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Previously on Raising Kanan...

Crown Camacho's
check-writing days is done.

I want half of his half.

Cartier ain't the type
to just let people

walk away from him.

I need you to squeeze the
fucking trigger tonight

and save me, baby.

Hey, Ma, remember you sent me

to do that shit in the park?

She forgot to tell me
that nigga was my father.

She ain't gonna be able to
make this shit right, ever.

Sam was gonna go on the
record about your shooting.

Sam catching these slugs is
connected to my shooting?

- Is it connected?
- You gotta stop

with this bullshit, Burke.

Laverne Thomas,
you've been DAT'd.

By who?

Of course it's you.

Maybe you have helped
me out with some shit

and I do owe you one.

Your own people coming for you.

Watch your back, Detective.

I know you my father,
man, and I been knowing.

Is that why you shot him?

'Cause you found out
he was your father?

'Cause I know it's not a
good look to be a cop's kid.

It's even worse when
your mom was a snitch.

I put down Scrap, nigga.

You didn't have
the heart for it.

You want to know something, Lou?

I fucked that shit up.

Scrap wasn't no snitch.

The Tootsie Roll from Jamaica,

you deal with this
quickly and completely.

You won't hear about it again.

Yo, get down!

Oh God.

Open the fucking
door. It's Marvin.

Yo, over here.

I figured I'd talk to
you mother to mother.

- Laverne assaulted...
- Wait. Where are my guys?

Get down!

Southside.

♪ I'm a hustler, baby
I'm a hustler, baby ♪

♪ Yeah, I know
Heartbreaks, setbacks ♪

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

♪ Make money Make,
make, make money ♪

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

♪ Beef with the best of 'em ♪

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

♪ Checks, I'm collectin' 'em ♪

♪ Check, boy I'm
finessin' 'em ♪

♪ Bag Supreme Boy,
you fuck around ♪

♪ Put a big bag on your head ♪

♪ Before the weather
break You're dead ♪

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

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

♪ Re-up, we up
G'd up, what up? ♪

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

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

Ha ha. That's right.

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

♪ Your heartbeat pacin' ♪

♪ And it's all right ♪

♪ That's how We do
it on this side ♪

♪ Niggas get to
it On this side ♪

♪ I know heartbreaks
Setbacks ♪

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

♪ Hey, hey ♪

After the dust done settled

and the smoke done cleared,

the first thing you gonna do

is thank whoever the
fuck you gonna thank

you still breathing.

And for a second,

you damn near the happiest
motherfucker in the world

'cause you alive, nigga,

and that shit can't
help but feel good.

But all that happy bullshit

you feeling gone real quick

when you try to piece your
shit back together again.

You good. Shit went
straight through.

Motherfuckers always act
like that shit good news.

"Went straight through."

Like I should be celebrating.

I got a fucking hole in my body

that ain't supposed
to be there, nigga.

Hell of a lot better than
having a slug stuck inside you,

pressing up against
your fucking spine.

You may be alive,

but everything around you
is broken and busted up.

Damage been done, nigga.

And that shit that
can't never be fixed.

Put it all on
Crown... everything.

Ms. Thomas.

We need to ask you a
few more questions.

Don't fuck it up.

Okay. You know your
sister's alive.

Now you're gonna talk to me.

Outside.

Oh, shit.

We out.

The backup from the
incident reached

the Verrazano Bridge and
has yet to be cleared.

City officials say they expect

to reopen the lane
in the next 24 hours.

The fallout from corrupt NYPD
detective Ralph Sacristano's

recent conviction continues

as more wrongfully imprisoned
men are released this week.

As you may remember,
Detective Sacristano

was found guilty of
manufacturing evidence

against at least ten men.

Maybe they're selling the island

back to the Indians.

'Nique.

I thought you'd be asleep.

You won't believe...

Who's that?

You didn't tell me that Ronnie
was getting out this week.

Ronnie's here?

Ronnie, Unique big brother.

You know the nigga around
the way everybody avoid

and steer clear of 'cause
he's so wild and fucked up.

Well, well, well.

Look who's home.

Ronnie's the nigga
that that nigga avoid.

Man, you been gone three years,

and you ain't gon' get up

and give your baby
brother no love?

Don't want my shit to get soggy.

Ain't changed one bit, I see.

That being nice didn't work.

I thought you was supposed to
get out on, uh, on Thursday.

Got that TB spreading
up in Auburn,

so they let me go a week early.

Well, shit, you look
good, though, man.

All diesel and shit.

Look like the pen agree
with a nigga, huh?

- You get cut?
- Huh?

Sleeve.

Scratch my hand on
the car door again.

You stay bullshitting.

I mean, I come from
a musical family.

My dad played the horn.

My brother got that
same music bug,

so I put some money
into this record label

he had with Crown.

I mean, I been knowing
Crown for years,

and I mean, I ain't know

he was over his
head to no shylocks.

That is, until
they stepped to me

and they told me I
had to cover his debt.

And when did they approach you?

A few weeks back.

White boys.

Told them I ain't had nothing
to do with Crown's money.

It was all him.

And that's when they said they
was gonna circle back up on me.

I guess they did... tonight.

Did Mr. Camacho ever
mention anything to you

about the Baisley Park houses

- or South Jamaica houses?
- No.

We're still gathering
up evidence,

but it looks like there
were drug operations

going on at both
of those locations.

I mean, Crown was
into some crazy shit.

That's just who he was.

Of course, none of the
tenants are talking to us

at either Baisley or
the Jamaica houses.

Any insights here, Howard?

Camacho was always a smart kid.

Entrepreneurial.
Steady hustlin'.

But he dirty. He been dirty.

We're hearing that
the operations at both

Baisley and Jamaica
houses were substantial.

Crown always had a big old
brain on his shoulders.

Wouldn't put nothing
past that kid.

Remind us again,

what happened when
these shooters

showed up at your house?

This about to be the last time.

Heard a knock at the door.

Saw it was my niece's mother,
so I was letting her in.

That's when these fools started
shooting at us from the street.

Then she got hit.

I ran back into the house,

grabbed up my gun,

which like I been
saying, is registered.

Shot the first guy that
came through the door.

I was panicking so hard, I
fired off all my bullets.

So when the second guy came in,

I mean, all I could do was
grab up the first guy's gun,

and I shot his
partner in the back.

Look, I done told you the
same shit three times now.

I ain't got nothing else to say.

We'll be in touch.

Italians, Jamaicans, Dominicans.

Crown owed money
to damn near half

the United fucking Nations, man.

I never knew about
no dope dealing, man.

That nigga always
seemed like he was

living beyond his means.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

We put her through the paces,

and her story stayed consistent.

She puts it all on this
Crown Camacho character.

Her brother singing the same
song down in his studio.

Aren't you supposed to be RDL?

What are you doing here tonight?

I heard what happened
on the scanners.

Figured it was a "all hands
on deck" kind of night.

It's exactly that
kind of fucking night.

Malcolm, I need to
talk to you. Right now.

Detective Burke, this is
neither the time nor the place.

This is exactly the
time and place, Captain,

because I'm sure
that all this shit,

everything that's
happened tonight,

can somehow track back

to Howard and the
endless fucking lies

he's been telling me
and everyone else.

Burke, I don't know what
I did to piss you off,

- but we need to get past...
- No. Hell no.

No one's responding

to Detective Burke's
bullshit right now.

- You come with me.
- I know you think

that I'm the problem here,
Captain, but it's not me.

Believe the balls on that chick?

I'm just doing my job.

That's all I've ever been doing.

And as of right now,

you're suspended from
that job, Detective Burke.

You can't do that.

Oh, I can, and I just did.

You're a fucking
mess, Detective.

I could almost tolerate
it when it was just you

throwing away your own
career, but now you're trying

to bring down Howard and
the department with you.

That I will not allow.

Howard's not who you
think he is, okay?

- He's got secrets.
- Stop.

- I'm telling you.
- Shannon, stop.

Shit.

I don't know if you
even remember this,

but I was at the
7-2 with your father

when he had to bring you
in one night with him

because your mother
was too drunk

to watch you and your brother.

You couldn't have been more
than six or seven years old.

And I know that kind of
family shit takes its toll,

but you're so far off
the reservation right now

that I'm not even sure if
you can find your way home.

You're throwing your
career away, Shannon.

I keep trying to stop you,

but you don't want
to listen to me.

Or anybody else.

This doesn't have anything to
do with my mother, Captain.

I need your gun,

your shield, and
your ID, Shannon.

You're making a mistake.

No, I made a lot of
mistakes with you,

but this ain't one of them.

Your union rep will
reach out to you

to tell you where
to go from here.

Just so you know,

my mother did the
best she could.

Unfortunately for her,
she was married to my dad.

Cap, if Burke could get the
fuck out of her own way,

she could be good police.

It's too late for that.

You fucked it all up, Sally.

You... I mean, you made
a goddamn mess of things.

I just got some mopping up
to do, that's all. Okay,

I didn't have my usual guys.

Fish got ears.

I should've stopped you
before you opened your mouth.

I got it from a reliable source.

The Feds are listening in
on a bunch of our spots.

I don't think they
wired the shop yet.

I had it swept yesterday,

but I ain't taking
no fucking chances.

Okay, look, I am sorry

for the trouble out
in Jamaica, Stefano.

Obviously, it didn't go
exactly as we planned.

Are you... are you
fucking kidding me, Sally?

The cops are fucking everywhere.

NYPD so far up my ass,
the police commissioner's

recommending more fucking
roughage in my diet.

Okay, so then let the dust
settle a little bit, huh?

And then I'm gonna
clean this all up.

- Sally. Sally.
- Okay, I promise you.

Listen to me, Sally.

Your cleaning days are over.

At least on this
side of the river.

Yeah, go fucking
tidy up New Jersey.

I'm sure there's plenty of a
fucking mess there for you.

Oh, and by the way,

you're gonna buy a couple of
butterfly fish before you go.

The least you could do.

I can't wait to unpack this
shit with one fucking arm.

That's why you got Kanan.

You gonna help your
mother with all this shit.

I don't live here.

Where the fuck you live then?

You gonna help her empty
these boxes, you hear me?

Fuck it.

I ain't even trying to
unpack right now anyway.

I'm gonna go make some tea
and then we gonna talk.

'Cause we got a lot
of shit to talk about.

- Need some help?
- I might.

Thanks, baby.

You don't live here.

Get the fuck out
of here with that.

You live wherever
your mother live.

Understand?

See?

Now, I got to get back
to my breathing again.

This is a crime scene.

You can't be in here.

Clear out.

First I just want to say, um,

Juke, I'm sorry about Kenya.

Last thing I would want

is for you to have any
more pain in your life.

No matter where
the two of you was,

I know that losing your
mother like that...

I'm just sorry.

What was she doing there?

She wanted to talk.

About you.

About her.

About everything that
happened between you.

She was hurting, Juke.

For leaving you, for not
coming back to get you,

and for everything she did
once you found each other.

She said all that?

She did.

Um, you know I got my
own opinions on Kenya,

but she loved you, Juke.

I don't doubt she figured out

she did you wrong
on that church shit.

You okay?

I'm alive.

So you know I'm good.

Look, I just want to
let y'all know that...

I'm done doing what
I've been doing.

Shit cost way more than
I'm willing to pay.

I'm finished.

I'm out.

From here on, everything
gonna be different.

So you thinking me
and you good now?

Look, I'm not saying
we good, Kanan.

I mean, you and me,
we got a lot to fix.

I want you to know that

I'm through with all
of this other shit.

You know, the only reason
I went to the hospital

is to keep this
bullshit-ass story

you and my father put
together about Crown.

His father?

What the fuck he talking about?

You gonna tell him, or should I?

Like I said, Kanan, we
got a lot to talk about.

And I'm gonna have
that conversation

with you and everybody else.

There ain't shit to talk about,

'cause if you
talking, you lying.

And I ain't got time
for that shit no more.

I ain't got time for you.

Kanan.

Def Con dead.

What he got to do
with all of this?

Juke.

Uh, you want to tell me what
the fuck is going on here?

This shit is about to fuck

real hard with
your head, Marvin.

- Kanan!
- Ain't got shit to say.

Not to you. Not to
her. Not nobody else.

Stop, man. Just stop.

Man, everything
she say bullshit.

You know her just like I do.

Nigga, you really think
she giving all that up?

Hell no.

She need the game.

She is the fucking game.

Hey, look, man,
I'm not even saying

she completely deserve it, but
maybe give it one more shot

to make shit right
between y'all.

'Cause what she said sounded
kind of real back there.

How many more chances
is she gonna get, Juke?

I know.

Yo, your mother's gone

because she somehow got
caught up in her shit.

That's what happen with her.

She fuck up everything
she touch, man.

I'm not going out like that.

Hell no.

I'm outie.

- Lou know?
- Hell no.

Just give a nigga another
reason to hate me.

Yo, how the fuck you
keep this to yourself?

Well, you know what
these streets would do

to that boy if they knew
he was a cop's kid, Marvin.

What they would do to me.

Buy you know I'd
never tell nobody.

Yeah, but it's not exactly shit

that come up in
polite conversation.

Damn.

So you're suspended without pay

pending the outcome of
this IAD investigation.

As usual, you know
more than I do.

I haven't even
heard all that yet.

Your captain called
me this morning.

You got the call before me.

Got it.

He's concerned
about you, Shannon.

He's concerned that you're
not just gonna lose your job,

but that you're gonna
end up in prison.

In prison for what?

Finding out that Howard's dirty?

You just don't fucking
get it, Shannon!

Howard's not under
investigation.

You are!

When the hell are
you gonna get that

through your thick,
fucking skull?

Nobody gives a fuck
about Howard but you.

And that's the fucking problem!

And don't fucking
yell at me, Dad.

I'm trying to help you.

You and I are gonna
meet with your union rep

and your attorney together
and see what IAD has.

But you have to trust me

and let me do the talking.

I know these people. I
know how they operate.

The less you say, the
better off you are.

It's crazy that you out, man.

Damn near miraculous.

Dirty cop lied on me.

Shit. All cops lie, brother.

Most niggas case don't get
flipped like yours, bro.

Before I went in,

we had niggas out on these
corners getting paid.

Before you went in, cops
was rounding up niggas

soon as they posted up.

Police fuck with us,
we stay a step ahead.

At least that's how I did it.

Look, shit different now, man.

Can't do that
open-air shit no more.

They checking too
hard for us now.

Raq making money off your back.

Bitch got you out in New Jersey

making a nickel on five hundred.

That ain't even the split.

I put you in that CEO spot.

You demote your own ass
down to entry-level.

Now, that might be how
you see things, Ronnie,

but that ain't at all
what happened, brother.

Business change.

Sometimes you gotta
change with the shit.

Whatever the fuck
you say, 'Nique.

No, Fame. Fuck all that, man.
I'm never going home again.

That "not going home" shit

sound a whole lot better
than it is in real life.

Believe that.

If my moms would take me back...

I'm in my room right
now probably watching TV

and rubbing one the fuck out.

- It's true.
- You ill, nigga.

I mean, shit, your moms
not like my moms anyway.

My mother...

she different.

Well, we about to
be out on our ass,

'cause this shit was on the door

when I came home last night.

Man, fuck this rent, Fame.

We need to be on
some bigger moves

then just paying rent
for this bullshit.

Trying to make my
own money, man.

Take care of my shit.

Fuck everybody else.

Semrad got work?

Semrad as-as in the nigga
I get my weed from, Semrad?

The hell if I know.

I just buy this
shit and smoke it.

Selling it is
somebody else problem.

And look...

I ain't trying to be
on that track again.

You know better than anybody,

this hustling shit
just ain't me.

Well, it's like you said, nigga.

The rent's due.

So when she say
she out, she out.

But when I say that I'm out,

she say she owns me?

Man, fuck Raq.

That whiskey be talking
for you tonight.

No, nigga, this is
all me. My words.

This ain't about no liquor.

It's me talking my shit, Marvin.

Out loud.

Bet you she ain't
tell you about Scrap.

Hmm? Course not.

She ain't want you to know
how she fucked that shit up.

Marvin, Scrap wasn't no snitch.

He ain't had to go.

She killed him for nothing.

She killed him for
no reason at all.

How you know that?

She fucking told me.

Nigga was up to something.

Oh, fuck out of here, man.

'Cause he was most
definitely bullshitting

when he told me that story
about hanging pictures

- for his cousin.
- Maybe so.

But Scrap bullshittin'
don't mean

that the nigga had
to fucking die!

It means he was
hiding something.

Get out of here.

Maybe he wasn't no snitch,

but he was definitely
into something

he didn't need to be into.

Either way though, let me
pour some out for the brother.

Scrap didn't deserve
how we did him, man.

Fuck Raq.

Have you checked
the career board

to see if there
are any jobs there

that might be of
interest to you?

It's just White
Castle and McDonald's.

What starts off as
a junior position

might turn out to be
a satisfying career.

What about the military?

With your grades, you
might be able to sign up

for an officer
candidate position.

I ain't trying to be in no war.

What do you like to do?

What interests you?

I sing.

Singing is not a
career. It's a pastime.

Mm.

Guess I'll figure something out.

Well, good luck to
you then... Laverne.

Eh...

Looks like they buying

our story about
your boy Camacho.

Turns out Crown was good
for something after all.

Kanan still staying
at his friend's?

Going through some shit.

He gonna be a'ight.

He came to my house the
other night all fucked up.

You done messed with
that boy's head so much,

he don't know up
from down anymore.

- Now, he get to talking...
- Kanan don't talk.

He talked to me, Raq.

He need to know that we
all in this shit together.

He need to know
that me and you...

we on the same side.

We ain't on the same
side, Detective.

When it comes to
the kid, we are.

IAD is saying you've had
questionable relationships

with a number of young people

and that it suggests a pattern

of illegal behavior
on your part.

Apparently, you've
intervened on behalf of a...

Laverne Thomas twice now.

Who the hell is that?

She's just... she's just a girl

from the neighborhood
I've been looking out for.

She's a minor, just
like this Bingham girl

from the Upper East Side.

Detective Burke never
even met Nicole Bingham.

And who is... Andrew Gordon?

Because they're saying
your client got him

out of a shoplifting
charge at the sixth.

That was just... look, all this
stuff is just being twisted

and turned to make
me look like shit.

Doesn't seem like
they need to do

much twisting to make you
look like shit, Detective.

Southside Jamaica's
a no-fly zone, man.

You got cops everywhere.

It's people getting
shot up in the projects.

You see the news?

Some mafia guys got put
down there the other night.

What's the mafia?

What I tell you about
getting in the middle

- of adult talk?
- They ain't adults.

Just play the damn game, Romero.

I'm not trying to sell my shit

on the Southside,
the corners, fellas.

Look, none of that mafia shit
got nothing to do with us.

We just here trying to make
you some money, Semrad.

Even if shit out by
you wasn't stupid,

I wouldn't trust this
fool not to smoke through

whatever I give you.

He's a fiend.

Fame is here, like,
every day coppin'.

That's bullshit, Romero.

Just play the game.

You paused it.

Look, I appreciate you

offering up your
services, fellas,

but I'm gonna have to pass,
and if you don't mind,

I only get a few hours
a week with Romero here.

Trying to make our time
together meaningful and shit.

What's that?

Some folks from your...
your mom's church

was cleaning out
her stuff, and...

and they found this.

I guess Kenya was...
was keeping it for you.

They dropped it off
a little bit ago.

Um...

it turns out they're
gonna be having

some sort of memorial for
her at the church tonight.

I know you got no
love for those people,

but if you wanted to go...

I'd go with you

Yo.

What happened to that
turkey that was in here?

You smoked out and
ate that shit, man.

All at once. The other day.

Word?

Somebody here?

Nigga, it's your
mom and the police.

Hi.

What's happening, fellas?

How y'all living?

Large as hell, 5-0.

Never really seen
the spot before.

It works.

Yo, my man, need you to
get the fuck out of here

so we can talk to Kanan alone.

Um, no disrespect, but this
is actually my apartment.

None taken. Get to stepping.

Nah, he right.

This Fame's crib.

Famous.

Go get yourself some pizza.

No. No.

I was actually, uh, hungry.

The turkey I had finished.

Whatever, man. Just go then.

Thank you.

Yo, take your time, homeboy.

So what?

You two getting back together?

We just came to check in on you.

Make sure you a'ight.

And that, um...

that you understand that things
are real delicate right now.

So you on her side now?

It ain't about sides, Kanan.

'Cause it really didn't feel
like y'all was on the same side

the night that you sent me
out there to put him down.

Just the fact that you would
put that shit in the world,

even though it's just
me and your moms,

is the very reason we're here.

Shit is real dangerous
right now, Kanan,

with everything
that's been going on.

Southside is in the crosshairs.

The FBI is getting
involved, you hear me?

We all gotta keep
our shit real close.

Real quiet.

What about that white cop then?

She know everything.

Dropped that science
on me the other day.

She all over this.

Yeah, she rolled up on
me over at the store.

I thought she was fishing.

She know who I am

and who y'all are to each other.

She even started
putting shit together

about me and him in
the park that night.

So you telling us
to keep shit close,

but your partner about to
blow us wide fucking open.

No, Burke ain't even on the job.

She been suspended.

Man, that don't
change what she know.

I'll handle her.

You two just keep your noses
clean and your mouths shut.

We're gonna fix this, Kanan.

We're gonna start over.
We're gonna do shit right.

I swear.

Right, 'cause you so
good at fixing shit.

Yo, your partner's
gonna fuck us all up.

Don't matter if she
a cop or not, man.

She know the score.

IAD's on me now, Shannon.

Asking me questions about
you, about us, about Howard.

And I have worked way too
hard and put in too much time

to fuck up my career

because you're trying
to be fucking Serpico.

I'm sorry, Adina.

My mother's gonna
be dead in a year,

and the only thing standing

between her passing
away in peace

and dying in pain is the job.

Everyone told you
to leave it alone,

but you wouldn't listen.

Because you never
listen, Shannon,

because everything is about you.

I knew I shouldn't have
circled back with you.

I knew it.

But I still cared about you.

Not anymore.

I'm done.

With you, with this, with us.

I hope this bullshit
with Howard was worth it.

So how long is he gonna be here?

'Cause there is not enough room

for me, you, Jerome, and Ronnie.

He's my brother, Pernessa.
What you want me to do?

I know who he is, but I-I don't
feel comfortable with him here.

'Nique, I don't feel comfortable

with him around our son.

You know Ronnie brings trouble,

and we done have
enough of that already.

'Nique, Worrell left behind
a son and a daughter.

Okay, I am not trying
to be a single mother.

None of that gonna happen to us.

And it damn sure ain't gonna
happen 'cause of my brother, P.

I got this, a'ight?

We gonna be good.

- Okay.
- A'ight?

Give me a minute.
I got a plan.

I'll be back soon.

Where you going, 'Nique?

Looks smaller when there
ain't nothing in it,

right?

Word.

You know, I grew up
in this motherfucker.

This shit right here?

It's my life.

It's my life too.

And she's selling it.

She's selling it 'cause it
don't mean nothing to her.

Nothing means shit
to her, Kanan.

I hit you up because I felt like

you the only one I can talk to.

The only one know her like I do.

See her same as me.

Right?

She put down your boy D-Wiz.

It was her call.

Yeah, I know her.

She tell you she had me do it?

It's not enough that
she want it done, man.

She gotta put that
shit on me too.

She just wants it to
fuck with me forever.

You could've said no
to her, Uncle Lou.

And I could've said no too.

What's up, baby?

You lost, nigga?

You know, I thought
I was at first,

till I found you.

How you feeling?

Making dinner with
one fucking arm.

Shit's an accident
waiting to happen.

Kind of sounds like
you could use a hand.

This shit has gone
on way too long,

and it's gotten
way too fucked up.

We need to meet and talk.

I'll tell you everything
you want to know.

Okay?

You know, Sal ain't gonna make

another move till shit
cool down out here.

Still too much police right now.

Gonna take a minute
for the dust to settle

and all that.

It ain't even gonna
get that far from me.

Gonna figure out what it
takes to get these Jersey

motherfuckers off my back
and then I'm on other shit.

Closing up shop.

Don't know what's next for
me, but whatever it is,

it ain't out on these streets.

It ain't worth it to me no more.

So that's it?

Mm.

Just one thing.

You know I'm gonna miss
you out here, right?

You'll be a'ight.

Yeah, I'll be a'ight.

But you see, you the
best part of the game.

Ah...

♪ Man ♪

♪ I can understand ♪

♪ How it might be ♪

♪ Kind of hard ♪

♪ For you to love
a girl Like me ♪

♪ I don't blame you much ♪

♪ For wanting to be free ♪

♪ I just wanted you to know ♪

♪ That I loved you better ♪

♪ Than your own kin did ♪

♪ From the very start ♪

♪ It's my own fault ♪

♪ What happens to my heart ♪

♪ I've always known you'd go ♪

♪ And do ♪

♪ Do what you gotta do ♪

♪ My wild ♪

♪ Sweet love ♪

♪ Though it may mean ♪

♪ That I'll never kiss those ♪

♪ Sweet lips again ♪

♪ Pay that no mind ♪

♪ Find that baffle
dream Of yours ♪

♪ Come on back ♪

♪ And see me when you can ♪

♪ Now, I know ♪

♪ I know it makes
you feel Sad ♪

♪ I know it makes
you feel So bad ♪

♪ They say you don't
treat me Like you should ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Well ♪

How you feeling, Burke?

Let see, I just
lost my girlfriend,

I'm about to lose my job, and
everyone thinks I'm crazy.

So all in all, pretty
fucking shitty, Malcolm.

- I hear you.
- I don't think you do.

I don't think you hear
anything but your own bullshit.

I appreciate you
meeting me like this.

- I want this shit to be over.
- Me too.

That's why I called.

I don't know what
you think you know,

and I really don't care,
'cause it don't matter.

But I want to help you, Burke.

I mean, I can't help
with your girlfriend.

You fucked that up all
on your own, but...

I think I can help
save your job.

I'm gonna tell you what I know,

because maybe you
don't care, but I do.

I care a lot.

A whole lot, which is
clearly part of my problem.

Back when she was
still in high school,

Raquel Thomas was
your informant.

She was close to Def Con Stark,

the biggest drug dealer
in South Jamaica,

and I'm assuming she gave
you some intel on him

and his business.

At some point, you
started sleeping together,

which because of her age was
a crime in and of itself,

but quite frankly, that's the
least of your crimes here.

You got Raquel pregnant.
She had a child, Kanan.

Now, she didn't want anyone to
know that he was a cop's kid,

so she lied, told the
whole world, including you,

that he was Def Con's boy,

and that's how it
stayed for years.

And not too long ago,

you found out
Kanan was your kid.

Got to admit...

this is where it
gets murky for me,

because I don't know

how you found out
Kanan was your son

or what you did when
you did find out,

but I do know it was Kanan

who shot you in the
park that night.

This all sounding
about right so far?

Let's say you are right
about some of this shit.

I'm not saying you are,
but for the hell of it.

Let's just say a few
things in the ballpark.

It still don't add
up to shit, Burke.

Maybe not.

But what about all
the shit you did

to cover it up, Malcolm?

You had Sam killed.

I know it was
you. It had to be.

And if you did that, who knows
what else you could've done?

Who knows...

I told you to keep your
fucking mouth shut, didn't I?

Hmm?

Look what you made me do.

Look what you
fucking made me do.

Shit.

God damn it, Burke.

You fucking taping me?

You had Sam killed.

I know it was you.

Streets make you do shit

you ain't even
know you could do.

Turn you into somebody you
don't even recognize no more.

But don't get it twisted.

That's all you,
nigga. You did that.

And you could blame the
block for your bullshit,

but ain't nobody else
pull that trigger.

Fuck the police.

♪ Whoa, whoa ♪

♪ If you see me walking ♪

♪ Down the street and I ♪

♪ Start to cry
Each time we meet ♪

♪ Then walk on by ♪

♪ Walk on by ♪

♪ Make believe that You
don't see the tears ♪

♪ You don't see my tears ♪

- ♪ Just let me ♪
- ♪ Just let me grieve ♪

♪ In private 'Cause
each time I see you ♪

♪ I see you ♪

♪ Just can't help myself ♪

♪ I think about How
tight we used to be ♪

♪ I break down and cry ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ Walk on by ♪