All language subtitles for Power S03E09_track3_[eng]

Previously on "Power"...

Milan:
| see potential in you, my friend.

- You could replace me.
- What's going on, Tommy?

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

Dre: Andy and Alby, they swooped in
and got the deal with Karen, bro.

They moved so fucking fast.

If you help me out on this, I'll set you
up with the biggest bust of your career.

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

Yeah, sure.

It's just a matter of time
until you're exposed.

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

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

You go back to the Feds.
You tell ‘em you'll help ‘em.

You give 'em a bigger fish.

Tommy, Ghost is plotting something
against Milan.

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

Got no plan, man. Don't know where
his headquarters are, man.

Can you tell me where he hangs out?

Tommy: No.
I'm just as much in the dark as you.

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

Tommy:
Shipment's out.

Everything as usual,
plus Milan's new shit.

And we're looking good
from our collections, except for Ruiz.

Ain't got a dime from him.

Milan wants his territory
covered ASAP.

| thought you had him on lock.

Trust me, Ruiz is good for it,
all right?

He never wanted
out of the game to begin with.

He's good.
He wants back in.

Oh, yeah?
He don't seem like it.

It means he hit me up last night.

He said he wanted to talk about something,
so I'm going by there later.

So you talking to Ruiz now
but you can't pick up the phone for me?

| mean, | hit you last night.

What you find, a good piece
of pussy or something?

No, | was with Milan.

Brought me to his warehouse
where he keeps that designer shit.

He just wanted me
to know where it was.

- How'd it look?
- How did it look?

It looked like a fuckin’ warehouse...
made of bricks, cold, dark.

(speaking Serbian)

Tommy, you will come
to know these men

as time goes on
and you continue to show your value.

Hey, Milan.

Tommy is one of us now.

Isn't that right?

We just got to be on the same page.
You know what | mean?

Tommy:
Mm-mm.

What I'm saying is,
if we get anything, Tommy,

- we've got to make sure we talk.
- | know.

Oh, okay.

The Feds step to Angela
about Lobos?

Is she keeping
her fucking mouth shut?

They're looking at her, yeah,
but | found something on Hugo

that I think Angela could use.

She'll figure it out, man.

She's smart.

(chuckles)

She ain't that fucking smart.

And if she was,
she never would've gotten mixed up

with you in the first place.

See you later.

(beeps and chimes)

(cell phone vibrates)

(cell phone vibrates)

(beeps)

(cell phone vibrating)

(helicopter blades
whirring in distance)

~ Just call me angel
of the morning... f

(knock at door)

f Angel J

~ Just touch my cheek
before you leave me, baby... f

Ms. Egan,
it's good to see you again.

You look... breathtaking.

- It was Agent Asshole, right?
- Right.

Oh, that must make you
Agent Dickhead.

Tommy ain't here.

Now, that's funny that you know
we're looking for your son.

When's the last time you saw him?

We're not just gonna
walk away, Ms. Egan.

- Before you leave me... J

Thank you.

So when's the last time
you saw him?

It's been days
since I've last seen Tommy.

Stubborn kid...

won't let me pay him back
for the pizza.

Yeah?

25 bucks to pick up
two pepperoni pies.

Can you believe that price?

Medina: Wow, 25.
That is-- that is really something.

| got the receipt
around here somewhere.

Ah, take a look for yourself.

Oh, look at that. Hmm.

Hey, Knox.

Look at the date.

That's the last time
you saw Tommy?

Yeah, yeah.

He was here all day,
hogging the remote.

How do we know
he was here all day,

that at some point
he didn't leave, come back?

Oh, well, we bought it
with his credit card.

Medina: | think it's time
we got out of your hair, Ms. Egan.

Sorry for the trouble.

Be sure to tell Tommy
we stopped by.

Just a little bit to the left...

about 6 inches.

Perfect.

Okay, and make sure that extra signs
are posted out front.

Man:
We'll take care of it.

- Thank you, guys.
- (cell phone rings)

Hey, girl.
What's going on?

Woman: Wondering if you talked
to ‘Keisha today.

She ain't showed up,

and ain't nobody here
covering her shift, either.

You tried calling her?

Woman:
She ain't picking up.

- Probably with some nigga.
- Huh.

Woman: You might
want to call her yourself.

Ah, all right,
don't worry about it.

- I'll track her down. Thanks.
- Woman: Bye.

(elevator dings)

- What's up, G?
- What's up, boy?

- Your mom here?
- Nah. She's not home.

What the hell happened
to you last night, man?

You trying to get me
in trouble with your pops?

Nah.

Slim just came
to pick me up from school.

My fault I didn't tell you about it,
but thanks for covering up for me.

Well, | had you this time,
but I ain't doing that shit again, man.

What'd you and Slim do?

He just took me to the old neighborhood
him and my dad grew up in.

I guess you, too, right?

That's it?
Nothing else happened?

No, nothing else.

Look, man,
just be careful of Slim, okay?

Why?
| thought you guys was friends.

| mean, yeah, we are, but...

I'm your friend first.

Just saying, you ain't got to hang out
with him all the time, okay?

All right.

Whoa, Valdes,
where you headed in such a hurry?

Ladies' room.
Excuse me.

Saxe:
Hey, Valdes, did you hear?

| think we're, uh, all about to be
cleared of this MJ bullshit.

What happened?

It looks like someone initiated
a search in the prison system

related to Lobos's whereabouts.

Nugget is, it was done after we told
everyone Lobos was dead.

Whoever it was,
obviously wasn't one of us.

Because we knew
of Lobos's location.

Saxe: They're trying to find
the source of the search as we speak.

Once they do,
we'll all be exonerated.

Can't wait.

What the fuck is this
supposed to pay?

What's the problem?

You know this ain't gonna be enough
to cover the whole shipment.

Like I said before, I'm not paying
into something that | don't believe in.

Okay, just so we're all clear,

you want me to bring this
to our connect in your name?

You got to do what you got to do.

Look, Tomas,
we got a system set in place

and a clientele that expects
a certain product.

It ain't easy to diversify.

I'm not saying
| don't want to play ball,

but I think this would be a lot easier
if | heard it from the horse's mouth.

Okay. Okay.

Hey, Poncho,
what you think about all this?

Simple shit to me.

At the end of the day,
it's still drugs, man.

- That's what I'm talking about.
- Listen.

| told Ruiz we should push this shit
to kids studying for exams.

My nephew and his friends
stay up all night.

The neighborhood is changing.
We got to keep up with the times.

- Yeah.
- He ain't listening.

(cell phone vibrates)

(sirens wailing in distance)

Hey. How are you?

After | told you Lobos was alive,
who did you tell?

I didn't tell anyone.

Whoever you told
initiated a search

for Lobos's location
in the system.

Who the fuck did you tell, Jamie?

Because when they find him,
he's gonna give you up

- and we're both fucked.
- They can't give me up, legally.

Proctor?

Boy, are you out of
your fucking mind?

You had Proctor looking into this?

Look, if they find out it's Proctor,
we're protected, okay? Fully.

He'll just say after the Lobos attack,
he looked into his location

to make sure that his client,
Tommy Egan, was safe.

That's it.

No, see, everyone thought
Lobos was dead.

Lobos's location was irrelevant
unless Proctor knew he was alive,

and the only people
who knew were in my Office.

It's a straight line--
Proctor to Tommy to you to me.

Look, they can't prove
that you told me anything.

They need proof.

Juries don't need proof.
They need a good story.

| knew Lobos was alive.

We were living together,
sleeping together.

They don't need a fucking map.

Angela, it's under control,
all right?

You were right about the Feds
going by Kate's house.

They went by Kate's house.
They fucking pushed.

They pushed hard, especially Greg,
but she held up.

She held up because of you.

There's no way, Greg isn't on
the Lobos murder task force.

Greg was there.

You know what he's thinking, huh?

Can you trust him?

My relationship with Greg
is none of your business.

I'm looking into the burner cell
you gave me, and hopefully,

for all our sakes, it leads to something
that can end this whole damn thing,

and I never have to see you again.

I, um...

| heard MJ and Lance
found a new lead,

someone looking for Lobos
in the system.

That's good news, right?

Could be.

Maybe they'll find the leak that way.

- Perfect. Thank you.
- Welcome.

(sighs)

| can't stop thinking about
that damn video and Jamie's alibi.

Do you still think Tommy's
one of Lobos's killers?

| don't know.

| spoke with Kate Egan today.

Medina let me come along
because | know her.

| should have told you, totally.

It's just everything moved
so quick, ‘cause...

Well, what'd she say?

Uh, well, what you'd expect,

that she was with him
and eating pizza.

I don't know.
I-- she's crazy.

l-- well...

you know, she could be lying.
| just can't prove it.

Hmm.

Listen, um...

| didn't want to believe
the St. Patrick alibi,

but I can't ignore
a surveillance tape.

Facts are facts, so...

our pursuit of St. Patrick and Egan
as the killers, it's over, so...

Gonna have to find the leak
another way.

But you and I,
we're gonna keep working together

to clear our names, I promise.

We're on the same team now.

Kantos:
James, good to see you again.

Kantos.

Hmm.

Andy and Alby
just want the party

and the cementing
of their partnership with Karen

to be a community event,

and, seeing as you're
part of the community,

they wanted to ensure
that you're invited.

(laughs)

This is serious?
You're working with them now?

With the Bassett deal finalized,
there was a need for expansion,

and with expansion came a need
for someone to run the day-to-day.

Good thing | was free.

I do, however,
need one little thing from you.

Stern's guest list,
the one | gave you?

| want it back.

Why would | do that?

Because | could have said

so much about you,

but I didn't.

Yeah, so | just need that list.

| understand.

I'll get the list together.
You can pick it up in a few days.

(music playing)

(cell phone vibrates)

- Yo.
- Ghost: Where we at?

Yo, dude, these youngins,
they're eating this shit up.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Here you go.

Julio:
We'll hit the numbers you set,

- couple more shifts.
- Woman: Thanks.

Ghost:
Good work, Julito.

| want you to hit me
the moment we do.

Julio:
All right, bro.

(scoffs softly)

Angela: Greg?

(camera shutter clicks)

Angela: Greg?

(sighs)
| woke up, you were gone.

| thought...

(sighs)

| guess I'm used to people disappearing
in the middle of the night.

Yeah.

Well, I'm right here.

Ghost asked me
where | was the other night.

- What did you tell him?
- Enough not to be suspicious.

| told him I came here.

| think he just wants to be
involved with everything.

Ghost is not the type to ask a question
without knowing the answer.

He knew exactly where you were,

and | know this because
Bratislav saw him following you.

It's disappointing, isn't it?

| like you, Tommy, but your
other half's persistence for an exit

has put your potential in jeopardy.

Ghost following me
don't mean he want to get out.

It's him trying to figure out
what I'm doing.

He's still down with your vision,
| promise you, lock and step.

Maybe you're right, but either way,
from this point forward,

I'm holding you responsible
for his actions,

and if you cannot get him in line
and he continues looking into me,

then, well,
it's back into the pit for you.

And this time | will not stop
Petar and the men.

| thought | was your apprentice.

You are, Tommy,
but you are tethered to Ghost.

Ghost is an attachment,
and attachments are bad for business

if you want to stay alive.

I'll handle Ghost.

Hey, Bob, can you do
some digging for me?

| got a serial number
of a possible burner.

| was trying to find
the phone number attached to it.

- Bob: A burner?
- Yeah, and the phone call, text history,

you know, whatever you can do.

Bob: Okay, sure.
I'il-- I'll look it up.

Okay, great.
I'm gonna send it to you right now.

- Okay, | got it.
- All right, thanks. Bye.

Sally, it's Angela Valdes, the AUSA.

| helped you on the Whittier case.

- Sally: Yeah, last summer.
- That's right.

Could you look up
a card number for me?

- | need the cardholder name.
- Of course. I-I'll try.

Emailing it to you right now.

- Got it.
- Great.

- It was prepaid.
- Prepaid?

- No purchaser name?
- Uh, that's about it.

Could you tell me
where it was purchased?

That'll take a while.
I'll have to get back to you.

Okay, fine.

Be sure to call me back.

- | will.
- Thanks.

| don't know
why I'm fucking surprised.

What's the problem, Tommy?

Milan knows that you followed me
into his warehouse the other night.

You just gonna stand there
and look stupid

or are you gonna be real
for a change?

Look, man, you don't understand
what I'm trying to...

No, you don't.

Milan said he's gonna kill me
if you don't stop.

He made it clear.
One more time and I'm dead.

You fucking hearing me?!

You willing to risk my life
to get yourself out?!

| chose you over Holly.

This time, motherfucker,

you need to choose me.

I do.

I choose you, all right?
I'll leave it alone.

| hope so.

- Tommy.
- Yeah?

Ruiz hit me up
about that payment.

Look, man, | was thinking.

He ain't never gonna reach
his full potential

unless we set up a meet,
you know, between he and Milan.

You know how that motherfucker is.

Yeah, | do.

We set up a little face-to-face
between he and Milan,

make him feel
all fucking cozy and special.

How you want to do it?

You run the point on this one,
brother, all right?

You take him.

Better for all involved
if | just peel back on this one.

Okay.

Announcer on TV:
6'4" 204...

(TV continues indistinctly)

What you got for me?

So Ghost is still in good
with that Serbian motherfucker,

and now they moving
some new weight-- pills.

I don't want none
of what they got going on

as long as they fucking
with that Serbian nigga.

The minute he out the picture,
I'm coming to collect.

All right, bet, man.

Tariq said, "What's up?"

You thought he wasn't gonna tell me
what you said, huh?

What the fuck were you doing
with him the other day, man?

He said he wanted to chill,
so we did.

If |was gonna cap
the little nigga,

don't you think
| would've already done it?

You said you was gonna teach
Ghost a history lesson.

- What the fuck you mean by that?
- Sit tight, motherfucker.

You'll know
when | want you to know.

You thinking you should
just tell Ghost, right?

What you think he's gonna do
when he learn I'm alive,

in town, hanging out with his kid,

and you knew the whole time?

Hmm?

You ain't got no options, Dre.

You made a choice, me.

Ain't no moves left.

All right, man.
Get the fuck out of here.

You're not gonna flush?

This a fucking joke to you?

(scoffs)
No, it's not. Sorry.

You think | want to be here
in this fucking pisser,

plotting and scheming
like a filthy rat?

I'm a Soldado, a primera.

Vibora, | get that this is tough for you.
I do.

You're a man of principles.

| respect that, but it was you
who reached out to me

because you got
something big, right?

- A meeting?
- Tonight.

- With Ghost?
- With Milan.

Will Ghost be there?

| don't think you're following me.

Getting closer to Milan is big.

(clears throat)

What the hell's that?

State-of-the-art
FBI button recorder.

Before the meeting,
you're gonna attach this

behind the collar on your jacket.

It's gonna record anything
within a 20-foot radius, all right?

Now, it doesn't emit a signal,
so if you're searched,

it won't be detected by a scanner.

If they find that on me,
| won't make it out of that room alive.

Then they better not find it.

Meet me in the morning.

Remember, | want St. Patrick.

He shows up,
you get him on the recording.

He doesn't, you make sure
that he's the topic of conversation.

- All right?
- I'll see what | can do.

Fuck you want?

Look, man, | need
to talk to you about Tariq.

Ghost got me watching him.

He been talking a lot
about you lately and that,

you know, everything
going on with him and Ghost

and his mon, I--

Bro, | just think you need
to check him out.

Thanks very much,
Dr. fucking Phil.

- (Dre scoffs)
- I'll be sure to talk to him.

All right.

Just so you know,
Tariq is family business,

and you ain't family.

Even though I'm the reason
why you're still walking around?

Oh, you didn't know that?
Ghost didn't tell you, did he?

I'm the one that heard that
the Koreans wanted to light you up.

| told Ghost.

So listen, Tommy,
I'm not here to fuck up

whatever you got going on
or step on your toes at all, bro.

| simply just want to be down
with you and Ghost. That's it.

That's a nice speech, kid,
but we're done talking.

(keys jingle)

- (light applause)
- Thank you again for that

enlightening presentation
on otorhinolaryngology, Dr. Sullivan.

Next we have Raina
and Tariq St. Patrick's father,

Mr. James St. Patrick.

(light applause)

Mr. St. Patrick is one of Manhattan's
biggest nightclub owners.

Thank you for that.

Hello, parents and kids.
How you guys doing?

- Kids: Good.
- You sure?

- Yeah.
- Thanks for having me here.

The late, great Dr. Maya Angelou
once said,

"You may not control all of
the events that have happened to you,

but you can decide
to not be reduced by them."

A question already.
Yes, young man?

- You own a nightclub?
- Absolutely.

| own three nightclubs.

You ever have any famous people
come in the clubs, like Fetty Wap?

- Odell Beckham?
- Bump that. How ‘bout Beyoncé?

(laughs)
Uh, sure.

We have had the occasional
celebrity or two come in the club.

This is the secret.

It's to make everyone
who comes to the club

feel like a Fetty Wap or Beyoncé.

A celebrity, you know?

We want everybody to feel like a star
for that night, at least,

and, yes, Odell Beckham
has been in the club.

Your dad's awesome.
You ever been to the clubs?

Yes, young beautiful lady
in the middle of the room?

Is it hard running a club?

- Yeah, baby girl, it's...
- Dad.

Pardon me.

Yes, Raina, it is hard
to run a club, but it's, uh...

it's hardest on those
who you love.

Um, can't speak
for all the other parents here,

but when I decided
to follow my dreams,

it took me away from my family.

And it's my fault.

You know, you don't realize
the late nights and the meetings

that you decide to take
instead of going home,

that just extends this gap
between you and them,

and, well, kids, it's a gap
that you can't fill with words.

So you just do your best

and show them
how important they are.

Where was I?

Okay.

- You were great.
- Thank you.

(cell phone vibrates)

Gonna take this
real quick, Tash.

Hello?

Ruiz: You are one
smart son of a bitch.

You were right.

As soon as | reached out
to Agent Knox with news of a meeting,

he tells me to meet him
in some fucking men's room

and he hands me
this little recording device.

You didn't meet him at the FBI?

No. Restaurant, west 50s.

Ghost: He's running you
off the books, man.

Means he'd never be able
to officially use you

unless he can corroborate it
with hard proof like a recording.

Knox wants me to make sure
you're mentioned on the tape.

| cannot be mentioned,
not once.

Neither Tommy nor | can be incriminated
in any way or the deal is off.

Yeah, well, that'd be a lot easier to do
if Tommy was in on the plan.

You deal with Milan.
Ruiz, I'll deal with Tommy.

Just make sure we're not
mentioned on the recording.

Esta bien.

Hey, my family.

Dad, you were amazing.

(cell phone vibrates)

- AUSA Valdes.
- It's Sally.

| did some research,
but | wasn't able to locate

where the prepaid card
you asked about was purchased.

- Angela?
- I'm here.

- Thanks for getting back to me.
- Sure. Bye.

You gonna talk to me or what?

Sorry.

Knox, seriously, | don't got
all fucking day to mess with you.

- What's up?
- All right, I'm working on a hunch,

but | need you to not ask me
where | got the information.

Oh, fuck that, man.
| know better than to trust you.

If we solve the Lobos murder,
you solve it.

| won't take any credit.

- All right, what's up?
- All right.

The cell that was found
on Lobos when he was killed,

what was the phone number
attached to it?

917-555-0155.

Oh.

Knox, you better spill.
What the fuck is going on?

One-- one more question,
then we can act like

we never had this fucking
conversation, okay? | promise.

Did you guys find out where the burner
ending in 0148 was purchased?

Look at me.

lam protecting you.

- I'm gonna look it up.
- Okay. Thank you.

Thank you.

All right, here it is.

I'll send it to you.
Let's go.

People think they got to go to them
fancy spots to get their kicks.

When you in the hood,
this is all you need.

| know Dre told you
not to hang out with me,

but Dre be talking
out both sides of his mouth.

| know he say he's your friend,

but you can't always know
what's on his mind.

- What you think?
- | told you already.

I told Dre | think you're cool.

(music playing)

Well, you got it right there.

Don't let no nigga
try to talk you into how you feel.

Those are clean.

Man, $250 clean?

It's all good.

Clearly you got your mom and your dad
buying you nice shit.

When | was coming up, man,
if you wanted some nice shit,

you had to go and get it yourself.

You used to steal ‘em?

That's how you showed people
you wasn't no pussy,

how you let 'em know
you needed to be respected.

You want people
to respect you, right?

- I'm gonna step out real quick.
- Okay.

(keypad tones beeping)

Excuse me.
Can I have these in a size ten?

Yeah.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

(store phone ringing)

Yeah, come on. Fuck this place.
Let's get out of here.

- You two have a nice day.
- All right.

Andy: So with this partnership,
you're gonna get one of these gems

in each and every one of your hotels.

It is an impressive space.

Alby:
Yeah, it's plush.

So if you follow me,
we're gonna show you

one of our
four exclusive lounges.

- Karen: Okay.
- Man: Yeah, head right over there.

I'm a man of my word.

| promised Simon Stern's guest list.

- Where's Kantos?
- Uh, he's not here right now.

He's out running errands.

So do you want to swing back
later on when he's back,

or do you want to have a seat
and watch us work?

(chuckles)
Pleasure to see you again, Karen.

Enjoy the party tonight.

- (door slams open)
- Man: NYPD!

- Alby: Whoa.
- Karen: What's happening?

Andy: | don't know.
Uh, excuse me. Excuse me.

Who's in charge?
What...

Andy Jones and Albert Tatum,
we have a warrant to search the premises.

We have reason to believe there's drugs
being sold and housed in this club.

Drugs?
Mate, you're-- you're off your head.

Right, right. I'm gonna call my solicitor
and sue you for slander.

- Man: Right away, please.
- We have no idea what this is about.

But we can assure you we have never
nor currently allow drugs in this club.

Oh, wow.

We have no idea
how that got in there.

Karen, Karen, Karen!
No, no...

We have no idea how
that got in there.

Donato: You have
the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be
used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford an attorney,
one will be provided for you.

- Take ‘em out.
- Man: Let's go. Come on.

- (muttering)
- Alby: This isn't over.

- Hey, don't-- don't...
- Andy: This is a setup.

A setup is what it is, mate.

That's a pity, right?
What a shame.

But there's always
a silver lining, Karen.

Yeah, forgive me
if | don't share your optimism

for this moment,
Mr. St. Patrick.

An exclusive black-tie event
at my club in a few days,

and | would love for your father
and you to be my personal guests.

- Right.
- If you're free.

- (distant police sirens wailing)
- Our schedules seem to be open.

Have a good night.

What the hell are you doing here?

| waited for you at Truth
like you said.

Yeah, well, good thing
you didn't wait here, right?

Could've been your ass carried away
in those handcuffs, with your record.

As | promised.
Take it.

Kantos, you and | aren't gonna have
any problems going forward, are we?

No, we won't.

Ruiz, welcome.

You were at the club.

Why didn't you step forward
and say that you were the connect?

| only make myself known
to a select few.

Cuts down on witnesses.

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.
You better back the fuck up.

Your men already
frisked us at the door.

You feel me?

Milan, I've known Vibora
a long time.

If | can trust him,
you can trust him.

Petar:
Hands up, please.

All right.
Tommy's right.

If you trust him,
you frisk him.

Tommy: Okay.

Excuse me.
Pardon me.

Sorry.

Milan:
Is there a problem?

A gift for the host.

A token of appreciation for taking
the meeting on such short notice.

I've already heard this speech.

So if it's the same to everybody,
I'm gonna wait in the hallway.

(speaking Spanish)

So, gentlemen,
let's talk business.

(line rings)

Woman: At the sound of the beep,
leave a message.

- (phone beeps)
- Damn, ‘Keisha. Where you at?

Call me back, okay?

Please.

(elevator dings)

Hey.

| didn't think you'd still be up.

| couldn't sleep.

I see.

I'd offer you one, but...

No need,
but | am gonna celebrate, Tash.

| beat those little motherfuckers,

and | got my club on the brink
of everything | ever wanted.

This is it.

Well, I'm happy for you.

For us, T.

This deal means that the Truth brand
will expand beyond my wildest dreams,

but, more importantly,

our children will have
legit money behind them

for the rest of their lives.

| got to say,

you said you would make it
on the club side, and...

you pulled it off.

| was wrong.

You did a great job today.

Mm, yeah.
The kids seemed to enjoy it,

but I don't know
if the Bougie Bitches Club noticed.

| noticed.

That stuff you said today
about us?

Mm-hmm.

About me and the kids...

you mean it?

Every single word.

I'm glad you found a way
to get Milan his money.

Thank you.

Thank you for protecting us
from him.

Look at me, Tasha.

No matter what,

I'll always protect you and the kids.
You are my family.

I guess you got it all figured out,
don't you?

You can Say that.

It's late. Um, I-- Raina's got
a dentist appointment tomorrow.

No, wait...

(whimpers)

- Oh, no more apologies J

~ Need be exchanged Jf

~ Oh, no words f

f Could ever help f

f Relieve this pain J

< All our silence could not excuse J

~ Disappoint f

f Or fur-further prove J

f Anything other J

~ Than what we already know Jf

/ Easier to live with pain f

~ Than have to let it go J

~ Oh-oh, oh-oh Jf

~ Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Jf

~ Oh-oh f

~ Oh-oh-oh... f

(cell phone vibrates)

Hold on, baby.

Who'd you want that to be?

I've known you
a long time, Ghost.

Can't nothing be wrong
on your big night, right?

Once | get this call,
the night's about to get bigger.

Mm.

Because Ruiz is gonna help me
take down Milan.

Wait, what?

What are-- what are you talking about?

| got a plan in motion to get us out
from under Milan once and for all.

Ruiz?
(scoffs)

| mean, you think
you can trust him?

Tash...

| got way too much on him,
it makes it hard for him not to play ball.

| don't know about this plan, Ghost.

Maybe you should be careful when--

The plan's already in motion
as we speak.

Just waiting on the call.

| mean, while I'm waiting, you know,
probably got time for round two.

| don't know.

I-l need to think before we...

| think maybe you should
go back to the office.

Wait, you-- you serious?
Tasha, we just--

| mean, what are the kids gonna think
when they come in here in the morning

and see you sleeping in my bed?

It ain't us getting back together, is it?

You're probably right.

I'll go.

Good night, T.

Good night, Ghost.

(cell phone vibrates)

Hmm.

Yo, T, what's good?

Ghost just told me
he's gonna take out Milan.

He didn't tell me the specifics,

but he told me he's using Ruiz
to do it right now.

Milan said that
if Ghost doesn't fall in line,

he's gonna kill me and the kids.

You need to find out
what's going on with Ghost,

and you need to stop him.

Listen, | got you, T.

I'm gonna take care of it.

Thanks for calling.
Get yourself some sleep.

- It's all gonna be fine now.
- Okay. Bye.

(sighs)

(exhales deeply)

(knocks on door)

The alert you wanted me to set up,
we got something.

NYPD just sent this over.

One of Lobos's, uh, henchmen
was found dead a few days ago,

a Hugo Sanchez.

- No shit?
- Why would he still be here?

If he was working for Lobos,
that job ended when the man was shot.

Sanchez must've still been
communicating with someone

on the inside, probably this leak
everyone's looking for,

but | guess he can't
be a witness now, huh?

No, | guess he can't.

Unless we find out
where he was staying.

Maybe he met
with a person there, huh?

- I'll look into it.
- No, I'll do it.

You go home.

- You sure?
- Yeah, for sure.

- Great work.
- All right. Thanks.

(footsteps approaching)

Boom! Knocks me out.

(laughter)

My kids were crying.
Everybody...

This is good.
So we're all one big happy family now?

Well, Milan heard my concerns

and helped me to understand
my importance here.

So we're good.

We're going to have a drink, Tommy,
to celebrate our continued relationship.

You will be joining us.

| got to call it a night.
| got a meet across town.

| told Poncho to take off.

| said I'd give you a ride home...

- All right.
- But we got to break now.

Well, guess that's
good night for me, too, then.

Gentlemen, a pleasure. Sir.

- It's a beautiful car.
- Thank you.

My father used to own one
just like it.

Well, for a little while.

Hey, Ruiz,

you know what it's like
to be betrayed.

- Yes, | do.
- Yeah, I know, I know.

Somebody you trust constantly
looking you in the eye

but lying to your face?
There's no going back.

That's how he does it.

One side of his mouth telling you
what he thinks you want to hear

and the other side giving you
just enough to make you think

he actually gives a fuck about you
and what you think.

(chuckles)

But he don't care
about what happens to you.

He just uses you
until he don't need you no more.

That's what doing Lobos was about.

Tommy, it's been a long night.
What do you Say we leave it alone, huh?

Me and Ghost killed him
to start over,

but it was never about that,

just like going from corner boys
to running the biggest shop

in New York fucking City
wasn't about being gangsters.

It was all for him,

all so he could figure
another way to get out.

- (engine grinding)
- What's wrong?

Ah, it's just...
the old bitch, she's overheating.

(sighs)
Better pull over, check it out.

Older cars, you know how it is.

Sit tight.
I'll be a second.

Hey, Ruiz, you get me
my flashlight in the glove box?

| used to work on my dad's car.

If it's overheating,
you're gonna have to...

(grunts)

Tommy, what are you doing?
You're gonna regret this.

No, | won't,
‘cause it ain't me doing this to you.

It's Ghost.

(both grunting)

(blade slices)

(grunting)

(panting)

(grunts)

No problems?
| been stealing cars since I was 11, man.

- Yeah.
- Oh, shit.

Come on.
Help me drag him to the car.

All right.

No, hold up.

Ghost don't know
about this, right?

No.

He won't know you're involved,
unless you Say shit.

Pfft.
| ain't saying a goddamn thing, man.

Knox:
Betel, 179 West 8th Ave.

(car horn blares)

(car engine turns over)

181 West 8th Ave.
Where have I seen...

Son of a bitch.

Holy shit.

Mike, what the fuck?

Tommy?

What are you doing here, man?

Have a seat, Ghost.

| know you had a plan with Ruiz.

Ruiz told me about it...

right before | stabbed him.

Ruiz is-- he's dead?

- Tommy, where's the body?
- Where's the body?

It's under the fuckin’ LIE,
where | left it.

Who gives a fuck
about the body?

I told you, one more time,
and Milan was gonna kill me,

and you looked me in the face,
and you said you weren't.

What makes you think Milan
isn't gonna kill us tomorrow

or the next day or the next
fucking day after that?

You fucking lied to me, Ghost.

To me.

| didn't want you in the dark.
| wanted to do this with you,

take Milan's fucking ass down.
Why?

Because Milan out of the way
benefits both of us, man,

but I didn't think I'd get you to see it.

So, yes, | lied, all right?
But if you want me to say I'm sorry?

To fucking sit here and say I'm sorry,
it's not gonna happen, Tommy.

| want out, man,

and I'm never gonna stop--

never-- until | get out.

So unless you put me down,
right here, right now,

it is what it is, man.

You said getting Milan out the way
benefits both of us.

- That right?
- Yeah, | said that.

- Help me see that.
- Okay.

You want to run the drug business
the way you want to run it,

and | want to run my life
the way | want to run it.

As long as Milan's in charge,
Tommy, it ain't gonna happen,

man, for either one of us.

But I'm getting in
so good with him.

Tommy, he's a fucking psychopath,
man, and every day you--

you allow him to dig his claws in,
it's one more day he gets closer

to the organization becoming his.

So Il say we
fucking get rid of him, man.

And you can mark
your own path, brother.

| just need some time to come up
with a plan to take Milan down.

| just need some time.

No.

Tommy...

Ghost...

if we're gonna do this,

kill Milan,

| call the shots.

I'll come up with a plan.

Call you in the morning.

(Milan muttering in Serbian)

Tommy, | didn't expect
to see you back tonight.

What's going on?

A few days ago,
you asked me if | was one of you.

I did.

Yeah, you did.

Well, | am,

and we need to kill Ghost.

(music playing)

SOhs

S Livin’ foul f

- You went from everything
that | wanted J

To the very thing
| wanna live without J

~ | gave you everything
that you wanted, yeah J

- Kept it real with you
and you shut me out J

~ Don't understand,
but ever since you moved away J

f Girl, you been trippin’ on a nigga J

f Acting different on a nigga J

? Bein’ distant with a nigga J

f And | find it kind of crazy
how you switched up on a nigga f

S Tell me, | ain't gotta worry J

~ Shit, but that ain't what | heard J

~ Because the word around town
is you out here livin’ foul J

f Livin’ foul, yeah,
out here livin’ f

~1said, the word around town
is you out here livin’ foul J

~ What's the truth?
Asking you J

/ Girl, you need to tell me now J

~ Because the word around town
is you out here livin’ foul J

f Livin’ foul, yeah,
out here livin’ f

< | said the word around town
is you out here livin’ foul J

J What's the truth?
Tell me now f

~ Is you out here livin’ foul, baby? J

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