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Previously on Force...

I'll fuckin' do it.

Just focus on getting

anything that you can
about Stacy.

Her weakness.

I did overhear she's
gonna be running for mayor.

I always wanted
a mayor in my pocket.

You don't happen to know anyone
with a million dollars

lying around, do you?

I think I found
Stacy's weakness.

We can use it against her.

She needs money.

Jenard? What up, doe?

Where the motherfuckin'
stash at?

Okay.

- Chain too.
- Can't believe this shit.

What you want for the bag?

Yeah, good lookin'.

Blast off, motherfucker.

If we fuck up
Miguel's product,

their asses go dry

and they're gonna have to come
crawling to CBI.

Ortega and his crew,
they gotta learn

that I ain't the motherfucker
that you shoot at and miss.

I got your shooter.

You're dead.

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 bouncing too?

I'll deliver Tommy Egan

and personally guarantee you
a foothold here in Chicago.

Sounds like we have
an agreement.

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

Then we put a call
in to the Nine-Sevens,

let 'em know
the hit is happenin'.

D-Mac tries to hit,
he gets bodied.

Consider them
Nine-Seven niggas hit hard.

Your boy did that shit.

Welcome back to CBI.

♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Money and powder and power ♪

♪ Money and powder and power ♪

♪ Money and powder and power ♪

What the fuck is this all about?

Look, Tommy,
you don't understand.

You goddamn right
I don't understand.

So why don't you try
explaining it to me?

I'm back on with CBI.

- You ain't back on shit.
- Diamond just blessed it.

I don't give a fuck
what Diamond says.

You answer to me.

Nah, fuck that!

A'ight? I earned this!

I put work in for this shit!

Man, look. All that cash
is from a lick.

D-Mac hit a craps game
over on 27.

Little motherfucker hungry.

Stay out of this, Jenard.

Just sayin',
you gotta respect it.

Nephew brought it back
like a G.

He tryin' to earn his stripes.

He ain't no G!

He did exactly what
we woulda done. That's all.

Why is you encouraging him
despite my orders?

Orders? We equals.
I don't take orders from you.

Grab your shit. Get the fuck
outta here.

I'll deal with you later.

Right now, me and Diamond
need to talk.

Yeah, a'ight.

On God, Unc, I'm CBI!

You little motherfucker.
Fuck outta here!

You too,
get the fuck outta here.

I don't need an audience.

Help me with this, Diamond.

I sat D-Mac down
for a reason.

So you need to make this
make sense to me.

Otherwise, me and you's
gonna have some problems.

Hey, man. Hey, look.
Ain't no easy way to say it.

Well, I don't know,
try using your words.

So I let D-Mac back into CBI,

but I ain't have a choice.

Because he's about
to fuck everything up.

He was gonna fuck everything up?

D-Mac was gonna fuck
everything up?

- He's a kid.
- Man, D-Mac is a fucking killer.

He knocked down Mad Dog.

King Kilo's nephew.

So you know what the fuck
that means.

So I ain't have a choice.

That little mistake threatens
everything that we built.

Why would he do that?

'Cause Mad Dog murked Leon.

So D-Mac did it
to gain favor with us

to get back into CBI.

He did it to earn favor
wit' you!

Why you didn't tell me this,
Diamond?

Because King Kilo
wants D-Mac dead.

- What?
- That's right.

So I let him back in CBI
to keep him close

so I could protect him.

So I could try to figure out
some shit, man.

And I can't risk telling you

because you act
before you think,

despite the cost.

You goddamn right!

That's my family.

Yeah, well, I was buying time

to keep his
little reckless ass alive

until I could find out
a solution or something, man.

That was my priority.

Buy some more time
with King Kilo.

I need to figure out
how to fix this.

Tommy.

Rashan wants to meet
face-to-face tomorrow.

- That's fine.
- Yeah, well...

I think he wants the SODs
out the coalition.

Another fuckin' problem.

Make it happen.

Ten a.m.

I'm on some hot shit
this whole year.

You know, they done let your boy
back in CBI.

Diamond then made it official.

So... check me out.

I'ma get you somethin'
next, shorty.

You know that
street shit don't impress me.

The wheels was one thing,
but that chain?

That's gon' bring
the wrong kind of attention.

It's gon' get you in trouble.

A'ight, so if the chain
don't impress you,

then what impresses you?

A diploma.
That would really impress me.

You need to go--

You expecting company?

No. That... that gotta be
somebody for Marshall.

What time
can I come through so--

Get the door, Darnell.

Fuck that door.
I'm tryin' to talk to you.

- Shit, it ain't for me.
- Mm-hmm. Real sus.

Look, all I'm saying--

D-Mac!

You know what? That's the shit
I'm talking about.

Bye, D-Mac.

- Bye.
- Come on--

Fuck, bro.

- What's up, Unc?
- "What's up, Unc?"

Diamond told me that you
killed Mad Dog?

He ain't lie.

What the fuck was you thinkin'?

Did Diamond put you up to that?

No, Diamond didn't put me
onto that.

I did that for myself.
I did it for CBI.

Well, the only thing that you
did was fuck shit up for CBI.

You know Mad Dog
is plugged by blood.

Now King Kilo got
a fuckin' price on your head.

Fuck King Kilo.
I'll smoke his ass too.

You better ask about me, Unc.
I'm really him.

I ain't gotta ask about you.

All I gotta do is answer
for you.

You still got the gun
that you used to do it?

- Yeah.
- Amateur!

Go get me that gun.

I can't get you that gun.

You just told me
there's a price on my head.

Well, then keep your head down

while I go and fix
your fuckin' problem.

CBI don't need you
for a motherfucking thing.

You go ahead and kill,

steal, destroy.

I ain't never gonna
change my mind.

There's a goddamn street war
between the Marquez cartel

and CBI happening in my city.

Now, I put Roberto Ortega
in protective custody,

so how in the hell was he still

running the streets
from lockdown?

- Ortega must be using a burner.
- Hm.

I'll have the COs
shake down his cell.

And we're still combing
through the footage

surrounding the murders,
but...

most of the cameras
in the area are useless,

if they work at all.

Thank you, city council,
for the budget cuts.

Stay on this.

And where the hell is Tseng?

Sorry. I'm late.

I was tied up in court
on the motion to suppress.

So, how did the judge rule?

Uh, well, she didn't.

She adjourned it to tomorrow
and asked for more briefing.

But I have every reason
to expect

that she'll rule in our favor.

Good.

Everything is riding
on this conviction.

We can't afford
any more missteps.

So, get on it.

I got you.

I have a meeting
with the AG.

- Thank you.
- Yep.

Stacy, hey. You got a minute?

Bobby, can it wait?

It's important.

No, no, no. Stay.
This affects you all.

Whoa. What is this?

I caught a dozen bodies
at a DuRang frat house,

all fentanyl overdoses.

It's ugly.

I'm here 'cause two of 'em
are social influencers,

and one is LGBTQI+.

So the press
could be heavy on this.

Why the fuck is fentanyl
exploding in Chicago right now?

I don't know.

But we're already out
shaking the trees, so...

First Mirkovic dies from
carfentanil while in custody,

and according to the IDPH,
there's been an uptick

in fentanyl-related deaths
on the North Side.

See? And now these students.

- It can't be coincidental.
- The timing seems to fit

the Marquez cartel's
arrival in town.

Maybe they're the ones
bringing this shit in.

If we can demonstrate
a definitive timeline,

our case against Marquez
just got a lot stronger.

- Hardwick, get on this.
- Mm-hmm.

Thank you, Bobby.

But if this surge
of deadly fentanyl

is related
to the Marquez cartel,

I need to know now,

and I know just who
to talk to.

Um, that's from Beverly
and Mount Greenwood, so.

What the fuck, Tommy?

I've done everything you asked.

Not everything.

I need you to hang on
to this for me.

Okay. Why me?

What, is there a fucking body
on this gun?

Shut the fuck up!

Tell me what you got on that
fed bitch, Stacy Marks.

She been asking you about any
of them bodies we dropped?

- Yeah, she's been asking.
- What did you tell her?

Nothing!

Okay, well, you ain't
on vacation here, Vic.

Tell me everything you got
on that fed bitch.

Like I said,
she needs the money.

Running a campaign is expensive,

and it survives
only with the right optics.

She's desperate for cash,
and you got it.

So the bitch hungry, huh?

Here's what we're gonna do.

Make a sizable donation
to Ms. Marks' campaign.

Just make sure
that it can be tied back

to a big, scary drug dealer.

Me.

Let's see if that bitch
can resist my money.

Diamond and Tommy are beefing.

Ain't no way to survive
this bullshit.

They both lyin' to each other.
Shit wild.

Pot, kettle, all the same.

Shanti, I ain't lie to you.

Omission is a lie.

Baby...

Diamond pulled the trigger
on that D-Mac shit. Okay?

I just had to ride shotgun
wit' him

to not risk his ass
puttin' distance between us.

You sent D-Mac off
to get his moment of silence.

That shit is diametrically
opposed to our plan.

I told you to get close to D.

You havin' pillow talk wit' him.

You out here
makin' solo moves, J.

No. Come on, babe.
Slow the fuck up, a'ight?

I made a judgment call
in the heat of the moment.

That's it.

And this shit ain't even
cost us nothing.

What's gon' happen
the next time

Big D wants
something from you?

Come on, relax. A'ight?

Come up off that Jada and Will
energy right the fuck now

and trust me. Baby.

The more Diamond trusts me

with his deepest, darkest
secrets, instead of Tommy,

that shit benefit us, all right?

Baby, lockin' in
Diamond's trust,

that's what's gonna get us
that face time with Che.

All right?
That's what you want, right?

I want a regime change.

I want their heads removed.

Do you?

Yeah.

Yeah. Yes.
That's all I want, baby.

That's all I want.

Besides you.

The time for games
is over.

Is the Marquez cartel
pushing fentanyl in Chicago?

What are you offering me?

A lifeline.

If the Marquez cartel
is pushing this poison

and you don't help me,

that's 20 years to life,

for each body,
added to your sentence.

As I said before,

if I divulge,
I am dead in here

within 24 hours.

Shall we negotiate?

Otherwise, I can regale you
on my plans

to take down Tommy Egan.

What do you have for me on Egan?

In a couple of days,
I will have Tommy on tape

confessing to a murder...

and being one of Chicago's
major distributors.

That being said,

it would be a hell of a lot
easier if I were out of jail,

handling him myself.

Not gonna happen.

Get Egan...

confessing to moving drugs
for the Estrada cartel on tape,

and then we'll talk about
reducing your sentence.

But if I get the sense that, uh,

you're dragging your feet,

I'll get a tip to Ortega

that you've been talking to me.

Rashan, Malik, what's good?
Time is money.

I hope you here
to make some more.

Yeah, and as you can see,
young'un,

we got a lot of work for you.

Sons of Destruction
is taking a different path.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Now slow down, man.

Let's just talk about
what you need

and we can work together.

You're not listening.

You see, this safety in numbers,

steady as we go shit

ain't for us.

It's for old heads.

Look, I used to be
just like you.

Always on the hunt.

Always looking for more prey.

- But you know what I learned?
- I don't give a fuck.

And I don't want
a history lesson.

We're makin' different moves.
We ain't prisoners.

Malik, get 'em they shit.

We out.

Yo, what the fuck just happened?

We knew that might go down.

Yeah, but we can't afford
no more desertion.

We got a meeting with Che.

We down bodies.
We got product piling up.

You know what the next play is.

If they think we weak,

then one of these cats
comin' for the top spot.

Tommy, are you listening to me?

Well...

it looks like the Sons
of Destruction vote to be out

was not unanimous.

Is that right?

Okay then. Then what's the move?

Well, I think that note mean
Malik is up for grabs.

If he want the top spot...

let's give him the top spot.

Right. Okay.

What's that look like?

We give King Kilo Rashan
in place of D-Mac.

Kilo want a body,
we give him a body.

But first, we make shit right
with Che.

Hey, yo. About D-Mac...

Nah. Don't you even worry
about that.

I got a special role for you to
play to make shit right with me.

I have to get back
to court soon.

Why the champagne?

We are celebrating.

Oh.

I landed the Corday development.

Oh my God.
Emma, congratulations.

That's a...
that's a huge property.

One of Chan's clients
requested me personally.

I closed them, of course.

Of course you did.

Close is what power couples do.

Claudia Flynn may be in play.

Stacy's trying to flip her.

- You cannot let that happen.
- Relax.

Claudia is a valuable asset
in the right hands.

My hands.

You haven't told Chan?

Jesus. Bill, you know
what happens

if the cartel found out
you kept this from them.

They'll never know.

I'm lead on this case.

All the paperwork comes to me.

And when Stacy publicly fumbles
the Marquez case,

I am going to recover it

and then use Claudia Flynn
as a pawn

to take down Tommy Egan.

And then walk in
and replace Stacy

as the new U.S. Attorney
of Chicago.

I'll be invaluable to them.

Bro, on God,

when Tommy walked in on us
last night with D-Mac...

I thought we was gonna
have to bury that nigga, bro.

No.

But we oughta
bury someone else soon.

That's why I called you here.

Shit, say less, nigga.
It's done.

But I'm telling you,
if I do this shit,

I get to meet Che.

Soon. But right now,
we got a bigger problem.

I need you to convince King Kilo

that it wasn't D-Mac
that killed Mad Dog.

Wait. Come on, bro. For real?

Nigga, I ain't
motherfuckin' Houdini.

How I'm supposed to do
that shit?

Me and Tommy got a plan.

So I just need you to be
onboard with us.

Listen up and lock in.

Talk to me.

What's going on
with you and Jenard?

I've always had
a love for boxing

and chess.

It's math. Not emotion.

So what sport
are you playing now?

Both. I'm a pugilist
and a grand master.

I'm gettin' back
on my bad bitch shit.

I placed my crown
on Jenard's head prematurely,

but I'm course-correcting now.

And whoever's with me
is with me,

and whoever falls short
is my enemy.

Where you at?

I always bet on black.

Excellence and beauty.

You're not trying to
sneak out on me, are you?

Of course not.

But I do have a ton of work
to do before the morning.

We're putting together

some private fundraiser dinners
for Stacy Marks.

Jayson, what's this?

That is a show of confidence
in your candidate.

You asked if I knew anyone
with some money.

This is a substantial donation.

I don't know what to say.

It's an investment.
It's nothing, really.

One of my early investments
in a DeFi blockchain

is yielding high returns.

I believe Ms. Marks is the best
candidate for this city.

She's had some issues
with the CPD before,

but I think she can
overcome that.

She also promises
to be tough on crime,

and there's the DEI too.

Diversity, equity,
and inclusion in Chicago.

You've done your homework.

I have. I'm not a caveman.

Rashan been making moves to
get the SODs in with Marquez,

some guys you been beefin' with.

No, this motherfucker isn't.

Yeah, some of the SODs
are showing interest,

but I got more guys with me.

Okay. Good.

- When's the meet?
- Tomorrow.

Look, if we gon' do somethin',
we gon' have to do it now.

Oh, we gon' do somethin'.

You just give me an address,
and I'ma handle it.

But you lock down
the rest of the SODs.

I'ma handle Rashan.

And I'm gon' make you king.

I need you to record Tommy.

Get him on video
when he delivers the drugs.

If we can get him on tape,
then we can--

I don't know if I can do that,
Cloudy.

Plus, they erase the videos
every night.

Then you need to record him
on your phone.

You can do this.

I can't.

What if he catches me?

He won't.

Look, I'm gonna tell you
exactly what to do and say.

If we can get him
to incriminate himself,

this whole nightmare
is finally over.

And together, we will have done
what Walter couldn't do.

Destroy Tommy Egan

and reclaim the Flynn legacy.

Help me.

Then I will raise up the wolf
that you fell in love with,

and I'll get out of here
and we can be together.

I got bodies dropping
all over CBI territories.

As recently as a few days ago.

And you still haven't
given me anything.

If you can't help me,
I don't need you.

I can't tell you
what I don't know, Stacy.

If Tommy murdered someone,
trust me,

he didn't call me first
for a beer and advice.

No more excuses.

You give me something
on Egan now,

or your penthouse becomes
a three-by-five jail cell.

Let's go.

Tommy's expanding CBI
exponentially.

- Favored nations shit.
- Mm-hmm.

He's moving serious weight
with the Albanians.

Took my clubs
and gave 'em to them.

So, business has never
been better for Tommy.

- And that must piss you off.
- Sure fucking does.

But I'm just a lowly CI.

My hands are tied
for the moment.

But as soon as I can,
I promise you,

I will mess his shit up.

The Albanians, give me names.

- I want names.
- I'll get you names.

And then we wrap this shit up,
right...

Mayor-elect?

I wanna move on with my life.

In case it hasn't sunk in yet...

Victor...

you'll get what you want
when I get what I want.

Hey, let me get a stack
on Manny Fresh.

Okay.

I love a woman
who can spot a winner.

♪ Spin the block
Ain't nothin' left ♪

♪ Look in my eyes ♪

Let's do it.

♪ Fire inside my veins ♪

♪ All this pain
Inside my brain ♪

♪ Carnage will look
Like a plane crash ♪

♪ Bitch nigga killin' season ♪

♪ These real niggas
Gettin' even ♪

♪ Pumpin' and squeezin'
Hollows leave 'em leakin' ♪

♪ These missiles
Are heat-seekin' ♪

♪ Slide ♪

♪ Face to face with death ♪

♪ Spin the block
Ain't nothin' left ♪

♪ Look in my eyes ♪

Yeah! Manny Fresh
takes the bag!

♪ All this pain
Inside my brain ♪

So what's up?

I want you to go
into business with me.

I see you out here
hustlin', grindin'.

But grindin' should be
left to the bedroom.

With me, you'll work smarter,
not harder.

Grinding's the game, though.

Work twice as hard
to get half as far?

To feel like you worthy?

Baby, that's a Discover card.

We got passports
and AmEx.

With me, we rise as a whole.

None of that crabs
in the barrel shit.

Damn.

You sound like you got this shit
all figured out.

Talk numbers.

Let's just say,

with my product
and your customers,

you'll be racing Ducatis
around a real track.

A'ight, here you go.

Thank you.

Hey, I know you.

You used to box, right?

Yeah. Shanti Showstopper.

Yeah.

You Jenard's bitch.

So you fuckin' with this

fiendin'-ass,
thievin'-ass nigga?

Baby, you coulda led
with that shit.

Yeah, I fuck with Jenard.

This nigga robbed me.

He stole my chain
my daddy gave me.

You best believe if I see
this nigga,

I'm puttin' his ass to sleep.

But you coulda had
a bright-ass future

if you weren't fuckin'
wit' that clown.

Think about it.

Ok.

Goddamn.

Che, if this a bad time
to talk about business,

we could always come back.

This is business.

- He disobeyed me.
- Ah.

Unpleasantries like this

is the cost of being
in business with me.

Well, this money here...

that's to pay for our recent
indiscretions on the street.

Wise decision.

Anyone who costs me money
is useless to me.

I meant what I said

when I told you I didn't want a-
a war in these Chicago streets.

If this mess interferes
with my business,

you'll pay.

We understand, Che.

Che...

Roberto Ortega ain't
the big, bad wolf.

According to our peoples,

he light on soldiers
and weak on product.

I don't think we're gonna be
hearing from him again.

I mean, sure, we took
a shot at him--

Enough of your words.

I need assurances.

Our business is good.

CBI, tell you the truth,

we ain't never cost you
one dollar.

You know what?

Triple our product.

I'm serious.

Let us flood
these Chicago streets

with that Estrada premium.

I'ma drowned out
any motherfucker

that don't fuck wit' us.

And if I cost you
even one penny...

Hmm?

...you do me
like you did that man.

Make it happen.

It's a deal.

That's a shitload of product.

Yeah, but we can handle
that much product.

Could you, Miguel?

- I can handle it.
- Tommy?

If you interfere
with my pipeline again,

I will feed your family
to my Cocker Spaniels...

alive.

Understood.

♪ If you ain't one of mine
My nigga, I'm dumping ♪

♪ That's the way we handle
This shit on this side ♪

♪ I done been in
Way too much beef ♪

♪ To start runnin'... ♪

Shanti!

Hey.

I stopped by Nicky's.

Got you that Big Baby burger
you like.

Fries too.

I know how you like it.

Oh, shit. Let me hit that.

♪ Bankrolls, rusted stove
Nigga, I seen it all ♪

♪ Hood doctor, cutting
My coke up with the Tylenol ♪

Mmm.

What's wrong wit' you?
Silent treatment and shit?

Babe, I called yo' ass
like three times.

I was busy.

I was makin' a ass of myself
with Manny Fresh.

I mean, shit, what the fuck
you was doing with her anyway?

I mean,
that bitch messy as fuck.

Did you steal her chain?

Hell nah.

That bitch told you I did that?

This isn't working out, J.

CBI, me sidelined,
cash-strapped.

And now my name,
by affiliation, is muddy.

It doesn't work for me.

You need some money?

I got you. Okay?

Fuck Manny.

We don't need her.

Where the fuck you goin'?

Shanti!

Come on, ba-- All right, damn.
Fine, fuck it!

I'll fix the shit with Manny.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Miguel.

Tus favoritas.

Gracias.

What brings you here?

Regret.

I, uh, wanted to invite
you and Tommy to dinner.

My Sundays without
you and Ama are hard.

I'd like that.

So you, me, and, uh...

Tommy...

we'll go to dinner.

Not my table just yet...

but a restaurant of your choice.

Good.

Then it's done.

You tell me when and where
and I'll be there.

- Tommy.
- You got 30 seconds, rich girl.

What?

Listen, we're burning through
coke and pills.

So instead of waiting
for your guys,

who stand out quite a bit

and who are often not prompt
and hang around too much,

I could pick up the drugs
from you--

So you suggesting
a change for us?

A lower profile.

Just a thought.

Don't think too much.

Sometimes it could have
unintended side effects.

Well, the point is,
we need more coke on hand.

Can you make that happen?

I can make it rain cocaine.

I'm like the Santy Claus
of powder.

You sure you ain't
samplin' the product?

- You seem a little jumpy.
- Well, I was up all night.

Oh, then maybe a bump or two
wouldn't kill you.

Be careful, though.

Gotta take care of yourself.

Remember those unintended side
effects I was talking about?

Making careless mistakes
is one of 'em.

You could die.

Don't worry.

I ain't got time
to kill you right now.

What's your name again?

- Elise.
- You got nice legs, Elise.

But if you don't wanna be
riding around in a wheelchair

for the rest
of your fuckin' life,

you gonna cut this bullshit out
right now.

We both drug dealers now.

That's what you wanted.

Remember?

Tell Claudia I said hello.

This better be important.

Indeed I am.

Get your people ready.

- What's up, Tseng?
- We have a problem.

Well, handle it.
The AG is on my ass

about these fentanyl deaths.

Stacy...

I'm sorry, but the judge granted

the defense's
motion to suppress,

and now Ortega's lawyers
are filing a motion to dismiss.

How the fuck
could you let that happen?

They don't have a reasonable
expectation of privacy

in an unoccupied warehouse.

Didn't you argue that?

Yes, of course I argued that.

And everything else
I could think of.

But the judge suppressed
the drugs anyway.

- It's out of my hands.
- Damn it, Tseng.

If you ever hope to first chair
another case in this office,

you'll get off of your ass

and figure out a way to keep
this goddamn case alive.

Yo, what the fuck
is you doing, bro?

It's me. It's me.

Shit.

- That your whip?
- What can I say?

I don't shine shoes anymore.

Yeah, bro.

What's happening, though, bro?

Shit, man. I'm over here
hopin' I run into you.

Yeah? For what?

You still got that chain
I sold you?

Bro, I been...

rockin' this motherfucker
every day.

I see. I see.

Yeah, um...

Let me buy it back from you.

Nah, bro. I can't even do that.

Oh, come on, Joey.

God damn, how much you want?
What you need?

Huh? What you need? A G?

Two? What's up?

I told you, bro, I'm straight.

Fuck it, then.

Cool.

Well, shit, I'm about
to grab these bags, dawg.

I'll holler at you.

All right, bet.

Wait. Hold up.
Hold up. Hold up. Hold up.

You 'bout to go get that
weak-ass dope from Yo-Yo?

Bro!

Man, fuck that
trash-ass shit, Joey.

Look. I got somethin' for you.

- What?
- That motherfuckin' kill.

This the shit that's been
puttin' niggas in the dirt.

That Asian shit.

Hmm.

You know what?
Don't worry about it.

You don't want it, man.
You know, it's all good.

- Don't even trip.
- Ho-ho-hold up!

Man, I'm just trying
to help my nigga out!

- What's up?
- Hold up!

Let your boy
get a motherfuckin' taste.

My man.

Come on.
Be careful with that shit, Joey.

Careful's my middle name, bro.

Oh shit, I can already
feel this sh...

Yo, Joey?

Joey? Come on, man.

Fuck. Joey?

Fuck.

Look, I told yo' dumb ass
to be careful, nigga!

Thanks for seeing me.

The old lady here?

Uh, she went to New York

to take care
of a couple of things.

She comin' back?

Are you saying that you care?

No, no, no.

I don't care. It's just that...

she owe me $20
for having me play her numbers.

Hey, I don't got that much time.

Then I'll get to the point.

That'd be good.

If you're in trouble,

I want to help.

What makes you think
I'm in trouble?

You said that you caught
another body.

Look... I said a lot of things
that I didn't mean.

You know, I was just
talkin' out my mouth,

but it was all cap.

None of that stuff was true.

Well, that's good to hear.

And I'm sorry for
calling you that word.

I didn't mean it.

We all say and do
a lot of things we don't mean.

I just want you to know...

that I'm here for you
if you need me.

All right. Well...

I gotta get going.

I'll hit you later.

You talk to that old lady,

tell her that she still owe me.

Be careful out there.

Tommy caught me.

I thought he was
gonna kill me.

The evil in his eyes.

- I'm sorry, Cloudy.
- Slow down.

Tell me everything.

Tommy's a fucking psychopath.

My mom has a friend
in the DEA's office.

I think I should
talk to him.

I need protection.
I'm not strong like you.

- Tommy's gonna kill me.
- He's not gonna kill you.

If he wanted you dead,
you already would be.

You don't know that.

You have people
in here watching your back.

Who do I have?

I'm sorry.

I've been locked in to survival
mode since I've been here.

Solely focused on staying alive

and getting out that I...

forgot to protect
the woman I love so much.

I'm gonna change that.

Thank you.

I tried to be strong.

But I'm alone out here, Cloudy,
and I'm scared.

You won't be alone for long.

I promise.

I love you, Elise.

I have one more card to play.

Tell me you'll wait for me.

Are you serious, nigga?

Come on. I ain't tryin'
to slide on y'all.

I ain't even on that, okay?
Look.

I'm naked, G.

This don't make shit right,
my nigga.

Comparative advantage.

Count it.

I was low on product, Manny.

It shouldn't have been you.

You treated me
like I was a pussy, nigga,

and you should
know better.

What you want, Manny?

You wanna hear me
say the shit or something?

I apologize.

But don't take my transgression
out on Shanti.

A'ight? That deal she gave you,
nigga, that shit was solid.

And I'll even sweeten
the motherfucker for you.

She ain't fucked up like me.

- I don't deserve her.
- Hey, the money is right-right.

All right, I won't take
yo' shit out on your girl.

'Cause she fine.

Might have to take her
from you, little nigga.

You always been funnier than
a motherfucker, I swear to God.

But look, I don't think
that "buy to try" bullshit

gonna work over here, baby.

You know I got my shit together.
Real dick.

- A'ight? Goodnight, baby.
- Get yo' ass outta here.

This nigga stupid.

Hey, Rashan?

Ohh whoops.

Get his arrogant ass up!

You know what?

You had a lot to say earlier.

Fuck you.

Fuck your mother.

What you got to say now?

You still wanna
walk away from us?

Speaking in tongues!

Now he's speaking in tongues!

There you go.

What you wanna do wit' him?

Drag him into the back.

No, no, wait.

Put him right under here.

Get your phone out.
I want you to record this.

King Kilo...

want a body for
the Mad Dog hit?

He gonna get a body
with the murder weapon.

Right here.

There you go.

You shoulda played ball, motherfucker.

Damn.

Let's get the fuck outta here.

What are you
thinking about?

At some point, I'm gonna
have to go back to my own place.

But... I can't get over
this view.

Or this penthouse.

Or you.

Come on.

I'm sure you've seen places
nicer than this.

What makes you say that?

I mean, look at you.
The job you have at your age.

You probably went to
the Latin School or some shit

that led you straight to
the University of Chicago.

All your friends
are probably rich

and live in places
better than this.

I went to the Lab School.

Yeah, same difference.

Let me guess, Mommy
and Daddy paid for it?

My mom cleaned homes.

Like this one.

And the only thing
my father ever paid for

was a bus ticket out of town
when I was three years old.

I'm...

I don't know who you think
I am, Jayson...

but you don't know me.

I wasn't...

I grew up in a trailer
in Mokena.

I had to take two buses
and a train

to get to school every day.

And the way I paid
for that school

was by getting a scholarship
that I worked my ass off for.

You're right. I'm sorry.

- I don't know you.
- You don't.

I'm gonna go.

Stop.

I don't know you, Rae.

But I want to.

Dance with me.

Excuse me?

Seriously.

You don't strike me
as a dancer, Jayson.

Well, you don't know everything
about me either, then.

♪ Keep me around ♪

♪ Why do you keep me around? ♪

Something's happening here,
isn't it?

Aren't you feeling it?

I am.

♪ Why do you keep me around? ♪

Meeting you has been...

I don't know, it's like...

the first time I've felt alive
in a really long time.

♪ 'Cause if you wanted to
Then, baby, you would ♪

♪ And if you needed to... ♪

Shanti!

I'm the man, baby.

I'm the motherfuckin' man.

Who the man?
Say I'm the goddamn man.

- Why you takin' so long?
- Why you yellin' at me?

'Cause... that Manny Fresh shit?
I handled it.

We in business wit' her.

Manny hates you. Literally.

Nope. Past tense.

I'm tellin' you. Baby, look.

I told her that unforgiveness
is the thief of profit.

What I'ma do next,

I'ma make Diamond
introduce us to Che.

Yes, ma'am.

Yes, ma'am.

- Okay, J.
- Mm-hmm.

- You did good.
- Yeah? I did?

- How good?
- Yeah, you did real good.

- Mm, real good? Mm.
- Mm-hmm.

I like real good. Mmm.

- Come here.
- You surprise me.

I wasn't expecting
to be surprised.

Oh. Okay. Well, let me
surprise you again

when you get up outta this.

Oh, shit. Hold on.

Yeah, I gotta go, um,
tap in with Diamond, baby.

Can't that wait?

I mean, you want me to keep it
funky wit' you?

Always.

All right. Look.
Me and Diamond?

We gotta figure out a way
to convince King Kilo

that D-Mac didn't kill Mad Dog.

- J, what the fuck?
- No, no, no, no, no.

Listen, I ain't got time to
argue with you about this shit.

I promise you,
if I make it back,

we gon' finish this situation.

And then what we gon' do is

we gonna figure out
the next steps.

Okay? And then after that,

girl, I'm 'bout to
huh, huh, huh, huh.

Mwah! Love you. Bye.

You promised me Egan

and you sent an amateur
to work him?

You Flynns exhaust me.

It's time for me to cut
my losses and move on.

The next time I see you
will be in a courtroom.

I can get you Tommy Egan.

I just can't do it
from in here.

You have to trust me.

Unhand me.

Hypothetically, I give you
the rope to entice Egan,

how do I know you won't run?

Because as soon as he learns
that I'm out on the streets,

he'll try and kill me.

And I'll be trusting you
to keep me alive.

I can't get him
on moving drugs.

He's too smart for that.

But we can get him
on attempted murder.

Use me as bait.

Why are you so sure
he'll come after you?

Because I took something
from him

he can never have back.

Testify against
Roberto Ortega too...

and I'll see what I can do.

Deal.

That's the nigga
that killed Mad Dog.

My people
say this is Rashan,

part of the coalition.

Leader of the SODs.

You told me it was a shorty
named D-Mac.

You right, Kilo, and-and-and,
look, nigga, that's on me.

That's my bad, okay?

Now, D-Mac was, in fact,
there the day of the shooting.

Right?

But when we did
our due diligence, bro,

I found out that...

Mad Dog was involved
in a lot of stickups.

One of those stickups
was Rashan.

This nigga robbed him
and his lady at gunpoint,

then took off
on Rashan's motorcycle.

You know how that nigga is
about them bikes.

When I pressed the shorty
that witnessed the shooting,

that little motherfucker broke.

A'ight? He said that

the only reason he said
it was D-Mac

is 'cause he's scared
of this nigga Rashan.

Then I confronted Rashan,

and this motherfucker
didn't even deny it.

He said that he had to lay
a Mad Dog down.

That's his words.

This arrogant motherfucker
still had the gun on him.

The same caliber as the one
on the news, nigga.

I'm gonna need confirmation
from the SODs

that Rashan was even robbed.

Oh, done.

That's done. That's too easy.

Hey, Kilo, listen.

If you still want me to whack
this little motherfucker D-Mac

just for good measure,

nigga, I'll do it.

I'll body this motherfucker.

That shit don't mean
nothin' to me.

What up, J?
What's the word on Kilo?

Man, bro.

It was scary hours in there

with that institutionalized-ass
nigga, but...

I think he's satisfied,
so business gonna continue.

Yeah. Damn.
Hell yeah, little bro.

You came through big
for me, man,

- and I appreciate you.
- I got you.

You know we couldn't have
done it without you.

That's it?

"Thank you"?

Come on, bro. I just pulled off
a fuckin' hat trick, nigga.

I got Tommy off our ass,
Kilo off our ass,

and I saved the bus--

And you will be rewarded for it.

Man, Tommy and I got plans--

Nigga, fuck Tommy.

I did that shit for us, D.

You know what, bro?
I'm out.

Your sister's gonna
walk free from prison today.

Are you out of your mind?

If everything plays out
the way that I want it to,

Egan will be history

and I'll get everything I want.

You shouldn't do this.

I'm not asking
your opinion.

Get me what I want.

Egan's reaction to this play.

Every move.

This conversation is over.

Stacy, we need to talk.
The judge--

Claudia Flynn is gonna testify
against Roberto Ortega.

She's being released from prison
as we... speak.

She's playin' us, Stacy.

We can't trust Claudia Flynn.

She's always been in service
of her own interests.

None of our careers can afford
an embarrassing misstep.

It's done.

And trust me, she will deliver.

She's motivated.

Well, let me help.

I can provide a list of top
names for Claudia's detail.

It's a black box
from here, Tseng.

But... if I pull this off,

I just may run for governor.

Hm.

Can't believe you guys did it.

Yeah, well, Rashan
couldn't believe it neither.

Welcome to the top, G.

What you did
will not be forgotten.

I hope so.

Look, what happened to Rashan,

can't nobody else
find out about it.

Yeah, vault of trust
works both ways.

We put a little something extra
in that bag for you.

For your grief and all.

I took care of your problem.

- I didn't know I had a problem.
- You did.

It's handled.

You good to be outside.

Oh, and D-Mac?

You're officially back on
with CBI.

You wasn't never gonna stop,
was you?

It's time for you to be
baptized into this life.

Just like Kanan did
for me and Ghost.

Who?

Eh, it's a story
for a different time.

But look.

You lock in with me,
and only me. You understand?

I got you.

Good.

Hey, Unc, you good?

Yeah. Just something
I gotta handle alone.

But when I call,
be ready to do work.

You about to earn
your street PhD, D-Mac.

There's levels to this game.

And you my family.

All right, come here.

Pick up.

- Pick up. Pick up. Pick up.
- Your call

has been forwarded to an
automatic voice message system.

Fuck!

Hey, it's me.
We have a problem.

Claudia Flynn is cooperating
with the feds.

She's agreed to testify.

♪ I'm back
In the field for the pennant ♪

♪ 'Bout to drill
Like a dentist ♪

♪ When it's real
I'm a menace ♪

♪ All facts ♪

♪ Grab your shield
And your weapon ♪

♪ Never kneel
For you peasants ♪

♪ If you squeal
I'ma knock 'em off track ♪

♪ Heed where you steppin' ♪

♪ You can bleed in a second ♪

Let's go. Let's go.

♪ Took a little second
To reload up all the weapons ♪

♪ If you didn't get the message
I'm back ♪

Time to go terrorize the devil.

♪ Tryna intercept my biz
I jump out whips ♪

♪ Wit' Sigs
That'll split y'all wig ♪

♪ Big bucks, movin' in Lears
And big trucks ♪

♪ Hear the blare of sirens ♪

♪ Try and move
With the blick tucked ♪

♪ What you mean? ♪

♪ Kid wishin' for a dollar
And a dream ♪

♪ Rarely on the scene
Only pull up to get cream ♪

♪ Magazines loaded high
And these ain't Eastbay ♪

♪ Shoot up your PJs ♪

♪ Think this shit
Is a sweepstakes ♪

♪ Shatter your weak phase ♪

♪ Lost data from leaked face ♪

♪ Bloody from head to feet ♪

♪ Under sheets
For Pete's sake ♪

♪ I'm back
Yes, I is ♪

♪ Call the coroners so they'll
Pick up all the mess I did ♪

♪ Inside gig ♪

♪ Tryna to intercept my biz
I jump out whips ♪

♪ Wit' Sigs
That'll split y'all wig ♪

♪ Big bucks, movin' in Lears
And big trucks ♪

♪ Hear the blare of sirens ♪

♪ Try and move
With the blick tucked ♪

♪ What you mean? ♪

♪ Kid wishin' for a dollar
And a dream ♪

♪ Rarely on the scene
Only pull up to get cream ♪

♪ Magazines loaded high
And these ain't Eastbay ♪

♪ Shoot up your PJs ♪

♪ Think this shit
Is a sweepstakes ♪

♪ Shatter your weak phase ♪

♪ Lost data from leaked face ♪

♪ Bloody from head to feet ♪

♪ Under sheets
For Pete's sake ♪

♪ I'm back
In the field for the pennant ♪

♪ 'Bout to drill
Like a dentist ♪

♪ When it's real
I'm a menace ♪

♪ All facts ♪

♪ Grab your shield
And your weapon ♪

♪ Never kneel
For you peasants ♪

♪ If you didn't get the message
I'm back ♪