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Previously on "Power"...

This club is the dream.

I have to admit I'm impressed.

You run a smooth
operation here, James.

When we met,
what'd you think I was gonna be?

The biggest goddamn
drug dealer in New York City.

Must be a reason you came
in the club the other night.

I got you something,
one for each of us.

Who can give us the
names, places, and dates

we need to convict Lobos?

We gotta open up this store
or Lobos will move on.

I issued a warrant
for a Ruiz lieutenant, Nomar Arcielo.

You want me
to rat on Felipe Lobos?

Wait till you hear
who else Nomar called.

- Isabel Ruiz.
- Víbora Ruiz's daughter?

Isn't she 14?

We do it right,
it'll shut this shit down for good.

- And if it doesn't?
- Then we go to war.

What the fuck?!

Ripped By mstoll

Livin' the dream.

The line should be
500 people long.

And I just took
another bag of cash to the safe.

Third time tonight.

- Good, huh?
- Not bad.

How's that compare
to Saturday night?

I mean, it doesn't.

To be fair, though,
it's a Tuesday.

I'm gonna go
find us some blow, okay?

Get this party started.

I know you, don't I?

- Are you an actress or model?
- I was in "Maxim" last month.

Just a two-page spread,
accessories.

I remember.
I liked it.

So you really wanna party?

Grabbed that org chart
of the Lobos cartel you asked for.

Wanna eat or work first?

You really think Lobos
only meets his distributor

twice a year?

I was thinking
we should take another look

at the Federales' records.

What?

You're inspiring
a third option.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Frankie warned me
to stay focused.

- Mm-hmm.
- We should work.

Mm-hmm.
We will.

After.

I was thinking

Lobos must be
using a proxy for his...

...regular communication.

Oh, shit, that's amazing.

So, move over, then.

All right, hold on.
Wait your turn.

But I was thinking if we open up
a fifth night every week,

it's that much more money,
that much more exposure.

Too much exposure.
It's called overexposure.

Make the 500 people wait.

- What?
- Come here.

- Help!
- Move her head.

Wake up.
Fuck off!

Sabrina, oh, my God.
Sabrina!

- Get the medics now!
- How horrible!

Out. And have someone
block the door!

Redirect traffic
to the women's room upstairs.

- What did she take?
- Oh, my God.

Sweetheart, listen to me.
Listen to me.

- What did she take?
- Blow. Coke.

- But she only did two lines.
- Are you sure?

Cocaine
cut with some bad shit.

- Hey, hey, hey, ma'am?
- Help her!

Wake up, wake up!

Come with me.
Come here.

We gotta cut
the strap off.

- Miss, can you hear me?
- Start compressions.

I almost did a line.
Oh, my God.

- Five, six, seven, eight...
- Is she gonna be okay?

- I got a pulse.
- Yo, Jim, bring an ambulance around.

Okay, listen to me.
Look.

There's gonna be
an ambulance downstairs,

it's gonna take both of you
to the hospital, okay?

When you get to the hospital,
they're gonna ask you what happened.

No. No, no!
No, I can't say anything

because her mom will kill her
and it'll be--

Look, if you keep your mouth shut,
she'll die anyway.

It was bad coke.

That's what happened.
That's all you have to tell 'em.

Told you having our own EMTs
was worth every penny.

10 minutes we would've waited
for 9-1-1, she'd be dead already.

Plus, no police, no press.
No one's the wiser.

And you,
all that bad coke shit?

Impressive.
Let me grab you a drink, boss.

- I don't drink anymore.
- Still, you should celebrate.

When's the last time
you saved a life?

See, endorphins
make everything better.

Endorphins
don't help catch Lobos.

And you're half-naked
and still thinking about work.

I don't know whether
to be offended or impressed.

What the fuck?

You got a relay call
from the office.

There goes mine.

Looks like we're up.

Hey, baby.

Bed's awfully empty.

You coming home soon?

Yeah, soon.

Had a crazy night here.
Girl got some bad coke.

- She lived, but...
- Not our product.

Tasha, we don't do that here.

Then what's the problem?
Come home.

Yeah.

Soon as I'm done here,
I'll come straight home.

Okay.

Bye, baby.

Fucking classic.
He wanted to meet us here?

I know it's your task force,
but he's technically my C.I.

There's a protocol, so I'll lead
the interview, write the report.

What are you insinuating?

Not insinuating anything,
cowgirl.

I'm saying we both know
you'll cut corners to get a win.

In the courtroom, it's fine.

But the rules in the field--
follow them.

Here we go.

- No, no, no, no.
- Maricón.

Good to see you, too, papi.
Over here.

Stay right here.

What do you got for us?

He says he's not talking to you.

Mm.
Yeah, I got the gist, thanks.

You called us.

So I assume you have some
information on Felipe Lobos--

you know, some sort of video,
audio recording.

Maybe a photograph or two
or a tip.

Who sells Lobos' drugs
and when and how it happens.

- Yeah, I got your tip.
- Mm-hmm.

Where the fuck you been?

Thought you died in there.

Wild night, man.

Come on, we got business
to discuss, real business.

Okay, go.

Retail side's
been locked up tight

since we sent
those body parts around town.

We're getting a big distro shipment
coming in day after next.

How are the corners?

Pretty fucking quiet.

Everyone knows a re-up's coming.

They'll be watching us.

It's time.
Tell Julio.

Let's take a ride.
Tell him yourself.

Nah. Gotta get home.
Tasha's expecting me.

Oh, we gotta replace the girl
who got slashed, the courier.

Julio already handled it.
White chick, nice tits.

- I'll catch you later.
- Later.

Tommy told me you got shook
at the chop shop the other night.

I was good.

First chop shop I saw,

dude's head fell,
rolled across the floor

like a goddamn bowling ball.

Scared the shit out of me.

- Actually, your pops was there.
- He was?

It's okay to admit it fucked
you up for a minute, Shawn.

And he said it to me,
so I'm saying it to you.

It was Kanan who taught us
how to hold a saw.

He did? Jesus.
I didn't know he was like Tommy.

Pull over.

Look at me.

Ain't nobody like Tommy.

I'll talk to him.

I don't need you
being a part of the game like that.

Told your father
I'd take care of you.

Pops doesn't know shit
about taking care of me.

You need to go see him, kid.
Don’t judge him.

Kanan did
what he had to do to survive.

We all do.

Hurry up, sleepyhead!
Our appointment's at 10:00.

Yeah, I can't go with you today.

The thing that happened
last night at the club with the girl...

I know you ain't serious.

- It's the first of the month.
- I know.

We dress nice,
we go in, all on the books.

We meet with the bankers.

This Mr. and Mrs. Black Enterprise shit
was your idea.

Yeah, but I think you can
handle it now... math team.

- Did you guys wear uniforms?

I shoulda never
told you about that.

You can never let it go.

Come on, Ghost,
we always go together.

I don't wanna go alone.

I gotta go to the club, baby.

You are a smart girl.

You got this.

I accompanied Agent Knox
to meet with our C.I. Nomar Arcielo.

I think he's gonna be
a great asset

in our search
for Lobos' distributor.

- He seemed evasive.
- He needs encouragement, sure.

Encouragement
isn't gonna do anything.

Street soldier like Nomar
doesn't know shit.

We should be honing in
on the primeras

who get Lobos' product.

The only primera we know is Ruiz.

Yeah, but there are more.

We find them,
they lead us to the distributor.

- It's not your call.
- It's my call.

Agent Knox,
follow up with Nomar.

It's worth one more visit
if we can squeeze something out.

We're on it.

If you two are so confident,

start your search
for the big dogs.

See what you can unearth.

Looking forward to it.

- Morning, boss.
- Kantos.

"Which fresh-faced,
up-and-coming model

almost died
while powdering her nose

at the hottest new club
in the Meatpacking District?

This story's no lie."

I know I said
having in-house medics

would help us
to avoid bad press,

but the bathroom
was full of drunk women.

What I wanna know is,
who sold her blow in my club?

Bad, fucked-up,
stepped-on blow.

Drugs are part
of the game, boss.

People want to
get high and party.

We do our best to control it, but it's
part of the business that we're in.

You need to control
who gets in here, period.

So now that the cops know
drugs are getting sold in here,

will they send 'em in straight up

or plainclothes cats or what?

I know you know how they work.

They, uh-- ahem--

come in the front door, usually.

Sniff around, they mess with us,

call us a public health menace,
we get shut down.

Before we get Cynthia Sheridan
to sign a contract,

we get shut down,
people move on, no way.

Like you said, boss,
I know how the cops work.

Let me show you something.

Shipment tomorrow morning,
you and Victor.

- It's on.
- All right.

That's Liliana
who just walked in?

- Yeah.
- Wow, that is one fucked-up grill.

Hey, dog,

she's doing good
with the count, though, man.

Glad she's good at something,

'cause ain't no one
gonna fuck her again.

I'd bet my dick
she's gonna snitch someday.

Yo, you want me
to take her out right now?

Nah.

We find the dealer ourselves

and deliver him
straight to the NYPD.

I don't fuck with cops.

Yeah, but maybe you should.

We save them work,
they get an arrest,

and they leave us alone.

What's this?

I've got the names of everyone
who's stepped foot in Truth.

- We swipe their licenses at the door.
- No shit.

Name, birth date,
height, weight, hair color.

- Address?
- Address, yeah.

Anything on a driver's license.

I was looking
for any familiar names

to narrow down our search.

I know a lot of dealers
from back in the day.

This go all the way back
to opening night?

Yup.

So until we find this guy,
I think we should consult a lawyer.

I mean, I don't want this girl
to read the "Post,"

see a payday, and try to sue.

- I got a guy on retainer. He's a--
- I know a lawyer.

- My guy specializes in this stuff.
- I got it.

That tech stock you bought
with our money...

risky move, isn't it?

Yeah, well, given the size
of your portfolio,

I wasn't really so worried.

Those Wash 'n' Folds
really seemed to pay off for you

and Mr. St. Patrick.

That's why
it's a great business, Alex.

People always have dirty laundry.

What the fuck?

If everything's satisfac--

Pull up that goddamn log.

Kantos said he knew a lawyer,

I told him I had a better option.

I don't usually do
in-person consultations,

but just this once
I'll make an exception.

Oh.

I'm sorry about the other day.

You had to work.
I get it.

But it does feel like you're
always running off somewhere.

You'd think
I'd be used to it by now.

Oh.

Not gonna let me off
that easy, are you?

Nope.

So you think the girl
really has a case?

Let's not use the word "case."

Look, as a lawyer,
I shouldn't be here at all.

But as your friend,
I'd say

someone ODs in your club,
you have limited liability

unless you provided the drugs,
which obviously you didn't.

So when I get in there...

I think you should talk to her,

ask her how she's doing.

Show her you care.

It's not about
getting out of a lawsuit,

it's about avoiding
getting into one in the first place.

My manager thinks
we should work with the cops

to find the dealer,
but you know,

coming from our neighborhood,
that's a terrible idea, right?

- Not necessarily.
- Shit.

Coming up,
NYPD was 007.

That badge gave them
license to kill.

We'd see the cops coming
and we'd run.

Even if we were just
hanging on the corner, remember?

I remember.

Not all cops are like that.

It's not a bad idea
to have a few on your side.

- Come up with me.
- Nah.

The whole thing goes sideways

if she thinks you brought
a lawyer to cover your ass,

even though you kind of did.

Yeah.

Guess we could've done this
on the phone.

- You didn't need to come.
- Yeah, I did.

I mean, you've worked
so hard for the club,

I wanna make sure
it all works out.

Chardonnay at the lower bar.

Do champagne up top,
near VIP.

- Mrs. St. Patrick.
- ls my husband upstairs?

He went out.

You want me to let him know
you stopped by?

Don't worry yourself about it.
I'll wait in his office.

It's probably locked.

Then I'll need the key.

Looks good.
Blood pressure's good.

Call me if you need anything.

Just press the button.

I'm James St. Patrick,

the owner of the nightclub
where you...

How you feeling?

My mother is flying in
from the Ukraine.

My agency, they want me
to go to rehab.

I can't believe this happened.

You're not the first person
to use drugs.

And you're not the first person
to buy bad drugs off an asshole.

I feel pretty stupid.

This kind of a bad thing,
maybe it's the push you need

to start heading
in a better direction.

This asshole dealer,
you happen to remember his name,

- what he looks like?
- No.

I don't want this
to happen to anyone else.

Hey there.
Have you seen James?

Big boss isn't here yet.

Big boss?
What's that make me?

Hey, what's your name?

Why would that matter?

I want to know more about you,
that's all.

You want to fuck me.

Don't need
to know my name for that.

Hey, listen,
what do I need to say here?

I don't know.
Come up with something.

See you later, boss.

What the fuck is her problem?

She's a bitch.

So you one of my bosses, too?

I am.

I'm Tommy.
And your name is?

- Dominique.
- Dominique.

So you like working here,
Dominique?

Yeah, suing was
the last thing on her mind.

She's just a scared kid.

You were right
about talking to her.

Um, let me buy you lunch
as a thank-you.

I can't.
I gotta go.

Things are blowing up at work.

Again.

- That day in the museum...
- Mm-hmm.

My boss told me
not to get distracted.

But somehow
when it comes to you...

Well, then stay.

Let's just go.

Be alone for a while.

I want to, but...

Bye, Jamie.

We thought
we'd shift our focus.

Aníbal Santalises is a primera

of the Sangre Fuerte
set of Hermanos Taínos.

Came onto our radar
because last week

he received a special delivery.

Severed human foot.

- Shit.
- What are you talking about?

You sat on this for a week?

My contact just got back to me.

This has Lobos
written all over it.

That's pure speculation.

My contacts on the street

believe that Ruiz
got sent an appendage, too.

We know Ruiz
is connected to Lobos,

so maybe Anibal is, too.

This is ridiculous.
I didn't authorize this.

I did.

It's speculation,
but it's worth following up on.

Nice work.

Could Frankie and I
have the room?

I really wish you'd told me
you authorized this.

I need to be in the loop
on this investigation.

You're here.
You're officially in all loops.

Let me ask you this.
What is your goal here?

- I don't know what you mean.
- You see?

I gave you an opportunity to say,

"The successful prosecution
of Felipe Lobos."

You're not here
to beat Saxe or Medina.

We're here together,
all of us,

to put a fucking
drug dealer in jail.

Any move that gets us
closer to that result

is the best move, right?

Right.

And with Nomar,
you have anything new?

That's what I thought.

Ready?

Thanks.

Flatfeet are a bitch.

You're lucky you got
your mama's.

So you got any news
from that doctor you been seeing?

Nothing new.

Well, what'd he say?

No improvement.

The treatment didn't work.
My knee's busted for good.

Then find another doctor.
It's only been six months.

I gotta face it, Pops.
I can't ball anymore.

So you gotta face it, too.

So what you doing instead?

I got a new job.

Driving Uncle G.

And he says hey,
by the way.

And when you get out, he's got
a whole franchise all ready for you.

I always-- I always knew
this day would come, man.

He treat you right?

Yeah, he does.

He keeps telling me
about you, too.

What you taught him,

how close y'all were.

I guess I got a lot to learn.

Listen, if you ever need
to talk about some shit going down,

some shit you can't tell Ghost...

Burner.
Guards keep me stocked.

I know you gonna
do me proud, son.

Come on, gotta move.

Let's go.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Help the fuck out
or fuck the fuck off.

All right.

What, do you think we're hosting
a party here this morning?

Nah, I'm fucking
the doughnut chick.

- And you get free doughnuts?
- Mm.

- Shit, yeah, as many as I want.
- Think I could bang her, too?

Let's go.

- Usual drop?
- No doubt.

All right, bet.

Doughnuts are good, man.

Man, you and those
fucking doughnuts, dog.

Get out of the fucking car, now.

Hands up.

Put it down.

You, too, get the fuck out.
By the wall.

Let's go.

All right, man, hey,
calm the fuck down, all right?

Shut the fuck up.

Turn around.

I just want the van.
Nobody's got to get hurt.

That's not the way I see it.

The way I see it,
you're gonna get hurt real bad

unless you tell me
what I need to know.

Has Nomar Arcielo called in?
He hasn't answered my--

Agent Knox's last few attempts
to make contact.

Of course he recognizes
the number.

He's ignoring us on purpose.

Nomar, call in now.

Fuck this.
Fuck protocol.

- Yeah.
- Got the guy.

Victor's got the product.

Okay, we need a name, who sent him,

how'd they know
where to find us?

Duh, I'm on it.

You don't got Shawn
with you, do you?

- Nope.
- All right.

I know you liked popping his cherry
on the wetwork in the warehouse,

but I want you
to lay off for a while.

And I want you
to move that Dominique girl

to the VIP section at the club.

She's good.

Good at what?

I told you not to touch
the merchandise, Tommy.

Like that.

Ghost, we need to talk.

I got to get to the club, babe.

Big surprise.

- Okay.
- You want to know what's going on?

I'm trying to find the dealer
that sold that girl

the bad shit
that almost killed her

so we can turn him over
to the cops.

So now you're a snitch?

That's what you take
from all that?

- Daddy.
- It's okay, baby. It's okay.

I got a business to run...
we keep the cops happy,

which keeps 'em
off our backs, that's it.

As long as I've known you,
you ain't never been worried

about keeping no cops happy.

You want to do this right now?

Nah, I don't.

Okay, baby.

Come on, honey.

Come on,
let's go find Big Mama.

I got some business
to take care of.

Every time I say something like,

"Tell me who you're working for,"

I feel like I'm
in an old movie, you know?

It's like fuckin'
Al Capone over here.

- Fuckin' Capone?
- That's right.

Hey, hey.

Who's your
favorite gangster of all time?

Luciano?

Escobar, right?

Everybody loves the classics.

Okay, then.

Tell me who you're working for

or we're gonna have a little fun.

Hola.

All I had to do was look
for the closest

Catholic school
to your house.

You know
I've been looking for you.

Eh?

Stop.

Hey, yo, Tommy, man,
come on, dog.

What are you doing?

Give him another second.

What were you
supposed to do with the van

once you got it off us?

I was supposed to drive it
to a parking lot in Brooklyn,

park it, and walk away.

Who was
supposed to pick it up?

Oh.

Hey, yo, man, talk.

You got 10 seconds.

- One, two, three, four...

Five, six, seven.

Okay, okay.

Okay, okay, okay.

- She said--
- She? It was a woman?

She says we were
doing it for some guy.

I don't know his name.

"Then say good-bye

to your little friend."

You see what I did there?

"Scarface."

You should've laughed,
motherfucker.

She called him El Gordo.

That's Anibal.

Este hombre...

You're right.

I am a bruja with a badge.

You keep fucking with me,
I can shoot you in the street

in cold blood,
say it's self-defense.

No one will bat a fucking eye.

So you're gonna talk to me
about this guy

who got a fucking foot
in the mail last week.

I need to know what the fuck
is going on, Nomar.

I need to know
what I'm dealing with.

That guy got a foot?

I heard Ruiz got a head.

According to the victim,
our dealer is dark-haired,

clean-cut, tall.

Basically
your average pinstripe prick.

His first name is Scott.
All right, here's the deal.

We need everybody
to keep your eyes open.

Everyone. Ladies, if you
catch this piece of shit in action

selling this bullshit in here,
you hand him over to me

and I hand you back
a big, fat bonus check.

Double a night's pay.

Oh, and do whatever it takes.
There are no rules.

You heard him.

All right, let's get to work.
Open the doors.

Do whatever it takes, huh?

Guess you
haven't changed after all.

We need to talk.
Now.

Tasha, whatever's gotten into you,
we're gonna talk about it at home.

This is my place of business.

Your business is the only
place I can get your attention.

I went to the bank.

I saw the vault.

Did you think
I wouldn't notice?

Did you think
I wouldn't notice what you took?

I had to use that money
to open the club.

It had to be a cashier's check
from our legit account.

Couldn't give the state liquor
motherfucker

a stack of hundreds
covered in coke dust.

And truth is, Tasha,
it's my money.

Don't you dare
start that shit, Ghost.

I helped you earn
every goddamn penny.

You could've told me up front
how much this club would cost.

You could've said something.

But you sent me into that bank
like boo-boo the fool

don't know shit
about what you're doing.

You saw how much money
we got in there.

We ain't in no danger
of going broke.

It ain't about the money.

Since when do you lie to me?
Since when do you hide shit?

I didn't think you'd understand.

Why don't you try me?

I'm a smart girl, remember?

I'm doing this for us.

- It's our escape plan.
- Escape from what?

I don't know any
old, wrinkled drug dealers.

They're either
dead or inside, Tasha.

That doesn't scare you?

No.

Because they're not you.

They're not as good as you.

This club is the dream.

We can get out.
We can have it all.

We already have it all.

You, me, the kids.

The way things are now,
it is my dream.

I think we got him, boss.
Scott.

I got to go, Tasha.

He fits the physical description,

is preying
on the same type of girl.

Already checked his I.D. swipe.
He was here that night.

No shit.

- Did he sell any product yet?
- Nope.

All right, well, as soon
as he does, we'll grab him.

- All right.
- Hold on.

- What's up?
- The kid talked.

You better get your ass out here.

Yeah.
I got to go, man.

- You got to go?
- I got to go.

- Well, what do you want me to do?
- Holly, I want you keep your eye

on that prick.

Try to get him to sell to you.

I'm on it.

Call me.

Soon as he makes a move,
call me.

Got it.

He wouldn't tell me
who he was working for.

- Now we know.
- Oye.

You wake me up,
drag me out my house, for what?

You hire this motherfucker
to boost my product?

Fuck,no.
I never seen him before.

You told me you didn't know
nothing about us getting hit, Anibal.

You said it to my face.

We're hearing a different story
from crispy beef here.

Turns out you were behind it
the whole fucking time.

Yo, why the fuck
would I do that?

- Yo, Ghost, you know me, man.
- I thought I did.

Yo, you gonna do me like this
on the word of this motherfucker?

Get on your fucking knees.

People have a funny way
of telling the truth

when you light 'em on fire.

Nighty-night, Anibal.

Yo, Ghost, you know that
if I'ma fucking step to you,

I'ma use my best men.

This motherfucker ain't Taino.

Yo, I'm being set up.

Yo, I swear on my kids, man.

We're wasting time.
Do him.

Tommy, if you hire a hitter
to pull off a job like this,

you gotta make sure
it's someone good.

Miguel hid the shit
and then talked, this kid broke.

Yeah, well,
I learn from my mistakes.

Maybe.
Julito, wake him the fuck up

and ask him again
how he got the job.

Hey, hey, hey.
Wake the fuck up.

Hey.

Yo, boss?

Yo, this motherfucker's dead.

I thought I cooked him
medium rare.

Yo, I swear
I didn't do nothing, yo.

- Rolla wants my corners.
- That's fucking bullshit.

Ruiz hates me 'cause
I'm Dominican.

- Shoot this motherfucker!
- I ain't gonna kill a primera

unless I got proof
he's crossed me.

- There's your proof!
- Think, Tommy.

If Anibal's being set up here,
so are we,

to start a fucking war.

I got another plan.

- We shut everything down.
- What?

We have us a meeting.
I sit across the table,

I look all those motherfuckers
in the eye,

and I find out who's hitting me
once and for all.

Until then,
no one gets product.

- Spread the fucking word.
- Ghost.

Ghost, we can't just shut down
the wholesale business.

We can't just let Fat Albert go.

We can do anything we want to do.
We need proof, Tommy.

But if I find out
it was Anibal all along,

I promise you,
I'll cut his throat myself.

You didn't call.

The girl was on him all night.
He never dealt.

Look, if the cops call,
we play nice.

Grabbing the dealer was icing.
It'll all work out.

Good news, we made
upwards of 80K tonight.

Pretty fucking great.

Hey, Holly.
Can I get you a cab?

Yes, please.

You want a ride home?

I just spent nine hours
in 6-inch heels,

so getting down on my knees
ain't gonna happen.

It's not like that, Holly.

You took the trouble
to learn my name.

You impressed?

Nope.

When was the last time
you asked a girl out on a real date?

Do you even know how?

Can I take you to get
some breakfast, Holly?

Good night...

boss.

Mmph.

Bunch of calls went out
late last night.

- Connect called a meeting.
- You got a name for the connect?

- Mm-mm.
- What kind of meeting?

I was inside with a Taino soldier
a few years ago.

He owes me one.

He says your guy, Anibal,
don't know if he called the meeting,

but he's gonna be there for sure.

Are you happy now?

Yes, I'm happy.

I need you to find out when and where
this meeting's gonna be.

Nomar Arcielo confirmed
that Ruiz, Anibal,

and other members
of Lobos' New York network

will be convening
at the distributor's behest.

So Anibal is involved?

We'll know how exactly

when we get the when and where
of the meeting.

My C.I. is on it.

You mean Agent Knox's C.I.

Nomar's been responsive
to Angela,

so she's been
accompanying me on meet-ups,

like the one this morning.

Turns out Nomar
likes the bad cop. Go figure.

We catch the distributor
at this meeting, flip him on Lobos,

nice little package for Collins,
all wrapped up with a bow.

Great work, you two.

Thank you for covering for me.

Nomar knows your real name.

How hard would it be to find out
where you work, where you live?

I have a gun.

Oh, f-- what, you-- you have permission
to have it at the office

or time to use it when he busts
through your front door?

Maybe I should stay
at your place for a while, until--

- I'll be careful.
- Okay.

I promise.

I got to write this report,
so where did we meet Nomar?

So how long
before you have to split?

- I'm good.
- Yeah.

I had a good morning at work,

so I'm rewarding myself
with these fries and with you.

So tell me what happened.

- A play-by-play of my meeting?
- Mm-hmm.

Hmm, you better get
more coffee to stay awake.

That bad, huh?

What about you?
Did you catch that dealer?

Days like yesterday,
Angie, I mean...

Shit.

Makes me wonder
if I'm kidding myself doing all this.

- All what?
- All of it, everything.

All the choices I've made
to get here.

Listen, hmm?

I don't know what's involved
in running a club,

but I know that at my job,
let's just say

one day I'm the hero,
the next day I'm knee-deep in shit.

That's exactly how I feel.

That doesn't mean
I give up, you know?

Some people get everything
handed to them on a platter.

All they have to do
is count their money.

- Mm.
- That's never been me.

No one's ever bought me diamonds
or paid my rent.

I bought myself a bracelet once.

Some guy got one for Paz,

but I couldn't afford
the real version.

Turned my whole arm green.

But I wore it till it fell apart.

I've always done everything
for myself, like you.

We got ourselves where we are.

- It gets lonely.
- Lonely.

Not everybody
understands us, Jamie.

Guess that's why I'm sitting
here right now with you, Angie.

Angie Valdes.

You don't feel lonely
now, do you?

No.

I think maybe this time you did.

No, you did.

Yeah, maybe.

What happens now?

I don't know.

But I'm not
letting you go again.

I'll call you.

You better.

Here, take this.

My pops said hello.

Yeah?
How was it seeing him?

Fine.

Maybe good.

He's been in
since I was nine,

and I always
hated him for it.

But after today,
I feel guilty.

I'm out here on easy street,
doing whatever I wanted.

But now that
I'm working with you,

I see my dad differently.

Sure, maybe he's not perfect,
but he's my father.

I mean, isn't that
what you meant?

You know what?
I need to make a stop.

Head uptown.

You're home early.

You lied to me, Ghost.
These don't make up for shit.

Give 'em back, then.

Yasmine's down for her nap.
Keep an eye on her.

Tasha!

What is it? What is it?

Baby, baby.

Give me.
What is it?

You're okay.

- She's okay, she's okay.
- You're okay, you're okay.

- Hey, it's okay, she's okay.
- You're okay.

What the hell is that
in her mouth?

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay, baby.
It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.
It's all right.

Oh, my God. It's all right.

You Angela Valdes?

Sign here, please.

My God.
Oh, my...

Shh.

We're fine.
I got you.

I'm here.

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