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Previously
onRaising Kanan...

It's getting to a
point where I can't even

keep track of all
your secrets and lies.

Scrappy one of the most
loyal soldiers your moms got.

He's a fucking rat.

I'm here for Kanan.

A family friend's not a
legal guardian, brother.

If she asks me,
I'm coming clean.

I won't lie to her.

I need to know what
that cop said to you.

Some wildness about how
you used to love him

back in the day.

Would my son be able to give me

that bone marrow you say I need?

You said you have
no immediate family.

Don't ever forget that
this business right here,

is what keeps you fed.

They come off the Van
Wyck to get their gas.

Pay them white people prices.

Just think about it, all right?

I need to talk to
your cousin, Juliana.

And I need you to make
that happen for me.

And the turncoat nigga here

is gon' light that
nigga up tonight.

'Nique knew you was
just Raq's snitch.

Fuck my mom. Fuck my parents.

Fuck everything. I-I
just want to be with you.

Hit this.

Your son asked me to
keep a secret, and I did.

You don't make decisions
for my child, Symphony.

We about to go on offense.

We ain't going to war, but
we ain't laying down, neither.

Ha ha. That's right.

You see anything?

No.

I'm here.

- Batter up.
- I do this,

we into something
altogether different, Raq.

We at war.

We been at war, Lou.

All we doing is opening a new
front up in this motherfucker.

Ain't no such
thing as peace in this game.

First time you step
out on that corner,

somebody already
want what you got.

Someone planning to
take what's yours.

That's the way it
works everywhere.

At a certain point, every
motherfucker in the world

wants what they don't have.

Problem is, only so
much to go around.

Only so many
corners in the hood.

So you look at the
nigga next to you,

see what they're holding,

and decide you want
that shit for your own.

But you gotta take it.

And it ain't gonna
come easy, nigga.

You gotta be willing
to die for it.

Don't matter if you
in South Jamaica

or South Iraq.

We all born at war.

So fuck peace.

You put in that good work, baby.

- What's up with Scrap?

They fucked him up pretty.

Lost a eye and a kidney,
but he gon' be okay.

Damn.

I messed up, Ma.

I shouldn't have
said all that stuff

about Scrap and the stash.

Scrappy live the game.

He know how it work.

They took his eye.

Scrap a solider, Kanan.

Battle-tested, built
on these streets.

He gon' be a'ight.

I just... I don't know,

I feel like we shouldn't
be here doing all this,

with everything that happened
and him in the hospital.

I ain't about
wrong or right.

Life keeps moving, Kanan.

Can't stop, won't stop.

Not for us, not for Scrap.

Tell me her name again.

Davina.

Well, does Miss Davina know

that ain't no girl
good enough for my son?

- Come on, now.

Now I know why Kanan been
walking around the house

all dumb-looking
and dreamy-eyed.

You are beautiful.

So nice to
meet you, Ms. Thomas.

You too.

Come on. Let's go sit down.

Your seat right here, ma'am.

- Thank you.

Of course.

Now, I know you not
super big on surprises

or nothing like that, but, uh...

Hey.

Surprise.

- Hell no.
- Raq.

Ma.

I'll be right back. Ma.

What?

I love
Hall & Oates, Raq.

Hall & Oates, the band.

White boys.

"Kiss on My List."

"Sara Smile."

"Sara Smile's" my shit.
I know every word.

I've never told that
to anyone until now.

I'm not keeping secrets
from you ever again, Raq.

Turns out, there
may be some shit

you should keep to yourself.

Like Hall & Oates.

Yeah, no question.

Look, I put myself
between you and your son,

the one thing you
told me never to do.

It was wrong. I was wrong.

I'm sorry.

I don't ever want to hurt you.

I miss you.

A hell of a lot.

You're a horrible singer.

I'm an even worse dancer.

Now I just feel sorry for you.

I could be all right with
you feeling sorry for me

especially if it means
you'll come back inside

and have dinner with me,
your son, and his girl.

"His girl."

That shit sounds even
worse than it feels.

I'm right here with you.

We gon' figure this out.

Together.

You're beautiful. You know that?

Stop.

Why would he stop?

He right.

Here you go, sir.

I got this, brother.

Nah, man. Hold on to your money.

Save it for that
college tuition.

College. No doubt.

Let's do this.

- Let me get that for you.
- Here's your jacket.

Check it out, y'all.

That building is The Dakota.

Been here 100 years.

A lot of history here.

Ah, jeez, here we
go. Class in session.

- Leave him alone.

I love it when he
gets to teaching.

Thank you.

It was built in 1884
for Edward Cabot Clark,

the head of the Singer
Manufacturing Company.

They called it The Dakota
because at the time,

this part of the city
was so remote and wild that

no one lived here, well,
like the Dakota Territory.

That Beatle guy got shot down
right in front of the building.

Yeah, John Lennon.

Crazy-ass fan shot him.

Rich folks
getting shot right here

on Central Park West.

Just like the Southside.

Ain't nowhere safe.

Hey, we gon' get out of here.

I'll take you.

Nah. No, it's-it's
good, for real.

We can find our way home.

Y'all just stay here.

Go, uh, listen to some
jazz music or something.

- Bird-watching.

Matter of fact, go see
a black-and-white movie.

Black-and-white movie.

- That.
- Black-and-white movie?

Just go have fun.

You know, do your little old
folks thing. We gon' be good.

Uh, may I remind you that I'm
what they call a young mother?

Just 'cause you a young
mother don't mean you young.

- Ooh-hoo-hoo!
- Boy!

'Member when I said
that nobody was gon' get

- between my son and me?
- Mm-hmm.

Well, you better get between us,

'cause I'm about to
beat this boy's ass.

Davina, help me!

It was nice meeting
the both of you.

You too, baby. Get
out of here 'fore she kill me.

Nice to meet you, Davina.

Hey. Mm.

- What's up?
- I'm a young mom.

Don't make me no young grandma.

- Later, Symphony.
- Mm.

Good night.

Block is hot.

So... should we go listen
to some jazz music?

Well

as long as we naked
and up in your bed,

I'll even listen to
your broke-ass singin'.

Come on.

- It's cool, right?
- Yeah.

So... what do I wear
to this thing again?

Uh, well, most girls
wear, like, a gown

or a nice dress.

Just wear whatever
feels comfortable.

- So Tims and a sweatshirt?

Yeah, if that's
what works for you,then

Tims and a sweatshirt.

I don't care what
you're wearing.

Just want you to
be there with me.

I'm not wearing work
boots and a hoodie

to my girlfriend's big dance...

That's the first time you've
ever called me your girlfriend.

Well, that's what
you are, right?

I'm your girlfriend.

Come on.

You're my girlfriend.

I'm your girlfriend.

Wait.

I've been meaning
to tell you that...

That I'm the best damn
boyfriend in New York?

I heard Famous' song.

His rhymes, the stuff he says

makes it seem like he was
there when Buck was shot.

Four quarters and two dimes
and the thing, uh, about 140th.

V, that's just
Famous talking shit.

Come on, now. You know
that's what he do.

That's what all these niggas do.

These fake-ass gangstas
rapping about shit

they ain't never done is
how they sell records.

That's it. That's all.

Davina!

You need to come
collect this baby.

I have to go to bed.

Your mama needs to come
home to you and Tonisha.

I know; She's just dealing
with family stuff down South.

You're not that
child's mother, Davina.

You a child yourself.

I know. I'm sorry.

Hey, Tonisha.

I gotta get her ready for bed.

Well, shit, come on, I got you.

No, It's fine. I'm good. Thanks.

That song was just
a story Famous was telling.

Shit's made up.

Famous ain't in that life.

Yeah, but you are.

I'll see you at school, Kanan.

Hold up.

Hey. Hey, look at me.

We got time.

Not this "let's take it
slow" bullshit again.

I'm just saying.

You don't have to
control everything.

I got you.

So what you gonna do,
then, Symphony, hmm?

I was thinking...

about singing.
Yeah.

Mm. Please, don't.

So it's like that.

I don't know, maybe your
eyes was closed or something.

Like, how you miss a
nigga in his bedroom?

I never miss.

TEC-9s ain't shit.

Maybe you should've
used a different gun.

Maybe if you
wasn't so busy trying to be

a bootleg Russell
fucking Simmons,

your aim would've been better.

Fuck you.

Look, don't worry
about your brother.

Worry about yourself instead.

You know, I could have
been there with Lou,

except you keeping
me out the game.

Darius said we behind schedule.

I mean, we getting there.

I mean, won't take
too much longer.

How we looking on them corners?

We ain't got enough work
to keep them all busy.

The corners we do
got up... struggling.

Yo, heads know our
shit is mad stepped on.

They buying from 'Nique.

Heard 'Nique's
expanding to move his shit

near the highway now.

Heard he got a whole
gas station crew.

Yo, I ain't heard
shit about that.

I'm meeting with this
possible new connect tonight.

Bodega girl's cousin?

Yeah. You rolling with me.

Yo, um, you know, 'Nique gonna
have to answer for Worrell.

Fuck 'Nique's answer.

We ain't done asking questions.

That is assuming that you can
take the music out your head

and straighten out
your fucking aim.

Hell no.

Are
you okay in there?

Yeah.

Didn't I tell you that
song was gon' be a problem?

Problem? Shit gon' be a hit.

Crown about to get me on
with Stretch and Bobbito.

Nigga.

Davina heard it, man.

I told you that shit
was gon' happen.

I fuckin' told you.

All right. It's just a song.

It's just... it's-it's-it's
words put to music.

It don't mean shit, man.

It mean shit to her.

Tell her I'm a artist.

Tell her I'm painting a picture

of the world we living in, 'kay?

"We," nigga?

It doesn't mean you did it.

It doesn't mean I did it.

It doesn't even mean it happened

the way I say it
did on the track.

You think Eazy-E livin' all
the shit he rappin' about?

Hmm?

That was a stupid... That
was a stupid example.

But you know what I'm sayin'.

You want to tell stories,
Famous, tell stories.

All right? Just
don't tell my shit.

Like, off the dome, nigga.

- Come on, man.
- Come on.

"From the a.m."

Like-like-like-like, can
we work together now?

Give me a hug, my nigga.

Did you leave the clothes
in the dressing room?

They there.

Where my uncle at?

I don't know, man.

We been paging him
for, like, two hours.

We short on product.

We moved all
that other shit already.

Damn, the highway poppin'.

Shit, they don't call 'em
crackers for nothing, nigga.

These white folks love
this crack cocaine, baby.

- We gotta stretch that.
- What you mean?

Shit's been stepped
on mad hard already.

My boy from east New York

been cuttin' with this
here new shit out there.

Calls it Cynda Williams.

Said it makes your
crack mo' better.

Said niggas lining
up around the block

to get rock cut with this.

Shit sound good
to me. Let's cook.

Nah, nigga.

We're making sure Marvin
cool with this shit first.

If I'm cool, he cool, nigga.

You a young-ass
high school nigga.

You ain't calling no
fuckin' shots, man.

Motherfucker, you know who I am?

What I do?

This whole shit...

Van Wyck, the gas station,
them candy bars y'all selling,

that's my idea.

You here 'cause of me.

I'm cooking.

- Where Gabriel at?
- With his puta.

At least you get a break.

I'd be happy if he
never came back.

This is where my cousin
wants to meet you.

You said you picked me.

You picked this place

because you knew
who my cousin was.

Well, I picked you too.

Because you are a woman.

Because you know how
these men treat us.

How they see us.

How they hate us.

You're helping me, Juliana.

You let me know
when I can help you.

A'ight,
so what we doing?

We gon' drop the shit just
around the hood, as testers.

Make sure we got that hotness.

Then we drop it on Van Wyck.

Yo, you went heavy

on that Cynda Williams
when you was cookin'.

Made it mo' better, nigga.

Mo' better, mo'
better, mo' better.

Word.

- Yo.

Yo.

- What up?
- Check it out.

Nicole and I are going
to this ball tonight.

I need somewhere to get ready.

Ball? Nigga, who is you,
Southside Cinderella?

It's some bougie-ass shit.

But I need somewhere
to get ready,

because if my dad clocks
it, he's gonna fuck with me.

Do your thing in the crib then.

Go ahead.

Kanan Stark.

This nigga, man.

I'll get at you later.

A'ight.

Was it something I said?

Nah.

She just don't like you.

I'm not really a fan either.

How you been?

My mom don't want me
messing with you, man.

You ask Raq about me yet?

I told you, we go way back.

I've known her since she was
a little bit older than you.

We got shared history,
your moms and me.

I was just checking up on
you, making sure you good.

I'm good, man.

I don't need you
checking up on me.

Ask your moms about me.

You might be surprised
by what you find out.

What is with you and that kid?

The children are
our future, Burke.

Yo, testers, testers.

Got these mo' better blues,
nigga, mo' better blues.

Testers.

Mo' better blues,
y'all, mo' better blues.

Make that high mo' better.
These mo' better blues.

Go ahead, man. Yeah.

Chill out.

Mo' better blues. What's up?

Testers, testers.
Come and get it, man.

Mo' better blues,
mo' better blues.

Come on, man, get the
fuck out of here, yo.

Testers, testers.

Let's go. I got
it if you need it.

If you need it, I got it.

Got these
mo' better blues, y'all,

mo' better blues.

Here we go.

Yeah. Ah-ah-ah.

This is my jam right here.

Whoo, I love this song.

Right here.

I love this song, man.

Man, pass that shit, man.

It's like that?

You a greedy-ass
nigga, you know that?

Look at this puppy.

Aww, so cute.

So cute.

She's not as cute
as you, though.

- Come here.
- Oh.

Why won't you tell me what
your dress looks like?

Because you'll see
it when you see it.

But I want to know now.

You can't always
get what you want.

Bet you I will.

So...

are we doing this again?

Ah, okay, so I'm gonna
ditch this fucking dork

my parents are
forcing me to go with,

and then I'm gonna
sneak out of the ball,

meet you at the bench
across the street

from the hotel where
it's happening.

Oh, and it's the
Helmsley Palace Hotel

on 51st and Madison.

You sure we won't get caught?

Yeah. Girls sneak
guys in every year.

Since when do you care
about getting caught?

I'm done boostin'.

Since when?

Since this crazy-ass
white girl I know

shamed the hell out of me.

Damn, that crazy-ass white
girl must really like you.

Oh.

Listen to this when
you get ready tonight.

It's a surprise.

Pretzels
here. Hot pretzels.

Oh, I love hot pretzels.

- You like 'em?
- Nah.

Want one?

I shouldn't.

You should.

Hey, I got you.

Okay.

Hey.

Ah, thank you.

Shit.

It's later than I thought.

I gotta get ready for tonight.

Oh, shit, me too.

Oh, what color did you
say your dress was again?

I didn't.

Come on! Just the color.

What color's your dress?

Mm-mm-mm.

She's crazy.

Get in.

What's the word, man?

Just get in the fuckin' car.

And these ain't
the only ones, neither.

There's about three more
bodies on a spot on 115th.

This right
here is the reason

you don't send no
ducks to eagle school.

You niggas are ducks.

Just tell me this isn't what
we been selling to Van Wyck.

'Cause if white people start
falling out off our shit,

we all looking at the
fuckin' electric chair.

We put
some testers out, man.

Not that much, maybe
about...

20 vials, just to see what
the feedback was looking like.

Feedback's real shitty,
niggas. Real shitty.

I mean, it's damn
near impossible

to kill a motherfucker
with crack.

That's the beauty of it.

Crack keeps niggas
just alive enough

to steal everything and anything
that ain't nailed down

chasing that high.

But not your shit.

Your shit done
broke all the rules.

All right, man.

Let me tell you what
the fuck happened.

We was short on product,
so we was gonna stretch it

with some cut that had
niggas lining up in Brooklyn.

It was perfect.

But your fuckin' nephew,
man, this nigga thought

he was a fuckin' man, so
he did the fuckin' cooking.

Well, Chef Boyardee, you
got the secret recipe,

because these sorry
motherfuckers had to be

blowing rat poison or some
shit through that pipe

to go out like that.

We-we-we gotta say something.

Get this off the street.

That's the last
shit we need to do.

What we need to do is
shut down Van Wyck,

burn whatever's left
of them blue caps,

and not say a fucking
word to nobody.

Nobody.

You not even want
to tell my mom?

Are you out your fucking mind?

We don't ever tell
her about this.

Not ever.

We tell her about this, they
gonna find two more bodies

behind this shit:
Me and you, nigga.

You watch fights?

My father fought 135
when I was real young.

Lightweight. Any good?

He had a hell of a lot of heart,

which is a dangerous thing
to have in the fight game.

I'm building up my
business, Joaquin,

and I'm looking for a supplier
who not only understands

the opportunity I'm offering
but wants to grow with me.

South Jamaica's a
competitive market.

I'm about to be the
only game in town.

I like the song.

I was at the showcase.

My brother works in
Latin music for BMG,

and he took me along.

"When I pull up on your block,
the streets need a body.

When I slide up in your spot,
the streets need a body."

It's good. I like it. It's good.

My cousin Juliana
has vouched for you.

And even though I question
her judgment in husbands,

well

her intuition is
typically first-rate.

Let's talk numbers, then.

I've enjoyed this
conversation, Raq.

We'll talk again soon.

Ooh! Payback, bitches.

Damn, boy!

You ain't
got nothing left!

Branden's
mother just called.

He's on his way over right now.

And don't forget that his
boutonniere's in the fridge.

You look so beautiful.

I just want to say
that as your mother,

I would never condone
intercourse at your age,

but I know that
it's not unusual.

I just want you to be safe.

You're forcing me
to go with this kid.

I'm not even gonna let
him open a door for me.

I just want to make sure
that you're... Mom, stop.

I just don't want
you to get pregnant.

Lesbian sex doesn't
get you pregnant, Mom.

You are not a lesbian, Nicole.

And you know that because
you know me better than me.

Believe it or not, mothers
do know their children

better than they
know themselves, yes.

You don't.

That girl took advantage
of you, Nicole.

You didn't understand
what was happening.

You were a victim.

Oh, my God.

Wow.

Well, that Branden is
one lucky son of a gun.

Mom just gave me permission
to have sex with him tonight.

- She what?
- I most certainly did not!

I need you both
to leave me alone.

- Linda, she...
- Please.

I hope she's fucking kidding.

I didn't say what she said.Oh, my God.
Well, why would you even...

You brought the ruckus.

I deal with so much
bullshit all the time,

sometimes I just need
shit to be what it is.

No hidden agendas,
nothing unspoken,

just straight fuckin'.

Oh, I'm glad I could help.

I was too hard on you.

Nah. It's all good.

I love me some violence
up in the bedroom.

I'm talking about
all that shit I said

about you and Kanan and

how you went behind my
back and betrayed me.

I'm sorry.

And I'm grateful
that Kanan had you

to call right then.

He trusts you.

He ain't got a lot of men
in his life he can trust.

You'd be a great dad.

Ah...

For real.

I mean, I see the way
you are with my kid.

Just imagine how
yours would feel.

You want to have a kid?

It... depends who the mother is.

What if it was me?

Maybe that could work.

I'm not saying I'm
leaving the business.

Not yet.

Not anytime soon.

But I-I want to get
it to where I can just

give it over to Lou and step
back and collect checks.

But that's not gonna
happen overnight.

There's a lot of
shit I gotta do.

A lot I gotta put in motion.

I'm not gon' always be who
I am right now, Symphony.

I want you to know that.

Club sandwich?

I got this, boss.

This spot is DMZ, 'Nique.
Been that way for years.

Nobody gets hurt
in Lamont's Diner.

You know this.

Ain't nobody getting hurt, Lou.

Just want to chop it up
with you for a minute.

You know, came to
talk to me before.

Just want to continue
the conversation.

She gon' lose, Lou.

Raq gon' fall.

No supply.

Losing corners.

Soldiers looking
for other crews.

My shit getting soggy. You
mind if you get into it?

By all means, brother.

Eat.

I'm giving Raq
another couple months

before I'm mopping up her

and whoever's still
standing with her.

You the best she got, Lou.

Your skills, capabilities.

You the truth out
here, my nigga.

I don't eat that
type of shit, B.

Thank you. No, thanks.

But it's exactly
what I'm looking for

in my organization,
to say the least.

The big thinker. True
visionary like yourself.

Yet someone who knows when
to throw the fuck down.

You see, I like my guys to have
side hustles and whatnot, Lou.

Like your music shit.

Yeah.

You know, the
entrepreneurial spirit,

it looks good on you, brother.

Trying to get me to flip?

What I want you do, Lou,

is recognize the opportunity
that I'm offering.

Starting spot on the
winning team, Lou.

But it's a one-time offer.

Pass up on it now, and
ain't no circling back,

know what I'm saying?

I'm flattered, 'Nique.

No, like, for real.

I mean, I think my
only issue is...

I mean, it's nice to hear
all this shit for once.

It's just there's this
one fact I can't get past.

I get it. She's your
sister. It's family.

You know, I was expecting
you to say that.

It's not that.

I just don't get down
with bitch-ass niggas.

Like you.

And pussy eater over here.

Wait, that was you, mo...

Appreciate you taking the
time to talk, brother Lou.

Listen, um, I'll say this.

Um, I'm gonna say sorry now

for what's gonna
happen later, nigga.

Thanks for the sandwich.

Let him pass, Worrell.

He's a riddle wrapped
up in a nigga.

I got this dance tonight,

and I needed somewhere
to get dressed,

and-and Kanan said
I could come here.

I-I should've asked you first.

Somebody gon' be real happy

when they see you
come through the door.

Who you going with?

Her name's Nicole.

Nicole lucky.

I ain't Marvin, Juke.

I want you to be happy.

I want you to be you.

Thank you.

You look so
handsome, Branden.

Oh, you and Nicole are gonna
take this ball by storm.

Nicole! Time to take pictures!

This is
for you and only you.

- Nicole?

We need to take these photos.

I'll be out in a minute.

Nicole,
you're being rude.

What was that?

Nicole?

Nicole, open up.

Open up this fucking
door right now!

- Nicole. Nicole!

See, what I want to know is,
if this thing goes to court,

where are they gonna
find a jury of his peers?

You missed your
cousin looking fly.

That's my bad.

I saw Symphony today.

Yeah?

We were saying we wanted to
go on another double date

with you and Davina.

- That's cool.

- Let's do that again.
- Mm-hmm.

You know, I never thanked you

for offering to pay
for that dinner.

No doubt, Ma.

Did have me wondering where
you got that money, though.

I been saving up
for a little bit.

You know, some I
had from the stash.

Juke been selling some
old clothes for me, so...

Which clothes?

- I-I don't know.
- Hmm.

You know, that cop
rolled up on me today.

- Howard?
- Yeah.

Said I need to
ask you something.

You got a surprise for me?

No, he just fucking
with you like they do.

Natural-born liars, all of 'em.

Fuck that cop.

From now on, you see him,
you head the other way.

Do you hear me?

Heard you.

Your Honor...

Of all the
lies they tell you as a kid,

the biggest one
is, all them niggas

lived happily ever after.

That's the biggest lie,
because you want it the worst.

'Cause even though all them
stories is about fake shit

like princesses and
dragons and wizards...

you believe it
when they tell you

that they all lived
happily ever after.

You believe it because
you want it for yourself.

You want to know that all
this shit's been worth it,

that there's a payoff.

Even when you're not a kid,

you're still thinking that
someday you gonna wake up

and it's gonna be that day.

Because just like them
dragons and princesses

that shit ain't
even close to real.

Not for you.

Not for me.

Not for nobody.