Power Book III: Raising Kanan (2021–…): Season 2, Episode 8 - Episode #2.8 - full transcript
[upbeat hip-hop music plays]
♪ ♪
[Grown Kanan]
Previously on Raising Kanan...
I don't seem that much
older than you, do I?
[Corrine]
Mom, is this milk still good?
Shit! Corinne!
Miss Thomas,
I'm Corinne Ashford.
There's something
you should know.
Do not have sexual relations
with a man
as one does with a woman.
[Howard]
I'm Detective Malcolm Howard.
I need to talk to you
about Detective Shannon Burke.
Come on in.
Anyone finds out I shared this
with you, Shannon,
I'm out of a job.
So Howard had
a 17-year-old female informant
back in the '70s?
-[siren whoops]
-Fuck.
How do you know Kanan Stark?
[Howard]
Turns out One-Eyed Jack
wasn't no snitch after all.
And his mom, she ain't buyin'
that he died by his own hand.
You told me Scrap was a snitch.
I made a mistake.
That's my number.
I hope you stay in touch.
I'd love to hear from you.
I'd love to be heard.
Got a rat problem.
If I do this,
it's outside my family.
My father doesn't know
about this.
[suppressed gunshot]
-Ahh!
-[both grunting]
[suppressed gunshot]
Oh, fuck.
[Rileyy] ♪ I'm a hustler, baby
I'm a hustler, baby ♪
[50 Cent] ♪ 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' ♪
[Rileyy and 50 Cent]
♪ And it's all right ♪
[50 Cent] ♪ 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 ♪
[Rileyy vocalising]
[uneasy music plays]
♪ ♪
[Grown Kanan]
This motherfucker figured
he'd hide out
until his shit got better.
[person groaning]
[Grown Kanan] Thought
that slug he was carrying
was just gonna
make peace with him...
ease the fuck up.
♪ ♪
But that ain't how it works.
[siren wailing]
♪ ♪
Once you start bleeding,
it's damn near impossible
to stop.
[door rattles]
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
I'm dying. [gasps]
[Grown Kanan]
Because in this game...
[people murmuring]
...shit like that
don't ever get better.
♪ ♪
It only get worse.
And it stay getting worse
until it can't get no worse
no more.
[person in distance] Baby!
I can't find my keys.
Where'd you put 'em?
[Raq] It's Kanan Stark mother.
Open up.
[baby crying]
Open up
or I'ma shoot this shit open.
Stay away from my son.
This right here is a warning,
and you only get one of them.
I have no idea
what you're talking about--
Shut the fuck up.
I talked to your daughter.
She told me all your shit.
And I asked around about you.
Turns out Kanan
ain't the first young boy
you been messin' with.
But he about to be the last.
Like I said, I don't know
what you're talking--
-[gun cocks]
-I heard what you said.
[tense music plays]
But do you hear
what I'm sayin'?
'Cause next time you see me,
I ain't gon' be sayin' shit.
♪ ♪
[Special Ed's "I got It Made'"
playing]
Go to school.
♪ I'm your idol ♪
♪ The highest title ♪
♪ Numero Uno ♪
♪ I'm not a Puerto Rican ♪
♪ But I'm speaking
so that you know ♪
-♪ And understand I got... ♪
-[knock on door]
♪ And it's a blessing ♪
♪ So listen to the lesson
I preach ♪
♪ I talk sense condensed
into the form of a poem ♪
♪ Full of knowledge
from my toes ♪
♪ To the top of my dome ♪
♪ I'm kinda young
But my tongue speaks maturity ♪
Only thing I heard
is Marco got killed
on some home invasion bullshit
in Westchester.
♪ ♪
Smash and grab gone wrong.
But we know better than that.
Don't we, Marvin?
♪ ♪
Yeah.
See, you had that nigga
on some work for you.
Fuck kinda business I got
with the Italians?
The kind that got
that nigga killed.
[ominous music plays]
♪ ♪
You know, it ain't Marco
you need to be
worried about anyway.
I mean, like, for real,
he dead, he gone.
It's his partner you need
to be worried about.
♪ ♪
That's what's gonna
really hurt you.
♪ ♪
Papers said he got hit too.
Probably dead.
[chuckles]
♪ ♪
[chuckles softly]
Probably dead.
Nigga, you know like I know.
Until that body shows up,
he ain't dead.
And if he ain't dead...
he still talkin'.
♪ ♪
You about to be
in a world of shit, my nigga.
♪ ♪
[hip-hop music playing]
♪ ♪
[tires squealing]
[indistinct rapping]
♪ ♪
[singer] ♪ Put your guns
In the air ♪
♪ If you's a real nigga ♪
[music turns off]
Kanan? Scrappy's mother.
Man, you can't just roll up
on people like that.
I have--way you came up here,
I thought you was--
I'm sorry about Scrappy.
He was a good brother.
He said the same about you.
I need you to talk
to your mother, Kanan.
My boy didn't kill himself.
You know it like I do.
And I believe
your mama know it too.
But she lettin' that shit stand
with no kind of answer
to nobody?
These motherfuckers
who took my son from me?
Out here living their lives,
with not a care
in the fuckin' world?
That shit don't sit right
with me.
And it shouldn't
with Raq neither.
Scrappy was family.
My mother loved him.
Then why isn't she out there
findin' the niggas
who shot him?
[Kanan] 'Cause the police says
Scrappy's the one
that pulled that trigger.
Fuck what the police say.
Someone put a bullet
in my son's head.
Talk to your mother.
Tell her to do somethin'.
'Cause if she don't...
I will.
[singer] ♪ Guns in the air
Uh-huh, uh-huh ♪
♪ Put your guns in the air
If you's a real nigga ♪
♪ Put your guns in the air
Push bricks ♪
[engine revving]
[ominous music plays]
♪ ♪
[siren wailing]
[intercom buzzes]
♪ ♪
[Kenya] Who is it?
It's Laverne.
[intercom beeps]
[door buzzes]
♪ ♪
What's up?
I'm missin' school for this.
This is more important
than school, baby.
We all wanna talk to you.
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[Lou-Lou] Yo,
where the fuck is my song?
You took my money,
but I ain't get my spins yet.
I'm late for a meeting
with my boss.
I need to get to work, brother.
When you playin' our track?
It's all about that timing,
baby.
Gotta whet they appetite
before we serve 'em they meal.
Yo, where Crown at, man?
Crown's on vacation.
You workin' with me now.
It's all good, baby.
DJ Mo can roll with anyone.
I only ask 'cause Crown knows
how this shit work.
This your new artist
right here?
Maybe she can come upstairs
and, uh, make her pitch
all personally and shit.
Sometimes your boy Mo need
a little extra convincing.
-[gasps]
-[Zisa laughs]
[laughing]
Convinced?
My shit plays today.
[DJ Mo Craze sputtering]
Not once, not twice,
not three, four, five times.
My shit stays on repeat.
Do you understand?
[DJ Mo Craze] I understand.
I understand.
Don't do...
[Lou-Lou]
I'm sorry, I can't hear you.
I understand.
Don't do this.
Okay, okay, okay, okay. Okay.
-It's okay.
-I'ma play it.
Yeah, it's all right.
You gon' play it. You good.
-You good.
-Okay.
You good.
[tense music plays]
Go to work, nigga.
-You late.
-Yeah.
♪ ♪
Why are all these people here?
[Kenya]
Because they care for you.
We all love you.
-God loves you.
-[people murmuring] Mm-hmm.
And we wanna help you.
We wanna turn you
into the person you wanna be.
I am the person I wanna be.
But you're not the person
God wants you to be.
♪ ♪
[Cartier] My lawyers
out of town right now,
so Abraham's gonna just have
to sit tight for a minute.
[soft music plays]
The bing ain't that bad,
Traymont.
♪ ♪
Tell Abraham to think of it
as quiet time.
An opportunity to reevaluate
and reconsider.
I mean, truth is
you both have been flying
a little too close
to the sun lately.
♪ ♪
Icarus, nigga. Look it up.
Look...
I got some shit in front of me
that demands
my immediate attention,
so I'ma circle back to you.
[phone claps shut]
♪ ♪
Well, Traymont's boy
got caught with a gun.
[chuckles]
Wants me and my lawyer
to get him out.
But Abraham's gonna have
to sit on ice for a minute.
Give these D.C. niggas
a refresher
on the organisational chart.
They don't get
these champagne wishes
and caviar dreams without me.
A nigga don't know he needs ya
until he needs ya.
[chuckles]
[chuckling]
Mm-mm!
[Pastor Hawkins]
I beg you, Lord,
cast out these vile thoughts
from this young woman!
-Vanquish these demons!
-[people murmuring]
Cleanse yourself of all
that is unholy!
Release the perversions
that inhabit your soul!
It's okay, baby.
We gonna
get through this together.
[ominous music plays]
♪ ♪
A man and his wife...
were both naked
and not ashamed.
[moaning on video]
Not ashamed because
they lay together in matrimony
and harmony as man and woman!
♪ ♪
-[slap]
-[Jukebox whimpers]
Oh, wait, wait.
Nobody said anything about
hittin' or nothing like that.
This pain pales in comparison
to an eternity in hell,
Sister Kenya.
Is that what you want
for your daughter?
Eternal damnation?
♪ ♪
-[slap]
-[Jukebox whimpers]
God wants to help you,
but He needs to hear your will.
Say the words with me.
Help me, Lord.
[Grown Kanan]
Used to get the same question
over and over
from every motherfucker
-that met Juke down the line.
-[slap]
How she get so cold-blooded?
Ain't never
my business to tell.
♪ ♪
Weren't one single thing
anyway.
-But shit like this?
-[slapping]
It's gonna hurt
for as long as you livin'.
[slap]
♪ ♪
Just wonderin' if anyone came
through the hospital up there
with a--with a gunshot issue
or somethin' like that.
Most likely a white guy.
Italian.
[coughs]
He a--he a friend.
You know, uh, we--
we grew up together.
When I say
"most likely a white guy,"
I just mean, you know,
he mostly white.
He look like, you know...
a regular white boy.
[sighs]
I can't give you a name.
I'm tryin' to maintain
that confidentiality and shit.
Yo, whatever, man!
Fuck it, then.
I'm just trying to find
my mostly white fuckin' friend
that might've got shot!
[phone beeps]
[phone clatters]
♪ ♪
[Baptiste] Good day, gentlemen.
-[phone ringing in distance]
-Uh-huh. All right.
[soft dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[knocking]
[Howard]
Yo, Cap, you got a minute?
No.
But that never stopped
any of you motherfuckers
from making yourselves
comfortable.
If this is about overtime,
it ain't happenin'.
With the budget where it is,
they're not lettin' anybody
clock anything over 40
right now.
It's Burke.
Turns out
she's been reviewin' my records
and talkin'
to some of my old contacts.
Why the fuck would she do that?
I'm assuming it's about
my shooting,
but I don't even know.
She been marchin'
to the beat of her own drum.
Now, I'm willin' to give her
the benefit of the doubt here
and say she was just trying
to help her partner out, but...
...don't nobody like someone
diggin' through they old shit,
Captain.
Meanwhile, she's stompin'
all over
the actual investigation.
Burke's got that overzealous,
new-to-the-job thing goin' on.
She ain't new no more.
And fuckin' with
your partner's old cases,
that ain't overzealous.
That's oversteppin'.
[Baptiste]
Yeah, I'll talk to her.
And frankly...
Burke's got enough
issues of her own
to contend with right now.
That white girl
from the Upper East Side,
the one who OD'd?
Well, her parents
won't leave it alone.
And now the father's
in the mix.
He's making noise
that Burke herself
is involved
in the girl's death.
That Burke's been preying
on young girls
and plying them with drugs.
-The fuck outta here.
-[Baptiste] I know.
♪ ♪
But Burke shouldn't have
put her nose
where it didn't belong
in the first place.
And based on
what you telling me here,
she hasn't learned her lesson.
[soft dramatic music plays]
[knock at door]
[Famous sniffs]
[sighs]
All right!
[door creaks]
So you just don't go
to school no more?
I overslept.
It's been damn near two weeks
since we saw you in class.
-I'll catch up.
-Catch up.
You hear from Crown recently?
No.
Some nigga that own this spot
said he owe him
some studio time.
He ain't heard from him.
How the fuck
do I not start with this?
Nigga, your moms!
Raq woke me up earlier today.
You crackin' on my moms
right now?
Nah, K, she came through
my fucking building earlier.
Tried to break her foot off
in Corinne mother ass.
The fuck is you talkin' about?
Raq pressed Palomar mad hard.
Told her she ever try
to fuck with you ever again,
she was gonna lay her ass out.
And that wasn't no
empty threat neither, nigga.
She pulled out that steel.
-My damn mother.
-Yeah.
-Slamming my door--
-[door slams]
Fucker.
[dog barking]
[Palomar] Who is it?
It's Kanan.
[Palomar] I can't talk to you
no more, Kanan.
What'd my mother say to you?
She told me to leave you alone,
and that's
what I'm gonna to do.
She ain't gonna do shit
to you, Palomar.
I knew that was your mom
when I stepped to you
like that.
And if I'm being honest
with you and myself,
I think that's what got me
thinkin' about you
in the first place.
But you got too much that
come along with you, Kanan.
Too complicated.
Can't mess with you no more.
She not gonna do nothin',
all right? Let me--
Neither are we, baby.
[tense music plays]
Nah. Ay, Palomar, don't--
♪ ♪
Palomar, open the door.
Ay, Palomar!
♪ ♪
Open the door!
♪ ♪
Fuck is you doin'?
What is this, man?
♪ ♪
Famous, is you goin'
in my shit, man?
[Famous]
I thought it was my bag!
I was gonna get
into some homework.
♪ ♪
This nigga do homework
all of a sudden?
Nigga, that's a daddy test.
It got your initials on it too.
K.S. Kanan Stark.
Nigga, that's you.
Who the other nigga, M.H.?
Is M.H. Def Con?
Why you got a daddy test
to find out some shit
you already know?
♪ ♪
Listen, Teresa's inside.
She was asking after you.
Let me go to her.
♪ ♪
I wanna know what the fuck
my kid was doing
with this goddamn dentist.
And I wanna know
who he was working with.
You know, Marco...
Marco was always
on his own shit, man.
Well, he was workin'
with somebody that night,
because the cops said
there was another guy there.
[sighs]
I wanna know who it was.
And if he's still
fucking breathin',
I wanna have a deep,
personal conversation
with this motherfucker.
♪ ♪
[person] I'm so sorry, Sal.
Yes, thank you.
♪ ♪
[soft R&B music playing]
[singer vocalising]
♪ ♪
You wanna fuck?
Nah, I'm good.
♪ ♪
It ain't like those Jamaicans
gonna interrupt us again.
Cartier handled it.
I'm not worried
about no Jamaicans.
I'm just not thinkin'
about all that right now.
♪ ♪
You know most dudes would,
like, kill to get with me.
♪ ♪
I ain't most dudes.
[DJ Mo Craze]
You about to thank me, y'all,
'cause I'm 'bout
to introduce you
to a new artist who
gonna make a whole lotta noise
in this here biz.
This right here is Zisa,
and the track's called
"Bruise."
-You're welcome, peoples.
-[laughs]
♪ I can't hide the pain ♪
♪ ♪
Oh, now we definitely fuckin'.
You right.
♪ Everything ♪
♪ I never been known ♪
♪ As someone to break ♪
♪ I've lost all my reasons ♪
♪ And I'm drowning in regret ♪
♪ I can't
Wash away the shame ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I'm covering ♪
♪ I can't carry the weight ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Was it all for nothing? ♪
♪ Faded by the memory ♪
♪ I relive my sins
Over and over ♪
♪ Again ♪
♪ ♪
-[indistinct chatter]
-[phone ringing]
Detective Burke.
A word, please.
Any idea what this is?
Could be about overtime.
Heard he's cuttin'
everyone's hours down.
The door.
Have a seat.
I thought we had
an understanding,
Detective Burke.
After all that shit
with the Bingham girl
and her family,
I thought
I made it clear to you
to keep your head down
and do your fuckin' job.
You did. You made it clear.
Conducting your own
personal investigation
into Malcolm Howard
is the exact opposite
of keeping your head down,
Detective Burke!
Who told you I was doin' that?
I got eyes and ears everywhere.
That's why they call me
Captain Baptiste.
Look, I wasn't
investigating Howard, sir.
I was--I was just pitching in--
[Baptiste]
That is it, Detective!
Your first, last,
and final warning.
Keep your fuckin' nose out
of everyone else's business.
The bosses are watching you,
Burke.
You'd be wise to step
real lightly right now.
[tense music plays]
Is that all?
♪ ♪
Thank you, sir.
♪ ♪
Wasn't about overtime.
♪ ♪
[Raq] Yeah, that's him.
Abraham Drew.
From Maryland, right?
Weapons possession?
[soft dramatic music plays]
Yeah, he the one.
Look, I need that shit handled.
♪ ♪
I gotta go.
♪ ♪
See?
Takin' the bus wasn't so bad.
When the last time
you took the bus?
Let's go inside.
I'ma give you the tour.
[birds chirping]
[soft music plays]
♪ ♪
It's ours.
♪ ♪
It's all ours.
♪ ♪
This is yours, more like it.
♪ ♪
I'm fine where we at.
Southside good enough for me.
Well, now we gonna be
better than good enough.
♪ ♪
This us.
♪ ♪
It's the payoff.
♪ ♪
It's what all that work is for.
Why you go talk
to Corinne mom like that?
♪ ♪
What you expect me to do?
Your girlfriend--
or your ex-girlfriend,
she told me all of the shit
you been gettin' into
with her moms.
What you think,
I was just supposed
to stand by
and let that happen?
You could've came
and talked to me first.
I don't have to talk to you,
Kanan.
You a child.
And she a grown-ass woman.
And if she gonna
do shit like that,
she gonna hear from me,
your mother.
That's how it works.
♪ ♪
And you ain't the first boy
she done that to, by the way.
She ain't do nothin' to me
I ain't wanna do.
You feel that way now,
but you might not feel
that way later.
How you know how it feel?
I don't have to know
how it feel
to know that it ain't right,
Kanan.
♪ ♪
But maybe you do know
how it feel.
I don't know
what you talkin' about,
but I don't like
the way you sayin' it.
Scrap mother
rolled up on me today.
Said she ain't believe
he killed hisself.
She think somebody else did it.
That you ain't doin'
nothin' about it.
She a mother who lost her son
to his own hand
'cause he ain't wanna
be here no more.
And she ain't know about it.
So she tryin' to blame somebody
'cause the truth hurts.
♪ ♪
Truth hurts. Right.
[scoffs]
I'ma go stay with Fame
for a while.
Clear my head.
[Raq] Clear your head of what?
You.
So this all 'cause I stepped
to a fuckin' rapist bitch?
This about way more than that,
and you know it.
When I brought you back in,
we said no more secrets, Kanan.
No more lies.
We did.
Well, there something
you wanna say to me,
you should probably say it.
♪ ♪
Don't dance around it, boy.
House is nice.
[Frank Sinatra's
"The Good Life" playing]
[door clicks shut]
[Frank] ♪ Yes, the good life ♪
♪ Lest you hide
All the sadness you feel ♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
♪ You won't really
Fall in love ♪
We get the sons we deserve.
[Frank] ♪ 'Cause you can't
Take the chance ♪
To Marco.
[all] To Marco.
[Frank]
♪ So be honest with yourself ♪
Vito, again.
[Frank]
♪ Don't try to fake romance ♪
[door opens]
♪ Yes, the good life ♪
♪ To be free and... ♪
We found the person
who was with Marco.
It's Dominic.
[ominous music plays]
♪ ♪
Of course it fuckin' is.
♪ ♪
-[pounds table]
-Mm, that motherfucker!
[people murmuring]
You take me to this cocksucker
right now.
I told him
to stay the fuck away.
[Frank] ♪ I still want you ♪
♪ And in case you wonder why ♪
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
[gentle music plays]
♪ ♪
[fire crackling]
Yo, um,
what you doin' with that?
♪ ♪
It's all the shit she gave me.
♪ ♪
[intercom buzzing]
[siren wailing]
♪ ♪
Where the fuck you at, Fame?
♪ ♪
-[pounds on door]
-Damn, man!
♪ ♪
Doctors said, I lost
another fuckin' drop of blood,
I'd be gone.
Fini. Kaput.
Just one more drop.
[groans]
Even now, they say my vitals
are really weak.
Yeah, you're
a fuckin' champion, Dominic.
[Dominic] I gotta tell you
how sorry I am, Sal.
Marco was a good kid.
I mean, a little hot-headed
at times,
but he had a heart of gold
on him.
Appreciate the kind words.
So, uh...
what were you two doin' there,
Dominic?
What was the job?
He did not tell me
you wasn't involved, Sal.
If I knew beforehand
that it wasn't sanctioned
by you, I'd never--
Your loyalty's never been
in question.
[coughs]
You know I'd die for you, Sal.
I know. I know you would.
Why were you there?
It was a hit on a girl.
Marco said it'd be a breeze.
Who ordered the work, Dominic?
Who wanted the girl hit?
Who do you think?
If I knew, I wouldn't be
standing here, motherfucker!
It was that nigger bitch's
brother with the beard
and that wooly fuckin' pillow
on top of that
sooty fuckin' head of his.
I-I told you we should've
killed that girl
up in the woods.
Look, Sal,
when I get out of here,
I'm gonna be ready
to get back to work.
So let me make this right
for you.
I'm your guy.
You just focus
on getting better.
Huh?
We'll figure out, uh,
all the rest
when you're back
on your feet again.
Yeah.
Hey, Sal.
Please, my condolences to...
Teresa.
[groans]
[ominous music plays]
That piece of fuckin' shit
in there
doesn't see the sun come up.
He's dead by fuckin' dawn!
♪ ♪
And reach out to that
nigger queen of Queens
and tell her we need to talk,
just the two of us.
♪ ♪
Maybe you should've killed her
when you had the fuckin' shot.
Give me another chance.
[crickets chirping]
[dogs barking]
I need a place
to sleep tonight.
[ominous music plays]
[person over intercom]
Dr. Tierney, 2292.
Dr. Tierney, 2292.
♪ ♪
[suspenseful music plays]
♪ ♪
[Dominic gasps, groans]
[muffled shouting]
♪ ♪
[soft dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
There she go.
[tense music plays]
Yo. Kenya!
♪ ♪
Kenya, I told you
to leave her the fuck alone.
She my daughter, Marvin.
You don't even know her.
I know she sinnin'.
I know she going to hell
if she don't change.
The fuck you know
about sinnin', Kenya?
Is it sinnin' when you decide
to abandon your own daughter?
Is it sinnin' when you decide
that chasin'
some ballplayer dick
is more important
than your child and her father?
♪ ♪
Dad!
♪ ♪
Laverne!
♪ ♪
Don't you see
I'm trying to save you?
Trying to give you
a better life?
I know this isn't who you are.
I know you wanna go to heaven.
[Jukebox scoffs]
Heaven's just some garbage
that they sell to you
about where you go
when you dead
so you swallow they shit
while you still alive.
♪ ♪
I ain't swallowin' shit.
Especially not your shit!
I was fine without you.
I don't need you.
I never needed you.
I love you, Laverne.
I love you. Please.
You don't.
♪ ♪
Laverne! Laverne!
♪ ♪
Laverne!
♪ ♪
Yo. Time to wake up, B.
Damn. I forgot I was here.
I ain't know
what you like to eat,
but this is all I got,
so this what you havin'.
That'll work.
Thanks, man.
[Howard] You seemed real shook
last night.
I ain't wanna interrogate you
or none of that,
but this shit right here
hell of a surprise.
I mean, I ain't had
nowhere else to go.
What's up with your mom's crib?
She there.
Yo, I, uh, appreciate you
for lettin' me stay here
last night.
You got a back door
or somethin' I could go out of?
I don't really...
need nobody seeing me
walk out your front.
[Howard chuckles]
Yeah, there's one out back
by the kitchen.
[soft dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[light music plays]
♪ ♪
If you want 'em to stay crisp,
don't put 'em
in the refrigerator.
Well, if you're here
to talk to me about anything
other than apples,
you best keep to steppin'.
So, uh, you and Howard
have a complicated past.
You knew him
when you were younger, right?
Back when he was
an undercover?
You were his informant.
You know, the only good thing
about that head of yours,
Detective,
is the hair you got
on top of it.
And that stringy-ass mess,
it ain't even all that either.
Go sell your bullshit
somewhere else,
'cause all I'm buyin' today
is apples and pie crusts.
You all right?
Not really. [chuckles]
Look, um, I know...
I know there's still a lot that
you and me gotta figure out,
but I just wanted to say
-that maybe if we--
-I can't.
I can't.
Not today.
I get it.
And another time,
that can happen,
but it ain't gonna be today.
[chuckles] Shit.
It was enough for me that you
called me Dad back there.
-I-I'll talk to you later.
-I'll hit you.
That's not--that's not
what I meant to say.
What I meant to say is that...
that I'll call you.
Yo, words--words matter,
you know.
Uh, and--and--
and how you say 'em matters.
I mean, the tone
and--and body language,
that--that shit matters too.
I mean, 'cause--'cause a nigga
can seem angry when he's not,
but don't seem like he's angry
when he really is.
Yo, this anger thing
is a motherfucker, Juke,
but--but--but I'm on it.
I know you are.
[soft music plays]
♪ ♪
This dumb,
slow-witted motherfucker
gonna say, "I'll hit you."
♪ ♪
Goddamn, Marvin.
Where you goin'?
Famous crib.
That's a lot of shit
you packin'.
Could be a while.
I can't trust her no more,
Juke.
And it's not just one thing.
It's everything.
Gotten to the point now
I don't know what's bullshit
and what ain't.
So it all just feel
like bullshit to me.
You said it yourself
that night, Juke.
She had me doin' something
I had no business doin'.
And even now,
I'm startin' to realise
maybe it was about
some other shit anyway.
Shit I ain't know at that time.
[somber music plays]
Shit I wish I ain't know now.
♪ ♪
I still don't know what
the fuck it all mean, Juke.
About her. About me.
About anything.
♪ ♪
Raq love you, Kanan.
But sometimes it feel
like she use that love
to do a whole lot of ill shit.
♪ ♪
It's like she think that all
the fucked-up shit she doin'
gonna be fine
if she tell herself
she doin' it for me.
I gotta get the fuck
out of there, man.
♪ ♪
I gotta get away from her
and figure this shit out.
♪ ♪
If I can figure this shit out.
♪ ♪
Fame livin' like a damn
crackhead over there, though.
That is not a tidy nigga.
That's better than here.
And...
you need to make sure
you pack some extra drawers.
'Cause your ass don't even know
how to do laundry.
♪ ♪
So Sal wanna meet me alone?
[Lou]
That's what his mans said.
[ominous music plays]
Well, you the fuckin'
Mafia whisperer.
What he want, nigga?
♪ ♪
Ask him.
♪ ♪
[Marvin gulps, coughs]
Uh--
we don--we don't know
for sure-for sure,
if--if that's even
what it's about.
Nigga, yes, we do.
Fuck you do, Marvin?
You heard about the shit
in Scarsdale?
What I care about Scarsdale?
If I ain't got
no business there,
I don't fuck with it.
It's been in the news.
Wait. You mean
that home invasion shit?
The dentist.
The girl that got shot up?
Girl name was Antoinette
or some shit.
Antonia.
Antonia Depner.
That was Toni Deep.
One of the niggas
that busted up in there
got put down too.
They ain't say who it was yet.
His name was Marco Boselli.
Sal's son.
That was his name.
That's who the fuck he was.
[Marvin stammering]
No.
[dramatic music plays]
No.
♪ ♪
Hell, no.
♪ ♪
[soft dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[The Dubs' "This Time" playing]
[Richard] ♪ Greater
Than all I've known ♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪ Can't keep the fire ♪
♪ From burning inside ♪
♪ It won't be denied ♪
♪ This time ♪
[singers] ♪ Oh, this time ♪
[Richard]
♪ I know you have tried ♪
♪ To keep... ♪
Hey. Drink?
I'm good.
[Richard] ♪ I made mistakes
In the past ♪
You bowl?
I used to go to some lanes
around the way back in the day.
A guy I used to like
fucked with it.
Once I got tired of him,
I got tired of the whole shit.
I was the same way with tennis.
Some broad I liked played,
so I tried to turn
into Rod fuckin' Laver.
I couldn't hit that ball
over the goddamn net
to save my fuckin' life.
Well, what happened
with the girl?
I married her.
I was so bad,
she felt sorry for me.
Next thing I knew,
we're walkin' down the aisle.
Mm.
Sometimes we win
even when we lose.
♪ ♪
And sometimes we just lose.
[Richard]
♪ I know love is right ♪
♪ This time ♪
Your brother's gotta go.
I'm not gonna pretend my son,
Marco, wasn't a fuck-up.
He was,
in almost every aspect
of his short fuckin' life.
But he was my kid,
and what happened to him
can't go unanswered.
Well, my brother,
he didn't kill your son.
He hired him for a job.
Shit went bad.
It happens.
There ain't no price
to be paid for that.
Your brother went around me
to my son.
If he'd come to me first,
we wouldn't be sittin' here
right now.
I'm a big believer in balance
and karma, Raq.
The universe has laws,
and they need to respected.
I could be asking you
to give up your own son.
That'd be real balance.
But I have a heart,
and he's just a kid.
So I'm tellin' you
your brother has to go,
which is fair and just
and about as close to balance
as we're gonna get.
With all due respect,
my brother,
he ain't gonna pay
for your son's fuck-up.
Universe I'm from,
it got laws too.
And on the Southside,
we pay what we owe.
And me and my brother,
we don't owe you shit.
I'm sorry for your loss.
But your loss ain't my loss,
and mine ain't yours.
You want balance,
that's balance.
What is it with you? Huh?
Is it because you're this woman
in a man's business
that you gotta be so tough
and mean all the time?
Always trying to prove yourself
to the men around you?
I suffered an unspeakable loss
because of your brother,
and I offer you
a reasonable compromise,
but you just spit it back
in my face.
And ain't that
just like a nigga,
thinkin' a bitch flexin'
'cause of him?
Nah, Sal.
It ain't about you or any man.
I'm flexin' 'cause of me,
'cause of who I am.
It ain't about you
and your dick.
I ain't got shit
to prove to you or nobody else.
I'm me.
♪ ♪
My sympathies to your family.
♪ ♪
And mine to yours.
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[indistinct radio chatter]
[helicopter blades thrumming]
♪ ♪
Had these in his pocket.
This was the only one
that survived the water.
Crown Camacho.
Bulletproof Records.
Well, looks like the fat lady's
sung her last fuckin' song
for you, Crown.
[siren wailing]
[Renée]
Get home safe, stay warm.
-Good night.
-Good night. Good night.
Good night, Bianca.
And remember, just because
you aren't yelling
doesn't mean you're not angry.
[laughs]
Okay. Thank you.
Yup.
[Marvin] Ms. Renée?
Oh! Oh, my God.
Marvin.
[laughing] You scared me.
I didn't mean to creep up
on you like that.
It was all my fault.
No, no, it- it's fine. I just...
I wasn't expecting you,
or anyone for that matter.
It's... it's kinda late.
Right. Right, it sure is.
I was hopin', you know,
I could, uh,
spit at you right quick
'cause a lot's been happenin'
between, you know,
me and my daughter.
I could really use your advice,
you know what I'm sayin'?
Your- your guidance and whatnot.
I'm always here for you,
Marvin.
You know this.
[Marvin] I appreciate the hell
out of that.
I really do.
So can we, uh, you know,
go somewhere or somethin',
or- you know, to talk?
Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that.
[laughs]
[soft music plays]
I'm really happy to see you.
I'm really happy
to see you too.
And I am touched
that you would reach out
to me like this.
[Marvin gasps]
[laughing]
Yo, feel like, before,
you know, you and me talked
only when I had some, you know,
some bad shit happenin'.
So now that I finally got
some good shit...
you know, good stuff goin' on,
you know, I wanted you to know.
That means a lot to me
because I wanna know
the good stuff.
♪ ♪
You deserve the good stuff.
You know that, right?
♪ ♪
Hey, Marvin!
[gunshots]
[dramatic music plays]
[Ice Cube's "The Nigga
Ya Love to Hate" playing]
[Ice Cube] ♪ I heard payback's
A motherfucking nigga ♪
♪ That's why I'm sick
Of getting treated ♪
♪ Like a goddamn stepchild ♪
♪ Fuck a punk
'Cause I ain't him ♪
♪ You gotta deal
With the nine-double-M ♪
♪ The day is coming
That you'll all hate ♪
♪ Just think if niggas
Decide to retaliate ♪
♪ They try to keep me
From running up ♪
♪ I never tell you to get down
It's all about coming up ♪
♪ So what they do
Go and ban the AK? ♪
♪ My shit wasn't registered
Any fucking way ♪
♪ So you better duck away
Run and hide out ♪
♪ When I'm rolling real slow
And the lights out ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm about
To fuck up the program ♪
♪ Shooting out the window
Of a drop-top Brougham ♪
♪ When I'm shooting,
Let's see who drop ♪
♪ The police, the media
And suckers that went pop? ♪
♪ And motherfuckers
That say they too Black ♪
♪ Put 'em overseas
They be begging to come back ♪
♪ And say we promote
Gangs and drugs ♪
♪ You wanna sweep a nigga
Like me up under the rug ♪
♪ Kicking shit
Called street knowledge ♪
♪ Why more niggas
In the pen than in college? ♪
♪ Because of that line
I might be your cellmate ♪
♪ That's from the nigga
Ya love to hate ♪
[singers]
♪ Fuck you, Ice Cube! ♪
[Ice Cube] ♪ Yeah, haha! ♪
♪ It's the nigga
You love to hate ♪
[singers]
♪ Fuck you, Ice Cube! ♪
[Ice Cube] ♪ Ay, yo, baby ♪
♪ Your mother warned you
About me ♪
♪ It's the nigga
You love to hate ♪
♪ Yo, you ain't doin'
Nothin' positive ♪
♪ You ain't doin' nothin'
Positive for the brothers ♪
♪ What you gotta say
For yourself? ♪
♪ You don't like
How I'm livin'? ♪
♪ Well, fuck you ♪
♪ ♪
[Grown Kanan]
Previously on Raising Kanan...
I don't seem that much
older than you, do I?
[Corrine]
Mom, is this milk still good?
Shit! Corinne!
Miss Thomas,
I'm Corinne Ashford.
There's something
you should know.
Do not have sexual relations
with a man
as one does with a woman.
[Howard]
I'm Detective Malcolm Howard.
I need to talk to you
about Detective Shannon Burke.
Come on in.
Anyone finds out I shared this
with you, Shannon,
I'm out of a job.
So Howard had
a 17-year-old female informant
back in the '70s?
-[siren whoops]
-Fuck.
How do you know Kanan Stark?
[Howard]
Turns out One-Eyed Jack
wasn't no snitch after all.
And his mom, she ain't buyin'
that he died by his own hand.
You told me Scrap was a snitch.
I made a mistake.
That's my number.
I hope you stay in touch.
I'd love to hear from you.
I'd love to be heard.
Got a rat problem.
If I do this,
it's outside my family.
My father doesn't know
about this.
[suppressed gunshot]
-Ahh!
-[both grunting]
[suppressed gunshot]
Oh, fuck.
[Rileyy] ♪ I'm a hustler, baby
I'm a hustler, baby ♪
[50 Cent] ♪ 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' ♪
[Rileyy and 50 Cent]
♪ And it's all right ♪
[50 Cent] ♪ 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 ♪
[Rileyy vocalising]
[uneasy music plays]
♪ ♪
[Grown Kanan]
This motherfucker figured
he'd hide out
until his shit got better.
[person groaning]
[Grown Kanan] Thought
that slug he was carrying
was just gonna
make peace with him...
ease the fuck up.
♪ ♪
But that ain't how it works.
[siren wailing]
♪ ♪
Once you start bleeding,
it's damn near impossible
to stop.
[door rattles]
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
I'm dying. [gasps]
[Grown Kanan]
Because in this game...
[people murmuring]
...shit like that
don't ever get better.
♪ ♪
It only get worse.
And it stay getting worse
until it can't get no worse
no more.
[person in distance] Baby!
I can't find my keys.
Where'd you put 'em?
[Raq] It's Kanan Stark mother.
Open up.
[baby crying]
Open up
or I'ma shoot this shit open.
Stay away from my son.
This right here is a warning,
and you only get one of them.
I have no idea
what you're talking about--
Shut the fuck up.
I talked to your daughter.
She told me all your shit.
And I asked around about you.
Turns out Kanan
ain't the first young boy
you been messin' with.
But he about to be the last.
Like I said, I don't know
what you're talking--
-[gun cocks]
-I heard what you said.
[tense music plays]
But do you hear
what I'm sayin'?
'Cause next time you see me,
I ain't gon' be sayin' shit.
♪ ♪
[Special Ed's "I got It Made'"
playing]
Go to school.
♪ I'm your idol ♪
♪ The highest title ♪
♪ Numero Uno ♪
♪ I'm not a Puerto Rican ♪
♪ But I'm speaking
so that you know ♪
-♪ And understand I got... ♪
-[knock on door]
♪ And it's a blessing ♪
♪ So listen to the lesson
I preach ♪
♪ I talk sense condensed
into the form of a poem ♪
♪ Full of knowledge
from my toes ♪
♪ To the top of my dome ♪
♪ I'm kinda young
But my tongue speaks maturity ♪
Only thing I heard
is Marco got killed
on some home invasion bullshit
in Westchester.
♪ ♪
Smash and grab gone wrong.
But we know better than that.
Don't we, Marvin?
♪ ♪
Yeah.
See, you had that nigga
on some work for you.
Fuck kinda business I got
with the Italians?
The kind that got
that nigga killed.
[ominous music plays]
♪ ♪
You know, it ain't Marco
you need to be
worried about anyway.
I mean, like, for real,
he dead, he gone.
It's his partner you need
to be worried about.
♪ ♪
That's what's gonna
really hurt you.
♪ ♪
Papers said he got hit too.
Probably dead.
[chuckles]
♪ ♪
[chuckles softly]
Probably dead.
Nigga, you know like I know.
Until that body shows up,
he ain't dead.
And if he ain't dead...
he still talkin'.
♪ ♪
You about to be
in a world of shit, my nigga.
♪ ♪
[hip-hop music playing]
♪ ♪
[tires squealing]
[indistinct rapping]
♪ ♪
[singer] ♪ Put your guns
In the air ♪
♪ If you's a real nigga ♪
[music turns off]
Kanan? Scrappy's mother.
Man, you can't just roll up
on people like that.
I have--way you came up here,
I thought you was--
I'm sorry about Scrappy.
He was a good brother.
He said the same about you.
I need you to talk
to your mother, Kanan.
My boy didn't kill himself.
You know it like I do.
And I believe
your mama know it too.
But she lettin' that shit stand
with no kind of answer
to nobody?
These motherfuckers
who took my son from me?
Out here living their lives,
with not a care
in the fuckin' world?
That shit don't sit right
with me.
And it shouldn't
with Raq neither.
Scrappy was family.
My mother loved him.
Then why isn't she out there
findin' the niggas
who shot him?
[Kanan] 'Cause the police says
Scrappy's the one
that pulled that trigger.
Fuck what the police say.
Someone put a bullet
in my son's head.
Talk to your mother.
Tell her to do somethin'.
'Cause if she don't...
I will.
[singer] ♪ Guns in the air
Uh-huh, uh-huh ♪
♪ Put your guns in the air
If you's a real nigga ♪
♪ Put your guns in the air
Push bricks ♪
[engine revving]
[ominous music plays]
♪ ♪
[siren wailing]
[intercom buzzes]
♪ ♪
[Kenya] Who is it?
It's Laverne.
[intercom beeps]
[door buzzes]
♪ ♪
What's up?
I'm missin' school for this.
This is more important
than school, baby.
We all wanna talk to you.
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[Lou-Lou] Yo,
where the fuck is my song?
You took my money,
but I ain't get my spins yet.
I'm late for a meeting
with my boss.
I need to get to work, brother.
When you playin' our track?
It's all about that timing,
baby.
Gotta whet they appetite
before we serve 'em they meal.
Yo, where Crown at, man?
Crown's on vacation.
You workin' with me now.
It's all good, baby.
DJ Mo can roll with anyone.
I only ask 'cause Crown knows
how this shit work.
This your new artist
right here?
Maybe she can come upstairs
and, uh, make her pitch
all personally and shit.
Sometimes your boy Mo need
a little extra convincing.
-[gasps]
-[Zisa laughs]
[laughing]
Convinced?
My shit plays today.
[DJ Mo Craze sputtering]
Not once, not twice,
not three, four, five times.
My shit stays on repeat.
Do you understand?
[DJ Mo Craze] I understand.
I understand.
Don't do...
[Lou-Lou]
I'm sorry, I can't hear you.
I understand.
Don't do this.
Okay, okay, okay, okay. Okay.
-It's okay.
-I'ma play it.
Yeah, it's all right.
You gon' play it. You good.
-You good.
-Okay.
You good.
[tense music plays]
Go to work, nigga.
-You late.
-Yeah.
♪ ♪
Why are all these people here?
[Kenya]
Because they care for you.
We all love you.
-God loves you.
-[people murmuring] Mm-hmm.
And we wanna help you.
We wanna turn you
into the person you wanna be.
I am the person I wanna be.
But you're not the person
God wants you to be.
♪ ♪
[Cartier] My lawyers
out of town right now,
so Abraham's gonna just have
to sit tight for a minute.
[soft music plays]
The bing ain't that bad,
Traymont.
♪ ♪
Tell Abraham to think of it
as quiet time.
An opportunity to reevaluate
and reconsider.
I mean, truth is
you both have been flying
a little too close
to the sun lately.
♪ ♪
Icarus, nigga. Look it up.
Look...
I got some shit in front of me
that demands
my immediate attention,
so I'ma circle back to you.
[phone claps shut]
♪ ♪
Well, Traymont's boy
got caught with a gun.
[chuckles]
Wants me and my lawyer
to get him out.
But Abraham's gonna have
to sit on ice for a minute.
Give these D.C. niggas
a refresher
on the organisational chart.
They don't get
these champagne wishes
and caviar dreams without me.
A nigga don't know he needs ya
until he needs ya.
[chuckles]
[chuckling]
Mm-mm!
[Pastor Hawkins]
I beg you, Lord,
cast out these vile thoughts
from this young woman!
-Vanquish these demons!
-[people murmuring]
Cleanse yourself of all
that is unholy!
Release the perversions
that inhabit your soul!
It's okay, baby.
We gonna
get through this together.
[ominous music plays]
♪ ♪
A man and his wife...
were both naked
and not ashamed.
[moaning on video]
Not ashamed because
they lay together in matrimony
and harmony as man and woman!
♪ ♪
-[slap]
-[Jukebox whimpers]
Oh, wait, wait.
Nobody said anything about
hittin' or nothing like that.
This pain pales in comparison
to an eternity in hell,
Sister Kenya.
Is that what you want
for your daughter?
Eternal damnation?
♪ ♪
-[slap]
-[Jukebox whimpers]
God wants to help you,
but He needs to hear your will.
Say the words with me.
Help me, Lord.
[Grown Kanan]
Used to get the same question
over and over
from every motherfucker
-that met Juke down the line.
-[slap]
How she get so cold-blooded?
Ain't never
my business to tell.
♪ ♪
Weren't one single thing
anyway.
-But shit like this?
-[slapping]
It's gonna hurt
for as long as you livin'.
[slap]
♪ ♪
Just wonderin' if anyone came
through the hospital up there
with a--with a gunshot issue
or somethin' like that.
Most likely a white guy.
Italian.
[coughs]
He a--he a friend.
You know, uh, we--
we grew up together.
When I say
"most likely a white guy,"
I just mean, you know,
he mostly white.
He look like, you know...
a regular white boy.
[sighs]
I can't give you a name.
I'm tryin' to maintain
that confidentiality and shit.
Yo, whatever, man!
Fuck it, then.
I'm just trying to find
my mostly white fuckin' friend
that might've got shot!
[phone beeps]
[phone clatters]
♪ ♪
[Baptiste] Good day, gentlemen.
-[phone ringing in distance]
-Uh-huh. All right.
[soft dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[knocking]
[Howard]
Yo, Cap, you got a minute?
No.
But that never stopped
any of you motherfuckers
from making yourselves
comfortable.
If this is about overtime,
it ain't happenin'.
With the budget where it is,
they're not lettin' anybody
clock anything over 40
right now.
It's Burke.
Turns out
she's been reviewin' my records
and talkin'
to some of my old contacts.
Why the fuck would she do that?
I'm assuming it's about
my shooting,
but I don't even know.
She been marchin'
to the beat of her own drum.
Now, I'm willin' to give her
the benefit of the doubt here
and say she was just trying
to help her partner out, but...
...don't nobody like someone
diggin' through they old shit,
Captain.
Meanwhile, she's stompin'
all over
the actual investigation.
Burke's got that overzealous,
new-to-the-job thing goin' on.
She ain't new no more.
And fuckin' with
your partner's old cases,
that ain't overzealous.
That's oversteppin'.
[Baptiste]
Yeah, I'll talk to her.
And frankly...
Burke's got enough
issues of her own
to contend with right now.
That white girl
from the Upper East Side,
the one who OD'd?
Well, her parents
won't leave it alone.
And now the father's
in the mix.
He's making noise
that Burke herself
is involved
in the girl's death.
That Burke's been preying
on young girls
and plying them with drugs.
-The fuck outta here.
-[Baptiste] I know.
♪ ♪
But Burke shouldn't have
put her nose
where it didn't belong
in the first place.
And based on
what you telling me here,
she hasn't learned her lesson.
[soft dramatic music plays]
[knock at door]
[Famous sniffs]
[sighs]
All right!
[door creaks]
So you just don't go
to school no more?
I overslept.
It's been damn near two weeks
since we saw you in class.
-I'll catch up.
-Catch up.
You hear from Crown recently?
No.
Some nigga that own this spot
said he owe him
some studio time.
He ain't heard from him.
How the fuck
do I not start with this?
Nigga, your moms!
Raq woke me up earlier today.
You crackin' on my moms
right now?
Nah, K, she came through
my fucking building earlier.
Tried to break her foot off
in Corinne mother ass.
The fuck is you talkin' about?
Raq pressed Palomar mad hard.
Told her she ever try
to fuck with you ever again,
she was gonna lay her ass out.
And that wasn't no
empty threat neither, nigga.
She pulled out that steel.
-My damn mother.
-Yeah.
-Slamming my door--
-[door slams]
Fucker.
[dog barking]
[Palomar] Who is it?
It's Kanan.
[Palomar] I can't talk to you
no more, Kanan.
What'd my mother say to you?
She told me to leave you alone,
and that's
what I'm gonna to do.
She ain't gonna do shit
to you, Palomar.
I knew that was your mom
when I stepped to you
like that.
And if I'm being honest
with you and myself,
I think that's what got me
thinkin' about you
in the first place.
But you got too much that
come along with you, Kanan.
Too complicated.
Can't mess with you no more.
She not gonna do nothin',
all right? Let me--
Neither are we, baby.
[tense music plays]
Nah. Ay, Palomar, don't--
♪ ♪
Palomar, open the door.
Ay, Palomar!
♪ ♪
Open the door!
♪ ♪
Fuck is you doin'?
What is this, man?
♪ ♪
Famous, is you goin'
in my shit, man?
[Famous]
I thought it was my bag!
I was gonna get
into some homework.
♪ ♪
This nigga do homework
all of a sudden?
Nigga, that's a daddy test.
It got your initials on it too.
K.S. Kanan Stark.
Nigga, that's you.
Who the other nigga, M.H.?
Is M.H. Def Con?
Why you got a daddy test
to find out some shit
you already know?
♪ ♪
Listen, Teresa's inside.
She was asking after you.
Let me go to her.
♪ ♪
I wanna know what the fuck
my kid was doing
with this goddamn dentist.
And I wanna know
who he was working with.
You know, Marco...
Marco was always
on his own shit, man.
Well, he was workin'
with somebody that night,
because the cops said
there was another guy there.
[sighs]
I wanna know who it was.
And if he's still
fucking breathin',
I wanna have a deep,
personal conversation
with this motherfucker.
♪ ♪
[person] I'm so sorry, Sal.
Yes, thank you.
♪ ♪
[soft R&B music playing]
[singer vocalising]
♪ ♪
You wanna fuck?
Nah, I'm good.
♪ ♪
It ain't like those Jamaicans
gonna interrupt us again.
Cartier handled it.
I'm not worried
about no Jamaicans.
I'm just not thinkin'
about all that right now.
♪ ♪
You know most dudes would,
like, kill to get with me.
♪ ♪
I ain't most dudes.
[DJ Mo Craze]
You about to thank me, y'all,
'cause I'm 'bout
to introduce you
to a new artist who
gonna make a whole lotta noise
in this here biz.
This right here is Zisa,
and the track's called
"Bruise."
-You're welcome, peoples.
-[laughs]
♪ I can't hide the pain ♪
♪ ♪
Oh, now we definitely fuckin'.
You right.
♪ Everything ♪
♪ I never been known ♪
♪ As someone to break ♪
♪ I've lost all my reasons ♪
♪ And I'm drowning in regret ♪
♪ I can't
Wash away the shame ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I'm covering ♪
♪ I can't carry the weight ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Was it all for nothing? ♪
♪ Faded by the memory ♪
♪ I relive my sins
Over and over ♪
♪ Again ♪
♪ ♪
-[indistinct chatter]
-[phone ringing]
Detective Burke.
A word, please.
Any idea what this is?
Could be about overtime.
Heard he's cuttin'
everyone's hours down.
The door.
Have a seat.
I thought we had
an understanding,
Detective Burke.
After all that shit
with the Bingham girl
and her family,
I thought
I made it clear to you
to keep your head down
and do your fuckin' job.
You did. You made it clear.
Conducting your own
personal investigation
into Malcolm Howard
is the exact opposite
of keeping your head down,
Detective Burke!
Who told you I was doin' that?
I got eyes and ears everywhere.
That's why they call me
Captain Baptiste.
Look, I wasn't
investigating Howard, sir.
I was--I was just pitching in--
[Baptiste]
That is it, Detective!
Your first, last,
and final warning.
Keep your fuckin' nose out
of everyone else's business.
The bosses are watching you,
Burke.
You'd be wise to step
real lightly right now.
[tense music plays]
Is that all?
♪ ♪
Thank you, sir.
♪ ♪
Wasn't about overtime.
♪ ♪
[Raq] Yeah, that's him.
Abraham Drew.
From Maryland, right?
Weapons possession?
[soft dramatic music plays]
Yeah, he the one.
Look, I need that shit handled.
♪ ♪
I gotta go.
♪ ♪
See?
Takin' the bus wasn't so bad.
When the last time
you took the bus?
Let's go inside.
I'ma give you the tour.
[birds chirping]
[soft music plays]
♪ ♪
It's ours.
♪ ♪
It's all ours.
♪ ♪
This is yours, more like it.
♪ ♪
I'm fine where we at.
Southside good enough for me.
Well, now we gonna be
better than good enough.
♪ ♪
This us.
♪ ♪
It's the payoff.
♪ ♪
It's what all that work is for.
Why you go talk
to Corinne mom like that?
♪ ♪
What you expect me to do?
Your girlfriend--
or your ex-girlfriend,
she told me all of the shit
you been gettin' into
with her moms.
What you think,
I was just supposed
to stand by
and let that happen?
You could've came
and talked to me first.
I don't have to talk to you,
Kanan.
You a child.
And she a grown-ass woman.
And if she gonna
do shit like that,
she gonna hear from me,
your mother.
That's how it works.
♪ ♪
And you ain't the first boy
she done that to, by the way.
She ain't do nothin' to me
I ain't wanna do.
You feel that way now,
but you might not feel
that way later.
How you know how it feel?
I don't have to know
how it feel
to know that it ain't right,
Kanan.
♪ ♪
But maybe you do know
how it feel.
I don't know
what you talkin' about,
but I don't like
the way you sayin' it.
Scrap mother
rolled up on me today.
Said she ain't believe
he killed hisself.
She think somebody else did it.
That you ain't doin'
nothin' about it.
She a mother who lost her son
to his own hand
'cause he ain't wanna
be here no more.
And she ain't know about it.
So she tryin' to blame somebody
'cause the truth hurts.
♪ ♪
Truth hurts. Right.
[scoffs]
I'ma go stay with Fame
for a while.
Clear my head.
[Raq] Clear your head of what?
You.
So this all 'cause I stepped
to a fuckin' rapist bitch?
This about way more than that,
and you know it.
When I brought you back in,
we said no more secrets, Kanan.
No more lies.
We did.
Well, there something
you wanna say to me,
you should probably say it.
♪ ♪
Don't dance around it, boy.
House is nice.
[Frank Sinatra's
"The Good Life" playing]
[door clicks shut]
[Frank] ♪ Yes, the good life ♪
♪ Lest you hide
All the sadness you feel ♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
♪ You won't really
Fall in love ♪
We get the sons we deserve.
[Frank] ♪ 'Cause you can't
Take the chance ♪
To Marco.
[all] To Marco.
[Frank]
♪ So be honest with yourself ♪
Vito, again.
[Frank]
♪ Don't try to fake romance ♪
[door opens]
♪ Yes, the good life ♪
♪ To be free and... ♪
We found the person
who was with Marco.
It's Dominic.
[ominous music plays]
♪ ♪
Of course it fuckin' is.
♪ ♪
-[pounds table]
-Mm, that motherfucker!
[people murmuring]
You take me to this cocksucker
right now.
I told him
to stay the fuck away.
[Frank] ♪ I still want you ♪
♪ And in case you wonder why ♪
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
[gentle music plays]
♪ ♪
[fire crackling]
Yo, um,
what you doin' with that?
♪ ♪
It's all the shit she gave me.
♪ ♪
[intercom buzzing]
[siren wailing]
♪ ♪
Where the fuck you at, Fame?
♪ ♪
-[pounds on door]
-Damn, man!
♪ ♪
Doctors said, I lost
another fuckin' drop of blood,
I'd be gone.
Fini. Kaput.
Just one more drop.
[groans]
Even now, they say my vitals
are really weak.
Yeah, you're
a fuckin' champion, Dominic.
[Dominic] I gotta tell you
how sorry I am, Sal.
Marco was a good kid.
I mean, a little hot-headed
at times,
but he had a heart of gold
on him.
Appreciate the kind words.
So, uh...
what were you two doin' there,
Dominic?
What was the job?
He did not tell me
you wasn't involved, Sal.
If I knew beforehand
that it wasn't sanctioned
by you, I'd never--
Your loyalty's never been
in question.
[coughs]
You know I'd die for you, Sal.
I know. I know you would.
Why were you there?
It was a hit on a girl.
Marco said it'd be a breeze.
Who ordered the work, Dominic?
Who wanted the girl hit?
Who do you think?
If I knew, I wouldn't be
standing here, motherfucker!
It was that nigger bitch's
brother with the beard
and that wooly fuckin' pillow
on top of that
sooty fuckin' head of his.
I-I told you we should've
killed that girl
up in the woods.
Look, Sal,
when I get out of here,
I'm gonna be ready
to get back to work.
So let me make this right
for you.
I'm your guy.
You just focus
on getting better.
Huh?
We'll figure out, uh,
all the rest
when you're back
on your feet again.
Yeah.
Hey, Sal.
Please, my condolences to...
Teresa.
[groans]
[ominous music plays]
That piece of fuckin' shit
in there
doesn't see the sun come up.
He's dead by fuckin' dawn!
♪ ♪
And reach out to that
nigger queen of Queens
and tell her we need to talk,
just the two of us.
♪ ♪
Maybe you should've killed her
when you had the fuckin' shot.
Give me another chance.
[crickets chirping]
[dogs barking]
I need a place
to sleep tonight.
[ominous music plays]
[person over intercom]
Dr. Tierney, 2292.
Dr. Tierney, 2292.
♪ ♪
[suspenseful music plays]
♪ ♪
[Dominic gasps, groans]
[muffled shouting]
♪ ♪
[soft dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
There she go.
[tense music plays]
Yo. Kenya!
♪ ♪
Kenya, I told you
to leave her the fuck alone.
She my daughter, Marvin.
You don't even know her.
I know she sinnin'.
I know she going to hell
if she don't change.
The fuck you know
about sinnin', Kenya?
Is it sinnin' when you decide
to abandon your own daughter?
Is it sinnin' when you decide
that chasin'
some ballplayer dick
is more important
than your child and her father?
♪ ♪
Dad!
♪ ♪
Laverne!
♪ ♪
Don't you see
I'm trying to save you?
Trying to give you
a better life?
I know this isn't who you are.
I know you wanna go to heaven.
[Jukebox scoffs]
Heaven's just some garbage
that they sell to you
about where you go
when you dead
so you swallow they shit
while you still alive.
♪ ♪
I ain't swallowin' shit.
Especially not your shit!
I was fine without you.
I don't need you.
I never needed you.
I love you, Laverne.
I love you. Please.
You don't.
♪ ♪
Laverne! Laverne!
♪ ♪
Laverne!
♪ ♪
Yo. Time to wake up, B.
Damn. I forgot I was here.
I ain't know
what you like to eat,
but this is all I got,
so this what you havin'.
That'll work.
Thanks, man.
[Howard] You seemed real shook
last night.
I ain't wanna interrogate you
or none of that,
but this shit right here
hell of a surprise.
I mean, I ain't had
nowhere else to go.
What's up with your mom's crib?
She there.
Yo, I, uh, appreciate you
for lettin' me stay here
last night.
You got a back door
or somethin' I could go out of?
I don't really...
need nobody seeing me
walk out your front.
[Howard chuckles]
Yeah, there's one out back
by the kitchen.
[soft dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[light music plays]
♪ ♪
If you want 'em to stay crisp,
don't put 'em
in the refrigerator.
Well, if you're here
to talk to me about anything
other than apples,
you best keep to steppin'.
So, uh, you and Howard
have a complicated past.
You knew him
when you were younger, right?
Back when he was
an undercover?
You were his informant.
You know, the only good thing
about that head of yours,
Detective,
is the hair you got
on top of it.
And that stringy-ass mess,
it ain't even all that either.
Go sell your bullshit
somewhere else,
'cause all I'm buyin' today
is apples and pie crusts.
You all right?
Not really. [chuckles]
Look, um, I know...
I know there's still a lot that
you and me gotta figure out,
but I just wanted to say
-that maybe if we--
-I can't.
I can't.
Not today.
I get it.
And another time,
that can happen,
but it ain't gonna be today.
[chuckles] Shit.
It was enough for me that you
called me Dad back there.
-I-I'll talk to you later.
-I'll hit you.
That's not--that's not
what I meant to say.
What I meant to say is that...
that I'll call you.
Yo, words--words matter,
you know.
Uh, and--and--
and how you say 'em matters.
I mean, the tone
and--and body language,
that--that shit matters too.
I mean, 'cause--'cause a nigga
can seem angry when he's not,
but don't seem like he's angry
when he really is.
Yo, this anger thing
is a motherfucker, Juke,
but--but--but I'm on it.
I know you are.
[soft music plays]
♪ ♪
This dumb,
slow-witted motherfucker
gonna say, "I'll hit you."
♪ ♪
Goddamn, Marvin.
Where you goin'?
Famous crib.
That's a lot of shit
you packin'.
Could be a while.
I can't trust her no more,
Juke.
And it's not just one thing.
It's everything.
Gotten to the point now
I don't know what's bullshit
and what ain't.
So it all just feel
like bullshit to me.
You said it yourself
that night, Juke.
She had me doin' something
I had no business doin'.
And even now,
I'm startin' to realise
maybe it was about
some other shit anyway.
Shit I ain't know at that time.
[somber music plays]
Shit I wish I ain't know now.
♪ ♪
I still don't know what
the fuck it all mean, Juke.
About her. About me.
About anything.
♪ ♪
Raq love you, Kanan.
But sometimes it feel
like she use that love
to do a whole lot of ill shit.
♪ ♪
It's like she think that all
the fucked-up shit she doin'
gonna be fine
if she tell herself
she doin' it for me.
I gotta get the fuck
out of there, man.
♪ ♪
I gotta get away from her
and figure this shit out.
♪ ♪
If I can figure this shit out.
♪ ♪
Fame livin' like a damn
crackhead over there, though.
That is not a tidy nigga.
That's better than here.
And...
you need to make sure
you pack some extra drawers.
'Cause your ass don't even know
how to do laundry.
♪ ♪
So Sal wanna meet me alone?
[Lou]
That's what his mans said.
[ominous music plays]
Well, you the fuckin'
Mafia whisperer.
What he want, nigga?
♪ ♪
Ask him.
♪ ♪
[Marvin gulps, coughs]
Uh--
we don--we don't know
for sure-for sure,
if--if that's even
what it's about.
Nigga, yes, we do.
Fuck you do, Marvin?
You heard about the shit
in Scarsdale?
What I care about Scarsdale?
If I ain't got
no business there,
I don't fuck with it.
It's been in the news.
Wait. You mean
that home invasion shit?
The dentist.
The girl that got shot up?
Girl name was Antoinette
or some shit.
Antonia.
Antonia Depner.
That was Toni Deep.
One of the niggas
that busted up in there
got put down too.
They ain't say who it was yet.
His name was Marco Boselli.
Sal's son.
That was his name.
That's who the fuck he was.
[Marvin stammering]
No.
[dramatic music plays]
No.
♪ ♪
Hell, no.
♪ ♪
[soft dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[The Dubs' "This Time" playing]
[Richard] ♪ Greater
Than all I've known ♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪ Can't keep the fire ♪
♪ From burning inside ♪
♪ It won't be denied ♪
♪ This time ♪
[singers] ♪ Oh, this time ♪
[Richard]
♪ I know you have tried ♪
♪ To keep... ♪
Hey. Drink?
I'm good.
[Richard] ♪ I made mistakes
In the past ♪
You bowl?
I used to go to some lanes
around the way back in the day.
A guy I used to like
fucked with it.
Once I got tired of him,
I got tired of the whole shit.
I was the same way with tennis.
Some broad I liked played,
so I tried to turn
into Rod fuckin' Laver.
I couldn't hit that ball
over the goddamn net
to save my fuckin' life.
Well, what happened
with the girl?
I married her.
I was so bad,
she felt sorry for me.
Next thing I knew,
we're walkin' down the aisle.
Mm.
Sometimes we win
even when we lose.
♪ ♪
And sometimes we just lose.
[Richard]
♪ I know love is right ♪
♪ This time ♪
Your brother's gotta go.
I'm not gonna pretend my son,
Marco, wasn't a fuck-up.
He was,
in almost every aspect
of his short fuckin' life.
But he was my kid,
and what happened to him
can't go unanswered.
Well, my brother,
he didn't kill your son.
He hired him for a job.
Shit went bad.
It happens.
There ain't no price
to be paid for that.
Your brother went around me
to my son.
If he'd come to me first,
we wouldn't be sittin' here
right now.
I'm a big believer in balance
and karma, Raq.
The universe has laws,
and they need to respected.
I could be asking you
to give up your own son.
That'd be real balance.
But I have a heart,
and he's just a kid.
So I'm tellin' you
your brother has to go,
which is fair and just
and about as close to balance
as we're gonna get.
With all due respect,
my brother,
he ain't gonna pay
for your son's fuck-up.
Universe I'm from,
it got laws too.
And on the Southside,
we pay what we owe.
And me and my brother,
we don't owe you shit.
I'm sorry for your loss.
But your loss ain't my loss,
and mine ain't yours.
You want balance,
that's balance.
What is it with you? Huh?
Is it because you're this woman
in a man's business
that you gotta be so tough
and mean all the time?
Always trying to prove yourself
to the men around you?
I suffered an unspeakable loss
because of your brother,
and I offer you
a reasonable compromise,
but you just spit it back
in my face.
And ain't that
just like a nigga,
thinkin' a bitch flexin'
'cause of him?
Nah, Sal.
It ain't about you or any man.
I'm flexin' 'cause of me,
'cause of who I am.
It ain't about you
and your dick.
I ain't got shit
to prove to you or nobody else.
I'm me.
♪ ♪
My sympathies to your family.
♪ ♪
And mine to yours.
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[indistinct radio chatter]
[helicopter blades thrumming]
♪ ♪
Had these in his pocket.
This was the only one
that survived the water.
Crown Camacho.
Bulletproof Records.
Well, looks like the fat lady's
sung her last fuckin' song
for you, Crown.
[siren wailing]
[Renée]
Get home safe, stay warm.
-Good night.
-Good night. Good night.
Good night, Bianca.
And remember, just because
you aren't yelling
doesn't mean you're not angry.
[laughs]
Okay. Thank you.
Yup.
[Marvin] Ms. Renée?
Oh! Oh, my God.
Marvin.
[laughing] You scared me.
I didn't mean to creep up
on you like that.
It was all my fault.
No, no, it- it's fine. I just...
I wasn't expecting you,
or anyone for that matter.
It's... it's kinda late.
Right. Right, it sure is.
I was hopin', you know,
I could, uh,
spit at you right quick
'cause a lot's been happenin'
between, you know,
me and my daughter.
I could really use your advice,
you know what I'm sayin'?
Your- your guidance and whatnot.
I'm always here for you,
Marvin.
You know this.
[Marvin] I appreciate the hell
out of that.
I really do.
So can we, uh, you know,
go somewhere or somethin',
or- you know, to talk?
Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that.
[laughs]
[soft music plays]
I'm really happy to see you.
I'm really happy
to see you too.
And I am touched
that you would reach out
to me like this.
[Marvin gasps]
[laughing]
Yo, feel like, before,
you know, you and me talked
only when I had some, you know,
some bad shit happenin'.
So now that I finally got
some good shit...
you know, good stuff goin' on,
you know, I wanted you to know.
That means a lot to me
because I wanna know
the good stuff.
♪ ♪
You deserve the good stuff.
You know that, right?
♪ ♪
Hey, Marvin!
[gunshots]
[dramatic music plays]
[Ice Cube's "The Nigga
Ya Love to Hate" playing]
[Ice Cube] ♪ I heard payback's
A motherfucking nigga ♪
♪ That's why I'm sick
Of getting treated ♪
♪ Like a goddamn stepchild ♪
♪ Fuck a punk
'Cause I ain't him ♪
♪ You gotta deal
With the nine-double-M ♪
♪ The day is coming
That you'll all hate ♪
♪ Just think if niggas
Decide to retaliate ♪
♪ They try to keep me
From running up ♪
♪ I never tell you to get down
It's all about coming up ♪
♪ So what they do
Go and ban the AK? ♪
♪ My shit wasn't registered
Any fucking way ♪
♪ So you better duck away
Run and hide out ♪
♪ When I'm rolling real slow
And the lights out ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm about
To fuck up the program ♪
♪ Shooting out the window
Of a drop-top Brougham ♪
♪ When I'm shooting,
Let's see who drop ♪
♪ The police, the media
And suckers that went pop? ♪
♪ And motherfuckers
That say they too Black ♪
♪ Put 'em overseas
They be begging to come back ♪
♪ And say we promote
Gangs and drugs ♪
♪ You wanna sweep a nigga
Like me up under the rug ♪
♪ Kicking shit
Called street knowledge ♪
♪ Why more niggas
In the pen than in college? ♪
♪ Because of that line
I might be your cellmate ♪
♪ That's from the nigga
Ya love to hate ♪
[singers]
♪ Fuck you, Ice Cube! ♪
[Ice Cube] ♪ Yeah, haha! ♪
♪ It's the nigga
You love to hate ♪
[singers]
♪ Fuck you, Ice Cube! ♪
[Ice Cube] ♪ Ay, yo, baby ♪
♪ Your mother warned you
About me ♪
♪ It's the nigga
You love to hate ♪
♪ Yo, you ain't doin'
Nothin' positive ♪
♪ You ain't doin' nothin'
Positive for the brothers ♪
♪ What you gotta say
For yourself? ♪
♪ You don't like
How I'm livin'? ♪
♪ Well, fuck you ♪