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Previously, on
"Ghost"...

The man, who killed
James St. Patrick.

is Tommy Egan.

Things been a little shaky

since
D.C. Joe went missing.

I just want you
to be real with me.

- Let's go outside.
- For what?

'Cause all we fucking do
is hide.

Hide from your team,
hide from the fucking world...

You're right, okay?
You're right.

But I'm trying, okay?
I'm trying.

Oof!

Dru!

I had no idea that the guy
that they found

- in the pool was GTG.
- Your family are at the game.

A body shows up,
and you get threatened.

- It's not a coincidence.
- You don't know my family.

I know
you're not like them.

Let me help you.

After the game,
a few of the players

from the basketball team
went to celebrate at a club.

They were jumped
and assaulted by a gang.

And if Zeke gets in trouble
for this swimming pool shit,

your name will be
the first name outta my mouth.

Rico may be your boss,

but I'm Monet Tejada.

You fucked
with the wrong bitch.

Okay, this beef with Monet
got you twisted.

Rico's coming up personally
to make our drop.

New York.

It has been a minute.

I figured out
what you're doing, okay?

If Tariq St. Patrick's guilty
of some drug offense, great,

but you still need
to nail Tasha.

Let's go right fucking now.
I'm serious.

Bro, you do not want
to fight me, a'ight?

Just shut up
and listen to me.

She's snooping around
for her fucking uncle

that's prosecuting my mother.

Fuck outta here.
No way.

That's shit.

I saw a picture of that guy
at Riley's house.

Exactly.
You fucking Nancy Drew.

I don't have your money.

You know better
than that shit, Tariq.

I had to do something
for my mother.

She always comes first,
Monet,

so I broke your rules.

You got
product already?

It's Monet's shipment.

You stealing
my fucking family's product?

Rico gave it to me.

He said he was looking
for a new distro.

He's taking Monet out
the game.

No!

Dru, Dru, baby,
please don't do this to me.

I owe you Diana's life,

but me and you,
we ain't done.

Saxe is calling you
to the stand.

- How'd you get that?
- Saxe took it.

Davis is setting you up.

Tameika, I need your help.

Saxe knows.

He's calling you
to the stand.

Now I'm your attorney.

Run, Cane. Run before
I put you down myself.

I did everything
you wanted me to.

Don't test me, boy.

You pull,
you'll make it easy for me.

♪ They say this is
A big, rich town ♪

♪ I just come
From the poorest part ♪

♪ Bright lights, city life ♪

♪ I gotta make it
This is where it goes down ♪

♪ I just happen
To come up hard ♪

♪ Legal or illegal, baby
I gotta make it ♪

♪ I never took
A straight path nowhere ♪

♪ Life's full of twists
And turns, bumps and bruises ♪

♪ I live, I learn ♪

♪ I'm from that city full of
Yellow cabs and skyscrapers ♪

♪ It's hard to get a start
In these parts without paper ♪

♪ Homey, I grew up in hell
A block away from heaven ♪

♪ That corner every 15 minutes
They moving seven ♪

♪ Pure snow, bag it
Then watch it go ♪

♪ Occupational options
Get some blow or some hos ♪

♪ Shoot the ball or the strap
Learn to rap or to jack ♪

♪ Fuck it, man
In the meantime ♪

♪ Go head and pump a pack ♪

♪ This my regal, royal flow
My James Bond bounce ♪

♪ That 007
That's 62 on my count ♪

♪ I'm a undercover liar
I lie under the covers ♪

♪ Look a bitch in the eyes ♪

♪ And tell her
Baby, I love ya ♪

♪ You're my inspiration
You're my motivation ♪

♪ You're the reason that I'm
Moving with no hesitation ♪

♪ They say this is
A big, rich town ♪

♪ Yeah, I just come
From the poorest part ♪

♪ Bright lights, city life ♪

♪ I gotta make it
This is where it goes down ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I just happen To come up hard ♪
*POWER BOOK II GHOST*

♪ Legal or illegal, baby
I gotta make it ♪

*POWER BOOK II GHOST*
Season 01 Episode 10

Episode Title:
"Heart of Darkness"

Aired on: January 03, 2021

- ♪ All lies, all lies ♪
- Fuck you doing?

She getting searched,
or she ain't getting in.

Don't trip, Owl.

We good.

♪ Still they wanna
take my life ♪

♪ All lies, all lies ♪

♪ Oh, Lord, oh, why? ♪

Do your job.
Don't be stupid, nigga.

♪ Why you wanna
Take my life ♪

You good.

Nah, homie.

Just her.

'Sup, Rico?

Ain't nothing
like a pretty bitch

bringing you some money.

Mmm.

Well, I'm glad we could come
to this arrangement.

Ah...
Thanks to your husband.

Mm, mm, mm.

Ah.

Sorry to pop off like that,

but business is business.

How your son?

Alive,

no thanks to you.

Hallelujah.

So I guess I'll see him
at the next pickup with you.

Probably not.

Then I guess our business
is done here.

I got some sweet New York pussy
to attend to,

'cause from the looks of it,

I can tell you not
about to give me none, huh?

Now we good...

bitch.

Monet.

Fuck.

To be some frail-ass niggas,
they heavy as fuck.

How long you think
till shit blow back on us?

It won't
if Ramirez picks up.

Where the fuck is this
nigga?

Yo, toss the burner
you used to call Rico.

Already done.
Anything from Ramirez?

I'm sure he'll hit you back.

It's not like him, D.
Something's up.

Ma, maybe we should get back
to the hospital.

Dru'll be awake soon.

Oh.
You look sharp.

What's the occasion?

I'm going to testify for my mom
in court today after class.

Oh.

You didn't get the email?
Class is canceled.

Professor Reynolds and Milgram
are interviewing more students.

I guess they got
more information

about the guy who drowned
Parents' Weekend.

I thought
no one saw anything.

I don't know.
I saw a bunch

of basketball players
being pulled in too.

Maybe one of them
knows something.

You used to live
with Zeke Cross, didn't you?

Yeah, but he didn't hit me,
so if class is canceled,

I'ma head downtown now.

Tariq?

Do you want me
to go with you?

I have time to change,
and I could...

I really wish you could,

but... it's something
I gotta handle by myself.

But thank you.

So walk us through it again
one last time.

We were pretty drunk,
so we left the club

to get something to eat.

Who's "we"?

Me, D'Angelo, CJ.

- Is that everyone?
- Yes.

I mean, no.

Zeke was there too.

These dudes
must've recognized us

from inside.
They came out of nowhere,

and then one of them put
his gun to Zeke's knee.

Well, why didn't Cross
get shot?

What?

You said one of them
put a gun to his knee.

Why didn't he shoot?

The gun got pushed away.

Who pushed the gun away?

Zeke's cousin.

And what's his cousin's name?

Why didn't you mention
him before?

I think his name is Dru.

I don't really know him,
though.

I must have forgot.

You said you were drunk.

How many drinks had you had
by this point?

Uh, six, uh, seven...

- I-I don't remember.
- Six or seven?

But you... you still think
it was his cousin.

How did Dru get close enough
to push the gun away?

Dru and the guy with the gun
were talking.

He was trying
to keep him... calm.

Talking?
So Dru knew him.

No.

I don't know.

I guess I was pretty drunk.

Actually, I think Zeke
pushed the gun away.

I think Dru was there
a different night.

My bad.

Okay, I think that's enough
for today.

Uh, listen.
We'll be in contact

if we have to reach out
to you, Everett.

Thank you.

Are they gonna get in trouble?

Z-Zeke, I mean.

Look, we're just trying
to get to the bottom of this.

Okay?
Zeke's gonna be fine.

You know, I don't think
Everett even knows

what night we're talking about.

Sounds like they were so drunk,
they didn't know up from down.

Yeah, well,
maybe we'll get lucky

with somebody else.

Listen, why don't we hold off
on passing this to Santana,

just in case it's a dead end?

Okay.

Yeah.
Why don't we take a break

for today?
I got some work to do.

Zeke.

Is there something you need?

Um, can we speak alone?

Absolutely.
Why don't we discuss

in my office?

You told the cops?

You said you'd let me decide,
and you just told them?

Keep your voice down.

What the fuck, Carrie?

I was trying to protect you.

The entire team
is being pulled in.

- How is this protect...
- This is routine.

This had nothing
to do with you.

That's still true.

Yes, but this ain't
just about me.

It's about my whole family.

The police have no new leads.

You're ahead of this.
Just stay calm.

Everett ain't say nothing?

He mentioned your cousin
might've known the shooter,

- but then he recanted.
- Oh, God.

He said
you were all drunk.

I don't think Jabari thought
anything of it.

Zeke,
you need to stay calm.

I'm fucked.
I'm fucked.

I get tied to a murder,
ain't no team

gonna wanna touch me.

I need to tell my family.

They need to know
what's going on.

Don't.

It might make it worse.

What, you want them
to fix it themselves?

You let me handle this,
Zeke.

It won't get
to Detective Santana.

Trust me.

I'll fix it.

Diana...

can you ask the nurse
to check the drip?

I don't think
there's oxy in here anymore.

What up, bro?
You good?

You better get the fuck
out of here

- before Monet sees you.
- Nah,

man, we good.
I saw them leave.

Where'd they go?

- It's...
- Oh, I got you. I got you.

Get the fuck off me, man.

Why are you here?

I thought if I wasn't with you,
I was against you.

Now you care that I'm shot?

I didn't want
any of this shit, Dru.

Come on, man.
I know what I said,

but you my brother.

What the fuck do you want,
then?

You already fucked us.
Just leave, all right?

You know I wouldn't have had
to do any of this shit

if Ma wouldn't have been trying
to change our business

for that wack-ass nigga
Tariq, right?

Nigga, enough with Tariq, man.

You picked Guap over us

when he pointed a gun
at me and Zeke.

Did Tariq tell you to do that?

He ain't the problem, nigga.
You are.

You don't understand that we
can't trust this motherfucker?

Everything I'm doing,
I'm doing it to protect us.

Ramirez protects us, all right?

We got that shit covered.

Man, fuck him.
All right?

We never needed
that motherfucker,

and we don't have to worry
about him ever again.

Hey, tell me you didn't do
nothing stupid.

Where's Ramirez, Cane?

He's where he needs to be.

You are dumber than I thought.

So it's like that?

You done with me, too,

like Ma, like Diana?

Don't blame me, man.

You make all these decisions

'cause you can't think
about nobody

but your fucking self.

Well, I can't do this shit
no more, man.

Just go, a'ight?

Get the fuck out.

Close the door behind you.

All rise.

Come to order.

The United States
versus Tasha Green St. Patrick.

Mr. Saxe, call your witness.

The government calls
Tariq St. Patrick.

Did you ever see your father
put his hands on your mother?

I heard Ms. Washington
speak about it

at my mother's arraignment,

but I never witnessed it
for myself.

Ah.

Where were you the night
your father was killed?

At my father's club, Truth.

How long were you there?

I don't know.
I mean,

he introduced me
to a few people,

I shook a couple hands,
and... and I left.

I would say maybe an hour.

See, Quinton Wallace said

he took your mother
to Truth

around 10:00 that evening.

Were you still there then?

I don't think so, no.

Okay.
Okay.

You know, let me make this
easier on you.

Did you see your mother,
Tasha St. Patrick,

at Truth Nightclub the night
your father was killed?

We take care of each other,
right?

Right.

No,

but I did see you there
with a gun.

I don't know what

gun you're talking about,
but I was there

in my official capacity.

Oh, so I'm guessing you were
in your official capacity

when you followed me
to my father's grave

the night of my birthday,
a few weeks ago.

All right.
Your Honor, Your Honor,

please direct the witness
to answer my question.

I'm sorry, Your Honor.

I just really would like
to know

how he knew I was going
that night.

So would I,

but the U.S. attorney
is correct.

He asks the questions.
You answer, Mr. St. Patrick.

Thank you, Your Honor.
Okay.

So back to my question.

Were you at Truth

with your mother or not?

The night I went
to my father's grave,

I was drugged.

I don't even remember
what happened.

I didn't even know
where I was going,

so... how did you?

- Your Honor...
- You... you were there.

So how did you know where
I was gonna be that night?

Your Honor, once again,

the witness is not answering
my question.

The only reason he wants me
to talk about my mother

is because
he heard what I said

to my father at his grave,

and the only reason
he heard that

is because he had someone
drug me,

and he followed me there.

So who helped you, Mr. Saxe?

Who would drug my drink?

I mean, who was there
helping you

in official capacity?

Okay. Order.

Order.

Mr. Saxe.

Mr. Saxe.

Yes, Your Honor.
Yes.

Is what the witness saying
correct?

Was he drugged,

and was it by an agent
of the police

or someone else helping you?

This is absurd.

How many people
are involved here?

Oh, Your Honor, I can tell you
exactly how many people

are involved,
and I can tell you

how many people
knew about it

since the beginning
of this trial.

Uh...

Chambers, Your Honor?

Oh, I think that's
a very good idea.

Everyone, um, go to lunch.
Gentlemen, let's talk.

Your Honor, I move
for a mistrial.

Mistrial?

Oh, there's a lot of things
I'm about to say,

but "mistrial"
is not one of them.

I am inclined to put you both
under oath

to find out what is really
going on here.

Mr. Saxe, did you actually drug
a college student

to help you prosecute
his mother?

And Mr. MacLean,

how long have you known
about this?

Why haven't you come forward?

- I wasn't privy to all of this.
- You, take a fucking hike.

Mr. Ott, your language.
This is my chambers.

Hey, Nina, you wanna get
reassigned to Utica?

- What?
- Kay, take a break.

Okay, whoa.
Steven?

What is she doing here?

You went too far, Cooper.

I told you
this would happen.

Steven and I just had
a very nice conversation

about what you did
to Tariq St. Patrick.

The ball was on the tee, Saxe.

All you had to do was hit it.

Now the DNC's got nobody
to take the fall

for St. Patrick's murder
and organization,

all because you
not only decided to run

your own bogus
investigation,

but you let yourself
get found out

by a fucking kid.

You could go to jail.

And you... wow, I mean you

are one unethical piece
of shit.

You were working with him
the whole time.

I was zealous
in the defense of my client.

Yeah, I'll say.

And since you're clearly
the man in charge here,

and you need this all
to stay quiet,

tell me, Mr. Ott,

what can you do for us?

Okay, here's
what's gonna happen.

The U.S. attorney's office
will dismiss the case

against Tasha St. Patrick
in exchange for her testimony.

She will swear that Tommy Egan

is the real head
of this organization

and the person
who killed James.

You will be released

out of this shitshow

and into Federal Witness
Protection in three days

if, and only if,

you give up
Egan's whole organization.

S-so I'm going home?

Yeah, if you call
Hackberry, Arizona, home,

you're going home.

We will need
absolute cooperation.

He's saying if you and Tariq
keep your mouth shut

about what happened here
today,

you're free.

Steven.

- Hang on a second.
- What?

Don't you think this
is a little premature?

Shut up, Cooper.
You got outsmarted

by fucking Jason Derulo
over here.

You're done.

After you drop the charges,
you're resigning.

Say whatever.
Make something up.

Okay, look.

I need witness protection
for my whole family

because if I'm
gonna give up Tommy,

we're all gonna be in danger.

Uh, yeah, look,

you can take your daughter,

but I mean,
there's no way

I'm putting you two
in WITSEC together.

Well, then I'm not doing it.

Oh, okay.
I'll just have the DA

refile the local murder charges
against you.

- Can he do that?
- Yes.

Yes, he can,

and she has
to give them everything.

Tasha, take the deal.

Ma, he's right.
Ma, please.

You don't have to worry
about me.

I'll be fine at school.

All right, come on,
come on, come on.

Tick, tock.
What's it gonna be?

Make the right decision.

Please.

Fine.
I'll take it.

Congratulations,
Mrs. St. Patrick.

You are officially un-fucked.

Come on, let's work out
the details right now.

Ain't no way
I'm leaving you.

We're all gonna
run together.

You know I had to be here
to escort you out, right?

I'ma miss you, buddy.

Make sure you come back
and see me, okay?

Trust me.

That's never gonna happen.

It's opening.

Shit.

You got your own
welcoming committee and shit.

Bye, Tasha.

I'll see you soon.

Congratulations,
Mrs. St. Patrick.

Your family's over here,

and you can see them
once you make

a quick statement to the press.

Did you set all this up?
I don't want a statement.

Uh-huh.
Just read what it says

- right there.
- Mm-hmm.

I'd like to thank you all
for being here,

and I appreciate
all the people who supported me

through the most difficult time
in my life.

The hardest part was not being
able to see my children.

But I'm home now,

and I cannot wait
to be reunited with them.

Thank you.

Mommy!

I'm glad
the judicial system

heard my client's case

and that justice
was served

to an African American
in this country.

Now the hunt for Tommy Egan
can begin.

I'm happy to answer any
questions.

Mr. MacLean, how are you feeling
about today's outcome?

- Mom.
- Hope you're in joy.

- Thank you.
- But we're all just witnesses.

Thank you.
Thank you for everything.

I love you.

I love you more,

my beautiful daughter.

Ma, are we really
about to run?

I'm not ratting on Tommy.

Running is the only way

that we can all stay together.

I need you to go back
to your school,

pack up all your things.

We need to be able to leave
at a moment's notice.

Ma, Monet's not gonna just
let me out like that.

Don't worry about Monet.

Okay?
Just do what I said.

You understand?

Come on.

Bray.

I need to talk to you.

That's real mature, Brayden.

You just gonna ignore me
like I'm not here?

I just wanna talk!

Why?

So you can tell your uncle
whatever I have to say?

Okay, so the way
that things started

between us was fucked up;
I admit that.

Beyond fucked up.
You lied about everything.

Just... get the fuck
away from me.

This isn't about me.

I saw Tariq in court today.

Do you even know who he is,
who his family is?

Enough with this shit already.

What if he knew more
about what happened to his dad

than what he told you?

What the fuck is that
supposed to mean?

I'm saying
he's dangerous.

Tariq doesn't care
who he hurts.

He'll say or do anything
it takes

to get whatever he wants.

What about you?

You drugged him to get
what you wanted.

It was a mistake.

I made a lot of mistakes.

So did I.

He's gonna get you hurt...

or killed.

I really loved you...

and I still do.

I guess you fucked that up,
then, huh?

- Yo.
- I been looking for you.

Where you been at,
dressed like that?

I was at court for my ma.

She just got released today,
man.

Shit is crazy.

Word.

Congrats.
That's dope.

What's up with you?
You good?

I been reaching out to Dru,
but... he ain't responding.

You been to Monet's?

Nah.
What's up?

His name came up
when the team got pulled in

about that club thing.

I've been trying to fix it,

but he probably needs a...

a heads-up in case the cops
start looking at him.

Hold the fuck on.
What... what...

What club thing
are you talking about?

Monet ain't tell you?

Some of those GTG niggas
rolled up on me

that night that dude got killed
in the pool.

Almost shot me
trying to get at Cane.

What's up?
You good?

I'm straight.

You should watch your back,
Tariq.

Monet don't tell everybody
what they need to know.

That's why I'm wrapped up
in this now.

If they know about Dru,

they might find out
about you too.

Nah, it's cool.
I...

I'll figure that out.

I wish you would've stayed
away from my auntie

like I told you.

- What's up, D?
- What's up?

Look.

Zeke doesn't know
Dru got shot.

Yeah, well, my cousin's
been asking a lot of questions,

making Monet nervous.

She don't want him caught up
in something he can't handle.

It might be too late.

Dru's name came up
while the cops

was looking into GTG.

They brought in
the whole basketball team.

Now they looking closely at him
and Zeke

after the body dropped
at campus.

Fuck.

Tariq, we don't need
that kind of heat right now,

not when Monet
just killed the connect.

I know.

I mean, maybe Ramirez can help.

Ramirez ain't been taking
her calls.

Why is that?

D, come on.
I'm a part of this.

All right?
You need to tell me

what's going on so I can help.

Cane's out of control.

Do you need me to spell it out?

Fuck.

Why the fuck would he do that?

I mean, I thought he'd chill
by now, but...

Tariq, you need to be careful.

The only person he hated
more than Ramirez is you,

and I wouldn't want anything
to happen to you.

Well, nothing's gonna happen
to me,

and I'ma make sure
nothing happens to you.

You know that now.

I got you, D.
Okay?

I got you.

Yo.

What up?

I heard the news
about your mom.

And Riley came here.

The fuck's she have to say?

Said to stay away from you,

said maybe
you weren't telling me

everything about your family,

about your dad.

Well, what do you think?

To be honest, bro, I think
she's out of her fucking mind.

I don't know, bro.
Honestly,

I don't think Riley was
that fake.

I mean,
she basically lived here.

I don't think Saxe had her
doing that shit.

She's still hooked on it, bro.

I mean, who can blame her.
Am I right?

So now that your mom's out...

what happens with the app?

I don't know.

I mean, we could keep going.

I know you don't need money
for your mom's lawyers.

We got a good thing.

I know you got a lot
to think about

with your mom being out,

and I'm not trying
to step on that,

but I'm finally good
at something, 'Riq.

This is my thing.

I feel you, Bray, but...

I mean, you're not...
not nervous

with all this heat on campus
right now?

Nah, nah, nah.
Cane dropped that body, not us.

And you said you was done
working with him, right?

Think we should just wait
until the school

gets sick and tired of the cops
being around,

and we just go back to work,
right?

I mean, no pressure,
but if you're still in,

fuck, so am I.

I mean, if I am done, then...

you could always take over
from me.

Tejada's still gonna need
someone to run the app.

Look, we'll figure this out
later, a'ight?

I gotta go talk
to my professor.

All right.
See you, bro.

- Chop it up later.
- Yeah.

Come in.

Professor, how come
there's no class today?

We're still doing
student interviews.

How's that going?
You guys know who did it?

Actually, that's what I called
you in to talk about:

the investigation.

Have a seat.

Now, I was wondering...

if you could help me out.

Right now, we're looking
at your roommate, Zeke Cross,

but we are really interested
in his cousin, Dru.

You know him?

Dru?
Nah.

I don't know him.

It's okay, Tariq.
You don't have to lie.

Just tell the truth.

I mean, I've seen him around,
yes, but...

I don't really know him.

Okay.

I know you're involved, Tariq.

I know you've been
selling drugs.

Drugs?
I don't sell drugs.

I know you get the drugs
from Dru Tejada,

just like I also know
that Dru knows

the gangbanger
who jumped Zeke Cross

and also knows who killed
that boy in the pool.

I can help you.

I don't understand
how you figure

I tie in to any of this.

All right, listen.

I'm gonna be honest with you.

You're very clever, Tariq,

and you fascinate me.

Your background,
your life circumstances

are so unique.

I'd like to use you

as basis for my next novel.

You want to write a book
about me?

With your permission, yes.

So then what does this have
to do with the investigation?

Well, if you need some help,

or if you're in
some kind of trouble,

I can get you money, Tariq.

I can help you
in exchange for your help.

I can share my advance
with you.

All right?
We can do this the right way.

Can I say no?

Listen, I know you're
a good kid

who was just dealt a bad hand,
okay?

Now, I don't know
how you got involved

with the Cross family,
but the fact is, Tariq,

the cops, they're investigating
the pool drowning.

They're getting closer
to connecting the dots.

Now, I can make sure
they don't get

the wrong idea about you.

This doesn't have
to ruin your life.

Just checking in to see how you
and Carrie's interviews are going.

Got a minute?

Just finishing up this meeting.

Tariq, this is
Detective Santana.

Nice to meet you.

Now, we can discuss
this assignment later.

Just think about what I said.

I'm not strapped.

It's okay, Owl.

She's good.

I knew you'd show up here.

Monet, I'm...

Tasha.

I don't get into business
with anybody

without knowing
who they are.

So you wanna tell me
what your business is with me?

Now that I'm out,

I'm putting my family
back together.

I need Tariq.

And?

I wanna buy Tariq out.

Now, look,
I know he owes you money,

so I'll pay that back
and whatever it costs

for him
to be straight with you,

but I need him
out the business.

This has cost my family
too much.

Can't do it anymore.

Can't live my life
looking over my shoulder.

Yo, it's not that easy.

See, I took all my product
off the street,

changed my organization,
based on your son's promises.

What about my family?

I'm supposed to tell my husband
I changed my mind

because you asked me nicely?

He'd never agree
to that shit.

I didn't ask your husband.

I asked you.

Look.

I understand.

I know where you at,
and I know what it's like

living in the shadow
of your husband.

Mine...

He made me a lot of promises,

and I believed
every single one of them.

But every choice
he asked me to make

led me to losing my daughter.

So I am asking you as a mother.

I can't lose my son too.

Look, your son's a man.

I didn't go looking for Tariq.
He found me.

Sounds like he's exactly
the man you made him to be.

And your son
went behind your back

to try to kill Tariq.

Did you mean to make him
that way?

We all make mistakes,
Monet.

I'm just trying
to correct mine.

Eh, doesn't matter.
It's too late.

It's gone too far.

Tariq said
he will always pick you,

but he belongs to me now.

This is his life.

This is who he is.

What you mean, he belong...

What the hell is that?

What the fuck is going on?

Shit.

Fuck...

♪ Ay ♪

♪ Spent two, checked up
Had my stack up ♪

♪ Mac on four shots
From my neck up ♪

♪ Welcome, welcome
To my mecca ♪

♪ Where I'm from,
the new Tribeca ♪

♪ Like, oh, man ♪

Mom, what are you doing here?

'Riq, Tommy is back.

He just tried to kill me.
He shot at me and Monet.

Wait, wait, wait.
What are you doing with Monet?

- And how did he even find you?
- He must've seen me on the news.

He probably knows
I'm trying to help the Feds

to pin it on him,
and he's gonna do

everything he can
to make sure I never do.

We gotta get Yas
and get the hell out of here.

Ma, how?
With what money?

- Where are we going?
- I don't know.

I'll figure something out.

'Riq, let's go.

Come on.
Get the rest of your stuff.

We don't have any time!

Look, I can get us
some money, all right?

I just need a little bit
of time. That's it.

Boy, are you listening

to the words that are coming
out of my mouth?

Tommy just tried to kill me.

Okay?
We are out of time.

We have no idea where
his ass might be right now.

Look, he's out with the police
in the streets right now,

all right?
There's only a few places

he could post up at.

None of that matters, 'Riq.

We need to go.

Maybe I can buy us
some time, Ma,

so we can make the move
the right way.

'Riq, Tommy is
a fucking killer.

Ma, so am I!

All right?

Haven't I always had your back
and protected you?

It's the same here.
Nothing changed.

I just need you to trust me.
Please.

Look, my number's in here.

All right?
If anything happens, use it.

Okay, 'Riq,

but promise me
you'll be careful.

I got you, Ma.

I promise everything's
gonna work out okay.

Look, I'm gonna sort this out,
and I'ma call you.

Be careful, please, Ma.

Okay.

Dru's fine.
He's gonna be okay.

But Owl's dead.

I had to hide the rest
of the product

before the cops came.

That's why I said
we couldn't kill Rico.

We need soldiers right now
to start a war.

So I'm supposed to
let him shoot Dru

- and thank him for the pleasure?
- No,

but you supposed to think

before you pull the trigger.

So now you made
the situation worse.

Look, I made sure nobody knew
we was meeting,

and I covered us.

I did what I had to do
'cause you couldn't.

Well, now you're exposed.

You need an alliance.

We need Cane back now.

No, no.
No, he's the reason

for this shit
in the first place.

He's the fucking problem.

And now he's the solution.

You wanna put down some force?

You get an enforcer.

And you go get
those corner boys he took

before some shit goes down.

Find Ramirez.

That's what the fuck I need.

Hey, this shit
about fucking needing Ramirez

better be
about the situation, Mo.

Look, I need a gun,
and I need protection.

If you ain't get yourself
caught on some bullshit,

I wouldn't need Ramirez.

So if you're not
gonna help me find him,

I'll find him myself.

I'll find Ramirez, okay?

I don't know where the fuck
he is,

but I'm sure
nothing could've happened.

There's no way.

Rico's people knew
Ramirez worked for me.

Nobody knew.
You, Mo?

You get Cane,

'cause we need his help
right now.

- Damn!
- Get the fuck out.

Now!

Where the fuck is Ramirez?

Why you ask me
about your bitch?

Maybe you should've kept
his ass on a tighter leash.

Cane, I told you
if you did something

against the family,
I would put you down myself.

I am a part of this family.

Ramirez wasn't even
fucking blood.

Wasn't?

Past tense?

Oh, fuck!

Cane!

Maybe it's my fault
you're this way.

I let Ramirez fix it
every time you fuck up.

But you a grown man now, Cane.

You can't see that you
messed up with the one person

that could've actually
helped you?

You never make
the right choices.

You don't either, Ma!

This shit with Ramirez,

with Tariq.

You can't see
all you needed was me?

Cane, after all this time,

you still caught up on Tariq?

You know, he saved
your sister's life.

I can trust him.

But I can't trust you.

Wait, Ma.

[siren wailing in distanc

50 Cent's "Ma ny Men"
plays...

♪ Many men
Wish death upon me ♪

♪ Blood in my eye dawg
And I can't see ♪

♪ I'm trying to be what
I'm destined to be ♪

♪ And niggas trying
To take my life away ♪

♪ I'm the diamond in the dirt,
That ain't been found ♪

♪ I'm the underground king
And I ain't been crowned ♪

♪ Walk the block
With the bundles ♪

♪ I've been knocked
On the humble ♪

♪ Swing the ox when I rumble ♪

♪ Show your ass
What my gun do ♪

♪ Turn your back on me ♪

♪ Get clapped
And lose your legs ♪

♪ I walk around
Gun on my waist ♪

♪ Chip on my shoulder ♪

♪ Till I bust a clip
In your face, pussy ♪

♪ This beef ain't over ♪

♪ Many men ♪

♪ Many, many, many, many men ♪

♪ Wish death 'pon me ♪

Thanks for checking up,
Uncle Tommy.

All right, Cash.

You call me
if you need anything.

I'll holler at you.

♪ Many men ♪

♪ Many, many, many, many men ♪

♪ Wish death 'pon me ♪

♪ Lord, I don't cry no more ♪

♪ Don't look to the sky
No more ♪

♪ Have mercy on me ♪

I gave Ghost my word
I wouldn't kill you,

but I swear to God,
you don't get your skinny ass

up off my ride,
I will beat your ass right now.

Heard you came for my mother.

Don't worry.
I ain't done.

She gonna catch a hot one
for sure.

Trying to pin Ghost's murder
on me

when we both know
who did that.

Listen, Uncle Tommy.
She's all I got, a'ight?

And whose fault is that?

Don't call me Uncle Tommy.

We stopped being family
when you offed your old man...

and your mom decided
to rat on me.

And the crazy part is,

when it comes to snitching,

she knows the code
of the street

better than anyone.

Listen, Ghost was about to rat
on me for killing Ray Ray.

Then he was gonna rat
on Ma for 'Keisha.

I had to stop him.
I had no choice.

LaKeisha.

That's another reason
I owe your mom a bullet.

Night, Tariq.

Tell your mother to put
her affairs in order.

Listen.

You kill my mother, that's not
gonna solve your problems.

It'll only make them worse.
I promise that.

I want all the smoke.

Even if I got a plan

that'll get us all
what we want,

no strings attached?

You sure?

You got two minutes.

Go for broke, kid.

Oh, God.

Hah, um.

Have you, uh...

Have you thought
about what's next?

'Cause I know one thing
you're good at.

You said this
would never happen again.

You were wrong.

Well, you're always your best
when you're desperate.

Your career is over.

You have
to resign tomorrow.

Oh, so this is
a pity fuck, huh?

I mean, do you get
any other kind?

- Oh, yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

Fuck.

You know we can never tell
anyone we did this, right?

'Cause I'll never be able
to show my face

at the courthouse again.

Ah, fuck.

Fuck.

- Come on. -
- Wait.

Why is Davis MacLean
texting you at this hour?

What?

Ah, you gotta be shitting me.

What?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

What are you doing?

Kate Egan's car
was just reported stolen.

Tommy's mother?

He's back.

He's fucking back,

and I am still
the U.S. attorney

for another 24 hours,
at least.

And?

What are you gonna do?

Nail his ass

and get my job back.

And then,
I'ma come back here

and nail that ass.

Ma, I made the call.

You know the plan?

This better work, 'Riq.

St. Patrick in vehicle.

Is that really necessary?

It's not like I'm gonna make
a break for it.

Eyes forward.
We don't want Egan to know

anyone else is in the car
with you if he's watching.

Copy.
We got the vehicles ready

on your signal.

What you waiting for?
Drive.

I don't have any more errands
to run.

If Tommy hasn't come
for me yet,

maybe he's just not coming.

Egan's probably watching now.

The longer you sit here,

the better the odds
he catches on to us.

As much as Davis
might tell you otherwise,

this isn't about you.

Would you rather
Egan go at you

with your kids
and mother around?

No, of course not.

Then I suggest
you start driving.

Have you thought
about what life will look like

for your daughter
in WITSEC?

Eh, Tariq can handle himself,

but your daughter Jasmine...

Yasmine, with a Y.

And I know it'll be
an adjustment for both of us.

Mm, yeah.

Some families end up having

to move every few months

'cause their kids
can't remember their covers.

You know, maybe you need
to talk to her about it now.

You got her into this.

Potential eyes on Egan.

Headed south
on Crescent Street

in a black BMW.

Ooh.
Showtime.

Okay.
What do I do?

Act normal.
Just pull out on the street.

There you go, T.

Right where I need you.

Nice and easy.

All units prepare
to move in on Egan.

We're gonna flank the target

as soon as he passes
this intersection.

Okay, once you pass
this stop sign,

speed up as fast as you can go.

Okay.

Ah, look.
Old friends.

And some new ones.

All right, bitches.
Let's see what y'all got.

I don't see anyone behind us.

Egan diverted,
but we're still on him.

Turn around.
Let's go back.

What?
Isn't that dangerous?

I don't give a shit.

Turn this damn car around
right now.

Shit.
Saxe, he wants to kill me!

Fuck.

Pull around!
He's getting away!

Oh, shit.

Fuck me.

Stay here
and don't fucking move.

Where the hell are you going?

Fuck off of me!
I need to get to Egan.

- It's too fucking dangerous.
- Oh, get off!

Fuck!

Thanks for meeting me,
Professor Reynolds.

I'm sorry.
I couldn't be seen handing

a bunch of money to a student
on campus.

That's all I could afford
to get from my accounts

on such short notice.

It's all good.

Just give me the rest
another time.

But hang...
Hang on, Tariq.

I just...
Look, I need to ask you

one thing before you go,
all right?

Can we do this another time?
I gotta meet my mom.

Just one question,
okay?

I-I-I can't figure it out.

Who killed that boy
in the pool?

- I don't know.
- Come on, Tariq.

Was it Dru Tejada?

See?

I knew you was a snitch.

That's how you knew
about Uncle Frank.

Rats recognize rats, right?

Yo, Cane, this is not
what you think, a'ight?

Shut the fuck up.

See?

I knew Monet was wrong
about you.

You ain't better than me.

Yo' ass was never here
to help us.

You been setting up my family
this whole goddamn time.

Setting your family up?

Man, that's some bullshit.
Yo, we can't do this right now.

He's bleeding out.

I don't give a fuck
about that nigga,

you, or anybody,
for that matter.

Cane, think, bro.
Think.

This is a professor
from Zeke's school, man.

They find me and him here,
dead,

Monet's automatically
gonna know it's you.

Shut the fuck up.

You really think Monet's
gonna let you walk

about blowing up Zeke
at Stansfield?

She might,

especially if I tell her
that your ass a snitch.

Maybe, or maybe you going
too far.

I mean, how many more chances
you got

after that Ramirez shit?

Wait, how the fuck
you know about that?

Connect is dead.

Monet don't got
no more corners,

thanks to you.

I mean, I'm the only lifeline
she got.

Without me, the Tejada business
is done,

and I know you don't want that.

Look, I can make
this Ramirez shit go away

and the rest of the bullshit.

You talking like you Jesus
or somebody.

Well, that's the gun
that you used to kill Ramirez?

- Let me see it.
- Right.

So you can pop me?

You really think
I'm that stupid?

Listen, I told Monet
I wasn't gonna go after you

or any Tejada.

Now, you can shoot me
with your other gun

if I don't do what I say
I'ma do right now,

but we gotta do something
about this nigga.

He knows too much
about us, a'ight?

We gotta get this shit
over with.

Tariq, what the hell
you doing, man?

Look, we use Ramirez's gun,
we tie up all the loose ends.

A'ight?
He's a dirty cop, man.

His fingerprints
is all over the bullets.

We use that,
we dead this nigga,

we get the fuck out of here,

and nobody will even know
you was here.

Won't even blow back on Zeke.

Look, you wanna be on the run
for the rest of your life,

or you wanna get back in
with your family?

I mean, the choice is yours,
but I can help.

Ramirez's body
is completely gone, right?

Yeah, man.
That shit like R. Kelly.

He ain't never coming back.

A'ight.
Go somewhere

where a lot of people
is gonna see you.

About to handle this shit.

That's very clever, Tariq.
Very smart.

Please.
I'm losing a lot of blood.

Please, call 911.
Please.

I can't do that.

Can't let you write that book.

Okay, fine, Tariq.
La...

Whatever you want, ha...
Whatever you...

I won't write the book, okay?
Just...

Just please call 911.
Please.

Why the fuck
you make me do this?

Why you have to follow me?

Why'd you have to ask me
all those questions, man?

It didn't have to be like this.

Look, you're not...
You're not a killer, Tariq.

You're not a killer, okay?

You're just a b...
You're just a good kid

caught in a bad spot,
all right?

You're wrong.

You don't know me.

You never did.

You would've realized
that I am the bad spot.

I killed my own father
to protect my mother.

I killed my best friend

to protect my family.

And you think I won't do
whatever it takes to survive?

I always do what I gotta do.

It always comes down to me,

my family, and a gun.

Wait, please,
please...

Please, Tariq,
you don't have to do this.

Please, please...

I don't have a choice,
Professor.

Ding, ding.

It's time for round two.

All that trouble just to have
Tommy Egan

burn to a crisp.

Well, not all of us can be

as lucky as you, Davis.

This is true.

I thought this would end
many ways,

but not like this.

So what are you gonna do now

that your illustrious career
as U.S. attorney is over?

Why do you care?

You need a job,
motherfucker.

A second act.

Well, if you must know,

my little fucking brother
has a spot

all picked out for me
at his hedge fund,

a rubber room
with a Nerf basketball hoop.

Nerf basketball.
Wow.

I mean, if that's
all that's waiting for you,

maybe there's another option.

Hmm?

Why don't you come work
for me?

Wait, so is this a joke?

Look, you know all the tricks
of this office.

You can beat them
any day of the week in court

and make more money

than you've ever seen before
while doing it.

Yeah.

Make sure you take everything
you wanna bring with you.

You mean steal
government files?

Everything!

- Yo.
- 'Riq.

The boys buy our little plan?

I'd hate to have pulled out
my back molars for nothing.

Yeah, they bought it.

As far as the Feds
are concerned,

Tommy Egan
has been incinerated,

so you in the clear,
just like we planned.

As long as you
don't get spotted

in the city,
you should be fine.

Yeah, getting off
of 95 right now.

About to hit the turnpike.

Y'all still planning to run?

Yeah, Uncle Tommy.

We out. A'ight?
Ma's going.

You don't gotta worry
about her no more.

She's not gonna testify
against you.

Then I guess this is goodbye.

Mm-hmm.
I guess so.

Yeah, I need your help now.

And you know Mommy's
gonna miss you.

It might be a while
before I can come see you

in person, baby girl,

but I figure
you're with your dad,

so I know you'll be okay.

I love you.

'Riq.
What took you so long?

I'm sorry, Ma.
I got held up.

Well, did you get the money?

Ma, where's Yas?

I...

I had to leave her
with Big Mama.

What?
What?

Yasmine is not like us, 'Riq.

She still has a chance.

Okay?

There's still hope for her.

Ma, I don't know
about leaving Yasmine.

Well, I do!
I'm her mother.

Trust me.

Now, where's the money?
We gotta go get the rental.

Come on.

'Riq?

Mom, I had to do this, okay?
I'm sorry.

Sorry for what?

I just want you to be safe.

'Riq, what did you do?

- What did you do?
- Ma... Ma, I'm sorry, Ma.

Mrs. St. Patrick,
we just got a tip

about another threat
on your life.

We're moving you out now.

- What?
- I'm sorry, Ma.

I did what I thought
was best, Ma.

- I'm sorry.
- 'Riq...

Mrs. St. Patrick,
we gotta go now.

Please, please,
I need a minute.

I need a minute
to talk to my son.

- 'Riq...
- Ma, this is what I thought

was best for you, okay?

I'll be fine out here.

You don't have to worry
about me.

I just want you to be safe.

I can't leave you.

I'll be fine, Ma.

I'll be fine.

Listen, I'll be good.

I need you to be safe, Ma.

I'm sorry.

I guess...

I guess I gotta accept
this is the man

you were meant to be.

Come here.

Monet said
you would always pick me.

I always will.

I always will.

Mrs. St. Patrick, we gotta go.

It's time.

I love you.

Love you, too, Ma.

I can't leave you.

No, Tariq, no!

I should've known you'd pull
some slick shit like this.

I should've popped Tasha
when I had the chance.

Uncle Tommy...
I knew I couldn't trust you.

You never let go of grudges.

You're damn right.

Your mother is dead.

On everything,
I'ma see her ass.

Who the fuck's riding with you

that got the balls
to pull a strap on me?

Don't need no balls, bitch,

just a piece of steel
and the upper hand.

I hear you that punk-ass nigga
that shot up my bar last night.

No offense,
but that's what you get

for hanging with a fucking rat.

Like I give a fuck.
You merked my mans.

I should smoke your ass
on that alone.

Don't shoot him.
Don't shoot him.

Oh, do what you gotta do,

because Tariq,

if you let me go,
I'ma go after Tasha.

I ain't never gonna stop.

I know.

That's why I made sure
she's far enough

somewhere
you can't track her down.

I don't want you dead,
Uncle Tommy, okay?

Chip off the old block, huh?

If I was you, I'd be careful
with this one.

He the only reason why yo' ass

ain't being buried tonight.

Fine, run me my piece

so I can bounce, Tariq.

Guess not.

Uncle T, he wasn't wrong.

He did what he had to do,

even if people hated him
for it.

You see this bullshit
right here?

This shit exactly like him,
just like Ghost.

Well, if I ever see you again,
maybe by then,

I'll be worthy of his name,
right?

We ain't never gonna see
each other again.

We good, right?

So you really did kill
your father.

He might not be here
no more, but...

ghosts never die.

Let's go.

The family's waiting.

♪ All lies, all lies ♪
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♪ Oh, Lord, oh, why? ♪

♪ Hands in the air
Both high ♪

♪ Still they wanna
take my life ♪

♪ All lies, all lies ♪

♪ Oh, Lord, oh, why? ♪

♪ Hands in the air
Both high ♪

♪ Tell me why you wanna
Take my life ♪

♪ Emmett Till
Damn, it's real ♪

♪ And it's still
In my mind ♪

♪ Playing like this all day ♪

♪ Trevon, Dontre ♪

♪ This goes out to Huey P ♪

♪ Eric G, Freddie Gray ♪

♪ Imagine holding
Your son's casket ♪

♪ That's a heavy weight ♪

♪ Police say stick 'em ♪

♪ The canines sic 'em ♪

♪ The president
Is sick, dumb ♪

♪ Everybody's a victim ♪

♪ Cell phones and cameras ♪

♪ Cops, they can't stand us ♪

♪ Fuck the news
The new media's bystanders ♪

♪ All lies, all lies ♪

♪ Oh, Lord, oh, why? ♪

♪ Hands in the air
Both high ♪

♪ Still they wanna
take my life ♪

♪ All lies, all lies ♪

♪ Oh, Lord, oh, why? ♪

♪ Hands in the air
Both high ♪

♪ Tell me why you wanna
Take my life ♪