All language subtitles for Power.2014.S04E07

Ghost". Previously on "Power"...

I'll deliver Julio to you,
and you take him out.

- Blood in, blood out.

All of the members
of this prosecution

will be suspended
pending an investigation.

I gave Tasha an
awful lot of money.

Tasha took money from you?

- Why wouldn't you talk to me first?
- You left me with no other choice.

I told you I would be in touch.

You've been out long enough to put
that phone in Tommy Egan's hands.

We are expanding.

We'd like to see if you
can run both coasts.

Couldn't get rid of me
that easy, motherfucker.

You gonna do exactly what I
tell you to do or Tariq is dead.

What I gotta do to
get my son back, man?

Money goes in the bag, Marcus.

Now the question is,

should he watch you die
or the other way around?

- Dad.
- Back the fuck up!

Grim, what the fuck happened?

We was robbed, man.

- It was Ghost.
- Ghost?

He was with that dude, Kanan.

Kanan is still alive?

They killed Marcus.

- Fuck!

Yo, Boss, your
phone's buzzin' again.

- Yo, what the fuck, Ghost?!
- Ghost: Tommy, just listen...

- I get back to the spot. Grimace is all...
- Tommy, shut the fuck up and listen.

Tariq's in trouble, all right?

- Yeah, all right. Where you at?
- Meet us at Hoyt and 3rd.

Grimace, stay here.

Lriq.

You okay?

Oh, hey, hey, hey.
What happened?

What happened to him?

Hey, it's okay.

It's okay, all right?

We need to fuckin' talk.

Go warm up in the car.
I gotta talk to your uncle.

I don't fuckin' understand.

- You said you set Kanan on fire.
- I did.

How the fuck is he still alive?

Half of him is fuckin'
burned, Tommy, okay?

Scarred... his face, his
fucking chest, his arms.

Arms?

Holy shit, Tasha was right.

Ghost: What's Tasha
gotta do with this?

Tommy: The night that you got
locked up and Tariq went missing.

- Ghost: Yeah, okay.
- She didn't tell you?

Tasha got a ransom demand.

The picture had
Tariq all passed out

with this big ass,
crispy arm around him.

Tasha asked me if
it could be Kanan,

but then Tariq showed
up safe and sound.

He said it was a fuckin' joke.

Fuck!

Look, Tariq lied to you.

Kanan's got his mind
all fuckin' twisted out.

And remember Jukebox?

Yeah, that fuckin' crazy bitch.

That one. She kidnapped him.

So Kanan fuckin' shoots
her to save Tariq's life.

Ghost, this story
is so fuckin' weird.

If you were anybody
the fuck else,

for any other fuckin' reason,
you'd be dead right now.

I know.

Come on, I guess
you guys need a ride.

Yo, 'Riq.

Tariq, let me ask you something.

Did Dre know that
Kanan was alive?

Did Dre see you
and Kanan together?

Or was he telling the truth,

that he picked you
up on some corner

the night your dad was arrested?

Slim... I mean, Kanan,
he stayed outta sight.

Dre didn't know,
and I didn't tell him.

Mak: Thanks for coming in.

Main Justice has decided
to continue your suspensions

while reviewing your
individual involvement

in the St. Patrick dismissal

before deciding on
official disciplinary action.

But I think you all are
gonna get fuckin' fired.

So I suggest you
polish up your resumes.

Valdes torpedoed
us, plain and simple.

- I still have other active cases.
- Not anymore, you don't.

This is bullshit.

You deserve a suspension
as much as the rest of us.

You were the captain
of this team, remember?

Well, I argued that,
as the newcomer,

I lacked the
institutional knowledge

to avoid the pitfalls that
damaged the prosecution.

What's the status on St. Patrick's case,
since it was dismissed without prejudice?

We have a dead FBI
agent and no conviction.

Department wants justice.

Even if Greg was the mole.

Look, I'm gonna
get a collar for Knox

and get this stain off
my record for good.

The three of you,
don't even think about it.

Your log-ins are dead.

You have no access
to the database.

You are civilians now.

And don't do anything stupid

and try to get your jobs back.

I'm gonna solve this case.

You guys should start
considering the private sector.

Hey, anyone need
their parking validated?

No?

- Where the hell have y'all been?
- Tasha...

No, I wanna know where y'all
been all night out of his mouth.

And don't you
dare lie to us, boy.

- You lied to me!
- Son.

Excuse me?

When I asked you about Shawn,
you lied straight to my face.

Shawn? What the hell
are you talkin' about?

Tasha, he was with Kanan, okay?

Kanan kidnapped Tariq.

And apparently it
ain't the first time.

So... Slim was
Kanan this whole time?

Go shower up, son.

And give me your
clothes when you're done.

I knew it.

Tasha, where are the girls?

Tasha! Where the girls?

In their rooms.

Look, okay, I...

I never got a chance to tell
you what's been going on with...

What's been going on?

What's been going on is you
letting Tariq run with Kanan.

I did the best I could.

Okay, he lies all the time now.

I asked him about Kanan
after the night he went missing.

- And he...
- You had one job, Tasha.

One job?

I was dealing
with your lying son,

on top of scraping
together money for your bail

and playing wifey in court
while your oblivious ass

was sitting around in prison because
Proctor didn't want you stressed out.

- What the fuck?
- Okay, okay.

So it's... it's easy
to be locked up?

- For something you didn't even do?
- That's right, you were innocent.

But please remind me
again why you got arrested.

- For protecting Tommy.
- Wrong!

You got arrested because you
dipped your dick in that Fed bitch.

Give me a break. This ain't
got shit to do with Angela.

Oh, it doesn't? Are
you fucking kidding me?

Tariq used to be
a good kid, Ghost.

Then he started talking
back, stealing guns,

and lying when you decided
to leave this family for her.

I didn't leave our family.

I left you.

Tasha: Right. You left me.

Because our life
together was real.

And with Angela,

you could pretend to be
something you never were.

Come on, Tasha, let's
just cut the shit, all right?

This doesn't have anything
to do with you, nor me.

It's about Tariq and
motherfuckin' Kanan!

Well, we wouldn't be talking
about motherfucking Kanan

if you killed him ten
years ago, like I told you to.

Ghost: Yeah, you right, I was
supposed to kill him ten years ago

like you told me
to, and I didn't.

- You happy now, huh?

Hey, sweetie.

Um... you all ready for school?

Uh-huh.

Um, Cesar's calling
from downstairs.

Okay.

- Um...
- Is Dad in here?

I'm in here, baby girl.

- Daddy!
- Hey. Baby girl_.

Oh, I missed you so much.

I missed you, too.

Let me see that face.

Now that's a face.

Raina, your dad and I are
just finishing up a discussion.

Okay, um, Cesar says there's
a man here to see Daddy.

He's coming up.

Ghost: All right,
I'll be right there.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Good morning. Simon,
uh, you're a surprise.

What do we owe the pleasure?

James, this was
already on the books.

I told you I'd be bringing the team
by to discuss your image makeover.

Yes.

Mrs. St. Patrick, you
have a lovely home.

However, we will have
to do some redecorating

for the interview.

Interview?

We've landed James an on-camera
interview with Olivia German.

It will air during prime time.

You will be on the
radar of every politician

and tastemaker in New York City.

It's the perfect platform to
help reassert his innocence

and launch our real estate deal.

Mrs. St. Patrick, we'll
need you and the kids

to participate in
the interview as well.

Oh, I'm sorry, but that's
completely out of the question.

My kids have already dealt
with paparazzi at school.

I'm not putting them
in front of a camera.

James, if we miss this
window of opportunity,

it might never happen again.

This is an opportunity
to make a fresh start,

to tell the world
who you really are...

Aninnocenh upstanding
family and businessman

who is ready for the
next chapter of his life.

Listen, Tasha, this
is for our... our family.

- You know, it's for our future.
- James, I can't...

Simon, my kids will be
ready, as will my wife.

Excellent.

- Yo, 'sup, Dre?
- What's up, dog?

Yo, how long you known Kanan
was alive and in New York?

- Kanan's alive?
- Don't play stupid with me, Dre.

Him and Jukebox picked up Tariq
yesterday. They almost killed the kid.

Yo, who the fuck is Jukebox?

I don't know what you're
talkin' about, Tommy.

Look, is Tariq all right?

Oh, yeah, he's fine,
no thanks to you.

I didn't know about Kanan.

- Is Tariq saying I did?
- No, he is not.

Cool, look, 'cause if Kanan's back,
he's gonna come lookin' for me.

We got another problem, man.

That's why I wanted
you to meet me out here.

That's Julio's car right there.

I been callin' him. I haven't
heard back in 24 hours.

Yeah, I haven't had my
phone on me. He tried me, too.

Yeah, he was supposed to meet a
new primera in this warehouse right here.

- What new primera?
- He didn't tell me.

- Fuck.
- Shit. Julio!

Fuck!

Julio. Yo, J.

Fuck!

Looks like the Toros Locos
finally caught up with him

and disrespected me and Ghost.

What does Ghost
have to do with this?

Ghost made a deal
to keep Julio safe.

Now that Ghost out the game,

looks like the Toros Locos
are sending a message

that they ain't
scared of just me.

Well, they
just fucked up big time.

I mean, so Tommy,
what you, uh...

what you gonna do
about a distro, man?

Really, Dre?

The body ain't even cold yet.

Look, man, Julio knew the
risk when he got into this life.

Now he's gone.

All right, so do you want to
take an ad out on Craigslist or...

promote me?

I wanna meet with Uriel.

Set it up.

Put Julio somewhere nice.

You got the job, kid.

I win, motherfucker.

- He is such an asshole.
- Such a fucking asshole.

Look, I don't know what you said,
but this shit isn't very funny to me.

I worked hard to get here, and I'm not
gonna lose my job because of you, Angela.

St. Patrick is the killer.

He only walked on techs,

and I still intend to
win a case against him.

We all want a
conviction here, Saxe.

But unless you find evidence

linking the murder
weapon to St. Patrick,

you're not gonna convict him.

James St. Patrick
didn't hide that gun.

That gun is the key
to this whole case.

Saxe: Well, you're
not wrong there.

I'll figure out a
way to pin it on him.

Then I'm gonna make my
bones taking you down with him.

Okay, look, I know
it hurts losing Julito,

but now is not the time
to respond, Tommy.

You respond now, you
set off a chain reaction.

That-that draws attention to us.

You've been out
for five minutes.

You don't even ask
me what I'm doing to do.

You just tell me what to do?

Look, no offense meant, brother,
but I got a case to beat here, okay?

One that affects you, too.

Look, Angela's move may have gotten
me released, but this shit ain't over.

I'm just trying to make the
calls that keep us both safe.

Like the call you made when you didn't
tell me that Ruiz was wearin' a wire?

You know, the
night I killed him?

Yeah, I know.

Proctor told me that you broke
into that FBI agent's apartment

to try to get the tape back.

I didn't get it back.

I know, I did.

But not before I heard
every blessed detail.

From Milan to stabby-stabby.

So who had it, huh?
Who got it? Proctor?

- He played it for you?
- Ghost, there was a tape.

I took care of it. That's
all you need to know.

For now, I got some business to take
care of with those Toros Locos, all right?

Have you ever heard
of a man named Kanan?

No.

Good.

Well, he's tall.

He's brown-skinned.

He's got a lot of
burn scars on him.

So if you ever see him, you need
to stay far away from him, okay?

He's very dangerous.

Is that what you and Dad
were fighting about earlier?

No, that's nothing you
need to worry about.

I promise.

What's wrong, baby girl?

Stop calling me that.

Stop treating me
like a damn baby.

- Raina.
- What?

I know something's going on around
here, and no one tells me anything.

Who is this Kanan and
why is he so dangerous?

What were you and
Dad fighting about?

And what's going on with Tariq?

Where was he?

Where was Daddy?

- I'm waiting.
- Okay. Sit down.

Tariq fell in with a
bad crowd, okay?

And he got in over his head.

Was Kanan part of that crowd?

Yes, he was.

Now, Tariq is gonna be fine,

but he's gonna need all
of us to watch out for him.

So the next time he
decides to sneak out,

I need you to
tell me, all right?

- Okay.
- All right.

Listen, it feels good to
know I can depend on you.

All right?

Mike has an interesting
theory about the Knox case.

He ran it by me, and I think
you should hear him out.

I keep thinking about
our search of Truth.

Saxe and I were
both there, remember?

Our case against St.
Patrick was thin at best.

Donovan heads upstairs and boom,

we're off to the races with
a murder one indictment.

What if Greg's murderer has been
sitting right beside us this whole time?

Proctor got in your
head, huh, Mike?

Proctor may be corrupt,
but he wasn't wrong.

Donovan found Greg's body.

He signed the arrest
warrant for St. Patrick.

And he found the
murder weapon at Truth.

All of which is his job.

We're cut off from
department resources.

You're not.

All we're asking
you is to check it out.

If Donovan's clear, no big deal.

If he's not...

Then we found our mole and
we've redeemed ourselves.

Exactly.

St. Patrick killed Greg, Angela.

So he didn't hide the gun.
He had someone else do it.

Probably that kid that works
for him, Andre Coleman.

It's their camera,
their surveillance video.

They probably altered the
tape just in case we asked for it.

How? When would
they have had time?

Jerry, face it, the gun wasn't
there before our people arrived.

Who else was there?

Me, Mike Sandoval, Cooper Saxe.

A bunch of Windbreakers,
low-level guys.

Who knew you were
turning off the surveillance?

I've watched the tapes from the
office, but what about the other cameras?

For the dance
floor? The VIP area?

Whoever planted the
gun had to go upstairs.

I'm on suspension, Jerry, but
from desk duty you could look.

Even
discussing this with you

could have me
lose that desk job.

I support a whole family
on my check, all right?

So do I.

But Greg's killer
is still out there.

Enjoy your lunch.

The interview is
a bad idea, period.

Yes, they dismissed the
charges against James,

but there's no guarantee
they won't try again.

He's already made up his mind.

I can't stop him.

- Well...
- I don't have to do it, though.

Actually, you do.

If they do re-indict,
the jury pool, the public,

it's all still relevant.

If he is going to
do the interview,

it has to be letter perfect.

You're a part of the image.

Part of the redemption story.

- Mm.
- You'll be there

to course-correct, if he
says something wrong.

Well, you'll have his
back if it comes to that.

I don't want to represent
your husband anymore, Tasha.

But we need you.

I need you.

Then I will be there.

But not for him.

For you.

Good.

Ghost: Joe, is there a
reason that you didn't tell me

the Ruiz wiretap surfaced?

And you certainly didn't fuckin'
tell me that Tommy heard it.

- He ambushed me, man.
- I didn't tell you

because we handled it
as soon as it came up.

Jesus.

So what about this-this
Homeland guy, Bailey?

I mean, I'm assuming
he had it, he heard it.

How do you know he's
gonna keep his mouth shut?

James...

Tommy wasted the
guy in my apartment.

You're telling me Tommy shot a
fuckin' Homeland Security agent?

No, stabbed.

Man, Tommy's a fucking psycho.

You think I tell him what to do?

He's the real threat here.

Where's the tape now, Joe?

It's-it's destroyed.

It's destroyed.

Have your apartment
professionally cleaned.

- I did.
- Do it again.

And again, Joe.

This fool acted alone.

He seen Julio's tattoo, didn't
know Julio was protected.

Look, we both know Julio
shoulda had that shit removed.

That was part of the deal.

Oh, yeah?

Let's see what he
got to say about it.

That don't sound
good. What's he ea yin'?

Begging for his life.

Yeah, J was a
tough motherfucker.

You tellin' me this
pup took out Julio

all by hisself?

And cut off the tattoo.

To make it right, we
wanted to offer the kill to you.

Oh.

Oh, well... that was nice.

Wait, wait, wait, wait,
yo, chill, chill, chill, chill.

This motherfucker
was a lone wolf.

Tommy, he's voluntarily
bringing you one of his own, dog.

- Chill!
- You think bringin' me a scrub

like this is gonna make
up for me losing my distro?

I want the territory
we gave you for Julio.

I can't do it without
approval from upstairs.

Who, the Jimenez?
I'll talk to 'em.

They're fuckin' crazy, man.

They're butchers.
I don't think...

Or I could just shoot
you in the face right now,

and they'll come lookin' for me.

Either way, |'ma meet 'em.

Only difference is whether
you alive or you dead.

I'll Set it up.

You said the
sacrifice would work.

You said you was gonna kill Julio
without signing your fuckin' name on it.

So I guess we both fucked up.

Look, man, if this
starts a war, Uriel...

we both gonna lose, man.

- Mason.
- Uh, uh, Diego, Alicia,

I didn't know you
guys were, um...

Uh, come in.

Didn't want to
announce ourselves.

Well, please...
please, have a seat.

- You having a party?
- No, no, man.

- That my coke?
- There's no coke.

- Is that my coke?
- There's no coke!

Diego, what the fuck, man?

Let me go! Let me go!

So our guy in narcotics tells us

they got a call from
a potential informant.

- What?
- Yeah.

That can't be.

And there it is.

That's your rat.

A good manager
gives her employees

exactly what they've earned,

and since you've
been more concerned

about snorting than
helping us sell it...

Snort it.

Or we'll kill your
wife and child.

We don't blame
her. We blame you.

- No!

No!

Stay away from my baby!

What was that?
Huh, what was that?

You got five minutes.

Look, I want to know how
it's coming with Donovan.

If Donovan is the mole, that
opens Bailey Markham up again

as a potential witness.

What do you know about him?

Markham? Nothing.

You met with him.

Yep, right before you did.

In Red Hook.

You did a trap and
trace on my phone?

I did a trap and trace on his.

I didn't want to sift
through all those

escort service numbers on yours.

Oh, I don't use
my phone for that.

It's all online now.

Why did you meet
with Markham, Saxe?

He said he had evidence
against Egan and St. Patrick,

and I wanted to
follow up with him.

Why?

How do I know that your
interest in Bailey's evidence

wasn't for your own
self-preservation?

Is that why you're throwing
Donovan under the bus?

Donovan wasn't my
idea. It was Mike's.

I reached out to Bailey.

When he gets back to me,
we'll get into the true nature

of your meeting with him.

For now, Saxe,
stay in the city, huh?

Olivia: James, do you...

do you think your
race or background

played any factor in their
decision to prosecute you?

No, I don't think
about that, Olivia.

Um, I actually have a
tremendous amount of faith

in our... in our legal system.

Um, I can't speak on the factors

that pointed the prosecutors in
my direction, but it all worked out.

I'm innocent.

But your innocence was
never actually proven.

Your charges were dismissed
because your ex-lover,

AUSA Angela Valdes,

fell on her sword and exposed her
team for prosecutorial misconduct.

Well actually,
Olivia, AUSA Valdes

found a piece of evidence
proving my innocence,

um, a piece of evidence
that her team purposefully

and, uh, apparently,
uh, withheld,

knowing that it would
ruin their case against me.

Tasha, I'm sure seeing
AUSA Valdes on a regular basis

must have been
a painful reminder

of your husband's affair.

Why aren't you wearing
your wedding ring?

The truth is, I had to sell it

in order to pay for our
incredibly talented defense team.

It takes a lot of time and money

to represent a
wrongfully accused man.

Tasha, are you ready,
or should I say willing,

to rebuild your life with James?

Yes, I am.

James came clean,

and he told me
everything about the affair,

and despite how difficult
those conversations were,

I admire his honesty.

And I must say,

the affair wasn't
entirely his fault either.

Hmm.

I had stopped
believing in his dreams.

But now, after everything
we've been through,

we're stronger than ever.

Ghost: Amen.

- Jerry.
- Hey.

Come in.

You're the last person
I expected to see.

- Yeah.

- Can I get you anything to drink or...
- No, no, I'm good.

I couldn't stop thinking
about what you said, Angela.

Did you know that
Saxe was in the MCC

when Lobos' would-be
hitter was shanked?

- No, I didn't.
- And that he took an off-the-books

meeting with Bailey
Markham, met with him secretly.

Markham's been
missing for a week.

Strange coincidences,
aren't they?

Saxe is many things,
but he's not a killer.

I mean, he might jerk
off over a dead body,

but actually pull a trigger?

I don't know.

Yeah, it's not for sure.

That's why I brought
these files, like you asked.

- Great, thank you.
- Let's start diggin'.

Andre: So yo, so tell me
this, why did you cover for me

with Tommy and your
dad, when I'm the one

that introduced you to Kanan?

I just wanted to
know why you did that.

I covered for you, so
now you give me the truth.

Did my dad send Kanan to jail?

Look, James... You
mean fucking Ghost?

Kanan told me him, my
Uncle Tommy, and my dad,

they all ran drugs together.

My dad killed their
boss, named Breeze.

I feel like my dad
wanted Kanan in jail

because he wanted
to leave Queens.

That's why Kanan hates him now.

That's why he wanted me.

You're a smart-ass kid, man.

Did Dad set Kanan up by himself?

Or was Uncle
Tommy in on that, too?

I just wanna know the truth.

Nah, Tommy didn't know.

What about my mom?

- Mr. Egan.
- That's right.

Diego Jimenez. Nice to meet you.

This is my sister, Alicia.

I always heard of
the Jimenez Brothers.

I guess you heard wrong.

- Yeah.

- This way.
- Thank you.

I understand you have a grievance
that you feel requires our attention.

Yeah.

One oi yours, a Toto,

killed my distributor
in cold blood.

My former partner, Ghost,
had a deal to get Julio out,

a deal that we still honored by giving
the Toros Locos some of our territory.

That fucking traitor got years'
more life than he deserved...

And this Ghost is no longer
a part of your organization?

So what?

When Dave Thomas died,
you ain't see Ronald McDonald

ride on the nearest Wendy's.

We had a deal. I-I
expect to be fully repaid.

And what would you suggest?

I want our old territory back,

and I want six new
Toros Locos corners.

- No fucking way.
- And I want access

to your port
connections in California.

I mean, of course I'll kick
you back a percentage.

And your Serbian employers
told you to ask for this?

No. I mean, Jason wants me to
expand to the West Coast, sure,

but you already owe me.

I killed Lobos.

We had Lobos stabbed
to death in prison.

That's cute that you're
trying to take credit for it,

but that wasn't you,
and it didn't work.

He survived, and he made
a deal to flip on everybody,

including you two.

No, I capped Lobos,
and since then

you've been numero
uno in Mexico,

and you're still free
to travel stateside,

so you owe me twice.

We will have to take
some time to consider it.

Okay.

Don't take too long.

What's up, son? I
made us some dinner.

- Where's Mom?
- She with your Aunt LaKeisha.

That don't bother you, after
seeing what happened to Jukebox?

It's not real.

Well...

What is real is the fact that you
been hanging out with Kanan.

I need to know how you met him.

I was on the street.

And he told me he
was a friend of Shawn's.

And he told me he knew
you from back in the day.

But he didn't tell me
why he was mad at you.

What'd you do?

Nothing to deserve
him hurting you.

He didn't hurt me, though.

He saved my life.

And he must have had his
own reasons for doing that, son,

but look, no matter
how nice he was to you,

you heard what he said,

Kanan's a bad man,
done some bad things.

I mean, he murdered his own son.

Shawn said he was
in jail for a long time.

Is that why he was mad at you?

Kanan was in jail
because he broke the law.

That's it. Had
nothing to do with me.

And Mom?

Neither your mother or I
did anything to hurt Kanan,

no matter what Kanan
or Jukebox told you.

- Hold on, I gotta take this.

I can't talk right now, old man.

Teresi: You have two days.

All right, son, you finish up that
game, come out here and eat.

I don't want the food
getting cold, all right?

- Nice.
- Mm-hmm.

- You blew that out, Terry.
- Yes.

_ Hey Yo Tash.
- H1513“ gonna 9°?

- I don't know about all that.
- Come on. Come on, girl.

- Mariah Carey?
- Hmm. What you gonna do?

- Let's see what we got here.
- I really don't want to do anything.

- I got you, girl.
- Hook her up, Gina.

- Okay, I shall.

I'm nervous.

Come on, I believe in you.

- Hmm-mm-mm.
- All right, here we go, Tasha.

- You got this.
- Breathe, girl.

Tasha: Y'all did this to me.

I can't believe I'm
up here, but okay.

Both you and Cooper Saxe
were at the search of Truth.

Were either Donovan or Saxe
in your vicinity at all times?

Most of the time.

I know Saxe was
covering the main floor.

I was not with Donovan when
he was up in the office, though.

So you had some
time for each of them

that you can't account for.

I'm just completing my file.

I'll call in Donovan for
questioning as soon as possible.

Sounds good.

Anything else you need from me?

No, we're done here, Mike.

- 'Night, everybody.
- You crazy.

- Oh, no.
- That was good.

- Ah, that was fun.

I haven't done
that in a long time.

Thanks for inviting me here.

This-this is a
really great spot.

I live just around the
corner. We're regulars here.

Oh, okay.

You can sing, girl.

- And you can sing too, boy.

I mean, maybe in another
life we coulda done something,

been a duet or something.

Oh, what, we woulda been
like BeBe and Cece Winans?

No, not brother and
sister. Come on now.

Right.

Not brother and sister.

Not really in the business of
kissing the wives of my clients.

First time for
everything, though, right?

Let's get you in a cab.

Okay, let's.

Well, it's not
gonna open itself.

You gotta open it.

You like?

After you came through
in the interview yesterday,

I thought you
deserved a replacement.

I thought we
couldn't afford this.

Stern's got me throwing
a big welcome home party

for myself tonight at Truth.

Gonna be all kinda
city councilmen there,

and... I need you to be there.

Wearing this.

I need you to look the part.

The first time I did this,

it was because you
made me a better criminal.

Hmm.

But yesterday, you
made me a better man.

Well said.

Oh, there you are.

Stop working and meet
Councilman Leonard.

- Mr. St. Patrick.
- Councilman, pleasure.

Leonard here is one of the voting
members on the Minority Trade Commission.

His great-uncles were
a part of Tammany Hall.

Simon tells me you are

the best candidate to
come along for decades.

Flattering, Simon.

I'm just very excited, of course,
about pitching you my new ideas.

- Having been raised in the hood...
- Yes, yes, the community.

It is noble.

I think the most important thing to
think about is where we want to build.

My district has an
abandoned hospital,

which is perfect for a
clean slate construction.

Your district is in
Manhattan, right?

Naturally. Best
bang for the buck.

Stern: We'll sort out
the details, James.

New York is a very diverse city.

Don't get hung up on
where for now, huh?

Right.

- I need a pick-me-up.

Pleasure, Councilman.

Man on video game: Move! Move!

'Sup, little man?
Where are your parents?

Oh, they're out right now, but
Big Mama's back there with Yas.

Okay, we'll keep it quiet.

Hey, look, Tariq,

I just wanna let you know
that Kanan ain't coming back.

So you ain't gotta be scared.

I'm not scared.

- Uncle T.
- 'Sup?

Did you help my
dad put Kanan in jail?

No.

And... and...

I mean, honestly, 'Riq,

I didn't know nothing about it.

Why, what did Kanan tell you?

Well, he said you and
my dad sold drugs for him.

He said my dad killed
people, that you killed people.

Hmm.

Is that true, Uncle
T? Did you kill people?

I think we should talk
about this when you're older.

I want to talk about it now.

Then I think that you should ask
your dad about when we was kids.

This ain't my story to tell.

But what I can tell you, Tariq,

is that Kanan ain't a good guy.

It's hard to tell who's
good and bad anymore.

Later, 'Riq.

- Tell your dad I stopped by.
- Mm-hmm.

Olivia: Your wife
looks beautiful tonight.

She is beautiful.

She used to be a singer?

What'd you used to be?

I'm much more interested
in what you used to be.

Okay, I see
where this is going. Look...

I like to get to
know my subjects.

- Hmm.
- I really like to know

what lies underneath.

I saw that little performance

you and wifey gave
during the interview.

She doesn't love you anymore.

I could tell.

This is someone you
should definitely meet.

He won't talk to a reporter,
so I'll make myself scarce.

So you fought the law
and you won, my brother.

Well, I didn't win yet.

Rashad Tate.
Councilman in Queens.

James St. Patrick, from Queens.

I know. I saw your interview.

And I heard about your interest
in the Minority Trade Commission.

Stern and Councilman Leonard
are pushing you into it, right?

No, no, you know, I just got to a place
in my life where I felt I should give back.

Well, a development loan can be
a good thing if it's used properly.

Or it can wind up as another
casualty of city corruption.

Hey, listen, before
you commit to anything

that Stern and
Leonard are selling,

there's a property
in my district

I think that you'd
find very interesting.

Why don't you go
ahead and give me a call?

I'll do that.

Always keep the faith, brother.

- You do the same.
- Councilman, look at you.

Ah, and your beautiful wife. Hi.

- Good to see you.
- Hmm.

What are you hiding?

None of your business.
Get out of my room.

I'm worried about you, 'Riq.

Mom told me about
Kanan. You okay?

What's she saying,
that he's dangerous?

You need to stay away
from him? She's a fuckin' liar.

Just like Dad, Uncle Tommy.

Everyone else. Dad
was a drug dealer.

He fucking killed people.

Mom and Uncle Tommy,
they were into that, too.

I heard them fighting earlier.

Mom said she wanted
Dad to kill Kanan, like,

a really long time ago,
and I don't understand it.

- I don't believe it.
- What don't you understand?

You cannot trust them.

Look, there's this prep school in
Connecticut... it's called Choate.

Maybe we can convince
Mom and Dad to send us there.

No more Van Allen bullshit.

No more everyone
knowing about Dad.

We could just get
away, together.

I'm not goin'
to any fuckin' white-ass

nerd school in
the fuckin' burbs.

- You could go if you want.
- And this is any better?!

You lying, sneaking
out, cutting school?

Dad just got back, and if everything
you said about him is really true,

we have to make sure everything looks
perfect so he stays out of jail, 'Riq.

I don't care if he
goes back to jail or not.

- You're an idiot.
- You're the idiot.

Do you realize if Dad
goes to jail for good, Tariq,

we won't have any of this?

No more penthouse.
No more video games.

We'll be broke. Is that
really what you want?

Damn it, 'Riq, listen to me.

- Yo, get outta my room.
- Ow, Tariq, stop!

Too bad Mom's
not here to save you.

- You look beautiful tonight.
- Well, thank you.

The ring is a
particularly nice touch.

I guess this
suits you after all.

Look, Terry, let me explain...

Tasha, where is that
husband of yours?

I need to speak with him.

Ah, James.

Tasha, would you, uh,
excuse us for a moment?

Uh, your husband and I have
some business to discuss.

Well, Tasha can stay.

No, it's fine.
Good night, Simon.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- So what's on your mind?
- Stay away from Rashad Tate.

I saw the two of you talking.

He's a distraction.

One of your weaknesses.

You did what you needed to
do with Councilman Leonard.

You keep him happy, he'll
bring us in for a nice landing.

I actually liked some
of what Tate had to say.

Of course you did.

I get it, I-I really do,

but this is business,
James, not a fraternity.

Leonard has the juice
and the motivation.

I can't speak to Tate's
ability to be controlled.

Well, it's a good thing
that you're a silent partner.

Enjoy the party, Simon.

Tamara: Hello?

Hey - i-i was
looking for your dad.

I didn't know he had
custody of you guys tonight.

He's not home, Mr. Sandoval.

He's been working really
late the past couple of nights.

You want me to tell
him you stopped by?

No, no, that... that's okay.

Have a good night.

Donovan: There's no reason
for Saxe to have gone upstairs.

Is there anything to
indicate that he did?

This is the view of the main
stairs right before the tape cuts out.

- Saxe is nowhere near it.
- Wait, go back.

- Look before my guys went up the stairs.

Shit.

I was right there.

Wait. Is that... Donovan:
Mike Sandoval?

Angela, uh,

I think Mak is starting to
suspect me of Greg's murder,

and it... it really wasn't me.

I don't think so either.

I've been talking to Mike.

He's pretty sure it's Donovan, and
there's some damn good reasons.

Hey, Jerry.

Uh, you hear all that?

Yeah.

Come in.

We have something to show you.

Tasha, what are you doing here?

Look, Terry, this ring...

it's just part of the costume.

I mean, you were
the one that told me

that I needed to stand by
James so he doesn't end up in jail.

I did say that and I
wasn't being fair, okay?

Look, I don't have the
right to ask anything of you.

You should go.

I should.

But you know what, I...

I just keep thinking,

what if I had never met James?

What if I had met you first?

So... what do we need to
talk about that's so important?

I need you to
call Teresi for me.

That old gangster?

The one that took
out Soletti? Why?

'Cause that old gangster
witnessed me kill a marshal in prison.

Well, that wasn't very smart.

Yeah, as not smart as you
killing a Homeland Security Agent?

- Proctor told you?
- Yeah, he told me.

Oh, well, go on.

I gotta hear the rest of this
"I killed a marshal" story.

So Teresi helped
me cover the shit up

in exchange for a call from you.

- Why?
- I don't know why, okay?

But he wants you to call him.
The number's programmed.

Wait a minute. Oh, whoa.
What about this Homeland guy?

- You get rid of the body?
- No, Proctor's guy took care of it.

Proctor's guy?
Tommy, come on, man.

What-what about the recording?

You at least got
rid of that, tell me.

No, Proctor took
care of that, too.

He said he wanted to wipe the
agent's laptop clean or something.

Tommy, what if Proctor kept it?

Why would he do that?

'Cause he ain't our
lawyer anymore, Tommy.

- He's an accomplice.
- Well, unless we shut his ass up.

We don't have the recording.
We don't have the body.

We don't know what kind of instructions
he left in case something happens to him.

What I'm saying is if this
fucking body shows up,

it traces back to
you and me, man.

You fucked up when you killed the agent,
and I fucked up when I killed the marshal.

So here we are yet again,

needing each other to
set some shit straight.

I'll go talk to Proctor.

You need to fucking...

Yeah.

Mak: What have you
gotten yourself into, Joe?

I know you get
close to the edge,

but these guys aren't
even your clients anymore.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Bailey Markham, Joe.

That's what I'm talking about.

I think he had evidence that
would convict Egan and St. Patrick.

I think they made him disappear.

You can think whatever you want.

I'm gonna go inside now.

Your number was one of
the last that Markham called.

The last cell phone tower
that his phone pinged off of,

they are right here.

Right above your place.

Hmm.

What happened to him, Joe? Hmm?

Come on, tell me
now and save yourself.

I have no idea.

Well, you know something.

Yeah, you're gonna talk to me,

or they're gonna kill you.

It's up to you
which happens first.

Talk to me.

I'm a busy man.
What do you want?

It's good to hear
your voice, Tommy.

How's my Connie holding up?

She looked sick,
but you know that.

Cut the small talk.
What do you want?

I've been inside a long time.

It's a lot of time
to think about...

my life and, uh...

The biggest lesson
that you learn

is that the only people
that really matter

are your family.

Yeah, it sounds like group
therapy has done wonders for you,

but if this conversation
isn't about money,

- I got other shit...
- Tommy, look...

I don't know any
other way to say this.

I'm your dad.

You're my son.

And I want to meet you.

My dad is dead, motherfucker.

No, I was told to
call you, and I did.

So as far as I'm concerned,

you're set with our friend.

We clear?

Yeah. Yeah, we're clear.

But, Tommy, uh...

for what it's worth,

it wasn't my choice
not to be in your life.

It was Kate's.

How the fuck do
you know my mother?

When I first met your
mom, she was a dancer

at the Trop in Atlantic City.

Eight-feet tall,
and it was all legs.

I don't know, I got this
thing about redheads.

And listen, I meant
what I said before.

I want you to come see me.

- a' Yeah, yeah a'