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Previously on "Power"...

Ghost ain't here. He don't exist!

I'm number one now. I'm gonna get you the best product at the best price.

Cooper: Lobos was stabbed in custody.

And everything we ever wanted can happen now.

- What's our new hustle? - The club is the new hustle.

Shipment was light. The other primeras might get pissed.

Can you think of a reason why Lobos wouldn't send the full amount?

We have to make it look like you're dead.

If your money's moving, it means you're alive to move it.

- Felipe Lobos is alive. - What?

He survived the attack in prison.

Tommy, we need to talk, man.

Tomas, did you forget our deal?

Ghost needs to be dead soon.

- Otherwise... - Holly?

Your little family, they won't be safe.

♪ 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, they moving 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 'head and pump a pack ♪

♪ This my regal, royal flow, my James Bond bounce ♪

♪ That 007, that's 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 ya ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Yeah, I just come from the poorest part ♪

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

♪ This is where it goes down ♪

- ♪ Oh, yeah ♪ - ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I just happen to come up hard ♪

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

(music playing)

♪ Stop and all along ♪

♪ I've been behind you ♪

♪ All along, stop ♪

♪ And all along ♪

♪ I've been behind you ♪

Baby.

♪ I need to get some distance ♪

♪ 'Cause lately I have found ♪

♪ Like I know how to save your life ♪

♪ Far too well ♪

♪ Don't know if you noticed ♪

♪ But you hangin' right off the edge ♪

What is so important that we couldn't discuss on the phone?

I need you to get a message to our friend Lobos.

Word on the street is Lobos died from gettin' stabbed in the slammer.

I heard he got stabbed.

I didn't hear he actually kicked, though.

Mmm, you looking for confirmation?

I'm looking for a location. Have a seat.

- You want a drink? - No, I'm good.

I need to know where he is.

I know you got connections, Proctor,

and I know you can use those connections to get me what I need.

Yes, I can...

but the question is whether I should.

See, you asking means you already know more than I do.

You're not exposed right now.

Keep it that way.

Yeah, but when this is all over, I'm done for good.

I no longer need you.

I just got to make sure it's over.

You know, it's too bad you can't ask your ex-girlfriend, the prosecutor,

'cause she would know where to find him.

Actually, Angela and I are still together.

Oh, man.

You got to teach me whatever it is you know about women,

because she should hate your breathing guts by now.

And she would if I keep going to her for information.

That's why I need you.

I think we could actually be successful with this John Doe prosecution of Lobos

even without a witness against him,

but there's no way we can do it without bringing in the files

- from Texas and California. - I don't know, Angela.

Involving the other states could open us up to forum shopping for Kessler.

He could request a change of venue.

We make the argument that he was arrested here.

We have the strongest case.

I want to review the files from the other jurisdictions and talk to their agents.

Why don't I get those files for you?

The request can be filled faster if I make it,

- especially by my former office. - Great.

(door opens, closes)

- Saxe, what's up? - Was that, uh, Angela?

What did she want that she had to come to you on the sly,

she couldn't share with the group, huh?

Why are you here?

You don't seem to be sharing with the group.

(scoffs) I had an idea.

We told Judge Cross that we would solve the attempt on Lobos's life.

Maybe we should.

Yeah, I said that, but there's nothing to solve.

We know it was the Jimenez.

The identity of the hitter doesn't really matter

since he's clearly already incarcerated.

But if we prove it was the Jimenez,

we can potentially add that murder to the list of charges

when we eventually bring Diego Jimenez to trial, right?

Got to land the big whale sometime.

Do I have your blessing?

Yeah, go for it, but I doubt you'll find the guy.

It's probably a waste of your time.

(Speaking Spanish)

Ghost on recording: Tommy, we need to talk, man.

It's Ghost.

Who was on the phone?

They had the wrong number.

Flyers look good.

I bet we get a call, find Bell.

I just hope she's not hurt.

Look, Ho“, if we don't find her,

I promise I'll get you another one.

You can't just replace Bell.

That's like saying if you died,

I'm just gonna go out and fuck another guy right away.

Jesus, Holly, that's a fucked-up thing to say.

That's my point.

Look, I want Bell just like I only want you.

I want Bell, and I'm not gonna be able to sleep until we find her.

I'm sure we'll find her.

(engine starts)

Thanks for letting me take the kids to Angela's.

I didn't do it for you.

You know, when my dad left, I hardly saw him at all.

They deserve better.

Why are you really here?

I need you to get this check to Tommy.

Wow.

You sure we can afford this

now that you only have club money coming in?

It's not our money, Tasha. It's Tommy's.

Closed the laundromats, all the original Truth accounts.

It's his half of everything, all the businesses.

After Tommy gets this check, we're officially closed for business.

I'm out.

We are not partners anymore.

Why don't you tell him that yourself?

Because he won't return my calls, okay?

- He don't want to see me. - Well, he doesn't want to see me.

Looks like I'm collateral damage in whatever happened between y'all.

Can you just reach out to Tommy for me?

Today.

Julio: Did you hear from Lobos about why we keep getting

half the motherfucking weight?

Tommy: Look, Lobos is stuck in the joint,

and we selling the story that he dead in the streets,

so motherfucker got problems, all right?

Probably had to scale down his moves for a minute while he plays dead,

- so slow your roll, man. - All right.

What am I gonna tell our new primera friends when we can't deliver

the amount of fuckin' weight we promised them, Tommy?

Yo, maybe

we should step on the product, cut it up, right?

- Make everybody fucking happy. - We ain't doing that.

- Why not? - The move is short-minded, man.

I'm not gonna compromise the product.

That would ruin my name in the street.

Change of management doesn't mean change in product.

- Then what we gonna do? - I don't know.

Why don't you fucking let me think?

(knocks)

(scoffs)

How long have you been back in town?

Long enough to know that you're not welcome here.

Look, Tommy doesn't want to talk to you or Ghost.

I think he'll change his mind when we talk about money.

Not so fast. Your name ain't on this check.

How much is that for?

You'll find out when you tell Tommy to come see me.

He knows my number.

We both work for Lobos. We're on the same side.

I'm looking for your help here.

If we knew the name of the man who stabbed Lobos,

- he'd already be dead. - Well, he's not.

And if somebody else finds him before we do, Lobos could have a problem.

We let everyone believe it's the Jimenez so there aren't any loose ends,

but if the hitter fingers Ghost, then Ghost can turn witness

and testify against Lobos.

Trust me, if that happens...

(Speaking Spanish)

No' no! No' no.

Fuck that.

My kids are not spending the night over at no side piece's house, ever.

- That bitch is a drive-by. - She ain't a drive-by.

He parked.

And if I act badly, the kids are the only ones who suffer.

- You're being way too nice. - I'm being an adult, Keisha.

Trust me, if it wasn't for them kids, I'd throw the bitch down the stairs.

You the right amount of wrong,

or you could punch that bitch in the throat with that big-ass ring of...

Tasha, where your ring at?

Do not tell me he asked you to give that shit back.

He wouldn't try it.

It's worth more to me gone.

You sold it? You that pressed?

I'm not pressed for money, not yet.

I'm just... I'm over it, Keisha.

I'm not playing make-believe with Ghost anymore.

The Ghost I knew is gone.

Well, look,

if you ever need some extra cash,

you could always do the books around here for me.

I know you always got my back, girl,

and I appreciate that, but I'm good.

I'll let you know, though, if anything changes.

I might need you.

All right, well, I'ma go finish this weave real quick.

- Yeah, help her out. - (laughs) Stop.

(hair dryer hums)

- (dance music playing) - (crowd cheering)

Dominique: Got some big spenders over there...

Four bottles of Eff en, and it's still early.

My kind of people.

Hey, here they are.

I'm James St. Patrick, the club owner.

"Oh! _ (laughter)"

Hey, bae, hold my piece.

- Andy. This is Alby. - Andy.

- Hey, Alby, pleasure. - Hey, great place you got here, bro.

Thanks, man. You know, we... we try.

- Well, we love it. Don't we love it? - Andy: Love it. Yeah, we'll be back.

- Creatures of habit, we are. - All right, well, you know what?

You should make a habit of coming to Verbatim, my new spot.

New? Yeah, I thought that was a Stern place.

Used to be.

Now it's mine.

- You know DJ Ta}, fight'? - Yeah, DJ Ta}? He's the shit.

Well, he'll be spinning at the re-launch party, so you should come through.

Yeah, honestly, mate, Verbatim, it's kind of tired,

but if, uh, Taj is there, I'll swing by.

Sounds good. I'll comp you.

Make sure you bring all these beautiful ladies too, okay?

- Sounds-sounds good. - Sounds good.

- Hey, so cool of you, bro. - No problem.

How about I swing by a new bottle? That'll be on me.

- That's very good. - All right.

I'll be right back with two VIP invites. Don't shoot too many people with that.

(laughter)

What's up, Andre?

Look, man, I came to work for you to help you out,

but you keeping me out the loop, man.

What's up with that card in that desk?

The one with the blood all over it.

What's up with you looking in my desk?

The funny thing is I was looking for a goddamn tie,

but that's not the fucking point.

I've seen that card before.

When I was inside, motherfucker stuck this Puerto Rican nigga

and left a card just like that on top of him while he bled the fuck out.

I heard it was some Mexican Mafia shit or something.

- It's not the Mexican Mafia. - Well, whatever it is,

you get a card like that, it means you're in trouble.

It means we're in trouble.

Is that why you want me strapped?

Ghost, listen to me.

What you want me to do, it'll get done, man.

I want you to go back downstairs.

I want you to get back to work.

And if I need help, I'll ask you for that.

No, you won't, man.

(door opens, closes)

- Tasha: Thank you. - And you, sir?

Nothing for me, thanks.

Hmm, that's a first.

Not like you to pass up a meal.

I mean, you love the pancakes here.

Just give me my money so I can get the fuck out of here already.

What is going on with you?

I mean, I know you and Ghost got beef, but that ain't got shit to do with me.

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe I had a little chat with Kanan before he kicked.

He had a pretty fucking interesting theory

about how we got set up in the first place.

You want to hear it?

Little story about a broken taillight and an anonymous tip from a woman?

Look, Tommy, I don't know what Kanan...

Don't even try to fucking lie to me.

Ghost already copped to the two of you setting him up.

Just eat your goddamn pancakes.

Okay, you want to talk about lying?

How long was Ghost fucking Miss Puerto Rico

before you told me, hmm?

Oh, wait, you never did.

You lied to me about Kanan for ten years like I was a fucking chump.

Tommy, we couldn't tell you, okay?

I mean, the fewer people who knew about Kanan the better.

We had to do what was best for you, for everyone.

Best for me?

Oh, maybe that's why Ghost started fucking Angela.

He was just doing what was best for you.

Wow. It's like that?

Take your fucking money, Tommy.

The truth is, in both our cases,

Ghost had us doing what was best for him.

DJ Taj: I need security at my booth.

I hate being bothered and people making requests...

so dodgy-

And I need the DJ booth moved to the center of the dance floor.

The DJ booth is up there to the left.

That's very nice for you, but I need to be at the center of the event

so I can control the crowd.

All right, I'll try to get it done.

There's no trying involved, is there?

Get the DJ booth moved to the center of the dance floor

or I can't perform here.

The legendary DJ Taj. It's great to meet you, man.

We're so excited for you to join us.

He doesn't shake hands.

- I really don't. - I see.

- (whispering) You see this shit? - I was just saying to your employee,

I will be needing the DJ booth moved to the center of the dance floor because...

You don't need to explain. Consider it done.

- Get someone on it right way, all right? - Cheers.

- I'll see you at sound check. - See you then.

(kisses)

This motherfucker wants a fresh quart of orange juice

delivered to him every 30 minutes.

He think he Beyoncé or something?

You know what, man?

He's gonna make us a lot of fucking money.

He's the hottest DJ in EDM right now, all right?

He's got a huge following, and you can't show him a gun

and expect him to do what you want him to do.

Come on, Andre, it don't work that way.

- It's a club, man. - Fuck him.

Sometimes you have to do what you got to do.

Speaking of fucking which, I need to get him to sign these damn contracts.

- (phone vibrates) - (clears throat)

Can you handle the contracts? Something just came up.

What's up?

Oh, I get it. It's none of my business, right?

Just put the booth where he wants it and get the contracts signed.

(clicks tongue)

(speaking Korean)

Yo, man, my dad's pissed you skimped on our shit.

This order's half of what you promised.

That's why I'm only taking half the money.

- Now, what's the problem? - Problem is not enough for profit.

We run out too quickly.

With no drugs, we cannot hold territory.

I understand why you're mad.

You want more drugs. I want more money.

If I had more drugs, I would gladly take more of your money, but I don't.

The problem will be resolved quickly, I promise.

- Your promise is worth shit! - Hey.

We should go back to our old connect.

Tommy: I can't make you buy my drugs,

but it's gonna take you a long time to find another connect

that will hook you up with this quality.

Time is money.

Now, you want to waste money, or you want to get this shit on the street?

We made a deal.

I have made promises because of our deal.

I understand that, but I ran into problems

that I couldn't have predicted, and because of that...

This kind of shit makes us look bad on the streets, homie.

Uh-oh.

The circumstances were out of my hands...

but that will be remedied soon.

Next shipment, which will be sooner than normal,

I'll throw in a couple of keys on the house to make up for this...

inconvenience.

How's that sound?

We all have setbacks.

It is how we move forward that is important.

Word up.

Domo arigato.

Yo, that's Japanese, son.

Do you even know how offensive that shit is?

It is the effort that counts.

Stay for dinner, please.

Enjoy some of our services on the house.

I got a lady and a pizza at home,

- but I appreciate the offer. - Hey, hey.

Bro, you might be happily married, but I ain't got no girl at home.

Slow your roll, tiger.

There'll be time for that. We got work to do.

Shin, Dylan, pleasure doing business with you.

Oh, shit.

What up, Dre? The fuck you been hiding?

Shit, just grinding, trying to get this paper, man.

- What's poppin', man? - You don't look like you on no grind.

You look like you about to go to court.

(laughter)

- You got a bail hearing, B? - Nah, motherfucker.

I run three nightclubs, so I got to dress like a goddamn citizen, man.

- Shit, what I miss? - You ain't missing shit.

Same old, except remember Tru?

- That nigga from down south? - Hmm.

He got clipped last week.

No reason... just wrong place, wrong time.

Niggas be out here wilding for real.

Speaking of which, I ain't see your boy Kanan in a minute.

Shit, ain't no telling where he at, man.

Just thought maybe he went corporate too.

Might see you niggas on "Shark Tank" and shit.

- (laughter) - Whatever, man.

Yo, them clubs be raking in that dough.

Or you wouldn't fuck with it.

I know you, nigga. You a grimy street cat like me.

We need to hit they ass for a lick.

People buy drinks with cash over there, right?

Got to be a lot of loot up in that spot.

Nah, ain't the move, bro.

- Shit, this nigga's gone soft overnight. - Fuck nah, man.

I'm just saying I just started working over there,

so I don't know the ins and outs of everything.

What I do know is they got security cameras

and ex-militia watching that front door.

I ain't getting sent back upstate for nobody, especially your black ass.

Proctor: Bad news is, couldn't get a location on Lobos.

- How hard you try? - I'm not a goddamn magician.

He's not in the system anymore. You know what is in the system?

Death certificate.

You absolutely sure Lobos is still alive?

Yes.

Someone's going to a lot of trouble to make it look the other way.

Most likely, he's in witness protection,

and you're fucked 'cause he's halfway to Arizona by now.

Lobos wouldn't snitch. Not his style.

Multiple stab wounds in the belly...

that could change a man's style.

If you're right,

I can only think of one other option.

It's called a John Doe prosecution.

New York Feds have a history with these cases.

Lobos will be tried in a closed court.

No one knows his real name.

It only gets approved when the identity of the defendant

is dangerous information in itself.

The person's life has to be under credible threat.

So the attempt on his life...

Yup, probably caused the U.S. Attorney

to go John Doe to keep him safe.

If this is a John Doe situation,

you got a better chance of finding Jimmy Hoffa.

I see.

Does Lobos know you tried to kill him?

- I never said I tried to kill him. - Oh, cut the shit.

I'm your attorney here,

and I need to know if you're in real danger.

Do you think Lobos is gonna make a move on you?

I don't know.

Well, if you don't know, then you can't watch your back.

You need to ask Angela how to find Lobos...

so you could close the issue.

I can't do that.

You may have to decide

between protecting your girl

or saving your own life.

I know which one I would choose.

What's up, baby? You drunk already?

(chuckles)

We didn't get one call about Bell, not one.

Give it some time.

Those flyers only been up for a minute.

I don't think we're gonna find her. I think she's dead.

I brought you home some big bucks.

That might make you happy.

Holy shit.

Can't believe we have so much money.

- Yeah. - It's legit.

Well, it will be when I put it in the bank,

but I got a ton of shit to do, so...

I got nothing to do tomorrow. I'll handle the thing for you.

Whoa, Holly, Holly, I'll handle it.

Oh, come on, baby, you want to handle something?

Handle this.

- Yeah. - Yeah, you like that?

- Fuck, yeah. - (zipper unzips)

- Oh, yeah, I do. - Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, you read my mind.

Come on, baby, come on.

Oh, fuck, yeah.

Julito, tell Tommy to call me back.

Shit's going down he needs to fucking know about.

Do whatever you got to do to get him to hit me back.

(dance music playing)

- Steve. - Yeah?

I want the lasers to go through the smoke,

and I want the snow to fall simultaneously.

All of this needs to happen at midnight, but I want to see it now if I can.

(laughs) My man.

All right, folks, thank you.

Thank you all for your hard work.

It looks beautiful. We're gonna have a great time.

Thank you, GUYS-

- Looks great, doesn't it? - It looks awesome.

- What's the word on Taj? - I got some bad news.

DJ Taj just tweeted that he's playing at Visage tonight across the street.

- How the fuck did this happen? - Well, he went with a higher bidder.

Andre never made him sign the contract.

I want to see Andre right away, and get a replacement DJ for tonight.

Okay, I'm on it.

- Who owns the club across the street? - I don't know.

Find out.

(dance music playing)

- Motherfuckers right there. - Andy: Just hangin' out.

Hey, also, angel wings and the group, they can come in.

- Ladies. - (indistinct chatter)

Hey, cheers for the DJ, mate.

Oh, hey.

Hey, aren't those the guys from the VIP...

They're the owners of the club. They scooped us.

Look, man, I'm sorry I fucked up.

I got a DJ coming tonight.

He's from my hood. He's on his way right now.

Yeah? You know what?

Maybe next time we can get the fucking dude

who runs the bodega on the corner to spin.

- Yo, I'm hustling, man. - No, your head ain't in the game.

You weren't so concerned about my business,

maybe you wouldn't have made this damn mistake.

He left right after sound check.

I thought I had time to do it before he went on tonight.

Look, I don't know this shit.

I'm a hustler. I-I know the streets.

If you want shit done a certain way, then maybe you should do it yourself, bro.

(sighs)

Look, I'm on your team, man.

I'm mad too.

Look, they right there.

We can go fuck them bitch-ass niggas up right now.

It'd make me feel better.

So you just gonna let them punk you like that?

You know what?

Sometimes no response is the best response.

So we not gonna make a move, not right now, Andre.

They'd be expecting it.

We'll let them wait in fear.

We make a plan, and then we attack.

(door banging)

Tasha, come in.

It takes a while to get used to the childproof doorknobs.

Jamie didn't mention you were...

I didn't tell Ghost I was stopping by.

I needed to see where my kids are gonna be.

Yasmine is potty training.

She doesn't like to go alone, so you'll need to sit with her.

- I can do that. - Good.

Make sure you put her down around 7:30.

Read her a book.

Give her a sippy cup with warm organic milk, 2%.

She won't drink anything else. Whole is too creamy.

Skim isn't creamy enough. It's a whole thing.

I-I covered all the electrical outlets

and got latches on the cabinets.

You still need corner guards for the coffee table.

And keep all sharp objects

out of Yasmine's reach, mm-kay?

- Your eye level or higher. - Absolutely.

Other than that... the place looks good.

Smaller than I pictured.

Uh, where are Tariq and Raina gonna sleep?

Are their bedrooms this way?

It's just our room in there.

Jamie said the kids would be okay on the floor with sleeping bags.

If that doesn't work for you...

No, it's fine. They'll be fine.

I think we've covered it, so...

Tasha?

Thank you.

You wanted him, you wanted them, okay?

Remember that.

You better be sure you're ready for this.

I can't just deposit the check?

I just need a signature on a couple of documents.

It's standard procedure to fill out these IRS forms

when it comes to deposits this large, miss.

I assume you're authorized by Mr. Egan to sign for the account?

If you could just provide me with a photo ID,

I can get started with the process.

And which account did you want to deposit it in,

the personal checking or the LLC?

If you'd just punch in the security code and the password,

I can access the account online, and we could expedite the process.

If you forgot the password,

I'm sure if we call Mr. Egan, he could help.

- I'll just dial him up right now. - No.

I don't want to bother him at work.

I'll come back.

- Tariq: I don't want to go over there. - It's just one night.

But why? Why do we have to, like, sleep over?

Why can't we just come home?

Because your father wants you there.

Look, I want you both to be on your best behavior.

Show this woman how well you were raised.

All right, we will, but why do we have to be punished for Dad's mistakes?

Tariq, you're not being punished, okay?

Your father wants you to be a part of his life.

- He loves you. - Do you still love him, Mom?

Your father...

93W? Me you guys.

We're a family.

Come here.

Family is forever, okay?

It's never over.

Come here.

What the hell were you thinking going down there?

I was doing you a favor. I was depositing your check.

I told you that I would take care of it.

You weren't gonna do it, so I figured I'd do it myself.

All right, from now on, you don't make no moves

without talking about it with me first, all right?

Not about nothing, you hear me? But especially my fucking money.

I thought that was our money.

Even if it is, then you sure as shit should have run it by me.

All right, if we're gonna be in this for the long haul,

we got to be 100 with each other.

No lies, no...

sneaking around each other's fucking backs.

(sighs)

'Kay, you're right.

It won't happen again.

I'm sorry.

Bet.

I won't make any moves without talking to you first,

but you got to let me help.

If we're gonna be partners, then let's be partners.

- What you want to do, partner? - I don't know.

I thought maybe you could teach me how to move the money around.

Then I could do it.

How did you set this all up?

I don't know. Tasha did all that for me.

Tasha knows how to do this?

I thought her banking skills were strictly withdrawal only.

Nah, T's real smart about this kind of shit.

She studied fucking accounting.

She almost got her diploma and everything.

Almost?

She married Ghost and quit school.

Look, I know Tasha's a bitch, but maybe we should bring her in on this.

She can teach me how to handle the money.

No, no way.

I don't want nothing to do with those people.

You just said it. She's smart.

You and Ghost never got nabbed by the IRS, right?

Look, since Ghost closed down the laundromats,

we're gonna need to figure out another way to handle the money.

Baby, I'm gonna fuck this up if I do it on my own.

We use Tasha till I learn the ropes, and then we get rid of her.

(phone vibrates)

I gotta go.

But we'll figure this out together, okay?

Okay.

Together.

Together.

I was thinking about something.

If I had found the location on Lobos...

you had a plan in place?

I did.

That's a loose end.

He doesn't know who I am.

He never did.

- You sure? - I'm sure.

You're worth the money.

Oh, you have no idea.

(glasses clink)

It was you, right?

Why did you send it back to the precincts?

Why did I send what back to what precincts?

The evidence of the murders

the Jimenez ordered against Lobos's New York Syndicate?

Vladimir and Drifty

and the attempt on Lobos himself, huh?

The La Arafia cards, the crime scene photos, witness statements...

It's all been farmed back out to the NYPD,

to the individual precincts.

It'll take months to get that back.

It's all gone, and oops,

no one signed the orders to return it to the locals.

Well, that's just the kind of sloppy thing you would do.

Okay, I know you don't trust me, Saxe.

Hell, I probably wouldn't trust me if I were you,

but I wasn't even here when that evidence was gathered, remember?

I was suspended because of Isabel.

Well, I'm sorry if I'm jumping to conclusions.

Look, it's probably some clerical error.

I'm waiting on evidence from California.

You're looking for... Wait, what are you looking for?

I'm trying to find the guy who stabbed Lobos.

I want him to flip on the Jimenez

and give us cause to prosecute them here too.

That guy's not gonna flip on the Jimenez.

I don't know, Angela. The death penalty makes people talk.

(door opens)

Dad, look, she only has four plates.

That's all we need, girl. Here's Yasmine's plate right here.

Jamie, we need to talk.

- Hey. - I thought we said 7:00.

- Didn't we say 7:00? - We did.

Uh, the kids got dropped off a little early. Sorry.

Hi!

Hi, everyone.

Oh, my goodness.

This is the little one.

Hello.

The table looks lovely.

Ghost: That's all Raina's doing.

Oh, thank you.

- It's nice to meet you, Raina. - Hi.

Tariq, welcome.

Your father talks about you all the time.

I'm gonna get myself changed, and then I'm all yours.

Okay, perfect.

Okay.

Perfect.

Okay, go play with your toys.

Raina, let me talk to you for a minute.

Come on, Yas, you can play with your toys right here.

Listen, kids, I know it's hard...

but I want us to really try, okay?

All right?

He knew where the cameras were.

Wait, wait, wait, stop that.

You back that up a little bit?

Right there, right there.

You zoom in on that?

Yeah, grab that for me. I want to get a better look at that tattoo.

Okay.

Come on, come on.

' (car approaches) ' (groans)

You the motherfucker that broke into my house?

Lobos sent you, you fucking piece of shit?

(Speaking Spanish)

English, motherfucker!

This better?

Mr. Lobos is a man who does what he says,

and he doesn't like to ask the same question twice, so...

Yes.

I was in your home, where you sleep,

where your woman sleeps.

Was the message received?

Oh, yeah, I got the fucking message.

Huh.

And what are you doing about what you told Jefe you would do?

Ghost got in touch with me.

He wants to meet up tonight, and when he shows...

I'ma put a fucking bullet in his head.

Hmm.

Yo, but that shipment was light.

How the fuck am I supposed to be Lobos's distro

if I ain't got enough shit to distro?

The next shipment will be in full after we fix,

um, unexpected cash flow problems.

- What are you still doing here? - I found something, Mike.

I think I found the guy.

- The Lobos guy? - The Lobos guy.

And I think he's still here in MCC.

I'm going there now to talk to him.

You want to come?

No, you go ahead. We'll discuss it in the morning.

- Night, Saxe. - Night.

Stick to the story.

(Speaking Spanish)

- Yeah, si. - (cell phone vibrating)

- I have to take this. - Yeah.

- We're done? - Yeah, we're done.

But you know what?

Me and you very soon are gonna have to have a little talk about my dog.

(chuckles)

(engine starts)

- You're a lawyer? - Mm-hmm.

- What kind? - I'm a prosecutor.

I put bad guys in jail.

And she had to make really good grades in school to do that.

Dad, I get it.

So how'd you guys meet?

Actually, uh, we met in high school.

So before you met Mom?

Hey, Tariq, I got you

your favorite video game.

You can play it now if you want.

- Everything's set up, I think. - That TV's way too small.

My mom got a big screen at home.

Son, take one of these.

Show your old man how it's done.

(game chimes)

- Go. - You know you gonna lose, right?

How you gonna beat me with sad moves like that?

Sad moves? I'm about to whup you, man.

You is going... (mimics explosion) Down!

- You need to get up. You too old. - You right.

(game continues)

- Oh, man! - Yeah, s'up?

This boy's kinda good.

- (phone vibrates) - Raina: Eh, he's not that good.

- Tariq: I will beat you too. - Angela, I need to take this.

You mind showing my son how it's done?

- (mouthing) Me? - Yeah. I'll be right back.

I used to play PlayStation with my nephew sometimes.

How different could this be?

Did you get the check?

Yeah, I got it.

Any problem with the number?

Yo, you didn't call me to shoot the shit.

What's up?

Look, man, it's... it's better we meet and discuss it in person.

Oh... yeah, all right.

Brooklyn Bridge Park, now.

(music playing)

♪ You don't know the life ♪

♪ They've come for me ♪

♪ When you thought that I'd be here ♪

♪ I'm with them ♪

♪ They're not where you're from ♪

♪ What we've seen is what we've got ♪

♪ All the paths have melded to one ♪

♪ Mother used to say to me ♪

♪ Have you been good? ♪

- ♪ Spoke to me like history ♪ - (sighs)

♪ Have you been good? ♪

(distant boat horn blows)

(elevated train clacking)

(elevated train clacking)

(gasps, coughs)

(touch-tones tapping)

(cell phone vibrating)

Dinner was really good.

Your dad made it, but thank you.

- Um, can I go use your bathroom? - Of course.

It's straight back there.

- These are the last. - Great.

You've been such a big help.

Yasmine's really lucky to have a big sister like you.

I've got a big sister too.

I'd be lost without her.

- Does Dad know her? - (Yasmine fussing)

- What does that mean? - She's awake.

She probably wants to be picked up.

Go ahead. I'll show you how to get her back to sleep.

(door buzzes)

- Cooper: He's in for murder? - Yeah, two life sentences.

He's only up here for about two more months.

Suspect in some prison fight case.

Goes back to Otisville right after the trial.

Is he in one of the interview rooms already, or...

He should be. I made the call.

- (alarm blaring) - The fuck?

- Stay close. - (overlapping shouting)

- (alarm blaring) - Down on the floor!

Down on the fucking floor!

Inmate was stabbed. Just found the body.

And of course, none of these pieces of shit saw anything.

- Get the body out of here. - Man: Yes, ma'am.

- (music playing) - (sniffing)

(groans)

(echoing)

(overlapping chatter)

Yo, boss, you keep snorting all the fucking product, man,

it won't be nothing left to sell.

Yo, Grim...

fuck's that supposed to mean?

Grim: I don't know. I just mean...

(groans)

(grunting)

(groaning)

Nobody ever better disrespect me again.

That should have been you for talking to Ghost.

It should have been you!

(music playing)

- ♪ Foot hard down on the gasoline ♪ - (cell phone vibrates)

♪ Everybody here knows what I may need ♪

♪ I'm burnin' up just the way I should ♪

I' Oh, ma I'

♪ There's a top and a bottom line ♪

♪ Send me a vision ♪

♪ Besides how I'm livin' ♪

♪ All the world to show ♪

♪ Dressed up, lookin' for a place to go ♪

♪ A body full of yes ♪

♪ A head full of I don't know ♪

♪ And a whole lot of seed to sow ♪

♪ Boy, get off the pyre ♪

♪ A star's just something on fire ♪

- ♪ Ooh, ooh ♪ - (vocalizing)

♪ Meanwhile, the wolves wait in the wings ♪

♪ Lookin' to sell me a better dream ♪

♪ Girl, you look like a sure thing ♪

♪ Turns out the queen ain't really the queen ♪

♪ Just like the cream ain't really cream ♪

♪ No, no, no ♪

(vocalizing)

(door closes)

- Tommy: I fucked up. - (footsteps approach)

Baby, you okay?

Holly, I fucked up.

What happened?

I'm not okay.

You're not okay.

We're not safe. They're gonna kill us.

- I fucked up. - (click)

I had him right there.

I didn't do it.

Okay, tell me what happened.

Tommy, tell me what's going on.

Come on. Give me the gun.

(whispers) Come on.

Give me...

(gun clicks)

I was supposed to kill Ghost tonight, but I couldn't do it.

What?

Lobos ordered me to kill Ghost,

and since I didn't do it, he's coming after us.

Bell didn't get lost, Holly.

Lobos had her killed as a warning.

He told me he was gonna do it.

Said he was gonna kill her

and then you if I didn't kill Ghost, and he did.

He did it, Holly.

Bell is dead 'cause of me.

I understand.

He was my brother...

- my whole life, my family. - I know.

I know he was.

I know you can do this.

What?

I know you can kill Ghost.

If you can't kill Ghost for yourself, Tommy...

do it for me.

Do it.

I will.

I promise.

(Pounding on door)

Who the fuck is that?

Tommy, there's something I have to tell you.

I made a call today.

I should have checked with you first.

- What? - But don't be mad.

- Holly, what did you do? - Promise you won't be mad.

What did you do, Holly?

I hear you have a problem.

Apparently, I can help?

♪ Came in the game gettin' money ♪

♪ Flippin' check, whip it, gettin' money ♪

♪ Nigga get to playin' with the money ♪

♪ Clique bang for the money, shit change over money ♪

♪ They love to see a nigga on the bottom ♪

♪ Catch it coming, gotta keep it on the low ♪

♪ A nigga plug bless a nigga with a whole ♪

♪ Wanna break the bitch down into 360's ♪

♪ Lookie here, bitch, I'm A-okay ♪

♪ Shorty wanna fuck with me ♪

♪ Stripping, yeah, the jiggy, nigga, lady, she gon' hit my line ♪

♪ We ain't gon' waste no time ♪

♪ She sucking and we fucking like she need me ♪

♪ While she make a bankroll easy ♪

♪ All the light in the room from the TV ♪

♪ We gettin' it on then I'm gone, it's the type of shit that a nigga be on ♪

♪ Too much on my mind right now ♪

♪ I'm on the grind right now ♪

♪ Looking for me, sucker, then I need to be found right now ♪

♪ I got my nine right now ♪

♪ Bitch, I'll blow your mind right now ♪

♪ I ain't fucking 'round right now ♪

♪ Better get in line right now ♪

♪ Or fuck around and die right now ♪

♪ Hope you understand that ♪

♪ Bitch, I'm the man ♪

♪ Ho, I'm the man ♪

♪ You know I'm the man ♪

♪ Bitch, I'm the man ♪

♪ Ho, I'm the man ♪

♪ You know I'm the man ♪

♪ Bitch, I'm the man ♪

♪ Ho, I'm the man ♪

♪ You know I'm the man ♪

♪ Bitch, I'm the man ♪

Created by: A. Vandelay