All language subtitles for Power S03E10_track3_[eng]

Previously on "Power"...

What did Ghost
really take away from you?

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

but Dre be talking out
both sides of his mouth.

| see potential in you, my friend.

You could replace me.

- What's this?
- Belongs to Lobos's guy.

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

(cell phone vibrates)

We can't be together, Angie.
It's the right decision.

(sobbing)

Greg?

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

I'm right here.

State-of-the-art FBI button recorder.

It's gonna record anything
within a 20-foot radius.

Knox wants 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.

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

He's using Ruiz to do it.

Tommy:
| know you had a plan with Ruiz.

Ruiz told me about it,
right before | stabbed him.

Tommy, where's the body?

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

If we're gonna do this,
kill Milan, | call the shots.

f They say this is
a big, rich town Jf

~1just come from
the poorest part J

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

~ This is where it goes down J

£1 just happen to come up hard J

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

- | never took
a straight path nowhere J

f 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 J

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 J

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

f Occupational options,
get some blow or some hos Jf

~ 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 J

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

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

~ i'm an undercover liar,
| lie under the covers Jf

~ 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 f

f They say this is
a big, rich town Jf

- Yeah, I just come from
the poorest part J

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

~ This is where it goes down J

- f Oh, yeah J
-J Yeah J

£1 just happen to come up hard J

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

(seagulls calling)

(waves lapping)

(fog horn blows)

Come on, Ruiz,
where the fuck are you?

(cell phone vibrates)

Shit.
Greg Knox.

What? Where?

(engine revving)

Sorry, sir, this is
an active police crime scene.

| don't think you have jurisdiction.

Move the fuck away from me.

Hey, it's all right,
it's all right, let him through.

This asshole's the reason we're out here
freezing our ball sacks off.

Ran Ruiz's file.

Said he turned federal witness.

Who the hell
was he gonna snitch out?

Felipe Lobos cartel.

Jesus.
Man, he should've been in WITSEC

shopping for Wranglers
in Bumfuckistan, Nebraska, somewhere.

Yeah, but we were all out of tickets
to Bumfuckistan.

His deal got pulled.
| had to kick him.

WITSEC wasn't an option.

I did officially everything | could do.

You mind?

Be my guest.

Tell you what, you better officially pray
to whatever god you pissed off

this doesn't leak
or you'll never see another Cl again.

(police radio chatter)

Detective:
Hey, look, you seen enough?

| gotta start cleaning up
your shit show.

Yeah, | think I got all I need.
Thanks.

Feds. Fuckin’ idiots.

(cell phone vibrating)

(groans)

(groans)

(sighs)
What do you want, Jamie?

Is there an indictment coming
against me or Tommy

for the murder of Felipe Lobos?

Are you serious?

Something about Ruiz
making up lies about me

to make a deal
with your people?

Angela: | haven't heard anything
about anything like that.

We had to burn Ruiz
because Lobos died.

He lost his deal.

| don't think anyone's
been in contact with him since.

Why are you asking me this now?

Because | don't trust that you
would tell me, Angela.

Angela:
You don't trust me?

I'll protect you because
it's in my own best interest.

You can trust that.

I'll ask about Ruiz,
I'll let you know what | find out.

Good-bye, Jamie.

(police radio chatter)

(grunts)

I-- habla ingles?

(laughs)

Hi, uh, yeah, this is
FBI Special Agent Gregory Knox.

l, uh, wanted to speak with the agent
who gave Miguel Sandoval

a tip of a Felipe Lobos meeting
in Manhattan a little while back.

| just wanted to get
to the source of the information.

Yeah, I think maybe a...

Agent Rivera.

(scoffs)
No, | know.

There must be
a million Agent Riveras.

If you could just find out,
get back to me as soon as possible,

that would be--

Yeah, yeah, great,
that's my number.

Bye.

(knock on door, door opens)

When were you gonna
tell me about Ruiz?

Jerry, | know this looks bad.

I'm in Davis's office defending you,

and then I come to find out
you were already at the crime scene.

| checked my phone,
no call from you.

| went straight there
when | found out.

I-- yes, | should've called you.
I-- | see that now.

Davis thinks that this is your fault,
and | don't disagree.

Okay, whether or not that
you had to kick Ruiz,

if his murder was a retaliation
to him turning witness,

then your career and mine
is fucked with ten dicks running.

If you've been running Ruiz off the books,
you better have something great.

May be the only thing
that saves us both.

(door opens, closes)

Hey.
Hey, man, um...

yeah, uh, can we meet up
at your place?

Yeah, uh, it's urgent.

So, you don't know
what's on the tape?

Well, I'm not sure, but unless
the recording time ran out,

Tommy killed Ruiz.

(groans)
Shit, man.

Now we got a conflict of interest.

I'm still Tommy's lawyer.

Proctor, don't give me that shit.
| pay you.

Yeah, but I'm on
the court record for him,

and that tape is evidence
that could help send him to jail,

evidence that you
helped fabricate.

The conversations on that tape,
Proctor, could implicate me

in multiple felonies, so Tommy's
best interest is in my best interest!

Are you even sure Knox
has the device?

I mean, | can't be sure of anything,
and Angela claims,

because | asked her,
to not know of any pending indictment.

You know how | feel about
you trusting AUSA Valdez.

She's your girlfriend, but...

(mutters)

What she is is no longer
my girlfriend anymore, okay?

- She's back with Agent Knox.
- So you fucked that up, too?

You know, maybe you
could just start a group text

to keep us all informed
of your fuck-ups, you know?

(scoffs)

Okay.

If that recording surfaces,
I'll get it excluded,

since it's totally illegal, but...

once it's played in open court,
Tommy's eventually

going to jail for doing Ruiz.

The cops, they'll create
the evidence to convict him.

And if you're on there...

you're going down.

(beeps)

You aren't actually
gonna eat that, are you?

Oh, trust me,
I've eaten worse.

(groans)
Now that we're free of Lobos,

| gotta work on everything else
that's been piling up on my desk.

| got about, pffft, ten witnesses
to prep before court tomorrow.

Speaking of witnesses,
whatever happened to Ruiz?

That was it.
No Lobos, no deal.

- | guess none of that matters now.
- What? Why?

What, you didn't hear?

The great Vibora Ruiz

- slithered to the other side overnight.
- What?

Found him in a stolen car
in Long Island City.

No witnesses,
no evidence, nothin’.

Want a bite?

I'm good, thanks.

Just the tip?

You could say "I told you so"
about the Douchebag Twins.

Oh, can I?
Okay, well, | told you so.

| just can't believe that they'd
be selling drugs in their own nightclub.

Aside from that, everything
should be as you remember it.

Mostly everything.

Thank you for your payment in full,
by the way.

Oh, my pleasure.
Sorry about the mix-up before.

Daddy and | are excited
about your party.

- Yeah?
- If everything goes well,

we'll be hosting an event tomorrow
to celebrate our partnership.

Ghost:
| like the sound of that.

And to you two seeing
the best of Truth.

To Truth going global.

Mm.

I'm glad we partnered up.

Ghost: So am I.

Good-bye, Karen.

(siren wailing)

| don't need an escort.
Thanks.

I'm not your escort.
I'm your babysitter.

- He's here.
- | know.

You may leave us.

(speaks Serbian)

Go play with the other little boys.

(scraping continues)

| have some bad news.
We cannot kill Ghost.

Why not? I thought you were
sharpening these for him.

We cannot kill Ghost yet.

We need him for the black tie party
at Truth to be a success,

and once it is and the hotel expansion
contracts with the Bassetts is signed,

then "Ghost" can indeed become
James St. Patrick's rightful name.

If we kill Ghost,
won't the Bassett deal be off the table?

I've observed Karen Bassett's
interactions with Andre.

She has quite a fondness for him.

Yeah, | can't understand why.

| said the same of you once.

Sometimes men can surprise you.

Look at you,
finding your true potential,

while Petar seems
to be losing sight of his.

His sulking has become tiresome.

But regardless, | have no doubt
the deal will still remain in place,

and when the time comes
for Ghost to die,

| want you
to pull the trigger, Tommy.

Milan:
l understand you have an issue

about the direction
I'm taking my organization.

Ruiz:
More like a lack of understanding

of you and this product that you're
trying to move on the streets.

All right, that's Vibora Ruiz.

Late head of Soldados.

Ruiz: Philosophy behind switching
to these other pills, why?

Coke is trying to do us straight.

Milan: The fiend is not discerning,
nor is he a loyal customer.

- He will buy...
- That has to be Milan.

That's Milan.

Milan: We're all in this
to make money, correct?

So, you put a wire ona Cl
you were running under the table?

No papers?

Something like that, yeah.

| thought | taught you better than that.

Come on.

You're telling me you guys at Homeland
don't do this shit all the time?

Oh, of course we do,
but when we do it

it's to stop a terrorist from
blowing up the Central Park Zoo.

| came to you because | thought you
out of all people would understand.

| understand you're crazy.

(laughs, scoffs)

(Tommy laughing)
Hey, this is good.

We all one big happy family now?

All right, that's--
that's Tommy Egan.

Bailey:
Who's that?

Business partner of the guy
| was trying to get in the first place,

James St. Patrick.

(siren wailing distantly)

Greg, are you here?

How did it go with MJ?

| called you, you didn't pick up.

(hinges squeak)

(keys clinking)

(opens door)

(tool clattering)

Tommy: You know what it's like
to be betrayed, Ruiz.

That's what doing Lobos was about.

- Ruiz: It's been a long night.
- Hold on.

- Ruiz: | say we leave it alone, huh?
- Greg: Did you hear that?

Tommy: Me and Ghost
killed Lobos to start over,

but it was never about that.

He just admitted that he
and St. Patrick killed Lobos.

There's nothing
that ties that to St. Patrick.

No one identifies him by name.

If he did it, she did it,
Angela Valdes.

Your ex-girlfriend,
the one with the sister?

- Yeah.
- She's the leak from the department?

She and St. Patrick were together.

If he and Egan knew the route
of the Lobos transfer,

it's because she told them.

You can't prove any of that.

She's not on this tape either.

- Wait, shut up, shut up.
- Ruiz: You're gonna regret this.

Tommy: No, | won't,
‘cause | ain't do this to you. Ghost did.

(both grunting)

(stabbing jabs)

(Tommy panting)

Egan killed him.

(Tommy panting)

- (click)
- Fucking Christ on the cross,

he killed him.

(laughs)

Admitting to the Lobos kill,
Ruiz's murder?

That's it, baby, that's everything.

(chuckles)
I got everything!

- (laughs)
- You've got nothing.

This recording
doesn't exist, remember?

That is a dying declaration
from Ruiz.

Yeah, from Ruiz, a Cl you were
running unofficially,

put in grave danger,
and got him killed.

Now, you can take
these recordings to court

and try and nail these fuckers,

but you'll get roasted on cross

and you'll end up sucking dick
in prison right next to them.

Unless | can get one of them to flip.

What did | teach you in class?

Who has the most to lose...

and who do | want more?

Ghost: I'll be pulling up
at Truth in five minutes.

I'll see you on the inside,
Dominique.

Dominique:
All right, boss.

- (Siren wailing)
- Don't forget we have VIP--

- | gotta go.
- Dominique: Okay, bye.

(siren chirps)

Agent Knox.
Good evening.

Would you step
out of the car, please?

I'm clean, man.
| said I'm clean!

Turn.

And forgive me for not taking
your word for it, I'm sorry.

It's just you left quite a few holes
in Felipe Lobos.

Forgive me for not knowing
what you're talking about.

Cut the shit.

I know Tommy Egan killed Ruiz,

and | know the two of you
killed Lobos together.

Didn't do it alone, though, did you?

Angela was your inside man.

Give her up, I'll get you a deal.

If you had anything on me,

I'd be in the back
of your little car by now.

You can threaten me,
you can lie to me, rough me up.

I'm not giving you
a single reason to bring me in.

All right.

You've got the most to lose
in this situation.

You know that.

You got your family, you got your club,
you got your reputation.

It's all still clean.
There's no real proof that you're dirty.

There's no real proof
that you're Ghost.

- Because I'm not.
- Right, right, right, except Angela.

She knows what you are.

That's why she came back to me,
to pick up the pieces.

(quietly)
That's why she let me in.

She loved you
and you went back to your wife.

If | give her the opportunity,
I'm pretty damn sure

she's gonna burn your ass
like she did me.

If you think Angela is guilty of murder,
you're wrong.

| wonder if she's gonna say
the same thing about you.

(sniffs)

Come on, man, come on, come on.

Hey, Mike?

Hey, Mike, can you meet up
at my place right now?

(sniffs)
Yeah, we need to talk.

It's about Lobos.

You're late.

Driving while black.

Black man driving a Escalade.

Guy probably thought you was an Uber.

- Was you clean?
- As a whistle.

They ain't see shit, | ain't say shit.

Both:
So it ain't shit.

(chuckles)
| just met up with Milan.

He's looking to kill you
right after your big-ass party.

He wants that signature from that Karen,
your side bitch.

I told you, | ain't fuckin’ her.

- She's just business.
- Yeah, whatever.

Once she signs that contract,
he gonna take you out.

Somethin’ about she likes Dre?

That's true, she does.

Well, that's crazy.

We gonna have to move during that party
while his guard is down.

Yeah, but I don't know
how can manage that.

Karen's gonna be there, her father,
all-- all the guests.

Well, you better fuckin’ figure it out,
‘cause we ain't gonna get a better shot.

(knocks on door)

(murmurs)

Thanks.

What's going on? You sounded
pretty worked up on the phone.

Angela's the leak.

| know it, but | can't prove it.

- Start at the beginning.
- Right, okay, um...

| got a piece of evidence.

It's not gonna be admissible, though.

I-| drew a little bit
outside of the lines to...

It's not gonna be admissible,
then it doesn't count.

I know, yeah,
just listen, okay?

| can link her
to the Lobos murder plot.

| fuckin’ knew it all along,
and no one fuckin’ believed me,

- and that's fine, but if...
- (cell phone vibrating)

Shit, let me get rid of this.
One sec, okay?

Sorry.
One-- one sec.

Hello?

Federale:
Is this Agent Gregory Knox?

This is the Mexican Federal Police
returning your call.

Uh, listen, just forget | called.

- It's not...
- Federale: Well, actually,

we can't seem to find any record
of a tip being made recently

to Miguel Sandoval in regard
to Felipe Lobos's whereabouts.

The Agent Rivera in that department,
uh, died a year ago.

That's all the information
we have at this time.

Okay, thank you.
Appreciate your call.

Everything all right?

Yeah, of course.

Where was I?

- Angela's the leak.
- Right.

Yeah.
(sighs)

She's the leak.

Beer?
You want a beer or something?

- You good?
- Sure.

Yeah? Okay.

According to the Federales,

Lobos plans to meet with
his distributor Tommy Egan

at a warehouse on 11th Avenue.

The last thing our department needs

is a wild, unformulated accusation
about a leak.

(parking brake clicks)

Mike: | have to tell you,
| suspected Angela all along.

She has access to everything.

That's what | been saying.

(bottles clinking)

- Here you are.
- Thanks.

- Cheers.
- Mm.

Yeah, it's just...

mm, yeah.

It's just the GPS tracker on Lobos...

She obviously
told the assailants where to find it.

You said you saw them
go right for it.

Well, they did, except she wasn't
in your office when we discussed it.

It was just...

Anglin, Donovan,
me, and you.

Who was that on the phone, Greg?

Oh, Federales.

You know that tip you got about
the meeting where we arrested Lobos?

Never happened, Mike.
They've never heard of you.

They're disorganized.

I saw you outside
Hugo Sanchez's building.

| was trying to solve this case.

You were covering
your tracks, weren't you?

Agents are dead.

| almost fucking died
because of you.

They threatened my family.
| had no choice.

We always have a choice.

Look, Greg...

Angela's dirty.
You know it and | know it.

St. Patrick, Egan, the sketch,

what she did to your career.

She should already be in prison.

- lf we can offer her to MJ...
- You mean frame her.

If we take her down as the leak,
we could finally collar

St. Patrick and Egan
as Lobos's distributors.

It's what you said.

If Angela's the leak, it means
you were right about everything.

The allegations she made against you,
everyone who doubted you

and said that you were crazy,
it all goes away.

You're a hero.

You said you have
a piece of evidence?

We can use it.

I'll get around the admissibility problem,
whatever it is.

We can make this work.

(chuckles)
You're right, she's dirty.

But on this one she's clean.

I'm so sorry, Mike.

| gotta take you in.

Hey, Mike, hey, hey, hey,
take it easy.

It's fine. Just put the gun down,
we'll talk about it.

- | can't do that, Greg.
- I'm gonna help you, all right?

We're gonna--
you're gonna get a deal.

You're a good guy.

| just need you to put the gun down.

If you pull that trigger,
it means you're no better than Lobos.

If you pull that trigger,
it means one day

your beautiful little daughter,

she's gonna know
that her daddy's a murderer.

(coughs, gasps)

(groaning)

(thuds)

(groans)

(camera shutter snaps)

(police radio chatter)

(exhales)

Saxe.

Oh, God, they called you, too.

Who called me?
What are you talking about?

Jerry, what's going on?

Bad day, Angela.
I'm sorry.

- You shouldn't go in there.
- (gasps) Oh, my God.

What?

Man:
Watch your back.

| don't understand.
What happened to Greg?

| don't understand.
What happened?

(breathing heavily)
Wh...

Kanan:
It's like with girls.

No just mean
“Not right now."

It's like, say you talk to a girl
and she tell you no.

Then later you come back around,
you talk to her again,

she remember that first time
she told you no.

So she say, "You been liking me
for all of this time."

Maybe now | give him some booty.

- (laughs) Word?
- That's the way it is.

What happened to your hand?

Oh.

That's a long story.

I-| should get to school.

Told my mom | was with Calvin.

Nah, nah.

| need you to take this
to my man Ray Ray.

Give to him and bring back
what he gives you.

- What is it?
- Never mind.

I'll do it my fuckin’ self, man.

| thought you knew better
than to ask some shit like that.

It's all right.
You just ain't ready.

No, no.
I'm gonna do it.

Where's Ray Ray at?

Why'd you come in
so late last night?

Went to see Angela?

Angela and |
ain't talkin’ much these days.

But | did see Tommy.

He killed Ruiz
for being a traitor to Milan.

Uh, did Tommy
say how he figured that out?

Oh, he said Ruiz told him
right before he killed him.

He knew that was my only way out
and he shut it down!

Well, Tommy
doesn't want you to get out.

Trust me, | know it, but | thought
at a base level we were back on point,

I mean, after | helped
him with Holly.

You know, I mean,
after everything we been through.

Tommy is changing,
and | don't think it's for the better.

Help him with Holly?
Like how?

I'm gonna go make sure that Raina
remembers her tap things.

Baby girl,
you got them loud shoes?

Raina:
| can't find them.

Ghost:
You lose 'em every week, Raina.

- (sniffs)
- (gun cocks)

Said you wanted to talk.

| came unarmed.

(laughing)
Now, we both know that's bullshit.

If you think you can kill me
and get away with it,

then, Tommy, you are
more stupid than | thought.

If | wanted you dead,
we wouldn't be talking.

(sniffs)

Let me ask you something.

How'd it feel the other day
when Milan cock-slapped you

in front of the entire
Belgrade social club?

How does it feel to know that
after everything you've done for him,

he shows me love over you?

That's what | thought.

Look, | got a plan that'll make us
both rich and happy,

but it means that | gotta trust you
and you gotta trust me.

Are you down?

(cell phone vibrates)

We'd like to have a word with you all
about the late Agent Greg Knox.

We found a burner cell
in Knox's apartment,

not attached to
any case he was working.

It's the phone that called Lobos
the day he went missing.

It's the phone that belonged
to someone in this office

that leaked Lobos's location.

Add that to his obsession
with the case, luring Ruiz back,

even while under suspension.

Looks like Greg Knox
was your leak.

- No.
- Donovan: No way.

- That doesn't make any sense.
- | don't believe that.

It doesn't matter what you believe.

There was a leak in your office
right under your nose.

You and Donovan over here
should both lose your job.

Knox's killer was probably
a Lobos associate

tying up loose ends,
and there was no forced entry,

so unless he left the window open,
he knew his killer and let him in.

(whispering)
Greg never left his windows unlocked.

Well, you would know.

Mike: | can assure you that
no one in this office

suspected Knox of
any wrongdoing.

At least his murder saves us
the cost of his prosecution.

This case is closed.

Come on, Lance,
we got a Delta shuttle to catch.

Sorry for your loss,
AUSA Valdez.

That phone wasn't the only piece of
random evidence at Knox's apartment.

There was a dress
and a bracelet, a bra.

You two were back together, huh?

Briefly.

After everything
you put him through?

| guess he just couldn't shake ya.

It's amazing what a man'll do
for ya if he really loves you.

Good luck, girl.
You're gonna need it.

(elevator dings)

Tash, you okay?
What's this big emergency?

The big emergency
is you killed Ruiz.

Ghost came to me this morning

wondering why you stopped
his plan to get out.

He cannot know
that | told you, Tommy.

He's not gonna know that you
said nothing. It's handled.

You know, he's not wrong
about getting away from Milan.

Listen, Tash, | got a plan to get us
all out from under Milan.

(scoffs)
You sound just like Ghost now.

He's always got a plan.
It's always about trusting him.

Yeah? Well, trust me.

We all play our parts right,
everyone will get what they want,

as long as Milan
and Ghost stay in the dark.

| am trusting you, Tommy.

Ghost can be a lying,
sometime-y motherfucker,

but he is still the father of my kids,

and | need to protect him,
even from himself.

I'm protecting him, too.

| always do.

(elevator dings)

This morning Ghost
said something about helping you...

with Holly.

What does he mean, Tommy?

Holly? Nothing.

Nothing happened, T.
Stick to the plan.

You've got to be kidding me.

Why did we have to meet here?

Well, Angie, | was
in the neighborhood, and...

you always liked the fries.

What did you do last night, Jamie?

| thought we weren't supposed to
ask each other those kind of questions.

What did you do last night?

| went to work, the club.

Did you have a nice night
with Agent Knox?

| didn't see him last night.

Well, | did.
He pulled me over.

He didn't tell you?

He came out accusing me of killing
Lobos, which | told you he would do.

What did you tell him?

I told him he had no proof, Angie.

That if he had proof,
he would've arrested me.

He tried to get me to say
that you were the leak.

I told him you were innocent.

Oh, my God.

So does that mean
that you now believe me?

| don't know what to believe.

Angie, | told you that | needed
to protect you from Greg.

I'd do anything to protect you.

| agreed to meet with you
because the leak case was closed.

They found that person,
so I'm in the clear.

And you and me, we're done.

Angie, that's a lie.

You still love me and I still love you.

Good-bye, Jamie.

Yo, you Ray Ray, right?

Here, | got this for you.

What the fuck you doing, man?
Not here, man.

Get yo’ ass in there,
nigga, come on.

All right, nigga,
you got my shit?

Yeah.

That's nice.

All right, hands against the wall.

- What?
- | said grab some wall!

You have the right to remain silent.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

(overlapping chatter)

(groans)

(grumbles)

A'ight.

Tariq St. Patrick.

Handed me these.

(scoffs)
Hoo.

Where'd you get these?

These babies will put you
in juvenile detention

till your 18th birthday,

which I'm guessin' is gonna take
several long years for you,

so you want to do yourself a favor
and tell me who gave you that shit?

You know rich,
little mark-ass bitches like you,

they fresh meat up in Spofford.

You so fuckin’ soft,
they gon’ call you Ta-fleece.

You sure as shit
ain't no hustler, nigga.

Think about all the trouble
you're gonna get in--

the law, school, your parents.

| know you don't want all of that,

so I'm gonna give you
one last chance.

Tell me who gave you these guns.

Speak, nigga!

Okay.

We're going in.

(car door opens)

Your boy held tough.
He didn't say shit.

See, now, that's how you handle shit,
like a G.

(laughs)
Yeah.

(laughs)
Little man a‘ight.

(laughs)

You okay, Valdes?

No.

(shaky inhale)
In fact, | don't know how...

I'm going to be okay.

You?

| thought I knew Greg,
you know?

He was such a true believer.

Hard to believe he was dirty.

And the fact that
we'll probably never catch

the guy who killed him
is pretty hard to take.

Yeah...

too hard to take.

Listen.

If you don't want to
go home alone tonight...

Sometimes grief
does strange things to people.

Not that strange.

I'm here if you change your mind.

(music playing)

< But where I'm from Jf

fit ain't hard to pull the strap J

? ‘Cause if a nigga want some,
I got some f

And I'ma serve the gas
till they done J

< So... 2

For real, you shoulda
seen your face.

“Hands on the wall!"

- (whimpering)
- (scoffs) Ha!

- Yeah, whatever.
- No whatever, nigga.

You turned white so fast,
Michael Jackson would've been jealous.

(mimics Michael Jackson)
Eh, hee-hee!

(laughs)

You not from
this neighborhood, are you?

Nah, I'm from the city.

Not that it matters anymore.
| don't never wanna go back there.

My family just--
they just all fake, they're all liars.

| don't want shit from them anymore,
I can get my own stuff.

- My dad can keep his money.
- No doubt.

Not that it makes a damn difference,
but, um, if you had to guess...

how much money
would you say your pops is worth?

- | don't know, a lot?
- A lot?

What you got, Alfred answering
the front door or some shit?

No, we don't got a front door.
We got a elevator.

(laughs)

(both laughing)

You got a elevator?

Juke, you got a minute?

(chuckles)
I told you he was ready.

Yeah, he held up, but why you
lookin’ like you about to lift

that little nigga in the air
like "The Lion King" or some shit?

Don't get attached.

Why you ain't tell me
Ghost is ballin’ now?

Not just drug money,
nightclubs and shit.

- That just slip your mind?
- What difference does it make anyway?

So...

you got a rich man's kid
in your place.

You just ain't gonna do shit with it?

I was gonna use him to fuck
with the parents of his rich-ass friends,

break into their apartments and shit.

| already turnt him out.
He gonna be down with the hustle.

Yo, fuck that.
He is the hustle.

Ransom his ass.

You can get the money
and kill him anyway.

You are still plannin'’
on killin’ him, right?

The point was to break his father.

This way you break him twice.

Once in the pocket, once in the heart.

(imitates gunshot)

You get Ghost's money,
kill his kid,

you ride off into the sunset.

Flawless fuckin’ victory.

Right?

Right.

(music playing)

- Ah.
- | have to hand it to you.

I'm quite confident,
by the end of the night,

Karen, | will earn
our partnership.

- No handouts here.
- | hope you're right.

He's right, Daddy, he's right.

Come on, let's take a walk.
Welcome to the party.

(muffled music playing)

Okay, nigga, we here, on time,

in these fuckin’ monkey suits.
What's up?

All right, listen, we do it
like we talked about, a'ight?

- A’ight.
- Kush as smooth as silk.

- No hood shit.
- Bet.

Yo, nothin’ pops off in this club,
y'all hear me?

- Got it.
- Got a lot of rich white people here

- that ain't afraid to call 911.
- Got it.

So don't get jumpy.

| heard you, motherfucker,
we good.

- Let's get money.
- Let's get it.

(cheering, yelling)

Man of the hour,
Mr. Rashad Jennings.

James, how you doing?

Good, man, everything
to your expectations, huh?

Oh, man,
this is above and beyond.

Let me let that add to your night.

- Whoo.
- Only the best for the best.

Yeah!

Hey, man, you really
turned up the place tonight.

Let me tell the bartender
what to do for you.

You make sure you take care
of this man and all his people, all right?

When that's dead,
| got a whole crate upstairs.

- Mr. St. Patrick.
- Mr. Bassett.

We feel you are right.

You have earned it.

Sir.

- We'll get right to work.
- | can't wait.

- To us.
- To us.

Oh, Tasha.
Good to see you again.

What the fuck
are you doing here?

Oh, you know,
now it's our club, too.

Now that the paperwork is signed,
we have to talk.

| don't have a damn thing
to say to you.

~ Yeah, we breakin’

~ Breakin’ necks
and we cashin' checks J

~ So we breakin’,
breakin’ necks... J

Oh, but we do.

J Like it's going out of style... J

You are completely deserted.

But at least you picked a nice suit
for your last night on Earth.

I have you now.

No, I have you now.
Do exactly as I say.

Whatever your foolish plan is,
it won't work.

This time it was you
who failed to notice me.

Look around.

~ I'm so, so blessed,
know nothin’ ‘bout no luck J

~ ‘Bout to blow out all the speakers J

f Everybody turn the fuck up...

Go ahead and try it, bitch.

You're alone. Now, walk.

< We breakin’, breakin’ necks f

< And we cash... J

It's about damn time.

Tommy, after everything
I tried to teach you.

Get in the back, Chefe.

Stop.

Right there.

So, this is it?

This is your revenge?

- It's not personal, Milan.
- Just business.

| underestimated you.

Nah, you underestimated us.

We could've killed you
in the club, Milan.

We wanted you to know
that we outsmarted you this time,

so you die here.

- You learned.
- Nighty night, Milan.

Rest easy.
| ain't gonna eat you.

That worked, partner.

Yeah, just like we thought it would.

If I'm gonna be the connect,
gotta get rid of the connect.

- Right?
- Right.

You were right, Ghost.

Gettin’ rid of Milan
gives us both everything we want.

It's over.

It's over.

All right, then I'ma
get back to work, all right?

| got a club to run.

You watch your back.

You too, motherfuck.

Just spoke to Dre.
The men all played their parts.

Everyone's safe and sound
and drinking beers.

We should go.

We have to get the men started
on moving to new warehouse.

- Yeah.
- I'll give the order.

Did you tell Ghost we're still going
to sell drugs in his clubs?

Nah, he'll know soon enough.

Think he'll agree to that?

| won't give him a choice.

Hey, Mom.

Don't "Hey, Mom" me.
You should be in bed.

Where's Dad?
I thought he was coming home with you.

Yeah, well, he had to handle
some business,

but he'll be home later.

Come here.
Mmm. Mmm!

(whispers)
It's okay.

Where's your brother?

He went to hang out
with that new friend of his, Slim.

Slim?
Who's Slim?

He said he was a friend
of Dre's and Shawn.

He knew Dad and Uncle Tommy
when they were younger.

Let me try to call your brother.

I tried that.
He didn't pick up.

Yeah, well, he better pick up for me.

Son.
Bustin’ your ass-- ah!

- (cell phone ringing)
- Yo, hold on.

You better pause the game, nigga.

I think | should go home.

| don't want to but my mom
gonna be looking for me.

The last bottle of lean was crazy.

| feel different.

Yeah, we mix it different in D.C.

No time like the present,
motherfucker.

We doing this shit or not?

(shutter clicks)

Send it.

Ray Ray: What's his mom
gon’ think when she see that?

She gon’ think I'm back
from the dead, baby.

(cell phone chimes)

(gasps)

Raina:
What's wrong?

Raina: Mom?

- Mom?
- Um, nothing.

Um, just-- just go to your room.

l-1 gotta call your father.

(music playing)

(indistinct chatter and laughter)

Karen: Hey, were you been?
| lost you for a second.

Oh, just busy keeping
the guests happy.

Well, I'm happy.

Karen and | were talking.

What do you think of Dubai?

Take my jet.

- Does next week work?
- Absolutely.

Uh, excuse me.

I never meant
to hurt you, Angie, okay?

| had a reason for everything | did.

That doesn't matter now.

Of course it matters.
Our love matters.

Now we can be together.

No, we can't.

Angie, what the hell?

James St. Patrick,

you are under arrest for the murder
of Special Agent Gregory Knox.

Greg's dead?
I-I didn't kill Greg.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Angie, you gotta believe me.
Angie!

Anything you do or say
can and will be

used against you in a court of law.

Angela, why are you doing this?

Why did you do this?

| loved you.

All right, got it.

Yo, get your hands off.
Who the fuck are you, man?

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford an attorney,
one will be appointed to you.

Do you understand these rights
as they've been explained to you?

He's ready.

Come on.

fl believe in what I sell J

~ Why does everyone
hear me wrong? J

f If | told you different J

Would it sound the same? JS

S Would it make a difference
in any way? J

~ Oh, oh f

J | know I've done wrong,
and | paid for it... f

Angie, | can't believe
you're doing this to me.

Believe it, Jamie.

It's the right decision.

~ Say that you don't want me f

Say that you
don't need me I

S Tell me I'm a fool I

~ Tell me you've been tortured J

- Tell me you've been beaten J

- What've I done to you? J

S Even if it doesn't matter f

~ Doesn't matter what's true J

~ Say that you don't want me J

- Say that you don't need me J

S Tell me I'm the fool J

S Look at all this heartache,
what is left? J

- Forgetting how it started,
this is how it ends J

< Whoa-oh J

~ | know I've done some wrong
and | paid for it f

But it's your turn to talk,
for once I'm listening J

~ Say that you don't want me J

- Say that you don't need me J

S Tell me I'm the fool J

~ Tell me you've been tortured J

- Tell me you've been beaten J

~ What I've done to you J

S Even if it doesn't matter f

~ Doesn't matter what's true J

~ Say that you don't want me J

- Say that you don't need me J

< Tell me I'm the fool... f

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