All language subtitles for Power s06e02_English

GHOST:
Previously onPower...

ANGELA: I've got one just like it.

Number's programmed in.

Get back to me.

It just feels right.

I know.

Got you something.

[ dramatic music ]

This is great.

You are going to give us

everything you have
on St. Patrick,

or else you are going down right along with him.

I want 24 hours to consider.

You have to take the deal
they're offering.

It's your only way out.

I'm trying
to get out of it, Paz.

I think I have a way.

I love you, Angie.

- [ gunshot ]
- [ gasps ]

We need you to authorize
an autopsy.

You don't need
to cut my sister open

to know that Jamie
St. Patrick did this.

You are the prime suspect
in the murder

of a federal prosecutor,

and if you won't
turn Tommy in...

I'm not giving Tommy up.

I'm putting Tommy in
a body bag, not a prison cell.

Do you read me, Joe?

Why were you
and Ghost fighting?

He swindled me into killing
my own father.

You made this mess.

You fix it.

Oh, and by the way,

I want a divorce.

TASHA: You fucked up, Tommy!

You took a shot at the devil,
and you missed.

[ machine gun firing ]

You know who it was, Tommy.

You gonna run,
or you gonna stand and fight?

This is war, LaKeisha.

I should send
you and Cash away.

I don't care.

I'm staying.

JOE: They say this is a big, rich town, yeah, yeah

And I just come
from the poorest part, oh

Bright lights, city life

I gotta make it,
this is where it goes down

Yeah, yeah

I just happen
to come up hard

Come up hard

Legal or illegal, baby,
I gotta make it

50 CENT: I never took
a straight path nowhere

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

I live, I learn

Yeah, slick talker,
shit talker

New Yorker,
collecting property

PlayingMonopoly

You might wanna bond
with us

Build and break bread

You think I'm fuck around

Look, there's money
to make here

More snakes than rats,
just habits of my habitat

Grab the strap, I'ma
show you who to blam it at

Goddamn, can't we all
just get along

Hell naw, not when
you forget who put you on

My plug gave me
the keys to success

Take two and make three,
they the best

Pure shit, not weird shit,
I got this

Fearless, not careless,
now watch this

Money flip like
it's supposed to flip

Re-up, then double up,
watch me hit the lick

JOE: They say this is
a big, rich town

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I just come
from the poorest part, oh

Bright lights, city life

I gotta make it,
this is where it goes down

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I just happen
to come up hard

Come up hard

Legal or illegal, baby,
I gotta make it

[ desolate music ]

That was a big assault
on my organization.

No, no, no,
it wasn't against you.

It was a family matter.

Tommy got in over his head.

And it seems
now so have you.

I have a business to run,

and these personal matters
of yours

are costing me
a lot of time and money.

GHOST: Which is why I'm here.

I can't bring Tommy back.

I don't want
to fucking go to war.

[ uneasy music ]

Okay.

I'll take your money,

but this... [ laughs ]

Is not enough.

You're gonna pay me $100,000
every two weeks

to not retaliate.

Otherwise...

I will kill you myself.

[ rock music playing
on car stereo ]

Who the fuck takes
the Queensboro Bridge

this time of day?
I'm giving you one star!

Fuck you,
you Eminem-looking fuck!

Now I'm giving you zero stars,
but keep testing me!

Test these nuts, Marshall!

Yeah, hey, 'Riq.

Thanks for setting up
that ride for me,

but, uh, I'm gonna need you
to give that driver
negative stars.

What happened to your car?
Why'd you need a ride?

I'll tell you later.

Hey, look, I gotta go.

Thanks for your help.

All right, later.

TOMMY: Later.

[ door clicks ]

BRAYDEN: Hey, 'Riq.

Got you a new customer.

That Zolpidem was sweet.

Can I get some?
B said 20 bucks a pop.

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

What?

Come on, man.
It's cool.

I won't tell anyone.

Here.

I'll give you $30.

Get out.
Now.

I know you were full of shit,
you choad.

You probably stole them
from your sister again.

Hey, Luke, wait, I--

Come on, bro.
Dude.

You're killing me, Smalls.

Yo, what the fuck
are you thinking,

bringing people in here
like that?

Next time they want something,
they go through you, all right?

Dude, you're kidding.

Does it look
like I'm fucking kidding?

Charge 'em $30 a pill.
You keep $10.

When you're done with those,
bring the cash back.

I got some more for you.

[ laughs ]
Hell yeah!

That's what's up!

Oh, bring it in, dog!
Bring it in!

Yeah!

[ knocking at door ]

I need your help, man.
I gotta tell you something.

Do you?

Yeah.
I killed Tommy.

- What?
- I killed Tommy.

Are you serious?

Yes, I'm serious.

I killed Tommy last night, Joe.

I need you to alibi me.

Don't get me wrong.
I would love to, truly,

but I was at my daughter's
ballet recital last night,

and the new U.S. attorney

decided to pay me a visit,

so I was literally
with the Feds

while you were out
playing Grim Reaper.

Fuck.

Can Tasha help?

No, Tasha's not
a fucking option.

I'm on my way
to my divorce arbitration.

Is now really
the best time for that?

It wasn't my call.

Got it. Been there.

The thing with Tommy--
were there witnesses?

Only other bad guys.
Nobody that matters.

Okay, then we'll--

we'll figure out a way
to cover your tracks.

It's good for everyone

that Tommy's gone.

I know I'm gonna sleep better.

He was my fucking best friend,
man.

He was my brother.

Well, I'd say I'm sorry
for your loss,

but you're the one
who pulled the trigger.

[ melancholy music ]

I had no choice.
I had to do it.

So now I've lost both Tommy
and Angela in three days.

Speaking of which,

and I shouldn't have
to tell you this,

but you better not be planning
on going to Angela's funeral.

Of course I'm going
to her funeral.

Well, can you at least
bring Tasha,

remind everybody
that you're a family man?

I just said
Tasha's not an option, Joe!

[ knock at door ]

- Joseph Proctor?
- Yeah.

You've been served.

So what is it?

A notice to appear.

My cokehead ex
is fighting for custody.

You sure you want to go through
with that divorce?

All right, come on, come on.

Come on, everybody,
gather round.

I got an announcement
to make.

Now,

I don't want to freak
nobody out or nothing,

but I'm kind of dead.

The fuck you mean?

This better not be
no zombie shit or something,

'cause the niggas
with the biggest brains

always dyin' first
in that shit.

Then you ain't got nothing
to worry about.

Fuck, nigga, what you get
on the SAT?

2275.

Oh, damn.
For real?

Are you assholes done?

Somebody came for me
last night,

and as far as I know,
they think they succeeded.

Who was it?

Don't worry about it.
I got that shit on lock.

For now, I just need everybody

to fucking move their weight

and keep your mouths shut.

Nobody knows I'm breathing.

You got it?

Need us to rat on somebody?

Nah, it's a one-man job.
I'm good.

So everybody
just get your shit.

Let's get the fuck
out of here.

Yo, you sure, Tommy?

Nigga, he said take your shit
and go.

- [ gun cocking ]
- I look like I take orders
from you, motherfucker?

Whoa!

Use your words, 2275.

Not now, Spanky.

You take orders from me!

Grim, I need a ride
back to the city.
Let's go.

Hey, boss, ain't you just say
someone's trying to kill you?

Yo, I'm going that way.

No, I'm good.

BG, let's go.

Bitch.

[ elevator bell dings ]

Saxe got the sister, Paz,
to agree to an autopsy.

He's convinced the results
are gonna nail St. Patrick.

You really think St. Patrick
is sloppy enough
to leave evidence?

The man rode with Angela
to the hospital.

Now, either he's innocent,
or he's cold as fuck

and we're not gonna find
a stitch of physical proof

he did a goddamn thing.

Maybe we can turn
the wife right now.

Blanca, Warner told us
to ask about Terry Silver
and nothing else.

[ knocking ]

Agent Donovan, FBI.

Sergeant Blanca Rodriguez.

I remember both of you.

What are you doing
in my hotel?

We're looking
into the whereabouts
of Deleterious Silver.

He was scheduled to be in court
a couple days ago

and never showed.

Seems like the people
closest to you

keep disappearing,
Mrs. St. Patrick.

You wouldn't know anything
about that, would you?

It sounds like I'm being
accused of something.

- No, no, not at all.
- TASHA: Good,

'cause I been looking
for Terry everywhere.

When was the last time
you spoke to him?

I s-saw him--

I believe he came here
the morning

before he was supposed
to be in court.

And what was the nature
of your conversation?

- Blanca...
- TASHA: Isn't that the
whole point

of attorney-client privilege?

I don't have to tell you
anything he said to me

or anything I said to him.

So he was still your lawyer

at the time
of his disappearance?

[ tense music ]

YASMINE: Mommy!

I'm sorry.
I have to go.

Thank you for your time,
Mrs. St. Patrick.

- TASHA: Mm-hmm.
- Mrs. St. Patrick,

do you know anything
about the death
of Angela Valdes?

Rodriguez...

It's always a tragedy

when someone dies
before their time.

Excuse me.

[ exhales forcefully ]

What the hell was that?

I spent six hours
in an interrogation room

with that woman.
She's not stupid.

I bet she knows
exactly what happened

to both Angela
and Terry Silver.

We should put a tail on her.

Warner won't authorize that.

Find another way.

[ melancholy synth music ]

SAXE: Actually, uh, that's...

government-issued.
We have to keep that.

Here, I'll put it
with her laptop and cell phone.

You arrest Jamie yet?

Well, uh, we won't have
the autopsy results

for a few days.

There's actually something else
I wanted to...

Look, I'm sorry
for the timing of this,

but I thought you should know.

They put a freeze
on Angela's benefits.

- Why?
- It's bullshit,

but since she was killed

before she was
an official witness,

HR has to sort some things out.

She's worked here
for nine years.

She lost her life
for this job.

What could they possibly
have to sort out?

W--[ laughs ]

The...unclear nature
of your sister's alliances

creates some complications.

What's that supposed to mean?

How--how well
did you know your sister?

Ah.

[ desolate music ]

You've had it in for Angelita

from the minute
she was promoted over you.

You promised that you
were going to arrest Jamie.

That is the only reason
I gave you permission

to cut her body open
last night.

I know.

It's like, every time
I close my eyes,

I can't stop seeing it.

Good.

Oh, my God.

I can't afford
to pay for a funeral.

What? No, hey.

No, don't--don't worry
about that.

We both know she was gonna flip
on St. Patrick,

so it'll all be cleared up soon.

Right.

Uh, in the meantime,
let me know

if you find anything
in her belongings

that, you know, might be
helpful in the case.

Anything.
Anything at all.

All right.

Are we ready to begin?

Frankly, I don't understand
why we're even here,

given the St. Patricks'
ironclad prenup.

Because
our forensic accountant

discovered that Mr. St. Patrick
has hidden accounts

that may not be covered
by that agreement.

Really, Tasha, you hired
a forensic accountant?

Really, James,
you had hidden accounts?

I emptied those
to honor our daughter!

Well, maybe if you had been
half as worried
about protecting Raina

as you are about honoring her,
we wouldn't be here!

Mrs. St. Patrick, I--

Please do not call me that.

I'm going back to Green.

I want half of everything.

Mrs. S--

Green,

I've reviewed
all the documents,
and the fact is this:

you can go to court to try to get these assets,

but the prenuptial agreement
clearly states

that in the event
that you initiate a divorce,

you get nothing.

SCHULMAN:
We're going to fight you
every step of the way.

TASHA: Thanks.

Listen, I'ma catch up
with you, all right?

Everything I asked for
isn't for me.
It's for our kids.

Yeah, and I already give you
money for our kids.

Well, it's not enough!

Tariq needs books.

Yasmine is growing
like a weed.

You know what?
I don't even know
why I'm surprised anymore,

'cause it's not like
you've been putting
your kids first lately.

Everything I do
is for those kids.

Oh, really?
Well, what about Angela?

Was doing her
for the kids too?

Wow, are we really
still on that, Tasha?

When are you gonna let that go?

I know it ain't
a good time to ask,

but I need you to go
to her funeral with me.

[ scoffs ]

Are you out
of your goddamn mind?

Why would I do that?

Because you and I both know
that...

[ softly ]
I didn't kill Angela.

Listen to me.
If I go away for her murder,

then you don't get a dime,
prenup or not.

You are unbelievable.

And if the Feds find out
you were working with Angela,

then you become high
on their suspect list.

So it's important
that we maintain

a united, innocent front,

and an innocent person
would go to her funeral.

Fine,

but I need you
to do something for me.

I know you're mad at Tommy,
but you can't
go after him, Ghost.

Please, okay?

The divorce is hard enough
on the kids,

especially Tariq.

He's already lost so much.

Got it.
Stay away from Tommy.

I'm gonna take the stairs,
all right?

I'll see you
at the funeral.

Thanks for coming in.

I've already told you guys
everything I know about Joey.

And we appreciate that,

but see, the thing is,

he went and signed
an agreement

that protects him
from previous crimes,

so I need to get him
on something new,

and I'm thinking
the best way to do that

would be to get a bug
in his house,

maybe, um,
in your daughter's backpack.

And how the fuck would I get
a bug in my kid's backpack

if I don't get to see her?

Hmm.

I see your point.

Oh. How about this?

I could go to court
with you tomorrow

and get this whole
custody thing worked out.

Oh, my God.
You would do that for me?

Go fuck yourself.

I never want to see
any of you ever again.

Besides, I could lawyer
you all under the table.

I don't need your help.

What I need is a job.

Yeah, you're never gonna
get hired by the government

with your...history.

No shit,

but I had an interview
at a private firm today,

and a recommendation
from the U.S. attorney's office

would probably go
a long way.

I like you.

How does Elisa Marie
feel about, uh,

unicorns?

[ desolate music ]

MAN ON TV: Boss just feeling
each other out...

So what happens now, Tommy?

Nothing, hopefully.

I mean, you got rid of the...

[ softly ]
Gun, right?

So, yeah, it's over,

and I go back to--
we go back
to business as usual.

[ TV continues indistinctly ]

What about Ghost?

I don't know.

I mean, I thought
we was even, but...

clearly, he doesn't agree.

I mean, he gotta go, but...

I just can't see doing that
to Tasha and the kids
right now.

Really?
He didn't seem to care

about what killing you
would do to me and Cash.

MAN ON TV: Oh,
almost gets nailed...

Good point.

[ knock at door ]

Tommy.

- What if it's
the fucking cops?
- It ain't the cops.

- Calm down.
- Cash, okay, I gotta get Cash.

Hey, yo, LaKeisha.

Cash, Cash, go to your room,
okay?

I'm just getting
to the good part!

Cash, now!
Go to your room!

'Keisha, just get the door.
It's okay.

[ breathing heavily ]

[ sighs ]

What's up?

Hello.

[ sighs ]
Um...

have you talked
to Tommy today?

I went by his place,
and he's not--

Yo, what's up, Tash?

Tommy, I am so happy
to see--

I meant what I said.

Don't come back.

Bye.

'Keisha, what you doing?

You don't gotta do that to her.
She's your best friend!

Fuck that.
Tasha's only my friend
when she needs something.

We're done
with the St. Patricks.

I'm not talking to her no more,
and neither are you.

Look, okay, why don't we just
finish cleaning up here

and I'll tell you a little story
about a magical white powder

that has the power
to make people very rich?

Tommy, when I got rid
of that gun,

I wasn't thinking
about our future

or Cash or none of that,

and when I just thought
it was the fucking cops
at the door,

- I almost freaked out!
- Yeah, I know.

Maybe we shouldn't talk about
the drug business tonight.

Okay, 'Keish--

you--all right.

LAKEISHA: Cash, you okay?

- [ cell phone buzzes ]
- All right.

[ uneasy music ]

[ door clicks ]

Hey.

What are you doing here?

Uh, close the door, son.

Uh, have a seat.
I want to rap with you
about something.

Who's dead now?

- Why would you--
- Just tell me, Ghost.

Who was it?
Ma? Uncle Tommy?

Who?

Uncle Tommy.

Sorry, 'Riq.

How and when?

Last night.

I'm sorry, but when you walked in

on me and your Uncle Tommy fighting,

it was because
he killed Angela.

[ desolate music ]

But he was aiming for me.

Some things
are unforgivable.

So you killed him.

Yes.
I had no choice.

Why was Uncle Tommy
after you?

I mean,
that's the thing, son.

To be honest, I don't know,
you know?

Sometimes the people
that you trust the most

can turn on you with no warning.

- Son, look, I know
it's a lot for you--
- Man, I gotta study.

I wanted to tell you myself.

Uh, your high score
is going down.

Yeah, you're not
gonna beat it, though.

Yeah, I will.

- [ cell phone buzzes ]
- Watch when it goes up.

Hold up.

Yo, I gotta take this.

Hold up.

Yo, what up, 'Riq?

TARIQ: What did my dad do
to your car?

- How did you--
- He told me
he went after you.

He told me you were dead.

Did you tell him I'm alive?

Nah.

Good looking out, kid.

So what'd he do to the Mustang?

Sprayed it full of bullets.

It's gone.

It's a miracle I'm not.

I thought you guys
were family.

Yeah, well, I guess
me and your dad

ain't family no more.

[ uneasy music ]

Were you really aiming for him
when you shot Angela?

Yeah.

Well, he thinks you're dead,
so...

you got the drop now.

If you're gonna take
a shot at him,

you gotta let me
know first, though.

We good?

We good.

Prescreen all the questions.

I want to make sure
this is a...friendly crowd.

- I got it.
- Very important.

Got it.

You look great,
Governor.

[ chuckles ]

- That's certainly the goal.
- That's for you.

It's a big day, James.

Absolutely.

Well, media
will be here shortly,

and we have
just a couple things

to clear up before then.

Did you kill Angela Valdes?

Come on, Rashad, really?

It's not an unfair question.

You see, this press conference

officially launches
my campaign,

and you, my good brother,

have stirred up
enough controversy

for three presidential runs.

Angela Valdes was the love
of my life, Rashad.

Of course I didn't kill her.

You know who did?

No.

Well, I'm sorry
for your loss.

I appreciate that.

But if your ship
is going down,

I ain't going down with it.

You see, I've been holed up
alone in my office

working on a speech
for the past 18 hours,

and nothing,

and I mean
ain't a motherfucking thing,

gonna detract from it today.

You understand?

Your success
is my success, Rashad.

We on the same page.

[ uneasy music ]

Tariq didn't tell him?

Mm-mm.

Wow.

Looks like he on my side
for all this,

but...he said to hit him up
before I make a move.

You still not down?

I told Tariq

not to make a choice
between you and his father,

and...I don't know.

I'm starting to wonder
if it's better for us
to have Ghost alive or dead.

That don't sound like you, T.

[ sighs ]

Ghost and I had our first
divorce arbitration yesterday.

What the fuck
is an arbitration?

[ laughs ]

It's when you want
to get a divorce

but you don't want
to go to court.

Oh, okay.
I get it.

It didn't go well, Tommy.

I mean, do you know the snake
is hiding money from me?

And he won't break the prenup
that says I don't get shit.

Well, you know
if you ever need money,

Tasha, I got you.

Thanks, Tommy, really,

but you know LaKeisha
ain't gonna be down with that.

If Ghost was dead...

at least the kids and I
are his beneficiaries.

What you saying, T?

[ sighs ]
I'm not sure what I'm saying.

[ cell phone buzzing ]

Speak of the devil.

It's the third time
she's called.

If you don't answer soon,
it's gonna be a problem.

Hmm, well, I think we got a bigger problem with LaKeisha.

Seems she may not
be up to the task.

When you came over
to her apartment yesterday,

she thought you was the cops

and she bugged the fuck out.

LaKeisha's tough, a'ight?

She just wants to know
that she's taken care of.

Ooh, you know
what you should do?
Get her something nice.

If you keep doing that shit,
I'm telling you,
she'll be down for life.

All right.

Tommy, what the fuck
are you doing?

You can't do that in here!

Fuck.
I almost forgot.

[ orchestral music
playing over speakers ]

What you think?
The world ready for me
in a Plymouth?

[ somber music ]

[ sighs ]

Shit.

Really, Angela?

[ line ringing ]

Given that my ex-wife
has no job

and no means
to support our child,

I ask the court, what grounds
could she possibly have

for modifying
our current agreement?

LINDSAY: Shows how much
you know.

Is that the same level of
attention you're paying our
daughter?

WATERS: Ms. Proctor,
are you sure you don't want

your counsel to speak
on your behalf?

For your information,
I took the bar

and just landed a job
at Cravath.

- [ scoffs ]
- I have the offer letter

right here if you'd like
to see it, Your Honor.

That's impossible.

You're not the only one
who can put on a suit

and bring in six figures,

or did you forget
that I beat you out

for the law review board,
you know,

before you got me hooked
on cocaine?

Excuse me?

That's not true.

It most certainly is.

What are you doing?

- Order.
- LINDSAY: Your Honor,

I'd also like to point out

that not only is my ex-husband

currently embroiled
in a federal investigation,

but his criminal ties extend

far past the clients
he represents.

Objection.
Relevance?

Um, my daughter's safety.

I think I've heard enough.

I'd like to know
what Elisa Marie thinks

from her own mouth.

Can you make
the child available?

She's in the hallway,
Your Honor.

Let's reconvene in my chambers,
five minutes.

[ door clicks ]

What's going on?

[ Proctor sighs ]

Why don't you put
the game down for a s--

Hi, Elisa Marie.

I'm Judge Waters,

and it's my job to decide
who you should live with,

and you're old enough
to have an opinion on it.

Do you want to stay with your dad,

or would you like to split time between both parents?

We shouldn't be in here.

Okay?
She should be able to answer
without us in here.

- I'm leaving.
- No, Daddy, stay.

It's okay, sweetheart.
Just tell her the truth,

that we're fine
the way things are.

[ melancholy music ]

Remember how much fun we had
getting our nails done, honey?

[ crying ]

O-okay, stop.

Do you see what this
is doing to her?

Fine, we'll share custody.

That seems like
a good compromise.

[ crying ]

It's okay, sweetheart, okay?

Don't worry about it.
It's gonna work out.

I know you.

You're Jamie's wife.

Where is he?

I don't know.

You texted me.

Why are you talking
to my sister?
I thought you hated her.

We had an agreement.

I mean, Angela told me that

you were cool
with her and Jamie,

but I thought
that was bullshit.

Did you set her up?

No.

Then what did you want
from her?

It's best you don't know,
trust me.

No, trust me.

If you don't tell me
what the two of you
were up to,

I'm gonna take this phone
and turn it in

and make sure
that you and Jamie go to prison
for the rest of your lives.

Angela had a deal
to turn Jamie in.

Is that why he killed her?

James didn't kill Angela.

Why should I believe you?

Because I was offered
a deal too,

and Angela knew.

She wasn't gonna flip,
and neither was I,

'cause we were all
working together

to keep us all out of jail.

- She was helping you?
- Yes!

That's the only reason
why I'm here.

Look, Angela and I
had our problems,

but I didn't want
to see her dead,

and in the end,
she came through for me.

So look, if there's anything,
anything at all,

that my family can do
to help...

Your family...
is the reason my sister's dead.

I'm going to the cops.

All right, fine,
go to the cops,

but just know
that this phone implicates her.

This implicates your sister

as part
of a criminal conspiracy,

and I got
every text message she sent,

every voice mail she left.

So go ahead,
go to the cops,

but once that comes out,

there goes her life insurance
and her benefits,

not to mention her reputation.

Why would she do that?

Why would she risk
everything she worked for?

Angela didn't always make
the best decisions.

You know that.

But I'm hoping

that it doesn't run
in the family.

[ uneasy music ]

If you work with me,

your sister's secrets
will be safe.

Your choice.

BLANCA: Hello, Mrs. St. Patrick.

[ scoffs ]
I'm not talking to you
without a lawyer.

I did a little
digging yesterday

after you said the last time
you saw Terry Silver

was at your hotel room.

Funny thing:

both your cell phones
pinged off the cell tower

by his apartment

the day he disappeared,

right before his signal
went dark.

What do you want me to say?

Yes, okay?
I met him there.

Why didn't you
tell me that before?

Because I was having sex
with him in his garage, okay?

I'm a married woman.

I didn't want to advertise
the relationship,

but I swear to you,
he was fine when I left.

Let's say I believe you.

Can you think of anyone else
who had a reason
to get rid of him?

TATE: And that's why
I'm running for governor
of this great state.

Thank you.

MAN: Councilman Tate, sir!

[ reporters clamoring ]

Councilman Tate,

uh, what is
James St. Patrick's role

in this campaign?

James is a valued colleague

who was gracious enough
to let us use
his beautiful space today.

- That's all.
- WOMAN: Councilman?

- Sure, yes.
- Does the recent death

of Angela Valdes
give you any pause

about your other projects?

The death of Ms. Valdes
is tragic indeed,

and our thoughts and prayers
go out to her loved ones,

but with all due respect,

I'll only be answering questions
about my campaign today.

MAN: Yeah? I got a question.

How you gonna be up there
saying you're for the people

when you're not even helping
in your own community?

I'm from South Jamaica,

and I've been unemployed
for ten months.

What are you gonna do about that?

Ah, one
of my constituents.

I wanna say thank you
for coming out and joining us.

Delighted to have you
here today, sir,

and I'm glad you asked that.

You see, I've been working
very hard at bringing

new jobs to the very community that you speak of.

The Queens Child Project
alone is--

Don't talk to me
about no Queens Child Project,

and don't even get me started
on pretty boy up there.

James St. Patrick is bullshit!

He was a corner boy back in the day,

and nothing's changed.

He just got
a whole building for it now,

and you're trying to give him
another one.

We all know
that the importance--

We all have things
from our past
that we're not proud of.

Growing up, for example,
in the south side of Queens,

there weren't a lot
of opportunities
for boys like us.

[ softly ]
James, I got it.

But really, I mean,
that's--

that's why we're here,
right?

You see, I worked hard.
I worked hard
to overcome my limitations,

and so did Rashad.

[ laughs ]
Thank you, James--

Rashad and I, uh,
have a vision

for making this community
a place of opportunity

rather than...obstacles.

It's why I partnered
with Rashad

for the Queens Child Project.

And it's also why I've spent
the past 18 hours

working on his speech
with him--

so we can share
our mission with you
and rally your support.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Governor Tate
for New York State.

[ applause ]

[ tense music ]

God damn it, James,
you really don't listen.

I told you I didn't want

any of your distractions
down there.

Come on, Rashad, I just gave
the people what they wanted.

- It serves you too.
- [ huffs ]

Where were you last night,
for real, James?

It doesn't matter.

It most definitely matters.

James, you're just not
connecting the dots.

Don't drag me down
in your shit.

You have nothing
to worry about.

[ theIDEA's "Reloaded" ]

PEARL GATES: Back-to-back
Rovers in black

Carry bodies,
I'm wishing them well

Back to the spot
where they bury your hope

And they wish
you would fail

Grew up around the muscle,
maybe I had to get ill

It's an addiction,
I'm tipping the scale

Live in a system
called kill or be killed

Familiar as hell

Either you know
or you listening well

Flipping a L, turn it to victory, picture me still

Can't stop, gotta move
while I'm here

Raindrops
on a tattooed tear

Can't top what I do
when I do what I do

Just to prove
that it's real

MAN: Just another body
added to the story

PEARL GATES: I unload it,
then reload it

I unload it, reload it,
unload it

I unload it,
then reload it

Then reload it, unload it,
unload it

Jason?

What the fuck?
I had a clean shot at Ghost!

You told me to run or to fight,
and I was fighting!

I changed my mind.

Killing Ghost now would put
too much heat
on the organization.

Not if no one knows
it was me.

I said no,

and if I catch wind of you
continuing your pursuit,

I will take away
your drug supply.

Well, then
you're setting me up to die.

If my primerasare out there
running product,

Ghost is bound to find out
that I'm still alive,

and as soon as he does,
I'm fucking fucked.

I ain't got no soldiers
to protect me.

You do now,

at a charge.

You can pay me
for extra protection.

All right, you know,
that might not be
the worst thing.

But I'm warning you now:

if you are late
with any of my business,

I will pull my men

and I will let Ghost kill you.

[ uneasy synth music ]

- [ sighs ]
- [ elevator bell dings ]

Ghost, we need to talk.

Tasha, I took you off the list.
How'd you even get up here?

Did you follow me
after the QCP groundbreaking
to Terry's garage?

You said you weren't gonna
see him again.

I know you killed him, Ghost!

The cops questioned me about it today.

You better hope there were
no cameras in there.

You better hope so too.

So you were there.
I fucking knew it.

What did you do to him?
Where's the body?

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

Bullshit, you don't!

Everything I've lost
is because of you--

my home, my family, my life.

You have no right

to take away my happiness too.

You have no right
to take away my future.

Give me a fucking break.

Terry Silver wasn't your future
any more than Shawn was.

Wow.

I know you got money, Ghost,

so here's what we're gonna do.

If you want me
to keep my mouth shut,

you're gonna have
to pay me.

Tasha, I can't support you
right now, okay?

I'm already paying the Serbs
everything I got

so Jason won't kill me.

Hmm, sounds like a you problem.

You pay up,

or I'll talk,

and your ass will end up
right back in an orange
jumpsuit,

for real this time.

You wouldn't do it.

Try me.

All right, fine,
I'll pay you.

Just stay out of my house!

You don't live here anymore.

[ door clicks ]

Dude.

This shit is bananas!

We're gonna be so fucking rich!
[ laughs ]

Nigga, we go to Choate.
We already rich.

I know, right?
But, like, Diddy rich.

But, broski, um,
we got an ish.

Someone wants
to meet you.

What'd I tell you
about that shit, bro?

I know. I tried,
but she wants to meet you.

She's fine as hell, bro,

and she also said that, um,

she's gonna turn us in
if you don't show.

[ sucks teeth ]

Lucy, I'm home!

Where the fuck
you been at all day?

What you talking about?

Mm! Well, hey.
Hello to you too.

I thought you was dead.

No, baby, I am
so fucking alive,

and thanks to the Serbs,

your Italian stallion

is fucking invincible.

I thought we would celebrate.

Wait, wait, wait,
eh, uh, uh...

- not so fast.
- [ laughs ]

I gotta make something clear.

I want to give you
everything you want

in the whole world, 'Keisha,

but those things come
with a certain responsibility.

You understand?

Okay.

Okay.

Give me the bag.

[ laughs ]

[ laughs ]

Chanel Paris.

What you think?

How'd you know
which one to get?

I thought about it and--

How did you know
which one to get, Tommy?

There was only one person
that knew I wanted this bag.

You been talking to Tasha?

That's where the fuck
you was at all day

that you couldn't answer
your phone?

You was with fucking Tasha?

Look, 'Keisha,
I know what you said,

but there's just some things
I can only talk about
with Tasha.

I don't want the bag.

[ bag thuds ]

Yeah, right.

Come here.

I want you

to stay away from Tasha.

[ dramatic music ]

And there shouldn't be things

that you can only talk about
with her.

You can talk to me now...

[ laughs ] About everything.

- Everything?
- Everything.

Uh-huh.

Can I talk to you about taking
some of your clothes off?

Yes.

- Mm.
- You can.

- Come here.
- Ah.

- And...
- Yeah.

I'm keeping the bag.

Oh, yeah, I'll get you
two more.

[ laughs ]

[ muffled rap music playing ]

Hey, you're Effie, right?

I know what you're doing,
and you need to stop.

Okay, there are, like,
five black kids on campus.

You're gonna fuck it up
for all of us.

What? You bugging. I don't--
You probably got
the wrong person.

Cut the shit.
Brayden's not that smart.

Known him for, like,
three years,

and he still can't even
pronounce my last name.

You're new here,
from the city.

Selling drugs?
Really?

Could you be any more
of a stereotype?

- Man, whatever.
- Seriously.

You think you're in some kind
of rap video or something?

- If you get caught--
- I will never get caught.

What's wrong with you?

I like money.
Don't you?

We come here so we don't have
to have that kind of life.

Be better.

Work at the bookstore, huh?

You here on a scholarship?

It's none
of your goddamn business.

Let me guess.

You can barely pay
for your books,

and your phone screen's
all cracked, shoes are old.

Will your laptop even make it
to graduation?

And your point is?

I could get you a job
that pays way more
than minimum wage.

[ scoffs ]
Please get out of here
with that mess.

I'm just here to go to school.

You could either rat me out,

or you could come work
with me.

Working with me means
more money, less hours.

Less hours means more time
for you to, you know, study

and tell people
how to run their lives.

Seems like you're good
at that.

Yeah, you know where I'm at
if you want to talk.

[ uneasy music ]

So then what did you do?

Called the DNC.

They're sending in some help.

What about you?
Any progress on your side?

[ knock at door ]

That should be him now.

Come on in.

TATE: Excellent.

We tracked you down.

Rashad,
this is Will Robertson.

Brother Will, what's good?
Rashad Tate--

You know, I don't know
what the fuck this is about,

but I'm not here
for the mother--

Relax, brother.

Please, have a seat.

Listen, I heard
your complaints yesterday,

I really did,

and I wanted
to personally address them.

Bullshit.

Is it,

or is the bullshit

the system sent you away
for a minor misdemeanor,

the same system, by the way,
that I'm looking to change?

I suspect that record you got
is the reason why you've had

a hard time finding work,

but it just so happens

I could use
your special skill set.

Rashad--

It sounds like you know
James St. Patrick

from the neighborhood,

and I'm looking for someone
to do some research

on Mr. St. Patrick--
you know, find his associates,

see what he's getting into.

That sound like something
you might be interested in?

You pay in American dollars?

[ laughs ]

I'll take that as a yes,
my brother.

We'll be in touch.

[ laughs ]

[ dark music ]

What the hell
are you thinking?

Derek, how the fuck did he get
into the press conference?

You're supposed to handle
shit like that.

You're supposed to watch
my fucking back.

Things happen out there,
Rashad.

What are you gonna do,
fire me?

You can't.
I know too much about you.

No.

I ain't gonna fire
your bitch ass.

- [ grunts ]
- [ coughs ]

[ grunts ]

[ coughing ]

I have a funeral to attend,

so we'll be working late
tonight.

A governor's race
is a national stage.

Playtime is over.

Man the fuck up.

[ melancholy music ]

Were you...

trying to get him,

or were you trying to help him?

Whose side were you on?

[ door clicks ]

Mom?

[ sniffles ]

My apologies.

It's fine.
I know we have to settle up.

No, it's already
been taken care of.

Did you not know?

Was it a man
named James St. Patrick?

No, that was not the name.

Um...

do you mind, uh,

if I have
just a few more minutes

with my sister?

Please, take as much time
as you need.

Thank you.

Do you want me to stay?

It's okay, baby.

I'll be out in a minute.

[ line trills ]

SAXE: Cooper Saxe.

Were my sister's benefits
processed?

Not yet, but don't worry.

As soon as they do,
you'll be reimbursed
for the funeral expenses,

and the faster we wrap up the St. Patrick case,

the sooner that'll happen.

Speaking of which,

please tell me
you found something

that might help with that.

No.

[ speaking Spanish ]

[ Freya Ridings'
"Lost Without You" ]

Thanks for doing this
for me, Tasha.

I'm not doing this for you.
I'm doing it for me.

DEA?

Steve Tampio.

Yeah, I remember you.

Didn't realize you and Angela
were still, uh, close.

She put me onto
Andre Coleman to close
the Alicia Jimenez case.

He's in our custody now,
but it's gonna be hard

to keep the case together
now that Angela's gone.

He's our star witness.

Really?

I had no idea.

Looks like you guys had no idea
about a lot of things.

We need him to be ready
to testify tomorrow.

If he finds out Angela's dead,
he might recant.

Don't let that happen.

FREYA: Standing
on the platform

Watching you go

It's like no other pain

I've ever known

But I think I'm lost

Without you

I just feel crushed

Without you

I've been strong
for so long

I never thought

How much I need you

I think I'm lost

Without you

Hey, Tameika.
How's it going?

Back in the private sector,
Saxe,

which is exactly
where you should go

before Warner turns you
into the next scapegoat

for all of this.

He's letting me head
a task force.

It better work,
or it's on you.

FREYA: You were the only

Safe haven that I've known

On behalf of the president
of the United States,

please accept this flag...

FREYA:
Hits me at full speed

Thank you.

FREYA: Feel like
I can't breathe

Every one
of our CIs was killed.

I've never seen anything
like it.

Are you guys looking
into who got Teresi?

Come on, we all know
who killed him.

We all know who killed
all of them, including...

Is that...

FREYA: I think I'm lost

Mrs. St. Patrick.

James and Tasha
St. Patrick.

- Damn.
- Holy shit.

The balls on this guy.

He's fucking OJ.

FREYA: Lost

Lost

Ooh-way

Ooh-way

[ scoffs ]

FREYA: Ooh-way

O God,

by whose mercy
the faithful departed
find rest,

bless this grave

and send your holy angels
to watch over it.

As we bury here

the body
of our sister Angela,

deliver her soul

from every bond of sin,

that she may rejoice in you

and with your saints forever.

We ask this
through Christ our Lord.

Amen.

ALL: Amen.

FREYA: How much I love

You

[ ominous music ]

You guys.

Holy shit.

Oh, I wish Mak
were here to see this.

- [ sniffling ]
- Paz.

- Mm?
- Tommy Egan.

- You remember me?
- Mm.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

If you ever
need anything,

anything at all,
you put the word out,
all right?

Thank you.

Hey, Papi.

Tasha, did you know
Tommy was alive?

Yep.

[ Ohana Bam's
"All Roads Lead Home" ]

If you won't stop,
you're gonna need more
than just Brayden helping you.

He's about as discreet
as a golden retriever.

So you in?

If you work with me,
you definitely won't
get caught.

And if you work with me,
you definitely will get paid.

You play?

You any good?

Good enough to beat you.

[ laughs ]

Wouldn't be so sure
about that.

OHANA: All roads
lead home, home

LINDSAY: I'm so glad
you like it, honey!

I picked it special for you!

ELISA MARIE: Thanks, Mom!

I'll just put it
on your backpack for you.

ELISA MARIE: Okay!

OHANA: All roads lead home

Welcome to my city,
it's the only place I know

[ device beeps ]

Gorillas rolling with me

I told you
I know my stuff.

I know. I know.

Okay, well, let's jump
out of Queens.

How about
where the Soldados at?

Right here in the Bronx.

Oh, my God, you're a natural.

[ both laugh ]

Look, I got you something.

- You did?
- Yeah, yeah. Open it up.

Oh, my God.

[ laughs ]
You like 'em?

Like them?

I love them!

Yeah?

- I picked 'em out myself.
- Thank you!

These are dope.
[ laughs ]

No help.

You did good.

Thank you.

Thank you.

OHANA: All roads lead home

Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah

All roads lead home

Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah

[ sighs ]
Welcome to our new home, baby.

OHANA: Gotta make
a comeback

Come on, let's go check out
your new room.

OHANA: Step to the lads
with a comeback

You fucking lied to me!

Tommy's still alive.

If you knew the truth,
you would've killed him.

The fact is, a dead distro
is bad for business.

I'm sorry, but he has to go,

and I gotta be
the one to kill him,

and when I do, Jason,
I need to know

that you and I
won't have a problem.

Fine,

you can kill him
if you must,

but if you do,

you will replace him
as my new distro.

Impossible.

I'm out of the drug game,

and I have no desire
to get back in.

I don't give a fuck
what you desire.

You wanna kill Tommy,
that's the price.

Besides, if not you,

then who?

MAN ON TV: Assistant
U.S. Attorney Angela Valdes

was laid to rest today
at Hillstone Cemetery
in Queens.

Valdes, who sustained
a gunshot wound...

What the fuck, man?

The Jimenez got Angela?

- We don't know the extent--
- [ shushing ]

Took me forever
to put her to sleep.

[ child cries ]

Poor kid.

Pack up.
We're moving you.

You testify against
Alicia Jimenez tomorrow.

After that,

you'll never see
New York again.

Let's go.

OHANA: Unh, so if you
with me, let me know

Let's bring it home

CHILD: Daddy!

OHANA: Unh, you should've
knew it from the go

All roads lead home

Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah

[ child cries ]

OHANA: Welcome, welcome

All roads lead home

Welcome to my city,
it's the only place I know

Gorillas rolling with me

And we living by the code

No hope you forgive me

I don't know
what you was told

But we was on the corner flipping struggle in the cold

Put that city on the map

Put that city on my back

Till I'm up
with a milli on my lap

Go time till the haters
take a lap

'Cause that's what made me
into this

This what make them
into that

All that faking this
and that

Thinking this is that

Gotta make a comeback

Can I get a hand
while I unpack

How could you forget
that I'm from that

Step to the lads
with a comeback

Throw me to the jungle,
come back with gold

To take my place
as king of the throne

And I don't mean Rome
but I'm coming strong

When I'm on the road
and I'm coming home

Stuck in the middle
of nowhere

Times I wish I could ditch
and go there

Grant the wish
I'm depending on

What I'm chilling for
I won't let anymore

Yeah, honestly,
I'm not just anybody

I know I go hard
as anybody

Say my good-byes
and hellos

'Cause all them roads
lead home

I done been around
the world

Ain't nobody else

That can do it like us
with nobody help

When the chips
about to fall

And our back
against the wall

Know it's only one place
I go

All roads lead home

Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah

All roads lead home