All language subtitles for Power.2014.S06E03

Previously on Power...

When you're done with those, bring the
cash back. I got some more for you.

You're gonna need more
than just Brayden helping you.

So you in?

Ghost and I had
our first divorce arbitration.

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

Welcome to our new home, baby.

You're supposed to watch
my fucking back.

Things happen out there,
Rashad.

What are you gonna do?

I've already told you guys

everything I know about Joey.

He went
and signed an agreement

that protects him
from previous crimes.

I need to get a bug
in his house.

How does Elisa Marie
feel about, uh...

unicorns?

We have a problem.

Diego thinks Tommy and Ghost

told the FBI where to find us.

Now, why would he think that?

He told me you were dead.

- Did you tell him I'm alive?
- Nah.

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

We need him to be ready
to testify tomorrow.

The Jimenez got Angela?

You testify against
Alicia Jimenez tomorrow.

After that, you'll never
see New York again.

♪ 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, 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 ♪

Baby, stop.
Tell me what's going on.

Huh?

I promise I'ma get us
out of here, okay?

Okay?

- Thomas, you good?
- I'm good.

I need you to do
another alley sweep.

Jameson, you're up in
the bird's nest on the roof.

I want a full 360
before transport arrives. Copy?

- Yes, sir.
- Copy.

All right.

I guess I'll go check in
on the precious cargo.

Hey, get ready to testify.
We're going to court right now.

No, I can't even think
right now.

She was doing this
all night, man.

Of course she's been crying
all day, man.

Look at the way you holding her.
Come here, mama.

It's okay.

Yeah, it's all right.

- Yeah, there you go.
- Nigga, I was doing that.

You sure you don't want
to bring her mother along?

Look, I can take care of
my little girl, all right, man?

Oh, yeah?
You sure that Heaven isn't allergic

to her baby formula
or doesn't have diaper rash?

Fuck, dog,
I got a target on my back

and you talking to me about some
stay-at-home daddy bullshit right now?

Are you even capable of being
a father to this child?

Now, look, we gonna get you
to court safely

so you can testify and,
after that, put you in WITSEC.

But what comes next, huh?
Can you stay clean?

Because if you get back into the
game, what is that gonna mean for her?

- She's gonna be fine, man!
- Oh, just be quiet, all right?

Hurry up so we can
get the hell out of here.

There we go.

Hughes, what's your location?

Hughes.

♪ If they'd just
put they hands up ♪

Hey, give me the baby!
Give me the baby!

♪ Handgun ♪

♪ They just scared 'cause
they don't understand us ♪

♪ Maybe if they tried
pulling they pants up ♪

♪ Make it easier to run ♪

♪ The murderer ♪

♪ America ♪

♪ The beautiful ♪

♪ Oh, America ♪

♪ God bless America ♪

Give me a strap.

Shut up.
Get down.

I can fucking shoot
and get us out alive, man.

We're here because of you.
You get no weapon.

Now, be quiet.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Shit.

Listen, Coleman, there may be others coming.

Get Heaven in the bathroom.

Get down in the tub for cover. Go... now.

Shit.

Nah, nah, come on, man.

You don't need to do that.

Backup will be here
in... in two minutes.

I just took a bullet
trying to save your life.

Nigga, I ain't ask you
to do that shit.

Come on, Coleman, man.

I'm just like you.
I got a little girl at home too, man.

Please, man... just... you
don't have to do this.

You see, Donovan,

you a special type
of bitch-ass nigga.

Type that thinks
he's a good guy.

But good guys
finish last, nigga.

It's okay.

It's okay, baby.

I made sure Elisa Marie forgot
to bring this to school today,

but I can't keep doing this.

Lindsay, please,
you don't need to worry.

Of course I need to worry.

I went to law school, remember?

This is illegal as shit.

Hey.
If this comes back down on us...

It won't, okay?
I got this.

- Ticket.
- Ticket.

- Ticket.
- Ticket. It's your ticket.

- Andre Coleman!
- Don't move!

Let me see your hands!

No, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait!

Here, put her down.
Please, don't shoot.

- Please, please, please, please.
- Give me that.

Got him and the baby...

You wanted to see me?

Donovan's dead?

Caught in Jimenez cartel
crossfire.

Hitters gunning for

a federal witness,
Andre Coleman.

Coleman survived, ran.

Donovan wasn't so lucky.

Donovan died protecting Dre,
of all fucking people.

Yet another known associate
of James St. Patrick.

Valdes' name is all over
Coleman's paperwork.

He was her witness.

Is this attack
connected to St. Patrick?

Who did you tell
about the safe house?

I didn't even know about Coleman
until that DEA asshole

Steve Tampio
told me about him yesterday!

Well, you better get to know something
about how this happened real fast!

We got a continuance
because of the shooting.

Make sure Coleman
is ready to testify.

Alicia Jimenez

better not walk on my watch.

Uncuff him.

The hell happened
this morning?

Shit, what happened was,
you was supposed to be protecting me.

That's what Angela
promised me.

Oh, yeah, she's dead, right?

You didn't tell anybody
where you were, did you?

Not even Heaven's mother?

'Cause I need to know, Dre...

Of course not, man.
That's why I ran.

If it was an inside job,
we'll find out who double-crossed us.

- Good.
- And then we'll move you like we promised.

As long as you agree to uphold
your end of the bargain.

Trial got pushed a couple days,

but we still
need you to testify.

You think Alicia Jimenez won't find me
in Nebraska... or wherever the fuck?

Someplace where I'm the only tatted-up,
light-skinned nigga from Queens, man?

Fuck that.
I'm not fucking testifying, man.

Oh, I... I'm sorry.
You misunderstood.

You don't have a choice.

♪ I could
you all the time ♪

Yeah.

Who's is it?

It's mine, right?

Oh, definitely.

I think we're gonna win
Fulton County.

You're goddamn right.

I'm winning it all!

Fuck, fuck...

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit,
I think that's the DNC.

- Then you fucking answer it.
- Huh?

- Answer it.
- Oh, shit.

Okay, okay, okay.

Chairman Russell.
Thanks for returning my call.

Tate, the committee's very
impressed with your momentum.

And I'm very impressed
by your momentum.

Shh.

So, um, I see that you, uh,

saw those new
Westchester numbers, huh?

We did. We're gonna send you
some further assistance, Tate.

You're showing
some great promise.

Oh, yes, you certainly are.

- Tate?
- Yes, indeed.

You know, my campaign,

it's starting to pick up
some serious steam.

Yes.

- Yes.
Of course.

We just need to, uh,

you know, make some more
headway...

Yes.

- To reach our goals.
Uh-huh!

And I gotta say
that we have some real

champs on the team.

Uh, listen, um,
thank you for the call, and, um,

I'll be speaking with you soon.

Actually...

Oh, shit.

♪ You know
I like junk food ♪

Morning.

- Good to see you.
- Good morning.

Good morning.
Good to see you.

Team Tate! Can I have your
attention for a moment, please?

Just want to let you all know

that I spoke
with the DNC chairman,

and he's so encouraged
by our lead in the polls

that he's sending an additional
support package our way.

That's what it's about!
Giving a voice to the voiceless...

Blah, blah, fuck you, Tate.

- I appreciate you all...
- Hey, come here.

How was yoga this morning?

Mm, you know,
had a nice stretch.

Mm, that's good.
That's good.

Oh, hey, can you take Cheney
to the vet today?

I'm stuck babysitting
this asshole.

Councilman Tate apologized
for losing his temper.

You gotta let it go too.

This campaign is bigger than
you.

So, so much bigger.

Okay, Janice Reinoso,
Francisco Guzman,

Tyrone Brown, Travis Gilyard,

Luigi Macchione, Andres Chung,

Angel Cotto, Jerome Pippins,

Felicia Kahn-Prager.

If I have called your name,

the DNC thanks you
for your support.

The Rashad Tate campaign will
no longer need your services.

Please pack up your desks
and see me on the way out.

Whoa, whoa.

Ramona Garrity,
I am surprised to see

you're still in politics
after your husband...

Senator Powell is soon to be
my ex-husband,

and somebody's gotta
pay my lawyer.

Ramona Garrity.
I'm charmed.

Councilman Tate.

You asked for help, so...
you're welcome.

To really seize the momentum
in our polls, we need money.

And you'll get it, once
I stress-test your operation.

You just fired
half of my staff.

Listen, the DNC plans
to use its war chest to build

a stronger Democratic majority
in New York's upper chamber.

We'll need the next governor's veto
power over districting to pull it off.

In other words, you need a win,

and you'll need
my people to do it.

So let's talk
campaign supporters for a bit,

starting with this guy who's
been all over the news lately.

Who is James St. Patrick?

♪ Doper than
my last one ♪

♪ I roll up
till the cash come ♪

♪ I'm on my cool shit,
new bitch ♪

♪ Doper than my last one ♪

♪ I got loud in by the bag
more potent than the last one ♪

♪ I've been
the latest fashion ♪

♪ I've been cold but my new
flow doper than my last one ♪

♪ Dope... doper
than my last one ♪

♪ Dope... doper
than my last one ♪

I don't know if I'm ready
for all this, Tommy.

Course you are, 'Keisha.

Let me show you how I do.

Is that 'Keisha?

Yo, that ass 'bout to cause
a solar eclipse, bro.

Nigga, you trying to end up like Poncho?
Keep talking.

The fuck she doing here?
Tommy ought to fuckin' know better.

Anytime a bitch get involved,
shit always go sideways.

I know, but damn.

I copped these Oxys
at $3 a pill.

I sell 'em to my primeras
for $10.

Now, those guys get about $20
for these on the corner.

And we all eat.

- Looks like the real thing.
- It is.

The Serbs ship 'em
from Eastern Europe.

It's the same quality as the shit
behind the counter, minus the scrips.

Percs, Xans, Adderall, Molly,
whatever you want.

Hold up, 'Keisha. I'll be right back.
Give me a minute.

Fellas. Fellas, fellas.

How we looking?
We good?

How's the count looking, BG?

We flusher than
a motherfucker, boss.

Check this shit out.

Oh, fuck!

What? It's money.

You the only person I know
upset to be so rich.

Let me explain something
to you.

This much money right here?
I can clean that through my business.

But I gotta clean
all of this money

before I give Jason back
a fucking dime.

And if I can't pay Jason,

I'm fuckin' roadkill,
you understand?

God... damn.

Look at you.

- Hey.
- Hey, baby.

How you doing, good?

- You good?
- Yeah, I'm good.

- All right.
- All right, listen.

I'ma tell these idiots
to get their asses, uh, in gear.

Come on, back to work,
everybody.

What the fuck youse doing?

Come on, look at
the rest of this place.

You ordered this hit
on the safe house, didn't you?

How could I possibly do that?

My hands have been
a little tied.

You... you might have thought trying to
eliminate a witness would help you,

but, see, the thing is,
your hitters were sloppy.

They only killed the federal
agents guarding Andre Coleman.

He's still in play.

But now, because
of your little stunt,

you're looking at the needle.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Maybe your men were just
in a rough section of Bushwick.

Wait, how... how did you know
they were in Bushwick?

Is that...
is that a confession?

Circumstantial evidence aside,

your case against Alicia rests on
the testimony of Andre Coleman,

a low-life, dope-dealing thug

who only agreed to testify
for immunity.

I'm gonna crucify him.

Oh, you... you really want
to take your chances in court?

Nope, that's why we're asking
the U.S. to drop all charges.

Let Alicia return home to Mexico.

Let the Mexican government
prosecute her.

They've already guaranteed

she'll do jail time
if convicted.

The agreement is being drafted

and sent to your office
as we speak.

Wait, so... so just to recap,

uh, Alicia gets
a plane ride home

and a slap on the wrist.

Uh, remind me, what do...
what do I get out of this deal?

- Peace of mind.
- Oh.

I'm in mourning
for my brother, Diego.

I want to be with my family
during our time of loss.

Send me home,

and I can let my misgivings about
Dre be water under the bridge.

Or...

I can stay worried, and...

If I stay worried,

I think Dre will stay worried.

I can't do that.

I'll see you in court.

You can keep these.
I have copies.

Have a seat.

Rashad, why hasn't work been
done on the Queens Child Project?

You said construction was supposed
to begin today, did you not?

I walked by there
on the way here.

- Nothing, not a fuckin' bulldozer.
- James.

Listen, bro, I don't know
how else to put this.

We're out of money.

City council are
dragging their heels.

Wait, Rashad, you gotta
make me understand this.

Did they not approve
phase one of the building?

Yes, but reallocating
public funds

for projects like this
is like jogging underwater.

Ain't shit I can do.

What? I can't make
the process move any faster.

Well, I can torpedo
the fucking campaign

if you don't uphold
your part of the promise.

Who is that?

That's Ramona Garrity,

a top political operative

from D.C. who's caught in the
middle of a big sex scandal

between her senator husband,
Ted Powell...

ex-husband...

and a long list
of VIP call girls.

Only the best for Teddy P.

She's here to energize
my campaign.

Why?

Because the DNC
wants me to win.

Now, I have to go back
to making sure

she doesn't see anything she
doesn't need to see, including you.

So if you want
the QCP to move forward,

secure us more private equity.

Uh, James?

Use the back door.

Wait, so what happened
to the blue GTX?

What, you don't like this one?

Mm, it's cool.

Yeah, that other one
just didn't feel right.

Mm.

Look, I need money.

By money, I mean clean money.

This was so much easier when I could
just move cash through the club.

Honestly, I wish I could
help you, Tommy, but...

Shit, I got problems of my own.

I mean, I got some money
from Ghost, but it's not enough.

I need a fuckin' job.

Look, I'll just
tell 'Keisha that

we gotta let you
use her salon.

Ha.

She won't even
take my calls, Tommy.

It's not happening.

Well, you know what?
She gonna have to get over that shit.

- This business.
- Mm, I don't know.

She down with you, not me.

It used to be
the other way around.

Shit, it's my connect.

He wanna see me.

My payment ain't even due yet.

Fuck am I supposed to do, T?

I don't know.

I don't know
what either of us is gonna do.

But what you can do
is pass that shit, though.

Word up.

Here, hold this down.

Damn, bro, that watch is glowed up!
What's up?

How else am I supposed
to tell the time in the dark?

'Sup, Effie?

Ooh, y'all balling
out of control.

I mean, what's the point of
being rich if you can't enjoy it?

Do you? Yeah, I just thought your
whole system was about being low-key.

I mean, everyone
in this school is rich.

Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa. My parents only
make, like, $400,000 a year combined.

So we're not rich-rich, but, you
know, after taxes, it kind of only...

How about maybe

you should spend less time
online shopping

and more time getting me pills?

You out?

Yeah, 'Riq, I'm out too.

Demand could be up because of midterms.
Especially Adderall.

Yeah, you right.

I'ma go to the city
this weekend.

I'ma get the re-up.

Who's your connect?

- Chill.
Fine.

But you might want to tuck that little
chain in while you're down there.

I hear New York can be kind of
rough for pretty boys like you.

Dude, look at your face, bro.

Yo, shut the fuck up.

Yo, what's up, Jason?

I got your text.
Sorry I'm a little late.

I... what the fuck is you doing?

Yo... oh, come on.
Jason?

Have a seat.

We talked about this.

I have a big fuckin' problem on account
of you not delivering on another promise.

Alicia Jimenez.

I still don't have the ports.

If she goes to prison for real,

it'll mean a full-on war for
control of the Jimenez cartel,

which means I will have to deal
with a whole new set of assholes

to get my drugs into LA.

That shit can't happen, Tommy.

What the fuck
you want me to do about it?

She in fed custody.

I ain't got no female hitters
in the pen.

That's fine. I don't want her
dead anyway... well, not yet.

I want you to bring her to me...

Alive.

Alive?

Jason, how the fuck am I supposed
to spring her from a supermax?

She goes to trial
in a couple of days, and...

An opportunity
might present itself

as she's being transported.

Jason, look, man, I... I need you
to hear this, okay?

For the last fucking time,
I can't help you with your drug shit.

See, I'm a legitimate
businessman.

Was that before or after

you emptied a mag of hollow-tips
into one of my guys?

Okay, fuck it, touché.
Look, mistakes were made, admittedly.

But I'm making good on that,
aren't I?

And for your trouble, I will waive
one of those restitution payments

in exchange for you delivering
Alicia to me alive.

Ghost, I know you need the money.

Don't let anything or anyone

distract you from remembering
my first rule of business.

What's that, Jason?

Always repay your debts.

Gonna help you
clean up these toys.

Hey, Mama.
I'm... I'm sorry I'm late.

I was... stuck in traffic.

Wait a minute, what's going on in here?
Who are all these kids?

Couple of other moms in the
neighborhood asked if I would help.

Figured I was already
watching my grandbabies.

You know what? You can't show
up late and smell like weed.

Mama, I'm under
a lot of stress, okay?

Please don't add to it.

And you better watch your mouth.

Look, Yas.

Hey!

You smell funny.

Okay.

Here you go.

Camden!
Mommy's here.

- Okay, okay.
- Thank you.

Good.
See you tomorrow.

You know things are still tense
between your father and Uncle Tommy.

Why'd you come back to the city?

I clearly asked you
to stay at Choate.

I just wanted to check
on you and Yas.

Thank you, but...

I just wish
you would've called first.

You know I'm still trying
to get things set up here.

It... it's just not a good time.

I mean, it's fine.

Place is a little small,
but it's cool.

Where's my room?

You can stay in Yas' room.
She's staying with your dad this weekend.

Ma, you know her bed
is way too small for me.

Okay, I'll set up
an air mattress, then.

That things always deflates.

Well, then there's a couch!

Couch, Ma? I'm not sleeping
on the couch, come on!

You know what?
Tariq, please don't do this to me,

because I'm doing the best I can
right now.

Money has been tight.

Your father and I are splitting.

This is not easy, all right?

But I promise, as soon as
I start getting some money in,

I'ma fix up the place.

So please, just eat.

So Ghost hasn't been helping?

It's complicated.

Let me uncomplicate it, then.

How much you need?

Where'd you get that money?

Um, Kanan had left it for me.

- Kanan?
- Yeah.

- Get it off my table before I burn it...
- Mom, money is money.

- You need it.
- Get it off my table!

Kanan was not all that bad, Ma.

See, that's the problem.
You don't really know what...

I'll deal with that later.

Hey, T. Look, something came up.
I can't take Yas this weekend.

'Riq?

Tash, why didn't you tell me
your son was back in the city?

Daddy.

- Hey, baby.
- Seriously?

Seriously, you came
all this way over here

just to tell me you can't
watch Yas this weekend?

Hey, baby.

I want you to go play
with that new toy

I bought you
in your bedroom, all right?

I want to talk to your mother
for a minute, okay?

- Okay, Daddy.
- Okay, I love you.

I love you.

Tasha, how much you paying
for this place?

- Not enough.
- Stay out of this.

And you ain't got
no right to ask me shit

about what I do
or where I live.

Tasha, what
are you talking about?

My kids live here.
I have every right.

You know what?
I got an idea.

Since neither of y'all
like it here,

Ghost, why don't you take
your son back to the penthouse?

Because apparently my accommodations
aren't up to your standards.

- Tasha.
- Ma.

I'm done!

I heard about Donovan.

So sorry.

Guy had two kids.

Can't imagine
what his family's going through.

Do you think this is related
to Angela's murder?

No way to know.

Doesn't seem like St. Patrick
had any motive to kill Coleman.

In fact, the testimony
he's slated to deliver tomorrow

clears St. Patrick and Egan of any
role in the Lobos or Sandoval murders.

He says Alicia
ordered both hits.

Do you think that's true?

Alicia says he's lying.

What else would she say?

I know.

But I know Inez Marcos,
her lawyer,

and Inez wouldn't
suborn perjury.

I also don't know why Angela

had Coleman sign his statement
behind everyone's back.

I didn't know about it.

I called Tameika. Neither did she.

Just Tampio.

Who, by the way, Angela was
sleeping with on the side.

I don't get this woman.

Well, have you seen
his cheekbones?

He's a good-looking guy.

What I mean is,
why would Angela

set Coleman up to lie
about Alicia Jimenez?

She clears Egan and St. Patrick
to close the RICO?

See, the cover-up
is proof of the crime.

So Angela was conspiring
with St. Patrick and Egan.

And the wife, Tasha.

You know she was sleeping
with Terry Silver?

That's why
he wanted to clear her?

Silver too.

You think... you think they're all
in this together?

Or Coleman is telling the truth
and Alicia's guilty.

Fuck.

Yeah.

If they are all in it together,

there's no reason
for St. Patrick to kill Angela.

Rodriguez, I'm telling you,
I know he did it.

Okay.
Then take Coleman to court.

Get his story
in front of a jury.

We convict Alicia

and we nail St. Patrick
for Angela's murder.

You're goddamn right.

So how'd you sleep?

Fine.

Son, I thought you were
supposed to be in school.

Why you back in the city?

Um, my roommate
had some company.

It was his girlfriend.
You know how that goes.

Well, look, you can't let him or anyone get
in the way of your studies right now, okay?

I mean it, man. I pay a lot
of money for that damn school.

I know.

I need to tell you something
about your Uncle Tommy.

As you know,
I thought he was dead,

but, uh, turns out I was wrong.

Wait, he... he's still alive?

How long have you fuckin' known,
Tariq?

How long have you known?
And don't bullshit me, son.

Look, Tommy can't be trusted,
all right?

And as long as you keep rocking with
him, then I can't trust you.

I mean it, Tariq. You my only son.

So everything I leave behind,
it goes to you,

but you gotta be on my side.

I got you, Pops.

You can trust me.

I got a lot of QCP stuff
to do today,

so I can't
take you back to Choate,

but I can give you a lift
to the train.

No, that's fine. I'm... I'ma just finish
eating real quick and I'ma head out.

I love you, son.

Love you too.

Shit.

- What's the emergency?
- Alicia Jimenez.

When and where's her trial, Joe?
I need the courtroom.

James, whatever the fuck you are
thinking about, un-think that shit.

I can't, Proctor, okay?

I need that information
and soon,

or else I'm a dead man,
and you'll have my blood on your hands.

You can't put that on me, James.

I just put it on you.

What the fuck?

What is this even for, okay?

'Cause she is gonna be
in the federal courthouse.

That is way out of reach.

You really want to know more?

- No.
- Joe.

You get me those answers,

or don't come back at all.

So, Mom, tell me,

how long you been watching
the neighbors' kids?

Not long. Why?

So what happens if...

I don't know, if one
of these kids breaks his arm?

Take him to a doctor.

But who's gonna pay for that?

And what if the mom blames you?

Or what if she snitches
because you refuse to pay?

I mean, you know this city requires
a permit to run a day care.

Who gonna pay for that?

We could.

If we got some more kids.

I could find us a storefront
with low overhead,

and we split the profits.

Wouldn't that be fun?

Maybe.

You know what else is fun?

Retirement!

If you spent half the effort
fixing your marriage,

we wouldn't have to work.

See what I'm saying?
It's why I can't talk to you.

This is it? It's, like,
half of what you gave us last time.

Yo, relax.

I told you that the supplier
had a big EDM festival,

so it dipped into his surplus.

We'll have some more pills
this week.

Word?
Well, what festival?

Nigga, why you ask
so many dumb questions?

Wait.

That's, like, the second time
you called me the N-word.

Does that mean I get to say it?

- Hell nah.
- No, no.

No. Absolutely not.

- Come on.
- All right, all right.

I feel like
you're cheating.

Really?

- Don't cheat.
- Boom.

Coming.

Tommy, what...
what are you doing here?

We need to talk.

Uh, Elisa Marie,
go upstairs to your room, okay?

Daddy's got
grown-up business to discuss.

Hey, sweetheart.

Wha... who... who let you up?

I look like the "ask permission"
kind of guy to you?

Jesus.
I thought you were dead.

Yeah, well,

I'm back from the grave,
motherfucker.

And I need something from you.

Is everything all right?

Yes, sweetheart, everything's fine, okay?
Go back up to your room.

I... I just gotta get this first.

Okay, hurry.

You gonna be a lawyer
like your old man?

Study hard.

I need you to go
through that phone of yours

and find someone
who can tell you

where Alicia Jimenez
is going on trial.

Her indictment's sealed, Tommy.
That info's confidential.

I'm sorry.

Maybe you thought I was
just asking you a question.

To be clear, I wasn't.

I need the time, courthouse,
and room.

Oh, and you still got
that inside man on retainer?

What's his name again, Charlie?

We gonna need him too.

For what?

I'm breaking Alicia Jimenez
out of jail.

That's just great.

James St. Patrick, hi there.
I'm, uh, Ramona...

Ramona Garrity,
DNC political staffer.

And you led the last
presidential transition team.

Someone's done their homework.

Now if we can just get
that voting public to do theirs.

You sound like a true believer.

Well, it's taken me some
hard knocks to see the light,

but we have that in common.

Do we?

Yes, I, too, come
from humble beginnings.

I worked hard to make something
out of myself, Ramona.

Make a family, give back to the
community that means so much to me.

Mm, local corner boy does good.

I've done my research
on you too.

No matter what comes your way,
you always seem to land on your feet.

- Mm.
- You should've been a politician.

I don't know about that.
Now you're reaching.

Well, your reputation's
only a problem if it's true.

Is it?

I was wrongfully accused.
Charges were vacated.

Someone I cared a lot about
had my back.

But the trial, I mean,
you can imagine,

the sight of a black man
in an orange jumpsuit.

It would absolutely
blemish my reputation.

Put me in a position where...

I'm damned if I defend myself

but, of course, I appear
guilty if I don't.

But you know
what that means, right?

I assume you're referring
to my ex-husband's exploits.

Hard to outrun
his shadow these days.

Well, you've come
to the right place.

Because here at Truth,
you can put your feet up.

What are you drinking?

Scotch.
Blue Label.

One scotch, Blue Label,
coming up.

I assume...

that you're here to discuss
Councilman Tate

and his run for governor, right?

Yes.

Indeed.

You made a, uh, sizable
contribution to his campaign,

and I'm just looking to get a feel for the
kind of people he surrounds himself with.

Well, look at that.

I'm looking to do the same.

Cheers.

Oh, guess I'll come back.

Nah, nah, nah, come in.

Y'all gotta get the fuck out.

You're kidding, right?

Does it look like I'm laughing?

Y'all gotta go.
Go to the common room or some shit.

Okay, but, dude,
this is my room too.

Yeah, not right now.
This is my shit.

So you gotta go, all three of you.

This is fucked up, 'Riq.

You'll be all right.

Just bring 'em back here later.

All right, bro,
whatever you say.

Nigga, close the door.

That was kind of harsh, 'Riq.

Yeah, whatever.

Mm-hmm.

Here we go.

So what's up with you lately?

You're more quiet than usual.

Nothing.
I'm... I'm cool.

You sure?

You don't seem good.

It's just a lot of crazy shit
going on at home.

Yeah, me too.

Try not to think about it,
I guess.

Ever since my brother died,

my mom is sober, like,
two hours in the morning when she wakes up.

Rest of the day
is a fucking shit show.

Your brother died?

Stupid shit.
Robbery gone bad.

What happened to your sister?

Sorry.
I read about it online.

You were twins?

Yeah.

We were together all the time.

Born together.

Now it's like
one half of me is gone.

And I'll never get her back.

I feel so alone.

You're not alone.

I'm here.

Honestly, the reason I've been...
I've been quiet

is, I ran out of pills.

And I don't know
what the fuck I'ma do.

Get some more
from your connect.

I could get some, but...

right now,
I don't have a connect.

Person that gave me these pills,

well, he's dead too.

Damn.

BG,

take Flatbush to Tillary.

Fuck the bridge.
It's always backed up.

And park on sublevel two.

Me, 2-Bit, Spanky,

we gonna be curbside
on Cadman Plaza.

You know they ticket
over there, right?

Yeah, we ain't gonna
be there long.

My source says
we only got a tiny window

to snag Alicia Jimenez before they
bring her down for processing.

After that, we ain't gonna have
no access to her, and we fucked.

The only place that they ain't gonna
have eyes on her is in the bathroom.

So I need to know the second
that she's in there alone.

Hold up. How the fuck
we supposed to know that?

That's a good question.

Could your inside man
hit us up?

Nah, I thought about that,
but he's too exposed already.

As soon as his part in the plan
is over, he gotta disappear.

Hey, boss, maybe I can go up,
you know.

I... I could be on lookout.

Niggas'll spot your big
black bitch ass

the second you step foot
in the door.

Naw, 2, he ain't
even that big no more.

What, you stop eating
Happy Meals, Slim Grim?

Y'all know
I got one kidney, man.

- Fuck y'all niggas, man!
- Fuck outta here!

You don't want no smoke.
All right, all right, relax.

- Do something, then.
- Oh, you dead-ass?

Girls, seriously,
fuck is going on here?

I don't know what kind of beef you
two got going on with each other,

but whatever it is,
I want that shit squashed!

Or you can catch a fuckin'
bullet sandwich, you understand?

We good?

- We good.
- Yeah, boss.

Motherfucker.

BG, I need you in that garage.
All right?

The three of us,

we gonna be on the street
until it's time to move.

So who gonna be posted up
in the ladies' room?

What?

'Keisha, come here a minute.

Let me holler at you.

I think I just got an idea.

This campaign takes great pride

in addressing
issues that matter.

New York's black voters have a
heightened sense of empowerment this year

around issues
of race and identity.

- We should harness that and never back away...
- Oh, here he is now.

We were just about
to discuss you, James.

Oh, really?

This is my team,
Tate for Governor.

Quite a good-looking team.
It is my pleasure.

Rashad is one
of my closest friends,

and I'm an avid supporter
of his.

Tate, while you're campaigning
in Syracuse and Utica,

I thought it would be great
to have surrogates

like James St. Patrick
and his wife, Tasha,

continuing to hammer
your message locally.

- You don't have to...
- And I would be absolutely happy to take on the mantle

by myself.

Excuse me?

Um, it's a difficult time
for me right now, Ramona.

Tasha and I
are getting a divorce.

Oh.

James, why don't you
have a seat?

Thank you, Councilman.

Sure, we were just going over
some, uh... some issues

that are pressing, especially
in the black community.

I'll send you some...

Oh, Mrs. St. Patrick.

- Councilman Tate.
- Please, have a seat.

Wait, I've seen you before.

I get that a lot.

Ramona Garrity.

Right.

So your husband couldn't keep
his dick in his pants either.

Girl, I know the struggle.

Uh, thank you
for agreeing to meet us.

Devastated to hear
that you and James

are struggling in your marriage,
Mrs. St. Patrick.

The loss of a child
is never easy.

There are no cameras around,
Rashad.

You can drop the act.

What act?

Please.

Stop pretending
that you care how I feel.

You exploited my daughter's
funeral for your gain.

Don't think I forgot about that.

And the fact that the lovely
Ramona Garrity is here

all the way from Washington,
D.C., and James isn't

tells me quite a bit.

- Mm.
- We need yours and James' help.

Let me guess, you want us
to keep playing house

while the shit burns down
around us.

Tasha.

I know what
you're going through.

Divorce is painful
and humiliating.

All you want to do is run away
and never look back.

But I found that
if you hold your ground,

in the debris
that was once your life,

you may find opportunity.

Tasha, you sure I can't
provide something

in exchange
for your cooperation?

Actually, I need
to start a new business.

Independent source of income.

Licensing
for childcare providers

and expedited
facility inspections.

If you can make that happen,
we can talk.

- Listen, I feel like I...
- He'll make it happen.

I like you.

Be seated.

- Okay?
- Okay.

Get him out of here.

Come on, let's go.

Come on.

Miss Jimenez,
are you all right?

Alicia!

Order. Order.

Is everything all right?

Down the hall.

Right here.

Okay.

Come on.

What is going on out here?

EMTs are here now.

- Where'd she go?
- Everybody, back up.

Thanks.

Fuck!

- Get out of the way!
- Move it!

Hello, Alicia.

I've never been one
much for small talk,

so I'll get right to the point.

Names, locations, growers.

Give me your trafficking network

and I'll consider
letting you live long enough

to let that thallium
flush right out of your system.

You got a smoke?

- Of course.
Mm.

So what do you say?

I say go fuck yourself.

Whoever did this to me

will betray you too.

Yo, Jason!

You help me
connect the dots here?

Why did you have me
go through all the trouble

of snatching her
and bringing her here alive

if you was just gonna
kill the bitch?

I wanted to kill her myself.
You understand that, don't you, Tommy?

I do.

Is that why
you had Ghost go too?

To see if my personal beef would
get in the way of our business?

Tommy, we make bets with everything
we do in this line of work.

I was banking on the odds
of one of you delivering, and...

I was right.

I must admit, though,

I was pleasantly surprised
that it was you.

Great job today, Tommy.

I had to tell Tommy,
okay?

- No options.
- Bullshit.

Bullshit.
He ran up on me, James.

Just like the night he murdered
a man right in front me.

You know, Tommy's
a fuckin' psycho.

- My daughter was here.
- Look, man, I don't fuckin' care.

- Oh, you don't care?
- You know what I mean, Joe, okay?

You not telling me that
Tommy's coming for Alicia

is like sending me into
another fuckin' ambush.

It's funny you should say that,
because...

you told me Tommy was dead.

Fuck.

Well, Tommy's not dead, okay?

So Tommy won the jump ball. Now I got a
bigger problem, like I told you I would.

What's the problem?

What do you mean, what's the problem?
Do the math, Joe.

I'm running out of money
and I'm running out of options.

If I don't think fast,
then I'm a dead man

and the QCP never gets built.

Look, you're never
out of options, James.

Just keep it simple.
You need money.

Who has it?

Ah, James, it's been too long.

It was such a pleasant surprise
to get your call.

Imagine my shock when you said
you needed my help.

I can imagine, Simon.

So do you have it or not,
the QCP loan?

At 3% interest.

Interesting.
When I went in, it was 15%.

White lives matter, James.

These financial institutions will
try to stick you with excessive fees

just because you're black.

It's so wrong.

Well, I appreciate your help, Simon.
I'll be in touch.

I was reviewing
your paperwork.

Looks like you already have enough
liquidity to cover your freight.

Why take out a new loan?

Some of my assets
are spoken for.

Oh.

Well, I'm glad you called.

Looks like we're gonna
be quite the team after all,

especially now that I have
even more ownership stake

in Raina's legacy.

How special.

Tommy.
Oh, my God!

I can't believe
you pulled that off!

Oh, stop it.
Me? No.

We pulled that off.

I never, ever could have
done that shit without you.

Yo, I didn't think
I could do that.

- It was crazy.
- Yeah.

What's wrong?
Why you look shook?

Today saved me
a payment to Jason,

but I'ma need to clean a lot more
cash if I want to stay in the black.

I need to ask Tasha for help.

For what?

To clean money through my shop?
Again?

You got a better idea?

Fuck it, I'll do it.

But not with Tasha.

I'll do the shit myself.

Wait.

'Keisha, wait.
Are you sure?

Yeah.
I know how to do it now.

And I don't want Tasha
anywhere near my man.

Fuck that bitch.

You said we in this together,
right?

- That's right.
- Forever.

Oh.

Alicia Jimenez was found dead.

So I guess you're off the hook.

All right, so I can go home
now, right?

Sure, sure, yeah.

Oh, but, uh,
not with your daughter.

- Wait, what?
- The immunity agreement you signed is void.

And if the feds kick you loose,
the streets will know you're a snitch.

And as a bonus, NYPD are free
to go after you on drug charges.

Or... you help me
catch Angela Valdes' killer.

Because if I don't, I'm gonna be
fired and you're gonna be fucked.

What can I do
about that shit, man?

Help me get Ghost.

A'ight, he was at the courthouse.
I saw him there.

- St. Patrick?
- Yes!

You're paranoid, Coleman.

But I can't blame you.
Hey, maybe it'll keep you alive.

I'll be in touch.

And, uh, don't worry.

We'll take good care
of Heaven for you.

You double-crossing
motherfucker, man!

The streets are dangerous
out there.

I'd watch your back.

What the fuck
do you want, Ghost?

I want to know why the hell we were both
sent to do the same job today, Tommy.

- Does it matter?
- Come on, Tommy, think.

Isn't it obvious that
Jason's playing us both

and lining his pockets
in the process?

Uh, yeah.

So I say we both cut our losses
and take Jason out.

So you can
take me out the business too?

Come on, man, you know you can
always find another connect.

I thought you was
out the game, Ghost.

How you gonna tell me
how to do my shit?

Because I was always
better at it than you.

The only reason
you calling me now

is 'cause you ain't got nobody.

That's why you lost today.

Tommy, I say
we put our differences aside

and take Jason down together.

Go fuck yourself.

And the next time I see you,

I'ma cancel Christmas
on your ass.

♪ It's getting harder
to breathe ♪

♪ Chain-smoking your love ♪

♪ Can't be good
for my sanity ♪

♪ Can't be good for my lungs ♪

♪ Chain-smoking your love ♪

♪ Chain-smoking your love ♪

♪ I know my lease is up ♪

♪ And the bailiff's
at the door ♪

♪ And still I'm hanging on ♪

♪ To the life we had before ♪

♪ I know this cold love ♪

♪ Won't lead me to the Lord ♪

♪ Although I'm black and blue ♪

♪ I'm begging you for more,
yeah ♪

♪ Chain-smoking your love ♪

♪ Chain-smoking
your love ♪

♪ Chain-smoking your love ♪

♪ Chain-smoking
your love ♪