Power (2014–…): Season 3, Episode 8 - Trust Me - full transcript
As Mike and Angela try to ferret out the mole, she picks up a lead while trying to firm up Tommy's alibi; Tasha gets a warning, Tariq makes a dangerous new friend; and Milan orders that a new product be pushed.
GHOST: Previously on Power...
So how the fuck
you know about this place?
I know about everything.
For now we got to do
what he says.
I don't care what the Serbian
Hannibal Lecter says, Ghost.
I'll handle this my own way.
You're not gonna sell drugs
in my club.
I am in your home
with your family.
Think of them the next time
you want to betray me.
You have everything
to lose, Duse.
[ grunts ]
MILAN: You have immense value.
This is the best time
to be alive.
So you know nothing
about the cell phone
found at the Lobos
murder scene?
- No.
- No.
- No.
- No.
You keep saying
there's an inside man.
Maybe it's you.
Look into Angela.
She's involved.
We need to talk
to James St. Patrick.
You killed Lobos,
and the DOJ
thinks I participated.
You're gonna let me get
the death penalty
for something I didn't do.
JOE: * They say this is
a big, rich town *
* I just come
from the poorest part *
* Bright lights, city life
* I gotta make it,
this is where it goes down *
* I just happen
to come up hard *
* Legal or illegal, baby,
I gotta make it *
50 CENT: * I never took
a straight path nowhere *
* Life's full of twists
and turns, bumps and bruises *
* I live, I learn
* I'm from that city full of
yellow cabs and skyscrapers *
* It's hard to get a start
in these parts without paper *
* Homey, I grew up in hell,
a block away from heaven *
* That corner every 15 minutes,
they moving seven *
* Pure snow, bag it,
then watch it go *
* Occupational options,
get some blow or some hos *
* Shoot the ball or the strap,
learn to rap or to jack *
* Fuck it, man,
in the meantime *
* Go head and pump a pack
* This my regal, royal flow,
my James Bond bounce *
* That 007,
that's 62 on my count *
* I'm an undercover liar,
I lie under the covers *
* Look a bitch in the eyes
and tell her, baby, I love ya *
* You're my inspiration,
you're my motivation *
* You're the reason that
I'm moving with no hesitation *
JOE: * They say this is
a big, rich town *
* Yeah, I just come
from the poorest part *
* Bright lights, city life
* I gotta make it,
this is where it goes down *
* Oh, yeah, yeah
* I just happen
to come up hard *
* Legal or illegal, baby,
I gotta make it *
*
[ dog barking ]
[ groaning ]
Shh, shh, shh, shh, Rishka.
He's a friend.
If you're gonna try to ransom me
or some shit,
Ghost ain't
the type that's gonna pay.
No, I do not plan to keep you
here against your will.
After last night's gathering,
well,
a man in your condition
I would not leave alone.
Okay, well,
I don't know what the fuck
your angle is,
but if you're not keeping me,
I'd like to get the fuck
out of here now.
Da.
Tatiana will stitch you up,
then Petar will drive you home,
and you rest.
We will come for you later.
We have business to discuss.
Okay.
You're a popular man,
Mr. Egan.
Come, Rishka.
Where's Lobos?
I don't know.
I handled my end.
Lobos went with your men.
Have you heard from them?
No.
[ speaking Spanish ]
Just the federal government
looking for the inside man
and his accomplice.
Let me get the phone
you used to call me.
I have to destroy it.
I need to get
out of the country.
I need a plane ticket,
and I need money.
Si.
Lobos told me where they are.
Bring me the ticket
and the money.
You'll get the phone.
They get to live.
SMOKEY ROBINSON: * You really
got a hold on me *
THE MIRACLES:
* You really got a hold on me
SMOKEY: * You really got
a hold on me *
THE MIRACLES:
* You really got a hold on me
SMOKEY: * Baby
Tommy, you want to tell me
where the fuck you been, man?
It's like you fell off the grid.
What happened to your face?
Callahan is still breathing.
Our Serbian friend don't like
my loyalty to the church.
Yeah, he came by
the apartment, too, man.
He threatened the kids.
The kids?
Damn.
THE MIRACLES:
* You really got a hold--
And if Milan wasn't enough,
the Feds found Lobos's body.
Well, I ain't surprised.
Are you?
That's because you fucked up
the plan.
They know that whoever shot
Lobos had inside information.
They think Angela
might have been the leak.
Did Hugo give you the name
of his inside man?
No, and I ain't trying to find
him to find out, neither.
He's been blowing me up,
probably trying to set up a meet
so he can shoot me
in the fucking face.
You got to let him set up
that meet.
We have to find out.
Why, for Angela?
No, Ghost.
Fuck that.
No, for us.
We're connected.
If they arrest her
as the inside man,
then they come looking at us
as the shooters, man.
She goes down,
we go down with Angela.
Exactly.
You got to call Hugo.
Fuck.
Yes, thank you
for the surveillance footage.
I just received it.
Great.
Bye.
There you are.
Well done, Jamie.
[ soft music ]
Unfortunately,
we cannot overlook the fact
that Mr. Ruiz has broken
the law for years.
And we're willing to make
a generous offer,
but it will include jail time.
My client revealed
incriminating
information about himself
in exchange
for your guarantee of immunity.
Well, his agreement
was attached
to helping us convict Lobos.
No Lobos, no immunity.
So my deal is dead?
Maybe there's another way
to look at this thing, right?
You know I'm
interested in Ghost.
And you want to send me inside
even after I agreed to help you?
You couldn't protect Lobos.
How you gonna protect me?
I'll be dead in a day,
so...
fuck you,
and fuck off.
Vamonos.
That Tatiana bitch is alive?
And was in your house
like it was nothing?
[ soul music playing ]
Guess Milan knew
about the tip.
Yeah, he knew,
but he didn't know it was you
that made the call,
so that's how we're
gonna keep it.
So what are we gonna do?
He knows everything
about me, Andre,
so I got to know
everything about him.
- Mm.
- I'm working on that.
For now it's only club business
when we talk in here, okay?
Well, speaking of
club business, she ain't
looking good, man.
Them bitch-ass motherfuckers
across the street,
Andy and Alby?
They swooped in and got
the deal with Karen, bro.
It was in the paper today.
They moved so fucking fast.
Mm.
Fuck.
*
MAN: * Talk about the babies
* Starving to death
* Talk about the--
[ tense music ]
*
[ siren wailing in distance ]
[ gun clicks ]
I'm unarmed,
like we agreed.
You double-crossed us.
You were supposed to kill him.
I guess I forgot.
We think your inside
contact betrayed Lobos,
so just give us his name.
We'll find him.
We'll get even.
You ever been set on fire
before, Hugo?
It's crazy;
it smells like bacon,
except it's more personal.
You know this man
can identify you, right?
He's a loose end.
El nombre.
I want his fucking name.
I'm not done with him yet.
Okay.
Tommy, let's get him in the car.
It's gonna be a long night.
TOMMY: Come on, stupid.
You heard him.
Move it!
HUGO: When Lobos finds out
about this, you're dead.
Yeah?
I ain't too worried about Lobos.
Oh, no, you don't worry
about your own life,
but you cried over
a stupid little dog.
Hey, what'd your woman
say when she found it?
Did she cry too?
Did you cry together?
Fuck you,
you fucking piece of sh--
Tommy--
[ gunshots ]
No!
Fuck, man.
Tommy, what the fuck?
We could have fucking
made him talk, man.
Now we got squat
'cause you can't fucking
control yourself.
I can control myself
just fine!
He had to go.
Yo, and fuck Angela.
Tell your bitch not to talk
if they step to her.
I'm getting the fuck
out of here,
and I'ma keep this gun.
[ soft music ]
*
You think somebody
in this office
really leaked
the Lobos information?
Or are they just
fucking with us?
They didn't arrest anybody.
- Not yet.
- What are you saying?
You better not be saying
it was me, 'cause I'm clean.
Probably one of you
or Sandoval.
This is what MJ wants,
us arguing,
set us up against each other,
I don't know, make us paranoid.
Well, it's not paranoia
if one of us gets the needle.
That's reality.
Who mentioned
the death penalty?
Donovan.
White Donovan
or black Donovan?
Hey.
- Hey, Jerry.
- Saxe.
Main Justice is gone.
They're headed
to Eastern District.
They're running point
on the Lobos murder.
I just came from
a debrief over there.
So spill.
What do they got?
It was definitely
a premeditated hit.
There was a fresh grave
waiting for Lobos,
but it wasn't used.
Looks like he ran for his life,
was caught and then shot
multiple times in the chest
at close range by a man
who already had him subdued.
Feels personal, you know?
Any hard leads on the doer?
No, but this is interesting.
Only one set
of bullets in Lobos,
but he was walked in the woods
by two men,
two sets of footprints.
[ cell phone chimes ]
Duty calls.
Enjoy the bagels.
SAXE: Later.
They require so much.
I was arranging a, uh--a pickup
for my son after school.
Do you have kids?
No, I don't.
So how can I help you,
Ms. Hazen?
I want to talk with you
about your relationship
with Angela Valdes.
You used her once to help
your drug-dealing friend Egan
beat a rap.
That worked so well, I think
you did it a second time.
I think you used her to help
Egan kill his supplier,
Felipe Lobos,
and I'd like to offer you
immunity for your testimony
against AUSA Valdes.
I don't have any idea
of what you're talking about.
You were living with her.
You paid her rent,
got her guard down.
You used her classified
information
to commit capital murder.
Turn her in, Mr. St. Patrick.
You're a smart man.
It's the smart play.
[ soft, tense music ]
Did AUSA Valdes
give you information
about Felipe Lobos?
*
And who is Felipe Lobos again?
All the hitters spoke Spanish
except for one guy.
He spoke English.
White, New York accent,
probably Queens.
It's a local.
Now, I've been
thinking about it.
I think it was Tommy Egan.
Not this shit again, Knox.
I saw Lobos get
grabbed by three men.
Now, we got two bodies, right?
- Right.
- Right?
Leaves one guy,
except there were two sets
of non-Lobos footprints
found in the woods,
Egan and St. Patrick.
St. Patrick.
Should have seen
that one coming.
You know, first you ask me
to pull info for you on Ruiz
while you're suspended.
- Well--
- Yeah, that's right.
I found out you
were suspended.
I don't even want to know
how you knew
that Lobos was still alive.
Didn't even know
he was stabbed. Didn't--
Let's just--
let's just go with it.
Okay.
Why would Egan
kill Lobos, Greg?
- Mm.
- Huh?
Why would a distro want to kill
his international supplier,
a cartel leader who keeps
him balls-deep in cash?
Yup.
Maybe there's a new connect.
Maybe doesn't work for me,
all right?
I want facts, so till
you get me something real,
lose my number.
[ clears throat ]
Okay.
You selling contraband
cigarettes out of Truth now?
So they are illegally
imported.
I thought so.
There's no stamp.
Look, I'm trying to locate a man
who makes himself
very hard to find.
I think he's illegally
importing those.
Look, I'm vice, not customs.
But I got a guy.
I can make a call--
No, no, no, listen to me.
This has to stay just
between us, all right?
Donato, if you help me out
on this,
I'll make it
worth your while,
set you up with the biggest bust
of your career, man.
I just need an address,
a warehouse,
maybe a garage;
I don't know, somewhere
where someone
can store these
for distribution.
All right, well, I can't
help you with a warehouse,
but retail; I'll give you
the names of some bars
I've busted selling those
under the counter.
Maybe you go in, find out
where they get 'em.
Hey, look, pal, you're gonna
have to do the legwork,
and probably
a lot of drinking too,
if you want to get
people to talk.
Get me the names
of the bars.
[ chuckles ]
You keep showing up here
in the middle of the day
like it ain't nothing.
Ain't you got a goddamn job?
I do, putting murdering
drug dealers in jail.
What do you do?
Jamie's alibi
for the Lobos murder
will hold up.
You won't say a word.
What about Tommy?
Where was he that day?
How should I know?
I'm not his fucking babysitter.
Expect an official visit
from the FBI.
If Tommy's innocent,
his alibi better hold up,
whatever it is.
I think Tommy
was with his mother that day,
out on Long Island.
Shit.
[ speaking Serbian ]
[ cell phone vibrates ]
Holy shit.
[ tense music ]
PETAR: Oxycodone, Buprenorphine,
Secobarbital.
How you plan on moving it?
First we place
false purchase orders
from shell medical companies
so that everything's legit
on paper.
Then we will set up depots
like retail locations
where customers can come
and get their fix.
[ laughs ]
Oh, fixed spots?
Pill poppers and street junkies
are two different animals.
Pills sell
to high-end customers.
You got to be mobile.
That's where your real bank is.
What would you suggest?
You need couriers
who could blend in
to move into high-end places
without getting spotted,
and like magic
your Oxy or whatever
shows up right at your door
like a fucking pizza.
*
I told Petar you would
show your worth.
[ indistinct chatter ]
Yo, I can't talk right now.
I got to take Ghost's kid
out to Basketball City, man.
This nigga's got me out here
like a fucking nanny, man.
I need to talk business.
All right, well, Little Man
on the way, so I got to go.
ANGELA:
Tommy was with you all day?
Yeah, yeah, he never left.
Most men don't like spending
time with their mothers,
but Tommy and I,
we're different.
Tell me about that day.
What do you remember?
Watch anything on TV?
[ exhales ]
"Judge Judy,"
Maury Povich.
Tommy really likes
"Dr. Phil."
So if I find out
which episodes were on
and I ask Tommy about them,
he'll remember?
Sure.
What did you eat for lunch?
Uh, pizza.
- What was on the pizza?
- Pepperoni.
Where did you order it
from?
- I don't remember.
- Was it delivery?
I can find out who came here.
Uh, Tommy went
to go pick it up.
I thought you said
he didn't go anywhere.
You said he never left.
I never left
except to get the pizza.
I was only gone, what,
20 minutes, Ma?
Yeah, that's right, Tommy.
You know, uh, he was gone
such a short time
I didn't remember.
Sit down, Angela.
[ tense musical flourish ]
[ indistinct chatter ]
Bet you can't make that shot
right there.
How much you want to bet?
$10, right?
Pay up.
[ chuckles ]
Ah!
What's good, Dre?
Ain't shit.
What's up, man?
Hey, let me see
what you got, man.
Make five in a row
right there, a'ight?
TARIQ: A'ight.
You got a GPS
on me or something?
Nah, nigga,
I had other business
on this side of town.
Just came through to see
if you all was still here.
Uh-huh.
That's Ghost's son, huh?
What's his name?
His name's Tariq, man.
See that, Dre?
That's three in a row.
Good shot.
Tariq, who taught you
how to hoop?
My friend Shawn
used to help me out
until he--until he died.
I'm a friend of Dre's.
I used to know Shawn too.
We used to play ball.
My name's Slim.
You mind if we shoot a few?
Yeah, sure.
I know you
and Jamie killed Lobos.
His alibi checks out,
but you?
You need to get
your story straight with Kate,
or we're all fucked.
I don't know what
you're talking about,
but I don't take
orders from you.
Listen,
I don't like you either,
but we're all on
the same fucking side now.
Get your mother in line.
It's too bad things didn't
work out between you and Holly.
If she was still around,
you would have had
an airtight alibi.
We questioned that girl
for 24 hours,
and she didn't say
a fucking word.
You ain't the inside guy,
but you told Ghost something,
didn't you?
Enough so now you scared
out your goddamn mind.
It was dumb to come here,
Angie.
What if you were followed?
Trust me,
stay cool.
If you don't,
you and Ghost gonna need
his and her jumpsuits.
TARIQ: How you shoot so good
with that glove on?
Why you have it on, anyway?
Why don't you go get me
and Little Man
something to drink?
Nah, we about
to wrap up, man.
Go get something
for yourself too.
You play ball in school?
No, we don't even have a team.
What time you get out?
Maybe we can go play sometime.
At, like, 3:00.
I see you got
the new Jordans.
- You a sneaker head?
- Yeah.
I used to be like that too.
I had them red IVs
when I was your age.
Really?
That's dope.
It was fire.
DRE: Hey, look, man.
We got to make a move
on, a'ight?
So, yeah, I got to take
you back to your pop's.
Get your stuff, a'ight?
All right.
Good meeting you.
Nice to meet you too, 'Riq.
[ tense music ]
*
Dre.
Hit me up, man.
*
Ghost, it's time for a meeting
with all the primeras
to expand to the next level.
I have something
to do right now,
but I'll do as you say and
arrange a time and a place.
The time is now,
and as for the place...
What the fuck?
[ tense music ]
*
What the fuck's going on, man?
And I get no fucking
heads up?
In the club, Tommy?
What the fuck, man?
I couldn't make a move.
Fucking Igor was on me
all day.
*
[ door opens ]
Vibora,
I didn't know you were back.
- I'll grab another seat.
- No, I'll take this one.
I will take a whiskey, though.
Now.
I got to get back
to my corners.
We gonna get this shit
started or what?
And I got a soup kitchen
to open.
The homeless don't like
waiting, Tommy,
for food or drugs.
What's the deal?
All right, sit down.
Go on, sit down,
sit down, sit down.
Listen up, everybody.
I got something special.
[ bottle rattles ]
You see this?
This right here is the future.
Now, we still gonna be
slanging dope same as always,
but we also gonna be
pushing pills,
and none of that fake shit
from China
that'll make you go at a cop
with retard strength.
I'm talking name-brand,
quality shit,
but you're all gonna be paying
for it up front.
- Up front?
- What?
- That's never been the deal.
SHIN: We don't sell synthetics.
Since when does the distro
tell me how to spend
my money on what product?
Since right fucking now.
RUIZ: I sell dope,
not sleeping pills
for soccer moms
to suck down
with their chardonnay.
SHIN: I agree.
I don't want to do this kind
of a business with you.
I can't prove it,
but I know you killed
my son.
[ groans ]
- Shit.
- Oh.
CALLAHAN: Mother of God.
[ groaning ]
All right.
Well, an--anybody else
got a problem?
Good.
I'ma teach you
how to get these
into every fucking corner
in New York.
Man, what the fuck was that?
What's going on, Tommy?
A primera meeting in Truth,
and then he offs Shin
in the middle of the club?
Well, you should be happy
about that.
He was pretty fucking angry
that you killed his kid.
To save your fucking life,
and then you're giving away
our whole system.
You told him about the couriers
and shit.
What up with that?
Well, like you said,
we work for Milan,
till we don't.
You said toe the line,
and I'm in step.
Oh, man.
Would you fucking relax, man?
Milan is testing you to see
how you gonna take it.
Don't overreact.
Come on, Ghost, think.
Think.
All right,
pull your shit together.
Okay.
Shit, you're right.
And you better
straighten out Ruiz 'cause
that mouthy motherfucker's
gonna get us all killed.
I'll get Ruiz on lock.
Good.
Much more, and we're gonna
need a bigger safe soon.
[ laughs ]
Probably should
get one anyway.
It's about that time, girl.
Trust me.
[ door opens ]
Sorry, we're closed.
Hi, Tasha.
I hope I didn't scare you.
No, I'm just surprised
to see you, that's all.
Well, I'm sorry
to show up unannounced,
but I could never
plan things in advance.
I'm just about to close up.
Why don't we talk another time?
I could come see you.
I am not dangerous
to your friends.
She does not know who I am,
but she does not know
who you are either, right?
No, she don't know shit,
and it's gonna stay that way.
Da.
So this is how Tommy
is cleaning his money.
Genius.
Most of the DEA is white.
If they're black,
they're men.
This place is not even
in their vocabulary.
And your husband
who was obviously
so honest with you about me,
are you so honest with him?
Does he know
what you really do here?
No, but he will
if you keep this up.
White boy dancing
into a weave shop
in the middle of the 'hood?
You should go before somebody
starts asking questions.
Tell your husband
to forget his plan
to get rid of me
or he will force my hand.
[ clattering ]
Shit!
Oh.
Let me help you with that.
No, no, I'm fine.
I got it.
I--I got it.
I'm fine.
You okay?
Yes, thank you.
Pleasure.
So yeah, were you looking
for directions or something?
Oh, no, I, uh, work
for Tasha's husband.
You must be LaKeisha.
- I am.
- I'm Dean.
- It's nice to meet you.
- It's nice to meet you too.
- Well, I have to get going.
- Mm-hmm.
So I will talk
to you later, Tasha?
Okay.
- Good night.
- Good night.
Good night, Dean.
That was nice of him.
He just came by to see
if we needed extra security
around here.
Cut the bullshit, T.
All this crap about wholesaling
hair and shit,
you turning my shop
into a drug front?
You were never
supposed to know.
Tasha, how could you
do this to me?
I could lose everything
or go to jail.
Who's gonna take care
of my son then?
You know what?
Get your shit
and get the fuck out.
I can't, okay?
I can't.
If I stop working here now,
he'll know something's up,
all right?
The only way
to protect you is to stay.
You got to promise me
you won't tell anybody.
I don't have
to promise you shit.
Lock up behind me.
Keisha.
Make it quick.
I know you believe
I was the leak.
But I need you to know
I would never do anything
to endanger anyone in
law enforcement, especially you.
Too late,
damage is done.
I know you hate me,
and I don't blame you,
but you have to believe me.
It wasn't me.
You know I want to win
too much for that.
Then prove it.
Prove to me you
aren't the leak,
or give me something that can
help me figure out who is.
Until then, it's just a matter
of time until you're exposed.
I really hope St. Patrick
was worth it.
[ tense music ]
*
Fuck.
[ engine turns over ]
[ beep ]
MJ: You miss him?
Hey, MJ.
How can I help you?
I stopped by Truth,
called on James St. Patrick.
I actually get it now.
I wonder what it was like
to wake up to him every morning.
You know he was involved
with the Lobos murder,
somehow.
Now, I don't think he did
any of the dirty work,
not with those
bespoke suits and all,
but I bet he knows
who pulled the trigger.
I don't know what he knows,
if he knows anything at all.
You know this is
a death penalty case,
and you know a jury
would eat you alive--
a young, beautiful woman
sleeping with the enemy--
but...
if you wear a wire,
get St. Patrick to talk,
he and the shooter
would get prosecuted, not you.
You think he would confess
to me?
Why?
I saw his face
when I said your name.
I think he'd probably confess
just to get back up
that pencil skirt,
and you could get a walk.
That's bullshit,
and you know it.
If you had evidence,
the Lobos shooters
would be flipped on me,
not the other way around.
I'd get lethal injection
because I took a vow
to serve and protect.
I'm not your leak, MJ.
I don't know anything
about St. Patrick's involvement,
but trust me,
if I could prove he was guilty,
I'd serve him up to you
on a goddamn platter.
I hope you survive this,
AUSA Valdes.
I'll be rooting for you.
TASHA: Ghost.
Ghost!
- Hmm.
- I know you hear me.
Wake up.
What the fuck, Tash?
Kids saw you come home
drunk last night
when you were supposed
to be watching them.
I mean, what the fuck
are you thinking, Ghost?
You got to have your mind
right, especially now.
I haven't seen you
like this in years.
I went to a bar last night
to do some research.
I'm in control, Tasha.
I'm gonna get us
out from under Milan.
I got a plan.
Maybe we shouldn't be planning
something against him.
Maybe with Milan, doing nothing
is the right thing to do,
keep us all safe.
You got to trust me,
Tash, okay?
You have to trust me.
That's why I went out
last night.
I need more information
before I can make a move.
I'm gonna shower.
[ door closes ]
Tommy, Ghost is plotting
something against Milan,
and he's fucking drinking again.
Call me back.
Are you hungry?
No, thank you.
So tell me how Ghost reacted
to the meeting at Truth.
He wasn't happy about it,
but I got him to come 'round.
You see how the tables
have turned?
How he needs you now?
I can tell from watching you
that it used
to be the other way.
Well, a lot
of things done changed.
And yet some have not.
You're still uncle
to his children,
brother to his wife.
I went to see Tasha to see
if Ghost had told her about me.
He told her everything.
She was afraid, but more
for her friend than herself.
What friend?
- LaKeisha, pretty girl.
- Yeah.
All of you so connected,
but all it causes is pain.
What would your life
be like, Tommy,
if you had no friends,
if you were completely free?
- I am free.
- Are you?
Or are you still loyal to a man
who is not loyal to you?
Right now I bet Ghost
is plotting against me
even though he knows
I will kill the both of you
if he tries to make a move.
He didn't tell me nothing
about no plans.
Would he?
You know the man.
Would he tell you
before he made a move?
I see potential in you,
my friend.
You could replace me.
But you cannot get there as long
as you are anchored to Ghost,
a man you cannot trust.
[ tense music ]
Why we working for
the Serbian motherfucker, hm?
Why'd you send me away?
So you could kill Lobos?
I don't know
if I can trust you.
Listen, Ruiz, I know you
were talking to the Feds,
and I know that you almost
gave them my name
even after I saved your life.
The Puerto Rican girl,
the AUSA, she works for you.
Not a good look for you.
You turning snitch on me
does not end well for you,
but I'll tell you how
you can make it up to me.
You go give them another story.
I'm done fucking
with the Feds.
No, you aren't.
You go back to the Feds.
You tell them
you'll help them,
but instead of
snitching on me,
you give them a bigger fish,
our new boss, Milan.
I'm not snitching on that guy.
If the Feds put Milan away
or deport his ass back to hell,
I'm out.
I bow out as distro.
You get a new connect,
and you become distro.
You back in the game, baby,
with an upgrade.
[ indistinct chatter ]
KANAN: Yo, Tariq.
How you doing?
Hey, I'ma check y'all later.
I was in the hood, thought
I'd roll through, see what's up.
You want to get
something to eat?
I don't know.
I got to wait for Dre.
You got to wait
for your babysitter?
I hear that.
[ hip-hop music ]
*
* I be getting paper
You want some?
You should try it if you want,
get your buzz on,
unless Dre coming
with your sippy cup.
You'll get used to it.
All the good shit hurts
the first time around.
[ engine turns over ]
Donato, you said
you got something for me?
Shoot.
DONATO: Yeah,
a little coincidence popped up.
Four of the places we busted
for selling these cigarettes
in the last year
are owned by the same company,
a bread company
of all things, Stuben Bread.
You know anything about them?
Yeah, I think maybe I do.
Send me the names of
the Stuben places immediately.
DONATO: Yeah, will do.
Look, James, is this about
the attempt on your life?
Because you could just tell me
what you're looking for.
GHOST: I'm looking
to get you promoted, all right?
So if this works out for you,
I'll be in contact
about that bust.
DONATO: Okay.
[ groans ]
So?
So I checked Ruiz's ass,
all right?
- Oh, yeah.
- No more problems from him.
That's over.
Good,
'cause I heard Milan
likes white meat.
I don't want to be
on his menu.
[ laughs ]
- Ghost.
- What up?
If you're working
on some plan to get out,
you better fucking tell me.
This can't be
like it was before,
where you zig without
telling me to fucking zag.
Nope, I got no plan, man.
I don't know enough
about the cat, you know?
I don't know his story.
Most importantly,
I don't know his fucking
weak spots, don't know
where his headquarters are.
I mean, can you tell me
where he hangs out?
You got any idea?
Nah, I'm just as much
in the dark as you.
So I guess
we just stay the course.
Right, Ghost.
TARIQ: So this is where you
and my dad grew up?
KANAN: Yup.
He told me not to come here,
to stay away.
Fuck that; nigga needs
to know where he come from.
I started out
hustling these streets
after school when I was 11.
We started out selling
Fat Alberts to my uncles.
Fat Alberts?
What's that?
That's 1/4 gram
of coke wrapped in foil.
Back in the day
they went 25 a pop.
How'd you meet my dad?
He was in the game
with me, kid.
He a D-boy from way back.
He ain't just move the shit.
He was one of
the baddest motherfuckers
on the block.
He don't seem that way now.
You want to see some proof?
So you're not speaking
to me now?
I ain't got nothing to say.
Fine.
Then don't talk,
just listen.
I don't want you
to get hurt, Keisha,
and I don't know
how much time we have,
so you got to take this bag.
To shut me up, right?
Well, how much?
Almost 500 Gs.
You take this,
you look the other way.
You help me to prove
to the people
I work for that
you can be trusted.
Keisha, I'm trying
to save your life.
Are you?
What you gonna do
if I don't take the money?
What you gonna do
if you don't?
You ain't gonna
make it to the cops.
I ain't going to no cops.
I'm no fucking snitch.
Then take the bag, Keisha.
Please.
I'll see you here tomorrow.
I'm sorry.
Yeah, I am too.
[ soft music ]
*
[ tense music ]
*
Oh, you've got to be kidding me.
I knew you would pull
something like this.
This was not the plan, Jamie.
You said you had something.
You drop the evidence
off at 8:00.
I pick it up at 9:00.
That was the deal.
What's going on between
you and Greg Knox, huh?
No, no, no, you do not get
to ask me that question.
We are not friends.
We are not lovers.
We are just two people
who have to work together
to stay out of jail.
- Here, Angie.
- What's this?
It belongs to Lobos's
guy, okay?
Whoever the leak
is at your office
was calling him on that phone.
I figured you could trace
the number or texts.
Where is Lobos's guy?
Can I talk to him?
- Can't tell you that.
- How did you get this?
I can't tell you, Angela.
You don't trust me.
Makes two of us,
'cause you don't trust me.
Where were you the day
Lobos was killed?
Karen's hotel, like I said.
Can anyone corroborate that?
Tasha,
but you already know that
because you already
talked to her.
She said you slept together.
- Is that true?
- Come on.
The day
after you fucked me
on my dining room table
you took your wife away
to reconcile?
We spent the night
in the room,
and I spent the night
on the couch.
Are you happy?
You two should get
your stories straight.
God, I'm such a fucking idiot.
Angie, stop.
- At least we're both innocent.
- Angela, stop, okay?
- Listen--
- Just get out.
Get out.
[ soft music ]
*
KANAN: Have a seat.
A friend of mine, Breeze,
used to live here.
What happened to him?
He got shot in this room.
Your father and I used
to work for Breeze.
We was tough
little niggas like you.
Breeze was strong,
but he wasn't smart,
had the same routine
every day.
We always know where
that motherfucker at.
One day your
father said to me--
[ phone vibrates ]
Hold on.
Oh, it's my mom.
She looking for me.
Tell her you'll be home
in a hour.
All right.
[ hip-hop music ]
*
[ tense music ]
Oh, so what was you saying
about my dad?
Your pops knew that
Breeze'd be here at 7:00
to watch "Jeopardy!"
Nigga loved Alex Trebek.
So Ghost came up after school.
We broke in, and we waited for
him to come home and watch TV.
So--to scare him?
Breeze didn't have time
to get scared.
[ phone vibrates ]
Man, I fucking hate my dad.
I thought you looked up
to that motherfucker.
Thought y'all was tight.
He always trying to give me
rules on, like,
how to act and what men do,
but he's a fucking liar.
Like, he cheated on my mom,
then he moved out,
and then he just
turned his back on us.
He turned his back on me too.
You want to get him back?
Yeah, I wish I could.
If all the things
you're telling me
about who he was was real--
Oh, it's true.
Then everything he told me
about himself was just a lie.
I can't even trust him
no more.
You can trust me,
Little Man.
You can trust me.
Yes, sir?
Uh, can I get a scotch double?
Never seen you in here before.
Well, it's nice to be seen
for the first time.
- What's your name?
- My name is Bill.
Pleasure to meet you, Bill.
Nice to meet you.
Ah.
- One of those days, huh?
- Yeah.
Seems like one of those days
every day now, you know?
It's like the more I fight,
the deeper I get.
Uh, sir, what do you say I'd get
a pack of those cigarettes
right there, the Drina?
[ door opens ]
[ knock on door ]
You're never gonna stop
pursuing me,
thinking I'm the leak,
even without proof
I've done anything wrong.
Oh, I'll get it soon.
I, uh, figured out
St. Patrick's motive
for the Lobos murder,
so whoever helped him and Egan
kill Lobos is gonna
be outed and prosecuted.
I'd get yourself
a lawyer, Angela.
I am a lawyer, Greg.
I've been investigating
Jamie too.
You said you wanted proof?
Look at this.
The day of the transport
he was at the Odette Hotel.
See the date?
Mm-hmm.
You know,
this shows him entering.
Doesn't mean he couldn't
bail later to do Lobos.
I called the hotel.
His car was with
the valet overnight.
He left the next day.
Could have slipped out
a side door, had a backup car.
Any witnesses verify that
he was actually at the hotel
at the time
of the murder, Angela?
Watch this.
His wife, Tasha,
was with him.
I was sure he killed Lobos.
I thought I would feel better
if I could just put him in jail.
I went looking,
but I found this.
I told you I'm not the leak.
Do you believe me now?
You can say you told me so.
No, I'm not gonna say that.
[ soft piano music ]
*
I should go.
Yeah.
It's true what I said.
Um, it's a really bad
neighborhood.
I could walk you
to your car at least.
I'm--I'm just
so cold.
*
I still love her,
you know?
I mean, I really love her.
[ phone chimes ]
Yo, man,
I hate to tell you this,
but I got to close up shop.
Sure, of course you do.
[ Kenzie May "Honey" ]
[ soft piano music ]
*
[ both moaning ]
KENZIE MAY:
* This hate, need space
* Need time to forget
this taste *
* Five days to let it go
* Till we can't be alone
* I sit here, lay low
* Five days with the radio
* It keep playing
these love songs *
* It's rubbing me wrong
* First we fight with fists
Oh, fuck.
KENZIE MAY:
* Then we speak in tongues
* Hanging on, hanging on,
hanging on *
* Keep making love until
we fall apart *
* We're putting bandages
on battle scars *
* We keep on going
till we're in too deep *
* Impossible to leave,
can't stand this bittersweet *
* So pour some honey on me
* Pour some more honey on me
* So pour some honey on me
* Pour some more honey on me
[ tense music ]
*
[ tires squealing ]
[ tense music ]
*
[ phone line trilling ]
What the fuck, Tommy?
*
[ soft music ]
*
[ shower running ]
[ tense music ]
[ 50 Cent
"No Romeo No Juliet" ]
50 CENT: * Ayo
* Quit captain savin',
serenadin' them hoes *
* She no Juliet for no Romeo
with no dough *
* She report to pimpin',
now back to trickin' *
*
* She report to pimpin',
nigga back to trickin' *
* Ay hoe
* Get back to twerkin',
back to workin' *
* Get back to strippin',
they back to tippin' *
* Them stacks is fallin',
they back to ballin' *
* Them bottles poppin',
bitch them hoes callin' us *
* Quit fuckin' around,
not playin' around, bitch *
* Shit is for real
* Quick makin' a stack,
back makin' some mill *
* I mean, get us a deal,
come on *
* Bitch fix us a meal
* Tell me how does it feel
* On the social network
when they said *
* A nigga really ain't got
no chill *
* He think he fuckin'
my bitch *
* Nigga, that bitch for rent
* He know how to treat a hoe
* I mean all that money spent
* She says you a sweetheart
* A sweetheart
* Things tend to go a little
different round here *
* We pimpin', nigga
*
So how the fuck
you know about this place?
I know about everything.
For now we got to do
what he says.
I don't care what the Serbian
Hannibal Lecter says, Ghost.
I'll handle this my own way.
You're not gonna sell drugs
in my club.
I am in your home
with your family.
Think of them the next time
you want to betray me.
You have everything
to lose, Duse.
[ grunts ]
MILAN: You have immense value.
This is the best time
to be alive.
So you know nothing
about the cell phone
found at the Lobos
murder scene?
- No.
- No.
- No.
- No.
You keep saying
there's an inside man.
Maybe it's you.
Look into Angela.
She's involved.
We need to talk
to James St. Patrick.
You killed Lobos,
and the DOJ
thinks I participated.
You're gonna let me get
the death penalty
for something I didn't do.
JOE: * They say this is
a big, rich town *
* I just come
from the poorest part *
* Bright lights, city life
* I gotta make it,
this is where it goes down *
* I just happen
to come up hard *
* Legal or illegal, baby,
I gotta make it *
50 CENT: * I never took
a straight path nowhere *
* Life's full of twists
and turns, bumps and bruises *
* I live, I learn
* I'm from that city full of
yellow cabs and skyscrapers *
* It's hard to get a start
in these parts without paper *
* Homey, I grew up in hell,
a block away from heaven *
* That corner every 15 minutes,
they moving seven *
* Pure snow, bag it,
then watch it go *
* Occupational options,
get some blow or some hos *
* Shoot the ball or the strap,
learn to rap or to jack *
* Fuck it, man,
in the meantime *
* Go head and pump a pack
* This my regal, royal flow,
my James Bond bounce *
* That 007,
that's 62 on my count *
* I'm an undercover liar,
I lie under the covers *
* Look a bitch in the eyes
and tell her, baby, I love ya *
* You're my inspiration,
you're my motivation *
* You're the reason that
I'm moving with no hesitation *
JOE: * They say this is
a big, rich town *
* Yeah, I just come
from the poorest part *
* Bright lights, city life
* I gotta make it,
this is where it goes down *
* Oh, yeah, yeah
* I just happen
to come up hard *
* Legal or illegal, baby,
I gotta make it *
*
[ dog barking ]
[ groaning ]
Shh, shh, shh, shh, Rishka.
He's a friend.
If you're gonna try to ransom me
or some shit,
Ghost ain't
the type that's gonna pay.
No, I do not plan to keep you
here against your will.
After last night's gathering,
well,
a man in your condition
I would not leave alone.
Okay, well,
I don't know what the fuck
your angle is,
but if you're not keeping me,
I'd like to get the fuck
out of here now.
Da.
Tatiana will stitch you up,
then Petar will drive you home,
and you rest.
We will come for you later.
We have business to discuss.
Okay.
You're a popular man,
Mr. Egan.
Come, Rishka.
Where's Lobos?
I don't know.
I handled my end.
Lobos went with your men.
Have you heard from them?
No.
[ speaking Spanish ]
Just the federal government
looking for the inside man
and his accomplice.
Let me get the phone
you used to call me.
I have to destroy it.
I need to get
out of the country.
I need a plane ticket,
and I need money.
Si.
Lobos told me where they are.
Bring me the ticket
and the money.
You'll get the phone.
They get to live.
SMOKEY ROBINSON: * You really
got a hold on me *
THE MIRACLES:
* You really got a hold on me
SMOKEY: * You really got
a hold on me *
THE MIRACLES:
* You really got a hold on me
SMOKEY: * Baby
Tommy, you want to tell me
where the fuck you been, man?
It's like you fell off the grid.
What happened to your face?
Callahan is still breathing.
Our Serbian friend don't like
my loyalty to the church.
Yeah, he came by
the apartment, too, man.
He threatened the kids.
The kids?
Damn.
THE MIRACLES:
* You really got a hold--
And if Milan wasn't enough,
the Feds found Lobos's body.
Well, I ain't surprised.
Are you?
That's because you fucked up
the plan.
They know that whoever shot
Lobos had inside information.
They think Angela
might have been the leak.
Did Hugo give you the name
of his inside man?
No, and I ain't trying to find
him to find out, neither.
He's been blowing me up,
probably trying to set up a meet
so he can shoot me
in the fucking face.
You got to let him set up
that meet.
We have to find out.
Why, for Angela?
No, Ghost.
Fuck that.
No, for us.
We're connected.
If they arrest her
as the inside man,
then they come looking at us
as the shooters, man.
She goes down,
we go down with Angela.
Exactly.
You got to call Hugo.
Fuck.
Yes, thank you
for the surveillance footage.
I just received it.
Great.
Bye.
There you are.
Well done, Jamie.
[ soft music ]
Unfortunately,
we cannot overlook the fact
that Mr. Ruiz has broken
the law for years.
And we're willing to make
a generous offer,
but it will include jail time.
My client revealed
incriminating
information about himself
in exchange
for your guarantee of immunity.
Well, his agreement
was attached
to helping us convict Lobos.
No Lobos, no immunity.
So my deal is dead?
Maybe there's another way
to look at this thing, right?
You know I'm
interested in Ghost.
And you want to send me inside
even after I agreed to help you?
You couldn't protect Lobos.
How you gonna protect me?
I'll be dead in a day,
so...
fuck you,
and fuck off.
Vamonos.
That Tatiana bitch is alive?
And was in your house
like it was nothing?
[ soul music playing ]
Guess Milan knew
about the tip.
Yeah, he knew,
but he didn't know it was you
that made the call,
so that's how we're
gonna keep it.
So what are we gonna do?
He knows everything
about me, Andre,
so I got to know
everything about him.
- Mm.
- I'm working on that.
For now it's only club business
when we talk in here, okay?
Well, speaking of
club business, she ain't
looking good, man.
Them bitch-ass motherfuckers
across the street,
Andy and Alby?
They swooped in and got
the deal with Karen, bro.
It was in the paper today.
They moved so fucking fast.
Mm.
Fuck.
*
MAN: * Talk about the babies
* Starving to death
* Talk about the--
[ tense music ]
*
[ siren wailing in distance ]
[ gun clicks ]
I'm unarmed,
like we agreed.
You double-crossed us.
You were supposed to kill him.
I guess I forgot.
We think your inside
contact betrayed Lobos,
so just give us his name.
We'll find him.
We'll get even.
You ever been set on fire
before, Hugo?
It's crazy;
it smells like bacon,
except it's more personal.
You know this man
can identify you, right?
He's a loose end.
El nombre.
I want his fucking name.
I'm not done with him yet.
Okay.
Tommy, let's get him in the car.
It's gonna be a long night.
TOMMY: Come on, stupid.
You heard him.
Move it!
HUGO: When Lobos finds out
about this, you're dead.
Yeah?
I ain't too worried about Lobos.
Oh, no, you don't worry
about your own life,
but you cried over
a stupid little dog.
Hey, what'd your woman
say when she found it?
Did she cry too?
Did you cry together?
Fuck you,
you fucking piece of sh--
Tommy--
[ gunshots ]
No!
Fuck, man.
Tommy, what the fuck?
We could have fucking
made him talk, man.
Now we got squat
'cause you can't fucking
control yourself.
I can control myself
just fine!
He had to go.
Yo, and fuck Angela.
Tell your bitch not to talk
if they step to her.
I'm getting the fuck
out of here,
and I'ma keep this gun.
[ soft music ]
*
You think somebody
in this office
really leaked
the Lobos information?
Or are they just
fucking with us?
They didn't arrest anybody.
- Not yet.
- What are you saying?
You better not be saying
it was me, 'cause I'm clean.
Probably one of you
or Sandoval.
This is what MJ wants,
us arguing,
set us up against each other,
I don't know, make us paranoid.
Well, it's not paranoia
if one of us gets the needle.
That's reality.
Who mentioned
the death penalty?
Donovan.
White Donovan
or black Donovan?
Hey.
- Hey, Jerry.
- Saxe.
Main Justice is gone.
They're headed
to Eastern District.
They're running point
on the Lobos murder.
I just came from
a debrief over there.
So spill.
What do they got?
It was definitely
a premeditated hit.
There was a fresh grave
waiting for Lobos,
but it wasn't used.
Looks like he ran for his life,
was caught and then shot
multiple times in the chest
at close range by a man
who already had him subdued.
Feels personal, you know?
Any hard leads on the doer?
No, but this is interesting.
Only one set
of bullets in Lobos,
but he was walked in the woods
by two men,
two sets of footprints.
[ cell phone chimes ]
Duty calls.
Enjoy the bagels.
SAXE: Later.
They require so much.
I was arranging a, uh--a pickup
for my son after school.
Do you have kids?
No, I don't.
So how can I help you,
Ms. Hazen?
I want to talk with you
about your relationship
with Angela Valdes.
You used her once to help
your drug-dealing friend Egan
beat a rap.
That worked so well, I think
you did it a second time.
I think you used her to help
Egan kill his supplier,
Felipe Lobos,
and I'd like to offer you
immunity for your testimony
against AUSA Valdes.
I don't have any idea
of what you're talking about.
You were living with her.
You paid her rent,
got her guard down.
You used her classified
information
to commit capital murder.
Turn her in, Mr. St. Patrick.
You're a smart man.
It's the smart play.
[ soft, tense music ]
Did AUSA Valdes
give you information
about Felipe Lobos?
*
And who is Felipe Lobos again?
All the hitters spoke Spanish
except for one guy.
He spoke English.
White, New York accent,
probably Queens.
It's a local.
Now, I've been
thinking about it.
I think it was Tommy Egan.
Not this shit again, Knox.
I saw Lobos get
grabbed by three men.
Now, we got two bodies, right?
- Right.
- Right?
Leaves one guy,
except there were two sets
of non-Lobos footprints
found in the woods,
Egan and St. Patrick.
St. Patrick.
Should have seen
that one coming.
You know, first you ask me
to pull info for you on Ruiz
while you're suspended.
- Well--
- Yeah, that's right.
I found out you
were suspended.
I don't even want to know
how you knew
that Lobos was still alive.
Didn't even know
he was stabbed. Didn't--
Let's just--
let's just go with it.
Okay.
Why would Egan
kill Lobos, Greg?
- Mm.
- Huh?
Why would a distro want to kill
his international supplier,
a cartel leader who keeps
him balls-deep in cash?
Yup.
Maybe there's a new connect.
Maybe doesn't work for me,
all right?
I want facts, so till
you get me something real,
lose my number.
[ clears throat ]
Okay.
You selling contraband
cigarettes out of Truth now?
So they are illegally
imported.
I thought so.
There's no stamp.
Look, I'm trying to locate a man
who makes himself
very hard to find.
I think he's illegally
importing those.
Look, I'm vice, not customs.
But I got a guy.
I can make a call--
No, no, no, listen to me.
This has to stay just
between us, all right?
Donato, if you help me out
on this,
I'll make it
worth your while,
set you up with the biggest bust
of your career, man.
I just need an address,
a warehouse,
maybe a garage;
I don't know, somewhere
where someone
can store these
for distribution.
All right, well, I can't
help you with a warehouse,
but retail; I'll give you
the names of some bars
I've busted selling those
under the counter.
Maybe you go in, find out
where they get 'em.
Hey, look, pal, you're gonna
have to do the legwork,
and probably
a lot of drinking too,
if you want to get
people to talk.
Get me the names
of the bars.
[ chuckles ]
You keep showing up here
in the middle of the day
like it ain't nothing.
Ain't you got a goddamn job?
I do, putting murdering
drug dealers in jail.
What do you do?
Jamie's alibi
for the Lobos murder
will hold up.
You won't say a word.
What about Tommy?
Where was he that day?
How should I know?
I'm not his fucking babysitter.
Expect an official visit
from the FBI.
If Tommy's innocent,
his alibi better hold up,
whatever it is.
I think Tommy
was with his mother that day,
out on Long Island.
Shit.
[ speaking Serbian ]
[ cell phone vibrates ]
Holy shit.
[ tense music ]
PETAR: Oxycodone, Buprenorphine,
Secobarbital.
How you plan on moving it?
First we place
false purchase orders
from shell medical companies
so that everything's legit
on paper.
Then we will set up depots
like retail locations
where customers can come
and get their fix.
[ laughs ]
Oh, fixed spots?
Pill poppers and street junkies
are two different animals.
Pills sell
to high-end customers.
You got to be mobile.
That's where your real bank is.
What would you suggest?
You need couriers
who could blend in
to move into high-end places
without getting spotted,
and like magic
your Oxy or whatever
shows up right at your door
like a fucking pizza.
*
I told Petar you would
show your worth.
[ indistinct chatter ]
Yo, I can't talk right now.
I got to take Ghost's kid
out to Basketball City, man.
This nigga's got me out here
like a fucking nanny, man.
I need to talk business.
All right, well, Little Man
on the way, so I got to go.
ANGELA:
Tommy was with you all day?
Yeah, yeah, he never left.
Most men don't like spending
time with their mothers,
but Tommy and I,
we're different.
Tell me about that day.
What do you remember?
Watch anything on TV?
[ exhales ]
"Judge Judy,"
Maury Povich.
Tommy really likes
"Dr. Phil."
So if I find out
which episodes were on
and I ask Tommy about them,
he'll remember?
Sure.
What did you eat for lunch?
Uh, pizza.
- What was on the pizza?
- Pepperoni.
Where did you order it
from?
- I don't remember.
- Was it delivery?
I can find out who came here.
Uh, Tommy went
to go pick it up.
I thought you said
he didn't go anywhere.
You said he never left.
I never left
except to get the pizza.
I was only gone, what,
20 minutes, Ma?
Yeah, that's right, Tommy.
You know, uh, he was gone
such a short time
I didn't remember.
Sit down, Angela.
[ tense musical flourish ]
[ indistinct chatter ]
Bet you can't make that shot
right there.
How much you want to bet?
$10, right?
Pay up.
[ chuckles ]
Ah!
What's good, Dre?
Ain't shit.
What's up, man?
Hey, let me see
what you got, man.
Make five in a row
right there, a'ight?
TARIQ: A'ight.
You got a GPS
on me or something?
Nah, nigga,
I had other business
on this side of town.
Just came through to see
if you all was still here.
Uh-huh.
That's Ghost's son, huh?
What's his name?
His name's Tariq, man.
See that, Dre?
That's three in a row.
Good shot.
Tariq, who taught you
how to hoop?
My friend Shawn
used to help me out
until he--until he died.
I'm a friend of Dre's.
I used to know Shawn too.
We used to play ball.
My name's Slim.
You mind if we shoot a few?
Yeah, sure.
I know you
and Jamie killed Lobos.
His alibi checks out,
but you?
You need to get
your story straight with Kate,
or we're all fucked.
I don't know what
you're talking about,
but I don't take
orders from you.
Listen,
I don't like you either,
but we're all on
the same fucking side now.
Get your mother in line.
It's too bad things didn't
work out between you and Holly.
If she was still around,
you would have had
an airtight alibi.
We questioned that girl
for 24 hours,
and she didn't say
a fucking word.
You ain't the inside guy,
but you told Ghost something,
didn't you?
Enough so now you scared
out your goddamn mind.
It was dumb to come here,
Angie.
What if you were followed?
Trust me,
stay cool.
If you don't,
you and Ghost gonna need
his and her jumpsuits.
TARIQ: How you shoot so good
with that glove on?
Why you have it on, anyway?
Why don't you go get me
and Little Man
something to drink?
Nah, we about
to wrap up, man.
Go get something
for yourself too.
You play ball in school?
No, we don't even have a team.
What time you get out?
Maybe we can go play sometime.
At, like, 3:00.
I see you got
the new Jordans.
- You a sneaker head?
- Yeah.
I used to be like that too.
I had them red IVs
when I was your age.
Really?
That's dope.
It was fire.
DRE: Hey, look, man.
We got to make a move
on, a'ight?
So, yeah, I got to take
you back to your pop's.
Get your stuff, a'ight?
All right.
Good meeting you.
Nice to meet you too, 'Riq.
[ tense music ]
*
Dre.
Hit me up, man.
*
Ghost, it's time for a meeting
with all the primeras
to expand to the next level.
I have something
to do right now,
but I'll do as you say and
arrange a time and a place.
The time is now,
and as for the place...
What the fuck?
[ tense music ]
*
What the fuck's going on, man?
And I get no fucking
heads up?
In the club, Tommy?
What the fuck, man?
I couldn't make a move.
Fucking Igor was on me
all day.
*
[ door opens ]
Vibora,
I didn't know you were back.
- I'll grab another seat.
- No, I'll take this one.
I will take a whiskey, though.
Now.
I got to get back
to my corners.
We gonna get this shit
started or what?
And I got a soup kitchen
to open.
The homeless don't like
waiting, Tommy,
for food or drugs.
What's the deal?
All right, sit down.
Go on, sit down,
sit down, sit down.
Listen up, everybody.
I got something special.
[ bottle rattles ]
You see this?
This right here is the future.
Now, we still gonna be
slanging dope same as always,
but we also gonna be
pushing pills,
and none of that fake shit
from China
that'll make you go at a cop
with retard strength.
I'm talking name-brand,
quality shit,
but you're all gonna be paying
for it up front.
- Up front?
- What?
- That's never been the deal.
SHIN: We don't sell synthetics.
Since when does the distro
tell me how to spend
my money on what product?
Since right fucking now.
RUIZ: I sell dope,
not sleeping pills
for soccer moms
to suck down
with their chardonnay.
SHIN: I agree.
I don't want to do this kind
of a business with you.
I can't prove it,
but I know you killed
my son.
[ groans ]
- Shit.
- Oh.
CALLAHAN: Mother of God.
[ groaning ]
All right.
Well, an--anybody else
got a problem?
Good.
I'ma teach you
how to get these
into every fucking corner
in New York.
Man, what the fuck was that?
What's going on, Tommy?
A primera meeting in Truth,
and then he offs Shin
in the middle of the club?
Well, you should be happy
about that.
He was pretty fucking angry
that you killed his kid.
To save your fucking life,
and then you're giving away
our whole system.
You told him about the couriers
and shit.
What up with that?
Well, like you said,
we work for Milan,
till we don't.
You said toe the line,
and I'm in step.
Oh, man.
Would you fucking relax, man?
Milan is testing you to see
how you gonna take it.
Don't overreact.
Come on, Ghost, think.
Think.
All right,
pull your shit together.
Okay.
Shit, you're right.
And you better
straighten out Ruiz 'cause
that mouthy motherfucker's
gonna get us all killed.
I'll get Ruiz on lock.
Good.
Much more, and we're gonna
need a bigger safe soon.
[ laughs ]
Probably should
get one anyway.
It's about that time, girl.
Trust me.
[ door opens ]
Sorry, we're closed.
Hi, Tasha.
I hope I didn't scare you.
No, I'm just surprised
to see you, that's all.
Well, I'm sorry
to show up unannounced,
but I could never
plan things in advance.
I'm just about to close up.
Why don't we talk another time?
I could come see you.
I am not dangerous
to your friends.
She does not know who I am,
but she does not know
who you are either, right?
No, she don't know shit,
and it's gonna stay that way.
Da.
So this is how Tommy
is cleaning his money.
Genius.
Most of the DEA is white.
If they're black,
they're men.
This place is not even
in their vocabulary.
And your husband
who was obviously
so honest with you about me,
are you so honest with him?
Does he know
what you really do here?
No, but he will
if you keep this up.
White boy dancing
into a weave shop
in the middle of the 'hood?
You should go before somebody
starts asking questions.
Tell your husband
to forget his plan
to get rid of me
or he will force my hand.
[ clattering ]
Shit!
Oh.
Let me help you with that.
No, no, I'm fine.
I got it.
I--I got it.
I'm fine.
You okay?
Yes, thank you.
Pleasure.
So yeah, were you looking
for directions or something?
Oh, no, I, uh, work
for Tasha's husband.
You must be LaKeisha.
- I am.
- I'm Dean.
- It's nice to meet you.
- It's nice to meet you too.
- Well, I have to get going.
- Mm-hmm.
So I will talk
to you later, Tasha?
Okay.
- Good night.
- Good night.
Good night, Dean.
That was nice of him.
He just came by to see
if we needed extra security
around here.
Cut the bullshit, T.
All this crap about wholesaling
hair and shit,
you turning my shop
into a drug front?
You were never
supposed to know.
Tasha, how could you
do this to me?
I could lose everything
or go to jail.
Who's gonna take care
of my son then?
You know what?
Get your shit
and get the fuck out.
I can't, okay?
I can't.
If I stop working here now,
he'll know something's up,
all right?
The only way
to protect you is to stay.
You got to promise me
you won't tell anybody.
I don't have
to promise you shit.
Lock up behind me.
Keisha.
Make it quick.
I know you believe
I was the leak.
But I need you to know
I would never do anything
to endanger anyone in
law enforcement, especially you.
Too late,
damage is done.
I know you hate me,
and I don't blame you,
but you have to believe me.
It wasn't me.
You know I want to win
too much for that.
Then prove it.
Prove to me you
aren't the leak,
or give me something that can
help me figure out who is.
Until then, it's just a matter
of time until you're exposed.
I really hope St. Patrick
was worth it.
[ tense music ]
*
Fuck.
[ engine turns over ]
[ beep ]
MJ: You miss him?
Hey, MJ.
How can I help you?
I stopped by Truth,
called on James St. Patrick.
I actually get it now.
I wonder what it was like
to wake up to him every morning.
You know he was involved
with the Lobos murder,
somehow.
Now, I don't think he did
any of the dirty work,
not with those
bespoke suits and all,
but I bet he knows
who pulled the trigger.
I don't know what he knows,
if he knows anything at all.
You know this is
a death penalty case,
and you know a jury
would eat you alive--
a young, beautiful woman
sleeping with the enemy--
but...
if you wear a wire,
get St. Patrick to talk,
he and the shooter
would get prosecuted, not you.
You think he would confess
to me?
Why?
I saw his face
when I said your name.
I think he'd probably confess
just to get back up
that pencil skirt,
and you could get a walk.
That's bullshit,
and you know it.
If you had evidence,
the Lobos shooters
would be flipped on me,
not the other way around.
I'd get lethal injection
because I took a vow
to serve and protect.
I'm not your leak, MJ.
I don't know anything
about St. Patrick's involvement,
but trust me,
if I could prove he was guilty,
I'd serve him up to you
on a goddamn platter.
I hope you survive this,
AUSA Valdes.
I'll be rooting for you.
TASHA: Ghost.
Ghost!
- Hmm.
- I know you hear me.
Wake up.
What the fuck, Tash?
Kids saw you come home
drunk last night
when you were supposed
to be watching them.
I mean, what the fuck
are you thinking, Ghost?
You got to have your mind
right, especially now.
I haven't seen you
like this in years.
I went to a bar last night
to do some research.
I'm in control, Tasha.
I'm gonna get us
out from under Milan.
I got a plan.
Maybe we shouldn't be planning
something against him.
Maybe with Milan, doing nothing
is the right thing to do,
keep us all safe.
You got to trust me,
Tash, okay?
You have to trust me.
That's why I went out
last night.
I need more information
before I can make a move.
I'm gonna shower.
[ door closes ]
Tommy, Ghost is plotting
something against Milan,
and he's fucking drinking again.
Call me back.
Are you hungry?
No, thank you.
So tell me how Ghost reacted
to the meeting at Truth.
He wasn't happy about it,
but I got him to come 'round.
You see how the tables
have turned?
How he needs you now?
I can tell from watching you
that it used
to be the other way.
Well, a lot
of things done changed.
And yet some have not.
You're still uncle
to his children,
brother to his wife.
I went to see Tasha to see
if Ghost had told her about me.
He told her everything.
She was afraid, but more
for her friend than herself.
What friend?
- LaKeisha, pretty girl.
- Yeah.
All of you so connected,
but all it causes is pain.
What would your life
be like, Tommy,
if you had no friends,
if you were completely free?
- I am free.
- Are you?
Or are you still loyal to a man
who is not loyal to you?
Right now I bet Ghost
is plotting against me
even though he knows
I will kill the both of you
if he tries to make a move.
He didn't tell me nothing
about no plans.
Would he?
You know the man.
Would he tell you
before he made a move?
I see potential in you,
my friend.
You could replace me.
But you cannot get there as long
as you are anchored to Ghost,
a man you cannot trust.
[ tense music ]
Why we working for
the Serbian motherfucker, hm?
Why'd you send me away?
So you could kill Lobos?
I don't know
if I can trust you.
Listen, Ruiz, I know you
were talking to the Feds,
and I know that you almost
gave them my name
even after I saved your life.
The Puerto Rican girl,
the AUSA, she works for you.
Not a good look for you.
You turning snitch on me
does not end well for you,
but I'll tell you how
you can make it up to me.
You go give them another story.
I'm done fucking
with the Feds.
No, you aren't.
You go back to the Feds.
You tell them
you'll help them,
but instead of
snitching on me,
you give them a bigger fish,
our new boss, Milan.
I'm not snitching on that guy.
If the Feds put Milan away
or deport his ass back to hell,
I'm out.
I bow out as distro.
You get a new connect,
and you become distro.
You back in the game, baby,
with an upgrade.
[ indistinct chatter ]
KANAN: Yo, Tariq.
How you doing?
Hey, I'ma check y'all later.
I was in the hood, thought
I'd roll through, see what's up.
You want to get
something to eat?
I don't know.
I got to wait for Dre.
You got to wait
for your babysitter?
I hear that.
[ hip-hop music ]
*
* I be getting paper
You want some?
You should try it if you want,
get your buzz on,
unless Dre coming
with your sippy cup.
You'll get used to it.
All the good shit hurts
the first time around.
[ engine turns over ]
Donato, you said
you got something for me?
Shoot.
DONATO: Yeah,
a little coincidence popped up.
Four of the places we busted
for selling these cigarettes
in the last year
are owned by the same company,
a bread company
of all things, Stuben Bread.
You know anything about them?
Yeah, I think maybe I do.
Send me the names of
the Stuben places immediately.
DONATO: Yeah, will do.
Look, James, is this about
the attempt on your life?
Because you could just tell me
what you're looking for.
GHOST: I'm looking
to get you promoted, all right?
So if this works out for you,
I'll be in contact
about that bust.
DONATO: Okay.
[ groans ]
So?
So I checked Ruiz's ass,
all right?
- Oh, yeah.
- No more problems from him.
That's over.
Good,
'cause I heard Milan
likes white meat.
I don't want to be
on his menu.
[ laughs ]
- Ghost.
- What up?
If you're working
on some plan to get out,
you better fucking tell me.
This can't be
like it was before,
where you zig without
telling me to fucking zag.
Nope, I got no plan, man.
I don't know enough
about the cat, you know?
I don't know his story.
Most importantly,
I don't know his fucking
weak spots, don't know
where his headquarters are.
I mean, can you tell me
where he hangs out?
You got any idea?
Nah, I'm just as much
in the dark as you.
So I guess
we just stay the course.
Right, Ghost.
TARIQ: So this is where you
and my dad grew up?
KANAN: Yup.
He told me not to come here,
to stay away.
Fuck that; nigga needs
to know where he come from.
I started out
hustling these streets
after school when I was 11.
We started out selling
Fat Alberts to my uncles.
Fat Alberts?
What's that?
That's 1/4 gram
of coke wrapped in foil.
Back in the day
they went 25 a pop.
How'd you meet my dad?
He was in the game
with me, kid.
He a D-boy from way back.
He ain't just move the shit.
He was one of
the baddest motherfuckers
on the block.
He don't seem that way now.
You want to see some proof?
So you're not speaking
to me now?
I ain't got nothing to say.
Fine.
Then don't talk,
just listen.
I don't want you
to get hurt, Keisha,
and I don't know
how much time we have,
so you got to take this bag.
To shut me up, right?
Well, how much?
Almost 500 Gs.
You take this,
you look the other way.
You help me to prove
to the people
I work for that
you can be trusted.
Keisha, I'm trying
to save your life.
Are you?
What you gonna do
if I don't take the money?
What you gonna do
if you don't?
You ain't gonna
make it to the cops.
I ain't going to no cops.
I'm no fucking snitch.
Then take the bag, Keisha.
Please.
I'll see you here tomorrow.
I'm sorry.
Yeah, I am too.
[ soft music ]
*
[ tense music ]
*
Oh, you've got to be kidding me.
I knew you would pull
something like this.
This was not the plan, Jamie.
You said you had something.
You drop the evidence
off at 8:00.
I pick it up at 9:00.
That was the deal.
What's going on between
you and Greg Knox, huh?
No, no, no, you do not get
to ask me that question.
We are not friends.
We are not lovers.
We are just two people
who have to work together
to stay out of jail.
- Here, Angie.
- What's this?
It belongs to Lobos's
guy, okay?
Whoever the leak
is at your office
was calling him on that phone.
I figured you could trace
the number or texts.
Where is Lobos's guy?
Can I talk to him?
- Can't tell you that.
- How did you get this?
I can't tell you, Angela.
You don't trust me.
Makes two of us,
'cause you don't trust me.
Where were you the day
Lobos was killed?
Karen's hotel, like I said.
Can anyone corroborate that?
Tasha,
but you already know that
because you already
talked to her.
She said you slept together.
- Is that true?
- Come on.
The day
after you fucked me
on my dining room table
you took your wife away
to reconcile?
We spent the night
in the room,
and I spent the night
on the couch.
Are you happy?
You two should get
your stories straight.
God, I'm such a fucking idiot.
Angie, stop.
- At least we're both innocent.
- Angela, stop, okay?
- Listen--
- Just get out.
Get out.
[ soft music ]
*
KANAN: Have a seat.
A friend of mine, Breeze,
used to live here.
What happened to him?
He got shot in this room.
Your father and I used
to work for Breeze.
We was tough
little niggas like you.
Breeze was strong,
but he wasn't smart,
had the same routine
every day.
We always know where
that motherfucker at.
One day your
father said to me--
[ phone vibrates ]
Hold on.
Oh, it's my mom.
She looking for me.
Tell her you'll be home
in a hour.
All right.
[ hip-hop music ]
*
[ tense music ]
Oh, so what was you saying
about my dad?
Your pops knew that
Breeze'd be here at 7:00
to watch "Jeopardy!"
Nigga loved Alex Trebek.
So Ghost came up after school.
We broke in, and we waited for
him to come home and watch TV.
So--to scare him?
Breeze didn't have time
to get scared.
[ phone vibrates ]
Man, I fucking hate my dad.
I thought you looked up
to that motherfucker.
Thought y'all was tight.
He always trying to give me
rules on, like,
how to act and what men do,
but he's a fucking liar.
Like, he cheated on my mom,
then he moved out,
and then he just
turned his back on us.
He turned his back on me too.
You want to get him back?
Yeah, I wish I could.
If all the things
you're telling me
about who he was was real--
Oh, it's true.
Then everything he told me
about himself was just a lie.
I can't even trust him
no more.
You can trust me,
Little Man.
You can trust me.
Yes, sir?
Uh, can I get a scotch double?
Never seen you in here before.
Well, it's nice to be seen
for the first time.
- What's your name?
- My name is Bill.
Pleasure to meet you, Bill.
Nice to meet you.
Ah.
- One of those days, huh?
- Yeah.
Seems like one of those days
every day now, you know?
It's like the more I fight,
the deeper I get.
Uh, sir, what do you say I'd get
a pack of those cigarettes
right there, the Drina?
[ door opens ]
[ knock on door ]
You're never gonna stop
pursuing me,
thinking I'm the leak,
even without proof
I've done anything wrong.
Oh, I'll get it soon.
I, uh, figured out
St. Patrick's motive
for the Lobos murder,
so whoever helped him and Egan
kill Lobos is gonna
be outed and prosecuted.
I'd get yourself
a lawyer, Angela.
I am a lawyer, Greg.
I've been investigating
Jamie too.
You said you wanted proof?
Look at this.
The day of the transport
he was at the Odette Hotel.
See the date?
Mm-hmm.
You know,
this shows him entering.
Doesn't mean he couldn't
bail later to do Lobos.
I called the hotel.
His car was with
the valet overnight.
He left the next day.
Could have slipped out
a side door, had a backup car.
Any witnesses verify that
he was actually at the hotel
at the time
of the murder, Angela?
Watch this.
His wife, Tasha,
was with him.
I was sure he killed Lobos.
I thought I would feel better
if I could just put him in jail.
I went looking,
but I found this.
I told you I'm not the leak.
Do you believe me now?
You can say you told me so.
No, I'm not gonna say that.
[ soft piano music ]
*
I should go.
Yeah.
It's true what I said.
Um, it's a really bad
neighborhood.
I could walk you
to your car at least.
I'm--I'm just
so cold.
*
I still love her,
you know?
I mean, I really love her.
[ phone chimes ]
Yo, man,
I hate to tell you this,
but I got to close up shop.
Sure, of course you do.
[ Kenzie May "Honey" ]
[ soft piano music ]
*
[ both moaning ]
KENZIE MAY:
* This hate, need space
* Need time to forget
this taste *
* Five days to let it go
* Till we can't be alone
* I sit here, lay low
* Five days with the radio
* It keep playing
these love songs *
* It's rubbing me wrong
* First we fight with fists
Oh, fuck.
KENZIE MAY:
* Then we speak in tongues
* Hanging on, hanging on,
hanging on *
* Keep making love until
we fall apart *
* We're putting bandages
on battle scars *
* We keep on going
till we're in too deep *
* Impossible to leave,
can't stand this bittersweet *
* So pour some honey on me
* Pour some more honey on me
* So pour some honey on me
* Pour some more honey on me
[ tense music ]
*
[ tires squealing ]
[ tense music ]
*
[ phone line trilling ]
What the fuck, Tommy?
*
[ soft music ]
*
[ shower running ]
[ tense music ]
[ 50 Cent
"No Romeo No Juliet" ]
50 CENT: * Ayo
* Quit captain savin',
serenadin' them hoes *
* She no Juliet for no Romeo
with no dough *
* She report to pimpin',
now back to trickin' *
*
* She report to pimpin',
nigga back to trickin' *
* Ay hoe
* Get back to twerkin',
back to workin' *
* Get back to strippin',
they back to tippin' *
* Them stacks is fallin',
they back to ballin' *
* Them bottles poppin',
bitch them hoes callin' us *
* Quit fuckin' around,
not playin' around, bitch *
* Shit is for real
* Quick makin' a stack,
back makin' some mill *
* I mean, get us a deal,
come on *
* Bitch fix us a meal
* Tell me how does it feel
* On the social network
when they said *
* A nigga really ain't got
no chill *
* He think he fuckin'
my bitch *
* Nigga, that bitch for rent
* He know how to treat a hoe
* I mean all that money spent
* She says you a sweetheart
* A sweetheart
* Things tend to go a little
different round here *
* We pimpin', nigga
*