Power Book IV: Force (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - This Is Who We Are - full transcript
Previously on Force...
Where you get this from?
Wrong question.
Right question.
You know you're
the only Flynn I fuck with.
You got that big
fucking Flynn name
but no distro.
You come to me with this,
you better hope
I'm your motherfucker.
It's finer than coke.
You think you can
break this shit down,
see what the fuck we got?
Damn!
Aah!
Where's Tommy Egan?
- Where's she at?
- Which doesn't quite
make us even after all
the bodies that have fallen.
Get down!
- Fuck.
- Fuck!
It went straight through.
It's clean.
God damn.
You're gonna be all right.
The money that I owe you
has got nothing to do
with Vic and me.
This face
is not the face
that my son's
going to wake up to.
Maybe you should
just sit down, Walter.
He's been quiet
for a while now.
He's getting ready
to make a big move.
So we need
to get inside.
And that's our way.
What would a deal look like?
Would look like
me running point
- and takin' 70%.
- 60-40.
Ain't nobody
Black or white dumb enough
to fuck with the Serbs.
They haven't done it
because they haven't
had the numbers.
You thought this shit
all the way through?
It's fucking CBI,
who I'm good with.
You all stay ready
in case I gotta call y'all up.
You stay close.
Fucker!
Sh... hold on, E.
You're the only one
who knows how to cook Dahlia.
What the fuck
do you mean?
Is there a problem, babe?
Our drums of Dahlia
were stolen.
We have no product.
I'm going to your father.
First time's
always the hardest,
even if they had it coming.
Never really thought
about what happens
after you kill someone.
Only two things need to happen.
You don't get caught,
and they don't get found.
So how many?
Don't matter.
Same two rules always apply.
Look, if you wanna go
all the way in this gang,
this shit come
with the territory.
And come on,
we gotta keep moving.
We racin' against the light.
- She was an orphan.
- Oh, good.
Then ain't nobody
gonna miss her.
You wanna say any last words?
I don't really know
what to say.
Say goodbye.
Goodbye.
Another senseless death
in the city
plagued by violence.
Another young Black man
taken too soon.
May Elijah Linden
rest eternally
in the arms of our angels.
Yea...
though I walk through
the valley
of the shadow of death,
You know that nigga wouldn't
be in this fucking box
right now
if it weren't for Tommy, right?
We all agreed
on the move, all of us.
Now show some respect.
Amen.
Amen.
Simon...
was a north side
White Sox fan,
crazy son of a bitch.
But he had a heart of gold.
May he be in heaven
a full half hour
before the devil
knows he's dead.
To Simon.
To Simon.
You okay?
Yeah, I'm fine, fine.
You've had that cough
for a minute now.
I know... you know,
as soon as the weather changes,
I'll be good as gold.
Jesus Christ, this is a good
turn out for Simon, isn't it?
I should go talk to him.
No, no, no, no.
Let me.
A son needs
his father's shoulder.
You were childhood friends
since you were
three years old...
...and he's lying
in that fuckin' box
because of the stupid fuckin'
decisions that you made.
He's not coming back from that.
So whatever you're into,
I hope you can.
You need to make
things right with him.
It's a two-way street.
If you're making
moves without him,
- he feels betrayed...
- I'm not making moves.
Okay, Vic.
Whatever you're doing is...
Hey, how 'bout I go in
on that little side hustle
- you tried to bring me in on?
- Too late.
The opportunity's long gone.
You were right.
Designer shit.
Came and went.
- I think he's sick.
- Bronchitis.
Every year, same shit.
You're overreacting.
Death comes for us all, huh?
But not yours, not today.
Hey...
...there's still hope
for your son.
Believe that.
You're not exactly
racking up allies.
It's cost of war.
Price of doing business.
No, fuck that.
We both buried on our side.
Who the fuck
you drop a rose for?
Why are you acting like
this the first time
you ever made a big play?
You need to back the fuck up.
Maybe you just
sat the fuck back,
inherited your
big brother's business
and acted like you
stacked chips.
Yo, that's the fuck enough.
No, this is
who the fuck we are!
We all went in there eyes open.
Maybe so,
but we've been talking.
Oh, that's some
funny shit right there,
'cause last time I checked,
we was all equal
on decisions or talking.
We don't have the appetite
for a long war with the Serbs.
We paid too high of a price.
They ain't here now!
We got product,
and now
we got they pipeline.
Look, we already voted,
so we gonna...
You know what?
I already know. Voted.
You bad for business.
A'ight?
Bad for the city.
So that's it?
That's it.
Tch. All right.
You know, I guess
honour amongst thieves
is short-lived, huh,
motherfucker?
To make you whole,
we'll buy the coke you got.
All of it.
A'ight.
Ten keys.
I want 38 apiece.
Get the fuck outta here.
Thirty.
Thirty-eight.
Deal.
Deal.
All right.
Deal.
Y'all like
the dynamic trio now?
- No.
- No, we're goin'
our separate ways.
We'll make arrangement
for the pickup.
Good, let's get this
the fuck over with.
It's not too late
to still make this work.
Too much heat
if we stay together.
Look, man,
you got a real shot
to be your own man on this one.
Not your old man.
Take it.
Trying.
Are we good no matter?
Long as your snow
don't blow south, we all good.
Got the city all cut up?
I thought I did.
Whatever mine stays mine.
Good luck moving your weight.
See you on the other side.
I'll be waitin'.
What'chu gonna do
with your half?
I'ma reinvest in Dahlia.
Something I should get down on?
You got a fresh
bullet hole in you
and you already talkin'
about making moves?
I ain't gonna
sit here licking my wounds
and miss an opportunity.
Don't fucking touch it.
If that shit get infected,
I ain't taking you
to the hospital
if the whole fuckin' arm
turn green.
At that point,
it'll probably just fall off
like some barbacoa.
Yeah.
Let's make this shit work.
You sure?
Ain't no guarantee return
on your investment.
Never is.
Dead money don't make money.
All right then.
Here, keep that.
Rainy day fund.
You invested.
So how're we
gonna move Dahlia
without people
finding out who we are?
We're gonna do locker drops.
Public lockers,
convention center,
people moving in and out,
easy to hide in plain sight.
It's a good system, central.
I been doin'
this shit forever.
Just feels kind of low rent.
Dahlia's fashionable.
We about selling drugs
or mu'fucking purses?
- This is high-end.
- You know who go
- to conventions?
- Who?
People with expense accounts
and money to burn.
Hedge fund guys, housewives,
and socialites just like you.
Point made.
The people I got in mind
for this distro
is gonna get texts.
We'll give 'em the time
and location for the invite.
How can you be sure
no one will try and fuck us?
You can't.
But anybody
that fuck with protocol,
that's a wrap.
One and done.
Ain't no second chances.
I've just got
one non-negotiable term.
Everything negotiable.
My family's distro
doesn't get near this.
I think Walter could handle
a little competition.
This stays off my father's
and my brother's radar.
Ain't gonna be
that way for long.
Long enough for it
to be my move.
All right, bet.
Until you wanna come out
into the light,
I'll run point.
Liliana could help.
- Who?
- Liliana... she good people.
She used to run for me.
She got worked over
by the Serbs.
She took a bullet
and she didn't break.
She never gave me up.
She had my back.
We need her.
My good friend
Reggie's already on board.
What the fuck is you
talking about already on board?
Don't nobody get to skip
to the front of the line.
We go way back.
I trust him.
Trust ain't even
in your vocabulary right now.
Oh, but you trust Liliana?
Yeah.
She different.
How is she different?
She ain't distro.
She on our side, a hun'ed.
Everyone else we invite
gotta start at step one.
Hi, Da.
On my way.
Our patients cannot be
disturbed during the dialysis.
Then they should have chosen
a better fucking dialysis
centre that's not a front.
Fuck you.
This is a legit business.
You've said that.
All you need to do
is produce a shipping manifest.
Do you think
I'm stupid enough
to bring something
illegal here?
Al Capone went away
for tax evasion, motherfucker.
That's a fascinating
little bit of information.
Get the fuck out my way.
Fuck.
Still waiting on
them documents, Mr. Flynn.
And I'm waiting
on due fucking notice.
But here you fucking are.
Time's running out.
You need to produce
the proper paperwork.
I fuckin' heard you!
Hello.
- Where have you been?
- Running errands.
It'll just be a minute.
Are you mad I wasn't here
or because you don't know
how to do what I do?
Both.
Okay, here's
the receipts and freight bill
for every pill and dropper
to come through these doors.
Would you like duplicates?
Matches up.
This time.
Good.
Now take it, file it,
and please... get the fuck out.
And if you wanna try
and build a case against me,
next time bring some
fuckin' evidence to the table.
We're all set here.
This today
is why you're not ready.
I've had the Feds here
and you are
nowhere to be found.
You say you wanna step up?
That-that-that's fucking great.
So step the fuck up.
I ain't gonna lie, bro.
It took you a little minute,
but you finally got
your head right.
Look, the only thing
that nigga Tommy ever brought
was bullshit.
Come on.
Tommy's also the one who opened
up the Serb's pipeline.
Whatever, and got E killed
in the process... come on.
We knew the risk.
We knew what was at stake.
Nah, look, look, come on,
big bro, listen to me.
I know you got a soft spot
for white boys, all right?
- Ah... I know.
- Okay, all right.
But now that we got
this shit on lock,
we gotta make a move, man.
We gotta make it quick.
Okay?
Now the Serbs are gone, but...
Mirkovic's gonna circle back.
- Bet.
- I'm talking about
with both hands out
and stuff.
Gun in one hand,
looking to get paid
in the other.
Mm-hmm. And shit,
we can't go at 'em again.
That play already been called.
That's what I say we do:
take 10% of everything
we make
and we put that shit
in the escrow account, nigga,
for them...
we don't touch it.
As a insurance.
Yup, you pretend that
money ain't even there, bro.
The shit gone.
It ain't ours.
That's all Serb cash for
whenever they come back.
So when Mirkovic pulls up,
we pay him his tax.
And we ain't got no problems.
See, now you thinkin'.
Come through, baby bro.
Come on, man,
I'm telling you, a'ight?
Look, me and you, D,
we got this, a'ight?
CBI is everything, bro.
We don't need nobody else.
Walter.
Walter!
What the fuck happened?
Fuck off.
What the fuck happened,
Walter?
I didn't eat fuck
all the day, then...
I don't know.
Head spins.
Lightheaded,
fell on my fuckin' arse.
Your head's bleeding.
Get me a fucking bandage.
You should see a doctor,
Walter... don't fuck around.
Fuck, it's a bit o' blood!
I ain't talkin'
about your head,
you stubborn prick.
You think you can
hide this from me?
I see everything.
You gotta let the kids know.
It ain't right to let them
go through this twice.
You shut the fuck up.
Everything that you
fuckin' see here
isn't fuckin' real.
What's cracking, bro?
Look, I got a job for you.
Speak.
It's about that nigga Tommy.
Who?
The white motherfucker
from the barber shop.
Oh, okay.
What you need?
I need you to take
this five for now.
A nickel?
Get the fuck
outta here, nigga.
Y'all ain't finna catch a body
for no less than a dime.
No, no, no.
No guns.
Not yet.
I just want you to watch
the motherfucker,
then report back...
that's it.
So you want me
to babysit this motherfucker?
For five thousand dollars,
you the highest paid babysitter
in Chicago, motherfucker.
You want the job or not?
I ain't got time
- for this shit for real.
- Hell yeah.
Fuck.
Just do what I said, man,
a'ight?
Gather the information,
report back.
If you can't do that,
just run me my shit.
Hey, all right,
all right, chill.
Look, I ain't say
I wasn't gonna do it,
but if you change your mind,
I'm gonna want that other five.
Hmm.
Yeah, I hear you.
- All right.
- All right.
You sure this is
the best place to launch?
Don't worry.
Being poor ain't contagious.
Don't be an asshole.
Be honest with me.
You ever take public
transportation in your life?
Like a bus or a train?
- No, no, cabs don't count.
- Wow.
Life musta looked
real nice from that backseat.
You know, I don't think
this will help my case,
but I did backpack
through Europe when I was 17.
Took the Eurorail every day.
That shit go that far?
I thought it only went
through the what's its name?
Disney World.
That's a monorail.
Jesus.
Well,
I ain't never been there.
Eh...
you'd like it.
The song "It's A Small World"
fucks with your brain
and stays with you forever.
Oh, literally
the worst song ever.
Hey, what's up
with the guy in the khakis?
You're describing
like 60% of the people.
No, the cargo pants.
Three o'clock.
Rent-A-Cop
flirting with the girl
by the north elevator.
Hang on, hang on.
Yeah, no,
he-he don't work here.
Turn back to the left.
What's up with old boy
that's at the nest?
He just grabbed
a cup of coffee.
He checking in or out?
In.
He's on his way to his post.
Cops are present...
but minimal.
Cameras avoidable.
Lockers are prime
and accessible.
You see that shit?
That's what I'm talking about.
Anybody could walk
through there,
connect, distro, or a drop.
Yeah.
Liliana can walk through there.
I can walk through there.
You?
You're the poster boy
for New York drug dealers.
The fuck you know about me?
Officers.
Got any good
crypto tips for us?
Early retirement
would be great.
You know, as bizarre
as it's gonna sound,
I like my cash
the old-fashioned way...
made of paper and under my bed.
Have a good day.
What am I
the poster boy of now?
I used to do some missions
in suits back in the day,
throw 'em off my scent.
I clean up real nice.
Okay.
You look fucking good.
And my partner back
in New York,
he used to rock
these custom cuts every day.
Well, I hope some of whatever
he had rubbed off on you.
Yeah. I hope
some of it did too.
So what do we know
about these Serbs?
Lotta talk.
No one wants to
claim the hits yet.
Soon as the smoke clears,
names'll start dropping.
Better names
than more bodies.
They ain't gonna be
mutually exclusive.
Yeah, I could do that.
Gimme a hour.
Oye.
Hey, you got any latkes
in that bag, Moishe?
It's the wrong time of year.
You know, I like the ones
with the little carrots
in them.
Oh no, no.
That's not a latke.
That's garbage.
Potato, onion... anything else
might as well be a frittata.
I assume that's for me?
Yep.
What is it?
Something from a new
friend you're gonna like.
An early Hanukkah present.
Oh, again,
shayne punim,
wrong time of the year.
Never the wrong time
for this, Moishe.
Okay.
Who the fuck
keeps blowing you up?
Reggie.
He wants a re-up.
No.
Ain't nobody getting shit
'til we get set up.
- Put him back.
- He can be a distro for us.
He move real weight?
No, but he has connections.
Then he's a customer.
- And these people you got?
- Hitters.
How do you know that?
Because this is what I do.
This is all I ever been about.
I can read people.
I know within like 15 seconds
of meeting somebody
if I'm gonna fuck
with them or not.
You knew that about me?
I knew it in 10.
Don't let that shit
go to your head.
But yeah.
Fuck Reggie.
He ain't getting shit.
Ghost him.
Oh, shit.
This gonna be fire.
Fuck me.
Are you kidding?
I know who you are.
What, are you
fucking traffic cops now too?
Oh, take it easy, Paulie.
This doesn't have
to be contentious.
Don't it?
You still got some runway.
You can play ball.
Make things easy on yourself.
Your lips keep movin',
but all I'm hearing
is fucking bullshit.
How long you gonna cover
for your brother-in-law?
You got nothing on him.
We got 26 years
of shit on you.
What makes you think
if Walter goes down,
he's not dragging you
with him?
That motherfucker floats.
You need a big fucking torpedo
to sink him.
And it ain't gonna be me.
Where the fuck
was your sister today?
How should I know?
What happened to your head?
Got fucked with
by a kitchen cabinet.
I need you to find out
what your sister's been doing.
Not my job.
So are we gonna do Sunday
dinner here or at Claud's?
What the fuck has dinner
got to do
with this conversation?
I need you to find out
what your sister
was up to today.
Dad, I'm bringing Gloria
to Sunday dinner.
Well, son,
I don't think
that's a great idea.
You see, Sunday dinners
are for family only,
always has been, always will.
She's not welcome.
She does not have a seat
at our table.
Let's make sure we have
an extra place set.
One, two, three.
Oh, okay.
Grab the plug, unplug it.
I got it.
- You got it?
- Got it.
How about the gas?
Yeah, no, the gas is off.
- Gas is off? All right.
- Gas is off.
All right, get behind.
Can you get behind?
Oh, yeah.
There we go.
That's it,
one more push.
Whoo.
Man.
Thanks for the assist.
- Yeah, no problem.
- You want a beer?
Uh, yeah, sure.
Here you go.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
Yo, JP.
- What up?
- This may not be
none of my business
so you could tell me
to fuck off, but...
how the fuck did you
get so far in over your head?
Look, the shit started slow.
Custody lawyers,
private investigators,
uh, the club,
medical for my old man.
That'll do it.
The hole just kept
getting deeper.
I couldn't dig myself out
fast enough.
Never made enough to keep up.
Now, you can tell me
to fuck off...
Fuck off.
But how you rolling
so deep?
Yo, come on, man.
I done told you
I was a businessman.
Fuck this.
I'm trying to have
a real moment with you.
We're having
a real moment.
No, you blowing rainbows
and sunshine up my ass.
Well, you can't have
one without the other.
What the fuck?
I'm trying to keep it
a buck, motherfucker.
The fuck are you into, Tommy?
Why are you asking a question
you know the answer to?
For some fucking peace
of mind bullshit?
No, I just been fed
so many lies with this family.
I just want
one goddamn truth.
Well, if I tell you,
is that gonna change anything?
No.
I'm a drug dealer.
How long?
My whole life.
Well, not my whole life.
I mean, I started out
slingin' pantyhose
and socks on the corner,
but I mean,
I always been a hustler.
You know, when things
got real tight,
- I used to move...
- Oh, no, fuck that,
fuck that, and fuck you
if you think
we're gonna get close on this.
Just 'cause you moved some weed
'cause you thought
it was cool...
Oh no, no.
It wasn't just weed.
Or whatever.
I don't give a fuck
if you was the Tony Montana
of the Midwest,
you ain't getting
near this shit.
You ain't getting near my shit.
Never.
I just need to catch
a motherfucking break, man.
Well, it ain't gonna be
with this.
You heard me?
I'll keep helping you out.
Honestly, I-I don't need
no more fuckin' charity.
I need to start
making some bread.
Shit, this Serb pipeline
like the Yellow Brick Road,
nigga.
We printing money.
It's flowing right now,
but we need to lock it down
before Mirkovic comes callin'.
Yeah, you know, we never
really got to get down
together like this.
This shit feel
full circle though.
I told you, bro,
me and you together,
unstoppable.
CBI gonna run this city.
How you know
I'd be able to pull it off?
I was only 18 when you went in.
I ain't know shit.
Didn't have no real skin
in the game... none.
I knew
you could hold it down.
How?
Why you ask so many
damn questions right now?
I don't know.
'Cause I ain't never
asked before, shit.
I'm just saying like I was
on my way to the Ivy league,
my nigga,
I'm talking about sweater vests
and all that fly shit.
Come on, man.
Get the fuck outta here.
You wasn't gonna go
full Carlton.
Nah, nah, you right.
I was gonna be decent though.
I don't know.
I guess what I'm trying
to say is, shit...
There was other niggas in CBI
who actually had seniority.
Coulda passed the torch to them.
Yeah, but none of 'em
had what you did.
What's that?
My blood.
Yeah.
Think we good.
Reggie's my friend, Tommy.
Yeah, when you got
a product this good,
you ain't got no friends,
only competition.
Okay, well, no offence,
Liliana, you're great,
but she has two feet in already
and I took your word for it.
She got skin in the game.
- I brought the connect.
- And we both dropping
six figures towards production.
If Reggie know you,
then he know me.
And that's a problem.
Trust me on that.
We all bringing
something to the party
so we could stay.
We don't want nothing...
We don't want nothin'
fucking it up.
Get a fuckin' burner.
Bring legit distro.
And now, let's go get
that fuckin' cook.
Fuck!
Hi, Doc.
Hey, bro, I don't want
that gig no more, fam.
Hey, what the fuck do you mean
you don't want the gig no more?
I mean you can keep
the cash and shit,
but I ain't doing it no more,
a'ight?
Find someone else
for the job or something.
Nah, hold up, nigga.
What the fuck got you so shook?
Find someone else for the job.
I can't go into details,
but I am putting distance
between me and my father.
I also told him
that you're coming to dinner
on Sunday night.
I'm listening.
I'm making my own moves.
I don't wanna lose any
more time with this bullshit.
Being with you again felt...
Absolutely right?
Yeah.
So what is next?
Whatever we want it to be.
Hey, you good?
You good?
Look at me, Gloria.
Look at me.
We're okay.
We're okay.
You're in my booth.
I don't see your name on it.
Look up.
- Impressive.
- Mm-hmm.
Could have been
the next Tyson.
No shit.
I mean, that's not
really a selling point.
Well, it was
a long time ago.
You know, it seems like
only yesterday
we saw him beat the shit
out of this Dago...
- Goodbye, Rick.
- Heck...
"My punches are just
as hard in Chicago
as in New York."
Sonny Liston.
Are you a fight fan?
Nope.
Just that fight.
What...
you just gonna stand there,
or do you wanna join me
in your booth?
Breakfast for dinner.
No, it's actually
breakfast for breakfast.
My day's just getting started.
So you a night owl?
Yeah.
You?
I've been having
trouble sleeping.
New mattress.
Mm-hmm.
You wanna... do you want a bite
or are you
just gonna eye-eat it?
My bad.
It's just that Rick stole
my grandma's potato recipe.
I didn't steal shit.
She gave it to me...
after I gave it to her.
Coulda been
your goddamn granddaddy.
I'm sorry about him.
Well, then you, uh, better not
go against your grandma.
Mmm.
Hmm.
- Mmm!
- Yeah?
Well?
- Well, Rick's is good...
- Mm-hmm?
...but Grandma holds the belt.
Yeah.
Mmm.
I'm Adrienne.
Diamond.
Nice to meet you, Adrienne.
It's nice to be met.
You going to cum for me?
Yeah.
Oh, yeah.
Give it to me, give it to me.
Yeah.
You, um,
really put in the work.
Well, to be honest,
it's been a minute,
and I wasn't sure
what I was gonna bring.
Come on.
Men always say that
when they think
they want us to feel special.
I mean, did you feel special?
I did.
Good.
I...
I gotta go meet someone.
Okay, cool.
It's work-related.
Look at all this shit
and them lucky things.
So is all this shit paid for?
Yeah, Mai owned it.
Outright?
Free and clear.
Got a lot of shit stacked here.
You got everything you need
to start cooking?
Uh, we'll need
some... supplies.
It's okay.
You ain't gotta be nervous.
You already produced,
and anything that you need,
we gonna get for you.
It's just that I didn't think
that this was going
to be an ongoing...
Opportunity.
Um, I'm not a drug dealer.
Well, good thing for you I am.
What the fuck?
Que pasa?
Soto's all the way in.
- Never had a doubt.
- Get everything we need?
Yeah.
All right.
You really think Claudia's
got the rhino skin for this?
Yeah, I do.
Ain't nobody ever gave
her a shot before.
She been waiting for this.
What about the cook?
Eh, she cool.
She still
in the fucking bathroom?
Yeah, she got
a little nervous.
Ay-ay-yi.
I mean, whatever
you got on her
shook her to the bones.
All right.
If Claudia don't have that...
We ain't there yet.
Go check on her.
You all right there, boy?
Someone tried
to take me out.
What the fuck?
What?
Is it one of them
Spooks at CBI?
I guarantee it was one
of those motherfuckers.
The shooter was white.
White as fuck.
If I had to put money
on it...
I'd say it was the Serbs.
Wait a minute, why the-
why the fuck
would the Serbs
try to take you out?
That fucking Tommy Egan.
That fucking cocksucker.
You make a move with him?
You fucking dumb
son of a bitch.
When are you gonna
get it through
your thick fucking skull?
Jesus fucking Christ,
between you and your sister,
all I do is run interference
twenty-four fucking seven.
Oh.
Hi.
Two nights in a row?
I must be doing
something right.
Hmm.
What you got in the bag?
Oh, we got pancakes,
waffles, bacon, French toast.
You know, breakfast for dinner.
Hmm, that sounds
like a lot of food.
Well, I got some extra.
How do you feel about
breakfast for breakfast?
Que paso, huh?
Where's my drugs, puta?
You thought I was some sort
of a westside piece of shit
whose-whose calls
you don't gotta return, huh?
- Been busy.
- Oh, yeah?
Yeah.
Figuring some shit out.
- Me too.
- Mm.
Huh?
We was familia.
Okay?
I'm going to miss you,
huh, hermanita.
Aah! Aah... aah...
You blinded me, puta.
Aah, you fucking blinded me.
Almost.
This is who we are.
And this is what we do.
You bunch of cunts.
You fucker...
...you tell Mirkovic he comes
after my boy and my family,
I'll burn this fucking city
to the ground
and I'll kill
every motherfuckin' cunt
that he's ever loved.
Second thought,
she can tell him.
- Pow!
- What!
Body!
Where you get this from?
Wrong question.
Right question.
You know you're
the only Flynn I fuck with.
You got that big
fucking Flynn name
but no distro.
You come to me with this,
you better hope
I'm your motherfucker.
It's finer than coke.
You think you can
break this shit down,
see what the fuck we got?
Damn!
Aah!
Where's Tommy Egan?
- Where's she at?
- Which doesn't quite
make us even after all
the bodies that have fallen.
Get down!
- Fuck.
- Fuck!
It went straight through.
It's clean.
God damn.
You're gonna be all right.
The money that I owe you
has got nothing to do
with Vic and me.
This face
is not the face
that my son's
going to wake up to.
Maybe you should
just sit down, Walter.
He's been quiet
for a while now.
He's getting ready
to make a big move.
So we need
to get inside.
And that's our way.
What would a deal look like?
Would look like
me running point
- and takin' 70%.
- 60-40.
Ain't nobody
Black or white dumb enough
to fuck with the Serbs.
They haven't done it
because they haven't
had the numbers.
You thought this shit
all the way through?
It's fucking CBI,
who I'm good with.
You all stay ready
in case I gotta call y'all up.
You stay close.
Fucker!
Sh... hold on, E.
You're the only one
who knows how to cook Dahlia.
What the fuck
do you mean?
Is there a problem, babe?
Our drums of Dahlia
were stolen.
We have no product.
I'm going to your father.
First time's
always the hardest,
even if they had it coming.
Never really thought
about what happens
after you kill someone.
Only two things need to happen.
You don't get caught,
and they don't get found.
So how many?
Don't matter.
Same two rules always apply.
Look, if you wanna go
all the way in this gang,
this shit come
with the territory.
And come on,
we gotta keep moving.
We racin' against the light.
- She was an orphan.
- Oh, good.
Then ain't nobody
gonna miss her.
You wanna say any last words?
I don't really know
what to say.
Say goodbye.
Goodbye.
Another senseless death
in the city
plagued by violence.
Another young Black man
taken too soon.
May Elijah Linden
rest eternally
in the arms of our angels.
Yea...
though I walk through
the valley
of the shadow of death,
You know that nigga wouldn't
be in this fucking box
right now
if it weren't for Tommy, right?
We all agreed
on the move, all of us.
Now show some respect.
Amen.
Amen.
Simon...
was a north side
White Sox fan,
crazy son of a bitch.
But he had a heart of gold.
May he be in heaven
a full half hour
before the devil
knows he's dead.
To Simon.
To Simon.
You okay?
Yeah, I'm fine, fine.
You've had that cough
for a minute now.
I know... you know,
as soon as the weather changes,
I'll be good as gold.
Jesus Christ, this is a good
turn out for Simon, isn't it?
I should go talk to him.
No, no, no, no.
Let me.
A son needs
his father's shoulder.
You were childhood friends
since you were
three years old...
...and he's lying
in that fuckin' box
because of the stupid fuckin'
decisions that you made.
He's not coming back from that.
So whatever you're into,
I hope you can.
You need to make
things right with him.
It's a two-way street.
If you're making
moves without him,
- he feels betrayed...
- I'm not making moves.
Okay, Vic.
Whatever you're doing is...
Hey, how 'bout I go in
on that little side hustle
- you tried to bring me in on?
- Too late.
The opportunity's long gone.
You were right.
Designer shit.
Came and went.
- I think he's sick.
- Bronchitis.
Every year, same shit.
You're overreacting.
Death comes for us all, huh?
But not yours, not today.
Hey...
...there's still hope
for your son.
Believe that.
You're not exactly
racking up allies.
It's cost of war.
Price of doing business.
No, fuck that.
We both buried on our side.
Who the fuck
you drop a rose for?
Why are you acting like
this the first time
you ever made a big play?
You need to back the fuck up.
Maybe you just
sat the fuck back,
inherited your
big brother's business
and acted like you
stacked chips.
Yo, that's the fuck enough.
No, this is
who the fuck we are!
We all went in there eyes open.
Maybe so,
but we've been talking.
Oh, that's some
funny shit right there,
'cause last time I checked,
we was all equal
on decisions or talking.
We don't have the appetite
for a long war with the Serbs.
We paid too high of a price.
They ain't here now!
We got product,
and now
we got they pipeline.
Look, we already voted,
so we gonna...
You know what?
I already know. Voted.
You bad for business.
A'ight?
Bad for the city.
So that's it?
That's it.
Tch. All right.
You know, I guess
honour amongst thieves
is short-lived, huh,
motherfucker?
To make you whole,
we'll buy the coke you got.
All of it.
A'ight.
Ten keys.
I want 38 apiece.
Get the fuck outta here.
Thirty.
Thirty-eight.
Deal.
Deal.
All right.
Deal.
Y'all like
the dynamic trio now?
- No.
- No, we're goin'
our separate ways.
We'll make arrangement
for the pickup.
Good, let's get this
the fuck over with.
It's not too late
to still make this work.
Too much heat
if we stay together.
Look, man,
you got a real shot
to be your own man on this one.
Not your old man.
Take it.
Trying.
Are we good no matter?
Long as your snow
don't blow south, we all good.
Got the city all cut up?
I thought I did.
Whatever mine stays mine.
Good luck moving your weight.
See you on the other side.
I'll be waitin'.
What'chu gonna do
with your half?
I'ma reinvest in Dahlia.
Something I should get down on?
You got a fresh
bullet hole in you
and you already talkin'
about making moves?
I ain't gonna
sit here licking my wounds
and miss an opportunity.
Don't fucking touch it.
If that shit get infected,
I ain't taking you
to the hospital
if the whole fuckin' arm
turn green.
At that point,
it'll probably just fall off
like some barbacoa.
Yeah.
Let's make this shit work.
You sure?
Ain't no guarantee return
on your investment.
Never is.
Dead money don't make money.
All right then.
Here, keep that.
Rainy day fund.
You invested.
So how're we
gonna move Dahlia
without people
finding out who we are?
We're gonna do locker drops.
Public lockers,
convention center,
people moving in and out,
easy to hide in plain sight.
It's a good system, central.
I been doin'
this shit forever.
Just feels kind of low rent.
Dahlia's fashionable.
We about selling drugs
or mu'fucking purses?
- This is high-end.
- You know who go
- to conventions?
- Who?
People with expense accounts
and money to burn.
Hedge fund guys, housewives,
and socialites just like you.
Point made.
The people I got in mind
for this distro
is gonna get texts.
We'll give 'em the time
and location for the invite.
How can you be sure
no one will try and fuck us?
You can't.
But anybody
that fuck with protocol,
that's a wrap.
One and done.
Ain't no second chances.
I've just got
one non-negotiable term.
Everything negotiable.
My family's distro
doesn't get near this.
I think Walter could handle
a little competition.
This stays off my father's
and my brother's radar.
Ain't gonna be
that way for long.
Long enough for it
to be my move.
All right, bet.
Until you wanna come out
into the light,
I'll run point.
Liliana could help.
- Who?
- Liliana... she good people.
She used to run for me.
She got worked over
by the Serbs.
She took a bullet
and she didn't break.
She never gave me up.
She had my back.
We need her.
My good friend
Reggie's already on board.
What the fuck is you
talking about already on board?
Don't nobody get to skip
to the front of the line.
We go way back.
I trust him.
Trust ain't even
in your vocabulary right now.
Oh, but you trust Liliana?
Yeah.
She different.
How is she different?
She ain't distro.
She on our side, a hun'ed.
Everyone else we invite
gotta start at step one.
Hi, Da.
On my way.
Our patients cannot be
disturbed during the dialysis.
Then they should have chosen
a better fucking dialysis
centre that's not a front.
Fuck you.
This is a legit business.
You've said that.
All you need to do
is produce a shipping manifest.
Do you think
I'm stupid enough
to bring something
illegal here?
Al Capone went away
for tax evasion, motherfucker.
That's a fascinating
little bit of information.
Get the fuck out my way.
Fuck.
Still waiting on
them documents, Mr. Flynn.
And I'm waiting
on due fucking notice.
But here you fucking are.
Time's running out.
You need to produce
the proper paperwork.
I fuckin' heard you!
Hello.
- Where have you been?
- Running errands.
It'll just be a minute.
Are you mad I wasn't here
or because you don't know
how to do what I do?
Both.
Okay, here's
the receipts and freight bill
for every pill and dropper
to come through these doors.
Would you like duplicates?
Matches up.
This time.
Good.
Now take it, file it,
and please... get the fuck out.
And if you wanna try
and build a case against me,
next time bring some
fuckin' evidence to the table.
We're all set here.
This today
is why you're not ready.
I've had the Feds here
and you are
nowhere to be found.
You say you wanna step up?
That-that-that's fucking great.
So step the fuck up.
I ain't gonna lie, bro.
It took you a little minute,
but you finally got
your head right.
Look, the only thing
that nigga Tommy ever brought
was bullshit.
Come on.
Tommy's also the one who opened
up the Serb's pipeline.
Whatever, and got E killed
in the process... come on.
We knew the risk.
We knew what was at stake.
Nah, look, look, come on,
big bro, listen to me.
I know you got a soft spot
for white boys, all right?
- Ah... I know.
- Okay, all right.
But now that we got
this shit on lock,
we gotta make a move, man.
We gotta make it quick.
Okay?
Now the Serbs are gone, but...
Mirkovic's gonna circle back.
- Bet.
- I'm talking about
with both hands out
and stuff.
Gun in one hand,
looking to get paid
in the other.
Mm-hmm. And shit,
we can't go at 'em again.
That play already been called.
That's what I say we do:
take 10% of everything
we make
and we put that shit
in the escrow account, nigga,
for them...
we don't touch it.
As a insurance.
Yup, you pretend that
money ain't even there, bro.
The shit gone.
It ain't ours.
That's all Serb cash for
whenever they come back.
So when Mirkovic pulls up,
we pay him his tax.
And we ain't got no problems.
See, now you thinkin'.
Come through, baby bro.
Come on, man,
I'm telling you, a'ight?
Look, me and you, D,
we got this, a'ight?
CBI is everything, bro.
We don't need nobody else.
Walter.
Walter!
What the fuck happened?
Fuck off.
What the fuck happened,
Walter?
I didn't eat fuck
all the day, then...
I don't know.
Head spins.
Lightheaded,
fell on my fuckin' arse.
Your head's bleeding.
Get me a fucking bandage.
You should see a doctor,
Walter... don't fuck around.
Fuck, it's a bit o' blood!
I ain't talkin'
about your head,
you stubborn prick.
You think you can
hide this from me?
I see everything.
You gotta let the kids know.
It ain't right to let them
go through this twice.
You shut the fuck up.
Everything that you
fuckin' see here
isn't fuckin' real.
What's cracking, bro?
Look, I got a job for you.
Speak.
It's about that nigga Tommy.
Who?
The white motherfucker
from the barber shop.
Oh, okay.
What you need?
I need you to take
this five for now.
A nickel?
Get the fuck
outta here, nigga.
Y'all ain't finna catch a body
for no less than a dime.
No, no, no.
No guns.
Not yet.
I just want you to watch
the motherfucker,
then report back...
that's it.
So you want me
to babysit this motherfucker?
For five thousand dollars,
you the highest paid babysitter
in Chicago, motherfucker.
You want the job or not?
I ain't got time
- for this shit for real.
- Hell yeah.
Fuck.
Just do what I said, man,
a'ight?
Gather the information,
report back.
If you can't do that,
just run me my shit.
Hey, all right,
all right, chill.
Look, I ain't say
I wasn't gonna do it,
but if you change your mind,
I'm gonna want that other five.
Hmm.
Yeah, I hear you.
- All right.
- All right.
You sure this is
the best place to launch?
Don't worry.
Being poor ain't contagious.
Don't be an asshole.
Be honest with me.
You ever take public
transportation in your life?
Like a bus or a train?
- No, no, cabs don't count.
- Wow.
Life musta looked
real nice from that backseat.
You know, I don't think
this will help my case,
but I did backpack
through Europe when I was 17.
Took the Eurorail every day.
That shit go that far?
I thought it only went
through the what's its name?
Disney World.
That's a monorail.
Jesus.
Well,
I ain't never been there.
Eh...
you'd like it.
The song "It's A Small World"
fucks with your brain
and stays with you forever.
Oh, literally
the worst song ever.
Hey, what's up
with the guy in the khakis?
You're describing
like 60% of the people.
No, the cargo pants.
Three o'clock.
Rent-A-Cop
flirting with the girl
by the north elevator.
Hang on, hang on.
Yeah, no,
he-he don't work here.
Turn back to the left.
What's up with old boy
that's at the nest?
He just grabbed
a cup of coffee.
He checking in or out?
In.
He's on his way to his post.
Cops are present...
but minimal.
Cameras avoidable.
Lockers are prime
and accessible.
You see that shit?
That's what I'm talking about.
Anybody could walk
through there,
connect, distro, or a drop.
Yeah.
Liliana can walk through there.
I can walk through there.
You?
You're the poster boy
for New York drug dealers.
The fuck you know about me?
Officers.
Got any good
crypto tips for us?
Early retirement
would be great.
You know, as bizarre
as it's gonna sound,
I like my cash
the old-fashioned way...
made of paper and under my bed.
Have a good day.
What am I
the poster boy of now?
I used to do some missions
in suits back in the day,
throw 'em off my scent.
I clean up real nice.
Okay.
You look fucking good.
And my partner back
in New York,
he used to rock
these custom cuts every day.
Well, I hope some of whatever
he had rubbed off on you.
Yeah. I hope
some of it did too.
So what do we know
about these Serbs?
Lotta talk.
No one wants to
claim the hits yet.
Soon as the smoke clears,
names'll start dropping.
Better names
than more bodies.
They ain't gonna be
mutually exclusive.
Yeah, I could do that.
Gimme a hour.
Oye.
Hey, you got any latkes
in that bag, Moishe?
It's the wrong time of year.
You know, I like the ones
with the little carrots
in them.
Oh no, no.
That's not a latke.
That's garbage.
Potato, onion... anything else
might as well be a frittata.
I assume that's for me?
Yep.
What is it?
Something from a new
friend you're gonna like.
An early Hanukkah present.
Oh, again,
shayne punim,
wrong time of the year.
Never the wrong time
for this, Moishe.
Okay.
Who the fuck
keeps blowing you up?
Reggie.
He wants a re-up.
No.
Ain't nobody getting shit
'til we get set up.
- Put him back.
- He can be a distro for us.
He move real weight?
No, but he has connections.
Then he's a customer.
- And these people you got?
- Hitters.
How do you know that?
Because this is what I do.
This is all I ever been about.
I can read people.
I know within like 15 seconds
of meeting somebody
if I'm gonna fuck
with them or not.
You knew that about me?
I knew it in 10.
Don't let that shit
go to your head.
But yeah.
Fuck Reggie.
He ain't getting shit.
Ghost him.
Oh, shit.
This gonna be fire.
Fuck me.
Are you kidding?
I know who you are.
What, are you
fucking traffic cops now too?
Oh, take it easy, Paulie.
This doesn't have
to be contentious.
Don't it?
You still got some runway.
You can play ball.
Make things easy on yourself.
Your lips keep movin',
but all I'm hearing
is fucking bullshit.
How long you gonna cover
for your brother-in-law?
You got nothing on him.
We got 26 years
of shit on you.
What makes you think
if Walter goes down,
he's not dragging you
with him?
That motherfucker floats.
You need a big fucking torpedo
to sink him.
And it ain't gonna be me.
Where the fuck
was your sister today?
How should I know?
What happened to your head?
Got fucked with
by a kitchen cabinet.
I need you to find out
what your sister's been doing.
Not my job.
So are we gonna do Sunday
dinner here or at Claud's?
What the fuck has dinner
got to do
with this conversation?
I need you to find out
what your sister
was up to today.
Dad, I'm bringing Gloria
to Sunday dinner.
Well, son,
I don't think
that's a great idea.
You see, Sunday dinners
are for family only,
always has been, always will.
She's not welcome.
She does not have a seat
at our table.
Let's make sure we have
an extra place set.
One, two, three.
Oh, okay.
Grab the plug, unplug it.
I got it.
- You got it?
- Got it.
How about the gas?
Yeah, no, the gas is off.
- Gas is off? All right.
- Gas is off.
All right, get behind.
Can you get behind?
Oh, yeah.
There we go.
That's it,
one more push.
Whoo.
Man.
Thanks for the assist.
- Yeah, no problem.
- You want a beer?
Uh, yeah, sure.
Here you go.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
Yo, JP.
- What up?
- This may not be
none of my business
so you could tell me
to fuck off, but...
how the fuck did you
get so far in over your head?
Look, the shit started slow.
Custody lawyers,
private investigators,
uh, the club,
medical for my old man.
That'll do it.
The hole just kept
getting deeper.
I couldn't dig myself out
fast enough.
Never made enough to keep up.
Now, you can tell me
to fuck off...
Fuck off.
But how you rolling
so deep?
Yo, come on, man.
I done told you
I was a businessman.
Fuck this.
I'm trying to have
a real moment with you.
We're having
a real moment.
No, you blowing rainbows
and sunshine up my ass.
Well, you can't have
one without the other.
What the fuck?
I'm trying to keep it
a buck, motherfucker.
The fuck are you into, Tommy?
Why are you asking a question
you know the answer to?
For some fucking peace
of mind bullshit?
No, I just been fed
so many lies with this family.
I just want
one goddamn truth.
Well, if I tell you,
is that gonna change anything?
No.
I'm a drug dealer.
How long?
My whole life.
Well, not my whole life.
I mean, I started out
slingin' pantyhose
and socks on the corner,
but I mean,
I always been a hustler.
You know, when things
got real tight,
- I used to move...
- Oh, no, fuck that,
fuck that, and fuck you
if you think
we're gonna get close on this.
Just 'cause you moved some weed
'cause you thought
it was cool...
Oh no, no.
It wasn't just weed.
Or whatever.
I don't give a fuck
if you was the Tony Montana
of the Midwest,
you ain't getting
near this shit.
You ain't getting near my shit.
Never.
I just need to catch
a motherfucking break, man.
Well, it ain't gonna be
with this.
You heard me?
I'll keep helping you out.
Honestly, I-I don't need
no more fuckin' charity.
I need to start
making some bread.
Shit, this Serb pipeline
like the Yellow Brick Road,
nigga.
We printing money.
It's flowing right now,
but we need to lock it down
before Mirkovic comes callin'.
Yeah, you know, we never
really got to get down
together like this.
This shit feel
full circle though.
I told you, bro,
me and you together,
unstoppable.
CBI gonna run this city.
How you know
I'd be able to pull it off?
I was only 18 when you went in.
I ain't know shit.
Didn't have no real skin
in the game... none.
I knew
you could hold it down.
How?
Why you ask so many
damn questions right now?
I don't know.
'Cause I ain't never
asked before, shit.
I'm just saying like I was
on my way to the Ivy league,
my nigga,
I'm talking about sweater vests
and all that fly shit.
Come on, man.
Get the fuck outta here.
You wasn't gonna go
full Carlton.
Nah, nah, you right.
I was gonna be decent though.
I don't know.
I guess what I'm trying
to say is, shit...
There was other niggas in CBI
who actually had seniority.
Coulda passed the torch to them.
Yeah, but none of 'em
had what you did.
What's that?
My blood.
Yeah.
Think we good.
Reggie's my friend, Tommy.
Yeah, when you got
a product this good,
you ain't got no friends,
only competition.
Okay, well, no offence,
Liliana, you're great,
but she has two feet in already
and I took your word for it.
She got skin in the game.
- I brought the connect.
- And we both dropping
six figures towards production.
If Reggie know you,
then he know me.
And that's a problem.
Trust me on that.
We all bringing
something to the party
so we could stay.
We don't want nothing...
We don't want nothin'
fucking it up.
Get a fuckin' burner.
Bring legit distro.
And now, let's go get
that fuckin' cook.
Fuck!
Hi, Doc.
Hey, bro, I don't want
that gig no more, fam.
Hey, what the fuck do you mean
you don't want the gig no more?
I mean you can keep
the cash and shit,
but I ain't doing it no more,
a'ight?
Find someone else
for the job or something.
Nah, hold up, nigga.
What the fuck got you so shook?
Find someone else for the job.
I can't go into details,
but I am putting distance
between me and my father.
I also told him
that you're coming to dinner
on Sunday night.
I'm listening.
I'm making my own moves.
I don't wanna lose any
more time with this bullshit.
Being with you again felt...
Absolutely right?
Yeah.
So what is next?
Whatever we want it to be.
Hey, you good?
You good?
Look at me, Gloria.
Look at me.
We're okay.
We're okay.
You're in my booth.
I don't see your name on it.
Look up.
- Impressive.
- Mm-hmm.
Could have been
the next Tyson.
No shit.
I mean, that's not
really a selling point.
Well, it was
a long time ago.
You know, it seems like
only yesterday
we saw him beat the shit
out of this Dago...
- Goodbye, Rick.
- Heck...
"My punches are just
as hard in Chicago
as in New York."
Sonny Liston.
Are you a fight fan?
Nope.
Just that fight.
What...
you just gonna stand there,
or do you wanna join me
in your booth?
Breakfast for dinner.
No, it's actually
breakfast for breakfast.
My day's just getting started.
So you a night owl?
Yeah.
You?
I've been having
trouble sleeping.
New mattress.
Mm-hmm.
You wanna... do you want a bite
or are you
just gonna eye-eat it?
My bad.
It's just that Rick stole
my grandma's potato recipe.
I didn't steal shit.
She gave it to me...
after I gave it to her.
Coulda been
your goddamn granddaddy.
I'm sorry about him.
Well, then you, uh, better not
go against your grandma.
Mmm.
Hmm.
- Mmm!
- Yeah?
Well?
- Well, Rick's is good...
- Mm-hmm?
...but Grandma holds the belt.
Yeah.
Mmm.
I'm Adrienne.
Diamond.
Nice to meet you, Adrienne.
It's nice to be met.
You going to cum for me?
Yeah.
Oh, yeah.
Give it to me, give it to me.
Yeah.
You, um,
really put in the work.
Well, to be honest,
it's been a minute,
and I wasn't sure
what I was gonna bring.
Come on.
Men always say that
when they think
they want us to feel special.
I mean, did you feel special?
I did.
Good.
I...
I gotta go meet someone.
Okay, cool.
It's work-related.
Look at all this shit
and them lucky things.
So is all this shit paid for?
Yeah, Mai owned it.
Outright?
Free and clear.
Got a lot of shit stacked here.
You got everything you need
to start cooking?
Uh, we'll need
some... supplies.
It's okay.
You ain't gotta be nervous.
You already produced,
and anything that you need,
we gonna get for you.
It's just that I didn't think
that this was going
to be an ongoing...
Opportunity.
Um, I'm not a drug dealer.
Well, good thing for you I am.
What the fuck?
Que pasa?
Soto's all the way in.
- Never had a doubt.
- Get everything we need?
Yeah.
All right.
You really think Claudia's
got the rhino skin for this?
Yeah, I do.
Ain't nobody ever gave
her a shot before.
She been waiting for this.
What about the cook?
Eh, she cool.
She still
in the fucking bathroom?
Yeah, she got
a little nervous.
Ay-ay-yi.
I mean, whatever
you got on her
shook her to the bones.
All right.
If Claudia don't have that...
We ain't there yet.
Go check on her.
You all right there, boy?
Someone tried
to take me out.
What the fuck?
What?
Is it one of them
Spooks at CBI?
I guarantee it was one
of those motherfuckers.
The shooter was white.
White as fuck.
If I had to put money
on it...
I'd say it was the Serbs.
Wait a minute, why the-
why the fuck
would the Serbs
try to take you out?
That fucking Tommy Egan.
That fucking cocksucker.
You make a move with him?
You fucking dumb
son of a bitch.
When are you gonna
get it through
your thick fucking skull?
Jesus fucking Christ,
between you and your sister,
all I do is run interference
twenty-four fucking seven.
Oh.
Hi.
Two nights in a row?
I must be doing
something right.
Hmm.
What you got in the bag?
Oh, we got pancakes,
waffles, bacon, French toast.
You know, breakfast for dinner.
Hmm, that sounds
like a lot of food.
Well, I got some extra.
How do you feel about
breakfast for breakfast?
Que paso, huh?
Where's my drugs, puta?
You thought I was some sort
of a westside piece of shit
whose-whose calls
you don't gotta return, huh?
- Been busy.
- Oh, yeah?
Yeah.
Figuring some shit out.
- Me too.
- Mm.
Huh?
We was familia.
Okay?
I'm going to miss you,
huh, hermanita.
Aah! Aah... aah...
You blinded me, puta.
Aah, you fucking blinded me.
Almost.
This is who we are.
And this is what we do.
You bunch of cunts.
You fucker...
...you tell Mirkovic he comes
after my boy and my family,
I'll burn this fucking city
to the ground
and I'll kill
every motherfuckin' cunt
that he's ever loved.
Second thought,
she can tell him.
- Pow!
- What!
Body!