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Previously on "Power"...

Víbora Ruiz has a thing for poisonous snakes.

I got you just the ticket

to get you in the high council of the Soldado Nation.

Happy High Holy Day, Víbora.

What's going on between my husband and Tommy?

You can tell me.

It'll be another one of our little secrets.

I want to know what we're doing here.

- Are we just fucking? - I am making a choice with you.

This ain't some skank-ass broad.

Holly's different. She's special.

You better not have told her about our other thing.

I told you it was Ruiz all along.

Yeah, except when you said it was Anibal.

Except then. I don't care. Now I just want to kill a motherfucker.

Ruiz got stabbed. It wasn't the Jamaicans we hired.

Someone went after him and missed. He ain't dead.

Back then, Kanan kept us in line,

taught us the business, made us men.

Ghost and I owe your father big. That's why you're here.

Ripped By mstoll

Check.

You ain't gonna get me this time, K.

I've been practicing.

Yes, you have.

Checkmate, motherfucker.

- What the fuck you talking about? - You see it.

Don't make me smile you up right here, motherfucker.

Your mama won't appreciate no closed casket.

Kanan, you got a visitor.

Yeah?

You need to stop with that Ruy Lopez bullshit.

Rack 'em back up.

I'll be back.

I been saying the same shit all along.

We're calling it prosecutorial misconduct.

I don't give a fuck what you call it as long as it means I get out.

The police officer that stopped you

admitted that the prosecutor told him to omit

certain elements from his report,

including the fact that your back headlight,

the reason why he stopped you in the first place,

wasn't blown out, but rather had been removed...

- Mm-hmm. - ...the bulb unscrewed.

Somebody wanted me to get pulled over with drugs in the trunk.

I told my first lawyer that shit.

They set my ass up.

It doesn't matter that you were set up.

It matters that the prosecutor had material evidence

to support that theory and hid those facts,

- so the jury never knew. - Okay.

The D.A. figured Kanan's young and black, he's guilty.

Who gives a shit about the rules?

This D.A. has a bunch of cases

under judicial review.

That's why you're getting out fast.

When?

Ain't you cold in that shit?

Stopped standing on the corner years ago.

Don't need no puffy working from the inside.

You could do it too, boy. You're smart.

No, man. I love the streets.

I ain't trying to be no house nigga.

Change come from inside the house, Rolla.

Who the fuck want to change?

I heard Ruiz got hit.

Stabbed inside a motherfucking strip club.

God damn.

Strip club supposed to be sacred, you feel me?

One minute you getting a good dick burn,

next you getting gutted open like a fish.

Yeah.

Streets are saying you did it.

You ask for the weather report, don't get mad

when they say it's gonna rain.

You believe what you heard?

If y'all was behind it, we'd be at Ruiz's funeral right now.

But first Anibal, now this?

You can't blame niggas for wagging tongues.

Looks like you cleaning house.

Or you eliminating the competition.

- 'Sup, Em? - I told you to stop it with that shit.

If I was Eminem, I'd be getting my dick sucked

by some actress right now,

not freezing my balls off out here with you.

Yo, Rolla says folks are saying we called the hit on Ruiz.

That's some bullshit.

I say we go by tomorrow and make sure he knows where we stand.

I wouldn't walk in unprotected.

Soldados shoot first, ask questions after the fact.

You want to come with me, Rolla? I'll let you go in first.

- Good to see you, G. - My man.

- Night, Marshall. - Fuck you.

I never get why you like him so much.

He's loyal and he's smart.

He's too smart to try some shit with Ruiz

without knowing our play.

You think "Cool Runnings" gabbed off?

Gabbed off about what? Why would the Jamaicans brag

about a botched hit?

They didn't even hit Ruiz.

Owe us a motherfucking store credit.

I know Ruiz didn't check into no real hospital.

Make sure you know where he's hiding.

- We'll go there tomorrow. - Rolla is right about one thing.

If the Soldados suspect us, they'll have itchy trigger fingers.

I better go alone.

No fucking way.

I ain't gonna let you get clipped right before Tasha's birthday.

If the worst happens, she'll never forgive me.

You forgot about her birthday?

Damn, man, she's your wife.

How come I remember, you don't?

I got a lot on my mind, Tommy.

Well, you're welcome. I'll call you when I get out.

Do that.

We could've met you during the day.

This is the only time I could get away

without them knowing I was gone.

That's live, so from now on,

try to get yourself near Ruiz and his top guys

when you're talking business.

Especially if they mention Lobos or the distributor.

We'll be able to hear everything.

Everything, so take the jacket off

before you rub one out, okay? I don't want to hear that shit.

I thought you were the reptile guy.

You were supposed to.

If anything happens, we'll be on you in 30 seconds.

It takes less than a second for someone to pull the trigger.

Then we'll be 29 seconds late.

Fuck this.

Get someone else to be your snitch.

Agent Knox is just fucking with you.

Nothing's gonna happen to you.

- You have my word. - Your word?

I'll remember that when I'm bleeding out.

Look at it this way. Either wear the mic...

...or try your luck up at Sing Sing.

Pedos do really good up there, I hear.

- Fuck you. - You flirting with him, Nomar?

Enough!

You don't have a choice.

Fuck all of you, then.

You're home early.

Figured you'd be at the club all night.

Wasn't at the club. I was with Tommy.

I'd ask you what's up with Tommy,

but you ain't gonna tell me anyway, so...

Well, I don't want your pretty little head

to worry about any of that.

I want you to concentrate on throwing yourself

the biggest, best birthday party money can buy.

I thought you forgot.

Now, you see that?

You thought wrong.

Mm-hmm. Yeah, well, it would've been nice

- to know a couple of weeks ago. - But that would've ruined

the whole surprise, now, wouldn't it?

Hmm. Sounds like bullshit to me.

Look, baby, I had this whole thing planned.

I did, and then I thought,

well, who better to design your party than... you?

You'd hate what anyone else put together anyway.

You got me there.

I already called Kantos. You and LaKeisha go down tomorrow,

get whatever you want, invite whoever.

Your husband's got you.

Mm.

- Thank you, baby. - Mm-hmm.

Okay, I promise I won't break the bank, okay?

Don't make no promises you can't keep, woman.

- I promise. - Okay.

They're really pushing the action

here in the second round. You see his cardio is holding on.

You can't sleep?

Something on your mind?

Look.

I know.

It sucks to hear your best friend

is cheating on your other best friend.

Skanks throw themselves at club owners all the time.

He'll come back to his senses.

Whatever. I'm over that.

I'm fine. It's just work stuff.

What time are you gonna be home?

I was thinking...

I'd make you some Cincinnati Chili.

You know, over spaghetti, with cinnamon?

I bet you never had that.

Sounds fucking disgusting.

You...

are gonna eat it and like it.

Look, Holl, I...

I might be a little late tonight.

- How late? - I...

You can make that shit for me another night.

Another night?

You like having me around, huh?

Yeah, I do.

I gotta go shopping today anyway.

I'll see what you got in the kitchen.

There ain't shit in there.

This box of cereal expired two years ago!

Told ya.

Tommy, what's this?

Cash.

No shit.

Thank you for that comprehensive explanation.

From where?

From the club.

Bullshit it is!

I don't like banks, that's all. What's the problem?

There are four more of those in the kitchen.

You are a bank.

You shouldn't be fucking snooping.

Fuck you, Tommy.

I told you not to fucking lie to me.

Look at you, all G'd up.

- You stacking? - What? Nah, nah, nah.

- Uncle G bought me this suit. - Sign of respect.

You must be stepping it up.

Yeah, and maybe when you get out in a year,

you know...

maybe I'll be somebody.

Maybe.

Hey, I hear motherfuckers out there beefin'.

Is it the Soldados, the Taínos?

- Um... - It's okay.

It's safe to talk here.

- The Taínos got hit. - Yeah?

Yeah, and somebody took Anibal out too.

- No shit. - Yeah, yeah.

And Ruiz got hit.

Maybe in retribution or maybe not,

but I don't really know.

Why you don't know?

'Cause I don't ask no questions.

Your Uncle G pulled you in, so he expects you to ask questions.

He expects you to come to play, son.

I'm just his driver.

As long as you see yourself as that,

it's all you'll ever be.

We all start off small, man.

Runner, corner, cash kid.

Question is, what are you gonna make of yourself?

- I'm working hard. - That's good.

But not good enough.

How you supposed to learn how G thinks

if you don't know his next move, hmm?

I don't know.

Yeah, I'm telling you.

G waiting on you to prove yourself.

Show him you got the hustle. Get in there.

Take what's yours.

Take what's yours.

Please tell Mr. Stern that I called to set a meeting.

I bet he did forget your birthday.

Now it's your chance to make him pay.

Let's put the manquarium right here.

Girl, what the fuck is a manquarium?

A giant fish tank filled with men.

You're out of your mind.

- It's your 30th birthday. - Exactly.

And I want it to be grown and sexy,

but not with no ghetto-ass shit.

Mrs. St. Patrick's right.

I was thinking we can come up with a birthday shout-out

at the top of every hour.

We can come up with a signature cocktail

or maybe even do a balloon or a confetti drop.

First of all, she's turning 30, not 13,

so enough with the balloon stomping, all right?

And make sure there's plenty of Cîroc,

because that's all my people drink,

and no coconut because I'm allergic to nuts.

Thank you.

- I really couldn't wait to see you. - Yeah.

I'm starting-- I'm starting to get distracted at work.

It's bad.

Not all bad.

Hello?

Yes, that's fine.

I'll be right there.

You okay? Everything good?

It's my father. He's, uh...

not well.

I got to go.

I can pay for the room if you want.

No, are you kidding? I got the room.

Don't worry about the room.

He's out in Long Island.

Got to get the train.

Paz said he wasn't happy there, and I should've listened.

I could hear him screaming

- in the background. - Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey.

He's gonna be okay.

Look at me.

He's gonna be okay, all right?

My ride's downstairs. I can take you.

I want to take you.

You're not listening!

Why is that man in Mr. Williams' bed?

Papi, papi.

Angela!

We're good here. Thank you.

You're safe here.

Shh.

The doctors are looking out for you, papi.

We all are.

Paz will be by later, okay?

That's my friend, Jamie St. Patrick.

He drove me here.

The punk from the corner?

The drug dealer?

I thought I told you to stay away from that boy.

- He's no good. - Pap-- papi, shh.

Shh.

He's finally asleep.

It's so hard to believe he's the same man

that grilled me on spelling,

grounded me when I got a

God, he could be an asshole sometimes...

but now he's...

He's helpless and so scared.

I'm sorry.

I'm a mess.

Angie, is there anything I can do?

I don't think so,

unless you can make this all go away.

This is Holly.

Obviously I'm doing something more important than taking your call,

So leave a message.

Hey, call me back.

If I don't answer...

never mind.

Just call me.

- Ruiz is expecting me. - Yeah, yeah.

I've got a nine on my waist.

And one on my ankle.

Hold up.

Oops, I must have forgot about that one.

- Who the fuck is you, Rambo? - Can I go see your boss now?

Come on.

He's here to see jefe.

- He clean? - Yeah.

All right.

Yo. Yo, we got a visitor.

You look like shit.

I can't go to a regular hospital.

Too many fucking questions to answer.

Gracias.

Can we talk alone?

They already patted me down, took my gat.

Nice of you to visit. Where's Ghost?

She won't let me fuck her in the ass. Her sister will, though.

I been stabbed twice. I'd rather get shot.

It wasn't us, Ruiz.

- I heard different. - We ain't got no beef with you.

You're drug dealers. You got beef with everybody.

They say the same thing about you.

Maybe it was Anibal's people. Maybe it was Rolla.

Neither of those motherfuckers got any love for you,

and, really, nobody else wants you dead?

You're a drug dealer too, Ruiz.

You got more enemies than you even know.

Look.

If me and Ghost was behind this hit,

I wouldn't be here right now...

and neither would you.

Who's watching the elevator?

Jefe wants somebody there all day.

I got it.

También.

Yeah, right.

You know how I ain't a bitch. I'd like to look a motherfucker

right in the eye when I do it so he knows who got him.

I give you that much.

- Can you clean it up? - Uh, fu-- uh, I don't know.

Would you even know if Ghost put out a hit on me?

Your compai's been acting kind of strange lately,

going out of his way to be all nice to me,

but then not showing up at meetings he arranges.

With all this bullshit going on, he's trying to keep a low profile,

something you might want to consider doing.

Celebrating my High Holy Day and this puta sticks me.

The hitter was a girl?

What'd she look like?

She looked like ice cream and sunshine till she stuck me.

Great tits, beautiful ass,

Latin girl, strong.

A girl hit us too.

Anything else you remember?

I wasn't looking at her face, man.

Light hair, curly.

We find this girl, we find out who's been hitting us.

Oh, you're goddamn right, Ruiz.

We in this together.

I haven't been back here since I left.

The bodega got replaced, of course, with this pet store.

But otherwise...

just like the old days.

I thought you could use a milkshake.

Hmm?

You think they still make black and whites?

Why, that's why we here.

Only one way to find out, Miss Big-time.

Oh.

Just give me a second, baby.

- What's up? - Are you on your way in?

No, I'm having lunch out in Forest Hills.

You just want to hear my voice? What?

Your wife's birthday...

you sounded serious, and I'm trying to make it work,

but I'm gonna have to call in more staff, pay overtime.

That's fine.

The other woman wanted 20 cases of Cîroc.

Yeah, whatever they need, just do it. I gotta go.

Wait, there's one more thing. Simon Stern?

Just make it happen.

It's not easy, partner. We all want the same thing here.

We don't want any of this shit--

Fuck are you doing?

Just staying close in case he needs something.

I was the one who saved his life while you were all rubbing asses.

Who's the blanquito in there with Ruiz?

That's the guy who gets us the products.

Distro.

I'm going in.

Yo, yo, yo, yo. You'll blow our cover.

You want to call your girlfriend

and ask if you can pretty please do your fucking job?

You go for it, all right?

I've been on this case three years now.

If Lobos' distributor's in that building,

- I'm getting a look. - Son of a fucking bitch.

Who would know a girl like that?

Anibal's dead,

I don't think Rolla would use a female for wet work.

- Lobos. - No, Ghost don't think so.

You, Ghost...

have taken your eye off the ball.

Nah, man. We just waiting for our pitch.

Now, I'm gonna find this bitch.

I'm gonna make things right with us.

I'ma find that girl. Don't you worry.

Yo, that's one crazy motherfucker.

Yo, yo, yo.

One floor down, homie.

- You feel better now? - A little.

But only because of the milkshake.

Mm.

I gotta take this.

Go ahead. I understand.

Everything cool?

I'm still alive, if that's what you mean.

- Good, let's talk later. - No, we need to talk now.

I can't talk right now. I gotta go.

All right, you got my undivided attention.

Fuck.

You've reached 347-555--

Kantos, it's Tommy. Where's your boss?

Is he talking to some club asshole over there?

I thought he was having lunch with you

out in Forest Hills.

- He's in Forest Hills? - That's what he said.

Got off the phone in a hurry.

- I'm sorry my dad said that... - Ah.

...about you being a punk, a drug dealer.

Yeah, he remembers what he remembers, you know?

He remembers wrong.

You don't just become a good guy, Jamie.

To get where you are now means you were always one inside.

I was right about you all along.

You're always taking me someplace to eat

like you're trying to fatten me up or something.

No, I just like the look on your face

when something gets real good to you.

Mm, you must see that look a lot.

No, it's different, though.

It's your body and your smile

and your mind, the way you think.

It's all of you.

It's not what you are. It's who you are.

Look, Jamie...

Mm-hmm, what?

Do you want to come over tonight?

What about Greg?

There is no more Greg.

Hmm.

No more hotels, okay?

Okay.

Thank you.

Ahem, what are the odds?

My God, Tommy.

- How you doing, Angie? - Not bad.

- How about yourself? - Look at you.

I'm holding my own, holding my own.

Get me a black and white, large.

I was just visiting a sick friend of mine

not too far from here.

He sends his regards, so I figured,

why not pick up the best black and white

in New York on my way home?

I thought you'd be at the club.

What are you two doing way out here?

Oh, you know, just catching up on old times.

It seems like forever ago.

I'll never forget the time you tried to hook me up

with your friend-- the hot one, Italian.

Silvana, she had a thing for you.

Oh, not enough to let me get to second base,

and, trust me, I tried. I got my hand up in there.

She cancelled Christmas

on your boy with a quickness.

Kicked me right out onto the street.

You know who would love these crazy stories

about when we was kids?

His wife, Tasha.

Tomorrow night we're having a big birthday party

for her at the club. You should come.

I work late Thursdays.

Aw, too bad.

Another time.

I'm gonna go.

I don't want your ice creams to melt.

- Thanks. - You got it.

Thank you.

- Call me later. - You bet.

I think I'm just gonna catch the train back to the city.

- Angie, I'm sorry. - Sorry about what?

That you're married? That your best friend knows your wife?

That he mentions her name casually in conversation

'cause he doesn't know we're sleeping together?

I'm sorry about Tommy.

Forget about everything he said.

Look, I want to be here with you...

and later at your place.

I'll call you, Jamie.

We had a shot, and I took it.

No, you jeopardized the entire operation on your own.

Who knows when or if we would've had an opportunity like that?

- And what if someone made you? - Nobody made me.

- You're sure about that? - Positive.

Because I know how to handle myself on and off the field,

unlike some of us in this room.

Fuck you, Medina.

I'll have Frankie call your SAC over at the DEA,

get you sent back where you came from.

Oh, really?

Vaya. Take it to Frankie.

This way, um,

I can get a few things out in the open myself.

Excuse me.

I did the best I could to keep him from going in.

He didn't even get a good look at the guy?

No.

I sent the audio to forensics to see if they can clean it up.

We should hear something within 24 hours.

Yeah, well, I'll be here.

...reached Angela Valdes.

I'm unable to take your call...

So...

lunch was nice yesterday. How was the rest of the date?

- None of your fucking business. - That's funny since the other night

you were all up in my business about me seeing Holly.

- When you get tired of this girl-- - I'm not gonna get tired of her.

Okay, well, when you do, she's gonna get fucking pissed.

She's gonna fuck up our whole club,

the money, every fucking thing, Tommy.

You worried about me fucking up the club?

If Tasha ever found out that you were nailing another broad,

she'd blow up your family and our whole fucking game.

She'd take you to the cops

just to see your cheating ass rot in prison.

First of all, lower your fucking voice, man.

Secondly, Tasha wouldn't do that, and thirdly,

she ain't gonna know shit 'cause you ain't gonna tell her shit.

Oh, you're damn right I ain't gonna tell her.

That don't mean she won't find out.

I bet your phone is full of texts from Angie

and cute little voice messages.

"So good to see you again after all this time,

after I broke your heart and threw it in a fucking dumpster."

- Forgot all about that, huh? - It's different now.

Yeah, you're married. That's what's different now.

Look, I got the whole situation under control.

Yeah.

You always think you got everything on lock.

Ruiz says a girl stabbed him.

Same as hit Liliana and chased 'Bueso.

Ruiz says it was a Latina chick with nice tits

and long, light-colored hair.

Bet we could get a better description if we could ask Liliana,

but, whoa, my bad. We can't, since we had her iced.

Didn't know I knew about that, huh?

I been looking at that bitch for weeks,

waiting for you to say something.

"Hey, Tommy, I know we agreed to kill her,

but I changed my mind."

That would've worked.

Thought she was more useful alive.

I made a judgment call.

Now we can have Julio go back to Liliana

to see if Ruiz's description lines the fuck up,

- if she remembers anything. - Yeah.

We gotta find this girl, man, and who she's working for.

That's all that matters, Tommy.

None of this other bullshit.

Yo, G.

Angela was trouble before,

and she's trouble again.

I just don't want to see you get fucked up.

That's all.

Hi, Shawn, we're almost ready.

Mommy, you look beautiful.

Yeah, that's a real nice dress, Mrs. St. Patrick.

Thank you both.

Raina, have you seen my diamond hoop earrings?

No, I'm smart enough to stay away from your stuff.

But not smart enough to figure out your fractions.

Did you finish your homework, son?

Yeah, that's what I thought. Game off until you're finished, okay?

- All right, let's roll out. - Let me find my earrings first.

Watch your mama blame me for that somehow.

- Join the club, Dad. - Yeah.

Shawn, you went to visit your pops?

- How'd it go? - Yeah, he's good.

I don't think he's eating enough, though,

so he's looking a lot leaner and tighter from all the push-ups.

- Tell him I sent my regards? - Of course.

And he sent his back, too.

Cool.

Can you tell my dad I'm old enough for "Assassin's Creed" now, Shawn?

What you trying to do, get me killed?

Do your homework.

- Did you find them? - No.

They'll pop up sooner or later.

Come on, let's go.

Okay, you two listen to Big Mama, all right?

- Okay. - I'll see you in the morning.

Good night, baby girl. Take care of your sister.

You want to keep that PS3, you do your homework for real, now.

- Good night, babies. - Good night.

How long you gonna duck my calls?

Until you're straight with me, there's nothing to talk about.

It's just fucking money. Why do you care?

I have it. Enjoy it.

Tommy, if it was about your money,

I wouldn't be in these heels and this slutty dress.

I would be home on my night off.

Kantos made you come in for this?

Let me talk to that little bitch.

Do you really not understand why I'm mad at you?

You're mad because you don't believe me.

But that's on you, all right? That's not my problem.

Then why are you fucking calling me all day?

You don't get to pick and choose what part of your life you let me into.

Look, Holly.

I'm not lying to you, all right?

- I got work to do. - Holly!

We want to give a big shout-out to the first lady of Truth,

Mrs. Tasha St. Patrick.

Happy birthday, Tasha!

Oh, my God.

All right, let's make our way over to VIP, all right?

- Okay. - All right.

Special treatment, here we go.

- Quick thing. - No business tonight.

But this is the kind of business you want to hear.

Simon Stern called.

He wants to meet.

Tomorrow morning.

Happy birthday, sis.

- Thank you, Tommy. - Mwah.

Rather than give you money like I always do,

- figured I'd put some thought into it. - What?

Very nice, Tommy.

You went to the spa to buy this?

Hell, no, I know a guy who knows a guy

that had the hookup to a real fancy joint

with a sauna, Jacuzzi.

Thought maybe you could get a facial or some shit.

You didn't have to do this, Tommy.

- Thank you. - Yeah, I did.

You supported us for so long, always had our backs.

You deserve the best.

Tasha, Tasha!

- Hi. - Hey!

What?

I just want to say happy birthday, Tash!

I'll be right back.

Oh.

Hey, Tasha, I was just about to come over

and wish you a happy birthday.

Where did you get those earrings?

These?

You stole them from my damn house.

No, I didn't.

Shut your lying ass up and give me back my shit

while you still have a job.

Tasha, these aren't yours. They're mine.

Tommy bought them for me.

Good, then he can tell me that himself.

Come on.

- What's going on? - Please tell her--

You buy those earrings for her?

Yeah, I bought 'em. Why, you like 'em?

I would've got you a pair too.

Yeah, I do like them.

They remind me of a pair I used to have.

Great minds think alike.

Come on! I got a surprise for you.

Holly!

Oh, just come on.

Ladies and gentlemen!

Ladies and gentlemen,

I'd like to introduce the lady of the hour,

Mrs. Tasha St. Patrick, to rock the mic.

I'm not singing at my own damn birthday party.

- Why not? Beyoncé did it at hers. - I'm not Beyoncé.

You would be in her group if she'd let you.

Now, come on. Let's go, go, go, go, go.

Hey, I was beginning to think your phone was broken.

No, not broken.

I told you I would call you.

Well, I couldn't wait that long.

You're at the party now?

Yeah, but I'd rather be with you.

I think you mean that.

You're there with all those people

and I'm here alone.

But I'm alone too, Angie.

You know, yes, I mean, there's a lot of people here.

Most of them are supposed to be my friends,

but I'm alone when I'm not with you.

Can I come see you?

You need to give me some time, Jamie.

Thanks.

Thanks, everybody.

Give it up for Tasha!

Great party last night.

How tired are you?

I'm not. I'm ready.

Gentlemen, welcome.

Thank you for venturing up here.

Pleasure, sir.

Ah, the elusive James St. Patrick.

Simon Stern. Pleasure.

Come in. Make yourself comfortable.

Here, have a seat.

Let me cut to the chase.

Cynthia Sheridan took her business from me

to come to you and your club...

- Truth. - Truth.

That vexed me a great deal.

- It wasn't personal, sir. - Of course not.

But it made me think either you're stupid

and don't care about profit--

because you basically gave the whole cow away for free--

or you're smart and have something I don't.

Other than the Cynthia Sheridan parties?

We have a full house every night,

another 500 waiting out in the cold,

two DJs on retainer, a back entrance for celebrities.

Something tells me Simon knows our stats already.

You're asking what makes us more than just lightning in a bottle.

You're right, I am.

You're wanting to know what I have to offer you.

Well, you have to make me an offer.

I see.

Holly! Holl.

Yo, Holly! Been looking all over for you.

- Get in the car. - Fuck you.

You stole from Tasha and I lied to cover your ass.

Now get in the fucking car!

What kind of fucking criminal are you?

You owe me one now.

Come on, get in the car.

What the fuck you thinking, stealing from Tasha, my family?

I didn't think she would miss them.

Her closet, it's like a fucking department store.

It doesn't matter how much shit she has.

She's like my sister. I told you that before we went to their place.

Look...

I like to take shit.

That's just who I am.

I'm sorry, though. It was a dick move.

You can rat me out to her if you want.

Whoa, where you going now?

All that money I found in your place, Tommy...

that's not from the club.

No, it's not.

But if you're gonna be my girl, I got to be able to trust you, Holly.

What I tell you, you...

can't tell nobody...

'cause nobody else knows.

I want to know.

The thing is...

I sell some dope on the side to make a little extra money.

I'm a drug dealer.

I'm not fucking stupid.

Your phone isn't ringing day and night.

You don't live in some shitty walk-up.

And there's no way "some dope" pays for a nightclub.

Whatever you're doing ain't your goddamn hobby.

Tell me the truth, Tommy.

I'm at the top of the food chain.

I got a crew of motherfuckers hustling for me,

and we move serious weight.

If I go away, I go away for good.

You wanted the truth.

Yeah, I did.

So what you think?

I am a fucked-up thief

and you are a crazy drug dealer.

I think...

you and I were made for each other.

- You're here. - I'm here.

Unannounced.

I like the element of surprise.

You said you and Greg are over.

We are.

So can I come in?

I think that's a bad idea.

I saw Simon Stern today.

It went great.

He wants to have dinner, keep talking about a future.

Congratulations, Jamie.

I'm really happy for you.

You're the first person I wanted to tell.

In fact, you're the only person I wanted to tell.

When I'm with you,

I can't hold myself back.

I want to.

I want the reality to matter,

but it doesn't.

I just see you.

I get wrong when I'm away from you.

I need another hit to get right.

Another hit?

That's exactly how it feels.

Ah. Mm.

I was so committed to not seeing you,

and then you just knock on my door,

and I let you in.

A girl only has so much resolve.

Sorry.

No, you're not.

What were you even supposed to talk about anyway?

Stern.

My meeting.

Tell me.

Come on.

Well, I don't want to get ahead of myself,

but we talked about partnering...

expansion.

Vegas, Miami.

Mm, I like Miami.

Sorry, babe.

I know.

I don't want you to go.

I don't want to go.

I mean, is there any way...

could you stay the night?

Never mind, I know the answer.

Reality calls.

I wish I could, Angie.

Hey;

It won't always be like this.

Yeah, okay.

I promise.

Okay.

Thank you so much, Shawn.

I hope you got a chance to enjoy

some of the party the other night.

Yeah, I did.

Actually, um...

I got you a little something myself.

Shawn, you did not have to do that.

- You do enough already. - Nah, it's just a little something.

I hope it makes you smile.

I heard you say you lost a pair of earrings, so, um...

They're b-beautiful.

But I can't accept them.

I wouldn't want Ghost to get the wrong idea.

Yeah. Yeah, right.

Excuse me?

What was that?

Shawn, what did you just say?

Nothing. I didn't say anything.

I mean...

you deserve someone who's as loyal to you as you are to him.

What the hell does that mean?

He's always just putting other stuff ahead of you.

But what the hell do I know?

I'm just the driver, right?

I need men down in the garage and at all the doors.

Someone coming?

Security needs to be tight.

Who knows what this fucking hijo de la gran puta has planned.

Who?

I'm expecting Ghost, the pendejo who supplies us

and most likely put these fucking holes in me.

...what this fucking hijo de la gran puta has planned.

Who?

I'm expecting Ghost, the pendejo who supplies us

and most likely put these fucking holes in me.

- You want me to frisk him? - What do you think?

I tell you this piece of shit tried to have me killed,

and you're asking me if you should see if he's carrying a weapon?

What the fuck?

...hijo de la gran puta has planned.

- Who? - I'm expecting Ghost,

the pendejo who supplies us

and most likely put these fucking holes in me.

You want me to frisk him?

I'm expecting Ghost.

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