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Walk your punk ass over
there and talk to Andrea.

- Gonna sign up?
- Sign up for what?

The play.

Oh, shit, get under the bed.

I ain't getting under the bed.

If all you're gonna do is fuck

and get high up in here,

the least you can do is start
paying your mother some rent.

Coogie in jail.

I need you to give me a ride
down to the police station.

What were you doing on that
corner? You tried to rob him?

Testing to see if he was still alive.

Shoes are missing, you know? Necklace.

Jason, Jason.

I want to know who did this to my boy!

You say you his father,
then you need to act like it.

You need to find out who shot Jason.

Emmett Junior is your responsibility, too.

Just 'cause you named him
after me don't make him mine.

Says right there, you his father.

Fuck.

You killed my son?

Your son was dead when I
found him, man! He was dead!

You got the chain that I gave him!

Take the chain, man. Take...

What's up, baby? I'm walking into work.

Brandon, it's Coogie.

You were supposed to be watching him.

That's what brothers do, Brandon.

Little man, I'll give
you whatever you want.

Just show me who killed my brother.

- Oh, you like that, huh?
- No...

Now that's what you been
lookin' at instead of me?

No, I haven't.

Bitch, what the fuck you lookin' at?

Them cheap-ass shoes.

Bitch, you need to get
the fuck up outta my face,

'cause you don't know me like that.

Oh, I know you gonna get your ass beat.

- Keep lookin' at my man...
- Bitch, back the fuck up!

- Back the fuck up.
- Now that's what you want?

Is that what you want? Ho-assed bitch.

Damn, Kiesha.

That bitch was lookin' at me.
The fuck I'm supposed to do?

How 'bout you look away?

Come on, now. Don't...
don't do me like that.

Come here.

No, you ain't say sorry yet.

I'm sorry.

Emmett, I'm ready to go.

Let me make it up to you.

Shit.

Really, Emmett?

What? He ain't gonna
remember any of this shit.

He don't even know what's going on.

You lame as hell.

We can go into another room.
We can go into another room.

- No, this ain't me.
- We can go into another room.

Kiesha... Fuck!

Keisha! Keisha!

- Man, come on.
- Leave me the fuck alone.

Man, you trippin'.

Damn.

What's up?

Triflin'.

- Yo, what's good?
- What's up, bro?

I'm gonna swing through this party tonight.

You should come.

Nah, I'm good, man.

I gotta get home to Jerrika.

You know, I got a lot of
shit going on right now.

How you doin'?

Supposed to go over to my mom's house

and help her clean all
Coogie's shit out the room,

but, like... I don't
know, it's just tough, bro.

You know, she's blaming
me for this shit still.

Shit, man. I'm sorry.

She hearing voices and fucking...

Yo, why don't you roll
with me tonight, man?

Get your mind off stuff.

No, I'm good, bro.

Something up?

Talk to me, bro.

Brandon.

I think I know who killed my brother.

Shit. For real?

Yo, what the fuck we gonna do then?

I don't know what to do, Luis.

- You got a piece?
- Nah, man, I'm...

I ain't trying to kill nobody.

You're gonna need one.

Whatever you wanna do, I
got your back, all right?

Thank you, bro.

Fuck.

I miss him.

Me too.

I'm glad you're here, Ronnie.

Here you go.

No, I'm good.

Oh, okay. More for me.

That Jason's stuff?

Yeah.

His phone is missing, though.

The detective said it
wasn't in the inventory.

I wanted it back for
the pictures, you know?

I wanted you to have this.

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Where you been?

You said you were on
your way home hours ago.

I went to hang with Luis.

Well, while you were hangin' with Luis,

I watched two episodes of Fixer Upper.

Even put this on for you.

Oh, so you don't want none?

Okay. Don't be waking me up
in the middle of the night.

- I got work tomorrow.
- Why you acting like that?

- Come here.
- No! You missed your chance.

Why you trippin'?

'Cause you'd rather be
hanging out with Luis.

Uh-uh.

I actually went by the
store were Coogie was shot.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Mornin'.

Cream, two sugars.

Oh, thank you.

That was, um, nice last night.

Yeah?

Now I gotta go to work.

Hey listen, why don't you stop at the store

and pick up something good?

Some ribeyes, crab legs
or something, you know?

I'll cook tonight.

- Okay.
- Okay?

Oh, and grab a bottle of wine, too.

- Yeah?
- Pinot.

You remembered.

No, I just... I never forgot.

I'm about to be late. Let's go.

Was chattin' up this girl
too. She looked good as a mug.

Called me "little man," said
I had mad charm and whatnot.

Bullshit. Trice didn't
pay to watch his whip.

Man, why you always hatin'?
What he give me this for then?

100 bucks? What'd he drive?

Rimmed-up G Wagon.

My brother roll with him in it sometimes.

Man, you saw that on his Gram

when he was talkin' up
that Lawndale shooting.

Bro, my brother Reg
was there for that shit.

I ain't gotta check his socials.

Okay then, what your brother
say about the shooting?

Nothing. What the fuck would I ask him for?

He roll with Trice.

Maybe they know what the
kid did to get blasted.

Look, we ain't asking
to say shit, all right?

If anything, that dude saw me.

I'm the one he comin' for.

What y'all whispering about?

None of your business, Andrea.

You coming to play rehearsal?

- That's tonight?
- Yeah.

Wednesday and Thursday, too. I texted you.

Yo, remember we was gonna play 2K?

- Oh, yeah.
- Papa says

he gonna posterize you.

Ain't nothin' stopping y'all,
but we got play rehearsal.

- Ain't that right, Kevin?
- Forget her. Go, us.

Yeah.

Yeah, right. Have fun with the munchkins.

You think Kev hitting that?

Better be or at least get
a good peek at her titties

with all that Wiz
bullshit she got him doing.

Excuse me.

Watch where you walking, fat boy.

- Hey, who you...
- Chill.

You don't want none of that.

My bad. Peace.

- Bitch callin' me fat?
- That's Andrea's cousin.

- For real?
- Yep.

Dang.

Okay, I got two dead kids,
both outside the stash house.

One was Jason Roxboro, a basketball star.

Yeah, he was second team all-city.

- What about this other kid?
- Coogie Johnson.

He was shot in front of Snacks
& Liquor corner store,

so it's technically not the stash house.

Don't play word games with me, Detective.

The shit started there.

I'm just point out the facts, Sergeant.

Okay, who shot this Coogie kid?

Easy. One of Jason's crew.

This kid was a basketball star.
Okay, he was a good student.

- He didn't have a crew.
- It was asshole versus asshole.

- It's simple one-on-one.
- Are you serious, man?

Yeah, I am.

You two handle your shit
and work this together.

What?

What does Wallace have going
on with the stash house?

That's need-to-know
intel. I'm late.

Ma!

Ma!

Bang one more time, son,
we gonna have a problem.

My mom told me to come give her a hand.

Well, it better be to fix
that leak like she promised.

I told her I'd come up
there and fix it myself,

but you know how she get.

Yeah, I know.

She fix that, I'll pay the rent.

I mean, I don't mean to be like that,

you know, considering
all y'all been through,

but it ain't right, man, I gotta have water

coming down my wall.

We'll get it taken care of, Delray.

Well, she ain't there, down at Royal's.

- Mm-hmm.
- Like usual.

Hey,

you tell her I told you
we gonna have problems.

You blessed.

Mom.

I went by the house.

I thought you needed
help with Coogie's stuff.

I changed my shift and everything.

Well, I changed my mind.
I'm not going over there now.

Yo, this the smart one, Laverne?

Sometimes.

What's a four-letter word
for "away from the wind"?

I know you ain't talking to me.

What'd you just say to me, boy?

Did I stutter? I hear you living

up in her house, eating
her food and all that,

and you can't even go to her son's funeral?

I don't do funerals.

They're depressing.

Wow.

Look, Mom, why don't you just
come to the house with me?

I'll make you some food. You can relax.

Brandon, I'm not going, all right?

Shit. Here, just take 'em.

You go on over there, okay?

Got some flowers that need to be taken out.

Why won't you just come
to the house with me?

- She said she was good.
- Did I ask you?

No, but you sound like you
askin' for a ass-whoopin'.

Man, what's up?

Are y'all done pumping up your chests?

Now I'm tired.

You get on out of here, and you just get me

a fucking drink, all right?

- Laverne.
- Just get me a drink.

You know what?

You need to go and sit your old ass down.

Y'all have a nice day.

Four-letter word, Lucius? Come on.

"Away from the wind."

One of you motherfuckers
gotta know this shit.

Hey, hey.

Are we gonna have a problem working this?

'Cause you can ask off, you know.

I'm not... I'm not asking off.

Okay, you talk to the brother?

Not yet. Why?

Maybe the brother knows what
Coogie was doing up there.

Yeah, what do you got
going on at the stash house?

Nothing you need to
worry about, as it relates

to the Gang Task Force,
which you aren't a part of.

It's just... just interesting
why Jason would be there, too.

Maybe he was feeding that
dog with your Coogie kid,

jerking each other off.

Is this funny to you?

Five years on Gang. I see
this shit all the time.

Eight-year-olds shooting
each other up over grape pop.

- This ain't that.
- And it's not gonna fuck up

the work that I put in the stash house.

- What if it does?
- It's not gonna,

'cause I'm not gonna let it. Okay.

Hey, Cruz.

Did you play softball?

Uh, not in a while, no.

- But you got a glove, right?
- Yeah.

My third baseman blew his knee out.

We need someone for this
game against the smoke-eaters.

- You in?
- Oh, yeah, no.

Oh, come on, we have a
little barbecue after.

You in?

I could do left field.

Okay. Left field it is, Cruzer.

- See you this weekend.
- I can't wait.

What she doing now?

She doesn't want to take her pills,

and she just threw a diaper at my head.

A full diaper.

Sorry.

The woman is working my last nerve.

Accusing me of stealing from her.

No, she... she don't... She
don't mean nothing by it.

Look, I'll... I'll try
to talk to her again.

Listen, if she wants to stay here,

she gonna have to make an effort.

That means keeping up on her
meds, her physical therapy.

She gonna need help
with that, help from you.

- And not just when I come by.
- Okay, I mean, I'll try.

No, you gotta do better than try.

End of the month, I gotta
write a report on her progress.

Now if her behavior does not improve,

I will recommend she
be moved to a facility,

and you don't want that. Trust me.

Y'all done talkin' shit about me?

Don't forget your warfarin
and your magnesium.

I do just fine with my One A Day.

Remember what I said.

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You gonna be nice to Jada?

You run her off, there won't be another.

Bitch is stealing from me.

Last week it was my AA batteries.

The ones I use in my remote.

This mornin' I had a
whole Stouffer's lasagna

out on the counter, and now it's gone.

Go on, take her side.

I see the way you look at her.

She ain't gonna get with you.

That type want a man with a job,

and you ain't had one
since God-knows-when.

I ain't trying to get with her.

She's here to help you.
You need to let her.

Or she'll send your ass to a home.

I ain't going to no home!

I'm gonna stay in my own
house, eat my own food,

and watch my judges whenever I want.

Okay, okay, okay.

Come on, Grandma. Hmm?

Getting yourself worked up now.

You just need to be nice to her then, okay?

Sit back, relax, okay?

Gimme that.

You still looking good.

What you after in there?

Gettin' one of my dress shirts.

What you got your dress-up clothes for?

Going to Tracy's for dinner.

That heifer must got diamonds in her pussy,

'cause every time I look up,
you trying to get a piece.

Grandma, don't talk about her like that.

This is my house! I say
whatever the fuck I want.

She's stringing you along, Ronald.

No, it ain't that. She needs me.

Better not go over
there empty-handed then.

Oh, don't worry, I won't.

Good. Then hand me my remote.

It's time for my Judy.

- Thank you.
- Come here, Grandma.

Oh, go on with yourself.

Go get a job, damn it.

Kissin' all over me like you a rich man.

Grandma loves you.

What was that?

Boy, you heard what I
said. Now go on and get.

_

Oh, you wanna play, huh?

Oh, we gonna have to
limit your screen time.

You know, I still feel bad

sitting you in front of
that TV set all them years.

What? I turned out fine.

Jury's still out on that one.

You want some Cheerios?

Come on, let's get you some Cheerios.

- All right, you two have fun.
- Hold up. Where you going?

I gotta mail these off, then I got work.

And what about your son?

- He's staying here.
- Says who?

I gotta work. Can you please help me out?

Emmett, I wasn't playing
when I said babysitting

is in my rearview.

Then what am I supposed to do?

I don't know. Pull out next time.

Yeah, I got it.

- Ya'll have a good day.
- Are you serious?

I'm serious.

Hey, stop crying, man. Stop that.

All right, I got 'em.

Aren't you off today?

I was, but I picked up a extra shift.

I have a client coming in.

Dan was supposed to help, but he's late.

Who's the client?

Big wedding. Two hundred plates at least.

That should be good, right?

Pays the bills.

I might need some help with it, actually.

Good way to get more hours
when you're not on the line.

Plus, you get to see some dope houses.

Okay.

Last year we catered this birthday party.

I think he played for the Bulls.

Uh, what... what player?

Um, I don't really follow basketball,

but he was tall.

That figures. I'll ask chef.

- Okay.
- Ask me what?

You're late.

This fucking asshole in a Prius cut me off.

- Almost killed me.
- Are you okay?

- I'm fine.
- Good.

I need those tasting
menus in, like, 20 minutes.

Shit. Okay, let me put my shit down.

- Rock and roll.
- Heard that.

Hey, Chef, you gotta check this out.

What's that?

It's a new dish I've been working on.

It's a spin off that thing you
did with the conch fritters,

but just with crab and ancho.

- Fucking good.
- Uh-huh.

- I'm stealing that.
- It's all yours, Chef.

Hey, you want me to wait for you?

- No, I'm good.
- All right.

What if that dude's looking for you?

I'll just take the back way.

Besides I get to walk Andrea home.

Damn, she got you pussy-whipped,

and she hasn't even given it up yet.

She will, bro, chill. Oh, fuck.

What the fuck...

You better not be talking about my cousin.

No, it ain't... It ain't even like that.

Good, 'cause we Jehovah's Witnesses.

And you wanna be knocking
on my door or something?

No, dummy, so Andrea can't be nobody's ho.

He don't even like her... No m... no more.

I was talking to the pretty one, not you.

- You hear me?
- Yeah, but I...

You heard me.

Hey, you good, Kev?

Messed up my arm, bro.

Dang, how I'm gon' play 2K?

You're late, and this ain't a nursery.

Come on, Sonny, I know. My mom was supposed

to watch him but she won't,
and I can't find anybody else.

Well, I'm giving you the day off

so you can go fix your shit.

Come on, Sonny, I need that money.

I can put him in your office or something.

No, my office ain't no place for no baby.

Take the day and handle
your business like a man.

Go on.

Hold on.

Come here, son.

What's your name, son?

- Emmett.
- Emmett. Emmett what?

Washington.

Emmett Washington.

Well, Emmett, I'm Quentin Dickinson.

Folks call me Q.

That's a handsome little man.

Emmett was just leaving.

What's that for?

You gonna get yourself a sitter, son.

So you can get back to work.

I respect a young man who
wants to better himself.

Like I respect a man
who looks after his own.

He don't need that, Q.

Hey, he's trying to be a
man of consequence, Sonny.

And we need a lot more of that around here.

Go on, son. Take the solid.

Thank you.

Um, I can... I can pay you this back.

No hurry.

But if you spend that on nonsense,

we're gonna have a problem, you hear?

Yes, sir. I won't.

- All right.
- Thank you.

Sonny.

Still waiting on that two-piece, bro.

You know, Mom was never this slow.

Shouldn't have taken that money, son.

Why not? Is that your brother?

Yeah. Too late now.

Do like he says. Try Miss Tiny's Daycare.

You know Ida Brown's I have you deliver to?

The red brick house,
two doors down from that.

- All right.
- All right, get him outta here.

So you and Tracy a thing now, huh?

I don't know. She making me dinner tonight.

Oh, for real? What she making you?

Ribeyes, wine.

Gave my ass a shopping list.

Shit, shoppin'?

Shit I don't got money for.

She know your ass a bum though, right?

I don't wanna mess this up again.

Why don't you get one of them payday loans.

- 'Cause it's a payday loan.
- Yes.

Which means you gots to
have a job, young fella,

to get that advance, and
then they gonna hit you

with a big ass interest rate.

Shit, your dumb ass might as
well just give 'em the money.

Plus we already know who own that shit.

Who's that?

Fuckin' Chinese, man.

Yo, so how you get
back up in that, though, bro?

Took care of shit for her.

Fuck that mean?

I'm just saying, bro, like...

Hey, come on, man.

You know we heard some shit, bro.

What'd you hear?

I mean, nothing really. Just...

Bro, you good, man. Chill out.

You good.

You're good, yo. Chill.

Chill out, man.

That's right, 'cause there
ain't nothing to hear.

What about the piece I sent
you with last week, though?

You know Meldrick always
looking for one of them pieces.

I ain't fuck with Meldrick no more.

You're looking for money, ain't you?

I ain't got a piece.

All right, bro.

This nigga, man.

Uh, hey, Miss... Miss Tiny?

- Do I know you?
- Sonny said you could help me.

You just gonna give your
baby over to a stranger, huh?

No, I meant... I have money to pay you.

I'm full up today, baby.

Oh, please, I need to make sure
my baby's taken care of proper.

Like... like he's with
his mother, you know?

- Where is his mama?
- I don't know,

which is... which is why I need your help.

Please, you got some...
You got some room in there?

You can save your charm, boy.

I got a house full of kids
from men just like you.

I could put you on a waiting list.

- Wait list?
- Two months.

Two months?

Depends on what days you need.

I need someone now so I don't lose my job.

I hear you, baby. I
gotta get back to my job.

- Two months, all right?
- Damn.

- Sorry, man.
- Thank you.

Come back.

Tiff, I'm not playing with
you. Answer the fucking phone!

God damn.

She got me out here looking crazy.

Didn't even ask me if I want the baby.

Oh!

I can't do this shit.

Babies crying and shit.

I'm sad, too.

Fuck.

Gonna lose my fucking
job over this shit, man.

Fuck this, man.

Fuck!

What the fuck am I doing?

Come here, man, come here.

I got you. I got you.

I ain't gonna never leave you.

I will never leave you, man.

You hear me? Hmm?

Hey, buddy.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- How was work?
- Uh, it was good.

Busy. How 'bout you?

- It was fine.
- I missed you.

I need to know you're not gonna
do something stupid, Brandon.

I'm serious.

You've been going by that
corner store every night.

You're not sleeping. I just...

I really need to know
you're not gonna try to do

some stupid-ass hood shit.

Come on, baby, we can
just go to the police.

Really?

The police ain't gonna do shit.

And neither are you, 'cause
you're gonna promise me.

- Promise me!
- Okay, I promise!

I promise. I'm not gonna do nothing.

I'm just sitting here looking at pictures

because I miss him.

- I'm thinkin' about him.
- I know.

I can't stop thinkin' about him.

- I'm here, Brandon.
- I miss him.

Great. That's great.

Alderman Martinez.

Q.

Still holding the finchas, I see.

Yeah, I... give me one
quick second, Wilson, okay?

- Sure.
- Hey.

Um, so you... You back-back or...?

Eh, it depends.

Listen, I, uh, brought you
a little souvenir back, too.

It's a cone snail shell.

This what you been doing in Cuba?

You know, I walk the beaches and I think.

Met this other old man who
collects those for the tourists.

- Says that one's rare.
- Hmm.

It's got this little harpoon
on the end filled with venom.

You know, the joke is if you
get stung by one of those,

you got just about enough
time to smoke a cigarette.

How long do you think that is?

Five, ten minutes.

Hmm.

More time than most folks
get to think about the end.

I wanted to thank you very much
for your generous contribution.

Yeah, it was the least I can do.

I like to keep a hand in things.

What can I do for you?

That kid that got shot.

- Which one?
- Jason.

You know, the basketball player.

What can you tell me?

It's a tragedy.

His mother's good people, too.

Yeah. Yeah, she is.

You know, I'd really like
to know what happened.

So do me a favor and, uh, put
the word out for me, will you?

Yes, of course, anything that comes in,

I'll be sure to get a
hold of you right away.

All right. Appreciate you.

Thank you.

Take care.

Hey yo, little man.

I need to talk to you a minute!

Hold up!

I just want to talk to you a minute!

Come on, man!

Hey, Kevin!

Where the fuck you think you going?

I was talking to you.

Maisha, please, please.

Listen...

I wanna apologize for today.

It wasn't Christian of me,

the way I talked down to you.

- All right.
- I see it now.

You got them eyes.

You like my hair?

My mom's friend did it. She
said my hair's like silk.

Yeah, it's nice.

Now don't you run and
tell anybody about this.

Maybe next time we can do more.

Damn.

- Hey.
- Hey, what's up?

Um, there's a police detective out back.

Says he needs to talk to you.

It's probably just about my brother.

Go ahead.

Thank you.

- Hey, Brandon.
- What's going on?

How's your mom doing?

The best she can, I guess.

Come on, take a walk with me.

So you get the guys who
shot my brother or what?

No.

You know, on a case like this, uh,

you need a witness to come forward.

Was your brother in... In anything

that might have caused his demise?

Like what?

What's he doing standing
there over a kid's body?

I-I didn't know he was
even there to begin with.

- Detective, I don't...
- Hey, hey, whoa.

Sorry, man, I... I didn't mean it that way.

He... he's just a goofy
kid, you know what I mean?

I don't... I don't know what he was doing.

I know.

Told me I should buy some Tims.

I-I went and got 'em.

Is that why you here, Detective?

To show me your shoes?

No, I just wanted to...

tie up some loose ends, you know?

- But I'll...
- Yeah.

- I'll be in touch.
- Sure.

You have a nice day, Detective.

What the fuck are you doing?

I come here to take my coffee break.

Scenic as fuck. That the brother?

What does this have to do with your thing?

We've been over this, okay?

Just making sure we don't cross swords.

I already told you,

this Coogie kid didn't kill Jason Roxboro.

It don't matter.

They'll eventually kill
who needs to be killed,

and then we file the paperwork.

- Fuck.
- Oh, fuck.

Sorry.

I gotta go.

See you at the game, Cruzer.

- Kevin...
- I got it, Mom!

What you want?

I need to holler at you right quick.

- Why you got a bat?
- It's for protection.

Protection from what, Kevin?

From that joker that killed your brother.

What? What are you talking about?

He saw me today.

Ran after me like he was gonna kill me.

Hey, look, I ain't trying
to put you in a situation.

Look, the only reason I told you this shit,

'cause I thought you's gonna handle it.

So handle your business, nigga.

What I told you about using that word?

You gonna kill this motherfucker or not?

You sure it's even the right dude?

Yes, I'm sure it's the right dude.

I got you.

- Do you?
- Kevin?

- And you are?
- How you doing?

I'm Brandon, I just came
to bring him his bat.

He left down at the,
uh... At the playground.

So I was just, you know,
coming to return it.

- Okay.
- All right.

Um, get that homework, dude.

How old is he, Kevin?

Um, I don't know. Only returning my bat.

I'm watching you.

Meldrick here?

Wanna see a spider?

Do you see it?

Hey. Girl, go on and get outta here

before I kill that spider
the rest of the way.

You a sassy freak, huh?

Hey, man, what's up?

Shhh.

What?

Feeling your thoughts, motherfucker.

You wanna sell me something, Ronnie?

Any bodies on it?

- No.
- Hmm.

- How much?
- Three.

Three? Let me feel that shit.

Is it loaded?

Oh, chill, man.

I told you I could feel your thoughts.

No.

Two fifty.

Okay.

See what I got here.

I know what you think I said.

Take these two.

You can have some of that
pussy in there if you'd like.

Oh, but if she start
talking that spider shit,

look out, brother.

Nah, we good with this.

Whoo!

He finally went to sleep.

Kiesha came by looking for you.

Hard day, huh?

I'm sorry.

Sorry for what?

I don't know.

You don't know?

I'm sorry for everything.

Emmett.

I just want you to do better.

- I'm trying.
- I see that.

But it's not all about you anymore.

Can't be.

I know.

- Lay here?
- Yeah.

Yeah, Luis.

You know that little thing we talked about?

Yeah, let's get that gun.

Naw, man, we ain't doing this.

Where you going?

Shopping?

Going to Tracy's for dinner. All right?

What you want, man?

What you know about that
kid that got shot on 77th?

Coogie Johnson.

Nothin'. Why?

Looks like it was payback
for your son Jason's murder.

Well, I don't know shit about it.

I told you I had a kid in custody,

and then he showed up dead the next day.

Here's the thing.

This Coogie kid,

he didn't shoot your boy.

I thought you might want to know that.

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