All language subtitles for Power.2014.S05E07

Previously on "Power"...

I want you to give
this to Tommy Egan.

Or else what really
happened to Marshal Williams

is gonna become
public information.

Teresi! Let's go, St. Patrick.

Stay away from my fucking son.

Thomas Patrick Teresi. He
gave me his fucking name.

He wanted to take you from me.

Stay the fuck away from me, Ma.

Hmm, I didn't know
you had a lady.

I wouldn't call her my lady.

I can either be your lover
or your lawyer, but not both.

Will you take my case?

How do I trust you?

Do you still love me?

I'd like for you to
meet Alphonse.

He's our new community liaison.

We got to make sure
that he's kept whole.

But right now the
orders from my superiors

are to let the two of you go.

- Keep Diego.
- You want your brother gone,

you do it yourself.

Diego knows you set him up.

Put the fucking gun down.

I thought I told you to
stop working with Ghost.

I need you to take
out Jason Micic.

If you do something for me.

Diego Jimenez.

- That gun was stolen.
- You're lying to the police.

I watched you put
that gun in the safe.

The bullet that killed
Raymond Jones

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

and Valdes fucking
buried the report.

They think you stole my
gun and killed Ray Ray,

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

Look, Tasha, I don't want you
to worry. I'll figure something out.

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

- Why would he do that?
- Because he loves me.

More than you ever did.

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'

Tasha seems to
think she's got Silver on lock.

Well, let's hope for all
our sake's she's right.

I know him. I'm not so
sure he's ready to lie for her.

It'd be against his
better judgment if he did,

but when people are in love...

They make bad decisions.

Well, you're going
to back me up, right?

You're asking me
to commit perjury?

To lie on the stand?

If I'm caught, I could lose
my license and go to jail.

You're still protecting James.

Why would I put
myself at risk for him?

- Terry, please, you don't...
- You're still in love with him.

After all this time, you asking
me to do this is proof of that.

No, I don't.

Then you have got
to turn him in, Tasha.

Or I will. Get your coat.
We're going to the police, now.

Look, James didn't
kill Raymond Jones.

Tariq did.

That's why I'm
asking you to lie.

To save my son.

You've been lying to
me this whole time?

- You said you did it.
- I was trying to protect Tariq.

I thought that if no one knew,

that maybe I
could figure it out,

but now I know I
need help, Terry.

Ineedn.

Your help.

The best solution is for
Tariq to turn himself in.

They would never charge
him with the first degree.

What?

We could try for juvenile
delinquent status...

Terry, no!

Tariq is a good kid.
He has a bright future,

and you know as well as I
do, he's a young black man.

The police and the
system would eat him alive.

Will you do this for me?

Please?

I need you.

I need you.

Please.

All right.

Thank you.

So did you know how long this
been going on between them?

She didn't tell me; she
just said he was her lawyer.

We're not girlfriends, exactly.

Mm.

I know it's a surprise,
her and Silver.

But do you care
because of the case,

or do you care because of Tasha?

It's not about Tasha.
It's about Tariq.

If her relationship
saves Tariq, then so be it.

Doesn't change me and Tasha,

and it certainly doesn't
change me and you.

I'm scared.

I thought we had this
handled. I'm sorry I was wrong.

Hey, hey-

Thank you for trying
to help Tariq out.

Thank you for doing this for me.

I did it for myself,
to stay out of jail.

And for Tariq.

And Raina.

And yeah, for you, too.

When we started, I never
thought we'd end up here.

I'm out of the game,
okay? The old life is done.

The Queens Child Project
is the only hustle I got going.

The cleaner you get,
the dirtier I become.

I was prosecuting
criminals. Now, I am one.

I feel so wrong, Jamie.

Hey, but it's for the
right reason, you know?

We've come this far. We've
got to see it through, Angie.

They're gonna come for me.

For everything I've done.

Come here.

| 90'! You.

| 90'! You.

I should stay away from you.

We should all stay
away from each other.

Or we should stick
together. We stick together,

nothing will go wrong, okay?

You proved yourself,
standing with Tariq.

I'm just asking. I need
to prove myself to you.

I missed you.

If we can prove
James St. Patrick

killed Officer Raymond
Jones, and expand the RICO.

Blanca is having the
Manhattan district attorney

move forward with
a grand jury hearing.

She's having Terry Silver
subpoenaed as a witness

to corroborate Tasha St.
Patrick's gun in the closet story.

It's pretty convenient that
she reported her gun missing

after both her daughter and
Officer Jones were murdered.

Okay, yes, it's possible
she reported it missing

to cover their tracks after
getting rid of the murder weapon,

but we still have no
proof they did anything.

Yeah, and we still need
hard evidence to prove

that James St.
Patrick is the shot caller

of a criminal drug enterprise.
No wonder they call him Ghost.

I want Angela's head on a wall.

Oh, God, I am
picturing Angela's face

when she finds out
she's being indicted.

That just gets me fucking...

excited to prosecute this RICO.

Okay, hold up, snowflake, you're
including Angela in on this RICO?

You actually think
that she's part

of St. Patrick's
criminal organization?

Are you kidding me? She's the
connective tissue in all of this.

St. Patrick owns her.

That's how he keeps
getting away with all this shit.

We'd get to charge
everyone together.

Man, she'd be sitting at
the defense table with him.

And after talking to Blanca,
we have evidence that Angela

used Darryl's login
to delete evidence

out of Tasha St.
Patrick's case file.

Donovan, keep an eye on Angela.

We already have her
for obstruction of justice,

but we need to see just how
deep her involvement goes.

Mak and Saxe, I want you
to put the squeeze on Teresi.

Since becoming a free man,
he hasn't given us anything

on St. Patrick and Egan.

Will do.

Fuck.

You motherfuckers show
up in my neighborhood,

you're gonna get me killed.
Get in here, get in here.

Hey, Mrs. Teresi,
how you feeling?

Go fuck yourself.

What?

Did Thomas Egan
ever mention a woman

named Angela Valdes to you?

- No, who is that?
- His business partner's ex-girlfriend.

A federal prosecutor.

He never mentioned
no lawyer broad.

- So why?
- We think she's helping.

St. Patrick cover up a murder.

Get Egan to talk
about it if you can.

- Implicate both of them.
- A murder, right?

- That ain't much to go on.
- You're smart.

You'll figure it out.

Mrs. Teresi.

I know you got
out because of me.

But do you really want
to snitch on the only family

you're gonna have
left when I'm gone?

- You're my family.
- Oh, come on.

I'm not a fucking idiot.

Tommy's your son.

Am I right?

Am I right?

Yeah.

I knew about the
affair for a long time,

but I only recently
discovered there was a child.

Connie... listen.

I am so, so sorry.

I am.

I didn't like lying to you,

but I didn't know
how to tell you, either.

Can you forgive me?

If you can't, it's
gonna kill me.

Yeah.

I forgive you.

Actually, I'm glad he's around.

He'll be able to take
care of you when I'm gone.

That is, unless
you put him in jail.

If you put him in jail,
you're gonna be all alone.

- Jerry, thanks for coming in.
- Hey.

- Have a seat.
- I'm actually on my way out

for an arrest warrant.
I don't have long.

Okay, I'll make this quick.

Did you ever hear from
Blanca Rodriguez again?

I can't say.

What do you mean you can't say?

When Mike was trying to
frame you for being the mole,

I had your back.

You need to watch
your six, Valdes.

You have no
friends in this office.

What about you, Jerry?
Are you my friend?

I'm gonna be your
best friend right now.

Stay away from
James St. Patrick.

When it comes to him, your
judgment is beyond impaired.

- Christ, it's non-existent.
- What does my cop case

have to do with
James St. Patrick?

You tell me, Angela.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Okay, great. Just
know this, Valdes.

Whatever happens, I'm not
going to take the fall for you.

And as of now...

I don't owe you a goddamn thing.

Hey, I wanted to follow
up on the deal we made.

You sitting down with Jason,
and me sitting down with Diego.

- Yeah, I'm still cool.
- Good.

I'm about to walk into
a meet with Jason now.

I'll hit you up on the
details later, all right?

All right, bet, I'm getting
stuff on lock with Diego, man.

But, um, this shit
stays between us, right?

Yeah, always between
us. All right, later.

Better have good
news for me, Tommy.

Don't fuck up my
morning Turska coffee.

I got some great news for you.

$2 million clean
cash that I owe you.

It's about fucking time.

And what's the
status on the Jimenez?

Still above ground. They
was arrested by the feds,

but by some sort of fucking
miracle, they got cut loose.

Now we gonna get the job done,

but we got to be careful with
the Feds having eyes on them.

Fuck!

If the Feds cut him
loose, the Jimenez

must have given them
something in exchange.

They could be snitching on
my organization as we speak.

And you're the missing link

between their
organization and mine.

Your timeline to kill the
Jimenez just got pushed up.

I want those ports like
you fucking promised

before the Feds snatch
them out of my reach.

For real, we can
get you those ports.

I wasn't talking
to you, old friend.

It's a good thing you got
me my money, Tommy.

Or you'd all be dead right now.

Fucking Ma.

Tommy, Tommy.

Why wouldn't you tell us the
Jimenez got arrested, man?

Get over it, Ghost.

Like you never kept
shit from me before?

Jason my boss.
This my organization.

|'ma do shit the
way |'ma do shit.

I got somewhere I got to be.

Yo, k.

I'm so fucking tired of Jason

breathing down
our fucking neck, K.

Look, man, I need your
help with something.

But it's got to fucking
stay between us.

I'm about to get a
location on Diego.

It's the opportunity
to take his ass out, K.

The problem is, you know, he
knows who I am. He'll recognize me.

So you want me to cap his ass.

Well, yeah, I mean, you know,
he'll never see you coming.

Bet.

That Spanish nigga dead as fuck.

Thanks, K.

Whoa, Joseph Proctor.

Oh, you, uh... you applying
for the paralegal job?

Well, if it isn't
Tweedle Dumb Fuck.

- Where's your keeper?
- Well, Mak stepped out,

but you can just leave
your resume with me.

I'm done with
this bullshit, okay?

I just wanted you to know,

I'm filing those
harassment charges

so I can get my license back.

Well, you know, I could,
uh, reinstate your license

with two phone calls, right?

So do it.

Not without getting
something from you first.

I'm not gonna tell you
anything about my clients.

I already told you that, so...

I want to know about
someone you don't represent.

Why don't you, uh... Why
don't you close the door?

Why do I feel like I'm
alone with a priest?

You know anything about Angela
Valdes covering up a murder?

Whoa.

What the fuck are
you talking about?

So is that a no?

I haven't heard a word.

Would you protect
her if you had?

No.

Come back to me
with some information,

I'll make the calls.

Make the calls,

and then I'll come back to
you with some information.

Hey, sweetheart, could
you get me Alex Navarro

at the state bar committee?

HEY - I got Terry
on lock. He'll do it.

Dipping out on me
when I was on trial.

- That's some low shit, Tasha...
- Excuse me?

Are you fucking kidding me?

I know you're not trying to
come at me about adultery.

And just so you know,

it didn't happen until
after he got you off.

- And then he got you off.
- Fuck you, Ghost.

You know, I could
have had a good life.

I threw it away the night
I held that gun for you.

Thing about Terry is,

I'll never have to hold
or hide a gun for him.

But you're asking
him to do that for you.

Come on, Tasha, you know
that nigga ain't built for that.

You really sure that he's
ready to go down for you?

Yes, he is.

And you scared
Angela last night.

I mean it, Tash. We
can't have her run off

and go try to
save herself, okay?

Shit is way too far for that.

I'm sure you
handled her, though.

- It ain't about you, Tasha.
- Hm.

And this is not about me.
This is about us and Tariq.

You save my boy, do
whatever the fuck you want to do.

Good.

Because I'm sure
you certainly will.

- Mrs. St. Patrick...
- Yeah, yeah.

How's the family
holding up, James?

- Complicated, as you can see, Tate.
- Hm.

So you're officially announcing
that you're running for governor.

When were you going
to tell me that, huh?

That's why I wanted
to come by and talk.

How did you know I
was, uh, announcing?

Why would you hide it?

That's the more
important question.

You know, I do appreciate
your donations to the campaign.

Very generous and kind of you.

But you see, your
temperamental behavior

is a serious liability to
the Queens Child Project.

And James, I'm letting you go.

Rashad, you... you keep
doing this, don't you?

Look man, I'm
trying to turn a corner,

but I'm really starting to
fucking lose my patience.

I'll be giving your
money back, every dime,

once I officially
announce my candidacy.

Good luck to you, James.

Here you are, sir.

When you cut the Jimenez loose,

you made me look
like an asshole.

- You owe me one.
- Fair enough.

- What can I do?
- I need a new job.

You have any openings
in your department?

You don't even know
what my department does.

Let me try this on for size.

The Jimenez are
stable and secure.

They own a sizable
section of the border

between the U.S. and Mexico,
and until the government

can control the area, you want
the Jimenez to stay in place.

You do that.

It's dea, cia, fbi,
Interpol, all mixed together

without an official name.

Super-effective,
and totally invisible.

Wow, I'm impressed.

I'm overqualified
and highly motivated.

Mm, I can see that.

What if I knew of
something, but it's in D.C.?

I don't know. My family is here.

Give you the fresh
start you need.

I can show you around.

Help you put
everything behind you.

I'm sorry, I got to go.

So do you want to talk about
it further over drinks tonight?

I'll call you, okay?

Thanks for lunch.

Hey, Angie.

These organic
chips are delicious.

- I need to fucking move.
- It won't matter.

Hey, why did the
Jimenez get cut loose?

I don't know.

If it were up to me,
they'd still be in custody.

Well, they need to get
got, sooner rather than later.

Tommy, why do you want
to take out your own connect?

What, you already got another
connect lined up or something?

You are asking
too many questions.

You're a fucking liar.
You're not the distro.

That's why you just
asked me if the Jimenez

was snitching on
another organization.

You're working
for their competitor.

Who the fuck is it?

I told you before,
Angie. I ain't that guy.

Oof, I got to go.

Stop breaking into my apartment.

- So where are we headed?
- My connect at the MCC

sold all your shit. He's
got some cash for you.

Hey, how are we gonna clean it

now that Ghost
hasn't got your back?

Beats the fuck out of me.

Ghost was always the
mastermind behind that shit.

Well, how did you used to do it?

We bought a business.
You know, Wash 'n Folds.

Dirty laundry wasn't the
only thing being cleaned there.

All right, pull over here.
It's the house on the right.

- Teresi.
- Hey.

I still can't believe
they let you out.

This guy's a real
menace to society.

- Romano, how you doing?
- Good.

- You know Sammy?
- Sammy.

That's Tommy.

That's his weight
you were moving.

Didn't I put you through
the system in the MCC?

- Great fucking memories.
- Yeah, well, your shit's

selling like hotcakes
on the inside.

Good, plenty more
where that came from.

Come on in.

Here we go, here's your cash.

Something doesn't feel right.

No, no, it's all there, Teresi.

You don't mind if I
take a look, do you?

We'll just see here, let's see.

Oh, all right, so far, so good.

Mr. Romano, let
me state for all here,

sometimes, you
got to... AW, shit.

I was trying to avoid a
confrontation with you.

Look, I was just
short this week.

I didn't want to
disappoint you, okay?

This is the oldest fucking trick
in the book, you motherfucker.

Hey, I was gonna give
you double next week.

Hey, you really should have thought
this through before you disrespected us.

Come on, man, I'm sorry. I swear,
it's not going to happen again.

It's not gonna happen again.
Tommy, put him in twilight.

No, no, no, no...

Get him in the chair.
Tommy, tie him up.

Are you serious, you
fucking piece of shit?

What the fuck were you thinking?

I wasn't gonna count it?

I would never
find out about this?

- Major League.
- Or something...

Come on, hey, right there.

I could be a Civil War
surgeon. We'll take an inch off.

I never paid attention
in shop class.

- Boys.
- Oh, that's it, that's the one.

- What do you think?
- There you go, buddy.

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

Hey, you know the
first rule of power tools?

Eye protection.

You ready?

Say "ah."

Oh, yeah?

A shredder tonight.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait.

Are you sure you've got
another connect on the inside?

Well, after 25
years, of course I do.

No, no!

Yeah, fuck you.

The night you were
born, I remember holding you,

"and thinking," This little
guy's going to grow up

to be a fine man."

But because of my mistakes, son,

you had to grow up a lot
faster that I hoped you would.

Listen, Riq, I'm so
sorry, for everything.

- What's up?
- Yo.

I'm ready to talk the long game.

I knew you'd come to
your senses, my nigga.

That shit you pulled back
there was twisted as fuck.

Oh, come on.

- Ah, shit.
- That must run in the family.

Really, well, what's the
worst shit you ever pulled?

Me and Ghost, one time,
we used a nail gun on this guy,

and shot him in the head.

- Oh, fuck.
- This other time,

I bubble wrapped this dipshit.

You know, I tossed
him off a building

to see if it would pad his fall.

He lived.

And then I shot him in the head.

- So what, that's it?
- Oh, no, I ain't done.

I set a guy on fire, I drove
over this Dominican guy twice.

- Uh-huh.
- Yeah, that was some funny shit.

Yeah, I still can't
believe he didn't die.

Don't forget that fat dude
we hit for you in the MCC.

- Yeah.
- You must have some friends

in high places to find out where
he was, because... because that shit

is usually top secret.

Yeah, our lawyer
is well-connected.

Yeah. Huh.

So you did all this stuff,
and you never got caught?

Mm-hmm.

I'm proud of you, kid.

You know what? You
should come over for dinner.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

And then just, you know,

tell these capers
to me and Connie,

'cause I think it
would lift her spirits

to have a good laugh, I do.

Connie, she is
one hell of a cook.

Not you, Sammy. You
can sit this one out.

Tonight is just a family dinner.

Thanks, Dad.

Hey, uh, pull over
here. I got to get a pack of smokes.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Welcome to Queens.

This weather's crazy.

- Coming?
- I got to take this.

- Yeah, Ma, what you want?
- Hey, Tommy.

Can you come over
tonight so we can talk?

And would you bring me a little
something to perk me up, too?

No, I'm not coming
over tonight, Ma, or ever.

- I got other plans.
- What plans?

You want anything
from inside, Tom...

Is that Tony? You're
with that piece of shit?

Bye, Ma.

Oh, my God.

I missed your cooking.

Those meatballs
are the shit, Connie.

Thank you for having me.

Well, it's nice to be
cooking for somebody again.

Hey, Con.

Tommy needs a legit
business to clean his money.

Now, you always have good
ideas about this kind of thing.

What do you think, hm?

Why don't you start a
private ambulance business?

Nobody's gonna
question an ambulance

tearing down the
street at 2:00 AM.

Cops aren't gonna question it.

It'd be a perfect
way to move drugs and money.

I fucking love that idea.

Jesus, there you go.

You got a girlfriend, Tommy?

- No.
- You got to have somebody.

A good woman who's
got your back, you know?

Someone who will
do anything for you.

Hm?

Yeah, I had somebody like that.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, but...

she don't live in
New York no more.

Yeah? That's too bad.

- You should not be alone.
- I'm not.

I mean, I'm actually
seeing somebody on and off.

Oh, yeah? I'd like to meet
her. Bring her by for dinner.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- No, I don't... I don't think she'd...
- No, come on...

Tommy, Tommy, I know you're
in there. Your car is parked outside.

There goes the neighborhood.

Let me in.

Would you relax, listen...

- No, no, no, yo.
- Oh, hey, hey, hey.

I can't believe you
blew me off for him.

Ma, get the fuck out of here.
What are you doing here?

How did you even
find this place?

Do you know how many
times I drove around here,

wondering if he would
ever leave that bitch?

- Fuck you.
- Fuck you.

- Whoa.
- Kate, Kate, get out of here.

Do you know who this is, huh?
Do you know who this is? My son.

You know he's
Tony's little bastard?

Yeah, I know. Of course I know.

Ma, you get the fuck
out of here right now.

You heard my son, go.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You assholes deserve each other.

That's it, that's it.

- Get the door.
- I got it.

- Come on.
- Fuck the lot of you.

Yeah, come on.

Oh, my God.

- Silver.
- James.

What are you doing here?

I found a match to
your lady's earring

that she left behind
in your apartment.

The funny thing is that I found
a match in Tasha's jewelry box.

Look, uh...

Nothing happened between
us until after your trial.

You think the ethics committee
will care about that? I know I don't.

Tasha seems to
think that you're gonna

back up her story about her gun.

I told her I don't think
you're the kind of man

that would stand
up for her. Are you?

Oh, I'll stand up for Tasha.

But I think you killed
Raymond Jones,

and that she's protecting you.

I didn't kill Raymond Jones.

She says it was Tariq.

I don't know what
to believe anymore.

I'll make your moral
dilemma easy for you.

You are going to
corroborate Tasha's story.

Or what?

James, if anything happens
to me, they'll be looking at you.

My relationship with
Tasha gives you motive.

Just verify her story.

And then I don't have to
go to the ethics committee,

and you get to have
my wife all to yourself.

Sup, Lakeisha?

- Hey, Tommy.
- Could I come in?

Okay.

So, I had dinner with
my dad and his wife.

Okay, so how'd it go?

Good, good, it went good.

I told him about you.

And they want to meet you
and have you over for dinner.

Okay, wait.

- You told them about me?
- Yeah.

And I understand if
you don't want to go.

You were right to
kick me to the curb,

you know, after everything
that I put you through.

But...

Whoever ends up with you
is gonna be one lucky guy.

Wait, wait.

You for real right now?

Yeah, I mean, I think I am.

No, no, I mean, I know that
I am. I'm just fucking this up.

No, you're not.

You're not fucking it up.

I'm just saying
if |'ma do this...

If |'ma do this again, I got
to know that you serious.

I'm serious.

Come here.

My first payment to you.

Oh, man.

There is nothing better.

You know, I don't
really like you.

But this assload of cash
makes you a lot more tolerable.

Well, I appreciate you for
giving me this opportunity,

but we also found out that
it wasn't Ghost and Tommy

that ratted you to the Feds.

- Who was it?
- It was Arturo's bitch ass.

- Arturo?
- Yeah, but he won't be, uh,

diming you out
anymore. I took care of it.

It was Cristobal who chose
him to take that Toros spot.

Diego, I'm sorry, man,
Arturo wasn't my first choice.

You know, it was... I
should have trusted my gut

instead of listening to
Cristobal, you know?

Well, it's a good
thing he's dead.

No room for ratas
in this organization.

Agreed.

Well, listen, we're making so
much fucking money together,

as a token of my appreciation,

I want to throw you guys
a little private party tonight.

I hired some freaky ass hos,

and I know you like your
ass a nice little audience,

so you're taken
care of, my brother.

Now you're talking my language.

- Yes, sir.
- But I want you to make sure

that there is some BBWs
for my man right here,

who likes to suck them dry,
and then eat some lunch with you.

All right, say no more.

All right, so, uh,
the party starts at 11.

2-Bit will be here
to let you guys in.

Will you be coming
with anyone else?

- Will there be more...
- This is the only soldier I trust.

The only man worthy enough
of fucking whores by my side.

- Lucky man.
- Yeah.

- All right.
- All right.

- Eleven.
- Yes, sir.

- You're still here.
- Yeah, I'm still here.

Where the fuck else would
I be? I made you breakfast.

It's just cereal, but it's the
thought that counts, right?

Thank you.

So what does all this mean?

- You know, you and me?
- It means I'm down for you.

Just like you're down for me.

Well, I'm only
gonna fuck with you

if you let me do the cooking.

- Deal.
- Deal.

All right, so yeah, we
good for 11:00 tonight.

Diego thinks he's fucking
some hos as a gift from me.

So get there early and wait
inside so you can drop him.

- Where?
- My gambling spot here on Dunkirk.

He got one soldier with him,

so I'll leave the key to
the back door for you.

Got it. Jason's at the
LeBlanc Hotel, Suite 225.

He'll have three
guards with him.

All right, I'll figure it out.
Don't worry about that.

Good.

So this little party
you're throwing for Diego

is a fucking ambush?

Yeah, and after
you let Diego in,

you and Spanky going
to wait outside for Ghost.

After he smokes
Diego, y'all kill Ghost.

- Get rid of all the bodies.
- After he smoke Diego?

Why don't you
kill Ghost yourself?

How the hell am I
gonna be in two places

at the same time, man?

Tonight, I'm hitting
Tommy's Serbian plug

so we can take
over they territory.

With Diego dead,
there's no connect.

- Alicia is gonna run shit.
- Shit sound too risky.

What if she turn on you
for killing her brother?

She won't, and
after Diego's dead,

you could be my number two.
That's what you wanted, right?

You know I'm gonna say yes.

All right then, so
do that shit, Francis.

How you dealing with
Raina and everything?

Honestly, every
single day is hard.

But, I'm just, you know... I'm trying
to concentrate on the good things.

Speaking of, my whole
life is about to change.

Speaking of happy endings,

Tommy and I were
together last night.

And, and, he was
still there this morning.

- Are you serious?
- Yep.

Weren't you the one that said

that you weren't going
to let him back in?

Uh-huh. What
happened, what changed?

He wants me to meet
his dad, his stepmom.

- Go over there for dinner.
- Wait, what?

I thought Tommy's dad was dead.

Well, who is he? Where
has he been all these years?

- I ain't never heard of him.
- I don't know about all that, T.

I'm just so happy that
Tommy and I are back together.

Wait, wait, okay, just...

Let's go back to Tommy's father.

- Where did he say he met him?

We wasn't talking
about his father.

Hello, we was
doing other things.

Mm-hmm, I know, nasty.

You crazy.

Oh, it's Terry. Asking
me to come over later.

- Better go get you some, girl.
- Oh, you know I will.

- What's up?
- Yo, why this nigga Dre

cut a deal with
Ghost to kill Diego

at the gambling spot tonight?

After Ghost get the job done,

Dre want me and
Spanky to body Ghost.

Sounds sus, right?

Your boy Dre is
a real snake, man.

Slithered his way up under Tommy

and stole his
whole organization.

Damn, I ain't know that shit.

I thought we all
walked on our own.

Look, Dre is so slick, he got everybody
thinking what he want them to think.

We gonna play his game.

Show up at the
gambling spot tonight.

But Ghost ain't
going to kill Diego.

I am.

Just need to make
sure Spanky's on board

so he don't go running
his fucking mouth.

Spanky ain't the problem.

Dre thinks that Alicia
will still work with us

after Diego get his ass smoked.

I ain't too sure
about that shit.

Well, you know I'm
fucking with Tommy,

and he got a Serbian connect.

So you could just eat with us.

All right. Wait, Serbian?

We both about to
lose our connects.

Dre is clipping that Serbian
tonight at the LeBlanc Hotel.

What the fuck he
want to do that for?

No, Dre ain't clipping nobody.

Jason got to stay alive,
because I'm gonna take over.

Tommy's spot in
his organization.

- James.
- What's up, Alphonse?

It's been a minute
since I've seen you.

Well, that just means
that Tate's holding up

his end of our deal,
right? We're doing our part.

Want to make sure
you're doing yours.

So is the Queens Child
Project location on lock?

As long as that paper
keeps coming in, we all good.

Me and Tate been 100 for years.

Well, whatever
Tate's paying you,

I'll double that.

Oh, yeah? You gonna
skim even more?

Skim?

Shit, you ain't know?

I've been making a grip of cash,

'cause Councilman
Tate's been taking.

Queens Child Project's funds
off the top to keep me paid.

Well, I got my license back.

- I'm a lawyer again.
- That's great news, Proctor.

I killed a guy
yesterday morning.

Please don't fucking
tell me shit like that.

Well, now that you
can't tell nobody,

I just like seeing
that look on your face.

Yeah.

And reminding you
who you're dealing with.

That is not something
I'm likely to forget.

- Tommy.
- Mm?

You know anything about
Angela trying to cover up a murder?

Murder? Angela Valdes?

Shit, I need some dirt on her,
and you know I can't ask James.

Hell no, you can't. Let
me ask you something.

How did you know that Fed
Sandoval was in the MCC?

- Silver told me.
- Well, how did he know?

- Fuck.
- What?

Angela told him.

He called me, and
we had him killed.

You think Angela
set us up to do it?

There's no way to
know without asking her,

but if this is the murder
she's trying to cover up,

and if someone's on to
her, we're all implicated.

But now that you're a lawyer
again, you can handle it?

I can try.

Stop killing people.

No.

There was a murder at the MCC.

Look, do I get total immunity?

- Were you involved?
- Do I get fucking immunity or not?

You got it.

Who died at the MCC?

There's a dead prison guard.

His name?

Marshal Clyde Williams.

St. Patrick crushed his skull.

And then he strangled
this other inmate

to make it look
like a prison fight.

You know, a
murder-suicide or something.

Did you see it go down?

You could say that, yeah.

Will you testify?

If it comes to that.

Yo, my dad tried to send
me some lame-ass fucking

voice message, trying to
apologize for his lies and shit.

He late with that shit.

But let him think it's all good.

You know, the easiest way
to sneak up on your enemies

is to make them think
that they already won.

Sneak attack.

Hm.

I get it.

Got to be one move ahead.

No, son, you got to
be three moves ahead.

You got a gangster born in you.

You start moving weight up here,

you're gonna be
balling the fuck out,

and you gonna get
out from under Ghost.

Checkmate.

Damn.

I'm ready.

I'm ready to become my own man.

Ready to be a
hustler. Just like you.

- Hey, Angie.
- The fuck, Tommy?

You said stop breaking
into your apartment, right?

Damn it.

How many people knew where
Mike Sandoval was being held?

They was trying
to keep him alive,

but I think you wanted him dead.

And that's why you
told Silver where he was.

- What's your point?
- Angela.

You're in no position
to tell me what to do.

I open my mouth about this
to anybody, you going down.

And I could be
going down anyways.

Someone in my office
is trying to put me in jail.

Over Sandoval?

No.

I need to eliminate the problem.

What you mean by "eliminate"?
What you asking me to do?

You got the devil inside.

I thought you were
one of the good guys.

I was.

So what's the target's name?

His name is John.

Well, that limits it down.

What's his last name?

There's one other thing
I want to try first, okay?

If I can clear my name,
and arrest the Jimenez,

though, Tommy...

What happens to them
afterward, it's out of my hands.

I hear you loud and clear.
Good luck with your problem.

And if you change
your mind, I'm right here.

Yeah.

Prison fucked me up.

Being inside, you lose
everybody you ever cared about.

People say they
going to come visit you,

they gonna write
you, but they don't.

I mean, if you was to ever get
popped again, I would come visit.

Thanks.

But I ain't ever going back.

I got to bounce, little man.

I'll give you a ride
over to your spot.

Angela, you wanted to see me,
and I was just about to head home.

Have a seat, John.

You're gonna want to hear this.

You know, unless you
got that Jimenez case

back from that DEA asshole,

I'm not sure you have
much I want to hear.

That department inside the
DEA, where Steve Tampio works?

They need a lead counsel.

- And you're going?
- You're going, if you want it.

With my recommendation.

Real power, real influence.

You saw what
they did to us here.

Think about what that
would mean for you.

You know, it's no secret
we don't dance, Angela.

Why would you be
willing to do this for me?

I need a friend in this office.

And so do you, if
you want this D.C. job.

What do you want to know?

"I'm sorry, Tasha."

All right, James, what's up?

You said you have
something for me.

Well, Councilman, I've
been doing a lot of thinking

about the Queens Child Project,
and specifically, your future.

I wanted you to hear something.

Oh,
shit, you ain't know?

I've been making a grip of cash

'cause Councilman
Tate's been taking.

Queens Child Project's funds
off the top to keep me paid.

Listen to me.

I am the Queens Child
Project, motherfucker.

I'm not going anywhere.

So you go win that
governor's seat,

and you make sure that you
make the Queens Child Project.

Your top priority, or
I'll make you mine.

I'll be in touch after
my announcement.

Mm-hmm, I know you will.

Got some fine-ass hos
inside waiting for you.

Dre will be here in a minute.

Beautiful, andale.

All right, let's do this.

We're gonna have
a good time, amigo.

Si.

Yo, the plan changed tonight,

and I gots to know you
ain't going to run your mouth.

Trust me, nigga, what's up?

Ghost ain't the
one clipping Diego.

Kanan is.

This way to pussy.

Vamos, Dre said
these girls were kinky.

So we killing Kanan?

I ain't come
prepared for that shit.

No, we just gonna tell Dre
that Ghost didn't show up.

And that we didn't clip Kanan
'cause that ain't what Dre told us to do.

- Oh.
- Remember what happened

last time we didn't
follow Dre's orders?

He ain't like that shit at all.

Dre's been making
too many moves,

and making lots of enemies.

Mm-hmm.

We gonna be working for
Kanan and the Serbs real soon.

Mm-hmm, I'm down.

Wherever you go, I go.

Where are Ghost and Tommy?

They on a need to know basis.

I took care of business.

The Jimenez found out
you wanted them dead.

I had your back.

Niggas Ghost and Tommy
was stalling and shit.

They ain't down for you, but
I did what you told us to do.

That is a big move,
doing it on your own.

What do you want?

Tommy's position
in your organization.

You gonna take Tommy out?

Tommy and Ghost
can take each other out.

You pull that off,
then we can talk about

you taking over the
spot, but you got to earn it.

And I need to
know I can trust you.

I'll save your life again.
We need to bounce now.

A hitter from the Jimenez
is on his way over.

Fuck that, we should
stay here and kill him.

We can't. He's our only
link to Diego's sister.

You don't get your ports
until her bitch ass is dead.

Smart.

This is nice, Jamie.

The first of many
dinners together.

I could get used to this.

Who is that?

I don't know, I got it.

We need to talk.

- What did you do to Terry?
- Just gave him some incentive.

- What kind of incentive?
- To help us out, that's all.

Yeah, well that shit
backfired. He's fucking gone.

He left town, moved
out all his furniture.

I found a subpoena
on his counter.

Called the office and they
say he's on a leave of absence.

- We're fucked.
- Silver bailing makes it look

like he knew
incriminating information.

We all look bad, and
we're gonna go down

unless we can come
up with another plan.

I know, and I have to
protect Riq no matter what.

There's only one
way out of this.

The murder weapon?
You told me it was gone.

Insurance.

In case we got here.

- I'm gonna turn myself in.
- The hell you will.

Tasha, if anybody's going
down for my family, it's me.