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[funky hip-hop beat layers in]

[D-Mac] Previously on Force...

-No! Leon!
-Look, Gianna, I-I'm sorry.

Get the fuck outta my house.

[grunting]

-When you gonna handle D-Mac?
-We go after that kid right now,

and Tommy gon' blow
all this shit up.

Fuck Tommy! I really need
to pull off a boss move

that's gonna show these niggas
that I deserve to be back in.

I was told you're
the best hitter.

-Who's the target?
-Tommy fuckin' Egan.

Miguel, have you lost
your fuckin' mind?

-You cannot keep me here.
-Fuck yeah, I can.

[in Spanish]

You're not my fuckin' sister.

[Chan] You and Ortega
are business partners

until I tell you otherwise.

Wait. Can you
guarantee me protection?

Tommy and CBI are taking over
the Viagra Triangle.

Those clubs belong to me.

Your luck's running out,
Claudia.

Look at this as your last chance
to buy some more time.

You gonna tell the feds
everything I want them to know,

and you gonna get everything
from them that I wanna know.

Our office is beginning
the vetting process.

-What about Bobby?
-Bobby's good.

-[man] You've been served.
-[Stacy] Divorce papers.

[Donna] We are all excited
that you have decided

to run for mayor, Stacy.

All right, Rae.

Let's schedule
this press conference

so that we can
formally announce.

Yes, ma'am.

Who's that girl? Rae?

-I'm Rae Thompson.
-I'm Jayson.

[gunfire]

-I'm okay.
-[Tommy] Find that shooter.

Ortega! I got your shooter.

That hit from Marquez?

Has been motherfuckin' handled.

They're the cartel.

They're gonna come after
all of us!

[in Spanish]

Look man, it was a problem.
It was dealt with.

No money loss. We good.

[man 1] Chavo!
Watch out! Watch out!

[man 2] That's for Mateo,
motherfucker.

[engine starts]

["Power, Powder, Respect"
by 50 Cent playing]

♪ Tougher than a Teflon
All that dope I stepped on ♪

♪ Re-up, get the rest gone ♪

♪ Been that nigga
What else you want? ♪

♪ If you want
Power, powder, respect ♪

♪ Mm-mm ♪

♪ I want that money
And power and powder ♪

[sultry female vocalizations]

♪ Money and powder and power ♪

♪ Money and powder and power ♪

♪ Money and powder and power ♪

♪ The paper got paper, paper
Yeah, I gotta stack that ♪

♪ Them diamonds
Keep blinkin', blinkin' ♪

♪ We might have to jack that ♪

♪ Now, boy, when
That blicky-blicky come out ♪

♪ You get clapped fast ♪

♪ Draw down
With the lil' jawn ♪

♪ I'm at you like pat-pat ♪

♪ Come back
When them cameras out ♪

♪ 'Round your block
We'll kick that ♪

♪ Come back when your funeral
In progress ♪

♪ And hit that ♪

♪ Hit you back-to-back ♪

♪ Your bitch ass
Won't even hit back ♪

♪ You'll be splashin'
In fashion ♪

♪ Nigga, you can
Check the drip ♪

♪ Catch you slippin'
We slidin' ♪

♪ You niggas
On some different shit ♪

♪ We hit the licks
We with the shit ♪

♪ Shh, when you get hit ♪

♪ Quiet down
No need for the talkin' ♪

♪ The fuck is that about? ♪

♪ Tougher than a Teflon
All that dope I stepped on ♪

♪ Re-up, get the rest gone ♪

♪ Been that nigga
What else you want? ♪

♪ If you want,
Power, powder, respect ♪

♪ Mm-mm ♪

♪ I want that money and power
And powder ♪

[sultry female vocalizations]

♪ Money and powder and power ♪

♪ Money and powder and power ♪

♪ Money and powder and power ♪

[song fades]

[engine idles, turns off]

[car alarm system beeps]

[insects buzzing]

[ominous music playing]

[Diamond] What the fuck?

[gags]

Fuck. Chavo.

Fuckin' Tommy.

Fuckers.

Oof. Motherfucker.

That was Ortega's move,
for sure.

Yeah, payback for Mateo,
loud and clear.

You know the DSDs
is gonna want blood.

Yeah, and we got some
damage control to do.

Chavo's our biggest earner
on the Northwest Side.

It ain't nothin'
we can't handle.

You know what?

Why don't you hit up the DSDs?

Just let 'em know that CBI
got they back, a hundred.

We keep the coalition strong.

Let 'em know we got them,
whatever they need.

Let me reach out to Izzy.
I'll get shit in order.

And I'll have him meet us here
in an hour.

Hour? All right.
I'll be back here then.

[cell phone vibrates]

[dramatic music playing]

Goddamn, you look good
in the morning.

-How I got so lucky?
-Just the morning?

All the time, baby.

Mmm.

-[moans softly]
-[Mireya sighs]

[dramatic music playing]

Two guns?

That's actually for you.

-Oh, really?
-Yeah, really.

Something else happen?

I'm just taking
the proper precautions.

Streets is a little heated
right now, that's all.

Mm.

Actually, Mireya, I'ma need you

to carry that with you
wherever you go.

Just for a little while.

I mean, we doubled up security,
but...

until shit's settled down,
I don't think

you should go nowhere
but work and here.

Is that all right?

-I know the deal.
-Okay.

And I have shifts
for the next three days,

so it should be easy.

Oh, shit.

Well, don't let 'em
work you too hard.

[sighs]

Fuck, I don't wanna go.
I gotta get back out there.

I love you.

I love you too.

[dramatic music playing]

[mellow R&B music
playing faintly nearby]

[door closes]

[sighs]

[shower turning on,
water running]

[dramatic music playing]

[shower turns off]

Oh! You scared me.

I figured you'd be gone by now.

Not a chance.

Just, uh, hydrating
before we get back in bed.

Oh, no.

I have to go to work.

Right.

What about that dinner?

I'd feel terrible if the only
meal we ever shared

was some mediocre fries
and a grilled cheese.

I got the hookup
at the West Loop.

Name any spot,
I can get us in.

I can't. [laughs nervously]
Honestly.

You're just... not really my
type beyond a one-night thing.

Thanks, though.

[scoffs softly]

Those motherfuckers
tore shit up.

Now we gotta hit
them punetas back.

Hard!

So wait, they ain't take
no product?

There was nothing
to take, blanquito.

We keep all our shit off site.

Don't worry, you're still gonna
get fuckin' paid

if that's what
you worried about.

Whoa, whoa.

Nah, Iz, that's not why we asked
you to come by, man.

We wanted to make sure
you know that CBI

and the coalition
got your back,

and we'll do anything
to get you rebuilt.

You wanna do right by the DSDs?

Slice off Ortega's

little Mexican huevo
for being un mama bicho!

I feel you, but Ortega is
in solitary right now, so we--

[Tommy] We might be able
to make somethin' happen.

Between me and Diamond,

we got the resources
to reach Ortega.

[Izzy] Good. 'Cause if not,

me and the rest of the crew
will start poppin' off

every motherfuckin' Marquez
that we see.

Ha. Now as much as I like
the sound of that...

[tense music playing]

...take this first. All right?

This from CBI to the DSDs

and all y'all families.

Let 'em know
that payback comin' soon.

Just keep your phone on.

Let us handle Ortega.
And Izzy?

They come for one of us,
they come for all of us.

I'll be waitin'.

♪ ♪

[door closes]

Relax. I just told Izzy
what he needed to hear

to keep the DSDs quiet while
we figure out our next move.

Man, bullshit.

You thinkin' of ways to get
to Ortega as we speak.

Yeah, I am.

And why the fuck ain't you?

That's the question.

I mean, we both know Ortega

ain't gonna stop
comin' back at us

unless we make that motherfucker
feel some pain.

Look, I'm trying to keep CBI
from making any more promises

that we can't keep,

because here we are.

And we're lucky the DSDs
didn't lose

all they product in that hit

or... fuck, we'd be more fucked.

[Tommy] Yeah, you right.

They damn sure
ain't gonna be able

to move weight
like they could before.

Who's the next biggest gang
we got in the area?

That'd be the United Kings,
over in Brighton Park.

Cynthia?

The one and only.

Oh my gosh!

[laughing]

Oh.

You look so good.

When'd you get here?

[in Spanish]

[in English] Ah.

And he told me about
your new man, El Guero.

-Tommy?
-[chuckling]

Hmm?

[in Spanish]

[in English]
Don't worry, Mireya.

I'm not gonna judge you
for who you're sleeping with.

I'm just surprised you let
a drug dealer in those pants.

He must really have
the goods, huh?

[laughs] I don't know. I guess
he finally made me realize

it's not the job
that defines the man.

[Cynthia] Hola, papi.

-Mireya.
-Ay.

[in Spanish]

Ay.

Flaca...

[in Spanish]

[in English] Tell El Guero
I can't wait to meet him.

I invited you here,

so I could apologize
for my actions.

For everything.

What I did, it, um...

it was an overreaction.

That wasn't just
an overreaction, Miguel.

[in Spanish]

[in English]
Yeah, well, if you hadn't-

If I hadn't what?

-Huh?
-[quietly] Shit.

Look, it was just too much,
Yeya, okay?

I had just lost Ama

and then I find out
about you and Tommy.

That shit pushed me
over the edge.

I couldn't see a fuckin' thing.

[in Spanish]

[dramatic music playing]

[in English] All I can think
about is if you left me,

I'd have no family.

Mireya?

Por favor?

I did the only thing

that made sense to me, Yeya.

Miguelito.

Just because I'm with Tommy,

that doesn't mean I'd cut you
out of my life, okay?

I love you.

You're my brother. Okay?

But I also love Tommy.

[in Spanish]

[in English] Please.

[sighs]

I forgive you.

[pig grunting]

[Mireya gasps] What the hell?

[in Spanish]

[in English] I named her
Big Bertha. Huh, mamas?

Doesn't she look like she'd be
Tio Raffa's daughter?

-Yes!
-[both laugh]

That's my pretty girl!

She's Miguel's baby,

and Miguel will break
a motherfucker's hands

if he fucks wit' you.

Yes. Yes, he will.
With your cute little nose.

Yes, he will.

[whispers]
This is the fucking worst.

[tense, ominous music playing]

Hey, white devil bitch.

The moment your cona bodyguard
isn't here to protect you,

I'm gon' finish you off.

If you couldn't get
the job done

with my back turned,

there's no fuckin' way
you'll get it done

with me
staring you in the eyes.

Come for me, bitch.

I'm ready.

[Vic] You know what?
Giving the Albanians my bar,

that's not a good look for me,
Tommy.

It's causing a problem
with my guys.

And?

Toughen up, buttercup.

It was a business move.

And I don't wanna hear shit
out your rotten mouth

if it don't have something to do
with that, what's her name?

That fed bitch, Marks.
The one who wanna be mayor.

You understand?

Well, it's harder
than you think.

I don't give a fuck
how hard it is, Victor.

Figure it out. Make it happen.

Because when I can't
use you no more,

you done.

Like done done.

[singsong] Done-done-done.

You understand?

Tick-fuckin'-tock, Vic.

Hey, get the fuck outta my face.

I got important shit
I gotta do right now.

[tense music playing]

Goddamn, D.

This mean we gettin' ready
to go to war or what?

Not yet.

But between Tommy and Ortega,

this shit can pop off
at any second.

And I don't want you, me, or
the fellas to end up like Chavo.

All right. I'ma be real,

this whole Ortega situation
got trainwreck

written all over it, bro.

Yeah, it sure does.
And if that train does wreck,

we gon' need Kilo and the RDs
on our side, a hundred percent.

And that's why we need
to handle D-Mac today.

Uh, yeah. That's, uh...

that's a problem, D.

We take out D-Mac right now,

after that Chavo hit,

and it won't just be Tommy
on our ass, bro.

It's gonna be
our own niggas too.

They gon' be on our ass, D.

So I say we just hold off
on that shit,

till this Marquez situation
is dealt with.

We don't have that much time.

[gun cocks]

Now I already know
what to do.

We gon' have D-Mac
knock over the Nine-Sevens.

[scoffs] The Nine-Sevens?

Nigga, you talkin' 'bout them
crazy motherfuckers from Austin?

Yeah, nah.

-I don't see the fix, D.
-[Diamond] Hear me out.

Nobody fucks
with the Nine-Sevens

because they got cops protectin'
their organization, right?

No. Nobody fucks
with them Nine-Sevens

because they're crazier than
a motherfucker, like I said.

And that's my point.

But now that shit's
poppin' off...

A hit on them make it look like
niggas gettin' desperate.

-You right.
-Exactly.

So all you gotta do
is sell it to D-Mac

that a hit on
the Nine-Sevens is nothing

but a retaliation plan
or some shit.

Then we put a call
into the Nine-Sevens,

let 'em know the hit
is happening.

D-Mac tries to hit,
he gets bodied.

-Hm.
-We keep the coalition tight,

Kilo, RDs all included.

Goddamn, nigga,
this shit might work.

Look at you.
Hey, you hittin' a new stride.

I'm proud of you, nigga.

Now, no one can sell this
to D-Mac like you.

You just gotta let him know
that none of this shit

comes back on CBI
or us, ever.

I got you.

I got you.

[gun cocks]

[door lock buzzes]

[indistinct yelling in distance]

Uh, you stay here.

What's going on?

[tense music playing]

Keep moving, or I will have
your ass in solitary.

I'll be right outside the door
if you need me.

What the fuck do I need to do
to make this right?

Make it quick.

-[phone line ringing]
-[Chan] Claudia.

-Who is this?
-Don't play games, Ms. Flynn.

We know you've been working

with Tommy Egan
and the Viagra Triangle.

Mr. Ortega
does not appreciate this,

so he's pulled
your protection.

-Have a nice day.
-No, no, no. You can't do this.

I am dead in here
without your help.

I think you've misread
the situation, Ms. Flynn.

That's exactly the point.

[line beeps, call ends]

Fuck.

[siren wailing in distance]

[gun magazine clicking]

Oh, shit. In the flesh.

Lord Pablo.

Pleasure to meet you,
my brother.

I'm sure that, uh, Diamond
started to inform you

that we about to make you
a special offer.

-We gonna--
-Save your breath, guero.

United Kings is out.

[tense music playing]

W-what you mean "out"?

We're out.

[laughs nervously]

All right, let me explain
something to you.

If you out, that means
you get none of our product.

You ain't get our product,
that means you get no cash.

No cash, you can't feed
your soldiers,

you got no friends,
you got no protection.

So is you sure you out?

I know you ain't workin'
with the Insane Princes.

'Cause there's no coming back
from that, Pablo.

That'd be the end
of the United Kings in Chicago.

Not my decision.
We had a roundtable last night.

Nobody wants to be another
dead body in a cartel war.

It was unanimous. We ain't
fuckin' wit' your product.

Pablo, you need to recognize
that CBI

is operating in the city
in a new way.

We got a coalition
that will drive Ortega's ass

clean up outta Chicago,

and keep the streets
that our families earned

within our control.

So stay with us and keep the
coalition as strong as possible.

Neither of you
can ever understand.

For us, a cartel war
doesn't stop in Chicago.

It'll hit our families
in Mexico.

And that's a risk we won't take.

So we're takin'
our chances alone.

Like I said,
it's already been decided.

♪ ♪

[train horn blaring]

[dramatic hip-hop music playing]

I got a job for you, nigga.

CBI business.

It's about fuckin' time.

Come on, talk to me.
Tell me what it is.

You do this shit right, nigga,

and I promise you,
you gonna be back in.

I'ma put you in the fold.

That's what I'm sayin', man.

You make enough noise,
the work gon' find you.

I been tellin' you, man.

What's the job, J?

I need you to hit
the Nine-Sevens.

[dramatic music playing]

Boy, fuck that.

D.

That shit a suicide mission.

Yeah, that's why I'm not askin'
yo' Black ass.

Shut the fuck up, nigga.

I'm talkin' to D-Mac.

-Man, y'all niggas got--
-This nigga right here

the motherfuckin' master
of chaos and shit, nigga.

And if you 'bout that shit
for real, D,

this yo' chance, nigga.

I'm listenin'.

Now you know the Nine-Sevens
and them dirty cops,

they been robbin' niggas
for years, right?

I say it's time we move
them bitches out the way.

'Cause CBI need that territory
they got. Okay?

So I need you
to hit these niggas,

and I'm talkin' 'bout hit
these niggas hard, D-Mac.

Steal all the motherfuckin'
money you can get your hands on.

Put these niggas down.

It's all a part
of a bigger plan, I promise you.

Now, you think
you can do that shit?

I'm not fuckin' with that shit,
gang.

A'ight, so,
let's make this clear.

If I do this, I'm straight.

Like, I'm a hundred percent
back in CBI?

Like, no if, ands,
or buts about it, right?

Bro, as long
as don't nobody know

CBI got nothin' to do with it...

you Gucci.

♪ ♪

CBI or die.

Count me in.

See, I don't give a fuck
who I'm hittin'. You know?

Nigga like me gon' get
that shit done.

-For real.
-[Jenard] I know. I know.

That's why I love you.

My lil' nigga.

You a scary little motherfucker.

[Marshall] Man, fuck you.

-[scoffs]
-[door opens]

[door closes]

Nine-Sevens, huh?

Nine-Sevens.

One fuckin' hit and this entire
section of the city cavin' in?

And Big Smurf tells me

that the Sons of Destruction
is thinkin' of bouncin' too?

Well, technically,
we didn't lose the DSDs.

They just down some bodies.

But we got enough work to cover
the North and the South Sides

to cover the loss
of the United Kings,

and Che won't notice
a damn thing.

Well, it still don't fix
the fact

that Miguel basically

got the Near Northwest
and Southwest Side

back under his control without
lifting a goddamn finger!

Better than Che finding out
about Ortega.

We got enough to keep
our operation

moving forward for Che.
I ain't worried about that.

We are gonna need more bodies
to spare,

if we do go to war.

Yeah.

Yo, Diamond, who got bodies?

The Serbs.

Man, you gotta be fuckin'
kidding me.

-[Tommy] Nah.
-The Serbs?

They dry as a bone.

And Ortega killin' Mirkovic?

That gotta mean somethin'.

I mean, if they meet with us,

then we're dead on arrival.

Well, they don't meet with us.
They just meet with me.

I go alone.

Yeah, and no strap.

It's the only way
this gonna work.

What you think?

-You crazy as hell.
-[Tommy laughs]

Fuck it. We need all the bodies
we can get.

You ain't wrong.

Just gonna need to borrow
a little product.

[dramatic music playing]

[Stacy] Chicago needs a mayor

that can swing a sledgehammer
on the crime and drugs

that are flooding our streets,

and a leader who has the courage

to fight for our party's
principles.

I am that candidate.

My record proves it.

That's why I'm announcing
my candidacy

for mayor of Chicago.

[applause, chatter]

What exactly do you mean

by a "sledgehammer
on crime and drugs"?

More police presence
has never improved crime rates

in underserved neighborhoods.

I didn't say
more police presence.

Just a better one.

Uh, Ms. Marks?

Uh, is your divorce from your
CPD husband Bobby DiFranco

going to have any effect
on your ability

to accomplish this?

[tense music playing]

Although my marriage
with my husband may be ending,

our love for each other
will never stop.

Bobby and I gave
everything we had

in pursuit of a better life
and a better Chicago.

And if I'm elected,
I expect to continue

my professional working
relationship with CPD.

Thank you.

[applause]

[hushed chatter]

What the hell was that?

-[door closes]
-A divorce?

Why didn't you tell us
so that we can get ahead of it?

It's not even finalized, Donna.

I know Bobby.
He's just being dramatic.

Oh! Well, finalized or not,
your donors

are already threatening
to pull their support

because of your bad history
with the CPD.

Bobby was supposed to be
your cover on that issue.

This puts a wrench
into every single thing

that you say and do
from this point forward.

You had better hope that
this Ortega case is a lock

because now, your entire
campaign depends on it.

[tense music playing]

Come on.

-[door closes]
-[sighs]

[tapping on window]

It's been a minute.

I didn't think I was gonna
see you again.

Neither did I.

Then why you here?

I came to say thank you.

Thank you? For what?

Jamal hasn't been seen
in a while.

Hey, yo, I-I don't know
nothin' about that.

It-it doesn't matter to me

if you had anything to do
with Jamal being gone.

What matters to me
is that you were good to Leon.

And you were good to me.
I just...

I just needed a minute
to... figure things out.

[gentle music playing]

I can't do this.

As much as I want to...

[music turns somber]

...I can't.

Why?

Because you were
right about me.

From the first time
that you saw me.

I am that guy.

And I'm no good for you.

Even if I said stay,

I ain't gonna do nothin'
but cause you pain.

Wait, no. Diamond, look.
That's not true.

You deserve love.

♪ ♪

[Diamond] You should go.

You should go.

[music turns dramatic]

[door closes]

[indistinct chatter]

Whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You wouldn't shoot
an unarmed man, would you?

All right, look, I'ma put this
down right here.

I'm gonna show you I ain't
got shit on me, all right?

I-- Look, look, look.

Take it easy.

All right, take it easy.
Take it easy.

You got nerve, Egan.

In two seconds, your body could
be holding 100 pieces of lead.

Tell me why it shouldn't.

You mad at me. I get that.

Makes sense.

But look,
Mirkovic gettin' murdered

means that we got
more in common now

than we ever did before.

[scoffs] Like what?

[Tommy] Like we both hate
Roberto Ortega.

He killed your boss.

And he won't stop fuckin'
with my business.

I wanna hurt this motherfucker
so bad.

I wanna rip that motherfucker's
heart through his throat.

And I figured y'all did too.

That bag I brought?
Full of product.

Just to make it
worth your while

since I know y'all lost
your connect.

We can call this thing
a one-time deal between us.

If that makes it easier.

[tense music playing]

Thank you.

I know how to hit Ortega
where it hurts.

He's very close with his uncle,

Luis Ortega.

And he's here in Chicago.

No shit.

Que paso, muchachos?

Put the fuckin' gun down.

What the fuck is goin' on?

Shut the fuck up.

Put the fuckin' gun down.

Luis Ortega?

[in Spanish]

You know what? Pull his ID.

Hey, you guys don't know
who you fuckin' with.

You know what?
That's the crazy part.

We actually do.

We are fuckin' with...

Luis Ortega.

I need you to give your, uh,
nephew, Roberto,

a little message for me.

[Luis in Spanish]

Now I didn't
understand all that shit,

but I did understand "muerto."

[TV sports broadcast playing]

Time for a little, uh,
lesson in flight.

Hey, man, let him go!

Hey, man, let him go, man.
You don't have to do this!

-No, no, no!
-Let him go!

-Get your fuckin' hands off me!
-[Tommy] Toss him.

[indistinct, overlapping shouts]

No!

[screaming]

Oof.

You're gonna pay for this.

[dramatic music playing]

A'ight, look.

I want you to tell Roberto

exactly what happened.

And let him know
I don't just trim family trees.

I cut 'em all the way
to the fuckin' ground.

♪ ♪

Ortega's lawyer
just filed a motion

to suppress the drugs and cash.

There was a mistake
on the warrant.

No fucking way.

-Yeah.
-That shit was bulletproof.

Bullshit clerical error.

There was a wrong digit
in the address.

Now how'd that get
fucked up, Tseng?

You drafted the warrant,
didn't you?

I wrote down exactly what
you told me, and you signed it.

It's on the both of us.

Maybe if you hadn't
blown past everyone

to make that raid happen.

Going after Egan.

I'm sorry, Stac.
I didn't mean that.

[Tseng] No, no, no.
We all rushed.

For Vargas.

You're not wrong, Hardwick.

This raid has cost us a lot,

and now it's like
it never even happened.

Egan is still out there,

and Bobby is...

Maybe I did fuck it up.

And that's exactly why we need
to work together as a team.

We shouldn't take our eyes
off Egan.

-He's bound to slip up.
-Oh, trust me...

I've never taken my eyes
off of him.

Tseng, you file for a motion
to suppress

and any other low-hanging fruit
that comes with it.

Now that we're working
with Claudia Flynn,

I just need to figure out
how to use her

to get to Egan.

Copy that.

[ominous music playing]

-Is the money in the accounts?
-Yeah.

With alternate IDs on the
deposits, just like you asked.

-Good. [sighs]
-But...

Why? What does this have to do
with the Viagra Triangle?

It doesn't.

Ortega found out that
we're working with Tommy

and pulled my protection.

The feds haven't
done shit either.

So I'm buying my own.

When I first started this,
I thought it was gonna be fun.

Bring us closer.

I'll be out of here
before you know it.

I'll find a way.

Okay?

Then things will go back to
the way they were. I promise.

-It'll be okay.
-Okay.

["MARATHON" by Chipps playing]

♪ As real as it get ♪

♪ Doe in my jeans ♪

♪ Some in the clip... ♪

-Yo, what's the word, nigga?
-Yo.

Shit chillin'.
Got my niggas with me.

-What's up?
-What up? What up?

Check it out.

This is my nigga Taker.

-What's up, man?
-What's up, G?

That's that smilin'-ass nigga,
Smiley.

Yo, this nigga.

Look at the motherfucker,
smilin' right now.

-That's Nut--
-Nutty Boy!

I know this nigga, man.

What you been on?

-Mad shit, for real.
-Hey, look.

These motherfuckers
on the come up.

I think they're ready
for the next steps.

-What y'all niggas think?
-[Nutty Boy] I'm ready bro.

Hey. It's good to see you got
on some real shit now.

You know,
you ain't runnin' around,

trying to steal everybody's Js
and shit no more.

-[laughter]
-Earnin' that name.

[Marshall] Hey, yo.

CBI been good to me.

It's where I wanna be for life.

Good.

Good.

We'll make that happen.

Check it out.

-[whistles]
-So look.

Jenard tryin' to say

that we should run
into their stash houses

where they keep
all of their cash at.

But everybody know that the
Nine-Sevens got hella security

at all of 'em.

Now, my plan

is to hit these motherfuckers
before they ever even arrive.

With the cops workin'
for these niggas,

it ain't no fuckin'
armored cars.

[D-Mac] Right.

And luckily for us,

Bones' cousin flipped
on the Nine-Sevens

and gave me the numbers
to they plates,

and he also gave me
the location

of one of their major
transfer spots.

-That's what's up.
-[laughter]

Now with y'all wild ass
backin' us up,

we got everything we need
to pull this shit off.

You know?

Straight like that.

♪ ♪

[Nutty Boy] Let's get it.

We gonna light these
motherfuckers up, man.

Hell yeah. You damn right.

Come on, boys.
CBI for life.

[gun clatters on table]

-[sighs]
-[footsteps approaching]

[door slides open]

[loud squeaking]

Someone looks happy.

Oh, yeah? [laughs]

I'm guessing you handled
what you needed to handle?

Yeah. Got everything
under control for now.

-Mm.
-What's this all about here?

What, you have ice cream
for dinner?

Oh, that was dessert.

But probably the best ice cream
I've ever had in my life.

Oh.

How 'bout you?
What you get into today?

-Save some lives?
-Actually, yes. I did.

My boss was
so impressed with me,

she said I should apply
for the manager position.

Mm.

They said
that the whole hospital

needs more nurses like me.

-Look at my girl!
-Mm.

Doin' her shit.

-[giggles]
-Like a boss.

[sighs contentedly]

[hesitantly] And I saw Miguel.

[dramatic music playing]

You did what?

Bullshit, Mireya.
What the fuck is wrong with you?

What did I say?

I said work and here. That's it.

That shit ain't safe.

Little Village is probably
the safest place

I could be besides here.

-Okay.
-And listen, he apologized

for everything that happened.

I think he's lightening up
about us.

Bullshit.

Mireya, he's just telling you
what you need to hear.

Motherfucker bidin' his time
before he make a move.

No, no, no, no. I could have
said the exact same thing

about you at the quinceanera,
but I didn't.

I gave you a chance.
I'm not saying

I'm not gonna keep one eye open
with Miguel, okay?

But I need to at least try
to believe him.

He's really been there for me,
more times than he hasn't.

You know what a fucking leap
of faith that is for me

after he locked you away?

Listen, Tommy.
I know I don't look like

I can play in this game

but growing up
in the Garcia household,

you learn a trick or two.

I have my eyes on him.

And if he makes
one false move...

Yeah?

...he's out.

[sighs] Okay.

Can we stop being so serious?

Yes.

Please. Thank you.

-Thank you.
-[giggles]

[gentle orchestral music
playing in bar]

Um... yeah, I love...
I love the direction.

[woman] Yeah.

-Hi.
-What can I get you ladies?

-Um, Manhattans? Thank you.
-Yes, please. Thank you.

[chatter continues]

One scotch neat.

Jayson?

Jayson?

Wow, Rae. Hi.

What are you doing here?

Um, I actually have
season tickets.

Couldn't miss the last show.
Luckily, it was West Side Story.

You look amazing, by the way.

Thank you.

Oh, uh, Jayson,
this is my friend Alice.

Jayson and I shared
a couple of drinks

at the hotel bar last night.

[Alice] Nice to meet you,
Jayson.

I never would have taken you
for a theater guy.

Well, there was definitely
a time when I would have

kicked my own ass
for being in here,

but that, uh, was the old me.

The new me sort of loves it,
I guess.

That's really sweet.

-I think I'm gonna go.
-What?

-No. You can't.
-No, I definitely should.

It's not every day a Tony
just wanders into the bar.

Have fun.

-Great to meet you, Jayson.
-You as well.

[bartender] Scotch neat
and a Manhattan.

Enjoy.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

♪ ♪

["Be Grateful"
by Mickey Shiloh playing]

♪ If you can get me to ♪

♪ Turn my phone off ♪

♪ And take my clothes off ♪

[panting]

♪ You might be the one
'Cause I ♪

♪ Like to work
And not play too much ♪

♪ Ooh, I could go so many days
And months ♪

♪ No love, no touch
No fucking ♪

♪ It's not hard for me ♪

[train clacking]

["Cold Streets" by DNA playing]

I'm talkin' about as soon
as we done with this shit,

I'ma make Genesis understand

that this life pay for real,
you know?

No, nigga. I don't know.

'Cause if you don't lock
the fuck in,

you ain't gon' get nothin'.

Is you even lookin' out?

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
I'm watchin' out.

Just calm down, a'ight?

Look...

Here he come right now.

[both] 3820.

Just like my boy said.

♪ ♪

What if it's bullshit?

Your man's a pancake,
then what?

How the fuck you know we 'posed
to trust this nigga, man?

Fuck him, nigga.
You ain't gotta trust him.

Trust me.

I ain't tryin' to die
in this shit neither.

You feel me?

Look, if somethin' off,
we gon' bounce.

But so far,
this shit been exact.

I'm 'bout ready to press go
on this shit.

You ready?

♪ ♪

-I'm always wit' you, nigga.
-Locked in.

Plus, I got a little bit
of insurance.

-Nigga, is that real?
-Nah, nigga, it's fake.

Yeah, it's real. Psh!

You ain't know I was tapped
into the black market.

[laughs] Hey, look.

Ever since yo' ass
left that school,

yo' ass been tweakin', nigga.

I been wildin' out
from the jump, man.

You know that.

But look.

Here he go right now.

Black Cadillac,
just like folks promised.

[tense music playing]

-You see him?
-Yeah, I see him.

It's go time.

Come on.

We finna light
these niggas up, man.

♪ ♪

[notification chimes]

-Shit!
-Come on! Come on! Come on!

-Come on!
-We gotta get outta here!

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ You know
I'm very grateful... ♪

[gunfire]

[officer] Shots fired.
Requesting backup.

[tires screeching]

[car crashing]

["I Used To Be Wylin"
by Cicero playing]

♪ I was turning AK
Trying to make a payday ♪

♪ Nigga wasn't doing
No chores... ♪

Get the fuck outta the car
right now!

Get the fuck out the car,
bitch-ass niggas.

Y'all heard
what the fuck he said.

Put your motherfuckin' hands up.

-Put your hands up, dude.
-What you is, nigga?

Hey! Get everything
from the trunk.

Let's go!
Hurry the fuck up, man!

-[police siren wailing]
-I said what you is?

Yeah. Yeah.

You know who you fuckin' over
right now?

That's the sound of our backup
comin' for you!

Shut the fuck up, nigga.
We know who we hittin'.

It's about time
y'all remembered Chicago

don't fuck with
police-ass niggas.

-Y'all got what y'all got.
-Hey, D, watch out!

Shit!

[ominous music playing]

-[gunfire]
-Oh, fuck!

[indistinct], bitch-ass nigga!

Oh, shit!

Fuck! Fuck!

Hey! As soon as I throw this,

everybody get the fuck
in the car.

We gettin' the fuck outta here.

[siren wailing]

Come on, y'all.
Come on! Come on!

Hey, get the fuck outta there!

♪ ♪

-Drive.
-Go. Drive.

[explosion]

[indistinct muttering]

Hey, hey, hey.
Where Nutty Boy at?

[siren wailing]

-Fuck!
-Ah shit! Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck, man.

♪ ♪

[siren wailing]

So does this mean
I can get your number

so we can actually plan this
next time?

[giggles] Yes.

But I can already tell you

that one of the candidates
running for mayor

needs a lot of extra attention,

so I don't know how much
free time I'll have.

Mayor candidate?

Let me guess.

Stacy Marks.

What? That's kinda sus.
How'd you know that?

It's my job to keep up
on local politics.

I thought you were
a tech bro.

I am. But, uh...

I also focus on political reform

to keep companies
ahead of the game.

Plus, anyone who's
paying attention in this town

saw the press conference
last night.

[sighs] Yeah, that conference
was not pretty.

She went from front-runner to
middle of the pack in a second.

[sighs]

"Cops attacked by gang."

"Two dead in a carjacking
gone wrong."

The sad part is that Marks
is probably the only candidate

who could actually turn
this city around.

You don't happen to know anyone

with a million dollars
lying around, do you?

Just a million?

I'll see what I can do.

[tender music playing]

[music darkens]

[both] Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Y'all see this shit right here,
boys?

This is what this shit
is all about!

You feel me?

Look at all this
fuckin' money, man.

Bands, shorty. Bands.
You feel me?

["Gutta Man" by DNA playing]

Hey.

Chin up, nigga.

Don't be gettin' too fucked up
about Nutty Boy, a'ight?

He went out like a G.

The right way.

And look, I'ma keep it a buck.

That shit coulda been
any of us.

[D-Mac] Hey, man.
He's not lyin', a'ight?

This is what comes along
with the life. You feel me?

I fucked with Nutty Boy.

Nutty Boy earned
CBI respect forever

doin' the shit that we do.

He earned this one.

Matter of fact...

Here.

Give that to his family, a'ight?

Hey. Raise y'all
fuckin' glasses, man.

Y'all know what we just did?

[ominous music playing]

Who the fuck are you?

I represent Mr. Ortega.

He appreciates
you letting him know

about your employment offer
from Miguel Garcia.

Job well done.

Don't do the hit.

This is for your loyalty.

[ominous music playing]

♪ ♪

[in Spanish]

[gun cocks]

[sighs]

Who do you work for?

And why the fuck is Tommy Egan
still alive?

Is this motherfucker
really gonna make me ask twice?

-[squelching]
-[pained wincing]

[screaming]

[wailing]

[Miguel] Here, sit back.
Hold that for me.

[Big Bertha grunting nearby]

[breathing heavily]

-[whimpering]
-[Big Bertha grunting]

[panting]

Here, mamas.

That's my pretty girl.

Yeah!

That's my pretty girl.

That's a good girl.

She's a pretty girl, isn't she?

She's Miguel's baby.

My mamas. Pretty girl.

You're fuckin' crazy.

[panting]

Yeah. That's the rumor.

Now, I'm only gonna ask you
one last time.

Because next...

Big Bertha over there
is gonna be eatin' your balls.

Mm-hmm.

No?

[in Spanish]

[Mohit] No! No!

No! No!

Stop fucking struggling!

All right! All right!
All right! All right!

Ortega! I work for Ortega!

He told me not to kill Egan.
I swear.

I swear.

[whimpering]

[in Spanish]

[Mohit in English] No!

[Big Bertha grunting]

Enjoy.

[in Spanish]

[Mohit in English] No! No!

No! No!

-[screaming]
-[squelching]

[echoing scream]

[tense music playing]

[woman] Get the fuck out!

We about to settle this
right now.

What do you think you're--
[grunts]

Turn on all the machines.

I don't want anyone to hear
this white bitch scream.

I said turn on all the machines!

Go ahead.

Turn 'em on.

-[machines whirring]
-Yeah.

Bitch! Get the fuck off me,
fuckin' bitch!

Fuckin' traitor!

[grunting]

You see...

losing my protection
was the best thing

that could have
happened for me.

[laughs] Okay, you bitch.

Because it meant
I could buy my own.

-You fuckin' bitch.
-Yeah.

Bitch.

Yeah.

[whispers] This is how
you get the job done.

-[stabbing slices]
-[grunting]

[music turns sinister]

I am the white devil bitch.

[clatters]

Let's go.

[grim, dramatic music playing]

[cell phone vibrating]

[Miguel] Ortega?

[in Spanish]

[in English] Why am I speaking
to you and not Mohit?

Your hitter...

he's dead.

[Ortega in Spanish]

[in English] Ay.

But what I don't understand is

why the fuck do you want
Tommy Egan alive,

especially after hearing
about your uncle?

I stopped the hit because I want
Tommy Egan to be my kill.

[in Spanish]

[Ortega in English]
Tommy's not my only concern.

[in Spanish]

[in English]
Sounds like we need each other.

Look, I'll deliver Tommy Egan,

and personally guarantee you
a foothold here in Chicago.

You'll walk from Che?

I'm a businessman, Ortega.

I will walk away from any deal

if it means gettin'
a better one.

♪ ♪

Sounds like we have
an agreement.

Deliver Tommy Egan to me

and we can continue
the conversation.

[in Spanish]

[in English] Ride's over, Elise.

-What?
-Time to get the fuck out.

-Vic, why are you here?
-This is my apartment.

Claudia said I could stay here
as long as I needed.

You know what? I don't
give a fuck what she said!

[tense music playing]

-You're out.
-Okay. Don't take your anger

out on me because
Tommy Egan took your bars.

If you wanna put a gun to
somebody's head, put it to his.

[gun cocks]

I'll leave.

-Yeah.
-[Elise] Okay.

[phone line ringing]

[machine] At the tone,
please record your message.

-[beep]
-Yeah, Tommy?

I think I found
Stacy's weakness.

We can use it against her.

She needs money.

And you got loads of it.

Why don't we make you
her biggest contributor?

[heavy, dramatic music playing]

More tea?

No, I'm good.

I'll be up all night.

I'm pleased with your work
thus far.

Changing the digit
on the warrant address?

Very clever.

It was easy.

Marks didn't suspect a thing.

She's too sidetracked
trying to run for mayor.

Which basically gives me
free rein

of the entire
U.S. Attorney's office.

I tipped off the press
about her divorce too.

Bitch is never gonna win
while I'm around.

The boss will be very pleased
with your work.

Good.

Now... tell me everything
you know about Tommy Egan.

[tense, ominous music playing]

Talk to me.

You heard somethin' yet?

I don't know, bro. Um...

Word on the street is, nigga,
bodies did drop.

Two dead.

Okay. So D-Mac may be dead,

and our plan coulda worked.

I mean, could be, bro. But...
I don't know.

Niggas like me ain't
celebratin' shit

till I get some news,
a phone call,

or I see a goddamn dead body
myself, nigga.

-You feel me?
-Yeah, I feel you.

I mean, but I did send a text to
the Nine-Sevens from the burner

and I told 'em, look, there's
some hitters on y'all ass.

So... I don't know.
They had a heads-up.

That nigga should be dead.

For real, for real.

[D-Mac] Yo!

Diamond. J.

Consider them Nine-Seven niggas
hit hard.

Your boy did that shit.

Why the fuck I ain't heard from
yo' ass all day, then, nigga?

I thought yo' ass
got whacked, boy.

Man, what?

Man, hell no.
We blew them niggas up.

Like, literally blew
them niggas up.

How the fuck was I gonna
hit y'all back after that shit?

Man, that shit was insane.

I was makin' sure ain't nobody
knew about the hit.

I was makin' sure ain't
no Nine-Seven niggas

or no cops followed me
back here.

What the fuck is up
with all the long faces, man?

I thought y'all niggas would be
happier about this shit.

You know what I had to do
to get this?

Yeah, we are. We are.

I mean, don't worry
about Jenard, man.

He's just trippin'
'cause he know we need

all CBI members
to be alive and well

'cause we don't know
if shit gonna pop off

with the cartel or not.

-Yeah. You good.
-Shit. Okay.

Yeah, you done,
you done good, D-Mac.

Thank you. I risked my life
for this shit.

Yeah, well...

welcome back to CBI.

Fuck you mean
"Welcome back to CBI"?

[ominous music playing]

[mutters indistinctly]

♪ Hey! It's a bloodbath
It's a bloodbath ♪

♪ Fuck yeah! It's a bloodbath ♪

♪ It's a
It's a fuckin' bloodbath ♪

♪ It's a bloodbath
It's a bloodbath ♪

♪ Fuck yeah! It's a bloodbath ♪

♪ It's a bloodbath ♪

♪ This ain't Lil Wayne
In a hot tub ♪

♪ It's more like your brain
Gettin' chopped up ♪

♪ Going full rage
When I pop up ♪

♪ Treacherous waters might get
Strange in this yacht club ♪

♪ Time's up, but I won't
Be late when your clock's up ♪

♪ Fist hit yo' face
Like an eye rub ♪

♪ Waist got the Glock tucked
Stay with the boxed gloves ♪

♪ Gotta stay clean when your
Remains gettin' mopped up ♪

♪ Come in like
Oh, watch your mouth ♪

♪ No, really, you mumblin' shit
I can't understand it ♪

♪ You talk that shit
You get upper-handed ♪

♪ You gon' end up like
That motherfucker Francis ♪

-♪ So, oh, watch your mouth ♪
-♪ No, really ♪

♪ I can be considered
Somewhat dangerous ♪

♪ Don't come for mercy
'Cause that love is faded ♪

♪ It's time for you and death
To become acquainted ♪

♪ 'Bout to cut 'em up ♪

♪ It gets bloody
In these streets ♪

♪ Fuck 'em up
It ain't nothin' ♪

♪ Yeah, we comin' for you, G ♪

♪ Cut 'em up, it gets bloody
In these streets ♪

♪ In these streets
Fuck 'em up ♪

♪ It ain't nothin'
Yeah, we comin' for you, G ♪

♪ Yeah, we comin' for you, G ♪

♪ Yeah, we comin' for you, G ♪

♪ Yeah, we comin' for you
Comin' for you ♪

♪ We hunt you
Like some fiends ♪

♪ Like some fiends
Like some fiends ♪

♪ Yeah, we comin'
It ain't nothin' ♪

♪ I feel your heartbeat ♪

♪ It's a bloodbath
It's a bloodbath ♪

♪ It's a bloodbath
It's a bloodbath ♪