Power Book III: Raising Kanan

Previously on Raising Kanan...

The secret language you talk with Uncle Marv and Lou-Lou? Ma, I'm telling you,

I know stuff.

How long you been trying to get with her?

- Since second grade. - Maybe you should move on.

We met at the choir competition at City Center last week.

Sup?

This bitch doesn't know who she's fucking with.

- Who you calling a bitch? -

- - I'm in a specific line of work.

If it's not a problem for you, it's not a problem for me.

I'm sorry. I got to go.

Kanan's not in this.

Kanan's you and Def Con's boy, Raq.

That nigga been in this shit

before he was even in this shit.

Unique trying to muscle his way

into our corners again.

We need to push back. He need to feel us.

Saw Buck on your mom's corner on the way over.

Y'all lay back. Me and D will do this.

Who shot him? You or me?

You and your friends killed that boy

for a corner I already gave up.

- I didn't know you gave it up. - Exactly!

You don't know, but you think you do.

- Kanan! - I'm good, I'm good.

These boys, they got prices on their heads.

My son don't got nothing to say to you.

Watch your back Raquel.

You wanted to be in it, you in it.

Ha ha. That's right.

They teach you about this nigga Isaac Newton.

This noise on every action has an opposite reaction...

That's Newton shit.

He said that.

And that's real in the lab and on these streets.

Everything you done come back at you.

And sometimes that shit come at you

while you're taking out your garbage in front of your crib.

Kanan, hurry up!

First day back at school since...

all that went down.

Look, it's only been a few days. It's gonna still be hot out there.

You need to watch yourself.

Yeah, yeah, I'm good.

You're not good, Kanan.

Not even close to good.

I'm not good, then.

Wait, you're hearing me, but you're not listening to me.

That boy's people in a pain that's never gonna end.

The only thing that they living for right now

is finding out who took him from them

and figuring out how they gonna kill them when they do.

Fuck it.

Maybe you should just stay home, let shit rest another minute.

So you gonna keep me locked up in here for the rest of high school?

It crossed my mind.

Ma, I'm good, all right?

I'm missed, but I got to go.

Eyes open, Kanan...

at all times.

Kanan!

- What? - I'm gonna drive you.

Word.

Ma, when are you bringing me in?

Serious?

When we were on that beach, buckin' off those guns.

You said you was gonna get me involved,

get me started in the business.

You been started, Kanan.

That's what I'm trying to tell you.

You pull that trigger, you in it.

Ain't no going back now.

People are talking, pointing fingers,

and you can be damn sure that some of those fingers

gonna be pointed at you and your friends.

I'm scared, Kanan.

And I need you to be here with me

because that fear keeps us alert and awake.

It keeps us alive.

So be scared.

Scared of them or scared of me, but be scared.

I'm scared.

Clear the way.

- Hey, let go of her hair! - Get off!

Let go. Let...

Yo, Buck wasn't shit, and he didn't love you anyhow.

He was with me the night before.

Oh, bitch!

Take them to my office right now!

You all have somewhere to be, so get there, now!

- Move! -

Davina got heart.

Fighting over a dead nigga.

It don't get much stupider than that.

I told you not to slide them corners to Unique, but you did it anyway.

Now he got our spots, and Kanan's still a mark.

In other words, we gave up all that shit for nothing.

You seen my house recently, Marvin?

It's got slugs in it. 'Nique's slugs.

That shit with him needed to be deaded.

That's why I gave up those corners, and I'd do it again.

It was the right call.

- Fighting one battle at a time. - Mm-hm.

Yeah, as far as these stray niggas out here

still talking about Kanan and his crew dropping Buck Twenty,

that's another problem altogether.

You gonna pick up Kanan from school and bring him to the stash.

He gonna post up there for a while.

Speaking of the stash, it won't be long

before ConEd realizes we stealing they power.

Been in that spot way too long.

I seen a few empty houses closer to Linden.

Houses got us too exposed, too out in the open.

We need cover, a front.

Early Tyler talkin' about opening, uh,

an exotic fish store,

you know, with like piranhas and shit.

We could keep our business in the back

with the aquariums and food or whatnot.

What the fuck do Early Tyler know about fish?

Nigga had a barbershop for four minutes,

and the Board of Health shut it down because of scabies

or some nasty-ass shit.

Wait, what is you talking about?

I know, but wait, okay?

Well, first, it was... it was lice.

And it wasn't Early's fault.

Somebody brought their weave in there all infested.

Them shits got all into the walls and to the floors.

That bodega off Sutphin near Shore...

It's owned by some Colombians, a husband and a wife.

She stepped to me a while back.

Said they're looking for other opportunities.

So she know what we do?

Well, I heard she got a cousin in Washington Heights,

fuck with the Nariños.

She know hustle when she see it.

And I think she been checking us out for a minute.

Hmm.

And by the way, I'm putting together

a little somethin'-somethin' at Lanes tomorrow night.

Let heads know we still out there swingin'.

Wine, women, and song type shit. A party?

He talking about throwing a party.