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Hey, slow down.

Y'all gonna hurt yourselves.

Here, you forgot your keys again...

- Can I help you? - Mrs. Davis, I'm Detective Harper.

- This is my partner, Detective Viggiano. - Look, Deon ain't here.

All right, he ain't come home last night, and I don't know where he at.

So please don't bother asking. All right, we... We good now?

Oh, we're great, yeah.

Deon, not so much.

Deon's dead. We're here to search your premises.

Here's your warrant.

W-wait, hold up. Get the fuck out of my house, you motherfucking pig!

- What the fuck? - I want you to search the bedrooms first.

Hold up. Y'all tell me my husband dead, come in here, shit, and fuck it up?

Y'all got me fucked up.

Fuck all y'all motherfuckers!

Yeah, fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you too!

What do you want?

- Just wanna holler at you. - You can holler at my lawyers, man.

- Ain't like that, player. - You really wanna do this?

Here? Right now?

This ain't a business call. It's personal, man-to-man type shit.

Just want a few minutes, that's it.

- You on the clock. - All right, say no more.

I knew you'd be here today.

My mama, my big bro, they buried right up around that bend.

- My condolences. - Man, they been dead a long time.

I gotta focus on what's in front of me now.

- Yeah, me too. - I was thinking on my drive up here, man.

You were right.

Back at the gala when we first chopped it up and all that, I mean.

View Park, Baldwin Hills, practically cousins.

We are neighbors.

My dumb ass. I've been running around

trying to retrace your crimes for years to find you,

and you were right across Stocker the whole motherfucking time?

Our wives kicking it together, and all that.

Shit, man, another life, me and you, we could've been homies.

But then that had me thinking.

No matter how much we have in common,

our similarities end in one simple way.

You kill innocent people.

Like my trainee, Detective Manny Shaw.

That's the difference between men like you and me.

Men like me are the reason why men like you make a living.

- You a criminal. - No, I'm a job creator, see.

You spend all this time trying to prove I'm something other

than what people believe me to be.

But allow me to let you in on a little secret, Stiles.

You're not fooling anyone.

Hiding behind your badge and your loud street clothes out there

trying to impress the oppressed.

Your bravado and arrests, they can't hide the fact that I know who you really are.

A nigga with a gun.

A fucking thug in designer apparel.

- Look at you. - Like you?

Sure.

Like me, just not smart enough to do better economically.

Oh, that's funny, nigga.

I got over half a dozen medals and commendations for my career…

Stop! Stop! Stop talking like that.

You may act like a cop, quack like a cop, you may do cop shit, but you're not.

You're fucking cutthroat, just like me.

And there's nothing you can do to prove otherwise. You know how I know?

Killers recognize killers, Stiles.

You're one of us.

As a matter of fact, we're so alike,

you've been obsessed with me since the moment we met.

- Remember that day? - I think about it all the time.

Just like I said, obsessed. Look at you.

And now you're mad because I won. I'm fucking done. I'm out the game.

I'm about to spend the rest of my life on top of the world

while you watch all the way from the fucking cheap seats!

God bless, nigga.

I have a confession.

I lied.

There you go.

We do have some business to discuss.

See, I got some good news, and I got some bad news.

Good news, there's a light at the end of the tunnel, brother.

Bad news, it's a train coming at you.

LAPD!

We're executing a warrant for Coltrane Wilder and Wilder Holdings.

We got a warrant. Please step away from your station.

Do not touch any property or take it with you.

The business that we have to discuss, Mr. Wilder,

is that you have no business

and no money.

Everything is frozen.

Your pristine Jet Magazine cover lifestyle? Yeah.

Black history.

Your hood TED Talks you be giving to kids in the community?

Black history.

Your little secret crime clubhouse?

Black fucking history.

And it's all thanks to…

Deon.

God bless him.

Hey, hey. Hey, man, don't worry.

He ain't snitched. He burnt it all up.

I tried to bring him in.

Oh shit. You ain't hear?

You ain't know?

Deon, he ain't with us no more.

He with the dead homies now.

And next,

you'll be in cuffs.

Maxing out a life sentence

in 23 and 1-hour lockdown in a 180-yard prison.

Just like I told you.

Because I'm a man of my word.

No need to ask who's winning.

Check the scoreboard, nigga.

- This business is closed, sir. - Fuck it is.

You can't be in here.

Hey, stop asking her questions. She doesn't need to speak to you.

- Who are you? - Coltrane fucking Wilder.

Stop interrogating my receptionist.

- Tell me who the fuck is in charge. Now. - Keep turning this upside down.

Take every document regarding every transaction this company's ever made.

You heard the detective. Keep digging.

Okay.

Mm-hmm.

What we got? What we got? Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Great, look at this shit. Fuck this.

Mazel tov. Hey!

Find me my fucking evidence!

Our evidence. I brought you in on this, Stiles.

This is my case now.

- You're a real piece of work. - You don't have to do this this way.

- Ebony, you don't have to watch. Come on. - This is unnecessary. We know each other.

You don't know me. You know my wife. I know that your husband is a criminal.

That's the extent of our relationship, sis.

You think Coltrane's doing something illegal? He's not.

There's nothing here.

He's not the person that you think he is, and we haven't done anything wrong.

Ebony, you're giving me a headache. Look, you're playing in my face now.

'Cause either you deserve the Oscar or you straight dickmatized.

Excuse me.

Why are we going in this room? What are you doing? This is insane!

- What? Can you stop that, please? Stop. - There's a warrant in your hand for that.

Enough, Isaiah!

If you continue to interfere,

I will have to detain you outside on the curb in cuffs.

- He's got shit hidden somewhere. - Check the walls, Lieutenant?

Yeah.

This is excessive, Stiles.

Excessive is Coltrane Wilder and his co-Ds running around Los Angeles

robbing, killing people, police officers with impunity for years.

You're off the deep end.

Swim away.

Hit that shit.

We need to leave the country immediately and never set foot on US soil again!

Ebony, listen to me! Lemme tell you what happens when we leave.

We get an indictment and a conviction in absentia.

Then we're stuck overseas as fugitives for the rest of our lives.

Is that what you want, baby?

Have you thought about what life that is for a child?

Looking over our shoulders at every turn.

No, I can't have that on my conscience.

Right now… Right now the wisest choice is to stay the course.

The only way out is through, baby.

You saw what he did to Zahir's room?

That's what Stiles is trying to do to our life. Destroy it.

Destroy us.

I love you, Coltrane.

And I've always trusted your leadership to do what's best for our family.

But right now,

I need to figure this out on my own

before you end up like Deon.

Okay, so he's here, but they said they under strict orders.

- So we can't see him. - It's okay, Big Mama.

We're gonna be straight. I got this. I promise.

Yeah. All right, I'm on it. Hey, I'm gonna call you right back.

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, relax, relax, big man.

- I ain't here for that. - What the fuck you here for, nigga?

Ladies, I am so sorry for your loss.

I mean, none of us, we did not want it to go down this way.

Y'all are hurting. Y'all are in pain. So I'm here to offer my help.

We don't need your motherfucking help. You lucky my mama and granny here.

I'm gonna have the coroner let y'all back to see Deon

if Darren will talk to me for two minutes.

It's just 120 seconds of dialogue, and then y'all can say y'all goodbyes.

- Nigga, is you crazy? - Darren, baby, please.

Hey, Eddie.

Let's, uh, get that paperwork started on Gideon Davis.

I'm gonna let them back to see him. Alright, I'll sign off.

Would you like to follow me?

Mm-mm.

Mm.

Ooh, boy, your circle getting small, Stro.

Finna be a dot soon, nigga.

Yeah, I know that look.

Yeah, you so mad

you would just choke me to death right here, right now, huh?

Spend the rest of your life in a jail cell,

smiling once a day at the fact that you murdered me, right?

- Then what? - We'd be even, nigga.

That's your plan?

Spend the rest of your life in a jail cell or worse off, dead?

Tsk. Come on, man, I told you this is what would happen last time we linked.

- Don't wanna go out like your uncle. - Watch your fucking mouth.

I didn't mean it like that. I did, but just chill out, man.

Look, man, you got daughters. A man's job is to provide for his family.

And in order to do that, you have to be out here in the real world,

not in a penitentiary, not in a city morgue right here,

because I know something you don't.

Deon's blood was a direct match for the DNA we pulled off that detonator

used to blow the walls out of the jewelry store heist.

I don't know what you're talking about, bro.

Stro, come on, nigga, for real?

Dog, we know Deon was one of the four perps who pulled off that job

and killed those two men.

It's only a matter of time before I pin you and Chris Choi

as members number two and three, but buss it, I'm a benevolent nigga.

I'm willing to ignore members number one, two, and three

for member number four, your boy Coltrane.

Mm?

You give me Coltrane, I'll get you a proffer deal.

Low time.

It's no cap.

I can still give you and your family a way out of this.

But my offer, just like these streets, playboy, it's got an expiration date.

So don't fuck around.

Give me Coltrane.

We need to go now.

Let's calm down and think this out rationally.

Your nervous energy is not a net positive right now.

Now, you know the protocol for this type of shit.

You need to be thinking about

what an innocent man's wife would be doing, and go do that.

You're allowing your hormones and emotions to override your better judgment.

This is me exercising my better judgment.

For all of us.

Where you going?

I'm done listening to people tell me when to worry and what to do.

And by the way, I already contacted our lawyers.

If this doesn't get resolved soon, we're leaving.

Don't let your street smarts get blocked by your book smarts, Ivy.

You always call me Ivy League like it's an insult, but it's not.

I am a strong, smart, educated bitch, and the bottom line remains.

If you can't show me the way,

then you need to get the fuck out of my way.

Oh!

Oh my word. He did all of this?

Yes.

That's why I asked you to come.

Isaiah and his goons destroyed everything.

Just to make a point.

Your husband is the case that Isaiah's been working on?

Oh, Ebony, I'm gonna have to ask you this straight.

Is Coltrane a criminal?

No, Coltrane is not a criminal.

Did you know Isaiah was gonna do all this?

- No. - Exactly.

All I know is that whatever your husband is accusing Coltrane of, he didn't do.

Do you have any idea how much stress this is causing me and my unborn child?

I can only imagine, uh…

Well, then can you imagine that what I'm saying to you is true? Because it is.

I don't know what to believe anymore. I…

I know you're my friend.

And I know Isaiah, he's been acting out at home.

You know what I also know?

That I don't want him to destroy our relationship also.

Okay?

Sweetie, I'm so sorry.

Thank you, Candace.

I'm sorry.

- Is that Malik? - Yeah.

- Are you still seeing him tomorrow? - He wants to meet, maybe do coffee.

I just don't know where to suggest.

I know a place.

You've reached Dr. Candace Stiles.

Please leave a message.

Candace, baby, I'm coming home, uh…

I'm stopping by Amos's for a minute.

You were right. It's time to bury the hatchet.

What you doing here?

It ain't shit, just, um, heading home,

trying to catch Noah before he go to sleep.

Maybe… …enjoy a glass or two of wine with Candace.

Watch a flick or something.

I don't know, man, I was just…

I decided to slide through the hood, say what's up.

- What the fuck you doing? - Why the fuck you care?

You kicked me out your house on Thanksgiving, nigga.

Yeah.

In front of your family, Jimmy, and Otis and Gail's uppity asses.

- Nigga, all I was trying to do was... - Yeah, I know. I… I know.

I came here to apologize for how I acted.

Uh… I've been going through some things the last few years, and to be straight up,

it's... it's been rough.

I think I finally got this monkey off my back.

I won, Dad.

I got this motherfucker, and if I can just finish this,

then maybe I can spend some more time with my family.

Maybe I can be a better man for Candace and Noah.

Maybe I can find a way for me and you, you know, for us to…

get closer.

- I don't know, I'm just saying shit. - No, no, no, no, son.

You saying what's on your heart.

To be honest, I…

Mm.

I've been waiting for this moment for a while.

I prayed on it.

It's not too late for us, Isaiah.

I see you still got Josiah's chain on.

- I miss him. - Yeah.

I miss him a lot.

I miss him too.

And your mama.

Let's go inside and talk, man. Let's get the fuck out of here, you know?

- Just kick it. Crack some tall boys. - I… You know, I… I got…

- Trying to chill with my pops. - Isaiah. Isaiah!

The kickback's closed, niggas. Get out.

Get the fuck out right now!

Noah, get the fuck over here.

Smoking Zaza, huh?

Trying to light up?

Boy, I'm gonna light your ass up all the way home.

Get your narrow behind in that car.

Get!

My son, Amos.

I knew you never changed, man!

Slow down, boy. You coming in way too hot.

- Shit! - You don't deserve to wear this!

You never did!

I'm done with you, man.

I'm done supporting you. From now on, you're on your own.

What you expect me to do?

I expect you to go back to being the base-level street nigga

that you always was

so I could do what I should've done a long time ago,

and lock your loser ass the fuck up!

Noah, I said get in the car!

What the fuck is you doing?

Stiles offered me a deal.

What are you gonna do?

What am I gonna do?

This nigga Stiles could eat a fucking dick.

- Fuck him and fuck the LAPD. - Right.

For all I know, he the cop who shot Deon.

Matter of fact, he is the motherfucker that killed my uncle,

so fuck whatever that bitch-ass nigga gotta say.

- It's up for life! - I need you two to hear this.

You guys are my brothers,

and I promise you both we will make it out of this together.

Deon did not die in vain.

He died doing the most honorable shit any of us could do.

So now, we have to honor that.

Somehow, we gonna make this right, man.

Deon deserves that much.

And Stiles deserves much, much, much worse.

He's the motherfucker responsible for all of this.

For all of it!

He wants to take us out.

He already took fucking Deon out.

He took my money. He took my business.

He took my fucking reputation.

I swear on Deon's soul,

we're gonna take everything back from Stiles, everything!

And we're gonna take it in blood.

Hi, can I help you?

I came to tell you Deon was killed by the police three days ago.

No.

H... How?

I m... How do you know?

The police notified me.

- Claimed his body yesterday. - Notify? What?

Who are you? What is your name?

My name is Rena Davis.

I'm Deon's wife.

I didn't know.

Yeah, well, I've known about you for years, Melissa, so…

Mommy!

Hey. Hey, babies.

You know, he always wanted twins.

They look just like him.

Come in?

Yeah.

We're working on the arrest warrant for Wilder,

but we need you to be patient, Stiles.

Patient, man? Patient about what?

I brought you a 16-point buck on a silver platter.

Now it's time to kill it and mount that motherfucker on our mantle.

Nice to see you, gentlemen.

To what do we owe the honor, Breck?

I'm here to inform you all that I personally represent

Ebony and Coltrane Wilder in all legal matters.

My firm has poured over the basis for your warrants.

And I have to say,

guys, you really screwed the pooch on this one.

Your chain of both command and evidence

are compromised by Lieutenant Stiles' overzealous police work.

All of your findings are circumstantial.

At best, everything you have is fruit from a poisonous tree.

And at worst, the LAPD, city, and county are looking at a nine-figure lawsuit

that my firm and I cannot wait to file.

Ebony and Coltrane Wilder are innocent,

and any further actions will be met with my firm's full force and might.

You've been put on notice.

Good day, gentlemen.

Uh…

What the fuck? All right.

Fuck Randolph Duke and his brother Mortimer.

- Let's get this arrest warrant going. - You know who that man is?

His name is Breckinridge Peters.

And we need to adjust our strategy.

What? What strategy? We've won already.

We've won nothing. Nothing. I've never beaten Breck in court.

What are you saying, Malik?

He's saying you did a good job,

but he can't give you an arrest warrant yet.

What? I got you the drugs.

I got you the money. I got you Deon Davis shooting cops.

Yes, and we still aren't there yet. Our searches have garnered us nil.

The narcotics division is still up my ass about the burnt-up warehouse,

which has yet to produce anything of use.

Meanwhile, the city has spent hundreds of thousands of taxpayers' dollars

and countless hours of manpower on your case.

As they should!

Because we are dealing with murderers!

What the fuck else do you want from me?

We need you to calm down and start acting like a rational adult for once.

I can't give you an arrest warrant with what we have.

Especially with Breck and his firm as their primary counsel.

Hey, hold up, man.

Wasn't you Mr. Man of the Year at that Wilder-sponsored Black Illuminati gala?

- You in on this shit with them too? - That was your wife's idea.

- What the… - Enough, Isaiah!

You in control of your report here, Jimmy?

You think you know it all, but you don't know shit, boy!

I have a mind to take you to that alley out back

and squabble up with your insubordinate ass.

Get the fuck out of here.

That's a goddamn order.

Your boy's out of control.

I know, but…

Yeah, but come on, over some weed?

He ain't have to cut you off like that, Grandpa, he a real asshole for that.

No, he do too much.

And he snatched your chain off your neck. What was that about?

And how you gonna pay your bills now? I'm… No, I'm just saying.

- Nigga. - Easy.

Easy, I come in peace.

Stiles, as much as I hate to admit it, you actually did a great job back there.

I mean, linking the wire to the shell companies, to the warehouse,

to Deon's suicide mission… Mwah!

Chef's fucking kiss.

You know, one might actually think that you're good at this shit.

The problem is, we need hard evidence.

How far are you willing to go, Stiles? You need to catch Wilder in the act.

Smoking gun in hand.

- By any means. - So now you want me to do me.

You slap cuffs on Coltrane Wilder legally,

and I'll make sure everything that you did to get there is fair play.

For real?

For real.

Get the fuck away from me.

- I'm here with a peace offering. - What, Stiles?

I got word from my snitch in Wayside that Coltrane Wilder and his crew

put out a hit on your CI.

I do not know who your informant is,

but a green light's been authorized on him.

I fucked up a few days ago, Marc.

Trying to make up for it now.

Before it's too late.

How do I know it's even real?

How do you know it's not?

If I was you, I'd check up on him.

In person.

Thanks for meeting me here. Are you safe?

Of course I'm safe. I'm always safe, bro.

That's good, that's good, because you still owe me.

- I already did my job. - That shitshow doesn't count.

That fucker burned down the warehouse along with all the fucking evidence.

Look, I can't catch, clean, cook, and serve the meal.

- You have to do something. - The program hasn't changed, aper.

Until we catch the big fish, you're still my bitch.

Well, I got one for you.

- Keep talking. - The person who set up the whole deal.

The middle man.

I need a name.

I'll tell you that once I've done some damage control

and I know things are back to normal.

Well, you better make it snappy and beef up security.

Because according to my source, that pill crew's coming for you.

Okay.

I'll add more men.

What the fuck you doing here, homey?

Your buddy Marc's CI is Andrei Malakian.

Okay, what else you got for me?

I looked up Andrei's rap sheet in the system.

He comes from a high-level Armenian crime family, the Kurdjians.

They're into everything.

From narcotic distribution to sex trafficking, extortion.

Didn't their soldiers kidnap that Alvarez girl?

If I were Coltrane Wilder, what would I want right now?

To leave town.

No, I'd want revenge.

We need to find out where Andrei's holed up

and lay on him until Wilder's crew comes for him.

- I can follow Marc again. - No, no, no, that won't work.

I know a really bad guy who owes me a really big favor.

- I'll get my coat. - You gotta stay here.

Brinkley, if anything goes wrong, it'll be just me on the line for this.

You did great work. Proud of you.

No, for real, I'm proud of you.

Now get out of here.

Yes, of course.

Of course I'll help you select the next Baldwin Hills Cares Man of the Year.

- That'd be an honor. - Oh, thank you so much.

Of course.

I am so excited that you are excited.

Mm-hmm.

Honestly, I was a little nervous for a second.

- Why would you be nervous? - Oh, I have so much going on in life.

You know, at home with…

I did see Isaiah today.

- Oh. - Is he all right?

Huh…

Are you all right?

Come on, it's okay. You know you could tell me.

I'm a safe space for you. I always have been.

It's just… Isaiah hasn't been himself for, like, the past two years.

More so, like the past few months.

This case he's working, it's just... It's pushing him over the edge.

I don't know how much more I can handle for my sake or the sake of my son.

Okay, how about this?

I can't help you with Isaiah, but I can help with Noah.

Why don't you let me mentor him

through the Baldwin Hills Cares Stewardship Program?

That way, he can have a positive Black male role model

who's consistent in his life.

Oh yeah, that would be wonderful, actually.

Noah really could use some balance in his life right now.

- Of course. - And honestly, so could I.

Andrei Malakian.

I need to know where he's holed up at right now.

It's a matter of life or death.

I love a high-stakes situation.

Cuéntame. Tell me more.

You're at war with the Armenians.

What I am asking you for

may be of mutual benefit to both your organization and mine.

You are aware, if I do this, we're even.

I know.

- Business is business. - Negocios son negocios.

Give me until tomorrow. You'll have your information.

Whoever's responsible for this shit,

we're gonna put them in a backwood and smoke 'em.

I know who's responsible.

That foo' Andrei.

- The Armenian? - Mm-hmm.

I followed him from his crib in Glendale like you told me to.

That piece of shit ain't just hot.

He's an informant for narcotics, maybe even robbery homicide.

This whole shit was one big setup from jump.

He's giving them your guy, the one who gives us the jobs.

Andrei lined us up to steal that load and get popped.

He's the real reason Deon got killed.

Who do we focus on, 'Trane? Andrei or Stiles?

Both of them. We're gonna up the score on each one of these motherfuckers.

I have a way for us to fuck over Stiles and Andrei same time and get away clean.

Because these two don't get to win. We do.

- What's the plan, bro? - We're gonna hit Andrei. Hard.

Three-man team, going strong through the front, direct and deadly.

Shit, nigga, you know I'm with it.

What if the cops come? They're probably watching him, right?

Then we hit them too, with overwhelming force.

Cops, they not ready for that.

The only issue is, each minute we're still on the scene, more cops will come,

and they become the overwhelming force.

So if we do bang it out, we do it strong and succinct.

Hey, man, look.

You know I'm ready to ride for my uncle and for us.

But I gotta make it home to my family too.

Now, we gonna do what we motherfucking gotta do.

Whatever it takes, whatever we face, I don't give a fuck, nigga. It's wartime.

I'll kill Andrei, Stiles, and the whole motherfucking LAPD if I got to.

But I'm making it home to my babies, bro.

We all making it home, brother.

Andrei back in Glendale?

Nah, he didn't return to the house. And all of his bodyguards are gone too.

Might've been spooked by his handler. He knows we're coming.

I'm glad he knows we're coming. Let him live his last days in fear.

I'll find out where he is. Just be on go when I send the word.

A toast.

To Deon.

He was my best friend.

He was my heart.

A gentleman among gentlemen.

King amongst kings.

Killer amongst killers.

We love you, and we miss you.

Salud.

- Love you guys. - I love you, bro.

Yeah, man.

Love you.

- I love you, fam. - I love you, man.

He's been on a lone wolf mission.

All he cares about is his case, and…

And I can't keep up anymore.

- I'm worried about him and myself. - Yeah.

And I'm sorry it's come to this.

Isaiah's clearly only thinking about doing what's best for him and only him.

So right now, you should do what's best for you.

I knew something was wrong with Andrei, and I didn't follow my gut.

- I really fucked this one up. - Not only did you fuck up.

But you put us all in danger. Ebony included, Charlie.

Ebony included.

- And you got one of my men killed. - I should've listened to her. To you.

I should've listened to Ebony too.

I'm just as culpable.

We've both been off our game as of late, but that shit ends now.

We need to locate and kill Andrei immediately.

I know he stays in multiple places, but I need to know where he'll be later.

Not tomorrow, today.

Andrei's been there since last night.

It's a safe house for some of his money, but he's got a lot of muscle up there.

Kill that motherfucker, Coltrane, and make it back home to my sister.

I'm sorry about Deon.

Are you?

You're going in three strong. You're gonna need a wheel man.

I've got a plan for that.

Just so you've been warned, shit's gonna get real fucking live.

Hey, Amos.

Remember me?

Coltrane?

From Lancaster?

What the fuck you doing here?

- What are you, a plumber now? - Nah, man. I, uh…

I'm here to see if you down to make some money.

Real money, right now.

Yes or no?

Our numbers are already programmed.

Choi.

Mm?

Just like old times.

Say, OG, why you rolling with us?

- Thought you was done with this life. - I was.

You can thank my uppity son for me being back in the game.

All I got is SSI and WIC. That shit ain't cutting it.

Nigga gotta eat.

Say less.

You know what?

You need something bigger.

Oh.

Oh, this some real nigga shit right here.

- This is Stiles, who's this? - Ernesto. I've got your info.

- Write this down. - Hey. Mitchell.

The Centurion, Century City.

If anything goes sideways, you never spoke to Don Miguel, understand?

- Let me hear you say it. - I understand.

A-ha. Yeah, Cruz, round up the cavalry.

I know where Wilder's gonna be at, boy.

You bugged your wife, bro?

- Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa. - I spotted Candace's necklace.

- I wore one of those working Vice. - I'll replace it with the real one.

I used to believe in you, Stiles, but now…

I don't know.

- Come on, Cruz. - Can't you see?

Look, all you got is me, Sealey, your wife, and God,

and half of us are done with you.

Real talk. I put in a partner reassignment request today.

I can't do this anymore.

You gotta handle your shit yourself.

I'm not going down with you.

Yvette.

Fuck it. I'll get Coltrane myself.

- I'm coming. - No, no, man. I'm gonna find someone else.

You have no one else.

Fuck it, I'm in.

What the hell?

I may not like you, Stiles, but I'm old-school police.

I'm not gonna let my partner ride solo.

I'm in too.

I'm down to ride, LT.

- What's the plan? - Let me call my wife first.

Let her know I'll be home late tonight.

Me too.

Huh.

All right.

Meet me in the garage in five minutes.

Bring your vests and a big fucking gun.

- Copy. - Got it.

You heard that, Cerullo? A big one.

Hey.

I know where your boy Stiles is headed.

You owe me for this.

Can I help you?

That gun is real and loaded.

Follow my directions like your life depends on it, because it does.

You're not faster than a bullet. Come here.

Come here.

Put your hands down.

Down. Relax.

Walk with me.

Maintenance room.

- Clear. - Clear.

Fuck, fuck. Fuck.

What the fuck is that?

Wait, hold up! Hold up, hold up!

We can work this out.

Whoever sent you here has no idea what they're doing.

This is bigger than you think.

We're the ones you fucked over in the ketamine.

Minus my uncle, who you got killed, bitch.

Whatever you think happened… it wasn't personal.

It was simply business.

I…

I don't even know you guys, bro.

Think about it.

How can I fuck you over if we don't even know each other?

Now, my condolences on the loss of your family member,

but the fact remains, this has all been one big miscommunication.

And if you were so inclined to let me go right now,

I would, in turn, be inclined to forget you even came here

and left with $16 million dollars that happens to be in the next room.

Mm?

It's not too late for everyone to get what they want.

You want compensation for your hard work and considerable loss, and I want to live.

It's a win-win.

What the fuck? Come on!

Fuck this personal shit, bro! Let's do business!

I'm not gonna kill you, Andrei.

Thank you.

You won't regret this. Now, give me a fucking cigarette.

Stro.

Turn his TV off.

No!

Pussy.

Leave the gun here.

Stiles' father's prints are on it.

Old man's gonna take the fall.

Stiles is fucked.

How much did we get?

- Sixteen million. - Ah!

AARP can kiss my Black ass!