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I see potential in you, my friend.

You could replace me.

- What's going on, Tommy?
- Well, like you said,

we work for Milan till we don't.

Andy and Alby swooped in and
got the deal with Karen, bro.

They moved so fucking fast.

If you help me out on this,

I'll set you up with the biggest
bust of your career.

My name's Slim. You mind
if we shoot a few?

Yeah, sure.

It's just a matter of time
until you're exposed.

What's this?

It belongs to Lobos's guy, okay?

Whoever the leak is at your office

was calling him on that phone.

You go back to the Feds.
You tell 'em you'll help 'em.

You give 'em a bigger fish.

Tommy, Ghost is plotting
something against Milan.

If you're working on some plan to get
out, you better fucking tell me.

Got no plan, man. Don't know where
his headquarters are, man.

- Can you tell me where he hangs out?
- No.

I'm just as much in the dark as you.

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Shipment's out.

Everything as usual,
plus Milan's new shit...

And we're looking good from our
collections, except for Ruiz.

Ain't got a dime from him.

Milan wants his territory covered ASAP.

I thought you had him on lock.

Trust me, Ruiz is good
for it, all right?

He never wanted out of
the game to begin with.

He's good. He wants back in.

Oh, yeah? He don't seem like it.

It means, he hit me up last night.

He said he wanted to
talk about something,

so I'm going by there later.

So you talking to Ruiz now but you
can't pick up the phone for me?

I mean, I hit you last night.

What you find, a good piece
of pussy or something?

No, I was with Milan.

Brought me to his warehouse

where he keeps that designer shit.

He just wanted me to know where it was.

- How'd it look?
- How did it look?

It looked like a fuckin' warehouse...

Made of bricks, cold, dark.

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_

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Tommy, you will come to know
these men as time goes on

and you continue to show your value.

Hey, Milan.

_

Tommy is one of us now.
Isn't that right?

We just got to be on the same page.

- You know what I mean?
- Mm-mm.

What I'm saying is, if
we get anything, Tommy,

we've got to make sure we talk.

- I know.
- Oh, okay.

The Feds step to Angela about Lobos?

Is she keeping her fucking mouth shut?

They're looking at her, yeah,

but I found something on Hugo

that I think Angela could use.

She'll figure it out, man. She's smart.

She ain't that fucking smart.

And if she was, she never would've
gotten mixed up with you in the first place.

See you later.

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Ms. Egan, it's good to see you again.

You look breathtaking.

- It was Agent Asshole, right?
- Right.

Oh, that must make you Agent Dickhead.

Tommy ain't here.

Now, that's funny that you know
we're looking for your son.

When's the last time you saw him?

We're not just gonna
walk away, Ms. Egan.

Thank you.

So when's the last time you saw him?

It's been days since
I've last seen Tommy.

Stubborn kid... won't let me
pay him back for the pizza.

- Yeah?
- 25 bucks to pick up

two pepperoni pies...
Can you believe that price?

Wow. 25... that is...
That is really something.

I got the receipt around here somewhere.

Ah, take a look for yourself.

- Oh, look at that.
- Hm.

Huh.

Hey, Knox. Look at the date.

That's the last time you saw Tommy?

Yeah, yeah.

He was here all day, hogging the remote.

How do we know he was here all day...

That at some point he didn't
leave, come back?

Oh, well, we bought it
with his credit card.

I think it's time we got
out of your hair, Ms. Egan.

Sorry for the trouble.

Be sure to tell Tommy we stopped by.

Just a little bit to
the left... about 6 inches.

Perfect.

Okay, and make sure that extra
signs are posted out front.

- We'll take care of it.
- Thank you, guys.

Hey, girl. What's going on?

Wondering if you talked
to 'Keisha today.

She ain't showed up,

and ain't nobody here
covering her shift, either.

- You tried calling her?
- She ain't picking up.

- Probably with some nigga.
- Huh.

You might want to call her yourself.

Ah, all right, don't worry about it.

- I'll track her down. Thanks.
- Bye.

_

- What's up, Dre?
- What's up, boy? Your mom here?

Nah. She's not home.

What the hell happened
to you last night, man?

You trying to get me
in trouble with your pops?

Nah. Slim just came to
pick me up from school.

My fault I didn't tell you about it,

but thanks for covering up for me.

Well, I had you this time,

but I ain't doing that shit again, man.

What'd you and Slim do?

He just took me to
the old neighborhood him

and my dad grew up in.

I guess you too, right?

That's it? Nothing else happened?

No, nothing else.

Look, man, just be careful
of Slim, okay?

Why? I thought you guys was friends.

I mean, yeah, we are,
but I'm your friend first.

Just saying, you ain't got to
hang out with him all the time, okay?

All right.

Whoa, Valdes, where
you headed in such a hurry?

- Ladies' room... excuse me.
- Hey, Valdes, did you hear?

I think we're, uh, all about to
be cleared of this MJ bullshit.

What happened?

It looks like someone initiated a search

in the prison system
related to Lobos's whereabouts.

Nugget is, it was done after we
told everyone Lobos was dead.

Whoever it was obviously
wasn't one of us.

Because we knew of Lobos's location.

They're trying to find the source
of the search as we speak.

Once they do, we'll all be exonerated.

Can't wait.

Who the fuck is this supposed to pay?

What's the problem?

You know this ain't gonna be enough
to cover the whole shipment.

Like I said before, I'm
not paying into something

that I don't believe in.

Okay, just so we're all clear,

you want me to bring this
to our connect in your name?

You got to do what you got to do.

Look, Tomas, we got
a system set in place

and a clientele that expects
a certain product.

It ain't easy to diversify.

I'm not saying I
don't want to play ball,

but I think this would be a lot easier

if I heard it from the horse's mouth.

Okay. Okay.

Hey, Poncho, what
you think about all this?

Simple shit to me... the end of
the day, it's still drugs, man.

- That's what I'm talking about.
- Listen.

I told Ruiz we should push this
shit to kids studying for exams.

My nephew and his friends
stay up all night.

The neighborhood is changing.

We got to keep up with the times.

- Yeah.
- He ain't listening.

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Hey. How are you?

After I told you Lobos
was alive, who did you tell?

I didn't tell anyone.

Whoever you told initiated a
search for Lobos's location in the system.

Who the fuck did you tell, Jamie?

Because when they find him,

he's gonna give you up
and we're both fucked.

They can't give me up legally.

Proctor?

Boy, are you out of your fucking mind?

You had Proctor looking into this?

Look, if they find out it's Proctor,

we're protected, okay... fully.

We just say, after the Lobos attack,

he looked into his location
to make sure that his client,

Tommy Egan, was safe. That's it.

No, see, everyone thought
Lobos was dead.

Lobos's location was irrelevant

unless Proctor knew he was alive,

and the only people
who knew were in my office.

It's a straight line... Proctor
to Tommy to you to me.

Look, they can't prove
that you told me anything.

They need proof.

Juries don't need proof.

They need a good story.

I knew Lobos was alive.

We were living together,
sleeping together.

They don't need a fucking map.

Angela, it's under control, all right?

You were right about the Feds
going by Kate's house.

They went by Kate's house.
They fucking pushed.

They pushed hard, especially Greg,

but she held up. She held
up because of you.

There's no way... Greg isn't
on the Lobos murder task force.

Greg was there.

You know what he's thinking, huh?

Can you trust him?

My relationship with Greg
is none of your business.

I'm looking into the burner
cell you gave me,

and hopefully, for all our sakes,

it leads to something that
can end this whole damn thing,

and I never have to see you again.

I, um... I heard MJ
and Lance found a new lead,

someone looking for Lobos in the system.

That's good news, right?

Could be.

Maybe they'll find the leak that way.

Perfect. Thank you.

Welcome.

I can't stop thinking about

that damn video and Jamie's alibi.

Do you still think
Tommy's one of Lobos's killers?

I don't know.

I spoke with Kate Egan today.

Medina let me come along
because I know her.

I should have told you, totally.

It's just everything
moved so quick, 'cause...

- Well, what'd she say?
- Uh, well, what you'd expect...

That she was with him and eating pizza.

I don't know. I... she's crazy.

I... well... you know,
she could be lying.

I just can't prove it.

Hm.

Listen, um...

I didn't want to believe
the St. Patrick alibi,

but I can't ignore a surveillance tape.

Facts are facts, so...

our pursuit of St.
Patrick and Egan as the killers,

it's over, so...

Gonna have to find the leak another way.

But you and I, we're gonna
keep working together

to clear our names, I promise.

We're on the same team now.

James, good to see you again.

Kantos.

Hm.

Andy and Alby just want the party

and the cementing of
their partnership with Karen

to be a community event,

and, seeing as you're
part of the community,

they wanted to ensure
that you're invited.

You're serious?
You're working with them now?

With the Bassett deal finalized,
there was a need for expansion,

and with expansion came a need for
someone to run the day-to-day.

Good thing I was free.

I do, however, need one
little thing from you.

Stern's guest list, the one I gave you?

I want it back.

Why would I do that?

Because I could have said

so much about you, but I didn't.

Yeah, so I just need that list.

I understand. I'll get
the list together.

You can pick it up in a few days.

- Yo.
- Where we at?

Yo, dude, these youngins,

they're eating this shit up.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Here you go.

We'll hit the numbers you
set... couple more shifts.

- Thanks.
- Good work, Julito.

I want you to hit me the moment we do.

All right, bro.

Greg?

Greg?

I woke up. You were gone. I thought...

I guess I'm used to people disappearing
in the middle of the night.

Yeah. Well, I'm right here.

Ghost asked me where
I was the other night.

What did you tell him?

Enough not to be suspicious.

Look, I told him I came here.

I think he just wants to be
involved with everything.

Ghost is not the type to ask a question

without knowing the answer.

He knew exactly where you were,

and I know this because
Bratislav saw him following you.

It's disappointing, isn't it?

I like you, Tommy, but your
other half's persistence for an exit

has put your potential in jeopardy.

Ghost following me
don't mean he want to get out.

It's him trying to figure
out what I'm doing.

He's still down with your vision,

I promise you, lock and step.

Maybe you're right, but either
way, from this point forward,

I'm holding you responsible
for his actions,

and if you cannot get him in
line and he continues looking into me,

then, well, it's
back into the pit for you.

And this time I will
not stop Petar and the men.

I thought I was your apprentice.

You are, Tommy,

but you are tethered to Ghost.

Ghost is an attachment,

and attachments are bad for business

if you want to stay alive.

I'll handle Ghost.

Hey, Bob, can you do
some digging for me?

I got a serial number
of a possible burner.

I was trying to find the phone
number attached to it.

- A burner?
- Yeah, and the phone call,

text history... you know,
whatever you can do.

Okay, sure. I'll... I'll look it up.

Okay, great. I'm gonna send
it to you right now.

- Okay, I got it.
- All right, thanks. Bye.

Sally, it's Angela Valdes, the AUSA.

I helped you on the Whittier case.

- Yeah, last summer.
- That's right.

Could you look up a card number for me?

- I need the cardholder name.
- Of course.

I-I'll try.

Emailing it to you right now.

- Got it.
- Great.

It was prepaid.

Prepaid? No purchaser name?

Uh, that's about it.

Could you tell me
where it was purchased?

That'll take a while. I'll
have to get back to you.

Okay, fine. Be sure to call me back.

- I will.
- Thanks.

I don't know why I'm fucking surprised.

What's the problem, Tommy?

Milan knows that you followed me

to his warehouse the other night.

You just gonna stand
there and look stupid

or are you gonna be real for a change?

Look, man, you don't
understand what I'm trying to...

No, you don't.

Milan said he's gonna kill
me if you don't stop.

He made it clear. One
more time and I'm dead.

You fucking hearing me?

You willing to risk my life
to get yourself out?

I chose you over Holly.

This time, motherfucker,
you need to choose me.

I do.

I choose you, all right?
I'll leave it alone.

I hope so.

- Tommy.
- Yeah?

Ruiz hit me up about that payment.

Look, man, I was thinking. He ain't
never gonna reach his full potential

unless we set up a meet,
you know, between he and Milan.

You know how that motherfucker is.

Yeah, I do.

We set up a little face-to-face

between he and Milan,

make him feel all
fucking cozy and special.

- How you want to do it?
- You run the point on this one,

brother, all right? You take him.

Better for all involved if I
just peel back on this one.

Okay.

6'4", displayed 104...

What you got for me?

So Ghost is still in good
with that Serbian motherfucker,

and now they moving
some new weight... pills.

I don't want none of what
they got going on as long

as they fucking with that Serbian nigga.

The minute he out the picture,
I'm coming to collect.

All right, bet, man.

Tariq said, "What's up?"

You thought he wasn't gonna
tell me what you said, huh?

Hey, what the fuck were
you doing with him

the other day, man?

He said he wanted to chill, so we did.

If I was gonna cap the little nigga,

don't you think I would've
already done it?

You said you was gonna teach
Ghost a history lesson.

What the fuck you mean by that?

Sit tight, motherfucker.

You'll know when I want you to know.

You thinking you should
just tell Ghost, right?

What you think he's gonna
do when he learn I'm alive,

in town, hanging out with his kid,

and you knew the whole time?

Hmm?

You ain't got no options, Dre.

You made a choice... me.

Ain't no moves left.

All right, man. Get
the fuck out of here.

- You're not gonna flush?
- This a fucking joke to you?

No, it's not. Sorry, just...

You think I want to be here
in this fucking pisser,

plotting and scheming like a filthy rat?

I'm a Soldado, a primera.

Vibora, I get that this
is tough for you.

I do. You're a man of principles.

I respect that, but it
was you who reached out to me

because you got
something big, right... a meeting?

- Tonight.
- With Ghost?

- With Milan.
- Will Ghost be there?

I don't think you're following me.

Getting closer to Milan is big.

What the hell's that?

State-of-the-art
FBI button recorder.

Before the meeting,

you're gonna attach this behind
the collar on your jacket.

It's gonna record anything

within a 20-foot radius, all right?

Now, it doesn't emit a signal,

so if you're searched it won't
be detected by a scanner.

If they find that on me, I won't
make it out of that room alive.

Then they better not find it.

Meet me in the morning.

Remember, I want St. Patrick.

He shows up, you get
him on the recording.

He doesn't, you make sure that
he's the topic of conversation.

- All right?
- Gonna see what I can do.

Fuck you want?

Look, man, I need to talk
to you about Tariq.

Ghost got me watching him.

He been talking a lot about
you lately and that... you know,

everything going on with him
and... and Ghost and his mom, I...

Bro, I just think you
need to check him out.

Thanks very much, Dr. fucking Phil.

- I'll be sure to talk to him.
- All right.

Just so you know,

Tariq is family business,
and you ain't family.

Even though I'm the reason
why you're still walking around?

Oh, you didn't know that?
Ghost didn't tell you, did he?

I'm the one that heard that
the Koreans wanted to light you up.

I told Ghost. So listen, Tommy.

I'm not here to fuck up
whatever you got going on

or step on your toes at all, bro.

I simply just want to
be down with you and Ghost.

That's it.

That's a nice speech, kid,
but we're done talking.

Thank you again for that
enlightening presentation

on otorhinolaryngology, Dr. Sullivan.

Next we have Raina and Tariq
St. Patrick's father,

Mr. James St. Patrick.

Mr. St. Patrick is one of Manhattan's
biggest nightclub owners.

Thank you for that.
Hello, parents and kids.

How you guys doing?

- Good.
- You sure?

Yeah.

Thanks for having me here.

The late, great Dr. Maya
Angelou once said,

"You may not control all of the events

"that have happened to you

but you can decide to not
be reduced by them."

A question already... Yes, young man?

You own a nightclub?

Absolutely. I own three nightclubs.

You ever have any famous people come
in the clubs, like Fetty Wap?

Odell Beckham?

Bump that. How 'bout Beyonc�?

Uh, sure, we have had

the occasional
celebrity or two come in the club.

This is the secret.

It's to make everyone
who comes to the club

feel like a Fetty Wap or Beyonc�...

A celebrity, you know?

We want everybody to feel like a star

for that night, at least,

and, yes, Odell Beckham
has been in the club.

Your dad's awesome.
You ever been to the clubs?

Yes, young beautiful lady
in the middle of the room?

- Is it hard, running a club?
- Yeah, baby girl, it's...

- Dad.
- Pardon me.

Yes, Raina, it is hard to run a club,

but it's, uh...

It's hardest on those who you love.

Um, can't speak for all
the other parents here,

but when I decided to follow my dreams,

it took me away from my family.

And it's my fault.

You know, you don't realize
the late nights

and the meetings that you decide
to take instead of going home,

that just extends this gap
between you and them,

and, well, kids, it's a gap

that you can't fill with words.

So you just do your best

and show them how important they are.

Where was I?

Okay.

- You were great.
- Thank you.

Gonna take this real quick, Tasha.

- Hello?
- You are one smart son of a bitch.

You were right. As soon as
I reached out to Agent Knox

with news of a meeting, he tells me to
meet him in some fucking men's room

and he hands me this little
recording device.

You didn't meet him at the FBI?

No. Restaurant... west 50s.

He's running you off the books, man.

Means he'd never be able
to officially use you

unless he can corroborate it with
hard proof like a recording.

Knox wants me to make sure
you're mentioned on the tape.

I cannot be mentioned, not once.

Neither Tommy nor I can be incriminated

in any way or the deal is off.

Yeah, well, that'd be a lot easier to do

if Tommy was in on the plan.

You deal with Milan.
Ruiz, I'll deal with Tommy.

Just make sure we're not mentioned
on the recording.

Est� bien.

Hey, my family.

Dad, you were amazing.

- AUSA Valdes.
- It's Sally.

I did some research,
but I wasn't able to locate

where the prepaid card
you asked about was purchased.

- Angela?
- I'm here.

- Thanks for getting back to me.
- Sure. Bye.

You gonna talk to me or what?

Sorry.

Knox, seriously, I don't got

all fucking day to
mess with you. What's up?

All right, I'm working on a hunch,

but I need you to not ask me
where I got the information.

Oh, fuck that, man. I
know better than to trust you.

If we solve the
Lobos murder, you solve it.

I won't take any credit.

- All right, what's up?
- All right.

The cell that was found
on Lobos when he was killed...

What was the phone number
attached to it?

917-555-0155.

- Oh.
- Knox, you better spill.

- What the fuck is going on?
- One... one... one more question

then we can act like we never
had this fucking conversation, okay?

I promise.

Did you guys find out

where the burner ending
in 0148 was purchased?

Look at me. I am protecting you.

- I'm gonna look it up.
- Okay. Thank you.

Thank you.

All right, here it is.

I'll send it to you. Let's go.

People think they got to go to them
fancy spots to get their kicks.

When you in the hood,
this is all you need.

I know Dre told you
not to hang out with me,

but Dre be talking out
both sides of his mouth.

I know he say he's your friend,
but you can't always know

what's on his mind.

- What you think?
- I told you already.

I told Dre I think you're cool.

Well, you got it right there.

Don't let no nigga try to
talk you into how you feel.

Those are clean.

Man, $250 clean?

It's all good.

Clearly you got your mom and
your dad buying you nice shit.

When I was coming up, man,
if you wanted some nice shit,

you had to go and get it yourself.

You used to steal 'em?

That's how you showed people
you wasn't no pussy,

how you let 'em know
you needed to be respected.

You want people to respect you, right?

- I'm gonna step out real quick.
- Okay.

Excuse me.

Can I have these in a size 10?

Yeah.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

Yeah, come on. Fuck this place.

Let's get out of here.

- You two have a nice day.
- All right.

So with this partnership, you're
gonna get one of these gems

in each and every one of your hotels.

It is an impressive space.

Yeah, it's plush.

So if you follow me,

we're gonna show you one
of our four exclusive lounges.

- Okay.
- Yeah, head right over there.

I'm a man of my word. I
promised Simon Stern's guest list.

Where's Kantos?

Uh, he's not here right
now. He's out running errands.

So do you want to swing back
later on when he's back,

or do you want to have a
seat and watch us work?

Pleasure to see you again, Karen.

Enjoy the party tonight.

- NYPD!
- Whoa.

- What's happening?
- I don't know.

Uh, excuse me.
Excuse me. Who's in charge?

- What...
- Andy Jones and Albert Tatum,

we have a warrant
to search the premises.

We have reason to believe
there's drugs being sold

- and housed in this club.
- Drugs? Mate, you're...

You're off your head. Right, right.

I'm gonna call my solicitor
and sue you for slander.

- Right away, please.
- We have no idea what this is about...

- Absolutely.
- But we can assure you

we have never nor
currently allow drugs in this club.

Oh, wow.

- Ask you to step back...
- We have no idea how that got in there.

- Karen, Karen, Karen! No, no...
- Hey, excuse me.

We have no idea how that got in there.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will

be used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford an attorney,

one will be provided
for you. Take 'em out.

Let's go. Come on.

This isn't over. Hey, don't-don't...

This is a setup. A setup
is what it is, mate.

That's a pity, right? What a shame.

But there's always a
silver lining, Karen.

Yeah, forgive me if I don't
share your optimism

for this moment, Mr. St. Patrick.

An exclusive black-tie event
at my club in a few days,

and I would love for your father and you

to be my personal guests.

- Right.
- If you're free.

Our schedules seem to be open.

Have a good night.

What the hell are you doing here?

I waited for you at Truth like you said.

Yeah, well, good thing
you didn't wait here, right?

Could've been your ass
carried away in those handcuffs,

with your record.

As I promised. Take it.

Kantos, you and I aren't gonna have

any problems going forward, are we?

No, we won't.

Ruiz, welcome.

You were at the club.

Why didn't you step forward and
say that you were the connect?

I only make myself known
to a select few.

Cuts down on witnesses.

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.
You better back the fuck up.

Your men already frisked us
at the door. You feel me?

Milan, I've known Vibora a long time.

If I can trust him, you can trust him.

Hands up, please.

All right. Tommy's right.

If you trust him, you frisk him.

Okay. Excuse me. Pardon me.

Sorry.

Is there a problem?

A gift for the host.

A token of appreciation

for taking the meeting
on such short notice.

I've already heard this speech.

So if it's the same to everybody,

I'm gonna wait in the hallway.

_

_

So, gentlemen, let's talk business.

At the sound of the beep,
leave a message.

Damn, 'Keisha.

Where you at? Call me back, okay?

Please.

Hey. I didn't think you'd still be up.

I couldn't sleep.

I see.

I'd offer you one, but...

No need, but I am gonna celebrate, Tash.

I beat those little motherfuckers,

and I got my club on the brink
of everything I ever wanted.

This is it.

Well, I'm happy for you.

For us, T.

This deal means that the Truth brand

will expand beyond my wildest dreams,

but, more importantly, our children

will have legit money behind them

for the rest of their lives.

I got to say,

you said you would
make it on the club side,

and... you pulled it off.

I was wrong.

- You did a great job today.
- Mm, yeah.

The kids seemed to enjoy it,

but I don't know if the
Bougie Bitches Club noticed.

I noticed.

That stuff you said today about us...

Mm-hmm.

About me and the kids...

You mean it?

Every single word.

I'm glad you found a way

to get Milan his money.

Thank you.

Thank you for protecting us from him.

Look at me, Tasha.

No matter what,

I'll always protect you and the kids.

You are my family.

I guess you got it all
figured out, don't you?

You can say that.

It's late. Um, I...

Raina's got a dentist
appointment tomorrow.

No, wait...

Hold on, baby.

_

Who'd you want that to be?

I've known you a long time, Ghost.

Can't nothing be wrong
on your big night, right?

Once I get this call, the night's
about to get bigger.

Mm.

Because Ruiz is gonna help
me take down Milan.

Wait, what? What are...
What are you talking about?

I got a plan in motion

to get us out from
under Milan once and for all.

Ruiz?

I mean, you think you can trust him?

Tash...

I got way too much on him,

it makes it hard for
him not to play ball.

I don't know about this plan, Ghost.

Maybe you should be careful when...

The plan's already in
motion as we speak.

Just waiting on the call.

I mean, while I'm waiting, you know,

probably got time for round two.

I don't know.

I-I need to think before we...

I think maybe you should
go back to the office.

Wait, you-you serious?
Tasha, we just...

I mean, what are the kids gonna think

when they come in here in the morning

and see you sleeping in my bed?

It ain't us getting
back together, is it?

You're probably right.

I'll go.

Good night, T.

Good night, Ghost.

Hmm.

Yo, T, what's good?

Ghost just told me
he's gonna take out Milan.

He didn't tell me the specifics,

but he told me he's using Ruiz

to do it, right now.

Milan said that if Ghost
doesn't fall in line,

he's gonna kill me and the kids.

You need to find out
what's going on with Ghost,

and you need to stop him.

Listen, I got you, T.

I'm gonna take care of it.

Thanks for calling.

Get yourself some sleep.

It's all gonna be fine now.

Okay. Bye.

The alert you wanted me
to set up... we got something.

NYPD just sent this over.

One of Lobos's, uh, henchmen
was found dead

a few days ago... A Hugo Sanchez.

- No shit?
- Why would he still be here?

If he was working for Lobos,

that job ended when the man was shot.

Sanchez must've still been communicating

with someone on the inside,

probably this leak
everyone's looking for,

but I guess he can't
be a witness now, huh?

No, I guess he can't.

Unless we find out where he was staying.

Maybe he met with a person there, huh?

- I'll look into it.
- No, I'll do it.

You go home.

- You sure?
- Yeah, for sure. Great work.

All right. Thanks.

Boom!

My kids would cry. Everybody...

This is good. So we're all
one big happy family now?

Well, Milan heard my concerns

and helped me to understand
my importance here.

So we're good.

We're going to have a drink,
Tommy, to celebrate

our continued
relationship. You will be joining us.

I got to call it a night.
I got a meet across town.

I told Poncho to take off.

I said I'd give you a ride home...

- Oh...
- But we got to break now.

Well, guess that's
good night for me too, then.

Gentlemen, a pleasure. Sir.

It's a beautiful car.

Thank you.

My father used to
own one just like it...

Well, for a little while.

Hey, Ruiz...

You know what it's like to be betrayed.

- Yes, I do.
- Yeah. I know. I know.

Somebody you trust constantly
looking you in the eye

but lying to your face...
There's no going back.

That's how he does it...
One side of his mouth

telling you what he thinks
you want to hear

and the other side
giving you just enough

to make you think he
actually gives a fuck

about you and what you think.

But he don't care about
what happens to you.

He just uses you until
he don't need you no more.

That's what doing Lobos was about.

Tommy, it's been a long night.

What do you say we leave it alone, huh?

Me and Ghost killed him to start over,

but it was never about that,

just like going from corner boys

to running the biggest shop
in New York fucking City

wasn't about being gangsters.

It was all for him,

all so he could figure
another way to get out.

What's wrong?

Ah, just... the old bitch,
she's overheating.

Better pull over, check it out.

Older cars... You know how it is.

Sit tight. I'll be a second.

Hey, Ruiz,

you get me my flashlight
in the glove box?

I used to work on my dad's car.

If it's overheating,
you're gonna have to...

Tommy, what are you doing?

You're gonna regret this.

No, I won't, 'cause it
ain't me doing this to you.

It's Ghost.

No problems?

I been stealing cars
since I was 11, man.

Yeah.

- Oh, shit.
- Come on.

Help me drag him to the car.

All right.

No, hold up.

Ghost don't know about this, right?

No. He won't know you're
involved, unless you say shit.

Pfft. I ain't saying
a goddamn thing, man.

Betel...

179 West 8th Ave.

181 West 8th Ave...

Where have I see...

Son of a bitch.

Holy shit.

Mike, what the fuck?

Tommy?

What are you doing here, man?

Have a seat, Ghost.

I know you had a plan with Ruiz.

Ruiz told me about it...

Right before I stabbed him.

Ruiz is... he's dead?

Tommy, where's the body?

Where's the body?

It's under the
fuckin' LIE, where I left it.

Who gives a fuck about the body?

I told you, one more time,
and Milan was gonna kill me,

and you looked me in the face,

and you said you weren't.

What makes you think Milan
isn't gonna kill us tomorrow

or the next day or the next
fucking day after that?

You fucking lied to me, Ghost.

To me.

I didn't want you in the dark.

I wanted to do this with you...

Take Milan's fucking ass down. Why?

Because Milan out of the way
benefits both of us, man,

but I didn't think
I'd get you to see it.

So yes, I lied, all right,
but if you want me to say

I'm sorry... To fucking sit here

and say I'm sorry, it's
not gonna happen, Tommy.

I want out, man,

and I'm never gonna stop,

never, until I get out.

So unless you put me down, right here,

right now,

it is what it is, man.

You said getting Milan out the way

benefits both of us.

That right?

Yeah, I said that.

Help me see that.

Okay.

You want to run the drug business

the way you want to run it,

and I want to run my life
the way I want to run it.

As long as Milan's in charge, Tommy,

it ain't gonna happen, man,
for either one of us.

But I'm getting in so good with him.

Tommy, he's a fucking psychopath, man,

and every day you... you allow
him to dig his claws in,

it's one more day he gets closer

to the organization becoming his.

So I say we fucking get rid of him, man.

And you can mark your own path, brother.

I just need some time

to come up with a plan
to take Milan down.

I just need some time.

No.

Tommy...

Ghost...

If we're gonna do this...

Kill Milan... I call the shots.

I'll come up with a plan.

Call you in the morning.

Tommy, I didn't expect
to see you back tonight.

What's going on?

A few days ago,

you asked me if I was one of you.

I did.

Yeah, you did.

Well, I am,

and we need to kill Ghost.

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