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Previously on Ghost...

- Excuse me.
- Sorry.

- Harper?
- Rashad.

Have we, uh,
moved forward on Rollins?

- Not yet.
- So...

get on it.

Who is this bitch?

All I got
is a name... Noma.

From now on, I'ma be
working for her...

Me, Cane, and Brayden...

Or else she gonna
kill all three of us.

He's in every picture
outside the penthouse.

You guys are... you're focused
on the St. Patrick kid?

He is not the kingpin.

The fact that Tariq,
Effie, Brayden,

the Tejadas all believe
that their attempt succeeded

is the only thing

keeping you and your
family alive right now.

There are only two
people on this planet

who really know what we
did, and we're taking that

to the motherfucking grave.

Uh...

Our family's
being targeted

for killing the Guaps,

and I bet you whoever
did that shit to Dru

got Zeke, too.

- Zeke's championship ring.
- I didn't do anything.

Yeah, he must have pulled
that shit off of Zeke

- when he fucking killed him.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

I ain't have nothing
to do with it!

- You motherfucker!
- Zeke never wore that ring.

You stole Zeke's ring,

you set up this nigga
to jump my brother,

then you planted that shit
when you paid him off.

Zeke was in Mecca's car
getting into Mecca's jet,

so I thought he was Mecca.

This is not a good time, Davis.

Holy shit.

You wanna
move Noma's product,

that's exactly how we do
it... Fucking Wall Street.

You know, Nick's not
just gonna hand it over.

♪ They say this
is A big, rich town ♪

♪ I just come From
the poorest part ♪

♪ Bright lights, city life ♪

♪ I gotta make it This
is where it goes down ♪

♪ I just happen
To come up hard ♪

♪ Legal or illegal,
baby I gotta make it ♪

♪ I never took
A straight path nowhere ♪

♪ Life's full of twists And
turns, bumps and bruises ♪

♪ I live, I learn ♪

♪ I'm from that city full of
Yellow cabs and skyscrapers ♪

♪ It's hard to get a start In
these parts without paper ♪

♪ Homey, I grew up in hell
A block away from heaven ♪

♪ That corner every 15
minutes They moving seven ♪

♪ Pure snow, bag it
Then watch it go ♪

♪ Occupational options Get
some blow or some hos ♪

♪ Shoot the ball or the strap
Learn to rap or to jack ♪

♪ Fuck it, man
In the meantime ♪

♪ Go head and pump a pack ♪

♪ This my regal, royal
flow My James Bond bounce ♪

♪ That 007 That's
62 on my count ♪

♪ I'm an undercover liar
I lie under the covers ♪

♪ Look a bitch in the eyes ♪

♪ And tell her
Baby, I love ya ♪

♪ You're my inspiration
You're my motivation ♪

♪ You're the reason that I'm
Moving with no hesitation ♪

[♪ They say this
is A big, rich town ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I just come From
the poorest part ♪

♪ Bright lights, city life ♪

♪ I gotta make it This
is where it goes down ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I just happen
To come up hard ♪

♪ Legal or illegal,
baby I gotta make it ♪

[Drake] ♪ I'm the fuckin' man
Y'all don't get it, do ya? ♪

♪ Type of money everybody
Acting like they knew ya ♪

Damn, that
shit fly as fuck.

Yeah,
we're like Kingsman

with our own personal
Harry over there.

Do I look like
Colin Firth to you?

♪ Clubbin'
hard Fucking women ♪

♪ There ain't much to do ♪

♪ Wrist bling Got a
condo up on Biscayne ♪

♪ Still getting'
brain From a thang ♪

♪ Ain't shit changed ♪

♪ How you feel? How you
feel? How you feel? ♪

♪ 25, sitting on 25 mil, uh ♪

♪ I'm in the building
And I'm feeling myself ♪

A suit does a
lot for an image, Tariq.

But it won't fool the people
still watching your every move.

I mean, I made it
this far, right?

And the suit ain't
complete without a watch,

so, uh, I'm wondering,
you got a guy for that?

You got money?

Money.

Business is booming.

Boom.

How is it at Stansfield?

It's nice, yeah.

And how's moving
product up there?

You haven't started it yet?

Is this some Tariq bullshit?

Effie, come on,
that's not like you.

No.

These are ready to go.
I'll see you later, okay?

This is you getting off
real easy for Zeke and Dru.

Wow. It's like that?

♪ Talk stupid Off
with your head ♪

- ♪ Nigga, money talks... ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm so Young Money
Got a drum on the gun ♪

- ♪ Energizer Bunny ♪

♪ Funny how honey Ain't
sweet like sugar ♪

♪ Ain't shit sweet, niggas
On the street like hookers ♪

♪ I... ♪

Shit. Another one?

♪ Every
day, every day ♪

♪ Fuck what anybody say ♪

♪ Can't see 'em 'Cause
the money in the way ♪

♪ Real nigga What's
up, what's up? ♪

What the fuck is this?

I should be asking
you the same thing.

You fucking kids took out Mecca
and promised to fill his shoes.

And what's left over?

Half of last week's product.

I would say more like a third.

What?

Listen, everything will be gone

by the next time
we see you, okay?

We just had some delays
that we figured out.

We also been thinking
about expanding.

What's this supposed to be?

A performance incentive to
get this product moving.

A million dollars in
hand next time I see you,

or she dies.

Next million,
Richie Rich's folks.

And we respect our elders,
so we'll do Granny last.

You're not off the hook,
Little Orphan Annie.

You fuck up,

these fools here die.

Are... we... clear?

Crystal.

So, yeah, uh, about
those plans, 'Riq?

Oh.

Nice digs.

Your boss must really
believe in this case, huh?

It's not a big
vote of confidence.

DEA has us on a
very short leash.

And the assholes at the precinct

won't give me access to
Ramirez's phone, so...

So glad you could
come, Sullivan.

Okay, I was working a
CI, and you work for me.

Now, this blue-wall bullshit

definitely means they
think he's guilty.

That's what I said.

I mean, they're not gonna risk
his reputation or their own.

And, look, without
records, we cannot prove

a conspiratorial
link with Monet,

unless I go in and
turn some screws.

Absolutely not. Monet's smart.

You could blow the
entire investigation.

And Monet's not our only way in.

Tariq is critical to this RICO.

Okay, you know what?

What is with you two and
this fucking kid, okay?

Monet killed Carrie.

She was one of us. Remember?

Okay, um, just take it easy

'cause you're getting
real emotional right now.

Carrie's death
is officially a suicide.

We need to focus on the murders

that show an effort to protect
the drug-dealing enterprise.

Like Dante Spears,
Lauren Baldwin...

Uh, that-that was
a car accident.

Maybe we need to look
into that a little deeper.

Yeah, I fuckin' agree.

Okay, before we go
digging up closed cases,

let's use our limited
resources on our open murders

and finding out where the fuck

they're getting their
drugs now, so...

Man up, Whitman. Do the job.

I'm the emotional one?

'Cause it sure seems
like you two have a boner

for this St. Patrick kid.

I really
thought we was gonna be

on top of this shit,

but Mecca's operation must've
been pretty fucking huge.

How we gonna move
all this product?

Yeah, seeing Diana's picture
was fucking next level.

It means they know
where to find us, too.

Yep. And my grandmother.

I can't let
anything happen to her, man.

She's the only family I
got other than you and B.

'Riq, I need to
tell you something,

but I don't want
you to freak out.

Talk to me.

I wanna start moving
weight at Stansfield.

Wait, what? Are
you crazy, Effie?

It's too hot, after Brayden's
confession, my shit.

- You're buggin'.
- Well, but not for me, though.

And it'd just be a side hustle.

You know, I step on
the product here,

these stupid-ass kids
won't know the difference,

and it won't cut into
what we owe Noma.

First of all, what do you
need a side hustle for?

Well, since I started selling,

I've always had a
safety number in mind...

enough for college, grad school.

Okay, so you're
saving your money.

That's why you're
driving that beat-up car.

Hey, at least I got one.

And 12 don't even look
twice when I roll past.

You know, I never really
thought about it...

You just bein' out here
on your own like that.

So I get it.

Maybe you should start
moving that shit out here,

make a few extra bucks.

You mean it?

Yeah.

If anyone's smart enough
to not get caught,

it's definitely you.

- Thank you, Salim.
- Mm-hmm.

All right. So let's
get started, huh?

Human capital.

Can anybody tell
me what that means?

Diana.

To me, it means keeping people
around so you can use them.

Okay. Give me an example.

Uh, let's take my
family, for instance.

The minute I wasn't
useful to them,

they didn't wanna have
anything to do with me.

Sorry to hear that.

Thanks.

Any other
perspectives?

Perhaps from the
assigned reading.

Thomas.

Human capital is
the economic value

of a worker's skills
and experience

to their employer.

So you're saying that
those with less access

to those requisites
are less valued.

And those with access get
to abuse everyone else

due to their lack of options.

I guess you'd
know all about that, right?

How many people has
your family used

to get your name
on the auditorium

or you in that seat?

I don't think my
family was a topic

in the assigned reading.

Shouldn't we be asking if
anyone can actually be used?

You know, in capitalism,
all work is contractual.

People get paid based
on what they contribute.

You know, even if
it's a small amount,

it's still more than what
they could do for themselves.

But what if it's a lie?

Like when someone tells you
something isn't valuable

just so they can take
it for themselves?

Ooh, now, that shit
sounds hella personal.

Well, I agree it's in a
corporation's best interest

to never let a worker know
how much they're worth.

Damn, that's messed up
because workers will just

undercut each other for a job.

Like you undercut me for
that Tate internship.

Excuse me?

Look, Tate said no.
Then he said yes.

You want answers, you
need to look inside first.

Okay, okay.

It may get personal in here,

but it will always
be respectful.

Understood?

- Yes, ma'am.
- Yes.

Okay. Let's get back on topic.

Human capital.

I see where you're
comin' from now in class

about being used by your family.

I Googled your dad...

Wait, you did what?

I like you, Diana.

And I wanna know you more.

But your father's charges...

The... the drugs
and manslaughter

overturned on a technicality?

That's a lot.

Okay, Salim, but you
could've asked me,

and I would've told you
that's not who I am.

I'm here at Stansfield
because I wanna be.

You didn't have to
Google me to find out.

I...

Why is that brother
starin' at you?

That's my actual brother.

- Yeah.
- Oh. Okay.

Cane, what are you doing here?

What? Can't check
up on my baby sis?

Huh? See who you been
kicking it with lately?

Who's the holy hotep?

The name's Salim.

Salim Ashe Freeman.

That shit sounds made
the fuck up, my brother.

Okay, um...

Salim, just give me a second,

and I'll be in there, all right?

Family stuff.

- Remember?
- Sure.

Cane...

- Here, take this.
- Uh...

Seriously? What the fuck, Cane?

I don't need that.

And why are you even here?

If it's for a re-up,
go handle your business

and stay the fuck out of mine.

Whoa, relax, Stella, okay?

I'm not here to
fuck up your groove.

And this ain't about a re-up.

Campus is hot as fuck
right now, thanks to Tariq.

Hmm.

I'm here for you, D.

You good?

Yeah. I'm good.

What you know about
brother Salim?

He's just my TA and
my boss, nothing else.

Your... your boss?

Like a nine to five?

Like a...

Nah. I can't let you

go out like that, D.

Here, take this.

Listen...

I know how hard this
shit can get, okay?

Come on by the
penthouse, have dinner.

I'll text you.

- Okay.
- All right?

- Mm-hmm.
- Careful.

- Yep.
- Love you.

Cop bar's up the block.

I'm on duty.

Water's fine, though.

Although i-it does look like
you could use the business.

Light crowd.

I guess a gang drive-by
does that, huh?

Hey, how's, uh...
How's Dru, by the way?

- Like you give a fuck.
- Hmm.

Maybe I'll just ask him myself.

While I'm here...

I wanna give you a
chance to end all this.

You'll come in. We'll
have a nice talk.

No need to bring your lawyer,

unless you want him to see you
confess to Carrie's murder.

The door's where you left it.

You know, I am really
starting to love these chats.

And the bar looks great.

It's like it was
never a crime scene.

I'll be sure to look up the
name of your contractor.

Call me.

No need to worry about that
"who killed Zeke" shit.

And all that callin' and
hangin' up you was doing...

Don't do that again.

- It's been handled.
- Uh...

Mrs. Tejada, I'm happy to hear

that you found a sense of peace,

but I never called you.

Look, if you ain't
got shit, it's cool.

Just don't lie to me.

Satisfied?

No.

That's not all I'm here about.

He came by the bar.

Said if I come in for
a talk, he goes away.

No.

No. That's not how this works.

You got a mouth on you,

and you are not going
anywhere near his ass.

Does it look like I'm
asking you for permission?

Look, I need to know how
exposed my family is.

Me, Cane...

you.

Okay.

But if we do this...

you need to do exactly as I say.

All right.

Ditch that old burner.

Call me with a time.

Fuck.

How'd you get Diana into this?

Hey, I didn't get
anyone into shit, okay?

Ma put that bullet into Mecca...

Or Dante, whatever the fuck
his name was, he's dead.

So now we're all
in this together.

Now, I got a plan that's
gonna get us in the clear.

Obviously, it's a
lot of eyes on us.

So, when I show up, you
need to do what I say

and take what I give you.

- Do you hear me?
- Do I hear you?

Who the fuck died
and made you king?

You want me to handle
this, or you got it?

Listen to your brother, D.

We haven't been careful
with the company we keep

at the school.

You must be talking
about Everett.

Really, Di?

What I'm saying
is, whatever we do,

we gotta look out
for each other.

As I was saying, we
got a little time

to move a lot of weight,

or Noma's coming
after all of us.

And it seems Uncle Frank's boys

got something good
going in Brooklyn.

Yeah, moving product
for the Russians.

They don't need us.

Not to mention what
we did to their pops.

Which is why we take them out.

Make what's theirs ours,

then go after the
rest of the borough.

Kill Frank's sons...

Guillermo, Gordo, Gilberto?

Nigga, I know they fuckin' name.

So just because we
aren't as close to them

as we were when we were
kids, you would do that shit?

They're still like family.

What, that don't
mean shit right now?

Okay.

How about how dumb it would be
to bring all that heat on us

from the Castillos...

and their people?

The connect's? 12?

Look...

we don't have the bodies
for a war right now.

Did you just put your
phone down to bitch,

or do you have a solution?

We take out their connect.

Then we become the connect.

Simple.

They take a short-term hit

till they're up and
moving our product.

Then, with all of us,

taking over Brooklyn
should be easy.

Force their hand.

That way, everybody's eating
off a bigger plate... smart.

But if the Russians
think the Castillos

- made a move on them...
- Or went behind their back

and fucked with
their business...

All right, y'all relax.

I got it. I'm
calling the plays.

Excuse you?

I think papi should
handle that call.

I said I got it.

Pa.

It's Cane's call.

His plan.

We're gonna do what he says.

Power to the people.

Back in the day,

before John Lennon
appropriated it,

it meant something different.

Commerce is in a
state of revolution,

and I like to think of it
as power of the people.

So he's one of the richest
Black men in the country.

In the world.

Okay.

This is Elpis.

It's a gathering

of the world's most
influential people,

and he's got them eating
out of his fucking hand.

I mean, he's making sense.

To adapt...

Yeah, my uncle's
here to meet him.

Maybe we will, too.

It's a bad idea, Lucas.

He'll see right
through it, deny you,

and it'll turn off all
the other investors.

Don't make this
about my bottom line.

This is a personal
issue, so say it.

- I'm not comfortable with this.
- That's fine.

Enjoy the spa package
and find your way home.

Wow.

I guess one Black face
is as good as another.

Looking sharp, boys.

Come sit with me.

RSJ's looking for someone

to assist with managing
his investments.

He has flirted with the
country's top five firms,

but, so far,
ghosted all of them.

Why does he need help?

Money's only freedom when
you set yourself free.

And hand the burden to
someone else to handle.

To me.

And his trust in Weston Holdings

would attract a whole
new class of clients.

Clients like who?

The fuck-the-world rich.

He'll come to us.

Here we go.

Lucas, it's good to see you.

RSJ.

This is my associate,
Tariq, Brayden.

You got two minutes.

I've noticed that you, uh,
have been rather selective

with who you allow
to invest with you.

Not a lot of oxygen on
the mountaintop, RSJ.

I only take investors
with resilience and balls.

That right? Because a number
of the people you turned away

are close friends.

I'm curious...

is there a racial motivation?

The list of people I've
turned away is long

and includes people of all
stripes and persuasions,

I promise you.

You're getting my attention
by denying my friends.

- Do I have it?
- It's a risky move.

No risk, no reward.

I'll be in New York soon.

Let's set up a more
formal meeting.

- I look forward to it.
- Mm-hmm.

Hey, can I ask you a question?

You just did.

About your speech.

I was actually pretty
interested in what you said

about economy of scale,

and I was wondering if
you could elaborate.

In its most simple way,

if a company's big enough
to sacrifice some profit

and provide a more
affordable product,

they undercut the market.

A thousand cheap customers

would bring in way
more scale profit

than 100 high-end customers.

We're just ants on a hill.

Mm, makes sense. Thank you.

You do know why Lucas brought
you in here today, right?

Oh, yeah.

- So I could appeal to you.
- Ah.

Straightforward... I like that.

Just make sure you're using them

as much as they're using you.

I got to meet RSJ, right?

That's right.

- What's your name?
- I'm Tariq St. Patrick.

Good to meet you, Tariq.

Likewise.

Ho. Hey, don't duck me.

What the fuck do you
think you're doing here?

We're promoting our currency
to next-level consumers.

You mean looking for
a new influx of cash

'cause nobody wants
your bunk crypto coin.

I promise you,
once virality hits,

it'll take off overnight.

You've already burned
through my ICO capital.

You have one month before
I call in your debt

and find a Third World
country that needs a donation.

Now get out of here.

Jesus, the shadiest people I've
ever dealt with are in crypto,

and I've had oil
stakes in Libya.

Weston Holdings owns those guys?

Mm, CrashCoin.

It's work about a
trillionth of a cent.

Those crooks conned me into
paying for their white paper,

but they're not about shit.

Someone out there is making
something out of nothing.

It's just not me.

All right, boys, the
chopper's on the pad.

Let's go.

So we've talked.

We're done with this
harassment of Mrs. Tejeda?

Well, talking
involves a back-and-forth,

reciprocation.

She hasn't said a word.

Doing as told, I'm sure.

Well, my client
has nothing to add

to your witch hunt.

So, if that's all,

we appreciate you
coming, Detective.

You know, I did
reach out to LeShaun,

or his old, uh,
foreman, that is,

'cause he hasn't seen him
since repairing your bar.

Just vanished.

Well, I mean two thirds
of contractors are crooks.

He skipped town.

So, unless you have
proof of correlation...

And a number of people
who visit the Tejadas' bar...

They disappear shortly after.

Got some pictures for you.

This vehicle, taken on a
cam right outside your bar,

is registered to Rico Barnes...

Known dealer.

Missing, but presumed dead.

Same street... this truck
is headed to your bar.

Less than an hour
later, it's leaving.

That one was found
with Joseph Parks,

street name D.C. Joe...
Also known dealer.

Dead in the driver's seat.

That sounds like fucking
correlation to me.

Aren't there better
uses of police hours

than scouring traffic cams?

Like finding the Guap
that killed Zeke.

I'm sorry.

I was not aware
that a GTG member

was involved in Zeke's death.

You care to elaborate?

No?

I'll just do my
job, look into it.

You know, I always assumed

that your nephew,
or son...

Zeke, he caught a bullet
meant for Dante Spears.

Case of mistaken identity.

But now...

I'm really starting
to think that...

he was gonna rat your ass out

and run away with Dante
Spears, and-and you killed him.

I did everything for Zeke!

Like stringing up Carrie
so he could find her?

Cane help you out with that?

Is that why you gave
him the penthouse?

- That was Zeke's inheritance.
- Fuck you.

Quit trying to lay your
jealous-ass guilt trip on me

because you couldn't
protect yo' bitch.

You the type that'd kill her

and try to blame the shit on me.

All right, that's enough.

Enough.

We're done.

What the hell was that?

We agreed you'd
let me handle it.

We didn't agree to shit.

You said what you said.
I said what I said.

Yes, and now his
pussy-whipped ass

is about to go look into
GTG about Zeke's death.

Should we be worried?

I mean, about that
or all of his talk

about Dante Spears?

You tell me.

You think he knows about the
money for Zeke's defense?

Look, clearly this
motherfucker is on one.

We need to take his ass down.

I can file a harassment
claim with the NYPD,

but they cover their own.

And you're no angel,
so it won't stick.

But it creates a record

for a pattern of, uh,
obsessive behavior

that we can use
to discredit him.

Look, this shit better work.

It will. It will.

But you need to
keep it spotless.

If he's working with the Feds,

you'd be just the
first domino to fall.

Fuck.

We need to talk to Tariq.

Oh, God.

- Hey.
- Hey.

What the fuck is this?

Is that your first paycheck?

Seems like a reason

- to celebrate.
- Mm-mm.

I'll split it with you if
you get the next order.

Nah, girl, this little-ass check

ain't nothing to celebrate.

But...

where'd you get it?

I heard things
dried up around here

after your brother and all.

Yeah, that's what both
he and Effie told me,

but no way this isn't them.

Facts.

I don't know who they
think they fooling.

Yeah.

Yeah,
this place is part

of the Weston portfolio.

I-I went into the database
and just listed it as leased.

We're good. Can we please talk

about how we're gonna
move all this product?

What's that legal drug
these motherfuckers

bring into every
building on Wall Street

every single day?

I don't know.
Ritalin? Adderall?

No, nigga. Caffeine.

Okay, so they're running coffee.

Who the fuck cares?

Yeah, we're gonna
do the same thing.

We run our product
through coffee orders.

We send our delivery boys
with cups with false bottoms

with the product right in there.

They can walk right in.

Okay, but we can't just kill

every drug dealer
on Wall Street.

They'll know
there's competition.

Obviously we can't do that,

but we can sell better
product at a better price...

Undercut the competition,
maneuver their customers.

The rate that we'll be
moving all of this shit,

we won't even notice
a dip in the profit.

Okay, I like it, but
how do we collect?

I mean, all those
individual orders,

exposed bullpens...

You know hand-to-hands
are a bitch.

Hmm.

Yeah, you right. I don't know.

Shit can't get too sticky.

Maybe we make them
pay online, but...

What, with credit cards?

You know what?

I think I actually might
have an idea, but...

...dare I say
it, we're gonna have

to talk to our partners
about this one.

Yeah, it's just like
a Wall Street CourseCorrect,

but instead of tutoring,

we sell the
motherfuckers coffee.

People make their orders online,

and we deliver
straight to their desks

with our product
hidden in the cups.

Nice work, Tariq.

Making them real Starbucks now.

Mm-hmm.

But if any of these
Wall Street niggas

decide to use their credit card,

that can lead right
back to Flat White

and Macchiato here.

Well, that's why we keep
those transactions separate.

First they buy our
crypto coins online.

One dollar equals one coin.

I mean, no one's gonna blink

at investors speculating, right?

Once the coin's bought,

it remains completely anonymous.

Then they use that coin to
buy coffee through the app.

If anything's traced,
it'll just lead back

to our investors at CrashCoin.

The best part is,

the money's already
fuckin' laundered.

And if any of them
decides to talk,

you gonna handle
that, right, Belfort?

And not ask one of us to do it.

I mean, these guys
are low-key criminals.

All they really care
about is the percentage.

They're not gonna talk.

Listen, we got our shit handled.

How y'all handing
y'all shit over there?

Oh, we handling this shit
the old-fashioned way...

Niggas with guns.

We're meeting up with
some of our old folks,

Uncle Frank's boys,
to get shit handled.

Uncle Frank?

The same rat-ass nigga I
met at your mom's house?

Hey, if they're anything
like their old man,

it's gonna be a
Castillo family reunion.

But for now, take
out their connect,

force them to use us,

then we use them
to take Brooklyn.

All right, so that's it, then.

Y'all go ahead and
day-trade and barista,

and we'll take the streets.

Yeah.

Ah, shit, I gotta take this.

Yeah, I'm out, too.

All right, I'ma just chop it
up with Brayden real quick.

I'm good.

I'll link up with
you later, 'Riq.

All right.

What up, my guy?

What are we doin'? We
hitting a jewelry store?

Goin' to a trap
house? What's good?

You're killing the connect.

He's Russian. You're white.

Ah, using the race card.
I get it. I get it.

No, it's called
an alibi, stupid, okay?

Castillos can't think it was us,

and the Russians can't
think it was them.

Okay, well, this all
seems pretty high-stakes.

Why are you always
coming to me for this...

Just shut the fuck
up and listen.

Yeah, I-I got you. Mm-hmm.

You're gonna wait around
back of his church

and pop him once he leaves Mass.

- It's simple.
- Church?

Dude, I went to a
Catholic middle school.

Ah, fuck.

I am really going to
fuckin' hell, huh?

Oh, your seat's
already reserved,

especially after you killing
your bestie's girlfriend.

This right here
should be easy, right?

Yeah, fuck it. Say less.

- My guy.
- All right.

I'll catch up with you later.

Monet?

What's going on?

The cop that pulled
Zeke in is trying to pin

that professor
bitch's death on me.

- Detective Whitman, right?
- Yeah.

Seems you were right about
those eyes on the penthouse.

Whitman's grudge has
him digging all up

in Dante Spears' shit.

And with what he knows,
he could have help.

Shit, I mean,
if he's on Monet about Dante,

then he's definitely onto me.

Motherfucker been
sniffing around Stansfield

for all them bodies, too.

- Yeah, I'll take care of him.
- No.

I have a plan to
take him out of play.

Just...

keep your distance from Monet
and the penthouse until then.

Keep your head on a swivel.

Always.

What's up with him?

How'd it go with Cane?

Tell him.

He wants me to off that connect.

Why?

It's payback for Dru helping
us with the personal trainer.

But why the fuck
didn't he ask me?

You ain't never
killed nobody before.

Tejadas need an alibi, so
it needs to be a white guy.

I don't know, B. This
is a big fuckin' move.

I think we should figure
out a different way.

Fuck, no. Cane's right.
It's gotta be him.

Brayden, you were gonna have
to man up at some point.

Yeah, yeah, you're right. Bet.

We'll be there to back you up.

Yeah, 100%.

All right, look, I'ma
go grab us some guns,

come back, meet up with y'all.

We'll figure this
shit out, okay?

Mm-hmm.

Are you gonna be able
to do it this time?

Do I have a choice?

What was I supposed to
do? They invited me.

This harassment filing says you
badgered her at her own bar.

- It's a fucking drug front.
- What did you ask her about?

You didn't mention
Dante Spears, did you?

Oh, puta madre.

Look, this... This
harassment charge,

this isn't gonna stick.

Yeah, but you lied to us.

You used us to get to Monet,

and you didn't give a shit
about our investigation.

And now that you
mentioned Dante Spears,

she knows exactly
what we're after.

And if she knows, Tariq knows.

I know your
boss personally.

You'll be suspended
by the morning.

Ask me how many fucks I give.

Good luck with your RICO.
You're gonna need it.

Fuckin' A.

It's my fault for
bringing him in.

I'm sorry.

No, he's a loose cannon.

And Monet's Teflon.

We need to prove
that she and Tariq

are in a criminal
conspiracy together.

- Fuck.
- I have an idea.

You're not gonna like it.

So, transferring
to Stansfield, huh?

Was that just another
one of your scams?

- My scams?
- Yeah.

What are you talking
about? Who am I scamming?

You?

This can't be about product,
so it's gotta be about Tariq.

Were you hoping to
find him up here?

This is about all y'all
lying to me about everything.

Acting like nobody's
moving weight on Stansfield

because it's too hot?

From the looks of things,
obviously it's not.

- When did I say that?
- Oh, you didn't.

- Cane did.
- Well, there you go.

That's your problem.

I'm not the one lying to you,
so are we cool here or what?

But you are the one who
told me fucking with Tariq

was a bad look.

- Looks are deceiving, I guess.
- Yeah.

I did, and I meant
that shit for you.

He didn't see you
how you saw him.

Tariq and I, we're just...

we're just different.

Seriously, Di...

I was just trying to
help you not get hurt.

You could have told me.

Yeah. And that's my bad.

But I'm not fightin'
over no nigga, so...

he doesn't have to
come between us.

You should work with us.

We could use you.

Effie, I ain't trying to
fight over a nigga either,

especially Tariq.

But I'm definitely not
about to work with y'all.

I'm good.

- You good?
- Yeah.

On your
candy-store salary?

Yep. On my candy-store salary.

I never wanted my
family's life anyway.

Y'all two can have it.

So you the white boy
Davis has on my case.

Yeah, yeah, I am white.

Uh, but Cooper's fine, Theo.

Cooper Saxe.

I'm really, really sorry

to hear about your
medical situation.

- My uncle was diag...
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Do I look like your therapist?

Don't you have some
lawyering you came here for?

Just establishing
rapport, but, yes.

You know, I really, uh,
just had two questions.

Uh, one... how tall
are you, Mr. Rollins?

What the fuck kinda
question is that?

Well, it's just your...
Your medical records

list you at, uh,
five feet, 11 inches,

but the public defender's report

states that the assailant...
Six-three, six-four.

W-were you aware of this?

Uh, maybe you were
wearing lifts that night?

I don't judge.

Of course I didn't know.

Why would I take
that deal if I did?

See? Th-th-th-that...

That was my next question.

Right there...

proof you knew of the
height discrepancy.

But why go along with it?

Were you coerced?

Or...

maybe you were
protecting someone.

Who were you with that night?

I don't care what that says.

Bitch ain't say
shit about height.

But I'll let my brother
know you stopped by.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

it's time for my
Jell-O, motherfucker.

So...

who was that lovely
lady I met you with?

Oh, Angela? Oh, no, no, no.

That was just, uh,
you know, a date.

- You know? Nothing serious.
- A d...

You brought a date
to a memorial?

- I...
- Rashad.

Come on.

Did somebody advise
you to do that?

Honestly...

you're the only real
relationship I've ever had.

- Oh, stop it.
- I'm serious.

- Stop.
- No, no, no.

I mean, after that, uh,

might I remind you, when
you broke up with me...

You remember how you
left me high and dry?

- Shut up.
- Just broke a brother...

- Okay. All right.
- Completely down?

- So true, true. That's true.
- I, um...

I just put all my
energy into my work,

my career.

Maybe too much.

I'm really, uh...

I'm really happy to see you.

Yeah.

Me too.

I missed you.

You missed me?

Yeah.

Hey, pendejo.

What's going on?

Uh, it's just the way us
cops greet each other.

Uh, sorry, Harper,

but I'm gonna have to catch up
with you a little bit later.

- You okay?
- Yeah. Always.

I'll call you right after.

- Okay.
- All right.

See you.

Wow. She's so far
out of your league,

you two dating
should be illegal.

I like a nice challenge.

Ah, I see that you have...
made new friends, Jenny.

Yeah. And we're concerned.

You know, for a candidate

running on an
anti-drug platform,

you seem to know a
lot of drug dealers.

Ladies, I don't know
who you're disparaging,

but if they're drug dealers,

isn't your job to convict them?

You perjured yourself on
both our cases, Rashad.

And we can't find
anything that'll stick.

I mean, that takes
talent, dirtbag talent.

You might make a
great congressman.

- "Might"?
- It's really hard to quantify

what gives someone
that winning edge.

Or what fucks them up the ass.

You know, the eye of the
law and the public eye,

they play by such
different rules.

Oh, you know me.

I'm always on the
side of justice.

Tariq St. Patrick.

St. Patrick...

yeah, well, he came to
me for an internship.

I turned him away.

Uh, he took an
internship elsewhere...

Weston Holdings.

Yeah, but it shouldn't be
anything illegal, of course,

because he's just working
with an old friend of his...

Brayden Weston,

the kid who actually confessed
to being the drug dealer.

Right?

Right. Yeah.

Well, we'll be in touch, Rashad.

Hey, um, did you
order these pierogies?

Fuck off.

It's just a question.

Come on, B, do that shit.

Could you help me out?
It's a gig economy.

He can't do this shit.

You have to give him a chance.

This your car?

Uh, yeah, see, uh,

they don't tip if the
pierogies aren't hot, so...

Move your fucking car.

Wai...

Let's get the fuck out of here.

We need a table, please.

We
don't do walk-ins.

Thank you.

Holy
shit, that was intense.

Yeah. Y'all good?

Yeah, fine. Totally. Sure.

Yeah.

I just really thought I
could pull the trigger,

but I fucking froze, like Elsa.

Yeah, Elsa would have pulled
the fucking trigger, Brayden.

- You're not helping, Effie.
- Listen, don't trip.

We all got our
skills, all right?

And as a family, we
watch each other's back,

and we play our parts.

That's how it goes.

You literally saved
my life, 'Riq.

That's what I'm here for,
B. You're my brother.

I'ma do what has
to be done, always.

Look, that's not
the last we heard

of the Russians,
though, all right?

We gotta keep our fucking
heads on a swivel.

- Mm.
- Facts.

I'll be right back.

Fuck.

Okay.

Look, you know,
with the Russians

out of Cane and Dru's way

and, you know, our...

Our Wall Street plan
coming together,

I really think we
can hit Noma's quota.

Man, Tariq, this is a
shit ton of product.

Yes, which means a
shit ton of money.

And now that I don't
gotta pay for Davis

or cop my mom any
little petty favors...

Look, with all this
money coming in,

we're gonna hit your number
faster than you think.

Maybe.

I don't like to count on shit.

Mm. I feel you.

I mean, but when you do hit
your number, what you think?

You... you outta this or what?

Tariq, you just killed a man.

Do you really wanna be
looking over your shoulder

for the rest of your life?

But what if we don't gotta
look over our shoulders, Effie?

We could watch
each other's back,

just like my mom and my dad.

- But smarter.
- Tariq, I...

Listen...

if you met my mom,

which you will, you
know, if everything goes

the way it's supposed to go,

you'll see that she was
the fuckin' mastermind

behind all of this shit.

She had everything figured out.

It was my dad that
fucked everything up.

All right? But I'm
not like my dad.

I'm smarter than him. I'm
better than him, Effie.

So what?

We gonna be like the
Stansfield Bonnie and Clyde?

Fuck, no.

We gonna be like
Thomasine and Bushrod.

Who the fuck are they?

Listen, it's an old-ass
classic, and it's fire.

It was actually
my mom's favorite.

Mm. You're crazy.

You know that, right?

A little bit.

Remember the G's right, Dru?

Looks like you grew up.

You too.

Used to be, uh...

Fat.

Yeah, I got a trainer.

So...

Cane, all of that still
doesn't explain how our connect

catches a bullet right
when you're coming to us

with this chance of a lifetime.

What's there to explain?

We heard about your predicament,

and we come to you with a solve.

Everybody wins here.

Nah, ain't nobody agreed
to a damn thing yet.

- One of you did that shit.
- How?

It's a whole lot
of melanin in here.

From what I heard, it was
a white boy who did it.

Could've been one
of his own people.

No.

No, his people say the
shooter was Black...

like you, Cane.

Come on, man, you really
think I set you up like that?

That ain't even my style.

It's too messy.

I would've just popped
each of you and moved in.

That what you did here?

You just shot the last
tenant and you moved in?

Cane was with me bagging
product all night...

for our crews downtown.

Yeah, and I did most
of it while Dru here

was chasing ass
on his damn phone.

Where you hear
about a white dude?

I'm telling y'all,
something ain't right.

I heard it...

from some stupid kid.

But you know what?
It doesn't matter...

because this is the
way it should be.

Our families working on
bigger things together.

Your father would've
loved it that way.

Exactly.

Family first.

All right.

Come on.

I put my son Cane in
charge of the business.

Fuck this.

And if majority rules,
who wasn't in favor?

It doesn't matter.

Everyone was heard,
right, Gordo?

It was a group decision,
and we all stand by it.

You good with that?

I love it.

So, fellas, how do we celebrate
getting money together?

Nah, maybe another time.

I'll be in touch.

So Cane is in charge
now all of a sudden?

There's some bullshit
going on between you two.

Beautifully done, Pops.

Hey, you a damn good actor, man.

I'm going home, Cane.

Hold up.

You really held it
down back there.

But that, uh...

"stupid kid"

and family-first shit with Dru

felt extra,

so I'ma need you to
move extra weight.

Give Mom a hug for me.

Ah...

You visited Theo Rollins.

Oh, you mean your brother.

I did.

Why do you ask, Davis?

Yes, Cooper, Theo is my brother.

Why do you think this
was so important to me?

Now, I would've
told you sooner...

Cut the bullshit, Davis.

You know,
before visiting Theo,

I stopped by the, uh,
public defender's office.

Stand up straight, you're what,

uh, six-two, six-three?

Yeah.

You know, I have a brother, too,

but I wouldn't let
him sit in prison

for a crime I did.

You don't think I
wanted to confess, hmm?

Hell, I tried.

But our family made a
choice, or rather Theo did.

Come on. Seriously?

You could've got this
whole case tossed.

I was 21, Cooper.

Just got accepted
to Columbia Law.

I didn't know the
system like I do now.

All right? Then they...

they pushed that deal on us.

Look, no way in hell I'd
have let Theo sign that

if I knew what would happen.

Well...

it makes sense that they
would escalate charges

- and apply plea pressure.
- Yes.

The victim
was a cop's brother.

But I'd bet that if they
redacted the files like that...

evidence was also tampered with.

See, this is why I need you.

You know how your
old office works,

how they use innocent
people of color

to cover their own bullshit.

You can expose it all, Cooper...

and save my brother's life.

I can't believe
I agree with you.

I'm gonna help you get Theo out.

Yes.

Fuck.

Um, come in.

Papi, I wasn't expecting you.

You busy?

Uh, yeah, uh...

More family stuff.

I'll talk to you later, I guess.

Yeah.

What's going on,
papi? Is it Cane?

The way he's been acting...

Noma's got your brother
thinking he's fucking Mecca,

and he's in way over his head.

I'm doing all I
can to protect us,

to protect you, all of this.

But you were right.

I need your help.

I hate askin',

especially knowing
how much trouble

Tariq brought to this place.

Yeah.

Cane said Stansfield
was too hot right now.

He ain't wrong, but we
don't have a choice.

So...

if you keep your circle
tight and you're careful,

this new job that you
got is the perfect cover.

Okay.

I'll do it.

I'm sorry, mamita,

but I wouldn't be asking
if I didn't have to.

I can handle it.

You and Ma taught me everything.

Okay.

I'm proud of you.

I know.

Be safe.

Yo, why the fuck am I
still looking at this cop?

You said you was
gonna handle this.

And I am.

Like I said, our
harassment claim

wouldn't solve the problem,
but we stirred the pot.

It seems our boy was
put on desk duty.

Well, unless his desk is my
curb, you ain't handled shit.

Okay, don't... don't do
that, Mrs. Tejada, all right?

I will handle this...

if you stick to the plan.

Get a record of every
time he shows up,

and we'll get him
off the streets.

Yeah, a'ight.

Let's see what we got.

Okay.

Oh, this shit is pretty slick.

Yeah. You could fit a
few grams in there...

Pills, vials, weed,
all that shit.

Yeah,
online site's up.

Links to No Cap, All
Frap have been sent out

to our Weston Holding customers.

Then they'll be able
to buy CrashCoin

in exchange for coffee, and
once the word gets out...

- It's fuckin' over.
- Yes, sir.

Wait, am I reading this right?

There's orders
coming in already.

Coming in hot.

Damn.

And Noma might not kill us.

Man, where the fuck are
these Jamaica Ave boys

with the beans?

Yo.

This is
pretty smart, Brayden,

I mean, for you.

Okay, well, we needed all of us,

including Tariq.

Did you have something
to do with Tariq

losing his Tate internship?

I did what I needed to do.

Brayden.

You know he's gonna
completely flip his shit

when he finds out.

You can't just lie
to him like that.

Oh?

You had no problem lying

when I wanted to tell
Tariq about Lauren.

Now all of a sudden,
it's a problem?

Besides, this is just a
little white-collar lie.

- Mm.
- See what I did there?

Hmm.

For, like, two
seconds, you were cool.

Just help me unload this shit.

Mm-hmm.

Are you good?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Tell Tariq I'll be
back. I'll be back.

Cane, what the fuck?

Unless you got a
thing for blackface,

I know you didn't pull
that fucking trigger.

Now, I told you needed
to do this, not Tariq.

Okay, it wasn't...
Tariq wasn't even there.

Okay, let's say I believe that.

Then who's the dumb motherfucker

you hired to kill the connect?
And you better not fucking lie.

Cane, I didn't hire anyone,

but he's dead, so
it's all good, right?

Nah, it's not all good.

Nah, this is twice I
told you to end someone.

Now, if this random
motherfucker did this one

and you called Dru
to do the trainer,

who the fuck killed
snitch bitch, huh?

Or is she still breathing?

Okay, okay, Cane.

Cane, are you
fucking kidding me?

You saw the news.
Lauren's dead.

Yeah, I saw the news,
and we both know

you didn't do the
shit, so who did it?

- I need a name now, Brayden.
- Your hands are clean.

If I give you a name, you might
as well have done it yourself.

Okay.

I want you to know you
almost got us all fucked up.

Now, your ass still
owes me a body

that I intend to collect.

- Do you hear me?
- Yes, Cane.

Now get the fuck outta here

while I'm still
feeling generous.

Yo, Effie. Where you
at? We need to talk.

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I get the job done ♪

♪ I am the one
Behind the gun ♪

♪ It's up, play with
the boy And get stuck ♪

♪ Make sure To
button up, tuck ♪

♪ With Norm McCaskey ♪

♪ I be gettin' nasty ♪

♪ Do the job if you ask me ♪

♪ Boy, I'ma get nasty ♪

♪ I play with that
eye Like a golfer ♪

♪ I leave you swimmin'
With the dolphins ♪

♪ All that talkin'
I'm off it ♪

♪ Leave it leakin'
Like faucet ♪

♪ Uh-huh, seven digits
Can't stand for the pin-up ♪

♪ I pull up and get up ♪

♪ Make it look Like
you doin' a sit-up ♪

♪ It'll work For a
couple of minutes ♪

♪ I am done with the talkin' ♪

♪ It's a dead man walkin' ♪

♪ It's the bread
man Stalkin' ♪

♪ I see it too damn often ♪

♪ I really don't do
well With feelings ♪

♪ I don't move Unless
it by the millions ♪

♪ We ain't out here
As regular civilians ♪

♪ We comin' inside
Through the ceilings ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I get the job done ♪

♪ I am the one
Behind the gun ♪

♪ It's up, play with
the boy And get stuck ♪

♪ Make sure To
button up, tuck ♪

♪ With Norm McCaskey ♪

♪ I be gettin' nasty ♪

♪ Do the job if you ask me ♪

♪ Boy, I'ma get nasty ♪