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Previously, on "Power"...

You feel guilty for what happened to me, Jamie.

We gotta get rid of this thing.

No, I need it for insurance.

There's a recording on there

that could put James and Tommy away for life.

I've already told you guys everything I know about Joey.

The thing is, I need to get a bug in his house,

maybe in your daughter's backpack.

I won't let you take my little girl away from me.

- This is it? - Yo, relax.

I'll have some more pills this week.

You don't need to do this, 'Riq...

get caught up in this drug life.

That was the last of it. I won't do it anymore.

Overestimating yourself is gonna get you into trouble

that your wits can't fix.

I feel so alone.

You're not alone. I'm here.

You still got that inside man on retainer?

What's his name again? Charlie?

James St. Patrick is bullshit.

He was a corner boy back in the day,

and nothing's changed.

He just got a whole building for it now.

You sure I can't provide something in exchange

for your cooperation?

Actually, I need to start a new business.

The last one didn't cook.

Shame about her.

Tommy ever tell you what happened?

Not bad. Not bad at all, James.

What's Saxe got on you that makes you want

to risk your whole life to help him take me down?

He has my daughter.

Give me something I can use

to prosecute St. Patrick

for Angela Valdes' murder.

He mentioned some shit

about getting a witness to leave town.

Maria Suarez, I know you agreed

to testify against me.

St. Patrick gave her money?

Why didn't he kill her?

I'm gonna be the man

that you wanted me to be.

The witness against me... I didn't kill her.

You will.

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Homie, 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 hoes ♪

♪ 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 an 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 reson 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 ♪ *POWER*

♪ I just happen to come up hard ♪ *POWER*

♪ Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it ♪

*POWER* Season 06 Episode 05

*POWER* Episode Title: "King's Gambit"

Sync corrections by srjanapala

I can see your moves coming.

That's bullshit.

You opened with the King's Gambit again.

So? That's my move.

It's a bad move.

Grand masters don't even use it.

You attack in the middle like LeBron,

but you don't got the skills to back it, my son,

and that is why I beat you.

I beat you sometimes.

Yeah, you wish.

Shit. Checkmate in three.

No.

Two.

You never even saw me coming.

While I'm busy sacrificing my pawns, you busy protecting yours.

Playing defense makes you weak.

Whatever.

You need to get that?

Yeah.

Guess I'll come back later

for a rematch

and the re-up you promised me.

Sure.

All right.

Uh, you two have a seat.

First of all, thanks for coming on short notice.

I wanted to, uh, tell you both in person

that unfortunately, I'll be stepping back

from Rashad's campaign.

I understand.

Tate for Governor

thanks you for your service.

Uh, wait, James.

Why now?

The heckler at the press conference

who knew me as a corner boy,

you know, he reminded me that...

I can't shake my past, no matter how hard I try,

and I think it's just starting to sink in.

A wise assessment.

Uh, no, James.

You're wrong.

The DNC sent me because Tate's polling started to go up.

The uptick happened after that press conference

because of your involvement.

Hang on a second. Let's not get ahead of ourselves here.

We don't know for a fact that that's why the numbers went up,

and, James, you stepping back

allows you to focus on the QCP.

Finish it for Raina.

And you will finish it faster

if we spotlight it in the campaign.

Tate's most dangerous opponent, Lorette Walsh, is doing

a roundtable this afternoon with Garrett Clawson.

The Garrett Clawson? When were you gonna tell me this?

I'm telling you now.

Garrett wants the candidates to bring an activist,

someone who embodies their message.

Do you have anyone more effective on deck?

- Uh, Ramona... - I'll do it on my own.

After all, I am the candidate.

I'm gonna advise against that.

Beyond the optics,

Lorette and Garrett are friendly.

They'll use James' absence

to their advantage.

Uh, look, James,

would you please reconsider?

I agree with Rashad.

I mean, after all, he's the candidate.

It's his call.

My dear brother,

I appreciate you.

We all know it's my call.

James, you can't change your past...

You are right about that...

But you can dictate your future.

If you wanna show the world

you're not the man in the orange jumpsuit,

then you should tell them yourself.

St. Patrick wasn't the shooter?

Not according to the autopsy report.

The angle of the bullet wound shows that Angela was shot from above

and matches the blood pattern on St. Patrick's shirt.

No gunshot residue on his clothing either.

So he had help. He lured Angela there.

Someone else takes the shot.

If St. Patrick knew the shooter,

why call 911 and not get rid of the body?

It's the perfect cover-up.

Or he's telling the truth.

Yeah, but St. Patrick murders people,

then covers his tracks.

That's his MO.

I'm pretty sure "because I said so"

doesn't work in court.

Your proof?

Every CI,

every person in this office who's died

had one person in common: James St. Patrick.

Two people in common.

There's also you, Saxe.

Wow. You think I killed Angela?

No.

But I think it's possible he didn't.

Stand here.

That's nice, uh... nice perfume.

What-what is that?

Her entry wound is here.

Her blood sprayed here.

She was facing St. Patrick.

She saw the shooter. He didn't.

She gets hit, she falls, he turns around fast enough,

he sees them.

He knows the shooter, Blanca. He hired them.

Or it's just a matter of time until he gets his revenge.

Yeah, I switched out the car.

This the one, T.

You ever open the glove compartment on the other one?

It had a weird smell.

All right, well, buyer's remorse.

I get it.

Honestly, I'm... starting to think

this day care was a mistake too.

I mean, the start-up cost, the overhead...

and it's gonna take a while before it brings in a profit.

I need money, like, today.

I got you.

- Word? - Yeah, I'll just tell

'Keisha what's going on. She'll understand.

I was hoping you'd say that, Tommy, for real.

Plus, we could actually clean more money at the day care

than we ever did with the wash and fold.

Whoa, no, I ain't cleaning money there.

What you mean? You just said you would help.

Yeah, by giving you money.

Tommy, that's not a forever solution.

Weren't you just saying you were looking for a spot?

Yeah, I was, till I told 'Keisha,

and she offered her shop

'cause she in the game now.

You taught her, Tasha.

Mm-hmm, yeah, I know.

She just don't want me doing it.

That's why she said yes.

And you better be careful. If she makes a mistake,

she could take us all down.

Sure she can handle it?

Yeah, she gonna be just fine.

Plus, I need your help for something else.

You still on the list to go upstairs at the penthouse?

Why, Tommy?

Why you think?

No, Tommy.

Trying to get Ghost at the penthouse

is too risky.

You sure got that day care up and running fast, Tasha.

Ghost bankrolling you?

Would I have money problems if he were?

Just trust me, Tommy.

Now's not the time to kill Ghost.

Nice suit, Coleman.

Now that St. Patrick has you working in the club again,

I... assume you found

the evidence I need to implicate him

- in Valdes' murder, right? - I'm not finding shit

if I gotta see you

like my goddamn parole officer, man.

I don't have anything yet.

Yeah, that's the wrong answer.

See that?

That's some fucked-up slave owner shit you're doing right now, man.

Whoa, Andre.

That hurts my feelings.

This has nothing to do with race.

Give me my fucking daughter.

No problem, but first,

tell me how St. Patrick found Maria Suarez.

You don't get Heaven, maybe ever,

unless you give me something.

All right.

Jason Micic.

Doesn't help you with Angela.

He's Tommy's drug supplier.

I saw him talking to Ghost the other day at Truth.

Why would those two be meeting?

I don't fucking know, man. I'm here talking to you.

Dig deeper.

Sorry, sir. I was, uh, across town.

Why did Maria Suarez call me to change her story?

I... don't know.

Overtime requests

from the dozen FBI agents

you had heading to her apartment the other night.

They were on their way to stop James St. Patrick

from murdering our witness,

but you told them to stand down.

You thought I wouldn't find out?

You didn't say a word to me, Saxe,

not a word.

Did he tell you about this?

Definitely not, sir.

What the hell is going on?

Tell her, Saxe.

Tell us both.

Saxe had the bright idea to set a trap

for James St. Patrick,

to let him know about Maria Suarez

so he could catch him red-handed

attempting to silence her,

except St. Patrick never showed up.

Isn't that right, Saxe?

No, sir, it's actually not.

St. Patrick did go to see Maria,

but he offered her money not to testify instead.

Did she, uh, tell you that?

No. And how do you know that?

I, um...

Have a CI undercover with St. Patrick,

uh, Andre Coleman, who was with St. Patrick

when he saw Maria.

You turned Coleman?

Once Angela was dead and Alicia Jimenez, too,

I thought I could use Coleman for information.

You told Coleman where Maria Suarez was hiding?

No, no, sir. I-I don't know how he got that information

or if he was even the source.

I don't know how St. Patrick knew where to go.

Coleman called me

and said St. Patrick was heading over there,

but he offered her a bribe, not a bullet.

According to Coleman, she took it.

So she's blown as a witness, no matter what story she tells.

But it proves St. Patrick took her seriously.

It proves her information is good.

Or was...

before she withheld the bribe from me

and offered to change her story.

You can't prove St. Patrick was there

without her admitting the bribe.

Or burning Coleman, and there's no way

to connect Proctor to this whole mess.

Oh, I can still turn Proctor.

He's in a custody battle with his ex, Lindsay,

and I have her.

Had.

She died last night of a drug overdose.

Proctor himself called it in.

You have just fucked this up

every which way possible, haven't you, Saxe?

Wait, Proctor called in his ex-wife's overdose?

- Why was he there? - I'm about to go find out...

before we lose our leverage against him completely.

Can I, uh, tag along, sir, just-just to see what he says?

I promise I won't interfere.

Fine.

It's okay, baby. Your mommy'll be here soon, I hope.

Oh, my God, sis,

I don't know why I take the train.

Come here, baby.

Epiphany, we closed two hours ago.

You know that's $100 in late fees.

$100? Shit, I ain't got that.

And that's my problem how?

Sis, I'ma be real with you.

I don't depend on nobody for nothing, not after my ex.

Niggas wanna act like they do all the work

when I'm the one hustling with a thong up my ass,

talking about "he promoting."

Nigga, please. You work at Kinko's.

Okay, I still can't change the rules for you.

Listen, I don't know about your nigga,

but my nigga got me blackballed from all the good clubs

'cause I put him on blast for unpaid child support,

and besides, the money I made last night I need for rent,

and so if you let me pay you double tomorrow,

can you let us slide tonight?

A'ight, double tomorrow,

and you better keep your word to me.

I got one of those at home too.

Okay, thank you, sis.

I'll be thinking about you while I'm popping it tonight.

Okay, actually, please don't do that.

Oh, God, she crazy.

Yo!

This your spot?

Along with those cameras up there.

Oh, shit.

I ain't even trying to mess with you.

My name's Zigg.

It looks like you opened up a community center

without consulting the community.

Councilman Tate gave me this spot.

That cornball motherfucker ain't the community,

and he ain't keeping your customers safe.

But I can... for a band a week.

I'll take my chances with the cameras.

It's nonnegotiable.

I'll be back tomorrow to collect.

Cash.

And if you don't got it...

it'd be a shame to see this place go up in flames.

I gotta take care of my baby girl, man,

so please, just get me in

with whatever you got going on with Jason.

I ain't working with Jason Micic.

He's looking for a new distro.

His present one isn't cutting it.

You mean Tommy?

Listen, I don't know if it's Tommy

because I'm not talking to Tommy no more,

but you and I both know, Dre,

if it is Tommy, he's fucking it up.

Facts.

So unfortunately for Jason, I'm out,

which is exactly what I told him

when he offered me the job.

Hold up.

Jason, the cold-blooded Serbian motherfucker,

was cool with you saying no?

Yeah, he was cool with it if I found him a replacement.

I'll do it.

How you gonna do it, Dre, huh?

What the fuck you mean, how would I do it?

You're working with the Feds, right?

So if Saxe finds out that you're working with Jason,

we all get arrested.

If Jason finds out that you're working with Saxe,

he kills us both.

I get it. I know. I know.

Looks like Saxe tripped you up again.

Lindsay's last "fuck you" was keeping me as executor of her estate.

She was too high to change it.

Sorry it took so long.

Don't mention it.

About what happened to Lindsay...

Benny, I need to tell you something.

Ben, it's the Feds!

Go upstairs. Keep Elisa Marie out of sight.

My secretary probably told you assholes

I'm on family bereavement.

For your ex-wife.

What a guy.

The locals said that you called in Lindsay's overdose.

What happened with that?

Yeah, my, uh... my daughter called me.

It was too late.

Junkies die.

So can you guys please leave?

Our witness against St. Patrick

called this morning.

I suppose the idea of facing her tormentor

improved her memory.

She recalls more from her encounter with your client.

She saw his face.

She'll ID him in court.

How'd you guys convince her to lie?

Right.

Gee, I gotta take a leak. It's a long drive from Brooklyn.

You-you mind, Warner?

I don't mind if you do it on the floor.

I mind.

Oh, so you guys aren't gonna leave if I try to stop him?

Okay, bathroom's down the hall.

Be quick.

You rent or own here?

I own.

Big place.

Hey, don't get lost back there!

♪ Boy, I got a lot of problems with you ♪

♪ I am about to get you a hospital bed ♪

♪ And then I will stitch you, get you ♪

♪ A tissue, fix you a cup of coffee ♪

♪ Then hit you, bitch, you ♪

♪ Better bounce, I'm 'bout to do jujitsu ♪

♪ Rip you into pieces of nothing ♪

♪ Pieces of fucking pizza, teach ya ♪

♪ That I'm taking the whole pie ♪

♪ I'm an animal, not your average lion ♪

♪ Tiger, bear, oh, my ♪

♪ Intentions are much worse ♪

♪ With obsession for bloodthirst, you see ♪

♪ Bang to the sound of this ♪

♪ Do it or just lay with a pile of bricks ♪

♪ I gotta say hey, what you gonna say ♪

♪ I can do this every day ♪

♪ I gotta say hey, what you gonna say ♪

♪ I can do this every day, so get out my way ♪

♪ Give me the rock, I got a lot of the guap ♪

♪ I kid you not, a lot is I talk my way to the top ♪

♪ Oh, wait, okay, now give me some space ♪

♪ Get out of my way, I eat up ♪

♪ And now I'm 'bout to erupt ♪

♪ Let's see what I gotta say ♪

♪ Shot to the brain ♪

♪ Caught to the rock of the name ♪

♪ There ain't no stopping the pain ♪

James.

What the hell happened with Maria Suarez?

Not right now, Proctor, okay?

Right now!

I went to see her.

Thought she deserved a second chance.

I gave her some money so she could start a new life.

You tried to pay her off?

Well, it didn't work.

Warner and Saxe told me

that she's changing her testimony.

She's gonna ID you in court.

So that's her choice.

Why?

- Why what? - Why?

Why let her go, then and now? I don't get it.

Tommy roped her into our business. He didn't have to.

She was innocent then, Joe, and she still is.

Not anymore.

She took your money.

See, not only is she testifying,

but she's lying about it to put you away.

If you do not kill Maria...

Everything you've done will go public.

Everything.

It's you... or Maria.

Who's it gonna be?

You can see yourself out, Joe.

Wow.

I like you, kid,

but I'm going through a lot of trouble

helping you out,

so a word of advice:

don't fuck me.

I'm a man of my word.

A man of your word indeed.

Good doing business with you.

Fuck. Tommy.

Thanks for coming.

You're welcome.

You know, when I asked you about Alicia Jimenez,

you forgot to tell me that Ghost was after her too.

I-I didn't tell Ghost you were grabbing Alicia either.

I could've warned him, told him you were gonna be there.

I've been 100 with both of you, Tommy,

so come on!

Okay.

So what do you want?

Feds have a witness against you:

Maria Suarez.

You and Ghost had a run-in with her and her fiancé, Miguel.

- Ghost let her go. - Yeah, I remember.

She knows her fiancé's dead,

and she wants you and Ghost to pay for it.

Ghost said he was gonna handle it,

but he gave her money instead.

Fucking Ghost.

If he would've just let me put a bullet in her head,

we wouldn't be in this mess right now.

The fuck's this got to do with you?

What are you telling me for?

If Maria testifies against both of you,

I'm next on the prosecution's dance card.

We are all connected,

and we all have a lot to lose if Maria's alive.

Damn, Proctor.

When'd you flip over to our side?

Where could I find her?

I can't believe this.

I mean, do you know how much money I've spent here?

All of these items, they still have tags on them, so...

If you need cash, miss, there's an ATM a block down.

- You don't understand... - Tasha.

I thought that was you.

Excuse me.

- Hey, 'Keisha. - Hey.

Wow, uh,

looks like the shop is doing really well.

Yeah, better than ever.

You know, once I got rid

of that negative energy,

everything seemed to kind of fall into place.

Uh-huh.

What you doing here?

Looks like you need help.

Oh, no, I'm good, girl.

I'm just shopping too.

Mm-hmm.

How's Tommy? Haven't seen him in a while.

Tommy's good.

He's doing really good.

You know Tommy's mom?

Of course I do.

What, did you meet Kate?

Let me guess. She showed up unannounced.

Yeah, said her house was getting fumigated,

gave me a hard time about everything,

talked about his old girlfriends.

Mm.

And she made a weird comment about Holly.

She was probably high as a kite.

You can't pay attention to anything that woman says.

What happened to Holly, Tasha?

I know you know something.

Look, Holly...

She just got in over her head, okay?

Be careful with Tommy, 'Keisha.

My advice:

don't get in over your head like Holly did.

I ain't gonna make the same mistakes Red made,

point-blank, period.

I got Tommy on lock.

Mm-hmm. Okay.

And I see you haven't changed.

Bye, Tasha.

Guess me and Tommy won't be seeing you anytime soon.

'Keisha!

I'm scared, Joey.

Why'd you do it, Joey?

The f...

An illegal wiretap?

Oh, you've gone too far, Saxe.

I'm gonna sue the fucking shit out of you.

Wait.

I won't let you take my little girl away from me.

Whew.

Take me to court so your daughter can hear you

let her mother die after she called you for help?

You have no proof I did anything.

Either way, Child Services will take Elisa Marie,

and she'll know what you did.

You think she'll ever forgive you?

Or...

you help me,

and I delete this recording.

All evidence... gone forever.

And you let me skate completely?

Yep. You just gotta answer one question.

Who killed Angela, Joe?

Benny. Benny.

Hey.

I'm-I'm fucked.

Okay, I fucked up, Benny.

I'm-I'm completely and utterly fucked.

Hey, calm down, all right? Use more fucking words.

Lindsay. I did it.

You hired someone? Why didn't you come to me?

No, no, no, no, not like that.

I set her up.

I told her I met someone.

I let her think that she failed the bar exam.

I knew she'd use.

I thought she'd go quick. She didn't.

She asked me for help, and I let her die.

You're a good judge of character.

Hey, I know a guy in Long Island.

He can make us some fake IDs.

We take Elisa Marie some place very nice

and we wait till this whole thing blows over.

It's too late for that.

The Fed, Saxe...

I don't know how, but he put a bug on me

o-or on Lindsay.

That motherfucker bugged us.

Now he has a recording

of me letting Lindsay fucking die.

And he didn't arrest you?

He wants me to tell him who killed AUSA Valdes.

He thinks it was James... Ghost.

It wasn't.

Tommy Egan pulled the trigger.

Okay, the laptop

with the recording.

Uh, the homeland guy, fucking Barnum.

Markham. Bailey Markham.

Right, your insurance policy.

I got rid of the laptop.

Why the fuck would you do that?

Because I had to.

It was the only thing that connected me

to Bailey Markham's murder.

How else would I have it?

Plus, there was a recording on there

that implicates James,

and even though he's innocent,

Saxe wants him anyway.

Well, better him than you being a snitch.

If I don't tell Saxe what he wants to know...

Elisa Marie's gonna find out what I did.

Benny, she can't.

All right, maybe I get rid of Ghost and Tommy.

The Feds don't need you if they're gone, right?

And they send you away for life?

No. I'll handle it.

And I won't rat.

I promise you.

Another insurance policy.

Hey, it's been with me since I been inside.

The trigger don't stick.

Hey.

I'm not signing that.

But this is what flipping looks like.

I am not a criminal informant,

and I don't want any paper that says that I am.

You get an indictment. I testify.

That's it.

Works for me. Now spill it.

Who killed Angela Valdes?

You know this makes me a fucking rat, right? Lower than low.

You killed the mother of your child.

I feel like this is a step up.

Oh, you're fucked up. You're enjoying this, huh?

Maybe.

Talk, Proctor.

Look, it's St. Patrick or your daughter.

Tommy Egan killed Angela.

Told me himself.

Tommy was the shooter and colluded with St. Patrick.

You're not listening.

James is 100% innocent.

I need you to testify against James.

If you think you can help your client weasel out of this...

That's the truth.

Tommy did it, and that's what I'll say on the stand,

because I'm not gonna perjure myself

to fit whatever you think happened.

Then I can't use you.

That's your call,

but our deal stands.

Fine.

If you and your daughter want WITSEC,

I can jerry-rig you into another case.

With your track record?

No, I'll take my chances on my own.

Probably pretty smart.

Tariq St. Patrick.

You should be in class.

We've been looking all over for you, son.

M-Ma? Dean Orson, what's the problem?

What's going on?

Dean Orson says you're in some kind of trouble.

What's he talking about, Tariq?

We received an anonymous tip

that you've been using the old A/V room.

What, is that against the rules?

No. We found this.

The pharmacist told us that a student had been buying a lot of...

Baby aspirin. That's all it is. It's baby aspirin.

The kids you're selling to on campus,

in violation of our code of conduct,

do they think they're buying baby aspirin?

No, sir.

Right.

Dean Orson,

is there something that maybe you can do?

Tariq's been through a lot.

Please, can you give him a second chance?

Ms. Green, Choate was his second chance.

He's expelled,

effective immediately.

While we finish our investigation,

we will release him into your custody.

Take only what you need.

We'll ship the rest.

- Ma, I w... - I don't want to hear it.

Get your stuff.

And what happened to your face?

Now, Tariq.

Come on, let's go.

- Hey. - Hey.

What's up, Joe?

James, I don't know if you, uh,

remember my daughter, Elisa Marie.

Of course I remember Elisa Marie. Hi.

Honey, you know what? Why don't you go

check out the view? It's really cool.

- Okay. - All right?

So what's up?

I need a favor, buddy.

An ex-client of mine,

Igor Ungar...

Rotten guy, sex trafficker, just...

Anyway, I'm testifying in a case against him,

and he knows where I live,

so I could really use a safe place to stay

while I wait to testify.

Proctor, come on, man.

I'm not really running a safe house here.

Lindsay died yesterday.

I didn't know. I'm sorry.

She overdosed... With my kid in the apartment.

If I don't testify, they're gonna take her away from me.

I can't lose her too.

Can you just please help me protect my daughter?

Absolutely.

You got it.

You can take my office.

Your daughter can take Raina's room.

Thank you so much.

Elisa Marie,

come on, hon.

Uh, Elisa Marie, um...

second thought, your-your father

will show you the way to Raina's room.

Okay.

- Uh, last room on the right. - Got it.

- Say thank you. - Thank you.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Tasha, I told you not to come here.

How'd you even get upstairs?

Your son is still on the list.

Come on, Tariq. Tell your father why we're here.

I don't know. Why are we here, Ma?

Because we're your parents,

and just because we're separated, 'Riq,

doesn't mean we're not raising you together.

Tell your father why you got expelled.

Expelled?

What the fuck did you do to get expelled?

Oh, now he can't speak.

He was selling drugs, Ghost.

After everything that we've done to protect you!

Son, how'd you even get drugs?

Kanan gave it to him,

just like the money he tried to give me.

Kanan also accepted me for who I am.

Can you believe this shit?

Okay, this stops right here. Son, listen to me.

Kanan was filling your head with this idea

that you were like him!

Dad, I'm just like you.

How could you expect me to be any different?

I sold drugs because I had to, okay?

I'm not that person anymore.

You're just doing this bullshit to get back at me.

Your mother and I are telling you

that you're gonna ruin your life!

Selling drugs didn't ruin your life, Ghost.

Look around.

Selling drugs got you this nice place.

Also got you this nice little outfit you got on too.

- Let me tell you something... - Get the fuck off me!

Tariq! Go to your room right now.

Let him go, okay?

Just let him go.

Tasha, did you know that he was dealing?

Of course I didn't know.

It's your fault.

You put him on this path when you used him to get Kanan.

- You know that. - I put him on this path?

We made him together.

He is our son.

He's not under the influence of me

or Kanan or anyone else.

You need to accept it.

This is Tariq.

I'm sorry to interrupt, guys.

I-I forgot my bag.

No problem, Proctor.

I was just leaving...

since I'm not allowed up here anyway.

What's going on? Why can't we stay with Uncle Benny?

- Elisa Marie, please... - No, Daddy,

you're keeping secrets from me.

I don't want anything to happen to you like Mommy.

I promise you,

nothing like that is gonna happen, okay?

The most important thing to me is keeping you safe.

That's why we're here.

Plus...

I got you something.

Whoa.

- I got you a little something. - Hey.

Whoa.

Wanna see the coolest part?

There's a secret inside.

What's on it?

That is something

Daddy thought he would need one day,

- like an insurance policy. - Mm.

That's one of Daddy's secrets.

Can I see it?

No, no, don't touch it.

Don't touch it.

Just... while I'm protecting you

and keeping you safe,

you keep Daddy's secret safe, okay?

- Okay, Daddy. - All right.

All right.

Thanks for not telling 'Keisha that I went to see you.

She asked me about Holly, Tommy.

That was fucking Kate.

It don't-don't mean nothing. It's gonna blow over.

What'd you tell her?

Nothing.

Thank you.

How's Tariq?

He just got expelled from school.

- For what? - Selling drugs.

Did you know he was selling, Tommy?

And on top of that, I took him to the penthouse,

and Ghost had the nerve to tell me

I had no right to be there in his home.

I mean, I can't be there but Proctor can move in?

- Proctor was there? - Yeah, with a suitcase.

I made that place our home

for our kids.

I just miss Raina so much.

I miss my old life.

Tommy...

I know that I said that I didn't need any money,

but I gotta pay someone,

- and I really need to... - No, Tash.

I can't help you no more.

Tommy, what you mean...

'Keisha was mad heated

when she ran into you.

I need her on my side,

and if I help you, she ain't gonna be.

Well, you ain't gotta tell her.

Well, I ain't gotta lie to 'Keisha.

Damn, Tommy. The pussy that good?

Fine, you and 'Keisha...

If you want to ride off

into the sunset with her, be my guest,

but just remember, you felt the same way about Holly.

You know what, Tash?

I got some shit I gotta do.

You gotta go.

Go?

Now.

Fine.

Zigg, I don't have your money.

That's a problem.

Or it could be your biggest goddamn solution.

I asked around about you. I know you move weight.

So instead of paying me, you calling the cops?

Nah, this a business meeting.

Look, I know you want your money,

and I can get it to you

if you let me help you.

You, sling product?

Trust me, baby. You don't know me.

A'ight.

You move this, then we gonna talk.

Mr. Warner said I shouldn't change my statement.

No, not over the phone.

We should do it in person.

You mind?

I was at home with Miguel

when these men started banging on the door.

Yeah, before we do the whole statement,

I'm curious.

What is it you wanna change?

I thought I didn't see the men who kidnapped me,

but I did.

My blindfold slipped and I saw them.

I forgot.

Well, that seems like an important detail.

Why didn't you tell me that before?

I was scared, but now I remember.

You sure that's why?

Yeah, Ms. Suarez, in the courtroom,

you're gonna be under a microscope.

The defense, the judge, the jury...

Everybody watching you,

asking themselves, "Is she lying?"

He's the liar.

Ghost told me to pretend like Miguel ran off.

He killed him!

And he'll pay, I promise.

I have another witness,

Ghost and Tommy's lawyer,

Joe Proctor.

- Let him take the heat. - Fucking Proctor.

No, I need to be the one.

I need to be the one to put Miguel's killers in jail.

Okay, okay.

You know what? It's-it's late.

We can do this another time.

You should get some rest.

I'll be in touch.

That's a lot of money, Maria.

No, no, wait, I...

Remember me? Your blindfold slipped, right?

I will...

So... Rashad sent me as an emissary

to lighten the blow.

Did he?

Look, the truth is, he needs you.

He's not gonna say that to your face, of course.

Of course not, but he will gladly use my club

for his upcoming fund-raiser, right?

In fact, he wanted me to remind you

it's on the agenda.

Ah! What a guy.

What do you get, Ramona, if he wins?

I mean, it's clear

that you are not that fond of the guy...

Hell, I'm not either...

But you're willing to get him to Albany.

What's your agenda?

Did you know that when my ex-husband's scandal hit,

the DNC wanted me to resign?

It wasn't your fault.

I'm tainted by association.

People read the story, assume they know me,

like I thought I knew you.

And you aren't the first.

So does the story fit the man?

I think the man is better.

Hmm!

Look, I'm not gonna let someone's story about me

define me,

so instead of resigning,

I took the assignment with Tate.

My second chance is here.

Clean slate.

Well, what if my second chance is not up to me?

It's always up to you.

Take action.

Put things back in your control.

Look, James,

I've been in this business long enough

to recognize a spark when I see it.

I think you have more to offer than you know.

But... it's up to you.

Thank you for dinner.

And I'll take everything you said into consideration.

I gotta run.

There's something I gotta do I should've done before.

Can we do this again?

Uh, sure.

Good.

Excuse me, sir. May I please have the check?

Charlie, what's up?

Joe, man, I need to see you.

People are asking about Alicia Jimenez.

I don't know what to do.

I-I can't meet you right now, okay?

It'll blow over, I promise.

Please, I'll come to you.

I'm not at my place right now.

I'm at my friend's in Tribeca.

Just don't worry, Charlie.

Okay? Sit tight

and wait for my call.

Proctor's in Tribeca.

I called like I said. We good?

I'm good.

My nigga, you a loose end.

- What's up? - Yo, Tommy.

Proctor's in Tribeca.

This nigga say he's staying with a friend,

but I don't got the address.

I know the address.

Yo, yo, Uncle T, I can explain.

Oh, we will talk

about how you lied to me about having more product

and getting yourself expelled from school,

but today's not the day.

Are you at home?

Yeah, I'm home.

Who else there?

I'm not sure.

I think my dad went out.

Good.

You know that back door to the penthouse?

Yeah, the service door.

Yeah, go there and turn the alarm off.

And, Tariq,

get the fuck out of there now.

Leave the back door unlocked.

Just do what I say.

No fucking around.

Are you trying to hurt my dad?

You told me you'd let me know before you make a move.

Nah... I ain't gonna hurt your dad.

Oh, uh, I'm sorry.

Was I too loud?

No, you're good.

I just didn't know anyone was here.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Your dad is letting me and my dad stay here.

I'm Elisa Marie Proctor.

Oh, okay.

I-I'm Tariq St. Patrick.

I thought your dad said you were at school.

You stay here?

Nah, I used to.

I know this one spot around the block

that has, like, the best ice cream ever.

You wanna go get some?

I don't like ice cream.

You don't like ice cream?

Well, then what about some... hot chocolate?

Whipped cream, marshmallows, all that good stuff?

- Hey, Epiphany. - You got the money?

Oh, yeah, I got the money. Thanks for keeping your word.

- Oh, you know. - And good looking out on Zigg.

I got you, sis.

So look, um, I know you don't know me very well,

but I'm starting another business,

and I could really use your help.

I ain't good with kids.

No, no, no, not another day care.

Something else.

I need extra cash.

- Can I still dance? - Mm-hmm.

Then I'm in, sis.

I don't know, Benny. Charlie sounded spooked.

Can you check on him, make sure he's okay?

Probably wants more money. I'll check on him.

All right, thanks. I'll, uh...

I'll call you when Elisa Marie and I get back into town.

All right. Have a good trip.

Thanks, cuz.

Tommy, what are you doing here?

You rat piece of shit!

Whoa!

You rat motherfucker!

You can run, Proctor, but you can't hide!

Come on out, Proctor.

Elisa Marie.

Elisa Marie!

Daddy?

Elisa Marie?

Where are you?

I'm with Tariq.

I know I wasn't supposed to leave,

but we got hot chocolate. Sorry.

But you're not here? You're okay, right?

Yeah. We're about to walk back.

No, no. Do not come here.

Listen to me. Go to your Uncle Benny's right now.

I don't understand.

You're gonna be safer there, okay?

Well, are you coming later?

Will I see you there?

Daddy.

Pissing me off now, Joe!

No, you won't, sweetheart.

I love you so much, baby, okay?

Proctor!

It was a good run, Proctor.

This ain't fucking over.

It is for you.

♪ Hey, they said it didn't recede ♪

♪ So it all points back to you ♪

♪ They reckon you had them ♪

♪ All points back to you ♪

♪ Everyone I ask, it's the same ♪

♪ So there's only one conclusion ♪

♪ Look at it from my point of view ♪

♪ Then there's really no confusion ♪

♪ All ♪

♪ All points back to you ♪

Tariq, we followed you from the city.

Now we have a problem.

Now we have a big fucking problem.

Get in.

♪ I ain't pointing fingers ♪

♪ But it all points back to you ♪

♪ I have nothing to say ♪

♪ It all comes back to you ♪

♪ Okay, have it your way ♪

CSI said he's been dead a few hours.

I guess Proctor was staying here, but why?

Beats me.

Talk about wrong place, wrong time.

- I saw the cops outside. - Sir...

Where's my son? Tariq!

Sir, this is an active crime scene. You can't be here. - This is my house.

- Where's my son? My son is here! - Sir! Sir!

Tariq! Where's Tariq?

I-I told Mr. St. Patrick he couldn't be here.

It appears Joseph Proctor was here alone.

He's dead.

What the hell happened?

From the looks of it, it was an all-out assault.

Somebody may have been trying to kill him,

but this is the second person in your proximity

to catch a bullet, Mr. St. Patrick.

Who's trying to kill you?

Ah, it's my son.

I need to take the call.

- Tariq, son. - Dad.

You okay?

♪ I ain't pointing fingers ♪

♪ But it all points back to you ♪

- I should've fucking known! - Known what?

That it was you setting me up

- to come here. - I didn't fucking set you up, Tommy!

I did.

Your son... your godson... Tariq

screwed the integrity of my business,

cut my fucking weight.

Oh, shit.

I'm gonna fucking kill that kid.

No, I'm gonna kill him...

unless you give me $2 million.

Vincent, there's no way my son moved $2 million of your fucking weight.

True.

The extra's interest.

I want $2 million.

You both have 24 hours to make this right.

Sync corrections by srjanapala

♪ You can't hide ♪

♪ From who you are ♪

♪ The light peels back the dark ♪

♪ You can run ♪

♪ But you won't make it far ♪

♪ You can't hide from who you are ♪

♪ You can't hide from who you are ♪

♪ You can't run, run, run ♪

♪ From the smoking gun ♪

♪ Caught in the crosshairs ♪

♪ Of the things we've done ♪

♪ There's no hiding place ♪

♪ Not a secret safe ♪

♪ What is lost will be found ♪

♪ What is lost will be found ♪

♪ When the truth ♪

♪ Hunts you down ♪♪♪