Previously, on Power...
I want you to give this to Tommy Egan.
The clubs will be open soon,
and our stuff will be flowing in no time.
Chicago, they need answers soon.
Keep my phone.
What if something happens?
How are we supposed to reach you?
- You're not. - That's the final payment.
From this point forward, everything stops with Tariq.
What the fuck makes you think everything stops?
The prosecution's willful misconduct
was improper and conducted in bad faith.
Mr. St. Patrick,
you can go home.
Yo, Slim, you here yet?
Oh, what's up? What you doing here?
- So you got the kid? - You're damn right I got him.
We're gonna get the money from Ghost for holding his son.
And then we're gonna kill 'em both.
So what you need me to do?
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Hey, brother, I'm out.
We need to talk, so hit me up.
Something big.
Can't wait, Tommy.
Want some coffee?
Sure.
Where the kids?
Well, Yas is with Mama.
Thank you.
Tariq spent the night over at Calvin's.
And Raina's at a sleepover too.
They'll be back sometime this afternoon.
I just figured they'd be here,
you know, seeing as though I just got out.
I figured we'd celebrate as a family.
Yeah, well, the kids have been through a lot, Ghost.
They just need some time.
We need to talk about Tariq.
Guess you need some time too, huh?
Where'd you sleep last night, T?
Raina's room.
T, you didn't have to do that.
You know how much I appreciate you...
What you've done for me, standing by me.
Mm-hmm.
Especially, you know, with everything we've been through.
Yeah.
I was thinking that we could, uh...
Hey, hey, hey.
I was thinking we could start over.
Put the past in the past, you know, like...
I...
I don't know about that, Ghost.
I thought we were just staying together for appearances.
You know, for the Feds, in case they come back around.
Terry said the case isn't over yet.
I wish Angela never came to the club that night.
Can't change what happened, though.
I can tell you it's over.
- Over? - For good.
Are you kidding me?
I just watched that bitch blow up her whole life
in open court so you could walk.
- Tasha, that was... - You know what?
Let's just... let's talk tonight.
I'll let the kids stay out.
Mama can keep Yas.
But we need to go now.
Yeah, we'll definitely talk tonight.
Fuck.
Excuse me. Quick comment?
Quick comment about your situation, Mr. St. Patrick?
A quick comment? Please, sir!
How does it feel to be a free man, Mr. St. Patrick?
Sir, a quick comment?
Mr. St. Patrick?
Anything?
Mr. St. Patrick!
James, it's so good to see you back in a suit.
You look like a-a new man.
And you look the same.
I always look the same.
I have quite the ghastly portrait in my attic.
Uh, that's a reference to a book, James,
about a beautiful boy named Dorian Gray...
Yes, I've read it. Look, I hate to break up
our book club we're having,
but I'd like you to get out of my club.
Why are you so suspicious of me,
when all I want is the best for you, for everyone, really?
It's obvious you're not here to throw me
a welcome home party, Simon, so,
let's cut to the chase.
What a way to talk to a creditor.
You owe me a substantial amount of money.
I'm here to collect.
Oh, I see you haven't spoken to your wife, Tasha,
about the little deal we made while you were away?
- No, I haven't. - Then I'll inform you.
I gave Tasha an awful lot of money for something in return.
- Tasha took money from you? - Mm-hmm.
- How much? - Oh, details are so gauche.
If you agree to work with me in a new business venture,
I will forgive every cent of your loan.
- That shit again. - No, no.
Something better.
A real estate group. You would be the CEO.
I'd simply be a silent partner.
Silent? What's in it for you?
Well, the business under your name would garner
a minority business development loan,
and a tax break that will make this lucrative for both of us.
Okay, so you've come to my club to tell me
you need my black ass to make you more money?
Diversity is all the rage these days.
We have so much to talk about.
Why don't we order in, James?
I love Chinese, don't you?
Uh, the food and the people.
I told you I would be in touch.
And yet somehow, I ain't heard from you.
You've been out long enough to put that phone
in Tommy Egan's hands.
Now, you didn't forget our little deal, did you?
I talk to Tommy in exchange for my silence
about your mishap with the Marshal.
I haven't forgotten, and I repeat, old man:
I will be in touch.
Right.
Is everything all right, James?
What the fuck is taking you so long?
Where's Ghost? Where's the money for Tariq?
I had to hit pause on that. Ghost got too much heat
on him right now for me to make a move.
Well, you better get moving, motherfucker.
Or I will put a bullet in this boy's ass for fun.
I ain't no fucking babysitter.
Don't fuck this up.
I ain't gonna fuck this up... why you keep saying shit like that?
I ain't gonna make a move till I can get him clean.
Where you got Tariq?
Queens.
I'll give you the address once Ghost's ass is in the car
and the money's in hand.
Don't call me till you got good news.
Was that Slim?
Oh, you eavesdropping now?
Nah, I was just hoping to see him like you said I would.
I'm gonna have to be home later.
What I said was that he was out
getting crew and supplies for the lick.
And I thought you said
you were all covered with your moms.
I am, but she's gonna call, and I'm gonna have to go home.
The last time I disappeared, I told her
it's not gonna happen again.
I got you, little nigga. Don't worry about it.
Me and Slim got all this under control.
All he needs is a little more time to crew up.
Give me your phone.
I'll handle your moms.
- Wait, it's Tariq. - _
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Sorry.
Okay.
The Feds took the chains off the weave shop this morning.
Yeah, it'd be nice to get things up and running again.
Like I said, it'll be nice to know what the fuck is going on.
What is life supposed to look like now that Ghost is out of jail?
Is he staying back at the penthouse?
Yeah, but we ain't getting back together for real.
We just got to play house and...
be a united front for the Feds, you know.
I'm not talking about for you.
I'm talking about for me.
What is my life supposed to look like now?
And can my business go back to being regular?
Just a weave shop, not no drug money shit?
Look, we got to keep moving things
like we have been for a little while.
Tasha, I want out. For real.
I promise you, you will.
As soon as we can.
Mm, so, um,
you talk to your new man last night?
Nah.
Cell phone must be broke or something,
- 'cause I ain't heard from him. - Well, he'll come around.
You know better than anybody how these men are.
I sure do.
Look, I got to roll.
I got a lot to do to get the weave shop open again.
All right. Go ahead.
I know how thirsty these bitches are to get they hair did,
so...
Bye, Tasha.
_
Tommy...
I hope you get stuck on the way down.
Motherfuckers.
Mr. Egan.
Jason Micic.
Good to meet you in the flesh.
Something happened where you had to move out in the middle of the night?
No, nothing like that.
We're expanding into new areas.
This is one of our new spaces.
Hmm.
Look, I know why we're here.
The money that should be coming in from our pharmaceutical weight.
We had a small hiccup with the distribution.
Have you figured out a solution?
We have. We're going back
to the courier method from the old days.
And we set up a small, private gambling operation
so even more money'll be coming in.
You turned a setback into a win. I'm impressed.
Yeah, well, me too.
But you know, I've been doing this shit for a while,
so...
I can go home now?
You can stop looking
over your shoulder, Tommy.
Nobody's coming through the door with a gun.
I'll relax when I get back to New York.
Ah, yes. New York.
Not without its fair share of difficulties.
But we can't control everything.
Ghost was a concern, but now that he's out of prison,
we can relax a little.
He's out?
Ghost always lands on his feet.
It's time for all of us to move on from Ghost.
Permanently.
Yeah, it's not a problem.
Just tell him we've been selling drugs in the club.
He'll understand that he doesn't have an option but to go along.
You're not going back into the club.
You're not going back to work with Ghost.
I need him off the table entirely.
Jason, um,
all respect, all right, but,
I've been down this road before.
I'm not gonna kill Ghost.
All right? It's just not gonna happen.
Bodies are bad for business.
If Ghost goes now, they'll be looking at you.
It's a bad relationship, Tommy.
I want you to cut all ties with him entirely.
For good.
And that's what you brought me to Chicago for?
Mostly.
But there is other business too.
You ever been to Los Angeles?
No, I don't like dry heat.
I would like you to consider taking a trip out there soon.
Meet some mutual friends.
We are expanding our reach.
We'd like to see if you can run both coasts.
But Ghost can't be anywhere near it.
Do we understand each other?
Yeah, we do.
Good.
More conversation to come.
There is a celebration tonight.
Ooh, tonight? I was thinking
of driving back to New York tonight.
If we're done.
We're not done.
Stay the night. Celebrate with us.
Chicago-style.
- BG. - Sup?
- What up? - Good.
Yo, you seen Tommy, dawg?
Nah, man. I haven't.
But it's not like we talk every day.
All right, well, I got to tell him something.
He's got to know right away, all right?
- All right. - So let me know if he hits you.
Sure thing, boss.
There he is. There's that motherfucker.
Stay here.
Yo, what's up with this urgency shit, man?
I've got to meet Ghost at the club.
Ghost? Wait, he's out?
Does he know we're running shit through the club?
I don't know, but I'm about to find out,
so if we're done here...
Yo, we ain't done, dawg.
Not by a long shot.
I saw you talking to Kanan.
Tommy specifically told us to stay away from that motherfucker,
even shoot to kill if you saw him walking around.
What the fuck was that about?
The nigga shows up at Truth.
I can't shoot him in the club, can I?
It ain't no big deal, man.
The nigga wants to get back in the game.
I told him Tommy ain't with it. He pushed.
I shut it down. Simple as that.
And you told Tommy about all this, right?
No, I didn't tell Tommy about all this.
Never had a chance to, man. What's up... what's up with this?
You suspecting me, asking me questions and shit
like you my bitch or something, dawg.
Look, trust me.
I'm loyal, man. All right?
I even found us a new primera.
- We don't need to expand. - I don't know, man.
You heard from the other primeras asking about Cristobal
getting extra keys?
He ran his mouth.
I know 'cause he ran it to me.
Fuck!
Look, look, look.
I know some cats who got beef with their connects.
I don't got the details yet, but look,
you want to meet up with them?
I got to talk to Tommy first.
Oh, my God, yo, when was the last time
Tommy didn't want to make money?
You know he's about the hustle.
And you know if you ask Tommy before you meet with them,
he's gonna ask you why does he always have to wipe your ass for you.
Dawg, you're the man.
You're the Distro.
You tell him Cristobal's a problem,
and you show up with a solution already in hand, man.
Set it up.
My man. I got you.
Got you.
_
Was that Slim?
When is he gonna be here?
Look at you, all star-struck on a lick.
Slim's slowing down in his old age.
The future's with little niggas like you.
Hm.
So how'd you get your nickname, Jukebox?
When I was a kid, I knew all the songs on the radio.
I could imitate anybody.
Were you good?
I was better than good.
I was great.
What you want to hear?
What does your moms like?
She used to sing me this song called,
Midnight Train to Georgia.
I'm not sure who sing it, but...
Gladys Knight.
Can you sound as good as my mom?
Your moms couldn't touch me.
On her best day.
You ever hear of Ma-hah-lia Jackson?
Ma-hay-lia.
And yeah.
? His eye ?
? Is on ?
? Sparrow ?
? And I know ?
? He watches ?
? Over ?
Lights out, little nigga.
Ghost.
We need to talk about Tariq.
No, I think we need to talk about you first.
At the club today, Tash, once the chains were off the doors,
I realized it's like I never left, right?
Everything in its proper place,
including Simon fucking Stern, only this time
not because I made a deal with him,
but because you made a deal with him!
Come on, Tasha. Behind my back?
Yes, okay?
I made a deal with the devil because you
left me with no other choice.
Then if you knew it was the devil,
why wouldn't you talk to me first?
Wow.
Coming from the man who does whatever the fuck he wants
without consulting anybody!
You were on the inside, okay?
Decisions had to be made for our family.
The Feds froze our accounts.
We didn't have enough money to take care of the kids.
Money from Milan should have been more than enough.
Shit, we didn't have to pay bail.
Unless there's something you're not telling me.
No, there's nothing else.
I handled it.
Besides, Stern agreed
that we could pay him back over time.
Stern lied.
He don't want money. He wants me.
To work with him.
No shit.
I knew he was lying.
But you're smarter than him.
I know you're not gonna let him beat you.
What's the business?
Real estate.
Guess he needs a black face for a tax break and a headline.
Hmm, well...
it's good press.
That could work both ways, right?
I mean, Simon Stern doing business with you
is good for your image.
Look, I know you, Ghost.
You are gonna figure out a way to use him to win.
Hmm.
I don't know how to trust you, Tasha.
I don't know how to trust you either, Ghost.
But if we're gonna make this work,
we don't have another choice.
_
Why don't you tell Dre here a little something about your boy Julio?
Julio should have been dead when he left the Toros Locos.
Ghost stepped in and saved his life.
Bought his way out.
Well, Ghost is out the game, so that deal is dead.
And with Ghost out the picture,
Julio's life is, um,
up for grabs.
So what are you thinking?
I'll deliver Julio to you, and you take him out,
but I have one condition: you don't make it look
like a Toros Locos kill.
That way you're protected,
and so am I.
We good?
Yeah, we good.
Let's kill this motherfucker.
Whoo! Last time I drank this much,
I set a guy on fire.
No, I got fired. Sorry, from my job.
It's a different story.
Wait up. You had a normal job, job?
Don't get crazy. It wasn't the fucking post office.
I was a bouncer at a strip joint when I was a kid.
My moms made me get the job.
Your moms?
- You're serious. - Yeah.
The Boy Scouts was all full.
Nah, that was a cushy job, man.
As much booze and girls as you wanted.
I mean, I got paid to fight.
I said, "Sign me up, motherfucker.
I was born for this shit right here."
I found what I was good at.
The hustle. The grind.
This game right here, you heard me?
Your boy Milan,
he liked the grind.
I mean, he had that security business on lock.
Smart cover.
In his prime, Milan was very, very valuable.
Yeah, I thought he'd be a moneymaker for you,
which is why I was surprised
that the Milan kill got approved so easily.
I thought there'd be some pushback.
Milan was on his way out.
He was a very strange man.
His death just moved up the timetable.
Well, happy I could help.
Right?
And call me crazy, I don't like a guy that eats people.
I mean, is that a Serbian thing?
I don't hate it, I just don't like it.
Ah, yeah. Serbian specialty.
Hey, hey, hey.
Hoo, that's nice!
Yeah, hook a brother up. Let me get one more.
I haven't been this fucked up since I used to do goofballs.
Rakia's very potent, huh?
Like I said, it's one of our specialties.
You know, I'm not a specialty kind of guy.
I like to keep shit simple.
Might have to sit this one out, because...
Whoa. The fuck is going on?
Yo, Dre!
Yo, Dre, where you at?
_
Mother...
_
Blood in, blood out.
_
Ghost bought your freedom.
But Ghost is out of the game.
Every breath you take
is a disrespect to the Toros Locos.
This ends now.
Three against one?
Que pasa, Bub?
Eh?
_
Ah! Ah!
Let's go, motherfucker. Let's go!
Let's go! Come on!
Ah!
Ah! Come on!
Fuck yeah! You want a piece of this?
You want a fucking piece of me, bitches?
Fuck!
Ah!
_
Ah!
Yo, yo, yo. What the fuck?
Ah! Hey, you lucky I'm cramped from being in that motherfucking trunk.
Fuck off me! Yo, get the fuck off of me!
What? Yo, yo.
Yo, yo, yo, my man, what the fuck is going on here?
I thought we was getting along.
We was talking expansion and shit.
Oh, you best be here on vacation or some shit,
or I'ma pull your throat out through your asshole.
Tommy, you are going to die for killing Milan
without getting Jason's approval.
You little cocksucker.
You think you gonna run game on me?
I was burying people alive when you were still
shitting yellow, motherfucker.
Look, I don't know what this motherfucker's angle is,
but he signed off on the Milan hit.
He was down, and he said that you was down too!
He is trying to save his own life, okay?
I did not know anything.
Come here, you fucking...
_
Ah, fuck!
Ah!
_
Now, Petar told me
that a rival gang killed Milan.
That's what Tommy told me.
But I did not know Tommy killed Milan.
You lying piece of shit.
You was in the room!
Jason, Petar said that you cleared the hit.
That's what I'm telling you, all right?
Petar played us both.
Tatiana...
Petar...
Tommy...
Tatiana, thank you for telling me who to believe.
Yeah, rot in hell, you fucking bitch.
I think you'll be a great successor to Milan.
I hope we'll be in business for a long time.
Me too.
Although I didn't particularly enjoy my ride here,
I respect the way you guys work.
But trust me, I ain't never
gonna let you walk behind me again.
Fair enough.
After you.
You're a funny guy, Tommy.
Yeah, you ain't seen nothing yet, hmm.
_
What the fuck, man?
Couldn't get rid of me that easy, motherfucker.
Right? Don't try no stupid shit.
We got Tariq.
You do exactly what the fuck I tell you to do,
or we gonna kill that little nigga.
You put a hand on my son, Kanan, I will fuck you up...
You ain't gonna do shit. You ain't the one giving orders.
I am, and you get your snitch motherfucking ass in that car,
and you do exactly what I tell you to do,
or Tariq is dead.
- What's this about, man? - Don't fucking play stupid.
You know what this is about. It's payback time.
Look, do whatever you got to do with me, all right?
Just leave my son alone, man.
I do whatever the fuck I want to do.
Isn't that what you did back in the day?
Didn't give a fuck about what nobody else think but you, right?
Put me in jail.
My son ain't had shit to do with that, man.
This is between you and me, K.
If you gonna kill me anyway, I'm just asking you:
why the fuck he got to get hurt?
Keep your mouth shut, all right?
Don't say nothing else, before you say something stupid
and I put a bullet in your brain.
Just keep driving.
I know you too well, motherfucker.
Don't you do nothing you'll regret.
Pull the fucking car over.
Put it in park.
What the fuck, man?
You better not pull no motherfucking bullshit moves,
or Tariq is gone for good, you hear me?
I'm not fucking playing with you, man.
K, what I got to do to get my son back, man?
Money.
Come on, K, I just got out the motherfucking joint.
You know that. I'm low on that, man.
I ain't got no fucking money right now.
Well, if you want your son alive,
you'll figure some shit out.
Not having no money never stopped you from getting money before.
Look, man, I might know of a place, all right?
Where we can get some cash, but the shit ain't gonna be easy.
Life in the game ain't easy.
You know that.
It's your move. Let's go.
Hurry up.
Hold on a sec.
Shake it off. Come on.
I got to go.
My mom likes to pick me up early.
I got to be standing outside Calvin's pretty soon,
or I got to call him and tell him to cover for me.
You're not going anywhere.
Just tell Slim I'll call him.
Now look what you made me do.
- Hello. - Hi.
You're a little early for the open house,
so I'm not quite ready.
I just want to take a quick peek.
Okay, well, it's 2,200 square feet total,
and that in there is an extra room
that you can do whatever you want with.
Could be a den, or an extra bedroom.
What's a den?
Is this a safe neighborhood?
Oh, yeah, it's... It's real quiet.
Real peaceful place.
Good.
I'm looking for some peace and quiet.
I'm thinking about relocating from NYC.
Well, you couldn't find a better place at a better price.
- Yeah? - It's a buyer's market.
Are you a family man?
Nah.
Single.
Yeah, haven't been lucky with love.
Your luck could change.
You ever wanted kids?
Wasn't in the cards for me.
How about you? You got kids?
Two girls.
I bet.
You love your little girls, don't you?
You like fucking your little girls, Sam?
W-what kind of question is that?
Maybe you should leave.
Nah.
I ain't going nowhere.
I'm calling the police.
I told Holly she should call the police on you.
But she never did.
You know Holly?
Holly Weaver, my niece?
I know Holly, yeah.
And I know what you did to her.
Every night when she lived with you when she was a kid.
Oh!
I don't know what she told you, man.
But she wanted it.
She wanted it, and I gave it to her.
That was all.
She was nine years old, you motherfucker.
Some girls are faster than others.
Ah!
You shouldn't have touched her!
You shouldn't have touched her, motherfucker!
You shouldn't have touched her!
_
Tariq all right?
We holding him close till we get the paper.
Well, let me talk to him. Can I talk to him?
After you deliver the cash, you see him face-to-face.
Not before.
We're here. This is it.
What is it?
Tommy's stash house...
This is where we gonna grab the money.
You gonna rob your own friend?
Why that don't surprise me?
All right, so K, I'ma just hold tight right here while they unload.
There'll be one on the outside, three on the inside.
I'll go around the backdoor.
Come in through the side, catch 'em by surprise.
I taught you well.
All right, I need a piece.
K, you don't expect me to rob these niggas
without a gun, man.
The fuck you doing?
You don't need the bullets.
- Big Grim! - Yo!
- When you get out, Ghost? - Oh, man.
- Couple days ago. - Oh, man.
- You look good, man. - Thanks, bro.
- I'm trying, man. - I'ma go upstairs.
Yeah, um, sorry, man.
I can't let nobody upstairs without a call
from Tommy or Julio.
Tommy's who sent me. I was just with him.
See, that's a lie, 'cause I know he's out of town.
Grim, stop fucking up, man. Hey.
- What's up, man? - Hey, what's up, Ghost?
- Been a minute. - Yeah, man.
Been a while. Good to see you.
What you been up to... oh!
The fuck?
Hey, man, I don't want no problem.
I don't want none either.
So the money goes in the bag, Marcus.
Come on, man. I ain't fucking around.
- Put the money in the bag. - All right.
K, what the fuck, man? You said no one would get hurt!
You saw him. He made a move.
Fuck, man!
It's your bitch.
Tasha's my wife, K.
She's probably wondering where Tariq is.
- So what should I say? - Tell her the truth.
You gonna get the little nigga. You better not fuck this up.
Hey, Tasha, I was just about to call you.
- What's up, T? - I went to pick up Tariq
from his sleepover, and he wasn't there.
Calvin said something about some girl?
He left his house to go see a girl.
Yeah, he called me.
He called you? Why you?
Tasha, probably 'cause he thought I would understand about a girl.
Look, I'm headed out now to get him, okay?
The girl lives in Bushwick, so it's gonna be a minute.
How does he know
some girl from Bushwick?
Tasha, I don't know, but I'll ask when I pick him up, all right?
I'll talk to you later.
Thank you for showing up for him.
Look, Ghost, about last night, I...
Tasha, we can talk about last night at another time, all right?
I will call you when I got him, okay?
- Okay. - All right.
K, you know it ain't got to go down like this, man.
Tell me you ain't feel that shit tonight.
Crazy, right? How close we once were?
Yeah, and then you used everything I taught you against me.
You know, all this bad shit happened because you set me up.
K, I had a plan, man.
You ain't want to follow the plan.
So I was either gonna kill you,
or put you on the inside.
Loved you like a brother.
I wasn't gonna kill you.
So you just made a bad choice.
Because if you would've killed me, you wouldn't be here right now.
We was kids, K. Crazy motherfucking kids, man.
Just trying to make moves. We were innocent.
I wasn't never innocent. You either.
Who's got my boy, K?
One of the baddest motherfuckers we both know.
Tommy?
No, not Tommy.
She run these streets harder than some of these men.
Love pussy, but ain't got no heart.
Jukebox.
Pull over right here.
Kanan, why don't you let my son walk away, man?
He ain't like us. He don't belong in that bullshit, man.
Talk to Jukebox, tell her she can have
whatever the fuck she want with me.
Just let my son go.
Take it.
I knew you was gonna do that.
So why you give it to me?
'Cause I ain't gonna forgive you, and I ain't gonna let you go.
Jukebox gonna want to kill Tariq the minute she get that money.
I don't know who she got in there with her.
I don't know what they gonna do to me.
So you can take that gun and you can use it
to kill me for all the shit we got between us,
or we can go in together and try and save your son.
About fucking time.
I wasn't about to accept a check from this motherfucker.
We just stole your money back.
And Ghost about to get what he deserve.
I'm here, son. We going home.
You look good, Ghost.
All dressed up like a fucking civilian.
People really believe that act?
I never done a fucking thing to you.
You ain't got no good reason to do this
to me, Jukebox, or my son.
Ain't about you.
It's about his ten years inside.
And money.
What the fuck is going on?
No, no, no.
Y'all niggas thought you was gonna play me?
Motherfucker, I will kill your bitch-ass son
- right here, right now. - Don't, don't, don't, don't.
No, no. Don't, don't, don't.
Dad...
You all out of excuses now, ain't you, nigga?
- Don't do it. - You are all out
of your little slick-ass moves.
Now, the question is,
should he watch you die, or the other way around?
It's gonna be all right, Tariq.
No, don't lie to the boy, Ghost.
Juke...
You know what, little man?
This motherfucker
is not who he says he is.
His name ain't even Slim.
- What? - Oh, yeah.
He's been playing you the whole time.
For a money grab.
You are nothing to him
but a dollar bill.
You ain't got to fucking take it there, Jukebox.
Tell him who you really are...
or I will blow his fucking head off!
Tell him!
I'm Kanan Stark.
I'm a no-good motherfucker, ain't that right, Jukes?
I ran this street with your dad.
I did a lot of bad shit. We hurt a lot of people.
Jukebox is telling you the truth.
I ain't never been good.
I wasn't raised that way.
You told me Kanan was dead.
I did.
Tell him why you been hanging out with him.
Why you taught him about that life.
I was running game on you.
I wanted... I wanted to get the money.
And get back at Ghost.
I wanted to hurt him, so I used you.
Now tell him all about Shawn.
I killed Shawn.
I killed my own son.
And I would do it again if I had to.
He was soft, not like you.
Back the fuck up!
I got you.
Fucking bitch, running your mouth.
See you around, little nigga.
I got you.
I got you. I got you.
I got you, man.
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