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Previously on ghost...

- It's either her or us. - We use tariq.

Put two through the window and drive off.

Mami!

- Ma. - When you spoke to tariq,

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

Who's Kate egan?

- Nobody. - What's up with this?

You doing some new marketing?

- Where'd you get that? - I know who these belong to.

His name's Roman.

Take him off the board.

And discreetly.

So there's a drug war poppin' off.

I think I can help you with this.

I just want to finish what I started.

This guy.

The home test was accurate.

So I'm pregnant.

Think you know who the father is?

So we're a team now?

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

I feel like a fuck-up.

Sounds like you could use it.

Mr. Fuck-up.

Right now, what I'm worried about is making sure

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

I think you could be a big help in that

and get paid while you at it.

You're a businesswoman with a target on her back.

I can do other things for you as well.

- Rain check. - How'd it go with Davis?

We got product, now we just gotta figure out

- how we gonna move it. - This, bro.

If we can convince enough people

that this group is up next,

we could throw parties all over the tristate area.

Yo, pinky.

I'm sending you a clip from the ring camera.

Check your messages.

Diana, what the fuck did you do?

Please let me explain.

- Stupid mother... - ma, you took our father!

- Diana! Let's go! - Monet!

Fuck both of y'all.

These little motherfuckers set me up.

Go, dru! Go.

Where the fuck is this bitch at?

What are you gonna do?

Kill her in front of a million witnesses

in the dorm? Riq!

Anywhere this bitch is at, she's getting a bullet.

I don't give a fuck.

She's obviously not fuckin' here, so let's get outta here.

So you not answering my phone calls?

Where the fuck is Diana?

I'm guessing you've seen the video

of her pretending to be me.

Yeah. I have.

You thought I sent Tommy after Tasha.

That's why you thought you needed to take them shots at me.

So did you?

I was pissed off about my mom, yes.

But you told me I ain't do it, so I ain't sayin' shit at you.

Listen.

Dru and Diana, they violated.

All right. Your own fuckin' blood

tried to take you out, monet.

I fuckin' know that.

So you know what you need to do then.

Listen, I don't trust this motherfucker for shit,

but he right.

Dru and Diana gotta go.

Fuck. This is bad.

- I know. - No, dru. Like real bad.

I know, di.

No. Let's just try to talk to her.

- Come clean, make things right. - What?!

Dru, I'm fuckin' tired of arguin' with her!

I don't wanna fight! Let's just tell monet the truth.

We were fucked up over her killin' papi but we

you have lost your fuckin' mind!

- Dru... - in what world

do you think baring our souls to monet

is gonna keep her from wanting to kill us?

Or cane.

And I know you don't think tariq's gonna

give us a fuckin' pass on this shit.

Why you so pressed to find Diana?

Look, she and dru nearly got my mother killed, that's why.

- What? - They set up monet

to make it seem like she's the one that fuckin' did it.

And the worst thing of it all, they used me

to try to take out their own mother.

- That's fucked up. - Yeah.

It's fucked up they'd some shit like that.

Are you serious?

What? You all nonchalant

like you knew about this shit or something.

I didn't fucking know about it

but did you genuinely think they wouldn't do that to you?

You think you and the tejadas are on some

homies for life type shit?

When have you ever been able to trust them, tariq?

I don't fuckin' know, effie. I don't know.

Yeah, well, with what we're doing,

you can't count on trust or loyalty.

Doesn't matter who it is.

And you should know about that more than anyone.

You speak to Diana, don't tell her I was lookin' for her.

Listen, Donnie, I wanna know where dru is tonight.

Anybody sees him or loses him,

that's a fuckin' target on their back too. You got it?

- We got you, yo. - Good.

Okay, I need to get my hands on some cash.

And some guns.

Fu... fuck. I-I gotta get some food first.

I'm fuckin' hungry. You hungry?

How can you be hungry right now?

I feel like I'm about to fuckin' throw up.

Yo, there's this Chinese joint down the block.

I'ma-I'm gon get some food, all right? Be right back.

Wait. No, dru, don't leave me here.

Just order room service and put it on the bill.

It's a motel. They don't have room service.

What bill?

Fuck.

Excuse me. I'm lookin' for my kids.

What room is tejada?

You a motel guest?

- No. - Then fuck off.

Please tell me you paid the dude downstairs in cash.

Dru, we don't have any cash.

I just paid him with what I had. Fuck.

Fuck! F...

Motherfucker, I ain't gon' ask you again.

And I'm not telling you again.

Fuck off.

Monet's gonna know exactly where we are now.

Fuck. I'm sorry.

Tejada. What fucking room?

Room 23. Second floor.

Down the hall to the left.

Shoulda told me in the first fuckin' place.

Dru, we gotta get outta here now. Let's go. Let's go.

Little hard to go on the run

when your mom's footin' the bill?

Ma, please. We are sorry. We didn't mean to do it.

The day you got shot, somebody else

y'all was just gonna take my life like that?

I gave you little motherfuckers life!

I raised you.

I taught you the fuckin' game.

Because of me you have every-fucking-thing.

I'm your fuckin' mother!

Do you really think you deserve our respect?

- Dru, shut the fuck up. - No, fuck that.

She needs to hear this shit.

This life that you pride yourself on givin' us,

we tried to tell you a million fuckin' ways

that we don't fuckin' want it.

But you so focused on yourself,

you can't even hear us.

No matter how much it damages us,

you just won't let us out.

You try to tell us about everything you wanna do for us.

All right, let's talk about it then.

Let's talk about it. Right?

No, our cousin?

No, I mean, our brother...

Is dead.

That's what you did for us.

Our father is dead. That's what you did for us.

Stop talkin', dru.

And gordo?

You know how much that shit fucked me up?

Not another fuckin' word, dru.

You don't give a fuck about us!

You don't care about what we want,

or what we need.

You never have.

We might actually be happy if it wasn't for you.

You're not even close to being a good mother.

You just a bitch.

I'm a bitch, motherfucker?

Wait, no, no, no!

Dru, let's get the fuck outta here.

Ma, you good?

Them motherfuckers is gettin' away.

Detective, got a sec?

Have a seat.

I've been doin' some digging on a Marcus "Zion" Washington.

Who?

Hungry, mid-level hustler.

He's been supplying product to multiple organizations

in three different boroughs.

He's also the connect to Roman.

That dealer whose Van burned down.

Okay. How you know all that?

I squeezed it outta Roman when I questioned him

after the collar.

God damn.

I remember the days when snitches got stitches.

It's like they don't make soldiers

like they used to, you know?

- I mean fortunately for us. - Listen.

I was figuring that I'll go and pay Zion a visit,

shake the proverbial tree, see what falls loose.

Yeah. I'll have one of my guys run that down.

Why? I've already made the connect.

It was Roman's drugs that got torched.

I get it.

My gut tells me that we should put our focus

on the tejadas and tariq St. Patrick.

Now, I have a major play for you.

Respectfully, detective, my gut is telling me that this guy

you know, when I was a kid.

I had this... This homeboy named Rob.

And he would come over to the house,

play video games, eat dinner.

My mother loved him.

Until one day

Rob got up,

went to the refrigerator, and got himself a soda.

Didn't ask me, didn't ask my mother. Just...

Got himself a soda.

And you know what my mother did?

She told him...

This is my homeboy, to whom she was always so nice,

to get the fuck outta her house.

You see, Rob...

Was a guest in her home.

And he had gotten a little too comfortable.

I

I just think that if we were to go...

And I think...

That if you become the head of your own task force,

that you can run your investigations

however the fuck you see fit.

But this is my task force.

And I'm gonna need you to fuckin' fall in line.

Now I appreciate your... Initiative, detective.

I really do.

You're gonna talk to tariq St. Patrick

and I'm gonna chat with monet tejada.

Let's get them to turn against one another

and get at least one of them to spill.

Worth a shot?

Yeah. Sure.

Dru?

Dru. Wake up, dru.

Dru, wake up!

Look, what are we gonna do?

'Cause I'm not sleeping in this car another night.

- I gotta get to the stash spot. - Okay, so let's go.

No, I'm gonna go alone.

I need to get you someplace safe.

You tryin' to split up?

Not for long. Just until I can get what we need

and then I'ma come and get you. I promise.

Di, I need to get to the stash so I can protect us, all right?

Now, is there anyplace you can think of

that cane and monet won't?

Hey, yo. You seen Diana?

Nah. She never showed up to her shift today.

She ain't even called or nothin'.

Lookin' for an extra shift?

Nah. I can't help you right now, bro. Sorry.

All right.

What up? Anything?

I've looked and asked all over campus.

Trust me. Diana's not here.

Yeah, I gotta check a few other spots, but.

I actually might know where she'll end up.

All right.

What the fuck?

Yeah?

I don't know. This whole dru and Diana shit.

Yeah, what about it?

I don't know. Do you really think revenge

is what we should be focused on right now?

What the fuck else should I be focused on?

I don't know. Maybe to make sure

our new business gets up and running smoothly.

- That could be something. - As much as I want to, I can't.

I gotta focus on this. This is something I gotta handle, b.

Okay, so while you're out in your John wick bullshit,

I guess I'm the one that has to handle it, right?

Yeah, I guess so too.

- Thank you. - Riq.

This fuckin' kid.

So ain't nobody in these streets

heard from your stupid-ass brother and sister yet?

Don't stress it, okay?

I'm pretty sure I know where dru's at.

Where the fuck is that?

Just let me handle it. All right?

I promise you. Okay?

I'm not lettin' 'em get away with this.

Well, call me when you get dru.

Hey, hey, hey!

Get the fuck outta my way, Janet!

Listen to me!

You listen to me.

You need to get it together.

There is a detective Carter down there asking for you.

Fuck!

And I don't know why you think some drug dealer's shit

gettin' torched has shit to do with me.

Well, I'll, enlighten you then.

Your family's been runnin' drugs for years.

Not the biggest players in town.

On the come-up.

Or you were.

You got caught up in that rico case,

but let's keep it 100, we all know that tariq St. Patrick

was the real star of that show.

Look, get to the point or get the fuck out.

My money's on you and your family trying to rebuild, monet.

Anybody that poses a threat to that,

well, they gotta get dealt with, including Roman.

So you destroyed his shipment.

I ain't involved in that shit.

How's your relationship with, St. Patrick these days?

We don't have one.

Okay.

Okay. See, that I actually buy.

Seein' as how we got a witness who says he saw a man

flee the scene at the time of your shooting.

A man whose description matches tariq St. Patrick to a t.

Does that surprise you?

Do I look surprised?

Ha.

Little bit.

Little bit.

I'ma leave you my card.

See you soon, red.

Were you surprised to receive my call?

Not particularly, no.

I'll admit,

you demonstrated a rare brand of acumen

that I admire with regard to my last hurdle.

I'm hoping you can also be of assistance

in helping me clear the next one.

I'm listening.

I need to solidify one of my legitimate businesses

here in the states.

It's a jet parts company that I've established in Italy.

I need government contracts

to replace those I've lost overseas.

But unfortunately, I don't have relationships

with anyone here in the states

who has that kind of access.

Pity.

You, however, are familiar

with the important political players here.

Now, it's my understanding that you have a friendship

with a congressman Tate.

"Friendship" is, a strong word.

I'd classify it more like...

An occasional arrangement.

Mutual back scratching, so to speak.

So who in the American political arena

would I need to have an arrangement with

in order to secure these contracts?

You'll wanna talk to wiley Adams.

Works in senator len Carmichael's

government liaison office.

His tentacles reach everywhere.

Well, does he play nice with others?

- For the right price. - How do I get to him?

Just so happens

there's a charity banquet the mayor's throwing tonight.

All the political heavy hitters will be there.

So will wiley Adams.

And so will his aide, Kevin Grant.

He's the one you need to get past.

- The gatekeeper. - Yeah.

Hood kid made good.

Can't be wooed easily.

Unlike most of these political pansies.

Can smell the bullshit coming from as far north as Albany.

Your intel is greatly appreciated.

What will it cost me?

We'll work that out when the time is right.

In the interim, what time am I picking you up?

While I, I do appreciate the offer,

I already have an escort in mind for the evening.

Lucky man.

You sure about this?

Yeah, I'll be fine.

Dru, just do what you gotta do

so we can get the fuck up outta New York.

And, dru...

Please be safe.

For real.

I got you.

- Hey, stranger. - Look, Salim,

I know I'm the last person you expected to hear from

and thanks for not ghosting me,

but I really need to come in.

Please.

Yeah.

Come on.

You lookin' for something?

You ain't gonna be needin' none of that where you goin'.

Never shoulda told you about this spot.

Yeah.

Probably shoulda never tried to kill monet either.

You ain't got shit to say for yourself?

What the fuck you want me to say?

How 'bout "I'm sorry"?

For trying to kill the woman who gave birth to us. Start there.

So you tight 'cause we tried to kill monet?

Or 'cause we did it without you?

You do see why we did what we did, right?

No, nigga, I don't. That's our fuckin' moms.

And Lorenzo was our pops!

How the fuck does she get away with doing what she did to us?

She keeps getting a pass.

- The game is the game, right? - It is.

And you buggin' if you think I'ma let you live

after what you did, man.

- Fuck. Come on, cane. - Can't do it.

This is why we didn't tell you, you know?

Because you've spent your whole life trying to make monet happy.

And for what? She still don't give a fuck and she never will.

Do you even care that papi is gone because of her?

I know we had our issues.

We all had problems with papi.

But he was our fuckin' father, man.

She took him away.

Where's all your pain and hurt over that?

You don't know how I felt

or what I went through when he died.

I put that shit to the side to be here for the family.

And what the fuck do I got for that, dru?

Can't go to no Ivy league school like Diana.

I'm no fuckin' Picasso like you, nigga.

This is all I know.

You didn't even wanna be in this shit,

he get outta jail and make you his number two?

Cane. Cane.

Nigga!

I just wanted him to respect me.

Okay, I wanted him to see me.

To see I can hold down the family, man. I can.

And monet robbed me of that but I still ain't try to kill her.

So fuck you!

- Fuck you, man. - Just...

Cane, come on, man. Just... just fuckin'...

Pull the fuckin' trigger.

Do it!

'Cause if you don't, I promise to god

I won't stop until I put a fuckin' bullet in your head.

Yeah.

I need you at my home in one hour.

I'm in the middle of something.

It's a demand. Not a request.

Wait, what do you mean no one knows where it is?

How does that work?

It's an underground location on campus.

Couple hours before the show, we'll release it on socials

courtesy of the most popular influencers on campus.

Then after that, word on the street is,

if you ain't at this party,

you ain't shit.

- I don't get it. - Okay, well, it creates demand.

Hey, after a few more parties,

people'll be asking for the next one

and the next one and the next one after that.

And before you know it, you and the band

are winning grammys and signing record deals.

Okay. Maybe it's genius. We'll see.

Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa, what do you mean "we'll see"?

You don't trust me?

If there's one thing I know how to do

it's throw a sick fuckin' party.

Okay? People fuck wit' your boy.

Yeah, okay. They fuck with your product.

Damn. I mean, what?

All those influencers are just plugging your event for free?

And I'm betting it cost you a shit ton of money.

Drug money.

And you'll probably recoup by selling more drugs.

This is wild 'cause I was thinking more of like

a "thank you, Brayden" is in order.

And don't act like you have a problem with drugs either

'cause you definitely don't have a problem takin' 'em,

that's for sure.

Okay. Ouch.

Relax.

I wasn't judging you, I was just...

Letting you know I see you.

Okay.

Can you pretend that you don't?

Seriously.

You have to keep this shit on the low.

You can definitely not tell anyone else in the band.

What do I get in return?

What do you want?

How about just a teeny-tiny bit of product? Off the top.

Free of charge, of course.

I think tariq would have a serious problem with that.

So...

We don't tell him.

Excuse me. By chance, do you know a tariq St. Patrick

or where I could find him?

- No. - St. Patrick.

Look like you're on your way somewhere.

Brilliant observation.

Yeah, well, I'd like to talk to you

about monet tejada's shooting.

I don't know shit about that.

Yeah, well, I got an eyewitness that says different.

Yeah. Places a certain individual

that matches your description on the scene.

Any idea why that would be?

Are you feeding monet tejada the same bullshit?

'Cause if you are, you're puttin' a big-ass fuckin' target

on my back for no reason.

You need to take that?

What exactly did you tell monet?

I'm not at Liberty to discuss any details

of an ongoing investigation.

But if you truly feel

that there's a credible threat to your life,

I'm willing to bring you in for a statement.

Yeah, I gotta go.

You know where to find me, tariq.

What you in here trippin' about now?

What do you want, Janet?

Monet, you need to take your pills

and you need to get some rest.

Look, I don't need you tellin' me what the fuck

apparently you do, monet.

You know, all these years, I thought Lorenzo was to blame.

That all the light in you

had been snuffed out by him.

But bein' in this house

over the past few weeks, I see it now.

You da problem.

- You think so? - I know so.

You asked me before

whether I thought you did a bad job raisin' yo' kids.

Well, I'm here to tell you, monet...

You didn't do right by them.

Look, I don't need you lecturing me

about my kids in my own damn house.

You can take your ass back to Atlanta with that shit.

You don't even know your own damn kids.

You can't even see that your own daughter is pregnant.

What?

- How the fuck you know that? - How do you not know that?

See, the eyes in my head, they can see.

What's making you so damn blind to your own children?

Take your medication.

Salim, I'm sorry. I-I didn't expect to be here this long.

I thought my brother would have picked me up by now.

You sure you can't tell me what's wrong?

It's better if you don't know any details.

Look, Salim.

I'm really sorry.

What for?

For threatening to tell people about your parents

and where you really come from.

I was wrong for that.

You don't owe me any apology.

I wasn't being honest wit' you.

Yeah, but I'm sure you had your reasons

for wanting to distance yourself from them.

I mean, look at my family.

I'm the last one to be coming for yours.

Look.

I never meant to judge you.

I just feel like your family was keeping you

from being who you really are.

And who you are

is a beautiful, amazing black woman

who is capable of having any life she wants.

You don't have to settle for the one your family dictates.

Diana.

Tell me what's wrong.

Salim.

I did something that I thought was right

but I actually fucked up.

And now

Salim, if I don't leave town,

something really bad is gonna happen

and I don't know what to do. I'm fuckin' scared.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

I know a safe place you can go. Okay?

My parents got a spot in greenwich.

They'll be vacationing in Turks and Caicos

for the rest of the month.

So it's completely empty, and if you need

- a spot to hide... - I can't take that from you.

Yes, you can.

Yes, you can. You said it yourself, right?

You can't stay in New York.

Here, take 'em. And these.

Car's in the garage. You can take the back way out.

And once you get there and get everything figured out,

just leave it there, I'll go get it later.

Thank you, Salim.

Of course.

Thank you.

I got you.

Salim, listen to me.

No matter what, you can't tell anybody I was here

or where I went. I mean it.

- Nobody. - Come on now.

I got you.

Your affinity for Gucci and fendi is noted.

But certain situations require a man to...

As you say,

level up.

Yeah, whatever.

Don't keep mummy waiting.

I'm sorry. I was under the impression you work for me now,

- not monet. - We just have a situation.

Unless you prefer a sense of maternal security

to being your own man then...

You called and I came, right?

- Yeah. - Relax.

So where we goin'?

A gala.

Attended by the city's most prominent politicians.

That sounds fun.

I have a very important business deal to close

and the man who could help me will be there.

The man I need to impress

is wiley Adams.

Adams is a criminal broker

for New York senator len Carmichael.

He's very well-connected and has pull

with the department in charge of granting government contracts.

Contracts I need.

I'll need you to keep his aide occupied.

His name is Kevin Grant.

He's a real ball-buster

and doesn't let anyone unauthorized near Adams.

Born and raised in the Bronx.

He's a little... Rough around the edges.

Do you mean like me?

I think you'll find

you and Mr. Grant have certain... elements in common.

Make it work for you.

I'm confident you'll prove yourself capable

of doing what needs to be done.

Like obi did so many times before you.

Sir, for you? Scotch, straight.

- Appreciate it. - Anything for you, sir?

Listen, man, they ain't got no hennessy. Don't even ask.

Yeah, this didn't really strike me as a henny crowd.

Let me get a scotch too.

- Thank you. - Cheers, gentlemen.

Not bad.

But it ain't no henny though.

- Lawrence. - Kevin.

Okay.

So what kinda business you into?

I know you're not a politician.

Hell no. No, I'm in...

- Exports. - Okay.

- You? - Political aide.

Get the fuck outta here. Man, you're like 6'3".

Bro, you're supposed to be on the court somewhere.

- Hey, once upon a time. Yeah. - Right, right. Okay.

You gunnin' for the seat.

Fuck no.

- I like to fall back. - Okay.

Control things in the cut.

See, that's a whole different type of hustle.

And it's all about the hustle where I'm from.

Yeah, no doubt. Listen, I know all about that, trust me.

I had to claw my way up to the top.

As my Alma mater motto goes, "I'll find a way or make one."

Whoa. Clark Atlanta?

Class of 2016.

Get the fuck outta here.

I went to Clark. Class of 2011.

- Word? - Yeah!

- You're my guy. - Yo. That's...

You-you know, it's crazy runnin' into you here.

See, I'm tryin' to put together this seminar

for at-risk kids, right?

Have successful dudes like yourself come and talk to them

about a way out.

Hey, listen, I love that.

- I'd love to hear more. - Say that.

Okay.

See, my whole thing is this. We gotta start right now.

And I'm sure you would make a formidable partner.

But that contract already has potential vendors.

- But it's still up for grabs? - Technically, yes.

But I think it's likely they'll close the deal

within a few weeks.

If at all possible, I'd still like to make a bid.

It'll cost you a substantial access fee.

You are aware of that?

When does it not?

And I assume that the paperwork for your American citizenship

is in order?

I assumed I'd throw a little money at that problem as well.

Well, if by "a little" you mean a lot...

Then I'm confident we can work something out.

Great.

'Cause what I'm really saying,

the problem is being underestimated.

Underestimated.

See, these kids are capable of way more than people

give them credit for.

All right? The problem is, they just need the opportunity.

And that's where you...

Quite surprised that our paths

hadn't crossed prior to this.

Your name is not unknown to me and my office.

What I'm thinking is if you and I both

hey, man, I'm sorry. Work emergency.

But... tell the little homies I said good luck.

Wait, where you...

Yo, tariq. What the hell?

I need you to tell me where she's at.

- Where who is? - Cut the shit, Salim.

I know Diana was here. I have people with eyes on her.

- Where the fuck is she? - Yo, your people are lying.

- Diana... - where the fuck is she?

Yo! Okay. A'ight.

She was here earlier, but she left a while ago.

- Where did she go? - Honestly, I don't know.

And if she wanted you to know,

she probably would a told you herself.

What are you... hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

I know you don't wanna catch a bullet

for playing captain save-a-hoe right now, Salim, be smart, bro.

- Be smart. - Okay. All right.

All right, she's at my parents' house in greenwich, Connecticut.

A'ight.

You see how easy that was?

For you to bitch up.

What?

Fuck you.

Why the fuck did you have to do that?

Why, man? Fuck!

Dru, where the fuck have you been?

I know. I'm so sorry, di.

Shit got all the way fucked up and didn't go as planned.

- You still at Salim's? - Kinda.

He let me post up at his parents' spot in greenwich.

- What? - Look, just meet me here, okay?

We'll be safe until we figure shit out.

Fuck. A'ight.

Just... I gotta make a quick stop first.

What? No, dru!

You said we wouldn't be separated for that long

and you've been gone all fucking day.

Look, I know, I know. I know, but we need cash.

I know where we can get some

but I gotta lay low until I can get it.

Once I got it, I will drive straight to you, I promise.

Okay.

Just get here, dru.

A'ight.

Boy, fix your face.

I was supposed to stay after school for the art show.

My teacher made my stuff the centerpiece and everything.

She's expecting me to be there. I wanna be there.

Look, dru, I have something very important

I need you to do today. So that other shit can wait.

But I told you about it two weeks ago.

- You said I could go... - what the fuck I just say?

Look, I don't wanna hear you whine about this shit again.

Understand?

Now get your damn priorities straight.

Family first.

Now, in order to move up from packaging,

you gotta learn the next level of the game.

Business transactions.

That's where all the real money's made, okay?

So you Lorenzo's bitch.

Nigga, I ain't nobody's bitch.

Yeah, a'ight.

Want a drink?

- Nah, I'm good. - You sure?

'Cause you lookin' mad uptight right now.

Maybe relax you a little bit.

Look, man, you want this fuckin' product or what?

Yeah, I want the fuckin' product.

Well, hurry the fuck up. I got shit to do.

Shorty, why's your mom trippin' like this?

Don't fuckin' talk to my son. I ain't playin' wit' you.

And I don't take no orders from no bitch.

Now get yo' ass the fuck out.

I ain't goin' nowhere without my fuckin' money.

Hey!

Get the fuck off my mom!

Dru, baby, give me the gun.

Come on, let's go.

Let's go.

Dru.

Dru!

What the hell are you cryin' for?

You did the right thing.

Lex came for us and you took him out.

Anybody that comes for us, you take 'em the fuck out.

That's the name of the game. Life or death, okay?

Now let's go.

Come on.

Let's go!

Well, I'm all packed and...

Ready to take my ass back to the a-t-I.

Monet?

You okay?

J, I taught my own kids

to hate me.

I told 'em to put the game before everything.

And that's exactly what they did.

I don't even blame them for the shit we in.

I brought it all on myself.

Monet.

I know you and your family.

Y'all stay in some shit.

And I've never asked you questions

that I didn't wanna know the answer to.

I don't know what's goin' on between you

and dru, Diana...

Or cane.

But what I do know

is that, monet, you are their mother

and those are your babies.

And as long as the four of you have breath in your lungs,

it's not too late.

And whatever's going on with you guys,

with y'all, I know that love will bring y'all back from it.

Robbin' the family stash spot?

F... Ain't nothin' sacred to you?

Almost forgot you had a key to this motherfucker.

Fuck.

All this shit ends now.

Ma. Guess who's standing right in front of me

at the bodega stash spot.

Cane, wait.

Don't do it.

- Don't kill your brother. - What?

- Listen. Put dru on the phone. - Ma, the nigga's

standing in front of me right now. I can do it.

Look, he is still my son and he is still your brother.

Ma, I can do it!

What, are you fucking deaf? Now, boy!

- What? - Dru, where's Diana?

I'm not tryin' to kill her. I'm tryin' to save her.

But if we don't get to her before tariq does, he will.

I'll text you an address.

You like a fuckin' cyborg when it come to her?

Give me my phone and get the fuck outta here.

For the last 24 hours, it has been your sole mission

to take me out.

And now you're not gon' do it 'cause mommy says so?

It's fuckin' pathetic. You always gonna be a mama's boy.

You're done at the penthouse.

Get your shit and get the fuck out.

As far as noma, you and Diana out the game.

I may not be able to kill you...

But you fuckin' dead to me.

You look real relaxed for a bitch that got a target

on the back of her head right now.

Fuck.

Where the fuck you goin'?

Tariq, listen to me, please.

I know how fucked up this whole thing was.

If I could undo all of it, I would. I swear, riq.

I never wanted to involve you.

But we couldn't risk monet's death comin' back on us.

But you could risk my mother's life.

We didn't think it would come to that.

You knew exactly what the fuck

it would come down to, Diana.

Tariq, I'm sorry.

Please. You can't do this to me.

- Why the fuck can't I? - Because she's pregnant.

What the fuck that got to do with me?

Why should I care?

Because it's yours.

Put your gun down, tariq.

I know you, dru, and Diana tried to kill me.

And I know it was you who pulled the trigger.

And I know you was on the scene.

Look, we got a lot of reasons to want to take each other out

but I got a better idea.

You give my kids a pass, I give you one.

You don't go after dru and Diana, I won't come after you

- and neither will cane. - Why the fuck would you do that?

Because right now, the only thing I give a damn about

is my fuckin' family being safe.

Including my grandbaby.

So lower your gun, tariq. Lower your fuckin' gun!

If I was gonna shoot you, I'da did it already.

Mom.

I'm so sorry.

- It's okay. I'm sorry. - For everything.

I'm sorry.

Did you get the family business sorted?

I did.

And I thought about what you said earlier too.

I ain't no mama's boy.

I ain't your boy either.

I'm my own fuckin' man.

Hey, man!

James! Wait up, dude!

What do you think?

I think you did the damn thing, my boy.

Bro, this shit could not run smoother.

Come here. Check this out.

So we run the product through the merch,

covert style.

All no lie tees and water bottles

come with a little something extra.

You know what I'm sayin'?

The coke goes through the t-shirt orders.

The shirt size determines the gram amount

which goes inside the tags.

Pills go inside the water bottles,

hidden in a secret compartment at the bottom.

This is some exclusive shit.

I'm talkin' party of the century epicness.

Yeah, I'm there.

We reveal the party locations by word of mouth

so everything stays underground

and off noma's radar.

All the merch orders go through our secure app.

It's a failsafe business model.

We can keep adding new products to the shop

and with all that online business,

we'll be making money in our sleep.

Our people deliver,

or customers can pick it up at our weekly party.

There you go.

Before you know it, they're buzzing about it.

Literally.

We keep this up, we'll be back in business in no time

and without getting ourselves killed.

Proud of you, my boy.

How'd it go with the tejadas?

I might need a drink before I get into that shit,

I'm not gon' lie. Might need to hit that too.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Tariq St. Patrick, drinking and smoking.

There's a lot goin' on, my boy.

Yeah, I guess so.

Whatever she's drinkin', I got it.

What's up? I'm tariq.

Yeah. And I can pay for my own drinks.

I mean, yeah, I can see that. But why should you?

I'm Anya.

Nice to meet you, Anya.