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Previously on Ghost...

Gimme the goddamn watch!

- Hurry up!
- You help me solve that,

and I can get you out of here.

Time for me to go back
to my cell.

These days, you know the name
of the game is convenience.

I wanna do the same
with tutoring.

It'll be run through an app
called CourseCorrect.

The people that want drugs,

they'll order
the premium package.

Each order will come
with a real study guide

so we can cover our base.

Yo, Ev, I didn't know
you was here!

- What's up?
- What's up, my nigga?

You're on the same
basketball team

- as my cousin Zeke, right?
- Zeke's your cousin?

Ev!

And you must be Jamal.

Babe, that-that's not Jamal.

Don't talk to him.

Just observe and report.

Observe and report. You got it.

- Yo, yo.
- Oh, hey.

Are you okay?

♪ ♪

I had to do it.

♪ ♪

Cane is the nigga
you need to worry about.

He's the shooter.

If it's an emergency,
you knock over

every piece on the board,
all right?

It's like we got our own
Bat-Signal or something.

So if I back off the recusal
and we go to trial,

- we work together.
- It's a deal.

Tariq St. Patrick's
going to jail.

♪ 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 ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

What are you wearing?

Seriously?

A'ight, you're just mad

'cause you can't pull this off.

What? You know what?

Accurate as that may be,

I thought we were trying to keep

our little arrangement
under wraps.

Look, you and I can be seen
together out in public.

I mean, it's all
plea negotiations,

as far as anyone's concerned.

And every single time,
our negotiations break down,

and we go back to court.

To put Tariq St. Patrick away.

Exactly, but we gotta get
the right jury.

Ah! I've got
some thoughts on that.

- Boom!
- Ooh.

- Nice.
- Huh?

- Impressive, even.
- Thank you.

Mine's digital. And bigger.

Who are the most likely
to let Tasha go?

They need to look like me.

You know,
the minute Tasha walks,

I'm putting the cuffs on Tariq,

right there in the courtroom.

She won't be happy,

and she may even suspect
you're involved.

Tasha can get as mad at me
as she wants to

from the comforts
of her own home.

I'll have the W in my pocket,
and you'll have your killer.

Everybody wins.

Well, except Tariq.

- Ma, I'm in class.
- It won't take long.

I'm going to trial, Tariq.

I told Davis
that I wanna take a deal.

What? No!

He said no, okay?

He still thinks that we can win.

I don't understand it,
but that's what he says.

A'ight, then we gotta trust him.

And, Ma, if anyone's
gonna step forward,

it's gonne be me, not you.

Well, I hope he's right.

I hope neither one of us
has to go to jail.

I gotta go. I gotta go.
I gotta go.

Well, look who's on time
for once!

Ha. And makin' the rest
of us look bad.

Yeah, Tariq, what are you
doing here so early?

I'm trying to catch up.

Shit, nigga, it's gonna take
more than one day to do that.

A'ight, well, you
did the reading, right, boo?

What side you on?

What did you say, Tariq?

Oh, I'm sorry,
I was just asking...

No, I'm glad to start
the debate early.

So what about it, BruShaundria?

Locke believed that people
were fundamentally just.

Would you agree?

He trippin'.

One trip to the hood,

and you can tell
that Hobbes is right.

People are just out
for themselves.

And, Lauren, would you agree?

Well, I'd like to think
that Locke has a point, but...

I actually think we construct
our own societies and rules

to keep ourselves
from our fundamental nature.

Which is...

Well, some people
are better than others, but...

everybody's
just out for themselves.

That's not true.

People help each other
all the time.

Like, what about that scene
in The Dark Knight

where the two boats,
inmates and citizens,

- don't blow each other up?
- That's a movie.

We're taught that murder
is wrong.

We're taught that.
It's not natural.

Locke is clear
about the division

between right and wrong.

Society has rules,
and we all know them.

Every society, every person.

Even little kids.

That's a hundred percent cap.

Cap.

I mean... I agree.

Professor Milgram,
you know what I mean.

There's a bright line
between good and evil,

right and wrong.

And we know that
because we as humans

are fundamentally
and naturally good.

And what do you think
about it, Tariq?

Who is right, Locke or Hobbes?

Are we fundamentally
good or bad?

What about your friends,
your family?

Um...

I'll pose the question
to all of you,

make it more personal.

Are you fundamentally
good or bad?

Now, gentlemen,

having been through
pretrial motions with you,

I can only imagine how...

intense this jury selection
is going to get.

May I suggest some decorum here

so that neither of you
ends up with a Batson charge

or in contempt?

If the U.S. Attorney
can remain civil...

...then so can I.

I'll be a challenge, Your Honor,

but I will do my best.

Thank you.

♪ It's about to go down ♪

Peremptory challenge,
Your Honor.

Juror number 49,
you are excused.

Challenge cause...
The juror isn't following

the conversation, Judge.

Thank you, sir. You are excused.

I believe
there's a very clear line

between right and wrong.

Challenge for cause, Your Honor.

Mr. Saxe, any objection?

No, Your Honor.

Mrs. Hinterman, you're excused.

And you don't have
any specific feelings

about narcotics sales,
Dr. Quiñones?

I do.

I abhor the violence
that comes along

with this scourge
in our neighborhoods.

- Mm.
- But so many

of our young women
and young men,

they feel they have no choice.

It's hard to see, if someone
has economic advantages,

how they could end up
in that life.

But the working poor
have limited opportunities.

I have no objection
to Dr. Quiñones, Your Honor.

O... kay.

Well, he seems thoughtful
and, uh, intelligent.

I agree, but...

uh, o-okay.

Uh, I presume you have
no objections, Mr. MacLean.

No, Your Honor.

Well, Dr. Quiñones, um,

you are selected.

Please wait in the jury room
for further instructions.

This juror is acceptable,
Your Honor.

Thank you, juror number 20.

You are accepted.

The government has no objection
to this juror, Your Honor.

Thank you, juror number 22.

Your Honor,
peremptory challenge.

- [ ] Juror number 12.
- No problems here, Your Honor.

- Fifty-seven.
- Accepted, Your Honor.

Thirty-six.

Peremptory challenge here.

No objection, Your Honor.

I see no issue here, Your Honor.

- Mr. Saxe.
- I like this one, Your Honor.

That was surprisingly cordial,
gentlemen...

and interesting.

Members of the jury, you are
excused until Wednesday,

when we will start
bright and early.

♪ ♪

What the fuck is that jury?

What are you talkin' about?

- I think we're in great shape.
- Not for Tasha.

Those millennials
aren't gonna cut her any slack

for going along with
her husband, and you know it.

- Best we've got is a mistrial.
- Well, first of all,

a mistrial is not a loss.

In fact,
that's a win in my book.

There's not gonna be
a mistrial, Steven.

We're in great shape.

Tasha St. Patrick
is a beautiful woman, Saxe.

Couple of those nerds you
impaneled will vote not guilty

just to see if they can get
a fuckin' date with her.

What? I'm not worried.

You shouldn't be either.

I promise you,
we will get the right result.

I have never known you
to play for mistrial.

You always play to win.

Paula, don't worry.

I promise you, we will
get the verdict we should.

This is the right jury.
I know what I'm doing.

You better.

Now, can you please
get me prepped

for Saxe's first witness?

♪ ♪

Who the hell is Francis Johnson?

I can compel you to testify.

Can't compel me to do shit.

Okay. You know what?

Maybe you should
get a lawyer, Mr. Johnson.

I don't need to pay a lawyer
to tell you no.

I could do that for free.

"No person shall be compelled
in any criminal case

to be a witness
against himself."

You memorized
the Fifth Amendment.

Got a lot of time to read
in here.

Thought I might need it someday.

You can get me in a courtroom,

but I ain't gonna say shit
to help you.

Besides, I don't know
nothin' anyway.

That's bullshit.
You know everything.

I'm sorry. Who are you again?

You know who I am, nigga.

I'm Black motherfuckin'
Santa Claus,

and I'm about to give you
the gift of the century.

Just need you to hire me first
so we can talk in private.

And I'll do it for free.

Already told Saxe no.

I won't testify
no matter what he offer me.

What if I can get you
out of here, though?

Charges dropped.

Make Saxe send you home
with an apology.

I ain't no snitch, nigga!

This ain't about snitchin',
brother.

♪ ♪

I brought a friend of yours
to help explain.

I ain't talkin' to no cop.

I'm not a cop anymore.

Thanks to Saxe, I'm suspended.

Told ya to stop puttin' niggas
away for the man.

Guess I learned my lesson.

I wanna get Saxe.
You wanna go home.

We can both get what we want.

You're going to go to Saxe
and tell him you want the deal.

Blanca's going to tell you
exactly what to say

when you're on the stand,
what you can get away with,

what... won't exactly
be perjury.

I don't trust her, man.

Then trust me, nigga!

Damn!

Look, you wanna go home or not?

You help me...

you'll be back home in Queens

movin' weight
by the end of the week.

♪ ♪

Yeah, 20.

Just make sure it's all set.

See ya.

Dru! Diana!

- Where y'all goin'?
- To the bar.

Hey, y'all hear me?

- To the bar. You need me?
- Nah, Cane.

Just some accountant stuff,
shiftin' some product around.

That's all.
Takin' Dru and Diana.

They gonna help me out today.

I don't know why Owl
can't do all that.

What we pay him for anyway?

I pay Owl. Ain't no "we" in it.

Seems like folks been
forgettin' who's who

and what's what around here.

Ain't nobody forgettin' nothin'.

I mean, Owl don't really
need our help, Ma.

You just mad
because of the party.

Y'all been spendin'
way too much time

up at that damn Stansfield.

You sent us up there.
You go up there.

Zeke's up there.

Zeke ain't you,
and Zeke does what I say.

Zeke does what he wants.

He ain't in nobody's bed
he ain't supposed to be, is he?

Zeke ain't the one
keepin' secrets.

I'ma be in the car.

Get y'all shit and let's go.

Who she talkin' about,
sleepin' in somebody bed?

Oh, h... D, you let
this nigga Tariq hit?

No.

And even if I did,
it ain't none of your business.

You ain't nobody's daddy.

I'm your brother, okay?
And I know what's best for you.

- And he ain't it.
- Dru, you better tell him

- it's not about me.
- Shut up.

Wait, wait, you sayin'
you knew about this?

Fuck, Dru!

How you let this go down
between her and 'Riq

and you don't say shit?

I know how to keep
my mouth shut.

Ain't much of that
goin' around now, is there?

Wow.

♪ ♪

You know you can't be
fuckin' this kid,

especially now that
we in business with him.

Listen, Ma's right to be pissed.

You forget where you stand.

I didn't fuck him, Cane, a'ight?

I already told you to take
your fuckin' hands off me.

♪ ♪

Left this in class.

Thank you, Tariq.

I didn't even realize
I dropped that.

Yeah, you was too busy givin'
Ashley a piece of your mind.

It's 'cause she's so naive.

I betcha her life
is pretty easy.

No wonder she thinks people
are fundamentally good.

Why not?
People got a lot of secrets.

You know, maybe it's easier
for her to think that way

because she's been through
some shit.

You don't know.

You're right. I don't.

But why do you always
think like that?

That people have secrets?

Well, because people
got secrets.

Like you?

You never answered the
professor's question, Tariq.

Are you fundamentally good...

or bad?

Why you care?

If I'm bad,
does it change anything?

And if I'm good,
what does that mean?

How good are you?

Malcolm, I'm so sorry.

I totally forgot
we were supposed to meet today.

You forgot I was in town
this weekend.

That's troublin'.

Almost as troublin' as this.

You're Insta-stalking me
for pictures now?

You were tagged.

You know you can't be seen
in pictures inebriated, Lauren.

- I'm in college.
- Exactly.

You're old enough to understand.

You know, I'm startin' to think

that we should talk about you
transferrin' to Georgetown...

...next semester.

Jamal, right?

You two seem to be spendin'
an awful lot of time together.

She helpin' you with math?

My name is Tariq, bro.

And I was just droppin' off
something

that she left in class.

Looks like you got
your hands full.

I'll text you later, Tariq.

♪ ♪

He wants full immunity.

Johnson won't testify
unless I give him a walk.

But the charges against him

are state and federal,
which means...

You need my help
to make it all go away.

How important is this guy
to your case?

You want me to win,
give 2-Bit the deal.

I promise he'll deliver.

Yeah, I've read his file, okay?

Blanca Rodriguez
couldn't turn the guy.

What makes you think
he'll cough up for you?

Okay, you've read a file.
I've heard his story.

It's good.

Uh-huh.

Any worry on cross?

You mean regarding

your precious James St. Patrick?

- Mm.
- Nothing relevant at all.

Okay. Let me see what I can do.

Hey, Jimbo!

It's your old pal Steven Ott.

Yeah.

Listen, I need a little favor
from you.

Ah, inmate named
Francis Johnson.

Hasn't gone to trail yet,
but, uh,

we could really use
your help on this one.

♪ ♪

This some bullshit right here.

Ma, all this?

This is Owl
and them nephews of his.

Why we gotta do they job?

Because you're spoiled.

Runnin' round,
money in your pocket,

clothes on your back, cars,

and ain't none of it
comin' from you.

It's from me and your father
bustin' our asses

to make sure this business
keeps runnin'.

All this is work,
but you... spoiled!

So what y'all gonna do is,
Diana, tally.

I need these bands
logged and totaled.

Them bricks in that corner
need to be broken down.

That's you, Dru.

Oh, yeah. Phones.

♪ ♪

I already told you I'm sorry.

What do you want me to do now?

I want you to stay away
from your new little friends.

I know it worked out this time,

but from now on,
no interaction at all.

Know what?

Stay away from Stansfield
altogether, actually.

Uncle Nancy, I can't do that.

My boyfriend's Tariq's roommate.

Shh! What is wrong with you?

I wanna keep seeing him.

That's actually
what I'm trying to say.

Look, I know you like this kid,

but St. Patrick
could be into some deep shit...

His family, his associates.

If this goes
where I think it's going,

there could be a lot
of collateral damage.

Are you talking about Brayden?

Because he's not a...

Whatever you think Tariq's into,

it's got nothing to do with him.

How can you be sure?

Because I know him. You don't.

'Kay, look, I know...

I know I got you involved
in this in the first place.

Yeah, you did.

Now I'm in love.

What?

No, you're not in love.

You-you don't even know
what love is.

And you do?

Whatever you've got
with that RealDoll

in your closet, Uncle Nancy,

that's not love either.

Her name is Rebecca.

You know what? She was
a gag gift from your moms.

Anyway, look,

I know this is hard,

but you'll meet someone else;
you will.

Ideally, someone who's not

living with a potential target
of a criminal investigation.

Fuck.
Don't tell Brayden I said that.

I won't.

And I'm going to prove to you

that he's not mixed up
in any of this.

He's a good person...
just like you.

I'm not breaking up with him.

♪ ♪

Whah!

Skids, I got your eight million
fuckin' 911s.

- What's the emergency?
- Where's my stuff?

- What stuff?
- Don't fuck with me, Trace.

There were, like,
how many pills in there?

You're the only one
who could've taken it.

Okay, okay, so I took it.

Dude, my boys wanted
a good time, so I came through.

What's the big deal?

That was my shit, Trace.
My shit.

No. So sorry.

No bueno, dude.
You know the rules.

What's mine is mine
and what's yours is mine too.

I need it back, all of it,
right fuckin' now,

- or you have to pay me for it.
- Mm. Whoa.

- Okay.
- Seriously.

- I'm not fuckin' around!
- Oh, you wanna do this?

Let's go!
Come on, let's go, bitch.

Hoo-hoo-hoo! Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

- Timber!
- Fuck you!

And Trace pins the skid mark.

Come on, you fuckin'
piece of shit!

I'll fuck you up!

Gonna kill you when I get up.

What the fuck is y'all doin'?

This Tariq room, right?
He stay here?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, we're
havin' a familial discussion.

So why don't you table
whatever ghetto bullshit

ya have with Saint...

Fuck you say?

Whoa. Why don't we all
just chill the fuck out?

- Tariq's not here.
- I can see that, white boy.

Now, where is he? 'Cause I need
to talk to him about something.

I don't know... class?

His schedule is fucked.

The kid's carrying, like,
20 credits

or some shit like that.

Crazy, right?

I mean, I told him to drop some,

but you know how our boy is.

Listen, why don't we all
just chill the fuck out

and put the gun away?

♪ ♪

Cane, right?

Tariq told me about you.

Listen, we're all friends here.

In fact,
we're actually partners.

What the fuck you say?

Who the fuck are you?

Brayden.

I'm Brayden, Tariq's...

...roommate he never mentioned?

No, he never said shit.

But I see he got my name
in your mouth, huh?

We're all on the same side.

We work together,
you know what I mean?

- I don't know what you mean.
- Shut the fuck up, Trace.

Listen,
if you're here for money,

I'm just missin'
a little of the stuff.

Just give me some time,
I'll go get it,

I'll bring it to you,
and we'll be all cool.

You know, and then
we'll maybe one day laugh

about meetin' like this, huh?

It look like I'm fuckin'
laughin' to you, huh?

You know my name
and my business,

and now you sayin' you ain't
got my fuckin' money?

Y'all got me fucked up.

You know what?

We gonna take
a nice little ride.

Come on, let's go. Let's go!

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
No phones.

♪ ♪

Okay, now what?

Do the coke. What do you think?

What you mean, "Do the coke"?

You already movin' pills
and weed off this Tariq shit,

and we short as fuck,
by the way.

Yeah, well, Monet'll be...

...back down here anytime,
so you better...

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

It's Everett.

He wants to see me.

That lame-ass closeted nigga,
Zeke's teammate?

Dru, you wanna go see him,

but you didn't wanna
claim him with Cane today.

I don't talk about my niggas
with Cane.

You shouldn't either.

So you let him think
I slept with Tariq.

You will eventually.

No, I won't.

He don't like me like that.

And I don't like him
like that neither.

Shit, you ain't gotta
lie to me, Di.

Okay, but I gotta
get out of here, so...

You need to stay put.

You know Monet'll kill you
for even thinkin' about it.

♪ ♪

Damn, he thirsty.

♪ ♪

Riley, what the fuck?

Uh... okay, first, the door
was open already.

This is absolutely not a B&E.

What you mean
the door was already open?

Oh, shit. Um, sorry. Here.

I was totally not looking
through your stuff,

if that's what you think.

Riley, what the hell
are you doin' in here?

Meeting your stupid roommate,
I thought.

Well, he's not here, obviously.

No, I see that.

I was just looking for
something to write a note on.

On my side of the room?

So... do you actually
know where he is?

'Cause if he made me come
all the way over

and just forgot, I'm actually
going to murder him.

I don't know where he is,
okay, Riley?

He's usually here, 24-7,
with you.

I don't know where he
could possibly be.

What are you doin'
writing notes anyway?

Why don't you just call him?

Because why don't I just
fucking call him?

Yeah.

Sure.

♪ ♪

What the fuck?

Is this some sort
of wingman bullshit?

Because if he's with
some chick, just tell me...

Riley, please!

Please, Riley, I'm trying
to figure something out.

Just let me think.

All right,
I don't know where he is.

Then I'll just wait here
until he comes back.

No. No, no, no.
You go home, all right?

I'll have him call you.

I'm not going anywhere.

Don't.

♪ ♪

Dru.

Don't.

♪ ♪

Open that shit up.

No, no.

No, no, no, no! What i...

- Come on, bro!
- Hey, y'all in the game, right?

Let's see y'all play.

That's a big no way, bro.

Look, I'm sure
you don't know this,

but Brayden and I
are Westons, dude.

Which means we can't
get involved in, like,

anything illegal.

Oh.

So, dude, how 'bout this?

How 'bout we all go back
to Stansfield.

Dude, I've got a Rolex
sitting right on my desk.

- Okay.
- In my dorm.

It's all yours if you want it.

I'm serious, dude, we can ju...

♪ ♪

Get your ass out my car
and sell my shit.

Trace, get out of the car.

- You kidding me?
- Trace...

- Brayden, are you fucking...
- ...shut the fuck up!

Get out of the car
and just do what he says.

♪ ♪

We're just gonna
leave him there?

He's not ready for this.
Let me go with him.

Nah, you get your own corner.

Fuck!

♪ ♪

- Hell yeah.
- I'm telling you right now.

Hey, guys.

It's cold as fuck out.
Am I right?

You know, not only
is it cold as fuck,

but my brother's acting
like a little bitch.

He left me out here stranded

with no phone, no money,
and no way home.

So? Get you an Uber, dog.
That's what y'all do, right?

Yeah, I would normally

do that, but, like I said,
no phone.

Damn! Dude just assed out, huh?

Yep.

All I got is me, myself,

- and this one awesome...
- blunt!

Yo, who taught you
how to roll that, man?

What? I taught myself. Lookit.

That's fire.

But because of this night...

I'm out here with no fire.

So... I'd be willing to share

if one of y'all
could help me out.

Is you for real
with this shit, white boy?

- How long you been a cop, man?
- What, like I'm a fuckin' narc?

Nah, nah, nah, nah.

I'm just a dude out here
havin' a shit night

tryin' to thug it out
with some smoke.

Can ya help a brother out?
That's all I'm sayin'.

Man, let's fuck us up, bro.
Let's go.

Let's go.

'Kay, it's like a...
it's like a fuckin' movie.

It's like Die Hard, dude.
It's like...

it's like fuckin' Die Hard.

Fuckin' Die Hard 3.

Sh...

Oh... fuck!

♪ Zero to a hundred
Nigga, real quick ♪

♪ Real quick... ♪

♪ Zero to a hundred
Nigga, real quick ♪

♪ Real quick ♪

♪ Real fuckin' quick, nigga ♪

♪ Yeah, fuck all that "Drake
You gotta chill" shit ♪

♪ I be on my
Lil Mouse drill shit... ♪

I'm here. What you want?

I know.

I got freaked out...

with your sister and everything.

We need to finish
that conversation.

Unless you change your mind
about tellin' the truth,

I'm not sure what there is
to say.

I'm not the only one
who didn't tell the truth.

You didn't say shit
about being Zeke's cousin.

You know what happens to me

if Zeke finds out about us?

It's not gonna change
how he sees you.

As long as you hit your shots,
he's good.

Ev.

This ain't even about Zeke.

It's about you not bein' okay
with who you are.

I'm good with myself.

I just want a pro career too.

Isn't there anything you want,
Dru?

♪ Could it be the way
my heart... ♪

Yeah.

There's somethin' that I want.

♪ ♪

♪ Could it be the way
my heart... ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- Yeah, this shit is fire.
- I know, right?

Full-on Ivy League weed, baby.
Top shelf.

So check it, Rayo, Trench,

not usually supposed
to do this, but....

- Yo!
- The fuck you doin' out here

- with all that?
- It's a long-ass story.

But if y'all lookin' to buy,

I can cut you a fat-ass
discount.

♪ ♪

Lemme call some folks.

- Fuck yeah.
- I'ma call Dez.

Pass that shit.

This is a mess.

- Do you play?
- Yeah.

I ain't playin' you.

Well, we can sit here staring
at each other all night,

or we can play.

So can I ask you something?

No.

Where do you think Brayden is?

- Really.
- I have no idea.

It's not like him
to just disappear.

It ain't.

I keep waiting for him
to bound in

just yelling something stupid.

Of course you are.

I really care about him, Tariq.

- I know.
- Which is why, like,

if he's in any trouble...

...or if you know about him
being in any trouble...

♪ ♪

Look, I don't know anything,
like I said.

Your move.

We gotta figure
this shit out, Ev.

Doesn't just go away
because this part works.

I don't know if we can.

People judge
what they don't understand.

People suck.

Hmm.

But...

that's how the world works.

I can't just go out there
and tell 'em I'm gay and...

start shootin' for the Spurs.

It doesn't work like that.

Shit, hold up.

No, it's nothin'.

It's my tutor.

CourseCorrect. Everett?

Yeah. Thanks.

Tutor, huh?

Study guide. Study aid.

♪ ♪

Oh, hell no.

- Oh, no, he didn't!
- I told him.

Didn't I tell him
not to touch that phone?

Yeah, you told him. Me too.

I told him not to go, and I
told him you wouldn't like it.

But if you really
wanna get him back...

What?

...I mean, I might know
where he went.

Yeah, he went where
I told his ass not to go.

Y'all kids is actin' like
what I say ain't law no more.

Ma, I didn't go.
I'm sittin' here.

I mean, unless you want me
to go get him.

- Or are you goin'?
- I can't. I gotta work.

A'ight, then I'll make him
come back.

I'm gonna need that phone,
though.

I mean, he ain't answerin' you,
but he'll answer if I call.

Two hours. You hear me?

Both y'all back at the house

in two hours.

♪ I used to hate Christmas ♪

♪ All seem to say ♪

- ♪ Sweet silver bells ♪
- ♪ For real ♪

♪ On the first day
Of Christmas ♪

♪ My true love sent to me ♪

♪ A half of a brick ♪

♪ Told me feed my family ♪

♪ I took it to the hood
And I dropped it in the sink ♪

♪ Then I whipped it
Into a whole thing ♪

♪ Jumped off the porch early ♪

♪ Man, it was '93 ♪

♪ I had old hos on my dick
When I was 13... ♪

I'm out, guys.

- You out, man?
- Yeah, have a good night.

♪ Supersport
And I set it on Gs ♪

♪ Whopped so many niggas ♪

♪ Had to paint
That bitch green ♪

♪ I'm the Grinch that stole
Christmas, nigga ♪

♪ Ask about me ♪

♪ Hark, how the bells ♪

♪ Sweet silver bells... ♪

Good job.

Look like you made some friends.

I'm not scared of people, Cane.

But Trace is.
Can we go get him now?

Yes, Miss Daisy.

Uh...

hey, hey.

Hey, wa-wa-wait a minute.
Hey, dude.

Do you, uh... do you have a phone?

I co-I could really fuckin' use
a phone right now, man.

Wha-uh... no, uh, I'm sorry,
but I-I don't really habla.

♪ ♪

Hey, wai-wait. Hold o-hold on!

Aw, shit.
Somebody 'bout to feel it.

Uh, no, no, no.
Let him catch it.

He was just stompin' on you
back at your school.

He's my brother; nobody
gets to fuck him up but me.

I hear that.

Wait, wait, wait,
here's the thing.

Here's the thing.
This actually isn't mine.

Hey, come on.
He's no match for them.

I got some serious shit.

A-and they're
about to take his shit.

You won't make any money
off of it.

I'll go fuckin' sell it
if you want.

Second. Hold on, hold on.
Hold on a sec.

No, no, no, no, hold on!

Wait a second, man!

A'ight. Go get him.

♪ ♪

Okay, all right.

♪ ♪

Yo, look, don't get
too used to being in the lead.

Where you at? Where you at?

- Ooh! Ooh!
- Okay, you playin' like that.

I'm comin' up on you.

How you drift? How you drift?
R2?

Uh-uh. Just focus on the game.

- You not gonna help me?
- Oh, man.

Better come back.

I'm about to be gone.

Uh, Dru?

Your sister's back.

Ma sent me to get you.
You ready to go?

I'm gonna take a shower.

Seems like you're out
past your curfew.

Nigga, I got your text
with the picture.

Yeah, some little geek
just shows up,

hands off some school stuff

with a bunch of our product
in it.

And your man,
he know about this?

He don't think it has
anything to do with us.

- I didn't let on.
- You sure?

He ain't in this, D.

He's...

He ain't in this, okay

Okay.

So this is the secret way

Tariq's been moving our product?

I guess so.

Monet's gonna love hearing this.

I don't know,
it might just save your ass

from the beating you about
to get for buckin' her.

I don't think
we should tell her.

Why?

This is what she wanted
to know, Dru.

We tell her now, and we're both
out of trouble for good.

But what if she don't like it?

What if she thinks it's
way too out of her control?

Oh, my God.

If she shuts down Tariq,

then we have no excuse
to come back up here.

- No more Everett for you.
- I'm serious.

- Don't tell her.
- Dru, just go home, okay?

Monet said two hours,
and she meant it.

- Go home.
- Where you goin'?

I got a stop to make.

Don't tell her, Di, seriously.

♪ ♪

Has he ever
stayed out all night before?

Twice. With you.

So he'll be back.

- And if not...
- Wait, no, no.

You're not spendin' the night
here; I don't trust you.

Is that why you won't tell me
where Brayden is?

Look, I'm sorry.

- About what?
- The drink.

At the party.

Look, it was meant for Brayden,

and when I saw you
all faded like that,

I just didn't know what to say.

Wait, what are you talking a...
What-what drink?

What do you mean I was faded?
How?

♪ ♪

We need to talk.
Let's go inside.

We can talk out here.

You got somebody in there?

What? No. No.

Yo, did Cane come by here
earlier?

I don't keep track
of that nigga.

I don't know where he is.

What about Dru?

Boy, Dru ain't thinkin'
'bout you right now,

and I didn't come up here
to talk about my brothers.

I came up here to talk
about CourseCorrect.

I know, Tariq, a'ight?

- I fuckin' know.
- What do you know?

What does this
have to do with me?

Somebody at the school

is using this tutoring app
to move product.

And by somebody, I mean you,
and you need

- to tell me the truth.
- Chill, chill.

Look, Tariq, a'ight?

It's smart.
No exposure, no competition.

I think it's perfect.

I just don't know
what Monet'll think, though.

We ain't gotta tell her.
She won't understand this.

None of y'all get
that lyin' to her

is worse than tellin' the truth.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Same as lyin' to me

about whatever you got
goin' on in there.

There's nothing
goin' on in there.

It didn't sound like nothin'.

Oh, I know.

It's that bougie bitch, right,
from the party?

Lauren? She in there?

Damn, you smashin' already, huh?

Lauren? It's not even
like that with her.

Chill!

So then what's it like?

What's it like, Tariq?

You know, I thought
you were so different.

You look good on the outside,
but inside...

you just out for yourself.

Doesn't matter who you hurt.

Di, listen, I need you
to trust me, all right?

Need you to trust me
that Lauren's not in there,

and I need you not to tell Monet

about this CourseCorrect shit.

You need to stay by your phone.

CourseCorrect
is really interesting.

Monet's probably
gonna give you a call.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Check.

♪ ♪

F...

Yo, take me home right now.

You actually did better
than I expected.

What the fuck?
I almost got killed.

He's actually right.
Thought it'd be worse.

Oh, fuck.
Y'all don't say nothin'.

♪ ♪

What do we have here, gentlemen?

You two, get out.
Go stand by my car.

♪ ♪

Boy, you're off the leash.

This is the second time
I had to cover for you

- in the streets.
- I ain't your boy.

No, you're Monet's.

And I know damn well
she didn't okay

whatever you're doing here.

Nigga, take that bass
out your voice

when you talk to me, a'ight?

- You ain't my dad.
- What's on your mind?

You think Monet needs
this kind of smoke?

What smoke? Ain't shit happen.

People were reporting
two white boys

slinging on the corners here.

So?

Sound like people need
to mind they fuckin' business.

That's what you need to do.

You're lucky I found you.

You're lucky whoever
turned out that one boy

didn't finish the job.

Look, Tariq had my name
in they mouth,

so I had to school 'em a little.

And what you in my face for?

You work for me.

You really don't get it, huh?

We all work
for your father, kid.

You, me,

Monet too.

And this shit...

this is bad for business.

You know what business is,
right?

It's what men do.

Go home.

You're done for the night.

♪ ♪

I don't know Francis Johnson.

Street name is 2-Bit.

He worked for Tommy.

He ever met you?

- You ever spoke to him?
- No.

I mean... he's seen me before,

but we've never actually spoken.

But he might know Tariq.

Tariq was hangin' with Tommy
a lot before he left.

Saxe won't bring up Tariq.
He's irrelevant.

Are you sure?

I'm sure, Tasha; you've got
nothing to worry about.

Now, get ready to look innocent.

We've got court in the morning.

♪ ♪

Brayden and Trace Weston, right?

Yes.

Thank you, we appreciate you
getting us out of there.

It's the job, kid.

Yeah, who was that guy?

Like, I know his name's Cane,

but you seem to know him.

Just a local troublemaker.

Now, I'm supposed
to technically take you all in

for distribution.

Why don't we all decide
right here and right now

that this night never happened

and we're not going
to tell anyone about it?

I'm good with it.

Trace?

We got kidnapped, Brayden.

We should press charges
or call Mom and Dad.

We're gonna keep
our fucking mouths shut

so he doesn't come back.

Got it?

Copy that.

I said two hours.

Dru's back, right?

I did what you told me to do.

You know why I'm so hard
on you and Dru?

'Cause y'all are good, both you.

Even as babies in school,
on the playground.

You were good kids.

Good to me, good to Cane,

good to each other.

And it's easy for you
to get hurt out there.

And I don't want you hurt.

Ma, I have a good reason
why I'm late.

Both y'all started actin' up
when I sent you to Stansfield.

Dru and that nigga
he's all caught up with now,

you and Tariq.

I went to go see Tariq.

But I figured out
how he's movin' our product

at Stansfield.

I pressed him on it,
and he said it's true.

Look.

It's a tutoring app,
but there's no real tutoring.

It's just how they get product
to the buyers.

And, Ma, he is charging
these rich kids

triple the price,
and they don't even blink.

So anybody that tries
to snitch, they blow up too.

Smart little nigga.

Yeah, but he don't want me
to tell you.

He said you wouldn't understand.

And you're telling me this

because you want me
to shut Tariq down.

Why would I do that?

Why would you want me
to do that?

Did you sleep with Tariq, Diana?

- No.
- Is he your first?

Nothing happened between us.

Then you'll get over it.

From now on, he's business,
that's it.

♪ ♪

Brayden!

Ohh!

- Where the hell were you?
- It's a long story.

You couldn't have
brought your phone?

Trace wanted us off the grid.

Do you have a clue
how worried I was?

Trace is an idiot;
it was some superior bar crawl.

He needed a wingman.
I don't know.

That's your story?
Stupid dude bro bar crawl?

The stupidest, trust me.

'Kay, that's some bullshit,
but you're back,

and I'm happy and I don't care.

Come on.

- What? Where?
- My place.

Tonight.

I think I pretty much
overstayed all welcomes.

Facts.

Tomorrow you're coming to brunch

with my moms... both.

Two minutes, or I come back
and move in here permanently.

Okay.

- What happened?
- Fucking Cane, bro.

Holy shit, that dude is crazy.

He took us to Queens
and made us sell on the block.

Like a corner boy?

- Damn, man, you good?
- Am I good?

I'm rich!

I made so much fucking money
so fast.

I mean, I had
to give it all to Cane,

but I earned that shit.

That was my money,
not my mom and dad's.

I fuckin' loved it, bro.

Bein' out there.

They fuckin' love me.

You're not doin' that shit
again, bro.

You think Trace
gonna keep his mouth shut?

Told him he had
no fuckin' choice.

Damn right.

I gotta go.
She's gonna fuckin' kill me.

- Yo, good luck.
- Later, dog.

Yeah.

♪ ♪

You wanna tell me
about these white boys

- Cane had on the corner?
- Nah.

Wanna tell me why
you sent Cane up here?

Somebody could've gotten killed.

That whole shit wa...

I didn't send him, Tariq.

Cane was on his own tonight.

Yeah, I don't know whether
to believe that or not.

I don't lie. I don't have to.

Diana told me
about CourseCorrect.

I knew she would.

Want me to explain it to you?

No explanation needed.

I know way more
than what I need to.

- We good?
- Yeah, we good as long as Cane

- don't come up here again.
- He won't.

Their names
are Brayden and Trace Weston.

I ran them.
The Brayden kid is younger.

He went to high school
with Tariq.

These kids are rich
and connected.

Something happens to them,
half of NYPD's here,

and it's a national story.

I know.

Cane is out of control, Mo.

You have to get him in line...
if you can.

Fuck you mean, if I can?

He's your son,
but you're not a man.

You may not be able
to get him back in line.

- And you can.
- If you let me off the leash.

Cane is not your son.

He's Lorenzo's.

Just like I'm not yours.
I'm Lorenzo's too.

Next time Cane fucks up,

maybe that's
who you should call.

Don't call me.

♪ ♪

Mr. Johnson, you have

specific knowledge
of the workings

of the so-called Ghost crew,
do you not?

You were a member?

I never heard of the Ghost
crew; that's hilarious.

What?

You're saying now you weren't
part of the drug organization

run by Tommy Egan,
street name Ghost?

Tommy Egan? Who that?

Mr. Johnson,
we discussed your testimony.

You recognize that picture?

I said I would tell you
what I knew.

What I know is, ain't no way
a white guy like that

runs a major drug organization
in Queens.

Mr. Johnson, we believe

you were deeply
and intimately involved

in Egan's drug organization.

You are the last man standing

in a multimillion-dollar
operation

that ran in all five
boroughs of New York

for over 15 years.

- Not me.
- You were arrested

in a warehouse that belonged

to one of his
holding corporations.

That was a setup
from a crooked cop.

- A crooked cop.
- Blanca Rodriguez.

You got her kicked off the force

a little while ago, right?

She set me up.
I was lookin' for work.

She lured me there
on a job interview, and boom,

pajamas and Patakis,

all for bein' in the wrong
place at the wrong time.

So you have no information
about Tommy Egan?

- None.
- You realize that lying

on the stand is a violation
of your plea arrangement.

Actually, you gave me
transactional immunity.

As long as I show up,
take the stand,

and answer your questions
to the best of my ability,

I've held up my end of the deal.

Yeah. I got a lawyer now.

Mm. Seems like it.

One last question.

In your travels,
looking for work,

you ever meet anyone
in the St. Patrick family?

Reminding you
that you were wearing

James St. Patrick's watch
when you were arrested.

I never actually met
Mr. St. Patrick or his wife.

But I think once,
I helped out her son, Tariq.

Huh.

♪ ♪

No further questions,
Your Honor.

♪ ♪

How did you help Tariq?

Helped him get home
after he got lost.

And...

...was my client

part of that effort

helping Tariq get home

after he, uh, got lost?

Not to my knowledge.

Like I said,
I never met your client before.

And to your knowledge,

she was not the queenpin
of any drug organization

of which you were aware.

If some lady was running

some big drug organization,

I would've heard about it.

As far as I know,
she's just the wife

to that dead
lieutenant governor nigga.

Excuse me, Your Honor.

I mean James St. Patrick.

That's all, Your Honor.

No, actually, wait.

Do you know how Tariq got lost?

I hear he got mixed up
with the wrong people.

And as far as you know,
my client

did not know these wrong people.

Mr. MacLean, I have
no knowledge of your client

in any criminal activity at all.

No further questions.

♪ ♪

You still up?

You're supposed to be my rock.

Supposed to follow the rules.

You're supposed to set
an example for Dru and Diana.

- They're your kids, not mine.
- You think about

what could've happened
if you got picked up

with two rich white boys
in your car

and two bags of product?

Did you think about that?

Ma, they knew my name, okay?

So I had to scare 'em.
I had to get 'em under control!

Matter of fact, Tariq put
my name in that kid's mouth.

The nigga wouldn't even know me

if you hadn't brought him
into our shit.

You so fuckin' mad about Tariq,

you forgettin' what we out here
for, Cane...

To make money
and not get caught.

You bringin' those boys
where people know you.

You got 'em in your car
with you while you drivin'.

The fuck is you thinkin'?

Ma, you're shuttin' down
all our primeras.

Givin' weight to Tariq
so he can do what,

sell to some fuckin'
white folks?

We got Queens on lock.
What do we need him for?

Boy, I don't need to explain to
you what I do or why I do it,

not to you,
not to any-fucking-body.

I'm runnin' this shit, Cane,
not you.

You always wanna do shit
your way, Cane,

put yourself first, but as long

as you are in my house,
you will fuckin' listen to me.

This ain't your fuckin' house.
This is Dad's house.

Everything you get
comes from him.

This is his business, not yours.

What the fuck
you just say to me?

I'm saying if he was here,

ain't none of this shit
happening!

Boy, let me set you straight
on some shit right now.

Your father's in jail
for 25 years...

25-year-sentence,
and it's only been ten.

He can get parole.
He can get out, good behavior.

And when he does, all this
bullshit with you and Tariq

- and you and that cop nigga...
- Cane...

Don't you put
your fuckin' hands...

Get the fuck off me.

Cane, what the fuck
is wrong with you?

Wait...

♪ ♪

You have to do somethin'.

Pump her brakes.

I don't know.

But she's fucking up.

Like all the shit you built out there...

She is fucking that shit up.

She makin' all these changes,
okay?

Shutting down the block,
making enemies we don't need.

She ain't listening to...

Ain't her job to listen to you.

She's the boss, little man.

Sí, but, Papi,
she ain't listening to...

What did I say?

You tryin' to be a man.
I see that.

I feel that.

A man's gotta know his swing.

Out there, Monet is me.

I know you not
swinging on me, right?

You fall the fuck back.

Do what she tells you.

Learn how she runs shit...

So when it's your turn...

You know how to run shit.

You feel me?

Yeah.

Yeah, I feel you.

♪ ♪

Don't forget son, you're my soldier.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Don't you ever put your hands
on my wife again.

♪ ♪

Hey, Ma, how was court?

Do you know Francis Johnson,
2-Bit?

Oh, yeah, one of Tommy's men.

- Yeah, yeah, I seen him before.
- He was part

of the plan to get you back
from Vincent.

He brought you up
in court today.

- Why would he do that?
- I don't know, 'Riq.

Is there any way that Davis
could know

what really happened?

Any way at all that he knows
about you getting mixed up

with Vincent
or about you and Ray Ray?

- Anything at all?
- No, Ma, there's no way.

Look, you were the one that
said we have to trust Davis.

I know, okay?
I know I did say that.

And the testimony
did make me look good.

A'ight, so then
that's all that matters.

Look, Ma, don't worry
about anything.

Everything'll be fine.

Yeah, okay.

I just hope you're right.

♪ ♪

You got your ass
handed to you today!

Witnesses lie, okay? It happens.

And he gets to walk anyway!

So if I go back to Jim now,
I'll look like a fucking idiot.

We just let a violent felon
back out on the street

and got nothing for it.

I'll make this right, Steven.

You have my word.

Why doesn't that
make me feel better?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Hang up the dollars ♪

♪ They lookin' at me ♪

♪ Thank you for callin' ♪

♪ But talk is cheap ♪

♪ Why you talkin' shit ♪

♪ I'm makin' money
I'm makin' money ♪

♪ I'm makin' money, get it
Why you talkin' shit ♪

♪ I'm makin' money
I'm makin' money ♪

♪ I'm makin' money, get it ♪

♪ I'm fly like
When you go to court, court ♪

♪ I stack money
Like it's a sport, sport ♪

♪ The judge
Don't like me inside ♪

♪ What I say, I told him ♪

♪ I ain't never comin' back
Say what ♪

♪ I'm all about the green
Like my darlin', rats ♪

♪ Just set me up a play
I go hard, I go hard ♪

♪ Before it's said and done
I'm a martyr ♪

♪ Cherry sittin' high
above the rim like Carter ♪

♪ Vinsanity
Maybe it is insanity, crazy ♪

♪ A free man 'bout to activate
Plan B, what's that ♪

♪ I mean plan C
CR AK up the whole block ♪

♪ You try to stop the cheese ♪

♪ Hang up the dollars ♪

♪ They lookin' at me ♪

♪ Thank you for callin' ♪

♪ But talk is cheap ♪

♪ Why you talkin' shit ♪

♪ I'm makin' money
I'm makin' money ♪

♪ I'm makin' money, get it
Why you talkin' shit ♪

♪ I'm makin' money
I'm makin' money ♪

♪ I'm makin' money... ♪

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