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Previously on Ghost...

Karma means you cannot escape your sins.

They'll always catch up to you.

Dru!

Two of Zeke's professors

asked me about what happened that night.

What'd you say about me?

I may have mentioned your name.

Dru, he's still fucking that nigga that dropped him

and Zeke's name to the school.

Cane, he come around here, asking for me?

- Or anything like that? - No, why?

You can protect Tariq by getting more info

on Brayden and everything he knows onto the wire.

Don't forget, son, you're my soldier.

I did what I had to do

to get through to him.

We'll absolutely reach out to you and your mother.

Uh, no, she doesn't need to know.

I go to open the safe, and the fuckin' money is gone.

My guys didn't break into your safe!

Any of y'all know anything about this?

So you really got Zeke off?

The cops have new evidence.

Tariq St. Patrick, you're under arrest.

Looks like justice caught up to you, young brother.

What is this?

I was supposed to give it to you in the event

that you were arrested for homicide.

I could set up your kids. Not just Zeke.

You could choose the life you want.

Mo, I'm home. I'm home, baby.

- Salud. - Yeah, haha!

Diana is harder

and more loyal than all of you.

She was the only one able to bring me back.

Nobody has a daughter like mine.

- Proud of you, bonita. - Thank you, Papi.

- Love you, salud to you. - I love you too.

Hey, Diana, how'd you pull this off?

Me? Nah, it was--

it was all the lawyer.

How'd a little girl like you pay for a lawyer?

I know how to hustle.

Ah...damn, 'Renzo,

you raised a boss.

What's good?

Whoa, whoa, guys, hold up.

- Hold up. - Lorenzo--

Back up, man.

Gentlemen.

It's a private party. Y'all weren't invited.

You need to be somewhere else.

Auntie Monet said it was cool if I bring my boys.

My bad.

Babe, you remember my nephew, Zeke.

It's been a while since you might've seen him.

Actually, no, babe, I don't think we ever met.

Zeke, I hope you realize

how much my wife has done for you, nephew.

Kino.

Oh, wow. Wow.

It's nothing personal.

Enjoy the party, right?

- Papi. - What's up?

Lil Guap here wants to take a picture with you for his IG.

You know your father was all about the business, mijo.

Whoa, just my keys.

Start using your head, man.

Fuck a picture.

Build, build.

Yo, Dru, come here.

This my dawg right here.

Lorenzo knows me.

We had same barber before his bid.

Oh, Carlito.

My son Dru right here.

This the one I've been telling you about, Kino.

He's ahead of his time right here.

He'll be running the city when I'm gone.

Still got a lot of time before that, Papi.

You're early.

You rode with 'Renzo inside, right?

How come you ain't come see us

when you got out couple of months back?

Got my own work out here.

My own peoples.

Come on, pour some shots.

We're on the bag up with Kino.

And where my cigars?

You know I can't stand them stinking ass cigars.

You not smoking in here.

I'll smoke when I want in my house.

And y'all ran out of chicken.

Can you bring another pan, please?

Ma, you need some help?

Nah, she got it, mamita. It's all good.

So listen, when we find our groove,

we start moving product again, right...

we're gonna run shit the same way we did up north.

Sixty percent for me, forty percent for you.

We're not locked up anymore, 'Renzo.

I'm doin' my own thing now.

Bullshit.

Who you running for, man?

Broad Street Killers.

I heard the Feds did a sweep of BSK.

Got almost everybody.

Now I'm in charge until the big homie gets out.

The same BSK niggas

I had to protect you from in prison.

That's who you choose to roll with when you're free?

I gotta run my own thing, 'Renzo.

Looks like you already know who you want riding shotgun.

I'll holla at you.

What's up with Papi?

Why's he playing Dru so close?

Cane, not now.

Dru, I left some bottles of wine in the garage.

Can you grab 'em for me?

- I got you. - Thank you.

Yo, man, your cousin Zeke kept on starin' at me earlier,

and Dru looks like he feels a way too, man.

That's why I gotta holler at your pops.

I gotta let him know that all that shit

that went down with Dru is behind us now.

Relax, okay? Lorenzo, don't give a fuck

about Zeke or anybody else.

He only cares about making his comeback.

We good.

You know who I am?

You're Zeke's aunt, right?

Don't play dumb, nigga. I'm Dru's mother.

I know who you are,

and you're not ready for my son.

I don't know where you're going with this.

Look, you and your big mouth

are not welcome in here.

Get the fuck outta my house.

He ain't coming back.

Remember when I used to go out,

get that bread,

you'd be in the crib holding it down with the kids?

We come a long way from those days.

These past ten years,

I kept the business goin' out here alone.

That's why I'm gonna make sure

you'll never have to put in that work again.

How? By making our kids do my work?

I saw you playin' Dru real close last night.

He's ready, Mo. He just doesn't know it yet.

I wanna hand what we built down to Dru.

You've been inside for ten years.

How the hell you know who Dru is?

I tell you what I do know.

Diana belongs in the classroom and boardrooms,

not the fucking block.

And I think Cane, as long as the streets

respect him or fear him, whatever,

he'll be happy with his position.

Dru's the one.

He's the best of both.

He has a cool head.

He can build, he makes the right decisions

and he can handle himself in the streets.

Dru's got a weakness you don't know about.

You better talk to him,

make sure he chooses what's good for the family

rather than his heart.

I peeped him last night.

I saw him scopin' one of them ball players

that came in with Zeke. I know who he is.

Are they fuckin' around?

You know everything.

Welcome home, Papi.

- Oh, wow. - Yep.

And I put extra blueberries in your waffles too.

Just the way I like it.

- I know. - So only Papi get breakfast?

It's his welcome home breakfast, Ma.

I didn't think you were hungry.

Welcome home, Papi.

Brought your clothes out the garage, Pops, but, um...

Yeah, but, uh, you can't rock any of this shit.

Don't trip 'cause I got drip for you.

I'd rather do another bid than throw on

any of them funny looking outfits you be rockin'.

Ooh!

- Funny looking. - Wow.

Funny looking.

I need to go to the Ave, so you and your brother,

you're riding with me.

Shit, I guess I'm down.

Yeah, I'm with it.

I never knew days like this would ever come again--

reunited with my beautiful wife,

my kids.

I'm gonna make some mofongo.

Ooh! - We're gonna have dinner

just like we used to every Sunday before I went in.

Everything-- everything is gonna be

just the way it used to be. I promise.

People versus

Tariq St. Patrick, Your Honor.

Charges are two counts of murder in the first degree.

How does your client plead?

Not guilty, Your Honor.

Applications?

Your Honor, these are two cold-blooded murders.

One victim is the defendant's college professor

and one a New York City police officer.

No amount of bail would be appropriate.

Your Honor, these charges are not only ridiculous,

but desperate.

They just had another Black student

under suspicion of these murders.

They can't figure out which Black man they want to charge.

They can barely tie our client to these killings.

"Barely"?

Mr. St. Patrick was engaged

in a criminal enterprise

on the Stansfield University campus.

His professor, Jabari Reynolds,

discovered his criminal activity.

What criminal activity?

And does she have any proof of any of this?

Reynolds was killed with a weapon

belonging to Detective Danilo Ramirez

who we found murdered by that same weapon.

Your Honor, the People have no evidence

our client even knew Detective Ramirez.

We found Ramirez's NYPD shield

in the defendant's dorm room, Your Honor.

Your Honor, I'm being framed for this, all right?

- I don't know no Ramirez. - Shut up.

Sit down.

Forgive our client, Your Honor.

Based on his criminal activity

we believe Mr. St. Patrick has access to funds

and is a tremendous flight risk.

He has extensive ties to the community, Your Honor.

Such extensive ties that literally no one

showed up for him today?

Your Honor, we request remand.

Your Honor, if I may interject--

I'm sorry, Mr. MacLean, I don't have a choice.

The defendant is remanded without bail.

He'll be held over for motions in trial.

They like to make examples out of cop killers.

So what happened to my sister?

I know they gave me custody, but what's going on?

They put her back in the system, Tariq.

Foster care.

Y'all gotta get me the fuck outta here ASAP.

Well, you- you heard the judge.

Getting you bail won't be easy.

I'm thinking illegal search of your room,

get the badge thrown out.

I didn't even know this Ramirez nigga.

Somebody's framing me for this shit.

If I were a judge, I would never grant you bail.

Well, I didn't kill the fuckin' cop, a'ight?

Okay, enough.

I'm just sayin' what they're thinking.

Well, he is right about one thing.

Any judge we approach will be under tremendous pressure

to keep you inside because of Ramirez.

However,

there are appellate judges who can be persuaded

to make certain allowances

with the right influence.

Right, so get Rashad Tate in here to speak to me

- and I'll take it from there. - Done.

This is where I fell after I got hit.

And I felt this, like...

This heat.

Yeah, burns, man.

Hurts physically, but nobody ever tells you

how much getting shot fucks with your head.

How you doin' now?

Oh, shit.

Welcome home, Papi.

Looks like the Jesus piece I used to rock

- before I went up north. - It is.

Had a jeweler give it a little upgrade for you.

A real welcome home gift

would've been a proper introduction to that connect.

Make that happen.

Me and Dru are ready when he is.

Yeah. Yeah, I'll make that happen.

See what I can do.

What the fuck you talkin' about?

Don't you have a phone? Call him.

Hit him up now.

I need a minute with Dru anyway.

Papi, I don't need to meet the plug, all right?

As long as you and Ma are here,

I ain't gotta worry about all that.

Anything can happen, Dru.

Same as the moment you got shot.

I'm trying to give you this game

so you can sustain

and put Diana and Cane in position

so you can run this shit.

You were moving sloppy last night.

There's no time for distractions, Dru,

especially for civilians in this game.

I've been asking around about Kino.

Word on the street is

he's over-working all them BSK niggas

and paying 'em scraps.

- We can recruit his men. - Smart.

But when word gets out that we stealing his men,

it may start a war.

Kino sounds like a threat.

Maybe you need to eliminate the threat.

Big move.

But I like where your head is at.

So we need to make sure his number two is on board with it.

Stay focused, make every fucking move count.

There's gonna be a lotta eyes on you now, Dru.

You gotta make the right call.

And you can only trust the right people.

Even outside the game?

There's no such thing.

Why you ain't tell me your father was gettin' out?

Because Papi told me not to.

I guess he didn't wanna get your hopes up.

Uh-huh.

He told you to steal from me too?

Ma, I did what I had to do to bring our family together.

What you should be doin'

is thankin' me for bringing him home.

I killed a man for that money, Diana.

And I ain't tell you to do that.

You acting real fuckin' reckless around here.

You don't know who you fucking with, little girl.

I got your husband outta jail and I'm fuckin' wit' you?

You shut the fuck up.

What, is there some reason you don't want Papi home?

Get the fuck outta my house

before I kill you in here.

How the fuck I let this nigga Cane do this shit to me?

You gon' take the weight for all that shit.

Ramirez, the professor--

all that shit's gonna be on your fuckin' ass.

Nah, nigga, you lookin' at this shit all wrong.

You think Cane is the problem.

Yeah, when I get out, I'm goin' straight at that nigga.

The damage is done.

You can't out-gun him now. Twelve gonna be on you.

Tch. I'll outsmart them like I always do.

You sound funny sitting here talkin' about outsmarting 12.

You so focused on goin' to war with Cane,

that you don't see the whole board.

That nigga ain't trollin' the op.

Who else helped him pull this off?

Cane is a shooter, but he ain't much of a thinker.

Who controllin' the nigga moves?

Someone had to put this plan in his head

- and he's just executin'. - Who telling him what to do?

Who was telling you what to do

before you sent that ass to Arizona?

Fuck, you're right!

It's fucking Monet.

She got this nigga Cane on a fucking leash.

I got bullets for her. No, matter of fact,

I got bullets for the whole Tejada family when I get out.

Don't even have proof it was them.

Anybody could've crossed you.

You know, sometimes it's the ones you love the most.

Lauren.

Why did the police arrest Tariq?

Lauren, I'm sorry, you're upset.

But you have to accept that your boyfriend

is a cold-blooded murderer.

How do you know that he's guilty?

Did the police use something from this wire that I wore?

Are they gonna make me testify against him?

Because I can't do that. Tariq is gonna hate me.

Some key pieces were captured on the wire.

They will call you in

because you're a very important part of the investigation,

but you're not the only evidence against him.

So you knew this whole time that Tariq was the target.

You lied to me?

We can't do this here.

Hey, Lauren.

All right.

Afternoon, good people.

Is freedom an illusion?

Um, are y'all for real right now?

I can't just sit back and debate this

like this is any other day.

You know who's not free? Tariq.

Right? Can you believe

that he shot Professor Reynolds and a cop?

Allegedly.

Fuck outta here with that "allegedly."

They fuckin' perp walked him across campus,

and we're just supposed to go on like shit is normal?

What happened was a tragedy.

Two beautiful minds have gone to waste.

Professor Reynolds will be missed,

and Tariq will go to prison for the rest of his life.

Now, I think we should move on and discuss the reading.

You know, hearing of this...

...broke my spirit.

Not only did I lose a fellow brother in blue,

but it's potentially at the hands of my own student.

If Tariq is guilty,

he let us all down.

Do you think he could have a chance at bail?

Like, could he come back on campus?

In class?

Innocent until proven guilty.

What country you livin' in?

He's been charged with a double homicide.

One of the victims was a police officer.

He can't get bail.

It's not possible.

For the right price, anything's possible, Professor Milgram.

And may I remind you,

the young brother hasn't been convicted yet.

Yet.

What about us?

We're supposed to stop because he's home?

I think you should tell him you're moving on,

and so should he.

Look, I don't know what to do.

Just gimme some time to figure this shit out.

I got three kids by the man, Dante.

And you have one by me who deserves the truth.

I want to meet my son.

You could still meet Zeke.

Our plans don't have to change there.

I'll set it up, but we have to move a certain way.

And what kinda way would that be...huh, Monet?

I don't sneak around for anyone.

I respect you too much to do that.

Shit.

Hold on, babe. I'm getting on the elevator.

Look, I'll hit you later with the details

- for the Zeke meeting, okay? - Cool.

Can you hear me? - I was trying to tell you,

your boy, Tariq,

he got locked up for double homicide.

They put Ramirez's body on him.

How did you and Cane swing that?

That wasn't very smart, Mo.

How long do you think it's gonna take the cops

to connect Tariq back to you? Hm?

Fuck!

After seeing my nephew Zeke targeted,

then they grabbed Tariq?

Shit seems like a witch hunt to me.

Do you think Tariq really did it?

It's a witch hunt.

What do they got on him?

I'm not sure I should discuss my client's case with you.

However, that dead cop's badge

was discovered in his dorm room.

Any idea how that happened?

No.

Here's 250 bands.

What exactly do you want from me?

If anything happens in Tariq's case

that leads to my family, I want you to tell me.

Double it and it's a deal.

But I need you to understand that the info I share with you

will be limited to what you need to know

when you need to know it.

I won't share anything with you if I think it'll hurt Tariq.

Nigga, for 500,000,

I don't give a fuck who it hurts,

and you better not either.

Call me.

Why the fuck did you plant

Ramirez's badge in Tariq's dorm?

Ma, you said let the chips fall where they fall.

The badge fell in his room, okay?

Fuck Tariq.

Zeke's good now--I thought that's what you wanted.

One thing about you, Cane.

You always know how to make shit worse.

They got Tariq.

He could rat on you.

If he doesn't,

whatever they got on him can lead to you.

I made a deal with Davis MacLean

to get us some inside information.

I gave him 250 bands, but he wants double.

Double?

Fucking greedy bastard.

To make that, we need CourseCorrect online.

But Tariq's behind bars, thanks to you.

We can use the white boy Brayden.

He can run the store.

The same white boy you kidnapped.

I mean, if it wasn't for him,

we wouldn't have raised all that money

we needed for Zeke's lawyer when we needed it.

Listen, Brayden hit licks with me.

He did what I said when I said it.

I can play that little nigga like cards.

You lost your mind.

Ma, think about it.

He's Tariq's day one since CourseCorrect.

He knows this shit, he loves it.

I'm telling you.

Let me check him out for myself.

Cool, I'll set it up.

And this stays between us.

- Mm-hmm. - Papi and them cannot know

we're keepin' the Stansfield business going.

He'll either want it shut down, changed,

or run it himself.

Mm-hmm, yeah.

Or put Dru in position to run it.

Exactly.

We need to keep our independence.

We gotta learn how to stick and move together.

- Right? - Right.

How'd your father get out?

Technicality.

Prosecution team was dirty.

I know you like to be invisible and shit,

but Pops, he wanna link.

He wanna talk business.

Now I see why you're stressing out.

You think that, uh, me dealing with your pops

is gonna end our business together.

He was inside. I found you.

Dru ain't done shit.

Now he wants to cut me out the middle?

He does that, he no longer needs me.

Now, why the fuck would I play myself like that?

Look who's finally learnin' from me.

I like how you're thinking.

Look,

my relationship is with you,

not your father.

Far as I'm concerned,

we never have to meet.

You know, the funny thing is

I knew your goofy ass'd end up here one day.

I really wouldn't be surprised

if your crooked ass end up in here too.

I still haven't received any dirt on Sweeney yet.

So what the hell we need to talk about, huh?

Listen, you can sit there

and watch me rot in this motherfucker

and not get your Sweeney dirt

or you can help me get bail.

When I get out, my priority will be

getting you what you need.

Nigga, I've been waiting for that the whole time.

What the fuck you think I'm doin' at that school, huh?

- You never delivered. - Listen.

I went on a family trip with the Westons.

Sweeney was there.

He brought up his old college frat glory bullshit.

Saw his secret photo album,

a whole lotta weird, inappropriate shit

that'd get an elected official

in the headlines for all the wrong reasons.

I know exactly where it is.

So you help me get up outta here,

and I help you get your hands on that.

Simple.

A'ight. I'll set something up.

But listen here, if you get out and underserve

after making this huge ass promise,

I promise I will make your life a living fuckin' hell,

you cop killer.

We're not working with Tariq anymore.

He got locked up for double homicide.

And we're not trapping at Stansfield either.

We can make plenty of money right here in Queens.

I'll begin recruiting some workers.

Each one of you will get your own crew,

except you, Diana.

I got other plans for you.

And once we find the steady groove,

you can fall back forever, babe.

Cane...

you hear from the plug yet?

I'll let you know when he's ready.

I'm waiting.

Look, now that you're home, you will not just be

ordering me around like I'm one of the kids.

When I went to prison, I never stopped

being head of the household, Mo.

When you were inside, we would discuss

and strategize together first.

Right, when I was inside.

I'm home now.

You don't have to worry about that.

I'm the one that taught you the game, remember?

Enjoy your retirement.

Go shopping.

Hit the Ave, enjoy yourself, get yourself something nice.

Prosecution recommends

no bail--that seems unfair and harsh, Ms. Sullivan.

A detective's badge was found in the defendant's dorm,

which is a shared room.

There is no forensic evidence?

None at all tying our client to either murder, Your Honor.

Another young Black man in my courtroom

experiencing the vicious cycle of this racist system.

But I am a BIPOC ally.

So the cycle can stop with me.

Mr. St. Patrick,

do you work as well as go to school?

How is that relevant, Your Honor?

Ms. Sullivan, I wasn't addressing you.

Go ahead, young man.

Yes, Your Honor. I tutor students at my school.

Good.

What I'm going to do is release Mr. St. Patrick

on a 10% bail bond.

You'll still be required to wear an ankle monitor.

Bail is set at $1 million.

It's amazing-- I couldn't even see

your hand up his ass from there.

I have never seen Judge Lucas conduct himself that way.

Judge Lucas and I go way back.

I'll leave it at that.

What do you get out of this?

And save the "good brother" speech.

Be real with us.

I just wanted to see the young brother Tariq

get a fair fight. Is that so bad?

I mean, we all deserve that.

Okay, okay, so that's complete bullshit.

Like, level with me, Tate,

what does the kid have on you?

Okay.

Whatever it is, it doesn't concern us.

- What does he have? - No, no, no.

Make sure you don't involve yourself

in any criminal behavior.

They give an ankle monitor in hopes

of catching you breaking the law.

Yeah, they'll know where you are at all times

with that GPS tether.

You can come and go to my office as you please.

You can't leave Manhattan without permission.

You have to stay on campus or at this off campus residence

you filed in your paperwork.

Whose apartment is that?

It's a friend's brother's place.

I rented it out to gain custody of Yas.

Oh, why--

why didn't you think of her

before you killed a cop?

Why did you do it? - How many fucking times

I gotta tell you that I didn't do it?

Saxe, enough!

Tariq, you can go now.

Right, so I'm-- I'm free until trial, right?

Well, not quite free.

Be careful.

The NYPD will have a target on your head.

Trust no one.

I mean, the only person I can trust is gone.

Did you--did you ever get in contact with my mom?

I haven't.

And apparently her location has changed.

So the Feds aren't releasing any info

until her new location is secure.

Just let me know once you reach her, all right?

I just-- I really need to talk to her.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Yeah, you!

First of all, you never ask a client if they did it.

Let alone attempt to lead them into a confession?

Once you know the truth,

you can never put the client on the stand

to support an alternative theory.

It's the truth that ties our fucking hands.

It doesn't free shit.

Come on. Wake up, Davis.

I will bet my law license and my right nut

that someone else will die

now that he's back on the streets.

Have you forgotten? This isn't his first homicide.

We get paid to work for Tariq,

not against him.

What's the update on Tasha?

I found her location. She's in New Mexico.

Turns out she's been requesting to speak with Tariq.

I think that's a bad idea.

Well, for once, I agree.

She tells him to run, we'll miss out on money.

No, his talk with Tasha can wait.

Saxe...

I want your word

that you will never again ask Tariq

for a confession.

Cooper,

I need it now.

You have my word.

'Riq, how'd you get out?

Dude, are you good?

In case this shit is bugged.

No, I already checked.

Yo, B, keep it a buck with me.

Did you help Cane set me up, bro?

'Cause I know for a fact he bodied Detective Ramirez

and he had access to here and that fuckin' badge.

So tell me the truth.

I didn't know anything I was doing

could've possibly been related to you.

The fuck were you doing?

Cane came by here looking for you.

He wanted to make money moves,

and...at the time, it seemed like a good idea.

You needed money for your sister.

So I went with him.

I mean, the shit started off fun.

We got in a car chase, we got shot at, we hit a lick.

And then shit got weird.

Cane had me help him move a dead body.

Are you fuckin' kidding me, B?

Kay, I didn't know if it was the cop Ramirez.

I wasn't able to tell.

But when he dropped me off,

I mean, he definitely came up to the room.

I was sick.

He could've planted the badge then.

I fucked up, 'Riq.

Bro, I told you to call me

if you see Cane. You were too fucking dumb

to realize that he was finessing you,

and now I'm the one payin' for that shit, bro--

- Two murders! - Okay, I'm sorry,

but you can't put all the blame on me.

If I knew what was going on,

I would've been able to protect you,

but you never fucking tell me anything.

I always told you what you needed to know, always.

I mean, what the fuck you even do this shit for, B?

People out here dying and going to jail

because they literally have no other option.

You playing this shit like a game, bro.

Go tell your dad to get you a fuckin' job

and quit before you get someone hurt.

You're really gonna stand there and act

like your dad wasn't rich and well connected too?

I chose this life just like you, okay?

I'm tired of you putting your fucking problems

on everyone else.

I admitted that I fucked up, okay?

My bad.

But you said Cane did some foul shit.

What the fuck did you do?

Oh, don't worry about me.

A'ight, and don't worry about fucking CourseCorrect no more

'cause you're not on that shit.

I built that shit with you, Tariq.

And you put it at risk when you let me get set up.

Get the fuck outta my face.

Tariq!

Quit asking me about Ramirez.

Okay, well, at least keep it a buck with me about Tariq.

Was he in on the Ramirez kill or not?

Shut the fuck up, Peter Pan,

and focus on impressing Monet, okay?

Make sure she knows that we do not need Tariq

to keep CourseCorrect running.

Okay, Dad.

You know why you here?

You need someone at Stansfield.

I can get anybody for that.

What makes you special?

Well, I built this system with Tariq.

And even though he's out on bail,

I figured I'd repurpose my white privilege, feel me?

I can ride with a dead body in the trunk

with the music up

and it won't matter 'cause the cops ain't checking for me.

That ain't enough.

White privilege can save your ass from the law,

but it can't save you from the streets.

Nah, I can handle myself in the streets.

Cane's seen it. My whole life,

my family always thought I was a fuck-up.

They still do.

But I love this shit.

I mean, I'm finally good at something that

my parents have nothing to fucking do with.

You gotta let me do this, Monet.

You need to go the fuck home. You not ready.

One more thing.

Did you help Cane raise that cop's body

and did you plant that badge in Tariq's dorm?

I don't know why Cane tricked me into it but...

I guess we're all in a worse situation now.

I saw your face when he said Tariq was out of jail.

You don't have the power over him you think you do.

I'll make sure he keeps his mouth shut.

Nah, just leave him alone.

Let's focus on making this money to pay Davis now.

All right, what's the plan?

Hey. I didn't think you would ever get out.

Yeah, well, you would've known had you came to the courthouse.

Why ain't you show up?

Um, I--I honestly didn't know what to do.

Lauren, you know me.

Now you really think I killed that cop?

I don't know what to think, Tariq.

The whole school was talking.

Okay, so then let the school talk.

They don't know me, you do.

Professor Milgram said the evidence

they have against you is enough to convict.

Listen, Professor Milgram's only running her mouth

because she's fucking Zeke, okay?

He got accused for the same exact crime.

So obviously she'll say whatever

to make him look better, right?

She's sleeping with Zeke?

I had no idea.

Look, let's just--

let's go to your room and talk about this.

Okay, I see how it is.

Tariq, I really care about you.

I'm just confused.

What is there to be confused about, Lauren?

I'm on trial for my life right now.

I might lose my sister forever,

and I can't even speak to my mother.

You're literally all I have.

Either you with me or you against me.

All right.

Guess the people you love

don't always love you back, right?

Tariq, wait, can we just--

can we really talk about this?

Look, we're done talking, all right?

And I'm done with you.

Tariq, wait!

Look, I'm gonna drop your brother's key off

after I grab my shit, okay?

You lied and said Brayden was the target.

Well, Brayden was the target

until the investigation pivoted.

When did you learn that Tariq was a suspect

in the investigation?

I didn't know he was an option

until I helped you off those drug charges.

Let's be clear. You never helped me.

You forced me to wear that wire.

No one put a gun to your head.

You didn't want Mommy and Daddy to find out

that you got caught with drugs in your room.

You made your choices.

And you didn't warn me about that why?

Oh, 'cause you were too busy fucking Zeke?

Zeke.

You're fucking him.

Don't play with me, okay?

You got over once.

Trust me, there's not gonna be a second time.

Zeke and I are none of your business.

Well, y'all about to be everyone's business,

Professor Milgram.

Let's have a conversation

when you're able to control your emotions, Lauren.

I'm under control.

What you doing here?

I just wanna come show you some love during these times.

- Appreciate you. - Yeah.

And if you need any money or anything, I got you.

Well, right now,

I gotta pay my lawyer $2 million,

I lost the rights to visit my sister,

'cause of all this bullshit that's going on.

I mean, I don't really need your cash

but a new connect

could definitely help. You got one?

Uh, I'm sorry, is your room bugged?

I mean, you think I would be asking you

questions like this if I ain't check already?

Your connect got better shit than my old guy

and he stopped answering his phone a while back.

So I don't know.

What happened to yours?

Fucking Monet and her son Cane.

They're trying to frame me for this cop kill.

And I know for a fact this nigga Cane

pulled that trigger. But when they put this--

this plan in action to get rid of me,

they even fooled Brayden's stupid ass

into planting the badge in here after I told him

to stay the fuck away from Cane.

Did he know why he needed to stay away from Cane?

Doesn't matter.

A'ight I'm not fucking with none of them.

Brayden, Monet, they need me.

I made this CourseCorrect shit pop.

So without me, that shit is dead.

They're gonna starve.

What about the professor?

Was that you?

You don't gotta tell me.

It's understood. Don't gotta be said.

I mean, it was him or me, Effie.

- I had no choice. - You did what you had to do.

And I pray that Yasmine feels the same way.

Damn, she probably hates me right now.

And she may think you're monster right now

but when she's older, she'll understand.

But you gotta focus on getting this money

so you can get her back.

I mean, I won't be able to make as much now

that I don't got a team.

You gotta keep Brayden on your side.

I mean, he wasn't intentionally disloyal,

but, like, he was stupidly disloyal.

You know, I feel like that's ten times worse.

Without Monet, you can't make two mil.

And she needs you to move her product.

Be real with yourself, 'Riq.

Why are you and Brayden really beefing?

Were you honest with him about Cane?

Look, I--

I don't wanna talk about that shit right now.

I'm glad that you here.

You know, you really the only one that held it down.

Wait, remember when Cane wanted to be a rapper?

Ooh, how can we forget?

Making beats at the kitchen table.

Freestyling, driving Mami crazy.

You always found a way to get under your mother's skin, man.

Some things never change.

I still remember after dinner,

you would hit a beat on the table

when we were supposed to be cleaning

and me and Di would get up and dance.

And Ma would come up in there ready to whoop our ass.

Ma, on a good day, you'd join us,

on a bad day, you'd run us out the kitchen.

Mm.

Ooh.

Uh-oh. Ah, here we go.

Hold up, hold up.

Let me get--hold up, hold up, hold up, right here.

What?

Hey, hey, hey.

Oh! Hey, hey, hey.

Oh!

I'm trying to do this, though.

Is that right?

I'm gonna go get some cheesecake.

That's perfect.

Hurry back though.

I will.

Love you.

- Cheesecake. - Yes, yes.

Let's do it.

We can't continue to do this.

You said we didn't have to stop.

Look, he's my husband and the father of my kids.

I sacrificed too much to keep my family together.

I can't give up on them now. I owe them that.

You don't owe Lorenzo anything.

He had his chance, and that jailbird blew it.

Now, I have a son with you too.

Nae-Nae, give our family a chance.

Don't you owe that to Zeke?

Look, I think it would be best for everyone

if this is the last time we see each other.

Okay.

What about my son? I still need to meet him.

Can't allow that to happen.

It'd be too disruptive to his ball career.

His fucking ball career.

What about his fucking life, hm?

If you don't tell him, I promise you, I will.

You stay away from Zeke

and you stay away from me.

It's over.

What's up, mamita?

Everything all right?

Yeah.

I mean, seeing everybody smile

confirms I did the right thing.

Mm-hmm.

But I don't know.

How come Ma seems like she don't feel that way?

Nah, you buggin'.

That's not true.

So Mami and I decided to pay your tuition

for St. John's University.

What? I- I thought you'd be happy about that.

I mean, I'm happy you finally let me go to school

but St. John's, Papi?

That's in Queens.

I wanted to go to Stansfield with Zeke.

Mami thought that was the best choice for you.

It's a good school.

Nah.

Monet knows exactly what she's doing.

She's mad because she gave up on you, but I never did.

She never gave up.

She's just burnt-out on these last ten years, that's all.

Well, if she never gave up,

why does she have a exit plan that doesn't include you?

What plan?

After I got shot,

Ma felt we needed a safer hustle.

So the plan was

once Zeke was drafted,

we would follow him out of town

to wherever he got drafted to and...

quit the drug game to work for him.

Can we talk about this later? I just gotta go out.

I've been feeding myself since I was 13 years old.

You think I'm gonna take orders from your fucking cousin?

Yeah, that's the thing.

Nobody knew you were gonna come home.

You weren't part of the plan.

Monet wanted a fresh start.

I'm the fresh start.

Your mom doesn't fucking get it yet.

Once this family starts moving on one accord,

everything is gonna be perfect.

Okay, but all I know is

if you want this family to move on one accord,

then you and Ma need to get on one page.

You're absolutely right.

And I'm taking your advice.

We're making a move on Kino.

And I need you to tail him tonight.

All right.

Let me know how that goes.

And I also wanna apologize for questioning your loyalty.

I know you're with the shit.

Hold up, 'Riq.

I got something to tell ya.

I went on a meeting earlier with Monet and Cane.

He pitched me as your replacement,

but Monet shut that shit down.

Hm, so they are working together.

Yeah. It was just them two though.

I mean, I didn't see Dru or Diana.

After spending time with them,

I mean, I still don't have my head

wrapped around this whole murder case,

but Ramirez I'm pretty clear you had nothing to do with.

A'ight, remember the kid that died in the pool?

Yeah.

Cane sent that kid up here to kill me.

Someone named 2-Bit that used to run with my uncle

killed the GTG kid.

I thought you said Cane did that.

I lied.

A'ight, but it was only to protect you.

I was being extorted by 2-Bit at the time.

He would've came and violated your ass too.

But he hasn't hit my phone in a minute so...

we should be clear.

Cane is the op, a'ight?

He's the reason for all of this shit.

What about Professor Reynolds?

Professor Reynolds wasn't supposed to die.

He just started doing too much.

Once the kid died in the pool, he wanted to help the cops

with the investigation.

And he wanted to write a book about my life.

I mean, he--he offered to pay, so I met up with him.

Cane followed me, and he overheard him ask

if Dru killed the GTG kid.

So he came out of nowhere and blasted Reynolds.

Then put the gun on me.

Same exact gun he used to kill Ramirez.

I told him I'd finish Reynolds

and help him with everything if he didn't kill me.

He put the gun in my hand.

So yeah, you know everything now.

It's your choice whatever you wanna do with that.

You know I always got you, bro,

no matter what.

Yeah, but this shit ain't over, bro.

We gotta protect ourselves.

I need you to get closer to Cane

so that nigga don't catch us off guard again.

I can do that.

Also, um, you think you could get your hands

on your father's photo album from college?

Something in there might be able to help me with my case.

Y'all are all I got.

So with that being said,

Effie will be handling transportation and reups.

Yeah, Monet probably had enough of me.

Effie's the perfect solution.

I usually am.

Right.

And you, I just need you to cover meetings with Bash,

and, y'know, handle the tutors and CourseCorrect.

We need to shut down the Stansfield operation

till this whole little murder frenzy

y'all got going on dies down.

Facts.

That is true.

Bet.

All right, I'm out.

- Be safe, bro. - Yeah.

Later, Bonnie and Clyde.

What's up with you, man?

Why'd you go so hard for me not to bring Dru?

And where the fuck is the connect?

I am the connect.

Stop fucking around, Cane. Where's the connect?

You didn't hear me?

As far as you're concerned,

I am the connect.

Because when shit goes bad with this connect, and it will,

bring that same fucking energy.

Didn't have to be this way.

You chose Dru over me and you lied to me, okay?

You said I needed to learn the business

so I can take over.

You're not fucking ready.

You're not ready.

What, you back home and you don't have shit.

You're living off my mother.

So what-- who we talkin' about, man?

You're my son and I still love you.

But this proves right here why Dru is the right choice.

You never think things through.

And you can't play your own role, Cane.

I see you kept the family going and I respect that.

I know you have a purpose, Cane.

Okay, so it should be me by your side.

Not Dru, okay?

You and I both know he's not built for this shit.

You wanna be at my side, then why you keep

blocking this connect from me, man?

What the fuck do I look like to you, man?

Make up your mind, Cane.

Are you trying to be my boss

or are you my son?

Tariq's on the phone.

Who's your friend, Tariq?

That's Effie.

We got some shit to straighten up

before we move forward.

How am I supposed to trust you?

Got me locked up when I told you the truth about Cane.

Tariq, I know how this looks.

But I need you to know I had no part in this.

You and me both know who it is.

He's fucked up, but he's still my kid.

You snitch, I shoot.

You shoot, I slaughter.

Yeah, I won't say shit about Cane but...

you just make sure you keep him in check.

I'll keep an eye on him. You have my word.

So we have a new way to do business?

Right now, they got me on this fucking LoJack,

I can't even leave Manhattan.

But anything you need to get from me,

you can get it from Effie.

You sure she'll be able to keep up with me?

Yeah. Yeah, of course, she can handle herself.

- You know who I am? - Yeah, I heard a lot about you.

So Tariq pillow talks.

Anybody I conduct business with

I make it my priority to know about 'em.

Tariq must really think he can trust you.

You must be laying it on him.

That ain't gonna earn you shit over here.

Look, we can make real money together

or we can make less money apart.

Keep that burner. My number's in it.

Just hit me when you wanna work.

Watch your phone.

No, you don't understand,

I never agreed to testify. I can't take the stand.

Sweetie, you signed the paperwork.

It's a part of your deal.

But that bitch Carrie Milgram tricked me into this, okay?

I--I swear I had no idea I was involved.

Life lesson--

never sign anything without reading it.

Good night.

What are you doing here?

Um, came to see you.

Let's-- let's meet another night.

I just have a ton of work to tackle.

Any other night I would drag you outta here

but, um, I have some work to catch up on too.

I don't know, I need to watch a few more YouTube tutorials

before I try and take that off.

Shit is fucking annoying, man.

When's Monet gonna call?

I don't know, we gotta wait.

Um...

how close am I gonna be working with Cane?

Ay, you don't got nothing to worry about.

- You'll be fine. - I can handle myself.

I feel like as long as he's around, you won't be safe.

I already know what I gotta do.

It's just--

I don't wanna take that route.

You know, if I kill Cane now, I'll still lose anyway.

Can I show you something?

What the fuck is that?

It's a letter my dad left for me in case I ended up in jail.

I got it my first night in.

He knew me better than I knew myself.

Maybe he didn't know you at all.

Your story's not over, 'Riq.

It's just beginning.

I'll hit you when Monet calls me.

Effie, thank you.

For everything.

Of course.

I knew you'd end up here, little nigga.

Right where you belong.