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Previously on Ghost...

This is a mock trial,
a dress rehearsal.

So you reached out to Tommy
because you had all the power?

It's not true.

I'm trouble in court, Tariq.

Just give Davis
whatever he wants.

Did James tell you
that his former attorney,

Terry Silver, was sleeping
with his wife, Tasha?

- Saxe.
- I'm afraid he di...

Before you answer that,
if you say yes,

we can arrest him for murder.

Now that you mention it,
I remember now.

You make sure I testify.

Tasha is no queenpin,
and Saxe is dirty as fuck.

Don't make this
about you and me.

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

If he's gonna take over
for me, he needs to learn.

He's not built
like Cane and Diana.

Why does it have to be Dru?

Cane, I want you to go

with your brother
and watch his back.

It's like they want the cops

all up in their business.

Fuck these little niggas.

Papi, can you do me a favor?

I told you, girl,
my house, my rules!

Did you do what I asked?

Yeah, I put the phone
and the pill in her cell.

I think she gave it away.

Would you look at that?

We could make a killing here.

All I need is a supplier.

If I agree to work with you,

you cannot live with Zeke.

Does that mean we have a deal?

Your son is fine.

Make sure he does what we say.

If you don't, Tariq dies.

Rule number one,

always pay the exact amount
discussed.

- Yep.
- Rule number two,

make sure shit's on time.

Kids at Stansfield got money,

so if you come up short,
that's on you.

No problem.

- Rule number three...
- Always pay in cash.

That's right.

You do those,
won't be no problems.

I hate problems.

I understand.

Hi, I'm here to see Mr. Stern.

Mr. Stern is waiting for you.

Thank you.

Tariq St. Patrick.

Nice waves.

I'm getting seasick
just looking at you.

Thank you. I appreciate it.

But I'm here to speak
to Mr. Stern.

Uh, I'm Stern.

Well, Kamal-Stern. I hyphenate.

First name's Sebastian,
but you can call me Bash.

Simon and I just got married,

and everything
with my husband's name on it

must be as phenomenal
and amazing as he is.

So let's hear what you got.

Well, these days,
you know the name of the game

is convenience.

Whatever anyone is ordering,

whether it be a ride,
clothes, a meal,

they want it to arrive
to their door instantly, right?

I want to do the same
with tutoring.

It'll be run through an app
called CourseCorrect.

I think it's brilliant.

Selling papers to the dumbs

is a tried and true tradition
of the Ivy League.

Well, no,
I'm not selling papers.

I'm tutoring, like I said.

Uh-huh, sure.

Now, let's talk aesthetics.

- I could help.
- You code?

I can't be summed up
by any one word.

Coder, tastemaker, producer.

Opportunist.

Depends on the opportunity.

Well, I need all
my app payouts in cash.

No wire transfers,
no direct deposits.

Uh-uh, Simon will want a record.

And what would you want?

How 'bout three percent
of all profit?

Fifteen of gross revenue.

Three percent is already a lot.

So am I.

Okay.

How 'bout five percent?

And neither of us
tells Stern about this.

Tell him what?

Yes, Ma?

Tariq, we need to talk.

Listen to me,
whatever you're doing,

I need you to stop
and go get a piece

to protect yourself.

Ma, I'm having enough problems
getting in and out

of these university buildings
without one.

I don't need one.

Tariq, I'm not stupid, okay?

I know you're selling out there
to pay for Davis.

You need to tell me
who you're dealing with.

Look, Ma, I'm doing
what I need to do

to get you out, all right?

It doesn't matter
what I'm doing.

You don't need to know.
Just know it's all good.

It's not all good.

You need to go get a gun
right now.

Where the hell
am I gonna get a gun?

Anyone I could ask
right now is gone.

Kanan, Dre, Tommy...

Dad.

Okay.

Look, Ghost and Tommy
used to have these dead drops

all over the city in case
they ever had to cut and run.

Now, Tommy might
have cleared them out,

but if he didn't,
there should still be a gun

in one of those spots.

I'll send you the address
right now.

Fifteen minutes
to lunch, bitches!

Look, I gotta go.

Please do this right away.

Machiavelli's The Prince

is all about inheritance.

It's about taking over a kingdom

that was once occupied
by a great ruler

and making it even greater.

It's about war, betrayal,

alliances.

Now, the single most
important lesson

you will learn from The Prince,

if you're going to strike out
at an enemy,

destroy them totally
and all at once.

And that's the perfect
segue for our announcement.

Uh, Professor Milgram, please.

It's that time of year again.

The coveted Canonical Studies
Fellowship program

is now open for application.

Whoo!
That's what I'm talking 'bout!

The winning student will receive

an all-expenses-paid stay
in Washington, D.C.

for a prestigious internship.

Don't your man Malcolm
stay in D.C.?

Ha, you better shoot
your shot, bitch.

Past winners
have gone on to become...

So your man in D.C., huh?

You gonna apply?

- I don't know.
- And the cherry on top

the internship counts
for Stansfield course credit,

conferring upon the recipient

the option for early graduation
of three years instead of four.

Quite remarkable.

Very good. Class dismissed.

Who wants to leave
college early?

That's what I'm saying.

- Um, Professor Reynolds.
- Yes?

I wanted to know,
what is it exactly

that you're looking for
in a fellow?

Well, we're looking
for academic excellence,

someone who can represent
Stansfield properly,

and a good mix of outside
activities and interests.

You know, I think you should
definitely apply, Lauren.

Is it possible for us
to discuss this more,

like, maybe over dinner?

Uh, yeah.

W-were you thinking
off-campus or...

Yeah, yeah,
at my parents' house.

Yes, yes. At your parents'.

- Of course, yes.
- Great, great.

I know they'll have tons of
questions about the fellowship.

And they're big fans
of your writing.

Well, if that's the case,
then I think you should

invite Professor Milgram,
to ensure fairness.

Okay.

You should also invite
another student for optics.

I'll go. For optics.

Lovely.

It's a date.

It's a date.

You know you done
fucked up, right?

Thanks to y'all,
the block is hot.

Police are all over the streets.

And for what?

Y'all some cloud chasing
motherfuckers.

It's one thing to act
a fool on your own time,

but to let that shit
affect my business is another.

We're cutting your supply.

Starting right now.

Y'all just trying to punish us
for doing things our way.

Your way?

Oh, nigga, you thought
you was a leader?

'Cause I ain't seen one
in GTG since your pops died.

So fall the fuck in line,

or I'll reunite y'all asses
my goddamn self.

Puta.

Que?

What's up?

I wanna hear you say it
to my fucking face, pendejo.

Puta.

You sure?

Puta!

Damn.

You beat the brakes
off that nigga.

Ain't that what you wanted?

I can always depend on you.

Yeah.

Man, you know Scott
ain't about to do shit to you.

Did you hear me?

Scott's asking around about
who was dealing on his turf.

Says he's gonna beat their ass.
I'm the ass, Tariq.

Scott doesn't even know
you're the competition.

And on top of that, we got
bigger shit to worry about.

We about to open shop.

Trap. Trap.

Trap, trap!

Is there any way
you could be cool about this?

We gonna do this shit
like we did at Choate?

Nah, we're on some new shit.
Next level.

There's gotta be
truth to the lie.

Some people are gonna actually
want to be tutored,

so we gotta have students
who could school kids

and sling drugs.

Financial aid students.

They're smart
and need the money.

Perfect.

And you, all you gotta do

is use your people skills
to recruit.

We gotta walk before we run,

so we gonna start with
our little referral system.

What's up?

You need additional tutoring?

Do I look dumb to you?

Oh, shit! It's fucking lit.

All right, bet!

Get out some freebies
and then we let

the word of mouth do the rest.

But how does the app even work?

I mean, it's simple.
Math is weed.

Econ for uppers.

Chemistry for downers.

Cool, but how do we know
who wants drugs

and who actually wants tutoring?

See, the people that want drugs,

they'll order
the premium package.

Each order will come
with a real study guide,

so we can cover our bases.

Dude, you're a genius.

I mean, you can get weed
delivered on the West Coast,

but this...

Nah, this a Stansfield exclusive

right here.

Let's fuck up some commas.

We could do this
all over the city.

We got a problem?

What am I paying you for?

'Cause from what I heard,
you're playing make believe,

spending my money
on a fake-ass trial.

Okay, look.

The mock trial
was an experiment.

Now we know not to put
your mom on the stand ever.

Why hasn't
your genius legal team

thought to put me on the stand?

I could just tell 'em
that she wasn't the queenpin.

You're her son.

The jury knows any good son

will lie for his mother.

Now, see, the spotlight's
been on Tasha.

We're moving it over to Saxe.

We expose his malfeasance.

He gets thrown off the case.

Worst case,
we're back to the locals.

Best case,
the whole thing goes away.

Guess I gotta trust you.

Yeah, that would be
in your best interest.

If y'all gonna swing at Saxe,
make sure y'all don't miss.

I never miss.

Where do you think
he's getting this?

Do you think
he's into something?

He's emotionally closed off,

he was raised
by two pathological liars,

and he's paying in cash.
Come on now.

If Tariq were part of
some criminal enterprise,

the money would probably
be wired from some shady LLC.

We don't need to know, Paula.

It's not our job to care.

Huh?

Who? Ah.

It's for you.

You keep staring at the bitch,

she gonna come over here
and do more than stare.

Somebody in here is watching me.

I think it's her.

Sounds like a you problem.

To ask a sitting U.S. Attorney

to step off his own prosecution,

Mr. MacLean,
that's an extraordinary step.

Well, these are extraordinary
circumstances, Your Honor.

Mr. Saxe has
a well-documented bias

against my client
and her family.

- What? How so?
- He was part of an attempt

by the U.S. Attorney's office

to frame James St. Patrick
in the murder of Greg Knox.

Yes, I was part
of that prosecution,

but I was manipulated
by Mike Sandoval

like the rest of my office.

In addition,
during his most recent attempt

to prosecute James St. Patrick,

Mr. Saxe followed my client's
minor son to school

and tried to speak to him,
ex parte

and without his parents.

Is that true?

Well, I... I can explain,
Your Honor.

He went to
my client's apartment,

threatened Tasha and her son
with prosecution

if they didn't offer evidence
against St. Patrick.

They didn't, Your Honor,
and here we are.

Are Mr. MacLean's
allegations true?

W... should I be punished
for being a zealous prosecutor?

Zealots use justification
to break the law.

I think I will allow

Mr. MacLean to present
his witnesses.

Mr. Saxe, if you are
too close to this case

or if it is
politically motivated,

I will ask you
to recuse yourself.

Ma shut GTG out the business.

Shut them all the way
the fuck down.

She didn't have a choice.
Them niggas is wildin'.

Yeah, but now who's
gonna replace 'em?

We still need
that product moved.

I hear y'all in here talking.

Well, you might as well know,

we have a new business partner.

Who?

Tariq St. Patrick.

- What?
- What the fuck you mean?

We working with that
bougie motherfucker?

Well, the kids at Stansfield
got a lot of money.

If it works, it works.

If not...

Dru, what you think?

There's nothing to think about.

Linking with this
Stansfield motherfucker

don't make no type of sense.

Yo, I'm talking to your brother!

Uh, I don't know.
Kid's mad smart.

Seems like he knows
what he's doing.

Diana, what's the next move?
What you think?

I think you should find out

exactly how Tariq moves weight
at the school.

All right, Dru, you go up there

and see what's good
with Tariq's operation.

Nah, I'll go up there.

I'll get him to tell me
how he does it.

Yeah, Ma, why don't
you send Diana?

- She wants to go anyway.
- Let me go.

I'll get the little nigga
to talk.

They ain't letting you
on no campus, boy.

Look at you.

You ain't in nobody's
Ivy League.

Dru, get going.

All right.

And as for you, Diana,

can't trust your sneaky ass

after what you pulled
with your father the other day.

Thought you were slick
with that burner.

Thought your daddy
wouldn't tell me.

Well, for that,
give me that real phone.

Ma, I already said I was sorry.

Give it to me.

Cold world.

Ma, we was better off with Guap.

We can control him.

I can control anybody.

When you know
what someone wants,

you give it to 'em
or you take it away.

You made this decision
without me.

We supposed to be a team.

See, Cane, that's your problem.

With teams, different people
play different positions.

You're not a decision maker.

What you did with Guap,
that's what you do best.

That's your lane. Stay in it.

- Dru.
- What's good?

What are you doing here?

Okay, now I see why you agreed
to move out of Zeke's room.

This shit's real nice.

Hey, man, I brought you
some product.

Man, I don't need no fucking
delivery service, all right?

Last thing I need is you
getting caught on campus

with weight
in your fucking bookbag.

Monet sent you over here
to spy on me, didn't she?

All right, whiz kid,
you just show me

how you do your business,
we can make this quick.

Well, actually,
I gotta get to class, so...

Dude, they ran out of chocolate.

I know you like chocolate,
but I got you

the strawberry one,

which is just as bomb,
if not better.

Who's the new kid?

Is he the plug?

No, this is Dru.
He's Zeke's cousin.

And we're actually
on the way out.

So later. Come on.

Wait, but, I...
Dude, I got us ice cream.

'Riq, it's gonna melt!

I ain't gonna lie,
you about to be hella bored

watching me draw stick figures
and shit all day.

So I think you should just tell
Monet that I was a little busy.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Tariq.

Don't be rude.
Invite your friend to join us.

This is an inclusive space.

I'm Professor Deva,
like the deity.

- Who are you?
- I'm Dru.

Come on. Let's get started.

Today's theme,
making the foreign familiar.

Pair up with someone
you don't know

and get those pencils moving.

Tariq, sit here.

Let your friend
find the foreign.

Okay. All right, everybody...

Let's take out those pencils.

Let's get inspired.

You got a partner?

I don't.

I guess that's you.

I'm gonna warn you right now.

Eating and playing basketball.

I... I suck at drawing.

Oh, man, everybody can draw.

Just takes a little bit
of practice, that's all.

- I'll show you.
- Oh, that's beautiful.

Okay.

Yeah, yes, John,
I know it's protocol,

but did you tell him
you made me pursue this case?

John?

John.

Fucking fuck.

- John Mak?
- Yeah.

Just telling me
that Davis MacLean

sent his recusal motion to
the Attorney fucking General,

my boss.

Just tell me you found something

in St. Patrick's finances
and how the hell

they're paying Davis
to hang me out to dry.

James St. Patrick's attorney,
Daniel Warren, stonewalled me.

Fuck.

See, the-the key is to find out

how Tariq is paying Davis.

- Maybe if we tail.
- Whoa.

You mean tail the kid
who's still a minor?

- It...
- No, you promised me

that this would be by the book.

- Yeah?
- U.S. Attorney Cooper Saxe?

- Yeah.
- We brought your niece.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Riley, what have you done now?

I see it runs in the family.

We caught this young lady

buying over two ounces
of marijuana in Central Park.

It's a plant, idiot.

Maybe if you tried it sometime,
you'd realize that going home

to jack off onto
your frozen TV dinner

while 2 Fast 2 Furious plays
isn't the American dream.

Riley, Riley, Riley, enough.

I appreciate you guys
bringing her to me.

If you weren't a U.S. Attorney,

your mouthy niece would be
in Rikers Island right now.

But we are gonna charge her
for possession.

I'm so sorry.

Could-could you excuse us,
please?

I'm gonna... I'm gonna
hand her her ass here.

Get in here.

Riley, you can't keep
doing this, okay?

You're almost 18,
and now I'm a public figure.

Do you understand
what would happen

if the press
got ahold of this, huh?

I'm sure you expect me to bail
you out at your hearing, right?

My dealer was out of town,

and I'm having a party
this weekend.

What was I supposed to do,
not smoke?

Yes! Yes.

Y-you know what, fuck this.

I'm telling your moms.

No, no, no, no, no.
You can't do that.

Courtney's going to flip out,
cut me off,

and then write an article
about it on her blog.

- I hope so.
- Lacey's going to

take my phone away

and-and ground me
for an entire year.

Could you stop calling them
by their first names?

I'll do whatever you want.

I'll mow your lawn.

I'll trim your dead ends again.

I'll try to get them to stop
calling you "Nancy."

Whatever you want.

Actually, you know what?

There is something
you can do for me.

I knew you were cool.

God damn.

You're amazing at this.

You got an Insta for your art
or something?

It's a private page.

I just track my progress
with it.

Let me follow you.

Can't keep a gift like that
all to yourself.

Sergeant Rodriguez,

when the U.S. Attorney
called you

to take the stand to impugn
the character of my client,

- did you have more to say?
- I did.

Why do you think he wouldn't
let you finish your answers?

Because my testimony
would have drawn

a more accurate picture
of his conduct,

and he wants everyone
to think he's clean now.

Objection. Characterization.

Uh, come on, Mr. Saxe.

Okay, how was he not,
to use your word, clean?

Let me give you an example.

After your client
accurately pointed us

towards Terry Silver,
I took Saxe...

the U.S. Attorney,
with me to the scene.

He stole the decedent's phone
from the location,

pocketing it for later use.

Objection, Your Honor.
Any charges against me

for that alleged chain of
custody violation were dropped.

That doesn't mean
you didn't do it.

He later took the phone
and planted it

at James St. Patrick's
hotel room.

Again, Your Honor,
I want these allegations

stricken from the record,
unless Sergeant Rodriguez

witnessed me committing
these acts with her own eyes.

Did you, Sergeant Rodriguez?

No.

Then let's move on, Mr. MacLean.

We will strike those questions
from the record.

In moving forward,
let's confine the questions

to incidents the witness
actually saw.

Yes, Your Honor.

Who is Elisa Marie Proctor?

Elisa Marie is the daughter
of the late Joseph Proctor

and Lindsay Proctor.

Saxe cultivated
the late Mrs. Proctor

as a witness and, through her,

planted a bug on
a minor child's backpack

in order to listen in on
Joseph Proctor's conversations.

He had no warrant for this bug,

which I found in his office
after Lindsay Proctor died.

Ah, I see.

A warrantless listening device
on a minor child.

I don't remember that chapter
in law school.

And that's not the worst thing
you saw him do, is it?

In your report, you mentioned
Councilman Rashad Tate?

Yes, Saxe pressured Tate to lie
in order to establish motive

for James St. Patrick
to kill Terry Silver.

I saw Tate's story
change before my eyes,

as Saxe fed him lie after lie.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

Sergeant Rodriguez,
when I allegedly

coerced Councilman Tate
to, uh, lie,

did you stop me?

I tried.

Ah, sure. Then you failed.

In fact, you took
Tate's sworn affidavit

and used it to get
a search warrant.

If you were so concerned
about my conduct,

why did you cosign it

by presenting that evidence
to a judge?

You know why.

I wanted that warrant.
We both did.

You wanted to catch St. Patrick.

You know I did.

In fact, in order to get
an arrest warrant,

did you not obtain
a statement from Andre Coleman

establishing that he saw

James St. Patrick
kill Terry Silver?

Yes, I did.

Now, if I told you
that I had proof

that Coleman was across town
from Silver's garage

during the known time window
of the murder,

what would you say?

These are his cell records.

Maybe he remembered it wrong.

Or maybe he said what he knew
you wanted to hear.

Just like Tate did with me.

It's not our fault if a witness
chooses to lie, right, Blanca?

Especially when you
offer them WITSEC

and a chance to skate
on a murder.

That's not what happened!

No further questions.

Your Honor, my conduct with Tate

was standard police procedure,

as evidenced
by Sergeant Rodriguez

using the same tactics
with Andre Coleman.

You may be excused, Sergeant.

But as an officer of the court,

I would warn you that
a transcript of this proceeding

will be forwarded
to your supervisor.

Sergeant Rodriguez certainly
has an ax to grind with you,

Mr. Saxe.

Thank you.

But I still would like to hear
from Councilman Tate

on the exact nature
of your conversation.

Issue the subpoena.

I can't be involved
with this shit.

Make it go away.

That's precisely
what we're here to do.

You know we can't have
our esteemed future governor

embroiled in something
as salacious as this.

Cool.

I'll be on my way.

Uh, one thing.

Did you lie when you told
Sergeant Blanca Rodriguez

that James St. Patrick
had motive

to kill Terry Silver?

I, uh...

Hm.

Look, I know you gentlemen
don't want me to say

what I actually know to be true,

that James St. Patrick
was a murdering,

lying drug dealer,
who fucked all around town

and put hands on his wife.

Correct, we certainly
can't have you say any of that.

And so you won't.

Here is exactly what you're
gonna say on that stand.

You two don't seem
to understand.

I don't want to testify.

Oh, we understand.

And the DNC's
official position on that

is we don't give a shit.

Yo, can't talk right now.

Dude, I need more.
Like, way more.

More, what do you mean?

The app, bro, it's blowing up.

Demand is high,
and our supply is all gone.

And the orders keep coming in.

How the fuck did this happen?
We're supposed to be low-key.

Yeah, but Stansfield's
trying to turn up.

We're in prime time, bro.
Why aren't you happy?

'Cause I don't have
enough product

to fill these orders, B.

And if we don't, the app
is gonna be grand opening,

grand closing.

Fuck. All right, I'm on my way.

- Tariq.
- What are you doing here?

I had to subpoena
Councilman Rashad Tate

to testify on your mom's behalf.

What? You can't trust him.

That information would have
been helpful earlier today.

I told you to stay
by your phone.

Why are you here?

Check or wire transfer.

We can't keep accepting cash
unless you can provide

paperwork showing
where it's coming from.

I thought lawyers liked cash.

This is a high-stakes case,
Tariq.

Your mother's freedom,
the future of our firm,

which I know you care
way less about,

but part of my job
is making sure

that neither of us
gets blindsided.

So I need to know
what's going on here,

and I need to know right now,

or I'm telling Davis
that we have to drop this case.

Look, I was stealing money,
all right?

That's why I wasn't
by the phone.

Whoa.

It wasn't a stickup
or anything like that.

It was my grandmother.

She's the only one
that's getting paid

from my father's will.

I know where she keeps
the money,

and I went to go take some.

I didn't want to do it, but I
just want my mom to come home.

We can help you, Tariq.

I can help you.

Nobody can help me.

I have to take this.

Bye, Paula.

Bash, I was actually
just about to call you.

Yes, congratulations,
Steve Jobs.

The app's shattering
projections.

Or does that make me Steve Jobs?

About that deal we agreed to,

I actually need
half the money in cash

and the rest wired.

I still get 15 percent, right?

Fifteen percent? Are you dumb?

That's not what we agreed to.

You sound like
you need me right now.

You do need me right now, right?

All right, fine.

Ooh, it feels nice to be needed.

Okay.

I see they set you up when
you're on the basketball team.

I'm on honor roll.

This is for niggas who get As.

In that case,
you might wanna drop

that art class, 'cause, uh...

Oh, Picasso got jokes.

For real, I might want you
to draw my next tattoo.

You're an artist.

What you think?

I mean, wow, that's...

That's a lot going on.

Look at this one.

This is gonna be
my number someday.

Like Kobe.

You mean it's not
your number now?

Nuh-uh, my asshole teammate,
Connor, stole it.

Tried to make me pay him for it.

Oh, shit.

And look at this.

Championship trophy.

You shooting for the stars, huh?

You just make sure
you keep winning,

otherwise I'm gonna have
to cover this one up for you.

I always win.

Fuck.

Hold on, hold on.
It could be my mom.

- All right, mama's boy.
- Shut up, shut up, shut up.

Fuck, I'm gonna have to...
I'm gonna have to take this.

Just, you stay right here,
all right?

Hurry up.

Fuck.

Diana, get down here now!

- What is it now?
- Your brother's calling.

I send Dru to find shit out,

and your phone is ringing
and mine isn't.

So pick it up,
put it on speaker.

I want to hear
what he has to say.

- What's up?
- Yo, Diana, listen.

Tariq is blowing me the fuck up,

and I'm not with him right now.

Okay, I need you to bring him
some more product

up to the school for me.
Like, a lot of it.

Okay, I'm leaving now.

Oh, my God, I owe you.

Get in and get out.

I'm not playing
with any of you today.

Turns out, I'm not the one
you need to be worried about.

Oh, shit. What's up?

- Where's Dru at?
- You tell me.

Here.

Thank God.

Appreciate you bringing this,
but I got dinner

with my professors
in a little bit,

and I think I'm gonna
be late, so.

Hmm, nah.

I'm not going anywhere
without my brother.

Are you sure you don't know
where Dru is?

You ask a lot of questions.

I got one for you.

How come Monet had Dru
spying on me?

She wasn't gonna send
Cane's crazy ass.

And she definitely didn't
want me to come up here.

Why not?

Because of you.

Why me?

Because she thinks
I might do something like this.

That's what you
came up here for?

Zeke told me you wanted
permission to take me out.

He told me Monet would say no.

Monet ain't here.

The fuck were y'all doing?

Where have you been?

I'ma get y'all cut.

Enough with the word salad,
Councilman.

Describe in detail
how Cooper Saxe

led you to lie about
whether James St. Patrick

knew of Tasha's affair
with Terry Silver.

I can't, because Saxe did not
lead me to lie.

But I regret to admit
that I did in fact lie

about what I told
the authorities that day.

Excuse me?

You see, Tasha came to me

earlier that same day.

She threatened myself,
my campaign, and my family

if I didn't feed the feds
her story about James,

that he knew about
her relationship,

the affair, with Terry.

So with a heavy heart
and conscience,

I did what I had to do.

Certainly was not my, uh,
proudest moment.

And a former cop like yourself
didn't think to, I don't know,

tell anyone about this?

You know, in case
it came back on you?

I feared for my life,
Mr. MacLean.

Tasha had already
strong-armed me

into providing a business
space for her daycare.

And once I followed her demands,

once she was done with me,

an attack was made on my life.

Yeah, now, I don't know
who was behind that attack,

but if my own flesh and blood
hadn't been out there

to save me, I'd be six feet deep

next to James St. Patrick
right now,

and New York would have
an uncertain political future.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

Oh, please.

Councilman, it's no secret
that you and James

had your own issues.

You said some not-so-nice
things about him publicly,

but was James St. Patrick,
to your knowledge,

a drug dealer?

When I said those things,
James was my opponent.

That was nothing more than
political gamesmanship.

You know, sparring
between brothers.

The truth of the matter

is that the James St. Patrick
that I knew

was an upstanding businessman,

a pillar of his community,

an inspiration to every single

disenfranchised child out there

who dreams of rising above

a system geared against 'em,
just like me.

No further questions.

Then you're dismissed,
Councilman.

Your Honor,
it's always a pleasure.

You a lyin' ass nigga.

And I hope that I can rely
on your support too.

Ciao.

Dru.

Yeah, Ma! Just in the shower.

What'd you find out?

Tariq knew the minute I walked
in why I was there.

He told me to my face
you sent me to spy on him.

Look, he has a lot more business

than he has product for.

Besides that...

So you didn't find anything out?

I'm sorry, Ma. I didn't.

That's good.

That means he's being careful.

Where's the money?

It's in my bag.

Tariq's playing it
close to the vest,

but his system works.

Baby, when it comes
to the business,

your father's always been
worried about you the most,

wondering if you can handle it,
if you're soft.

But I was never worried
about that.

You're smart. You're strong.

You look at every option.

But when it comes to you
being in that world,

that's what I worry about.

Dru, I want you to be
careful with yourself.

Not everybody, every man
is like our family.

And nobody's gonna have
your back like your family.

You always come home.
Remember that.

Professor Milgram, welcome.

Hey, that's for you.

Wine. Thank you.

Wow.

So much history.

I love all the artwork.

Cheers, Professor Milgram.

Tariq, how generous of you
to stop by.

Please, have a seat.

I'm so sorry I'm late, guys.

School got very hectic for me.

We're just glad to meet
more of Lauren's classmates.

Get some insight
into her competition.

You're just in time for dessert.

If by "on time,"
you mean what we used to call

- "colored people time."
- Mom.

Well, actually people still
use that phrase, you know.

Historically speaking, African
American vernacular English

still exists in sort of
a retroactive pendulum of time

that swings back and forth
through our history...

Anyways, Tariq, we were
just talking about The Prince.

It's a very short book,

so shouldn't take you
too long to read it.

I've actually read it
a few times.

I studied it at Choate.

No, no, I studied it
at Callister actually, yeah.

Hmm, did you
transfer schools a lot?

Dad, Tariq is very well-read.

So regale us, from my memory,

The Prince is a little handbook

on how to be
the perfect sociopath, right?

Well, no, I don't think so.

I feel it shows
how to get what you want

in the most efficient way.

You know, people are always
gonna want your spot.

I think The Prince shows
that no matter how much power

or money a person may have,

they're still gonna want to
come for your neck regardless.

So I think it's better
to address your competition

head on rather than wait
for them to storm the castle.

Well, then, perhaps I need
to give it another read.

We've been following
your family's case, Tariq.

Well done, securing one of
the best attorneys in New York

for your unfortunate mother.

Hmm, Carrie, you used to know

Davis MacLean, right?

I did.

And you know what?
He's a really good lawyer.

But a win for Davis doesn't
always equal a win

for his clients.
I want you to be careful.

Well, you know, Carrie,
she actually wrote the handbook

on helping others,
especially after that

ostentatious vigil she threw
for Tariq's father.

I mean, wow.

Speaking of books,

Jabari, when's your second book
come out?

Oh, his second book.

It came out already.

Came and went.

Publishing can be brutal.

I'm currently hard at work
on my next novel, so...

Hmm, I think we have

one of Professor Reynolds'
books around.

Tariq, why don't you
help me find it, now?

Like, right now.

Excuse us.

Does your brother ever come
to these dinners?

No, he always felt like he had
too much pressure on him.

Felt like he needed
to take the most classes,

be in the most activities,
be at the top of every list.

Sounds like you.

Yeah, except he started
taking psych meds to cope.

Then eventually
it turned into other drugs.

Then he just had
a complete breakdown,

losing touch with reality.

Now he's in a facility.

You know, I just don't want
that to happen to me.

It won't happen to you.

Why would you say that?

Come on, Tariq, you just
saw how my parents are.

That's why I need
this fellowship.

So I can buy myself
some freedom.

Yeah, I feel you.

You know, my last conversation
with my father

was about how he's trying
to take over my life

and control everything
that I do.

How'd you get him to back off?

He died.

You never talk about that.

You always seem so far away,
so distant.

You're always
running away somewhere.

You okay?

It's like everyone wants to ask
me a million questions today.

You ask your boyfriend
this many questions?

Well, maybe if you weren't
so quiet,

people would have less
questions and more answers.

Well, maybe if people
wasn't in my face 24/7,

I would be more open.

Yeah, whatever.

Look, I know you're just here

to scope out your competition
for the fellowship.

That is true.
That is one of the reasons.

The other reason is a secret.

Hmm.

Well, you're not
the only one with secrets.

How about we trade?

You tell me a secret,

then maybe I'll tell you
a secret.

I could tell you.

Or I could show you.

Lauren, you have a visitor!

What's wrong? Who is that?

Ah, Malcolm, you light up
every room you step into.

You know I had to bring flowers

for my beautiful
future mother-in-law.

Thank you.

Oh, no one's asked
for my permission yet.

Malcolm!

God, you surprised me!

Ah!

With the help of your mother,

- of course.
- Mm.

I wasn't gonna miss a chance

to meet your teachers
after I've heard

so many amazing things
about them.

Truly, she raves.

Well, we're very lucky
to have her.

Professor Reynolds
has a very hands-on approach

with his students.

And you must be Jamal.

Lauren's always telling me
about the high schoolers

she mentors through our local
Jack and Jill chapter.

Babe, that... that's not Jamal.

God, you must be starving.

Come on, let's go...
Let's go make you a plate.

He is so nice.

That boy's going places.

You know something, Carrie?

I think Lauren's parents
have it all figured out, right?

That's the type
of Black love that I want.

Hmm, well, you can drop
the act now, Jabari.

They can't hear you from here.

You know what I think, Carrie?

I think you're actually
threatened by them.

- Threatened by them?
- Yes, because you have

to confront your own issues,
Carrie.

Yeah, I have issues.

Here's one of 'em.

You minimize my feelings.

Yet you're playing this role
of caring teacher

to get in that girl's pants,
and in front of her parents.

Hmm, Carrie, if that were true,

why would I have Lauren
invite you, of all people?

You had Lauren invite me
to rub my face in it.

You know what?

This particular level
of schoolyard jealousy

- is beneath you, Carrie.
- Yeah?

I know you fucked
your grad student.

She wasn't beneath you.

Or was she?

Which one?

Hmm? Melissa?

I mean, come on, Carrie.
Why do you even care?

You know, you talk about
helping these kids,

but all you do is help yourself.

You don't even know
what you stand for.

Hey, do not, do not project
your shit on me, Carrie.

I know who I am.

Identity crisis
is your problem, not mine.

Yours. I know who I am, Carrie.

Yeah.

You know what, that's
your problem right there.

You wanna be with me so bad
that you hate yourself for it.

And I'm sorry.

Maybe I hate us both.

Secret agent Uncle Nancy,
I'm in.

This isn't a joke, Riley.

All I want you to do is find
out who Tariq associates with.

Target yet to be located.

Eh, he's probably macking
on the co-eds.

That's what I'd be doing.

God, you are so gross.

Eyes on the target.

Repeat, eyes on the target.

Okay, now remember,
you keep your distance,

and whatever you do,
Riley Merchant,

do not talk to him.

Totally hear that. Over and out.

Don't... Don't fuck this up.

Riley...

You have a really dark energy.

Has anyone ever told you that?

Nope.

You're not from around here,
'cause...

I woulda noticed you.

Is the guy in the Strahan
jersey always such a dick?

Oh, my roommate?
Nah, nah, he's just... he's shy.

But don't worry about him.
You worry about me.

You smell good.

Can I hit that?

Yeah, of course.

Early 2000s Cam'ron?

- Oh, you like that?
- Flip phone's a nice touch.

- Yeah, it actually works.
- You're not serious.

Yeah.

I'm serious about
getting them digits.

Put 'em in.

Word.

Yo, what's up?

Kid over there got pills
if you need 'em.

Skidmarks? N-no.

- That guy?
- Mm-hmm.

So you wanna get outta here?

- Hey man.
- Yo, what the fuck?

Whoa, personal space.

Take a walk, Hot Topic.

Fuck you, Portlandia!

Yeah, put some "respeck"
on her name.

- By the way, what is your name?
- Riley.

I'm Brayden.

Hey, you didn't think
I'd find out?

Find out what,
that you're a bitch?

Should have already
known that one, chief.

Get him! Get him!

- Get him!
- Get him!

Get him!

- Get him! Get him!
- There you go!

Get him the fuck outta here.

Get the fuck outta here.
Take him out.

All right, all right,
all right, all right!

- Fuck!
- Yeah, get the fuck outta here!

Please tell me you got that.

Interesting.

Wire transfer into our account.

Memo, "Retainer for
Tasha Green St. Patrick."

And would you look at that,

from a shady LLC.

Well, damn.

If you can concentrate on that,
I'm not doing my job right.

Is it the right amount?

Yesterday I clock a gun
on this kid, and now this?

You still don't think
Tariq's worth investigating?

Some shit.

How does that help
our client walk, hmm?

How's that help us stay great,
stay undefeated?

You're only undefeated
because of the work I do

to make you that way.

Touché.

Don't forget this.

Marilyn will notice
if it's missing.

I know I would.

Paula, you know there's no...

Don't. Uh-uh.

Tate killed us with
that bullshit he was spewing.

We have to counter that with
something concrete on Saxe,

from someone he can't
discredit like Blanca.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

Oh, shit.

Tameika Washington?

Ah. Who are those from?

Card says Davis MacLean.

Oh.

You've been served.

Son of a bitch.

What up, Scott? What happened?

Yo, man, I got
fucking suspended.

For fighting?

Not for fighting,
for punching a Weston.

That's fucked up.

- Later.
- Yo, peace.

What you sitting over here for?

Listen, Tariq, I'm really sorry
about what happened last night.

If you would just
let me explain...

You don't need
to explain a thing.

All right, I know
you had to play the game.

Play the game?

Yes, play the game.

Look, we 18, Lauren.
You think I don't know?

Well, you're 17.

All right, for like
another week or two,

but that's not the point.

The point is, I know that
we have a lot of options,

all right?

And that's all right.

Look, just know that
I'm not backing down

from no competition.

When it comes
to the fellowship or you.

Who's Diana?

Like I said, a lot of options.

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