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(suspenseful music) (animal chirping)
(yelling)
(moaning)
- Shit.
Hey.
Time for you to go.
I'm serious.
- Okay.
Okay baby. - I got shit to do.
- That shit is irrelevant.
It's none of your concern.
Yeah.
No, I'm gonna take care of it.
You know where to meet me at, though.
Same spot.
Yeah.
Alright, I'm gonna holler.
My brother, good morning.
- Yeah, it's morning.
Can't say that it's good, though.
What's up?
- You ready to go get this money, or what?
- You already know.
Every day of the week, my G.
And twice on Sundays.
What's good?
- I gotta go holler at a cop.
- Okay, a cop?
- That's what his badge says.
- Oh, what a way to start my day, bro.
Why do you do this?
(laughing)
- Wait 'til you see what's for brunch.
(sighing)
(steady instrumental music)
(splattering)
- So we have a deal then.
- You got the product?
- It's in a truck, about a mile up the road.
- And, there's the God's Eye.
- As much as I could get, mate.
That's what you wanted, right?
Could barely keep my hands on it.
(splattering)
- You always seem to manage, huh, Jack.
- [Jack] That's why they call me Happy Jack.
Keep people happy.
- Funny.
- [Jack] What is this?
I thought we were doing business here.
- That right, I never did trust your ass, Jack.
- Look around you, mate.
This is a drug deal, and last time I checked
I am a drug dealer.
So trust really isn't on the table now, is it?
- Happy Jack, shut the-- (splattering)
- Oh shit.
(gun firing)
- Don't move.
Jack, what are you doing?
- Pissing my pants, what does it look like?
What is it now?
- What was that?
They saw right through you, Jack.
- Bloody hell, man.
I don't know how to be an informant.
I was just doing as I was told.
- Yeah, well you don't have a choice.
And you're supposed to be getting me
closer to the God's Eye.
- Look mate, I worked those two.
It's hard enough to infiltrate an organization like that
without setting off some bells and whistles.
Those were high end clients,
and they want a better deal, and I offered that.
But I actually need the product to pull this off.
That bogus truck idea almost got me killed.
- Look, you lose your advantage and you bring the dope in,
and you're the only one here.
Dumb ass.
- Look at my face, Key.
I used to be pretty.
And since I got involved with you,
I've been kicked, punched, stabbed, and shot at.
Hanging with you is gonna get me killed.
- Or, you could take your ass to jail.
Your choice.
- Could I at least get some medical benefits, then?
- You can go home before I put my foot up your ass.
- That's not really a deal now, is it?
- Go.
- You need to work on your relationship skills, mate.
We are partners, wanker.
- Yo, shit escalated quick.
- Yeah, I appreciate you having my back out there, Z.
- No doubt.
Look, I already called the cleanup crew.
They're on their way down here.
Yo, you good?
- Yeah, yeah.
Look, I'll take care of all this mess.
You can hit the road.
- Cool, less paid work for me, babe.
- Hey I owe you one.
- No, you owe me more than one.
You're lucky I live for this shit.
- Right, right.
- Who was he?
Well if it isn't my favorite, whoa, whoa.
Who the hell is this guy?
Now, for real, who is this guy?
- He's with me, don't worry about it.
- You know I don't like dealing with people I don't know.
They make me nervous.
- I said he's with me, so relax.
- I don't like his face.
- You don't like his--
What you want, his phone number?
And his Zodiac sign?
What the fuck does it matter, anyway, huh?
You're doing business with me.
I'll text you the codes in a bit.
So what happened?
- Well.
Some of your guys tried to do a deal
with a different distributor.
Pushing something called God's Eye.
I don't know what it was.
- Who was it?
- I think it was them Column boys.
But I couldn't get too close 'cause DEA is all over it.
- DEA?
- DEA, yeah, how about that?
This thing's gone all the way upstate.
I don't know what they got, or what they pushing,
but the DEA told me to back off entirely.
I can't get nowhere close.
- I need you to find out what they know.
- I'll see what I can do.
- You got two days.
- Two days?
You do realize I'm a cop, right?
- Only on paper, Sanchez.
Only on paper.
- I still don't like him.
Still don't like him.
- Vets are stepping in,
and assisting on the God's Eye case.
- Assisting.
- Luke, I know how it sounds,
but you've gotta trust me on this.
If it's not that, then we have nothing on it.
- Sir, with all due respect,
I have busted my ass on this case and I'm close.
- I don't doubt it.
But someone down at the FBI
has picked this up on his radar
and is trying to make a name for himself.
Alright, if it's any consolation, though,
they've requested that you be on the joint task force.
- Task force.
- Yes, did--
Right on time, Agent Carson.
- Joe, what you doing over here, man?
- I'm the sucker that Lieutenant Carson spoke of.
Trying to make himself in the bureau.
- FBI, huh? (chuckling)
Look at you, with your fancy suit on, snazzy shoes.
- Well, somebody gotta get old sometime.
- I see you two know one another.
- Yeah. - Uh huh.
- Yeah, we did two tours together.
Rangers. - Yeah, that's right.
This guy saved my tail more times than I can count.
- Okay, what's the plan, Agent Carson?
- Well I put together a task force
to go after Son of Fear, AKA The Son of God.
- Yeah, Agent Key has already been fully briefed.
He knows all about Mr. Fear.
- Yeah, so what's this got to do with me?
- Well I read your intel.
It's good, but you still haven't even scratched the surface.
Brought something for you to read.
We'll talk as soon as you're fully up to speed.
Now, I got some particulars I need to go over
with Lieutenant Bowers.
But it's good to see you, brother.
- Good to see you, too.
Lieutenant.
- Agent.
- Now, about this task force.
- Yeah, we're gonna have to talk about that.
- You know the best thing about reading
these murder mysteries?
- What's that?
- Finding out who the killer is early on,
and then reading all the way through to the big payoff.
- Right.
- I'd like to say it's one of life's small victories.
Anyway, how's everything going?
- Oh man.
Got three bags I dropped off at the other shop,
I got this one right here I'm about to take in the back
for our girl to count up.
- Alright good.
Did you have any issues?
- No.
- Okay.
- Although they are still asking for it in the streets.
- Look, I told you.
We are not messing with Saul
and his little so-called cult.
They can keep that shit right over there.
- Got you.
Just thought you should know.
I mean, we doing good over here.
It's gonna be kinda hard to compete with that 100% pure.
Man, I ain't saying we gotta mess with Saul and Kwan now,
but we gotta keep an eye on how they moving.
Might be a problem with it later on.
- No.
This is what we gonna do.
We gonna keep on doing what we doing.
- Roger that.
- Anyway, how's things at the club?
- Got the new girls on deck, security is tight.
Bro, we ready to go.
- That's what's up.
'Cause this club is gonna bring us
a whole new higher clientele, mark my word.
- Alright, well I'm about to grab this bag, man,
and take it on back to the back,
so our girl can count it up.
- Alright, hey yo Ra, hold on.
Go get Esco or somebody.
I need a trim.
- Alright.
- Yeah, you see the early eagle gets the snake.
You like Henny for breakfast, huh?
- Hell yeah.
It just keeps me calm, man.
So I'm not about to kill no damn body.
- Yeah, well keep drinking.
You know Sun Tzu says the greatest victory
is that which requires no battle.
So hopefully we ain't gotta do none of that today.
But we might get our hands a little dirty.
- That's what I'm here for.
- And that's why you my dog.
Wanna take this ride?
- Let's get it. - Let's go.
- [Samantha] What a day.
I am exhausted.
- District Attorney Childs?
Welcome home.
(humming)
- [Samantha] Food smells good.
- Does it?
- Good job.
(smacking) (laughing)
- Have a seat.
- Mm mm mm.
Let's see what's going on with this.
Asparagus, so fancy.
So, you're not eating.
What is it?
- I've been assigned to a federal task force.
- That's good, right?
- Yeah.
- What is it you're not telling me?
- It's gonna require me to go away for a little bit.
- Okay, I can do that.
Hey, I knew what came with it when I was with you,
and I can accept that.
But,
can I at least know what it's about?
- It's better if you don't know, babe.
You know it is. (sighing)
- And the wedding?
- The wedding.
I'm gonna need a little bit of time to work things out.
- Time.
Yeah, well, okay.
It's not like I'm getting any younger, right?
- You need to slow down.
- No Luke.
Don't tell me to slow down, alright?
I'm just trying to process everything.
And it's a lot.
Look.
I know what's out there.
And I know what you have to do.
But the only thing I care about right now
is I need you to get back home as soon as possible,
so we can get away from all of this.
And have some babies.
- Some babies? - Mm hmm.
- Okay.
I will, okay?
- No I'm serious.
- I am serious. - No, I'm serious.
I'm not playing.
- I know, I know.
So can you bring all of that upstairs?
I'll be waiting.
- You'll be waiting, alright.
Since I got so much time.
(sighing)
(rhythmic tapping)
(light ethereal music)
- Tommy.
Tommy Tommy Tommy.
This feels like, what's the name of that word?
(snapping)
Deja vu.
I feel like I gotta keep repeating myself to you
over and over and over again, Tommy.
And I fucking hate that shit.
Haven't we done enough for you
and your dumb ass brother, Tommy?
- Please, please.
- Bagging cutters out of my own product.
(laughing)
This mother fucker begging please, please.
Bullshit. (smacking)
- No.
- Ain't no please, mother fucker.
It's only these.
Whose idea was this?
You, or your stupid ass brother?
- Please, he's already, he's dead.
He did not mean to cross you or Saul.
- Oh I know he's dead.
You know how I know?
'Cause I got ducks, Tommy.
I got the Duchess.
I got the DA.
You name it, I got it.
- Come on, that's enough.
He's done.
- This bitch mother fucker ain't done until I'm done.
Shit hurts like a mother fucker, don't it, Tommy?
You see back when I was in juvie,
the guards, the warden,
even the doctors said they had never
seen no shit like this before.
See the streets taught me a lesson at an early age.
So now let this be a lesson to anybody
who does business with God.
(gun firing)
(upbeat hip hop music)
I'm mother fucking mint.
(lighter clicking)
- Looks like you've had a long day.
(laughing)
- Now shouldn't you be somewhere
counting money or something?
- I do way much more than count money.
- Oh I know.
Aren't you supposed to be the left hand to God?
- I am whatever he needs me to be.
(laughing)
- Sounds convenient.
- Do you have a problem with that?
- With who you choose to lay down with?
No.
Not at all.
- You're not falling in love, are you?
Not the tough as nails gun for hire?
(chair screeching)
- Now why would I do a thing like that?
(door slamming) (breathing heavily)
Yeah.
You like that shit? - Yeah.
- Hm? - It feels so good.
- You like that shit? - Do it some more.
- Yeah.
(moaning and panting)
(laughing)
Ooh, shit.
(moaning)
- Yeah, oh yeah.
Oh fuck, fuck, yeah.
Oh. - Yeah, yeah.
- You know I gotta go.
- Yeah I know.
- Mm boy, quick.
Get it back started.
(sensual music)
(cell phone ringing)
- Yeah.
Alright, I'm on the way.
(light hip hop music)
(ominous music)
- Hey pretty girl.
What you doing out here all alone?
- Hey baby.
He was talking to you.
- No.
(choking)
(clapping)
- Impressive.
You know it's time to come back now, right?
- I'm not going back.
- Now now now.
Let's not make this difficult.
Now what are you gonna do with that?
Besides make me angry. (suspenseful music)
- I'm not doing it anymore, I can't.
- Oh you can, and you will.
You know why?
Because he said you will.
You know you've always been his favorite.
- Please.
- I love it when you beg.
(birds chirping)
- What I'm asking you is not gonna be easy.
Hell, it can be considered borderline suicide.
But no one, I mean no one can know what you're doing,
or your cover will be compromised.
Not even Bowers.
- What are you asking me to do, Joe?
- I need you to work from inside.
Figure a way to get close to Saul, and bring him to me.
- I have a fiance, Joe.
She's special to me.
- I know, I know.
She works for the District Attorney's office, right?
- Yeah.
- Look, I'll make sure that she's protected from here, okay?
But I need you fully engaged,
and focused on the mission at hand.
Now he will seduce you.
Get into your head and make you believe things.
- I'll get it done.
- Oh I know you will.
A lot of people are counting on you.
Here.
It's only one number, straight to me.
It's a secured line.
Now I try not to use it,
but I need you to contact me.
We'll talk and we'll talk on your terms
and your terms alone.
- Got it.
- Everything's all laid out.
Cover, contract, et cetera.
You're a distributor from Bama.
Looking to do business with the Son of God.
- Okay.
- Good luck, Luke.
Be safe.
- Are you still not sleeping, Axel?
- No.
- Can you tell me about it?
What's going on?
- Tell you about what?
I just can't sleep.
- Why not?
- Hell, I don't know, doc.
That's why I'm here to see you.
When I close my eyes, I see things.
- [Therapist] What things?
- Stuff.
Stuff that I've done and stuff that's happening.
I don't know what any of it means.
- Does the drinking help?
- Is there a problem with me drinking?
- No.
Not unless it becomes excessive.
- What do you consider excessive?
- I think you know the answer to that, detective.
(laughing)
- Yeah.
- Do you like being a cop, detective?
You can answer truthfully.
- Doc, look.
I've seen some things,
and I've done some things
that would probably make you question
the type of man that I am.
But I became a cop to make a difference.
And I know that sounds cliche,
but for me, that's what allows me
to go out there and do what I do every day.
Look, I've seen the type of bullshit that goes on
out there in this world.
I see the bad cops that's killing innocent people,
people like me.
So I figured I could do more from the inside
than I could ever do out there.
- More?
- Oh.
Like I said, doc, I'm just trying to make a difference.
- I'm gonna call in a prescription for you.
Help you with your not sleeping.
- Well, what's that?
- It's just gonna be a little something
to take the edge off.
- No, you can keep that bullshit, doc.
I don't do medicine.
Look, just do me a favor.
Let the higher-ups know that I'm fine.
- Have a good day, detective.
- Later.
(sighing)
(ominous music)
- He likes you.
- No.
- I see.
Smell nice.
- Thank you.
- Come with me.
I'm going to show you something.
- Okay.
Leah?
Leah, Leah?
What happened?
- This one tried to get away from me, from us.
Kwan returned her to me.
- Did Kwan hit her?
- Although I don't approve of his methods,
they are quite effective, yes?
Discipline is must for her to prosper.
Clean her up.
You can let her rest and recover.
We will continue our conversation later.
- You'll be okay.
- So the supplier we waiting on
is coming in from Bama.
I had some people check him out.
Seems pretty legit.
He's the only supplier out there,
and he's looking to get into the God's Eye business.
- Oh yeah?
- Yo what's good, man?
You've been kinda off today.
- I'm good, bro.
- You sure?
You know you can speak to me about anything, right?
We boys.
- Look man, why y'all got me on this nickel and dime shit?
I mean, you know I got in the business to make real moves,
real money.
All y'all got me doing is strong-arming here and there.
- You don't like what we do, man?
- I ain't trying to move like this.
- Look, we got you.
It's just, you know,
we gotta test the waters a little bit,
make sure you in for the long haul.
- God damn, man, how long this gonna take?
I ain't proven myself yet?
- I mean, I think so, but Saul ain't sure yet.
You can understand that, right?
Matter of fact, this will be your last test right here.
That's him right there.
I'm want you on him like white on mother fucking rice.
- Alright.
(door slamming)
- There he is, my man.
Luke Cage.
My bad, man, I couldn't resist.
- No, you good, bro.
- Luke, this is Axe, my numero uno.
Axe, this is Luke.
- Gamble.
- Luke mother fucking Gamble.
Strong ass name, bro.
Sounds like some superhero shit.
- [Luke] Yeah, I appreciate it, bro.
- Well Axe here is your point of contact,
you know what I'm saying?
- [Luke] Yeah bro. - Hopefully,
we could establish a nice little business partnership.
You know what I'm saying?
- Yeah, yeah.
Sounds good to me.
- Nice to meet you, bro.
- Likewise.
- So that first shipment we gave you was a test run.
How'd that run for you out there?
- Shit, man, they're eating it up down there.
You know what I mean?
That's something new.
Got it off in like three days, if that.
But look, I got something for you in the car.
- Something for me? - Yeah.
- I like this brother already.
- [Luke] Let's check it out.
- Oh yeah.
I can get used to this.
- So you got that off pretty easy, huh?
- Yeah. - In Bama?
I didn't know they was even moving like that in Bama.
- Well you know money is money.
I'm just trying to get mine.
- What you supplying?
- Whatever.
Coke, heron, weapons, the God's Eye.
Whatever's needed.
- Well look, we gonna celebrate.
But I got some shit I gotta handle first.
So Axe, show Luke around a little bit,
and I'll link up with y'all later.
Nice doing business with you.
- So you shoot?
- Of course.
- I got a spot around the corner, man,
where we can go bust a few out.
- Alright, bet.
- Head that way.
(steady hip hop music)
(guns firing)
- It's okay.
Why did you try to leave?
I know why you left.
But he takes care of you.
Please, you can trust me.
- You asked me why I left.
- Yeah.
- Why do you stay?
Are you free?
- Yes.
- Then why stay?
- 17-five, 17-five.
Hell yeah, 17-five, killing it.
Killing it, ooh, come on.
Yeah.
What the hell took you so long, man?
- Don't even think about it. (upbeat electronic music)
Put your hands behind your head,
get down on your knees.
- Bro, how have you been?
(grunting and yelling)
- Come on, bro, man.
Hey hey hey.
What's going on, man?
Whoa. - Got you.
(coughing)
- Man.
Oh shit.
- Do I have to say freeze?
- How is our new disciple?
- Producing.
- Good.
- I'm gonna keep my eye on him though.
See how he can benefit us in the long run.
But he seems hungry, and ready for more.
- In due time.
- Right.
What about Axe?
- What about him?
- So he could get more involved.
- What do you really know about him?
- Ex-military, got kicked out for something or else,
did some time, moved around from state to state,
came back home.
Good brother.
Not afraid to get his hands dirty, and more.
- Not afraid to get his hands dirty, huh?
- He's put in some work for us.
Matter of fact, a lot of work.
- I know.
I don't trust him.
- Axe.
- Yes.
- What's the issue?
You're bigger than that, brother.
- I know enough.
He's dark.
His soul doesn't speak to me.
He's a troubled man.
- Well in this business, who isn't?
- Thanks for bringing Leah back, huh?
- No problem.
As a matter of fact,
I'm gonna meet with Luke a little later.
Get some face to face time with him.
Check him a little bit.
- Good, and the God's Eye.
- I'll check on that in a little bit.
But after the adjustments we've made,
we should be good to go.
- Yeah yeah, keep me posted, huh?
- Lieutenant.
- What we got here?
- A couple of kilos.
- God's Eye?
- No.
My guess is that these guys are going to the highest bidder.
- Yeah, see what you can get out of 'em.
Should lead to something.
Can't throw a rock in this state
without hitting either Saul or Sweets.
- I'll see what I can do.
- Lieutenant. (steady hip hop music)
- What the hell y'all looking at?
- Yo where you said you from again?
- Huntsville.
- Brother, shooting like that?
- Yeah, bro, it ain't the country anymore.
- I see.
Hey, you know they say you can tell a lot
about a man by the way he shoots.
I'm gonna tell you something, bro.
I've been around a lot of these cats, man,
and none of 'em shoot like you.
- So what you see?
- I see either ex-military, or you're a cop.
I don't know which one it is. (laughing)
Either, one of the two, that's all that I'm saying.
I don't know which one it is, but look.
- Ex-military.
- Yeah, I could see that, yeah.
I kinda figured.
I knew it was one of 'em.
- Yeah, you?
- Yeah man, I was a ranger.
- Ranger. - Yeah, back in the day.
- Me too, bro.
- No shit. - Yeah.
The difference between being a coward a hero?
It's not whether you're scared--
- It's what you do while you're scared.
- Rangers lead the way, bro.
- I'll be damned. - Yeah.
- Look, I can drink to that.
Hey, you want two more?
- Let's do it. - Alright.
(knocking on door)
- Yes?
- I'm looking for Jenny.
- And you are?
- She's my realtor.
Miss Jenny.
I appreciate you for seeing me on such late notice.
Couldn't wait.
- Well you're on the clock,
so what can I do for you?
- Well, two things.
I need two properties.
One, big, open, elegant, show room looking.
- Okay, and the other?
- And the other.
A little less inconspicuous.
- I see.
Is this request for Saul?
- Why does that matter?
- Depends.
(upbeat hip hop music)
I'll put something together for you.
- What happened to the lawyer guy?
- He got upgraded.
- You two are really something.
- You should join us.
- Business first.
(sensual hip hop music)
- Oh shit.
Mother fucking dire wolves is in the building, huh?
Welcome, my Gs.
Luke, King, come sit next to the God.
You enjoying this atmosphere?
- Yeah bro, this is real nice.
- That's what's up.
- Yeah.
- My man Axe taking care of you?
- Yeah man, Axe 100 bro.
- What's up.
I got red with me.
Blow.
Loud.
X.
Women.
Whatever.
It don't matter.
It's all on me tonight. (cell phone ringing)
- Well shit.
I'll start with a couple shots then.
- [Saul] Say no more. (snapping)
- Hey, what's up?
- Hey.
I'm sorry for calling.
- Is everything okay?
- I just really need to hear your voice.
- Alright.
- That's why they think we're so much.
It's not about the high, the addiction.
It's the experience. - Yeah.
Why you keep that shit as pretty as you do?
Your distributor.
- Well that's the secret.
You see we don't sell to just anybody.
So if you're gonna fuck with us,
you've gotta understand the product.
- Right, right.
- Ain't no stepping on shit as pure as this.
That won't be tolerated.
Look at it like this.
Let's say I give you a car, right?
Like that Challenger you've got.
And I give it to you, I souped up the heat,
some 24s, TVs, top of the line sound system, the works.
What else you gonna get in there?
- Shit, nothing.
- Exactly.
So that's why we pick and choose who we sell to.
- To control the market.
- Well.
Everything's on me tonight.
Enjoy yourself.
And I mean everything.
(light ominous music)
- Hey man. - What's up, dog?
- What the?
- What's your name? - Xander, man.
- Alright, I got you some stuff.
- Hey, get your little ass off from out of here.
- What's up, man, who is you, man?
What up?
Fuck?
- If I catch you down here selling to kids again,
I'm gonna do more than whoop your ass, you hear me?
Do you hear me?
- Yeah yeah yeah, I hear you.
Shit.
Fuck.
- You can not be tired already.
- Shut up.
We just ran five miles.
- And we got five more to go.
- Don't you gotta go to work or something?
- Now normally I would come back
with something clever to say,
but since you've been quiet all morning,
and now you don't wanna run,
I know there's something wrong.
Let's talk about it.
- There's nothing to talk about.
- So you think I don't know
when something's wrong with my baby sister?
Exactly.
What's up?
- It's just,
well I'm pretty sure you heard it already.
- About Luke?
- Yeah.
- Yeah I did.
I know they got him working on something big.
And it's gonna require you support him and trust him.
- I know, I know.
But I just need him to move away from that
and behind a desk.
See these assignments just keep getting
more and more dangerous.
And as soon as he get close,
something like this happens.
- Luke can take care of himself.
Not everybody can do what we do, Sam.
- True, true.
Look, could you at least do me a favor?
- What is it? (gentle music)
- Could you just keep an eye on him,
if you hear anything?
- Yeah I could do that.
- Thanks.
- Let's go, it's not my fault.
- Detective.
- Don't call me that.
- Damn, Axe, relax.
Everything's fine.
- I just don't understand why we have to meet like this.
- You know the drill.
We can't do this shit over the phone.
I need my eyes locked on you to make sure everything's okay.
- Everything's fine.
- That's not what the doctor says.
- Do you want me to do my job, or what?
- Yeah.
So what's going on?
- Kwan.
Everything goes through him.
Nothing reaches Saul.
I've only seen him once,
and I can't put him and the money
or him and the drugs together, ever at the same time.
- Well that's not gonna be enough.
- I know, I'm working on it.
- What about the girl?
- What girl?
- Tatiana.
- I don't know, I don't know.
- What do you mean you don't know?
From your reports, she's Saul's girl.
Didn't I tell you to get close to her?
- I'm working on it.
- Look kid, you need to move faster.
The feds are breathing down my neck
about pulling my operative, you, out.
- That would be a mistake.
- Yes it would.
This is more than just a Georgia drug dealer.
I'm about to be hung out to dry,
and be forced to have you pulled out.
- Luke King.
- Who the hell is that?
- He's a new buyer.
I need you to see what you can get on him.
Bama boy.
Retired military.
- I don't need new buyers.
I need Saul, Kwan, Tatiana, in that order.
And this God's Eye bullshit off the streets.
Can you handle that, detective?
Detective. - I can handle it.
- Good.
(cell phone ringing)
- District Attorney, Samantha Childs.
Sure.
Oh no no no no no.
Not a problem at all.
I can get that right to you, yeah.
Oh, okay, well I'll see you soon.
Rob, hey. - Hey.
- So what can I do for you?
- The boss wants to see us in his office
in about five minutes.
- Alright, okay.
- Are you alright?
- Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah, I'm fine.
I just got some other stuff going on.
But do you know what this is about?
- He wouldn't say.
- Okay, well I guess I'll see you then.
- Alright.
- Samantha, thank you for joining us.
Sorry about such short notice.
- Not a problem.
What's going on, Carl?
- Well, this is FBI Agent Joe Carson.
And we'll be working with him on the Son of God case.
- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you as well.
- Now we'll be leading the prosecution team,
while Agent Carson be heading up a task force,
in charge of finding information for us to build this case.
- I'm looking forward to working with you,
to help see this through.
- Likewise, Agent Carson.
- Now, Samantha will be running point on this,
along with myself.
Our goal is to bring down
the most notorious drug dealer
the state has ever seen.
- Now that we have the new intel that we need
to move forward with this case.
- That's why you're here, Samantha.
I want this to take priority
over all other cases.
- Yes sir, that shouldn't be a problem at all.
- Well good.
So let's get to working then.
- Good deal.
(knocking on door)
- What the hell are you doing here?
- I needed to see you.
- No you didn't.
You know you're not supposed to be out here like this.
Were you followed?
- No.
- How do you know, are you sure?
Stop it, what do you want?
- I needed to see you.
- T, stop it.
Are you high?
(laughing)
- Just a little. (knocking on door)
What, shit?
Damn. - Hold on.
(shushing)
Be quiet.
- No, Axe, what are you-- (shushing)
(steady music)
- Peace, killer.
We're about to go and light some shit up, huh?
- Just haven't been getting no sleep
these last few days.
- Nah, that shit is overrated.
We'll get plenty of sleep once we die.
- That's what they say.
So what brings you to this side of town?
- Business, of course.
I got some pressing business I need you to take care of.
- What business?
You looking for something?
- You know, after all this time we've known each other,
this is my first time in your crib.
Just checking out your feng shui.
(speaking in foreign language)
- Smooth, real smooth, brother.
I bet you get a lot of pussy
running in and out of this mother fucker, huh?
- I do my thing.
But now that the tour is over,
can we get back to business?
- Business.
Julian Sweets Douglas.
What do you know about him?
- Talking about Sweets over in Decatur, right?
- The only one that we don't have pushing for us.
Saul wants us to change that.
- Make it happen.
- It's not that easy.
He's almost as untouchable as Saul is.
- Kill him.
- To win 100 victories and 100 battles,
it's not the acme of skill.
To subdue your enemy without fighting,
now that is the acme of skill.
I'll holler at you later.
- Come on, come on.
You need to go.
You need to go, come on.
Get out of here.
- When can I see you?
- I don't know, I don't know,
but you need to get out of here, let's go.
- My purse.
Thank you. - Let's go.
(sighing)
- You know what?
Push me.
(sighing)
(steady hip hop beat)
(people chattering)
- Well well well.
Big Kwan.
What brings you down here to the slums, big man?
- Man, you call this the slums?
Yeah, alright.
Figured I'd come through the west side
and check out my homie Sweets.
- Okay.
You know the door is always open.
- Open doors lead to open opportunities.
- You are correct, you are correct.
Would you like a drink?
- Please.
- Have a seat.
- Let me start off by saying,
I appreciate you taking the time our to see me.
- Door's always open for you, Kwan.
You know we go way back.
Way before you started running with that crazy ass Saul.
But, you remember how we used to get down though, right?
Women, shoot outs.
You remember, right?
- Right, right.
Speaking of which,
you know how I get down, Sweets.
I come with a number.
- A number.
I'm listening.
- 75.
- 75, huh.
Well, that actually sounds a little bit better
than what you came with before.
- So you should know that nobody else is getting
anything close to that.
- So all of that for me?
- We see how you get down, Sweets.
We want you in the mix.
Think of it more as a partnership.
- Partnership.
75% sounds like it's more than a partnership.
Sounds like you trying to buy my loyalty, Kwan.
- We want the God's Eye in every stream possible.
- Here we go.
The purest dope known to man.
The God's Eye.
Tell me something man.
What kind of crack head calls himself the Son of God,
and actually have people believe in him?
(steady suspenseful music)
I mean, damn, we had some crazy times.
- Abso-fucking-lutely.
- Tell me something else.
What makes you think I need your God's Eye, Kwan?
I mean, I got my own thing going on.
- I'm aware.
- You came down here for?
- Business.
- Word.
You want it like this now, Sweets?
(clapping)
- [Sweets] Hey.
They get a little jumpy.
- For your time.
- My time.
- [Kwan] Yeah. (steady music)
Think about it.
- You know what?
I've thought about it, and I'm good.
So Saul and his little bullshit following,
they can stay in his business.
I'm damn sure gonna stay in mine.
- Alright, no problem.
Thanks for the drink.
We out.
- Hey, wait man.
I ain't come down here to be no gunman.
I get things.
I'm the middle man.
- And you okay with being the middle man.
- Shit yeah, it keeps me out of shit,
and money in my pocket.
- Look, you know how the gang go.
He has to know he can trust you
before he start making real moves with you, man.
Look, you check out, but you're new.
- Look man, I'm not fit to be doing this whole
song and dance with y'all.
So what's the move?
- Patience.
You're tripping, man.
(engine revving)
(cell phone ringing)
- Hey baby.
I miss you.
- Hey.
I miss you.
- Are you coming home any time soon?
- Yes, very soon.
- Good, because I need you.
I want you.
- And what do you want me to do?
- Everything.
(steady hip hop music)
- Very soon.
- Are you okay?
Baby.
- Yeah, yeah, I'm okay.
I gotta go.
I'll see you soon, baby.
- Okay.
- Bye.
(gun cocking)
(gun firing)
- 7:07 a.m.
That is a great number.
- What are you doing?
- Oh I never sleep.
I came here to drop something off
in the safe for Saul.
I was on my way out, and I saw you pulling up.
- Okay, don't you have some work to do?
- Something like that.
The question is, where were you last night?
- Minding my own business.
- You know, I figured you would say something like that.
But if the eyes don't lie, and they usually don't,
I could've swore I saw you come out of Axe's crib.
Now, on occasion, eyes could play tricks on you.
But this video, mm mm mm mm mm.
- And, so?
- Now I normally don't meddle in other people's business,
especially with shit like this,
but in this case, I figured you should know that I know.
- What do you want, Kwan?
- Absolutely nothing, at the moment.
But what I do want is for you to be safe, Tatiana.
There's some dangerous men out here.
- I can take care of myself.
- I'm counting on that. (steady hip hop music)
When Saul wakes up, tell him to check his safe.
Oh and by the way, good morning.
(chuckling)
- Party was off the chain.
Baby, hold on, hold on, hold on, come here.
You think you're ready for all that?
- Of course I am.
- About to get all of it, too.
Going in the car.
- Easy, Sweets. (suspenseful music)
We got a message for you.
(gun firing)
- You look like shit.
- What did you find out?
- Well, what I think is a waste of time
putting resources on this.
- Noted, got it.
- Your boy checks out.
Bama boy, military, articled out on chapter 15
for striking a superior officer.
Can you tell me why we're focusing on a nobody?
- A nobody.
This nobody's getting closer to Saul.
And he's slowing building distribution
of the God's Eye down in Bama.
Look, Saul hasn't moved outside of Georgia until now,
so therefor, this nobody could be beneficial to us.
- Holy shit, I stand corrected.
I suppose you are doing some club work.
- Any word from the higher ups?
- Look, I'm working on it,
but surprisingly, it's quiet.
- [Axel] What's that mean?
- It means you continue to work.
That's what that means.
And I'll focus on what's going on out there.
By the way, don't you have an appointment to go to?
- About that.
I just don't think I need to see a shrink anymore.
- Look detective, I don't care what you think.
There's protocol for all the deep cover operatives.
It assured me that you're not losing yourself to this job.
- Losing myself?
- [Charlie] And that's an order.
- So why are you pulling rank, Charlie?
- Well, still young enough to kick your ass.
- And you're old enough to die while you try.
- Screw you.
See you, kid.
- Alright old man.
- What's good, killer?
- Another day, another dollar.
- True that.
- So what's this, a meeting of the minds, or something?
- Nah, it's the last step to get you in the fam, yo.
Don't worry about him.
He's only here for moral support.
- So what you need?
- We got a bit of a problem.
- Problem? - Yeah.
Somebody tried to make a move on Sweets last night
after we left.
So naturally, the finger points back to us.
- What's that got to do with me?
- I like that.
You ain't asked whether we did it or not.
- Not my business.
- Exactly, but I'm gonna tell you what is though.
It's go time, my G.
I mean, you got potential and everything.
But I ain't never seen you put in the work
or get your hands dirty.
You strapped?
- Always.
- Alright, good.
But you ain't gonna need it, though.
You see that brother over there?
He's always ready to put in some work.
But see, even though you got potential,
that puts me in a bit of a bind.
Saul said he only got room for one more,
so naturally, that leaves me to make a decision
on who that's gonna be.
- So what's this, some sort of audition or some shit?
(grunting) (steady hip hop beat)
- Yo, I told you that brother had that shit.
Did you see that shit?
That's what the fuck I'm talking about.
Yo, I like that shit, I like that.
Hey yo, hold up man, hold up.
- You got me out here for this bullshit.
You try me again, it's gonna be me and you, big man.
- Right, right.
Hey yo, listen.
I got a tip on who put that hit out on Sweets.
So in order to show that we had nothing to do with it,
we gotta prove it.
So I need you to handle that.
- What's this?
- For your time, of course.
Respect.
Pick his ass up, put him in the truck.
- You look tired.
- Long night.
- Hopefully an exciting one.
- What do you have for me?
- I'll take care of both your requests.
I have a space set up outside the city, out in Conyers.
It's very quaint, inconspic-utive.
You'll like it.
- Okay.
Well I'll get someone to contact you
to take possession of it,
and just know that it's been you and me.
- No problem.
Name?
- His name is Mr. Gray,
and his associate Goose.
They all take possession of the location,
and also remember that this is for me, not Saul.
- As long as you continue to pay me,
I don't care who they work for.
- Perfect.
Then we have an understanding.
- That we do.
I'll contact you about the open space.
I should have something lined up for you soon.
- Good.
Saul will be pleased.
- I'm sure he will be.
Good day, Tatiana.
- Thank you, Jenny.
Everything will be setup when you arrive
for you and your brother.
Yeah, no rush.
Thank you, you both.
Highly recommended.
See you soon.
- Tell me about your father.
- What about him?
- I want to know about your father.
What was he like?
- He was tough, disciplined.
Hardcore.
- What kind of discipline?
- Whatever it took.
He just wanted me to be strong
and able to stand on my own, too.
- And you always felt the need to prove to him
that you were good enough.
- Of course.
And when he died, everything stopped.
- Nothing left to prove.
- Only to myself.
- What are you thinking?
- Saul Nafir.
We can't even get our eyes on him.
Why is that?
- He stays in the shadows.
But once we draw him out, he's ours.
- [Samantha] The de-cover up.
- That's a start.
- Can we get access to operatives?
- Negative.
I'd try to get that open to us,
but quite frankly, that's too dangerous.
- Look, at what point do we get access to the intel, Carl?
We need something to go off of.
- I'll start working on that, yeah.
(balls clacking)
- Hell, what happened, man?
- Ain't shit I can't handle.
- Man, you don't handle shit like that.
That's what you got me for.
- Respect.
- Alright, so what's the move?
- We gonna send a message to Kwan's ass.
Let him know promptly who the hell he's dealing with.
- Yeah, I like that, I like that.
- Alright, you call me when it's done.
- That's a bet.
- Yo.
- [Axel] Yo, back again, huh?
- Yo man, it's hilarious.
You should see your neighbors out there.
You could tell they ain't used
to seeing a mother fucker like me
in your neighborhood.
(laughing)
Yo, you heard about the situation with Sweets?
- Yeah, what's the word on that?
- Nothing you should be concerned about.
I got homeboy on it.
- [Axel] Who that?
- I got my Luke.
- What you got him on?
- Make sure he take care of that little mishap.
Get you squared away with Sweets.
And who knows, after that, I don't know.
Maybe he might wanna lay low for a minute.
Pack his shit up, head back to Bama.
- What you mean?
- Told you to point at the call,
then bridge to the street across.
I'm saying, I ain't never seen that cat
back down to anybody.
You, me, nobody.
- You ain't never seen me back down, either.
So what that mean?
- Man, that's different.
You're my brother.
I don't know that cat like that.
And besides, I got a feeling that one of these days,
it's gonna come to the point where either
he gonna have to smoke me,
or I'm gonna have to smoke him.
(gun firing)
That's how the game goes.
- Then you gotta do what you gotta do.
- Exactly.
See that's why I fucks with you.
You know exactly what time it is.
You got my back, I got yours.
Yo man, we going places.
Just make sure you stay close to the God, and I got you.
- No doubt. - Alright.
Easy man.
- Got everything I can get on Smitty.
Tip too.
Said he gonna be down at the pool hall off Fifth.
- Off Fifth?
- Yeah, you know the one.
Down by the titty bar.
- Oh yeah.
- You need me to hold you down tonight?
- No I got it man.
- Your sister, man.
She worried about you.
- Of course she is.
So what did she say now?
- The same thing shit she always say.
She wants you to work behind a desk.
- Behind a desk, huh? - Yeah.
- Well I tell you.
- You know how she is. - Yeah.
So what they got you working on?
- Nothing major.
Still trying to recover from this shoulder surgery.
- How's the shoulder feel?
- You know me.
- Alright man.
Let me go handle this business.
I appreciate you handling that.
- Don't you get in no shit without me.
Take care of yourself.
(engine revving)
(sensual music)
- It's done.
Smitty and the cats have put the hit on
Sweets and they're waiting.
- And Julian.
- Sweets is aware and everything's everything.
He appreciates the gesture,
and now he's considering our proposal.
- Good.
- All respect due,
if he refuses again,
why not just kill him?
- There's a time and place for that.
But the time is not now.
Julian is a necessary evil at the moment.
Whether he joins us or not.
- At what point does it become unnecessary?
- When I say.
(laughing)
You want her.
- I mean, I would, but.
- Take her, she's a gift.
- Gift?
You don't owe me nothing.
- You have been loyal from the outside,
and I respect your methods.
On that note, I think I'm going to retire for the evening.
Have a good night, Kwan.
- You don't have to be afraid of me.
What happened last time was strictly business.
You should come with me.
- Please.
- Please what?
- I don't wanna go.
- You don't wanna go.
Okay.
Maybe you don't wanna come this time,
but next time I come for you,
you will.
- Looky looky looky.
What we got here?
- What's up, man?
- What the hell are you doing here, mate?
- Business.
- Business?
- Yeah.
- Oh, business, I got you.
- Yeah.
What the hell are you doing here?
- Well, if you must know,
I got myself a meeting with Smitty about a few things.
- No.
You need to get the hell out of here.
- Speak of the devil.
- Happy Jack.
- Smit, how you doing, mate?
- Who's this?
- This.
This is my cousin.
Twice removed.
He was just having himself a drink.
- Having a drink, huh?
Well, he'll be coming with us.
- Actually, he was just about to leave.
- Leave?
No no no no, nonsense. (steady ominous music)
Come on.
You think you can walk in my establishment
and pin this shit on me.
- [Jack] What are you talking about?
- I'm not talking to you.
- What's going on?
- I'm talking to this guy.
Yeah, I've heard about you.
Big black fancy beard.
Ain't life a bitch.
- What the hell, mate?
(grunting)
(yelling)
(gun firing)
- Whoa.
Come on.
(gun firing)
- Shit, oh shit.
Get out of here.
(grunting)
You're bleeding out, mate.
We need to get you to a hospital.
- No hospitals.
- Have you gone mental?
- No hospitals.
- Shit.
Okay.
I know someone that can get you stitched up.
Hailey.
- God damn it.
- You're heavy, mate.
(grunting)
Easy, mate.
- What the fuck, Jack?
- [Jack] He needs help.
- I see that.
Take him to a hospital.
- Hailey, I don't have time for your shit tonight.
Just fix him. - Fix him.
What the hell, Jack?
You're not even supposed to be coming around here.
and what is with that accent?
- Hailey, shut the hell up.
Just fix him and I'm gone, okay?
- Fine.
What happened?
- Drink this mate, you'll dig.
He was stabbed.
- Yeah, that's a deep one.
Okay, I'll get my kit.
- She's mean, but she knows what she's doing.
Hurry up.
Alright mate.
- Oh God.
- Hurry.
Thank you.
- Uh huh.
So, what happened?
- Some crazy shit.
Look, I need you to watch after him a few days.
Just until he regains his strength.
- Who is he?
- A friend that has saved my ass
more times than I can count, so take care of him.
- Okay.
- Thank you.
I know I don't say it enough, but I really mean it.
- So what was with that weird accent you were doing?
- That's a long story.
- What up, sis?
- Hey. - What's going on?
- What's it been, like three years?
- Yeah, something like that.
- Well what do you think of my spot?
I'm gonna buy it.
- Oh yeah? - Yeah.
- It's pretty cool, I guess.
- It's cute, right?
- Yeah.
- Well you know, moms been asking about you a lot.
- Oh yeah?
How's she doing?
- She's good.
She's worried about you.
- Tell her she ain't gotta worry about me, I'm fine.
- You know, we're all worried about you.
It's like, after dad died,
you just sort of fell off the face of the Earth.
- Here we go.
- Nobody even knows what you're doing with yourself anymore.
- Sis, what's up?
- Alright.
Well, this phone call,
where did it come from out of the blue?
- I can't call my sister?
I was thinking about you, I wanted to see you.
- Yeah right. - I did.
How's Juju?
- He's good.
Just, always asking about his uncle Axel.
- I can't wait to see that little knuckle head again.
Y'all still been getting that money I sent, right?
- Yeah, we are. - Okay, yeah.
- You know you don't have to do that.
- I know I don't have to, but I want to.
- Thank you.
You're still not sleeping, huh?
- Why is it the topic of every conversation nowadays?
- You have to let him go.
What happened was not your fault.
You hear me?
- Yeah, I hear you.
- You have to stop alienating yourself.
It's not healthy.
We need you.
- Okay sis, look, it was good seeing you.
I gotta get out of here.
Look, let everybody know that I'm thinking about 'em,
I love 'em, or whatever you wanna tell 'em, okay?
I gotta go.
- Take care of yourself, okay?
- I will.
Tell mom I love her.
Alright? - Okay.
- It's a cool spot.
What you gonna do with it?
(sighing)
(laughing)
- I don't know yet.
(ominous music)
- What do you want?
- [Man] Drive.
(engine revving) (car beeping)
(steady rhythmic music)