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Previously on Power...

Mm, yeah.

Think we're gonna win Fulton County.

You're goddamn right!

I'm winning it all!

How was yoga this morning?

Mm, you know, had a nice stretch.

Jason's looking for new distro.

His present one isn't cutting it.

- I'm out.
- I'll do it.

You know that back
door to the penthouse?

Yeah, the service door.

Turn the alarm off.

Get the fuck out of there now.

Are you trying to hurt my dad?

Nah...

I ain't gonna hurt your dad.

Tommy, w-what are you doing here?

Whoa!

Daddy?

Go to your Uncle Benny's right now.

This ain't fucking over.

It is for you.

Your son... your godson... Tariq,

I caught him trying to cheat me.

I'm gonna fucking kill that kid.

No, I'm gonna kill him

unless you give me $2 million.

- 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.

Look, man, thanks, all right?

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

You're right, Ghost.

I don't.

What the hell is all
this product in here?

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

and I need it done
with no questions asked.

And one more thing.

I kinda can't pay you for the job.

A'ight, fuck it.

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

- Hey, son.
- Hey.

Ghost knows about Proctor.

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

This is about me and Ghost,

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

Tommy killed Proctor.

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

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Wake up.

I said wake the fuck up. Sleepy
time's over, little motherfucker.

- Let's go.
- You got a fucking gun on me?

Back door to the penthouse.

You left it open for Tommy. Why?

I thought it'd lock behind me.

Oh, keep lying, Tariq.

You're not gonna shoot me, so stop
this Scared Straight bullshit now.

"I don't know what
happened, Mr. Officer.

Quite frankly, my son just was
never the same after his sister died.

He got expelled from school.

He was under the pressure of the police.

I don't know how he got a gun.

I guess he just didn't
feel like his life

was worth living anymore.

I failed him as a father."

Not gonna kill me.

I'm your son.

You know why Kanan killed his son, huh?

You know why Kanan put a
fucking bullet in Shawn's head?

Because Shawn was disloyal.

If you were anybody else,
Tariq, you'd already be dead.

Yeah, little nigga,
the moment you let Tommy

in the penthouse to kill me

was the moment you
were no longer my son,

and now you're my enemy.

He swore he wasn't gonna hurt you.

- And you believed that shit?
- I don't know why he was there.

Bullshit, you didn't even
call to see if I was home,

and then you take Elisa Marie
out so she doesn't get hurt?

Why, huh? Why you trying to help Tommy?

'Cause he wasn't gonna
hurt you, and I owed him!

You owe me, little
nigga. I gave you life.

I stole drugs out of Tommy's warehouse.

He didn't know.

Tommy knew you were stealing drugs.

I told him I stopped, and I didn't.

So now you stop.

All this shit is over.

Keep thinking you're
fucking smarter than me.

Don't ever make that mistake again, son.

Get dressed. We're going for a ride.

Uncle Tommy did all of this?

Yeah.

With your help, son.

You hid your drug shit
in your sister's bedroom?

I knew you wasn't
gonna come in here, man.

This is where she used
to hide all her stuff.

Raina didn't have anything to hide.

You just ain't know where to look.

Get up, get up. I got it.

I can find it.

This it? Where's the rest?

That's all I got.

I can't believe you're
robbing me right now, yo.

Dope boys get robbed
all the time, nigga.

I worked hard for that money, Ghost.

And I worked hard for all
of the shit you took from me.

Don't you ever fucking
call me Ghost again.

You hear me?

It's the least you owe me back.

One more thing you gotta give me.

What? I don't got no money.

I got no product. I got
nothing to give you.

Give me your word you'll
never talk to Tommy again ever.

He owned you. Now I fucking own you.

If I catch you fucking with Tommy again,

I'm gonna let Tommy know
that you stole from him,

and then you gotta deal
with fucking Tommy and me.

I thought you left.

Nah.

Just thinking.

Thinking about how we have no product,

no money, and Ghost is on our asses?

'Cause that's what I'm thinking about.

LaKeisha, we've been over this.

What was I supposed to do?

Ignore the kid's call?

I mean, Tariq was in real trouble.

You told him to stop dealing.

It ain't your fault if he didn't listen.

I never would have made
it to Proctor in time

if it wasn't for 'Riq's help.

And now Ghost knows
that you killed Proctor.

So how long do you think it's gonna take

before he finds out that
you asked Tariq for his help?

Yeah.

That's why I want you holding.

It's just a precaution.

Just until I handle Ghost.

Got you a purse big enough for that.

Just put it in there.

- And then we're done, right?
- Yeah.

Including Tariq, Tommy.

No, 'Keisha, I can't never
turn my back on that kid.

It's not his fault that
he's like this, you know.

I mean, it's Ghost's fault and Kanan.

They fucked him up. But
that boy is my family.

Family?

So what the fuck are me and Cash, then?

Of course you and
Cash, but Tariq is too.

That's just the way it is.

Hey, why don't you go do inventory?

And then this weekend,

teach you really how
to shoot this thing.

Tommy, is this thing loaded?

Tasha, of course the gun wasn't loaded.

What the fuck do you mean, "of course"?

I mean, you have no right
to aim a gun at our son.

Well, he admitted to everything,
okay? He admitted to everything.

He didn't have any more drugs left,

and I took the rest of his cash.

You know where your precious little son

was hiding the rest of his stash?

In Raina's room.

Damn.

Tasha, he's too far gone
for us to be soft anymore,

so I did what I had to do to
get him back on the right path.

Oh-oh, that's what you think?

Pulling a gun on our son is
putting him on the right path?

- Wow.
- Well, he respects me now.

No, he hates you now.

Look, I can't control that, Tasha.

What I can do is get him

through the rest of high
school and into college.

And I'll be damned if
you or anybody else

tells me how to fucking
do that, all right?

He will learn to love me again,

and then he'll appreciate
everything I've done.

It just won't be today.

Okay, Ghost, you got
it under control, right?

But that is your son.

So no matter what you do...
you can take his money...

he's gonna find a way to get it back.

Tasha, you didn't see him, okay?

I saw his face. I got through to him.

Told him to stay away
from Tommy, and he will.

And then I'll just find a
school that will take him

after this whole Choate thing,

and he'll have a life I
never had, a real education.

Go to college, graduate from college.

A legitimate life, Tasha.

It's the end of this
drug shit for this family.

Tariq is on the right track.

Okay, Ghost.

Tariq!

Tariq.

Tariq?

Where the hell he go now?

Who knows?

47.

Yo, how long till Tommy get
more product from Jason?

I don't know.

You all up under Tommy. I
thought he would've told you.

And Jason takes his fee up front,

so unless Tommy's sitting on some
clean money we don't know about,

there's no more fucking
product coming in.

I'm sure Tommy's got a plan, a'ight?

Let's just calm down.

- I am calm.
- No, you're not.

Yo, y'all open this shit?

- No.
- Nah.

Who the fuck broke in here?

Look at this shit.

Fuck you talking about? Fuck you mean?

Broke in where?

Oh, LaKeisha, I didn't
even know you was here.

Yeah, I got here early to do inventory,

but I see y'all niggas beat me to it.

- What the hell happened?
- There's product missing.

I can see that. How?

How the hell we 'posed to know?

We the only ones in here.

Who found it?

I did.

Yeah, okay.

I'm gonna call Tommy real quick.

What's that supposed
to mean, "Yeah, okay"?

Hey, Two, fall back.

It means it's a good cover-up

to discover a robbery
that you did yourself.

And Tommy told me about
that shit with Tariq,

how you didn't want to help either.

That shit with Tariq was bullshit,

but I still played my position.

I ain't taking product
behind nobody back.

If I did want to steal some
shit, I'd snatch that chain.

- Hey, Two, chill!
- Well, it's missing, ain't it?

And y'all the only three
that know about this place,

so I think I'll go talk
to Tommy in person instead.

Nobody took nothing.

Yo, get the fuck off me!

The bigger issue is,
somebody else was in here.

You go telling Tommy it's one of us,

he's gonna do what he always does,

go off all crazy.

It won't be good for him.

He needs to go off crazy.

Tommy gonna see all y'all niggas.

- "All y'all niggas"?
- No, no, no.

'Keisha, 'Keisha, 'Keisha, 'Keish...

What the fuck is wrong with you?

You shouldn't have
grabbed her like that.

B.G. is right, man. You know
Tommy gonna go off.

You can't be touching his girl.

Nigga, she can't call me a sneak thief

to my face either.

She wasn't his girl, I would've
smacked the shit outta her.

You got anger issues, bro.

You're gonna get us killed for real.

One of y'all take this shit?

- No.
- Nigga, you know I would've told you.

Then we all got a problem now.

Gotta figure out how to fix this.

I knew that bitch was trouble
the minute she showed up.

You shouldn't have grabbed her, man.

Keep your fucking hands to yourself.

Didn't your mama ever tell you that?

Damn!

Where the hell is Tate?

We have to go over
his Rochester schedule

before that photo op at CPS.

Why isn't he answering his phone?

He's at a prayer breakfast.
Mount Zion Baptist Church.

I don't care.

God is not gonna help him
win this primary; I am.

Get Tate back here,

and have Cassandra send
me that Monroe County data.

Yeah, she's not here either.

Just like that. Just like that.

Mm-hmm.

- Are you fucking kidding me?
- Oh, shit.

You know what, Cassandra?
I kept wondering

why you had so many coffee
meetings on your calendar.

I guess you take yours black now.

Look, Derek, I'm sorry you
had to find out this way.

Look, I was planning on telling you
after we got through the campaign.

You don't have to worry
about that anymore, Cassandra,

because Tate's run for governor,

it ended right about now, I think.

Derek...

now's not the time to make
any important decisions.

- Oh.
- You're understandably in a state.

I appreciate your concern, Rashad.

I do, thank you.

When would be a good time, huh?

Before or after I take your opposition
research across the street?

Derek, Derek, I...

look, I have not been happy
in this marriage for a while.

But this-this is a private matter.

This is our problem to solve.

Do not make this about work.

Why don't we let the voters decide?

- Derek...
- Fuck you two!

- Derek!
- Shit!

Derek!

Shit.

Tommy!

Tommy, you here?

I need to talk to you
about this nigga 2-Bit.

Fuck.

_

Hey, LaKeisha, um, is Tommy here?

Who's asking, you or Ghost?

Look, I'm not here to
bring no trouble, all right?

I-I need to talk to Tommy.

Ghost put a gun on me this morning.

Good, somebody should've
whupped your little ass

a long time ago, pretending
to be something you not.

Like you with that piece?

I got reason to watch my back.

Look, 'Riq, I've known
you your whole life.

I got nothing but love
for you, but you gotta go.

Every time you come
around, Ghost shows up,

and we can't afford that shit right now.

I need to talk to Tommy.

Auntie, please. Is he in Brooklyn?

Why would he be in Brooklyn, 'Riq?

I don't know. He mentioned it once.

Where did you get them pills
from that you were selling?

Kanan. You know, he had a stash.

I just took whatever was left over.

You know what? You gotta go.

Well, would you at least tell
him that I came to look for him?

I put myself on the line for
you one too many times, 'Riq.

I'm all out of favors.
Stay away from us.

Mm-hmm.

See, your father thinks he got
through to you this morning,

but I know better.

I'm taking you to him right now.

I was just saying good-bye.
Don't tell Ghost.

Oh, I won't.

You will. Get in the car.

Okay, what's the latest?

Detective McCall and I
spoke with Tariq St. Patrick.

He claims he saw nothing the night

Proctor was gunned down
in his father's penthouse.

"Claims".

What do you mean? You don't believe him?

He seems pretty credible,
but there's a hole

in his story I haven't
been able to reconcile.

Proctor and his daughter

weren't just visiting
the penthouse that night.

They were houseguests, and
Tariq never mentioned it.

So where's the Proctor kid now?

Uh, with, um, Joe's cousin Benny.

Wh-either he has Elisa
Marie or knows who does.

Then what are you still doing here?

Hey, Rodriguez, one more thing.

Lindsay Proctor was here in his office

just days before she overdosed,

dead just like every single lead

we've had on James St. Patrick.

So what are you saying?

If Saxe is the problem,

then I need your help to get rid of him.

Sir, with respect,

I joined this task force to
find Angela Valdes's killer,

not investigate misconduct
in the Eastern District.

Good point, Sergeant.

I apologize...

if I made that sound
like it was a suggestion.

It wasn't.

Here they come.

Hey, baby.

Andre, why don't we take a photo?

Is that okay? Some photos?

Andre Coleman here was separated

from his beautiful daughter,
Heaven, now for far too long,

due to bureaucratic mismanagement
in Child Protective Services.

Sadly, Andre's story isn't unique.

As governor, I'll call on the assembly

to propose reforms in all of
our state child welfare programs.

I plan to make more reunions
like this one possible.

How 'bout a picture?

Okay, thank you guys very much.

You have what you need. Rashad.

Uh, Councilman, I appreciate your help,

but you can't be posting these pictures

until after the election, you feel me?

Of course, my good brother.

Just saving them for our website.

Rashad, I need to speak
with you right now.

Yeah.

Okay.

How could you be so reckless?

It's not what you think.

I've got one word for
you: Chappaquiddick.

Except Cassandra is not gonna
stay underwater very long.

She's precious, man.

You cleaned up well. Nice suit.

Nice move with that little
robbery at Tate's fund-raiser, man.

I knew that was you.

You lied to my face.

Listen, Andre, you can't prove that.

Just like I can't prove you
killed Maria Suarez, come on.

First of all, it wasn't me.

You're better off, James.

Yeah, looks like we both are.

- Derek will come around.
- Maybe.

- And if he doesn't?
- Then I'll tell my story.

Lonely, dedicated public servant

finds romance on the campaign trail.

Assuming Cassandra is
willing to back your version.

Well, if I win the general election,

she gets to ride me all
the way to the statehouse.

So you handled Saxe?

Yeah, now that I got my baby girl back,

he ain't got no leverage on me.

I'm about to introduce
you to Tommy's connect,

as his replacement.

So, Andre, you gotta
watch your back, man.

If Tommy catches you on TV,
it's not a good thing for you.

Keep your head up. Hold on to her tight.

All right.

Hey, baby.

You're a single man and
a rising star in the DNC.

You could literally
fuck anyone you want,

and you pick a married
woman who works for you.

Why create problems for yourself?

I get it.

The whole infidelity thing
is a little touchy for you.

I will handle it, Ramona. Thank you.

You've done enough, Rashad. Thank you.

I will handle it.

Well...

I mean, you gotta tell me, come on.

Was the ass worth it?

She told you too?

You know what? You really should wipe

that smug look off your
face, my brother,

because if this blows back on me,

it's a problem for the both of us.

Now, how is that, Rashad, huh?

I had Derek do deep background checks

on all of my campaign contributors.

That's right.

He knows a lot about you, James.

And don't think for a
moment he won't deploy

every weapon he has to destroy me.

Now, do you have any thoughts

on how we can keep Derek's
bitch-ass mouth quiet?

Maybe.

Do you have any friends on the
admissions board at Callister Prep?

My nigga.

Hey, Tommy, get over here.

I was just loading up my shipment.

What's up?

There's someone I want you to meet.

My guy right here, one of
my highest-earning distros

in New York City, Tommy Egan.

Tommy, Rodolfo Ramirez.

Yo, I know that.

Los Reyes, right?

What you know about how
we bang on the West Coast?

Not much.

But I fucks with that Cali herb hard.

As you know, I'm
looking toward expansion

in the LA market.

I may send you out to
SoCal to work with Rodolfo.

J told me you just flipped
40 crates in two days.

- Mm-hmm.
- That's a lot of weight.

- You got a business partner?
- Hell no.

- I'm a solo act.
- Shit, man.

You and me both.

Nice to meet you.

- Yo, 'Keisha.
- Hey.

Any sign of Ghost?

He ain't been around anywhere I can see.

Maybe he took the day off
from trying to kill me.

I got your text.

Yeah, I know, I'm sorry
I didn't hit you back.

But what's your issue here with 2-Bit?

Shit's missing from
the warehouse, Tommy.

And when I asked him
about it, he got defensive,

and when I told him
I was gonna tell you,

he grabbed me to stop me.

This motherfucker put hands on you?

Oh, my G... he's been
asking for it for weeks.

- And he stole from me?
- Tommy, Tommy, wait, wait.

I actually don't think
he stole from you.

That's why he got heated like that.

I think I was wrong.

Then who was it?

You're not gonna like this.

Well, let's just see about that.

Come on.

Tariq came by.

He said he really needed to talk to you.

And when I told him
that you wasn't here,

he asked me if you was in Brooklyn.

Brooklyn, Tommy.

- Has he been to the warehouse?
- Tariq?

He don't even know
where that is, LaKeisha.

Do you hear yourself talking right now?

I know you don't like
the kid coming around,

but you're way out of line
with this one right here.

- I'm out of line?
- Yeah, Tariq would never steal from me.

Oh, really? Just like
he would never lie to you

about dealing when you
told him to stop, right?

Just like he would never
set Kanan up to die

behind your back, right?

I know he helped you
with the Proctor shit,

but you and I gotta realize
Tariq is not the same kid

we knew growing up.

He's different now.

No, you're wrong.

And I'll prove it to you.

I'll ask him myself.

Tommy, he's gonna lie.

No, he won't.

- What up?
- Surprised by your call.

Thought it was a trick from
your pops. He know you here?

Nah, he left me alone
for, like, five minutes.

He had to go handle some shit.

But yo, I need a favor, and you
owe me for saving your fucking life.

That I do,

but my situation kinda
compromised right now,

so I don't know how I can help you.

Listen, I need weight.

I seen you with Ghost, so you
got to be holding something.

Actually, I'm not, youngblood.

And even if I was, I
wouldn't give it to you.

Nigga, you get caught too much, brah.

Like you.

I trusted the wrong people.

I'm never making that mistake again.

I got no money. I got no product.

I got no prospects. I ain't got shit.

Nigga, Ghost just shut
me all the way down.

You need to keep it that way for now.

I gotta stay on his good side,

and giving you dope ain't
the smartest play, man.

Look, I'm about to make
a move, and when I do,

you'll have all the products you want.

- You gonna bring me in?
- You got my word.

As you said...

I owe you my life, right?

Problem is, I know your word ain't shit.

And another thing I know
is that Tommy can't wait

to hear that you're around again.

Wow.

Same old Tariq, huh?

You ain't changed either.

A diaper, nigga?

I knew you was lying.

Thought I might need
to buy your silence.

Move that. Give me a week.

You'll be back in
business for real, a'ight?

All right.

It's okay, Elisa Marie. Come on in.

Hey, Elisa Marie. I'm Blanca Rodriguez.

I'm with the NYPD.

Principal Summers here assured me
you'd be happy to get this back.

Thanks.

Does that mean you
know who killed my dad?

I'm glad you asked me that,

because I want to let
you know how sorry I am

about what happened to your father,

and I am working very
hard to find the person

who took him from you.

Elisa Marie, how'd you get to
your Uncle Benny's that night?

Tariq took me.

Out the back door, right?

Yeah, yeah, we got hot chocolate.

Did you see anything strange

before you and Tariq left the penthouse?

Did someone else come over?

Wait, wait. Where's my unicorn?

- What unicorn?
- Mommy got me a unicorn

to wear on my backpack

so that I would have
something to remember her

when I went to Daddy's.

I-I was always supposed to check for it

right before I left her house.

James St. Patrick.

Assuming you popped by
unannounced on Tate's behalf.

You can leave the way you came in.

I'm the least qualified
marriage counselor,

but I am great at resolving disputes.

Ha, there's... there's no dispute.

Tate fucked my wife.
Now I'm gonna fuck him.

Intimidation won't work either.

Look, I'm not here to do
that either, all right?

I wasn't sent to scare you.

I actually came on my own, Derek.

For what?

Well, call me naive,

but I just believe that Councilman Tate,

despite how imperfect he may be,

has a platform that will greatly
benefit millions of New Yorkers.

So before you start playing Battleship,

I thought maybe I could
come by and reason with you.

Yeah, how so?

I want to offer you an opportunity

that could change your life.

- Hey, what's up?
- Oh, there you are.

Just spoke with Elisa Marie.

She left the penthouse with
Tariq before the murder,

didn't see anything.

Benny was a dead end too.

Goddamn it. Somebody
had to see something.

Let's keep at it.
Something will turn up.

Yeah, fucking better.

Yeah.

Mr. and Mrs. St. Patrick,
what would you say

is your son's greatest weakness?

Um, well, Tariq believes

that he can solve any
problem on his own.

Tariq tends to take on
too much responsibility.

Okay, and what would you say
his greatest strengths are?

My son is extremely ambitious.

Mm-hmm. Very independent.

Tariq, this last one's for you.

You received a remarkable recommendation

from Councilman Tate's
office, but he didn't mention,

why did you want to leave Choate?

I really just struggled in
finding friends and-and fitting in.

I also missed my connection to the city.

I feel like I could thrive

in a more culturally diverse
environment like yours.

Here at Callister,

we pride ourselves on
being a true melting pot.

Tariq St. Patrick, congratulations

on your acceptance to Callister Prep.

- Oh.
- Thank you.

- Ah.
- Yes.

Ah, now, Mr. Goldberg said

that you start school next week.

Tariq, you need to
focus on the syllabus.

You got a lot of catching up to do.

We're in the middle of a semester.

I read all of that already.

This school ain't shit
compared to Choate.

- Hey. Come on, son.
- Wow, wow.

So that must mean you gonna
get straight As, right?

Since you know all the work.

Right.

Okay, I gotta get to this meeting.

Tariq.

Come on, don't you have
something to say to your father?

I'm sorry about sneaking out earlier.

I know you are.

I went to Tommy's house to say bye.

But he wasn't there.

LaKeisha was.

She knows I stole the drugs, Dad.

And I'm scared.

I'm scared she might tell Uncle Tommy

and he'll come looking for me.

I know she won't listen to Mom.

So could you please tell her
not to say anything to him?

Yep.

I got you.

You think that I want to go public.

That's not what I want at all.

So you want to be Mrs. Tate?

I mean, that works too.

Long nights working together,

stolen glances across
the strategy table,

your marriage an unfortunate
casualty of the campaign.

You married Derek too
young. These things happen.

Now you and Rashad have
each found your soul mate.

Just in time for him to become governor.

What perfect timing.

How many carats for the ring?

Is three enough?

It's, you know, not the most
romantic proposal I've ever received.

I don't want to sue, I
don't want to go public,

and I sure as fuck don't
want to marry that asshole.

Don't get me wrong, Rashad can fuck,

and I believe about 65% of what he says,

which makes him better than most men,

but I'm looking for more.

- Which one?
- Which one what?

Congressional seat.

You want to run next year.
You want the DNC to back you.

You are sharp. Ninth.

Flatbush. Democratic stronghold.

Easy to win with your
looks and background.

You didn't say intelligence.

I didn't.

Good-bye, Cassandra. Stay in touch.

You'll handle Derek?

Already done, according to Tate.

Remember, 65%.

Hey, LaKeisha. You look nice.

Tommy's done a hell of
a job taking care of you.

What are you doing here, Ghost?

No, no, no, you're not
reaching for a piece, are you?

Tommy gave you that too?
I'm not here to hurt you.

I'm actually here, LaKeisha,
to make you an offer.

What's that?

This should be enough
money for you and Cash

to set up shop somewhere
else without Tommy.

You trying to buy me off?

Nigga, I'm not for sale.

LaKeisha, you and I both know

you were never cut out
for the drug game, okay?

And eventually, you'll have to
choose between the men in your life,

and that's not really
a choice, now, is it?

That's why I want to give you one.

A choice to walk away.

Forget about all your
problems here in New York.

A chance to start over fresh.

Give Cash an opportunity
to grow up someplace

warm and-and sunny, LaKeisha.

You ever been to Atlanta?

It's a beautiful place.

Hope you make the right choice.

You're late.

Hey, you're lucky I even
showed up at all, man.

Now that I got my baby girl,

Ghost is officially your problem.

Think again. Heads up.

What the fuck is this?

Some, uh, high-tech
jewelry for your ankle.

Something to help me keep tabs on you.

I did what you asked.

- I'm done.
- Have it your way.

Just know that by the time you get home,

your place will be surrounded by cops.

For what?

To arrest you...

for the murder of Maria Suarez.

That's fucking bullshit,
and you know it.

Is it?

Look, the only thing I know

is, until you bring me a solid lead

that results in James
St. Patrick's arrest,

your ass is mine.

Hold still.

I pronounce you my
lawfully wedded snitch.

Yeah, you know what? That's nice.

Makes your eyes pop.

Man, fuck you.

I have a new distro
ready to replace Tommy.

I'm a man of my word.

His name is Andre Coleman.

I'll determine if he's ready.

Bring him with you tonight.
I, too, am a man of my word.

If and only if I like this guy...

... you're free to kill Tommy

whenever you feel like
pulling the trigger.

Shit, maybe he'll calm down. Shit.

He look calm right now?

You talked to LaKeisha.

And it sounds like you
had a real fucking problem

with what she had to say.

She had no right to accuse
me of a goddamn thing.

And you had no right to
put your hands on her.

Okay, y'all, really,
this is not the problem.

The problem is, the shit is
missing in the first place.

And we don't know who took it.

B.G., Spanky, why don't
you leave us alone?

Me and 2-Bit, we gonna
have a little talk.

Yeah.

You know, Tommy,

ever since LaKeisha showed
up, shit has been going left.

You don't want none of
this smoke, do you, Spank?

No, I don't, but you're
about to shoot 2-Bit

over some shit he ain't even do wrong

just 'cause your girl is pissed off.

But with respect,
LaKeisha started the shit.

Shut up, Spanky. It's
time for you to go.

Get out of here, Spank. I got this.

Look, we got no re-up from Jason.

We need to move weight
for the Tariq loss.

Come on, Tommy. Is this
shit about Ghost again?

Why don't we just ride on
him instead of on each other?

You keep making decisions off of emotion

instead of business,
man, we all get broke.

This ain't about Ghost.

And I know you didn't take the shit.

Which is why...

I'm gonna let you walk.

You ain't letting me do shit.

Get the fuck outta here.

And good luck finding a new distro.

Yo, come on, Spank.

Wait. I'm fired too, big bro?

Get your ass outta here.

Later, B.G.

Just remember, Tommy, the fall
of every great man is a woman.

See how Eve had that nigga
Adam all fucked up in some shit?

That's where you at right now, my nigga.

Don't bite the apple, Tommy.

Uh, let me talk to
you a little bit later.

How's that? Okay, thanks.

Managed to neutralize Cassandra.

She signed the NDA.

Her silence will only cost
us a congressional seat.

You're welcome.

You know, I thought a
lot about what you said

about me being an unmarried candidate.

Then I thought about you
trying to escape the fallout

from your ex-husband's scandal.

The union of two single

high-powered political operatives

could drown out all that noise.

We could potentially
kill two birds with one...

... rather large stone.

Negro, please.

Look, Cassandra gave you rave reviews,

but, uh, I wouldn't go to bed
with you under any circumstances.

Well, that's just a lie.

Come on, let's-let's keep it real.

You haven't had the magic stick, so...

Listen,

it's not about sex, Ramona, okay?

- It's about optics.
- Hmm.

- About consolidating power.
- Hmm.

You and me, we can go all
the way to the statehouse.

Maybe further.

It worked for the
Roosevelts, the Kennedys,

shit, the Clintons.

Why not the Tates?

Maybe lead with that next time.

You know, just because
it's an arrangement

doesn't mean we can't have fun.

Hmm.

Well, your idea presumes

that I don't already have
feelings for somebody else.

James.

Uh, what's going on?

Derek and I, we had a-a heart-to-heart.

I want to introduce you both
to the new project manager

of the Queens Child Project.

With a sizable increase in salary

and a no-contest divorce, of course,

from his soon-to-be ex-wife Cassandra...

Plus all legal fees covered.

Plus all legal fees covered,

Derek here has agreed to
sit on the information

he has on you, Councilman.

I think those are favorable terms.

Let me get you an NDA.

Fuck Tommy.

Look, maybe this'll blow over,

and then y'all can kiss and make up.

Spank, LaKeisha got
that nigga on a leash.

I ain't going back there.

It won't be easy, but
I think there's a way

Tommy'll forget this whole
thing, if you smoke Ghost.

Ghost? Down to do that shit.

I know. You still wearing
the nigga's watch.

How do we find him?

I was thinking,

he tight with the gubernatorial
nigga Tate, right?

Uh-huh.

It was his party that we robbed.

Look up his schedule,

see when he having
another party like that.

Ghost shows up, bam.

Yeah, that's pretty smart, Spank.

Oh, yo!

Look at this.

Told you I seen Dre, at the party.

We should go get that nigga.

And bring him to Tommy.

Nah, I'm gonna shoot
that motherfucker myself.

Uh-uh, Two. Let Tommy take the shot.

Like Jason did with Alicia Jimenez.

That's how we get back in, bro.

A'ight.

But we still gotta deal with LaKeisha.

She ain't gonna be too happy to see us.

Fucks everything up, bro.

What if we scare her
a little? Shake her up.

Make her want to leave the business,

go back to her weave shop or whatever.

Scare her how? You know Tommy catch you

fucking with her, you already know...

Nigga, neither one of
us is gonna touch her.

You still cool with
your man Mozzy, right?

Yeah.

Just tell him where she gonna be at.

All he gotta do is scare her.

No bruises, no marks at all.

- Now... now you thinking, yeah.
- Yeah.

- Yo.
- What's up, Uncle T?

What's up, Tariq?

I was trying to get up with you earlier,

but I don't know what happened.

- Let's cut all that bullshit.
- What?

LaKeisha told me that you was the one

that stole product from my warehouse.

- Is that true?
- What are you talking about?

That shit in your room at Choate.

You said it was Kanan's.

Tariq, did you lie to my face?

Uncle Tommy, I don't know nothing

about no stolen drugs, all right?

How am I even supposed
to find your warehouse?

When your dad shot up my Mustang,

you used your app to
get me a ride there.

All you had to do was
look up the address.

Tariq, just tell me
the goddamn truth, kid.

Just admit it.

All right, I stole some.

I ran out. Vincent was on my ass, man.

I was in some deep shit. I'm sorry.

I just didn't know what else to do.

Okay, that wasn't so hard was it?

After everything I done for you!

I almost died trying to save your ass!

Listen, listen, I was
desperate, all right?

I didn't know what to do.

That's why I came up here
to apologize to you, man.

I swear I won't do it again.

You're goddamn right about that.

Uncle Tommy, what the fuck?

Please, man, don't do
this. Please, don't kill me!

What the fuck? Please...

I killed motherfuckers for less.

Don't drop me, please! Please!

Uncle Tommy, what are you doing, man?

Please, put me down, man. Please.

Did you fucking feel that?

This is the game!

Every fucking moment of your life,

if you ain't pushing, you falling.

I didn't want that for you.

How can I make this right, Uncle Tommy?

You can't.

You're just as low-down
and grimy as your old man.

Ghost was right. You lied to me.

You stole from me.

I can't trust you.

I guess we ain't family no more.

Yo, we're closed.

Uh, all right.

Yo, what the fuck? I just said...

Shut up. You need to get
the fuck outta town

before Ghost takes something
from you that you can't get back.

Shit, shit.

Shit.

Shit!

Yo! Yo!

Wait, y'all niggas trying to kill me?

Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, don't shoot, look.

The feds got a tracker on me, Spank.

- Spank.
- Nah, you can't run

or lie your way outta this one.

Look, they got me serving up Ghost.

I'm playing both sides, Tommy.

Fuck that. Smoke this nigga.

Don't believe shit he say, bro.

Ain't the enemy of our enemy our friend?

Just check him for a wire.

- Get off me, yo!
- Clean, boss.

- I ain't got shit.
- I got his phone.

Well, give me that phone.

And get him and his ankle
bracelet the fuck outta here.

Put his ass in the dirt.

- Wait, wait, wait.
- Stop fucking moving.

Come on, man! What the fuck?

Don't fucking move.

Just wait, man.

Hey, bro, chill, chill, chill, man.

Wait, y'all niggas... hey!

- Y'all niggas gonna regret this!
- Sorry, man.

Hello.

Tommy, where are you?

Come to the shop right
now. It's an emergency.

Okay, okay, calm down. Calm
down, I'll be right there.

What the fuck happened to your arm?

Are you okay?

We have to kill this
motherfucker Ghost, Tommy.

What the fuck happened?

He set this shit up.

Ghost did this? How do you know that?

Because this nigga had
Ghost's name all in his mouth

before I shot him, a day after I refused

a payment from Ghost to leave town.

Ghost offered you money? Why
wouldn't you tell me that?

Why have you not taken
care of Ghost, Tommy?

Now he's after me.

All right, all right, well...

we gotta deal with this body first.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
Why are you doing that?

It was self-defense.

What you gonna tell the cops

when they ask you
where the gun came from?

Look, we gonna be all right.

This is just part of the life.

You don't get to pick
and choose when you down.

Now, I'm gonna need your help here.

Tommy, I'm not trying to
do this street shit forever.

I want a house in the suburbs
away from all this bullshit.

I want Cash to grow up
in a safe neighborhood.

I just want us to live a normal life.

Can we do that?

Yeah, we can.

Anything you ever want
or need, I got you.

Okay?

Now grab his legs.

Not only will you not see
an interruption in business.

You'll have growth under new management.

That's what you want after all, right?

Look, trust me, I've worked
with this guy once myself.

Okay, I'll look into
it. We can discuss...

- Oh, yo, Ghost!
- Tommy, what you doing here?

I bet you're surprised to see me.

Let me holler at you
outside right quick.

What the fuck's the issue, Tommy?

What the fuck, Jason?

How I made you all this money
and you're gonna get rid of me?

I made that arrangement with Ghost

to keep you alive, Tommy.

- You're welcome.
- Where the fuck is Dre?

Oh, Dre? Dre's back?

I mean, I had no idea. Sorry, Ghost.

Distro job's still occupied.

I guess you're gonna
have to kill me later.

- Fuck's your problem, man?
- No one is killing anybody.

Ghost, obviously your
plan's not working,

so we'll go with mine, because I believe

there's far more profit to be made

in peacetime than in war.

You two should kiss and make up,

because from now on,
you'll be running my weight

with each other together.

- No, there ain't no way I can work with him.
- Jason, I'm out of the game.

Work with each other under me,

and I will cut the tax, or don't,

then I will double
both of your payments.

Fuck.

Listen to me.

Either one of you shows up dead,

I will kill the other one.

Deal?

Fuck y'all grab this nigga for, man?

'Cause he's a fucking rat.
I should've just smoked him.

How the hell was I supposed to know
he was wearing an ankle monitor?

Ain't there a way to cut that shit off?

Trust me, niggas been trying

to figure that shit out for years, bro.

Shit, can't clip him here.

Feds will be the first
motherfuckers to pull up on us.

What about your boy that
owns the chop shop?

Throw his body in the trunk
of one of them stolen cars.

Clue trail leads the
cops somewhere else.

That's actually not a bad idea.

Too bad I don't fuck with
that nigga Nico no more.

Let me talk to Nico. I know
how to straighten that shit out.

Yo, keep your eyes on
this bitch-ass nigga Dre

and don't do shit till we get back.

All right, got you.

Yo, you heard from that nigga Mozzy?

Pssh, no, man. Not a word.

Fuck you want, man? Shut the fuck up.

Fuck you want?

- Look, man, look, look, look...
- What the fuck you want?

Y'all niggas gonna kill
me, it is what it is, man.

Look, look, look, look,
look. Please, please, please.

Let me just call my daughter, please.

Let me just hear her voice
one last time, man, please.

Please, man. They won't let me, man.

BG, they won't know, bro.

A'ight, nigga, keep your
voice down, all right?

- Make it quick.
- I got you.

Fuck is the number?

Uh, it's, uh, 9-1...

You, uh, wanted to see me, sir?

I sure did.

Hey, Blanca.

I'm scared, Joey.

Joey.

I won't let you take
my little girl away from me.

I can explain.

You flipped Lindsay Proctor.

You planted an unwarranted
recording device on her kid.

You captured Joe Proctor
letting her die of an overdos.

Let it slide. All so you could do what?

Blackmail him?

I swear, if you just let me...

Shut the hell up!

You used this recording to
flip Proctor, didn't you?

And when Proctor was murdered,
you tried to cover it up.

You know, if you're gonna collude

with some of the most
elusive criminals in New York,

maybe you should ask them
how to avoid getting caught.

Your incompetence

is legendary.

Sir, it's not that I'm so bad.

It's that, respectfully,

when it comes to eliminating witnesses,

they're that good.

You're on administrative
leave, effective immediately.

There will be a full investigation.

I am gonna have your ass disbarred

and thrown the fuck in jail.

You're dismissed.

Ah, there she is.

Nice work with Derek.

Well, I made him a good offer.

He is not a stupid man,
just an angry man.

So Tate actually propositioned me today.

I'm not surprised.

From his vantage point,
it's a smart play.

You're a beautiful woman, Ramona.

You know that.

Any man would be proud
to have you on his arm.

So what'd you tell Councilman Tate?

I told him that, uh,

I was interested in someone else.

Mm.

Tommy, it's not a good time, man.

- We need to talk.
- Tommy, did you hear me?

I said it's not a good time, man.

Beat it, lady.

Uh, pardon me.

Okay.

Did you think that I was
just gonna let you walk away

after what you did to LaKeisha?

So she told you. I offered her money.

- It ain't a fucking crime.
- It ain't about the money.

Although it's nice to know that
you don't learn no new tricks.

The hitter that you sent for her.

- The hitter?
- Yeah, he sliced up her arm,

but he ain't coming back to get his pay.

Why the fuck would I fucking
send a hitter for LaKeisha?

To get even with me for Angela.

I can't get even with you for Angela.

So you pull a trigger on me.

You don't think Jason
will bury you in 24 hours?

Yeah, I know it.

You know what we gotta do.

I'll reach out with a location.

I need you to plant a weapon.

I'll draw Jason to the location.
I'll pull the trigger.

Can I trust you?

Yeah, until Jason's dead.

And I can trust you too.

It's beautiful, Tommy.

But what the hell did we
drive all the way out here for?

Oh, I just...

wanted to show you our new home.

No way.

- Oh, yeah.
- Tommy!

Oh, my God.

How did you pull this off?

'Keisha, I'm always
gonna provide for you.

- Mm.
- And protect you.

No one's ever gonna hurt you again.

I love you.

Ma, I'm sorry. I didn't...

I didn't mean for things
to get so messed up.

Let me ask you something.

What do you want?

What do you mean?

How you want this to play out?

I mean, your sister is gone.

Your uncle just ordered
you out of his life.

Your father and I can't trust you.

You have no friends, no money.

Ma, all right, I get it.
I'll go to school and be good.

No, you won't.

You'll just do whatever you wanna do,

no matter what.

That's because no one
wants to help me, Ma.

I go to Tommy for help, he says no.

I go to Ghost, he says no.

Kanan was the only one
that had my back, Ma.

Don't start with that Kanan shit.

And you.

Look, I know what you did
to keep me out of jail,

and I respect that.

You respect it, but it ain't
gonna change who you are, right?

Ghost can't accept it, but I can.

Let me ask you something.

Was the Vincent kidnapping a hustle?

Were you supposed to get a cut?

Yes.

All right, we gonna make a deal, Tariq.

You never lie to me again,

and in exchange, you get an education.

Right, I'll go to the school.
I said that already.

Oh, no, I know you're
going to that school,

but that's not what I mean.

You can be better than Ghost ever was

if you commit to both the
legit life and the streets.

You graduate from high
school, you go to college,

but you ain't never gonna
stop pushing weight,

because that's who you are.

So I don't see any other way.

I can't lose another child.

And I'm not about to let
you get killed, Tariq,

because you don't know
how to do it right.

You don't know the streets,

but I do.

All right.

I won't ever lie to you again.

Good.

Could you teach me how to move this

so no one else will get hurt?

All right, Tariq.

I'ma teach you the game.

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I want you to leave
the street behind you.

Or else it's gonna be too late Tariq.

Just like you did, huh?

Be careful, 'cause after today,

everything you do, is being watched.

If anybody gives you a hard time,

espaecially the cops,
you just come and tell me.

The feds are closing in, LaKeisha.

You are loyal to Tommy,
but is he loyal to you?

And your father is capable of
whatever he sets his mind to...

just like you.