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Previously on Power.

Ghost ain't here.

He don't exist!

I'm number one now.

I'm gonna get you the
best product at the best price.

Lobos was stabbed in custody.

And everything we ever
wanted can happen now.

What's our new hustle?

The club is the new hustle.

Shipment was light.

The other primeras might get pissed.

Can you think of a reason why Lobos

wouldn't send the full amount?

We have to make it
look like you're dead.

If your money's moving, it
means you're alive to move it.

- Felipe Lobos is alive.
- What?

He survived the attack in prison.

Tommy, we need to talk, man.

Tomas, did you forget our deal?

Ghost needs to be
dead soon. Otherwise...

- Holly?
- Your little family,

they won't be safe.

♪ They say this
is a big, rich town ♪

♪ I just come from
the poorest part ♪

♪ Bright lights, city life ♪

♪ I gotta make it, this
is where it goes down ♪

♪ I just happen to come up hard ♪

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

♪ I never took
a straight path nowhere ♪

♪ Life's full of twists and
turns, bumps and bruises ♪

♪ I live, I learn ♪

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

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

♪ Homey, 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 ♪

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

♪ Fuck it, man, in the meantime ♪

♪ Go head and pump a pack ♪

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

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Yeah, I just come from
the poorest part ♪

♪ Bright lights, city life ♪

♪ I gotta make it, this
is where it goes down ♪

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

♪ Stop ♪

♪ And all along ♪

♪ I've been behind you ♪

♪ I've been behind you ♪

♪ All along ♪

♪ Stop ♪

♪ And all along ♪

♪ I've been behind you ♪

♪ I've been behind you ♪

♪ All along ♪

Baby.

♪ I need to get some distance ♪

♪ 'Cause lately I have found ♪

♪ Like I know how to save your life ♪

♪ Far too well ♪

♪ Don't know if you noticed ♪

♪ But you hang around of the edge ♪

What is so important

that we couldn't discuss on the phone?

I need you to get a
message to our friend Lobos.

Word on the street is Lobos died

from gettin' stabbed in the slammer.

I heard he got stabbed.

I didn't hear he actually kicked though.

Mmm, you looking for confirmation?

I'm looking for a location.

Have a seat.

You want a drink?

No, I'm good.

I need to know where he is.

I know you got connections, Proctor,

and I know you can use those connections

to get me what I need.

Yes, I can,

but the question is whether I should.

See, you asking means you
already know more than I do.

You're not exposed right now.

Keep it that way.

Yeah, but when this is all over,

I'm done for good.

I no longer need you.

I just got to make sure it's over.

You know, it's too bad you
can't ask your ex-girlfriend

the prosecutor,

'cause she would know where to find him.

Actually, Angela and
I are still together.

Oh, man.

You got to teach me whatever
it is you know about women,

because she should hate your
breathing guts by now.

And she would

if I keep going to her for information.

That's why I need you.

I think we could actually be successful

with this John Doe prosecution of Lobos

even without a witness against him,

but there's no way we can do
it without bringing in the files

from Texas and California.

I don't know, Angela. Involving
the other states

could open us up to forum
shopping for Kessler.

He could request a change of venue.

We make the argument that
he was arrested here.

We have the strongest case.

I want to review the files
from the other jurisdictions

and talk to their agents.

Why don't I get those files for you?

The request can be filled
faster if I make it,

especially by my former office.

Great.

- Saxe, what's up?
- Was that, uh, Angela?

What did she want that she
had to come to you on the sly,

she couldn't share with the group, huh?

Why are you here?

You don't seem to be sharing
with the group.

I had an idea.

We told Judge Cross that
we would solve the attempt

on Lobos's life.

Maybe we should.

Yeah, I said that, but
there's nothing to solve.

We know it was the Jimenez.

The identity of the
hitter doesn't really matter

since he's clearly already incarcerated.

But if we prove it was the Jimenez,

we can potentially add that
murder to the list of charges

when we eventually bring Diego
Jimenez to trial, right?

Got to land the big whale sometime.

Do I have your blessing?

Yeah, go for it,

but I doubt you'll find the guy.

It's probably a waste of your time.

Tommy, we need to talk, man.

It's Ghost.

Who was on the phone?

They had the wrong number.

Flyers look good.

I bet we get a call, find Bell.

I just hope she's not hurt.

Look, Holl, if we don't find her,

I promise I'll get you another one.

You can't just replace Bell.

That's like saying if you
died, I'm just gonna go out

and fuck another guy right away.

Jesus, Holly, that's a
fucked-up thing to say.

That's my point.

Look, I want Bell just
like I only want you.

I want Bell,

and I'm not gonna be able
to sleep until we find her.

I'm sure we'll find her.

Thanks for letting me take
the kids to Angela's.

I didn't do it for you.

You know, when my dad
left, I hardly saw him at all.

They deserve better.

Why are you really here?

I need you to get this check to Tommy.

Wow.

You sure we can afford this

now that you only
have club money coming in?

It's not our money, Tasha. It's Tommy's.

Closed the Laundromats, all
the original Truth accounts.

It's his half of
everything, all the businesses.

After Tommy gets this check,

we're officially closed for business.

I'm out.

We are not partners anymore.

Why don't you tell him that yourself?

Because he won't return my calls, okay?

He don't want to see me.

Well, he doesn't want to see me.

Looks like I'm collateral damage

in whatever happened between y'all.

Can you just reach out to Tommy for me?

Today?

Did you hear from Lobos

about why we keep getting half
the motherfucking weight?

Look, Lobos is
stuck in the joint,

and we selling the story that
he dead in the streets,

so motherfucker got problems, all right?

Probably had to scale
down his moves for a minute

while he plays dead, so
slow your roll, man.

All right.

What am I gonna tell our
new primera friends

when we can't deliver the
amount of fuckin' weight

we promised them, Tommy?

Yo, maybe

we should step on the product,

cut it up, right?

Make everybody fucking happy.

- We ain't doing that.
- Why not?

The move is short-minded, man.

I'm not gonna compromise the product.

That would ruin my name in the street.

Change of management doesn't
mean change in product.

- Then what we gonna do?
- I don't know.

Why don't you fucking let me think?

How long have you been back in town?

Long enough to know that
you're not welcome here.

Look, Tommy doesn't
want to talk to you or Ghost.

I think he'll change his mind

when we talk about money.

Not so fast.

Your name ain't on this check.

How much is that for?

You'll find out when you tell Tommy

to come see me.

He knows my number.

We both work for Lobos.

We're on the same side. I'm
looking for your help here.

If we knew the name of
the man who stabbed Lobos,

he'd already be dead.

Well, he's not,

and if somebody else
finds him before we do,

Lobos could have a problem.

We let everyone believe it's the Jimenez

so there aren't any loose ends,

but if the hitter fingers Ghost,
then Ghost can turn witness

and testify against Lobos.

Trust me, if that happens,

No, no, no, no,

Fuck that.

My kids are not spending the night

over at no side piece's house, ever.

That bitch is a drive-by.

She ain't a drive-by. He parked.

And if I act badly, the kids
are the only ones who suffer.

You're being way too nice.

I'm being an adult, Keisha.

Trust me, if it wasn't for them kids,

I'd throw the bitch down the stairs.

You the right amount of wrong,

or you could punch
that bitch in the throat

with that big-ass ring of... Tasha,

where your ring at?

Do not tell me he asked
you to give that shit back.

He wouldn't try it.

It's worth more to me gone.

You sold it?

You that pressed?

I'm not pressed for money, not yet.

I'm just... I'm over it, Keisha.

I'm not playing
make-believe with Ghost anymore.

The Ghost I knew is gone.

Well, look,

if you ever need some extra cash,

you could always do the
books around here for me.

I know you always got my
back, girl, and I appreciate that,

but I'm good.

I'll let you know,
though, if anything changes.

I might need you.

All right, well, I'ma go finish
this weave real quick.

Yeah, help her out.

Stop.

Got some
big spenders over there,

four bottles of
Effen, and it's still early.

My kind of people.

Hey, here they are.

I'm James St. Patrick, the club owner.

Oh!

- Hey, bae, hold my piece. Andy.
- Andy.

- This is Alby.
- Hey, Alby, pleasure.

Hey, great place you got here, bro.

Thanks, man. You know, we... we try.

Well, we love it, don't we, And?

Love it. Yeah, we'll be back.

Creatures of habit, we are.

All right, well, you know what?

You should make a habit of coming
to Verbatim, my new spot.

New? Yeah, I thought that
was a Stern place.

Used to be.

Now it's mine.

You know DJ Taj, right?

DJ Taj? He's the shit.

Well, he'll be
spinning at the re-launch party,

so you should come through.

Yeah, honestly, mate, Verbatim,

it's kind of tired,

but if, uh, Taj is there, I'll swing by.

Sounds good. I'll comp you.

Make sure you bring all
these beautiful ladies too, okay?

- Sounds... sounds good.
- Sounds good.

- Hey, so cool of you, bro.
- No problem.

How about I swing by a
new bottle? That'll be on me.

- That's very good.
- All right.

I'll be right back with two VIP invites.

Don't shoot too many people with that.

What's up, Andre?

Look, man, I came to work
for you to help you out,

but you keeping me out the loop, man.

What's up with that card in that desk,

the one with the blood all over it?

What's up with you looking in my desk?

The funny thing is I was
looking for a goddamn tie,

but that's not the fucking point.

I've seen that card before.

When I was inside, motherfucker
stuck this Puerto Rican nigga

and left a card just
like that on top of him

while he bled the fuck out.

I heard it was some
Mexican Mafia shit or something.

It's
not the Mexican Mafia.

Well, whatever it is, you
get a card like that,

it means you're in trouble.

It means we're in trouble.

Is that why you want me strapped?

Ghost, listen to me.

What you want me to
do? It'll get done, man.

I want you to go back downstairs.

I want you to get back to work.

And if I need help, I'll
ask you for that.

No, you won't, man.

Thank you.

And you, sir?

Nothing for me, thanks.

Hmm, that's a first.

Not like you to pass up a meal.

I mean, you love the pancakes here.

Just give me my money so I can

get the fuck out of here already.

What is going on with you?

I mean, I know you and Ghost got beef,

but that ain't got shit to do with me.

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe I had a little chat with
Kanan before he kicked.

He had a pretty
fucking interesting theory

about how we got set
up in the first place.

You want to hear it?

Little story about a broken taillight

and an anonymous tip from a woman?

Look, Tommy, I don't know what Kanan...

Don't even try to fucking lie to me.

Ghost already copped to the
two of you setting him up.

Just eat your goddamn pancakes.

Okay, you want to talk about lying?

How long was Ghost fucking
Miss Puerto Rico

before you told me, hmm?

Oh, wait, you never did.

You lied to me about Kanan for ten years

like I was a fucking chump.

Tommy, we couldn't tell you, okay?

I mean, the fewer people who
knew about Kanan the better.

We had to do what was
best for you, for everyone.

Best for me?

Oh, maybe that's why
Ghost started fucking Angela.

He was just doing what was best for you.

Wow. It's like that?

Take your fucking money, Tommy.

The truth is,

in both our cases,

Ghost had us doing what
was best for him.

I need security at my booth.

I hate being bothered and
people making requests... so dodgy.

And I need the DJ
booth moved to the center

of the dance floor.

The DJ booth is up there to the left.

That's very nice for you,

but I need to be at
the center of the event

so I can control the crowd.

All right, I'll try to get it done.

There's no trying involved, is there?

Get the DJ booth moved to
the center of the dance floor

or I can't perform here.

The legendary DJ Taj. It's
great to meet you, man.

We're so excited for you to join us.

He doesn't shake hands.

- I really don't.
- I see.

You see this shit?

I was just saying to your employee

I will be needing the DJ booth

moved to the center of
the dance floor because...

No need to explain. Consider it done.

Get someone on it right way, all right?

Cheers. I'll see you at sound check.

See you then.

This motherfucker wants a
fresh quart of orange juice

delivered to him every 30 minutes.

He think he Beyonce or something?

You know what, man?

He's gonna make us a
lot of fucking money.

He's the hottest DJ in
EDM right now, all right?

He's got a huge following,

and you can't show him a gun

and expect him to do what
you want him to do.

Come on, Andre, it don't work that way.

It's a club, man.

Fuck him.

Sometimes you have to
do what you got to do.

Speaking the fuck of which,

I need to get him to
sign these damn contracts.

Can you handle the
contracts? Something just came up.

What's up?

Oh, I get it. It's none
of my business, right?

Just put the booth where he wants it

and get the contracts signed.

Yo, man, my dad's
pissed you skimped on our shit.

This order's half of what you promised.

That's why I'm only taking
half the money.

Now, what's the problem?

Problem is not enough for profit.

We run out too quickly.

With no drugs, we cannot hold territory.

I understand why you're mad.

You want more drugs. I want more money.

If I had more drugs,

I would gladly take more of
your money, but I don't.

The problem will be resolved
quickly, I promise.

Your promise is worth shit!

Hey.

We should go back to our old connect.

I can't make you buy my drugs,

but it's gonna take you a long time

to find another connect

that will hook you up with this quality.

Time is money.

Now, you want to waste money,

or you want to get this
shit on the street?

We made a deal.

I have made
promises because of our deal.

I understand that, but
I ran into problems

that I couldn't have
predicted, and because of that...

This kind of shit makes us look bad

on the streets, homie.

Uh-oh.

The circumstances were out of my hands,

but that will be remedied soon.

Next shipment, which will
be sooner than normal,

I'll throw in a
couple of keys on the house

to make up for this... inconvenience.

How's that sound?

We all have setbacks.

It is how we move
forward that is important.

Word up.

Domo arigato.

Yo, that's Japanese, son.

Do you even know how
offensive that shit is?

It is the effort that counts.

Stay for dinner, please.

Enjoy some of our services on the house.

I got a lady and a pizza at home,

- but I appreciate the offer.
- Hey, hey, hey.

Bro, you might be happily married,

but I ain't got no girl at home.

Slow your roll, tiger. There'll
be time for that.

We got work to do.

Shin, Dylan, pleasure doing
business with you.

Oh, shit.

What up, Dre?

The fuck you been hiding?

Shit, just grinding, trying
to get this paper, man.

You don't look like you on no grind.

You look like you about to go to court.

You got a bail hearing, B?

Nah, motherfucker, I
run three nightclubs,

so I got to dress like
a goddamn citizen, man.

Shit, what I miss?

You ain't missing shit.

Same old, except remember Tru,

that nigga from down south?

- Hmm.
- He got clipped last week.

No reason... just
wrong place, wrong time.

Niggas be out here wilding for real.

Speaking of which, I ain't
see your boy Kanan in a minute.

Shit, ain't no telling where he at, bro.

Just thought maybe he
went corporate too.

Might see you niggas on
"Shark Tank" and shit.

Whatever, man.

Yo, them clubs be
raking in that dough...

Or you wouldn't fuck with it.

I know you, nigga. You a
grimy street cat like me.

We need to hit they ass for a lick.

People buy drinks with
cash over there, right?

Got to be a lot of loot up in that spot.

Nah, ain't the move, bro.

Shit, this nigga's gone soft overnight.

Fuck nah, man. I'm just saying

I just started working over there,

so I don't know the
ins and outs of everything.

What I do know is they
got security cameras

and ex-militia watching
that front door.

I ain't getting sent
back upstate for nobody,

especially your black ass.

Bad news is,

couldn't get a location on Lobos.

- How hard you try?
- I'm not a goddamn magician.

He's not in the system anymore.

You know what is in the system?

Death certificate.

You absolutely sure
Lobos is still alive?

Yes.

Someone's going to a lot of trouble

to make it look the other way.

Most likely he's in witness protection,

and you're fucked

'cause he's halfway to Arizona by now.

Lobos wouldn't snitch.

Not his style.

Multiple stab wounds in the belly...

that could change a man's style.

If you're right, I can
only think of one other option.

It's called a John Doe prosecution.

New York feds have a
history with these cases.

Lobos will be tried in a closed court.

No one knows his real name.

It only gets approved when the
identity of the defendant

is dangerous information in itself.

The person's life has to
be under credible threat.

So the attempt on his life...

Yup, probably caused the U.S. Attorney

to go John Doe to keep him safe.

If this is a John Doe situation,

you got a better
chance of finding Jimmy Hoffa.

I see.

Does Lobos know you tried to kill him?

I never said I tried to kill him.

Oh, cut the shit.

I'm your attorney here,

and I need to know if
you're in real danger.

Do you think Lobos is
gonna make a move on you?

I don't know.

Well, if you don't know, then
you can't watch your back.

You need to ask Angela

how to find Lobos

so you could close the issue.

I can't do that.

You may have to decide between
protecting your girl

or saving your own life.

I know which one I would choose.

What's up, baby?

You drunk already?

We didn't get one
call about Bell, not one.

Give it some time.

Those flyers only been up for a minute.

I don't think we're gonna find her.

I think she's dead.

I brought you home some big bucks.

That might make you happy.

Holy shit.

Can't believe we have so much money.

- Yeah.
- It's legit.

Well, it will be when
I put it in the bank,

but I got a ton of shit to do, so...

I got nothing to do tomorrow.

I'll handle that thing for you.

Whoa, Holly, Holly, I'll handle it.

Oh, come on, baby, you
want to handle something?

Handle this.

Yeah.

- Yeah, you like that?
- Fuck, yeah.

Oh, yeah, I do.

- Oh, yeah.
- Oh, yeah.

- Oh.
- Oh, you read my mind.

Come on, baby, come on.

Oh, fuck, yeah.

Julito, tell Tommy to call me back.

Shit's going down he
needs to fucking know about.

Do whatever you got to do
to get him to hit me back.

- Steve.
- Yeah?

I want the lasers to
go through the smoke,

and I want the snow to
fall simultaneously.

All of this needs to happen at midnight,

but I want to see it now if I can.

Ha ha!

My man.

All right, folks, thank you.

Thank you all for your hard work.

It looks beautiful. We're
gonna have a great time.

Thank you, guys. Looks
great, doesn't it?

It looks awesome.

- What's the word on Taj?
- I got some bad news.

DJ Taj just tweeted that he's playing

at Visage tonight across the street.

How the fuck did this happen?

Well, he went with a higher bidder.

Andre never made him sign the contract.

I want to see Andre right away,

and get a replacement DJ for tonight.

Okay, I'm on it.

Who owns the club across the street?

- I don't know.
- Find out.

Motherfuckers right there.

Just hangin' out.

Hey, also, angel wings

and the group, they can come in.

Ladies.

Hey, cheers for the DJ, mate.

Ta, mate.

Hey, aren't those the
guys from the VIP...

They're the owners of the club.

They scooped us.

Look, man, I'm sorry I fucked up.

I got a DJ coming
tonight. He's from my hood.

- He's on his way right now.
- Yeah?

You know what? Maybe next
time we can get the fucking dude

who runs the bodega on
the corner to spin.

Dude, I'm hustling, man.

No, your head ain't in the game.

You weren't so
concerned about my business,

maybe you wouldn't have
made this damn mistake.

He left right after sound check.

I thought I had time to do
it before he went on tonight.

Look, I don't know this shit.

I'm a hustler. I... I know the streets.

If you want shit done a certain way,

then maybe you should
do it yourself, bro.

Look, I'm on your team, man.

I'm mad too. Look, they right there.

We can go fuck them bitch-ass
niggas up right now.

It'd make me feel better.

So you just gonna let
them punk you like that?

You know what?

Sometimes no
response is the best response,

so we not gonna make a
move, not right now, Andre.

They'd be expecting it.

We'll let them wait in fear.

We make a plan, and then we attack.

Tasha, come in.

It takes a while to get
used to the childproof doorknobs.

Jamie didn't mention you were...

I didn't tell Ghost I was stopping by.

I needed to see
where my kids are gonna be.

Yasmine is potty training.

She doesn't like to go alone,
so you'll need to sit with her.

- I can do that.
- Good.

Make sure you put her down around 7:30.

Read her a book.

Give her a sippy cup with
warm organic milk, 2%.

She won't drink anything
else. Whole is too creamy.

Skim isn't creamy
enough. It's a whole thing.

I... I covered
all the electrical outlets

and got latches on the cabinets.

You still need corner
guards for the coffee table,

and keep all sharp objects

out of Yasmine's reach, mm-kay?

Your eye level or higher.

Absolutely.

Other than that,

the place looks good.

Smaller than I pictured.

Uh, where are Tariq and
Raina gonna sleep?

Are their bedrooms this way?

It's just our room in there.

Jamie said the kids would
be okay on the floor

with sleeping bags.

If that doesn't work for you...

No, it's fine. They'll be fine.

I think we've covered it, so...

Tasha?

Thank you.

You wanted him, you wanted them, okay?

Remember that.

You better be sure you're
ready for this.

I can't just deposit the check?

I just need a signature
on a couple of documents.

It's standard procedure to
fill out these IRS forms

when it comes to
deposits this large, Miss.

I assume you're authorized by Mr. Egan

to sign for the account?

If you could just provide
me with a photo ID,

I can get started with the process.

And which account did
you want to deposit it in,

the personal checking or the LLC?

If you'd just punch in the security code

and the password,

I can access the account online,

and we could expedite the process.

If you forgot the password,

I'm sure if we call
Mr. Egan, he could help.

I'll just dial him up right now.

No, I don't want to bother him at work.

I'll come back.

I don't want to go over there.

- It's just one night.
- But why?

Why do we have to, like, sleep over?

Why can't we just come home?

Because your father wants you there.

Look, I want you both to
be on your best behavior.

Show this woman how
well you were raised.

All right, we will, but why do we have

to be punished for Dad's mistakes?

Tariq, you're not being punished, okay?

Your father wants you
to be a part of his life.

- He loves you.
- Do you still love him, Mom?

Your father...

gave me you guys.

We're a family.

Come here.

Family is forever, okay?

It's never over.

Come here. Come here.

What the hell were you thinking,
going down there?

I was doing you a favor.

I was depositing your check.

I told you that I would take care of it.

You weren't gonna do it, so
I figured I'd do it myself.

All right, from now on
you don't make no moves

without talking about it
with me first, all right?

Not about nothing, you hear me?

But especially my fucking money.

I thought that was our money.

Even if it is, then you

sure as shit should have run it by me.

All right, if we're gonna
be in this for the long haul,

we got to be 100 with each other.

No lies, no...

sneaking around each
other's fucking backs.

'Kay, you're right.

It won't happen again.

I'm sorry.

Bet.

I won't make any moves without
talking to you first,

but you got to let me help.

If we're gonna be
partners, then let's be partners.

What you want to do, partner?

I don't know.

I thought maybe you could teach
me how to move the money around.

Then I could do it.

How did you set this all up?

I don't know. Tasha did all that for me.

Tasha knows how to do this?

I thought her banking skills
were strictly withdrawal only.

Nah, T's real smart about
this kind of shit.

She studied fucking accounting.

She almost got her
diploma and everything.

Almost?

She married Ghost and quit school.

Look, I know Tasha's a bitch,

but maybe we should
bring her in on this.

She can teach me how
to handle the money.

No, no way.

I don't want nothing to
do with those people.

You just said it. She's smart.

You and Ghost never got
nabbed by the IRS, right?

Look, since Ghost
closed down the Laundromats,

we're gonna need to figure out
another way to handle the money.

Baby, I'm gonna fuck this
up if I do it on my own.

We use Tasha till I learn the ropes,

and then we get rid of her.

I gotta go.

But we'll figure this
out together, okay?

Okay.

But together.

Together.

I was thinking about something.

If I had found the location on Lobos,

you had a plan in place?

I did.

That's a loose end.

He doesn't know who I am.

He never did.

- You sure?
- I'm sure.

You're worth the money.

Oh, you have no idea.

It was you, right?

Why did you send it
back to the precincts?

Why did I send what
back to what precincts?

The evidence of the murders the Jimenez

ordered against
Lobos's New York Syndicate?

Vladimir and Drifty

and the attempt on Lobos himself, huh?

The La Araña cards, the
crime scene photos,

witness statements...

it's all been farmed
back out to the NYPD,

to the individual precincts.

It'll take months to get that back.

It's all gone,

and oops, no one signed the orders

to return it to the locals.

Well, that's just the kind of
sloppy thing you would do.

Okay, I know you don't trust me, Saxe.

Hell, I probably
wouldn't trust me if I were you,

but I wasn't even here

when that evidence was
gathered, remember?

I was suspended because of Isabel.

Well, I'm sorry if I'm
jumping to conclusions.

Look, it's probably some clerical error.

I'm waiting on evidence from California.

You're looking for...
wait, what are you looking for?

I'm trying to find the
guy who stabbed Lobos.

I want him to flip on the Jimenez

and give us cause to
prosecute them here too.

That guy's not
gonna flip on the Jimenez.

I don't know, Angela.

The death penalty makes people talk.

Dad, look, she only has four plates.

That's all we need, girl.

Here's Yasmine's plate right here.

Jamie, we need to talk.

- Hey.
- I thought we said 7:00.

Didn't we say 7:00?

We did.

Uh, the kids got dropped
off a little early... sorry.

Hi!

Hi, everyone.

Oh, my goodness.

This is the little one.

Hello.

Hello.

The table looks lovely.

That's all Raina's doing.

Oh, thank you.

- It's nice to meet you, Raina.
- Hi.

Tariq, welcome.

Your father talks
about you all the time.

I'm gonna get myself
changed, and then I'm all yours.

Okay, perfect.

Okay.

Perfect.

Okay, go play with your toys.

Raina, let me talk to you for a minute.

Come on, Yas. You can
play with your toys right here.

Listen, kids,

I know it's hard,

but I want us to really try, okay?

All right?

He knew where the cameras were.

Wait, wait, wait, stop that.

You back that up a little bit?

Right there, right there.

You zoom in on that? Yeah,
grab that for me.

I want to get a better
look at that tattoo.

Okay.

Come on, come on.

Ugh.

You the motherfucker that
broke into my house?

Lobos sent you, you
fucking piece of shit?

English, motherfucker.

That's better.

Mr. Lobos is a man who
does what he says,

and he doesn't like to
ask the same question twice,

so... yes.

I was in your home where you sleep,

where your woman sleeps.

Was the message received?

Oh, yeah, I got the fucking message.

Huh.

And what are you doing about what
you told Jefe you would do?

Ghost got in touch with me.

He wants to meet up tonight,

and when he shows...

I'ma put a fucking bullet in his head.

Hmm.

Yo, but that shipment was light.

How the fuck am I
supposed to be Lobos's distro

if I ain't got enough shit to distro?

The next shipment will be in full

after we fix, um,

unexpected cash flow problems.

What are you still doing here?

I found something, Mike.

I think I found the guy.

- The Lobos guy?
- The Lobos guy.

And I think he's still here in MCC.

I'm going there now to talk to him.

You want to come?

No, you go ahead.

We'll discuss it in the
morning. Night, Saxe.

Night.

Stick to the story.

Yeah, Si.

I have to take this. We're done?

Yeah, we're done.

But you know what?

Me and you very soon
are gonna have to have

a little talk about my dog.

- You're a lawyer?
- Mm-hmm.

- What kind?
- I'm a prosecutor.

I put bad guys in jail.

And she had to make really
good grades in school

- to do that.
- Dad, I get it.

So how'd you guys meet?

Actually, uh, we met in high school.

So before you met Mom?

Hey, Tariq,

I got you...

your favorite video game.

You can play it now if you want.

Everything's set up, I think.

That TV's way too small.

My mom got a big screen at home.

Son, take one of these.

Show your old man how it's done.

- Go.
- You know you gonna lose, right?

How you gonna beat me with
sad moves like that?

Sad moves? I'm about to whoop you, man.

You is going...

- Boom! Down!
- You need to get up.

You too old.

You right.

- Oh, man!
- Yeah, s'up?

This boy's kinda good.

Eh, he's not that good.

- I will beat you too.
- Angela, I need to take this.

You mind showing my son how it's done?

- Me?
- Yeah. I'll be right back.

I used to play
PlayStation with my nephew sometimes.

How different could this be?

Did you get the check?

Yeah, I got it.

Any problem with the number?

Yo, you didn't call
me to shoot the shit.

What's up?

Look, man, it's... it's better we meet

and discuss it in person.

Oh... all right.

Brooklyn Bridge Park, now.

♪ You don't know the life ♪

♪ They've come for me ♪

♪ When you
thought that I'd be here ♪

♪ I'm with them ♪

♪ They're not where you're from ♪

♪ What we've seen
is what we've got ♪

♪ All the paths have melded to one ♪

♪ Mother used to say to me ♪

♪ "Have you been good?" ♪

♪ Spoke to me like history ♪

♪ "Have you been good?" ♪

Dinner was really good.

Your dad made it, but thank you.

Um, can I go use your bathroom?

Of course. It's straight back there.

These are the last.

Great.

You've been such a big help.

Yasmine's really lucky to
have a big sister like you.

I've got a big sister too.

I'd be lost without her.

Does Dad know her?

- What does that mean?
- She's awake.

She probably wants to be picked up.

Go ahead.

I'll show you how to
get her back to sleep.

He's in for murder?

Yeah, two life sentences.

He's only up here for
about two more months.

Suspect in some prison fight case.

Goes back to Otisville
right after the trial.

Is he in one of the
interview rooms already, or...

He should be. I made the call.

The fuck?

Stay close.

Down on the floor! Down
on the fucking floor!

Inmate was stabbed.

Just found the body, and of course,

none of these pieces
of shit saw anything.

Get the body out of here.

Yes, ma'am.

Ahh...

Yo, boss, you keep snorting
all the fucking product, man,

it won't be nothing left to sell.

Yo, Grim...

Fuck's that supposed to mean?

I don't know. I just mean...

Aah!

Aah!

- Ah!
- Oh!

Nobody ever better disrespect me again.

That should have been
you for talking to Ghost.

It should have been you!

♪ Foot hard down on the gasoline ♪

♪ Everybody here knows ♪

♪ What I may need ♪

♪ I'm burnin' up just
the way I should ♪

♪ Oh, ma ♪

♪ There's a top and a bottom line ♪

♪ Send me a vision ♪

♪ Besides how I'm livin' ♪

♪ All the world to show ♪

♪ Dressed up, lookin'
for a place to go ♪

♪ A body full of yes ♪

♪ A head full of I don't know ♪

♪ And a whole lot of seed to sow ♪

♪ Boy, get off the pyre ♪

♪ A star's just something ♪

♪ On fire ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ♪

♪ Lookin' to sell
me a better dream ♪

♪ Girl, you look like a sure thing ♪

♪ Turns out the queen ain't
really the queen ♪

♪ Just like the
cream ain't really cream ♪

♪ No no no ♪

I fucked up.

Baby, you okay?

- Holly, I fucked up.
- What happened?

I'm not okay.

You're not okay. We're not safe.

They're gonna kill us. I fucked up.

I had him right there.

I didn't do it.

Okay, tell me what happened.

Tommy, tell me what's going on.

Come on.

Give me the gun.

Come on.

Give me.

I was supposed to kill Ghost tonight,

but I couldn't do it.

What?

Lobos ordered me to kill Ghost,

and since I didn't do
it, he's coming after us.

Bell didn't get lost, Holly.

Lobos had her killed as a warning.

He told me he was gonna do it,

said he was gonna kill her

and then you if I didn't kill Ghost,

and he did.

He did it, Holly.

Bell is dead 'cause of me.

I understand.

He was my brother...

my whole life, my family.

I know.

I know he was.

I know you can do this.

What?

I know you can kill Ghost.

If you can't kill
Ghost for yourself, Tommy...

Do it for me.

Do it.

I will.

I promise.

Who the fuck is that?

Tommy, there's
something I have to tell you.

I made a call today.

I should have checked with you first.

- What?
- But don't be mad.

- Holly, what did you... wh...
- Promise you won't be mad.

What did you do, Holly?

I hear you have a problem.

Apparently, I can help?

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