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Previously on "Power"...

Ghost ain't here.
He don't exist!

I'm number one now. I'm gonna get you
the best product at the best price.

Lobos was stabbed in custody.

And everything we ever wanted
can happen now.

- What's our new hustle?
- The club is the new hustle.

Shipment was light.
The other primeras might get pissed.

Can you think of a reason why Lobos
wouldn't send the full amount?

We have to make it look like
you're dead.

If your money's moving,
it means you're alive to move it.

- Felipe Lobos is alive.
- What?

He survived the attack in prison.

Tommy, we need to talk, man.

Tomas, did you forget our deal?

Ghost needs to be dead soon.

- Otherwise...
- Holly?

Your little family,
they won't be safe.

♪ They say this is
a big, rich town ♪

♪ I just come from
the poorest part ♪

♪ Bright lights, city life,
I gotta make it ♪

♪ This is where it goes down ♪

♪ I just happen to come up hard ♪

♪ Legal or illegal, baby,
I gotta make it ♪

♪ I never took
a straight path nowhere ♪

♪ Life's full of twists and turns,
bumps and bruises ♪

♪ I live, I learn, I'm from that city full
of yellow cabs and skyscrapers ♪

♪ It's hard to get a start
in these parts without paper ♪

♪ Homie, I grew up in hell,
a block away from heaven ♪

♪ That corner every 15 minutes,
they moving seven ♪

♪ Pure snow, bag it,
then watch it go ♪

♪ Occupational options,
get some blow or some hos ♪

♪ Shoot the ball or the strap,
learn to rap or to jack ♪

♪ Fuck it, man, in the meantime,
go 'head and pump a pack ♪

♪ This my regal, royal flow,
my James Bond bounce ♪

♪ That 007,
that's 62 on my count ♪

♪ I'm an undercover liar,
I lie under the covers ♪

♪ Look a bitch in the eyes
and tell her, baby, I love ya ♪

♪ You're my inspiration,
you're my motivation ♪

♪ You're the reason that
I'm moving with no hesitation ♪

♪ They say this is
a big, rich town ♪

♪ Yeah, I just come from
the poorest part ♪

♪ Bright lights,
city life, I gotta make it ♪

♪ This is where it goes down ♪

- ♪ Oh, yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I just happen to come up hard ♪

♪ Legal or illegal, baby,
I gotta make it ♪

♪ Stop and all along ♪

♪ I've been behind you ♪

♪ I've been behind you ♪

♪ All along, stop ♪

♪ And all along ♪

♪ I've been behind you ♪

♪ I've been behind you ♪

Baby.

♪ I need to get some distance ♪

♪ 'Cause lately I have found ♪

♪ Like I know how to save your life ♪

♪ Far too well ♪

♪ Don't know if you noticed ♪

♪ But you hangin' right off the edge ♪

What is so important that
we couldn't discuss on the phone?

I need you to get a message
to our friend Lobos.

Word on the street is Lobos died
from gettin' stabbed in the slammer.

I heard he got stabbed.

I didn't hear
he actually kicked, though.

You looking for confirmation?

I'm looking for a location.
Have a seat.

- You want a drink?
- No, I'm good.

I need to know where he is.

I know you got
connections, Proctor,

and I know you can use those
connections to get me what I need.

Yes, I can...

but the question is
whether I should.

See, you asking means
you already know more than I do.

You're not exposed right now.

Keep it that way.

Yeah, but when this is all over,
I'm done for good.

I no longer need you.

L just got to make sure it's over.

You know, it's too bad you can't ask
your ex-girlfriend, the prosecutor,

'cause she would know
where to find him.

Actually,
Angela and I are still together.

Oh, man.

You got to teach me whatever it is
you know about women,

because she should hate
your breathing guts by now.

And she would if I keep going
to her for information.

That's why I need you.

I think we could actually be successful
with this John Doe prosecution of Lobos

even without a witness against him,

but there's no way we can do it
without bringing in the files

- from Texas and California.
- I don't know, Angela.

Involving the other states could open
us up to forum shopping for Kessler.

He could request a change of venue.

We make the argument
that he was arrested here.

We have the strongest case.

I want to review the files from the other
jurisdictions and talk to their agents.

Why don't I get those files for you?

The request can be filled faster
if I make it,

- especially by my former office.
- Great.

- Saxe, what's up?
- Was that Angela?

What did she want that she had
to come to you on the sly,

she couldn't share
with the group?

Why are you here?

You don't seem to be sharing
with the group.

I had an idea.

We told Judge Cross that we would
solve the attempt on Lobos's life.

Maybe we should.

Yeah, I said that,
but there's nothing to solve.

We know it was the Jimenez.

The identity of the hitter
doesn't really matter

since he's clearly
already incarcerated.

But if we prove
it was the Jimenez,

we can potentially add that murder
to the list of charges

when we eventually bring
Diego Jimenez to trial, right?

Got to land
the big whale sometime.

Do I have your blessing?

Yeah, go for it,
but I doubt you'll find the guy.

It's probably a waste of your time.

Tommy, we need to talk, man.

It's Ghost.

Who was on the phone?

They had the wrong number.

Flyers look good.

I bet we get a call, find Bell.

L just hope she's not hurt.

Look, Holl, if we don't find her,

I promise I'll get you another one.

You can't just replace Bell.

That's like saying if you died,

I'm just gonna go out
and fuck another guy right away.

Jesus, Holly,
that's a fucked-up thing to say.

That's my point.

Look, I want Bell
just like I only want you.

I want Bell, and I'm not gonna be
able to sleep until we find her.

I'm sure we'll find her.

Thanks for letting me
take the kids to Angela's.

I didn't do it for you.

You know, when my dad left,
I hardly saw him at all.

They deserve better.

Why are you really here?

I need you to get this check
to Tommy.

You sure we can afford this

now that you only have
club money coming in?

It's not our money, Tasha.
It's Tommy's.

Closed the laundromats,
all the original Truth accounts.

It's his half of everything,
all the businesses.

After Tommy gets this check,
we're officially closed for business.

I'm out.

We are not partners anymore.

Why don't you tell him
that yourself?

Because he won't return
my calls, okay?

- He don't want to see me.
- Well, he doesn't want to see me.

Looks like I'm collateral damage
in whatever happened between y'all.

Can you just reach out
to Tommy for me?

Today.

Did you hear from Lobos
about why we keep getting

half the motherfucking weight?

Look, Lobos is stuck in the joint,

and we selling the story
that he dead in the streets,

so motherfucker got problems,
all right?

Probably had to scale down his moves
for a minute while he plays dead,

- so slow your roll, man.
- All right.

What am I gonna tell our new
primera friends when we can't deliver

the amount of fuckin' weight
we promised them, Tommy?

Yo, maybe

we should step on the product,
cut it up, right?

- Make everybody fucking happy.
- We ain't doing that.

- Why not?
- The move is short-minded, man.

I'm not gonna compromise
the product.

That would ruin
my name in the street.

Change of management
doesn't mean change in product.

- Then what we gonna do?
- I don't know.

Why don't you fucking let me think?

How long have you
been back in town?

Long enough to know that
you're not welcome here.

Look, Tommy doesn't want
to talk to you or Ghost.

I think he'll change his mind
when we talk about money.

Not so fast.
Your name ain't on this check.

How much is that for?

You'll find out when you
tell Tommy to come see me.

He knows my number.

We both work for Lobos.
We're on the same side.

I'm looking for your help here.

If we knew the name of the man
who stabbed Lobos,

- he'd already be dead.
- Well, he's not.

And if somebody else finds him before
we do, Lobos could have a problem.

We let everyone believe it's the Jimenez
so there aren't any loose ends,

but if the hitter fingers Ghost,
then Ghost can turn witness

and testify against Lobos.

Trust me, if that happens...

No! No, no, no.

Fuck that.

My kids are not spending the night
over at no side piece's house, ever.

- That bitch is a drive-by.
- She ain't a drive-by.

He parked.

And if I act badly,
the kids are the only ones who suffer.

- You're being way too nice.
- I'm being an adult, Keisha.

Trust me, if it wasn't for them kids,
I'd throw the bitch down the stairs.

You the right amount of wrong,

or you could punch that bitch
in the throat with that big-ass ring of...

Tasha, where your ring at?

Do not tell me he asked you
to give that shit back.

He wouldn't try it.

It's worth more to me gone.

You sold it? You that pressed?

I'm not pressed for money, not yet.

I'm just... I'm over it, Keisha.

I'm not playing make-believe
with Ghost anymore.

The Ghost I knew is gone.

Well, look,

if you ever need some extra cash,

you could always do the books
around here for me.

I know you always
got my back, girl,

and I appreciate that,
but I'm good.

I'll let you know, though,
if anything changes.

I might need you.

All right, well, I'ma go finish
this weave real quick.

- Yeah, help her out.
- Stop.

Got some big spenders over there...

Four bottles of Effen,
and it's still early.

My kind of people.

Hey, here they are.

I'm James St. Patrick,
the club owner.

Hey, bae, hold my piece.

- Andy. This is Alby.
- Andy.

- Hey, Alby, pleasure.
- Hey, great place you got here, bro.

Thanks, man.
You know, we... we try.

- Well, we love it. Don't we love it?
- Love it. Yeah, we'll be back.

- Creatures of habit, we are.
- All right, well, you know what?

You should make a habit of
coming to Verbatim, my new spot.

New? Yeah, I thought
that was a Stern place.

Used to be.

Now it's mine.

- You know DJ Ta}, fight'?
- Yeah, DJ Ta}? He's the shit.

Well, he'll be spinning at the re-launch
party, so you should come through.

Yeah, honestly, mate,
Verbatim, it's kind of tired,

but if Taj is there,
I'll swing by.

Sounds good. I'll comp you.

Make sure you bring all these
beautiful ladies too, okay?

- Sounds-sounds good.
- Sounds good.

- Hey, so cool of you, bro.
- No problem.

How about I swing by a new bottle?
That'll be on me.

- That's very good.
- All right.

I'll be right back with two VIP invites.
Don't shoot too many people with that.

What's up, Andre?

Look, man, I came to work
for you to help you out,

but you keeping me
out the loop, man.

What's up with that card
in that desk?

The one with the blood all over it.

What's up with you
looking in my desk?

The funny thing is I was looking
for a goddamn tie,

but that's not the fucking point.

I've seen that card before.

When I was inside, motherfucker
stuck this Puerto Rican nigga

and left a card just like that on top
of him while he bled the fuck out.

I heard it was some
Mexican Mafia shit or something.

- It's not the Mexican Mafia.
- Well, whatever it is,

you get a card like that,
it means you're in trouble.

It means we're in trouble.

Is that why you want me strapped?

Ghost, listen to me.

What you want me to do,
it'll get done, man.

I want you to go back downstairs.

I want you to get back to work.

And if I need help,
I'll ask you for that.

No, you won't, man.

- Thank you.
- And you, sir?

Nothing for me, thanks.

That's a first.

Not like you to pass up a meal.

I mean,
you love the pancakes here.

Just give me my money so I can
get the fuck out of here already.

What is going on with you?

I mean, I know you and Ghost got beef,
but that ain't got shit to do with me.

I don't know.

Maybe I had a little chat
with Kanan before he kicked.

He had a pretty fucking
interesting theory

about how we got set up
in the first place.

You want to hear it?

Little story about a broken taillight
and an anonymous tip from a woman?

Look, Tommy,
I don't know what Kanan...

Don't even try to fucking lie to me.

Ghost already copped to
the two of you setting him up.

Just eat your goddamn pancakes.

Okay, you want to talk
about lying?

How long was Ghost
fucking Miss Puerto Rico

before you told me?

Wait, you never did.

You lied to me about Kanan
for ten years like I was a fucking chump.

Tommy, we couldn't tell you, okay?

I mean, the fewer people
who knew about Kanan the better.

We had to do what was best
for you, for everyone.

Best for me?

Maybe that's why Ghost
started fucking Angela.

He was just doing
what was best for you.

It's like that?

Take your fucking money, Tommy.

The truth is, in both our cases,

Ghost had us doing
what was best for him.

I need security at my booth.

I hate being bothered
and people making requests...

so dodgy-

And I need the DJ booth moved
to the center of the dance floor.

The DJ booth
is up there to the left.

That's very nice for you, but I need
to be at the center of the event

so I can control the crowd.

All right, I'll try to get it done.

There's no trying involved,
is there?

Get the DJ booth moved to
the center of the dance floor

or I can't perform here.

The legendary DJ Taj.
It's great to meet you, man.

We're so excited for you to join us.

He doesn't shake hands.

- I really don't.
- I see.

- You see this shit?
- I was just saying to your employee,

I will be needing the DJ booth moved to
the center of the dance floor because...

You don't need to explain.
Consider it done.

- Get someone on it right way, all right?
- Cheers.

- I'll see you at sound check.
- See you then.

This motherfucker wants
a fresh quart of orange juice

delivered to him
every 30 minutes.

He think he Beyoncé
or something?

You know what, man?

He's gonna make us
a lot of fucking money.

He's the hottest DJ
in EDM right now, all right?

He's got a huge following,
and you can't show him a gun

and expect him to do
what you want him to do.

Come on, Andre,
it don't work that way.

- It's a club, man.
- Fuck him.

Sometimes you have to do
what you got to do.

Speaking of fucking which, I need to
get him to sign these damn contracts.

Can you handle the contracts?
Something just came up.

What's up?

I get it.
It's none of my business, right?

Just put the booth where he wants it
and get the contracts signed.

Yo, man, my dad's pissed
you skimped on our shit.

This order's half of
what you promised.

That's why I'm only taking
half the money.

- Now, what's the problem?
- Problem is not enough for profit.

We run out too quickly.

With no drugs,
we cannot hold territory.

I understand why you're mad.

You want more drugs.
I want more money.

If I had more drugs, I would gladly
take more of your money, but I don't.

The problem will be resolved
quickly, I promise.

- Your promise is worth shit!
- Hey.

We should go back to
our old connect.

I can't make you buy my drugs,

but it's gonna take you a long time
to find another connect

that will hook you up
with this quality.

Time is money.

Now, you want to waste money, or you
want to get this shit on the street?

We made a deal.

I have made promises
because of our deal.

I understand that,
but I ran into problems

that I couldn't have predicted,
and because of that...

This kind of shit makes us look bad
on the streets, homie.

The circumstances
were out of my hands...

but that will be remedied soon.

Next shipment,
which will be sooner than normal,

I'll throw in a couple of keys
on the house to make up for this...

inconvenience.

How's that sound?

We all have setbacks.

It is how we move forward
that is important.

Word up.

Domo arigato.

Yo, that's Japanese, son.

Do you even know
how offensive that shit is?

It is the effort that counts.

Stay for dinner, please.

Enjoy some of our services
on the house.

I got a lady and a pizza at home,

- but I appreciate the offer.
- Hey, hey.

Bro, you might be happily married,
but I ain't got no girl at home.

Slow your roll, tiger.

There'll be time for that.
We got work to do.

Shin, Dylan,
pleasure doing business with you.

Oh, shit.

What up, Dre?
The fuck you been hiding?

Shit, just grinding,
trying to get this paper, man.

- What's poppin', man?
- You don't look like you on no grind.

You look like you
about to go to court.

- You got a bail hearing, B?
- Nah, motherfucker.

I run three nightclubs, so I got to
dress like a goddamn citizen, man.

- Shit, what I miss?
- You ain't missing shit.

Same old, except remember Tru?

That nigga from down south?

He got clipped last week.

No reason... just wrong place,
wrong time.

Niggas be out here wilding for real.

Speaking of which, I ain't see
your boy Kanan in a minute.

Shit, ain't no telling
where he at, man.

Just thought maybe
he went corporate too.

Might see you niggas
on "Shark Tank“ and shit.

Whatever, man.

Yo, them clubs
be raking in that dough.

Or you wouldn't fuck with it.

I know you, nigga.
You a grimy street cat like me.

We need to hit they ass for a lick.

People buy drinks
with cash over there, right?

Got to be a lot of loot
up in that spot.

Nah, ain't the move, bro.

- Shit, this nigga's gone soft overnight.
- Fuck nah, man.

I'm just saying I just
started working over there,

so I don't know the ins and outs
of everything.

What I do know is
they got security cameras

and ex-militia
watching that front door.

I ain't getting sent back upstate for
nobody, especially your black ass.

Bad news is,
couldn't get a location on Lobos.

- How hard you try?
- I'm not a goddamn magician.

He's not in the system anymore.
You know what is in the system?

Death certificate.

You absolutely sure
Lobos is still alive?

Yes.

Someone's going to a lot of trouble
to make it look the other way.

Most likely,
he's in witness protection,

and you're fucked 'cause
he's halfway to Arizona by now.

Lobos wouldn't snitch.
Not his style.

Multiple stab wounds in the belly...

that could change a man's style.

If you're right,

I can only think of
one other option.

It's called a John Doe prosecution.

New York Feds have a history
with these cases.

Lobos will be tried
in a closed court.

No one knows his real name.

It only gets approved
when the identity of the defendant

is dangerous information in itself.

The person's life has to be
under credible threat.

So the attempt on his life...

Yup, probably caused
the U.S. Attorney

to go John Doe to keep him safe.

If this is a John Doe situation,

you got a better chance
of finding Jimmy Hoffa.

I see.

Does Lobos know
you tried to kill him?

- I never said I tried to kill him.
- Cut the shit.

I'm your attorney here,

and I need to know
if you're in real danger.

Do you think Lobos is
gonna make a move on you?

I don't know.

Well, if you don't know,
then you can't watch your back.

You need to ask Angela

how to find Lobos...

so you could close the issue.

I can't do that.

You may have to decide

between protecting your girl

or saving your own life.

I know which one I would choose.

What's up, baby?
You drunk already?

We didn't get one call
about Bell, not one.

Give it some time.

Those flyers only been up
for a minute.

I don't think we're gonna find her.
I think she's dead.

I brought you home
some big bucks.

That might make you happy.

Holy shit.

Can't believe we have
so much money.

- Yeah.
- It's legit.

Well, it will be
when I put it in the bank,

but I got a ton of shit to do, so...

I got nothing to do tomorrow.
I'll handle the thing for you.

Holly, Holly, I'll handle it.

Oh, come on, baby,
you want to handle something?

Handle this.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, you like that?

Fuck, yeah.

- Oh, yeah, I do.
- Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

You read my mind.

Come on, baby, come on.

Oh, fuck, yeah.

Julito, tell Tommy
to call me back.

Shit's going down
he needs to fucking know about.

Do whatever you got to do
to get him to hit me back.

- Steve.
- Yeah?

I want the lasers
to go through the smoke,

and I want the snow
to fall simultaneously.

All of this needs to happen at midnight,
but I want to see it now if I can.

My man.

All right, folks, thank you.

Thank you all for your hard work.

It looks beautiful.
We're gonna have a great time.

Thank you, guys.

- Looks great, doesn't it?
- It looks awesome.

- What's the word on Taj?
- I got some bad news.

DJ Taj just tweeted that he's playing
at Visage tonight across the street.

- How the fuck did this happen?
- Well, he went with a higher bidder.

Andre never made him
sign the contract.

I want to see Andre right away,
and get a replacement DJ for tonight.

Okay, I'm on it.

- Who owns the club across the street?
- I don't know.

Find out.

- Motherfuckers right there.
- Just hangin' out.

Hey, also, angel wings
and the group, they can come in.

Ladies.

Hey, cheers for the DJ, mate.

Hey.

Hey, aren't those the guys
from the VIP...

They're the owners of the club.
They scooped us.

Look, man, I'm sorry I fucked up.

I got a DJ coming tonight.

He's from my hood.
He's on his way right now.

Yeah? You know what?

Maybe next time we can get
the fucking dude

who runs the bodega
on the corner to spin.

- Yo, I'm hustling, man.
- No, your head ain't in the game.

You weren't so concerned
about my business,

maybe you wouldn't have
made this damn mistake.

He left right after sound check.

I thought I had time to do it
before he went on tonight.

Look, I don't know this shit.

I'm a hustler.
I-l know the streets.

If you want shit done a certain way, then
maybe you should do it yourself, bro.

Look, I'm on your team, man.

I'm mad too.

Look, they right there.

We can go fuck them
bitch-ass niggas up right now.

It'd make me feel better.

So you just gonna
let them punk you like that?

You know what?

Sometimes no response
is the best response.

So we not gonna make a move,
not right now, Andre.

They'd be expecting it.

We'll let them wait in fear.

We make a plan,
and then we attack.

Tasha, come in.

It takes a while to get used to
the childproof doorknobs.

Jamie didn't mention you were...

I didn't tell Ghost I was stopping by.

I needed to see where my kids
are gonna be.

Yasmine is potty training.

She doesn't like to go alone,
so you'll need to sit with her.

- I can do that.
- Good.

Make sure you
put her down around 7:30.

Read her a book.

Give her a sippy cup
with warm organic milk, 2%.

She won't drink anything else.
Whole is too creamy.

Skim isn't creamy enough.
It's a whole thing.

L-I covered
all the electrical outlets

and got latches on the cabinets.

You still need corner guards
for the coffee table.

And keep all sharp objects

out of Yasmine's reach, mm-kay?

- Your eye level or higher.
- Absolutely.

Other than that...

the place looks good.

Smaller than I pictured.

Where are Tariq and Raina
gonna sleep?

Are their bedrooms this way?

It's just our room in there.

Jamie said the kids would be okay
on the floor with sleeping bags.

If that doesn't work for you...

No, it's fine. They'll be fine.

I think we've covered it, so...

Tasha?

Thank you.

You wanted him,
you wanted them, okay?

Remember that.

You better be sure
you're ready for this.

I can't just deposit the check?

L just need a signature
on a couple of documents.

It's standard procedure
to fill out these IRS forms

when it comes to deposits
this large, miss.

I assume you're authorized by
Mr. Egan to sign for the account?

If you could just provide me
with a photo ID,

I can get started with the process.

And which account did you
want to deposit it in,

the personal checking
or the LLC?

If you'd just punch in
the security code and the password,

I can access the account online,
and we could expedite the process.

If you forgot the password,

I'm sure if we call Mr. Egan,
he could help.

- I'll just dial him up right now.
- No.

I don't want to bother him at work.

I'll come back.

- I don't want to go over there.
- It's just one night.

But why?
Why do we have to, like, sleep over?

Why can't we just come home?

Because your father wants you there.

Look, I want you both to be
on your best behavior.

Show this woman
how well you were raised.

All right, we will, but why do we have
to be punished for Dad's mistakes?

Tariq, you're not
being punished, okay?

Your father wants you
to be a part of his life.

- He loves you.
- Do you still love him, Mom?

Your father...

gave me you guys-

We're a family.

Come here.

Family is forever, okay?

It's never over.

Come here.

Come here.

What the hell were you thinking
going down there?

I was doing you a favor.
I was depositing your check.

I told you that I would
take care of it.

You weren't gonna do it,
so I figured I'd do it myself.

All right, from now on,
you don't make no moves

without talking about it
with me first, all right?

Not about nothing, you hear me?
But especially my fucking money.

I thought that was our money.

Even if it is, then you sure as shit
should have run it by me.

All right, if we're gonna
be in this for the long haul,

we got to be 100
with each other.

No lies, no...

sneaking around
each other's fucking backs.

'Kay, you're right.

It won't happen again.

I'm sorry.

Bet.

I won't make any moves
without talking to you first,

but you got to let me help.

If we're gonna be partners,
then let's be partners.

- What you want to do, partner?
- I don't know.

I thought maybe you could teach me
how to move the money around.

Then I could do it.

How did you set this all up?

I don't know.
Tasha did all that for me.

Tasha knows how to do this?

I thought her banking skills
were strictly withdrawal only.

Nah, T's real smart
about this kind of shit.

She studied fucking accounting.

She almost got her diploma
and everything.

Almost?

She married Ghost and quit school.

Look, I know Tasha's a bitch,
but maybe we should bring her in on this.

She can teach me
how to handle the money.

No, no way.

I don't want nothing to do
with those people.

You just said it. She's smart.

You and Ghost never
got nabbed by the IRS, right?

Look, since Ghost closed down
the laundromats,

we're gonna need to figure out
another way to handle the money.

Baby, I'm gonna fuck this up
if I do it on my own.

We use Tasha till I learn the ropes,
and then we get rid of her.

I Gotta go.

But we'll figure this out
together, okay?

Okay-

Together.

Together.

I was thinking about something.

If I had found
the location on Lobos...

you had a plan in place?

I did.

That's a loose end.

He doesn't know who I am.

He never did.

- You sure?
- I'm sure.

You're worth the money.

You have no idea.

It was you, right?

Why did you send it
back to the precincts?

Why did I send what
back to what precincts?

The evidence of the murders

the Jimenez ordered against
Lobos's New York Syndicate?

Vladimir and Drifty

and the attempt
on Lobos himself?

The La Arafia cards, the crime scene
photos, witness statements...

It's all been farmed
back out to the NYPD,

to the individual precincts.

It'll take months to get that back.

It's all gone, and oops,

no one signed the orders
to return it to the locals.

Well, that's just the kind of
sloppy thing you would do.

Okay, I know you
don't trust me, Saxe.

Hell, I probably wouldn't
trust me if I were you,

but I wasn't even here when that
evidence was gathered, remember?

I was suspended
because of Isabel.

Well, I'm sorry
if I'm jumping to conclusions.

Look, it's probably
some clerical error.

I'm waiting on evidence
from California.

You're looking for...
Wait, what are you looking for?

I'm trying to find the guy
who stabbed Lobos.

I want him to flip on the Jimenez

and give us cause
to prosecute them here too.

That guy's not gonna flip
on the Jimenez.

I don't know, Angela.
The death penalty makes people talk.

Dad, look, she only has four plates.

That's all we need, girl.
Here's Yasmine's plate right here.

Jamie, we need to talk.

- Hey.
- I thought we said 7:00.

- Didn't we say 7:00?
- We did.

The kids got dropped off
a little early. Sorry.

Hi!

Hi, everyone.

Oh, my goodness.

This is the little one.

Hello.

Hello.

The table looks lovely.

That's all Raina's doing.

Thank you.

- It's nice to meet you, Raina.
- Hi.

Tariq, welcome.

Your father talks about you
all the time.

I'm gonna get myself changed,
and then I'm all yours.

Okay, perfect.

Okay-

Perfect.

Okay, go play with your toys.

Raina, let me talk to you
for a minute.

Come on, Yas, you can play
with your toys right here.

Listen, kids,
I know it's hard...

but I want us
to really try, okay?

All right?

He knew where the cameras were.

Wait, wait, wait, stop that.

You back that up a little bit?

Right there, right there.

You zoom in on that?

Yeah, grab that for me. I want to
get a better look at that tattoo.

Okay-

Come on, come on.

You the motherfucker
that broke into my house?

Lobos sent you,
you fucking piece of shit?

English, motherfucker!

This better?

Mr. Lobos is a man
who does what he says,

and he doesn't like to ask
the same question twice, so...

YES.

I was in your home,
where you sleep,

where your woman sleeps.

Was the message received?

Oh, yeah,
I got the fucking message.

And what are you doing about
what you told Jefe you would do?

Ghost got in touch with me.

He wants to meet up tonight,
and when he shows...

I'ma put a fucking bullet
in his head.

Yo, but that shipment was light.

How the fuck am I
supposed to be Lobos's distro

if I ain't got enough shit
to distro?

The next shipment
will be in full after we fix,

unexpected cash flow problems.

- What are you still doing here?
- I found something, Mike.

L think I found the guy.

- The Lobos guy?
- The Lobos guy.

And I think he's still here in MCC.

I'm going there now to talk to him.

You want to come?

No, you go ahead.
We'll discuss it in the morning.

- Night, Saxe.
- Night.

Stick to the story.

Yeah, si.

- I have to take this.
- Yeah.

- We're clone?
- Yeah, we're done.

But you know what?

Me and you very soon are gonna
have to have a little talk about my dog.

You're a lawyer?

- What kind?
- I'm a prosecutor.

I put bad guys in jail.

And she had to make really
good grades in school to do that.

Dad, I get it.

So how'd you guys meet?

Actually, we met in high school.

So before you met Mom?

Hey, Tariq, I got you

your favorite video game.

You can play it now if you want.

- Everything's set up, I think.
- That TV's way too small.

My mom got a big screen at home.

Son, take one of these.

Show your old man how it's done.

- Go.
- You know you gonna lose, right?

How you gonna beat me
with sad moves like that?

Sad moves?
I'm about to whup you, man.

You is going...

Down!

- You need to get up. You too old.
- You right.

- Oh, man!
- Yeah, s'up?

This boy's kinda good.

He's not that good.

- I will beat you too.
- Angela, I need to take this.

You mind showing my son
how it's done?

- Me?
- Yeah. I'll be right back.

I used to play PlayStation
with my nephew sometimes.

How different could this be?

Did you get the check?

Yeah, I got it.

Any problem with the number?

Yo, you didn't call me
to shoot the shit.

What's up?

Look, man, it's... it's better
we meet and discuss it in person.

Yeah, all right.

Brooklyn Bridge Park, now.

♪ You don't know the life ♪

♪ They've come for me ♪

♪ When you thought
that I'd be here ♪

♪ I'm with them ♪

♪ They're not where you're from ♪

♪ What we've seen
is what we've got ♪

♪ All the paths
have melded to one ♪

♪ Mother used to say to me ♪

♪ Have you been good? ♪

♪ Spoke to me like history ♪

♪ Have you been good? ♪

Dinner was really good.

Your dad made it, but thank you.

- Can I go use your bathroom?
- Of course.

It's straight back there.

- These are the last.
- Great.

You've been such a big help.

Yasmine's really lucky
to have a big sister like you.

I've got a big sister too.

I'd be lost without her.

Does Dad know her?

- What does that mean?
- She's awake.

She probably
wants to be picked up.

Go ahead. I'll show you
how to get her back to sleep.

- He's in for murder?
- Yeah, two life sentences.

He's only up here
for about two more months.

Suspect in some prison fight case.

Goes back to Otisville
right after the trial.

Is he in one of
the interview rooms already, or...

He should be. I made the call.

The fuck?

Stay close.

Down on the floor!

Down on the fucking floor!

Inmate was stabbed.
Just found the body.

And of course, none of these
pieces of shit saw anything.

- Get the body out of here.
- Yes, ma'am.

Yo, boss, you keep snorting
all the fucking product, man,

it won't be nothing left to sell.

Yo, Grim...

fuck's that supposed to mean?

I don't know. I just mean...

Nobody ever better
disrespect me again.

That should have been you
for talking to Ghost.

It should have been you!

♪ Foot hard down on the gasoline ♪

♪ Everybody here
knows what I may need ♪

♪ I'm burnin' up
just the way I should ♪

♪ Oh, ma ♪

♪ There's a top and a bottom line ♪

♪ Send me a vision ♪

♪ Besides how I'm livin' ♪

♪ All the world to show ♪

♪ Dressed up,
lookin' for a place to go ♪

♪ A body full of yes ♪

♪ A head full of I don't know ♪

♪ And a whole lot of seed to sow ♪

♪ Boy, get off the pyre ♪

♪ A star's just something on fire ♪

♪ Meanwhile, the wolves
wait in the wings ♪

♪ Lookin' to sell me
a better dream J“

♪ Girl, you look like
a sure thing ♪

♪ Turns out the queen
ain't really the queen ♪

♪ Just like the cream
ain't really cream ♪

♪ No, no, no ♪

I fucked up.

Baby, you okay?

Holly, I fucked up.

What happened?

I'm not okay.

You're not okay.

We're not safe.
They're gonna kill us.

I fucked up.

I had him right there.

I didn't do it.

Okay, tell me what happened.

Tommy, tell me what's going on.

Come on. Give me the gun.

Come on.

Give me...

I was supposed to kill Ghost tonight,
but I couldn't do it.

What?

Lobos ordered me to kill Ghost,

and since I didn't do it,
he's coming after us.

Bell didn't get lost, Holly.

Lobos had her killed
as a warning.

He told me he was gonna do it.

Said he was gonna kill her

and then you if I didn't kill Ghost,
and he did.

He did it, Holly.

Bell is dead 'cause of me.

I understand.

He was my brother...

- my whole life, my family.
- I know.

I know he was.

I know you can do this.

What?

I know you can kill Ghost.

If you can't kill Ghost
for yourself, Tommy...

do it for me.

Do it.

I will.

I promise.

Who the fuck is that?

Tommy, there's something
I have to tell you.

I made a call today.

I should have
checked with you first.

- What?
- But don't be mad.

- Holly, what did you do?
- Promise you won't be mad.

What did you do, Holly?

I hear you have a problem.

Apparently, I can help?

♪ Came in the game gettin' money ♪

♪ Flippin' check,
whip it, gettin' money ♪

♪ Nigga get to playin'
with the money ♪

♪ Clique bang for the money,
shit change over money ♪

♪ They love to see a nigga
on the bottom ♪

♪ Catch it coming,
gotta keep it on the low ♪

♪ A nigga plug bless a nigga
with a whole ♪

♪ Wanna break the bitch down
into 360's ♪

♪ Lookie here, bitch, I'm A-okay ♪

♪ Shorty wanna fuck with me ♪

♪ Stripping, yeah, the jiggy, nigga,
lady, she gon' hit my line ♪

♪ We ain't gon' waste no time ♪

♪ She sucking and we fucking
like she need me ♪

♪ While she make a bankroll easy ♪

♪ All the light in the room
from the TV ♪

♪ We gettin' it on then I'm gone,
it's the type of shit that a nigga be on ♪

♪ Too much
on my mind right now ♪

♪ I'm on the grind right now ♪

♪ Looking for me, sucker,
then I need to be found right now ♪

♪ I got my nine right now ♪

♪ I Bitch, I'll blow
your mind right now ♪

♪ I ain't fucking 'round right now ♪

♪ Better get in line right now ♪

♪ Or fuck around and die right now ♪

♪ Hope you understand that ♪

♪ Bitch, I'm the man ♪

♪ I'm the man ♪

♪ You know I'm the man ♪

♪ Bitch, I'm the man ♪

♪ I'm the man ♪

♪ You know I'm the man ♪

♪ Bitch, I'm the man ♪

♪ I'm the man ♪

♪ You know I'm the man ♪

♪ Bitch, I'm the man ♪