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Previously on Ghost...

It'll be run through an
app called CourseCorrect.

All Mr. Weston has
to do is sign here,

and you'll have a president
and a legitimate paycheck.

Well, if it's soldiers you
need, I got you covered.

I hired that attorney
we talked about.

I'm getting you out.
You ain't dying in here.

It's Tariq's girlfriend.

She got you on
tape with Brayden.

Tariq's chick wore a wire.

She got us both on tape.

I gave you a gun,
rich kid. Use it.

I don't think I'm
the man for the job.

She talks, we both go down.

You ever have to do something
you really don't want to do?

All the time.

Brayden, let's just
talk about this.

You have to go
completely off the grid.

Walk.

Brayden!

Everyone around me
either ends up dead

or has to go away
because of my shit,

and that's exactly
why I'm all on my own.

You have me, Brayden.
You're not alone.

I was the one that
was dealing drugs

at Choate and Stansfield.

My dad's pulling
me out of school.

Lauren Baldwin is dead.
It's all my fault.

If it means getting justice
for Lauren and Carrie,

I'll help you.

Monet, did you have
something to do

with Carrie's death?

I'd never hurt you
like that, Zeke.

Jesus Christ, Zeke, that
ain't your fucking auntie!

- That's your mother!
- Wait, Zeke!

I'ma fucking kill you.

There's an open seat on
that plane when we dip out.

Only you choose if you're on it.

If you do this to Zeke,
he's gonna hate you.

Fuck you. Zeke'll get over it.

You kept your word to me,

so now I'ma keep my word to you.

If you want out the
game, I won't stop you.

I think we in this
together for now.

Mecca.

I am sorry to inform you
that your son, Ezekiel Cross,

is dead.

What the fuck is this?
Conflict diamond or some shit?

I need you fence that.

The lady this was made
for sure gonna be upset.

She'll be a'ight.

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Sui... suicide ♪

I need the provenance
to be impeccable.

No shit.

This ain't amateur night at
The Apollo, motherfucker.

♪ Say they trap ♪

♪ But they ain't
In the streets ♪

♪ Tryin' to rap Which
is funny to me ♪

♪ All these fuckers
Tryin' to hop in the way ♪

♪ Tryin' to copy Every
move that we make ♪

♪ Look, Teddy, Suckaz
Back the fuck down ♪

♪ You motherfuckers know
Who wearing the crown ♪

♪ Suicideboys... ♪

And sold to Jackie on the phone

for $850,000.

Now on to our signature
piece this evening...

Lot number 75,

the four-point-five-carat
blue-diamond ring.

I can open the bidding
at three million dollars.

I see three million.

Three-point-two million.

Three-point-eight million.

I have four million now.

Four-point-five million.

Four million, eight
hundred thousand.

Five-point-two million.

Five-point-five million dollars.

All through.

One more?

And selling.

Gentleman's bid, paddle 208,

at $5,500,000.

And sold. Thank you very much.

♪ Pull a slug if I creep ♪

♪ Never cared about beef ♪

♪ 'Cause ain't no
sharin' I'm just eatin' ♪

♪ Go missin' for no reason ♪

♪ I been ballin'
All this season ♪

What's up?

What are you doing?

What?

Is this happening?

Will you?

Yes.

Yes, yes, yes.

Oh, my God.

Baby.

Oh, my God.

Hell of an engagement ring.

Congratulations.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Unfortunately, that
ring belongs to me.

Baby, what's she talking about?

The hell if I know.

Lady, please, we're
trying to enjoy our night.

Get the fuck out of here.

Why must these pale
Americans be so crass?

Trust us.

You will enjoy your
evening much better

if you simply hand
the lady her ring.

Did you not hear what I said?
Leave us the fuck alone.

All right, that's it,
I'm calling the cops.

All right, all right,
all right, all right.

Stop, stop!

- Okay, okay, okay.
- Stop.

All right, whoa.

Hey, okay. Please.

Hey, wait! Wait, wait,
wait, no, no, no!

Oh, my God!

Help, help!

- Please.
- Stop!

Please, please stop!

Stop!

Wait!

♪ Chasing dreams ♪

♪ Chasing time ♪

♪ Hope to find our way ♪

♪ Fearless heart ♪

♪ Fearless mind ♪

♪ We'll get there someday ♪

What's up?

You okay?

Yeah, I'm good.

Can I talk to you for a second?

About what? We got to go soon.

Yeah, it'll only take a minute.

Um, I know that we agreed
I would transfer here

so that we could spend
more time together,

but now that school's started,

things might be a
little different.

What you mean?

We've been kicking
it all summer.

I just don't want to be
known around Stansfield

as just Tariq's girl.

What's wrong with being my girl?

It's not like that.

I just want to be my own woman
and have my own identity.

I want you to be your
own woman, too, Effie.

I ain't trying to change you.

Look, look, ever since
my family been gone

and Brayden been on lockdown,

you... you've literally been
the only person here for me.

And I trust you. I
know who you are.

I'm never gonna try
to change you, okay?

Okay, but they need
to change that.

I mean, come on,
you can't just...

Oh.

Hey.

Hey, Becca. Um, Mrs. Weston.

I am 100% certain

you were supposed to
vacate this room yesterday.

Yeah, I'm... I'm sorry.

I just been little
slow on packing

'cause they haven't sent
my new room assignment yet.

And that became my problem how?

My son was expelled
indefinitely because of you.

Mom, Brayden made his
own choices, okay?

You can't blame Tariq.

Tariq...

this room is dedicated
to the Weston family.

Maybe you saw our name

on the plaque in
front of the building?

Well, if not,

catch it on your
way out, please.

Mother, you're fucking
embarrassing me.

Take your time.

We can come back.

It's all good. I'm
just about done.

Even if it's you and your kids

going through this
life by yourself,

guess what.

You got to do it.

You have a daughter?

She's not doing really well.

- You have a daughter?
- Hey, Mo.

You got company.

What the fuck are
you doing here?

A pleasure as
always, Mrs. Tejada.

Great news...

Dante Spears' penthouse
is officially yours.

How the fuck is that possible?

Well, Spears left
his estate to Zeke,

and since Zeke had no will,
as his biological mother,

it's hers.

That nigga had cars,
a jet, hella cash.

- All that mine, too?
- Technically, yes.

But since Spears was
a federal informant

and high-level arms
and drug dealer,

the Feds have frozen
most of his assets.

The penthouse is the
one thing he owned

without dubious title,

and I wouldn't advise
going after the rest.

It puts a target on your back.

While the police is
freezing assets and shit,

they need to be finding
the motherfucker

who shot my son
at Dante's hangar.

Mo, I'm sure they're
doing everything...

I'm not fucking talking to you.

Uh, there are
currently no leads,

but my associates and I have
our eyes and ears on the NYPD.

When they have something,
I'll let you know.

You do that.

Yeah.

Hey. I know you're grieving.

But you ain't gonna
talk to me like that.

I'll talk to you any way
I fucking feel like it.

And the last time I checked,

you're supposed to be
getting me some answers.

I'm working as hard as I can

to get the motherfucker
that got Zeke, all right?

You just need to fucking
chill and cut me some slack.

I'll cut you some fucking slack

when I put a bullet in whoever
took Zeke away from me.

And what are we gonna
do about this penthouse?

I can't live in
that nigga's house.

I'ma sell the shit.

Until then... boys!

Cane, Dru!

Dante left Zeke his penthouse.

It's yours. Y'all live
there till I find a buyer.

Mm, yes.

I'm missing my show.
Y'all get out of here.

With their lives,

but that doesn't mean
you have to pay...

Well, son, this isn't
the way we want it to be,

but working at Weston Holdings

is what we've been preparing
you for your whole life.

You shit on the Weston name.

So now you work
to help restore it

till Stansfield
will have you back.

Dad, I'm here. What more
do you want from me?

How about a little bit of
fucking gratitude, dude?

You're lucky to be here
after the shit you pulled.

Shit I pulled? I saved your
fucking life is what I pulled.

- You're so full of shit, dude.
- Shut up, both of you.

I will disown you, cut
you off completely,

if you don't take this
opportunity seriously.

I'm sure he will, Bobby.
Cut him some slack.

Lucas.

Brayden needs to learn
the family business,

and he needs to
learn responsibility.

And he needs to
stay out of trouble.

Well, no worries. I got this.

I'll teach him the ropes, just
like I tried to do with Trace.

Uncle Lucas, go fuck yourself.

Fucking Trace, charming as ever.

It's in the genes.

I got a client meeting downtown.

Give me a call if
you need anything.

Of course. Follow me.

Your dad's my brother,
and I love him,

but, holy shit, is he uptight.

Whiskey?

Uh, sure.

If you ever tell
him I told you this,

I will cut your balls off.

CourseCorrect was genius.

If I was still at Stansfield,

something I would
have thought of.

Thank you. Finally.

Taking the stand and
telling the whole world

you created it, eh,
is less than genius.

That was downright stupid.

I had no choice.

You're a Weston. We
always have choices.

Look...

I see potential in you.

Your priorities need polishing.

But your app shows
you're a true salesman.

It's in my blood.

Our blood.

And here you can
use your talents

to make ten times the money
without having to worry

about getting shot
or going to prison.

Real talk, Uncle Lucas?
It wasn't about the money.

I got a rush from doing
something that I was good at,

that I chose, that I owned.

That's how I feel at this place.

And you can, too. I promise you.

Send in Keke.

You're gonna be working
with Keke Travis.

She's brilliant. You're
gonna learn a lot from her.

Nice.

Come in.

Cintravance is bottoming out.

We need to get
our clients in now

before the stock shoots up.

Thank you, Keke. This
is my nephew Brayden.

My pleasure.

Yeah, I've heard
a lot about you.

Yeah, well, uh, the real
thing beats the hype.

Yeah, well, honestly, that
won't be too difficult.

Wow.

Tough crowd here
at Weston Holdings.

Keke, take care of him.

Both of you, get out of here.

Of course.

I'm just telling you,

- I'm just telling you...
- Here you go.

I don't know why you
bringing that shit in here.

- Ma, you need to eat something.
- Please.

Don't say nothing to me.

It's not about the girl.

I don't care-I could
care less who he's with.

I'm just telling you
what it is about,

and it's completely retalia...

Mamita.

Mami's going through a
difficult time, obviously.

Yeah, but I didn't kill Zeke.

Why is she acting like
this is all my fault?

Papi, all I did
was tell the truth.

She's Zeke's mother.

She's the one who's lied about
it all these years, not me.

- That's what pushed him away.
- I know.

She just needs a
little time and space.

I know you got into
Stansfield when you applied.

That was before you
sent me to St. John's.

Well, St. John's was the
plan, and plans change.

So...

how would you like to go
to Stansfield full-time

and live on campus?

Is that even possible?

I'll make some calls.

They'll still take you.

Papi, that's been
my dream, but...

now it just...

I don't know. It
doesn't feel right.

Honestly, Diana, there's
no better time than now.

I mean, things are
gonna be a little tight.

Stansfield is expensive as fuck,

but I got you...

Full room and board and tuition.

You're just gonna have
to hustle a little bit

for the rest, though.

I could do that.

I'm proud of you.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

I know your congressional
campaign will keep you busy,

but we're hoping

you'll maintain your
adjunct status here, Rashad.

You're an important role model.

I'm flattered, Dean Wong,
but I must say that...

Hey, Tariq.

I'm so sorry to
interrupt, but, Dean Wong,

uh, seems to be an
issue with housing.

I've been unassigned.

Uh, set an appointment
with my office.

Uh, with all due respect, sir,

I have literally nowhere to
go, and classes start tomorrow.

Mm, maybe I could
help. What's going on?

We're hearing from some of
our students and faculty

that they feel unsafe
with Tariq on campus.

Unsafe?

I haven't been found
guilty of anything.

That is not the same thing
as innocent, now, is it?

Over a thousand alumni

are calling for your
removal from campus.

May I interject here?

- By all means.
- Cut the shit, Dean.

You have a duty to
protect your students,

especially a young Black man

in today's climate of
overzealous law enforcement.

Now, our justice system
doesn't find people innocent,

and you know that.

The way I see it, either you
find this young man housing,

or at my next campaign rally,

I'll be sure to tell my
thousands of supporters

how Stansfield mistreats
its young Black men.

Oh, yeah.

That's the kind of
role model I am.

I'll see what I can do.

Please.

But one more mishap, and
my hands will be tied

as it relates to
you, Mr. St. Patrick.

Wow, it's almost like you care.

Hate when people act
like Black lives matter

until it matters.

Hmm. So let me guess.

I now owe you, since you
don't do shit for free, right?

You know me so
well, young brother.

Hey, listen.

My campaign, um...

the race is tighter
than I expected,

and your particular
skillset may come in handy,

so I'll be in contact.

But listen, Tariq. This
ain't over for you.

You need to change
the campus narrative,

or they will find a
way to get you out.

♪ Unh, unh ♪

♪ Bust it down Bust it
down to the ground ♪

♪ Runnin' round Let me
see you bust it down ♪

♪ Bust it down Bust it
down to the ground ♪

I thought we were christening
the new place privately.

What's with all this?

Yo, s-s-shit, I
don't... I don't know.

Why should this stop us?

I'm trying to get
signed by an NBA team,

and your brother and his
friends are super sus.

Okay, Relax.

Look, go get a drink, okay?

Gonna be a good time. I promise.

Dru. About time you showed up.

Why the fuck is there a
party happening right now?

This ain't a party.
It's show-and-tell time.

The new connect is here, and
we need to talk business.

Now, bro?

Yes, now, unless
you got a connect

or a supply somewhere
and didn't tell nobody.

Listen, we're almost out

of what's left from
Mecca's shipment.

We need to re-up.

Kai...

my guy.

It's simple.

We got the soldiers.
We know the game.

Now, the only remaining
issue is the supply.

That's right. Nobody
runs shit like we do.

Nothing about you Tejada niggas

living in a dead man's penthouse

make me want to work with you.

So here are my terms.

I want cash up front
for the product

and 60% of the profit.

Hey, Jenae.

♪ Bust it down Bust it
down to the ground ♪

Do we look stupid to you?

Nigga, we ain't
rookies in this shit.

Cash up front cool,

but you're not
getting 60% of shit.

Take it or leave it.

So that's how you want to do?

Nigga, my father raised
you in this life,

and that's how you
want to treat us?

I don't owe Lorenzo shit.

How's your fine-ass
mama, though?

Kai...

how about 30%?

Way I see it,

60% is better than zero product.

I don't see any other
connects in this bitch.

Nice crib, though.

Let me know when
it hits the market.

We're fucked.

- Dru?
- Hey.

What the fuck is he doing here?

He's here 'cause I invited him.

I'm gonna get out of here.

You want to stay at
my place tonight?

- Yeah, I do.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Nigga, you just leaving?

We got fucking
business to discuss.

It'll be here tomorrow.

♪ To the ground Runnin' round ♪

♪ Let me see you Bust it down ♪

♪ Bust it down Bust it
down to the ground ♪

Bash, what the fuck
are you doing here?

I am here to see
you, my old friend.

What do you want?

Remember how your friend Brayden

told everyone in open court
that he created CourseCorrect

and it was a way to
help students buy drugs?

That was a lie, but
you know that already,

because we both know that
you created CourseCorrect.

Tariq, when you began
tutoring the dumb,

you never told me the true
nature of that business,

and therefore you
put me in a situation

where my name and my
reputation could be tarnished.

Now you have to
make it up to me.

What the fuck do
you want from me?

Cash. Lots of it, of course.

Things didn't work out
with Daddy Sternbucks,

and our prenup was a bitch,

so I am very much in
need of a cash infusion.

Mm. That's tough, bro.
I'm sorry to hear that.

But I'm broke right now, a'ight?

Dead broke with limited options,

so I need some time, okay?

- Seriously.
- Mm-hmm.

I'm a very reasonable man.

You have seven days before
I chat with the NYPD.

What the fuck? You
live in this bitch now?

Yeah, and you had a party and
you didn't invite a brother?

Shut up, Tom Brady. Y'all
use the back entrance?

Yeah, we came in through the
garage, just like you said.

Cool.

And what the fuck y'all want?
'Cause I got shit to do.

B, what the fuck? You told
me Cane needed to talk to us

about the business and
it had to be in person.

Me talk to you?

Y'all hot as fuck right
now, Bonnie and Clyde,

and I don't need
the fucking police

running up in my new crib.

Okay, well, I may have
exaggerated a little,

but, you know,

I wanted to talk about
keeping the operation going.

I don't just want to
get out the business.

Now that everybody knows that
CourseCorrect is a drug app,

I'd be the dumbest
motherfucker in Queens

to do business with you two.

I ain't gonna lie.
Shit is pretty hot.

Deans is on my on ass,

but to be honest, I
feel kind of a relief

not having to worry about
this shit for a while.

Y'all some weak motherfuckers.

And if I do business with
anybody in your little crew,

it'd be Effie.

Where she at? She still game?

Yo, keep her name out your
mouth, all right, son?

Son?

What the fuck is going on?

Get on your knees.

- Is you stupid?
- Knees!

Next time, I won't be so polite.

Mecca is dead,

and you all are here
partying in his penthouse.

Would anyone like to tell
me how that happened?

Somebody better
tell me something

before I lose my patience.

Pardon me, but who
the fuck are you?

You see what I'm
saying? So crass.

Mecca was my first lieutenant.

His drugs belong to me.

And, more importantly,
he was my fiancé.

He promised me this
beautiful blue-diamond ring

but died before he had the
chance to grace me with it.

Now, as you can imagine,

I'm more than a
little out of sorts.

So, again, I ask, what
happened to Mecca?

Hmm?

Raqui...

you're much more quiet
than Mecca described.

I don't know what
happened to him.

I seen that shit on the
news, just like you.

Now, there are
zero circumstances

that Mecca would
have sold this ring.

So...

you don't know what
happened to Mecca?

Okay.

Where's my product or my profit?

Do you know that?

I'm sorry.

Please, Noma.

Should have kept my name
out your mouth, you cunt.

I pray you're more
articulate than she.

Look, I don't know what
the fuck happened to Mecca,

but his product, we
moved it, all right?

We worked with Mecca.

We were his soldiers.

- You three?
- Yes, us three.

Mecca needed people that knew
how to move around the city

when he came to New York.

And that's where we came in.

I personally worked with Mecca,

introduced him to people who
can move the fucking weight.

That included these two.

We could do the same for you.

Okay, we can't bring Mecca back,

but we can keep the
cash flow going.

You think you can replace Mecca?

He had federal protection.

He informed on my rivals

and ensured the Feds
stayed out of my business.

- Can you do that?
- Of course we can.

We got people in
law enforcement,

people in the government,
people in the courts.

We're not just up here being
regular fucking civilians.

We could be your New
York City distro.

We can be just as good as Mecca.

Better.

I'm intrigued.

You're not buying this, are you?

They're obviously lying.

Let's give them a chance.

They're like eager
little puppies.

You are too generous.

As is my right.

Of course.

Boys...

you've bought yourself exactly
30 days to prove your point.

Now, if I don't see a profit,

you'll end up...

like this sad soul.

And anyone who can
provide information

about what happened to Mecca
will find it worth their while.

She's looking for
Mecca's killer.

But we held that down.
Nobody said shit.

Ah, we need to
take this Noma out.

It's not gonna happen,
based on what I saw.

Well, I ain't fucking with
anyone connected to Mecca.

Pops, listen, okay?

I negotiated for us
to get enough product

to take over the
entire fucking city.

We pick up right
where Mecca left off.

You betrayed this
family with Mecca.

Why the fuck would I
make that mistake twice?

Look, I wanted out, and
we still fucking here.

Y'all figure this shit out.

Mo!

I ain't gonna jump just
'cause you say jump.

What the fuck is
wrong with everybody

in this entire fucking family?

She will kill us.

I don't know what
to do about Monet,

but I will talk to Papi.

He will come around.

Who else is gonna
be working with us?

Another sucker gets got
in Central Park. So?

Yeah, that sucker got got

because he had that
blue-diamond ring,

which you fenced.

Look, the same woman
that killed those people,

I think she held
a gun to my head

in Dante Spears'
apartment last night.

Yeah, from now on, I'ma
be working for her...

Me, Cane, and Brayden...

Or else she gonna
kill all three of us.

Who is this bitch?

All I got is a name... Noma.

Noma.

I'ma need you to be on standby.

I love working with you, Tariq.

Cash always clears.

Plus, got to pay for
this new office somehow.

You know Noma has concerns
about why the fuck her ring

landed in an auction
house, right?

I haven't given
her your name yet.

My discretion is your payment.

Now, I need you to see who's
watching the apartment,

because Cane had us go up in
the garage on some sus shit.

I don't know what that's about.

- Think it's Noma's people?
- Well, I don't know.

Cane didn't know about
Noma at the time,

and I don't think she'll let
us know that she's coming,

so I don't know.

There's some weird
shit going on, though.

I'll check it out.

All right. I got
to get to school.

So your family,
like, owns this room?

And, like, half the campus.

I know. It's so obnoxious.

Well, thanks for letting the
housing office place me here.

It's only temporary
till something opens up.

It's totally cool.

I just won't tell my parents
that my roommate is a Tejada.

Excuse me?

- You're Zeke Cross' cousin.
- Yeah?

I'm sorry for your loss.

That's really fucked up
what happened to him.

And Lorenzo Tejada,

the convicted drug
boss, is your dad.

I Googled you.

I mean, I'm totally
cool with it,

but my parents are more
than a little uptight.

You good. I get it.

But I won't tell my parents
that I'm sharing the room

with the sister
of Brayden Weston,

you know, the campus dealer who
snitched on himself in court.

Yeah.

Google goes both ways, sis.

What the fuck, you go here now?

Yep.

Monet know?

Do you think I have to
get permission from Monet

for every move I make?

Okay, yeah, Monet knows.

We good?

Yeah, as long as you
don't book my shit again.

Never.

That shit was fucked up.

I know.

- Hello, hello.
- Good morning.

- Good morning.
- Good Morning.

- Hello, class, hello.
- Hi.

- She's supposed to be dope.
- Good morning. So...

welcome to American Psyche.

I am Professor Bennet,
and I want y'all to know

I had over 300 students sign up

for the 25 seats
that you now occupy.

But I picked this
group specifically,

because you represent
different aspects

of this great
American experiment.

And those different perspectives

are gonna be critical
this semester,

as we discuss what
makes America America.

All right?

So what are some characteristics

that are inherently American?

It's all about the dolla,
dolla bills, y'all.

Greed. That's good.

That's American.

America's all about
the American Dream.

I mean, this is the
land of opportunity.

Opportunity.

Maybe for you.

America is the land
of opportunity,

but it's also the land where
privilege is paramount.

Well, when I think of
America, I think of freedom.

Mm, isn't how free you
are in this country

determined by the
color of your skin

and your economic status?

See, I-I knew Salim could
not resist that one.

Let me introduce
everybody to my TA,

Salim Ashe Freeman.

Now, the point he raises
is where I'd like to start.

In America,

is the way you're
perceived your reality?

Hell fucking yeah.

Just based on my name, I'm
ghetto or unintelligent,

so I have to work twice as hard

for people to recognize that
I'm more than just a bad bitch.

I'm a smart one, too.

I have the opposite problem.

People think I'm smart,

but they don't recognize
I'm a bad bitch, too.

Okay.

What about Zeke Cross?

You know, he went from
beloved basketball player

to jealous killer
to murder victim.

Yeah, he'll never be able

to clear up those
rumors from his name.

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

Tariq...

what do you do when
your perception

is at odds with your truth?

Well, I mean, doesn't the
truth always beat perception?

Gustave Flaubert said.
"There is no truth.

There is only perception."

So, despite having
not hurt anyone,

Zeke will always be remembered
as an accused killer?

Unless someone
changes the narrative.

Okay, greed, opportunity,
privilege, and...

Keke.

Looking fucking hot, as always.

Trace, to what do
I owe the pleasure?

You know, I'm just
stopping by to make sure

that little brother here's
on his best behavior.

- Wow, thanks.
- Yo, Brayden, right?

Yeah, man. Nice
to meet you guys.

Likewise.

Wyatt, clean your fucking nose

before Lucas gets
in here, please.

You know how it goes
around here, Keke.

Stop bugging.

Yo, you want some?

Uh, no, man, I'm good. Thanks.

Ah, don't let Keke
fuck with you.

Coke is the only way
to maintain this job.

The hours mixed
with the pressure

drives everyone insane.

Nah, bro. I said
I'm good, though.

Wow.

No way you're Trace's brother.

Or Lucas' nephew,
for that matter.

I guess when you sell,
you don't partake.

What the fuck did you just say?

Hey, hey. Watch your
fucking mouth, Liam!

Look, I don't care
what you've heard,

but my brother here
is still a Weston,

and last I looked,

that's whose name's on
your fucking checks, right?

I don't need you
standing up for me.

Okay, you know what? Both
of you, shut the fuck up.

And please stop doing
that shit before meetings.

It makes you all bigger
assholes than you already are.

Brayden, did you get those
numbers I asked you to run?

Shit.

Oh, dude, you're
fucking up already?

Shut the fuck up, Trace.

Just... I forgot them on my desk.
I'm gonna just grab 'em quick.

- Yeah, sure.
- And hurry up, dude.

Bro, I told you this
was gonna happen.

Jesus.

Hello, Brayden. It's
great to see you again.

Bash, what the fuck
are you doing here?

♪ At the end of the day ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm gettin' paid ♪

♪ It feels major
You just a hater ♪

- What?
- Hop in.

It's not happening. What's up?

Listen, you did me a
solid with that tip.

Shorty who wore the wire?

I just want to repay the favor,

let you know your mans

is trying to keep you
out of our drug game.

We back in business.

You don't need to
tell me about Tariq.

That's my man. We're
both on the same page.

Oh, word?

He know that you came to me
behind his back about Lauren?

Listen, I'm just trying to let
you know we back in business,

and your mans ain't invite you.

♪ It feels major ♪

- Bye, Cane.
- Wait.

Don't do that. Effie.

I'ma catch you later.

♪ And I'm goin' crazy ♪

You haven't returned my calls
about my brother, Theo Rollins.

I haven't returned your calls

because there's nothing
new to say, Mr. Davis.

His latest labs confirm
what I've been telling you.

His hepatitis B and D is
causing liver failure.

Ambushing me isn't
gonna change things.

Okay, so we'll get him a
new liver... I'll donate.

We've been through this.

His hep B makes him
ineligible for donation.

Like I said before,

he has anywhere from
six months to one year.

Okay, what the fuck are
you talking about, man?

We ain't giving up, okay?

Now, look, there's got to
be something we can do,

some... some trial
drug or some shit.

Actually...

my colleague is
running a drug trial

that's showing some promising
results at Columbia.

Yes.

Your brother fits the criteria,

but he can't participate
while he's in custody.

Well, I told him
I'm getting him out.

Just get whatever fucking
paperwork you need

to get my brother
into that trial.

Cooper Saxe.

Where the hell are we
with Theo Rollins' appeal?

Davis.

Yes, you are
interrupting my lunch.

I don't remember giving
you permission to eat.

I got a copy of the case
file from the DA's office,

but you're not
gonna believe this.

Half of it's redacted.

It makes no sense

for a run-of-the-mill
manslaughter case.

Okay, well, un-redact that shit

and find out what they're
trying to cover up.

That's how we get Theo out.

- I'm working on it.
- Fuck working on it.

Get it the fuck done, Saxe.

Oh, one more thing...

Find out who the fuck's

surveilling Dante
Spears' penthouse.

Federal informant Dante Spears?

He was murdered
three months ago.

I doubt the cops are still
sitting on the crime scene.

Well, someone is. Find out who.

Is this a case?

- Who's the client?
- Charge it to miscellaneous.

Huh.

Why is this Rollins case
so important to Davis?

- I'm not sure.
- Well, find out.

Maybe it'll give us something,
something more than this.

I told you.

He's too smart to leave a
smoking gun in his files.

At least I have ideas.

You haven't come
up with anything

to prove that Davis
has crossed the line

and working for Tariq
and the Tejadas.

I thought you were committed

to nailing Lauren
Baldwin's killers.

Obviously I'm committed to this.

I'm risking my law
license to help you.

Well, it's not much of a risk

if you don't find
anything, is it?

Hey, hey...

I'll get something.

Mm-hmm.

Davis is actively
working with Tariq again.

- They met in the office.
- Okay.

Well, what was said?

I don't know. I-I was
kept out of the meeting.

I thought he trusted you.

Just get me something
I can work with, okay?

- Please.
- What, you're... you're leaving?

I thought you
might stick around.

We haven't, uh, you
know, in a while.

Yeah, well, I haven't
really been in the mood.

You know what gets
me in the mood?

Evidence. Turns me into a freak.

So maybe find me some evidence,
and I'll stick around.

- Uh, wait.
- What?

- What?
- You, uh...

you have anyone surveilling
Dante Spears' penthouse?

No. Why?

Well, Davis mentioned it.

Ask around. See what
you can find out.

Because I work for you now?

The more I give him,
the more he trusts me,

- the more access I get.
- Mm.

Are you playing me, Saxe?

Come on.

Really?

You better not be.

Fuck.

What you fuck you
want, white Urkel?

- This is serious, Cane.
- Better be.

You got me out here in the
middle of the fucking night.

There's this guy Bash.

He helped me and Tariq
set up CourseCorrect.

His name is on your
corporate filings,

partners with Simon Stern.

What?

You don't think the Tejadas
do they due diligence?

Get on with it, white boy.

He knows I lied in court.

He's threatening to snitch
unless I pay him off.

And he's still breathing?

Nah, you got to put
his bitch ass down

- with the quickness.
- Yeah, I know.

But that could get back to me.

So I was thinking
maybe, you know...

- You...
- What? Me?

Nigga, that's why
you got me out here?

Cane.

I-I fucking... I
killed Lauren for you.

For me?

Last I recall, your dumb
ass was on that wire, too.

Okay, well, then
I-I did her for us.

Doesn't fucking matter.

If Bash snitches,
we're both fucked.

So I got to take care of this
because you got into business

with some disloyal motherfucker?

Yeah, that pretty
much sums it up.

Listen, I do this,
you coming with me.

Yeah, no, I don't
think that's such a...

"Yeah, no, I don't think
that's a great fucking idea,"

Silver fucking spoon.

You know I could very easily

come up with nicknames
for you, too, right?

Cane.

I wasn't gonna
call you any names!

Tariq. This is a
pleasant surprise.

Okay.

Good to see that Papa Stern
kicking you to the curb

didn't stop you
from living well.

No. If it wasn't
already apparent to you,

I am very resourceful.

But that's not what
you're here to discuss.

In a way, I am.

I have a solution
for both of us.

Ooh, I'm very curious.

I was just sitting
down for dinner.

- Can I get you something?
- Nah, I'm good.

Uh, I'll take some water.

Not very festive, but okay.

So I'm forming a new
business startup.

Funded by?

All I can tell you is that

it's an investor from overseas
with very, very deep pockets,

and I think that
you have a role.

You're offering me a job?

Nah, more like a-a
sweat-equity interest.

You know, we're gonna be
generating a lot of cash,

and I'm gonna need to
clean it the right way.

With your business
skills, you could help,

and on top of that, you know,

earn a little more than
what you been asking.

Mm.

Sweat equity, huh?

Do I look like someone
who likes to sweat?

Here it is... five
stars on Yelp.

Nigga, we ain't
staying the night.

Yeah, I know, but
what I'm saying is

a lot of staff and security.

A lot of eyes, so you
got to be careful.

Bash is in room 1158.
I'll wait down here.

Whoa. Wait, wait,
time-out, time-out.

I got to be careful
while you wait here?

I'll be one block
over with the car.

Okay, guess what.
Change of plans.

I'm not killing
this motherfucker.

You are.

Cane, I don't think
that's a good idea.

Cane!

Why are you so shook, huh?
This ain't your first.

You already killed Blondie.

Yeah, I know, but
this is different.

Exactly. She was your friend,

and this motherfucker's
your enemy.

It's simple.

- All right, fine, I'll do it.
- Good.

And I'll be right here
holding your fucking hand.

Listen, we go through this door,

take the service elevator up,

grab a keycard from
the maid carts, got it?

Good.

Now?

You're making this
generous offer

because I'm your friend?

Tariq, I know how
your friends end up.

Why would I be
interested in that?

I'm trying to help
the both of us.

No, the only person you're
thinking about is yourself,

as usual.

That's a lie, Bash.
I'm not that guy.

You can't hustle
a hustler, Tariq.

You're out of your league.

You can pretend to be
someone you're not,

just like your father.

Listen, I ain't my
fucking father, all right?

Simon told me that your father
was a drug-dealing killer

disguised in a Tom Ford suit.

You're the same, but
instead of a tailored suit,

you're in some college hoodie.

You can pretend

to be some legit Ivy
League student, Tariq,

but you are a
criminal and a thug,

and they can smell that on you.

You can pretend to
be innocent, Tariq,

but I know who you really are,

and I can ruin your
life anytime I want,

so I suggest you pay
me and you continue...

- Shut the fuck up!
- I own you, Tariq.

- 'Riq?
- The fuck y'all doing here?

- What the fuck?
- Shit, nigga.

- You good, 'Riq?
- Yeah. I'm good.

- What the hell happened?
- Ain't it obvious?

Original Urkel
solved your problem.

We got to get rid of this
motherfucker's body ASAP.

Yeah, we got to
clean this place up.

Nah, this ain't no corner boy.

We got to make sure
people ain't looking

- for this motherfucker.
- Nah, he stole from Stern.

Motherfuckers think he took
off overseas or some shit.

Good. Let's hurry the fuck up
before somebody come up here.

Why the hell you calling my boss

about Dante Spears' penthouse?

Excuse me. Who are you?

Blanca Rodriguez, DEA.

He's in every picture
outside the penthouse.

He one of yours?

That's Detective
Kevin Whitman, NYPD.

I-I don't know why he's there.

- Um, Dante Spears was your CI?
- Yeah.

And you allowed
for his penthouse

to be inherited so you could
see who it might attract?

Smart.

You had your ass handed to you

in that Tariq St.
Patrick murder trial.

Blanca Rodriguez.

You investigated James
St. Patrick, right?

And Tasha and Tariq himself.

That whole family is a menace.

I see you haven't
given up on Tariq.

Have you?

Tariq was in Dante
Spears' penthouse

the night he was killed.

What? Why don't I know this?

Because I haven't
made it public.

I don't want to spook him.

What do you have on him?

My theory is that Tariq,

Brayden Weston,
the Tejada family,

and Davis Maclean are
all co-conspirators

- in a criminal network.
- Evidence?

Nothing that I'm
ready to act on.

Oh.

Well, if you don't
want to share,

then I should just get going.

I have a CI embedded with them.

Just a matter of time.

Is it possible that Dante
was Tariq's connect?

I don't have hard
evidence of that.

You went after Tariq for murder,

but the driving force here
is the drug enterprise.

You thinking that
you can nail Tariq

and his whole group under RICO?

If we can get the evidence.

You seek authorization?

As you said,

I just had my ass
handed to me in court,

so I need to be rock solid
before moving forward.

You have enough clout
to get authorization

for a joint federal
and local task force?

You really have a CI embedded
in their organization?

Yeah.

Then, yeah, I could try.

Got to do something

to get these fucking
killers off the street.

You really think speaking
at Zeke's jersey dedication

will change the
way people see you?

I mean, it's a captive audience.

They got to listen.

On top of that, I can't let
this fucking dean kick me out.

If he does, then I
lose my trust fund,

and I need that to get
back with my mom and Yas.

Yeah. I get you.

Thank you.

It's, um, pretty impressive

how Diana was able to
pull this memorial off.

Were you with her this
afternoon working on it?

You kind of went MIA.

Mm-mm. I was with Brayden.

Okay, I thought you said he was
working at his father's firm.

He is.

But, you know, we just
had some business.

Business.

What kind of business?
You get a new connect?

More like a new
connect found us.

What do you mean?

A'ight, Effie, look, I'm...

I'm trying to keep
you out of this, okay?

This... this new
connect, she's dangerous.

- Tariq, I can handle myself.
- You know how I feel, though.

Everyone that gets involved
with me ends up just...

I'm not Lauren.

Effie, just listen
to me, please!

I'm sorry, but I'm not! And
her death wasn't about you.

It was an accident.

She wouldn't have been
running if it wasn't for me.

Stop. You're not cursed.

There's nothing you
could have done for her.

That's the fucking issue.
I couldn't do a thing.

So accept that and stop
torturing yourself.

And it's cute and all, but
I don't need protecting.

What I do need is money.

So, if this new connect
has some product,

let me help you move it.

Jesus Christ.

I mean, does anyone
ever get the chance

to say no to you, Effie?

Why would you want to do
something stupid like that?

You're good.

Numbers on the latest
polls are really tight.

They'll rise. You just
have to give it time.

Yeah, we'll see.

- Excuse me.
- Sorry.

A true leader keeps
his eyes on the prize.

- Harper?
- Rashad.

Oh, I-I thought you
were teaching at Howard.

Well, I-I just joined the
poli-sci department here.

Uh, someone told me
you're an adjunct.

You've been asking about me.

Would that brighten your
day after all these years?

Absolutely.

But isn't Stansfield a little
too conservative for you?

Oh, by conservative,
you mean white?

I mean, obviously.

Well, they made me an
offer I couldn't resist.

Oh, I'm sorry. Hi, I'm Harper.

R-Rashad and I...
we're just old friends.

Yeah, this is, um, Angela Daves.

That dress looks
gorgeous on you.

- Thank you.
- Yes, indeed.

Gorgeous.

We should catch up sometime.

We should.

How's school?

Oh, mm, it's different.

And you organized all of this?

Wow.

That's amazing.

Yeah, I-I was hoping
Ma would appreciate it.

She does. We all do.

I know you got a
lot of shit to do.

I'll let you get
to it. Go ahead.

Yeah, uh, you're right.

Actually, I do have a lot to do.

I just wanted to say hi.

Give it time.

Go ahead. Good job.

Hey. Want to sit?

Doing okay?

You know, most people cry
after these things, not before.

Uh, Zeke was her cousin/brother,

so you're kind of being a dick.

Oh.

Look, I'm sorry, queen.

Cousin/brother?

It's a long story.

You looking for a
seat or something?

Uh, yeah. [chuckles] Thank you.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Thanks.

But a face as beautiful as yours

should always be smiling.

Okay, um, if you're
gonna to sit here,

you're gonna have to
work on your game.

Okay.

And now family friend and
recording artist Lil' Mo

would like to pay
a tribute to Zeke.

[Boyz II Men's

["It's so Hard to Say
Goodbye to Yesterday" plays]

♪ How do I ♪

♪ Say goodbye ♪

♪ To what we had? ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ The good times ♪

♪ That made us laugh ♪

♪ Outweigh the bad ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ I thought we'd get ♪

♪ To see forever ♪

♪ Forever's gone ♪

♪ Away ♪

♪ It's so hard ♪

♪ To say goodbye ♪

♪ To yesterday ♪

♪ Ay-ay-ay ♪

♪ And if we get ♪

♪ To see tomorrow ♪

♪ I hope it's worth ♪

♪ All the wait ♪

♪ It's so hard ♪

♪ To say goodbye ♪

♪ To yester ♪

♪ To yesterda-ay-ay ♪

♪ And I'll take ♪

♪ With me the memories... ♪

Oh, God, I'm so sorry, Zeke.

♪ To yesterday ♪

Zeke was...

Zeke was a brother...

a son...

a cousin...

a rising basketball star.

And to me, just like he
was to so many of you here,

he was an amazing friend.

And all that Zeke was

and all that Zeke was gonna be

was taken away from him
from a bullet to the back

from the gun of a coward.

And even before that bullet,
Zeke was robbed of something.

Zeke was robbed
of his good name.

With false accusations
from the NYPD,

Zeke nearly lost his NBA career.

He lost the ability to
walk across this campus

without people whispering
lies behind his back.

He even lost

people he thought
were his real friends.

And even when the DA declared
Zeke innocent of those charges,

people still didn't
want to believe it.

But I'm here to set
the record straight.

Zeke is no killer.

I won't let him
go out like that.

I want people to remember
Zeke by who he really,

really was...

A great friend,

a real brother with a big heart.

Don't let a lie strip him
of who he actually was.

I know how that feels.

I know exactly how
much that shit hurts.

Yeah, but you did it.

That's exactly what
I'm talking about.

I'm innocent.

You can pretend to
be innocent, Tariq,

but I know who you really are,

- and I can ruin your life.
- Shut the fuck up!

Tell 'em, 'Riq.

Show 'em what a real
killer look like.

Raina!

You deserve to die
for what you did.

This is me.

I'm you, Dad.

And I'm gonna work
every single day

to show you guys that I
belong on this campus.

And hopefully maybe you
guys will give me a chance,

because I know for sure, if
my friend Zeke was still here,

he'd definitely
give me a chance.

Give me a minute.
I'll be right there.

You all right?

Do I look like I'm all right?

I'm the reason why Zeke is dead.

I should have just left
him in North Carolina.

Damn.

Ah...

Nah, look, you don't got
to think of it that way.

Is there another way?

What could I do for you?

Well, you was with me when
Zeke was killed, so in a way...

you're like the only
person I can trust.

You can always
trust me. Of course.

Lorenzo said he was
looking for Zeke's killer,

but he ain't come
back with shit.

Look, I need to find out...

who killed Zeke
and make him pay.

It's the only way this
is ever gonna go away.

You know something, Tariq?

You always seem
to know something.

If I knew something, you
would have already knew.

If you find out anything,
let me know first.

Promise. I got you.

Thank you, baby.

What the hell are you doing

outside Dante Spears' penthouse?

Here's a better question.

- Who the fuck took that photo?
- Doesn't matter.

You just got back from
a compulsory leave.

You're supposed to
be riding a desk.

You do realize there is
a link between the murder

- of Carrie Milgram and...
- Carrie's suicide.

Do you honestly believe
that she killed herself?

Look, I get that you feel
partially responsible...

I fucking do! And so should you!

If I would have
spent half the time

listening to her that
I spent accusing her,

- she might be alive right now.
- I know.

Then let's fucking do
something about it.

Monet Tejada is the one
pulling all the strings.

She's behind Carrie's
murder, Zeke's murder,

and fucking Lauren
Baldwin's murder.

Lauren Baldwin died in a
car accident, end of story.

Do you honestly
believe that, too?

I believe it because it's true.

- Fuck off.
- Listen to what

I need you to do.

Go back to your desk.

You are not authorized to
investigate Monet Tejada.

Is that understood?

Please close the
door on your way out.

♪ Yo, welcome to my world ♪

♪ The one You ain't
gettin' shit in ♪

♪ One I'm in and I'm runnin' ♪

♪ I'm runnin', I'm
pressin' The Michelin Man ♪

♪ I came with the product ♪

♪ I'm tyin' the knot up
This isn't something... ♪

You said you could
move Mecca's product.

Well, this is Mecca's product.

- God damn.
- Holy shit.

I'm going to keep an eye on you

to make sure you assholes
are hitting your marks.

You know what happens
if I come back

and it turns out you
were bullshitting.

Yeah. We got this.

Another American trait I
hate... overconfidence.

♪ Don't matter How
I get the feta ♪

♪ As long as I get it Forever ♪

♪ I'm frequently
gettin' Them Gs... ♪

Tariq, what the fuck?

What's up?

Just... do you think that
we should be bringing

the Tejadas and Cane in on this?

I mean, with all this
fucking product, Effie,

how could we move
it without them?

Yeah, but can you trust them?

I trust them enough,
okay? Trust me.

How we gonna move all this?

Hey, yo.

We need to figure
this shit out quick.

Yeah, or we fucked.

Got any ideas?

Hi. How you holding up?

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

♪ Sometimes it feels
Like I can't die ♪

♪ 'Cause I never was alive ♪

♪ Every day it feels
Like someone new dies ♪

♪ Hope the news is a lie ♪

♪ This is my version
Of watching you cry ♪

♪ Looking you in your eyes ♪

♪ This is my version
Of watching you die ♪

♪ Took me by surprise ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Lost too many this year ♪

♪ Shed too many Of them tears ♪

♪ Now a nigga richer ♪

♪ But there's way
Too many people ♪

♪ Missing from the picture ♪

♪ At the door, let me in ♪

♪ I'm looking For
answers, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ At the door, let me in ♪

♪ I'm looking For
answers, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, Now
I'm getting richer ♪

♪ But it's too many people
Missing from the picture ♪

♪ Open up the door ♪

♪ Open up the door
Yeah, yeah, let me in ♪

♪ And sometimes it
feels Like I can't die ♪

♪ 'Cause I never was alive ♪