All language subtitles for POWER - S04 E03 - The Kind of Man You Are (720p - BluRay)

Ghost". Previously on "Power"...

Tommy". Me and Ghost killed Lobos
to start over, but it was never about that.

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

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

Knox: I know Tommy
Egan killed Ruiz,

and I know the two of
you killed Lobos together.

You are under
arrest for the murder

of Special Agent Gregory Knox.

I don't want you discussing
your father's arrest with anyone.

- He did that shit. He guilty as fuck.
- I knew it.

- (bone cracks)
- (grunts)

His business partner's a
guy named Thomas Egan.

Milan is gone. I'm
the new connect now.

"Ghost on phone". Andre,
I'm gonna need you to step up.

I got everything on lock.

"Ghost". What are you
doing to get me out?

Proctor". They got your fingerprints
and your DNA under Greg's fingernails.

I don't know what
other evidence they got.

Got something.

Proctor: They think you
killed Greg to protect Tommy.

I think they're gonna try and
prove that Tommy is Ghost

so they can prosecute
both of you guys.

- Murder one for St. Patrick.
- We're gonna bury him.

Literally. DOJ approved
the death penalty.

Tommy, I need you to
take care of my family.

| 90'! You.

♪ They say this
is a big, rich town a'

♪ I just come from
the poorest part ♪

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

♪ This is where it goes down a'

♪ I just happen
to come up hard a'

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

♪ I never took a
straight path nowhere a'

♪ Life's full of
twists and turns ♪

♪ Bumps and
bruises, I live, I learn 4'

♪ I'm from that city full of
yellow cabs and skyscrapers a'

♪ It's hard to get a start in
these parts without paper I'

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

♪ That corner every 15
minutes, they moving seven ♪

♪ Pure snow, bag
it, then watch it go ♪

♪ Occupational options,
get some blow or some hos a'

♪ Shoot the ball or the
strap, learn to rap or to jack a'

♪ Fuck it, man, in the meantime,
go 'head and pump a pack ♪

♪ This my regal, royal flow,
my James Bond bounce a'

♪ That 007, that's
62 on my count ♪

♪ I'm an undercover liar,
I lie under the covers ♪

♪ Look a bitch in the eyes
and tell her, "Baby, I love ya" ♪

♪ You're my inspiration,
you're my motivation ♪

♪ You're the reason that I'm
moving with no hesitation ♪

♪ They say this
is a big, rich town a'

♪ Yeah, I just come
from the poorest part ♪

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

♪ This is where it goes down a'

- ♪ Oh, yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I just happen
to come up hard a'

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

(music playing)

(horn blaring)

(church bell tolls)

(elevator bell chimes)

♪ Who'll mend this
broke beat star? ♪

- ♪ Who's strength do I speak of? ♪
- (elevator bell chimes)

♪ Climbing deep burning ♪

♪ Climbing deeper ♪

♪ Kinda deep burning a'

(church bell tolling)

♪ Who's words that I
spoke now storm? ♪

♪ I keep it turning a'

♪ It's climbing deep burning a'

♪ Climbing deeper ♪

♪ Kinda deeper a'

(church bell resonating)

Proctor should be
here in a minute.

You get any sleep?

(chuckles)

So... did you do it?

No.

I didn't do it.

Indignant.

Juries don't find that likable.

- We'll have to work on that.
- (door opens)

Hey, James.

You already met Terry?

Not exactly.

James St. Patrick, Terry Silver.

Silver's gonna be our
second-chair counsel.

He has a three-to-one
success rate

against federal capital
punishment cases.

Silver, why don't you tell
James what we discussed?

The Feds are gonna argue
that you killed Agent Knox

to protect Thomas Egan from
prosecution from the death of Felipe Lobos.

Now, I understand from Joe that
you're still very close with Egan.

- I am.
- So we can't attack the motive,

but if we can establish an alibi

or at least a timeline

that makes you killing
Agent Knox impossible,

motive won't matter.

I want you to walk me through
the day Agent Knox was killed.

Don't leave anything out.

We already went through this.

Both: Go through it again.

I got to Truth in the morning.

I met with you, Proctor,
and Karen Bassett.

I was there the rest
of the day, and then...

(scoffs) I can't protect you
unless I know everything, so...

And then I broke into Greg's
apartment, looking for any sign

that he and Angela
were back together.

I heard about you
and AUSA Valdes.

I didn't kill him, all right?
I went in. He wasn't there.

- I looked around, I left. That was it.
- (scoffs)

- No, I know. Not helpful.
- Not at all.

Wait a minute.

His phone wasn't there.

Why does that matter?

I was helping AUSA Valdes look
for a suspected mole in her office,

a prosecutor, a federal agent
who was working with Lobos.

It matches the phone I found
when we were looking for the mole.

But it wasn't there when I
was in Knox's apartment,

so I'm telling you whoever killed him
must have left that phone to frame him.

- It worked.
- It's a nice story.

Do you have any proof?

No, I don't.

I'm telling you,
I didn't do this.

I'm not here to judge
your innocence, brother.

I'm here to save your life.

Go. I release you. Go get
smarter than your Uncle Tommy.

- All right, see ya.
- All right.

'Riq, 'Riq, hold up a minute.

- See you, baby girl.
- See ya.

- (indistinct chatter)
- (ignition clicks)

Yo, man, what's up with you?
Why all the shade to your mom?

Oh, it's nothing. I'm fine.

'Riq, it's an uncle's job to
make sure you're all right.

Look, I know it's hard on you. It's
hard on everyone, including your mom.

She needs your help.

I don't really care about
helping her or my dad right now.

I don't even care
if he goes away.

Probably did it anyway.

Yeah, well, he told
me that he didn't.

Uncle Tommy, he
lies about everything.

Pretty sure he's
lying about this, too.

Yeah, he don't
always tell the truth.

I don't always trust him either.

But, Tariq, I swear
to God, I do about this.

Look, Tariq, I
didn't have a dad.

No one looking out for me
at all when I was your age.

Whatever may be true about him,

your dad would never

put our family at risk
by shooting that cop.

Maybe you haven't been around
us that much until now, but...

the family's not that
important to him anymore.

(school bell rings)

I'm late.

All right.

- Go do good.
- (car door shuts)

Hmm. (inhales sharply)

"Julio Antonio Moreno."

- It's "hoo-|io."
- Hmm?

_ |t__ - How long
have you known, uh,

James St. Patrick
and Tommy Egan?

Can you really
ever know anybody?

(chuckles)

You know, I know I
can do this all day.

Mike: "Andre Coleman,
misdemeanor theft,

charge of felony
assault, dropped,

and a felony conviction of
possession with intent to distribute."

When did you meet James
St. Patrick and Tommy Egan?

That's not in your
little sheet there, bro?

Look, man, I met them working
at their Wash 'N Fold, okay?

I worked for James' club, Truth.

"Saxe". And aside
from the Wash 'N Folds,

were St. Patrick and Egan in
any other businesses together?

Did St. Patrick ever
help his buddy Egan

working for the Lobos Cartel?

Who?

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- No?

"Mike". What about Greg Knox?

Ever overhear St.
Patrick mention him?

How he might plan to kill him

- to protect himself or Egan?
- Andre: Absolutely not.

James isn't the type of guy
who would... kill somebody.

Saxe: So then you wouldn't
know anything about St. Patrick

planning the murder of Agent
Greg Knox to protect Tommy Egan?

Nah.

That sounds like a crime to me.

And I happen to
be totally clean, so...

(uaughs)

- Totally clean?
- (chuckles)

Because, uh, that,

would suggest that you're a
member of the Toros Locos gang.

Unless you just have problems
remembering your phone number

or need a faster way
to end job interviews?

I used to be a Toro, bro, okay?

Not anymore.

God, that's... that's funny.

Aren't the Toros
"blood in, blood out"?

Well, you see, the Wash N' Fold,

it offered me better
medical and dental.

Look, you seem
like a smart... ish guy.

If you're dirty,
I'm gonna find out.

You shouldn't be
so loyal to St. Patrick.

I doubt he'd be
that loyal to you.

"Andre". See, you
gotta understand this.

Most people like James
who make it out the hood,

they turn their back on it.

He ain't like that.

He hires people who...

who fucked up, like me.

That man looked out for
me when he didn't have to.

He put himself on the
line and made a deal

to get me out of
the Toros Locos.

He couldn't have killed anybody.

That's who he is.

That's who he is.

You've known Tommy
and Tasha a long time.

Tommy since Tasha met
James, about 13 years?

I know Tommy.

Not that Well.

So you can't describe the nature of
his relationship with James St. Patrick?

(chuckles) They're men.

They play video games
and watch football.

Right. Tasha's
really your friend.

Since the second grade.

And I don't care
what you ask me,

I ain't gonna say
nothing against her.

I wouldn't ask you to do that.

I just want to
clarify some facts.

When did James St. Patrick
move out of the marital residence?

(Uaughs)

I think you know the
answer to that one.

- Please answer the question.
- A little while ago.

But he moved back in.

To sleep in the office, I think.

Since you're friends so long,

I'm sure you knew Tasha
sold her wedding ring, right?

If that's what it says.

She didn't tell you?

When exactly did you start receiving
her personal bank statements?

I don't know.

I ain't the god
damn post office.

Ms. Grant, you
don't have a record.

You haven't committed a crime.

As far as I can tell,
you're a good person.

Answer my questions
and you can get back

to your life, your
shop, your son.

If you don't cooperate,
I can't help you.

See, the thing is,

you already know the answers
to these questions you askin' me.

You know when he moved out,

when he was
sleeping on the couch,

when she sold her ring.

Because of you.

He left her for you.

Soto your knowledge,

they were no longer
functioning as husband and wife?

- Proctor: And that's all you said?
- Yeah.

- I didn't say anything bad, T, trust me.
- Hmm.

I only copped to the shit about you
and James that Angela already knew.

There's no incriminating information
you could have told her, right?

No.

But you should've kept
your damn mouth shut.

I did the best I could.

Why the fuck was she
asking me all that anyway?

Because she's a bitch!

Well, actually,
Mrs. St. Patrick...

What?

Well, if they can prove that your
marriage to James was really over,

a business
arrangement at this point,

they may be able to
break spousalpflvflege.

- Shit.
- The fuck does that mean?

Silver: Angela would
argue before a judge

that you are now more of
an accomplice than a wife.

She could force you
to testify against James.

And if you refuse, she
could prosecute you.

(Sighs)

Even if all you
could say is that

James wasn't home the
night Agent Knox was killed,

a jury would take
that very seriously.

So now she's coming after me?

- I knew this would happen.
- All right, don't worry.

We will protect you.
That's what we're here for.

But from now on, no talking
to anyone without us present.

That goes for both of you, okay?

It's gonna be all right.

(Sighs)

Do you really think she
would testify against him?

If they threaten her
with prosecution?

She got three very
good reasons to talk.

- We gotta get that DNA thrown out.
- (elevator bell chimes)

(Sighs)

- I'm sorry, T.
- (elevator doors shut)

No.

Listen, 'Keisha,
I'll protect you.

They ain't never
getting shit from me.

(indistinct conversations)

(door buzzes, clanks)

(cell phone beeps)

(line ringing)

- Man on phone: Hey, Tony.
- Sammy.

What'd you raise on Egan?

He's a boss from Queens.

Come up with some
moolie who went by "Ghost."

Started out slinging dope on
the corners, worked their way up.

I don't know who the
fuck this Ghost is, though.

So what you
assholes are telling me

is that not only did we not
get anything from the people

we interviewed that
were actually criminals,

but St. Patrick is the hood's
fairy fuckin' godmother?

Saxe: Moreno and
Coleman both said.

St. Patrick saved them
from the streets. It's bullshit.

Moreno wouldn't talk unless
we had something on him.

Same with Coleman
and his choir boy routine.

I got a Josh Kantos.

Former manager
at the Truth nightclub

when Egan and St.
Patrick were co-owners.

Says he's got information, but
he's demanding full immunity.

He's shopping for
an insurance policy,

or he has an axe to grind.

Either way, he's a
soft snitch. I don't like it.

Angela, did you get anything?

The LaKeisha Grant
interview was productive.

I think I could make a
convincing argument

to break spousal privilege,

but I don't know if that's
the route we should take.

We need the option to call
Tasha St. Patrick as a witness.

The jury will eat that
up, so would the press.

I'm not sure she would talk.

Mike: But Proctor
won't be sure either.

So it's pressure at the least,
putting her on the witness list.

If we threaten her
with prosecution

and she doesn't talk, are
we going through with it?

Their kids are blameless, John.

Is that our goal, to put
them in the system?

Our goal is to put
a murderer in jail.

He should have thought about
his kids before he pulled that trigger.

What kind of man is
St. Patrick, Angela?

You know him best.
Did he do this or not?

- He did it.
- Then his kids are collateral damage.

Not our concern.
We go for the win.

Yo, yo yo, stop! Where you going?
Why would you move that here?

What are yous doing?

You guys always move shit
in the fucking wrong place.

Hey, hey-

- Where's Julio?
- What? Our new distributor?

He is nowhere to be
found, and I just got word

we are getting our first
shipment in two days.

The first shipment
under our management.

Tommy, we cannot
have any mistakes.

Chicago's already pissed that
Ghost's legal woes are not over.

Any investigation into
a man connected to us

is big fucking problem.

All right, well, I got all this
shit to deal with, all right?

Just relax.

This ain't my first
dog and pony show.

' Okay_ ' Okay?

- I got it.
- Good.

'Cause it doesn't matter how
many eyes are on you right now.

Chicago expects us
to keep product running

through the club, no exceptions.

It's what we offered them, when
we sold them on killing Milan.

Turn up your fuckin'
Beltones, Petar.

I got this.

(indistinct chatter)

(cell phone chimes)

Ethan: Hey, baby girl.

Funny, um, your dad didn't
mention murder on Career Day.

(boylaughs)

- Shut up, Ethan.
- What, are you gonna cry?

- Think she's gonna cry?
- (laughter)

Raina: 'Riq, let go!

Come on, 'Riq,
just, please, let go!

Tell the office I
went home sick.

(gasps)

The fuck are you
guys looking at?!

- (indistinct talking)
- Raina: 'Riq!

Tariq, stop. Just wait!

(Sighs)

(camera shutter clicking)

Mr. St. Patrick, if your
DNA was planted...

Not "if."

It was planted.

Then that means
one of three things.

It's an out-and-out
fraud, a lab mistake,

or they had to collect the skin cells
from somewhere in order to plant them.

Did you have any contact at
all with Agent Knox that day,

before or after you
broke into his apartment?

Well, yeah, after, when he pulled
me over that night like I told Angela.

Wait, what? Valdes knows
the pull-over happened?

Fuck yeah, she knew.
I told her the next day.

Motherfucker slammed
me against my car.

Ohh, fuck me.

That's how they
found my DNA on him.

When he put his
fucking hands on me.

Oh, shit, Proctor.

Here, look at the
prosecution's timeline

of Agent Knox's
movements that day.

He went to the Ruiz crime scene,

the office, and he called and
visited a man named Bailey Markham.

Nothing about a traffic stop.

Proctor: Even though
Valdes knows it happened.

I think I know how we can
get the DNA thrown out.

Mm-hmm.

So have your investigators find
any record of that pull-over they can.

I'm on it.

(door opens)

We're gonna need your testimony

to lay the timeline of
Agent Knox's movements

the day he was killed.

He both called and visited you.

Knox came to me to discuss

his suspicions of
St. Patrick and Egan.

Suspicions? Knox and
Egan were working together.

He gave Egan the inside
information that got Lobos killed.

So you're committed
to this bullshit

about Knox being the mole?

I know it's hard to accept,
but I'm sorry, it's true.

It's not true.

He called me
that night to tell me

he could prove Angela
Valdes was Lobos' inside man.

Why did he call you?

How did you know he
called AUSA Sandoval?

What exactly do you
do at Homeland, sir?

What makes you think
Greg was the mole?

Agent Markham, we
have a piece of evidence

that we found in Agent
Knox's possession that...

- What's the evidence?
- Directly implicates him as the leak.

He was one of very few that knew
the specifics of Lobos' transfer.

- He also...
- Valdes helped St. Patrick

and Egan before, hasn't she?

Look, we're all here to
put away St. Patrick, right?

So we disagree on motive.

As long as we get the win,
what does the story matter?

The truth matters.

I can help you make your
case against St. Patrick,

if you investigate
Valdes as the mole

and present Greg as what he was,

a good man who was
killed in the line of duty.

I can't make that promise.

Well, I got nothing else to say.

Did Angela ask you
anything about me?

No.

She wanted to know
about Ghost and Tasha.

- Mm.
- Like when he moved out.

When she sold her ring.

- And Proctor said that if...
- Proctor?

- You talked to Proctor?
- Yeah.

- What did he want?
- He said...

Angela could force
Tasha to snitch on Ghost.

Something about her not
being his wife but his accomplice.

- What? Bullshit.
- No.

They said if she says
no, they can arrest her.

And you know if they do that,
she gonna give us up, Tommy,

to protect her kids.

(distant traffic honks)

Nah.

I wouldn't even blame her.

I mean, what are we supposed
to do if Tasha starts talking?

She won't.

'Keisha, she won't,
and they won't.

You know Tasha.

She's harder than...
Chinese algebra, all right?

She ain't gonna give
up you or anybody.

Come here.

Listen to me,

Proctor ain't gonna
let that happen.

Okay?

(exhales)

He ain't gonna let nothin'
happen to anybody.

(hip-hop music playing)

It's like a formula.

That's enough for this size.

You a'ight?

What's wrong with
you, little nigga?

You look all fucked up.

Dad, he might get the...

The death penalty for
killing that FBI agent.

Everybody in school's
talking about it.

Wonder how long my mom knew.

She ain't say a fucking word.

Hey, try not to think
about that family shit.

It don't matter.

What you gotta do is
take care of you, right?

Remember the plans I was
talking about? Well, it's time.

Ready to do some work?

I'm ready.

A'ight.

- Hi...
- Bailey. Greg's friend.

Your sister never called
me after the double date.

Oh, right. Right.

I hope it's all right,
me dropping by.

Sure. Come in.

It's been a while.

Actually, I saw you
at Greg's funeral.

Seemed like you were
trying to stay out of sight.

Yeah...

I didn't think Greg's family
would want to see me.

Yeah, I don't know
if they blame you,

but I do.

I know Greg was so focused
on St. Patrick because of you.

If you had never left Greg

for St. Patrick
in the first place,

Greg would still be alive.

Yes.

Being with James St. Patrick
was the biggest mistake of my life.

I blame myself, too.

Is that what you want to hear?

And now it seems the
best possible outcome

ends with both Greg
and Jamie dead.

That's the remedy our
justice system offers,

an eye for an eye.

But I am going to
see this through.

I would do anything
to get justice for Greg.

Anything?

Then you should clear his name

and finally admit
to being the mole.

I won't confess to
something I didn't do.

You're talking about justice, but
you won't do what it takes to get it?

You testify about St. Patrick,

I'll testify about Greg
trying to nail you both.

You go to jail, St.
Patrick gets the needle,

and Greg gets
colors on his grave.

Everybody gets
what they deserve.

(door opens)

(door shuts)

(muffled club music pounding)

- Ellen, nice work.
- I'm good with my hands.

Yeah, I bet you can
handle two at a time.

(door opens)

- What are you doing here, man?
- We gotta talk, bro.

(clears throat)

- What's up?
- What'd the Feds ask you about?

Usual shit, just fishing for
anything on Ghost and Tommy.

- You?
- Same, man.

Yeah.

So what'd you tell 'em?

(scoffs)

Not a goddamn thing.

(sniffs) Good.

So listen up, man, we got
way too much heat right now

to keep dealing in the club,
so we gonna shut it down,

Fight?

Girls, you can
stop. You're done.

(door opens, shuts)

Soo.

I forgot to finish the liquor
inventory at the VIP bar last night.

Could you do a
bottle check for me?

- Sure.
- A'ight.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

All right, listen,

you keep prepping these and don't
say shit to anybody else, especially her.

You and Greg were friends,
at least he thought so.

- (distant ship horn blares)
- I need your help.

I have a recording from a Cl

Greg was running off the
books to collar St. Patrick.

But instead, he
got Egan confessing

to killing Lobos with Ghost.

You fuckin' serious? With Ghost?

You mean Ghost and
Egan aren't the same guy?

We might be able to
clear Greg's name with it.

Does Egan identify
Ghost on the tape?

No.

Does he identify Angela
as the inside man?

No.

Then it contradicts our
narrative that Egan is Ghost

and St. Patrick was just
one of his associates,

but it doesn't prove
St. Patrick is Ghost.

And it does nothing to clear
Greg's name as the mole.

Yes, it does. It
changes the motive.

I think St. Patrick killed Greg

to stop him from arresting
Egan, Valdes, and himself.

St. Patrick is still the doer,
but Greg is not the mole.

(sighs) Fuck me in the ass.

Nice of you to join us.

Yo.

I just got questioned
by the Feds, bro.

- (sighs)
- So did Dre.

Look, they just fishing for
anything they can get, Tommy.

We're all good.

Yeah.

You all right?

Yeah, I just gotta
talk to somebody,

go get this warehouse in order.

The Serbs fucked
everything up again.

Our first shipment is
coming in two days.

- Yo, J.
- What's up?

This is the most important
shipment of your fucking life.

(indistinct conversations)

(inhales deeply)

You know, most guys,
they come in here...

they want everybody to
know how tough they are.

But you're hiding it.

When Biscuit tried
to fuck with you,

you snapped his wrist like
it was a fucking breadstick.

And there ain't no
candy-ass businessman

who can do that.

Listen, old man, I was
just trying to defend myself

like anybody else would.

No.

No, no. (Chuckles)

Not like anybody else, pal.

You knew exactly
what you were doing.

You just don't want
anybody to know who you are.

Right, Ghost?

Wrong guy-No.

You and Tommy Egan,

you come up together,
pushing drugs in Queens.

I said I don't know
what you're talking about.

All right, wrong gUY-All right.

Then you won't mind if I go to that
chink prosecutor with this, will you?

Mak?

What do you think he's gonna do
if I go to him and tell him I got proof

that you're Ghost?

How fast do you think
you'll get the needle then?

- Huh?
- What proof?

I ain't telling you shit.

You're either gonna pay me
and I'll keep my mouth shut,

or you ain't gonna pay me and I
ain't gonna keep my mouth shut.

Now, what's it gonna be?

What's your fucking price?

Bingo.

20,000 to this address.

And then every week after that.

And I want Egan
to make the drop.

'Cause ain't nobody else
gonna be as committed

to making sure I get my money

and that I lose
my singing voice.

Okay?

You get that done.

- Hey, Tommy, I was gonna call you.
- What the fuck is going on?

How close are the Feds to
bringing the heat down on us?

Us? Wh... Slow down.
What are you talking about?

Julio, Dre, LaKeisha
Grant, all getting pulled in.

She told me something about the Feds
trying to force Tasha to snitch on Ghost?

That's just a theory I have

about one of the prosecution's
angles about the case.

- We won't know anything till...
- No.

We are never gonna know

because you're gonna make
sure that never happens.

This heat never touches
Tasha and the kids or LaKeisha.

She good people,
she don't deserve this.

Tommy, don't worry, okay?

They just turning up the pressure
to see who will make a mistake.

They want everyone close
to James to have this reaction.

If everybody plays it straight,

everything's gonna be fine.

How involved is LaKeisha anyway?

She's just a
family friend, right?

She known me and
Ghost a long time, all right?

She seen some things, but she
ain't about that life, you know?

You make sure she doesn't know
anything real about your drug business.

Because she's a weak link.

(exhales sharply)

You-you-you have
the stuff for my ex?

(siren wailing distantly)

Tommy, it ain't
a good situation,

but I got it under control.

You just gotta stay
cool and trust me.

Trust you? (Sniffs) Yeah,
you're Ghost's lawyer.

- I'll never forget that.
- Yeah, I'm yours, too.

I don't have a choice, right?

- (distant indistinct talking)
- Thanks.

(door shut, locks)

Met with Tommy Egan last night.

And this is the list

of people the Feds are questioning
as potential witnesses against James.

And why did you meet with Egan?

I represented
Tommy before James.

You... (scoffs)

If you represented Egan,
you can't represent St. Patrick.

That's a clear conflict of interest.
You have to recuse yourself.

There's no conflict.

St. Patrick and Egan's
interests are the same.

St. Patrick goes home,
everybody's happy.

I hired you because
you get innocent guys off.

You get results. I don't need
a portable bar committee.

Innocent? St. Patrick?

Look, I can't find any
record of that traffic stop.

How do you know he's not lying?

Just because he says he told
Valdes doesn't make it true.

It's true. James
wouldn't lie to me.

Why?

Because he's special?

He ain't like the
other boys? (chuckles)

What makes you
trust him so much?

Is there something
you need to tell me

about your relationship
with St. Patrick?

With Egan? 'Cause I see
you handling their needs

like a goddamn concierge, Joe.

Staking your reputation
on these cats isn't smart.

And you're one of the
smartest lawyers I know, so...

Look“.

I've been doing this
long enough to know.

St. Patrick's not scared
because he's innocent.

He's scared because
he finally got caught.

If James said the
traffic stop happened,

it happened.

You come back to me with
proof of the pull-over, not excuses.

We're filing a motion
to dismiss the DNA.

(distant showers running)

What do you want, Saxe?

(chuckles) Uh, hypothetically,

what would happen
if I had a recording

that implicated
Egan and St. Patrick

of the Lobos kill?

Why am I only
hearing about this now?

And where did this
recording come from?

Hypothetically, now,
Judge, it was, um,

obtained from an illegal Cl.

Knox was running
him off the books.

Score another one
for your crooked cop.

(scoffs) Your Honor, Knox
was right about a lot of things.

The Cl recorded Egan
admitting that he killed Lobos

and potentially
implicating St. Patrick.

Your colleagues don't know that
we're having this conversation, do they?

- It's just a hypothetical.
- Yeah, hypothetically,

John Mak would eat your fucking
face off if he knew you were here.

An illegal wiretap
off a bootleg Cl?

Look, I hope you can
prove that Egan killed Lobos,

and if St. Patrick is
involved, even better.

But I can tell you conclusively,

there is no chance of ever
hearing that inadmissible bullshit

play in my court.

(stammers)

- I'm gonna fuck off.
- Yeah, fuck right off.

Okay. (Clears throat)

(exhales sharply)

HEY - I need you
to do me a solid.

Need you to find out anything
you can on a Tony Teresi.

He's an inmate in here.

Yeah, I gotta be careful, James.

Every time I stick
my neck out for you,

I open myself up for exposure.

He called me "Ghost."

Didn't bat an eye.

And he asked for money
to keep his mouth shut,

so I think we're way past
possible exposure, Joe.

- What did you do?
- What do you mean, what did I do?

How did he figure it out?

I was gonna ask you how
he fuckin' figured it out.

You started without me?

Anything on the pull-over?

- (door shuts)
- Not yet.

I'm still looking.

You got everybody on it, right?
The whole team of investigator...

- If it's there, we'll find...
- (door open)

I'd like a meeting
with him alone.

- (scoffs) No chance.
- Out of the question.

My lawyers stay right here,
Angela. I don't trust you.

(door shuts, locks)

What is this? Why-why
are you here, huh?

Confess to killing Greg,

give us Tommy for
the Lobos murder,

and I promise I'll get your
sentence reduced as much as I can.

I won't confess to
something I didn't do.

Jamie, we'll break
spousal privilege

and force Tasha to
testify as your accomplice.

And if she refuses,
we'll prosecute her.

What will happen to your kids
if you and Tasha both go to jail?

If you die by lethal injection,
will Yasmine even remember you?

I'm being framed. I was
at Truth the whole night.

Angela, think, okay?

Whoever killed Greg
Knox was careless.

You know me. You
know I'm not careless...

- James.
- Don't say anything else, okay?

James, stop it. Stop lying.

- You did it. I know you did it.
- I'm being set up.

You set me up, huh?

Is that why you want
me to take your deal?

If you're a man with any
ounce of goodness left in you,

the man I thought you were,

take this deal, stay alive,

and spare your wife and kids
all the pain you're causing them.

I'm only thinking
about them, my family.

We both know, when
you want something,

your family doesn't matter.

No one matters but you.

The offer's on the table.

Think about it.

(knocking on door)

(door opens)

We should... we
should discuss this offer.

How much time
they might ask for.

- James, this is bullshit.
- What they require you to...

She doesn't have the authority
to make this kind of a deal.

You know that.

Listen, just put this
out of your mind.

We'll talk tomorrow.
Don't make any decisions.

Get to the bottom of
this shit, and it is bullshit.

Hey, you don't know for
sure she's not authorized.

And you can't tell him
not to take that deal.

John Mak would never send
Angela down here to flip James.

That smug prick would want
this moment all for himself.

She is uniquely qualified
to fuck with our client's head.

Or at least, my client. I don't
know who you're serving, Joe.

James. I'm serving James.

And he's innocent, Silver.

Even if that is true,
Valdes is right, man.

We're gonna lose this.

If James... James...
is really your client,

then tell him to turn on Egan.

Or walk away.

(music playing)

Yo, yo! You gonna
leave it there?

Tickleshit, Dookie Shoes,

you think that you can put that
table within missile range of the bar?

All right, everybody! Listen up!

In order for this to work,

can't nothing go wrong.

No felonies.

Everybody gonna
buy in off-premises.

Ain't no cash on site.

Bring everything in
through the front door.

And make sure
you're seen doing it.

Now, bring the customers
in around the back,

so they ain't seen.

That's it, all right?
Let's get it done.

I need a minute,
and it can't wait.

What's up?

Julio shut down the drugs in the club
'cause he thinks we got too much heat.

Look, I'm telling you,

my bottle system is on lock.

Fuck.

The Serbs need that club money.

Listen, you keep running
the product through the club.

- A'ight.
- But don't get pinched.

I can't deal with
one single fuck up.

Come on, man,
trust me. I got it.

- Anything else?
- Yeah.

Got scooped up by the Feds,
and they brought Julio in, too.

Listen, dog, on the real,

I don't know what
the deal is with them,

but they kept him a
lot longer than me.

You know, Dre, you were
right to bring me this information.

But I already knew about Julio.

Now go move that weight.

Got you.

Come out, come
out, wherever you are.

(door buzzes)

I blame it on bad parenting.

- Marshall: Lock it up!
- (door clanks)

(touch-tones clacking)

- (video game dings)
- Calvin: Hey, you know the code?

The code to turn off damage?

I can't get through
this track without it.

- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, I got you.
- Oh, thanks.

- (video game chiming)
- There you go.

- (engine revving on TV)
- Thanks, man.

Now you can finally get through
it without your training wheels.

(beeping)

(elevator bell chimes)

Damn, kid.

I wonder what it's like not to have
to worry about no paper and shit.

That's what we here for.

Take their shit so we don't
have to worry about paper.

Just don't touch nothing
that you can't sell, all right?

A'ight.

Look at this shit.

- (phone ringing)
- (softly crying)

Hello?

"Recording". You have a collect call
from the Manhattan Correctional Center.

Will you accept the charges?

Um, yes.

- (line trills, clicks)
- Ghost: Tasha.

Are you there?

Yeah.

I'm still here.

I saw the photo of
Raina in the newspaper.

How is she?

She's... she's not okay.

I mean, she blames herself.

She's doing her
best to soldier on,

but I don't think
she can handle it.

Can I... can I talk to her?

(sighs) Yeah.

Come here, baby.
It's your father.

Daddy, I'm sorry.

Oh, no. Shh, shh.
Don't say that.

Don't say that.

I'm sorry.

I know how hard this is on you.

Are they going to kill you?

No, baby girl.

Nobody can kill your daddy.

We're gonna beat this.

I promise.

Baby girl, baby girl...

- It's all right.
- (Crying)

Come here.

She can't talk.

She really can't.

Look, I gotta go.

Let me go ahead
and take care of her.

Tasha, thank you.

Good-bye, James.

(beeps)

- (dial tone beeping)
- (door buzzes)

(sirens wailing distantly)

So far, nobody's made a move,

but I'm pretty sure I
shook all the trees.

Unless you have my teriyaki
sliders, you better start talking.

It's something I couldn't tell
you yesterday in front of John.

- Can I sit down?
- Yeah.

(indistinct talking on TV)

The night he died, Greg
called me to tell me his theory

that Angela Valdes is the mole

and that she's been aiding
St. Patrick and Egan all along.

Did you think he was right?

I've never believed
Greg was the mole,

but that's the story John
wants to push to the jury.

And I tried to have him look
at other suspects, Valdes...

- (sighs)
- but when they found that phone

and given Greg's record,

they wouldn't hear it.

Now I don't know what to do.

I have a piece of
evidence that suggests

Greg wasn't killed
because he was the mole,

but it is inadmissible.
(Chuckles)

What is it? Maybe I
can work around it.

This isn't the
right time or place.

But if we work together,

I think it should be enough

to spook St. Patrick
into flipping on Egan.

At the least, they both do
time and Greg gets exonerated.

Just let me know
where you'd like to meet.

Yeah. I'll be in touch.

(distant indistinct
conversations)

(door locks)

- I looked into that Teresi guy.
- Yeah.

Nasty fucker.

He was with the Bell
Boulevard Crew back in the day.

Ran a hit squad.

He's implicated in
dozens of murders.

They're trying to nail him for
the Roberto Solletti murder.

You've never heard of Teresi?

Hmm.

- From Queens, huh?
- Mm-hmm.

Look, Proctor, I need
you to have Tommy,

and only Tommy,
take $20,000 cash

to the address
underneath my right sleeve.

(sighs) James, what is this...

Please, Proctor, not
now, okay? Just do it.

Right sleeve.

(clears throat)

Okay, is this
what couldn't wait?

No, it's about the trial, man,
and what it's doing to my family.

(exhales)

You see Raina in the paper?

I did.

- I'm sorry.
- It's your fuckin' fault.

Getting the media involved
in the first fuckin' place.

It was the right
move at the time.

Fuck your right move.
That's my daughter, man.

- You got one of those.
- Yeah.

And they're just
trying to break you.

Angela's deal...

- how much time would that be?
- (sighs) Don't...

How much time would it be?

We will find a way out.

I promise you.

But you have to trust me.

Tariq: Come on.

What do you want?

(exhales)

Why'd you do that at
school the other day?

Oh, you talking about Ethan?

(clicks tongue) Ain't gotta
worry 'bout that bitch anymore.

If a teacher had seen it,
'Riq, you'd get suspended...

I don't give a fuck.

(engine revving on TV)

If you keep skipping...

- Yo, come on.
- Shut up.

- If you keep skipping school...
- (sighs)

You're gonna get expelled.

I already messed up
by getting photographed.

We have to be perfect
right now for Dad.

We can't have anything look bad.

And you getting into fights, I
mean, it doesn't look too great.

Raina, look around.

The club got shot
up. Shawn died.

Now Dad is on trial for
killing some FBI agent.

Think this is all some
type of coincidence?

Everything they're
saying about him's true.

It can't be.

Dad wouldn't kill anybody.

Okay, so why don't we know anything
about them before we were born?

Why haven't they taken
us to where they grew up?

Because everybody would
know them for who they really are.

You're supposed to
be the smart one, Raina.

Wake the fuck up.

Move out my way.

Get the fuck out of my room.

Are we about ready, Mr. Proctor?

(door opens)

Oh... okay.

It's all there.

Proctor: Your Honor, I'd
like to present evidence

in the motion to dismiss
the DNA against my client

pursuant to a clear misconduct.

- Objection, Your Honor.
- Overruled.

I've found some of
the prosecution's tactics

to be quite
questionable, Mr. Mak.

Mr. Proctor, proceed.

Your Honor, I'd like to play
city traffic camera footage

that is evidence
of a traffic stop

between my client and Agent
Knox from the day he was killed.

John: Objection, Your Honor.

The prosecution has no way

to test the authenticity
of this video.

Proctor: I'm glad
Mr. Mak mentioned that,

'cause I'd also like to
enter cell phone records

that show both Agent Knox
and Mr. St. Patrick's phones

were pinging off the
closest cell phone tower

to this location
at the exact time

the events in the
video occurred.

Oh. Objection overruled.

Proceed, Mr. Proctor.

Your Honor, prosecution is in
clear violation of the Brady Rule

by not presenting
exculpatory evidence

that is favorable to the
defendant in the criminal case.

They're claiming
Mr. St. Patrick's DNA

under Agent Knox's
fingernails came from a struggle

in the commission of
his murder, when in truth,

it came from Agent Knox's
illegal traffic stop of my client.

Well, this will be a
question of fact for the jury.

I'll admit the video into evidence,
but I'm not throwing out the DNA.

I'm sorry, Your Honor,
it's... it's not that simple.

AUSA Angela Valdes
had knowledge of the event

and never presented
it to the court,

even though it was captured
by a city-owned traffic camera.

It's exculpatory evidence
and it was suppressed

by AUSAVakies.

AUSA Valdes, please
approach the bench.

Is this true? Did you have
knowledge of this incident?

I did, Your Honor.

Did you share it with anyone
or did you keep it to yourself?

Your Honor,
AUSAVakies did bring this

to the prosecution's attention,

but since the stop was
never logged by Agent Knox

we believe this
information to be false.

We just didn't pursue it.

But Mr. Proctor was
able to discover the tape.

So either you didn't
look, as you say,

or you knew it was there
and didn't hand it over.

But we'll never know.

So I'll split the baby.

If we allow the DNA
evidence into trial,

I will also allow Mr. Proctor

to imply that you covered
this up intentionally.

That'|| bias the jury
against us, Your Honor.

Yeah.

You could withdraw
the DNA evidence, John.

And then I won't mention it.

- Your Honor...
- It's your call, John.

We withdraw it, Your Honor.

Your Honor, the defense moves
to have all the charges dismissed.

Judge: Oh, let's not get
ahead of ourselves, Mr. Proctor.

There is still the matter of
the gun and the fingerprints.

The charges will
not be dismissed,

- but we are adjourned for the day.
- (gavel knocks)

Good work.

(club music playing)

(indistinct conversations)

All right. Let's
keep it crackin'.

And remember, if it dies down...

Everybody get a blue
chip on the house.

That's right, but never
interrupt me again.

Spanky, nothing
pops off, all right?

Yo, Mayweather,
nothing pops off.

I heard you,
motherfucker. We good.

All right.

|'ma go get the mail.

Get out the way. Let
'em watch the fight.

Tickleshit, Dookie Shoes.

All right.

This plan gotta go down
just like we planned, all right?

You two ready? Let's move.

- (engine starts)
- What is this?

Let it go.

Just watch for Egan.

Let's do this.

Fuck's this all about?

You never know who
you can trust these days.

Right, J?

I'm sorry that I didn't take
the traffic stop more seriously

when you brought it to me.

Thank you.

- I appreciate that.
- You're back on.

I almost forgot why you're the
most valuable person on this team.

That's right, I am.

Thanks for coming in, Silver.

I appreciate you
finding the tapes.

You're welcome.

Just doing my job.

I'm not here because
you're innocent, St. Patrick.

I'm here because you can pay

and your money will allow me to
help those who actually deserve it.

(Uaughs)

Look, man, I admit I need you.

What I don't need
is your judgment.

WOW, that...

That's why you
really called me here?

It kills you, doesn't it?

Someone being able to
see through you, someone...

someone reminding you

that you did it the cheap way,

just like the rest of
these cats in here.

Hey, look, I get it, man.

You have every advantage...

Money, polish, intelligence.

And yet still, your
choices brought you here.

Look here, man,

your parents went
to college, right?

Raised you in this big house, big
backyard, house full of books, right?

Exactly.

So you're the one with
the advantages, not me.

Look, man, it's real easy for you
to feel superior about my choices

when you haven't
had to make 'em.

It's not about
education or economics.

It's character, my friend.

Look... (scoffs)

You're my client,
man, I got your back.

I'm gonna do everything I can to
make sure you get off for this crime,

but I know what kind
of man you are, James.

Mm. What's that?

This, brother.

And no matter how
hard you've tried

to convince
yourself otherwise...

you know it, too.

(knocking on door)

♪ I'm probably finna
go to hell anyway a'

(door opens)

♪ I'm probably finna
go to hell anyway' ♪

(door shuts)

♪ I'm probably finna
go to hell anyway' ♪

♪ Them Yankee hats remind
me of my younger days ♪

♪ Dog was a maniac ♪

♪ My mama had me where
them babies havin' babies at ♪

♪ My knuckles ashy
knockin' niggas on they ass ♪

♪ People smackin', never
|ackin', road to riches is a path' ♪

♪ Motherfucka watch your ass and quick
raised off WIC, whole bloodline Crips ♪

♪ You dig your own grave
when you fucking with the Lord ♪

♪ Catch a fade, probably
finna go to hell anyway a'

♪ I'm probably finna
go to hell anyway' ♪

♪ I'm probably finna
go to hell anyway a'

♪ I'm probably finna
go to hell anyway' ♪

♪ I'm probably finna
go to hell anyway a'

♪ I'm probably finna
go to hell anyway' ♪

♪ I'm probably finna
go to hell anyway a'

♪ I'm probably finna
go to hell anyway' ♪

♪ I'm probably finna
go to hell anyway a'