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Previously on Ghost

I was wondering
if you was willing

to make some extra money.

Listen, I already told your mama

that the block is hot
around her, okay?

I owe your mother,
so I'll help you out,

but you gotta find
your own product.

These days, you know,

the name of the
game is convenience.

I wanna do the
same with tutoring.

It'll be run through an
app called Course Correct.

- Simon will want a record.
- And what would you want?

How about 5%, and neither
of us tells Stern about this?

Why were you in my room?

Tariq's passed out on your bed.

You put it on him that hard?

I shouldn't be doing this.

Did you sleep with Tariq, Diana?

Nothing happened between us.

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

You wanna tell me
about these white boys.

- Cane had on the corner?
- Nah.

Wanna tell me why
you sent Cane up here?

Somebody could've gotten killed.

That whole shipment

I didn't send him, Tariq.

Their names are Brayden
and Trace Weston.

These kids are
rich and connected.

Something happens to them,
half of NYPD is here, and

I know.

Cane is out of control, Mo.

You have to get him in line.

I'm running this shit, Cane.

Long as you are in my house,
you will fucking listen to me.

This is Dad's house.

Everything you
got comes from him.

All this bullshit
with you and Tariq

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

Don't you put your
fucking hands...

Get the fuck off me!

She ain't listening to...

Ain't her job to listen to you.

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

We work together.

It's a deal.

Tariq St. Patrick's
going to jail.

Is there any way
that Davis could know

what really happened?

No, Ma, there's no way.

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

And the testimony did
make me look good.

All right, so then
that's all that matters.

Everything be fine.

I just hope you're right.

See, I told you we get more
when you preach about hell.

People wanna give.

They just have to be
reminded why sometimes.

You hear that?

Nobody move!

Put the money
in the fucking bag!

No, no, no, no,
no! My-my brother...

Ain't no brothers
here, T.D. Jakes.

J-just let us go.

Nah, we got a
special job for you.

Hey, clean this
up. I want all that.

Hey, yo, you heard what he said.

No, please, please. Brothers...

- Move! Move!
- No, no...

Hey, yo, you think
this is a game?

No, I...

Give me this shit.

Don't fucking move!

Come on!

S-son, you-you
don't wanna do this

in the Lord's house.

What? This is my
house, motherfucker.

Open it.

"Do-do not store for
yourself treasures on Earth,

"where thieves
break in and steal,

but-but store for yourself
treasures in heaven."

Man, shut the fuck up.

You trying to go
to heaven, Father?

No, chill, chill,
chill, chill, chill, chill.

- Rev!
- Fuck!

Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!

Idiots! Yo, didn't I
say stick to the plan?

- Fuck.
- Till the fucking end?

- Let's go.
- Let's go.

Students, please listen up.

I know you're anxious,

and, frankly, some
of you should be.

The five students
with the highest GPAs

will advance to the semifinals

for the coveted Canonical
Studies Fellowship.

And those five students are...

Condom parade!

Strap up, nerds! Whoo! Sex Week!

I think you dropped this.

Boy, if you don't get that
shit up out of my face...

This right here is for niggas
with MBAs and mortgages.

- Damn.
- Move.

All right, settle down.

We all know it's Sex
Week here on campus,

and that comes with a
certain amount of disruptions.

But I expect you all to be

above the puerility
of Fraternity Row.

Sex Week was started
by campus health services

to help educate the student body

about their bodies,

and we encourage
all of you to take part

in the various panels
and activities offered.

- Ha, like the Q Party, okay?
- Hey, we in there.

We in there.

What the hell is that?

That debaucherous,
orgiastic tradition

is not a
school-sanctioned event,

and the administration has been,

trying to abolish it for years.

And until they do,

we strongly discourage
you all from attending.

But if you do go, wrap it up.

Well, speaking
of wrapping it up,

can we go ahead and announce
the semifinalists already?

And don't gag when
they call my name.

And the semifinalists
are Ashley Fitzpatrick

Richard Banks,

Lauren Baldwin,

Timothy Goldwyn,

and last but not least...

- BruShaundria Carmichael.
- Ha!

Told y'all. Period.
What, you got a problem?

- Well done.
- Congratulations

to the winners.

Tariq, wait.

Listen... I know you were
counting on the fellowship

to graduate early.

I don't wanna talk about this.

Look, I understand.

It's just that if tutoring Zeke
is making it hard for you

to keep up in the program,

then as your counselor...

This has nothing
to do with Zeke.

Right.

I was wondering how
he's doing academically.

That's good.

Brayden, you're
getting better at this.

I know, right?

Went to one of those
Sex Week seminars.

You know, it's crazy nobody
actually teaches the guy

where the clitoris is.

Well, the patriarchy's not
invested in female pleasure.

You have no idea what
I'm talking about, do you?

- Absolutely no clue.
- You're an idiot.

I love you too, baby.

You can't love somebody if
you can't tell them the truth.

You still haven't told
me what really happened

when you disappeared all day,

and I know that Tariq told
you to lie to me about it.

I told you, I was babysitting
Trace when he got drunk.

Yo, B, we gotta talk

about this shit...

Yo, what the fuck, B?

I thought I told you not
to bring her back here.

Weyou're early.

I thought you weren't
supposed to be back until

well, now, but it's Sex
Week, bro, come on.

You know I gotta
get my swerve on.

Man, y'all look like
two raw chicken cutlets

in that fucking bed.

Hit me when she gets
the fuck out of here.

So what's going on with Tariq?

Saw you two
talking this morning.

I'm his advisor.

Respect his privacy.

I'll ignore the irony
of you telling anyone

to respect a student's privacy

only because I need to
ask a personal favor of you.

It's about my new book.

Jabari, you and I should
only talk about work.

Besides, I have to get
these note cards done

for tomorrow's 48 Laws
of Power assignment.

I could help you with that.

You know what?
That would be great.

Have these on my desk

first thing tomorrow morning.

Thanks.

Is that Everett?

He pissed at you for
leaving the other night?

No, actually, he's pissed
at you for showing up

and making me come home.

Just got word from Rico.

The re-up's coming in two days.

Um, Ma, have you
heard from Cane?

I ain't sweating your brother.

Yeah, but he always
handles the re-ups with you.

And D.C. Joe expects him.

D.C. Joe ain't nobody's boss.

Dru can do the re-up with me.

Okay, I ain't got no problem
doing the re-up with her,

but Cane should be here.

But after what happened,

he definitely ain't
gonna just show up,

and she ain't gonna call him.

They too much alike that way.

We gotta go get him.

He could be anywhere, D.

I think I know where to look.

- Hey, baby.
- Cane been to see you?

I know how that boy loves
to go running to his daddy

every time things
ain't going his way.

What the fuck did
you say to him?

He ain't been back since.

He came by. I'm
sure he's fine, Mo.

It's been three days, Renzo.

What did you say to him?

I told him to do what you say,

and not disrespect you.

That's all you said?

Well, he should've
shown back up by now.

I got a drop coming in two days,

and now I need to figure out
how I'ma handle it without him.

All I did was explain his
fucking place in this family.

He'll be back, Mo.

I hope you're right.

What up, 'Riq?

What up? Got your
Julius Caesar paper.

Didn't I tell you to
meet me after class?

Yeah. Sorry about that.

You know, Sex Week

I was a little preoccupied,
if you know what I mean.

Nigga, I was writing 25
pages for your dumb ass

while you was
getting your fuck on.

Of course I know what you mean.

My bad, yo. You my mans, though.

Yeah, whatever.

Listen, man, I can't be
chasing you down like this.

- I got shit to do myself.
- I got you.

I got my priorities straight

Work, then pussy.

University's different
than I remember.

- What the fuck you doing here?
- I took you not answering

my calls as an invitation.

Now, explain to me why there is

a mountain of unfulfilled
orders on the app

that I graciously
helped you launch.

There were some
issues going on, all right,

but I'm handling it.

Stop acting like
you doing me a favor

when I'm paying you way
more than what you're worth.

You know, Simon started

this whole Q Party thing
when he was at Stansfield.

Now, you go, and you
make Papa Stern proud,

and you sell those papers like
you have something at stake.

He'll like these.

He loves flavors.

Yeah, I'm running low.

I got some factors that are
out of my control right now.

Listen, it's a big
week on campus.

All right, it's a lot of,
um, action going on.

So if I'm not making people
happy, someone else will.

Look, I gotta wait,
so you gotta wait.

Sit tight. I'll hit you.

F...

You don't have an appointment.

You aren't taking my calls.

You still down with the plan?

Yeah, I'm still
down, but Steven Ott

is gonna fire my ass
if I don't do a better job

looking like I'm trying
to convict Tasha.

Okay, who does he expect
you to call to the stand?

Well, Quinton
Wallace, Tasha's lover.

He puts her at the crime
scene, and she tried to frame him.

- To protect Tariq.
- Yeah.

But we can't say
that in court, not yet.

You get him on
his criminal record.

- That's the plan.
- Rashad Tate.

- Lying-ass nigga.
- Elisa Marie Proctor.

Minor child, couldn't possibly
know anything relevant.

Who else?

Tommy Egan's mother, Kate Egan.

She would refute
Tasha's testimony

that Tommy shot
James St. Patrick.

The coke head ex-stripper, right.

I will wipe the floor with her.

Yeah, but even if
you do, it won't help.

I need someone who
Ott will believe will say

Tasha was the queen pin

but actually knows the
truth about James St. Patrick.

But who's left that
knows that for sure?

I got it.

What are you doing here?

What happened now?

Well, I assume you've heard
Tasha St. Patrick's on trial

for her husband's murder.

I put that part of
my life behind me.

I've moved on.

We know you two were in contact,

I need you to come testify.

Yeah, absolutely not.
Find someone else.

This isn't optional, Paz.

Look

I came here as a courtesy,

but I can just as
easily get a subpoena.

What don't you understand?

I can't help you with your case.

Tasha didn't tell me
anything about the murder.

Perfect.

See, all you have to do
is say that on the stand.

Can I help you?

Is my brother here?

Cane?

No, I ain't seen
Cane in a minute.

Yeah, okay, except
I know that's a lie,

'cause there's no way you
could afford anything I see

besides that drink in your hand.

Cane!

- Excuse me.
- Cane!

- Yo, what happened to you?
- Go home, D.

I'm worried about you.
You need to come home.

Listen, I'm not sure Ma or
Papi want me to even be home.

I could tell she's worried.
She wants you back.

She say that?

D.C. Joe called.

The re-up's coming.
She needs you.

We all need you, Cane.

I don't know, D.

If you want back in,
this is how you do it.

You show up for the family.

Come in at the perfect time.

Show her how much
she depends on you.

That'll squash it.

You think just like her.

The streets are kind
of hot for me right now,

but I'll be at the drop,

as long as you promise
not to tell Ma where I'm at.

- I got you.
- You got me?

- I do.
- Okay.

I'll send you the
time for the drop.

All right.

- I love you.
- I love you too.

Hey, Ma, you good?

Listen, 'Riq, I've
been thinking.

I don't want you
to come to the trial.

- What?
- This week or at all.

No, Ma, I wanna
be there for you.

Now that your name
has been brought up,

it's just not smart, baby.

I-I just don't think you
should be in the public eye.

You don't need to be there.

What you need to
be doing is studying

and making sure Davis gets paid.

I got you.

How you doing otherwise?

- Yo, 'Riq.
- I gotta go, all right?

Finally, bro.

Yo, does your girl
even go to school?

Like, she's never in class.

Hey, not everyone's as
over scheduled as you.

Some of us are actually in
college, you know, to have some fun.

Look, I'm focused, and
you need to be too, bro.

The app is blowing up,
and I'm not about to lose out

on no money because
your homeless-ass girlfriend

is here all the time.

I ain't gonna lie,
she can't come back.

We're losing out on money

because we don't have any
weight to move, not because Riley,

and the only reason she's here

is because her roommates
just don't want dudes around.

Cane kidnapped you and Chase

just for being in this room.

You want that same
shit to happen to Riley?

Okay, you're right.

I'm sorry. I'll handle it.

Thank you.

Did Cane speak to you about
his conversation with Daddy?

He went up there
the other night.

No, Ma, I ain't spoke to Cane.

Did Daddy speak to you about it?

Not about that, no.

Look, Ma, I don't know anything.

I do.

I found Cane.

- Where?
- You did?

I can't say all that, but he
said he'll be at the meet.

I swear.

Okay, fine. Back
to regular protocol.

Dru, you make the
cash run to Bishop.

D, you'll be at the bar
to start sorting product.

You real bold
coming in here saying

how you ain't gonna tell
me where your brother is.

Ma, he gotta be able to
trust somebody in this house.

It ain't you, it ain't
Daddy, so it's me.

Besides, you know what
you need to know, right?

Yeah, I got what I need.

You can go.

That was three.

Let's see if we can get to four.

Zeke, one of us has a job.

I was wondering if you're, um

planning on going
to the Q Party.

No, girl, I ain't worried
about those random hos

now that I got a real woman.

Actually

I'd like you to meet
my Auntie Monet.

She can be kind of tough,
but I-I think she'd like you.

Um...

Zeke

we talked about this.

I'm a professor,

and you're a student
and a star athlete.

Any of this getting
out would be explosive,

which is why I think you
should go to the party,

for appearance's sake.

Be with girls your age.

Girls my age ain't got
nothing to talk about,

and all they trying to
do is get with a baller.

I'll go to the party if
that's what you want,

but I ain't letting you go.

Fuck.

I-I was looking for Brayden.

Yeah, you sure that's
all you was looking for?

'Cause last time you came
here, you left with some shit

that wasn't yours, and
you still owe me for it.

So unless you want me to
call that big, scary Black nigga

to finish what he started,
I think you should go.

Listen, I don't know how
you got my brother involved in

whatever you're doing,

but leave him out of it,
or I'm gonna call the cops.

Nigga, the cops work for us too.

Why you think they were
so quick to let you guys go?

I mean, you can
do what you want,

but the only thing you'd be
doing is turning Brayden in,

'cause ain't shit
tracing back to me.

I got an alibi.

I was sitting right there
playing chess with Riley.

Yeah, I bet you were.

Look, I don't know what kind
of freaky shit you three are into,

but it's pretty sick.

What are you talking about?

I saw you and Riley

in my room at
your birthday party.

Yeah, she must be
as good as she looks,

'cause when I peeked my head in,

you were knocked the fuck out.

Man, I wasn't in
your room with Riley.

Yeah, you were.

I even changed my
sheets and everything

'cause I wasn't taking
any fucking chances.

It's your turn.

I'd be done by now if you
let me shower with you.

We'd still be in there.

It's just the food.

Go.

What are you doing here?

I was having lunch
at our old spot,

and the owner asked
where you were,

so she gave me
this on this house.

I didn't want it to
go to waste, so

Jabari, I told you we
should only talk about work.

Takeout from our old
spot is-is not about work.

Come on, Carrie.

Look, I just want things
between us to be good,

and we can only talk
about work if you want.

And look, I even
brought the cards.

I asked you to leave
them on my desk.

I know. I just...

I-I just thought it'd be a
good memory, all right?

And I wanted to
share it with you, okay?

What...

This is what we've
always done, Carrie.

You know, we fight.
We argue. We make up.

Wh-what's changed?

Fucking sports highlights?

You take a sudden interest
in basketball, Carrie?

Goodbye, Professor Reynolds.

This week's text distills
3,000 years of warfare,

leadership, and strategy

into what the author identifies

as the 48 essential
laws of power.

Unlike our other
material, this single book

synthesizes the tactics

of some of history's
greatest figures

to lay out how principles
such as awareness, discretion,

and self-preservation

can ensure total control
over one's enemies.

Thoughts?

I mean, it's just an
instruction manual

on how to screw people over.

Or how to get what you want.

Look, I think it's outlining
how to succeed at business.

You're not a businessman.

Look, everything is
business, all right?

- He's not wrong about that.
- You damn right.

But what if you're using it
to fight for the less fortunate

or for something you're
really passionate about?

All's fair in true
love and war, right?

Well, Ashley
makes a great point,

which leads me
to your assignment.

Each of you has a card
with your name on it.

On the back of
the card is a secret.

Your job is to guard that secret

while your partner
uses the tactics laid out

in The 48 Laws of Power
to get you to reveal it.

The students who
successfully procure

their partner's
secrets get an A.

And what stops us from just
telling each other our secrets?

Well, you do that,
and you both fail.

So partner up.

So here's the deal.

I need the A to
get the fellowship,

and since you are no
longer in the running,

you should just
tell me your secret.

Fuck no. I still need a A.

Let me see that.

Word? Yeah.

What are you doing?
Give me that back.

- What you gonna trade for it?
- Give it back, Tariq.

- What you gonna trade for it?
- Tariq, give me...

- What you gonna trade for it?
- Give it! Tariq, give me...

Condom parade! Sex Week!

- Sex Week! Sex Week! Sex Week!
- Yo! Yo!

- Whoa.
- Give me that.

- Ooh.
- Yo, Professor Milgram

did not say anything about
using brute physical strength.

I will get that from you
by any means necessary.

I mean, you look
a little strong,

but you're still short, so...

- Short?
- Yeah.

- Okay.
- Yo, stop.

Come on, chill. Chill.
Yo, stop, stop, stop.

- Yo, chill. Chill!
- I'm short?

I'm short?! Just chill!

- I'm short? I'm short?
- Chill, chill.

Okay, whatever. My
God, what are you doing?

I just want you to be
able to see yourself.

Yo, nigga, don't you
go to school in D.C.?

Malcolm, look, I
know this looks crazy,

but Tariq and I are doing
an assignment, and...

Hold on, Lauren.
Men are talking.

Excuse me?

How disrespectful
do you have to be

to put your hands on
another man's woman?

Yo, get your nigga
before he get himself hurt.

I'm not a nigga,

and I would expect an educated
Black man to know better.

Malcolm, stop.

Tariq, can you just go

and we'll deal with
this later, please?

Yeah, I gotta be
somewhere anyway.

Later, Lauren.

Later, nigga.

Malcolm, you are
doing way too much.

There is no too much when
I'm fighting for our future.

From this point on,
we don't have a future.

Get out.

Lauren, don't make a
mistake you'll live to regret.

You are the mistake
I regret. Get out.

Miss Merchant, you're here

on a possession
of marijuana charge,

which is quite an
accomplishment,

given the recent
changes to the law.

Over two ounces
is a serious offense.

Will you be representing
yourself today?

No, Your Honor. My uncle

I mean my lawyer will
be here any minute.

Well, we can't wait
here all day, young lady.

You'll have to give your plea
whether your uncle shows or not.

Okay, well, what
plea do you enter

if you think the
law itself is stupid?

Weed never hurt anybody.

U.S. Attorney Saxe. To
what do we owe the pleasure?

I'm sorry I'm late, Your Honor.

I am here to represent
my niece Riley Merchant,

or rather, Your Honor,
my friend David Turwilliger

is here to do so
with my blessing.

Very well, then. Let's
go ahead and begin.

As you know, your
niece Miss Merchant

is here on a marijuana
possession charge.

Yo, yo.

What'd you wanna
talk to me about?

Would you spit it out?

You're giving me a fucking
anxiety attack over here.

All right, look,

I should have told you
this a long time ago, but

I didn't want you to get hurt.

But I think you need
to know the truth.

The truth about what?

All right, remember my birthday
when I got real fucked up?

Yeah.

Riley tried to hit that night.

That's not funny.

Look, she found me in Trace's room,
and I basically had to fight her off.

- I can't believe this.
- And then she tried

the same exact shit when
you were out with Cane, bro.

No, youl can't believe you.

That's not Riley.

Bro, look, I know you
don't wanna believe that,

but you need to
trust me, all right?

I'm not about to lie to you
about some shit like that.

- Even Trace knows. Ask him.
- I'm not asking Trace shit.

You're really that petty, Tariq?

Brayden, listen to
me, bro, come on.

No, you listen to me!
We talked about this.

You said you were
gonna stop lying to me.

I thought we were boys.

You're fucked up, Tariq.

My God.

You wanted to see me, Professor?

I heard the Knicks
actually won this week.

That's why you wanted to see me?

Have a seat.

So where were you at
yesterday morning, Tariq?

I think I was... think
I was at the library.

The library was closed
for maintenance yesterday.

Well, I must be confused.

Why do you ask?

Well, I saw you speaking
with Professor Milgram

after the fellowship
announcement.

Yeah, well, she's
really, um, interested.

Interested.

Okay.

So how about this, Tariq?

How would you like a second
chance at the fellowship?

Now, you were only a few
points away from qualifying,

so I wanna offer you an
extra-credit opportunity

to get right back in the game.

Look, I'd do anything
to get that fellowship,

so just let me know
what I need to do.

Well, I want you to write
a personal essay for me,

but I need you to go deep.

Okay, um, about what?

I want you to write
about the nature of power

in relationships,

let's say between you and
a, a love interest, perhaps.

Um, yeah, I could-I
could do that.

But I want details,
Tariq, specifics.

All right, I got you.

Okay.

Excited to see how
you pull this one off.

Without even one
straight white guy on there,

Davis is gonna have them

eating Tasha's sob
story right out of his hand.

Trust me, Steve, there's
a method to my madness.

I hope so, and since
you got spanked by Davis

and blew it with
that last witness,

I'm gonna be right
here watching you.

All rise.

Court is now in session.

The Honorable Judge
Nina Larkin presiding.

Good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen.

Please be seated.

In the case of the United States

versus Tasha St. Patrick,

are both sides ready?

- We're ready, Your Honor.
- Yes,

Your Honor, the prosecution
would like to call Paz Valdes

as its first witness.

Please raise your right hand.

What is Saxe gonna ask her?

Um, doesn't matter,
okay? She can't hurt us.

Do you swear to tell
the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the
truth, so help you God?

I do.

Ms. Valdes

you mind telling us
what you do for a living?

Um, I own a nail
salon in Queens.

And how do you
know the defendant?

My sister Angela
was in a relationship

with her husband.

You two have spoken
before, correct?

Can you tell me the nature
of those conversations?

They were mostly
about Angela and Jamie.

Was she angry about your
sister's sexual relationship

with her husband?

- Yes, at first.
- How angry was she?

And did she ever
express, say, a desire

to hurt either James
or Angela or worse?

No, never.

Ms. Valdes, you told former
U.S. Attorney Jacob Warner

that Tasha was
contacting Angela on behalf

of the St. Patrick drug
organization, did you not?

Um, I didn't know...

Did you not supply my
office with a cell phone

given to Angela by the defendant

for the purposes of
secret communication?

I can call Mr. Warner
to the stand,

or you could
just tell the truth.

Yes.

In the furtherance of
their drug business?

No. I don't know.

When I gave the
phone to Mr. Warner,

I thought it was from Jamie.

It was supposed to be
evidence against him.

Right, right, because
you believed James

killed your sister,
is that correct?

Yes, but I was wrong.
Tommy Egan did it.

Tommy Egan killed my sister.

How do you know?

Tasha told me.

Well, how did she know, Paz?

I don't know.

This woman who
hated your sister,

who knew Angela
destroyed her marriage

and ruined her life,

this woman who used Angela

to help hide her
criminal enterprise,

you're saying you don't
know how Tasha might know.

Egan killed Angela?

It never occurred to you
that she ordered him to do it?

Your Honor, he's testifying.

No.

She said she owed Angela.

She paid for her funeral.

Just the kind of magnanimous
gesture we would expect

- a queen pin to make.
- Your Honor.

Mr. Saxe, now
you are out of line.

Withdrawn.

Tasha and Angela were getting
along by the end of everything.

Who told you that? Tasha?

Think back, Ms. Valdes.

Is it more likely that
James St. Patrick,

who was running for office,

who was giving back
to his community...

Is it-is it more likely
that he ordered the death

of your sister,
the love of his life,

or that this woman
here, Tasha St. Patrick,

who had everything to
gain by your sister's death,

that she and Tommy Egan

conspired together
to manipulate you?

I don't know.

When she told you

Tommy Egan killed your sister,

what did you do?

I went to confront him,

but he was already gone.

I think she knew
he was gone, Paz.

I think Tasha
thought of everything.

You were her useful idiot,

her fool.

Your sister and James are dead.

Tommy is in the wind.

Tasha is the last
woman standing.

Isn't it possible

that she was calling
the shots the whole time?

Yes.

No further questions.

What the fuck, Davis?

I thought you said that she
wasn't a dangerous witness.

It's okay.

Saxe has no idea
who he's fucking with.

Cane Tejada, I need
you to come with me.

For what?

You were placed at
the scene of a robbery.

Come on, let's go.

- You heard from him?
- No, but he said he'd be here.

Ma, I'm sure he's on his way.

He better be.

Fuck.

Your call has been forwarded

to an automatic voice.

Ms. Valdes, you told the police

that James St. Patrick killed
your sister, is that correct?

Yes.

And then you said today
that it was Tommy Egan?

Yes.

But now you're saying

that it could have
been my client herself.

Did you ever tell
that to the police?

No.

Are you in the habit of lying
to the police, Ms. Valdes?

No, of course not.

But your sister wasn't above
breaking the law, was she?

Especially for
James St. Patrick.

She admitted as much
in open court, is that right?

Objection. Relevance.

- I'm getting there.
- Please do.

Ms. Valdes?

Angela made mistakes,
but she owned up to them.

She had a conscience.

And that conscience is
what got her killed, isn't it?

Because she knew too much
about the St. Patrick organization,

and James had to silence
her before she turned on him.

Objection. Your Honor,
assuming facts not in evidence.

Sustained.

Mr. MacLean, please find
another line of questioning.

Yes, Your Honor.

Ms. Valdes, you purchased a nail
salon just a couple of months ago.

With what funds?

I received an inheritance.

From?

James St. Patrick's estate.

So you told the police

that James St. Patrick
killed your sister,

and then you received

a significant amount
of money from him

and decided someone else

actually committed
that murder twice.

Sounds to me, Ms. Valdes,

like you were paid
to change your tune.

That's not what happened.

Tasha told me to take the money.

Ms. Valdes, do you
have any actual evidence

that my client was the head

of the St. Patrick
drug organization?

No.

No further questions.

- What the fuck, Trace?
- I gotta talk to you, Skids.

I'm sorry. Brayden.

Look, dude, whatever your
roommate's got you into...

Yeah, I know,
he's a fucking dick.

He just made up
some fucked-up story

about my girlfriend
coming on to him

at his birthday
party or some shit.

Um, look, not-not to
defend him or anything,

but, he-he wasn't
lying about that.

I saw it myself, true story,
but, dude, about Tariq

- I gotta-I gotta go.
- Brayden!

Cane didn't show
up, and Dru's on a run,

so I didn't know what to do.

No, it's all good.
Monet upstairs?

Yeah, the connect's
rep should be here soon,

but now we just wait.

All right, bet.

Course Correct is really smart.

You know I had to
tell my mom about it,

but I'm glad she liked it.

I'm glad she liked it too.

Hold on, give me a
second. Let me take this.

Hello?

Tariq, it's Professor Milgram.

I can't talk right now.

Listen, if you're upset
about the fellowship...

No, I'm doing a
extra-credit assignment.

Are you okay?

Feeling better.

Okay.

Monet? Where's Cane?

That ain't none
of your business.

Here's a phone.

Your call has been forwarded

to an automatic voice message...

Shit.

Your call has been forwarded

to an autom...

- Hello?
- Yo, it's Cane.

Um, I'm at the precinct.

That's the girl you were
smashing in your dorm?

No, it's my professor.

Listen, I know you're
gonna think I'm lying, but

that day you came to my room,

Lauren wasn't
in there, all right?

It was Brayden's girlfriend.

She came in bugging
out 'cause he was missing.

I couldn't tell you about it
'cause I had to figure out

if Monet was behind it or not.

I'm sorry, all right?

Damn, you kept it low-key.

Look, there's nothing going on
between me and Lauren, all right?

She got a man.

So you weren't trying to play
me to the left at that party?

No, I was trying to protect you,

and me.

You don't know who's watching
when you up at Stansfield, D.

You keep thinking I don't like
you, but that's not the case at all.

It's just my life is

is mad complicated.

You can tell me about it.

I really, really wish I could.

I'll take all the pills and
more if you got them,

but I told Rico all I
need is half the coke.

Yeah? Well,
unfortunately for you,

Rico ain't passed
that message along,

so this what you gonna get.

Well, you better
call him and tell him.

Rico don't like to be bothered

with things we can
handle ourselves.

I can leave you half
the coke if you want,

but I'm leaving with my
full amount either way.

Yo, I think you misunderstood.

Rico may be your boss,
but I'm Monet Tejada,

and this ain't no negotiation.

Okay, Monet Tejada.

Look, you gonna give
me my money, and I'll go,

or we gonna find
another solution.

Yo, I told you
all I got is half.

Well, look like you
gonna have to show me

- where you keep your cash at.
- Shit!

You done fucked up now.

Yo, what the fuck
is going on up here?

- What?
- Hey!

- Stupid motherfucker.
- No.

You fucked with the wrong bitch.

What the fuck is you doing here?

Ma!

I get it now.

No, he needed product, and
we were about to get some.

The fuck are we supposed
to do with this body?

Chill, chill. I got it.

Dru will handle it.

- How's he gonna do this by himself?
- Ma, we can trust him.

All right, when Dru comes
back, you can help him.

Got you.

Babe, thought we were
gonna meet at the restaurant.

Nah, I hate when
people break up in public.

- It's embarrassing.
- What?

You know, I've dealt with
some fucked-up shit in my life,

but I never expected
it to come from you.

Brayden, you're scaring me.

Tariq told me everything.

I know what you did
that night in Trace's room

when Tariq was fucked
up on his birthday.

- My God...
- The fact that you would try

and sleep with my best friend,

that's so fucked up, Riley.

Me try to sleep with Tariq?

Babe, he's lying to you.

That's what I
thought at first too.

Then I talked to my brother.

He saw you, Riley. He
confirmed everything.

Brayden...

Trace is the one who hit on me.

Okay.

I swear to you, it's
not what you think.

No? Then what is it?

Brayden, I would never.

It's not true.

Hey, I love you.

Can't love someone if they
don't tell you the truth, right?

Brayden, stop. I'm begging you.

Think about it.

Why would Tariq want us apart?

Then prove him wrong.

Tell me what you were
doing that night with Tariq.

Thank you. That's
what I thought.

Got him?

All right.

You good?

Yeah, yeah.

All right, hold him still.

Hold him? For what?

So I can shoot him through the
windshield, and it'll look like a mugging.

Man, fuck that shit.
Let me shoot him.

No, you never shot no
one before, have you?

That's what I
thought. Hold him still.

Hey, yo, Ramirez.

Hey, wait up, man.

Hey.

Good looking with
the alibi, all right?

Yo, you hear me?

The fuck is wrong
with you, Cane?

Putting those
kids on the street,

then this stunt with the GTG?

How can you expose
Monet to so much danger?

You know what could happen
to her, right, to all of us?

Man, fuck Monet, okay?
She don't give a fuck about us.

What's with these cuts?

They're part of
that GTG shit too?

Monet said she could keep you in
line, but trust me, if she can't, I will.

Yeah, get the fuck out of here.

Monet don't even need
you anymore, all right?

She's changing
her entire business.

What are you talking about?

She's moving it over to
Stansfield with that little bitch Tariq.

Tariq St. Patrick?

She's doing business with him?

See? She didn't even tell you.

He's moving weight for her.

She's been pushing me out.

And if she don't need
me, guess who's next.

Look, man, it's
either him or us,

unless you wanna do
something to stop him.

Get in.

You said Cane was gonna show up.

I did, but when he
didn't answer his phone,

I called Tariq to come
through, and I was right.

You were lucky,

but you're gonna tell me
where Cane is right now.

- Cane!
- Fuck you been, boy?

You know what type
of shit went down

because your ass wasn't
where it was supposed to be?

Mo, calm down.

He was on his way to the
drop, but he got picked up.

For what?

Armed robbery with the GTG.

Fuck, you his translator now?

He can talk.

Do you have any idea what
you exposed us to tonight?

- D.C. Joe attacked Ma.
- What?

She had to take
care of him by herself.

- Where's he at? I'll handle it.
- It's already handled.

Ma, Dru can't get
rid of a body alone.

He's not alone.

Tariq's with him.

You need me to do anything?

Like I said, it's been handled.

Go home.

Thank you for
bringing his ass home.

Go upstairs, Diana.

Cops do that to your face?

No.

Man.

I was thinking maybe we
could go to the Q Party together.

Yeah, the Q Party.
Um, where's your man?

Shouldn't he be going with you?

I broke up with Malcolm.

That nigga is
blocked and canceled.

So I was thinking, um,

now that Malcolm
is out of the picture,

maybe we can talk
about a few things.

Are you okay?

A professor at Stansfield
is sleeping with a student.

What?

A professor at Stansfield
is sleeping with a student.

Look.

That's my secret.

Here.

That's what you're
here for, right?

By any means necessary.

Wait, do you really
think this is why I'm here?

Well, I mean, we're hanging out,

and your boyfriend
just comes in,

and you start acting like
a whole different person,

and then you break up with him

and expect me to jump
when you say jump.

It's like, I don't even
know who you are.

Yeah, and apparently
I don't know you either.

Mango.

Kiwi.

Come on, now, you knew
I was gonna get the secret.

Papaya.

Lauren, look, I know
you didn't like the book,

but, well, I'm not
surprised you succeeded.

Yeah, Professor Milgram,
I'm not sure that I did.

It's weird... Tariq
told me his secret,

but I think he may
have made it up.

Mine said "peach."

Professor Milgram?

Um, well, thank you, Lauren.

You'll get full credit
for the assignment.

Thanks.

Saxe, you a lying-ass
motherfucker.

I thought we had a deal, Saxe.

I know, but that
DNC cocksucker Ott

was watching me
like a fucking hawk,

so I had to go at Paz like that,

or it would have
blown everything up.

But look, I'm still
in this. I'm still here.

No, no, no, no, this
isn't going to work.

No, no, it is. It is.

I found something...

A direct line to
taking Tariq down,

and it's a slam dunk.

Has Tasha ever
mentioned Epiphany Turner?

Give me a minute.

Hey, Mo.

You went too far with Cane.

You think he makes
emotional decisions?

Well, where do you think
he gets this shit from?

I did what I had to do
to get through to him.

You're not a man, Mo.

Look, you ain't out here.

You don't understand
who he is now.

He's mine.

Don't do that shit again.

Glad you're finally
willing to talk.

Sit.

That's good, some human emotion.

I know everything, Carrie.

I saw his folder,

the condoms meant
for the students.

I know you're
sleeping with Tariq.

I just wanna hear you admit it.

That is ridiculous.

I'm not sleeping
with Tariq St. Patrick.

Is that why you gave him that
weird extra-credit assignment?

- I'm his faculty advisor now, Carrie.
- Since when?

So you need to stay the
hell away from him, okay?

I don't know what
you think you saw,

Professor Reynolds,

but this card

is an admission of guilt

of you sleeping with
your TA, Melissa.

It's in your own handwriting.

You are unbelievable.

You know, I feel for Melissa.

I was like her when we met...

Young and impressionable,

so charmed by your talent

your stamina.

It's a new world, Jabari.

Times have changed.

Well, Melissa's a
grown-ass adult.

She is still your student.

Now, I can turn this
in to the administration,

or you can respect
my boundaries,

stay out of my business

for the rest your hopefully
short time here at Stansfield.

- You wouldn't dare.
- I would.

Goodbye, Jabari.

- Hey.
- Yo.

I broke up with Riley.

I'm sorry I didn't believe you.

Look, it's all good, bro.

I'm sorry she did you like that.

Yeah, me too.

Trying to watch Lethal Weapon?

What are you doing here, Paz?

Why did you make me take
the money from Jamie's will?

Did you know this
was gonna happen?

Were you lying to
me the whole time?

I never lied to you.

I never did
anything to hurt you.

In fact, everything I
did helped you, right?

You got the salon.

You said Junior's
back in school.

Your father's back in the home.

- Saxe made it sound like...
- Yeah, I know what he said.

But you were the only
one this whole time

who's suffered
as much as I have.

You're a single
mom, just like me.

You lost everything

just like me.

I went to Truth that night.

But I heard you in my head.

You were right.

I had the choice to
walk away, so I did.

We could be on opposite
sides of this glass right now.

I didn't kill James.

Paz, I didn't do it.

But you know who did.

Angela didn't get out in time.

If you can save yourself, Tasha,

maybe it's your
turn to walk away.