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Previously, on
"Ghost"...

Your grandmother
got a DWI tonight.

She's gonna be here awhile.

She's going
to a really good home.

My number's right here.

Just make sure
nobody sees this phone.

If there is indeed a way

in which we can be of service,

we'll absolutely reach out
to you and your mother.

She doesn't need to know.

Window grilles will run
about eight.

You may not have to do 'em all.

Do 'em all, plus extras,
best you got.

Is that weed?

That bitch is gonna need more
than that to relax.

Oh, yeah, a whole lot.

I watched your meeting.

You need to get Brayden
in your pocket.

Tell your boss nice work.

Me and Tariq are partners.

Were you with Carrie Milgram
at her apartment

the night
Jabari Reynolds was killed?

- No.
- Where'd you get this card?

You fucking gave them
Ramirez's PBA card?

That's what you told me to do.

Did you put that kid up
to kill Jabari?

Or he just figure it out
on his own?

Neither Zeke
nor I had anything to do

with Jabari's murder.

♪ They say this is
A big, rich town ♪

♪ I just come
From the poorest part ♪

♪ Bright lights, city life ♪

♪ I gotta make it
This is where it goes down ♪

♪ I just happen
To come up hard ♪

♪ Legal or illegal, baby
I gotta make it ♪

♪ I never took
A straight path nowhere ♪

♪ Life's full of twists
And turns, bumps and bruises ♪

♪ I live, I learn ♪

♪ I'm from that city full of
Yellow cabs and skyscrapers ♪

♪ It's hard to get a start
In these parts without paper ♪

♪ Homey, I grew up in hell
A block away from heaven ♪

♪ That corner every 15 minutes
They moving seven ♪

♪ Pure snow, bag it
Then watch it go ♪

♪ Occupational options
Get some blow or some hos ♪

♪ Shoot the ball or the strap
Learn to rap or to jack ♪

♪ Fuck it, man
In the meantime ♪

♪ Go head and pump a pack ♪

♪ This my regal, royal flow
My James Bond bounce ♪

♪ That 007
That's 62 on my count ♪

♪ I'm an undercover liar
I lie under the covers ♪

♪ Look a bitch in the eyes ♪

♪ And tell her
Baby, I love ya ♪

♪ You're my inspiration
You're my motivation ♪

♪ You're the reason that I'm
Moving with no hesitation ♪

♪ They say this is
A big, rich town ♪

♪ Yeah, I just come
From the poorest part ♪

♪ Bright lights, city life ♪

♪ I gotta make it
This is where it goes down ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I just happen
To come up hard ♪

♪ Legal or illegal, baby
I gotta make it ♪

Zeke?

Zeke, is that you?

Shut the fuck up.

Don't make me
do something you'll regret.

What do you want?

I told you to stop
fucking my nephew,

but you just couldn't
fucking listen.

So now, bitch, you gonna talk.

Did that professor nigga
find out about you and Zeke?

- Did you kill him?
- No. I swear, I...

Stop lying, bitch.

I wa-I was with Zeke
the night Jabari was murdered.

I told the police that,
b-but then Zeke

lied to the police
to protect me.

So now you gonna
fucking protect him.

Find out who killed
that professor.

That's how we get Zeke out
from under all of this.

What if I can't?

Not an option.
You work for me now.

If you let me down,
you got a lot more to lose

than your fucking job.

You understand me?

Don't make me
do this shit again.

All right.

My car broker's coming over
to show me

the McLaren 570 and...

the Ferrari 488.

Which one do you think
screams Davis MacLean?

Oh, wow, that's tough.

Uh, I think the...
They both scream douchebag.

Ooh, cute.

Speaking of cute,

what would our favorite
female DA

like to ride in, hmm?

She seems like
a Porsche kind of girl.

Wouldn't she like you to have
a Porsche for Christmas, Saxe?

- I think she would.
- What are you doing here Tariq?

Listen, Davis, they're trying
to arrest Zeke Cross

for Jabari Reynolds' murder.

I need you to do
everything in your power

to make sure
that doesn't happen.

His Aunt Monet said
they don't need a lawyer

or, rather,
they don't want a lawyer.

Her mind was made up.

Why is Zeke your problem,

and what happens
if he gets arrested?

Don't ask me how I know this,
but they found

the NYPD officer's weapon
at the murder scene.

And that is the murder weapon.

Whoa, how do you know that?

Okay, the young man
just said not to ask.

Sounds like you're alleging
a cover-up by the NYPD.

Exactly.
Now, you run with that story.

You get them
to back off of Zeke,

stop them from making
a formal arrest, that's it.

Okay, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait.

Why do you care so much
about Zeke, huh?

I keep Zeke out of trouble,
I stay in school.

I'm gonna do anything
to protect my future,

and Monet,

she'll do anything,
pay anything, to protect Zeke,

so you keep that in mind.

What?

You-you're not at all concerned

that Tariq magically knows
about the gun?

Do you wanna ask questions,

or do you wanna get
to the money?

I think you need to use
the lovely Ms. Sullivan

to find out if it's true.

Okay, Jenny is not an idiot,
okay?

If I keep using her for info,

eventually she's gonna
figure it out.

Okay, and that's why
you're fucking her blind,

so she doesn't.

Come on, Saxe, it's either that
or no Porsche 911 for you.

Okay.

Kevin, what are you doing here?

You here to see the dean too?

Yeah, your new boss
asked for a meeting.

What are you doing here?

You think maybe he found out
about your mentorship skills?

I wish we were meeting
under better circumstances,

Dean Wong.

Yeah, turns out
that letting chaos reign

at an Ivy League institution
was detrimental

to Dean Brooks' job stability.

And, uh, what's Professor Tate
doing here?

Trustee Stern asked me
to be the liaison

between the NYPD investigation

of Professor Reynolds'
murder case and the university.

I'm replacing you, I'm afraid,
Professor Milgram.

This all seems like
an internal matter.

Why am I here?

I summoned you here,
Detective Whitman.

You're tarnishing
our star player

and the Stansfield brand.

I need to know why.

Give us some insight
into your case.

Why would Zeke Cross
harm Jabari Reynolds?

I looked
into Zeke's background,

Detective Whitman.

No history of violence,

not as much
as a traffic ticket,

so why is he
your prime suspect?

If you have evidence
against Zeke,

then arrest him, by all means.

If you don't,
stop harassing him

and, by extension,
the university.

He has no evidence.

I have motive,

but I am not at liberty to
discuss my theory of the case.

It is an ongoing
investigation.

Professor Milgram,

um, any thoughts
on what Zeke's motive might be?

Um, there is something

I wanted to discuss
with Detective Whitman.

The GTG member
who was murdered,

that gang deals in narcotics.

I saw in Jabari's notebook,
he had written about

a potential drug pipeline
on campus.

I'll authorize a discreet
but immediate

drug sweep of the dormitories.

You find anything worthwhile,
run it through my department.

- Anything else?
- And...

if we don't find
anything worthwhile,

I'll need you to go away.

I don't take orders from you.

Oh, Detective,

everyone takes orders from me.

And I'll remind
the commissioner of that

when we have dinner
later this week.

Thanks for keeping me
in the loop, Councilman Tate.

Always.

Ciao.

Dean Wong.

Hey, listen, I, uh,
want you to know

that I overheard you talking
about Zeke with that detective.

You're the connective tissue

between Zeke Cross
and Jabari Reynolds.

Okay, well, say that's true.

You know Zeke's innocent
because we were together

the night Jabari was murdered.

You know, aren't you supposed
to be the great Black crusader?

You're really gonna
just sit back

and let an innocent Black man
go to prison?

You know, I keep wondering why

Whitman is so focused
on you and Zeke.

You and that detective
got history.

My, my, my, what a messy
situation you're in,

one brother in the ground,

another brother
on the hot seat,

and Captain America
right in the fucking middle.

Mm.

You know, I hate to admit it,
but... I'm even more intrigued.

Rashad, this isn't about me.

This is about you.

Think about how heroic
you'd appear

if you helped prove
Zeke's innocence.

That's how you win elections.

You say you're the best,
so I want the best for Zeke.

How much?

A million dollars.

- You think I'm stupid?
- No, I don't.

After all, you chose me.

You want that full-court press
for Zeke,

media coverage so complete,

it'll bias
every potential juror

within a hundred-mile radius.

That cost money,

lots of it.

Shit.

Something missing,
Mrs. Tejada?

You'll get your money.

Just stop all this bullshit

before the cops
come and arrest Zeke.

Oh, yeah, you know what?
Um, I can't promise that.

But you getting me
that money in...

three days can't hurt.

I said my guys didn't break
into your safe.

And I said you better
tell me who it is,

or else I'ma have
to assume it was you.

I swear
I didn't rip anybody off.

You a motherfucking contractor.

Your whole fucking job
is ripping people off.

Let me go, okay?

Let me go, and I'll get
your money back, I promise.

How the fuck you gonna
get me my money back

when you say you ain't have it?

You seem confused, my nigga.

You got my fucking money
or not?

No, I ain't got it.

Wrong answer, nigga.

Ma, what's up? What happened?

I was at the bar
with Davis MacLean.

I go to open the safe,
and the fucking money is gone.

Any of y'all know
anything about this?

I mean, none of us
would've taken that shit.

Contractor and his workers
been in and out nonstop,

but would they be
dumb enough to take it?

Nigga said he ain't take it,
so now he ain't saying shit.

Look, the money is gone,
and I ain't getting it back.

But we gotta come up with
a million dollars in three days

so Davis can take Zeke's case.

A million dollars?
That nigga serious?

Y'all, Davis did get
Tariq's mom cleared

off that murder charge,

and she was definitely involved
with that shit.

He's worth it.

Auntie, I don't want you
spending all that just for me.

If he'll keep you
from getting roped up

and protect your draft
prospects, he's worth it.

Now, let's get this money.
Dru, you stay here with Zeke.

Make sure he gets
in no more trouble.

Ma, I can do a lot more
than babysit a grown-ass man.

- Let me help.
- I said what I said.

Diana, Cane, let's go.

Fuck.

Oh, shit, Lauren,
you finally nailed that down?

Okay.

Afternoon, class.

Nice to see you all.
Um, let's get right to it.

I was very impressed
with your papers

discussing whether or not
the ends justify the means.

And I was surprised
by the lines

you were willing to cross
to get to a specific outcome.

I mean, hey, you gotta do

what you gotta do,
Professor Milgram.

Anybody that says different
is straight-up lying.

Uh, Tariq, I was a little
disappointed in your argument.

You didn't answer the question.

That's because
the question itself was flawed.

If you're doing it right,

nobody should worry
about how you did it.

I know that's right, okay?

Yeah, but that wasn't
the assignment.

Well, some of you
found it justified

to cross ethical lines
in your analysis

if the action
was benefiting someone else

but not yourselves.

Well, I don't know.

I just feel like even
if it's somebody you love,

there's just certain boundaries
you don't cross.

But what if it was
to protect yourself?

Wouldn't the end
justify the means

in a life-and-death situation?

Well, I guess I would have
to be in that situation

to really tell.

I just think you can't justify
everything you do in life

and still consider yourself
a good person.

Detective Whitman.

Rest assured
that this was not my idea.

This is Kamaal Tate.

He just joined my office
as investigator.

- How you doing?
- As per the DA,

he'll be assisting you
on the Jabari case.

Any relation to, uh,
Councilman Rashad Tate?

Yeah, he's my brother.

Mm, so it's just
a coincidence, then,

that I was just ambushed
by your brother

and a big donor
down at Stansfield

and now here you are
to help us out with the case.

Yeah, there's no way
that's a coincidence.

We're all here
for the same thing.

That's to put aside any biases,
find the real killer.

Biases.
Yeah, I found the real killer.

His name's Ezekiel Cross.

What makes you so sure?

Motive.

Professor Carrie Milgram
was having an affair

with both Zeke
and the murder victim.

Zeke got jealous,
popped his competitor.

But it says in your report

that an NYPD officer's gun
was found at the scene

and that Officer Ramirez
is now missing.

Well, the kid
must've stolen Ramirez's gun.

He had Ramirez's PBA card
in his wallet.

When I brought him in here,
he showed it to me.

There's a connection in there,

and-and Zeke's alibi
is total bullshit.

Any detective worth
his fucking salt can see that.

How long have you been
a detective?

- I'm just curious.
- Watch your tone with me.

There's no connection
until you speak to Ramirez.

Now, have you conducted
a thorough search for him?

Yeah, we're looking.

But you have nothing?

How is it that you're so sure

that Zeke's alibi
doesn't check out?

- Did you really...
- This will all go

so much more smoothly

if you two could find
a way to get along.

Whitman, just think of DI Tate

as an extra set of eyes
on the case.

- Mm.
- Can't you use the help?

Sure. Yeah, there is something.

Your buddies down at Stansfield
want us to conduct

a narcotics investigation
on campus,

see if this homicide
is connected.

They're gonna bring in
some students

that were caught with drugs
for questioning.

It's all yours.

Thanks.

I brought you
onto my team, Cane,

but it sounds like
you've got better things to do.

It's not like that at all.

I'm just having
a personal emergency right now,

but I swear I could
still do the run for you

and handle this too.

What could possibly
be so crucial

that you would jeopardize
your position with me?

You might've seen him on TV,
ballplayer Zeke Cross.

Cops think they got
a murder case against him,

and we got three days
to raise a mil

to pay
his fancy-ass lawyer off.

And this, uh, Zeke,
he's your brother?

Nah, he's my cousin,
but he's family.

I gotta ride for him.

All right.

Well, if family's
that important to you,

how about this?

Two birds, one stone.

There's a man named Mahoney

trying to move
into my territory.

I want him gone,
but more than that,

I want his fucking money,
all of it.

He's got some fronts.
I'll get the addresses to you.

You get down on him,
clean him the fuck out.

Whatever you make over 50K,

you can slide over
to your cousin Zeke.

Cool, cool.
I can make that happen.

All right.

Hmm.

Yas, what's up? You okay?

When are you coming to get me?

Soon, I promise.

I wanna go home. I want Mommy.

Yeah, I know, Yas. Me too.

But we just gotta be strong
together no matter what, okay?

Okay.

'Riq, can you bring me some
of those rainbow scratchers

Big Mama gets from the store

with all the bottles
and the stickers

all over the windows?

Yeah, Yas, I'll-I'll get you
some scratchers.

I'll talk to you later, okay?
I love you.

Cane, bro, you... surprised me.

I'm looking for Tariq again.
Where he at?

I-I don't know.

He hasn't answered my calls
all day long.

Why, what's up?

You...

Nah, this don't even
concern you.

I need him to do this.

Okay, well, c-can I help?

Come on, bro, you know
I'm down for anything.

Anything, huh?

All right, adrenaline junkie,
get your whip.

Be my driver tonight.

Real... oh.

We out.

Sending Kamaal Tate in
before we get an indictment

is a political chess move.

It undermines Whitman
and the NYPD.

As usual,
the DA just overreaches,

and I have to be the bad guy.

Rashad Tate has an agenda.

But I don't know what it is.

Think about your agenda.

Okay, you're exposed here.

You're a white woman
prosecuting a beloved

African American
college basketball star.

Yeah, so beloved
that he's allegedly

fucking Carrie Milgram,
his teacher.

She pretends
to be such a saint,

but she's just so messy.

Well...

...and I... shh...
Am fucking my legal rival,

mm, 4.5 times a week.

Look, Kamaal,

he's your cover.

Give him a call right now.
You get on his good side.

You might need him later.

You're not stupid, Cooper.

Misguided and working
for the wrong team

but, you know, not stupid.

Thank you?

Lauren, you'll be doing
all of us a huge favor

if you just tell me
where you got these.

Do that, and maybe you'll walk
out of here with just a fine.

All this over a few pills?

I told you those are not mine.

But the campus cops found this
in your dorm room.

If they're not yours,
whose are they?

I'm not a snitch.

I got a whole grip of students
in here with drugs...

What's going on here?

...wrapped in the same
hourglass packaging,

right after two campus murders.

I'm asking you, Lauren,
help me.

Who's the source?

If she says she doesn't know,
then she doesn't.

Lauren Baldwin
is an honor student,

not a criminal.

Honor student or not,

I'ma shake every Ivy tree
in the league

until our drug kingpin
falls out.

Can I speak
with you a moment... alone?

Listen,
if you're gonna defend

these entitled rich children
who think that they...

Detective, come on.

Actually,
I'm a new investigator

in the DA's office,
Kamaal Tate.

Tate, like Councilman Tate?

My brother, and that
has nothing to do

with why I'm here.

Of course.

Listen, you need to pursue

this drug pipeline theory
vigorously,

but these students aren't just
gonna tell you their source.

I'm sorry.
You trying to help me?

And Lauren.

I used to be
in law enforcement.

Incentivizing cooperation
requires knowing

the right buttons to push.

If I can get her to help,

will you let her walk
with a clean record?

Lauren, the police
aren't gonna stop

at "I don't know."

You have to think
about your future,

your family, your career.

He'll trump up the charges,
and this'll go on your record,

affecting your chances
at grad school,

applying for places to live,

your entire future.

This is so fucked up.

These are really not my pills.

What should I do?

Maybe you could speak
to some of your friends.

They can give you
a recording device.

You want me to wear a wire?

Professor Milgram,
I don't know.

I understand, but you can try.

And if you do, I promise,

I can get them to drop

any criminal investigation
into you.

All of this will just go away.

Your record will stay spotless,

and your parents
will never have to know.

It could also help
in finding Jabari's killer.

You want to get justice for
Professor Reynolds, don't you?

Yeah.

Okay.

Looks like you have
a new accessory, Lauren.

So my grandmother's been
spending all of Yasmine's money

- at a liquor store?
- Mm.

My little sister can't live
with someone that's drunk 24-7.

I don't know about your
grandmother being drunk 24-7.

Yasmine was still
making it to school.

Her marks dipped a bit,
but that's to be expected

after your mother's
hasty departure.

Mm.

She belongs with me, okay?

Listen, do you really want

to take your grandmother
to court

to fight for custody?

Listen to me.

I'll do whatever I have to do
to protect my sister, okay?

Okay.

So do I have your support,

or do I have to go to court

and have you removed
as conservator?

You have my support.

Thank you.

Enjoy your meal.

Pull over here for a second.

Just need to run in here
and pick up something.

All you gotta do is
keep the car running.

That's it?

Okay, fine, that's it.

You lost?

Uh, no, I think I'm good.

Who you know in there?

You know, Ronnie,
Bobby, Ricky, and Mike.

You know, the guys.

Get the fuck out the car now.

Go, go, go!
Drive, drive!

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Yeah!

You got that look
on your face...

...like you're about
to ask me for something.

Got your "ask me for something"
nails on too.

What is it?

Davis MacLean needs
a million dollars by tomorrow

to pay for Zeke's defense.

Look, I need your signature

to mortgage the house.

We'll get the money back
as soon as Zeke is cleared

and he goes to the draft.

Absolutely fucking not.

You'd do it if one
of the kids was in trouble.

Yeah, you're right. I would.

But they're not.

I know you love
your nephew, Mo,

but we need to think
about our family first.

You know how long it took us
to rebuild

after paying for my defense,

and now you want me
to put my house on the line?

I don't know.

Look, how often
do I ask you for shit?

Hardly ever.

I'm asking you for this,
Lorenzo, please.

Sorry, Mo, no.

And my answer is final.

Don't be like that, babe.

What do you want me to do?

Look, how about
you just use the money

that's stashed at the bar?

Yeah, I'll use that.

It looks like
despite being down

their star player,
Ezekiel Cross,

the Stansfield Stallions
will go on

to play a pivotal game tonight.

Some fucked-up shit, Dru.

It's the motherfucking
cops, man.

They ain't gonna stop
'til they lock me up

for some shit I didn't do.

That's bullshit, man.

Who is that?

Don't worry about it.

I'ma handle this myself.

Shit.

So what they say
about makeup sex is true, huh?

Mm, my bad.

I thought this was
thank-you sex.

I ought to breakup
with your ass more often,

because that was... whew!

Oh, shit.

Yo, the team's protest video

is raking up
thousands of views.

#FreeZeke!

Fuck the NYPD.

We ain't playin'

until Zeke Cross is exonerated.

- Free Zeke!
- Period.

- They're amazing.
- Yeah, and the GoFundMe

that Coach Wallace
is settin' up went crazy too.

Just hit you up on Venmo.

Ev, everything you did today
is incredible.

You're incredible.

Dru, I need
to tell you something.

After we broke up, man,
I was shook.

Yeah.

Because of the murder
on campus.

Because of how we got jumped
at the club that night.

Two of Zeke's professors

asked me about what happened
that night, and...

I told them part of it.

What'd you say about me?

I tried not to say anything,

but I may have
mentioned your name.

And you're just
telling me this now?

Do you understand
how this could affect me?

How this could affect
my family?

Your family?

Isn't it their fault
that you got shot?

Isn't it their fault that Zeke
is being accused of murder?

You don't know the first thing
about my family,

which means you don't know
the first thing about me.

You shouldn't have said shit,
Everett.

Dru, let's talk about this.

- Dru, let's talk about...
- No.

I mean... Dru.

Fuck.

- You need to relax.
- Effie, I'm relaxed.

But you don't even
look like yourself.

Uh, yeah, that's the point.

Remember,
we're just gonna go in here

and get these clothes with
these cloned credit cards...

- Good afternoon.
- Hi.

...sell them to my boost man,
get you a quick change,

and we'll be on our way.

Scamming 101, quick and easy.

Okay, I'm relaxed.

You good? You relaxed?

Yes, I promise. I'm trying.

I cannot believe Mommy
let you out the house today.

Yeah, well, she don't care.

She knows why I need the money.

But you ain't gon' tell me?

You're smart, Di.

If you so obsessed with school,
just go.

We don't do that in my family.

Your cousin Zeke goes
to Stansfield, though.

Yeah, but Monet has
different rules for Zeke.

What about you?
What about your parents?

They know what you do
to get by?

My parents?

Let's just say
they leave me alone

and I leave them alone.

I'm good on my own.

Uh, I'm glad you hit me,
though.

When I met you with Tariq,

I just was trying to say...
don't fuck him.

Not on no jealousy shit,
just, Tariq can't be trusted,

and you're not ready
for that type of nigga.

Well, don't worry.
I ain't fucking him.

Monet always taught me,
the way to get ahead

is to use men's attraction
to me against them.

But I don't know.

Effie, I feel like

I want my first time to be...
the right person.

Good, keep it that way.

That's all I meant is that
by not fucking with Tariq,

you're saving yourself
a lot of grief.

Trust me.

And when you do decide
to go there with a guy,

just make sure you doing it
for you, all right?

Zeke, big fan.

Who isn't?

I just have a few questions
for you.

No, man,
I ain't answerin' no questions

right now, man, go on.

Everybody knows the police

are looking at you hard

for Jabari Reynolds' murder.

I wanna give you the chance
to set the record straight.

Did you kill Jabari Reynolds?

Yo, what the fuck is this?

Nah, Zeke, go inside.

You, get the fuck
out of here right now.

Dru, chill, I'ma go inside,
and he gonna leave.

Just a few more questions.

Zeke, your uncle Lorenzo Tejada
is in prison for manslaughter.

Is it fair to say
murder runs in the family?

Hey, yo, let me talk
to you right quick.

Get my father's name
out your fucking mouth!

- Dru, hey!
- Bitch!

- Nah! Get off me, man.
- Chill!

- We take care of our own!
- Dru, man.

What the fuck?

Wait, that's all we got?

We gotta pay Davis tomorrow,
and this isn't nearly enough.

Shit, I got you, Ma.
I'll hit another lick tonight.

Thank you, Cane.

Is your fucking lick
gonna bring us 750K?

And who the fuck told your
stupid ass to leave the house,

come back, and whip
some random nigga's ass?

Do you understand
how serious this is?

I'm the one who raised the most
money to pay for Davis, me.

I'm the one who convinced
the basketball team

to start a fucking GoFundMe
and forfeit a game.

Where's my credit for that?

You know what? Fuck this shit.

Where the fuck you going, boy?
Come back here.

Ooh, gonna punch me
in the face too, kid?

A'ight, killer.

You the million-dollar nigga?

Cane Tejada, I presume.

And that would make you Diana.

What's up?

Were you able to keep this
journalist nigga quiet or what?

Yes and no.

The reporter your son assaulted

works for a subsidiary
of Sports Media World.

In exchange for his silence

and an agreement
not to press charges...

...Zeke would have
to do an interview.

Oh, hell no.

A sit-down with Jemele Hill.

Can Zeke pull that off?

What you thinking?

You don't have a choice.

Fuck!

What's up?

Where you been?
I was hitting you up.

I was with that girl from bio.

You know how I do.

Speaking of girls,
though, 'Riq, um,

now that you're officially
booed up with Lauren,

she can't know about
our business, you know?

Lauren is good, a'ight?
We'll be chilling in her room.

She got a single.
We won't even be over here.

She won't know anything
about CourseCorrect.

Everything will be fine.

I ain't even stressing
that shit right now, bro.

Got more important things
to worry about.

Look at this shit.

Come on.

Whoa, how'd you get this?

I bribed the cashier.

Damn, Granny's partying
like that?

She got Snapchat?

Man, you want me
to smack your face?

'Kay, I'm just...
I'm fucking with you.

Look, bro.

Oh, fuck, bro.

I'm sorry.

What are you gonna do?

I mean, at this point,

the only thing I can do
is try to get custody

of my sister.

Okay, well, before you go
all Losing Isaiah,

let's just forget about all
this bullshit for a night,

kick it like old times,
you, me, a pizza.

I'll pay since...

Which one of your hos is that?

Uh, it's just this girl
from history.

I totally forgot,
but we have an exam,

and she really wants to study.

Listen, 'Riq, um, rain check?

It's whatever. Do your thing.

I'll catch you later, bro.

- A'ight.
- Yep.

Please, I need to get
something for my girl.

I mean, she's a total bitch,
but it's our anniversary.

You know how that goes.

All right, lover boy.
You got ten minutes.

Yeah, that's all we need.
I mean me, all I need.

18-karat white gold,
rhodium-plated, 4.5 carats,

I mean, that's gotta be
worth at least 36K.

That's right.

Nothing too good
for my baby, though, right?

Don't fucking move,
or I'll shoot.

Yo, don't forget the solitaire.

That's gotta be worth
at least 40K.

Fuck, it's jammed.

The gun you gave me, it jammed.

I jammed it, fool.

I don't need you shootin'
anybody in here, Tom Cruise.

But you can keep it.

Take a look at this.

This is a bodega
near Carrie Milgram's apartment

on the night
of Jabari Reynolds' murder.

Zeke's alibi checks out.

This means your theory
of the case is shot to hell.

Not so fast.

All this means is,
Zeke contracted the kill.

Stop it, Whitman.
You reachin', man.

Now, listen,
after you so kindly suggested

I follow up on Ramirez,
I looked into him.

Had a sketchy record
and some unexplained income.

So what are you saying?

I'm saying Zeke hired Ramirez

to do his dirty work.

Ramirez left town.

Okay, so how you
gonna prove it?

What have you
gotten me into, kid, hmm?

No, seriously,
what have you gotten me into?

First, his family can't pay.

On top of that,
Diana has been blowing me up

all day about some side shit.

I um, I won't be needing
any more referrals from you.

That's a lie, nigga.
You love money.

Mrs. Tejada, lovely as ever.

What up, Zeke?

Zeke, the interview's
in a few hours.

This some
fuckin' bullshit, man.

I just wanna play ball.

Look, before I put you
on national TV,

I need to make sure
you're ready.

My connects
at the network were able

to send me a copy of what...

Let me see this shit.

...Jemele plans to ask.

And I'ma prep you for all
of this shit, all right?

These questions
aren't that bad.

A'ight, look.

I'm gonna
write these answers down,

but I need you to memorize
all of them, a'ight?

Stick to the script.

No deviations, no freestyling.

If this goes well,
we'll establish your alibi

and racial bias
on the part of the NYPD.

You'll come out looking
even better for the draft.

All right, cool.

Tariq, hit me.

A'ight, look,
when they ask you,

"What is it like being
a star player under scrutiny?"

You answer it like this:
"Being under the spotlight

has its advantages and..."

...and disadvantages.

I get the opportunity
to be a role model.

I get to make my family proud.

And the women,
can't forget that.

Come on, now,
don't get me in trouble.

You can do this, Zeke.

Come on, a handsome
young man like you,

a star, there must be
some lady in your life.

I gotta keep that
under wraps, you know?

A gentlemen never tells.

Ooh, dodged that bullet, huh?

You're a premier athlete,

just declared
for the NBA draft.

And then a murder
happens near campus.

Professor Jabari Reynolds
was gunned down.

Yeah, what happened
to Professor Reynolds

is a-is a tragedy.

My heart goes out
to his family, and...

and I pray every day that
they find the real killer.

You helped him with that, huh?

That sounds like something
you would write.

What, you think you know me?

You were brought in
for questioning by the police.

They hold you for hours

as a person of interest
in this case.

I-I don't know why.

Uh, I have an alibi.

Yes, we were able
to obtain the footage

of where you were that night.

Uh, let's take a look
at that now.

You see that?

The power
of the Black crusader.

How did you get your brother
assigned to this case?

Oh, Kamaal being involved
is a coincidence.

But...

you can still thank me later.

I'm grateful
for the opportunity to...

clear my name.

I'm not a violent person.

I-I don't even own a gun.

It's interesting
that you say that,

because we've learned
from sources

that the murder weapon
was found at the scene.

Really? That-that's news to me.

She's going off script.

The fuck?

And it belongs
to a member of the NYPD,

a Detective Danilo Ramirez.

It was his
official-duty weapon

that was found at the scene.

Do you know him,
Danilo Ramirez?

We didn't make that public.
How does she have that?

Wait, a cop's gun?
What does that mean?

Why have the cops
been looking at me

if the murder weapon
belongs to one of them?

It-it means they're trying
to cover up for one of theirs.

Fuck, Zeke, come on, bro.

Is this some sort of cover-up?

Good question.

So you don't know
this Detective Ramirez.

Shit, we gotta
get him outta there.

No, I-I don't know that name.

That's funny, because
we were told by a source

that during your questioning,

you presented
Detective Ramirez's PBA card.

Oh, Detective Ramirez?

Yeah, um, that's...
He's-he-he's a fan.

He, uh...
he comes to all my games.

Zeke, I wanna
give you a chance here,

but the NYPD and my producers
cross-referenced

Detective Ramirez's whereabouts
with your game schedule.

He was never
at any of your games.

Do something.

What-what can I do? It's live.

If I pull him now,
he looks guilty.

Everybody calm down.
Just have faith in the boy.

In fact, the police theory is

that you paid Detective Ramirez

to kill Jabari Reynolds.

What do you say to that?

This is some bullshit.

This-this-this whole thing,
this is some bullshit.

You... this-this is over.

Damn it, Zeke.

Get out of my face
with that dumb.

Fuck, Zeke.

I'm out.

Y'all know
this is some bullshit.

Y'all know this some bullshit!

What kind of question is that?

I'm here to talk
about basketball.

I was happy to help
this young brother,

but looks like he needs more
assistance than I can give.

Maybe you both do.

Wait, what just happened?

Do you think Zeke
actually did it?

Look, I know he didn't do it,
a'ight?

How do you know?

Just trust me, Lauren.
I gotta go.

Fuck.

Jemele, those weren't
the questions

you were authorized to ask,
now.

I'm a journalist.

I don't work for you.
Good luck.

Fuck, man, I knew
we shouldn't have done this.

Diana, take Zeke home.

Cane!

Okay, I, um...
This is the DA's office.

They want Zeke
to turn himself in.

- Fuck.
- Tomorrow morning.

What? Oh, my God. Zeke.

You keep working
on Zeke's defense.

I'll get you your money.

You think you slick, nigga?

Nah, me and you,
we need to talk right now.

Forest Park, I'll follow you.

Why the fuck was Ramirez's gun
found at Jabari's crime scene?

What did you do, Cane?

I followed Tariq the night
after I dropped Ramirez.

Turns out, I was right
to do so, Ma.

He was talking to the professor
about our business.

I heard him say Dru's name,
so I-I do what I do.

I shot the nigga.

You knew this shit
this whole time

and you didn't say nothin'
to me,

knowing Zeke was in trouble?

Fuck is wrong with you, Cane?

I hope you keep
the same energy for Tariq.

He's the one
that took the kill shot.

It was his idea to put this
on Ramirez, not mine.

He took the gun.

Well, if this is true,

I'll hear his side later
and deal with him later,

but for right now,
I need you to pay attention.

Listen to me clearly,
and do exactly what I say.

Go get Ramirez's body.

- What?
- You heard me.

Think, the fucking cops think

Zeke hired Ramirez
to kill Jabari.

But Ramirez was already
gone a day

before y'all even
popped this nigga.

Fucking CSI niggas
figured that shit out.

No fuckin' way Ramirez could
have killed Jabari for Zeke.

This puts him in the clear.

This puts him in the clear.

What if it backs up on me, Ma?

You made your choice, Cane.

It is what it is.

Tariq James St. Patrick,

open this goddamn door now!

So my grandson, the local thug,

thinks he's gonna steal custody
of Yasmine from me?

Where you think you goin'?

Grandma, I...

I can't let Yasmine stay
with you.

You need help.

Let me pay for you
to go to rehab, please.

Raina would be ashamed of you.

Every evil that has befallen
this family is because of you!

Now, you think I'm gonna let
my grandbaby go the same way?

I will die first,

and I'll see you in court.

Cane, great job on Mahoney.

He's fuckin' ruined,
just the way I like my enemies.

Let's get to work, man.

Hey, Mecca, man,
I'm sorry, but tonight,

I gotta make a big move
for my cousin.

Then I gotta leave town.

Whoa, hold on.
Think about it, man.

This big move of yours,

isn't there somebody else
you can blame it on?

You know, a-a fail-safe,
just in case you get caught.

Why are you blowin' up
my phone?

You see Zeke's interview?

You let me put my name
on the line,

- knowin' Zeke is guilty.
- Whoa, hey, hey, hey, whoa.

Zeke is innocent.

You know
he wouldn't hurt anyone.

Yeah? I thought I knew you too.

And then you almost killed
the, uh... what is the name?

GTG, I can't keep up.

Everett, you know Zeke.

You know me.

Sometimes I think I know you.

Sometimes
I don't know you at all.

Okay, okay.

I really want this to work.

Us, I really want us to work.

So this one time,

you can ask me whatever
you want about my family.

Make it count.

Did your family
have anything to do

with Professor Reynolds'
murder?

Absolutely not.

Does your family sell drugs?

I don't think I can trust you
with that answer.

I accepted your thing.
I need you to accept mine.

You down or no?

Mm-mm-mm.

That thing you did,

talking to the professors
about me,

you cannot do that ever again.

Do you understand me?

I got you.

I assume your family emergency
has been handled.

You know,
I been wonderin' to myself,

why now?

Why did Dante
come back into my life

after all these years
at this exact moment?

I told you I needed
to become the man

that you needed me to be.

Oh, cut the shit, Dante.

I know you paid Davis
the million dollars today.

Why?

You know, this game
we've been playing was fun,

but, uh, I'm glad it's over.

You know why.

What am I supposed
to tell my husband

about another man paying my
nephew's million-dollar bill?

I don't know, Monet.

Maybe tell him
I did what I needed to do

to protect our son.

I didn't know how to tell you.

You don't have to explain.

I know why you felt you had
to do things that way,

but that's over now.

What I did today for you,

for our son,

that was nothing compared to
the life I can give you, Monet.

You don't have
to struggle anymore, babe.

From now on, with me,
you can be a woman.

I'm already a woman,
the woman I need to be.

Or maybe the woman
you needed to be for Lorenzo,

not for me.

You make a lot of big promises.

Promises I intend to keep.

You don't have to live
like this, Monet,

hustlin' for money.

I wanna take care of you...
and your kids.

We need to fight for Zeke now.

Let me do that by your side.

Let's save our son... together.

Lovely night, huh?

You know, uh, just to say it,

a lot of people would miss me
if I were to just disappear,

you know, my family,
the Westons,

my obscenely large following
on TikTok.

Yo, fuck your TikTok.

Chill, nobody's dyin' tonight.

Listen, you really held it down
at that trap house.

You bodied that jewelry heist.

Really out here proving
you a G, white boy.

So just trust me.

You help me with this shit,
you'll level up in no time.

Level up?
I like the sound of that.

What I gotta do?

Tariq.

Do you wanna explain

why you left
the way you did earlier?

I-I'm sorry.
Look, I bugged out.

It's just like,
everything that could have

went wrong today, went wrong,

literally everything.

I just need to be... somewhere.

Okay, well, you're here now...

with me.

Help.

Wait, hold on.

This a new Roley
from your parents?

Um, yeah.

That shit is fire.

Thanks.
Look, I'll be right back, okay?

Hold on.

Yeah.

Hey.

Still here?

The novel that Jabari Reynolds
was working on,

I found something
that you gonna wanna see.

Hold on.

- Whitman.
- Yeah, Detective,

we found a body.
It might be Ramirez.

Oh, shit, all right.

I'll send you the location.

I'm on my way.

Grab a coat.

Oh, God damn it.

What do we have?

Well, he's been dead
about two weeks.

Too much decomp
to make a visual ID,

but found this on the body.

Detective Danilo Ramirez.

Fuck.

Hey, yo, you good?

Yeah.

That was
extremely fucked up, bro.

Yeah, all that swag you had
disappeared real quick.

No, no, no.
I'm-I'm still swaggy.

I just... I need a ginger ale,
maybe some saltines.

Yeah, whatever.
Hey, where Tariq at?

I think
he's at his girl's place.

Ah.

Oh, I got more.

Whew!

Whew.

I'll be right out.

I'll see
your bitch ass tomorrow, B.

All right, bro.

And tell Tariq...

I'll be seeing him too.

♪ I break the law
Then I tuck my heat ♪

♪ Do it all for my seat
Ain't shit coming up sweet ♪

♪ Only these diamonds
Only time I freeze ♪

♪ You know that we gotta eat
Doin' this shit for my team ♪

♪ Never switchin' for no cream
Duck when you see that beam ♪

♪ Livin' the dream
Rap what I seen ♪

♪ Say what I mean
Sippin' some lean ♪

♪ Livin' it up
And I'm poppin' the trunk ♪

♪ And you know that I'm always
Servin' every fiend ♪

♪ Pour me a four
Pop me a bean ♪

♪ Fillin' like
I'm a ATM machine ♪

♪ Louis Vuitton from my feet
To my jeans ♪

♪ You know the jacket
Is always Supreme ♪

♪ I break the law
Hop in my car ♪

♪ Big boy toy
When the roof got stars ♪

♪ Every time they see me
On charts ♪

♪ Pussy boys crying
'Cause I break they hearts ♪

♪ Bitch, I'm a star
Write every bar ♪

♪ Fuckin' your bitch
And I'm hittin' it raw ♪

♪ Same way that I rock
On these shoes ♪

♪ Be the same way
I rock that jaw ♪

♪ Lift it up and let it fly ♪

♪ Got my whole squad
By my side ♪

♪ And you know
They down to ride ♪

♪ For my city, I'ma die ♪

♪ Screamin'
"Fuck the other side" ♪

♪ Do a stickup and I slide ♪

♪ I just hopped up
In my Wraith ♪

♪ Then I put this shit
In drive ♪

♪ I break the law
Hop in the Wraith ♪

♪ Doin' the race
Dodgin' the case ♪

♪ Get out my face
Get out my face ♪

♪ Get out my face ♪

♪ I break the law
Hop in the Wraith ♪

♪ Doin' the race
Dodgin' the case ♪

♪ Get out my face
Get out my face ♪

♪ Get out my face ♪