All language subtitles for Power S03E06_track3_[eng]

Previously on "Power"...

- I'd be glad to have you on the team.
- It's only temporary

until Milan is ready to move again.

(gunshot)

You give me
the identity of Ghost,

and you and | will never
have to see each other again.

- Transfer papers for Ruiz?
- No, Felipe Lobos.

Thomas, | will be able
to spread my wings again,

but before that happens,
| need your help opening the cage.

- What did you do?
- The Jamaicans.

- No!
- You didn't do it,

so | hired them myself.

- Jamaican: Who's the target?
- Holly: James St. Patrick.

James, go. We got this.

(Tommy grunts)

- Ghost: What happened?
- It was Holly.

Lobos hired me to kill you,
said he'd do her--

her and me if | didn't,
but | still didn't do it.

We got to kill Lobos... together.

Together.

I They say this is
a big, rich town J

~ | just come from
the poorest part J

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

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

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

(man singing indistinctly)

Tommy, you slept out here, man?

(coughs)

- I'm all right.
- Grab the keys, brother.

Come on, buddy, | got you.

Get the keys.

Tommy, you just had them
downstairs, man.

- | know that | got them somewhere.
- Check your pant pocket.

Come on.
Let's get you cleaned up.

I'll put a pot of coffee on.

We got work to do.

Come on, buddy.

We should be transporting Lobos
in an armored tank.

The Jimenez have shown they're
not afraid to strike on U.S. territory,

so what's to stop them now?

Jerry, the Jimenez think
Lobos is dead.

Hardly anyone outside of
this room knows he's alive.

A large transport will only
call attention to itself.

- So what's the other option?
- We stay off the main roads,

keep the move as quiet
and inconspicuous as possible.

Is there a civilian vehicle
we could use?

- A civilian vehicle?
- Man: Yeah, the Bureau of Prisons

has an undercover van modified
for prisoner transport.

The rear conceals the prisoner
and our personnel.

Lobos exits our facility
confidentially.

He wears a GPS tracker
the entire operation.

So we would know
where he is at all times?

Yeah, we can track him
from this office.

How's that sit with you, Donovan?

If we're doing this low-key, | need men
| know | can trust on the ground.

No offense.

Agent Knox,
get the fellas ready.

- | want you to run point.
- Yes, sir.

- I'll handle it.
- Then it's settled.

Let's get started.

| handled the coordination with Anglin's
people at the BOP and the FBI.

Everyone will monitor the transfer
from our conference room.

In a way, | can't believe it.

The task force is almost over.

We transfer Lobos to D.C.,
and this is all behind us, right?

All behind us.

Hugo's got a crew
I'ma hook up with,

and | don't know how many guys.

He's not what
you'd call a communicator.

So you link up
with Hugo's crew as planned.

I'll help ambush them,
take over the prison break.

Lobos won't know what hit him.

Yeah, well, we got to be
off the grid all day.

| mean, Kate'll lie for me
in exchange for enough coke.

What you gonna do about an alibi?

| hear you're living
with Angela now.

Karen. | could use Karen.

You already got a side bitch
on your side bitch?

No, Tommy, Karen's an investor,
who's got a property up on the Hudson.

If | stay there overnight, then | can just
tell Angela | was away on a business trip.

Perfect.

Nothing suspicious
about Lobos going missing

on the exact day
you happen to be out of town.

Tommy, you listening?
Angela will believe me.

You're so fucking sure about that.

(pounding on door)

One second.

- What's up, Tasha? You good?
- What's up? I'm good.

And where the hell is Holly?
I've been texting your girl all morning.

- What the...
- Hey, T.

- | thought you two weren't talking.
- We worked some shit out.

Mm-hmm.

- Overnight.
- Yeah.

- What the hell is going on?
- Thing is...

- we got to do something real big, T.
- Yo, yo, yo, Tommy.

- We don't need to involve her.
- You got a better idea?

- We need her, Ghost.
- Need me for what?

- Hey.
- Dean.

- How's Tariq?
- Tariq's fine.

Three men were killed
right in front of you.

He didn't see any of it.
Look, | appreciate what you did.

| really do, but | gave you explicit
instructions not to follow me.

Well, | had a hunch,
and it paid off.

You and your son are alive
because of it.

And | appreciate it, once again.

Whoever tried to kill you won't stop
because we thwarted one attempt.

Now, you know who it was,
and you know why they tried to hurt you.

If it happens again,
| won't have a choice.

- I'll have to go to the authorities.
- It won't happen again.

So you plan to handle it
on your own?

Listen, Dean.

My plan is to not share
my plan with you.

Do not follow me again.
Clear?

Sir, sorry to interrupt.

- Uh, Karen Bassett's here to see you.
- It's all good. We're done here.

- Hello, James.
- Hey, Karen.

- Thanks for coming in.
- Pleasure.

What did you want to talk about?

Um, | just wanted to ask you

if you were willing to move
our special meeting tomorrow

- to, uh, the Odette on the Hudson.
- Okay.

| just thought maybe
| could spend the night,

learn the Bassett experience
from the inside out, you know?

Understand your system
and the way it works and...

| don't know,
while I| finalize my ideas.

- You're taking this seriously.
- | have to.

I'm always looking
towards the future.

Aren't you?

No phones.
We're fucked if we got phones.

You know they can track that shit
even if it's off.

Okay, we ditch the phones
for the day.

I'm surprised that you could be
disconnected from the club for that long.

- Tommy...
- Uh, Tommy, can you please

use this before you slice
your hand open?

You know what, why don't I use this
before | slice my hand?

- That shit works.
-Mm.

Get out of here.

So Kate's gonna be his alibi?
Why not Holly?

Holly's a bad idea, Tash.

Tasha: What happened?
They break up?

She told him about the baby.
He fucked it up, right?

That's why he called you.

He didn't say much.
He didn't want to talk about it.

She's definitely
not gonna keep it now.

| feel bad.
| told her to tell him.

No wonder she's not
texting me back.

Ghost: Look, Tash,
can he crash here tonight?

If he leaves, I'm afraid we're gonna
find him toasting to the sunrise

at O'Malley's, you know this.

All right? Thank you.

| got to go. Running late.

Angela expecting you?

Part of the plan, Tasha.

All part of the plan.
Good night, T.

- Good night, Tommy.
- Night, Ghost.

- (elevator dings)
- Hey, Tash, got any more food?

Usual shit, Ghost!

Leaving me with the mess.

Tommy: Tasha.

Hey.

Hey.

Going somewhere?

Remember that pitch meeting
| had with Karen Bassett?

Well, she invited me to spend
tomorrow night at her hotel

so | could learn the lay of the land.

Spend the night
for a pitch meeting?

(laughs)

You should come.

| would love to.

But not tomorrow.

I've got a big day at work,
and that is all | can say.

Okay.

Well, I'll say this.

When the deal happens
with Karen Bassett--

and it will--

you and I, Miss Thing,

we're gonna be jet-setting
all over this big wide world.

London, Paris, even Tokyo.

- You know what?
-Hmm.

I'll let you be my general counsel.

That's a completely different
kind of law, Jamie.

(laughs)
But you gonna learn.

- Am |?
- Uh-huh.

You're gonna learn that we're gonna
be in the clubs at night.

We're gonna be sleeping
during the day.

And in between...

Oh, right,

like we would ever take
a break to sleep.

(music playing)

f Classic twist,
I think I'm falling for you J

f Think I'm falling for you... f

(fabric rips)

Were they expensive?

- Very.
- Good.

- Why am | falling
for this tender touch? Jf

- Why am | falling
for this toxic love? J

Hello.

- Why am | falling
for this tender touch? Jf

J I'm still falling for you

J I'm still falling for you

/ I've already told you,
can't just wish away those days J

f You say were such
a problem for you J

~ Every word | told you
lost in cliche f

J And fragile phrases
got me falling for you f

- Why am | falling
for this toxic love? J

- Why am | falling
for this tender touch? Jf

- Why am | falling
for this toxic love? J

- Why am | falling
for this tender touch? Jf

f I'm still falling for you,
I'm still falling for you f

~ | know bad blood played it J

~ But I'd laugh,
I'd try to pray like | am falling J

- Why am | falling
for this toxic love?

- [Why am | falling... S
- You're gonna break the table.

Yeah, I'm gonna break something.

- Ain't gon’ be the goddamn table.
- (laughs)

Mr. St. Patrick, welcome.

- Welcome, sir.
- All right.

- Thank you.
- There you go.

(softly)
Wow.

Good.

- This place is beautiful.
- Yeah, it is.

All right, remember we need to act
like husband and wife now, all right?

- All right.
- Typical Ghost.

Your black ass had to go
and put a damper on it, huh?

(car starts)

(speaking Spanish)

How the fuck am I supposed
to work with these two morons

- if they don't speak English?
- | talk English.

School of Americas.

So you brought me two thugs
that torture farmers.

Tell me, Hugo, what's the plan?

Tommy, the transport

will be most vulnerable...

here at the bend in the road.

(clatters)

What the fuck's he doing?

The GPS.

"Cause that explains it.

Let's just get this over with.

Heads up, boys.
Here we go.

(door whirring)

(gate buzzes)

- Nice to see you again.
- | know you.

- Where's his tracker?
- Left ankle.

| wanted white,
but they said it wasn't available.

Hey, it was.

You probably checked online, right?

Here you go. Watch your head.

Confirm we have Lobos
on the move.

Copy that, Agent Knox.
Keep this channel open.

- (knocks on door)
- (music playing)

- Mm.
- (shower running)

- (knocks on door)
- Coming!

You must be Mrs. St. Patrick.

Oh, and you must be
Miss Bassett.

Oh, call me Tasha.

- James has said so much about you.
- Call me Karen.

| just wanted to come by,
make sure that everything was in order.

Oh, it's fantastic.

You pulled out all the stops.

It's nice to, um,
have a night away from the kids.

James is in the shower.

Do you want him to call
when he's out?

No. No, I'll talk to him
in the morning.

Please, with our compliments.

Thank you.

Come on in.

Thank you.

(door closes)

Hmm.

Coming.

Go.

Oh, how lucky am I, huh?

No, luck had nothing to do with it.

-No?
- Nope.

| requested this here seat.

Easy.

Will you massage my calves?

| just don't get it.
Is it really that easy?

- What?
- What?

One primera flips,
and you fall down like a domino?

Damn.

I pity you.

| really pity you.

Really? I pity you.

They'll be putting you away
for a very, very long time.

And your old friend Ruiz,

- James St. Patrick.
- Never heard of him.

- I'm so bored.
- Me, too.

We got a situation here!
Code Delta! Code Delta!

- Knox, What's going on?
- (tires screech)

- Here's where | get off. (laughs)
- Back up. Back up! Back up!

- (clamoring)
- Knox: We need support now!

I need assistance on route one.
Prisoner escape in progress.

Got your six!

Fuck!

Shots fired!
We need support now!

Cover the front!

- Do you copy?
- Knox: Officer down! Officer down!

Where's the fucking back-up?

Fuck.

Going front!

We need some help!

What the fuck do we do?

We're lawyers, Angela.
What can we do?

Agent Knox, air assistance is en route.
Do you copy?

- | need eyes on Agent Knox.
- It's Sandoval. Do you copy?

I'm back.

Qué pasa, Jefe?

(speaking Spanish)

Tommy:
You got any other trackers on you?

Lobos: No.

- Tommy: Let's do it!
- Vamonos, Jefe!

Raul: Okay, let's move.
Move, move!

Tommy: Vamonos!

- Mike: Do you copy? Knox?
- Let's go.

- What do you want to do about him?
- Lobos: Fuck him.

He knew the risks.
| love this black-on-black.

You look like a ninja.

Let's get to work, people.
Let's get any info we can.

(overlapping chatter)

Tomas, hey? Bravo.

You executed the plan perfectly.

(speaking Spanish)

Yo, yo, yo.
This motherfucker.

Yo, we got to speak English.
We a team here.

English, huh?

- Where are you going?
- Chill, B.

We just got to ditch
the eye in the sky.

(helicopter blades whirring)

This is not the plan.

| call Hugo.

That's odd.

So's this.

Did you really think that | didn't know
that you was just gonna drop me

when this was all over?

Ghost: Hola, Jefe.

Seriously, bitch,
ain't you got a job?

Hmm.

“Love you, Angie."

(cell phone clicks)

(beeps)

(softly) Yes, hello.
| need a shoeshine for my husband.

He's sleeping.

I'd like it back in about 20 minutes,
before he wakes up.

Okay, great.

Damn it, Ghost.

(birds calling)

Out.

How'd you seduce him
away from me?

The dog always goes back
to the master, eh?

Unless you cut
the dog's fucking throat.

- (grunting)
- Ghost: Tommy! Tommy!

Tommy, come on, man.

You should've seen what
his fucking goon did to Bell.

He's still got to fucking walk.
Let's get him up.

Come on.

You think you're gonna
fucking kill me

and live to talk about it?

I'm gonna erase
your fucking bloodline.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Make you extinct!

(Ghost speaks Spanish)

Hey.

You all right?

Fine.

Just worried about Greg,
like we all are.

I'm surprised
you're this worked up, Valdes.

You guys had some serious beef.

That doesn't mean | wanted
this to happen to him.

| just wish | could tell him
| was sorry.

- (chattering)
- What the hell is that?

- Man: Greg's okay!
- What?

- Thank God you were wearing a vest.
- Take it easy, huh?

It's fine.

- Oh, thank God.
- Let's take a walk.

Come on. Take it easy.
Come on.

Lobos:
He's gonna betray you.

There's still time.

Tommy:
Shut your fucking mouth.

Lobos: And this plan,
walking me through this muck,

you're leaving evidence everywhere.

One of you's gonna get caught,
don't you think?

Not gonna betray you?

He's done it once before.

He's betrayed both of us.

| know why you want out,
Fantasma,

but now you have to make a choice.

Tommy, do you think
he's gonna choose you?

Well, he ain't choosing you.

JS Love is a wonderful thing I

And she's lovely, Fantasma,
like an angel.

Well, her name is Angela.
She's beautiful, independent, brave.

And | heard she's got
a tight little pussy.

- What about her?
- Come on, Ghost, we ain't there yet.

- Huh?
- Mm, what do you think?

| organized my escape.

I know every detail of
the government's plan to move me.

Yeah, we know you got
a fucking rat on the inside.

Mm-hmm,
and when my "rat" on the inside

realizes that | haven't made it
to my destination,

he's gonna get Angela's
beautiful brown eyes, you know?

He's gonna come out,
and he's gonna scoop them out

and fuck it.

- Call it off.
- Tommy: No, are you serious?

Mm-mm. No, no, no.
Not until I'm free.

Until then, the clock goes
tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.

He's gonna fucking
kill Angela, man.

Which you should've done
yourself before now.

Fuck you.

We gone too far.

We gonna waste this motherfucker
and bury him so deep,

no one'll ever find him.

Lobos:
Hey, Tommy, why so brash?

You think I'm foolish enough
to trust you blindly?

Hugo's with your beautiful
little delicate white flower right now.

Holly?

- You talking about Holly?
-Mm-hmm.

Oh, and she's...
she's gonna suffer.

March.

And then they were, um...
they were ready for it.

They knew every detail
about the transfer... everything.

Mike:
What are you basing that on?

- This feels like a smash and grab.
- No.

| don't need a doctor.
No, no, no, | had a vest on.

- Everything's fine.
- You took two to the chest,

and you refuse to go
to the hospital.

He's gonna look you over.
That's an order.

I'm gonna need you
to unbutton your shirt.

- What?
- Unbutton your shirt, please.

Fuck.

After | got popped,
they went straight...

Deep breath, please.

Deep breath again.

After | got popped, they went
straight for Lobos's GPS tracker,

rolled up with fucking bolt cutters,
ready for it,

which means we've got
a big fucking leak.

GPS trackers are standard operating
procedure with high-value prisoners.

They were likely prepared for it
just in case.

Right, Mike, they-they knew
exactly what van to hit,

what route--
Stop, man.

- Okay, okay.
- What time.

Which means it was
a fucking inside job.

- You're very lucky.
-Mm-hmm.

I'm gonna need an MRI.

They were right in front
of my eyes, man.

- Right in front of me.
- Okay.

We need to lock down this office...

Mike: We're in the middle of
a clusterfuck as it is.

The last thing
our department needs is a wild,

unformulated accusation
about a leak.

Main Justice would shit-can
every last one of us.

You were just in a firefight.
Your adrenaline's pumping.

Mike's right. Right now, we need
to be rational until we know more.

First order of business--
find Lobos.

(cell phones vibrating, chiming)

They found the getaway car
and a second body.

I'll be right back.

I'm glad you're okay.

We were all worried
that you were, uh...

gone.

Good to have you back, Greg.

(cell phone vibrating)

(speaking Spanish)

Okay. Fuck.

- Is this for me?
- Yeah, it's all for you.

- | don't like these accommodations.
- Really?

- No.
- | never had any complaints before.

Turn around, Jefe.

Sorry you don't get to paint
your watercolors.

No acuarelas para ti, Jefe.

Mm.

Fantasma.

Killing me doesn't save you.

One day,

you will find yourself
standing right here.

God doesn't take men like us
peacefully while we sleep.

And this is where your life ends.

Nighty-night, Jefe.

- (cell phone vibrating)
- What the fuck?

Is that a phone?
Ghost, we said no phones!

| don't have a fucking phone.
Check his coat.

- Yeah, | checked him for trackers.
- Well, fucking check him again.

- Come on, Tommy.
- (line ringing)

- (Lobos laughing)
- Tommy: Fuck.

- Fuck.
- Smash it.

- Fuck!
- Smash it!

- Who was it? Who was it?
- How am I supposed to know?

He destroyed it, eh?

Whoever has the number could be fucking
triangulating the cell tower now, man.

-Mm-hmm.
- And they could trace us here?

-Mm-hmm.
- Well, that fucks the plan.

- Come on, we got to abort.
- No, no, no, no.

No, no. We go forward.

What is the point of being here
if they're sending a search party?

| could've done him
back on the highway.

No, we take him somewhere else,
and we Bin Laden his ass.

We toss him in the ocean
so he's gone forever.

You fucking said it.

You said,
"We can't put a fucking fugitive

in the back seat of a fucking Ford
driving like we going to picnic!"

Come on, man,
we put a fucking bullet in his brain.

- Think!
- | am thinking,

and that phone fucks us good.

God damn it!

Fuck.

Hey, Jack, it's Mike Sandoval.

| need to call in a trap-and-trace
to a cell's last known tower number.

Tommy:
You think he made it to the highway?

Ghost: How would he know
which way to go?

All right, just like
back in the neighborhood, partner.

If we gonna find this bastard,
we got to split up.

Yeah, you're right.

I'm gonna take this trail over here.

You keep going down the path.

(grunts)

- Ghost!
- (grunting continues)

Ghost, where the fuck are you?!

Don't do it.

I'm not surprised.

| would do the same.

We leave a body,
there's gonna be a shitstorm.

I need to end this now, Tommy.

Okay, | guess
we're not negotiating this.

You want to bury him?

Carry his body back? No.

We'll let the vultures have at him.

Let's get out of here, brother.

What are you gonna do about
your nosey security guard Dean?

| need to get rid of him.

| mean, | don't want
to kill him, but...

Why not?

Well, | might still need
the motherfucker.

We're finally free, Tommy.

We're finally fucking free, man.

Me and you, man,
we got our whole lives back.

Yeah.

You get to start over.

Start over?

With what, Ghost?

Nigga, | ain't got no connect.

| ain't got no family.
| ain't got no...

Hey, man, you'll meet
a new girl, you know?

Better yet,
another lucky girl will meet you.

Can't replace Holly.

Come on.

Man, we made a lot of money.

You can do anything
you want to do.

It's only one part of our lives
that's over, Tommy.

We got our whole life ahead of us.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

And about Holly, man.

I'm sorry.

Sure.

(music playing)

- (exhales)
- Have a good run?

Yes.

And that's what | told
the doorman.

Mm.

Well, I've been here,
holding down my end of the bargain.

Good.

This bitch is hooked on you.

She been texting all damn day.

Damn, Tash, sounds just like me.

Yeah, well, | remember
how you used to talk to me.

| should probably call her.

We don't usually go this long
without talking.

Mm-hmm, okay,
well, before you do,

| just heard from Mama.

Tariq tried to sneak out the house.

When she caught him,
he talked back to her.

You want to know why?

- Because I'm not there.
- Because | ain't there.

Lobos may be dead,
but your shit is slipping,

and it's taking me out at the knees.

Tasha, he's just adjusting
to the new situation, okay?

That's all.
The kid'll be fine.

(cell phone vibrating)

- God, | miss you.
- | miss you, too.

Everything okay?
How was work?

It was a rough day.

What about you?

This property is beautiful, baby.
You should see it.

Tasha: Hmm.

Could be a big endeavor,
riskiest thing I've ever done.

Angela:
When do you get home?

Tomorrow, hopefully with good news,
so cross your fingers.

Jamie, | love you.

| love you, too, Angie.

Have a good night,
all right, baby?

Really, Tasha?

Is it always that easy
to lie to someone you love?

Jesus, I'm doing
what needs to be done, okay?

It's part of the plan.

- It's always like that with you.
- What?

Necessity.

What needs to be done.

Which is why
| can't understand this.

Our pre-nup says
that | get half if you want out.

You ready to lose half?
"Cause I'll take it all.

That money's for the kids, too.
| would never back out on that.

- You know that.
- But what if you're in prison?

You think killing Lobos is
gonna make your dirt disappear?

You think if she finds out you did this,
she's gonna cover for you?

| think she's not gonna find out.

The only way she finds out is if you tell
her, Tasha, and you're not gonna tell her.

You know why?
Because you're an accomplice.

| already signed them,
because | am so done with your ass.

Tasha, this is
what it looks like, uh,

moving forward for us, all right?

No more threats.
Nobody coming after...

me, you, the kids.

No more guns
in the house or guards.

I'm fucking keeping the family safe.
That's what I'm doing.

And some day,
you're gonna appreciate it.

Oh, | appreciate it.

Uh-uh. Don't even try it.

And | want my own car
for the trip home tomorrow.

Good night.

Mm-hmm.

(siren wailing in distance)

Hey, hey, hey.

| brought you your ring.

(whispers)

- Hello.
- Hello.

You're expected.

- James.
- Karen.

- Tasha, hello.
- Tasha: Hi, how are you?

- This is my father.
- It's an honor, Mr. Bassett.

| have a tremendous amount of
respect for your empire.

No, call me Horatio.

From what | hear, you're well
on your way to building your own.

We try. Speaking of "we,"
this is my lovely wife, Tasha.

Hi, how are you?
It's a pleasure to meet you, sir.

Tasha, are you joining us
for brunch?

I'm so flattered, but, no, I...

I need to get home
and be with the kids.

But the hotel was wonderful.

Thank you, really.

Have a good meeting.
Good luck, James.

- Give me a second.
- Mm-hmm.

All right, baby,
get home safe, okay?

(whispers)
Good-bye... Ghost.

Someone in this office
gave us up.

- Or someone in the BOP.
- Nope.

Or Lobos himself.

| mean, you know how common
burner phones are inside.

(clears throat)
Fuck.

Please, please tell me this
isn't about Valdes.

Who else would it be?

(chuckles)

We were, um, all pretty shaken up
when we thought you bought it.

Oh, Jesus, thanks.
That's sweet, Saxe.

Uh, shut up.

Like | said,
we were all spooked,

but Valdes was
practically crying

like a... human woman.

- For effect.
- Mm, looked pretty real to me.

- You guys back in the sack?
- No.

Well, then,
now that you're wounded,

I'm thinking you might be able
to get back in there.

Like a Purple Heart,
but, you know, pussy.

- (knocks)
- Ah.

- Hey.
- Dean, thanks for coming in.

Pleasure.

Look, | called you down to let you know
that | no longer need your services.

In my experience, when you save
the life of a man and that of his son,

they keep you close.
What's different about this situation?

| don't have to explain myself to you,
first of all.

You finally killed Lobos.

What'd you say?

(speaks foreign language)

- What language is that?
- (beeps)

Wait, how do you know the code?

You have many questions, and tell me,
which is right question to begin with?

- Who the fuck do you think you are?
- Wrong. Who are you, and do | know?

(Serbian accent)
Yes, | do, Jamie St. Patrick.

Look, Ghost.

| Know who you are.

Club owner, father,

adulterer, drug dealer...

thief.

Did you get my message?

Do you know
what you have taken from me?

You're Serbian,

and this has to do
with Viadimir and his crew.

And the shipment that
you and Tommy intercepted

and left for the police,

my drugs.

Sit.

Milan.

Nice to meet you.

And all this time...

you were working for me.

You were so concerned with Lobos
that you neglected me.

It's very selfish.

You took from me what was mine.

- You owe me, Ghost.
- You got close to me.

You hired your fucking men
to protect me,

but you're not gonna kill me.

"Cause you have value,
you and Tommy,

and I need you to go to work for me
to replace what you have stolen.

Why now, Milan, huh?

| got nothing left.

| got no network.
| got no supplies.

- I'm out of the fucking game.
- | know how you think.

You will stall and deal with me
like you did Lobos,

but first, remember,
my security team is in your clubs.

We know your home,
your family,

Angela.

You can kill me,
but it is of no consequence,

‘cause | am not Lobos,
and my organization

does not die with me.

Call Tommy and tell him

it's time to go back to work.

Do not worry.

You are very safe.

For now.

(door opens, closes)

(bottle cap clatters)

| did hear you say "Milan," right?

The motherfucker who eats people?

For sure?

Yo, he's been working for you
this whole time?

Fuck, Ghost,
where's your head at?

It was seamless, man.
He didn't miss a fucking beat.

And we just took out
one sicko yesterday.

I'm not emotionally prepared
to work for another psychopath.

Okay, brother, look, | hear you.
That's why we fucking need to kill him.

- Kill him?
- Yeah, kill him.

You want to kill Milan?

You know anything about him
or his crew?

No.

How about his turf,
his organization?

No. Fuck.

I mean, he's been working for you
for this long?

| bet you don't even know
what kind of car he drives.

Tommy, we are lucky
to be alive, man.

We're sitting here fucking talking,
and the only reason we're not dead

- is because he needs us.
- No, you are lucky.

I'm not the motherfucker
that killed Vladimir.

Fuck Vladimir.
He don't give a fuck about Vladimir.

He told me himself.
Listen to me, man.

He's talking about his shipment,
all right?

That motherfucker said
we're going back to work for him

to pay him back.

- You want to get back to hustling?
- | have to.

How exactly are you planning on
pulling it off living with a Fed?

You're gonna have to wake up
with her every morning...

and lie to her.

Lie to her all goddamn day.
Lie to her every night.

It's never gonna fucking work.

So you're saying | can't pull it off?

No, she took you back because
she thought that you was clean.

As soon as she finds out
that you got back in the game,

- she gonna turn you in.
- No, she won't.

No, but that's not even
your big fucking problem.

Your big fucking problem
is that she's your soft spot.

She's your weakness.

They can go on after her to get to you.

- Dean knows everything about me.
- Milan.

He knows everything about me, which
means he can get to my family, Tommy.

He can make Tasha and the kids
fucking target practice.

Tasha got a head on a swivel.

She a motherfucking G.
She got your kids on lock.

Now, but Angela, she's a liability.

You can't even tell her
that the Serbians are after her.

Now, I think that we should've killed
that bitch a long time ago,

but we didn't, so here we are.

She either catches you,
puts you in jail,

or she don't but Milan catches her.

Yeah.

But if you take her out...

you could make sure
that she don't suffer.

"Cause if Milan gets a hold of her...

| can't believe I'm saying this.

But if everything that Vladimir
told me about Milan is true...

My God.

Even | don't think
Angela deserves that.

I'll handle it.

I'll be here when you get back.

Finally, you're home.

Hey, baby.

How was your day?

Okay.

You don't seem okay.

And I'm certainly not okay.

Tell me about that...

you know, that part of the future
where we fly around the world.

That'll make us feel better.

Jamie, what's wrong?

(keys jingling)

Our future together,
flying around the world,

it's not gonna happen, baby.

Something went wrong with Karen?

Something's wrong.

Been wrong.

| was just too out of it to see.

You know, Angie,
yesterday Tariq ran away.

He's back now,
but I wasn't there.

At some point, my kids
have to be what's most important.

As they should be.

Jamie, I've never asked you to choose
between your kids and me.

What are you saying?

You know what I'm saying.

You separated from Tasha.

- | saw the papers.
- And now | know that was a mistake.

A mistake?

You love me.

| Know you do.
You told me so.

And-and | meant it, you know?
When | said it, | meant it.

| wanted to love you.
| wanted to dream.

Why are you doing this?

But that was our 15-year-old dream.
Maybe we've outgrown that dream.

Now, you love me, this me
standing here right now

asking you?

Not the version of me you put together
in your head 20 years ago but this me.

- You love this me?
- Yes, | love you.

You know that.

Tariq running away
means that all of a sudden

our feelings for each other
aren't real?

- This doesn't make sense.
- Tariq running away made me realize

what | have to lose, okay,
in the real world, not in a fantasy world.

Angela, do you really trust
your 15-year-old self

to make decisions
for the rest of your life?

I trust the way | feel about you,

the way I've always felt about you.

Everything I've done for you,

I've done for us,
and | would do it again.

Angie, if we were meant
to be together,

you think it would be this hard?

| came into the club, didn't I?

Wasn't that meant to be?

It's the right decision, okay?

Obviously,
you don't see that now,

but I know one day you will.

Take care of yourself.

There's something
you're not telling me.

What do you want me to tell you?

The truth.

Tell me the truth.

We can't be together, Angie.

It's the right decision.

Jamie, | love you.

I know.

Good-bye, Angie Valdes.

(Angela sobbing)

(music playing)

(music continues)

~ The end of the affair S

- The weight of the world I

~ The kindness gone to bed J

f The way of your laughter J

S Alive in the halls S

~ Did he hear, did he hear
the fumbled words you said? f

f Living without her J

J Living at all I

< Seems to slow me down J

J Living forever f

S Hell, | don't know f

~£ Dol care, do | care
the thunder's rumbled sound? Jf

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