All language subtitles for Power Book II_ Ghost 3x02 - Need vs. Greed (English)

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- Previously on Ghost...
- Evelyn.

Frank was on his way to surprise you.

To make your family whole again.

Brayden needs to learn
the family business.

You're gonna
be working with KeKe Travis.

- My pleasure.
- Yeah, I've heard a lot about you.

By not fuckin' with Tariq,
you're saving yourself a lot of grief,

- trust me.
- You have enough clout

to get authorization for a joint
federal and local task force?

I could try.

That was taken from a traffic cam

the night of Carrie's suicide,

and it's just blocks from her apartment.

You are not authorized to investigate
Monet Tejada. Is that understood?

Mecca.

Where the fuck you think you're going?

Ah!

- Hey!
- Cut me some slack...

I'll cut you some fuckin'
slack when I put a bullet

in whoever took Zeke away from me.

- Fuck, you go here now?
- Yep.

Monet know?

Get on your knees.

Mecca was my First Lieutenant.

His drugs belong to me.

We can keep the cash flow going.

- You think you can replace Mecca?
- Of course we can.

- Who is this bitch?
- All I got is a name, Noma.

From now on, I'ma be working for her...
Me, Cane, and Brayden,

or else she gonna kill all three of us.

- Get the fuck in the car.
- No, please.

We have blood on our hands.

Lauren Baldwin is dead.

Hi. How you holdin' up?

How much longer do I have
to pretend that I'm dead?

Oh, thank God.

Hey.

Where am I?

You're at the hospital, Lauren.
There was a...

an incident.

You were hit pretty hard.

The doctor said it might take some time

for you to regain memory of the night,

but best we can assemble,

you were knocked unconscious,

placed in a vehicle,
and driven out of the city,

then pushed into the reservoir.

We don't know by who.

The car was reported stolen, but
there's no clues leading to the thief.

Whoever was behind this
had it all planned out

and was pretty meticulous.

But you got really lucky.

A man was out walking his dog

and happened to see you
going into the water.

If he hadn't called 911,

tonight would've played
out very differently.

Hey. How you doing?

I brought you some things.

It's not the Internet, but...

Look, I need to see my parents.

Or a phone call.

Jenny, seriously, anything, please.

We've been over this, Lauren.

Your parents think you're dead,

as does everyone else
except for my supervisor

and your doctor.

It's the only way to guarantee
your safety and theirs

while I build my case.

And what case is that?

I literally told you who did it,
so go arrest her.

Lauren, the dog walker
didn't see anyone that night,

and by your own admission,
you were unconscious

when you were placed in that car,

so you can't know for
certain what really happened.

Okay, but I do know what happened.

That girl Effie, she tried to kill me.

I believe you. I do,

but right now, I do not have a
single shred of hard evidence to go on.

So I need you to help me with something.

No.

No!

Literally every time one
of you guys has said that,

my life has gotten
exponentially more fucked up.

Okay, closing this case

is the only way to get you out
of here and on with your life.

Now, given the fact pattern,

it stands to reason that
Effie wasn't working alone,

and by connecting those dots
between her and what I suspect

to be a much bigger drug organization,

is the best way to get
us all what we want.

So she was working with Brayden?

I told you that already.

The focus of our
investigation is above Brayden.

Tariq St. Patrick is the clearest

connective tissue between them.

I don't have any proof that Tariq
was working with Brayden and Effie.

And clearly, neither do you.

Well, until I can get an airtight case

against all of those responsible

for trying to kill you,

the fact that Tariq,
Effie, Brayden, the Tejadas

all believe that their attempt
succeeded is the only thing

keeping you and your
family alive right now.

Trust me.

I can't believe Noma's in Paris

and I'm stuck here babysitting
you tiresome Americans.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

It's good to see you too.

I told her she was insane

for giving you this opportunity.

You will only squander it.

I mean, it's pretty evident that
your words don't mean much to her.

I'm particularly looking
forward to shooting you

when you fail.

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Not gonna lie, I think he fucks with us.

Nah, that nigga wants to kill you.

All right, party people,
well, the clock is ticking,

and these babies are ready
to go to their forever homes.

Yo, who these niggas over there, Cane?

Hired some of the
Jamaica Ave Boys to help.

What's up?

Are we doing this or what?
I have class in a hour.

Yeah, and I gotta go
analyze some stocks,

which should definitely
be more fun than cocaine.

Cane, your family flooding
the streets, right?

Yeah, I got these niggas
start moving shit today

while Dru and Lorenzo
expand our footprint.

A'ight. Me and Effie,

we gonna hit the Ivies up
while Stansfield cools down.

Shit's too hot on campus,

and with CourseCorrect dead,
Stansfield's off-limits.

B, you take care of the
country clubs, alumni clubs...

Basically anywhere rich white
people do what we're doing,

but we get locked up for it.

Guys, I think we're
overlooking a sick market.

The traders at Weston Holdings
would eat this shit up. 'Riq...

Get the fuck out of here. Are you dumb?

Nigga, you just told the whole
fucking world you sell drugs.

You hotter than Stansfield right now.
We're not selling shit

anywhere near where your
name has anything to do with it.

I know. Hear me out.

You trust them with our shit?

These niggas know not to get greedy

and what'll happen if they do.

Yo, that is a fuck-ton of weight,

and the dick-swingers at
my office would pay enough

to buy us every-day-of-the-week Lambos.

I'm talking the Urus.
I'm talking the SVJ.

Back me up, Effie.

Fuck no.

She's right, man. Fuck that shit.

Listen,

we're not doing no business
anywhere near your family's companies

or anything that has your name
attached to it. It ain't worth the risk.

- There's no risk.
- I mean, maybe for you.

Listen, man, you just admitted
to being a whole drug dealer,

and your punishment
was a six-figure income.

I didn't admit to shit, and yet somehow,

I lose housing, and I'm
still doing damage control.

The fuck?

You're right, that is fucked up.
I'm sorry, 'Riq.

- You got a room, though, right?
- Yeah, Tate helped me out,

hooked me up with a little
internship on his campaign.

How's that gonna help your image?
Tate's dirty as fuck.

He's the right kind of dirty, though.

All right, well, go get
that political shine.

I'll catch you later.

Later, Eff.

I could take the drive up to
Princeton with you if you want.

Actually, it'll just be
quicker if I go on my own.

What's up with you? You good?

- "Day-of-the-week Lambos"?
- Come on, you know he's fucking around.

- That's Brayden.
- Wh-whatever.

I don't give a shit if y'all splurge,

but the longer we stand
here, the more interest

accrues on my student loans.

Don't forget, Tariq, some of us
are only doing this because we have to.

Wait, so you think I'm here
because I want to be, Effie?

Listen, if we don't move all
of that shit in that warehouse,

Noma's gonna kill all of our asses.

Yeah.

Better get moving then.

Plaintiff Yung Joc says he performed...

Mrs. Tejada.

I got that investigation
file you wanted.

It's about time.

What do they know?

Well, not what you want.

There's a lot going
on, but no real leads.

Since Zeke was killed the same
night as his father in Spears' hangar,

they're looking into the possibility

they were targeted by the same doer.

Who do they think that was?

Eh, I'd say your guess
is as good as theirs.

They logged .45 caliber shell casings,

but that's a long shot at best.
Partial prints led nowhere.

Any potential witnesses scattered
like rats, and that's all she wrote.

Shit.

The fuck it is. I need more.

Mrs. Tejada... Monet...

Mrs. Tejada works.

Okay, Mrs. Tejada...

... that's the NYPD's
entire file on the case.

There's nothing more to get.

Whoever did this is either
meticulous or chaotic enough

to have New York's finest
scratching their head.

Well, Davis,

it's time to start earning
your damn money.

Someone killed my son,
and ain't nobody gonna fucking rest

until I find out who.

Here you go.

Subtle, Cooper.

Well, I told them Saxe,
but you know how it goes.

I think they do it on
purpose because I'm so sexy.

I called you last night. Where were you?

I was working

at the office and

waiting for my CI to get
me something I can actually use.

Oh, come on. I'm working on it.

You have any luck getting
an unredacted version

of that Theo Rollins file?

Not yet. It's, um,

more complicated than it should be.

Pulling a file is complicated?

It'll raise a red flag
if I put in this request out of nowhere,

and I don't need anybody
looking at me sideways

while I'm trying to get a
RICO task force off the ground.

Whoa.

Isn't it a little early for that?

Isn't it a little early for you

to be showing up at my
apartment unannounced?

I mean, I wouldn't even be here
right now if I didn't have to come back

for this.

Your little Nancy Drew game
isn't getting me very far.

An official task force
will give me more resources

so I can cast a wider net.

Well, yeah, of course, but how are
you ever gonna get that approved?

Tariq St. Patrick is
guilty of a lot of things,

but pinning an entire drug organization

on a 19-year-old kid is gonna
be a tough sell, even for you.

He's not just any kid.

Look at who his parents were.

Tariq was groomed for this.

You think anyone was surprised

LeBron's kid could dunk a basketball?

Um, no,

and I think that's a little racist.

Look, you said you could bring me
something that I can work with, so...

show me what you got, Saxe.

Show me...

you're really the man
you said you could be.

Oh, what the actual fuck?

Chad, so sorry to interrupt your nap.

You were supposed to proofread
these reports yesterday.

- Okay.
- We need them now.

Chill...

Omarosa.

Excuse me?

Dude, that's fucked up.
Just fucking do it.

He's a fucking dick.
Do you want me to go to HR?

For that? No.

God, I just can't stand
these trust fund interns,

you know, messing with my paper

'cause they've never
had to earn their own.

He was probably dreaming about
a Proud Boy rally or some shit.

Hold up.

You think we need to
make America great again?

Fuck no.

Those assholes are the ones
who fucked it up in the first place.

Okay...

Baby Weston.

Got the Smiths.

Jones, Osborne...

okay, make sure
that the email blast goes out

to all of the updated lists, all right?

- Yes, sir.
- Um...

we gotta make sure that, uh...

- All right, thank you.
- I'm on it.

Steven Ott, to what
do I owe the pleasure?

Well, it's good to see you're not
overspending on office space.

Jesus, what a shithole.

All right, look, I hate to be
the bearer of bad news, Rashad,

but your poll numbers, they suck.

You're getting trounced.

If you want to win
this congressional seat,

you're gonna have to fire off some ads.

Yes, well, to do that we would
need resources, now, wouldn't we?

Listen, it seems as though that, uh,

your good friend Rick
Sweeney hasn't gone

as quietly into the night as we'd hoped.

Apparently, he's funneling donors
over to the fucking competition.

Yeah, that's a tough break there.

Look, we all thought AOC was
a once-in-a-generation candidate,

but the movement just
keeps fucking growing...

Listen, I know, but nothing
has been decided yet, okay?

That's right. That's right.

We need to bring some fresh
blood in here, you know,

mobilize young voters,
bring in that cha-ching.

Already ahead of you. I have a fantastic

new intern starting today.

Well, I hope they can hustle.

Oh, one more thing.

There's also the problem of
your conspicuous lack of a wife.

- Fix it.
- I'm already working on it.

I have several candidates in the mix.

Ah, I'm so glad to hear it.
Just not the intern, all right?

Bye, Rashad!

Steven.

Gandhi said, "The Earth provides enough

to satisfy every man's needs,
but not every man's greed."

So my question for
you is, in this nation

of haves versus have-nots that
worship at the church of capitalism,

what is the line between need and greed?

My man Gandhi said that shit
way before climate change

and overpopulation started popping off.

BruShaundria's right, and with
increasingly limited resources,

making sure you have as
much as possible for you

and your family is need...
Nothing greedy about it.

Well, what about our moral
obligations to other humans?

What about corporate responsibility?

"When morality comes up against profit,

it's seldom profit that loses."

Ah, Shirley Chisholm.

Nice pull, Ms. Morales.

Now, do you agree with her?

Mm. Not that it's right,
but that it's fact, yeah.

Life is kill or be killed.

Same goes for America.

Greed is just another word for growth.

The bigger you get, the more you have.

The more you have, the more you need.

It's the law of nature.

I should point out,

that's also the philosophy
of a cancer cell.

Whoa.

Are you seriously
comparing America with cancer?

Hey. You need these?

It's okay.
I already did the reading online.

But girl, why the fuck are
those books so expensive?

I can't afford to buy that
shit for all my classes.

Yeah, I know. I've been there.

You know, I hear the TAs sometimes
keep a set for students to use.

Listen, since you
had something to say, you stand up.

Tell me what you think.

Go on, tell me what you
think the other view is.

Nice tie, Phil.

I think my great-grandfather
had the same one.

Eat shit, Chad.

That's him.

What the hell's going on?

Compliance found incendiary content

on your computer.

We're gonna need you
to collect your things.

What?

That's impossible. Show me.

It's the kind of stuff that
goes along with these...

...which were found in your desk.

We have zero tolerance for propagating

alt-right bullshit here in the office.

You need to leave immediately.

That's not fucking mine,
so this is some kind of setup.

Get your hands off of me.

- Sir, let's go.
- Oh...

my dad is gonna sue your asses so hard,

you are gonna shit from your esophagus.

I'll see you bitches
in court, all right?

- That you?
- Uh-huh.

Hmm. Come.

That tiki torch was
fucking extra as hell,

but I loved it.

Where did you get that in
the middle of Manhattan?

You can Postmates fucking anything.

Well, I hope you didn't
use the company card.

Where are we?

A private floor.

Supposedly there's more, but
it's the only one I have the code for.

There's more?

Look around, Trust Fund.

Everything the light touches is yours.

Shit, your name's on the building.
You really didn't know?

My grandfather's name's on the building.

Well, I wish I had your grandpa.

If you did, then this
would be super awkward.

But no, you don't.
He was a miserable piece of shit.

Walking example of money
doesn't buy happiness.

Yeah, well, that's only true
for people who don't need it.

You give me money,
I'll show you happiness.

I'm sorry, but trust me, this shit
comes with its own set of handcuffs.

Okay, Brayden Weston...

then what exactly would make you happy?

I mean, do you want to talk about that?

Or do you want to do something
that'll make us both happy?

Oh.

Okay, I can confirm that.

No, thank you, Mr. Volker.

Future Congressman Tate really
appreciates the support.

All right. Talk to you soon.

What's up, Bru? What you doing here?

Like, existentially?

I think my soul's on some real

serious expansion shit in
this lifetime, you know?

Oh, but, like, here, here?

- Yeah, here.
- Oh.

This the first day of my internship.

- I'm raking in bank for Tate, okay?
- Wait, what? You're the new intern?

I was supposed to be Tate's new intern.

- Uh...
- Is he here?

Um, I... I think he's on a call.

Tariq.

My young brother,
unexpected turn of events.

So you gave away my internship?

Uh, excuse me, no one
"gave me" anything.

Think of it as a redirection.

Listen, I ain't even gonna hold you.

Your Black ass is still hot as fuck
out here in these streets,

and it's not a good look for my team.

You know, I tried to work
the wrongfully accused angle

to boost both of our images,

but it's just not gonna bring
in the kind of contributions

Team Tate needs right now.

So you throwing me under the bus
for some fucking campaign dollars?

You're goddamn right.

It's for a bigger cause.

So what about the course
credit I was supposed to get?

You're a St. Patrick.

You'll figure it out.

Here, take a hat.

A'ight, so got some
people working some corners

in Southside, but we gonna need more.

- That's you.
- I already told you,

I'm not moving weight for Noma

or any other fucking connect you find.

Wait, Dru ain't talk to you?

Dru ain't say shit 'cause
he knows what I said.

Or because he's distracted
with punk-ass Everett.

Yeah, you know he's still
fucking with that nigga, right?

That's where he was at the
night Mecca's soldiers attacked us.

Then Dru brought him to the
penthouse where we were meeting Kai.

The motherfucker laid
eyes on him and everything.

Your call has been forwarded

to an automatic voice message system.

See? He's probably with him right now.

Pops, you keep pushing
for Dru to take the throne,

- but he can't be trusted. He's not ready.
- But you are?

- I know I am.
- _

And what, you think
I forgot about you and Mecca's

fucking idea to take me out?

Huh?

That whole hit would've
never fucking happened

if you weren't such a
fucking brute and disloyal.

So I will deal with Dru however the fuck

I want to deal with him.

If there's anybody in this house

that needs to gain my
trust, it's fucking you.

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Your mom's not gonna rest

until we find Zeke's killer, right?

Handle it.

You do that, and then maybe we can talk.

Thank you for helping
me. I hate packing.

Of course.

Now, you know you about to be
the only Black man in OKC, right?

Not if you come visit.

Is that like...

- an invitation or what?
- What you think?

And speaking of invitations,

my signing party's
tomorrow night at 1 Oak,

and I want you to come as my plus-one.

So I'd be, like, your date?

I mean, I want you there with me...

but...

I can't tell the world
what role you play in my life...

not right now.

Right.

I'm moving at the pace I can, Dru.

- Don't be greedy.
- Don't be what?

Do you have any idea how much
heat I'm getting from my family

- 'cause of this... 'cause of us?
- This isn't about your family.

This is the biggest
moment of my entire life,

and I need you there.

Why does a label matter?

Can you show up and be supportive?

Okay.

Okay, I'm-I'm sorry.

Send me the info.

Thank you.

Frank was like a brother to me.

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Mo,

someone's here to see you.

What are you doing here, Evelyn?

People always stop bringing
food after the funeral...

but I couldn't cook for months.

Losing Frank was one thing, but...

I can't imagine if
it was one of my boys.

I'm so sorry for your loss, Monet.

Thanks for stopping by.

You should know that some

white cop's been sniffing around,
asking questions about Frank,

said his name's Whitman.

I didn't give him anything,
of course, but...

you deserve to know.

Look, you been a good friend.

That's not necessary.

In fact...

... my boys got a little
foothold in Brooklyn.

They been taking care of me real good.

You helped me out in my time of need,
so now I'm returning the favor.

But we both know it
won't bring 'em back.

Yeah.

Take care of yourself, Monet.

He can't just give
your internship away like that.

Honestly, he really
can. It's his campaign.

Did he say why?

I told you, B, nobody's fucking with me.

And you know, you lucky as fuck
you don't got to deal with this shit.

Well, what are you gonna
do about the credits?

I mean, you need to take, like,
two extra classes to make up for those.

- Fuck if I know.
- Well, an internship just opened up at Weston.

- You should take it.
- Why, so we can move product?

Bro, ask me again if we moving
product in your family's house.

All right, you might be able to
get unlimited fucking chances,

but it's not all fun and
games for the rest of us, B.

I'm trying to save our lives from Noma.

All right, and if I do that,
what the fuck is it worth

if I can't see my
sister or my mom after?

There's things that are more
important than just money and drugs, B.

And that's family.
Family's fucking important.

Hey, we're your family too.

- That's right.
- And you should take that internship.

We're not gonna move weight there,

and if you're worried about your
reputation, this is a smart move.

She's right, 'Riq.

My uncle would be a
great fucking reference.

Okay, maybe, but I'm sure
Papa Weston don't want me there.

Nah, dude, fuck him. I'll handle him.
You don't gotta worry about that.

Fine. Fine, but no fucking drugs.

No drugs, I promise.

A'ight, bet.

Fuck yeah.

Whoo! I'll set it up.

You're fucking crazy.

I'll be right back.
Gotta go take care of something.

Don't touch my shit.

We have to tell him
about Lauren, like, now...

Shh. Shut the fuck up, Brayden.
Are you fucking crazy?

Okay, what, are we just gonna
lie to him for the rest of our lives?

You said it yourself, we're his family.

- We're all he has.
- Exactly.

And we did what we
had to do to protect him.

How does him finding out help anything?

It would undermine
his trust, not earn it.

There are only two people on this
planet who really know what we did,

and we're taking that
to the motherfucking grave.

Fuck.

You're Mecca's pilot, man.

Listen, I know you saw something
that night. So fucking talk.

I just heard the shots
and found the body.

I don't know who did it!

That's okay, my guy.
You got seven more chances

to remember something, huh?

Huh? You can fly a fucking
plane with one hand, right?

I only saw him from the back.

Bald-headed dude in a dark jacket.

Big-ass collar and zippers.

There it is.

See, I knew you was
fucking paying attention.

- What's up, Big Money? Talk to me.
- I didn't see him, I swear.

I swear.

Please don't.

Please!

All I saw was the car,
it was driving away!

The taillight was busted!

Thank you.

You've been very helpful.

Dude, this is gonna be so lit.

So KeKe's your supervisor,
but I'm on her team,

so I'm kind of like your half-boss

if you think about it, but don't worry,

I'm super chill, and
I get my own coffee,

and I only need my balls
massaged, like, once a week.

I fucking quit.
Get the fuck out of here.

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

- Uh... oh, there's Reva and Lex...
- Hey, what up?

... they/them. Uh, this is my boy Tariq.

Kitchen, bathroom, uh...

oh, there's personal
trainer Nick right there.

- Gym's on the third floor.
- What's up, boys?

Your first session's free, yeah?

You want my advice,

schedule something.

Looks like you should if
you want to be at your best.

I'm fucking with you, bro.

Nicky boy,

you know, I'm still, uh,
recovering from that Muay Thai thing,

- but yeah, I'll be back at it soon.
- Mm-hmm.

Do more, be more, my man, all right?

You can have results or excuses,

not both.

What a dick.

Brayden Jefferson Weston!

Family meeting now!

You're so fucked.

What the fuck is Tariq
St. Patrick doing here?

Yeah, dude. I mean, there's
no way you're that fucking stupid.

I mean, did you really forget
about everything that happened

over the last year, or
do you hate Dad that much?

I assume this went through you.

He's our newest intern.

I hope you gave him a...

warm Weston welcome.

You can't possibly
think that's a good idea.

I made it clear Brayden
was to stay away from him

- after that whole CourseCorrect ordeal.
- I'm not a kid, Dad.

- You can't just choose my friends.
- Well, clearly someone fucking needs to.

Having Tariq at the firm
is not good for the family.

Not good for the bottom line,
'cause that's all you guys

- really care about, right?
- Fuck off, dude.

That's enough, Brayden!

- He has to go.
- He didn't do anything wrong!

I was the one dealing drugs.

Holding it against him
is just fucking racism.

You guys just fired someone
for this shit yesterday.

What the fuck happened
to zero tolerance, huh?

- He's not wrong, Bobby.
- It's not the same.

We can't punish an
innocent young Black man

for something your drug-dealing son did.

Besides, you know what's
great for business these days?

Inclusivity and diversity.

"Inclusivity and diversity."

What, are you serious?

Oh, come on, Dad.

What, the firm's gonna take
Juneteenth as a holiday now?

I guess we would have
the vineyard to ourselves.

Tariq, come on in here.

Hey, Salim. Um, I heard that
sometimes TAs have a set of books

that students can borrow,
and I was wondering if maybe...

Say no more. Help yourself.

Thanks.

One question, though.

How is it that you can
afford a Balenciaga backpack

but not the books to put inside it?

Well, my parents are
covering tuition and not much else,

so I guess I'm kind of on my own.

Okay.

So the problem's bigger
than American Psyche.

Well...

I might have the hookup
for a unique on-campus opportunity

if a young queen's not opposed to work.

Not at all.

Th-that would be amazing, actually.

Consider it done.

Thanks.

What the fuck is this?

Fuck.

Fuck this nigga.

Monet Tejada, what a surprise.

What the fuck is this about?

Clearly, you have a broken side mirror.

- Wouldn't want you to be a hazard out there...
- Bullshit.

What do you want? And why
are you talking to Evelyn Castillo?

You know what?
You can just shut the fuck up.

I'll ask the questions here.

Where were you the night
of Carrie Milgram's murder?

- That's none of your business.
- Well, that's where you're wrong.

See, it was none of my business...

right up until Zeke Cross
came to me about your possible

involvement in what was
very likely not a suicide.

So I took a look around.

There's a funny thing.

There's a traffic cam photo of you

in the vicinity of
Carrie Milgram's apartment

within the coroner's
time of death window.

Zeke came to you?

Yeah, he did.

Thoughts and prayers, by the way.

So now I'm coming for you,

and I'm gonna keep coming for you

and your family and your fucking friends

- until I get to the truth.
- Look, I didn't have shit to do

with Carrie Milgram's death,
and you know it.

Otherwise your ass would be
out here with handcuffs and shit.

Knowing and proving are two different
things, but trust I'll get there.

Oh, you know what?

There was something else I figured out.

Your special relationship
with Detective Ramirez.

Too bad your boyfriend's not
around to get you out of this one.

Look, I don't know what
the fuck you talking about,

so unless you gonna arrest
me, get the fuck out of here

harassing me with this bullshit.

You can go,

but I'll see you soon.

Fuck.

Uh... yeah, I'm on it.

I'm on it.

Saxe!

Saxe!

Jesus Christ.

- You rang?
- I just got a disturbing call

from Monet Tejada about
some police harassment.

Is your girlfriend working
with that fucking ass clown, Whitman?

Okay, you... first of all,
Jenny's not my girlfriend.

Just ask her.

Second of all, I'll find out.

Yes, do that.

Have we, uh, moved forward on Rollins?

Ah, not yet.

Not yet?

See, not yet
needs to be right now, so...

get on it.

Jenny Sullivan.

Hey.

You ever find out who was
watching the Spears penthouse?

No. Why?

You might want to look
into Kevin Whitman.

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Hey, Tariq, can you set up the
conference room for the 3:00?

- Yeah, sure.
- Thanks.

Ooh, that was a big one.

- To your health.
- Oh, yeah.

Oh, you bet. L'chaim.

- Ooh.
- Ah, fuck yeah.

- Tasty.
- Fuck yes.

Ooh, fuck yeah.

- Yeah.
- Fuck yeah.

What's up, new guy?
Oh, uh, can you hook me up

with one of those bottles right there?

Dude, give me some of that.

- Yes, sir.
- Last night was so fucked.

Doing it again tonight though, right?

- You know it.
- Oh, yeah.

Ooh, that's a nice one.

Whoo.

? Baby, I don't wanna slow dance ?

? Pop, pop, pop, let the boys say
? Whoa, damn ?

? Girls like to twerk, baby ?
? I don't wanna slow dance ?

? Pop, pop, pop, let the boys say ?
? Whoa, damn ?

? Girls like to twerk, baby ?
? I don't wanna slow dance ?

? Baby, five star,
I deserve PJ, flights, caviar ?

? Every time me and
the clique in the yard ?

? Everybody already know who we are ?

? Stick it, baby, stick it ?
? Everybody watch me do that ?

? Chewy bubblegum... ?

Whoo!

? Ever disrespect me ?
? Watch the gang get violent ?

? Pop my shit can't tell me shit ?

? Yeah, pop, pop, pop, let the boys say ?
? Whoa, damn ?

? Girls like to twerk, baby ?
? I don't wanna slow dance ?

- Come on.
- Wait, so you're telling me

American Ninja Warrior's
the fucking plug?

Yup. He moves weight

all around the fund by
leaving "protein powder"

in his clients' gym lockers...

And sometimes even on
their fucking desks.

And the higher-ups know?

They know that everybody uses,
but not where it comes from,

- but to be honest, they could give a shit.
- Fuck.

Caffeine, powder, pills.

All they care about is paper.

- Of course.
- The burnout rate is so insane

that they just try
and squeeze everything

out of people while they have 'em.

But listen, 'Riq,

I heard what you said about
not shitting where we eat.

I mean, there's other avenues.

I already moved two
bricks at the country clubs.

Bro, two fucking bricks?

- I know, I kn...
- H-how many people work

on our floor alone at Weston Holdings?

Shit, I don't know, at least 30.

So you times that by 50
floors in our building,

then the rest of the buildings
on fucking Wall Street.

Bro, that's more than
everything we have combined.

That's what I'm saying.

We want to move Noma's product,
that's exactly how we do it.

And if we want to take out
Nick's pipeline in the process,

we can keep our names
covered while we at it.

Shit, you don't gotta tell me twice.
I'm down.

But you know, Nick's not
just gonna hand it over.

I know. See, that's why I didn't
want to fuck around here, B.

Shit can't get messy.

You know what?

I think I got an idea...

but we're gonna need Cane's help.

Hey, my man, my-my man, yo.

You got the time?

Uh, yeah,

it's, like...

Time to pay up for what
you did, motherfucker.

The fuck are you talking about?

I got back from DR and my whole
fucking crew was wiped out.

This for them.

And this for Lil' Guap.

Fuck you, bitch.

I ever see you again, you're done.

Sorry, sorry. Sorry, baby.

I thought y'all deaded
all them Guaps, shit.

I guess not.

What I can't seem to
figure out is how the hell

did he know it was me
that killed Lil' Guap?

And why he ain't kill me
when he had the chance?

Wh-what the fuck were you doing
in that part of the city, Dru?

- Probably going to see Everett.
- Shut up, Cane.

Dru, go lie down on your stomach
while I get something for the paint.

I told you he wasn't ready.

Our family's being targeted
for killing the Guaps,

and I bet you whoever
did that shit to Dru

got Zeke too.

Mm. I ain't so sure.

I am.

You got any way of tracking
this motherfucker down?

Yeah, maybe.

Go do that.

Go make this shit right
for your mother and for Dru.

All right, so this is the spot.

Yo, I can't believe
they have designated jobs

for Black students on campus.

Yeah, it's not an official thing.

They just get handed down
each year from upperclassmen.

You know, I didn't have the
best home situation either.

It takes a lot for people
like us to make it here.

We have to look out for one another.

I feel that.

- Hi.
- Water and soda in the cooler.

No booze, so no IDs.

Scale on the counter for bulk candy.

Students can use their Stallion
points or you can pay cash.

What's your favorite?

Wait, let me guess.

100 Grand.

Why you say that, 'cause I'm poor?

No.

Okay? It's this.

Ohh, a Skittles girl.

- Mm-hmm. Taste the rainbow.
- Okay.

Oh, you know, I read
they're all the same flavor.

They just make them smell
different to trick your senses.

- No.
- It's cheaper that way.

Mm-hmm. No, I don't believe you.

- That's cap.
- That's capitalism.

Shifts are four hours each.

Look, you won't pay off
any student loans with it,

but it'll buy you books,

and you'll have plenty
of downtime to study,

plus, free candy.

Okay. Sounds perfect.

Yeah. Well, let me get your paperwork,

and then I can teach you the register.

Whatever.

_

Hold on. You cool with
being my girlfriend in public now?

'Cause ain't nobody
paying attention here.

- Yeah, whatever. You made the drops?
- Yep.

Everything's circulating
at Harvard, Penn, Dartmouth,

and Yoli is taking it back to Yale.

Fire. Once those are up and running,

it won't matter that we
can't sell at Stansfield.

We make a good team.

I'm gonna go put this on.

Uh, okay.

How much?

Uh, for the candy and
the water, it is gonna be...

Uh, I got my own. Thank you.

Oh, 'scuse the fuck out of me.

Okay, that's $1.34.

_

- Your change.
- Thank you.

You're welcome. And $1 for the water.

All right, got you.

Here you go.

- Come on.
- Look, I know the schools ain't really

bringing in that much
money yet. You good?

'Cause we about to be
flush as fuck on Wall Street,

so if you need anything, I got you.

I got it covered, thank you.

So Brayden sold you on moving
weight at his family's fund?

I mean, shit, he ain't even have to.

Shit sells itself.

'Bout to blow the fuck up.

Councilman.

Young Weston.

Thank you for meeting me here.

No, thank you

for this very, uh,
generous contribution to my campaign.

I think BruShaundria's
gonna work out just fine.

I told you, she's money.

But listen, you can never
tell Tariq about this.

In exchange for the Weston
name to my list of donors?

No need to worry.
I'll take it to the grave.

I just hope my young brother
Tariq lands on his feet.

Oh, no, you don't got to worry
about that. He already has, trust me.

Hey.

Bad news. My bosses
don't think we have enough

to greenlight a RICO investigation.

They're having a hard time believing

that a college kid is behind a drug org.

What'll it take?

They need the dots connected.

How does Tariq know Ramirez?

What's his connection to Dante Spears?

Is that where the
drugs were coming from?

And if so, who's their new connect?

- You wanted to see me?
- I thought I told you to stand down,

so why am I hearing about
you grilling Monet Tejada

over a bogus traffic stop?

Uh, with all due respect,
you're not my supervisor.

Would you like me to have
a chat with your supervisor?

Because you'd be looking at suspension.

You know, maybe you'd
prefer to know what I know,

'cause you're only
looking at half the picture.

I'm listening.

She on the team?

Blanca Rodriguez, DEA.

All right, when I
had Zeke Cross in the box,

he had a PBA card from
Detective Danilo Ramirez.

After he lied to me about how he got it,

I did some digging, and it turns out

that Ramirez took a
disproportionate number

of calls to the Tejada house.

On top of that, there's at least one
instance when Cane was pulled in

and Ramirez cleared the charges.

We know that Ramirez
brought the Weston boys home

after Cane forced them to
sell drugs on the street.

You're saying that Ramirez
was working with the Tejadas?

No, for the Tejadas.

But more than that,

I think he was fucking Monet Tejada.

Look, you guys are...
you're focused on the St. Patrick kid.

He is not the kingpin.

Not by himself, anyway.

Holy shit.

Monet Tejada has known
ties to Dante Spears.

If that's where they were
getting their product...

There's our RICO.

It's something, all right,
but it'll take some doing to prove it.

Yeah, but it'll definitely give
our task force a green light.

Maybe your being so
fucking stubborn has its advantages.

_

Stop moving.

You coming with me, motherfucker.

Fuck I am.

- What do you want?
- I-I been calling and texting you.

- Why didn't...
- It's over, Dru.

Wait, I-I... look, I'm sorry
I didn't make it last night.

- I don't care.
- I-I can explain.

Clearly, you had something
more important to do.

Ev, you don't see my fucking face?
I got jumped.

By the same guys from the club?

Or someone else this time?

Never mind. I don't want to know.

I've had enough, Dru. I'm moving to OKC.

I don't want any of
this drama following me.

This isn't drama. This is my life.

Hey. Ev, this is...

this is our life.

Look, I'm sorry I didn't make
it last night. But I promise you,

it's the only place I wanted to be.

No, please. It's always
where I want to be.

You don't understand how bad
my family doesn't want this to work...

Maybe your family is right.

Ev, no...

Don't follow me!

_

Nice work in there, man.

You know, if you want to
up your game, let me know.

I can hook you up with some supplements

that are next fucking level, all right?

A'ight, bet. I'll hit you up.

Got you. Anytime.

Fuck!

Oh, my God!

Ah, fuck!

I'm calling 911.

This the motherfucker who
jumped Dru and killed Zeke.

The fuck I am. Fuck I am.

Look, I was out of the country
for that Zeke shit when it went down,

and I was hired to jump Dru.

Hired by who?

Don't believe a word
this motherfucker says.

Of course he's gonna lie to
try to save his fucking ass.

Yo, Cane, is this really
the motherfucker that did it?

- Found this on this greedy motherfucker.
- I ain't do anything, man.

Dru's chain,

- Zeke's championship ring.
- I ain't do anything.

Yeah, he must have pulled
that shit off of Zeke

when he fucking killed him.

- Wait. I-I had nothing...
- You motherfucker.

What the fuck y'all looking at?

Clean this shit up.

Okay.

Ah, come on, come on, come on.

What the fuck?

This is not a good time, Davis.

If you calling about Zeke,
I got everything I need.

Holy shit.

_

_

_

What's up? Doing homework?

Uh, yeah, just finished.

Where were you?

Everything's in motion.
We 'bout to blow all the way up.

Hey, what is this?

That's good work tonight.

I think we'll all rest easier now that

this motherfucker got what he deserved.

Yep.

I see you got that taillight fixed.

Yeah, man, a while ago.

What's up, Cane? You good?

Hell yeah. Never been better.

'Cause I know you killed Zeke.

What the fuck are you talking about?

We just loaded up Zeke's
killer into your car.

Monet may have bought
that shit, old man, but not me.

Come on, man, you sent
me to do a fucking job.

- I did it.
- So what are you saying?

You're sounding all kind
of crazy right now, Cane.

Sounding all crazy, huh?

You had all these fucking
months to find Zeke's killer,

but I had no fucking problem
finding Mecca's pilot,

and you know what he saw
the night of the shooting?

Said he saw a bald guy, dark jacket,

broken taillight.

That was you, motherfucker.

Slow your fucking roll, Cane.

Zeke never wore that ring.

I even double-checked
that shit on his IG.

So there's no way it was
on him when he got got.

I'm guessing

it was in that box of his shit
Monet can't bring herself to open.

But what really did it for me

was the fucking look on your face

when that Guap said
he was hired to jump Dru.

All that time inside, you'd think

you'd have a better fucking poker face.

You stole Zeke's ring,

you set up this nigga
to jump my brother,

then you planted that
shit when you paid him off.

How else would he know Dru was
the one that killed Lil' Guap?

It had to be somebody in the family,

but the one thing I
cannot figure out is why.

You got me all fucked up, Cane.

How about I run all this by
Monet, see what she think?

- It was a fucking mistake.
- Nah. A fucking mistake?

Yeah, it was. I fucked up.

I thought your mother was...

Zeke was in Mecca's car,

getting into Mecca's jet,
so I thought he was Mecca.

I was doing what I need to
do to protect our family,

like I always will.

But I would never, never hurt
your mother like that, man.

That's even more stupid

and pathetic than I thought.

Get the fuck off me, man.

All this time, you thinking I'm
not ready for the fucking throne?

But you weren't ready for me,

and now that I know the truth,
I fucking own you.

So this Noma weight we
talked about earlier?

You're gonna move it.

See you at the house.

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