Power (2014–…): Season 6, Episode 4 - Why Is Tommy Still Alive? - full transcript

GHOST: Previously onPower...

TOMMY: Ghost,
meet Miguel Alvarez

and his fiancée, Maria.

[ gunshot ]

TATE: My dear partner,
James St. Patrick.

[ speaking foreign language ]

- How old are you?
- Old enough to want
to make some money.

- [ gasping ]
- Angie.

[ dramatic music ]

Angela's dead, Tasha.

Tommy did it.
He was aiming at me.

You made this mess.
You fix it.

[ rapid gunfire ]

TOMMY: This is war, LaKeisha.

I don't care.
I'm staying.

I need to get
a bug in his house.

How does Elisa Marie
feel about, uh, unicorns?

It sounds like you know
James St. Patrick
from the neighborhood,

and I'm looking for someone
to do some research.

Who are all these kids?

Couple of other moms
in the neighborhood

asked if I would help.

Figured I was already
watching my grandbabies.

We need yours and James' help.

You want us
to keep playing house

while the shit burns down
around us.

Tasha, you sure
I can't provide something

in exchange
for your cooperation?

Actually, I need
to start a new business.

We need to talk.

I need you to go through
that phone of yours

and find someone
who can tell you

where Alicia Jimenez
is going on trial.

I told James St. Patrick's
lawyer this morning

that Angela was not
the witness in question.

If we can catch them attempting
to eliminate a witness,

we'll get the whole gang.

Alicia Jimenez
was found dead.

All right, so I can
go home now, right?

Not with your daughter.

The immunity agreement
you signed is void.

NYPD are free to go after you
on drug charges.

Or help me get Ghost.

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 ♪

♪ Homie I grew up in hell ♪

♪ A block away from heaven ♪

♪ That corner every 15
minutes they moving seven ♪

♪ Pure snow,
bag it then watch it go ♪

♪ Occupational options
get some blow or some hoes ♪

♪ 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 reson 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 ♪

♪

[ dreamy R&B music ]

♪

[ alarm buzzing builds ]

[ heartbeat thumping ]

[ alarm buzzing ]

[ buzzing stops ]

♪

[ sighs ]

♪

Jamie.

[ soft ambient music ]

Angie, I'm--I'm so sorry.

Everything went wrong, Jamie.

Yeah, and it's--it's still
going wrong, you know, ever
since...

Look, I'm trying to be
the man you want me to be.

I just...

Shit just keeps
getting in my way.

You keep getting in your way.

No, see, it--it was Tommy--

It wasn't Tommy.

It was you.

You always chose Tommy.

You always chose the life
over me.

That night, you asked me
about a female witness.

If I had been that witness,

what would've happened to me?

♪

You feel guilty for
what happened to me, Jamie,

but not guilty enough.

How can you say that?

You wanted out of the life,
but you're still
working for Jason.

No, how do you know Jason?

You feel guilty for Raina,

but the QCP
still isn't finished.

I'm trying.

You say you feel guilty
for what happened to me.

Then why is Tommy still alive?

Angie.

[ cell phone buzzing ]

[ groans softly ]

[ buzzing continues ]

Jason.

[ dramatic music ]

Ticktock, Ghost.

Time is running out.

Look, I'll have
your goddamn money, okay?

JASON: Don't be a sore loser.

Tommy brought me Alicia.
You failed.

Now you owe me the penalty.

♪

[ grunts ]

All right, boys!

I got some news!

So thanks to some
extracurricular shit

- that we done
for the connect...
- Mm-hmm.

We getting fed
with a fat fucking shipment
coming in later today.

- Whoo!
- I told you! Yeah, man!

TOMMY: I told you if you stuck
with me, I'd make y'all rich.

All right, good.
That's what's up.

[ cell phone buzzes ]

[ inhales ]

Serb's got this Greek outfit

bringing the shit in
through the Red Hook Terminal.

[ cell phone buzzes ]

I guess they
some prickly motherfuckers,

so nobody better be late.

- [ scoffs ]
- [ cell phone buzzes ]

Why y'all looking at me?
I ain't the only
black person here.

- I can tell time, psh.
- [ cell phone buzzes ]

You gonna answer that shit?

Only people
that hit your shit up

that hard
is your girl or your moms.

I got 20 on his moms.

Oh, let me see what I got.

I got 20 on his girl.

- [ scoffs ]
- 2-BIT: Put your money out.

20 on his mom.

- Yeah, baby.
- [ cell phone buzzes ]

Oh, fuck.

- It's your girl.
- It's my girl.

- Yes! Give me that money!
Give me that.
- Damn.

Texting me about my mom.

- Oh!
- Oh-oh!

Thank you. Give me that.

ROBERTO:
This is why I don't gamble.

2-BIT: Yo, Tommy!
When you coming back?

TOMMY: Are you sure
the fumigators said
that you had to be gone

for two full days?

Tommy, my house
is filled with poison.

You want me breathing in
that shit?

Yeah, I forgot your body's
a fucking temple, Ma.

Lucky for me,
I gotta be out tonight.

Big shipment of Serbian supply
coming in.

'Keisha, can you please
make sure

that she don't burn
the place down?

We'll find something fun to do.

Thank you, baby.

[ mouthing words ]

I'ma get me a piece
of that pie that you made.

The last one didn't cook.

Shame about her.

Tommy ever tell you
what happened?

Bad breakup.

[ soft dramatic music ]

♪

[ keyboard clacks ]

LINDSAY: How many times
do I have to tell you

to pick up your clothes?

Take off the damn headphones!

ELISA MARIE: I heard you.

God, I like you better
when you're high.

LINDSAY: What did you
say to me?

ELISA MARIE:
Clean, you're such a bitch.

- [ slap lands ]
- LINDSAY: You're
the little bitch.

- [ Elisa Marie sniffles ]
- Wow.

It was a long day.
I was stressed.

Save it. No one's taking your
"World's Greatest Mom" mug.

But I have listened
to hours of this shit,

and all I've learned is,
Proctor knows all the words
to "We Didn't Start the Fire."

And while that
seems like a crime,

it's not gonna help
my RICO case

and it's not gonna
get you full custody.

I'm doing what you asked.

I can't control
what the thing gets.

Listen, you get me
something I can use,

or the only evidence
on these recordings

will be of you
being a shit mom,

and the only thing
you'll have custody of

will be your clothes.

[ tense music ]

How 'bout the name Tommy?

Elisa Marie said
a guy named Tommy

paid Joey a visit
the other night.

Big, scary white guy
with blond hair.

That's gotta
be worth something.

Could be worth everything.

♪

MAN: Once you turn in
the paperwork,

we will expedite
the dissolution process.

Okay, I'm finishing up now.

I'll have a courier
bring over the documents

within the hour, thank you.

[ lock beeps,
door clicks open ]

Hey, Joe.

Hey, James--

- No, wait, wait!
- I will fucking kill you.

PROCTOR: That's a bad idea
for a lot of reasons.

You don't want to commit murder
in your office

with a monogrammed
James St. Patrick pen!

I don't care about that
right now, Joe.

The other thing is,
the Eastern District

just got a new U.S. attorney,

and he's going ahead with
the RICO case against you,

Tommy, Tasha,
and, more importantly, me!

Let--[ strains ]
Let him tell you

what he told me.

[ coughs softly ]

[ door clicks shut ]

They still have a witness
ready to hang you.

The girlfriend
of some nigga you shot.

She saw you on TV.
She knew it was you.

I don't believe that shit.

Some kid named Miguel Alvarez,
man.

Who told you that?

- The Feds, man.
- What'd you fucking--

James, James, I need you
to think for a second.

We could use him.
Think about it.

They want me back with you
to give them
information on you,

- Okay?
- We control the narrative.

Let the Feds think
he works for you.

We could tell them whatever
story we want through Dre.

Joe, are you out
of your damn mind?

- No!
- All this kid does
is fucking lie.

How are you and I
supposed to trust him?

I'm being 100 with you.

Then tell me, Andre,
what's Saxe got on you

that makes you want
to risk your whole life
to help him take me down?

He has my daughter...

Heaven.
James, he got...

[ soft dramatic music ]

Joe, will you make sure
that checks out?

Okay, this is
what you're gonna do.

You're gonna wear a wire
when you talk to the Feds,

tell 'em I'm clean.

I'm gonna be listening,
all right?

And if you sound anything less
than fucking convincing, Andre,

or if anything that comes
out of that mouth of yours

is fucked up

and doesn't check out,

I'm gonna sign the inside
of your fucking skull
with this pen.

You hear me?

Get the fuck out of my office.

♪

[ door clicks open ]

You want to earn our trust?

Find me that fucking witness.

Hey, Tina, look, um,

I've decided to put the...

actual divorce on hold.

Yeah, no, I still don't want
anything to do with James,

but just--um,

just don't
file anything official

until I say so, okay?

Thanks.

- [ door bangs ]
- [ bell chimes ]

Oh, sorry, I heard
there was a day care in here?

There's supposed to be.

It--it's a process.

I'm--I'm still trying
to figure it out.

I'm Quinton.
My friends call me Q.

I'm Tasha.

Looks like a good space.

You know, lots of room for...
you know, kid stuff.

Really?
"Kid stuff"?

- [ laughs ]
- Very specific.

I mean, wha--
you sure you got kids?

- Very sure.
- Oh.

I'm still, uh,
trying to figure out
this whole dad thing.

- Okay.
- Yeah, got
a four-year-old daughter

that I'm just getting to know.

She's so smart and--
and keeps me on my toes.

I work construction,
so I gotta be out
most of the day, so, um...

Well, and--
so her--her mom is...

Um, you know what?
I'm so sorry.

- I shouldn't ask that.
- No, no, no, no. It's cool.

It's all good.
It's all good.

Yeah, no,
her mom's out of the picture.

I mean, she ain't
dead or nothing.

She just, um, love them drugs
more than she love the family,

so, uh...

Yeah, you know
how it go sometimes.

Yeah, I feel you.

So when I heard this place
was opening up

a couple blocks from my house,
I figured, you know,

maybe some luck
was turning my way.

Well, I'm glad you came by.

I will be opening soon.
Trust me, I'ma get it together.

You know what?
I don't even have
any sign-up sheets.

But, ooh, um...

- [ purse rattling ]
- I do have some paper and pen.

So maybe you can
leave me your info.

Yeah, most definitely.

[ soft R&B music ]

When a beautiful woman
asks for your number,
you don't hesitate.

[ laughs ]
Are you serious right now?

[ cell phone buzzing ]

Oh, um, excuse me.

Okay.

[ buzzing continues ]

Hello.

MAN: Miss Green,
I'm calling from 42nd Mutual.

I see here that
you signed "Tasha St. Patrick"

when you dissolved
Raina's trust.

It's just a formality,
but if you can come back in

and re-sign the documents,

if you are intending
to use your maiden name now.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

When did I come in
and sign them?
I don't remember being there.

Your husband brought them in
with both signatures complete,

yours and his.

He said you signed at home.

[ soft dramatic music ]

I'm sure he did.

[ cell phone clicks ]

Jason's payment,
plus the penalty.

You let that Irish asshole
beat you.

Well, Tommy's good
at what he does,

and Tommy has soldiers.

Look, tell Jason
I can't keep this up.

If he wants me
to continue to pay,
he's got to lower the amount,

or I won't have anything left
to run my businesses, okay?

This is not our concern.

If my businesses collapse,

I have nothing left
to give Jason.

[ brooding music ]

You pay, or you die.

Simple.

If I die,
you get no more money.

Simple.

[ breathing sharply ]

OBREN: Come on. Forget about the black asshole.

We still have to deal
with the Irish asshole

at the shipment tonight.

You pay.

♪

[ door clicks shut ]

You think I can
just snap my fingers

and shut down
an entire city block, James?

I think you're
a very resourceful man, Rashad.

And any man who can figure out
how to skim funds

off the Queens Child Project
can certainly get this done.

So find a way to get it done.

[ scoffs ]

- I'll make some calls.
- Good.

You ain't gonna do some shit
that's gonna come back on me,
are you?

No.

[ soft dramatic music ]

♪

[ cell phone buzzes ]

[ The Trak Kartel's
"Run Up in Your Trap" ]

♪

MAN: ♪ I don't play
by the rules, homey ♪

♪ Don't run it by me ♪

♪ Tell the ref or tech
ain't enough he can fine me ♪

♪ Headed for your home base ♪

♪ Finna make a cold steal ♪

♪ If you don't
open up the safe ♪

♪ You gonna feel
this cold steel ♪

♪ I gotta ball,
word around town ♪

♪ Is you got it all,
set up shop in my hood ♪

♪ But I never gotta call ♪

♪ Now I need the stash
and the cash
from your wallet ♪

♪ And I'm masked,
if you ask me ♪

♪ Homey, I was not involved ♪

♪ I just hit a lick
for the gas ♪

♪ And if you retaliate ♪

♪ Boy, I swear
that I'm coming back
for all of y'all ♪

♪ Boy, I run up in your trap,
trap, trap ♪

♪

♪ Boy, I run up in your trap,
trap, trap ♪

[ muffled arguing ]

[ door clicks open ]

And I wasn't--
I didn't say shit.

I didn't break or nothing, man.

SPANKY:
Yo, just drop it, Grim.

He picked us because they don't
make paramedic uniforms

in giant nigga size.

2-BIT: Tommy knew
if the truck didn't work,

you could just stumble
your dumb ass into the street

and block traffic
with your big fucking head.

[ laughs ]

Yo, man, I'm sick
of you talking shit.

I'll shoot your
Easter Island-looking ass
right now.

[ tense music ]

Yo, yo, yo!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa, both of you niggas
need to calm the fuck down.

Take it down a level.

Ain't none of us
should have been

anywhere near
that courthouse anyway.

Tommy got us acting like
Mission:fucking Impossible,
man.

If Tommy want me
doing Tom Cruise shit,

I should be making
Tom Cruise money.

SPANKY: Facts. We need to be
getting hazard pay

or something around
this motherfucker.

BLACK GRIMACE: What the fuck
you think this is, a city job?

What you want, health benefits
and a fucking pension?

No, nigga, I just want
to stay in my lane.

I sling product. That's what I do.

You see Tom Cruise running trap houses?

2-BIT: Hell no. And I ain't
trying to get caught

doing some
undercover bullshit again.

Ain't getting
dressed up again.
It ain't fucking Halloween.

[ indistinct chatter ]

[ phones ringing ]

[ scoffs ]
I need to see him!

Tate's out,

running for governor
of the great state of New York.

Well, he needs to know
the kind of man he has

representing his campaign,

the kind of man
who fraudulently dissolves

his daughter's trust
to line his own pockets.

I-I'm fairly certain
that James used that money

for the Queens Child Project,

a project meant to honor
your daughter's legacy.

Well, I don't care
what the fuck
he used it for, Ramona.

He had no right.

And even if he did
bring it in here to the QCP,

half of that money
is still mine.

Why don't you let this go?

We gave you the space
to start your own business.

Now, we appreciate you
going along with the plan,

but maybe you should
forget James

and concentrate on yourself.

Hmm.

Look, when my marriage ended,

I left with nothing.

All I had was my name.

But that is all that I needed
to build my life again.

Ramona, you don't even
have children, so...

when a child
comes into the picture,

it changes everything.

Now, I've already lost one,
but I got two more left,

and I will protect them.

I started the day care
for Tariq and Yas--

so that I could take care
of them on my own,

without James.

So please don't make me
play my cards on this.

[ soft dramatic music ]

A'ight, y'all know the drill.

We all roll in separate cars

so if any shit goes down,

the product ain't
all in one place.

- [ door clangs open ]
- Now, let's go get that money.

- Let's get it.
- BLACK GRIMACE: Yo!

You gotta come out here, man.

The block is crawling with
niggas from the gas company

saying some shit about a leak.

They not letting motherfuckers
in or out.

So what you saying,
we trapped in here?

We got deliveries to make!

- [ horns honking ]
- WOMAN: What's the holdup?

[ siren wailing ]

MAN: Come on through.

MAN: Hey, let's go, buddy!
I ain't got all day!

[ dramatic music ]

MAN: Take it easy!

♪

Your boys better get here soon.

I'm telling you,
shit's about to go down, man.

[ horn honking ]

I feel like
motherfucking Moses.

[ both chuckle ]

Let my people go,
motherfucker!

The fuck was Grim
talking about, stuck in here?

[ laughs ]

- We in the clear.
- Yeah.

♪

[ breathing heavily ]

[ seat belt clicks ]

- [ engine turning over ]
- [ tires squealing ]

GIZZLE: ♪ Heart of a lion ♪

♪ Fire inside me
blaze like a siren ♪

♪ Why would you try it ♪

♪ Wake up the beast,
no, I can't keep silent ♪

[ screams ]

GIZZLE: ♪ Get, get,
get loud for me ♪

Fuck!

GIZZLE: ♪ Blood,
sweat, and tears ♪

♪ I conquered my fears,
I'm ready to fly now ♪

- Look out!
- [ gunshots ]

TOMMY: Get in the back!
Get down! Get down!

2-BIT: Shit!
Where'd he come from?

TOMMY: Shoot that motherfucker!

Oh! Oh!

- TOMMY: Some bullshit!
- 2-BIT: Tommy, we're stuck!

TOMMY: Yeah, I know
we're stuck!

- TOMMY: [ grunts ]
- 2-BIT: Go, go, go!

- 2-BIT: Come on, baby!
- TOMMY: Yo, here we go.

GIZZLE: ♪ I don't
have no friends ♪

♪ I came here to win,
my start is your end ♪

♪ Now let it begin ♪

TOMMY: Fuck you, Ghost!

[ engine grinding ]

Fuck.

That motherfucker.

- You hit?
- No, I ain't hit.

When the fuck
you was gonna tell me
you in a war with Ghost?

GIZZLE: ♪ Get, get,
get loud for me ♪

♪

♪ Get, get... ♪

Step out of the vehicle

with your hands
above your head.

GIZZLE: ♪ We tearing it down ♪

♪

Stay the fuck back.
You better stay the fuck back.

[ lock beeps,
door clicks open ]

What are we doing here
at my office?

[ brooding music ]

Councilman Tate,
you want to tell me

why the fuck you in my chair?

[ door clicks shut ]

I needed to remind you
who you're dealing with,
my brother.

[ laughs softly ]

I knew I couldn't trust
that you wouldn't
do something stupid.

And here you are,
proving me right.

You know, James,

whatever you were
doing out there,

you're lucky
these men are loyal to me,

or your ass would be dead
or in jail.

I'm running for governor, man.

And I refuse
to let you fuck that up.

So yeah, I had some of my men
bring you to me, James,

to make it crystal clear
that this shit stops now.

[ door clicks open and shut ]

Let me remind you
of something, my brother.

You and I are connected.
My problems are your problems.

The man I was after, Rashad,

is a very dangerous
and violent man,

a man I could have prevented
from becoming a problem.

The reason I didn't tell you
what was going on

is because I was trying
to protect you,

the future governor of this
great state of New York.

[ tense music ]

And now they know
that I got help
calling in a gas leak.

It's not hard to figure out
who did that, is it?

And now you've involved
these two loyal detectives.

They got families, Rashad, huh?
They got children?

I'm sure they do.
You do the math.

I can't protect everyone.

Now get the fuck out
of my place.

♪

- [ door clicks open ]
- Rashad, stay out of my way.

The next time,
people will get hurt.

I certainly did.

[ ambient music ]

Angie.
I tried to kill Tommy.

But you didn't.

But I will.

I never asked you
to kill Tommy.

I only asked you
why you haven't.

♪

Actions make the man, Jamie.

So what kind of man are you?

[ brooding music ]

[ bell chimes ]

- TASHA: You again?
- Me again.

Making progress.

[ sighs ] It doesn't feel
like it, but thank you.

Maybe you, uh, need a hand?

Nah, maybe I just need a break.

How about I take you out
for a drink, then?

I hate bars.

And I hate clubs even more.

Okay, I feel you.

But...

[ drawer slides open ]

I do have a bottle of wine
in my desk.

Come in.

[ softly ] Shut the door.

[ door clicks shut ]

Mmm.

- Don't mind if I do.
- [ both chuckle ]

Now, um...

what's your daughter's name?

- Sky.
- [ laughs softly ]

Yeah, her mom named her that
so no matter where we were,

we could just look up
and be reminded of her.

- Hmm.
- It's maybe the only
good thing she ever did.

Hmm.

My husband--

ex-husband,

he used to do our youngest
daughter's hair every morning.

[ laughs softly ]

It wasn't always good, but...

he...

he had his moments.

Where's he at now?

[ scoffs ] He's j--

You know, I'm--I'm sorry.

I don't--
I don't want to talk about it.

I don't want to talk
about him.

I don't want to talk
about anything.

- I just wanna...
- Okay.

I just...

WOMAN: ♪ Dewdrops dripping
off of my lips, baby ♪

♪ Tease me ♪

♪ You got something
pulling on me, baby ♪

♪ Release me ♪

♪ You look sexy
when your eyes are red ♪

♪ When you let me hold
the bag, baby, I get wet ♪

♪ On staff, you can
part my whole sea, baby ♪

♪ Free me ♪

[ exhales sharply ] Wait.

- Stop.
- What?

I'm sorry.
I-I can't--I can't do this.

This is not who I want to be.

I respect that.

- And I can respect all this.
- [ both laugh ]

That's why I need you
to put your shirt back on.

Can I take you out

for dinner sometime?

A real date?

Yeah, a real date.

♪

I'll call you.

Okay.

♪

[ rain pattering ]

Hey, man, thanks.

- What'd you find out?
- [ door clicks shut ]

Checks out.

The Feds have his daughter.
Fuckin' Saxe.

[ sighs ]
What do you have for me?

I'm in.
But he looks clean to me.

Ain't been back but a minute,
so it's hard to say.

He's just working the clubs
so far.

It's all legit, man.

Yeah, that just means
he doesn't trust you yet.

Which is a problem for you,
because right now,

your only purpose in life

is to give me something I can
use to prosecute St. Patrick

for Angela Valdes' murder.

PROCTOR: Something's off.

Saxe should have
marshals with him.

DRE: What the fuck am I
supposed to do if he's clean?

[ scoffs ] Clean.

Tell you,
if St. Patrick is clean,

I'm a founding member
of the Wu-Tang Clan.

[ laughs softly ]
I think this dirty bastard's

running Dre off the books.

- No shit.
- SAXE: Work harder.

Get his trust.

All right, look, man.

One more thing.

I didn't catch all of it,
but he mentioned

some shit about getting
a witness to leave town.

Wait, wait,
a witness against him?

Yeah, he said "she,"
so it must be a woman.

Oh, fuck.

What the fuck
is Dre doing, man?

I don't trust him either, okay?

So I told him to find me
the witness against you.

Then we'll know.

I already know
that motherfucker, okay?

Once he gets his daughter back,
he'll do anything he can,

put himself back
at the head of an organization.

But he has to get
his daughter back first.

So as long as that's in play,
we know how to use him.

[ soft dramatic music ]

SAXE: Fuck.

♪

[ elevator bell dings ]

[ muffled Spanish speech
on TV ]

[ sighs ]

♪

[ men chuckling ]

[ suspenseful music ]

♪

Wow.

Not bad,
not bad at all, James.

Thank you, Jason.

I worked really hard
for this place.

I don't doubt that.

You are a hard worker.

Smart, resourceful.

But I would love to know
how you managed to get

municipal services to help you
carry out the hit on Tommy.

Did you think
I wouldn't find out?

Tommy was--[ chuckles ]
He was very upset.

He actually thought
that I somehow set him up.

Well played.

I fell for the bait,
but I didn't kill him.

No, no, you didn't.
[ inhales deeply ]

But you did confirm for me

exactly what
I thought about you.

You possess a certain skill set
that makes you

uniquely qualified
for our line of business.

- Your line of business?
- Think about it.

If you follow through with your instinct,

kill Tommy,
and become my distro,

all your problems
will be solved.

♪

You know I'm right, James.
Hmm?

No more feud with Tommy,
no more cash flow issues.

You can tell me
Tommy's pickups and drops

for the next 10 years--
fuck it, make it 20.

I'm not gonna make
another move on Tommy, Jason.

Okay?
It's not the man I want to be.

So unless you're gonna
put a bullet in my head

in the middle of my club,

we're finished here, my friend.

[ chuckles ]

♪

[ tense music ]

♪

[ lock beeping ]

Come with me.

[ door clicks open ]

[ knock at door ]

[ knock at door ]

- Yes?
- Uh, maintenance.

There's water leaking
in the apartment above yours.

Just want to make sure
the water's not flooding
your ceiling.

[ gasps softly ]

♪

[ crying ]

♪

- Maria Suarez.
- [ Maria whimpers ]

I know you agreed
to testify against me.

[ speaking Spanish ]

MARIA:[ crying ] No.

[ gasps ]

I took someone from you.

I can't change that.

All I can tell you is,
I'm not that man anymore.

I'm gonna give you
a second chance to walk away.

Revenge does not
bring back those we lost.

[ soft music ]

Here, take this money.

You can start a new life

or stay here and do whatever
it is you feel you need to do.

I won't stop you.

♪

[ sobbing ]

[ door clicks open ]

[ dramatic rock music ]

♪

[ engine turning over ]

[ tires screeching ]

MAN: Clear the door.

MAN: Stand down.

♪

You know, I mean,
seeing how I did you a favor,

I thought maybe
that settles things between us.

Maybe we could
do some business.

Possibly.
What do you have in mind?

Yeah?

Well, I got me some primo shit
and a lot of it.

And my guys is full up,
but I need to move more weight.

Maybe you could
take some off my hands.

Tommy, you know I already
have a steady supply.

Yeah--[ sighs ]
I get--no, but...

this shit is top billing.

You can't find nothing better.

No disrespect,
but my supplier's the best
I've ever come across.

See for yourself.

Mm, yeah, I like this.
This look good.

- Yeah?
- Where'd you get this?

You know I can't
reveal my source.

It's a professional courtesy.

Yeah?

This is my shit.

I killed my father for you.

[ shouting ]
Where the fuck did you get it?

[ soft brooding music ]

♪

I can tell you
it's a friend of Kanan's.

Yeah?

Young black kid,
about yay high?

That's my godson.

You pushing for my godson?

You leave him the hell alone.

I know you're still dealing
with the death of your father,

so I'm gonna pretend you didn't
just walk into my place

and tell me
how to run my business.

Unless that's
who you really want to be.

And might I remind you,

your godson's still breathing,
unlike mine,

who you had working for you
behind my back.

You got Carmine killed.
My godson.

♪

So you can take your product
and your demands

and you can
get the fuck out of here.

[ sighs ]

[ dramatic music ]

♪

[ cell phone buzzing ]

SAXE: It's so fucking
beautiful, Dre.

First you tell me he got
the witness to leave town.

Then he's about to kill her.
Then he's not gonna kill her.

And I am stuck trying to pull
some Fed's fucking dick
out of my ass

after sending them out
on a bullshit fucking tip.

Look, I don't know why
he didn't kill the bitch, man.

He had a gun.
He had--rolled up on her.

I don't know why
he didn't shoot her.

He said some shit about
living her best fucking life,

and then he gave her
a whole bunch of money
like he was Oprah.

Wait, St. Patrick
gave her money?

Yes, a whole lot of it, man.

Well, that's a felony.

But why didn't he kill her?

[ suspenseful music ]

♪

Tommy never talks to me
about any of his exes.

Best to forget most of 'em.

[ laughs softly ]

The last one.

The one that didn't cook.

- Her name was Holly, right?
- [ door clicks open ]

- Yeah. Ah, you know...
- [ door bangs shut ]

Well, hello, Cash.

You coming up in the house
and not speaking to anybody?

Cash, what's wrong?

Cash, I'm talking to you.
Come back over here.

Get up off these steps.
Come on down here.

Tell me what's wrong.
What happened to your lip?

It's nothing.

Cash, you better start talking.

What happened to your face?

[ sighs ] It's just these boys
around the corner.

Mom, it's not our neighborhood.
Nobody knows me.

They jumped me
and took my book bag.

Oh, no.
Come on, let's go.

Hey, wait.
LaKeisha!

- What?
- KATE: You don't know
these kids.

There's no sense
in doing something

that could come back
on Tommy's business
over a book bag.

Let me tell you something.
Nobody touches my son.

You're a mom, right?

So what would you do if this
happened to Tommy at this age?

I'd kick their ass too.

My point.
Now, let's go.

I'm about to fuck somebody up!

[ door clicks open ]

[ door slams ]

Dang.

What do you want?

[ sighs ] To know
why you're still associating

with known criminals
like Tommy Egan.

Who told you that?

Look, I'll never understand
why you protect

guys like Egan
and St. Patrick.

They don't give a fuck
about you.

You know that, right?

And you still have a chance
to save yourself here.

Can we just skip to the part

where I tell you
to eat a bowl of dicks

and slam the door
in your face?

[ chuckles ] You know,
Lindsay's a ticking
fucking time bomb.

If you don't smarten up,
she'll get full custody.

You're sort of a lawyer,
at least for now,

so you gotta see
how this is gonna play out.

Who is the judge gonna
side with in family court, huh?

The attorney
with a great new job

and the full support
of Eastern District

or the attorney
who's under investigation

for conspiracy to murder
a Federal prosecutor?

[ soft dramatic music ]

♪

[ sighs ]

So, what,
you a big drug dealer man now?

- What are you talking about?
- Don't you fucking lie to me.

I know you supplying Vincent.

I bet you dumb enough
to keep that shit in here.

- I don't got nothing,
Uncle Tommy.
- Hmm?

Where is it?
Where is it, Tariq?

[ suspenseful music ]

Where the fuck is it, Tariq?

♪

[ pills rattle ]

The fuck?

This is my shit.

How the fuck did you get this?

Kanan.
Kanan gave it to me.

He took me to--
to one of his flops.

He's dead now,
so I don't think he needed it.

Kanan?

Kanan never should've
given this to you.

You don't need to do this, 'Riq.

You're smart.

I mean, you got a good thing
going here at this school.

It--it's nicer than any place
I ever seen growing up.

You got a fountain outside.

The...motherfucker's bigger

than the whole building
I grew up in.

You understand?
I...

I love you, 'Riq.

Don't get caught up
in this drug life.

I need you to fucking stop...
right now.

I mean it.

All right, I will.

I will, Uncle Tommy.
I promise.

That was the last of it.
I won't do it anymore.

I swear.

Okay.

Good.

[ somber music ]

♪

[ door clicks shut ]

[ bell chimes ]

Here you go again, Tasha.

You're always running behind
my back doing shit, ain't ya?

Okay, really?
You must be tripping.

You didn't force Tate
to give you this space?

'Cause I talked to him.
He told me everything.

You took my contacts,
made 'em yours,

and then you robbed
your daughter of her legacy?

For what?
For a fucking day care?

Yes, a fucking day care, Ghost.
You want to know why?

Because this is
what she would have wanted.

She would have wanted me
to have a legit business

that puts food on my table
and helps the community.

- Tasha.
- Raina didn't give a fuck

about having her name
on some building.

That's for you, Ghost.

This is about you
and your own guilt.

She was my daughter too.

You don't own her legacy.

Tasha, I made that money.

You didn't make
that money, okay?

So I get to make the decision
what the fuck to do with it.

Give me the money back.

Oh, so if it was your money,

then why'd you have
to forge my signature, hmm?

You know that's fraud, right?

Should turn your ass in.

Tasha, you and I both know
you won't do that.

You'd lose all this shit.

You stole that money,

just like you take
everything from me.

- Tasha...
- It's true.

I mean, you come in here,
talking about

I went behind your back?

Are you fucking kidding me,
Ghost?

All these years?

Let me ask you a question.

When you look in the mirror,
what the fuck do you even see?

Hey, Tasha.

Damn.

This place looks dope.

[ exhales ]
Thanks.

[ soft dramatic music ]

What's up, brother?

Uh, yeah, you know what?
Let me show you the sign...

- Q: Yeah, yeah.
- TASHA: That, uh...

- [ door clicks open ]
- [ bell chimes ]

- TASHA: Try to figure it out.
- Q: Mm-hmm.

Yeah, so what about
up in here?

Yeah...
[ speaking indistinctly ]

[ tense music builds ]

♪

[ sniffing ]

What the f--
are you still here?

I made your favorite.

Come on. Sit down.

[ sighs ]

Yeah, you remember this?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

[ bottle cap clinks ]

[ sighs ]
Hand me your plate.

There you go.

Tommy, I like LaKeisha a lot.

- Ma, I'm just gonna stop you
right there.
- What?

I just don't want to hear
what comes next.

She's great, but--

But no "buts."
Fuck that bullshit, Ma.

No "buts."

But she's not the one.
I...

I just don't think
you should get too serious.

Why?
'Cause she's...

Well, it ain't
'cause she black.

I mean, that make no sense
coming from you.

It's got nothing
to do with that.

I raised a black son
right next to my own,

or did you forget that?

It's got nothing to do
with being black.

It has to do
with being a parent.

Ugh, you're not gonna
understand.

LaKeisha will always
put her son first.

It's what we mothers do.

Are you fucking
kidding me right now?

You know, Molly would have
been a better choice.

- Holly, Ma.
- At least she
didn't have kids.

I'm telling you.

I was right about Teresi.
I am right about LaKeisha.

Honey,

when people let you down,

it--it don't end well for you.

[ tender music ]

Or them.

And yet you're still around.

You know what?

Get the fuck out of here.

Just--just go now.

- What? What are you doing?
- I'm done with you.

Get the fuck out
of my apartment.

What?
Wait, wait, wait, wait.

- Come on.
- What's got into you?

Always overstaying
your welcome.

- Oh, like you always
welcome me.
- Get the fuck out of here, Ma.

Hey, you know what?
You was wrong about Teresi.

And you wrong about LaKeisha.

And I always hated
that lasagna!

- Now get the fuck out
of my apartment.
- That hurts.

Can I at least have my fucking suitcase?

[ door clicks open and shut ]

Is there anything that you want
to tell me, Tariq?

No?

Your godfather, Tommy Egan,

he paid me a little visit.

[ head thuds ]

[ grunting painfully ]

[ tense music ]

Stay there.

[ Tariq groans ]

Just what I thought.
Ghost is your dad, huh?

I never lied to you
about who I am,
and you never asked me!

I don't need him poking around,
asking about you.

He doesn't know shit
about what I do.

You know, you're a smart kid,

but you're not as smart
as you think.

Overestimating yourself
is gonna get you into trouble

that your wits can't fix.

♪

See, the thing is,

I don't give a fuck who you are.

Nobody tells me
who I can and can't work with.

I don't let my emotions
get in the way of business.

So you come back tomorrow
with twice the weight.

It'll be our little secret.

Hmm?

[ door clicks open and shut ]

Why are we even doing business
with this kid at all?

He knows us.
He knows what we do.

We shouldn't trust him.

We should shut
his fucking mouth.

[ dramatic music ]

He reminds me of myself
at that age.

I turned out all right.

Besides, we can kill him
and take his shit
whenever we want.

Until then, I'm gonna
work him for all he's got.

If I control the kid,

I control Tommy Egan
and his father, St. Patrick.

I'm not letting that go
that easy.

Oh, there she is.

Hi, honey.

- PROCTOR: You're late.
- You said noon.

I said 11:00, but...

you just weren't listening 'cause you never do.

[ lock beeping ]

All right, Elisa Marie,
why don't you go
do your homework?

No--what--I mean...
you should ask your mother

if you should go
do your homework.

- It's your house.
- Thank you
for acknowledging that.

[ tense music ]

PROCTOR: Whew.
Wow.

I-I forget how nice of a place
I bought you.

- You okay?
- Yeah, fine.

Look, I'm sorry.

I-I don't want to fight,
really.

O-old habits die hard,
I guess, you know.

You're not gonna believe me
when I say this, but...

I'm actually
really proud of you.

You're such a liar.

No, I-I mean it.

I couldn't make you happy,

so I'm glad you found it
on your own.

Actually, it looks like
things are starting to go well

for the both of us for once.

You have this--
this great new job, and...

I think I met someone who's--
who's really good for me.

What? Who?

She's my assistant
at my office.

Such a cliché, I know, but--

it's really early;
I don't want to jinx it--

she's really good
with Elisa Marie.

Oh.
[ scoffs ]

I bought a ring.

- Want to see it?
- No.

Come on.

Look at that.

Five carats is a little much.

It's a lot, I know,
I splurged.

What do you think?
Do you like it?

No.

I just think
that this new job for you

and--and this new relationship
for me is the start

of a--of a great future
for both of us.

♪

Have a great night.

Bye, Elisa Marie!

[ door bangs shut ]

[ dramatic music ]

♪

[ exhales sharply ]

[ text message whooshes ]

[ phone clacks ]

[ sniffs ]

[ Post Malone's "Psycho"
playing on stereo ]

TARIQ: Cubism.

My example is Picasso's Les Demoiselles d'Avignon.

POST MALONE: ♪ Don't act
like you my friend ♪

[ laughs softly ]
Figures.

What?

That you pick the one
with the naked African women.

[ laughs ] I bet you like
those freaky triangle titties.

[ sucks teeth ] I bet you like
those freaky triangle titties.

[ laughs ] And maybe I do.

- [ both laugh ]
- Yo.

No, but, like, I picked
that painting because...

he challenged everything that
was supposed to be feminine.

Like, those women could be
whoever they wanted.

Like, fuck everyone else,
you know?

I think it's dope.

TY DOLLA $IGN:
♪ Take you to the smoke shop ♪

Yeah.

TY DOLLA $IGN:
♪ We gon' hit Rodeo ♪

♪ Dial up Valentino ♪

You sure you don't
need ice for that?

Looks a little swollen.

Nah, I'm fine.

You're not gonna tell me
how you got it, are you?

TY DOLLA $IGN:
♪ Saint Laurent jeans,
still in my Vans ♪

Nah, it's handled.

TY DOLLA $IGN:
♪ Put you in a necklace ♪

♪ Girl, you look
beautiful tonight ♪

♪ Stars on the roof ♪

♪ They matching
with the jewelry ♪

POST MALONE:
♪ Damn, my AP going psycho ♪

♪ Lil' mama bad like Michael ♪

♪ Can't really trust nobody ♪

♪ With all this jewelry
on you ♪

TY DOLLA $IGN: ♪ Girl,
you look beautiful tonight ♪

That's pretty, baby girl.

[ children chattering ]

Q: Hey, Tasha.

You good?

Um, yeah, can we talk

in the back, please?

Look, um,

the other night, I let things
go a little too far.

I'm sorry, I-I don't mean
to give you mixed signals,

but this...can't happen.

Tasha,

I know we both
felt the same thing.

I like you.

I like you too, but--

but it's not about that.

So what's it about?

You know what? I don't have
to explain myself to you, Q.

All right? We just
can't see each other anymore.

This is about your ex, right?

Tasha, I seen worse than him.

I can handle him.

No, you can't.

[ soft dramatic music ]

If there's one thing
that I've learned,

it's don't let nobody
take away your future.

♪

I ain't going nowhere, Tasha.

I am.

LINDSAY:
[ speaking indistinctly ]

I-I'm sorry, I wasn't...
I wasn't sure--

No, no, no, no.

You did the right thing
calling me. Um...

go up to your room, okay?
I'll handle everything.

...violates the dormant
commerce clause.

- Granted in the commerce
clause...
- Go, go, go.

LINDSAY: ...is the right
of Congress to regulate
interstate commerce.

While all states maintain
a police power to regulate

in the interest of Phe safety,
health, and welfare
of their citizens...

- Hey.
- The negative implication
of the commerce clause...

- Hey, hey.
- Limits their actual--
[ gasps ]

Joey.
I know why you're here.

But you can't take her from me.

I've been going through
everything in my mind,

and I know what I did wrong.

It was on the MPT portion
of the exam.

I-I can fix it.
I can take the test again.

I--

What's wrong?
What's wrong? What's wrong?

- Nothing, I'm fine.
- All right, come on.

- Sit, sit, sit, sit, sit.
- [ winces ]

How many grams
were in that bag, Lindsay?

- Lindsay, Lindsay...
- I don't know.

- How many grams
were in that bag?
- It hurts.

Call 911!

Look, you don't want
to do that, okay?

You call 911,
they have to report it.

[ breathing heavily ]
I need water. I'm scared, Joey.

Fuck.

[ tense music ]

♪

Joey!

[ gagging ]

[ Lindsay gasping softly ]

[ gagging softly ]

I won't let you take
my little girl away from me.

[ dramatic music ]

[ breathing softly ]

[ exhales heavily ]

♪

- It was crazy, though.
- [ chuckles softly ]

I beat
the little motherfucker up.

[ both laugh ]

And I got back the book bag.

Yeah, you did.

Your mom didn't
want me to do it.

Do you got a problem
with how I handled that?

Kate don't think
you down for the life.

Because you got Cash,
you always gonna put him first.

Which means I can't trust you.

- And you believe that?
- But she a crazy bitch.

[ laughs softly ]

And she don't know you
like I do.

Uh-uh.

She don't know I'll always
put you before everything.

Do you hear me?

Yeah, I hear you.

I got you too.

And you know you can trust me.

You remember when you said
that you was gonna

stick with me no matter
how bad things got

between me and Ghost?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

Well, you better mean it.

'Cause you and Cash
is all I got right now.

[ soft dramatic music ]

I was looking for Ghost
to be my family.

♪

But what I needed
was right here all along.

[ chuckles softly ]

[ laughs softly ]

This what I wanted.

This is who I wanted to be.

♪

I tried to be
the man you wanted.

[ ambient music ]

I tried so hard.

But I wasn't, Angie.

That night...I lied to you.

I said I didn't do it,
but I did.

I killed Silver.

And if I'm honest
with myself, Angie,

I'm responsible
for your death too.

But that night,
when you came in the club

and I-I-I saw you
in that dress...

I should have walked away.

Sorry.

I...

I can't change what I did.

But I can change
what I do now, you know?

I'm done with the past.
It's--I'm done.

I can't keep holding on,

you know, to the anger, Angie.

It--it's burning me up
from the inside.

It's killing me.

I gotta let go.

♪

I gotta let go of you.

I gotta fucking...
[ inhales ]

I gotta let go
of this thing with Tommy.

I don't want anybody else
to die.

So that's it.

I'm gonna do it, Angie.
I'm--

I'm gonna be the man
that you wanted me to be...

But for myself this time.

What makes you think you can?

Because I-I had her, Angie.

The witness, you know,
the witness against me.

I had her dead to rights.

I didn't kill her.

I let her go.
I-I didn't kill her.

♪

You will.

[ dark dramatic music ]

♪