Power Book III: Raising Kanan

Previously on Raising Kanan...

We the only game in town now, Kanan,

just us,

and we got shit on lock.

All you have to do is sign in each session,

and then you can leave.

Either you sit down,

or I can let the court know

that you violated probation.

My child was murdered!

I know powerful people.

So you believe him when he says he doesn't remember

anything from the night he was shot?

You're Famous' manager all the time.

When are you just gonna be my girl?

Got a job for you.

That shit's waitin' on you

but not for too much longer.

I saw Worrell up the block slingin'.

Yeah, we tried to kill that nigga.

He tried to kill me.

Bring his ass in for a conversation.

And, Scrap, I need you to ease up

on throwin' them dice.

Police! Let me see your hands! Get 'em up!

I got a CI bellyachin' in interrogation two.

Couldn't believe my fuckin' ears

when I heard you might be getting released soon.

When we met, what'd I tell you, huh?

"Don't ask questions."

I need you right now, okay? Come on, come on.

Jerome, what's up, man?

Come on.

That cop, he don't remember nothin' from that night.

Brain all twisted up.

Ha ha. That's right.

Like I been sayin',

the biggest mistake any nigga ever make

is gettin' too comfortable,

kickin' they feet up,

takin' that motherfuckin' victory lap.

'Cause you ain't never safe.

Somebody always out there, watchin'.

And by the time you see him...

You know that smoking's bad for you.

it's already too late.

So's the police.

I can't seem to get that shit out my life neither.

And if memory serves, nigga, you gave me my first cigarette.

One of my many mistakes.

What you want, Detective?

Can't lie, Raq.

I thought I was dead.

Laying here, bleedin' out.

I thought my shit was done.

And your whole damn life really does flash before your eyes.

That shit's real.

I didn't like what I saw, Raq.

Not at all.

I made a deal with God.

Let me live, I'll right my wrongs.

The kid...

he can't shoot for shit.

[people yelling and grunting over TV]

Mm, somebody cryin' about Cochise again.

Shit's the best part about you, Kanan.

The part that cares.

Don't ever lose that.

And don't let nobody take that shit from you either.

Shit just a movie, man. Whatever.

And you, you just a cryin'-ass bitch.

Yeah. Yeah. I'ma fuck you up, Laverne.

I ain't afraid of you, kid, not at all.

You think you got this?

Come on, Juke, do something!

Come on, Juke!

Aah!

What I want now is what I've wanted all along...

for Kanan to know I'm his father.

Had a gang of admirers back in the day.

Truth is, I don't even know who Kanan daddy is.

Truth?

You gotta know the meaning of the word to use it, Raq.

When I brought Kanan in for that fight, son was leakin'

and left some blood behind.

I had the lab run that shit on the low.

Paternity match...

came back to yours truly.

And you can bullshit me all you want,

but you can't bullshit science, Raquel.

Well, fuck you and your science, nigga.

He ain't built for that road you got him on.

I saw that in his eyes that night.

The game ain't for him.

Now, I ain't gonna knock Kanan for poppin' me.

I deserved what happened that night.

Divine justice-type shit.

But I'm way past waitin' on you to tell him.

That was my big mistake,

trustin' that you would tell him for me.

I should have done it from the start,

but I thought it'd be better if he heard it from you first.

But now I'ma tell him my damn self.

Man-to-man, father to son.

I'm goin' home.

Somebody tellin', Raq.

You got a snitch.

One-eyed Jack. The gambler.

Scrap?

He workin' with us.

Saw him sittin' with a detective

at the precinct the other night.

- Bullshit. - Real shit.

And I'm only telling you this 'cause I'm trying to look out for our son.

'Cause that's what parents do, protect they kids.

Yeah.

Kanan 'bout to know, Raq.

Kanan 'bout to know.

Shit.

Where Famous at?

He here, and he about to get his ass beat by my ma

if he don't get this skeezer out the house.

But he don't wanna hear me, though.

You his friend. You save his sorry ass.

[hip-hop music playing over speakers]

Famous.

- Nothin'. -

Yo, Fame.

Famous.

What the...

Watch this. Wake the fuck up.

- Mh-hmm. Yeah. - Fuck!

Fucking squeezin' my nipples and shit.

Your sister said your mother's on the way home.

And she about to have your ass.

- This bitch gotta go! -

I'm gone for three months,

and I come back, you out here smashing white girls

and getting all high and shit?

Three months is a long time, man.

Nigga's been maturin' and shit.

Maturin' and shit. You hear your brother?

Yo.

Yo!

Whatever the fuck your name is. Yo!

You don't even know what her name is?

Nah, we didn't get to all that.

Oh, shit, nigga, look like you got into a hell of a lot.

You're a disaster, Famous, a fuckin' embarrassment.

Don't matter now, though. Better start packing your shit!

- Shit! No, fuck! - Whoa.

She's not a ho, Ma. She's from NYU.

NYU are all hos.

She got locked out of her dorm,

and I was-I was trying to help her,

make sure she wouldn't sleep on the street.

I ain't lying, Ma.