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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.

Ha ha. That's right.

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...

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.