All language subtitles for POWER - S03 E10 - In My Best Interest (720p - BluRay)

Previously on "Power"...

What did Ghost really
take away from you?

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

but Dre be talking out
both sides of his mouth.

I see potential
in you, my friend.

You could replace me.

- What's this?
- Belongs to Lobos's guy.

Whoever the leak is at your
office was calling him on that phone.

(cell phone vibrates)

We can't be together,
Angie. It's the right decision.

(sobbing)

Greg?

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

I'm right here.

State-of-the-art
FBI button recorder.

It's gonna record anything
within a 20-foot radius.

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

I cannot be mentioned, not once.

Neither Tommy nor I can be incriminated
in any way, or the deal is off.

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

He's using Ruiz to do it.

Tommy: I know you
had a plan with Ruiz.

Ruiz told me about it,
right before I stabbed him.

Tommy, where's the body?

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

If we're gonna do this,
kill Milan, I call the shots.

♪ They say this is
a big, rich town ♪

♪ I just come from
the poorest part ♪

♪ Bright lights, city
life, I gotta make it ♪

I This is where it goes down I.

I I just happen to
come up hard ♪

♪ Legal or illegal,
baby, I gotta make it I

♪ I never took a
straight path nowhere ♪

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

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Homie, I grew up in hell,
a block away from heaven I

♪ 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 ♪

I This is where it goes down I

- ♪ Oh, yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah ♪

I I just happen to
come up hard ♪

♪ Legal or illegal,
baby, I gotta make it I

(seagulls calling)

(waves lapping)

(fog horn blows)

Come on, Ruiz,
where the fuck are you?

(cell phone vibrates)

Shit. Greg Knox.

What? Where?

(engine revving)

Sorry, sir, this is an
active police crime scene.

I don't think you
have jurisdiction.

Move the fuck away from me.

Hey, it's all right, it's
all right, let him through.

This asshole's the reason we're
out here freezing our ball sacks off.

Ran Ruiz's file.

Said he turned federal witness.

Who the hell was
he gonna snitch out?

Felipe Lobos cartel.

Jesus. Man, he
should've been in WITSEC

shopping for Wranglers in
Bumfuckistan, Nebraska, somewhere.

Yeah, but we were all out
of tickets to Bumfuckistan.

His deal got pulled.
I had to kick him.

WITSEC wasn't an option.

I did officially
everything I could do.

You mind?

Be my guest.

Tell you what, you better officially
pray to whatever god you pissed off

this doesn't leak or you'll
never see another Cl again.

(police radio chatter)

Detective: Hey, look,
you seen enough?

I gotta start cleaning
up your shit show.

Yeah, I think I got
all I need. Thanks.

Feds. Fuckin' idiots.

(cell phone vibrating)

(groans)

(groans)

(sighs) What do you want, Jamie?

Is there an indictment
coming against me or Tommy

for the murder of Felipe Lobos?

Are you serious?

Something about Ruiz
making up lies about me

to make a deal with your people?

Angela: I haven't heard
anything about anything like that.

We had to burn Ruiz
because Lobos died.

He lost his deal.

I don't think anyone's been
in contact with him since.

Why are you asking me this now?

Because I don't trust that
you would tell me, Angela.

Angela: You don't trust me?

I'll protect you because
it's in my own best interest.

You can trust that.

I'll ask about Ruiz, I'll let
you know what I find out.

Good-bye, Jamie.

(police radio chatter)

(grunts)

I... habla inglés?

(Uaughs)

Hi, uh, yeah, this is FBI
Special Agent Gregory Knox.

I, uh, wanted to speak with the
agent who gave Miguel Sandoval

a tip of a Felipe Lobos meeting
in Manhattan a little while back.

I just wanted to get to the
source of the information.

Yeah, I think maybe
a... Agent Rivera.

(scoffs) No, I know.

There must be a
million Agent Riveras.

If you could just find out, get
back to me as soon as possible,

that would be...

Yeah, yeah, great,
that's my number.

Bye.

(knock on door, door opens)

When were you gonna
tell me about Ruiz?

Jerry, I know this looks bad.

I'm in Davis's
office defending you,

and then I come to find out you
were already at the crime scene.

I checked my phone,
no call from you.

I went straight there
when I found out.

I... yes, I should've called
you. I... I see that now.

Davis thinks that this is your
fault, and I don't disagree.

Okay, whether or not
that you had to kick Ruiz,

if his murder was a retaliation
to him turning witness,

then your career and mine is
fucked with ten dicks running.

If you've been running Ruiz off the
books, you better have something great.

May be the only thing
that saves us both.

(door opens, closes)

Hey. Hey, man, urn...

yeah, uh, can we
meet up at your place?

Yeah, uh, it's urgent.

So, you don't know
what's on the tape?

Well, I'm not sure, but unless
the recording time ran out,

Tommy killed Ruiz.

(groans) Shit, man.

Now we got a
conflict of interest.

I'm still Tommy's lawyer.

Proctor, don't give
me that shit. I pay you.

Yeah, but I'm on the
court record for him,

and that tape is evidence
that could help send him to jail,

evidence that you
helped fabricate.

The conversations on that
tape, Proctor, could implicate me

in multiple felonies, so Tommy's
best interest is in my best interest!

Are you even sure
Knox has the device?

I mean, I can't be sure of
anything, and Angela claims,

because I asked her, to not
know of any pending indictment.

You know how I feel about
you trusting AUSA Valdez.

She's your girlfriend,
but... (m utters)

What she is is no longer
my girlfriend anymore, okay?

- She's back with Agent Knox.
- So you fucked that up, too?

You know, maybe you
could just start a group text

to keep us all informed of
your fuck-ups, you know?

(scoffs)

(0K3)!-

If that recording surfaces,
I'll get it excluded,

since it's totally
illegal, but...

once it's played in open
court, Tommy's eventually

going to jail for doing Ruiz.

The cops, they'll create
the evidence to convict him.

And if you're on there...

you're going down.

(beeps)

You aren't actually
gonna eat that, are you?

Oh, trust me, I've eaten worse.

(groans) Now that
we're free of Lobos,

I gotta work on everything else
that's been piling up on my desk.

I got about, pffft, ten witnesses
to prep before court tomorrow.

Speaking of witnesses,
whatever happened to Ruiz?

That was it. No Lobos, no deal.

- I guess none of that matters now.
- What? Why?

What, you didn't hear?

The great Vibora Ruiz

- slithered to the other side overnight.
- What?

Found him in a stolen
car in Long Island City.

No witnesses, no
evidence, nothin'.

Want a bite?

I'm good, thanks.

Just the tip?

You could say "I told you so"
about the Douchebag Twins.

Oh, can I? Okay,
well, I told you so.

I just can't believe that they'd be
selling drugs in their own nightclub.

Aside from that, everything
should be as you remember it.

Mostly everything.

Thank you for your
payment in full, by the way.

Oh, my pleasure. Sorry
about the mix-up before.

Daddy and I are
excited about your party.

- Yeah?
- If everything goes well,

we'll be hosting an event tomorrow
to celebrate our partnership.

Ghost: I like the sound of that.

And to you two seeing
the best of Truth.

To Truth going global.

Mm.

I'm glad we partnered up.

Ghost: So am I.

Good-bye, Karen.

(siren wailing)

I don't need an escort. Thanks.

I'm not your escort.
I'm your babysitter.

- He's here.
- I know.

You may leave us.

(speaks Serbian)

Go play with the
other little boys.

(scraping continues)

I have some bad news.
We cannot kill Ghost.

Why not? I thought you
were sharpening these for him.

We cannot kill Ghost yet.

We need him for the black tie
party at Truth to be a success,

and once it is and the hotel expansion
contracts with the Bassetts is signed,

then "Ghost" can indeed become
James St. Patrick's rightful name.

If we kill Ghost, won't the
Bassett deal be off the table?

I've observed Karen Bassett's
interactions with Andre.

She has quite a
fondness for him.

Yeah, I can't understand why.

I said the same of you once.

Sometimes men can surprise you.

Look at you, finding
your true potential,

while Petar seems to
be losing sight of his.

His sulking has become tiresome.

But regardless, I have no doubt
the deal will still remain in place,

and when the time
comes for Ghost to die,

I want you to pull
the trigger, Tommy.

Milan: I understand
you have an issue

about the direction I'm
taking my organization.

Ruiz: More like a
lack of understanding

of you and this product that
you're trying to move on the streets.

All right, that's Vibora Ruiz.

Late head of Soldados.

Ruiz: Philosophy behind
switching to these other pills, why?

Coke is trying
to do us straight.

Milan: The fiend is not discerning,
nor is he a loyal customer.

- He will buy...
- That has to be Milan.

That's Milan.

Milan: We're all in this
to make money, correct?

So, you put a wire on a Cl you
were running under the table?

No Papers?

Something like that, yeah.

I thought I taught
you better than that.

Come on.

You're telling me you guys at
Homeland don't do this shit all the time?

Oh, of course we
do, but when we do it

it's to stop a terrorist from
blowing up the Central Park Zoo.

I came to you because I thought
you out of all people would understand.

I understand you're crazy.

(laughs, scoffs)

(Tommy laughing)
Hey, this is good.

We all one big happy family now?

All right, that's...
That's Tommy Egan.

Bailey: Who's that?

Business partner of the guy I
was trying to get in the first place,

James St. Patrick.

(siren wailing distantly)

Greg, are you here?

How did it go with MJ?

I called you, you
didn't pick up.

(hinges squeak)

(keys clinking)

(opens door)

(tool clattering)

Tommy: You know what
it's like to be betrayed, Ruiz.

That's what doing
Lobos was about.

- Ruiz: It's been a long night.
- Hold on.

- Ruiz: I say we leave it alone, huh?
- Greg: Did you hear that?

Tommy: Me and Ghost
killed Lobos to start over,

but it was never about that.

He just admitted that he
and St. Patrick killed Lobos.

There's nothing that
ties that to St. Patrick.

No one identifies him by name.

If he did it, she did
it, Angela Valdes.

Your ex-girlfriend,
the one with the sister?

- Yeah.
- She's the leak from the department?

She and St. Patrick
were together.

If he and Egan knew the
route of the Lobos transfer,

it's because she told them.

You can't prove any of that.

She's not on this tape either.

- Wait, shut up, shut up.
- Ruiz: You're gonna regret this.

Tommy: No, I won't, 'cause I
ain't do this to you. Ghost did.

(both grunting)

(stabbing jabs)

(Tommy panting)

Egan killed him.

(Tommy panting)

- (click)
- Fucking Christ on the cross,

he killed him.

(Uaughs)

Admitting to the Lobos
kill, Ruiz's murder?

That's it, baby,
that's everything.

(chuckles) I got everything!

- (laughs)
- You've got nothing.

This recording doesn't
exist, remember?

That is a dying
declaration from Ruiz.

Yeah, from Ruiz, a Cl you
were running unofficially,

put in grave danger,
and got him killed.

Now, you can take
these recordings to court

and try and nail these fuckers,

but you'll get roasted on cross

and you'll end up sucking
dick in prison right next to them.

Unless I can get
one of them to flip.

What did I teach you in class?

Who has the most to lose...

and who do I want more?

Ghost: I'll be pulling up
at Truth in five minutes.

I'll see you on the
inside, Dominique.

Dominique: All right, boss.

- (siren wailing)
- Don't forget we have VIP...

- I gotta go.
- Dominique: Okay, bye.

(siren chirps)

Agent Knox. Good evening.

Would you step out
of the car, please?

I'm clean, man.
I said I'm clean!

Turn.

And forgive me for not taking
your word for it, I'm sorry.

It's just you left quite a
few holes in Felipe Lobos.

Forgive me for not knowing
what you're talking about.

Cut the shit.

I know Tommy Egan killed Ruiz,

and I know the two of
you killed Lobos together.

Didn't do it alone,
though, did you?

Angela was your inside man.

Give her up, I'll
get you a deal.

If you had anything on me,

I'd be in the back of
your little car by now.

You can threaten me, you
can lie to me, rough me up.

I'm not giving you a single
reason to bring me in.

All right.

You've got the most
to lose in this situation.

You know that.

You got your family, you got
your club, you got your reputation.

It's all still clean. There's
no real proof that you're dirty.

There's no real proof
that you're Ghost.

- Because I'm not.
- Right, right, right, except Angela.

She knows what you are.

That's why she came back
to me, to pick up the pieces.

(quietly) That's
why she let me in.

She loved you and you
went back to your wife.

If I give her the opportunity,
I'm pretty damn sure

she's gonna burn your
ass like she did me.

If you think Angela is guilty
of murder, you're wrong.

I wonder if she's gonna say
the same thing about you.

(sniffs)

Come on, man, come on, come on.

Hey, Mike?

Hey, Mike, can you meet
up at my place right now?

(sniffs) Yeah, we need to talk.

It's about Lobos.

You're late.

Driving while black.

Black man driving a Escalade.

Guy probably thought
you was an Uber.

- Was you clean?
- As a whistle.

They ain't see
shit, I ain't say shit.

Both: So it ain't shit.

(chuckles) I just
met up with Milan.

He's looking to kill you
right after your big-ass party.

He wants that signature from
that Karen, your side bitch.

I told you, I ain't fuckin' her.

- She's just business.
- Yeah, whatever.

Once she signs that contract,
he gonna take you out.

Somethin' about she likes Dre?

That's true, she does.

Well, that's crazy.

We gonna have to move during
that party while his guard is down.

Yeah, but I don't know
how can manage that.

Karen's gonna be there,
her father, all... all the guests.

Well, you better fuckin' figure it out,
'cause we ain't gonna get a better shot.

(knocks on door)

(murmurs)

Thanks.

What's going on? You sounded
pretty worked up on the phone.

Angela's the leak.

I know it, but I can't prove it.

- Start at the beginning.
- Right, okay, um...

I got a piece of evidence.

It's not gonna be
admissible, though.

I-I drew a little bit
outside of the lines to...

It's not gonna be admissible,
then it doesn't count.

I know, yeah, just listen, okay?

I can link her to the
Lobos murder plot.

I fuckin' knew it all along,
and no one fuckin' believed me,

- and that's fine, but if...
- (cell phone vibrating)

Shit, let me get rid of
this. One sec, okay?

Sorry. One... one sec.

Hello?

Federate: Is this
Agent Gregory Knox?

This is the Mexican Federal
Police returning your call.

Uh, listen, just
forget I called.

- It's not...
- Federate: Well, actually,

we can't seem to find any
record of a tip being made recently

to Miguel Sandoval in regard
to Felipe Lobos's whereabouts.

The Agent Rivera in that
department, uh, died a year ago.

That's all the information
we have at this time.

Okay, thank you.
Appreciate your call.

Everything all right?

Yeah, of course.

Where was I?

- Angela's the leak.
- Right.

Yeah. (sighs)

She's the leak.

Beer? You want a
beer or something?

- You good?
- Sure.

Yeah? Okay.

According to the Federates,

Lobos plans to meet with
his distributor Tommy Egan

at a warehouse on 11th Avenue.

The last thing our
department needs

is a wild, unformulated
accusation about a leak.

(parking brake clicks)

Mike: I have to tell you, I
suspected Angela all along.

She has access to everything.

That's what I been saying.

(bottles clinking)

- Here you are.
- Thanks.

- Cheers.
- Mm.

Yeah, it's just... mm, yeah.

It's just the GPS
tracker on Lobos...

She obviously told the
assailants where to find it.

You said you saw
them go right for it.

Well, they did, except she wasn't
in your office when we discussed it.

It was just...

Anglin, Donovan, me, and you.

Who was that on the phone, Greg?

Oh, Federates.

You know that tip you got about the
meeting where we arrested Lobos?

Never happened, Mike.
They've never heard of you.

They're disorganized.

I saw you outside
Hugo Sanchez's building.

I was trying to solve this case.

You were covering
your tracks, weren't you?

Agents are dead.

I almost fucking
died because of you.

They threatened my
family. I had no choice.

We always have a choice.

Look, Greg...

Angela's dirty. You
know it and I know it.

St. Patrick, Egan, the sketch,

what she did to your career.

She should already be in prison.

- If we can offer her to MJ...
- You mean frame her.

If we take her down as the
leak, we could finally collar.

St. Patrick and Egan
as Lobos's distributors.

It's what you said.

If Angela's the leak, it means
you were right about everything.

The allegations she made against
you, everyone who doubted you

and said that you were
crazy, it all goes away.

You're a hero.

You said you have
a piece of evidence?

We can use it.

I'll get around the admissibility
problem, whatever it is.

We can make this work.

(chuckles) You're
right, she's dirty.

But on this one she's clean.

I'm so sorry, Mike.

I gotta take you in.

Hey, Mike, hey,
hey, hey, take it easy.

It's fine. Just put the gun
down, we'll talk about it.

- I can't do that, Greg.
- I'm gonna help you, all right?

We're gonna... You're
gonna get a deal.

You're a good guy.

I just need you to
put the gun down.

If you pull that trigger, it means
you're no better than Lobos.

If you pull that trigger,
it means one day

your beautiful little daughter,

she's gonna know that
her daddy's a murderer.

(coughs, gasps)

(groaning)

(thuds)

(groans)

(camera shutter snaps)

(police radio chatter)

(exhales)

Saxe.

Oh, God, they called you, too.

Who called me? What
are you talking about?

Jerry, what's going on?

Bad day, Angela. I'm sorry.

- You shouldn't go in there.
- (gasps) Oh, my God.

What?

Man: Watch your back.

I don't understand.
What happened to Greg?

I don't understand.
What happened?

Inn:

(breathing heavily) Wh...

Kanan: It's like with girls.

No just mean "Not right now."

It's like, say you talk to
a girl and she tell you no.

Then later you come back
around, you talk to her again,

she remember that
first time she told you no.

So she say, "You been
liking me for all of this time."

Maybe now I give him some booty.

- (laughs) Word?
- That's the way it is.

What happened to your hand?

Oh.

That's a long story.

I-I should get to school.

Told my mom I was with Calvin.

Nah, nah.

I need you to take this
to my man Ray Ray.

Give to him and bring
back what he gives you.

- What is it?
- Never mind.

I'll do it my fuckin' self, man.

I thought you knew better
than to ask some shit like that.

It's all right. You
just ain't ready.

No, no. I'm gonna do it.

Where's Ray Ray at?

Why'd you come
in so late last night?

Went to see Angela?

Angela and I ain't
talkin' much these days.

But I did see Tommy.

He killed Ruiz for
being a traitor to Milan.

Uh, did Tommy say
how he figured that out?

Oh, he said Ruiz told him
right before he killed him.

He knew that was my only
way out and he shut it down!

Well, Tommy doesn't
want you to get out.

Trust me, I know it, but I thought at
a base level we were back on point,

I mean, after I
helped him with Holly.

You know, I mean, after
everything we been through.

Tommy is changing, and I
don't think it's for the better.

Help him with Holly? Like how?

I'm gonna go make sure that
Raina remembers her tap things.

Baby girl, you got
them loud shoes?

Raina: I can't find them.

Ghost: You lose 'em
every week, Raina.

(sniffs)
- (gun cocks)

Said you wanted to talk.

I came unarmed.

(laughing) Now, we
both know that's bullshit.

If you think you can kill
me and get away with it,

then, Tommy, you are
more stupid than I thought.

If I wanted you dead,
we wouldn't be talking.

(sniffs)

Let me ask you something.

How'd it feel the other day
when Milan cock-slapped you

in front of the entire
Belgrade social club?

How does it feel to know that
after everything you've done for him,

he shows me love over you?

That's what I thought.

Look, I got a plan that'll
make us both rich and happy,

but it means that I gotta trust
you and you gotta trust me.

Are you down?

(cell phone vibrates)

We'd like to have a word with you
all about the late Agent Greg Knox.

We found a burner
cell in Knox's apartment,

not attached to any
case he was working.

It's the phone that called
Lobos the day he went missing.

It's the phone that belonged
to someone in this office

that leaked Lobos's location.

Add that to his obsession
with the case, luring Ruiz back,

even while under suspension.

Looks like Greg
Knox was your leak.

- No.
- Donovan: No way.

- That doesn't make any sense.
- I don't believe that.

It doesn't matter
what you believe.

There was a leak in your
office right under your nose.

You and Donovan over
here should both lose your job.

Knox's killer was
probably a Lobos associate

tying up loose ends, and
there was no forced entry,

so unless he left the window open,
he knew his killer and let him in.

(whispering) Greg never
left his windows unlocked.

Well, you would know.

Mike: I can assure you
that no one in this office

suspected Knox
of any wrongdoing.

At least his murder saves
us the cost of his prosecution.

This case is closed.

Come on, Lance, we got
a Delta shuttle to catch.

Sorry for your
loss, AUSA Valdez.

That phone wasn't the only piece of
random evidence at Knox's apartment.

There was a dress
and a bracelet, a bra.

You two were back together, huh?

Briefly.

After everything
you put him through?

I guess he just
couldn't shake ya.

It's amazing what a man'll
do for ya if he really loves you.

Good luck, girl.
You're gonna need it.

(elevator dings)

Tash, you okay? What's
this big emergency?

The big emergency
is you killed Ruiz.

Ghost came to me this morning

wondering why you
stopped his plan to get out.

He cannot know that
I told you, Tommy.

He's not gonna know that
you said nothing. It's handled.

You know, he's not wrong
about getting away from Milan.

Listen, Tash, I got a plan to
get us all out from under Milan.

(scoffs) You sound
just like Ghost now.

He's always got a plan. It's
always about trusting him.

Yeah? Well, trust me.

We all play our parts right,
everyone will get what they want,

as long as Milan and
Ghost stay in the dark.

I am trusting you, Tommy.

Ghost can be a lying,
sometime-y motherfucker,

but he is still the
father of my kids,

and I need to protect
him, even from himself.

I'm protecting him, too.

I always do.

(elevator dings)

This morning Ghost said
something about helping you...

with Holly.

What does he mean, Tommy?

Holly? Nothing.

Nothing happened,
T. Stick to the plan.

You've got to be kidding me.

Why did we have to meet here?

Well, Angie, I was in
the neighborhood, and...

you always liked the fries.

What did you do
last night, Jamie?

I thought we weren't supposed to
ask each other those kind of questions.

What did you do last night?

I went to work, the club.

Did you have a nice
night with Agent Knox?

I didn't see him last night.

Well, I did. He pulled me over.

He didn't tell you?

He came out accusing me of killing
Lobos, which I told you he would do.

What did you tell him?

I told him he had
no proof, Angie.

That if he had proof,
he would've arrested me.

He tried to get me to
say that you were the leak.

I told him you were innocent.

Oh, my God.

So does that mean that
you now believe me?

I don't know what to believe.

Angie, I told you that I needed
to protect you from Greg.

I'd do anything to protect you.

I agreed to meet with you
because the leak case was closed.

They found that person,
so I'm in the clear.

And you and me, we're done.

Angie, that's a lie.

You still love me
and I still love you.

Good-bye, Jamie.

Yo, YOU Ray Ray, right?

Here, I got this for you.

What the fuck you doing,
man? Not here, man.

Get yo' ass in there,
nigga, come on.

All right, nigga,
you got my shit?

Yeah.

That's nice.

All right, hands
against the wall.

- What?
- I said grab some wall!

You have the right
to remain silent.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

(overlapping chatter)

(groans)

(9 rumbles)

Night.

Tariq St. Patrick.

Handed me these.

(scoffs) Hoo.

Where'd you get these?

These babies will put
you in juvenile detention

till your 18th birthday,

which I'm guessin' is gonna
take several long years for you,

so you want to do yourself a favor
and tell me who gave you that shit?

You know rich, little
mark-ass bitches like you,

they fresh meat up in Spofford.

You so fuckin' soft, they
gon' call you Ta-fleece.

You sure as shit
ain't no hustler, nigga.

Think about all the trouble
you're gonna get in...

The law, school, your parents.

I know you don't
want all of that,

so I'm gonna give
you one last chance.

Tell me who gave you these guns.

Speak, nigsa!

(0K3)!- We're going in.

(car door opens)

Your boy held tough.
He didn't say shit.

See, now, that's how
you handle shit, like a G.

(laughs) Yeah.

(laughs) Little man a'ight.

(Uaughs)

You okay, Valdes?

No.

(shaky inhale) In
fact, I don't know how...

I'm going to be okay.

You?

I thought I knew Greg, you know?

He was such a true believer.

Hard to believe he was dirty.

And the fact that we'll
probably never catch

the guy who killed him
is pretty hard to take.

Yeah... too hard to take.

Listen.

If you don't want to go
home alone tonight...

Sometimes grief does
strange things to people.

Not that strange.

I'm here if you
change your mind.

(music playing)

♪ But where I'm from ♪

♪ It ain't hard to
pull the strap ♪

♪ 'Cause if a nigga
want some, I got some I

♪ And I'ma serve
the gas till they done ♪

♪ So... ♪

For real, you shoulda
seen your face.

"Hands on the wall!"

- (whimpering)
- (scoffs) Ha!

- Yeah, whatever.
- No whatever, nigga.

You turned white so fast, Michael
Jackson would've been jealous.

(mimics Michael
Jackson) Eh, hee-hee!

(Uaughs)

You not from this
neighborhood, are you?

Nah, I'm from the city.

Not that it matters anymore. I
don't never wanna go back there.

My family just... They
just all fake, they're all liars.

I don't want shit from them
anymore, I can get my own stuff.

- My dad can keep his money.
- No doubt.

Not that it makes a damn difference,
but, um, if you had to guess...

how much money would
you say your pops is worth?

- I don't know, a lot?
- A lot?

What you got, Alfred answering
the front door or some shit?

No, we don't got a front
door. We got a elevator.

(Uaughs)

(both laughing)

You got a elevator?

Juke, you got a minute?

(chuckles) I told
you he was ready.

Yeah, he held up, but why
you lookin' like you about to lift

that little nigga in the air like
"The Lion King" or some shit?

Don't get attached.

Why you ain't tell me
Ghost is ballin' now?

Not just drug money,
nightclubs and shit.

- That just slip your mind?
- What difference does it make anyway?

So...

you got a rich man's
kid in your place.

You just ain't
gonna do shit with it?

I was gonna use him to fuck with
the parents of his rich-ass friends,

break into their
apartments and shit.

I already turnt him out. He
gonna be down with the hustle.

Yo, fuck that. He is the hustle.

Ransom his ass.

You can get the money
and kill him anyway.

You are still plannin'
on killin' him, right?

The point was to
break his father.

This way you break him twice.

Once in the pocket,
once in the heart.

(imitates gunshot)

You get Ghost's
money, kill his kid,

you ride off into the sunset.

Flawless fuckin' victory.

Right?

Right.

(music playing)

- Ah.
- I have to hand it to you.

I'm quite confident,
by the end of the night,

Karen, I will earn
our partnership.

- No handouts here.
- I hope you're right.

He's right, Daddy, he's right.

Come on, let's take a
walk. Welcome to the party.

(muffled music playing)

Okay, nigga, we here, on time,

in these fuckin' monkey
suits. What's up?

All right, listen, we do it
like we talked about, a'ight?

- A'ight.
- Kush as smooth as silk.

- No hood shit.
- Bet.

Yo, nothin' pops off in
this club, y'all hear me?

- Got it.
- Got a lot of rich white people here

- that ain't afraid to call 911.
- Got it.

So don't get jumpy-

I heard you,
motherfucker, we good.

- Let's get money.
- Let's get it.

(cheering, yelling)

Man of the hour,
Mr. Rashad Jennings.

James, how you doing?

Good, man, everything
to your expectations, huh?

Oh, man, this is
above and beyond.

Let me let that
add to your night.

- Whoo.
- Only the best for the best.

Yeah!

Hey, man, you really
turned up the place tonight.

Let me tell the bartender
what to do for you.

You make sure you take care of
this man and all his people, all right?

When that's dead, I got
a whole crate upstairs.

- Mr. St. Patrick.
- Mr. Bassett.

We feel you are right.

You have earned it.

Sir.

- We'll get right to work.
- I can't wait.

- To us.
- To us.

Oh, Tasha. Good
to see you again.

What the fuck are
you doing here?

Oh, you know, now
it's our club, too.

Now that the paperwork
is signed, we have to talk.

I don't have a damn
thing to say to you.

♪ Yeah, we breakin' ♪

♪ Breakin' necks and
we cashin' checks ♪

♪ So we breakin',
breakin' necks... ♪

Oh, but we do.

♪ Like it's going
out of style... ♪

You are completely deserted.

But at least you picked a nice
suit for your last night on Earth.

I have you now.

No, I have you now.
Do exactly as I say.

Whatever your foolish
plan is, it won't work.

This time it was you
who failed to notice me.

Look around.

♪ I'm so, so blessed,
know nothin' 'bout no luck ♪

♪ 'Bout to blow
out all the speakers I

I Everybody turn
the fuck up... ♪

Go ahead and try it, bitch.

You're alone. Now, walk.

♪ We breakin', breakin' necks I

I And we cash... ♪

It's about damn time.

Tommy, after everything
I tried to teach you.

Get in the back, Chef e.

$1.09 - Right there.

So, this is it?

This is your revenge?

- It's not personal, Milan.
- Just business.

I underestimated you.

Nah, you underestimated us.

We could've killed
you in the club, Milan.

We wanted you to know that
we outsmarted you this time,

so you die here.

- You learned.
- Nighty night, Milan.

Rest easy. I ain't
gonna eat you.

That worked, partner.

Yeah, just like we
thought it would.

If I'm gonna be the connect,
gotta get rid of the connect.

- Right?
- Right.

You were right, Ghost.

Gettin' rid of Milan gives
us both everything we want.

It's over.

It's over.

All right, then I'ma get
back to work, all right?

I got a club to run.

You watch your back.

You too, motherfuck.

Just spoke to Dre. The
men all played their parts.

Everyone's safe and
sound and drinking beers.

We should go.

We have to get the men started
on moving to new warehouse.

- Yeah.
- I'll give the order.

Did you tell Ghost we're still
going to sell drugs in his clubs?

Nah, he'll know soon enough.

Think he'll agree to that?

I won't give him a choice.

Hey, Mom.

Don't "Hey, Mom" me.
You should be in bed.

Where's Dad? I thought he
was coming home with you.

Yeah, well, he had to
handle some business,

but he'll be home later.

Come here. Mmm. Mmm!

(whispers) It's okay.

Where's your brother?

He went to hang out with
that new friend of his, Slim.

Slim? Who's Slim?

He said he was a friend
of Dre's and Shawn.

He knew Dad and Uncle
Tommy when they were younger.

Let me try to call your brother.

I tried that. He didn't pick up.

Yeah, well, he
better pick up for me.

Son. Bustin' your ass... ah!

- (cell phone ringing)
- Yo, hold on.

You better pause
the game, nigga.

I think I should go home.

I don't want to but my mom
gonna be looking for me.

The last bottle
of lean was crazy.

I feel different.

Yeah, we mix it
different in D.C.

No time like the
present, motherfucker.

We doing this shit or not?

(shutter clicks)

Send it.

Ray Ray: What's his mom
gon' think when she see that?

She gon' think I'm back
from the dead, baby.

(cell phone chimes)

(gasps)

Raina: What's wrong?

Raina: Mom?

- Mom?
- Um, nothing.

Urn, just... just
go to your room.

I-I gotta call your father.

(music playing)

(indistinct chatter
and laughter)

Karen: Hey, were you
been? I lost you for a second.

Oh, just busy keeping
the guests happy.

Well, I'm happy-Karen
and I were talking.

What do you think of Dubai?

Take my jet.

- Does next week work?
- Absolutely.

Uh, excuse me.

I never meant to
hurt you, Angie, okay?

I had a reason
for everything I did.

That doesn't matter now.

Of course it matters.
Our love matters.

Now we can be together.

No, we can't.

Angie, what the hell?

James St. Patrick,

you are under arrest for the murder
of Special Agent Gregory Knox.

Greg's dead?
I-I didn't kill Greg.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Angie, you gotta
believe me. Angie!

Anything you do or
say can and will be

used against you
in a court of law.

Angela, why are you doing this?

Why did you do this?

I loved you.

All right, got it.

Yo, get your hands off.
Who the fuck are you, man?

You have the
right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford an attorney,
one will be appointed to you.

Do you understand these rights
as they've been explained to you?

He's ready.

Come on.

I I believe in what I sell ♪

♪ Why does everyone
hear me wrong? ♪

I If I told you different ♪

I Would it sound the same? ♪

♪ Would it make a
difference in any way? ♪

IOh, oh ♪

♪ I know I've done
wrong, and I paid for it... ♪

Angie, I can't believe
you're doing this to me.

Believe it, Jamie.

It's the right decision.

I Say that you don't want me ♪

♪ Say that you don't need me ♪

♪ Tell me I'm a fool ♪

I Tell me you've been tortured I

♪ Tell me you've been beaten ♪

♪ What've I done to you? ♪

♪ Even if it doesn't matter ♪

♪ Doesn't matter what's true ♪

♪ Say that you don't want me ♪

♪ Say that you don't need me ♪

♪ Tell me I'm the fool ♪

♪ Look at all this
heartache, what is left? ♪

♪ Forgetting how it
started, this is how it ends ♪

♪ Whoa-oh ♪

♪ I know I've done some
wrong and I paid for it ♪

♪ But it's your turn to
talk, for once I'm listening ♪

♪ Say that you don't want me ♪

♪ Say that you don't need me ♪

♪ Tell me I'm the fool ♪

♪ Tell me you've been tortured ♪

♪ Tell me you've been beaten ♪

♪ What I've done to you ♪

♪ Even if it doesn't matter ♪

♪ Doesn't matter what's true ♪

♪ Say that you don't want me ♪

♪ Say that you don't need me ♪

♪ Tell me I'm the fool... ♪

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