All language subtitles for Power.2014.S05E09

Previously on Power...

Think they'll be loyal to you?

I think I'm last on
their list of priorities.

I don't have
anything to give you on St. Patrick.

But what I can say is if
anyone is helping them out,

it's Angela Valdes.

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

So we don't really care
as long as we get our guy.

Do you
really wanna snitch

on the only family you're
gonna have left when I'm gone?

That's us over there.

I'm gonna make sure she's
taken care of until the end.

We both will.

His boy Ghost is
who called the hit

that got your boy
popped in the leg.

I can't protect my family
without your alibi, 'Keisha.

I saw Kanan Stark at the
penthouse during Rama's wake.

Are you being held
against your will?

- No, no, no, no, please!

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'

This is a brutal crime that
has the entire city on edge.

It has shaken the NYPD,

which lost four of
their own last night

in a brutal massacre, but
here is what we do know:

late last night,
four NYPD officers

gunned down in Queens.

The suspect, also
found dead at the scene,

is Kanan Stark.

Kanan Stark has a long
history of felony convictions,

including drug and
weapons offenses.

He was recently
freed from prison

off a prosecutorial
misconduct inquiry.

He has no known
surviving next of kin.

His son Shawn was murdered,

and that crime was never solved.

Police now looking
into that crime as a...

Tasha, what
you did was wrong.

You know what? You
motherfuckers have lost your mind.

I did what I had to do.

You did?
Well, you could've...

- What the fuck?
- You could've followed the plan.

- We had a plan.
- You knew where I stood on Kanan.

And I came to you
about Kanan, Tommy.

- When?
- But you were working with him.

- How was I supposed to trust you?
- Because we're family.

And family doesn't go
behind each other's back.

You... you're kidding
with that shit, right?

Both of you know
what the point is.

The point is that Tariq
could've been killed.

- That's the point!
- Listen.

I didn't know the shit was
gonna go down like this, okay?

Well, Tasha, it did
go down like this.

Kanan was supposed to get
arrested, take a charge, just like before.

Your plan needed
Tariq to make it happen.

What, one dead kid
ain't enough for you?

- Fuck you, Ghost.
- You deserve that shit.

I'm done.

It wasn't Mom's
idea, it was mine.

I knew Kanan wasn't
gonna go back to jail,

but I didn't tell Ma he wasn't
gonna go without a fight.

- Tariq.
- Tariq, you knew?

I knew exactly how it would
go down, Uncle Tommy.

I thought maybe if he got himself
killed, then it would just fix everything.

I started a problem
and I fixed it, right?

No. That was
fucking stupid, Tariq.

You could've
got yourself killed!

But I didn't. I'm still
alive, Uncle Tommy!

Hey, hey! Lower
your fucking voice.

Have some fucking respect.

You know I was the only person
that really cared for Kanan?

I just took a loss so
you guys could win.

What'd you say?

I'm the reason you guys won.

- Is that right?
- 100% right.

Get your fucking
ass to the room.

Go pack your bags. I'm taking
you to the train station now.

We going back to school.

- I didn't stutter.
- Neither did I.

I'll talk to y'all later.

See what I'm saying?
That's your son.

You better get him.

Look, the whole plan of
Choate was to get you to focus.

That's-that's why we deemed
to send you to Choate, son.

To focus on books,
focus on bullshit

I didn't have the
opportunity to do.

But instead you're
turning into a little fuckin' G.

What, you're the man
right now? Is that what it is?

None of us is
going to jail, right?

Hey, hey, heY-

Four cops are dead.
That's on you, son.

Four people that showed
up to save you, Tariq.

Four families are
completely ruined

because you had to be the man.

Our family's ruined.

Why should theirs
be any different?

What do you want from me, Taflq?

Huh? What do you
want from me, boy?

Teach me the
motherfuckin' game, Ghost.

You listen to me.

I would fucking rather kill
you than to let you into this life.

So whatever gangster
moment you feeling,

you make sure it's the last one.

This is who I am.

These suits don't
change who you are.

And that school can't
change who I am.

I'm gonna miss my train.

Police now
looking into that crime

as they continue
to canvass this area,

trying to figure out
whether the death of the son

had anything to do with
the crimes of the father.

We will continue to keep
you updated on this story...

So... ... Kanan
Stark killed your dirty cop.

Tasha St. Patrick was telling
the truth about her gun all along.

Looks that way.
Doesn't feel right, though.

He murdered four
cops in cold blood

when confronted with his guilt.

Looks like a goddamned
confession to me.

And there's no reason Angela
Valdes would help Kanan Stark.

There's no connection there.

But the St. Patrick kid
was in the car at the time.

I think it's time for
you to let this go,

Sergeant Rodriguez.

Yeah?

Right.

Well, thanks for
the effort on this one.

Most appreciated.

I know what you're
gonna say about Angela,

but she did use
Darryl Gaines' log-in

to trash that ballistic report.

To help a man she didn't know.

God, e-even Joe
Proctor came in last night

to say he thinks she's the one
helping Egan and St. Patrick,

that she's the consigliere.

Does he have any proof? Do you?

Either Angela is guilty
and too smart to get caught,

or she's innocent and
we are gonna go down

trying to trap her. Either way,

like I said to Sergeant
Rodriguez, "Let it go."

We got other cases to work,
and other bad guys to get.

Once again,
the NYPD is in mourning

as they now investigate the
deaths of four of their own.

At this point
there are many more questions

than answers...

Angela, how could you go
behind my back with Tasha?

I thought I could trust
you. I put my trust in you.

I didn't mean for
this to happen.

No one did.

You put my son in danger

in a situation that
you couldn't control.

Now, thank God he got
out, but four cops are dead,

Kanan's dead.
This is all on you.

I tried to talk to you
about Andre Coleman.

I tried to make you
see it was a bad option.

You shut me down.

You were determined to
do things your own way.

My way, drug dealers
and murderers get hurt.

Your way, innocent people die.

Your way wouldn't have worked.

Jamie, when you get an
idea stuck in your head,

there is no talking
you out of it.

Andre Coleman was the
wrong person to frame.

And Tasha told me you had
a separate agenda for him.

Tasha had an agenda for Kanan.

She used you and my
son to eliminate her enemy,

while I had the
situation under control.

How many times have
you kept me in the dark

promising you've
got it under control?

You have deceived
me time and time again

because it was
convenient for you.

How do I trust you again, Angie?

I did all of this to save Tariq.

But you didn't save him,
and that's not just on you.

We're in the clear now, Jamie.

This is where we can start over.

I'll call you later.

Ah, shit.

What the fuck I tell
you about showing up?

Get in here!

Yeah, we're not
great at taking orders.

We're gonna be here every day
if you don't give us something.

What're you talking about?
I gave you something.

Oh, right, yeah, you did give us
intel on the Marshal Williams kill,

but I forget, John,
how did that go?

- Dead end.
- Yeah.

You knew damn well the
security cameras were down

when St. Patrick
killed Marshal Williams.

If he killed Marshal Williams.

You never got back to us
about the lawyer we asked about.

- Angela Valdes?
- Yeah. I asked.

Tommy said there
was a lawyer involved.

He didn't give me a name.

Look, uh, my Connie took a
turn for the worst last night.

All right? She's
goin' to hospice now.

You understand?

You don't help us, you'll
be going some place worse.

Yeah, actually got a
little something to show you here

you might find interesting. Eh?

Sons of bitches.

You don't deliver the
goods on St. Patrick and Egan,

these are going to your friends,

starting with Vincent Ragni.

We wanna arrest
Tommy by the end of the week.

You think you can
make that happen?

- Yeah, yeah, sure.
- Great.

Because we're
losing our patience.

Stop fucking around, old man.

And as I said, the
suspect also found dead at the scene.

What is not known at this point

is whether he was working alone

or whether there
is another suspect

whom they are searching for.

Details are still sketchy.

What we know... Where
were you this morning?

I just had to go and
see Ghost and Tasha.

- Ghost and Tasha?
- Mm-hmm.

You said once we got through
everything, we wouldn't have to deal

- with them no more.
- You right.

I just had, uh,

some unfinished business
with this Kanan shit.

And now
they got me on record

all mixed up with
what happened to him.

Somebody I don't even know.

Tasha went too far with that.

I ain't built like that,
lying to the cops and shit.

- Maybe so, but you did it.
- Yeah, for the family.

For you.

Look, 'Keisha, if we
gonna be together,

that shit could happen again.

I'm just... I just wanna
be 100 with you.

I don't wanna have
to do that again.

I mean, I got the shop.

I got Cash to
protect, and myself.

Well, don't do nothing
you don't wanna do.

But then again, if you ask me,

and you were honest with me,

then that's my choice.

Tasha didn't give me one.

Come here.

I mean, I know you
move weight and all, but...

you ain't never
killed nobody, right?

Oh, you fucked
up. You fucked up!

Diego's head at your hotel?

I told you to keep this move
as far away from us as possible.

If our enemies
discover I approved the murder

of my own brother...
...

I will be shot in the street.

Look, my enemies made a move

that I can guarantee
they will pay for.

No, your enemies are
many steps ahead of you.

- That concerns me.
- It is a setback.

- But it's nothing I can't fix.

The kill looks like
it's from a rival.

We can play that
into our own favor.

It can benefit you.
It can benefit us.

What's your status on the
Bassett Hotel Group right now?

Are you resuming
operations as normal?

Will you be flying to Paris?

Will my drugs be moved
into Europe as planned?

Things with the
Bassett Hotel Group

are on hold until
they blow over.

Then of what use are you to
me? My business is never on hold.

- My New York network...
- Can be run by anyone I see fit.

You were supposed to build
me a bridge across the Atlantic.

Until you complete that mission,

Cristobal is in charge.

- Wait, what?
- Yes. You work for him now.

Retribution is imminent
for the decapitation of Diego.

We need to move forward
with getting a warrant

and arresting Alicia.

Angela, Agent Tampio
gave us explicit orders

not to pursue the Jimenez.

Diego's death
changes everything.

His orders to kick the
Jimenez were contingent

on the cartel's stability.

And I'm guessing
Diego Jimenez's severed head

negates that stability.
- There will be a power vacuum.

And it will lead to
an open cartel war.

None of us want that
blood on our hands.

I say let the rival
asshole cartel soldiers

take each other
out in the fight.

As the Jimenez network
scrambles to recover,

our window of
opportunity is narrow.

We need to act now.

You're right, Angela,
time is of the essence.

Hit the streets, and
see what you find,

- and report back to me.
- Thank you.

So what, now you just
magically have no suspicions

- of her at all?
- I didn't say that.

But for now, until you two
show up with something real,

this is the plan.

- Why the fuck are you late?
- Shit was crazy.

Truck got searched
at the prison gate.

So they got my fucking weight?

Nah, we got it through,
but something wasn't right.

- I mean, they singled us out.
- What?

How long you been running
shit through there for?

- Years.
- Years?

Yeah, some shit
don't sound right.

- So why now?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What, you got a
snitch in your crew?

I don't think we got a snitch.

Hey, Joey, thanks
for the heads up.

- I known my guys forever.
- All right, all right.

Listen, put a slow roll on
things till you hear from us.

All right? All right.

I don't fucking like it.

All right, maybe Romano
was running his mouth,

but maybe we got
a snitch among us.

Or maybe they
tightened up security

'cause two guards got dead.

You talk to anybody about
what we got going on?

Did I talk to anybody... you blaming
me for the truck getting stopped?

Hey, I'm just saying
you're a fucking wild card.

- I don't know what you'll do.
- Ooh, Sammy.

I'm a fucking wild card.
You know what, my man?

I don't think I like where
you going with this.

I don't really give a fuck
what you fucking think you like.

All right,
all right. Hey, Sammy.

- Calm down and back off.
- Me?

Yes, you. Tommy
gave us the shit.

It's his product.

Why the hell would
he fuck with it?

Come on, you have one setback.

- Don't let it screw with your head.
- My head's fucking straight.

- What's the matter with you?
- Sammy.

Your head ain't straight.
You need a beer.

What'd you say, Sammy?
Maybe something stronger?

- You want one, Dad?
- Yeah.

This conversation ain't
over. Something ain't right.

No one followed you, right?

Who do you think
you are? Men in Black?

No. Now what gives?

I gotta pick my daughter
up in 30 minutes.

We want
you to wear this wire

next time you meet
with St. Patrick.

Are you high on crack
cocaine? Ju... no fucking way.

We need proof Angela
is the consigliere.

Steer St. Patrick into
admitting that on tape

- and your problems are over.
- Not gonna do it.

That sounds like
a "you" problem.

Not mine.

How would a federal indictment
impact the custody hearing?

Wearing a wire on a client.

That goes against
everything I stand for.

- Sorry, fellas.
- Think about it, Joe.

You want the
cokehead to get your daughter?

If I were to do this,
I need a proffer.

Guarantee that
all this goes away

no matter what he
says or doesn't say.

It's a deal.

Mm.

Let's be clear, I'm not gonna
be at your beck and call,

running into the city
every time you say so.

Okay, I hope that shit makes
you feel better, 'cause you're here.

Look, I talked to
the accountants.

It seems that we've reached
our financial goals for the QCP,

despite your sticky fingers.

We just reached our
goals. I was gonna call you.

No, you weren't,
but that's okay.

Look, I wanna plan a
ribbon-cutting ceremony, okay?

I want press in attendance.
I want local children.

I want a dedication
plaque for Raina...

I was planning to wait until
I announce my candidacy.

And Rashad, how does
that benefit me or Queens?

Big moves. More press attention.

From better outlets. You
see, governors, James,

- are national news.
- Smart.

And yet somehow it still
smells like your typical bullshit.

- It can be both, James.
- Hmm.

Deal.

I'll cut the ribbon, you
throw your hat in the ring.

And no one knows you're
an embezzling son of a bitch.

Ah, come on, brother.

There are far worse
things I can be.

You should know.

It's not every day you find a
human head inside a nightclub.

Well, the local police
already came through.

I don't know why the U.S.
Attorney's Office would get involved.

Although, it's good to
see you again, Ms. Valdes.

I want information to take
down Alicia Jimenez now.

With Diego gone, we both know

the Jimenez cartel will crumble.

And you are a dead man walking,

whether on the
street or in jail.

Witness protection.
One-time offer.

Only way out alive.

I could ruin you

and James with what I know.

People already know
about me and James.

Same way you do.

Sure, I could lose my job,

but you could get the
needle and lose your life.

Then what kind of
father would you be?

What's it gonna be, Andre?

You help me get
Alicia off the street,

and it helps us both.

Believe it or not, that
squiggly, crazy writing,

it says Xanax. And the
big ones is Oxycontin.

- Huh?
- Pharmaceutical grade.

- It's the best shit out there.
- No shit.

- Got any Tums?
- Tums? You crazy.

- I got Viagra, though.
- Sold.

- You got all this stuff from the Serbs?
- Yep.

They must
be easier to deal with

- than the Mexican savages, huh?
- Oh, no, not even.

The Serbs make the
Mexicans look like Boy Scouts.

- They eat their enemies.
- Come on, that ain't true.

I'm serious. The rest of
their food is real good, though.

How the hell did
you hook up with these guys?

This guy Milan came
around, scouted out Ghost.

You know, of course,
we had to get rid of him.

I almost lost my
head because of that.

That's my son, always
a survivor, right?

And when are we
gonna see Ghost again?

No, he ain't got nothing to do
with this part of the business.

- Tommy.
- Unbelievable.

Jesus, speak of the devil.

What's up, bro?

- What you want?
- I just wanna talk.

Talk.

- I mean, in private.
- Oh, no, we ain't doing this.

That's all right. I
gotta go see Sammy.

- It's nice to see you, James.
- You too, Tony.

- Bye, Tommy.
- Hey, Grims.

- Walk my father out.
- Yeah.

You need to stop this bullshit

about telling people
where they can be.

Tommy, I'm not about
to talk about Kanan, man,

in front of Teresi.

Plus, I wanna make
sure we good. We good?

Tasha and Tariq both said
that you had nothing to do with it,

so I gotta believe 'em.

You gotta believe 'em?

I don't know how
to trust you, Ghost.

I'm out there setting
up to kill Dre...

Which we still
gotta do, by the way.

- How?
- What do you mean "how"?

That head shit is
all over the news.

He got mad heat from the cops.

They gonna be all
over him for a minute.

Look, I got product
I gotta distribute.

And you got a son that you
need to straighten the fuck out.

- Yeah, Tariq is fucked up.
- Man, if he was my boy...

- But he ain't your boy.
- Oh, okay.

Look, man, you know
what I mean, all right?

I'll worry about Tariq.
You worry about Teresi.

By the way, why would
you bring him here?

Come on, Tommy,
you can't trust him.

And when you're
so close to someone,

you can't really see 'em.

You mean, like you?

This the last time
I'm gonna tell you,

this ain't none
of your business.

And he's doing more to
help me and my business

- than you are right now.
- Your business?

Yeah, he's getting my product into
the Manhattan Correctional Center.

We making a lot
of money together.

Well, whoopity-fuckin'-do,
Tommy.

Let me tell you something,
brother, when this shit goes down,

and you know it will, just
remember I told you so.

And because I did,
keep your brother's name

out your motherfuckin'
mouth, all right?

Oh, yeah, out my mouth. Gone.

Be happy never to say
your fuckin' name again.

Tommy, I heard that.

It don't feel right. Mmm.

What are you all
twisted up about?

Listen, Tony, you
ain't gonna like this,

but me and Joey, we got
some concerns about Tommy.

And we think he
could be a snitch.

You're out of your mind.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Well, alls I know is,

we've been running this scam for 20
years, we ain't never had a problem.

Now we're doing it a couple of weeks
with Tommy, we're getting stopped.

- Well, it don't make any sense.
- Huh?

There'd be no reason for
Tommy to fuck with his own money.

What I'm saying is, the
pipeline's up and running.

We know who the connect
is. Listen, we got money.

We got everything
we ever wanted.

You gotta turn Tommy
over to the Feds now.

You're a fucking mind
reader, you know that?

That is exactly
what I was thinking.

- Yeah?
- Exactly.

We gotta turn
Tommy in to the Feds.

How you planning on doing that?

I'm just gonna tell the bastards
about Tommy calling me

while I was inside and ordering
the kill on that federal agent,

Mike Sandoval, right?
I got full immunity.

But it'll roll up
Tommy and Ghost.

You and me, rolling
in the cash, buddy.

You know,

I was starting to think you
were getting soft on the kid.

You're a ruthless
motherfucker.

I love you for that.

Look, man, I...

I just wanna make
sure that we're good.

Look, man, we good.

There's no bad blood, all right?

You're her man right now.

I know how to take
orders. You're on the rise.

Nah, man, see, I'm...
I'm not on the climb.

Right? I didn't ask
her for the promotion.

- She just gave it to me.
- Look, it makes sense.

I'm cool.

Let me just lay
low for a little bit

until shit cools down, you know?

But, you know, go
be that go-to guy.

Don't want nobody else to
replace me but you, I promise.

All right? Anything
else you wanna say?

Well...

just wanted to let you
know that she asked me

to come to her spot at
the Ridgebury tonight.

Okay. And what she
wanna talk about?

Shit, man, from the way
that bitch was talking,

I think she want
to give me that ass.

Oh.

She wanna give you that ass ass.

Okay. Okay.

- A'ight, my man. There you go.
- All right.

Give her that "papi chulo"
shit you're always talking about.

Yeah, my nigga, my "i993-".

Yeah. All right, man,
I'm glad we good.

- No, we're great, man.
- All right.

- All right, man.
- All right.

Yeah.

- Vincent.
- Yo.

Kid says
he wants to talk to you.

What kid?

Ah, what're you doing here?

Saw what happened to
your man on the news.

Decent
guy. Well, to me, at least.

- Saved my ass.
- Yeah, me too.

It's fucked up how
he went down and shit.

Got a whole bunch of his weight.

Could you help me move it?

How old are you?

Old enough to wanna
make some money.

I go to school in Connecticut.

I move the pills and
shit up there with ease.

But this shit |'ma
need help with.

I don't know, kid.

I don't know anything about you.

You could trust me.

I wouldn't be here if I
had somewhere else to go.

Okay, one time.
We'll see how it goes.

Now, get out of here before
your parents come lookin'.

- I need a favor.
- What?

You know where I
could get a fake ID?

You know, it's a long
time since I was Ghost's driver,

but I dropped you off here once.

I guess you were too busy playing
wifey to notice the change in help.

Blackmail won't work.

You may be loyal to your
boss, but it won't save you.

If I talk, I'm dead.

I'll protect you, Andre.
Tell me what you know.

WITSEC will put you
far away from Alicia.

Give me Alicia, Andre.

All right. There's
a drop tonight.

She made me get her
a suite at the Ridgebury.

She's meeting her
distro, Cristobal.

Cristobal's her
distro now, not you?

- When did that change?
- Are you gonna go get them or not?

If the information you
give me checks out,

and I take Alicia down,
I'll get you WITSEC.

All right, we got a deal.

Dre seems like the revenge type.

Yes, he is.

But I think he's afraid of you.

As he should be.

And you...

Hm?

I don't
want to, I have to.

- Ah, sorry.
- Puta madre.

People who have this phone,
they really know when to use it.

Bueno.

Hello? Bueno.

FBI, don't move.

Hands up.

Alicia Jimenez.

You're under arrest for murder,
drug trafficking, racketeering,

and conspiracy. Get
her the hell out of here.

Get the fuck off me.

Yes, yes, yes, we had
a big win for us today.

And I congratulate AUSA
Angela Valdes on a job well done.

Thank you.

This has been a
historic win for our office.

Thank you so
much for your efforts.

Mazel Tov on the
biggest win of your career.

Close the door.

Who is your snitch?

- What?
- You and Saxe have a secret Cl.

I'm your boss. I
just had a huge win.

I am not going anywhere.
Who is your goddamned snitch?

His name is Tony Teresi.

He's Tommy Egan's father.

Now, why was that
so fucking difficult?

Ah.

Oh. Assholes.

Yeah.

Tony! Haven't heard
from you in a while, brah.

Just wondering if we're,
uh... If we're still friends.

I've been busy.
It's not a good time to talk.

We're getting those photos
to Vincent Ragni today

if you don't give us something
on Tommy and St. Patrick.

St. Patrick? You
mean Ghost, right?

St. Patrick is Ghost. No shit.

Give us something we don't know.

Mike Sandoval.

How the fuck do
you know that name?

How do you
think I know that name?

You were in the
same facility with Mike.

Did you have something
to do with his death?

I got full immunity, remember?

Yeah, that's a guarantee.

I took care
of that hit on the inside.

But it was ordered
by St. Patrick.

Ghost.

What about Tommy Egan?

Tommy didn't have
nothing to do with it.

It's honestly...

Tommy's kept me at arm's
length about anything important.

I got nothing on him.

But I can
give you St. Patrick,

Ghost, on a stake.

All right, you're coming in
tomorrow to verify everything.

Don't leave town,
old man. We'll find you.

Fuck you.

What the hell was that?

I was, uh... I was keeping
these pricks at arm's length.

We talked about this.

You said you were
gonna hand over Tommy.

It ain't like that at all.

Instead I hear you clear him
of a murder he asked you to do.

- It ain't like it looks.
- Bullshit.

- No, come on.
- You had a fucking gun to my head.

This ends with a
bullet in my back?

- Egan is going down!
- What, you don't trust that I would do

- the right thing?

Well, I haven't spent a
whole lot of time with you

for the past 25 years, right?

So I don't think I
really know you.

Hey, what the fuck is going on?

I'll tell you what
the fuck is going on.

Your father...

- Get off him!
- God damn it.

What the fuck just happened?

I found our snitch.

It was him.

It was Sammy?
After all this time?

I know. He was gonna
drop a dime on us.

Right?

You gonna help me get
rid of the body or what, son?

Come on. There's garbage
bags underneath the kitchen sink.

I said I would call you.

It's about Tommy.

What, is he in some kind
of trouble or something?

I think we all might be.

Did you know Tommy's
father was still alive?

Uh, yeah, Teresi. I
found out not too long ago.

What's going on?

He's talking to the
U.S. Attorney's Office.

I said it. I knew we
couldn't trust this old snake.

Is this why he got
a early release?

- Looks like it.
- So what do they know?

I'm just finding out about this.

Can you tell me
what Teresi knows?

- He knows a lot, Angie.
- About me?

About all of us.

- You need to tell Tommy.
- Good luck with Tommy believing me.

Make him believe you.

Otherwise we're all going down.

I'll handle it.

That shit will
give you cancer anyway.

That's the damn truth.

Yep.

I think you got the
wrong place, pal.

Looking for Vincent.
Name's James.

I seen
you in the paper.

I'm Vincent. What
can I do for you?

Well, Vincent, I have
some information you need.

Oh, okay. Take a seat.

So what information is Tommy
Egan's very public best friend

and former business partner
have that I need to know?

Tony Teresi. He's
a criminal informant.

How do you know?

Let's just say I confirmed
it with a credible source.

Okay, let's get to the point.

You didn't come here
to give me information.

You want something, right?

You must want it awful bad

to risk coming here
after what you did.

So, what? You can't have
Tony get dirt on Tommy, right?

'Cause then he gets dirt on you.

Ain't that right, Ghost?

Yeah, I know.

Mm.

Kanan told you I put
that hit out on you.

Well, that was
bullshit. He lied.

But you don't want Tony getting
dirt on Tommy either, right?

'Cause you're moving his weight.

Tony doesn't know any
details about me and Tommy.

Yeah, but now that
you're not fucking

with either one of them,
can you really be so sure?

If Tommy Egan finds out
the truth about Tony Teresi,

he'll take care of
him for both of us.

We won't have to
lift a fucking finger.

And he won't come
back at us for revenge.

So then tell him.

My relationship with
Tommy is a bit complicated.

He may not believe
it coming from me.

My relationship with
him ain't much better.

But he's your
connect, Vincent, right?

You tell him that
if he clips Tony,

it'll get him back
in good with you,

that you'll move
his weight again.

It'll appear to be a
win-win for both of you.

And then when Tony is gone,

well, you tell Tommy whatever
the fuck you wanna tell him.

You and me?

We got nothing to lose, Vincent.

Except for a rat.

Remember
the key talking points.

The Mike Sandoval murder.

Your job today is to
get St. Patrick to admit

that Angela is the
one that told him

about Sandoval in prison.

You know, you two
could be disbarred

for even asking me to do this.

This is literally the worst
thing a lawyer could ever do.

Yet somehow I feel
like you've done worse.

Oh, and don't try and
play us or fuck this up,

or your life is over.

Where's my proffer?

I walk out of here
wearing this, we are done.

You don't back
Lindsay in family court.

Elisa Marie stays with
me. And I don't hear shit

from the two of you ever again.

- Deal.
- Whatever you say, boss.

I'm gonna hang onto
this until after we're done.

What, you think
I'm a fucking idiot?

I'm not gonna answer that, but
what if St. Patrick searches you?

Oh, well, then
he'll find the wire,

and I'd say that's a
way bigger problem.

See you around, fellas.

My man, Joe
Proctor, attorney at law.

Becoming a thing, huh? You
visiting clients in the middle of the day.

I got a empty office
back here, if you need it.

Nah.

So what's
up? You all good?

You seem a bit, I
don't know, nervous.

Yeah, no, I'm
a||... I'm all good.

All right.

It's funny, James.

- Actually, you're not my client anymore.
- What do you mean?

Well, I mean, since
I've been reinstated,

you haven't paid me a
retainer, so technically,

you haven't hired me back yet.

You
want a check. I got you.

No, no, no, nothing like
that. I'm just-I'm just saying,

I'm not really
representing you anymore.

Yeah, but we're beyond
that anyway, right?

I figure it's like
what you said.

Who did I come to
when I was in trouble?

I came to you. Why?
Because you are family.

You're right.

You are family.

100%.

What's going on, Proctor?

Joe, what're you doing?

Just gotta ask you a question.

Mike Sandoval. The Feds
have been sniffing around.

Mike Sandoval, the prosecutor who
framed me for Greg Knox's murder.

Why are we talking about him?

Well, how did you
know where he was?

I didn't know where he was.

What, Terry Silver
didn't tell you?

I mean, I have it on good
information that he knew.

Silver said nothing.
Plus, how would he know?

That's right.

Right, the only people who knew where
they were holding Sandoval were the Feds.

Which brings me to a question.

Do you think Angela
could've known?

James.

No, because after I was cleared,

Angela was on the
outs with all the Feds.

Plus, Angela's the one
who shot Sandoval, so,

why would they tell her
where he was going?

There's no way
she could've known?

No is the same in every
fucking language, Joe.

Well, then...

I guess we have no idea what
happened to Mike Sandoval.

No idea.

Then, uh, we got
nothing else to talk about.

What the fuck
is wrong with you, huh?

It's the Feds, James,
they're all over my ass, okay?

They want me to
hand you in, but I'm not.

And this is your
fucking solution?

- No!
- Proctor.

I would not do that.
It's not what it looks like.

Throw you over this
motherfucker, Joe.

You think I would
tell you I was hot

if I wanted to give you up?

Then what the fuck's
going on? Fucking talk.

The Feds, okay?

They are gonna try to get
Angela to turn against you.

If they get evidence against
her, she will flip in a heartbeat

and serve you up on
a silver fucking platter.

Why should I doubt her?

Because
it's the fucking truth.

I've been telling you the
truth ever since this bitch

came into the picture.

But her magical
little fucking pussy

seems to twist all my
words around in your head.

- Proctor.
- James.

You need to listen to me.

They are going in hard.

She needs to go.

So what are you gonna tell 'em?

I'm gonna tell them

that I didn't get
anything from you today.

But the real question is,

what is she telling
them right now?

Yeah, I've warned
you before, haven%|?

About choosing
yourself over her.

You can't have it both ways.

Make the right decision.

Choose yourself.

Or you will be doing life.

There he
is. What's good, my G?

You miss my product or just me?

Give me some good
news, my Italian friend.

Wish I had some better news
for you. Please take a seat.

All right. I know you ain't
just calling me down here

to shoot the shit.
So, what's up?

- Hold up. Hey, Nicola.
- Yeah, Tommy?

Get me a pasta fagioli.

Teresi's a snitch.

What the fuck did you just say?

Your father has been
talking to the Feds.

- You got that shit wrong.
- No, I don't.

All right, look.

Maybe you know somebody
in your organization

been talking to the
Feds, but it ain't my dad.

This gots to be
some kind of mistake.

I wish it was, but it ain't.
And it all checks out.

Nah. Wait, I... I seent
this motherfucker.

Wait, where the fuck
did you get these?

- Doesn't matter.
- It fucking...

- What this got to do with me?
- Okay.

Why am I here?

We need you to
take your father out.

You... get the fuck out of here!

Do you even hear what
you asking me to do?

Yeah, I do. But I ain't asking.

This is an order
from the family.

Fuck that. That ain't my family.

That's your family.

He is my family.

You wanna trust this rat?

You're gonna spend the
rest of your life in a prison cell.

But either way,
you're fucking dead.

Sorry for your loss, kid.

- Thanks.
- Sign here.

Here are your father's ashes.

You all right?
You've been quiet.

Yeah, I'm good.

Man, I hate going to see Connie
in this goddamned hospice.

I do not wanna go that way.

Yeah, me either.

You know, you never did tell
me how you got out the joint.

The details.

It was a...

it was a dirty detective,
worked my cases.

told 'em all along.

This fucker has been
setting guys up for years.

I ought to sue
the city, you know,

for every nickel they got.

I looked into it.

Don't check out.

Bullshit.

Who'd you check it out with?

- I got friends.
- Yeah?

Who you been talking to?

Question is, who
you been talking to?

What the hell is going on?

What is this, Tommy?

I just wanna know
who you really are.

Tommy, I'm sorry...

I ever tell you who
this ring belonged to?

- No.
- Yeah.

It once belonged to
somebody very close to me.

Somebody I love and trusted.

But then she went
behind my back.

She gone now.

You better go see your wife.

You're not gonna...

We'll finish this conversation
when you get back.

Hi, gorgeous.

How're you feeling?

The doctor said that the only
thing they can do for me now

is keep me comfortable.

- I'm comfortable.

I wanna tell you,

marrying you was the
only smart thing I ever did.

Something's up.
What's up with you?

Tommy knows, doesn't he?

- Yeah, he knows.
- Oh, God.

That kid would've stormed
the gates of hell for you.

You were gonna just
sell him down the river.

- Honey, that's...
- Really?

Well, that's the
thing, Con, I'm...

I'm not gonna sell
him down the river.

He's my kid.

You know?

I just told the Feds
that so they'd let me out

so I could be with you.

Is that the truth?

Tommy's not going anywhere.

Oh, thank God.

Oh, that's the man I married.

I love you, Connie.

See you tomorrow.

Are you taking me to Vincent?

I know. You gotta
do what you gotta do.

I thought we was family.

Hey, we are family, okay?

We don't know each
other all that well, but...

- Don't.
- L-Listen, I'm just saying...

- Nah.
- You don't understand.

I do understand. Stop.

Why'd you let me go see Connie?

I didn't do it for you.

I did it for her.

You got every right
to be upset with me,

but I gotta tell you,
getting to know you,

I couldn't be prouder.

You're the best son
that a father could have.

I will be the son,

even though you could
never be the father.

You're not taking me
to Vincent, are you?

I'm taking you home, Dad.

- Oh.
- You should stop talking.

Vincent ain't gonna forget this.

And he ain't gonna let it
go. You gotta know that.

Ah.

I told the Feds I was
gonna drop a dime on you.

Then I got to know you.

And I couldn't do it.

I just couldn't.

You're a good man, Tommy.

I couldn't be prouder of you.

A little too late, Dad.

"

Tommy.

What's the matter?

Teresi.

You was right.

I told you a million
times. You're too trusting.

30h!'

30h!'

I fucking killed him, Ma.

You did the right thing.

I didn't see that there
were any meetings

scheduled for tonight.
What's this about?

What is going on here?

A little visual aid just in
case you get confused

about which drug dealer
you're aiding and abetting today.

We're charging
you with conspiracy.

You're a part of this
criminal organization,

and you're gonna
pay for your crimes.

You don't have any
proof against me.

When I told you Tony Teresi
was our Cl, it was a test.

We found the body
tonight, Angela.

How well did you
protect your Cl?

- That's not the question.
- Yeah, the question is,

who did you tell?

No more games, Angela.

Now you are gonna give us
everything you have on St. Patrick,

and everybody you
are both affiliated with.

Or else you are going
down right along with them.

30h Oh!'

30h Oh!'