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(dramatic music)

(people chattering)
(ball bouncing)

- [Smuggler] I'm free to go?

You shouldn't be out here
harassing the good guys.

I don't know nothing about
no crime scene,

no suspects from Memphis.

But uh,

I hope you find who
you looking for.

Have a good day.

- [Jay] Don't stress.

Shit.

I mean if they knew something
we both be in handcuffs.

Just stay silent.

The less you say, the
less they know.

(papers lightly rustling)

(Judge Parchman sighing)

(papers lightly rustling)

- District Attorney
Frank Tiller.

We've had several hearings

on the matter pertaining to Mr.
Wright,

and I've been waiting,

patiently I might add,

for you to explain why we
continue to hold him in custody,

unconstitutionally.

What charges are we
moving forward with?

- Well, Your Honor, we've
discussed having ample time

to have enough evidence to bring
forth our official charges.

Now I've been working
hand in hand with Det.

- Counsel.

Counsel, please.
- He's the lead Det.--

- No one is guilty until
proven innocent.

You've far exceeded your time

to detain him without an
official charge.

You've presented some
strong accusations,

but a motive and compelling
evidence, sir, you have not.

I have no reason to
move this case forward.

- Your Honor, I understand.

We know exactly who we
have in custody here.

Mr. Wright, oh,

Mr. King JBoi,

we've been begging for
your understanding in this,

Your Honor.

I'm.

(Frank sighs)

It's just the situation
just got a little bit more

complicated than we
all anticipated.

We need just--
- Complicated?

Listen, Counsel, the law
is complicated.

Quiet as kept, you sound
more like a fan

than the district attorney
doing your job.

There are constitutional rights

that I have sworn to
protect, for all citizens,

including Mr. Wright,

who I understand has
been under surveillance

for several years

due to suspicions for

potential connections
with drug cartels.

But you have presented
zero evidence

to support those claims.

And the murders?

There is no direct evidence
connecting him to those.

I have to be honest, Counsel,

I can't continue to support
this act of tyranny.

It's unconstitutional.

- Your Honor.

We can prove that there's a
history between Mr. Wright

and suspected shooters,
Tae and G.

We just need sufficient
time in order to find them

to make the official
connections.

- Fairytales and unicorns,
Counsel.

Until you have the evidence
submitted to this court,

there is no case.

But make no mistake Mr. Wright,

I make no claims to
your innocence.

However,

I commit to you this,

you will have a fair
and just trial.

We'll reconvene in a few days
after the district attorney

has been able to prepare
a more compelling case,

or I'm gonna grant Mr.
Wright his freedom

until we have an actual case.

Until then, this
court's in recess.

(gavel thuds)
(upbeat music)

* Aye *

* Talkin' 'bout *

* Aye count what you
got there huh *

* Switch up the grind *

* Run at the nose
lil hood baby *

* Lil hood baby *

* Moved out the hood *

* Like fuck all that drama
lil hood baby *

* Lil hood baby *

* Pulled up in front *

* I spent that lil check
lil hood baby *

* Lil hood baby *

* Stay grippin' the Glock *

* Like what you expect
lil hood baby *

* Lil hood baby, lil hood baby *

* Lil hood baby, lil hood baby *

* Lil hood baby *

* Straight out the block I ran
up a chick, lil hood baby *

* Lil hood baby, lil hood baby *

* Lil hood baby, lil hood baby *

* Lil hood baby *

* Straight out the block I ran
up a chick, lil hood baby *

* Lil hood baby *

* I count up what come straight
out the block, I earned it *

* Block, I earned it *

* All of this stressing, roll
up the pack and burn it *

* Pack and burn it *

* Focus and grinding and
waiting my turn *

* It's time now, it's time now *

* Still fucking with shooters *

* They load all Glocks *

* Say hi now, say hi now *

* Talking about money
I'm sounding familiar *

* I know I'm repeating
it, I know that you *

(gas pump beeps)

- [Passion] I thought
that was you.

- Passion?

- [Passion] Yeah bitch, it's me.

- Hey, what's up?

What are you doing in Atlanta?

(Passion laughing)

- That's a long story.

I'm assuming you haven't
heard about your boo, ex boo,

fighting a case.

- Jay?

- Yeah, my homeboy.

I'm always there for him.

- Homeboy, huh?

- It ain't even
nothing like that.

But what's ironic is

I'm here with him and
I'm running into you.

It's cool.

I'm just speaking facts.

But you should go see him.

I mean, I understand y'all's
situation and what y'all had,

but go see him.

He really needs to get
back in his space, so.

Or not.

Oh, and always, loyalty
is everything.

Remember that.

(turn signal ticking)
(engine purring)

(lighter lightly clicking)

(car revving)

(birds chirping)
(cars revving)

- What the fuck is so important?

- It don't fucking matter.

The problem is that you don't
answer your fucking phone.

You avoiding me, motherfucker?

- Avoiding?

Do you not remember the
little gangster stroll

you took me through
the park nigga?

Huh?

- You must forget who
you work for.

Wait, you thought that
wasn't planned?

Know your role, okay?

You a cop.

We can't trust you without
blood on your hands.

- My hands?

- Ain't that what I said?

As far as I'm concerned,

you killed Lake to prove
yourself to Jay.

I just so happen to be there.

I'm pretty sure the judge will
be more concerned of the fact

that you didn't arrest me.

- Man, fuck you.

- Yeah, I'm not the one
in a fucked up position.

You see, Jay's in jail.

And to the public it looks like

you've made a career
making arrests.

Problem with that is,

you arrested the
motherfucker you work for.

But we all know you
ain't set that up.

You see, HeavyHand
just made bond

and he hasn't talked to
Jay in a couple of months

since he got home from jail.

You just came in the picture
a couple of weeks ago.

So in my eyes, you still a cop.

- And, what the fuck
is you saying?

- Look bro.

I'm saying when he's finds out,

he's gonna try to tie up
all ends to get Jay hung.

And if I were you,

I would try to make friends
with him before he finds out.

Or not.

It's your choice.

But I think I know him a
little better than you do.

- So when he supposed to
be getting out?

- Yeah, tomorrow.

But look, we still have a
chance to catch up with him

before somebody else
try to give him

a different side of the story.

I don't have a loving
relationship with him either,

so this affects both of us.

(Officer Hart sighs)

(car purring)
(people faintly chattering)

(people faintly chattering)

(floor and chair creaking)

- Hey Jay.

I, I know you're probably
surprised to see me,

but I just wanted to make
sure you were okay, myself.

(people faintly chattering)

They tell me they're holding
you here with no charges.

And they're probably listening

so I don't expect you
to say much.

Or anything at all.

Look, I don't need to
know why you're here.

But I know you're a good person

and you don't deserve
to be in this situation.

Look, I have some people
that I can speak to

who can help guys

like you.

I just wanna be there for you
like you were there for me.

(people faintly chattering)

(lighter clicking)

(people faintly chattering)

(basketball bouncing)

- Hey man, don't I know you,
man?

- You don't know, ol' G.

(upbeat music)

(pen clicking)
(upbeat music continues)

(Lailah knocking)

(upbeat music fades)

- Come in.

Hi.

- [Lailah] Hi.

- Attorney Ashley Tillman.

What brings you in today?

- I've never actually had
to attain a lawyer before.

So, this is all new for me.

- I get it.

Well, you can start by telling
me what you need me to fix.

- Well, I have this
childhood friend.

- [Ashley] Mm hmm.

- Actually, boyfriend,
actually, childhood boyfriend.

And he--
- Oh, okay.

I got you.

So bae got into a
little trouble.

- Bae?

Excuse me.

- I mean, am I right
or am I right?

- Listen, this is somebody
that I really truly care about,

but not somebody that
I've been dealing with.

Look, I just wanna make
sure he has somebody

who's in his corner and has
his best interest at heart.

That's all.

- All right.

Well, here are my intake
forms for retainment.

My fees are at the bottom.

You can show yourself out.

Thanks for coming in.

- Listen,

I know you probably get a
bunch of baby mamas in here

trying to get some petty
drug dealer outta jail.

But let's be clear.

This is not that.

- Well have a seat.

(upbeat rap music)

* Aye count what you
got there huh *

* Kink you did it again *

* She love the way I talk *

* Say the game gone miss me,
miss me *

* Made it break a lot *

(loud rap music)

- [Driver] Heavy Fingers!

(Diego speaking Spanish)

- Fuck your police
ass want nigga?

Huh?

I's free now, massa.

You can get the fuck out my
motherfucking fade nigga.

I'm tryna catch me up vibe.

Nigga unless you got a
motherfucking fire

you trying to put in my
pocket again.

Old bitch ass nigga.

- What?

What you want a cookie nigga?

- Huh?
- Heavy Fingers,

look, we need to talk man.

- Man, what the fuck you doing

with this motherfucking
nigga here, man?

You a motherfucking
rat or something nigga?

- Look bro, it ain't
even like that.

We just need to talk to
you before Johnson does.

- Man, look,

fuck you,

fuck a motherfucking Johnson

and fuck your
motherfucking ass too nigga.

We shoulda left your bitch ass

on the table with marking nigga.

- I don't know about
all that shit.

But I do know if your ass
don't get right,

you gonna be right back in
prison sitting next to Jay

nigga.

- Man, fuck your
bitch ass nigga.

- Oh man.
- Fuck you talking about?

(car purring)

- Good afternoon.

(Ashley sighs)

(purse thuds)

(paper rustles)

- Hey, how you doing?

- Well I see that you're
busy, so I'll make this quick.

I'll be representing
Jeremy Wright.

I believe that you all refer
to his alias, King JBoi.

- Wright?

When did this happen?

- I was recently retained.

This is a developing
client relationship.

- Well, that explains your lack
of knowledge about the case.

There is no case.

So I don't see why he needs
any legal representation.

- Exactly.

Why would he need any
representation?

Especially if there aren't
any official legal actions

taken against him.

However, Mr. Wright is
still being detained

while you all conduct
your investigation.

And Counselor, you and I both
know that that is illegal,

in so many ways.

So, maybe you could provide
me with some information

so I could get a better
understanding

of what's really going on here.

- Well, Judge Parchman
seems to agree with you.

- As he should.

(Frank sarcastically chuckling)

- So I'm still wondering

why your representation
is necessary,

but hey, that's none
of my business.

Um,

now he hasn't said a
word to anybody

since he's been detained,
even his cellmates.

So who was it that paid
for your retention again?

- Now, Frank,

you know information like that

falls under attorney
client privilege,

and some things I just
prefer not to say.

- Well, Tillman,

you're very protective over a
known, a well known criminal.

I got nothing for you.

- Well see now,
that's interesting

because it seems like now
I need to be questioning

the integrity of the court,

if he's really being held
without charges.

- Damn man, your girl
be tripping.

- Man, don't mind her man.

- Well, what's up with you man?

What you been working on?

- Shit, really man, just
stressed out man.

That judge finally set
the boy free, man.

- Yeah, sound about right.

You heard about
HeavyHand getting out?

- Man, yeah, I heard that
little fat fucker got out man.

He knows to stay clear of me.

- Yeah, me too.

- We really need to find
something

to stick to that boy Jay.

Get his ass next.

- Man, that do make sense.

(cell phone dings)

- For real.

Hold up.

Who dis?

Ah shit.

James say he might got
something for us.

- For real?

- Mm hmm.

- What'd he say he got?

- Shit.

He say he still working on it.

Huh, but as soon as he get
back to me, I'll let you know.

- Okay, bet, that's a bet.

Well shit, I'm gonna
get up outta here bro.

- All right bro.

Show you later.

See your ass in court man.

- Aight, next time I see
you better have a suit on.

- [Detective Johnson] Aight.

(Detective Johnson and
Officer Hart laughing)

- [Officer Hart] Ol'
fat motherfucker.

(Officer Hart lightly knocking)

- Hope it that bitch.

- Oh hell, y'all niggas.

Thought y'all were that bitch.

Got me with Frick and
motherfucking Frack.

- Why didn't you tell me
y'all was getting a lawyer?

They haven't even
pressed charges yet.

And all they gonna do is keep
digging deeper and deeper.

- Fuck is you talking about?

Ain't paid no
motherfucking lawyer, fool.

- Well somebody did.

I was at court earlier
today for another case

and decided to stick around

to see what was happening
with the DA office.

Come to find out a attorney
is representing them.

- Like I motherfucking said,

I don't know nothing about
nobody paying no lawyer.

- Well somebody did.

And let's say you didn't.

But if he hasn't talked
to you or anybody else,

somebody is speaking
on his behalf

and me and you is
unaware of the shit.

(Officer Hart sighs)

Look man,

unlike you, I like my
motherfucking freedom

and not knowing who on the wall,

that sound very fucking
dangerous to me.

(Officer Hart chuckling)

I thought you was his
right hand man,

mister second in command.

- Look nigga,

I'm gonna show you what
motherfucking danger.

You standing in my
motherfucking fade

and you done sent me to the can.

I don't give a about your
freedom nigga.

- Whatever.

- Whatever?

What?

Sheriff Andy Griffith.

Now who is the fucking
lawyer anyway?

- I heard her name was
Ashley Tillman.

But your ass don't even
need to say too much

and she don't even need to
know who the fuck you is.

So just chill.

Look man, I gotta get
back to the court.

Aight?

- Listen, I'm gonna straighten
out who paid that lawyer.

And you, you high
yellow motherfucker.

You go see that lawyer

and you let that bitch know

we ain't taking no
motherfucking deal.

Now y'all get the fuck
out my fade nigga.

- [Officer Hart] Whatever bro.

- The fuck out my fade.

(footsteps stepping away)

(light dramatic music)

(heavy bass music)

(cell phone ringing)

(birds chirping)
- Hello?

- [Diego] Lailah?

Or Mrs. King Jboi.

Or whichever you prefer.

- Who is this?

- I'm a friend.

I just want thank you
for helping our friend.

I want to reimburse you.

- Wha?

- [Diego] The money is
already under the sink.

(birds chirping)

- How did you get in my house?

- I wanna send a message to him.

I mean, no harm.

- Hello ma'am.

That's your coffee.

- Thank you.

(Miss B speaking in
foreign language)

- There's someone at the door.

I just see.

- [Miss B] Excuse me, sir.

How can I help you?

- [Shame] Man, I wanna hear

none of this shit.
- Excuse me.

Excuse me, sir.

- [Shame] Get your damn
hands off me.

- [Miss B] You just cannot
get inside like this

without permission.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

You just cannot burst
into my office like this.

- [Shame] No, I'm sorry.

I just need a moment of
your time, okay?

That's it.

(Ashley sighs)

- It's okay, B.

- Are you sure?

I couldn't go.

He cannot just get inside
like this without permission.

- All right B, okay, it's fine.

I got it from here, thank you.

- You gonna stretch
my jacket out

I still, I gotta take
this back to the store.

Get your damn hands off of me

before I have to set
your ass straight.

Look, I need to know
what your connection is

on this case you took on.

Mr. Wright?

Yeah, I know all about that.

- And who are you?

- I'm everything but a
co-defendant.

But listen, I ain't really
come here to play with you.

Just know it's your job
to keep them from digging.

Yeah, I don't give a
fuck who paid you.

All I need you to do
is do your job

and get him out, okay?

No deals.

- Judge Parchman.

- Yes, Counsel.

- Listen, I understand your
commitment to justice for all

and I share that oath with you

and I just want to keep in
mind public safety first.

- Frank, public safety
is always the priority,

but we're not gonna start
sending innocent men

to jail on assumptions.

- [Frank] But Detective
Johnson has actual evidence

that can confirm all of
our suspicions.

- Yes, yes, that's true,
Your Honor.

I have a CI working a murder
case of Jay's ex-drug dealer.

We can potentially get
enough evidence to place him

or someone close to him at one
of the scene of the crimes.

- Like I said, gentlemen,
when you have real evidence,

I'll reconsider.

Until then, I plan to
dismiss this case tomorrow

and order the immediate release

of Mr. Wright when we reconvene.

- [Frank] We'll have more
than enough evidence by then,

Your Honor.

- We shall see.

No reason to discuss further.

(cars purring)

(Officer Hart spits)

- Hey! Mr. Police!

You too scared to be
out here without a fire.

- Man, why the fuck y'all
strolling at nighttime

looking like y'all
kidnapping kids nigga?

- Hear this fuck nigga man?
(HeavyHand laughing)

Don't you know we like
to kidnap kid.

Fuck 'em in the ass.

Throw 'em over the bridge.

That how it is nigga.

And I don't mind
putting that fire

on a motherfucking 12 either.

- You better watch your
motherfucking mouth nigga.

- Yeah.

Or what?

Nigga.

The only reason I'm dealing
with your motherfucking ass

'cause bro say you

got blood on your
motherfucking hands nigga.

- [Officer Hart] Okay.

- [HeavyHand] Yeah.

- [Officer Hart] So you still

ain't answer my question though.

- Yeah.
- What the fuck we doing here?

- Look, I already done
sent bro to see the lawyer.

She know her motherfucking role.

You better know your
motherfucking position

or you'll be the first
motherfucker to get

that fire put on
their ass nigga.

(Officer Hart laughing)

- He-he.

- You sound real
confident nigga.

But your ass don't need to
be so arrogant motherfucker.

You heard what the fuck
I said nigga.

(cell phone dings)

- Oh shit.

(cell phone dings)

(Detective Johnson grunting)

- Is that Officer Hart?

The fuck.

Hart.

What you done got your ass into?

The fuck is you doing?

Yeah, that's his dumb ass.

- Counsel.

As I stated in the
initial hearing,

I'm prepared to dismiss this
case and release Mr. Wright

unless your
department is prepared

to present anything that
can support the allegations

and his continued detainment.

- Your Honor, we have
some things in the works

right now as we speak.

If you just grab me a little
latitude as far as time.

- Counsel,

the court will not be
detaining Mr. Wright unlawfully

any longer without some
sort of evidence

to support your accusations
presented by your office.

Attorney Tillman?

- Uh yes, Your Honor.

- I assume your client
will continue to exercise

his Fifth Amendment rights

and he will not be testifying
in his own defense.

Is that correct?

- Yes, Your Honor.

- Well then, seeing
that the defendant

nor the state has anything
else to add to this matter,

this case will be dismissed

and all charges illegitimately
imposed by the state

will be dropped.

Mr. Wright shall be
released in the morning

pending no further developments
between now and then.

- Your Honor, I would strongly
stand in opposition to this.

Our case just needs a little
bit more time to be prepared

for a case of this magnitude.
- Unfortunately Counsel,

you had your time.

Case dismissed.

(gavel bangs)

- So what's up man?

Where, where's my evidence?

- First off, lower your voice.

Secondly, I might got something.

No, I, I definitely
got something,

but gimme, gimme,
gimme a minute.

I'ma need some time to work
out some details, my guy.

I have enough evidence.

He won't even see
freedom tomorrow.

You gotta trust me, aight?

- Your nonchalant ass has
not been dependable at all.

- Fair enough.

But this right here.
- Look man, look, look.

Just make it happen.

- [Detective Johnson] Say less.

(upbeat music)

* I'on fuck with rappers *

* I'on, I'on *

* I'on fuck with rappers *

* I'on fuck with rappers *

* I'on fuck with rappers *

* You were never in the
street, never on the block *

* You aint never hit a
lick, never told a Glock *

* I'on fuck with rappers *

* I'on fuck with rappers *

* I'on fuck with rappers *

* I'on fuck with rappers *

(people faintly chatting)

- [Guard] Nice to
meet you champ.

(people faintly chatting)

(cell phone ringing)

- [Automation] This is
a prepaid call from.

Now.

(cell phone button clicks)

- Hey Jay.

You haven't called
me in forever.

Look, I know you can't talk,

but one of your
friends called me

and wants me to relay a message.

Some Hispanic guy,

he left money under my sink.

Like I, I don't know what
this means but

I'm sure this is the message
that he wanted me to tell you.

I don't know.

What?

(people faintly chatting)

(papers rustling)

- Hart.

We have to do better
at collecting evidence.

- What'd I do?

- What'd I do?

What happened to the
evidence that you

and your partner were
supposed to be bringing me?

- To be honest, I have no
idea what you talking about.

And I actually really
only came in

because I missed a
hearing this morning.

What?

We supposed to be
giving you evidence?

- Yes.

Johnson said you guys
had evidence

that's gonna help me tie
this new murder case to Jay.

What, you haven't talked to him?

- No.

I've been pretty
busy all morning

and I'm pretty sure I'll
talk to him sometime today.

- Well, I hope so.

Listen, I need you guys
to do your job

so I can do my job.

- Did he mention

which murder case could
be connected to Jay?

- It was some guy named
Lake that was killed

and his cousin Bobby used
to work for Jay.

Now Johnson believes that
Jay is cleaning house.

Now the cousin Bobby is on
a run just like Tae and G.

And we have no murder
weapons, we have no witnesses,

we have no shooters in custody.

But there's supposed to be
footage of the actual shooting.

- He ain't mention no
footage to me.

But hey, stop worrying.

We doing all we can to
help get this case sealed.

Aight?

Stop tripping man. You good.

(Frank sighs)

(Frank sharply exhales)

(paper lightly rustling)

- Yo, what's up?

- [Officer Hart] You dumb ass!

You didn't check to see if
there was any fucking cameras?

- The fuck is you
talking about nigga?

- The fucking ride-along you
insisted I take with you.

- Ride-along?

Nigga don't put my name
in this shit.

- Nigga it sound like you
talking too much

on that motherfucking phone.

Who the fuck you got
listening in?

- Listening in?

Motherfuckers I'm just as
deep as you two dumb fucks!

You sloppy motherfuckers!

- Nigga you don't know who
the fuck you talking to nigga.

Huh?

You better know where you fall

on that
motherfucking food chain.

- Man. Listen.

Johnson got footage from
the fucking shooting

and now he wants to meet.

- Nah, you meet up first.
- Me, where?

- Fuck that nigga.
- What he say?

- Man, fuck that pig.

You know what, you know
what the motion is.

Fuck 12.

(fingernails clicking)

- Hey.

- Hey, Miss?

- Lailah.

- Lailah.

Yes.

I'm surprised to see
you here today.

Is something wrong?

Did someone reach out to you?

- No.

- [Ashley] Okay.

- No one reached out,

from the courts.

- Okay.

Are you sure you're okay?

Because I thought you
would be way more surprised

to hear about his release.

- Release?

- Oh, you weren't at
the hearing?

Yes, the DA's office couldn't
find any supporting evidence

so the judge has to let him go

and he'll be released
by morning time.

- Oh no, I didn't know.

Well, I'm happy you were
able to represent him

and ensure his just treatment.

- Yes, I'm just happy I
could help out.

- Right.
- Okay?

- Yeah.

- Hmm.

- Look, I know we don't
have much history together,

but I feel like we share
a common feeling

about this situation.

At the end of the day, bro,

you know like I know he on
the other side.

- Right.
- That man,

he can switch up on us
whenever he feel like it.

- Man, listen.

That motherfucker play
if he want to.

I don't mind putting a cop
in a motherfucking blunt.

You heard me?

- But man, shit.

I feel you but,

at the same time, bro,

you know he can play
this shit to the point

we can't even make a move, bro.

Nigga did you just get out

'cause they tried to put
the squeeze up on you?

- Yeah.

But fuck 'em.

But listen.

Say Shame,

what the fuck you saying man?

- It don't look like you mind

taking up disciplinary
actions to me.

Man, what?

What you think we should do,
bro?

- You know what?

I really don't mind.

But this shit here look
different man.

Know what I mean?
- Yeah,

is does look different.

- Listen, we gonna have
to put the squeeze on him.

Put the pressure down on him.

Have his bitch ass doing a shoe.

Yeah.

- Yeah, I like how you think,
bro.

- You know what?

I'm glad we kept your
ass around nigga.

Yeah.

- Yeah, y'all some smart
motherfuckers.

(faint rhythmic music)

(lighter clicks)

(people faintly chattering)

(faint rhythmic music continues)

(train whistle blowing)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(cars purring)

(Shame and HeavyHand
faintly chattering)

- [HeavyHand] Glad you know
how to take instructions,

fuck nigga.

- Yeah, whatever.

What the fuck I'm
meeting you for?

I need to be getting to him
before he gets suspicious dude.

- I don't want him doing that.

But you gonna call me

and keep me on the phone.

I'm gonna be listening in

and the first time I hear
that fuck shit

I'm gonna kill both of
y'all to damn night.

- What if he find out?

Like, all this.

- That's for me to worry about.

You just do what the
fuck I told you to do.

Fuck I look like putting
my life in your hand?

Come nigga.

Get that.

This nigga.

Handle your
motherfucking business.

(Officer Hart sighs)

- [Officer Hart] Can
you hear me, man?

- Yeah, I can hear you.

Just go ahead and handle
that business.

We'll be right here.

(ominous music)

(Detective Johnson
heavily breathing)

(Officer Hart grunts)

- What up Brody?

- What's good man?

- Chillin'.

Damn boy, you a busy
man ain't you?

(Officer Hart chuckles)

I been calling you all day.

- Yeah, my bad man.

I been in and out of court.

You know how that shit go.

- Man, no.

Ain't that much court in
the world, bro.

- Well what's going on?

I heard James has some
leads for us.

- Hmm.

Yeah.

He definitely got some leads.

That's what the fuck
we need to talk about.

Hm.

(ominous music)

He seen your surveillance
of that shooting.

Fuck going on man?

I mean, you can talk to me.

I mean,

we gotta drop this badge out
to go handle that shit man,

just let me know.

- What, what, what,
what you, what you mean?

- Please tell me,

they got a drop on your
family or something.

That you ain't choose to be
on the wrong side of the law

and go on with that
motherfucking weirdo.

What's going on man?

Hey.

Is it money?

Hey.

Promotion at the department?

- Man fuck you nigga!

- Fuck me?

Nigga I'm trying to, I'm
trying to hold you down nigga.

- Look bro, this shit
deeper than you.

And it's deeper than the
motherfucking department nigga.

Some people just
built different.

(Officer Hart chuckles)

(gun clicks)

(ominous music)

(Detective Johnson sucks teeth)

- So this is what it come
down to, Brody?

- Mm hmm.

- Okay.

(lighter clicks)

(cell phone buzzing)

That's James calling right now.

You know he know everything,
right?

Think about this shit man.

(Officer Hart sighs)

You willing to risk
your whole life,

everything you worked for,
for what?

Get that motherfucker's do boy?

- Why you just ain't let
this shit go man?

Huh?

Shoulda just let this
shit go nigga.

(gun blasts)
(ominous music continues)

(upbeat music)

* Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah *

* Aye count what you
got there huh *

* Know what I'm talkin' 'bout *

* He-heh-He *

* Kink you did it again *

* Straight up out the hood *

* Bitch my name ring bells *

* Fuck that nigga bitch *

* Never kiss, never tell, yeah *

* I built an empire *

* I did the shit with no help *

* Applied pressure, I done
gave a fuck nigga hell *

- [Jay] Later.

- Yo, Jay.

(muffled rap music continues)

I got this out evidence
room for you.

It's your time, right?

They told me take you
wherever you need to go.

(muffled rap music continues)

- Fuck.

James calling.

- Answer the damn phone nigga.

(Officer Hart sighs)

- [Officer Hart] Yo.

- [James] Hart.

Yo bro,

I've been reaching out to
Johnson all day

and ain't got no answer.

We were supposed to deliver
this evidence to the court.

Have you talked to him today?

- Nah, no I haven't.

I missed court myself
this morning.

I mean, it been a long week
so he probably felt it too.

- [James] Nah bro.

Nah, I hear you bro.

I'm just, I'm just checking bro.

I guess we could take another
crack at it in the morning.

Oh yeah,

they let Jay out bro.

Watch your back.

- Aight.

Fuck.

- Amigos.

Eh, take it easy.

Calm down.

And now I gonna need a
favor from you.

Okay?

You, you know or all free Ego?

I need push out of my territory.

(Diego speaking in Spanish)

Okay?

(Jay knocking)

- [Jay] What's up?

- Hey.

(Lailah and Jay chuckle)

- Got a nice place.

- Thank you.

You know I been working hard.

- I see.

(Jay clears throat)

So, tell me,

how did you know about
what was going on

and what made you bring me here?

- Actually I spoke with Passion

and she made a good point

about me coming to see you.

So, you know,

I have to come check
on you myself.

- Hmm.

Well, I hear you.

So, now what?

- I, I didn't really
think that far.

I guess I was just dealing
with what was in front of me.

Like back in the day.

It's one of my biggest fears,
getting a call from a lawyer

or worse,

somebody calling me and
telling me you were dead.

- Hmm.

Yeah.

That's why you left.

So, what really
brought you back?

- No, that's not why I left.

I left because of your fan club.

- Fan club?

- Yeah, fan club.

Every week there was a new girl
trying to fight me over you.

It got so tiring.

- Yeah, I don't
remember it that way.

I guess our experiences were
just a little different.

- What's your
experience right now?

Do you feel what I feel?

(slow rap music)

* Yeah, yeah *

* Yeah, yeah *

* I know you miss it girl *

* Aye count what you
got there huh *

* Tell me how you feel,
speak your mind for me *

* Slow your thought, baby
take your time for me *

* Let me in your mind,
what you hiding from me *

* I been on her mind, she
said she down for me *

* Say she miss this fire,
she been through, oh dawg *

* She need to kiss this fire,
she can't help, oh dawg *

* Rollin' up these papers,
takin' clothes off *

(woman moaning)

(chair squeaking)

(cell phone ringing)

- [Passion] Hey, what's up?

- You know Jay out, right?

I know you said the judge
wasn't gonna keep him long

but I'm still surprised
he was able to shake that.

- Well, I'm glad he's
out right now.

You know I heard Lailah
tryna step in.

- As she should, right?

- [Passion] I guess.

Mmm.

- Mmm, you sound bothered.

You plan to reach out to him?

I know he seent you in court.

- Mmm, I don't know.

I'm gonna let him get
his thoughts together.

You know, I don't wanna
complicate things right now,

but you right, he did see me.

- Yeah, I feel you.

But you know he still
want to hear from you.

- Mm, I'll think about it.

But sis, I'ma talk to you later.

I gotta finna to handle
some business.

- Okay, just hit me up
if you need me.

- Hey Jay, I know
that you're out.

Slide through, maybe?

It'll be good to see your face.

(fingernails clicking)

If that's okay.

- What's up Frank?

- Hey, I was, I was
trying to see

if you had heard
anything from Johnson.

I was looking for him.

- I haven't talked to
Johnson in a few days.

I mean, we kind of been
on bad terms.

- Oh man.

I just been trying to
get in touch with him

for the past few days myself.

Um, I was just hoping that,
you know,

you could gimme some good news.

Ease my mind up a little
bit, you know what I mean?

(Frank chuckles)

- I mean, I wish I could,
but I'm sure he's good.

He probably laid up some
new female per usual.

- Oh no, I mean, I hope not, I
mean I, I'm hoping he's okay.

I mean,

well I, I'm hoping he's not
just laid up some random female.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Look, just lemme know
when you do talk to him.

(Johnson's Old Lady sighs)

(cars purring)

- Hey.

- Hey.

It's been a minute.

How you been?

- It has been a minute and
I've been good.

I'm glad to see that
you're finally out.

- Yeah, I'm glad to be out.

I seen you in court.

I was glad to see a
familiar face.

- We got history.

I'm not going anywhere.

I'm gonna always ride for
you and you know that.

- Yeah.

It's always good to see when
you in that kind of position,

you know?

People always say they
with you but,

you know, it's a different thing

when you see it in real time.

- Mm.

Speaking of,

I see your girl, she
came through.

(Jay chuckles)

Uh huh.

- Yeah she did, huh?

Sounded like you put
her up to it.

- I did not.

I definitely didn't put
her up to it,

but I did see her around

so I thought she should
come support you.

You need to see a familiar face.

- Definitely needed that.

- Guess I sure of myself, huh?

- Hmm.

(car purring)
(ominous music)

- [Bystander] Hello, 9-1-1?

This nigga got shot.

(ominous music)

- What?!

Your Honor?

- Yes, Counsel.

- Have you heard anything?

- Heard what, Counsel?

- Johnson.

Johnson was found
shot and killed.

- Shot?

Killed?

Where's this
information coming from?

- I, I have people on the ground
that keep me informed and.

Oh this is not good man.

Did we make a mistake?

- Protecting people's
constitutional rights

is never a mistake, Counsel.

What people do with
the privilege

determines whether they
keep 'em or not.

When was this discovered?

- They found him today.

They said that he's been
out there for over 12 hours.

- Well, Mr. Wright wasn't
released until this morning

and he didn't speak with anybody

the whole time he was detained.

What makes you think
that he's been involved?

- Well I don't,

but at least we can agree

that this all seems a
little bit too convenient.

- Maybe.

But that's why the police
will do the police work

and we'll proceed with
what's presented.

(paper lightly rustling)

(paper lightly rustling)

- It's the man himself.

JBoi, what's happening?

- The fuck going on?

- Hold up, hold up, JBoi listen.

You remember Ego driver, Diego.

Man, you know Diego.

- Like I told you lady,

I am a friend.

- The fuck?

- Hold on, hold on, hold on.

We started the organization

way before Ego was in
the picture.

Soon as Ego got in the
picture, shit went left field.

- Ego is a selfish
(speaking Spanish).

And I am not just his driver.

I was sent here for the
family to watch him.

They don't trust him either.

And since I've been here

everything he's done
was fuck up.

And now

I'm ready to take over

(Diego sniffs)

and I need your help.

- You need my help?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Shit, it might be good for
the all of us, for real.

- You think this will be
good for us or good for you?

I just, I, I don't think
that's for you to say.

I mean this is who we all
work for, right?

Why don't we let him decide
what's the move or not?

- Hmm, sound like you making
a move against the family.

- No.

It's model time.

But

if I can break up

his operation,

hit him his import,

I can easily have it
reroute to me.

And then

you can work directly to me

and make more money than
you ever made in your life.

- Hmm.

Nah see it sound like
you recruiting soldiers.

I'm on my way out anyway
so that don't work for me.

- So are you done?

Well, if you help
make this happen,

I make sure you work as
a friend of the family.

See?

I have the power.

You see the guard?

He work for me.

You'll forever be protected.

(Jay sniffs)

- So what's the plan?

- Well, I've been
watching his perros.

They are sloppy, stupidos.

We will catch them.

- Hmm.

And you don't expect
Ego to retaliate?

(Diego slowly chuckling)

- Ego?

I will take care Ego by myself.

I will kill this motherfucker
with my own hands.

- Okay.

- Yes!

For a lifetime partnership.

- Listen James, I'm not
gonna be long.

I just wanted to say,

I know Johnson
really trusted you

and I'm not sure
what's going on,

but I need you, man.

They found Johnson
shot dead today.

Listen, I trust you.

I worked with Johnson for
years in the courtroom

making sure justice was served

and we were able to protect
the public from criminals

such as the animal we're
trying to keep caged up now.

You do what you got to do.

If we can tie him to
this murder,

no judge in the country
is gonna protect him.

(muffled rap music)

- Ohh, I like this look on you.

It's elegant

and dangerous.

- You funny.

- My little hood baby.

Quiet as kept.

- Hm.

You been holding it down?

- Well, like I always say,

some shit just don't
never change.

- Some shit gotta change.

- What do you mean?

- I just mean that
maybe it's time for

some things to change.

I had just started my
business just before all that

and um,

I feel that it just brought
me closer to my purpose.

You know what?

I think you what I've
been missing.

- That's how you feel?

* You know I got the
vision baby *

* Grindin' I made a way *

* I did it with precision baby *

* Grindin' I made a way *

* You been what I'm
missing baby *

* Grindin' I made a way *

* You know I got the
vision baby *

- Where's Jay?

- Be patient.

He's on his way.

- Where, where's the little cop?

- I sent him home.

This grown folk business.

We don't fuck with 12.

Mm-mm, we don't fuck with 12,
bro.

(Jay lightly nocking)

- Yeah.
- Oh there it is.

- We good to go?

- Of course.

- Hold up, hold up.

I feel like this some shit I
need to take care of alone.

I feel like this my debt to pay.

- Yeah, bro.

You know we rock with you.

- Come on bro.

You know what the fuck
going on bro.

We got you.

Shit, for life nigga.

- Plus me,

I'ma have to show them
how I get down

if I'ma be working with him.

For real.

- I feel you,

but uh,

I want out.

And shit,

I feel like this some
shit I gotta do myself.

- You think you the
only one want out, bro?

Shit nigga, I want out too.

- Y'all niggas a trip.

Look,

y'all feel like y'all
gonna just walk free?

See I still run around out here.

Nigga we just had Johnson hit.

Know what I mean?

But look,

but I tell you what though.

You go ahead and
handle that dude.

We can handle that CI situation

(ominous music)

- Bet.

(upbeat rap music)

* Aye count what you
got there huh *

* I'm a real power in
these streets *

* Kink, you did it again *

* I had dope in the floor *

* Money stacked to the ceiling *

* Gave the game all my heart *

* It had me lost in
my feelings *

* When I showed them my pain *

* They just painted a villain *

* But I come from the bottom *

* So I'm standing on business *

- Hey Jay.

I know it's late

and no, I'm not tryna
complicate things

(fingernails clicking)

but,

I think you should
slide through.

Is that okay?

(muffled rap music continues)

(Passion lightly moans)

(fingernails lightly tapping)

(Passion lightly moans)

* On the block in the post *

* Tryna get 'em to face up *

* I'm the man, I'm the GOAT *

* They gotta get a debate up *

* Yeah I did it alone,
yeah I did it no favors *

* I had dope in the floor *

(louder rap music)

* Money stacked to the ceiling *

* Gave the game all my heart *

* It had me lost in
my feelings *

* When I showed them my pain *

* They just painted a villain *

* But I come from the bottom *

* So I'm standing on business *

* Gotta put in the work *

* Yeah my dues have
been paid off *

- Hey.

Ain't that bro right there?

Goddamn, bro.

Man let me get my hands
dirty one time.

Damn nigga, you tryna
get all the kills, huh?

(upbeat rap music)

* I did the impossible *

* So I couldn't stay modest *

* I don't need your support *

* I'ma get it regardless *

* Made a way out the trenches *

* I was destined for power *

* Yeah I put in the time *

* They know I put in my hours *

* It all started the same *

* I know they feel a lil sour *

(muffled rap music)

- Should have just stayed
your ass out the way.

(gun shot blasts)

* Skippin' class, sellin'
dope in the park *

* I had a dream, I
had a vision *

* So I gave it my heart *

* I had dope in the floor *

* Money stacked to the ceiling *

* Gave the game all my heart *

* Had me lost in my feelings *

* When I showed them my pain *

* They just painted a villain *

* But I come from the bottom *

* So I'm standing on business *

(ominous music)

(Diego speaking Spanish)

(ominous music)

(ominous music fades)

(ominous music)

(Diego speaking Spanish)

(Diego grunting)

(ominous music)

(cell phone ringing)

- Hey.

- [Jay] I'm on the way home now.

- Okay.

Good.

- It's all good, I
took care of it.

Uh-huh.

Okay.

Okay.

Alright.

- I already took care of
that nigga James.

That should buy you
some more time

so you can figure out
what your next move is.

- Shit, that nigga
Hart got to go.

- Nah shit, Hart gotta go.

- Can't sleep til that
nigga dead, huh?

I feel you.

- As a matter of fact,
leave that gun there too.

That should solve they
little mystery.

They ain't been
trusting Hart no way.

- Right.

- And the dead man can't talk.

- Huh.

I'm gone kill that
nigga tonight.

Yeah.

- This nigga crazy, boy.

- Man.

Quiet as kept,

bro, you really got a
story to tell for real.

Need to drop a mix tape
or something.

Or write this shit in
a movie or something.

Shit, I know a photographer.

He gone fuck with you
on the price

just off the strength of me.

Let me text him.

- Hey man.

This shit too real
for movies man.

(Jay chuckling)

- If they don't do the mix
tape, bro, or the movie,

shit, what's next?

- Shit.

I guess we'll see.

Shit.

Lil hood baby finally
out the hood.

(Jay chuckling)

- I see you got the
hoodie on and shit.

- [Jay] Yeah.

- Need to get me one made.

I'm gonna hit you bro.

- [Jay] Aight.

(metal gate thuds)

(slow rap music)

* Aye count what you
got there huh *

* Know what I'm talkin' 'bout *

* Kink, you did it again *

* Yeah I made it places
dare a mo won't go *

* I made a lil money just
want a lil mo' *

* I remember the days I
had to sleep on the floor *

* I was stuck in the trap *

* Took a trip to the store *

(muffled rap music)

(Jay chuckles)

- [Passion] Hey.

- Hey.

Hmm.

So what's on your mind?

- Look, I'm not
trying to intrude

but you know where I stand.

I was there.

Ain't nothing changed.

- Yeah I know.

I feel the same.

- Look, I know I wasn't like
you and Lailah, being official.

I mean we was official.

Unofficial.

Eh, a lil bit.

(Jay chuckles)

- Yeah I know.

- You do?

* I remember them days I
had to sleep on the floor *

* I was stuck in the trap *

* Took a trip to the coast *

* In the whip with
the doors open *

* In the crib with
the doors open *

* I pray for these doors open *

* I pray for these doors open *

(HeavyHand knocking)

(Officer Hart sighs)

- Who is it?

- [HeavyHand] It's your boss,
boy.

- Man, I thought you was
that little informant

that be with the arresting unit,
boy.

- Yeah that nigga ended up dead.

(Officer Hart chuckles)

(ominous music)
- Come on man.

- Yo.

(gun blasts)

Fuck nigga.

(ominous music)

(cell phone ringing)

- [Jay] Yo, Tae, what up?

- Bro, what's up bro?

Been meanin', nigga glad
you out this motherfucker.

- Shit, yeah, I'm here.

- I just wanna let you know man,

you know I'm forever loyal.

Nigga loyalty is everything.

This shit just get
fucked up sometimes

but you know we rocking
'til the wheel fall off.

Shit'll never change.

Shit just crazy though, bro,
'cause

I was at the park the other day

watchin' these lil niggas hoop.

Man I could see us in
these young niggas, bro.

Like the shit really
fucked me up, cuz.

Like the next generation, they
need motherfuckers like us

to show 'em the way.

- Yeah, shit.

Bro, I made my move.

It's time for me to focus on
the next phase of my life.

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

Just get with me, let me know.

- For sure.

Get with me, bro.

Aight.

(Shame sharply exhales)

- Yo, Bobby.

This Shame.

I know I'm probably the
last motherfucker

you wanted to hear from.

But listen bro,

I was there.

Saw the whole thing.

Watched that
motherfucking cop kill Lake.

And I finally got to him.

Look I,

I don't expect us to

be friends again but

just felt like you should know.

(Jay's footsteps slowly tapping)

(Jay sighs)

- You had to change for
your business meeting?

- Um.

Yeah, I had to tie up
some loose ends

and had to leave some
stuff behind me, you know?

- Is everything okay?

(Jay chuckles)

- Yeah.

Beyond it.

(cell phone buzzing)

(cell phone buzzing)

(upbeat rap music)

* Yeah, yeah *

* Aye count what you
got there huh *

* I'm in this bitch with
a Drake nigga, yeah *

* Street niggas *

* Fuck you talkin' 'bout *

* Kink, you did it again *

* I been the man out the block *

* I told them keep the faith *

* I'm lil hood baby *

* See the grind I made a way *

* I ran it up, I did a number *

* Shit they really
impressed now *

* Give a fuck nigga
and that hoe doubt it *

* Just gettin' it off
my chest now *

* Fuck them niggas, I don't
fuck with them niggas *

* Cold hearted, like fuck
they feelings *

* Huddled around, I
don't trust them niggas *

* They play with me, that's
a cold heart killin' *

* Street nigga I been the man *

* Gold boy I made a
hundred bands *

* Ten toes, I double stand *

* Stay hatin' on me,
they really fans *

* Been that nigga, gotta
let them know *

* Heart real cold, gotta
leave you froze *

* Hit my phone, gotta
talk in code *

* In the trap, gotta
catch the low *

* Too focused, in a
different mode *

* Ran it up, I was flippin'
dough *

* Talkin' on me, I
swear they pro *

* Hatin' on me, feel
it in my soul *

* Made it out and I
made it happen *

* In the streets and I
made it trappin' *

* Talkin' on me, need
closed caption *

* Big ma, bitch, I'm
the captain *

* Now niggas 'bout all
that action *

* Shoulda moved when I'm callin'
cash in *

* Shooters with me never lackin'
*

* Ran it up, count it back in *

* Know that I'm the
man, put it on my soul *

* Got it out the mud,
bitch I made a bankroll *

* Still doin' numbers,
screaming fuck my foes *

* Still a trap nigga, bet
I'll never go broke, nah *

* I been the man off the block,
I told 'em keep the faith *

* I'm lil hood baby, see
the grind I made a way *

* I ran it up, I did a number *

* Shit, they really
impressed now *

* Give a fuck nigga and
that hoe doubted *

* Just gettin' it off
my chest now *

* Fuck them niggas, I don't
fuck with them niggas *

* Cold heart, like fuck
they feelings *

* Huddled 'round, I
don't trust them niggas *

* They play with me, that's
a cold heart killin' *

* Street nigga, I been the man *

* Gold boy, made a
hundred bands *

* Ten toes, I double stand *

* Stay hatin' on me,
they really fans *

* Doubted me, they
shoulda hold *

* Know they hurt, gotta
let it soak *

* Know they sleep, gotta
get 'em woke *

* Kept it real, gotta
let 'em quote *

* Got a pretty lil bitch,
she open doors *

* Double up, I
cracked the code *

* They spiff, they gettin'
bold *

* Energy gotta let them know *

* Plan it up, go 'head relax *

* Couple band, blew it
all in Saks. *

* I paid the dues, you
pay the tax *

* Speakin' truth, can't
leave the facts *

* You see the money up
in my closet *

* Honestly been sellin' dope *

* Yeah nigga had it on the low *

* Out the mud I gave my whole *

* Know that I'm the
man, put it on my soul *

* Got it out the mud,
bitch I made a bankroll *

* Still doin' numbers,
screamin' fuck my foes *

* Still a trap nigga,
bet I never go broke *

* I been the man, out the block
I told 'em keep the faith *

* I'm lil hood baby, see
the grind I made a way *

* I ran it up, I did a number *

* Shit, they really
impressed now *

* Give a fuck nigga and
that hoe doubted *

* Just gettin' it off
my chest now *

* Fuck them niggas, I don't
fuck with them niggas *

* Cold heart, like fuck
they feelings *

* Huddled 'round, I
don't trust them niggas *

* They play with me, that's
a cold heart killin' *

* Street nigga, I been the man *

* Gold boy, made a
hundred bands *

* Ten toes, I double stand *

* Stay hatin' on me,
they really fans *

* Ha, ha, ha, ha *

(upbeat rap music fades)