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Previously on Power...

You were never here.

_

Maria Suarez, this is US
Attorney Tameika Robinson.

Would you please tell her your story?

Look there was this cop at
school looking for you today.

- What was their name?
- Officer Raymond Jones.

I know who you are, Ray Ray.

I think I know who killed
Ghost's little girl.

Fuck you talking about?

Raymond Jones.

He a dirty cop.

Yo, T, we found out who killed Raina.

It wasn't Raina they was after.

It was Tariq.

See, your sister, at
least she stepped up.

- I'm not sorry.
- I'm not sorry, either.

When we go upstairs, you're
gonna get in the shower

and wash every bit of
this day down the drain.

I can either be your
lover or your lawyer.

But not both.

Will you take my case?

How we looking with
that other thing, though?

Going down as we speak.

Hey, you're Tony Teresi's
kid, that's good enough for me.

- Hold up.
- We got a problem here, kid?

No, no, no, we good.

What the fuck? That's Taino's.

These motherfuckers
are Cristobal's guys.

Who the fuck is Cristobal?

He and Dre, they tight like this.

I'm gonna fuck Dre up.

I want out. I don't
like the way you work.

He's with the fucking Jimenez, man.

We can't just roll up and
shoot the motherfucker.

It'll take more planning, more soldiers.

I may have some people.

There's a bullet in there.

If you run the ballistics,
I bet you'll get a match.

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If it were me and my
daughter was murdered,

I'd want revenge.

What's in the bag?

It's just a suit.

- Tasha.
- I need your help.

Tariq is missing. No police.

James said you cloned his phone once.

Okay, Tariq is in Washington Heights.

He's gonna make a move, Angela.

And when he does, it's gonna be the
perfect opportunity to take him down.

Tasha, where is James right now?

Angela Valdes?

Miss Valdes?

- Yes?
- Sergeant Rafael Hiciano.

Can I talk to you for a moment?

The CSI guys already pulled
the bullet from the wall.

Looks like a 380.

380?

We're gonna take it over to ballistics,

see if we hit the jackpot and
it's already been used in a crime.

- Probably was, right?
- Hmm.

This city's the gift
that keeps on giving.

You suits usually aren't
much help on a crime scene.

Ortiz had to go and notify next of kin,

but he told me you found
the bullet hole yourself?

Yeah, I did.

So let me get a statement
from you for the future

when this turns into
a murder investigation.

I don't think you'll
need me, Sergeant Hiciano.

Let the CSis take the credit. You
can leave me out of your report.

Since Detective Jones isn't here,

there's no reason for
me to be here, either.

Internal Affairs got called in already?

We don't even know if Detective
Jones did anything wrong.

In my experience, Hiciano,

if it looks wrong, it's usually wrong.

Who's that in the heels?

Federal Prosecutor. Head of
Criminal for the Eastern District.

Angela Valdes. Fucking Feds.

Walks all over my crime scene,
won't even be in my report.

Valdes, huh?

Oh, shit.

Yo.

Yo, what happened?

I can't speak right now.

Cristobal?

Meet up, man. We got a problem.

Hey, where's Tariq? Has
he come out his room?

- No.
- Has he talked to you?

I haven't seen him since
you brought him home.

What's going on with him, Tasha?

And what's going on
with you? Where'd you go?

Tasha, answer me.

Look, I need you to
say... If anyone ask...

We were both here all night.

Who's gonna ask?

I don't think anyone is gonna ask, okay?

You wanna be straight with me, Tasha?

What happened?

I need your help.

We'll talk about this
in the morning, okay?

Good night, Tasha.

We need to find somebody
that can't be traced to us

in case the Jimenez figure it out.

Shit, I can do it. Dre
don't even know I'm alive.

He get dead, and whoever the Jimenez is,

they don't even know to look for me.

They never heard of my ass.

That's smart, K.

Yeah, long as Dre hasn't figured out

his Taino hitters
never made it back home.

Come on in.

Whoa, whoa, how we know
we can trust you, K?

You set me on fire, nigga,
not the other way around.

Yeah, but K, you ain't the
forgiving type, nigga. You know that.

I could have shot you
both 20-11 times already.

Get out the way, man.

So we can figure out how to kill
this little light-skinned nigga.

Dre's the problem, right?

Right.

Are you sure Tommy Egan
called the other man Ghost?

I never heard the name
Tommy Egan. I told you that.

The man he called Ghost sent me home.

- And, uh, Ghost killed your boyfriend?
- Fiancé.

We were engaged.

I don't know what happened.
I never saw Miguel again.

You're absolutely sure?

James St. Patrick... the man
you heard on the television...

He is Ghost?

I'll never forget his
voice. He is Ghost.

Wait here.

If she's telling the truth, James
St. Patrick was Ghost all along.

- Greg was right.
- Don't get ahead of yourself.

Miss Suarez said that she
didn't see anything, all right?

She was blindfolded. An
aural ID isn't worth much.

Come on, you think she
can't recognize a voice?

I think the average person can't tell
the difference between George Clooney

and Kurt Russell on tape.

If I was St. Patrick's defense
attorney, I'd be all over that.

And if it's this office and we
start up with St. Patrick again,

it's gonna look like a vendetta.

I agree. If we're going
down this road again,

it better be a bulletproof case.

Still, she couldn't be a
more sympathetic witness.

You believe her.

Let's get her statement.

I'm not moving forward
officially until Angela weighs in.

If it concerns St. Patrick, we can't
let this get anywhere near Angela.

We need a full Chinese wall here.

- Sorry.
- One, I'm Korean.

And two, the wall is actually in China.

It's not racist if it's true.

- Can I hold you to that?
- Now you need to apologize.

I'll take your point, Saxe.

Angela wouldn't touch a St.
Patrick case for appearances' sake,

but she can evaluate
the strength of a case,

and certainly of this witness.

Where is Angela, anyway?

Why are you blowing me up?

What's all this about, Angela?

Tariq was never missing, was he?

Detective Raymond Jones is missing.

But if the blood and brain matter on the
floor of his flop house are any indication,

he's dead, and Jamie killed him.

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

Raymond Jones, the police
officer I told you I went to see.

The officer I told you was looking
into Tariq's witness statements.

The officer I told you I
suspected of killing Raina.

- Remember that?
- Angela, look, I didn't...

And then you told me to track a phone.

And you told me it was
Tariq's. And I believed you.

- It was Tariq's phone!
- Raymond Jones had the phone, is that it?

I told you he was Raina's
killer, but you already knew that.

You just needed to find him.

I gave you the location,
and now he's dead.

I gave you means, motive, and
opportunity right in that room.

Jamie killed a New York City cop,

and I'm a fucking accessory
because I believed you.

Ghost didn't kill anyone.
And I didn't trick you.

- I used the location to find Tariq.
- No, you didn't.

- And I found him.
- Bullshit.

I'm gonna have to turn
you all in now, Tasha.

And I'm gonna have to
testify against you and Jamie.

Tariq shot him.

With my gun.

Tariq?

I didn't lie to you.

I was looking for him to stop him.

Look, no one is going to jail, Angela.

No one even knows
anything you just said.

I handled it. I took every precaution.

- You don't understand.
- No, you don't understand.

I just came from the crime scene, Tasha.

They pulled a bullet from the wall.

Shit.

Where's your gun right now?

It's gone. Reported stolen. It's gone.

When I executed the search
warrant on your apartment,

we took your gun.

We ran the ballistics.
It's in the system.

It's gonna trace back to you,
and then we're all going to jail.

Wait a minute. How much time do we have?

Before they compare the bullets
to the records from my gun?

24, 30 hours.

Is there anything you can do to stop it?

I didn't want this to happen, Angela.

But we are here now, and
I cannot lose two children

to that goddamn cop.

You want me to bury the records?

If they never match your gun, they
might not trace any of this back to you.

Or you.

Where the fuck have you been?

Look, man, I had to settle a
debt. Or at least I thought so.

So, what's up, C? It's been a
long fucking night already, my man.

Yeah, well, it's about to
get a little bit longer.

Talk to me.

Those hitters I sent to take out Kanan.

Mm-hmm.

They never came back.

Oh, fuck.

Yeah, it doesn't make any sense, man.

Those are two of my best.
Kanan's not Superman.

No, no, he's Superman.

If Superman was mean as shit
and half burnt to a crisp.

Okay, so now we gotta keep
our head on a swivel for Kanan.

It's not just Kanan, C.

Tommy knows we set up Julio.

Callahan told me.

Is that why he wasn't
at the meet tonight?

No, he quit the organization over it.

He said he didn't like
the way I do business.

So I had to shut his mouth, man.

You know what I'm saying?

You killed a priest?

- What... Damn, Dre.
- Wait, no, no, Cris, Cris,

I didn't want a little Tommy-owned bitch

running around with shit to say

about you and me, collar
or no goddammed collar.

How did Tommy know we did Julio?

- Who else knew?
- Uriel.

Mmm.

Who Alicia just told us is dead.

That means... That means Tommy
probably pulled the fucking trigger.

Or was it Ghost? He
loved Julio, you know?

So Tommy, Ghost, and
Kanan, they're all after us.

Yeah.

Maybe we let Alicia and
Diego handle this problem.

No. No, no, no, no.

Alicia said no war.

That's why she signed on with us.

Listen, man, I made a promise.

C, I gotta keep my word, all right?

But if we are the target,

then we can use that to our advantage.

All we gotta do is let
them know where to find us.

- Hey, Sis.
- Hey, Tommy.

What the hell is Kanan doing here?

And why are you with him?

- Where were you last night?
- We'll talk about it later, Tasha.

- James.
- Councilman.

- So good to see you.
- My wife.

Of course. Mrs. St. Patrick,
I'm truly sorry for your loss.

- Thank you.
- Tariq. Ready to go inside?

Reverend Macedon is waiting.

We've owned this facility
for quite some time.

Since we're expecting quite a crowd,

we thought we'd have
Raina's service here.

It's less intimate, but we
thought it was more fitting

to celebrate Raina's transition.

Well, I'll give a homily, of course.

We were thinking that
your family and friends

would be in the first few pews.

- And then...
- The press would be set up, uh, here and here.

Or perhaps in the fifth or sixth row
so they can have and unimpeded view.

Wait a minute. You already
discussed this? You already decided?

Well, Tasha, our first duty is to Raina.

Yes, of course, but I don't think...

Well the QCP... The Queens Child
Project that Councilman Tate and I

are building... We're
gonna dedicate it to Raina.

We are?

We are, and I wanna do anything I can
obviously to commemorate our daughter

and to help move this project forward.

So if Councilman Tate, if Rashad feels
like having press here and seeing us

in the church mourning our daughter
will help donations, give us support,

- then I'll do it.
- It's a tremendous opportunity.

My daughter is dead.

That's not a goddamn opportunity.

Mrs. St. Patrick, everyone's
nerves are frazzled.

This is a horrible time for you.

For your family.

We'll make sure that the press is
carefully selected and unobtrusive.

Absolutely.

And we were thinking perhaps Tariq here
might want to do his sister's eulogy.

- No.
- No, that's not...

- Uh, that's...
- No...

I'll do it.

I'd like to do it.

- I want to.
- I knew he would do it, Reverend.

- Wonderful.
- What a fine young man you are, Tariq.

And I'm pretty sure your parents are
very proud of the young man that you are.

Why don't we take a look
at the reception hall?

Shall we? Reverend Macedon? Please.

Yo, was Tariq already there
when y'all clipped Ray Ray?

He saw y'all do that shit?

No, Tariq wasn't there.
We got to Ray Ray first.

Tariq got there after.

How's he hanging in there
with his sister and all?

Yeah, you know, he good.

Don't worry about Tariq, K.

Family got his back.

Feels like you forgetting if I
didn't call, Tariq would be dead.

I also know that Tariq never would
have met this Ray Ray motherfucker

if you didn't introduce him.

You stop fucking with Tariq,
K, and you and me, we cool.

Tariq.

Go sit down.

Now.

Why was Ray Ray following you?

- Why does it matter now?
- It matters.

Why was he following you?

I wanna know why he killed your sister.

Go ahead, tell you mother about
your little punk ass life of crime.

Yeah, I know all about the
licks with Kanan, the stealing,

the whole fucking thing.
Go ahead, tell her.

Wait a minute, with Kanan?
Kanan is behind this?

Kanan is the reason we found
Tariq and Ray Ray at all.

No, Dre is the problem, Tasha.

Look at me.

How did Dre know Ray Ray?

And why would he send you to
confront him about your sister?

- You're just a little kid.
- I'm not a little kid.

- Yes, the fuck you are!
- Ghost, please.

How did Dre know Ray
Ray? Answer the question.

You gonna answer these questions.

He met him at Kanan's place after I did.

And how long did Dre
know Kanan was back?

The whole time.

Listen, listen. Dre told
me to stay away from him.

I told Dre I was gonna tell
you that he knew about Kanan

if he didn't tell me where Ray Ray was.

That, and I held Mom's gun on
him until he said something.

Tariq, you are so lucky
that he did not shoot you.

The moment you left him, Dre should
have called me or your Uncle Tommy

or Kanan.

Since he knew how to fucking find him,

or, he should have taken away
your mother's gun from you,

given you the wrong address,

I don't know... Any fucking thing.

The little motherfucker
sent you to Ray Ray to die.

No, I wanted to make it right for Raina.

I did the right thing, didn't I?

What would you would have
done if you were me, Pa?

- What would I have done?
- Look, look.

What you could have done is
told your father about Ray Ray,

or you could have told Uncle Tommy.

Or me.

How long did Raina know you
were in trouble with Ray Ray?

Why didn't she tell me?

Tariq.

She told me everything.

Why didn't she tell me?

- Riq!
- 'Cause he told her not to, Tash.

Hmm?

'Cause he thought he could
handle it all on his own.

If you wasn't so fucking doggone stupid,

your sister would still be alive.

- Don't you get that?
- Ghost!

Come back here. I'm
not finished with you.

- Get here, get here. I said get here!
- Ghost!

Get here! Get up! Stand up!

Ghost! Come on.

Okay, all right, all right, all right.

Go to your room. Look, please, okay?

You said it, Ghost. All right?

You can't do anything
worse to him than that.

Besides, this is not all his fault.

That's true.

You wasn't watching him, Tash.

Are you fucking kidding me?

You know what? Fine, go ahead.

Blame everyone in this
house for Raina's death.

Including her, if you want to.

But that still doesn't
change the fact that

Kanan is the reason
Tariq is in this mess.

I mean, you and Tommy just riding around
with Kanan like this ain't his fault?

Your son is fucked up because of Kanan.

Our son almost died because of Dre.

Ghost.

Tameika, where's John Mak?

I wanted to talk to him about
the house bust in Suffolk County.

He's over at the Bar Committee
prepping for Joe Proctor's hearing.

Why couldn't I reach you last night?

That's why we issue you a phone.

I was trying to reach you on a
pressing matter and you didn't pick up.

Where were you?

I was home. I went to bed early.

I'm so sorry, I didn't realize
my... my ringer must have been off.

Elevating you to this position helped

assuage public concerns
about DOJ corruption.

Corruption you brought to light.

Our moves now need
to be beyond reproach.

I need to make sure
you aren't distracted.

Not distracted, Tameika.

Exhausted. I fell asleep.

I'm completely present, totally focused.

Good to hear.

Tameika, what were you calling
about? The pressing matter?

I don't remember.

I don't think Angela's being straight
with me about where she was last night.

In case you're right, keep
Maria Suarez away from Angela

until I tell you otherwise.

Is it out of place to ask why the head of
Criminal for the entire Eastern District

of New York was at a
lowly local murder scene?

- Excuse me?
- Blanca Rodriguez, NYPD Internal Affairs.

I'm working the Detective
Raymond Jones case.

I was called in because Jones was
an undercover working narcotics,

but his flop was filled with
fenced items that he never reported,

which is a big no-no.

I saw you leaving
Jones' flop last night.

And I said to myself,

"Self, it's not every
day you see $400 stilettos

at a potentially dirty undercover
cop's bloody last known."

So I looked at the sign out sheet
and noticed you weren't on it.

Little violation of NYPD protocol.

It was an oversight.

Why were you there?

I'm just asking because
maybe I'm missing something.

You know, save me a couple
steps in my investigation.

Like you, I thought I'd
check him out myself.

See what kind of witness he would be.

You ever spoken with Raymond Jones?

Unfortunately, I didn't get the chance.

He came onto my radar shortly
before he went missing.

I'm late for a meeting, so...

Oh, hmm.

Thank you for your time, Miss Valdes.

Thank you.

The party you are trying to reach...

God damnit, Padre, where you at?

- Move it, kid.
- 69 Mustang, right?

- I know you?
- I know you.

- Or, Father Cal did.
- Did?

What you mean, did?

He told me to find you if
anything ever happened to him.

What the fuck happened to him?

Look, somebody stabbed him
up in the park last night.

Fuck.

They found his body on a bench.
He bled out from the heart.

Oh, f... Sh...

He's gone.

- He was a good man.
- Only good white guy I ever met.

Me, too.

You know who did it?

I've been on the corner
for Cal for three years.

No idea who did him.

I'd like to get my hands
on that motherfucker.

You and me both.

I think it was a new connect.

The new connect?

Yeah, but look, the only
thing is, I don't got a name.

I don't need a name.

Word?

Just tell me everything you know.

So, what the fuck is up
with these Italian niggas?

I never knew Tommy had no white friends.

They're the wrong friends, K.

Remember Tommy had that little
African albino motherfucker

he brought around back in the day?

He thought he'd found another
white boy like him in the hood.

Remember the look on Tommy's face
when Little Man kept calling us niggas?

Remember that look?

Yeah, he didn't know whether to
join in or slap the fuck out the boy.

- Oh, Tommy.
- Yeah, man.

Tommy's always looking for
somebody to take care of him.

Yeah, that was your job.

Now that he's fucking with these
Italians, you think they got his back?

No, K, I don't.

What you two talking about?

You.

Let's go.

- Get in here, man.
- Come on.

Let's go get that motherfucker, Dre.

Come on, let's go.

You sure this the place, right, Tommy?

Dre's in here somewhere.
Just keep quiet.

Yo, you see anything?

No. You?

Nothing.

Here they come.

Let's light them the fuck up.

Tommy.

We've been played. Run.

Keep moving!

Go, go, go!

Go!

Move, move!

All right. Got enough? I'm reloading.

Move! Go, go!

Go!

Go, go, come on, get up, get up!

You hit?

Get up!

Come on, Ghost!

- Back, back!
- Fucking pussy, Dre! Show your face!

- I'm out.
- Shit.

You out?

I got these motherfuckers.

Thanks for coming, Doc.
Really appreciate it.

Look, I promised, didn't I?

No, four seats, center ice.
Right up against the glass.

You're lucky his little bitch
ass can't shoot worth shit.

Tommy.

Sorry, I'm sorry.

Good looking out back there, K.

I got one with that
motherfucker name on it.

Nope, nope, la la la la la.

I don't wanna hear
anything about this, okay?

I don't have a law license right now,

which means I'm not a lawyer,

which means there is no
attorney-client privilege.

So I don't wanna know where you
were tonight or who did this to you,

and I don't even know who the
fuck this is, but you know what?

I don't wanna know, okay?

I'm supposed to stay away from you
two until I get my law license back.

So why'd you answer the phone?

Huh?

Look, because I could help.

I am so sorry about your loss.

I'll see you at the funeral, okay?

'Cause you a member of this family now.

And a family sticks together
no matter what, right?

Right.

- What happened to you?
- Nothing.

Well, that ain't fucking nothing, Ghost.

Did you kill Dre?

Good night, Tasha.

I don't know how I'm
going to forgive Tariq

or any of us for what happened to Raina.

But what I can tell you is that

if you get killed chasing Dre, Ghost,

and if you leave me with two kids
that I will have to raise on my own,

I will never forgive you.

We'll all feel better once
this is over... Once we get Dre.

I will never feel better.

Ever.

I heard you have a
bar hearing coming up.

John Mak's got a hard on
for getting me disbarred.

He's gonna get the blue balls of
his life when I walk out of there

reinstated and clean.

Why haven't you called me, Joe?

I know you didn't break the law
during the St. Patrick prosecution.

I'd be your best witness.

Yeah, while it's tempting to have the
new Head of Criminal testify for me,

you're not the best character witness.

As one of the top federal
prosecutors in the state?

A job you blackmailed your
way into, Angela. Come on.

Everybody knows you told Tameika
that you'd go into criminal defense

and you'd kill any case they try
across from you for the next 20 years.

And?

Why are you offering to help me?

What, to burn John Mak?

Do you want me to owe you something?

'Cause that's the only thing I can
imagine that would make you so invested

in my welfare.

You're innocent. I wanted
to do the right thing.

Why start now?

I freed your client.

Whatever game you're playing with
John Mak, leave me the fuck out of it.

Okay? I got enough of my own problems.

Joe?

If you had to do it all over
again, would you still help Jamie?

Probably.

Yeah, no good deed
goes unpunished, Angela.

But this'll be behind me soon enough.

Watch your back, Joe. Mak's
not gonna go away easy.

But hopefully you will.

Reverend Macedon needs
a list of pallbearers.

Um, Ghost, and, uh, Tommy.

My cousin Aaron, and, um, Mr.
Langa... her drama teacher...

He offered.

When she was a baby...

She used to carry this everywhere.

You remember when we
left it at the McDonald's?

Yeah, and we had to walk ten
blocks in the rain to get it back.

This should be in with her.

Yeah.

Hey, T.

You remember what you asked me the
other night about you and Tariq?

If anybody asks me where y'all were...

I'll say whatever you want.

Thank you.

Now that we know the location,
all we need is a plan.

Well, we blew the element of
surprise over at the warehouse.

No shit. Luring us
there was a smart idea.

It's what I would have done.

Well, shit, we should
just turn our mistake

at the warehouse into
an advantage for us.

K, you still got your
crew in town, right?

- Phone call away.
- Yo, yo... Wait, wait, h-hold up, hold up.

- You just said Dre expecting us, right?
- Yeah.

So sending K's crew in there is
playing right into Dre's hand.

He's gonna be looking for black hitters.

He ain't gonna be
looking for white hitters.

I know that you don't trust them, Ghost,

but I think that we
need to use the Italians.

- Dre won't see them coming.
- Bingo.

We use 'em both.

Have you done it?

- Not yet.
- What the fuck are you waiting for?

There's an internal report
and a federal database, Tasha.

I checked the federal database.

Your gun isn't logged in there yet.

I can keep that from happening
as just lost paperwork.

But the internal report
has already been filed.

I have to log in as someone
else and delete the file.

Okay.

Tasha, if I do this, it's
obstruction of justice.

It's evidence tampering.
It's disbarment.

Official misconduct, conspiracy,

and that's before I'm an accessory
to murder, before and after the fact.

So don't get caught. Okay?

Look, I'm trying to save everybody.

If this wasn't a set-up, why me?

- Because I knew you would help.
- Why?

Because you still love him.

- Tasha, that's not true.
- I don't care.

The version of me that used to care,

I don't even know that person anymore.

She had three living kids,

and she had time to
worry about her husband

sleeping with another woman.

Look, you still love
him, and you still owe me.

You ripped my family apart

the first time you took him
and then the second time.

And don't think just because you
gave him back it evens the score.

Tasha, I'm very sorry about Raina.

And for what's happened to Tariq.

If I do this, I'm doing it for them.

You'll be doing it for yourself.

Sammy, can't wait to
meet the rest of the guys.

Thanks for setting this thing up for me.

This is what your pops wants. I got it.

Back in the day, Teresi and I were
the most vicious hitters in New York.

We'd get anybody.

Who holds that title now?

There's a four-man crew
that's hard to beat.

They're kids, but that just
means they don't give a fuck.

That's two of them back
there, Carmine and Marco.

Stay away from them.
They'll corrupt you.

Vincent, this here's
Teresi's kid, Tommy.

- Tommy Teresi in the flesh.
- Nice to meet you, man.

Thank you for seeing me.

Yeah, no problem at all. Sammy's
been telling me about you.

Take a seat. Dave, I
need more ginger in this.

Tastes like shit. Got it.

Look, Vincent, I won't waste your time.

I'm ready to cut you in on a
deal that'll change your life.

You got a lot of balls.

Tell me about this opportunity
that's gonna change my life.

Yo, I got a boatload of some
quality product coming in.

If you use your guys
to move my weight...

And I am one loyal motherfucker...

I'm gonna make you so much money.

I heard you were a dope man.

And you want me to move your weight?

Why?

Where's your crew?

I had to let them go.

I had one bad one in the
bunch, and he spoiled them all.

I'm gonna help you out.

Because you're Teresi's kid.

Your father's been good to the
family, so I'm gonna be good to you.

I'll take 75% of what
you got off your hands.

Vincent, you will not
regret making that move.

I promise you.

- All right.
- Come, use the back door.

Oh, oh, yeah.

You vouch for him?

I do.

There you go.

Yo, yo, yo, fellas, let
me holla at you a second.

Word on the street is you the
baddest motherfuckers in town.

Who are you?

I'm Tommy. Tony Teresi's kid.

I heard a rumor Teresi had a son.

I heard you'd be coming around.

Yeah, well, here I am. Y'all
looking for some extra employment?

Everything we do goes through Vincent.

Everything? For real?

What's he, your fucking parole officer?

Ain't you got no sense of adventure?

I'll give you 60k for one hit.

Make it 80k, you got a deal.

80k. All right.

I don't even need you to merc the dude.

Just grab him and bring him to me.

I wanna be the one
that pulls that trigger.

I'll be in touch.

I noticed the hinges on your
door were busted recently.

What's that about?

It's the projects. They
just come like that.

So, what's gonna happen next?

I finish my investigation
into your cousin.

A death certificate
gets granted eventually,

and you as next of kin collect
whatever pension he receives.

Unless he was dirty, of course.

A death certificate?

Uh, to tell you the truth, sweetie,

it's not looking good
that he'll ever be found.

Has anyone else come to speak
with you about your cousin?

Just some of his coworkers. NYPD.

Any of them women?

No.

♪ Why should I feel ♪

♪ Deserted ♪

♪ And why should my heart ♪

♪ Be lonely ♪

♪ And all the Heaven ♪

♪ And Earth ♪

♪ When Jesus is thy fortune ♪

Keep camera one on the family
pew, especially Mrs. St. Patrick.

May the Lord give you strength
and refuge. Bless you all.

Please, right this way.

Tasha, we've never even
been to this church.

What does any of this
have to do with Raina?

Mamma, I'll... I'll
explain later, all right?

♪ And I know he watches me ♪

Who are all these people?

Girl, I don't know.

No clue.

♪ And I know he watches me ♪

All right, here's your Uncle Tommy.

♪ I sing... ♪

- Where we at?
- Right here, Tommy.

This pew is for immediate family.

Excuse me, he is family.

James, the world will be
watching you as you grieve.

Our message needs to stay clear.

Without fueling existing doubt.

You know what? I'm sick of this.

This is Raina's
godfather and my brother.

You have no right. What is your...

Wait a minute, Tasha, Tasha,
yeah, yeah. He's right, it's okay.

Today ain't the day.

- I'll move back.
- Thank you.

♪ I know he watches ♪

James, please.

Tariq.

When we walk through
the fire, He is with us.

But somehow or another,

God allows tragedies to happen.

Amen.

How did this happen, God?

Who is responsible?

Blessed are the dead
who die in the Lord.

Lord, shouldn't we bury
the old, not the young?

- Hallelujah!
- Amen!

We must surrender to God's will.

If we really love Raina,

we cannot go home unchanged.

K says they're in position.

Eyes on Dre.

There is a wisdom we cannot see.

We must learn from
the lesson of her life.

Raina was my better half.

Full of joy and eager to
help out no matter what.

When I... When I find
myself in a place of trouble,

I think to myself...

"What would Raina do?"

What would she...

Hey, I'll go.

Um, wasn't prepared for this.

Speaking of prepared,

there are, uh, things in life

you can never prepare for.

Riq.

Riq, you okay?

_

These things find you.

Get around you.

You try to out run 'em.

Try to outsmart 'em.

Come crashing down on you.

Some might try to get away from 'em.

But the joke's on you, 'cause
you're forced to face it.

There's a lesson even in the pain.

But ultimately the joke is on you.

When you're walking through the fire.

God is with you.

I've been looking for you.

Where's James?

He's still at the grave site.

I had to leave. I cou...

I couldn't... I couldn't watch
them put her in the ground.

Tasha, I think I know what
happened the other night,

before you came to see me.

I think that you're protecting someone.

- Terry, I really can't...
- You don't...

I was watching him in the church.

I know what it is you're trying to do.

James asked you

to lie to me to protect him.

I will protect you instead.

Tasha, what do you think you're doing?

Mama, you wouldn't understand.

You're right. I don't.

I'm gonna go back to the guests.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Baby girl.

I'm sorry for your loss.

No, no, no, you're not strapped.

Not at your daughter's funeral.

You made a mistake, coming here.

Mmm, no.

If you wanna talk about mistakes,

let's talk about the one you, Tommy,
and Kanan made coming after me.

See, I have the full protection
of the Jimenez cartel,

so if you come after me again,

they will kill you
and your entire family.

- Well?
- Well what, bitch? Your hands ain't broke.

And some gentlemen open the car.

So, listen to me, James.

If you don't wanna come back here
and bury another person you love,

then I advise you to stay in your lane.

And I'll stay in mine.

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