All language subtitles for Power S04E04_track3_[eng]

Ghost: Previously on "Power"...

| got scooped up by the Feds,
and they brought Julio in, too,

but they kept him a lot longer than me.

Mak: / just want to extend
a big congratulations

to Donovan for finding
the murder weapon at Truth.

The asshole left it underneath
the bar in his office.

- What?
- | have a recording from a Cl

Greg was running off the books.

He got Egan confessing

to killing Lobos with Ghost.

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

| got proof that you're Ghost.

- What's your fuckin’ price?
- 20,000 to this address.

And | want Egan to make the drop.

- Tommy, trust me.
- Trust you?

- You're Ghost's lawyer.
- Yeah, I'm yours, too.

| don't have a choice, right?

Confess to killing Greg.

I'll get your sentenced reduced
as much as | can.

(tray clatters)

Cop killer.

- (groans)
- (blows landing)

~ 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,
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 Sf

~ / just come from the poorest part f

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

f This is where it goes down f

f Oh, yeah f
- f Yeah i

~ / just happen to come up hard f

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

(music playing)

f Paint the ceiling with your feelings Jf

~ Sway your city with my thoughts J

~ Guess I'm too much of a criminal f

£/'ma villain, what a cost f

~ Seems like every time | talk J

£/ seta million missiles off f

~ Donald Sterling, my opinions,
piss a million niggas off f

~ This is me against the world,
fuck, consider this a draw f

~ 1 got some shit up on my chest
and | can't wait to get it off f

I If it's trouble that they looking for f

f I'll give them what they want I

(cell phone vibrates)

- (cell phone chimes)
- Good news?

Nah.

‘Cause we could sure use some.

- It's work stuff.
- Oh, all right.

- Tariq dressed?
- (scoffs)

| don't know what that boy is doing,

but | haven't heard a thing.

I'ma try to get some breakfast ready.

Yeah, go on, T.

I'll see if Tarig's up.

Yo, Tariq!

£ And no man shall ever back me down f

~ You say you want some
when you really know J

~ You don't want no trouble, yeah f

~ You don't want no problem J

£ Yeah, I'm fire like Bic,
I've got the butane... I

You all right, St. Patrick?

- Yeah.
- (groans)

You know, we lost an inmate
last year just like this,

weights slipped on his neck
and crushed his windpipe.

He was a cop killer, just like you.
Piece of shit.

What you lookin' over there for, man?
The cameras don't work, son.

They ain't worked in over a year.

Too bad, though, if they did,

maybe they'd find out how the weights
slipped on the last nigga here.

Ain't nobody give a fuck about you
while you up in here.

Get your windpipe crushed,

just one less bullshit-ass nigga.

(crunching)

(groans)

Pull your skirt up, bitch.

£1 got racks like Dolly Parton f

(gasps)

~ Never should they test me now J

~ You say you want some
when you really know J

~ You ain't want no trouble, yeah f

What the fuck, Angela?

Are you actually trying to
get this case thrown out before trial?

| told Angela not to pursue
the traffic stop.

- | told her to let it go.
- And this is the one time

- you listen to the guy in charge?
- Really?

Mike: Saxe is right.

It's not like you not to go
the extra mile, Angela.

Mak: Look, let's not lose
our cool here, all right?

When St. Patrick told you
about the traffic stop,

did he say anything else
you're leaving out?

Nothing else relevant.

He said he thought Greg was going to pin
the whole Lobos leak on me.

| thought he was lying.
I'd been spending time with Greg--

(Saxe laughs) Spending time.

Is that the, uh, euphemism
we're using today?

Stop being a fucking asshole, Saxe.

We all want St. Patrick to go to jail
for killing Greg.

Maybe | want it more than any of you
for exactly that reason.

Fuck jail.
| want him to get the needle.

- Me, too.
- Me, too.

- Then | guess we're in this together.
- Mak: Agreed.

Without the DNA evidence,
we need to shore up our case.

Come on, let's go.

Angela, hold on a moment.

(door closes)

Valdes, what would you have done

if St. Patrick accepted the deal
you offered him

and then | refused to honor it?

You know, Saxe was right.

I'm not surprised you went
behind my back.

Your lack of respect
for authority precedes you,

as is your inability to follow the rules.

But in this case, it can help us.

We ran ballistics on Tasha's gun.

They came back completely clean.

So now we need a new angle
on an old target.

I'd rather not go back there again.

Well, I'd rather you'd never offered
the deal in the first place.

No. Not yesterday, not today, okay?

| repeat, I've never heard of
a Bailey Markham.

Okay, but you have heard
of Andre Coleman

and Julio Antonio Moreno?

Yeah. Julio used to work for me.

Dre works for me now. Why?

They were brought in for questioning
by the Feds.

Any idea what they might have said?

The truth, that I'm an upstanding,
respectable businessman.

- What?
- Even so,

your association with felons
years after you left the hood...

it will confuse the jury
as to your intentions.

Well, then un-confuse them.

Look, man, | pull these kids
out of the hood,

| give 'em life skills for the real world.

So you're Mother Teresa. In Armani.

No, no, he's a one-man homeboy industry.
That's a good play.

Speaking of play, Joe,
what about the gun found at Truth?

Can't we get that thrown out?

- That's our intention.
- Okay.

Yes, but if we file that motion

and the prosecution connects
you to that gun

in any way, we're done.

- You're getting the needle.
- It's not my gun.

And if you believe it's my gun,
then why the fuck are you on my team?

James, he has a point.

- Don't make it personal.
- This is about my life.

It doesn't get any more
motherfuckin’ personal than that!

There he is. See that?

That flash of anger, that loss of control.

You do that in court one time-- one time--

and it plays right into
the prosecution's narrative.

You will be seen as
just another angry black man

who killed a cop in cold blood.

So I'm gonna ask you one last time.

Is there anything we need to know
about this gun?

No.

- Then we'll file that motion.
- (exhales sharply) Good.

- I'll get started.
- All right.

Look into a Marshal Clyde Williams.

There may have been an incident with an
inmate in the weight room

- about a year ago, okay?
- Williams?

- Yeah, Williams.
- Got it.

And did you talk to Tommy about making
the money drop for Teresi yet?

- | will
- Tell him to also see

if he can confirm Teresi's involvement
in the murder of Roberto Solletti.

| got it.

And what about this Silver guy, man?

- You sure you bettin' on the right man?
- Yes.

Look, we're all in this together.

- You can trust me.
- | do.

| absolutely trust you.

Thanks.

(speaking Spanish)

Eh?

Callahan, Poncho, Spanky
all rolled through with their money.

| went to go pay my respects
at Domingo's house.

The fuck is up, man?

Tommy didn't need to do him like that.

Runnin’ over my boy, breaking his legs.

Yo, man, I'll...

(clears throat)

I'll talk to Tommy.

I'll handle it.

Don't seem like y'all on the same page.

And now | got a soldier
who can't fuckin’ walk.

Let me ask you this, if Tommy
don't trust you to do your fucking job,

why should |?

Look...

I'm sorry about what happened
to your boy, Domingo,

but he should have kept
his fuckin’ mouth shut.

Needed to show a little bit of respect.

And so do you.

I'm the Distro now.

See, that's your problem, Pariguayo.

You think 'cause Tommy gave you
a new title you're the big man.

- Tommy: Tony who?
- Teresi?

Tony Teresi.
| mean, the name sounds familiar.

Capo in the Mosconi crime family.

Head of their hit crew?

Mosconi-- didn't all those guys snitch
and get tickets to Arizona?

Not this one. Teresi kept his mouth shut.

He's doing a federal bid.
He's been in for 25 years.

He's in the MCC with James right now.

Oh, well, this can't be good.

Teresi walked up on James

and called him Ghost.

And | got no idea how he knows.

- Well, it don't matter how he knows.
- Exactly!

He's threatening to go to the Feds

and rat James out if he doesn't
get 20 grand a week from now on.

Oh, this grease ball motherfucker.

He asked for you specifically
to do the drop.

- Me?
- He said, "Tommy Egan."

Fuck.

How he knows me, too?

| mean, you tell me to lay low,

and now you want me to be an errand boy
to bribe some mobster?

How do we know that he ain't
working for the Feds?

That this ain't some setup for me

- to get caught with my dick in a ringer?
- We don't.

| could be sending you right into a trap,
but | got no choice.

We're all fucked together on this one.

When you go, James had something

he wanted you to find out, if you can.

Confirmation about Teresi

being involved in a hit
on Roberto Solletti?

(sighs)
Tell Ghost | got this.

- What the fuck is this about, Tommy?
- Don't worry about it.

"Don't worry about it," he tells me.

- (indistinct chatter)
- (soft piano music playing)

- Man: Ma'am, can | help you?
- (sighs)

(car horn blares distantly)

You lost the DNA so you need me, right?

I'm not gonna say nothin’ to help you.

You may have the degrees and a badge,

but I'm not as stupid as you think.

| don't think you're stupid, Tasha.

Stupid's not Jamie's type.

Gullible, maybe.

| certainly believed him
when he said he was going legit.

You were right to believe him.

Did you believe him when he told you
that he stopped seeing me?

He told you about that?

| figured it out.

Right after that woman
tried to kill him at Truth,

he came over and he told me

he needed more time for us to be together.

Later, | realized what he needed was you.

All that time we spent meeting up,
sleeping together, and...

he was coming home to you.

Are you trying to get me
to slap the fuck out of you?

No, I'm saying he lied to us both,

used us both,

because we let him, because he could.

Hmm.

Did Jamie tell you we offered him a deal?

Yeah, he told me.

So he told you that we came to him

and | showed him that
we could charge you

as an accomplice,

that we could eventually put you in jail?

| told him he could save you from that
if he took the deal.

Well, he didn't do it, so...

why would he take a deal?

Are you sure?

Whose word do you have for that? His?

What if he did it, Tasha?

What if he killed Greg

and he's willing to risk your life
to make sure he walks away?

What if he doesn't care if you go to jail
as long as he goes free?

(scoffs)

You know what?
Yes, he's a liar. | know that.

But so are you.

- (scoffs)
- | know in your mind

I'm your enemy, Tasha.

But what if he's the enemy?

What if for every sleepless night crying

| know we've both had,

for every night wondering
where the fuck he was,

what if this is the answer?

That he goes down

and you and | are the ones who survive?

(hip-hop music playing)

(indistinct chatter)

- My man.
- What's up?

- All right, nigga.
- (grunts)

That's your share of the lick.

Oh, shit.

You earned it. You a motherfuckin’ G, man.

You gotta get paid what you're worth.

Just don't let your mom find that shit.

(laughs)

She bad, right?

Uh, | wasn't looking at her, you know...

"Well, uh, well, | wasn't lookin'"--

(stutters mockingly)

"| wasn't looking at the pussy.
What do you mean?"

- "| wasn't lookin’ at it."
- "What do you mean?"

(laughter)

Let's talk about this business, man.

Set up this next lick.

Tell Ray some more
about your rich friends.

Yo, J, so this makes us all good?

Damn near.

Just need Dre's shit.

What you mean, "We need Dre's shit"?

You tellin’ me he didn't show?

Yo, relax, T. I'll handle fuckin’ Dre.

More importantly, T,
what the fuck's up with you

running motherfuckers over now, man?

- Oh, the Dominican Shrek?
- Yeah.

Fucker's lucky | took it easy on him.

Now if you would've done your job
and checked his disrespect,

he'd still have two good legs.

Fuck him anyway.

Handicapped people get
all the best parking spots.

Yeah, Tommy, but by doing that, man,

you don't realize how
you're chopping off my fuckin’ balls.

Think about it--
now | gotta go and talk Cristobal

back into the fold again.

| mean, there's only so many extra keys
| can throw the fuckin’ Tainos, man.

You see all this you're talking
about right now? It's not my problem.

And the fact that you're trying
to make it my problem

means that you are becoming my problem.

You understand?

| got something | gotta do.
I'ma be gone a while.

But | gotta ask you something.

Why was you in with the Feds
longer than Dre?

Yo, how long | was in with the Feds
don't mean shit.

| could have snitched the first
five minutes if | was gonna.

Is Dre telling you this bullshit?

| never said nothin’ about snitching.

Just do your job.

And if you wanna be Distro tomorrow,

you get me my club cut by midnight.

- Shut it.
- (whirring)

- (elevator bell dings)
- | mean, | guess | better get used

to this bitch just hittin’ me up
whenever she feels like it.

She lucky you ain't me, T,

‘cause | would have broke her ass
in half by now.

(chuckles)
| know that's right.

What man you got spending
the night over here?

Girl, please.
Ain't no man up in here.

It's just Tommy.

You sure that's a good idea?
Tommy sleeping over?

Why?

Why? 'Cause Ghost is in jail.

You think he would like his best friend
shacking up with his wife?

(scoffs)

Ghost asked for Tommy to be here.

Mm.

Honestly, | don't even know
if | care about what the fuck Ghost likes.

You know, they offered him a deal.

To protect me and the kids.

He turned it down.

What? You fuckin’ serious?

That's why Angela wanted
to meet me, to tell me.

| mean,
the bitch could've been lyin’, but...

if she's not,

then that means he made that decision
without even talking to me.

| mean, Ghost and | are supposed
to be in this together,

on the same side.

If | were you,

I'd be thinking about being
on my own damn side.

(scoffs)

Yo, man, a primera drop-off?

That shit ain't optional, homie.

- Where the fuck were you?
- (scoffs)

| was just taking care
of some club shit, man.

- Yeah?
- Just chill.

I'll be at the next one.

- Here.
- Yeah, you will.

Yo, what's this shit you tellin’ Tommy
| was in with the Feds longer than you?

- The fuck's up with that?
- | didn't say nothing about that.

- No?
- No.

| just told him that we both
got picked up, that's all.

And how the hell would | know
if you were in there longer?

Look, bro, on some G shit,

you and | ain't got no more beef.

All right, I'm just movin' weight
like I'm supposed to.

- We cool. Do your thing.
- Yeah.

(door opens)

(door buzzes)

(door closes)

| heard you were...

offered a gift the other day.

One you didn't accept.

Yeah, | couldn't accept it.

Hmm.

That gift would have helped me
and the kids.

We should have talked
before you said no.

(sighs)

Your little friend just came to visit
and she offered me a gift, too,

one | don't think
you would like me to take.

| didn't accept it either.

- Of course not.
- (scoffs)

Look, your friend

seems to think that she and |

should be on the same side.

You know, since we've both been
through so much...

pain.

Tasha, what you getting at, huh?

- You agree with her?
- No.

You and | are in this together,

but you need to start acting
like you know that.

You don't make another decision
without bringing me in.

Okay?

| struck out.

Even if we could break privilege,

| don't think she'll ever flip on James.

She's loyal to him, after everything.

(knock on door)

- Mak: What's up, Coop?
- Love letter from Proctor.

Mak: Motherfucker.

Proctor just filed a motion
to suppress the gun.

Our chain of custody is solid,
right, Mike?

Absolutely.

(club music playing)

Dre: Yo!

- What you doing here, man?
- Hey, man.

- You missed the payment drop today.
- Yeah.

Something wrong with you and Tommy?

No, | had to do something
for Ghost, but...

now that you mention it, Tommy
has been acting kind of crazy lately.

Yo, bring my boy a bottle of Effen
and two shot glasses, all right?

- Here.
- Here you go.

So talk to me, man.

Yeah, he messed up Domingo bad.

- Hmm.
- My bros are ready to revolt.

- And Julio...
- Oh...

- ...4e had no fuckin’ idea.
- Yeah, man, Julio,

don't get me started on that motherfucker.

- Julio ain't ready for prime time--
- Here you go.

You let me know if you need anything else.

How do you work here
without fuckin’ all these girls?

Oh, man, it's bad for business.

Hey, we open in a half hour.

So what were you sayin’
about Julio fuckin’ up?

Yo, what are you doing
snooping in my fuckin’ room?

What are you doing?
Where'd you get all that money from?

I'm not telling you shit.
Better not open your mouth to Ma either.

Fuckin’ snitch. Get outta my room.

You're such an idiot.

So, you were alone
when you found the body, right?

- No witnesses?
- That's right.

| was alone.

And after being alone at the crime scene
for, what, an hour?

40 minutes,
until the crime scene techs arrived.

After being alone for 40 minutes,

you then oversaw the tech team
as they collected

Mr. St. Patrick's fingerprints and DNA?

| did, as Special Agent in Charge.

You also personally discovered
the murder weapon at Truth nightclub?

| collected it,

and there were three other agents
in that office with me.

Well, three other agents
who report to you.

- Mm-hmm.
- SO, you were not only present

but participated in the collection

of every major piece of evidence
against the defendant.

Who signed the affidavit
in support of the arrest warrant?

| did.

Proctor:
Well, you don't like my client very much.

Not particularly, no.

But that does not mean
that | didn't follow procedure--

Thank you.

Let me ask you this--

what makes more sense,

that an upstanding citizen
with no personal connection

to the drug world was able to
break into a dirty FBI Agent's home,

catch him by surprise,

murder him, and then escape,

only to leave the murder weapon

poorly hidden at his own workplace?

- Or that he was framed?
- Calls for speculation.

- Sustained.
- Proctor: | think Greg Knox

figured out who the FBI mole was.

- And it was you.
- What?

- Mak: Your Honor.
- It was you who killed Greg

to protect yourself, and then you planted
James St. Patrick's fingerprints and DNA

at the crime scene
right before the tech team got there.

- That's ridiculous!
- You planted the gun at Truth

right after having the security cameras
turned off, which...

(claps)
was genius, by the way.

You steered this prosecution
at every stage.

- Isn't that right?
- Objection.

This is some bullshit.

- Mak: Don't answer that.
- Donovan.

| risk my life
every goddamn day for my job.

- Motherfuckers like you are...
- Agent Donovan!

...the real reason we can't ever
put the real criminals in jail!

Someone needs to shut
your motherfuckin’ mouth.

(Proctor exhales sharply)

That's quite a temper you have, Agent.

What, you're gonna frame me now, too?

No further questions, Your Honor.

You see? Angry black man.

Judge: Now, Agent Donovan and Mr. Proctor,
| will remind you both

that this is a court of law.

Any cross, Mr. Mak?

No, Your Honor.

All right, well, then Agent Donovan,
you are excused.

I'll, uh, render a decision shortly.

(gavel bangs)

That was just a preview.

We can't call him in trial
to establish foundation for the gun.

We're screwed.

We need a new way to go.

(doorbell rings)

(knocking on door)

(door handle clicks)

(dog barks in distance)

Got a package for Tony Teresi.

Am | in the right place or what?

Yeah, you're in the right place.

Come on.

(indistinct TV chatter)

Judge Judy: That the only person
I'm gonna get an accurate answer...

(Tommy chuckles)

So this is what retired gangsters
do all day.

They watch "Judge Judy."

| like the way she tells people
to fuck off.

- Sit down.
- Okay.

(unzips bag)

Come on, man. What you doing?
It's all there.

| don't know you, kid.

All | Know is my friend's information
must be good.

You showing up tells me that.

All | Know is that
my boy inside gots kids.

We just want to make sure
nothing fucks up his case.

| guess you didn't go
the extra mile for Teresi.

So why didn't the Feds ever pick you up?

Or you never did any real work.
You just hung out with made guys.

| was as fuckin’ real as they come.

You might want to watch
your fuckin’ mouth.

You was?

Teach me, my G. Tell me.
What did you do?

Teach me.

Just tell me the biggest job
you ever done.

You were the guy that ran over
the Gotti kid.

Nah? You went down to Philly
and took out Salvie Testa for Scarfo?

Castellano outside Sparks?

Am | getting closer here or just talking?

Um, David Caccia? Roberto Solletti?

Sammy... who is this?

- Who are you?
- I'm a friend of your husband's.

My husband ain't got any friends.

He was just leaving, Connie.

Go back to bed.

It's all here. You can go.

Nice doing business with ya.

| have no interest in helping you
or your client.

Yeah, well, why isn't the prosecution

calling you as a timeline witness?

| figured you'd be the cornerstone
of their prima facie case.

You know how this works.

| have subpoena power.

You can answer now or be dragged
into court and answer on the stand.

Look, the prosecution thinks
Greg is dirty,

that he was working for Felipe Lobos.

| don't buy it,
and I'm not gonna toe the party line

so they're not gonna call me.

| Know someone else who doesn't buy it.

My client, James St. Patrick.

He doesn't think Greg Knox
was the FBI mole.

Maybe we could push this agenda together.

| may have a relevant piece of evidence,

something that could be used as leverage

if St. Patrick turned
government's witness against Egan.

The only problem is, if you use it,

you're gonna have to choose
between your two clients.

Is it a recording?

I'll meet with you.

Not in public.

| don't want to be seen with
St. Patrick's lawyer, no offense.

None taken.

How about my office?

How about your place?

(door buzzes)

(cell phone beeps)

(line ringing)

- Sammy: Hey, Tony.
- Egan show up?

Egan just made the drop for St. Patrick.

Connie can call the doctor.
The money's all there.

(sighs)

- And?
- It's him.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

(sighs)

(cell phone snaps shut)

(inhales sharply)

What the hell is going on?

Good news.

You can call the doctor
and get that new treatment.

Who's "him"? Who's "him"?

You talking about the kid
who was here earlier?

How does Tony know that kid?

Look, Connie,
the less you know, the better.

- Oh, no, no!
- Drop it.

- Drop it, okay?
- Fuck you! Fuck you!

I'm sick, I'm a woman,
but this is my house,

and | have a fuckin’ right
to know what goes on

under my roof!

In 40 years of marriage,
Tony never once-- not once--

kept a secret from me.

He never once lied to me,
and that shit is not gonna start now.

Tony's just trying
to keep you alive and happy.

- (scoffs)
- So why don't you just let him, huh?

Hey, I'll stop by tomorrow, check on ya.

All right?

Connie?

(horns honking distantly)

- What's up, beautiful?
- Ah.

- I'm actually glad you're here.
- Oh, yeah?

‘Cause we need to talk.

Or we could go into the back
and talk later?

Mm-mm. Last night when you left...

| told you.

It was about being there
for Tasha and the kids.

| got a kid.
What about you being there for us?

Why you trippin’?

~ Doesn't make sense f

£ Shit just got real,
things are gettin' intense now f

~ / hear you talkin' 'bout "we" a lot f

~ Oh, you speak French now f

~ Giving me the signs
so | gotta take a hint now J

£ / hit you up like,
"Do you wanna hang right now?"

f On the East Side and you know
I'm with the gang right now f

~ You say do |! own a watch? J

~ Do | know what time it is right now? f

J /t's after 2:00 a.m.
and that's askin' f

fA lot of you right now J

f All she talkin’ bout is,
"Come and see me for once f

< Come and see me for once f

~ You don't ever come to me f

~ You don't ever come to me" I

Hmm, baby.

| gotta go, baby.

Are you sure your dad's not
gonna be here till tomorrow?

No, he's fuckin’ his girlfriend
in Vegas tonight.

Yo, | hacked his tablet
and she sent him some nude pics.

- Oh, word?
- You wanna see her tits?

- Oh, shit.
- No, fuck outta here.

You gotta Snapchat that shit, though.

(beeping)

(door buzzes)

(cell phone vibrating)

- Little man got the digits.
- Are you sure he got this, man?

‘Cause | ain't going back inside

‘cause some green-ass nigga
fucked up on his end.

~ Let my enemies yell at me... I

Told you it's all good with him, man.

Let's go. Let's roll, nigga.

~ Gotta send me money, Venmo f

~ Put us on the map,
don't sleep, siesta, man blow f

~ Jack won't be no nigga
serenading with a banjo f

~ Real reckless dude
with a crew carry ammo f

~ Thought predicting winning
would be something so taboo J

~ But now I'm monkeying around
with my brothers... f

Hey! Hey!

How long are you two
gonna be parked there?

- That's permit parking only.
- Kanan: We have our permits, Officer.

- We'll be done soon.
- Yeah, you better be.

f Started that flame,
somebody ring the alarm J

~ /'m too raw, raw, raw,
I'm a villain, I'm a don

~ Mask and a cape,
somebody ring the alarm J

(chuckles)

(gunfire on TV)

Man on TV: Movement, ten o'clock!

- (gunshot)
- Oh!

Oh, shit.
Yo, you see that dude's head explode?

You gotta hit him, like,
right under the chin

and the head flies,
like, 50 feet in the air.

- Shit's fire.
- (muffled thud)

Yo, you heard that?

- Hear what?
- That noise.

What noise? Bro, it's probably
just the lean hittin’ ya.

Just the game, bro.

Yo, maybe | should call the alarm company.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Have them do a patrol.

We're skipping school
and we're getting high.

You sure you wanna fuckin’ call
the alarm company?

- (both chuckle)
- Crazy.

You know what, I'ma go check.

Here, take my turn.

- Make some more lean anyway.
- Yo, | want more of that shit.

Yo, y'all need to keep it down.
Chad can hear y'all.

This nigga knockin’ over shit
lookin’ for a bottle.

- Nigga, | was lookin’ for dope.
- (whispers) Shh, he can year you.

Rich motherfuckers always got some
medicinal shit stashed somewhere.

- Chad: Yo, 'Rig, everything cool?
- Yeah, bro!

Your cat just knocked over something.

All right, yo, I'll Keep him drinking,

- but y'all need to hurry the fuck up.
- All right.

Get the door, man.

- You went out to Teresi's?
- Everything | saw, everything | heard.

- You can get that to Ghost?
- Yeah, I'm his lawyer.

| can sneak it in.

And before you say it,
I'm being your lawyer, too.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

In fact, | got a meeting with
a Homeland Security Agent tomorrow night

who says he has evidence against you.

- Against me?
- Yeah.

(sighs)

What kind of evidence is that?

That's what I'm gonna find out.

(sighs)

Good. Good.
| want to be there, too.

- | want to hear what he's got.
- No, no way in hell.

| wasn't asking you, Proctor.

Proctor:
These fuckin’ guards, man.

Ghost: Tell me about it.

Proctor:
| made some headway with your guard.

I'm gonna get him transferred.

- Oh, nice work, Joe.
- Yeah.

But it ain't all good news, James.

| think the Ruiz recording
may have surfaced.

And it's not good.

The prosecution has it, huh?

A Homeland Security Agent.

Jesus.

Look, if Mak had it,
he'd be introducing it

in court right after announcing
a RICO action against you and Tommy.

He's not doing that.

You do the math for me.
What does all that mean?

| don't know.

I'm meeting with the Homeland guy.

I'll know more tomorrow, but...

if this recording
does directly incriminate you,

there may only be one way
out of this mess.

It's not happening, come on.
You know that, Joe.

I'm not flippin’ on Tommy, man.

- Did he go see Teresi's guy?
- Yeah.

- Okay, and?
- He said he couldn't be 100% sure,

but the guy jumped
when he brought up Solletti's name.

- Bingo.
- So did Teresi's wife.

| thought so.

And the sick fuck
wrote everything down,

asked me to give it to you.

- Destroy that after you read it.
- Yeah.

And whatever you plan on doing, James,

be careful.

- Got it.
- All right.

- I'll see you.
- All right.

Thank you.

(bell ringing)

(indistinct chatter)

Wait a minute.

You know what, um...

you guys Stay right here.

I'll be right back.

What are you doing about
the security at this school?

I'm glad you're here.

Actually, Mrs. St. Patrick--

The paparazzi took pictures of Raina

and put it in the "Post."

Now both of my kids are
being bullied by their classmates.

Maggie: First of all, the paparazzi

haven't been a problem
for any of our other students.

Of course, none of them
has a parent on trial

for murdering a federal agent.

He's going to be exonerated.

And in the meantime,

| think we pay enough money to ensure
our kids are kept safe here.

Actually, your tuition check for
this quarter was returned by the bank.

Insufficient funds.

Well, that's-- that's impossible.

Our accounts are fine. Resubmit it.

| spoke to the branch manager.

They won't honor any checks
from you or your husband.

So you have till the end of the week

to cover the payment,

or both of your children
will face suspension.

Was there anything else?

Hmm. No.

- FBI.
- What?

The establishment is closed
until further notice.

What?

The hell are you talking about?
You can't shut me down.

f 1 don't give a fuck f

- | don't even know what the hell this is.
- Not my problem.

I'm gonna need you to stay
out of the premises.

You know what, I'm gonna need you
to kiss my black ass, all right?

How the fuck y'all think you
just can come here...

- Lock it up.
- ...and just shut my shit down like that?

Tasha, answer the phone.

~ 1 can't hear you, | don't give a fuck f

Sorry, everyone. The club's closed.

- Please exit.
- (indistinct chatter)

Yo, Julio. Hit me back.
Shit just got real.

Truth got shut down, man.

(cell phone vibrating)

- LaKeisha: Tasha!
- Yo, Keisha, listen--

- They just shut down the shop!
- What the fuck?

What the fuck is going on?
They just came and shut the shop down.

All right, all right, let me change.
I'll be right there.

'Riq.

- Tell Mom | went to Calvin's.
- Tariq.

f 1 don't give a fuck f

(hip-hop music playing)

(chatter, laughter)

You nervous.

You'll be all right.

Yo, man, | got your cut.

But shit's going down with Ghost.

Truth closed.

| don't know how I'ma pay you next month.

That sounds like a you problem to me.

| don't give a fuck how you do it.

Just get it done.

(door opens)

- Hey, what's good, brother?
- What's Tariq doing here, man?

He here to have a good time.

| think it's time for you to be getting
home to that beautiful daughter you got.

~ She make that booty pop f

~ Turn around, baby,
make your booty drop J

~ Drop, drop, make that booty drop J

~ Drop, drop, make that booty drop J

~ Drop that booty on my lap... J

Look, man, | don't know what you're doing
here, but you need to come home with me.

Think I'ma stay.

(scoffs)

- What up, Brains?
- You made it, little man.

Here, hit this.

~ She make that booty go,
she make that booty stop J

£1 told her, turn around, baby,
make that booty pop... f

- (coughs)
- (laughter)

- It's your first time?
- (coughs) No.

Yeah, | believe that ain't
your first time for a lot of shit.

Speaking of which...

| got something for you.

A reward for you standin’ up
in that last lick.

Hi. Wanna talk?

Get the fuck in there, T.

You ain't gotta pay her or nothing.

Don't ever pay bitches for shit
they'll do for free.

Go on.
Split that motherfucker in half.

Or do-do what you can do, at least.

(laughter)

~ She make that booty pop f

~ Told her turn around, baby,
make that booty drop J

~ Drop, drop, make that booty drop... f

That boy will never be the same.

(muffled hip-hop music continues)

(sighs)

Where you from?

Manhattan.

- Uptown?
- Nah.

Downtown. Tribeca.

Shit, what you doin’
hangin’ with these niggas?

| don't Know, they real.

Unlike my family at home.

- Where you from?
- I'm from here.

Few blocks down.

Your parents know you're here?

(laughs) Hell no.

Okay.

Yours?

They don't give a fuck where I'm at.

Did Slim tell you to do this?

Slim? No.

| wanted to.

It's okay.

Tommy:
That's what doing Lobos was about.

Bailey:
Tommy, it's been a long night.

What do you say you leave it alone, huh?

Tommy:
Me and Ghost killed him to start over.

(key clicks)

Play it again.

It doesn't matter
how many times | play it.

It's not gonna change.

Egan implicates he and Ghost
in Lobos's murder.

But he never mentions your client by name

and he never mentions
that Knox helped them,

because he didn't.

What | care about
is clearing Greg's record.

If St. Patrick wants to use this recording

and flip on Egan and get immunity,

then he's gonna have to testify

that Greg wasn't killed
because he was working for Lobos

but that he was killed
because he was close to taking down

Egan and St. Patrick.

Like | said, James doesn't think
Knox was working with Lobos.

He thinks the real mole killed Knox

and framed him.

If we point the finger at that person,

it exonerates Knox and St. Patrick.

Any chance you know who that person is?

Maybe.

But you got to hear this first.

If you play this in court,

Egan doesn't just go down for Lobos.

- Ruiz: What's wrong?
- Tommy: Uh...

The old bitch, she's overheating.

Gotta pull over and check it out.

Older cars, you know how it is.

Hey, Ruiz!

Get me my flashlight in the glove box?

(clattering)

(rumbling)

Ruiz:
| used to work on my dad's car.

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

(grunting)
Tommy, what are you doing?

- You're gonna regret this.
- Tommy: No, | won't.

‘Cause it ain't me doing this to you.
It's Ghost.

- (Ruiz struggling)
- (Tommy grunting)

(struggling stops)

You see why | say you gotta choose.

St. Patrick or Egan.

It only helps St. Patrick if he flips

and builds a case against Egan.

Who specifically on the prosecution team
has heard this?

Well, | told Saxe about it,
but he hasn't heard it.

You and | are the only ones
who've heard it.

Tommy, no!

(moaning)

What the fuck?

(groans)

What the fuck, Tommy?

| told you to stay the fuck in there!

Jesus Christ!

He's a federal fucking agent!

Yeah, well, now we in this together.

We both implicated.

So... gettin’ Ghost to flip on me...

ain't really an option for you no more.

Is it?

(laughs)

So, let me ask you something.

Ghost set that up?

Ruiz recording me talking?

That was his little plan?

James knew about the recording.

That's why he broke into
Knox's apartment to find it.

To save you.

- Fuck.
- Yeah. Fuck!

(groans) Just...

Just go. Go, get out.

No, no. I'll take care of the laptop.

No, | think I'll scorch
this motherfucker myself.

Tommy, | have to figure out what Markham
was gonna do with the recording.

Just destroying his laptop

won't confirm that
there was only one copy.

All right.

You better do it.

What about him?

- I'll take care of him, too.
- Yeah?

Not by myself.

- | know a guy.
- (chuckles)

Hey, Proctor.

You all right.

I'm glad | didn't have to kill you, too.

Find a new lawyer in New York City?

Fuck that.

(door closes)

(knocks on door)

Yo.

Got the payment.

You're good for a week.

I'm gonna need you
to keep 'em comin’, though.

| need something else, too.

That friend of yours, Tommy Egan,

| want to meet him.

| don't think so.

Not gonna happen.

Not gonna be paying you
any more money, either.

Are you forgettin' | know who you are?

| Know you know who | am.

It's just that | now know
who you are, too.

And | know that you and your boy
on the outside killed Roberto Solletti.

So if you rat me out as Ghost,
then I'll spill what | Know about you.

- See how that works?
- Now you know I'm in here

for multiple life sentences, right?

So even if you could prove this,
that | did it,

the Solletti kill would just up
my juice in here.

(laughs)

Yeah, but what about the new trial, huh?

How does that affect your sick wife?
Connie? Is that her name?

All the stress, you know, the press--

Your keep her name
out of your fuckin’ mouth!

You hear me?

I'm sure the Solletti family, of course,

would love to know
who really killed their father.

And with all due respect, old man,

then what happens to your wife?

Especially when they find out
where she lives,

and you and | both know
that's gonna happen.

Motherfucker.

Goes both ways, old man.

No more money. No more threats.

No families get hurt on the outside,

and you don't meet Tommy Egan
or a single person that | know.

Just nod your head
so | know you heard me.

Good.

You want to tell me what's going on?

- Is this about that recording?
- | don't know.

They must have found something
that screws us in the financial docs.

- What's that mean?
- They seized your assets.

- What?
- Froze your accounts

so they can scrutinize the data.

What's my family supposed to do
about money, man?

Think bigger, James. What could
they have found in those records?

| don't know.

Look, | have rarely seen the Feds
seize assets for a murder.

RICO cases, sure, but this one?

- What do you think they're after?
- Bailiff: All rise.

What the hell are you two not telling me?

- (door closes)
- Your Honor, may | approach?

Judge: Please do.

Okay, uh...

well, we're gonna recess to chambers now

and the defendant will return
to his holding cell.

Mike:
Mr. Proctor should be disqualified.

He can't adequately represent
Mr. St. Patrick's interest.

(scoffs)

Well, your concern for
James's interest is touching,

especially since
you're trying to kill him.

What's the basis of your claim?

Mr. Proctor represented Thomas Egan

in a drug conspiracy case we brought.

There's an inherent conflict of interest
between Egan and St. Patrick.

They are grasping at straws, Your Honor.

There's no proof of any conflict.

Then why have you been seen
speaking to Tom Egan?

Who's your client, Proctor?

Egan and St. Patrick's interests
are aligned.

Really? So when we offered
St. Patrick a deal to flip on Egan,

that didn't generate
a clear conflict of interest?

Mr. Proctor?

They've known about this since day one.

Your Honor, they're only bringing it
up now because I'm beating them.

Your duties of loyalty and confidentiality

to both of your clients
are clearly compromised.

| am granting the request and ordering you
to withdraw from the case immediately.

Judge, are you kidding?

Your Honor,
| believe fundamental fairness

demands a mistrial be declared.

Losing lead counsel
this close to the trial,

it makes it impossible for Mr. St. Patrick
to present the best defense.

Oh.

That's a nice try, Mr. Silver,

but | think you can come up with
a decent defense without us starting over.

And besides,
no jury has been impaneled.

No mistrial.

Oh, and I'll, um, distribute
the decision this afternoon,

but the gun is out.

Mr. Proctor, you're very convincing.

- Nice job.
- Yeah, thanks.

We're through here, no?

Those 18 holes at Shinnecock
aren't gonna play themselves.

(door opens, closes)

(door buzzes)

(door closes)

They told me | had a visitor.
Why are you here?

Why are we not in the attorney's room?

(sighs)

That's what | need to talk to you about.

I'm not your attorney anymore.

(laughs) You jokin’, right?

The prosecution made an argument
that | had a conflict of interest,

that by you not accepting
the deal they offered,

| wasn't representing you.

Well...

you alone.

Yeah, but | would have never
taken that deal, man.

And | would have never turned on--

The judge doesn't know that.

So what do we do now?

We don't do nothing.

Silver's your guy now.

Now, | know you don't like him,

but he's your only way out.

(sighs)

(door buzzes)

(kicking door)

How the hell do you know
where | live?

Thanks for getting me
thrown off the case.

That wasn't me.

- Yeah.
- You're drunk, go home.

(scoffs)

Scumbag Mak's gonna file a charge
with the New York State Bar.

I'm gonna get suspended
or disbarred.

Everything that is happening to you

is happening to you because your client
murdered Greg Knox.

- If you can't understand that--
- But he's innocent.

He's innocent.

And you wanna know
what the worst part about it is?

Everything he's done, he did for you.

Yeah. And | told him.

| said, "You have a choice.
You have to choose--

her or your own life."

And that stupid motherfucker chose you.

You're full of shit.

It's not his gun, Angela.

And if it's not his gun,

what does that say about
the rest of your case, huh?

Get the fuck outta here.

Not his gun.

(lock clicks)

(keyboard clacks)

(keyboard clacks)

(keyboard clacks)

Holy shit.

He didn't hide the gun.

~ Another day and I'm wounded J

~ To run the race, there my love is f

~ But there are those f

~ Who think the race
is just a waste of time J

~ Ooh f

< But if | don't take a chance f

£/'ll never know £

~ Ooh, ooh f

~ So why you always criticizing J

~ What you would have done different? f

~ Go ahead, be gone f

f I've had my fair share of falling I

~ And made into a better man f

f Yet stilll go f