Power Book III: Raising Kanan

Previously, on "Raising Kanan"...

This is it. This is the spot.

The Van Wyck expressway is packed with white folks.

Only time you ever see them in the hood

is when they fuelin' up.

Kanan Stark's the motherfucking prince of the South Side.

Sometimes, when you want to get to the queen...

You gotta go through the prince.

I know your secrets, Juke.

I suggest you watch your fucking mouth.

You think I'm fucking scared of you, nigga?

You a boy playing in a man's world right now.

I'm excited to see your moms. We go way back.

Here for Kanan. He called me to pick him up.

Is there any way you don't tell my moms about this?

If she asks me, I'm coming clean.

Yo, I'm 'bout to go to stu, put some flows down.

- Gon' be a producer there. - Fuck it.

What's it cost me?

'Nique's re-up. Where and when.

Nicole? You're fucking repellent.

Disgusting!

Worrell saying you think

about flipping over to this team.

Fuck Raq and that bitch-ass Kanan.

Kanan is my son.

Stay the fuck away from my son.

Ha ha. That's right.

Elevator don't work, baby.

I've been telling the city, but they don't care.

Been here five times in the last week,

and I still keep forgetting.

Been here 40 years, and I wish I could.

Can't stand in one place for long.

Gotta keep moving, keep hustling.

You gotta keep climbin', keep goin' up.

The hustle don't stop, so neither can you.

Always strivin'. Always pushin'.

Remember where you been, know where you are,

and see where you're going.

'Cause if you ain't going up, you slidin' down,

and it's a long way to the bottom, nigga.

I told you the inspector wasn't gonna have none of this shit.

I could lose my job behind this.

You be a'ight.

You the new tenant?

I am.

Clearly, you've never lived

in public housing before.

You don't own this unit, Miss.

The city does. You're just borrowing it.

You can't put a nail in a wall, a hook in the ceiling,

or a damn magnet on the refrigerator

without prior approval

of the New York City Housing Authority and myself.

And you are certainly not permitted

to put a hole in the kitchen floor.

What the hell you think you're doin' in there anyway?

I'm a cook.

Just upgrading the kitchen.

Bringing in a new stove.

Well, this needs to be repaired

and returned to its prior condition,

or you will be facing not only immediate eviction,

but also a trip to housing court,

where you'll be looking at hefty fines and penalties.

So how we make this right for the both of us?

I'm just a single mother

trying to make a home for me and my son.

Well, I got a busy day ahead of me.

But what I can do for you Miss,

I'll meet with you

and you alone, later this evening

to have a more specific conversation

about this, uh, situation and how best to address it.

Just let me know when.

Eight o'clock this evening.

And when I say alone, I mean just...

you and me.

Well, what other kind of alone is there?

Huh.

My crew's comin' through later to finish this work.

Stay out their way.

But the inspector just said...

Fuck him. We workin'.

Yo. You said you was gonna help me

hang some of these joints up, man.

Nigga, I'm here supporting you and your rap dreams.

If you wanna support, take some flyers, nigga.

Sh...

Yo, you hear my shit?

Even you gonna wanna be on this dick.

Nigga, what?

You's a clown-ass muhfucka, man.

Uh-huh. Matter of fact,

you supposed to be helpin'.

Question for you, Doc.

Oh, jeez.

Startled me, Detective Howard.

My bad; didn't mean to creep up on you like that.

Well, I'm available by phone,

or you can schedule an office visit.

I have an appointment with a patient right now,

so this is not a good time.

What if I had a kid, Doc?

What if I had a son?

You said you have no immediate family.

But what if I did?

Would my son be able to give me

that bone marrow you say I need?

Well, this hypothetical son

would be a half match for you,

and we would do what's called a haploidentical transplant.

It's not optimal, but it certainly gives you

a much better prognosis than no transplant at all,

which is what you're facing right now.

Uh, how old is this hypothetical child?

Fifteen.

In general, bone marrow donors should be over 18,

but in certain situations, exceptions can be made.

Provided the child's legal guardian consents,

of course.

You don't look well, Detective Howard.

That's 'cause I'm fuckin' dyin', Doc.

This wouldn't be poppin' off without you.

Hey, you need to remember that.

You made this happen. You.

Just the money man right now. That's all.

Ain't no such thing as just the money man.

The guy with the loot calls the shots.

- And that's you. - Hmm.

You 'bout to run this shit, baby.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

Say, uh, you Lou?

Crown said to talk to you about the money.

Hey, look, man, nothin's comin' off that truck

until this is taken care of in advance.

Discount if I pay in cash?

Yeah, yeah, 10%.

That works.

Give me a minute with my sister.

I'll come find you after.

Okay.

Looks like you found an even faster way to spend our money.

It's my money, Raq.

Well, your money is my money, baby brother.

So you got a crew together yet

to move product during the show?

It ain't that kind of party.

Every party is that kind of party.

Excuse me? Lou?

Dale Cook, Premier Lighting.

Crown told me to talk to you about gettin' paid.

Hey, I'm talking to my sister, man.

- Give me a minute. - Oh. Yeah.

Shit needs to be clean tonight. No hustlin', no drama.

Tyin' this to our other business

just opens us up to the same problems we already got.

Yeah, well, those problems,

they're payin' for these problems.

If we get this right, keep shit separate,

we start makin' different type of money at the same time.

No, we need all the customers that we can get right now.

Not here.

Well, what about Unique?