[funky hip-hop beat layers in]
[Diamond] Previously on Force...
Triple our product.
We can handle that much product.
Could you, Miguel?
I can handle it.
I'll deliver Tommy Egan.
Sounds like we have an agreement.
[D-Mac] I got the drop on these Chinatown motherfuckers.
[Marshall] They got that fentanyl on lock.
You officially back on with CBI.
[Genesis] You know that street shit don't impress me.
-What impresses you? -A diploma.
[Tommy] Luis Ortega.
Time for a little lesson in flight.
Tell Roberto exactly what happened.
[Diamond] Hang these Yardies out to dry.
Make the feds think it's some cartel shit.
I'm gon' give a call to Che.
[dramatic music playing]
That's my brother, Jenard.
[Jimmy] You're not gonna just sit back
and let the fucking Albanians take everything.
Let's hit him where it hurts.
But if this surge of deadly fentanyl
is related to the Marquez cartel,
I need to know now.
And when Stacy publicly fumbles
the Marquez case, I am going to recover it.
This keeps you safe.
Now you work for me.
[grunts]
♪ ♪
I'm so sorry that you had to see any of this.
I wanna hear all about your big news.
I made it to the final three for the promotion.
-She's not like me, Tommy. -Holly?
I didn't mean to hurt you.
[Holly] You're gonna hurt her too.
[engine starts]
["Power, Powder, Respect" by 50 Cent playing]
♪ Tougher than a Teflon All that dope I stepped on ♪
♪ Re-up, get the rest gone ♪
♪ Been that nigga What else you want? ♪
♪ If you want Power, powder, respect ♪
♪ Mm-mm ♪
♪ I want that money And power and powder ♪
[sultry female vocalizations]
♪ Money and powder and power ♪
♪ The paper got paper, paper Yeah, I gotta stack that ♪
♪ Them diamonds Keep blinkin', blinkin' ♪
♪ We might have to jack that ♪
♪ Now, boy, when That blicky-blicky come out ♪
♪ You get clapped fast ♪
♪ Draw down With the lil' jawn ♪
♪ I'm at you like pat-pat ♪
♪ Come back When them cameras out ♪
♪ 'Round your block We'll kick that ♪
♪ Come back when your funeral In progress ♪
♪ And hit that ♪
♪ Hit you back-to-back ♪
♪ Your bitch ass Won't even hit back ♪
♪ You'll be splashin' In fashion ♪
♪ Nigga, you can Check the drip ♪
♪ Catch you slippin' We slidin' ♪
♪ You niggas On some different shit ♪
♪ We hit the licks We with the shit ♪
♪ Shh, when you get hit ♪
♪ Quiet down No need for the talkin' ♪
♪ The fuck is that about? ♪
♪ Tougher than a Teflon All that dope I stepped on ♪
♪ Re-up, get the rest gone ♪
♪ Been that nigga What else you want? ♪
♪ If you want Power, powder, respect ♪
♪ Mm-mm ♪
♪ I want that money and power And powder ♪
[sultry female vocalizations]
♪ Money and powder and power ♪
[song fades]
[tense music playing]
Jesus...
We're completely fucked.
Our case against the cartel is dead on arrival.
♪ ♪
[music fades]
[door opens]
Hey.
Isn't dinner with your brother tonight?
No, it's tomorrow.
Why? Are you looking forward to it?
Yeah, like a fuckin' root canal.
But it's important to you, so it's important to me.
Well, don't worry, it won't run too long.
Good. Remember, I gotta dip at 9:45.
I got business I gotta handle by 10.
[sighs]
Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey.
Hold up a second here.
Is everything a'ight?
Yeah. It's just... it's gonna be a busy day.
Oh yeah? Okay.
Let's go. I'm gonna be late for work.
Okay. All right. I'm hurrying.
[grim music playing]
[Tommy] Let's go.
[rock music plays in bar]
[Peter chuckles]
[Peter] Well, well, well...
look at what the cat dragged in.
[ominous music playing]
Your loss, Victor.
This is Flynn territory.
[chortles snidely]
Flynn territory?
You must be mistaken.
Since your daddy is dead and gone...
this is us now, man.
Hey...
get the fuck out of my bar.
[speaking in Albanian]
Yeah. That's right.
Tommy Egan needs you to hurry home for his back massage.
[laughter]
The fuck outta here.
Vic.
Vic, we can torch the place.
Blow it fuckin' sky-high.
Mm-mm.
No.
No, that's too easy.
Why fuck up something we're gonna take back?
No. Get the others.
I got a plan.
Shit.
-Vic. -What? What the fuck is it?
I'm really sorry.
[somber, dramatic music playing]
♪ ♪
[music ends abruptly]
[jarring musical sting]
You shoulda pulled me into that Claudia dump.
I tried callin' you.
But you was too busy wit' your brother,
hittin' the Yardies,
havin' a meetin' with Che without me.
-Yeah, all right. -Yeah, all right.
That was some fuckin' bullshit, D.
Don't let that shit happen again.
Ooh-wee.
Used to have me one just like this.
This feel right.
We staged it to look like the Yardies was a cartel hit.
We dumped the bodies in IP territory.
Ain't gon' be no blowback on us.
This some real El Chapo-lookin' shit right here.
Yeah, see, them Desert Eagles is worth a fortune alone.
So I say that we keep those
and we spread the rest out to the guys.
-Yeah. -Spread the rest out to the guys
as in Jenard and the guys?
No, I don't think so, D.
This is tax incentives for gangstas.
This ain't no Toys for Tots.
What the hell you tryin' to say, Tommy?
What I'm sayin' is...
I'ma use these blicks to poach the Assyrians
from Miguel. That's what.
No, that's bogus as hell, Tommy.
Shit. Hell no!
Me and Jenard got these straps
from the Yardies in the first fuckin' place.
So we need to be in the conversation.
And the second that you got these guns with Jenard,
they became coalition property
to be used for coalition business.
And I'm the motherfuckin' coalition.
Don't say no shit you can't come back from.
You can't be mad at me for using these guns to get us paid.
Well, say that.
I can get down with that.
So just leave the guns as is,
I'ma get the Assyrians to meet us here.
Sign them bitches up to go make us some money.
[Bobby] One of the bodies was shot up so bad
we couldn't even identify him.
This hit on Zamost and his guys,
this feels more like Juarez than Chicago.
This is cartel.
This is sick shit.
Fuckin' animals.
We need to get out there,
find out who the hell took out the Yardies.
You have any ideas?
Well... Roberto Ortega's uncle, Luis,
was just murdered. Defenestration.
Somebody threw him out a window.
Oh, so you think that the Marquez cartel
did this as retaliation?
Were they supplying the Yardies?
I don't know.
But we need to track down anybody
with Estrada or Marquez ties and find out.
Bodies were found in the Insane Princes' territory.
Rollin' up on some Princes is a good place to start.
Yo, Ashur.
Thanks for meeting me here.
I hear a lot of good things.
Let me ask you something.
How's your product been lately? Little slow?
There's a drought. Part of business.
A drought.
[chuckles, splutters] That's funny.
Who told you that? Miguel?
See, we ain't got that problem.
-What do you mean? -I mean
we got the feds in our pockets.
You come work with us...
there ain't no drought.
[tense music playing]
I don't think so.
Gonna sit tight with Miguel.
I thought you might say that.
Check that shit out, right there.
What you think?
That is beautiful.
Ain't she, though?
She got a sister too.
We got more guns than Miguel got funds
or drugs.
You come work wit' us,
you get all these. And this.
You get re-ups at the same price you was paying.
But the best part is...
no droughts.
♪ ♪
One announcement before we begin.
Hardwick had to leave town due to a family emergency,
so she's not gonna be with us for the next few weeks.
Everyone knows Trina Delgado.
She'll be working this one with us.
-Happy to be here. -Great.
Enough with the pleasantries.
So where are we?
How bad is it?
Claudia's testimony was the only thing
stopping the motion to dismiss
in Ortega's case.
[sighs]
And now she's dead.
And her number two, Elise, is in the wind.
We're fucked, and Ortega's gonna walk
unless we can pull a rabbit out of our ass.
Fuck!
[sighs]
[tense music playing]
What about Tommy Egan?
This feels like it has his fingerprints on it.
We should bring him in.
Delgado's right. Seconded.
[Stacy] No, this isn't Egan.
That rat was a message.
This is a cartel hit.
One of Ortega's goons shut her up.
That's fuckin' bullshit.
Egan already tried to kill her once before.
Stop letting your mayoral campaign
cloud your judgment, and go after him.
I seem to recall you urging me to get convictions
with everyone else a few weeks ago.
What changed?
[knock at door]
Sorry, Stacy. It's Donna Jackson from the DNC.
Shit. What line is she on?
She's in your office.
[sighs]
I'm gonna meet with Vic
and press him for the info on his sister.
Dismissed.
[Che] Gentlemen.
Hopefully business has been good.
Che, it been goin' great.
Got one here, two there.
That's everything. We'll take double.
Again.
[grim, dramatic music playing]
Would you also like double, Miguel?
Nah. I'm good with the usual.
Slow and steady wins races.
Nah, it's all good.
I mean, I'd feel some kind of way too
if the Assyrians left me for the opps.
Yeah, it's unfortunate.
Yeah, it's unfortunate, all right.
But don't worry, Miguel.
We're gonna take good care of them.
Oh...
Is there a problem here?
-Got no problem. -We good.
Yeah.
Let's get outta here, D.
You know, Miguel...
if movin' this amount of product is a problem for you,
just say so.
[in Spanish]
[car engine starts, revs]
♪ ♪
[Diamond in English] Yo.
Did you see the face on Miguel?
[laughs] Hell yeah.
He know his ass about to slide.
Yeah. We gonna push him right off that cliff.
I want Miguel living la vida broke-a.
-Damn right. -Feel me?
Hell yeah. Bet that.
In some other news, I'm gonna check in with Shanti,
see how she gonna lock down the clubs on the VT.
And then I'm gonna lean on Vic,
see how torn up he is about his sister.
Man, why the fuck we keepin' that piece of shit around for?
His days are numbered,
but I got a use for that stoolie.
Okay. Well, lay the plan on me.
Stacy Marks about to make a big show
of investigating me for Claudia's murder.
Vic gonna help me keep one step ahead.
Well, say what the fuck you mean, Tommy.
There you go with that shit.
[engine revving, tires squealing]
So how are you going to fix this?
Listen, I know it's a setback.
A setback? No, try Armageddon.
Claudia Flynn's death just nailed our optics to the cross.
[notification pings]
Jesus. Of course my assistant Rae
picked today to call in sick.
-Donna, I have a plan. -Oh, well, good.
It better involve figuring out who killed your greatest asset
in the Marquez case.
Because without convictions,
you can wave sayonara to the mayorship.
So figure it out.
[dramatic music playing]
[door slams]
[sighs]
[inhales deeply, sighs]
[siren blips]
[music fades]
Let me see your hands on the wheel, please.
[tense, suspenseful music playing]
Is there a problem, detective?
[Bobby] No problem.
We just wanna talk.
Not much of a conversationalist.
Got any weapons or drugs in the vehicle?
No, sir.
You, uh, you know anything about the Yardies
that were hung up in Little Village?
I hear it wasn't pretty.
You trying to be funny, asshole?
Nah, man.
I don't know shit about it.
We're just looking for a little information, okay?
Okay, we know the Insane Princes have ties
with the Estrada cartel in Mexico.
Anything you wanna share, we'd appreciate it.
-I don't know shit. -[Paul] Fuck this.
Get the fuck outta the car, asshole. Slowly.
Whoa, man! This the type of shit y'all on?
[Paul] Come on, move it!
Move your ass!
Make like it's product and step on it!
-Get out. Get out. -You just said slow.
Come on.
Put your hands on the roof.
Hey, come on, man. That's illegal!
That's ille-- That's illegal!
Put your hands on the roof.
[Paul chuckles snidely] Holy shit.
Jackpot.
Put your hand behind your back. Let's go.
[Paul] Oh...
Okay...
All done.
[in Spanish]
[in English] You been actin' weird, Yeya.
Is everything okay?
[tense music playing]
-Yeah. -[cell phone vibrates]
[in Spanish]
[in English] You got fuckin' pinched?
What's the bail set at?
[in Spanish]
[phone clatters on floor]
[in English] Fuck my life!
Who was that?
That was Cruz.
Cops pulled him over with five bricks in the car.
Bail is set at five million dollars.
One million per brick.
Now I gotta come up with ten percent to bond him out.
-Fuck! -[Mireya] Miguel!
And I still owe Che.
Hey, listen to me.
[in Spanish]
♪ ♪
So yeah... the plan worked perfect.
The press is already saying that Claudia was a cartel hit.
We in the clear.
-Beautiful. -[laughs] Yeah.
Glad the Wicked Witch of the Midwest is finally gone.
[laughs] The Wicked Witch...
Let's talk about money, though.
You got a plan to keep them VT clubs on lock
with Claudia and Elise gone?
Oh yeah. Don't even trip on that.
Elise's mother, she spends the day
at the Gold Coast at a social club.
So... I'ma pay her a little visit tomorrow.
I like that.
She don't know about it yet, though.
Oh, man. That's what I like to hear.
Always one step ahead of the problem.
Shit, I am the problem.
[dramatic hip-hop music playing]
Oh, shit.
A'ight, well...
guess I will see you later, Shanti.
-[Shanti] Yeah. -Yeah.
[music turns off]
Hey, yo, what the fuck?
You must be out your goddamn mind, Shanti.
Y'all niggas in here on some
secret squirrel shit or something?
Hey, now relax, J. Chill.
Damn.
I got a method to my madness.
Look, the tighter I get in with Egan,
the closer we get to Che.
All right.
I got some news on that Che shit, by the way.
We making inroads. We good.
What you mean?
[dramatic music playing]
Um, yeah... I-I took a meet.
With Diamond.
What the fuck?
So you went with your motherfuckin' brother
and you met with Che without me?
And you didn't even tell me?
I-I'm telling you right now.
A'ight? I mean, goddamn,
the shit just happened and I went with it.
I had to make a game-time decision.
What the fuck you expect me to do, Shanti?
Just turn down a goddamn opportunity
starin' me in my fuckin' face?
God, you should be fuckin' happy.
I did this shit for you.
For us, babe.
Okay? This is what we wanted, is it not?
Look, plans change, but at least it's still our plan, right?
♪ ♪
Right?
[whispers] Fuck...
Shanti?
Babe?
Shanti.
[keyboard keys clacking]
A'ight.
A'ight, I can tell you busy.
You know?
And that's cool. So, um, what I'ma do is...
I'ma go and handle this Manny Fresh pickup for you.
Okay?
You know? Give my queen a little time to relax.
I love you, bae.
[dramatic music playing]
["Movin Wicked" playing]
♪ It's 30 for the perkys Or you want the X ♪
♪ A nigga mention me In that very breath ♪
♪ They know that I'm willing To die for my respect ♪
[song fades]
-What up, J? -What up, doe?
-Good. -Out the way.
So you got that cash?
[Manny] Of course.
Girl, your ass on fire.
That's what I do.
That's why I love you.
What the fuck is that?
That's that fetty.
Goddamn, Manny. You fuckin' with that shit too?
-Yeah. -Girl, you know that shit
droppin' niggas like fuckin' flies, right?
[dramatic music playing]
This shit right here, J...
it's the purest fentanyl in Chicago, dawg.
This shit'll make you like ten times more
than what you lockin' down right now.
It's the future, J.
Hm.
And where you say you been gettin' that shit?
Real plugged thugs.
Chinatown.
[music fades]
I didn't like her, but she was my sister, you know?
I still loved her.
Now I have to plan her fucking funeral.
I'm so sorry, Vic.
What are you gonna do?
Been under Tommy and Stacy's thumbs for too long.
-[cell phone vibrates] -Gotta make a move,
but the less you know, the better, okay?
[notification pings]
You should get outta town.
I can't let you get hurt.
[elevator bell dings, doors open]
Well, well, well.
Ain't this domestic.
Yeah. Hardly.
Thanks for a good time, honey.
Nah. For real?
I didn't know that was your style, Vic.
A lot you don't know about me, Tommy.
How the fuck you get up here?
Only Claudia had the keys.
Yeah, well...
I took 'em off her.
[tense music playing]
You ain't feelin' soft about your sister,
now are you, Vic?
Nah. You did me a favor.
She tried to kill me, remember?
[Tommy] Yeah. So you ain't have nothin' to do
with lettin' her into my loft
and almost gettin' the drop on me?
Why the fuck would you think that?
I mean...
it ain't like a stool pigeon
who's already working with the feds
would double-dip again with his sister...
right?
Right.
But if you knew,
why didn't you come for me right away?
It's called a dye test, Vic.
Had to make sure you wasn't making no moves.
If you set me up, you'd probably try skippin' town.
But I didn't. And now you know.
I'm not trying to fuck you over, Tommy.
[tense music playing]
Well...
By the way, Stacy Marks is gonna set up a meet,
if she ain't done it already.
About what?
-You'll see. -You know what, Tommy?
You fucked your whole plan, right,
to get a mayor in your pocket.
Stacy's never gonna get elected without convictions
and she can't get those without Claudia.
Maybe you right.
But just because your daddy was a gangsta,
it don't make you hard, Vic.
You might be the last Flynn standing...
but don't forget...
I fucked your girl and broke your best friend's arm
the day I got to Chicago.
So never in your life get it twisted
who running shit.
I said set the meet...
so set it.
♪ ♪
[cell phone vibrating]
[missed call pings]
Fuck!
[music fades]
[cell phone ringing]
[ringing continues]
[missed call pings]
What the fuck?
[line ringing]
[woman] Planned Parenthood. How may I assist you?
[ominous note resonates]
[tense music playing]
[monitor beeping steadily]
[Ortega] Is everything ready?
Egan's a tricky sumbitch.
He rotates his drops.
Never goes to the same spot at the same time.
But I got intel on where he's gonna be at tomorrow night.
He's gonna be leaving a dinner with me.
Doing a pickup with the RDs.
[in Spanish]
[door lock buzzes]
[door unlocks]
[in English] Let me tell you a story about my family.
My grandfather was the most important man
in our village in Mexico.
Loved. Feared.
A man you did not cross.
If you made an enemy of him,
he had a tradition.
He would send his victims something before killing them.
A calling card.
The passiflora.
The Mexican passion flower.
Consuming its purple leaves helps you sleep
and my grandpa was telling the receiver they would soon...
sleep forever.
Then Tommy Egan killed my Uncle Luis.
And if he is not avenged,
you will receive the passiflora in his place.
Egan dies tomorrow.
Or you do.
[ominous music playing]
[music fades]
You dropped this.
What, are you upset?
I get that you didn't want it...
but what I don't understand is...
why you didn't talk to me first.
I did want it, Tommy.
I was so excited to come home and tell you.
Till I got here and saw
fucking blood and bullet holes everywhere.
Yeah, I'm sorry you had to see that.
Nah, don't apologize for that.
This is a dangerous life that I choose to be in with you.
But a child?
An innocent baby?
It doesn't have that choice, okay?
[suspenseful music playing]
You don't have to worry about hurting me, Mireya,
by taking care of yourself.
I'm in love with you.
And I'm down with you.
No matter what you choose.
[music turns somber]
[Mireya whispers] I didn't do it.
What did you just say?
I couldn't go through with it, Tommy. I...
I want to have this baby with you.
[gentle music playing]
I'ma be a father?
[laughing]
-A fuckin' father? -Yes!
But wait. I don't understand.
What changed?
I never thought I could start a family of my own
because I'm a Garcia and I've always been so alone.
But when I was in there,
I-I realized I'm not... alone anymore.
I have you now.
[whispers] I have you now.
And I know no one will protect us
the way that you will, Tommy.
You goddamn right.
[music fades]
[Jenard] Bro!
Nigga.
I got the motherfuckin' plug, D.
[laughs] We 'bout to be on.
-Man, what you talkin' about? -Check me out.
Manny Fresh?
She got the A-1 plug on that pure fetty
straight outta Chinatown, right?
She talkin' 'bout steppin' on that shit nine, ten times.
Now, you know how much motherfuckin' money
we gon' make if we do this shit?
You gon' need a bigger safe.
You know Tommy don't fuck with that fentanyl, man.
Fuck Tommy, bro.
For real. How many motherfuckin' times
is you gonna let this white boy in our business?
Are you gonna ask him to fuck your bitch too?
Exactly. Come on. We on that.
Look, now's not the time, man.
Right now, we need to be focused on gettin' rid of Miguel's ass.
That's what we need to be worried about.
Miguel? Wh-what?
Ain't nobody worried about Miguel, nigga.
What the fuck? Come on.
We can get down on his ass anytime we want to.
But speaking of, though, um...
what'd you do with the guns, bro?
Where the blicks?
Tommy made a deal with the Assyrians,
so he used the guns.
[scoffs] Wait, huh?
Bro, for real?
Who the fuck do this nigga think he is?
Them was our guns, D.
Us.
[tense music playing]
Bro...
On some real shit, fuck Tommy.
For real. A'ight? I say that shit all the time,
but listen to me on this one, okay?
Because the Diamond I know would never let
some neutron-ass white nigga from New York
come up in Chicago and tell him
how to conduct his business, nigga.
On God.
We got a direct plug all the way to motherfuckin' Hong Kong
with this fentanyl, nigga. What's the problem?
Now, you really 'bout to just leave all this money
on the table for him?
Hell motherfuckin' nah.
-That's what I'm sayin'. -Let's do it.
Goddamn! 'Bout time.
Now, how we gonna slide it past Tommy though?
[splutters] You the one
just said he don't wanna fuck with the fentanyl, so...
We gon' get the coalition to vote against him. That's how.
I'ma put that shit to a vote.
Coalition law, right?
-Hm. -Yeah.
And then we'll see how the mobs feel.
Come on now. That's what the fuck I'm talking about, D.
That's it. That's what I've been waiting on, right there.
It's about goddamn time.
My nigga.
Yeah.
[Mireya giggles]
Mm!
Oh, I, um... I have to ask you something.
-[laughs] Yeah, what's up? -About Miguel.
Well, that's a real mood killer.
Cruz just got arrested with drugs.
Miguel's already really in deep
and now he needs another 500K to bond Cruz out.
And he still owes Che.
I'm just worried he's in real danger.
Look, baby...
I promised you I wouldn't hurt your brother...
I ain't gonna throw him a fuckin' life preserver.
And shit, this good for me.
It's good for us.
This makes us one step closer to being the main connect.
Then everything we ever wanted is ours.
I want family.
And that includes my brother.
[groans]
If he gets hurt, that will hurt me.
Deeply, okay?
Look, I'm not naive, okay?
I know I'm asking for the impossible here,
but it's the only way.
Please.
-Please help my brother. -I-I...
He has the same blood as our baby.
["Superman" playing]
[Tommy sighs]
[scoffs]
♪ Run ♪
♪ To me ♪
♪ It's nothing ♪
♪ Even if I thought that I ♪
Okay.
♪ Couldn't handle it all By myself ♪
♪ I'd rather do something Than nothing ♪
[whispers] Thank you.
You're welcome.
♪ I would ♪
♪ Chop down wood ♪
♪ Just to make you a pencil ♪
♪ Times two just to make you Feel good ♪
Ha.
["Nina" playing]
Boss?
You have a visitor.
[dramatic music playing]
The fuck are you doing here?
I'm saving your ass, Miguel.
That makes you whole.
Go ahead. Take it.
[hushed chatter in Spanish]
All your problems are solved.
Why would you help me?
You can thank your sister for that.
She told me that you was down bad.
Made me promise to bail your ass out.
Oh, I'll, uh, see you at the restaurant tonight?
Dinner's on you.
[dramatic music playing]
[sirens wailing in distance]
Hey, Vic.
Can we get this over with?
-My sister just fucking died. -[Stacy] I know.
I've been puttin' out fires nonstop since it happened.
And listen, now that I finally have you,
did she say anything about meeting with anybody
before she died?
Tommy Egan?
I don't have to tell you shit.
I would watch my tone if I were you.
Or do I have to remind you that you work for me?
I was just about to ask you the same motherfucking thing.
-Fuck is he doing here? -Trying to make sure
that no fuckery's happening behind my back.
I guess I was right to worry.
Well, I don't have a choice.
The entire department thinks you killed Claudia.
Can't be out here slow pedaling.
I might got a fix for you.
I can take you to Claudia's killer.
I bet you fuckin' can.
Nah, for real. I'll get you a murder weapon too.
You gonna arrest a Marquez soldier for the Claudia hit.
I'll get you a time and location.
You want me to help you frame the Marquez cartel?
It's good for everybody.
You get your arrest. It's a win-win.
I'm not gonna help you frame an innocent man.
"Innocent" and "Marquez" don't even belong
in the same sentence.
Maybe you didn't hear me! I'm not gonna fuckin' do it.
All right. That's enough.
It's time for you to play fuckin' ball.
Or your dreams of being mayor are over.
That Alicia video goes straight to the fuckin' 9:00 news
and everybody gonna see that you took money from me
and you knew where the fuck it was coming from.
Fuck you!
And you know what?
I was gonna help you.
You coulda had a whole new life in Alaska by next month.
You're so full of shit!
You make promises and you get people killed.
You think I'm weak?
That I'm some easy mark you can use as a pawn and throw away?
Well, let me fucking tell you...
I killed my father.
And I killed Vargas!
What the fuck are you gonna do about it?
Nothing. You know why? 'Cause you can't.
You're compromised,
and you're as dirty as us.
So do what the fuck he's telling you to do
or we'll hang you out to dry.
[grim, tense music playing]
What's the address?
[music fades]
I thought a ride down Sheridan would help cheer you up.
We literally rode past Loyola and Northwestern.
You think that helps?
Don't trip about that shit, shorty.
A'ight? It ain't that big a deal.
How is getting a partial scholarship not a big deal?
Baby girl...
It's a lot of colleges out there.
I mean, it's ones that's gonna be begging for you to come.
They'll pay for that shit.
But they ain't Spelman.
You right.
But hey, you know Atlanta far as fuck.
If you go to school out here, you can see me e'eryday.
You don't get it. Don't you care about anything?
You don't got dreams, D?
Oh, I forgot.
All you care about is this CBI bullshit,
money, and that damn bike.
Hey, that's not true.
A'ight?
Look. Come here, ma.
Look at me.
We gon' figure this out together, okay?
You wanna go to Spelman, we gon' make that shit happen.
I'll pull some strings.
I'll make some big moves. Whatever you want.
But we gonna do it for you, a'ight? I got you.
-Just stop being so mad. -Whatever.
I'm not 'bout to talk about this shit right now. I'm out.
[door opens]
A'ight. Then, I...
guess I'll see you later.
-[door closes] -[cell phone vibrates]
A'ight. Bet.
[speaking in Mandarin]
[grim music playing]
[in English] Go.
You want to work with us.
And do you vouch for your partners?
Yeah.
My bad.
Yes, Madame Wu.
Can't nobody vouch for us.
We vouch for ourselves.
Fentanyl is serious business,
and I'm afraid mistakes...
will not...
be tolerated.
♪ ♪
Nah, you ain't gotta worry about that.
We good.
[Madame Wu] A few weeks ago,
someone robbed from one of my dice games.
I had to let security go.
These...
are their body parts.
There ain't gon' be no mistakes.
Okay.
Let's talk numbers.
Let's.
[commentator] Jeffrey "Bubba" Smith
versus Michael Sparks!
Two behemoths battling here in the City of Lights.
Both fighters are looking good tonight.
Ooh, and Michael Sparks is down!
[laughs softly]
[dramatic hip-hop music playing]
-[dog barking] -Oh, shit!
[tense music playing]
♪ ♪
Welcome home, hermano.
-How'd you do it? -Do what?
How'd you get me out? We didn't have the cash.
[in Spanish]
[in English] Are you fucking kidding me, jefe?
I thought we were smokin' that motherfucker.
-Is that shit off now? -[Miguel] Fuck no.
That motherfucker's gonna be dead in a few hours.
And guess what.
We still keep the cash.
Once you hand this to Che and make us whole again,
Tommy fuckin' Egan will be a distant memory.
Hm?
[indistinct chatter]
Yo, we turned this shit up a notch, big bro.
You damn right.
We in expansion mode, motherfucker.
Yeah. We definitely winnin', fellas.
There we go. Mm-hmm.
Shit feel a little strange
keepin' Tommy out the loop, though.
["Grave Digga" playing]
Yo, what the fuck you talkin' about?
Nothing. I just think Tommy shoulda been there, that's all.
Hm. So what, you this nigga's bitch now?
No, nigga. It's not like that, J.
I just think that if Tommy-
[grunting]
[bottle shatters]
I don't give a fuck what you think.
See, I'm tired of you motherfuckers
second-guessing me.
I run this shit!
[grunting]
Get his bitch ass outta my sight before I kill him.
I got you. I got you.
I got it.
Get his ass out!
["Grave Digga" continues]
Fuck 'em.
All of 'em!
What the shit?
[grunts angrily]
You know, I was surprised to get a text from you.
I know. I was in a mood.
I thought you was mad at me.
You know I cannot stay mad at you for very long.
Why? 'Cause you feelin' me? Say you not.
I really shouldn't be here right now, but...
Mm...
somethin' about you just keeps bringin' me back.
Why you lookin' at me like that?
You really don't know how special you are, do you?
[laughs] She tryin' to make me blush and all.
No! I'm bein' for real.
You better than all this shit.
It's like everyone can see it except for you.
Look, all I know is this life right here.
All my dreams are set in Chicago.
But the world is bigger than the South Side, D.
You don't have to be on these streets if you don't want to.
You got the smarts to get up outta here.
Look, just...
School.
Consider it?
At least for me?
[laughs softly]
For real!
Think about it for me.
A'ight.
For you, I'll think about it.
Hold on. Hold on. Hold on.
I ain't tryin' to overstep, you know what I mean?
I know you said you weren't ready.
I did, but...
I just wanted to make sure you wasn't on no bullshit.
You wasn't gonna disappear on me again.
Look, after spending some time wit' you...
it just showed me that this is something real.
["I Have No Regrets" playing]
Wait, so...
you sayin' like...
Yeah.
♪ I shoulda known This would happen ♪
♪ Fell in so deep ♪
♪ Who am I to stop this flame ♪
♪ Stop this flame ♪
♪ Let it burn slowly ♪
♪ My emotions make decisions ♪
[sports broadcast plays on radio]
What is this bullshit, huh?
I tell the guy ten times, clean the fuckin' bathrooms again.
On the fuckin' floor. Sit the fuck down.
-[explosive gunshots] -[glass shattering]
-Oh, shit! -Down, down, down!
[grunting]
-Got him. -[Vic] Check who's left.
Okay. Okay. Okay. Don't shoot.
-Yeah? Shut the fuck up. -Don't shoot.
Get over there.
You're nothing without your gun.
You know you fucked up, right?
No, you fucked up when you came into our neighborhood!
-These are our clubs. -[Vic] Yeah?
Well, let me show you what we're gonna do to all your people
if you don't get the hell outta here.
-[tense music playing] -[grunting, groaning]
-Put your mouth on the counter! -No!
You don't have to do that, man.
No. No. [grunts]
[speaks indistinctly]
Open it.
You don't have to do that.
[ominous music playing]
-[grunts] -[squelching thud]
Message received?
Get the fuck outta here.
[announcer] Stacy Marks is a straight shooter.
She'll hit the mark for you, Chicago.
[chatter, laughter on video]
Paid for by the Friends of Stacy Marks for-
[sighs]
[cell phone vibrates]
[ominous music playing]
Elena?
Tell Tseng to grab Delgado and get in here now.
[Elena] Tseng, Stacy needs you and Delgado in her office.
[knocking]
-What's up? -Anonymous tip.
We have Claudia Flynn's murderer.
He's hiding out at his mom's house. Let's go.
-[Tseng] Wait, what? -[Delgado] What?
[Stacy] I'll fill you in on the way. Let's move it.
[officer] Police! We have a warrant!
Let's go. Let's go.
Move. Move. Move. To the right!
[Stacy] Move. Move. Check everywhere.
-Look through everything. -Man, what the fuck is this?
Hey, hey! Keep him up there!
I'll check the kitchen.
Check the fireplace.
[suspect] Get your hands off me.
Hey. Don't mess with that.
What do you think you're doing?
[Stacy] Check the fridge and check the stove.
[suspect] You know who I am?
[officer] Get the fuck outta here.
[Stacy] Check everywhere. Look through everything.
[Delgado] Got a gun!
[Stacy] We got him.
[officer] Second floor's clear.
[suspect] Where are you taking me?
Take your hands off of me.
You still haven't told me what this is about.
Fuckin' assholes.
Get your fuckin' hands off me!
Hey, that ain't mine.
Yeah, everybody says the same shit.
Get him in the car.
Let's go!
[tense, dramatic music playing]
[music fades]
Yo, yo.
What's this?
Just some diamonds for my baby, that's all.
Hm.
Man, come on, girl.
You know I'm down wit' your ass like four flats on a Cadillac.
And I promise you, I'm still good
with our plan for my brother.
I just...
I just need a little time to wrap my head around the shit.
A'ight?
Come on, baby. It's always just been the two of us.
Come here.
Not tonight.
I think we, uh... we both need a little more time.
[ominous music playing]
A chain don't fix the shit you did.
[chatter]
[mellow music plays in restaurant]
[sighs]
Okay, enough. Look.
Miguel...
I need you to consider yourself
Tommy's protector...
I don't need no protectin'.
...if you want to be our child's tio.
[gulps]
[tense music playing]
You're, um... [clears throat]
-You're... you're pregnant? -[Mireya] Yeah.
So I really need you to do this for me,
if you ever want to see me
or my baby...
ever.
Okay? You two need to learn to play well together.
We're a family now.
[sniffs]
Miguel?
[waitress] I can take that whenever you're ready. No rush.
[Tommy] Thank you.
Hey, why don't we cut all this bullshit?
You don't like me,
and I sure as shit don't fuckin' like you.
But this about family. Mireya is my family now too.
And I will do anything in my power to protect her.
And our child.
You understand?
-[waitress] All set? -Yeah, I gotta bounce.
[Miguel] Bueno...
Why don't we stay for dessert?
I just wanted to talk to
my future nephew or niece's father just a little more. Hm?
Yeah. Yeah, can you-- can you stay?
I mean, I-I gotta be somewhere.
[Miguel] Do it for me, Tommy.
Do me a favor and just stay.
Please.
♪♪♪
[Titus] Yeah, I got you, Egan.
[music builds rapidly]
[music falls off abruptly]
Where the fuck is Egan?
[phone line ringing]
Jefe...
Egan's a no-show.
[Ortega in Spanish]
[car engine starts]
Yeya, you remind me of Mama so much right now.
-Really? -Yeah.
Hmm.
You know, Mama's the reason I became a nurse, right?
I had no idea.
Yeah.
She got really sick, and I took care of her
as best as I could back then,
but her- her cancer just got worse and worse and, um...
-Yeah. -[Tommy] Wow.
What was she like?
She was beautiful.
Ohh. Then she was exactly like you.
Mama was the most amazing woman in this world.
She was smart like you.
And stubborn as hell like her too, Tommy.
Stubborn? Tell him I'm not stubborn.
-Yeah, you a little stubborn. -Stubborn? Me?
-[Tommy] Stubborn. -I'm not stubborn.
-[Tommy] You are. -[cell phone vibrates]
[Mireya] Oh, please. You guys are crazy.
Why all the hate?
[Tommy] You stubborn as...
What animal is stubborn?
-Stubborn like a what? -[Mireya] I'm like an ox.
-I'm strong like an ox. -You're strong like an ox.
[piercing, steady tone]
[grim, dramatic music playing]
♪ I'll shoot a nigga I'll stab a nigga ♪
♪ I'll cut a nigga I'll buck a nigga ♪
♪ If I got to I'll jump a nigga ♪
♪ When I start shootin' Start duckin', nigga ♪
♪ Guns blazing When they start waving ♪
♪ Just know It's like 100 niggas ♪
♪ If I get my gun Then you better run ♪
♪ Guaranteed I'm gettin' one of you niggas ♪
♪ What's happenin'? These Niggas say they want static ♪
♪ Till they get caught up In traffic ♪
♪ Nigga, what's happenin'? All of my niggas is active ♪
♪ Bodies get found In a casket ♪
♪ Nigga, what's happenin'? ♪
♪ You know I'm loadin' the chopper ♪
♪ All you gon' hear Is boo blacka ♪
♪ Nigga, what's happenin'? ♪
♪ I'ma aim Straight for your mata ♪
♪ All of your homies In trauma ♪
♪ I'll shoot a nigga I'll stab a nigga ♪
♪ I'll cut a nigga I'll buck a nigga ♪
♪ If I got to I'll jump a nigga ♪
♪ When I start shootin' Start duckin', nigga ♪
♪ Guns blazin' When they start wavin' ♪
♪ Just know It's like 100 niggas ♪
♪ If I get my gun Then you better run ♪
♪ Guaranteed I'm gettin' One of you niggas ♪
♪ What's happenin'? These Niggas say they want static ♪
♪ Till they get caught up In traffic ♪
♪ Nigga, what's happenin'? ♪
♪ I'ma aim Straight for your mata ♪
♪ All of your homies In trauma ♪
♪ I'll shoot a nigga I'll stab a nigga ♪
♪ I'll cut a nigga I'll buck a nigga ♪
♪ If I got to I'll jump a nigga ♪
♪ When I start shootin' Start duckin', nigga ♪
♪ Guns blazin' When they start wavin' ♪
♪ Just know It's like 100 niggas ♪
♪ If I get my gun Then you better run ♪
♪ Guaranteed I'm gettin' One of you niggas ♪
♪ What's happenin'? ♪
["What's Happening?" continues]
[song fades]