All language subtitles for Power S03E01_track3_[eng]

Previously on "Power"...

Greg: | saw them talking
at Angela's apartment.

Man: She's filed a formal
harassment complaint, Greg.

You're suspended,
effective immediately.

- What are you doing here?
- You sold me out

because you know
your boyfriend's dirty.

You know he's Ghost, right?

Man: He's going down, Angela.
You're going down with him.

I'm gonna leave town with the kids.
| want you to come with us.

- Shawn: Is it true?
- Is what true?

Have you been using me this whole time
to get revenge on Ghost?

You don't deserve to be my son.

Woman:
This is my fault, ‘Keisha.

This the gun you used to kill
your own son?

He wasn't my son no more.
He was your son.

Why would somebody
break in here to start a fire?

Nobody broke in here.
Somebody broke out.

It's you and me, Tommy,
just like it's always been.

What else | got to do
to prove my loyalty to you?

Tommy, Ghost sent me away.

| didn't want to leave you.
He made me go.

My brother's gone, so I'ma do
your lyin’ ass a favor and take over.

I'ma distribute for Lobos
from now on.

There is no more business.

Man: Keeping them alive
was too risky.

There ain't nobody left.

Angela: Lobos, his whole New York
syndicate is dead or missing.

- | heard.
- | can't be with Ghost.

Angela, Ghost is dead,

but James St. Patrick is real.

(speaking Spanish)

Tomas, | need you to do
something for me.

Kill Ghost.

f They Say this is a big, rich town J

- | just come from the poorest part f

S Bright lights, city life,
| gotta make it J

This is where it goes down J

f | just happen to come up hard J

~ Legal or illegal, baby,
| gotta make it J

- | never took
a straight path nowhere J

I Life's full of twists and turns,
bumps and bruises J

f | live, | learn, I'm from that city full
of yellow cabs and skyscrapers f

J It's hard to get a start
in these parts without paper J

- Homie, | grew up in hell,
a block away from heaven J

~ That corner every 15 minutes,
they moving seven Jf

f Pure snow, bag it,
then watch it go J

f Occupational options,
get some blow or some hos J

~ Shoot the ball or the strap,
learn to rap or to jack J

~ Fuck it, man, in the meantime,
go 'head and pump a pack Jf

? This my regal, royal flow,
my James Bond bounce Jf

J That 007,
that's 62 on my count f

~ I'm an undercover liar,
| lie under the covers J

~ Look a bitch in the eyes
and tell her, baby, | love ya J

f You're my inspiration,
you're my motivation J

~ You're the reason that
I'm moving with no hesitation J

I They say this is
a big, rich town J

- Yeah, I just come from
the poorest part J

¢ Bright lights,
city life, | gotta make it

This is where it goes down J

- J Oh, yeah J
-J Yeah J

f | just happen to come up hard J

~ Legal or illegal, baby,
| gotta make it J

- (music playing)
- (crowd chattering)

£ Do you recall not long ago [

JS We would walk
on the sidewalk? J

~ Innocent, remember? J

< All we did was care
for each other... J

Wow, look at this crowd.

Jamie, this is amazing.

~ All around the wind blows J

f We would only hold on to let go J

JS Blow a kiss, fire a gun... f

- (dance music playing)
- (chattering)

You must be happy with this, right?

I'm happy with you.

There's so much to get done,
you know?

There's a whole list at this club
and the two other ones.

And you'll do it.

| have faith in you.

~ What will we do
when we get old? J

~ Will we walk down
the same road... J

| wish | could stay right here with you,
baby, but, uh, | got to get to work.

All good. Go on.

Go make me some money.

~ All around the wind blows J

f We would only hold on to let go J

- Blow a kiss, fire a gun I

< We need someone to lean on I

- Blow a kiss, fire a gun I

Holly: We going out?

Bell's growing so fast.
| need to grab some food for her.

- You're not coming with me, babe.
- Why not?

Oh, you don't fuckin’ trust me,

even though everything I said
about Ghost was true.

This ain't about trust.
| ain't taking you, Holly.

It's called plausible deniability.

You can't tell nobody what you didn't see,
in case you get picked up again.

Fuck you, Tommy.
You stay out of trouble,

nobody will have a reason
to pick me up.

Stay out of trouble.

That's the point.
We both stay out of trouble.

Say | get nicked
and you're with me, baby.

Who brings the fucking bail money?

(cell phone vibrating)

What up, J?

Now?
Yeah, | got something to do.

You know what? Forget it.
I'll meet you downstairs.

Was that Julio?
What's goin’ on?

- | just want to help.
- If you want to help,

I'll give you something to do,
but not this.

For now, just go get
the goddamn dog food, okay?

(door opens, closes)

(men arguing in Spanish)

- Man: Yo, hold up.
- The fuck?

Yo, Poncho.
What'd | miss?

They broke our agreement.

(speaking Spanish)

- Those corners belong to us now.
- Oh, yeah?

Ain't nobody heard from Vibora...

Ruiz might not be around anymore,

but | bet that we could
work something out.

Motherfucker,
ain't nothing to work out.

Whoever you are,
this don't concern you.

If you don't want trouble,
blanquito...

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You better go back to Midtown
where you belong.

Relax, because if you
don't want trouble...

y'all would get the fuck off
Soldado corners.

Because if you don't, I'm gonna be
dragging his nuts across your face.

- (grunting and shouting)
- (siren wailing)

- (police radio chatter)
- Let's go!

(police radio chatter)

Alley clear.

Yo, what the fuck?

Ruiz arranged a deal

where they will stay off the corners
in this neighborhood

if we kick back to
the head of the ALM.

So fucking pay him.

| don't have any products to sell.

| don't have any products.
| don't have any money.

No products, no money,
no fucking kickbacks, man.

- Yeah, I'll take care of it.
- Yo, Tommy,

if you don't come through soon,

I'm gonna have to get my shit
somewhere else, man.

When is the re-up comin’?

And where the fuck is Ghost?

| saw the head count.

It's even more people
than you said would show.

We don't even know
what the numbers mean.

| mean, I think more people's
better than not more people.

We got good numbers tonight,
but most of that shit's coming off

the buzz of me buying
the clubs from Stern.

It ain't like slangin' dope.

Drugs sell themselves.

Legit shit takes more work,
more finesse.

Looking the part is the first step.

Could you go downstairs and make sure
that security's got this place on lock?

Last thing we need is
someone getting in with a gun.

Grand reopening,
grand reclosing for real.

All right, no doubt.
| hear you.

- | got you, Ghost.
- Another thing.

When we're here,
use your real name.

When you cross that doorway here,
you're Andre, and forget Ghost.

Call me James.

(indistinct chatter)

(cell phone vibrates)

Jamie, I'm sorry | have to go,

but I have to be at work
early tomorrow.

It's quite all right.

Duty calls. | get it.

The club looked better
because you were in it.

Mm.

- The last time | was here...
- Oh, don't do that.

Come on, Angie.

I'd rather remember
the first time.

It's all kind of a blur.

Is that a challenge?

(snickers)

Because | have no problem
reminding you.

What if someone comes in here?

Well, too bad for them,
because the doors automatically lock.

Since when?

Since | got them fixed.

Besides, it's my club.

- Jamie.
- It's my desk.

You're my girl.

~ Gold up, gold up in my teeth f

You forgot something.

Whoops.

~ Gold up, gold up in my teeth f

~ Don't care what you say to me J

f I'ma bite your feelings out J

~ Gold up in my teeth J

f And | missed you in the basement J

f Yeah, gold up in my teeth J

~ Bodies on the pavement f

f Oh, gold up in my teeth J

f And if you love me, love me J

- [ But you never let me go f
- (gasps)

(sighs)

~ When the roof was on fire,
you never let me know J

(moaning)

- Say you're sorry, honey,
but you never really show J

~ Gold up in my teeth J

~ And | could leave the party
without ever letting you know J

(sniffling)

Tariq.

Tariq, turn around
and face me, boy.

What's wrong?

Did the police tell you
what happened to Shawn?

You told us you were gonna tell us
when they called.

They haven't called back yet, 'Riq.

All they told me
was that he passed.

| just want to know what happened.

Me too, baby.

Me too.

- (groans)
- Oh, sorry.

That was my bad.

| think I'm used to being
in here alone in the morning.

And I think I'm used to more space.

| mean, you know,
| love your place, but...

No, no, it's fine.

Of course you are.

But you know what?
We'll get the hang of it.

And then we'll move.

| thought you said
you liked my apartment.

Come here.

Honestly,
I'm a little nervous this morning.

I'm going to ask my boss for
a transfer to another department.

Because?

Because | think
I'm ready for a change.

Time to start something new.

| want to be head of a department.

Maybe in Victim Witness
or White Collar, I'll have a shot.

It could mean I'd be working
more hours, though.

Whew, with three clubs,

I'll be working more hours,
that's for sure.

Not a lot of time left for you
or for the kids.

Hmm.

I'm ready to meet them

when you're ready for that.

Whenever that is.

Sure, babe.

Sounds good.

| wasn't stalking her.

| know you weren't,
but when it comes to this shit,

women have all the power.

Nobody wants to get sued,
especially not the DOJ.

She should be in prison.

She's fucking James St. Patrick,

and she knows that
he's Lobos' New York distro.

She knows he's Ghost.

If you want to prove Angela
had criminal intent

to protect St. Patrick,
you'd have to prove St. Patrick

is involved with Lobos first,
and this could all be moot anyway.

I don't even know if we're
going forward with the case.

Lobos was stabbed in custody,
severe injuries.

- Last | heard, it was touch and go.
- Holy shit.

Looks like the Jimenez
hit his whole network.

Vladimir Jankovic
and Drifty are dead.

Ruiz is in the wind.

You guys sure it was the Jimenez?

Let it go.

You'll come back off suspension.

You'll transfer to another
department away from Valdes

and put this all behind you.

Okay, you really need
to get some, dude.

You go blast one off to get your head
where it needs to be.

(laughs) Yeah.

No, yeah,
you're probably right there.

You got any leads?

- I'm gonna let it go.
- Good.

Thanks for coming by.

Stern's VIP guest list.

I got it right before he fired me, and
then | deleted the file from his records.

It'll take him at least
a month to rebuild it.

That's nice work.

| set up those new meetings with the,
uh, new security firms like you asked.

Good.
Time to upgrade there too.

Agreed.

I'm gonna head over to Verbatim.

Kantos, Andre here's gonna go over
with you so you can show him around.

Give us a minute if you will.

All right, so look, man.

This club shit is all right,

but | want to know when we're gonna
mix it up, move some weight.

Look, | figure, you know, since you're
not fucking with Tommy no more,

you need somebody
in that shotgun seat.

| mean,
just holler at your boy, man.

- What's our new hustle?
- The club is the new hustle.

| promised to get you
off of a corner,

to get you out of the hood.

| guaranteed you a fat paycheck, but
you're gonna put that shit in the bank,

not in your goddamn mattress.

| said | want to look clean like you.

| ain't never say | want to be clean.

- | want money, man.
- You're gonna get that.

You want a better life
for your daughter or not?

You want to look over your shoulder
the rest of your life?

So you not looking over
your shoulder, just like that?

Angela: | was thinking if | want
to move forward in my career,

maybe Violent Crimes
isn't the best place for me to do it,

at least not here
in Southern District.

- You want a transfer?
- | want a fresh start.

And when Greg Knox
comes back to work,

it might be best for me
to be somewhere else.

I think there's some openings
at the Eastern District office

- out at Cadman Plaza...
- I'm sorry, Angela.

You can't go anywhere.

| need you here
to help the Lobos task force.

- | thought the case might be over.
- You thought wrong.

Lobos woke up.
He's stable.

So we're proceeding with the case.
We're due in chambers in 20 minutes.

In light of
the government's inability

to protect my client,
Felipe Lobos,

| move that all federal charges
against him be dropped

and that he be returned to Mexico,

where the Federales
can handle his prosecution.

You know they're not
gonna prosecute him.

You're looking for
a get-out-of-jail-free card.

Get-out-alive, Mr. Sandoval.

My client's life is in danger
as long as he's in your custody.

Cross: It's clear that whoever
wanted the defendant dead

knew exactly where to find him.

Has the government addressed the issue
of the defendant's safety in its papers?

Not at this time, Your Honor,
but it's clear the Jimenez

hired an assassin
from within the prison.

Your Honor,
if you send Lobos to Mexico,

he'll go right back
to conducting business,

- selling drugs, ordering murders...
- That's the Federales' problem.

Your Honor, if | may,

what if we helped the idea
that Lobos is dead?

- Helped?
- We freeze his assets.

We start seizing
his American properties.

We spread the word
through the prison system

that the Jimenez killed the defendant,
and we mount a John Doe prosecution.

We never put his name on a prisoner
manifest, we move him in secret,

and all materials associated with
"U.S. v. John Doe" remain under seal.

Your Honor,
the Eastern District has prosecuted

almost 60 John Doe cases
in the last five years.

You want my client to waive
his right to a public trial

because you can't
keep people safe?

A John Doe prosecution
would give the government the ability

to protect the defendant while
prosecuting him for his crimes

against the people
of the United States.

It is a solution
in the interest of justice.

Isn't that why we're here?

Game, set, match, Mr. Kessler.

The government's motion
is granted,

and the John Doe prosecution
will move forward.

Mr. Sandoval, | expect extraordinary
measures here from your staff.

No DOJ property
leaves the building,

no laptops, no files,
and restricted smartphone use.

| understand, Your Honor.

All proceedings from this point

shall be maintained under seal,
Counselors.

I'm due in court.
You'll see yourselves out?

I'd like to go with you to interview
Lobos if that's okay, Mike.

I'll get back to you.

(elevator bell dings)

The kids are at school already.

| know they aren't here.
Came to talk to you.

Tasha, when they are here, we need to
sit both Tariq and Raina down and...

tell ‘em about Angela.

About Angela?

What about Shawn, Ghost?

What about the fact that
someone who was in their lives

is suddenly dead
with no explanation?

Don't pretend like you didn't know.

- | knew.
- Then why didn't you tell me?

The police called me to identify his body.
| called you, Ghost.

| had to tell the kids
about Shawn alone.

- What'd you tell them?
- That he died, Ghost.

What else was | supposed to say?

(scoffs)

You got anything
you need to tell them?

Anything you want
to get off your chest?

What happened
to your face, Ghost?

Were you in a fight?

You think | did this to him?

I told you, | sent him away.

You tell me a lot of things.

| told Shawn that Kanan
was using him to get to me.

Instead of leaving town,
Shawn went to Kanan

to confront his father
about what | told him.

And Kanan shot him.

So my face looks like this,
um, because | killed Kanan.

(scoffs)

Kanan is dead?

And Lobos too.

I'm out the game.

Why should | believe
anything you have to say?

| know it's easy for you
to blame me for Shawn's death.

And | know I've lied to you
in the past.

Mm-mm, don't touch me.

I'm sorry you had to do that alone.
| should have been here.

But you can ask Tommy.

When he went to see Kanan,

| was with Tommy,
getting him out of jail.

Call me when you're ready to talk.

So, man, the heat
you were getting from the Feds,

- it's all gone now?
- All gone.

They can't even
try to come get me now.

Yo, | know the product,
and | know the game.

And now that I've seen
how they work up close,

| know even better how to move
serious weight without law enforcement

suspecting a goddamn thing.

I'm gonna get you the best product
at the best price.

The shipments will be reliable,
and they'll be on time.

And not on Sundays.

I'm a little busy on Sundays.

Yeah, | got you.

And if anybody ever fuck with you,
they fuck with me.

And people that fuck with me, well, they
end up on the wrong side of the grass.

So how green
you want to fucking get?

fUhS

fUhS

fUhS

Dylan: You know,
I know you from somewhere.

Didn't you used to roll
with that black guy, Ghost?

Used to, past tense.

- Why, is there a problem?
- Shen: No, there is no problem.

| just don't like doing business
with niggers.

Can't trust them.

fUhS

You'll be hearing from me soon.

You're way more expensive
than the other top security firms.

I've heard we're about
twice as much.

- You heard right.
- We're worth it.

My men are military trained
at identifying conflict

and suppressing it before
the situation gets out of hand.

They contain and control because
once a brawl breaks out, it's too late.

If you hire me,
you and your patrons

will be completely safe
within these walls,

safer than
they've ever been before.

Darryl, it's Ange.

| need to talk to you
about Greg Knox.

(knocks on door)

That was nice work
with Judge Cross today.

You know, she's a battle-ax,
but she never ignores precedent.

I think we both rose
to the occasion.

That's what's so frustrating
about you, Valdes.

You know how to be a good prosecutor
when you want to be.

Maybe that's why Mike
keeps you around,

"cause you're the Calamity Jane
of this fuckin’ department,

and yet somehow
you're still on this case.

I guess you've forgotten how
we arrested Lobos in the first place.

If it gets out that Lobos is alive,
whoever tried to kill him the first time

will come back for round two.

That could happen.

Could? Will.

And if Lobos isn't kept under strict seal,
he could order a preemptive hit,

give orders for a retaliation kill
right from his cell.

The person who ordered the hit
would be in danger.

| don't give a shit if one of
the Jimenez assholes gets clipped

because they tried to kill Lobos,
but my career is on the line here.

Any mistake you make
to jeopardize this case,

I'll go to Collins if | have to--

| don't give a fuck--
to make sure you're removed.

(door closes)

Tommy, what the hell?

What you want, Tash?

| want to know why you haven't
been returning my calls.

I've been trying to tell you
that Shawn is dead.

- What happened to him?
- Ghost says Kanan did it.

And that he killed
Kanan afterwards,

but I don't believe a word
that motherfucker says anymore.

Oh, yeah? Me either.
Good luck with that.

- What happened between you?
- It don't matter what happened.

Can't change it now.

Tommy, for the kids.
They need an explanation.

I need to know
if Ghost killed Shawn.

The night of that party at Truth,
the night you got out of jail.

Ghost was with me.

He picked me up.

| know he killed Kanan too.
He ain't lying about that either.

I'm sorry about Shawn.

I'm sorry the kids
got to go through that.

Ghost says he's out the game now.

That why you mad at him?

Good-bye, Tasha.

Is this a commentary
on my cooking?

If | said no,
would you believe me?

Mm.

You know, it was nice having you
at the club the other night.

It felt... right.

Yeah, for me too.

Think you can
come again tomorrow?

You know, if you don't have to
get up too early?

Yeah, maybe.

Jamie, there's something
we need to talk about.

(cell phone vibrates)

| have to go to Truth.

The club doesn't open until 10:00.

- You got to go right now?
- Yeah, right now, baby.

I'm sorry.

You know, some nights,
things come up unexpectedly.

It's part of the nightlife business.

You were saying something,
something you wanted to talk about?

Just Paz stuff.

It can wait.

Go.

Dominique, man,
you look gorgeous tonight.

Now, make sure
you take care of this guy.

Big spender.

(indistinct chatter)

(dance music playing)

- Excuse me, you run this place?
- I do.

Can | help you?

Maybe, maybe not.
Don't know.

| was wondering about her.
She got a boyfriend or anything?

| don't believe so, no.

Good, thank you.

- (chuckles) Welcome.
- What time you let 'em off work?

il, um...

I'll play by the rules.

Look, | don't know what you heard
about me or where you heard it from,

but I don't do that anymore.

I must be misinformed.

Don't be offended, Mr. Kantos.

What can | do for you, Officer?

Actually, | want to ask you
a few questions

about Thomas Egan
and James St. Patrick.

| haven't seen Tommy Egan
in a very long time.

He never really hung out here much.

As for James, anything you want to
ask him, you can ask him directly.

He'll be in tomorrow.

Now, if we're all done here,
I'd be happy to cover your tab.

Whole thing?

Mm, thank you.
I'll see myself out.

(door opens)

(speaking Spanish)

You noticed.

Why am I! not on a plane
to Mexico right now?

Jefe, | tried to use the argument
this morning as we planned,

but | told you
| couldn't control the judge.

Apparently they've seized
all my assets,

and | can't even afford to pay for
the gardener at my house in Polanco.

And Manuel, he does amazing things
with roses, but not for free.

We have to make it
look like you're dead.

If your money's moving,
it means you're alive to move it.

Now, I'm doing what I can to impede
the progress of the case.

The La Arana cards went back to the NYPD
precincts for each individual murder.

When we want them back for evidence,
it'll take a year to find them.

The only witnesses
that can hurt you are Ruiz,

who we're looking for,
and Ghost.

| have that under control.

I will let you know
when we find Ruiz.

Why in the world
would | ever give up

my U.S. Attorney
that | have in my back pocket?

I'm assuming that Ghost
is keeping his, right?

Angela is with him,
yes, and I told you,

she may be useful later
to help destroy your case.

She wants to be present
at your next interview.

Bring her.

| want to see
if she breaks under pressure.

If she's weak,
she may present too great a risk.

If anything happens to Angela,
it will blow back on both of us.

An U.S. Attorney dies
while prosecuting you?

Forget it.

You have to trust me, Jefe.

I've taken care of
every loose end.

(cell phone vibrating)

(vibrating stops)

Hello, sir.

Uh, good evening, sir.

I'm here to visit a friend,
Tatiana Boriskaya.

Sorry, there's no answer.
She's probably out.

But if you like,
| could tell her you stopped by.

No, | was just in the neighborhood,
so I'll catch up with her another time.

All right? Take care.

Mike: | take it, Mr. Lobos,
that your lawyer has explained

- the John Doe prosecution to you.
- Yes, yes, yes, he has.

Overnight I have no name,
no money, nothing.

It's... it's like | ceased to exist

all because | had
the grave misfortune

of being stabbed
while I was in your custody,

so | understand.

(speaking Spanish)

Would you please describe the events
of the morning you were injured?

Mr. Kessler, can you control
your client, please?

We can talk about cocks
all day, Mr. Lobos,

but you are going to
have to answer my questions.

You can say
whatever you want to me.

I'm not afraid of you.

Is that a threat?

We can add charges
to the indictment.

What do you want to know?

Your meal was delivered.
The slot was opened.

What happened next?

The only reason
why | am still alive

is because the Jimenez
are so cheap.

You get what you pay for.

- (chuckles)
- Shut up.

And you're sure the Jimenez
sent the assassin?

They've been trying to
kill me for months.

Who else would try so hard
to put me down?

- (dog barking)
- (door opens, closes)

He hadn't taken them yet.

That church one
wasn't the easiest.

The priest caught me, | actually had to
give a confession to get out of there.

| bet you had plenty of material.

You're a very dirty girl.

Not dirty, creative.

So why did you and Ghost have those
boxes stashed all over the city?

In case shit ever popped off
and we had to split.

It was Ghost's idea.
Half his money, half mine.

Clean weapons, small bills.
Instant escape plan.

It was smart.

And I'm gonna hide them again
but in places he don't know about.

And that's what
makes you smart, Tommy.

Fuck Ghost.

Yeah, fuck Ghost.

You don't need him, Tommy.

You're gonna be better off
without him.

You're the boss now.

You can do things
all your own way,

- the Tommy Egan way.
- (zipper unzips)

The right way.

(gasps)
Oh, fuck.

Oh!

Jesus, Tommy.

(moaning)

(cell phone vibrating)

- No, no, no, ignore it.
- | will.

- Just let me check.
- Oh.

- Hello?
- Tomas?

Jefe, uh, what's up?

Lobos: | hear that
you're making headway

in rebuilding the organization,
is that true?

| don't know how you know that,
but you damn straight.

| got the Soldados plus a bunch of
other primeras lined up,

but I need that product.

Tomas, did you forget our deal?

First you kill Ghost,
then | send you the product.

No, | did not forget, Jefe,

but | can do what you asked me to do
and sell product at the same time.

Good, because you're gonna
have to do just that.

I'm experiencing an unexpected
cash flow problem,

and, Tomas, I need money.

The pickup arrangements
are the same.

Nothing changes
except one thing.

Everyone must think that I'm dead.

- What?
- It's best for everybody

if it is believed that Ghost's attempt
on my life was a success.

Whatever you say, Jefe.

I'm gonna send you the product,
but Ghost needs to be dead soon.

Otherwise your little family...

- they won't be safe.
- | understand.

(grunts)

Um, kids,

your-your mother and I have talked
to you about where we grew up.

Mm, yeah,
but you never take us there.

Tasha: That's because it can be
very dangerous, ‘Riq.

| mean, most people there are good,
but some people there are...

- they're...
- Some people break the law for a living.

- Yes.
- Shawn grew up there too.

Some of the friends
he grew up with, they never left,

and Shawn was spending
a lot of time with them.

And, well, he got hurt.

Okay, but if they were his friends,
why would they shoot him?

It's the hood, baby.

Situations can change
on the drop of a dime.

He might have said the wrong thing
to the wrong person,

or been in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

We'll never know for sure,

but we want you two
to understand that you're safe.

As long as you follow our rules.

Daddy, when are you
coming home?

Um, baby girl, there's no plans
on me doing that.

- Raina: But why?
- We love you both.

That has not changed.

And, yes, there will be
a few changes,

and it's a transition
for all of us,

but you can always come to me
if you need to talk.

Or me.

(sighs)

You know, he'll be okay.

| hope you're right, Ghost.

You don't need to use
that name, Tasha.

Just call me James.

Yo, what the fuck
are you doing, man?

Fuck you!
(grunts)

(laughs) Come on.

There you go.
There you go.

Ho-ho-ho-ho!
Oh, don't look down, Chalupa.

We're higher than a giraffe's pussy.

Whoa, it's dangerous up here.

Dangerous, like when you
fuck with the Soldados,

like when you shoot one of them.

I'm gonna shoot your mama
in the face with my dick!

- What was that?
- I'm gonna--

(screams)

(groaning)

Yo, J, you see?

He didn't die.
| knew that shit would work.

- Guess | lost that bet.
- Nah, he did.

- Now...
- No! No, please.

| promise I'll do
whatever you want.

| promise | won't fuck
with the Soldados ever.

- Please.
- You're damn right.

Hey.

No, no, look at me.

Look at me!

| want you to remember this face,

because if anyone from the ALM
fucks with the Soldados again,

I'm the man
that's gonna kill you.

You work for me, you're protected.
You fuck with me, you're dead.

You think you could
tell everybody that?

Yeah, you got it.

No problem.

So can | please
get out of this, please?

- No.
- (screams)

(thuds)

- T, what the fuck, man?
- What?

He might have a couple broken bones,
but he can still talk.

That's my fucking point, Tommy.

The fuck you thinking
showing your face, man?

What you think Ghost's gonna say

when this shit gets back to him
off the streets?

Shut your fucking mouth.

Ghost ain't here.
He don't exist.

| don't want to hear
his fucking name again.

Yeah. Yeah, man.

(music playing)

~ Money, money, money J

~< Yeah J

~< Yeah J

~ Money, money, money J

f One-one for the money,
two for the show Jf

Three for Big Moe,
four for Chrizzo f

£ I'm cool as a pillow,
talking the other side f

Jf Other dudes talking tough... f

- Why are you here?
- Tommy threw a guy

off a building tonight.

Now, I'm not saying that
motherfucker didn't deserve it,

but Tommy took credit for it.

He literally pulled his mask off and told
the guy's friend to spread the word.

He would have never done
that if you were there.

He says you're out.

What the hell happened?

He's right. I'm out.

This club, this life,
this is who | am now.

| didn't get in this game
to work for Tommy.

You got me out of the gang, you.

You set me up so! can take care of
my family, not Tommy.

What do you want me to say?

Tommy Egan's the boss now.

Guess you better do
what he wants.

Well, then | better go
do a pickup down on Elizabeth.

Shit, | best hit the road.

You're still doing pickups
on Elizabeth?

Yes. Nothing's changed.

You're telling me you're still
working with Lobos?

Why wouldn't we be?

Tommy didn't say shit, but my guess is,
Lobos is still inside moving weight.

Nothing's gonna stop
the motherfucker till he’s dead.

We need you out on these streets.

I need you.

Tommy's gonna get us all
fucking killed.

Take care of yourself, man.

What is that supposed to mean?

It means take care of yourself.

(door closes)

(man speaking indistinctly)

Hey, Darryl.

| was just wondering,
did you get anything

off the Greg Knox
cell phone trace | asked about?

Angela, hi.

I need to know
if he's still stalking me, Darryl.

| know, but if you're really
that concerned about it,

you need to go through
the proper channels.

Get a protective detail.

You know | love you, but you're real
radioactive around here these days,

and if | get caught helping you,
| can get fired.

- Good luck with Greg, Ange.
- Darryl...

(sighs)

What the fuck?

What's up, Dre?
You need something?

Man, | was just looking for a tie.

Aren't | Andre now?

Yeah, I guess so.
Yo, you strapped?

| mean,
never leave home without it.

You want me to change that too?

No.

All right.

Hey, James,
| called you last night.

You didn't pick up.

| need to talk to youse
about something right now.

| want to know, did you send invitations
to the grand opening for Verbatim?

- Yup.
- To everybody on Stern's VIP list?

Yeah, every single one.
It's right here.

- Perfect, thanks.
- It's not about that, though.

It's all right.
We'll talk later, | promise.

Hey, folks.

| want to extend
my appreciation to you all

for stepping up to make the launch
of JSP Nightlife come to fruition.

An ideal employee is loyal,
trustworthy, fully committed.

I've been trying to find someone

that can serve in the role
of general manager

for all three of our clubs.

Josh Kantos,
would you come up here, please?

- Man: Nice, Josh.
- Woman: Yeah, Josh.

Kantos here...

is the exact opposite of everything
| want this place to be.

From now on, this lying, bullshitting,
backstabbing piece of shit

isn't welcome on these premises.

If you see him here after today,
in fact, call security.

Matter of fact,
| think they're ready for him now.

James, James, you need me.

You-you can't run this place
without me.

I can, and I will.
Get him the fuck out of my sight.

Loyalty is everything to me.

| deserve it, and | demand it.

Now, let's get to work.

Yo, Tommy,
that shit with Chuleta, man,

- I'm hearing it from everybody, yo.
- Yeah?

Now people know
not to fuck with us or with you.

Glad to hear it.

Yo, good looking out, man,

for that and the weight.

- Got it this morning.
- Mm.

- Vaya.
- Vaya.

Nice work getting the product out
to them so fast.

Yeah, man, we got the weight,
but the shipment was light.

You feed the Soldados first?
Reward Poncho's loyalty?

No doubt, but the other primeras
might get pissed.

Can you think of a reason why Lobos
wouldn't send the full amount?

No, I'll ask him, though.

Listen, as far as the streets
are concerned, Lobos is dead.

Only you and | know
any different, all right?

Why does he want people
to think he's dead?

| don't Know, and | don't care.

I'm just doing what that
crazy motherfucker says.

Look, Ghost ain't coming back.

I'm number one now.

And you could be number two,

but you ain't never gonna
second-guess me again.

Either you're in, or you out.

- I'm in.
- Good.

Never really reheats the same.

Yeah, you're right.

Who was that guy last night?

What guy?

At the club, with the big
718 tattoo on his neck.

Latino, tall.

It's a gang tattoo,
Toros Locos in the Bronx.

Look at you.

Been holding out on me.

| never knew you ran
with the Toros.

- You promised to forgive my past.
- Mm, | promised | would try.

Who is he, and why did he
come to the club last night?

He grew up in the Toros.

| got him out a few years ago.

His name is Julio.

And what does he do now?

Now?

| can't tell you that.

- But he used to work for me.
- (bangs table)

He came to the club
because he didn't believe I was out.

| told him it was over.

It's over, Angie.

| don't know how else
to make you believe me.

| don't know what else
| have to do.

Hey.

How hard are you willing to try?

Because if we can't be honest
with each other,

may as well give up right now.

- Felipe Lobos is alive.
- What?

He survived the attack in prison.
All the records are sealed.

As far as the public is concerned,
he died, but he didn't.

If this information gets out, Jamie,

if he is hurt and they trace this
back to me,

| wouldn't just lose my job
or my license.

- | would go to prison.
- | understand.

| talked to him.

You talked to Lobos?

He thinks the Jimenez
ordered the attack.

You're safe. It's all over.

| guess Ghost really is dead.

Holly.

Holly?

| got you that shitty
pan pizza you like.

Where you at?

(sighs)

- | want to lie here forever.
- Well, then you should.

But | can't.

| got to take a shower
and get myself ready

for the real world tomorrow.

Okay.

flreally do my best J

~ To make you good and happy J

S It's like a bullet to my chest J

~ Bullet to my chest J

~ Bullet to my chest J

(water running)

flreally do my best J

~ To make you good and happy J

S It's like a bullet to my chest J

~ Bullet to my chest J

~ Breakdown JS

Tommy, we need to talk, man.

It's Ghost.

(music playing)

£1 get that gun, you know that blow
and baking soda be the recipe J

~ Fo’ sho'! make that .40 Cali’ blow,
you get the best of me J

~ The drama's gonna never end,
never end J

~ Keep thinkin’ I'm playin’,
| know for sure J

fT'll split your motherfuckin’ head,
you get to testin' me J

~ You call the cops and | get knocked,
| swear to the death of me J

~ The drama's gonna never end,
never end J

JS Keep thinkin’ I'm playin’ f

f It's hard, yeah, it's hard,
this that New York shit f

~ That black glove, wood grip,
outline ‘em in chalk shit

£1 don't wanna talk,
say a prayer for my enemies J

~ Droptop, ten shots,
I'll make your ass a memory Jf

~ Time to ride, homicide,
I'm down with it 2

J I'll wave that chopper, hit your whip,
and shake the ground with it J

? Fuck with N dot Bonepart,
get your ass blown apart J

? Hip-hop's Napoleon, you know war,
you know me, then J

I'll hunt you
like a Great Dane Jf

I Hit you,
hit you like a freight train [

~ Run off with your fake chains J

fT'll give you motherfuckers
something to believe in J

~ Knife work your lungs,
I'll make it hard to breathe in I

I Little shit could be
a big enough reason J

~ You're dancin’ with the wolves,
fool, better feed them J

f 1 feel for you,
you ain't ready for the outcome J

I Nigga, I'll get at you all week
with the same gun J

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