All language subtitles for Power.2014.S04E02

Ghost". Previously on "Power"...

James St. Patrick,

you are under
arrest for the murder

of Special Agent Gregory Knox.

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

Ghost put me in
charge of this shit.

And Tommy left me
in charge of everything.

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

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

Just stay away from the kid.

John Mak: Tony Teresi...
one count manslaughter,

one count second-degree murder.

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

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

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

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

Cop killer.

We got a resister!

"Taflq". So he's
not coming home?

No.

Not right now.

I'm sorry.

That means he did it.

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

come out of your
mouth ever again.

Your father would
never kill anyone.

And you know better.

The police arrest innocent
black men all the time.

Yeah, 'Riq, don't be dumb.

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

Stop it, please.

Now, look, I know
this is gonna be hard,

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

like everything is normal.

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

I mean, someone could
try to twist your words

and use them to hurt
your dad and our family.

If anyone asks, we
don't call him "Ghost."

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

How did he get the
name "Ghost" anyways?

Yeah, Mom? How did he?

It doesn't mean anything.

It's the hood.

Everybody has
nicknames in the hood.

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

Nothing is gonna happen
to your father, okay?

Your dad is gonna be fine.

We are all gonna be fine.

I promise. Okay?

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

Fuck you talkin' about?

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

And I met Angela.
The bitch wants blood.

The fuck is going on
with Ghost, anyway?

Thought he was
supposed to be out by now.

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

I want out.

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

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

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

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

If something pops off
with Tasha's accounts,

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

You don't get it.

I got a kid to think about.

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

Hey...

no matter what
happens, I got your back.

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

- Did you fight back?
- No.

It was two against one
and I was handcuffed.

Good.

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

No matter how much
people mess with you,

you're gonna have
to suppress Ghost.

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

I got everything in
here on lock, all right?

What are you
doing to get me out?

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

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

I don't know what
other evidence they got.

Evidence is bullshit.

Angela is fucking furious
because I dumped her, period.

She's framing me, man.

You need to tell them
about our relationship.

Are you out of
your fucking mind?

Introducing a love triangle
between James St. Patrick,

Angela Valdes and
Greg Knox is a slam dunk.

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

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

James St. Patrick killed
Greg in a jealous rage

and the jury will understand.

Who gives a fuck if
Valdes gets disbarred?

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

Love triangle would have
been a great narrative,

except, all of you assholes knew

knew Valdes was
sleeping with both of them.

If that became public knowledge,

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

royally fucking your
credibility and the department's.

Saxe: But this is the
narrative we can prove.

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

in one piece of testimony.

We get ahead of
the story, right, Mike?

Sorry I'm late.

Got off on the wrong floor.

Angela, have a seat.

Introducing your relationship
will be handing the jury a motive,

wrapped in a bow.

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

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

The jury would
ignore the evidence,

focus on the sex.

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

You're under oath, Angela.

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

I have to consider everything.

You had a sexual relationship
with James St. Patrick,

yes or no?

Yes.

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

At her apartment,
at my nightclub,

at the St. James Hotel.

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

Yes, I knew.

So you had to hide it?

If we check the
credit card records,

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

Having an affair
on taxpayer dollars?

Reminding you,
you're under oath.

Maybe once or twice.

We met whenever we could.

You knew her since high school.

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

He was my first love.

So you dumped
Knox for St. Patrick?

After all, he was
your first love.

And after she
broke up with Knox,

he became obsessed
with both of you,

- starting following you?
- Yes.

He followed me and Angela.
He never found anything.

I filed a formal complaint,
and Greg was suspended.

And then you moved
in with St. Patrick,

even though he had stolen
government property from your apartment

to help Tommy
Egan out of prison.

That didn't seem like
a conflict of interest?

You gave up your family,

your apartment,
everything to be with her.

You finally had your
childhood dream.

It was unrealistic, at best.

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

How did you think the
defendant would react?

You snapped.

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

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

The woman you
sacrificed everything for,

the woman you loved
since you were a teenager,

she got back with
this FBI agent, Knox.

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

No, I would never kill
anyone in law enforcement.

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

right, Mr. St. Patrick?

Why the distinction?

Have you killed anyone before?

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

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

Once you're
convicted of perjury,

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

So if you say "no"
to that question,

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

You can't put me on the stand.

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

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

you would have to admit
that you knew Angela Valdes

had romantic relationships
with Knox and St. Patrick.

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

the man your office is
trying to prove is Ghost.

And that's the story.

Not Angela and St. Patrick.

The story is St.
Patrick and Egan.

The story is St.
Patrick and Ghost.

Okay, so what do we do?

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

In the meantime,

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

Be James St. Patrick.

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

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

It's all about perception.

Maybe your connect might
be interested in hearing

what I could do
for his organization.

A'ight, so listen up.

When somebody orders
two bottles of Citrine 2005,

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

What's in it?

You don't need to know.

And neither does
Dominique, a'ight?

Two bottles go on the receipt,

but only one bottle gets
pulled from inventory.

What happens
to the extra bottle?

It just magically disappears
and our receipts match up.

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

A'ight, get back to work.

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

Will you accept the charges?

Yes.

"Ghost". Andre, how
are things at the clubs?

Good, James. How are you?

Unfortunately, I'm
gonna have to be here

a little bit longer
than I anticipated.

I heard. What do you need?

While my lawyer works on
getting this mess sorted out,

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

- All right?
- Oh, I already am.

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

I've got DJs booked
out a month ahead

and I've been talking
to Karen every day.

Every day?

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

but I talked them off the ledge.

I got everything on lock.

I'll see you soon.

Hey. Boss!

Quesalupa's back.

Thanks for the tip, B.G.,

but I could give zero
fucks about the Quesalupa.

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

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

He told me Cristobal met
with the Toros Locos distro,

asked to meet
with their connect.

I've barely been
the connect a minute

and this motherfucker's
already disrespecting me?

Go have a little chat with him.

Ooh. Mm-mm.

You're too big of a target.

I'll handle it.

All right, but when
you roll out there,

don't step on your fucking meat.

You do me and our
organization right.

No doubt.

What's up with Ghost?

He's still locked up.

And don't discuss
that with nobody.

Yeah.

I just wish we could
help him somehow.

Yeah, maybe you
could get a conjugal visit.

Really?

I owe him, Tommy, that's it.

I know, you two got
a real touching story.

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

I heard you run them clubs.

You a rich boy.

Bet you think you're
better than everyone.

Thing is... I'm still hungry.

And that biscuit...

is looking mighty succulent.

You lookin' real pretty
with them baby seal eyes.

- Hey.

'

Biscuit... get the
fuck out of here.

Woman: Whoo-hoo!

My client, James St. Patrick,

is an upstanding
business and family man,

wrongfully accused by an
organization that is clearly corrupt.

The victim, FBI
Agent, Greg Knox,

was investigated and proven
to be a government leak

in a conspiracy to commit murder

against cartel
leader Felipe Lobos.

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

because he's African-American?

You know me, Marvin.

I don't play the race card,

but in this case, yes.

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

who have fallen victim
to a biased justice system.

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

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

Have you seen this shit?

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

in protecting James
St. Patrick's civil rights.

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

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

No one in here is even white.

I am.

And I'd just like to say

not every white
person is racist.

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

No offense, it's
just ridiculous.

He's poisoning our
potential juror pool.

We have a black friend.

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

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

We should ask for a gag order.

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

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

St. Patrick cannot walk.

I'm not losing to that
cocksucker Proctor again.

Remember, act normal,

and be on your best behavior.

All right?

We're gonna visit your father.

He wants to see you,

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

What if I don't want to see him?

It's not up for
discussion, 'Riq.

Your father loves
and misses you.

Now listen to me.

We are a family,

and families stick together,
through good times and bad.

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

and we have to talk into phones.

But remember,
we're being recorded.

Do not call him "Ghost."

We know, Mom.

All right.

Go ahead, Raina.

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

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

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

When your father
was young, like you,

he had some
pretty rough friends.

One of them was named Kanan.

You ever heard of him?

Stay here.

What are you doing?

Leave my kids alone.

I said back the fuck up!

- Wha...

What the fuck?!

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

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

|Riq_-

HEY - That gun you
brought to school,

is it the same one your dad used

to kill that FBI agent?

- Uh...
- Maybe.

Are you stupid or something?

Mom told us not to say anything.

She's a liar, just like Dad.

- Sup with you, 'Riq?

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

- Thank you.

- What's poppin'?
- Nothin', man.

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

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

Does that mean he's guilty?

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

He did that shit.
He guilty as fuck.

I knew it.

But you should still go see him.

Why? He doesn't care about us.

'Cause I got plans for us.

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

You're a smart little nigga.

- Play the game, son.

There she is.

HEY - It's my bride.

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

Yeah, yeah, right, babe, yeah.

Tony“.

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

I am just too damn sick.

I just can't make it.

The oncologist said
that he could get me

on that experimental treatment,

but he's gotta see
the cash up front.

All right, listen.

The money didn't
come through this time.

I'm sorry.

I mean, it's fuckin' killing me.

It's okay. It's okay.

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

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

Will you stop
saying shit like that?

It just fuckin' pisses me off!

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

Connie, you listen to me.

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

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

Hey, you work for us, Cristobal.

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

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

for a meet with their connect.

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

Well, with all the shit
going on with Ghost,

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

Hey, you know
what? Fuck you guys.

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

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

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

with fucking targets
on our backs.

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

- Domingo!

No. Wait.

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

We ain't willing
to let that shit go.

Now, to show you what a
valued primer-a you are to us,

I'm gonna throw in
a couple extra bricks.

We good?

Yeah.

Yeah, we cool.

Come on. Let's go.

We're here on the
prosecution's request

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

Are you kidding me, John?

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

His introduction of
race into the case

is designed to turn prospective
jurors against the prosecution.

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

This is a First
Amendment issue here,

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

Our point exactly.

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

Enough.

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

So I'd say get in the game,

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

in this ongoing pissing match

between you and Mr. Proctor.

I'm denying your motion.

And I'm late for lunch.

I'll see you later, John.

This is a nice try.

- Okay, our evidence has to be airtight

if the jury's gonna
be biased against us.

The DNA is great.

We should check out
the fingerprints again.

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

What else can we do?

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

- Ain't no thing.

FBI. We have a warrant.

Need to speak with the manager.

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

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

We'll wait.

- Yes, sir.

Open the safe, please.

- Check the file.
- Yes, sir.

I'll take the bookcase.

Got something.

I'm innocent.

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

This is so messed up.

When are you coming home?

Soon, baby girl.

Unfortunately, these
things just take time.

Hand the phone to
your brother, please.

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

That means taking
care of your two sisters

and being respectful
to your mother.

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

Thank you for coming to see me.

You have no idea how
much it means to me.

I want you to know
how much I love you

and that of everything
I've accomplished in life,

the thing that I'm most proud of

is being your father.

We love you, too, Dad.

Okay.

I'll see you soon.

- Say "ByG, Daddy."
- Bye.

I thought you had
everything under control.

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

His lawyer is a
fucking mastermind.

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

I hope you're right.

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

Yo, Marcus.

What happened to your eye?

Julio got Cristobal
back on board,

but his homie Domingo
was running his mouth.

He-he got one off.

And Julio didn't stop that shit?

Talk!

Marcus tried to step in,

but Domingo stepped
to his slow ass first.

I mean, shit was
about to pop off,

but Cristobal took care of it.

Told his nigga to step off.

Cristobal, not Julio?

- Did something jump off with Ghost?
- No.

I'm just checkin' in on you.

Can I come in?

- Come in.
- Thank you.

You hungry?

I've got some leftovers.

No, I'm good.

So what's up?

It's just...

I still need your
help at the shop.

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

you got my back, right?

Just like I got yours.

You sure it's safe?

Trust me. Okay?

It's all good.

Where's Cash at? He home?

No. Cash is at
his cousin's house.

We're here, alone.

Wait.

Wait.

Big Red ain't around anymore?

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

Especially since
you kept her around

after she stole
Tasha's earrings.

Nah. She gone.

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

Shit. Shit.

I spoke to Connie.

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

Fuck.

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

not her.

I'm sorry, Tony.

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

James St. Patrick.

He's in for murdering
an FBI agent.

My kinda guy.

I figured he was
somebody fuckin' important.

That chink prosecutor
dropped my case for his.

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

Looks like he's a
high level drug dealer.

He was arrested during a
meeting with Felipe Lobos,

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

Egan?

Where'd St. Patrick grow up?

He and Egan are
both from Queens.

- Yes.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

You ever play in
the snow before?

Nah.

- The snow can be unpredictable.

Never know how many
inches you're gonna get.

Oh.

Got you a goddamn
blizzard your first time out.

Nah, but on the real, right,

Tasha can't know we smashed.

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

Just like she did with Shawn.

Tasha was fucking Shawn?

- Yeah.
- Fuck outta here.

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

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

God damn.

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

She took him from me.

And now she's taken
my business, too.

Hmm.

You're, like...

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

Your business is safe.

I promise you that.

And you right.

T can't know shit
about us neither.

John: We're gonna present
evidence and testimony

that proves James St.
Patrick killed Agent Knox

to protect his childhood
friend and his business partner,

Thomas Egan,

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

and they were
co-conspirators in this murder.

After the death of Mr. Lobos,

Agent Knox was
under investigation

for leaking
classified information.

And we believe James
St. Patrick silenced Knox

at the order of Thomas Egan.

I'm asking you to
indict James St. Patrick

for the crime of murder
in the first degree

in the death of Federal
Agent Greg Knox.

John: I just want to
extend a big congratulations

to Donovan for finding the
murder weapon at Truth.

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

and Proctor's gonna
shit when he finds out.

Listen, I can't take credit.

The asshole left it
underneath the bar in his office.

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

"we don't catch the smart ones."

The gun is great news,

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

And connect him, at
least circumstantially,

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

His coked-out mom, Kate.

I don't know if
we can break her,

but we can definitely get Tapper

to sign off on a
warrant for a tail.

Catch him in the act of
running his organization.

You think Egan is stupid
enough to be running drugs

while his best friend
is accused of murder?

If I know Tommy,
he can't help himself.

Then we're going to catch him.

Did you bring the
re-up for my wife?

I got a call from Dre.

He said the Feds found
a fucking gun at Truth?

I mean, he didn't really do it.

He says he didn't,

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

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

- because you're partners.
- Oh.

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

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

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

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

Shit's bad timing, Proctor.

I'm under pressure to...

keep doing what I'm doing.

Yeah, well, Angela knows
everything about you.

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

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

I told him to stay
away from that bitch.

I told him, too.

Things are gonna get worse.

All right.

I'll keep a low profile.

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

I'm gonna kill you.

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

- Shut up!
- Yo.

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

Get out of here.

Run.

I'll give you a head start.

Did I stutter?

Run, motherfucker!

One!

Two...

Ten.

Ready or not, here I come.

- Faster!

- You Okay?

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

You better not disrespect
my organization ever again!

Okay! Get the fuck off me!

No. Ask nicely.

Get the fuck off me...

please.

Okay.

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

Push it till you feel it
slide in some more.

It forces the fucking bolt down.

Then bend the card
towards the door frame.

And voila.

Cool, |'ma try that next time.

What's up with your dad?

I don't wanna talk
about that nigga.

You ever hear of
somebody named Kanan?

Yeah, he from the old crew.

But you ain't gotta
worry about him.

Kanan dead.

I wouldn't have left a fucking
gun at Truth... you know that!

I told you, Angie's framing me!

It doesn't matter
who put it there.

What matters is
that they found it.

They think you killed
Greg to protect Tommy.

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

so they can make this
whole thing a RICO.

Or prosecute both of you
guys under the Kingpin Statute.

What does that mean?

Both laws target organized crime

and have Draconian
sentencing guidelines

against major drug dealers.

You'd both be charged
as drug traffickers...

And I think you know,
I can't win that case.

We're talking about a
mandatory life sentence,

and if they can
prove you killed Lobos

or anyone else in the
commission of your drug crimes,

it gets worse from there.

So they wanna make
Tommy the Kingpin

because they think he's Ghost.

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

If I know John, yeah.

He loves a snitch.

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

but now that they got
the murder weapon,

the fingerprints, and the DNA,

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

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

I would strongly
consider flipping.

Yeah, but you
know what, Proctor?

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

It's me.

It's me and Tommy.

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

Whoa, Tommy,
thank God you're okay.

I heard about Jamie on the news.

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

I woulda gotten here sooner,
except the goddamn trains

are a fucking mess.

I'm worried about you.

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

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

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

Ma, don't talk about Ghost.

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

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

Oh.

Looks like you
got girl trouble, too.

Holly left you, huh?

I told you she would.

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

I got rid of her.

You finally listened to me.

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

Here, I want it.

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

Oh, give me a fucking break.

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

Well, I guess that
shit runs in the family.

- Watch your mouth.

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

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

you know where
the money is, right?

And here.

Take her.

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

I can't believe it either.

Desperate times and shit.

So, come on, get out of here.

We gotta hurry up.

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

- Oh, fuck you.
- Fuck you.

Yo, I want my
motherfuckin' change.

Mike?

The gun at Truth
is bothering me.

It's too easy.

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

You're overthinking it, Angela.

I know he's burned you
before, but the gun at the club

makes sense to all of us.

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

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

Murder one for St. Patrick.

That's good news.

- Great job.
- Oh, yeah.

We're gonna bury him.

We are. Literally.

DOJ approved the death penalty.

I didn't know you
were seeking it.

Oh, I always file
for it. Never hurts.

Congratulations.
That is terrific.

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

I would like to join the
strategy meeting, John.

Come on, we talked about this.

You're on the bench.

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

I'll keep you in the loop.

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

Hello?

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

They say it's painless,

but actually it's not.

See, the drugs paralyze you,

but you conscious.

You feel everything,

hear everything,
smell everything...

Wide awake.

Then you have a heart attack.

Shit all over yourself.

Last one I seen,

took the dude a full 45 minutes

before he stopped twitching.

That's what's gonna
happen to you.

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

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

for something he didn't do?

I don't know if
Proctor told you this,

but Jamie's fingerprints
were at the crime scene,

his DNA was under
Greg's fingernails,

and they found the
murder weapon at Truth.

You tell me he didn't do it.

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

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

He never mentioned a
Greg Knox to me... Not once.

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

I had a boyfriend then.

It was Greg.

I swear to God, if you
weren't a goddamn cop...

But I am.

Good night, Tasha.

For what it's worth...

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

I wish I'd never
seen Jamie again.

Now that we do agree on.

Why the fuck you
talking to Tariq?

He asked me about Kanan.

I swear, I didn't. I didn't.

Unless you want
to be a dead nigga,

you keep your fuckin' mouth shut

and them payments coming.

Wait.

Why the fuck you
hanging with Tariq?

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

You were.

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

Now you paying
me to keep you alive.

Hello?

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

Will you accept the charges?

Yes.

Uh, James?

Tommy.

You sound tired.

I am.

It's good to hear
your voice, brother.

How you holding up in there?

Not so good.

If I go down for this,

they're giving me the needle.

Fuck out of here, man.

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

You scared?

Help me.

What do you need me to do?

I need you to take
care of my family.

|'ma handle everything.

You keep your head up in there.

Okay.