02x03 - w*r & Ice Cream

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Previously on Force...

I know that somebody
in the Flynn organization

sh*t Liliana, and when I
find out who it is, they dead.

When they thought I was out cold,

I heard them talking
about the drop they got.

They're f*cking dead!

Right now, we just let
these m*therf*ckers

fight each other
while we expand our territory.

We just gotta figure out
how to move all this weight.

One of our opioid batches
was processed incorrectly.

We can foist these on the South Side.

I need you, Victor.

- Only if Claud's out.
- Fine.

I'm back working with my father again.

I'm gonna take Walter down
from the inside.

You gave Vic my project?
I f*cking k*ll for you,

and all you do is spit on me
every chance you get.

If you can get support from CPD,

I might be able to give you
your task force.

I just need CPD

to get the commander to lobby with them.

I'm not getting in the middle
of you and my boss.

If you make a move on Tommy over Chewy,

I won't be able to keep a lid on.

We got to press pause
on that Tommy sh*t.

So that's it.

Tommy f*ckin' Egan

is not the priority right now.

- What the f*ck?!
- Help! Help!

f*ck!

Ah, m*therf*cker!

Yo, what happened?

f*ck does it look like happened?

Somebody tried to take me out!

Who?

I don't-you-you just...

I don't know who!

I didn't ask him to identify hisself

while he was in the middle
of f*ckin' unloadin'

his clip into the side of my car.

It's definitely Treason.

They knew exactly who I was
and where to find me.

That don't mean it was them, right?

- Yes, it do!
- Maybe the Serbs

- figured sh*t out.
- The what?

- All right.
- Or... Miguel did it.

We need to unload the sh*t
we stole from him quick.

Well, I'm already working on it.

Yo, D. A little girl got hit.

- Is she dead?
- It didn't look good.

These m*therf*ckers
don't even know how to sh**t.

It was definitely somebody
in Jenard's crew.

It was payback for Chewy.

Otherwise, they would have come
for you too.

Tommy, I told you,

smoking Chewy
would start an all-out w*r.

You did.

Let me talk to Jenard.

I'll talk to him.

Now only if you give me your word
you won't escalate sh*t.

Oh, I can be diplomatic.

You have my word.

Man, what the f*ck you want?

The f*ck you think I want?

I don't f*ckin' know, n*gga.

Yeah, right. Like you or one
of your punk-ass crew

didn't try to take a sh*t
at me last night?

Look what you f*cking did to my ride!

Oh, sh*t.

You ain't got control of your people.

You don't know sh*t about me
and my people, white boy.

What I do know is that you told Diamond

that you put a f*cking lid
on payback for Chewy.

I also know a little girl is now dead.

That's right, Jenard.

And as f*cked up as that sh*t is,
it's also bad for business.

Yo, well you should
have thought about that sh*t

before you popped Chewy.

You know what you should
be thinking about right now?

How you gonna get
the m*therf*cker that did this,

because if you don't get him,
then I'ma have to do it.

And if I got to do it...

you next.

Everything okay?

Just business stuff.

Oh, that's how you want
to play it, mystery man?

I just don't like to mix
my business with pleasure.

Unless you trying to get in the mix.

Depends on what we baking.

It involves moving product in the joint.

You want help moving dr*gs
in Southville?

Today, Southville.

Tomorrow, Joliet.

Hold up.

So that's what this
has been about, business?

No.

What, you thought
you would come up in here,

a former prisoner,

and dickmetize me
into moving dr*gs for you?

Look, I wasn't even thinking about dr*gs

when we started this.

You know what? Just forget I asked.

I'm just playin' with you.
What kind of weight we talking?

Hold up. You with it?

Yeah, for a price.

And by that, I mean a big price.

Mm. Hmm.

Okay, but... so you got the people?

You know how to do it?

Of course I do, n*gga.

Now let's talk numbers.

Okay.

But first...

Let me dickmetize you.

Mm.

Latisha Palmer!

- Say her name!
- Latisha Palmer!

Eight years old.

She got sh*t coming out of a store.

Her mother just bought her
a Snickers candy bar,

her favorite. I'm tired of being angry.

And I'm tired of being sad.

We need to stop g*n v*olence
in our streets,

and we need to do it now!

It's no accident

that this rally is on this avenue,

where the v*olence between g*ng factions

is particularly bad.

Where that n*gga K at?

In the last year, we've lost...

"Those that'll tell don't know,

and for those that know don't tell."

What the f*ck does that sh*t mean?

Hey. You know, Lil K
did the right thing...

Shut yo' goofy ass the f*ck up.

Am I talkin' to you, n*gga?

A'ight, n*gga. Better don't.

Look, if you see that n*gga K,
let me know.

Heard.

It's time we stop

the v*olence plaguing our city.

That's why I'm pleased to announce
the formation of a joint

CPD-FBI-DEA task force

run by the U.S. Attorney's Office.

We're going to end

the drug trade.

We're going to find
the people responsible

for devastating our communities.

And we're gonna put them away for good.

Uh, you do understand

the concept of chores, right?

Yeah. That's when you overpay me

to do stupid stuff
around the crib, right?

Please tell me that your mother
did not pay you to do chores.

Nah, she wasn't around much.

But you know, you weren't
around at all, so...

So yeah, well I guess we haven't
talked about that yet,

me not being around, you know?

Do you have any questions
that you want to ask me?

You know what? I do got a few questions.

So I know you're gay
and all or whatever.

But is that a reason
to leave your family?

Oh, I didn't leave my family.

Your mother hid you from me.

I tried really hard to find you.

Tried hard? Dad, we in the same city.

I'm .

How did I find you before you found me?

Look, Darnell, it's...
it's complicated, okay?

- And there's a lot of...
- JP.

Come here.

Hey, man.

Hey, you seen anyone weird around?

No. Why?

Someone took a sh*t at me last night.

- What? You all right?
- Yeah, yeah. I'm fine.

Hey, look, you know how to handle this?

- Yeah, but...
- All right, good.

I need you to keep that around
in case some sh*t go down.

Unc, where my g*ns at?

Can I get them back?

No.

Why not? It's a w*r coming.
I can't be naked in the streets.

Okay, I'ma let you handle
this bullshit right here.

Just do me a favor, man. Be careful.

Keep that piece close.

A'ight.

Uncle Tommy...

Dad, I can't get it back?

What did we just say?

Man, that sh*t f*cked up, man.

D-Mac, wait.

- f*ck that.
- D-Mac!

Is CPD actually gonna show up,

or is this a joint task force
in name only?

They'll be here.

Vargas, what do we know
about last night's sh**ting?

Do we have anything that can tie this
to any of our players?

Eyewitnesses say the target was driving

a vintage blue Mustang.

Hmm. Pretty rare car.

Exactly.

Question is, if Tommy Egan
was the target, why?

Maybe it's payback for Chewy

getting sh*t after flipping
from CBI to Treason.

You're thinking Egan
was Chewy's sh**t?

Makes sense.

He's embedded himself
pretty deep into CBI.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

I told you I would not
intervene with my commander

to get you this task force.

Bobby, I need you to calm...

I told you it would hurt my career.

And your response to that

is to specifically request
that I get detailed to it?

Bobby, you're
the best person for the job.

You went behind my back.
You planned this.

You didn't even say anything to me.

Okay, that's not true.
It happened in the moment.

Oh, bullshit, Stace.

You play chess while everyone
else is playing checkers.

You're the only one that I can trust.

Oh, come on. Don't do that.

Don't try to make me feel guilty.

You prioritize your case over my job,

hell, our marriage,

because you got your eye on being mayor.

Where you going?

What's done is done.

It'll take me five minutes on the street

to find out who k*lled that little girl.

We need to bring him in
before CBI takes him out.

n*gga, n*gga, what the f*ck
are you doing?

Ain't no girl gon' be able
to get that in.

Oh, sh*t.

She would if I was f*cking her.

You know what I'm saying?

My bad, player.

Yo, what's up, T?

Yo, Big Smurf,
I need you to find Jenard.

And when I do?

Just keep eyes on that m*therf*cker.

He's supposed to take out
one of his crew.

I need to know who it is,
and when it's done.

Say less.

All right.

_

I gotta talk to you.

No, Ma, no.
I got too much sh*t going on.

Only gonna take two minutes.

No, oh. Ma, I got nothing here,

but if you go to the barber shop,
Diamond will hook you up.

Look, will you just
sit down for a second?

I got something important
I need to tell.

I'm f*ckin' serious, Ma!

I had such a f*ckin' rough night,

- you wouldn't believe it...
- Tommy, I wanna make amends.

A-what?

You know, AA.

The-the-the-the ninth step.

We make amends to the people
that we've hurt.

Oh.

sh*t, I didn't know,
but this ought to be good.

Please.

Um...

I wasn't the perfect mother.

And I'm sorry.

That's it?

You got a whole f*ckin'
notebook full of sh*t,

and that's what you come up with?

Why the f*ck do you have to do that?

- Do what?
- Make this hard for me.

Hard for you? What the f*ck

did you think was gonna happen?

That you was just gonna
come in here and say,

"I'm sorry, Tommy.
I wasn't the perfect mother."

And I was gonna say,
"No, Ma, you was great."

And then we was gonna hug it out?

You don't think I was a great mother?

Jesus Christ, Ma!

Ain't that the f*ckin' reason you here?

Oh, you tell me what I did wrong.

Let me think about that for a second.

There was that time
when I was six years old

and you disappeared for a f*ckin' week,

and I had to f*ckin' steal food
from poor Mrs. Jenkins next door.

Wow. You had that handy. Okay.

Well, how about when we went
to Coney Island

that time when I was nine?

Remember, I asked you for months

for black raspberry ice cream
from Coney's Cones?

No, we couldn't get any
because you f*ckin' spent

all the money getting high
on the way there.

Or how about when I was years...

Oh, you got a list?

_

Okay. Hey, Ma.

I got so much pressing sh*t to do.

Okay.

But thank you. Good talk.

Here you go.

Yeah. Yeah.

I'll say this.
You gave yourself a purpose

and a legitimate reason
to stay out of prison.

I'm encouraged by what you have here.

Uh, thank you, sir.

Hey, I catch you later, fool.

And hurry back.

Don't be bullshitting out there, boy.

This hair ain't gonna sweep itself up.

Uh, and don't forget my scratch-offs.

Yes, sir.

Ooh, that boy ain't got the sense

God gave a billy goat.

But he's fam.

Promised my niece I'd give him a job.

Keep him out the gangs. You know.

Sometimes it's all it takes,
doing what you can.

You could take a cue
from your colleague here, Sampson.

Deepen your connection to the community.

Maybe give some free haircuts.

Hmm.

You should really seriously consider it.

Okay. I definitely will.

See you soon, Mr. Sampson.

Twice, I've had to postpone this meeting

because your sister
changed the passwords

on the dialysis accounts.

She's just trying to get your attention.

She tied up my money.

What, she out of her g*dd*mn mind?

Tommy leaking Dahlia
was a huge loss for her.

It was her only sh*t in the game,
and it blew up in her face.

Plus, she had all
of her money sunk into it.

You think Egan knows

that she's the one
that k*lled the wee sidekick?

No, but I think he suspects it.

That probably explains
why he wants to meet.

He reached out to you?
When are you meeting him?

Don't you worry about Egan.
I'll handle him.

I need you with your head on straight.

I'm fine.

What's the big deal
with this meet later anyways?

It'll help me get Dublin off my back.

I thought you handled them.

Everything in life has a price,
Victor boy.

And this deal will help me pay it.

Ay, nice.

One. One-two.

Combo.

Good. Good. Hold on.

Hey, Slim, give him four more rounds.

What's up?

That n*gga Lil K took a sh*t at Tommy

after I f*ckin' told him not to.

- That's what's up.
- sh*t.

Did he get him?

No.

That's besides
the f*ckin' point, Shanti.

Where the n*gga at?
You know where he hidin'?

You can't make a move on him, J.

Yo, why the f*ck not, huh?

Look, my word got to mean something.

I hear that.

But n*gg*s is emotional
about a white boy taking out Chewy.

The way they see it, he gotta pay,
and Lil K was in the right.

If you take Lil K out now,

you will have a mutiny on your hands.

So I'm just f*cked either way.

Nah, f*ck that, a'ight?

And f*ck you for taking
that n*gga's side.

I'm not taking his side. Damn!

Where he at, Shanti?

Probably at his grandmama's house.

She stay over there
off Adams and Kilpatrick.

Be careful, J.

Hadn't heard from you
in a minute, Walter.

I was starting to think you backed out.

You don't trust me?

Walter, if this happens,

I think we'll both be very happy.

But trust is a fragile thing
in our line of business.

Oh, no. Trust is everything.

See, I'm Walter f*ckin' Flynn
for a reason.

I've owned this city for long years,

and not once have I ever
reneged on a deal, ever.

- Have you?
- No, I haven't.

And I am confident you
and your son will find

this opportunity to be very lucrative.

Good. f*ckin' marvelous.

Pay the man.

No need to count it. It's all there.

Drink?

Yeah, thanks. I'll be in touch with you

with the details of our courier drop.

You still planning
to move it on South Side?

Damn f*ckin' right I am.

That sh*t will sell
like f*ckin' fireworks

on the th of July over there.

Yeah. And no one will give a sh*t

if a bunch of monkeys drop dead, right?

Excuse me.

Is there a problem?

Nah. We got no problem.

Is there, Victor son?

No. No, there's no problem.

South Side's the obvious
place to unload it.

Here's to making money.

- To making more money.
- To making money.

Ah, let me guess.

You want us to help you find
those m*therf*ckers

that pulled that hit on your truck.

I already found 'em.

No! No! Please, no!

Please, Miguel, no! Don't k*ll me!

I didn't do sh*t!

No... no!

Miguel, no!

No... jefe, no! No!

The Insane Princes are a family.

_

_

Is it not?

_

So my heart is broken.

My family has betrayed me,

sold me out to the Serbs
for a higher price.

_

Do you think I'm f*ckin' stupid, Florez?

You two are the only ones

who knew the details
of the drop in advance.

_

_

Watch your grip, guero.

Aah!

Due respect, Miguel,

what the f*ck does this
got to do with us?

I just wanted you to see what
happens to those who betray me.

Hmm?

Now get the f*ck out.

Por favor, no.

Jefe, no. No, no!

No! Aah!

Now that sh*t was bananas.

You think he knows?

Listen, he just froze
two of his own soldados

and let us walk the f*ck out of there.

- Naw. He don't know.
- No, he got a suspect,

or he wouldn't have called us in.

Man, we got to slow our roll.

Nah, we need to speed our roll up.

If you worried, we should be
moving product in Southville

as fast as possible.

You already got the wheels
in motion with what's her name.

With Kendra.

But if Miguel got people on the inside

and he presses to find out who
bringing the extra product...

He already got the two guys
that he think done it.

We good.

Not if this sh*t with Jenard
blows out into an all-out w*r.

Now that hit they put on you, man,

got the homies fired up right now.

And plus, I just heard

that the Feds
are announcing a Task Force.

Would you look at this

ridiculous t*nk?

Oh yo, Big Smurf say Jenard on the move.

He better be looking for that cocksucker

that took a sh*t at me. Kick the tires.

- Do you hear what I'm saying?
- Would you relax?

The Feds always got a Task Force.

When your little bro
takes out his renegade Treason,

we can tell our guys to stand down.

- And what you gonna be doin'?
- Meet with Walter.

See if I can get him
to step in his own sh*t

and give up Liliana's sh**t.

Can I use the restroom?

So, you got anything
you want me to tell your mama?

Yeah. I need more commissary money

and Ramen noodles.

Egan.

So what's this about?

You here to apologize for k*lling

Claudia's designer drug?

Way I hear, you don't want
your daughter in them streets.

So I'm thinking I did you a favor.

Why don't you show your gratitude

by telling me who sh*t Liliana?

Liliana. That's the wee sidekick's name?

- That's funny.
- Yeah, well, I'm not gonna

f*cking tell you that, laddy.

Walter, you tell me who done it,

and then we can broker a peace.

I don't wanna dead
any more of your business.

What, you think 'cause you affected
Claudia's little project,

you can actually put a dent in my shite?

I think I been f*ckin'
with your sh*t pretty good

- since I got to town.
- We're f*ckin' done here.

Yeah, you better believe we done.

But let me ask you something.

If it was just one of your soldiers,

I don't get why you give a f*ck.

Because maybe that's the way
you deal with one of your own.

It's just not the way I deal with mine.

Interesting choice of words.

"One of your own."

This is bullshit.

Even if you told him who did it,

I wouldn't trust this mope
to keep a peace anyway.

"Mope"?

That's a New York word, Paulie.

That makes me miss my city.

See, Chicago...
this place much more wild.

Dangerous.

You f*ckin' threatening me?

You take that any way you want, Walter.

But if I was you, I would
just be f*cking careful.

- Oh, yeah?
- You take care, laddy.

What the...

f*ck?

What the hell?

Oh...

mother... f*ck!

Yeah. Bring the car around.

What the f*ck was that?
Those ain't our guys.

CBI been flooding the joint, hermano.

We can't get our product in.

That's f*ckin' bullshit.
We run the g*dd*mn joint.

I want you to have this sh*t sewed up.

Handle this sh*t. Now.

f*ck's Claudia doing here?

What the f*ck is wrong with you,

- breaking into my apartment?
- Not now, Claudia.

That's no way to talk to your father.

Oh, fine. Are you the assh*le
who broke into my safe

and stole all my cash and jewelry?

No one broke into
your apartment, Claudia.

- f*ck off, Paulie.
- All right, so, yeah.

We did break into your apartment

and also canceled your credit cards,

- in case you didn't notice.
- I'm not !

One thing you should have
learned growing up in my house

is do not f*ck with Daddy's money.

Everything I had was in that safe.

You should have thought
about that before

you changed the passwords
on the dialysis accounts.

Okay, look, maybe we can
take this down a notch, huh?

I just came from a wee chat
with Tommy Egan.

He's this close to figuring out

that you pulled the trigger on Liliana.

Jesus Christ. What did you tell him?

I wouldn't sell my family out,
and not to Tommy f*ckin' Egan.

But I'll tell you this, girl,

you f*ck with me one more time,
and I'll pull your security.

- Wow.
- Be prepared to take

a few f*ckin' punches.

- Can I help you, Detective?
- I'm looking for Lil K.

- I don't know who you mean.
- Wendell.

- I'm looking for Wendell.
- He's not here.

I want to help him, Ms. Kingston.

I ain't fall off
the turnip truck yesterday.

What do you think he's done?

He took a sh*t at some
very dangerous people.

If you know where Wendell is,
I can protect him.

You and I both know
protecting little Black boys

ain't what y'all do in these streets.

But I'll pass on the message.

Good afternoon.

- Hey, hey.
- Hey.

What are you up to?

- Is that my shirt?
- Yeah.

Making a cake for D-Mac.

Does he even like baseball?

Well, he told me he liked the Bears.

That's football.

Oh, f*ck.

Well, it's the thought that counts.

Hey, JP.

Um, I want to talk to you.

I want to make amends...
for leaving you.

Wow.

So...

I'm sorry.

What? You don't accept my apology?

No, it's-it's just, uh...

Why did you leave me?

Oh, honey.

It wasn't because I didn't love you.

I was only ...

You were only when you had Tommy.

- Well, that's different.
- Why? Because I'm Black?

I-I didn't leave you
just because you're Black.

But partially because I'm Black?

I don't like the way this is going.

I am not a r*cist. I am a f*cking ally.

You know, if you were too young

and-and couldn't handle raising
a Black baby, just say that.

Oh, you make it sound so simple.

It wasn't. It was complicated.

Yeah. Uh, you know what?
Just-just forget it.

Oh, come on, JP.

n*gga, I thought I told you
to press pause

on that Tommy sh*t, huh?

It was the wrong f*ckin' call.

n*gga, you disobeyed a direct order.

And on top of that, you ain't
even hit the m*therf*cker.

Your stupid ass k*lled a little girl.

Now the Feds on our ass.
Give me one reason

why I shouldn't
whack your goofy ass right now.

Come on.

You boys want some Toll House cookies?

Yes, ma'am. Ooh-whee.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

- These good.
- Have some more.

You k*ll my grandson,

you best be ready
to sh**t his grandma too,

'cause with that cauliflower ear,

you ain't gonna be hard
to pick out of a lineup.

n*gga, when I say jump, I swear to God,

all you better f*ckin' say
is "How high, Jenard?"

You feel me?

Thanks for the cookies, ma'am.

- Yo, we got a problem.
- What now?

Cellblocks got raided at the 'Ville.

- We lost keys.
- keys?!

How the f*ck did that happen?

- Rojas.
- That m*therf*cker

- you put in a wheelchair?
- Mm-hmm.

I thought you said
you had COs in your pocket.

Yeah. Looks like he does too.

Well, let's set up a meet.

You going to Southville?

How about we get him a new lawyer?

You know anybody that ain't afraid

to get their hands dirty?

Yeah, I know a girl from round the way.

- I'll put it in motion.
- All right.

What's up with Jenard?

Big Smurf said he was about
to f*ckin' make a move

on one of his boys, a guy named Lil K.

But he got interrupted.
I'll give him a few more hours.

m*therf*cker doesn't get it done,

- I'ma do that sh*t myself.
- And the meet with Walter?

Claudia k*lled Liliana.

- He admitted that?
- Not directly, but he really

didn't want to give up the sh**t.

You just can't k*ll Claudia
over a guess.

This ain't no f*ckin' guess.
I feel that sh*t in my bones.

Dude, you need to confirm that sh*t

- before you pull up on her.
- A'ight, fine.

- I'll look that bitch in the eye...
- _

and see what she got to say.

- Hi, I'm Kate.
- Hi, Kate.

I'm a-a alcoholic and an addict.

I- I've been uh, ten days
sober yesterday.

Thank you. Thank you. And I...

you know, I feel like
I'm coming out of a fog,

you know, not being drunk
or high all the time,

which is great.

But it's also really f*ckin' hard,

'cause I'm...

I'm starting to get some clarity and...

and what's clear...

is that I was a really...

bad mother.

Uh, really, truly bad.

I abandoned one baby, and I was...

really shitty to the other.

And I, uh...

I tried to make amends
with them this week,

which, uh, didn't go so good.

Um, the one I left was... is Black,

and I was so young.

My f*ckin' mother kept talking about

how hard our lives are gonna be

because he was Black, and I just...

couldn't do it.

How am I supposed to tell him that?

And I, uh...

I don't know what to do
with all these feelings,

because what I used to do
is drink and use over them.

So, uh, yeah,

that's what I got.

Thank you for sharing.

. What's your emergency?

Yeah, I want to report
a drug dealer on Washington,

west of Morgan.

He's wearing gray pants, a blue shirt,

and he's got a briefcase
full of opioids.

All right, we'll get to it right now.

Hey, Pop. It's me.

Listen, we got a huge f*ckin' problem.

Thanks for meeting me.

What do you want?

Claudia, you know what I want.

I want to know who sh*t Liliana.

I have no f*cking idea.

Oh, yeah? Maybe it was
one of these lunkheads.

This guy was there.

How about I just k*ll him,
we call it a day.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

We're good.

You k*lled her, didn't you?

There were a million b*ll*ts
flying that night, Tommy.

I mean, have you even considered
it might have been friendly fire?

Why don't you just admit
that you did it?

You'll feel better.

Maybe you had to do it.
It was you or her.

See, I'd understand that.
I just need to know, Claudia,

so I can stop thinking about it.

I f*ckin' knew it was you.

Go ahead.

You won't make it very far.

It wasn't me.

You can keep saying that.

But I know it was you.

And as soon as I can confirm it...

you dead.

And you won't even see it coming.

I promise. So you sleep tight.

Who the f*ck are you?

I'm Jenny Su. Your lawyer.

Diamond Sampson sent me.

Oh, he sending me hos now?

- Mm.
- I like lawyer p*ssy.

Or do you got some baggies
up your snatch?

I'm here with an offer.

Diamond would like you
to team up with CBI.

You get your products from him
instead of the Serbs

- at a much better price.
- Let me tell you something.

Diamond Sampson put me
in this damn chair,

so I'm don't give a f*ck
if he got $ keys

all that sweet lawyer
p*ssy in the world,

'cause it wouldn't be enough.

I'll never f*ck with CBI.

- Oh.
- You got that?

Mm.

Thank you, sir, for the cut.

Call me David.

Keep those speeches up like that,

I'll be calling you sir soon enough.

And where'd you learn how to
move a crowd like that anyways?

You're like a...
a young Barack out there.

I don't know. Just instinct, I guess.

Well, it's pretty brave to get up there
in front of all those people.

- Was you nervous?
- Not really.

I just need people to know

what it's really like
growing up on the South Side.

I mean, I'm only ,

and a lot of my friends
are dead or in jail already.

I've been to more funerals
than I have birthday parties.

Well, you look good enough
for the White House.

Thank you, sir.

- David.
- Yeah.

Good luck.

Hey, check it out.

You think you better than me, n*gga?

- What?
- You at the...

at that f*ckin' rally
talkin' sh*t about the hood

like a f*ckin' snitch.

Man, leave me alone!

Run them f*ckin' Js.

Yo! n*gga, you better raise up!

The hell was that? What was that?

- It's nothing.
- Leon, you can't let people

put they hands on you like that.

Now why ain't you fight back
or something?

I know you not about that v*olence,

but you have to learn
to protect yourself.

You at least know how
to throw a punch, though?

All right.

Looks like we got something to work on.

Come on.

I'ma take you home.

Wendell Kingston? Detective DiFranco.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

- Nah, man, you can't.
- Hello again.

I can either air all your business out

in front of your grandmother
or you can give me two minutes.

Grandma, you can go inside
and cash your check.

- I'll be in in a minute.
- You sure, baby?

Mm-hmm.

Tommy Egan is a stone-cold k*ller.

He's not gonna just put
a b*llet in your head.

He's gonna make you suffer.

Yeah, I have no idea
what you talking about.

Hey, we got two eyewitnesses
to you being the sh**t,

and we recovered two b*ll*ts,
one of which has your prints on it.

So, I don't know, you want
to eat life without parole,

or you want to help us
bring down CBI and Tommy Egan?

So you want me to snitch?

You k*lled an eight-year-old girl.

I want to see you rot in a prison cell,

but I'll settle for you saving yourself.

You don't got no eyewitnesses, do you?

Or no prints.

Because if you did, I'd already
be in handcuffs by now.

- I mean...
- Exactly.

Hey, my guy, you don't help yourself,

you're gonna be dead by tomorrow.

Get your... Dude, get your...

My grandson under arrest, Detective?

Or is he free to leave?

He's free to go.

What the hell we doing in here?

Oh, look here. What's this?

You pushing dr*gs, Rojas?

Come on. You can't do me like this.

Here's how I see it, inmate.

With this, you lose a year of good time,

plus, you get hit
with another drug case.

- This is f*ckin' bullshit.
- And you do a year in a hole,

which means you get
shipped off to Pontiac Max.

We send you there,

this wheelchair is gonna be
the least of your worries.

Or let me guess... I can play
ball with Diamond Sampson.

You do that, this never happened.

You make a lot of f*ckin' money
and everybody eats.

This ain't a hard decision.

Okay then.

Stop.

Mirkovic wants his payment.

Look, I need a couple days, all right?

- Get out of the car.
- Man, I ain't getting the f*ck

out of my car.

Come on, man. f*ck.

Keys.

Look, bro, listen to me, a'ight?

Let Mirkovic know that I'm good.

I got him next week, all right?

Next week, right, I'ma get my sh*t.

I'ma get my sh*t.

f*ck! f*ck, n*gga!

f*ck!

_

Answer my question, and you can live.

Turn around slow. Slow!

Was it Claudia
that sh*t my friend that night?

- I know you was there.
- f*ck off!

Damn it... sh*t! Gah...

Just tell me who it was.
You can come work for me.

I'll pay you three times
what they was paying you.

Don't make me sh**t you
in your good leg.

I don't know sh*t, and even if I did,

I wouldn't tell you.

Oh, I admire your loyalty.

- What happened to your whip?
- None of your f*ckin' business.

What, you got something
to say, n*gga? Speak.

I mean, you the one always talkin' about

don't get high on your own supply, so...

- Pull over.
- Yo, chill, G,

- I didn't mean no dis...
- n*gga, pull the f*ck over.

Why you ain't tell me you got
questioned by that detective?

'Cause it was nothing to tell.

He ain't have sh*t, and I knew it.

- That easy?
- Yeah, that f*ckin' easy.

You ain't make a deal with him?

The f*ck is you talking about?

Hmm?

You ain't wearing
no f*ckin' wire, is you, man?

- What the f*ck is you...
- You ain't wearing no fuckin...

Why you in here talkin' 'bout my supply,

trying to get me to muh-f*ckin'
say I sell dr*gs, n*gga?

- What the f*ck is up? Huh?
- Get the f*ck up off me, man!

You the one letting outsiders
in and then k*lling our guys.

A'ight? You ain't got a bag,
you ain't got a pot to piss in,

and now you got your
m*therf*cking hands on me?

Get your hands off me, bro.

n*gga, what the f*ck
you just say to me, huh?

Huh? What's up?

Boom, n*gga! What up? Huh?
What's up, huh?

n*gga, what? Mm-mm.

Let it go, n*gga. What's up, huh?

What's up? Come on, n*gga. Hell no!

What's up? Come here, n*gga.

- Jenard, chill, bro.
- No, n*gga.

You chill, bitch.
Yeah. No. f*ckin' p*ssy.

I told you not to do that sh*t, n*gga.

Huh? Did Tommy see you pop that n*gga?

f*ck. f*ck.

f*ck.

Okay. Okay.

Let's get this together.
Let's get this together.

Okay.

f*ck.

f*ck.

Get the f*ck outta here.

Mmm.

_

Hmm. Hmm.

Hey, Ma. Come on.

- Get up.
- Oh, God, I fell asleep.

Yeah, yeah, come on, come on.

- Let's go.
- Yeah.

- There you go.
- Yeah.

- Hey.
- Yeah.

Thanks for the ice cream.

Yeah.

Come on, go to bed.

Okay. I'm up.

Walter, I appreciate the invite.

I know we can find a solution.

There's only one solution.
You give me my money back.

- But my courier got arrested.
- That's not our f*ckin' fault.

I gave you money,
but I don't have any product.

I shouldn't be the only one
losing a fortune here.

How about we split our losses
and we go our separate ways?

Sounds like he's trying to f*ck us.

I'll give you back half the money.

Like a gentleman.

Yeah, f*cking white collar

cocksucker.

You think you can f*ck me over?

f*ck you. I'm the one
getting f*cked over.

You f*cking simpleton!

You see what you've done?!

- He was bad for business.
- Now we never see our money.

And you just f*cking
screwed me with Dublin.

He insulted us.

Don't you think that's worth
all the f*ckin' money?

Clean up, you f*ckin' shite!

Darnell, you asked me
before how you found me

before I found you.
I owe you an explanation.

- It's okay.
- No, it's not.

Everybody deserves the truth.

You deserve the truth.
When your mom and me split,

I was still ashamed of who I was.

So when she told me
that you would be better off

not having a father who was gay,

part of me believed her.

I should have tried harder to find you.

And I really,
really regret that I didn't.

I'm sorry. And I hope
that you can forgive me.

I hope that we can...

start over.

Okay.

Yeah?

Well, then bring it in, man.

I love you, son.

Good night, Darnell.
Don't stay up too late now.

Good night.

_

That another girl from around the way?

It's nobody.

Hey, let me ask you a question.

Do you think dude's little hand bits

just melted like snowflakes?

You got some f*ckin' balls

calling another meeting with me.

Well, Miguel, I think
you'll find this meet

- mutually beneficial.
- We're ready for another re-up.

- We want a lot more product.
- Help me understand.

On the last re-up, you asked
for double the product.

- That's right.
- Which you paid off

immediately. And now you want more?

- Yeah.
- Even after CBI split in two?

How the f*ck are you moving
so much product?

We got a new business venture

in what you might call
an untapped market for us.

- Southville Prison.
- The Serbs have Southville.

- Not no more, they don't.
- How did you manage that?

That prison is the one place

that I know better than the South Side.

Huh. How much product do you need?

We want double
than what we had last time.

And we'll take even more than that

if you give us a discount for bulk.

Not today, guero.
But I'll think about it.

g*dd*mn son of a...


f*ck me.


Yo, what you want? Blow? Or that H?

Let me get two bags of the hairon.