All language subtitles for Power S04E10_track3_[eng]

Ghost: Previously on "Power"...

Simon needed someone
who speaks the language.

(speaks Spanish)

- Is it true?
- What?

You're mounting a war
against the Jimenez again.

(speaking Spanish)

There's advantages
to being underestimated.

- Amen.
- How we looking with the other thing,

- though?
- Going down as we speak.

(grunting)

Sure he won't wonder where you are?

Tasha: It's his big night,

and he won't even remember
| was invited in the first place.

Funny thing is we never
would have come to this moment

- if it wasn't for each other.
- | guess that's true.

! am humbled to be
the Eastern District of New York's

new Head of Criminal.

| know who you are, Ray Ray.

~ 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

Man: So you ran outside
after you heard the gunshot?

Yes.

Did you see anyone when you came out?

Besides your sister?

No.

Can you think of anybody that
would want to hurt her or your family?

No, everybody liked Raina.

She was a good person.

Have you been threatened by anybody
that seemed dangerous or suspicious,

before or after your father's court case?

Ghost: No, Detective,
he hadn't been threatened.

Okay, look, we've been through
a lot this year as a family.

He's told you everything he knows.

| understand this is difficult,
Mr. St. Patrick,

but it's critical if we're to find
the person who killed your daughter.

Please, can we just go home?

We're almost done. Almost.

We found one set of prints
that deviated from the others--

a man's 10 1/2 boot.

Remember seeing anyone
in boots last night?

Tariq, anything you know will help.

| told you | didn't see anything!

Don't you think | would have
said something if | did?

- Don't you think | wanna catch him?
- Okay, okay.

You can go home.
We'll be in touch.

Ghost:
Okay, let's go home. Come on, son.

Okay.

| can't just leave her here.

The M.E. will release
the body after the autopsy.

We'll call you when she's ready.

In the meantime,
you can take her things home now.

Yo, so there ain't, like, some secret
handshake or some shit, right?

| just don't want to
go in there unprepared.

Hey, you're Tony Teresi's kid.
That's good enough for me.

Good enough for anybody that matters.

Listen, I'm sorry about
being a dick before.

Fuck outta here.
| was being a dick first.

Tommy: Hold up.

‘Sup, K, | didn't know
you was back in town.

Tell the old motherfucker to go inside.

Don't concern him.
This shit is about you and me.

All right, all right.

- Go ahead, Sammy.
- We got a problem here, kid?

No, no, no, we good, we good. Go inside.

Come on, | got this.

Believe me, it's all right.

- (indistinct chatter)
- (music playing)

Fuck you doing, K?

Ghost told me you split
after you killed Jukebox.

- The fuck you doing in town now?
- | had unfinished business.

| come back here to find this shit.

Yo, what the fuck?

Kanan: This your idea of
a welcome home present?

Hell no! | just told you that | didn't
know you was in town till right now.

How I'm gonna send them
out to meet you?

But more importantly,

you saved Tariq's life,

according to both him and Ghost.

We ain't got no beef.

| mean, you see that ink?
That's Tainos.

These motherfuckers are Cristobal's guys.

- Who the fuck is Cristobal?
- He took over for Anibal,

head of the Tainos.

One of my former primeras.

He and Dre, they tight like this.

Dre.

He knew | was coming back.

I'm gonna take care of this shit.

I'm gonna go out of town,
I'm gonna put a crew together,

I'm gonna come back,
I'm gonna fuck Dre up,

and that Cristobal bitch, too.

You let me go back inside,

| might be able to get
some local backup.

(cell phone vibrates)

- Y'all still beefin'?
- Mm.

You might wanna get,
like a marriage counselor or something.

All right, fuck you, motherfucker.

(cell phone vibrates)

‘Rig, wait.

Now look, | know | have told you

not to talk about
our family with anyone.

But if you saw something last night

that you were scared to tell the cops,
you have to tell us.

You have to.

| already told you
everything | know, Mom.

(sighs)

He's lying.

You just can't see it because he lies

exactly the way you do.

He's not lying, Tasha.

He didn't see anything
because it was a professional hit.

The Jimenez Cartel.

Tommy warned me that
they were coming after us,

- and | didn't listen to him.
- Wait a minute.

Why the fuck
would the Jimenez be after us?

Real estate project
| have with Simon Stern.

The land we were building on
was Toros territory.

So for the deal to go through,
| had to deal with the Jimenez.

So you dragged us back into the life.

- No, Tasha--
- This is on you!

- What happened to going clean?
- I'm gonna take care of it.

There is no taking care of it!

You can't fix this!

Our daughter is gone, Ghost!

| know! Fuck!

| carried her.

| carried that girl in my body, Ghost.

She was blood of my blood,

flesh of my flesh!

This isn't just happening to you!

But I'm gonna be the one
to end it, though.

| won't rest until the man
that killed our daughter is dead.

Good.

You just better not get killed.

And don't get fucking caught.

We still got two kids upstairs
that we need to take care of.

(music playing)

fA wall of darkness f

00:08:50,655
SA life I've left f

~ Behind f

~ Reeling back J

~ On this journey f

f~ Just don't ask why f

~ Dive deep J

~ To the unknown f

~ Dive deep J

~ To the unknown f

~ Dive deep J

~ To the unknown f

fAye ls

~ Dive deep J

~ To the unknown f

fAye ls

(cell phone vibrates)

~S See! know f

Tameika and | have hand-picked this team.

We want the dedication
and the professionalism

of Eastern District's Criminal Division
to be unparalleled.

Under my leadership,

we will become a paragon
of criminal interdiction.

The mistakes of the past
will stay in the past.

Now, last night a house in Suffolk County

was raided after the neighbors
made a complaint.

Eighty-six keys of cocaine
were discovered,

along with enough weapons
to equip a small army.

We've been watching this cell for months.
This is my case.

And maybe I'll assign it to you, John.

For now, everyone is briefed.

A dozen bodies were also found
plastered inside the walls.

According to the FBI agents on site,

one particular weapon
stood out from the rest.

The inside mechanism of this gun

has been changed several times.

Somebody loved this gun,

enough to ensure that he or she

could continue to kill with it
and not be traced.

Cooper Saxe, nice of you to join.

Sorry, Boss.

| was distracted by the news
about St. Patrick this morning.

James St. Patrick no longer
matters to this office.

Never should have in the first place.

That case is closed
as far as we're concerned, Saxe.

Oh, it's not about his case.

His daughter was shot and killed
outside her school last night.

But I'm sorry, what were--
what were you saying?

Yes, the next order of business

is to trace the manufacturer of this gun.

(knocks on door)

(chuckles)

| thought we fucked
James St. Patrick over.

Destroy Injustice's Man of the Year.

He's a totally clean businessman.

He is, as far as | know.

The teenage daughters
of legit businessmen

don't get gunned down
in cold blood

outside a Sadie Hawkins dance.

We don't know what happened.

She could have been in
the wrong place at the wrong time.

Yeah, right.
You know, if it were me,

and my daughter was murdered,
I'd want revenge.

And I'm from Connecticut, not Queens.

- I'm from Queens, Saxe.
- Exactly.

Now, Greg-- You remember Greg?

He had a theory that
James St. Patrick was the real Ghost.

Major drug dealer, murderer.

Guys like that, their kids get hurt.

He's gonna make a move, Angela.

And when he does, it's gonna be
the perfect opportunity to take him down.

Take him down for what?

After everything that's happened,

this office is not looking
to prosecute James St. Patrick.

This office, Angela, or you?

This is evidence of criminal involvement.

You ignore it, it's your funeral.

Well, the little girl's really.

- Get out.
- Too soon?

Now!

Sweet office.

(music playing)

~ | played the game f

~/ reconciled

S Well, well, well, well J

< | wear the blame

~ Like a shooting tire f

£1! sing your lullaby

~ Your melodies f

~ Like a symphony f

S We fold us inf

S When we walk the wire f

f / just need a little mercy f

- f Mercy onme f
- (cell phone vibrates)

f / just need a little mercy f

~ Mercy on me J

f / just need a little mercy f

~ Mercy on me J

(elevator bell chimes)

Ghost: Thank you.

Hey, Angie. What are you doing here?

Jamie, I'm so sorry.

Is there anything | can do?

No. Nothing anyone can do.

Do you have any idea
who could have done this?

Was there anyone targeting you?

No.

Look, Angie, | gotta go make
funeral arrangements, all right?

- What's in the bag?
- It's just a suit.

Jamie, | want to help. Please.

Whoever did this, | will put them in jail.

- If you know, please tell me.
- | just told you, | don't know.

If you do know

and you are taking steps to get revenge,

if you get caught,

you will lose everything
you've ever worked for.

You will lose everything.

| already lost everything.

Thanks for coming by.

(sighs)

- Ghost.
- Tommy.

- You know where we're going?
- | know where to start.

Everything we've ever done, man,
every choice we ever made...

it was for those kids, brother.

| know, brother.

Let's go get 'em.

(engine starts, revs)

| want that shit to be sparkling,

so | can fuck your mama on it.

(cell phone vibrates)

Yo.

Yo, you know where | can find Ray Ray?

What's up, little man? What's good?

Yo, | need to find Ray Ray.
He owe me some money.

| ain't seen him in a minute, man.
I've been out in D.C.

Why he owe you money?
You been hitting licks?

Yeah, something like that.

Yo, if you hear from him, let me know.

All right, bet.

~ Clap, clap, round of applause f

~ Clap, clap, round of applause f

~ Clap, clap, round of applause... J

Shit.

Finally.

Cuz, where you been?
| need my phone back.

- Not yet.
- Did | ask?

Give me my phone back.

Look, your boy ain't show last night.

- You might need to text him again.
- Huh.

Really?

What, you catching feelings
for him or something?

No.

Look, he was there, all right?

Shit got fucked up.

| had to clip his sister.

What?

You said that he just owed you money.
What the fuck you shooting his sister for?

Don't matter.

What's important is that | just read
his statement right here,

and he didn't say shit
about me to the cops,

which means he's gonna appeal
to a higher authority.

His father.

He hates his father.

Yeah, 'cause his daddy's
a no-good motherfucker, yo.

And he'll be looking for me in a minute.

So, look, cuz, | gotta leave town.

What the fuck am | supposed
to do if you leave town?

- | know--
- (knocking on door)

Go in the back, and stay the fuck quiet.

Yo, what's good?

Angela: Detective Raymond Jones?

- Who's asking?
- AUSA Angela Valdes.

- Come in.
- Thank you.

I'm looking into Tariq St. Patrick.

| was hoping you might be able to help.

| spoke with his principal, Mrs. Chambers.

She told me you were at the school.

| was wondering why you
had questions for him.

Two students’ houses were robbed,

and Tariq was near
or on the premises both times.

The truth is, the kid's on a bad path.

| went there to scare some sense into him.

You know his sister
was killed last night, right?

Yeah, yeah, | heard about that.

That's very sad.

Fuck is this, man?

Tommy:
You know exactly why we here!

Get down!

(groaning)

- Shit, man.
- Don't move.

| didn't burn
your fucking product, asshole!

That's not why we're here.

Which one of your Jimenez jefes
killed my daughter?

Man, | don't know what you talking about!

Who gave the fucking order!
You tell me, maybe I'll spare your life.

Who gave the order.

(speaking Spanish)

- Motherfucker.
- Ahh! Shit!

| had nothing to do with your daughter.

| didn't even know about her
till right now!

- You're a fucking liar.
- Why the fuck should we believe you?

The Jimenez don't kill kids.

Alicia wouldn't approve of it,

and Diego don't do shit
without her say-so, man.

Get the fuck outta here.

Swear on your motherfucking life
you never made any move

against anyone in my family, swear to me.

Swear to me.

| said swear to me, motherfucker!

| killed Julio.

Dre set me up to do it.

Dre?

What the fuck?
Dre set you up to do what?

Why? You better fucking--

Ghost, what the fuck?
He was talking Dre.

| don't give a fuck about Dre.
| don't give a fuck about any of that.

If the Jimenez didn't kill Raina--

- He coulda been lying!
- The truth was the only way

to save his life.
He gave that up, didn't he?

Fucking no, man,
the Jimenez didn't do this.

So we're back to square fucking one.

| gotta go plan my daughter's funeral.

We're gonna find out
who killed Raina, Ghost.

| promise you that.

(elevator bell chimes)

Everything happens for a reason.

- Sometimes we just can't see--
- Sorry to interrupt.

Oh, um, exc-- excuse me.

Let's go in here.

| cannot believe this is happening.

| know, | know. It's unimaginable.

| don't understand
how you're even walking upright.

Tasha, I'm going to help you
get justice for Raina, okay?

| have investigators. | have contacts.

| will not rest until her killer is found.

Do you...

do you have any idea what happened?

No.

| don't.

You can trust me, Tasha.
You know that.

Whatever it is, | can help.

Look, Terry, please,
| can't talk about it, so--

Yes, you can. Yes, you can.

Look... | love you.

Tasha... I'm sorry.

| know-- | know this isn't the right time.

It's certainly not the right place,
but it is the truth,

and | can't watch this
happen to you without--

without being a part of making it right.

Wait.

Wh-- where's James?

He's out...

making arrangements.

Tasha, listen to me.

Your family is under intense
scrutiny right now, okay?

So if something criminal
is happening that you can stop,

then you need to stop it right now.

- Let me go.
- Tasha--

You don't understand.
You're not a parent.

Then help me to understand.

Thanks for stopping by, Terry.
| thi-- | think you should leave now.

- Tasha--
- Bye, Terry.

(engine starts)

And | want my fucking money for
babysitting that little punk bitch, Tariq.

You ain't given me or Juke
our money in a minute.

What's up, man?

Look, | don't got time
to play games with you.

All right, | don't owe you shit.

You ain't gonna shoot me
in broad daylight,

so get the fuck out my face.

You think you're so slick, young'n.

See, you forgot I'm an undercover cop,
motherfucker.

Yeah, this whole time
I've been wearing a wire.

| got tapes on tapes of you and Kanan

running your fucking mouth
about drugs, kidnappings,

pulling licks, all that shit.

You want me to keep my mouth shut,
you pay me, motherfucker.

| don't got shit on me.

But | got a spot | can meet you at
with the money | owe you, man.

No, fuck that. | say where.

- Okay.
- I'll text you an address.

You be there at 6:00.

Don't fuck up, nigga.

(indistinct chatter)

I'm sorry for your loss, son.

She's in a better place, right?

Yeah, | guess.

(indistinct chatter)

Oh, baby, come here.

How are you holding up?

| don't know what | would do
if | lost a sibling, but a twin?

| just can't imagine
what you're going through.

Where's Raina?

When's she coming back home?

| don't know, Yas.

So how much we gonna pull down?

There's no way to know,
but this nigga Dre

is strutting like he's rich
as a motherfucker.

Ghost put him in position
to get that money.

He got that money,
and we gonna take that.

That's a fact.

And his position
in the drug organization.

We gonna be making money
hand over fist.

This is our op right here.
Andre Coleman.

- You ever Google this nigga?
- Google, what the fuck for?

- For this.
- You see him?

That right there, that's Ghost.

He outta the game now,
but back in the day

he was a murdering son of a bitch,
and that right there, that's Dre.

That's our ops right there.

- Mm.
- If he's smart,

he moved his bitch and his little girl,
‘cause | know where that spot is at.

You think this guy, James St. Patrick,
still work with Dre?

Wouldn't make sense now,

but nigga Ghost do be doing
some strange shit. Why?

Says here his kid got shot. Killed.

- Tariq?
- A daughter.

Raina.

Oh, and she was a smart girl, Father.

You don't even know.

Beautiful.

| was there her whole life.

You know, a godfather is supposed
to be there to protect you.

A lot of fucking good | was for her.

Callahan:
Tommy, you can't blame yourself.

It's God's will.

Fuck God's will.

If | wasn't high on the fucking shit,

this never would have happened.

Well, | can't absolve you
from snorting your own product.

When | catch one of my kids
with a frosty nose,

| have him clean out the toilets
after the homeless come through.

(chuckles)

| am sorry about the girl.

Yeah.

I'm glad you came to see me.

How's shit going with Dre?

Uh, we got a meeting tonight
with the new connect.

That fast? This motherfucker.

- Tommy.
- Sorry.

This guy who fucks mothers.

Dre.

He's been setting me up all along.

You know, he even set up Julio
to get killed by the Toros.

Is that true?

Oh, yeah.

Jesus Christ.

He's been fucking me left and right
this whole fucking time.

If | catch him alone,

I'm gonna break that
sixth commandment again.

Tommy, | can't give you
absolution in advance.

- (cell phone vibrates)
- Why not?

Doesn't work that way.
| don't really know why.

I've never really been able
to get an explanation on it.

Father, | gotta take this.

(vibrating continues)

Yo, K, what's up?

Yeah?

Yeah, well, you want to roll on Dre,
I'm down for whatever.

Oh, we're gonna do that with a quickness
as soon as | get back up there,

but that ain't why I'm calling.

| think | Know who killed
Ghost's little girl.

Fuck you talking about?

When | was up there
getting to know Tariq,

we was hitting licks
with this cat named Ray Ray.

Raymond Jones. He a dirty cop.
One of Jukebox's friends.

- Why would he shoot Raina?
- | don't know.

But Tariq called me,
asking how can he find him.

Now the little nigga
ain't answering his phone.

Either he went looking for Ray Ray,

or Ray Ray came looking for him.

| need to find Ray Ray.

Where he stay at?

(cell phone vibrates)

We don't allow
those devices in here, son.

Apologies. And "James" is fine.

I'm very sorry about your loss, James.

We're all devastated by
what your family is going through.

We're here to help you.

I'm here to accept
whatever help you can offer.

| thought we'd perform the service here.

Councilman Tate told me
you don't have a church home.

That's true.

We'd like to become your spiritual refuge.

Your sanctuary.

A place you can feel safe
to bow your head.

For a small honorarium, your daughter
can have the homegoing she deserves.

A police escort for the casket.

A congregation in song,

a crowd on the steps of our great,
historic fagade.

Um, again, Reverend,
I'm humbled by your offer,

but | think that'll draw
a lot of publicity, no?

| think that's the last thing
my family and | need at this time.

| mean, we've been in the news enough.

We can help shape that publicity, son.

It's coming whether you like it or not.

Consider it.

I'm sure you'll see that God
is bringing us together for a reason.

- | think the word is charlatan?
- He's an opportunist, certainly,

but he believes in what he's saying.

Yeah, just like | believed in
what you were saying, Rashad,

when you said you wanted
to give back to the community.

Now you get us kicking back to
some two-bit hood from Queens.

You got me up in here
turning my daughter's funeral

into a press conference.

James, Raina is gone.

- As hard as it is to face--
- No, no, no, no.

You have no idea how hard this is to face.

| don't, but it's reality.

And this is an opportunity
in a wake of tragedy.

You want to help your community,
be the symbol we need you to be,

you gotta use that agony
to make change, brother.

Look, Rashad, with all due respect,
| know we're in a church,

but | don't give a fuck about that today.

You will tomorrow
and all the tomorrows after that.

The daughters of innocent men
sleep safely in their beds, James.

Now, | don't know what happened
to Raina or why.

But if it had something to do
with your past, it needs to stay there.

- What you trying to say?
- I'm not trying to say anything.

Look, here's what's gonna happen.

You're gonna let Macedon
do Raina's service.

I'm gonna stand up there with you
as your brother.

And you're gonna let the police
handle everything else.

You understand?

- Are we clear?
- Real clear.

Unfortunately, we do have to tell Chanté

that she's no longer on the group song.

- Hey, good to see you.
- Hey, hey.

- How are you?
- Yeah.

- (Screams)
- Where the fuck is Ray Ray?!

You fucking hear me, you insect?

- Talk!
- | don't know! | don't know!

| don't know.

Look, he left town.

Please don't shoot me.
Please don't shoot me.

Please, please.

Motherfucker!

- Did he say where?!
- No.

Is ‘Rig okay?

You know Tariq?

Yeah, | heard about his sister.

| just wanted to make sure he was okay.

| didn't want him to think that
| had anything to do with it.

‘Cause | didn't.
You have to let him know.

Why would he think that?

Because Ray Ray took my phone last night,

and he used it to--

To what? Used it to what?

(stammers) | don't-- | don't--
Never mind, never mind.

Hey, what's your name?

Destiny.

Destiny.

Have a seat, Destiny. Come on.

Please.

You know, Tariq mentioned you.

He was really upset last night,
that you lied to him.

He thought that you set him up to die.

No, | didn't lie to him. | didn't know.

| didn't know what Ray was gonna do.

It's okay, Destiny,
‘cause you can make this right now.

You understand?

You are gonna make this right.

| just need your help.

You asking me to snitch on my cousin.

| ain't asking you to do nothing.

Any innocent little girl just like you
died yesterday.

| don't wanna hurt you.

But you need to tell me
where Ray Ray is at.

He's going to D.C.

That's good. That's real good.

What else?

He's making a stop in the city

at his spot in the Heights.

You got an address?

(cell phone vibrates)

Tommy?

Yo, T, we found out who killed Raina.

What? What are you talking about?

- | thought it was the Jimenez.
- No, it was some dirty fucking cop.

I'm about to meet up with Ghost
to get our hands on him.

Don't let no cops
into the apartment, all right?

What-- | don't get it.
Why would a cop want to hurt Raina?

It wasn't Raina they was after.
It was Tariq.

And the guy's still out there
looking for him.

Okay, I'm coming to meet you.

- LaKeisha can watch after the kids.
- No, we got this.

You stay there. Hold down Tariq.
Find out what else he knows.

And, Tasha, figure out some alibis.

We're gonna need ‘em.

Fucking gut him, Tommy.

Oh, 'Keisha, have you seen Tariq?

No. Why, what's wrong?

- (mutters indistinctly)
- What's wrong?

Baby... where's your brother?

- He left.
- He left? Where?

Tasha: Tariq?

Have you guys seen Tariq?

Nah, he said he was going somewhere.

Well, did he say where?

No, he just took his bag and left.
| think he went in the office.

(cell phone vibrates)

Andre: Karen and | both want this
to be the best club in New York City,

so let's get, uh, let's get that handled.

- Uh-huh.
- All right, thank you.

Hey, man.

Sorry, | heard about your sister, man.

I'm glad you hit me up. How you doing?

‘Rig, what the fuck is this, man?

- | need to find Ray Ray.
- So what you want with me?

Well, you introduced me to Kanan,

and you knew where | was
when Ray Ray sent that text.

So I'm guessing you know everything.

So where the fuck is Ray Ray?

Rig, you on that lean again?

Mm-hmm.

And | might be high enough to shoot you
right here in broad daylight.

Hey. 'Riq,
you'd be shooting me for nothing.

Look, | swear I'd help you if | could,
but | don't know where he is, 'Riq.

That's bullshit. You're lying to me.

Everybody's always fucking lying to me.

Ray Ray was looking for me
when he shot my sister, man.

All right, little bro, look,

| feel you, but Ray Ray
is a bad motherfucker.

Let me handle this.

- Put the gun down--
- No, I'm taking care of it.

Listen, Dre, | covered for you before.

But if you don't tell me where Ray Ray is,

| will snitch on you to my pops
and my Uncle Tommy.

I'll tell ‘em that you Knew everything.

I'll tell them that you knew
that Kanan was alive this whole time,

and that you knew who killed my sister
and you still ain't say shit.

| did that for you, man.

| kept shit quiet for you, man.

Yeah, I'll tell them everything
| know about you at any time.

So either you speak or | will.

So where the fuck is Ray Ray?

- Hey, hey--
- Where is he?

Fine.

Nigga's gonna be in
Washington Heights at 6:00 p.m.

735 Fort Washington Ave.

Apartment 5C.

All right.

(knocking at door)

- Tasha.
- | need your help.

| asked Jamie-- James--
if he wanted me to help.

- He said no.
- Tariq is missing.

Can you please
track his cell phone, please?

Oh, my God, yes. Yes, | can do that.

- Can you get me Agent Donovan?
- No police.

Ghost-- James said
you cloned his phone once.

Actually, never mind.
I'll call him later.

Carl, | need you to find
a cell phone for me.

Yes, I'll pay cash.

| don't care. Okay.

What's Tariq's cell number?

It's a 347 local.
I'll text it to you right now.

He's fast.

Okay. Thank you.

Did Tariq run away because he shot Raina?

Is that why Jamie told me
that he didn't need my help?

What? What the--

Tariq did not kill Raina.

Are you out of your goddamn mind?

He would never hurt his sister.

Tasha, then why are you here?

Why couldn't | involve the police?

You don't trust me.

But you knew | would help.

Tell me what's happening.

| just...

| just need to find Tariq.

Listen to me, Tasha.

| went to Tariq's school.

A police officer named Raymond Jones
had been there looking for Tariq.

| went to see him.

He's the one that suggested
that Tariq killed Raina.

| just looked in Raina's file,

and the same Detective Jones

has been looking at
Tariq's witness statements.

Did Raymond Jones kills Raina?

l-- | don't know.

Tasha, where is James right now?

(cell phone vibrates)

Okay, Tariq is in Washington Heights.

| can't get you an address
because it's all done with cell towers,

but this is what's close.

Okay.

If James gets caught
killing Detective Jones,

he will get the death penalty
this time, Tasha.

| promise you.

Thank you, Angela.

(music playing)

~< Yeah Sf

~ Running in these streets,
you don't wanna trip f

I It's getting hard to breathe,
take another breath J

~ Murder on your screen,
death is not a myth J

~ The world is at my knees,
not my fingertips I

~ When it start jumping
on these blocks f

f It'll have you pumping
like Reeboks... f

Woman: Um, who is it?

~ You looking at a savage,
run for cover f

~ You looking at a savage,
run for cover f

Tariq!

~ Run for cover f

~ Run for cover f

~ Run for cover f

~ You looking at a savage,
run for cover f

Fuck!

~ Stuck up in a prison
where there's no bars f

~ Chills around your body,
it's a cold war... f

Tariq!

£~ Click clack of a bomb over Baghdad J

f Ain't nobody living by an honor code f

~ See them folks only
want to bring a dollar home J

~ Rally round your fam
with a hundred drummers J

~ You looking at a savage,
run for cover f

~ Run for cover f

~ Run for cover f

~ Run for cover f

~ Run for cover f

~ You looking at a savage,
run for cover f

~ Run for cover f

~ Run for cover f

~ Run for cover f

~ Run for cover f

~ You looking at a savage,
run for cover f

Don't fucking turn around.

You killed my sister.

Who the fuck told you | was here? Dre?

| ain't dumb.

| know you're a Cop,
and | got the drop on you.

Goddamn right I'm a cop,
and you came up in here with no backup.

- Hmm?
- | ain't alone.

(chuckles) That's bullshit.

Ain't no way your pops or your Uncle Tommy
gonna let you come up here first.

If they were here, I'd already be dead.

You deserve to die for what you did.

Then pull the trigger, motherfucker.

Be a man.

Go ahead, do it.

Do it.

Yeah, that's what | fucking thought.
You a little bitch.

Just like | thought you were
when | first met you.

Your sister, she the real G.

At least she stepped up.

(gunshot)

(panting)

(gunshot)

Son, are you okay?

You okay? You okay?

Tariq? Are you okay?

He killed Raina, Uncle T. | had to fix it.

- He's okay.
- | had to, | had to.

Hey, it's all right.

Oh, my gosh.

- Are you all right?
- He's fine.

- Oh, my God.
- Thank God, he's fine.

Baby, give me my gun. Come on.

Give me my gun.

- Tommy.
- Yeah.

(approaching sirens)

Oh, shit.

We gotta get out of here. Come on.

Take off your backpack.
Turn your jacket inside out.

Come on, let's go!

| saw this motherfucker
talking to Dre today.

Do you know this piece of shit?

No.

Son, how'd you know where to find him?

Dre told me.

Come on, let's go.

(sirens approaching)

The witness picked out
a photograph of Tommy Egan

as the man who kidnapped her.

We already have a tracker on his car.

- We could just turn it on.
- Maybe.

Even better, she said she could voice ID

James St. Patrick as the man who told her

to say good-bye to her boyfriend.

- Now, she never saw the boyfriend again.
- | told you we were staying away

from St. Patrick.

| guess our alert to be called if his name
came up is still in the NYPD system.

She heard St. Patrick on TV of all things
and she felt she should come in.

I'm not convinced
there's enough to pursue here.

- Did you talk to Angela?
- (scoffs) She's been gone for hours.

Just listen to what
the woman has to say, huh?

Where is she?

Maria Suarez, this is
U.S. Attorney Tameika Robinson.

Would you please tell her your story?

Exactly what you told me.

This winter is fucking endless.

You made me meet you out here
to talk about the weather?

Look, man, the meeting's not till later.
What do you want to talk about?

| want out.

| don't like the way you work.

Hold on.

Where is this coming from, Padre?
Me and you never had problems before.

That was before | found out
you set up Julio to die.

| don't want any part of that.

You do that, you'll do anything.

| gotta keep my kids safe.

And, um...

who told you | did anything to Julio?

Tommy.

Okay.

And you believe him?

| mean, you know he's a...

he's a fucking crackhead, right?

He wouldn't lie to me.

Look, Dre...

you let me walk away without a fight...

I'll never tell those guys about Julio.

You ain't saying shit to anyone ever.

| just told you, | won't be a problem.

No, no, you just told me
that you belong to Tommy.

And that shit
ain't gonna fly with me, man.

- Dre--
- (breathing heavily)

(coughs)

(groans)

Rest in peace, motherfucker.

(music playing)

(vocalizing)

£ I'm slow in the quicksand f

~ Drowning in the sun f

- Where we going?
- Trust me.

~/'ma sleeping hero f

f And a bullet's in the gun J

~ Dream in the fast lane... f

I'm not sorry.

I'm not sorry either.

Take off your shirt.

~ Sometimes | pray J

~ The prayer to me f

~ Was more than just a silent preacher f

f And my faith was heaven made... J

| had to fix it, Mom.

Listen to me, Tariq.

Listen.

When we go upstairs,

you're gonna get off that elevator

and go straight to my bathroom.

Don't talk to anyone.

~ Sometimes | pray,
the prayer to me f

~ Was more than just a silent preacher f

f And my faith was heaven made f

~ Standing for what | believe in... I

Tasha: And then you're gonna
take off the rest of your clothes,

put 'em in a trash bag.

Don't touch anything.

You hear me?

And you're gonna wash your hands better
than you've ever washed ‘em before.

Go under Daddy's sink
and make sure you scrub your nails

with a toothbrush
and hydrogen peroxide.

Then you're gonna get in the shower

and don't come out
until you scrub your hair

and wash every inch of your body, twice.

~ Silent preacher f

Don't stop until you wash
every bit of this day down the drain.

~ Silent preacher f

S Louder f

Ghost: Tommy...

One more stop.

(cell phone vibrates)

- Yo.
- | just said we gotta go.

It's for you.

Hello.

Yo, how long y'all think
before we get this product, man?

- | don't know.
- Shit better be fast.

| just bounced a check on
Grandma's gall bladder surgery.

Man, you spent all your money
on Afro Sheen.

Oh! And you spent all yours on toothpaste.

The fuck outta here.

Motherfuckers can see your teeth
from outer space and shit.

Yo, man, you guys seen Father Callahan?

- No.
- No.

Sorry for the delay, everyone.

I'd like to meet our connect,
Alicia and Diego Jimenez.

We're very happy to begin
this new partnership.

Normally we do not meet our primeras,

but we have an issue we'd like to address.

The death of Uriel,
the head of the Toros Locos.

- Ohh.
- That wasn't us.

- Hell no.
- The power vacuum at the top of the Toros

is already causing trouble.

Uriel had a very firm hand.

Our agreement was based
on access to this hotel

and others like it, yes, but first,

on a smooth transfer, no war.

Alicia, look, you have my word,

no one in this room
made the call to kill Uriel.

Poncho:
Yo, yo, yo, Callahan is not here.

He might have done it.
That's right, he didn't show.

Callahan dropped out
for different reasons.

Look, we're ready to proceed.

| could vouch for each one of these men.

No one will make a move without my say-so.

So we are agreed.

- Diego?
- We're agreed.

(camera shutter snapping,
indistinct radio chatter)

No word from Jones at all?

I'm sorry, Miss Valdes.

| spoke to Detective Jones personally.

When he didn't report,
| sent one of my unis to look for him.

Apparently the shots-fired call
came from this location

not long after you and | spoke.

We found his car parked outside.

What is this place?

A flop we put together
as part of his cover.

The techs haven't run the DNA yet,

but that blood type matches Jones’.

Angela: There was rug here.

The doer must have used it
to get rid of a body.

Detective Jones was very careful.

We have no idea who could
have tracked him here.

You see that?

There's a bullet in there.

If you run the ballistics,
| bet you'll get a match.

Hey. I'm so glad that you called.

(sighs)

Mm.

Are you okay?

| need to tell you what happened today.

All right.

But | need to know

that you will never tell anyone.

(chuckles) Tasha...

you can trust me.

Um... if someone...

lost a member of their family,

the person closest to them in the world,

and-and they knew who killed her,

and they went to confront that person,

just to talk,

but in the heat of the moment their gun--

If they killed the person who killed her--

- Tasha--
- If they did,

what would you tell them, Terry?

Tell James to get a lawyer.

It's not James.

It's me.

Wait.

What?

| need a lawyer, Terry.

| need a lawyer.

| can either be your lover...

or your lawyer, Tasha, but--

but not both.

Will you take my case?

- (Speaking Spanish)
- Okay.

Tommy: Fuck!

He's with the fucking Jimenez, man.

We can't just roll up
and shoot the motherfucker.

It's gonna take more planning,
more soldiers.

| got some guys with me.

Yeah, but that ain't gonna be enough, K.

| may have some people.

Anybody feel like Italian?

(music playing)

~ How did | get stuck
in this valiant position? J

J Either | survive for an instant f

f Or cradle the earth S

~ My godforsaken weakened pulse J

£1 knew | had to amend this f

~ Though, | never was a force
to be reckoned J

f Ora sight to behold f

~ With burns on the backs of my palms f

f Will | regret my cause f

f Or revel in my thoughts? f

£ Oh, I'm caught in the winds J

~ Of remorse S

~ 'Cause everybody knows J

~ What good is a sword
next to a shotgun? f

~ Oh, no Sf

(vocalizing)

~ What good is a sword
next to a shotgun? f

S Oh, | know that I'd rather be bold f

~ Next to a shotgun f