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Y'all got time to fuck off? Cool.

I'm moving y'all delivery date up a day.

His eye got a little worse after the second surgery.

My niece, Karen-she'd be happy to take a look at your case.

Now, them factory niggas-

they want that high-quality A-one shit that we got.

Tell me what the hell y'all want,

'cause I know that damn permit ain't come for free.

Say "yes" to us using your truck.

What y'all selling?

What do you want?

I want Zoe to know that I'm her father.

Stop stalling and give him a hug.

Bye, Dad.

You hear what she just called me?

I'm disappointed in you, Meech. This your alarm clock.

If I don't get my loot in six days,

this motherfucker gonna ring.

Gonna keep my foot on they neck.

They stay where they are, under me.

Ruffle his feathers, nothing else.

Don't do me like this!

These are hot.

They ain't got no sour cream.

Girl, you know these janky-ass convenience stores.

Hey, what up, Simone?

Hey!

I ain't seen you in a minute.

Maybe she doesn't want to be seen,

at least not by you.

I find that hard to believe. What's not to love?

Anyway, y'all going to Mikey's party?

Maybe we can roll together.

On what, your tiny-ass BMX?

Listen, I know Mikey got the Honda Elite.

But it ain't about the ride you pull up in.

It's about the moves you make when you in that party.

And trust me, I got moves.

Oh. You're funny.

That's why we should go together.

Y'all can laugh and dance all night long,

and me, I'll show you

how a real man supposed to treat you.

You buying our pops and chips, too, Shabba Doo?

For y'all? Hell, yeah.

Just put 'em in here.

Oh, okay.

You know, I'll bring it out.

What up, Meech? Is that all?

Yeah.

Y'all can wait outside. I got this.

Uh-uh. It's freezing out there.

We want to stay in here with the heat.

That'll be $5.50.

Can y'all please wait outside?

Come on, Meech. The line's getting long.

Give me the government stamps. I ain't got all day, come on.

Hold up- y'all on food stamps,

and you out here capping on Mikey?

Told you, girl-

never mess with no broke-ass dude in the hole.

Shit. You was right. - We'll pay for his stuff, too.

Keep the change, Meech.

Damn, man.

Damn.

Hey. I seen what happened inside there, man.

Let me tell you something- never be ashamed of who you are

and where you're from, you understand?

Yeah. - Matter of fact, look.

Take this and buy something,

impress those girls, you know what I'm saying?

Yeah. Thanks, Pat.

You got it. Man, ain't shit.

Pat was the biggest drug dealer

in our hood.

But he was more than that.

Judges, athletes, cops, and robbers all gave props

to the Black Superman of Southwest Detroit.

Outside of my old man,

Pat was the dude that I looked up to most.

Hey, we north of 8 Mile for real.

Yeah, nobody'll ever find us

way out here in the burbs.

Hey, this is some Leave It to Beaver type shit.

What's up with the neighbors, though?

Shit, as long as we keep the yard manicured

and maintain foot traffic, our stash gonna be good.

Hey, yo, I told you not to interfere with the mortgage.

You know Pops is out the crib, right?

Oh, so I'm just supposed to let the bank

put y'all out on the street, huh?

You should be thanking me, nigga.

Man, fuck you. What if they break up for real?

Maybe they should.

I'm tired of all that arguing and fighting and shit

-they be doing, man.

Yo, what up doe? - What up?

Yo, what y'all doing in here?

Where B-Mick at?

I don't know, but he gave me the key and sent us over.

Fuck you talking about, he sent y'all over?

I think his mom is sick or some shit.

Thank you, but you go wait outside now.

Yo, Hoop, we got to go.

We're gonna be late for the food trucks.

No doubt, no doubt.

Some fucking bullshit.

Hey, let's just focus on the task at hand, all right?

I'm finna page this nigga, man.

Look, between the rec center and the food trucks,

we booming, but we got a problem.

All we got is about three days' worth...

maybe two at the clip we at.

Yo, we can't be running on E,

especially with that nigga Lamar running 12th Street.

Man, y'all let me know what y'all on, all right?

Shit, all right. - All right, Meech.

Hey, yo, wasn't Pat supposed to break us off?

Speaking of that nigga, you ain't even tell me

how it went when y'all talked.

I'm more worried about B-Mick.

Ain't like him to be MIA without saying shit.

Look, I'm about to hit Pat.

I'm gonna swing by B-Mick's on the way back.

Nigga, we in the middle of shit.

What up doe, OG?

Let me get three keys of powder.

And I want to buy 'em all up front.

Okay.

Don't get ahead of yourself, young blood.

You ain't got the infrastructure.

Shit. I got the money, though. What's the holdup?

Just believe me when I tell you you ain't ready.

I mean, that just sound like an excuse to me.

And I believe the quote you always use is,

"Excuses are like assholes. Everyone's got one."

What the fuck you saying, man?

What you trying to say to me, huh?

I don't mean no disrespect.

But, look, me and Tee have proven

that we can handle more work in a short amount of time.

I ain't asking for you to front us shit no more.

I'm here to buy outright.

Look, it's a win-win for us both.

Well, I tell you what-

I'll give y'all three bags on consignment

and let y'all cop a brick outright.

Wait, I ain't asking for no fucking rocks.

I'm here to buy three bricks of coke.

I'm telling you what the fuck it is.

Now, your ungrateful ass can take it,

or you can get the fuck on.

All right, Pat. Don't trip.

I got you.

This nigga, man.

Come on, Meech, I'll set you up.

Always a pleasure doing business with you.

Oh, is it?

'Cause it seem a little scurvy from where I'm standing.

Look, I just work here, young blood.

You know, you could trick a motherfucker

with a lot of shit, but never his nose,

especially when it comes to this crack rock.

I been doing this shit for too long, dog.

I don't know who Pat think he fooling,

but he can't hide shit from me.

Look, we all got our vices, Meech-

pussy, paper, product.

Nigga, smoking crack ain't no fucking vice.

That shit is a work hazard,

especially if he not giving me my supply.

Maybe Pat does party a little bit too much,

but that ain't why you ain't getting what you after.

Nigga can't give you what a nigga ain't got.

Man, what the fuck is you talking about, man?

Pat is the biggest player in Southwest.

What the fuck game you watching, young blood?

Pat been fell off.

That's why he's micromanaging

the shit out of y'all's little ass.

But the good news is,

there's always another game in town.

You just need to holler at me when you ready to play.

Whenever we was riding dirty,

me and Tee always listened to jazz-

keep us calm and on point.

Hey, Pat's getting slick with the work.

He's putting shit in Tide boxes now?

Man, he got that shit from that Eastside nigga Boom.

Boom?

Yeah, dude from the party with the girl

you was creaming all over, nigga.

Oh, yeah.

Nah, honey was fly as fuck, though.

But this ain't. What the fuck?

Shit. Pat only sold us a bird and gave us three bags.

What the fuck you mean? Didn't you show him the loot?

Man, Pat ain't got it no more, Tee.

Rock confirmed it, even offered to help us.

What the hell you talking about, Meech?

I'ma be real with you, Tee.

I think this nigga Pat's getting high, bro.

This nigga ain't the first nigga in the game

playing with his nose.

Oh, nigga, I ain't talking about tooting.

I think this motherfucker's blowing on glass dicks.

Oh, nah, you bullshitting.

Damn.

I mean, fuck it.

Let's holler at Rock and see about a new plug.

Look, maybe we should just see what up with dude K-9.

Hell, nah, that nigga's from Brewsters,

and you know how grimy them project niggas be.

No, Rock's our best bet,

and as far as him being Pat's dude,

hey, it's just business.

Ain't shit personal about it.

Let's just go with K-9 for now.

Yo, why we always got to go your way?

We don't.

I thought about your way, and I like my way better.

Yo, I'm so sick of you and your selfish shit.

Just pop me to the crib, bro.

I love you, too, bro.

Yeah, whatever, nigga.

Tee and I were so busy arguing details

that we lost sight of the big picture.

Pat put us on, gave us our stripes.

Wasn't just a mentor.

That nigga was family, and we was walking away from him.

But chasing that almighty

makes you do some of the damnedest things.

Oh, my God.

Lawanda, can you come out? Let me see.

Why can't we just go to Northland?

Let me see first.

You can't see shit in them Stevie Wonder-ass glasses.

Hey, you look good.

I'm a new mother, okay.

I'm not no Grandma Moses.

Hey, everything got to be right for this christening.

Babe, you putting extras on this shit, for real.

No, I'm not.

Our whole family's gonna be in front of this congregation,

which is why

your hair got to go back to the natural color.

Here you go. - It's cute, but...

This fool think bringing us back together in church

gonna make us a big old happy family again.

And you got another way to bring Pops back?

No, but if you want to keep blowing your money,

who am I to complain?

First of all, put them fake-ass cubic zirconias back.

I'ma get you real diamond earrings.

Maybe you ain't a fool after all.

Look, you and Wanda, y'all get whatever else

y'all need and meet me out front

before I buy up this whole damn store.

Let's go, Darnel.

It's Darius.

Yo, what about these?

Man, get the hell out of here

with them Willy Wonka- looking-ass shoes, man.

We gonna be rocking these from now on.

Yeah. - Yo, hey!

I'ma need these in a size 12, all right?

Get the sizes for the rest of the crew in these.

Good seeing you, baby.

All right. I see you top shotting

with the "uniformality" and all that shit.

Unifor-what? Spell that shit.

Oh, well, I'm a educated brother.

So S-U-C-K my dick, nigga.

Get the fuck out of here.

Hey, yo. what we doing about the 50 Boyz?

Shutting they asses down like I said, nigga.

Hmm. Well, here's our chance.

Terry Flenory just walked in.

Oh, classic YBI shoes.

You ask me, these should be in a museum somewhere.

Oh, yeah?

Don't mean I'ma get your ass a pair.

Come on. Oh, shit.

What up, Terry?

Ain't shit. You tell me?

Yo, Terry, I think he pooped himself.

I know diapers cost.

New batch on me, all right?

Got eyes like his daddy.

Terry, who the fuck is that?

Let's go.

Jay Mo's still missing.

And so is Filmel Fleming.

His aunt said he moved to North Carolina,

but she doesn't have any contact info.

Oh, it's not a coincidence

the 12th Street Boys' first and second

in command have been neutralized.

Obviously someone's shaking things up.

Now, my sources say

that Jay Mo was behind the Terry Flenory shooting.

Revenge is a likely motive.

Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

For all we know, Jay Mo

could be on a bender somewhere with his girl.

Yeah, or he's six feet under somewhere,

courtesy of Demetrius Flenory.

Flenory's not a killer.

I mean, he's got no record, no history of violence.

Lamar Silas, on the other hand-excuse me-

just took over 12th Street.

He spent two years in a psych institution

for a violent assault, and get this-

surveillance photos caught him exiting

Downriver Memorial Hospital the night

that Fleming discharged.

Also, Silas used to run Visger Road

long before 50 and the 12th Street Boys.

And clearly, he's benefiting the most

from the vacancy in leadership.

I'm not buying it. - It doesn't matter.

Investigate them both.

But our primary objective is finding Williams and Fleming.

Search all parks and waterways. Talk to friends and relatives.

Look at bank and credit card activity.

Questions?

Let's go.

Hey, E, do me a favor.

Send me the best bottle of bubbly you got over there

to them pretty ladies right there for me, all right?

And let me get another one, too.

I'ma stop letting your young ass in here,

you keep running me around like this.

Yo, we been here over an hour already.

Where the hell is this Big L motherfucker?

K-9 told us to meet him here.

Dude supposed to be in a blue shirt.

God damn.

Hey, what you drinking, baby?

I'm fine.

I don't need you to buy me anything.

Fuck it.

She ain't talking about shit. Bye, motherfucker.

You buying rounds for the bar, too?

Nope, that ain't me.

What'd you say your name was, again?

I actually didn't.

But you could have a good night.

Yo, this nigga flaked on us. It's a wrap.

Shit. Maybe for you, not for me.

You don't see this bottle paying off?

Homegirl giving me action, nigga.

Yo, come on, we tried your way.

Can we at least try mine and go holler at Rock?

All right, man. Fuck it, all right?

Just hold on. Give me a minute.

Damn.

Hey, your ass is always partying.

One pork belly burrito coming up!

Brother, you need to get out of my way.

We got a rush going on. - Look, man, my bad.

Man, I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to be doing.

Yo, why don't you start bagging some of these Stone burgers?

Now, that I can do.

Who's next?

One Stone Burger, please.

Hey, hurry it up!

Sorry, we're out.

Man, what?

Y'all out of Stone Burgers?

Get the fuck out of here, Lamar.

Hey!

Hey, y'all try the Stone Burger?

No?

Oh, man, it's amazing! Really is.

Ma'am... - Mm-hmm?

You try they Stone Burger? - No.

It's on their secret menu.

I didn't know you guys had a secret menu.

I'll try that Stone Burger. And I'll take a Coke, too.

Matter of fact, hey, let me get one of 'em Stone Burgers, too.

Put some special sauce on my shit.

Hey, ditto. Give me everything on mine.

Hold the cheese.

Hey, yeah, 'cause we're lactose intolerant.

What the fuck we supposed to do, give everybody a 50?

Yo, where the Stone Burgers?

Sorry. Sorry. We're closed. Try back tomorrow.

What? No! - What?

How they gonna close

if we don't get the Stone Burger?

Meech and Terry are gonna be pissed.

I'm hungry.

What's cracking, Sam?

What up, Meech?

I got you.

Your ass should've stayed with me last night

like I told you. - Why?

I fucked around and hit baby girl

and her friend.

Had them freaking together.

Eating each other out and shit.

Ugh, you little nasty ass.

You probably went down on them, too, huh?

Man, fuck, nah, I ain't doing that with no girl I just met.

Hey, I think there go old boy.

Damn, Meech.

You sure know how to pick 'em.

Shit, you was all worried and shit,

so I picked a spot nobody could see us at.

So what up? You got us a new plug or what?

Look, this a big ask. You sure y'all can handle it?

Man, look, I've outgrown asking permission, man.

And I'm starting to outgrow my patience with your ass.

Chill, Meech. Let's see what he got to say.

Look, I know a certain somebody out of Florida, all right?

May still be in town.

They ain't connected to Pat, is they?

Nah. Blast from the past.

Dipped down South and made it big, real big.

All right, look, you set the shit up, this you.

Oh, hell, no, young'un. You got me fucked up.

I ain't no matchmaker. I'm a fucking investor, nigga.

Look, I need 20 up front,

ten points on everything going forward.

Man, we gonna give you five on the backside.

Here.

All right, cool. Look, stay ready.

There's no telling when these floodgates'll open, all right?

All right.

What's up, baby?

Uh-uh, I paged you all night,

and you show up the next morning

with some diapers and a...

a bag of chips you eating out of.

Come on, go easy on me, all right?

It's the thought that counts.

Not to mention I miss you and Nee-Nee.

Oh, look...

I bought your favorites.

Jujyfruits, really?

You don't want to take it, I will.

I hate you.

Nee-Nee.

It's your daddy.

I missed you, baby girl.

Mm.

What you been doing, huh?

Went to practice. Went to work.

I got Nee-Nee a new dresser and put it together.

Why you ain't call me? I would've did it.

No, you would've paid someone to put it together.

Same thing.

No, it's not.

You got that money I sent you?

Yeah, thanks.

You didn't have to send that much.

I told you I got money saved.

What you doing? Why you put her back?

We both know why you're really here.

I mean, a woman got needs, too.

Okay.

Damn.

And what makes you think

the hospital made a mistake?

Look at his eye.

You tell me.

Is it just wandering, or is your vision affected?

"Just wandering"?

Your uncle told us you were a good lawyer.

Charles.

I didn't mean to imply

that cosmetic appearances don't matter.

I'm just trying to figure out

how serious the malpractice might have been.

My vision's actually been getting worse,

and, uh, sometimes my eye gets really blurry.

Things took a turn when they brought him back

for that corrective surgery at the hospital.

"Corrective"? Was that their wording?

They didn't have no damn words.

The doctors refused to answer when I asked them directly,

"Did he make a mistake?"

Hmm.

Well, look, we can file a malpractice suit.

How long would that take?

Depends. The filing begins a process

where we get all the hospital records.

Sometimes when they know they messed up

and they don't want those records to come out,

it rattles their cages,

and they make an offer out of the gate.

I don't want to just rattle their cages

and see what falls out.

I want them to pay for what they done to my son.

I'm not advocating to settle for peanuts.

I'm saying the way they respond will tell us a lot

about how bad things are for them.

Then we can weigh the cost-benefit

of pushing for more versus settling.

I'm not going to treat you or Terry

the way the hospital did.

I promise. You're in good hands.

Thank you for the coffee cake, Mrs. Flenory.

It was delicious. I'll be in touch.

All right. - I'll walk you out.

Okay.

Thanks.

Thank you. - Thank you.

I don't trust her as far as I could spit.

Because you don't think she's a good lawyer

or because she's Pastor Swift's niece?

Both.

You gonna stay for dinner?

I'm not Demetrius.

I ain't hanging around nowhere I don't actually stay.

I think you've made your point, Charles.

I ain't trying to make one.

Pops, you can't just leave us 'cause of what Meech did.

This is between your mother and I.

And I completely understand that, but we a family.

Here we have the christening coming up.

I mean, you should be fighting to keep us together,

not letting your pride tear us apart.

Mm.

Hey, Lori, Tee's having a christening

for my nephew in a few days.

You know it'd be nice

if we could all be there as a family.

Besides, my mama'd love to see you and Neeka.

Yeah.

That's cool. Uh, but what you about to do?

Man, what the hell you mean? I just got here.

No, you want to spend time with us,

you need to call ahead.

I'm not sitting around here waiting on you.

So you just gonna use me for my manhood and put me out?

Pretty much.

And hurry up before my mama get home.

Check this out. See if you like it.

Ah, you ain't put nothing in this to kill me

for talking about them ashy-ass ankles, huh?

I should have.

You know I just be fucking with you,

but this right here is the truth.

Mmm.

Any signs of old boy? - Mm-mm.

That's a good thing, right?

Depends on how you look at things.

Lamar knows we're deep.

He's probably just trying to wait us out.

Or he could have been playing us all along.

Wait, what-what you talking about?

Where the hell you going?

What if shutting down the food trucks

wasn't part of Lamar's main play

but more of a distraction to get us all here?

I don't get it.

Who's watching the stash right now?

Don't nobody even know where it's at.

Hoop-Hoop, you being paranoid.

Maybe, maybe not. But I'ma check it out.

Your mom said you and your siblings

wore this at your christenings.

- It's cute, right?

Yo, what up?

Yo, Wanda, c-can you pass me that?

All right, bet.

Man, you got me walking into this meeting

smelling like a goddamn ashtray.

Man, it's better than looking

like a fucking fruitcake

with that preppie-ass shit you got on.

Yeah, whatever, nigga.

What's up, bro?

Terry Flenory. I'm here to see Ron Batten.

No reservation under that name.

Man, he ain't even check the book.

Terry Lee Flenory

for Ronald Batten Jr.

Can you check your book, please?

Look, Steve's Soul Food is about half a mile south.

Now, perhaps you gentlemen-

Man, fuck this clown ass. I'm going to the bar.

Niggas.

What up doe?

Hey, let get a shot of Remy VSOP.

Member number?

Member number.

One, zero, zero. That's my member number.

Sorry, bar's for members only.

I'm over this bougie-ass shit.

Nah, Rock said the meeting is here.

Fuck that. We waiting.

Why you always being so damn stubborn?

I don't know.

Maybe I learned from my big brother.

Yeah, well, that ain't

the only thing I'ma teach your little ass.

Hey, my nuts, nigga.

Hopefully we don't get stood up.

This bougie-ass shit.

What the... Yo, I thought they denied you.

I guess he changed his mind, sent us over two shots.

Let's go.

Yeah, so when we get there, as long as-

Yo, what the fuck? - Shit.

Fellas. Let's go ahead and take a walk.

Yo, what the fuck, yo? What the fuck?

What you doing, man?

Yo, chill. What the... - Let's go.

Move your Black ass.

Where the fuck is we going, man?

Don't worry about it. - Y'all bullshitting?

Don't fucking touch me, nigga.

Yo, what the fuck?

All right, all right! Damn.

Get in.

I ain't getting in nowhere, nigga.

I said get in the fucking van.

What the- - Let's go.

Yo, chill. What the fuck?

Fuck!

Agh!

Fuck you!

Fuck.

Aah!

Shit!

Fuck.

Here, kitty-kitty.

Come on, get up. - Fuck up out of...

Fuck.

Fuck.

Hey, Meech. Hey, you there?

Yeah. Can't see shit.

Yo, Rock, what the fuck is we doing, man?

Where's your man? - Ron not gonna make it.

Y'all thought y'all was gonna go behind my back

with another plug?

Yo, I keep telling you motherfuckers

I know everything that go down in these damn streets.

Pat, we wasn't trying to- - Shut the fuck up!

Pat, I been asking for you to up our volume, man.

You kept on refusing.

What the fuck was we supposed to do, huh?

What would you have done?

I hear you, and I respect that.

Man, come on, man. Look, man, it's my fault.

Tee kept telling me this was a bad move all along, man.

All right? He ain't have nothing to do with this.

Just keep him out of this, man.

Please, Pat. Don't do this. - Nigga, move!

Don't do this. Come-

You doing your motherfucking job,

but this nigga right here?

He wasn't doing his.

I'm out here figuring out shit by myself.

You motherfuckers clean this shit up.

And give me my fucking money.

Tee, you all right?

What we supposed to do now?

Don't say shit, don't do shit.

Just act like nothing happened.

How you expect me to do that? This shit ain't cool, Meech.

I know it ain't.

Then don't ask me to pretend.

I meant what I said back there, all right?

This ain't on you, Tee.

It's on me, man. It's all my fault.

Dog, don't beat me over the head

with this big-brother bullshit, not right now.

Tee, you kept asking me to be equal, man.

You wasn't ready. But I let you have it anyway.

You got to be the most narcissistic motherfucker

that I know. - What you talking about?

Meech, just shut the fuck up. Please.

Damn, nigga, where the fuck you been at?

What?

Old boy got us for everything.

Everything.

Man, get the fuck out of here, man.

Where was your ass at?

Man, I was handling shit at the hospital with my moms.

Nigga, why you ain't tell us?

We been paging your ass every fucking day.

Man, I been fucked up over all this shit, all right?

We ain't been seeing eye to eye,

and I can't handle no static from your ass

with my mom laid up like that.

Nigga, I don't give a fuck.

We just lost everything we fucking had.

So what you saying-

all this shit is my fucking fault?

Whoa, man.

Yo, yo. - Chill out!

Nigga, I'll beat your motherfucking ass.

Get your hands off me! - Fucking chill!

Bitch, fuck you!

Hoop, you sure it was Lamar?

Man, I heard his ass

just as clear as I'm hearing y'all right now.

Yo, how the hell he knew where our stash was?

There was only five people that knew.

It was Me, Meech, B-Mick, you-

And Kato. - Hell, nah. Hell, nah.

If it wasn't for her ass, I'd be dead as a doorknob.

Kato saved my fucking life,

so y'all can kill whatever y'all thinking.

Come on.

Ah, I don't think it was Kato either.

Nigga, I don't give a fuck what you think.

Chill, Meech.

This crazy-ass motherfucker Lamar been watching us

the entire time.

Maybe we can go after the motherfucker that was with him,

'cause I definitely clipped him.

Somebody hobbling around Southwest Detroit

with a fucked-up limp right now.

Or maybe we don't do shit.

Let's just think and regroup.

Come on.

I'm tired as fuck. Pop me to the crib.

Yo, come on.

Fucking trippin', man.

Get a report for me, okay?

Thank you.

Hey!

Top of the morning to you.

Well, well, well.

What's it been, six, seven years now?

About that.

And I've been on harbor patrol for the last five.

Ha. Ha.

I see that diving keeping you in shape.

I'm a supervisor now.

I got guys for that. - Mm.

How's Gloria and Kevin?

We separated. This time, it's for real.

Kevin's with me,

and I'm getting ready for a nasty divorce.

That fucking sucks.

No, man. That's fucking life.

And you know how well I'm versed in it.

So how's the good old Ecorse PD treating you?

Small city, smaller budget,

different department, same shit.

I got a call about a floater

in the river fitting your description.

My divers have been in that water searching for that body.

I'm getting ready to call it. You sure it's on the up-and-up?

Of course, or I wouldn't have called you.

I got a pocket full of your wooden nickels, man.

This wouldn't be the first time

you pulled the wool over my eyes.

None of my shit ever blew back on you

or anybody else, for that matter.

That's because your ass ran off to a new jurisdiction.

Yo, look-

What the fuck you want from me, man?

Hell, I don't know.

Maybe for the officer who trained me

to follow the same code he taught me to follow?

That's it.

Detective Wallace! We got something!

Definitely a body trapped down there in that debris.

But with all this sludge, we can't unleash it.

All right, call another unit with a board.

See if we can't wiggle him free.

Father God, we thank You

for bringing us together

for such a glorious occasion.

Lord, we're here to celebrate

and welcome Terry Lee Flenory

into holy communion with You.

Church, say amen.

Amen.

And who will be giving this child away

to be christened?

We do. - We do.

And do you commit to raising this child

to love and understand Jesus Christ?

And do you commit to teaching this child

the commandments as God taught us-

how to love ourselves as our neighbors?

We do.

And who will be this child's godparents?

And do you commit to assisting

Terry's parents with raising him

to know Jesus Christ?

We do. - We do.

Oh, yes, Lord.

Lord, we... we thank You

for the... the gift of life.

We know that every life that You create, Father,

is precious.

Every life has a special meaning, Lord.

We ask that You bless

and protect Brother Terry.

We ask that You bless his family,

that they may seek Your love

and guidance and protection, Father.

All rise.

I christen you in the name

of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Church, say amen.

Amen.

Thank you so much, Pastor Swift.

Thank you for everything.

Pleasure's all mine, sister.

And you know I got Tee,

just like I took care of you many moons ago.

He's covered.

Praise God.

Family, God bless you all.

Hey, Pastor. - Hey, Pastor.

Pops, are you coming to brunch with us still?

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Hey, this is like a little mini family reunion right here.

Somebody should take a picture.

I know. I-I-I have my camera, but I forgot it in the car.

Excuse me, sisters.

Excuse me, officers, is there a problem?

We need to speak to a member of your congregation.

No, not right now, brother.

We wrapping up a celebration.

Can this thing wait?

No, Pastor, it can't.

Demetrius, we need you to come downtown with us.

For what? What is this about?

Ma'am, we need to speak

with your son about a missing person.

Do you have a warrant?

No, but it'd be easier on everybody

if he just came down with us.

Look, I don't really believe that,

so I'm gonna have to politely decline.

Okay.

I don't think I'm gonna be eating with y'all.

What are you talking about, Charles?

What are you talking about?

Charles!

You done forgot what side of the streets you belong.

I gave you the info to the food trucks

and the stash house.

You fired a fucking gun at me?

I had to shoot to make it look real, Lamar.

I'm the only other person that knew where the stash was.

Aah!

Bitch, I ain't stupid.

I'm doing what I have to do to get their trust.

I swear on my father's grave, Lamar.

Man, open your motherfucking mouth.

Only reason why I ain't peeling your fucking cap back

is 'cause your dad was a good dude.

But you ever raise a fucking heater at me again,

it'll be your last time.

Ha ha. Yeah.

Locking it.

Yo, what's up? You good?

Came to see if you wanted some company.

All right.

What the hell was you doing down here?

Shit, smoking my mind out.

You just came just to give me some compa-

Wait. Wait. Do you have a condom?

Hell, yeah. Which color you want?

You're such an idiot.

Yeah, maybe.

But I ain't get high like this all the time.

Kick your ass for showing up here.

I can say the same thing-

how you showed up to my nephew's christening.

You lied to me.

Jay-Mo was dragged out the Detroit River today

with a bullet in his head.

Man, I ain't do that shit. - Bullshit, nigga.

I didn't fucking kill that man.

What the fuck you talking about?

Last time I seen him, he was fine.

Okay, so then what happened to him, Meech?

I mean, who killed the kid?

How the fuck should I know, huh?

Okay, so, here,

my boss is going after everybody-

you, Terry, and anybody else in the Downriver area

that's dealing drugs.

No, don't start that shit.

Motherfucker, do you know what kind of shit

you got me caught up in?

I know.

And I got a little extra for you for your inconvenience.

But right now we got to stick together more than ever, man.

Nigga, there ain't no we, Meech.

This is over. This is finished.

No, this shit ain't over with.

Not yet.

You still need me as much as I need you.

Don't ever forget that.

"I'll huff, and I'll puff,

and I'll blow your house in."

Now, the Three Little Pigs, they thought they were smart.

They weren't gonna let no Big Bad Wolf

into their house.

But they didn't know...

that the wolf had already found his way in

and took everything that they had.

But, Daddy, that's not how the story goes.

The pigs bake the wolf.

Ah, well, in my version,

the wolf... eats the pigs!

Hmm.

I love you.

I love you, too. - Hmm.

Night. - Good night.

Zoe's knocked out.

She loves you so much.

I'm just hitting my stride, you know.

I don't know.

It's something different about you.

I got you something.

Ooh, what is it?

Lamar!

I told you I'd be putting our family first

from here on out.

It's beautiful!

How did you pay for that?

If you want to know the truth,

I'll tell you every single detail.

Or...

...I can put it on ya.

I love it.

Yeah?

Yes.

Dang.

Ain't that the prettiest thing I ever seen?

Lamar, no.

It's okay, baby. There ain't no pressure.

Oh!

Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!

Fuck, Lamar!

Get in.

Are you stalking me?

I actually like how you handled yourself the other night.

You Big L?

I did my homework, and I like what I found.

You're green,

but I can definitely do business with you.

Yo, I'm down, as long as I can cop my weight up front.

That's the only way I do business.

But I do have one condition of my own.

I only work with you.

I don't work with your brother or anyone else directly.

Will that be a problem?

Nah. Not a problem at all.

Good.

I'll be in touch.

Pat said I turned my back on him.

I thought it was justified.

Pat was a father figure,

and by breaking away, I set an example for my brother.

So, when Terry had the chance,

he just followed in my footsteps.