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Previously onGhost...

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.

I need the provenance
to be impeccable.

No shit.

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

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.

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!

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.

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.

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.

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 a 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?

-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.

-Bye, Cane.
-Wait.

Don't do that. Effie.

I'ma catch you later.

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,

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?

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.

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. 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]

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

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.

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.

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.

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?