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Previously on Ghost...

That's your baby.

I can't have this baby around the life,

even if that means
I'm raising it by myself.

Listen, B, I can't be
a fuckin' pawn anymore.

I gotta control every fucking piece.

That's the only way I can
protect me and my family.

- Zion. You know him?
- I do.

He's trying to run me out of New York.

Well, he can't do that. I'll handle it.

But don't underestimate my family name

in these streets, all right?

Especially to somebody like Zion.

How 'bout we take this in the ring?

The winner, Cane!

I smoothed everything
over with Wiley Adams.

Your bid for the jet parts
contract isn't in jeopardy.

Anya told me that she
went to some sort of concert.

She came home with this.

- Yeah, but this isn't mine.
- I see.

- Belongs to you, right?
- Ain't mine.

- No?
- He's lyin'.

- Go on.
- Do I have to drag yo' ass out?

- The fuck are you implying, man?
- Didn't your fucking brother

get you this job?

That's what
your fuckin' problem with me is.

Okay. Calm down, everybody.

Detective Tate, keep your eyes on Tariq.

I'll keep mine on Monet.

One of them will lead us to the plug

and we'll snap the cuffs on all of 'em.

NYPD, surrender your weapon!

- Put 'em down now!
- Down!

I recognize you.

You killed Darien James.

I'm giving you an opportunity
to work with me.

You can keep the product
you stole tonight.

So I'll be expecting my cut soon.

Oh no, Ma. This is too cute.

- That's real cute.
- I like it.

Look, get anything you want.

You don't have to tell me twice.

I'm way too young to be
anybody's grandmother

but I'm all in.

Anything she needs, let me know.

Okay. I'm pretty sure it's a boy.

Girl, you been pregnant
all of two minutes

and you sure it's a boy.

Okay, well, I'm gonna turn
Cane's room into his room.

Well, I checked Stans field's
student center

and they have a lot of options
for students with kids.

Housing, daycare, meal plans.

Okay.

I'ma help him set up at Stansfield,

and I'm still convertin' Cane's room.

A'ight. Bet.

What does everybody want today? Shit.

D, it's Dru. We gotta go.

Come on, hurry up.
Pay for the globe. Let's go.

How dare you break our agreement

by selling drugs at your little parties.

Sorry you had to find out that way.

Yeah, well, you're lucky my
daughter showed up when she did.

Otherwise, you'd both be dead.

Well, I've been hanging out
with your daughter,

so I don't think killing us

would be the smartest
of your moves right now.

Yeah, she spent the night at my dorm...

If you value having the ability to speak,

I wouldn't saying a-fucking-nother word,

- all right?
- Listen. It's evident Anya

doesn't know about your... criminal side.

And obviously you wouldn't
want her to find out.

So that means killing both of y'all

would just solve that problem.

This is Agent Young's evidence
against your boss

proving she's a drug supplier.

Hm.

And I'm sure once Anya finds out

that you were the one to kill her father

she would never wanna see you again.

So if we should get hurt,

or anything was to happen to us,

I've arranged for information to be sent

to Anya and the police.

So I think we should,

go over these new terms of our deal.

You leave us the fuck alone.

How does that sound?

Piss off. Cunts.

Sounds good to me.

- I think she likes it.
- Yeah.

Think it works.

You know they just buyin' time, right?

Well, clearly. Well, lucky for them,

I have more pressing issues
at the moment.

I need to prepare for
my meeting with Wiley Adams.

I should be at that meeting too.

Not necessary.

Since our shipment was compromised

and we're a man down,

I need you to find out
who stole my product.

Okay, I'll do that after the meeting.

Listen, Noma, you wouldn't
have gotten Wiley

on the hook without me.

- You helped, but Davis...
- Davis?

The motherfucker without a law license?

He can't do shit that I can. Listen.

Let me help you close the deal.

I'll get you the contract you deserve.

What, so you're a man
of many talents now?

What, you thought I was just

a handsome motherfucker with a Glock?

We got a pass for now. What's next?

Gotta up our game.

It's the only way to get to the top.

Only a matter of time 'til Noma's

bowing down in front of us.

I like how you think, but you know

if we fuck this up, this bitch
is gonna kill us, right?

Yeah, that's why we gotta
vertically control

every aspect of the game,

from distributor to supplier.

That's how we become
the apex predators

and stay untouchable.

Seriously?

Y'all out here baby shopping

while you got me
chasing Carter all around town.

- You're fucking delusional.
- Watch your fucking mouth, Dru.

Okay, I'ma just go get
the rest of the stuff.

Yes, please do that.

- Go. Go. Go, go.
- Calm down.

Ma, we are fucked. Carter saw me.

So you ain't got shit we can use?

Nothin' that nobody's gonna care about.

Fuck!

Exactly.

- Fuck we gonna do now?
- We gon' calm the fuck down.

No dumb-ass cop
has ever controlled me.

You know that shit.

And this Carter nigga
ain't gon' be the first.

We just need to find out
who else he fuckin' wit'

and use that shit against him.

Keep your hands where I can see them!

- Hands up! Don't fuckin' move!
- Hands up! Hands up!

Hands fucking up!

- Now don't fucking move.
- All hands up!

Hands on the chair!

Where the fuck you going?

Fuck off of me!

Hands on the
motherfucking chair, let's go.

What the f...

Get your fucking hands off me!

Fuck off me!
Fuck you. I'm calling my lawyer.

Red, Red, Red.

I didn't think you even knew
how to use a phone, Red.

Every time I call, you don't answer.

I gotta round up my team

and pay you a personal fucking visit.

Put the phone down.

Now.

Everybody sit down. Sit the fuck down.

Now.

Fuck!

You shoppin'?

Okay.

- I assume you got my cut?
- That's why you here?

- For your cut?
- Yeah.

From the product I let you take
from that warehouse last night.

Our fucking cut.

My distros are still sellin'.

You may wanna stay on top of 'em.

A lot of people countin' on that money.

You know, there's something
I just can't figure out.

That RICO task force
that was after your ass,

they never found out
who your supplier was.

Look...

All our suppliers are dried up.

That's why the fuck we was stealin'

from the warehouse last night.

And whose stash was that?

Fuck if I know.
You the detective. You tell me.

You keep forgetting

that I am the only thing

between you and 25 to life.

Or death.

Let's try that again.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

Wait, don't do this.

Who did you steal the drugs from?

- Look...
- Give me a name!

I don't know where the shit came from.

Who was it?

I don't know where it came from!

I just know where it was going.
I'm dead serious.

Get me a name fuckin' fast.

These yours? Hm?

How many kids you got?

None.

Pretty big haul for no kids.

Nieces? Nephews?

Thank you for donating to
the policemen's holiday drive.

You can keep that one.

Get the fuck outta my house.

All right, get him up.

- Whoa, whoa! Where the fuck...
- Cuff him.

- Back the fuck up!
- Where y'all taking him?

What are you arresting me for, man?

I thought shit was cool.

I got something for you to do.

This is some bullshit.

In the meantime, you know
your fuckin' assignment.

Son of a...

See, Ma? This is exactly
what I'm talking about.

I'm having a baby.

I'm not selling drugs
for the fucking NYPD.

Look, Diana, just go back to school.

I'll deal with this shit.

Fuck!

Mr. Adams.

I appreciate your expedience.

I'm eager to commence

what I hope will be
a long and fruitful partnership

with the U.S. government.

I've ensured that any red tape
will be bypassed.

And your... your BIPOC status

moves you to the front of a very short list

of jet parts suppliers.

Well, what we're expecting
for our company

is that we're the only name on that list.

Hm. And as I've assured you both,

as soon as I receive
the remainder of my fee,

well, we'll be good as gold.

My God! What the hell?!

- You hit?
- No.

Fuck!

Get my money!

Shit.

Don't touch him!

Don't touch him!

Yo, why the fuck does Carter
want me in here?

Lower your fuckin' voice.

You remember those guys you
were working with last night?

You mean the ones
you and Carter killed?

Yeah, that's the thing.
One of them, Zay, survived.

He's in the fucking infirmary.
So you need to finish him off

before he can talk about Ice's murder

and fuck up our operation.

How the fuck am I supposed
to kill somebody in here

and not get caught?

We're countin' on you being
smart enough to figure it out.

Quickly.

You got 24 hours.

Because if you don't, I promise

you'll die in here.

And then your sister
and then your moms,

and not necessarily in that fuckin' order.

Try me.

Come on, mommy's boy.

Thattaboy.

Okay.

Hit me up when it's done

and we'll talk about getting you out.

I need one of those.

Here you go.

Your schoolyard antics
nearly got me killed.

You taunted that behemoth
with your fists

and he came back with guns
aimed squarely at me.

And worse, he killed the wanker,

leaving me without a means

to secure the bloody federal contract.

I saved your fuckin' life.

All right? Or did you fuckin' forget?

I can't believe the fucking
gonads on you.

Yeah, I hear that a lot.

So fucking big, right?

Perhaps too big
for your own fucking good.

The fuck are we gonna do about Zion?

Huh?

Do you know, I wouldn't be surprised

if it was him who
stole my drugs last night.

I need him gone, ASAP.

I already got motherfuckers
on it, all right?

He's as good as dead. In the meantime,

we'll figure out a way
to get you that contract.

What's up?

Excuse me, miss. You have a visitor.

Oh, good.

You're here.

I need you to work your magic
with the Russians.

Thought I did that already.

You're funny.

I want them to buy more product.

I still have a surplus
and I know they can move it.

I'll talk to 'em.

- Anything else?
- That'll be all.

- I'll walk you out.
- Cane.

We still have business to discuss.

Zion.

Why the fuck did you kill Wiley Adams?

The fuck you care? He's just
another fucking drug dealer.

Wiley Adams is a D.C. power
broker, you fuckin' shithead.

Put a muzzle on your bitch, Carter.

This shit ain't got nothin' to do with me.

NYPD has a video of your guy
stealing the Bronco

you used to do the job.

How long you think it's gonna take

for them to tie it back to you?

Every cop in the city

is gonna be looking for you.

You broke our fuckin' agreement.

No innocent bloodshed.

Listen, man, I was just fuckin' wit' em.

All right, that white
dumb motherfuckin' nigga

ran in front of my damn bullets.

Wasn't even my motherfuckin' target.

Who was?

Does it fuckin' matter?

Yes. Yes, it does.

You provide info, we protect.

No info, no protection.

Come on, get the fuckin' shit up, man!

You better keep fuckin' protectin' me.

Or else our little deal gonna go public.

I need a place to lay low.

Yeah.

Yeah.

All right.

Go to this address.

It's an off-the-books safe house.

Nobody's gonna find you there.

And don't do anything until
you hear from me, all right?

Don't kill anyone else.

Fuck.

Fuck!

End him. Now.

- Felicia.
- What?

Quick and discreet.

We can't have this come back on us.

Not with IAB sniffin' around.

Cane. Listen.

What you want, Ma? I'm on the clock.

Look, you need to put some
distance between you and Noma.

I hear some heat's comin' on her.

Yeah, and then come
runnin' back to you?

Ain't happenin'. I'm good.

Look, Cane, I'm tellin' you,

you ain't good.

Ma, you're just pissed
you're on the sidelines

and I'm makin' moves.

Look, won't you fuckin' listen?

I'm here tryin' to protect your stupid ass.

"Stupid ass"?

Get out, Monet. I don't need you.

And protect yourself!

Fuck!

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

I don't know if that was so hot

because it was

or because I know it would
piss my mom off.

So what, you let your mom
tell you what to do?

Uh, yeah, okay. No.

The opposite.

She actually told me
to stay away from you.

What the fuck did I do?

I don't know. She went on and on about

how she read some unsettling
news about you and your family.

I get it. I mean, look,

I been accused
of some shit that I didn't do.

My dad did a lot of selfish shit that,

you know, hurt the family but...

I ain't nothin' like that nigga.

Damn, you rushin' and shit.

Why don't you tell me
what your parents do?

Tell me what they life like.

My father was in the oil business.

So you got money?

He was murdered a few months ago.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Yeah. It was really fucked up.

I can't really talk about it.

Yeah, I know that feeling.

But I mean, my mom
is a fucking badass.

Like, she runs an international
conglomerate,

so she's always traveling
around the world.

Any place that she visits
a little more often than others?

Well, I mean she's
based in Milan and London

but she's been spending
a lot more time here

since my dad died.

Which is so weird

because we've never spent
so much time in the same city.

So you fly with her a lot?

I mean, all over Europe, Asia and South America.

But I've been begging her
to take me to Nigeria,

like where her family's from

and she never does.

It's so... She's like, my God,

she's so selfish.

She goes there all the time

to visit her brother and never takes me.

- Why is that?
- I don't know.

She says, "It's not safe."

Well, she's so fucking paranoid.

Them boots is just kicking your ass.

Shut the fuck up.

Anyway...

Solid eight.

Shoot for ten next time?

Yeah?

Peace.

What now?

Detective Lewis.

This is Sergeant Will Astor of IAB.

What can I do for you, Detective?

I've been trying to reach you.

We've received a few pings in regard

to your use of excessive force.

Wwell, you know,

"excessive force" is just criminal code

for "We don't like cops that are"

"too good at their jobs," right?

Wrong answer.

We need you to come in
within an hour. No excuses.

Should I contact my rep?

Up to you.

See you soon either way.

Fuck!

Fuck.

Where's Monet?

I don't know.
I'm sure you have her number.

- Where the fuck is she?
- I said I don't know.

Monet!

What is your problem?

Weren't you already here earlier?

There's nothing else here.

Are you serious?

Okay, hey. Let's start over, huh?

Look, Diana, I know...

I know we got off on the wrong foot.

I wanted to apologize for that.

I know I can come off a little strong.

Strong? Really? Whatever.

Carter is not the easiest
person to work for.

In fact, he's got me in a jam right now

and I could really use
your help getting out of it.

And why should I help you?

Because I need to handle
something for Carter

and I can't be in two places at once,

and Monet isn't here.

So I need you to be the one to handle it.

Handle what?

There's a dealer Carter
needs taken off the board.

You need to pay him a visit
and take him out.

Bitch, do I look like fucking
Colombiana to you?

I'm a college student. I don't kill people.

You gonna tell me you don't
know how to use a gun?

Yeah.

You know how to pull a trigger.

We both know that you and your family

have been up to your asses
in the drug game

for decades.

So guess what?

Yeah.

You kill people.

Don't act like any of this is foreign to you.

Well, I'm sure you have someone
else who can take care of it.

He knows my people.

He won't see you as a threat.

I will text you the address on this phone.

I'll tell him that you're gonna
make a delivery for us.

Pop him and get out.
He goes by the name Zion.

No, no. Fuck no. You got me fucked up.

I already told you, I'm not doing it.

- Really?
- Get outta my house.

Because if you don't, I'll see to it

your brother dies in jail.

You're a bitch.

- Yeah, I get that a lot.
- I bet you do.

Fucking get it done
and call me when it's over.

Just this, please.

- We need to talk.
- Is everything okay? What's up?

It's not the baby, Tariq.

Okay, talk to me.

Listen.

There's a lot going on right now,

and, Tariq, I don't know
if I can trust you yet.

D, come on, listen to me.

That shit is gonna have to stop.

A'ight? You're about to be
the mother of my kid.

We gotta do this the right way.

What's up?

You okay? What's going on?

I see she's still alive.

Yeah, 'cause things change, Effie.

Clearly.

You guys are super cute. Very cozy.

Guess you're more forgiving
when someone tries to kill you

than you are when they try
to protect you.

You know what Effie, um, Diana's
going through a lot right now.

So...

Looks to me like she's going
through her first trimester.

If she's trying to keep that shit low,

telling BruShandria was just
fucking stupid.

- You shut the fuck up...
- I thought it was a rumor,

but now that I see Diana throwing up,

it makes so much sense.

Mind your fucking business, Effie.

Please.

Thank you.

Oh, shit.

It's yours.

You gotta be fucking kidding me, Tariq.

What is the plan?

Effie, shut the fuck up.

What, you gonna start a family,
play house?

- Break some generational curses?
- Shut the fuck up.

Hey Diana.

I was just telling Tariq

that you should consider an abortion.

Because with you two as parents,
your baby's screwed.

Well, since you wanna give
advice so damn bad,

here's some for you.

You keep fuckin' my brother,

Noma's gonna put a bullet in your skull.

You like being his little
side piece that much?

You like being his?

Any bitch can make a baby, Diana.

- Doesn't make you special.
- Fuck you, Effie.

Fuck you, Diana.

Listen...

Listen, don't worry
about that bitch, okay?

I don't give a fuck about no
fuckin' jealous-ass Effie, okay?

Listen, my... my family
is in serious trouble.

Wait, wait...

What the fuck is going on?

- What the fuck?
- Yep.

Diana's supposed to kill Zion.

Okay.

Did she say why?

Basically Monet got them
in a situation with a plug.

Said you gotta kill Zion or... you know.

All right, well, who's the connect?

Diana won't say.

Zion's racking up enemies.

What's that supposed to mean?

Zion tried to kill Noma today.

Yeah.

But murdered a government official

she was working with instead.

Cost her a whole lot of money.

Okay.

So let me guess.
Noma wants to kill Zion now.

Without a doubt.

So then, Diana just gave us a gift.

We can use that to get back in
with Noma.

By "we," you mean "you," motherfucker.

Whatever the case may be,
if she wants the nigga's head,

we can use that kill
and get a deal with Noma.

Something better than what
we already have with Zion.

More for you and more for me.

- Yes, exactly.
- I'll set up the meet.

Bet.

What up, Cane?

What you want, Scoop? You seen Zion?

Nah, I hear he's laying low.

All right. You know where?

Why the hell would I tell you if I did?

Wait, we got a fuckin' problem?

Yeah, my brother got shot
and tossed in jail last night.

Motherfucker, what that
got to do with me?

You and the rest of your
bitch-ass family put him there!

Now you ready to chill the fuck out

and explain to me what the fuck
you talkin' about?

Or should I continue?

Monet was looking for soldiers.

And Zay eager ass

been wanting to get down
with y'all for years.

All y'all had to do
was take care of him, man.

Well, that ain't got shit to do with me.

All right? And the next time
you fuckin' pull a gun on me

will be your last.

What's the word, Red?

You called me here.
Whose drugs you steal?

Brighton Beach Russians.

Ran by this ugly motherfucker
named Vadim.

Fucking Russians?

I know Vadim. He's a slippery fucker.

But I just seized his, uh,
product off the docks.

How'd he get a new connect so fast?

Look, I don't know.

I'm not your fuckin' CI.
I just know they were there.

Is that it?

One thing for sure.

They ain't playing by none of them

fucked-up rules you got going.

They'd rather be dead than to be
fuckin' led by the NYPD.

Vadim's a fuckin' killer

who don't give a shit
about what happens to anybody.

Well... thanks for the intel.

That wasn't so fuckin' hard.

Wait, hold, hold, hold the fuck up. I...

I gave you a name.

I want Dru home.

I'll give you a call when his job is done.

See, what you need to know
about my rules...

Enlighten me.

Is that you fuckin' hurt my kid,

and I'm comin' for you.

Threatening an officer of the law,

well, that's a felony, Red.

I look like I give a fuck, officer?

Do I?

Yo, this shit is inhumane.

How they even allowed
to feed us this mess?

Yeah, well, at least it's hamburger day.

Fuck hamburger day.

My boy, Keyon.

Don't look over here.
I'm coming to you, baby.

Kinda hungry too.

Thank you.

Anyway...

Fuck you care anyways?

You about to get up outta here
soon as your lawyer

- make that deal.
- Facts.

The only thing these pig
motherfuckers hate

more than criminals is crooked cops.

Carter's my get-out-of-jail-free card.

I'll be out eating Red Lobster in no time.

Damn, Roman, you ain't gotta rub
it in a nigga's face and shit.

What the fuck you looking at, Tejada?

Shit.

You wanna take my burger too?

Man, sit your faggot-ass down.

I already got claims on Keyon's ass.

Yo, this nigga tweaking, yo.

Get him!

That's it!

Come on!

I'm gonna run some tests

to make sure you're not suffering

from any internal bleeding.

A'ight.

Orderly! Code blue, 6A!

Code blue, 6A!

All right, guys, it's the fuckin' Russians.

Ed, you take the hallway.

Nico, you come in through the kitchen.

Kamaal, you come in
through the front door with me,

make sure nobody gets away.

I need Vadim alive.

A'right? We gotta get his supplier.

Roger that. Let's get
these motherfuckers.

Congrats on your daughter.

Princeton?

Early acceptance.

Noma wants to know if you're
interested in more product.

This is, something we can discuss

if she's offering a discounted rate.

We're not fucking Costco.

You know that.

NYPD! Hands! Hands!

Let's see your hands!

I'm clear! I'm covering the rear!

Go, go!

All right.
Around the back on three. One...

- One, two, three.
- Two, three.

Fuck.

Fuck.

NYPD! Down!
Get on your fucking knees!

Get down!

- Please don't shoot.
- What you got there, baby girl?

Please don't shoot.

No, no, no. Please.

Here.

Hold on. Where you going?

Gun down.

Good boy.

You took one in the back, huh?

Yeah, took it in the vest.

All right, come on.
Let's get you checked out.

Come on. You'll be good.

This better be good news.

It's done.

I knew you had it in you.

Let me guess, you wanna get out now?

There's something else.

Go on.

Just to be clear, this is a negotiation.

I'm not giving you shit for free.

I don't think you're in a position

to make any deals, inmate.

I don't think you're in a
position to fuckin' ignore me.

Someone's about to take down
Carter's entire organization.

Now where would that leave you?

Now I can take care of him
while I'm in here,

but only if you agree to my terms.

Who is it?

Do we have a deal?

Yeah, look, I'll talk to
Carter, you have my word.

Who's the rat?

Roman.

He's got an appointment with the feds.

Good lookin' out.

I will take out your snitch
on two conditions.

One:

I won't be anyone's bitch soldier.

Make me a lieutenant or however
the fuck you say it.

I want protection and access.

And two:

I want you all to leave
my sister and my mother

the fuck alone, you hear me?

You're out of your league, bro.

Yeah?

All right, the way I see it,

I take out Roman, you owe me,

I don't, you're fucked.

Fuck are you doing here?

"You hungry, Cane?"

"Yeah, Mom, I am."

The fuck do you want, Cane?

You know somebody hit one
of Noma's shipments

the other night?

Sounds like a you and Noma problem.

I'm just trying to figure out
who would be bold enough

no, stupid-as-fuck enough

to try to pull some shit
like that, you know?

Well, you know the game.

Coulda been anybody.

Yeah, and it could be you.

Me, nigga?

Really?

Boy, that fuckin' Givenchy pussy
got you fucked up, huh?

You buggin' the fuck out.

That's why you've been trying
to protect me?

Come on, Ma, we both know
you've been gunnin' for Noma

since she retired your ass.

But what the fuck
is you out here planning

where I need to protect myself from?

Boy, fuck you and Noma.

You don't think the streets is talkin'?

How you lookin' for soldiers?

How Zay and Ice been trying to
get down with the Tejada family

since way back?

Everybody wanna be down with us.

They know what's up.

You know Zay got shot?

That's supposed to be my fault?

Zay's brother thinks so.

And why you suppose that is?

You know what, Cane?

I don't know why I keep trying with you.

Your dumb ass is so fuckin'
pussy-whipped

you can't even fuckin' see straight.

And you forgot who the fuck I am
in all of this.

That's the thing, Mom.

I know exactly who the fuck you are.

Look, the next time you come
accusing me of some shit,

you make sure you got more
than some fuckin'

"streets is talk in" bullshit.

Now get the fuck outta my house.

Way better than your cooking.

Yeah, fuck you, little nigga.

Didn't think I'd have the displeasure

of seeing you again so soon, Tariq.

You know deep down inside
you fuck with me, Noma.

Come on.

Tariq has a proposal.

Yeah, I hear Zion's giving you
some fuckin' trouble.

He's hiding out right now, but
we got the drop on his location.

Could take care of that for you.

With Zion gone, Tariq will need
a new connect.

Why would you kill him for me?

Well, I wanna be back
in business with you.

Of course with some

you know, more favorable terms
than I have with Zion.

You fancy yourself
a shrewd businessman.

Well, based on the last
conversation we had...

I think you'd prefer we stay friends?

We'll never be friends, Tariq.

I've grown weary of your threats.

Let's not make another deal
with this cornball.

All right? I'll take care of Zion, and then...

Kill Zion by the end of the day,

and we'll have a deal.

If not, I'll be more than happy
to dispose of you both.

Say no more.

I can't believe you gave in to this nigga.

Well, if you hadn't created
my Zion problem,

I wouldn't have had to make
a deal with Tariq, would I?

Were you able to confirm
that Zion raided my stash?

- I'm working on it.
- Oh Baby.

I hate it when you
over promise and under deliver.

I've killed for less.

No.

- Have you lost your mind?
- You fuckin' trippin', man.

You high or somethin'?

Fuck, bro, what?

This is bullshit.

Man, you guys are no fucking fun.

- Get the fuck off the stage.
- You guys are no fuckin' fun.

I put this shit on.

This is fuckin' bullshit.

- Fuck me.
- The fuck is wrong with you?

- You high or somethin'?
- No! Bro, look at this.

I was just joking.
We're doing so much volume,

who fucking cares?

What?

Better tighten the fuck up.
You're slipping.

We got a issue.

Bro, we gotta take out Zion.

What? We're killing Zion?

- Tonight.
- Ah, fuck.

Wait, B, text him right now.

Tell him we're ready
for a re-up, cash ready,

and that we're about
to make our way there.

All right, bet.

Whoa, leaving so soon?

But the party is just getting started.

Listen, Anya, I gotta-gotta go take care

of some business, a'ight?

- Really?
- Yeah.

Anya, not tonight, baby.

I'm sorry.

Yo, you're good, right?

Remember what I told you, stay cool

and just be ready for anything.

What's this little fucker up to?

Yo, you got the shit?

- Motherfucker.
- What the fuck?!

You motherfucker.

Oh fuck.

Motherfucker.

Shit, man. Fuck.

Ain't this some shit.

Carter recruited y'all too.

Now he'll own you like he owned me.

Ain't nobody gonna own me, nigga.

A'ight, Lil Ghost.

I see you.

Not no more.

Come on, Tariq. Damn.

All right.

I'ma burn these clothes,

head back to Stansfield,
establish our alibi.

D, what's up? You good?

I hadn't heard from you. I was nervous.

Don't worry about it.
Everything's taken care of.

Thank you, Tariq.

Really.

Come on, you know I'd do
anything for you and that baby.

You're okay though, right?

Look, all this shit going on

and all this baby wants is cookies.

Hollie's is still open.

You wanna meet me there?

Maybe we can talk?

Yeah, yeah. I'm on my way.

So?

Do we know for certain
who stole my drugs?

I was right.

It was Zion.

Fucking bastard.

I knew from the moment
he approached me

he'd be nothing but trouble.

Yeah, well, you don't have
to worry about him anymore.

- Zion is dead.
- I know, but

we've just traded one problem
for another.

The cops, the fucking Carter task force

raided the Russians today.

Yeah. Vadim escaped but he's not happy.

We may have lost his business.

Was Effie there?

How cute.

You're concerned for your little girlfriend.

Come on, Noma,
she's one of your soldiers.

Okay? You're supposed
to care about your soldiers.

She survived. Barely.

Let me know if she needs anything.

Dusty.

Here's your cut from the Russian bust.

- Thanks.
- How'd it go with IAB?

- I handled it.
- You gotta be careful.

Can't call too much attention to yourself

or this task force.
These people don't fuck around.

Could really blow up our operation.

I said I handled it.

Motherfucker.

Go away.

It's me.

Effie, don't make me kick this door down.

What the fuck do you want?

Heard about the raid at the Russian bar.

Just wanted to make sure you was okay.

I mean, you're checking on
Noma's best soldier?

Her lifeline to the Russian pipeline?

Effie, you know I don't give
a fuck about that.

Cane, please.

Please don't act like you care about me.

You know I fucking care about you.

It's your ass that keep pushing me away.

So maybe just listen this time.

I don't know if I can do this shit anymore.

Diana.

How the fuck did you find me?

The burner phone, you stupid bitch.

- Oh my God. Yo, you don't have...
- Come here.

Come here, we're gonna talk.

What are you doing?

What happened with Zion?

I fucking told you to handle it,

not fuckin' Tariq St. Patrick.

What did you tell him about us?

I ain't tell him shit, a'ight?

- I handled it.
- Bullshit. What does he know?

You put me and the entire team
in fucking jeopardy.

Carter's gonna fucking kill us both.

You know what? Fuck this.

You can be Carter's bitch
if you want to. I'm good.

Take your stupid ass phone.

- Fuck you say to me?
- Get the fuck off me.

Bitch! Fuck you!

You like that?

Fuck you!

Wait, please don't...

Please!

You're my bitch now.

Long day, Kamaal.

Why couldn't we talk in the office, man?

'Cause I couldn't say what I have to say.

Your task force is compromised.

The fuck you talking about?

You got a dirty cop on the squad.

Dirty cop?

Who?

Detective Nico Halston.

I think he's working with the Tejadas.

He was Dru Tejada's booking officer

and I got the records.

Okay.

So? So what?

So?

Zay, he survived
the stash house raid, right?

But then he died in the jail infirmary.

From his injuries, yes.

No, no, no, I don't think so.

Dru, he was in the infirmary

when Zay died.

That's too much of a coincidence, Carter.

Kamaal, you're

you're making a leap here, man. Just...

I don't think so. I don't.

And Nico

he took cash. I saw him take
cash from the Russian raid.

And he didn't book it in evidence

because I checked.

You're right.

Well then, let's go arrest his ass.

No.

What you mean, "No"?

When my wife was murdered,

I realized that,

in order to make the streets safe,

we had to get just as dirty
as those fuckin' animals.

So you knew. It's not just Nico.

We are doing God's work.

Don't you wanna be a part of that?

Huh?

To truly make a difference.

You're smart, you're talented,

and from the moment you joined
this task force,

we have made so much progress.

Imagine...

Imagine what we could do together.

You know, if it's

if it's money

that you want,

I can take care of you.

You know, it's a whole lot...

I gotta take in,
so I'm gonna take a second.

Fuck.

Should've listened to me.

Diana.

Diana, get up.

Fuck. Fuck.

Somebody help!

Somebody fuckin' help me!