All language subtitles for Power - S05 E03.eng

GHOST:
Previously on Power

Despite still grieving
Rama's tragic death,

her parents,
James and Tasha St. Patrick,

are here with us.

You ambushed us to go on camera.

That was fucking low, Rashad.

Blanca Rodriguez.

I'm working the
Detective Raymond Jones case.

I saw you leaving
Jones' flop last night.

It wasn't a Jimenez hitter

that murdered Celeste
and left the gold gun

at the Toros pad.

It was Diego Jimenez himself.

ALICIA: (speaking Spanish)

Yo, Dre want that Toro dead.

(gun fires)

Why you trippin'?

You're not getting
the goddamn point.

When I tell you to do something,

you do the shit my way.

Broc?
Yo, what the fuck, man?

Can I trust you to do
what needs to be done here?

(gunshots)

Thomas Patrick Teresi.

He gave me his name?

KATE: He wanted to take you
from me, Tommy.

But you're mine.

Stay the fuck away from me, Ma.

Connie, you listen to me.

You've given me everything
that any man could ever want.

DALE: Sometimes I follow Jeff,

the guy who killed our son,

to Gavin's liquor on 23rd.

It is only a matter of time

before he kills another kid.

(grunts)

JOE: ♪ 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 ♪

50 CENT: ♪ I never took
a straight path nowhere ♪

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

♪ I live, I /earn ♪

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

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

♪ Homey, 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,
/earn 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 ♪

JOE: ♪ 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 ♪

(sirens blaring)

(Ominous music)

(telephone rings)

(ringing)

Hello.

DOORMAN: Good morning,
Mr. St. Patrick.

This is the from' desk.

There's an NYPD detective
here to see you.

Send him up.

DOORMAN: Yes, sir.

(Beep)

Who was that on the phone?

The police.

Do you know what it's about?

GHOST: No idea, Tash.

(elevator dings)

Detective Leary.

- Morning.
- Good morning.

Ha-Has something happened?

Setting up the public tip line

was the right move.

I was kind of hoping I could
talk to, uh, Tariq.

Sure, yeah, urn...

Tariq, would you come
down here, please?

He's just getting
ready for school.

LEARY: Yeah.

Tariq, you remember
Detective Leary?

- How you doing, son?
- I'm good.

We've had a tip in
your sister's case.

Now, the night Raina was killed,

someone said they saw you
running out of the building,

and your sister followed you.

Now, that's different
from your statement

where you said you went out
after your sister.

I was just hoping you
could clear that up for me.

(Exhales)

Go ahead, he's here to help us.

Well, I mean, I guess I did
go outside, but...

I came back in.

Maybe whoever saw me go out
didn't see me come back in.

Can you tell me why you
went outside the first time?

I-- I really don't remember.

You know, we have to get
ready to go, Detective.

So if that's all...?

Yeah, for now.

Tariq, don't worry.
We're gonna solve this.

I'll see him out.

Have a good day, son.

- Bye, Tash.
- Bye.

(elevator dings)

Good-bye, Detective.

You hang in there.

'Riq, I need you
to tell me the truth.

Were you out there
when Ray Ray killed Raina?

I promise I wasn't out there,
I swear.

All right.
All right.

Go ahead.

(sighs)

(Upbeat hip-hop music)

Yo, K, let me ask you something.

Did 'Riq tell you how he knew
Ray Ray was looking for him?

You know, when he hit you.

Nah, he just said he
was looking for him.

Damn.
And he ain't hit you since?

I ain't supposed to be talking
to the little nigga, remember?

Yo, what's up with
all these questions?

Cop came by this morning.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, we got tricked into
doing a press conference

about Rama's murder.

- I got a question for you.
- GHOST: Yeah.

Why you can't stay off
the fucking TV?

I mean, you do
understand the concept

of being a criminal,
right, Ghost?

Come on, Tommy, I'm just
trying to build something

for my daughter, man.

Something to honor her.

Okay.

What about the situation?
It's under control?

Yeah.

Body's gone.
Gun's gone.

It's done.

(balls clack)

Good, let's go.

I'm investigating the death of
a Detective Raymond Jones.

I discovered he accessed
Tariq St. Patrick's

witness statement regarding
his sister's death.

I didn't know Detective Jones
accessed my case,

but he has come up
in my investigation.

How's that?

Apparently, Detective Jones

visited Tariq St. Patrick
in school.

But the kid cut school that day,

so he talked
to his sister instead.

So my dead cop

talked to your dead girl days
before they were both killed?

The headmistress also told me

that a federal prosecutor
by the name of...

Angela Valdes came by the school

the day after the girl was shot,

asking about Jones.

Why would a fed be
interested in this case?

I don't know.

But I'll find out.

(Suspenseful music)

This is Diego Jimenez.

We're not sure who the woman is.

NYPD thought that because
they were carrying a child,

they were residents
in the building.

Turns out they stole the baby
from the crime scene.

Now, between
the surveillance footage,

the match of the gold gun
to the murder,

plus the Jimenez calling card--

Angela, wait a minute--

We have a rock-solid
arrest warrant.

I can convict Diego
within six months.

You're moving too fast.

The Jimenez were
Lobos' only rival,

and their organization has
become massive without him.

Taking out just one of
the brothers won't do anything

to slow their momentum.

- This is a bird in the hand.
- I get it.

You have a history to rewrite.

Don't fumble on the first play.

I have another meeting.

We'll reconvene on this later.

Tameika, arresting the Jimenez

should be
this office's top priority.

Killing the Jimenez
should be our top priority.

- No, I'd rather shoot Dre in his face.
- (soft laugh)

We can't just keep
following Dre around

and expect him not to catch on.

I got a better idea.
You know his nigga, 2-Bit?

- Yeah.
- No.

KANAN: Him and Dre beefing.

Got into a little scrap
the other day.

How you know, K?

I've been watching Dre move.

(hip-hop music)

I thought we were supposed to
be working together on this.

I'm sharing with
the goddamn class, ain't I?

I think I can turn
that 2-Bit motherfucker.

At least get him to tell me

when Dre gonna meet
with the Jimenez.

Unless Dre already
told him what's up.

And he shoots you in the face

and gets a goddamn attaboy
from Dre.

Ain't no small-time
motherfucker like that

gonna get the drop on me.

(Chuckles)

KANAN: You forget
who you talking to.

- TOMMY: Okay.
- I'm good.

All right.

K, you let me know
when you know, a'ight?

- A'ight.
- I gotta wrap.

Yo, no, Ghost, hold up.

- Let me holler at you.
- What up?

I gotta clean my money
for Jason.

I was wondering if
we could go back to do it

like we did in the old days,
just for a little while.

I could run that money
through the club?

Tommy, that's no bueno, man.

- But--
- I gotta stay squeaky clean.

GHOST: I can't be involved
in no shit like that.

- Tommy, come on.
- But, like--

I gotta go meet with an investor

about Rama's building.

We'll wrap later.
Hey, lay in.

AWQM'

- Thanks for the food.
- Yeah, peace.

- Later, K.
- All right.

(door opens)

You know, after Dre dead,

he ain't got no skin
in the game.

Tell me something I don't know.

Then let me in on that product.

I'll help you move it fast
so you can pay Jason.

Take some weight off
your hand today.

I'm doing all right
selling through the Italians.

What, you think I ain't?

No offense, K, but if I do
bring you in on this,

you gonna have to pay up front,

just like everybody else.

(Hip-hop music)

MAN: Make sure the flowers
is covering all that yay'.

Careful with them thorns, bro,

you're gonna open up
one of them packs, man.

- Yo, pass me alight, bro.
- What's up?

MAN: Come on, man, let's hurry
up. Let's get this done.

You see me working.

(Indistinct chatter in Spanish)

(Spanish chatter continues)

Tu todo lo que tienes es tiempo.

Yo, what the fuck
are they saying, man?

Need subtitles and shit.

Diego.

Hey, man, you didn't tell me
you was gonna be here.

You should know by now, I don't
like to announce myself.

PONCHO: What's up, Dre?

Why you brought us
all here together, man?

Well, I gathered you here
because when there's change

I need things to be
crystal fucking clear.

A'ight, if you didn't know,
that's Arturo.

DRE: He got revenge for
his cousin Uriel's death, man.

Uriel was a good man.

He was a good soldier.

Arturo's one of us now.

You mean little man took out
Lorenzo all by himself?

I murdered that traitor Lorenzo.

ARTURO: Y'all need something
now, you come to me.

(scoffs)
Shit, man.

DIEGO: I've heard

that there are
some supporters who

challenge your accusation

that Lorenzo killed Uriel.

They question whether you
were justified to murder him.

DRE: Well,
if there's a dispute,

then it'll get dealt
with quick and effectively.

You see,

we run a tight ship
around here, Diego,

so it's all good, man.

Arturo.

(Speaking Spanish)

Some motherfuckers still
running their mouth.

Lorenzo's fools.

We fixin' to light 'em up.

I think I'd like to see
this thing firsthand.

DIEGO: See how you
handle disloyalty.

Come on down to the spot then.

- I show you how we do it.
- Let's go.

Uh, Diego, let me talk
to you real quick.

You think that's the best idea?

It's already tough enough

putting these face-to-face
meetings together.

If law enforcement sees us
running together--

No, no, no.

You think I give
a fuck about that?

No.

- Seguro.
- Ahi te llego al piso.

DIEGO: Gracias.
Dale.

Cristobal.
Todo bien.

CRISTOBAL: Hasta manana.

- Claro, esta bien.
- Vamos.

SPANKY: I don't get it.

Dre took our shit 'cause you
shot that Lorenzo motherfucker,

but then let this nigga take
the credit for it?

You see that bullshit?

(Brooding music)

Yeah, I see that shit.

TATE: As you can see,
residential units

are on the upper floor,
which on the western side

have unobstructed views
of the Manhattan skyline.

It's really a thing of beauty.
Really, really is--

And then in addition
to the sports center

for the children,
we've set it up

where we have retail spaces
on the ground level.

We wanna make sure that
children have room to play

and also jobs for the community.

Oh, I didn't realize
it was zoned for retail.

It's not.

But we're looking into it.

TATE.' Yes.

We are certainly
looking into it.

Uh, okay.

And how much do you need
to fill the remainder?

About $12 million.

(Chuckles)
Rashad.

Take a girl to dinner first.

(laughter)

Well, Linda, we have

so many investors that are
interested in meeting with us,

but we wanted
to make sure that you

got the first bite of the apple.

Mm.

Well, guys, this sounds like
a wonderful little project,

and as a memorial to

your daughter, James,
that's really nice.

- Thank you.
- But it's not for me.

Uh, hang on a second, Linda.
You haven't heard us through--

No, actually,
I have heard enough.

LINDA: Gentlemen, thank you.

And I wish you luck.

Thank you for the time, Linda.

(sighs)
Thank you, Linda.

(Tense music)

(sighs)

- James.

What was that?

We never discussed retail.

Oh, come on, Rashad,
give me a break.

She was into it
until you shut it down.

Besides,
there'll be other investors.

Linda was worth six investors.

Look, if you want her
to break open her checkbook,

you gotta be on board with me.

Follow my lead.

- On board with you?
- Yes.

While you sit here and run your
mouth about residences

and views and shit.

This is my vision, Rashad.

The only reason
you're in my vision

is because you know I know
how to make something great.

Come on, man.

I know you understand

how to run a successful club,

and it's beautiful.

But this is a completely
different game, my brother.

Listen, we're in this together.

You and I, we are a team.

And...
(sighs)

As your partner,
with all due respect,

I think you need
to take some time off.

Yeah, I can handle
the private investors.

And I'll be sure
that Raina gets honored.

With all due respect,

it's my project,
it's my daughter.

I'll get it done.
You can see yourself out.

(Dramatic music)

SAXE: Teresi.
Thanks for meeting us.

(door clanks shut)

The fuck do you want?

Your lawyer moved
to have your sentence commuted.

Uh-huh.

We'd be happy to let you out,
really, but...

not without something in return.

You didn't tell him, did you?

TERESI: The only reason
I'm in here is

that I'm not a fucking
snitch piece of shit.

You can hold on to your Cosa Nostra
bullshit all you want.

But we're here to give you
a chance to see Connie.

Before she's gone.

SAXE: We're very interested in
what you can tel/ us about

a man you've been
talking to recently.

TERESI: I've been locked up.

I ain't talked
to anybody recently.

Thomas Patrick Egan?

Or--or, should I say,

Thomas Patrick Teresi?

(Soft dramatic music)

MAK: Yeah, you know,
as far as we knew,

Thomas Egan was raised
by a single mom out in Queens.

MAK: No father to speak of.

Now, all of a sudden,

he's visiting
Daddy Dearest in jail.

We're thinking he might tell
you things about his business,

about his friend
James St. Patrick, maybe.

(breathes deeply)

(laughing)

TERESI: (laughing)
This is fucking hilarious.

(Guffaws)

MAK: What's so funny?

What, you can't be
that close to him.

No, it's not that.

It's that the two of you think
you came up with this

all by yourselves.

I've been laying this track

ever since I heard
about Tommy Egan.

You know, getting close to him,
getting to know him.

TERESI: And you guys
wouldn't bite.

I finally had to get my lawyer

to file one of those
"comm" things, the--

- Commutation.
- Yeah.

You get us to make you a deal.

TERESI: (giggles)

Smart.

Do you think Egan
suspects anything?

Ah.

He thinks that I wanna get
close to the son I never knew.

So the day he died,

it turns out Detective Jones

looked at a witness statement
from, uh,

Tariq St. Patrick

about the death
of his sister, Raina.

And?

Well, it seems you accessed
this same witness statement.

What's the connection?

That'd be a coincidence,
not a connection.

He's a detective and likely
investigating something.

For me,
the interest was personal.

I knew Raina.

But you went to his flop.

And before that, his house.

I mean, didn't you?

I-- I know you mentioned before

that you never spoke
with him directly.

But you did go to his house,
right?

As I told you before,

I'm conducting an investigation.

It's not that I won't answer
your questions, Sergeant,

it's that I can't.

But could you tell me

how Raymond Jones and Raina
are connected?

I've gotta get to work now.

So should you.

(Exhales)

Could you get the door?

(soft laugh)

(Foreboding music)

(keys clacking)

(Text message swoops)

(cell phone buzzes)

MAN: (clears throat)

DIANE: Okay.

Would anyone
like to start us off?

DALE.' Um...

The other night, it seems, uh,

a prayer was answered.

The man...

the drunk

who killed our son, he, uh...

he was stabbed to death.

(Scattered gasps)

JESSICA: You know,
I thought this

would make me feel better.

But it doesn't change anything.

It do--

It...

The police, they suspect me.

Obviously, I mean, uh,

if anyone wanted him dead,

I did.

(Somber music)

This doesn't bring Luke back.

Nothing will.

(Crying)
Nothing's gonna bring my baby--

Baby.

(sobbing)

(indistinct chatter)

But I didn't think
she was gonna be a problem.

But she's made a connection

between Raymond Jones and Raina.

Tasha.

Uh--um, I'm sorry.

Sorry, what--what were
you saying?

What's wrong?

It's nothing.

Um, so, okay,

so you were saying this woman,

she made a connection
between Ray Ray and Raina?

What did you say to her?

That I was conducting
a federal investigation,

and as local NYPD
she needed to leave it alone.

Do you think she will?

No.

But I can stop it.

Obstruction of justice,
round two.

I'm supposed to be
this great prosecutor and

here I am colluding with you
to cover up a fucking murder.

I just came from church, so...

- (soft laugh)
- Here we are.

If I can't stop this woman,

we may need to talk to Jamie,

and bring him into the loop.

No.
Stop her, please.

Ghost can only
make things worse.

(Ominous music)

Oh, shit.

K, what up, nigga?

What up, man?

- Where the fuck you been?
- What's up, man?

In and out of town, you know me.

You still running for Dre?

Yeah, you gonna see him?

He ain't tell you
about me and him?

What happened between y'all?

You remember Broc, right?

Last I heard, he caught a body.

He had to leave town.

Remember the night Broc was
mouthing off to Tommy and shit,

getting all disrespectful?

Uh-huh.

Dre went and beat
the boy half to death.

- Come on, man.
- Cut his tongue out.

Shot him in the head.

The fuck?

Take you, show you where

the body at right now
if you want.

But you know where
he be hiding his shit.

He lying to you about Broc, man.

Damn, man,
I think he treating you

like you the police
or some shit.

Thought he was fucking
with you, right?

Dre took away my gambling shit

to check me like
I'm his goddamn kid.

Word?
Who'd he give it to?

Cristobal, head of the Tainos.

His new best fucking friend.

I think the new connect
like Cristobal

more than he like Dre.

Newsflash:
everybody like everybody

more than they like Dre.

- (laughs)
- And fast.

Let me get one of them.

You a crazy motherfucker.

So what's up with
the gambling shit?

Listen, I only got a minute.

I just heard from my lawyer.

There's something happening
with my case.

I think I might see
daylight soon.

How is he gonna do that?

TERESI: Something to do
with a crooked prosecutor.

I don't know, but I think
they're throwing out

all of his cases.

Hey, I'm too old to worry
about the details.

I just can't wait to make up
for lost time with you, son.

- All right.
- TERESI: Talk later.

(Foreboding music)

You know that couple

who lost their son
to a drunk driver?

The drunk driver
was killed the other night.

Well, they can rest easier
knowing he's dead.

Did you know about this already?

Ghost, please tell me you
didn't have anything

to do with this.

I didn't have anything
to do with it.

(Scoffs)

What is wrong with you?

You can't kill Dre,

and for some fucking reason

you refuse to kill Kanan.

And now you're a vigilante?

They don't feel better
that he's dead.

Just like we don't feel
better that Ray Ray is dead.

Trust me, they will feel better.

That motherfucker can't hurt
anyone again, all right?

Do you?

Do you feel better?

You can put a hundred bodies
in the ground, Ghost,

and not one of them
is gonna bring her back.

(Ominous music)

I had to do it.

I had to make
one thing right, Tasha, okay?

GHOST: Come on, Tasha.

He's a goddamn drunk driver.

He's gonna fucking
kill another kid.

Nobody will miss him.

You don't get to make
that fucking call.

I've been making that call
since you known me.

The next time you feel you need

to kill somebody so damn bad,

why don't you kill
Kanan instead?

Let's get this over with.

What do you know about them?

This is Diego Jimenez,

the Chihuahua
of the Jimenez clan.

Been raised in the States since
his mom moved to San Diego.

- And the woman?
- (mumbles)

Maybe a wife, a girlfriend?

I know she goes
by the name Alicia.

I'm looking to connect him

with his brother who we think
stays across the border

and build a RICO case.

Do you have any idea
as to his identity

or are you familiar with
any of the other players?

I mean, the rest of them down
there stay pretty low-profile.

They're ruthless,
but they're also survivors.

I can hook you up with Mexico's
AUSA equivalent on the case.

You wanna work with me on this?

If it means we get
the bad guys, sure.

Oh, no, one last thing.

You're not fucking
Diego Jimenez by any chance?

If I were, I wouldn't need you.

Oh.
I just had to check.

(knocking on door)

(Ambient music)

(Knocks twice)

- Tommy.
- Hey, 'Keisha.

Come in.

(Soft music)

What's up?

Yo, you got anything to drink?

You can't stay that long.

Why not?

'Cause I got a friend
coming over.

What, some guy?

That's none of your business.

Well,

I got something I wanna
talk to you about.

Can we sit down somewhere?

Please?

Sit down.

So what's up?

My dad is getting out of prison.

I thought you said he was
in there for life.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

I don't trust it.

And now he wants to
hang out and everything,

like we're gonna
play catch or some shit.

And the thing is,

I just found out he existed,
you know?

But he known about me
my whole life.

So it's like, why now?

Does he want some shit
from me or something?

I don't know, Tommy.

I mean,

he's old, right?

Yeah.

So he might be trying to
make right by his mistakes.

I'm not saying you
shouldn't be suspicious,

but if it was me,
I wouldn't say no.

Some mistakes are
made to be forgiven.

You really believe that?

'Cause I made a big mistake
with you, 'Keisha.

I did too, with you.

Ooh.

So you really came over here
to talk about your dad?

Or are you just
trying to get back in?

- For real?
- I'm asking.

It ain't even like that.

I don't know what
to do about my dad.

And I sure as hell don't know
what to do about you.

What, you gonna hate me forever?

- I don't hate you.
- No?

Look, maybe your dad had his
reasons why he stayed away.

(Soft scoff)
Yeah.

Maybe he did.

KEISHA: If you
really don't trust it,

is there any way you can
find out if it's real?

Like, do you know
anyone that knows him?

Anyone that knows his situation?

You know what?
I think I might know somebody.

- (chuckles)
- (soft laugh)

See, you're smart.

Thanks, 'Keish.

You're welcome.

Bye, Tommy.

Okay.

Bye, 'Keisha.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(sighs)

(Knocking)

- (Sighs)
- KANAN: Tommy ain't home?

(uneasy music)

No, he's not.

Sorry about Raina.

You should be sorry about Tariq.

If it weren't for you,
he wouldn't have been messing

with Ray Ray in the first place.

He'd still be a good kid.

And Raina would still be alive.

I think you're forgetting
I saved Tariq's life,

twice now.

If you didn't bring him
into the life,

you wouldn't have had to.

You don't get
no motherfucking points for

cleaning up a mess you made.

You picked a drug dealer
for his father, Tasha.

You brought the boy
into this life

before the little nigga
was born.

You still look good, though.

Get the f--

I bet you like to fight back.

(Breathes heavily)

(soft chuckle)
Yeah, you like that.

If you fuck with me,

you better kill me, nigga.

'Cause I swear to God,

you best believe
I will get you back.

- (elevator dings)
- I believe you.

What's up, y'all?

I'm just chopping it up
about old times.

Fuck you, Kanan.

And fuck you too, for
bringing him into our lives.

I'm your family, not him.

What the fuck
did you just say to her?

Nothing, she's just trippin'.

(elevator dings)

Stay here.

(footsteps running)

TOMMY: Tasha.

(Panting)

What'd you do,
run down the stairs?

I've had to catch women
leaving here before.

(sighs)

What the fuck happened up there?

I don't wanna talk about it.

I just don't want him around.

TOMMY: He serves a purpose, T.

Look, I know
how you feel about him,

but once this Dre shit is over,

so will this
little reunion with K.

Mm.

What'd you come here for?

Ghost killed somebody
the other night.

Oh, yeah?

Who?

A drunk driver killed a kid.

The parents told the story
in our grief group.

No one's gonna miss the guy.

That's not the fucking point,
Tommy.

Ghost is acting reckless.

And if he gets caught,

it could fuck up our whole shit.

So, please, keep an eye on him.

Yeah, yeah, okay,
I'll keep an eye.

- I will.
- Thank you.

You're welcome.
And Tasha,

I hear you about Kanan.

It won't be too long.

It better not be.

Or I'll do something
about him myself.

ARTURO: These men all
remained loyal to Lorenzo,

even after he conspired
to kill my cousin Uriel!

Hmm?

Far as I'm concerned,
these bitch-ass niggas

deserve to die
right alongside him.

- Yeah.
- (breathing heavily)

The look in a man's face
when he knows

he's made the wrong choice.

DIEGO: Fear. Regret.

(Panting)

Arturo, how did you know?

I always assumed Lorenzo would

do better at planning a coup.

Lorenzo would run his mouth,
so that's how word got out.

Why do you insist on
answering a question

that isn't addressed to you?

- No, I'm just--
- Ah-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta.

(Speaking Spanish)

(sighs)

ARTURO:
What Dre said is right.

Motherfucker was talking shit.

MARIO: (whimpering softly)

Maybe we should ask him.
See what he has to say.

Hmm?

Nah.

Go ahead, do it.

- MARIO: (grunting)
- Now?

(Muffled screaming)

Yeah.

MARIO: (muffled screaming)

(whimpers)

(Muffled)
Fuck you.

Mm-hmm.

(Speaking Spanish)

(muffled whimpering)

You know,

the state of your business
is very volatile right now.

I think you need
a strong hand to help you.

I'm handling it just fine.

And what about when
the Toros revolt again?

Whose army will you use
to keep them in check?

No.

- Cristobal is gonna be your number two.
- (soft scoff)

And you're gonna
watch your step.

You know, I don't know
how it is that you made

my sister's pussy so wet, but
you don't make my dick hard.

I have no interest in your
sister beyond business, Diego.

I know.

But keep your fucking eyes
to yourself.

Or I'll rip 'em from your head.

(Soft scoff)

And I'll choke you with them.

(Brooding music)

All right.

MAN: I'll get back to you.

Okay.

- Oh--
- I'm so sorry.

Oh, it's--it's okay.

- Let me help you with these.
- I-- I got it.

I, urn...

You're Angela Valdes.

Right?

You're the new Head of Criminal
here at the Eastern District?

I'm sorry.

Agent Juan Julio Medina,
he spoke about you

when I met with his division
a few days ago.

He was actually just here,

helping me with a case.

That makes you... DEA?

Oh, yeah.

Steve Tampio.

(Ominous music)

D.C. office.

Not bad.

I'm sure Mom's proud.

(soft laugh)

What does the Director of
Public Enrichment do exactly?

I'm just the shadowy figure
that lurks in the background.

(Chuckles)

Do you wanna have dinner,
AUSA Valdes?

8:00?

Listen, do you know anybody
that can launder money?

Oh, don't--don't ask me
shit like that, okay?

I'm just saying.

You got a guy
for a lot of things.

You know I'm not supposed to be
seen anywhere near you.

Th--the bar committee hasn't
even rendered a decision.

Oh, my God.

This fucking bar committee shit.

When you gonna realize
there's a million ways

for you to make money if you
can't be a lawyer no more?

Legal ways?

I didn't say all that now.

I looked into Teresi
like you asked.

Okay.

Everything seems to check out.

Him getting out looks legit.

All right.

So he ain't a snitch or nothing?

Not as far as I could see.

He's a made man.

If he was talking to the feds,

- they would have him in WITSEC...
- Yeah.

Long before he could catch
two to the base of his skull.

- You know?
- I know, no.

You right.
You right.

Look, if you suspect anything,
let me know.

In the meantime,

we should stay far out of touch.

So could you try

not to call when you need stuff?

(laughs)

I'm serious.

CRISTOBAL: Hey, yo, Dre.

It's about 300 grand tonight.

I got it with me.

I'll see you in the morning.

(car chirps)

KANAN: Give me the keys or

I'll shoot you right
in your fucking head.

(Exhales)
Easy.

Take it easy.
You don't wanna do this.

You're making a big mistake.
You know who the fuck I am?

You think I give a fuck?

I said give me the keys,
and your phone.

(Mibbs' "No New Leaders")

♪ Damn, yo
damn, yo ♪

(car chirps)

♪ Y'all about to
make me flip out ♪

♪ Like damn, bro ♪

That mask's not gonna stop me
from finding out who you are.

- (Blow lands)
- Keep playing with me, bitch.

♪ Damn, yo
damn, yo ♪

- (grunts)
- (car door shuts)

♪ Y'all gonna make me
flip out like Rambo ♪

(Speaking Spanish)

So, James,

what do you have

that's gonna make me
change my mind.

(soft chuckle)

(elegant piano music)

Ah.

- The Queens Child Project...
- Mm-hmm?

It's not only personal to me

because I wanna erect a monument

- to my daughter Raina...
- Mm-hmm.

But also because
I grew up in that community.

I was one of the lucky ones
that made it out.

But I saw a lot of violence.

I tried to protect my kids
from it, and I failed.

And you really think
you're gonna

change the whole area around?

I mean, the project
is just one building.

Well, if I were you,
I would start buying buildings

in the surrounding area, Linda,
fast as I can.

I just need an anchor
to make a difference.

You're so confident.

I know what I'm capable of.

(soft chuckle)

Why don't we, uh,

continue this
conversation upstairs?

GHOST: Okay.

And, uh, James?

Bring the bottle.

(Roxie Bardo's "Hide & Seek")

♪ Don't hold back
if you're bad ♪

♪ Baby, I'm the worst ♪

♪ You set my blood on fire
you're not the first ♪

♪ So don't hold back
if you're bad ♪

♪ Baby, I'm the worst ♪

♪ And that ain't nothin' ♪

♪ It ain't nothin'
it ain't nothin' ♪

♪ Hands on me
but it ain't nothin' ♪

♪ Know you like the game ♪

♪ Know you like
to play with me ♪

♪ Like hide and seek ♪

♪ Whatever you want,
nobody knows us ♪

♪ Baby, why don't we go
and get a key? ♪

♪ Know you like the game ♪

♪ Know you like
to play with me ♪

♪ Like hide and seek ♪

The job's ruined
a few of my relationships.

Being a boss means having more
enemies than friends at work.

(gentle piano music)

So what's your first win
gonna be, boss?

I can't say much,

but I got a lead
on the Jimenez cartel.

The Jimenez?

Fuck, good for you.

Been trying to nail
those guys for years.

Mm.

Let me buy you a drink

in my hotel.

Thanks.

But I've got
an early day tomorrow.

Well, if you, uh,
change your mind,

I'll be in town just
for one more night.

(distant sirens wailing)

Do I need to explain
anything to her?

No, that's exactly the point.

Her investigation's
gone too far.

Shut it down.
(Sips)

(cell phone buzzes twice)

You need to get that?

No.

So I'd like this
to happen right away.

Got it.

So I let Tommy think

- I had a man coming over, right?
- Mm-hmm.

But it was just TeNaya
bringing samples from the shop.

- But he didn't know that.
- (both laugh)

'Keisha, you ain't changed
since the eighth grade.

I am not gonna go
back there again.

Nah.
I can't.

So why you let him in?

'Cause you know,
if you let him in now,

you're gonna be
letting him in later.

No, I'm not.

He tried to kiss me
and I stopped him.

TA SHA: All right,
well, just be careful.

Because Tommy
is not himself lately.

I mean, I guess none of us are.

How's 'Riq doing?

Honestly, I don't know.

I don't know who he is now.

I-- I just still feel like

he isn't telling me everything
that happened, you know?

I mean, I don't know
how he got that way.

I do.

Tasha, you've been lying
to them kids they whole life.

They don't even know
who you are.

What you expect?

They can't learn
what they don't see.

(Stirring music)

Tash.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, that was harsh.

No.

You're right.

It's the truth.

All I'm saying is,

if you want things
to be different,

then you gotta
make 'em different.

(breathes deeply)

(knocking on door)

Tommy.

Ma, what the fuck
are you doing here?

- Oh, my Lord.
- (gun clicking)

So much sadness.

Poor Rhonda.
I can't believe what happened.

- Rhonda?
- Jamie's daughter.

I made them this casserole,
because, you know,

people like to eat
when they're grieving.

When's the funeral?

Well, Ma, Rama's funeral

- was a few days ago.
- Ah.

And I-- I haven't talked to you
since before that.

- Really? Has it been that long?
- Yeah.

- Yeah, about that long.
- Gosh, I must be losing my mind.

- (Soft laugh)
- Hey, honey, urn.

- My supply is a little low.
- Oh...

Do you think you
could help me out?

Is that what this is about?
I fuckin' should've known!

Why are you so pissed at me?

TOMMY: Have you actually
lost your mind?

Can I finally put you in a home?

Is this about
the birth certificate?

Huh?

Oh, you're still seeing
that shithead, Teresi?

- He's getting an early release.
- (sniffs)

What's he asking you for?

Nothin', Ma.
He ain't asking me for nothin'.

He ain't asking you
for nothing yet.

He's the devil, Tommy.

He's gonna use you.

Just like you use me?

For coke?

My son is smarter than this.

Just you wait.

I'll be right.

Love you.
(kisses)

(Foreboding music)

2-BIT: Yo, Dre, I called you.

Cristobal got hit
outside the Blind Pig.

He already told me, man.

You fucked up when you
gave him that shit, Dre.

If it was me and Spanky,
only way them motherfuckers

would've left was in body bags.

Look, man, we'll talk
about this later.

I got other shit I gotta handle.

All right, listen up.

We got some changes
I need to make official.

I'm focused on our
international network.

So here at home,

Cristobal is officially
my number two.

He's running shit.

So if you need anything,

come to him first.

Listen, we got hit last night.

So as a precaution,
we gonna switch up the drops.

You got a question for Dre,

you come and see me first.

(chuckles)
Man...

How old are you, man?

Yo, man, you got
a fucking problem with me?

I'm not gonna report to you

like some motherfucking vice
principal, you feel me, man?

DRE: It's my call.

If you don't like it,
you can get the fuck out.

Do you feel me?

(Tense music)

(scoffs)

I really don't give a fuck,
all right?

So we good?

Yeah, we're good.

- Good.
- Good.

We good.

DRE: All right.

(indistinct radio chatter)

What's going on?

I'm Agent Jerry Donovan, FBI.

We'd like your assistance
in gathering all the files

associated with
the Raymond Jones murder.

I have a court order stating
that your investigation

is now under our jurisdiction.

Bullshit.
Let me see that order.

(Scoffs)

Angela Valdes?

BLANCA: I should've
fuckin' known.

Your boss is covering her ass, you know.
She's involved.

You have proof of that?

No.

Then just stay out of our way.

This is all we have from Mexico.

Okay.

We've known this one
for a while,

Diego Jimenez.

ANGELA: What we don't know is

who the fuck are all these men,

and are any of them
related to Diego?

Well, these two might be
his bodyguards,

'cause we see them everywhere.

Except when they're
following her, Alicia.

Do you think she's some kind of,

I don't know,
spokesperson for the cartel

when Diego can't be in Mexico?

What do you mean?

The way she's surrounded

when he's not around.

I don't know, it's as if she's,
like, the number two

in the organization.

Honestly, we don't have a lot
of details on her, all right?

Diego is a party animal.
Chicks all over the place.

Maybe she's got his balls
in some sort of vice.

I think she's in
a real position of power.

The Jimenez brothers.

(Suspenseful music)

Oh, my God.
Oh, my fucking God.

- We're idiots.
- Uh, speak for yourself.

Los Hermanos Jimenez.

ANGELA: Sure, "hermanos"
means "brothers."

"Sisters," "hermanas."

But how do you say siblings?

How do you say both
brother and sister?

Oh, shit.
"Hermanos."

Jesus.

This Alicia is Diego's sister?

If that's true--

Then we have the leaders
of the biggest cartel

in North America
in New York City right now.

Arresting them could end
their entire organization

with no jurisdictional bullshit.

All right, gentlemen,
let's get our warrants.

GHOST: There he is,
councilman.

- Hey.
- Hey.

So, Linda's happy,

and she's back on board.

How'd you pull that off?

We had dinner.
Sorted it out.

Ah.
(chuckles)

You smooth talkin' her.

Spit some game.

Then dropped the dick on her.

That what you call
"sorting it out"?

You know, after our meeting,

her major concern was
your lack of professionalism.

All you managed to do
by fucking her

is prove she was right
to have concern.

She played me.

You played yourself, James.

And you're enjoying this.

Maybe you should start
taking my advice.

Lesson one, I'm not your pimp.

Did you not pimp out
me and Tasha

with that little
press conference stunt, huh?

Did you not pimp my daughter--

My dead daughter at her funeral?

James.

We...

(tense music)

We still have a lot of business.

Our big fundraiser
is in a few days.

Let's not let this go sour now.

I'll get the money.

Whatever it takes.

(Chuckles)

That's the spirit.
Mm.

Damn, I'm glad you called.
I thought I struck out.

No, that wasn't about you.

- Just, you know, had to work.
- Mm.

And since you said you'd be
here one more night,

I figured...

(cell phone buzzes)

Ah, let me guess, work.

(sighs)

Yes.

Hey.

Let me see.

Let me see.

(sighs)

(laughs)

(cell phone buzzing)

—(laughs)
- Ignore it.

(cell phone buzzing)
- My boss will freak out

if she can't reach me.

STEVE: Do you have to take it?

(Ominous music)

So where were we?

ANGELA: This is Angela Valdes.

I can't take
your call right now.

Please leave your
message after--

(line trilling)

(cell phone buzzing)

(snorts)

What's up?

GHOST: Tommy, what up?
Um...

Look, man, I've been thinking.

I need clean money
to help me finance the QCP,

and you need clean money
to pay Jason back.

So I think we should go back
to our old arrangement

that worked so well, at Truth.

So how's that work?
You take a cut?

GHOST: A service fee,
but we can into the details

later, if you're down.

So, like old times.

Yeah, like old times.

But Tommy, if we're gonna
work together now...

- (knocking on door)
- GHOST: I gotta make sure that

you not fucking
with Kanan in business,

'cause if you are, man,
I--I gotta be out.

(Tense music)

GHOST: Tommy?

TOMMY: Yo, Ghost,
let me call you right back.

Later.

Yo, what's up, K?

What's in the bag?

1/4 mil, up front.

You gonna cut me in or not?

I'll have it ready
for you tomorrow.

That's what's up.

Yo, you want a beer?

Yo, you all right in here?

Yeah, this old mobster I know
is getting out the joint.

Good for him.

Yeah, I don't know.
I don't trust it.

He was serving life,
now he's getting out?

That's the same shit
happen to me, remember?

Yeah, but I think he's a snitch.

Maybe.

Mobsters who snitch
ain't in jail.

(chuckles)
Well.

Why you give a fuck?

He know some shit about you?

(Soft scoff)

He's my dad.

Shit, you Mafia?

That's how you know
the Italians?

So this means you're gonna
get us, like,

Armani suits and shit like that?

Would you stop, K?
Man, you play too much.

So when you find out
you got a dad?

I don't know.
Not long ago.

So don't trip
and don't waste it.

I ain't never had one.

I don't know, go to
the ball game or some shit.

Fuck you, man.

Y'all could play catch
or something.

(Ambient music)

Well, here we are.

This is Choate.

It's big.

Mm-hmm.

'Riq, wait.

There's something
I gotta say to you.

I'm sorry.

Sorry for what?

I'm sorry for lying to you

all this time.

You deserve the truth.

Your dad and I,

we grew up in Queens

in the hood.

I mean, it was a hard life.

And--and we just wanted to
protect you kids from that.

I mean, people who
grew up like we did,

they didn't have
a lot of options, 'Riq.

And selling drugs was just

a way to keep your head
above water,

nothing more.

But you make a lot of money.

Not when you're a corner boy.

When I met your father,
I knew he was different.

We didn't get everything we got
'cause he was a drug dealer.

He was always
a businessman first.

Look, we always said that

we didn't want our kids
to ever have to feel

the hunger that we felt.

We didn't want you to know
what the streets were like.

So that's why
you didn't tell us.

Yeah.

I mean, it--

It wasn't a lie, 'Riq.

Not the way you think.
It--

It was a hope,

a hope that
you wouldn't have to know.

I mean, we--

We thought we were
protecting you.

But all we did was

teach you how to lie.

(Solemn music)

Baby, I'm so sorry.

(voice breaking)
I'm sorry.

I was scared.

I saw...

I saw Ray Ray shoot Raina.

Wha...

I didn't know
she followed me outside.

I was hiding from Ray Ray and

I-- I heard her voice.

And I looked and

there she goes.

And she...

It just happened so fast.

I told her I--
I would handle it, but

I watched.

I watched her die.

(Crying)
I miss her so much.

(Crying)
I miss her too.

(Both crying)

(door clanks)

(distant man shouts)

(Gate buzzes)

MAN: Open the gate.

(gate clanks open)

(gate clanks)

(gate clanks, buzzes)

(engine revving)

(Chuckles)

Hey.

TERESI: Tommy.

Hey.

Welcome back to the other side.

(exhales deeply)

Breathe it in.

It's good to see you, son.

It's good to see you too.

Come on.

Yeah.

Come on.
Get in the car.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

(laughs)

This is a nice ride.

TOMMY: So, what you wanna do?

Let's get a slice and go home.

I wanna see Connie.

Then you and me,

we're gonna get
into some trouble.

(Chuckles)

(engine revving)

(Ace Cosgrove's
"Few Steps Back")

♪ And it's happened again ♪

♪ When the world turns black ♪

♪ Don't wanna see the enemy ♪

♪ I'm going few steps back ♪

♪ Gotta wake up one day
to change ♪

♪ For me to make amends ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ See the dream
that I've changed ♪

♪ And it's happened again ♪

♪ When the world turns black ♪

♪ Don't wanna see the enemy ♪

♪ I'm going few steps back ♪

♪ Gotta wake up one day
to change ♪

♪ For me to make amends ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ See the dream that
I've changed again ♪

♪ Pa-do-dop ♪

♪ Change, change ♪

♪ I wanna make a... ♪

♪ Few steps back ♪

♪ I wanna see
the world better ♪

♪ And make this last forever ♪

♪ And it's happened again ♪

♪ When the world turns black ♪

♪ Don't wanna see the enemy ♪

♪ I'm going few steps back ♪

♪ Gotta wake up
one day to change ♪

♪ 'Cause either way
I need to make amends ♪