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- Where'd you get those earrings?
- These?

You stole them from my damn house.

You buy those earrings for her?

Yeah, I bought them. Why, you like them?

I would have got you a pair too.

Tommy, you're gonna regret this.

No, I won't, 'cause it ain't
me doing this to you.

It's Ghost.

You gotta get rid of this thing.

There's a recording on there

that could put James
and Tommy away for life.

I got you something.
There's a secret inside.

Tommy, wh-what are you doing here?

You gonna be a lawyer like your old man?

Study hard.

I'm scared, Joey.

I won't let you take my
little girl away from me.

Lindsay, I did it.

She asked me for help,
and I let her die.

- Where are you?
- I'm with Tariq.

Go to your Uncle Benny's right now.

Night my cousin was murdered,
Tariq saved my niece's life.

Fuck this pendejo, man.

Unless you wanna
spend the rest of your life

in an orange jumpsuit,

you need to give me
something on Tommy Egan.

You should look into the murder

of a dealer named Poncho.

The Feds rolled up on 'Keisha, Tasha.

How do you even know where I live?

Tasha, please don't do this.

I'm sorry.

Tommy, I didn't kill LaKeisha.

I ain't gonna rest till you
six feet under, motherfucker.

I don't know what the fuck Ghost
told you, but whatever it was...

Ghost told me you killed Joey.

Fuck.

James St. Patrick will soon be announced

as Tate rival Lorette
Walsh's running mate.

Now here we are,

with me not knowing whether you're gonna

let me walk out of this place alive.

I'm still your brother,
but that's the game.

I'm out.

Tommy!

God.

Fuck.

B.G., fucking call me when you get this.

I need your help. Where
the fuck are you at?

What you want me to do with it?

What you think? Get rid of it.

Appreciate the payment.

Seriously?

Tommy, what the hell?

What's the fucking emergency?

You look fine to me,

except for that bullshit
outfit you're wearing.

Hey, Tommy, you listening to me?

Don't tell me what happened, then.

Fine.

But if this is about your work,

isn't there someone else you can call?

What about Miss Gucci Moneybag LaKeisha?

Isn't she your Bonnie
to your Clyde now, right?

LaKeisha's dead, Ma.

Ghost killed her.

Oh, no.

Why would he do that?

Revenge, Ma.

For revenge.

Hey.

Hey, baby.

Come on.

It's gonna be okay.

I'll take you home, yeah?

Get some sleep, yeah?

Yeah.

Elisa Marie!

Time to wake up!

Sweetie?

Oh, Elisa Marie, you're up already.

Are you ready for some pancakes?

I'm not hungry.

Oh, come on, sweetheart.

You gotta eat before you go to school.

Aunt Dolores,

where's Uncle Benny?

Listen, Benny brought you here.

I mean, hell, I had to
give up my Rangers tickets

so you could spend the night

'cause he knew he'd be out late.

He'll be back soon,

and if I don't get
you to school on time,

Benny's gonna have a fit.

Did he text you in the last hour?

Why are you asking me that?

I know the system...

proof of life every hour on the hour.

How many hours has it been?

Well, not since last night.

But listen to me.

your Uncle Benny's a scrappy
son of a bitch, you hear me?

Only a hound from hell
could take him out.

He's gonna be fine, all right?

And so are you. You're with family now.

You got nothing else to worry about.

You sure?

Go upstairs.

Sorry to come unannounced.

What do you want, Vincent?

What I want is peace on Earth,

at least in our little corner of it.

Then where the fuck is Benny?

I swear to God I don't
know where your brother is.

I didn't even know he was
missing until your people

came knocking, asking
if I knew anything.

You know, funny thing, just last week,

Benny came to me and said the two of you

were at each other's
throats in the street.

That? Well, Benny was misinformed.

He trusts the wrong people sometimes.

And yet there he was, dressing you down

in front of all your boys.

You know, I wonder what a jealous
little shit like you would do

if you had a chance to
take a move on the Civellos.

Dolores, on my mother's honor,

I don't know where your brother is,

but as a sign of good faith,

with your permission, of course,

I'd like to post two men at your door.

For what?

Till we find out what happened,

you should have protection.

How considerate.

Anything for your family.

You know,

now I see why you're kissing my ass.

You haven't spoken yet with
my Uncle Carlo, have you, huh?

I wonder what he's gonna do to you

if Benny doesn't turn up soon.

I'm a fucking dead man.

So what stupid thing did you do now?

Something I can't never take back.

New York ain't safe for me no more.

I can't hide out here forever.

Ma, I gotta get the fuck out of town.

Where do you think you're going, huh?

I'm feeling LA, actually.

Who the fuck do you know in California?

Oh, there's this guy Rodolfo.

My connect made the intro.

He's got a whole network out there.

Same shit we got there,

just more palm trees and fake tits.

You're not moving to Cali.

Don't be ridiculous, Tommy.

What, I'm gonna score my
coke out on the street?

Come on.

Work out what you need to work out,

because your family is here.

I'm here, yeah?

Yeah.

You can't just pick
up and leave everything

and everyone you've ever known behind.

... primary season, local
entrepreneur James St. Patrick

has left the Tate campaign.

In a stunning turn of events,

sources say that St. Patrick
will soon be announced

as Tate rival Lorette
Walsh's running mate.

- Motherfucker.
- Hey!

Okay, I know you're upset,
but do you remember that night

on the docks when those
guys tried to shake you down?

Tasha was pregnant with the twins,

and Jamie still came all the
way out there to save your ass.

- Whatever.
- He has had your back

long before LaKeisha ever did.

He's your brother. He
will always have your back.

When he killed the
woman I was gonna marry?

- What do you mean, gonna marry?
- He shut down my whole operation,

got my entire crew snatched up.

Ma, he literally just sent a
guy to my doorstep to kill me.

- Oh, come on.
- Ma, Ghost has taken

everything from me, Ma.

- This shit can't go unanswered.
- All right, first off,

you really think Jamie's got the time

between running for office
and getting a divorce

to drive all the way
out to your new house

to murder LaKeisha?

Trust me, Ma. The math's good.

Ghost set it up perfectly so I could die

and he could forget he ever knew me.

That is not the Jamie I know.

Then you don't know him no more!

- Come on!
- Where are your keys, Ma?

Hey, get the fuck out of my bag!

I'm done talking, Ma.

Before I do anything
else, I'm gonna kill Ghost.

Well, you better hurry...

before he hits the campaign trail.

Me and Ghost killed him to start over,

but it was never about that.

Just like going from corner boys

to running the biggest shop
in New York fucking City

wasn't about being gangsters.

It was all for him,

all so he could figure
another way to get out.

Tommy, what are you doing?

- You're gonna regret this.
- No, I won't.

That's good. Where did you get that?

Why did you lie to me about Uncle Benny?

Being the youngest of
four and the only girl,

when I was your age, my mother
told me that she wished I was a boy.

You know why?

She said I was gonna
be smarter and stronger

and braver than all
my brothers combined,

but as a woman, I was gonna
have to pretend that I wasn't.

Why?

Because men need to think

that we're weak so they can act strong,

so they can keep the families going.

The problem is, strength is why

women in families like ours
are the ones who survive.

What do you know, Elisa Marie?

What do you wanna know?

We'll figure this out together.

Dad gave this to me the night
we spent with the St. Patricks,

the night he died.

What was Joe doing with this?

He said it was for insurance.

Do you know why?

No.

But I recognize the killer's voice.

His name is Tommy.

I saw him once...

big guy, blond hair, blue eyes.

Really? When?

He came over to my dad's place.

I don't know why, but
my dad was scared of him.

Me too.

If my dad had proof that Tommy
committed a crime, then...

then maybe Tommy killed him
to keep it from coming out.

So this Tommy guy

went to the St. Patricks'
apartment to find him.

Do you think Mr. St.
Patrick was involved?

No. Daddy trusted him.

Which means that he
went over to tell Benny

what Tommy did to your father.

You know, we should
take this to Uncle Carlo.

There's no need involving police

for something we can deal with in-house.

Can we just please make sure
it's this Tommy guy first?

Just like going from corner
boys to running the biggest shop

in New York fucking City
wasn't about being gangsters.

It was all for him,

all so he could figure
another way to get out.

Tommy, what are you doing?

- You're gonna regret this.
- No, I won't.

'Cause it ain't me doing
this to you. It's Ghost.

I'm sorry, but I honestly can't
recognize any of these voices.

Who's Ghost?

I have no idea.

Where'd you get this recording from?

That's not important.
So what about Tommy?

I mean, Benny was certain that
your father could help find him.

You sure you never met him?

I don't know anyone named Tommy.

It's okay.

Thanks for meeting up with us.

Wish I could help more.

Hey, you-you think maybe I could take

the recording home with
me, play it for my mom?

Maybe she knows who Ghost and Tommy is.

- Oh, yeah, that's a good idea.
- Not so fast.

I'm curious.

How did you know to take Elisa Marie

away from your penthouse that night?

I didn't.

- I was just craving hot cocoa.
- Oh.

Thank God we left the time that we did.

Still have nightmares about that.

I'm sure you sleep just fine.

So nobody else was inside
the apartment except Joe?

No.

Well, then how did the killer get in?

Did you leave the door unlocked?

'Cause I know Joe sure
as hell wouldn't have.

Why did you go out the back door?

Dad didn't want us to go out,
so we went out the back way.

Did you see him lock
the door behind you?

Ma'am, I don't know what
you're trying to imply, but I...

I think that you and Tommy
planned this together.

I think you know exactly who he is,

and I think that you
helped him kill my cousin.

- Aunt D, Tariq is my friend.
- No, Tariq is not your friend.

You need to leave, and this
recording stays with us.

Bye.

Bye, Elisa Marie.

Uncle Tommy, you got my text.

Wasn't sure you were gonna come.

Yeah, I wasn't either.
What's the emergency?

Heard a recording with
your voice on it...

something about you
and Ghost killing Lobos.

Shit.

Where did you hear that?

Proctor's little girl, Elisa Marie,

she had it on her laptop.

This recording still exists?

Guess so.

Maybe her dad gave it to her.

I mean, I tried to take it from
them, but I was too exposed.

I do know where they're
staying, though...

right around the corner
from where we met up.

I followed them.

God damn it!

Ghost promised me that Proctor
got rid of that that laptop.

- Maybe he lied.
- Fuck.

I mean, for what it's
worth, Elisa Marie's aunt

didn't believe me when
I said I didn't know you.

I'm just trying to figure out...

who you think they'll play
that recording for next?

I understand you want to
kill Ghost, Uncle Tommy,

but that recording is still
out there, and that's evidence.

I got something I gotta do now.

But where'd you say this little
Proctor girl's staying, again?

Local entrepreneur and
youth activist James St. Patrick.

Hear, hear.

Thank you, Lorette, first and foremost.

What can I say? I come
to you a changed man.

Distinguished members of the DNC,

delegates, ladies and gentlemen,

if this great state of
New York is anything,

it's that of change, that of growth,

that of development
at its highest level.

We indeed can work together
for the greater New York.

Tommy Egan.

Jesus.

Puerto Ricans in pantsuits. I
can't seem to get rid of you.

Thought I might run into you here.

I stopped by your apartment
earlier, but you weren't home.

Homicide just released this.

What is it?

LaKeisha Grant's personal effects.

Thought you might want them.

And you're giving this to me

out of the kindness of your heart?

Puerto Ricans are mad
generous. You know this.

We still don't have anybody in
custody for LaKeisha's murder.

Maybe you could help us.

I don't know who did it.

Trust me. You'd know if I did.

I think you're here at Truth
because you think you know.

Problem is, James St. Patrick

has an alibi for LaKeisha's murder,

but he still may be responsible.

There's another way, Egan.

We know James St. Patrick is Ghost,

that he's killed multiple
people to cover his tracks.

Agree to say that to a jury,

and I'll march into Truth
right now and arrest him,

and for your trouble,
we'll give you immunity.

I'm sorry. You must have
mistook me for a fuck shot.

If I knew anything, which I don't,

I still wouldn't talk to you.

Egan, if you help me with this,

I'll let you skate on Poncho.

Poncho? Who's Poncho?
That's a stupid name.

Nice try.

Former head of the Soldados?

I got a witness says you killed him.

Same witness ties you to
a warehouse in Brooklyn,

where we just seized a large
amount of drugs and dirty money.

Well,

if you got anything on me...

Don't worry, Egan.

I got some custom-made
handcuffs for you.

I'll make sure I bring
them next time I see you.

Please do.

B.G.

It all makes sense now

why I didn't see you getting
arrested at the warehouse.

Just know that I know,

and I better not catch
you on the street,

you snitch-ass motherfucker.

- Tommy.
- Hey, Tash.

- What are you doing here?
- You alone?

Yeah, Tariq is at school,
and Yas is with Big Mama.

Why, what's up?

We need to talk.

You know, you left
something at my house.

You sure that's mine? 'Cause
I never been to your house.

Come on, Tasha.

It's from the pair that
Holly tried to steal from you.

The Feds gave it to me.

They think it's 'Keisha's.

But we both know better.

Did you do it alone?
That's all I need to know.

Listen, okay?

I had no choice.

I need to show you something...

Just stay where you are.

Don't fucking move.

Okay, just...

look under Yas's fox.

Look. Look at the papers.

Okay.

So what's this? What am I looking at?

I heard that 'Keisha
was talking to the Feds,

so that's why I went over there,

to ask her myself, and I found those.

- She turned informant.
- Oh, this is some bullshit.

No, she was under pressure, Tommy,

and I guess it got to be too much,

and she was gonna leave with Cash.

Now you lying, Tasha.
LaKeisha would never leave me.

You sure about that?

Look at the papers.

What do you think?
I forged her signature

just in case you would ask me?

It's her signature, Tommy.

Listen to me.

'Keisha told me that she was

signing the papers to protect Cash.

That's what she told me, and-and-and
I tried to reason with her,

but then she grabbed a gun.

I swear to you. I swear
to God it was a mistake.

I didn't mean to kill
her. I di-I didn't.

No, no, you went over
there to confront her.

Yeah, you went over
there to shut her up.

No!

But I told you. 'Keisha
wasn't ready for the game.

Yeah, but you lied to my face.

You let me believe that it
was Ghost that killed her.

You lied to yourself.

Tommy, I mean, come on.

Don't act like you
didn't see those bags.

I mean, you think she
just had those bags there

'cause she wasn't gonna leave?

We just moved in! We
were still unpacking!

'Keisha panicked, Tommy. I
mean, she pulled a gun on me.

I mean, what would you have done?

No matter what you say, Tasha,

you still the one that
pulled that trigger.

Tommy.

If it's gotta go down like this,

shit,

at least it's you.

But I never thought it would
end like this, not between us.

Tommy, please.

You just take care
of Yas and 'Riq, okay?

Please.

Tommy, please.

Oh, God.

Here's a copy of the recording.

Oh, good.

We should have a backup anyway.
Do you have the original?

Mm.

Joe was right to trust you.

I want Uncle Carlo to hear this.

It might just help us to find Benny.

- Can I come with you?
- No.

Not to the clubhouse, hon. I'm sorry.

I just don't wanna be alone.

Don't worry. Come here.

I wanna show you something.

See those guys out there?

They're gonna be our
bodyguards for a little while

until we find exactly what
happened to Benny and Joe,

and they won't let anything
bad get by them, okay?

That's my brave, strong girl.

Call me if you need something. Bye.

- Ghost.
- Tommy.

'Keisha wasn't you. I know that now.

Yeah, I fucking told you that.

Yeah, well, you ain't exactly
the trustworthy type, G.

Come on. Look, Tommy, I never
fucking pulled the trigger

on anybody that you love, man...
not fucking Holly, not Teresi.

I mean it. I'm always
fucking saving you, right...

cleaning shit up for you,
protecting you with lies.

So this recording that
Proctor had this whole time,

you're telling me that
you lied about him

destroying it to protect me?

What the fuck are you talking about?

The recording where I tell
Ruiz that we killed Lobos

and give him the
stabby-stab... that recording.

Proctor said he got
rid of that recording.

Look, Proctor betrayed us both.

Yeah, you surprised? Ain't
no friends in the street.

Remember that? Kanan taught us that.

Yeah, I also remember having more
than a friend, man. I had a brother.

Look, man, I'm done with
your petty shit, okay?

- P-Petty shit?
- Yeah. You can have it, all right?

I'm moving on to bigger
and better than you.

All right. Fuck you, Ghost.

Okay, fuck me. Tommy,
look, you gotta let me go.

Oh, I'ma let you go, all right,

as soon as you help me
get back this recording.

It's the least you could do
after sending Benny on my ass.

What about Jason? That's the
second time you let me go in blind.

Yeah, well, you got my
whole crew roped up again.

That wasn't me, Tommy, again.

I don't need you like you need me, okay?

You need me. I don't
need you, so I'm leaving.

Oh, yeah, you think so?

You get everything that
you want and I get nothing?

Huh? Nothing?

Tommy, that's all your fault.
All of that shit is your fault.

That's your shit, not mine.

- What the fuck was that?
- You motherfucker.

What the fuck is going on, Ghost?

- What, you set up a ambush?
- Risk getting myself shot?

Fuck no. Who the fuck is chasing you?

The Italians, thanks to you.

- There's two of them.
- Yeah, I see that. Split up.

Cover me!

Tommy!

Shit, you ain't Italian.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Here we go.

Don't you make a fucking
move. Give me the fucking gun.

Give me the gun. Get in the
back. Get in the back now.

Fucking move it.

You're from Vincent's crew, ain't you?

The fuck is you doing here?

Get down. Get over here.
You better call your boy.

In English, greaseball.

Dominic, come here!

Hey, Dom.

You better put that fucking gun down.

Put it down, you motherfucker.

You know, I never got to
pass on my regards to Vincent

for grifting me out
of a fuck ton of money.

Will you pass on a message for me?

Oh. Hey, little girl.

No, no, I-I remember you.

D-do you remember me?
I ain't gonna hurt you.

I just need the laptop,
and I'll be on my way.

Kid, I ain't got time for this shit!

Where's the computer?

On your laptop?

There's an illegal FBI
wiretapped recording

on your personal computer?

Who put it there?

Kid, talk to me. I
need to hear this thing!

I ain't got time for no show-and-tell.

Pack your lunch. You're coming with me.

Let's move! Come on!

All's you gotta do is
tell me what I wanna know,

and this is over quick.

You understand? Okay.

Look, kid.

You was awfully chatty this morning
when you was talking to Tariq,

so this mute act that you playing
with me right now is bullshit.

I'm gonna ask you a
really important question,

and I expect an honest answer.

Is there another copy of that recording?

Wait, you know Tariq?

How the fuck you think I found you?

Kid, that laptop has the
only recording, right?

- No.
- What you mean, no?

My Aunt Dolores made a copy of it...

To share with Carlo Civello.

The head of the Civello
mob, that Carlo Civello?

He's my great-uncle.

Course he is.

Course he is.

Gee... whoa, Tommy, what's going on?

Hey, pretty little
girl who I don't know.

- Hi?
- What the fuck, Tommy?

- Listen, I need a big favor.
- Okay, how big?

- A gram, an eight ball, what?
- Jesus, Ma, not in front of the kid.

Oh, like you're some saint. Fuck you.

Who's the little girl?

Just somebody I need you to
watch for a little while.

I need to run out.

Wait, you want me to babysit?

- I'm not a baby.
- Ain't nobody talking to you.

All I need you to do is
just sit on this girl.

Don't let her go nowhere.
Don't talk to her.

You know, don't do nothing
until I get back, all right?

Always wanted a little girl.

She's not here.

- She's not...
- Whoa, whoa.

You were supposed to be watching
Elisa Marie! Where are your guys?

. Your place has been hit.

I just found their bodies out back.

First Joe, then Benny,

now the little girl is missing?

I love my family,

yet attachment only leads to suffering.

Don't say that you don't care!

I didn't say that. I do care.

I care very much.

We don't know yet if
the girl's been hurt,

which means there is still time

to clean up this asshole's mess.

I-i-i-it's a blocked call.

Take the call. Take the
call. Put it on speaker.

Hey, Auntie. I got something you want.

You got something I
want. Let's make a trade.

First, you put Elisa Marie on.

I'd have thought you would've
known how this worked by now.

I'm the one making the demands here.

That copy of the recording
you got with my voice on it?

I need it. Bring it to me,
and I'll let Elisa Marie go.

Not until I talk to her.

You're just gonna have to take
my word for it that she's okay.

I'll text you a location for
the exchange once I'm there.

Hey, Uncle Carlo.

How you doing?

I know who that guy
is. That's Tommy Egan.

Excuse me?

The guy who took Elisa Marie?
It's Tommy fucking Egan.

Tony Teresi's kid?

Yeah.

This is all your fault, Vincent.

And how is that?

It's easy to see the faults of others,

difficult to see one's own.

You let Teresi and his
bastard son get too close.

This asshole killed Joey.

Probably killed Benny, and
now he's taken Elisa Marie.

So it's on you

to deliver this Tommy Egan to me... now.

So you don't have a boyfriend?

I'm only 11.

Ah, trust me.

The boys are gonna be all over you.

I used to have to dump a
bucket of cold water on Tommy

just to keep him from
bringing a baby home.

Both he and Jamie... oof,
they were inseparable.

- Jamie?
- Yeah.

James St. Patrick.

He's like my other son.

Mm, he might be New York's
next lieutenant governor.

Wouldn't that be something?

Does, um, Mr. St.
Patrick have a nickname?

Does anyone ever call him Ghost?

Fuck!

Ma, what the fuck is going on in here?

- I specifically said no talking!
- Yeah, okay.

But you kinda left out the
part about kidnapping her.

Shit.

Okay, look, you two get in the back.

Come on, move it, move it.

Hey, make a sound. I dare you.

He's kidding.

- Paz, what you doing here?
- Yeah, uh,

when you went to Angela's funeral,

uh, you said if I ever needed
anything, uh, to reach out.

- Yeah, I remember.
- Yeah.

Paz, what the fuck is
you doing with that?

I need you to kill Jamie for me.

I need you to kill the
man who murdered my sister.

- You want me to kill Ghost?
- Who?

Uh, Jam-Jamie? Yeah,
Paz, I can't do that.

Bullshit! I know what
you're capable of, Tommy!

You've done it before! You think
people in the hood don't talk? Huh?

You think I don't know about the
things you've done in the past?

- Paz, you came to the wrong place.
- No, here, take this.

I don't want your fucking money.

- It's time to go.
- No, here. No, no, no! Listen to me!

Just do this one thing for me,
and you'll never see me again.

- You gotta go.
- I'll never ask for you...

- anything from you again. Please,
- You gotta go. Bye, Paz.

Tommy, please! Tommy!

Wow, seems like you're not the
only one trying to kill Jamie.

Ma, shut the fuck up.

Ooh, Elisa Marie, honey, will
you wait for me over there?

What are you gonna do,
Tommy? Kill a little girl?

Well, if I do, it's your fault
for running your fat fucking mouth.

You're the one that put an underage
girl up here against her will.

You gonna put that on me too?

Yeah. Thanks for your
help. We out of here.

Hey, kid, get your
backpack. We're leaving.

What are you gonna do with her
o-once you get the recording?

- She told you about that?
- Whatever. She's innocent.

For God's sake, Tommy,
she's the same age as Cash!

You keep his name out
of your fucking mouth.

Not once did you show concern for him

while his mother was still alive.

You don't get to pretend you care now.

Come on, kid. Let's go.

Where are you taking me?

You'll find out soon enough.

You gonna try to exchange
me for the recording?

Given what I know about
my Great-Uncle Carlo,

I'm not so sure how it's gonna
play out for either of us.

Come on. Why can't you just
tell me where we're going?

How about you go back
to not talking, huh?

Fine.

Oh, this is pretty. Who's this for?

What are you doing? Give me that.

Jeez.

I was just saying it was pretty. My bad.

Who's Cash?

Were you gonna give
that ring to his mom?

My mom died too.

I remember my dad got her
this beautiful ring...

a yellow gold band with a crown setting.

Diamond was perfect.

Their marriage, not so much.

I wanted that ring so bad.

She said she would give it to me

if I ever decided to get married.

What happened to it?

She sold it to a pawnshop to get high.

I've seen that movie before.

My Ma's a junkie too.

I know.

My mom kept promising me

she would buy it back
when she got her new job.

Then she relapsed.

Again.

Only this time, she didn't wake up.

God, is it terrible that I
miss that ring more than her?

Can I ask you something?

Did you kill my father?

What?

Why would you ask me a thing like that?

'Cause I wanna know the truth.

In my experience, nothing good
ever came from knowing the truth.

I don't care. I want to know.

For what?

Closure?

Healing?

No matter what Dr. Phil says,

that shit don't exist.

People die for a lot of reasons...

most of them stupid.

My advice?

Don't waste your time
trying to find meaning in it.

If you're gonna kill me anyway,
you might as well just tell me.

Why you think I'm gonna kill you?

Dad used to always say,

"No witnesses, no jail time".

I'm a witness, right?

What you think your father
really did for a living?

You know what he really did?

Criminal defense.

He protected people like you.

Yeah.

Well, to do that kind of work,
you gotta get your hands dirty,

and your dad's were filthy.

A lot of people had
a reason to kill him.

Were you one of them?

Because of this recording you
want to get rid of so badly?

Before this morning, I didn't
know that recording still existed,

but now that I do, it's a problem...

one I intend to solve.

Fine.

I know who my father was...

who he really was.

I heard him and Uncle
Benny talking about

why my mother died,

how he pushed my mom into relapse

and did nothing to help
her when she got sick.

He left her to die.

Damn, kid.

He did it to protect me.

All he ever did was
just try to protect me.

Uncle Benny too.

Now he's gone.

Just like everyone else I've ever loved.

It's like I'm all alone in this world.

Fuck is this?

Yo, it's me.

You out the can already?

Nah, I got a burner inside.

Listen, I know who got us
jammed up at the warehouse.

Yeah? I'd be real
curious to know that shit.

I'm starting to think that
B.G. might have turned.

I can't find him nowhere.

He ain't in there with you, is he?

Wasn't B.G. that snitched.
B.G.'s dead, man.

What? B.G.'s dead? Did
you fucking kill him?

No, but I think the same motherfucker
who did gave up the warehouse...

the nigga with the ankle monitor.

Fucking Dre?

Y'all were supposed to handle that shit.

Shit went sideways.

Me and Spank went to
find a place to put him.

Came back, your boy was sitting there

with his fucking brains blown
out, and that rat nigga was gone.

We missed him in here too.
You gotta pay him a visit.

And you're just telling me this now?

When the fuck was I 'posed to tell you?

You seen me get jammed up.

How I know you still inside?

Maybe you're just trying
to pin this on someone

so you could cut a deal.

Fuck out of here. You know I'm a
soldier. Just check the MCC logs.

The nigga you want is out on the
street and he need to get got.

Honestly, I'd love to help you out,

but I got a surplus of people
I need to dead right now,

and as it turns out,

someone from inside my
operation dropped Poncho on me,

so I can't trust none
of y'all motherfuckers.

See you in 20, homey.

Dre's still alive.

Can't let that motherfucker live.

Wait, wait, who's Dre?

Wh-where are we going?
What about the recording?

I was wrong about my brother.

Now he's in trouble, and
I need to help him out.

Look, kid, you're not alone.

You still got one person
that cares about you.

I don't understand.

Well, then listen real
close. Go to your aunt.

Tell her I never touched a
hair on your head, all right?

Is this about the guy who
used to be your friend, Ghost?

- Are you gonna kill him?
- No, I'm gonna go save him.

Now, go.

Hurry up!

Elisa Marie. Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

Are you okay?

Tariq, I been hitting
you up. Where you been?

Why you dressed like that?

Party at Truth with your
boy. You got the recording?

Recordings, not yet.

I still gotta have a little
conversation with that bitch-ass,

Andre Coleman.

- You seen him?
- Yeah, I actually have.

He was at Truth talking to my dad.

He was asking about some money.

Think he's trying to go
out of town or some shit.

I heard he got some
murder pinned on him...

some guy named Jason.

Did they scoop him up?
Did he-did he make bail?

I don't know. Why? What's up?

I thought Ghost was the
one that murdered LaKeisha,

but I was wrong.

I thought Ghost shut down my drug store.

You know what? That wasn't him neither.

I thought he lied to me about Proctor,

but I'm realizing that
Proctor betrayed us both.

Tariq, I been wrong about a lot of shit.

Fuck that shit. He's a
fucking liar, Uncle Tommy.

He ruined all of our
lives. Can't you see that?

I know it. I know it.

You right,

but he didn't do none of that shit.

All this shit you was
talking about killing Ghost,

and now you just want to back out?

Man, I knew you couldn't
fucking do this shit.

Dre is the one who shut
down my organization.

What do you think he's
gonna do when he finds out

that Ghost set him
up for Jason's murder?

The same shit you should've done
a long time ago, Uncle Tommy.

You don't know the
whole story with Ghost,

just like I didn't know
the whole story with Teresi.

It wasn't till after I killed him

that I learned that the truth was

a lot more complicated than I thought.

You understand that?

'Cause now I gotta live
with that shit every day.

What are you saying?

If Dre's trying to leave
town but he got a reason

to make a move on your dad,
he gonna do that shit tonight,

most likely where you just came from.

What I'm saying is, come with me, Tariq.

We gonna set up a trap for Dre.

Fuck that.

I ain't helping save Ghost,

and neither should you.

You need to do this with me.

After this, all the snake
shit that I done to you,

you done to Ghost, Ghost done to me,

it's all gonna be forgiven.

We can be a family again.

If Dre wants to kill Ghost,

I ain't getting in the middle of that.

Tommy.

Hope you're not in a rush.

We have some unfinished business.

F...

Tommy, please don't shoot.
I got no problem with you.

Drop the weapon and turn
around, you fucking mutt.

I'm going slow, Vincent. I'm going slow.

You don't know when
to quit, do you, huh?

You know that's your weakness, Tommy?

You're always trusting the wrong people

like Benny and that little
godson of yours, Tariq.

Tariq ain't got nothing to do with this.

Oh, no?

How do you think I found you...

Ah, fuck!

No.

What now, huh?

Thought you could fuck with
my money and get away with it?

This is for all that foul
shit you done to Tariq!

And this is for my old man.

Motherfucker.

Fuck.

- Ghost.
- Hey, Tommy.

- Ghost.
- Hey, man.

- Oh, my God.
- Hey.

I just saw Dre outside. Did he do this?

No, no.

G-give me your hand. Come on.

Oh, fuck.

You're gonna be all right, brother.
You're gonna be all right.

You hang in there for me, all right?

Come on, you've been
through worse than this.

I don't know about this time.

Yeah, this time. This time.

- Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, no.
- What?

No, no. Tommy, Tommy, Tommy.

No, don't do it.

No, no. Let it go.

Let it go, Tommy.

- Let it go.
- I tried to get here in time.

I tried.

Hey, hey.

Look at me. Look at me. Look at me.

You gotta go.

No, I ain't going nowhere.

I ain't going nowhere.

No, no, no. Bro.

No, you stay with me.

- You stay with me.
- Yeah.

- Stay with you.
- Stay with me.

- Stay with you.
- Ghost?

Ghost, don't go.

Ghost? Ghost! Ghost, come
on, man! Don't do this!

Ghost?

Ma?

You heard.

Why'd you kill him?

Ma, I didn't do it.

I didn't believe you,

but now I get it.

You were jealous 'cause
Jamie always got the girls,

all the attention you
wanted, but more than that,

he saw a life beyond Queens,

and you hated him for it.

That's why you want to
leave, to be more like him,

but you will never,

ever be anything without Jamie.

I'm somebody, Ma.

Ma, I always been somebody.

I don't want a goddamn thing Ghost had.

I'm my own man.

Well, you say whatever you need to say

to make yourself feel better,

but right now...

right now, I can't even look at you.

You are not the son I raised!

Ma? Ma!

Ma, I'm your own flesh and blood,

and you still choosing him over me?

I loved him too, Ma, but Ghost is dead.

He's gone, and he
ain't never coming back.

I'm all you got.

Jamie left me some money,

so I don't need you no more.

You can go to hell... or California.

Same thing.

Guess I got no reason
to stay here after all.

He left you something too,

if you care.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

Get out of my sight.

Yeah?

I know who snitched on you about Poncho.

He ain't in here no more. He out there.

Who?

Just got sent home. Fucking Spanky.

Spanky? He tell you that?

Nah, but he just got released one
day after talking with the Feds.

- How that look?
- Shady as hell.

Ain't that your boy, though?

That nigga's food.

How else you explain the timing?

He ain't got no money to post bail.

Oh, and by the way, I took
care of that nigga Dre.

My man.

We straight, 2-Bit.

You keep your head up in there.

Fancy meeting you here.

Hey.

Who told you I was out? 2?

You can't believe anything that he says.

Let me tell you something.

He sent that dude to beat
up 'Keisha at her spot.

You can't trust him.

Maybe I can't, but everything

he ever told me was
true, and he ain't out.

- You are.
- Look, Tommy.

I'ma be straight-up with you.
I thought you flipped on us.

You was the only one from the
crew who didn't get wrapped up.

You really think I'm gonna shut
down my own business, Spanky?

To save your own ass, hell yeah.

Shit, I used to say fuck the police,

but now I'm saying fuck jail.

Shit, they was throwing life at me,

but you know I ain't going
to get on no stand, though.

I figured as much, Spank.

Just wanted to make
sure before I move on.

I'm starting a new
organization in a new place.

Yeah? You going somewhere?

Yeah, I'm thinking about it.

- Where you going?
- You really want to know?

Come on, now.

- You know you gotta tell me.
- All right.

I'll tell you, but then I
gotta kill you. California.

There was nothing on that laptop.

Are you here to kill us?

No.

Did you save your friend?

I know you killed my father.

You won't say, but I know.

Look, kid, I get it if you feel
some type of way about me,

but whether I did it
or not, it don't matter.

But if you wanna come and
see me about it someday,

I'll understand.

Wait.

Here's the last of it.

You had it the whole time?

Nice work, kid.

I'll see you around.

And looking over at politics,

following the murder of
lieutenant governor hopeful

and nightclub owner James St. Patrick,

some wonder if Councilman
Rashad Tate will take his place.

- Fuck me.
- Coming up, we have news on sports.

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You only get one shot at this.

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