All language subtitles for Power Book II_ Ghost - 1x05 - The Gift of the Magi (PROPER.WEBRip-ION10, REPACK.WEB.1080p-VIDEOHOLE, REPACK.WEB.1080p-RMTeam).eng

Previously on Ghost...

I made this is in just a few hours

without even leaving campus.

We could make a killing here.
All I need is a supplier.

Make sure he does what we say.

If you don't, Tariq dies.

I know you're selling out there
to pay for Davis.

Ma, I'm doing what I need to do
to get you out, all right?

It doesn't matter what I'm doing.

You need to go get a gun.

Ghost and Tommy used
to have these dead drops

all over the city.

There should still be a gun
in one of those spots.

We have a new business
partner, Tariq St. Patrick.

What?

Monet sent you over here
to spy on me, didn't she?

You just show me how you do your
business, we can make this quick.

- You've got a partner?
- I don't.

I guess that's you.

Dru, I want you to be
careful with yourself.

Nobody's gonna have your back
like your family.

Jesus Christ, Riley,
what have you done now?

If you weren't a U.S. Attorney,

your mouthy niece would be
in Rikers Island right now.

- I'll do whatever you want.
- There is something you can do for me.

Eyes on the target.

Do not talk to him.

You have a really dark energy.

- Has anyone ever told you that?
- Nope.

Is the guy in the Strahan
jersey always such a dick?

He's shy, but don't worry about him.

Just worry about me.

Jabari, when's your
second book come out?

Came out already.

Came and went.

I'm currently hard at
work on my next novel.

What am I paying you for?

The spotlight has been on Tasha.

We're moving it over to Saxe.

We expose his malfeasance.

He gets thrown off the case.
The whole thing goes away.

You tell me a secret, then
maybe I'll tell you a secret.

I could tell you...

or I could show you.

Who's Diana?

- Synced and corrected by Firefly -
- www.addic7ed.com -

- * Happy birthday to you *
- _

* Happy birthday to you *

* Happy birthday dear Tariq *

* Happy birthday to you *

Right.

- Okay, blow.
- Yeah.

All right, get it, get it!

There you go.

Yes, yes!

My baby is 18.

- You grown now.
- Yep.

Yes, oh, I'm so proud of you.

Thank you, Grandma.

Okay, who's ready for some cake?

- Me.
- You know she is.

All right.

Hey. Sorry I'm late.

Baby girl.

Did I miss the cake?

There you go.

There you go. You're welcome.

W-what are you doing here?

What do you mean? It's our birthday.

Why wouldn't I be here?

I am so sorry.

Baby girl, I wasn't there.

I wasn't there to protect you.

I love you so much.

Ma, you're acting weird.

I love you too, um...

Did Tariq beat me home?

Oh, my God.

_

Hey, Ma.

Happy birthday, 'Riq.

Thank you. How you doing in there?

I'm-I'm good.

How 'bout you?

What are you doing today?

You know I wanna see
you on your birthday.

Yeah, I'm gonna come visit you,

but I gotta study for
this test I have to take.

So I gotta go right now.
I'll talk to you later.

O-okay. I love you.

Good luck on your test.

See you soon.

All right, love you.

You've gotta stop showing up here.

I know Davis sent you a subpoena

to testify at my recusal hearing.

You can't say anything
about me being at Truth

the night of St. Patrick's murder.

I'll be under oath.

If they ask, I have
to say you were there.

I have to say that someone

is blackmailing you
with that information.

At least you were smart enough
not to tell me who it is.

Tameika, please, don't do this.

You'll ruin my life.

It's not your life I'm concerned about.

Just drop the charges.

You know Tasha isn't the queenpin.

You know you are wrong.
This can all go away.

It's out of my hands.
I don't have a choice.

You are the U.S. Attorney.

Why the fuck is it out of your hands?

I can't tell you.

Right. I'm not your lawyer anymore.

You put me in this position.

I told you this would happen.

Cooper, if I get on that
stand, you are fucked.

You have to stop this train

before it runs you off the tracks.

Now get out.

Fuck.

Believe it or not,

there's a method to becoming
a savage in the game.

It's a skill.

To control a nigga,

you gotta always be able
to think ahead of him.

Whatever you say to him

should always lead him back to you.

Ma, I don't even know what that means.

It means a man doesn't
fall in love with you.

He falls in love with
the image of himself

that he sees in your eyes.

You make him think he's lit,
he'll always come back to it.

That's better than any drug we can sell.

It's about being a woman
in a man's world.

Men have certain advantages.

I'm teaching you how to
even the playing field.

You see how I got
Detective Ramirez on lock.

Ma, that's easy.

You sleeping with the caught-up nigga.

Listen, any thot can
give a man some pussy.

But if sex is the best thing
you think you have to offer,

then you underestimate yourself

and how much a man needs
a woman he can depend on.

That's the secret to control.

Doesn't look like he's under control.

It's all a part of the plan.

Get him hooked on it, then take it away.

Watch this.

Mo, stop playing. Open up.

That's the problem,
you think I'm playing.

You don't respect my boundaries,

so from now on, I'll call you
when I wanna see you.

What's the matter with you?

Let me come in, and
we can talk about this.

No, I have a business to run.

You think my world stops
because you show up?

- I never said that.
- Your actions say enough.

You show up here all unannounced

with nothing but hard
dick and bubble gum

and nothing to offer?

Why does everything have to
be transactional with you?

I just wanna see you.

Look, you're seeing me through the door.

I said what I said.

Fuck outta here!

What do Monet need to talk to me about?

What's the reason for this meeting?

She ain't say, all right?

All she said was to pick
you up and drop you off.

* Gotta bust until it click *

* Had to work to try the jug *

What's he doing over here?

He looking for you or
he just part of the fam?

Neither, he just a dirty-ass cop.

How come Monet trust a crooked cop?

Man, you know them niggas
is worse than regular cops.

Facts.

These niggas only come
around and take shit.

Your money, your freedom, or your life.

What's that cop taking from Monet?

He feeds us information

and keeps us from getting jammed up.

Hm, I know it's expensive

keeping a nigga like that on payroll.

How much he be taxing y'all?

What's up, Diana?

Tariq, I didn't know you were coming by.

Hey, what's up with your mans?

Who you talking about, Cane?

I'm talking about that bum-ass cop

you had parked out front.

- What?
- Chill out, bro.

Nah, fuck that. This my house too.

I wanna know why this nigga Ramirez

feels comfortable enough
to show up during the day,

where anybody could see him
and he fuck up our business.

Cane, you know we do not discuss

family business in front of company.

Ma, you're always talking
family first bullshit.

But it's starting to feel like
you're choosing outsiders

over your own fucking family.

Boy, you better fall back

before you say some shit you regret.

Hey. Come on.

Cane loses his place sometimes.

He's not a bad kid. He's just confused.

So is Dru.

I send him to your school,
and he comes back with this?

You have any idea who this could be?

Hey, Dru did this?

You know he drew it.

Who is it, Tariq?

I-I don't recognize him,
but maybe Zeke does.

I'm too busy writing Zeke's papers

and writing my papers and on top of that

moving your product, so honestly,

I don't have much time
to hang out with anyone.

All right, I'll ask Zeke.

_

I gotta get back to the city,

so if this is all, then...

Man, what the fuck do you want?

Tameika's been subpoenaed

to testify at my recusal hearing

by your lawyer.

Now, that sounds like a you problem.

Davis wants Tameika to tell the judge

how fucking dirty you are.

Why do you think your
mother fired Tameika, huh?

It doesn't matter.

All right, Tameika can't tell the court

anything that my mom told her.

Tameika told me that herself.

You can take this bullshit subpoena

and get the fuck outta my face.

Tariq, I told Tameika

I went to Truth the night
of your father's murder.

What?

Well, that's your own dumbass fault.

I didn't say anything to anyone.

Well, that's the problem. I
told Tameika someone saw me.

If she figures out it was you,

Judge Larkin is gonna ask why
you never mentioned it before.

She's gonna want you to testify.

I'm gonna have to cross-examine you.

Our whole little arrangement
will come out.

_

Ma, did you know Davis
subpoenaed Tameika?

Yeah, I know.

Her testimony's gonna help
get Saxe thrown off the case.

What if she figures out what
really happened that night?

I think it's too risky, Ma.

Our conversations were privileged.

So even if she wanted to,

technically there's
nothing she could say.

Well, she could say something
that places me at the scene.

- I saw Saxe at Truth that night.
- What?

Look, I've been blackmailing him

this whole time to help you.

but I was the only one
that knew he was there,

but when Tameika
stopped being his lawyer,

he told her that someone saw him.

You think they could
prove that it was me?

Tariq, why am I just
finding this out now?

Why didn't you tell me
this from the jump?

This is just like your father.

You promised me you would
never lie to me, and now look.

- Here we are.
- Ma, I'm nothing like Ghost.

All right, I wasn't lying.

I just didn't tell you
in order to protect you.

What? Now you even sound like him.

A lie of omission is
still a motherfucking lie.

Tameika already thinks
you are the shooter.

That's what you don't know, little boy.

She figured it out. That's
why I had to fire her.

So that's a lie of omission, too, then.

Ma, why didn't you tell me this?

Because it didn't matter until now.

Everything Saxe told her she could say

because it wasn't privileged.

If someone figures out when you saw him,

or why you saw him, it
messes up our whole timeline.

You'll be exposed.

We gotta keep Tameika off the stand.

She knows too much.

You need me to take care of her?

What?

No. No way.

You made a decision, and
now I'm making a decision.

I'll just tell Davis
to pull the subpoena.

You call no more shots
from here on out, okay?

I got us now.

I don't know why you
don't want a bubble tea.

It's really good. I mean,
are you off sugar?

That'd be great for your
skin if you can pull it off.

What?

Look, I-I don't want a bubble tea.

I want information
about Tariq St. Patrick.

Why?

Because I'm prosecuting his mother.

She claims to be broke,
but somehow can afford

the best defense attorney in New York.

Now, if I can prove Tariq
is funding her legal team

with dirty money, I can
shut down the whole defense.

Have you seen him, I don't know,

with any large lump sums of cash?

Just anything suspicious.

I did overhear him on the
phone with his grandmother.

She was asking him for money.

- That's interesting.
- I know, right?

Usually it's the other way
around with college kids.

Speaking of which, I
wanna get my nose pierced,

and I was wondering if...

But how did you get
close enough to hear Tariq

on the phone without him noticing you?

I've been spending the night
in his room a lot lately.

What the fuck?

You-you... You're sleeping with him?

Riley, I didn't tell
you to, ugh, do that.

In fact, I told you not to talk to him.

First of all, Uncle Nancy,
I'm a woman now.

I can sleep with whoever,
whenever I want to.

- It's just sex.
- Oh, God.

But it's not Tariq that I'm dating.

Apparently I'm not his type.

His roommate's my boyfriend, I think.

I mean, we haven't talked labels yet,

but I think it's going that way.

I mean, I'm more polyamorous
if I think about it,

but I could give monogamy a try,

like the olds, and see if I like it.

Can we just please just
stop talking about sex and...

Who... who is this guy?

Brayden Weston.

He's square, but he's rich, white,

privileged.

You'd like him. He's just like you.

Eh, except his roommate, Tariq,

is from a notorious crime family.

If Tariq is as badass as you say he is,

then I have the best seat in the house.

Fine.

Since you're already
spending time in the room,

I need you to start keeping tabs

on who comes to visit
Tariq and report back to me.

But this is important.

Don't talk to him.

Don't ask him questions.

Just observe and report.

Observe and report. You got it.

Now, some people also say that

O. Henry was satirizing love

by writing these characters as fools.

So what do you all think?

To be early is to be on time.

To be on time is to be late.

To be late is to be
forgotten, Mr. St. Patrick.

Yes, I know. Um, I apologize.

I had some family issues I
had to take care of earlier.

Well, the 15-page paper was
due at the beginning of class.

It's 25 pages now.

Both Jim and Della buy each other a gift

that ultimately seems
financially foolish,

because being poor, they cannot afford

to waste money on
things they cannot use.

I need you to retract the subpoena.

Wait, what?

Okay, Tameika's testimony

will reveal that Saxe
was working with you

to convict your husband,
which totally contradicts

his whole theory about
you being the queenpin.

Tameika knows every dirty
thing Saxe has ever done.

She knows where all
the bodies are buried.

Tasha, we need Tameika.

Hell, you need Tameika.

She puts the nail in Saxe's coffin.

He recuses himself,

I refile to get the charges dismissed,

and you... you could
go home the same day.

I am asking you, Davis, do
not put her on the stand.

And I'm telling you, she's testifying.

What? Hello, I'm the client.

And I'm the lawyer. You
wanna go home or not?

Tariq, listen, why is it
that we are the culture

where it's corny to be
smart or responsible?

Now, we as Black people must fight daily

to change that narrative.

You're right.

Look, I know you have
a lot going on with your mom

and your dad, but your behavior

reflects poorly upon us as
Black men on this campus,

and specifically me as your professor.

Now, I am responsible for you, Tariq.

Listen, you keep my parents
out of your mouth, all right?

Man, you need to do your job
instead of trying to be my dad.

I had a father, all right?
I don't need you.

Monet was pressing me
about some drawing earlier,

but I held it down.

I think she's trying to figure
out if you was, you know...

Yeah, nigga.

It's not no secret.

My whole family knows.

Monet's testing you.

Testing me for what?

She's trying to see who
you're loyal to, me or her.

Yeah, I shoulda seen that coming.

Yeah.

She looking at you
like you one of us now.

And that can be a gift or a curse.

Look out for yourself, Tariq.

Tariq didn't want to be
straightforward with me

about Dru and that drawing.

But he's willing to
send me to question Zeke.

He got some loyalty for Dru.

Right.

And Cane and Tariq will
never be able to get along.

So under these circumstances,
your brothers will never

be able to learn how
he's moving our product

or if it's even possible to cut him out

of the equation if we need to.

I'm leaning on you now, D.

You understand what I said before.

Get Tariq alone, get any
other chicks out of view,

and get me some information.

And don't get caught up.

I won't.

Let me get the whole
row of Hennessy Black.

V.S.O.P., and regular Henny.

And let me get a few
bottles of Hpnotiq too.

Who the hell drinks Hpnotiq?

You mix the brown with the blue,

and you get the Incredible Fucking Hulk.

That shit'll put you on your ass, baby.

I'm throwing Tariq the party of the year

where "Henny-thing" is possible.

So how are you gonna keep
the surprise from Tariq?

Okay, Tariq will never find out.

He's hardly ever at school anyways.

- Yeah.
- Really?

So his parents are spending

all this money on tuition

and he's just blowing his opportunity?

No, I-I didn't mean it like that.

Like, he goes to class and
he handles his schoolwork,

but he just... he just goes
missing sometimes is all.

And that's not weird to you?

I mean, your best friend

just vanishes into
thin air like an X-Man.

Tariq just has a lot more on his plate

than the average college student, okay?

He's probably just going
to therapy or some shit.

So you really don't have

any idea where he's going.

Whatever he does with
his time is his business,

and I respect his boundaries.

Well, you should respect his boundaries

and cancel the party.

I mean, he doesn't want to celebrate it.

Riley, you're really being
a buzzkill right now.

Oh, what up, man?

Yo, Zeke! You know about this spot too?

These niggas don't even card me.

Yeah, it's cause you look old as fuck.

This my boo, Riley.

- Hey.
- Pleasure to meet you, love.

Okay, so I'm throwing
a party for Tariq tonight

if you wanna roll through.

You know, bring some
guys from the ball team

- and some thotties you know.
- Oh, I go to parties for new thots,

not my old ones.

Why bring sand to the beach?

If you wanna roll through,

you know, it'd help me out a lot.

I need a little help.

I need to make this as fun as possible.

- I got you, man.
- Yeah?

- Just need some girls there.
- I got you, man.

- You sure, yeah?
- Don't worry about it.

Hm.

Look, brother,

you know I ain't got
nothing but love for you.

We started from the bottom together.

And once these white boys

messed up and let us in the door,

we made a shit ton of money together.

But my clients are more...
mainstream now.

That's great, okay?

You're gonna have more access
to mainstream media platforms

and other connections.

Now, I was thinking...

L-listen, listen.

You're right about the connections.

But they're letting me
rep white writers now.

So if I bring your content
to the higher-ups,

it's gotta be twice as good.

All right, we don't get
to fuck up like this.

Understand?

I assume you didn't even read it.

Let me guess, you had your assistant

skim over it for you, is that right?

Perhaps if it was like your first one,

which felt more real,
rather than the second one.

- It was misunderstand.
- Shit, it was a flop.

Well, the royalties from my first book

should be more than enough money

to buy you some more
fancy fucking suits.

I simply came here to warn you

that if your next book doesn't sell,

I'm gonna have to let you go, brother.

So it's like that, brother?

Excuse me.

What are you doing here, Tariq?

Your T.A. Melissa said
I could find you here.

Do you have a second to speak?

Yeah.

Look, I'm sorry for my
disrespectful remarks

and behavior earlier.

I know the best apology
is changed behavior,

so I won't be showing up
late to class anymore.

I also got those 25 pages done for you.

Accountability breeds responsibility.

I respect that.

Thank you.

Ma, how'd it go with Davis?

Not that great, Tariq.

He says that we need Tameika to testify,

that once she tells the
court how dirty Saxe is,

I could come home.

So we let her testify, and
then I just take whatever...

whatever happens to me, right?

No, no, Tariq, if...

Ma, you don't understand.

If Tameika could help you come home

and I have to stand up,
I'm gonna stand up.

I'm ready, Ma.

Tariq, I want you to go talk to Tameika.

Convince her not to take the stand.

What if she won't listen to me?

Make her listen.

Tariq, what are you doing here?

Can I talk to you? It's
about my mom's case.

Come in.

Can I get you something to drink?

This is a long subway
ride from Stansfield.

Yeah, um, water would be fine.

I'm fine, thank you.

Ms. Washington, I'm-I'm gonna need you

to not testify tomorrow.

Tariq, I don't know if Davis explained

this part of the case
to you, but my testimony

will help your mother's case.

It might even help her go home.

Yeah, she told me that, but I'm afraid

something else might happen too.

We both are.

What are you afraid could happen?

I have to tell you something,
Miss Washington.

Something I never wanted to tell anyone.

The night my father was killed,

I saw Mr. Saxe at Truth.

And you told him you saw him?

I did.

I thought I could make
him help my mother.

I think we both know he tried.

But if you take the stand tomorrow

and... and tell everyone
that he was there,

it could come out that I saw him there.

And then I'll have to say

the rest of the things I saw that night.

I'll have to say Tommy
Egan killed my father.

Your mother already said that in court.

Yes, but she's in a woman's jail.

He can't get to her.

I'm out here by myself. I'm alone.

That makes sense, Tariq.

But can you answer something for me?

Where exactly did you
see Cooper and when?

Why does that matter?

I don't think he killed my father.

I don't think he did either.

Tameika, I need to talk to you.

I'm gonna get rid of him. Wait here.

Come on, I know you're in there.

Your car's out here.

I know you're in there!

Why does everyone know my home address?

Look, I need to talk
to you about my client

and your testimony tomorrow.

This isn't a good time.

Okay, you're my witness, right?

And you testify in the morning, correct?

We don't have another
time. Tameika, let me in.

This isn't a good time.

Who's in there with you?

No one.

You don't lie that often, do you?

You need practice. Is Saxe in here?

- Davis. Davis...
- No, is Saxe in here?

I know y'all are up to something, huh?

What, is he trying to get you
to change your testimony?

Saxe. Saxe!

Okay, no one's here.

As I said.

Look, I'm-I'm sorry,
but something fucked up

is going on with my case,
Tameika, all right?

Why doesn't Tasha want you to testify?

Sit down, Davis. We need to talk.

Shit.

_

* She like the way that I dance *

* She like the way that I move *

* She like the way that I rock *

* She like the way that I woo *

* She let it clap for a nigga *

Surprise!

Hey, 'Riq!

Up to it, down to it...

Fuck those who don't do it.

Drink, motherfucker, drink.

- Cheers.
- What the fuck?

Bro, you serious?

That was my bad. That was my bad.

- Trace, sit the fuck down.
- Sorry.

Trace, sit down.

Forgive my drunk-ass brother.

There's a bathroom upstairs

if you wanna go wash yourself off.

Bro, teach him how to
hold his liquor, all right?

Next time that happens,
he's getting these hands,

and I'm serious.

He was about to kick your brother's ass.

Trace just doesn't know his limit.

If he asks you for any
more liquor or pills,

just ignore him.

He's done for the night.

Tariq was overreacting.

Why does he have to be so rude?

Aren't his parents rich?

Like, he doesn't have
to pretend to be a thug.

Hey, what do his parents
even do for a living?

That's enough.

Why are you so obsessed with him?

I'm done answering
questions about Tariq.

I'm gonna go check on him.

Can you just fill this up, please?

Thank you.

* For all the times
we had to face time *

* Free D-Nice, he doin' state time *

* If you need the glizzy,
you could take mine *

* Please don't come out your mouth *

* You know I'm like that
I'll make a movie like TNT *

* Glock-30 on me, ask
who really want it *

* I bet I air it like BNB *

* Nappy Blue wildin' in my section *

* And I keep that .38 for the weapon *

* Remember when I came
home from corrections *

* All the bad bitches in my direction *

* She like the way that I dance *

* She like the way that I move *

- Ma.
- I talked to Davis.

She's still gonna testify.

I let you down, Ma. I fucked up.

No, you didn't. You couldn't.

This is my fault.

I put too much on you.

She didn't believe me.

I wanted to do what you told me to,

but at least you're
getting out now, right?

I got it from here.

You go on ahead and be 18.

Well, I could still come visit you.

No, Tariq.

I want you to go have fun.

Happy birthday, baby.

Yes, I need to leave a message
for Davis MacLean.

This is Tasha Green.

Tell him...

tell him I don't want
my case to go to trial.

Tell him...

Lights out in five minutes!

I want to take a deal.

- Yo, 'Riq!
- Yo.

Happy birthday, bro.

Happy birthday, B-day boy.

Appreciate it. Thank you, man.

Where the fuck are you going?

I gotta get outta here,
man. I got shit to do.

No, this is your party, nigga.

Unless you got some pussy lined up,

why the fuck would you leave?

I guess I could stay a little longer.

I got you. Don't even worry about it.

What's up, girls?

Ah, uh-uh. Y'all can go.

Dismissed, bye.

Come on with your cock-blocking ass.

Whatever. They was trash anyway.

Ugh.

- Hey, Tariq.
- What up?

What you doing over
here? Monet send you?

No, I came 'cause it's your birthday.

Why didn't you tell me about it earlier?

I woulda got you a gift or something.

I ain't too big on birthdays, honestly.

What type of nigga don't
celebrate their B-day?

I mean, to each his own, I guess.

So you not gonna offer me a drink?

Help yourself.

Fine.

I'll make my own drink, Tariq.

But come keep me company
so Zeke's teammates

don't try to talk to me.

Them thirsty-ass niggas be all over me.

Hey, yo, Ev. I didn't know you was here.

- What's up?
- What's up, my nigga?

What's up, bro?

What were you just doing?

I was doing this.

When I should be doing that.

When did writing become so hard, Carrie?

You know my agent cried the
first time he read my book.

I did too.

- I should go.
- No.

Just stay.

Maybe order some sushi.

From the place that we love so much.

That place that actually cooks the fish.

And then maybe

we could talk about my book.

I have to go.

Just...

Just write what's in front of you.

Your first book worked

because you didn't make anything up.

You.

You are in front of me.

Okay?

You can't write about me.

And you definitely can't write about us.

You keep pulling me back
in. I always give in to you.

I'm not gonna fall for it again.

You need to find another story.

Yo, did you notice Dru left
and never came back?

I didn't. I'm not his keeper.

But when did he become
your concern, though?

I'm just saying this
ain't the hood, all right?

Cops will lock you up for
driving around Black out here.

Detective Ramirez gave us PBA
cards for situations like that.

We good.

I'm saying, though,

suppose he went to go serve somebody.

He ain't come back. You do the math.

Not even a PBA can save you
if you got product on you.

A'ight.

We should go find him then.

- Hi.
- What's up?

- Got that for you.
- Thanks.

Yeah. It's really good.

- Hi.
- Hey, Lauren.

What's up?

I don't know. But you said you saw him.

You said you saw him leave.

I mean, I saw him walk out,
but I don't know where we went.

'Riq. 'Riq.

- What up?
- My advice worked.

I didn't even invite her.

Here, loosen up.

You might get lucky tonight, bro.

She fucking wants you.

Tariq.

Hey, Tariq.

What up?

Who's your friend?

Um, Lauren, this is Diana.

She's Zeke's little cousin.

Ziana.

Nice to meet you, Lauren.

She's actually looking for her brother.

Did you see Zeke out
there talking to anyone

while you walked in or not?

Nope, I haven't seen him.

Hey, can we talk in
private for a second?

- Yeah.
- Come on.

If the feeling is mutual...

then you would show it.

Look, I wish it was that simple,

but basketball makes life a
bit more complicated for me.

- Wow.
- Soon you'll understand.

I understand, I understand
you a scary-ass motherfucker

who's trying to pretend
to be something he's not.

Hey, what's up? You must be Diana.

I am. And who the fuck are you?

- This is Everett.
- I'm just a fan of Dru's art.

We had class together.

He was drawing my tattoo.

I promised I'd make
him my official tat man

when I get to the NBA.

My nigga, are you for real?

Diana already knows the deal.

You're the only person who
thinks it's a fucking secret.

You're on the same basketball team

as my cousin Zeke, right?

Zeke's your cousin?

Everett, don't worry.

She's not gonna tell him anything,

and neither am I.

Ev. Ev!

Ev!

Professor Milgram.

Zeke.

How are you?

I'm good.

Can I sit?

Sure.

I ain't know you wore glasses.

Well, I usually don't.
They're just for reading.

They look good on you.

Um...

so what are you doing here?

I mean, shouldn't you
be at a frat party?

Actually, I just came from one.

Not feeling it tonight, though.

Thank you.

What do you mean?

You know, it's the same
girls at every party

waiting for their chance to say
they messed with someone

that's going to the league.

Hmm.

You never know who trying to play you.

You know, are they
interested in talking to me

because they wanna know me?

Or the idea of what I could become?

I must say, I'm surprised.

Most... most of the athletes I advise,

they... they relish the attention.

I ain't gonna lie, in high school I did.

I was all about getting girls and clout.

Now it's like there's a heat lamp

on me everywhere I go.

I'm a walking lick.

A what?

Basically,

I'm another individual's
opportunity to come up.

Um...

so what does your mom
say about all of this?

Oh, we don't talk about all that, yeah.

I moved in with my aunt
when I was in high school,

and I can't really talk to her
about it either, though.

You know, she just
wants me to stay focused

on getting to the NBA.

No distractions.

Your dad?

He wasn't around.

- I'm sorry.
- It's all good.

Can't miss someone you never met.

You can still have
feelings about it, though.

_

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

You're a lightweight.

Nah, I really just don't drink.

You know, growing up, I saw
how it affected my father

and made him lose control,
and I made a promise to myself

to never be like him.

I used to drink lean, but I
don't do that anymore either.

Why you look so pretty tonight?

It's for my birthday?

Yeah, and I shouldn't even be here.

What you mean? Why not?

You most definitely should be here.

You know, you deserve way better

than that fuck boy Malcolm.

You know I'm right.

Whoa. What's the matter?

You're drunk,

and I don't want it to be like this.

Uh-uh, no, I'm fine.

You okay?

Tariq?

Tariq!

Yeah.

- Yo, yo.
- Oh, hey.

Are you okay?

Hell, do you need somewhere
to live or something?

Like, fuck, you're always here

just bugging the shit outta me.

Did you run away from home or some shit?

Damn.

Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho. What's going on?

Why were you in my room?

Um, Tariq's passed out on your bed.

Oh, shit. You put it on him that hard?

No wonder my brother can't
stay off you for five minutes.

Excuse me. I was just checking on him.

Why don't you check on this?

Ain't no fun unless the bros get some.

You know you're a total clich�, right?

Gross.

Oh.

Wakey-wakey, kid!

Come on, get the fuck
outta my room, dude.

First you fuck my brother's girl.

Now you're gonna sleep in my bed?

Nah, get the fuck out.

- Fuck you, man.
- Yeah, happy birthday, bitch.

I should be heading home.
It's later than I thought.

_

We shouldn't be doing this.

Hey, are you all right?

- Get the fuck off me!
- What the fuck?

Chill out. I'm trying to help you.

Don't tell me to chill, all right?

I told you I didn't want no party, man.

Man, get the fuck outta my face.

What are you doing out here by yourself?

Minding my business.

What's your problem?

I'm good.

I just wanna be left alone, all right?

I respect that.

See you later, all right?

- All right.
- Later.

"Sacrificing your greatest treasure

without thinking about the consequences

and focusing instead on
making another person happy

may not make sense
to the average person,

but I believe sacrifice
for the people we love

is part of life.

It's supposed to be.

It's not something to regret.

It's something to
which we should aspire.

Sometimes it's the only
thing to be proud of.

The only thing we've done right".

"Sacrificing your greatest treasure

without thinking about
the consequences..."

"And focusing instead
on making another..."

Riley, you okay?

Uncle Nancy, I fucked up.

I was asking Brayden
a bunch of questions

about Tariq like you told me to.

Oh, my God, I love you,
but you don't listen.

I said observe and report.

I didn't tell you to ask anything.

You were asking for more information.

And Brayden was clamming up,

so I thought that maybe if
I gave him some Zolpidem,

then he'd tell me some more information.

What, you drugged him?

I didn't drug him.

I drugged Tariq.

God, Riley!

No, no, no. That's bad, bad.

And now he's, like,
wandering around drugged,

Uncle Nancy, and it's,
like, all my fault,

and he left campus.

Wh... how do you know?

Well, I might've, while
he was passed out,

made it so that his cell

can share location with my phone.

I can track him in real time.

You... you've violated his civil rights,

like, 18 different ways, Riley.

If anyone finds out, I'll be arrested.

- I'll deserve it.
- I was trying to help.

Just... where is he now?

Raina.

Happy birthday to us.

I thought...

killing Ray Ray would
make me feel better.

But, Raina, I'm still hurting.

I'm still hurting 'cause
I can't bring you back.

That shoulda been me.

It shoulda been me.

No, you should be here,
celebrating your birthday.

Look, I won't let anything happen

to Ma or Yas now, okay?

I got them, I promise you.

Just save a spot up there
for me, all right, big head?

You lied to everyone

and asked for the truth.

That's something you've
never given anyone.

Ma's in jail because of you.

She's in jail 'cause she took the weight

that you never would.

You were in the way.

And I had to.

I had to do it.

You're the only one who understands.

I did what you would've done.

Raina.

Fuck, bro, you got some shit
you wanna get off your chest?

Yeah, bro. You owe me a fucking apology.

For what?

"For what?"

Bro, you had no idea what I went through

to put that party together.

And I tried to get you laid.

I wasn't in the right
state of mind, bro.

That drink you gave me fucked me up.

And I tried to find you,
and you disappeared, okay?

You're ungrateful for everything I do.

The app wouldn't be shit without me,

and you don't even give
me that fucking respect.

Yo, is this Riley or
you talking right now?

Okay, fuck you, bro.

Don't try and make this about her.

This is about you treating me
like we're not fucking boys.

You're always hiding shit
from me and disappearing.

I mean, that's super fucking sus, bro,

and you know that shit.

Listen.

It's better off you don't know
what the fuck I'm into.

If the cops come and grab me up,

you're gonna be the first
person they interrogate.

Okay, and how the fuck
am I supposed to know

what to say to them if
I don't know why the fuck

I'm being interrogated, Tariq?

You gotta let me know
if I'm in harm's way.

All right, listen.

You're right, bro.

You're right. My bad, okay?

From now on, I'ma keep
it a buck with you.

Only thing you need to know
is that there's this family

from Queens, and they're running shit.

What family?

It's Monet and Lorenzo.

They're the parents and the plugs.

They've got their kids in this business.

Dru, Cane and Diana.

Dru.

Is that Zeke's cousin who I met here?

Yes.

But Zeke, he don't know about this shit,

and it needs to stay that way.

All right.

Cane is the nigga you
need to worry about.

He's the shooter.

All right, look,

Lorenzo's the king.

Monet's the queen.

Cane is the rook.

Dru is the knight. Diana's the bishop.

Now if you can't reach
me for whatever reason

and one of them come
here asking about me,

you knock over the right piece.

Now if it's an emergency, you knock over

every piece on the board, all right?

It's like we got our own
Bat Signal or something.

Yep, and you Robin.

Fuck you, bro. Robin's cool.

And then Dru said something

about him and Everett
taking a art class together.

Well, Stevie Wonder could see

that Dru got a nigga up at that school.

The boy never wants to leave the place.

But that's not what I
sent you up there for.

What did you find out about Tariq?

Ma, he wouldn't talk to me.

I tried.

You played him too close.

You let your emotions
cost us the advantage.

But, Ma, I tried it your
way and it didn't work.

That nigga shitted on me,
but I got the last laugh.

He had a piece.

Oh, my God.

Of course he was carrying a gun.

He's gonna notice it's missing,

and guess who he's
gonna come looking for.

You just created a problem.

You need to smarten up,
or you will never survive

out here without me.

Now go to your room.

Go! Get outta my face.

He's clean.

Why did you lie to me to protect Dru?

Never act before you
know the lay of the land.

And also, I ain't touch your daughter,

even though you sent her
up to find shit about me.

Which one of my children
can I trust the most?

Me.

My nigga.

Yo, I don't know what
you think you doing

running around here ass naked.

Cane, give him your burner.

What? Fuck no.

Boy, don't make me repeat myself.

I said what I said.

The little nigga probably
don't even know

how to use the motherfucker.

Thanks, Cane.

Yeah, fuck you.

Happy birthday, Tariq.

You always have a home here with us.

Come on.

I stopped Tameika from testifying.

I was hoping for a thank you.

What's the play here, Davis?

Are you backing off the recusal?

No, I think I got a better play.

Tameika told me you were seen at Truth

the night of James St. Patrick's murder.

Yeah, imagine.

The sitting U.S. Attorney

of the Eastern District of New York

lying to the NYPD, plus
filing a false report.

And for what?

To hide that you're
witness to this murder?

Or worse?

Drop the charges against my client,

and this all goes away.

Hmm.

You know, that's, uh...
that's funny because

your client doesn't want
me to drop the charges.

She wants to take a plea.

How do you know that?

Guards overheard her making
a phone call last night,

and, uh, I know why.

Ma's in jail because of you.

She's in jail 'cause she took the weight

that you never would.

You were in the way.

And I had to.

I had to do it.

I did what you would have done.

Tariq...

shot his father.

Not Tommy Egan.

Tasha lied to protect him,

which is why she now
wants to take a plea

to make this all go away.

She's afraid the truth will come out.

That shit's inadmissible as fuck.

True.

But now that I know what
to look for, I'll find it.

You'll never get this in,

and I can still call
Tameika as a witness

and prove you've got your own agenda.

So we're at an impasse.

Or an opportunity.

What do we both want?

Or rather, what's in
the interest of justice?

Tasha's not the queenpin.

She's not.

And you didn't kill James St. Patrick.

I did not.

So if I back off the recusal

and we go to trial...

we work together.

I get Tariq to take the stand,

and on cross, you do your job.

So Tasha goes home.

And the real killer goes to jail.

She won't be happy when her
son is convicted of murder.

He'll be tried as an adult now.
He might get the needle.

He's not my client. I don't care.

When Tasha's acquitted,
I'm in the win column.

Is it a deal?

In the interest of justice...

it's a deal.

Tariq St. Patrick's going to jail.

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This episode is called,
"The Gift of the Magi".

And it's about that short story,

about two people who
give each other a gift.

I loved this, because it really became

about Tariq and Tasha,

giving each other a gift,
that the other one can't use.

I saw Saxe at Truth that night.

Look, I've been blackmailing
him this whole time to...

When Tameika stopped being his lawyer,

he told her that someone saw him.

We gotta keep Tameika off the stand.

I got it from here.

I want you to go have fun.

Happy birthday, baby.

She's trying to love her son,
through the wire.

And it's very hard.
He is very much alone.

Tameika knows every dirty
thing Saxe has ever done.

Do not put her on the stand.

And I'm telling you, she's testifying.

It's the smartest thing
Davis could've done.

And yet, Tasha's fighting
against her own attorney,

in an attempt to save her son,
which is so sympathetic.

Convince her not to take the stand.

What if she won't listen to me?

I don't think Tasha thinks she's
got a lot of choices, you know.

Make her listen.

But in her attempt to save her son,

she asks him to commit
another capital crime.

I mean, it's so... it's so our show.
That's what we do.

I need you to start keeping tabs

on who comes to visit
Tariq and report back to me.

You got it.

Riley and her uncle are
cut out of the same cloth.

He should leave things alone,

but he doesn't.

And it's actually a disaster
for Tariq, that she got this far in.

I drugged Tariq.

God, Riley!

No, no, no. That's bad, bad.

If there's anyone who
doesn't believe that Saxe

is fool enough to do this,

you haven't been paying attention.
'Cause Saxe is this guy.

He is the guy who messes things up.

That's why his brother says
that to him, in episode one,

you probably already made
the bonehead move,

that's gonna get you humiliated.

He had.

Tariq looks at Ghost's
grave and he says,

you're the only one who
understands why I had to kill you.

And that is so sad.

I knew what was gonna
happen and I still cry.

I think everybody can
relate to loneliness,

like, deep spiritual loneliness.

That's where Tariq is.

Now, putting Saxe there,

that's just me being, you know, me.

I wanted to drive the season to,

what is going to happen next?

You know, the stakes have
gotten higher than ever.

So, we'll see what happens next.