All language subtitles for POWER - S01 E02 - Whoever He Is (1080p - BluRay)

Previously on "Power."

Boss is here.

It's the best goddamn
nightclub opening the whole year.

To Truth!

When we met,

who'd you think I was gonna be?

The biggest goddamn
drug dealer in New York City.

The men you're protecting

set you out to steal from the
wrong motherfuckers tonight.

If I knew who ordered it,
yeah, they'd be dead already.

50 stacks, 75 you
bring him to us alive.

It's good to see that
you knew enough

not to let it affect
our pay schedule.

Angela Valdes came
into the club last night.

From high school?

Jamie, I'm sorry I
left the way I did.

Who can give us the names,

places and dates we
need to convict Lobos?

His New York distributor.

Unfortunately, we
have no idea who that is.

Our soldiers are strapped now.

We should be, too.

My girlfriend, she
just got mugged.

The guy got away.

Please, please
send an ambulance!

- Tommy, what's up?
- Julio got a 911.

A courier's been hit.

I'm on my way.

Boss, where you going?

The woman from "Vogue"
is coming to talk details

for the party, remember?

She lost her venue
at the last minute.

We land it, it can
change everything.

I know, I'll be back.

De Sangre?

This guy came all the way
from Miami to fuck with us?

A hired hitter is smart.

Somebody flies him up, he
does the job and then goes home.

No trace.

Well, the good news,
the girl called Julio.

He's probably
still at the hospital.

- Probably.
- Haven't heard from him yet.

When Darien was cleaning
up, he said that the girl

was cut up pretty bad.

So she could be dead by now.

I gotta get back to the club.

There's a lot of shit I
need to be doing right now.

We opened that place
to clean our money.

The shit you need
to be doing right now

is helping me figure out
our next fucking move.

Okay, how'd they find her?

Followed her, maybe?

From where, how?

It's just like Cruz, they knew
exactly when and where to hit.

The phones, they got our phones.

I don't see how, they're all
burners, none of them traceable.

FlexiSPY, some shit,
they gotta be tracking us

some kind of way.

Everybody rotates
phones tonight.

Yeah, as soon as I get
the all clear from Julio.

Listen, once we figure
out who hired this asshole,

we need to mount up, clean
up the yard once and for all.

With who, hmm?

Our operation's
built for finesse.

We got motherfuckers
that blend in.

Part of the scenery, we ain't
got no real street soldiers.

So we find some or buy some.

- Ask Lobos for help.
- No.

'Cause if he sends it,
then he owns us forever.

And if not, he takes
advantage of our weakness

and he sells us out.

Either way, we're fucked.

You're right about one thing.

We can't let this go unanswered.

That's goddamn right.

Look, man, I gotta
get back, seriously.

Yo, D, you got the ax?

Hey, Shawn, get in
here and help him.

You don't need to do that.

His father would want us
to teach him the ropes, G.

If he ain't gonna get his hands
dirty, he doesn't need to be there.

I can do it.

Unless you need me to
drive you back into the city.

I'll drive myself.

Call me when you hear
from Julio about the girl.

Have a good day at work, honey.

Fuck you.

Here, gimme that.

Hey, watch this, Shawn.

Well, does James even
bother to call and tell you

that he's not coming home
to have dinner with the kids?

He doesn't have to
call. I know where he is.

He's working.

He's trying to book a big
party at the club tomorrow night

for "Vogue" magazine.

That's what he told you.

Yes, and if it...

If it were the other business,
he'd tell me that, too.

We're partners, Mama.

It's a marriage.

But you wouldn't know
too much about that.

Well, if he tells you
everything, you tell me

why he'd open a night
club in the first place.

For appearances,
like the Laundromat.

Ain't no magazine party
at no Laundromats, Tasha.

High-fashion
models, young girls.

Hard for a man
to say no to that.

Ghost ain't checkin' for no
flat-assed skinny white girl.

Not when he got
all this ass at home.

I used to have one
just like that, sugar.

Now you let me tell you one
thing I do know about men.

There is always another ass.

Mama, Ghost and I are fine.

And as long as I'm paying your
rent, you need to mind your mouth.

James pays my rent.

Don't get it twisted.

If he leaves you,
he leaves all of us.

That ring on your
finger ain't no insurance.

You can't collect alimony
on income the government

don't know about.

Thanks for coming to cook.
But you don't need to, I'm okay.

Mm-hmm.

Eat, mamita.

When was the last time
you went to see papi?

I haven't been up
there in a while.

It's not that good a place.

We should still go see
the one upstate again.

It's pretty up there.

Plus, I like the idea of him
being able to see the water.

I do, too. But I told you, the
one upstate is too expensive.

Junior's tuition
check is by the door.

Thank you.

You know I'll pay
you back every cent.

I'm happy to do it.

But papi has to stay where
he is for right now, okay?

When Junior graduates, we'll
have no kids left in the family.

There's plenty back in P.R.

You can bring Nadia's
five boys back with you

next time you go.

Cute. You know what I mean.

What's happening with Greg?

I'm not sure.

Don't look at me like that.

I just don't think
he's the right guy.

They're never the right guy.

What's wrong with this one?

He can't fuck?

The sex is good.

There's nothing wrong, but...

there's no goose
bumps. No butterflies.

There's no tingling
anywhere, you know?

You still think of love
like you're a little girl.

Butterflies and goose
bumps are fairytales.

Mira, nena.

Ripped By mstoll.

Stick with us.

You'll get your own someday.

But some nights, have
a body in the trunk.

Back in the day, Ghost and
I drove a '91 Honda Accord.

You shared a car?

We got more pussy
in that back seat...

Back then, Kanan
kept us in line.

Taught us the
business, made us men.

Ghost and I owe your father big.

That's why you're here.

I know.

Ghost just wants you to
stay in the car and in the club.

See the pretty shit.

But if we go to war,

it'll be all hands on deck.

I need to know you'll be ready.

I won't let you down.

Good.

Ms. Sheridan.

James St. Patrick.

Nice to finally meet you.

You're James St. Patrick.

You know, I tried to run a
background check on you,

and no one in the nightlife
world seems to know who you are.

I was expecting a fat Irish guy.

Well, I hope I can meet
your other expectations.

I do, too.

You know we lost our venue
for this party at the last minute.

But I'm not gonna make the wrong
call just because we're pressed for time.

I'll decide whether
I like what I see

or if I should keep going
down my list of clubs.

I'll admit, it's a beautiful
space you've got here.

But what turns my
head is perfect service.

Seamless evening.

And that is what
my client expects.

But I see you've
been working hard.

We have, Ms. Sheridan, we haven't
left a single moment to chance.

That's good, because this party
isn't only about our December issue,

which is the biggest in
fashion magazine history.

- It's also about...
- Your boss' position.

Editors all over your
building report to her.

This party's about,
let's say, um...

Makin' them feel it.

You don't look like
you read Keith Kelly.

I make it my business to know
what you know, Ms. Sheridan.

If I'm doing my job, I
should know what you want

before you ask me for it.

Hey, send a bottle or
two of Ultimate to VIP

with some cranberry juice.

We've got a promotion tonight,
sir. We're not serving Ultimate,

just Grey Goose.

Honey, you're serving
whatever I want.

I own this place.

I've never seen you before.

You see me now?

Yeah, I'll sneak
you some Ultimate.

But I can't take it up
there, I don't work VIP.

Do you want to?

I get it.

Page him.

And where does my client sit?

Right here, where you
can see all the action.

But very few can see you.

She'll love it.

Oh, should the photographers
check it at the front

or come early and
enter through service?

Cameras aren't Truth policy.

We like our guests to
be able to relax without

thinking their images will
be online the next morning.

Okay, technically my
guys are paparazzi.

But they're the obedient kind.
That's not a problem, right?

I mean, I'd hate to tell
everyone we had a conflict.

No, no, your photographers
can come through service early.

They'll have full access.

Excellent Good night,
James St. Patrick.

Good night.

If we're gonna have
photographers here,

you should get into
some of those shots.

Ain't my thing.

You should be out there
as the face of the club.

People are gonna wanna
know who owns this place.

Stern takes us on,
we can go national.

Internationally. More
people know who you are,

the more interested
he's going to be.

You've reached FBI
Special Agent Greg Knox,

southern district of New
York. Leave a message.

Hey, that's weird,
you always pick up.

If you wanna
come over, I'm here.

Call me.

What the fu...

Sorry I'm late. Coffee
smelled like dick.

So I had to make a new pot.

Oh, hey, sorry, Ms. Lavarro.

I'm not offended, Mr. Saxe,
the smell of dick turns me off, too.

Speaking of late, you
see Agent Knox out there?

He should be here.

No.

I've charted the existing
distribution networks

in the five boroughs.

I'd like to construct a clear...

Angela, I was thinking we
should talk more about Ruiz.

Lobos moved on from Ruiz.

So we should, too.
He's a dead end.

Frankie, morning.

- Morning.
- Good morning, sir.

I'd thought I'd see how
your Felipe Lobos task force

is coming along, we got
a wire from the Federales.

Lobos landed in
Juarez last night.

He's staying
close to the border,

so now we're racing both
California and Texas on the districts

to get an indictment.

We're all aware
of the urgency, sir.

In fact, Angela
was just diving in.

We're creating a profile to help
us identify Lobos' New York distro.

More specifically,

we were discussing
a meeting Lobos had

with Víbora Ruiz
from Soldado Nation.

And as discussed,

Lobos told Ruiz the Soldados
were too low-rent for him.

They made no agreements,
so it's not a fertile area.

But how did Lobos arrange
that sit-down with Ruiz?

I issued a warrant
for a Ruiz lieutenant.

Nomar Arcielo.

You issued the warrant
with what probable cause?

A burner cell traced
to Nomar by NYPD

spiked high usage details around
the time of the Lobos meeting.

If he set it up, he could
have valuable information.

I've worked closely with this judge,
he'll slap us down if we overreach.

That's why all applications
go across my desk.

Understood. I was
trying to be proactive.

You know, since,
like you said, sir,

other offices are on Lobos, too.

Ruiz is our local advantage.

In future work with the team,
cops and robbers is more fun

when we all can play.

In case we could
get something new,

call an agent to
serve your warrant.

Now, moving on...

Actually, Special
Agent Greg Knox

is trying to locate
Nomar as we speak.

I called him last night.

Great. Now as I was saying,

we know Lobos wants a
reliable pathway for his product.

The most likely point of entry
is Port Elizabeth, New Jersey.

So the distributor we're looking for
should have an extensive network...

Thanks, babe.

I'm sorry I left
early the other night.

I didn't want to bother you,
you were with somebody.

Looked like you really
wanted to talk to her.

I ran into a friend from
high school that night.

I think, I can't remember.

Hey, ain't no reason to trip, T.

- Hmm?
- Sorry.

Mama and I were talking
yesterday, and I just...

Never mind.

Mrs. St. Patrick, hey.

I hope it's okay, I
took some coffee.

Help yourself.

Where'd you grow up, Shawn?

Hollis, originally.

No way, I went to Cardozo.

Hollis must have changed,
because I ain't never seen

no girls like you round the way.

There's plenty of girls
just like me out there

looking for somebody responsible
like you to treat them right.

You have a girlfriend now?

Wait, I probably
shouldn't ask you that.

No, no, no, no. It's
cool that you asked.

I ain't seeing nobody.

You're single?

I don't believe it.

You wanted me to see you

the other night in the car?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Talk to Tommy last night?

Brand-new.

Y'all had to rotate the
phones? What happened?

Nothing, just
taking precautions.

Giving that spandex a
workout of its own, girl.

I'll see you tonight.

- All right.
- Okay.

Oh, wait!

Ghost! Your new number!

How the fuck am I supposed
to get a hold of you now?

Collins walks in
and Saxe busts out

with this "we're not
done with Ruiz" bullshit.

Turns out you're already looking

for this Nomar guy

and I'm caught
with my pants down.

You should've called me.

Saxe gave me
explicit instructions

not to do so.

Okay, fuck him.

But fuck you, too. There's
a chain of command.

You knew he was fucking with me.

What should I have done?

I call you to check
in before every move

and it's pretty clear what's
going on between us,

am I right?

You said we had to keep
our relationship a secret.

If the rules have
changed, let me know.

The rules haven't changed.

People find out, you'll get
"atta-boys" and high fives,

while I'll lose all credibility
for fucking an agent.

I don't want to go public,
I just don't want you

to sandbag me.

I didn't sandbag you,
I followed protocol.

Those rules matter, too.

Good luck finding
your man, Agent Knox.

Angela, we're not done here.

Goodbye, Greg.

This is ridiculous.

We're sorry.

The number you have
reached is not in service.

Please check the
number or try your call...

Excuse me.

Is James here?

Yeah.

Got eyes on the boss?

Angie.

Jamie!

Sorry I had to track
you down at work.

You changed your cell?

I had to ditch my phone.

Nightclub business, you know,

too many people get
your number, it gets messy.

I'm glad you actually called.

This place looks so
different during the day.

You're saying it
looks busted now?

A little.

No, I'm just surprised
at how at night it's...

Transformed.

That's the idea.

People come here and become
whoever they want to be for the night.

It's a fantasy.

And then they
buy a lot of drinks.

Yes.

You still haven't told me
how you made this happen.

We cleaned up an abandoned
lot, charged for parking,

that money bought a Laundromat.

And another and another.

I always had my father's
place in the back of my mind.

And then we found this space,
and Tommy thought I was crazy.

Wait, Tommy?

Tommy Egan?

You still hang out with him?

He's my partner in the club.

What? You surprised
we still tight?

Yeah, to be honest.

I always thought Tommy
liked the streets too much.

You must have been a
good influence on him.

Let me show you something.

Watch your step.

Are you serious?

I didn't know people
still made these.

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes, Angie.

They're closed.

This still your favorite song?

Are you kidding me?

Makes me want to break
out the baseball jersey

and the kneepads for the video.

So what happens next?

I know you got a plan.

If Truth takes off,

then we open a second club
right here in New York City.

And maybe one in Miami or Vegas.

It's gonna take
a while, but I'll...

You'll get there.

You got here.

You want to come
through tonight?

We got a big party
for "Vogue" magazine.

Wow, that's huge!

I wish I could, I gotta work.

I hope your clients pay extra
for that kind of dedication.

Damn.

It's not that kind of... I
work for the government.

It's boring.

Anyway, you're gonna be too
busy tonight to hang out with me.

I'll make the time.

Come on, Angie.

Okay, I'll come through.

Yeah?

Go, go, go, go, go!

Oh, come on, Uncle Tommy,
you're supposed to have my back!

Is this some sped-up
mode or something?

I don't remember
it being this fast.

No, you're just old.

Just wait. What?

You're old!

I got next.

Oh, what's up, Dad?

What's up, son?

Go finish your homework.

- I know you didn't finish it.
- Good night.

Get outta here.

And what did I tell you about
playing on the games, huh?

The girl who got
cut, you want to clip?

I don't see another way.

I don't know, man.

Like you said, she
followed protocol.

She called Julio.
She didn't call 911,

even to save her own life.

She calls 911 with the drugs
on her, she could go into jail.

She kept a cool head.

You and I are good, Tommy,
because she didn't fuck it up.

What does it say to other
soldiers if she does her job well

and we ice her anyway?

Nice kill!

The truth. They're replaceable.

Just like you wanted it.

She's replaceable.

This is a female we're
talking about, Ghost.

Who's gonna want her now?

One day she's gonna wake
up, look at her ruined fucking face

and her ruined fucking life,
and she's gonna blame us for it.

And even though she doesn't
know us, she knows Julio.

She knows how our
whole thing works.

She's gonna be like,
"Fuck these motherfuckers,

I'm going to the cops."

With some random-ass courier
chick? That's a risk you wanna take?

I'll talk to Julio.

Yo, T, you ready to go?

My reservation's in 20 minutes!

Almost!

Peace.

No, man. We're
good. No problems.

Good, let's keep it that way.

Remind our people of the bitch's
description in case she comes back.

What did the courier say,
"Fucking weird shoes"?

Yeah, she had bright
pink sneakers on.

I told them already.

All right, good.

I'd better be on my toes. One
of these motherfuckers staring

might try to take you home.

Wish I had that effect on you.

What's that supposed to mean?

I'm just saying,
if I'm all that,

you'd be home more.

I'm not home because I'm
working, trying to provide for you

and the kids.

And for that weave and
that dress and those shoes.

I don't need you
stressing me, all right?

I ain't trying to stress you.

But I ain't even got your
new digits and I'm your wife.

Now you got me and the driver.

You're right, baby.

My bad, I forgot.

You've been forgetting
me a lot lately.

Come on!

I know you're not turning
down kung pao chicken.

I even got the extra
peanuts just how you like it!

I'm hungry. That doesn't
mean I'm not still mad.

You know I didn't have a choice.

You just don't like to lose.

When you gonna tell me
what's going on, Ghost?

I ain't no kid.

New phones and shit?

Guessing y'all
had a car accident?

We got run off the road.

Your car still running?

Still running, but the repairs
might be too expensive to make.

And the other guy's car?

Totaled. We had to tow it.

So now it's about the next move.

You take it to the chop shop?

You still got the parts?

What you thinking?

Back in the day,

remember what those Dominican
boys did to that red truck?

Half went to one
garage, half to another?

Stopped all that bullshit.

Hmm.

More wine, ma'am?

Yes, please.

Look, Saxe told
me that if nothing

came from going after Arcielo,

no one would even know about it.

I didn't think he was stupid
enough to go off about it

without knowing
if I'd catch the guy.

Please tell me Saxe
wasted taxpayer dollars

sending you on a wild-goose
chase and the guy's left town.

You got him.

I'm a fucking FBI agent,
Angela, damn right I got him.

He still had his goddamn phone.

Conclusive proof he set the
meeting or knows who did.

Saxe wins.

Good news for the
team, bad news for me.

Maybe not.

Wait till you hear
who else he called.

Isabel Ruiz.

Víbora Ruiz' daughter?

Isn't she 14?

Mmm-hmm.

Nomar called her.

Multiple times a week for weeks.

No fucking way.

The soldier that
got hurt's a woman.

Face all cut up.
Tommy thinks she'll talk.

But she was loyal, and
her life was at stake.

You want a woman's
loyalty, give her security.

You give her that,
she'll never betray you.

Baby. Come on.

He knows better than to watch.

And Saxe doesn't
know about this?

I didn't tell him.

I'm telling you.

So are we good?

We're good.

Mama took the
kids to the movies.

We got an hour, maybe.

When we talk business,
it's like when we

first met... Black
Bonnie and Clyde.

What?

- Nothing.
- Come on.

Come on...

Harder.

You sure?

Harder!

You sure you gotta go
down to the club right now?

Yeah. I gotta go.

Body.

I'm expecting perfection
from you tonight.

The people who are coming
to the club for this party,

models, magazine editors,
actors, rich motherfuckers

who ain't do nothing
to earn that shit.

But they have the right friends.

They have a good time
here, they come back.

They bring more people.

The truth is, the more
people hear about this spot,

we all get rich.

I don't make you pool tips.

I don't believe in that shit.

Then the lazy motherfuckers win.

But tonight, you work as a team.

Keep each other
on point, make it hot,

give them what they want.

Fellas, if a cat's gay

and he wants your
number, give it to him.

Ladies... shit, you
already know what to do.

You been doing
it your whole lives.

Tonight, our guests are
drinking on someone else's dime.

Make them want to come back
and spend their own money.

All right, open the doors, boss.

Showtime.

We're keeping
track of the arrivals,

I want to know about
an Angela Valdes.

No one with that name
has checked in yet.

Cynthia's up in VIP, though.

She's looking for you.

Tell Bueso he's still gotta
do the damn deliveries.

He's got his
fuckin' piece, right?

You've reached 3-4-7-5...

Are you kidding
me, motherfucker?

Hey, I have to
admit, I'm impressed.

You run a smooth
operation here, James.

Even my boss said
she liked the food.

Not that she ate any.

You know I don' t just
plan parties for "Vogue",

I handle "G.Q.,"
"Allure," "Bon Appétit,".

"Vanity Fair," it's
events all year long.

Plus servicing my
non-Condé Nast clients.

That's a lot of responsibility.

You know, I was
thinking that you and I

should work together long-term.

You know, I bring you
the press, the big names,

you give me a big fat discount.

How's that sound?

Deal.

Oh, you know what? I will
make sure this runs in the "Post."

Get your face out there.
Make this place a brand name.

What's up, man?

Sir, we're just about
to take a picture.

So if you can wait a minute.

You can talk to James in a sec.

Oh, no, I think James
wants to talk to me right now.

Cynthia, I'll be right back.

Work never stops.

Enjoy the party!

What the fuck you thinking, man?

You want to be in
the paper tomorrow?

You want everyone to
know who you are, Ghost?

All right, man. No pictures.

I gotta get back.
We'll talk about it later.

No, we'll talk
about this right now.

We're not like
these people, Ghost.

You and me in the
paper ain't a good thing.

You and me in the
paper means we got got.

These people don't know
about our other thing, man.

- One picture...
- Is too many!

You standing next to
these people in pictures?

The next question is,
who the fuck is this guy?

People digging
in your life story,

what do you think
they're gonna find?

We lay low. We sell
what we need to sell.

We ice who we need to ice.

All business, all the time.

This is about business.

You ain't been about business
since we opened this place.

Check your phone, motherfucker!

- What happened?
- Same bitch

tried to jump Bueso tonight.

He got away.

Must have kept his phone.

No, he kept his route!

These fuckers know our system.

They know our routine.

What you wanna do?

No time for thinkin', man.

What the fuck you wanna do?

Tasha said something
tonight about the Dominicans.

What they did with
D-Lo, remember that?

That was some sick shit.

Why don't we take
that to the next level?

Show everybody we
ain't afraid to do dirty.

We do it right, it'll shut
this shit down for good.

And if it doesn't?

Then we go to war.

Is that Nomar Arcielo?

Yes, sir.

Agent Knox brought him
in for questioning last night.

I can't believe you
kept the phone, Nomar.

That was incredibly stupid.

You can't prove it's mine.

Eight people live in that place.

Plus, you know, it's Latinos.

We got a lot of cousins.

Could belong to any of us.

We know it's yours.

Víbora Ruiz had you
arrange his meeting

with Felipe Lobos.

Yes, Nomar.

That's why you're here.

We don't want you.

We don't even want your boss.

We want Lobos.

This is a list of
all the numbers

dialed and received
by that phone.

Your phone.

Just tell me which
numbers belong to Lobos

or his men.

You want me to
rat on Felipe Lobos.

I'd rather live a
couple more days.

Days, how about years?

I can have you doing hard time

in Leavenworth by
the end of the week.

Getting fucked every day.

An hour of sunlight
if you're lucky.

I've been inside already.

I was 19 and weak, too
small to fight them off.

You get used to getting fucked.

Makes you appreciate a woman.

I'm a Soldado now.

I'm more powerful
inside than I am out here.

This is gonna take a little
longer than he thought.

Why don't I give it a try?

Can I have the room, please?

I don't think that's
a good idea, Angie.

- This is my suspect.
- I'll call you if I need you.

I ran the numbers of the
outgoing calls you made.

Mostly other burner cells,
other Soldados probably.

And the numbers that
might be Lobos-related.

But one of the numbers you
called is actually registered,

you know which one?

No.

Your little secret
you're hiding from Ruiz.

You've been calling Isabel,
his 14-year-old daughter.

How could she know that?

The numbers were
in my initial report,

the evidence used
to get the warrant.

You didn't cross-check
them with the Ruiz file?

I guess she did.

Like I told el blanco,

the phone could have
been used by anybody.

Maybe my cousin
met her at school.

Could be, but who do you
think Ruiz is going to believe?

You or me?

Especially after
I show him this.

That's bullshit!
That's a fucking fake!

And when he lets the
Soldado Nation know

you like to mess with little girls,
then we'll see what you get used to.

Or you can tell me everything
you know about Lobos

and your nasty pedophile
bullshit will stay our little secret.

Just sign the agreement...

here and here.

Not bad.

What the fuck?

Whoever's fucking with us

knows where they're hiding.

They'll get the
message loud and clear.

Two days of street chat
and people will know

we're not the ones to fuck with.

And about the girl?

Callin' J now.

- Julio.
- Yeah?

Get some flowers, man.

You're going to the hospital.

Where's room 1804?

That way, sir.

Can I see your I.D.?

Nice work in there.

Did Nomar really leave that
picture of the girl on his phone?

I grabbed it from
a child porn case.

It's not even Isabel.

Good girl.

Hello?

You ain't seen fit to
call to say you weren't

coming through last night?

Jamie?

Stand a brother up and
pretend not to know his voice?

Okay.

I'm sorry about last night.

A work meeting came up.

I just wanted to make
sure you're all right.

How about I make it up to you?

He left about a
half an hour ago.

I wanted him to
take me to lunch.

Did he say when he'd be back?

No.

But he never does.

You want me to give him a call?

No. I'll do it.

I don't need an audience.

Mrs. St. Patrick.

Hey, you okay?

I can't reach Ghost,

and I'm starting to get worried.

I've got eyes on Mr. St.
Patrick and he's just fine.

Okay, guess I feel better, then.

Shawn, could you do me a favor?

Don't tell Ghost I called.

He wouldn't like me
checking up on him.

Can it be our little secret?

Yes, ma'am.

Our little secret.

Thanks for making it
up to me, big spender.

You want the change?

Promise not to spend
it all in one place?

Wow.

Haven't been here in years.

This was my favorite
field trip back in the day.

They always put us on the
bus in alphabetical order, man.

I had to work up a whole
scheme just to sit next to you.

Jose Uribe always
wanted all my lunch money.

So you didn't eat?

Seriously?

It was worth it.

Come on. Let's go
inside and see the whale.

Okay.

Used to make me feel so small

standing under here.

Hmm.

Thought I'd feel
different when I got older.

Why don't you ask him?

I guess some
things don't change.

Well, I don't think
we'll get busted

kissing in the
stairwell this time.

I was so embarrassed
we got caught.

I wasn't.

I got you something.

When you went to get the map.

One for each of us.

You dared me I wouldn't boost
anything from the gift shop.

Yeah, I ate those
words, didn't I?

I bought them this time.

This is great.

Thank you.

Look, Angie, I
can't stop thinking

there must be a reason
you came in the club

the other night.

A reason we're seeing each
other again after all this time?

Me being around you...

Me being with you.

It just feels right.

I know.

Me, too.

Oh, fuck!

My phone didn't ring.

I gotta go, like, right now.

Jamie, I'm sorry.

I...

Ghost call you?

Yeah.

How'd you do it without
setting off the machines?

Hospitals are tricky.

Do what?

Boss told me to tell
her she was promoted.

She's going to start
working markets in the bank.

Yo, he didn't tell
me to ice a chick.

Did I get it wrong?

Nope.

You ready with
those deposit slips?

I don't like doing
things this way.

But you get to keep
your job for one more day.

It's a joke, man.

Lighten up.

Where's James?

He's in the back.

Should I get him?

Nope.

I am so sorry, I just
stepped out for some air.

You scored major
points with Collins today.

You're on his
radar in a big way.

He wants you to come to
his poker night next weekend.

Holder might be
there. He'll be in town.

Holy shit.

Thank you, Frankie,

for the shot, for the support.

Totally justified.

You owned that
little shit Saxe today.

But if you really want to
compete with these guys,

you can't have an outside life.

They have wives,
they have families,

but we can't.

We gotta be available 24/7.

You can't have kids.

Because the one time you
pick your baby over your case,

some asshole like
Saxe gets your shot.

So what he's a dick?

You weren't there.

Today, Collins
came back after lunch

to invite you to
poker personally.

You were M.I.A.

I'm sorry. It won't
happen again.

Oh, I know it won't.

I know your file, Angela.

I know where you came from.

And I know how hard
you worked to get here.

The stakes are even higher now.

Whoever he is,

he's not worth
blowing your shot.

There's no man, Frankie.

Sure, Angela.

Hey, Mrs. St. Patrick,
what are you doing here?

I need a ride home.

And when we're alone,
you can call me Tasha.

It's okay, it's okay.

Daddy's here.

It's okay, Yasmine.

Daddy's here.

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