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Previously on Force...

Chicago ain't like New York.

It ain't about boroughs.
It's about blocks.

So this whole shit
is up for grabs.

Whose cocaine is this?

I already told you
the whole fucking story.

You better have.

Do you have more?

I've got somethin'
that'll kick your teeth in

a thousand times over.

- What you got?
- Stick around and find out.

If you're hoping for the Flynn
family experience on this one,

you're not getting it.
It's just you and me.

Being a father
was the best thing

that ever happened to me.

Now I don't know
who he is or where he is.

If you want me
to be happy, Vic,

then stop trying to buy me

and start standing up for me.

Can you wait for me
to figure it out?

I don't know.

I thought the whole reason
I paid you

was to make
my problems go away.

And I'm doing everything I can.

Hey, I want you to meet

these lil' motherfuckers
over here, bro.

They some stone-cold killers.

They pull a trigger one time,
and 13 people die.

- A'ight.
- How's that help us?

You want the top seat, D?

Only way to get that shit
is to take it, nigga.

Ain't no comin' back
from this, J.

Mm, okay, yeah, well,

it ain't no movin' forward
without it.

He really thought
he put your ass out to sleep.

Yeah, and he bought it.

You know this shit
gonna cut CBI

straight down
the middle, though, right?

When it's all said and done,
they all gon' come with me.

You wanna make
a real fuckin' move,

you get Diamond Sampson
to the table.

That's it. And we're all good.

I got a meet set.
Me, you, and Walter Flynn.

Twenty years ago,

when you rolled up
on Paulie and his wife.

It wasn't us, and it wasn't me.

'Cause we should just
take your word for that.

A'ight, you know what? I'm out.

What the fuck just happened?

It's called history, new guy.

I never started a fire
I couldn't handle.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

You good?

Yeah, yeah, I'm just, uh...

fuckin' thirsty
as a motherfucker.

You got any Gatorade?

- I got Chicago's finest.
- Okay.

Mmm.

Mmm!

You're right,
that's really good.

Give me this.

Mm.

Now we good?

Oh, yeah, we good.

Bro, what's your scary ass
lookin' around for, nigga?

His ass probably
somewhere meditatin'

on some universally harmonious
shit with his lame ass.

Bro, I don't want him
walkin' in here, a'ight?

Why the fuck can't we
meet somewhere else?

Because it'll look
less suspicious

if he does walk in
and we already here.

Come on, E.

Bro, it's the big homey
we talkin' about, a'ight?

Most these niggas' pops
were soldiers.

And they uncles.

They ain't gonna let you
get away with this.

Well, fuck them. Okay?

I gave up my future for him, E.

I had plans, bro.

College,
a whole different life.

- I'm already knowin', though.
- No, nigga, you don't know.

That's what I'm tellin' you.

What I lost,

that shit gone forever.

And I put in work, bro,
15 long motherfuckin' years.

Built somethin' real.

I ain't about to let this nigga

just snatch this shit
like it's sweet.

- The fuck?
- Just sayin'.

If you wanna rip that crown
off the king's head, bro,

you better be ready
to run through it,

sling that mud.

I'm talkin' about
throw the fuck down.

Are you?

Yeah.

Yeah, nigga, I am.

And I need you to be
down with me, E.

I need you to set it off,
a'ight?

You the only motherfucker
I trust, bro.

- You with me?
- I got you, bro, for sure.

- All day.
- My nigga.

- Yo, yo, yo!
- Yeah!

What's goin' on, G?
What's crackin', bro?

What's good, fool?

- Shit, man.
- Chillin', bro.

- My nigga.
- Hey, I'm chillin'.

But look, I can get
into some shit, though.

If you need me,
you let me know, a'ight?

Nah, you good, you good.

I do got some work
for you, though.

- What's up?
- How many young soldiers

you think you can
gather up quick?

Smart niggas, though.

- Smart niggas?
- Yes, smart.

A'ight, let me think.

I got...

Smoke, Hartman.

Cream, super light-skinned
nigga from 94th and Commercial.

His mom's fuckin',
um, Albanian.

Albanian? Nigga, albino, okay?

This nigga makin' up
words and shit, man.

This man is crazy.

But hey, ooh,
I can get Jumpman, though.

Oh, wait, I can't get Jumpman.

But look,
listen to me, okay?

You get they bodies, that's it.

You get they bodies,
I'll take care of they minds.

- We good?
- For sure.

My nigga.

- Got anything to eat?
- No.

I'm hypoglycaemic.

What the fuck does that mean?

If I don't eat, I could die.

Here.

- Gum?
- I just saved your life.

Think you'd be looking
for a way out of here

after your CBI-Flynn deal
went ass up.

Ah, Flynn fucked up
part of that deal.

But I still got moves
to make with Diamond.

You know those
low-rent motherfuckers

from the back of the yards?

Stop.

You don't fuck
with the Yardies.

I already did.

They as fucked up at the top

as they are at the bottom?

Yeah, their leader, Zamost,
necklaced a kid

for coming short on a deal.

No one likes a thief.

It was his sister's kid.

Who are we to judge?

You know, why you laying
down tracks here anyway?

Ghost being dead and all,

think you'd wanna
stay in New York,

be the motherfucking
king of the city.

Instead you're here
searching for fuckin'...

What? Spit it out.
What am I searchin' for, huh?

Scraps.

Scraps?
That's how you see this?

You got this shit
all backwards.

- I didn't mean...
- Ghost is gone.

New York is over.

This my chance to get mines.

Okay, okay.

You don't wanna fuck
with the Yardies?

That's cool. You could tap out.

I'ma handle them.

But what do you think
about Claudia Flynn?

I think if her ass
wasn't born on third base,

she'd be pushing
perfume samples at Macy's

for $12.50 an hour.

Yeah, well, she's not.

She into some shit.
She got some dirt.

Nah.

Word is,

Daddy don't let her
anywhere near the product.

Well, let's just find that out.

I want you to follow her,
see where she go.

Track her every move.

I could do that.

I'll give you $12.50 an hour.

That shit's too easy.

Reggie.

Step into my office.

You always know
how to make an entrance.

How was Puerto Rico?

It's all fucked up.

What's got you clicking?

Opportunity.

Oh, shit.

I know Walter Flynn hasn't
seen past his fucked-up ways

to let his daughter come out
from behind the table.

He hasn't, and he doesn't
know shit about what I'm doing.

And you're not gonna
say shit to anyone,

or I take this opportunity
and walk.

Uh...

Hmm.

Oh.

Fuck me in the face.

Where you get this from?

Wrong question.

Right question.

Consider this my preorder.

I don't need to.

I came to you
because you're like family.

But if you bring this up
to Vic or my old man...

You know you're the only Flynn

I fuck with, okay?

We good?

I got no beef with you. Sit.

I don't lose sleep
over that shit anymore.

I used to.

But that's his poison.
And I ain't gotta eat it.

Hmm. I don't think I could
be as forgivin' as that.

Just because I forgive
don't mean I forget.

You know what?
Just give me a coffee.

The fuck you think you are,
Starbucks?

Coffee?

You think we been
workin' over that grill

damn near half our lives
to serve coffee?

Just give him a couple
of those chocolate chip cookies

that just came out.

Oh, now we
Mrs. motherfuckin' Fields?

Fuck both of you motherfuckers.

You dinin' with the champ.

Eat like one.

And whatever the champ here

is tellin' you
about his career,

it's only half the truth.

He ain't told me much.

Well, we seen him
knock out this one Polack,

Labunski, two rows deep.

Landed in his mama's lap,
suckin' his goddamn thumb.

You know what we called
that knockout?

Rock-a-bye-baby, bitch!

So you comin' to call in
that marker already?

I am.

There's a way
for money to make money.

Did you invite
this motherfucker?

Sins of the father
aren't always passed down.

He reached out.

Let's hear what he has to say.

I didn't say you could sit.

I don't believe you had
anything to do with the attack

- on my aunt and uncle.
- And why is that?

- It wasn't CBI's style.
- Go on.

The history of your crew,

the power you have
in this city,

you're too smart
to make that move.

You wouldn't have done it
or ordered it.

You were never
a smash-and-grab crew.

Hmm.

Now you can sit.

I've been trying
to get my old man

to see that the drug game
has changed.

The way to make real money
is to join forces.

- Fuck the borders, forget race.
- That shit is real kumbaya.

But I don't think
your old man is on board.

Well, that's
his fuckin' problem.

I came here because
I'd like to work together.

I'm not looking to inherit
something that's crumbling.

A-plus.

I bet you rehearsed that shit
all the way here.

And today you just woke up

and decided to go behind
your daddy's back.

My old man,
he thinks what we have,

what we move is sufficient.

It's not.

I'm sick of waiting my turn.

And what's gonna happen
when he find out?

He doesn't need to find out.

Well, secrets bring drama.

Yeah, drama brings problems.

So I'm sure you told Jenard

about this cute fucking
brunch date you two are having?

Ooh. Look at this kid here.

Just whipped it out
and dumped it

on the table in front of us.

- What you think?
- I think three's an odd number.

I think that shit
gets chopped evenly.

Coffee for me, thanks.

This must be
some white boy shit.

I'll just have one of his.

Fuck you will.

Bring any money?

Clean clothes
and your mother's karpatka.

She was up all night makin' it.

Hey.

You wanna help?

Give me money, Pop.

Please.

Dad, I'm sick.

I ain't gonna give you
no more money

until you get
into rehab, Andrzej.

Please just... help.

Bronx in the '70s
ain't got shit on this place.

My grandmother
used to work here

when it used to be
a slaughterhouse

before it all closed in '71.

Spray down.

Hosin' guts and shit all day.

She said the smell
in the summer was so bad

that folks over in Indiana
used to complain.

She never did.

Said she couldn't even
smell it anymore.

Why the fuck are we
backtracking with the Yardies?

We should be moving forward.

They're a soft target.

They ain't got
no real manpower.

And it's a nice cut.

Junkies don't give a fuck
who got they fix

as long as the location
don't change.

Same spot, just under
different management.

Bring our product here,

get rid of they trash,

built-in pipeline.

I did a few deals with Zamost
when he was on the come-up.

Let me make the intro,

start the negotiation
from there.

Negotiation?

Ain't nobody who was about
to get all their shit took

ever saw it as a negotiation.

If we step, there's only
one way this gonna go down.

- Fuck all these motherfuckers.
- Yo, what up, E?

Yo, you gotta
back the fuck out, G.

Five-oh on the way.

I don't know
who the fuck tipped.

But bounce, nigga.

It's all over the scanners.

Yo, we out.

- What?
- Let's go. Now!

Someone tipped off the police.

Shit, I know that cop.

All units, stay on me.

You got something
you wanna say?

I don't know what it is yet.

Good on your mans
for tippin' you off,

but if you got heat on you...

Look, I don't know
what the fuck this vendetta is

or what it's about.

Good thing he's on my payroll.

He the cop who locked you up?

No, too young.

He came to see me
right after I got home.

Been around since?

No. So what now?

Well, since
the Yardies are burned,

back to the fuckin'
drawin' board.

I mean, you could've
brought this to my attention

a little sooner.

You're right.

Consider it brought.

That's it?

Yeah.

We better figure out
how to get more.

This is from one drum.
We only have one behind it?

We're gonna tap quick.

Who's the cook, Mai?

Me.

You put this batch up?

- You sure about that?
- I...

You should think very carefully
before you answer.

I don't want us
to get on something this good

on the wrong foot.

I had a chemist.

Well, then we should
meet that chemist.

You're calling a lot of shots.

That's what I do.
Is that gonna be an issue?

Just wanna make sure

I'm partnering
with the right Flynn.

You are.

Look, man, I gotta make a stop.

Do it after I drop you.

Come on, I'll buy you
a drink at the spot.

Come on, one fuckin' drink.

You comin'?

Nah, I'ma take off.

I know you're fucking her.

And?

And that shit's temporary.

So you know
that I'm fuckin' your girl

and you still
doin' business with me?

Fuck is wrong with you?
You get off on that shit?

- What, you wanna watch?
- Nah.

I'm not gonna fuck up
a chance to make moves

just 'cause Glo and I
are on a break.

Mm.

I also don't need
my head on a fucking swivel,

wondering if you're gonna
put two in the back of it

while we're out here
tryin' to move.

Don't worry about that.

Money always come first.

And you got a tiny head.

I only need one.

You fuckin' serious, bro?

- The Yardies?
- It was a good play.

The fuck you mean
it was a good play, D?

It's prime territory.

Gives us control
of the whole east side.

You was killin' me for
tryin' to step to they spot,

but now these two
white motherfuckers

come around,
got you all twisted?

You was nickel-baggin'
that shit.

I'm tryin' to take
the whole operation.

And if Elijah
ain't tip you off,

yo' Black ass
goes right back in, for life.

Facts, big bro.

Well, lucky for me,
you was on the scanners.

Real motherfuckin' lucky.

I ain't tryin' to get caught
between y'all.

You two niggas gotta get right.

- We been right, E.
- I don't know, man.

Ever since this white boy
came around with the bag,

you been making
all kinda bad decisions.

Look, Tommy's not the issue.

Right.

Uh, listen to me, D.

If this motherfucker Tommy
is on some type

of suicide mission, nigga,
then fuck him.

Let him get got.

That ain't
my motherfuckin' problem.

But I didn't run this shit
for 15 years

just to stand by
and watch you on the tank

headin' to motherfuckin' battle
with this dude.

You gotta make up
your mind, nigga.

Make a fuckin' choice.

What's so important?

CBI and Diamond Sampson.

And those fuckin' Yardies...

again?

The fuck are you doin', son?

I'm doing what's best
for the family.

If you would just listen
to me...

Nah! You fuckin' listen.

I decide what's best
for this fucking family.

You're out there
makin' fuckin' moves

with CBI
and that fuckin' renegade?

- For what?
- For the future of this family.

You don't have a future
unless I give you one!

Wake the fuck up!

Oh, yeah?
You wanna fuckin' go, son?

The fuck you wanna do?

Fuck.

I built all this.

And you've gone
and pissed all over it,

your fuckin' legacy.

It's all for you.

It's all for you!

Cradle to the fuckin' grave,
you are a Flynn.

And there is no
walkin' away from that.

And if I walk away
from that legacy with Gloria,

- I'm not a man, right?
- That's fuckin' right.

But if I stay with you,
I'm still a fucking boy.

I did say there was someone.

I know.

But I been here before.

Mm, so you what it's like
to be in my shoes?

I'ma find a different bar
for a while.

Business comes first.

Thanks for welcomin' me
to Chicago.

It was
pretty fucking memorable.

Mm.

Yeah.

Oh!

Tommy fuckin' Egan.

Walter Flynn, the last person
I wanted to see.

You hurt my feelings.

You chippin' away
at my city piece by piece,

takin' out
some low-level hillbillies,

that ain't a problem.

In fact, fuckin' have at it.

But...

I hear you got a storm comin'

with that little
sidekick of yours.

I gotta say, Thomas,

if you drag my son Victor

down into your world
of shite...

...I'm gonna bring
the big shoulders of Chicago

down upon thy's head.

I ain't draggin' that kid
nowhere he don't wanna go.

In fact,

maybe I'm pullin' him up.

You ever think
about that, Walter?

Fuck this fucking day.

Where's our fucking drugs?

Don't know what
the fuck you're talkin' about.

Okay.

You have Kate's eyes.

Do the similarities
go beyond there?

- Pops, come on.
- Nah, that's fair.

I understand why you told him
that Kate was dead.

I try not to be
nothin' like her.

What else you got?
Could ask me anything.

- I ain't got nothin' to hide.
- If Kate raised you,

you can't be all candy canes
and sugar cones.

- Oh, I ain't.
- So how fucked up are you, son?

I'm sorry. He's...

Protective, I get it.

On a scale from one to ten?

I told him that you're
probably, like, a solid six.

Maybe a seven with the curve.

I tried to raise JP
the best I could.

I didn't know nothin'
about havin' a kid at 17.

Shit, I was a kid myself.

But I made a decision
not to perpetuate the cycle.

I was gonna do right
by this baby.

He was lucky to have you, Herm?

That wasn't an openin'
for you to jump in.

I'm on a roll.

I'd take him
to the playground every day,

catch him watchin' the kids
with their mothers.

He got older and kept watchin'

till one day,
I couldn't take it no more.

So we stopped.

You said it was because
of the violence and drugs.

Shit, I could've

told you anything
and you would've believed it.

See, now, this cat
is full of shit.

- I wasn't a sucker.
- You weren't.

You were trustin'.

That's what kids do.

Right? They trust.

It's also what fucks them up.

I still remember you
believin' in the tooth fairy

like a motherfucker
till you was nine.

Nah.

His money under
the pillow game was sick.

He would do these little
powdered sugar footprints,

put 'em all over
the windowsill and the floor.

Make it look like
she snuck in and out.

Footprints?

Why the fuck would she walk
if the bitch could fly?

See, I didn't think
about that.

You was real good, Herman.

After you got here, he asked me

what kinda mother
would leave her child.

I told him no mother
worth a shit.

And that's Kate.

- Where are my fucking drugs?
- Fuck you!

You want my license
and registration,

or should I just get
to the part where I pay you?

What the fuck were you doing
in the back of the yards, Vic?

I've never been there.
Heard it's rough, though.

I saw you with Diamond Sampson.

Diamond S... you say Samford?

No, I don't know anyone
by that name.

Shit's real dangerous
in his world.

I'm sorry,
who we talkin' about again?

So that's how
we're gonna play this?

I'm not playing.

You should've been the one
that tipped me off, Seamus.

Your leverage is minimal
and your needs are...

excessive.

I know you can't
take care of your sister

on a cop's salary.

Who's gonna take care of her
if you go away?

Don't you say another
fuckin' word about her.

Yeah, you're right.

I've probably said enough.

Fuck. Fuck!

I don't have
your fucking drugs!

My dad used to smoke cigars,

cheap shit just like this.

You can always tell
a good cigar from the wrapper.

You're a cheap motherfucker
just like him.

Where do you want this one?

How 'bout your mother's cunt?

Wait!

I'll give you
your fucking drugs.

My son leads
with his heart, not his head.

Complicates every
fuckin' thing in his life.

So if you're just another
complication, move along.

Oh, I ain't tryin'
to complicate JP's life.

That shit seems
pretty complicated already.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You fucking kiddin' me?

I gotta take this shit
from both of y'all now?

I'm just playin', bro.

That shit is weird for me too.

Fuck.

You okay, son?

Yeah.

Pipe burst in my apartment.

Hey, look,

I ain't tryin'
to pull nothin' over on JP.

So maybe someday,
me and you will be cool.

Maybe not.

You call her yet?

Where the fuck is your connect?

He'll be here.

Meet us at the safe house.

We'll be there in an hour.

She'll be waiting.

Since none of you guys
got the looks,

who got the brains?

It doesn't seem like
your connect is going to show.

Give me your phone.

I said give me
your fucking phone!

Who the fuck is Ghost?

What took you so fucking long?

"Thank you for saving
my fuckin' life" will do.

Hey, yo.

That Ghost shit,
that was smart.

Thanks.
I'm pretty proud of that.

Yeah, you should be.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

How the fuck you didn't know
that they were Serbs

when you jacked they product?

I-I-I shot 'em before I had
time to work out the accent.

Do not fuckin'
play me, Liliana.

I didn't know.

Not until now.

What the fuck
you standin' around for?

Go run their shit.

When those two
don't report back,

their boss is gonna come
lookin' for them.

He's gonna come
lookin' for you.

She. Their boss is a she.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I heard 'em
talking about a her.

And Drakkar Noir over here
has a fucking twin.

Good,
now I get to kill him twice.

Into the river. Come on.
One, two, three.

This is cute.

She's like
your little fuckin' shadow.

Yeah, this shadow
needs a sitter.

I really don't.

This look like
a day care to you?

Would be the best one ever.

I just need to park her
somewhere safe

while you and me take a ride.

She better be worth it.

I am. He just won't admit it.

I'll go get Jenard.

All right.

Keep your mouth shut
and your ears open.

Okay.

This is some fucked-up shit
that you brought.

You got history with the Serbs?

Yeah, and it ain't good.

Oh, hell no, man.

Fuck outta here with Scarface.

You got my eight large,
cocksucker?

Well, this is gonna go good.

Come on.

One little girl
put all of this in motion.

One fucking brave little girl.

Must kill you
to have to watch me

while your brother's
makin' moves with Tommy.

Look, if that nigga
Diamond wanna run off

with this white boy
and get himself got, fuck him.

That's his business, okay?
He a grown-ass man.

Bunch of grown-ass men
acting like fucking children.

Tommy give you that scar?

No, but he's
responsible for it.

Mm.

And yet you still
runnin' around with him.

Why?

Because I go
where the money is.

Okay, and that's it?

There's gotta be more to it
than that, right?

Nope, never is.

- You fuckin' her?
- Huh?

Liliana.

Nah, not for me.

We do got a history, though.
She used to work for us.

Courier.
Shit went sideways on a drop.

I thought that that scar
was just too identifying.

I wanted to cut bait,
get rid of her.

- But only old partner...
- Spared her life.

Yeah, he was like that.

Well, now that the Serbs
know about her,

it won't be spared for long.

I got a feelin' she ain't
even the target no more.

I think they know about me.

You really
feelin' yourself, huh?

You think you throw
that big of a shadow

that the Chicago Serbs
got you on their list?

Well, me and my
partner... my old partner...

got mixed up with them
for a while.

We fucked with them
for a minute,

but, you know,
one thing led to another,

and maybe my old partner
killed their boss.

That's a big fuckin' shadow.

Yeah, I ain't been
on their Christmas list since.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, listen.

Why don't you
just have a seat, baby?

Just sit down.

How 'bout you just give me
my paper so I can bounce?

You ain't finish the job, baby.

Because you kept trying
to fuck me

the whole time I was cutting.

And you dipped
before you finished, so, what?

I'm sorry, I didn't have time

to stop by HR and file
a fucking complaint

for harassment
in the workplace.

That scar is very fucking fire.

I ain't gonna lie to you.

Pay me what you owe me
and you can touch it.

Now, I know
who's gonna come knockin',

but who's their shot caller?

Rodavan Mirkovic.

He's outta the country
more that he's in.

They gotta call him,
shit's all the way fucked.

Let 'em call.

When he gets here, we cut off
the head of the snake.

What's your play?

I want their pipeline
in Chicago.

I want them gone.

You got the coke,
they got the inroads.

If I say yes,

what's in it for you?

A tax.

So whatever I move is mine,

whatever you move is yours,

plus I owe you a tax?

That's right.

What if I bag Mirkovic myself?

Well, then fuck the tax.

We split that shit 50-50
right down the middle.

Maybe we bring
the Flynn kid in,

use his connections.

Can't be no maybes.

This shit needs to be tactical.

The Serbs control
a big part of the west side.

But they're savage.

They're not like
the other crews.

You got one swing
with that machete.

Now, I know
I'm on the hook with you,

and you got every right
to call in that marker.

But?

But I can't rock with you
on this one.

So what you saying?

You on your own.

And for what it's worth,

you better meditate
or pray or drink

or do whatever you can
to seek the answers on this,

because once you start it,

it can't be undone.

Hey, how much you
thinkin' we hit this place for?

Hey, nigga,
we ain't robbin' it, a'ight?

We just gonna light
this bitch up and leave.

We gon' send a message.
That's it.

Again, nigga?
If we gon' do this shit,

I'm leavin' this motherfucker
with some paper, nigga.

Bro, is you with me?

We gonna light this bitch up
and leave, nigga.

That's it.

Hey! Drop the straps,

and I'll knock each one of you
little niggas' heads back!

Shit just got interesting.

The fuck you gonna do, nigga?

The fuck is you doin', D?

You goddamn kids!
Now, get out!

I'm callin'
the motherfuckin' cops!

Hey, D, let's
fuckin' bounce, bro, come on.

D!

Man, fuck this nigga.
We gone, bro.

Drive, nigga!

Why you been fucking
with my club?

Huh?

Go get the other one.

Hurry up.

Tatiana wants all this
moved for Mirkovic.

Yes, sir.

Hey, guys,
sorry about the wait.

What are you guys having?

Everything's good?

- Thank you.
- Yeah, thank you.

Here you go.

You said you threw it away.

It's a fuckin' napkin, Vic.

It's our dream house.

It's a pipe dream.

It's like I'm babysitting you.

Shit. Ooh!

Fuck, you wanna
get down on this?

If I don't cut it,
I don't do it.

- Diamond know you...
- Fuck my brother!

And fuck Tommy!

Them motherfuckers
ain't no shot callers.

You ain't never tell me
how you and Tommy linked.

How much you willing
to pay me for my answer?

Mm.

Now, that nigga Tommy
gonna wind up dead

one way or another.

I'll give you ten times this

if you the one
that pull the trigger.

That ain't never gonna happen.

Okay.

You've paid in full.

Go ahead.

Thank you.

You never get sick
of that view, do you?

I don't.

Design really tells you
a lot about people.

Their taste, their aesthetic,
their story.

Relax.

You want a drink?

- I'm okay.
- Okay's not gonna cut it.

You need a drink.

I was kinda surprised
to hear from you

after all this time.

I thought we completed
our terms of employment.

Opportunity's proven different.

Christ, why so formal, Doc?

You've got the gig.

Question is how much you want.

I'm confused.

What job exactly
are you referring to?

You know, secret sauce.

In fact,

you're the only one
who knows how to cook Dahlia.

Dahlia?

Let's not do
this fucking dance.

You know the beautiful powder
you created?

We're about to level up,
so we need a huge amount.

The amount's as important
as the quality.

Can I at least
consider my options?

You most certainly cannot.

We have copies of the reports.

What reports
are you referring to?

The ones where you
falsified pertinent

and potentially fatal test data

on the diet pill that went
to the FDA for approval.

Whatever Mai has told you
is a complete lie.

I have the originals
as well as what you submitted.

Trying to get it approved.

It was your VC
that was funding the project.

But it was your reports,

your signatures,
your guarantees.

Speaking of,
Mai's already guaranteed

that she'll testify
that you falsified the numbers

of your own volition,

which will cost you
your license,

any shred of a career,

and bonus...

the federal statutes
of prosecution

are still very much applicable.

So what exactly are the options

you wanted to consider, Doc?

I was wondering
when you was gonna call.

Tatiana.

Too bad Jason couldn't be here.

Could've been a nice reunion.

He's dead.

So is the man who killed him.

What, are we keepin' score?

Your partner, Ghost.

How did it happen?

I always thought
you would do it.

You thought wrong. Wasn't me.

But it gave you opportunities.

Worked out well for you.

And yet here you are
in Chicago,

still making problems for us.

Speaking of problems,
where's Liliana?

Once you found out I was here,
you gave zero fucks about her.

Here.

There's your coke.

You don't need her.

We done?

I don't think so.

Your little sidekick
killed two of my men.

It seems fair
that I should get her back.

Well, fair bein'
overrated and all,

that ain't gonna happen.

- No?
- No.

- You sure about that?
- Very.

Well, if we are to keep score,

you have now hit
four of my men.

And I'm not even
on the board yet.

You know what? Take the L,

take your cocaine, and go home.

You got what you came for.

Did I?

What if New York...

what if my boss, Mirkovic,

were to hear that Tommy Egan
is in Chicago?

How about I kill you
and we're even?

Kill me?

Tatiana, ain't you heard?

I'm already dead.

That's how you get a cookie.

We're in this now.

And just like that,

I'm up 6-0.

If you're going to kill me,

do it.

I got Jason to spare
your miserable fucking life

while you grovelled
at your own grave.

It was me who vouched for you.

I saved your fucking life.

You never should've
mentioned New York.

Storm's coming.

It's already here.

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