All language subtitles for Power.2014.S05E06

Previously on Power...

You know any Tainos?

Pick one.

- What does Teresi know?
- He don't know nothing.

Well, please keep it that way.

Tommy's laundering
his money in James' club.

Fuck yes. Yes.

A house in Suffolk
County was raided

after the neighbors
made a complaint.

One particular weapon
stood out from the rest.

Are you the one who stole my gold
gun and planted it in Long Island?

You want
the Jimenez, right?

Give me that tracker
you took off my car.

You never told Karen you
signed a non-compete clause

when you were at Truth?

Your dismissal is
effective immediately.

I will never let you
have joint custody.

I'm sorry, aren't you the one who's
about to get disbarred on ethics?

Tariq shot him, with my gun.

- Where's your gun right now?
- It's gone.

We're gonna need you to
surrender your registered firearm.

That gun was stolen.

You're lying to the police.

I watched you put
that gun in the safe.

You're losing it and
you need to take a break.

- Come here.

Jason.

- I want the truth.
- Oh, it don't matter.

It matters to me!

- Come here.
- Stop it.

- Tasha, get off me.
- No, you need to go.

What are the choices that
led you to this moment?

Milan.

Know your home, family.

- Angela.
- We can't be together, Angie.

It's the right decision.

What would you do differently?

a' They say this
is a big, rich town a'

A' I never took
a straight path nowhere a'

a' They say this
is a big, rich town a'

I thought with Raina being gone,

it would kill me.

I thought there's no
getting lower than that.

But the pain, it just
keeps getting worse.

Things just keep getting
taken away from me.

Everything went wrong
went I went inside.

Jamie...

And I don't expect
an apology from you, Angie.

I mean, you didn't
know the truth

because I chose to
not tell you the truth.

You know me, I thought I
had everything under control.

I thought I was making
all the right decisions.

What do you want me to say?

Tonight I was
asked about my first mistakes,

my lies.

I told the biggest ones to you.

At the end...

I didn't leave you because
I didn't love you anymore.

I didn't leave you because of
Tasha or because of my kids.

A man threatened my life,

so I left you to save yours.

Why didn't you tell me this?

It worked.
He left you alone.

He never came near you.

I think that's the last lie.

I gotta go to bed, Jamie.

Listen, you can stay.

I'll make up the couch.

a' So why can we
never say the things we mean a'.

There's a toothbrush
underneath the sink.

x Night x N'.

Good morning.

Good morning.

How'd you sleep?

Didn't.

Look, Angie, I didn't get to...

There's something
I need to say first.

You're not the only one that
hasn't been completely honest.

At least not recently.

Ignore it.

I can't.

Angela, we need to talk.

Tasha, I just need
to explain something.

What're you doing here?

What is he doing here?

- You kicked me out.
- You kicked him out?

- That's what happened?
- Tasha, why are you here?

Detective Leary
came to the penthouse

looking for my gun last night.

He said that
they're getting close

to finding Rama's killer.

Now, I told him it was stolen.

But does that mean that
they connected us to Ray Ray?

- Tasha, Tasha, Tasha, we can...
- She knows, Ghost.

She knows? How much?

Everything.

I know Tariq killed
Raymond Jones.

Why would you tell Angela this?

Because I needed
to save our family.

Angela's the one who told me
where to find Tariq that night.

I was gonna turn you all in.

I thought you did it
and set me up to help.

So Tasha told me
and convinced me

that we're all better
off if no one ever knows

that Tariq was involved.

I'm on your side, Jamie.

We're gonna make sure
Tariq stays out of jail.

Tasha, why wouldn't
you tell me this?

Because I didn't trust you.

I didn't trust that you
wouldn't make things worse.

And I knew you wouldn't
trust us to handle it.

Look, I know you
don't understand, but I...

No, actually, I do understand.

What I don't understand
is you two working together.

We have it under control.

You sure?

What about Tasha's gun?

The ballistics reports are gone.

There's no way for them to
trace the bullet back to you

without the gun.

They're gonna bring you
in for questioning on that.

I'll have to prep you.

So we need to call Proctor.

No, he's not a lawyer.

And she can't take
him. It'll look suspicious.

We're gonna be a while.

Everyone, this is
Sergeant Blanca Rodriguez

from NYPD Internal Affairs.

- Thank you.
- Hmm.

I'm heading up the
murder investigation

of an NYPD undercover
detective, Raymond Jones.

We don't have a
body, but we recovered a bullet

that we'd like to match
to match to a .380

registered to Mrs. St. Patrick.

Please offer your
assistance where requested,

while also
maintaining discretion.

This office confiscated

and tested Mrs. St.
Patrick's weapon,

but the ballistics report
mysteriously went missing,

possibly at the hand of
someone in your office.

Diego thinks I planted
some gun in Long Island?

That shit wasn't me.

I didn't even know
about the spot.

Relax, Dre.

My brother can be a bit
careless about his belongings.

But I know you
didn't set him up.

All right, good.

But we have a bigger problem.

Diego thinks Tommy and Ghost
told the FBI where to find us.

Now, why would he think that?

Uh, I don't know.

I said no war.

And if Diego goes after Tommy,
who's backed by the Serbians,

what do you think will happen?

I know how you think.

You play both sides
against the middle.

Find someone else to blame.

What would you do?
Hypothetical scenario.

Someone commits a murder,
Joe, with your registered gun,

cops call you in
for questioning.

Jesus Christ.

Proctor, I just said
"hypothetical," man.

Yeah.

Hypothetical. Hypothetical.

The best defense
is an airtight alibi, but

"some other dude did it"
works in this case as well.

Even if it's a frame job.

But I would highly suggest
that you stay away from it.

You got no worries on that.

I told somebody else
they could handle it.

Oh, yeah, fucking who? Tommy?

Tasha and Angela.

Well, how the fuck
does that even happen?

- After the situation...
- You know, you know what?

I don't even wanna
know, okay? Better I don't.

Yeah, maybe it's an
advantage, them shutting you out.

If you can keep
your hands clean.

Think about yourself.

You know how to do that.

Hey, it's
Tariq. Send me a text.

Hey, son, it's your father.

Listen, man, I'm sorry that
you had to see me that way

last night.

Particularly with it
being your birthday.

And those things I said...

Well, we've all done things
we're not very proud of,

so I just wanna say that

I swear my intentions
were good, and, uh...

| hope you can forgive me.

What's up, dude?
Practice sucked.

Coach had
you all running suicides?

- Yeah, he's a dick.

HeH, yeah. Dude,
I love this shit.

My sister uses this.
Can I have some?

Nah.

Come on, man,
I'll pay you for it.

How much you want?
Like, $20 a pill, yeah?

Not for sale, bro.

All right, that's fucked up.

Mm, oh, my God.

You know what?

These taste exactly the way
they did before I went inside.

Yeah, why mess with greatness?

How do they do that?

It's a very nice alley.

But what're we doing here?

I just need you as a lookout.

Your baby blues
still work, don't they, old man?

Yeah, my eyes do. Fuck you.

Fuck your mother.

I did fuck your mother.

- You're disgusting.

- What, no...
- Are you out of your mind?

Come on, she was
beautiful.

Hey, look.

If anybody pulls up,
anybody comes out,

you see anything suspicious,

just give me a call and
I'm out of there, all right?

All right.

Whose... Whose
car is that, anyway?

This motherfucker Dre.

Hmm?

Don't worry about it.

Get that phone on and ready.

| 90'! You.

They're probably gonna
call you in today or tomorrow.

He's not gonna
stay out of it, is he?

It's not Jamie. It's work.

I'm not sleeping
with him, Tasha.

I know you have no reason
to believe me, but it's true.

Like I said before, I don't
care about that anymore.

I'm being honest.

I'm being honest too.

I don't care.

Now, are you gonna tell
me what to say or what?

So you're ready to take a
punch if he sees me in here?

No
need to sweat that.

When I said I needed to see him,

he asked me to bring you.

How did you and
James actually meet?

Oh, I was working
with an associate of his.

That job was no
longer desirable and

I sought employment with James.

Andre, James told
me you sell drugs.

And what kind of
business was he in

that you wanted to work for him?

Nightclubs.

Which he shut me out of, thanks
to this bullshit non-compete.

But look, Rashad,

if he asked you to bring me here

just to throw this
shit in my face,

I'm not staying to watch him
wild out again, you understand?

I have every intention
on speaking to James

about his rage issue and
the scene he caused last night.

- Shit was unacceptable.
- Yeah.

Gentlemen. Hmm.

Rashad.

What seems
to be the emergency?

It seems the Queens
Child Project and its donors

are being audited by the IRS.

What? Why?

Random audits like these happen
a lot with minority businesses.

It's pretty standard.

There's nothing to
be worried about,

if there's nothing
to be worried about.

Thanks for letting us know.

Cooperate with them

and don't make any
changes in the meantime.

Now, if you'll
excuse me, James,

I'm about to get an
onslaught of angry calls

from New York's elite,

and their less-than-happy
accountants.

I'll be in touch.

Andre, can we rap for a second?

I'm not gonna shoot you, man.

Listen, I'd like for you and I
to work together going forward.

Just hear me out.

To make sure that the
Queens Child Project

is carried out to
its fullest extent.

For Raina.

Look, Ghost, I had
nothing to do with that.

And I didn't ask Tate to
bring me into any of this.

So, I'm good. Thank you.

Look, this ain't
about Tate, Dre.

This is about us, okay?

- I wanna call a truce.
- A truce?

I think we can accomplish
more working together

than working against each other.

Nah, no offense, man, but

it's not the smartest
thing for me to trust you.

What do you say I make
a gesture of good faith?

Say, call the Bassetts,
get your job back.

But what about the non-compete?

Those things are negotiable.

You let me worry about it.

See you tomorrow.
Have a good one.

Lindsay Proctor?

Who the fuck are you?

My name is John Mak.

And I know you're
trying to regain custody

of your daughter.

And I also know
you're a cokehead.

Recovering cokehead.

Now, you've been in and out
of rehab for the past eight years.

There's no fucking way
you're gonna get her back.

Not unless I help you.

'Cause I'm a federal prosecutor.

What did Joey do now?

He had a censure
hearing recently.

And under oath, he said
that he no longer associates

with the criminal
side of his family.

I'm wondering if you have
any knowledge otherwise.

Or...

you can keep protecting
your ex-husband

who's never done shit for you,

go to family court and never
see your daughter again.

And I could walk away right now.

Hey. Hey, uh...
Don't tell me. Stacey.

Can you do me a huge favor?

A bunch of Tainos
got hit up last night.

- Damn.
- Word.

What the fuck happened?

Who gives a fuck?

The fuck you mean
"who gives a fuck"?

First of all, it's
our organization.

So whatever happens to any
of us happens to all of us, man.

I don't see it like
that, but a'ight.

They need some extra niggas
to move weight or some shit?

Where were you
last night, 2-Bit?

Look, if I wanted to
shoot fucking Tainos,

I would've shot your boy.

Cris ain't my fucking boy, man.

I told you to stop saying
that shit to me about that...

Boy, not your boy. Okay.

Would you all kiss
and make up already?

Damn.

Y'all know I hate it
when y'all be fighting.

Come on, now. The love.

- You love...
- Yo, Cris.

Dre was just saying you...
I mean, we got a problem.

I'd say we got more than one.

My guys
are dropping in the streets

and our connect just got popped.

So, the Jimenez got
locked up the other night.

- Shit.
- Yeah.

And, uh, they out now, so...

The fuck? Already?

Yeah, I found out when
Diego pulled up on me

and accused me of
setting him up, man.

Did you know anything
about that, Cris?

Nah, man.

Well, you never know
who you could trust.

Power makes people
do some crazy shit.

Yeah, well, Diego ain't people.

Your boy's crazy as fuck.
And I'm about done with him.

Hear me?

Look, man,

he ain't my fucking
boy just because

we speak the same language.

Maldito paraguayo.

See? That shit right there, man.

Come on, man, you wanted
to run the streets so bad

you should've learned
fucking Spanish.

I'll talk to
you when you calm down.

Get the
fuck out of my face.

That motherfucker's
trying to set me up.

He's trying to set me up.

He sent the Feds to the Jimenez

and told them it was me, man.

He's trying to take
over my whole shit.

Cristobal? Nah,
that nigga's a bitch.

Then tell me what
the fuck he just said!

2, what the fuck did he say?

You need, like, a
translation app on your phone

or something, bruh.

This ain't the time, Spank.

What about son from
the Toros you fuck with?

The one that killed Lorenzo.

Let's go talk to Arturo.

Be nice.

So how's business going?

I'm fucked is how it's going.

I got a connect
breathing down my neck.

I got more product
than I can move.

- Yeah?

I just lost my goddamn network.

Hey, maybe you and me should
get together and do something,

what do you think?

- Yeah, like what?
- I don't know.

I'll think of
something.

What's up, Ghost?
Come on in, brother.

Hey, Tommy. I
need to holler at you.

I gotta talk to you
about a few... What?

- Hey, Ghost.
- Teresi.

What's going on?

I'm gonna step outside.

No, no, no, this is all good.

Anything he has to say to
me he can say in front of you.

What's up?

We made an arrangement.

I was supposed to
clean your money.

But listen, brother, I... | can't
clean your money anymore.

I gotta stop. I'm
fucking being audited.

And?

Your books are clean as bleach.

He's right, Tommy.

You can't take chances if
people are sniffing around.

I don't need backup,
Teresi. I'm cool.

All right.

Listen, I'm gonna give you
guys some privacy, all right?

- No, no, no.
- No, no, no. No, no, no, no.

|... I should be with
Connie anyway.

Catch you later.

Later.

I'm totally fucked now, Ghost.

You know I ain't got no network.

And now I ain't got
nowhere to clean my money.

I know that too.

Jason's gonna
fucking eat me alive.

I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

Ghost, you're always sorry
when you change your mind.

There he is.

Hey, Dre, heh-hey.

I was gonna come find you if
I didn't hear from you sooner.

Yo, uh, what're we gonna do now
that the Jimenez are locked up?

Hey, man, don't worry
about that, all right?

They out. Got
another job for you.

You're gonna be his translator.

Tell him everything these
Spanish niggas be ea yin'.

Yo, I don't know
if I should do that.

Whoa, whoa, you don't know what?

If Lorenzo should be
standing here instead of you?

I'm not asking
you, motherfucker.

Someone's setting me up.

I got Diego all over my
back talking about a gold gun

he thinks I planted
in Long Island, man.

If you got something to say,
say that shit, motherfucker.

Uh...

If you got something to say,
motherfucker, say that shit.

All right, look.

When Uriel was alive,
he said that Diego

would never come by the house.

But Alicia always stopped
by herself a few times.

She called it a
"surprise visit."

She would
come in disguise

dresses like a fucking maid.

He said she was
hot and loquisima.

Crazy.

So Alicia was there?

Alicia could've
planted that shit.

Facts.

You're on the job now, amigo.

- You hear me?
- I hear you.

Be at the meet with
Diego in an hour.

How did he know about the
Jimenez getting locked up?

You just told us.
So who told him?

Guess I found someone to blame.

What the fuck are you
doing with this audit?

Are you trying to get me killed?

They trace this back to
me, I'm dead in one second.

Yeah, so we don't really
care as long as we get our guy.

His books are
clean as a whistle.

And the line from me to
you, Mao, is pretty short.

Now, who do you think
is next if I get called, huh?

You're not having
second thoughts, are you, Teresi?

It seems like every time
we start to make a real move

you got a reason to pull back.

I ain't never gonna
earn their trust

if you keep pouncing
on every little thing.

Cool your fucking jets

until I get you the big one.

Deal.

Just remember, it's too late
for you to change your mind.

Hello?

Tommy, it's Angela.

I didn't fucking tell
you you could call me.

Nothing's happening.

What's
your little box say?

It says that he's here.

I don't see the car.

It's inside.

Wait a second.

I see a van pulling up.

It says "Wholesale Flowers."

I'm gonna hang up now.

Don't fucking call me again.

Who's this?

Ah, Diego Jimenez.

Bull's eye.

- Hey.
- The cops called.

I go in tomorrow.

And look, I know what
you're gonna say, Ghost,

but I had to protect our family,

and Angela was my only...

No, I understand
why you did what you did.

I mean, I gave you every
reason to not trust me.

We made an agreement
when we got married

and I've not
upheld my side of it.

I promised to
handle certain things.

I promised to love
and protect you...

Wait a minute, Ghost. I can't...

Oh, no, come on.

I promised to
protect this family.

And somehow I became

the thing that you
had to protect it from.

I'm sorry.

Where is this coming from?

Last night when I left here,
I went to see Macedon.

I told him I wanted
to be a better man.

It's been easy, Tasha, in
my grief and in my anger

to blame everyone
else for what happened.

But the truth is,

I can't help but feel like it
was my finger on that trigger

that killed our baby girl.
- No.

Don't do that.

See?

- See what?
- It's typical Ghost.

It's always about you.

You're not saying
any of this because you mean it.

You're saying it just to
make yourself feel better.

Look, Tasha, I know
it's gonna take time,

and I understand
it's gonna take time

for you to forgive me.
- Forgive?

Yeah, that's gonna
take... some time.

I can't... I just... I
just can't right now.

Wait, Tasha, Tasha.

How'd you know that you
could trust Angela with all of this?

Because she still loves you.

She does.

So what if they
don't reinstate you?

It's about time to get into
the family business anyways.

Benny, I told you,
I'm not going that way.

Okay. Sure?

Yeah.

But hey, listen.

The Feds did raid my place.

And they didn't find
anything, though, by the way.

You're... amazing.

I'm really starting to enjoy
the whole craft of it all.

You know, I'm going back to

what they used to
do in the old days.

They used to use
this chicken wire,

and used to weigh
the body down...

Benny, Benny, the client
that I was talking about,

the one who got me
into this shit... Yeah.

He's covering up some bullshit,

and now his wife is
working with his girlfriend,

his ex-girlfriend. |__.

Sounds like fucking
All My Children.

Which isn't a bad show.

I just... I feel like someone's
making an orange jumpsuit

with my name on it right now.

Look, relax. Prison
ain't that bad.

Hey, you're gonna be okay.

Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.

It's funny.

I thought you didn't associate
with the criminal element

in your family anymore.

But here you are,

at your cousin Benny
Cive||o's regular spot.

Yeah, who sent you?
Huh, was it Lindsay?

I told you not to
marry that cunt.

You did.

So now I got you on perjury.

And if that's not
enough to get you to talk,

I'm gonna go ahead and
back your ex's custody case.

You know, someone needs to
teach you some fucking manners.

No, no, Benny, he's a
federal prosecutor, all right?

He's not worth the nickel
you'll get for assaulting him.

- Trust me.
- See?

You still know how
to give good advice.

You got 48 hours before
I get an arrest warrant.

There has to be
someone to blame,

other than Tariq.

Some other dude did it.

That's what they call it.

Thanks.

You know, Angie, you just
keep showing up for me.

For me, now my family.

With everything that's happened.

Why is that?

I don't know.

Did you just come
over here last night

because Tasha kicked you out?

No.

I came over because I
owed you an apology.

I owed you the truth.

And that's the truth?

About when you said
it was the right decision

to end things between us?

That's the truth.

That night almost killed me.

Me too.

How do I trust you?

I don't know.

You still love me?

I don't know.

Maybe you can trust
me if I actually do change.

What you got?

Ta-da.

- Ramen?
- Mm-hmm.

I'm more of a Grand Slam
kind of guy before noon.

Go fuck yourself, you smart ass.

This right here is the
solution to your problem.

- Word?
- Let me show you something.

Check this out. Look at this.

Look.

Huh?

It's how we got contraband
and burners inside.

And guess what pipeline
is wide fucking open

now that Sammy's on
the outs with the Italians.

- Fuck out of here.

But, yo, Sammy.

Is he gonna move my weight

after everything that
happened with Vincent?

I just talked to
him. He's all set.

Hey, you need a
network, you got one.

Don't say I never
done nothing for you.

Yeah.

- Yo.
- What up, boy?

Man, this ain't no
school. It's a resort.

Bunch of rich ass
motherfuckers running around.

I mean, these
motherfuckers are prime

for pills.

You like it here?

I mean, it's cool.
The food is good.

I bet they got you eating
organic unicorns and shit.

It's just like Ghost to send you

to a bougie space like this.

Man, fuck that nigga.

I don't wanna talk
about him right now.

Are we getting out
of here or what?

Let's get out.

My family and I
are going through

an incredibly hard time.

But that's no excuse
for the way I've acted.

I want you to know I
appreciate your vision

for the Queens Child Project.

And also, I now see the
value that Dre brings, so,

I'm glad you
brought him on board.

You know I ain't
buying this shit, right?

Mm.

Well, how about this?

To again make up for
any mistakes I've made,

I would donate $50,000 to
your gubernatorial war chest.

Do you buy that?

Well, that's a, uh...

handsome offer, James.

Feels like you're a
changed man after all.

They're gonna ask for the
last time you saw the gun,

where, and who
else had access to it.

Tell them.

Innocent
people cooperate.

Are we waiting on her lawyer?

Waived.
She's flying solo.

It's gonna be a fun day.

Ladies, let's go
catch some criminals.

I like her.

Where's Detective
Leary? Isn't this his case?

Today's his day off.

I'm Sergeant Blanca Rodriguez.

Thank you for coming in.

- Have we met before?
- No.

Have a seat.

Mrs. Si. Patrick,

uh, you're the registered
owner of a .380 Micro Eagle

that was reported stolen, um...

That's correct.

Just a few days
before it was allegedly stolen,

it was returned to you
in a federal evidence box

by your lawyer,
Deleterious Silver.

Actually, um, I didn't even
realize the gun was in there.

So I put the box in a closet,

and... and then when
Raina was killed... I'.

So many people were
in and out of the house.

And it wasn't until
things calmed down

that I saw it was missing.

I understand.

Unfortunately, unless
someone can corroborate

that you put the
box where you say,

it doesn't mean much.

Terry Silver. He saw me do it.

If that's true,
Mrs. St. Patrick,

then Terry Silver is part
of the chain of custody

and a valuable
witness in this case.

You gotta go back?

Nah, it's just my dad.

I wish he would leave me alone.

Ihearyou.

But you ain't ever
gonna be free from them

as long as he paying
for all your shit.

I know.

But what am I supposed to do?

I mean, I had my own
cash, but I fucked that up.

So un-fuck it up.

It's too late.

Everything's so different.

And Rama's gone.

At least your dad got Ray Ray.

He didn't do that shit.

I did. I killed Ray Ray.

You did it?

That's what's up, kid.

You did the right
thing, little man.

Hey, sit up straight.
Zip your jacket up.

O... open this so you
could see the Choate.

Where are we going anyway?

Just dropping something
off for an old friend.

Goddamn Double Deuce.

Who'd you steal this
from, your mama?

This is my sidekick right here.

Choate man.
Went to Deerfield myself.

Ran quite a scam there.

Yeah? Seems like
you still running it.

Mm.

So listen, I know what we
talked about on the phone, but

my projected sales have changed.

That sound like a
you problem to me.

I understand why you think
that, coming from where you do,

but some things
fluctuate in an open market

and that requires
revisiting terms.

- I'm not revisiting shit.

We're not in
prison anymore, K.

Things work
differently out here.

Yeah.

You know what
don't work different?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

You're not sorry
yet, motherfucker.

Come on.

Get that.

I need a favor.

The usual.

I thought Lindsay
was clean, man.

For now.

And now she's trying
to get custody back.

But once she relapses...
And she will relapse...

That's all gonna go away.

I just... I need her
to relapse. Fast.

I was thinking maybe a
gram or so would do it.

Yo, I can't.

What about Tommy?
He got the same problem?

He... he grow a sense
of civic duty overnight?

Tommy should
be able to help you.

Do you know a Detective
Raymond Jones?

No, I've never heard that name.

You see, I find
that hard to believe,

because we think he's the
man who killed your daughter.

See if you can
get them to tell you

who they think
killed Raina and why.

If we know their theory, then
we'll know what to do next.

Why would a police
officer kill Raina?

I don't know yet.

But the day before
Raina was murdered,

Detective Jones went
to Van Allen Academy

looking for Tariq.

He spoke to Raina instead.

I didn't know that.

Detective Jones was
killed just one night

after Raina passed
away with a .380 bullet.

Wait a minute, I'm sorry.

Am I being accused of murder?

Because if so, I'm
gonna need my lawyer.

No, no, no. Calm down.

We don't think you killed
Detective Jones, Tasha.

We think you know who did.

Can you pull over to
the side for me, please?

Is there a problem?

I got a noise complaint
from one of the residents.

Where are you coming from?

Sorry, sir, we're just coming
from my teacher's house.

I had to drop off a paper
that was due tomorrow.

- What class was it for?
- Philosophy.

It was a comparison of
Aristotle and Plato's theories.

What's your teacher's name?

His name is, uh...

Mr... Mr. Scudellari.

Uh, wait. You okay, kid?

My asthma. I don't
have my inhaler.

- All right, look, calm down.
- You're upsetting him.

You got a brown bag
in there or something?

Okay, just go.

"KAN AN". Man, what
the tuck was that'?

Niggas get shot for
panicking and shit like that.

Man, your trunk is
riding low as fuck.

You want him to search it?

Man, you ain't missing
shit.

Shit. You got a
good hustle going.

Just be patient, ride
this shit out, man.

Play the long game.

Won't nobody
be able to tell you shit.

I need you to do me a favor.

I knew this Bassett
shit would come

with strings attached, man.

No strings.

This will benefit you too.

I need you to take
out Jason Micic.

Tommy's connect?

All right.

I'll do it for you.

If you do something for me.

Diego Jimenez.

- What the actual fuck?
- Lindsay.

They publish these meetings
in the fucking Law Review?

Why would you tell the Feds

where the fuck to find
Benny and me, huh?

Do you seriously
think Elisa Marie

would be better off
if I went to prison?

It's not illegal to have a
drink with your cousin, Joey.

You shouldn't have
lied under oath.

- You coming in, Lindsay?
- Yeah, one sec.

The guy said he'd keep
me from seeing Elisa Marie,

so I gave you up.

These things get any
better since the last time?

No, boring as shit, like always.

Yeah. Some things
never change, huh?

Well, got
your alimony check.

In person?

Fuck you.

I have almost 45
days, you piece of shit.

Calm down.

Now I want you to go to prison.

See you in court.

They don't normally
question somebody this long.

Jamie,
you know their tactics.

Sometimes they wear
you down with exhaustion.

Tasha's built for it.

She won't crack.

Let's hope so.

If she holds up, they
can't prove a thing.

But if she breaks...

we're all going down.

About the other night...

About the other night...

I don't know if we
should try again, Angela.

Neither do I.

But if we did try again,

Tasha would have
to know this time,

which means I would have to
be honest and so would you.

Do you have any
contact with Angela Valdes?

She sent us condolences.

Can you think of
any reason she would've been

looking into Raymond
Jones' murder?

No.

The morning Raymond
Jones was killed,

he logged into the
NYPD system to read

your son Tariq's
witness statement

from his sister's murder.

You know who else looked at it?

Angela Valdes.

Well, she knew Raina.

She probably was trying to help.

She also
went to your kids' school,

visited Jones at home, and
finally called his supervisor

the night he was
killed to have him report

right around the same
time he went missing.

I think Angela Valdes
and your husband

have been having an
affair this whole time.

I'm not sleeping
with him, Tasha.

I think your husband
killed Raymond Jones,

and now they're colluding
to frame you for it.

That's ridiculous.

Is it?

Who else would've
had access to your gun?

Even if, as you say,
it was in the closet.

Did you know the CSUs
missed the bullet in Jones' flop

on their first pass?

They
might've missed it entirely

if an enterprising AUSA,

who just happened to be on
the scene hadn't pointed it out.

I just came from the
crime scene, Tasha.

The pulled a
bullet from the wall.

Wait, Angela found
the bullet hole?

That's right.

Your criminal husband and
the woman who ruined your life

are conspiring against you.

So why are you protecting them?

Just say he did it.

We're offering full immunity

in exchange for
turning in your husband

and Angela Valdes.

Think about it.

Angela pointed out the
bullet hole so we would find it

and pin this all on you.

But all you have to say is
"yes" and you can walk away.

My husband did not
kill Raymond Jones.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Hey, Tony.

- You made it.
- How you doin'?

I'm doing all right,
man. You showed up.

Ah, I wouldn't miss it.

- Hey.
- Sammy.

Thanks for putting
this together.

I'm sorry with what went
down with the Italians.

I just want you to know
that is not how I do business.

And this ain't
gonna be like that.

At all.

Hey, we're all good.
We're all good, kid, okay?

Yeah, yeah.

Me and your old
man, we sorted it out.

Listen, Vincent's an
entitled fucking hothead.

You know,
we're all lucky to be out

from underneath him, right?

Look at this.

I mean, who would've
thought in a million years

that I'd be shoveling
stuff back in to the joint

with my best friend in
the world and my kid, huh?

All right.

Well, let's get moving.

I can't believe I let you
talk me into this, man.

- You fucking son of a bitch.
- Shut up.

It's gonna be worth it.

Okay, we're gonna make a
mint and we're gonna deliver him

to the Feds just
like we planned.

Yeah?

Hey.

You're gonna hurt yourself.

Come on, let's get moving.

I got a strip club I
wanna take you to.

Do it my way, and we
both walk out of here.

Twice in two days, Dre.

I hope you're
bringing me solutions.

This is the motherfucker
that sold you to the Feds.

- Talk, motherfucker.

When my cousin Uriel was
the head of the Toros Locos,

he said you were the one

who planted Diego's
gun at our house.

And?

And Diego knows you set him up.

Fuck. Madre puta.

Dame un cigarro.

What the fuck sis he saying?

She wants a fucking cigarette.

Fuck.

Is this everything?

Yeah, that's everything.

Did you know about this?

No, just today.

But I have a solution.

Diego is going
to take revenge on you.

Unless he can't.

Of course, our hands
are tied because

nothing can trace back to you.

But what if I told
you there's someone

who's already
planning to kill him?

Is there?

I can stop it if you want.

Or we can let it unfold.

Why don't we just
see how it plays out?

Done.

This guy fucked up.

He can't be trusted.

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
- Sorry, bro.

No, no, no, no, no, no,
no. No, no, no, no, please.

Please, no.

Yo, you're still studying?

Yep.

Luke just got the
new "Call of Duty."

- You wanna come?
- Nah.

Hey, you still want them pills?

Fuck yeah, dude.

The whole bottle?

Yeah.

That good?

That should be enough.

Let me know if you need more.

Thanks, man. I appreciate it.

I'm pulling the
plug on St. Patrick.

We're right there.

I told you I
needed something solid.

Today was a nice Hail
Mary, but it didn't pan out.

Audit got stopped before
they got anything on St. Patrick.

But it looks like
something shady is going on

with that Councilman Tate.

From the file clerk.

It doesn't matter.
She's shutting it down.

- But Valdes...
- Has made some bad decisions.

Absolutely. But I
can't prove anything.

I can't waste
any more of our resources

on a witch-hunt.

Cooper, did you hear me?

We are done.

Holy shit.

What is it?

Bullet that
killed Raymond Jones,

matches the ballistics we
ran on Tasha St. Patrick's gun.

Blanca was right.

And Valdes fucking
buried the report.

That's obstruction.

It's more than that.

That is proof she's
part of this organization.

Well, how did it go?

All this time, I believed
everything you said to me.

Tasha, I've been
totally straight with you.

You were the one who
pointed out the bullet hole

at Ray Ray's. We're
only here because of you.

Angela, is this true?

Never in a million
years did I think the gun

would trace back to Tasha.
Yes, I thought you did it,

But never that you'd
be that careless.

Well, they think you're
both working together.

They think you stole my
gun and killed Ray Ray.

And she's helping
you to frame me for it.

Just tell me, Ghost, where
were you when they came

here and questioned
me about the gun?

The fundraiser, Tasha.
Getting drunk out of my mind

in front of everyone, which you
knew 'cause you saw me that way

when I walked in here, remember?

Tasha, they're playing
you. It's what cops do.

They make you paranoid.

- It's ridiculous.
- Is it?

What, is it ridiculous that
they offered me immunity

to flip on the both of you?

- What the fuck?
- Immunity?

Ugh.

That means there's a
high-level prosecutor involved.

Maybe Federal.

Tasha, who's questioning you?

Some NYPD bitch
named... BOTH: Blanca.

How did
you know it was her?

- She spotted me when...
- You.

This is about you.

They want you.

If you believe that, then
why didn't you take the deal?

Because my having
immunity doesn't protect Tariq.

Look, Tasha, I don't
want you to worry.

I'll figure something
out, all right?

I don't need you
to figure it out.

I have a plan.

What?

I'm gonna get Terry
Silver to lie for me.

Terry Silver? Why
would he do that?

Because he loves me.

He loves me more
than you ever did.

Maybe I should go.

No, no, you two should stay.

I'll go.

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