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Previously on Power...

I've got one just like it.

Number's programmed in.

Get back to me.

It just feels right.

I know.

Got you something.

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.

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.

You fucked up, Tommy!

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

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.

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.

Which is why I'm here.

I can't bring Tommy back.

I don't want to fucking go to war.

Okay.

I'll take your money,

but this...

Is not enough.

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

to not retaliate.

Otherwise...

I will kill you myself.

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.

Later.

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.

Hell yeah!

That's what's up!

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

Yeah!

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.

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!

- 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.

- 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.

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.

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.
- 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...
- 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?

Mommy!

I'm sorry. I have to go.

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

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.

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.

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...

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.

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.

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

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.

Are you out of your goddamn mind?

Why would I do that?

Because you and I both know that...

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?

Boss just
feeling each other out...

So what happens now, Tommy?

Nothing, hopefully.

I mean, you got rid of the...

Gun, right?

So, yeah, it's over,

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

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.

Oh, almost gets nailed...

Good point.

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.

What's up?

Hello.

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.

Cash, you okay?

All right.

_

_

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.

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.

Watch when it goes up.

Hold up.

Yo, I gotta take this.

Hold up.

Yo, what up, 'Riq?

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.

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.

- 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.

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.

Ghost and I had our first
divorce arbitration yesterday.

What the fuck is an arbitration?

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?

I'm not sure what I'm saying.

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.

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

Shit.

Really, Angela?

_

_

_

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?

Shows how much you know.

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

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.

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.

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.

What's going on?

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.

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

O-okay, stop.

Do you see what this is doing to her?

Fine, we'll share custody.

That seems like a good compromise.

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.

If you work with me,

your sister's secrets will be safe.

Your choice.

Hello, Mrs. St. Patrick.

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?

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

Thank you.

Councilman Tate, sir!

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.
- 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.

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.
- 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.

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.

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.

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.

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_

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 primeras are 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.

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.

Dude.

This shit is bananas!

We're gonna be so fucking rich!

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.

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.

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.

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.

Yeah, right.

Come here.

I want you

to stay away from Tasha.

And there shouldn't be things

that you can only talk about with her.

You can talk to me now...

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.

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.

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.

So then what did you do?

Called the DNC.

They're sending in some help.

What about you? Any
progress on your side?

That should be him now.

Come on in.

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?

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

We'll be in touch.

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.

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.

Were you...

trying to get him,

or were you trying to help him?

Whose side were you on?

Mom?

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.

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.

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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.

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.

On behalf of the president
of the United States,

please accept this flag...

Thank you.

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...

Mrs. St. Patrick.

James and Tasha St. Patrick.

- Damn.
- Holy shit.

The balls on this guy.

He's fucking OJ.

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.

Amen.

You guys.

Holy shit.

Oh, I wish Mak were here to see this.

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.

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.

Wouldn't be so sure about that.

I'm so glad you like it, honey!

I picked it special for you!

Thanks, Mom!

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

Okay!

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.

Look, I got you something.

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

Oh, my God.

You like 'em?

Like them?

I love them!

Yeah?

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

These are dope.

No help.

You did good.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Welcome to our new home, baby.

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

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?

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...

Took me forever to put her to sleep.

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.

Daddy!