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Previously on Power...

I want you to give this to Tommy Egan.

Or else what really
happened to Marshal Williams

is gonna become public information.

Rusty. Let's go, St. Patrick.

Stay away from my fucking son.

Thomas Patrick Teresi. He
gave me his fucking name.

He wanted to take you from me.

Stay the fuck away from me, Ma.

Hmm, I didn't know you had a lady.

I wouldn't call her my lady.

I can either be your lover
or your lawyer, but not both.

Will you take my case?

How do I trust you?

Do you still love me?

I'd like for you to meet Alphonse.
He's our new community liaison.

We got to make sure
that he's kept whole.

But right now the
orders from my superiors

are to let the two of you go.

- Keep Diego.
- You want your brother gone,

you do it yourself.

Diego knows you set him up.

Put the fucking gun down.

I thought I told you to
stop working with Ghost.

I need you to take out Jason Micic.

If you do something for me.

Diego Jimenez.

- That gun was stolen.
- You're lying to the police.

I watched you put that gun in the safe.

The bullet that killed Raymond Jones

matches the ballistics we ran
on Tasha St. Patrick's gun,

and Valdes fucking buried the report.

They think you stole my
gun and killed Ray Ray,

and she's helping you
to frame me for it.

Natasha, I don't want you to
worry. I'll figure something out.

I'm gonna ask Terry
Silver to lie for me.

- Why would he do that?
- Because he loves me.

More than you ever did.

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Tasha seems to think
she's got Silver on lock.

Let's hope for all
our sake's she's right.

I know him. I'm not so sure
he's ready to lie for her.

It would be against his
better judgment if he did,

but when people are in love...

They make bad decisions.

Well, you're going to back me up, right?

You're asking me to commit perjury?

To lie on the stand?

If I'm caught, I could lose
my license and go to jail.

You're still protecting James.

Why would I put myself at risk for him?

- Terry, please, you don't...
- You're still in love with him.

After all this time, you asking
me to do this is proof of that.

- No, I don't.
- Then you have got to turn him in, Tasha.

Or I will. Get your coat.
We're going to the police, now.

Look, James didn't kill Raymond Jones.

Tariq did.

That's why I'm asking you to lie.

To save my son.

You've been lying to me this whole time?

- You said you did it.
- I was trying to protect Tariq.

I thought that if no one knew,

that maybe I could figure it out,

but now I know I need help, Terry.

I need

your help.

The best solution is for
Tariq to turn himself in.

They would never charge
him with the first degree.

We could try for juvenile
delinquent status...

Terry, no!

Tariq is a good kid.
He has a bright future,

and you know as well as I
do, he's a young black man.

The police and the system
would eat him alive.

Will you do this for me?

Please?

I need you.

I need you.

Please.

All right.

Thank you.

So did you know how long this
been going on between them?

She didn't tell me, she
just said he was her lawyer.

We're not girlfriends, exactly.

Hmm.

I know it's a surprise, her and Silver.

But do you care because of the case,

or do you care because of Tasha?

It's not about Tasha. It's about Tariq.

If her relationship saves
Tariq, then so be it.

Doesn't change me and Tasha,

and it certainly doesn't
change me and you.

I'm scared.

I thought we had this
handled. I'm sorry I was wrong.

Hey, hey.

Thank you for trying to help Tariq out.

Thank you for doing this for me.

I did it for myself,
to stay out of jail.

And for Tariq.

And Raina.

And yeah, for you, too.

When we started, I never
thought we'd end up here.

I'm out of the game, okay?
The whole life is done.

The Queens Child Project is
the only hustle I got going.

The cleaner you get,
the dirtier I become.

I was prosecuting
criminals. Now, I am one.

I feel so wrong, Jamie.

Hey, but it's for the
right reason, you know?

We've come this far. We've
got to see it through, Angie.

They're gonna come for me.

For everything I've done.

Come here.

I got you.

I got you.

I should stay away from you.

We should all stay away from each other.

Or we should stick
together. We stick together,

nothing will go wrong, okay?

You proved yourself,
standing with Tariq.

I'm just asking. I need
to prove myself to you.

I missed you.

If we can prove James St. Patrick

killed Officer Raymond
Jones, we can expand the RICO.

Blanca is having the
Manhattan district attorney

move forward with a grand jury hearing.

She's having Terry Silver
subpoenaed as a witness

to corroborate Tasha St.
Patrick's gun in the closet story.

It's pretty convenient that
she reported her gun missing

after both her daughter and
Officer Jones were murdered.

Okay, yes, it's possible
she reported it missing

to cover their tracks after
getting rid of the murder weapon,

but we still have no
proof they did anything.

Yeah, and we still need
hard evidence to prove

that James St. Patrick
is the shot caller

of a criminal drug enterprise.
No wonder they call him Ghost.

I want Angela's head on a wall.

Oh, God, I am picturing Angela's face

when she finds out she's being indicted.

That just gets me fucking...

...excited to prosecute this RICO.

Okay, hold up, snowflake, you're
including Angela in on this RICO?

You actually think that she's part

of St. Patrick's criminal organization?

Are you kidding me? She's the
connective tissue in all of this.

St. Patrick owns her.

That's how he keeps getting
away with all this shit.

We'd get to charge everyone together,

and she'd be sitting at
the defense table with him.

And after talking to Blanca,
we have evidence that Angela

used Darryl's login to delete evidence

out of Tasha St. Patrick's case file.

Donovan, keep an eye on Angela.

We already have her for
obstruction of justice,

but we need to see just how
deep her involvement goes.

Mak and Saxe, I want you to
put the squeeze on Teresi.

Since becoming a free man,
he hasn't given us anything

on St. Patrick and Egan.

Will do.

Fuck.

You motherfuckers show
up in my neighborhood,

you're gonna get me killed.
Get in here, get in here.

Hey, Mrs. Teresi, how you feeling?

Go fuck yourself.

What?

Did Thomas Egan ever mention a woman

named Angela Valdes to you?

- No, who is that?
- His business partner's ex-girlfriend.

A federal prosecutor.

He never mentioned no lawyer broad.

- So why?
- We think she's helping

St. Patrick cover up a murder.

Get Egan to talk about it if you can.

- Implicate both of them.
- A murder, right?

- That ain't much to go on.
- You're smart.

You'll figure it out.

Mrs. Teresi.

I know you got out because of me.

But do you really want to
snitch on the only family

you're gonna have left when I'm gone?

- You're my family.
- Oh, come on.

I'm not a fucking idiot.

Tommy's your son.

Am I right?

Am I right?

Yeah.

I knew about the affair for a long time,

but I only recently
discovered there was a child.

Connie, listen.

I am so, so sorry.

I am.

I didn't like lying to you,

but I didn't know how
to tell you, either.

Can you forgive me?

If you can't, it's gonna kill me.

Yeah.

I forgive you.

Actually, I'm glad he's around.

He'll be able to take
care of you when I'm gone.

That is, unless you put him in jail.

If you put him in jail,
you're gonna be all alone.

- Jerry, thanks for coming in.
- Hey.

- Have a seat.
- I'm actually on my way out

for an arrest warrant.
I don't have long.

Okay, I'll make this quick.

Did you ever hear from
Blanca Rodriguez again?

I can't say.

What do you mean you can't say?

When Mike was trying to
frame you for being the mole,

I had your back.

You need to watch your six, Valdes.

You have no friends in this office.

What about you, Jerry?
Are you my friend?

I'm gonna be your best friend right now.

Stay away from James St. Patrick.

When it comes to him, your
judgment is beyond impaired.

- Christ, it's non-existent.
- What does my cop case

have to do with James St. Patrick?

You tell me, Angela.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Okay, great. Just know this, Valdes.

Whatever happens, I'm not
going to take the fall for you.

And as of now...

I don't owe you a goddamn thing.

Hey, I wanted to follow
up on the deal we made.

You sitting down with Jason,
and me sitting down with Diego.

- Yeah, I'm still cool.
- Good.

I'm about to walk into
a meet with Jason now.

I'll hit you up on the
details later, all right?

All right, bet, I'm getting
stuff on lock with Diego, man.

But, um, this shit
stays between us, right?

Yeah, always between
us. All right, later.

Better have good news for me, Tommy.

Don't fuck up my morning Turska coffee.

I got some great news for you.

$2 million clean cash that I owe you.

It's about fucking time.

And what's the status on Jimenez?

Still above ground. They
was arrested by the feds,

but by some sort of fucking
miracle, they got cut loose.

Now we gonna get the job done,

but we got to be careful with
the Feds having eyes on them.

Fuck!

If the Feds cut him loose, then Jimenez

must have given them
something in exchange.

They could be snitching on
my organization as we speak.

And you're the missing link

between their organization and mine.

Your timeline to kill
Jimenez just got pushed up.

I want those ports like
you fucking promised

before the Feds snatch
them out of my reach.

For real, we can get you those ports.

I wasn't talking to you, old friend.

It's a good thing you
got me my money, Tommy.

Or you'd all be dead right now.

Fucking Ma.

Tommy, Tommy.

Why wouldn't you tell us
Jimenez got arrested, man?

Get over it, Ghost.

Like you never kept shit from me before?

Jason my boss. This my organization.

I'ma do shit the way I'ma do shit.

I got somewhere I got to be.

Yo, K.

I'm so fucking tired of Jason

breathing down our fucking neck, K.

Look, man, I need your
help with something.

But it's got to fucking stay between us.

I'm about to get a location on Diego.

It's the opportunity
to take his ass out, K.

The problem is, you know, he
knows who I am. He'll recognize me.

So you want me to cap his ass.

Well, yeah, I mean, you know,
he'll never see you coming.

Bet.

That Spanish nigga dead as fuck.

Thanks, K.

Whoa, Joseph Proctor.

Oh, you, uh... you applying
for the paralegal job?

Well, if it isn't Tweedle Dumb Fuck.

- Where's your keeper?
- Well, Mak stepped out,

but you can just leave
your resume with me.

I'm done with this bullshit, okay?

I just wanted you to know,

I'm filing those harassment charges

so I can get my license back.

Well, you know, I could,
uh, reinstate your license

with two phone calls, right?

So do it.

Not without getting
something from you first.

I'm not gonna tell you
anything about my clients.

I already told you that, so...

I want to know about
someone you don't represent.

Why don't you, uh... Why
don't you close the door?

Why do I feel like I'm
alone with a priest?

You know anything about Angela
Valdes covering up a murder?

Whoa.

What the fuck are you talking about?

So is that a no?

I haven't heard a word.

Would you protect her if you had?

No.

Come back to me with some information,

I'll make the calls.

Make the calls,

and then I'll come back to
you with some information.

Hey, sweetheart, could
you get me Alex Navarro

at the state bar committee?

Hey.

I got Terry on lock. He'll do it.

Dipping out on me when I was on trial.

- That's some low shit, Tasha...
- Excuse me?

Are you fucking kidding me?

I know you're not trying to
come at me about adultery.

And just so you know,

it didn't happen until
after he got you off.

- And then he got you off.
- Fuck you, Ghost.

You know, I could have had a good life.

I threw it away the night
I held that gun for you.

Thing about Terry is,

I'll never have to hold
or hide a gun for him.

But you're asking him
to do that for you.

Come on, Tasha, you know that
nigga ain't built for that.

You really sure that he's
ready to go down for you?

Yes, he is.

And you scared Angela last night.

I mean it, Tasha. We
can't have her run off

and go try to save herself, okay?

Shit is way too far for that.

I'm sure you handled her, though.

- It ain't about you, Tasha.
- Hmm.

And this is not about me.
This is about us and Tariq.

You save my boy, do whatever
the fuck you want to do.

Good.

Because I'm sure you certainly will.

- Mrs. St. Patrick...
- Yeah, yeah.

How's the family holding up, James?

- Complicated, as you can see, Tate.
- Hmm.

So you're officially announcing
that you're running for governor.

When were you going
to tell me that, huh?

That's why I wanted to come by and talk.

How did you know I was, uh, announcing?

Why would you hide it?

That's the more important question.

You know, I do appreciate
your donations to the campaign.

Very generous and kind of you.

But you see, your temperamental behavior

is a serious liability to
the Queens Child Project.

And James, I'm letting you go.

Rashad, you... You keep
doing this, don't you?

Look man, I'm trying to turn a corner,

but I'm really starting to
fucking lose my patience.

I'll be giving your
money back, every dime,

once I officially announce my candidacy.

Good luck to you, James.

Here you are, sir.

When you cut the Jimenez loose,

you made me look like an asshole.

- You owe me one.
- Fair enough.

- What can I do?
- I need a new job.

You have any openings
in your department?

You don't even know
what my department does.

Let me try this on for size.

The Jimenez are stable and secure.

They own a sizable section of the border

between the U.S. and Mexico,
and until the government

can control the area, you want
the Jimenez to stay in place.

You do that.

It's DEA, CIA, FBI,
Interpol, all mixed together

without an official name.

Super-effective, and totally invisible.

Wow, I'm impressed.

I'm overqualified and highly motivated.

Mmm, I can see that.

What if I knew of
something, but it's in D.C.?

I don't know. My family is here.

Give you the fresh start you need.

I can show you around.

Help you put everything behind you.

I'm sorry, I got to go.

So do you want to talk about
it further over drinks tonight?

I'll call you, okay?

Thanks for lunch.

Hey, Angie.

These organic chips are delicious.

- I need to fucking move.
- It won't matter.

Hey, why did the Jimenez get cut loose?

I don't know. If it were up to
me, they'd still be in custody.

Well, they need to get got,
sooner rather than later.

Tommy, why do you want to
take out your own connect?

What, you already got another
connect lined up or something?

You are asking too many questions.

You're a fucking liar.
You're not the distro.

That's why you just
asked me if the Jimenez

was snitching on another organization.

You're working for their competitor.

Who the fuck is it?

I told you before,
Angie. I ain't that guy.

Oof, I got to go.

Stop breaking into my apartment.

- So where are we headed?
- My connect at the MCC

sold all your shit. He's
got some cash for you.

Hey, how are we gonna clean it

now that Ghost hasn't got your back?

Beats the fuck out of me.

Ghost was always the
mastermind behind that shit.

Well, how did you used to do it?

We bought a business.
You know, Wash 'n Folds.

Dirty laundry wasn't the only
thing being cleaned there.

All right, pull over here.
It's the house on the right.

- Teresi.
- Hey.

I still can't believe they let you out.

This guy's a real menace to society.

- Romano, how you doing?
- Good.

- You know Sammy?
- Nice to meet you.

That's Tommy.

That's his weight you were moving.

Didn't I put you through
the system in the MCC?

- Great fucking memories.
- Yeah, well, your shit's

selling like hotcakes on the inside.

Good, plenty more where that came from.

Come on in.

Here we go, here's your cash.

Something doesn't feel right.

No, no, it's all there, Teresi.

You don't mind if I take a look, do you?

We'll just see here, let's see.

Oh, all right, so far, so good.

Mr. Romano, let me state for all here,

sometimes, you got to...

Aw, shit.

I was trying to avoid a
confrontation with you.

Look, I was just short this week.

I didn't want to disappoint you, okay?

This is the oldest fucking trick
in the book, you motherfucker.

Hey, I was gonna give
you double next week.

Hey, you really should have thought
this through before you disrespected us.

Come on, man, I'm sorry. I swear,
it's not going to happen again.

It's not gonna happen again.
Tommy, put him in twilight.

No, no, no, no...

Get him in the chair. Tommy, tie him up.

Are you serious, you
fucking piece of shit?

What the fuck were you thinking?

I wasn't gonna count it?

I would never find out about this?

- Major League.
- Or something...

Come on, hey, right there.

I could be a Civil War
surgeon. We'll take an inch off.

I never paid attention in shop class.

- Boys.
- Oh, that's it, that's the one.

- What do you think?
- There you go, buddy.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no...

Hey, you know the first
rule of power tools?

Eye protection.

You ready?

Say "ah."

Oh, yeah?

A shredder tonight.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait.

Are you sure you've got
another connect on the inside?

Well, after 25 years, of course I do.

No, no!

Yeah, fuck you.

The night you were born,
I remember holding you,

and thinking, "This little
guy's going to grow up

to be a fine man."

But because of my mistakes, son,

you had to grow up a lot
faster that I hoped you would.

Listen, 'Riq, I'm so
sorry, for everything.

_

- What's up?
- Yo.

I'm ready to talk the long game.

I knew you'd come to
your senses, my nigga.

That shit you pulled back
there was twisted as fuck.

Oh, come on.

- Ah, shit.
- That must run in the family.

Really, well, what's the
worst shit you ever pulled?

Me and Ghost, one time, we
used a nail gun on this guy,

and shot him in the head.

- Oh, fuck.
- This other time,

I bubble wrapped this dipshit.

You know, I tossed him off a building

to see if it would pad his fall.

He lived.

And then I shot him in the head.

- So what, that's it?
- Oh, no, I ain't done.

I set a guy on fire, I drove
over this Dominican guy twice.

- Uh-huh.
- Yeah, that was some funny shit.

Yeah, I still can't
believe he didn't die.

Don't forget that fat dude
we hit for you in the MCC.

- Yeah.
- You must have some friends in high places

to find out where he was,
because, because that shit

is usually top secret.

Yeah, our lawyer is well-connected.

Yeah. Huh.

So you did all this stuff,
and you never got caught?

Mmm-hmm.

I'm proud of you, kid.

You know what? You should
come over for dinner.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

And then just, you know,

tell these capers to me and Connie,

'cause I think it would lift her spirits

to have a good laugh, I do.

Connie, she is one hell of a cook.

Not you, Sammy. You
can sit this one out.

Tonight is just a family dinner.

Thanks, Dad.

Hey, uh, pull over here. I
got to get a pack of smokes.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Welcome to Queens.

This weather's crazy.

- Coming?
- I got to take this.

- Yeah, Ma, what you want?
- Hey, Tommy.

Can you come over
tonight so we can talk?

And would you bring me a little
something to perk me up, too?

No, I'm not coming over
tonight, Ma, or ever.

I got other plans.

What plans?

You want anything from inside, Tom...

Is that Tony? You're
with the piece of shit?

Bye, Ma.

Oh, my God.

I missed your cooking.

Mmm.

Those meatballs are the shit, Connie.

Thank you for having me.

Well, it's nice to be
cooking for somebody again.

Hey, Con.

Tommy needs a legit
business to clean his money.

Now, you always have good
ideas about this kind of thing.

What do you think, hmm?

Why don't you start a
private ambulance business?

Nobody's gonna question an ambulance

tearing down the street at 2:00 a.m.

Cops aren't gonna question it.

It'd be a perfect way
to move drugs and money.

I fucking love that idea.

Jesus, there you go.

You got a girlfriend, Tommy?

- No.
- You got to have somebody.

A good woman who's got
your back, you know?

Someone who will do anything for you.

Hmm?

Yeah, I had somebody like that.

- Yeah?
- Yeah,

but she don't live in New York no more.

Yeah? That's too bad.

- You should not be alone.
- I'm not.

I mean, I'm actually
seeing somebody on and off.

Oh, yeah? I'd like to meet
her. Bring her by for dinner.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

No, I don't think she'd...

No, come on...

Tommy, Tommy, I know you're in
there. Your car is parked outside.

There goes the neighborhood.

Let me in.

Would you relax,
listen... No, no, no, yo.

- Oh, hey, hey, hey.
- I can't believe you blew me off for him.

Ma, get the fuck out of
here. What are you doing here?

How did you even find this place?

Do you know how many
times I drove around here,

wondering if he would
ever leave that bitch?

- Fuck you.
- Fuck you.

- Whoa.
- Kate, Kate, get out of here.

Do you know who this is, huh?
Do you know who this is? My son.

You know he's Tony's little bastard?

Yeah, I know. Of course I know.

Ma, you get the fuck
out of here right now.

You heard my son, go.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You assholes deserve each other.

That's it, that's it.

- Get the door.
- I got it.

- Come on.
- Fuck the lot of you.

Get out, come on.

Oh, my God.

- Silver.
- James.

What are you doing here?

I found a match to your lady's earring

that she left behind in your apartment.

The funny thing is that I found
a match in Tasha's jewelry box.

Look, uh...

Nothing happened between
us until after your trial.

You think the ethics committee will
care about that? I know I don't.

Tasha seems to think that you're gonna

back up her story about a gun.

I told her I don't think
you're the kind of man

that would stand up for her. Are you?

Oh, I'll stand up for Tasha.

But I think you killed Raymond Jones,

and that she's protecting you.

I didn't kill Raymond Jones.

She says it was Tariq.

I don't know what to believe anymore.

I'll make your moral
dilemma easy for you.

You are going to
corroborate Tasha's story.

Or what?

James, if anything happens to
me, they'll be looking at you.

My relationship with
Tasha gives you motive.

Just verify her story.

And then I don't have to
go to the ethics committee,

and you get to have my
wife all to yourself.

Sup, LaKeisha?

- Hey, Tommy.
- Could I come in?

Okay.

So, I had dinner with
my dad and his wife.

Okay, so how'd it go?

Good, good, it went good.

I told him about you.

And they want to meet you
and have you over for dinner.

Okay, wait.

- You told them about me?
- Yeah.

And I understand if
you don't want to go.

You were right to kick me to the curb,

you know, after everything
that I put you through.

But...

Whoever ends up with you
is gonna be one lucky guy.

Wait, wait.

You for real right now?

Yeah, I mean, I think I am.

No, no, I mean, I know that I
am. I'm just fucking this up.

No, you're not.

You're not fucking it up.

I'm just saying if I'ma do this...

If I'ma do this again, I
got to know that you serious.

I'm serious.

Come here.

My first payment to you.

Oh, man.

There is nothing better.

You know, I don't really like you.

But this assload of cash
makes you a lot more tolerable.

Well, I appreciate you for
giving me this opportunity,

but we also found out that
it wasn't Ghost and Tommy

that ratted you to the Feds.

- Who was it?
- It was Arturo's bitch ass.

- Arturo?
- Yeah, but he won't be, uh,

diming you out anymore.
I took care of it.

It was Cristobal who chose
him to take that Toros spot.

Diego, I'm sorry, man,
Arturo wasn't my first choice.

You know, it was... I
should have trusted my gut

instead of listening
to Cristobal, you know?

Well, it's a good thing he's dead.

No room for ratas in this organization.

Agreed.

Well, listen, we're making so
much fucking money together,

as a token of my appreciation,

I want to throw you guys a
little private party tonight.

I hired some freaky ass hos,

and I know you like your
ass a nice little audience,

so you're taken care of, my brother.

Now you're talking my language.

- Yes, sir.
- But I want you to make sure

that there is some BBWs
for my man right here,

who likes to suck them dry, and
then eat some lunch with you.

All right, say no more.

All right, so, uh, the
party starts at 11:00.

2-Bit will be here to let you guys in.

Will you be coming with anyone else?

- Will there be more...
- This is the only soldier I trust.

The only man worthy enough
of fucking whores by my side.

- Lucky man.
- Yeah.

- All right.
- All right.

- 11:00.
- Yes, sir.

- You're still here.
- Yeah, I'm still here.

Where the fuck else would
I be? I made you breakfast.

It's just cereal, but it's
the thought that counts, right?

Thank you.

So what does all this mean?

- You know, you and me?
- It means I'm down for you.

Just like you're down for me.

Well, I'm only gonna fuck with you

if you let me do the cooking.

- Deal.
- Deal.

All right, so yeah, we
good for 11:00 tonight.

Diego thinks he's fucking
some hos as a gift from me.

So get there early and wait
inside so you can drop him.

- Where?
- My gambling spot here on Dunkirk.

He got one soldier with him,

so I'll leave the key
to the back door for you.

Got it. Jason's at the
LeBlanc Hotel, Suite 225.

He'll have three guards with him.

All right, I'll figure it
out. Don't worry about that.

Good.

So this little party
you're throwing for Diego

is a fucking ambush?

Yeah, and after you let Diego in,

you and Spanky going to
wait outside for Ghost.

After he smokes Diego, y'all kill Ghost.

- Get rid of all the bodies.
- After he smoke Diego?

Why don't you kill Ghost yourself?

How the hell am I gonna be in two places

at the same time, man?

Tonight, I'm hitting
Tommy's Serbian plug

so we can take over they territory.

With Diego dead, there's no connect.

- Alicia is gonna run shit.
- Shit sound too risky.

What if she turn on you
for killing her brother?

She won't, and after Diego's dead,

you could be my number two.
That's what you wanted, right?

You know I'm gonna say yes.

All right then, so
do that shit, Francis.

How you dealing with
Raina and everything?

Honestly, every single day is hard.

But, I'm just, you know... I'm trying
to concentrate on the good things.

Speaking of, my whole
life is about to change.

Speaking of happy endings,

Tommy and I were together last night.

And, and, he was still
there this morning.

- Are you serious?
- Yep.

Weren't you the one that said

that you weren't going
to let him back in?

Uh-huh. What happened, what changed?

He wants me to meet
his dad, his stepmom.

- Go over there for dinner.
- Wait, what?

I thought Tommy's dad was dead.

Well, who is he? Where has
he been all these years?

- I ain't never heard of him.
- I don't know about all that, T.

I'm just so happy that Tommy
and I are back together.

Wait, wait, okay, just...

Let's go back to Tommy's father.

- Where did he say he met him?
- T.

We wasn't talking about his father.

Hello, we was doing other things.

Mmm-hmm, I know, nasty.

You crazy.

Oh, it's Terry. Asking
me to come over later.

- Better go get you some, girl.
- Oh, you know I will.

- What's up?
- Yo, why this nigga Dre

cut a deal with Ghost to kill Diego

at the gambling spot tonight?

After Ghost get the job done,

Dre want me and Spanky to body Ghost.

Sounds sus, right?

Your boy Dre is a real snake, man.

Slithered his way up under Tommy

and stole his whole organization.

Damn, I ain't know that shit.

I thought we all walked on our own.

Look, Dre is so slick, he got everybody
thinking what he want them to think.

We gonna play his game.

Show up at the gambling spot tonight.

But Ghost ain't going to kill Diego.

I am.

Just need to make sure Spanky's on board

so he don't go running
his fucking mouth.

Spanky ain't the problem.

Dre thinks that Alicia
will still work with us

after Diego get his ass smoked.

I ain't too sure about that shit.

Well, you know I'm fucking with Tommy,

and he got a Serbian connect.

So you could just eat with us.

All right. Wait, Serbian?

We both about to lose our connects.

Dre is clipping that Serbian
tonight at the LeBlanc Hotel.

What the fuck he want to do that for?

No, Dre ain't clipping nobody.

Jason got to stay alive,
because I'm gonna take over

Tommy's spot in his organization.

- James.
- What's up, Alphonse?

It's been a minute since I've seen you.

Well, that just means
that Tate's holding up

his end of our deal,
right? We're doing our part.

Want to make sure you're doing yours.

So is the Queens Child
Project location on lock?

As long as that paper keeps
coming in, we all good.

Me and Tate been 100 for years.

Well, whatever Tate's paying you,

I'll double that.

Oh, yeah? You gonna skim even more?

Skim?

Shit, you ain't know?

I've been making a grip of cash,

'cause Councilman Tate's been taking

Queens Child Project's funds
off the top to keep me paid.

Well, I got my license back.

- I'm a lawyer again.
- That's great news, Proctor.

I killed a guy yesterday morning.

Please don't fucking
tell me shit like that.

Well, now that you can't tell nobody,

I just like seeing
that look on your face.

Yeah.

And reminding you who
you're dealing with.

That is not something
I'm likely to forget.

- Tommy.
- Mmm?

You know anything about Angela
trying to cover up a murder?

Murder? Angela Valdes?

Shit, I need some dirt on her,

and you know I can't ask James.

Hell no, you can't. Let
me ask you something.

How did you know that Fed
Sandoval was in the MCC?

- Silver told me.
- Well, how did he know?

- Fuck.
- What?

Angela told him.

He called me, and we had him killed.

You think Angela set us up to do it?

There's no way to know
without asking her,

but if this is the murder
she's trying to cover up,

and if someone's on to
her, we're all implicated.

But now that you're a lawyer
again, you can handle it?

I can try.

Stop killing people.

No.

There was a murder at the MCC.

Look, do I get total immunity?

- Were you involved?
- Do I get fucking immunity or not?

You got it.

Who died at the MCC?

There's a dead prison guard.

His name?

Marshal Clyde Williams.

St. Patrick crushed his skull.

And then he strangled this other inmate

to make it look like a prison fight.

You know, a murder-suicide
or something.

Did you see it go down?

You could say that, yeah.

Will you testify?

If it comes to that.

You know, my dad tried to
send me some lame-ass fucking

voice messages, trying to
apologize for his lies and shit.

Too late with that shit.

But let him think it's all good.

You know, the easiest way
to sneak up on your enemies

is to make them think
that they already won.

Sneak attack.

Hmm.

I get it.

Got to be one move ahead.

No, son, you got to
be three moves ahead.

You got a gangster born in you.

You start moving weight up here,

you're gonna be balling the fuck out,

and you gonna get out from under Ghost.

Checkmate.

Damn.

I'm ready.

I'm ready to become my own man.

Ready to be a hustler. Just like you.

- Hey, Angie.
- The fuck, Tommy?

You said stop breaking
into your apartment, right?

Damn it.

How many people knew where
Mike Sandoval was being held?

They was trying to keep him alive,

but I think you wanted him dead.

And that's why you told
Silver where he was.

- What's your point?
- Angela.

You're in no position
to tell me what to do.

I open my mouth about this
to anybody, you going down.

And I could be going down anyways.

Someone in my office is
trying to put me in jail.

Over Sandoval?

No.

I need to eliminate the problem.

What you mean by "eliminate"?
What you asking me to do?

You got the devil inside.

I thought you were one of the good guys.

I was.

So what's the target's name?

His name is John.

Well, that limits it
down. What's his last name?

There's one other thing
I want to try first, okay?

If I can clear my name,
and arrest the Jimenez,

though, Tommy...

What happens to them
afterward, it's out of my hands.

I hear you loud and clear.
Good luck with your problem.

And if you change your
mind, I'm right here.

Yeah.

Prison fucked me up.

Being inside, you lose
everybody you ever cared about.

People say they going to come visit you,

they gonna write you, but they don't.

I mean, if you was to ever get
popped again, I would come visit.

Thanks.

But I ain't ever going back.

I got to bounce, little man.

I'll give you a ride over to your spot.

Angela, you wanted to see me,
and I was just about to head home.

Have a seat, John.

You're gonna want to hear this.

You know, unless you
got that Jimenez case

back from that DEA asshole,

I'm not sure you have
much I want to hear.

That department inside the DEA,

where Steve Tampio works?

They need a lead council.

- And you're going?
- You're going, if you want it.

With my recommendation.

Real power, real influence.

You saw what they did to us here.

Think about what that
would mean for you.

You know, it's no secret
we don't dance, Angela.

Why would you be willing
to do this for me?

I need a friend in this office.

And so do you, if you
want this D.C. job.

What do you want to know?

"I'm sorry, Tasha."

All right, James, what's up?

You said you have something for me.

Well, Councilman, I've
been doing a lot of thinking

about the Queens Child Project,

and specifically, your future.

I wanted you to hear something.

Oh, shit, you ain't know?

I've been making a grip of cash

'cause Councilman Tate's been taking

Queens Child Project's funds
off the top to keep me paid.

Listen to me.

I am the Queens Child
Project, motherfucker.

I'm not going anywhere.

So you go win that governor's seat,

and you make sure that you
make the Queens Child Project

your top priority,

or I'll make you mine.

I'll be in touch after my announcement.

Mmm-hmm, I know you will.

Look at the size of this gun.

You see?

Got some fine-ass hos
inside waiting for you.

Dre will be here in a minute.

Beautiful, andale.

All right, let's do this.

One drink.

We're gonna have a good time, amigo.

- I like them neat and tall.
- Do you want some champagne?

Si.

Yo, the plan changed
tonight, and I gots to know

you ain't going to run your mouth.

Trust me, nigga, what's up?

Thank you, boss.

Ghost ain't the one clipping Diego.

Kanan is.

This way to pussy.

Vamos, Dre said these girls were kinky.

So we killing Kanan?

I ain't come prepared for that shit.

No, we just gonna tell Dre
that Ghost didn't show up.

And we didn't kill Kanan 'cause
that ain't what Dre told us to do.

- Oh.
- Remember what happened

last time we didn't follow Dre's orders?

He ain't like that shit at all.

Dre's been making too many moves,

and making lots of enemies.

Mmm-hmm.

We gonna be working for
Kanan and the Serbs real soon.

Mmm-hmm, I'm down.

Wherever you go, I go.

Where are Ghost and Tommy?

They on a need to know basis.

I took care of business.

The Jimenez found out
you wanted them dead,

and I had your back.

Niggas Ghost and Tommy
was stalling and shit.

They ain't down for you, but
I did what you told us to do.

That is a big move,
doing it on your own.

What do you want?

Tommy's position in your organization.

You gonna take Tommy out?

Tommy and Ghost can take each other out.

You pull that off, and we can talk about

you taking over the spot,
but you got to earn it.

And I need to know I can trust you.

I'll save your life again.
We need to bounce now.

A hitter from the Jimenez
is on his way over.

Fuck that, we should
stay here and kill him.

We can't. He's our only
link to Diego's sister.

You don't get your ports
until her bitch ass is dead.

Smart.

Modesto, Chuy. Come on. Let's go.

This is nice, Jamie.

The first of many dinners together.

I could get used to this.

Who is that?

I don't know, I got it.

We need to talk.

- What did you do to Terry?
- Just gave him some incentive.

- What kind of incentive?
- To help us out, that's all.

Yeah, well that shit
backfired. He's fucking gone.

He left town, moved
out all his furniture.

I found a subpoena on his counter.

Called the office and they
say he's on a leave of absence.

- We're fucked.
- Silver bailing makes it look

like he knew incriminating information.

We all look bad, and we're gonna go down

unless we can come up with another plan.

I know, and I have to
protect 'Riq no matter what.

There's only one way out of this.

The murder weapon? You
told me it was gone.

Insurance.

In case we got here.

- I'm gonna turn myself in.
- The hell you will.

Tasha, if anybody's going
down for my family, it's me.

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