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Previously on "Power"...

- Boss is here. - This is the best

goddamn nightclub opening the whole year.

- To Truth! - Truth!

When we met, who'd you think I was gonna be?

The biggest goddamn drug dealer in New York City.

The men you're protecting

sent you out to steal from the wrong motherfuckers tonight.

If I knew who ordered it,

yeah, they'd be dead already.

50 stacks.

75 if you bring him to us alive.

It's good to see that you know enough

not to let it affect our pay schedule.

Angela Valdes came into the club last night.

From high school?

Jamie, I'm sorry I left the way I did.

Who can give us the names, places, and dates we need to convict Lobos?

His New York distributor.

Unfortunately, we have no idea who that is.

Our soldiers are strapped now. We should be too.

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My girlfriend... she just got mugged.

Guy got away.

Please, please send an ambulance.

Tommy, what's up?

Julio got a 911. A courier's been hit.

I'm on my way.

Boss, where you going?

The woman from Vogue is coming to talk details

for the party, remember?

She lost her venue at the last minute.

- If we land it, it can change... - I know.

I'll be back.

De Sangre?

This guy came all the way from Miami to fuck with us?

Hired hitter. It's smart.

Somebody flies him up, he does the job,

then goes home... no trace.

Well, the good news: The girl called Julio.

He's probably still at the hospital.

- Probably? - Haven't heard from him yet.

When Darien was cleaning up, he said the girl

- was cut up pretty bad. - So she could be dead by now.

I gotta get back to the club.

There's a lot of shit I need to be doing right now.

We opened that place to clean our money.

The shit you need to be doing right now

is helping me figure out our next fucking move.

- Okay, how'd they find her? - Followed her, maybe?

From where, how? It's just like Cruz.

They knew exactly when and where to hit.

The phones. They got our phones.

I don't see how. They're all burners,

- none of 'em traceable. - Flexispy, some shit.

They gotta be tracking us some kind of way.

Everybody rotates phones tonight.

Yeah, as soon as I get the all-clear from Julio.

Listen, once we figure out who hired this asshole,

we need to mount up,

clean up the yard once and for all.

With who? Hmm?

Our operation's built for finesse.

We got motherfuckers that blend in, part of the scenery.

We ain't got no real street soldiers.

So we find some or buy some.

- Ask Lobos for help. - No.

'Cause if he sends it, then he owns us forever,

and if not, he takes advantage of our weakness,

and he sells us out.

Either way, we're fucked.

You're right about one thing. We can't let this go unanswered.

That's goddamn right.

Look, man, I gotta get back, seriously.

Yo, D, you got the ax?

Hey, Shawn, get in here and help him.

He don't need to do that.

His father would want us to teach him the ropes, G.

If he ain't gonna get his hands dirty,

he doesn't need to be here.

I can do it.

Unless you need me to drive you back into the city.

I'll drive myself.

Call me when you hear from Julio about the girl.

Have a good day at work, honey.

Fuck you.

Here, give me that.

Hey. Watch this, Shawn.

Well, does James even bother to call and tell you

he's not coming home to have dinner with the kids?

He doesn't have to call.

I know where he is. He's working.

He's trying to book a big party at the club

tomorrow night for Vogue magazine.

That's what he told you?

Yes! And if it...

If it were the other business, he'd tell me that too.

We're partners, mama.

It's a marriage.

But you wouldn't know too much about that.

Well, if he tells you everything,

you tell me why he'd open a nightclub in the first place.

For appearances, like the laundromats.

Ain't no magazine party at no laundromats, Tasha.

High-fashion models. Young girls.

Hard for a man to say no to that.

Ghost ain't checking for no flat-ass, skinny white girl.

Not when he got all this ass at home.

I used to have one just like that, Sugar.

Now, you let me tell you one thing I do know about men.

There is always another ass.

Mama, Ghost and I are fine.

And as long as I'm paying your rent,

you need to mind your mouth.

James pays my rent.

Don't get it twisted.

If he leaves you, he leaves all of us.

That ring on your finger ain't no insurance.

You can't collect alimony on income

the government don't know about.

Thanks for coming to cook.

But you don't need to. I'm okay.

Eat, mamita.

When was the last time you want to see papi?

I haven't been up there in a while.

It's not that good a place.

We should still go to see the one upstate again.

It's pretty up there.

Plus I like the idea of him being able to see the water.

I do too, but I told you,

the one upstate is too expensive.

Junior's tuition check is by the door.

Thank you.

You know I'll pay you back every cent.

I'm happy to do it.

But papi has to stay where he is for right now, okay?

When Junior graduates,

we'll have no kids left in the family.

There's plenty back in P.R.

You can bring Nadia's five boys back with you next time you go.

Cute. You know what I mean.

What's happening with... Greg?

I'm not sure.

Don't look at me like that.

I just don't think he's the right guy.

They're never the right guy.

What's wrong with this one? He can't fuck?

The sex is good.

There's nothing wrong, but...

there's no goose bumps, no butterflies.

There's no tingling anywhere, you know?

You still think of love like you're a little girl.

Butterflies and goose bumps are fairy tales.

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Stick with us. You'll get your own someday.

But some nights, I have a body in the trunk.

Back in the day, Ghost and I drove a '91 Honda Accord.

You shared a car?

We got more pussy in that backseat.

Back then, Kanan kept us in line.

Taught us the business, made us men.

Ghost and I owe your father big.

That's why you're here.

I know.

Ghost just wants you to stay in the car

and in the club, see the pretty shit.

But if we go to war, it'll be all hands on deck.

I need to know you'll be ready.

I won't let you down.

Good.

Ms. Sheridan.

James St. Patrick. Nice to finally meet you.

You're James St. Patrick.

You know, I tried to run a background check on you,

and no one in the nightlife world seems to know who you are.

I was expecting a fat Irish guy.

Well, I hope I can meet your other expectations.

I do too.

You know we lost our venue

for this party at the last minute,

but I'm not gonna make the wrong call

just because we're pressed for time.

I'll decide whether I like what I see

or if I should keep going down my list of clubs.

I'll admit it's a beautiful space you've got here,

but what turns my head is perfect service.

Seamless evening.

And that is what my client expects.

But I see you've been working hard.

We have, Ms. Sheridan.

We haven't left a single moment to chance.

That's good, because this party

isn't only about our December issue,

which is the biggest in fashion magazine history.

- It's also about our... - Your boss's position.

Editors all over your building report to her.

This party's about, let's say, making them... feel it.

You don't look like you read Keith Kelly.

I make it my business to know what you know, Ms. Sheridan.

If I'm doing my job, I should know what you want

before you ask me for it.

Hey, send a bottle or two of Ultimat to V.I.P.

With some cranberry juice.

We've got a promotion tonight, sir.

We're not serving Ultimat. Just Grey Goose.

Honey, you're serving whatever I want.

- I own this place. - I've never seen you before.

You see me now?

Yeah.

I'll sneak you some Ultimat, but I can't take it up there.

I don't work V.I.P.

Do you want to?

And where does my client sit?

Right here, where you can see all the action,

but very few can see you.

She'll love it.

Oh, should the photographers

check in at the front or come early

and enter through service?

- Cameras aren't Truth policy. - We like our guests

to be able to relax without thinking their images

will be online the next morning.

Okay, technically, my guys are paparazzi,

but they're the obedient kind. That's not a problem, right?

I mean, I'd hate to tell everyone we had a conflict.

No, no, your photographers can come to service early.

- They'll have full access. - Excellent.

Good night, James St. Patrick.

Good night.

If we're gonna have photographers here,

you should get into some of those shots.

Ain't my thing.

You should be out there as the face of the club.

People are gonna want to know who owns this place.

Stern takes us on, we can go national.

International, even.

The more people know who you are,

the more interested he's gonna be.

You've reached FBI Special Agent Greg Knox,

southern district of New York.

Leave a message.

Hey.

That's weird. You always pick up.

If you wanna come over, I'm here.

Call me.

What the fu...

Uh, sorry I'm late.

Coffee smelled like dick, so I had to make a new pot.

Oh, hey, sorry, Ms. Lavarro.

I'm not offended, Mr. Saxe.

The smell of dick turns me off too.

Speaking of late, you see agent Knox out there?

- He should be here. - No.

I've charted the existing distribution networks

in the five boroughs.

- I'd like to construct a clear... - Angela,

I was thinking we should talk more about Ruiz.

Lobos moved on from Ruiz, so we should too.

He's a dead end.

Thank you. Morning.

- Morning. - Good morning, sir.

Thought I'd see how

your Felipe Lobos task force is coming along.

We got a wire from the federales.

Lobos landed in Juarez last night.

He's staying close to the border, so now we're racing

both California and Texas southern districts

to get an indictment.

We're all aware of the urgency, sir.

In fact, Angela was just diving in.

We're creating a profile to help identify

- Lobos's New York distro. - More specifically,

we were discussing a meeting Lobos had

with Vibora Ruiz from Soldado Nation.

And as discussed, Lobos told Ruiz

the Soldados were too low-rent for him,

they made no agreement, so it's not a fertile area.

But how did Lobos arrange that sit-down with Ruiz?

I issued a warrant for a Ruiz lieutenant, Nomar Arcielo...

You issued the warrant? With what probable cause?

A burner cell traced to Nomar by NYPD

spiked high usage details around the time

of the Lobos meeting.

If he set it up, he could have valuable information.

I've worked closely with this judge.

He'll slap us down if we overreach.

That's why all applications go across my desk.

Understood. I was trying to be proactive.

You know, since, like you said, sir,

other offices are on Lobos too.

Ruiz is our local advantage.

In future, work with the team.

Cops and robbers is more fun when we all can play.

In case we could get something new,

call an agent to serve your warrant.

- Now, moving on... - Actually,

special agent Greg Knox is trying to locate Nomar

as we speak. I called him last night.

Great.

Now, as I was saying, we know Lobos wants

a reliable pathway for his product.

The most likely point of entry is Port Elizabeth, New Jersey,

so the distributor we're looking for

should have an extensive network...

Thanks, babe.

I'm sorry I left early the other night.

I didn't want to bother you. You were with somebody.

Looked like you really wanted to talk to her.

I ran into a friend from high school that night, I think.

I can't remember.

Hey.

Ain't no reason to trip, T.

Hmm?

Sorry. Mama and I were talking yesterday, and I just...

Never mind.

Mrs. St. Patrick, hey.

I hope it's okay I took some coffee.

Help yourself.

Where'd you grow up, Shawn?

Hollis, originally.

No way. I went to Cardozo.

Pssh, yo, Hollis must have changed,

'cause I ain't never seen no girls like you round the way.

There's plenty of girls just like me out there

looking for somebody responsible like you

to treat 'em right.

You have a girlfriend now?

Wait.

I probably shouldn't ask you that.

No, no, no, it's cool that you asked.

I ain't seeing nobody.

You're single?

I don't believe it.

You wanted me to see you.

The other night in the car.

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

Talk to Tommy last night?

- Brand-new. - Y'all had to rotate

the phones? What happened?

Nothing. Just taking precautions.

You giving that spandex a workout of its own, girl, huh?

I'll see you tonight.

- All right. - Okay.

Oh, wait... Ghost, your new number!

How the fuck am I supposed to get ahold of you now?

Collins walks in, and Saxe busts out

with this "we're not done with Ruiz" bullshit.

Turns out you're already looking for this Nomar guy,

and I'm caught with my pants down.

You should have called me.

Saxe gave me explicit instructions not to do so.

Okay, fuck him. But fuck you too.

There's a chain of command. You knew he was fucking with me.

What should I have done?

I call you to check in before every move,

and it's pretty clear what's going on between us.

Am I right?

You said we had to keep our relationship a secret.

If the rules have changed, let me know.

The rules haven't changed.

People find out, you'll get "attaboys" and high fives,

while I'll lose all credibility for fucking an agent.

I don't want to go public.

I just don't want you to sandbag me.

I didn't sandbag you. I followed protocol.

Those rules matter too.

Good luck finding your man, Agent Knox.

- Angela, we're not done here. - Goodbye, Greg.

This is ridiculous.

We're sorry, the number you have reached is not in service.

Please check the number or try your call...

Excuse me. Is James here?

Yeah.

Got eyes on the boss?

Angie.

Jamie!

Sorry I had to track you down at work.

You changed your cell?

I had to ditch my phone.

Nightclub business, you know.

Too many people get your number, it gets messy.

I'm glad you actually called.

This place looks so different during the day.

You're saying it looks busted now?

A little.

No, I'm just surprised at how, at night,

it's transformed.

That's the idea.

People come here and become whoever they wanna be for the night.

It's a fantasy.

And then they buy a lot of drinks.

Yes.

You still haven't told me how you made this happen.

We cleaned up an abandoned lot,

charged for parking.

That money bought a laundromat,

then another and another.

I always had my father's place in the back of my mind,

and then we found this space, and...

Tommy thought I was crazy.

Wait, Tommy? Tommy Egan?

You still hang out with him?

He's my partner in the club.

What, you surprised we still tight?

Yeah, to be honest.

I always thought Tommy liked the streets too much.

Hmm.

You must have been a good influence on him.

Let me show you something.

Watch your step.

Are you serious?

I didn't know people still made these!

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes, Angie.

They're closed.

This still your favorite song?

Are you kidding me?

Makes me wanna break out the baseball Jersey

and the kneepads from the video.

So what happens next?

I know you got a plan.

If Truth takes off, then we open a second club

right here in New York City.

Then maybe one in Miami or Vegas.

It's gonna take a while, but I...

You'll get there.

You got here.

Mm.

You wanna come through tonight?

We got a big party for Vogue magazine.

Wow, that's huge.

I wish I could. I gotta work.

I hope your clients pay extra for that kind of dedication.

- Damn. - It's not that kind of law.

I work for the government. It's...

Boring.

Anyway, you're gonna be too busy tonight to hang out with me.

I'll make the time.

Come on, Angie.

Okay, I'll come through.

Yeah?

Go, go, go, go, go.

Oh, come on, Uncle Tommy! You're supposed to have my back.

Is this some sped-up mode or something?

I don't remember it being this fast.

No, you're just old.

Just wait... what?

- You're old! - What?

I got next.

Oh, what's up, dad?

What's up, son?

- Go finish your homework. - All right.

- I know you didn't finish it. - Get outta here.

And what'd I tell you about playing those games, huh?

The girl who got cut, you want clipped.

- I don't see another way. - I don't know, man.

Like you said, she followed protocol.

She called Julio.

She didn't call 911, even to save her own life.

She calls 911 with the drugs on her,

- she's going to jail. - She kept a cool head.

You and I are good, Tommy, because she didn't fuck it up.

What does it say to other soldiers

if she does her job well and we ice her anyway?

Nice kill!

The truth.

They're replaceable, just like you wanted it.

She's replaceable.

This is a female we're talking about, Ghost.

Who's gonna want her now?

One day she's gonna wake up, look at her ruined fucking face

and her ruined fucking life, and she's gonna blame us for it.

And even though she doesn't know us, she knows Julio.

She knows how our whole thing works.

She's gonna be like, "fuck these motherfuckers.

I'm going to the cops."

Over some random-ass courier chick?

That's a risk you wanna take?

I'll talk to Julio.

Yo, T, you ready to go?

Our reservation's in 20 minutes.

Almost.

Peace.

Nah, man, we're good. No problems.

Good. Let's keep it that way.

Remind our people of the bitch's description

in case she comes back.

What did the courier say? Fucking weird shoes?

Yeah, she had bright pink sneakers on.

I told them already.

All right, good.

Better be on my toes.

One of these motherfuckers staring might try

to take you home.

Wish I had that effect on you.

What's that supposed to mean?

I'm just saying, if I'm all that,

you'd be home more.

I'm not home because I'm working, trying to provide

for you and the kids.

Paying for that weave and that dress and those shoes.

I don't need you stressing me, all right?

I ain't trying to stress you.

But I ain't even got your new digits,

and I'm your wife.

Now you got me

and the driver.

You're right, baby.

My bad. I forgot.

You've been forgetting me a lot lately.

Come on, I know you're not turning down

kung pao chicken.

I even got the extra peanuts, just how you like it.

I'm hungry.

That doesn't mean I'm not still mad.

You know I didn't have a choice.

You just don't like to lose.

When you gonna tell me what's going on, Ghost?

I ain't no kid.

New phones and shit?

Guessing y'all had a car accident?

We got run off the road.

Your car still running?

Still running, but the repairs might be

too expensive to make.

And the other guy's car?

Totaled.

We had to tow it.

So now,

it's about the next move.

You take it to the chop shop?

Still got the parts?

What you thinking?

Back in the day,

remember what those Dominican boys did

to that red truck?

Half went to one garage,

half to another.

Stopped all that bullshit.

Hmm.

More wine, ma'am?

Yes, please.

Thank you.

Look.

Saxe told me that if nothing came from going

after Arcielo, no one would even know about it.

I didn't think he was stupid enough to go off about it

without knowing if I'd catch the guy.

Please tell me Saxe wasted taxpayer dollars

sending you on a wild-goose chase,

and the guy's left town.

You got him.

I'm a fucking FBI agent, Angela.

Damn right I got him.

He still had his goddamn phone.

Conclusive proof he set the meeting or knows who did.

Saxe wins.

Good news for the team, bad news for me.

Maybe not.

Wait till you hear who else he called.

Isabel Ruiz.

Vibora Ruiz's daughter?

Isn't she 14?

Nomar called her?

Multiple times a week for weeks.

No fucking way.

The soldier that got hurt's a woman.

Face all cut up. Tommy thinks she'll talk.

But she was loyal when her life was at stake.

You want a woman's loyalty? Give her security.

You give her that,

she'll never betray you.

Baby, come on.

He knows better than to watch.

And Saxe doesn't know about this?

I didn't tell him. I'm telling you.

So are we good?

We're good.

Mama took the kids to the movies.

We got an hour, maybe.

When we talk business...

It's like when we first met.

Like Bonnie and Clyde.

What?

- Nothing. - Come on.

Harder.

- You sure? - Harder.

You sure you gotta go down to the club right now?

Yeah.

I gotta go.

Bonnie.

I'm expecting perfection from you tonight.

The people who are coming to the club for this party...

models, magazine editors, actors, rich motherfuckers

who ain't do nothing to earn that shit.

But they have the right friends.

They have a good time here, they come back.

They bring more people.

Truth is, the more people hear about the spot,

we all get rich.

I don't make you pool tips.

I don't believe in that shit.

Then the lazy motherfuckers win.

But tonight we work as a team.

Keep each other on point, make it hot,

give 'em what they want. Fellas...

if a cat's gay and he wants your number, give it to him.

Ladies... shit, you already know what to do.

You've been doing it your whole lives.

Tonight our guests are drinking on someone else's dime.

Make 'em want to come back and spend their own money.

- Time to open the doors, boss. - Showtime.

No one else comes out.

You keeping track of the arrivals?

I want to know about an Angela Valdes.

No one with that name has checked in yet.

Cynthia's up in V.I.P., though.

She's looking for you.

Tell 'Bueso he's still gotta do the damn deliveries.

He's got his fucking piece, right?

You've reached 347...

Are you kidding me, motherfucker?

Hey, I have to admit I'm impressed.

You run a smooth operation here, James.

Even my boss said

she liked the food... not that she ate any.

You know, I don't just plan parties for Vogue.

I handle GQ, Allure, Bon App�tit, Vanity Fair.

It's events all year long.

Plus servicing my non conde nast clients.

It's a lot of responsibility.

You know, I was thinking that you and

I should work together long-term.

You know, I bring you the press, the big names.

You give me a big, fat discount.

How does that sound?

Deal.

Oh, you know what? I will make sure

this runs in the Post.

Get your face out there. Make this place a brand name.

- What's up, man? - Hey, Tommy.

Oh, sorry, we're just about to take a picture,

so if you can wait a minute, you can talk to James in a sec.

Oh, no, I think James wants to talk to me right now.

Cynthia, I'll be right back. Work never stops.

Enjoy the party.

What the fuck you thinking, man?

You wanna be in the paper tomorrow?

You want everyone to know who you are, Ghost?

All right, man. No pictures.

I gotta get back. We'll talk about it later.

No, we'll talk about this right now.

We're not like these people, Ghost.

You and me in the paper ain't a good thing.

You and me in the paper means we got got.

These people don't know about our other thing, man.

- One picture... - Is too many!

You standing next to these people in pictures?

The next question is, who the fuck is this guy?

People digging in your life story,

what do you think they're gonna find?

We lay low. We sell what we need to sell.

We ice who we need to ice.

All business, all the time.

This is about business!

You ain't been about business since we opened this place.

Check your phone, motherfucker.

- What happened? - Same bitch tried

to jump 'Bueso tonight.

He got away.

- Must have kept his phone. - No.

He kept his route.

These fuckers know our system.

They know our routine.

What you wanna do?

No time for thinking, man.

What the fuck you wanna do?

Tasha said something tonight about the Dominicans.

What they did with D-Lo, remember that?

That was some sick shit.

Why don't we take that to the next level?

Show everybody we ain't afraid to do dirt?

We do it right, it'll shut this shit down for good.

And if it doesn't?

Then we go to war.

Is that Nomar Arcielo?

Yes, sir, Agent Knox brought him in

for questioning last night.

I can't believe you kept the phone, Nomar.

That was incredibly stupid.

You can't prove it's mine.

Eight people live in that place.

Plus, you know us latinos.

We got a lot of cousins.

Could belong to any of us.

We know it's yours.

Vibora Ruiz had you arrange his meeting with Felipe Lobos.

Yes, Nomar, that's why you're here.

We don't want you. We don't even want your boss.

We want Lobos.

This is a list of all the numbers

dialed and received by that phone.

Your phone.

Just tell me which numbers belong to Lobos or his men.

You want me to rat on Felipe Lobos?

I rather live a couple more days.

Days. How about years?

I can have you doing hard time in Leavenworth

by the end of the week, getting fucked every day.

An hour of sunlight, if you're lucky.

I been inside already.

I was 19 and weak, too small to fight them off.

You get used to getting fucked.

Makes you appreciate a woman.

I'm a Soldado now.

I'm more powerful inside than I am out here.

This is gonna take a little longer than he thought.

Why don't I give it a try?

Can I have the room, please?

I don't think that's a good idea, Agent.

- This is my suspect. - I'll call you if I need you.

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I ran the numbers of the outgoing calls you made.

Mostly other burner cells.

Other Soldados, probably.

And the numbers that might be Lobos-related.

But one of the numbers you called

is actually registered.

You know which one?

No.

Your little secret you're hiding from Ruiz.

You've been calling Isabel, his 14-year-old daughter.

How could she know that?

The numbers were in my initial report,

the evidence you used to get the warrant.

You didn't cross-check them with the Ruiz file?

I guess she did.

Like I told el blanco,

the phone could've been used by anybody.

Maybe my cousin met her at school.

Could be, but who do you think Ruiz is going to believe,

you or me?

Especially after I show him this.

That's bullshit. That's a fucking fake!

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And when he lets the Soldado Nation know

you like to mess with little girls...

then we'll see what you get used to.

Or you can tell me everything you know about Lobos,

and your nasty pedophile bullshit

will stay our little secret.

Just sign the agreement

here and here.

Not bad.

What the fuck?

Whoever's fucking with us knows who they hired.

They'll get the message loud and clear.

Two days of street chatter and people will know

we're not the ones to fuck with.

And about the girl?

Calling J now.

- Julio. - Yeah.

Get some flowers, man. You're going to the hospital.

Where is room 1804?

That way, sir.

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Nice work in there.

Did Nomar really leave that picture

of the girl on his phone?

I grabbed it from a child porn case.

It's not even Isabel.

Good girl.

Hello?

You ain't seen fit to call to say

you weren't coming through last night?

- Jamie? - Stand a brother up

and pretend not to know his voice... okay.

I'm sorry about last night.

A work meeting came up.

I just wanted to make sure you're all right.

How about I make it up to you?

He left about half an hour ago.

I wanted him to take me to lunch.

Did he say when he'd be back?

No.

But he never does.

You want me to give him a call?

No, I'll do it.

I don't need an audience.

Mrs. St. Patrick.

Hey, are you okay?

I can't reach Ghost, and I'm starting to get worried.

I've got eyes on Mr. St. Patrick,

and he's just fine.

Okay.

Guess I feel better, then.

Shawn, could you do me a favor?

Don't tell Ghost I called.

He wouldn't like me checking up on him.

Can it be our little secret?

Yes, ma'am.

Our little secret.

Thanks for making it up to me, big spender.

You want the change?

Promise not to spend it all in one place.

Wow.

Haven't been here in years.

This was my favorite field trip back in the day.

They always put us on the bus in alphabetical order, man.

I had to work up a whole scheme just to sit next to you.

Jose Uribe always wanted all my lunch money.

So you didn't eat? Seriously?

It was worth it.

Come on.

Let's go inside, see the whale.

Okay.

Used to make me feel so small standing under here.

Thought I'd feel different when I got older.

I guess some things don't change.

Well, I don't think we'll get busted kissing

in the stairwell this time.

I was so embarrassed we got caught.

I wasn't.

I got you something

when you went to get the map.

One for each of us.

You dared me I wouldn't boost anything from the gift shop.

Yeah, I ate those words, didn't I?

I bought 'em this time.

Mm.

This is great. Thank you.

Look, Angie, I can't stop

thinking there must... must be a reason you came

in the club the other night.

A reason we're seeing each other again after all this time.

Me being around you...

me being with you...

it just feels right.

I know.

Me too.

Oh, fuck.

My phone didn't ring.

I gotta go, like, right now.

Jamie, I'm sorry.

Bye.

- Ghost call you? - Yeah.

How'd you do it without setting off the machines?

Hospitals are tricky.

Do what?

Boss told me to tell her she was promoted.

She's gonna start working with Marcus in the bank.

Yo, he didn't tell me to ice the chick.

Did I get it wrong?

Nope.

You ready with those deposit slips?

I don't like doing things this way.

But you get to keep your job for one more day.

It's a joke, man.

Lighten up.

Where's James?

He's in the back.

Should I get him?

Nope.

I am so sorry. I just stepped out for some air.

You scored major points with Collins today.

You're on his radar in a big way.

He wants you to come to his poker night next weekend.

Holder might be there. He'll be in town.

Holy shit.

Thank you, Frankie.

For the shot, for the support.

Totally justified.

You owned that little shit Saxe today.

But if you really want to compete with these guys,

you can't have an outside life.

They have wives. They have families.

But we can't.

We gotta be available 24/7.

You can't have kids, because the one time

you pick your baby over your case,

some asshole like Saxe gets your shot.

So what he's a dick?

You weren't there.

Today Collins came back after lunch

to invite you to poker personally.

You were M.I.A.

I'm sorry. It won't happen again.

Oh, I know it won't.

I know your file, Angela.

I know where you came from,

and I know how hard you worked to get here.

The stakes are even higher now.

Whoever he is,

he's not worth blowing your shot.

There's no man, Frankie.

Sure, Angela.

Hey, Mrs. St. Patrick. What are you doing here?

I need a ride home.

And when we're alone, you can call me Tasha.

It's okay. It's okay.

Daddy's here.

It's okay, Yasmine.

Daddy's here.

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