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Previously onGhost...

Yas!

I was trying to make breakfast.

Really, little girl? I'm going back to sleep.

She been drinking again, Yas?

She's getting worse, 'Riq.

How can I fix this?

Besides working the steps,

stay away from him as much as possible.

Professor Jabari Reynolds from Stansfield.

- No. - From your reaction,

it feels like there might be something more between you.

In the past, there was.

- Not currently? - No.

Back in fucking business.

All right, we'll park this at my parents' country house

until we figure out a plan to move all this product.

- The 12th District. - Sweeney's seat?

That guy's a Democratic legend.

No. Promise me when I bring something back on Sweeney,

you'll bless my taking his seat.

I got a plan for us to get out of the life.

I'm telling Zeke to sign up for the draft this year.

It's time for you to go pro.

- I just don't know if it's gonna be... - Enough of this Carrie shit.

We got some unfinished business.

- Kill him. - I don't got shit to prove

to you, huh?

But that's who I motherfucking am.

Ain't nobody more vicious or loyal than me.

Give me a shot.

We need to talk, okay? I got us a new connect.

Ma, don't walk away. Ma.

My number's in here.

If anything happens, use it.

C'mon, Ma. Reach out.

This is Detective Kevin Whitman.

NYPD. Who's this?

- Shit. - Did you get that?

The phone pinged at Stansfield.

That's where we focus this investigation,

and that's where we find Reynolds' killer.

♪ 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 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 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 ♪

♪ Legal or illegal, baby I gotta make it ♪

Take off your shirt.

Ma?

Trust me.

Ma!

Ma! Ma!

You need mommy?

It's too late to be scared now, little nigga.

Mommy gone. You sent her away, remember?

Nah...

You supposed to be on your man shit, right?

You know what you gotta do.

I can't leave you.

Grow the fuck up. Toss that shit.

I can't leave you.

No. Tariq, help.

NYPD. Open up.

Tariq St. Patrick, go and grab your shoes.

We need to bring you down to the station.

Station? For what?

You'll find out when you get there.

These my two shits right here, pendejos.

Which one you think I should fuck up first?

The fuck you need the Internet to tell you that for?

What, you never heard of democracy?

Hey, yo, snap this shit.

Fuck outta here. I'm out.

- You out? - Yeah.

Where you going? Who was that?

No one.

Simon. So glad you reached out.

Well, I have a small problem,

and I think you might be the solution.

Actually, ditto.

What do you know about Congressman Rick Sweeney?

I'd like to make a run at his seat,

but I'm gonna need some help with the DNC...

That's nice, but I have another idea.

Stansfield is having a bit of a publicity problem,

what with the recent murders and all,

and you coming on as an adjunct

could be a very good look for all sides.

You know, I really think that uh, my efforts...

No one is talking about you, Rashad.

You need headlines, and this is a great one.

Plus, what better place to dig up

helpful dirt on Sweeney?

You know he's friends with the Westons,

who built the other half of Stansfield's Campus.

And your colleagues.

Do me a favor and look up

the Canonical Studies Department.

Damn.

I really think you'll enjoy the view

from the classroom, Rashad.

Oh, Simon. You know me so well.

- Tariq. - Yas.

What are you doing here? What happened? Where's Grandma?

- Back there. - Thanks, Justine.

Listen, I'm gonna try and make it

less than a year next time, okay?

- The fuck are you doing here? - Tariq. Hi.

Davis MacLean sent me. We, uh, work together now.

Your grandmother got a DWI tonight,

and Davis asked me to come down and grease the wheels a bit.

Everyone's okay. She just hit a parked car.

But she's gonna be here a while.

Listen, I can... I can get you a few minutes with her

while they process the case.

Thanks.

I'll be back, okay? A few minutes.

Tariq, I-I-I wasn't drunk.

Big Mama, how could you do this with Yasmine in the car?

I mean, don't you know what could have happened to her?

It wasn't my fault.

Your sister was supposed to have a sleepover.

I was supposed to have the night off.

Grandma, they are no nights off.

You're telling me!

I am 62 years old, and I am tired.

Do you know what I've been through?

First Raina, then your father, now my daughter's gone.

Sometimes it gets to be too much.

I should be allowed to have a drink or two if I want.

You're right, Grandma.

You're right. I'm sorry, okay?

Sorry to interrupt,

but uh, Yasmine's getting ready to leave for a foster home

- if you... - Wait, what?

- Foster care? - No, no, she's coming with me.

I understand you wanting to do that,

but she's not allowed to return to Estelle's

until after her court appearance tomorrow,

and a college dorm isn't acceptable accommodations.

I don't wanna go with her.

I wanna go with you, Tariq.

Listen, Yas, I know. I know.

I wish you can, but you can't right now.

No, please Tariq. Let me come with you.

I'll be good. I promise.

Yasmin, listen, you're always good.

All right? That's not the problem.

It's just for the night, though, okay?

Just go with the lady, Yas.

She's going to a really good home.

I've known the family for years.

I'm her family, all right?

Look, Yas, I'ma fix it, okay?

I promise. I promise.

Tariq.

Oswin Benjamin and Alex Ervington's "Moving Different" plays...

♪ I got problems I need answers ♪

♪ I've got some friendships 'Round me ♪

♪ Feel way more like cancers ♪

♪ Them same ones tell me That I'm changing ♪

Hey, man, you need to quit it

with that ninja appearance shit you be doing.

Or maybe you need to be better aware

of your surroundings.

The last time I saw you, you had a lot of questions.

Now it's my turn.

Who are you trying to impress?

The fuck you talking about?

That stunt at the hangar?

I mean, sure, you proved you could fight.

Whatever.

That was foolish, risky.

Only if you don't know you'll win.

Been stamping out niggas like that my whole life.

Been trained for it.

Hmm. By who?

Shit, who you think?

Been in the game since before I was born.

My brother and sister too.

Yeah, where are they?

They around, but my moms, man,

she been thinking she been running things for too long.

She be forgetting how she got there.

Hmm.

And what about Lorenzo?

Your pops, he's in for life?

Damn, my guy. You want a fucking book report?

Yeah.

My mom's been trying to get him out for a minute,

but my pop's not coming home.

Hmm.

As long as she's feeling herself,

got to make it on my own.

Yeah, well, at some point,

we all gotta forge our own path.

The most important thing is knowing who your people are.

Blood, chosen family,

the only thing that matters is who has got your back

when it's up against the fucking wall.

Facts. Gotta stay true to the ones who got you there.

Mm-hmm.

I'ma give you a trial run.

Yo, what the fuck is he doing here?

You told him you were coming?

I didn't tell him shit.

I swear he must have followed me here.

Ah, fuck.

Yeah, send him up.

Oh, hell yeah. This shit lit as fuck.

Where y'all niggas at?

We over here on the 59th floor, baby...

Yo. Yo, yo, yo, yo.

Hey, man, put that shit down.

Why would you ever want a public record

of every place you've ever been?

Hmm?

Chef.

Hey, man, I ain't mean no disrespect.

Yo, Mecca, we just here to get your product

out in these streets, you feel me?

What did I tell you

about being aware of your surroundings?

You know, there is a power vacuum in New York

right now that I am trying to step into.

But I need a real organization to do that.

Stop! Stop! Stop!

This street clown is no good to me,

and neither are you if you don't know

what company to keep.

I was wrong about you.

You're not ready for this shit.

Get the fuck out.

Take this bitch and get the fuck out of my house.

Oh, God. God.

C'mon man.

Yo, why the fuck is Saxe working here?

Look, I understand your hesitation,

given your history with him,

but Saxe brings a certain skill set

that can help all the clients at this firm, including you.

Ah. Good news.

I got Estelle a DAT.

On a DWI? How'd you pull that off?

Fuck is DAT?

Desk appearance ticket.

That means instead of being held in custody

waiting to see a judge,

she'll be sent home until her hearing

at a future date.

Great work, Saxe.

I promise you, Tariq,

this is the best possible outcome in this situation.

Yeah, not so big on your promises, you know?

He's right. Tariq.

As much as I hate to say it,

even I couldn't have pulled that off.

Oh, sometimes you just need a white guy.

Thank you, though I... I do wanna point out

that I'm in the minority here,

so I think that counts as a microaggression.

Uh, could you give us a second?

- Yeah. - Yep.

- Door? - Uh, yeah.

Thank you.

I don't trust him.

A'ight, you don't know him like I know him.

He's not doing this shit out the goodness of his heart.

Okay, look, kid.

I'm gonna let you in on a secret.

Neither am I.

I mean, you pay, we play.

Okay. So I pay you.

You find my sister so I can bring her home, simple as that.

Okay, I'm sorry, but that I can't do.

Yasmine stays in the system

at least until your grandmother's hearing.

Unfortunately, I won't be much help

in the family court system.

Outside my reach.

For that, you're going to need two things:

Money and someone with a lot of influence.

Caridad Milgram. Hey there. I'm Rashad...

Rashad Tate. I know.

That's your office, but the police are still

using it for interviews.

Not exactly the welcome I was expecting.

If you don't mind me saying so,

your pictures don't do you justice.

You are absolutely stunning.

I do mind, and I'm not your welcoming committee.

You're not even a literature professor.

Well, it's my understanding

that we'll be co-teaching an ethics course.

And you think you're more qualified for that?

You know, I know what this is.

They think they can just swap out

one high-profile Black man for another,

and no one will notice.

Now, Caridad...

It's Professor Milgram.

Duly noted.

You know, maybe it's best you just observe

today's debate on altruism.

Hannah Roth, Detective Kevin Whitman.

NYPD. Can I talk to you?

About what?

How do you know Caridad Milgram?

Why?

Well, I've gone through her phone records,

and it looks like she calls you multiple times a week.

I'm gonna ask you again. What is your relationship?

Ma'am.

Ma'am, if you and Ms. Milgram are involved

in some sort of criminal activity...

Criminal activity? No, no, no, no.

It's nothing like that.

I'm her sponsor, okay?

And anything Carrie shares with me

is personal and confidential.

Legal privilege and confidentiality protections

do not extend to 12-step meetings

and sponsor interactions, Ms. Roth.

Look, I can take you down to a grand jury

and have you speak to them,

or you can answer my questions right here.

Shall I go on?

Fine.

Tell me about her relationship with Jabari Reynolds.

I just wanna thank y'all for coming out today.

Like Coach said, um, I'm grateful for the time

I got to play here at Stansfield.

Love you, Zeke!

And I'm blessed to announce

that I will be entering the NBA draft this year.

Have you hired an agent yet, Zeke?

I'm still looking at my options.

Does this choice have anything to do

with the off-court issues that caused you to miss

the beginning of the season?

Not at all.

I put those issues behind me,

and I'm 100% focused on playing ball.

Yes, he is!

Thank y'all.

Plenty of time for that later. Thank you.

Damn, you think I'm ready for all this, Auntie?

You gotta be, because it's happening.

Don't forget you're a target now, Zeke.

Everybody and they mother gonna want something from you

especially women.

Now remember, I'm the only one

with your best interest at heart.

Now, are you sure all those off-the-court issues

are behind you?

I don't wanna pledge Kappa!

Fuck. Fine, Trace, I'll be there.

Go get your gold fucking star from Dad.

Yeah, you're a fucking asshole.

I gotta go.

The fuck, bro. Where the fuck were you, Tariq?

I was taking care of family shit.

You move the product?

Yeah, I moved it, to my parents' garage uptown

in my trunk.

What the fuck did you just tell me, B?

What do you mean it's in your trunk...

Chill out, bro, that place is, like,

more secure than the fucking White House.

And what'd you expect me to do?

I made a fucking executive decision.

Listen, bro.

All right, my grandma, she caught a DWI.

All right, I had to take care of some shit for my little sister,

so, you know, I've been having

a lot of important shit to deal with, bro.

I'm sorry, 'Riq.

Look, I got a lot of shit going on,

so I'ma need you to handle the product alone.

You trust me to do that?

Yeah, of course.

Be safe, a'ight?

Yeah, you too.

Window grills will run about... 8,

but you may not have to do 'em all.

You sure that's it?

'Cause we ain't trying to cut no corners.

Do 'em all, plus extra, as best you got.

Ma, we don't need to...

How soon can you get it done?

We're finishing up a big job in Astoria.

I'm not sure if I can pull any men.

Why don't you go look at the windows in the back?

I think they need some new glass too.

Ma, the windows in the back are fine.

It's an investment.

The longer this bar is closed, we can't wash our money.

If we make it worth his while to turn it around,

we come out ahead.

Now, how you looking with them numbers?

Good.

I taught myself the program,

but I'd be even better if I took accounting in school.

Since when you interested in math?

Oh, let me guess.

They got just the right class up there at Stansfield.

Girl, you ain't slick

trying to get up there close to Tariq.

No, I just been thinking.

If I can get an MBA, that'll help the whole family.

60% of NBA players go broke

within five years of joining the league.

People always robbing 'em.

But this way, I could do Zeke's books when he goes pro.

Protect the money.

I get it,

but you way outta your lane, little girl.

Ain't no way for a girl like you to mix school

and the streets, at least not right now.

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Can you stand the rain? ♪

♪ Can you stand the rain? ♪

♪ Can you stand the rain? ♪

♪ Will you be there, girl? ♪

Wait. Ma, you like love songs now?

What, that's 'cause your anniversary?

Yeah. Yep, 22 years.

Your father held me down when nobody else did.

He had my back.

And I see you itching to get out there,

but when it's your time, having a lover makes you weak,

but having a partner makes you strong.

Remember that.

Tariq ain't never gonna be that, D.

He's his own man.

All right, class, let's get started.

Some of you may recognize City Councilman Rashad Tate

from his recent gubernatorial campaign.

Now he's my new co-teacher for this course.

Uh, a politician's gonna teach us about ethics?

Okay, welcome to the new world, y'all.

The truth of the matter is

that my, uh, experience in government

has given me a unique perspective

on navigating tough ethical dilemmas

out there in the real world,

and I look forward to sharing that with all of you.

You can also follow me on Twitter...

Okay, last time, we discussed

how Thomas Hobbes denies the existence

of pure selflessness in Leviathan.

So now we throw it to you.

Is there any truly selfless act?

Come on.

Everyone knows that even the good feeling

that comes from a selfless deed is self-serving motivation.

Okay, but an act shouldn't be written off as selfish

just because there's a small element of self-benefit.

And plus, every good deed doesn't feel good.

Think about a mother risking her life for her child.

Kin selection.

Darwin said any organism's goal is survival of its species.

Selflessness is just a casualty of evolution.

That's cynical.

Then how do you explain

Jesus' ultimate selfless act

of dying for our sins?

All right, but Jesus is famous as fuck.

Nah, every good deed has a selfish motive,

even if it's just the promise of getting into heaven.

Interesting. So what I'm understanding...

If I may, Professor Milgram, your question is flawed.

So-called selflessness is an arbitrary moral standard,

when the reality is that it is possible

for all parties to gain from any given interaction.

That's what I'm talking 'bout.

If you scratch my back, I scratch yours.

Anything else is just a waste of time.

I like the way you think, Ms. Carmichael.

I like the way I think too.

One, two, three, bring it up.

Just like that. Get up.

Yep. It's all right.

You go it.

You really think this is gonna help?

It got my jumper back when I messed up my shoulder.

Your announcement went well this morning.

You good?

For sure, yeah.

I'm excited about going to the league.

Just, you know, there's some things

I'ma miss about Stansfield.

Some people.

Yeah, I feel you.

Some people I'ma miss when we leave the city too.

But we'll all be safer with you away

from Tariq and CourseCorrect, so...

That's 'Riq on CourseCorrect?

He's slick as a motherfucker. That shit's on lock.

And what you talking about, when you leave the city?

Auntie Monet ain't gonna let y'all go anywhere.

That's not what she's saying.

She had us all thinking this whole NBA shit

was just her retirement plan,

but now it's her exit strategy

from the whole thing.

Wherever you get drafted, she's gonna have us all follow.

Yo, Freaky Zekey!

Been following your career. Big fan.

I, uh, couldn't get to you at the press conference,

but I would love to help you

navigate your options.

Give me a call.

Thank you.

Call me.

Tariq. What a surprise.

You really believe what you said?

You know, about both parties being able to gain

from an interaction?

'Cause I could definitely use some help

from someone of your stature with the family court system.

That's a high mountain to climb.

Yes. Yes, it is. So what do you need?

You know, what could I do for you?

Tariq, there's nothing you can do for me...

Actually, you wouldn't happen to know

any Westons that go here, do you?

Hmm...

In fact, I do.

Well, turns out that I'm feeling

mighty altruistic today, young brother.

So if you need my help, here's what I need from you...

Tariq St. Patrick?

Detective Kevin Whitman, NYPD. Come with me.

Detective?

Hey, man, you should, uh...

You should go see about that.

Keep your head up, young brother.

Go ahead and have a seat.

Sorry about all this.

It's, uh, the only office available.

Tariq, do you know anything at all

about the murder of Jabari Reynolds?

No, sir. Someone say I did?

No.

I'm just speaking with all of his students.

See if it yields anything.

Detective Santana said you were in here with him

the day before his death.

Did you notice any odd behavior

by or around him then?

In all honesty, Detective, I really just been,

you know, focused on juggling my schoolwork,

my mother's case, so...

haven't really been focused on anything else.

You aware of any personal relationships

that Mr. Reynolds may have had?

Anything suspicious?

No.

How about faculty?

You ever notice any tension between Mr. Reynolds

and the other professors?

Let's say, oh, Carrie Milgram?

Actually, yes.

Um, there was some rumors

about them, you know, being together.

There was this dinner at the Baldwin's house.

I got there a little late, and I'm not sure

if Lauren told you anything about this,

but, you know, those two, they had a pretty,

pretty heated argument.

Thank you. That's very helpful.

♪ Darling, in my dreams ♪

♪ I don't understand ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Feel it in your hands ♪

♪ There's some kind of magic ♪

♪ It's obvious to me ♪

♪ The way our bodies speak ♪

♪ We could take it deeper ♪

♪ We could take it deeper ♪

♪ I wanna feel your gravity ♪

♪ Wrap your arms around me ♪

♪ I wanna feel your gravity ♪

Fuck.

Hold on.

What the fuck?

You were supposed to be here hours ago.

Yeah, I know. I'm sorry.

Things got a little messed up, but... oh.

Oh, sorry.

Yo, that's what's up. You know, you love to see it.

You know, I'm a queer ally.

If you two are open to it, I'd love to ally myself...

Um, Yoli, you wanna give us a minute real quick?

Gotta get ready for practice anyway.

Bye.

Eyes front, Proud Boy.

Okay, look, Effie, I'm sorry, okay?

Tariq was dealing with some family stuff...

Miss me with the excuses.

Tariq is only worried about himself,

and you need to realize that if we're gonna work together.

- Now go. - Effie, it's not like...

Skids, I need you to bring me

some supplies by the house.

I'm not on campus right now.

Well, where the fuck are you?

- It's rush week. - I gotta go, Trace.

- Skid... - I knew you'd change your mind.

Shit's been stepped on. Get back here, please. Now.

Effie.

Call Tariq.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

I ain't been seeing Ramirez name

about this Jabari Reynolds shit yet.

You about tell me why?

I spoke to the cops, yo.

You... nigga, what?

I spoke to the cops.

It's cool. It's cool, a'ight?

They talking to a lot of students.

Listen, though, they found they suspect,

and I know who it is.

Who is it?

It's the nigga's ex.

One of the professors.

Didn't I tell you this shit wasn't gonna pull back on us?

Yeah, whatever, nigga. Shit ain't over.

So do whatever you gotta do

to make sure she takes that fucking weight.

I already got a plan. We good.

Okay, then what's the plan?

Shit.

Yo, I gotta go.

You gotta go... Nigga, what's the fucking plan?

♪ So I get up ♪

♪ Got rid of my fears, yo ♪

♪ Time to be a grown man ♪

♪ Ain't got time For tears, yo ♪

Oh, God!

- - Fuck you. - Fuck you!

♪ Trying to find a way To bring us change ♪

♪ Try to find a way ♪

♪ Try to find a way ♪

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

Gotta go.

- What? - Yeah.

Wait, uh...

How was your day?

He asks from the dark side.

Oh, c'mon.

Everyone has the right to a criminal defense.

It's in the constitution. I am a patriot.

You sold your soul to the devil, Saxe.

It's a lease, and he said he's gonna give it back.

Oh, you'll love this.

Um, I caught the Jabari Reynold's case

at work, and you'll never believe

who the investigation's prime suspect is.

Carrie Milgram.

- No way. - Mm-hmm.

After she left the prosecutor's office,

she landed a teaching gig at Stansfield,

where she helped bring on none other than...

Reynolds. Wow. Spicy.

But she's not a murderer.

That's not what I'm hearing.

- Who's on it? - Kevin Whitman.

And there was another familiar name

on his list of Reynolds advisees.

Tariq St. Patrick.

So if your client has any info he'd like to share,

my door is always open.

Oh, motherfucker.

Fucking Tariq.

What's up?

What up, D?

What are you doing here?

Um, I need a ride, to New Haven.

New Haven?

'Riq, that's two hours away, maybe three with traffic.

Monet will kill me if I'm gone that long.

Yeah, I know, but, I mean, it's about the business

and the drugs that you packaged for me.

It's just a ride. C'mon, please?

No, because you got me fucked up.

You know what, why don't we just wait for 'Riq?

- Bitch, we got... - What the fuck is going on?

Your girl sold us some fake-ass coke

and said it was on you.

- Not me, per se. - The fuck do you mean not you?

- You dropped that shit off. - I don't care who it's on.

Someone better make it right before my 15 ends,

- or I'm gonna fuck you... - Or you gonna what?

What the fuck you gonna do? You not gonna do shit.

- Effie... - Brayden, shut up.

Yeah, shut up, Brayden.

I'm trying to make a business transaction,

- and this bitch is selling me... - Yo, who you calling a bitch?

- ...fucking stupid! - Hey, chill the fuck out!

Chill the fuck out!

I swear to God,

that better be Tariq motherfucking St. Patrick.

Finally, bro. Where the fuck you been?

Yo, what happened to him?

Who's she?

Oh, Effie, this is Diana.

She works with us as well.

She drove me up here. Di, this is Effie.

Sup?

You his girl?

- Why are you asking? - It's not like that.

Whatever. I don't care.

What I care about is,

this powdered fucking sugar could have gotten me killed.

Where the fuck is the real shit?

Fuck are you talking about, powdered sugar?

What is this?

Hey, I didn't touch shit. We must have got it like that.

Excuse me? Yo, we don't sell tainted shit.

Sounds like it wasn't a problem 'til it got to Effie.

I already beat one bitch ass tonight.

- Who you calling a bitch? - But I will beat your...

Yo, chill out.

Chill out. Chill the fuck out.

Doesn't fucking matter whose fault it is.

Either way, we're fucked if we don't get some product,

so we gotta figure some shit out.

He's right about that. What's the plan?

And who's gonna tell Monet?

Who's Monet?

Fuck.

Yo, ma's been looking for you.

The fuck you been?

I was hanging out with Tariq.

He got caught with fake product.

- Ours. - What?

That motherfucker.

I know Rico did this shit.

I'm glad I shot his ass.

Well, kids, that's the game.

Guess we having cake for dessert.

For real?

That just happen?

You shouldn't be here.

I know.

♪ I came to apologize ♪

What you said at the hospital,

that I only think about myself,

I felt that.

I wanna make it right. I wanna help you.

How?

Get in the car.

Shit!

Why would you bring me here with a bum hand, man?

Because the family needs protection now,

and this is how I can help.

Come on.

Yo, y-you know I can't shoot lefty.

This ain't drawing, Dru.

It don't take fine fucking motor skills.

Now focus.

- Man... - It's all good. It's all good.

Try again.

- How's D? - She good.

Mom's bugging out though.

Rico ripped us off on our last supply.

You know what she did? Laughed.

Shit. What you gon' do?

I don't know, but we need a new connect.

Quick.

I might be able to help out with that.

- Hey. - Hey.

You look nice.

Thank you.

Hey, um, congratulations on the draft.

That's really exciting.

Thank you. Yeah, yeah. It's wild.

Yeah, I... I think we should talk about some things.

Yeah, I know you thought I-I should finish school first.

No, Zeke. I get it.

It's just, you know, I... I have to look out

for my family, you know?

People are watching everything I do now.

So there's all this pressure,

and I just...

I don't wanna give you up, but, like, uh,

I think it's best if we stopped seeing each other.

I understand.

Good luck, Zeke.

Bye, Carrie.

What was Zeke Cross doing here?

Excuse me, you can't just barge in here, Kevin.

And why are you talking to my sponsor?

You moved the couch.

Is that what this is about?

What happened between us?

No, this is about the fact

that I already gave you an opportunity

to tell me the truth once, and you didn't.

I'm gonna give you one more chance.

What was he doing here, and don't lie.

I'm not talking to you without my lawyer.

Fine, don't talk. Shut up and listen.

You see, I know that up until recently,

you had some sort of tumultuous sexual relationship

with Jabari Reynolds,

and you lied to me about the timeline.

Now, why would you do that, Carrie?

You worried that your ongoing relationship with the victim

makes you the prime suspect in his murder?

God, I didn't tell you

because I knew you'd draw the wrong conclusion.

Where were you on the night of Jabari Reynolds' murder?

I didn't kill Jabari.

Where were you?

I was here at home.

Alone? Really?

'Cause you and I both know that's not an alibi.

Zeke was here, okay?

Cross.

You were home between the hours of 7:00 p.m. and 11:00 p.m.

with your student, Ezekiel Cross.

Yes.

Wow. I'll talk to him.

If you tell him to corroborate your story,

I will get you disbarred and I will lock you both up.

You know, in the meantime,

you really should have your lawyer call me.

So, Ma, it's a new connect.

Cane knows him. He's gonna be our liaison.

I ain't fuckin' with nobody that's down with Cane.

And it's real interesting how you comin' in here

with his name out your mouth after what he did.

You and I both know that Cane isn't the only reason

I ended up in the hospital.

Now, I've forgiven him for his part in it.

So, can you?

I'm sorry, I can't.

♪ Storms will come ♪

♪ This we know for sure ♪

♪ Can you stand the rain? ♪

Am I interrupting?

Not at all. What can I do for you?

Well, you know, you told me I could come to you

whenever I needed help

or whenever I just wanted to talk.

And my little sister,

she was just put into the child service system this week.

Oh, Tariq. I'm so sorry.

I mean, of-of course, I'll-I'll help however I can.

- They won't... - Professor Milgram.

- You got a minute? - I'm with a student.

Yeah, but I need to speak with you.

I'm sorry, Tariq. Just two minutes.

We need to talk about this police presence

here on campus.

This couldn't wait?

No. They're using my office again.

It's not a good look.

The police are safeguarding our students.

I thought you said you were here to help

the next generation of young leaders.

And I'll do that by getting elected to Congress

and changing policy that will help them,

but, of course, that won't happen

if Stansfield's reputation is in the toilet

along with my own.

I need to get back to work, Rashad.

You know, the detective talked to Tariq yesterday.

You know what that was about?

This has nothing to do with Tariq.

He's been through a lot. He's a good kid.

Don't interrupt me again.

Duly noted.

Oh. Tariq, you okay?

Yes. I gotta go.

Can you believe it? Another year.

Yep, another year.

C'mon, baby. It's our anniversary.

Yeah, I know, and it's the same old played out routine.

I'm even wearing the same busted-ass lingerie.

'Cause it's my favorite.

Back on our wedding day,

I didn't think it was gonna be like this, 'Renzo.

I need more.

It is what it is, Mo. You know that.

It's hard for me too.

I wish I could be by your side every day.

But you can't.

I bought you all this shit, and what do I get?

Air.

That's what I get every fucking day.

Air.

When Rico's out there giving me fake shit,

you know what I got to help me?

Air.

Where's Cane's signature?

That's what I'm trying to tell you.

Cane is out. He killed Ramirez.

Ramirez? Is that what this is about?

This is not about no fucking Ramirez.

This is about your son going against the family.

And now he's back all of a sudden

with some new fucking connect out of nowhere.

Cane's got a new connect?

Fuck his connect.

How you gonna say you want more,

you can't even keep this family together?

You killed Rico.

If Cane's offering product, you need to take it, today.

Yo, why the fuck y'all think you can

just keep rolling up on my shit like this?

- Take a walk. - You bugging.

It's, like, 20 degrees outside.

Bye, y'all.

So Dru told me about your offer.

Yeah. You interested?

It depends.

Before we can discuss any of that,

I need to know I could trust you, Cane.

For starters, enough of this lyin' shit,

or your father ain't gonna be able

to protect your ass next time.

Don't you ever forget who your family is.

You hear me? And Tariq is off limits.

You both in two different lanes,

and it needs to stay that way.

Now, are we good?

Yeah, we good.

A'ight. Get your things and come on home.

What do you want?

Look, if this is about your boy Tariq, you can have him, okay?

I ain't with that sometime-y shit.

I already told him.

There's nothing going on between me and Tariq.

This ain't about that at all. This is about business.

I saw what you're doing.

Going to school and moving weight.

And I wanna do the same. Can you teach me how?

Your mom got you on lock.

I don't think she gon' be cool with that.

Well, she can't have an opinion

on something she don't know about.

It's not easy. I mean, are you even smart?

I'm smart enough.

Okay.

Well, if you're so smart,

then what happened to your product?

Who stepped on it?

My moms thinks it's our old connect,

but, um, I don't know.

- That don't make sense. - Right.

Well, if you wanna figure it out,

you should think about it.

You know all the players, right?

Cui bono?

I don't speak Italian.

It's not Italian. It's Latin.

It means,

who had the most to gain from fucking up your shit?

You think I need this shit?

The last thing I need is more product.

This is bigger than bricks, man.

The people I jacked this from, they need a new connect

right now, and they big.

A real organization like you wanted.

- You merk anyone to get it? - Nah.

I swiped that from some low-level cat.

He had it parked in some garage.

Found the nigga's address on IG, like you said.

Replaced his bricks with sugar.

He never even knew.

Good plan. Smart.

Now, I can get you a taste,

if you ready to let me in.

And who exactly would we be going into business with?

Monet Tejada.

You stole from your own family.

Fuck no.

I created an opportunity for them

that they didn't even know they needed.

I helped them.

Knock, knock.

You mind?

Yeah. Yeah.

- You okay, Davis? - Yeah.

Couldn't be better. What's up?

I think your favorite collegiate client

might be mixed up in another murder.

Cha-ching. How do you know?

Um, you may not like this,

but I've been, uh, seeing Jenny Sullivan.

Oh, my God. You're fucking the ops.

- It's not like that. - It's like what?

I mean, yeah, I'm fucking her.

I'm fucking her, but anyway,

she's on that Stansfield murder,

Jabari Reynolds,

and apparently, Tariq was one of his students.

Now, he's not a suspect yet,

but the lead they're following

sounds like total bullshit to me.

You know, uh, Caridad Milgram? Used to be in the DA's office?

Carrie Milgram's their lead suspect?

Mm-hmm.

Keep me posted.

Anything you can get on Milgram

and whether or not it's gonna back up on Tariq.

Whoo, I-I thought that you were gonna have a problem

with my, uh, entanglement.

A problem?

I mean, uh, you get inside, I get info.

Sounds like we both win.

Hmm?

Hey, I was about to head out, and... oh, you too.

Um, you wanna... I don't know, you wanna... no.

Okay, I get it. I understand the vibes.

Not a problem.

Um, maybe some other time. Good night.

♪ Show me what you got ♪

♪ Got, got Show me what you got ♪

♪ Got, got Show me what you got ♪

All right, you little bitches,

I hope you wore your diapers,

'cause shit's about to get real.

Look at how much fun they're having.

This is so fucked up.

Hey, Skids, eyes forward.

Present ass!

All right, now, don't ask what Kappa can do for you.

Ask what you can do for Kappa.

And for now, drop down and give me some pushups.

Let's go.

C'mon.

Bring those little dicks to the ground.

Let's go.

- Hey, Tariq. - Yo.

You never come to these types of things.

I mean, can you blame me?

Shit like that is the reason why.

You wanna get out of here?

Where we gonna go?

I know a spot.

Right behind you.

Dru, you barely eating.

Diana, give him some more beans.

What's he doing here?

Cane finally decided to do something for the family.

He got us a new connect.

Sup, y'all?

Go ahead. Get yourself a plate.

Yes, ma'am.

Whoa, y'all hear that?

I'll be back.

Yo, did you call Cane this morning

before he pitched you the connect,

or did he reach out to you?

Nah, he rolled up on me.

Damn, this is fire.

Yep, this is my favorite spot on campus.

How'd you find this?

It's a secret.

Nah, my brother picked the lock when he was a student here.

Literally nobody knows about this spot.

See? There's a selfless act.

You know, with everything you've been through,

no one would blame you for being cynical.

But you still think people can be selfless.

I look at shit like this.

Sometimes life puts you in situations

with no possible good outcomes.

So you take the hit yourself because you know

you can handle it way better than the other person can.

Oh, well,

I guess I just haven't loved somebody that much yet.

Yet? What you mean, yet?

♪ It's nice to see you ♪

♪ Sometimes I wish I didn't need you ♪

♪ Know that you been Thinking 'bout it ♪

I-I'm sorry. I gotta take this. I'm so sorry.

Yeah.

Just so you know, Monet was mad as fuck

about the bricks yesterday, but I smoothed it over.

Look, 'Riq, we got more product coming soon,

and you gonna need a place to stash it.

Somewhere safe.

A'ight, bet. I owe you.

I wanna apologize. I...

Tariq, you know what?

It's like every time things get good with us,

you get real distracted.

- No, that's not the case at... - No, it's cool.

I'm gonna go.

Lauren, c'mon. Lauren.

Oh, get out of here.

Okay, Carrie, look, look.

Look, I-I know what you think about me, all right?

I... I just wanna make things up to you.

I hear you're in trouble.

A murder?

I see you're not wearing your ring.

That's not why I'm here. I just wanna help you, Carrie.

I don't want your help.

But you need it.

Don't... Carrie, please.

Yeah, baby.

Are you gonna buck like that for the Bulls next year?

Or are you taking this to the Lakers?

The Knicks could use a savior.

Shh, shh, shh.

Shh.

Knicks are past saving.

But for real, where you wanna play?

Hey, go away. I'm busy.

- Ezekiel Cross. - Excuse me. Rude.

You can shut the fuck up. Put your pants on.

I'm taking you downtown for some questions.

- What? Why? - Don't worry about why.

Just get your shit.

Okay, you better not touch him. I'm recording you.

Great. Come on. Let's go.

All right, let me just put my shoes on.

C'mon. Take your shoes and everything.

- Why? - You better not lay

a hand on him.

You remembered our signal.

Of course I did.

Who the fuck else is gonna be sitting in front of my house

blasting New Edition like it's 1988?

Your dad used to get so mad about those trash cans.

Still trying to figure out how he never knew it was you.

So, uh, you still like their raspberry swirl?

What are you doing here, Dante?

I needed to see you again, Monet.

I don't know what you thinkin', but it's been too long.

Whatever you want with me, it's too late.

All right.

Just in case you change your mind.

♪ Sometimes I feel I gotta get away ♪

♪ From these streets Like a fiend for ♪

♪ But pullin' me back It's real, got a goin' ♪

♪ 'Cause no matter the drama, the gossip ♪

♪ My heart is your hood My dog I rock with ♪

- ♪ Get away ♪ - ♪ Before you get clapped ♪

♪ Put the tongue Or two loose ♪

♪ Have everybody On the corner goin' ♪

♪ Holding they mouth Shocked as ♪

♪ I had to just air That boy out ♪

♪ And now there's blood On my Timbs ♪

♪ Snitches calling 1-800-Crime Stoppers ♪

♪ When they see me They like ♪

♪ 'Cause they want That thousand dollars ♪

♪ And not only that Police will die ♪

♪ To catch a collar ♪

- ♪ Get away ♪ - ♪ And I'm outta here ♪

♪ Ain't no telling When I be back ♪

♪ Get rid of this, aye Dog, you know I flew ♪

♪ Hell out of dodge But it 'bout this paper ♪

♪ Ain't no time to be Sitting behind bars ♪

♪ I got to get away But fuck that ♪

♪ Never let a coward Take me out my zone ♪

♪ If he tryin' to blow It go ♪

♪ With no remorse, kid It's coldhearted ♪

♪ Queens cat grimy Retarded, you know ♪

- ♪ Get away ♪ - ♪ But fuck that ♪

♪ Never let a coward Take me out my zone ♪

♪ If he trying to blow It go ♪

♪ With no remorse, kid It's the coldhearted ♪

♪ Queens cat grimy Retarded, you know ♪

♪ Get away ♪