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I was wondering if you was willing

to make some extra money.

Listen, I already told your mama

that the block is hot around her, okay?

I owe your mother, so I'll help you out,

but you gotta find your own product.

These days, you know,

the name of the game is convenience.

I wanna do the same with tutoring.

It'll be run through an app
called CourseCorrect.

- Simon will want a record.
- And what would you want?

How about 5%, and neither
of us tells Stern about this?

Why were you in my room?

Tariq's passed out on your bed.

You put it on him that hard?

I shouldn't be doing this.

Did you sleep with Tariq, Diana?

Nothing happened between us.

From now on, he's business, that's it.

You wanna tell me about these white boys

- Cane had on the corner?
- Nah.

Wanna tell me why you sent Cane up here?

Somebody could've gotten killed.

- That whole shipment...
- I didn't send him, Tariq.

Their names are Brayden
and Trace Weston.

These kids are rich and connected.

Something happens to them,
half of NYPD is here, and...

I know.

Cane is out of control, Mo.

You have to get him in line.

I'm running this shit, Cane.

Long as you are in my house,
you will fucking listen to me.

This is Dad's house. Everything
you got comes from him.

All this bullshit with you and Tariq

- and you and that cop nigga...
- Cane...

Don't you put your fucking hands...

Get the fuck off me!

_

_

Don't you ever put your
hands on my wife again.

We work together.

It's a deal.

Tariq St. Patrick's going to jail.

Is there any way that Davis could
know what really happened?

No, Ma, there's no way.

Look, you were the one that
said we have to trust Davis.

And the testimony did make me look good.

All right, so then
that's all that matters.

Everything'll be fine.

I just hope you're right.

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* Didn't it rain, children *

* Oh, Lord... *

See, I told you we get more
when you preach about hell.

People wanna give.

They just have to be
reminded why sometimes.

You hear that?

Nobody move!

Put the money in the fucking bag!

No, no, no, no, no! My-my brother...

Ain't no brothers here, T.D. Jakes.

Uh, j-just let us go.

Nah, we got a special job for you.

Hey, clean this up. I want all that.

Hey, yo, you heard what he said.

No, please, please. Brothers...

- Move! Move!
- No, no...

- Hey, yo, you think this is a game?
- No, I...

Give me this shit.

Don't fucking move!

Come on!

S-son, you-you don't wanna
do this in the Lord's house.

What? This is my house, motherfucker.

Open it.

"Do-do not store for
yourself treasures on Earth,

where thieves break in and steal,

but-but store for yourself
treasures in heaven".

Man, shut the fuck up.

You trying to go to heaven, Father?

No, chill, chill, chill,
chill, chill, chill.

- Rev!
- Fuck!

Oh!

- Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!
- Oh!

Idiots! Yo, didn't I
say stick to the plan?

- Fuck.
- Till the fucking end?

- Let's go.
- Let's go.

Students, please listen up.

Uh, I know you're anxious,

and, frankly, some of you should be.

The five students with the highest GPAs

will advance to the semifinals

for the coveted Canonical
Studies Fellowship.

And those five students are...

Condom parade!

Strap up, nerds! Whoo! Sex Week!

I think you dropped this.

Boy, if you don't get that
shit up out of my face...

This right here is for niggas
with MBAs and mortgages.

- Damn.
- Move.

All right, settle down.

We all know it's Sex Week
here on campus,

and that comes with a certain
amount of disruptions.

But I expect you all to be

above the puerility of Fraternity Row.

Sex Week was started by
campus health services

to help educate the student body

about their bodies,

and we encourage all of you to take part

in the various panels
and activities offered.

- Ha, like the Q Party, okay?
- Hey, we in there.

- We in there.
- Ugh!

What the hell is that?

That debaucherous, orgiastic tradition

is not a school-sanctioned event,

and the administration has been, uh,

trying to abolish it for years.

And until they do,

we strongly discourage
you all from attending.

But if you do go, wrap it up.

Well, speaking of wrapping it up,

can we go ahead and announce
the semifinalists already?

And don't gag when they call my name.

And the semifinalists
are Ashley Fitzpatrick...

Richard Banks,

Lauren Baldwin,

Timothy Goldwyn,

and last but not least...

- BruShaundria Carmichael.
- Ha!

Told y'all. Period.
What, you got a problem?

- Well done.
- Congratulations

to the winners.

Tariq, wait.

Listen... I know you were
counting on the fellowship

to graduate early.

I don't wanna talk about this.

Look, I understand.

It's just that if tutoring Zeke
is making it hard for you

to keep up in the program,

then as your counselor...

This has nothing to do with Zeke.

Right.

I was wondering how
he's doing academically.

Oh, that's good.

Oh, Brayden, you're
getting better at this.

I know, right?

Went to one of those Sex Week seminars.

You know, it's crazy nobody
actually teaches the guy

where the clitoris is.

Well, the patriarchy's not
invested in female pleasure.

You have no idea what
I'm talking about, do you?

- Absolutely no clue.
- You're an idiot.

I love you too, baby.

You can't love somebody if
you can't tell them the truth.

You still haven't told me
what really happened

when you disappeared all day,

and I know that Tariq told
you to lie to me about it.

I told you, I was babysitting
Trace when he got drunk.

Yo, B, we gotta talk

about this shit...

Yo, what the fuck, B?

I thought I told you not
to bring her back here.

We... you're early.

I thought you weren't
supposed to be back until...

well, now, but it's
Sex Week, bro, come on.

You know I gotta get my swerve on.

Man, y'all look like
two raw chicken cutlets

in that fucking bed.

Hit me when she gets
the fuck out of here.

So what's going on with Tariq?

Saw you two talking this morning.

I'm his advisor.

Respect his privacy.

I'll ignore the irony
of you telling anyone

to respect a student's privacy

only because I need to ask
a personal favor of you.

It's about my new book.

Jabari, you and I should
only talk about work.

Besides, I have to get
these note cards done

for tomorrow's 48 Laws
of Power assignment.

I could help you with that.

You know what? That would be great.

Have these on my desk

first thing tomorrow morning.

Thanks.

Is that Everett?

He pissed at you for
leaving the other night?

No, actually, he's pissed
at you for showing up

and making me come home.

Just got word from Rico.

The re-up's coming in two days.

Um, Ma, have you heard from Cane?

I ain't sweating your brother.

Yeah, but he always handles
the re-ups with you.

And D.C. Joe expects him.

D.C. Joe ain't nobody's boss.

Dru can do the re-up with me.

Okay, I ain't got no problem
doing the re-up with her,

but Cane should be here.

But after what happened,

he definitely ain't gonna just show up,

and she ain't gonna call him.

They too much alike that way.

- Mm-hmm.
- We gotta go get him.

Hmm?

He could be anywhere, D.

I think I know where to look.

- Hey, baby.
- Cane been to see you?

I know how that boy loves
to go running to his daddy

every time things ain't going his way.

What the fuck did you say to him?

He ain't been back since.

He came by. I'm sure he's fine, Mo.

It's been three days, Renzo.

What did you say to him?

I told him to do what you say...

and not disrespect you.

That's all you said?

Well, he should've shown back up by now.

I got a drop coming in two days,

and now I need to figure out
how I'ma handle it without him.

All I did was explain his
fucking place in this family.

He'll be back, Mo.

I hope you're right.

What up, 'Riq?

What up? Got your Julius Caesar paper.

Didn't I tell you to
meet me after class?

Yeah. Sorry about that.

You know, Sex Week...

I was a little preoccupied,
if you know what I mean.

Nigga, I was writing 25
pages for your dumb ass

while you was getting your fuck on.

Of course I know what you mean.

My bad, yo. You my mans, though.

Yeah, whatever.

Listen, man, I can't be
chasing you down like this.

- I got shit to do myself.
- I got you.

I got my priorities straight:

work, then pussy.

Whew, university's different
than I remember.

- What the fuck you doing here?
- I took you not answering

my calls as an invitation.

Now, explain to me why there is

a mountain of unfulfilled
orders on the app

that I graciously helped you launch.

There were some issues
going on, all right,

but I'm handling it.

Stop acting like you doing me a favor

when I'm paying you way more
than what you're worth.

You know, Simon started

this whole Q Party thing
when he was at Stansfield.

Now, you go, and you
make Papa Stern proud,

and you sell those papers like
you have something at stake.

He'll like these.

He loves flavors.

Yeah, I'm running low.

I got some factors that are
out of my control right now.

Listen, it's a big week on campus.

All right, it's a lot of,
um, action going on.

So if I'm not making people
happy, someone else will.

Look, I gotta wait, so you gotta wait.

Sit tight. I'll hit you.

Oh, f...

You don't have an appointment.

You aren't taking my calls.

You still down with the plan?

Yeah, I'm still down, but Steven Ott

is gonna fire my ass if
I don't do a better job

looking like I'm trying
to convict Tasha.

Okay, who does he expect
you to call to the stand?

Well, Quinton Wallace, Tasha's lover.

He puts her at the crime scene,
and she tried to frame him.

- To protect Tariq.
- Yeah.

But we can't say that in court, not yet.

You get him on his criminal record.

- That's the plan.
- Uh, Rashad Tate.

- Lying-ass nigga.
- Elisa Marie Proctor.

Minor child, couldn't possibly
know anything relevant.

Who else?

Uh, Tommy Egan's mother, Kate Egan.

She would refute Tasha's testimony

that Tommy shot James St. Patrick.

The cokehead ex-stripper, right.

I will wipe the floor with her.

Yeah, but even if you do, it won't help.

I need someone who
Ott will believe will say

Tasha was the queenpin

but actually knows the truth
about James St. Patrick.

But who's left that knows that for sure?

I got it.

What are you doing here?

What happened now?

Well, I assume you've heard
Tasha St. Patrick's on trial

for her husband's murder.

I put that part of my life behind me.

I've moved on.

We know you two were in contact,

I need you to come testify.

Yeah, absolutely not. Find someone else.

This isn't optional, Paz.

Look...

I came here as a courtesy,

but I can just as easily get a subpoena.

What don't you understand?

I can't help you with your case.

Tasha didn't tell me
anything about the murder.

Perfect.

See, all you have to do
is say that on the stand.

Can I help you?

Is my brother here?

- Cane?
- Mm-hmm.

No, I ain't seen Cane in a minute.

Yeah, okay, except I know that's a lie,

'cause there's no way you
could afford anything I see

besides that drink in your hand.

- Mm.
- Cane!

- Excuse me.
- Cane!

- Yo, what happened to you?
- Go home, D.

I'm worried about you.
You need to come home.

Listen, I'm not sure Ma or Papi
want me to even be home.

I could tell she's worried.
She wants you back.

She say that?

D.C. Joe called.

The re-up's coming. She needs you.

We all need you, Cane.

I don't know, D.

If you want back in,
this is how you do it.

You show up for the family.

Come in at the perfect time.

Show her how much she depends on you.

That'll squash it.

You think just like her.

The streets are kind
of hot for me right now,

but I'll be at the drop,

as long as you promise not
to tell Ma where I'm at.

- I got you.
- You got me?

- I do.
- Okay.

I'll send you the time for the drop.

All right.

- I love you.
- I love you too.

Hey, Ma, you good?

Listen, 'Riq, I've been thinking.

I don't want you to come to the trial.

- What?
- This week or at all.

No, Ma, I wanna be there for you.

Now that your name has been brought up,

it's just not smart, baby.

I-I just don't think you
should be in the public eye.

You don't need to be there.

What you need to be doing is studying

and making sure Davis gets paid.

I got you.

How you doing otherwise?

- Yo, 'Riq.
- I gotta go, all right?

Finally, bro.

Yo, does your girl even go to school?

Like, she's never in class.

Hey, not everyone's as
overscheduled as you.

Some of us are actually in college,

you know, to have some fun.

Look, I'm focused, and
you need to be too, bro.

The app is blowing up, and
I'm not about to lose out

on no money because your
homeless-ass girlfriend

is here all the time.

- I ain't gonna lie, she can't come back.
- We're losing out on money

because we don't have
any weight to move,

not because Riley,

and the only reason she's here

is because her roommates
just don't want dudes around.

Cane kidnapped you and Chase

just for being in this room.

You want that same
shit to happen to Riley?

Okay, you're right.

I'm sorry. I'll handle it.

Thank you.

Did Cane speak to you about
his conversation with Daddy?

He went up there the other night.

No, Ma, I ain't spoke to Cane.

Did Daddy speak to you about it?

Not about that, no.

Look, Ma, I don't know anything.

I do.

I found Cane.

- Where?
- You did?

I can't say all that, but
he said he'll be at the meet.

I swear.

Okay, fine. Back to regular protocol.

Dru, you make the cash run to Bishop.

D, you'll be at the bar
to start sorting product.

You real bold coming in here saying

how you ain't gonna tell
me where your brother is.

Ma, he gotta be able to trust
somebody in this house.

It ain't you, it ain't
Daddy, so it's me.

Besides, you know what
you need to know, right?

Yeah, I got what I need.

You can go.

* Boy, you got a good thing *

* Good thing *

* Good thing *

* But you wanna play games *

* Play games *

* Play games... *

That was three.

Let's see if we can get to four.

Zeke, one of us has a job.

* Don't waste my time... *

I was wondering if you're, um...

planning on going to the Q Party.

No, girl, I ain't worried
about those random hos

now that I got a real woman.

Actually...

I'd like you to meet my Auntie Monet.

She can be kind of tough,
but I-I think she'd like you.

Um...

Zeke...

we talked about this.

I'm a professor,

and you're a student and a star athlete.

Any of this getting out
would be explosive,

which is why I think you
should go to the party,

for appearance's sake.

Be with girls your age.

Girls my age ain't got
nothing to talk about,

and all they trying to
do is get with a baller.

I'll go to the party
if that's what you want,

but I ain't letting you go.

_

Fuck.

_

Uh, I-I was looking for Brayden.

Yeah, you sure that's
all you was looking for?

'Cause last time you came
here, you left with some shit

that wasn't yours, and
you still owe me for it.

So unless you want me to call
that big, scary Black nigga

to finish what he started,
I think you should go.

Listen, I don't know how
you got my brother involved

in... whatever you're doing,

but leave him out of it,
or I'm gonna call the cops.

Nigga, the cops work for us too.

Why you think they were so
quick to let you guys go, huh?

I mean, you can do what you want,

but the only thing you'd be
doing is turning Brayden in,

'cause ain't shit tracing back to me.

I got an alibi.

I was sitting right there
playing chess with Riley.

Yeah, I bet you were.

Look, I don't know what kind of
freaky shit you three are into,

but it's pretty sick.

- What are you talking about?
- I saw you and Riley

in my room at your birthday party.

Yeah, she must be as good as she looks,

'cause when I peeked my head in,

you were knocked the fuck out.

Man, I wasn't in your room with Riley.

Oh, yeah, you were.

I even changed my sheets and everything

'cause I wasn't taking
any fucking chances.

It's your turn.

I'd be done by now if you
let me shower with you.

We'd still be in there.

It's just the food.

Go.

What are you doing here?

I was having lunch at our old spot,

and the owner asked where you were,

so she gave me this on this house.

I didn't want it to go to waste, so...

Jabari, I told you we should
only talk about work.

Takeout from our old spot
is-is not about work.

Come on, Carrie.

Look, I just want things
between us to be good,

and we can only talk
about work if you want.

And look, I even brought the cards.

I asked you to leave them on my desk.

I know. I just...

I-I just thought it'd be
a good memory, all right?

And I wanted to share it with you, okay?

What...

This is what we've always done, Carrie.

You know, we fight.
We argue. We make up.

Wh-what's changed?

Fucking sports highlights?

You take a sudden interest
in basketball, Carrie?

Goodbye, Professor Reynolds.

This week's text distills
3,000 years of warfare,

leadership, and strategy...

... into what the author identifies

- as the 48 essential laws of power.
- _

Unlike our other material,
this single book

synthesizes the tactics

of some of history's greatest figures

to lay out how principles
such as awareness, discretion,

and self-preservation

can ensure total control
over one's enemies.

Thoughts?

I mean, it's just an instruction manual

on how to screw people over.

Or how to get what you want.

Look, I think it's outlining
how to succeed at business.

You're not a businessman.

Look, everything is business, all right?

- He's not wrong about that.
- You damn right.

But what if you're using it
to fight for the less fortunate

or for something you're
really passionate about?

All's fair in true love and war, right?

Well, Ashley makes a great point,

which leads me to your assignment.

Each of you has a card
with your name on it.

On the back of the card is a secret.

Your job is to guard that secret

while your partner uses
the tactics laid out

in The 48 Laws of Power
to get you to reveal it.

The students who successfully procure

their partner's secrets get an A.

And what stops us from just
telling each other our secrets?

Well, you do that, and you both fail.

So partner up.

So here's the deal.

I need the A to get the fellowship,

and since you are no
longer in the running,

you should just tell me your secret.

Fuck no. I still need a A.

Let me see that.

Word? Yeah.

What are you doing? Give me that back.

- What you gonna trade for it?
- Give it back, Tariq.

- What you gonna trade for it?
- Tariq, give me...

- What you gonna trade for it?
- Give it! Tariq, give me...

Condom parade! Sex Week!

- Sex Week! Sex Week! Sex Week!
- Yo! Yo!

- Whoa.
- Give me that.

- Ooh.
- Yo, Professor Milgram

did not say anything about
using brute physical strength.

I will get that from you
by any means necessary.

I mean, you look a little strong,

but you're still short, so...

- Oh, short?
- Yeah.

- Oh, okay.
- Yo, stop.

Come on, chill. Chill.
Yo, stop, stop, stop.

- Yo, chill. Chill!
- Oh, I'm short?

- I'm short?
- Oh! Just chill!

- I'm short? I'm short?
- Chill, chill.

Okay, whatever. Oh, my
God, what are you doing?

I just want you to be
able to see yourself.

Yo, nigga, don't you
go to school in D.C.?

Malcolm, look, I know this looks crazy,

but Tariq and I are doing
an assignment, and...

Hold on, Lauren. Men are talking.

Excuse me?

How disrespectful do you have to be

to put your hands on
another man's woman?

Yo, get your nigga before
he get himself hurt.

I'm not a nigga,

and I would expect an educated
Black man to know better.

Malcolm, stop.

Tariq, can you just go

and we'll deal with this later, please?

Yeah, I gotta be somewhere anyway.

Later, Lauren.

Later, nigga.

Malcolm, you are doing way too much.

There is no too much when
I'm fighting for our future.

From this point on,
we don't have a future.

Get out.

Lauren, don't make a mistake
you'll live to regret.

You are the mistake I regret. Get out.

_

Miss Merchant, you're here

on a possession of marijuana charge,

which is quite an accomplishment,

given the recent changes to the law.

Over two ounces is a serious offense.

Will you be representing yourself today?

No, Your Honor.

My uncle... I mean my lawyer
will be here any minute.

Well, we can't wait here
all day, young lady.

You'll have to give your plea

whether your uncle shows or not.

Okay, well, what plea do you enter

if you think the law itself is stupid?

Weed never hurt anybody.

Ah, U.S. Attorney Saxe. To
what do we owe the pleasure?

I'm sorry I'm late, Your Honor.

I am here to represent
my niece Riley Merchant,

- Fuck.
- or rather, Your Honor, my friend David Turwilliger

is here to do so with my blessing.

Very well, then.
Let's go ahead and begin.

- As you know, your niece Miss Merchant
- _

is here on a marijuana
possession charge.

Yo, yo.

What'd you wanna talk to me about?

Would you spit it out?

You're giving me a fucking
anxiety attack over here.

All right, look,

I should have told you
this a long time ago, but...

I didn't want you to get hurt.

But I think you need to know the truth.

The truth about what?

All right, remember my birthday
when I got real fucked up?

Yeah.

Riley tried to hit that night.

That's not funny.

Look, she found me in Trace's room,

and I basically had to fight her off.

- I can't believe this.
- And then she tried the same exact shit

when you were out with Cane, bro.

No, you... I can't believe you.

That's not Riley.

Bro, look, I know you
don't wanna believe that,

but you need to trust me, all right?

I'm not about to lie to you
about some shit like that.

- Even Trace knows. Ask him.
- I'm not asking Trace shit.

You're really that petty, Tariq?

Brayden, listen to me, bro, come on.

No, you listen to me!
We talked about this.

You said you were
gonna stop lying to me.

I thought we were boys.

You're fucked up, Tariq.

Oh, my God.

_

You wanted to see me, Professor?

I heard the Knicks
actually won this week.

That's why you wanted to see me?

Have a seat.

So where were you at
yesterday morning, Tariq?

Uh, I think I was... think
I was at the library.

The library was closed
for maintenance yesterday.

Oh, well, I must be confused.

Why do you ask?

Well, I saw you speaking
with Professor Milgram

after the fellowship announcement.

Yeah, well, she's really,
um, interested.

Huh, interested.

Okay.

So how about this, Tariq?

How would you like a second
chance at the fellowship?

Now, you were only a few
points away from qualifying,

so I wanna offer you an
extra-credit opportunity

to get right back in the game.

Look, I'd do anything
to get that fellowship,

so just let me know what I need to do.

Well, I want you to write
a personal essay for me,

but I need you to go deep.

Okay, um, about what?

I want you to write about
the nature of power

in relationships,

let's say between you and a,
uh-a love interest, perhaps.

Um, yeah, I could-I could do that.

But I want details, Tariq, specifics.

All right, I got you.

Okay.

Excited to see how
you pull this one off.

Without even one straight
white guy on there,

Davis is gonna have them

eating Tasha's sob story
right out of his hand.

Trust me, Steve, there's
a method to my madness.

Ah, I hope so, and since
you got spanked by Davis

and blew it with that last witness,

I'm gonna be right here watching you.

All rise.

Court is now in session.

The Honorable Judge
Nina Larkin presiding.

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.

Please be seated.

In the case of the United States

versus Tasha St. Patrick,

are both sides ready?

- We're ready, Your Honor.
- Uh, uh, yes,

Your Honor, the prosecution
would like to call Paz Valdes

as its first witness.

Please raise your right hand.

What is Saxe gonna ask her?

Um, doesn't matter, okay?
She can't hurt us.

Do you swear to tell
the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the
truth, so help you God?

I do.

Uh, Ms. Valdes...

you mind telling us
what you do for a living?

Um, I own a nail salon in Queens.

And how do you know the defendant?

My sister Angela was in a relationship
with her husband.

You two have spoken before, correct?

Uh, can you tell me the nature
of those conversations?

They were mostly about Angela and Jamie.

Was she angry about your
sister's sexual relationship

with her husband?

- Yes, at first.
- How angry was she?

And did she ever express, say, a desire

to hurt either James or Angela or worse?

No, never.

Ms. Valdes, you told former
U.S. Attorney Jacob Warner

that Tasha was contacting
Angela on behalf

of the St. Patrick drug
organization, did you not?

Um, I didn't know...

Did you not supply my
office with a cell phone

given to Angela by the defendant

for the purposes of
secret communication?

I can call Mr. Warner to the stand...

or you could just tell the truth.

Yes.

In the furtherance of
their drug business?

No. I don't know.

When I gave the phone to Mr. Warner,

I thought it was from Jamie.

It was supposed to be
evidence against him.

Right, right, because you believed James

killed your sister, is that correct?

Yes, but I was wrong. Tommy Egan did it.

Tommy Egan killed my sister.

How do you know?

Tasha told me.

Well, how did she know, Paz?

I don't know.

This woman who hated your sister,

who knew Angela destroyed her marriage

and ruined her life,

this woman who used Angela

to help hide her criminal enterprise,

you're saying you don't know
how Tasha might know

Egan killed Angela?

It never occurred to you
that she ordered him to do it?

Your Honor, he's testifying.

No.

She said she owed Angela.

She paid for her funeral.

Just the kind of magnanimous
gesture we would expect

- a queenpin to make.
- Your Honor.

Mr. Saxe, now you are out of line.

Withdrawn.

Tasha and Angela were getting along

by the end of everything.

Who told you that? Tasha?

Think back, Ms. Valdes.

Is it more likely that
James St. Patrick,

who was running for office,

who was giving back to his community...

is it-is it more likely
that he ordered the death

of your sister, the love of his life,

or that this woman here,
Tasha St. Patrick,

who had everything to gain
by your sister's death,

that she and Tommy Egan

conspired together to manipulate you?

I don't know.

When she told you...

Tommy Egan killed your sister,

what did you do?

I went to confront him...

... but he was already gone.

I think she knew he was gone, Paz.

I think Tasha thought of everything.

You were her useful idiot,

her fool.

Your sister and James are dead.

Tommy is in the wind.

Tasha is the last woman standing.

Isn't it possible

that she was calling
the shots the whole time?

Yes.

No further questions.

What the fuck, Davis?

I thought you said that she
wasn't a dangerous witness.

It's okay.

Saxe has no idea who he's fucking with.

Hey, Tejada, I need you to come with me.

- For what?
- You were placed at the scene of a robbery.

Come on, let's go.

- You heard from him?
- No, but he said he'd be here.

Ma, I'm sure he's on his way.

He better be.

Fuck.

Your call has been forwarded

to an automatic voice...

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Ms. Valdes, you told the police

that James St. Patrick killed
your sister, is that correct?

Yes.

And then you said today
that it was Tommy Egan?

Yes.

But now you're saying

that it could have been
my client herself.

Did you ever tell that to the police?

No.

Are you in the habit of lying
to the police, Ms. Valdes?

No, of course not.

But your sister wasn't above
breaking the law, was she?

Especially for James St. Patrick.

She admitted as much in
open court, is that right?

Objection. Relevance.

- I'm getting there.
- Please do.

Ms. Valdes?

Angela made mistakes,
but she owned up to them.

She had a conscience.

And that conscience is
what got her killed, isn't it?

Because she knew too much about
the St. Patrick organization,

and James had to silence her
before she turned on him.

Objection. Your Honor,
assuming facts not in evidence.

Sustained.

Mr. MacLean, please find
another line of questioning.

Yes, Your Honor.

Ms. Valdes,

you purchased a nail salon
just a couple of months ago.

With what funds?

I received an inheritance.

From?

James St. Patrick's estate.

So you told the police

that James St. Patrick
killed your sister,

and then you received

a significant amount of money from him

and decided someone else

actually committed that murder... twice.

Sounds to me, Ms. Valdes,

like you were paid to change your tune.

That's not what happened.

Tasha told me to take the money...

Ms. Valdes, do you have
any actual evidence

that my client was the head

of the St. Patrick drug organization?

No.

No further questions.

- What the fuck, Trace?
- I gotta talk to you, Skids.

I'm sorry. Brayden.

Look, dude, whatever your
roommate's got you into...

Yeah, I know, he's a fucking dick.

He just made up some fucked-up story

about my girlfriend coming on to him

at his birthday party or some shit.

Um, look, not-not to
defend him or anything,

but, uh, he-he wasn't lying about that.

I saw it myself, true story,
but, dude, about Tariq...

- I gotta-I gotta go.
- Brayden!

Cane didn't show up, and Dru's on a run,

so I didn't know what to do.

No, it's all good. Monet upstairs?

Yeah, the connect's rep
should be here soon,

but now we just wait.

All right, bet.

CourseCorrect is really smart.

You know I had to tell my mom about it,

but I'm glad she liked it.

I'm glad she liked it too.

Hold on, give me a second.
Let me take this.

- Hello?
- Tariq, it's Professor Milgram.

I can't talk right now.

Listen, if you're upset
about the fellowship...

No, I'm doing a extra-credit assignment.

Are you okay?

Feeling better.

Okay.

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_

_

Monet? Where's Cane?

That ain't none of your business.

Here's a phone.

Your call has been forwarded

to an automatic voice message...

Shit.

Your call has been forwarded

to an autom...

- Hello?
- Yo, it's Cane.

Um, I'm at the precinct.

That's the girl you were
smashing in your dorm?

No, it's my professor.

Listen, I know you're gonna
think I'm lying, but...

that day you came to my room,

Lauren wasn't in there, all right?

It was Brayden's girlfriend.

She came in bugging out
'cause he was missing.

I couldn't tell you about it
'cause I had to figure out

if Monet was behind it or not.

I'm sorry, all right?

Damn, you kept it low-key.

Look, there's nothing going on

between me and Lauren, all right?

She got a man.

So you weren't trying to play
me to the left at that party?

No, I was trying to protect you...

and me.

You don't know who's watching
when you up at Stansfield, D.

You keep thinking I don't like you,

but that's not the case at all.

It's just my life is...

is mad complicated.

You can tell me about it.

I really, really wish I could.

I'll take all the pills and
more if you got them,

but I told Rico all I
need is half the coke.

Yeah? Well, unfortunately for you,

Rico ain't passed that message along,

so this what you gonna get.

Well, you better call him and tell him.

Rico don't like to be bothered

with things we can handle ourselves.

I can leave you half
the coke if you want,

but I'm leaving with my
full amount either way.

Yo, I think you misunderstood.

Rico may be your boss,
but I'm Monet Tejada,

and this ain't no negotiation.

Okay, Monet Tejada.

Look, you gonna give me
my money, and I'll go,

or we gonna find another solution.

Yo, I told you all I got is half.

Well, look like you gonna
have to show me

- where you keep your cash at.
- Oh, shit!

Oh!

You done fucked up now.

Yo, what the fuck is going on up here?

- What?
- Hey!

- Stupid motherfucker.
- No.

You fucked with the wrong bitch.

- What the fuck is you doing here?
- Ma!

Oh, I get it now.

No, he needed product, and
we were about to get some.

The fuck are we supposed
to do with this body?

Chill, chill. I got it.

- Dru will handle it.
- How's he gonna do this by himself?

Ma, we can trust him.

All right, when Dru comes
back, you can help him.

Got you.

Babe, thought we were gonna
meet at the restaurant.

Nah, I hate when people
break up in public.

- It's embarrassing.
- What?

You know, I've dealt with
some fucked-up shit in my life,

but I never expected
it to come from you.

Brayden, you're scaring me.

Tariq told me everything.

I know what you did that
night in Trace's room

when Tariq was fucked
up on his birthday.

- Oh, my God...
- The fact that you would try

and sleep with my best friend,

that's so fucked up, Riley.

Me try to sleep with Tariq?

Babe, he's lying to you.

That's what I thought at first too.

Then I talked to my brother.

He saw you, Riley. He
confirmed everything.

Brayden...

Trace is the one who hit on me.

- Okay.
- I swear to you, it's not what you think.

No? Then what is it?

Brayden, I would never.

It's not true.

Hey, I love you.

Can't love someone if they
don't tell you the truth, right?

Brayden, stop. I'm begging you.

Think about it.

Why would Tariq want us apart?

Then prove him wrong.

Tell me what you were
doing that night with Tariq.

Thank you. That's what I thought.

Got him?

All right.

You good?

Yeah, yeah.

All right, hold him still.

Hold him? For what?

So I can shoot him
through the windshield,

and it'll look like a mugging.

Man, fuck that shit. Let me shoot him.

Uh, no, you never shot
no one before, have you?

That's what I thought. Hold him still.

Hey, yo, Ramirez.

Hey, wait up, man.

Hey.

Good looking with the alibi, all right?

Yo, you hear me?

The fuck is wrong with you, Cane?

Putting those kids on the street,

then this stunt with the GTG?

How can you expose Monet
to so much danger?

You know what could happen
to her, right, to all of us?

Man, fuck Monet, okay? She
don't give a fuck about us.

What's with these cuts?

They're part of that GTG shit too?

Monet said she could keep you in line,

but trust me, if she can't, I will.

Yeah, get the fuck out of here.

Monet don't even need
you anymore, all right?

She's changing her entire business.

What are you talking about?

She's moving it over to Stansfield

with that little bitch Tariq.

Tariq St. Patrick?

She's doing business with him?

See? She didn't even tell you.

He's moving weight for her.

She's been pushing me out.

And if she don't need
me, guess who's next.

Look, man, it's either him or us,

unless you wanna do
something to stop him.

Get in.

You said Cane was gonna show up.

I did, but when he didn't
answer his phone,

I called Tariq to come
through, and I was right.

You were lucky,

but you're gonna tell me
where Cane is right now.

- Cane!
- Fuck you been, boy?

You know what type of shit went down

because your ass wasn't
where it was supposed to be?

Mo, calm down.

He was on his way to the
drop, but he got picked up.

For what?

Armed robbery with the GTG.

Fuck, you his translator now?

He can talk.

Do you have any idea what
you exposed us to tonight?

- D.C. Joe attacked Ma.
- What?

She had to take care of him by herself.

- Where's he at? I'll handle it.
- It's already handled.

Ma, Dru can't get rid of a body alone.

He's not alone.

Tariq's with him.

You need me to do anything?

Like I said, it's been handled.

Go home.

Thank you for bringing his ass home.

Go upstairs, Diana.

Cops do that to your face?

No.

Man.

I was thinking maybe we could
go to the Q Party together.

Oh, yeah, the Q Party.
Um, where's your man?

Shouldn't he be going with you?

I broke up with Malcolm.

That nigga is blocked and canceled.

Hmm.

So I was thinking, um,

now that Malcolm is out of the picture,

maybe we can talk about a few things.

Are you okay?

A professor at Stansfield
is sleeping with a student.

What?

A professor at Stansfield
is sleeping with a student.

Look.

That's my secret.

Here.

That's what you're here for, right?

By any means necessary.

Wait, do you really think
this is why I'm here?

Well, I mean, we're hanging out,

and your boyfriend just comes in,

and you start acting like
a whole different person,

and then you break up with him

and expect me to jump when you say jump.

It's like, I don't even
know who you are.

Yeah, and apparently I
don't know you either.

Mango.

Kiwi.

Come on, now, you knew I
was gonna get the secret.

Papaya.

Lauren, look, I know
you didn't like the book,

but, well, I'm not surprised
you succeeded.

Yeah, Professor Milgram,
I'm not sure that I did.

It's weird... Tariq told me his secret,

but I think he may have made it up.

Mine said "peach".

Professor Milgram?

Oh, um, well, thank you, Lauren.

You'll get full credit
for the assignment.

Thanks.

Saxe, you a lying-ass motherfucker.

I thought we had a deal, Saxe.

I know, but that DNC cocksucker Ott

was watching me like a fucking hawk,

so I had to go at Paz like that,

or it would have blown everything up.

But look, I'm still
in this. I'm still here.

No, no, no, no, this
isn't going to work.

No, no, it is. It is.

I found something...

a direct line to taking Tariq down,

and it's a slam dunk.

Has Tasha ever mentioned
Epiphany Turner?

Give me a minute.

Hey, Mo.

You went too far with Cane.

You think he makes emotional decisions?

Well, where do you think
he gets this shit from?

I did what I had to do
to get through to him.

You're not a man, Mo.

Look, you ain't out here.

You don't understand who he is now.

He's mine.

Don't do that shit again.

Glad you're finally willing to talk.

Sit.

That's good, some human emotion.

I know everything, Carrie.

I saw his folder,

the condoms meant for the students.

I know you're sleeping with Tariq.

I just wanna hear you admit it.

That is ridiculous.

I'm not sleeping with Tariq St. Patrick.

Is that why you gave him that
weird extra-credit assignment?

- I'm his faculty advisor now, Carrie.
- Since when?

So you need to stay the
hell away from him, okay?

I don't know what you think you saw,

Professor Reynolds,

but this card...

is an admission of guilt

of you sleeping with your TA, Melissa.

It's in your own handwriting.

You are unbelievable.

You know, I feel for Melissa.

I was like her when we met...

young and impressionable,

so charmed by your talent...

your stamina.

It's a new world, Jabari.

Times have changed.

Well, Melissa's a grown-ass adult.

She is still your student.

Now, I can turn this
in to the administration,

or you can respect my boundaries,

stay out of my business

for the rest your hopefully
short time here at Stansfield.

- You wouldn't dare.
- I would.

Goodbye, Jabari.

_

- Hey.
- Yo.

I broke up with Riley.

I'm sorry I didn't believe you.

Look, it's all good, bro.

I'm sorry she did you like that.

Yeah, me too.

Trying to watch Lethal Weapon?

What are you doing here, Paz?

Why did you make me take
the money from Jamie's will?

Did you know this was gonna happen?

Were you lying to me the whole time?

I never lied to you.

I never did anything to hurt you.

In fact, everything I
did helped you, right?

You got the salon.

You said Junior's back in school.

Your father's back in the home.

- Saxe made it sound like...
- Yeah, I know what he said.

But you were the only
one this whole time

who's suffered as much as I have.

You're a single mom, just like me.

You lost everything...

just like me.

I went to Truth that night.

But I heard you in my head.

You were right.

I had the choice to walk away, so I did.

We could be on opposite
sides of this glass right now.

I didn't kill James.

Paz, I didn't do it.

But you know who did.

Angela didn't get out in time.

If you can save yourself, Tasha,

maybe it's your turn to walk away.

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What's wrong?

Somebody tried to kill me ***, Ma.

You need to tell me everything that
you've been upto, right now.

Danger?

Should I alert the authorities?

No, it's not that kind of danger.

I can sell this drug dealing family.

I gotta know how does it end.

Look, I still feel like there's
something, that you're hiding.

You can't trust anybody.
Not with the truth.

I'm seeing this whole thing wrong.

When I find you, you're dead.

Sex Week!

This is the great thing about doing
a show that's about... college.

Condom parade!

Sex Week, at college.

It's an interesting thing too...
in terms of our show,

because of course,
sexuality is a kind of power.

And it's also showcasing
the 48 Laws of Power.

This single book synthesizes the tactics

of some of history's greatest figures.

And it's so important, because
it really is about how we...

I don't want to say manipulate,

but I definitely want
to say manipulate...

how we use different kinds
of power to achieve our goals.

Monet was not part of
this idea Lorenzo had,

to beat Cane's ass at the prison.

- Hey, Mo.
- You went too far with Cane.

I did what I had to do
to get through to him.

You're not a man, Mo.

It's very much, you're
the prince, I'm the king,

that's happening, which is male.

Monet understands the subtleties
of what that's gonna do to Cane.

Lorenzo and Monet are
the same kind of parent.

It's my way or the highway,

but now they've both
kind of gone too far,

and alienating this kid and it has,
you know, disastrous results,

which almost gets her killed.

I told you all I got is half.

Well, look like you gonna
have to show me

- where you keep your cash at.
- Oh, shit!

And she's just like I
gotta put you down,

but if you weren't far too weak,

things might have gone a different way.

Yo, what the fuck is going on up here?

- What?
- Hey!

We really wanted a moment where Saxe,

did get to show how good
an attorney he was.

Because everything he's
saying to Paz, makes sense.

You're saying you don't know
how Tasha might know

Egan killed Angela?

We know, because we were
with Paz in Power: Book I,

that's not what was happening at all.

But there is that piece,

where Paz didn't know everything.

Davis is like, what are you doing, sir?

And he does rehabilitate it,

but I hope that it lands on
the audience what's happening.

And that Paz is not stupid,
but she is being manipulated.

Again, laws of power.

And it's fun too for me, as a writer
to put Saxe in a situation,

where you can't root
for anything he does.

Whether he like, obtains his objective

or whether he does it like,

you don't want him to get a Tariq,
you don't want him to get a Tasha,

you know it's great. He's
a mostly hapless villain,

but here we see, how
incredibly deadly he can be.

It never occurred to you
that she ordered him to do it?

Your Honor, he's testifying.

Method Man playing
Davis Maclean is a dream.

You... anything I give him,

anything we give him,

it just comes out like gold.

And, he and Shane are so great together.

You a lying-ass motherfucker.

- I thought we had a deal, Saxe.
- I know.

And, you, just the adrenaline
builds, you know.

It's all very exciting.

And Tariq's story, that attraction
that he has of Lauren,

I think we're gonna see
that play out obviously,

you know going forward, but,

this is a real moment, this is our show.

When you want to nude up with
somebody you're attracted to,

but your shirt is stained with blood.

It's definitely like a call back to
moments Ghost had with Angela.

It's a call back to kind of
our show and what it's about.

My hope is that people see,

where we have sprinkled little moments,

where Tariq is just like his father.

He is Ghost and he is Tasha,

and he's also Tommy,
and he's also Kenan.

He's all of these people
sort of blended together,

and then given this ivy league polish.

There is this beautiful thing
that's happening with him,

where every so often you see it,

and Michael does a great job.

You even see it here.

Almost this shift, where he becomes
this other version of himself.

And then he shifts back.
And I just... I just love that.