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[upbeat hip-hop music plays]

♪ ♪

[narrator] Previously on Raising Kanan

[grunting]

You just need to fucking tell me what you want.

[Raq] What I want is to even the score, nigga.

Who's supplying your horse?

[Traymont] You want my heroin connect?

My wife's cousin is dead.

- Please, no! - [silenced gunshot]

[Quân] And whoever did it is still walking the streets.

[Raq] We'll find him. It just might take a minute.

Everything with you takes time.

I heard about the Golden Pavilion.

It seems like those of us in business with you

are now being attacked.

I'ma handle it, just like I'm handling this.

[detective] Mr. Barnes' body was found in his apartment.

We're not suggesting you're a suspect in any way.

We're just wondering.

Andre was my lawyer.

We talked shop. That's all.

And all I see is me doin' nothin'

while Raq out here takin' my fuckin' money.

Let me see them fuckin' hands, nigga.

Common enemies can make for some real good friends, Teresa.

[Teresa] You are right. Someone has got to pay.

You go talk to him.

You tell him Sal's wife sent you.

My name is Mara, by the way.

Laverne.

[Lowell] You and Imani will work together.

I need you two on the same page.

I thought you understood, Kanan.

I'm done fighting like that.

[Kanan] What'chu mean, done?

Dr. Hannom said there's still something you could do.

He said nothing I do will change anything.

Is that guy creeping?

- Ignore him. - What? You know him?

He's my husband, technically.

What the fuck happened to you?

Somebody put hands on you?

[gunshot]

[dramatic music plays]

Where's Famous at?

Marvin been sayin' he left town or somethin'.

[Kanan] It's a lot of talk.

And I don't know what to believe.

[Captain Baptiste] We can help you, Shawn.

But you need to help yourself.

[Lou-Lou] She said they moms went to the police.

What you think?

'Cause everything I'm thinking right now

is real fucked up.

[Rileyy] ♪ I'm a hustler, baby I'm a hustler, baby ♪

[50 Cent] ♪ Yeah, I know Heartbreaks, setbacks ♪

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

♪ Make money Make, make, make money ♪

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

♪ Beef with the best of 'em ♪

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

♪ Checks, I'm collectin' 'em ♪

♪ Check, boy I'm finessin' 'em ♪

♪ Bag Supreme Boy, you fuck around ♪

♪ Put a big bag on your head ♪

♪ Before the weather break You're dead ♪

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

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

♪ Re-up, we up G'd up, what up? ♪

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

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

Ha ha. That's right.

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

♪ Your heartbeat pacin' ♪

[Rileyy and 50 Cent] ♪ And it's all right ♪

[50 Cent] ♪ That's how We do it on this side ♪

♪ Niggas get to it On this side ♪

♪ I know heartbreaks Setbacks ♪

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

♪ Hey, hey ♪

[Rileyy vocalizing]

[objects clattering]

[Grown Kanan] Thing about remembering

is that shit don't play like it's some fuckin' movie.

Ain't what you seen and heard.

It's what you was feeling too.

[Olga] You're gonna kill him!

Where's my fucking money, Shawn?

[Young Famous] I didn't take it!

I swear!

[Olga shouting indistinctly]

[Young Famous grunts]

[Grown Kanan] And them old feelings hit way harder

than all that other shit.

Take your brother! Take your brother.

You must be crazy, bitch.

[Olga panting]

[Grown Kanan] 'Cause that's what memories is.

The fucking feelings.

You lock your door and don't come out.

Got it?

[Olga] Please, no, no!

Luis is gonna hurt mama.

Mama's okay.

You lock your door and get into bed,

and stay here until I come back.

[tense music playing]

♪ ♪

[lock clicks]

[Grown Kanan] Remembering come from your heart,

not your head.

♪ ♪

[Olga whispering] Shawn.

[Olga] Shawn, Shawn, Shawn.

Wake up. Wake up.

Come on.

We have to go.

[winces] Ah. Get dressed.

We need to leave.

Be very quiet, okay?

♪ ♪

Shh.

I left my toy!

What the fuck are you doing?

Where your mother and your sister?

Where'd they go?

Where the fuck are they?

Get away from him!

[Luis grunting]

Come on!

Run! Ah!

[engine turns over]

I'ma kill you, bitch!

I'ma kill you!

Gonna slit your fucking throat!

[Olga] Vámanos! Go!

[Grown Kanan] Good memories can keep a nigga warm at night

when he ain't got nothin' else to wrap around him.

And them bad memories will grab you

by your fuckin' throat, cut off your air.

Remembering can hurt you just as bad as it did

when the shit happened for real.

Breakfast is tomorrow at 7:00,

and they keep the food out until 9:00.

After that, all we really have available is coffee and juice.

Uh, one of our social workers

will meet with you in the morning

and go through more of the specifics.

Until then, here are your beds.

The bathrooms are over there.

There are full showers with soap, shampoo, and towels.

If you need anything, just go up to the front desk.

There'll be someone there all night.

Take a breath.

You're safe.

Thank you.

[soft music plays]

♪ ♪

It's a lot nicer than I thought it would be.

Hey, Mama.

It's okay.

[crying]

We don't have nothing anymore, mija .

I'm scared.

[Young Famous] You have us, Mama.

And don't be scared,

because I'm going to protect you.

I'm always going to protect you.

[sobbing]

[Grown Kanan] But as hard as remembering can be...

...forgettin' is way fuckin' harder.

Ms. Figueroa.

When I came here to report my son missing after five days,

you told me to come back after three weeks.

When I came back after three weeks,

you said to wait two months.

Now it's three months, and my son is still missing.

I don't think "missing" is the right word to use here.

"Running" is more like it.

There's a warrant out for Shawn.

It seems pretty likely that his disappearance

is a choice on his part.

[Olga] Shawn wouldn't run.

He was talking to you.

He was telling you things you wanted to know.

He was gonna turn himself in.

We're looking for Shawn, Ms. Figueroa.

You can be sure of that.

'Cause as far as we're concerned,

he's a fugitive, not a missing person.

But if you're really worried

that there's some foul play involved here,

you should go talk to Kanan Stark.

'Cause if anyone knows what happened to your son, it's him.

Kanan is Shawn's best friend.

Kanan Stark is a rough kid who's into

a whole lot of bad things.

Being his best friend is dangerous business.

[ominous music plays]

They've known each other since kindergarten.

We got a saying around the precinct.

Oldest friends have the deepest scars.

♪ ♪

None of the spots got product.

Barrels showed up empty.

Well, you call over to Terry or David?

David didn't know nothing about it.

Terry wouldn't take my call.

Couple restaurants still got some shit

left over from before, but most of 'em dead.

This motherfucker Terry is costing us money.

Like I told Irwin that doing business with us

is like being married.

I guess I'ma have to go have that same talk with Terry,

because he's still fucking around out here.

And this is exactly why I ain't got

no ring on my finger, Marvin.

'Cause niggas don't listen until they come home

and find all of they shit out on the front lawn.

Police came by the other day.

Somebody put down André Barnes.

- Fuck out of here. - Yeah.

I thought the worst shit that can happen to a lawyer

is a paper cut.

Why they talking to you?

Me and him linked up for coffee the night he got killed.

They just tracing his footsteps.

André got us out a whole lot of shit.

Yeah, he had connects all over.

[tense music plays]

Gonna miss that nigga.

♪ ♪

No doubt.

Crew keepin' they eyes open?

Nobody seein' shit.

Just 'cause they ain't see it don't mean it ain't out there.

We can't afford to get hit again.

And still no idea who it is.

One of these thieving niggas just

got put down where the trucks at.

This kid that used to work for Raq.

She's saying he's just a soldier, though.

He ain't smart enough to be behind this shit.

It don't take a genius to tax a dope spot.

But it take a bold motherfucker.

She sayin' that nigga ain't him.

Yo.

Not that it's got shit to do with me,

but what's going on with this cash

you keep takin' out the business?

I know your moms got to be wondering why our profits is

getting' so thin.

And then she do any sort of math at all,

she gonna realize that money gone missin'.

You right.

It ain't got shit to do with you, O-Cee.

And you don't need to worry about my moms

doing any sort of math,

because our books, that's our business.

She ain't askin', and we ain't tellin'.

I'm just saying that with the price increase

your moms put on us, we cash poor right now.

And inventory is slim as hell.

We almost out.

If you need money, say that.

Look, man.

As far as work goes, Raq says she getting us

a new supply at a better price.

Everything else is on me, not you.

You keep doing what the fuck I tell you to do,

you'll be a'ight.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

[Mara] They think it was a home invasion.

Someone forced their way in.

Aaron fought with them,

and then whoever it was shot him.

So nobody saw nothin'?

[Mara] It's a quiet building.

Everyone keeps to themselves.

I'm gonna ask you something,

and I know it's gonna sound crazy.

And I don't want you to take it the wrong way.

You didn't have anything to do with it, right?

Me?

You serious?

[Mara] It's just that the day it happened,

you asked me where Aaron lived,

and I gave you his address.

Yeah, but I said that

so that if he grabbed you up like that again,

I would know where to find you.

I was just asking so I could keep you safe.

I didn't kill nobody, Mara.

Right. Right.

I'm sorry.

That was an insane thing to even ask.

My head is all over the place.

I'm just--I'm...

...so fucked up right now.

I get it.

Shit's crazy.

[Mara] You know what's even crazier?

I haven't slept better in years.

Well, that's not crazy at all.

[Mara sighs]

[soft music plays]

It's such a relief that he's gone.

♪ ♪

I wished him dead so many times.

Am I an awful person for that?

No. No.

Just somebody who's had enough.

[singer] ♪ So what you need to know ♪

♪ I keep it on the low ♪

♪ I'm always on the job ♪

♪ To receive the dough ♪

♪ And these crooked cops ♪

♪ They got me irate ♪

♪ My brothers From another mother ♪

♪ Change your mindset ♪

♪ I hope you see the vision ♪

♪ I'm talking with your eyes ♪

♪ Then repeat the mission ♪

♪ Ain't no telling lies ♪

♪ You all need to listen ♪

♪ So we could rise ♪

♪ Or we gonna be in prison ♪

♪ From all this crime ♪

♪ This for every individual Who works at a minimum ♪

♪ Go back to the... ♪

They're good, right?

They okay.

They were "Unsigned Hype" in The Source a few months back.

Beats are tired.

That's where you come in.

I thought you told me you was gonna show me

the future of hip-hop.

These fools is the past.

Night's still young, Lou.

[singer] ♪ And we won't stop ♪

♪ Till we digging gold, ma ♪

♪ Among the people here ♪

♪ We never finished trying ♪

♪ 'Cause you know we're here ♪

♪ And you need to stay put ♪

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

You want some help?

Wait.

How you taking this off? Fast or slow?

What we doing?

Whichever way you want.

Either way works for me.

Then fast.

Wait.

[chuckles]

Fuck it, slow.

Yo, I said slow!

You gotta take it easy.

This shit tender.

They taught us to do some first-aid in basic.

When you on them front lines, ain't time to do shit gentle.

Aw, this ain't fucking Irait or Viet Cong.

[laughs] Kuwait or Vietnam?

There too.

Your stitches look good.

We still ain't talked about what happened.

What happened?

Your friend's man, Juke.

What we did.

What you did.

Hmm. There's nothin' to talk about.

I'm okay.

You sure?

I mean, you sleeping at night?

'Cause, you know, these kind of things can--

can cause nightmares.

It's not easy.

It was you or him.

I'm just saying that if you need to talk--

The police think it was a robbery.

And my friend's actually happy that he's gone.

So, as far as I'm concerned, we did a good thing.

Maybe that Army shit

got you comfortable with killing niggas.

Hmm.

If I'm comfortable with it,

it ain't 'cause of the Army.

♪ Get up ♪

♪ I'ma pick it up ♪

♪ Spitting villain, my cipher ♪

♪ I grew up in life ♪

♪ With true survivors ♪

♪ Raw and righteous ♪

♪ Covered in gas As I walk through fire ♪

♪ You was running away ♪

♪ I was flicking my lighter ♪

♪ True rebel, next level ♪

♪ Hard-hitting Like heavy metal ♪

♪ I pick emcees apart ♪

♪ Simple as rose petals ♪

Uh-oh.

White boy got some flow.

Nobody really knows about him.

So how you find him then?

I'm not sharing my trade secrets with you, Lou...

...at least not yet.

[singer] ♪ Get up, get up ♪

♪ Get up, everybody ♪

♪ Get up ♪

[suspenseful music plays]

♪ ♪

[door creaking]

[rapper] ♪ You better run ♪

[all] ♪ When we coming at ya ♪

♪ Better get your gun ♪

[all] ♪ When we coming at ya ♪

♪ Yo, who's coming at ya ♪

♪ It's easy to do A nigga greasy ♪

♪ Like Mama's fried chicken ♪

♪ So don't play a victim ♪

♪ A gangsta, believe me Don't care about the needy ♪

♪ Liquor's in the system Somebody's going missing ♪

♪ I'll match ya Don't try to play ♪

♪ I'll wait And catch him after ♪

♪ AK spray, God damn I did it faster ♪

♪ Don't want smoke ♪

♪ You a ghost Just like you're Casper ♪

♪ I'll blast you The scene is a disaster ♪

♪ Can't copy my posse ♪

♪ I'm ready for the war ♪

♪ Shotty to his body ♪

♪ Now he laying on the floor ♪

♪ Sloppy in the lobby ♪

♪ Just to even up the score ♪

♪ John Gotti with the tommy ♪

♪ So I give a nigga more ♪

♪ Spraying, now you see him Laying on the ground ♪

♪ Praying EMS is Waiting for a sound ♪

♪ You better call A church or the pastor ♪

♪ Death comes to all ♪

♪ When we coming at ya ♪

♪ You better run ♪

[all] ♪ When we coming at ya ♪

♪ Better get your gun ♪

♪ When we coming at ya ♪

♪ ♪

[singer] Yo, man.

We did that shit.

[singer] Yeah, nigga.

Yeah, we killed that shit.

So...

these niggas can spit.

What they names again?

Draw Down Disciples.

Turns out you might not be that bad

at this A&R shit after all.

Nicest thing you've ever said to me.

Guess I better slow my roll then.

Fellas.

Where your brother at, David?

I don't know where Terry is,

but how can I be helpful?

You can be helpful by telling us why the fuck

our dope's sitting on your loading dock

instead of moving to these restaurants.

I can understand why that'd be frustrating for you.

I apologize.

Jesus!

[whimpering]

Fuck your apology.

You and your brother fuckin' with our money.

And that's not something that you wanna do.

Look, I'm willing to accept that you and Terry ain't

fully understand who you was getting into business with

when you signed up for this shit.

But now you know, which is why fucking with us

like this is a real bad idea.

After the attack here, Terry is scared.

That's all.

We had a little stutter step with that robbery,

but we good now.

So I need the work we got left,

the shit that we brought back up in here to move.

I'll talk to Terry.

We'll fix this.

Our work got to go, David.

Because if it don't, you and Terry

gonna be talking to that dead mother of yours

face to fuckin' face.

Make sense?

Perfect sense.

Very perfect.

I'll tell Terry right away.

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

Gonna have to have another one of them talks

with the big brother.

'Cause that fool in there ain't about shit.

I don't know if threatening him again

about that shit with the young girl gonna do it, though.

I mean, Terry tougher than he look.

Then you get tougher.

'Cause we can't have these motherfuckers

pressin' pause on business.

But don't forget, though.

We ain't gonna be able to find nobody else

to move this work like they can.

So press hard, but not too hard.

'Cause when you done, we still gotta work with them.

Word.

♪ ♪

The police said you might know where Shawn is.

So I'm asking you as his mother,

just please be honest.

Because not knowing is worse than anything.

Which police told you that?

Was it Garcia?

[sighs] Ms. Fig, he's lying to you.

I told you on the phone earlier when you called,

I don't know anything.

I'm just as worried as you are.

We both are.

Round the way, people saying Fame bounced on his own.

I don't believe that.

Fame wouldn't just up and leave

without telling us like that.

[sobbing]

[phone ringing]

Let me get this right quick.

Hello.

Where's my son?

I need to find my son!

We all do.

I'm sorry, Ms. Figueroa. Me and Juke gotta go.

[tense music plays]

It's a family emergency.

Go. It's okay.

♪ ♪

But we gonna see you again.

And we're gonna find Famous.

If somebody did something to him,

we're gonna find them too.

Come on. We gotta go.

[Olga] Dinner!

It's time for dinner,

and you need to eat it while it's hot!

What's going on in your closet?

Nothing.

Then why are you standing in front of it like that?

I'm not standing in front of nothing.

What's there, Shawn?

Just my clothes and shoes and stuff.

[Olga] Mmm-hmm.

[speaking Spanish]

He followed me home, Mom.

And I didn't know what to do.

And he was all alone, and I couldn't just

leave him out there, 'cause that's scary.

And he ain't got no family, and it's brick outside.

And his fur ain't thick, so he was gonna get sick.

I told him you wasn't gonna let him

keep that ratty-ass dog.

Who said he couldn't keep him?

Can I, Mama?

For real?

'Cause he ain't got nobody else.

And I named him and everything.

And he's learned it, so it's, like, official now.

What's his name?

Hulkster, like Hulk Hogan.

'Cause he tough like that.

Aww. [laughs]

He's gonna be your responsibility--

feeding him, taking him out, walking him.

It's all on you.

I don't want to have to chase you about none of it.

You won't.

I'll do it, all of it.

You won't ever have to tell me to.

[laughs]

Thank you. Thank you!

I love you so much, Mama.

[sobs]

[indistinct chatter]

Heard you were dead.

I am.

Easy, Capone.

You know, being dead'll make a nigga cranky.

[singer singing in Italian]

♪ ♪

[Phil] Out of love and respect for Teresa Boselli,

I'm not putting a bullet in your head.

But that's as far as I'm willing to extend myself here.

Look, man.

Raq Thomas tried to kill me, took my business,

and put my brother down.

She also murdered your guy, Sal.

I'm about to be fucking up every piece of her life

and grab back those blocks.

I was wondering if you wanted in on that action.

Oh, what a generous offer.

Don't suppose the fact that

Raq's backed by Stefano Marchetti

and the Queens boys has anything to do with you

showing up here, hat in hand?

My hat is on my head, nigga.

Look, I'm here because it never hurts

to have partners in crime.

And it goes without saying that messing with Raq

is like messing with Stefano in New York.

I know you want some of that.

You don't know shit.

What Teresa don't know that I do is at the end,

Sal wasn't no fan of yours.

Look, me and Sal, we had a...

misunderstanding, miscommunication.

Was on different sides of a disagreement.

But what I can tell you is, he was right.

I was wrong.

But look, man, I'm here today on the humble,

and I'm willing to admit my past mistakes

to get shit right here in the present and future.

Never heard nothing about that Black broad

trying to whack you.

That is definitely something I would have heard about.

The fuck would you know about

what happens in Southside Jamaica?

Now, who would know better about who tried to kill me?

Me or you?

I don't answer your questions.

You answer mine.

And you sure as hell don't ever talk to me that way--

if you want to keep breathing, that is.

I'm just saying, man, you all the way out here.

How you gonna know about

what's going on in the Southside?

You don't get to be where I am without keeping

your ear to the streets.

Now, you got a big plan, my friend,

to go with all this big talk?

'Cause from where I'm sitting, you ain't a great bet.

You been elbowed twice.

Why would I ever stake you for a third go-around?

'Cause ain't nobody out here know this game better than me.

Well, you played the game, and you lost.

Maybe it's time you try a new sport.

[laughter]

I'm the fucking MVP.

I just need a team around me.

You're right. You do.

'Cause all you got right now is a hard-on for revenge

and a fucked-up attitude,

neither of which is remotely close enough

to justify me backing you against Stefano and New York.

Now, you show me you could build an organization

and put together a real plan, then maybe we could talk.

But until then,

why don't you get the fuck out of here?

[tense music plays]

Fuck off me, man.

What's wrong with you?

I just said, don't touch me, man!

Eh.

♪ ♪

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[panting]

Ooh.

A'ight.

Ooh.

Whoa. Sit down. Right here.

Anything hurt, Grandma?

Everything hurts.

- What happened? - Ooh.

I don't even know.

I was walking.

Next thing I knew, I was on the floor.

Mm.

Who are you calling?

I'm calling you an ambulance.

And who gonna pay for that?

Me. That's who.

And I ain't got that kind of money.

Just take me to my room.

Grandma, how we know

you didn't mess something up when you fell?

What you think I messed up inside me

that's worse than cancer?

We don't know, which is why I'm calling this ambulance.

You do what you need to do.

I ain't paying for all that.

We just need to make sure you a'ight.

Hello?

Yeah, my grandma just fell.

I think she's hurt.

♪ ♪

So I reached out to Draw Down's manager.

He says they're interested in sitting down with you.

What about white boy?

He's a little trickier.

His mother is looking after his career,

and she's a prominent lawyer at Sinclair,

which is a pretty serious firm.

Any deal with them is gonna be complicated.

But I think I know how to handle her.

We went to the same college.

What school y'all go to?

Brown.

I also took classes at RISD.

Double majored in Africana Studies and film.

RISD stands for "Rhode Island School of Design,"

R-I-S-D.

Did you go to college or music school or anything?

You know, shit, I did.

I went to RISD too.

Rikers Island School of Drama?

RISD.

R-I-S-D, get it?

What are you doing tonight, Lou?

Chillin'.

Going to the studio or something.

Want to get a drink?

I don't drink.

Then how about we skip drinks,

you come over to my place,

and I show you my record collection?

[soft music plays]

You RISD girls don't fuck around, huh?

We really don't.

♪ ♪

[beeping]

Fuck.

It's my mother.

I'm gonna have to circle back on you.

I'm sorry.

Did you think I wouldn't notice?

Your last payment to me was at the old price.

You were short the increase we agreed on.

I ain't agree to shit.

You don't need to.

You just need to pay it.

Fuck's with you, Quân?

You messin' with me for the hell of it,

or I do something to you?

Truth is, I don't really give a fuck either way,

but I want to know.

You're messy.

Your businesses get hit.

Your people die, and you sit on your hands.

When I move, I move with a plan and a purpose, Quân.

You do.

Unique's body's not even cold yet,

and yet you step in and take over his business.

[tense music plays]

Unique may have been limited in his vision,

but I respected him.

He was like me, a man of his word.

You lack honor.

How the fuck are you a man of your word

when your word don't mean shit?

We agree on a price.

You change it because you missing 'Nique

and all of that respect you got for him.

To get respect, you show respect.

You lookin' for a man of his word.

Well, I'm just lookin' for a man.

A nigga with heart.

And that ain't you.

'Cause this some bitch shit.

I met with your son.

Nice kid.

I hope you're better at being a mother

than you are at business.

Fuck you.

We're done.

I'll let Stefano know that I'll no longer be

supplying your operation.

You know the way out.

[beeping]

And there'll be some bruising, which will be uncomfortable

for about a week or so,

but she should make a complete recovery from the fall.

She is significantly weaker, though.

It's getting to the point where she needs round-the-clock care,

either at home or in a facility.

[Lou-Lou] What happened?

This is our Uncle Lou.

I have other patients to see.

So I'll let your nephew bring you up to speed

on the specifics.

The good news is that Mrs. Thomas did not

suffer any serious injuries.

The larger issue, however, is more complicated,

and I've explained it to your nephew.

And if you have any questions, just call my office, all right?

Word.

Thanks.

This cancer's fucking her up, fast.

She's gonna need someone at the house to look after her.

I'm a lot of things, but a fuckin' nurse--

especially her nurse-- ain't one of 'em.

Ten minutes in, I'll be fuckin' drinkin' again.

We gotta hire someone.

Call your moms or Marvin?

Didn't hear back from Raq.

My dad's on the way.

Where Grandma at?

At least let me get this credit for being here.

I'll take you to her.

I told you I would reach out to you

when I was ready to continue our conversation.

Well, you and me, we on different timelines, Hafiz.

And if this ain't gonna work out between us,

then I need to find somebody else quick.

Can't wait on you.

In theory, what you are proposing is compelling.

But before we'd agree to anything,

I'd need to meet with your other partners.

I need to know that they're also

amenable to this arrangement.

Because it is my understanding

that there are territorial concerns in Queens.

And no one knows better than an Afghan

that the bloodiest wars of all

are fought over territory.

I can set up the meeting.

But I need you to understand that this is my deal.

I run this shit.

People get real mealy mouthed and mesmerized and shit

when they bump up against these Mafia motherfuckers.

But you fuckin' with me and only me.

Ain't nobody going around nobody.

You speak like somebody who has been betrayed.

And I move like somebody who been betrayed too.

[tense music plays]

I'll set up this meeting.

♪ ♪

You call that room temperature?

I'll get you another one.

You know, you stronger than you think, Marvin.

Hmm.

Your sister got you thinkin' you limp and shaky,

but you're not.

Never thought I'm limp and shaky, Ma.

I don't want my son

feeling compromised in any way.

You wasn't raised like that.

They give me this morphine for the pain, you know.

'Cause this cancer hurts.

[somber music plays]

♪ ♪

No--no doubt.

I'm sorry for that, Ma.

[sighs]

Wouldn't take nothing to...

give me too much, you know?

Too much, I just go to sleep.

You sleepy, uh...

just try closing your eyes.

I'm not talking about that kinda sleep.

There ain't nothing left for me on this Earth

but pain and suffering, baby.

I already got my fill of that.

I'm asking you to do your mother a mercy.

Help me go.

Save me from all of that hardship.

The doctors and nurses give you them drugs.

You--you gotta ask them.

You know they ain't gonna do that, Marvin.

That's why I'm asking you.

You my oldest child.

I'm your mother.

We supposed to take care of each other.

How can I get my hands on

what you need to do that?

I already got it.

I bought extra off one of these nurses.

[exhales]

[Joyce] End this pain for me, baby.

Please.

♪ ♪

Let me go get this water.

♪ ♪

[exhales]

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

So what you know, man?

Y-you got a tissue or somethin'?

Hay fever.

Use your fuckin' sleeve.

What the fuck do you know?

[sniffling]

It sound like Raq got beef with that Quân nigga.

He been raisin' the price, so she lookin' for new supply.

What about Kanan?

I swear, it's not even the pollen

that's fuckin' me up.

It's--it's mold.

Nigga, I will blow your fuckin' brains out.

Kanan's skimmin'.

Not sure what he plan to do with it,

but he takin' every week.

♪ ♪

Guess it ain't really stealin'

when you takin' from your moms, though.

All right, now get the fuck out my car.

Now, nigga!

This you?

I don't know what that is.

It's full of money.

So you didn't leave this in my mom's mailbox?

Why the fuck am I gonna leave money

in your mom's mailbox?

'Cause you feel guilty 'cause you killed 'Nique.

And now you're trying to make yourself feel better

by taking care of me and his son.

And this not even the first one we got.

We've been getting these for months.

For the last fuckin' time, I didn't do nothin' to 'Nique.

And I guess I'ma have to scream the shit

from the mountaintops, 'cause don't nobody believe me.

'Nique had a lot of friends.

Maybe one of them was doing right by him

by doing right by you.

And the last time I checked, a grip of free cash

ain't nothin' to complain about.

Ain't nothin' free in this world.

You know that just like I do.

♪ ♪

You don't wanna walk away from me, Terry.

You're right.

I want to run away from you, from you and your sister.

You know what they say, though.

You can run, but you can't hide.

Show my wife the photo.

I don't care!

I prefer divorce to death.

You're only saying that

'cause you ain't never been dead before.

I've never been divorced either.

I should have gone to the police.

But you blackmailed me.

Not anymore, though.

If you don't leave me alone,

I will tell them everything.

[Marvin] That's crazy talk, Terry.

You don't ever want to say that.

I will say whatever I want.

I'm not scared of you!

And I'm certain the police won't be scared

of you and your sister either.

You playin' with fire, nigga.

I'd rather play with fire

than be in business with you and your sister.

[gunshots]

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[singer] ♪ I wanna explore your body ♪

♪ Tonight ♪

[soft R&B music playing]

So, you gonna show me your vinyls?

Your record collection you said you wanted me to peep?

Do you not know women at all, Lou?

That was just a lie I told to get you in my bed.

That shit worked.

It always does.

Oh, it's like that?

It's really not.

In fact, it's been a while

since anybody's seen my record collection.

You know what I'm saying?

But I'm a sucker for talent and a pretty face...

...and you got both.

It's been a minute for me too.

I know you were with Famous' sister.

Is that over, or...

[laughs]

You serious?

It's been over.

You been doin' research on me?

When I'm interested in something, Lou,

I want to know everything.

If you got questions about me, you ask me.

Can't trust the shit these fools be talking about.

I just have one other question, Lou.

Can you run it back?

♪ ♪

[singer] ♪ Tonight ♪

♪ I'm giving That first-class lovin' ♪

[bell dings]

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

I see you!

[dramatic hip-hop music playing]

♪ ♪

[singer] ♪ We ain't playin' 'Round here ♪

♪ ♪

♪ We ain't, we ain't ♪

[car horns honk]

♪ Ashes to ashes Dust to dust ♪

♪ Injustice everywhere So you just hang tight ♪

♪ You gotta duck From the one time ♪

♪ It's crunch time On these streets ♪

♪ Like you getting' punked In the lunch line ♪

♪ Old-school tactics So theatric ♪

♪ How the rollers load up Always causing static ♪

[bodega owner] I saw you run in here, you little bastard.

[ominous music plays]

I saw you going in there!

I'm gonna-- [groans]

My brother's already calling the police.

Oh, no.

♪ ♪

You don't need to see him like this, Ms. Figueroa.

We found his ID on his person.

We're waiting on the dental records,

but we are certain it's him.

I want to see my son, Detective.

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[singer vocalizing]

♪ ♪

I--I can't.

I can't. I'm--I'm sorry.

Get out of my sight.

I can't bear to look at you.

[scoffs]

Marvin's sorry.

Marvin's sorry.

Marvin's sorry.

Marvin's sorry.

Marvin's sorry!

♪ ♪

[suspenseful music plays]

♪ ♪

Thought you were dead.

Been getting that a lot.

I was scared, Shawn.

I didn't know what else to do.

That's why I told you to leave.

You were right, though.

I was acting like a clown, and...

[sighs]

...I'm not gonna do that again.

And I'm not gonna tell you to leave again.

[soft music plays]

♪ ♪

I got into a lot of stupid shit, Ma...

♪ ♪

...shit I wish I never did.

I can't undo it.

Don't think about that now.

You're home.

I love you, Ma.

I love you too.

Where did-- where did you hear that at?

You sure?

[scoffs]

[phone clatters]

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[Famous] ♪ Thinking about Catching bodies ♪

♪ It changed my life done ♪

♪ What's the 411? What's the 411? ♪

♪ I thought the streets Was ill... ♪

[Grown Kanan] Fuck you want me to say?

That he deserved it?

[Irma Thomas' "Wish Someone Would Care" plays]

That Fame was never built for this shit

in the first place?

I don't give a fuck about none of that.

You only get one best friend in your life,

and mine's is dead.

That shit hurt...

♪ Sitting home alone ♪

...and gonna stay hurting.

♪ Thinkin' about my past ♪

[Grown Kanan] So don't look to me for no words of wisdom,

♪ Wondering how I made it ♪

'cause I ain't got nothin' for you.

I'm sad, nigga.

And you should be too.

Now leave me the fuck alone.

♪ And failure's always there ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Time, time waits For no one ♪

♪ And I wish ♪

♪ How I wish someone Would care ♪

♪ ♪

[vocalizing]

♪ Yeah ♪

[vocalizing]

♪ ♪

♪ Some folks Think you're happy ♪

♪ ♪

♪ When you wear your smile ♪

♪ ♪

♪ What about Your tribulations ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And all All of your trials ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Smiles ♪

♪ Smiles hide lots of things ♪

♪ ♪

♪ The good, the bad The hurt ♪

♪ All of this goes too ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And I wish ♪

♪ How I wish ♪

♪ How I wish someone ♪

♪ Would care ♪

♪ ♪