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Previously on Ghost...

- We'll break into his crib. - Pardon me?

I need every document he has on me.

Effie Morales, you are under arrest.

What the fuck?

Hey, y'all got a fucking warrant?

Are you her lawyer?

You're not being arrested for drug dealing, Effie.

- Then what fucking for? - Attempted murder.

That's the bitch that tried to kill me.

You think Weston Holdings

is a giant Ponzi scheme-- you're right.

You guys are fucking criminals.

Remember I know about your drug business.

You met with Lucas Weston?

I also accepted a campaign donation.

It was him. He killed papi.

Take a look at this.

Now he's gone, and I ain't got nothing.

If Davis or Cane Tejada or Tariq St. Patrick

find out that I'm informing on them,

we both know I'm dead.

The feds are building a RICO case

against you and the Tejadas.

Saxe is a fucking mole. Shit.

I found out last night that Saxe is working with the Feds.

And you just let him walk on out of here?

I'm worried it'll fuck with your release.

I have a target on my back.

I'm sorry, but I can't ask for protection for you now.

Theo, put the fucking gun down!

- It's over. - Please, for me.

You'll be fine, brother.

We both free now.

I know where Tasha and Yas are.

And if I die, that information does, too.

This is Davis MacLean.

Please leave a message.

Yo, what the fuck?

I called you, like, 1,000 times.

Effie just got roped up.

I'm headed to the office now.

Why the fuck would Saxe have this?

What the fuck you doing here?

Your ex-bitch, Lauren, that bitch still alive.

Hell, no, nigga, that can't be.

I just saw her snitch-ass mean mugging Effie

while they put cuffs on her.

You set her up.

Nigga, why the fuck would I set up Effie

knowing that shit'll come back on me, Cane?

Because you like acting like you fucking T'Challa.

But you'll always be the punk

who let pussy get in the way of what needed to be done.

Listen, my nigga, Lauren wasn't gonna say shit, all right?

Everything was fine until your dumb ass

started doing stupid shit.

Effie wouldn't have got arrested,

and we wouldn't have a fucking RICO right now.

This is all your dumb-ass fault.

- Dumb-ass fault? - Yes.

Okay. Fuck you, because every bad thing

that's happened in my family's been your dumb-ass fault.

You know, since I met your family,

you've been obsessed with me, and I peep that.

- Okay. - That's why you fucking

with Effie to try to get back at me.

You wanna be me, my nigga. I understand that.

Listen, you left shorty in pieces, all right?

I had to pick up those pieces, so you can't be mad at her

for fucking with a real nigga, but I appreciate you.

Thank you so much, 'cause you sure did leave shorty thirsty.

Fuck.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Fuck y'all doing?

What the hell is this about?

It's about Effie.

- Fuck. - She got arrested.

The girl we used as bait for the Feds?

Yeah, I need you to help her out.

Yeah, she could burn all of us.

All right, I'll take care of it.

You do that.

Come on.

- You okay, Money Mayweather? - Yeah, I'm fine.

Sure it's the last thing you wanna see

after last night, though.

That's for sure.

Yeah. Appreciate you letting me get out of there

before the cops came, too.

Hey, I answered all their questions.

They know Theo acted on his own.

I don't think there'll be any legal fallout

for either of us.

My brother...

stupid motherfucker.

Saxe deserved a bullet, no doubt.

But that should have been my bullet, not Theo's.

I mean, losing your brother like that,

there's no fucking words.

Any luck finding Tasha's address?

Saxe probably never even had it.

That rat knew that we were onto his double-crossing ass.

He probably left that voice mail

as a-a Hail Mary to save his ass.

Yeah, he probably did.

I did come across some shit, though.

Looked like a...

like a photo of a police report signed by Whitman.

Did it look like this?

Yeah, that's exactly how it looked.

Fuck.

This is Whitman's case file on Monet.

Wait. So you stole it or something?

It was procured on Monet's behalf.

I kept a copy as leverage

against her unpredictable, murdering ass.

Leverage?

It proves Monet had motive to do dirt.

You don't want to know what.

Now, if Saxe knew I had this, the Feds know, too.

This could fuck us.

Okay, what are you doing?

Hiding this shit so it doesn't fuck us.

The Feds ask about Saxe,

you don't know nothing about him, a'ight?

Ain't that the fucking truth.

I better get on this Effie thing

before the next fucking crisis.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's true.

Aah!

Attorney.

Attorney, attorney, attorney, attorney, attorney.

I need a fucking attorney.

Can y'all hear me now?

Attorney.

Please escort Miss Morales to holding.

You can call an attorney

when it's your turn in the phone line.

You're too kind.

Well, this isn't working.

I know.

I thought we'd get through to her by now.

It's been hours.

Oh, it's Medina.

Yeah, me too.

All right, thanks.

NYPD checked their security cameras.

Theo Rollins intercepted Cooper in the parking lot.

All while Davis was in his office

with a rock-solid alibi.

That's bullshit.

Davis and Rollins could have planned it that way.

And if they knew Saxe was here,

they probably made him before we raided the warehouse.

Fuck, that timeline makes sense.

That's why we came up empty. He was feeding Saxe bullshit.

I fucking warned him, the stupid asshole Saxe.

Back the fuck off, Blanca.

Blanca, show some respect.

Saxe was one of us.

Saxe was up to his eyeballs in dirt.

Let's not pretend that he's some kind of hero.

I mean, how does catching a bullet wipe his slate clean?

Saxe sacrificed his life for us.

Without him, there would be no case.

Without his testimony, we lose a vital link to St. Patrick.

Then give Effie Morales everything you got.

Recomb through the St. Patrick and Tejada files

for connections.

If she doesn't flip, we're fucked.

Cane.

Cane!

Cane!

You a narc?

What the fuck are you talking about?

You know Lauren was alive?

- Are you fucking kidding me? - Shut the up, my nigga!

Effie covered for your incompetent ass.

- You was there. - No, I wasn't.

You really think I'm stupid, huh?

Okay, when Effie showed up,

she knocked Lauren out and drove off without me.

Whatever the fuck happened that night is between them, not me!

The Feds roped up Effie last night.

- Oh, my God. - Lauren ID'd her.

Fuck!

You got to be fucking kidding me!

What are we gonna do?

I think I need to go to the hospital first.

Yeah, you do that.

Fucking psycho.

Ma, it's me.

What's that?

A letter from that lawyer Saxe.

Why would he send you something?

" Monet, If you're reading this, that means I'm dead.

"No matter who pulled the trigger,

"the person I hold responsible is Tariq St. Patrick.

"Ever since Tariq came into your life,

"your family's been falling apart.

"Want to know why?

Tariq has been working with the Feds."

- Man, fuck outta here. - Wait.

This is some lying bullshit, Diana.

You don't know that.

Shit.

Right here Saxe says, "Tariq set me up to get arrested."

Do you even think that's possible?

Tariq told me to have my product

in the lockers on the roof.

That's why they came after me.

Well, shit, we better not do anything

till we know for sure.

This could be a fucking setup, D.

Go do what you do.

Find out what you need to find out.

A'ight, bet.

What the fuck happened to you?

Cane went fucking Suge Knight on my ass

'cause he found out Lauren was alive and Effie got arrested.

He thinks I'm up to it.

Yeah, me and him was just throwing hands

at Davis' office about the same shit.

But why? I get why he came for me, but you?

Look, I don't know man.

You know Cane. That nigga's crazy.

You knew.

You knew about Lauren.

That's how you knew Effie and I were behind it.

I mean, yeah, I knew about fucking Lauren, bro.

But why the fuck would I tell the motherfuckers

that just tried to take her out that she's still alive?

'Riq, I tried to save Lauren.

How many times do I have to tell you that?

Now Effie got arrested, and you know her.

She only cares about number one.

Yeah, that's why we need to be careful with our next move.

'Riq, there is no fucking next move.

After that shit you pulled with CrashCoin and the Feds?

Bye-bye, Weston Holdings.

Bro, the shit needed to be done, all right?

Stop bitching about it.

Tell Obi that we're not gonna make the quota for now

so he doesn't merc our ass.

Okay. How?

All right, fine, I'll do it,

but do something, bro.

Keep your eyes on Weston Holdings.

Do something.

'Riq, can I please just have one day off?

Just one, okay?

Me, my Xbox, and some Twitch babes in a hot tub, just once.

Listen, I understand you're in pain, bro.

But what the fuck happens when your shady-ass uncle

pulls a moves to back us out of our deal?

What the fuck do we do then?

Fine.

When I'm discharged, I'll go see him.

You are discharged.

Just a little scratch. You'll be fine.

Lauren, why you ghosting me?

Effie got roped up.

Are the Feds coming for the rest of us?

I need you to let me know. Hit me back ASAP.

Where's Dru?

Hello to you, too, Evelyn.

Dru ain't here. What do you wanna talk about?

There's a video of Dru floating around.

Know anything about that?

- Do I look like I'm on YouTube? - Stop lying, bitch.

Have you lost your fucking mind?

Cut the bullshit. I saw the video.

It was a confession.

Look, Dru already told you

he don't know what happened to Gordo.

I know you took Frank from me.

- You admitted that. - I didn't admit shit.

I told you what Lorenzo wanted.

And now Lorenzo's dead.

Yes, he is.

You saying you had something to do with that?

You know I didn't.

I told you I didn't want a war with the Tejadas.

I told you that!

But you don't even seem to be grieving him.

Why the fuck are you here, Evelyn?

I'm coming to you as a mother.

My Gordo is missing.

I don't know whether he's dead or alive,

somewhere needing my help.

Can you imagine that?

I don't know what to tell you.

Stop. Just stop.

Forget the rules of this fucking game for one second.

What if this was your son?

I just wanna know what happened.

I just--Can you help me?

Look...

I had no beef with Gordo.

Last time I checked, him and Dru were good.

I granted you grace for Frank.

But I promise you will not get away

with taking my son from me.

"Granted"?

"Grace"?

"Get away"?

Sounds like a fucking threat to me, Evelyn.

And I'm sure you don't wanna do that.

Evelyn.

Fuck. They know Dru killed Gordo.

That's the last fucking thing we need.

They're not gonna stop till they find you.

This is my mess.

I'ma handle it.

We gotta take 'em out.

All of them.

Whatever you do, just make sure this doesn't come back on us.

Look, we just--we got heat on us right now, all right?

We gotta stop the Wall Street operation for now.

But our other distro--

What the fuck?

Our other distros are solid, all right?

For now.

It is not your first misstep, Tariq.

Ajebutter playing at gangster.

Look, I don't want you at my neck.

I just need some extra time,

and I promise the quota will be met.

Why would I deny myself the pleasure

of watching Noma kill you?

I'm hoping she makes it slow, really takes her time.

Listen, man, whatever it is that you need,

I can get it for you, a'ight?

I promise.

What I need only Noma can get me.

What makes you so sure?

You know how of much of a resourceful motherfucker I am.

Shh, shh, shh.

Let me go!

Her influence is the only way my family in Nigeria

can get green cards.

Why would I betray her to help you?

Because I know what it's like

to want your family so fucking bad

that you'll do whatever it takes

to get to them, all right?

Look, if I get you these green cards,

will you please stall Noma out for me?

You have 72 hours.

Thank you.

So them green cards

is payment for boosting your numbers.

Yeah, yeah, the boost helped,

but the raid on the Russians didn't put me over AVH.

Sounds like a you problem.

Not if my continued association with you

puts my campaign at risk.

Yeah.

So I'm gonna need a bigger bite of the apple,

- my young brother. - What do you mean?

I'm giving you five bands a week, come on.

Yet you're still fucking holding out on me, Tariq.

Come on, man.

There's rumors that Weston Holdings is doing dirt.

You know anything about that?

I mean, they on the up-and-up.

Who told you that?

You know, you hear things here and there.

Look, man, the Westons wanna put me on a payroll,

and I need to know what I'm working with

before I can agree to anything.

Do you understand what I'm dealing with?

- Yeah. - Okay.

Well, if you know something, then fucking tell me.

Look, trust me, Weston Holdings is legit.

All right?

You gonna give me these green cards or what?

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

Lying motherfucker.

Hello?

Hey, Harp, you finally answered--thank you.

Listen, I know you've been avoiding me, babe,

but please just hear me out.

So I told Rashad about what you do, Herb,

and he did some digging.

I have a contact at Weston Holdings

I've known for a long time.

The kid is a lying liar who lies just like his father.

I can read him like a book.

Now, he insists they're on the up-and-up.

So I have a hunch there's something wrong there.

I'd say you have good instincts.

I've been watching Weston Holdings

for a while now.

The numbers just don't add up.

Well, how have their activities gone unnoticed by the SEC?

Powerful lobbying.

Frankly, I'd say that they paid the right person

to look the other way.

Like Congressman Rick fucking Sweeney.

That would explain why my many letters

have gone completely unanswered.

Look, I have the evidence,

and no one will listen to what I have to say.

Until now.

With me behind you, they'll have to listen.

I'd be a fool if I didn't recognize

your motivations here, Councilman.

You think this might be

a winning issue for your campaign.

Taking down Wall Street on behalf of Main Street

ain't a bad look,

but it's also the right thing to do.

This could be dangerous, Rashad.

Are you sure?

Of course.

Okay.

I don't need Tariq's help, okay?

You're wasting your time.

Cane asked me to come as well.

Given the circumstances, hear me out.

If they charge you, you'll be facing attempted murder.

Most likely lose and get time.

Question is, how much?

Normally I avoid no-win cases,

but we're all on the line here.

"No-win"? That's your pitch?

You'd rather I sugarcoat it?

I'd rather someone go to bat for me.

Smelling like the bottom of a bottle,

I'm not so sure you're it.

If you don't like a gift horse, I can give you a referral.

I have someone, but some bitch keeps cutting in front of me

in the phone line.

Can't contact them.

And the, uh, deputies let it happen?

They say they don't see it, but they're lying.

Then they're in on it--

a tactic they use to, uh, pressure you into cooperating.

That's not illegal?

It's unethical but legal as fuck.

Tell you what--I'll have a word with the captain on my way out.

My, uh, parting gift.

Thanks.

Does Tariq--

Never mind.

Stay calm. Stay calm.

It's all gonna work out. Stay calm.

- What's going on? - Not here.

Not here.

Everyone, let's give the agents some space.

Conference room, now.

Why are we being accused of running a Ponzi scheme?

- It's not possible. - I don't know.

All I know is that when the agents showed up,

Uncle Lucas just dipped.

Which one of you snitched to the SEC?

Nobody snitched, all right? We made a deal with Lucas.

Where is he anyway?

God, he slipped out.

Left me to hang.

You're not gonna turn me in, right?

That depends.

Did you have an escape plan with Lucas

in case shit went sideways?

If we did, trust me, this isn't the way it was supposed to go.

- I wanna know. - Dad, they don't know shit.

Keke, where the hell is Lucas?

I-I don't know, Robert.

I'm in the dark just as much as you are.

Oh, bullshit. I know you two were fucking.

You don't know what the fuck you're talking about.

Trace is an idiot. This is Lucas' fault.

I know because I saw something off in the books.

So these accusations are real?

Yeah.

When I asked Uncle Lucas about the discrepancy,

he said that he would handle it,

but he made me swear not to tell anyone, not even Keke.

She's telling the truth.

Oh, dear God.

We're gonna have to call the lawyers

and the board of directors.

We need to find Lucas.

Fuck you.

Agent Young reported back.

He thinks if we use the interview surveillance,

it might spook him.

That's dicey territory.

I'm nervous to play our hand that way.

It's from Saxe.

What? How?

"Dear Jenny, so that happened.

"Tough break, huh?

"This isn't your fault.

"I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to help you.

"I arranged for this in case something like this happened.

"There's so many things I wish I could have said to you.

"I realized pretty late in my life

"how much I wanted my own family with you.

"It wasn't just the sex, but it wasn't not the sex.

"I also had feelings.

"And as much as you tried to deny it, I know you did, too.

"So my last gift to you is freedom.

"Let the white whale go.

"I won't let it take you down like it did me,

"because from where I am now,

I can play just as dirty as they do."

So you two really were...

But I'm not letting this fucking go.

I'm gonna bury Davis, the Tejadas, and Tariq,

every single one of those fuckers.

- Shit. - Davis.

I'm busy.

We have an offer for your client.

Ms. Morales declined my services.

Smart, since you would've conflicted out.

You should really think about making a deal with us.

We know you asked Saxe to pay off a member of the parole board

to get Theo Rollins released early.

I had no knowledge of a payoff, okay?

But getting Saxe to help my brother

certainly didn't work out for Theo.

Saxe would still be here without Theo.

And whose fucking fault is that, huh?

I don't know why Theo did what he did.

Talk to the NYPD. They know I'm not responsible.

See, I'm not so sure about that.

We reviewed the surveillance footage

of you and Saxe meeting with Diana Tejada.

From the attorney's room?

Nice.

That violates privilege.

Not if you don't record audio.

Do you recall the meeting?

We talked to our client and left.

How about when you spilled coffee on Saxe?

'Cause it looked like you slipped Diana a note.

I don't recall.

See, we think you made Saxe as our CI,

and you fed Diana false information to give Saxe.

Then you had Theo, who already took the weight once for you,

kill Saxe.

What'd he have to lose, right?

He was dying anyway.

- Fuck you! - No, fuck you!

You may not have pulled the trigger,

but Saxe's blood is on your hands.

I dare you to take that to a grand jury

after I sue the fuck out of you for harassment.

If you're looking for someone to blame Saxe's death on,

look in the fucking mirror.

You think RSJ blew the whistle?

I don't know. I think he just wanted his money.

But we only got one option, B.

Gotta find Uncle Lucas and take him out.

- He gotta go. - Okay, wait. What?

We're not killing my uncle, 'Riq.

It's the only way.

Didn't you say that family was more important

than drugs and money?

I can't do that to my family.

All right, but what about my family, huh?

My trust fund would've covered them

when they got out of WITSEC.

Now that shit is gone 'cause of your fucking uncle.

So now what?

Listen, he has nothing left to lose, Brayden, all right?

And you know he'll rat on our fucking operation

to cover his dirty ass.

Now you freezing up.

Listen, bro, you chose to live this life!

Now live by the fucking rules one time!

- Here we go. - Please, bro!

Here we go with that "one foot in one foot out" bullshit.

So what the fuck is it? What is it, bro? What is it?

I don't want to end up like you.

What the fuck do you mean by that?

Listen, 'Riq, I saw you change, okay?

That person that I met at Choate a few years ago,

that's not who you are anymore.

All right. I went through life.

I grew up, bro. I had no fucking choice.

Yeah, I know it's not your fault,

but I-I just don't want to be able to knife Bash

and act like it's no big--

Listen, I kill because I fucking have to!

To protect us!

You hear that? Us, bro!

I don't want to be someone who could kill their own father.

I never said I fucking did that shit, all right?

Shut the fuck up saying that.

You didn't have to.

I'm just being real with you, 'Riq.

There's no being real with you, my nigga.

You a hypocrite.

I need to know one thing from you, and that's it.

Are you gonna step up for this family?

Because that's what you called it.

So what are you gonna do for this family?

Even if I wanted to,

I don't even know where the fuck Lucas is--he's AWOL.

You got access to your family's properties,

the money, and all of the a-fucking-bove.

Find him and take him out,

because it's either him or us, all right?

Our assets are frozen?

Whoa, how the fuck do our personal finances

fall under SEC's purview?

There's talk of criminal charges.

- Against who? - Us.

If they did it to the Madoffs, they can do it to the Westons.

Robert, if there was ever a time to let Lucas hang,

it's now.

You've been willfully blind long enough.

You said everyone loves Lucas.

You act like you wanna fuck him.

- Come on. - That's disgusting.

That was the Klonopin talking.

Oh, just Klonopin, Mom?

Not now.

No, Dad. Mom's right.

Fuck Uncle Lucas. He left us holding the bag.

Yeah, and we have no idea where he is?

Nope.

Mom sent me to his apartment,

thinking Uncle Lucas would open the door

with some emotional blackmail from his favorite niece.

You mean his only niece?

Okay, the place was empty

like he planned on leaving for a while.

I mean, can't we track his spending?

His accounts are linked

to Weston Holdings anyways, right?

Nope. No, that's the best part.

Our dear Uncle Lucas has been moving money for weeks.

You know, small transactions,

so undetected, but totaling several mil.

He's probably partying it up in the fucking Maldives,

for all we know.

Nothing's been proven against him.

Wake the fuck up, Robert!

He's running because he's guilty!

He's still my brother!

I can't just throw him under the bus!

Well, I'd do it to Skids in a heartbeat.

Ah! Trace, I swear to fucking God.

Hey!

Who the fuck is that?

What now?

Can I help you?

Yeah, we're looking for Robert Weston.

Sir, we'd like to ask you a few questions.

We have an escort.

I'll have my attorney meet us there.

Lead the way.

Dad, you don't have to do this.

If not me, then who?

Brayden, sometimes doing the hard thing

is the only thing we can do.

You're all gonna want to hear this.

Hello, you still there, Mr. Weston?

Yeah, I'm still here, Agent Medina.

Please call me Lucas.

All right, I've looped my team in.

Go ahead.

Well, my attorneys have informed me

that the SEC is investigating a Ponzi scheme

at Weston Holdings.

They seem to think I've gone on the run

because I had something to do with the Ponzi,

but that's not it at all.

So you went into hiding because you're afraid

the person responsible is gonna come after you?

Well, not just them.

You see, the thing is...

not only do I know who's behind the Ponzi,

but I-I also have intel on a drug ring

operating within Weston Holdings.

And when I reached out to the DEA, they--they told me

you were the agents I should be in touch with.

We are. What'd you have in mind?

Protection and immunity

from these false Ponzi scheme allegations.

This fucking scumbag's lying.

Lucas and Robert Weston are at the top of the food chain.

He's involved.

Even so, his intel could be the evidence

we need for your RICO case.

Lucas, this is

Assistant District Attorney Jenny Sullivan.

If you want me to cut through red tape for immunity,

I'm gonna need a taste before we can agree to anything.

Look into CrashCoin.

I'll be in touch.

If Lucas' intel pans out, we get the whole drug network.

Now we just need someone to flip on the bodies.

If we tell Effie that we're taking down the drug ring

and offer her a lifeline if she flips on the murders.

What's with the luggage?

Unlike you, I don't have lawyers, liquid,

or white privilege to protect me, so I just--I have to go.

Running is my best option.

For how long? A year?

Ten?

Is this what you want?

Yes, Brayden.

All the sacrifices that my parents made

to send me to school, what, so I can go hide in Toronto,

work at a McDonald's with a fucking bull's-eye on my back?

- I'm serious, Keke. - I am too.

Look, my parents are good people.

- You're a good person. - I'm not.

I'm literally a part of a fucking Ponzi.

I'll be crucified once this gets out.

Okay, then why get involved in the first place?

Look, when I started, Lucas,

he--he's the only one that believed in me, okay?

He--he listened. He treated me like an equal.

But he was just fucking using me.

Okay, so then why protect him?

If you don't turn him in, he's gonna turn you in first.

Look, even if I knew where he was, I'd have to come forward.

I can't fucking do that to my parents.

If I make this all go away

without letting anyone know you were a part of it,

will you tell me?

I promise I won't betray you like he did.

How are you gonna do that?

You just trust me.

Please.

Mami, ¿qué te pasa?

What the fuck?

- Guillermo, watch her. - Oh, my God!

Gustavo.

Open the door!

Hurry up!

It's locked.

I'm so sorry.

Gordo...

I'm sorry. I didn't have a choice.

It was your mother.

She wanted Lorenzo dead.

It was Monet.

No.

All good?

Yeah.

She say anything?

Yo.

I've been texting and calling.

Haven't heard from you since I got out.

Yeah, I know. I've been dealing with a lot.

- What's up? - You tell me.

I got arrested because you told me to use the lockers.

Ah, look, I ain't know there was cameras up there.

I ain't been up there in, like, a whole semester.

Then why the fuck would you send me up there, Tariq?

Because you needed help. You know Stansfield is hot.

You gotta do your due diligence--come on, now.

That ain't fair.

Noma has a photo of me. My family needed me.

Listen, Noma had a picture of me and my family as well, D.

That's why when I figured out Saxe was a CI,

I put together a plan, and I protected you.

So you're not working with the Feds?

Did you just ask if I was working

with the fucking Feds, D?

After what they did to me and my mother,

you really think I would fucking work with the Feds?

You're bugging.

- I'm sorry. - What the fuck, yo?

I said I'm sorry.

Look, Monet just got my head all fucked up.

I need to get away from her and get out the life.

'Riq, can you just slow down for a second?

If I transfer outta state, where would that leave us?

Look, just put yourself first, all right?

- After this Effie shit-- - I'm not Effie.

I know that, but it doesn't matter.

I just--I don't have it in me no more,

and I really need to take this call, D.

Okay.

- Yo. - When were you gonna tell me

that Rashad Tate blew the whistle to the SEC?

Wait. Tate did what?

Fuck. All right, I'ma fix it, I promise.

You better.

Shit.

Come on.

"Lorenzo Tejada"?

Why would papi's prints be at the scene of Zeke's murder?

Papi told Monet IG killed Zeke.

Uh, hello? I'm talking to you, Dru.

Could papi have had something to do with Zeke's murder?

What? No, absolutely not.

But it would explain the prints.

And if Monet found out about it, then--

How, Dru? From who?

Fucking Tariq.

Why else would he have that file?

Yo, Tariq told Monet about papi,

and then she gets Gordo all wound up

and convinces him that papi is responsible

for Uncle Frank's murder.

Evelyn said Monet wanted Lorenzo dead.

Monet is fucked up, okay?

But that's a lot even for her.

Dru, you said it yourself.

Papi told Monet IG killed Zeke.

She didn't believe him.

She knew it was a lie.

- What the fuck, Cane? - You fucking knew.

That's why papi let you call the shots,

'cause you knew he killed Zeke.

But why the fuck would papi kill Zeke?

That doesn't make sense.

It was a mistake, all right?

He thought he was shooting Mecca.

And you think Monet had papi killed?

I thought it was a real fucking possibility.

When I brought it up to her, she threatened to kill me.

And if she'd kill Cane...

Dru, what's stopping her from killing us, too?

Hey, I knew y'all was coming, I'd have ordered more food.

What's up?

We know about papi's fingerprints.

What fingerprints?

See, that's that lying bullshit again.

What the fuck is wrong with you, Dru?

I fucking killed Gordo for you.

I killed the entire Castillo family for you,

all so you can lie to my face about who killed papi.

It was Kai and Gordo.

Shut the fuck up!

I'm so done with your lying bullshit, Monet!

Uh-uh, Dru. You shut the fuck up.

This is my fucking house.

- What the fuck, Cane? - Don't, okay?

'Cause part of me never wanted to believe

you was evil enough to kill our father.

But why not?

You're fucked up.

I've lied, stole, dropped bodies for you, Monet.

I've done everything you wanted me to do, and what you do, huh?

Turn your back on me for this nigga Tariq?

You really let this nigga walk in here

and ruin our fuckin' life?

That's what this is all about--Tariq?

- He feeding you all these lies? - Ma, this ain't about Tariq.

You know it's the truth.

Well, so, if this is the truth...

that means y'all giving Lorenzo a pass for killing Zeke?

It was an accident. You should know that--

How the fuck you know it was a accident?

Your papi ain't even want you in the house

because he knew you was a nosy bitch.

And he didn't send you to Stansfield

because he loved you.

And the minute he could,

he fucking had your dumb ass out there slinging.

And look where that got you.

Don't listen to her lying-ass mouth, Di.

Yo, y'all fucking making Lorenzo

to be some kind of saint, when he set you up, too, Dru.

He wanted me to believe that the Guaps killed Zeke,

and that's why he had IG jump you.

All this fucking family-first bullshit,

and this motherfucker ain't care nothing about Zeke.

All his memorial bullshit was only lies to cover his ass,

even though he saw how losing Zeke was fucking killing me!

I would've did the same thing for any of you!

Are you even listening to yourself?

Do you hear yourself?

Ma, you took our father from us.

You killed him. Did you even think about us?

Fuck, no, you didn't, because you only think

about your damn self as usual.

- Shut the fuck up, Diana! - No, you shut up!

You need to hear this! You need to hear this!

Let the bitch go. Let her go, Dru.

Let her go. Let that bitch go.

This whole time you made--

no, this whole time you made me feel worthless,

saying what happened to Zeke was my fault, but it's you.

It's you that kill everything good in this family--

first Zeke, now Papi.

You know what?

If anybody should be dead, it's your ass, not them.

- I should be dead? - Yes.

Get the fuck off her.

Don't you ever put your fucking hands on me again.

Get the fuck out of my house!

I don't need y'all motherfuckers.

It's all there.

I've had eyes on him all day.

Your boy Brayden went into that building

a few minutes ago.

All right, bet.

Thanks, Pinky.

Sure. You boys play nice now.

Keke fell for you.

Guess I underestimated your charm.

Leave Keke out of this.

Look, I can help you.

Just sign this letter taking legal liability of the Ponzi,

and then we get you out of the country.

Spare me the "knight in shining armor" bullshit.

You're no better than I am.

In fact, you might be worse.

This isn't about me.

You have the fucking resources, Lucas.

Just sign the letter clearing the rest of the family

and then set yourself up in a non-extradition country,

where you'll be protected from the Feds

and anyone else who come after you?

What if I get bored?

Are you fucking kidding me?

Why would I give all this up

to go live in some Third World shithole?

Because despite everything,

my dad still thinks you're worth protecting.

Your dad. Oh, what a nice guy.

I think that's why I dislike him so much.

Look, I stole a few mil from some pigs

fattening their already-fat wallets--big fucking deal.

Some would call that justice.

Uncle Lucas, can you please just listen to me?

I-I am listening to you.

I am not scared of your ghetto-ass friends.

When are you gonna fucking get it, Brayden?

I hold all the cards.

White collar is a nuisance.

Drug dealing, that's a whole different story, B.

Okay, but even if you turn Tariq and I in,

the Feds are still gonna fucking come after you.

What's the point?

Not if I pin the Ponzi on Robert and Keke.

They go down with you and Tariq.

See, that's the difference between me and you.

I'm never gonna take the blame

for something I can easily pin on someone else.

Oh, my God!

Number 40.

Are you fucking crazy?

You can get in serious trouble for this shit.

Relax, okay?

These motherfuckers don't record audio.

We good.

Plus, Davis said we can chop it up.

If you start acting funny, you gonna blow my cover.

What's up, baby? I thought you'd be excited to see me.

Why? Because we fucked once?

Wow. Don't do that, all right?

'Cause I remember it being a whole lot of times.

It doesn't matter.

Why are you here?

Listen, they won't go easy on you

if Lauren points you out in a lineup.

You think I don't know that already?

So flip on Tariq.

Put the blame on him, Effie, 'cause they don't want you.

They want him.

Now, I've already figured out exactly what you can tell 'em,

so he takes all the weight.

I ain't even built like that.

So you gonna go to prison?

You risk us all going away for this nigga Tariq,

and I'm the one right here--I'm the one that's got your back?

I didn't ask you to have my back.

It ain't about you. It ain't about Tariq.

It's about me making a choice for myself.

What the fuck, Effie?

This ain't the time to play hard, okay?

Now, this can work out for both of us if you just listen.

There's no us, Cane, and I'm not playing anything.

Get the fuck out of here.

My real lawyer will be here in a minute.

Fuck you.

Fucking finally.

What the fuck you gonna do? Pop me in the wide open, 2-BIT?

I should...

since you still owe me, nigga.

But as my man Warren Buffet says,

sell when a competitive advantage changes.

I got a letter from that white lawyer.

- From Saxe? - Yep.

He knew I had beef with your pop,

so he sent me some valuable information.

I'm thinking 100 bands

on top of what you already owed on your tab.

What the fuck?

Listen, I ran through a lot of my liquid already, all right?

I could give you some weapons

and some--some--some product on top of that.

But I don't know. There's not much I can do right now.

The plug got us diversifying the fucking portfolio.

And I want the keys to your ride.

Nigga, what?

You can take mine.

That's gotta be worth knowing where Tasha's holed up.

It's a offer you can't refuse...

unless you want somebody to shoot your moms.

What the fuck are you talking--

Here.

Hello.

Tameika, somebody knows Tasha's location.

Tariq, that's impossible.

Your mother's whereabouts are sealed.

Look, even if it wasn't true, sending some extra protection

over there wouldn't hurt, right?

If it gives you peace of mind,

I'll call the Marshals' office in the morning.

Tameika, I need it to happen now.

Please.

Okay. Okay.

I'll put the call in now.

All right, thank you.

Where is that child?

You know it's not safe

for you to be letting her run around like you do.

Yes, I know, Mama.

I just want her to have

as normal of a childhood as possible.

Oh, girl, please.

That ship has sailed, young lady.

You know, I don't always like to hear

your criticism.

'Riq.

It's you.

- I missed you so much. - Shh.

Just wait till Big Mama and Mama see you.

Shit.

All right, just stay down and be quiet, all right?

Just turn around.

Hey, ya, fellas.

Shit.

Well, Mama, if you are so worried about it,

please go ahead and get Yasmine, then.

Yes, I will do just that, because it seems like

I'm the only one around here who gives a damn.

Really?

Okay, Mama.

Tommy?

Hey, Tasha.

Yas, wait right here.

Tommy, what the fuck are you gonna do--

shoot me with Yas and Big Mama right outside?

Don't worry. I got a silencer. They ain't gonna hear nothing.

Look, I-I don't--I-I mean, how did you even find me?

Your buddy Monet Tejada--

she dropped me a message.

Maybe she trying to get on my good side,

or maybe she finally figured out

that your son is the fucking seed of the Devil.

Please, don't do this, Tommy.

- Too late, Tasha. - You don't wanna do this.

Don't do this. Tommy, please.

- Tommy! - 'Riq?

Tariq, what the fuck is you doing?

Okay, look, stop.

This battle between us has gotta end.

Put the guns down. Tommy, look at me.

We're the only family we got left.

Fuck out of here with that family bullshit.

Family don't snitch on each other.

They don't kill each other. They don't turn on each other.

None of us wanted that shit, all right, Uncle Tommy?

Now, I love you, but I'll put a bullet in you

to stop you from killing my mother.

You think you finally gonna kill me, huh?

Well, you killed your father,

so pulling the trigger on me ain't gonna be nothing to you.

No.

Shit.

Tameika.

Easy, Tariq.

You have a head injury.

Looks like someone hit you on the back of the head.

Estelle called the Marshals.

They found their people dead

and you lying on the floor unconscious.

Estelle said a man broke in.

She heard him threatening Tasha.

Did you know the man?

What?

Tameika, where's my mom?

What happened to my mother, Tameika?

I'm sorry, Tariq, but Tasha is missing.

But your sister and grandmother are safe.

The authorities are searching,

but they don't have any leads to her whereabouts.

It's possible whoever was threatening her took her.

I'm so sorry, Tariq.