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- Felipe Lobos is alive.
- What?

He survived the attack in prison.

You talked to Lobos?

He thinks the
Jimenez ordered the attack.

You're safe. I guess
Ghost really is dead.

I have made promises
because of our deal.

If I had more drugs, I would gladly
take more of your money, but I don't.

- Stay for dinner.
- Enjoy some of our services.

Slow your roll, tiger.

There'll be time for that.

Kill Fantasma and become

my sole distributor

or I will kill the both of you.

Lobos ordered me to kill Ghost,
and since I didn't do it,

he's coming after us.

I know you can kill Ghost.

I hear you have a problem.

Apparently, I can help.

Move, nigga, and clear out
the fucking register.

All the money, all
the money. What the fuck?

Open the register, son.
The fuck you doing?

Open up the fuckin' register.

Okay, stop fucking talking
and move, bro.

Stop fucking doing the back.
Open up the fucking register.

Hurry the fuck up, bro. I swear to God.

Do you not see this shit in your
face? What are you doing?

Put that shit in the fucking bag.

Wookie. Wookie, what the
fuck are you doing?

We ain't supposed to do shit like this.

Motherfucker, I need money.

Shut the fuck up and
go watch the goddamn door.

Give me the Oxy. Give me the Adderall.

- Wook, come on.
- Move.

Oxy, all that shit. Hurry up.
Everything you have, nigga.

- Shut the fuck up.
- Move.

Let's get the hell out of here. Come on.

Fuck are you doing, man?

Look, come on, man.
Let's get the hell out of here.

Freeze! Don't fucking move.

Lower your weapon slowly.

Drop the weapon now.

What the fuck you do?

You supposed to be watching the door.

Sir, is there anyone else
in the store with you?

No, I'm working alone, so
I triggered the silent alarm.

You already triggered the alarm?

- Yeah.
- I wish you hadn't done that.

Shoot this motherfucker.

How many times have I told y'all

not to do a job without a plan?

If I wanted to be somebody's mama,

I'd have had kids of my own.

Let me explain, yo. I was just...

I got this. Get the fuck out of here.

Dumb motherfucker.

You made me do this shit to you.

Car 41805.

We got a 10-13.

Shots fired at 1462
Alabama Ave southeast.

Officer-involved shooting.

Two victims down.

Officer LaVerne Ganner shot
and killed the suspect

after he gunned down the night clerk

at this family-owned pharmacy.

Both men were
pronounced dead at the scene.

Officer Ganner is an
eight-year veteran of the department.

She is a member of the National
Black Police Association.

The media relation liaison
made Officer Ganner

available earlier for a brief statement.

I am sorry that I arrived too late...

Good day at the office, huh, Jukebox?

These motherfuckers.

I think of the plight
of our young black men

here in D.C. and all over the nation.

Too many of our boys
end up in prison or dead.

There was no surveillance tape on scene,

- so police would like to...
- Thanks for the tea.

Hear from anyone who was
in the area at the time.

Officer Ganner said
an additional suspect...

What are we gonna do now?

Fled the scene with stolen
pharmaceuticals.

Same as planned.

We're just a man down.
Wookie couldn't be trusted, anyway.

Always putting himself first.

You got the mustard?

Yeah, it's right there.

What about ole boy?

I'm not so sure about him, either.

Have you heard anything?

He been in and out
since you brought him here

from the hospital.

Not a peep from his fine ass all day.

Hmm.

Come here.

Mm. I'm not falling for it.

- Falling for what?
- You just don't want me to beat you.

What, are we in high school here?

My track coach would love this.

You still trying to beat me.

The girls couldn't run.

How else was I supposed to get faster?

Good point.

I got tired of coming
in first in the slow lane.

Jamie, you think it went
all right with the kids?

Got to come in first
there, too, huh, Ang?

I don't know.

I think it went great.

You know? We'll work it out.

We'll make it work,
and we'll be a family.

That's what I want.

Well, we'll have everything we want,

'cause where there's
a will, there's a way,

and you and me are the most willful
motherfuckers I ever met.

Speaking of getting everything you want.

Things all right at the club?

You left me alone with the kids
the first time they came over.

- _
- Must have been important.

Sorry about that. Won't happen again.

No, I liked it, but everything
worked out okay, though, right?

Come on. Are you kidding me?

It's me.

I got everything on lock.

Matter of fact, I'm feeling so good,

maybe I'll give you a head start
back to your apartment.

I'm gonna win anyway, of course.

- Challenge accepted.
- All right.

Okay, Miss Thing. You got 60 seconds.

Go!

Why the fuck you drag us
all the way out here?

We need new paperwork
to cover the new business.

And what business is that?

- Hair weaves?
- Oh, shit.

Yes, hair weaves.

I got a hair connect who'll give us
a great price if we pay in cash.

Nice.

Okay, but how do we
actually clean the money?

Make it legit?

Babe, dope money is dirty.

The good thing is that it's cash,

which makes it untraceable.

Exactly.

We're gonna use this dirty cash

to buy hair in bulk
at a wholesale price,

then sell it to other salons
at double what we paid for it,

but money coming from
other salons is clean.

How do you know the
other salons will buy from you?

They won't have a choice, sweetie.

Our prices'll be lower
than anything on the streets.

We dummy the receipts,
make it look like the money

was coming from my initial investment.

Looks like Tommy and I sold
out the wash-and-folds

and went into hair for a living.

- Which is what we did.
- Right.

I mean, from there, it's just
about generating enough receipts

to keep up with the amount
of cash coming in.

Which is what you'll teach me how to do.

Yeah, and to deal with the bank.

I mean, we're fine now,

since you just got product
in the pipeline,

but soon, we're gonna need
to open up more salons

to keep up with the cash.

That's where LaKeisha comes in.

Instead of just doing
hair, we're gonna start

selling it too.

We sell wholesale to the competition,

and then we sell retail
to your customers,

double and tripling the profits.

Then we'll make enough money to expand.

Open up a new location.

A new location?

Yeah, and then a new one,

another one, a franchise.

You gonna be the McDonald's of weaves.

I hope you're right, T.,

'cause if so, we both
gonna be rich as shit.

Mm-hmm.

And then maybe I can
buy you something for once.

It's nice having you here, girl.

Thanks for doing this with me.

Tommy, it's me again, man.

Look, I dropped by your crib.

Get at me.

Fuck.

You have a good time?

Fuck.

Fuck, girl. Hell yeah.
You are a professional.

You look good.

You so big.

Don't need to buy girl.

Fuck, I'm not gonna
pass up on it, either,

especially if she look like you.

Damn.

Whoo.

Where are you from?

- Seoul, Korea.
- Uh-huh.

- You like Korean girl?
- Shit.

Well, that's what I'm supposed to say...

but really, I'm from Fort Lee.

No shit.

You want some?

No. No, I'm good, Ms. Fort Lee.

Didn't you do some of
that shit before we started?

Don't worry, I'm a big girl.

- This stuff is weak as shit, anyway.
- Is that right?

Where'd you get that shit from?

Dylan.

He gives it to all the girls
when they have customers.

Yo, T.

Yo, holla at me ASAP, dog.

Brought your gimp ass a cane.

Is that because I look crippled to you?

Pitiful's more like it.

Like you ain't been eating or some shit.

Go on that Black Panther diet.

I don't fuck with no white shit.

No potatoes, no rice, no
pasta, not even bread.

Yeah, well, beggars can't be choosers,

especially when you're
in your condition.

I'll be a'ight when I
get back on my feet.

Pass me them pills.

Not until you tell me why you're here.

Come on, we already went over
this shit at the hospital.

I ain't talking about
the lie we told the doctors

to get you treated.

I want to know the truth.

Why'd I have to drive up
to New York to get your ass

and bring you back to D.C.?

I got in a fight with some niggas,

I wound up bleeding out
on the side of the road.

What niggas?

Territory beef.

Guess they won.

Hmm.

I ain't giving you shit

till you be real with me

and tell me what's really going on.

Now, quit bullshitting, Jukebox.

Shit ain't fucking funny.

Half my side busted in here, man.

Yeah?

Deal with it.

Give me my shit.

My pills.

Thank you for meeting
with me on such short notice.

Karen, don't be silly.
It's our pleasure.

I still have to talk to
my team about the financials,

but you guys seem great.

Well, so do you.

Oh, sorry, mate. Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Could we get the check?

Sir, your bill's already been paid.

By who?

Gentlemen, I wanted to
personally thank you

for your unsavory business practices,

so I called your assistant,

and, uh, she told me
where you were having dinner.

We got to fire her.

No, I can't fire her. I'm fucking her.

- Thank you for dinner, Mister...
- St. Patrick.

I'm James St. Patrick, and you are...

Karen Bassett.

You're welcome for dinner,
and lovely to meet you.

Did you call my assistant as well?

No, I didn't. I actually recognize you.

Your family's hotel group

just opened a property in Saint Barts,

but now you're
branching out on your own, right?

Right.

We're in the middle of something
right now, mate.

Uh, why don't you
pop by our place tomorrow

and we'll finish our discussion, yeah?

Ms. Bassett, I don't know what
your interest in these two is,

but a friendly piece of advice:

Watch the company you keep.

Okay, let's, uh...

Dinner's over. Let's go.

It is over.

Have a great rest of your night.

Pleasure to meet you. Thank you.

Gentlemen.

So it's not a true four-bedroom.

It's more of a three-bedroom
with a maid's room.

The last one is still a toddler,

so the maid's might be fine for now.

What did you say your husband...

Boyfriend.

Boyfriend does for a living?

He's a nightclub owner.

Good, sounds like he
can afford the place.

No, no, I'll be paying for half.

Well, maybe a little less than half.

All right, well, here's the application.

Fill it out, and we can
get the process started.

Welcome to your new life.

What's that smell?

It's burning hair.
You'll get used to it.

Come on.

Hey, what's up, girl?

What's up, Tash?

Trying to get shit set up, so...

this is Tommy's girlfriend Holly.

She's gonna be
helping me with the books.

So I wanted you guys to meet.

What's up?

Uh, where's your bathroom?

Last door on the right.

Ms. Davis, go ahead and meet
me at the washbowl, all right?

I'll be there in a second.

Hold up. Ain't that the bitch
who stole your earrings?

- 'Keisha...
- Don't "'Keish" me.

- You're the one who brought her in here.
- It's fine.

I'm telling you right now,

if that bitch tries to steal
a motherfucking thing

out this shop, I'ma beat her flat ass.

Okay.

She know why I'm here?

She don't know shit,

and it's gonna stay that way,

'cause you're gonna
keep your mouth shut.

That way, if shit ever goes down,

'Keisha can say she ain't know nothing,

and it'll be the truth.

Plausible deniability. I get it.

Mm-hmm.

Guys, let's make sure we have someone

on the front and back entrances of
the club at all times. Thanks John.

Dean, can I get a word?

- Absolutely, Mr. St. Patrick.
- Gentlemen.

Look, does your firm
provide personal security?

Like, if you do, could you also
still secure my three clubs?

Of course. Is it personal
detail for you?

- Yeah.
- Has someone threatened you?

Mm, club business.

I got in a feud with some rival club
owners. You know, it could get messy.

Okay, well, my men would have
no problem looking after you.

They're professionals.
And for a price, of course.

I'd expect nothing less.

Excuse me.

Okay.

This is a pleasant surprise, I must say.

- Can I get you a drink?
- No, thank you.

I'm not accustomed to people
interrupting me during dinner.

Sorry.

But I must say, I was impressed

with the way you handled yourself.

Well, you know, you can't
spank kids these days.

Got to put 'em in time out, you know?

Stern should have spanked you, then,

for taking back this club
as well as Verbatim and Strive.

Look at you doing your homework.

I heard Madeline Stern got
a few clubs in the divorce.

I met her. She's not the working type.

I guess you two had a
symbiotic relationship?

We had a common enemy.

Why are you meeting with
the toddlers across the street?

Mutual friends.

- And they're hot right now.
- Hmm.

I'm planning to refurbish
an old apartment building,

turn it into a luxe eco-hotel.

I'd love to get a bar or club inside.

I was on the verge of
signing Andy and Alby.

Until I showed up.

And now I'm not so sure.

I'm gonna take the
next few weeks to examine

you and them individually,

as well as the portfolios
of your nightclubs.

But I got to get to know you personally

as well as professionally.
I know you can run a club,

and I know you can do a deal,
but who is James St. Patrick?

- That is the question.
- Precisely.

What you see is what you get.

I'm as real as they come.

You burn yourself cooking, or what?

Don't worry. I don't bite.

I'm a RN at D.C. General.

That's how I met your cousin.

You got to start cleaning your wounds

and doing hand exercises

so your skin don't tighten.

You don't want to lose use of it.

Not even gonna try one for me?

I need my meds.

Jukebox says you can't have any.

What she says goes.

That girl been trying to boss
people around since we was kids.

Y'all must have been pretty tight.

I never seen her let anybody stay here.

She owes me.

I was there for her when her daddy...

kicked her out for the way she is.

You her...

Girlfriend?

Yeah.

But I like niggas too.

Obviously.

What's that you're drinking?

Texas tea.

You want to try a little?

It might make you feel better.

That don't taste like no damn tea.

It grows on you after a few sips.

So you told Jukebox to move

to D.C. and accept who she really is.

That's probably why she
looks up to you so much.

She don't look up to me.

If she looked up to me,
she wouldn't be no damn cop.

Must have been some real bad shit

go down between you
and whoever jumped you.

You ain't been outside that long.

Might be a little history there.

Is there gonna be a rematch?

Fuck yeah.

I'm just too fucked up...

to go at Ghost.

I mean, ghosts.

'Keisha's definitely got your back.

I saw the way she was looking at me.

You must've told her about the earrings.

Why wouldn't I?

You took 'em, didn't you?

Yeah, I did.

Mm.

Shit.

Make sure your seatbelt's on.

The police are behind us.

Don't look back. What
the fuck are you doing?

- Just chill.
- I can't.

I've got all this cash on me.

I thought we were going
to make deposits at the bank.

Just close your bag

and act normal, okay?

Good evening, ma'am. May I
see your license and registration?

I'm stopping you because you
made an improper lane change

about a mile and a half back.

I'm so, so sorry, officer.
It's... it's my fault.

Tasha's my nanny.

If she did anything wrong,

it's because I was just rushing her

- to get back to my place.
- Sorry, sir.

Me did try to do what me boss say.

Me never realize me never
put on the signal.

Well just...

Use your turn signals next time.

- Oh, I appreciate that, officer.
- Okay, watch the road.

- Manners and respect.
- Watch the road.

Okay.

We got it on good authority
that the drugs we gave you

have been stepped on and turned to shit.

What business is it of yours
once you deliver the product to us?

Technically, it's not,
but if you're selling garbage,

someone's gonna get dead,
and then the cops come.

They trace this shit. Uh, we both lose.

I can't hear a word over this shit.

Will someone go up there and
pull this guy's fucking plug?

I have no knowledge of what
you're talking about.

I believe you, and you've
been in the game

a lot longer than me,
so I ain't gonna tell you

how to run your business,
but who's ever doing this

in your organization is actually
withholding the extra cash

they're making by selling
this diluted product.

_

_

If what you say is true,

then this all occurred
because you make a promise

and you did not deliver.

We dealing with that drug
situation as we speak,

but I need you to right this wrong,

so the two of us can have
a long partnership,

making money for years to come.

Don't worry about it.

I will look into it.

_

_

_

If you think we're leaving before
this, you're fucking nuts.

Me can't believe you made me play

the Driving Miss Daisy routine.

And it worked. It totally
fucking worked.

Even though I nearly lost my shit

seeing you go all Miss Cleo.

I've always been good at,
you know, doing voices,

imitating people.

I didn't know that.

Holly, there's a lot that we
don't know about each other.

- Hmm.
- Huh.

Can you do a Tommy impression?

Oh, yeah, I probably can.

All you got to do is
make a bunch of faces

and curse every other word.

"Yo, Tash. Yo, Tash.

"I'm about to cancel Christmas
on these motherfuckers.

Yeah, you got any more
hushpuppies up in here?"

Is that supposed to be me?

- Yeah.
- I don't fucking sound like that.

"I don't fucking sound like that."

I'm glad you two are getting
along so well together

while I'm busting my ass out here.

We're getting shit set up, a'ight?

Actually, we were busy
getting pulled over.

What?

We handled it.

What?

It's like we used to say,

they ain't see shit,
we ain't say shit...

So it ain't shit.

All right, it's time for
me to get home to my kids.

I'll see y'all.

How are they doing with Ghost gone?

Yo, look, baby, she don't
want to talk about him.

And you know what? Neither do I.

You know what?

Honestly, this whole situation

has been a bit rough on all of us,

but we're taking it day by day.

I can't believe anyone
would do this to their family.

I mean, what'd he do, go get
a new apartment or something?

Nah, he moved in with his bitch.

What a dick.

All right. I'm out, y'all.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Holly, don't forget
we're gonna meet at the bank

at 9:00 in the morning.

I'll be there.

All right, thanks.

You hear that?

Ghost is gonna be at Angela's.

Uh-huh.

You could get him there.

Yeah, I could.

So how was he?

- Slow, I bet.
- We ain't fuck.

Why not?

That nigga was in no condition to fuck.

So I turned him on to some of that lean.

I'm trying to wean him off the drugs

to get him to come clean.

It got a little good to him.

He said something
about getting back at ghosts?

Not ghosts.

Ghost.

He let that book-smart
motherfucker beat him?

What else he say?

Nothing.

I did good, right?

You got lucky.

Don't ever go against my wishes again.

Mm.

Maybe Kanan can't get excited,

but you sure are.

Mm.

Mm-mm.

Juke.

Please.

Mm-mm.

It was a beautiful apartment, Jamie.

- Yeah?
- Lots of room for the kids.

- Ah.
- Privacy for us.

Sounds good.

- Mm-hmm.
- You know what?

I might be able to afford that too.

I had a meeting with Karen
Bassett yesterday.

Who's that?

Well, she is a hotelier

who's interested in putting
one of my clubs

in a new space she's opening.

I'm talking bigger than Simon Stern.

Who's Simon Stern?

More like international opportunities.

- Beast.
- Mm.

Yeah.

Jamie, I think I forgot
something at home.

All right, we'll just shoot you
back around to your house.

No, no, it's okay. I've got a
couple of calls I have to make.

I'll catch up with you after work.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

All right, walk safe. Bye.

What the fuck are you still
doing following me around?

I wasn't following you.

I was following Ghost.

Oh, God, not again with this shit.

"This shit"?

What are you looking for?

Oh, a gun?

You're gonna shoot me, Angela?

Get the fuck off me before I scream,

NYPD catches you, and I tell
Mike you're still stalking me.

Okay, go ahead.

Please, tell the whole department

that you're still fucking the guy

who stole the
Isabel Ruiz sketch, Angela.

You're making this too easy.

Moving St. Patrick into your place

like you got carte fucking
blanche, really?

He's clean.

Well, that's what he
told you, I bet, yeah.

But...

Nope.

He is...

still up to his old tricks.

This is him outside of Tommy Egan's.

Why would a guy out of the life

drag himself back into it by hanging out

with a known drug dealer?

It's...

I bet he didn't tell you
he was still talking to Egan.

Aww, Angela.

Trouble in paradise?

So you're following him too.

That would be law enforcement
misconduct,

except you're not law
enforcement right now, are you?

Back off.

You're right.

I can't out you to Mike,

but if you get caught,

I won't have to.

But for me to get caught,
you'd have to warn St. Patrick

that I'm onto him, but I...

I don't think you're gonna do that.

I bet you're afraid of what he might do.

That thing almost looks real.

Bro, it is real.

My mom was about to clean my room,

so I had to find
another hiding spot for it.

So you brought it to school?
Where'd you even get that thing?

Man, just shut up and
help me find a spot to hide it.

Hey, you guys.

Get inside.

What are you doing back here?

You smoking or something?

What? No.

This is AUSA Angela Valdes.

What?

What's going on, T.? Kids all right?

Raina's fine,

but they're saying Tariq
brought a gun to school.

A what? I know.

Hell no.

Yeah, well, the gym teacher said

he found Tariq and his friend
Calvin outside with it.

Tariq already admitted
that the gun was his.

Tariq ain't got no gun.

But you do.

Really?

You know I ain't careless
enough to leave my shit laying around...

Tell me how else he got it, Tash.

It sure as hell wasn't me.

You kicked me out, remember?

Mr. and Mrs. St. Patrick.

Ms. Chambers, my wife and
I... we profusely apologize.

I don't know how my son got a gun.

We don't allow them in our home at all.

The police told us
that the gun is registered

to a Department of Justice employee,

an AUSA named Angela Valdes.

The police want to know...

did he steal it from somewhere?

No, we know who she is.

Tariq has been in fights at school,

and now he's brought a weapon,
which, as you know,

is an automatic expulsion,
so there really isn't much

of a conversation here.

Oh, there's always a conversation
to be had.

Especially at this school.

Mrs. St. Patrick...

Deanna Steinberg's parents
had a conversation

when she got caught
changing grades in the system.

Shawn Gardner was busted for
stealing money out the vending machine.

Those are nonviolent incidents.

Oh, I get it.

The black kid gets expelled,

but Michelle Batten
and Jenny West don't,

after they assaulted the
girl on the lacrosse team

with their sticks.

Look, Mrs. St. Patrick,

there may be a way to keep
Tariq enrolled at this school,

but the requirements will be severe.

Oh, I wouldn't have expected
it any other way.

'Riq, wait for me downstairs.

Listen, you were great in there.

Yeah?

And you were no help at all.

How the hell did he get Angela's gun?

I don't know, Tasha. I wasn't there
the whole night. I went to...

- What the fuck do you mean, you weren't there?
- Tasha.

What do you mean "you
weren't there the whole night"?

You left my kids alone with that
woman? That was not part of the deal.

Look, I'm sorry, okay? I had to
go see Tommy. It was a sudden thing.

I don't give a fuck. You
should have brought 'em home first.

Tasha.

But it's a good thing
we won't have to have

this conversation again. You know why?

Because my kids won't be staying
at that bitch's house again.

- Tasha, be reasonable, okay?
- Oh, I'm being reasonable.

I'm gonna take Tariq home,

and we can talk to
him there later tonight.

Medina.

The fuck are you doing in this
neck of the woods, Knox?

Oh, it's nice to see you, too, Medina.

You good?

All good, man, what's up?

Want to walk with me real quick?

Yeah.

What's going on?

Working the Lobos case.

Figured you'd want in.

Are you still riding the short bus?

Lobos is dead.

Right, well, I'm, uh...

I'm trying to build a case
on James St. Patrick

as the distributor.

AUSAs... they
don't want to go after him.

They think Thomas Egan is their guy.

Yeah, I heard you guys
had Egan dead to rights,

and he got sprung on a technicality.

No, no, no, no, no, no.
Egan's not the guy.

I know it's St. Patrick, all right?

Only problem is,

the only other person who can confirm

that St. Patrick is the distributor

is Vibora Ruiz.

Now...

I was hoping maybe you could
use some of your DEA contacts,

help me find him?

Why aren't you using any of your
contacts at Southern District?

I'm trying to make sure Angela Valdes
comes nowhere near this thing.

She's, uh...

unfortunately been compromised.

- Fuck that toxic bitch.
- Right.

All right.

I'll make some calls.

I'll get back at you.

You're a good man.

Have a good day.

Why would you bring a gun to school?

I only took it for protection.

Shawn got shot, so I thought

it could happen to me too.

At your private school

on the Upper East Side?

White kids shoot at
schools all the time.

Read the news.

Did you just disrespect your mother?

Sit your behind up. Get up.

Sit up!

I'm not playing with you tonight.

I'm not playing, either.

Dad, you're not here
to protect nobody no more.

Mm-mm, boy, don't try it.
Don't try to put this on us.

Tariq, look at me.

Part of being a man is accepting
the consequences

of your actions, okay?

Now you got to go to therapy
for the next year.

On top of that, your mother
and I have decided

to put you on punishment.

No TV, no video games, no iPad,
no iPhone, no nothing.

I don't want to hear anything about it.

Matter of fact, give me your phone now.

No.

"No"?

Have you lost your goddamn mind?

Give your father the phone.

Did you not hear what I just said?

Give your father the phone.

You know why he's
acting out like this, right?

If he didn't get caught with
that gun, would you be here tonight?

Tasha, that's not an excuse.
You kidding me?

It's up to you and I
to make them understand

the repercussions of their decisions.

And of your decisions too.

Good night, Ghost.

Good night.

Why the hell did you have
an unsecured weapon

around my kids, Angie?

Jamie, I am so sorry.

I wasn't able to put my
gun back in the safe,

because you brought the kids
over earlier than we discussed.

- So it's my fault now?
- I'm not blaming anyone.

I put my bag on the top
shelf of the closet,

and I closed the door.

What was Tariq doing going
through my things in the first place?

He's a boy. That's what they do, Angela.

They get into shit.

But I...

I don't have kids.

You don't, do you?

So I guess snooping
through my shit is hereditary?

The whole fucking situation's
been tough on everyone,

so we should just step away.

Why were you carrying a gun?

In the first place.

I'm an AUSA.

I work high-risk cases.

Have you seen Tommy lately?

No.

I went by his house.

He wasn't there.

I called him on his phone, Angela.

Same result.

He don't want to see me.

That's what this
whole thing is about, huh?

Your case, the case you're working?

Let me get this straight.

I ask about a gun,

and you fucking ask about Tommy.

We agreed not to talk
about this anymore.

Yep, and here we are,

yet again.

I had to pick...

Between Tommy...

and you.

I picked you.

I'm sorry about the gun. I really am.

Maybe we pushed the kid thing too fast.

Yeah, maybe I should
hang out with the kids alone

for a while first.

What do you say I make us some dinner?

Sound good?

Okay.

Calm down before you get yourself

all worked up over nothing.

Nothing?

You killed two people
right in front of me.

Oh, no, I didn't kill two people.

I saved your fucking life.

You shot Wookie.

You just shot him like he was a dog.

Dogs need to know not to bite
the hand that feeds them.

A'ight, you know what?
This isn't what I signed up for.

Dirt, listen to me.

Everything is gonna be okay.

I'm a cop, remember?

I'm gonna monitor the situation

and make sure nothing else happens.

You know, I think I should walk away.

We're talking about one job here.

A job that could cover
all your college tuition,

unless you want to be paying Sallie Mae

for the rest of your life.

I don't know, Jukebox.

I'm gonna go home.

I'll call you when I make up my mind.

Dirt.

What the fuck are you up to, Jukebox?

Whatever you doing with this
nigga, you need to rethink it,

because his bitch ass ain't ready.

Let him go home.
Then come up off my pills.

You still haven't come clean.

And I ain't no bitch-ass nigga,

and who the fuck are you, Two-Face?

You fried and burnt like a pork rind.

Come on, Dirt.

Come on.

Let me walk you out.

Oh, fuck.

Yeah, bro.

Take that shit.

You bout to get
your limey ass taken out.

In your face.

That's a bitch.

Take that in your face
with that mace case.

Oh, babe, you getting hungry?

I don't want food, Tommy.

I want to know what you're
doing about Ghost.

But Holly, I don't want
to talk about that tonight.

Well, when do you want to talk about it?

Lobos killed our dog, Tommy.

Okay?

The next time, it's gonna be you or me.

Nothing's gonna happen to us. I promise.

You want me to just trust you on that?

Like when you told me
Bell was just missing?

Oh, wow.

Hold up.

Are you fucking serious right now?

Who is texting you?

It's Tariq.

He got in trouble at school today.

Are you gonna answer my question?

Fuck, Holly, he snuck out the house.

He's at Basketball City.

So call Tasha to pick him up.

Yo, I can't leave my little man.

Ain't gonna be left hanging by me,

especially with Ghost MIA.

Holly, he came to me.

What if Lobos is out
there looking for you?

Listen, I'm gonna be careful, okay?

But I cannot let Tariq get hurt.

Now, you just sit that
fine little Pilates ass down

right here on this couch,
and you stay here

until I get back.

_

You stole from me.

As much as I hate the Japanese,

the yakuza have a few good ideas.

_

Thought you was a cop.

I am.

Ain't no cop gonna need
no squirrel like that.

What's the job?

It must've been pretty important...

that you stepped all over me.

And I'd do it again.

You were out of line.

You fucked up,

and you were right.

I need him.

Well, whatever you got going
on, I want in on it.

You still haven't told me the truth.

Whatever the fuck you're into,

whoever did this to you.

Bangers, law enforcement.

Either way,

they come down here to find you,

it could fuck up my whole job,

and I ain't having that.

The truth, now.

I already told your girlfriend.

No, nigga, I want the truth.

I want to know what
the fuck happened to Shawn.

I ain't got shit to say.

Oh.

You don't think I could find out

your son was murdered
just about the time

you came calling me for help.

I can't believe you actually lying,

to me of all people.

You ain't black no more. You blue.

Which is why I can help.

I got access to every fucking thing.

Motherfucker,

I was the call you made when you dropped

your first body.

You were the first person
to know I fuck with girls.

Now we gonna play each other like this?

Candie didn't know
what you meant by "Ghost."

I do.

That motherfucker did this to you?

Man Ghost... he was your boy, that kid.

Always with his head
in a motherfucking book.

Vicious with a piece, though.

Y'all fell out?

He was the reason why I went inside.

And he took care of Shawn all that time.

You got out.

You told Shawn the truth.

Shawn turned against Ghost.

He killed Shawn, right?

Did you know Ghost was gonna do it?

What happened?

Did you not get there in time?

Or maybe you just didn't show up at all.

Were you afraid?

Fuck no.

I ain't afraid of no fucking body.

Then why would you send
your son in there?

Against a man you
raised up to be a gangster?

You knew better.

That kid ain't had no street in him.

You knew Ghost was gonna kill him.

You knew it.

How could you let that happen?

Ghost didn't kill Shawn.

I did. I pulled the trigger.

He picked Ghost over me.

Like you just did with that kid.

You did what you had to do.

When Shawn picked the other
side, he was the enemy.

Dirt needed a show of loyalty,

so he would stay loyal to me.

If Shawn wasn't loyal...

and I ain't saying you
should've shot him. That's your son.

You brought him into the world,
but you ain't raised Shawn.

Ghost did.

He's ultimately responsible.

Shawn was a pawn.

You sacrifice pawns

for the greater good.

Can I have some of that tea now?

You said you wanted the truth.

You got it.

No more secrets between us.

No more secrets.

What about the job?

I got something cooking,

but you're not up
for it yet, down an arm.

First thing we got to
do is get you on your feet.

Well, you know me, cuz.
I'm with whatever.

'Riq.

I'm here.

Where you at?

Tariq-osaurus.

I should've known it was you.

I thought we established
I don't like people

playing on my phone.

Look, man, I knew you'd
show up for Tariq.

You're a good uncle, Tommy, all right?

Yeah, you're damn right.

Lobos wants me dead.

What are you talking about?

He's locked up. He's fucking desperate.

He fucking figured out it was me
that tried to kill him, right?

I don't know what
that crazy bastard thinks.

But you... you're working for
him. Why do you think he hired you?

Because you ain't the only
motherfucker who knows

how to push weight.

Or Lobos needs you for another reason.

Well, what reason is that?

I think he used you.

He used you to lure me
to the park that night.

The only reason I'm standing right
here talking to you right now

is because you made it stop.

So I'm saying we should
fucking work together, man.

You know? Ghost and fucking Tommy.

And bring that motherfucker down.

He's my enemy.

That makes him your enemy.

He tries to kill me...

you're next, brother.

You don't know. He needs me, Ghost.

He needs you for now, Tommy.

What happens when you
fucking make a mistake?

"When" I make a mistake?

Not "if"?

- Tommy...
- No, no, no. You're done.

You're still the same...

Ghost.

Tommy, you saved me.

All right? Let me save us both.

Is Lobos coming after me?

Good-bye, Ghost.