All language subtitles for Power S04E02_track3_[eng]

Ghost: Previously on "Power"...

James St. Patrick,

you are under arrest for the murder

of Special Agent Gregory Knox.

Julio is the distro now.
He'll keep you in weight.

Ghost put me in charge of this shit.

And Tommy left me in charge of everything.

- | don't feel safe.
- | got you.

I'm giving you as much money as | can.

Just stay away from the kid.

John Mak:
Tony Teresi-- one count manslaughter,

one count second-degree murder.

- John, what are you doing here?
- Just got a new assignment.

I'll be sitting first chair
in the St. Patrick case.

After today,
we'll be working out of my offices.

- Your Honor--
- Bail is denied, Mr. Proctor.

Cop killer.

We got a resister!

- (blows landing)
- (grunting)

~ They say this is a big, rich town f

~ / just come from the poorest part f

f Bright lights, city life,
| gotta make it f

f This is where it goes down f

~ / just happen to come up hard f

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

~ | never took a straight path nowhere f

I Life's full of twists and turns f

~ Bumps and bruises, | live, | learn f

f I'm from that city full of yellow cabs
and skyscrapers J

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

~ 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

~ Occupational options,
get some blow or some hos f

£ 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 I

~ This my regal, royal flow,
my James Bond bounce f

~ That 007, that's 62 on my count

£/'m an undercover liar,
| lie under the covers f

~ Look a bitch in the eyes
and tell her, "Baby, | love ya" I

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

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

~ They say this is a big, rich town f

~ Yeah, | just come from
the poorest part J

f Bright lights, city life,
| gotta make it f

f This is where it goes down f

- f Oh, yeah J
- f Yeah i

~ / just happen to come up hard f

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

(music playing)

(urinating)

~ We gonna need some drugs
for this situation

~ Shout-out to my plug... f

(toilet flushes)

f All we ask is ventilation f

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00:03:03,183
00:03:06,937
00:03:12,776
~ Won't win it through litigation J

f All we ask is ventilation f

00:03:24,705
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Tariq: So he's not coming home?

No.

Not right now.

I'm sorry.

That means he did it.

Boy, | don't want to hear
those damn words

come out of your mouth ever again.

Your father would never kill anyone.

And you know better.

The police arrest innocent
black men all the time.

Yeah, 'Riq, don't be dumb.

- You're the dumb one.
- I'm not the dumb one!

Stop it, please.

Now, look,

| know this is gonna be hard,

but we're gonna have to
go on with our lives,

like everything is normal.

| don't want you discussing
your father's arrest with anyone.

| mean, someone could try
to twist your words

and use them to hurt your dad
and our family.

If anyone asks,

we don't call him "Ghost."

It's just a nickname
that he got when he was a kid.

How did he get the name
"Ghost" anyways?

Yeah, Mom? How did he?

It doesn't mean anything.

It's the hood.

Everybody has nicknames in the hood.

What if something happens
to Daddy when he's in prison?

Nothing is gonna happen
to your father, okay?

Your dad is gonna be fine.

We are all gonna be fine.

| promise. Okay?

(knocking on door)

- What's up, 'Keisha?
- You told me | was safe, Tommy.

Fuck you talkin’ about?

| was at the penthouse with Tasha
when the Feds raided it.

And | met Angela.
The bitch wants blood.

The fuck is going on with Ghost, anyway?

Thought he was supposed to be out by now.

All | know is, he didn't get bail.

| want out.

|! want both yours and Tasha's names
off the shop's paperwork.

It's too late for that.
You're not going anywhere.

The Feds are gonna be going through
their finances and shit.

Ghost's name ain't on the shop paperwork.

If something pops off
with Tasha's accounts,

it's gonna give the Feds
a fuckin’ hard on.

You don't get it.

| got a kid to think about.

You'd understand, Tommy, if you had one.

Hey...

no matter what happens, | got your back.

Just like we all did in the neighborhood,
and just like | did with Milan.

(indistinct chatter)

(door unlatching)

(handcuffs jingling)

(groans)

- Did you fight back?
- No.

It was two against one
and | was handcuffed.

Good.

It's like | said before, everyone in here
thinks you're James St. Patrick.

No matter how much people mess with you,

you're gonna have to suppress Ghost.

Shivin' a motherfucker is
not gonna help you beat this case.

| got everything in here on lock,
all right?

What are you doing to get me out?

My hands are tied until | find out what
the prosecution's narrative's gonna be.

They got your fingerprints
and your DNA under Greg's fingernails.

| don't know what other evidence they got.

Evidence is bullshit.

Angela is fucking furious
because | dumped her, period.

She's framing me, man.

You need to tell them
about our relationship.

Are you out of your fucking mind?

Introducing a love triangle
between James St. Patrick,

Angela Valdes and Greg Knox
is a Slam dunk.

Think about it--
it gives us the cleanest motive.

- Juries love a motive.
- | agree with Saxe.

James St. Patrick killed Greg
in a jealous rage

and the jury will understand.

Who gives a fuck
if Valdes gets disbarred?

It's a small price to pay
for her indiscretions.

Love triangle would have been
a great narrative,

except, all of you assholes knew

knew Valdes was sleeping
with both of them.

If that became public knowledge,

all of you would potentially be called up
as witnesses for the defense,

royally fucking your credibility
and the department's.

Saxe:
But this is the narrative we can prove.

We put Angela on the stand,
she gives us the case

in one piece of testimony.

We get ahead of the story, right, Mike?

Sorry I'm late.

Got off on the wrong floor.

Angela, have a seat.

Introducing your relationship
will be handing the jury a motive,

wrapped in a bow.

If you take the stand,
the prosecution will eviscerate you.

The "jealous ex" narrative
will turn this trial into a soap opera.

The jury would ignore the evidence,

focus on the sex.

You had a sexual relationship
with the defendant, James St. Patrick?

You're under oath, Angela.

You're not really considering
putting me on the stand?

| have to consider everything.

You had a sexual relationship
with James St. Patrick,

yes or no?

Yes.

And where did you meet
to have sex with Mr. St. Patrick?

At her apartment, at my nightclub,

at the St. James Hotel.

Did she know you were married
when you started sleeping with her?

Yes, | knew.

So you had to hide it?

If we check the credit card records,

will it show that you were
slipping out during work hours--

having an affair on taxpayer dollars?

Reminding you, you're under oath.

Maybe once or twice.

We met whenever we could.

You knew her since high school.

Is it fair to say you've been
in love with her for almost 20 years?

He was my first love.

So you dumped Knox for St. Patrick?

After all, he was your first love.

And after she broke up with Knox,

he became obsessed with both of you,

- starting following you?
- Yes.

He followed me and Angela.
He never found anything.

| filed a formal complaint,
and Greg was suspended.

And then you moved in with St. Patrick,

even though he had stolen
government property from your apartment

to help Tommy Egan out of prison.

That didn't seem like
a conflict of interest?

You gave up your family,

your apartment, everything to be with her.

You finally had your childhood dream.

It was unrealistic, at best.

So you broke up with St. Patrick
and got back together with Knox.

How did you think
the defendant would react?

You snapped.

She was the love of your life,
and you wanted revenge.

Did you know that James St. Patrick
was capable of murder?

The woman you sacrificed everything for,

the woman you loved
since you were a teenager,

she got back with this FBI agent, Knox.

You couldn't live with it,
so you killed him.

No, | would never kill anyone
in law enforcement.

You mean to say you'd never kill "anyone,"

right, Mr. St. Patrick?

Why the distinction?

Have you killed anyone before?

Have you ever killed anyone,
Mr. St. Patrick?!

If you get on the stand,
you cannot lie, James.

Once you're convicted of perjury,

you cannot take the stand
in your own defense ever again.

So if you say "no" to that question,

we're fucked in the courthouse
for the rest of your life.

You can't put me on the stand.

You can't put me on the stand.

Damn right, we can't,
and that goes for you two, too.

If you were called up to testify
under penalty of perjury,

you would have to admit
that you knew Angela Valdes

had romantic relationships
with Knox and St. Patrick.

James St. Patrick,
a known associate of Thomas Egan,

the man your office is trying
to prove is Ghost.

And that's the story.

Not Angela and St. Patrick.

The story is St. Patrick and Egan.

The story is St. Patrick and Ghost.

Okay, so what do we do?

Unfortunately, we have to wait
for the prosecution's next move.

In the meantime,

you need to make some calls
on the prison's phone system.

Be James St. Patrick.

Let people know
you're gonna be in here awhile.

And I'll work my magic
with the press from the outside.

It's all about perception.

(door buzzes and shuts)

(lively hip-hop music)

Maybe your connect
might be interested in hearing

what | could do for his organization.

A'ight, so listen up.

When somebody orders
two bottles of Citrine 2005,

you hit 'em with one bottle
and a Truth matchbox.

What's in it?

You don't need to know.

And neither does Dominique, a'ight?

Two bottles go on the receipt,

but only one bottle
gets pulled from inventory.

What happens to the extra bottle?

It just magically disappears
and our receipts match up.

Bet, so shit look legit,
just in case we get audited.

(cell phone vibrating)

A’ight, get back to work.

Recording: You have a collect call
from the Manhattan Correctional Center.

Will you accept the charges?

Yes.

Ghost:
Andre, how are things at the clubs?

Good, James. How are you?

Unfortunately, I'm gonna have to be here

a little bit longer than | anticipated.

| heard. What do you need?

While my lawyer works on
getting this mess sorted out,

I'm gonna need you to step up
and run the clubs in my absence.

- All right?
- Oh, | already am.

With you all over the news,
business has been booming.

I've got DJs booked out a month ahead

and I've been talking to Karen every day.

Every day?

Yes, she and her dad were having
second thoughts about the expansion,

but | talked them off the ledge.

| got everything on lock.

I'll see you soon.

Hey, Boss!

Quesalupa's back.

Thanks for the tip, B.G.,

but | could give zero fucks
about the Quesalupa.

Cristobal didn't show up
to pick up his product today.

I'm tight with the guy
who tats up the Toros Locos.

He told me Cristobal met with
the Toros Locos distro,

asked to meet with their connect.

I've barely been the connect a minute

and this motherfucker's already
disrespecting me?

Go have a little chat with him.

Ooh. Mm-mm.

You're too big of a target.

I'll handle it.

All right, but when you roll out there,

don't step on your fucking meat.

You do me and our organization right.

No doubt.

What's up with Ghost?

He's still locked up.

And don't discuss that with nobody.

Yeah.

| just wish we could help him somehow.

Yeah, maybe you could get
a conjugal visit.

Really?

| owe him, Tommy, that's it.

| know, you two got a real touching story.

| just wonder what chapter
do you shut the fuck up?

(indistinct chatter)

| heard you run them clubs.

You a rich boy.

Bet you think you're better than everyone.

Thing is...

I'm still hungry.

And that biscuit...

is looking mighty succulent.

You lookin' real pretty
with them baby seal eyes.

- (chuckles)
- Hey.

- (bone snaps)
- (groans)

Biscuit...

get the fuck out of here.

(upbeat club music playing)

Woman: Whoo-hoo!

(cash register rings)

(cash register rings)

(bell dings)

(cash register rings)

(cash register rings)

(cash register ringing)

(bell dings)

My client, James St. Patrick,

is an upstanding business and family man,

wrongfully accused by an organization
that is clearly corrupt.

The victim, FBI Agent, Greg Knox,

was investigated and proven
to be a government leak

in a conspiracy to commit murder

against cartel leader Felipe Lobos.

Mr. Proctor,
do you think St. Patrick was targeted

because he's African-American?

You know me, Marvin.

| don't play the race card,

but in this case, yes.

James St. Patrick is just one of many
innocent African-American men

who have fallen victim
to a biased justice system.

I'm compiling a list of employees
on St. Patrick's corporate payroll.

Egan can't be the only criminal
St. Patrick keeps in his orbit.

Have you seen this shit?

Proctor on TV: / guarantee you,
the prosecution is not interested

in protecting
James St. Patrick's civil rights.

They're only interested
in getting a conviction...

| love how he's calling us racist
to discredit our arrest of St. Patrick.

No one in here is even white.

| am.

And I'd just like to say

not every white person is racist.

- Thanks very much.
- Not every one, no.

No offense, it's just ridiculous.

He's poisoning our potential juror pool.

We have a black friend.

Maybe we send Donovan out there,
make him our version of Chris Darden.

No thanks.
Being on camera ain't my thing.

We should ask for a gag order.

There's no way Judge Tapper
will sign off on it.

- Guy's a hard ass.
- John: We have to try.

St. Patrick cannot walk.

I'm not losing to that
cocksucker Proctor again.

Remember, act normal,

and be on your best behavior.

All right?

We're gonna visit your father.

He wants to see you,

and it's important to him
that you know he's innocent.

What if | don't want to see him?

It's not up for discussion, 'Riq.

Your father loves and misses you.

Now listen to me.

We are a family,

and families stick together,
through good times and bad.

And when we go,
we're gonna sit behind the glass

and we have to talk into phones.

But remember, we're being recorded.

Do not call him "Ghost."

We know, Mom.

All right.

Go ahead, Raina.

- Raina: See you later.
- Have a good day.

(door opens)

I'm not gonna tell your father
about your little drinking incident.

It's obvious these new friends of yours
are a bad influence.

When your father was young, like you,

he had some pretty rough friends.

One of them was named Kanan.

You ever heard of him?

Stay here.

(shutter clicking)

What are you doing?

Leave my kids alone.

| said back the fuck up!

(shutter clicking)

- Wha--
- (glass shatters)

What the fuck?!

You're gonna be hearing
from my lawyer, lady!

So that's how I'm supposed to behave?

'Rig--

(horn honks)

Hey.

That gun you brought to school,

is it the same one your dad used

to kill that FBI agent?

- Uh...
- Maybe.

Are you stupid or something?

Mom told us not to say anything.

She's a liar, just like Dad.

- (bell rings)
- Sup with you, 'Riq?

It's like | don't even know you anymore.

- Thank you.
- (cell phone buzzing)

- What's poppin’?
- Nothin’, man.

I'm just tired of all this shit
going on with my parents.

My dad didn't make bail.
He wants us to come visit.

Does that mean he's guilty?

| told you,
| knew your dad for a long time.

He did that shit. He guilty as fuck.

| knew it.

But you should still go see him.

Why? He doesn't care about us.

‘Cause | got plans for us.

If you continue to be good,
they'll trust you.

You're a smart little nigga.

(car door closes)

- Play the game, son.
- (engine starts)

There she is.

Hey.

It's my bride.

You're just as beautiful
as the day you walked down that aisle.

Yeah, yeah, right, babe, yeah.

(laughs)

Tony...

this is the last time I'm gonna be able
to make this trip by myself.

| am just too damn sick.

| just can't make it.

The oncologist said that he could get me

on that experimental treatment,

but he's gotta see the cash up front.

All right, listen.

The money didn't come through this time.

I'm sorry.

| mean, it's fuckin’ killing me.

It's okay. It's okay.

You know, you got enough
to worry about in there.

| just wish | could've given you a kid.

Will you stop saying shit like that?

It just fuckin’ pisses me off!

That's who could be
taking care of me right now.

Connie, you listen to me.

You've given me everything
that any man could ever want.

I'll get you the money, | promise ya.

Hey.

Hey, you work for us, Cristobal.

That means when it's time to pick up
the product, you gotta show the fuck up.

See, word on the street is,
you asked the Toros Locos

for a meet with their connect.

| used to be a Toro.
Can't trust 'em.

Well, with all the shit
going on with Ghost,

I'm not so sure | can trust Tommy, either.

Hey, you know what? Fuck you guys.

My primo, Anibal,
got got working for Ghost and Tommy.

- Shut the fuck up.
- You shut up, puto.

If we work for you,
we might as well be walking around

with fucking targets on our backs.

- Nigga, who you callin’ "puto"?
- What?

- (grunts)
- Domingo!

No. Wait.

Look, man, your territory brings in
a grip of cash for us.

We ain't willing to let that shit go.

Now, to show you what a valued
primera you are to us,

I'm gonna throw in a couple extra bricks.

We good?

Yeah.

Yeah, we cool.

Come on. Let's go.

We're here on the prosecution's request

for a protective order prohibiting
the attorneys from speaking to the press.

Are you kidding me, John?

Coming from the guy who has
the "New York Post" on speed dial?

His introduction of race into the case

is designed to turn prospective jurors
against the prosecution.

In today's political climate,
it's incendiary.

This is a First Amendment issue here,

and a gag order would interfere
with my ability to try this case.

Our point exactly.

He wants to try this case in the press,
not the courtroom, Your Honor.

Enough.

We both know that you address the press
when it suits you, too.

So I'd say get in the game,

‘cause I'm not going to be used as a pawn

in this ongoing pissing match

between you and Mr. Proctor.

I'm denying your motion.

And I'm late for lunch.

I'll see you later, John.

This is a nice try.

- (door closes)
- Okay, our evidence has to be airtight

if the jury's gonna be biased against us.

The DNA is great.

We should check out
the fingerprints again.

- I'll do that.
- But it may not be enough.

What else can we do?

Yeah, bro,
| got the system in place, so...

- (door slams open)
- Ain't no thing.

FBI. We have a warrant.

Need to speak with the manager.

- Dre: | am the manager.
- We need your security footage.

- | have to shut the system off.
- So do it.

We'll wait.

- (indistinct shouting)
- Yes, sir.

(indistinct chatter)

Open the safe, please.

- Check the file.
- Yes, sir.

I'll take the bookcase.

(safe beeping)

(bottles clinking)

Got something.

I'm innocent.

I'm sorry that our family
has to go through this.

This is So messed up.

When are you coming home?

Soon, baby girl.

Unfortunately,
these things just take time.

Hand the phone to your brother, please.

| need you to be the man of the house
until | come home, all right, 'Rig?

That means taking care of your two sisters

and being respectful to your mother.

| got it, Dad. Don't worry about it.

Thank you for coming to see me.

You have no idea how much it means to me.

| want you to know how much | love you

and that of everything
I've accomplished in life,

the thing that I'm most proud of

is being your father.

We love you, too, Dad.

Okay.

I'll see you soon.

- Say "Bye, Daddy."
- Bye.

| thought you had everything
under control.

- Why isn't he out?
- Ghost'll be out soon.

His lawyer is a fucking mastermind.

He's the one who got me out
when | was scooped up with Lobos.

| hope you're right.

Look, | don't want to have to
get Chicago involved in this problem.

Yo, Marcus.

What happened to your eye?

Julio got Cristobal back on board,

but his homie Domingo
was running his mouth.

He-he got one off.

And Julio didn't stop that shit?

Talk!

Marcus tried to step in,

but Domingo stepped to his slow ass first.

| mean, shit was about to pop off,

but Cristobal took care of it.

Told his nigga to step off.

Cristobal, not Julio?

(exhales sharply)

- Did something jump off with Ghost?
- No.

I'm just checkin’ in on you.

Can | come in?

- Come in.
- Thank you.

(music playing on radio)

You hungry?

I've got some leftovers.

No, I'm good.

So what's up?

It's just-- (sighs)

| still need your help at the shop.

| know how you feel about me
running money through there, but...

you got my back, right?

Just like | got yours.

You sure it's safe?

Trust me. Okay?

It's all good.

Where's Cash at? He home?

No. Cash is at his cousin's house.

We're here, alone.

(laughs) Wait.

Wait.

Big Red ain't around anymore?

| thought you and Holly was,
like, real tight.

Especially since you kept her around

after she stole Tasha's earrings.

Nah. She gone.

- And she ain't coming back.
- Oh.

~£ Don't make me wait, don't make me f

~£ Don't make me wait, don't make me f

f 'Cause right now,
right now is when | want it f

f 'Cause right now,
right now is when | want it f

S Wait, don't make me f

~ Don't make me wait,
don't make, don't make f

~ Don't, don't make f

~ She said she had a very long day f

1 told her, "Swing it over my way" f

~ Before she can even say a word J

- (both moaning)
- [J Swerve J

£ I'm ridin’ all over them curves now f

~ She ride it like a boss, boss... f

Shit. Shit.

(grunting)

f I'm tryin’ to take it all right now

| spoke to Connie.

Doc says she's got a year,
and not the 18 months.

Fuck.

| always figured
I'd be the first one to go,

not her.

I'm sorry, Tony.

| got the info you asked for
on the nightclub owner,

James St. Patrick.

He's in for murdering an FBI agent.

My kinda guy.

| figured he was somebody
fuckin’ important.

That chink prosecutor
dropped my case for his.

His business partner's a guy
named Thomas Egan--

looks like he's a high level drug dealer.

He was arrested during a meeting
with Felipe Lobos,

head of the Lobos Cartel,
but the charges were dropped.

Egan?

Where'd St. Patrick grow up?

He and Egan are both from Queens.

- Yes.
- (chuckles)

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

You ever play in the snow before?

(laughs) Nah.

- The snow can be unpredictable.
- (chuckles)

Never know how many inches
you're gonna get.

Oh.

Got you a goddamn blizzard
your first time out.

(laughs)

Nah, but on the real, right,

Tasha can't know we smashed.

| can't have anything nice
that she doesn't have, or she'll take it.

Just like she did with Shawn.

Tasha was fucking Shawn?

- Yeah.
- Fuck outta here.

- Did Ghost know?
- Yeah, he knew about it,

but he was so caught up with Angela,
he didn't care.

God damn.

Shawn was just Tasha's way
of getting even with Ghost.

She took him from me.

And now she's taken my business, too.

Hmm.

You're, like...

the only good thing
that's come out of this mess for me.

Your business is safe.

| promise you that.

And you right.

T can't know shit about us neither.

John:
We're gonna present evidence and testimony

that proves James St. Patrick
killed Agent Knox

to protect his childhood friend
and his business partner,

Thomas Egan,

that Egan and Knox were working
for cartel leader Felipe Lobos,

and they were co-conspirators
in this murder.

After the death of Mr. Lobos,

Agent Knox was under investigation

for leaking classified information.

And we believe
James St. Patrick silenced Knox

at the order of Thomas Egan.

I'm asking you to indict James St. Patrick

for the crime of
murder in the first degree

in the death of Federal Agent Greg Knox.

(cell phone chimes)

John: | just want to extend
a big congratulations

to Donovan for finding
the murder weapon at Truth.

It's the final nail
in St. Patrick's coffin

and Proctor's gonna shit
when he finds out.

Listen, | can't take credit.

The asshole left it underneath
the bar in his office.

- What?
- Hey, you know what they say,

"we don't catch the smart ones."

The gun is great news,

but we still need to prove
that Tommy Egan is Ghost.

And connect him,
at least circumstantially,

- to Lobos's murder.
- Angela: Tommy has an alibi.

His coked-out mom, Kate.

| don't know if we can break her,

but we can definitely get Tapper

to sign off on a warrant for a tail.

Catch him in the act
of running his organization.

You think Egan is stupid enough
to be running drugs

while his best friend
is accused of murder?

If | Know Tommy, he can't help himself.

Then we're going to catch him.

(horn honks)

Did you bring the re-up for my wife?

| got a call from Dre.

He said the Feds found
a fucking gun at Truth?

| mean, he didn't really do it.

He says he didn't,

and | believe him, but the jury won't.

They're saying he did it
because you asked him to,

- because you're partners.
- Oh.

- So if he goes down, | go down?
- Yes.

And they're gonna be looking for
any reason they can get to bring you in.

Look, if they can prove that
you're a drug dealer, it helps their case.

You need to lay low.
Stay out of the game for a while.

Shit's bad timing, Proctor.

I'm under pressure to...

keep doing what I'm doing.

Yeah, well,
Angela knows everything about you.

She's gonna be lookin’ to bring you in.

This all happened because he couldn't
keep his fuckin' hands off of her.

| told him to stay away from that bitch.

| told him, too.

Things are gonna get worse.

All right.

I'll Keep a low profile.

(grunts)

But if shit does go sideways
and | do get arrested,

I'm gonna kill you.

(sighs)

(alarm chirps)

(music playing on radio)

f I'm easy like Sunday morning J

(lighter clicks)

~ That's why I'm easy 2

f I'm easy like Sunday morning J

(gun clicks)

- Get out!
- Tommy, man, I'm sorry.

- Shut up!
- Yo.

- Y-yo--
- Shut up. Shut the fuck up.

Get out of here.

Run.

I'll give you a head start.

(music continues on radio)

Did | stutter?

Run, motherfucker!

One!

Two...

Ten.

Ready or not, here | come.

~ That's why I'm easy J

£ I'm easy like Sunday morning f

~< Yeah Sf

(engine revs)

- (tires squeal)
- Faster!

~ Why I'm easy f

(engine revs)

£ I'm easy like Sunday morning f

~ 1 wanna be high f

£ So high f

< | wanna be free to know f

~ The things | do are right I

(thudding, bones cracking)

- (groaning)
- You okay?

(screams)

Your fat fuck of a cousin
could've run faster than that.

You better not disrespect
my organization ever again!

Okay! Get the fuck off me!

No. Ask nicely.

Get the fuck off me...

please.

Okay.

(engine revs)

- (bone cracks)
- (Screams)

(groaning)

Get up.
I'll show you how to do this shit, man.

Push it till you feel it
slide in some more.

It forces the fucking bolt down.

Then bend the card
towards the door frame.

And voila.

Cool, I'ma try that next time.

What's up with your dad?

| don't wanna talk about that nigga.

You ever hear of somebody named Kanan?

Yeah, he from the old crew.

But you ain't gotta worry about him.

Kanan dead.

| wouldn't have left a fucking gun
at Truth-- you know that!

| told you, Angie's framing me!

It doesn't matter who put it there.

What matters is that they found it.

They think you killed Greg
to protect Tommy.

| think they're gonna try
and prove that Tommy is Ghost

so they can make this whole thing a RICO.

Or prosecute both of you guys
under the Kingpin Statute.

What does that mean?

Both laws target organized crime

and have Draconian sentencing guidelines

against major drug dealers.

You'd both be charged
as drug traffickers--

and | think you know,
| can't win that case.

We're talking about
a mandatory life sentence,

and if they can prove you killed Lobos

or anyone else in the commission
of your drug crimes,

it gets worse from there.

So they wanna make Tommy the Kingpin

because they think he's Ghost.

They're gonna offer me a deal to flip him.

If | know John, yeah.

He loves a Snitch.

And | know that's a tough call for you,

but now that they got the murder weapon,

the fingerprints, and the DNA,

I'd be a shit lawyer if | told you
this is an easy beat.

If it were me sitting on
the other side of that table,

| would strongly consider flipping.

Yeah, but you know what, Proctor?

It's not you
on the other end of this table.

It's me.

It's me and Tommy.

(engine shuts off)

(banging on door)

- Come on, get in here.
- Oh, Tommy.

Whoa, Tommy, thank God you're okay.

| heard about Jamie on the news.

Is that why you wanted me
to come into the city?

| woulda gotten here sooner,
except the goddamn trains

are a fucking mess.

I'm worried about you.

Well, I'm fine for now, but the heat
could be coming down any minute.

At least that fucking FBI agent
who came to the house is dead.

Here's hoping that whatever he had
on you and Jamie died with him.

Ma, don't talk about Ghost.

He's the reason we're all in
this fucking mess.

All ‘cause he couldn't stay away
from Angela.

Oh.

Looks like you got girl trouble, too.

Holly left you, huh?

| told you she would.

No, Ma. It's the other way around.

| got rid of her.

You finally listened to me.

Well, at least she had the decency
to return Mom's ring.

Here, | want it.

Why, so you can hock it again?
| don't think so.

Oh, give me a fucking break.

She wasn't exactly
the world's greatest mother.

Well, | guess that shit
runs in the family.

- Watch your mouth.
- (cell phone vibrates)

All right, Ma, | gotta get out of here.

Keep your head on a swivel,
and if | do get popped,

you know where the money is, right?

And here.

(keys jingling)

Take her.

| can't believe
you're letting me drive it.

| can't believe it either.

Desperate times and shit.

So, come on, get out of here.

We gotta hurry up.

And, Ma, if you strip that clutch,
me and you are gonna have a little talk.

- Oh, fuck you.
- Fuck you.

(engine starts)

(engine revs)

(tires squeal)

Yo, | want my motherfuckin’ change.

(engine revs)

Mike?

The gun at Truth is bothering me.

It's too easy.

| think he left it there
intentionally to beat his case.

You're overthinking it, Angela.

| Know he's burned you before,
but the gun at the club

makes sense to all of us.

I'm sure he was going to get rid of it,

but got arrested
before he had a chance to do it.

Murder one for St. Patrick.

That's good news.

- Great job.
- Oh, yeah.

We're gonna bury him.

We are. Literally.

DOJ approved the death penalty.

| didn't know you were seeking it.

Oh, | always file for it. Never hurts.

Congratulations. That is terrific.

Mike, you and Saxe should join me
in the conference room now.

| would like to join
the strategy meeting, John.

Come on, we talked about this.

You're on the bench.

And now that the stakes are this high,
it's better for everyone.

I'll Keep you in the loop.

And I'll make sure we see
St. Patrick get the shot.

(music playing)

~ Keep my heritage to keep me clean J

~ Keep the devil watching over me f

~< Save me f

~< Save me f

~ Last stand before | walk away f

~ Spellbound, | stutter, | pray f

- f Release me f
- (cell phone vibrating)

~ Say you need me J

Hello?

£ Ooh-ooh f

£ Still burning from the heat
of your touch f

~ Know | shouldn't,
but it's never enough J

~ Ooh f

You know, | used to work
the death row detail at Leavenworth.

They say it's painless,

but actually it's not.

See, the drugs paralyze you,

but you conscious.

You feel everything,

hear everything, smell everything--

wide awake.

Then you have a heart attack.

Shit all over yourself.

Last one | seen,

took the dude a full 45 minutes

before he stopped twitching.

That's what's gonna happen to you.

That's exactly what's gonna happen to you.

(knocking on door)

You had my kids here
and you're gonna let their father die

for something he didn't do?

| don't Know if Proctor told you this,

but Jamie's fingerprints
were at the crime scene,

his DNA was under Greg's fingernails,

and they found the murder weapon at Truth.

You tell me he didn't do it.

Ain't no fuckin’ way he left a gun
lying around at Truth, okay?

And like | said to you before,
he wouldn't kill an FBI Agent.

He never mentioned a Greg Knox to me--
not once.

The night | came into the club?
The first time | saw Jamie?

| had a boyfriend then.

It was Greg.

| swear to God,
if you weren't a goddamn cop--

But | am.

Good night, Tasha.

For what it's worth...

| wish I'd never walked
into Truth that night.

| wish I'd never seen Jamie again.

Now that we do agree on.

(distant pulsing club music)

Why the fuck you talking to Tariq?

He asked me about Kanan.

| swear, | didn't. | didn't.

(breathing heavily)

(groaning)

Unless you want to be a dead nigga,

you keep your fuckin’ mouth shut

and them payments coming.

(panting) Wait.

Why the fuck you hanging with Tariq?

I'm paying you to stay away from him, man.

You were.

You done told so many lies and made
sO many enemies, you ain't got no friends.

Now you paying me to keep you alive.

(grunting)

~ Would you take a bullet?

~ Would you bite the gun? f

~ Spend a lifetime in your shoes f

- f Now I'm walking f
- (cell phone vibrating)

~ Yes, I'm walking f

~ Through the fire... I

Hello?

Recording: You have a collect call
from the Manhattan Correctional Center.

Will you accept the charges?

Yes.

Uh, James?

Tommy.

You sound tired.

| am.

It's good to hear your voice, brother.

How you holding up in there?

Not so good.

If | go down for this,

they're giving me the needle.

Fuck out of here, man.

You ain't going out like that. You can't.

You scared?

Help me.

~ When it all goes wrong... f

What do you need me to do?

| need you to take care of my family.

~ When it all goes wrong J

~ When it all goes wrong,
I'll pull myself together f

- | got you.
- [ Keep on holding on... f

I'ma handle everything.

You keep your head up in there.

Okay.

- Later, brother.
- J But remember f

~ Oh, no Sf

~ Through dark nights J

~ We burn bright f

S Till the sunset

S Till the sunset

~ Through dark nights J

~ We burn bright f

S Till the sunset

~ When it all goes wrong J

~ When it all goes wrong J

~ When it all goes wrong,
I'll hold myself together Jf

~ Keep on holding on f

~ When it all goes wrong J

~ When it all goes wrong J

~ When it all goes wrong,
I'll pull myself together f

~ Keep on holding on f

< The fires I

~ They keep burning on f

Lf Well, I'll hold myself together f

~ When it all goes wrong J

~ When it all goes wrong J

~ When it all goes wrong,
I'll take my time f

f I'll keep on holding on £

~ When it all goes wrong J

~ When it all goes wrong J

~ When it all goes wrong,
I'll pull myself together f

~ Keep on holding on f