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Previously on Ghost...

If you do this shit,
you can never go back.

I would do anything to go back,

to go back to how it was
before you left us for Angela.

We'd like you to tutor

basketball player Ezekiel Cross.

Zeke doesn't play,
you don't stay.

My mother's on trial
for killing my father,

and I want to hire you.

Five hundred K, liquid,
up front.

You get that, we'll talk.

Tariq St. Patrick.

I've been assigned
as his counselor.

He's really motivated.

Canonical Studies is closed.

Don't make this
about you and me.

As you like to say,
there is no you and me.

What the fuck are you doing
at Stansfield?

I go here; everyone
in my family goes here.

Your family built
the auditorium?

And the swimming pool.

What's this party for?

My family congratulating me

on Stansfield.

I know you're gonna help me
stay here,

so they wanted to meet you.

Tariq, this is my cousin Dru.

Yo, what up, bro?

My cousin Diana Tejada.

This is my boy Tariq.

Hey.

Yeah, that's my brother Cane.

There goes the party.

What the fuck is going on
out here?

Damn, that's Monet.

Get the fuck out of here, man.

He'll be back.
You know what to do.

What I need is for you
to concentrate on school.

If you take care of yourself,
you'll take care of all of us.

I owe your mother,
so I'll help you out,

but you gotta find
your own products.

- We official now?
- Yes.

And we'd like you to charge
Tasha St. Patrick

under the Kingpin Statute.

Well, Queenpin in this case,
I guess.

Deal, but Tasha has to name
the shooter.

If she does that
and I can confirm it,

I can get her out.

I saw your son
before I got here.

Well, what did he say?

He said he knew
that you were afraid

to say the name of the person
who shot your husband.

He said if you love him,
you need to tell the truth.

The man who killed
James St. Patrick

is Tommy Egan.

Why on earth would Tommy Egan
have killed your husband?

- Because I asked him to.
- Your Honor, I object.

- Overruled.
- Queenpin.

You're under arrest
for the murder

of James St. Patrick

under the federal
Kingpin Statute.

- Ma!
- Kingpin? What the...

We're gonna fight this together!

Kingpin Statute?

You're gonna give her
the needle?

You and I both know
this is not a federal case.

It is now.

Where have you been?

Who are you?

Tasha, I'm Paula Matarazzo,

Mr. MacLean's investigator.

I'll also be working
on your case.

Whatever you say to me
is protected

by the same privilege.

Well, can I afford you?

At the moment,

you can't afford me, Ms. Green.

When can I expect a payment?

And will payments always
be coming through your son...

in cash?

Oh, I-I figured
Simon Stern was paying you.

Okay.

Look, I promise
I'll get you the money.

But what I want to know
is what happened in court

and why suddenly,
they think I was running

Ghost and Tommy's organization.

So your husband was Ghost?

Feds could never prove that.

Yes, my husband,
James St. Patrick,

was Ghost, a criminal kingpin

drug-dealing,
murdering motherfucker.

Tommy too.

And you had nothing to do
with their business?

I don't see why their business
is part of this at all.

When you told me Tommy Egan
helped you kill your husband,

I thought you got
a lifelong friend

to help you
with a domestic dispute.

Egan had only been charged
with a handful of small crimes,

only one major charge
that was dropped.

There was no reason
to doubt your story

because you didn't give me
the full story.

I didn't know Egan's history
with the Feds or yours.

I know. I'm sorry.

But I-I just didn't think
it mattered.

That's great.

Because it's the only thing
that matters now.

Your statement in court
gave Saxe the ammunition

to charge you as the queenpin.

Tasha, I need your word.

Are you telling me
the whole truth

about why you asked Egan
to help you kill James?

Yes.

It had nothing to do
with their drug business.

And you?

Did you have anything to do
with their drug business?

I'm asking again since
you didn't answer me before.

I said nothing.

And if the Feds find Tommy Egan,

he'll back up your story?

Your name is on a lot
of paperwork

having to do with the clubs,
Ms. Green:

articles of incorporation,
liquor licenses,

accounting documents.

You're saying you didn't
help them clean the money

they were making selling drugs?

Okay, well, I may have set up
a few accounts.

- I...
- Shh.

Tasha, let's pretend
you're under oath.

Ms. Green,

were you the head
of the St. Patrick-Egan

criminal organization?

- No.
- Did you give orders?

No!

Did you arrange murders
or sell drugs?

For James and Tommy?

Why are you asking
for clarification?

Did you sell drugs
or arrange murders

for your husband
or for Thomas Patrick Egan?

No.

Then you're not the queenpin.

And Saxe knows that.

And yet he was ready
with an arrest warrant.

Something's going on here
that we don't understand.

They're charging too high.

It's not about
what they're charging.

It's about why.

Fuck.

Yo, my nigga, how you got
all this fly-ass gear?

I thought college players
can't make money from ball.

My Auntie Monet takes care of me

so I can focus on the court.

I'm actually headed
back out there tonight.

She got something
for me to pick up.

So you can have the room
to yourself, you know,

if you want to bring
a girl home.

Hey, I'm just saying.

Nah, you think I could pull up
for dinner later, though?

Damn, you sick
of the dining hall already?

That shit is wack, bro.

Shit, I'll ask her, you know,
see if it's cool.

I gotta go meet
Professor Milgram later.

Whoo, bitch is fine
as a motherfucker.

Yo, you got that Moby-Dick shit?

You crazy, man. Yeah, I do.

Yo, make sure you read
this shit.

She be asking questions.

You don't want to blow
our shit up.

Yeah, I'll read it.

Man, I'm for real.
Like, really read it, bro.

I got you.

And don't forget to call
your auntie too.

I got you!

Yes, Ashley.

Herbert took Pip under his wing

and taught him
how to be a gentleman.

But then Uncle Pumblechook
was out there

trying to take all the credit
for Pip's success,

and he ain't have nothing
to do with it,

just like
a motherfucking white man.

I wish a nigga would
with his stupid-ass name.

Um...

Um, what?

You got something
in your throat?

'Cause I know you ain't
about to say something.

- Never mind.
- That's a big opinion

from someone who doesn't have
a real name.

- Nope.
- Excuse me?

That's right.
I don't got a real name.

I got two.

Bruce plus Shaundria,
which equals BruShaundria.

But the first rule
of business is to mind

your motherfucking own, Richard.

Thank you for enlightening us,
Miss Carmichael.

Okay, class,
this is Tariq St. Patrick.

He's joining us a bit late,
but he proves

he deserves to be here,
so don't go easy on him.

- Hi.
- What's up?

Tariq,

what did you think
of Great Expectations?

Well, Dickens' choice
to make every character

do the wrong thing
for the right reason

and vice versa
was very effective

in highlighting the complexities

between innocence and guilt.

Well, how-how do you think

that applies
to Dickens himself, though,

like his choice to change
the ending of the book?

Why do you think he changed it?

Well, I...

Didn't finish the book...

again?

We warned you this course
was rigorous, Tariq.

Now, if you can't keep up,

Stansfield has a number
of easier classes you can take.

Bloop.

Professor Reynolds
got time today, y'all.

Does anyone else
care to respond?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to blow you up
like that.

It's all right.
It's not your fault.

It's mine.

He was pandering
to his audience.

Elaborate please, Richard.

They think your mom
ran the drug business.

My mother didn't do any of that.

A'ight? My father did it.

That was his business.
He was the boss.

Exactly what she said.

That's the truth.

What, you don't believe her?

I don't know what to believe,
Tariq.

Your mother didn't tell me she
had a history with the Feds.

Neither did you.

I didn't think it mattered.

A'ight? That was a local case.

- Right.
- Now that Saxe and the Feds

are involved, this is personal.

Okay, what motivation
would Saxe have

to target your mother?

I honestly don't know.

Right. All right.

I'm going to work
the political angle, Tariq,

but until I can make this
all go away,

we have to assume
that your mother

is going to face a jury,

which means we need
the jury pool to know

exactly how dangerous
and violent your father was.

Hey!

We need you to deliver
his eulogy tomorrow

and blow his ass up.

With him right there
in the ground?

It's his legacy
or your mom's life, kid.

Get some balls.

Dude! Where you been?

You haven't been responding
to any of my texts.

I been busy, bro.

Your father's funeral's
tomorrow, right?

Do you want me to, like, come?

Fuck no.

I mean, thanks, though.

It's all good.
Hey, you need a hug?

Come on, bring it in.

No? Okay, cool.

- Cool, cool, cool, cool.
- I'm heading this way...

Dude, how much fun was that
strip club the other night?

I mean, I think I gave Cabernay
my Venmo password,

but honestly,
it was fucking worth it!

What? Bro, you're fucking crazy.

I saw you macking
on that other chick too, man.

She was fucking feeling you,
dog.

I know.

She moving weight for you?

What? Fuck no.

Dude, it's cool. I just...

I want to get back in.

We were fucking balling out
at Choate.

Well, there's nothing
to get back in on, all right?

Yeah, right.

Whatever you got going on,

you can't do it by yourself.

I can help.

But hey, uh,

my brother's having
a party tonight at his frat

if you want to hit that.

I mean, he's a fucking dick,
but what else is new?

If you don't fuck with him,
then why would you go?

Um, pussy?
Why does anyone go anywhere?

You're right.

Damn, bro. I can't go, though.

I got plans tonight.

My fault.

What plans are better
than pussy?

That ain't none
of your business.

How can you stay with a guy
who's inside for life?

Don't you want to be
with someone

who can give you more?

Someone like who, you?

What?

You're saying you don't...
you don't feel a connection?

Shit, I need more
than connection.

You know what Lorenzo's name
get me in these streets?

Protection.

Ain't no connection
gonna offer me that.

Shit. You gotta go.

Kids can't see you,
especially Cane.

All right.

I guess I should get back
to the precinct.

I was really impressed
with your paper, Zeke.

What was it you said
about the combination

of horror, suspense,
and supernatural forces?

Yeah, you know,
all those elements

of Gothic literature

are just really, like, combined.

It's weird you're a professor,
you know,

'cause you...
you looking mad young.

I see you got a biology test
coming up.

You had a chance to go over
the material with Tariq?

- He's tutoring you, right?
- Tariq's great.

He's just going through a lot
of family stuff right now.

I think his-his dad's funeral
is, uh, tomorrow.

Oh, God. Tomorrow.

How's he doing?

Oh, we don't-we don't
really talk like that.

Uh...

tell me about you.

Where are you from?

Are you going to the funeral?

No, I ain't thinking about that.

Uh, I-I got practice.

I'm-I'm actually
from the South myself,

uh, but I went to high school
in Queens.

I bet no students can go,
now that I think of it.

Um, right, well, okay.

Um, keep up the good work,

and you'll be
off academic probation

and back on the court
in no time.

Okay, girl.
Well, I guess I'll...

see you after
that biology test, right?

Mm-hmm.

You sure you don't
want something, Tariq?

Mmm, delightful.

When I was a student, all we had

was Folgers and cocaine.

What are we here to talk about?

Just like your father,

always eager to get
right down to business.

I'm nothing like my father.

Fine, fine.

I got a distressing call
from Davis MacLean today.

He wants me to speak bad
about my father at the funeral.

Yes, I gleaned that
from his tone,

and I have to say,
I think it's a terrible idea.

Oh, I remember reading
Great Expectations

back in my Stansfield days.

Classic tale
about one's moral code

being more important
than ambition,

and that's why it's a story
for poor people.

The thing about your father,
Tariq,

is that he could never accept

that his ambition was
his moral code.

He thought they were
two separate things,

so he was always
at war with himself.

I never thought of it that way.

I never thought of him that way.

Splendid. But that's not all.

Your father's image is in need
of a little... zhoosh,

and his funeral
is a wonderful opportunity.

Now, you know I'm happy
to pay for a send-off

worthy of our dearly departed,

but the real showstopper

would be a glowing eulogy
from his only son.

Well, MacLean wants me
to trash my father

to help my mother.

You know, I have to do anything
to help my mother.

See? Just like James.

He was great at looking ahead,

but he could never see
from above.

I know you care
about your mother.

I do too, of course.

But you and I are
business partners now, Tariq,

and the first thing you always
have to ask in business

is, "How does this benefit me?"

James' flailing reputation

will be bad for our ventures

and for his estate as a whole.

I'll be fine either way,
of course,

but that could be
financially devastating

to you and your family.

Both Tariq and Tasha
say her husband was the boss

and that Cooper Saxe knows it.

That woman is a liar, Davis,
and her son is too.

We should walk away
from this case right now.

I mean, you did the research
on St. Patrick and Egan.

Do you really believe
she was the boss?

No matter what you say,

no matter what you want
to happen,

Tasha St. Patrick
was not the leader

of this organization.

- Prove that.
- What?

That she wasn't.

You can't prove a negative.

Exactly.

That means Davis MacLean
can't prove that either.

Look, all you have to do
is lay out the crimes

we know the St. Patrick-Egan
organization committed,

and now that she said
live in court

that she had the power
to tell Egan what to do,

we wrap all of it up.

I mean, Egan may have sold
the drugs

and pulled the triggers...

But she called the shots.

There's no way Tasha
ordered all of this.

She was raising three kids.

If anything,
she was being a mother.

You're gonna try to use
the "mom of the year" defense

on the wife
of a drug trafficker?

Excuse me, a woman under siege,

racing to save her family

as a tide of corruption
and criminality

threatened to sweep her under.

You are not gonna try to argue

that she didn't know
this was going on.

This is millions of dollars
in narcotics.

You're saying she never asked
her husband

where the money came from?

Her name's on the checks.

I'm saying it doesn't matter
what she knew.

It matters that Cooper Saxe
knows she's not the boss.

You want me to take every crime

that St. Patrick
and Tommy Egan committed...

Allegedly committed.

John, we know St. Patrick

was Ghost.

We know he's the kingpin!

- We know?
- What did you prove in court?

- Nothing.
- Right.

And they can't prove it either,
and from what I understand,

Egan is conveniently
in the wind,

so who's gonna argue it?

Tasha's not fully innocent.

No, I didn't say that.

It matters
that this whole prosecution

turned on Jenny Sullivan

asking why Tommy Egan
killed St. Patrick,

on this trumped-up RICO charge
that will sweep

all of James St. Patrick's
nefarious activity

under the rug.

Show the jury she's dirty,
and they'll convict.

Egan ain't here to blame,
and her husband's dead.

She's the last woman standing,
so sorry, she gets the needle.

- It's political.
- Yeah.

And if we can prove
Saxe had an agenda,

maybe we can get
the charges dropped altogether.

Don't let us down, Saxe.

I'll give you
an unlimited budget,

and you can hire
whoever you want.

Just land the fucking plane.

Fuck.

Shit, Stern makes a good point.

I'll give him that.

It's worth considering.

I mean, maybe you should
protect your father.

I'm protecting you, okay?

I don't care about Gho...

I don't care about Dad's money.

All I care about
is you getting out of here,

and if MacLean thinks me saying
something will help, then...

Wait a minute. Hold up.

I can't believe MacLean
came you to behind my back.

I can.

Ma, this is how you win.
This is how you get out.

'Riq, what do you want to do?

Do you want to speak
at the funeral?

Honestly, Ma, I don't know.

I mean, what would I even say?

What could I say?

Baby, your father...

he was a complicated man.

Maybe it's better that you
not say anything at all.

Reverend Macedon
can give his blessing,

and that'll be that.

Yeah.

Okay, good. It's settled, then.

Um, I'll let Davis know.

Speaking of Davis, you didn't...

open up the day care again,
did you, 'Riq,

after I told you not to?

Ma, no, of course not.

Then how in the world
did you get the m...

How are your classes going?

Fine.

We're reading a book
called Great Expectations now.

I know that one. Well, go ahead.

Tell me about it.
What's it about?

Well, it's about this orphan
named Pip.

Ah.

Strap on your cup,
Special Agent Garza,

'cause I'm calling you up
to the big leagues.

I need a lead investigator

in the Tasha St. Patrick
queenpin case,

and you're my guy.

Yeah, I'm gonna respectfully
decline, Mr. Saxe.

This-this is the biggest case

High-profile,

drugs, murder, intrigue,
justice.

You got fired from this office

a little less
than two weeks ago.

Two days after that, a judge

signed a warrant
for your arrest,

and then somehow,
you managed to get a promotion?

Whatever you're up to
has nothing to do with justice.

Look, I know
you're straight-edge,

by the book,
unimpeachable character,

not a blemish in your record...

the opposite of me.

Donovan was my supervisor.

He was as good as they come.

What happened to him
on your watch...

you understand why I have
to say no.

Okay, listen.

I think about Jerry every day,

about his girls growing up
without their father.

I mean, his blood
is on my hands, I know.

Maybe I went too hard trying
to put the bad guys in jail,

and I have to live with that.

But Tasha's defense attorney
goes way too hard

keeping criminals
on the streets,

and if I'm gonna take on
Davis MacLean,

I need someone I can trust.

Ah, fuck. It's MacLean?

I know he fucked up
your chain of custody

in the Perez murder.

Took you months
to buy that back, didn't it?

Could've derailed your career.

Work with me.

I'll let you call the shots.

Everything aboveboard.
You have my word.

By the book?

By the book, I promise.

I hear you're a little behind.

Professor Reynolds
told you, right?

It's like he has it out for me.

I'll catch up, okay?

Tariq, it's okay
if you're struggling.

You're going through
a traumatic time right now.

No one expects you
to be perfect.

Professor Reynolds does.

Jabari isn't always great
at seeing the bigger picture.

But if you want to talk
about anything,

that's what I'm here for.

I don't need to talk
about anything.

I just need to get my work done
and get to class on time.

Oh, Tariq.

The pressure our culture
puts on young men,

specifically young black men,
to suppress their feelings

is incredibly toxic

and dangerous.

I mean, I'd love to provide you

with a safe space

where you can process anything,

maybe even see your dad
in a different light.

Professor Milgram,
may I please be excused?

I'm concerned
about Tariq St. Patrick.

Yeah, me too.

We're already two books in,

and he hasn't read
either of them.

You said he was motivated,
but I don't see it.

No, it's, um...

it's his father's funeral
tomorrow,

and he's not processing
his feelings at all.

Well, he's a black man
in America, Carrie.

He doesn't have time
to process his feelings.

Well, I agree, so, um...

some of the students and I
are holding a vigil tonight

for James St. Patrick.

No, you're not.

Yes, we are, in the quad.

What the fuck, Carrie?

The kid has enough heat on him
as it is.

Well, exactly.

All the students know who he is.

They're already talking
about it.

This is an opportunity
for him to address it.

This is a way for him to mourn,

to know he's not alone
at Stansfield.

It's a safe space
for him to talk.

Okay, when you gonna get it?

There's no such thing
as a safe space

for a kid like Tariq.

Do you know what this is?

This is another one of your
weird bullshit power trips,

a way for you to put
his grief on display

and project your pity onto him.

And what is a kid like Tariq?

Huh? You know how he feels?

Did you even ask him
what he wanted?

He said he didn't want to talk.

Exactly.

You need to actually listen
to people,

because we are not
always gonna conform

to your expectations

or whatever story
you're trying to tell yourself.

You mean like taking
a person's life

and publishing it
for the world to see?

You had no right.

I know that, and I am sorry.

Okay? But I cannot apologize

enough to satisfy you.

Did it ever occur to you

that I felt alone
without you, Carrie?

We should just...
keep this about Tariq.

Why'd you get me the job here

if you didn't want this
to happen?

Is Oliver here?

I don't care. Do you?

And then we had sex
in his office.

If you're gonna say that you

thought it was gonna
be different this time,

I'm gonna throw myself
into traffic.

No. God, no. I...

Carrie, we talked about this.

I mean, what did you think
was gonna happen

when you helped him get the job?

I don't know.

I...

I mean, I-I-I didn't expect him
to be in my department.

He was hired
in the lit department,

and then Brannon retired,

and the-the Canonical spot
opened up.

I...

I guess I-I-I expected
he'd moved on,

and we could be adults about it.

A-and why would you think
he's moved on if you haven't?

Because I thought I had.

How can you explain
the intense connection?

What if he's my person?

Okay, stop it,

because now you're being
the girl he put in the novel.

I know.

How can I fix this?

Besides working the steps?

As your sponsor,

I say stay away from him
as much as possible.

When you have to be with him,
only talk about work.

Avoid being close.

Never be alone together...

and never close the door.

Sex and love addiction,

it might be cute
in your 20s, Carrie,

but is this really

what you want the rest
of your life to look like?

Man, this is so much better
than the food at school.

Thank you again.

Sure I can't get you a drink?

Nah, I'm-I'm fine. Thank you.

Pour me up, Auntie.

Ain't like I'm playing
this week.

Yeah, but your ass better be
back on that court soon.

Oh, I will.
Tariq's making sure of that.

Smartest nigga I know.

What are you studying?

Right now,
I'm in Canonical Studies.

It's a special class, mostly,
like, literature, though.

And I got this little art class
on the side.

- What kind of art?
- Just drawing, I guess.

It was the last thing
I could put in my schedule,

so I just did it.

Who's that?

I look like Miss Cleo?

Cane, see who that is.

All right.

Surprise!

Ah, shit. Uncle Frank!

How you doing?

- 'Sup, man?
- Good.

Damn, Cane, look at you!

You're built
like a motherfucker,

just like your pops.

What you doing here, Frank?

I thought you still had
a couple years.

I got out early.

On what?

'Cause I know
it wasn't good behavior.

What's up, Dru? Zeke?

I know you?

He's Zeke's roommate
from school.

Hey, Uncle Frank.

Wow, look who grew up.

Princess Diana.

Hmm, you really filled out, huh?

What do you want, Frank?

I just need a little help, Mo.

Lorenzo said to hit you up.
He promised me.

See, that's a lie,

'cause Lorenzo ain't promise
nobody shit.

You need to go.

Oh, shit, ain't you the one
always spouting "family first"?

They don't know me
out in these streets no more.

And I know Lorenzo's
got you running things...

Okay, dinner's over.

Diana, get the plates.

Now!

Zeke, you been drinking.
You should spend the night.

Cane, take Tariq back to school.

Uh, Ma, I can take him.

I said what I said.

Dru, take Frank for a drink.

Talk this out.

Yes, ma'am.

Mo, come on.

Come on, Frank.

Get out.
You and me gonna have to talk.

Whatever happens in our house,
it stays in our house.

You hear me, nigga?

You don't gotta try
to scare me, Cane.

I'm cool, a'ight?

Nigga, I don't fucking know you.

You seem kind of hot to me.

Not as hot as your Uncle Frank.

Hey, don't you come out
your mouth about my family,

all right?

Uncle Frank's
been around for a minute.

Your Uncle Frank's
a fucking rat.

The fuck you say?

What, nigga, you ain't notice?

How you think he got out early,

coming in all unannounced
and shit,

urgent, smiling
in everybody's face?

Nigga, has he ever been
that excited to see you before?

Plus, you ain't ever heard
of a parole hearing?

That shit takes months.

If Frank was that close
with your pops,

then your pops would've known
and told Monet.

But, you know, rats get out
quick and quiet

before anyone even notices.

You should know that.

Shit, nigga.

Exactly, man.
I ain't trying to have

no beef with y'all, a'ight?

Stansfield got me keeping
Zeke in school

so he could play ball,
and that's what Monet wants.

Me and you,
we on the same team, nigga.

We got the same goal.

I don't want Zeke's family
getting hurt,

'cause if y'all get hurt,
I get hurt.

You can tell your mom
she don't got shit

to worry about when it comes
to me, a'ight?

Now, let's go.

Another pillar of our community

crushed under the weight
of opportunity.

Black male eyes
set on our future ahead.

One shot, pop.

Now that future dead,
assassinated...

You shouldn't be doing this.

You showed up.

Not for you. Is he here?

Dude, that's fucked up.
Delete that shit.

- What's your problem?
- Get-get the fuck out of here.

Hey, Tariq.
Glad you could make it.

Your father was
a very impressive man.

Tariq!

There's still time to say
something about your dad

if you want.

Hey. Hey, Tariq.

You okay?

Yeah, bro, let's go
to that party

you was telling me about.

Fuck yeah, dude. Let's go.

Get the fuck out of here.

So what do you think
we should do about Frank?

Well, family first, right?

That's what you taught us.

So shouldn't we just give him
benefit of the doubt?

There's a difference
between family and blood, D.

Not everyone can be trusted.

Or did you think about why
he got out so early

and your dad ain't tell us?

No, but how do we find out?
We can't just ask him.

I can't.

He might tell you, though.

Did you see the way
he was looking at you?

That look means
you have power over him.

And I want you to be able
to see what these signs are,

'cause if he's useful to us,

you gotta use
any tool at your disposal.

Okay, but how do you know
he's hiding something?

Well, think about it.

There's only one way
someone gets out that quick

with no one knowing about it.

You take care of that?

Yup. Zeke was right.

Kid's smart.

- He said Uncle Frank was...
- A snitch.

- Tariq said that?
- Mm-hmm.

So who do you think
he snitched on?

Doesn't matter.

A snitch is a snitch.

Cane'll handle it.

But first, what else Tariq say?

Zeke.

Boy, wake up.

Tariq.

Did you ask him here tonight,
or did he ask you?

He wanted to come.
What's it matter?

I need to know everything
you know about that kid.

You hear me?

I don't know anything about him.

Well, you better learn.

Coming to you live
from Kappa Lambda Kappa.

Ooh, what do we have over here?

A pack of wild thots
in their natural habitat.

And, oh, shit, an ice luge!

Classic choice.

Now, the way
an ice luge works is,

you put the alcohol at the top
so it rushes down,

and the person at the bottom
gets mouth herpes.

Hey, losers.

Y'all at home
jerking off to Skidmarks here?

Why don't you put down
your cell phones

and get yourself
a real girlfriend?

You ruined
my fucking story, okay?

And also, Mom told you not to
fucking call me that anymore.

Yo, sorry,
you-you gotta leave, Skids.

And your boyfriend too.
No Skidmarks allowed.

Yo, I'm serious.
Shut the fuck up.

Oh, you're serious.
Well, so am I.

Yo, Chase, we, uh... we don't
let Skidmarks in here, right?

No, Trace. We do not.

Oh, shit.

Hey, hey.
You're that St. Patrick kid.

Yeah, I heard you went here.

Dude, his dad was, like,
that nightclub politician guy

who got killed by his mom.

Dude, you're, like, famous.

You guys should stay.
You're chill.

Oh, shit. What's up, Scott?

Don't you have anything

we can actually have fun with,
Macklemore?

No, man. I'm all out.

You're always fucking out, bro.

Dude, I told you.

We could make fucking bank here.

Turn that music off right now.

You guys hear that?

Everybody out.

We're coming in
to shut this down.

Yo, this is my house.

You can't come in
without a warrant.

This house belongs
to the university,

and it's leased by the
Kappa Lambda Kappa fraternity.

Dude, you're not even
a real cop.

Don't call me dude.
Please, just step aside.

Hey, what the fuck do you think
you're doing?

- Do you even know who I am?
- Don't touch me.

All right, you're done.

Oh, man.

Hands behind your back.

Everybody out. Party's over.

Hey, um, I'm sorry about that.

My brother's a fucking idiot.

I'm Brayden,
and that's Trace... Weston.

Shit.
Weston, like the auditorium?

Yeah, and the swimming pool.

Sorry, man. I didn't realize.

No, it's-it's all good.

Can you let my brother go now?

He's a Weston. Let him go.

Let's fucking party!

Well, then switch a damn shift

so that you're on that schedule.

I need you to get me
a morning-after pill in here

motherfucking pronto.

Yo, who the fuck you think
you're talking to?

You seem to have forgotten
how this works, Jones.

Wait, whose fucking dick
you been riding in here?

Get me that pill
in the next 56 hours,

or I'ma turn this whole block
against your ass.

And yet, Mr. MacLean,
your papers allege

some sort
of prosecutorial misconduct

on the part of
the US Attorney's Office.

Yes, Mr. Saxe used

the New York
District Attorney's Office

to trap my client

into a baseless queenpin charge.

Whoa, whoa, I didn't use

the district attorney
to do anything.

Your Honor, if we put
Ms. Genevieve Sullivan

from the District Attorney's
Office under oath...

- He's gotta be kidding.
- I'm not.

I want an explanation
as to why you came

to a state plea allocution

with a federal arrest warrant
in your pocket.

He's Captain Ahab with
the white whale, Your Honor.

He was never able to get
James St. Patrick,

so he staged
that ridiculous circus

to turn this
into a federal case.

Th-that's not
prosecutorial misconduct.

It's prosecutorial discretion.

If you had any discretion,
Saxe, we might entertain that.

All right, how soon
can I hear from Ms. Sullivan?

I'll get her here.

Do it.

We'll reconvene this afternoon.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Your Honor.

We miss you, baby girl.

I am so glad that you're not
alone anymore.

Ah.

Now, this is quite a production.

Tariq, how could you have paid
for something like this

when you know that Yas and I
are only scraping by?

Grandma,
I didn't do any of this.

I don't even know
who any of these people are.

He was a bright light
extinguished far too soon.

What the Lord has brought us to,

the Lord will take us through.

May God bless us all
in our grief.

Thank you, Reverend.

Yes, thank you, Reverend.

We're all so very blessed

to have each other to lean on.

- Simon.
- Mr. Tate.

Ah. Good to see you, my sister.

So good to see you.

I just came from the MCC.

Your mother's gonna deliver
the eulogy,

so you're off the hook.

Why would she do that?

It's our one chance
for the public

to hear her speak
without provoking a gag order

or being cross-examined
on the stand.

Besides, she wants to do it,

and she's ready.

She's here.

Mommy!

Oh, wait a minute.
Motherfuckers.

What are you doing?
You can't put those on her.

Look, she cannot deliver
the eulogy in shackles, okay?

It's entirely the wrong image.

Tasha, you can't stand up
like this.

- But what about what we...
- No talking, inmate.

Oh, were you gonna
have her poison the jury pool

with some hard-luck tale
about her husband?

Guess you can't do that now,
huh?

- Fuck you, Saxe.
- Oh, okay.

Wonder if we could find
someone else

who'd be willing
to say something.

God, you know,
I feel like we could

probably find someone.

Oh, Rashad.

Of course.

I'd be more than glad

to share a few kind words
for our fallen friend.

I'm gonna do it.

I want to do it, okay, Ma?
I got this.

What are you going to say?

Hey, Tariq.

I'm your father's Uncle Gabe.

Just wanted to pay my respects.

You remind me of him
so much, you know?

I don't even look like him.

No, no, no, but...

well, you're bright...

I can tell... just like he was.

He had a good heart.

For a time there,
we thought we might lose him

to the streets, you know.

Your grandfather used to say

that you go down that road,

there's only two ways
you're gonna end up:

either dead or in jail.

Well, everybody's got to go
eventually, right?

But he-he turned it around.

Noble, yeah.

Made us all proud,

just like I'm sure
you're gonna make him.

Am I right?

Yes, sir.

Good.

Nice work.

Almost seemed like
you enjoyed that.

Fuck Davis MacLean.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, but, Steve,

I need to ask you
about Jenny Sullivan

- from the DA's Office.
- Oh, shh, shh, shh.

It's starting.

Nice work.

Life's trials

can be so mysterious.

The St. Patrick family
knows that.

James came to me
in his darkest hour

with one desire:

to be a better man.

God alone knows
whether we ever achieve that,

so it is in faith
that we send James off

with loving tribute
from those he left behind.

Everyone has
their own expectations

of what I should say right now.

Some people want me
to stand here

and call my father a criminal,

a horrible person and a man

who didn't care
about his family.

Others want me
to stand here and say

that he was a symbol of hope

and possibility.

But to be honest, the truth is
way more complicated than that,

'cause my father,
he was a complicated man.

He saw his family
as a reflection of himself,

and he always did what
he thought was best for us.

And although I didn't...

agree with all of his choices,

I will say that I learned a lot

about how I want to live
my own life.

He taught me lessons about...

knowing who to trust,

thinking ahead...

and finding a better way
to do just about anything.

I really thought I knew my dad.

But the truth is,
you never really know a man like him.

Somehow, I'm learning
more about him now

than I ever did
when he was alive.

So I really don't know much.

But what I do know is that...

he wanted to give me the life
that he could never have.

And I'm the manifestation
of what he could never be.

- Inmate! Inmate!
- I need currency:

a morning-after pill
for another inmate.

I said no talking, bitch.

Let's go.

Get off of me!

He did a good job.

Would've been better
if it was Tasha.

You understand, Ms. Sullivan,
you are under oath?

Yes, but, Your Honor,
I still don't understand

how my testimony is relevant
to the federal charges

facing Tasha Green St. Patrick.

Humor me, hmm? Mr. MacLean.

Yes. Just a few questions.

Ms. Sullivan,
when my client told you

the name of her accomplice,
Tommy Egan,

did you know who he was?

No.

I did a background check

and saw he was a bad actor,
for sure,

but I did not know of him.

Did you share this information

about the name
of my client's accomplice

with anyone
outside of your office?

Reminding you
you are under oath.

I told my boss, sir.

I believe he might have
mentioned the name

to Steven Ott from the DNC.

And did Mr. Ott ask you
to vacate the plea agreement

you had with my client,

the same agreement
you and I put in writing?

No, he did not.

He told me to proceed

and to inquire as to why
Tommy Egan would've killed

James St. Patrick
for his estranged wife.

And did you know
that that would result

in a federal charge
against my client?

No, but when I saw
Mr. Saxe showed up

and had an arrest warrant,

I knew both you and I
had been set up, Mr. MacLean.

It was a jurisdictional grab
all along.

- Your Honor.
- If this was

a legitimate charge
against your client,

they could've let us prove
the murder charge

and then proceeded
with any predicate crime

already proven in state court,

but Mr. Saxe pressured me
to offer a deal,

only to blow it up

and take the defendant
right out from under me.

Thank you, Ms. Sullivan.

Mr. Saxe, do you want
to cross-examine?

Uh... no.

Do you want to explain yourself?

Your Honor, I didn't know
Mr. Ott was in communication

with Ms. Sullivan,
but even if I admit

that the chain of events
is odd...

More than odd, sir,

especially the part
about you forcing a deal

just to break it wide open.

Yes, Your Honor,
but I can justify

federalizing this case.

I believe Tasha St. Patrick
is a queenpin.

He has no proof.

I do.

I'd like to call a rebuttal
witness, Your Honor...

...Sergeant Blanca Rodriguez.

Sergeant Rodriguez,
did we investigate

the St. Patrick family together?

Yes, and their associate,
Tommy Egan.

Would you confine your
answers to yes or no, please?

Yes.

Did Tasha St. Patrick
have reason to believe

that Terry Silver
might testify against her,

against her husband,

or against their friend
Tommy Egan?

I don't know what he knew
about Tasha.

Just yes or no.

Yes, she thought
he had information.

And when Mr. Silver
went missing,

did Tasha St. Patrick
lead us to the body...

She told us where to look?

Yes, but that's not
the whole story.

Just yes or no.

Yes.

She knew where to find the body.

But she did not commit
that murder.

She's not physically capable.

Mm, okay.

So she had motive,

she knew the location
of that body,

and she wasn't capable
of doing it herself.

So is it reasonable to assume
that she was involved,

possible to conclude that maybe
she ordered the hit

to shut him up?

- Yes, but...
- That's all, Your Honor.

Your Honor, I believe

Sergeant Rodriguez
has more to say.

And she will, at trial,

but this is more than enough
to indicate, Mr. MacLean,

that there is some meat
on the bone here

for Mr. Saxe's case.

I'm going to deny
your motion to dismiss.

Ha.

I mean thank you, Your Honor.

But you, Mr. Saxe...

from now on, I want everything
by the book.

You're excused,
Sergeant Rodriguez.

We're done here.

When this goes to trial,
you make sure I testify.

Tasha is no queenpin,

and Saxe is dirty as fuck.

Oh, what's up?

Um, Zeke's not here.

I know.

Cane said you knew
my Uncle Frank was a snitch.

I wanted to ask you how.

What, Monet send you?

Nah. I was impressed.

You got game.

You know, when you know
what you're looking for,

people are easier to read
than a fucking PDF.

That's
a college-ass joke, nigga.

No, but, um...
can I ask you something?

What's up?

You have a way
of talking to your father?

Why?

Do you think he could get
something to my mom inside?

I'ma need you
to hide it in a book.

- Where you been?
- Stansfield.

And I know something you don't.

Tariq's mom
needs a friend inside.

He asked if I can get her
a morning-after pill.

Hmm.

I can work with that.

Lights out, ladies.

Hello?

Oh.

- Tariq, how did you do this?
- Ma?

Baby, what you did today...

I am so proud of you.

But I need to know,

how are you paying
for Davis, 'Riq?

Because I can't have you
out there,

getting yourself into trouble.

Ma, listen.

Remember how Ghost
always used to say

there's only two ways
drug dealers end up:

dead or in jail?

Well, I think I found
another way.

Shit.

Blue Label.

What do you want?

Cane'll be back soon.

Can't bring you a present

without getting
the third degree?

Snitch papers?

Frank Castillo
went missing today.

You know anything about that?

Well, shit, if he was a snitch,

it could've been anybody, right?

So why the fuck
do you let a snitch

come up in my crib
without warning?

These papers don't do shit
for me now.

Neither does
that bullshit bottle.

Hey, come on.
Why you gotta be like that?

Because you coming up
in my house,

telling me how you gonna give me

more than Lorenzo,
and you ain't protecting me.

I just found out.

You think I'd let that happen
if I knew?

Mo, I swear, I got you.

How can I prove it to you?

Fine.

I'll give you a chance
to redeem yourself.

What can you find out for me

on a kid named
Tariq St. Patrick?

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