All language subtitles for Power.Book.II.Ghost.S03E03

Previously on Ghost...

-Excuse me.
-Sorry.

-Harper?
-Rashad.

Have we, uh,
moved forward on Rollins?

-Not yet.
-So...

get on it.

Who is this bitch?

All I got is a name--
Noma.

From now on,
I'ma be working for her--

Me, Cane, and Brayden--

or else she gonna kill
all three of us.

He's in every picture
outside the penthouse.

You guys are--you're focused
on the St. Patrick kid?

He is not the kingpin.

The fact that Tariq,
Effie, Brayden,

the Tejadas all believe
that their attempt succeeded

is the only thing

keeping you and your family
alive right now.

There are only two people
on this planet

who really know what we did,
and we're taking that

to the motherfucking grave.

Uh...

Our family's being targeted

for killing the Guaps,

and I bet you
whoever did that shit to Dru

got Zeke, too.

-Zeke's championship ring.
- I didn't do anything.

Yeah, he must have pulled
that shit off of Zeke

-when he fucking killed him.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

I ain't have nothing to do
with it!

- You motherfucker!

Zeke never wore that ring.

You stole Zeke's ring,

you set up this nigga
to jump my brother,

then you planted that shit
when you paid him off.

Zeke was in Mecca's car
getting into Mecca's jet,

so I thought he was Mecca.

This is not a good time, Davis.

Holy shit.

You wanna move Noma's product,

that's exactly how we do it--
fucking Wall Street.

You know, Nick's not
just gonna hand it over.

Damn, that shit
fly as fuck.

Yeah, we're like Kingsman

with our own personal Harry
over there.

Do I look like Colin Firth
to you?

A suit does a lot
for an image, Tariq.

But it won't fool the people
still watching your every move.

I mean,
I made it this far, right?

And the suit ain't complete
without a watch,

so, uh, I'm wondering,
you got a guy for that?

You got money?

Money.

Business is booming.

Boom.

How is it at Stansfield?

It's nice, yeah.

And how's moving
product up there?

You haven't started it yet?

Is this some Tariq bullshit?

Effie, come on,
that's not like you.

No.

These are ready to go.
I'll see you later, okay?

This is you getting off
real easy for Zeke and Dru.

Wow. It's like that?

Shit. Another one?

What the fuck is this?

I should be asking you
the same thing.

You fucking kids took out Mecca
and promised to fill his shoes.

And what's left over?

Half of last week's product.

I would say more like a third.

What?

Listen, everything will be gone

by the next time
we see you, okay?

We just had some delays
that we figured out.

We also been thinking
about expanding.

What's this supposed to be?

A performance incentive
to get this product moving.

A million dollars in hand
next time I see you,

or she dies.

Next million,
Richie Rich's folks.

And we respect our elders,
so we'll do Granny last.

You're not off the hook,
Little Orphan Annie.

You fuck up,

these fools here die.

Are...we...clear?

Crystal.

So, yeah, uh,
about those plans, 'Riq?

Oh.

Nice digs.

Your boss must really believe
in this case, huh?

It's not a big vote
of confidence.

DEA has us
on a very short leash.

And the assholes
at the precinct

won't give me access
to Ramirez's phone, so...

So glad you could come,
Sullivan.

Okay, I was working a CI,
and you work for me.

Now, this blue-wall bullshit

definitely means
they think he's guilty.

That's what I said.

I mean, they're not gonna risk
his reputation or their own.

And, look, without records,
we cannot prove

a conspiratorial link
with Monet,

unless I go in
and turn some screws.

Absolutely not. Monet's smart.

You could blow
the entire investigation.

And Monet's not
our only way in.

Tariq is critical to this RICO.

Okay, you know what?

What is with you two
and this fucking kid, okay?

Monet killed Carrie.

She was one of us. Remember?

Okay, um, just take it easy

'cause you're getting
real emotional right now.

Carrie's death
is officially a suicide.

We need to focus on the murders

that show an effort to protect
the drug-dealing enterprise.

Like Dante Spears,
Lauren Baldwin...

Uh, that-that was
a car accident.

Maybe we need to look into that
a little deeper.

Yeah, I fuckin' agree.

Okay, before we go digging up
closed cases,

let's use our limited resources
on our open murders

and finding out where the fuck

they're getting
their drugs now, so...

Man up, Whitman. Do the job.

I'm the emotional one?

'Cause it sure seems like
you two have a boner

for this St. Patrick kid.

I really thought
we was gonna be

on top of this shit,

but Mecca's operation must've
been pretty fucking huge.

How we gonna move
all this product?

Yeah, seeing Diana's picture
was fucking next level.

It means they know
where to find us, too.

Yep. And my grandmother.

I can't let anything
happen to her, man.

She's the only family I got
other than you and B.

'Riq, I need to tell you
something,

but I don't want you
to freak out.

Talk to me.

I wanna start moving weight
at Stansfield.

Wait, what?
Are you crazy, Effie?

It's too hot, after Brayden's
confession, my shit.

-You're buggin'.
-Well, but not for me, though.

And it'd just be a side hustle.

You know,
I step on the product here,

these stupid-ass kids
won't know the difference,

and it won't cut into
what we owe Noma.

First of all, what do you need
a side hustle for?

Well, since I started selling,

I've always had
a safety number in mind...

enough for college,
grad school.

Okay, so you're saving
your money.

That's why you're driving
that beat-up car.

Hey, at least I got one.

And 12 don't even look
twice when I roll past.

You know, I never really
thought about it--

you just bein' out here
on your own like that.

So I get it.

Maybe you should start moving
that shit out here,

make a few extra bucks.

You mean it?

Yeah.

If anyone's smart enough
to not get caught,

it's definitely you.

-Thank you, Salim.
- Mm-hmm.

All right.
So let's get started, huh?

Human capital.

Can anybody tell me
what that means?

Diana.

To me, it means keeping people
around so you can use them.

Okay. Give me an example.

Uh, let's take my family,
for instance.

The minute I wasn't useful
to them,

they didn't wanna have anything
to do with me.

Sorry to hear that.

Thanks.

Any other perspectives?

Perhaps
from the assigned reading.

Thomas.

Human capital
is the economic value

of a worker's skills
and experience

to their employer.

So you're saying that those
with less access

to those requisites
are less valued.

And those with access
get to abuse everyone else

due to their lack of options.

I guess you'd know
all about that, right?

How many people
has your family used

to get your name
on the auditorium

or you in that seat?

I don't think my family
was a topic

in the assigned reading.

Shouldn't we be asking
if anyone can actually be used?

You know, in capitalism,
all work is contractual.

People get paid
based on what they contribute.

You know,
even if it's a small amount,

it's still more than what
they could do for themselves.

But what if it's a lie?

Like when someone tells you
something isn't valuable

just so they can take it
for themselves?

Ooh, now, that shit
sounds hella personal.

Well, I agree it's in
a corporation's best interest

to never let a worker know
how much they're worth.

Damn, that's messed up
because workers will just

undercut each other for a job.

Like you undercut me
for that Tate internship.

Excuse me?

Look, Tate said no.
Then he said yes.

You want answers,
you need to look inside first.

Okay, okay.

It may get personal in here,

but it will always
be respectful.

Understood?

-Yes, ma'am.
-Yes.

Okay. Let's get back on topic.

Human capital.

I see where you're comin' from
now in class

about being used
by your family.

I Googled your dad--

Wait, you did what?

I like you, Diana.

And I wanna know you more.

But your father's charges--

the--the drugs and manslaughter

overturned on a technicality?

That's a lot.

Okay, Salim,
but you could've asked me,

and I would've told you
that's not who I am.

I'm here at Stansfield
because I wanna be.

You didn't have to Google me
to find out.

Why is that brother
starin' at you?

That's my actual brother.

-Yeah.
-Oh. Okay.

Cane, what are you doing here?

What?
Can't check up on my baby sis?

Huh? See who you been
kicking it with lately?

Who's the holy hotep?

The name's Salim.

Salim Ashe Freeman.

That shit sounds
made the fuck up, my brother.

-Okay, um...

Salim, just give me a second,

and I'll be in there,
all right?

Family stuff.

-Remember?
-Sure.

Cane--

-Here, take this.
-Uh--

Seriously? What the fuck, Cane?

I don't need that.

And why are you even here?

If it's for a re-up,
go handle your business

and stay the fuck out of mine.

Whoa, relax, Stella, okay?

I'm not here to fuck up
your groove.

And this ain't about a re-up.

Campus is hot as fuck
right now, thanks to Tariq.

Hmm.

I'm here for you, D.

You good?

Yeah. I'm good.

What you know
about brother Salim?

He's just my TA and my boss,
nothing else.

Your--your boss?

Like a nine to five?

-Like a--

Nah. I can't let you

go out like that, D.

Here, take this.

-Listen...

I know how hard this shit
can get, okay?

Come on by the penthouse,
have dinner.

I'll text you.

-Okay.
-All right?

-Mm-hmm.
-Careful.

-Yep.
-Love you.

Cop bar's up the block.

I'm on duty.

Water's fine, though.

Although i-it does look like
you could use the business.

Light crowd.

I guess a gang drive-by
does that, huh?

Hey, how's, uh--
how's Dru, by the way?

-Like you give a fuck.
-Hmm.

Maybe I'll just ask him myself.

While I'm here...

I wanna give you a chance
to end all this.

You'll come in.
We'll have a nice talk.

No need to bring your lawyer,

unless you want him to see you
confess to Carrie's murder.

The door's where you left it.

You know, I am really starting
to love these chats.

And the bar looks great.

It's like it was never
a crime scene.

I'll be sure to look up
the name of your contractor.

Call me.

No need to worry about
that "who killed Zeke" shit.

And all that callin'
and hangin' up you was doing--

don't do that again.

-It's been handled.
-Uh...

Mrs. Tejada, I'm happy to hear

that you found
a sense of peace,

but I never called you.

Look, if you ain't got shit,
it's cool.

Just don't lie to me.

Satisfied?

No.

That's not all I'm here about.

He came by the bar.

Said if I come in for a talk,
he goes away.

No.

No. That's not how this works.

You got a mouth on you,

and you are not going
anywhere near his ass.

Does it look like
I'm asking you for permission?

Look, I need to know
how exposed my family is.

Me, Cane...

you.

Okay.

But if we do this...

you need to do exactly
as I say.

All right.

Ditch that old burner.

Call me with a time.

Fuck.

How'd you get Diana into this?

Hey, I didn't get anyone
into shit, okay?

Ma put that bullet
into Mecca--

or Dante, whatever the fuck
his name was, he's dead.

So now we're all
in this together.

Now, I got a plan that's gonna
get us in the clear.

Obviously,
it's a lot of eyes on us.

So, when I show up,
you need to do what I say

and take what I give you.

-Do you hear me?
-Do I hear you?

Who the fuck died
and made you king?

You want me to handle this,
or you got it?

Listen to your brother, D.

We haven't been careful
with the company we keep

at the school.

You must be talking
about Everett.

Really, Di?

What I'm saying is,
whatever we do,

we gotta look out
for each other.

As I was saying,
we got a little time

to move a lot of weight,

or Noma's coming
after all of us.

And it seems Uncle Frank's boys

got something good going
in Brooklyn.

Yeah, moving product
for the Russians.

They don't need us.

Not to mention what we did
to their pops.

Which is why we take them out.

Make what's theirs ours,

then go after
the rest of the borough.

Kill Frank's sons--

Guillermo, Gordo, Gilberto?

Nigga,
I know they fuckin' name.

So just because we aren't
as close to them

as we were when we were kids,
you would do that shit?

They're still like family.

What, that don't mean shit
right now?

Okay.

How about how dumb it would be
to bring all that heat on us

from the Castillos...

and their people?

The connect's? 12?

Look...

we don't have the bodies
for a war right now.

Did you just put your phone
down to bitch,

or do you have a solution?

We take out their connect.

Then we become the connect.

Simple.

They take a short-term hit

till they're up
and moving our product.

Then, with all of us,

taking over Brooklyn
should be easy.

Force their hand.

That way, everybody's eating
off a bigger plate--smart.

But if the Russians
think the Castillos

-made a move on them--
-Or went behind their back

and fucked
with their business...

All right, y'all relax.

I got it.
I'm calling the plays.

Excuse you?

I think papi should handle
that call.

I said I got it.

Pa.

It's Cane's call.

His plan.

We're gonna do what he says.

Power to the people.

Back in the day,

before John Lennon
appropriated it,

it meant something different.

Commerce is in a state
of revolution,

and I like to think of it
as power of the people.

So he's one of the richest
Black men in the country.

In the world.

Okay.

This is Elpis.

It's a gathering

of the world's
most influential people,

and he's got them eating
out of his fucking hand.

I mean, he's making sense.

To adapt...

Yeah, my uncle's here
to meet him.

Maybe we will, too.

It's a bad idea, Lucas.

He'll see right through it,
deny you,

and it'll turn off
all the other investors.

Don't make this
about my bottom line.

This is a personal issue,
so say it.

-I'm not comfortable with this.
-That's fine.

Enjoy the spa package
and find your way home.

Wow.

I guess one Black face
is as good as another.

Looking sharp, boys.

Come sit with me.

RSJ's looking for someone

to assist with managing
his investments.

He has flirted with
the country's top five firms,

but, so far,
ghosted all of them.

Why does he need help?

Money's only freedom
when you set yourself free.

And hand the burden
to someone else to handle.

To me.

And his trust
in Weston Holdings

would attract
a whole new class of clients.

Clients like who?

The fuck-the-world rich.

He'll come to us.

Here we go.

Lucas, it's good to see you.

This is my associate, Tariq,
Brayden.

You got two minutes.

I've noticed that you, uh,
have been rather selective

with who you allow
to invest with you.

Not a lot of oxygen
on the mountaintop, RSJ.

I only take investors
with resilience and balls.

That right? Because a number
of the people you turned away

are close friends.

I'm curious...

is there a racial motivation?

The list of people
I've turned away is long

and includes people
of all stripes and persuasions,

I promise you.

You're getting my attention
by denying my friends.

-Do I have it?
-It's a risky move.

No risk, no reward.

I'll be in New York soon.

Let's set up
a more formal meeting.

-I look forward to it.
- Mm-hmm.

Hey, can I ask you a question?

You just did.

About your speech.

I was actually pretty
interested in what you said

about economy of scale,

and I was wondering
if you could elaborate.

In its most simple way,

if a company's big enough
to sacrifice some profit

and provide
a more affordable product,

they undercut the market.

A thousand cheap customers

would bring in
way more scale profit

than 100 high-end customers.

We're just ants on a hill.

Mm, makes sense. Thank you.

You do know why Lucas brought
you in here today, right?

Oh, yeah.

-So I could appeal to you.
-Ah.

Straightforward--I like that.

Just make sure
you're using them

as much as they're using you.

I got to meet RSJ, right?

That's right.

-What's your name?
-I'm Tariq St. Patrick.

Good to meet you, Tariq.

Likewise.

Ho. Hey, don't duck me.

What the fuck do you think
you're doing here?

We're promoting our currency
to next-level consumers.

You mean looking
for a new influx of cash

'cause nobody wants
your bunk crypto coin.

I promise you,
once virality hits,

it'll take off overnight.

You've already burned through
my ICO capital.

You have one month
before I call in your debt

and find a Third World country
that needs a donation.

Now get out of here.

Jesus, the shadiest people I've
ever dealt with are in crypto,

and I've had oil stakes
in Libya.

Weston Holdings
owns those guys?

Mm, CrashCoin.

It's work about
a trillionth of a cent.

Those crooks conned me into
paying for their white paper,

but they're not about shit.

Someone out there is making
something out of nothing.

It's just not me.

All right, boys,
the chopper's on the pad.

Let's go.

So we've talked.

We're done with this harassment
of Mrs. Tejeda?

Well, talking
involves a back-and-forth,

reciprocation.

She hasn't said a word.

Doing as told, I'm sure.

Well, my client
has nothing to add

to your witch hunt.

So, if that's all,

we appreciate you coming,
Detective.

You know, I did reach out
to LeShaun,

or his old, uh, foreman,
that is,

'cause he hasn't seen him
since repairing your bar.

Just vanished.

Well, I mean two thirds
of contractors are crooks.

He skipped town.

So, unless you have proof
of correlation...

And a number of people
who visit the Tejadas' bar--

they disappear shortly after.

Got some pictures for you.

This vehicle, taken on a cam
right outside your bar,

is registered to Rico Barnes--

known dealer.

Missing, but presumed dead.

Same street--this truck
is headed to your bar.

Less than an hour later,
it's leaving.

That one was found
with Joseph Parks,

street name D.C. Joe--
also known dealer.

Dead in the driver's seat.

That sounds like
fucking correlation to me.

Aren't there better uses
of police hours

than scouring traffic cams?

Like finding the Guap
that killed Zeke.

I'm sorry.

I was not aware
that a GTG member

was involved in Zeke's death.

You care to elaborate?

No?

I'll just do my job,
look into it.

You know, I always assumed

that your nephew, or son...

Zeke, he caught a bullet
meant for Dante Spears.

Case of mistaken identity.

But now...

I'm really starting
to think that...

he was gonna rat your ass out

and run away with Dante Spears,
and- and you killed him.

I did everything for Zeke!

Like stringing up Carrie
so he could find her?

Cane help you out with that?

Is that why you gave him
the penthouse?

-That was Zeke's inheritance.
-Fuck you.

Quit trying to lay your
jealous-ass guilt trip on me

because you couldn't protect
yo' bitch.

You the type that'd kill her

and try to blame the shit
on me.

All right, that's enough.

Enough.

We're done.

What the hell was that?

We agreed
you'd let me handle it.

We didn't agree to shit.

You said what you said.
I said what I said.

Yes, and now
his pussy-whipped ass

is about to go look into GTG
about Zeke's death.

Should we be worried?

I mean, about that
or all of his talk

about Dante Spears?

You tell me.

You think he knows about
the money for Zeke's defense?

Look, clearly this motherfucker
is on one.

We need to take his ass down.

I can file a harassment claim
with the NYPD,

but they cover their own.

And you're no angel,
so it won't stick.

But it creates a record

for a pattern
of, uh, obsessive behavior

that we can use
to discredit him.

Look, this shit better work.

It will. It will.

But you need to keep it
spotless.

If he's working with the Feds,

you'd be just the first domino
to fall.

Fuck.

We need to talk to Tariq.

Oh, God.

-Hey.
-Hey.

What the fuck is this?

Is that your first paycheck?

Seems like a reason

-to celebrate.
-Mm-mm.

I'll split it with you
if you get the next order.

Nah, girl,
this little-ass check

ain't nothing to celebrate.

But...

where'd you get it?

I heard things dried up
around here

after your brother and all.

Yeah, that's what both he
and Effie told me,

but no way this isn't them.

Facts.

I don't know who they think
they fooling.

Yeah.

Yeah, this place is part

of the Weston portfolio.

I-I went into the database
and just listed it as leased.

We're good. Can we please talk

about how we're gonna move
all this product?

What's that legal drug
these motherfuckers

bring into every building
on Wall Street

every single day?

I don't know.
Ritalin? Adderall?

No, nigga. Caffeine.

Okay,
so they're running coffee.

Who the fuck cares?

Yeah, we're gonna do
the same thing.

We run our product
through coffee orders.

We send our delivery boys
with cups with false bottoms

with the product
right in there.

They can walk right in.

Okay, but we can't just kill

every drug dealer
on Wall Street.

They'll know
there's competition.

Obviously we can't do that,

but we can sell better product
at a better price--

undercut the competition,
maneuver their customers.

The rate that we'll be moving
all of this shit,

we won't even notice a dip
in the profit.

Okay, I like it,
but how do we collect?

I mean,
all those individual orders,

exposed bullpens--

you know hand-to-hands
are a bitch.

Hmm.

Yeah, you right. I don't know.

Shit can't get too sticky.

Maybe we make them
pay online, but--

What, with credit cards?

You know what?

I think I actually might have
an idea, but...

...dare I say it,
we're gonna have

to talk to our partners
about this one.

Yeah, it's just like
a Wall Street CourseCorrect,

but instead of tutoring,

we sell
the motherfuckers coffee.

People make their orders
online,

and we deliver straight
to their desks

with our product hidden
in the cups.

Nice work, Tariq.

Making them real Starbucks now.

- Mm-hmm.

But if any
of these Wall Street niggas

decide to use
their credit card,

that can lead right back
to Flat White

and Macchiato here.

Well, that's why we keep
those transactions separate.

First they buy
our crypto coins online.

One dollar equals one coin.

I mean, no one's gonna blink

at investors
speculating, right?

Once the coin's bought,

it remains
completely anonymous.

Then they use that coin
to buy coffee through the app.

If anything's traced,
it'll just lead back

to our investors at CrashCoin.

The best part is,

the money's
already fuckin' laundered.

And if any of them decides
to talk,

you gonna handle that,
right, Belfort?

And not ask one of us to do it.

I mean, these guys
are low-key criminals.

All they really care about
is the percentage.

They're not gonna talk.

Listen,
we got our shit handled.

How y'all handing y'all shit
over there?

Oh, we handling this shit
the old-fashioned way--

niggas with guns.

We're meeting up
with some of our old folks,

Uncle Frank's boys,
to get shit handled.

Uncle Frank?

The same rat-ass nigga I met
at your mom's house?

Hey, if they're anything
like their old man,

it's gonna be
a Castillo family reunion.

But for now,
take out their connect,

force them to use us,

then we use them
to take Brooklyn.

All right, so that's it, then.

Y'all go ahead
and day-trade and barista,

and we'll take the streets.

- Yeah.

Ah, shit, I gotta take this.

Yeah, I'm out, too.

All right, I'ma just chop it up
with Brayden real quick.

I'm good.

I'll link up
with you later, 'Riq.

All right.

What up, my guy?

What are we doin'?
We hitting a jewelry store?

Goin' to a trap house?
What's good?

You're killing the connect.

He's Russian. You're white.

Ah, using the race card.
I get it. I get it.

No, it's called
an alibi, stupid, okay?

Castillos can't think
it was us,

and the Russians can't think
it was them.

Okay, well, this all seems
pretty high-stakes.

Why are you always coming
to me for this--

Just shut the fuck up
and listen.

Yeah, I-I got you. Mm-hmm.

You're gonna wait around back
of his church

and pop him
once he leaves Mass.

-It's simple.
-Church?

Dude, I went
to a Catholic middle school.

Ah, fuck.

I am really going
to fuckin' hell, huh?

Oh, your seat's
already reserved,

especially after you killing
your bestie's girlfriend.

This right here
should be easy, right?

Yeah, fuck it. Say less.

-My guy.
-All right.

I'll catch up with you later.

Monet?

What's going on?

The cop that pulled Zeke in
is trying to pin

that professor bitch's
death on me.

-Detective Whitman, right?
- Yeah.

Seems you were right about
those eyes on the penthouse.

Whitman's grudge
has him digging all up

in Dante Spears' shit.

And with what he knows,
he could have help.

Shit, I mean,
if he's on Monet about Dante,

then he's definitely onto me.

Motherfucker been sniffing
around Stansfield

for all them bodies, too.

-Yeah, I'll take care of him.
- No.

I have a plan to take him
out of play.

Just...

keep your distance from Monet
and the penthouse until then.

Keep your head on a swivel.

Always.

What's up with him?

How'd it go with Cane?

Tell him.

He wants me to off
that connect.

Why?

It's payback for Dru helping us
with the personal trainer.

But why the fuck
didn't he ask me?

You ain't never killed
nobody before.

Tejadas need an alibi,
so it needs to be a white guy.

I don't know, B.
This is a big fuckin' move.

I think we should figure out
a different way.

Fuck, no. Cane's right.
It's gotta be him.

Brayden, you were gonna have
to man up at some point.

Yeah, yeah, you're right. Bet.

We'll be there to back you up.

Yeah, 100%.

All right, look,
I'ma go grab us some guns,

come back, meet up with y'all.

We'll figure
this shit out, okay?

Mm-hmm.

Are you gonna be able
to do it this time?

Do I have a choice?

What was I supposed to do?
They invited me.

This harassment filing says you
badgered her at her own bar.

-It's a fucking drug front.
-What did you ask her about?

You didn't mention
Dante Spears, did you?

Oh, puta madre.

Look, this--
this harassment charge,

this isn't gonna stick.

Yeah, but you lied to us.

You used us to get to Monet,

and you didn't give a shit
about our investigation.

And now that you
mentioned Dante Spears,

she knows exactly
what we're after.

And if she knows, Tariq knows.

I know your boss personally.

You'll be suspended
by the morning.

Ask me how many fucks I give.

Good luck with your RICO.
You're gonna need it.

Fuckin' A.

It's my fault
for bringing him in.

I'm sorry.

No, he's a loose cannon.

And Monet's Teflon.

We need to prove
that she and Tariq

are in a criminal conspiracy
together.

-Fuck.
-I have an idea.

You're not gonna like it.

So, transferring
to Stansfield, huh?

Was that just another one
of your scams?

- My scams?
-Yeah.

What are you talking about?
Who am I scamming?

You?

This can't be about product,
so it's gotta be about Tariq.

Were you hoping to find him
up here?

This is about all y'all lying
to me about everything.

Acting like nobody's moving
weight on Stansfield

because it's too hot?

From the looks of things,
obviously it's not.

-When did I say that?
- Oh, you didn't.

-Cane did.
-Well, there you go.

That's your problem.

I'm not the one lying to you,
so are we cool here or what?

But you are the one who told me
fucking with Tariq

was a bad look.

-Looks are deceiving, I guess.
-Yeah.

I did, and I meant that shit
for you.

He didn't see you
how you saw him.

Tariq and I, we're just...

...we're just different.

Seriously, Di...

I was just trying to help you
not get hurt.

You could have told me.

Yeah. And that's my bad.

But I'm not fightin'
over no nigga, so...

he doesn't have
to come between us.

You should work with us.

We could use you.

Effie, I ain't trying
to fight over a nigga either,

especially Tariq.

But I'm definitely not about
to work with y'all.

I'm good.

-You good?
- Yeah.

On your candy-store salary?

Yep. On my candy-store salary.

I never wanted
my family's life anyway.

Y'all two can have it.

So you the white boy
Davis has on my case.

Yeah, yeah, I am white.

Uh, but Cooper's fine, Theo.

Cooper Saxe.

I'm really, really sorry

to hear
about your medical situation.

-My uncle was diag--
-Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Do I look like your therapist?

Don't you have some lawyering
you came here for?

Just establishing rapport,
but, yes.

You know, I really, uh,
just had two questions.

Uh, one--how tall are you,
Mr. Rollins?

What the fuck kinda question
is that?

Well, it's just your--
your medical records

list you at, uh,
five feet, 11 inches,

but the public defender's
report

states that the assailant--
six-three, six-four.

W-were you aware of this?

Uh, maybe you were wearing
lifts that night?

I don't judge.

Of course I didn't know.

Why would I take that deal
if I did?

See? Th-th-th-that--

that was my next question.

Right there...

proof you knew
of the height discrepancy.

But why go along with it?

Were you coerced?

Or...

maybe you were protecting
someone.

Who were you with that night?

I don't care what that says.

Bitch ain't say shit
about height.

But I'll let my brother know
you stopped by.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

it's time for my Jell-O,
motherfucker.

So...

who was that lovely lady
I met you with?

Oh, Angela? Oh, no, no, no.

That was just, uh, you know,
a date.

-You know? Nothing serious.
-A d--

You brought a date
to a memorial?

-Rashad.

Come on.

Did somebody advise you
to do that?

Honestly...

you're the only real
relationship I've ever had.

-Oh, stop it.
-I'm serious.

-Stop.
-No, no, no.

I mean, after that, uh,

might I remind you,
when you broke up with me--

You remember how you left me
high and dry?

-Shut up.
-Just broke a brother...

-Okay. All right.
-...completely down?

-So true, true. That's true.
-I, um...

I just put all my energy
into my work,

my career.

Maybe too much.

I'm really, uh...

I'm really happy to see you.

Yeah.

Me too.

I missed you.

You missed me?

Yeah.

-Hey, pendejo.

What's going on?

Uh, it's just the way us cops
greet each other.

Uh, sorry, Harper,

but I'm gonna have to catch up
with you a little bit later.

-You okay?
-Yeah. Always.

I'll call you right after.

-Okay.
-All right.

See you.

Wow. She's so far
out of your league,

you two dating
should be illegal.

I like a nice challenge.

Ah, I see that you have...
made new friends, Jenny.

Yeah. And we're concerned.

You know, for a candidate

running
on an anti-drug platform,

you seem to know
a lot of drug dealers.

Ladies, I don't know
who you're disparaging,

but if they're drug dealers,

isn't your job to convict them?

You perjured yourself
on both our cases, Rashad.

And we can't find anything
that'll stick.

I mean, that takes talent,
dirtbag talent.

You might make
a great congressman.

-"Might"?
-It's really hard to quantify

what gives someone
that winning edge.

Or what fucks them up the ass.

You know, the eye of the law
and the public eye,

they play
by such different rules.

Oh, you know me.

I'm always on the side
of justice.

Tariq St. Patrick.

St. Patrick...

yeah, well, he came to me
for an internship.

I turned him away.

Uh, he took an internship
elsewhere--

Weston Holdings.

Yeah, but it shouldn't be
anything illegal, of course,

because he's just working
with an old friend of his--

Brayden Weston,

the kid who actually confessed
to being the drug dealer.

Right?

Right. Yeah.

Well, we'll be in touch,
Rashad.

Hey, um, did you order
these pierogies?

-Fuck off.

It's just a question.

Come on, B, do that shit.

Could you help me out?
It's a gig economy.

He can't do this shit.

You have to give him a chance.

This your car?

Uh, yeah, see, uh,

they don't tip if the pierogies
aren't hot, so...

Move your fucking car.

Wai--

Let's get the fuck out of here.

We need a table, please.

We don't do walk-ins.

Thank you.

Holy shit,
that was intense.

Yeah. Y'all good?

Yeah, fine. Totally. Sure.

Yeah.

I just really thought
I could pull the trigger,

but I fucking froze, like Elsa.

Yeah, Elsa would have pulled
the fucking trigger, Brayden.

-You're not helping, Effie.
- Listen, don't trip.

We all got our skills,
all right?

And as a family,
we watch each other's back,

and we play our parts.

That's how it goes.

You literally saved
my life, 'Riq.

That's what I'm here for, B.
You're my brother.

I'ma do what has to be done,
always.

Look,
that's not the last we heard

of the Russians, though,
all right?

We gotta keep our fucking heads
on a swivel.

-Mm.
-Facts.

I'll be right back.

Fuck.

Okay.

Look, you know,
with the Russians

out of Cane and Dru's way

and, you know, our--

our Wall Street plan
coming together,

I really think we can hit
Noma's quota.

Man, Tariq,
this is a shit ton of product.

Yes, which means a shit ton
of money.

And now that I don't gotta pay
for Davis

or cop my mom
any little petty favors--

Look, with all this money
coming in,

we're gonna hit your number
faster than you think.

Maybe.

I don't like to count on shit.

Mm. I feel you.

I mean, but when you do hit
your number, what you think?

You--you outta this or what?

Tariq, you just killed a man.

Do you really wanna be looking
over your shoulder

for the rest of your life?

But what if we don't gotta look
over our shoulders, Effie?

We could watch
each other's back,

just like my mom and my dad.

-But smarter.
-Tariq, I--

Listen...

if you met my mom,

which you will, you know,
if everything goes

the way it's supposed to go,

you'll see that she was
the fuckin' mastermind

behind all of this shit.

She had everything figured out.

It was my dad
that fucked everything up.

All right?
But I'm not like my dad.

I'm smarter than him.
I'm better than him, Effie.

So what?

We gonna be like the Stansfield
Bonnie and Clyde?

-Fuck, no.

We gonna be like
Thomasine and Bushrod.

Who the fuck are they?

Listen, it's an old-ass
classic, and it's fire.

It was actually
my mom's favorite.

Mm. You're crazy.

You know that, right?

A little bit.

Remember the G's right, Dru?

Looks like you grew up.

You too.

Used to be, uh...

Fat.

Yeah, I got a trainer.

So...

Cane, all of that still doesn't
explain how our connect

catches a bullet
right when you're coming to us

with this chance of a lifetime.

What's there to explain?

We heard
about your predicament,

and we come to you
with a solve.

Everybody wins here.

Nah, ain't nobody agreed
to a damn thing yet.

-One of you did that shit.
- How?

It's a whole lot of melanin
in here.

From what I heard,
it was a white boy who did it.

Could've been one
of his own people.

No.

No, his people say
the shooter was Black...

like you, Cane.

Come on, man, you really think
I set you up like that?

That ain't even my style.

It's too messy.

I would've just popped each
of you and moved in.

That what you did here?

You just shot the last tenant
and you moved in?

Cane was with me
bagging product all night...

for our crews downtown.

Yeah, and I did most of it
while Dru here

was chasing ass
on his damn phone.

Where you hear
about a white dude?

I'm telling y'all,
something ain't right.

I heard it...

from some stupid kid.

But you know what?
It doesn't matter...

because this is the way
it should be.

Our families working
on bigger things together.

Your father would've loved it
that way.

Exactly.

Family first.

All right.

Come on.

I put my son Cane in charge
of the business.

Fuck this.

And if majority rules,
who wasn't in favor?

It doesn't matter.

Everyone was heard,
right, Gordo?

It was a group decision,
and we all stand by it.

You good with that?

I love it.

So, fellas, how do we celebrate
getting money together?

Nah, maybe another time.

I'll be in touch.

So Cane is in charge now
all of a sudden?

There's some bullshit going
on between you two.

Beautifully done, Pops.

Hey, you
a damn good actor, man.

I'm going home, Cane.

Hold up.

You really held it down
back there.

But that, uh...

..."stupid kid"

and family-first shit with Dru

felt extra,

so I'ma need you
to move extra weight.

Give Mom a hug for me.

Ah...

You visited Theo Rollins.

Oh, you mean your brother.

I did.

Why do you ask, Davis?

Yes, Cooper,
Theo is my brother.

Why do you think
this was so important to me?

Now, I would've told you
sooner--

Cut the bullshit, Davis.

You know,
before visiting Theo,

I stopped by the, uh,
public defender's office.

Stand up straight, you're what,

uh, six-two, six-three?

Yeah.

You know, I have
a brother, too,

but I wouldn't let him
sit in prison

for a crime I did.

You don't think I wanted
to confess, hmm?

Hell, I tried.

But our family made a choice,
or rather Theo did.

Come on. Seriously?

You could've got
this whole case tossed.

I was 21, Cooper.

Just got accepted
to Columbia Law.

I didn't know the system
like I do now.

All right? Then they...

...they pushed that deal on us.

Look, no way in hell
I'd have let Theo sign that

if I knew what would happen.

Well...

it makes sense that
they would escalate charges

-and apply plea pressure.
-Yes.

The victim
was a cop's brother.

But I'd bet that if they
redacted the files like that...

evidence
was also tampered with.

See, this is why I need you.

You know
how your old office works,

how they use innocent people
of color

to cover their own bullshit.

You can expose
it all, Cooper...

and save my brother's life.

I can't believe I agree
with you.

I'm gonna help you
get Theo out.

Yes.

Fuck.

Um, come in.

Papi, I wasn't expecting you.

You busy?

Uh, yeah, uh...

More family stuff.

I'll talk to you later,
I guess.

Yeah.

What's going on, papi?
Is it Cane?

The way he's been acting--

Noma's got your brother
thinking he's fucking Mecca,

and he's in way over his head.

I'm doing all I can
to protect us,

to protect you, all of this.

But you were right.

I need your help.

I hate askin',

especially knowing
how much trouble

Tariq brought to this place.

Yeah.

Cane said Stansfield
was too hot right now.

He ain't wrong,
but we don't have a choice.

So...

if you keep your circle tight
and you're careful,

this new job that you got
is the perfect cover.

Okay.

I'll do it.

I'm sorry, mamita,

but I wouldn't be asking
if I didn't have to.

I can handle it.

You and Ma
taught me everything.

Okay.

I'm proud of you.

I know.

Be safe.

Yo, why the fuck
am I still looking at this cop?

You said
you was gonna handle this.

And I am.

Like I said,
our harassment claim

wouldn't solve the problem,
but we stirred the pot.

It seems our boy
was put on desk duty.

Well, unless his desk is my
curb, you ain't handled shit.

Okay, don't--don't do that,
Mrs. Tejada, all right?

I will handle this...

if you stick to the plan.

Get a record
of every time he shows up,

and we'll get him off
the streets.

Yeah, a'ight.

Let's see what we got.

Okay.

Oh, this shit is pretty slick.

Yeah. You could fit
a few grams in there--

pills, vials, weed,
all that shit.

Yeah, online site's up.

Links to No Cap, All Frap
have been sent out

to our Weston Holding
customers.

Then they'll be able
to buy CrashCoin

in exchange for coffee,
and once the word gets out...

- It's fuckin' over.
- Yes, sir.

Wait, am I reading this right?

There's orders
coming in already.

Coming in hot.

-Damn.

And Noma might not kill us.

Man, where the fuck
are these Jamaica Ave boys

with the beans?

Yo.

This is pretty smart, Brayden,

I mean, for you.

Okay, well,
we needed all of us,

including Tariq.

Did you have something
to do with Tariq

losing his Tate internship?

I did what I needed to do.

Brayden.

You know he's gonna
completely flip his shit

when he finds out.

You can't just lie
to him like that.

Oh?

You had no problem lying

when I wanted
to tell Tariq about Lauren.

Now all of a sudden,
it's a problem?

Besides, this is just
a little white-collar lie.

-Mm.
-See what I did there?

Hmm.

For, like, two seconds,
you were cool.

Just help me unload this shit.

-Mm-hmm.

Are you good?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Tell Tariq I'll be back.
I'll be back.

Cane, what the fuck?

Unless you got a thing
for blackface,

I know you didn't pull
that fucking trigger.

Now, I told you needed
to do this, not Tariq.

Okay, it wasn't--
Tariq wasn't even there.

Okay, let's say I believe that.

Then who's
the dumb motherfucker

you hired to kill the connect?
And you better not fucking lie.

Cane, I didn't hire anyone,

but he's dead,
so it's all good, right?

Nah, it's not all good.

Nah, this is twice I told you
to end someone.

Now, if this random
motherfucker did this one

and you called Dru
to do the trainer,

who the fuck
killed snitch bitch, huh?

Or is she still breathing?

Okay, okay, Cane.

Cane, are you
fucking kidding me?

You saw the news.
Lauren's dead.

Yeah, I saw the news,
and we both know

you didn't do the shit,
so who did it?

-I need a name now, Brayden.
-Your hands are clean.

If I give you a name, you might
as well have done it yourself.

Okay.

I want you to know you almost
got us all fucked up.

Now, your ass still owes me
a body

that I intend to collect.

-Do you hear me?
-Yes, Cane.

Now get the fuck outta here

while I'm still feeling
generous.

Yo, Effie. Where you at?
We need to talk.