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[dramatic instrumental
music plays]

[funky hip-hop beat layers in]

[Diana] Previously on Ghost...

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

[Diana] Put two through
the window and drive off.

- [tires squeal]
- [Diana yells out] Mami!

[gunfire]

- 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.

[Noma] Take him off the board.

And discreetly.

[Carter] 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.

[doctor] The home
test was accurate.

So I'm pregnant.

Think you know
who the father is?

So we're a team now?

[Brayden] 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.
- [sniffs]

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.

[MacLean] 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.

- [phone vibrates]
- Yo, Pinky.

[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.

[tires squealing]

[tense, ominous music plays]

[music ends with echoing note]

[singer] ♪ They say this
is A big, rich town ♪

♪ I just come from
The poorest part ♪

♪ Bright lights, city
life I gotta make it ♪

♪ This is where it goes down ♪

♪ I just happen
To come up hard ♪

♪ Legal or illegal,
baby I gotta make it ♪

[50 Cent] ♪ I never took
A straight path nowhere ♪

♪ Life's full of
twists And turns ♪

♪ Bumps and bruises
I live, I learn ♪

♪ I'm from that city full of
Yellow Cabs and skyscrapers ♪

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

♪ Homie, I grew up in hell
A block away from heaven ♪

♪ That corner, every 15
minutes They movin' seven ♪

♪ Pure snow Bag it
then watch it go ♪

♪ Occupational options Get
some blow or some hos ♪

♪ Shoot the ball or the strap
Learn to rap or to jack ♪

♪ Fuck it, man, in the meantime
Go ahead and pump a pack ♪

♪ This my regal royal flow
My James Bond bounce ♪

♪ That 007 That's
62 on my count ♪

♪ I'm a undercover liar
I lie under the covers ♪

♪ Look a bitch in the eyes and
Tell her, "Baby, I love you" ♪

♪ "You're my inspiration
You're my motivation" ♪

♪ "You're the reason that I'm
Moving with no hesitation" ♪

[singer] ♪ They say this
is A big, rich town ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I just come from
The poorest part ♪

♪ Bright lights, city
life I gotta make it ♪

♪ This is where it goes down ♪

- ♪ Ohh, yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I just happen
To come up hard ♪

♪ Legal or illegal,
baby I gotta make it ♪

[mellow hip-hop music plays]

[music fades]

♪ Me and Joyner need
A couple hearses ♪

♪ Double homicide Kill
the beat and the verses ♪

♪ Everybody livin'
On the surface ♪

♪ But we came from
The underground ♪

- ♪ Yeah, we deserve it ♪
- Diana?

♪ Beef is when you murder
Motherfuckers on a beat... ♪

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.

♪ ♪

[music fades]

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.

[tense, dramatic music plays]

[Effie] 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.

[scoffs]

- That's fucked up.
- Yeah.

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

Are you serious?

What? Oh, you all nonchalant

like you knew about
this shit or something.

Uh, 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.

♪ Just a day livin' life ♪

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

- She probably already knows.
- ♪ Just another day ♪

[Cane] 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.

[ominous music plays]

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?

- [ominous music plays]
- 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.

[grunting]

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, huh?

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, [stammers] 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.

Oh, I'm a bitch, motherfucker?

Wait, no, no, no!

Dru, let's get the
fuck outta here.

[Monet groans]

[music intensifies]

Ma, you good?

Them motherfuckers
is gettin' away.

- [music softens slightly]
- [tires screech]

[music fades, ends]

- [phone rings nearby]
- [chatter]

- [Kamaal knocks]
- Detective, got a sec?

Oh. 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, uh... 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.

[grunts]

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.

[dark, tense music plays]

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.

[music ends]

[Diana] Dru?

Dru. Wake up, Dru.

- Dru, wake up!
- [grunts]

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?

[dramatic music plays]

["In Real Life" plays]

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.

♪ Yeah, now you livin'
large With 'em... ♪

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?
- [message sent notification]

Yeah?

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

Yeah, what about it?

[message received notification]

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.

[Janet] Hey, hey, hey!

Get the fuck outta
my way, Janet!

Uh-uh-uh. Listen to me!

You listen to me.

You need to get it together.

There is a Detective Carter
down there asking for you.

Fuck!

[tense, ominous music plays]

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

gettin' torched has
shit to do with me.

Well, I'll, uh,
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.
- Hm.

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

We don't have one.

- [dark, foreboding music plays]
- 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.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

[door opens]

[door closes]

- [music fades]
- [siren wails in distance]

Were you surprised
to receive my call?

Uh, not particularly, no.

[Noma chuckles]

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,
uh, 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.

- Hm. 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, uh, I do
appreciate the offer,

I already have an escort
in mind for the evening.

Lucky man.

["88 Buick" by Rough plays]

♪ Hey ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ How you talk about a
life That ain't real? ♪

♪ That ain't real ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ How you talk about a
life That ain't real? ♪

♪ How you tryin' to talk
With me if it ain't mills ♪

♪ Look, I make moves
I can't stay still ♪

♪ Never fell into
facades I remained real ♪

♪ When times get tough
I just pray through it ♪

♪ I see the results
'Cause I stayed to it... ♪

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.

[dramatic, somber music plays]

♪ ♪

- 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.

[door closes]

♪ ♪

[dramatic hip-hop
beat layers in]

[typing on phone keypad]

[message sent notification]

[message received notification]

[music fades]

[train screeching,
clacking nearby]

[train horn blows]

[Cane] 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.

[voice breaks] 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'...

[dark, dramatic music plays]

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.

[pulsing notes play]

[guttural, anguished scream]

[music softens]

[car door opens]

[door closes]

[engine starts]

[cell phone vibrating]

Yeah.

I need you at my
home in one hour.

I'm in the middle of something.

It's a demand. Not a request.

♪ ♪

[Cane sighs]

♪ All of the boys
They want me, so ♪

♪ That means I heard
it All before... ♪

[sniffs loudly]

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

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?

[stammers] 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.
- [laughs] 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.

[laughs uncomfortably]
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?

["Lock Me Down" by Titi
Lokei x Osinachi plays]

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. [sniffs]

♪ He wants to Lock
me down today ♪

["Lock Me Down" continues]

Excuse me. Uh, 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.

[dramatic music plays]

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.
- [cell phone vibrating]

♪ ♪

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.

[music fades]

[Monet sighs]

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.

- Oh, you think so?
- Oh, I know so.

[somber music plays]

You asked me before

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

Well, I'm here to tell
you, Monet... [laughs]

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.

Hm.

You don't even know
your own damn kids.

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

[music intensifies slowly]

What?

[Janet] Mm-hm.

- 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?

♪ ♪

[Janet sighs] Take
your medication.

- [music fades]
- [Diana gasps]

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.

[Salim sighs]

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.

[sighs] 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.

[gentle, solemn music plays]

Diana.

Tell me what's wrong.

[inhales sharply]

Salim...

[crying]

I did something that
I thought was right

but I actually fucked up.

[gasps] 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.

[whispers] Thank you.

[Salim] I got you.

Um... 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.

[Diana sighs]

[door opens]

- [door closes]
- [music fades]

[light jazz instrumentals play]

Your affinity for Gucci
and Fendi is noted.

But certain situations
require a man to...

as you say,

level up.

- Yeah, whatever.
- [cell phone vibrates]

[cell phone vibrates]

Oh, 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.

Hm. Unless you prefer a
sense of maternal security

to being your own man then...

Hm?

[vibration cuts off
as call is canceled]

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.

- [bright orchestral music plays]
- [crowd chatter]

[no audible dialogue]

[Noma] 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.

[light jazz music
plays at party]

[phone keypad buttons click]

[message sent notification]

[Noma] I'm confident you'll
prove yourself capable

of doing what needs to be done.

Like Obi did so many
times before you.

[crowd chatter]

- [bartender] Sir, for you?
- [Cane] Uh, scotch, straight.

- Appreciate it.
- Anything for you, sir?

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

[laughs]

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

- [laughs]
- Let me get a scotch too.

- [Kevin] Thank you.
- Cheers, gentlemen.

♪ ♪

Not bad.

But it ain't no Henny though.

[laughing]

- Lawrence.
- Uh, Kevin.

Ah, okay.

So what kinda business you into?

I know you're not a politician.

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

- exports.
- Ah. 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.

- Ah. You gunnin' for the seat.
- Hm.

- Fuck no.
- [laughs]

- 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.

Hm. 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.

[laughs]

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.
- [cell phone vibrates]

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

And that's where you...

[Adams] 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...

[soft jazz music plays at party]

[dark, ominous music
layers over party music]

[knocking on door]

[knocking continues]

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 woulda
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?

- [music intensifies]
- Fuck you.

[gunshot]

Why the fuck did
you have to do that?

Why, man? Fuck!

[phone rings]

[Diana] 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.

[soft, somber music plays]

[music fades]

[Monet sighs]

[soft, dramatic music plays]

["Street Lights" by B
Che x Oshinachi plays]

♪ Don't get caught up
In them street lights ♪

♪ Don't get caught up
In them street lights ♪

♪ Jumped off the
porch As a youth ♪

♪ Lookin' for the truth
Trouble's what I found ♪

♪ I was runnin' wild
Street lights on ♪

♪ The corner Was
callin' me... ♪

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?

- [sirens wailing in distance]
- [dog barking]

[knocking]

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.

[tense, ominous music plays]

Hey!

Get the fuck off my mom!

[gunshot]

- [music softens]
- [Dru whimpers]

Dru, baby, give me the gun.

♪ ♪

Come on, let's go.

Let's go.

[music darkens]

[whimpers, cries]

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?

[sniffles]

Now let's go.

Come on.

Let's go!

[music fades]

[Janet] Well, I'm
all packed and...

ready to take my ass
back to the A-T-L.

Monet?

You okay?

[soft, somber music plays]

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.

[door squeaks]

[crickets chirring]

[dramatic music plays]

Robbin' the family stash spot?

- [music intensifies]
- Oh, f...

Ain't nothin'
sacred to you, huh?

Almost forgot you had a
key to this motherfucker.

Fuck.

All this shit ends now.

[cell phone vibrates]

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!

[music further intensifies]

[music drops off suddenly,
fades to soft, tense music]

- 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.

[call ends]

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

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.

[grunting]

[music intensifies]

[Cane] You're done
at the penthouse.

Get your shit and
get the fuck out.

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

[pained moaning]

I may not be able to kill you...

but you fuckin' dead to me.

[groaning]

[music fades]

[tense, dramatic music plays]

[glass shattering]

[dishes clattering]

[music fades]

You look real relaxed for
a bitch that got a target

on the back of her
head right now.

Fuck.

[intense dramatic music plays]

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.

Oh, 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.

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?

Hm? 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.

♪ ♪

[music softens]

- [door slams]
- [sighs]

[softly] Mom.

I'm so sorry.

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

[crying]

[softly] I'm sorry.

♪ ♪

[music fades]

[Noma] 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.

[tense music plays]

I ain't your boy either.

I'm my own fuckin' man.

[music turns sultry]

[crowd chatter]

[man] Hey, man!

James! Wait up, dude!

["See You Win" performed
by No Lie plays]

♪ Whoa ♪

♪ Yeah, sittin' at the
top You so dramatic ♪

♪ Tell me if you Really
want the static ♪

♪ Headed to the top
I gotta grab it ♪

♪ One pace, always automatic ♪

♪ I could leave ya
dreams In a dream ♪

♪ I just need a
king For a queen ♪

♪ Move back, gimme six feet ♪

♪ Big dawg Never lose sleep ♪

♪ Countin' money While
you count sheep ♪

♪ Thousand-dollar
Loubs On my feet ♪

♪ Gang with me Call
the whole fleet ♪

♪ Type of thang to
make You take a seat ♪

♪ I been all alone
At the throne ♪

♪ Leave me lone
Leave me lone ♪

♪ Way I'm workin'
Need a clone ♪

♪ Bitch, you better
watch Your tone ♪

♪ Winning, winning
Winning, winning ♪

♪ Winning, love to see you ♪

♪ Winning, love to see you ♪

♪ Winning, love to see you ♪

♪ Winning, winning, winning ♪

♪ Winning, winning
Love to see you ♪

♪ Winning, love to see you ♪

♪ Winning, love to see you ♪

♪ Tommy comin' for the win ♪

♪ Move fast, drive faster ♪

♪ Hide the money
By the plaster ♪

♪ Rappers fakin' like actors ♪

♪ And you never been a factor ♪

♪ I can see you
Havin' mood swings ♪

♪ Two rings and I'm big now ♪

♪ Every day is like a movie ♪

♪ See the drip in my sweater ♪

♪ Do good, I do better ♪

♪ Lose now, I think never ♪

♪ Puttin' two and
two Together ♪

♪ Hot boy in any weather ♪

♪ Win, win like Khaled... ♪

[Brayden laughs with glee]

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'?

♪ See you win See you win ♪

[Brayden] The coke goes
through the t-shirt orders.

The shirt size determines
the gram amount

which goes inside the tags.

♪ See you win See you win ♪

[Brayden] 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.

[Brayden] 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.
- [laughs]

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.

♪ Prada, Louis, Gucci ♪

♪ Fendi bags and pearls ♪

♪ Diamonds of all colors ♪

♪ Trips around the world ♪

♪ Dolce & Gabbana ♪

♪ Balenciaga shoes ♪

[music mutes, distorts]
♪ Hermes and Versace ♪

♪ Yeah, that's my attitude ♪

♪ Prada, Louis, Gucci ♪

♪ Fendi bags and pearls ♪

♪ Diamonds of all colors ♪

- ♪ Trips around the world ♪
- I'll be right back.

♪ Dolce & Gabbana ♪

♪ Balenciaga shoes... ♪

Whatever she's
drinkin', I got it.

[Anya scoffs]

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?

["Upper Echelon" by T.I.
and Travis Scott plays]

I'm Anya.

Nice to meet you, Anya.

- [air horn blows]
- ♪ Pull out the zip ♪

- ♪ Pull out the roll ♪
- ♪ Roll out ♪

♪ We so high Upper echelon ♪

♪ Straight up ♪

♪ We so fuckin'
high Upper echelon ♪

♪ Damn! ♪

- ♪ La Flame ♪
- ♪ Straight up ♪

♪ Pull out the zip
Pull out the roll ♪

♪ We so high Upper echelon ♪

♪ Straight up ♪

♪ We so fuckin'
high Upper echelon ♪

♪ Damn! ♪

♪ Dozin' off them Xannies
Just popped a bandie ♪

♪ Wave rock like Atlantic
Froze like Atlantic ♪

♪ Party at the Sphinx Damn,
that's so outlandish ♪

♪ She gon' make it clap,
clap Throw them bands ♪

♪ Walkin' through the Waldorf
They know my name here ♪

♪ Dropped out Got
signed, got Mom house ♪

♪ All in the same year ♪

♪ Don't you come around
me Ain't got the time ♪

♪ We so fuckin'
high Upper echelon ♪

♪ Damn! ♪

- ♪ La Flame ♪
- ♪ Straight up ♪

[music fades, ends]

[dramatic musical flourish]

[triumphant musical flourish]