All language subtitles for Power.Book.II.Ghost.S03E07

Previously onGhost...

We got the soldiers.
We know the game.

Nothing about you Tejada niggas

living in a dead man's
penthouse

make me want to work with you.

Monet Tejada has known ties
to Dante Spears.

There's our RICO.

Once virality hits,
it'll take off overnight.

CrashCoin.

It's worth
about a trillionth of a cent.

Okay, Brayden Weston.

what exactly
would make you happy?

Do you want to talk
about that,

or do you want to do something
that'll make us both happy?

We might be able to get Theo
out of prison.

Seriously?

This might be the closest
we've ever gotten.

Lauren, what the fuck?

You told her to kill me?

-Who?
-Effie.

I know you killed Lauren.

I want you to fucking say it!

I did it for you
to protect you.

You can't just
kick me out of the company

that we built together.

This is as much my shit
as it is yours.

Your father's life insurance?

Your family should invest this
into Weston Holdings.

Criminality has its own fate.

You need to leave now.

I'll slide you some product.

Tariq never has to know.

Why would you do that, Cane?

I want to look out for you.

I still gotta find a place
to stash this product

my dad had me running
at the candy store.

Not yet. Let's see what else
those cameras catch.

Who the fuck
is shooting at us?

-The Russians!

They're gonna
figure it out, Mo,

and when they do,

those kids are never
gonna forgive you.

Bitch-ass motherfucker.

I'm here.
What's your fucking emergency?

I'm gonna need you
to back off Drew.

You really want to talk
about Drew

when shit's going down
with the Russians?

Look, this shit is on you

for pinning Renzo's murder
on them.

You didn't have to bring
the fucking Russians into this.

And now Dru's
in their crosshairs.

Look, I'm not about
to let you get my son

all fucked up over this.

Now, walk away.

What the fuck is so funny?

You're not scared about
the Russians hurting Dru.

You're scared
that he's gonna find out

you're the reason
his father is six feet under.

You and I both know this
is a problem for both of us.

Not if we both
keep our mouth shut.

Then Dru never has to know
his mami wanted his papi gone.

Boy, is you threatening me?

I'm telling you that this
is how this is going to work.

I'm gonna keep seeing Dru,

and you ain't gonna do shit
about it.

Is that right?

That's right.

Lauren, how are you?

I'm still dead.
Thanks for asking.

What do you want?

I'm trying to figure out

how to get us
out of this shit.

To get us out of this,
I need you to tell me

what the feds have on me,
though, please.

Why would I do that, Tariq?

You are the reason my entire
life has been taken away.

Lauren, I'm sorry about that,
okay,

but I'm trying to fix this.

Really?

They say you're a killer.

A monster.

Yeah, well if I'm a monster,
I was made into one.

It's never your fault, is it?

You don't care who you hurt
to get what you want.

Me, your sister...

My sister?

Listen, my sister was murdered

by a dirty cop
that was after me.

Did the person that said
I was a monster tell you that?

No.

Judge me if you want,
but I did what I had to do

to protect the people I love,
my family.

All right,
I tried doing that for you,

and I'm still trying.

Look, I know all you want
is to be with your family

right now, same as me.

Okay, and that's why
we should cooperate

with the feds.

You know, we should testify
so we can be free

and get our old lives back.

No, all right,
that's not an option.

Even if we don't catch a bullet
for testifying,

they're gonna go throw us
straight into WITSEC.

We won't be able to see
our families ever again,

won't be able to live the life
that we dreamed about, Lauren.

Look, if you want
your old life back,

you need to help me, all right?

I want to believe you, Tariq.

But I just...

I don't trust you.

All right.

Well, I'll do whatever
to get you there.

I promise.

I'm coming!

Oh, my God, yes, yes!

Oh, my God.

Oh, fuck, that was so good.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess
I'm just a little distracted.

You know, I figured

Tariq and I
would be good by now,

but we're not.

Shit's just never been
like this before, you know?

Well, you know, sometimes
friends come and go.

You cry about it a little,
and then you move on.

Yeah, Tariq's
not just my friend, Keke.

He's, like,
literally my brother.

Your brother
or your business partner?

I know that you and Tariq
are dealing drugs

-out of Weston Holdings.
-Okay, wh--

what the fuck
are you talking about?

Boy, stop.

I literally helped you guys
create a paper trail

for a $2 million cash deposit.

Yeah,
my client doesn't trust banks.

Brayden...

...then explain CrashCoin,

a cryptocurrency you control

that's only used to buy coffee
w-with these false bottoms,

perfect for storing drugs.

Yeah, air pockets
keep coffee hot.

Everybody knows that.

Yeah, you admitted
that you were the mastermind

of the Stansfield
drug operation.

Admit it.

You're doing the same thing
at Weston Holdings.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Relax.

I'm not gonna say anything.

I actually think your operation
is pretty ingenious.

You do?

Mm-hmm.
I mean, you created a strategy.

Distribute illegal drugs
and clean the money

all in one fell swoop.

I'm impressed.

Yeah, well, that's how we roll.

You know, Tariq figured out
the coffee side,

but I brought in CrashCoin.

Teamwork makes the dream work.
Am I right?

You know, for what it's worth,

CrashCoin was the hard part.

I mean, anybody
can dress up drugs.

I can't even legitimize millions
of dollars of cash every day.

If you're the one
with all the big ideas,

tell me why the hell you're
crying over Tariq St. Patrick.

This Noma bitch
ain't no joke.

Yeah, now you see
what we're dealing with.

Well, that's why your dumb ass
should've thought

to keep me in the loop.

Now, how the fuck
am I just hearing

about this Russian shit

or the Jamaica Avenue boys?

You should have known
the Russians ain't stopping

with your father's funeral.

I need some ideas quick.

Don't look at Taylor Swift.

He not the one to help out
with the Russians.

Trust me.

All right, well, you the one
with all the bright ideas.

List 'em off, Einstein.

You the boss, right?

Why don't you tell us
what you want us to do?

Where's Dru?

Dru and Gordo are pulling
our products off the street.

Wall Street and the university
will pick up the slack.

That way,
it keeps the income coming.

I got this shit handled.

That'll work for now,
but we need something else.

If we're off the streets
for too long,

the Russians will claim
our turf as their own.

You got any bright ideas,
Tariq?

What the fuck's wrong
with this guy?

He mad we killed
his wire-wearing bitch.

- Wire?
- Yeah.

It's been handled, though.

All you other niggas
get the fuck out of here.

I need to talk to Tariq
on his own.

Get the fuck out of here.
Hurry up.

Yeah, you a nigga too.

Really?

Dope.

What's up?
You want to tell me

why you acting like this?

Well, you heard Cane.

He went behind my back
and killed Lauren.

Ain't that enough?

Damn, that's fucked up,

but you really over here crying

over some wire-wearing bitch?

The trial was over.

Well, it sounds like
she's a loose thread,

and loose threads need
to be cut

so they don't come back
and hang you later.

Monet,
you're not understanding.

All right, the cops know
she was murdered,

and now
they're investigating me.

Everywhere I go,
there's eyes on me.

I'm hot as fuck right now.

Well, you ain't dead her,

so you ain't got shit
to worry about.

You should be thanking
whoever took her ass out.

Now, I got a lot of problems
and no solutions.

You're my thinker.

Think.

All right.

Do the Castillos know
when the Russians

get their shipments in?

Dru can find out. Why?

I could call in a favor.

He could get the cops to seize

the Russians'
next drug shipment.

So with no product,
they can't serve on our turf.

And with the heat
being on them,

they're gonna have to lay low,

so the attacks gonna stop.

Now, that's a plan.

Glad you decided
to stop acting

like a little bitch, Tariq.

Tate couldn't get us
a commutation,

but he was able to get us
an expedited parole hearing.

Parole hearing questions
generally follow

a similar formula.

We won't be asked
anything groundbreaking.

That means they've heard
the same shit a million times.

True, but as long as Theo
comes across as sincere,

he has a shot.

I guess that's better
than nothing.

I'll make sure he's ready.

So uh, anything new

on the possible
murder investigation

into Lauren Baldwin's death?

I-I thought we already talked
about this.

As far as the authorities
are concerned,

she died in a car accident.

There's no murder
investigation.

Are you certain?

Tariq's convinced.

He's being paranoid.

I mean, if you were him,
wouldn't you be?

I'm a little nervous.

Ah, don't be.

This is just a practice,
so you know what to expect.

You'll be fine.

Uh, do you admit your guilt?

I admitted it
as part of my plea deal.

That's a stupid question.

Okay, disrespect
is not the way, brother.

Do you have remorse
about what happened?

I do, and I pray
about what I did every day.

Amen.

Breakfast, lunch, dinner.

I even pray
when I'm on the toilet.

Okay, you don't need
to be so specific.

How will you make yourself
a productive member of society?

I haven't thought about it,
to be honest.

You must have some idea.

I guess I never really thought
I'd ever get out.

You're gonna be great, Theo.

Y'all didn't look too happy
with my answers.

They could use some polish.
That's all.

We both knew parole
would be a long shot.

I'm at peace with it.

We're getting you out, okay?

And the first place
we're going is that dock

where the helicopters land,
just like we used to, huh?

I don't know why this fool
loved it there so much.

We would always get hoarse
from yelling over the noise.

I just love watching them float
over the water.

-Yeah.
-All right.

For that, I'll do better.

You all right?

Fuck no.

Brother's gonna die in here.

He has a chance.

You saw how he did.

It isn't over, my friend.

There may be another way.

Hey, last of the product's

off the corners--
this should be it.

We gotta set up a defense

in case they try
to hit us here.

Shouldn't he be home putting
a target on his family's back?

I get it. I'll go.

I just need to know
when the next Russian

-drug shipment is coming in.
- Why?

You want us to dig
our own graves?

The Russians will know
that came from us.

Yo, look,
y'all gotta trust me, okay?

We got a plan
to neutralize the Russians

and get back in the business.

We didn't sign up
for this shit, Dru.

We're gonna need to renegotiate
our deal.

Bigger risk, bigger cut.

50/50.

There's no way we can do that.

You so sure about that?

Bro, are you kidding me?

We helped you take out Paolo.

This is on all of us.

It's business, hermano,

something your dick
apparently don't understand.

It's got nothing to do
with me and Dru.

Our fathers
were practically blood.

The Tejadas are like family,
so we're gonna stand by them

like Papi would have wanted.

Take it to a vote
after he leaves.

It couldn't have been that bad.

He said he prays on the toilet.

I mean,
there's some logic to that.

I can fix this.

I need you to swap out one
member of Theo's parole panel

for someone
who will take a bribe

and guarantee his release.

I-I don't know.

Entrapment is messy.

Okay, Davis is their
consigliere.

If I stay in his good graces,
it's only a matter of time

before I find the information
we need to make our RICO case.

You've been saying that
for months, Cooper.

He has one of Whitman's files
in his office.

What?

You really buried
the lede there.

What's in the file?

I haven't been able
to access it,

but my point is,
if he has that file,

he's gotta have other even more
damning evidence in there.

Fine, do it.

But if you fuck this up,
so help me,

Cooper,
I will cut off your balls.

Oh...

yeah, y'know it's so easy
for you.

You get to stay here
and keep your hands clean

while I do the dirty work.

Cooper, chill.

No, I'm not gonna
fucking chill, Jenny.

You lied to my face.

That's fucked up.

Can't we move past this?

No. No, we can't.

Cooper...

...look, I'm sorry.

Fuck your sorry.

I'm working with you
because it's the best way

to bring these motherfuckers
down, but you lie to me,

you blindside me in any way,

I won't hesitate to burn you.

Cooper--

Are we clear?

Yeah, okay.

Is there any way--

is there any way
someone in the DA's office

could have uh, tipped Tariq off
to the investigation?

No, we're completely siloed.
Why?

He seems to know something.

You think Lauren could have
said something to him?

Absolutely not.

Why would she put
her own life in jeopardy

by telling that murderer
anything?

Nigga, are you being followed?

Shit, I can't be seen
with your shady ass.

Look, I'm already down
on the polls.

You're on your own, Tariq.

Listen, I got something
that could help your campaign,

get you back up in the numbers.

Tick-tock.
Clock's ticking, nigga.

What?

The Russian motherfuckers,

they got a drug shipment
coming in tomorrow.

I'm thinking could call
your old NYPD friends,

take credit for the bust,
you know,

get you back up on the polls.

How do I know
you ain't bullshitting me

and you ain't gonna burn me
like you did last time?

Listen, these Russians,
they fucking with my business.

So this is payback.

Me and you,
we both win in this situation.

Well, you are indeed
a businessman at heart,

Mr. St. Patrick,
I'll give you that.

For this quid, I'll quo.

Do you remember the days
I billed you for calls?

I miss them.

Did you find out anything
about the investigation?

There isn't one.
Saxe confirmed it.

Well, either Saxe doesn't know
or he's fucking lying.

What makes you
so sure about this?

I just am.

I gotta go.

And that time you picked us up
when our car broke down.

You had three kilos of coke
in the tire.

Yeah.

I told you clowns
not to drive that damn beater.

Lucky for y'all asses,
I showed up, right?

You were my guardian angel.

Still as strong and beautiful
as ever.

You late, Dru.

Been having Kai waiting.

Sorry, something came up.

Not a problem.

I always got time
for you and your family.

That's not what you said

when we were looking
for a connect.

-Dru, stop.
-It's all right, Mo.

The boy's grieving,
as we all are.

Dru, I promise you,
the Russians will pay

for what they've done
to your family.

Kai, the Russians
are the reason

I asked you here tonight.

They hit our street operation,

and I know they've
been giving you problems.

Both our lives would be easier
if they were put down

like the dogs that they are.

It's not a good time.

The feds roped up a dozen
of my guys last month.

-I'm stretched thin.
-You told me

to get vengeance for Papi,

and now we're in a war,
and you can't help?

Any son with balls would want
payback for their father.

-Oh, I got balls, nigga.
-Enough, enough!

Look... I understand

you gotta take care
of your business first.

Let me walk you out.

I'm sorry about my son's mouth
tonight,

and I really appreciate you
coming by.

I'll come see you soon.

I'm gonna hold you
to that promise.

You do that.

What the fuck
is wrong with you?

You trying to lose us a ally?

Ma, that nigga ain't shit,

and I see the way
he looks at you.

Pops ain't even cold.

And y'all niggas up in here
eating fucking wine and cheese?

And the Russians
are raining fire down on us.

We need all the help
we can get.

All we have are some fucking
corner boys and the Castillos.

We might not even have
the Castillos, Ma.

They're asking for
a bigger cut--50/50.

Boy, why can't you bring me
some good news for once?

Look, Gordo's gonna try
to talk to his brothers

and talk them out of it,
all right?

He said Frank
would have wanted it.

He said we... we family.

Well, hopefully
they listen to him.

I'm glad you got him on lock.

It's not even like that, Ma.

Oh, Dru, stop it.

-This your mom.

I see the way he looks at you.

That boy is whipped.

I don't know, I feel like...

I feel like we could
be something, me and him.

Is that--is that crazy?

No crazier
than your father and me.

We built a life together.

You could too.

But remember,
just because you and Gordo

are on the same page
doesn't mean his family is.

Make sure you always have
his ear, not them.

You want to stay for dinner?

I can't.

Cane and I got some business
we gotta finish up tonight.

All right.

Tell Cane to give me a call.

All right. I will.

-All right, love you.
-Love you.

-Thanks, Ma.
-Yeah.

Did you know she was that good?

-I'm surprised you didn't know.

Look at this.

Yeah, put your hands up.

Represent for all
the big booty Black girls

in the building.

Period.

Give it up
for Brushaundria, y'all.

Okay, okay.

Now, with a little
soft spoken word,

we got the big man on campus
himself.

Give it up
for Salim Ashe Freeman.

You sure
you want to do this, man?

Gotta see it through, man.

My heart is empty,
but for my love.

Do not think me meek.

My voice loud with regret

because I owe a debt
for words I spoke.

With reckless sincerity,

but not
with boundless sympathy.

For your loss

I grieve anew.

My soul is empty

but for my hope

that you will allow me
what I seek,

which is to be forgivable
for the unforgivable hurt

I've caused.

Because now I have foreseen

my past and future queen.

Diana, that's you.

Ooh.

What's up with you?

You're not gonna acknowledge
what I just did up there?

You wrote some corny-ass poem,
Salim.

I'm not impressed.

I expect you to respect me

for putting my heart
on that stage for you.

I'm not one of your groupies,

so get one of them
to suck your dick.

That's really how you feel?

You really gonna talk to me
like that?

It's true, ain't it?

What?

That you've been fuckin' Tariq.

First of all, who I'm fuckin'
ain't none of yo' business,

and I'll pay you back for
the little books you lent me.

I wanted to help you,
but I should have known better.

Yeah, the taint
is in your blood.

It was only a matter of time
before you start fuckin'

some piece-of-shit drug-dealing
murderer like Tariq.

Fuck you.

Don't fucking talk to me
like that.

Yeah, I know
you've been selling drugs

out the candy shop too.

You ain't slick.

I'm not selling any drugs,
Salim.

Okay, well, I'm gonna enjoy
watching you squirm

while I figure out
what to do about it.

Clear your shit out.

You're done.

What the fuck do you want?

I want to talk.

I'm listening.

All right, so the photo
of Noma and her kid,

I need it.

I'm getting us out
from under Noma's control.

I'll give you the picture...

if you let me back
in the business.

Why the fuck would I do that?
I can't trust you.

And I can't fucking trust you
not to give me up

if I give it to you.

You can't trust me?

I told you in confidence
that I was getting Lauren

out of the fucking city
to protect her.

You went behind my back.

And I was trying
to protect you.

You were protecting yourself,
as always.

Listen, Lauren wasn't
a fucking threat, Effie.

You think you know
what the fuck you're doing

all the time.
You didn't need to kill her.

Oh. I'm sorry.

You are just so fucking weak,
it hurts.

And that's why
I had to take care

of your little girlfriend,

because you couldn't.

You're just so fucking damaged.

I don't know why I fucked
with you in the first place.

Get the fuck out.

Are you still fixing
the CrashCoin servers?

Your processors there
at Weston Holdings

are slowing us down.

Yo, what the fuck
just happened?

Brownout.

The entire system's down.

We can reboot the servers
remotely.

Okay, well,
what are you waiting on?

Chop, chop.

Yo, you get it done?

Yo, yo, yo, relax, my brother.

NYPD is moving in as we speak.

All right.

Come on! Move!

They fucking did what?

This significant victory
isn't just a result

of the contacts I made
in my long career

as a law enforcement officer.

It's also due to the hard work
and selfless dedication

of my brothers and sisters
in arms in the NYPD.

And together, we will ensure

that the great people
of New York

remain safe under my watch

as their elected
representative in Congress.

I need a shower.

Same,
but I'll take mine in bleach.

Tate didn't get that scoop
from anyone he knew

from his days at NYPD.

Of course he didn't,
but the question is,

how did he get it?

Okay, let's just--

let's go over everything again.

These are the drugs
confiscated from today.

These are from
the Jamaica Avenue boys

shootings yesterday,

as well as the Stansfield
University rooftop

deposited by the newly
matriculated Tejada.

No match.

Tate and Tariq feed
off each other

like the parasites
that they are.

This is all related.

I just don't know how.

I mean, we know Tate's working
both sides here.

What if the tip
came from Tariq?

A campaign boost in exchange
for kneecapping a rival.

Makes sense--
the Russians attack

their supply lines, so they
took away the Russian supply.

And now it's a stalemate.

No one's moving any product.

I wouldn't be so sure
about that.

Maybe the streets
are off limits,

but if I know Tariq,
he's moving weight somewhere.

I bet my house

that he and Brayden are selling
out of Weston Holdings.

I've had eyes on them
for weeks.

Nothing's gone in or out
of Weston Holdings.

It's worth a follow-up.

Those Wall Street douchebags
love their drugs,

and Weston Holdings
is the perfect market for it.

Even if Tariq and Brayden
have been careful,

chances are
their clients haven't.

Hey, you gotta hand it
to Tariq.

He got shit done.

Did you bring it?

What the fuck is this?

We had to pull from the street,

so that's all I could do.

Yeah, we have a whole warehouse
of weight, though.

I know,
and Monet got it all going

to the universities
and Wall Street.

So that right there
is the best I could do.

But I can get some more soon.

Fuck soon, Cane.

Tuition is due now.

How much you need?

I'm not taking your money.

Stansfield ain't cheap,
Effie, okay?

And I know you ain't got it
like that.

Fuck you.

Effie, I'm serious, all right?

I won't miss it.

I said no.

I'm not gonna be
your little charity case.

I'll figure something else out.

In this country, labor unions

exchange backbreaking labor

for "fair" wage
from their employers.

Silicon Valley entrepreneurs
weaponize their billions

to leverage control.

Parents manage
their children's careers

in exchange
for a lavish lifestyle.

All of these agreements
offer benefits to both sides,

but does mutual benefit mean
that the deal is fair?

Anybody?

There is no such thing

as a completely fair deal

as long as we live
in an unequal society.

But we live in a free society,

so everyone is allowed
to say no,

unless there is a gun involved,
of course.

But it depends on
what you consider a gun.

Power, information, leverage,
those can also be weapons.

But then maybe you shouldn't
put yourself in harm's way.

Oh, so you're blaming
the victim for the imbalances

our societal institutions
created?

Seems a little off-brand
for you, Salim.

Okay, it's true
that our society is unfair.

But what my single mother
taught me

is that when the boss
lowballs you,

you find another job.

And when somebody offers you
a helping hand,

you take it with gratitude.

That depends on their motives.

Because nobody's giving
anything for free, right?

By the time you figure out
what they really want,

it's too late.

Hey, Ma.

Why haven't you been answering
my calls?

I was just...

I-I've been busy.

I'm sorry.

What's wrong, Diana?

Everything, actually.

I mean, school's a lot harder
than I thought it would be.

Oh, baby, you'll find your way.

You're smart, you're strong,
just like me.

You can handle anything.

Yeah, but I don't know
this time.

I mean, I'm having problems
with this guy,

and it's getting messy.

Wait, nobody fucks
with my baby girl.

Who the fuck is he?

I'll come up there and talk
some sense into his ass.

No, I'm good.

I can handle him.

I'm just like you, right?

You taught me
everything I know.

I got this.

All right, baby, be careful.

I love you.

Elliott Mades.

Okay, is that a new client
or a surprising Tinder match?

I'm interested in one,
not so much the other.

He's one of the parole board
members at Theo's hearing.

This guy's dirty.

There have been rumors
about him taking bribes

for years.

This is how we get Theo out.

He's just one vote
out of three.

These boards are filled
with jaded individuals

who will rubberstamp anything.

The loudest voice in the room
wins the day.

I don't know, Saxe.

I mean, you know
I'm not opposed to greasing

a few well-placed palms,
but this?

We're talking about
a government official here.

There are consequences
to getting caught.

I'm so sure this will work,
I'll make the approach myself.

I will.

I just...

I need your go-ahead.

Do what you gotta do
to get my brother out.

Great.

Just uh, one problem.

I'll need a lot of cash,
and fast.

Cash.

Not a problem.

What you doing here still?

Why are you asking?

I mean, usually,
you're the first one out.

Yeah, I just have a special
project to do for my uncle.

Higher-up shit.
You don't gotta worry about it.

Yeah, whatever.

Later.

Peace.

Come on, Lauren.

Fuck.

Everything is in order.

Hey, this one
isn't gonna be easy.

Don't worry, Mr. Saxe.

I'm very persuasive
when I need to be.

Make sure you are.

You should leave
before I call the cops.

The cops?

Boy, I'm not worried
about that.

I figured we both have secrets

we don't want to get out,
right?

I mean, what if
all your flunkies knew

their hero and leader
who survived the hood,

super hotep Salim Ashe Freeman

was actually Trevor Nelson
from Silver Spring, Maryland?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Oh, really?

Okay, well,
since you want to play dumb,

I wasn't too sure it was you
either, because damn,

you are not photogenic.

But it's definitely you,

because this is your
prep school yearbook photo.

You at an equestrian
competition, second place,

very impressive.

But this one is by far
my favorite.

It's the people who adopted you
when you were just a baby.

And look, they're white,
and at a fundraiser

for that orange motherfucker.

I mean, damn,
I didn't see this one coming.

You always talk
about your single mother this,

your single mother that.

Where the fuck is the struggle,
Trevor?

Or whatever the fuck
your name is.

So what?

That don't mean shit.

Trevor Nelson is my past.

But I can make him your
present and your future.

Okay, fine. You win.

I won't say anything.

We good?

No, we not good.

Given the size
of your trust fund,

you will reduce your hours here
so you can give students

who actually need the money,
some shifts.

And as for me,
I'm gonna need a raise.

You know I work too damn hard,
and FICA is a bitch.

Now we're good.

Go and watch the car.

Are you serious?

You gave Kai a lot of attitude.

He don't need to see you.

You've always been
my right hand man, Cane,

and I can always count on you
to help keep our family safe.

But everything depends on you
following my lead tonight,

-no questions asked.

There you go, doing that thing
you like to do,

trying to manipulate me
to do whatever you want.

I'm gonna need more than that.

You're right,
I need to start treating you

like the man you've become,

but I ain't got time
to explain right now.

I told you and Dru what's
gonna happen here tonight,

so you gotta trust me
to save our family.

Now, you gonna help me or not?

Looks like you cleared out
the place for me.

I'm flattered.

Oh, you got jokes.

This is the After Hours spot.

We ain't open yet.

You sure Cane doesn't want
to come in?

He's still mad at me.

Let him stay outside.

Besides, he doesn't need
to hear what I'm about to say.

I want a partnership.

And what do I get
out of this partnership?

What you've always wanted.

It's too soon.

Your family wouldn't like that.

That's why they're not
in this room right now.

Look,
when Lorenzo was locked up,

I held the business down,

and when he got out,
he pushed me out.

So to be honest,
I'm not exactly

grieving his loss right now.

That's his mistake.

You were always the brains,
Mo, we all know that.

So now you know
what you're getting

out of this partnership.

My business, my mind...

...and the rest of me.

I've been waiting for you
to say that for years.

What the fuck?

Fuck!

You two-faced bitch.

I got you. I got you.

Dru was supposed to wait
for my signal.

I know, them niggas almost
had a drop on me though.

You good?

Yeah, baby.

I'm glad you came.

I knew I can always depend
on you.

Now go check on Dru.

Ma!

The fuck, Dru?

Another car pulled up.

I had to act fast.

He was coming in to see Kai.

I don't want to
hear your excuses.

Clean up this body.

- All right.

What the fuck was that?

What?

His texts...

He killed Papi.

Let me see that.

Kai was too chicken shit

to go against Lorenzo
on his own.

He was working with someone.

Set up a meet
with whoever he was texting

and take this fucker out.

I need you both there
to make sure

this shit is handled
for our family.

Yeah, we'll take care of it.

All of our loan programs

are currently at capacity.

Well, I'm so sorry.

This has all kind of been

more of an adjustment
than I thought it would be.

Please, I just need
a bit more time

to get my tuition payment
together.

Let me pull up your file.

Well, actually, this says

that your account is paid
through the end of the term.

You know, let me make
a hard copy of your file,

just for your records.

Pretty ballsy for you
to come here

after everything you've done.

I brought you a piece offering.

I appreciate the gesture,

but why kill your old ally?

Kai played us both.

He set up Lorenzo's murder,
then framed you,

hoping we'd take
each other down.

He was no ally.

Plus, his fucking breath stink.

Now that our mutual enemy
is dead, do we have a truce?

Today, that sound
is like music to my ears, bruh.

We did it.

You're a free man.

Yeah, you're right.

Better to not compromise
your treatment

before it starts.

I'll tell you what.

I'll have one for both of us.

You haven't said a word
since you got out.

Look, I know
it feels overwhelming,

but you'll get used to it,
I promise.

No chance in hell
I was getting parole

the way I answered
those questions.

You did something, Davis.

The most important thing
is you out, right?

I took the fall for you

because you was gonna
be somebody.

Now your ass
could go to prison.

So what you're saying is

I should have just
let you die in there?

If you go in for this,

then my time was for nothing.

My life didn't mean shit.

Okay, come on--

Finish your beer.

Then drop me off
at the treatment facility.

After that,
don't bother visiting.

Good work, Agent Young.

You just got us
our first big break.

I just stole some trash.

Which will help us
take some human trash

off the streets for good.

The packaging for the drugs

that you found
at Weston Holdings

is a match
for the drugs we found

on the Stansfield rooftop

and the Jamaica Avenue boys
crime scenes.

Lab analyses show
all three sources have

identical levels of purity.

Which means
the Tejada street operation,

the Wall Street drug trade,

and the university
drug pipeline

are all connected.

Sounds like a RICO to me.

More good news,
someone else of interest

popped up on our
rooftop cameras.

Effie Morales,
Tariq's girlfriend

and the prime suspect
in the murder

of Lauren Baldwin,
who is alive and well

and ready to testify.

You sneaky bitch.

I think we're ready
to bring this to Medina.

Lauren, are you all right?

-I was so worried.

Right.
Worried about me or yourself?

Both of us, of course.

Okay, look,
I don't have much time.

They're moving me out
of the safe house.

Shit.

Then that means they're moving
forward with your case.

Look, we need to talk.

I have proof
that you can trust me.

What is it?

I gotta show you in person.

Tariq, I can't.

All right, listen, Lauren,

both of our futures are
at stake right now, all right?

You need to meet with me before
you say anything to them.

It's five minutes.

Just please, Lauren, please.

I can't believe
you talked your brothers out of

going back on our deal.

If I knew talking business

is what gets you going
like this,

I'd talk business all the time.

Yes, please.

No, for real, though...

how'd you convince
your brothers?

I told them
our word was our bond,

and if they couldn't stay true
to that,

there was no place
for me there.

You would have given up
your family...

for our agreement?

Come on.

You don't think
you're worth it?

So... so this is serious?

Ain't that shit obvious?

I guess so.

Oh, shit, shit.

What?

I didn't realize
how late it was.

Y'know, I gotta roll.

Okay.

Good god.

Dru...

I trusted you.

Dru!

Dru, what the fuck?

It was him.

He killed Papi.

I got you, man.

I got you.

You handle it?

No worries.

I'm so sorry, baby.

So sorry.

Everything looks normal.

Are you kidding me?
Keke, the entire firm

is a giant
fucking Ponzi scheme.

You need to calm down,

Gordon Gekko.

You've only been here
for five minutes.

You have no idea
what you're talking about.

There are two sets of books

with totally different deposits
and withdrawals.

The balance sheets
don't add up.

And what about
the hidden staircase

with the fucking secret
shredding room?

I mean, isn't that how

the whole Madoff thing
was set up?

You know what?
I will look over these tonight.

We will discuss this
in the morning.

No, we're not discussing
anything in the morning.

Something is seriously fucked.

I need to talk to my uncle
right now.

Brayden. Brayden!

You think Weston Holdings
is a giant Ponzi scheme?

Okay, well,
that's what the evidence says.

You do realize that we've been

a pillar of the financial
industry for generations?

We comply with onerous
reporting obligations,

the SEC,
and other government agencies.

But that just means it's

an extremely well run
Ponzi scheme.

You're right.

Fuck!

I didn't want to be right.

Does my dad know
about this shit?

Your dad is so uptight,

he would have
an instantaneous stroke.

No, this is all me.

I saved this firm
and our family from ruin.

So you should be thanking me.

Now, who else did you show
these documents to?

-No one.
-Huh.

I swear.

You're an awful fucking liar.

Keke, get in here.

She has nothing
to do with this.

What's going on?
Does this have to do

with the paperwork
Brayden showed me?

You can drop the act, Keke.

Oh.

You knew about this shit?

Keke and a few select others
helped me

keep this whole thing going.

How?

Through
creative record-keeping.

You saw our work for yourself.

And we keep everyone
in the dark

by bringing in new investors

to keep our accounts flush.

And that's the trick.

If you do it right,
which we do,

no one will ever know.

Okay, but no matter what,

someone always ends up
holding the bag at the end.

You guys are fucking criminals.

- Wow.

He just called us criminals.

Yeah.

When--when he and Tariq

are running a drug operation
under my roof.

You opened your fucking mouth
about that?

You said you wouldn't.

Brayden, we've known
since the beginning.

To be honest, I just wanted
to hear you admit it.

I was actually kind of hoping

that you'd set something up
like you did at Stansfield.

All that sweet
undocumented cashola

just helps keep this gig going
that much longer.

Okay, well,
I need that money back,

and Tariq's trust fund too.

That's not how this works.

So here's some advice. Um...

...keep your fucking mouth
shut.

If any of this gets out,

it will destroy your family.

No one has to lose.

Okay?

Oh, um, one more thing.

In case you're thinking
of going

all Rachel Dolezal on me,

remember, I know
about your drug business.

And I assure you, my prison
will be a lot nicer than yours.

You were using me
this whole fucking time.

No, it was not the whole time.

Look, I actually like you,
Brayden.

Fuck you, Keke.

Cheer up, Bray--

it is not all that bad.

Look, we don't have to lie
to each other anymore.

We're in this together.

Brayden.

Excuse me. I got a question.

How much you gonna charge me
for that badge tonight?

This enough?

Yeah, I'll take the hat
and that jacket as well.

I'll debrief Medina first.

You bring Lauren up
after I give the okay.

Hang tight.

Um, do I have a second
to use the bathroom?

Tariq.

They're about to take me
upstairs.

Where's your proof?

I got it right here.

I told you in confidence
that I was getting Lauren

out of the fucking city
to protect her.

You went behind my back.

And I was trying
to protect you.

You were protecting
yourself, like you always are.

Listen, Lauren wasn't
a fucking threat, Effie.

You didn't need to kill her.

You are just so fucking
weak, it hurts.

That's why I had to take care
of your little girlfriend,

because you couldn't.

Okay, I believe you.

Thank you.

But it's too late.

The feds are building
a RICO case

against you and the Tejadas.

What the fuck
do they have on me?

Evidence on the drug business,

as well as all those murders
committed to sustain it,

including mine.

It's all about to happen
right now.

Fuck.

All right, listen, Lauren,

you can't say a word to them,
okay?

I need to figure out something
to get us out of this shit

so we can get back
to our regular lives.

Okay, you're right.

WITSEC is just a one-way street
to oblivion.

I'll get you
as much time as I can.

All right. Thank you.

But shit,
a RICO is fucking huge.

How did Saxe
not see this shit coming?

He did.

Saxe is working with the feds.

Saxe is a fucking mole.

Shit.

There you go, Ma.

Oh, thank you, baby.

You're welcome.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Hey, I can't lie,
this food look real good.

I miss these family dinners.

Thank y'all for having me back.

Well, me too.

-Now shut up, and let's eat.

Cane, can keep pass me
the cornbread, please?

- You know Ma made that.
-I know.

Listen, the food is banging.

-Greens could use

a little bit more seasoning.

And for somebody
who don't like them greens,

you sure are slurping it up.

-You better shut up.

-You gonna tell me how to cook.

Police!
Hands on the table!

Yo, what the fuck is
this?

This shit better
be fucking good.

Would an arrest warrant
suffice, Mrs. Tejada?

Diana Tejada, stand up.

You are under arrest
for possession

of an illegal narcotic
with intent to distribute.

What the fuck
are you talking about?

Stand the fuck up.

-Ma.
- Don't fucking fuck up.

Don't speak to my child
like that.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
shut the fuck up.

Diana, we gonna come
and get you.

You have the right
to an attorney.

-If you can't afford one--
-Don't say a fucking word.

...one will be
appointed to you.

Ma.

I'm coming to get you, baby.

Fuck.