All language subtitles for Power S04E05_track3_[eng]

Ghost: Previously on "Power"...

DOJ approved the death penalty.

Marshal:
Yeah, cameras don't work, son.

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

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

Your tuition check for this quarter
was returned by the bank.

Insufficient funds.

This establishment is closed
until further notice.

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

Andre: Yo, Julio, hit me back.

Truth got shut down, man.

- Trust me.
- Tommy: Trust you?

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

Your duties of loyalty and confidentiality

to both of your clients
are clearly compromised.

I'm not your attorney anymore.

Everything he's done, he did for you.

It's not his gun, Angela.

And if it's not his gun,

what does that say about
the rest of your case?

He didn't hide the gun. Holy shit.

~ 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, | 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 J
- f Yeah i

~ / just happen to come up hard f

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

(hip-hop music playing)

- (hip-hop music on headphones)
- Seriously?

| said I'd "try" to keep up.

| tried.

(speaking Spanish)

(speaking Spanish)

| just want to run.

(speaking Spanish)

| think Jamie's innocent.

Oh, my God.

| know, | got new information,
and | kind of just--

No.

| can't believe you think he's innocent.

After everything he put you through,
you still got feelings for him.

Feelings?

I'm still angry at him.

He still made me a fool
and broke my heart.

(speaking Spanish)

(speaking Spanish)

No.

(speaking Spanish)

could have major consequences,
not only for me,

but for my entire task force.

(speaking Spanish)

| can't let him die
for something he didn't do.

(sighs)

(speaking Spanish)

If he's innocent.

- James, | get that you're scared.
- I'm not scared. I'm fucking angry.

I'm angry that the lawyer
| trusted just got disqualified.

I'm angry that I'm standing here with you
wondering if you ready for this shit.

You didn't pick me, | get it,

but you need to get over that shit.

And you need to do it
pretty goddamn quickly,

because if we can't trust each other,

|! am no good to you

and I'm the nigga standing
between you and a needle.

Now...

tomorrow is your asset forfeiture hearing.

In front of the judge,
the prosecution is going to present

whatever it is they found
in your financials

that they believe links you to this crime.

Any idea what that might be?

Just like with the gun,
| didn't do it, so...

there's no evidence for prosecution
to find to prove that | did.

And Tasha runs our finances.

But | can tell you,
there's nothing they'll find there.

Okay, well, there's one more possibility.

A RICO case, uh, enterprise corruption.

But that only plays if you actually have

a Criminal enterprise.

If the business that you shared
with Thomas Egan was completely legit,

we don't have anything to worry about.

Do we have anything to worry about?

No.

Mike, may | have a word?

Yeah, sure. What's up?

| reviewed the surveillance tapes
from Truth.

Nowhere on there does it show
James St. Patrick hide the gun.

Look, if James had placed
the gun behind the bar,

the tapes would have shown him
going to the bar area,

but he never does, not once.

| think he may be innocent.

Valdes, the defense already
won their motion to suppress the gun.

What does trotting out the speculation
about surveillance tapes

to Judge Tapper do for us
to win this case?

It's the truth.

| want justice for Greg's murder,
but if St. Patrick didn't do it--

He did it, Angela.

| thought so, too, Mike, but now,
how can you be so sure?

We should take this to Mak.

At minimum, the tapes are exculpatory
and should be presented to the defense.

These tapes are out, period.

We're not risking what chance we have
at winning this case on speculation.

Ah, buenos dias, my Latino brethren.

Today is a good day.

The decision to free
St. Patrick's finances bore fruit.

A seven-figure check
written from one Thomas Patrick Egan

to St. Patrick's nightclub, Truth,

after they supposedly severed
their business partnership.

Mak: We don't know what it's for,

but the payment could have been
for killing Greg.

This could have been a murder-for-hire.

- This is great work, Coop.
- Oh, | know.

If St. Patrick was using
the nightclub business

to hide a murder-for-hire payment,

we could argue
the whole company is corrupt.

- ARICO case.
- Saxe: Exactly.

And once Judge Tapper hears about this,

we have a whole other way
to nail St. Patrick.

(breathing heavily)

Hey, Marshall,

it was a damn shame
to hear about your transfer.

Danbury's pretty drafty
this time of year, ain't it?

How the fuck you know about that?

You know how it works around here.

If there's information
out there to be had,

somebody's gonna cough it up.

| ain't got shit to say to you, convict.

And what if the topic
was James St. Patrick?

Would you have something to say then?

We all know he ain't
your favorite convict here.

He and that lawyer, they got money.

They probably know people, right?

I'm guessing they got you
booted out of here.

Now, how would you like to get rid of him?

Why did they kick Proctor off the case?

They argued that his relationship
with Tommy Egan compromised

his judgment when it came to
your husband's case.

- (sighs)
- From what | saw, Mrs. St. Patrick,

they weren't wrong.

- You may be in better hands with me.
- | see.

They've scheduled
the hearing for tomorrow.

And normally this wouldn't
come up until trial,

but everything with this case
has been accelerated.

| talked to James.

He doesn't seem to think
there's anything

that can be linked
to criminal activity,

but | have to ask,

is that true?

Absolutely.

Sometimes | get the feeling that James
isn't being completely honest with me.

He doesn't trust me,
but you do, don't you?

(scoffs)

Look, | don't know
what you're getting at,

but, like, | said,
there's nothing, okay?

We've always done everything
on the up-and-up.

Good.

| may need to put you on the stand

to corroborate, just in case.

- Wait, | have to testify?
- It's either you or James.

Well, isn't that a risk for me?

Putting you on the stand
waives spousal privilege, it's true.

They will cross-examine you.

But if there's really nothing criminal
about the family finances,

we've got nothing to worry about.

Hey, it's an asset hearing.

I'll make sure the prosecution
stays on task.

| don't know if | can do this.

| haven't known you a very long time,
Mrs. St. Patrick,

but I'm pretty sure
that if you put your mind to it,

you can do anything.

- (music playing)
- f | can get you high baby f

~ / don't need a plane,
you should hurry up and buy J

f 'Cause we selling everything,
I'm the dopeman f

I'm the dopeman, get with the program,
get with the program f

- Impressive.
- (chuckles) You like that?

Yeah, look at you, rolling that blunt.

Most of the girls I've been with
don't even know how to roll they hair.

In that case, how do you roll a blunt,
white boy?

(laughs)

Don't y'all usually use bongs and shit?

Yeah, us white boys we use bongs.

Big old bongs like this.

- Let me see.
- This bong here.

- (laughs)
- You like that?

Clear it out. Suck that smoke down.

(chuckling)
Crazy.

Here.

Yo, on the real, Tommy, the shop.

What's going on?

| can't imagine losing something | built.

| ain't gonna lie to you,
‘Keisha, it's bad.

And | know it's probably hard
to trust me right now.

I'm staying cool.

| just need you to stay cool, too.

All right, Tasha knows what she doing.

And things gonna go back
to the way they was.

| promise.

(cell phone vibrates)

- Mm.
- Mm.

- (soft groan)
- (soft laugh)

You know this shit is new to me, right?

Getting the good guy
that | can talk real shit to

and kick it with.

(text message swoops)

What happened between you and Holly?

| Know you said
she's not coming back, so...

| just don't want to make
the same mistake that she did.

I'm sorry, you say something?

Nah.

(distant horn honking)

Ow! What the fuck?

When were you gonna tell me
you got kicked off Ghost's case?

- You're gonna break my arm.
- | don't give a fuck.

Is this about what we did
with that guy from Homeland?

For Christ sake, no.

Let me go!

(groans)

What about the goddamn nightclubs?

And the weave shop?
They put chains on them!

And now I'm hearing Tasha
might have to testify?

Some asset fortified hearing?

It's an asset "forfeiture" hearing.

Silver really doesn't have a choice.

If Tasha was running the family books,

then she would need to get on the stand
and verify any activity.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Tasha's as involved as the rest of us.

The weave shop
that she's been managing,

it's being used to clean my money.

How the fuck am |
just hearing about this now?

Because it was need-to-know,
and until now, you didn't need to know.

This whole time,
Tasha actually is an accomplice.

That's what you're telling me?

So the freezing of the assets,
the weave shop,

they're barking up the right tree?

- Does LaKeisha Grant know?
- Yeah.

And that's why you were telling me
to keep the Feds away from her.

Why wouldn't you tell me
she was implicated?

Because it was too late.

There's no way to know if they
found something until the hearing.

Silver puts Tasha on the stand
thinking it's all good,

and if the prosecutors know
about the drug money

in the weave shop, she's toast.

All of you are.

| have to go.

Fuck, man.

(cell phone vibrating)

- (sighs) 'Sup, Petar?
- You tell me.

I'm gathering updates as we speak.

Hey, that's good. Do we have any?

Chicago's losing their patience.

No, not yet, but trust me,
the clubs will be open soon

and our stuff will be flowing in no time.

Okay, that sounds great to me,

but, uh, Chicago, they need answers soon.

(muffled indistinct chatter)

My, my, if looks could kill.

Oops. Too soon?

Are they treating you right?

You know, I've personally
never been to prison,

- but the stories I've--
- Simon, | don't have time for this.

You know, I, for one,
don't believe you did it,

even though everyone
is saying you did, but not me.

I'd like to think you're not capable
of such atrocities.

- You're right, I'm innocent.
- That's the spirit, James.

You must keep your mind focused
on the case,

not about things on the outside,

like your financial situation,
for example.

| heard about the freezing of your assets.

It's heartbreaking.

How do they expect your family to live?

I'd like to float you a marker

until this whole mess is over.

See, I-l was thinking--

I'll save you the trouble.
| won't accept your money.

Businessmen have spats
all the time, James.

You get in our tax bracket,
you're bound to bump heads.

But we still look out for each other.

Now, please, consider my offer

for a little financial assistance.

No. | don't want or need your money.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I'd rather be in my cell.

- Good-bye, Simon Stern.
- James...

Proctor: Are you enjoying your lunch?

It's fine.

But I'm surprised
you're free this afternoon.

You never have time to eat with me,

‘cause you're always rushing out to work.

Well, there's something
| need to tell you.

They said | messed up
a few things at work.

And because of it,

I'm not gonna be working
that big case anymore.

But it means we'll have a lot more time

to hang out and stuff.

That's good, right?

Were you messing up
because I'm staying with you now?

No, sweetheart. Absolutely not.

Oh, my God, Elisa Marie,
you staying with me

is the best thing in my life.

- Okay?
- Angela: Who's this?

AUSA Valdes,
my daughter and | would like to

continue our meal uninterrupted, so...

Joe, we have to talk.

Please?

Daddy, it's okay.

You're the boss.

Be right back, okay?

- Okay.
- Don't drink my coffee.

| watched the surveillance tapes
from Truth.

- You were right.
- No, James was right.

But you were too fucking busy arresting
him and disqualifying me to see it.

Help me fix this.

I've already taken it
to my office and they...

Yeah, and let me guess.

Those fucking assholes told you
to leave it alone, right?

(scoffs)

And I'm supposed to be the dirty lawyer.

Look, they know if they present
this to the judge,

it's gonna draw suspicion
on the prosecution.

If James didn't put the gun there,
they did.

| can't accuse my office of a frame job

unless | know everything about
Jamie's involvement in all of this.

Look, if you really want to help him,

you need to talk to him directly.

- | could call Silver now.
- Thank you.

(scoffs) Yeah fucking right.

Damn.

This red one is nice.

It's nice, but red is too bright.

You know, if I'ma be testifying,
| need to be in something

more subdued, serious.

This actually is life and death.

| guess | just gotta pick one of these
and take the rest of them back.

You know | paid cash.

Girl, don't even sweat that.

You know | got my tag gun on ready.

(both laugh)

You would do that.

| do it, all the time.

Can't believe you gotta testify.

"Might" need to testify.

Silver isn't sure yet.

But Tommy talked to Proctor.

If Silver wants me to testify,

it would mean | would
have to tell him everything,

about us, about the weave shop,
everything.

- You trust Silver?
- | don't know. | mean--

- (cell phone chimes)
- | don't know if he would work as hard

to help Ghost if he knew
the truth about all of us.

(sighs)

Who did you want that to be?

Nobody.

Uh... mm-hmm.

- Aman?
- (laughs)

Girl, you out here getting your back
blown out and didn't even tell me?

Yeah, but it's more than that.
| caught feelings, which was stupid.

And | don't think he feel the same way.

Well, first off,

any nigga not smart enough
to know how lucky he is

to be with you,
he ain't worth your goddamn time.

Well, | appreciate that, but...

| never dated a white boy before.

- Maybe they different.
- Wait-wait, wait-wait.

You're dating a white boy?

- (laughs)
- (scoffs)

- | never thought I'd see the day.
- Me either.

But he ain't no cornball. He got flavor.

Only white boy | know like that is Tommy,
and he only dates redheads.

Which one of these black dresses
you gonna wear?

The honest truth, Jamie. No more bullshit.

The fingerprints left on Greg's window,

did you leave them there
or were they planted, too?

| was there.

- Damn it, Jamie.
- When Greg pulled me over,

he told me he had evidence
pointing to you as the mole.

| went to his apartment to look for it,
to protect you.

I'm being framed for all of this.

How can you expect me
to believe anything you say now?

Because when | was in the apartment,
and you came in,

looking for Greg,
| was hiding in the bathroom.

You asked him how it went with MJ?

How does this prove you're being framed?

Angela, when | looked in the drawer,
that phone wasn't there.

The mole planted the phone,

and | think the mole killed Greg.

Or Greg could have brought
the phone home with him

and put it in the drawer before he died.

Damn it, Angela, are you listening to me?

The DNA, the planted gun.

Come on, there's gotta be some part of you
that knows that | didn't do this.

Otherwise, why would you be
sitting here right now?

Miss Valdes, what can you do for us?

In the asset forfeiture hearing,

Mak and Mike are gonna
argue to the judge

that a seven-figure check
found in your accounts from Tommy

- is payment for Greg's murder.
- It's bullshit.

Maybe, but to them,
a check insinuates collusion.

Collusion means organization,

and that is a straight line
to a RICO case.

Miss Valdes, would you excuse us?

| need to speak with my client.

Yes, of course.

(door opens)

James, I'm gonna need you to be
completely honest with me right now.

This check,

is it anything that could support
a RICO case?

It was a loan.

| used the money to pay
my former security firm

that has since been terminated.

Simply a loan.

- It's the truth.
- Okay, you mentioned earlier

that Tasha manages the money.

- Can she testify to that?
- Is that our only option?

My wife on the stand?

Only? No.

But | have to say, it may be our best.

(music playing)

(both moaning)

~ Yeah, word to motha, blukka blukka f

| bust a nigga, owe me money
then | owe you bullets f

£ Cock and pull it, bitch, | move it I

~ That cocaina, that Aquafina f

~ Yeah, that water with my bitch Nina f

~ Yeah, she a keeper,
see | just turned 27 I

- (cell phone beeps)
- f And ain't shit changed... f

(moaning)

(cell phone beeps)

| take my bitch and cruise,
cruise down the road to fame f

~ Got my name up and all the hos... J

- (moaning)
- (cell phone beeps)

Fuck.

~ We don't give a fuck about it I

~ | push whatever, get whatever... f

What the fuck's Cristobal telling people
I'm giving him extra weight for?

He's been around a lot lately,
talking to Dre.

Saw them together at the club
the other night.

- At Truth?
- Yeah.

I'm gonna be working
at this hole-in-the-wall spot

Dre's setting up for some party.

Do you want me to keep
an eye out for anything?

No, mama, don't worry about it.

I'll take care of it.

S Word to motha, blukka blukka S

| bust a nigga, owe me money
then | owe you bullets f

(sighs)

Yo, gotta be aware of your surroundings.

You don't want no one sneaking up on you.

(scoffs) | heard you coming.

Stop lying.

Yo, | like this gear, man.
Where'd you get it?

- Cashmere. It's fresh, right?
- Yeah. Your mom get it for you?

Nah, | saw it, liked it, and | bought it.

How you got money like that?

Just some cash | saved up.

You know, everybody saying
I'm the man of the house now,

- so | ain't want to bother Mom for it.
- Stepping up, all right.

Everything else all right with you?

Yo, Uncle T, can | ask you something?

Yeah. What's up?

How old were you when you first had sex?

Why you asking?

Oh, no | was just wondering.

Tariq, did you hit some girl?

What? Yo.

When did this happen?

Few days ago.

| thought me and your dad
said come talk to us first.

Well, Dad's not here,
and it kind of just happened.

Well, tell me about it.

If you want to, | mean.

- | mean, where were you?
- A party.

- You strap up?
- Oh, yeah. Hell yeah.

Good. All right, my man.

- Tariq, always strap up, no matter what.
- Yeah, | know.

Who the hell did you go to
this party with?

Dre took me. He was there with me.

Uncle Tommy, can we keep this
between me and you?

Yeah.

No doubt.

Well, hurry up.
You gotta get ready for court.

Terry, | need to talk to you
before | go up there.

There's something you need to know.

I'm sorry, Mrs. St. Patrick,
it'll have to wait.

Trust me, everything's gonna be fine.

Mak: Good afternoon, Your Honor.

Upon reviewing Mr. St. Patrick's finances,

a discovery has been made.

We'd like to enter into evidence
a check written by Thomas Egan

to Mr. St. Patrick's nightclub Truth,

which we believe is payment

for the murder of FBI Agent Greg Knox.

The defense has spoken
to the long-standing friendship

between Mr. Egan and Mr. St. Patrick.

How do we know this isn't just a loan

being paid off between pals?

For one, Mr. St. Patrick's own statements

that their business relationship
had concluded

at Mr. St. Patrick's behest
several weeks prior.

And the other, the amount, Your Honor.

Seven figures. Must be one hell of a loan.

Mr. Silver, those are
some very compelling points.

You have anything you want to say
to dispute them?

Yes, Your Honor.
We'd like to present a witness.

I'd like to call
James St. Patrick to the stand.

Bailiff: You swear to tell the truth
and nothing but the truth

- so help you God?
- | do.

Mr. St. Patrick,

are you aware of the check
the prosecution cited?

Well, yeah.
| don't Know where you grew up,

but when somebody gives you
a check for seven figures,

you tend to remember--
that's a lot of zeroes.

Silver: Can you explain
the purpose of the check?

Yes, the check was a loan to pay
a security firm that | hired

some time back to secure
my three nightclubs.

And why did you need to go to
your friend Tommy Egan for this?

| mean, you're a successful businessman.

You have three nightclubs.

- Why not a bank?
- Tommy's my friend.

| was in negotiations with
the Bassett Hotel Group at the time.

I'd invested all of
my liquid money with them,

so | needed the immediate cash.

I'm sure that put your family
in a pretty tough spot.

It did.

As a father, it keeps you up at night,

hoping that you're providing
everything for your children.

That's why I'm fighting so hard
to get back to them,

back home.

When Mr. Mak comes up here
to question you,

he's going to say that you were
desperate for money.

Lucky for you, your friend
Tommy Egan had that money,

but he did need something in return.

He needed you to kill Agent Knox.

Which absolutely
couldn't be further from the truth.

| get it.

Where | grew up,
Southside Jamaica, Queens,

people think as a young black man

that you're given one coin
with two sides, Your Honor.

Death or jail.

Fortunately for me, I'm living proof
that it can go another way.

Tommy's loan was simply that, a loan.

No quid pro quo. No strings attached.

I'm a businessman.

I'm a husband, a father, and a friend.

Nothing more, nothing less.

No further questions, Your Honor.

All right, you may step down,
Mr. St. Patrick.

We will take a 30-minute recess.

(gavel bangs)

It was bad, but we still have
the upper hand here.

By putting St. Patrick on the stand,
Silver's made him fair game.

- This is our chance.
- Mike: | agree.

And | know how to get him.

Stern: Tasha St. Patrick.

I'm so sorry to see you
under these circumstances,

but you look wonderful.

Thank you, Simon Stern.
It's good to see you.

- How's the single life treating you?
- Splendidly.

You'd be surprised how energized
you feel when you're free.

Speaking of freedom,

such a shame

an innocent man is being railroaded.

Mm.

Well, that's nice to hear,

but James has plenty of support.

Oh, of course.
| saw your beautiful family.

| also heard about financial issues

you're facing.

The last thing we want to see
is this unfortunate case

beginning to affect your children.

Let me help.

That's nice of you, but... we're good.

Thanks. Now, if you'll excuse me--

Mrs. St. Patrick, if you change your mind,

give me a call.

Tommy: It was supposed to be
a one-off thing to get their shipment in.

And you telling me that you want
to open it back up again?

| mean, | figured it worked well last
time with the club being locked down.

We need to make some money somehow, so...

supplement the loss.

| like it. Smart thinking, Dre.

This time | need it to be
more underground, word of mouth.

| mean, it can't be permanent.
Can't be selling product here.

In case anything happens,
we can just pack it all up,

- get the fuck out of Dodge.
- I'm way ahead of you.

| was thinking if we don't want
to move the weight in here,

then we open the courier system,
sell the drugs that way.

Club, it offered us protection.

We hide in plain sight.
This place is risky.

And what about the women?

How do we know they're not going to
say anything about what's going on?

- (chuckles)
- Huh? And where is fucking security?

We don't need to worry about security.

Niggas gonna be way too focused
on getting ass to start some shit.

My guys can vouch for
each one of these girls.

They ain't got big mouths.
They just want to be where the ballers at.

Tommy: So what you think?

That something Chicago
could get on board with?

Yeah, | will call and confirm with them.

(mock Serbian accent)
Good, you call and confirm with them.

(all chuckling)

Yo, man, look at you.
Corner boy to entrepreneur.

- Yes, sir.
- Not bad.

| wish | could say the same about
what you did with Tariq.

What the fuck was you thinking
taking him to a party?

What are you talking about?

You keep playing stupid,
I'll break your face.

Tariq told me that you took him to a party
and he fucked some girl.

Wait, he fucked some girl?

| dropped him off at his friend's house.

| ain't take him to no party, man.
| don't know what Tariq's talking about.

- SO you're saying he lying?
- I'm not saying anything.

I'm just saying
| never took him to a party.

Look, anything happening with Tariq,

hell, the whole the family,

you run it by me first.

Make sure this shit
goes off without a hitch.

~ Niggas talk about me,
but they know | live it I

Mike:
Mr. St. Patrick, earlier you stated

that Thomas Egan was a close friend,

that he'd do anything to help you
in your time of need.

- Within rea--
- And in turn you'd do anything for him.

Like going to Agent Knox's apartment.

Right?

| didn't go to Agent Knox's apartment.

Mike: But your fingerprints are there.

It's a rookie mistake,
but after all,

you're a businessman,
not a contract killer.

You made a deal.

You had to uphold your end
of your deal with your friend,

you had to kill Agent Knox.

Objection, Your Honor,
badgering the witness.

Your Honor, Mr. Silver knew the risk of
putting his client on the stand

- before he did it.
- Oh, he's got you there, Mr. Silver.

Overruled.

I'm sure there was a part of you

hoping you didn't have to kill him,

but then you saw it,

that look in his eyes when he realized
why you were really there.

- You pulled out your gun--
- Your Honor...

Mike: You hadn't committed a crime yet.

You could walk away
and no one would ever know.

Except Knox would know, wouldn't he?

He'd know what you were.

Tommy Egan's henchman,
a criminal, a killer.

- I'm not a killer.
- He didn't know

what was at stake for you,
who you were protecting,

who paid for you to be there
with the check we found.

When Knox went for your gun,

you had to shoot him.

- Isn't that right, Mr. St. Patrick?
- | didn't shoot anyone.

And when he didn't die right away,

when he held his hand out
to beg you to stop,

you didn't have a choice.

There was no going back.

In cold blood, you shot Agent Knox again.

You saw his lifeless body
laying on the ground,

and you panicked.

So you climbed out the window

and left your fingerprints behind,
isn't that right?

| didn't kill Agent Knox
and, | repeat, | wasn't there.

But your fingerprints are in
his apartment, Mr. St. Patrick.

How can we believe you?

Your Honor, we know what, a murder.

We know who, the defendant.

We know where and when.

And now...

we know why,

because you were paid, Mr. St. Patrick.

Because a good businessman
always holds up his end of the deal.

| didn't kill Greg!

Silver: Your Honor,
this speculative rant by the prosecution

has no bearing on the matter at hand
and should be stricken from the record.

No further questions, Your Honor.

Although, | am curious,

how does the defendant know the victim
well enough to call him "Greg"?

- Silver: Your Honor--
- Withdrawn.

Judge:
Mr. St. Patrick, you can step down.

And if the defense
has no further witnesses,

| will make my ruling

on the check being admitted
into evidence tomorrow morning.

- Good job.
- In the meantime, Mr. St. Patrick

will be returned to the MCC.

(gavel bangs)

Where were you in there?

Isn't it your fucking job
to make sure that that doesn't happen?

You let him call me a fucking murderer
in front of my family?

We knew this was a possibility
with you on the stand.

We took a swing and we missed.

All we can do now
is prepare for the realities of trial.

I'll be bringing on
some more associates from my firm

to help assist with the case.

Yeah, well, let's hope
they're better than you.

We'll need forensic experts
to conduct tests and testify,

private investigators
to find all of the evidence

that the FBI chose to ignore.

All of this costs money.

| don't think | can afford it.

You're gonna have to find a way.

The media attention
is also going to increase.

Right now, the Feds think that
they have a cop-killer on the ropes,

and they are going to increase
the pressure on your family

until all of this is over with.

And we're gonna have to lean on them,

especially as character witnesses
for the penalty phase,

if the jury does, in fact, convict.

You think we can win?

What's your rush, killer?

| just want to get back to my cell.

Get back to your cell, huh?

Must have been a hard day in court,

sitting there with your little niglets,

watching they daddy get told how he ain't
nothing but a murdering piece of shit.

You ain't gotta talk to me like that, man.

And your beautiful wife, wow.

It ain't gonna take long for her to find
another nigga to come dig that pussy out.

Maybe even a nigga with a badge.

Think she might come up to Danbury,
give a nigga a visit?

That'd be something, wouldn't it?

Your wife and kids calling me "Daddy."

(door opens)

(strained)
Teresi, what are you doing?

Sorry, kid.

- Change of plans.
- (choking)

(choking and screaming)

(gasping)

That's it.

(gagging)

There you go.

Take your clothes off.

Take your fucking clothes off now!

We're gonna make this look like a suicide.
They fought.

This kid killed him,
and realized what he did,

and he didn't want to take
the death penalty.

Now, switch clothes with him.

(door opens)

(door closes)

How'd it go in court?

Not well.

| thought you were going to your bosses
with the information you got.

| did.

They chose to ignore it.

If this case goes to trial...

Jamie's gonna get the death penalty.

You did what you could.

It's out of your hands now.

(speaking Spanish)

This is AUSA Angela Valdes.

We need to talk.

Tasha: | have to go back to court today.

It didn't go well.

Tommy, we're staring at
a mountain of shit,

and it includes all of us.

Which is why | need to know
if you're fucking LaKeisha.

What? No.

Bullshit. | ain't stupid.

| Know you two.

She going on and on about this white boy
who's hitting it right.

| Know it was you.

When did it happen?

Tell me the truth, Tommy.

(exhales)

She said | was hitting it right?

When that Milan shit popped off.

He saw LaKeisha as a problem
and solving it meant one thing.

So instead,

| stashed her away.

| didn't plan on hitting it,

it just... happened.

- Mm-hmm.
- A bunch of times.

| guess | should thank you

for saving my girl's life, behind my back.

But goddamn, not for breaking her off.

Now she's all into you.

And it's clear as day,
you ain't feeling her like that.

| thought you were really into Holly.

| Know you broke up,
but | thought you'd at least

try to find her after | told you
she was pregnant.

Holly ain't coming back, Tasha.

Ever.

We didn't break up.

She didn't run away.

She dead.

(breathing shakily)

Dead?

What the hell happened?

Lobos wanted me to kill Ghost,
and | couldn't do it.

So Holly went ahead
and tried to do it herself.

(exhales sharply)

l-| fucked up.

| didn't Know about the baby.

| never would have
put hands on her if | knew.

| thought she killed Ghost.

| thought Ghost was dead.

| understand if you want me to get out.

| want me to get out.

| just...

| can't get away from myself.

| understand why you did what you did.

We're a family...

and we protect each other.

Thank you.

LaKeisha wants something from me

that | can't give her.

| don't think | can give that
to anyone again.

But you still need
to protect the family, Tommy.

You can't let her down.

You can't let me down.

We cannot predict what she'll do

if you walk away and break her heart.

And you know I'm right.

What the fuck do we do if she talks?

| mean, | Know she your girl, so...

you know... | got you.

(softly) | Know.

You sure you don't know
what this is about?

No idea.

- Where's Angela?
- Mr. Silver, court is on the record.

| have received your motion to dismiss.

- Call your first witness.
- Thank you, Your Honor.

The defense would like to call
AUSA Angela Valdes to the stand.

Your Honor, we have to strongly object.

You can't allow AUSA Valdes to testify.

She's a prosecutor on this case.

Your Honor, AUSA Valdes is
going to testify to a repeated pattern

of prosecutorial misconduct
throughout this case,

due to institutional bias
against Mr. St. Patrick.

I'd say, as a prosecutor on the case,

she is uniquely qualified
to provide testimony

as a material witness.

Well, I'd like to hear
what she has to say.

Do you swear to tell the truth
and nothing but the truth so help you God?

| do.

The court already knows
about the prosecution's failure

to present knowledge of the traffic stop

between Agent Knox and Mr. St. Patrick.

Apparently now there's a--
a surveillance video

that's exculpatory for my client?

The surveillance footage
from Truth nightclub

from the night of Greg's murder
until the arrest of Mr. St. Patrick

doesn't show him or anyone else

placing the murder weapon
in the location that it was found.

It is clearly exculpatory.

Clearly, and to whom
did you report this information

about the surveillance video?

Mike Sandoval.

Silver: And how did Mr. Sandoval respond?

That he wasn't going to turn
the tapes over to you

because it shone a bad light
on the prosecution.

| also reported doubts
about Mr. St. Patrick's guilt

to John Mak, who, in turn,

ensured that | was formally kept
out of strategy on the case.

Do you now believe
that my client is innocent

of killing Agent Knox?

Yes, | do.

| was wrong.

| have to do what | can
to make things right.

Even if it means facing
suspension or termination?

Yes.

Silver: No further questions, Your Honor.

Mak: So, Miss Valdes,

you're testifying to
prosecutorial misconduct.

I'm just curious why you're not
including yourself on that list?

| violated no Brady Rules
while working this case.

Oh, I'm not talking about this case.

I'm talking about your personal
relationship with the defendant,

your sexual relationship,

and how it led to him
stealing evidence from your home

and afforded him access
to classified information

about Felipe Lobos,

including the fact
that he was still alive.

Miss Valdes, is all of this true?

Miss Valdes, | asked you a question!

It's true, Your Honor.

Your Honor, AUSA Cooper Saxe
has just brought to my attention

that after speaking to the CSI tech

that coded Mr. St. Patrick's fingerprints,

it appears that Miss Valdes

admitted those into evidence
24 hours later

than he originally stated in his report.

- Your Honor, | can't deny--
- Stop! I've heard enough!

The allegations suggested today

are the most egregious
that | have ever heard.

Your blatant disregard
for the oath you took

as an officer of the court is appalling!

- Thank you, Your Honor.
- | am not finished, Mr. Mak!

You and Mr. Sandoval, you stand there,
pointing your finger at Miss Valdes,

but you failed to acknowledge
that all of these lapses in judgment

happened on your watch!

- ls what she said true?
- Your Honor, it is--

Mr. Silver...

the prosecution's willful misconduct

was improper and conducted in bad faith.

| see no alternative but...

to dismiss the charges
against the defendant.

Mr. Mak, Mr. Sandoval,
| will be recommending

to Main Justice that all of the members

of this prosecution be suspended
pending an investigation.

Mr. St. Patrick.

Your Honor.

You will be processed out of the system
with this court's apologies.

If you are guilty of this,
or any other crime,

| hope a more professional
prosecution team

will bring you to justice in the future.

But for now, sir,

- you can go home.
- (gavel bangs)

- Thank you, Angela.
- Don't thank me, Jamie.

You didn't do this one.

Maybe you didn't do this crime,

but we both know you're not innocent.

£ Ooh, la la lala J

(cell phone vibrates)

£ 1/1 did you wrong J

~ My heart went out to play f

(cell phone vibrates)

~ But in the game | lost you I

~ What a price to pay f

~ Baby, I'm crying f

~ Ooh f

~ Baby, baby f

~ Ooh f

~ Baby, baby... f

Yo, Grim, I'ma need a new clean ride.

(club music playing)

Place is a little dusty,
but the bitches ain't bad.

(muffled club music continues)

The fuck you want, nigga?

There. Take it.

That's the final payment.

From this point forward,
everything stops with Tariq.

What the fuck makes you think
everything stops?

Because Tariq is in over his head.

He ain't like us.
He ain't from where we from.

And the shit you got him
involved with is changing him.

He's lying and-and if | can see it,

you best believe Tommy and Tasha will.

Kanan, you got back in this

because you want what's yours, right?

Well, what's yours can still be had.

How?

Because Milan's dead and I'm in.

With Milan being dead,

your path back to the top is wide open.

And | want to help you, Kanan.

In fact...

| need you.

(cell phone vibrates)

Keep talking, nigga.

(club music playing)

(elevator bell chimes)

Bet you feel like you did
something noble today.

(elevator bell chimes)

All you did was free a killer.

Maybe... but not Greg's killer.

I'll find out whoever murdered Greg

and bring them down no matter what.

(speaking Spanish)

We're not out of the dark completely.

The judge threw out all the charges,
but he did so without prejudice,

which leaves the door open
for future prosecution.

But, frankly, they played their hand

and they came up empty.

James is currently in processing.

Shouldn't take more than
a few hours before he's a free man.

(exhales)

| can't believe it.

Thank you, Terry.

| mean, you-you saved our family.

- (Silver chuckles)
- I'll never forget that.

- Thank you.
- Just doing my job.

The next step will be for them to reverse
the freezing of the assets...

- Okay.
- ...and allow you guys to open back up

for business.

With your family taking
such a hit financially,

| would advise in some way
you getting a floater,

until things return back to normal.

If you need anything, uh...

advice, anything,

give me a call, please.

Okay.

Oh, | meant to ask.

In court yesterday,

what were you gonna tell me
before your husband took the stand?

Nothing. (chuckles)

Good night, Terry.

Good night, Tasha.

(elevator bell chimes)

(sniffles)

Yes.

I'd like to speak to Simon Stern, please.

(door opens)

Yo, Slim, you here yet?

Oh, what's up? What you doing here?

Clean enough?

This ride should get you to Chicago.

Keep my phone, all right?

And make sure it stays on.

What if something happens?
How we supposed to reach you?

You're not.

(engine turns over)

(taps on door)

(distant buzzing, clanking)

I, uh...

| want you to give this to Tommy Egan.

Have him call me.

That's the second time
you asked about Tommy Egan.

Why you want to talk to him so bad, huh?
What is it with you and him?

‘Cause | know you inside
too long to know us.

What, you know his father or something?

You could say something like that.

You give him that fucking phone,
all right?

Or else what really happened
to Marshal Williams

is gonna become public information.

And you're gonna end up
right back in here with the rest of us.

Teresi! Let's go, St. Patrick.

(door shuts)

'Riq.

Where you at?

(cell phone chiming)

You looking for someone?

(cell phone chiming)

Where's Tariq?

He's fine for now.

And you heard about Ghost, right?

He's a free man.

He'll be back at home in a minute
with easy access to his money.

Our plan is right back on track.

- So you got the kid?
- You damn right | got him.

Just like we said from the beginning,

we gonna get the money
from Ghost for holding his son.

And then we gonna kill 'em both.

You good with that, right?

So what you need me to do?

f All | see is dead people f

~ Come through the hood,
niggas starving

f If you ain't tryna pay
what I'm charging ~

f All | see is dead people f

I'm not doing no arguing f

~ No deals, | ain't giving no bargains f

~ My Glock 9 gives you 16 ways to die f

~ Choose one,
give it to you how you want it f

~ My .45 gives you 32 ways to die

~ Choose one, and shoot 'em up f

~ Bang, bang, shit,
we still on it, nigga f

f Every day a star's rising J

~ There ain't no love here,
but your heart's tied in f

~ Soul's slipping, sparks flying,
masterpieces is an art dying f

~ Crime release, we break apart lying f

~ Man down, the park's crying f

~ Tears of joy heal a real McCoy J

~ Bury your worries,
don't wonder who rides for you J

~ Know yourself, relax and study f

~ Blood in your uniform,
no rest, keep moving on f

~ Anybody who do you wrong,
wrong turn, it's on f

~ Somebody chain got took,
somebody life got lost I

~ Somebody water not working,
somebody lights cut off f

~ | watched my partner OD in '03
in front of me

~ Took the plea, went on a spree,
damn near done the whole key f

~ Paranoid, nose dirty,
‘bout to go for them 30 J

~ You keep saying he's hurting,
now all his homies is worried f

~ Second-guessing this gangster,
they don't know what he said S

~ They don't know what he told,
but now you know that he dead J

f All | see is dead people f

~ Come through the hood,
niggas starving

f If you ain't tryna pay
what I'm charging ~

f All | see is dead people f

I'm not doing no arguing f

~ No deals, | ain't giving no bargains f

~ My Glock 9 gives you 16 ways to die f