

I need a fucking doctor, man.

I'm all fucked up.

Yo, Early...

...I need you to come get me.

Shit.

Goddamn, boy.

A'ight, you all
better.

Up slow.

- Right here.
- OK.

Don't even know
how you still alive, boy.

You been worked the fuck over,

then worked over three
more fucking times.

Goddamn.

A'ight,
come on, fam. Easy.

Come on, man. Almost there.

Almost there.

Yo, careful.

In here.

Everything you
seeing here happened already.

♪ I'm too famous ♪

But we didn't
peep it the way we needed to

because we wasn't looking.

♪ These
streets need a body ♪

♪ I'm too famous ♪

♪ Me and my niggas
'Bout them triggers ♪

♪ Puttin' bodies in rivers ♪

♪ Robbin' for major figures ♪

♪ I was born in the
gutters Of Southside ♪

♪ And outside is where
I earned my stripes ♪

♪ I'm 'bout mine ♪

♪ Corner bodega
Played a nigga... ♪

- Let me get a water, please.
- I got you.

♪ That's
how I do it... ♪

Yo, Juke.

Been meaning to get at you.

I'm sorry that I
missed your audition.

I been dealing with some shit,

and it-it got the best of me.

It's all good, Uncle Lou.

It's not, though. I fucked up.

I know I been saying
that a lot lately,

but I'm trying to
figure my shit out.

♪ Body,
body, body, body ♪

♪ Need a body,
body Body, body ♪

♪ Streets need a body,
body Body, body... ♪

I like the spot.

♪ I'm too famous... ♪

It's good, right?

♪ Body,
body, body, body... ♪

That's your uncle?

That's Uncle Lou, yeah.

He and you tight?

We family.

We all tight...

sort of.

You ever met Juke's
friend Nicole?

♪ That's
Queens for you ♪

♪ Fiends on every corner... ♪

I did.

She cool?

♪ Triple beams
And porterhouse steaks... ♪

No doubt.

Is she pretty?

Nicole a'ight.

♪ Hundred
and forty reasons ♪

♪ Why you no
longer Breathin' ♪

♪ Bitch ass, we even... ♪

Juke's so dope.
Nicole was lucky.

♪ I'm comin'
For them payments ♪

♪ In funeral arrangements ♪

♪ I'm kissin' your mama... ♪

Happy to be here
with you, Kanan.

♪ Flowers and Hard
dick for your girl... ♪

- Pretty good, right?
- Mm-hmm.

And he's cute,
which never hurts.

♪ See what I mean... ♪

Don't tell me you into all that
March November shit, Shirley.

I think it's May
December, but, no.

I like my men like you
like your whiskey, aged.

I heard that.

He's talented, though, and
he's got stage presence.

♪ Streets need a
body Body, body, body, body ♪

♪ Streets need a body... ♪

Uh, excuse me for a minute.

♪ Streets, streets
Streets need a body... ♪

Hey.

♪ Streets need
a body Body, body, body ♪

♪ Streets, streets
Streets need a body ♪

- ♪ I'm too famous ♪
- Excuse me.

♪ I'm comin' From
the streets ♪

♪ Streets need a body ♪

♪ I wish a nigga would Say
something about me... ♪

- You good?
- For sure.

You still coming over for
dinner with my parents

later this week, right?

No doubt.

Good.

♪ I wish a nigga
would Say something about me ♪

♪ Bring out the whole hood
Say something about me ♪

♪ The streets need a body... ♪

Yo, I thought Raq was
coming through the spot.

I don't know what
the fuck she doing.

She got her own
life, and I got mine.

♪ Body, body ♪

They think they smell something,

but they're realizing it's
just their own stench.

There's no there there,
and they know it.

I feel very confident that
you won't have to worry

about the FBI or this
so-called task force anymore.

This dog simply don't hunt.

Hmm.

Everything OK?

I just got crazy hungry.

Guess I ain't eat in a minute.

Well, tell me what you want.
I'll go back and get it.

I appreciate that, but I
gotta see what they got.

Can't have you bringing me
back no nasty-ass Mounds bar

or some shit.

I'll wait
for you outside.

- Thanks.
- Mm.

Who's this?

You sure he want to talk to
me and not my sister instead?

A'ight.

I'll come through, then.

He's seriously
injured, Early.

I can't X-ray him here,
but I'm betting he has

multiple skull fractures.

I ain't his daddy.

I don't fucking
care about all that.

All I need to know is whether
he gonna live long enough

to pay for services provided.

He'll survive, but recovery
from head trauma like this

is long and difficult.

I mean, he's gonna need
constant care and monitoring.

Someone in his
condition should be

in a rehabilitation facility,
where he can recover

while under the care of
a full medical staff.

That shit ain't gonna happen.

We often see significant
personality changes

in people with these
kinds of brain injuries.

Can you speak normal, nigga?

'Cause I don't get all that
doctor-nese you spitting.

When he wakes up, he
could be different

than who he was before.

I mean, it-it's not unusual
for people with this kind

of injury to experience
significant bouts

of anxiety, even rage.

Like I said, Doc,

I need to know if the fool
gonna give me my money,

'cause I came
straight out of pocket

for your fucking time tonight,

and it sound like my
work ain't even done.

Getting you your money

is gonna be the least of
your friend's problems.

Look, while you seem to be
out of their crosshairs,

I can't say the same for
everybody else in your circle.

The FBI doesn't like to
leave a party empty-handed.

And frankly, there's no depths
to which they won't stoop

to get an indictment.

You and your family need to keep

your side of the
street squeaky-clean

for the foreseeable future.

Let's also acknowledge tonight
for the win that it is.

Right now, at this moment,
they have nothing at all on you

or anyone else in your circle,

which is inarguably and
undeniably good news.

I'll be in touch.

Have a good night.

You too.

Those my blocks.

All of them.

Raq need to step the fuck off.

Tell her I love her, though.

Tell her that.

I'm sure you were
surprised to hear from me.

Never-never met you, you know,
face-to-face like this before.

Heard good things from
my sister, though.

Well, I was really
impressed with your work

with our pal from Jersey.

And I wanted to put
a name to a face.

Hey, by the way, that job,

executed flawlessly.

Felt like I could've tightened
it up in a couple spots,

but I appreciate the kind words.

Yeah.

Hey, uh, so you-you're wondering

why I reached out to you.

And the answer is
twofold, my friend.

Uh, first off, as discussed,

you are a true professional,

I mean, and-and in-in a business

that is sorely lacking
in that particular area.

And secondly, as was the case
with our, uh, late comrade

in Newark, I have a
job that, uh, demands,

uh, a little bit of-of distance

and some cover for me.

You need me to do
more work for you.

My daughter Paulette, her, uh...

her new husband, Tomasso,
he's embarrassing her and me.

And that's unacceptable.

Problem is, is
Tomasso's a made guy,

so I can't have
one of my own guys

go over there and knock some
much-needed sense into him.

You know, it's
against the rules.

You Mafia guys seem
to find a whole lot of ways

around the rules, though.

Well...

Well, it's, uh... it's not
so much the letter of the law

as it is the spirit, if
you know what I'm saying.

Anyway, this piece
of shit Tomasso,

you know, he's-he's running
around on my daughter,

which, in and of itself, it's
not the end of the world.

It happens to the best of us.

But the issue is, Tomasso's
doing it in such a public way

that it's insulting
to my family.

And that's where I come in.

Now, look, this is gonna have
to be between the two of us.

That's why I didn't
contact your sister.

I don't like mixing
my businesses.

It confuses the conversations.

Raq ain't the king of me.

I got my own life
and my own interests.

I do what I do.

Yeah. A man
after my own heart, eh?

All right,
so we're agreed.

All right, you'll-you'll set
my son-in-law straight for me,

and we'll keep
this to ourselves.

You give me that information.

I'ma roll up on that sucker
and see what he talking about.

Marvin, a friend in
need is a friend indeed.

I know I say this to you
every time that we meet,

but I just cannot help
but remember when you were

in the tenth grade
and I encouraged you

to take the test to
go to Stuyvesant.

That seems like
another lifetime ago.

Things turn out how they
supposed to, Dr. West.

Our lives are what we
make of them, Kanan.

And your grades are
what you make of them,

which is why you're here.

Ms. Terrell tells me
that if you don't turn in

your research paper on
one of your grandparents

before the end of the semester,
you'll fail her class,

which will put you in violation

of the terms set forth
by the social worker

who's managing your court case.

I told Ms. Terrell
I'd do her paper.

I just wanted to do
it on something else.

I ain't really got no
grandparents to write about.

I spoke to your mother,

who says that both
your grandmother

and your late grandfather

have wonderful histories
you could explore.

You don't get to decide what
work you're assigned, Kanan.

This paper has to
get done immediately.

Understood?

Understood.

This is for the pain,

but he really should be
in a hospital, Early.

He ain't going nowhere.

I don't know who
did this to him,

and I don't know if
they still out there,

waiting to finish the damn job.

Just last week, we
had a German shepherd

who got hit by a car

- and had similar head trauma.
- Hmm.

When the dog finally
regained consciousness,

he turned vicious, gave
one of my nurses stitches.

We had to put him down.

Well, last time I checked,

this fucked-up nigga
ain't a German shepherd.

He paying me for
safety and security,

and that's what he getting.

You may be keeping him secure...

...but I can't say
that this is safe.

Hell no, you can't
write about my family.

You don't even know them.

That's why I'm
trying to learn, man.

I mean, they my
grandparents too, right?

Could be good for me
to know who they are.

Why don't just write about
your mother's parents, man?

Nah, then I gotta talk to her.

And I'm really not
about that right now.

You can't write
about my peoples.

What if somebody put
two and two together,

start asking questions,

realize you ain't Def Con's son?

You want people to
know you a cop's kid?

Look, I haven't given
up on you and me.

I'm still thinking
maybe we could connect,

be something to each other.

I mean, we ain't there yet,

but maybe we can get there.

I'm hoping we can get there.

But you...

writing some history
paper about my family,

that just ain't smart, yo.

I gotta get back to work.

Hey, yo, for future reference,

showing up to my
place of business

is probably not the
brightest idea you ever had.

Iesha never stops raving
about you, Jukebox...

...which is a nickname
I absolutely love.

And I need to know
the origin of it.

- Thank you for having me.
- Mm.

And Jukebox is what
my family call me

'cause I was always
singing when I was young.

And what do your
parents do, Jukebox?

Actually, my-my moms
passed kind of recently.

Iesha told us, and
we're sorry about that.

And my dad, he does a whole
lot of different things.

Juke's dad is so cool.

He's been to a few
of our rehearsals

and says the funniest stuff.

My dad always talking.

So, uh, what are your plans
for next year, Jukebox?

Where are you thinking
about going to college?

Can Juke just enjoy her dinner

without being
interrogated by you guys?

Right now, I'm kind of just
focused on Butta, I guess,

seeing where that goes.

Well, this singing group

is a wonderful
extracurricular activity

for you girls, but
it's a diversion.

It's a lark.

Wow, thanks for stomping

on our hopes and
dreams, Mom and Dad.

We are not stomping on anything.

Last time I checked,
you've been dreaming

of going to Spelman since
you were eight years old.

I'm just saying, not everybody
has to have the same dreams.

I'm quite certain Jukebox
wants a bright future

for herself, right?

Right.

I don't wanna
do it in the car again.

Can't we, like, go to
a motel or something?

No.

This nigga don't
give a fuck at all.

Does the father know?

No.

Are you planning
on telling him?

He's dead.

I'm sorry.

Is that why you're
terminating the pregnancy?

Ain't got no room for another
kid in my life right now.

Just so you're aware, you
are going to need to meet

with one of the
clinic's social workers

when you return
for your follow-up.

We are just as concerned about
your emotional well-being

as we are about your
physical health.

Let's get this scheduled.

Yo, Early,

give me the keys to
one of them rides, man.

And just where the fuck
you think you goin'?

I gotta let Pernessa and
Jerome know I'm alive.

Doc says you in the danger zone.

Need to stay your ass in bed.

I'm paying you

to do what the fuck I
tell you to do, nigga.

You ain't paid me shit, boy.

I'm still waitin'
on my fuckin' money.

Give me them keys.

This fool wanna get
behind the wheel.

Can't even walk across
my damn kitchen.

Clown-ass
motherfucker, man.

Special occasion over here.

From the President

of the United States...

It's not often my
grandson comes calling.

So...

to what do I owe this pleasure?

Because you know I love
seeing you any chance I get.

Yeah, I'm sorry I
haven't come over more often.

I just... I been caught up
with school stuff and...

Uh-uh, you don't ever need
to apologize to me, baby.

I'm not your mother.

I don't put expectations

and demands on you.

Look, I got this assignment.

Gotta write a research paper
on one of my grandparents.

I was thinking I'd write
it on Grandpa Elijah.

Like, I done heard so
many stories about him,

but I don't know the story,
if you know what I'm saying.

I know exactly what you saying,

and I think it's a great idea.

You should know more
about your grandfather

because he would have
loved you, Kanan.

You have that same
spirit he had,

that same belief in yourself.

Look, your grandfather
did what he did

because he didn't like his
life and the world around him.

Mm, he didn't like
me much neither.

But for most of his life,
he believed he could do

anything he set his mind to.

That's why he had so many jobs
and interests and passions.

Elijah was capable and skilled

and brilliant...

...just like you.

I appreciate that.

You don't have to
thank me, baby.

I'm your grandma.

I'm supposed to
pile praise on you.

I'm gonna tell you my point
of view of your grandfather.

Now, your mother
and your uncles,

they're gonna tell you
something different.

So I'm not saying I'm
right about all this.

I'm just saying, this
is how I remember him.

You got your pencil and paper?

Oh, yeah. No doubt.

Elijah Thomas was born in 1925

in Clinch County, Georgia.

His daddy, Charles,
worked on the railroads.

And his mama, Ruth, did
laundry for white folks.

Yo, Tomasso.

You lost?

My bad. Um, this Fort Greene?

Not even close.

Yeah, you got off on
the wrong exit, boy.

Maybe so.

Um, never been good
with directions.

Hmm, right, well,

here's some you should follow.

Get the fuck back in
your car right now,

and we won't make you
eat the fucking curb, OK?

Uh, my bad, I was
expecting you to say

that I should make
a left at the light

and then my second
right or some shit.

But y'all, y'all crackers
got different maps

out here, I see.

Y'all have a good night.

This fucking coon.

I mean, does this
look like Fort Greene?

I don't see no monkeys swinging
from the fucking trees.

Do you?

Come here. Looking
insane, bro.

- Is this new?
- You like that?

The doctor
will walk you through

the actual step-by-step
process, but...

Ain't my first time.

Oh.

I didn't see that in your chart.

It was an off-the-books
type thing,

when I was a lot younger.

I'll let the doctor know.

And I'll see you in
the recovery room.

♪ Come over ♪

♪ Come over... ♪

Does it hurt?

Nah.

Just uncomfortable is all.

It was 'Nique's.

If you wanna drop your
jaw or yell or some shit,

do what you gotta do,

'cause I know the
shit's gotta be a shock.

Uh, I mean,
it's-it's a surprise.

It's a surprise
that I was carrying

the baby of the nigga I was
trying to kill for years?

Come on, Juke, you gotta give me

something better than that.

OK.

It's a shock.

Like...

I can't even believe it.

Like, I don't even
know what to say.

That's more like it.

Of course, you gotta keep
this shit to yourself.

♪ Won't
you come over... ♪

To the grave, Juke.

No doubt.

Truth is, I can't even
believe this shit myself.

Can't believe none of it.

Did you love him?

Think I could have.

This the Elephant
Man-looking motherfucker

eating solid food.

Just give me a couple more days.

I'ma be ready to circle
back on my brother,

settle this fuckin' score.

You don't wanna do
all that right now.

Like I keep saying,
I don't give a fuck

about what you think I should
or I shouldn't do, Early.

Just hear
me out, nigga.

You got a damn superpower
at the moment, man.

You invisible.

Everybody think
you dead and gone.

Why you wanna go and
fuck all that up?

Let the dust settle.

Lay back in the
cut, see who comes

to fill that hole
you left behind,

'cause whoever step
in behind had a hand

in taking you out
in the first place.

I don't need to
let nothing settle,

'cause I already
know who did it.

It was my own
fuckin' brother, man.

But maybe he had
somebody behind him.

It's a big move for
a nigga to make dolo.

Look, point is,
element of surprise

is the biggest
advantage there is,

and you got that shit
in spades right now.

All I'm saying, you
ain't paid me shit,

so I gotta protect
my investment.

My investment is you, nigga.

You get took out, all my
money deaded with you.

Well, I'ma need you to do
some recon for me, then...

...see what niggas is
talking about out there.

I need to understand the
lay of the fuckin' land.

Trust me when I say this.

Just 'cause I'm
invisible right now

don't mean you ain't gonna
see your fuckin' money, Early.

Every debt I owe
is gonna get paid,

every fucking one.

He just gave up, man.

Your grandfather threw
up his damn hands

and checked the fuck out.

Didn't think about nobody
else when he did it neither,

'cause him being gone made me

having to step up and be
daddy to your moms and uncle.

Couldn't be no kid no more

'cause I had to
raise Raq and Lou.

Had to help out any way I could.

What your grandfather did

was selfish, man,

and weak.

To him, it felt like it
answered all his problems,

but all he did was leave
them problems behind

and some new ones, too, for
the rest of us to figure out.

So you don't have no good
memories of him, then?

Course I do.

I loved that nigga, man.

He was my father.

That's why it hurt so bad.

That's why it stay hurtin'.

Man...

...I remember when
he was prizefightin'.

That's when your mom was still
young and Lou was a baby.

He'd take me to
his fights, and...

I'd see him put
fools on they backs.

You know what that's
like for a little nigga,

seein' his pops do
that to another man?

I remember it-it felt like his
muscles was-was my muscles,

like nobody could fuck with me.

See...

I loved him most
out of everybody...

...which is why I can't
never forgive him.

Man, three weeks of picketing.

Wait till I get my
hands on that Tony, huh?

When is this all gonna end?

Wow, this is really
getting to you, huh, Roc?

Well, hell yeah, my
whole life, I've worked...

It's all Raq out there.

She picked up all the work, man.

And she movin' out of
that old Chinese spot

that you was fuckin' with too.

Yeah, I can't say for sure,

but it's also sounding
like she getting her supply

from your old connect.

This bitch tell me she done.

And now she got my work?

She let me get
shit up and runnin'

just so she could
take it from me.

And your brother fuckin'
with Raq's kid too.

Ronnie and that
boy working together.

So you was
right, then, huh?

Raq had Ronnie's back.

They conspirin'
against me and shit.

Kanan had Ronnie take
me out for his moms

so she could jack my work.

I mean, you jumpin' to a
lot of conclusions there,

but some of it sound
like it could be real.

That's her fuckin' son, nigga.

That motherfucker don't wipe
his nose without her say-so.

They all workin'
together against me, man.

Raq do this with every
nigga she's ever been with,

from Def Con to High Post.

She plays them, and she
takes what they got.

That's how she do.

You ain't been
her man like that.

Yo, you got a gat?

Just what you gonna do with it?

Hold it, nigga.

Remember
we said that we felt bad

about the situation?

Because you were on strike,

- we wanted to help out?
- Yeah.

Well, right now,
Pop's out looking for a job.

Oh, that's
really nice. What about you?

This bitch think I'm dead.

I ain't never been
more fuckin' alive.

What your moms
say about your grandfather?

I ain't
really talk to her.

Ain't you back home
'cause of the school shit?

That don't mean
me and her talkin'.

Well, look, I-I'm
still learning shit

about your grandfather
that I didn't know.

But here's something
your moms and grandmom

don't understand
about your grandpa.

Nigga was a creator.

He could take nothing,
turn it into something.

He was real good with his hands.

You know, he used to make
a lot of the furniture

we had up in the crib.

And I know you know he was
a hell of a horn player.

Yeah, I do.

That man could blow, boy.

I mean, he'd get
lost in the shit.

He'd close his eyes,
he'd blow that horn,

and he was a million miles away,

somewhere better than here.

And he always
worked for himself.

He was his own fuckin' man,
never licked no nigga boots,

never took no shit from nobody.

Wish I could say the
fuckin' same about myself.

You know, I used to
be real angry at him

for leaving us like he did.

I'd lie up my bed at night,

scream into my pillow
so no one could hear me

raging at that motherfucker.

Now that I'm older, though...

...I understand him better,

understand why he did
what he did better too.

Death gotta be easy, kid,

'cause life is fucking hard.

Yo, Mikey, I'm sorry
about that check.

I thought you saw me coming.

No, you didn't.

You're
right, I didn't.

Fuck you, Tomasso.

Oh, don't get your
panties in a bunch.

You're fine.

Who the dumb
ofay motherfucker,

standing out in
some brick-ass cold,

peeped a fucking sheet
of ice and thought, yo,

let's slide around on that shit

with fucking sticks
in our hands?

I got off on the right
exit this time, white boy.

Who the fuck are you?

You been
disrespecting your wife

with that other bitch.

I'm here to tell you
to knock that shit off.

You following my
directions, nigga?

Say it out loud, motherfucker!

All right, I hear you.

Yeah.

You did.

What you doing?

Working on this paper
on Grandpa Elijah.

Oh, yeah. School
called me on that.

Meant to talk to you about it,

but I got caught
up in other things.

So you ain't got no questions
for me about your grandfather?

I mean, you know I
was his favorite.

I talked to Grandma, Uncle
Marvin, and Uncle Lou.

They gave me what I needed.

You know it don't matter to me
what you think of me, Kanan?

Don't matter to me at all.

I don't need you to love
me for me to love you back.

You understand what I'm saying?

I love you so much...

...don't matter if you hate me.

So happy to
hear from you, Laverne.

I just
wanted to say thank you

for telling me
about that audition.

Uh, I decided to
try out after all,

and I got picked for the group.

Oh, my gosh!

That is such wonderful news.

Oh, I am so happy for you.

Nicole would be
so happy for you.

Wow, but I thought you said
you were tired of singing,

that you didn't... you
didn't wanna do it anymore.

Um, thought I'd give it a shot.

- Yeah.
- Owe it to myself, I guess.

Well, you did, and you do.

I'm so proud for you.

- Thanks.
- Here you go, honey.

Mm, there was something
I wanted to ask you.

Please.

I remember Nicole
saying to me one time

that you were in the
army back in the day.

Mm.

I was just wondering
what that was like

and how you felt
about it, all that.

Are you thinking about enlisting

in-in-in the military?

It's something I'm considering.

Hmm.

Well, I-I was, um, on
an ROTC scholarship

in college, which requires

four years of service
after graduation.

I served in the
intelligence branch.

And, uh, you know, for-for
me, the service, um, helped.

It taught me
discipline, commitment,

um, might have given me some
direction that I lacked.

But, you know, the-the army is
not for everyone, uh, Laverne.

It's a very conservative
institution,

uh, especially...

when it... when it
comes to c-certain, um,

societal issues.

But look, you're gonna
be a huge pop star,

so you're not gonna have
time for anything else.

Tell me... tell me about
the, uh... the group.

Mm, it's called Butta, with a A.

Ooh, Butta with an A.
I love it.

I'm gonna buy 20
copies of the record

just because of the name alone.

Butta.

- Yeah.
- Wow.

Wow! I'm so proud of you.

Thank you.

We ain't open yet.

Not here
for a drink, Lou.

Oh, shit.

It's Jess.

It's me.

Fame told me he was
working here a while ago.

Mm.

- I like it.
- No, you don't.

It ain't high-post
enough for you.

I'm still a Southside
Jamaica girl, Lou.

I won't ever change.

That Cali life look
good on you, though.

It never rains over there.

It feels like you're
always on vacation.

Shit, I could use a vacation.

You could do big things in LA.

Mm, and, what,

leave all this behind?

I heard about Crown.

Crown, yeah.

That nigga's dirt
finally caught up to him.

And they still don't
know who did it?

Crown was owing crazy
loot to a lot of people.

Anyway, I'm in
town for a minute,

just doing some label meetings.

Family doesn't
even know I'm here,

but I wanted to
stop by and see you.

Now you see me.

You know, I tell the
people I work with

about you all the time.

I'm always talking
about how talented

and smart you are,

how one day, we all gonna
be working for Lou Thomas.

Anyway, I gotta get going.

But I'll-I'll be back
in New York soon,

so maybe I'll come
through and see you.

Or don't.

That'd be OK too.

You know, one day, you're
gonna have to forgive yourself

for all this shit that
wasn't even your fault

in the first place.

I miss you.

Man, you got us out
here all day and night,

delivering shit.

You gotta make it
worth our while.

We need more money.

So the other
niggas sent you in here

to negotiate with me
for they fucking raises.

They know I'm about business.

I'm paying
y'all way more

than Paul was hitting you
off for his courier shit.

But Paul was only
working us nine to five

Monday to Friday.

You got us out here 24-7.

You making 24-7 money.

Ain't enough.

A'ight, I'll run some numbers.

I'll get back to y'all,
and I'll see what's good.

Word.

I'll let the crew know.

Everybody
always want something.

Shit never end.

You can't ever control
the money coming in.

You can only control
what's going out.

What the fuck you know
about it, Krystal?

My father owned a
health food store.

And before he bounced on us,

he was always telling
me this stuff.

What else your
father have to say?

If everyone
else going one way,

you go the other

'cause that's where
the opportunity is.

Where he get that shit, a
cereal box or something?

Hello.

Grandma, where are you?

I'm on the way.

It's my grandmother.

She at the hospital.

I gotta go. I'll
get at you later.

Well, you want me
to come with you?

Come on, Marvin,
sit, sit, sit, sit, sit, sit.

Here, try this on for size, huh?

Here, let me light it for you.

Yeah, there you
go. There you go.

Hey, so Tomasso

just booked a cruise
to the Bahamas

for him and Paulette.

So whatever you
said did the trick.

I just told him a good
woman's hard to find.

Hey, so's
a dismembered body.

Hey, Marvin, I owe you one.

And believe me, that's
great news for you.

You must be the grandson.

Yeah.

I'll let you two talk.

Thank you.

Grandma, what happened?

I fainted. It's no big deal.

Happens at my age.

They're gonna discharge
me in about an hour or so,

which is why I called you.

I could use a little
help getting home.

Yeah, of course.

Uh...

why-why did you faint, though?

This boy always asks
the right questions.

Your grandmother
has kidney cancer.

The treatment makes
me weak sometimes,

which is what happened today.

But I'm OK.

Like I said, they're
letting me go home.

Uh, do Mom and Uncle Marvin

and Uncle Lou know?

You're the only one in
the family who knows.

And I'd like to
keep it that way.

I don't want everyone
coming around,

making this about themselves

and all they problems
with they mother.

I'm asking you to
keep this to yourself.

I got you.

I know.

Louis,

you can't drive like this.

- I'm all right.
- You're not.

- I'm all right.
- You're not. You're not.

I'm not gonna let you
get behind that wheel.

You give me those
keys and let me drive

this shit into a fucking tree.

I'm not letting you do that.

Over here.

All right.

In we go.

All right, here's a step.

There we go.

All right.

Now got a step here.

That's it. That's it.

That's it.

So how are you feeling...

your feelings, that is?

How are your feelings feeling?

They fine.

I'm fine.

Your chart says that the
father is recently deceased.

I'm sure that makes for
some complicated emotions.

Well, the only thing
that makes it complicated

is conversations like this.

That kind of a loss, coupled
with a terminated pregnancy,

is a lot to grapple with.

Everybody loses
something every day...

time, money, people.

It all comes and goes.

And you can fight that
shit all you want,

cry about how it ain't fair,

but it ain't gonna change shit.

You expecting me
to kick and scream

about what I gave up here
and what I lost before,

but I don't do that.

That ain't me.

It ain't never gonna be me.

You spend time crying
about what you lost,

you never get shit.

And I'ma get mines.

You can be goddamn sure of that.

My feelings is good.

Nobody need to worry about them,

and nobody need
to worry about me.

I appreciate your time.

Now here we are,

back where the fuck we started.

See, you thought
you knew everything.

But turns out, you didn't,

'cause nobody know everything.

And it's better that way,

'cause if you knew everything,
you'd know too much.

You'd know how many
times you'd been lied to,

how many times you
done lied to yourself.

You'd know how many times
you came close to dying

and how many times you
almost made somebody die.

And knowing about
them lies and dying,

that ain't no
fucking way to live.

♪Casualties of war ♪

Not at all.

♪Casualties of war ♪

♪ As I approached
The barricade ♪

♪ Where's the enemy
Who do I invade ♪

♪ Bullets of Teflon
Bulletproof vest rip ♪

♪ Tear you out of your frame
With a bag full of clips ♪

♪ 'Cause I got a family
That waits for my return ♪

♪ To get back home
Is my main concern ♪

♪ I'ma gonna get back To
New York in one piece ♪

♪ But I'm bent in the sand ♪

♪ That is hot As
the city streets ♪

♪ Sky lights up Like
fireworks blind me ♪

♪ Bullets whistling
Over my head remind me ♪

♪ President Bush said attack ♪

♪ Flashback to 'Nam I
might not make it back ♪

♪ Missile hits the area ♪

♪ Screams wake me up
From a war of dreams ♪

♪ Heat up the M-16 ♪

♪ Basic training
Trained for torture ♪

♪ Take no prisoners
And I just caught ya ♪

♪ Addicted to murder
Send more body bags ♪

♪ They can't identify
them Leave the name tag ♪

♪ I get a rush
When I see blood ♪

♪ Dead bodies on the floor ♪

♪ Casualties of war ♪

♪ Casualties of war ♪

♪ Casualties of war ♪

♪ Casualties of war ♪

♪ Day divides the night
And night divides the day ♪

♪ It's all hard
work And no play ♪

♪ More than combat
It's far beyond that ♪

♪ Cause I got A
kill-or-be-killed ♪

♪ Kind of attack ♪

♪ Areas mapped out ♪

♪ There'll be no Stratego ♪

♪ Me and my platoon make a ♪