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Previously on Ghost...

I saw you macking
on that other chick too, man.

She moving weight for you?

What?
Fuck no.

Dude, it's cool. I just--
I can help.

What's up, Scott?

Don't you have anything

we can actually
have fun with, Macklemore?

No, man.
I'm all out.

You're always fucking out, bro.

Dude, I told you,
we can make fucking bank here.

If you had an accomplice,

you have to tell me
who it is.

They might expose you.

That won't happen.

Is it your son?

- Tameika, you're fired.
- What?

Tasha, you will lose your deal.

Get out!

Your mother was supposed
to take that sweet-ass deal

that Tameika and I got for her.

Wait, so that deal was you?

I signed a waiver so that
she could represent your mom.

It was handled.

She knew
where to find the body,

but she did not commit
that murder.

She's not physically capable.

So it is reasonable to assume

that maybe she ordered the hit
to shut him up?

-Yes, but--
-That's all, Your Honor.

Whatever happens in our house,
it stays in our house.

Stansfield got me
keeping Zeke in school

so he could play ball,
and that's what Monet wants.

Me and you,
we on the same team, nigga.

And then we had sex

in his office.

How can I fix this?

When you have to be with him,
only talk about work.

Never be alone together...

and never close the door.

Your mom is Monet,
and your father is...

Lorenzo Tejada.

What's he in there for?

What you think?

How can you stay with a guy
who's inside for life?

You know what Lorenzo's name
get me in these streets?

Protection.

You have a way of talking
to your father?

Why?

Tariq's mom
needs a friend inside.

He asked if I can get her
a morning-after pill.

I can work with that.

What can you find out for me

on a kid named
Tariq St. Patrick?

Hey, uh, y'all are cool if
I settle up next week, right?

Where's my money at, huh?

Where's my money?
Where's my money?

Here.

What the fuck is this?

It's all I got!
I swear!

I'll get the rest to you
by next week.

Next week.

You think we wait,
giving you till next week, huh?

Yo, this nigga's
un-fucking-reliable--

Yo! Yo, yo, yo, yo.
It's good. It's good.

-It's good.
-Stupid!

Go ahead. Go ahead.

My nigga,
you got until Friday.

Or I ain't stopping him
next time.

Forty fucking dollars?
Come on, man!

Oh, well,
you got soft-ass knuckles.

What took y'all
so damn long?

Oh, what you mean?

Between all the chatting up
and beating down,

it's not like we're collecting;
this shit takes time.

Baby bro, you gotta put in time
with all the people, okay?

That's how this works.

Everything the sun touches
is ours.

If you don't get that Lion King
shit the fuck up outta here...

I'm just saying, though.

You gotta make sure
everybody in the kingdom

feels the love.

You're dumb,
just so you know.

Fuck!

Looks like your loving
didn't work.

Yo, these GTG niggas
are bugging.

Let me see that shit.

Wow, they stay doing
that dumb shit.

It's like they want the cops
all up in their business.

And ours too.

Run that shit back.
What's Lil' Guap even saying?

Who cares, nigga?

You about to write
this shit down?

-Let's go.
-What-what you gonna do?

I'm about to go tell
these niggas real politely

that they fucking
with our money.

You gotta tell Ma.

Tell me what?

Y'all got ten seconds
to tell me

what the fuck
is going on in here.

Look, it's GTG celebrating.

Oh, fuck these little niggas.

Exactly.
It's on.

Way to go, Diana.

I'm not gonna allow you
to let me go out there

with my ass
hanging out again, Tasha!

You need to stop lying
to us right now.

I'm not lying!

And Saxe knows damn well
I didn't kill Terry Silver.

Terry loved me.

He wanted me to turn on Ghost.

He was trying to save me,
and Ghost killed him.

Then how did you know
where to find Silver's body?

I know the man I married.
I guessed.

Even if that was the truth,
Saxe made it look

like you were involved.

If the judge bought it,
so will the jury.

But that's not what happened.

It's not the truth
that matters!

It's what we can sell
to a jury.

Okay, fine.
Then put me on the stand.

No. Absolutely not.

With your lying ass?

No, if you let me
get on the stand

and-and tell my side
of the story,

the jury will believe me.

You get other women,
other mothers on the stand,

they'll understand.

I'm stronger than any bullshit
Saxe will try to come up with.

Okay.

What? No!

We'll play it your way.
We'll put you on the stand.

Thank you.

Have you lost your mind?

She hasn't been straight
with us from the beginning.

If she testifies,
we have no idea

what could happen to her
on cross.

-She cannot take the stand.
-I know that.

But our client doesn't.

Correct me if I'm wrong,
Mr. St. Patrick,

but they have clocks
in the freshmen dorms, right?

Yes, sir, they do.

And you've heard the phrase

"punctuality is a virtue"?

"Of the bored."

I'm sorry?

"Punctuality is a virtue
of the bored," sir.

Evelyn Waugh.

Well, then I trust you're late
because you actually bothered

to finish the book this time.

Yes, The Apology.
I finished it, sir.

Good. Well, then
we can begin with you.

What do we learn about virtue
from Socrates' actions

in front of the Athenian court?

Nothing.

I feel like Socrates
was very stupid

to not defend himself,
actually.

Uh, I see.

Your remedial analysis
shouldn't surprise me.

It's why I told
Professor Milgram

Canonical Studies
was too advanced for you.

This proves my point.
Okay, let's move on.

I read the book.

And I understand it.

I just didn't find any virtue
in Socrates' actions.

He chose to make a mockery
of the-of the courtroom,

of his peers,

to condescend to the jury

and forget of those accusations
levied against him.

That's why he died.
You find that virtuous?

Socrates was making a point
about the invalidity

of the accusations
against him, okay?

I-is there no room--

Socrates was a victim
of his own hubris.

Some men believe that their
status grants them immunity

from the rest of us,
like they're above the law.

Men like that meet their end.

So thousands of years

of scholarship on Socrates
is all incorrect

in your opinion?

Including my own.

Look, virtue is in the eye
of the beholder.

Okay, someone that thinks
they're so much smarter

than another is blind.

I mean, even a scholar
could be wrong.

Well, it's original.

I'm sure it'll make
for a very interesting paper.

Okay, let's go to page 25,
please.

Yo, is this nigga
trying to fail?

I don't know what he's doing.

Why the fuck
he try to embarrass me

with that stupid-ass
"do they have clocks" bullshit?

That nigga just gonna fail me.

Look, this is college, Tariq.

If you want to pass,
sit down, shut up,

and say what he wants to hear.

You want me to act
like I agree even if I don't?

No, you don't have to agree,

but coming for him
isn't gonna do you any favors.

You need to play the game,
especially with Simmons.

But he was wrong.

You want me to just
let him win?

Is winning
that important to you?

You know, you're a lot
like my brother,

always needing to win.

But when the pressure got
too much, he ended up in rehab.

Damn.
I'm sorry to hear that.

It's okay.

But you need to let the people

who want to help you
help you.

Like me.

Yeah, maybe I will,
but right now, I gotta go.

Looks like
you dropped something.

How'd you get it?

A friend.

Are you a friend of mine,
Laila?

Why you want a friend at MCC?

Don't nobody stay here
past their trial.

It seems dumb to make a friend
at a bus stop.

But it's clear
you've been here before,

and you know Marshal Meredith,
and I hope you know

whoever made you want
that morning-after pill.

COs ain't friends.

And he ain't a bad way
to pass the time.

See, that's what I mean.

You know how to move in here.

By the looks of it,
so do you.

What's your name again?

Tasha.
Tasha Green.

Hey, Marshal?

You got anything else
for me to do today?

I got another job to get to.

Nah, thanks, Bishop.
You can go.

Green?
I thought I heard St. Patrick.

Yeah, well, that name
follows me around

whether I like it or not.

We cut him off.

But he keeps saying
he's gonna tell the superintendent

if we don't sell to him.

Yo, boss, you busy?

Nope.

'Cause they were losing anyway.

Peace.

- Ricky.
- What's up?

One or two days in the infirmary.

To give him some time to cool down.

Okay, boss.

Want a beer?

Got another job today.

Good for you.

Did you do what I asked?

Yeah, yeah, I put the phone
and the pill in her cell.

But she didn't take the pill.

I mean, I couldn't really see,
but I think she gave it away.

-She gave away the pill?
-Yeah. Look.

So she's not
fucking a CO.

Would you look at that?

I gotta take this.

A'ight.

Hey, baby,
is this an emergency?

We didn't schedule a call.

We got a problem.

Lil' Guap and his boys
keep posting on the Internet.

They're gonna get us all
roped up.

That guy is an idiot.

-He's harmless.
-Yeah, until one of our names

is in their mouths
when they looking at time.

We gotta cut these niggas
off now.

Mo, Mo, listen.

You know I can't do that.

Lil' Guap's father
took a bullet for me.

Send Dru to talk to him.

Dru ain't gonna
convince Guap of nothing.

-But Cane can handle it.
-I didn't say Cane.

I said Dru.

Call me when it's done.

Hey, yo.

So?

What did Pops say?

Dru's gonna handle it.

-Dru?
-They not gonna listen to me.

But you bet your ass
Lil' Guap and his homeboys

will listen to me.

I said Dru's gonna handle it.

Diana and I have
Zeke's game tomorrow.

You can go then.

A'ight.

Cane, I want you to go
with your brother

and watch his back.

But I don't want him to see you
or even know you're there.

You understand?

Your father wants him to learn
how to do this himself.

Am I clear?

Yeah, I got you, Ma.

I think that paper due
the day after tomorrow.

You think?

Bro, I have a paper due
the same exact day.

Yeah, I forgot.
I've been busy.

I don't got time
to write two papers.

I got a game tomorrow.
I can't write the paper then.

All right, man, fine.
I got you.

You my mans.
I owe you, 'Riq.

Yeah, matter of fact,
you could get me now.

I gotta talk
to your Auntie Monet.

About?

Permission.

I wanted to ask her
for permission

to date Diana.

I know Diana wouldn't
go against Monet's word--

Monet don't let Diana date.

And after dinner at her house
the other night,

she wants me to keep fam

separate from my school life,
so...

Hmm.
School life means me.

Hey, you and me,
we good, but...

Monet's word is law.

I'm on fire!

Where are you taking me?
I want my lawyer.

Oh, you'll see him.

You got
a court appearance today.

Court appearance?

He didn't tell me
anything about that.

If it's last-minute,
that ain't good.

Bye, buddy.

Paula, what the hell
is going on?

I wasn't prepared
for court today.

I can't show up
looking like this.

You're right about that.

Who are they?

Them?

They're here to make you
look innocent

or what the jury will think
looks innocent.

What is this hearing about?

All rise.

The court of the Eastern
District of New York

Criminal Division
is now in session.

The Honorable Judge Burton
presiding.

Everyone seated.

Bailiff, we're ready
for the jury.

-Jury?
-P-please, hold the jury.

Davis, what the fuck
is going on?

Okay, look,
this is a mock trial,

a dress rehearsal.

The judge, bailiff, jury,

all of them have signed
a nondisclosure agreement.

So anything you say
is protected.

Hey, you wanted to tell
your side of the story.

Prove to me right here today

that I should put you
on the stand.

So you got me dressed up like
fucking Black Malibu Barbie

so you could play make believe?

Look, this is set up
like a real trial.

Treat it like one.

You're paying these people
and the jury by the hour.

Should we get started?

This is a waste
of my time and my money.

I know that I can
convince a jury

that I'm not a queenpin.

I already told you that.

Well, tell them.

Bailiff, get the jury.

Unbelievable.

Yo.

-Yo.
-A'ight.

Dr. Mehta almost gave me
the whole nine.

Urine sample, blood test.

-Man, I fucking hate needles.
-That's fucked up.

I mean, you still got
the prescription pages,

-though, right?
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I took a couple
when she was out of the room,

but I could only grab a few.

A few is all we need.

It's not all the way
lined up yet,

but I'm working on getting us
a new supplier.

Good, 'cause I gotta go
out of state

to get these scrips filled;
I'm not looking

to kick it in Connecticut
in my fucking free time.

Yeah, that shit is not lit.

But you know how to write
the prescriptions, though,

like the coding and all
of that shit, right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
my sister has had an Addy scrip

since she was, like,
fucking 12,

so got that shit memorized.

-You coming with?
-Nah, I gotta stay back.

You know, distract Scott so we
don't have no competition.

You feel me?
But yo, make sure you go

to, like, mom-and-pop
pharmacies.

They don't call
or ask questions.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got you.
I got you.

No CVSes too.

This ain't
my first fucking rodeo.

-A'ight, bro. Hit me, bro.
-A'ight. Peace.

You admitted in open court

that you asked Tommy Egan
to kill your husband for you.

I did say that.

And it's true.

He was the only person
I could trust

to get me away from James
for good.

I'm not proud of what I did.

But if I had
any other choice...

James was my whole life.

How old were you when you met?

I was 19, a baby,

in accounting school,

still hoping I could have
a singing career.

But James wiped all that away.

We got married.
We had kids.

And he took me out of Queens

and moved me into
the penthouse in Tribeca.

We had everything
I could have ever wanted.

Sounds like a fairy tale.

When did things change?

Well...

we got pulled over
on the BQE.

I was seven months pregnant
with our twins,

Tariq...

...and Raina.

James had a gun in the car.

He told me to hide the gun

because he said
that I wouldn't be searched.

I hid the gun
in my maternity dress.

-Next to my babies.
-You didn't have a choice?

No.

I never had a choice
with James.

Not after that moment.

-And I also loved him.
-But he cheated on you,

-abused you.
-I still loved him.

And that love is why
you tolerated his--

his criminal activity?

Yes.

So you don't deny that you knew

about his narcotics
trafficking?

Oh, no, I...

I don't deny that I knew.

And I know that there's
some evidence

that I opened some
bank accounts for him.

Did you launder money
for your husband, Ms. Green?

I had the accounting degree.

He made me do it.

He made me do everything.

I don't know why
the US Attorney

is saying I was the boss.

James had all the power.

He called all the shots.

Thank you, Ms. Green.

Ma, I'm as good as Zeke.

Why can he go off to college
to play ball and I can't?

He's not my son.
You're my daughter.

Say I let you go
play college ball, then what?

You go pro?

It's not the same
for females, D.

They make 75 bands a year
if they're lucky.

How does that bullshit
help the family?

It's not about the family.
It's about my life.

Your life is this family.

What would your brothers do
without you?

They don't need me.
Daddy wants them to take over.

Yeah, Daddy.
Daddy wants a lot of things.

You think Dru can handle
them GTG boys by himself?

No.

Dru needs Cane to be the hammer
so he can be the nice guy.

Exactly.

Daddy doesn't know them
the way you do.

So I sent Cane to watch
Dru's back.

We all play our positions, D.

It's my job to know
what position you play.

What if you're wrong
about people?

I can't afford to be.

And Tariq?

You thought Cane
could scare him.

Ma, you were wrong.

Yeah, that was Zeke's mistake
for bringing him around.

I had Ramirez look into Tariq.

Anybody who's around
that boy for too long

ends up either dead
or locked up.

He's helping Zeke with school,

but I don't need him
any fucking closer than that.

Do you understand me?

Yes.

You good, Zeke?

I'm chilling.

Well, that's
what you've been doing

with all that free time,
huh?

-Chilling?
-Yo, Connor, fall back--

-Was I talking to you, Everett?
-You lost, Connor?

Last time I checked,

your locker was back
with second string.

Oh, Coach Wallace moved me,

since I'm busting my ass
with a pre-MBA course load

and doing your job
as shooting guard.

Don't get too comfortable
up there.

I'll be off probation soon.

You suddenly pulling As?

What makes you so sure?

Those scouts aren't
out there for you.

They might not be,
but I don't need

that draft number
like Freaky Zekey does.

Scouts,
they have a short memory.

So how many games
do you think you can miss

before they stop
checking for you?

Cross.

I'm not supposed
to give you this

while you're still
on probation,

but you were supposed to be
back by our first game.

Any updates
on when you can play?

I'm almost good, Coach.
I'll be back out there ASAP.

Can I warm up with the team?

Remind the fans
I'm still in it?

It's against regulations,

but you can make an appearance
at the post-game tonight.

Dean Brooks has been on my ass

to make a statement
about your absence,

but you can do it instead.

Coach, I want to play.

I don't want to talk
to a bunch of reporters.

You want to go pro, right?

Press is part
of playing the game.

Right, talent counts
on the court,

but giving good press,
that makes you a star.

So what do I say?

Just make nice.

All right, the fans
are gonna be disappointed

they didn't get to see you
play, so apologize.

It's not my fault I can't play.

It is to them.

Why are you gentlemen
sitting around

holding each other's dicks
instead of warming up?

All right, let's get out there!

Let's go.

See you
on the bench, Cross.

Let's go, Stallions. Let's go.

-Hi, Ms. Tejada.
-Hello.

-What's up, Diana?
-Hey.

I just wanted to thank you guys
for what you did for my mom.

-I really appreciate it.
-It's nothing.

Maybe I could sit and watch
the game with you guys?

Cross, Zeke.
We're his family.

-How many of you are there?
-Two.

Is your mom mad at me
or something?

She's in a mood.

Mrs. Tejada, I wasn't expecting
to see you here tonight.

Why wouldn't I be?

-I never miss Zeke's games.
-Uh, well, can we talk?

What's going on?

Look...

some people we work with
are acting up.

My brother Dru is trying
to keep them in line,

but honestly,
I think she's just over it.

I mean, it's not like
they bring that much in for us.

So then what is she still
working with them for?

She doesn't have a choice,
so then she takes it out on me.

And unless I say something
she want to hear,

she ain't listening
to nothing I say.

Well, he has his tutor.

I thought his grades
was coming up.

Just not fast enough
for today's game.

There's a little bit
of red tape right now,

but we'll get him there.

It's just gonna take
a little bit more time.

I mean, you gotta play
your audience.

You gotta tell her
what she wants to hear.

It's not like you could change
the fact that she's in charge.

Look, I should go.

I'm sorry you can't
sit with us.

Nah, it's fine.

I got a couple papers
I gotta finish writing anyway,

so I'll hit you later,
all right?

A'ight.

Papi, can you do me a favor?

Oh, you cute, cute.

This about to be fun.

You Scott, right?

And you are?

Mm, I'm your birthday
present, baby.

Uh, it's not my...

It's not my birthday.

Oh, well, I am paid for,

and I've gotta give
somebody a lap dance.

Why not you?

Well, but I gotta
go to a party.

Okay, uh,
I can be a little late.

-This is a party.
-Yeah, I guess.

-It's a party, hey!
-All right.

It's a party.

Guess I can be
a little late, um...

Yes, you can be late.

Oh, I have a question.

Yeah, what's your question?

Um, do you do--uh, what's it--
shibari?

Mm, see, that's in "My Girl
Don't Do This" package.

But you can get it next time.

What's your name?

Oh, shit.

Listen, that's my man.
He probably looking for me.

I gotta make a call, but I'll
be right back with you, boo.

Your man.

Uh, is he coming around or...

Nigga, what you want?

I already told you
I was with a client.

-I can go if you want to--
-Hell no. He already paid.

I can talk.
What's up?

I can give you the space.

What up, Dru?

Dru-sito Tejada!

You out past curfew, bro?

I mean, this is more
Cane's scene than yours.

I ain't staying long,
Lil' Guap.

I got a message from Monet.

The fuck,
you-you brushing off my--

yeah, my, uh--
what do you call that, uh--

Hospitality?

Yeah, you let him in
so he can kick it with you.

Yeah, hospitality, yo.

I just let you in my spot
when you can see

I'm having some me time.

That's-that-that's-that's--

-Inconsiderate.
-Inconsiderate, bro.

What the fuck's Monet
gotta say that can't wait?

Well, she-she wanted
to give you your props

for killing it
for her organization, man.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

Hey, hey, that's what's up.

Hey, somebody get my man
something to drink, man.

We about to get faded.

Hey, your Pops, Lorenzo,

cool guy, man, cool.

Monet, shit.

I didn't think she liked me.

Now she's sending me attaboys?

That's what's up.

Y'all are some top-level
earners, man.

Yeah, man,
we're Internet famous now.

People love seeing how we live,

and they want to be cool
with us, for real.

About that.

Monet, she's worried
the law might see this.

Maybe y'all could just cool
with that for a little while.

Hey, man, hey, look,
I get it, a'ight?

But she's old-school,
so just chill.

For a little while.

Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, we chillin'.

-Cool.
-We chillin'.

Hey, and you chillin'
with us too, bro.

What the fuck, man?

You know, maybe your mom's
always on my dick

because she ain't got any
in a decade.

You ever think about that?

You're way the fuck
outta line.

What the fuck
you gonna do about it?

Nothing.

Cane.

Me-me and Dru,
we was just fucking around.

Hey, we good, right, Dru?

Dru, come on.
Let's go.

-I'ma keep this.
-Yeah, take that shit, bro.

Oh, fuck, bro!

What the fuck?

I can't fucking
believe you, man!

-What, you watching me?
-Ma told me to.

She tell you to shoot up
the fucking place too, man?

I had it under control.

No, you didn't.

-Police! Don't move!
-Come on! Shit!

Copy that.
Shots fired.

Sending backup.

Fuck!

This way, this way,
this way.

Oh, shit.
There's no way out, man.

There's a way.

Cane, we ain't killing
no fucking cop, man.

You ain't. I am.

Officer, the perps
went this way!

You want them to get away?

-No, sir!
-Then let's go, come on!

Come on!

Get the fuck off me, man.

I had it under control.

Hell of a game, Connor.

Well, I, uh, can't take
all the credit,

but I did put up
most of the points.

Zeke, since he
is filling in for you

while you're on probation,

any thoughts
on Connor's performance?

I appreciate him...
keeping my seat warm,

but, uh, he shouldn't get
too comfortable.

I'll be back for the next game.

Whoo, that's right, baby!
That's right!

He'll be back.

Does that mean you're
coming off probation soon?

Coach Wallace,
do you have specifics?

No further comment
at this time.

Mo, if they got caught,

that charge doesn't disappear
no matter what I do.

I know, and I'm grateful.

You're lucky I got the call.

Why did you get a call?

We had a few cruisers
in the area

because these boys
have been posting videos.

We heard gunshots.
Found this.

We chillin'.
We chillin'.

You see it?

That's the jacket that Dru
was wearing tonight, Mo.

You need to put
your business on pause.

I can't do that.

You keep doing business
with these kids,

one of them will
get pulled in and talk.

Listen to me,
I want to protect you,

but you have
to help me here, okay?

-I can't do that.
-Please, lay low.

-Lay low, please.
-Listen...

At least until they
pull their patrols, okay?

I can't afford to do that.

Mo.

Don't you think the gun's
gonna get in the way?

Whatever you did
to keep Scott

out of the party worked.

By the end, I didn't even
have to do anything.

It was crazy.

The pledge master said

that I'm the only freshman
he fucks with.

If we get more, dude, we'll be
making a fucking killing.

You think your new connect
will have other pills?

See how much we got for now.

Fuck.

I need a lot more money
than this so I can help my mom.

Say no more, man.
I'm fucking in.

So why are we back here?

I think I proved
my point yesterday.

Direct examination is only
half the fight, Tasha.

Now you have
to withstand cross.

I think you might recognize
the prosecutor

I brought in to help us today.

I fired her.

She's here as a favor to me.

She's the closest thing to Saxe
that you're gonna face.

She knows your whole case.
Get up there.

Ms. Green,

let's go back in time,
shall we?

You opened accounts
for your husband.

Yes.

I did what he told me to do.

Right, as you said.

So how did that work?

He gave you cash and somehow

you turned it
into legitimate money?

The nightclubs, laundromats,
parking lots.

They were all cash businesses,

so it was easy to run
the money through those

and turn it into taxable,
legitimate funds.

And your family lived
off this drug money.

Used it to pay for your home,
your cars, your kids' tuitions,

your clothes.

Nice hair, by the way.

You testified that you were
afraid of your husband.

Is that true?

Yes.

But when your husband
was on trial

for Greg Knox's murder,
you began an affair

with his defense attorney,
Terry Silver.

I fell in love with Terry,

and James killed him.

Yes, let's get to that.

Silver was working with
the US Attorney's office

to put you, your husband,
and Egan in jail.

-Correct?
-No, not correct.

Terry was not cooperating
against me.

He wanted me to testify
against my husband.

James found out
about our relationship and--

Are you about to tell this jury
that James St. Patrick

killed Terry Silver
over jealousy

over you?

-He was Angela's man by then.
-It's the truth.

No, Tasha,
this wasn't personal.

It was business.

You told James that Silver
was working with the Feds.

You arranged to meet Silver
in his parking garage.

You admitted
to Blanca Rodriguez

that you had sex with him
to give James time to arrive.

No.

Silver never
made it out of that garage.

And when the Feds
came looking for him,

you knew the exact location
where James

must have dumped the body.

You just left out the part
where you gave the order.

I didn't kill Terry!

Only you knew
how dangerous he was

to your organization.

You had to be the one
to give the order

that it was time
for him to go.

James didn't take orders
from me.

By Tommy Egan did.

It wasn't an order.

It was a cry for help.

Mm, what about
Angela Valdes?

Did you ask Tommy
to kill her too?

What? No!

James was your whole life.

He cheated on you.

He wouldn't stop even after
your daughter was killed.

He was still in love
with Angela Valdes.

I think he killed Angela
at your bidding.

Oh, wait-wait.
What did you say?

-A cry for help?
-No.

Then Angela was dead.

Your husband's lover
was out of the way.

Then there was the problem
of your lover, Terry,

a potential witness
and a top-notch legal mind.

He had to be eliminated too.

Maybe James did it,

or maybe you asked Tommy
to help you again

and to tell you where
he hid the body just in case.

Either way, it was your call.

No.

And then when James
wouldn't come back to you,

when he began a relationship
with Ramona Garrity,

when he was leaving
you behind for Albany,

he wasn't just abandoning you.

He was leaving behind
your criminal enterprise,

your family.

He had to be stopped.

And so you reached out
to Tommy one last time,

and he answered your call.

He killed his lifelong partner,
his best friend,

because you call
the shots, Tasha.

Because you had all the power.

It's-it's not true.

It's not true!

All 12 jurors voted guilty,

even the women.

I wasn't the boss, Paula.

I'm innocent of these charges.

But you're not
totally innocent, are you?

Unless you start
telling us the truth,

this is the last outfit
you're ever gonna wear.

Hurry up.

I gotta take you
back to your cell.

Saxe was
at the Eastern District

long before me.

Whatever I know,
he knows and then some.

If I were you, I'd go to him
on my hands and knees

and try to get another plea.

Join the team.

What?

You heard me.
Join the team.

Help me defend Tasha.

I can't win this without you.

While I appreciate
how hard that must've been

for you to say, no.

You think
she's the queenpin.

She's not.

And you still won't help?

I mean, come on. Join me.

We can win this case together,
a Black dream team.

Huh?

Just think of the press.
Think of the headlines.

You can sell water
to a drowning man, Davis.

I've seen you do it.

But you're not gonna be able
to sell a jury

that Tasha is innocent.

She knows too much,
she did too much,

and Saxe isn't stupid.

Right, Saxe.

Why were you representing him?

How do you know about that?

He signed a waiver
to let you defend her.

It was filed with the court.
Paula found it.

I can't tell you anything.
It's privileged.

-You know that.
-All I know is our sitting

US Attorney was in
some legal trouble,

enough to go to you for help.

Nice try.

Good-bye, Paula.
Good-bye, Davis.

I look forward to getting
my check.

Can we drop this case now?

Tasha is going to jail.

The last of her money just
walked out the door, literally.

It's time to cut bait.

You saw Tameika's face.

This case isn't about Tasha.

It's about Cooper Saxe.
Ah.

It's not time for us
to cut bait, Paula.

It's time for us
to double down and go all in.

You got everything you need
up here, babe?

I'm good.

I'll send you
some more cigars.

You'll probably run out soon
anyway, right?

Mo, we gotta talk
about the kids,

the business.

The way you're running things,
it ain't working.

Well, it would work if you'd
let me run it my way.

Dru almost got caught on camera
thanks to Lil' Guap.

If I didn't send Cane, he'd be
dead or in cuffs right now.

Are you sure
that's the way it went down?

Or is that what Cane said
went down?

I can't believe
you disobeyed me.

I'm not one of the kids.
I'm your wife.

I'm the one holding it down
at home while you're in here.

Out of the two of us,
I know those kids.

Except they're not kids.

You need to stop babying Dru.

If he's gonna take over for me,
he needs to learn.

He's not built like Cane
and Diana.

Why does it have to be Dru?

Because he's the only choice.

Cane is unpredictable.

And you're too attached
to Diana.

She's not built like the boys.

She should be going to school
like she always wanted.

Oh, so that's why you asked
me to come up.

To talk about Diana
going to school.

Why you bringing
this shit up now?

Because you can't
run this forever.

And this was never the way

it was supposed to go down
to begin with.

All right, time's up.

I couldn't take care of you
the way I was supposed to.

This is the only way
I can make sure

you're gonna be all right.

Mo, you gotta trust me.

-Long night?
-You could say that.

Oh, what did you do,

stay up all night
sticking it to the man?

No, actually,
I got some good advice.

I wrote 20 pages
on all that shit

that Oliver said in class.

Well, I'm glad you decided not
to shoot yourself in the foot.

Was it hard not to win?

Kind of.

Maybe next time, me and you
could write together

and you could help
make it way easier.

You see?
You see?

Gotta give the people
what they want.

Damn, Tariq,
I'm really sorry.

I-I didn't think
he was gonna fail you.

Maybe if you talk
to Professor Simmons--

Mr. St. Patrick, hello.

Are you late
for our last class

or very early
for our next one?

Why did you fail me?

I didn't fail you.

I-I did think your paper
would be more scintillating

based on your ideas in class,

but no, it-it fulfilled
the requirements.

-It was fine.
-So why didn't I get credit?

I have no idea.

Look, a professor
of my stature

is beyond grading papers.

Ask Professor Reynolds.

Caridad Milgram.
Please leave a message.

Hey, it's me again.

I've been calling you.

You haven't returned my calls.

Just want to make sure
you're okay, that's all.

I haven't seen you around,
so...

Why'd you give me no credit?
I wrote a good paper.

It was a good paper, Tariq,
but the assignment was

to defend your opinion
on The Apology.

I wrote what I thought Oliver
would want to see.

I mean, if I knew you were
grading the papers,

-I would've...
-You would've what?

Gamed me like you did
Professor Simmons?

I would have wrote
what I said in class.

I know, Tariq.
That's my point.

Have a seat.

Listen, these institutions
were not built for us.

Okay, they were forced
to accept us.

Now, if you're willing
to change yourself

in order to fit in here,
then you're missing the point

of the struggle it took for us
to get here in the first place.

People like Professor Simmons
are rarely challenged

by the way you challenged him.

He called me out
in front of the whole class.

Think I'm supposed
to let that rock? No.

You really care
what they think?

I care about my grades.

A'ight,
I can't afford to fail.

Is there anything I could do

that'll make you
change your mind?

The grade stands.

This is your consequence
for not using your voice.

You have to be authentic,
Tariq.

People are gonna make up
their minds about you

whether you allow them to
or not.

But you do not have
to prove them right.

You're dismissed.

What?

The fuck is going on in here?

We're just watching TV.

I can see what you doing.

Y'all in here acting like
shit is sweet

when you both
almost got arrested

for shooting up the GTG spot.

-How you know about that?
-Ma, I did what I was told.

Wait, y'all shot up GTG
and didn't tell Ma?

Lil' Guap was out of control.

Dru, who pulled first,
your brother?

I only did it 'cause
Dru's not built for it.

I don't pull until I have to.

Ma, Lil' Guap
was way too coked up.

I was just waiting
for an opening.

Do we work for Lil' Guap?

Are we on his schedule?

So you waited so long
that this nigga

was almost able to catch you
on camera, Dru?

Did you pull your gun then?

No, he didn't.

So you shoot up the place,
and the cops show up.

The only reason why you two
assholes are not behind bars

is because of Ramirez.

And I'm not gonna keep
taking favors from him

to clean up y'all mess!

Now, get the fuck
outta my face.

Now, I'ma ask you
one question.

And you better not lie.

Did you call your father

and ask him
could you go to school?

No.

Go get the family burner.

[cell phone buttons beeping]

-I guess you didn't.
-I told you.

So what did Daddy say?

You think you smarter than me?

When you was coming,
I was already going.

He may be your father,
but you live here with me.

This is my house.

Man, this what the fuck
you been busy doing?

What?
The fuck is your problem?

Man, I just failed a paper
trying to help your ass

'cause you said you had
so much shit to do,

but you don't look
too busy to me.

If you failed,
that shit ain't on me.

You know the arrangement.

Nigga, what?

If I fail, then there
ain't no arrangement.

And you'll be
on probation forever.

Do you even want to stay
in Stansfield?

I need to.

If I don't play,
I don't get drafted.

So then you're gonna have to do
some of your own work, bro.

-We're on the same team.
-Okay, sorry. Damn.

Apology ain't
gonna cut it, bro.

I need a favor,
and you can't say no.

What's the favor?

You still do a weekly dinner
with your Aunt Monet?

Your writing
is so passionate.

Real. Deep.

I read your first book
when it came out.

You read Raw when it
first came out?

That's heavy material
for a...

Teenager?

Well, it's a good thing
I'm not one anymore.

Well, I wrote that book
a long time ago,

so I'm not sure
I'm that guy anymore.

Once a romantic,
always a romantic, no?

I mean, she's lucky.

I'd want someone
to write about me

the way you wrote about
the woman in the book.

It's fiction.

But I read your interviews.

You said you were inspired
by a woman.

Okay, listen,

even if I was, she is not
the woman in the book, so...

Well, maybe I can be
that person for you.

Okay, look,
it's getting late.

I think we should
call it a night.

So soon?

I mean, what's the rush?

We're the only ones here.

Okay, stop.

Yeah, I-I can't.

-You're my student and--
-Graduate student.

Jabari.

Ma, what are you doing?

- Where is it?
- Where's what?

Don't play with me, Diana.
Where's that fucking phone?

Calling your father
behind my back,

having your own burner.

I told you, girl,
my house, my rules.

Now I'm putting things back
the way they should be.

Ma!

Ma, stop!

How did you know?

I figured it out.

Zeke, I thought you said
Tariq left.

I did.

I'm sorry I lied,
Auntie Monet,

but you saw what happened
at that press conference.

I need Tariq.

He wants to talk to you.
Can you give him five minutes?

For me.

Go outside and wait
in the car.

Thank you, Auntie.

You got five minutes.

If I'm gonna be
keeping in him school,

then we're gonna have
to come to an understanding.

What's this?

I don't need this.

I got enough.

I made this
in just a few hours

without even leaving campus.

How much time does it take

for you to make
some money like that?

Boy, I'd be very careful

about who you accuse
of being a criminal.

The students here,
all they do is party and study.

We could make a killing here.

All I need is a supplier.

You need a supplier?

I don't even know you.
I can't trust you.

I mean, you trust me
with Zeke's grades.

That's different.
My business is in Queens.

Can't touch him out here.

So Zeke is your priority.

Yup.

So then what happens
if I fail outta here

trying to figure out a way
to take care of my family?

Who's gonna
have his back then?

Who's gonna keep him
on the court?

Look, if you work with me,

no one will even
know your name.

You know the risk
of the streets,

and you can still choose
to run in them,

but you're always gonna
have to pay a price.

If I agree to work with you,

you cannot live with Zeke.

I mean, I don't want him
around this shit at all.

-Do you understand me?
-Hundred percent.

I have another place
I could stay.

Does that mean we have a deal?

That's your mother.

I know how I feel
if I my kids miss my call.

You should get that.

We'll talk again soon.

Go ahead.

Hello, Ma.
You okay?

I'm in trouble in court,
Tariq.

Please, just give Davis
whatever he wants.

Don't worry, Ma.
I got a plan.

Welcome to the Pussy Palace!

That's you.

Uh, oh, and check
this shit out.

My dad had this same room
when he was here.

A place to hide our stash.

Oh, shit.
Now we lit, yo.

This shit is about
to come in clutch.

How can we trust
this kid Tariq?

We can't.

But I know how to keep him
in line.

What's his weakness?

He is a weakness.

You need to make a call.

Tariq, everything okay?

Your son is fine.

He's gonna start working
for us.

Who is this?
What do you want?

Make sure he does
what we say.

If you don't,

Tariq dies.