All language subtitles for Power.Book.II.Ghost.S04E03-ETHEL

Previously on Ghost...

Okay, that was fire.

I think we should
add that to our set.

- Yeah.
- What's up? I'm Brayden.

Weston. I know who you are.

- I'm your guy.
- Bullshit.

Look, Effie, I'm a little
overwhelmed right now.

The home test was accurate.

- So I'm pregnant.
- We have concluded

that your license
to practice law

will be temporarily suspended.

Tariq St. Patrick.

My gut says you
killed Agent Young.

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

I know who you fucking are

and I'm gonna put
you where you belong.

We can sell

- without Noma knowing.
- You're serious about this?

In order to protect
our families,

we need real money.

Noma's gonna lose her shit on
you if you don't deliver, right?

Somethin' like that.

Well, I don't want
that to happen to you.

You extended an
offer on my behalf.

You seem to be awfully confused
about who's in charge here, luv.

You know what? Head out.

Cane can explain to me why
he thinks it's a good idea.

I've been wondering if your best
hasn't already been given away.

Maybe to whoever got
you those green cards.

I have no connection
to any people...

Hold on now. Hold on.

What about your connection

to whoever pushed through that
green card for your brother.

You're coming with me.

Hands on the car.

Who the fuck is Kate Egan?

She's Tommy Egan's mother.

She told me that you gave
Tommy Tasha's address.

Question is, who put
her up to this shit?

Tell Tommy this is a
gift from Monet Tejada.

Bro, I am fucking exhausted.

I know.

Spent all night

taking fucking 2-Bit's
shit outta my car, man.

You sure we're doin' this?

I mean, we got no choice, bro.

We all in, right?

Tariq. Brayden.

Two rich boys looking to
piss away Daddy's fortune?

Already did that.

Yeah. We need the
money for school.

Mm-hm.

All right.

I'm docking ten percent
for dents and scratches.

- Wait, dents and scratches?
- It's good, B.

Bro, she didn't even look at it.

It's good, B.

Get 'em on the ship.

- Tell Pinky I'll be in touch.
- Yeah.

Oh, wait, Riq. Wait.

Goodbye, baby.

Thank you for everything.

Good luck in school.

Cash problem solved.

They say, "Mo' money, mo'..."

Don't finish that, please.

Yeah, you're
right. Bad timing.

What are we thinking?

What's bigger than Wall Street?

Not just bigger. But
what we do needs to be

un-fucking-detectable.

Any word on a connect yet?

Riq?

Hold on. I'm figuring it out.

Look, bro,

if we're gonna do this, it
needs to be a partnership.

What the fuck else do
you think it's gonna be?

Meaning I want to be kept in
the loop about everything.

No more fuckin' secrets.

All right, fine. No secrets.

But that means it
gotta go both ways.

Yeah, obviously.
Where are you going?

Go to the dorm, transfer
that money into a duffel.

I'll call you in a
little bit, a'ight?

- The fuck took you so long?
- My bad. My car was tweaking.

A'ight, he's here.
Let's get to it.

So what did Kate Egan
have to say for herself?

House is empty.

No sign anyone's been
there in a while.

Pretty fuckin' convenient, huh?

Fuck am I supposed to do now?

If she's gone,
I'm at a dead end.

That mean whoever shot me is
still out there breathing.

I'll find a workaround.

You shoulda thought
about that shit

before you called me
down here for nothin'.

Next time I want
a better update.

Well...

Jade looked out.

I don't really got much yet, but
once I see a turn on the profit,

I'll get you a cut.

I know where to find you.

"If granted the opportunity"

to enroll in your program,

you'll find that I am
a resolute, ambitious,

and driven woman, and
that my ultimate goal

"is to chart a path
in robotics that..."

That's wild.

You sound like a whole
different person.

Yeah. But it's good, right?

Hell yeah.

Shit.

I can give you some...

descriptive words
about Effie Morales

if you want.

Mm, I'm sure you can.

Okay, settle down.

Don't leave me.

Where you going?

I missed my interview making
sure you didn't die yesterday

so...

this application
has to be perfect.

Well, why didn't
you say something?

You needed help.

It's cool.

Well, good lookin'
out. I appreciate that.

Ah, are you getting soft on me?

Fuck. I gotta dip.

But maybe we can
finish this later?

- I'll be here.
- Promise?

I will.

A'ight.

Monet was talking to
Auntie J about us?

- Yep.
- And it was good?

Nah, Dru. Why you think she
really calling us to the house?

She knows she fucked
us up, all right?

She might be changing for good.

So does that mean you're done
tryin' to kill her? 'Cause I am.

I'm just real focused
on the future right now.

I'm gettin' Noma to
make me her number two.

Why the fuck would she do that?

Wow. Thanks for the
fuckin' support.

Bro, that bitch stay
threatenin' our lives

and you wanna keep
workin' wit' her?

That's what you really want?

I'll tell you what I don't want.

I don't wanna spend the
rest of my damn life

workin' underneath dumb-ass Cane.

I'm better than him.

Papi knew it. He saw.

A'ight. Well, I want out.

And as soon as I find a window
to tell Noma, I'm doin' it.

You lost your monkey-ass mind?

Fuck you, Dru.

If it was that easy to get
out, you'd already be out.

Noma will kill you for
even thinkin' that.

Well, I can say the same about
you tryin' to be her number two.

A'ight.

We'll see who gets
what they want.

- So you're disbarred.
- No. No, not at all.

My license is...

under review.

And while that's happening,

I cannot represent you. But...

What does this mean
for my case, Davis?

Well, it means my associate will
be taking point on your case.

This is Perla Tanaka

and she'll be representing
you for the time being.

I promise I am fully briefed and
up to speed on all your issues.

I don't know about this, guys.

Come on, man.

You don't think I'd hire someone
who couldn't do the job, do you?

And she's a Hoya.

I went to Syracuse.

I'm sorry, Davis.

Let me know how this
thing sorts out.

- That's more money out the door.
- I know.

It'll be a miracle
if we survive.

I know.

I'm gonna go through
our contacts,

see if we can't get
in front of this

before they all decide
to abandon ship.

I like that.

We can get into
it later tonight.

- Hey, Tariq.
- Davis around?

Yeah, he's upstairs.

Man...

you downsizing?

What do you want, Tariq?

Uh... I came to talk
to you about something.

I want back in.

Yeah, I need a connect without
Noma or Tejadas knowing.

And you're telling
me because...?

I mean, with all the
time you spend defending,

I figure you know
a nigga or two.

I do.

But he's not like the people
you're used to dealing with.

And he's not cheap.

Well, I got that covered.

Good. I'm taking 20 percent.

Hey, that's extortion.
Are you crazy?

Right now, nigga...

I might be.

This bitch Noma.

Gonna tell me I'm not needed
at work in a fuckin' text?

Any of y'all know
anything about this?

I can't even fuckin'
believe y'all.

Ma, she said you can come back
when you're a hundred percent.

Yeah, she just
wants you to rest.

That bitch don't give a
shit if I'm rested or not.

And I'm startin' to think
y'all want me out the game too.

Yo, Ma, calm down.

Nah, I'm not fuckin'
calmin' down, Dru.

You passed out the
other day, remember?

And almost fucked up our
shit with the Russians.

What if it happens again
and nobody's around

- to help like last time?
- Please. I got shot up

and now I'm bein' treated
like a fuckin' dummy

that don't know how
to handle myself?

This is some bullshit.

Let me guess.

Fuckin' Noma.

Yeah, I gotta go handle
somethin' for her.

- Yeah.
- You ain't special, nigga.

- I gotta handle shit too.
- Uh-huh.

Ma, are you okay?

No.

Mr. Okeke.

You look like shit.

It's been ten hours.

Sure you don't
want any caffeine?

You told me I
wasn't under arrest.

You're not.

And yet you hold me here
all night. I want to go.

You can leave whenever you
want, Obi, and I mean that.

But what you do or don't
tell me before you leave,

well, that's gonna determine the
nature of our next conversation.

I told you already, I don't
know any drug organizations

or calls to "shooters."

I don't associate
with such people.

Okay. So, why don't we talk
about something you do know.

Green cards.

Is there anything
you wanna tell me?

I got them the
way everyone does.

Hard work and dedication.

Okay, so, Congressman Tate,

he had nothin' to do with
speedin' up that process?

'Cause I ran down that paperwork

and it appears he was behind it.

I should be so lucky to know
a congressman at this point.

I get it. I get it.

You know who does
know him though?

Tariq St. Patrick.

Who?

Yeah, I bet that's how
you're connected to Tate.

'Cause I know you know Tariq.

I'm just wondering how is
it that Tariq St. Patrick,

an accused murderer
and drug dealer,

has his friend,
Congressman Tate,

doin' favors for you?

Tariq St. Patrick. Hm.

Sorry.

I'm unfamiliar.

"Unfamiliar."

Hm.

So how do you
explain these photos

of you with St. Patrick?

I wish to make a phone call.

Why?

I'm just fuckin' wit' you.

You can make as
many as you like.

You're not under arrest. Yet.

Where the fuck we at?

Fourth Circle.

Named for the greedy
bastards who pay top dollar

to bet on the unsanctioned
street fighting

you're about to see.

Wait, like a fight club?

Zion grew up in this ring.

I helped him beat a
RICO charge a while back

and now, he owns it.

Some Tyler Durden shit.

No weapons, motherfucker.

Yo, scratch this
bitch off the list.

My bad, Zo. I
shoulda caught him.

- What up, D?
- What up, Zo?

So no weapons in a fight club?

Absolutely. There's an
honor system in place.

Think of it as a
gangster's Switzerland.

Neutral ground.

And the safest place to approach
this crazy motherfucker.

And the winner is...

Damn.

Our undefeated...

champ of Queens.

Queens get the money, baby!

What the fuck?

What's up wit' your boy?

- See him or what?
- He should be in here somewhere.

Knowing him, he's probably
in the cut. Posted somewhere.

Ah. Oh. Look alive.

Davis motherfuckin' MacLean.

Zion. Long time.

Never long enough.

Place a bet?

I'm here on business, remember?

Let's be 'bout business then.

Let's go!

That's enough for 12 bricks.

A'ight, we'll take it.

You a cocky motherfucker.

I like that.

Yeah, but 15's the minimum.

And even if I did
wanna give you a break,

we full over here.

All my product's accounted
for and my men know better

than to pull up lackin'
like you just did.

Thought you would too.

Given who your father was.

Respectfully, you don't
know who my father was.

I know he knew how
to solve a problem

before it became a problem.

What about you?

I find it funny you went and got
a white boy just like Ghost did.

Tell me something.

You as crazy as Tommy?

Hey. They eatin' this shit
up like some damn pigs, Z.

I'ma definitely need to
re-up before I dip today.

Who this?

Oh. Customers.

Grab a drink, get some food.

Wanna test the
product? It's on me.

- Roman, take care of 'em.
- Bet.

- Always good to see you, D.
- Later, Zion.

The only reason
this motherfucker

agreed to meet with us

is your last name.

Like it or not, like him or not,

it helps.

And we both need this to work.

So do whatever it takes

to convince him to
give you that product.

Yeah.

- Hello?
- Kene.

A'ight.

Obi. What's goin' on, man?

What the hell are you
doing in my apartment?

Noma sent me.

We got business to
handle, so where are you?

You'll have to come get
me from the precinct

on 15th Street and 10th Avenue.

Why-why... why are you there?

I'll tell you when you get here.

You'll say nothing to Kene.

Clear?

All right. I'm on my way.

So, turns out your brother
got caught up at work

and ended up staying overnight.

I'm gonna go meet
him at the office.

Thank you for
letting me in, Kene.

No, thank you.

If not for your
company's kindness

in getting me a green card,

I would still be in Nigeria
praying for a miracle.

What... When did you
say you got here again?

What do you mean he's in jail?

He hasn't been arrested,

but they held him
all fuckin' night.

Can they do that?

I don't find it
particularly helpful

to discuss what the NYPD
can and cannot do, Dru.

Well, how soon
can you get there?

I'm tied up at
the moment. Um...

Why the fuck is he in there?

Yo, I don't fuckin' know.

But what I do know is they
won't hand him over to me.

So what do you suggest?

I'm sending someone now.

What?

I know you said don't bother
you but I'm about to go to class

and it's time for you
to take your pills.

Diana?

Yeah?

When you spoke to Tariq,

did he tell you that I gave
Kate Egan Tasha's address?

No.

What did he say?

He just said Tommy got
the address from you.

He never mentioned a Kate Egan.

This is for all my niggas

that's goin' through
the struggle,

that's on the grind.

What?

I know what time it is,
nigga. It'll get done.

Personality changed, man.

Shit.

This for the hood.

Diana.

Make sure you don't
cheat that scale.

I wanna go draw.

You can after this
one, baby. I promise.

All right. It's good.

Wait.

There's something else
I need to teach you.

Look, if... if anybody at
school or in the neighborhood

asks you questions about
what goes on in this house,

you can't tell them.

Do you understand?

Lock up your posture.

And look at me.

Right in the eyes.

You say... whatever
you gotta say

to keep this family safe.

A'ight?

Dru?

- What'd you do today?
- I colored.

Diana, what'd you do today?

I played with my toys.

- Say it louder.
- I played with my toys.

Stop fidgeting.

Ma.

Ma.

Who's Kate Egan?

Nobody.

Okay.

You need anything else?

No.

We gotta figure out how we gonna
get in with this nigga Zion, B.

Wait, you wanna move weight
for Mr. Def Jam: Fight for NY?

I mean, unless you have
a whole entire list

of suppliers that
we can work with,

sounds like this
is our only option.

Davis doesn't know anybody else?

Davis knows the entire fuckin'
city for the right price

but we don't have
that right now.

That means we need to get rid
of Zion's men so we can sell.

Bro, we don't even know how
we're gonna move the product yet

and you wanna lock in on a
supplier that deals in bulk

and has a fight club for
fuckin' shits and giggles?

I don't know, Riq. I
kinda like my face.

I kinda got a young
George Clooney thing

- going on right now.
- B, B, B, listen, please.

Where we start is not gonna
be where we finish, all right?

But we need to start.

And that means not having Noma
and the Tejadas for insulation

means we have to
take risks, bro.

- That's the only way.
- Okay, listen.

- We gotta take risks.
- I know. I totally hear you.

But I'm saying we just gotta
be smart right now, okay?

And taking someone
out for that spot

doesn't really keep
us in the clear.

Why the fuck you sound
so damn scary, bro?

Bro, I'm not scared!
I'm just saying,

- we gotta make the right moves.
- Okay, mastermind.

Come up with a fuckin'
plan right now then.

Shit! Becca needs me.

Bro, I'll hit you
later, all right?

This interrogation
was a violation

of my client's due
process, detective.

Do you really want us to hit the
NYPD with a discrimination suit?

Discrimination?

Do you even know who
you're protecting?

We'll see how you feel
when I file a motion

for you to appear in court.

File it. By the
time it's processed,

I'll have cells ready for
the entire organization.

Good luck explaining to CNN

how you detained a
Nigerian immigrant,

against his will,
with no charges.

That's cute.

They're all so cute.

Mr. Okeke, enjoy your freedom.

While you still have it.

Let's get you outta here.

I'll leave you to it.

Thirsty-ass nigga, man.

How the fuck did you
even get arrested?

No wahala. It doesn't matter.

The hell it doesn't.
We gotta warn Noma.

You will say nothing of this.

Oh, my nigga, I'm not about
to lie to her, all right?

She has to know the
cops are lookin'...

Listen to me.

The detective is as
perceptive as he is Black.

He thinks I run a drug empire.

So we will let him think so.

He knows nothing of who she is.

I think that if each of them
knows nothing of the other one,

it works in both our favor.

Fine.

But no more using me like
I'm some kind of corner boy,

makin' me do the shit
that you don't wanna do.

My word.

And I wanna move up.

Becca, what the fuck?

You did realize that our name

isn't on the building
anymore, right?

Because everybody else did.

And now the idiots
down at Housing

say I have to find
a new place to live

so the next rich fucks with
their name on the building

can move in.

- Are you high?
- Yeah, no shit.

Not that it matters, but
it's just a little coke.

Becca! I'm really sorry
about what's going on

but do you think you
could turn the music...

- It's not quiet hours!
- Okay, we're on our way out.

What the fuck are you doing?

Look, maybe... maybe
it's not such a bad idea

to get out of here, right?

Wouldn't wanna get kidnapped
by my psycho roommate again.

I told you I was
sorry about that.

Whatever. Look, do
you have any cash?

I don't feel like getting
the third degree from Dad.

I'm a little strapped
right now but I could...

- What?
- I'm a little strapped right now

but I could help you carry some
of these things if you'd like.

Oh, thank you so much.

And where have you been?

I was...

apprehended.

By ICE.

They held me and
questioned my status.

- It was...
- What, for 24 hours?

I've been calling you all day.

I decided to drop
my burner phone

before I got in the van.

I figured it was better
to not have a way

to track this back to you.

I'd like to say it
won't happen again

but who knows in this
god-awful country?

Dru, is this true?

Yes.

I picked him up out
of custody earlier.

After meeting his
brother and finding out

that we got him the green cards,

I just wanted to make sure

that Obi got here safely.

We got Obi here safely.

What do you mean "we" helped?

What the fuck are you doing?

What? Your brother had mentioned

that one of us reached
out to Rashad Tate.

About the green cards.

And it-it wasn't me and
I know it wasn't Cane.

Nope.

Tariq and Tate are
pretty close though.

Obi?

Did Tariq help you and your
brother get green cards?

And did you...
return that kindness

by helping him escape execution?

You said it yourself,
the boy is brilliant.

What use is he to
us if he's dead?

You make an excellent point.

I mean, as much as I hate Tariq,

we do have use for him.

You, on the other hand...

It seems the only thing
that you've managed

to get right lately is betrayal.

You've lost focus.

See your life?

I never lose focus.

I've been your focus.

You have no idea what
I've done to protect you.

Protect u...

There is no us, sweetheart.

Clean this up.

Good work.

So lead for the people
or lead for yourself.

Actually a very complex idea.

I'd like you all to think
about the advantages

and disadvantages of autocracy

and be prepared to discuss
for our next class.

Okay?

I have to leave
now, but thank you.

Excellent. Excellent work.

Yo, Effie?

What's up with this? You
doing some new marketing?

Fuck no.

Where'd you get that?

I mean, I seen a
few around campus.

Saw these logos. I didn't
really recognize 'em.

I figured I'd holla at
you, see if this was you.

Tariq, you better not
be fucking wit' me.

Why the fuck would I be
fuckin' wit' you, huh?

Look, I'm just letting you
know that you might have

some new competition
around here. That's it.

So you have a lookout.

Yo! Really?

Come pick up my phone, dumb-ass.

Don't worry, girl.
I got you now.

What the fu...

- Girl, you're pregnant?
- Yeah, I am.

I mean... do you
wanna talk about it?

I honestly don't even
know what I'ma do yet.

Do you really think you're
gonna be able to balance

Stansfield and having a kid?

Graduating from here is
important to me, Bru.

Once I finish, I'll be able
to do whatever else I want

and I ain't never had
that choice before.

- I mean, I feel you.
- Look, Bru.

You are the only person
who knows, a'ight?

And I need to keep it that way.

Okay. I got you, for real.

Can I ask you something?

Ask wisely.

I don't do stupid questions.

What's up with you not letting
Monet come back to work?

You know, I'm starting to wonder

if there's some
unnatural connection

between you and Monet.

And what is that
supposed to mean?

Well, do you wanna work for
mummy your whole entire life?

Or can you let the tit go, hm?

I'm here helping you yet again

because your number
two was grimy.

Now, if you ask me, I
think it's time for you

to make some fuckin'
upgrades around here.

And you think you're
qualified to step up?

Or are you asking on
behalf of Mommy dearest?

You wouldn't have half this shit

if it wasn't for
me puttin' in work.

Excuse me. Don't get it twisted.

Hell nah.

Well? What is it?

I have something you should see.

Ooh!

The fuck you doin'
in here, Janet?

Girl...

I would have to nurse an Obama

to be able to afford
something like this.

- Look at this.
- Yeah, yeah.

That shit is $30,000,

it's Louis Vuitton,
and it's mink.

So take it off before
you fuck it up, please.

Relax.

Come on.

We are long past the days

of us dressing alike, huh?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

It's beautiful.

Here.

Wha...

Wait a minute. Are...
Are you serious?

Of course.

- You earned it.
- Monet.

- Puttin' up wit' me.
- I did earn it.

You know, God is good.

Yes, yeah, you talk
too fuckin' much.

- Let's go. We... We gotta go.
- Okay-kay-kay. But God is good!

And you're sure about this?

Found 'em on campus.

I know who these belong to.

His name's Roman but
he's no fuckin' threat.

Then why the fuck is he
selling on my territory?

I can't tolerate
this disrespect.

Take him off the board.

And discreetly. We don't
need any unwanted attention.

Hello?!

Sweetheart!

Sweetheart, you're here.

You can't just send me away
every time you feel like it.

Like, I'm 19 now. I have a life.

Who are they?

Never mind that.
Let's have lunch.

Why don't you go
and get cleaned up

and then we'll get the chef to
whip you up anything you like.

Anything.

Oh, shit. Cane Tejada.

Bro, whatever it is,
I ain't do that shit.

Relax, nigga. Byrd, right?

You know who I am?

I found your man Roman's shit
somewhere it don't belong.

So I'm trying to figure out how
that happened before I start

jumping to conclusions.

Bro, on my mama, I don't
know nothin' about that shit.

My girl just had her baby

and I ain't tryin'
to fuck this shit up.

Congrats on the baby.

So you're tellin' me
you don't know shit

about who dealing at Stansfield?

Bro, who is Stansfield?

Just tell me when and where
Roman's next re-up is.

I'll handle this shit myself.

Remember this?

Girl, we used to put on those
talent shows in the backyard

when we were kids.

Monet!

We used to tear this song up!

Look, I wanna talk
about somethin' else.

Of course you do.

I think... I think
Diana lied to me today.

I just can't figure out why.

You serious?

Monet, you... you
can't figure out

why those kids you
raised would lie to you?

- Oh, come on, J.
- I'm just saying.

I taught them the importance of
loyalty to family, but I had to

and I just never thought this
shit would be used against me.

Monet, it doesn't matter
what you taught them.

All kids lie.

I remember you used to lie
to your parents all the time.

Or have you forgotten
how you got pregnant?

But... before all the lies

and the choices,

I remember a girl who

liked to have fun.

A girl who had big dreams.

Who'd defend them to anybody

who had something
to say about it.

Okay?

Well, that girl died the minute
they took Zeke away from me.

She didn't die.
She did not die.

No. She may be buried under
all of those hard life choices,

but she's in there.

And I bet yo' kids
would like to meet her.

Yo' ass is lit.

Thought you was
done with all this,

- Sister Mary Clarence.
- What?

First of all, God did
not turn water into wine

for them to just sit
there and look at it.

That's not what he intended.

Plus, after dealing
with your butt all week,

shit, I might drink
the whole damn bottle.

Hey!

Can I get one more? And can you
look at my girl here, please?

And turn on some Prince!

Fuck!

Goddamnit!

So Kamaal, cop to cop, what can
you tell us about St. Patrick

that's not in the original file?

Tariq has a way of manipulating
the people that are around him

into doing whatever
he needs them to.

Manipulate people
like your brother?

We know Congressman Tate
has ties to St. Patrick.

Listen, if my brother does
something for somebody,

trust and believe he's gon'
get something in return.

Did St. Patrick ask
Tate to get green cards

for a man named Obi Okeke?

I don't know anything
about green cards.

Nothing? We think
Okeke might be linked

to St. Patrick's supplier.

I'm not Councilman Tate.
I'd tell you if I knew.

Did your task force ever find
out who was supplying him?

- We never nailed that down.
- How hard did you try?

Why are you bein' so bitchy?
I'm tryin' to help here.

We got a hit on a
van in the Bronx.

FD says it's drug transport.

Lot of product up in flames.

They think it might
be intentional.

So there's a drug
war poppin' off.

Maybe.

- You wanna check it out?
- Yeah, I'll be right there.

Hold up. You're tellin' me that
your task force has jurisdiction

over any drug
activity in the city?

Dealers don't respect borough
boundaries, why should we?

Thanks for coming
in, Detective Tate.

If we have any more
information or files...

You-you know, I think I
can help you with this.

Eh, I think you got, uh, too
many personal ties to this.

You might be compromised
or obsessive.

All due respect...
All due respect,

I just wanna finish
what I started.

This guy. Look, I get the
feeling you're gonna follow me

- regardless of what I say.
- Pretty much.

So I'll do the driving. We
can talk further on the way.

Boss, you know we can't let
his dumb ass hang around.

I know. I know. We'll
get something from him.

What we got, Ed?

Somebody found the truck
after hearing gunshots nearby.

Whole shipment got fried.

Whoever's product this
was is gonna be pissed.

- This feels targeted.
- I actually agree with her.

Think we need to run the plates.

See if we get any hits.

Two steps ahead of you, brother.

All right. Text me that address.

We'll meet you there.

Yo, what up?

Wait, wait, wait. Hold up.
Hold up. Hold up. Hold up.

Fuck you mean you
didn't see who did it?

That's 300 Gs down
the fuckin' drain.

I know you motherfuckers
ain't got it.

Roman Price?

- Shit!
- Stop!

Police!

NYPD!

Get on the fuckin' ground!

Yo, yo, yo, yo. Get off me,
man! I ain't do nothin'!

Yeah? Then why the
fuck did you run?

Let's start by talkin' about
your torched drug shipment.

I don't know, bro.

I've never seen Becca
like this before.

I mean, the sorority
she wanted to pledge

acts like she doesn't
even exist anymore.

You know, I felt like shit
seeing her flame out like that

and not being able to
do anything about it.

Bro, are you even
listening to me?

Yeah. I mean, look,

I feel bad for Becca
and shit. I'm sorry.

But some rich girls not fucking
wit' her right now is...

it's not the fuckin'
end of the world, B.

We gotta figure out how
we can pay this nigga Zion

now that he opened
a slot for us.

Shh!

Wait. When'd that happen?

Well, I faked a trail leading
back to that Roman kid

at the fight club.

Effie took care of the rest.

We're fucking with Effie now?

No, no. It's just...

You know, I'm doing what
the fuck I gotta do.

- You know I am.
- Whatever. Fuck it.

The only problem we got right
now is we gotta figure out

how to get 50 more bands so
we can take Roman's spot.

Just figure out how the fuck
we gonna move this product

without Noma figuring it out.

Me?

Riq, what the fuck?

Shh!

You "shh"!

I don't even go here anymore.

Never thought I'd be
saying this again but...

let's go get these bricks.

Listen, I'm short 50k.

I'll front you the money.

Do you know how crazy you sound
saying that shit right now?

- Are you serious?
- Yeah. I'm dead serious.

My soon-to-be-ex-wife
is taking half my shit

and that bitch Jenny Sullivan,
she's taking the rest.

This is the only play that
makes sense right now.

Tell me something.

I know why I'm doing this...

but why are you?

I just couldn't do it.

I cannot live that life
without the choice being mine.

- I can't.
- Makes sense.

Feels like these motherfuckers
made that decision for me.

Dru, Noma, Cane.

All of these motherfuckers,
they have to get it.

They gotta get
what's comin' to them

and I'm not gonna rest
until that happens.

I'm tellin' you that.

Sounds like Detective Carter

couldn't make anything
stick on Noma's boy

down at the station.

He's hungry as fuck, Tariq.

And it won't be long before
he finds another way in.

He was definitely hungry.

I could see it in his face
when I was speaking to him.

He's gonna be a problem, but...

right now what I'm worried
about is making sure

Noma doesn't find out what
the fuck we have going on.

I think you could be
a big help in that

and get paid while you at it.

I'm listening.

Where did you say you
find this at again?

On campus.

I told you that.

Right.

But shit ain't really
addin' up, Effie.

Where specifically?

Because my guy
just got back to me

and he never heard of Roman
dealing at Stansfield.

What the fuck, Cane?

You don't hear me
talking to you?

Can we table this until I'm
finished with my application?

Noma said take
Roman off the table,

that's exactly what you did.

Job done.

You right.

You're right. I'm just saying.

I got a feeling. I
mean, I feel like...

How do I know you and Tariq
ain't tryin' to run a long game?

Because that makes
no fucking sense.

Why would I mess up
my own exit strategy?

Especially when you out
here fuckin' on our boss

like that's a good idea.

What the fuck are
you talkin' about?

Do you think I'm fucking stupid?

Nigga, I saw you.

What did it for you?

Was it when she
threatened to kill us

or when she stood up to Monet?

I don't know. If you
jealous, just say that.

Nigga, you wish.

I just think it's funny how
you're accusing me of stuff

but you out here
fuckin' our bottom line.

Never shoulda missed my
interview helping you.

Look. I don't have robot shit
takin' me outta New York.

You know? I'm thinking
about my long game too.

Great.

Well, I have robot shit to do.

All right.

You have a visitor, miss.

Nice place.

Although, you didn't
really strike me

as the throw pillow type.

How can I help you, Mr. MacLean?

Oh, right to it. Okay, well,

I've, uh, prepared documentation

regarding Obi and Kene Okeke.

- Documentation?
- Yes.

What is it you think
you know about Obi?

I know my associate has
been unable to reach him

since he was questioned
by Detective Carter.

- Hm.
- Those documents,

those documents show the
brothers traveled to Dubai

where they run no
risk of extradition.

You know, just in case the
authorities should ask.

Why are you telling me this?

It's my job to close
loops like this

for people like you.

- People like me?
- Yeah.

Who am I, Mr. MacLean?

You're a businesswoman...

with a target on her back.

And I can do other
things for you as well.

For a price, of course.

Which I'd be happy to
discuss over drinks.

You're a cheeky
motherfucker, aren't you?

Depends.

You like cheeky motherfuckers?

Rain check.

But obviously I... I
know where to find you.

Yeah.

Come on. Yeah.

Hey. One time.

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.
Hold on. Hold on.

Yo, that was crazy!

Yeah, that sounded,
like, really good.

This shit 'bout to go crazy.

- Yeah!
- Yeah, that was dope.

Damn, girl. How you
already got a groupie?

Hey.

- Be careful.
- Y'all are too much.

All right, come on.

Yo. You know that's how
all groups break up, right?

- Yeah.
- Uh-huh,

but you still gotta
pay, Walter White.

Relax, Destiny's Child.

Sorry for interrupting.

It's all good.

You okay?

Yeah. Just...

a lot of shit's out of
control in my life right now

and I just... I feel
like a fuck-up, you know?

Sounds like you could use it.

Mr. Fuck-up.

You feel better?

Yeah.

You can't be that persistent.

Fuck.

Why are you here so late?

Took care of that
threat from earlier.

Didn't need to come
here to tell me that.

But, um...

thought about what
you said earlier.

About what I want.

I think we make a great team.

So we're a team now, hm?

Hell yeah.

Why the fuck you
starin' so hard?

Bro, I can't help it. She's
so fire. There's just...

somethin' about her.

- How'd it go with Davis?
- It went a'ight.

We got product, now we
just gotta figure out

how we gon' move it.

That's why I told
you to come here.

This, bro. This
is how we move it.

You mean as a music groupie?
This is what you came up with?

Bro, look at that
merch table over there.

They've been selling all night.
People really fuck with them.

I mean, I'm sure
the shit is movin'

but I don't think stockin'
a table full of product

in the middle of the
school makes sense, B.

If we can convince enough people
that this group is up next,

we can throw parties all
over the tristate area.

Makes sense. Make it the
place to be every week.

Right. Product,
entertainment. Drives demand.

Only thing is, we gonna have
to filter this shit out.

We need a portal or some
shit like Course Correct,

like No Cap All
Frap. You know?

Right. So maybe it's
there waiting for 'em

when they get there.

Yeah, I don't know. Fuck.

All right, we'll chop
it up about this later.

- I gotta take this call.
- All right, bet.

Yo, Pinky.

I'm sending you a clip
from a Ring camera.

Now look, I got somethin'
to say to y'all.

- What up? What up?
- Look good?

Where the fuck you been?

Puttin' in work.

Think that shit with Obi you
did made you look real big, huh?

Get off me. You don't know how
to take a fuckin' I, do you?

Yeah, I don't take no Ls,
and I never take orders

- from you, baby bro.
- Y'all, y'all, kill that noise.

Tonight is J's last night.

Yeah, I can't believe
you're leavin' already.

Well, I gotta get
back to my life.

Plus, everything here seems
to be settling itself.

Mm.

Thanks to Jehovah.

Cane, say grace.

This demon does not
know how to say grace.

- Fuckin'... Get off my shoul...
- All right, enough!

I found something in Kate Egan's

Ring camera footage.
Check your messages.

Yo, what the fuck? Did you
send this to Monet already?

So, Ma, come on, man. What's
up with this big news?

I'm gettin' ready to
launch my own business.

What kind of business?

What kind you think, boy?

But listen, I want y'all to
come back and work for me.

Not as soldiers...

but as partners.

What do y'all have
to say about that?

I got you.

Thanks, D.

But I'm out as soon
as we turn a profit.

I can work with that.

Cane? Dru?

Yeah, I don't know, Ma.

Workin' for Noma
hasn't been so bad.

Yeah, I'm... I'm
good over here.

Noma been treatin' me good.

Ma, what's wrong?

Diana...

what the fuck did you do?

What the hell you
talkin' 'bout, Ma?

What the fuck is this?

That's your fuckin'
stupid-ass sister

giving Tommy's mother
Tasha's address.

Ain't it, Diana?

Wait, Ma. Please let me explain.

Explain how you fuckin'
lied about Kate Egan?

And how you told
the bitch it was me?

What the fuck are you
trying to do here?

- Ma, I tried to stop it.
- Diana. Come on.

I was never gonna let
it happen. Look...

You know what? Fuck y'all.

I shoulda never had y'all
little stupid motherfuckers.

- Ma, you took our father...
- Stop!

Monet! Monet.
Monet. Monet! Monet.

- Back. Back!
- Let's go.

- I'm sorry!
- Come on!

Stop! Stop!

- Dru, you knew about this shit?
- Dru!

- Fuck both of y'all.
- Dru!

These little
motherfuckers set me up.

- Cane, get back here!
- Go!

Go, Dru! Go.

Go.

B Che, we did it.