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Previously on Ghost...

- Excuse me. - Sorry.

- Harper? - Rashad.

Have we, uh, moved forward on Rollins?

- Not yet. - So...

get on it.

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.

He's in every picture outside the penthouse.

You guys are... you're focused on the St. Patrick kid?

He is not the kingpin.

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.

There are only two people on this planet

who really know what we did, and we're taking that

to the motherfucking grave.

Uh...

Our family's being targeted

for killing the Guaps,

and I bet you whoever did that shit to Dru

got Zeke, too.

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

Yeah, he must have pulled that shit off of Zeke

- when he fucking killed him. - Wait, wait, wait, wait.

I ain't have nothing to do with it!

- You motherfucker! - Zeke never wore that ring.

You stole Zeke's ring,

you set up this nigga to jump my brother,

then you planted that shit when you paid him off.

Zeke was in Mecca's car getting into Mecca's jet,

so I thought he was Mecca.

This is not a good time, Davis.

Holy shit.

You wanna move Noma's product,

that's exactly how we do it... Fucking Wall Street.

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

♪ 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 ♪

[Drake] ♪ I'm the fuckin' man Y'all don't get it, do ya? ♪

♪ Type of money everybody Acting like they knew ya ♪

Damn, that shit fly as fuck.

Yeah, we're like Kingsman

with our own personal Harry over there.

Do I look like Colin Firth to you?

♪ Clubbin' hard Fucking women ♪

♪ There ain't much to do ♪

♪ Wrist bling Got a condo up on Biscayne ♪

♪ Still getting' brain From a thang ♪

♪ Ain't shit changed ♪

♪ How you feel? How you feel? How you feel? ♪

♪ 25, sitting on 25 mil, uh ♪

♪ I'm in the building And I'm feeling myself ♪

A suit does a lot for an image, Tariq.

But it won't fool the people still watching your every move.

I mean, I made it this far, right?

And the suit ain't complete without a watch,

so, uh, I'm wondering, you got a guy for that?

You got money?

Money.

Business is booming.

Boom.

How is it at Stansfield?

It's nice, yeah.

And how's moving product up there?

You haven't started it yet?

Is this some Tariq bullshit?

Effie, come on, that's not like you.

No.

These are ready to go. I'll see you later, okay?

This is you getting off real easy for Zeke and Dru.

Wow. It's like that?

♪ Talk stupid Off with your head ♪

- ♪ Nigga, money talks... ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm so Young Money Got a drum on the gun ♪

- ♪ Energizer Bunny ♪

♪ Funny how honey Ain't sweet like sugar ♪

♪ Ain't shit sweet, niggas On the street like hookers ♪

♪ I... ♪

Shit. Another one?

♪ Every day, every day ♪

♪ Fuck what anybody say ♪

♪ Can't see 'em 'Cause the money in the way ♪

♪ Real nigga What's up, what's up? ♪

What the fuck is this?

I should be asking you the same thing.

You fucking kids took out Mecca and promised to fill his shoes.

And what's left over?

Half of last week's product.

I would say more like a third.

What?

Listen, everything will be gone

by the next time we see you, okay?

We just had some delays that we figured out.

We also been thinking about expanding.

What's this supposed to be?

A performance incentive to get this product moving.

A million dollars in hand next time I see you,

or she dies.

Next million, Richie Rich's folks.

And we respect our elders, so we'll do Granny last.

You're not off the hook, Little Orphan Annie.

You fuck up,

these fools here die.

Are... we... clear?

Crystal.

So, yeah, uh, about those plans, 'Riq?

Oh.

Nice digs.

Your boss must really believe in this case, huh?

It's not a big vote of confidence.

DEA has us on a very short leash.

And the assholes at the precinct

won't give me access to Ramirez's phone, so...

So glad you could come, Sullivan.

Okay, I was working a CI, and you work for me.

Now, this blue-wall bullshit

definitely means they think he's guilty.

That's what I said.

I mean, they're not gonna risk his reputation or their own.

And, look, without records, we cannot prove

a conspiratorial link with Monet,

unless I go in and turn some screws.

Absolutely not. Monet's smart.

You could blow the entire investigation.

And Monet's not our only way in.

Tariq is critical to this RICO.

Okay, you know what?

What is with you two and this fucking kid, okay?

Monet killed Carrie.

She was one of us. Remember?

Okay, um, just take it easy

'cause you're getting real emotional right now.

Carrie's death is officially a suicide.

We need to focus on the murders

that show an effort to protect the drug-dealing enterprise.

Like Dante Spears, Lauren Baldwin...

Uh, that-that was a car accident.

Maybe we need to look into that a little deeper.

Yeah, I fuckin' agree.

Okay, before we go digging up closed cases,

let's use our limited resources on our open murders

and finding out where the fuck

they're getting their drugs now, so...

Man up, Whitman. Do the job.

I'm the emotional one?

'Cause it sure seems like you two have a boner

for this St. Patrick kid.

I really thought we was gonna be

on top of this shit,

but Mecca's operation must've been pretty fucking huge.

How we gonna move all this product?

Yeah, seeing Diana's picture was fucking next level.

It means they know where to find us, too.

Yep. And my grandmother.

I can't let anything happen to her, man.

She's the only family I got other than you and B.

'Riq, I need to tell you something,

but I don't want you to freak out.

Talk to me.

I wanna start moving weight at Stansfield.

Wait, what? Are you crazy, Effie?

It's too hot, after Brayden's confession, my shit.

- You're buggin'. - Well, but not for me, though.

And it'd just be a side hustle.

You know, I step on the product here,

these stupid-ass kids won't know the difference,

and it won't cut into what we owe Noma.

First of all, what do you need a side hustle for?

Well, since I started selling,

I've always had a safety number in mind...

enough for college, grad school.

Okay, so you're saving your money.

That's why you're driving that beat-up car.

Hey, at least I got one.

And 12 don't even look twice when I roll past.

You know, I never really thought about it...

You just bein' out here on your own like that.

So I get it.

Maybe you should start moving that shit out here,

make a few extra bucks.

You mean it?

Yeah.

If anyone's smart enough to not get caught,

it's definitely you.

- Thank you, Salim. - Mm-hmm.

All right. So let's get started, huh?

Human capital.

Can anybody tell me what that means?

Diana.

To me, it means keeping people around so you can use them.

Okay. Give me an example.

Uh, let's take my family, for instance.

The minute I wasn't useful to them,

they didn't wanna have anything to do with me.

Sorry to hear that.

Thanks.

Any other perspectives?

Perhaps from the assigned reading.

Thomas.

Human capital is the economic value

of a worker's skills and experience

to their employer.

So you're saying that those with less access

to those requisites are less valued.

And those with access get to abuse everyone else

due to their lack of options.

I guess you'd know all about that, right?

How many people has your family used

to get your name on the auditorium

or you in that seat?

I don't think my family was a topic

in the assigned reading.

Shouldn't we be asking if anyone can actually be used?

You know, in capitalism, all work is contractual.

People get paid based on what they contribute.

You know, even if it's a small amount,

it's still more than what they could do for themselves.

But what if it's a lie?

Like when someone tells you something isn't valuable

just so they can take it for themselves?

Ooh, now, that shit sounds hella personal.

Well, I agree it's in a corporation's best interest

to never let a worker know how much they're worth.

Damn, that's messed up because workers will just

undercut each other for a job.

Like you undercut me for that Tate internship.

Excuse me?

Look, Tate said no. Then he said yes.

You want answers, you need to look inside first.

Okay, okay.

It may get personal in here,

but it will always be respectful.

Understood?

- Yes, ma'am. - Yes.

Okay. Let's get back on topic.

Human capital.

I see where you're comin' from now in class

about being used by your family.

I Googled your dad...

Wait, you did what?

I like you, Diana.

And I wanna know you more.

But your father's charges...

The... the drugs and manslaughter

overturned on a technicality?

That's a lot.

Okay, Salim, but you could've asked me,

and I would've told you that's not who I am.

I'm here at Stansfield because I wanna be.

You didn't have to Google me to find out.

I...

Why is that brother starin' at you?

That's my actual brother.

- Yeah. - Oh. Okay.

Cane, what are you doing here?

What? Can't check up on my baby sis?

Huh? See who you been kicking it with lately?

Who's the holy hotep?

The name's Salim.

Salim Ashe Freeman.

That shit sounds made the fuck up, my brother.

Okay, um...

Salim, just give me a second,

and I'll be in there, all right?

Family stuff.

- Remember? - Sure.

Cane...

- Here, take this. - Uh...

Seriously? What the fuck, Cane?

I don't need that.

And why are you even here?

If it's for a re-up, go handle your business

and stay the fuck out of mine.

Whoa, relax, Stella, okay?

I'm not here to fuck up your groove.

And this ain't about a re-up.

Campus is hot as fuck right now, thanks to Tariq.

Hmm.

I'm here for you, D.

You good?

Yeah. I'm good.

What you know about brother Salim?

He's just my TA and my boss, nothing else.

Your... your boss?

Like a nine to five?

Like a...

Nah. I can't let you

go out like that, D.

Here, take this.

Listen...

I know how hard this shit can get, okay?

Come on by the penthouse, have dinner.

I'll text you.

- Okay. - All right?

- Mm-hmm. - Careful.

- Yep. - Love you.

Cop bar's up the block.

I'm on duty.

Water's fine, though.

Although i-it does look like you could use the business.

Light crowd.

I guess a gang drive-by does that, huh?

Hey, how's, uh... How's Dru, by the way?

- Like you give a fuck. - Hmm.

Maybe I'll just ask him myself.

While I'm here...

I wanna give you a chance to end all this.

You'll come in. We'll have a nice talk.

No need to bring your lawyer,

unless you want him to see you confess to Carrie's murder.

The door's where you left it.

You know, I am really starting to love these chats.

And the bar looks great.

It's like it was never a crime scene.

I'll be sure to look up the name of your contractor.

Call me.

No need to worry about that "who killed Zeke" shit.

And all that callin' and hangin' up you was doing...

Don't do that again.

- It's been handled. - Uh...

Mrs. Tejada, I'm happy to hear

that you found a sense of peace,

but I never called you.

Look, if you ain't got shit, it's cool.

Just don't lie to me.

Satisfied?

No.

That's not all I'm here about.

He came by the bar.

Said if I come in for a talk, he goes away.

No.

No. That's not how this works.

You got a mouth on you,

and you are not going anywhere near his ass.

Does it look like I'm asking you for permission?

Look, I need to know how exposed my family is.

Me, Cane...

you.

Okay.

But if we do this...

you need to do exactly as I say.

All right.

Ditch that old burner.

Call me with a time.

Fuck.

How'd you get Diana into this?

Hey, I didn't get anyone into shit, okay?

Ma put that bullet into Mecca...

Or Dante, whatever the fuck his name was, he's dead.

So now we're all in this together.

Now, I got a plan that's gonna get us in the clear.

Obviously, it's a lot of eyes on us.

So, when I show up, you need to do what I say

and take what I give you.

- Do you hear me? - Do I hear you?

Who the fuck died and made you king?

You want me to handle this, or you got it?

Listen to your brother, D.

We haven't been careful with the company we keep

at the school.

You must be talking about Everett.

Really, Di?

What I'm saying is, whatever we do,

we gotta look out for each other.

As I was saying, we got a little time

to move a lot of weight,

or Noma's coming after all of us.

And it seems Uncle Frank's boys

got something good going in Brooklyn.

Yeah, moving product for the Russians.

They don't need us.

Not to mention what we did to their pops.

Which is why we take them out.

Make what's theirs ours,

then go after the rest of the borough.

Kill Frank's sons...

Guillermo, Gordo, Gilberto?

Nigga, I know they fuckin' name.

So just because we aren't as close to them

as we were when we were kids, you would do that shit?

They're still like family.

What, that don't mean shit right now?

Okay.

How about how dumb it would be to bring all that heat on us

from the Castillos...

and their people?

The connect's? 12?

Look...

we don't have the bodies for a war right now.

Did you just put your phone down to bitch,

or do you have a solution?

We take out their connect.

Then we become the connect.

Simple.

They take a short-term hit

till they're up and moving our product.

Then, with all of us,

taking over Brooklyn should be easy.

Force their hand.

That way, everybody's eating off a bigger plate... smart.

But if the Russians think the Castillos

- made a move on them... - Or went behind their back

and fucked with their business...

All right, y'all relax.

I got it. I'm calling the plays.

Excuse you?

I think papi should handle that call.

I said I got it.

Pa.

It's Cane's call.

His plan.

We're gonna do what he says.

Power to the people.

Back in the day,

before John Lennon appropriated it,

it meant something different.

Commerce is in a state of revolution,

and I like to think of it as power of the people.

So he's one of the richest Black men in the country.

In the world.

Okay.

This is Elpis.

It's a gathering

of the world's most influential people,

and he's got them eating out of his fucking hand.

I mean, he's making sense.

To adapt...

Yeah, my uncle's here to meet him.

Maybe we will, too.

It's a bad idea, Lucas.

He'll see right through it, deny you,

and it'll turn off all the other investors.

Don't make this about my bottom line.

This is a personal issue, so say it.

- I'm not comfortable with this. - That's fine.

Enjoy the spa package and find your way home.

Wow.

I guess one Black face is as good as another.

Looking sharp, boys.

Come sit with me.

RSJ's looking for someone

to assist with managing his investments.

He has flirted with the country's top five firms,

but, so far, ghosted all of them.

Why does he need help?

Money's only freedom when you set yourself free.

And hand the burden to someone else to handle.

To me.

And his trust in Weston Holdings

would attract a whole new class of clients.

Clients like who?

The fuck-the-world rich.

He'll come to us.

Here we go.

Lucas, it's good to see you.

RSJ.

This is my associate, Tariq, Brayden.

You got two minutes.

I've noticed that you, uh, have been rather selective

with who you allow to invest with you.

Not a lot of oxygen on the mountaintop, RSJ.

I only take investors with resilience and balls.

That right? Because a number of the people you turned away

are close friends.

I'm curious...

is there a racial motivation?

The list of people I've turned away is long

and includes people of all stripes and persuasions,

I promise you.

You're getting my attention by denying my friends.

- Do I have it? - It's a risky move.

No risk, no reward.

I'll be in New York soon.

Let's set up a more formal meeting.

- I look forward to it. - Mm-hmm.

Hey, can I ask you a question?

You just did.

About your speech.

I was actually pretty interested in what you said

about economy of scale,

and I was wondering if you could elaborate.

In its most simple way,

if a company's big enough to sacrifice some profit

and provide a more affordable product,

they undercut the market.

A thousand cheap customers

would bring in way more scale profit

than 100 high-end customers.

We're just ants on a hill.

Mm, makes sense. Thank you.

You do know why Lucas brought you in here today, right?

Oh, yeah.

- So I could appeal to you. - Ah.

Straightforward... I like that.

Just make sure you're using them

as much as they're using you.

I got to meet RSJ, right?

That's right.

- What's your name? - I'm Tariq St. Patrick.

Good to meet you, Tariq.

Likewise.

Ho. Hey, don't duck me.

What the fuck do you think you're doing here?

We're promoting our currency to next-level consumers.

You mean looking for a new influx of cash

'cause nobody wants your bunk crypto coin.

I promise you, once virality hits,

it'll take off overnight.

You've already burned through my ICO capital.

You have one month before I call in your debt

and find a Third World country that needs a donation.

Now get out of here.

Jesus, the shadiest people I've ever dealt with are in crypto,

and I've had oil stakes in Libya.

Weston Holdings owns those guys?

Mm, CrashCoin.

It's work about a trillionth of a cent.

Those crooks conned me into paying for their white paper,

but they're not about shit.

Someone out there is making something out of nothing.

It's just not me.

All right, boys, the chopper's on the pad.

Let's go.

So we've talked.

We're done with this harassment of Mrs. Tejeda?

Well, talking involves a back-and-forth,

reciprocation.

She hasn't said a word.

Doing as told, I'm sure.

Well, my client has nothing to add

to your witch hunt.

So, if that's all,

we appreciate you coming, Detective.

You know, I did reach out to LeShaun,

or his old, uh, foreman, that is,

'cause he hasn't seen him since repairing your bar.

Just vanished.

Well, I mean two thirds of contractors are crooks.

He skipped town.

So, unless you have proof of correlation...

And a number of people who visit the Tejadas' bar...

They disappear shortly after.

Got some pictures for you.

This vehicle, taken on a cam right outside your bar,

is registered to Rico Barnes...

Known dealer.

Missing, but presumed dead.

Same street... this truck is headed to your bar.

Less than an hour later, it's leaving.

That one was found with Joseph Parks,

street name D.C. Joe... Also known dealer.

Dead in the driver's seat.

That sounds like fucking correlation to me.

Aren't there better uses of police hours

than scouring traffic cams?

Like finding the Guap that killed Zeke.

I'm sorry.

I was not aware that a GTG member

was involved in Zeke's death.

You care to elaborate?

No?

I'll just do my job, look into it.

You know, I always assumed

that your nephew, or son...

Zeke, he caught a bullet meant for Dante Spears.

Case of mistaken identity.

But now...

I'm really starting to think that...

he was gonna rat your ass out

and run away with Dante Spears, and-and you killed him.

I did everything for Zeke!

Like stringing up Carrie so he could find her?

Cane help you out with that?

Is that why you gave him the penthouse?

- That was Zeke's inheritance. - Fuck you.

Quit trying to lay your jealous-ass guilt trip on me

because you couldn't protect yo' bitch.

You the type that'd kill her

and try to blame the shit on me.

All right, that's enough.

Enough.

We're done.

What the hell was that?

We agreed you'd let me handle it.

We didn't agree to shit.

You said what you said. I said what I said.

Yes, and now his pussy-whipped ass

is about to go look into GTG about Zeke's death.

Should we be worried?

I mean, about that or all of his talk

about Dante Spears?

You tell me.

You think he knows about the money for Zeke's defense?

Look, clearly this motherfucker is on one.

We need to take his ass down.

I can file a harassment claim with the NYPD,

but they cover their own.

And you're no angel, so it won't stick.

But it creates a record

for a pattern of, uh, obsessive behavior

that we can use to discredit him.

Look, this shit better work.

It will. It will.

But you need to keep it spotless.

If he's working with the Feds,

you'd be just the first domino to fall.

Fuck.

We need to talk to Tariq.

Oh, God.

- Hey. - Hey.

What the fuck is this?

Is that your first paycheck?

Seems like a reason

- to celebrate. - Mm-mm.

I'll split it with you if you get the next order.

Nah, girl, this little-ass check

ain't nothing to celebrate.

But...

where'd you get it?

I heard things dried up around here

after your brother and all.

Yeah, that's what both he and Effie told me,

but no way this isn't them.

Facts.

I don't know who they think they fooling.

Yeah.

Yeah, this place is part

of the Weston portfolio.

I-I went into the database and just listed it as leased.

We're good. Can we please talk

about how we're gonna move all this product?

What's that legal drug these motherfuckers

bring into every building on Wall Street

every single day?

I don't know. Ritalin? Adderall?

No, nigga. Caffeine.

Okay, so they're running coffee.

Who the fuck cares?

Yeah, we're gonna do the same thing.

We run our product through coffee orders.

We send our delivery boys with cups with false bottoms

with the product right in there.

They can walk right in.

Okay, but we can't just kill

every drug dealer on Wall Street.

They'll know there's competition.

Obviously we can't do that,

but we can sell better product at a better price...

Undercut the competition, maneuver their customers.

The rate that we'll be moving all of this shit,

we won't even notice a dip in the profit.

Okay, I like it, but how do we collect?

I mean, all those individual orders,

exposed bullpens...

You know hand-to-hands are a bitch.

Hmm.

Yeah, you right. I don't know.

Shit can't get too sticky.

Maybe we make them pay online, but...

What, with credit cards?

You know what?

I think I actually might have an idea, but...

...dare I say it, we're gonna have

to talk to our partners about this one.

Yeah, it's just like a Wall Street CourseCorrect,

but instead of tutoring,

we sell the motherfuckers coffee.

People make their orders online,

and we deliver straight to their desks

with our product hidden in the cups.

Nice work, Tariq.

Making them real Starbucks now.

Mm-hmm.

But if any of these Wall Street niggas

decide to use their credit card,

that can lead right back to Flat White

and Macchiato here.

Well, that's why we keep those transactions separate.

First they buy our crypto coins online.

One dollar equals one coin.

I mean, no one's gonna blink

at investors speculating, right?

Once the coin's bought,

it remains completely anonymous.

Then they use that coin to buy coffee through the app.

If anything's traced, it'll just lead back

to our investors at CrashCoin.

The best part is,

the money's already fuckin' laundered.

And if any of them decides to talk,

you gonna handle that, right, Belfort?

And not ask one of us to do it.

I mean, these guys are low-key criminals.

All they really care about is the percentage.

They're not gonna talk.

Listen, we got our shit handled.

How y'all handing y'all shit over there?

Oh, we handling this shit the old-fashioned way...

Niggas with guns.

We're meeting up with some of our old folks,

Uncle Frank's boys, to get shit handled.

Uncle Frank?

The same rat-ass nigga I met at your mom's house?

Hey, if they're anything like their old man,

it's gonna be a Castillo family reunion.

But for now, take out their connect,

force them to use us,

then we use them to take Brooklyn.

All right, so that's it, then.

Y'all go ahead and day-trade and barista,

and we'll take the streets.

Yeah.

Ah, shit, I gotta take this.

Yeah, I'm out, too.

All right, I'ma just chop it up with Brayden real quick.

I'm good.

I'll link up with you later, 'Riq.

All right.

What up, my guy?

What are we doin'? We hitting a jewelry store?

Goin' to a trap house? What's good?

You're killing the connect.

He's Russian. You're white.

Ah, using the race card. I get it. I get it.

No, it's called an alibi, stupid, okay?

Castillos can't think it was us,

and the Russians can't think it was them.

Okay, well, this all seems pretty high-stakes.

Why are you always coming to me for this...

Just shut the fuck up and listen.

Yeah, I-I got you. Mm-hmm.

You're gonna wait around back of his church

and pop him once he leaves Mass.

- It's simple. - Church?

Dude, I went to a Catholic middle school.

Ah, fuck.

I am really going to fuckin' hell, huh?

Oh, your seat's already reserved,

especially after you killing your bestie's girlfriend.

This right here should be easy, right?

Yeah, fuck it. Say less.

- My guy. - All right.

I'll catch up with you later.

Monet?

What's going on?

The cop that pulled Zeke in is trying to pin

that professor bitch's death on me.

- Detective Whitman, right? - Yeah.

Seems you were right about those eyes on the penthouse.

Whitman's grudge has him digging all up

in Dante Spears' shit.

And with what he knows, he could have help.

Shit, I mean, if he's on Monet about Dante,

then he's definitely onto me.

Motherfucker been sniffing around Stansfield

for all them bodies, too.

- Yeah, I'll take care of him. - No.

I have a plan to take him out of play.

Just...

keep your distance from Monet and the penthouse until then.

Keep your head on a swivel.

Always.

What's up with him?

How'd it go with Cane?

Tell him.

He wants me to off that connect.

Why?

It's payback for Dru helping us with the personal trainer.

But why the fuck didn't he ask me?

You ain't never killed nobody before.

Tejadas need an alibi, so it needs to be a white guy.

I don't know, B. This is a big fuckin' move.

I think we should figure out a different way.

Fuck, no. Cane's right. It's gotta be him.

Brayden, you were gonna have to man up at some point.

Yeah, yeah, you're right. Bet.

We'll be there to back you up.

Yeah, 100%.

All right, look, I'ma go grab us some guns,

come back, meet up with y'all.

We'll figure this shit out, okay?

Mm-hmm.

Are you gonna be able to do it this time?

Do I have a choice?

What was I supposed to do? They invited me.

This harassment filing says you badgered her at her own bar.

- It's a fucking drug front. - What did you ask her about?

You didn't mention Dante Spears, did you?

Oh, puta madre.

Look, this... This harassment charge,

this isn't gonna stick.

Yeah, but you lied to us.

You used us to get to Monet,

and you didn't give a shit about our investigation.

And now that you mentioned Dante Spears,

she knows exactly what we're after.

And if she knows, Tariq knows.

I know your boss personally.

You'll be suspended by the morning.

Ask me how many fucks I give.

Good luck with your RICO. You're gonna need it.

Fuckin' A.

It's my fault for bringing him in.

I'm sorry.

No, he's a loose cannon.

And Monet's Teflon.

We need to prove that she and Tariq

are in a criminal conspiracy together.

- Fuck. - I have an idea.

You're not gonna like it.

So, transferring to Stansfield, huh?

Was that just another one of your scams?

- My scams? - Yeah.

What are you talking about? Who am I scamming?

You?

This can't be about product, so it's gotta be about Tariq.

Were you hoping to find him up here?

This is about all y'all lying to me about everything.

Acting like nobody's moving weight on Stansfield

because it's too hot?

From the looks of things, obviously it's not.

- When did I say that? - Oh, you didn't.

- Cane did. - Well, there you go.

That's your problem.

I'm not the one lying to you, so are we cool here or what?

But you are the one who told me fucking with Tariq

was a bad look.

- Looks are deceiving, I guess. - Yeah.

I did, and I meant that shit for you.

He didn't see you how you saw him.

Tariq and I, we're just...

we're just different.

Seriously, Di...

I was just trying to help you not get hurt.

You could have told me.

Yeah. And that's my bad.

But I'm not fightin' over no nigga, so...

he doesn't have to come between us.

You should work with us.

We could use you.

Effie, I ain't trying to fight over a nigga either,

especially Tariq.

But I'm definitely not about to work with y'all.

I'm good.

- You good? - Yeah.

On your candy-store salary?

Yep. On my candy-store salary.

I never wanted my family's life anyway.

Y'all two can have it.

So you the white boy Davis has on my case.

Yeah, yeah, I am white.

Uh, but Cooper's fine, Theo.

Cooper Saxe.

I'm really, really sorry

to hear about your medical situation.

- My uncle was diag... - Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Do I look like your therapist?

Don't you have some lawyering you came here for?

Just establishing rapport, but, yes.

You know, I really, uh, just had two questions.

Uh, one... how tall are you, Mr. Rollins?

What the fuck kinda question is that?

Well, it's just your... Your medical records

list you at, uh, five feet, 11 inches,

but the public defender's report

states that the assailant... Six-three, six-four.

W-were you aware of this?

Uh, maybe you were wearing lifts that night?

I don't judge.

Of course I didn't know.

Why would I take that deal if I did?

See? Th-th-th-that...

That was my next question.

Right there...

proof you knew of the height discrepancy.

But why go along with it?

Were you coerced?

Or...

maybe you were protecting someone.

Who were you with that night?

I don't care what that says.

Bitch ain't say shit about height.

But I'll let my brother know you stopped by.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

it's time for my Jell-O, motherfucker.

So...

who was that lovely lady I met you with?

Oh, Angela? Oh, no, no, no.

That was just, uh, you know, a date.

- You know? Nothing serious. - A d...

You brought a date to a memorial?

- I... - Rashad.

Come on.

Did somebody advise you to do that?

Honestly...

you're the only real relationship I've ever had.

- Oh, stop it. - I'm serious.

- Stop. - No, no, no.

I mean, after that, uh,

might I remind you, when you broke up with me...

You remember how you left me high and dry?

- Shut up. - Just broke a brother...

- Okay. All right. - Completely down?

- So true, true. That's true. - I, um...

I just put all my energy into my work,

my career.

Maybe too much.

I'm really, uh...

I'm really happy to see you.

Yeah.

Me too.

I missed you.

You missed me?

Yeah.

Hey, pendejo.

What's going on?

Uh, it's just the way us cops greet each other.

Uh, sorry, Harper,

but I'm gonna have to catch up with you a little bit later.

- You okay? - Yeah. Always.

I'll call you right after.

- Okay. - All right.

See you.

Wow. She's so far out of your league,

you two dating should be illegal.

I like a nice challenge.

Ah, I see that you have... made new friends, Jenny.

Yeah. And we're concerned.

You know, for a candidate

running on an anti-drug platform,

you seem to know a lot of drug dealers.

Ladies, I don't know who you're disparaging,

but if they're drug dealers,

isn't your job to convict them?

You perjured yourself on both our cases, Rashad.

And we can't find anything that'll stick.

I mean, that takes talent, dirtbag talent.

You might make a great congressman.

- "Might"? - It's really hard to quantify

what gives someone that winning edge.

Or what fucks them up the ass.

You know, the eye of the law and the public eye,

they play by such different rules.

Oh, you know me.

I'm always on the side of justice.

Tariq St. Patrick.

St. Patrick...

yeah, well, he came to me for an internship.

I turned him away.

Uh, he took an internship elsewhere...

Weston Holdings.

Yeah, but it shouldn't be anything illegal, of course,

because he's just working with an old friend of his...

Brayden Weston,

the kid who actually confessed to being the drug dealer.

Right?

Right. Yeah.

Well, we'll be in touch, Rashad.

Hey, um, did you order these pierogies?

Fuck off.

It's just a question.

Come on, B, do that shit.

Could you help me out? It's a gig economy.

He can't do this shit.

You have to give him a chance.

This your car?

Uh, yeah, see, uh,

they don't tip if the pierogies aren't hot, so...

Move your fucking car.

Wai...

Let's get the fuck out of here.

We need a table, please.

We don't do walk-ins.

Thank you.

Holy shit, that was intense.

Yeah. Y'all good?

Yeah, fine. Totally. Sure.

Yeah.

I just really thought I could pull the trigger,

but I fucking froze, like Elsa.

Yeah, Elsa would have pulled the fucking trigger, Brayden.

- You're not helping, Effie. - Listen, don't trip.

We all got our skills, all right?

And as a family, we watch each other's back,

and we play our parts.

That's how it goes.

You literally saved my life, 'Riq.

That's what I'm here for, B. You're my brother.

I'ma do what has to be done, always.

Look, that's not the last we heard

of the Russians, though, all right?

We gotta keep our fucking heads on a swivel.

- Mm. - Facts.

I'll be right back.

Fuck.

Okay.

Look, you know, with the Russians

out of Cane and Dru's way

and, you know, our...

Our Wall Street plan coming together,

I really think we can hit Noma's quota.

Man, Tariq, this is a shit ton of product.

Yes, which means a shit ton of money.

And now that I don't gotta pay for Davis

or cop my mom any little petty favors...

Look, with all this money coming in,

we're gonna hit your number faster than you think.

Maybe.

I don't like to count on shit.

Mm. I feel you.

I mean, but when you do hit your number, what you think?

You... you outta this or what?

Tariq, you just killed a man.

Do you really wanna be looking over your shoulder

for the rest of your life?

But what if we don't gotta look over our shoulders, Effie?

We could watch each other's back,

just like my mom and my dad.

- But smarter. - Tariq, I...

Listen...

if you met my mom,

which you will, you know, if everything goes

the way it's supposed to go,

you'll see that she was the fuckin' mastermind

behind all of this shit.

She had everything figured out.

It was my dad that fucked everything up.

All right? But I'm not like my dad.

I'm smarter than him. I'm better than him, Effie.

So what?

We gonna be like the Stansfield Bonnie and Clyde?

Fuck, no.

We gonna be like Thomasine and Bushrod.

Who the fuck are they?

Listen, it's an old-ass classic, and it's fire.

It was actually my mom's favorite.

Mm. You're crazy.

You know that, right?

A little bit.

Remember the G's right, Dru?

Looks like you grew up.

You too.

Used to be, uh...

Fat.

Yeah, I got a trainer.

So...

Cane, all of that still doesn't explain how our connect

catches a bullet right when you're coming to us

with this chance of a lifetime.

What's there to explain?

We heard about your predicament,

and we come to you with a solve.

Everybody wins here.

Nah, ain't nobody agreed to a damn thing yet.

- One of you did that shit. - How?

It's a whole lot of melanin in here.

From what I heard, it was a white boy who did it.

Could've been one of his own people.

No.

No, his people say the shooter was Black...

like you, Cane.

Come on, man, you really think I set you up like that?

That ain't even my style.

It's too messy.

I would've just popped each of you and moved in.

That what you did here?

You just shot the last tenant and you moved in?

Cane was with me bagging product all night...

for our crews downtown.

Yeah, and I did most of it while Dru here

was chasing ass on his damn phone.

Where you hear about a white dude?

I'm telling y'all, something ain't right.

I heard it...

from some stupid kid.

But you know what? It doesn't matter...

because this is the way it should be.

Our families working on bigger things together.

Your father would've loved it that way.

Exactly.

Family first.

All right.

Come on.

I put my son Cane in charge of the business.

Fuck this.

And if majority rules, who wasn't in favor?

It doesn't matter.

Everyone was heard, right, Gordo?

It was a group decision, and we all stand by it.

You good with that?

I love it.

So, fellas, how do we celebrate getting money together?

Nah, maybe another time.

I'll be in touch.

So Cane is in charge now all of a sudden?

There's some bullshit going on between you two.

Beautifully done, Pops.

Hey, you a damn good actor, man.

I'm going home, Cane.

Hold up.

You really held it down back there.

But that, uh...

"stupid kid"

and family-first shit with Dru

felt extra,

so I'ma need you to move extra weight.

Give Mom a hug for me.

Ah...

You visited Theo Rollins.

Oh, you mean your brother.

I did.

Why do you ask, Davis?

Yes, Cooper, Theo is my brother.

Why do you think this was so important to me?

Now, I would've told you sooner...

Cut the bullshit, Davis.

You know, before visiting Theo,

I stopped by the, uh, public defender's office.

Stand up straight, you're what,

uh, six-two, six-three?

Yeah.

You know, I have a brother, too,

but I wouldn't let him sit in prison

for a crime I did.

You don't think I wanted to confess, hmm?

Hell, I tried.

But our family made a choice, or rather Theo did.

Come on. Seriously?

You could've got this whole case tossed.

I was 21, Cooper.

Just got accepted to Columbia Law.

I didn't know the system like I do now.

All right? Then they...

they pushed that deal on us.

Look, no way in hell I'd have let Theo sign that

if I knew what would happen.

Well...

it makes sense that they would escalate charges

- and apply plea pressure. - Yes.

The victim was a cop's brother.

But I'd bet that if they redacted the files like that...

evidence was also tampered with.

See, this is why I need you.

You know how your old office works,

how they use innocent people of color

to cover their own bullshit.

You can expose it all, Cooper...

and save my brother's life.

I can't believe I agree with you.

I'm gonna help you get Theo out.

Yes.

Fuck.

Um, come in.

Papi, I wasn't expecting you.

You busy?

Uh, yeah, uh...

More family stuff.

I'll talk to you later, I guess.

Yeah.

What's going on, papi? Is it Cane?

The way he's been acting...

Noma's got your brother thinking he's fucking Mecca,

and he's in way over his head.

I'm doing all I can to protect us,

to protect you, all of this.

But you were right.

I need your help.

I hate askin',

especially knowing how much trouble

Tariq brought to this place.

Yeah.

Cane said Stansfield was too hot right now.

He ain't wrong, but we don't have a choice.

So...

if you keep your circle tight and you're careful,

this new job that you got is the perfect cover.

Okay.

I'll do it.

I'm sorry, mamita,

but I wouldn't be asking if I didn't have to.

I can handle it.

You and Ma taught me everything.

Okay.

I'm proud of you.

I know.

Be safe.

Yo, why the fuck am I still looking at this cop?

You said you was gonna handle this.

And I am.

Like I said, our harassment claim

wouldn't solve the problem, but we stirred the pot.

It seems our boy was put on desk duty.

Well, unless his desk is my curb, you ain't handled shit.

Okay, don't... don't do that, Mrs. Tejada, all right?

I will handle this...

if you stick to the plan.

Get a record of every time he shows up,

and we'll get him off the streets.

Yeah, a'ight.

Let's see what we got.

Okay.

Oh, this shit is pretty slick.

Yeah. You could fit a few grams in there...

Pills, vials, weed, all that shit.

Yeah, online site's up.

Links to No Cap, All Frap have been sent out

to our Weston Holding customers.

Then they'll be able to buy CrashCoin

in exchange for coffee, and once the word gets out...

- It's fuckin' over. - Yes, sir.

Wait, am I reading this right?

There's orders coming in already.

Coming in hot.

Damn.

And Noma might not kill us.

Man, where the fuck are these Jamaica Ave boys

with the beans?

Yo.

This is pretty smart, Brayden,

I mean, for you.

Okay, well, we needed all of us,

including Tariq.

Did you have something to do with Tariq

losing his Tate internship?

I did what I needed to do.

Brayden.

You know he's gonna completely flip his shit

when he finds out.

You can't just lie to him like that.

Oh?

You had no problem lying

when I wanted to tell Tariq about Lauren.

Now all of a sudden, it's a problem?

Besides, this is just a little white-collar lie.

- Mm. - See what I did there?

Hmm.

For, like, two seconds, you were cool.

Just help me unload this shit.

Mm-hmm.

Are you good?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Tell Tariq I'll be back. I'll be back.

Cane, what the fuck?

Unless you got a thing for blackface,

I know you didn't pull that fucking trigger.

Now, I told you needed to do this, not Tariq.

Okay, it wasn't... Tariq wasn't even there.

Okay, let's say I believe that.

Then who's the dumb motherfucker

you hired to kill the connect? And you better not fucking lie.

Cane, I didn't hire anyone,

but he's dead, so it's all good, right?

Nah, it's not all good.

Nah, this is twice I told you to end someone.

Now, if this random motherfucker did this one

and you called Dru to do the trainer,

who the fuck killed snitch bitch, huh?

Or is she still breathing?

Okay, okay, Cane.

Cane, are you fucking kidding me?

You saw the news. Lauren's dead.

Yeah, I saw the news, and we both know

you didn't do the shit, so who did it?

- I need a name now, Brayden. - Your hands are clean.

If I give you a name, you might as well have done it yourself.

Okay.

I want you to know you almost got us all fucked up.

Now, your ass still owes me a body

that I intend to collect.

- Do you hear me? - Yes, Cane.

Now get the fuck outta here

while I'm still feeling generous.

Yo, Effie. Where you at? We need to talk.

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I get the job done ♪

♪ I am the one Behind the gun ♪

♪ It's up, play with the boy And get stuck ♪

♪ Make sure To button up, tuck ♪

♪ With Norm McCaskey ♪

♪ I be gettin' nasty ♪

♪ Do the job if you ask me ♪

♪ Boy, I'ma get nasty ♪

♪ I play with that eye Like a golfer ♪

♪ I leave you swimmin' With the dolphins ♪

♪ All that talkin' I'm off it ♪

♪ Leave it leakin' Like faucet ♪

♪ Uh-huh, seven digits Can't stand for the pin-up ♪

♪ I pull up and get up ♪

♪ Make it look Like you doin' a sit-up ♪

♪ It'll work For a couple of minutes ♪

♪ I am done with the talkin' ♪

♪ It's a dead man walkin' ♪

♪ It's the bread man Stalkin' ♪

♪ I see it too damn often ♪

♪ I really don't do well With feelings ♪

♪ I don't move Unless it by the millions ♪

♪ We ain't out here As regular civilians ♪

♪ We comin' inside Through the ceilings ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I get the job done ♪

♪ I am the one Behind the gun ♪

♪ It's up, play with the boy And get stuck ♪

♪ Make sure To button up, tuck ♪

♪ With Norm McCaskey ♪

♪ I be gettin' nasty ♪

♪ Do the job if you ask me ♪

♪ Boy, I'ma get nasty ♪