All language subtitles for POWER - S04 E06 - New Man (720p - BluRay)

Ghost". Previously on "Power"...

I want you to give
this to Tommy Egan.

The clubs will be open soon, and
our stuff will be flowing in no time.

Chicago, they need answers soon.

Keep my phone.

What if something happens?

How are we
supposed to reach you?

- You're not.
- That's the final payment.

From this point forward,
everything stops with Tariq.

What the fuck makes
you think everything stops?

(inaudible)

Judge: The prosecution's
willful misconduct

was improper and
conducted in bad faith.

- Mr. St. Patrick, you can go home.
- (bangs gavel)

Yo, Slim, you here yet?

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

- So you got the kid?
- You're damn right I got him.

We're gonna get the money
from Ghost for holding his son.

And then we're
gonna kill 'em both.

So what you need me to do?

♪ They say this
is a big, rich town a'

♪ I just come from
the poorest part ♪

♪ Bright lights, city
life, I gotta make it a'

♪ This is where it goes down a'

♪ I just happen
to come up hard a'

♪ Legal or illegal,
baby, I gotta make it ♪

♪ I never took a straight path
nowhere, life's full of twists and turns ♪

♪ Bumps and
bruises, I live, I learn 4'

♪ I'm from that city full of
yellow cabs and skyscrapers a'

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

♪ Homie, I grew up in hell,
a block away from heaven ♪

♪ That corner every 15
minutes, they moving seven ♪

♪ Pure snow, bag
it, then watch it go a'

♪ Occupational options,
get some blow or some hos a'

♪ Shoot the ball or the
strap, learn to rap or to jack a'

♪ Fuck it, man, in the meantime,
go 'head and pump a pack ♪

♪ This my regal, royal flow,
my James Bond bounce a'

♪ That 007, that's
62 on my count ♪

♪ I'm an undercover liar,
I lie under the covers ♪

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

♪ You're my inspiration,
you're my motivation ♪

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

♪ They say this
is a big, rich town a'

♪ Yeah, I just come
from the poorest part' ♪

♪ Bright lights, city
life, I gotta make it a'

♪ This is where it goes down a'

- ♪ Oh, yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I just happen
to come up hard a'

♪ Legal or illegal,
baby, I gotta make it ♪

(gasps)

♪ Blood and dust,
sweat and smoke I

♪ I hold my
tongue till I choke a'

♪ Bring myself
to pay for these ♪

♪ Stones that feel
the hurt we feel ♪

♪ Unbroken ground sacrificed ♪

♪ But I'm a man
who needs to hope I'

♪ You can't make me hype a'

Hey, brother, I'm out.

We need to talk, so hit me up.

Something big.

Can't wait, Tommy.

Want some coffee?

Sure.

Where the kids?

Well, Yas is with Mama.

- Thank you.
- Tariq spent the night over at Calvin's.

And Rama's at a sleepover, too.

They'll be back
sometime this afternoon.

I just figured they'd be here,

you know, seeing as
though I just got out.

I figured we'd
celebrate as a family.

Yeah, well, the kids have
been through a lot, Ghost.

They just need some time.

We need to talk about Tariq.

Guess you need
some time, too, huh?

Where'd you sleep last night, T?

Rama's room.

T, you didn't have to do that.

You know how much
I appreciate you...

What you've done for
me, standing by me.

Mm-hmm.

Especially, you know, with
everything we've been through.

(clears throat) Yeah.

I was thinking
that we could, uh...

Hey, hey, heY-

I was thinking we
could start over.

Put the past in the
past, you know, like...

|.

I don't know about that, Ghost.

I thought we were just staying
together for appearances.

You know, for the Feds, in
case they come back around.

Terry said the
case isn't over yet.

I wish Angela never
came to the club that night.

Can't change what
happened, though.

I can tell you it's over.

- Over?
- For good.

(scoffs) Are you kidding me?

I just watched that bitch
blow up her whole life

in open court so you could walk.

- Tasha, that was...
- You know what?

Let's just...
let's talk tonight.

I'll let the kids stay out.

Mama can keep Yas.

But we need to go now.

Yeah, we'll
definitely talk tonight.

Fuck.

- (music playing on radio)
- ♪ Run back to the money ♪

- Man: Excuse me. Quick comment?
- (all talking at once)

Man: Quick comment about
your situation, Mr. St. Patrick?

Woman: A quick
comment? Please, sir!

How does it feel to be a
free man, Mr. St. Patrick?

- Man: Mr. St. Patrick?
- Woman: Anything?

Mr. St. Patrick!

♪ Doing it ♪

♪ Clown all you haters
and act a fool with it ♪

♪ I paid my dues in this ♪

♪ I rep GGG, that's the bro ♪

♪ Hating every chance
they see, that's them hos ♪

James, it's so good to
see you back in a suit.

You look like a new man.

And you look the same.

I always look the same.

I have quite the ghastly
portrait in my attic.

Uh, that's a reference
to a book, James,

about a beautiful boy
named Dorian Gray...

Yes, I've read it.
Look, I hate to break up

our book club we're having,

but I'd like you to
get out of my club.

Why are you so suspicious of me,

when all I want is the best
for you, for everyone, really?

It's obvious you're not here to throw
me a welcome home party, Simon,

so let's cut to the chase.

What a way to
talk to a creditor.

You owe me a substantial
amount of money. I'm here to collect.

Oh, I see you haven't
spoken to your wife Tasha

about the little deal we
made while you were away?

- No, I haven't.
- Then I'll inform you.

I gave Tasha an awful lot of
money for something in return.

- Tasha took money from you?
- Mm-hmm.

- How much?
- Oh, details are so gauche.

If you agree to work with
me in a new business venture,

I will forgive every
cent of your loan.

- That shit again.
- No, no.

Something better.

A real estate group.
You would be the CEO.

I'd simply be a silent partner.

Silent? What's in it for you?

Well, the business
under your name

would garner a minority
business development loan,

and a tax break that will make
this lucrative for both of us.

Okay, so you've come
to my club to tell me

you need my black ass
to make you more money?

Diversity is all the
rage these days.

We have so much to talk about.

Why don't we order in, James?

I love Chinese, don't you?

The food and the people.

(cell phone vibrating)

I told you I would be in touch.

And yet somehow, I
ain't heard from you.

You've been out long enough to put
that phone in Tommy Egan's hands.

Now, you didn't forget
our little deal, did you?

I talk to Tommy in
exchange for my silence

about your mishap
with the Marshal.

I haven't forgotten,
and I repeat, old man...

I will be in touch.

Right.

Is everything all right, James?

Jukebox on phone: What
the fuck is taking you so long?

Where's Ghost? Where's
the money for Tariq?

I had to hit pause on that.
Ghost got too much heat

on him right now for
me to make a move.

Well, you better get
moving, motherfucker.

Or I will put a bullet
in this boy's ass for fun.

I ain't no fucking babysitter.

Don't fuck this up.

I ain't gonna fuck this up. Why
you keep saying shit like that?

I ain't gonna make a
move till I can get him clean.

Where you got Tariq?

Queens.

I'll give you the address
once Ghost's ass is in the car

and the money's in hand.

Don't call me till
you got good news.

Was that Slim?

Oh, you eavesdropping now?

Nah, I was just hoping to
see him like you said I would.

I'm gonna have to be home later.

What I said was that he was out

getting crew and
supplies for the lick.

And I thought you said

you were all covered
with your moms.

I am, but she's gonna call,

and I'm gonna have to go home.

The last time I disappeared,

I told her it's not
gonna happen again.

I got you, little nigga.
Don't worry about it.

Me and Slim got
all this under control.

All he needs is a little
more time to crew up.

Give me your phone.

I'll handle your moms.

(phone clicking)

(cell phone chimes)

Wait, it's Tariq.

Sorry.

- (cell phone chimes)
- Okay.

The Feds took the chains off
the weave shop this morning.

Yeah, it'd be nice to get
things up and running again.

Like I said, it'll be nice to
know what the fuck is going on.

What is life supposed to look
like now that Ghost is out of jail?

Is he staying back
at the penthouse?

Yeah, but we ain't getting
back together for real.

We just got to play house and...

be a united front for
the Feds, you know.

I'm not talking about for you.

I'm talking about for me.

What is my life
supposed to look like now?

And can my business
go back to being regular?

Just a weave shop,
not no drug money shit?

Look, we got to
keep moving things

like we have been
for a little while.

Tasha, I want out. For real.

I promise you, you will.

As soon as we can.

Mm, so, um, you talk to
your new man last night?

Nah.

Cell phone must be broke or
something, 'cause I ain't heard from him.

Well, he'll come around.

You know better than
anybody how these men are.

I sure do.

Look, I got to roll.

I got a lot to do to get the
weave shop open again.

All right. Go ahead.

I know how thirsty these bitches
are to get they hair did, so...

Bye, Tasha.

(Sighs)

(cell phone clicking)

Tommy...

(elevator bell dings)

I hope you get stuck
on the way down.

Motherfuckers.

Man: Mr. Egan.

Jason Micic. Good to
meet you in the flesh.

Something happened where you had
to move out in the middle of the night?

No, nothing like that.

We're expanding into new areas.

This is one of our new spaces.

Hmm.

Look, I know why we're here.

The money that should be coming
in from our pharmaceutical weight.

We had a small hiccup
with the distribution.

- Have you figured out a solution?
- We have.

We're going back to the
courier method from the old days.

And we set up a small,
private gambling operation

so even more
money'|| be coming in.

You turned a setback
into a win. I'm impressed.

(laughing) Yeah, well, me, too.

But, you know, I've been
doing this shit for a while,

SO... I can go home now?

(laughs) You can stop looking
over your shoulder, Tommy.

Nobody's coming through
the door with a gun.

I'll relax when I get
back to New York.

Ah, yes. New York.

Not without its fair
share of difficulties.

But we can't control everything.

Ghost was a concern, but
now that he's out of prison,

we can relax a little.

He's out?

Ghost always lands on his feet.

It's time for all of us
to move on from Ghost.

Permanently.

Yeah, it's not a problem.

Just tell him we've been
selling drugs in the club.

He'll understand that he doesn't
have an option but to go along.

You're not going
back into the club.

You're not going back
to work with Ghost.

I need him off
the table entirely.

Jason, um... all
respect, all right,

but I've been down
this road before.

I'm not gonna kill Ghost.

All right? It's just
not gonna happen.

Bodies are bad for business.

If Ghost goes now,
they'll be looking at you.

It's a bad relationship, Tommy.

I want you to cut all
ties with him entirely.

For good.

And that's what you
brought me to Chicago for?

Mostly.

But there is other
business, too.

- You ever been to Los Angeles?
- No, I don't like dry heat.

I would like you to consider
taking a trip out there soon.

Meet some mutual friends.

We are expanding our reach.

We'd like to see if you
can run both coasts.

But Ghost can't be
anywhere near it.

Do we understand each other?

Yeah, we do.

Good.

More conversation to come.

- There is a celebration tonight.
- Ooh, tonight?

I was thinking of driving
back to New York tonight.

If we're done.

We're not done.

Stay the night.
Celebrate with us.

Chicago-style.

- BG.
- Grimace: Sup?

- What up?
- Grimace: Good.

Yo, you seen Tommy, dog?

Nah, man. I haven't.

But it's not like
we talk every day.

All right, well, I got
to tell him something.

He's got to know
right away, all right?

- All right.
- So let me know if he hits you.

Sure thing, Boss.

There he is. There's
that motherfucker.

Stay here.

Yo, what's up with this urgency shit,
man? I've got to meet Ghost at the club.

Ghost? Wait, he's out?

Does he know we're
running shit through the club?

I don't know, but I'm about to
find out, so if we're done here...

Yo, we ain't done, dog.

Not by a long shot.

I saw you talking to Kanan.

Tommy specifically told us to
stay away from that motherfucker,

even shoot to kill if you
saw him walking around.

What the fuck was that about?

The nigga shows up at Truth.

I can't shoot him
in the club, can I?

It ain't no big deal, man.

The nigga wants to
get back in the game.

I told him Tommy
ain't with it. He pushed.

I shut it down. Simple as that.

And you told Tommy
about all this, right?

(scoffs) No, I didn't tell
Tommy about all this.

Never had a chance to,
man. What's up with this?

You suspecting me,
asking me questions and shit

like you my bitch
or something, dog.

Look, trust me.

I'm loyal, man. All right?

I even found us a new primera.

- We don't need to expand.
- I don't know, man.

You heard from the other primeras
asking about Cristobal getting extra keys?

He ran his mouth.

I know 'cause he ran it to me.

Fuck!

Look, look, look.

I know some cats who
got beef with their connects.

I don't got the
details yet, but look,

you want to meet up with them?

- I got to talk to Tommy first.
- (scoffs)

Oh, my God, yo, when was the last
time Tommy didn't want to make money?

You know he's about the hustle.

And you know if you ask
Tommy before you meet with them,

he's gonna ask you why does he
always have to wipe your ass for you.

Dog, you're the man.

You're the Distro.

You tell him
Cristobal's a problem,

and you show up with a
solution already in hand, man.

Set it up.

My man. I got you_.

Got you.

(cell phone clicking)

(cell phone chimes)

(cell phone chimes)

Was that Slim?

When is he gonna be here?

Look at you, all
star-struck on a lick.

Slim's slowing
down in his old age.

The future's with
little niggas like you.

Hmm.

So how'd you get your
nickname, Jukebox?

When I was a kid, I knew
all the songs on the radio.

I could imitate anybody.

Were you good?

I was better than good.

I was great.

What you want to hear?

What does your moms like?

She used to sing me this song
called, "Midnight Train to Georgia."

I'm not sure who sing it, but...

Gladys Knight.

Can you sound as good as my mom?

Your moms couldn't touch me.

On her best day.

You ever hear of
Ma-hah-lia Jackson?

Ma-hay-lia.

And yeah.

(humming soft melody)

(continues humming)

♪ His eye ♪

Ilsonr ♪ Sparrow ♪

♪ And I know ♪

♪ He watches ♪

♪ Over ♪

(whispers) Lights
out, little nigga.

Ghost, we need
to talk about Tariq.

No, I think we need
to talk about you first.

At the club today, Tash, once
the chains were off the doors,

I realized it's like
I never left, right?

Everything in its proper place,
including Simon fucking Stern,

only this time not because
I made a deal with him,

but because you
made a deal with him!

Come on, Tasha. Behind my back?

Yes, Okay?

I made a deal with the devil because
you left me with no other choice.

Then if you knew
it was the devil,

why wouldn't you
talk to me first?

Wow.

Coming from the man who
does whatever the fuck he wants

without consulting anybody!

You were on the inside, okay?

Decisions had to be
made for our family.

The Feds froze our accounts.

We didn't have enough
money to take care of the kids.

Money from Milan should
have been more than enough.

Shit, we didn't
have to pay bail.

Unless there's something
you're not telling me.

No, there's nothing
else. I handled it.

Besides, Stern agreed that we
could pay him back over time.

Stern lied.

He don't want
money. He wants me.

- To work with him.
- (sighs)

No shit.

I knew he was lying.

But you're smarter than him.

I know you're not
gonna let him beat you.

What's the business?

Real estate.

Guess he needs a black face
for a tax break and a headline.

Hmm, well...

it's good press.

That could work
both ways, right?

I mean, Simon Stern
doing business with you

is good for your image.

Look, I know you, Ghost.

You are gonna figure out
a way to use him to win.

Hmm.

I don't know how
to trust you, Tasha.

I don't know how to
trust you either, Ghost.

But if we're gonna
make this work...

we don't have another choice.

(Speaking Spanish)

Why don't you tell Dre here a little
something about your boy Julio?

Julio should have been dead
when he left the Toros Locos.

Ghost stepped in
and saved his life.

Bought his way out.

Well, Ghost is out the
game, so that deal is dead.

And with Ghost out the picture,

Julio's life is,
um... up for grabs.

So what are you thinking?

I'll deliver Julio to you,

and you take him out,
but I have one condition...

You don't make it look
like a Toros Locos kill.

That way you're
protected, and so am I.

We good?

Yeah, we good.

Let's kill this motherfucker.

(laughter)

Whoo! Last time
I drank this much,

I set a guy on fire.

No, I got fired.
Sorry, from my job.

It's a different story.

Wait up. You had
a normal job, job?

Don't get crazy. It wasn't
the fucking post office.

I was a bouncer at a
strip joint when I was a kid.

My moms made me get the job.

Your moms?

- You're serious.
- Yeah, the Boy Scouts was all full.

(laughter)

Nah, that was a cushy job, man.

As much booze and
girls as you wanted.

I mean, I got paid to fight.

I said, "Sign me
up, motherfucker.

I was born for
this shit right here."

I found what I was good at.

The hustle. The grind.

This game right
here, you heard me?

(speaking Serbian)

Your boy Milan,
he liked the grind.

I mean, he had that
security business on lock.

Smart cover.

In his prime, Milan
was very, very valuable.

Yeah, I thought he'd be
a moneymaker for you,

which is why I was surprised

that the Milan kill got
approved so easily.

I thought there'd
be some pushback.

Milan was on his way out.

He was a very strange man.

His death just moved
up the timetable.

Well, happy I could help.

- (laughter)
- Right?

And call me crazy, I don't
like a guy that eats people.

I mean, is that a Serbian thing?

I don't hate it, I
just don't like it.

Ah, yeah. Serbian specialty.

- (speaking Serbian)
- (imitating Serbian)

Hey, hey, heY-

Hoo, that's nice!

Yeah, hook a brother
up. Let me get one more.

Tommy: I haven't been this fucked
up since I used to do goofballs.

Rakia's very potent, huh?

Like I said, it's one
of our specialties.

You know, I'm not a
specialty kind of guy.

I like to keep shit simple.

Might have to sit this
one out, because...

(trunk beeps)

Whoa. The fuck is going on?

(groans)

Yo, Dre!

Yo, Dre, where you at?

(cell phone clicking)

(footsteps approaching)

Mother... (grunting)

- (breathing heavily)
- (chuckles)

(Speaking Spanish)

Blood in, blood out.

Ghost bought your freedom.

But Ghost is out of the game.

Every breath you take

is a disrespect to
the Toros Locos.

This ends now.

Three against one?

(Uaughs)

Que pasa, Bub?

Eh?

(groaning)

Let's go,
motherfucker. Let's go!

Let's go! Come on!

Ah! Come on!

Fuck yeah! You
want a piece of this?

You want a fucking
piece of me, bitches?

(screams)

Fuck!

(screaming)

(groaning)

(whimpering)

(groaning)

(screaming)

(groans)

(coughing)

(grunting)

(groaning)

(Jason speaking Serbian)

(man speaking Serbian)

(Jason speaking Serbian)

(engine sputtering)

(Tommy grunts)

Yo, yo, yo. What the fuck?

Hey, you lucky I'm cramped from
being in that motherfucking trunk.

Fuck off me! Yo,
get the fuck off of me!

(airplane engines whir overhead)

What? Yo, yo.

Yo, yo, yo, my man, what
the fuck is going on here?

I thought we was getting along.

We was talking
expansion and shit.

(car door closes)

Oh, you best be here
on vacation or some shit,

or |'ma pull your throat
out through your asshole.

Tommy, you are going
to die for killing Milan

without getting
Jason's approval.

You little cocksucker.

You think you gonna
run game on me?

I was burying people
alive when you were still

shitting yellow, motherfucker.

Look, I don't know what
this motherfucker's angle is,

but he signed off
on the Milan hit.

He was down, and he
said that you was down, too!

He is trying to save
his own life, okay?

- I did not know anything.
- (car door opens)

Come here, you fucking...

(Jason speaking Serbian)

Tommy: Ah, fuck!

(groans)

Now, Petar told me

that a rival gang killed Milan.

That's what Tommy told me, but I
did not know Tommy killed Milan.

You lying piece of shit.

You was in the room!

Jason, Petar said
that you cleared the hit.

That's what I'm
telling you, all right?

Petar played us both.

Tatiana... (speaking Serbian)

(both whispering in Serbian)

Petar... (speaking Serbian)

Tommy... (speaking Serbian)

Tommy...
- (speaking Serbian) - (sighs)

Jason: Tatiana, thank you
for telling me who to believe.

(breathing heavily)

(spits) Yeah, rot in
hell, you fucking bitch.

I think you'll be a great
successor to Milan.

I hope we'll be in
business for a long time.

(laughs) Me, too.

Although, I didn't particularly
enjoy my ride here,

I respect the way you guys work.

But trust me,

I ain't never gonna let
you walk behind me again.

Fair enough.

- After you.
- (laughing)

You're a funny guy, Tommy.

Yeah, you ain't seen
nothing yet, hmm.

(cell phone clicking)

(horns honking)

(car alarm beeps)

(cell phone clicking, chimes)

What the fuck, man?

Couldn't get rid of me
that easy, motherfucker.

Right? Don't try no stupid shit.

We got Tariq.

You do exactly what
the fuck I tell you to do,

or we gonna kill
that little nigga.

You put a hand on my son,
Kanan, I will fuck you up...

You ain't gonna do shit. You
ain't the one giving orders.

I am, and you get your snitch
motherfucking ass in that car,

and you do exactly
what I tell you to do,

or Tariq is dead.

- (music playing on radio)
- ♪ And the fool ♪

♪ Will be wise ♪

♪ There's a sad, sad, sad ♪

♪ Sad story there ♪

IOh ♪

♪ I want to tell you ♪

♪ Just watch me close ♪

♪ I knock around all over town ♪

- What's this about, man?
- Don't fucking play stupid.

You know what this is
about. It's payback time.

Look, do whatever you
got to do with me, all right?

Just leave my son alone, man.

I do whatever the
fuck I want to do.

Isn't that what you
did back in the day?

Didn't give a fuck about what
nobody else think but you, right?

Put me in jail.

My son ain't had shit
to do with that, man.

This is between you and me, K.

If you gonna kill me
anyway, I'm just asking you...

Why the fuck he got to get hurt?

Keep your mouth shut, all right?

Don't say nothing else,
before you say something stupid

and I put a bullet
in your brain.

Just keep driving.

I know you too
well, motherfucker.

Don't you do
nothing you'll regret.

Pull the fucking car over.

Put it in park.

What the fuck, man?

You better not pull no
motherfucking bullshit moves,

or Tariq is gone for
good, you hear me?

I'm not fucking
playing with you, man.

K, what I got to do to
get my son back, man?

Money.

Come on, K,

I just got out the motherfucking
joint. You know that.

I'm low on that, man. I ain't
got no fucking money right now.

Well, if you want your son
alive, you'll figure some shit out.

Not having no money never stopped
you from getting money before.

Look, man, I might
know of a place, all right?

Where we can get some cash,
but the shit ain't gonna be easy.

Life in the game ain't easy.

You know that.

It's your move. Let's go.

- (Pounding on door)
- Hurry up.

Tariq: Hold on a sec.

Shake it off. Come on.

(toilet flushing)

| Qot to go.

My mom likes to
pick me up early.

I got to be standing
outside Calvin's pretty soon,

or I got to call him and
tell him to cover for me.

You're not going anywhere.

Just tell Slim I'll call him.

Now look what you made me do.

(knocks on door)

- Hello.
- Hi.

You're a little early
for the open house,

so I'm not quite ready.

I just want to
take a quick peek.

Okay, well, it's 2,200
square feet total,

and that in there
is an extra room

that you can do
whatever you want with.

Could be a den, or
an extra bedroom.

What's a den?

Is this a safe neighborhood?

Oh, yeah, it's...
it's real quiet.

Real peaceful place.

Good.

I'm looking for some
peace and quiet.

I'm thinking about
relocating from NYC.

Well, you couldn't find a
better place at a better price.

- Yeah?
- It's a buyer's market.

Are you a family man?

(chuckles) Nah.

Single.

Yeah, haven't
been lucky with love.

(laughs) Your luck could change.

You ever wanted kids?

Wasn't in the cards for me.

How about you? You got kids?

Two girls.

I bet.

You love your little
girls, don't you?

You like fucking
your little girls, Sam?

W-What kind of question is that?

Maybe you should leave.

Nah.

I ain't going nowhere.

I'm calling the police.

I told Holly she should
call the police on you.

But she never did.

You know Holly?

Holly Weaver, my niece?

I know Holly, yeah.

And I know what you did to her.

Every night when she lived
with you when she was a kid.

Oh!

I don't know what
she told you, man.

But she wanted it.

She wanted it,
and I gave it to her.

That was all.

She was nine years
old, you motherfucker.

Some girls are
faster than others.

You shouldn't have touched her!

You shouldn't have
touched her, motherfucker!

You shouldn't have touched her!

(cell phone vibrating)

Tariq all right?

We holding him close
till we get the paper.

Let me talk to him.
Can I talk to him?

After you deliver the cash,
you see him face-to-face.

Not before.

Ghost: We're here. This is it.

Kanan: What is it?

Tommy's stash house...

This is where we
gonna grab the money.

(laughing)

You gonna rob your own friend?

Why that don't surprise me?

All right, so, K, |'ma just hold
tight right here while they unload.

There'|| be one on the
outside, three on the inside.

I'll go around the backdoor.

Come in through the
side, catch 'em by surprise.

I taught you well.

All right, I need a piece.

K, you don't expect me to rob
these niggas without a gun, man.

The fuck you doing?

You don't need the bullets.

' Big Grim! " Yo!"

- When you get out, Ghost?
- Oh, man.

- Couple days ago.
- Oh, man.

- You look good, man.
- Thanks, bro.

- I'm trying, man.
- |'ma go upstairs.

Yeah, um, sorry, man.

I can't let nobody upstairs
without a call from Tommy or Julio.

Tommy's who sent
me. I was just with him.

See, that's a lie, 'cause
I know he's out of town.

Grim, stop fucking up, man. Hey.

- What's up, man?
- Hey, what's up, Ghost?

- Been a minute.
- Yeah, man.

- Been a while. Good to see you.
- What you been up to...

(money counter whirring)

The fuck?

Hey, man, I don't
want no problem.

I don't want none either.

So the money goes
in the bag, Marcus.

Come on, man. I ain't fucking
around. Put the money in the bag.

All right.

K, what the fuck, man? You
said no one would get hurt!

You saw him. He made a move.

Fuck, man!

- (cell phone vibrating)
- It's your bitch.

Tasha's my wife, K.

She's probably
wondering where Tariq is.

- So what should I say?
- Tell her the truth.

You gonna get the little nigga.
You better not fuck this up.

Hey, Tasha, I was
just about to call you.

- What's up, T?
- I went to pick up Tariq

from his sleepover,
and he wasn't there.

Calvin said something
about some girl?

He left his house
to go see a girl.

Yeah, he called me.

He called you? Why you?

Tasha, probably 'cause he thought
I would understand about a girl.

Look, I'm headed out
now to get him, okay?

The girl lives in Bushwick,
so it's gonna be a minute.

- (grunts)
- How does he know

some girl from Bushwick?

Tasha, I don't know, but I'll
ask when I pick him up, all right?

I'll talk to you later.

Thank you for
showing up for him.

Look, Ghost,
about last night, I...

Tasha, we can talk about last
night at another time, all right?

I will call you when
I got him, okay?

- Okay.
- All right.

Ghost: K, you know it ain't
got to go down like this, man.

Tell me you ain't
feel that shit tonight.

Crazy, right? How
close we once were?

Yeah, and then you used
everything I taught you against me.

You know, all this bad shit
happened because you set me up.

K, I had a plan, man. You
ain't want to follow the plan.

So I was either gonna kill you,

or put you on the inside.

Loved you like a brother.

I wasn't gonna kill you.

So you just made a bad choice.

Because if you would've killed
me, you wouldn't be here right now.

We was kids, K. Crazy
motherfucking kids, man.

Just trying to make
moves. We were innocent.

I wasn't never
innocent. You either.

Who's got my boy. K?

One of the baddest
motherfuckers we both know.

- Tommy?
- No, not Tommy.

She run these streets harder
than some of these men.

Love pussy, but
ain't got no heart.

Jukebox.

Kanan: Pull over right here.

Kanan, why don't you let
my son walk away, man?

He ain't like us. He don't
belong in that bullshit, man.

Talk to Jukebox,
tell her she can have

whatever the fuck
she want with me.

Just let my son go.

Take it.

I knew you was gonna do that.

So why you give it to me?

'Cause I ain't gonna forgive
you, and I ain't gonna let you go.

Jukebox gonna want to kill Tariq
the minute she get that money.

I don't know who she
got in there with her.

I don't know what
they gonna do to me.

So you can take that gun
and you can use it to kill me

for all the shit we
got between us,

or we can go in together
and try and save your son.

About fucking time.

Kanan: I wasn't about to accept
a check from this motherfucker.

We just stole your money back.

And Ghost about to
get what he deserve.

I'm here, son. We going home.

Jukebox: You look good, Ghost.

All dressed up like
a fucking civilian.

People really believe that act?

I never done a
fucking thing to you.

You ain't got no good reason to
do this to me, Jukebox, or my son.

Ain't about you.

It's about his ten years inside.

And money.

- What the fuck is going on?
- (guns clicking)

Ghost: No, no, no.

Y'all niggas thought
you was gonna play me?

Motherfucker, I will
kill your bitch-ass son

- right here, right now.
- Don't, don't, don't, don't.

No, no. Don't, don't, don't.

Dad...

You all out of excuses
now, ain't you, nigga?

- Don't do it.
- You are all out

of your little slick-ass moves.

Now, the question is,

should he watch you die,
or the other way around?

It's gonna be all right, Tariq.

No, don't lie to the boy, Ghost.

Kanan: Juke...

Jukebox: You know
what, little man?

This motherfucker is
not who he says he is.

His name ain't even Slim.

- What?
- Oh, yeah.

He's been playing
you the whole time.

For a money grab.

You are nothing to
him but a dollar bill.

You ain't got to fucking
take it there, Jukebox.

Tell him who you really are...

or I will blow his
fucking head off!

Tell him!

I'm Kanan Stark.

I'm a no-good motherfucker,
ain't that right, Jukes?

I ran this street with your dad.

I did a lot of bad shit.
We hurt a lot of people.

Jukebox is telling
you the truth.

I ain't never been good.
I wasn't raised that way.

You told me Kanan was dead.

I did.

Tell him why you been
hanging out with him.

Why you taught
him about that life.

I was running game on you.

I wanted... I wanted
to get the money.

And get back at Ghost.

I wanted to hurt
him, so I used you.

Now tell him all about Shawn.

I killed Shawn.

I killed my own son.

And I would do
it again if I had to.

He was soft, not like you.

(laughing)

Back the fuck up!

Ghost: I got you.

| 90'! You.

Fucking bitch,
running your mouth.

(Sighs)

See you around, little nigga.

| 90'! You.

| got YOU-I got you.

I got you, man.

(music playing)

♪ I know you're scared to fly ♪

♪ You've never been this high a'

♪ But I can promise you a'

♪ That I'll never
let you fall' ♪

♪ And if you ever feel
you might not ever land a'

♪ Just take my hand a'

♪ I was born to break
past the sky, no limit I'

♪ My rise infinite, I'ma do it, ain't
nobody that can tell me otherwise a'

♪ |'ma rise until
I leave Earth' ♪

♪ And in demise still shine like the
heart of gold my grandmother had ♪

♪ How she told me I could never do bad,
believed in the good intentions I had ♪

♪ And I do, and I will pop like a
wheelie keep it up till the chain break I'

♪ Fuck taking a break,
I'm on until the day breaks ♪

♪ Into the night like
a graveyard shift ♪

♪ And y'all lucky death on some
graveyard shit, my only way of escaping ♪

♪ Plus the pen and pad that I use
to create them words and rhymes ♪

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♪ The breaks off the
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♪ The jet's on, it's
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♪ I know you're scared to fly ♪