All language subtitles for POWER - S02 E09 - Se acabo el tiempo (1080p - BluRay)

Man: Previously on "Power"...

I already programmed the
information on his phone.

You'll be able to read
his text messages,

view his incoming
and outgoing call logs.

Angela: Carlton Hotel.

Angela told me her investigation
is actually not about Tommy.

- She wants Lobos.
- How long you been smashin' Tasha?

If anything, I'm using her for
information like you wanted.

- Tell me one real thing she told you.
- I know that Uncle G's going

to a big meeting tomorrow
afternoon at the Carlton Hotel.

Tommy trusts me. I'm
gonna surprise Ghost

at the Lobos meeting
tomorrow. Tell Lobos to his face,

Ghost and Tommy done
lost control of the organization.

Why a guy like you
needs my services.

- I feel like I can trust you.
- What makes you think that?

Angela: I just saw the distributor
going into the meeting with Lobos.

- ( Crashes )
- Agent: FBI! Get on the ground!

, Angie! I'm 90nna
get you Angela|.

Your uncle set me up. I want
you to right Ghost's wrong

for separating us
by taking him out.

- You in?
- I'm in.

♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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 it move a seven ♪

♪ Pure snow, bag
it, then watch it go ♪

♪ Occupational options,
get some blow or some hos ♪

♪ Shoot the bowl 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
62 on my count ♪

♪ I'm an 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" ♪

♪ They say this
is a big rich town ♪

♪ >a' Yeah a'

♪ I just come from
the poorest part ♪

♪ Bright lights, city
life, I gotta make it ♪

♪ This is where it goes round ♪

♪ >a' Yeah a'

♪ I just happen
to come up hard ♪

♪ Legal or illegal,
baby, I gotta make it. ♪

Female officer: Look up.

( Camera shutter clicks )

Turn to your left.

( Shutter clicks )

Female officer: You're
one ugly piece of shit.

- Look up.
- ( shutter clicks )

Stand on the yellow prints.

Look up. Turn to your left.

Officer: Lose the chain.

It wasn't a fuckin' question.

( Beeps )

♪ Let the beat
ride like that... ♪

Lift 'em up.

- Tongue. Up.
- ♪ I serve 'em up ♪

- ♪ Thunder in the dope raps... ♪
- Turn around.

♪ Boom a'

- ♪ Big 'lacs in the tall grass... ♪
- Bend over, squat, and cough.

♪ Real good price, buddy,
you should buy that ♪

♪ >4' Rock'. 4'

♪ Everybody get the fuck up! ♪

Egan.

♪ >4' Rock'. 4'

- ( gate bangs )
- ♪ Everybody get the fuck up! ♪

- Lights out.
- ♪ Rock! ♪

- ( Switch clicks )
- ( snorts )

Egan, on the gate.

( Shackles rattling )

- G...?
- What the fuck you lookin' at?

Nothin', brother. Be cool.

(voices overlapping )

- Who the fuck are you?
- An angel of mercy.

Now shut the fuck
up and sit down.

( Door closes )

( Door opens )

Bailiff: All rise.

The honorable Judge
Jennifer Lefevre.

Good morning. Be seated.

We're on the record.

"Case number 6796969.

DM 184, United States of
America vs. Thomas Patrick Egan."

This is a bail
hearing to determine

whether defendant Egan
should be released on bond.

Good morning, Your Honor.

Angela Valdes for the
United States of America.

With me is Assistant U.S.
Attorney Cooper Saxe.

Good morning, Your
Honor. Joseph Proctor,

- counsel for defendant Thomas Egan.
- Good morning, Mr. Proctor.

Does the government
wish to be heard first?

Defendant Egan's ties to
the community are loose.

He has an extensive criminal
record, financial resources,

and the intelligence to
make a good-faith escape.

We feel that Mr. Egan is
a danger to the community

and that there is a
significant risk of flight.

Defendant Egan should be
held without bail until his trial.

Mr. Proctor, does the defendant wish
to rebut the presumption at this time?

If I may, Your Honor,

despite Mr. Egan's past record,

his recent behavior
shows he has now become

an upstanding member of the
community as a business owner.

I assure you, Your Honor,
Thomas Egan is of no flight risk.

He wants to stand
and clear his name.

Having considered the
arguments of counsel,

the pre-trial services
report and recommendation,

the court finds that no
combination of conditions

can assure the defendant's
appearance for trial.

Therefore, bail is denied.

Defendant is remanded
to custody to await trial.

Trial date is set for
the 23rd at 9:00 a.m.,

courtroom 23, Judge
John D. Daniels.

- ( Raps )
- Nice work, Valdes.

You know I'm
handling the trial, right?

We'll see.

When do I get my
fuckin' phone call?

- ( Moaning )
- ( R&B music playing )

( laughs )

- See?
- Mm.

This is how I want things to be.

Me and you.

( Chuckles ) Me, too, Shawn.

I know you're still
married to Ghost, but...

if we really want this,
can't we make it happen?

- Maybe.
- ( phone ringing )

Oh. It could be the kids.

Hello?

Yes, I'll accept the charges.

Tommy?

Okay, okay. Slow
down. What happened?

Where the fuck is Ghost?

Mike: Gentlemen.

- Great work at the bail hearing.
- Thank you.

But Proctor seems
to be on his game.

With a case this big, gotta
make sure we're firm on all points.

Wanna box them in.

We have Egan in possession
of a large amount of cash

with intent to exchange those
funds with a known cartel leader,

who, by the way, was in possession
of numerous unlicensed firearms.

Tell me, how are they
gonna get out of that box?

How did you know they
were going to be there?

I had an unofficial tail put
on Egan a couple of days ago.

Set it up through Vice,
tracked him to the location.

I should've said
something, I know.

Can't say I like things
going on behind my back,

but we're here now.

I owe you a drink. My treat.

( Speaks Spanish )

You nervous?

Ready.

Egan's gonna get
what he deserves.

Hope so.

You know, I heard
what you said to Mike.

You and I both know
there wasn't a tail.

I know you grew up
with James St. Patrick,

but he's gonna have
to come forward.

Friends or not, he's gonna
have to make a statement,

testify against Egan.

And you're gonna have to explain

how you found the
location of the Lobos meet.

And if he's the answer,

you're gonna have
to bring him in to Mike.

( Knock on door)

Ghost: Hey.

(H6)!-

Angela: You changed your cell.

Why?

Well, because my
number has a tendency

to get into the wrong hands.

So you arrested Tommy?

Guess you were right
about him all along.

He was standing in a
hotel room with Felipe Lobos

when the agents walked in.

You got Lobos, too? Hmm.

So you don't need Tommy now.

You told me it wasn't
really Tommy you were after.

But Tommy was
arrested with Lobos

and guns and a lot of money.

Can you help him?

The only way out of this
for Tommy at this point

is to testify against Lobos.

Well, that's not gonna happen.
Tommy won't snitch on Lobos,

so there's gotta be
another way, Ange.

Baby, you're from the
same neighborhood.

It violates everything we
believe in to betray a friend.

You know that.

Hey, come here.

You gotta consider
what matters to you most.

You know, babe?

And then you can make a decision

that goes against
every rule you know.

But you better
consider carefully.

I'll think about what
I can do for him.

I know you will.

You try and clip a nigga like
Ghost, you gotta be precise.

On point, you hear me?

This ain't his first time at
the wrong end of the gun.

Put this on the gun tonight.

It goes in the front.

Look, before the actual
meeting and shit like that,

just hit me right quick, one-two.
Let me know we in motion, all right?

All right. And then what?

When you get in the car, you
do what you normally do... drive.

All right? You
want him to relax.

Don't talk, don't
bullshit, turn the radio on.

Play whatever the
fuck the nigga like.

You got tints on
that truck, right?

Yeah. No one can see inside.

Look, there's an
alley in the West 20s.

It's about a couple
minutes away from his club.

It ends in a garage, dead
end. Nobody'll be back there.

You get to the alley,
simple and plain...

You turn around
and you shoot him.

- In broad daylight?
- ( scoffs )

Kanan: You just said
the truck got tints on it.

Ain't nobody gonna
see the muzzle flash.

- Right.
- After you do it,

you got a short ride
over to this warehouse.

It's not too far
from here, all right?

Give him the address.

- We'll take it from there.
- Dre: Once you shoot him,

he's gonna be suckin'
wind and shit tr yin' to get air.

Eyes glazed, mouth
like a fuckin' fish.

Can you handle that?

Yeah, I can handle it.

It's gonna be a long
car ride with a dead body

from Manhattan to Queens,
man. Don't get pulled over.

Don't trip and miss a
stoplight, motherfucker.

I won't.

Kanan: You sure about this?

If you don't want to
do it, let me know now.

I'm In.

- I said I'm in, I meant it.
- All right.

I guess that dick
ain't what it used to be.

- Tash, what the fuck?
- She beat you.

I told you to keep fucking
her to control her mind

- and she beat you anyway.
- Lower your voice.

Tommy's in fucking jail.
We're about to lose everything

because Angela
was smarter than you.

Slow down. Got the
whole thing under control.

- You got the whole thing under control?
- Yes.

Is this the plan
you told me about?

You left out the part where
Tommy's in jail and you're not.

This is just like Kanan
all over again, huh?

I'm not doing this shit here.

Except you didn't
want to tell me

because you knew that I
wouldn't help you sell Tommy out.

This why I saved the Fed bitch's
life? So she could arrest Tommy?

- It's not like that at all, T, okay?
- ( scoffs )

I would never do Tommy that way.

Yeah, you know what?
The old Ghost wouldn't.

But you know what? I don't know
you. You are not the man I married,

- not by a long shot.
- I haven't changed.

I'm taking care of Tommy
and it's all gonna work out.

If something happens
to him on the inside,

or if... if he gets convicted...

It's not going to happen!

- Mm.
- I fuckin' said I got it.

You're playing with fire, Ghost.

You just better make sure
we don't all get burned.

Egan.

You fucked up my bail hearing.

Come on, even I
couldn't win that one.

You were caught red-handed.

Who's paying for you?

- Where is he?
- He sends his regards.

Well, why the fuck
ain't he in here with me?

- He was running late.
- ( snorts )

But the time he got there, the
Feds had surrounded the building.

But he wants you outta
here. That's why he hired me.

So he just happened
to be running late

the same day his
fucking girlfriend

magically knows the location
of our meetup with Lobos?

- Girlfriend?
- Oh, shit. He ain't tell you?

That bitch who
beat you in court,

he's been fuckin'
her for months.

How do I know that you
aren't here to keep me inside

while the two of them try
to pin everything on me?

Okay, look. If you don't
trust me, I'm happy to go.

You can get a federal
public defender...

Some asshole who's
handling 30 cases at once...

Or you can stick with me.

I'm in the Tommy Egan business.

I'm expensive as fuck,

and your boy's paying full
freight to make sure you walk.

So which is it? Should I go?

It's your call.

Going once... going twice...

Sit the fuck down, Counselor.

Proctor: Told him
what you wanted.

- Good. How's he doin'?
- ( elevator bell rings )

He asked about you.
He sounds suspicious.

Ghost: When you told him
what happened, what did he say?

He said you were
fucking the prosecutor...?

It's not a conflict of interest.
It's a benefit, trust me.

She can help us from the inside.

You just better know
what you're doing.

Ghost: Just call me the moment
the prosecution's evidence arrives,

okay, Proctor?

Look, I've been doing this a long
time. Egan's the paranoid type.

You sure you just don't want
me to tell him everything?

No. You make sure he doesn't say a
fucking word about Lobos to anyone.

Got you.

( Sighs )

Get off that phone. I need
your undivided attention.

Hamilton contracts came in.

They want to roll out their
next line of watches right here.

Kantos: Whoo.

You talkin' later in
the spring or summer?

We're talking Saturday.
How about that?

Nah, we can't pull
that off. No way.

Overhead, not to mention
acquiring all necessary permits,

police, security personnel.

Permits, police, security, all
taken care of... the whole shebang.

- Really?
- Yeah.

If we do this right, we'll pull in
the biggest haul since we started.

You might hit your mark.

No might about it.

Ahem.

- What's that?
- Oh, I gotta get all these records

shipped over to Stern
Headquarters uptown.

I send them at the
end of the week.

Everything has to
be accounted for.

I hear that.

( Groans ) I hate
fuckin' paperwork.

It's the most annoying
part of any case.

It's a million copies for
a million different people.

Yeah, but you get it wrong,
and it blows everything up.

- You throwing him in?
- Rolla? Hold off.

We were never able to confirm
enough to establish a link.

Never connected
Egan all the way.

- Don't want to be presumptive.
- Good point.

Did you talk to Mike
about James St. Patrick?

I will after we
complete the transfer.

If everyone can take a
moment, we have a guest.

Oh, it's great to see
you, sir. Looking slim.

( Chuckles ) Mike
was telling me you guys

are in the middle of
producing discovery.

Yes, sir. The
defense for all parties

should be in possession of our
evidence by the end of the day.

That's good to hear.
And I understand

it was you who
helped find Lobos.

Yes. Yes, sir.

Well, that's good work,
Valdes. Real good work.

Reflective of our training.

Look, everyone take note.
We need more initiative like this.

Ahem.

Look, Justice wants to ensure
the conviction of Felipe Lobos.

And in order to
gain that assurance,

we're willing to be lenient with
the distributor's involvement

if he were to cooperate.

You talking about
offering Egan a deal?

Collins: Egan's a small
fish. Justice wants Lobos.

So let's make sure
we finish the job.

Get Egan to sing.

All right, well,
that's everything.

All the bank statements,
everything you had sent to my house.

What are you gonna do
with $200,000, Tasha?

That's like your shoe
budget for a week.

I don't know, Keisha, okay?
I'm trying to figure it out right now.

What's goin' on, Tasha? I
ain't never seen you like this,

and I know you're not
being straight with me.

Let's just say...

Ghost is in way too
deep with Angela.

- Oh, that bitch.
- Yeah, that bitch.

And I gotta protect
myself and the kids.

( Sighs )

Look, I may need
to go away, Keisha.

Not tell anybody where
I'm going, not even you.

You hidin' money from Ghost and
now you wanna hide his kids, too?

If he finds out
what you up to, girl,

I don't know what
he would do to...

He's not gonna find out, okay?

I'll be long gone before
he suspects a thing.

I know you're strong, Tasha.

And I'm not just saying
this 'cause I'd miss you.

But do you really
have to go off and start

a whole 'nother
life by yourself?

Can't you find another way?

- ( Thumps )
- Ruiz: Where's he at?

- Dre: Heads up.
- Ruiz: Finally.

Kanan: Not planning
on staying long?

I agreed to hold off on killing Ghost
and take part in your plan, Kanan,

'cause you assured me that
you would be able to use Tommy

to align yourself with Lobos.

However, both Tommy
and Lobos were arrested

and we are no
closer to meeting him.

Explain to me why I do not rid
myself of all of this and go my own way.

Vladimir's got a point, Kanan.

We're all in the same boat.

That last distro I
received is running low.

We need something new or we're
gonna be forced to look at other options.

So what's your plan?

No need to do anything.
Ghost'll be dead by tomorrow.

( Distant dog barking )

After Ghost is dead,

we can discuss
business moving forward.

Ghost being dead is
something we all want.

But how does that get
us closer to our objective

with Tommy and Lobos in jail?

Motherfuckers like Lobos
been arrested before.

He not gonna stop
dealing, not now.

Nothing has to change.

After I kill Ghost,
move him out the way,

he'll have no choice
but to come to me.

I hope for your sake
it plays out as you see.

( Elevator bell rings )

Tasha: Shawn?

Hey. What'd you
want to talk about?

Come here.

( Exhales )

This shit with Tommy.

Ghost says he
has it under control,

but I really don't
know that he does.

I think Tommy could
go to jail for good.

Seems like Ghost is willing
to take the fucking risk.

- I could see Ghost making that call.
- I don't know him anymore.

I don't know if I'm next, Shawn.

I don't know how far he'll go,

and I need to protect
the people I care about,

and I can't do that here.

I'm gonna leave
town with the kids.

- Where would you go?
- I don't know, honestly.

But far away. Far away
from here, from Ghost.

But I don't want to go alone.

I want you to come
with us, with me.

This is all I ever wanted.

And I'm gonna make you happy.

You and the kids.

I just need a couple days.

I can wait.

All right, look, as my
associates continue

to review the
evidence you delivered,

this witch hunt remains
unsubstantiated.

My client tells me he stumbled
into the wrong hotel room.

It's a simple case of
wrong place, wrong time.

If he had any information
regarding Mr. Lobos,

he would be happy to cooperate.

Yeah, there were a lot
of Mexicans in that room.

Which one was he?

Mike: Mr. Egan, you're looking
at going away for a very long time.

So what I can offer
you begins and ends

with what you can offer me.

( Sighs )

If you want this Lobos guy,

I can't do nothin' for you.

Tommy: Can I go
back to my cell now?

Angela: Threats
aren't gonna break him.

Everyone's got a soft spot.
Greg, come with me. I got an idea.

( Door opens )

( Hatch closes )

( Phone buzzes )

Hey. Uncle G's on his way out.

Kanan: "Uncle G"?

You need to get this shit out
of your mind right now, boy.

He ain't your uncle no more.
Motherfucker never was.

He just another nigga standing
in front of the life you want.

Yeah.

Yeah, you're right. I'm good.

Kanan: All right, stick to the
script. Holla at me when it's done.

| 90f you.

- What's up, Uncle G?
- What's up, Shawn?

( Phone buzzes )

- ( Sighs ) "( door opens )"

Midtown. Meeting's
in 30 minutes.

Absolutely.

Kanan's voice: When
you get in the car,

you do what you
normally do... drive.

All right? You
want him to relax.

Don't talk, don't bullshit.
Turn the radio on.

Play whatever the
fuck the nigga like.

- ( Hip hop music playing )
- No music. I'm expecting a call.

- ( Radio off)
- Uh, sure thing.

Kanan's voice: You get to
the alley, simple and plain...

You turn around
and you shoot him.

( Turn signal clicking )

Kanan's voice: Your
uncle set me up,

sent me to jail.

All those years I was gone,

Ghost robbed us of that time.

- Man: Hey, where you goin'?
- ( thumping )

- Road's closed.
- Ghost: Everything okay, Officer?

Water main burst about an
hour ago. Where you headed?

- What?
- I can give you an alternate route.

Um, midtown.

Okay, a little
off-target, but okay.

Take a left. Left on 8th.
It'll get you right over there.

- Go ahead.
- Thank you.

Remind me to talk later.
I've been thinking about it.

Maybe you're right about that
promotion you asked about.

Oh, yeah. Great, Uncle G.

(whirring )

- ( Beeps )
- Tsk.

( Sighs )

Shouldn't never let a
boy do a man's job, man.

What you wanna do now?

Plan B, motherfucker.

How much longer we
gotta be in here for?

We're gonna be here a
while, so get comfortable.

(Yawns )

Egan, got something to show you.

You got a visitor.

You motherfuckers. What
the fuck is my mom doin' here?

Well, you're staring at a
lengthy sentence, Mr. Egan.

And I'm sure the funds you give her
aren't all included in your tax return.

And once you're in prison
with all your assets frozen,

how will Mommy make
her house payments?

- ( Chuckles )
- Medical bills, insurance...

- I mean, that stuff is expensive.
- Mm.

And I'm sure she
needs her... "medicine."

Let's leave his
mother outta this.

She can keep her life the
way it is, Mr. Egan, if you talk.

Stay calm, ma'am.

- Tommy. Oh, honey.
- What the fuck you doing here?

Sweetheart.

These Feds show up at my
door and tell me you're locked up.

- What the hell is happening?
- An obvious manipulation.

Whoa, whoa. The woman
wanted to see her son.

- It's still America.
- Right.

Get the fuck outta
here. Go home.

Look, whatever
they think you did,

you gotta tell them
what they wanna know.

Okay, all right. My client would like
a moment alone with his mother, so...

- Greg: Oh.
- Yeah.

- ( Chuckles )
- Greg: Of course.

Tommy.

Be good.

She looks even more coked-up now

than she did when
we were in high school.

Oh, yeah. Yeah,
she was definitely

"chewing the invisible sandwich"
all the way over from Babylon.

Angela: With a woman like that
for a mother, he never had a chance.

Saxe: Yeah, every
criminal has a sob story.

Don't get soft on
us now, Angela.

We're gonna nail
this sucker to the wall.

Honey, they said they're
gonna take the house.

Everything you gave me,
they're gonna take it all.

They're just saying that
shit to fuck with your head.

No, they meant it. They're
gonna take everything.

- They can do that, can't they?
- Yes, they can, if they determine

you bought the house with
money from illegal proceeds.

- Oh, so I'm totally fucked, then!
- Oh, Ma, would you shut...

( Silent )

- ( loudspeaker switch clicks )
- Oops.

- That's illegal.
- What? It was an honest mistake, Greg.

Mike: Two seconds.

Just to see if we're
making some headway.

Kate: Even if it means I lose
every goddamn thing I own?

God, you never loved
me. You monster.

You'd throw your own mother over

for some asshole
you barely know.

If it means saving both
our lives, yeah, I fuckin' will!

Would you shut the fuck up
and listen to me for a second?

- I hate the way you...
- Shut up.

Shut the fuck up,
you fuckin' ditzy bitch.

If you don't know nothin'
about me, you should know this.

I ain't never gonna
be no fuckin' snitch.

Not for you, not for nobody.

You fucking pig.
You're an asshole!

Proctor: Let's go take a
break, calm down a little bit,

- get some water...
- ( switch clicks )

We don't need his
testimony to convict Lobos.

Yeah, but it would've been nice.

Mike: Too bad, Tommy Egan.

Enjoy being in prison
for the rest of your life.

( Knock on door)

- Ghost: Hey, come in.
- You were right about Tommy.

He won't break.

You talked to him?

No, my boss did,
my... my colleagues.

They tried everything.

I didn't want you to get him to
testify against this Lobos guy.

I told you that
wasn't gonna work.

Angie, you gotta... You
gotta figure out another way.

I can try talking to his
lawyer about a deal,

a confession, or
shorter sentence,

but I'm not sure
my boss will sign off.

And the truth is...

I don't think he deserves it.

He was in that room with Lobos,

and he is a major drug dealer.

And sometimes people
deserve to pay the price.

I think you want me
to protect someone

who legally, morally,

fundamentally doesn't
deserve protection.

( Sighs )

I think we should stop
talking about this tonight.

We can't play this game forever.

This is the only thing
I can think about.

Hey. The only thing?

- Why, Jamie?
- Angie, stop.

- I need to know why.
- Please, stop.

I can't.

I need to ask you.
I need to know.

( Sighs )

Why ask a question when
you don't want the answer?

( Faint siren wailing )

Tommy's gonna go to
prison eventually, Jamie.

There's consequences
to our actions, Angie.

For all of us.

We're running out
of time, aren't we?

I hope not.

But that's up to you.

( Door opens, closes )

Proctor? Yeah.

We need to talk.

- ( Gate buzzes )
- ( door opens )

(keys jingle)

Egan, on the gate.

No sunbathing for me
today. Maybe tomorrow.

Guard: Let's go.

( Inmate muttering )

Tommy: Where the hell we goin'?

Hey, motherfucker, I said,
where the hell we goin'?

Just keep moving.

Have a seat, Tommy.

You gonna take off these cuffs?

No.

I ain't see no cameras in here.

No mics. And I
don't see my lawyer.

Nope, just you and me in here.

So no reason not to talk.

- I want to help you.
- Help me? That's funny.

( laughs ) That's
fuckin' hilarious.

You hate my guts.
You always have.

Jamie asked me to help
you. That's why we're in here.

So you are workin'
together. I fuckin' knew it.

No, I want you to go to
prison for the rest of your life.

He doesn't.

But he doesn't get that
the only way I can help you

is if you testify against Lobos.

If it's reprisal, revenge
you're worried about,

I can get you
witness protection.

I can even relocate your mother.

The government doesn't
want you. They want Lobos.

Maybe I can get your
sentence down to 15 years.

- 15 years, you...
- ( bangs table )

Bitch!

Your pussy must be
made out of poison.

It's like the acid
ate his fucking brain.

You ruined him first,
you fuckin' asshole.

You want me to snitch so bad.

I ain't gonna give you Lobos,

but I can think of someone
else I can give you instead.

Huh? Nah?

You don't want that, do you?

That don't work with
you and Jamie's little plan.

Tommy, Jamie and
I don't have a plan.

Sure. That's what
I'll tell the judge.

He paid for my lawyer, you know.

He wants me to trust
that guy to save me.

But maybe I should
fuckin' save myself.

Jamie wouldn't hurt you.

Are you so sure
about that, Angie?

Are you sure you
know him that well?

- ( Pounds on door)
- ( door opens)

Sorry, Miss Valdes.
His lawyer's here.

(voices murmuring )

Proctor, I need to talk to you.

I want to tell the
judge something.

- No. No, no, no. Not now.
- It's about the...

Just keep your mouth shut.

Trust me, don't
say a word, okay?

Defense counsel
has filed a motion

to dismiss the complaint against
the defendant, Thomas Patrick Egan.

This better be
good, Mr. Proctor.

Your Honor, the defense
would like to ask the court

to suppress the government's
identification of my client

as the New York distributor for
defendant Lobos' alleged drug network

and any related
testimony or evidence.

We submit that the partial sketch
attributed to witness statements

from Nomar Arcielo and
described in the affidavit

as the primary evidence
used to identify Mr. Egan

was not, in fact, the
sketch used in said ID.

Judge Lefevre: What am
I looking at, Counselor?

Proctor: We believe that
the identification for Mr. Egan

was achieved through a facial
recognition match of this sketch

completed by Isabel Ruiz,

the 14-year-old
daughter of Carlos Ruiz,

head of the Soldado Nation.

A sketch obtained
from a 14-year-old

in, no doubt, an
environment of duress

and undue influence
from an overzealous AUSA.

That's why they left
it out of evidence.

It is your belief that
the completed sketch

was withheld in order
to deceive the court?

That's a very serious
charge, Mr. Proctor.

Your Honor, the partial
sketch was sufficient

to identify the defendant

and properly presented in
the affidavit on that basis.

We don't recognize
this completed sketch,

but I'm sure its lack of
inclusion in discovery

was a simple clerical error.

Excuse my tone, Your Honor,

but that would be a pretty
convenient clerical error.

- I agree.
- ( gallery murmuring)

The government's
exclusion of the full sketch

and the likelihood that it
and not the partial sketch

led to the ID of Mr. Egan
as your suspect...

( Scoffs ) it's hard to ignore.

Your Honor, putting aside the
issue of the sketch for a moment,

the plain fact is defendant Egan
was still arrested in that hotel room

with Felipe Lobos in plain
violation of numerous federal laws.

Even so, Your Honor,
if the sketch is dirty,

then every subsequent
piece of evidence,

every government
action against Mr. Egan,

including the tail leading to
his arrest in said hotel room

is fruit of the same
poisonous tree.

( Voices whispering )

I hereby exclude the
government's identification

of Thomas Patrick
Egan. The ID is out.

And without a solid ID, the
government lacks probable cause

and the court finds it proper
to dismiss the complaint.

Your Honor, in the
interest of justice...

We request you dismiss
with prejudice, Your Honor.

Prosecutorial malfeasance of
this kind deserves sanctions,

and my client should
be able to walk away free

knowing the government
cannot retaliate.

I agree.

The complaint is hereby
dismissed with prejudice.

Someone on your staff needs a
disciplinary hearing, Miss Valdes.

Mr. Egan, you're free to go.

Marshals, escort him back to MCC

for processing
out of the system.

- ( Gavel raps )
- Thank you, Your Honor.

( Door opens )

How could you do
this to me, Jamie?

I could lose my fucking job!

You didn't think I was gonna
let Tommy rot in prison, did you?

Yeah, all that crap about
getting me to help him?

That was all bullshit
to keep me distracted

so I'd never see this coming.

No, Angela. It wasn't bullshit.

If you had figured
out a way to help him,

I wouldn't have
had to do this at all.

You'll do anything, won't you?

Say anything to
get what you want.

Won't you?

Come on, we're
just alike, Angela.

Don't get all new on me
like you been playin' fair.

You stole that sketch
from my apartment.

And you cloned my phone
and followed me to the hotel.

If I was in that room with
Tommy, I'd be in custody right now.

You knew I was following you.
I played right into your hands.

And I gave you
Lobos for your troubles!

But you can't have Tommy.

We've both been
playing dirty, Angie.

You're just mad you lost.

And I'm gonna get my
club back from Stern,

and then everything we wanted
since we were in high school

is there for us to take.

You said all along
that what you wanted

was a life with me.

I wanted a life with Jamie.

This, you... you're
not Jamie anymore.

Time's up.

Say it to my face.

Say it to my face so that I can
never deny it to myself again.

Are you Ghost?

If I were Ghost, would
I answer that question?

Why does it matter?

Huh? There's
nothing stoppin' us.

Nothing anymore, baby.
Not Tasha, not the case.

Everything that's in the
past can stay in the past.

Stop playing games. It's over.

No, that's the lawyer
talking. What do you want?

I know you want me.
I know you want us.

I've been this guy all along.

If you love me, this
is who you loved.

I loved you because I
thought you were different.

Special. I thought
you were like me,

trying to find a way out
from where you came from.

This... this club,

this dream, that's what I loved.

That hasn't changed.
It's still there.

Bullshit.

It's all smoke and mirrors.

Remember what you said to me?

You sell people a fantasy.

That's all that
you are, a fantasy.

Fuck you, Ghost.

( Door opens, closes )

(voices overlapping )

( Sobbing )

( Shutter clicking )

- ( Music playing )
- ♪ I love it when ya fire it up ♪

♪ I'm here ♪

♪ It's about to get a
little hot and heavy ♪

♪ You takin' all the control ♪

♪ Tonight, if I let go ♪

♪ I'll erupt just
like a volcano ♪

♪ Oh, you make
my body explode... ♪

Ghost: The good
people of Hamilton.

Glad you could
make it. You look nice.

- Woman: Hi, how are you?
- Thank you for coming.

- Man: Thank you so much for having us.
- Thank you, man.

- You like that?
- Man #2: Great timepiece.

- Y'all be good.
- Man #3: Good guy.

( Chatter continues )

Dominque, make sure you
take care of Hamilton. Thank you.

- Bartender: What's up, boss?
- You got it. How we lookin'?

Killin' it, man. But we're
running out of the good stuff.

- Just gonna run in back and grab more.
- Nah, I'll take care of it.

You keep slingin'. Make
these people happy.

- All right.
- Be back in a minute.

( Sighs )

( Humming )

- ( Gun hammer clicks)
- Don't move.

Drop the keys.

(keys clink)

You picked a hell of
a night for this, Shawn.

I would ask why, but I got
a feeling I already know.

- Kanan.
- Shut up.

What's the plan
here, Shawn? Huh?

I know you ain't got
a change of clothes.

And what they don't
show you in the movies

is that when you shoot somebody
this close, there's blowback.

You shoot me, blood
spatters all over your shirt,

you run outta here,
people will notice.

Shut up.

You ain't gonna talk
your way outta this, Ghost.

You ain't gonna
talk me out of it.

My dad told me that
you sent him to jail.

That you set him up.

I ain't gonna lie
to you. It's true.

Back then, I had big plans.

Big plans that
Kanan couldn't see.

So it was either set him up
for him to go away or it was...

Or it was me killing him.

I wasn't gonna kill him.

When my pops died, your
dad was there for me, man.

I looked up to Kanan.
Hell, I needed him.

At one point in my life, I
loved your pops very much.

Love? What do you
know about love, hmm?

You loved my dad,
but you sent him up.

You love Tasha, but
you been cheating on her

for fuckin' I don't
know how long.

She deserves better than you.

- She deserves...
- She deserves what?

- What, Shawn, you?
- Yeah, me!

Fucker.

While you was out
fuckin' around with Angela,

I had Tasha's back.

I held it down when
you forgot all about her.

You know, you keep ea yin'
that we just alike, but we're not.

When I say something, I mean it.

When I say I'm gonna do
something, I fuckin' do it.

Yeah, you right.

Everything you
fuckin' said is right.

Ghost: You are not like me.

You ain't built for this.

I always known it. I
think you have as well.

But what Kanan's
asking you to do, Shawn...

no real father...

should ever ask of their son.

Kanan and I chose our path.

By puttin' that
gun in your hand,

he's trying to
choose yours for you.

- But I could get it back, though.
- You shut up.

- Drop the gun.
- I said shut up!

I got the fuckin' gun now.

Now I got it, bitch.

Now I fuckin'
got it, fuck nigga.

- I deserve this.
- Yeah, you fuckin' deserve it.

Not just for trying
to kill me, Shawn,

but for whatever it is you
got goin' on with my wife.

(coughing )

That's why you gotta go.

You're not cut out for this.

I want you to leave.

Not just Truth. I want
you to leave New York.

Get up.

Go be a better man than Kanan,

not the man he's
trying to turn you into.

Go.

- Uncle G, I'm...
- Go!

( Door opens, closes )

( Door opens )

Greg, please, you can
yell at me tomorrow.

No, we're gonna do this now.

I just... I think I
finally figured it all out.

What are you talking about?

I've been... I've been
watching Egan, right?

And Lobos wouldn't trust that guy
to run an organization this complex.

But you know who I would trust?

I think James St.
Patrick is Ghost...

and I think you have been working
with him to protect Tommy Egan.

Why would you think that?

I saw you together outside
your apartment a few weeks ago.

Hold on.

And you saw him
at his club tonight.

- You've been following me.
- Yes. Oh, absolutely, Angela.

And it's a good
thing that I have,

because now, finally, I
can get to the truth of it all.

And it's... it's... It
all makes sense.

The tip that you got from St.
Patrick about the Lobos meet,

that's all part of the plan.

We put all of our
attention on arresting Egan

while you and Jamie work
with Proctor to get him out.

Who else would have known
about the sketch, Angela?

I don't... it's up to Collins

as to what else happens
to you from here on out.

God damn it, Angela.

You're right.

But not about me.

I went by his club tonight
and confronted him.

He didn't deny being involved.

I've been looking into
James for some time now.

I kept it to myself
because I didn't want you

out on a limb backing
me if all this was bullshit.

- And the tip?
- Part of his plan.

I thought he was a good man.

But I was wrong.

He played me just like you said.

And that's why you were
crying when you left the club?

I'm an idiot.

I thought he and I were...

ff tends.

All right, I can get this information
to Mike and Collins tonight.

We can get St. Patrick
before he moves on

and we can have him
testify against Lobos

if we got him dead
to rights, yeah?

- Right.
- Right?

Good.

But I'm not sure we
have enough for a warrant.

I mean, enough for it to stick.

Maybe hindering
prosecution, maybe,

but not enough for the drug charges.
Not enough to prove that he's Ghost.

I think we should build a
case against him tonight.

Sit down together,
see what we have.

- Go to Mike tomorrow.
- Okay.

Okay, Angela.
Yeah, let's do that.

Ahem. Tomorrow
morning. Together.

All right. Tell me everything
you've got on James St. Patrick.

We're gonna take him down.

( Gate clangs )

You look like a movie
star. Get the fuck in the car.

It's good to have
you back, brother.

You came through for me.

Of course I did. Get
the fuck out of here.

You didn't doubt me, did you?

Well, to be honest, you had your
boy worried there for a minute.

I was getting it from all
angles the whole time.

- Feds can be persuasive.
- Yeah, but you held it down, Tommy.

Of fucking course.
You should have seen

that bitch Angela's face
when the case got tossed.

( laughs ) It was
fucking priceless.

- ( laughs )
- So what do we do now?

- We got to get back to work.
- Yeah, but let's save it for tomorrow.

For now, how about we
get you some decent food?

- Oh, hell, yeah.
- You down with that?

My man.

Mm-mmm!

♪ Fight each battle ♪

♪ Until we win this war ♪

♪ Nobody gonna stop us ♪

- ♪ Till we get there... ♪
- Kantos: What the fuck?

- ♪ Yeah ♪
- ♪ It's ours ♪

- ♪ Take 'em down ♪
- ♪ It's ours ♪

- ♪ It's ours, it's ours, it's ours ♪
- ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Ours, ours, ours... ♪

♪ Yeah, look ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm from the
home where them boys... ♪

Dre, I got our plan B.

We gonna catch Ghost
tonight coming out that club.

Drive by there and spray
that motherfucker like it's 1992.

I don't give a
fuck who out there.

Meet me in a hour.

( Door opens )

- Where you coming from?
- Truth.

I went there tonight to
finish the job on Ghost.

Make you proud of me.

Take this back now.

I can tell from your clean,
pretty suit you failed me again.

Yeah, well, I didn't want
to disappoint you, Dad.

It turns out, the only
person disappointed was me.

- Is it true?
- Is what true?

Have you been using me this
whole time to get revenge on Ghost?

( laughs )

That slick motherfucker, man.

He flipped you.

You right, Shawn. You got me.

Whatever he
said, it's the truth.

- Now you know.
- Now I know.

You're right, I know.

I know you a piece of shit.

I know Ghost was
right to put you in jail

'cause that's where you belong.

You're not my father.

You never have been.

You're just a bitter old thug.

Ain't nothing more
for you but the streets.

Where you going, kid?

I'm taking Tasha and the kids
and I'm getting the fuck out of here.

( Groans )

( Gasps )

I knew you couldn't kill
Ghost 'cause you're weak.

- Dad!
- And if Ghost wasn't so weak,

he would have killed
you his motherfucking self.

Dad!

You stupid little nigga.
Look, you done fucked up.

Now you done made me fuck up.

Get the fucking
phone out your hand.

Who you trying to call?
You trying to call 911?

- You a rat?
- ( gasps)

Who you trying to call?
Trying to call Mommy?

Hmm? You wanna call Uncle G?

Go on, call him. That's
the only way it go, right?

Nigga never there
when you need him.

(groaning )

But you right about one thing.

I ain't your
motherfucking daddy.

You don't deserve to be my son.

( Casing clatters )

Dre... there's been
a change of plans.

♪ When my heart
aches, I'm drowning ♪

♪ Pain won't go away ♪

♪ And in my cups
brown fills my brain ♪

♪ Won't go away ♪

♪ These five yellow
girls all on parade ♪

♪ Asphyxiate ♪

♪ Still stuck in a cage
trying to ply my trade ♪

♪ Won't go away ♪

♪ And I'm afraid ♪

♪ Your love will blow me away ♪

♪ Am I done? ♪

♪ All 'cause I numb the pain ♪

♪ Am I just another runaway? ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ When shadows
creep across my floor ♪

♪ Won't go away ♪

♪ You've had enough,
but still want more ♪

♪ Won't go away ♪

♪ My engine gunning
thunderbirds ♪

♪ Asphalt wanna race ♪

♪ Still trapped in a box
trying to clear my name ♪

♪ Won't go away. ♪