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Previously on Ghost...

- We have to tell him about Lauren.
- We're taking that to the motherfucking grave.

Lauren's dead.
Who did it? I need a name.

If I give you a name,
you might as well have done it yourself.

How much longer do I
have to pretend that I'm dead?

Closing this case
is the only way to get you

out of here and on with your life.

You have enough
clout to get authorization

for a joint federal
and local task force?

- I can try.
- So he's one of the richest Black men...

- In the world.
- RSJ, let's set up a more formal meeting.

- Looks like you grew up.
- You too.

Get the fuck out of here
harassing me with this bullshit.

Partial prints led nowhere.

Any potential witnesses
scattered like rats.

Someone killed my son, and ain't nobody

gonna fucking rest until I find out who.

Bald-headed dude in a dark jacket!

That was you, motherfucker, and now that

I know the truth, I fucking own you!

A million dollars in hand next
time I see you, or she dies.

50 floors on our building,

and the rest of the building's
on fucking Wall Street.

We want to move Noma's product,
that's exactly how we do it.

We send our delivery boys with cups

with false bottoms with
the product right in there.

- There's orders coming in already.
- Coming in hot.

We really need to chop
it up. Are you alone?

I am, but Tiny dumb ass
keeps fucking up my orders,

so I'ma have to hit you back.

Yo, stop underserving our people.

They ask for a coffee with eight sugars,

that means they want 8 grams of coke.

Don't give 'em a eight ball.

Tiny, listen. I'm not
gonna tell you again.

And eight ball, that's 3.5 grams.

That means that you're
shorting our custies

4.5 grams that they paid for,

and that's bad business, my nigga.
We not doing that. You understand?

I got you. Won't happen again.

You.

- There you go.
- Yeah.

Black, four sugars, please.

_

Is all this really necessary?

I know I can't change what we've
been through over the last few months,

but I think it's gonna make us
stronger and closer as a family.

We've been together a long time, Mo.

- You know I love you.
- I love you too.

Oh, damn.

Look at my baby up
there looking so good.

- _
- Oh, thank you.

- Thank you so much.
- You're welcome, babe.

I just want to see his family happy.

Sorry I'm late.

I rushed here as soon
as I clocked out of work.

What the fuck are you doing here?

You need to stop harassing me.

- Do we have a problem?
- Take it easy, big fella.

You know assaulting a
cop will catch you 2-15,

so unless you want to go back inside,

don't be stupid.

You ain't supposed to be
doing shit on a suspension.

You thought I ain't
know about that, huh?

You keep fucking with me,
you gonna be fired next.

Mm, see, now I got all the
time in the world to watch you.

And when you slip up, I'll be there.

You just don't get it.

Whatever you're searching
for, you will never find.

Oh. Carrie Milgram.

Your baby daddy.

What, you didn't think I
knew about that one too?

I got footage of you
going in the building

- the night of Dante Spears' murder.
- You have a warrant?

Hell no, he ain't got
no fucking warrant.

Then why don't you leave
before I do something

I'm not gonna fucking regret?

Yeah, jump in your car and
get the fuck out of here.

You heard him. Go.

How long has this shit been going on?

Couple of weeks now,
but I've been working

with Davis to make this nigga go away.

He's trying to frame me
for his bitch Carrie Milgram's suicide.

If he's coming after you,
he's gonna come after all of us.

Listen, however you want to
handle this shit, I'm ready.

Look, I got it under control.

Let's just go in for a family meeting.

Private family meeting, little girl.

Can we talk for a minute or something?

Just go back to school.
It's what you wanted, right?

All right, listen up.

That cop ain't stopping shit.

- Renzo, what's good with the business?
- It's booming.

Noma gave us so much weight,
we had to recruit help.

- Who you got?
- Got the Jamaica Ave boys

- and the Castillo bros.
- Castillos have parts of BK on lock,

which means we give
Noma her bread faster.

- Happy plug, happy life.
- Fuck your relationship with the plug.

Evelyn think we clipped Uncle Frank.

We don't know what
she's feeding her sons.

- We can't trust them.
- Ma, they don't know anything.

- They would have retaliated.
- What if they just trying to get close enough

to prove it before they make a move?

They can't prove
shit. Uncle Frank was a rat.

I mean, he had mad enemies.
It could have been any one of them.

That's a valid point.

- They got nothing on us.
- Nah, too risky.

We gotta keep our
distance, shut it down.

- Nah.
- What you say?

We're not shutting nothing down.

We can't afford it.
Noma needs her money.

And you agree to this dumb shit?

It's working for now, Mo.

We get a sense the Castillos
change their agenda,

we'll shut it down then.

Come on, Pops, we got runs to make.

Wait, we not done.

We on the clock. We'll talk later.

The fuck is that?

They're moving fucking weird lately.

Whatever Cane says, Poppy does,
or nigga just gets me to do it.

It's just asking for
trouble when we have

all these fucking cops looking at us.

I need Theo Rollins'
unredacted case file.

What you need is to focus on
finding evidence for our RICO case.

I know that. I know that.

Davis needs me

because I have connections
in the DA's office.

You want to tie Davis into RICO, right?

Yeah, I do, but you told Davis

you'd get his brother out
without implicating him.

- That's a huge ask.
- And if I can pull it off,

he'll trust me.

I will be able to...

get in the room.

Okay, three of them in the same room.

That's a start.

What if we charge Davis for the murder

he actually committed
and blamed on Theo?

We can pressure him into flipping.

Being able to make that case

after all these years is no slam dunk.

I know Davis.

It's not enough to make him snitch.

I have to take this. Um...

- excuse me for a second.
- Really, you have to leave?

Hey. Hold on one sec.

Got it. Bye.

Uh, your other phone was
ringing in your bag there.

Maybe you should check that out.

That phone goes off nonstop.

Yeah, I bet.

Uh, so the DA's office

is handing out ho phones these days?

- It's for CIs, Cooper.
- Mm.

Listen, I have to go, but, uh,

I'll see what I can
do about the case file.

Thank you.

♪ I'm the hottest nigga ♪

♪ Hustlin' in the streets ♪

♪ Taking over the game ♪
♪ And I always play for keeps ♪

♪ I don't never want to start it ♪
♪ But I always finish it... ♪

Whoo! Ha-ha!

That's you?

Yeah, man, I went from
a BMW to a Porsche, huh?

BMW? You ain't never drove a Beemer.

Listen, I was a Black Man Walking

before we started
working for Noma, right?

Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?

- You're a dumbass.
- Nigga.

- Yo, this shit is bad.
- Yeah.

What the fuck is your problem?

Relax, gangster, I'm seeing
if your phone is broke,

because I'm hitting your phone up,
and you don't hit me back.

- What's up with that?
- You ain't my nigga.

We do not need to call each other.

Listen, I just want to say
thank you for what you did.

- What did I do?
- Saved us all from when you took out Lauren.

Nigga, that's cap.

Who the fuck told you I did that shit?

It don't matter.

I know what you did.

But that body should have been
taken care of by your mans.

And when he fumbled the ball,
I thought I could count on.

Brayden's bitch ass, but I see

he sent a woman to do his dirty work.

Why you messing with someone
that put you in that position?

Nobody sent me.

It was complicated for Tariq
because that was his bitch.

And Brayden's actually loyal,
but ain't with the smoke.

So you did what needed
to be done for the team.

I respect that. You're
a real one for that.

Fuck out of here, Cane. Me and you?

We're not a team.

I did what was best for me,
and everybody benefited from it.

It was wrong, and I ain't want to do it,

but it is what it is, I guess.

Damn.

I should tell Tariq he
got a winner on his side.

No, he is not ready to hear that.

Seriously, Cane, don't say anything.

When the time is right, I
want him to hear it from me.

If you're so thankful,
that's how you can repay me.

Okay, I can do that.

But I'ma hit you later
and see how your little

confession or whatever goes.

That will not be necessary.

Can we get in here
and go to work, please?

'Sup, baby?

Okay, nice of you to join us.

- Fuck took y'all so long?
- Traffic?

Y'all ready for the new shipment?

Check your phone. I sent you
the receipt for the wire transfer.

Yeah, it should take about
24 hours to come through...

I am aware of how a wire transfer works,

you pale little gnome.

Okay, that was hurtful.
I was just trying to help.

Despite my doubts, you have
met our distribution quotas.

Thus far.

We will see what happens
in the next few re-ups.

What is this?

This is not our normal re-up.

Observant... you must be
the brains of the group.

This is in addition to
your re-up of product.

Glocks, AK-47s, silencers...

This is not what our
infrastructure's built for, okay?

We're built to move drugs, not guns.

You promised to replace
Mecca. This is what Mecca did.

So here we are.

Noma wants this gone ASAP.

I don't need to remind you what happens

if I come back here and
this is still here, do I?

- I can't hear you.
- No.

Much better.

What do we know about moving guns?

- That it's risky.
- And where does she even get these?

It's probably stolen.

Listen, I'm thinking
maybe we could pay Noma

with our money, and we just keep these.

You getting high on the
supply? We can't cover that.

Yeah, how about you just let
me and Dru handle the guns

while y'all handle shit on pussy street?

I'm sorry, I mean Wall Street.

A'ight, so let's go see
what we're working with.

What the fuck, man?
I don't wanna sell no fucking guns.

Hey, I knew your bitch ass
was gonna fold under pressure.

What the fuck you talking about?

You opened your big-ass mouth,
and now Cane knows what I did.

I didn't say shit to anybody.
Cane pressed me, but I held it down.

I don't know how the fuck he knows.

America, the land of opportunity.

Now, the question is,

is it truly the land of opportunity?

Okay, I'ma need some volunteers up her.

Ashley. Who else?

Okay, some more please. Thank you.

So I need you to form
a single file line.

Now, these cards that
Salim was handing out,

they represent the finish line.

Now, what I want you to do is write down

a life goal that you hope to reach.

- Thank you, Salim.
- You're welcome.

So Salim and I will call out a list

or privileges and disadvantages.

If one applies to you,
you will step forward

or backward towards your goal.

Does everybody understand?

Great.

Thank you, Salim. Thank you.

So I'm gonna start us off.

Take one step forward

if you come from a
two-parent household.

Two steps back if you don't.

One step back if one of your parents

have done jail or prison time.

Take one step back if your family

has ever relied on public assistance.

Ain't no shame in it. I've been there.

One step forward if you
attended private secondary school.

One step forward if you or
your family inherited wealth.

Take a step back if you
receive financial assistance

or got a loan to pay for your education.

Two steps forward if
your parents listed you

as the beneficiary to their
trust or life insurance policy.

One step back if you have
ever been sexually harassed.

This includes catcalling.

Take a step forward if one or both
of your parents completed college.

Now, look at where you landed.

Look around.

This is where you start

in terms of reaching your goals.

Now, the questions we've
asked have less to do

with your own achievements

and everything to do
with your family history

and the zip code you were born into.

Thoughts?

That just because I start off back here

- doesn't mean I end up back here.
- True.

But it does mean that I'm
gonna have to work hella harder

than Thomas, Jackie, and
Becca just to get what I want.

But that doesn't mean I don't
have to work hard to reach my goal.

Yeah, but can you acknowledge

that you have a head
start over the rest of us?

Right, like, look at how much less
you have to travel to get there.

Does that mean that my accomplishments

are any less valid because
I come from a good family?

- Hold up, are you for real?
- Seriously?

You really think wealth and privilege
define our families as good?

Well, I don't really want to
worry about what got me here

'cause it has nothing to do with me.

Okay, that's easy for you to say
considering where you're standing.

This... this shit ain't right.

Some bullshit.

You wrote "family" on your card.

Is that all you want?

Guess that I haven't really been able

to think about anything else.

Right now my only goal is graduating

so I can get the trust,

getting with my mom and my sister.

You know, once they good,

then I'm gonna take some
time to worry about myself.

What happens when they
burn through your trust?

How you gonna support them?

I haven't really figured that out yet.

I just know I want my
family to be safe, that's it.

When you're in this life,
your family inherits the risk.

You know that.

The only way to protect them is to quit.

Well, that's what you got in mind?

- That's what you gonna do?
- Yeah.

I'm only doing this to stack
and get through grad school.

The Stanford PhD robotics
program is 50 bands a semester.

Damn, 50 bands.

You really gonna go
to grad school in Cali?

Dead-ass going legit.

When I'm out, it's
new beginnings for me.

I'm sick and tired of looking
over my shoulder all the time

and justifying committing
felonies just to get paid.

Yeah, but you gotta do what
you gotta do for now, right?

I always do.

No one's gonna do it for me.
It's always been that way.

Not everybody accepts me for it, though.

Well, shit, if anyone gets it, I do.

I know how that shit feels.

I accept you.

- Do you?
- Yeah, of course.

I have to talk to you about something.

What's happening? Talk to me.

I...

Shit.

_

Shit.

I gotta be at my internship,

but what is it you had
to talk to me about?

Nothing.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

We'll talk later. Go.

All right.

Later.

- Hey, Papi.
- Hey.

It's all there.

Thanks, mamita.

Ah... no, I can't keep this up anymore.

- You're joking me, right?
- No, I'm not joking.

I don't want to do it.

I thought it was a one-time thing, Papi.

What, are you too good
now that you're Ivy League?

Don't do that. You know that's not it.

Papi, don't I get to
make choices about my life

- and what I want to do with it?
- You will,

but in time. Listen to me.

Right now, if Cane doesn't
give Noma her money,

she's coming after all of us.

So we are in this shit together,

whether you like it or not.

Family first.

Never forget how
I pay for all the school shit.

Whitman had the motherfucking audacity

to accuse me of murdering my own child.

Okay, we'll write it all down.

The harassment complaint
helps us discredit him.

The fact that he's pushing at
you harder will only hurt him.

He's playing right into our hands.

Yeah, easy for you to fucking say,

but my family is the
one who's being harassed.

What if we give Whitman
an alibi to throw him off?

Anything I say he'll think is cap.

That's why you're not going to say shit.

Diana will.

- Diana?
- What? Y'all two beefing.

Whitman has clearly been watching you.

He may know your family drama. It helps.

Yeah, but Diana?

She's the only Tejada
without a rap sheet.

To Whitman, she looks like a civilian.

He'll give her the time
of day, bare minimum.

And while he's being fed the alibi,

we'll break into his crib.

- Pardon me?
- I need every document he has on me.

And those'll be in his
apartment since he's suspended.

I need to know what he knows.

Be careful with this guy.

Okay? He's still NYPD.

If you get caught going against him,

they'll make an example out of you.

That's why you're gonna send someone.

I don't want this
shit coming back to me.

No, I'm sure there's
a long list of Tejadas

that can help you with that.

Pay 'em whatever you want out of that.

The rest is yours.

I mean, since you put it that way,

I may know a nigga that knows
some niggas in the B game.

You just get your shit
together on your end,

and I'll get my daughter on board.

I read that New Yorker piece on you.

It talked about closing the wealth gap.

If that's your true goal,
your strategy should be simple.

Invest with us.

We have the highest,
most consistent returns

on Wall Street.

So I've read.

And how exactly do you achieve that?

We hire the best.
Cutting-edge research, analytics,

and to be honest, my gut.

So you've got a golden gut?

Look, I know you could go with any firm.

We both know what you
bring to the table.

You're a rock star CEO,
like a Black Elon Musk.

You and I would be dynamic partners.

The Black Elon Musk.

Didn't he build his empire
from his daddy's apartheid profits?

I don't...

I think he would disagree with that.

But that's what makes your
success so much greater.

You're an example of just
how much people like you

can achieve on their own.

Interesting.

Tariq, would the late,
great James St. Patrick

be an example of how our kind of people

can pull themselves up
by their own bootstraps?

I think what Lucas was trying to say...

Yeah, I think... I think
we're... we're getting off topic.

RSJ, we're headed out this month

to scout an Italian tech company

that is about to blow up.

Unfortunately, now's not
the right time for me to invest.

Focusing more on my
real estate portfolio.

You know, when my dad passed
away, we were so broke,

all I inherited were good examples.

I heard you have an estate.

Do something smart with it.

You owe it to your old man.

What the fuck just happened?

I don't know.

I think you do.

- Come on, spit it out.
- I don't know.

I think treating him like he
was part of the Talented Tenth

was the wrong move.

What? What are you talking about?

He gave a commencement address at Howard

where he spoke about how
there's so many other people

just like him that are, you know,

just as good or maybe even better,

but they can't showcase it
because they have to deal

with institutional racism.

Well, where the fuck was this insight

before the meeting, buddy?

Look, I'm just an intern.

It's obvious you were
just using me as a prop.

And it's your job to show
me you're more than that.

Maybe this internship
isn't the right fit for you.

Wait, no, no, no, I
need this internship.

Then prove it. Turn this around.

If you can convince RSJ to sign with us,

you keep your internship.

Once he gets his eyes set on a goal,

it's either accomplish
the mission or die trying.

Yeah, but how the fuck am I gonna get

a multimillionaire mogul
nigga like RSJ on board?

I don't know. Do your homework.

- Dig up some dirt on him.
- Yeah, like Tate did with Sweeney, right?

Yeah.

- Fuck is this?
- _

Oh, fuck.

Okay, I'll go handle the servers.

Take care of that RSJ shit, all right?

- All right, man. Later.
- See you, bro.

Everything okay?

You gonna invite me in, or
I gotta talk from the door?

My bad. You can come in.

So what made you come by?

I wish things were different,
but shit just got real.

- I need a favor.
- Of course.

Shit hits the fan, and now
you need me for something.

This cop is on my ass about
this Carrie Milgram suicide.

He'll do anything to frame me.

And the more he looks into me,
the more our family's exposed.

- Well, then, did you do it?
- Does it fucking make a difference?

Are you with me or against me?

I was with you when I got
Papi out of prison, remember?

And look what that got me,
slammed around and choked out.

Diana, you...

look.

This Detective Whitman problem
is bigger than our issues.

He's a threat to all of us.

We need to discredit
him and destroy him.

Well, it's always been
family first with me.

But, Ma, the way you treated me,

you blamed me for Zeke's...
You blamed me for Zeke's death.

You hurt me, okay?

I can't even look at you the same.

I'm sorry, baby. I was grieving.

I shouldn't have never
treated you that way.

Is that what you need to hear?

It's a start.

Look, you could be mad at me,

or you could come back
and hold the family down.

You gonna help me or not?

Hey, product's selling out,

so you gonna need some more
weight at our next re-up.

You really came all the way out here

from Brooklyn to tell me that?

Shit.

So what's up?

Yo, come on, we're play cousins.

Technically.

- We're not blood.
- Come on, man, it's irrelevant.

I don't mix business
with pleasure, all right?

You and I, we gotta
keep it business, okay?

It's probably for the best.

My pops and my brother can't handle
me having a dude around anyways.

Oh, yeah? What's going on?

They feel that

my last relationship
distracted me from the biz.

Yeah, man, my brothers were the same

until I made them put
some respect on my name.

You just need to do the same.

The plugs just dropped
off a bunch of guns on us.

Everybody's worried
about how we'll move 'em,

but if I can get 'em off all at once,

they'll give me my respect.

- Yeah, what kind of guns?
- AK-47s,

Glocks, and silencers.

I know this crazy-ass white dude,
Abencio, from juvie.

He moved upstate and joined
some racist-ass militia,

but he's always asking me for shit.

I know for sure he'll want to buy 'em.

Sounds like he's
preparing for a civil war.

Well, who gives a fuck?

He not going bring that bullshit
to BK or Queens, all right?

And you want Uncle Renzo
and Cane to treat you like a boss.

Yo, those rednecks are assholes, though.
You need to be careful.

- Set it up.
- All right.

Fuck y'all doing?

Uh, just some business,
homey. I'm on my way out.

What's good, Uncle Renzo?

Give Evelyn my love.

You think you can move some
guns as fast as you move product?

Nah, man, selling hammers
is a different game.

- I got a handle.
- You got a handle?

Gordo is putting the
play in motion for us.

Some white boys in upstate.

They'll take the shipment.

I like it, get it all
off in one transaction,

and it's outside of our territory,

so we don't have to worry about them.

That's the play.

One hitch... they're fucking racists,

so we'll need a white
face to connect with 'em.

It's not a problem,
fellas. We got one of those.

I don't have any dirt on RSJ.

That brother's profile
is cleaner than Obama's.

Man, with all them donations
he's making to your opponents,

there's no way you telling
me you can't find one thing

to drag his name through the dirt with.

From my experience, all I can
tell you is he likes testing people.

I mean, he might put you in
some uncomfortable positions

to observe your reaction.

If you succeed, he'll rock with you.

Man, that nigga big
games. I hate that shit.

It's not really games, Tariq.
He's a shrewd businessman.

His donor list needs to be updated,

and the fact that he's actually
giving you the time of day

means that he wants something from you.

Yeah, but what the fuck could
I offer to a billionaire?

Figure that shit out. I
guarantee you it's something.

The game is to be sold,
not told, young brother.

And with that...

I'm gonna send you my, uh, IG.

Go ahead, click the link,

and donate a little something-something

to the Tate campaign, Mr. Kingpin.

Yeah, I really wish I could,
but I don't have it to give right now.

Oh, oh, don't worry about it.

I'll just, uh, make sure
that I make that meeting

with my new friend, Blanca Rodriguez.

Hold the fuck on.

What business do you have with the Feds?

After I lied on the stand
to save your Black ass,

she's been pressuring me
to help resolve her case.

- What case?
- I wish I knew.

I would love to tell you,
but I just don't have it right now.

You know what? I'll
fucking donate, okay?

- Fine.
- Weekly donations, five bands.

Send it in Bitcoin
to my private account.

Whatever. Tell me.

She's investigating the
murder of a Dante Spears.

You know anything about that?

Nah, never heard of him.

You heard of Bitcoin?

Send that bread, my nigga.

And the Tate campaign
appreciates your support.

I had to bend over backwards
for the Rollins case files,

so he better make it pay off.

Who bent you over?

Shut up.

I have to go. I have so much work to do.

What? You just got here.

Ugh.

So you're not gonna answer that?

- Excuse me?
- Your "CI" phone?

Are you seeing someone else?

Um, I'm not seeing anyone exclusively,

so if I were seeing someone else,
there's no issue.

Ah, so you are seeing someone else.

I'm leaving.

I could follow you, or...

Or you could just tell me.

I'm not fucking anyone besides you,

but this behavior makes me
want to fuck anyone but you.

Then tell me who's calling you

'cause I know you're
hiding something from me.

Let's go.

What the fuck is he doing here?

What the fuck are you doing here?

Last I heard, you were suspended.

Yeah, because of you, asshole.

Okay, okay, play nice.

I brought you two
together because hiding you

- from each other is too exhausting.
- This is your CI?

Yeah, and she's on my RICO task force,

so we're all just one big,
happy crime-fighting family.

This piece of shit is not to be trusted.

He doesn't do anything by the book.

I'm well aware of his history,
but he's in Davis's office.

He'll be able to learn where
all the bodies are buried.

This piece of shit will hand-deliver
substantial evidence, which proves

Davis MacClean's role as conciliary
to Tariq's criminal organization.

A key piece in proving our RICO.

Let's just put the bullshit behind us

and get some bad guys,

including Tariq St. Patrick.

I won't let you ruin this case or me.

I'll take you out before that happens.

I'm so glad this worked out.

_

Any more surprises we should know about?

Nope.

I want to help you, Lauren,
but you're gonna ruin this.

You have to stop calling
me for nonemergencies.

You left me in here with no Wi-Fi,

no family, and two cans of Spam.

I'm in hell.

If you want out so bad, get out.

- I can drop the case.
- Get out and go where?

What if that bitch Effie finds me?

And Cane and Brayden
are on the tape as well.

And Tariq runs the whole operation,

so how do you think they'll
feel about your reappearance?

So I can't fucking leave here.

And why is it that
I'm the one locked up?

That's fair?

It's not, but if you continue

to cooperate, I promise,
I will do everything

in my power to put them behind bars,

so you can have your normal life back.

While you suffer alone in WITSEC,

look at these murderers,

going on as if you never existed.

Wow, they're really
out there just living their best lives.

I hate them.

Put all that hate to good use.

I need help finding
evidence against them.

Is there any suspicious behavior
you remember about Tariq?

Or the Tejadas?

This is Zeke's aunt. I saw
her on campus with Tariq.

I didn't think anything of it then
because he used to tutor Zeke,

but when she showed up,
his energy did change.

Changed how?

He seemed nervous,

like he was trying to mask it from me.

I didn't hear the convo,
but by their body language,

it looked like she was giving him
orders and he was under pressure.

You know what, and then I took Tariq

to this low-key spot I knew about.

It was a roof on top of
a Stansfield building.

A few days later, I went
to meet him up there,

and I saw Zeke's cousin leaving.

Zeke's cousin? Who?

This one, Diana Tejada.

Did you ever see Cane on the roof?

No, just Diana.

This shit has to end now.

Yeah, well, tell Monet
the truth and end it.

Fuck you in my crib
demanding me to do shit for?

You forget I'm the real
head of this family.

I built this shit, me,

and my fucking instincts are
to always lead and protect.

Everybody knows that except you.

They're gonna catch on if
you keep shitting on my plans.

Yeah, well, I lead the family now.

You lost that right.

So why the fuck would I
be taking advice from you?

I'm not gonna stand by and
watch you hurt this family, Cane.

It's not gonna happen.

You almost destroyed this family.

Mom ain't been right
since you killed Zeke.

Now, I brought you that
guap, so you should be

on your fucking knees
thanking me right now.

If you were my fucking
son, I'd lift you up...

- You fucking what?
- Yes.

You what? I ain't a
fucking kid no more, Lorenzo.

So as soon as you realize that,

everything else will
be just fucking fine.

♪ I could be the one to upgrade you ♪

♪ And show you about all
these different flavors ♪

♪ Still I could be the
one to upgrade you ♪

♪ And show you about all
these different flavors ♪

♪ Baby, we could do it
big like the majors ♪

♪ Let me read you out... ♪

Okay, um...

maybe we should get back to studying.

- Studying.
- Yeah.

- Okay.
- Can you grab my water for me, please?

Of course, of course.

Thanks.

Did you really mean this?

Yeah, that's why I been busting my ass

at the candy shop and in school.

Well, if you want true independence,

maybe you need to reevaluate
your relationship with your family.

I know what it is when it comes to them.

- Do you?
- Yeah, I do.

Hm, 'cause I saw you spending
time with your brother,

and you been running errands
with your dad all the time.

What's up with that?

Shit's just complicated.

Complicated.

Look...

I don't want to keep pushing this,

but maybe parting ways with your family

might be the best thing for you.

Send me a copy of
the partial fingerprint report.

That's it.

Detective Whitman.

So what is it you wanted to discuss?

Um, I-I really shouldn't be doing this,

but I need to know the truth.

I need to know who killed Zeke.

All right, listen, I think
your mom killed Carrie,

and then she killed Zeke to silence him.

He came to see me, and
he had some questions.

Just like you.

You don't happen to have any info
linking her to her murder, do you?

No, she's way too good at what she does.

Look, I can't help you prove a murder,

but I can't let her
get away with it either.

What are you doing here, Diana?

She sent me here to lie to you.

Yeah.

But I have to think
about what's best for me.

I know where she keeps
a set of separate books

for the bar in her bedroom.

Well, that's money laundering.
I can work with that.

I'll need a copy of the books, though.

I'm not welcome in the house anymore.

Monet has made that very clear,

but can't you get a warrant?

No, I can't.

Could go in myself, though.

Do you know when Monet and
Lorenzo won't be in the house?

I can find out.

Good.

Look, when I get the books,
I'll need you to authenticate them.

I'll do it.

Btu please, you cannot
ask me for anything else.

If Monet really killed Zeke,
she won't hesitate to take me out.

You have my word.

I'll leave a key.

When you get to the house,
check under the back doormat.

But you have to watch out
for the security cameras.

They're only on the
outside of the house.

The books are in the bedroom closet.

Listen, it's not that
I don't appreciate it,

but why are you cooperating, Diana?

I was beginning to think that I needed
to cut ties with my family,

but then I realized Monet is the
cancer that needs to be cut out,

not me.

Lorenzo fucking Tejada.

It's an honor to meet you, my guy.

This idiot? He's your front man?

Yeah, listen, I'm
not fluent, but I do get "pendejo,"

so you know...

He can handle it.

I'ma need you not to fuck this up.

- All right.
- Yo.

Fellas, there's been a change of plans.

I'ma need y'all to
hold down Queens. We got it.

How you cutting me out
of my own deal, Cane?

You still get paid, okay?
Know we're making some money.

Just fall back.

Pops, you letting this shit slide?

Dru, we're gonna try
it Cane's way, okay?

Hey, be careful up there.

DEA has a CI embedded
in a white militia group.

He says that Gordo Castillo

is making a gun deal upstate tonight.

And you know that surveillance
of the Tejada penthouse

shows that license plates
linked to the Castillo brothers

were spotted in the area.

Wait, you think the Tejadas
are involved in the sale?

Guns? That doesn't sound like them.

Mecca used to move guns.

If they're continuing
to move his products,

it stands to reason...
Maybe they're into guns now.

Wait, Frank Castillo used to run
with Lorenzo back in the day.

If the Tejadas are connected to this,

it could be the hard evidence we need.

I'm gonna follow up
on it in the morning.

- You want to come with?
- No, you go.

I'm gonna focus on this new
tip I just got from Saxe.

Tariq, he said, is known to visit

a rooftop location on
the Stansfield campus.

I'll get an agent to mount
cameras and begin surveillance.

- Good luck with that.
- Thanks.

I apologize for before.

Tariq made me aware of how
I put my foot in my mouth.

I hope you didn't drag
me all the way down here

in that traffic for an apology.

No, I have a... have
a proposition for you.

I'm listening.

So you want to start construction
on a new shopping mall in Queens,

but there's a building
blocking that project.

Yeah, the QCP building
your father left you.

From what I was told,
it couldn't be taken out of the trust.

We actually got some
engineering reports in

that the building is
lacking structural integrity.

It's a shame.

It'll probably have to be torn down.

Yes, and since the building

is no longer suitable
for what it was intended,

per the trust, it can actually be bought

if a buyer is willing to buy at
a higher price than the market.

So if I sign with Weston Holdings,

- it's mine.
- Yes,

I believe in Weston Holdings
so much so, RSJ, that I convinced

the executor of my trust
to have it moved here,

which means I'll just
have a bigger pot of money

waiting for me when I graduate.

You just can't beat our returns.

Send the paperwork to my office.

You, tell me more about that
Italian investment opportunity.

Where do you know Gordo from?

Does it matter?

You know, the price you're
giving me for all this,

it's too good to be true.

- They hot?
- Listen, I came here to do business.

What the fuck's up
with the interrogation?

You want this shit or what?

When I get more, I'll
have Gordo hit you up.

No, fuck him. You're the real connect.

- I'd rather deal with you directly.
- Nah, hit Gordo.

- What'd you say your name was again?
- I didn't.

You know, I would help you
guys with the crates and all,

but bad back and shit, you know.

My chiropractor, she
probably wouldn't like it.

Enjoy.

Call around town.

I want the drop on our mystery man.

Yo, it's me.

There you go.

Nice doing business with
you. Now get the fuck out.

The fuck? I was gonna stay
here and count the money.

My man, you heard what Cane said, right?

Let's go, step.

Well, I see where Cane
gets his manners from.

Sorry.

Listen, I'm ready to get
out of here too, man, okay?

I feel like we're sitting ducks
here with these motherfuckers.

Okay, hold on, let me
count the money first.

A'ight. Hurry up, then.

I think he's alone.

Let's get him now before
the white boy comes back.

You all right? Let's go, let's go.

Move!

Yo, how you know where to find us?

I texted Dru, told him to follow us.

Bet you glad we ain't
stay in Queens, huh?

Oh, fuck, I got hit.

Oh, shit, a'ight, we gotta
get the fuck out of here.

Let's go, come on.

Come on, man, let's go.

I'll be right there.
I'll be right there.

Be right there. I'll be right there!

- How you doin'?
- Yeah, I'm all right, man.

- You all right?
- See, I'm good. I'm good.

Shit. Okay.

Okay, shh.

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Good enough.

Just gotta wrap it to make
sure it doesn't get infected.

You're lucky you only got grazed.

My adrenaline was pumping so hard,

I didn't even know I was hit.

Ah, for real?

Damn, and one of them got away.

You think he's coming back for you?

With the way you had
him running for his life,

no, he don't want that smoke.

I thought we weren't doing this.

You want to stop?

What made you bring Dru and Gordo?

I just thought about how I
would get an out-of-towner

if I caught them lagging in my hood.

Now we got enough money to pay Noma,

and we can find another
buyer for these guns.

She never has to know about it.

100% profit for you.

Nah, man, for us.

That moment by the truck...

if you didn't step up, push me
out the way, I'd be dead right now.

No matter what happens between us, Cane,

you still my firstborn son.

You know where I stand with that.

I will do anything to
protect my family, period,

when they're right or
when they're wrong.

I ride for them.

It's that simple.

Family first, huh?

My bad how I did you.

A'ight, we're good.

Your secret is safe with me.

Wait, what are...
What are you doing here? No.

911, please, someone
just broke into my house.

Please.

Oh, f... all right, okay.

Look, don't do this. I'm a fucking cop.

There's no way you get away with this.

Thanks for the advice,
but I'ma take my chances.

You tell that bitch
Carrie I said what up.

What the fuck?

Ma, you said the plan was
just to get him arrested.

You said you wanted to help the family.

Okay, but if I knew helping meant

becoming an accomplice to murder,
I would have said fuck no!

That's why I ain't tell your
ass the whole fucking story.

Now shut up and hit me.

- What?
- When 12 shows up,

you tell 'em he broke in the house,

I tried to stop him, he attacked me,

and I popped him, self-defense.

Do it!

Say less.

- Ma, you okay?
- Go jimmy the lock on the door.

It needs to look like a break-in.

- Go!
- Okay.

Oh, shit.

Oh...

I called 911, but he
kept coming towards me.

Thank God my mom was there.

She was able to get his attention,

but that's when he punched her.

She kind of fell back, and I guess

that's what gave her the
distance to shoot him.

I was so scared.

I wanted to help, but I froze up.

She had to shoot him.
He wasn't gonna stop.

We're gonna need you
to make a formal statement.

May I have a word with my client?

And come down to the station, possibly.

Ms. Tejada, I can only imagine
the trauma you've seen tonight.

Are you okay?

Are you fucking insane?

This is not what we planned.

I had to defend myself
and protect my family.

Yeah, well, you got into some deep shit.

Whitman was all the way in the wrong,

so you should be able to beat the case.

I know. It's called self-defense.

You're a bad bitch.

Look, you got something for me?

As a matter of fact, police file... no,

police file from your boy's apartment.

You'll get this after.

They're taking you into the precinct

for more questions... Diana too.

They'll keep you separated.

Not a word till I get there, okay?

I'll call Saxe for Diana.

Your stories line up,
you'll be home tonight.

Why wouldn't they?
Let's get this over with.

You signed RSJ, the billionaire?

'Riq, you did that?

Yep, I did that shit.

Tariq, that's amazing.

You know, the nigga's
actually pretty cool.

Hey, I was thinking,

you know, what we was
talking about earlier,

if I get my trust fund and shit
set up with my mom and sister,

then I could probably have a life

outside of this drug game shit.

You know, I was thinking maybe I could,

you know, pull up to Cali,
and kick it with you at Stanford.

I'd like that.

For real?

Me too.

Um, what was it that you
had to talk to me about?

I forgot.

For real, I'd leave
all my shorties for you.

Ah.

Beat it.

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Ma'am.

Agent Young, where's our CI?

He was transported out.
He's in critical condition.

In and out of consciousness.

He was shot in the back,
and the bullet traveled to his spine.

Okay, I need to question
him as soon as he's able.

Copy that.

Why you still standing
here? Get to work.

Morning, Ma. How you feeling?

I'm fine, baby.

Okay, good.

I'm glad you're safe, but you
cannot do something like that again.

I know, and I just didn't want
y'all wrapped up in my mess.

Yeah, well, you're welcome
to stay here as long as you need.

It's just until they say the
house is not a crime scene.

- Okay?
- Okay.

_

- MacClean.
- Yo, did you read this report you gave me?

I, um, skimmed through a few pages.

- Why, is there a problem?
- Big fucking problem.

It says Lorenzo Tejada's
fingerprints matched

the partial prints that was
found at Zeke's crime scene.

What the fuck was he doing there?

Do not jump to conclusions.

Don't do anything. I'll look into it.

You do that.

Hey, you okay?

You sure that cop
didn't hurt you, right?

No, I'm fine.

You get any sleep?

Nah, not really.

You don't have to worry.

That cop said they're not
gonna charge you with anything.

I got you.

I love you, Monet.

I love you too.

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