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Previously on Ghost...

So what do you think we should do about Frank?

Family first, right? A snitch is a snitch.

Tell me who's calling you,

'cause I know you're hiding something from me.

- Have we, uh, moved forward on Rollins? - Not yet.

Uh, no. I can't keep this up anymore.

You're joking me, right?

Your parents think you're dead.

It's the only way to guarantee your safety

while I build my case.

That girl Effie? She tried to kill me.

You signed RSJ, the billionaire?

I did that shit.

First, they buy our crypto coins online.

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

This the motherfucker who killed Zeke.

The fuck I am.

What's up, Cane? You good?

Never been better, 'cause I know you killed Zeke.

Did you read this report you gave me?

It says Lorenzo Tejada's fingerprints

match the partial prints at Zeke's crime scene.

Do not jump to conclusions. Don't do anything.

The plug just dropped off a bunch of guns on us.

I know this crazy-ass white dude. He's always asking me for shit.

Set it up.

You're lucky you only got grazed. I ain't even know I was hit.

What business do you have with the Feds?

She's been pressuring me to help her solve her case.

- What case? - The murder of Dante Spears.

You know anything about that?

Do you know when Monet and Lorenzo won't be in the house?

I'll leave a key.

When you get to the house, check under the back doormat.

911, someone just broke into my house!

Please!

Look, don't do this.

There's no way you get away with this.

You tell that bitch Carrie I said what up.

♪ 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 ♪

Anything else, Nancy Drew?

What do you think Detective Whitman wanted?

Shit, fuck if I know.

Whitman's had it in for my family ever since he found out

Zeke was sleeping with the professor.

He stalked me, harassed me, vandalized my car.

Which is all documented, as you know, Ms. Sullivan.

I was scared for my life.

I didn't know what this fool was gonna do to my daughter.

My client has the right to protect her home

and her family from trespassers in the state of New York.

Are you done?

One more thing, Mrs. Tejada.

How did you have time to grab your gun

when Detective Whitman charged at you?

Why are you treating my wife like she's the suspect?

She... she's the victim.

I almost lost her and my daughter

because you couldn't keep a maniac on his leash.

I mean...

I heard his voice after I heard my daughter scream.

I went to grab my gun before I approached him.

I'm glad I did, because if I hadn't...

She'd probably be dead.

And to answer your next question,

yes, her firearm is registered.

Oh, trust me. I've already looked into that.

Good.

Just so I can cross check...

I think my client has given you and your team

plenty to work with.

Her and her mother's stories align.

Uh, you should, uh, have everything you need.

- You okay? - Yeah.

Thank you for your time, Mrs. Tejada.

Yeah, yeah, you're welcome.

Everything should be back to normal by end of day.

Good, 'cause I'm tired of these people runnin' around my house

makin' my shit look hot.

Mm-hmm. Well, you shot a cop, so your shit is hot.

Be careful about your next few moves.

You never know who could be watching.

And make sure the rest of your family's alibis are tight

in case we have to go to court.

Wait. Whitman's file.

I got rid of that shit.

I don't want anyone to ever even know I had it.

I want this all behind me.

That's a good idea.

I mean, it was a stolen police file.

And, um...

Your questions about Lorenzo?

Well, you were right.

I was jumping to conclusions.

We all good.

Good.

Thank you, Salim. You're welcome.

Good morning, class!

Good morning. Good morning!

Okay, I know you all are familiar with Councilman Tate.

You mean future Congressman Tate?

Ah, that's the spirit! Thank you, BruShaundria.

Yes, yes, keep hope alive.

Okay, so here's here to help us with our topic today.

Uh, is America the land of rebirth,

redemption, and reinvention?

Well, second chances are the foundation of America.

Mm. - European settlers came here

in search of political and religious freedom.

- Reinvention. And... - And in the process,

took the land of the Indigenous.

Look, reinvention is a privilege

that was afforded based on who you are

and, well, let's just face it, the color of your skin.

Must everything be brought back to race?

Damn right.

You know, generations ago, my family came here...

- Please don't say it. - On the Mayflower.

He said it. He said it.

Let... let him finish. Let him finish.

Thank you.

Leaving Europe, their family,

and their language behind for a chance at a better life.

Why do you think America has the highest immigration rate?

America the idea and America the reality are two completely different beasts.

Facts.

I mean, the settlers taught us

that you have to take someone else's chance to get your own.

Inequality... that is the foundation of America, not redemption.

Hello?

Look at our prison system.

The incarcerated are told

they'll get a do-over after they do their time,

yet we stigmatize them and take away their voting rights

so they can't get jobs or housing.

What kind of second chance is that?

Sounds personal.

Ooh. - Maybe it is.

Is that a problem, Jackie?

You see that? That's the stigma that she's talking about.

Black Americans are incarcerated

at five time the rate of whites.

We can't have conversations about equity or redemption

without acknowledging race.

Yeah, I agree.

I mean, we all saw what happened to my brother last semester.

If he were BIPOC, he wouldn't be on Wall Street right now.

He'd be locked up with no chance at redemption.

You're talking about decisions people make,

not chances they're given.

Look, if second chances are so innately American,

don't we all deserve one despite our decisions?

Hmm.

Okay, so the words "we" and "all"

are used a lot in this country,

but who believes that only applies to a privileged few?

Uh, Professor Bennet?

Can I have a word? Excuse me.

Councilman Tate. Hey, Tariq.

I might have some useful information for you

based on our last conversation.

Really?

What kind of information might that be, young brother?

Information that your Fed friends might like.

I'm listening.

A'ight, the streets are saying International Guap killed Zeke.

Supposedly it's a get-back kill for all the bodies that dropped from GTG.

He's dead now.

The streets are saying this, huh?

Yeah.

You know, wrapping up the murder investigation

of New York's top NBA-bound college student

is exactly what they need for press right now,

seeing as Zeke is my generation's Len Bias.

Mm, all right. I appreciate that.

I, uh, will pass the information along.

Let me get up out of here. I'm running late.

KeKe, our resident tech investment guru,

has brought us a step closer to jumping in bed

with emerging Italian tech company Navona.

Yes, and with their newest products,

they are projected to be a giant in the industry

within the next two years.

And thanks to a little relationship-building,

we are first in line to invest.

RSJ, as our newest limited partner,

we wanted to give you the opportunity

to see the company and meet the primary players

before we consummate.

I'll be bringing Brayden along

to assist with whatever we need.

And we also thank you

for letting us use your jet so last-minute.

That's what it's there for.

Brayden and Tariq have pulled together some Navona research for us.

Yes, I translated some of their public statements

and their local assessments of management.

And it all matches KeKe's analysis.

I'm interested to see what I can get out of them face-to-face.

Tariq, you'll be there to translate?

Tariq's a little junior for a trip like this.

But not too junior to get my business?

Unless there's some other qualifications

as to why you would have your African American intern

in meetings with me but not the Italians.

Tariq may be an intern, but we hope he has a bright future here.

Then you won't mind if I extend an invitation to Tariq,

considering he's the only one in this room who speaks Italian.

It's true.

No objections whatsoever.

Well, actually, me and my girlfriend have plans this weekend.

Oh, she'll understand, I'm sure.

I mean, what I was thinking was, since we're going to explore

the potential of a tech company,

she's an engineering major who specializes in robotics.

You don't have to sell me.

There's plenty of room on the plane for your plus-one.

Oh, and, Lucas, uh,

I got us covered with the junior team.

Uh, the...

Navona principals are expecting me, so...

I've found that in fact-finding missions like these,

sometimes the best approach is to...

disrupt expectations,

make them sell me,

as opposed to letting them feel that they have it all wrapped up.

Trust me.

It'll push negotiations into our favor.

You see?

This is why I knew this would be such a great fit.

I'm learning so much already.

I'll see the rest of you on the tarmac.

My assistant, Mickey, will make sure you have the details.

Lucas, KeKe.

Have a good day.

Long time, no see, Tariq.

Yeah, I know.

Last time I saw you, Detective Whitman was still breathing.

Well, he ain't a problem anymore.

Everything he was doing was off the clock.

What he had died with him.

Yeah, but what about 12?

Sure they lookin' more closely into you now.

- Sure they didn't follow you here? - I ain't stupid, nigga.

- I'm just making sure you good. - I'm always good.

And I'm impatient. What you got for me?

A'ight.

IG didn't lie to you, okay?

He was in the Dominican Republic the day Zeke got killed.

- It wasn't him. - Oh, fuck.

Wait, how the fuck do you know that? Are you sure?

Let's just say the source doesn't get more reliable than this.

IG didn't kill Zeke.

What's up, Ma?

I had to run out on this poker game. I'm tryna get this money.

Why we meetin' in the truck?

Who told you IG killed Zeke?

What the fuck? You bet your hearing in the game, boy?

Answer me!

Pops.

Lorenzo told you IG killed Zeke?

Well, what kind of proof he had?

He said whoever attacked Dru

was the same motherfucker that killed Zeke.

And you just believed him?

Talkin' like it's some random nigga on the street.

This is Pops we talkin' about.

I mean, we had a target on our back for killing the Guaps,

so it makes sense that one of them would wanna kill Zeke.

Right?

- Of course. - Right.

RSJ. - Hey.

I wanted to thank you.

You know, going as hard as you did to get me on this trip,

you didn't really have to do that.

Appreciate it. I kinda get the sense

you aren't one of Lucas' favorite interns.

Let's just say he's still evaluating me based on my past, you know?

Mm, well, if I was judged by who I was when I was 19,

people wouldn't trust me today either.

Mm. Growth is a real thing, huh?

Mm-hmm.

I wanted to flag something.

My girlfriend's robotics professor,

he mentioned something about Navona in class,

and I thought that maybe the information he shared

might be helpful to you.

Let me check in with the pilot.

Then we can talk about it when we take off, huh?

Mm-hmm.

- 'Sup, babe? - What up?

How are you?

- How you feelin'? How you feelin'? - I'm good.

Um, I'm gonna knock out so we're ready to party upon touchdown.

I suggest you do the same.

Okay, wait, Brayden.

We're going to Milan to work.

It's not an excuse to go find a party.

Yeah, no, I don't need to find a party.

The party finds me.

This shit about to be a movie!

Hey, wait. Brayden.

PJ!

Look at you cheesin' and shit.

Lookin' all happy.

- I am. - You should be.

Welcome. Welcome aboard.

Monet Tejada's self-defense story is fucking bullshit.

She murdered a cop, and we're not doing shit about it.

Whitman was unhinged, but he wasn't a criminal.

This is on us.

We should've fuckin' listened to him.

Ah, a lot of white hats go criminal

when their boats are rocked by a white whale.

That sounds like some bullshit your corrupt ass would come up with.

Monet killed him because he was onto something.

Whatever he had...

it's gone now.

Here's somethin'.

The last known plug of the Castillos' Brooklyn syndicate,

this Russian, was found dead.

Just a hunch, but I think the Tejadas had something to do with it.

So they could become the Castillos' connect.

Eh, that's a leap.

We've spotted the Castillos' vehicles outside the Tejadas' penthouse.

Still a leap.

Okay, the question is,

who is supplying Tariq and the Tejadas with drugs?

Davis must know.

Oh, sh... He hasn't let anything slip.

Come on!

We are working off of your consigliere theory, Saxe.

Just give me something on Davis I can use, please.

Or how long before we all end up like Whitman?

To fuckin' Whitman.

To fuckin' Whitman.

- Love you - Love you more.

Mm.

I think, um...

I think Mom might know something.

What makes you say that?

I don't know how she found out, but she know IG didn't do it.

He was in DR when Zeke was killed.

Did she say she thinks it was me?

Nah. There's no way she could.

I didn't say shit.

Your mother never shows her hand, Cane. You, of all people, should know that.

You ever think about just telling her?

I mean, this whole thing was an accident, right?

Yeah, it was.

Okay. Okay.

I can't.

She'll never forgive me.

Okay.

But if she's figuring this stuff out right now,

I think it's best if all this shit comes from you.

You really think that's gonna make a difference?

I do.

I don't.

♪ I'm not from around here ♪

♪ But I'm not out of place ♪

♪ I mix all up In the atmosphere ♪

♪ Up into outer space ♪

♪ I'm a superhuman, baby ♪

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no. Fuck that phone, man.

Just give me one second.

Hey, what's wrong?

Um, nothing, nothing.

Something's going on. Talk to me.

You know those rednecks that we shot?

One of them is a CI who's being medevacked

to a hospital nearby, so he's alive.

I'm gonna handle it.

The connect that you were locked up with is a fucking CI,

and you didn't know about it?

Bro, fuck, no.

And you expect me to believe that?

Oh, come on, I know exactly what people say about my family

after what my pops did, but I'm not a fucking snitch.

Yeah, a'ight.

Yo, you really think I would've gone up there had I known this?

Or that I would ever do anything to hurt you or your family?

Also, if I was a fucking snitch, why would I tell you the truth, anyway?

Fine.

- What are we gon' do? - No.

My mess, my cleanup.

If he's a CI, he could take us all down.

I'm in this.

So what's the plan?

I'll be with you in a second.

Sit anywhere.

Monet.

I heard about what happened with that cop at your house.

You okay?

I'm not here for that.

What's going on?

I seen a lot of people die.

In our lives, you get so used to losing people,

you stop loving as hard so it hurts less.

Losing Zeke, it was like...

a part of me died, too.

Why are you telling me this?

'Cause I been thinking about you.

This is how you must've felt when Frank went missing.

It's true.

I just wish I knew what happened to him, you know?

I mean, it would give me some peace.

I know what happened.

That's not what you said before.

I know, but I think you deserve to know the truth.

Lorenzo put a hit out on Frank when he found out he snitched.

Are you trying to clear your conscience?

I figured you'd find out eventually.

Look, I already lost one child.

I didn't want this to come back on the others.

I thought you should know who's responsible.

Uh-uh. I know you.

You just gave me a very valuable piece of capital,

enough to change your family forever.

Why?

My family's been changed forever already, Evelyn.

I cannot stop you from doing what you have to do.

What would happen if your sons found out that me or one of my kids hurt Lorenzo?

Look, I know the consequences of me telling you this.

But after Zeke...

I just couldn't sit with this anymore.

I loved Frank.

But I love my boys even more.

I can't risk losing one of them for the sake of revenge.

Your choice.

But do you think you can live with it?

I think I'll have to.

You're more forgiving than me.

Regardless of the outcome,

I don't want anyone to know we had this conversation.

Can I trust you?

As much as I can trust you.

What you've built here is amazing.

There's no denying that.

But in order to expand, you're gonna need a significant investment,

and that's what we're offering.

You've seen what we've been able to do

with other tech companies in our portfolio.

In order to give anyone 10%,

we are going to need the, eh, interest and commitment

to be proven in a language we all can understand.

- Cash. - Exactly.

What is that expression?

She basically just said, "Put your money where your mouth is."

Ah. We're willing.

But first, we're gonna need to address

something you've been hiding.

We haven't been hiding anything.

Really?

Our sources say that despite your efforts to keep it quiet,

you've been having some issues

with the U.S. patent of your debut product.

You know,

the one that caught Weston Holdings' attention

in the first place.

And, you know, per my research and assessment,

without the patent, the company isn't worth

the gas it took for us to jet over here.

Now, with my connections in the States,

the patent issues go away.

Pronto.

That's Italian, right? Pronto?

Legitimizing Navona in the field

and boosting stock value.

See, an act like that sounds

like a little more than an investment to me.

Sounds like a partnership, right?

Agreed. More like, uh, 20% ownership

with a significant reduction in the cash offer.

You know,

before your patent problems begin to get out there.

You have until the end of business today to accept our offer.

I can make these patent issues go away by Monday.

Thank you very much.

We'll have to get to the snitch...

Before he can identify any of us to the Feds, I know.

Oh, fuck. Might be too late.

Shit. Come on, come on.

Code blue in room 319.

Code blue, room 319. Excuse me.

Step aside.

I'm sorry, coming through.

Shit, them Navona motherfuckers, they tried to lowball us.

When we brought up their little patent issue,

you should've seen they face.

- Appreciate you on the assist. - Of course.

Just make sure you break me off a little something

when them millions start rolling in, okay?

Come on, you know I'ma break bread with my boo.

You know that.

I cannot believe that we're in Italy.

- Right? - It's just crazy we had to come

all the way out here to get our first date.

- First date? - Yes.

Well, I mean, you know, with so much shit going on back at home,

it's like we have no time to even breathe.

Between holding down school and the business,

I don't even remember what breathing is like.

I mean, you handle this shit pretty well, though.

I'm not gonna lie, I kind of love this shit, too,

especially having you by my side.

It's pretty fun.

Surely our date doesn't end here, though.

You know what shoes you're wearing to the Teatro alla Scala tonight?

Oh.

You from here?

Sounded all perfect saying that shit.

But I was thinking maybe the Ferragamos.

Mm! - You know, when in Italia.

Gotta figure out what designer dress I'm gonna throw on.

Mm, I'm not sure.

Got so many.

But I was thinking, baby,

you know, we've been to the opera so many times.

You know, I think it's time for us to maybe ditch it,

stay home, and cook some dinner.

Whoa.

Whoa. What?

You can make up anything you want,

and you pick some corny shit like cooking with me?

Wait, wait, how is cooking with my girlfriend corny?

How is that corny?

I think all that normal shit is honestly the best.

You know, we go to the market, grocery shop.

We come home, chef it up,

and then we argue about what show we're gonna binge next, no?

- That doesn't sound boring to you? - Hell, no.

Listen...

spending time not having to worry

about shit that's going on in this crazy world

with the girl that I love?

Sounds amazing to me.

Is this future Tariq talking?

Nah.

It's just me right now.

Promising that we're not gonna have to hold our breath forever.

We're gonna get the fuck outta this shit and live a real life, together.

How that sound?

Well...

Fancy running into you two.

- You come here often? - What the hell are y'all doing here?

Well, that's just rude.

Not the greeting we expected at all.

I was surprised to hear that two of my favorite contract employees

were hopping on a private plane to Milan.

But I'm sure you can imagine how my attention was piqued

when I found out who the jet belonged to.

Well, you have nothing to worry about,

being that RSJ knows nothing about our business.

And that's exactly why I've come to see you.

I need you to handle something for me while you're here.

I need you to retrieve a listening device planted by Mecca.

Who is no longer with us to retrieve it.

BTW...

the police have not made any arrests regarding his murder.

You two haven't heard anything, have you?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

Now tell us about this... this bug.

Can't you just intercept it and get the audio file?

- I can find a way to transmit it. - Not where it's located.

Where is it?

Francesco Lombardi's mansion.

Now, to most of Europe, he's an oil giant,

but he's one of my biggest arms competitors.

And my ex, who stole clients from me after I kicked his ass to the curb.

Sounds a little personal. Oh, it is.

So you know how important it is that you succeed, right?

A'ight, where do we get this shit? How do we get in?

He hosts these weekly salons where the invites are exclusive

and the attendees are all one-percenters.

It's... obnoxious.

My people can't get within a mile of the place.

But you know who can?

RSJ.

Mm, I told you he wasn't stupid.

I'll leave the how up to you.

But you need to get it to me

without Francesco finding out it ever existed.

Understood?

- Yes. - Yes.

You'll have no problems getting RSJ and his guests on the list.

Good luck,

because if you fail, there are, as always, consequences.

They did everything they could, but he didn't make it.

Fuck. I needed him.

We stripped off his phone and wallet when he was brought in.

You can collect at the floor desk.

Thank you. You got it.

♪ Mothafucka I'm real as shit ♪

♪ Everything I'm talkin' 'bout Real as, real as shit ♪

♪ Aw, yeah I'm back in this bitch ♪

♪ And you don't gotta like it But get off my, off my ♪

- ♪ Whoo ♪ - ♪ Mothafucka, I'm real as shit ♪

♪ Everything I'm talkin' 'bout Real as shit ♪

♪ Aw, yeah I'm back in this bitch ♪

♪ And you don't gotta like it But get off my dick ♪

♪ Fight the power Fight the power ♪

♪ Fight for the right to get up And say fuck white power ♪

♪ Everybody come And get up, get on ♪

♪ And no matter What you fighting for ♪

♪ I promise That it'll live on ♪

♪ Like make America great again Make it hate again ♪

Blanca Rodriguez, DEA.

I'm here to retrieve the effects of Tucker Jackson.

Mr. Jackson's belongings were already collected

by his family members.

I-I'm sorry. No, that can't be right.

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Hands up for the five-oh ♪

♪ I been in the cut Liquor in my cup, 38 tuck ♪

♪ I don't give a fuck I don't give a damn ♪

♪ I just wanna live I just wanna eat ♪

♪ But I gotta do it For the hood... ♪

Fuck.

What the fuck?

Yeah, if the Feds got to this, it would've been a wrap for us.

♪ Mastered the hustle ♪

♪ Something in the duffle For you bastards ♪

♪ Grind over chatter ♪

♪ Cheese on my mind Like a Packer ♪

♪ Only thing that matter Bitch scatter ♪

Fuck me.

♪ A-K, middle of the day ♪

♪ Like that shit's okay ♪

I mean, how do...

♪ Only know probation ♪

♪ Mothafucka I'm real as shit ♪

♪ Everything I'm talkin' 'bout Real as, real as shit ♪

♪ Aw, yeah I'm back in this bitch ♪

♪ And you don't gotta like it But get off my ♪

♪ Mothafucka I'm real as shit ♪

♪ Everything I'm talkin' 'bout Real as shit ♪

♪ Aw, yeah I'm back in this bitch ♪

♪ And you don't gotta like it But get off my ♪

I'm glad you convinced me to come out tonight, Tariq.

This place is even more impressive than the rumors.

Beautiful, huh? Yeah. It really is.

Hey.

That's Francesco Lombardi.

It's one of the few places in Europe

where you're gonna find Leonardo Del Vecchio

hanging out with Victoria Beckham.

Good call.

I've been impressed with you, Tariq.

I-I'd be lying if I said

I wasn't familiar with your story.

Your father.

I never really knew my father.

Sounds like he had at least two faces.

One public, one private.

Well, isn't everybody like that?

My father?

He ran numbers.

He was a petty criminal.

Everybody told me I was gonna end up like him.

But I didn't let their expectations box me in.

I chose my own route.

I hope you do the same.

What the fuck?

It could be fucking anywhere.

It's gotta be under something, somewhere he wouldn't normally look.

Obi said this is where Lombardi takes his private meetings.

What the fuck?

Oh, bingo.

Hurry up.

Oh, I'm the fucking man.

What are you doing?

You're not allowed to be up here.

I, um...

Why are you in here?

Um, I, um...

Good, thank you?

Ah! Okay, fuck! Ah!

Hey, chill the fuck out! Ah!

Ah, fuck.

Guests aren't allowed up here.

Well, I won't tell if you won't.

This art is incredible, isn't it?

I was up here snooping around

looking for Lombardi's private art collection.

I hear it's amazing.

First time here?

What gave it away?

Hmm.

His, uh, private collection is this way.

I'm glad to have you back, Di.

I am happy to be here.

Even happier to smell papi's cooking again.

Well, I know how much your mother loves my sancocho.

And it's cold outside.

Perfect for it, right, Mo?

You know what sancocho reminds me of?

Remember when we'd go to G-mami's in Puerto Rico,

play spades, and the losers would have to serve everybody?

No, I don't remember that,

'cause I think me and my partner never lost a game.

I know that's right.

Wow. Wow.

See, that shoulder injury done went to your brain.

Oh! Oh! Yeah.

You need me to jog your memory? What's up?

I do, and if you need me to teach you something

about how to play spades, dog...

D. Come help me in the kitchen.

You can't beat me in no spades, in nothing.

I beat you at everything, bro.

Okay. It's real.

I hear you, Dr. Smartass.

Yeah.

You all right?

I'm fine.

I just don't have the memories they have.

All of my childhood memories of you are visiting Sing Sing.

Well, we're making up for those memories right now.

Are we?

Because I feel like this is the first time

we've talked about something outside of the business in a long time,

which, by the way, is drawing a little too much attention

from my manager at work.

I'm sorry, mamita.

I dragged you back into this

just when you were getting your taste of freedom.

That's on me.

I know what that's like.

- You do? - Yeah.

You think I grew up wanting to sell drugs?

Baseball.

- That was my game. - Uh-uh.

And I was nasty, too.

What happened?

Wasn't in the cards.

Let's pull the plug.

You're done.

I'm gonna work something out with Cane to go sell somewhere else.

You're gonna be the first person in this family to get a college degree,

and I don't want you focusing on anything else.

Seriously?

Thank you, papi!

Okay, this is all a big misunderstanding.

I'm just here for the party!

Weston? Brayden Weston?

You can contact my family if it's money you're after.

Money's no problem, I swear.

Yes, Mr. Weston. We've done our research.

Standard practice for anybody who enters my home.

Okay, perfect. Then you know that I have no reason to steal from you.

Only a few months ago...

you were making headlines as a drug dealer in New York,

and now I find you spying

in my library.

What should I make of that?

You have it all wrong.

Who do you work for?

No, no, no, no. Come on. Come on, man.

No, no, no.

I didn't see where they took him.

Why the fuck isn't he answering, yo?

Because they took him!

Who the fuck could that be?

Hey, uh, is Brayden in here with you?

Uh, no. He's at the Lombardi mansion still.

You got back over an hour ago. He shouldn't still be there.

Well, that's where we left him.

You know, I'm sure he'll be back during appropriate coworker social hours.

Yeah. I'm sure he will.

I will see you three in the lobby tomorrow?

Yeah.

Okay.

What the fuck are we gonna do?

Look, we're gonna have to use the only leverage we have against Lombardi.

Oh, hey, what's up, Auntie?

Hey, Gordo.

Damn, ain't you cold?

This is keeping me warm.

My favorite kind of jacket.

Hey, um...

I'm sorry about missing Zeke's funeral.

I wanted to say it sooner,

but this is the first time I got you alone, so...

I hope it's not too late.

I know shit got way worse for me

those first few months after losing my father.

I didn't think it could get any worse, but...

somehow it does.

You here for Dru?

You be careful with my son.

Or else, right?

Damn right.

I got you.

When did it start getting better?

The grief.

I don't know.

It gets diluted, but it's-it's always there.

And the anger?

Does it ever go away?

For me?

Nah.

If I had the chance...

I'd slit the throat of the motherfucker who killed my father.

Me too.

For Zeke.

Yo.

Take a look at that.

I found a constitutional violation

in the unredacted Theo Rollins case file.

We could file a writ of habeas corpus.

We might be able to get Theo out of prison.

Seriously?

Prosecution misstepped.

This might be the closest we've ever gotten.

I knew keeping you around would pay off.

You know what?

Come on.

Let's go see Theo, tell him in person.

- Oh. - All right, yeah.

So cool, so cool.

Hey, you know what? I-I shouldn't go.

I gotta work on the brief.

You don't want to be there when I tell him?

This is your moment.

And he's not going anywhere till I file the paperwork.

Well, get on it, bruh.

Motherfucker.

Ah.

Davis.

Where the fuck did you get this?

Motherfucker.

You have what you promised?

Yes.

Recordings of you and your clients

talking about arms deals, drug deals, all of the above.

I'm sure you want to keep it confidential,

but if you want this back, I'ma need my friend first.

You good, B?

Are you okay?

No.

What the fuck?

Who do you work for?

Do you work for Mecca?

Is that bastard alive?

No. Tell me!

And I'll let them live.

Tell me!

What the fuck?

What the fuck took y'all so long?

We called you so we wouldn't get shot.

That's how you express gratitude?

Americans. So simple.

Calm down.

We weren't gonna let them hurt you.

We so appreciated your call.

Luring Francesco out here so I could eliminate him was genius,

so thank you.

And I'll take the listening device.

You're more clever than I gave you credit for.

That trial period I mentioned, consider it complete.

Now that I'll be taking over Francesco's business,

there'll be more work for everyone.

I think your team has a bright and long future with me.

You've reached Jenny Sullivan. Leave a message.

Where are you going, Jenny?

'Riq.

We're making it outta Italy alive.

Let's just take the fucking victory. I can't, all right?

Noma still owns us forever.

Yeah, I wouldn't be so sure.

May have a way out.

How?

She's our way out.

One of the scariest things about Noma was that she was this enigma.

Took this picture getting a tour of Lombardi's private art collection.

Noma said that Lombardi was her ex, right?

If this is her kid, this is her Achilles' heel.

We find the girl, we can use her to leverage our freedom.

Yo, if you're right, then that means the same man

that Noma just fucking executed is the father of her daughter.

Yeah, what about it?

What the fuck do you mean what about it?

Effie, the bitch is a savage. We need to be careful, all right?

Yeah. Car's here.

Y'all ready?

Yeah. Let's do it.

What's wrong, Mo?

I just think it's fucking ridiculous

that the Feds were so quick

to investigate the Whitman murder,

running through our house, asking Diana questions,

but when it came to Zeke,

they chalked it up as gang activity and moved on.

I need to tell you something.

I-I need you to look at me.

I made a horrible mistake.

What mistake?

That night...

I went to go see Mecca at the hangar.

You weren't supposed to be at that hangar.

I know.

But you didn't show up.

I thought Mecca might've taken you.

You didn't trust me.

You thought I was gonna go away with this nigga?

No.

Maybe. Maybe.

I just... I wanted to kill that motherfucker.

I wasn't gonna stand for what that man did to my family,

to our life.

I thought I was shootin' him.

But it was Zeke.

It was fuckin' Zeke.

I never meant to hurt your son, Mo.

It was a fucking accident.

Accident?

You know what wasn't a fuckin' accident?

All the fuckin' months it took you to fuckin' tell me this shit.

You watched me lose my fuckin' mind, lose myself.

I couldn't eat. I couldn't fuckin' sleep!

You watched me kill IG knowin' it was you the whole fuckin' time!

You brought Zeke here.

Y-you... you put him in the middle of this life.

And you didn't prepare him.

And then you fucked Dante, and you let him back into our lives!

Oh, you motherfucker! You tryna put this shit on me?

I'm saying it's on you as much as it is on me!

Mo, I made a terrible mistake.

We both have.

But if you love me, you can... You can forgive me.

Love you?

I fuckin' hate you.

You killed all of that when you shot my son.

I can't even fuckin' look at you.

Mo.

What about what we built?

What about our family?

Our kids, Mo?

Out of respect for them, I'm not gonna give you the bullet you deserve.

But you need to get the hell out of my house

and get the fuck outta New York.

Mo, please.

No, we'll tell them we're separating.

But I want your shit outta my house tonight.

Hold on...

No, I'm so fuckin' done with your ass. Get the fuck outta here.

Go!

Mo.

Get the fuck outta here!

Hey.

- What are you doing here? - Oh, I-I-I'm here for Jenny Sullivan.

Official business.

- ID. - Ah.

Dang it. I think I, uh, left it in the car.

But she-she knows me.

- If you just let me... - Can't do that.

Come on. This is ridiculous.

I'm-I'm here on behalf of the DA's office.

Saxe?

What are you doing here?

Just one second.

Did you follow me?

What the hell is all this, Jenny?

- What are you hiding? - Hiding?

Please tell me you did not follow me all the way here because you're jealous.

You've been ignoring my calls and texts.

What the hell is going on? You have guards standing watch?

- Who the fuck is in there? - This is insane, even for you.

I have been open and honest this entire time.

Oh.

Hey, I'm risking my legal career to go along with your theory

that Tariq plotted to have Lauren Baldwin killed,

when I know he didn't do it!

So, if you don't tell me what the fuck is going on...

we're done.

Or I can have you removed, whichever you prefer.

Wow.

What was this for you, hmm?

Did you feel anything?

'Cause I did.

Were you just using me the way you used Lauren?

I'm not sorry for anything,

because when I'm done, several killers will be in prison,

and their fucking drugs will be off the street.

Isn't that our goal? Isn't that what you want?

If we're on the same team, then what the fuck was all this about?

Who's in there? Why'd you keep this shit from me?

Lauren.

Unbelievable.

You let me believe she was dead.

You... you betrayed me.

You manipulated me.

You manipulated her.

I'm done.

Wait, is what he's saying true?

You lied to me, too?

Just go back inside, and I'll explain everything, okay?

No. No, I want the truth now.

He just said he doesn't think Tariq tried to kill me,

and I told you all along it was Effie.

And Brayden and Tariq and the Tejadas.

You know, she can't legally keep you here.

Oh, come...

I saw how he reacted when you died.

Tariq didn't try to kill you. He loved you.

Lauren...

Lauren!

Everything's all ready.

I'm just waiting on papi to get here, unless y'all two want to partner up.

Nah. I don't play spades with anyone

with less than five years' experience.

I'm sorry, D.

Ah! Yo.

Y'all gonna lose regardless.

Exactly.

And papi said he would teach me before we start.

- Bet. - Where is he?

I don't know. He must be running late.

When he gets here, we need to talk to you guys about something.

Okay.

What the fuck? Ma?

Lauren, what the fuck?

What the fuck are you doing?

How are you here? What the fuck is going on?

Look, I came here to ask you the same thing.

Why did you do it, Tariq?

- Why did you want me dead? - Want you dead?

What the fuck are you talking about?

You know, I don't know who or what to believe anymore.

Did you tell Brayden to give me to her?

You told her to kill me?

Who? Who? Lauren, who the fuck are you talking about?

Your girlfriend, Effie.

She took me from Brayden,

knocked me out, and dumped me in a fucking river.

Oh, fuck.

Look, I had n...

I had no idea about any of that, all right?

- And how am I supposed to believe you? - Because I care about you, Lauren.

All right, why do you think I sent you with Brayden?

To get the fuck away from here, to get away from this shit,

to save you.

Come on, you know I'd never do anything to hurt you.

Look, they fucking lied to me.

Fuck this shit. I need to go talk to...

No, you don't, okay?

They can't know I'm alive.

Well, you have to believe me.

Okay? If I would've known you was...

Lauren, where the fuck have you been?

I've been with the Feds.

And they're building a case against you.

And you're their witness.

If what you're saying is true, me and the Feds,

we're not the only people you gotta worry about.

Hey.

You okay?

Yeah, I just went for a walk.

Time difference got me fucked up.

There's something I've been wanting to tell you,

but I feel like stuff has kinda been getting in the way.

What's up?

I love you, too.

Damn it!

Bleed, bitch.

Bleed for what you did to my father.

Boom! Oh, yes!

Ooh, that's what I wanted to do, though.

Okay. Huh? Huh?

I'm not worried about you, come on.

What you got, Ma? Mm!

- Ooh! - That's what I like to see.

Take that.

Go ahead. Let's go, let's go.

Bring it home. Let's go, Di.

Bring it home. I got you.

Watch this. Oh, watch this.

Yes!

That's my partner.

No, no, no. Uh-uh-uh.

We gotta celebrate because it's...

Whose partner is that? Okay, come on.

Whose partner is that? Thank you!

I need to know that you've been owned.

That's it. Come on. Boom.

Come on with me. - Yes.

Ooh! - Uh-huh.

♪ And I don't Really trust nobody ♪

♪ And I don't Really trust nobody ♪

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♪ And I don't Really trust nobody ♪

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♪ Trust no one Unless you give me your soul ♪

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♪ If you wanna Live your life ♪

♪ Baby, stay around the sun ♪

♪ The creeps gon' find you In the night ♪

♪ In the night ♪

♪ Singing to the people ♪

♪ I sit back and watch My sins blow ♪

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♪ Took it in, you got To mash right back ♪

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