Power Book III: Raising Kanan

Previously on Raising Kanan...

Crazy that you out, man.

Before I went in, we had niggas

out on these corners gettin' paid.

Raq makin' money off your back.

Bitch got you out in New Jersey makin' a nickel on $500.

Cheers, Marvin.

I think we both learned a lot here.

I might have this audition comin' up.

You're doin' it. You're doin' it.

I mean... and you're gonna win. It's what you do.

So you want to use my drivers to deliver weed?

I got the connect. You got the couriers.

This is my life. She put down your boy.

D-Wiz? She tell you she had me do it?

She just wants it to fuck with me forever.

Let me make this shit real simple.

I own you, nigga.

I know you and your peoples got y'all hands on the heron.

Maybe I could tap in with you,

and we could make some moves together.

We have partners that you would need to talk to.

The more I know, the less I know.

All I'm sayin' is, something happens to me,

it's not gonna be what it looks like.

I know it was you.

- - Captain Burke.

- I'm Adina Foyle. - I don't want to know

any more about you than I already do.

I need you to get rid of our friend in Newark.

I do this for you,

all my Italian problems, they squashed.

Whoa, whoa. No jeans, man.

Whoa, whoa, what's goin' on, man?

Shit changed since you went in, convict.

Get up to speed.

Ha ha. That's right.

- Man, VIP got crazy. - Mm-hmm.

Ten bag, you had to fight to get 'em out.

Yo.

- Same time next week? - I got you.

Cool.

Anybody rockin' Lee's tonight?

What?

- I know you? - Don't matter.

I know you.

Gonna get me some Girbauds for next time.

What you think?

Federal agent, show me your hands!

Giorgio

don't do nothin' stupid.

Don't tell me, my fucking goldfish

stuck up another 7-Eleven.

These cocksuckers just won't stay out of trouble.

What do you know

about Sal Boselli gettin' hit, Stefano?

Only that it was a terrible tragedy

and, uh... and an unspeakable loss

for those of us who knew and loved him.

Looks like he's got three of them.

Three of what?

What the fuck's he talkin' about?

We got a tip about you selling red a row an as.

They're an endangered species,

and selling them is a violation of the Lacey Act.

How long did it take you to come up

with that happy horseshit?

I don't even know what a red fuckin' Pocahontas

- looks like. - Red a row an a.

And we're not sure what it looks like either,

which is why we're gonna bring you in

until we can get this all sorted out.

As I live and breathe with this bullshit.

The good news is, thanks to your friend here,

we've got ourselves a gun charge, too.

I once heard fish grow

to the size of their tanks.

Fish in a small bowl stays small.

But you put that same fish in a big bowl,

he gonna bulk the fuck up.

He gonna fill that motherfucker.

You give a nigga space, he gonna take it.

It's all about movin' to that bigger bowl

and spreadin' your shit out, makin' it yours.

And in this game, the bowl ain't a place.

That shit is a state of mind.

So you gotta always be askin' yourself,

you a little fish or a big fish?

Yo, Famous.

Fame.

- Wake the fuck up, man. -

What'd I tell you about wakin' me up before lunch?

Nigga, I've reached out to Semrad.

He's expectin' us, like, now. Let's go.

I already told you, K,

I ain't feelin' that whole weed thing.

I don't shit where I eat, man.

I don't even know what the hell that mean.

Get the fuck up. We 'bout to be out.

Ten more minutes.

Ten more minutes, nigga. Damn.

Fuck it.

Yes.

Yo, that's my girl.

You killin' it, baby. Blowin' the doors off in here.

You already done gone platinum.

How'd that feel towards the end?

It felt good.

Uh, I think I'll come in a little big

on that last riff, though.

We gonna go up in that audition with a fully mixed track

so nobody can fuck it up.

Oh, yo.

Um, what if you

what if you started when the beat drop?

I heard that, got my feet movin'.

Let's go from the top again.

Whoa!

When somebody want that smoke,

they gonna page me.

I have messengers all over the city.

And I'm gonna send the closest one

to that customer.

That's it. Door to fuckin' door.

I already got door-to-door.

Except mine's easier. They come to my door.

I don't go nowhere, and I make all the money.

This delivery shit

is a premium service, though, Semrad.

- - And that means

premium pricing.

So, even with me takin' a cut,

you'll be makin' more bank with way less risk.

Ain't gonna be no motherfuckers linin' up in your hallway

or smokin' up outside,

which I know seems convenient to you, but

ain't gonna feel like that when the neighbors

start complainin' to the police.

What about your boy Famous? Is he a part of this?

'Cause I ain't fuckin' with him... he's sloppy.

Famous came through the other day,

smoked up and ate my entire box of Cap'n Crunch.

How many times I gotta tell you

to just play the game, Romero?

He ain't wrong, though. Famous ain't about shit.

You gonna be dealin' with me and only me.