- Getcha ass up, boy.
- Nah, nah, nah.
I gave you multiple chances to come up with my money.
- Come on, Keys, please.
- Nah, don't do that shit, man.
- I'll get your money, man, I promise.
- Look at your ass now, man. Look at your ass now.
- Please, please.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now you all up in your feelings, man.
We ain't got time for all that shit now, man.
This is about principles. - Please, please.
- Fuck off, man.
- I promise, man, I'll get you your money.
Please, Keys!
- Rest in piss, motherfucker.
- Bitch ass nigga.
You good, baby?
- Yeah, gotta go meet with the captain.
- You know,
I am so proud of you.
It's like having my very own superhero.
- Thank you, babe.
- I packed you some lunch, left it in the fridge for you.
- You didn't have to do that, Sierra.
- I gotta make sure my man is well fed
while he's out here saving the world.
I'm just practicing to be a wife one day.
- I appreciate you.
I don't know what I'd do without you.
- I don't know what I'd do without you.
- I love you.
- I love you too.
Go get ready.
- All right, I'll see you later.
- Hey man, you should have seen this nigga out there,
beggin' and pleadin' for his life, nigga.
And then this nigga, Ty?
This nigga jumped out there
and finished his ass off like Blade, man.
- For real?
Man did homeboy like that? - Yeah man, straight up, man,
you should have been there, homie, on god.
- Hey, hey, yo, yo, yo, fuck all that shit, man.
We here to talk business and to do business.
- Think we should do business with Yaya in Compton.
- I don't need no help from them niggas, man.
- Keys, I'm just thinking long term.
Fuck them Colombians.
Strictly for our niggas, you feel me?
- Nah, Ty, fuck Yaya.
Yaya's not good for business.
She's a sheisty motherfucker,
and I keep telling your ass all money ain't good money,
do you hear me?
- I hear you.
She is a sheisty motherfucker.
- Speaking of new money though,
we do need to find a new distro.
Columbia is talking about going up on price.
What they talkin' about?
- Shit.
- These motherfuckers talking about 40% of the profit.
- 40%? - 40%, nigga?
We ain't gonna have shit.
- Exactly, exactly.
Which is why I need every last nigga in this house
to keep their eyes and ears open,
and in the meantime,
let's make some stretch until we find us some new deal.
- You know them niggas gonna want to get it cracking though.
- Bust ass niggas don't want it fucking cracking.
- Ain't nobody worried about that shit, man,
we got enough soldiers.
We run this shit, man.
I need y'all to stay focused and to be on point.
It's way too much money out there
for us not to be taking advantage of it,
and it's way too much more money to be made
for us not to be running shit.
- It's real shit, nigga.
It's real motherfucking shit.
- Well let's get to it then.
- Say less, niggas.
Got you.
- Come in.
- What's up, Captain?
- Corey.
Have a seat, my man.
You're one of the brightest cops on the force, Corey.
I knew from the day you came aboard
you would be a great addition.
- Thank you, sir.
I appreciate that.
- Got a special assignment,
I think you'd be perfect for it.
Been asking for undercover work,
here's your opportunity.
Kevin Laos.
He goes by Keys on the streets.
He's been wreaking havoc in our communities
for a long time now,
but we haven't had enough evidence
to pin something solid on him.
Something that would get him locked away for a long time.
I think you'd be the perfect candidate to get close to him,
and get the scum back off the streets for good.
- I appreciate this opportunity, sir.
I mean this is exactly the opportunity
that I've been looking for.
- Now I must warn you.
It's a dangerous mission,
but I wouldn't offer it to you
if I didn't think you could get the job done.
- Thank you, sir, I'm ready.
- All the information you need on him is in the file.
Him and his crew have been flooding Los Angeles with drugs,
and are responsible for multiple murders.
He's a true menace to our societies.
This job could take months, even a year.
Are you comfortable with that?
- I'm ready, I can handle this.
- That's what I like to hear, my man.
You'll have two detectives watching your back at all times
so you won't be alone.
You'll be given an apartment for the time being,
and your new identity will be as Dray Jacobs.
- Will I be able to see my family, sir?
- Family doesn't exist while undercover, Corey.
The last thing you want is a psycho like this
finding out about the very ones you love
and using them against you.
I need to know that you're fully committed to this.
It's not gonna be easy, Corey, but we need you.
- I'm all in, sir.
- My God.
Pregnant.
Hey, baby!
- What's up, babe?
- How was your day?
- It was good.
Can you talk for a minute?
- Of course.
What's wrong?
- Nothing's wrong.
Captain, he offered me a promotion.
- A promotion?
That's amazing!
Already?
- Yeah.
- That's great news.
- Mm-hmm.
- You don't sound happy.
- I'm going undercover.
- Wow.
Undercover doing what?
- I'm going undercover to take down Keys.
He's one of the most dangerous criminals in Los Angeles and
it could take a little while.
- How long's a while, Corey?
- Could be a few months, could be a year.
- A year?
- Look, I know that's not what you want to hear, okay?
No, it's not what you want to hear.
I'm doing this for us, okay?
- This isn't for us, Corey.
This is for you.
What the fuck am I supposed to do for a year?
- Come on, Sierra.
Come on, Sierra!
= I didn't sign up for this.
- You can't just be happy for me, huh?
You know I love you, girl, but this is my job.
- Your job is to be a provider and a protector
for me and your baby.
- What are you talking about baby?
What are you talking about baby?
- I'm pregnant, Corey.
- Yo, wait.
Wait.
I'm gonna be a dad?
I'm gonna be a dad. I'm gonna be-
- I guess we both had surprises tonight.
- Babe, baby, this is-
- I need some fresh air.
- Oh, fuck.
Damn.
- Here you go, king.
- Thank you, little mama.
- Can we go on a trip, babe?
- Where are you trying to go, shorty?
- Somewhere exotic, maybe Jamaica.
You know we haven't been anywhere in a while so,
can we go?
- Mama, you know I gotta make this money,
you know how shit go.
- I know, I do love that shit.
But listen, one week in Jamaica, on the island,
makin' love on the beach.
You know that sounds romantic,
and I love making love to you.
- You know just what to do to get what you want, huh?
- Is it working?
- All right, babe.
Jamaica it is.
- Yes.
- But yo, you gotta gimme two weeks.
Gotta make some plays
so the empire is straight while we're away.
- Okay.
Thank you, baby, that's what I like to hear.
- Indeed.
You somethin' else.
- Corey, these are Detective Rogers and Jackson,
they will be with you every step of the way.
- Very nice to meet you.
- It's good to meet you too.
I hope you're ready.
- Doesn't look ready to me.
You sure about this guy, Captain?
- You got a problem with me already?
- Guys, calm down.
We have one focus and that's Keys.
Today Corey will be approaching
one of the people in his inner circle, Strap.
- A dealer?
- Yes.
- We'll be in the area on call waiting for your signal
in case anything happens.
Especially if you don't know how to act.
- Oh trust me, I got this.
- That's why I like to hear, my man.
Here are the keys to your apartment.
Address is in the files.
Go get settled in before everything starts.
We're gonna need you to be at your best, Corey.
- Yes, sir.
- Hey.
- What's up, babe, how you feeling?
- A little tired.
I've got a doctor's appointment tomorrow,
my first checkup.
- Oh, make sure you get some rest.
I'm sorry I couldn't be there with you.
- You gotta do what you gotta do, right?
- Yeah, I'll be home soon.
You know I love you and I miss you already.
- I miss you too.
How's the new place?
- It's cool, I mean it's straight.
It ain't home though.
- I need you to be safe out there, Corey.
This shit scares me.
- Everything's gonna be all right, babe.
- I hope so.
I can't wait for this to be over.
It's weird not having you here.
- I know, but I just need you to take care of yourself,
all right?
I can't wait to be a father.
- You're gonna be a great dad.
I know you are.
I love you.
- I love you too, babe.
- Bye.
- Look, man.
I think you should wear a wire.
- Nah, I'm good on that.
I don't wanna blow the operation before it even starts,
just in case they check.
- We're just trying to make sure you're good out there.
You don't have to be Superman
and take 'em all down by yourself.
- And all I have to do is pass the test.
How hard can this shit be?
- You have no idea.
This ain't what they teach you in the academy training.
Your whole life will be on the line out there.
You need to take this seriously.
- Look, you two are starting to get on my nerves.
I got this shit, aiight?
- These are the most dangerous thugs in South Central.
You act like this is a game.
- Them streets is a game,
and I'm the player.
Crazy thing about me is I don't never lose.
- That cocky shit?
Get you killed, rookie.
- Hey look, you just make sure
you have my back out there, Rogers, aiight?
- Y'all two calm down.
Shaw.
If anything seems off, I need you to get out of there.
Protect yourself first.
- Man, I was built for this shit.
Let's get to it.
- This fucking guy.
- What's up, boy?
- Everything good?
- Everything smooth.
- Yes, sir, yes, sir.
- Hey, I see you over here getting some money,
trying to do some business with you.
- Man, I don't even know you, nigga,
you walking up on me trying to talk business, man.
Cop ass nigga.
This look like some cop shit to you.
- Come on, man.
Anybody can pull a little paper out.
Feds do that shit all the time.
- Look, I'm just trying to bless y'all pockets,
working with me might be beneficial to you.
- Beneficial, huh?
Nigga, where the fuck is you from?
- Bay.
- The Bay?
The fuck you doing down here?
- New opportunities.
Hey look, I'm gonna get paid either way.
I'm just trying to look out for you.
Matter of fact, I'll buy some product too,
and put a little extra on it.
- Man, you talking a good game, nigga.
The fuck's your angle though?
- My only motive is to get paid,
and if you with that, let's talk.
- Fuck they call you, man?
- Dray Jacobs.
- Nigga got business cards and shit with his name on it.
Dray Jacobs.
All right, Dray.
If you serious, I'ma be in fuckin' contact.
- For sure.
- I gotta take Kim on a little vacay.
Shorty wanna slide to Jamaica.
- That shit sound lit.
- Yeah, I'm trying to make some connection with mafia
so I need you to hold it down
and keep these little niggas in check.
- You know I got them niggas.
When you leaving?
- Probably next month.
I don't know yet, gotta get this last shipment off first.
- Say less.
- Is y'all niggas working or bullshit?
- Come on now, nigga, you know me, nigga.
You know I stay on point.
Fuck you talking 'bout?
- Good shit, little nigga.
- This nigga pulled up on me yesterday
talking about spending some serious change.
- What'd he look like?
- Nigga look official.
- Is he a cop though?
- Nigga, you know I know cops, nigga.
This nigga ain't look like no cop,
this nigga ain't smell like no cop.
- What's his name?
- Nigga name Dray Jacobs.
- Dray Jacobs, Dray Jacobs?
- I don't know no damned Dray.
- Tell you what.
Ty, check this nigga out.
See what he talkin' about,
take him on a little test run.
Take this nigga Strap with you.
Make sure he get his hands dirty.
Some niggas over on Crenshaw that owe me some money anyway.
- Them niggas already dead.
- Y'all niggas get back to work,
it's still daylight, man, we got money to make.
- I'ma catch all of you later.
Got this drop to do in Long Beach.
- Ty.
No mistakes.
- 'Bout time, nigga.
What part of the Bay you from, homie?
- Vallejo.
- Hm, been up there a few times.
Niggas ain't getting real money up there.
Fuck you doin' in LA for?
- Like you said, there's more money out here.
Besides it was gettin' a little too hot out there,
you feel me?
Had to reset.
- Mm-hmm.
Feel you, my nigga.
We gonna see what you about.
Get this.
- See them niggas right there, Ox and Wayne?
Them bomb ass niggas owe Keys some money.
You strapped, nigga?
- Nah.
- Take this.
Time to earn your stripes, nigga.
Let's rock out.
- I got too many bitches anyway.
- Hey, this nigga Ty, man.
You're a week early, my nigga.
What's the deal?
Who the fuck is this nigga?
- Man, don't worry about me, nigga.
Time to collect.
- What type of fucked shit is this, Ty?
- Nigga, you know what it is, nigga.
Late payments, nigga.
- Hey man, you trippin', bro.
- Shut the fuck up, nigga, get on your fucking knees.
- Hey, it ain't gotta be all-
- Nigga, I said get on your knees.
- All right, you got it.
- Motherfucker.
Bitch ass nigga shoulda paid up.
Matter of fact, drain your motherfucking pockets, nigga.
Nigga ain't even have no fuckin'...
Bitch ass nigga.
This nigga has some...
Bitch ass nigga.
- Shit. - Hey, fuck outta here, man.
- Fuck.
Come on, answer your phone, answer your phone.
- Hey, babe!
Babe!
- I'm right here, babe.
What's wrong?
Baby?
Baby, talk to me.
What is it?
Whatever it is, I'll listen.
- Look, I killed somebody today, all right.
- I'm just glad you're okay.
- I don't know how long I can keep doing this shit now,
I don't want to die.
- You're not gonna die.
Don't talk like that, Corey.
Let's pray.
Bow your head.
Father, we come to you today to ask for your protection.
Protect Corey while he's in his investigation.
Protect him from head to toe,
and make sure to bring him home to me and our future child.
Keep his mind right, and his spirit.
Jesus name.
Amen.
- How'd he do?
This nigga Dray handle his business out there.
- Little nigga got heart.
He a soldier, but there's somethin' off about that nigga.
I don't trust him.
- Did he seem timid to you, Strap?
- Hell no.
Nigga got down.
- Hm, okay.
Well, let's bring him in,
and if the ain't who he say he is,
you already know the deal.
- Yeah. - Say less.
- Great fucking job, bozo.
Caption, I told you this dude wasn't cut out for this shit.
- I almost lost my life out there.
Dude tried to kill me.
I did what the fuck I had to do.
- Well, guess what?
Now you're a goddamn murderer.
- Didn't take you long to turn into one of them.
You gotta be fucked up, Rogers.
I'd like to see either of you do what I do.
You have no idea what it's like out there.
- All right, all right, that's enough.
- I knew this fucker was snapped.
- I said that's enough, Detective.
Everyone calm the hell down.
Now, I'm not a fan of what went down out there,
but at the same time,
Keys and his crew will respect you for what you did.
- Are you praising him for his behavior?
- I'm not praising shit.
But this is as close as we've ever been
to having someone on the inside.
In order for us to take these clowns down,
Corey over here has to literally become one of them.
He passed the test of loyalty.
Can't pull the plug on us now, we're way too far in.
You gotta see this shit through, Corey.
- Can't believe this shit.
- How are you feeling?
- Why he say no to Compton?
- He said them niggas in Compton ain't good for business.
- See, that's why you need to be running your own shit.
- What you mean?
I am running shit.
Niggas definitely know not to fuck with me.
- But you still answering to Keys.
- That's just the chain of command.
That nigga answering to somebody.
- Look, my cousin got a connect
with some with Inglewood nigga.
He could hook y'all up.
- Aiight, I'll tell Keys about it.
- Nigga, no.
This is for you.
And you'll be doin' it for me.
- Dray Jacobs, my nigga.
Fuck what you did last night, you earned your stripes.
- No doubt.
- Ready to go meet the head man?
- Let's do this.
- All right, let's get outta here.
- Hey, hit that door behind you.
- What's good, bro bro?
- What's good, what's good?
- Man, it's slow movin'.
Dray motherfucking Jacobs.
- My man.
- What's up, nigga? - I knew witchu, nigga.
- Shit, I see you out there, some slight.
- What I'm talkin' 'bout.
- All ready.
- If it isn't the infamous Dray Jacobs.
What's up, my man? - What's up?
- Been hearing a lot of good shit about you, man.
- Shit, I've been hearing some good things about you too.
- Is that right?
You been hearin' good shit about me, they probably lied.
- Hey look, Keys, 'bout to go make a play.
- Do you thing, man, handle your business, man.
Me and Dray need to get acquainted anyway.
- All right, say less.
- Have a seat, man.
You smoke?
- Hell yeah.
- You a real nigga
for the way you handled yourself out there, man.
And as you can see,
I don't play when it comes to my money.
- Yeah, that's why I'm here.
Make some money.
There's too much money out there
for us not to be getting to it, you feel me?
- Indeed.
But you need to understand something about me
before you come work for me.
I'm completely self-made.
Everything I have, I earned that shit.
Nobody gave me a fucking thing.
My pops was killed by some punk ass cop
when I was a young'un,
and my moms wasn't shit.
She was too busy hoeing after every Tom, Dick, and mo' Dick
to make ends meet.
So I had to learn early on how to go get it for myself.
You understand what I'm saying to you?
- I feel you a thousand percent.
- And I expect the same thing from the men who work for me,
'cause I know what it's like to starve,
to have nothin'.
I promised myself long time ago
I was not gonna be another broke nigga.
If somebody argue I don't go about making my money
in the right way.
I don't give a fuck.
I say what the fuck is the right way?
Working a nine to five, slavin', makin' another nigga rich?
Fuck that.
I'm not with that shit.
- Hey look, I'm rockin' with you dog.
Whatever you need, I got you.
You know what, Dray?
I believe you do, man,
and I can promise you one thing.
If you stick with me,
I will make you a very rich man.
Pour yourself a drink.
To more money, and more bitches.
- Can we really trust him though?
He backed on his own homie.
- Let me read him. - I got it.
- Hey, what's up, nigga?
- I don't fuck with you like that, nigga.
- See?
Now why you gotta come around with all that hostility.
- Look, we doin' business or not, you feel me?
- Keys let you off your leash, I see.
- Nigga, fuck Keys.
Ain't no nigga ego
gonna get in front of me makin' paper, nigga.
- Nigga, I thought you weren't supposed to do business
on this side of town- - Nigga, I do business
wherever the I wanna do business.
- Hey.
- Yeah, get his little ass out the way.
- Man, what you got for me?
- I got two kilos every week, you know what I'm saying?
Keep this shit at Compton,
a nigga ain't tryna start a fuckin' war.
It's all there, nigga, the fuck.
Where the fuck my money at?
- Hey.
- Hey, chill out, bro.
- Pass me the fuckin' money.
- Give it to him.
- Shit, nigga.
That shit better be there too.
- And that shit better be pure.
- That's the purest shit you got, nigga.
Snow white.
I'll be in touch.
- Key's gonna kill that nigga.
- Okay.
That actually looks good.
Corey!
- What's up, girl?
- What are you doing here?
- Hey, I missed you, baby, I had to come see you.
It smell good in here, girl, who you cooking for?
- For me and your future child, that's who.
What's good, Corey?
Are you done with the case?
- Nah, I just needed to check on you.
- Corey, I'm happy you're here but
if it's not safe for you to be here
then you need to leave.
- What?
What, you don't want me to be here?
You got some nigga in here or something?
- You're on an active undercover case, Corey.
You can't just jeopardize our future like that.
Of course, I want you here.
I'm ready for this to all be over.
- So I come surprise you,
and this how you act towards me, yo?
Hey look, I don't gotta put up with this shit, yo,
I could bounce.
- Who the fuck do you think you talking to?
Don't let this undercover shit go to your head.
Leave that out there.
I am your woman.
Your woman, Corey.
I didn't ask for you to be gone all this time.
How do you think I feel?
Hmm?
I am here, wanting my man to be here,
worrying about him day at night
about whether you're gonna make it home safe or not.
I'm here by my damn self with your baby in my stomach,
and you got the nerve to come at me like that?
You're out your fucking mind.
- You right.
I'm trippin', yo.
I'm trippin'.
This shit is fuckin' with me.
Honestly, I miss you, girl,
and I just wanna come home,
and I want this shit to be over with.
- I miss you too.
This shit is hard, Corey.
Is this really our life?
- Look, this shit-
- I don't wanna keep coming second to your career.
- This shit not gonna last forever, okay?
And look, I know it's not easy right now,
and I know that you want me here
and I know you want me around.
And honestly, I'm sorry,
I'm sorry that I can't be here for you right now.
I'm too far in, yo.
I gotta finish this shit,
and I'm this close to nailing them.
I promise you, baby, I'm gonna be home soon.
I'm gonna be home soon, okay?
I miss you, man, I miss you.
Can't wait to be home with you.
- I miss you too.
- Yo, what's up?
- Where you at, nigga?
- Shit, just slid by a little shorty crib,
nothing crazy, man, what's up?
- Nigga love them hos.
All right man, just a couple drops we gotta make,
I'll meet you at the spot tonight.
- All right, for sure.
- Duty calls, right?
- I'ma see you soon, okay?
Okay?
- What's up, motherfucker?
- Nigga!
You trip, nigga?
You been gone, nigga?
You out makin' deals, nigga?
Fuckin' kill you, nigga
- Enough.
That's enough!
Did you really think I wasn't going to find out?
- Whatchu talkin' 'bout, Keys?
I didn't do nothing.
- Come on.
You was my mans.
My brother.
- I am.
- When I ate, you ate.
What the fuck, man?
This whole time you've been making deals
behind my motherfucking back?
And for what?
I was paying you, my nigga!
- I was gonna bring you in, man.
- Shut the fuck up.
This how you repay me,
with this greedy ass, grimy ass shit?
I ain't never expect no shit like this from you, man.
Nigga, we grew up together!
- I was gonna bring you in, bro.
I promise. - I know.
I know you was gonna bring me in.
But you didn't.
- Don't do this.
- Even when I told you not to.
Went and did the fucking deals anyway.
- I'm sorry.
It's like, "Fuck Keys," huh?
I got your "Fuck Keys."
- No, you don't have to Keys-
- "Fuck Keys," huh?
- Nah, man.
We brothers.
- You know what?
Have at it.
- Whatchu waitin' on, nigga? - Come on, man.
- Handle your business.
- Don't do it.
- Captain, I'm telling you,
you gotta pull the plug on this mission
or you're gonna damage him forever.
He probably doesn't even remember his name is Corey.
- I hear you, Rogers,
but we're this close to nailing Keys for good.
We just need a little more time.
We have to get Corey to meet the real connect,
and then we can shut it down.
- I'm with Rogers.
Cap, this shit is getting out of hand.
- Y'all done talkin' 'bout me or what?
- You know how to show up on time or what?
- I had some business to attend to.
- You see what I'm talkin' about, Captain?
- Listen here, Corey,
I don't give a rat's ass
what type of business you had to attend to.
Your business is with me first.
Don't you forget that.
- Keys murdered Ty.
Tortured that nigga.
So what the fuck did you want me to do?
Be like, "Oh Keys, sorry bro,
I have to go meet with the Cap"?
Well this shit is getting real.
- What the hell did he do that for?
- For betraying him.
Ty was making side deals with some dudes over in Compton.
It's pretty fucking clear Keys don't play about his loyalty.
- Alright, that's it.
I'm pulling you out of there.
- No, Cap, what?
Yo, I'm too far in, yo, I'm this close to nailin' him.
- It's not safe anymore. Corey.
- When the fuck was it ever safe, Captain?
Isn't that why you brought me in?
Because you knew that only I could get the job done.
- You need to see a therapist, Corey.
You've been in way too long,
and it's clear you're caught up in this shit.
Do you even remember your name?
- Have you talked to Sierra lately?
- Hey, keep my girl's name out your motherfucking mouth.
I can worry about my damn self.
- We're just worried about you, that's all, Corey.
This whole undercover stuff can take a toll on your mental.
We care about that more than the case.
- How about all y'all learn to mind y'all business.
And all that extra shit?
We'll figure it out when I nail a dude.
Look, I'm outta here.
- Stop right there, Corey.
I said stop right there, that's an order!
- You gonna arrest me or not?
I got shit to do.
- This kid's gonna get himself killed.
- This game is crazy, Dray.
It's hard to trust niggas nowadays.
And don't nobody give a fuck about loyalty anymore.
It's every man for himself
in these motherfucking streets, man.
You can trust me, my nigga.
I'm rockin' with you a hundred percent.
- I know you are, and you proved that shit.
But that nigga Ty was my mans.
- He fucked it up tryna cross me, man.
I mean I was feeding that nigga, man!
- Man, fuck that nigga Ty.
That nigga was a snake.
It was just a matter of time before he revealed himself.
Put me in.
Enough of all that though, man.
You know I'm taking Kim to Jamaica, right?
- Yeah.
- I need to introduce you to my connect before I leave
so you can handle business for me when I'm gone.
Niggam is you ready to make some real money or what?
- Let's go.
- Keys.
My man.
- Ivan.
- And you?
- Dray Jacobs.
- Nice to meet you, Dray.
Don't make me regret this.
Of course not, sir.
- Bliat.
Don't call me sir, it's way too formal.
Pozhalusta, please,
have seat.
Let's go to it.
I'm going to supply you with ten new keys,
little bit more than your normal shipment.
But I have a lot more product coming in,
need to get this shit off the ground.
Can you handle that?
- Let's dispense with the bullshit, shall we?
You know this is easy work for me because you know my work,
which is why I'm here.
- I trust you'll bring back all of my money,
just like you always do.
- Absolutely.
Dray here will be your point of contact
as I'll be on vacation with my misses.
If there are any issues or concerns,
and mind you, I don't anticipate there will be,
Dray will assist you.
- Thrown to the fire just like that, hmm?
I like that shit.
Just don't fuck up.
- Of course not.
I got you.
- Vince, get the shit.
Need to wrap this up.
I'll see you soon.
- Yeah, no doubt.
- Indeed you will.
- We got him.
- Can't wait to be on the beach drinking some long islands.
- What about making love to your man on the beach?
- Of course, baby, you know I got you.
- Okay, all right.
Mm, you know what?
Let's shut this down right now before somethin' jump off.
- Mm. - Take the bag to the car,
come back and get yours.
- Okay.
- Get the fuck on the ground.
Get the fuck on the ground!
Turn around, put your hands on your head.
Interlace your fingers.
Kevin Laos, you're under arrest.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be held against you
in a court of law.
- Worry about this shit, man.
Y'all motherfuckers ain't got nothing on me.
I am a working man.
- The fuck is this?
- This is Officer Shaw.
- Nah, man, this ain't no motherfucking Officer Shaw.
This is Dray motherfucking Jacobs, my man.
Kim!
Fuck.
You motherfuckers-
- Get him outta here. - You motherfuckers!
- Get him outta here. - Man, you fucked up!
- No, you fucked up. - You fucked up.
- No, you fucked up! - Fuck you, man!
- Fuck you!
- Honestly, it hasn't been easy,
but I mean things are starting to get a little bit better,
you know?
Gettin' back to my morning routine, praying, journaling,
and just spending time with Sierra.
I'm just tryna make up for the time that was lost.
- I'm glad to hear that
things are getting back to normal for you, Corey.
How is Sierra reacting to you being home?
- I mean, she's happy I'm home of course,
but I can definitely tell that the time away
has taken its toll on her.
She's irritable,
and it just seems like the pregnancy is ramping things up.
- Well, just be there for her the best you can
'cause she needs you.
There's nothing that you can do about the past,
but you have every opportunity to show her that you care.
- Yeah, it's just a little hard sometimes, you know?
I really feel like I let her down
by not being there for her.
- Trust me,
things are gonna be difficult for quite a while,
but you're gonna be all right.
You were undercover for quite a while
and you endured a lot mentally.
It's gonna be a process,
but I will be there with you every step of the way.
- Hey, thanks Dr. Carson.
I appreciate you.
- Babe!
Babe, hurry up, we're gonna be late!
- Yeah, mac and cheese just ran through me.
- See, I told you to slow down on it, now look.
- I know, I know, it's too good though.
- Let's go, we only have 20 minutes to get there.
- All right, all right.
Hold on, hold on, just gimme a second.
I can't wait to be a father.
I'm just so thankful that God just
allow me be here with you.
- Corey, not right now. - Baby, baby, just wait.
Just gimme a second.
I'm sorry I left you.
And I'm sorry I went and took this job
and we spent all this time apart,
but I can't make up for the time, baby, and I'm sorry.
But I promise you
that I will devote every waking moment of my life
to being the best father and the future husband
to you and little CJ.
I regret taking that job and I'm sorry.
I really should have listened to you and
I pray that you forgive me.
I love you.
- It's okay, baby.
It's okay.
- I'm sorry.
- No, I love you.
- Love you too.
Okay, come on.
We only have 20 minutes to get there.
- All right, all right, all right.
- Oo, slow, baby.
- Okay, okay, I got you.
Notice I'm on the had.
- It's a girl. - It's not a girl.
- It's a girl, baby.
- It's CJ.
If it's a boy it's a boy though.
- It's gonna be a girl, it's gonna be a girl.
- You know I got you.
- Thank you.
- Careful, got you, got you.
- Okay, thank you.
- Oh, baby, I forgot my phone in the house.
- Dang.
- Can you hurry up and get it?
We're running late already.
- All right.
- Your daddy is crazy.
- Come here, bitch. - What, no!
- Shut the fuck up!
I'm not fuckin' playing with you.
- No!
- Man, hurry up!
- Fuck. Fuck, fuck!
Fuck!
Fu-