All language subtitles for Power.Book.II.Ghost.S03E04

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We have to tell him
about Lauren.

We're taking that
to the motherfucking grave.

Lauren's dead.

Who did it? I need a name.

If I give you a name,

you might as well
have done it yourself.

How much longer

do I have to pretend
that I'm dead?

Closing this case

is the only way to get you

out of here
and on with your life.

You have enough clout
to get authorization

for a joint federal
and local task force?

I can try.

So he's one
of the richest Black men--

In the world.

RSJ, let's set up
a more formal meeting.

-Looks like you grew up.
-You too.

Get the fuck out of here
harassing me

with this bullshit.

Partial prints led nowhere.

Any potential witnesses
scattered like rats.

Someone killed my son,
and ain't nobody

gonna fucking rest
until I find out who.

Bald-headed dude
in a dark jacket!

That was you, motherfucker,
and now that

I know the truth,
I fucking own you!

A million dollars in hand
next time I see you,

or she dies.

50 floors on our building,

and the rest of the buildings
on fucking Wall Street.

We want to move Noma's product,
that's exactly how we do it.

We send our delivery boys
with cups

with false bottoms with
the product right in there.

There's orders
coming in already.

Coming in hot.

We really need to chop it up.
Are you alone?

I am, but Tiny dumb ass
keeps fucking up my orders,

so I'ma have to hit you back.

Yo, stop underserving
our people.

They ask for a coffee
with eight sugars,

that means they want
8 grams of coke.

Don't give 'em a eight ball.

Tiny, listen.
I'm not gonna tell you again.

An eight ball,
that's 3.5 grams.

That means that you're
shorting our custies

4.5 grams that they paid for,

and that's bad business,
my nigga.

We not doing that.
You understand?

I got you.
Won't happen again.

You.

- There you go.
- Yeah.

Black, four sugars, please.

Is all this really necessary?

I know I can't change
what we've been through

over the last few months,

but I think it's gonna make us
stronger and closer

as a family.

We've been together
a long time, Mo.

-You know I love you.
-I love you too.

Oh, damn.

Look at my baby up there
looking so good.

Oh, thank you.
Thank you so much.

You're welcome, babe.

I just want
to see his family happy.

Sorry I'm late.

I rushed here as soon
as I clocked out of work.

Yo, what the fuck
are you doing here?

You need to stop harassing me.

-Do we have a problem?
-Take it easy, big fella.

You know assaulting a cop
will catch you 2-15,

so unless you want
to go back inside,

don't be stupid.

You ain't supposed to be
doing shit on a suspension.

You thought I ain't know
about that, huh?

You keep fucking with me,
you gonna be fired next.

Mm, see, now I got all the time
in the world to watch you.

And when you slip up,
I'll be there.

You just don't get it.

Whatever you're searching for,
you will never find.

Oh. Carrie Milgram.

Your baby daddy.

What, you didn't think
I knew about that one too?

I got footage of you
going in the building

the night
of Dante Spears' murder.

You have a warrant?

Hell no, he ain't got
no fucking warrant.

Then why don't you leave
before I do something

I'm not gonna fucking regret?

Yeah, jump in your car
and get the fuck out of here.

You heard him. Go.

How long has this shit
been going on?

Couple of weeks now,
but I've been working

with Davis
to make this nigga go away.

He's trying to frame me

for his bitch
Carrie Milgram's suicide.

If he's coming after you,

he's gonna come after
all of us.

However you want
to handle this shit, I'm ready.

Look, I got it under control.

Let's just go in
for a family meeting.

Private family meeting,
little girl.

Can we talk for a minute
or something?

Just go back to school.
It's what you wanted, right?

All right, listen up.

That cop ain't stopping shit.

Renzo, what's good
with the business?

It's booming.

Noma gave us so much weight,

we had to recruit help.

Well who you got?

Got the Jamaica Ave boys
and the Castillo bros.

Castillos have parts
of BK on lock,

which means we give Noma
her bread faster.

Happy plug, happy life.

Fuck your relationship
with the plug.

Evelyn think we clipped
Uncle Frank.

We don't know what
she's feeding her sons.

-We can't trust them.
-Ma, they don't know anything.

They would have retaliated.

What if they just trying
to get close enough

to prove it
before they make a move?

They can't prove shit.
Uncle Frank was a rat.

I mean, he had mad enemies.

It could have been
any one of them.

That's a valid point.

-They got nothing on us.
-Nah, too risky.

We gotta keep our distance,
shut it down.

- Nah.
-What you say?

We're not shutting
nothing down.

We can't afford it.
Noma needs her money.

And you agree
to this dumb shit?

It's working for now, Mo.

We get a sense the Castillos
change their agenda,

we'll shut it down then.

Come on, Pops,
we got runs to make.

Wait, we not done.

We on the clock.
Talk later.

The fuck is that?

They're moving
fucking weird lately.

Whatever Cane says, Poppy does,
or nigga just gets me to do it.

It's just asking for trouble
when we have

all these fucking cops
looking at us.

I need Theo Rollins'
unredacted case file.

What you need is to focus
on finding evidence

for our RICO case.

I know that.
I know that.

Davis needs me

because I have connections
in the DA's office.

You want to tie Davis
into the RICO, right?

Yeah, I do, but you told Davis

you'd get his brother out
without implicating him.

That's a huge ask.

And if I can pull it off,
he'll trust me.

I will be able to...

get in the room.

Okay, three of them
in the same room.

That's a start.

What if we charge Davis
for the murder

he actually committed
and blamed on Theo?

We can pressure him
into flipping.

Being able to make that case

after all these years
is no slam dunk.

-I know Davis.

It's not enough
to make him snitch.

I have to take this.

Um...

excuse me for a second.

Really, you have to leave?

Hey.
Hold on one sec.

Got it. Bye.

Uh, your other phone
was ringing in your bag there.

Maybe you should
check that out.

That phone goes off nonstop.

Yeah, I bet.

Uh, so the DA's office

is handing out ho phones
these days?

-It's for CIs, Cooper.
-Mm.

Listen, I have to go, but, uh,

I'll see what I can do
about the case file.

Thank you.

Whoo! Ha-ha!

That's you?

Yeah, man, I went from a BMW
to a Porsche, huh?

You ain't never drove a Beemer.

Listen,
I was a Black Man Walking

before we started working
for Noma, right?

-Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?

-You're a dumbass.
- Nigga.

- Yo, this shit is bad.
- Yeah.

What the fuck is your problem?

Relax, gangster, I'm seeing
if your phone is broke,

because I'm hitting
your phone up,

and you don't hit me back.

-What's up with that?
-You ain't my nigga.

We do not need
to call each other.

Listen, I just want to say
thank you for what you did.

What did I do?

Saved us all
from when you took out Lauren.

Nigga, that's cap.

Who the fuck told you
I did that shit?

It don't matter.

I know what you did.

But that body should have been
taken care of by your mans.

And when he fumbled the ball,
I thought I could count on

Brayden's bitch ass, but I see

he sent a woman
to do his dirty work.

Why you messing with someone
that put you in that position?

Nobody sent me.

It was complicated for Tariq
because that was his bitch.

And Brayden's actually loyal,
but he ain't with the smoke.

So you did what needed
to be done for the team.

I respect that.
You're a real one for that.

Fuck out of here, Cane.
Me and you?

We're not a team.

I did what was best for me,

and everybody benefited
from it.

It was wrong,
and I ain't want to do it,

but it is what it is, I guess.

Damn.

I should tell Tariq
he got a winner on his side.

No, he is not ready
to hear that.

Seriously, Cane,
don't say anything.

When the time is right,
I want him to hear it from me.

If you're so thankful,
that's how you can repay me.

Okay, I can do that.

But I'ma hit you later

and see how your little
confession or whatever goes.

That will not be necessary.

Can we get in here
and go to work, please?

'Sup, baby?

Okay,
nice of you to join us.

-Fuck took y'all so long?
- Traffic?

Y'all ready
for the new shipment?

Check your phone.

I sent you the receipt
for the wire transfer.

Yeah, it should take about
24 hours to come through--

I am aware of how
a wire transfer works,

you pale little gnome.

Okay, that was hurtful.
I was just trying to help.

Despite my doubts, you have met
our distribution quotas.

Thus far.

We will see what happens
in the next few re-ups.

What is this?
This is not our normal re-up.

Observant--you must be
the brains of the group.

This is in addition
to your re-up of product.

Glocks, AK-47s, silencers--

This is not what
our infrastructure's

built for, okay?

We're built to move drugs,
not guns.

You promised to replace Mecca.
This is what Mecca did.

So here we are.

Noma wants this gone ASAP.

I don't need to remind you
what happens

if I come back here
and this is still here, do I?

-I can't hear you.
- No.

Much better.

What do we know
about moving guns?

That it's risky.

And where does she
even get these?

It's probably stolen.

Listen, I'm thinking maybe
we could pay Noma

with our money,
and we just keep these.

Are you getting high on the
supply? We can't cover that.

Yeah, how about you just let me
and Dru handle the guns

while y'all handle shit
on pussy street?

I'm sorry, I mean Wall Street.

A'ight, so let's go see
what we're working with.

What the fuck, man?

I don't wanna sell
no fucking guns.

Hey, I knew your bitch ass
was gonna fold under pressure.

What the fuck
you talking about?

You opened your big-ass mouth,
and now Cane knows what I did.

I didn't say shit to anybody.

Cane pressed me,
but I held it down.

I don't know
how the fuck he knows.

America,
the land of opportunity.

Now, the question is,

is it truly the land
of opportunity?

Okay, I'ma need
some volunteers up her.

Ashley. Who else?

Okay, some more please.
Thank you.

So I need you
to form a single file line.

Now, these cards
that Salim was handing out,

they represent
the finish line.

Now, what I want you to do
is write down

a life goal
that you hope to reach.

-Thank you, Salim.
- You're welcome.

So Salim and I
will call out a list

or privileges
and disadvantages.

If one applies to you,
you will step forward

or backward towards your goal.

Does everybody understand?

Great.

Thank you, Salim.
Thank you.

So I'm gonna start us off.

Take one step forward

if you come
from a two-parent household.

Two steps back if you don't.

One step back
if one of your parents

have done jail or prison time.

Take one step back
if your family

has ever relied
on public assistance.

Ain't no shame in it.
I've been there.

One step forward

if you attended
private secondary school.

One step forward if you or your
family inherited wealth.

Take a step back if you receive
financial assistance

or got a loan
to pay for your education.

Two steps forward
if your parents listed you

as the beneficiary to their
trust or life insurance policy.

One step back if you have
ever been sexually harassed.

This includes catcalling.

Take a step forward if one
or both of your parents

completed college.

Now, look at where you landed.

Look around.

This is where you start

in terms
of reaching your goals.

Now, the questions
we've asked have less to do

with your own achievements

and everything to do
with your family history

and the zip code
you were born into.

Thoughts?

That just because I start off
back here

doesn't mean
I end up back here.

True.

But it does mean that I'm gonna
have to work hella harder

than Thomas, Jackie, and Becca
just to get what I want.

But that doesn't mean
I don't have to work hard

to reach my goal.

Yeah, but can you acknowledge

that you have a head start
over the rest of us?

Right, like,
look at how much less

you have to travel
to get there.

Does that mean
that my accomplishments

are any less valid because
I come from a good family?

Hold up, are you for real?

Seriously?

You really think wealth
and privilege

define our families as good?

Well, I don't really want
to worry about what got me here

'cause it has nothing
to do with me.

Okay, that's easy
for you to say

considering
where you're standing.

This--this shit ain't right.

Some bullshit.

You wrote "family"
on your card.

Is that all you want?

Guess that I haven't
really been able

to think about anything else.

Right now my only goal
is graduating

so I can get the trust,

getting with my mom
and my sister.

You know, once they good,

then I'm gonna take some time
to worry about myself.

What happens when they burn
through your trust?

How you gonna support them?

I haven't really
figured that out yet.

I just know I want my family
to be safe, that's it.

When you're in this life,
your family inherits the risk.

You know that.

The only way to protect them
is to quit.

Well, that's what
you got in mind?

-That's what you gonna do?
-Yeah.

I'm only doing this to stack
and get through grad school.

The Stanford PhD robotics
program is 50 bands a semester.

Damn, 50 bands.

You really gonna go
to grad school in Cali?

Dead-ass going legit.

When I'm out,
it's new beginnings for me.

I'm sick and tired of looking
over my shoulder all the time

and justifying committing
felonies just to get paid.

Yeah, but you gotta do what
you gotta do for now, right?

I always do.

No one's gonna do it for me.
It's always been that way.

Not everybody accepts me
for it, though.

Well, shit,
if anyone gets it, I do.

I know how that shit feels.

I accept you.

-Do you?
- Yeah, of course.

I have to talk to you
about something.

What's happening?
Talk to me.

Shit.

Shit.

I gotta be at my internship,

but what is it
you had to talk to me about?

Nothing.

-You sure?
-Yeah.

We'll talk later. Go.

All right.

Later.

- Hey, Papi.
-Hey.

It's all there.

Thanks, mamita.

Ah--no, I can't keep this up
anymore.

You're joking me, right?

No, I'm not joking.

I don't want to do it.

I thought it was
a one-time thing, Papi.

What, are you too good
now that you're Ivy League?

Don't do that.
You know that's not it.

Papi, don't I get to make
choices about my life

and what I want to do with it?

You will, but in time.
Listen to me.

Right now, if Cane
doesn't give Noma her money,

she's coming after all of us.

So we are
in this shit together,

whether you like it or not.

Never forget how I pay
for all the school shit.

Whitman had
the motherfucking audacity

to accuse me
of murdering my own child.

Okay, we'll write it all down.

The harassment complaint
helps us discredit him.

The fact that he's
pushing at you harder

will only hurt him.

He's playing
right into our hands.

Yeah, easy for you
to fucking say,

but my family is the one
who's being harassed.

What if we give Whitman
an alibi to throw him off?

Anything I say
he'll think is cap.

That's why
you're not going to say shit.

Diana will.

Diana?

What? Y'all two beefing.

Whitman has clearly
been watching you.

He may know your family drama.
It helps.

Yeah, but Diana?

She's the only Tejada
without a rap sheet.

To Whitman,
she looks like a civilian.

He'll give her the time of day,
bare minimum.

And while he's being fed
the alibi,

we'll break into his crib.

Pardon me?

I need every document
he has on me.

And those'll be
in his apartment

since he's suspended.

I need to know what he knows.

Be careful with this guy.

Okay? He's still NYPD.

If you get caught
going against him,

they'll make an example
out of you.

That's why
you're gonna send someone.

I don't want this shit
coming back to me.

No, I- I'm sure there's
a long list of Tejadas

that can help you with that.

Pay 'em whatever
you want out of that.

The rest is yours.

I mean,
since you put it that way,

I may know a nigga
that knows some niggas

in the B&E game.

You just get your shit
together on your end,

and I'll get my daughter
on board.

I read
that New Yorkerpiece on you.

It talked about closing
the wealth gap.

If that's your true goal,
your strategy should be simple.

Invest with us.

We have the highest,
most consistent returns

on Wall Street.

So I've read.

And how exactly
do you achieve that?

We hire the best.

Cutting-edge research,
analytics,

and to be honest, my gut.

So you've got a golden gut?

Look, I know you could go
with any firm.

We both know what you bring
to the table.

You're a rock star CEO,
like a Black Elon Musk.

You and I would be
dynamic partners.

The Black Elon Musk.

Didn't he build his empire

from his daddy's
apartheid profits?

I don't--

I think he would disagree
with that.

But that's what makes
your success so much greater.

You're an example of just
how much people like you

can achieve on their own.

Interesting.

Tariq, would the late,
great James St. Patrick

be an example
of how our kind of people

can pull themselves up
by their own bootstraps?

I think what Lucas
was trying to say--

Yeah, I think--I think
we're--we're getting off topic.

RSJ, we're headed out
this month

to scout
an Italian tech company

that is about to blow up.

Unfortunately,

now's not the right time
for me to invest.

Focusing more
on my real estate portfolio.

You know, when my dad
passed away, we were so broke,

all I inherited
were good examples.

I heard you have an estate.

Do something smart with it.

You owe it to your old man.

What the fuck just happened?

I don't know.

I think you do.

-Come on, spit it out.
- I don't know.

I think treating him like he
was part of the Talented Tenth

was the wrong move.

What? What- what are you talking
about?

He gave a commencement address
at Howard

where he spoke about how
there's so many other people

just like him
that are, you know,

just as good
or maybe even better,

but they can't showcase it
because they have to deal

with institutional racism.

Well, where the fuck
was this insight

before the meeting, buddy?

Look, I'm just an intern.

It's obvious you were
just using me as a prop.

And it's your job to show me
you're more than that.

Maybe this internship
isn't the right fit for you.

Wait, no, no, no,
I need this internship.

Then prove it.
Turn this around.

If you can convince RSJ
to sign with us,

you keep your internship.

Once he gets
his eyes set on a goal,

it's either accomplish
the mission or die trying.

Yeah, but how the fuck
am I gonna get

a multimillionaire mogul nigga
like RSJ on board?

I don't know.
Do your homework.

Dig up some dirt on him.

Yeah, like Tate did
with Sweeney, right?

-Yeah.

Fuck is this?

Oh, fuck.

Okay, I'll go handle
the servers.

Take care of that RSJ shit,
all right?

-All right, bet. Later.
-See you, bro.

Everything okay?

You gonna invite me in,
or I gotta talk from the door?

My bad. You can come in.

So what made you come by?

I wish things were different,
but shit just got real.

I need a favor.

Of course.

Shit hits the fan, and now
you need me for something.

This cop is on my ass about
this Carrie Milgram suicide.

He'll do anything to frame me.

And the more he looks into me,
the more our family's exposed.

Well, then, did you do it?

Does it fucking make
a difference?

Are you with me or against me?

I was with you when I got Papi
out of prison, remember?

And look what that got me,
slammed around and choked out.

Diana, you--look.

This Detective Whitman problem
is bigger than our issues.

He's a threat to all of us.

We need to discredit him
and destroy him.

Well, it's always been
family first with me.

But, Ma,
the way you treated me,

you blamed me for Zeke's--
you blamed me for Zeke's death.

You hurt me, okay?

I can't even look at you
the same.

I'm sorry, baby.
I was grieving.

I shouldn't have never
treated you that way.

Is that what you need to hear?

It's a start.

Look, you could be mad at me,

or you could come back
and hold the family down.

You gonna help me or not?

Hey, product's selling out,

so you gonna need some more
weight at our next re-up.

You really came
all the way out here

from Brooklyn to tell me that?

Shit.

So what's up?

Yo, come on,
we're play cousins.

Technically.

We're not blood.

Come on, man, it's irrelevant.

I don't mix business
with pleasure, all right?

You and I, we gotta keep it
business, okay?

It's probably for the best.

My pops and my brother
can't handle me

having a dude around anyways.

Oh, yeah?
What's going on?

They feel
that my last relationship

distracted me from the biz.

Yeah, man,
my brothers were the same

until I made them put
some respect on my name.

You just need to do the same.

The plugs just dropped off
a bunch of guns on us.

Everybody's worried
about how we'll move 'em,

but if I can get 'em off
all at once,

they'll give me my respect.

Yeah, what kind of guns?

AK-47s, Glocks, and silencers.

I know
this crazy-ass white dude,

Abencio, from juvie.

He moved upstate and joined
some racist-ass militia,

but he's always asking me
for shit.

I know for sure
he'll want to buy 'em.

Sounds like he preparing
for a civil war.

Well, who gives a fuck?

He not gon' bring that bullshit
to BK or Queens, all right?

And you want
Uncle Renzo and Cane

to treat you like a boss.

Yo, those rednecks
are assholes, though.

You need to be careful.

-Set it up.
-All right.

Fuck y'all doing?

Uh, just some business, homey.
I'm on my way out.

What's good, Uncle Renzo?

Give Evelyn my love.

You think
you can move some guns

as fast as you move product?

Nah, man, selling hammers
is a different game.

- I got a handle.
-You got a handle?

Gordo is putting the play
in motion for us.

Some white boys in upstate.

They'll take the shipment.

I like it, get it all off
in one transaction,

and it's outside
of our territory,

so we don't have
to worry about them.

That's the play.

One hitch--
they're fucking racists,

so we'll need a white face
to connect with 'em.

It's not a problem, fellas.
We got one of those.

I don't have any dirt on RSJ.

That brother's profile
is cleaner than Obama's.

Man, with all them donations
he's making to your opponents,

there's no way you telling me
you can't find one thing

to drag his name
through the dirt with.

From my experience,
all I can tell you

is he likes testing people.

I mean, he might put you
in some uncomfortable positions

to observe your reaction.

If you succeed,
he'll rock with you.

Man, that nigga play games.
I hate that shit.

It's not really games, Tariq.
He's a shrewd businessman.

This donor list needs
to be updated,

and the fact that he's actually
giving you the time of day

means that he wants
something from you.

Yeah, but what the fuck
could I offer to a billionaire?

Figure that shit out.
I guarantee you it's something.

The game is to be sold,
not told, young brother.

And with that--

I'm gonna send you my, uh, IG.

Go ahead, click the link,

and donate a little
something-something

to the Tate campaign,
Mr. Kingpin.

Yeah, I really wish I could,

but I don't have it
to give right now.

Oh, oh, don't worry about it.

I'll just, uh, make sure
that I make that meeting

with my new friend,
Blanca Rodriguez.

Hold the fuck on.

What business do you have
with the Feds?

After I lied on the stand
to save your Black ass,

she's been pressuring me
to help resolve her case.

-What case?
-I wish I knew.

I would love to tell you,

but I just don't have it
right now.

You know what?
I'll fucking donate, okay?

-Fine.
-Weekly donations, five bands.

Send it in Bitcoin
to my private account.

Whatever. Tell me.

She's investigating the murder
of a Dante Spears.

You know anything about that?

Nah, never heard of him.

You heard of Bitcoin?

Send that bread, my nigga.

And the Tate campaign
appreciates your support.

I had to bend over backwards
for the Rollins case files,

so he better make it pay off.

Who bent you over?

Shut up.

I have to go.
I have so much work to do.

What? You just got here.

-Ugh.

So you're not gonna answer
that?

Excuse me?

Your "CI" phone?

Are you seeing someone else?

Um, I'm not seeing anyone
exclusively,

so if I were seeing
someone else,

there's no issue.

Ah, so you are seeing
someone else.

I'm leaving.

I could follow you, or--

or you could just tell me.

I'm not fucking anyone
besides you,

but this behavior makes me want
to fuck anyone but you.

Then tell me who's calling you

'cause I know you're hiding
something from me.

Let's go.

What the fuck is he doing here?

What the fuck
are you doing here?

Last I heard,
you were suspended.

Yeah, because of you, asshole.

Okay, okay, play nice.

I brought you two together
because hiding you

from each other
is too exhausting.

This is your CI?

Yeah, and she's
on my RICO task force,

so we're all just one big,
happy crime-fighting family.

This piece of shit
is not to be trusted.

He doesn't do anything
by the book.

I'm well aware
of his history,

but he's in Davis' office.

He'll be able to learn where
all the bodies are buried.

This piece of shit
will hand-deliver

substantial evidence,
which proves

Davis MacClean's role
as conciliary

to Tariq's
criminal organization.

A key piece
in proving our RICO.

Let's just put the bullshit
behind us

and get some bad guys,

including Tariq St. Patrick.

I won't let you ruin
this case or me.

I'll take you out
before that happens.

I'm so glad this worked out.

Any more surprises
we should know about?

Nope.

I want to help you, Lauren,
but you're gonna ruin this.

You have to stop calling me
for nonemergencies.

You left me in here
with no Wi-Fi,

no family,
and two cans of Spam.

I'm in hell.

If you want out so bad,
get out.

I can drop the case.

Get out and go where?

What if that bitch Effie
finds me?

And Cane and Brayden
are on the tape as well.

And Tariq runs
the whole operation,

so how do you think they'll
feel about your reappearance?

So I can't fucking leave here.

And why is it
that I'm the one locked up?

That's fair?

It's not, but if you continue

to cooperate, I promise,
I will do everything

in my power to put them
behind bars,

so you can have
your normal life back.

While you suffer alone
in witsec,

look at these murderers,

going on
as if you never existed.

Wow, they're really out there

just living their best lives.

I hate them.

Put all that hate to good use.

I need help
finding evidence against them.

Is there any
suspicious behavior

you remember about Tariq?

Or the Tejadas?

This is Zeke's aunt.
I saw her on campus with Tariq.

I didn't think
anything of it then

because he used to tutor Zeke,

but when she showed up,
his energy did change.

Changed how?

He seemed nervous,

like he was trying
to mask it from me.

I didn't hear the convo,
but by their body language,

it looked like
she was giving him orders

and he was under pressure.

You know what,
and then I took Tariq

to this low-key spot
I knew about.

It was a roof on top
of a Stansfield building.

A few days later,
I went to meet him up there,

and I saw
Zeke's cousin leaving.

Zeke's cousin? Who?

This one, Diana Tejada.

Did you ever see Cane
on the roof?

No, just Diana.

This shit has to end now.

Yeah, well, tell Monet
the truth and end it.

Fuck you in my crib

demanding me to do shit for?

You forget I'm the real head
of this family.

I built this shit, me,

and my fucking instincts are
to always lead and protect.

Everybody knows that
except you.

They're gonna catch on if you
keep shitting on my plans.

Yeah, well,
I lead the family now.

You lost that right.

So why the fuck would I
be taking advice from you?

I'm not gonna stand by
and watch you

hurt this family, Cane.

It's not gonna happen.

You almost destroyed
this family.

Mom ain't been right
since you killed Zeke.

Now, I brought you that guap,
so you should be

on your fucking knees
thanking me right now.

If you weren't my fucking son,
I'd lift you up--

-You fucking what?
-Yes.

You what?

I ain't a fucking kid
no more, Lorenzo.

So as soon as you realize that,

everything else
will be just fucking fine.

Okay, um...

maybe we should get
back to studying.

-Studying.
-Yeah.

Okay.

Can you grab that water
for me, please?

Of course, of course.

Thanks.

Did you really mean this?

Yeah, that's why
I been busting my ass

at the candy shop
and in school.

Well, if you want
true independence,

maybe you need to reevaluate
your relationship

with your family.

I know what it is
when it comes to them.

-Do you?
-Yeah, I do.

Hm, 'cause I saw you spending
time with your brother,

and you been running errands
with your dad all the time.

What's up with that?

Shit's just complicated.

Complicated.

Look...

I don't want
to keep pushing this,

but maybe parting ways
with your family

might be the best thing
for you.

Send me a copy of
the partial fingerprint report.

That's it.

Detective Whitman.

So what is it
you wanted to discuss?

Um, I-I really shouldn't
be doing this,

but I need to know the truth.

I need to know who killed Zeke.

All right, listen,
I think your mom killed Carrie,

and then she killed Zeke
to silence him.

He came to see me,
he had some questions.

Just like you.

You don't happen
to have any info linking her

to her murder, do you?

No, she's way too good
at what she does.

Look, I can't help you
prove a murder,

but I can't let her get away
with it either.

What are you doing here, Diana?

She sent me here to lie to you.

Yeah.

But I have to think
about what's best for me.

I know where she keeps a set
of separate books

for the bar in her bedroom.

Well, that's money laundering.
I can work with that.

I'll need a copy
of the books, though.

I'm not welcome
in the house anymore.

Monet has made that very clear,

but can't you get a warrant?

No, I can't.

Could go in myself, though.

Do you know
when Monet and Lorenzo

won't be in the house?

I can find out.

Good.

Look, when I get the books,

I'll need you
to authenticate them.

I'll do it.

But please, you cannot ask me
for anything else.

If Monet really killed Zeke,

she won't hesitate
to take me out.

You have my word.

I'll leave a key.

When you get to the house,
check under the back doormat.

But you have to watch out
for the security cameras.

They're only on the outside
of the house.

The books are
in the bedroom closet.

Listen, it's not
that I don't appreciate it,

but why are you
cooperating, Diana?

I was beginning
to think that I needed

to cut ties with my family,

but then I realized
Monet is the cancer

that needs to be cut out,
not me.

Lorenzo fucking Tejada.

It's an honor to meet you,
my guy.

Yeah, listen, I'm not fluent,
but I do get "pendejo,"

so you know...

He can handle it.

I'ma need you
not to fuck this up.

-All right.
- Yo.

Fellas, there's been a change
of plans.

I'ma need y'all
to hold down Queens.

We got it.

How you cutting me out
of my own deal, Cane?

You still get paid, okay?

Know we're making some money.
Just fall back.

Pops, you letting
this shit slide?

Dru, we're gonna try it
Cane's way, okay?

Hey, be careful up there.

DEA has a CI embedded
in a white militia group.

He says that Gordo Castillo

is making a gun deal
upstate tonight.

And you know that surveillance
of the Tejada penthouse

shows that license plates
linked to the Castillo brothers

were spotted in the area.

Wait, you think the Tejadas
are involved in the sale?

Guns?
That doesn't sound like them.

Mecca used to move guns.

If they're continuing
to move his products,

it stands to reason--
maybe they're into guns now.

Wait, Frank Castillo
used to run

with Lorenzo back in the day.

If the Tejadas
are connected to this,

it could be
the hard evidence we need.

I'm gonna follow up on it
in the morning.

-You want to come with?
-No, you go.

I'm gonna focus on this new tip
I just got from Saxe.

Tariq, he said,
is known to visit

a rooftop location
on the Stansfield campus.

I'll get an agent
to mount cameras

and begin surveillance.

- Good luck with that.
-Thanks.

I apologize for before.

Tariq made me aware of how
I put my foot in my mouth.

I hope you didn't drag me
all the way down here

in that traffic for an apology.

No, I have a--have
a proposition for you.

I'm listening.

So, you want
to start construction

on a new shopping mall
in Queens,

but there's a building
blocking that project.

Yeah, the QCP building
your father left you.

From what I was told,

it couldn't be taken out
of the trust.

We actually got some
engineering reports in

that the building is
lacking structural integrity.

It's a shame.

It'll probably
have to be torn down.

Yes, and since the building

is no longer suitable
for what it was intended,

per the trust,
it can actually be bought

if a buyer is willing
to buy at a higher price

than the market.

So if I sign
with Weston Holdings,

it's mine.

Yes, I believe
in Weston Holdings

so much so, RSJ,
that I convinced

the executor of my trust
to have it moved here,

which means I'll just have
a bigger pot of money

waiting for me when I graduate.

You just can't beat
our returns.

Send the paperwork
to my office.

You, tell me more about that
Italian investment opportunity.

Where you know Gordo from?

Does it matter?

You know, the price
you're giving me for all this,

it's too good to be true.

They hot?

Listen,
I came here to do business.

What the fuck's up
with the interrogation?

You want this shit or what?

When I get more,
I'll have Gordo hit you up.

No, fuck him.
You're the real connect.

I'd rather deal
with you directly.

Nah, hit Gordo.

What'd you say
your name was again?

I didn't.

You know, I would help you guys
with the crates and all,

but bad back and shit,
you know.

My chiropractor,
she probably wouldn't like it.

Enjoy.

Let's go.

Call around town.

I want the drop
on our mystery man.

Yo, it's me.

There you go.

Nice doing business with you.
Now get the fuck out.

The fuck?

I was gonna stay here
and count the money.

My man, you heard
what Cane said, right?

Let's go, step.

Well, I see where Cane
gets his manners from.

Sorry.

Listen, I'm ready to get out
of here too, man, okay?

I feel like we're sitting ducks
here with these motherfuckers.

Okay, hold on,
let me count the money first.

A'ight. Hurry up, then.

I think he's alone.

Let's get him now before
the white boy comes back.

You all right?
Let's go, let's go.

Move!

Yo, how you know
where to find us?

I texted Dru,
told him to follow us.

Bet you glad we ain't stay
in Queens, huh?

Oh, fuck, I got hit.

Oh, shit, a'ight, we gotta get
the fuck out of here.

Let's go, come on.

Come on, man, let's go.

I'll be right there.
I'll be right there.

Be right there.
I'll be right there!

How you doin'?

-Yeah, I'm all right, man.
-You all right?

See, I'm good. I'm good.

Shit. Okay.

-Okay, shh.

-Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Good enough.

Just gotta wrap it to make sure
it doesn't get infected.

You're lucky
you only got grazed.

My adrenaline
was pumping so hard,

I didn't even know I was hit.

Ah, for real?

Damn, and one of them got away.

You think he's coming back
for you?

With the way you had him
running for his life,

no, he don't want that smoke.

I thought
we weren't doing this.

You want to stop?

What made you bring
Dru and Gordo?

I just thought about how
I would get an out-of-towner

if I caught them lagging
in my hood.

Now we got enough money
to pay Noma,

and we can find another buyer
for these guns.

She never has to know
about it.

100% profit for you.

Nah, man, for us.

That moment by the truck...

if you didn't step up,
push me out the way,

I'd be dead right now.

No matter what happens
between us, Cane,

you still my firstborn son.

You know where I stand
with that.

I will do anything
to protect my family, period,

whether they're right
or when they're wrong.

I ride for them.

It's that simple.

Family first, huh?

My bad how I did you.

A'ight, we good.

Your secret is safe with me.

Wait, what are--
what are you doing here?

No.

911, please, someone
just broke into my house.

Please.

Oh, f--all right, okay.

Look, don't do this.
I'm a fucking cop.

There's no way
you get away with this.

Thanks for the advice,
but I'ma take my chances.

You tell that bitch Carrie
I said what up.

What the fuck?

Ma, you said the plan was just
to get him arrested.

You said you wanted
to help the family.

Okay, but if I knew
helping meant

becoming an accomplice
to murder,

I would have said fuck no!

That's why I ain't tell your
ass the whole fucking story.

Now shut up and hit me.

-What?
- When 12 shows up,

you tell 'em
he broke in the house,

I tried to stop him,
he attacked me,

and I popped him, self-defense.

Do it!

Say less.

Ma, you okay?

Go jimmy the lock on the door.

It needs to look
like a break-in.

-Go!
-Okay.

Oh, shit.

Oh...

I called 911,
but he kept coming towards me.

Thank God my mom was there.

She was able
to get his attention,

but that's when he punched her.

She kind of fell back,
and I guess

that's what gave her
the distance to shoot him.

I was so scared.

I wanted to help,
but I froze up.

She had to shoot him.
He wasn't gonna stop.

We're gonna need you
to make a formal statement.

May I have a word
with my client?

And come down
to the station, possibly.

Ms. Tejada, I can only imagine

the trauma you've seen tonight.

Are you okay?

Are you fucking insane?

This is not what we planned.

I had to defend myself
and protect my family.

Yeah, well,
you got into some deep shit.

Whitman was all the way
in the wrong,

so you should be able
to beat the case.

I know.
It's called self-defense.

You're a bad bitch.

Look, you got something for me?

As a matter of fact,
police file--no,

police file
from your boy's apartment.

You'll get this after.

They're taking you
into the precinct

for more questions--Diana too.

They'll keep you separated.

Not a word
till I get there, okay?

I'll call Saxe for Diana.

Your stories line up,
you'll be home tonight.

Why wouldn't they?
Let's get this over with.

You signed RSJ,
the billionaire?

'Riq, you did that?

Yep, I did that shit.

Tariq, that's amazing.

You know, the nigga's
actually pretty cool.

Hey, I was thinking,

you know, what we was
talking about earlier,

if I get my trust fund and shit
set up with my mom and sister,

then I could probably have
a life

outside of this drug game shit.

You know,
I was thinking maybe I could,

you know, pull up to Cali,

and kick it with you
at Stanford.

I'd like that.

For real? Me too.

Um, what was it that you had
to talk to me about?

I forgot.

For real, I'd leave
all my shorties for you.

-Ah.

Beat it.

Ma'am.

Agent Young, where's our CI?

He was transported out.
He's in critical condition.

In and out of consciousness.

He was shot in the back,

and the bullet traveled
to his spine.

Okay, I need to question him
as soon as he's able.

Copy that.

Why you still standing here?
Get to work.

Morning, Ma.
How you feeling?

I'm fine, baby.

Okay, good.

I'm glad you're safe,

but you cannot do something
like that again.

I know, and I just didn't want
y'all wrapped up in my mess.

Yeah, well, you're welcome

to stay here
as long as you need.

It's just until they say
the house is not a crime scene.

-Okay?
-Okay.

MacClean.

Yo, did you read this report
you gave me?

I, um, skimmed
through a few pages.

Why, is there a problem?

Big fucking problem.

It says Lorenzo Tejada's
fingerprints matched

the partial prints
that was found

at Zeke's crime scene.

What the fuck
was he doing there?

Do not jump to conclusions.

Don't do anything.
I'll look into it.

You do that.

Hey, you okay?

You sure that cop
didn't hurt you, right?

No, I'm fine.

You get any sleep?

Nah, not really.

You don't have to worry.

That cop said they're not
gonna charge you with anything.

I got you.

I love you, Monet.

I love you too.