All language subtitles for Power.2014.S04E10

Ghost". Previously on "Power"...

Simon needed someone
who speaks the language.

- Is it true?
- What?

You're mounting a war
against the Jimenez again.

There's advantages to
being underestimated.

- Amen.
- How we looking with the other thing,

- though?
- Going down as we speak.

Sure he won't
wonder where you are?

Tasha: It's his big night,

and he won't even remember
I was invited in the first place.

Funny thing is we never
would have come to this moment

- if it wasn't for each other.
- I guess that's true.

I am humbled to be the
Eastern District of New York's

new Head of Criminal.

I know who you are, Ray Ray.

Man: So you ran outside
after you heard the gunshot?

Yes.

Did you see anyone
when you came out?

Besides your sister?

No.

Can you think of anybody that
would want to hurt her or your family?

No, everybody liked Raina.

She was a good person.

Have you been threatened by anybody
that seemed dangerous or suspicious,

before or after your
father's court case?

Ghost: No, Detective,
he hadn't been threatened.

Okay, look, we've been
through a lot this year as a family.

He's told you
everything he knows.

I understand this is
difficult, Mr. St. Patrick,

but it's critical if we're to find the
person who killed your daughter.

Please, can we just go home?

We're almost done. Almost.

We found one set of prints
that deviated from the others...

A man's 10112 boot.

Remember seeing
anyone in boots last night?

Tariq, anything
you know will help.

I told you I didn't
see anything!

Don't you think I would
have said something if I did?

- Don't you think I wanna catch him?
- Okay, okay.

You can go home.
We'll be in touch.

Ghost: Okay, let's go
home. Come on, son.

Okay.

I can't just leave her here.

The M.E. will release
the body after the autopsy.

We'll call you when she's ready.

In the meantime, you can
take her things home now.

Yo, so there ain't, like, some
secret handshake or some shit, right?

I just don't want to go
in there unprepared.

Hey, you're Tony Teresi's
kid. That's good enough for me.

Good enough for
anybody that matters.

Listen, I'm sorry about
being a dick before.

Fuck outta here. I
was being a dick first.

Tommy: Hold up.

'Sup, K, I didn't know
you was back in town.

Tell the old
motherfucker to go inside.

Don't concern him. This
shit is about you and me.

All right, all right.

- Go ahead, Sammy.
- We got a problem here, kid?

No, no, no, we good,
we good. Go inside.

Come on, I got this.

Believe me, it's all right.

Fuck you doing, K?

Ghost told me you split
after you killed Jukebox.

- The fuck you doing in town now?
- I had unfinished business.

I come back here
to find this shit.

Yo, what the fuck?

Kanan: This your idea of
a welcome home present?

Hell no! I just told you that I didn't
know you was in town till right now.

How I'm gonna send
them out to meet you?

But more importantly,

you saved Tariq's life,

according to both him and Ghost.

We ain't got no beef.

I mean, you see that
ink? That's Tainos.

These motherfuckers
are Cristobal's guys.

- Who the fuck is Cristobal?
- He took over for Anibal,

head of the Tainos.

One of my former primeras.

He and Dre,
they tight like this.

Dre.

He knew I was coming back.

I'm gonna take
care of this shit.

I'm gonna go out of town,
I'm gonna put a crew together,

I'm gonna come back,
I'm gonna fuck Dre up,

and that Cristobal bitch, too.

You let me go back inside,

I might be able to get
some local backup.

- Y'all still beef in'?
- Mm.

You might wanna get, like a
marriage counselor or something.

All right, fuck
you, motherfucker.

'Riq, wait.

Now look, I know I have told you

not to talk about our
family with anyone.

But if you saw
something last night

that you were scared to tell
the cops, you have to tell us.

You have to.

I already told you
everything I know, Mom.

He's lying.

You just can't see
it because he lies

exactly the way you do.

He's not lying, Tasha.

He didn't see anything
because it was a professional hit.

The Jimenez Cartel.

Tommy warned me that
they were coming after us,

- and I didn't listen to him.
- Wait a minute.

Why the fuck would
the Jimenez be after us?

Real estate project I
have with Simon Stern.

The land we were building
on was Toros territory.

So for the deal to go through,
I had to deal with the Jimenez.

So you dragged
us back into the life.

- No, Tasha...
- This is on you!

- What happened to going clean?
- I'm gonna take care of it.

There is no taking care of it!

You can't fix this!

Our daughter is gone, Ghost!

I know! Fuck!

I carried her.

I carried that girl
in my body, Ghost.

She was blood of my blood,

flesh of my flesh!

This isn't just
happening to you!

But I'm gonna be the
one to end it, though.

I won't rest until the man
that killed our daughter is dead.

Good.

You just better not get killed.

And don't get fucking caught.

We still got two kids upstairs
that we need to take care of.

Xayea'

Xayea'

Tameika and I have
hand-picked this team.

We want the dedication
and the professionalism

of Eastern District's Criminal
Division to be unparalleled.

Under my leadership,

we will become a paragon
of criminal interdiction.

The mistakes of the
past will stay in the past.

Now, last night a
house in Suffolk County

was raided after the
neighbors made a complaint.

Eighty-six keys of
cocaine were discovered,

along with enough weapons
to equip a small army.

We've been watching this
cell for months. This is my case.

And maybe I'll
assign it to you, John.

For now, everyone is briefed.

A dozen bodies were also
found plastered inside the walls.

According to the
FBI agents on site,

one particular weapon
stood out from the rest.

The inside mechanism of this gun

has been changed several times.

Somebody loved this gun,

enough to ensure that he or she

could continue to kill
with it and not be traced.

Cooper Saxe,
nice of you to join.

Sorry, Boss.

I was distracted by the news
about St. Patrick this morning.

James St. Patrick no
longer matters to this office.

Never should have
in the first place.

That case is closed as far
as we're concerned, Saxe.

Oh, it's not about his case.

His daughter was shot and
killed outside her school last night.

But I'm sorry, what were...
What were you saying?

Yes, the next order of business

is to trace the
manufacturer of this gun.

I thought we fucked
James St. Patrick over.

Destroy Injustice's
Man of the Year.

He's a totally
clean businessman.

He is, as far as I know.

The teenage daughters
of legit businessmen

don't get gunned
down in cold blood

outside a Sadie Hawkins dance.

We don't know what happened.

She could have been in the
wrong place at the wrong time.

Yeah, right. You
know, if it were me,

and my daughter was
murdered, I'd want revenge.

And I'm from
Connecticut, not Queens.

- I'm from Queens, Saxe.
- Exactly.

Now, Greg... You remember Greg?

He had a theory that James
St. Patrick was the real Ghost.

Major drug dealer, murderer.

Guys like that,
their kids get hurt.

He's gonna make a move, Angela.

And when he does, it's gonna be the
perfect opportunity to take him down.

Take him down for what?

After everything
that's happened,

this office is not looking to
prosecute James St. Patrick.

This office, Angela, or you?

This is evidence of
criminal involvement.

You ignore it,
it's your funeral.

Well, the little girl's really.

- Get out.
- Too soon?

Now!

Sweet office.

Ghost: Thank you.

Hey, Angie. What
are you doing here?

Jamie, I'm so sorry.

Is there anything I can do?

No. Nothing anyone can do.

Do you have any idea
who could have done this?

Was there anyone targeting you?

No.

Look, Angie, I gotta go make
funeral arrangements, all right?

- What's in the bag?
- It's just a suit.

Jamie, I want to help. Please.

Whoever did this, I
will put them in jail.

- If you know, please tell me.
- I just told you, I don't know.

If you do know

and you are taking
steps to get revenge,

if you get caught,

you will lose everything
you've ever worked for.

You will lose everything.

I already lost everything.

Thanks for coming by.

- Ghost.
- Tommy.

- You know where we're going?
- I know where to start.

Everything we've ever done,
man, every choice we ever made...

it was for those kids, brother.

I know, brother.

Let's go get 'em.

I want that shit
to be sparkling,

so I can fuck your mama on it.

Yo.

Yo, you know where
I can find Ray Ray?

What's up, little
man? What's good?

Yo, I need to find Ray Ray.
He owe me some money.

I ain't seen him in a minute,
man. I've been out in D.C.

Why he owe you money?
You been hitting licks?

Yeah, something like that.

Yo, if you hear from
him, let me know.

All right, bet.

Shit.

Finally.

Cuz, where you been?
I need my phone back.

- Not yet.
- Did I ask?

Give me my phone back.

Look, your boy
ain't show last night.

- You might need to text him again.
- Huh.

Really?

What, you catching feelings
for him or something?

No.

Look, he was there, all right?

Shit got fucked up.

I had to clip his sister.

What?

You said that he just owed you money.
What the fuck you shooting his sister for?

Don't matter.

What's important is that I just
read his statement right here,

and he didn't say shit
about me to the cops,

which means he's gonna
appeal to a higher authority.

His father.

He hates his father.

Yeah, 'cause his daddy's a
no-good motherfucker, yo.

And he'll be looking
for me in a minute.

So, look, cuz, I
gotta leave town.

What the fuck am I supposed
to do if you leave town?

- I know...

Go in the back, and
stay the fuck quiet.

Yo, what's good?

Angela: Detective Raymond Jones?

- Who's asking?
- AUSA Angela Valdes.

- Come in.
- Thank you.

I'm looking into
Tariq St. Patrick.

I was hoping you
might be able to help.

I spoke with his
principal, Mrs. Chambers.

She told me you
were at the school.

I was wondering why
you had questions for him.

Two students'
houses were robbed,

and Tariq was near or on
the premises both times.

The truth is, the
kid's on a bad path.

I went there to scare
some sense into him.

You know his sister
was killed last night, right?

Yeah, yeah, I heard about that.

That's very sad.

Fuck is this, man?

Tommy: You know
exactly why we here!

Get down!

- Shit, man.
- Don't move.

I didn't burn your
fucking product, asshole!

That's not why we're here.

Which one of your Jimenez
jefes killed my daughter?

Man, I don't know
what you talking about!

Who gave the fucking order! You
tell me, maybe I'll spare your life.

Who gave the order.

- Motherfucker.
- Ahh! Shit!

I had nothing to do
with your daughter.

I didn't even know
about her till right now!

- You're a fucking liar.
- Why the fuck should we believe you?

The Jimenez don't kill kids.

Alicia wouldn't approve of it,

and Diego don't do shit
without her say-so, man.

Get the fuck outta here.

Swear on your motherfucking
life you never made any move

against anyone in my
family, swear to me.

Swear to me.

I said swear to
me, motherfucker!

I killed Julio.

Dre set me up to do it.

Dre?

What the fuck? Dre
set you up to do what?

Why? You better fucking...

Ghost, what the fuck?
He was talking Dre.

I don't give a fuck about Dre. I
don't give a fuck about any of that.

If the Jimenez
didn't kill Raina...

- He coulda been lying!
- The truth was the only way

to save his life. He
gave that up, didn't he?

Fucking no, man, the
Jimenez didn't do this.

So we're back to
square fucking one.

I gotta go plan my
daughter's funeral.

We're gonna find out
who killed Raina, Ghost.

I promise you that.

Everything happens for a reason.

- Sometimes we just can't see...
- Sorry to interrupt.

Oh, um, exc... excuse me.

Let's go in here.

I cannot believe
this is happening.

I know, I know.
It's unimaginable.

I don't understand how
you're even walking upright.

Tasha, I'm going to help you
get justice for Raina, okay?

I have investigators.
I have contacts.

I will not rest until
her killer is found.

Do you...

do you have any
idea what happened?

No.

I don't.

You can trust me,
Tasha. You know that.

Whatever it is, I can help.

Look, Terry, please, I
can't talk about it, so...

Yes, you can. Yes, you can.

Look... I love you.

Tasha... I'm sorry.

I know... I know this
isn't the right time.

It's certainly not the right
place, but it is the truth,

and I can't watch this
happen to you without...

Without being a
part of making it right.

Wait.

Wh... where's James?

He's out... making arrangements.

Tasha, listen to me.

Your family is under intense
scrutiny right now, okay?

So if something criminal is
happening that you can stop,

then you need to
stop it right now.

- Let me go.
- Tasha...

You don't understand.
You're not a parent.

Then help me to understand.

Thanks for stopping by, Terry. I
thi... I think you should leave now.

- Tasha...
- Bye, Terry.

And I want my fucking money for
babysitting that little punk bitch, Tariq.

You ain't given me or
Juke our money in a minute.

What's up, man?

Look, I don't got time
to play games with you.

All right, I don't owe you shit.

You ain't gonna shoot
me in broad daylight,

so get the fuck out my face.

You think you're
so slick, young'n.

See, you forgot I'm an
undercover cop, motherfucker.

Yeah, this whole time
I've been wearing a wire.

I got tapes on tapes
of you and Kanan

running your fucking mouth
about drugs, kidnappings,

pulling licks, all that shit.

You want me to keep my mouth
shut, you pay me, motherfucker.

I don't got shit on me.

But I got a spot I can meet you
at with the money I owe you, man.

No, fuck that. I say where.

- Okay.
- I'll text you an address.

You be there at 6:00.

Don't fuck up, nigga.

I'm sorry for your loss, son.

She's in a better place, right?

Yeah, I guess.

Oh, baby, come here.

How are you holding up?

I don't know what I would
do if I lost a sibling, but a twin?

I just can't imagine what
you're going through.

Where's Raina?

When's she coming back home?

I don't know, Yas.

So how much we gonna pull down?

There's no way to
know, but this nigga Dre

is strutting like he's
rich as a motherfucker.

Ghost put him in
position to get that money.

He got that money,
and we gonna take that.

That's a fact.

And his position in
the drug organization.

We gonna be making
money hand over fist.

This is our op right
here. Andre Coleman.

- You ever Google this nigga?
- Google, what the fuck for?

- For this.
- You see him?

That right there, that's Ghost.

He outta the game
now, but back in the day

he was a murdering son of a
bitch, and that right there, that's Dre.

That's our ops right there.

- Mm.
- If he's smart,

he moved his bitch and his little girl,
'cause I know where that spot is at.

You think this guy, James
St. Patrick, still work with Dre?

Wouldn't make sense now,

but nigga Ghost do be
doing some strange shit. Why?

Says here his kid
got shot. Killed.

- Tariq?
- A daughter.

Raina.

Oh, and she was
a smart girl, Father.

You don't even know.

Beautiful.

I was there her whole life.

You know, a godfather is
supposed to be there to protect you.

A lot of fucking
good I was for her.

Callahan: Tommy, you
can't blame yourself.

It's God's will.

Fuck God's will.

If I wasn't high
on the fucking shit,

this never would have happened.

Well, I can't absolve you
from snorting your own product.

When I catch one of my
kids with a frosty nose,

I have him clean out the toilets
after the homeless come through.

I am sorry about the girl.

Yeah.

I'm glad you came to see me.

How's shit going with Dre?

Uh, we got a meeting
tonight with the new connect.

That fast? This motherfucker.

- Tommy.
- Sorry.

This guy who fucks mothers.

Dre.

He's been setting
me up all along.

You know, he even set up
Julio to get killed by the Toros.

Is that true?

Oh, yeah.

Jesus Christ.

He's been fucking me left and
right this whole fucking time.

If I catch him alone,

I'm gonna break that
sixth commandment again.

Tommy, I can't give you
absolution in advance.

- Why not?

Doesn't work that way.
I don't really know why.

I've never really been able
to get an explanation on it.

Father, I gotta take this.

Yo, K, what's up?

Yeah?

Yeah, well, you want to roll
on Dre, I'm down for whatever.

Oh, we're gonna do that with a
quickness as soon as I get back up there,

but that ain't why I'm calling.

I think I know who
killed Ghost's little girl.

Fuck you talking about?

When I was up there
getting to know Tariq,

we was hitting licks with
this cat named Ray Ray.

Raymond Jones. He a dirty
cop. One of Jukebox's friends.

- Why would he shoot Raina?
- I don't know.

But Tariq called me,
asking how can he find him.

Now the little nigga
ain't answering his phone.

Either he went
looking for Ray Ray,

or Ray Ray came looking for him.

I need to find Ray Ray.

Where he stay at?

We don't allow those
devices in here, son.

Apologies. And "James" is fine.

I'm very sorry about
your loss, James.

We're all devastated by what
your family is going through.

We're here to help you.

I'm here to accept
whatever help you can offer.

I thought we'd perform
the service here.

Councilman Tate told me
you don't have a church home.

That's true.

We'd like to become
your spiritual refuge.

Your sanctuary.

A place you can feel
safe to bow your head.

For a small honorarium, your daughter
can have the homegoing she deserves.

A police escort for the casket.

A congregation in song,

a crowd on the steps of
our great, historic fagade.

Um, again, Reverend,
I'm humbled by your offer,

but I think that'|| draw
a lot of publicity, no?

I think that's the last thing my
family and I need at this time.

I mean, we've been
in the news enough.

We can help shape
that publicity, son.

It's coming whether
you like it or not.

Consider it.

I'm sure you'll see that God is
bringing us together for a reason.

- I think the word is charlatan?
- He's an opportunist, certainly,

but he believes in
what he's saying.

Yeah, just like I believed in
what you were saying, Rashad,

when you said you wanted
to give back to the community.

Now you get us kicking back to
some two-bit hood from Queens.

You got me up in here
turning my daughter's funeral

into a press conference.

James, Raina is gone.

- As hard as it is to face...
- No, no, no, no.

You have no idea
how hard this is to face.

I don't, but it's reality.

And this is an opportunity
in a wake of tragedy.

You want to help your community,
be the symbol we need you to be,

you gotta use that agony
to make change, brother.

Look, Rashad, with all due
respect, I know we're in a church,

but I don't give a
fuck about that today.

You will tomorrow and
all the tomorrows after that.

The daughters of innocent men
sleep safely in their beds, James.

Now, I don't know what
happened to Raina or why.

But if it had something to do with
your past, it needs to stay there.

- What you trying to say?
- I'm not trying to say anything.

Look, here's what's
gonna happen.

You're gonna let Macedon
do Raina's service.

I'm gonna stand up there
with you as your brother.

And you're gonna let the
police handle everything else.

You understand?

- Are we clear?
- Real clear.

Unfortunately, we
do have to tell Chanté

that she's no longer
on the group song.

- Hey, good to see you.
- Hey, hey.

- How are you?
- Yeah.

- Where the fuck is Ray Ray?!

You fucking hear me, you insect?

- Talk!
- I don't know! I don't know!

I don't know.

Look, he left town.

Please don't shoot me.
Please don't shoot me.

Please, please.

Motherfucker!

- Did he say where?!
- No.

IS 'Riq okay?

You know Tariq?

Yeah, I heard about his sister.

I just wanted to make
sure he was okay.

I didn't want him to think
that I had anything to do with it.

'Cause I didn't. You
have to let him know.

Why Would he think that?

Because Ray Ray
took my phone last night,

and he used it to...

To what? Used it to what?

I don't... I don't...
Never mind, never mind.

Hey, what's your name?

Destiny.

Destiny.

Have a seat, Destiny. Come on.

Please.

You know, Tariq mentioned you.

He was really upset last
night, that you lied to him.

He thought that
you set him up to die.

No, I didn't lie to
him. I didn't know.

I didn't know what
Ray was gonna do.

It's okay, Destiny, 'cause
you can make this right now.

You understand?

You are gonna make this right.

I just need your help.

You asking me to
snitch on my cousin.

I ain't asking
you to do nothing.

Any innocent little girl
just like you died yesterday.

I don't wanna hurt you.

But you need to tell
me where Ray Ray is at.

He's going to D.C.

That's good. That's real good.

What else?

He's making a stop in the city

at his spot in the Heights.

You got an address?

Tommy?

Yo, T, we found
out who killed Raina.

What? What are
you talking about?

- I thought it was the Jimenez.
- No, it was some dirty fucking cop.

I'm about to meet up with
Ghost to get our hands on him.

Don't let no cops into
the apartment, all right?

What... I don't get it. Why
would a cop want to hurt Raina?

It wasn't Raina they
was after. It was Tariq.

And the guy's still out
there looking for him.

Okay, I'm coming to meet you.

- LaKeisha can watch after the kids.
- No, we got this.

You stay there. Hold down
Tariq. Find out what else he knows.

And, Tasha, figure
out some alibis.

We're gonna need 'em.

Fucking gut him, Tommy.

Oh, 'Keisha, have
you seen Tariq?

No. Why, what's wrong?

- What's wrong?

Baby... where's your brother?

- He left.
- He left? Where?

Tasha: Tariq?

Have you guys seen Tariq?

Nah, he said he was
going somewhere.

Well, did he say where?

No, he just took his bag and
left. I think he went in the office.

Andre: Karen and I both want this
to be the best club in New York City,

so let's get, uh,
let's get that handled.

- Uh-huh.
- All right, thank you.

Hey, man.

Sorry, I heard about
your sister, man.

I'm glad you hit me
up. How you doing?

'Riq, what the
fuck is this, man?

- I need to find Ray Ray.
- So what you want with me?

Well, you introduced
me to Kanan,

and you knew where I was
when Ray Ray sent that text.

So I'm guessing
you know everything.

So where the fuck is Ray Ray?

Riq, you on that lean again?

Mm-hmm.

And I might be high enough to
shoot you right here in broad daylight.

Hey. 'Riq, you'd be
shooting me for nothing.

Look, I swear I'd help you if I could,
but I don't know where he is, 'Riq.

That's bullshit.
You're lying to me.

Everybody's always
fucking lying to me.

Ray Ray was looking for me
when he shot my sister, man.

All right, little bro, look,

I feel you, but Ray Ray
is a bad motherfucker.

Let me handle this.

- Put the gun down...
- No, I'm taking care of it.

Listen, Dre, I
covered for you before.

But if you don't tell
me where Ray Ray is,

I will snitch on you to my
pops and my Uncle Tommy.

I'll tell 'em that you
knew everything.

I'll tell them that you knew that
Kanan was alive this whole time,

and that you knew who killed
my sister and you still ain't say shit.

I did that for you, man.

I kept shit quiet for you, man.

Yeah, I'll tell them everything
I know about you at any time.

So either you speak or I will.

So where the fuck is Ray Ray?

- Hey, hey...
- Where is he?

Fine.

Nigga's gonna be in
Washington Heights at 6:00 p.m.

735 Fort Washington Ave.

Apartment 5C.

All right.

- Tasha.
- I need your help.

I asked Jamie... James...
If he wanted me to help.

- He said no.
- Tariq is missing.

Can you please track
his cell phone, please?

Oh, my God, yes.
Yes, I can do that.

- Can you get me Agent Donovan?
- No police.

Ghost... James said you
cloned his phone once.

Actually, never
mind. I'll call him later.

Carl, I need you to
find a cell phone for me.

Yes, I'll pay cash.

I don't care. Okay.

What's Tariq's cell number?

It's a 347 local. I'll
text it to you right now.

He's fast.

Okay. Thank you.

Did Tariq run away
because he shot Raina?

Is that why Jamie told me
that he didn't need my help?

What? What the...
Tariq did not kill Raina.

Are you out of your
goddamn mind?

He would never hurt his sister.

Tasha, then why are you here?

Why couldn't I
involve the police?

You don't trust me.

But you knew I would help.

Tell me what's happening.

I just... I just
need to find Tariq.

Listen to me, Tasha.

I went to Tariq's school.

A police officer named Raymond
Jones had been there looking for Tariq.

I went to see him.

He's the one that suggested
that Tariq killed Raina.

I just looked in Rama's file,

and the same Detective Jones

has been looking at
Tariq's witness statements.

Did Raymond Jones kills Raina?

|... I don't know.

Tasha, where is James right now?

Okay, Tariq is in
Washington Heights.

I can't get you an address
because it's all done with cell towers,

but this is what's close.

Okay.

If James gets caught
killing Detective Jones,

he will get the death
penalty this time, Tasha.

I promise you.

Thank you, Angela.

Woman: Um, who is it?

Tariq!

Fuck!

Tariq!

Don't fucking turn around.

You killed my sister.

Who the fuck told
you I was here? Dre?

I ain't dumb.

I know you're a cop,
and I got the drop on you.

Goddamn right I'm a cop, and
you came up in here with no backup.

- Hmm?
- I ain't alone.

That's bullshit.

Ain't no way your pops or your Uncle
Tommy gonna let you come up here first.

If they were here,
I'd already be dead.

You deserve to
die for what you did.

Then pull the
trigger, motherfucker.

Be a man.

Go ahead, do it.

Do it.

Yeah, that's what I fucking
thought. You a little bitch.

Just like I thought you
were when I first met you.

Your sister, she the real G.

At least she stepped up.

Son, are you okay?

You okay? You okay?

Tariq? Are you okay?

He killed Raina,
Uncle T. I had to fix it.

- He's okay.
- I had to, I had to.

Hey, it's all right.

Oh, my gosh.

- Are you all right?
- He's fine.

- Oh, my God.
- Thank God, he's fine.

Baby, give me my gun. Come on.

Give me my gun.

- Tommy.
- Yeah.

Oh, shit.

We gotta get out
of here. Come on.

Take off your backpack.
Turn your jacket inside out.

Come on, let's go!

I saw this motherfucker
talking to Dre today.

Do you know this piece of shit?

No.

Son, how'd you know
where to find him?

Dre told me.

Come on, let's go.

The witness picked out a
photograph of Tommy Egan

as the man who kidnapped her.

We already have
a tracker on his car.

- We could just turn it on.
- Maybe.

Even better, she
said she could voice ID

James St. Patrick as
the man who told her

to say good-bye
to her boyfriend.

- Now, she never saw the boyfriend again.
- I told you we were staying away

from St. Patrick.

I guess our alert to be called if his
name came up is still in the NYPD system.

She heard St. Patrick on TV of all
things and she felt she should come in.

I'm not convinced there's
enough to pursue here.

- Did you talk to Angela?
- She's been gone for hours.

Just listen to what the
woman has to say, huh?

Where is she?

Maria Suarez, this is U.S.
Attorney Tameika Robinson.

Would you please
tell her your story?

Exactly what you told me.

This winter is fucking endless.

You made me meet you out
here to talk about the weather?

Look, man, the meeting's not till
later. What do you want to talk about?

I want out.

I don't like the way you work.

Hold on.

Where is this coming from, Padre?
Me and you never had problems before.

That was before I found
out you set up Julio to die.

I don't want any part of that.

You do that, you'll do anything.

I gotta keep my kids safe.

And, um...

who told you I did
anything to Julio?

Tommy.

Okay.

And you believe him?

I mean, you know he's a...

he's a fucking crackhead, right?

He wouldn't lie to me.

Look, Dre...

you let me walk
away without a fight...

I'll never tell those
guys about Julio.

You ain't saying
shit to anyone ever.

I just told you, I
won't be a problem.

No, no, you just told me
that you belong to Tommy.

And that shit ain't
gonna fly with me, man.

- Dre...

Rest in peace, motherfucker.

- Where we going?
- Trust me.

I'm not sorry.

I'm not sorry either.

Take off your shirt.

I had to fix it, Mom.

Listen to me, Tariq.

Listen.

When we go upstairs,

you're gonna get
off that elevator

and go straight to my bathroom.

Don't talk to anyone.

Tasha: And then you're gonna
take off the rest of your clothes,

put 'em in a trash bag.

Don't touch anything.

You hear me?

And you're gonna wash your hands
better than you've ever washed 'em before.

Go under Daddy's sink and
make sure you scrub your nails

with a toothbrush and
hydrogen peroxide.

Then you're gonna
get in the shower

and don't come out
until you scrub your hair

and wash every inch
of your body, twice.

Don't stop until you wash every
bit of this day down the drain.

Ghost: Tommy... One more stop.

- Yo.
- I just said we gotta go.

It's for you.

Hello.

Yo, how long y'all think before
we get this product, man?

- I don't know.
- Shit better be fast.

I just bounced a check on
Grandma's gall bladder surgery.

Man, you spent all your
money on Afro Sheen.

Oh! And you spent
all yours on toothpaste.

The fuck outta here.

Motherfuckers can see your
teeth from outer space and shit.

Yo, man, you guys
seen Father Callahan?

- No.
- No.

Sorry for the delay, everyone.

I'd like to meet our connect,
Alicia and Diego Jimenez.

We're very happy to
begin this new partnership.

Normally we do not
meet our primeras,

but we have an issue
we'd like to address.

The death of Uriel, the
head of the Toros Locos.

- Ohh.
- That wasn't us.

- Hell no.
- The power vacuum at the top of the Toros

is already causing trouble.

Uriel had a very firm hand.

Our agreement was based
on access to this hotel

and others like
it, yes, but first,

on a smooth transfer, no war.

Alicia, look, you have my word,

no one in this room
made the call to kill Uriel.

Poncho: Yo, yo, yo,
Callahan is not here.

He might have done it.
That's right, he didn't show.

Callahan dropped out
for different reasons.

Look, we're ready to proceed.

I could vouch for
each one of these men.

No one will make a
move without my say-so.

So we are agreed.

- Diego?
- We're agreed.

No word from Jones at all?

I'm sorry, Miss Valdes.

I spoke to Detective
Jones personally.

When he didn't report, I sent
one of my unis to look for him.

Apparently the shots-fired
call came from this location

not long after you and I spoke.

We found his car parked outside.

What is this place?

A flop we put together
as part of his cover.

The techs haven't
run the DNA yet,

but that blood type
matches Jones'.

Angela: There was rug here.

The doer must have
used it to get rid of a body.

Detective Jones
was very careful.

We have no idea who
could have tracked him here.

You see that?

There's a bullet in there.

If you run the ballistics,
I bet you'll get a match.

Hey. I'm so glad
that you called.

Mm.

Are you okay?

I need to tell you
what happened today.

All right.

But I need to know

that you will never tell anyone.

Tasha...
you can trust me.

Um... if someone...

lost a member of their family,

the person closest
to them in the world,

and-and they
knew who killed her,

and they went to
confront that person,

just to talk,

but in the heat of the
moment their gun...

If they killed the
person who killed her...

- Tasha...
- If they did,

what would you tell them, Terry?

Tell James to get a lawyer.

It's not James.

It's me.

Wait.

What?

I need a lawyer, Terry.

I need a lawyer.

I can either be your lover...

or your lawyer, Tasha, but...

But not both.

Will you take my case?

- Okay.

Tommy: Fuck!

He's with the fucking
Jimenez, man.

We can't just roll up and
shoot the motherfucker.

It's gonna take more
planning, more soldiers.

I got some guys with me.

Yeah, but that ain't
gonna be enough, K.

I may have some people.

Anybody feel like Italian?