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What's Saxe got on you
that makes you want to risk

your whole life to
help him take me down?

He has my daughter.

If you let me pay double tomorrow,

can you let us slide tonight?

It looks like you opened
up a community center

without consulting the community.

I'll be back tomorrow to collect.

Hey, Epiphany, I'm
starting another business,

and I could really use your help.

Councilman Tate's been taking
Queens Child Project's funds

off the top to keep me paid.

A word of advice: don't fuck me.

I'm a man of my word.

Good doing business with you.

An ex-client of mine, Igor Ungar,

I'm testifying in a case against
him, and he knows where I live.

You can take my office. Your
daughter can take Raina's room.

- Are you at home?
- Yeah, I'm home.

Get the fuck out of there now.

Leave the back door unlocked.

You rat piece of shit!

Get in.

Tariq screwed the
integrity of my business.

I want $2 million.

You both have 24 hours
to make this right.

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- See you later, Vincent.
- Check in with you later.

- All right, see you.
- See you later.

Yo, what'd they say?

You were right, kid.

As long as Ghost and Tommy
think you're in danger,

they'll do anything to
cover what you owe me.

Told you.

And just remember, once you
break even, we splitting it 50/50.

Oh, yeah.

Vinny, what is it with
you and this fucking kid?

I mean, how could you trust him
after he tried to double-cross you?

I don't.

But in 24 hours, Ghost and Tommy

are gonna pay me $2 million for him.

Then we're gonna kill them all.

Now, get in the fucking car.

Get your primeras moving
weight round the clock, Tommy.

Nobody fucking sleeps
till Tariq comes home.

Yeah, yeah, I'll handle my crew, Ghost.

You should be out
there looking for Tariq.

If we split up, we double our chances.

And where the fuck am I
supposed to find Tariq?

Come on, man, you know Vincent
can be holding him anywhere.

Just get your squad
together, will you, all right?

Yeah, you know what? Let's
get one thing straight!

If I come on board with you,

I'm working with you, not for you.

What do you mean, if you come on board?

Fuck you saying, Tommy?

I'm saying we ain't suddenly boys again

'cause Tariq's in trouble.

I told him to stop dealing.

Whoa, hold the fuck up.

You telling me you knew?

Yeah, of course I knew.
What, I'm gonna tell you?

Like, we just gonna take a time-out
from trying to kill each other?

All right, Tommy, you're right.

We're not boys, but we are brothers.

So I'm asking you, can you help me...

for Tariq?

Jason got all the weight
that we need to move.

Okay.

But I'm gonna have to cut him a check.

I can't get my hands
on clean cash like that.

I can get it. I got
leverage on somebody.

Leverage?

Who you talking about, Ghost?

Nigga, what?

Just think of it as a
short-term loan, okay?

A 24-hour loan.

I'll have the money right back to you.

No one will ever know it was gone.

You want my campaign
to loan you $1 million?

Why do you need that kind of money?

Actually, I need $2 million,
but I'm only asking for half

because I know you moving
around that many zeroes,

it raises some questions.

Now, Councilman, I don't
have a lot of time here...

Let me be as clear as
I can with you, James.

Fuck your time.

I ain't giving you a
dime of my money, nigga.

Let me remind you of
something, Councilman Tate.

I have a recording
of Alphonse telling me

that you're skimming
the same campaign funds

that all of a sudden are
so fucking precious to you.

Plus, I can get Alphonse to
authenticate that recording.

What do you think happens then, huh,

when I give that information to Ramona?

Your campaign is over...

my brother.

The accountants are
gonna review everything

before my fund-raiser, and
if every single dollar...

I'm talking every red
cent... ain't back by then...

It will be back by
then. You have my word.

You know, I used to
be a New York's finest.

Yeah, I know.

You were this badass cop. Your point?

I ain't your bitch.

Hmm. I'll remember that.

Make the call.

Keep it going back.

Some kind of a line.

Well, hello, my friend.

My friend, here you go.

Holy shit. Merry Christmas to me.

Yeah, well, I asked
for everything you got.

Yeah, you did.

_

_

You never take this much product
off my hands all at once, Tommy.

What's going on?

Nothing. I just happen to
have a very motivated client.

Motivated? How?

Well, do you really care as
long as you get your money?

I guess not. Good point.

Anything else you need?

I need primeras.

Next 24 hours, you get in, you get out.

We make a few coins.

Nah, that's bullshit, man.
You tryin' to set me up, man.

Look, you gotta be a little
slicker than that, bro.

Look, it's not a setup, all right?

I'm offering you a
trade for Jason Micic.

He wants me to be his distro.
I've been putting his ass off.

You do this one thing, Dre,
and you're in with Jason Micic.

I couldn't even do that
if I wanted to, man,

not with Saxe breathing down my neck.

Plus, the motherfucker's
holding my daughter

until I bring him you, so what's up?

What if I could fix that?

Saxe has your daughter, right?

Well, then your daughter's
gotta be in the system.

Tate can access that system.

One phone call from the next
governor of New York and...

All right, all right, all right.

How much I gotta move
and when do I start?

As much as you can as quick as you can.

Tommy's getting the product right now.

You get it in one hour.

All right.

Hold up. Hold up. Wait. Wait.
Let me ask you something, man.

You know I'm working with the Feds.

What makes you think you can trust me?

I don't, Dre.

That's why you and Alphonse
will be working together.

What's up, son?

Look, man, thanks, all right?

I appreciate you doing this
even though you don't have to.

You're right, Ghost.

I don't.

Yo, who that leaving?

Eh, one of Jason's assholes.

He needed to grab a check from me.

Boss, what the hell is
all this product in here?

It look like a damn Amazon commercial.

Yeah, and I need all of it
moved in the next 24 hours,

and I need it done
with no questions asked.

- Got it?
- Got it.

Quick question. Why 24 hours?

And what's so special about this shit?

What the fuck does "no
questions asked" mean?

Am I speaking English
here? And one more thing.

I kinda can't pay you for the job.

The fuck? I don't work for free.

Me either.

Yeah, you on some real questionable
labor practice shit right now, bro.

All right, look.

It's for Tariq, all right?

Vincent snatched him, and I
need the cash to get him back.

- Ghost's kid?
- Yeah.

You was just tryin' to
kill that motherfucker.

He just was trying to kill you.

- And me.
- And now you want us

to be on some Make a
Wish Foundation shit.

You know I'm good for it, Spank.

Fuck you being good for it, Tommy.

Even if you pay Vincent, how you
know he gonna hand over the kid?

What if the little nigga already dead?

Damn, that's a good point.
You gonna need proof of life.

Eh, I seen that shit on TV once.

You know, I could just shoot
the both of you right now.

You could, but it sounds to me

like you don't have time to replace us.

We get our regular
cut, or we don't work.

Sorry, Tommy, that's
just how we gotta roll.

Solidarity like a motherfucker.

I'll do it.

You just get me back later.

Thank you, B.G.

So, what, I gotta find
replacements or what?

A'ight, fuck it.

Don't ask me to do no
shit like this again, man.

I guess I'm in too.

Good. Thank you.

- Now, get to work.
- Mm-hmm.

Nigga, we was negotiating.

The fuck is wrong with you?

A kid's missing.

Company man-ass nigga.

Fuck.

Mr. St. Patrick. Detective McCall, NYPD.

You mind stepping out of
the car for me, please?

Good evening, Officer.
Is there a problem?

Not at all. I'm investigating
the shooting of your penthouse.

And the death of Joseph Proctor.

Sergeant Rodriguez.

Is this an NYPD Internal
Affairs issue or something?

Not officially.

Detective McCall allowed me to tag along

on the off chance there was
any overlap with my case.

I see. Uh...

well, we can certainly
get out of the rain

and go in my office and speak in there.

No need. This won't take long.

Uh, I'm actually more interested
in talking to your son.

Any possibility Tariq might have seen

or heard something?

Uh, no, my son didn't
stay at home that night.

But there's no way to
be sure about that,

since you weren't home.

Right, I was at, uh, dinner

with, uh, Ramona Garrity
from Tate for Governor,

discussing campaign strategies.

- We know.
- Mr. St. Patrick,

there were no signs of
forced entry at your home,

and the back door was left propped open.

So we think someone entered through it

prior to the shooting or
exited through it after.

Or both.

But I'm sure we can
clear this right up.

Can you tell us where we can find Tariq?

Mrs. St. Patrick.

Who are you?

I'm Vincent. Tariq says hi.

How the hell do you know my son?

Your husband didn't tell you.

Tell me what?

Tariq and I are business associates.

Well, we were until I caught
him trying to cheat me.

Don't worry, I haven't
touched a hair on his head,

but he's gonna stay with me
until Ghost and Tommy make good.

Now, if I were you,

I'd make sure they get it done.

Otherwise I gotta do what I gotta do.

You understand me?

Yeah, I understand.

Right again, kid. Ghost
didn't tell her anything.

Told you.

I'm right about all of them.

I hear you!

Ghost.

LaKeisha.

Um, LaKeisha, I just want
you to hear it from me.

I'm very appreciative how much
you've been helping us, you know?

Thanks.

I'm not doing this for you.

- 'Keisha, please.
- Please?

What you want me to say to him, Tommy?

This the same motherfucker
who shot your car up

and thought he killed you,
and now I'm supposed to shut up

and let him clean his
money through my shop?

Yeah, because the cash we bringing in,

if it gets traced back
to Ghost, he's going away.

And if he goes away, then I go away,

and you don't want that, do you?

No.

But after this, we out, Tommy.

Yeah.

I already got my boys moving weight.

- Okay, good.
- We could use some more hands.

- I hope you got somebody.
- Yeah, I got somebody.

I got a local cat. He owes me a favor.

I know him?

No, no, you don't know him.

- You trust him?
- Of course.

Who the fuck is Vincent, Ghost?

And how did you let him take Tariq?

And when were you even gonna tell
me any of this shit was happening?

- How dare you?
- Tasha, how...

- I can't... can't with...
- When could I...

Wait a minute.

What the hell did our son
get himself into this time?

It's okay, Tasha.

Tariq just got in a little
over his head with Vincent,

but we're gonna get him back, I swear.

Really? How?

By paying Vincent $2
million by tomorrow night.

Wait-wait-wait a minute.

So you're saying
you're back in the game?

Tasha, can you think
of another way, huh?

I gotta fucking be back in
the game to get our son back.

Fine, just let me help you, all right?

I'll clean any of the money
you make through my day care.

Mm-mm. Won't need your help.

- I'm doing it.
- Oh, hell no.

Okay, I'm not being left
out of this, 'Keisha.

Tariq is my son.

I mean, if you want to
clean the money, fine,

but bring me your books so I
can show you how to do it right.

- No.
- You know what, 'Keisha?

We-we could use her help.

- Let her help.
- I gotta go.

Go? Go where? Where are you going?

'Keisha, we just...
we need the money.

What's more important than your son?

What-what is... this looks different.

This is different.

This configuration gives major donors

priority access to you.

Small donors can fight

for a quick selfie after dinner.

It's gonna look like I'm turning my back

on my grassroots supporters,
and I can't do that.

I don't like to admit that
money buys political access,

Rashad, but it does.

Guys, what if we just
postpone the fund-raiser?

I mean it, you know, until we find
a solution that works for everyone.

Okay, let me be clear.

Not only are we not
postponing the event,

but I need both of you to
bring your "A" games to it.

Now, my goal is to
walk away with at least

three six-figure checks
and a ton of smaller ones.

All right, once I figure out...

I got it: we just scrap the
whole checks thing, right?

We just go straight cash raffle.

You know, the highest
cash donor, they get,

I don't know, ten minutes of
face time with you, the candidate.

They get to ask you whatever
it is they want to ask you.

Brilliant, I love it. Now,
how do they write it off?

A bank, corporate sponsorship.
Hell, I don't know, Ramona.

Maybe they show up to our event

with their checks in hand;
we cash that on the spot.

That goes in this
great, big kitty of ours,

and we walk away with great
pictures for great press.

Money gets money;
people love the pictures

and are inspired to donate
to Tate for Governor.

- There it is.
- You need to...

I'm not feeling this,
Ramona. A little something...

You put in cash out of your own
pocket to pay for time with you

that our lower-income constituents
otherwise couldn't afford.

We add three great citizens to the mix.

Make sure one of them gets a spot.

I can't say no to that.

No, you can't.

Speaking of issues, Rashad,
I could use your help.

There is a little girl, she
is in the child welfare system,

and apparently her father says
she's being held there illegally.

- Can you help?
- Damn.

Wish I could help,
James, but seeing as...

He'll do it. Perfect photo op.

Exposing the way the system uses

children against their
biological parents.

Family values voters will eat it up.

You are on fire today, James.

Thank you, Ramona. Just doing my job.

Get me the details.
I'll make some calls.

I'll put you in touch with my friend
over at Children and Family Services.

Come on, let's go find a
bank to sponsor this event.

Councilman.

I don't see anything wrong.

I did it just like you showed me.

This ain't how I showed
you to do it, 'Keisha.

This is fucked.

Look, you only ordered
ten new blow-dryers.

This invoice needs to say you
ordered at least a hundred,

and you need to make sure
your vendor accepts cash.

Fine. I'll fix it.

Uh, LaKeisha, can you give us a moment?

What's up?

Zigg, now is not a good time.

You wanted to move weight.

You pay when it's time to pay.

But if you're too busy,

I could go holler at
your girl real quick.

- No, and she's not my girl.
- She got a man?

Yes, and you don't want
to meet him, trust me.

I mean, why are you coming
here in the middle of the day?

Here's your money, a'ight?

Look-a here, yes.

Yo, you did real good.

I'll be back.

Pleasure doing business with you.

Bye.

Bye.

So... who was that?

Nobody, just some dude I
went on a couple dates with.

Mm-hmm. That nigga ain't
even your type, Tasha.

How you know what kinda type I have?

And I know a dope boy when I see one,

so like I said, what the fuck is up?

All right, but you
can't say shit to Ghost.

Say shit to Ghost? You know I
ain't fucking with that nigga.

His name is Zigg.

I moved some of his product
through the day care.

I got one of the moms here to help me.

Okay, well...

how much more do you think she can move?

♪ Tell me what you need ♪

♪ Bitch, you know a
young nigga got it ♪

♪ Pills to the weed, Poppy
Street, niggas 'bout that profit ♪

♪ I'm the dope man, out here
serving dope to niggas' mamas ♪

♪ I'm the dope man,
tell me what you need ♪

♪ I got that ♪

Let's hear it for Coco
on the side stage.

Coco.

You sure your girls could be trusted?

Please, I'd bet my
life on these bitches.

Well, I sure as hell am betting mine.

- I got you, sis.
- Mm-hmm.

♪ Quarter key of 'caine,
I'm the dope man ♪

♪ I'm the dope man ♪

♪ I can get you high, baby,
I don't need a plane ♪

♪ You should hurry up and buy
'cause we're selling everything ♪

♪ I'm the dope man ♪

♪ I'm the dope man ♪

♪ Get with the program,
get with the program ♪

All right, all right, all right,
we gonna do it just like this.

I need a kilo of everything
you motherfucking got.

We trying to sell it
all. Crack, coke...

Yo, what the fuck is this, man?

You on a coffee break or something?

No, just waiting for the
competition to clear out.

So you just gonna stand
here holding your dick

until these niggas
get tired and go home?

Man, fuck you.

You do this shit your
way, I'ma do it mine.

You ain't built for this shit, bro.

All right.

Hope y'all done exploiting niggas, man.

Me too, 'cause my black
ass is off the clock.

Uh, look, we done.

I appreciate y'all going
in extra hard on this.

It wasn't nothing', boss. Easy money.

Right, fellas?

And while y'all two
niggas always complaining,

I'll get this shit sorted out.

Thank you, baby. Fuck is you doing?

You gonna watch a female struggle?

Where are your fucking manners?

- Sorry.
- Get them bags.

- Here.
- 'Keisha, let me get a bag...

Goddamn.

_

Tommy's got the bags from all
his people. Counting it now.

Well, do you think all this
money plus his is gonna be enough?

Well, we got our half, right?

All right, call me.

Where'd you cop the truck, Tommy?

It's Grim's.

Some asshole totaled my car.

Tommy, what are we doing?

Don't you think we should
fucking talk about it, huh?

What happens between me and
you once we get Tariq back?

I mean...

no need to talk about it.

I know the answer.

Okay, well, you wanna enlighten me?

Don't play innocent,
Ghost. Are you packing?

Yeah, I'm packing. You?

Of course I'm packing.

And there's the answer.

Yeah, I guess there's your answer.

We deliver the money to Vincent,

we pick up the kid, and then...

We do what we do.

What the...

Let's go. Out of the car.

No, no, Tommy. Don't even think about
it. There's too many of them, man.

- _
- We could take 'em.

Come on, man, I got
something to live for.

Okay, you wanna die, you
do it on your own terms.

I shoulda known you
wouldn't have my back.

I don't have all fucking
night! Get out of the car!

_

All right.

_

- Yo, Jason...
- Jason.

You ain't gonna take that,
right? Come on, please.

Jason, what the fuck is this?

I should be asking you that,

but I already know the answer.

Can't fucking believe that you
two are working together again.

We ain't working
together. Not technically.

Well, technically you still
owe me for my guys' protection,

even though you've been
ditching them lately.

And you, technically you still owe me

for this month's payment
for killing Stanomir.

So you know what? This is what I'm
gonna do. I'm gonna fix all that.

You've been paying him for the guy
you killed when you fucked up my car?

And you've been paying
him for protection from me?

Listen, Jason, we need that money, man.

- I swear to God.
- Yeah, I bet you do.

Which is why I'm only
going to take half.

That should bring both
your accounts current.

_

Motherfucker!

So what the fuck are
we supposed to do now?

The only thing we can do.

Fuck.

- Really?
- Vincent, I can explain.

No, you don't get to talk.

Bring him in.

You know, it must be nice
thinking you can show up

with only half the money you
owe me and I'd be okay with it.

You know, if the shoe
was on the other foot,

I don't think I'd have the balls.

- Dad, Uncle Tommy!
- Tariq, you all right?

Tariq, son, you okay?

Yo, come on, what the fuck?

Look, I'm just trying
to make sure my son...

Shut the fuck up, both of you!

They move, you fucking shoot 'em.

Vincent, what the fuck is that?

You know.

You know... come on, man, what?

What are you doing? This ain't a
fucking gangster movie, come on.

- It's heavy.
- That's not necessary, man.

He's a kid. We can talk about it, right?

Come on, Vincent, you
don't want to do this, man.

- Vincent, this ain't you.
- No?

It's gonna hurt me more
than it hurts him, though.

Whoa!

Remember, I want $2 million.

Do you understand? Two.

Vincent, you don't have
to do this to my kid, man!

We can handle it
another fucking way.

- $2 million.
- Come on, man, that's my son.

Sins of the father.

Come on, Vincent!

- Get the fuck off!
- Ahh!

That's enough!

Okay, that's enough.

- Stop.
- I don't think so.

- Vincent, come on!
- Look at that.

- You motherfucker!
- No, Ghost! Ghost...

Ghost, you're gonna get us all killed!

Cool out, Ghost.

Son.

Get it together. Get it together.

He's gonna be all right.

You have 24 more hours. I
don't get my money, he dies.

- Get 'em the fuck outta here.
- All right, all right.

- We goin'. We goin'.
- Tariq! Tariq!

We're goin'.

Man, what the fuck? That
wasn't part of the plan.

Yeah, well, you said
they'd have the money.

It's my plan now.

- Ghost, where's Tariq?
- Vincent still has him, Tasha.

- Tommy.
- What? Why?

Jason robbed us. He took half the money.

You okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.
- Yeah, we both fine.

- What about Tariq?
- Tariq's fine.

- We saw him, Tasha.
- Okay, so what now?

Vincent gave us a day to come up
with the rest of the cash, Tasha.

And to do that, we're gonna
need to get more product.

Obviously we can't go
back to Jason's ass, so...

Tasha.

Tasha!

You gonna say something?

I can get the drugs.

From where?

I got a connect.

I mean, he-he's not
exactly big-time, but...

- I think he can get us what we need.
- You got a connect?

You've been moving weight
without telling anybody?

Are you fucking kidding me right now?

Ghost, come on, we ain't
got time for this. Focus!

- Tasha, you're fucking foul.
- Oh, I'm fucking foul?

- For moving weight without telling me.
- Are you kidding me?

Take me to this motherfucker
so I can see if he's legit.

No, no, hell no, okay?

I'm not letting him see you or Tommy,

and seeing as you can't
seem to save our son,

I'ma have to go do it myself.

Hey, hey, are you fucking kid...
Fuck, you believe this shit?

I don't know what the fuck is going on,

but if she can get product,

my boys can move that shit ASAP.

We need it, Ghost.

You're right, fuck it.

I'll get extra help. Later.

- Later.
- Later, LaKeisha.

Good-bye.

How long you known that
she was moving weight?

I just found out when
I went to her spot.

I told you we shouldn't be
fucking with them anymore.

Yeah, and I hear you,

and as soon as this
is over with, we done.

You have my word on that.

You better not be lying, Tommy.

This shit has to be done when it's done.

I'm fucking sick of them.

Hey, are you sure you
can move this much?

Yeah, I'll be fine.

Benny, thanks for coming, man.

Of course.

You know how fond I was of your cousin,

and I just wanted to offer
my condolences in person.

I'm sorry, Benny.

I appreciate that, James.

Joey would have too.

Look, I also wanted to offer you some
information you'll be interested in.

Joe told me about a client who he
was hiding in my penthouse from.

Igor Ungar is the name, okay?

Joe apparently was testifying
against him in a sex trafficking case,

and I guess in the shock of everything,

it slipped my mind that
that's who your cousin said

he was trying to get away from.

Yeah, well, say no more.

If there's, uh,

any way that I could
ever repay you for this,

you know, you just ask.

You got my word.

Actually, I'd like to
take you up on that now.

Look, man, Joe told me a
little bit about your business,

and I could use your
help; I could use your guys

for a little bit under 24 hours.

I'm asking for your help, Benny.

How much product are we talking?

Hmm?

As much as you can move.

Yeah, we good.

So we good?

Yeah, we good.

Now all I gotta do is
get this product to Ghost

and make sure we move it, get the
money, hopefully to help Tariq.

Oh, shit, Tasha.

The cops.

Wait in my office. Go.

- Now.
- Okay.

Hello again, Mrs. St. Patrick.

Could we speak to you for a moment?

It's Ms. Green now, and no.

I'm actually very busy. I'm working.

This will only take a
minute. I'm Detective McCall.

I'm sure you remember
Sergeant Rodriguez.

And I'm looking into the
shooting death of Joseph Proctor

that took place at your
home the other night.

Wait a minute. Proctor is dead?

You didn't know?

No. James didn't tell me.

He and I are split up.

I don't live at the penthouse anymore.

I see. Uh...

should we continue this
somewhere more private?

There's no need. I-I
don't know anything.

We have reason to believe
Tariq might, Ms. Green,

so we're gonna need
to speak to him today.

Please give me a call and
we'll set something up.

Always a pleasure.

Shit.

Time's up.

I need that money back in
the campaign's account now.

It's coming, Rashad, okay?

No, no, no, I don't want
to hear that shit, James.

You assured me repayment,
full repayment within 24 hours.

So get on the phone, make some calls,

do whatever you gotta
do, lie if you must,

but run me my money back ASAP,

because without it, that
alleged recording of yours

is fucking worthless

since I won't have a goddamn
campaign to run at all.

I want my money, James.

Ah...

Mrs. St. Patrick. Lovely surprise.

I need to speak to my husband... alone.

Of course. I was just leaving.

James...

You know, Tasha, I'm beginning to
understand why you wanted to leave him.

Get the fuck outta my face, Rashad.

Always nice to see you too, good sister.

What's up, Tasha?

Proctor's dead in the penthouse.

Why didn't you tell me?

Our son's in a lot of
trouble, Tasha, okay?

I guess it slipped my mind.

Oh, okay, well, he's
in more trouble now.

Sergeant Rodriguez came to the day care.

Her and some other woman cop wanna
question Tariq about Proctor's death.

They think he's a witness.

I tried to stall 'em,
but they wouldn't let up.

- Okay.
- Okay?

Yeah, we'll let him talk to them.

Well, how the hell are we gonna do that?

I'll call Vincent, okay?
I'll tell Vincent the deal.

The last thing Vincent wants is
cops sniffing around, trust me.

All right, all right, set it up.

- I'll handle it.
- Wait a minute, you?

Yes, me.

It'll make Vincent less suspicious

if I show up as opposed to you.

Safer for Tariq.

I'll make the call.

Yeah?

Listen, the only reason I agreed to this

is 'cause Ghost convinced me the
cops wouldn't stop looking for you,

and I don't need them
showing up on my doorstep,

but your dad doesn't know
this whole kidnapping scheme

was all your idea.

So don't fuck this up.

I won't.

Tariq. Baby, are you okay?

Ma, no. I'm scared.

You should be very scared.

Now, we're gonna be
parked right outside.

You don't do anything stupid.
You don't even think about it.

So listen to me, okay?

You know I don't like
trusting the police,

but you are not getting back in
that car, so once we get inside...

I have to go back in that car.

He got people watching Big Mama and Yas.

- Hello.
- Ms. Green.

Tariq, good to see you again.

Sorry it always has to be
under such bleak circumstances.

This is Detective McCall; she's
gonna ask you some questions

about the shooting that
took place at your home.

Um, my former home.

- I live with my mom now.
- Of course.

Listen, I appreciate you both
taking the time to meet with us,

but don't you think you'd rather
do this down at the precinct?

- We'd have a lot more privacy.
- No.

I'm not letting my child go
anywhere near a police station.

Go ahead, ask your
questions so we can go.

I'm sure you know by now
that your dad's lawyer

was killed inside the
penthouse that night.

Did you see anything out of
the ordinary before it happened?

- Hear anything?
- No.

I was actually gone before everything.

And where'd you go?

I went to get hot chocolate.

You disabled the alarm
and snuck out the back door

to get hot chocolate?

No, I-I didn't sneak.

- I just...
- It's okay, Tariq.

If you need a minute, take your time.

Um...

well, there's this white guy
that lives on the 12th floor,

and every time he sees me,

he always threatens
to call the cops on me

because he thinks black people don't
deserve to live in the building.

So I just ended up taking
that door all the time

so I could avoid seeing
him in the elevator.

Listen, I'm-I'm really sorry
about what happened to Mr. Proctor.

But I honestly don't
know who killed him.

The one thing I do know
is, if I didn't leave

to go get hot chocolate,
I would be dead right now.

I just hear too much about
people dying all the time.

I don't understand it.

Everyone's always dying.

I'm tired of it.

It's okay.

Baby.

Are we done?

Tariq, why'd you lie in there?

- I didn't.
- Yes, you did,

about some magical white
dude who threatened you.

I'm your mother. I know you better
than you know yourself, Tariq,

and I can tell when you're
lying, even if the cops can't.

Ma, Vincent's still gonna
kill me, no matter what I said.

- It doesn't matter.
- No, he won't, okay?

I won't let that happen.

It's not in your control.

Listen, I heard him talking.

Once Ghost and Tommy give him that
money, he's killing all three of us.

Oh, baby, I'm...

Tariq.

Tariq. Did he do this to you?

Yeah. Come on. Don't let him see.

Your work here is done.

Vincent, please, we did what you wanted.

Just let my son go.

What I want is my fucking money,

and you're running real short on time.

And then Vincent put him in a
car, and then they just took off.

Drove... so what else did Tariq say?

He didn't have much time to
say much of anything else.

All that he said was that
this whole thing is a setup,

and Vincent said he's
gonna kill all three of you

as soon as he gets his money.

Yo, Grim, what do we got?

Not much, 40 Gs.

- What?
- What the fuck?

That's all you got from
selling all of Zigg's product?

Zigg's product got
two stars on Yelp, man.

It ain't shit, man.

You know niggas got
discerning palates nowadays.

- _
- And to make matters worse,

the million that Jason
didn't take from us,

we gotta give that shit back
to Tate before his fund-raiser.

Can't stall him any longer, Tommy.

Well, that's great. Then we're fucked.

Fuck.

Maybe not.

- We could hit Truth.
- Hit Truth?

Yeah, hit Truth.

Tasha, I can't rob my own club.

Not the club. Tate's
fund-raiser at the club.

I mean, isn't everybody saying
some of the richest people

in New York City are gonna be there?

Send in a crew and empty their pockets.

Yeah, but won't people know that Ghost
was behind that shit if he ain't there?

I will be there, Tommy.

You round up 2-Bit and
Spanky. I'll get Alphonse.

The three of them rob me and Tasha

along with everybody else at the club.

It's smart, Tasha.

Yeah, and that whole crowd
gonna be laced up with jewelry.

- I mean, we double up.
- Exactly.

And Benny, of course, he got a
crew that can fence all that shit,

- so this is how we get Tariq back.
- Perfect.

Um, excuse me, so what if
something happens at Truth?

What happens to Tariq then?

Any of y'all thought of that?

LaKeisha's right. We need a backup plan.

I got it.

Yo, Grim.

Yo, I need sugar-free, 'cause I
ain't got no points left for the day.

How many times I gotta tell
your Weight Watchers ass

to stay the fuck out of
my motherfucking fridge?

The only way that Vincent is
gonna hold up his end of the deal

is if we go eye-to-eye
with that motherfucker.

- He takes one of ours...
- We take one of his.

- Come on, B.G., let's roll.
- All right, come on.

- Let's count this money.
- Watch your back, Tommy.

All right.

Oh! _

You shouldn't be smoking
those anyway, man.

- What?
- Come here.

Come over here.

Vincent's gonna kill
you for fucking with me.

Yeah, Vincent's gonna kill me anyway.

Come on.

Hey, this is gonna be fun.

Hey there. I'm glad you made it.

- You look nice.
- Uh, James.

A brief word with you if you don't mind.

Absolutely.

How'd you do it?

Do what, Rashad?

Put the money back.

I spoke with the accountants,

and they said everything
is as it should be.

- Gentlemen.
- As I said it would be, right?

Is that not what you
wanted, Officer Tate?

Oh, yeah, motherfucker, of
course it's what I wanted.

I just don't like to be
strung along, that's all.

- Ah. Well, see.
- Perfect.

- Thank you.
- Thanks.

Thank you. Look, Rashad, how
I did it is not important.

What is important is
that you and I had a deal.

This is my only copy of my
conversation with you and Alphonse.

Now we're even.

Are you ever gonna tell me what you

needed that million dollars for, James?

Well, that depends, Rashad.

You ever gonna want to give
up plausible deniability?

All right, boys, it's time.

James, would you like to do the honors?

I certainly will.

Ladies and gentlemen, for those of you

whom I haven't yet had
the pleasure of meeting,

my name is James St. Patrick.

I want to welcome you to my club.

It is also my pleasure
to say a few words

about the man I'm getting
ready to bring to the stage.

- Ready?
- Nigga, I stay ready.

All right, I'm gonna get
you more when you run out.

You don't hear me complaining.

I'ma get paid either way.

Either way?

Hey, man, what's that supposed to mean?

If you're running a side hustle,

I need to fucking know about it.

Don't have me out here looking stupid.

I don't know what the
fuck you're talking about.

Well, and that's the thing.

It's why Rashad Tate's
the only man who I trust

to bring an end to the
corruption in New York politics.

It was really his focus on families

and early childhood
development that convinced me

to get behind his bid for governor.

He's stronger on education,
he's tougher on crime,

and next week, we're rolling out
a whole new set of initiatives

specifically geared
toward the tech sector.

And that's why every tax-deductible
dollar we raise tonight

will help us fight
for a cleaner New York,

a safer New York,

a New York that works for everybody,

not just a select few.

♪ Given everything ♪

♪ All to be a happy man too ♪

♪ Buy yourself a dream,
how's it looking ♪

♪ Buy yourself a car
and a house to live in ♪

♪ Get yourself a girl,
someone different ♪

♪ Buy yourself a dream ♪

- Drink, sir?
- Thank you.

♪ Gonna run it round ♪

♪ Strange, but it
just won't do, no ♪

♪ When it's coming down,
taking a hold on you ♪

♪ It all could be different ♪

♪ Try to do something new ♪

She's right over there.

♪ Given everything ♪

♪ All to be a happy man too ♪

♪ Buy yourself a dream,
how's it looking ♪

Let's get busy.

♪ Buy yourself a car
and a house to live in ♪

♪ Get yourself a girl,
someone different ♪

♪ Buy yourself a dream and
it won't mean nothing ♪

Dre?

♪ Closer ♪

♪ Turning it over ♪

- James, Mrs. St. Patrick.
- Jump in here.

Now tighter.

♪ Something new ♪

♪ I've given everything ♪

♪ All to be a happy man too ♪

♪ Buy yourself a dream,
how's it looking ♪

Oh, you're going to be the best thing
that ever happened to this state.

From your mouth to the good Lord's ears.

Thanks.

This better be a smart
investment, Ramona.

Don't let us down.

Burt, he'll be the best
friend you ever had in Albany.

- You have my word on that.
- And she never breaks her word.

Everybody get your
goddamn hands up!

Put your fucking hands up!

Let's go, put your hands up. Put 'em up!

You heard him, put your
hands where I can see 'em!

- Put 'em up!
- Everybody out here, hands up!

I said put your hands up.

Go, go, go.

Put your hands up.

I know you from somewhere.

Get your fucking hands up, nigga.

I ain't playing no fucking games.

All right, ladies,

move them asses to the
left side of the room.

All my fellas to the
right side of the room.

- Let's go!
- Let's go!

- Now, let's go!
- Let's move! Let's go!

Let's go!

Y'all know what this is.

Put the jewels in the fucking bag.

Nobody gonna get hurt, you heard?

- Okay.
- Y'all moving fucking slow.

Move!

Money and jewelry, come on.

Yeah.

Put the jewels in the bag!

That's right!

Money and jewels, come
on. Put the money in.

We came for the money.

That's right, all in this fucking bag.

Put the motherfucking watch too.

Come on, I-I gave you the wallet, man.

- The watch stays with me.
- Give me the goddamn watch!

James, please, just give it to him.

Just let him have it.

You gonna listen to that bitch?

Or you trying to be a goddamn hero?

Hurry up!

- Come on!
- All right.

Let's go. That envelope too.

- We good?
- Yep.

- Like a motherfucker.
- I'm good.

- Good.
- Let's make it.

Haven't I seen you
before? On TV with Tate.

I know him.

That's fucking Alphonse.

Didn't you marry the old
boy with the sex tape?

Sure, that's you. I
knew I saw you on TV.

You that political girl.

Hey! I'm talking to you, girl.

You probably think I haven't had
one of those pointed at me before.

Oh, you feisty.

- Take the gun, Rashad.
- I like that.

Maybe you'd like to come with us.

- Hey, that's enough, man.
- Shut the fuck up.

Look, man, robbery's one thing,

but you gotta stop or
somebody's gonna get hurt.

Put your fucking hands up. Higher!

Taking it too far.

I decide what's too goddamn far.

You should've left with
your homeboys, a'ight?

You got no backup. It's not smart.

So? I don't need them niggas.

- How you gonna get...
- Back the fuck up!

- Back the fuck up!
- I'm back. I'm back. I'm back.

Just trying to be
level with you, a'ight?

You think you gonna
get out of here alive?

Even if you do, how far you
think you're gonna make it?

Drop the gun now!

I'm not gonna say it twice, Alphonse.

Here in the Meatpacking District,

live at the scene of tonight's
extraordinary robbery

that took place at the Tate
for Governor fund-raiser

here at Truth nightclub.

Councilman Tate, several
witnesses have told us

you pretty much
single-handedly saved the lives

of everyone here tonight.

Well, uh, that's quite
generous, but, um, yes,

uh, I only did what anyone in
my position would have done.

I think a lot of voters forget
that you were a police officer.

Between college and law
school, that's correct.

It's been ten years
since I handled a weapon.

And yet you were ready at the,
forgive me, moment of truth.

I'm told you actually
knew the ringleader.

Any truth to that?

Yes, his name was Alphonse Clemons.

But the Alphonse I knew
was a smart young man

with a bright future ahead of him.

I don't know what made him choose

to go down the wrong
path, but I do know this.

New York can't afford
to keep losing its youth

to crime...

and violence.

Jobs and education are the way out.

We can provide for them, and we will.

It's been quite some night.

Insurance will reimburse
any donors who lost money.

Your club will get a month's
worth of free publicity.

And Rashad Tate just became the darling

of every tough-on-crime
voter in New York.

It's kinda funny how it all worked out.

"Funny" is a good word for it.

James, we better get going.

We need to pick up our son.

Of course.

Good night, James.

- Good night.
- Ramona.

Tasha.

Come on, get out.

- Hey, son.
- Hey.

The fuck?

You didn't think I
would let the kid live.

I've killed people I
actually care about

for less than what he did to me.

Vincent, I think my son
is gonna be just fine.

- Vincent.
- Benny?

And how does this concern you, Benny?

The night my cousin was murdered,

Tariq saved my niece's life,

brought her to me safe and sound.

Not even a fucking scratch.

If you're looking
to hurt this kid,

it very much concerns me.

Is he all right?

He felt the need to put
hands on my son, Benny.

Tariq will get over it. I won't.

Now, it's my understanding
you've been compensated

for whatever trouble he caused you?

Unless you want to go
to war with my people,

and I suspect you very much
don't want to do that...

...quit while you're fucking ahead.

_

- Benny, thank you again, man.
- Mm-hmm.

Hey, thanks, Benny, for
what you did for the kid.

No thanks necessary.

Ghost gave me the name of
the person who killed Joey.

He's got a friend in me for life.

Yeah, sure.

Anyway, Benny, I'm gonna
get my son home, all right?

His mom's probably
going out of her mind.

Yeah, do that.

- Thanks again.
- Good night, gentlemen.

- All right.
- Good night.

Let's go 'Riq.

Hey, Uncle T, you're not coming with us?

Do me a favor, 'Riq.

Stay out of trouble, a'ight?

Go on, get in the car.

Go home.

Yeah.

That boy is knocked out like
he hasn't slept in a week.

Tommy killed Proctor.

What?

Tasha, the way that Tommy looked
at Benny when he saw him...

And I think he got our
son to help him do it.

I know. I know what you're thinking.

But just hear me out for a second.

If Proctor was afraid that
Tommy was coming after him,

the penthouse would be the safest
place for him to hide, right?

Unless, of course, Tommy got
somebody to help sneak him in.

I checked our son's phone.

He and Tommy talked
right before the shooting.

And then there's this whole back door.

Tasha, come on, when has Tariq
ever gone in or out the back door?

Shit.

Ghost, Tariq lied to the
police about the back door.

I sat there and watched him do it.

You're right.

I think he helped Tommy.

Tommy.

Oh.

Oh. You're okay.

Ghost knows about Proctor.

Shit.

What are you gonna do, Tommy?

I don't know.

But in some weird way, I
think he might take this

almost as hard as the Angela thing.

I'm not gonna let him hurt you, Tommy.

I will kill him myself if I have to.

'Keisha, this is about me and Ghost,

and there's only one way it's gonna end.

Time-out is over.