[funky hip-hop beat layers in]
[older Kanan] Previously on Raising Kanan...
You takin' all of 'Nique's old corners.
Crew the fuck up and get out on that track, my nigga.
-Far as I heard, 'Nique is gone. -How you know?
'Cause we takin' all his shit
and he ain't doin' nothin' 'bout it.
That was y'all on 150 last night?
No doubt.
-[gunshot echoes] -Oh!
I find out you're still working here,
Queens will be so full of Sicilian hitters.
-We're finished. -But I still gotta figure out
how to get us paid.
We goin' to Manhattan.
It's gonna be your home base.
You either pickin' up product
or you droppin' off money.
You're here because I've vouched
for your discretion and trustworthiness, Tiana.
Count me in.
I ain't askin' for no work from you, Joaquin.
I just want a name.
I know you know other players.
I need the cash and I need it now.
I may have a buyer from overseas.
I want you to know
I don't like the idea of you and her working together.
Noted.
Your mother, she's linked up
with Pino Bernardi
and this Jew broad, Flossie Siegel,
who's got a stable of whores
that are now moving your mother's weight around the city.
We heard Breeze been playin' you to the left
for some new kid.
Fuck you, Kanan.
I help you out and you help me out in exchange.
There's no turning back for either of us.
[tense music playing]
I'll kill you.
Maybe she didn't take out Fame.
-You believe her? -Raq and me done.
-She dead to me already. -[Raq] Roll up,
spray them niggas, and jet.
-[gunfire] -[bullets ricocheting]
[man] Yo, look out!
[tires screeching]
How are you feeling?
I'm sad.
I'm angry.
I wanna work wit' you.
I don't want that for you.
These hos are gonna come and go all night.
You collect they money.
Riff got another job for you.
Can't. Flossie hit me.
I got a trick across town. New guy.
Can't be late.
What's your name?
Whatever you want it to be.
[music fades]
♪ I'm a hustla, baby ♪
-♪ I'm a hustla, baby ♪ -♪ Yeah ♪
♪ I know heartbreaks Setbacks ♪
♪ Bitch, if I crap out I'm sure I'ma get back ♪
♪ I been through The ups and downs ♪
♪ You know I get around ♪
♪ So to me, it's all a part Of the game ♪
♪ If I ain't the coke man Or the dope man ♪
♪ I'm almost for sure, man I gotta take it ♪
♪ No need to say shit I'm gon' take it ♪
♪ Robberies turn homicide It's nothin' to play with ♪
♪ Make money Make-make-make money ♪
♪ When shit hit the fan We'll take money, Southside ♪
♪ Beef with the best of 'em Done shot at the rest of 'em ♪
♪ Checks, I'm collectin' 'em Check, boy, I'm finessin' 'em ♪
♪ Big bags of bread ♪
♪ Boy, you fuck around Put a big bag on your head ♪
♪ 'Fore the weather break You're dead ♪
♪ Let's get to it ♪
♪ They don't do it Like we do it ♪
♪ Cop it, whip it Bag it, flip it ♪
♪ Re-up, we up G'd up, what up? ♪
♪ Runnin' 'round this bitch Still not givin' a fuck ♪
♪ When it come to that paper There'll be no complications ♪
♪ Ha-ha, that's right ♪
♪ Put a hole in a nigga Right in front of you ♪
♪ Your heartbeat pacin' ♪
♪ And it's alright ♪
♪ That's how we do it On this side ♪
♪ Niggas get to it On this side ♪
♪ I know heartbreaks Setbacks ♪
♪ Bitch, if I crap out I'm sure I'ma get back ♪
♪ I been through The ups and downs ♪
♪ You know I get around ♪
♪ So to me, it's all a part Of the game ♪
♪ If I ain't the coke man Or the dope man ♪
♪ I'm almost for sure, man I gotta take it ♪
♪ No need to say shit I'm gon' take it ♪
♪ Robberies turn homicide It's nothin' to play with ♪
♪ Ayy, ayy ♪
[sultry female vocalization]
["Paid In Full" by Eric B. & Rakim playing]
♪ Thinkin' of a master plan ♪
♪ Def with the record Def with the record ♪
♪ Thinkin' of A master plan... ♪
[older Kanan] When shit working right out on the track,
it's like some basketball niggas
on a fast break.
Rock don't even touch the floor.
♪ So I dig deeper But still coming up with lint ♪
♪ So I start my mission Leave my residence ♪
♪ Thinking how could I get Some dead presidents? ♪
♪ I need money, I used to be A stick-up kid ♪
♪ So I think of all The devious things I did... ♪
[older Kanan] And nothin' move faster than the money.
On a good day,
that shit roll in like a fuckin' blizzard.
You can't dig yourself out from it
before that shit gonna pile the fuck up again.
Those are the best days, man.
Those are days make you feel like
you gon' do this shit forever.
The work gonna always move.
The money never gon' stop.
[overlapping greetings]
All right.
We gettin' paid.
Paid and paid and paid, nigga.
-Corner don't ever stop. -What I tell you?
[tires screeching]
[older Kanan] But soon as you start thinkin' like that...
you gonna get checked
'cause good times just like the first of the month.
Shit over quick.
Nigga think he somebody now.
What's the word, Taz?
Word is you ain't about shit.
Word is that other corner got hit
because you ain't had the lookouts posted up
where they were supposed to be.
That ain't how it went down.
Don't even matter. This shit ain't nothin'
I need to talk to you about anyway.
[ominous music playing]
You talk when I tell you to talk.
Whatever you say.
You got that right, nigga.
It is whatever I say.
Protect your block, little niggas.
♪ ♪
[music fades]
[Pastor Evans groans]
How you know...
if somebody...
gone to Heaven?
Hmm.
You don't know.
My job, if you wanna call it that,
is to try to put people in the best position possible
so they can gain entry to Heaven.
But we don't ever know if they get there.
I'm not sure what kind of situation Lou was in
as far as Heaven concerned.
[Pastor Evans] We all struggle.
But all that matters is the purity of our hearts
when we face God.
And I'm sure Lou's heart was pure.
How is your heart, Marvin?
[somber music playing]
I can't call it.
Well, you lost your brother.
Profound pain like that can numb your emotions.
You should come to church this Sunday.
Communion with God and our congregation
could ease your burden.
At the very least, you'll see that you're not alone.
So, you can't tell
who go to Heaven and who don't.
That's between each of us and God.
God gon' judge my daughter
for my bullshit?
Your daughter's journey is hers and hers alone.
She'll get to heaven all on her own.
And so will you.
No matter who you are or what you've done,
God forgives everybody.
I ain't everybody, pastor.
[music darkens]
[music fades]
[lighter clicks]
[crackling]
You always land on your feet.
My feet always on the ground, Joaquin.
Standin' on this work.
Look...
Manhattan not the Southside.
We ain't gotta worry about Stefano Marchetti in the city.
Shit's wide open.
Manhattan is a much more competitive marketplace.
Prices are always moving.
I made this clear to you
before I introduced you to Mr. Bernardi.
I'm fuckin' with a clientele that ain't worried about price.
It's all about the product and the service provided.
I got my horse covered.
But these white motherfuckers love them some powder.
I know your product top-shelf,
and we got prior business together,
so this shit should be easy.
But we have a complicated past, you and me.
[dramatic music playing]
[sighs]
I'm here about the future, Joaquin.
Not the past.
I'm tryin' to get you paid.
If you not interested,
there's gotta be at least fifty Dominicans up the block
that's gonna want to get down.
I'm interested.
[Joaquin inhales sharply]
I'm always interested.
-Here you go. -Thanks.
♪ Oh yeah, we're rollin' We're rollin' ♪
♪ We're rollin' We're rollin' ♪
♪ We're rollin' down A miracle highway ♪
♪ Oh yeah, we're rollin' We're rollin'... ♪
Where's the rest of it?
I'm workin' on gettin' the rest.
I must be a fuckin' idiot trustin' a goddamn kid.
We don't do this shit on a fuckin' installment plan.
I'm gonna get you all of it, I just need a minute.
I think you need to comprehend the seriousness
of what the fuck this is.
I put my ass on the line
in a way that threatens everything in my fucking life
and you're showing up here with a light fuckin' envelope?
[dramatic music playing]
This is grown-up business, Laverne.
And when you're grown up
and you don't pay your bills on time,
bad fuckin' things happen.
Get me my money...
or I'ma cut off your fuckin' water.
[music fades]
[traffic humming]
♪ I'm beyond compare ♪
♪ On compare ♪
♪ Oh darling I'm the boss of a game ♪
♪ With my vision clear I'll never be tamed ♪
♪ In this world of power... ♪
Your piece.
♪ Oh darling I'm the boss of a game ♪
♪ With my vision clear I'll never be tamed... ♪
Looks like business is booming.
We gettin' there.
Lot of room to grow, though.
[Pino] Ah.
[sighs]
Raquel...
["Power" continues playing in restaurant]
...where the fuck you been my whole life?
-Queens. -[laughs]
Yeah, that's exactly where you've been.
Which is part of the problem.
I need you to do me a favor.
Go talk to Stefano,
see if the two of you can come to some kind of understanding.
He's making a lot of noise about our arrangement.
It's become an aggravation.
And I already got enough aggravation in my life.
Me and him talked already. Ain't nothin' else to say.
No, no, no, no. He's bent all out of shape
'cause you relocated just across the East River.
You hurt his precious fuckin' feelings.
Look, Marchetti is bitching about our thing
to the powers that be.
I can't have this disagreement
get any bigger than it already is.
A little kindness goes a long way, Raquel.
Show him some respect.
He'll settle down.
This nigga want me to kiss the ring I fuckin' paid for.
[ominous music playing]
[music fades]
Yo.
Doin' this drop-off.
Gonna put it right here.
You hear about Kanan and Taz?
They was beefin'.
Ask me?
Taz was tryin' to get Kanan to throw the fuck down.
But Kanan maintained.
Shit gonna get heated again, though.
'Cause them niggas ain't got no love between them.
[piece taps on board]
A'ight then, man. I'ma get at you later.
[dark, ominous music playing]
-[train clacking] -[music fades]
[gentle mandolin music playing in restaurant]
[Stefano] You tell him it's no skin off my back either way.
All right? Thanks.
Come on.
I told Pino there was no point in us talking.
Told him the same thing.
Then why are you here?
Because my new business partner asked me to do this
and I respect the people I work with.
You don't even know what the fuck respect means.
Oh.
Hey, and I got a new business partner too.
Yeah, he's- and he's got one of them nicknames
you people love so much.
-Breeze. -Aha. That's the one.
And he's not giving me problems like you did.
Well, if you so happy then stop bitching
to Pino Bernardi about me
like some sorry nigga
who can't get past his feelings after the breakup.
Shit's over between us. Move the fuck on.
[grim music playing]
Hey, I don't care if you got
Pino fuckin' Bernardi's next kid
cookin' in your fuckin' womb,
you don't ever speak to me like that.
I'll put you in the fuckin' ground.
Look, Pino said you wanted to talk to me,
but you tellin' me you ain't got shit to say.
Which is it?
What the fuck do you want from me, Stefano?
I want a piece of your business with Pino.
Yeah, consider it a, you know, a breakup fee.
A tax you gotta pay for leaving me at the altar.
I ain't leave shit.
You the one who deaded our deal.
I earned for you, Stefano.
I more than held up my fuckin' end.
[chuckles wryly]
I ain't breakin' you off nothin'.
Hey, I shoulda taken you and your brother out
when I had the fuckin' chance.
You shoulda.
Well, Pino can't protect you forever.
Fuck forever.
I'm here right now.
[music intensifies]
You run your business, I'll run mine.
[Stefano grunts]
♪ If this is what you want Then come and ask me, ask me ♪
♪ If this is what you want Then come and ask me ♪
Taz came up short.
♪ I see it all Nothing don't get past me... ♪
Nigga need to get checked.
[ominous music playing]
Word.
I got this.
[music intensifies]
[Marvin] I just keep hearing about Breeze.
I ain't seen him yet.
Well...
Stefano talkin' all sorts of shit
about how good that nigga dick taste.
And if Kanan workin' with Breeze,
that mean Kanan fuckin' with Stefano too.
[sighs] Me and you in a good spot right now, Marvin,
and we can't let nothin' and nobody fuck that up.
Connect's in place,
and I signed the papers on the mall
so we got that cash too.
We flush as hell.
Who the fuck buyin' that broke-down shit?
Fool from out the country.
Paid cash.
Dumb motherfucker overpaid too.
Shit, let me sell this nigga my crib then.
[sighs]
[sighs] Stefano gonna make a move on us.
We gotta get in front of that shit.
Who you tellin'? I been sayin' this.
Well, it can't be our people doin' the work, though.
We gotta protect ourself with Pino.
Pino gonna know it was us behind it
no matter who we use.
Well, of course he is.
But we need to give him enough cover
that he can say as far as he know
we ain't have shit to do with it.
[bottle opens]
[liquid pours]
I can reach out to Memphis,
see if them crackers want it.
[dark, sinister music playing]
[sighs]
Fuck it.
Make the call.
-[Tiana sighs, giggles] -[music fades]
It's cool to see your apartment.
["Big Talk" playing softly in apartment]
I just didn't want to fuck with a hotel again.
They ask too many questions.
And I wanted you to see where I live.
So you can know me better.
♪ ♪
You been with other girls?
What?
For real?
You think you the first girl I done fucked with?
[sighs] Come on, man.
I'm talkin' about escorts.
Call girls. You ever... been with another one?
Nah.
You the first.
You fine...
you young, seem like you got a little money.
[Kanan chuckles]
You not the usual type date I get.
This shit wit' you just seem easier, I guess.
Most girls want more than I wanna give.
But I still wanna... You know.
Smash.
-Yeah. Smash. -[giggling]
Not all girls gon' press on you like that, though.
Some just want what you want.
How a dime like you wind up doin' this shit, Tiana?
-[solemn music playing] -[clears throat]
I got a brother who's special needs,
and a grandmother who's in rehab.
Somebody gotta pay for all that
and a bachelor's in psychology isn't gonna get it done.
Least you ain't out at Hunts Point
or some bootleg shit like that.
Flossie take care of us.
Flossie?
She your pimp?
Shit. I got work.
[sighs]
Middle of the fuckin' day?
These tricks don't be playin'.
It's not that kind of work.
Me and a few other girls got a side hustle.
Well, side hustles are good.
Hm. Ain't like it's much better than trickin'.
We movin' dope.
Mostly just deliveries.
Flossie, the lady I work for,
she linked up with this drug dealer
who works out of this old club in the Village,
and... [laughs]
Why the fuck am I tellin' you all this?
'Cause you like me.
[sighs]
I do like you.
You're not fat,
50 years old, and got four kids, like most of these tricks,
which makes it less...
fucked up for me somehow.
-[music fades] -Blow that other shit off today.
That delivery, whatever the fuck it is,
call in sick.
Kick it wit' me.
I can't.
[dramatic music playing]
[rustling]
You can.
[music fades]
-Have a good ride, sir. -All right. Thank you.
-[man 1] Hey, John. -[man 2] Hi, guys.
[chatter continues]
["Boogeyman" playing]
♪ Fire ♪
♪ Can't stand me ♪
♪ Water ♪
♪ Run away from me ♪
♪ Run home now ♪
[music fades]
They growin' you shitkickers extra ugly
down on the fuckin' farm.
Ain't no farms in Memphis.
This me.
Thank you so much.
Thank you very much for all your help.
[mellow R&B music playing in store]
Whatever she want,
I'm payin' for.
Make sense?
What you like?
I wanna go.
Nah, whatever you want--
I wanna get the fuck outta here, Kanan.
[door opens, creaks]
-[chatter] -[car rumbling]
What the fuck is goin' on, Tiana?
You know exactly what's goin' on.
-I don't. -[scoffs]
You're fuckin' with my head, Kanan.
You- you thinkin' you can buy me a couple dresses
and turn this ho into a princess?
And that shit isn't real.
This...
isn't real.
Wanted to do something nice for you, that's all.
Turns out you just like all these other guys
I was talkin' about.
Tryin' to make me into somethin' I'm not.
You pay me to fuck you, Kanan.
I'm a ho.
Hos don't wear dresses?
[laughs]
-I like you, Tiana. -[sighs]
That's all.
All this other shit you talkin' 'bout,
that's in your head, not mine.
You don't even know my real name.
[gentle dramatic music playing]
So tell me then.
Jarita.
Hmm.
[music fades]
[traffic humming]
[insects chirring]
[dramatic music playing]
Stefano house.
He's got some security.
But nothin' too heavy.
[siren wailing in distance]
Kanan ain't tell me his mama fine.
Who are you, where the fuck you come from,
and what you and my son doin'?
[singsong] Kanan fine mama got questions.
I ain't come here to compare pedicures, nigga.
I need to understand you
and what the fuck you think you doin'.
I don't answer to you, ma'am.
I'm only meetin' you outta respect
'cause I know you meant somethin' out here for a minute.
But you must've got it confused
if you think you gon' interrogate me on some shit.
It's always uncomfortable
when there's a woman in the game.
See, for niggas,
the hustle about two things only:
bitches and money.
That's the understanding we all got between us men.
I know what that nigga on that other corner thinkin'
'cause he thinkin' the same as me.
Bitches and money, money and bitches.
That's all.
It's different when there's a lady on the other side.
'Cause you ain't checkin' for bitches.
That ain't why you in it.
You on some other shit.
That mean I don't know what you thinkin'.
And that don't feel good.
You won't ever know what I'm thinkin', nigga.
That's what you need to recognize.
I'm not on these blocks no more,
but I am these blocks.
You understand what I'm sayin'?
[tense music playing]
I'm known... and I know.
And as long as you fuckin' wit' my son,
I'ma be watching you.
But you right.
I ain't thinkin' 'bout bitches.
All I think about's money.
And ain't nobody get between me and my money.
[music intensifies]
[music fades]
He here most days.
This his favorite spot.
Got any questions or anything?
Thoughts?
Is what it is.
Far be it for a humble-ass nigga like me
to tell professionals like yourselves
how to do this shit, but...
you only gonna get one crack at this work.
[dramatic music playing]
Fuck that up...
you ain't gonna make it back to Tennessee.
[car engine starts]
[music fades]
That was you that hit us, though,
on 150.
You ain't even got work out here no more.
Why you fuckin' wit' our corner?
'Cause you're out there and I'm not, nigga.
You salty 'cause your son still makin' money without you.
I don't like nobody makin' money without me.
That's how this shit works, son.
[grim music playing]
Way I see it,
any dollar y'all niggas stack out here
is a dollar y'all takin' from me.
And that ain't never gon' sit right.
Our money's Stefano Marchetti's money.
But you know that already.
No matter where the fuck I am, I'm here.
I'm here, there, and everywhere, nigga.
You could tell Kanan the same shit.
[music fades]
[from inside Cafe Vous] ♪ Real bad, real bad ♪
[fades] ♪ I know I got it bad ♪
[dark, ominous music playing]
[engine revving]
[tires screeching]
-[whimpering] -Get the fuck in!
Please, take everything. I don't care.
We takin' you, bitch.
[whimpering]
Please don't hurt me. I'll do whatever you want.
[Kanan] That's good, baby.
'Cause we gon' need you to do some shit.
[gasps, exhales]
[tires screeching]
[coughs]
Shirley was waterin' down these bottles.
Tricky-ass broad.
["Impatient" playing softly in Cafe Vous]
[Juke] You want somethin' else?
Probably better for me to drink the weak shit anyway.
[sighs]
Yo.
Been talkin' to that detective.
Garcia.
Fuck you doin' talkin' to police?
He tryin' to find out who put down Howard, so...
I ain't tell him shit.
Obviously.
But he's still messin' with me
so I'm tryin' to get him to leave me the fuck alone.
I can hit up the new lawyer.
Get him to make a few calls.
Or send a letter or some shit.
Thing is...
I feel like maybe Garcia could help us.
He know things
and he can find shit out.
Keep us a step ahead.
I started paying him to step the fuck off.
-[groans] -And also...
give me information.
You're a wild girl, Juke.
Hittin' off police.
Here I am, trying to steer you away from all this shit
and you done turned gangster on me.
I'm short, though.
[dramatic music playing]
He want more than I got right now.
So you hittin' off this cop
but you don't got enough to pay him off proper.
How that playin' out for you?
Not good.
Cop on the take ain't the nigga you wanna short.
[inhales sharply]
Maybe... you could help me out a little bit
'til I can cover it.
Your deal, your debt. [sighs]
You gotta figure that shit out on your own.
[sighs] I'll pay you back the money.
And maybe he got shit you wanna know too.
I already got enough going on with these police.
I don't need no more.
Can't lie, though...
you makin' moves out here.
Chip off the old fuckin' block.
[music fades]
["Escape (The Pina Colada Song)" by Rupert Holmes playing]
-♪ If you like pina coladas ♪ -[slurred singing with song]
♪ And gettin' caught In the rain ♪
♪ If you're not into yoga ♪
♪ If you have half a brain ♪
♪ If you like makin' love At midnight ♪
♪ In the dunes of the Cape ♪
♪ You're the one That I look for ♪
♪ Write to me and escape ♪
♪ ♪
There's my favorite girl.
[music volume lowers]
[sniffs]
Gonna make me beg for it?
[on stereo] ♪ I didn't think About my lady ♪
♪ I know that sounds Kinda mean ♪
[man sniffs, sighs]
[man chuckles]
♪ Had fallen into The same old dull routine ♪
♪ So I wrote to the paper ♪
[sniffs]
♪ Took out a personal ad ♪
♪ And though I'm nobody's poet ♪
Gonna do this...
and then I'm gonna do you.
[sniffs loudly]
Oh-ho-ho!
[laughs] Wow.
[laughs]
[sinister music playing]
What the fuck?
[gasping softly]
What?
What? [coughing]
[gasping]
[gagging, coughing]
Oh God.
[whispers] Oh. Oh no.
[music intensifies]
[panting]
[gasps]
You tell Raq it was Kanan.
Got it?
[grunts]
Kanan.
Say that shit out loud, bitch.
Kanan.
Get the fuck outta here.
[Kirsten sobbing]
[music transitions into grim, tense music]
[car engine starts]
[gunshots]
[music fades]
They switched out the coke I was bringing to him
with something else.
I don't know what the fuck it was
but he died.
Right in front of me. It was horrible.
It was so fucked up. [sniffles]
And they just grabbed you off the street?
In front of the club.
And then the kid who was in charge,
he told me to tell you something.
He said, "Tell Raq it was Kanan."
He really wanted you to know that.
Nobody else gonna hear about that part.
That stay between us.
Whatever.
I'm never doing this shit again. I'm done.
You tell anybody else, especially Flossie,
about what that boy said,
I'ma have to do somethin' to you that can't be undone.
[dramatic music playing]
Understood?
You did right when you came to me like you did.
And where I'm from, righteousness gets rewarded.
This is twice what she was paying you
and you deserve every penny of it.
And the best part?
You don't gotta split it up three ways anymore.
[Stefano chuckles]
Thank you kindly, sir.
Now, Giorgio's gonna show you out to the car
we got waiting for you.
And, uh, safe travels, my friend.
[chuckles]
[ominous music playing]
-Aw, fu-- -[silenced gunshot]
[casing clatters]
-[music fades] -["What You In It For" plays]
♪ It's my season I don't need a reason ♪
♪ Takeover time I'm tired of all this treason ♪
♪ Street life, trife life Cutthroat season ♪
Breeze says you was short the other day.
♪ Niggas stuck in the game They never gon' leave it ♪
♪ Eye for an eye, nigga... ♪
You're so fuckin' stupid, Kanan.
You can't even see that nigga playin' you.
Breeze want us beefin'
so he can see who come out on top.
And I'm good with that.
♪ Can't be broke When I got Cain and Abel ♪
Real good.
♪ Ain't no Motherfuckin' fable ♪
♪ Saabs and ACs Lamb skins on my back ♪
You're here to put me in line, right?
♪ With Alexus in a Lexus ♪
♪ Gold chains... ♪
Fuck you gon' do, nigga?
[dramatic music playing]
[laughs]
All you good at
is suckin' Breeze dick, bitch-ass nigga.
But when it come down to this real work,
you gotta get somebody else to do it.
Like your mom.
[music darkens]
Yeah.
Yeah, I know all about her.
Heard that you can't get off that titty.
You actin' all grown,
but you still need your mama to wipe your ass.
-[squelching thud] -[grunts]
What you got, Taz?
[grunts]
[groaning]
[Taz] Fuck!
[Taz wails]
[groaning]
[grunting, groaning]
[yelling in pain]
[Taz laughs]
[groans]
Fuck you, Kanan.
Nah, nigga.
Fuck you.
[music intensifies]
[gunshot echoes]
[music transitions into heavy, grim music]
[music fades]
He just blew too much at once.
Old-ass white man didn't know his limit
and stopped his own fuckin' heart.
Right?
[Flossie] You and I are just starting this new business
and we already have a fatality.
That's not what we call an auspicious beginning.
This shit happen, though.
Just bad timing, that's all.
Doesn't change the fact
that a man is dead.
And he's not just anyone.
Anton Baker was a federal judge.
This is news. There'll be an investigation.
And all that gon' turn up is this motherfucker was a junkie
who fucked with too much fried food.
And it's good he a judge.
That means they gonna bury as much of this shit as they can.
Last thing they want is niggas diggin' into this fool's cases
to see which ones he cooked to get high.
This doesn't happen to me.
Nobody's ever died from a blowjob,
at least not one from my girls.
[tuts] Guess they need to up they game then.
[sighs] This isn't a joke, Marvin.
It's a dead white guy.
That shit always gonna be funny to me.
You've checked your product to make sure there are no problems?
My shit ain't the issue.
And how are you, sweetie?
You've been through a hell of a lot.
You should go home, take a long bath,
and then you're gonna have some time off.
Couple weeks at least, okay?
Go home, Kirsten.
I'll check on you later.
I'm worried about her.
She definitely shaky.
We can handle her if you want.
You mean kill her.
[ominous music playing]
Just so we're clear, I have no problem with violence.
My father taught me that in certain instances
violence can be powerful.
But only when it's used strategically,
otherwise it has no impact.
I'm not afraid to pull the trigger,
but it has to matter.
[music transitions into unsettling dramatic music]
Gotta find the joint.
That's the soft spot.
It's the easiest shit to cut through.
Like this.
[electric saw whirring]
-[loud grinding] -[squelching]
[whirring slows]
[music fades]
Scared of Flossie's pops.
This nigga schooled his baby girl on dropping fools,
shit, I'm worried I'm fucking up Juke.
Flossie got a crush on you or something?
Seem like she get all googly-eyed
and wide open and shit when you talkin'.
I don't even know what the fuck that means.
Flossie and I are friends.
Associates and shit.
Same as you and her.
Well, just as long as I don't find out later you two married
and opening up some bed and fuckin' breakfast
in the Catskills behind my back, nigga.
Don't let me hear you got side conversations
goin' on with her like you did with Stefano.
We got one piece of business with Flossie Siegel.
This work, that's all.
I get it.
But know that I'm gonna talk
to whoever the fuck I wanna talk to.
I'ma say whatever the fuck I wanna say.
I'ma do that 'cause I'm a grown-ass man.
What you need to understand,
shit, what I thought you been understanding,
is that I'm loyal.
Always have been, always will be.
Stefano had me doin' that side work for him
just so he could stir up the shit between us.
So he could tell you I was movin' behind your back
even when I wasn't.
At least not in some kind of way
where I was lookin' to take your spot.
Stefano fucked us all up.
And now we fuckin' him up.
Nigga might be fucked up for good already.
[inhales deeply] Point is...
Lou gone.
Ma gone.
Pops been gone.
All that's left is you and me.
Just us.
And that means somethin'.
So when you say all that fucked up shit to me,
it hurt.
[solemn music playing]
We gotta be better than that.
I wasn't there for Lou.
Not like I shoulda been.
But I'm here for you.
Big brothers protect their little sisters.
I'm your big fuckin' brother, Raquel.
Yeah, you are.
A'ight then.
[car horn blaring in distance]
♪ ♪
[electric saw whirring]
[whirring slows, stops]
[plastic rustling]
Your moms reached out.
We linked.
[tense, dark music playing]
It was her that hit the corner.
But you knew that already.
I thought it mighta been Raq that hit us.
I wasn't a hundred percent.
Ain't like I'm angry or nothin'.
Just want you to know you can tell me this shit.
Ain't no need to keep secrets.
That shit cut both ways, though.
Taz wasn't short.
That was just you fuckin' wit' me.
Seein' what I'd do.
You not wrong, brother.
That shit was more of a test than a secret.
I don't need no tests.
I done graduated, nigga.
♪ ♪
[electric saw whirring]
[squelching]
[music fades]
[loud rustling]
[fire crackling]
Fine line between standing out here
and being in there.
Out here better.
[chuckling]
You ain't gon' end up in there, Kanan.
That ain't nothin' to worry about.
I ain't worried, nigga.
Just aware.
Taz was your man.
'Til he wasn't no more.
You not Taz.
And he not you.
You ever met your father?
DefCon?
Nah.
Heard a whole lot about him, but never knew him.
I did.
DefCon was my father too, Kanan.
[dramatic music playing]
He was with my moms before he got wit' yours.
You and me blood, nigga.
[music intensifies]
Brothers.
[older Kanan] At some point,
lies become the truth.
Shit get passed around long enough,
what's real don't even matter no more.
Get to a point where the nigga that started the lie
start believin' his own bullshit.
And by then, you can't even call it bullshit no more
because that lie become fact.
History. Some shit you studied in school.
Only thing that's real in this world
is you gon' live
and you gon' die, nigga.
Everything in between all that
is bullshit.
[music fades]
["Where" playing softly in Cafe Vous]
♪ Kindness When you look at me ♪
♪ Where's the... ♪
He says he got a delivery for you and Aunt Raq.
Said he gotta put it directly in your hands.
Riff already checked him out.
He ain't strapped or nothin'.
♪ Walk side by side ♪
♪ Dreamin' 'bout the days When we would fly in the sky ♪
♪ Where are you now... ♪
You got something for me?
You Marvin Thomas?
Can you sign here?
♪ Are you still my friend? ♪
♪ Are you still the one That I believed in? ♪
Who's it from?
I'm just the messenger.
♪ 'Cause I'm still Reminiscing ♪
♪ Will you give me A reason... ♪
[grim, suspenseful music playing]
What's that?
Trouble.
["Shot You Down" playing]
♪ Bang, bang ♪
♪ I shot you down ♪
♪ Bang, bang ♪
♪ I shot you down ♪
♪ You shot my heart ♪
♪ With an arrow ♪
♪ I never seen it coming ♪
♪ I turn around ♪
♪ And here you come ♪
♪ Out of nowhere ♪
♪ Wasn't prepared From the start ♪
♪ Bang, bang ♪
♪ I shot you down ♪
♪ Bang, bang... ♪