All language subtitles for Power S03E08_track3_[eng]

Previously on "Power"...

So how the fuck you know
about this place?

| know about everything.

For now we got to do
what he says.

| don't care what
the Serbian Hannibal Lecter says, Ghost.

I'll handle this my own way.

You're not gonna
sell drugs in my club.

lam in your home
with your family.

Think of them the next time
you want to betray me.

You have everything
to lose, Duse.

(grunts)

Milan:
You have immense value.

This is the best time
to be alive.

So you know nothing
about the cell phone

found at the Lobos
murder scene?

- No.
- No.

- No.
- No.

You keep saying
there's an inside man.

- Maybe it's you.
- Look into Angela.

She's involved.

We need to talk
to James St. Patrick.

You killed Lobos,
and the DOJ thinks | participated.

You're gonna let me get the death penalty
for something | didn't do.

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

(dog barking)

(groaning)

Shh, shh, shh, shh, Rishka.

He's a friend.

If you're gonna try
to ransom me or some shit,

Ghost ain't the type
that's gonna pay.

No, I do not plan to keep you here
against your will.

After last night's gathering,
well, a man in your condition

| would not leave alone.

Okay, well, | don't know
what the fuck your angle is,

but if you're not keeping me,

I'd like to get
the fuck out of here now.

Da.

Tatiana will stitch you up,
then Petar will drive you home,

and you rest.

We will come for you later.

We have business to discuss.

Okay.

You're a popular man, Mr. Egan.

(groans)

Come, Rishka.

Where's Lobos?

| don't know.

| handled my end.

Lobos went with your men.
Have you heard from them?

No.

(speaking Spanish)

Just the federal government looking
for the inside man and his accomplice.

Let me get the phone
you used to call me.

| have to destroy it.

| need to get out of the country.

| need a plane ticket,
and I need money.

Si.

Lobos told me where they are.

Bring me the ticket
and the money.

You'll get the phone.

They get to live.

~ You really got a hold on me J

f Really got a hold on me f

~ You really got a hold on me J

f Really got a hold on me f

f Baby...

Tommy, you want to tell me
where the fuck you been, man?

It's like you fell off the grid.

What happened to your face?

Callahan is still breathing.

Our Serbian friend
don't like my loyalty to the church.

Yeah, he came
by the apartment, too, man.

- He threatened the kids.
- The kids?

- Damn.
- J You really got a hold on me f

- J Really got a hold... J
- (music stops)

And if Milan wasn't enough...

the Feds found Lobos's body.

Well, | ain't surprised.

Are you?

That's because
you fucked up the plan.

They know that whoever shot Lobos
had inside information.

They think Angela
might have been the leak.

Did Hugo give you
the name of his inside man?

No, and | ain't trying to find him
to find out, neither.

He's been blowing me up,
probably trying to set up a meet

so he can shoot me
in the fucking face.

You got to let him set up that meet.
We have to find out.

Why, for Angela?

No, Ghost.
Fuck that.

No, for us.

We're connected.

If they arrest her
as the inside man,

then they come looking
at us as the shooters, man.

She goes down,
we go down with Angela.

Exactly.
You got to call Hugo.

Fuck.

Yes, thank you
for the surveillance footage.

| just received it.

Great. Bye.

(whispers)
Come on.

There you are.

Well done, Jamie.

Unfortunately,
we cannot overlook the fact

that Mr. Ruiz has
broken the law for years.

And we're willing
to make a generous offer,

but it will include jail time.

My client revealed incriminating
information about himself

in exchange for
your guarantee of immunity.

Well, his agreement was attached
to helping us convict Lobos.

No Lobos, no immunity.

So my deal is dead?

Maybe there's another way
to look at this thing, right?

You know I'm interested in Ghost.

And you want to send me inside
even after | agreed to help you?

You couldn't protect Lobos.
How you gonna protect me?

I'll be dead in a day, so...

fuck you, and fuck off.

- (scoffs)
- Vamonos.

That Tatiana bitch is alive?

And was in your house
like it was nothing?

(music playing)

- Guess Milan knew about the tip.
- Yeah, he knew.

But he didn't know
it was you that made the call,

so that's how we're gonna keep it.

So what are we gonna do?

He knows everything
about me, Andre,

so | got to know
everything about him.

- Mm.
- I'm working on that.

For now, it's only club business
when we talk in here, okay?

Speaking of club business,
she ain't looking good, man.

Them bitch-ass motherfuckers
across the street, Andy and Alby?

They swooped in and got the deal
with Karen, bro.

It was in the paper today.

They moved so fucking fast.

Mm.

Fuck.

~ Talk about the babies J

- Starving to death J

< Talk about the... J

(siren wailing in distance)

(gun clicks)

I'm unarmed.

Like we agreed.

You double-crossed us.

You were supposed to kill him.

| guess | forgot.

We think your inside contact
betrayed Lobos,

so just give us his name.

We'll find him.
We'll get even.

You ever been set on fire
before, Hugo?

It's crazy, it smells like bacon,

except it's more personal.

You know this man
can identify you, right?

He's a loose end.

El nombre.

| want his fucking name.

I'm not done with him yet.

Okay.

Tommy, let's get him in the car.
It's gonna be a long night.

Tommy: Come on, stupid.
You heard him.

Move it!

Hugo: When Lobos finds out
about this, you're dead.

Yeah?
| ain't too worried about Lobos.

Oh, no, you don't worry
about your own life,

but you cried
over a Stupid little dog.

Hey, what'd your woman say
when she found it?

Did she cry, too?

Did you cry together?

- Fuck you, you fucking piece of sh--
- Tommy...

No!

Fuck, man.

Tommy, what the fuck?

We could have fucking
made him talk, man.

Now we got squat 'cause you can't
fucking control yourself.

| can control myself just fine!

He had to go.

Yo, and fuck Angela.

Tell your bitch not to talk
if they step to her.

I'm getting the fuck out of here,

and I'ma keep this gun.

You think somebody in this office
really leaked the Lobos information?

Or are they just fucking with us?

- They didn't arrest anybody.
- Not yet.

Saxe:
What are you saying?

You better not be saying it was me,
‘cause I'm clean.

Probably one of you
or Sandoval.

Angela: This is what MJ wants,
uS arguing,

set us up against each other.

I don't know,
make us paranoid.

Well, it's not paranoia
if one of us gets the needle.

- That's reality.
- Who mentioned the death penalty?

- Donovan.
- White Donovan or black Donovan?

Hey.

- Hey, Jerry.
- Saxe.

Main Justice is gone.

They're headed to Eastern District.

They're running point
on the Lobos murder.

| just came
from a debrief over there.

So spill.
What do they got?

It was definitely
a premeditated hit.

There was a fresh grave
waiting for Lobos, but it wasn't used.

Looks like he ran for his life,
was caught and then shot

multiple times in the chest
at close range by a man

who already had
him subdued.

Feels personal, you know?

Any hard leads on the doer?

No, but this is interesting.

Only one set of bullets in Lobos,

but he was walked in the woods
by two men, two sets of footprints.

(cell phone chimes)

Duty calls.

- Enjoy the bagels.
- Saxe: Later.

They require so much.

| was arranging a, uh,
a pickup for my son after school.

- Do you have kids?
- No, I don't.

So how can | help you,
Ms. Hazen?

| want to talk with you

about your relationship
with Angela Valdes.

You used her once

to help your drug-dealing friend
Egan beat a rap.

That worked so well,
| think you did it a second time.

| think you used her to help Egan
kill his supplier, Felipe Lobos,

and I'd like to offer you immunity
for your testimony

against AUSA Valdes.

| don't have any idea
of what you're talking about.

You were living with her.

You paid her rent,
got her guard down.

You used her classified information

to commit capital murder.

Turn her in, Mr. St. Patrick.

You're a smart man.

It's the smart play.

Did AUSA Valdes give you information
about Felipe Lobos?

And who is Felipe Lobos again?

All the hitters spoke Spanish
except for one guy, he spoke English.

White, New York accent,
probably Queens.

It's a local.

Now, I've been thinking about it.

I think it was Tommy Egan.

- Not this shit again, Knox.
- | saw Lobos get grabbed by three men.

Now, we got two bodies, right?

- Right.
- Right?

Leaves one guy, except there were
two sets of non-Lobos footprints

found in the woods,
Egan and St. Patrick.

St. Patrick.

Should have seen that one coming.

You know, first you ask me
to pull info for you on Ruiz

while you're suspended.

- Well...
- Yeah, that's right.

| found out you were suspended.

| don't even want to know
how you knew that Lobos was still alive.

Didn't even know he was stabbed.
Didn't...

- Let's just-- let's just go with it.
- Okay.

Why would Egan
kill Lobos, Greg?

- (chuckles)
- Huh?

Why would a distro want to kill
his international supplier,

a cartel leader who keeps him
balls-deep in cash?

Yup.

Maybe there's a new connect.

Maybe doesn't work
for me, all right?

| want facts, so till you get me
something real, lose my number.

(clears throat)
Okay.

You selling contraband cigarettes
out of Truth now?

So they are illegally imported.
| thought so.

There's no stamp.

Look, I'm trying to locate a man
who makes himself very hard to find.

| think he's illegally importing those.

Look, I'm vice, not customs.

But | got a guy.

- | can make a call...
- No, no, no, listen to me.

This has to stay
just between us, all right?

Donato, if you help me out on this,
I'll make it worth your while,

set you up with the biggest bust
of your career, man.

| just need an address,
a warehouse, maybe a garage,

| don't know,
somewhere where someone

can store these for distribution.

All right, well, | can't help you
with a warehouse, but retail.

I'll give you the names
of some bars I've busted

selling those under the counter.

Maybe you go in,
find out where they get ‘em.

Hey, look, pal, you're gonna
have to do the legwork.

And probably a lot of drinking, too,
if you want to get people to talk.

Get me the names of the bars.

(chuckles)

You keep showing up here in the middle
of the day like it ain't nothing.

Ain't you got a goddamn job?

I do, putting murdering
drug dealers in jail.

What do you do?

Jamie's alibi for the Lobos murder
will hold up.

You won't say a word.

What about Tommy?
Where was he that day?

How should | know?
I'm not his fucking babysitter.

Expect an official visit
from the FBI.

If Tommy's innocent,

his alibi better hold up,
whatever it is.

| think Tommy was
with his mother that day,

out on Long Island.

Shit.

(speaking Serbian)

(cell phone vibrates)

Holy shit.

Petar: Oxycodone,
Buprenorphine, Secobarbital.

How you plan on moving it?

First we place false purchase orders
from shell medical companies

so that everything's legit on paper.

Then we will set up depots
like retail locations

where customers can come
and get their fix.

(laughs)
Oh, fixed spots?

Pill poppers and street junkies
are two different animals.

Pills sell to high-end customers.

You got to be mobile.
That's where your real bank is.

What would you suggest?

You need couriers who could
blend in to move into high-end places

without getting spotted,

and like magic,
your Oxy or whatever

shows up right at your door
like a fucking pizza.

| told Petar you would
show your worth.

(indistinct chatter)

Yo, I can't talk right now.

| got to take Ghost's kid
out to Basketball City, man.

This nigga's got me out here
like a fucking nanny, man.

| need to talk business.

All right, well, little man on the way,
so | got to go.

Angela:
Tommy was with you all day?

Yeah, yeah, he never left.

Most men don't like spending time
with their mothers,

but Tommy and I,
we're different.

Tell me about that day.
What do you remember?

Watch anything on TV?

(exhales)
"Judge Judy," "Maury Povich."

Tommy really likes "Dr. Phil."

So if | find out
which episodes were on

and | ask Tommy about them,
he'll remember?

Sure.

What did you eat for lunch?

Uh, pizza.

- What was on the pizza?
- Pepperoni.

- Where did you order it from?
- | don't remember.

Was it delivery?
| can find out who came here.

Uh, Tommy went to go pick it up.

| thought you said
he didn't go anywhere.

- You said he never left.
- | never left except to get the pizza.

| was only gone, what,
20 minutes, Ma?

Yeah, that's right, Tommy.

You know, uh, he was gone
such a short time, | didn't remember.

Sit down, Angela.

(indistinct chatter)

Bet you can't make
that shot right there.

How much you want to bet?

$10, right?
Pay up.

(chuckles)
Ah!

What's good, Dre?

Ain't shit.
What's up, man?

Hey, let me see
what you got, man.

- Make five in a row right there, a'ight?
- Tariq: A'ight.

You got a GPS on me
or something?

Nah, nigga, | had other business
on this side of town.

Just came through to see if
you all was still here.

Uh-huh.

That's Ghost's son, huh?

What's his name?

His name's Tariq, man.

See that, Dre?
That's three in a row.

Good shot.

Tariq, who taught you
how to hoop?

My friend Shawn used to help me out
until he-- until he died.

I'm a friend of Dre's.

| used to know Shawn, too.
We used to play ball.

My name's Slim.
You mind if we shoot a few?

Yeah, sure.

| know you and Jamie killed Lobos.

His alibi checks out, but you?

You need to get your story straight
with Kate, or we're all fucked.

| don't know what you're talking about,
but | don't take orders from you.

Listen, | don't like you either, but we're
all on the same fucking side now.

Get your mother in line.

It's too bad things didn't work out
between you and Holly.

If she was still around,
you would have had an airtight alibi.

We questioned that girl for 24 hours,
and she didn't say a fucking word.

You ain't the inside guy, but you told
Ghost something, didn't you?

Enough so now you scared
out your goddamn mind.

It was dumb to come here, Angie.

What if you were followed?

Trust me, stay cool.

If you don't, you and Ghost
gonna need his-and-her jumpsuits.

Tariq: How you shoot so good
with that glove on?

Why you have it on, anyway?

Why don't you go get me
and little man something to drink?

Nah, we about to wrap up, man.

Go get something for yourself, too.

You play ball in school?

No, we don't even have a team.

What time you get out?
Maybe we can go play sometime.

At, like, 3:00.

| see you got the new Jordans.

- You a sneaker head?
- Yeah.

| used to be like that, too.

| had them red IVs
when | was your age.

Really?
That's dope.

- It was fire.
- Dre: Hey, look, man.

We got to make a move on, a‘ight?

So, yeah, | got to take you
back to your pop's.

Get your stuff, a‘ight?

All right.
Good meeting you.

Nice to meet you, too, 'Riq.

Dre.
Hit me up, man.

Ghost, it's time for a meeting
with all the primeras

to expand to the next level.

| have something to do right now,

but I'll do as you say
and arrange a time and a place.

The time is now,
and as for the place...

(softly)
What the fuck?

What the fuck's going on, man?

And | get no fucking heads up?

In the club, Tommy?
What the fuck, man?

| couldn't make a move.
Fucking Igor was on me all day.

(door opens)

Vibora.

| didn't know you were back.

- I'll grab another seat.
- No, I'll take this one.

| will take a whiskey, though.
Now.

| got to get back to my corners.

We gonna get this shit started
or what?

And | got a soup kitchen to open.

The homeless don't like waiting,
Tommy, for food or drugs.

What's the deal?

All right, sit down.

Go on, sit down,
sit down, sit down.

Listen up, everybody.

| got something special.

(bottle rattles)

You see this?

This right here is the future.

Now, we still gonna be
slanging dope same as always,

but we also gonna be pushing pills,
and none of that fake shit

from China that'll make you go
at a cop with retard strength.

I'm talking name-brand,
quality shit,

but you're all gonna be
paying for it up front.

- Up front?
- What? That's never been the deal.

Shin:
We don't sell synthetics.

Since when does the distro
tell me how to spend my money

- on what product?
- Since right fucking now.

Ruiz:
| sell dope, not sleeping pills

for soccer moms to suck down
with their chardonnay.

| agree.

| don't want to do this kind
of a business with you.

| can't prove it,

but | know you killed my son.

- (groans)
- Shit.

Oh.

Callahan:
Mother of God.

(groaning)

All right.

Well, an-- anybody else
got a problem?

Good.

I'ma teach you how to get these
into every fucking corner in New York.

Man, what the fuck was that?

What's going on, Tommy?

A primera meeting in Truth,

and then he offs Shin
in the middle of the club?

Well, you should be happy about that.

He was pretty fucking angry
that you killed his kid.

To save your fucking life.

And then you're giving away
our whole system.

You told him about the couriers and shit.
What up with that?

Well, like you said,
we work for Milan... till we don't.

You said toe the line,
and I'm in step.

Oh, man.

Would you fucking relax, man?

Milan is testing you
to see how you gonna take it.

Don't overreact.

Come on, Ghost, think.

Think.

- All right, pull your shit together.
- Okay.

Shit, you're right.

And you better straighten out Ruiz

"cause that mouthy motherfucker's
gonna get us all killed.

- I'll get Ruiz on lock.
- Good.

Much more and we're gonna need
a bigger safe soon.

(laughs)
Probably should get one anyway.

It's about that time, girl.
Trust me.

(door opens)

Sorry, we're closed.

(American accent)
Hi, Tasha.

| hope I didn't scare you.

No, I'm just surprised
to see you, that's all.

Well, I'm sorry to show up unannounced,
but I could never plan things in advance.

I'm just about to close up.

Why don't we talk another time?
| could come to you.

(normal voice)
lam not dangerous to your friends.

She does not know who | am,

but she does not know
who you are either, right?

No, she don't know shit,
and it's gonna stay that way.

Da.

So this is how Tommy
is cleaning his money.

Genius. Most of the DEA is white.
If they're black, they're men.

This place is not even
in their vocabulary.

And your husband who was obviously
so honest with you about me.

Are you so honest with him?

Does he know
what you really do here?

No, but he will
if you keep this up.

White boy dancing into a weave shop
in the middle of the hood?

You should go before somebody
starts asking questions.

Tell your husband
to forget his plan to get rid of me

or he will force my hand.

- (clattering)
- Shit!

Oh.

(American accent)
Let me help you with that.

No, no, I'm fine.
I got it.

- l-- | got it. I'm fine.
- You okay?

- Yes, thank you.
- Pleasure.

So, yeah, were you looking
for directions or something?

Oh, no, I, uh,
work for Tasha's husband.

You must be LaKeisha.

-l am.
- I'm Dean.

- It's nice to meet you.
- It's nice to meet you, too.

- Well, | have to get going.
-Mm-hmm.

So | will talk to you later, Tasha?

Okay.

Good night.

- Good night.
- Good night, Dean.

That was nice of him.

He just came by to see if we needed
extra security around here.

Cut the bullshit, T.

All this crap about
wholesaling hair and shit,

you turning my shop
into a drug front?

You were never
supposed to know.

Tasha, how could you
do this to me?

| could lose everything
or go to jail.

Who's gonna take care
of my son then?

You know what?
Get your shit and get the fuck out.

I can't, okay? I can't.

If | stop working here now,
he'll know something's up, all right?

The only way to protect you
is to stay.

You got to promise me
you won't tell anybody.

| don't have to promise you shit.

Lock up behind me.

Keisha.

Make it quick.

| know you believe
| was the leak.

But | need you to know
| would never do anything

to endanger anyone in
law enforcement, especially you.

Too late, damage is done.

| know you hate me,

and | don't blame you,
but you have to believe me.

It wasn't me.

You know | want to win
too much for that.

Then prove it.

Prove to me you aren't the leak,

or give me something
that can help me figure out who is.

Until then, it's just a matter of time
until you're exposed.

| really hope St. Patrick
was worth it.

Fuck.

(engine turns over)

(beeps)

MJ:
You miss him?

Hey, MJ.
How can | help you?

| stopped by Truth,
called on James St. Patrick.

| actually get it now.

| wonder what it was like to wake up
to him every morning.

You know he was involved
with the Lobos murder...

somehow.

Now, | don't think he did
any of the dirty work,

not with those
bespoke suits and all,

but I bet he knows
who pulled the trigger.

| don't know what he knows,
if he knows anything at all.

You know this is
a death penalty case,

and you know
a jury would eat you alive.

A young, beautiful woman
sleeping with the enemy.

But...

if you wear a wire,

get St. Patrick to talk,

he and the shooter
would get prosecuted, not you.

You think he would confess to me?

Why?

| saw his face
when | said your name.

| think he'd probably confess
just to get back up that pencil skirt,

and you could get a walk.

That's bullshit, and you know it.

If you had evidence,
the Lobos shooters

would be flipped on me,
not the other way around.

I'd get lethal injection
because | took a vow

to serve and protect.

I'm not your leak, MJ.

| don't know anything
about St. Patrick's involvement,

but trust me,
if | could prove he was guilty,

I'd serve him up to you
on a goddamn platter.

| hope you survive this,
AUSA Valdes.

I'll be rooting for you.

Tasha: Ghost.

- Ghost!
-Hmm?

| know you hear me.
Wake up.

What the fuck, Tash?

Kids saw you come home
drunk last night

when you were supposed
to be watching them.

| mean, what the fuck
are you thinking, Ghost?

You got to have your mind right,
especially now.

| haven't seen you like this in years.

| went to a bar last night
to do some research.

I'm in control, Tasha.

I'm gonna get us out
from under Milan.

| got a plan.

Maybe we shouldn't be planning
something against him.

Maybe with Milan, doing nothing
is the right thing to do,

- keep us all safe.
- You got to trust me, Tash, okay?

You have to trust me.

That's why | went out last night.

I need more information
before | can make a move.

I'm gonna shower.

(door closes)

Tommy, Ghost is plotting
something against Milan,

and he's fucking drinking again.
Call me back.

- Are you hungry?
- No, thank you.

So tell me how Ghost reacted
to the meeting at Truth.

He wasn't happy about it,
but | got him to come ‘round.

You see how the tables have turned?

How he needs you now?

| can tell from watching you
that it used to be the other way.

Well, a lot of things done changed.

And yet some have not.

You're still uncle to his children,
brother to his wife.

| went to see Tasha to see if Ghost
had told her about me.

He told her everything.

She was afraid,
but more for her friend than herself.

- What friend?
- LaKeisha, pretty girl.

Yeah.

All of you so connected,

but all it causes is pain.

What would your life be like,
Tommy,

if you had no friends,

if you were completely free?

- | am free.
- Are you?

Or are you still loyal to a man
who is not loyal to you?

Right now,

| bet Ghost is plotting against me

even though he knows
I will kill the both of you

if he tries to make a move.

He didn't tell me nothing
about no plans.

Would he?
You know the man.

Would he tell you
before he made a move?

| see potential in you,
my friend.

You could replace me.

But you cannot get there as long
as you are anchored to Ghost,

a man you cannot trust.

Why we working for the Serbian
motherfucker, hmm?

Why'd you send me away?

So you could kill Lobos?

| don't know if I can trust you.

Listen, Ruiz, | know you were
talking to the Feds,

and | know that you
almost gave them my name

even after | saved your life.

The Puerto Rican girl,
the AUSA, she works for you.

Not a good look for you.

You turning snitch on me
does not end well for you.

But I'll tell you how
you can make it up to me.

You go give them another story.

I'm done fucking with the Feds.

No, you aren't.
You go back to the Feds.

You tell them you'll help them,
but instead of snitching on me,

you give them a bigger fish,
our new boss, Milan.

I'm not snitching on that guy.

If the Feds put Milan away
or deport his ass back to hell...

I'm out.
| bow out as distro.

You get a new connect,
and you become distro.

You back in the game, baby,
with an upgrade.

(indistinct chatter)

Kanan: Yo, Tariq.

How you doing?

Hey, I'ma check y'‘all later.

| was in the hood, thought
I'd roll through, see what's up.

You want to get something to eat?

| don't know.
| got to wait for Dre.

You got to wait for your babysitter?
| hear that.

(music playing)

£1 be getting paper... J

You want some?

You should try it if you want,
get your buzz on.

Unless Dre coming
with your sippy cup.

You'll get used to it.

All the good shit hurts
the first time around.

(engine turns over)

Donato, you said you got
something for me? Shoot.

Donato: Yeah,
a little coincidence popped up.

Four of the places we busted
for selling these cigarettes

in the last year are owned
by the same company,

a bread company of all things,
Stuben Bread.

You know anything about them?

Yeah, | think maybe | do.

Send me the names
of the Stuben places immediately.

Donato:
Yeah, will do.

Look, James,

is this about the attempt on your life?

Because you could just tell me
what you're looking for.

Ghost: I'm looking
to get you promoted, all right?

So if this works out for you,
I'll be in contact about that bust.

Donato: Okay.

(groans)
So?

So I checked Ruiz's ass, all right?

- Oh, yeah.
- No more problems from him.

- That's over.
- Good,

‘cause | heard Milan
likes white meat.

| don't want to be on his menu.

- (laughs)
- Ghost.

What up?

If you're working on some plan to get out,
you better fucking tell me.

This can't be like it was before,

where you zig without
telling me to fucking zag.

Nope, | got no plan, man.

| don't know enough
about the cat, you know?

| don't know his story.

Most importantly, | don't know
his fucking weak spots,

don't know where
his headquarters are.

| mean, can you tell me
where he hangs out?

You got any idea?

Nah, I'm just as much
in the dark as you.

So I guess we just
stay the course.

Right, Ghost.

Tariq: So this is where
you and my dad grew up?

Kanan: Yup.

He told me not to come here,
to stay away.

Fuck that, nigga needs to know
where he come from.

| started out hustling these streets
after school when | was 11.

We started out selling
Fat Alberts to my uncles.

Fat Alberts?
What's that?

That's 1/4 gram of coke
wrapped in foil.

Back in the day
they went 25 a pop.

How'd you meet my dad?

He was in the game with me, kid.

He a D-boy from way back.
He ain't just move the shit.

He was one of the baddest
motherfuckers on the block.

He don't seem that way now.

You want to see some proof?

So you're not speaking to me now?

| ain't got nothing to say.

Fine.

Then don't talk, just listen.

| don't want you to get hurt, Keisha,

and | don't know
how much time we have,

so you got to take this bag.

To shut me up, right?

Well, how much?

Almost 500 Gs.

You take this,
you look the other way.

You help me to prove to the people
| work for that you can be trusted.

Keisha, I'm trying to save your life.

Are you?

What you gonna do
if | don't take the money?

What you gonna do if you don't?

You ain't gonna make it to the cops.

| ain't going to no cops.

I'm no fucking snitch.

Then take the bag, Keisha.

Please.

I'll see you here tomorrow.

- I'm sorry.
- Yeah, | am, too.

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

| knew you would
pull something like this.

This was not the plan, Jamie.

You said you had something.
You drop the evidence off at 8:00.

| pick it up at 9:00.
That was the deal.

What's going on between
you and Greg Knox, huh?

No, no, no, you do not
get to ask me that question.

We are not friends.
We are not lovers.

We are just two people who have
to work together to stay out of jail.

Here, Angie.

- What's this?
- It belongs to Lobos's guy, okay?

Whoever the leak is at your office
was Calling him on that phone.

| figured you could trace
the number or texts.

Where is Lobos's guy?
Can I talk to him?

Can't tell you that.

How did you get this?

- | can't tell you, Angela.
- You don't trust me.

Makes two of us,
‘cause you don't trust me.

Where were you
the day Lobos was killed?

Karen's hotel, like | said.

Can anyone corroborate that?

Tasha, but you already know that
because you already talked to her.

She said you slept together.

- Is that true?
- Come on.

The day after you fucked me
on my dining room table,

you took your wife away
to reconcile?

We spent the night in the room,
and | spent the night on the couch.

Are you happy?

You two should get
your stories straight.

God, I'm such a fucking idiot.

- Angie, stop.
- At least we're both innocent.

- Angela, stop, okay? Listen...
- Just get out.

Get out.

Have a seat.

A friend of mine, Breeze,
used to live here.

What happened to him?

He got shot in this room.

Your father and |
used to work for Breeze.

We was tough little niggas like you.

Breeze was strong,
but he wasn't smart,

had the same routine every day.

We always know
where that motherfucker at.

One day your father said to me...

- (phone vibrates)
- Hold on.

Oh, it's my mom.
She looking for me.

Tell her you'll be home in a hour.

- All right.
- (music playing on TV)

Oh, so what was you
saying about my dad?

Your pops knew

that Breeze'd be here
at 7:00 to watch "Jeopardy!"

Nigga loved Alex Trebek.

So Ghost came up after school,

we broke in, and we waited for him
to come home and watch TV.

So... to scare him?

Breeze didn't have time
to get scared.

(phone vibrates)

Man, | fucking hate my dad.

| thought you looked up
to that motherfucker.

Thought y'all was tight.

He always trying to
give me rules on, like,

how to act and what men do,

but he's a fucking liar.

Like, he cheated on my mom,
then he moved out,

and then he just
turned his back on us.

He turned his back on me, too.

You want to get him back?

Yeah, | wish | could.

If all the things you're telling me
about who he was was real...

Oh, it's true.

Then everything he told me
about himself was just a lie.

| can't even trust him no more.

You can trust me, little man.

You can trust me.

- Yes, sir?
- Uh, can | get a scotch double?

Never seen you in here before.

Well, it's nice to be seen
for the first time.

- What's your name?
- My name is Bill.

Pleasure to meet you, Bill.

Nice to meet you.

Ah.

- One of those days, huh?
- Yeah.

Seems like one of those days
every day now, you know?

It's like the more | fight,
the deeper | get.

Uh, sir, what do you say
I'd get a pack of those cigarettes

right there, the Drina?

(door opens)

(knocks on door)

You're never gonna stop
pursuing me,

thinking I'm the leak,

even without proof
I've done anything wrong.

Oh, I'll get it soon.

I, uh, figured out St. Patrick's motive
for the Lobos murder,

so whoever helped him
and Egan kill Lobos

is gonna be outed and prosecuted.

I'd get yourself a lawyer, Angela.

lam a lawyer, Greg.

I've been investigating Jamie, too.

You said you wanted proof?

Look at this.

The day of the transport,

he was at the Odette Hotel.

- See the date?
- Mm-hmm.

You know,
this shows him entering.

Doesn't mean he couldn't
bail later to do Lobos.

| called the hotel.

His car was with the valet overnight.
He left the next day.

Could have slipped out a side door,
had a backup car.

Any witnesses verify
that he was actually at the hotel

at the time of the murder, Angela?

Watch this.

His wife, Tasha,
was with him.

| was sure he killed Lobos.

| thought I would feel better
if | could just put him in jail.

| went looking,
but | found this.

| told you I'm not the leak.

Do you believe me now?

You can say you told me so.

No, I'm not gonna Say that.

| should go.

Yeah.

It's true what I said.

Um, it's a really
bad neighborhood.

| could walk you
to your car at least.

I'm--

I'm just... so cold.

| still love her.

You know?

| mean, | really love her.

(phone chimes)

Yo, man, | hate to tell you this
but | got to close up shop.

Sure, of course you do.

(both moaning)

~ This hate, need space J

- Need time to forget this taste f

I Five days to let it go /

< Till we can be alone J

I sit here, lay low J

J Five days with the radio J

~ Keep playing these love songs J

I It's rubbing me wrong I

f First we fight with fists... f

- Oh, fuck.
- [ Then we speak in tongues J

~ Hangin’ on, hangin‘ on,
hangin’ on J

- Keep making love
until we fall apart J

f We're putting bandages
on battle scars f

f We keep on going
till we're in too deep J

~ Impossible to leave,
can't stand this bittersweet J

~ So pour some honey on me J

/ Pour some more honey on me J

~ So pour some honey on me J

J Pour some more honey on me... J

(tires squealing)

(line ringing)

What the fuck, Tommy?

(shower running)

(music playing)

Ayo, quit Captain Savin’,
serenadin’ them hos Jf

~ She no Juliet for no Romeo
with no dough Jf

f She report to pimpin’,
now back to trickin' J

f She report to pimpin’,
nigga back to trickin' f

f Hey, ho J

~ Get back to twerkin’,
back to workin' J

~ Get back to strippin’,
they back to tippin' J

~ Them stacks is fallin’,
they back to ballin’ f

~ Them bottles poppin’,
bitch, the mall is callin’ us

~ Quit fuckin’ around,
not playin’ around, bitch J

S Shit is for real f

~ Quick makin’ a stack,
back makin' some mill f

<1 mean, get us a deal J

~ Bitch, fix us a meal,
tell me, how does it feel? J

~ On the social network when they said
a nigga really ain't got no chill J

f He think he fuckin’ my bitch,
nigga, that bitch for rent

~ He know how to treat a ho,
| mean, all that money spent J

~ She says you a sweetheart,
a sweetheart J

~ Things tend to go
a little different 'round here J

- We pimpin’, nigga... f

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