Power Book IV: Force – S03E03 – There’s Always a Price to Pay | Transcript

Power Book IV: Force
Created by: Robert Munic
Stars: Joseph Sikora, Lucien Cambric, Anthony Fleming III, Shane Harper, Isaac Keys, Kris D. Lofton, Gabrielle Ryan, Lili Simmons, Tommy Flanagan, Miriam A. Hyman, Manuel Eduardo Ramirez, Adrienne Walker, Carmela Zumbado, Michael Rainey Jr.

The series is a sequel and third spin-off to Power created by Courtney A. Kemp.

Season 3 – Episode 3
Episode title: There’s Always a Price to Pay
Original release date: November 21, 2025 (Starz)

Episode plot: Tommy works to maintain alliances while Diamond and Jenard strategize about D-Mac, and Vic plans ahead.

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Power Book IV: Force – S03E03 – There’s Always a Price to Pay | Full transcript

[funky hip-hop beat layers in]

[D-Mac] Previously on Force…

No! Leon!

Look, Gianna, I-I’m sorry.

Get the fuck outta my house.

[grunting]

When you gonna handle D-Mac?

We go after that kid right now, and Tommy gon’ blow all this shit up.

Fuck Tommy! I really need to pull off a boss move that’s gonna show these niggas that I deserve to be back in.

I was told you’re the best hitter.

Who’s the target?

Tommy fuckin’ Egan.

Miguel, have you lost your fuckin’ mind?

You cannot keep me here.

Fuck yeah, I can.

[in Spanish]

You’re not my fuckin’ sister.

[Chan] You and Ortega are business partners until I tell you otherwise.

Wait. Can you guarantee me protection?

Tommy and CBI are taking over the Viagra Triangle.

Those clubs belong to me.

Your luck’s running out, Claudia.

Look at this as your last chance to buy some more time.

You gonna tell the feds everything I want them to know, and you gonna get everything from them that I wanna know.

Our office is beginning the vetting process.

What about Bobby?

Bobby’s good.

[man] You’ve been served.

[Stacy] Divorce papers.

[Donna] We are all excited that you have decided to run for mayor, Stacy.

All right, Rae.

Let’s schedule this press conference so that we can formally announce.

Yes, ma’am.

Who’s that girl? Rae?

I’m Rae Thompson.

I’m Jayson.

[gunfire]

I’m okay.

[Tommy] Find that shooter.

Ortega! I got your shooter.

That hit from Marquez?

Has been motherfuckin’ handled.

They’re the cartel.

They’re gonna come after all of us!

[in Spanish]

Look man, it was a problem.

It was dealt with.

No money loss. We good.

[man 1] Chavo!

Watch out! Watch out!

[man 2] That’s for Mateo, motherfucker.

[engine starts]

[“Power, Powder, Respect” by 50 Cent playing]

♪ Tougher than a Teflon

All that dope I stepped on ♪

♪ Reup, get the rest gone ♪

♪ Been that nigga

What else you want? ♪

♪ If you want

Power, powder, respect ♪

♪ Mmmm ♪

♪ I want that money

And power and powder ♪

[sultry female vocalizations]

♪ Money and powder and power ♪

♪ Money and powder and power ♪

♪ 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 blickyblicky come out ♪

♪ You get clapped fast ♪

♪ Draw down

With the lil’ jawn ♪

♪ I’m at you like patpat ♪

♪ 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 backtoback ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Reup, get the rest gone ♪

♪ Been that nigga

What else you want? ♪

♪ If you want,

Power, powder, respect ♪

♪ Mmmm ♪

♪ I want that money and power

And powder ♪

[sultry female vocalizations]

♪ Money and powder and power ♪

♪ Money and powder and power ♪

♪ Money and powder and power ♪

[song fades]

[engine idles, turns off]

[car alarm system beeps]

[insects buzzing]

[ominous music playing]

[Diamond] What the fuck?

[gags]

Fuck. Chavo.

Fuckin’ Tommy.

Fuckers.

Oof. Motherfucker.

That was Ortega’s move, for sure.

Yeah, payback for Mateo, loud and clear.

You know the DSDs is gonna want blood.

Yeah, and we got some damage control to do.

Chavo’s our biggest earner on the Northwest Side.

It ain’t nothin’ we can’t handle.

You know what?

Why don’t you hit up the DSDs?

Just let ’em know that CBI got they back, a hundred.

We keep the coalition strong.

Let ’em know we got them, whatever they need.

Let me reach out to Izzy.

I’ll get shit in order.

And I’ll have him meet us here in an hour.

Hour? All right.

I’ll be back here then.

[cell phone vibrates]

[dramatic music playing]

Goddamn, you look good in the morning.

How I got so lucky?

Just the morning?

All the time, baby.

Mmm.

[moans softly]

[Mireya sighs]

[dramatic music playing]

Two guns?

That’s actually for you.

Oh, really?

Yeah, really.

Something else happen?

I’m just taking the proper precautions.

Streets is a little heated right now, that’s all.

Mm.

Actually, Mireya, I’ma need you to carry that with you wherever you go.

Just for a little while.

I mean, we doubled up security, but… until shit’s settled down, I don’t think you should go nowhere but work and here.

Is that all right?

I know the deal.

Okay.

And I have shifts for the next three days, so it should be easy.

Oh, shit.

Well, don’t let ’em work you too hard.

[sighs]

Fuck, I don’t wanna go.

I gotta get back out there.

I love you.

I love you too.

[dramatic music playing]

[mellow R&B music playing faintly nearby]

[door closes]

[sighs]

[shower turning on, water running]

[dramatic music playing]

[shower turns off]

Oh! You scared me.

I figured you’d be gone by now.

Not a chance.

Just, uh, hydrating before we get back in bed.

Oh, no.

I have to go to work.

Right.

What about that dinner?

I’d feel terrible if the only meal we ever shared was some mediocre fries and a grilled cheese.

I got the hookup at the West Loop.

Name any spot, I can get us in.

I can’t. [laughs nervously] Honestly.

You’re just… not really my type beyond a onenight thing.

Thanks, though.

[scoffs softly]

Those motherfuckers tore shit up.

Now we gotta hit them punetas back.

Hard!

So wait, they ain’t take no product?

There was nothing to take, blanquito.

We keep all our shit off site.

Don’t worry, you’re still gonna get fuckin’ paid if that’s what you worried about.

Whoa, whoa.

Nah, Iz, that’s not why we asked you to come by, man.

We wanted to make sure you know that CBI and the coalition got your back, and we’ll do anything to get you rebuilt.

You wanna do right by the DSDs?

Slice off Ortega’s little Mexican huevo for being un mama bicho!

I feel you, but Ortega is in solitary right now, so we…

[Tommy] We might be able to make somethin’ happen.

Between me and Diamond, we got the resources to reach Ortega.

[Izzy] Good. ‘Cause if not, me and the rest of the crew will start poppin’ off every motherfuckin’ Marquez that we see.

Ha. Now as much as I like the sound of that…

[tense music playing]

…take this first. All right?

This from CBI to the DSDs and all y’all families.

Let ’em know that payback comin’ soon.

Just keep your phone on.

Let us handle Ortega.

And Izzy?

They come for one of us, they come for all of us.

I’ll be waitin’.

♪♪

[door closes]

Relax. I just told Izzy what he needed to hear to keep the DSDs quiet while we figure out our next move.

Man, bullshit.

You thinkin’ of ways to get to Ortega as we speak.

Yeah, I am.

And why the fuck ain’t you?

That’s the question.

I mean, we both know Ortega ain’t gonna stop comin’ back at us unless we make that motherfucker feel some pain.

Look, I’m trying to keep CBI from making any more promises that we can’t keep, because here we are.

And we’re lucky the DSDs didn’t lose all they product in that hit or… fuck, we’d be more fucked.

[Tommy] Yeah, you right.

They damn sure ain’t gonna be able to move weight like they could before.

Who’s the next biggest gang we got in the area?

That’d be the United Kings, over in Brighton Park.

Cynthia?

The one and only.

Oh my gosh!

[laughing]

Oh.

You look so good.

When’d you get here?

[in Spanish]

[in English] Ah.

And he told me about your new man, El Guero.

Tommy?

[chuckling] Hmm?

[in Spanish]

[in English]

Don’t worry, Mireya.

I’m not gonna judge you for who you’re sleeping with.

I’m just surprised you let a drug dealer in those pants.

He must really have the goods, huh?

[laughs] I don’t know. I guess he finally made me realize it’s not the job that defines the man.

[Cynthia] Hola, papi.

Mireya.

Ay.

[in Spanish]

Ay.

Flaca…

[in Spanish]

[in English] Tell El Guero I can’t wait to meet him.

I invited you here, so I could apologize for my actions.

For everything.

What I did, it, um… it was an overreaction.

That wasn’t just an overreaction, Miguel.

[in Spanish]

[in English]

Yeah, well, if you hadn’tIf I hadn’t what?

Huh?

[quietly] Shit.

Look, it was just too much, Yeya, okay?

I had just lost Ama and then I find out about you and Tommy.

That shit pushed me over the edge.

I couldn’t see a fuckin’ thing.

[in Spanish]

[dramatic music playing]

[in English] All I can think about is if you left me, I’d have no family.

Mireya?

Por favor?

I did the only thing that made sense to me, Yeya.

Miguelito.

Just because I’m with Tommy, that doesn’t mean I’d cut you out of my life, okay?

I love you.

You’re my brother. Okay?

But I also love Tommy.

[in Spanish]

[in English] Please.

[sighs]

I forgive you.

[pig grunting]

[Mireya gasps] What the hell?

[in Spanish]

[in English] I named her Big Bertha. Huh, mamas?

Doesn’t she look like she’d be Tio Raffa’s daughter?

Yes!

[both laugh] That’s my pretty girl!

She’s Miguel’s baby, and Miguel will break a motherfucker’s hands if he fucks wit’ you.

Yes. Yes, he will.

With your cute little nose.

Yes, he will.

[whispers]

This is the fucking worst.

[tense, ominous music playing]

Hey, white devil bitch.

The moment your cona bodyguard isn’t here to protect you, I’m gon’ finish you off.

If you couldn’t get the job done with my back turned, there’s no fuckin’ way you’ll get it done with me staring you in the eyes.

Come for me, bitch.

I’m ready.

[Vic] You know what?

Giving the Albanians my bar, that’s not a good look for me, Tommy.

It’s causing a problem with my guys.

And?

Toughen up, buttercup.

It was a business move.

And I don’t wanna hear shit out your rotten mouth if it don’t have something to do with that, what’s her name?

That fed bitch, Marks.

The one who wanna be mayor.

You understand?

Well, it’s harder than you think.

I don’t give a fuck how hard it is, Victor.

Figure it out. Make it happen.

Because when I can’t use you no more, you done.

Like done done.

[singsong] Donedonedone.

You understand?

Tickfuckin’tock, Vic.

Hey, get the fuck outta my face.

I got important shit I gotta do right now.

[tense music playing]

Goddamn, D.

This mean we gettin’ ready to go to war or what?

Not yet.

But between Tommy and Ortega, this shit can pop off at any second.

And I don’t want you, me, or the fellas to end up like Chavo.

All right. I’ma be real, this whole Ortega situation got train wreck written all over it, bro.

Yeah, it sure does.

And if that train does wreck, we gon’ need Kilo and the RDs on our side, a hundred percent.

And that’s why we need to handle D-Mac today.

Uh, yeah. That’s, uh… that’s a problem, D.

We take out D-Mac right now, after that Chavo hit, and it won’t just be Tommy on our ass, bro.

It’s gonna be our own niggas too.

They gon’ be on our ass, D.

So I say we just hold off on that shit, till this Marquez situation is dealt with.

We don’t have that much time.

[gun cocks]

Now I already know what to do.

We gon’ have D-Mac knock over the NineSevens.

[scoffs] The NineSevens?

Nigga, you talkin’ ’bout them crazy motherfuckers from Austin?

Yeah, nah.

I don’t see the fix, D.

[Diamond] Hear me out.

Nobody fucks with the NineSevens because they got cops protectin’ their organization, right?

No. Nobody fucks with them NineSevens because they’re crazier than a motherfucker, like I said.

And that’s my point.

But now that shit’s poppin’ off…

A hit on them make it look like niggas gettin’ desperate.

You right.

Exactly.

So all you gotta do is sell it to D-Mac that a hit on the NineSevens is nothing but a retaliation plan or some shit.

Then we put a call into the NineSevens, let ’em know the hit is happening.

D-Mac tries to hit, he gets bodied.

Hm.

We keep the coalition tight, Kilo, RDs all included.

Goddamn, nigga, this shit might work.

Look at you.

Hey, you hittin’ a new stride.

I’m proud of you, nigga.

Now, no one can sell this to D-Mac like you.

You just gotta let him know that none of this shit comes back on CBI or us, ever.

I got you.

I got you.

[gun cocks]

[door lock buzzes]

[indistinct yelling in distance]

Uh, you stay here.

What’s going on?

[tense music playing]

Keep moving, or I will have your ass in solitary.

I’ll be right outside the door if you need me.

What the fuck do I need to do to make this right?

Make it quick.

[phone line ringing]

[Chan] Claudia.

Who is this?

Don’t play games, Ms. Flynn.

We know you’ve been working with Tommy Egan and the Viagra Triangle.

Mr. Ortega does not appreciate this, so he’s pulled your protection.

Have a nice day.

No, no, no. You can’t do this.

I am dead in here without your help.

I think you’ve misread the situation, Ms. Flynn.

That’s exactly the point.

[line beeps, call ends]

Fuck.

[siren wailing in distance]

[gun magazine clicking]

Oh, shit. In the flesh.

Lord Pablo.

Pleasure to meet you, my brother.

I’m sure that, uh, Diamond started to inform you that we about to make you a special offer.

We gonna…

Save your breath, guero.

United Kings is out.

[tense music playing]

WWhat you mean “out”?

We’re out.

[laughs nervously]

All right, let me explain something to you.

If you out, that means you get none of our product.

You ain’t get our product, that means you get no cash.

No cash, you can’t feed your soldiers, you got no friends, you got no protection.

So is you sure you out?

I know you ain’t workin’ with the Insane Princes.

‘Cause there’s no coming back from that, Pablo.

That’d be the end of the United Kings in Chicago.

Not my decision.

We had a roundtable last night.

Nobody wants to be another dead body in a cartel war.

It was unanimous. We ain’t fuckin’ wit’ your product.

Pablo, you need to recognize that CBI is operating in the city in a new way.

We got a coalition that will drive Ortega’s ass clean up outta Chicago, and keep the streets that our families earned within our control.

So stay with us and keep the coalition as strong as possible.

Neither of you can ever understand.

For us, a cartel war doesn’t stop in Chicago.

It’ll hit our families in Mexico.

And that’s a risk we won’t take.

So we’re takin’ our chances alone.

Like I said, it’s already been decided.

♪♪

[train horn blaring]

[dramatic hiphop music playing]

I got a job for you, nigga.

CBI business.

It’s about fuckin’ time.

Come on, talk to me.

Tell me what it is.

You do this shit right, nigga, and I promise you, you gonna be back in.

I’ma put you in the fold.

That’s what I’m sayin’, man.

You make enough noise, the work gon’ find you.

I been tellin’ you, man.

What’s the job, J?

I need you to hit the NineSevens.

[dramatic music playing]

Boy, fuck that.

D.

That shit a suicide mission.

Yeah, that’s why I’m not askin’ yo’ Black ass.

Shut the fuck up, nigga.

I’m talkin’ to D-Mac.

Man, y’all niggas got…

This nigga right here the motherfuckin’ master of chaos and shit, nigga.

And if you ’bout that shit for real, D, this yo’ chance, nigga.

I’m listenin’.

Now you know the NineSevens and them dirty cops, they been robbin’ niggas for years, right?

I say it’s time we move them bitches out the way.

‘Cause CBI need that territory they got. Okay?

So I need you to hit these niggas, and I’m talkin’ ’bout hit these niggas hard, D-Mac.

Steal all the motherfuckin’ money you can get your hands on.

Put these niggas down.

It’s all a part of a bigger plan, I promise you.

Now, you think you can do that shit?

I’m not fuckin’ with that shit, gang.

A’ight, so, let’s make this clear.

If I do this, I’m straight.

Like, I’m a hundred percent back in CBI?

Like, no if, ands, or buts about it, right?

Bro, as long as don’t nobody know CBI got nothin’ to do with it… you Gucci.

♪♪

CBI or die.

Count me in.

See, I don’t give a fuck who I’m hittin’. You know?

Nigga like me gon’ get that shit done.

For real.

[Jenard] I know. I know.

That’s why I love you.

My lil’ nigga.

You a scary little motherfucker.

[Marshall] Man, fuck you.

[scoffs] [door opens]

[door closes]

NineSevens, huh?

NineSevens.

One fuckin’ hit and this entire section of the city cavin’ in?

And Big Smurf tells me that the Sons of Destruction is thinkin’ of bouncin’ too?

Well, technically, we didn’t lose the DSDs.

They just down some bodies.

But we got enough work to cover the North and the South Sides to cover the loss of the United Kings, and Che won’t notice a damn thing.

Well, it still don’t fix the fact that Miguel basically got the Near Northwest and Southwest Side back under his control without lifting a goddamn finger!

Better than Che finding out about Ortega.

We got enough to keep our operation moving forward for Che.

I ain’t worried about that.

We are gonna need more bodies to spare, if we do go to war.

Yeah.

Yo, Diamond, who got bodies?

The Serbs.

Man, you gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.

[Tommy] Nah.

The Serbs?

They dry as a bone.

And Ortega killin’ Mirkovic?

That gotta mean somethin’.

I mean, if they meet with us, then we’re dead on arrival.

Well, they don’t meet with us.

They just meet with me.

I go alone.

Yeah, and no strap.

It’s the only way this gonna work.

What you think?

You crazy as hell.

[Tommy laughs] Fuck it. We need all the bodies we can get.

You ain’t wrong.

Just gonna need to borrow a little product.

[dramatic music playing]

[Stacy] Chicago needs a mayor that can swing a sledgehammer on the crime and drugs that are flooding our streets, and a leader who has the courage to fight for our party’s principles.

I am that candidate.

My record proves it.

That’s why I’m announcing my candidacy for mayor of Chicago.

[applause, chatter]

What exactly do you mean by a “sledgehammer on crime and drugs”?

More police presence has never improved crime rates in underserved neighborhoods.

I didn’t say more police presence.

Just a better one.

Uh, Ms. Marks?

Uh, is your divorce from your CPD husband Bobby DiFranco going to have any effect on your ability to accomplish this?

[tense music playing]

Although my marriage with my husband may be ending, our love for each other will never stop.

Bobby and I gave everything we had in pursuit of a better life and a better Chicago.

And if I’m elected, I expect to continue my professional working relationship with CPD.

Thank you.

[applause]

[hushed chatter]

What the hell was that?

[door closes] A divorce?

Why didn’t you tell us so that we can get ahead of it?

It’s not even finalized, Donna.

I know Bobby.

He’s just being dramatic.

Oh! Well, finalized or not, your donors are already threatening to pull their support because of your bad history with the CPD.

Bobby was supposed to be your cover on that issue.

This puts a wrench into every single thing that you say and do from this point forward.

You had better hope that this Ortega case is a lock because now, your entire campaign depends on it.

[tense music playing]

Come on.

[door closes] [sighs]

[tapping on window]

It’s been a minute.

I didn’t think I was gonna see you again.

Neither did I.

Then why you here?

I came to say thank you.

Thank you? For what?

Jamal hasn’t been seen in a while.

Hey, yo, I-I don’t know nothin’ about that.

It-it doesn’t matter to me if you had anything to do with Jamal being gone.

What matters to me is that you were good to Leon.

And you were good to me.

I just…

I just needed a minute to… figure things out.

[gentle music playing]

I can’t do this.

As much as I want to…

[music turns somber]

…I can’t.

Why?

Because you were right about me.

From the first time that you saw me.

I am that guy.

And I’m no good for you.

Even if I said stay, I ain’t gonna do nothin’ but cause you pain.

Wait, no. Diamond, look.

That’s not true.

You deserve love.

♪♪

[Diamond] You should go.

You should go.

[music turns dramatic]

[door closes]

[indistinct chatter]

Whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You wouldn’t shoot an unarmed man, would you?

All right, look, I’ma put this down right here.

I’m gonna show you I ain’t got shit on me, all right?

I… Look, look, look.

Take it easy.

All right, take it easy.

Take it easy.

You got nerve, Egan.

In two seconds, your body could be holding 100 pieces of lead.

Tell me why it shouldn’t.

You mad at me. I get that.

Makes sense.

But look, Mirkovic gettin’ murdered means that we got more in common now than we ever did before.

[scoffs] Like what?

[Tommy] Like we both hate Roberto Ortega.

He killed your boss.

And he won’t stop fuckin’ with my business.

I wanna hurt this motherfucker so bad.

I wanna rip that motherfucker’s heart through his throat.

And I figured y’all did too.

That bag I brought?

Full of product.

Just to make it worth your while since I know y’all lost your connect.

We can call this thing a onetime deal between us.

If that makes it easier.

[tense music playing]

Thank you.

I know how to hit Ortega where it hurts.

He’s very close with his uncle, Luis Ortega.

And he’s here in Chicago.

No shit.

Que Paso, muchachos?

Put the fuckin’ gun down.

What the fuck is goin’ on?

Shut the fuck up.

Put the fuckin’ gun down.

Luis Ortega?

[in Spanish]

You know what? Pull his ID.

Hey, you guys don’t know who you fuckin’ with.

You know what?

That’s the crazy part.

We actually do.

We are fuckin’ with…

Luis Ortega.

I need you to give your, uh, nephew, Roberto, a little message for me.

[Luis in Spanish]

Now I didn’t understand all that shit, but I did understand “muerto.”

[TV sports broadcast playing]

Time for a little, uh, lesson in flight.

Hey, man, let him go!

Hey, man, let him go, man.

You don’t have to do this!

No, no, no!

Let him go!

Get your fuckin’ hands off me!

[Tommy] Toss him.

[indistinct, overlapping shouts]

No!

[screaming]

Oof.

You’re gonna pay for this.

[dramatic music playing]

A’ight, look.

I want you to tell Roberto exactly what happened.

And let him know I don’t just trim family trees.

I cut ’em all the way to the fuckin’ ground.

♪♪

Ortega’s lawyer just filed a motion to suppress the drugs and cash.

There was a mistake on the warrant.

No fucking way.

Yeah.

That shit was bulletproof.

Bullshit clerical error.

There was a wrong digit in the address.

Now how’d that get fucked up, Tseng?

You drafted the warrant, didn’t you?

I wrote down exactly what you told me, and you signed it.

It’s on the both of us.

Maybe if you hadn’t blown past everyone to make that raid happen.

Going after Egan.

I’m sorry, Stac.

I didn’t mean that.

[Tseng] No, no, no.

We all rushed.

For Vargas.

You’re not wrong, Hardwick.

This raid has cost us a lot, and now it’s like it never even happened.

Egan is still out there, and Bobby is…

Maybe I did fuck it up.

And that’s exactly why we need to work together as a team.

We shouldn’t take our eyes off Egan.

He’s bound to slip up.

Oh, trust me…

I’ve never taken my eyes off of him.

Tseng, you file for a motion to suppress and any other low-hanging fruit that comes with it.

Now that we’re working with Claudia Flynn, I just need to figure out how to use her to get to Egan.

Copy that.

[ominous music playing]

Is the money in the accounts?

Yeah.

With alternate IDs on the deposits, just like you asked.

Good. [sighs] But…

Why? What does this have to do with the Viagra Triangle?

It doesn’t.

Ortega found out that we’re working with Tommy and pulled my protection.

The feds haven’t done shit either.

So I’m buying my own.

When I first started this, I thought it was gonna be fun.

Bring us closer.

I’ll be out of here before you know it.

I’ll find a way.

Okay?

Then things will go back to the way they were. I promise.

It’ll be okay.

Okay.

[“MARATHON” by Chipps playing]

♪ As real as it get ♪

♪ Doe in my jeans ♪

♪ Some in the clip… ♪

Yo, what’s the word, nigga?

Yo.

Shit chillin’.

Got my niggas with me.

What’s up?

What up? What up?

Check it out.

This is my nigga Taker.

What’s up, man?

What’s up, G?

That’s that smilin’ass nigga, Smiley.

Yo, this nigga.

Look at the motherfucker, smilin’ right now.

That’s Nut…

Nutty Boy!

I know this nigga, man.

What you been on?

Mad shit, for real.

Hey, look.

These motherfuckers on the come up.

I think they’re ready for the next steps.

What y’all niggas think?

[Nutty Boy] I’m ready bro.

Hey. It’s good to see you got on some real shit now.

You know, you ain’t runnin’ around, trying to steal everybody’s Js and shit no more.

[laughter] Earnin’ that name.

[Marshall] Hey, yo.

CBI been good to me.

It’s where I wanna be for life.

Good.

Good.

We’ll make that happen.

Check it out.

[whistles] So look.

Jenard tryin’ to say that we should run into their stash houses where they keep all of their cash at.

But everybody know that the NineSevens got hell a security at all of ’em.

Now, my plan is to hit these motherfuckers before they ever even arrive.

With the cops workin’ for these niggas, it ain’t no fuckin’ armored cars.

[D-Mac] Right.

And luckily for us, Bones’ cousin flipped on the NineSevens and gave me the numbers to they plates, and he also gave me the location of one of their major transfer spots.

That’s what’s up.

[laughter] Now with y’all wild ass backin’ us up, we got everything we need to pull this shit off.

You know?

Straight like that.

♪♪

[Nutty Boy] Let’s get it.

We gonna light these motherfuckers up, man.

Hell yeah. You damn right.

Come on, boys.

CBI for life.

[gun clatters on table]

[sighs]

[footsteps approaching]

[door slides open]

[loud squeaking]

Someone looks happy.

Oh, yeah? [laughs] I’m guessing you handled what you needed to handle?

Yeah. Got everything under control for now.

Mm.

What’s this all about here?

What, you have ice cream for dinner?

Oh, that was dessert.

But probably the best ice cream I’ve ever had in my life.

Oh.

How ’bout you?

What you get into today?

Save some lives?

Actually, yes. I did.

My boss was so impressed with me, she said I should apply for the manager position.

Mm.

They said that the whole hospital needs more nurses like me.

Look at my girl!

Mm.

Doin’ her shit.

[giggles] Like a boss.

[sighs contentedly]

[hesitantly] And I saw Miguel.

[dramatic music playing]

You did what?

Bullshit, Mireya.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

What did I say?

I said work and here. That’s it.

That shit ain’t safe.

Little Village is probably the safest place I could be besides here.

Okay.

And listen, he apologized for everything that happened.

I think he’s lightening up about us.

Bullshit.

Mireya, he’s just telling you what you need to hear.

Motherfucker bidin’ his time before he make a move.

No, no, no, no. I could have said the exact same thing about you at the quinceanera, but I didn’t.

I gave you a chance.

I’m not saying I’m not gonna keep one eye open with Miguel, okay?

But I need to at least try to believe him.

He’s really been there for me, more times than he hasn’t.

You know what a fucking leap of faith that is for me after he locked you away?

Listen, Tommy.

I know I don’t look like I can play in this game but growing up in the Garcia household, you learn a trick or two.

I have my eyes on him.

And if he makes one false move…

Yeah?

…he’s out.

[sighs] Okay.

Can we stop being so serious?

Yes.

Please. Thank you.

Thank you.

[giggles]

[gentle orchestral music playing in bar]

Um… yeah, I love…

I love the direction.

[woman] Yeah.

Hi.

What can I get you ladies?

Um, Manhattans? Thank you.

Yes, please. Thank you.

[chatter continues]

One scotch neat.

Jayson?

Jayson?

Wow, Rae. Hi.

What are you doing here?

Um, I actually have season tickets.

Couldn’t miss the last show.

Luckily, it was West Side Story.

You look amazing, by the way.

Thank you.

Oh, uh, Jayson, this is my friend Alice.

Jayson and I shared a couple of drinks at the hotel bar last night.

[Alice] Nice to meet you, Jayson.

I never would have taken you for a theater guy.

Well, there was definitely a time when I would have kicked my own ass for being in here, but that, uh, was the old me.

The new me sort of loves it, I guess.

That’s really sweet.

I think I’m gonna go.

What?

No. You can’t.

No, I definitely should.

It’s not every day a Tony just wanders into the bar.

Have fun.

Great to meet you, Jayson.

You as well.

[bartender] Scotch neat and a Manhattan.

Enjoy.

Cheers.

Cheers.

♪♪

[“Be Grateful” by Mickey Shiloh playing]

♪ If you can get me to ♪

♪ Turn my phone off ♪

♪ And take my clothes off ♪

[panting]

♪ You might be the one

‘Cause I ♪

♪ Like to work

And not play too much ♪

♪ Ooh, I could go so many days

And months ♪

♪ No love, no touch

No fucking ♪

♪ It’s not hard for me ♪

[train clacking]

[“Cold Streets” by DNA playing]

I’m talkin’ about as soon as we done with this shit, I’ma make Genesis understand that this life pay for real, you know?

No, nigga. I don’t know.

‘Cause if you don’t lock the fuck in, you ain’t gon’ get nothin’.

Is you even lookin’ out?

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

I’m watchin’ out.

Just calm down, a’ight?

Look…

Here he come right now.

[both] 3820.

Just like my boy said.

♪♪

What if it’s bullshit?

Your man’s a pancake, then what?

How the fuck you know we ‘posed to trust this nigga, man?

Fuck him, nigga.

You ain’t gotta trust him.

Trust me.

I ain’t tryin’ to die in this shit neither.

You feel me?

Look, if somethin’ off, we gon’ bounce.

But so far, this shit been exact.

I’m ’bout ready to press go on this shit.

You ready?

♪♪

I’m always wit’ you, nigga.

Locked in.

Plus, I got a little bit of insurance.

Nigga, is that real?

Nah, nigga, it’s fake.

Yeah, it’s real. Psh!

You ain’t know I was tapped into the black market.

[laughs] Hey, look.

Ever since yo’ ass left that school, yo’ ass been tweakin’, nigga.

I been wild in’ out from the jump, man.

You know that.

But look.

Here he go right now.

Black Cadillac, just like folks promised.

[tense music playing]

You see him?

Yeah, I see him.

It’s go time.

Come on.

We finna light these niggas up, man.

♪♪

[notification chimes]

Shit!

Come on! Come on! Come on!

Come on!

We gotta get outta here!

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ You know

I’m very grateful… ♪

[gunfire]

[officer] Shots fired.

Requesting backup.

[tires screeching]

[car crashing]

[“I Used To Be Wylin” by Cicero playing]

♪ I was turning AK

Trying to make a payday ♪

♪ Nigga wasn’t doing

No chores… ♪

Get the fuck outta the car right now!

Get the fuck out the car, bitch-ass ni*gas.

Y’all heard what the fuck he said.

Put your motherfuckin’ hands up.

Put your hands up, dude.

What you is, nigga?

Hey! Get everything from the trunk.

Let’s go!

Hurry the fuck up, man!

[police siren wailing] I said what you is?

Yeah. Yeah.

You know who you fuckin’ over right now?

That’s the sound of our backup comin’ for you!

Shut the fuck up, nigga.

We know who we hittin’.

It’s about time y’all remembered Chicago don’t fuck with police-ass ni*gas.

Y’all got what y’all got.

Hey, D, watch out!

Shit!

[ominous music playing]

[gunfire] Oh, fuck!

[indistinct], bitch-ass ni*ga!

Oh, shit!

Fuck! Fuck!

Hey! As soon as I throw this, everybody get the fuck in the car.

We gettin’ the fuck outta here.

[siren wailing]

Come on, y’all.

Come on! Come on!

Hey, get the fuck outta there!

♪♪

Drive.

Go. Drive.

[explosion]

[indistinct muttering]

Hey, hey, hey.

Where Nutty Boy at?

[siren wailing]

Fuck!

Ah shit! Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck, man.

♪♪

[siren wailing]

So does this mean I can get your number so we can actually plan this next time?

[giggles] Yes.

But I can already tell you that one of the candidates running for mayor needs a lot of extra attention, so I don’t know how much free time I’ll have.

Mayor candidate?

Let me guess.

Stacy Marks.

What? That’s kinda sus.

How’d you know that?

It’s my job to keep up on local politics.

I thought you were a tech bro.

I am. But, uh…

I also focus on political reform to keep companies ahead of the game.

Plus, anyone who’s paying attention in this town saw the press conference last night.

[sighs] Yeah, that conference was not pretty.

She went from frontrunner to middle of the pack in a second.

[sighs]

“Cops attacked by gang.”

“Two dead in a carjacking gone wrong.”

The sad part is that Marks is probably the only candidate who could actually turn this city around.

You don’t happen to know anyone with a million dollars lying around, do you?

Just a million?

I’ll see what I can do.

[tender music playing]

[music darkens]

[both] Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Y’all see this shit right here, boys?

This is what this shit is all about!

You feel me?

Look at all this fuckin’ money, man.

Bands, shorty. Bands.

You feel me?

[“Gutta Man” by DNA playing]

Hey.

Chin up, nigga.

Don’t be gettin’ too fucked up about Nutty Boy, a’ight?

He went out like a G.

The right way.

And look, I’ma keep it a buck.

That shit coulda been any of us.

[D-Mac] Hey, man.

He’s not lyin’, a’ight?

This is what comes along with the life. You feel me?

I fucked with Nutty Boy.

Nutty Boy earned CBI respect forever doin’ the shit that we do.

He earned this one.

Matter of fact…

Here.

Give that to his family, a’ight?

Hey. Raise y’all fuckin’ glasses, man.

Y’all know what we just did?

[ominous music playing]

Who the fuck are you?

I represent Mr. Ortega.

He appreciates you letting him know about your employment offer from Miguel Garcia.

Job well done.

Don’t do the hit.

This is for your loyalty.

[ominous music playing]

♪♪

[in Spanish]

[gun cocks]

[sighs]

Who do you work for?

And why the fuck is Tommy Egan still alive?

Is this motherfucker really gonna make me ask twice?

[squelching]

[pained wincing]

[screaming]

[wailing]

[Miguel] Here, sit back.

Hold that for me.

[Big Bertha grunting nearby]

[breathing heavily]

[whimpering]

[Big Bertha grunting]

[panting]

Here, mamas.

That’s my pretty girl.

Yeah!

That’s my pretty girl.

That’s a good girl.

She’s a pretty girl, isn’t she?

She’s Miguel’s baby.

My mamas. Pretty girl.

You’re fuckin’ crazy.

[panting]

Yeah. That’s the rumor.

Now, I’m only gonna ask you one last time.

Because next…

Big Bertha over there is gonna be eatin’ your balls.

Mmhmm.

No?

[in Spanish]

[Mohit] No! No!

No! No!

Stop fucking struggling!

All right! All right!

All right! All right!

Ortega! I work for Ortega!

He told me not to kill Egan.

I swear.

I swear.

[whimpering]

[in Spanish]

[Mohit in English] No!

[Big Bertha grunting]

Enjoy.

[in Spanish]

[Mohit in English] No! No!

No! No!

[screaming]

[squelching]

[echoing scream]

[tense music playing]

[woman] Get the fuck out!

We about to settle this right now.

What do you think you’re…

[grunts]

Turn on all the machines.

I don’t want anyone to hear this white bitch scream.

I said turn on all the machines!

Go ahead.

Turn ’em on.

[machines whirring] Yeah.

Bitch! Get the fuck off me, fuckin’ bitch!

Fuckin’ traitor!

[grunting]

You see… losing my protection was the best thing that could have happened for me.

[laughs] Okay, you bitch.

Because it meant I could buy my own.

You fuckin’ bitch.

Yeah.

Bitch.

Yeah.

[whispers] This is how you get the job done.

[stabbing slices] [grunting]

[music turns sinister]

I am the white devil bitch.

[clatters]

Let’s go.

[grim, dramatic music playing]

[cell phone vibrating]

[Miguel] Ortega?

[in Spanish]

[in English] Why am I speaking to you and not Mohit?

Your hitter… he’s dead.

[Ortega in Spanish]

[in English] Ay.

But what I don’t understand is why the fuck do you want Tommy Egan alive, especially after hearing about your uncle?

I stopped the hit because I want Tommy Egan to be my kill.

[in Spanish]

[Ortega in English]

Tommy’s not my only concern.

[in Spanish]

[in English]

Sounds like we need each other.

Look, I’ll deliver Tommy Egan, and personally guarantee you a foothold here in Chicago.

You’ll walk from Che?

I’m a businessman, Ortega.

I will walk away from any deal if it means gettin’ a better one.

♪♪

Sounds like we have an agreement.

Deliver Tommy Egan to me and we can continue the conversation.

[in Spanish]

[in English] Ride’s over, Elise.

What?

Time to get the fuck out.

Vic, why are you here?

This is my apartment.

Claudia said I could stay here as long as I needed.

You know what? I don’t give a fuck what she said!

[tense music playing]

You’re out.

Okay. Don’t take your anger out on me because Tommy Egan took your bars.

If you wanna put a gun to somebody’s head, put it to his.

[gun cocks]

I’ll leave.

Yeah.

[Elise] Okay.

[phone line ringing]

[machine] At the tone, please record your message.

[beep] Yeah, Tommy?

I think I found Stacy’s weakness.

We can use it against her.

She needs money.

And you got loads of it.

Why don’t we make you her biggest contributor?

[heavy, dramatic music playing]

More tea?

No, I’m good.

I’ll be up all night.

I’m pleased with your work thus far.

Changing the digit on the warrant address?

Very clever.

It was easy.

Marks didn’t suspect a thing.

She’s too sidetracked trying to run for mayor.

Which basically gives me free rein of the entire U.S. Attorney’s office.

I tipped off the press about her divorce too.

Bitch is never gonna win while I’m around.

The boss will be very pleased with your work.

Good.

Now… tell me everything you know about Tommy Egan.

[tense, ominous music playing]

Talk to me.

You heard somethin’ yet?

I don’t know, bro. Um…

Word on the street is, nigga, bodies did drop.

Two dead.

Okay. So D-Mac may be dead, and our plan coulda worked.

I mean, could be, bro. But…

I don’t know.

Niggas like me ain’t celebratin’ shit till I get some news, a phone call, or I see a goddamn dead body myself, nigga.

You feel me?

Yeah, I feel you.

I mean, but I did send a text to the NineSevens from the burner and I told ’em, look, there’s some hitters on y’all ass.

So… I don’t know.

They had a heads-up.

That nigga should be dead.

For real, for real.

[D-Mac] Yo!

Diamond. J.

Consider them NineSeven niggas hit hard.

Your boy did that shit.

Why the fuck I ain’t heard from yo’ ass all day, then, nigga?

I thought yo’ ass got whacked, boy.

Man, what?

Man, hell no.

We blew them niggas up.

Like, literally blew them niggas up.

How the fuck was I gonna hit y’all back after that shit?

Man, that shit was insane.

I was makin’ sure ain’t nobody knew about the hit.

I was makin’ sure ain’t no NineSeven niggas or no cops followed me back here.

What the fuck is up with all the long faces, man?

I thought y’all niggas would be happier about this shit.

You know what I had to do to get this?

Yeah, we are. We are.

I mean, don’t worry about Jenard, man.

He’s just trippin’ ’cause he know we need all CBI members to be alive and well ’cause we don’t know if shit gonna pop off with the cartel or not.

Yeah. You good.

Shit. Okay.

Yeah, you done, you done good, D-Mac.

Thank you. I risked my life for this shit.

Yeah, well… welcome back to CBI.

Fuck you mean “Welcome back to CBI”?

[ominous music playing]

[mutters indistinctly]

♪ Hey! It’s a bloodbath

It’s a bloodbath ♪

♪ Fuck yeah! It’s a bloodbath ♪

♪ It’s a

It’s a fuckin’ bloodbath ♪

♪ It’s a bloodbath

It’s a bloodbath ♪

♪ Fuck yeah! It’s a bloodbath ♪

♪ It’s a bloodbath ♪

♪ This ain’t Lil Wayne

In a hot tub ♪

♪ It’s more like your brain

Gettin’ chopped up ♪

♪ Going full rage

When I pop up ♪

♪ Treacherous waters might get

Strange in this yacht club ♪

♪ Time’s up, but I won’t

Be late when your clock’s up ♪

♪ Fist hit yo’ face

Like an eye rub ♪

♪ Waist got the Glock tucked

Stay with the boxed gloves ♪

♪ Gotta stay clean when your

Remains gettin’ mopped up ♪

♪ Come in like

Oh, watch your mouth ♪

♪ No, really, you mumblin’ shit

I can’t understand it ♪

♪ You talk that shit

You get upper-handed ♪

♪ You gon’ end up like

That motherfucker Francis ♪

♪ So, oh, watch your mouth ♪

♪ No, really ♪

♪ I can be considered

Somewhat dangerous ♪

♪ Don’t come for mercy

‘Cause that love is faded ♪

♪ It’s time for you and death

To become acquainted ♪

♪ ‘Bout to cut ’em up ♪

♪ It gets bloody

In these streets ♪

♪ Fuck ’em up

It ain’t nothin’ ♪

♪ Yeah, we comin’ for you, G ♪

♪ Cut ’em up, it gets bloody

In these streets ♪

♪ In these streets

Fuck ’em up ♪

♪ It ain’t nothin’

Yeah, we comin’ for you, G ♪

♪ Yeah, we comin’ for you, G ♪

♪ Yeah, we comin’ for you, G ♪

♪ Yeah, we comin’ for you

Comin’ for you ♪

♪ We hunt you

Like some fiends ♪

♪ Like some fiends

Like some fiends ♪

♪ Yeah, we comin’

It ain’t nothin’ ♪

♪ I feel your heartbeat ♪

♪ It’s a bloodbath

It’s a bloodbath ♪

♪ It’s a bloodbath

It’s a bloodbath ♪