All language subtitles for POWER - S06 E14 - Reversal of Fortune (720p - NF Web-DL)

[Ghost] Previously on Power...

Rashad Tate,
councilman in Queens.

James St. Patrick, from Queens.

- Come on. Come here!
- [grunting]

What kind of man would
murder over a business dispute?

You ain't got no idea
who the fuck I am.

I think I do.

I'm letting you go.

I get to decide
who represents me

- on a community level...
- Wait a minute...

And that person is Andre.

My advice is that you
distance yourself from Andre.

If you don't, you
won't win the election.

Both of our careers
are on the line.

- Rashad...
- Listen, I know how this goes!

Rashad, listen to me.
Everything's under control.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Governor Tate for New York State.

[applause]

Team Tate, I spoke
with the DNC chairman,

and he's sending an additional
support package our way.

You need a win, and you'll
need my people to do it.

[both moaning softly]

[Ramona] How could
you be so reckless?

And you pick a married
woman who works for you.

You think that I
want to go public.

That's not what I want at all.

You want to run next year.
You want the DNC to back you.

You and me, we can go all
the way to the state house.

Your idea presumes

that I don't already have
feelings for somebody else.

There is no Queens
Child Project.

It's over, James.

You fuck me, I return the favor.

Lorette Walsh is planning to
announce James St. Patrick

as her running mate to be
the next lieutenant governor

of New York.

Local entrepreneur
James St. Patrick

will soon be announced

as Tate rival Lorette
Walsh's running mate.

The QCP. Uh, ladies, it seems
as though I've lost the site.

If you can't make
that happen, James,

I may have to drop
you from the ticket.

If we can't move
forward with James,

I'll need to consider
my other options.

Rashad Tate is at
the top of that list.

She wouldn't go
back to Rashad Tate.

She could make it work.

You now have a friend in Albany.

No, that has nothing to do
with my decision to help you.

- You are?
- Steven Ott.

James St. Patrick is property
of the Democratic Party now.

Nothing can stop
me from winning.

And some people can
never win. That's you.

No matter what you put your
mind to... well, it never works out.

[uneasy music]

- It's $100,000.
- What I gotta do?

Kill James St. Patrick.

♪♪

[gunshot]

♪♪

[Joe] ♪ They say this
is a big, rich town ♪

♪ I just come from
the poorest part ♪

♪ Bright lights, city life ♪

♪ I gotta make it, this
is where it goes down ♪

♪ I just happen
to come up hard ♪

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

[50 Cent] ♪ I never took
a straight path nowhere ♪

♪ Life's full of twists and
turns, bumps and bruises ♪

♪ I live, I learn ♪

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

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

♪ Homey, 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 ♪

♪ Occupational options,
get some blow or some hos ♪

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

♪ Fuck it, man,
in the meantime ♪

♪ Go head and pump a pack ♪

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

♪ 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 ♪

[Joe] ♪ They say this
is a big, rich town ♪

♪ Yeah, I just come
from the poorest part ♪

♪ Bright lights, city life ♪

♪ I gotta make it, this
is where it goes down ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I just happen
to come up hard ♪

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

♪♪

[mellow reggae music]

♪♪

[line trills]

- [Croop] Hello.
- Croop?

Yeah, this is Croop.

- It's me.
- Hey.

I got a mess I need cleaned up.

- When?
- Today.

Today? I'm all the
way down in D.C.

Nigga, I don't give
a fuck where you at.

Bring your country
ass up to New York

and do this damn job.

All right.

A'ight. [chuckles]

You know, I'm thinking,
after I finish this drink,

why don't we swing by my place?

I'm good, Rashad, all right?

And I doubt you can handle
me in the state you're in, anyway.

- In the state that I'm in?
- The state you're in.

Come here.

Listen here. Rashad
motherfucking Tate

ain't never left a
woman unsatisfied

in his life,

and tonight will
not be my first time.

[line trills]

- [Kamaal] Hello.
- Your fucking brother's here.

Damn. Is he drunk again?

I think you need
to come get him.

- Okay.
- Woman... [clears throat]

I'm gonna do some things to you

you ain't never, ever s...

[music slows, distorts]

♪♪

[dark music]

♪♪

[birds tweeting]

[dog barking]

[distant voices echoing]

Shit.

[Elijah] Maybe we should stop.

[Simone] No, but I'm
just getting started.

[Kamaal] Me too,
man. I'm in it. Let's go.

You guys are really bad at this.

- Whoa.
- Oh, ho, ho!

- Babe, you hear him?
- Uh-uh.

Boy, ain't no trash-talking
at this breakfast table.

Just give us another one.

Okay, um... Tennessee.

Mm, that's easy. Nashville.

- Yes, mm.
- Mm.

What about Michigan?

Oh, we call that D-Town,

but for you, Detroit.

- [mimics buzzer] Wrong.
- What?

[Simone] Don't worry about that,
babe. Mm-mm. Don't worry about it.

[Simone] Everybody
gets that wrong.

Grand Rapids. Right?

Are you asking me or telling me?

- Oh.
- You see? You see?

Hey, come on. Father like son.

He gets it from you. No,
he does exactly what you do.

[Tate] Capital of
Michigan is Lansing.

Fifth-largest city in the state.

Population is about
115,000, give or take,

and it's inside their eighth
congressional district.

- Well, there you have it.
- [Simone] All right, now.

Uncle Rashad!

[Tate] There he is. My man.

[laughs] Give me some.

Mm, mm, mm.

- [Kamaal laughs]
- Hey, Elijah, I'm sorry

I had to steal your
bed last night, big guy.

It's okay.

Mm, welcome back
among the living, Rashad.

- Thank you, sis.
- I know you're hungry.

Ah, it smells amazing,
but I'm actually okay.

Uh, I could use
some coffee, though.

Want to talk about it?

Tate for Governor is over.

What?

I'm out of the governor's race.

Man, what you talking about?

Are you serious? What happened?

James St. Patrick happened.

[chuckles] He killed
my campaign last night.

I swear to God, if I see
his face one more time...

Uh, bad news, Uncle Rashad.

[Errol Louis] primary season,

local entrepreneur
James St. Patrick

has left the Tate campaign.

In a stunning turn of events,

sources say that St. Patrick
will soon be announced

as Tate rival Lorette
Walsh's running mate.

- Motherfucker!
- Rashad.

I'm sorry, E. You didn't
hear that, okay, buddy?

Except I totally did.

It's okay.

[Errol Louis] ...for New
York State Governor.

Walsh is vulnerable with urban

and minority constituents,

and St. Patrick's
presence on the ticket,

especially after his
exoneration on murder charges

in the death of FBI
Agent Gregory Knox,

will erase doubts
from those communities

about Walsh's commitment
to their interests.

That is enough
politics for one morning.

- Yes.
- Mm-hmm?

Okay, um, I still have to
get Elijah ready for school.

Maybe your brother
can use some fresh air.

- [Kamaal] It's a good idea.
- [Simone] Yeah. Come on, Elijah.

♪♪

Peace, Uncle Rashad.

Come on. Let me
get you some clothes.

♪♪

- [Frankie] No. No more.
- [Conway Twitty's "That's My Job" playing]

No more. Let me go, please.

Let me go. No more.

No, no.

Y'all hear that whoop?
That's my shit right there.

[Conway] ♪ I woke up
crying late at night... ♪

[Frankie] Croop, please.

Whatever they're paying you,

I'll double it. I swear.

Frankie!

This ain't about no money.

Hit him again.

♪♪

[Frankie] No more.

No more!

Stop!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, son.

You fucking up.
Remember what I told you.

Stay away from the inner thigh.

That's right, 'cause you hit that
femoral artery, and then what?

He gonna bleed out,
and we don't want that.

What do we want?

- Pain.
- [Croop] Pain.

[screaming]

[Conway] ♪ I got half ♪

♪ Will you loan me the rest ♪

♪ And I said ♪

♪ Daddy, I'm so afraid... ♪

The fuck you do?

Nothing. He just passed out.

I-I... [sighs] It's
a damn shame.

About to miss the
best damn part.

- Dad? Dad?
- [Croop] Hold on.

There's a bop right here.

You gotta wait
for it. Wait for it.

Okay, okay.

♪ And he said that's my job ♪

Dad, we, um... we really...

♪ That's what I do ♪

Okay, Dad?

♪ Everything I do
is because of you ♪

Dad, we don't have
time for this, okay?

We gotta get to New
York, remember?

Yeah, yeah. You're right.

You're right. [sighs]

Frankie.

Frankie, you gonna
touch little girls again?

No. No, no, no.

♪♪

You're goddamn right you're not.

[gunshot]

[Conway] ♪ Light as bright... ♪

Oh, damn.

♪♪

- [gunshots]
- [Conway] ♪ That's my job ♪

♪♪

Ain't bad for a retiree.

I'm just trying to keep
up with you, big bro.

Oh, is that right, huh?

Look, 'Shad, now that
you out of politics, man,

maybe you should think
about rejoining the force.

I could put in a good
word with the captain.

Who said I was out of politics?

- You did.
- No, no.

I said Tate for
Governor was over.

I'm still in this
shit, all right?

- Oh, okay.
- No, no, no.

You think I'ma let
James St. Patrick

run me out of my
own fucking game?

I ain't taking no
losses. Fuck that shit.

Bro, I said okay.

Damn. I get it.

[gunshots]

[mechanical whirring]

- Nice.
- Yeah. Thanks.

Look, 'Maal, there's nothing
wrong with me wanting to win.

Not if you really in
it to help the people,

but if you just looking to
clap back at St. Patrick,

that's just about
your bruised ego.

[melancholy music]

- Can we get out of here?
- Yeah.

What you trying to do? Go home?

Not yet. I need you to
take me somewhere first.

So tomorrow, the
full court press begins.

Now, I've drafted a plan

that will allow you
and James to split up,

do a series of whistle stops
in those parts of the state

where each of you
is polling the weakest.

Well, don't you mean
the other way around?

Why not send us
where we're strong?

Because it's time to reach
beyond your respective bases.

We need to hit back
against the narrative

that picking James
as your running mate

is just a cynical ploy
to grab the black vote.

Steven, I need a moment.

Uh, I'm a little busy
right now, Councilman.

What can I do for you?

You can reconsider backing
the Walsh/St. Patrick ticket.

Rashad, it's not happening.

The Democratic Party would
prefer that you play nice,

sit this race out,

and when the timing looks right
for you again, we'll... we'll talk.

Democrats told
Obama the same thing.

- Rashad, this is not...
- You know I'm right.

Young state
senator from Illinois

with presidential aspirations.

You told him to wait his turn.

He becomes U.S. senator,

and you caution him against
moving too far too fast.

Then he kills it at
the 2004 convention,

and the party, in all of its
wisdom, says that the timing

still isn't right for a
run at the White House,

and you're about to make
the same mistake again.

Please, just give me
another chance, okay?

I'll turn this all
around. I swear.

Okay, you know what? How
about I call security, Rashad?

You can swear at
them all you want.

[Lorette] Let's not do that.

Last thing I need is my name
connected with the NYPD

and... another black
man in a hoodie.

Rashad, you played your
best hand, and you lost.

Al Gore has a better chance

of winning New York than you do,

so just bow out gracefully

while you still have
a shred of dignity.

[dramatic music]

♪♪

Fuck all y'all.

[dishes clatter]

♪♪

[Macedon] Saw the news.

Had a feeling I'd get
a visit from you today.

I just needed a
quiet place to think.

You don't need to think, Rashad.

You need to get
out there and do.

Do what?

St. Patrick's got the entire
Democratic Party on his side.

They're writing him a
ticket straight to Albany.

And whose fault is that?
Who let him outplay you?

You don't understand
how this works, okay?

[Macedon] No, you
don't understand.

You made a lot of
promises to our community,

and, more importantly, you
made a lot of promises to me.

[melancholy music]

Are you a man of
your word or not?

♪♪

Certain things,
even I can't pull off.

Political comeback for
me right now is impossible.

No. That's where you're wrong.

♪♪

Book of Luke says

what's impossible with man

is possible with God.

♪♪

Then tell the good
Lord to get off His ass

and send me a miracle.

♪♪

[man over the
radio] weather today,

we'll see periods
of sporadic rain

as a band of low pressure
reaches the region.

- Councilman Tate?
- What can I do for you, Chris?

Sorry if this is a bad time, uh,

but I was wondering if I could
get a letter of recommendation.

Ah, that won't be necessary.

This campaign isn't
over. You have my word.

Oh, okay. Uh, um, that's great.

Why'd you go to the office
this morning? Warner is furious.

He's this close to shutting
the whole thing down.

If he finds out I'm
letting you participate...

[Chris] It looks like I'm gonna
be out of a job any minute now.

Is Ramona hiring?

Damn. Tate must be
hot. Can't imagine anyone

more motivated to
help us nail St. Patrick.

Councilman Tate, can we
speak with you for a minute?

- No interviews, please.
- Oh, no, we're not press.

We're with a special
FBI-DOJ task force

investigating James St. Patrick.

How'd you like to help
us put him behind bars?

[dramatic ethereal music]

♪♪

How may I help?

My brothers. Country
boys in the city.

I want to thank y'all both
for coming all this way

on such short notice,
and I got some good news.

Turns out, I won't be
needing your services after all.

How is that good news for me?

'Cause you ain't
gotta kill nobody.

You can just go on back home,
like nothing ever happened,

because nothing did happen.

So what about my goddamn money?

Come on, now, Croop.

You know I can't pay
you for a job you didn't do.

But seeing as though
we go way back,

I'm gonna arrange something
special for your troubles, okay?

Dad, it sounds like he trying
to say he hired somebody else.

No. No, no, no.

I-I didn't say that, Carter.

Fuck. Oh, sh...

You know what?
I think you right.

Rashad, you the same
shady motherfucker you was

back when you was a cop.

I mean, be real with me.

Who are you paying
to take this nigga out?

Yeah, because whoever it is,

we can do it faster and cheaper.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Not cheaper.

But we will get the job
done. Now, who's the mark?

Fellas, please,
listen to me, okay?

Croop, there is no mark.

No, you listen to me.

Now, you done had us drive
all the way up here to New York

just to kill this motherfucker.

Now, if his ass turns up dead,

ain't nothing stopping
you from implicating us.

So take your pick.

Either we killing this
nigga, or we killing you.

Ticktock, nigga.

[Glen Campbell] ♪
Singing the same old song ♪

♪ I know every crack in
these dirty sidewalks... ♪

Finally. I didn't think New
York had no shit like this.

Dad, can I ask you a question?

Um, why can't we
listen to black music,

like normal black people?

- This is black people music.
- No, no, no, no.

This is "lynch
black people" music.

Boy, let me tell you something.

Country, bluegrass,
Southern rock...

All that derives
straight from the blues.

You know where
the banjo come from?

West goddamn Africa.

And line dancing... that ain't
nothing but the Electric Slide,

so when I tell you
this is our culture,

that's what the hell it is.

Don't let nobody
tell you different.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

♪♪

Hey, Dad, look.

[Glen] ♪ On a horse in
a star-spangled rodeo ♪

Bye-bye. You look good.

[Ramona] Thanks. So do you.

♪♪

Let's follow his ass.

[Glen Campbell] ♪ From
people I don't even know... ♪

[Croop] And what do we do now?

I know, Dad.

Learn the target's schedule.

♪♪

I can't believe you actually
passed their background check.

And yet I did,

and there's not a goddamn
thing you can do about it.

Yeah, I saw your
little broadcast.

Is there a word
stronger than "smug"?

What, you can't celebrate
another brother's good fortune?

Well, not when
it's at my expense,

but I'm not here for that, okay?

Listen, I need to warn
you about something.

- You want to warn me?
- Yes.

What, about how cutthroat
the political game is?

Come on, Rashad. You don't
think I figured that shit out?

That's how I beat you. That's
how I stole your fucking dream.

Please, just listen.
It's very important.

I fucked up, man, and
I made a huge mistake.

You're goddamn right
you made a huge mistake.

You tried to take me on,

and you knew you
couldn't fucking beat me,

but I'ma forgive you
for that, my nigga,

or at least I will,

as soon as you get
rid of that bitter bullshit

and just simply admit
that I'm better at this

than you could ever be.

[dark music]

There's a whole lot that
can be said about me, James,

but a sore loser ain't it.

♪♪

I know when I'm beat.

Congratulations.

♪♪

Well, losing is a skill.

I'm glad you've become
such an expert at it, Rashad.

So what's your next move?

Well, I'm throwing a
big party here tonight

to celebrate my nomination.

I will add you
to the guest list.

I don't want the Democratic
leadership to forget about your name.

Hmm.

- I thank you for the invitation.
- [cell phone buzzes]

And thank you for
coming to kiss the ring.

It's the least I can do.

Listen, I gotta rock, okay?

My son is on the way.
I'll see you tonight.

♪♪

His son. Fuck.

Damn it, James.

Listen, there's some
really, really bad...

Your bitch ass just don't know

when to motherfucking
quit, do you?

Here I am, trying to
help you save face,

and you just keep
fucking pushing your luck.

You keep doing that shit, and
I'ma change my mind, okay?

Get the fuck out of my club.

♪♪

Large black coffee
to go, please.

Got it. One large...

Oh, my God.

You're Rashad Tate.

- [man] What'd she say?
- [chuckles]

Yeah. Hi. Uh,
can I also have a...

Hey, Brenda.

Look who's here!

[phone camera clicks]

Oh, I can't believe
this. I can't believe this.

I've been telling... I've
been telling everybody

that you are gonna be the
best governor that we ever had.

- Is that right?
- Yep.

Even got my whole neighborhood
hyped to vote for you too.

[laughs] Nice. Nice.

[laughs] Do you mind
if I livestream this?

Uh, if you think it's necessary.

Uh, sorry, Councilman, do
you mind if I get a picture?

My wife will kill me if I don't.

- Oh, of course.
- Here we go.

- [man] That's him!
- Thank you.

[woman] He's taking
selfies with everyone.

- Come on!
- Oh, another one.

[man] Hey, yo,
Mr. Tate, can I get one?

Excuse me. Sorry.

I know it's lame, but
can I get your autograph?

My class is, like,
literally studying

your prison reform
proposals right now.

Is that right? Okay.

Yo, guess who just walked in.

I'm sure it's him. I'm
looking at him right now.

You know what, girl?
Tate better not drop out.

He's the only one I'd vote for.

- That'll be $2.59.
- Don't listen to her.

It's on the house. Is there
anything else I can get you?

WO[man] Wow, I can't
believe he just walked in here.

Why don't we, uh,
take a group photo?

- Oh!
- [woman] Yeah!

Get in here.

On the count of three,
"Team Tate." One. Two. Three.

[all] Team Tate!

How'd you get in here?

Rule number one, Rashad.

When you fire a subordinate
after banging her brains out,

change the locks.

You weren't fired, Cassandra.

You scammed your way
into a congressional seat.

That's one way of putting it.

At any rate, I wanted to
tell you how sorry I was

to hear about your campaign.

Ramona really
did you dirty, huh?

Doesn't matter. Turns out,

people in this city still
got a lot of love for me.

Yeah, I saw your little
coffee shop stunt online.

It was clever...

and a potential headache
for the Democratic Party.

How so?

You're giving voters false hope

that you might get
back into the race,

and we both know that
that is never gonna happen.

You want me to concede.

The party wants you to concede.

We need to close ranks
around our nominee.

And they sent you.

It's possible Ramona
may have suggested

that I could be of service,

remind you how
much you have to lose

without the party's support.

[somber music]

Lorette doesn't officially
have the nomination yet,

and until she does, fuck her.

♪♪

And fuck you too.

Rashad, I...

Leave my goddamn keys
on the table on your way out.

[scoffs]

[suspenseful music]

♪♪

[car alarm beeps]

♪♪

[laughs]

Yes, sir.

Stay focused, boy.
Don't get cocky.

Aw, come on, Dad.
I'm not. It's just one guy.

One guy is all it takes

for us not to make
it home tonight,

so you keep your guard
up until this motherfucker

ain't breathing no
more, you hear me?

- Yes, sir.
- You hear me?

Yes, sir. I hear
you. I hear you.

All right. You take the
right. I'ma take the left.

All we gotta do is
get him in the crossfire

and light his ass up.

♪♪

Yo, slow down.

♪♪

[softly] Shit.

That was your choice,
Tommy, not mine.

Say good night, motherfucker.

- [gunshot]
- What the fuck?

Shit.

♪♪

[gunshot]

[gunshots]

- [gun clicks]
- [gunshot]

Fuck! It's jammed!

Fuck.

Go, go. Get out of here! Go!

♪♪

[gunfire]

Go! I got this!

- [gunshot]
- Agh!

Shit, shit, shit.

[Ghost] Tommy!

♪♪

Oh, shit. You ain't Italian.

♪♪

[gunshots]

Who's there?

Councilman Tate. Hey.

Chris, what are you
doing back here?

Just came back for this.

Forgot I stored all
my contacts on it.

Technically, that's
property of the campaign,

including everything
that's on it.

Right. I know.

That's why I'm gonna
just download everything

and-and put it back.

I mean, you don't have
any use for it anymore, right?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Either way, um, you've done
some really great work for me,

and you do deserve
a nice parting gift, so...

[dramatic music]

Thank you, Councilman.
I really appreciate

you understanding
everything that I...

Get your bitch ass out of here!

- Hey, what the hell, man?
- What, you want another one?

Huh? 'Cause I won't miss.

Go right now.

What do you want, Andre?

- I'm just here to help, bro.
- As you can see,

I'm doing really,
really great. Thank you.

Look, I got some
valuable information

on the St. Patricks.

What you know about Tariq?

♪♪

[cell phone rings]

- Rashad Tate.
- [Carter] You motherfucker.

You never said there
was gonna be two of 'em.

Who is this?

You know who the
fuck this is, man.

My father is dead
because of you.

That nigga that
you sent us after,

he was not by himself,
like you said he would be.

♪♪

S-sorry. Uh,
you're-you're breaking up.

- I can't quite hear you.
- No, I'm not fucking breaking up.

I know you can fucking hear me!

Wrong number. Please
don't call this number again.

Shit. Shit!

[bell chimes]

Hey, good sister Tasha.

I know you wanted to see
me in person, and I'm glad,

because there's some
information that's come my way

I think might be
of interest to you.

- Rashad...
- James is planning

to throw Tariq under the bus.

What are you talking about?

Does the name Raymond
Jones ring a bell?

[disquieting music]

Even if it did, h-how would
you know anything about him?

- James told me.
- Yeah, right.

James wouldn't just
volunteer information like that

from the goodness of his heart.

He doesn't even have a heart.

I heard it with my own ears.

He's gotta distance
himself from Tariq's actions

in order to walk into
Albany with a clean slate,

and he'll do just that
unless you stop him, Tasha.

♪♪

You know, starting to
sound like you and James

are up to something,

and now you're trying to
use me to double-cross him.

No, it's not even
like that. I swear.

Tasha, you gotta
go to the police.

You gotta tell 'em everything
you know about James.

Blow him the fuck up.

But you gotta do
it right now, okay?

Because by the
time he's elected,

he's gonna be unstoppable.

Don't you get it, Rashad?

He's already unstoppable.

There's nothing I
can do about that.

Not even to save your own son?

♪♪

[Elijah] I got an A
on my class project.

[Tate] An A? You're
supposed to get an A-plus.

Come on, give me the trash.

Come on, give it to me.
I got it. Go back inside.

We're gonna talk about
bringing that up to an A-plus.

[Elijah] All right.
- [door clicks shut]

[Carter] Yeah, I knew your
ass was gonna come out there

sooner or later, nigga.

♪♪

Carter, what you doing here?

Your boy St. Patrick
running around

with a fucking white dude.
We ran slam into a trap!

That sound like a beef
between you and them, not me.

I'm the one who tried to call
the whole thing off, remember?

I told y'all to go home,

but you-you and Croop
just wouldn't listen.

You keep my father's
name out your fucking mouth.

I had to leave him back there,
or I would have been dead too.

Hey, look, Carter.

I'm really sorry about what
happened to your pops, okay?

♪♪

Fuck. He didn't have my
number on him, did he?

I said shut the fuck up!

- [gun cocking]
- [Tate coughs]

You wanted blood? Hmm?

Now I want blood, so
this is what we gonna do.

We gonna walk inside,

and you gonna sit down,

and you gonna watch me
kill your brother, your nephew,

your whole fucking family.

♪♪

We ain't going in that house.

♪♪

My family ain't got
shit to do with this.

♪♪

- [gunshot]
- Agh!

[mournful music]

[Tate] Oh, shit.

You all right?

Yeah. I'm good. How
did you know that he...

[Kamaal] I heard
yelling, looked out back,

saw this guy waving
a gun in your face.

What the fuck happened?

♪♪

[Tate] So then
after that, I was like,

"Just take my
wallet, good brother.

I'd rather you rob
me than to be out here

terrorizing the good people

that live in this neighborhood."

He could have come up in here.

Yeah, I know. I
know. He didn't, babe.

It's okay.

So you saying it's
just a mugging?

I wouldn't say "just"
a mugging, Kamaal.

Something was going
on with this dude.

I could see it in his eyes.

He definitely was
hopped up on something.

So you saying it was
a crackhead mugging?

Why you gotta say it like that?

Because, Rashad,

ain't that many crackhead
muggers around here.

In fact, the neighborhood
has gotten a lot safer

in the last few years.

If you come around here more
often, man, maybe you know.

Rashad, he could
have killed you.

[melancholy music]

Maybe it wasn't my time.

♪♪

Thanks, 'Maal.

It's okay, 'Shad.

♪♪

- [cell phone buzzes]
- Uh, sorry, I...

Oh, damn. Um...

there's an emergency over
at my headquarters. I gotta go.

You gotta leave now?

It's an emergency.

♪♪

This is the big emergency?

Y'all couldn't wait till
tomorrow morning to do this?

Democratic Party property.
They wanted it back tonight.

- [Tate] The cart belong to them too?
- Sorry.

- We need to talk.
- Sergeant Rodriguez, listen.

I'm glad that you're here.

I have some thoughts about
my testimony I'll be giving, so...

Thank you for your cooperation,

but I'm afraid we won't
need your testimony after all.

[desolate music]

What do you mean?

Judge Tapper won't
give us an arrest warrant

for St. Patrick.

He shut us down.

Well, maybe you just
need some more time,

you know, to build a case.

It's over.

James St. Patrick is gonna walk

all the way to Albany.

♪♪

Success or failure
lies beyond our control.

We are the playthings
in the hands of the gods.

Thank you, Simon,

but I'm really not in the
mood for Shakespeare

or Walt Whitman
or whoever the hell.

That was a traditional
African war chant.

Loosely translated, of course,

but I assumed
you'd recognize it.

- What do you want?
- It's not what I want, Rashad.

It's what we want.

Hello.

It's after hours. Make a
goddamn appointment.

Well, I would, but it looks

like you don't have
an office staff anymore.

What Lorette means
is that we're here

to make a humble request.

You can ask whatever you want,

but I'm pretty sure
the answer is no.

Of course. That's why
we came here tonight,

to give you ample time
to consider the big picture.

Hear us out. Sleep on it.

Maybe you'll feel
differently in the morning.

Feel differently about what?

About giving the
Walsh/St. Patrick ticket

your formal endorsement.

♪♪

Did I say that, uh, my
answer would be no?

Uh, my bad.

I mean hell fucking
no! Why would I do that?

Rashad, there's no
way that you can win.

You are literally a
one-man band at this point.

Then why do you need
my endorsement so badly?

Optics. Party unity.

Call it what you want,
but an endorsement

will be good for
me in the short run

and better for
you in the long run.

Even if you manage to reanimate

your dead political
career someday,

people are not going to vote

for a man that they
remember as a sore loser.

I'll always be
remembered as a man

who stood by his
principles, Lorette.

You, on the other hand...

Well, you'll always
be a white woman

with double-digit unfavorables
among black and brown voters.

That's why you're here.

You've been pandering
for the black vote

so damn long, you
don't know how to stop.

You know, you're right.

But now I've got James
St. Patrick for that.

Good-bye, Rashad.

[dark music]

♪♪

- [Dre] Yo.
- Dre, it's Tate.

- What up?
- I'm ready to meet.

I'm on my way.

♪♪

After tonight, I'm the only one
who's gonna know your new name.

You want to stay off the radar,
then you stand by your word.

If you don't, well, everybody's
gonna be looking for...

Eric Anthony Davidson.

[scoffs]

I got the plate
number and everything.

♪♪

Andre, if you don't do it,

you're gonna be running from
James for the rest of your life.

Man, you ain't got
shit to worry about,

'cause you just payin' me to
do something I'd do for free.

♪♪

Now, don't forget.

♪♪

You only get one shot at this.

All I need is one shot.
Don't worry about this shit.

Ghost is dying tonight,

and this conversation
never happened.

Need a gun?

I'm good. I got my own, man.

[cell phone buzzing]

♪♪

'Maal, hey.

[Kamaal] How much longer
you gonna be at the office?

I'm-I'm just finishing up
here. Why, what's good?

Sit tight. I'ma be
there in a minute.

Yeah, sure.

[Kamaal] I had to
call in that shooting,

so, uh, we're gonna need
an official statement from you.

What for? Y'all shoot
people all the time.

You can take care
of this without me.

I'ma need you to run
it down for me again.

I've already told
you everything.

I know. Tell me again.

You know, 'Maal, if
I didn't know better,

I'd think that you were looking
for, uh, holes in my story.

Nah, I'm just trying
to make it make sense,

'cause something
in my gut is telling me

you leaving something out.

Like what?

Like, was that really
some random robbery,

or was dude gunning
for you for a reason?

- Wasn't nobody gunning for me.
- [scoffs]

Shit, it ain't my fault that you
never moved out the hood.

Nigga can't even
take out the trash

without ending up in the
sequel to fucking New Jack City.

- Okay, here we go.
- Yeah, yeah. Here we go.

It ain't about where I
choose to live, 'Shad,

'cause last time I checked,
wasn't no bloodshed

on my block till
your ass popped up.

Oh, wow. Okay, you know what?

You've been wearing that uniform

a little too long, big bro.

NYPD got your
head all fucked up.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- It means that every black man

- you see is a suspect.
- What?

Guilty until proven innocent.

Okay, I get you. See, that's
that shit you be pulling down there

with them white motherfuckers at
city hall, but that ain't working with me.

All I'm saying is, unlike you, I
got people who depend on me,

so I'm sorry if I
ask a few questions

that hurt your
motherfucking feelings.

Just know I'ma do what I
gotta do to protect my family.

I'm your family too, 'Maal.

[engine revs]

Okay, I think we're good here.

Yeah. No reason
to drag this thing out.

[Claremont] Anything
else you want to tell us

before we wrap this up?

I don't think so.

I mean, other than
the fact that I'm...

really sorry all this shit
happened in the first place, man.

Don't lose any sleep over it.

We ran the kid's
prints. From D.C.

Couple of priors.
Mostly minor stuff.

Nice work, Tate.
Probably stopped him

- from growing up to be a master criminal.
- [detectives laugh]

[Kamaal] A man is dead, fellas.

The least we could do
is show a little respect.

What's your problem, man?
You're the one who killed him.

And stopped him from
possibly killing your brother,

so quit acting like
this ain't a clean shoot.

I just don't think we
need to be talking like this

in front of a witness.

[Claremont] A
witness? Come on, now.

Rashad's an ex-cop.

As far as I'm concerned,
he's still one of us.

Damn right. Once
a cop, always a cop.

[Kamaal] All right, man.
Let me get you out of here.

[Claremont] Whoa,
not so fast, Kamaal.

Officer-involved shooting means
you're gonna have to surrender your gun.

Claremont, are you
fucking kidding me?

[Simonson] Hey, you
know it's just a formality.

Restrictive duty until we
finish up the paperwork.

- [knock at door]
- [door bangs]

Jesus, Terry. What the fuck?

Sorry, guys, but
we got shots fired

at Truth nightclub in
the Meatpacking District.

Holy shit. That's James
St. Patrick's place.

[Terry] Yeah. Captain says
he wants all hands on deck.

If you're in the building,
you're on this goddamn case.

Those were his exact words.

Was anybody hurt?

Um, I'm just curious.

I've had some
dealings with St. Patrick.

I'm hearing one
fatality. That's all I know.

Shit. Looks like you
dodged a bullet, Kamaal.

Fuck restrictive duty. You
want to come with, Rashad?

No. Claremont, come
on, man. He's a civilian.

Fuck that. Your
brother's no civilian.

What's he gonna do,
fuck up a crime scene?

Come on. Let's roll.

Come on!

[officer] Roll out! Roll out!

[siren wailing]

Why do I feel like this
shooting is connected

to the shit you've
gotten yourself into?

Oh, my God. What kind of shit
have I gotten myself into, 'Maal?

That's what I'm
trying to figure out.

Do you even hear
what you're saying?

How am I involved in a
shooting that literally happened

when I was sitting in a
police station with you?

Rashad, I'm a New York
City cop and a parent.

You know how many times a day
people try to run bullshit past me?

I'm telling you now,
I cannot help you

if I don't know the whole story.

♪♪

All right, listen...

I knew it. I fucking
knew it, man.

Would you just chill the
fuck out and let me get it out?

There's this dude
named Andre Coleman

who might have killed
James St. Patrick tonight.

How you know?

Hey, let me just finish
saying what I gotta say.

If Andre did what
he think he did,

he might try to
implicate me in the crime.

How, man? You
ain't shoot nobody.

Like you said, you
was with the police.

He might say that
I paid him to do it.

Did you?

- No.
- Don't lie to me, man.

I swear, okay? Now, I
could have it all wrong.

It could be the
other way around.

Maybe James St. Patrick
is the one who killed Andre.

Maybe you don't know,
but if I was a betting man,

I'd put my money on whatever
outcome lets you land on your feet,

'cause you the luckiest
nigga on the fucking planet.

- How am I lucky?
- My whole life, man,

all I seen you do is win.

Even if it was the
slightest chance

that shit will work
in your favor, it will.

You don't know what
you're talking about.

I do know what
I'm talking about,

'cause I'm the one
who had to work hard

- for the little shit I have.
- You know what?

You are the one who
gets all the good shit.

You got the family. You
got the amazing son.

You got a beautiful wife.

You got a taxpayer-funded job,

taxpayer-funded
pension in a few years,

and on top of all that,
you bought a house

that you're living in
with a government loan.

If anybody hit the
lick, it's not me. It's you.

Just tell me if I'ma have to
arrest you after all this is over.

No. My hands are clean.

Of course they are.

You better stay lucky.

[siren wailing]

♪♪

Uh-uh. You staying in the car.

- I'm not gonna touch nothing.
- I know you won't,

'cause you staying
your ass in the car.

I'm dead-ass,
Rashad. I'll be back.

[desolate music]

♪♪

[gun cocking]

♪♪

Councilman Tate! I
thought that was you.

Mind if we get a quick reaction?

Oh, hi, Jeannie.
Good to see you again.

Well, not exactly

under the best
circumstances, though, right?

Uh, no. Uh, you're right.

Uh, listen, if you
don't mind, uh,

I'd like to let the police
do their jobs tonight.

Uh, my office will have a
statement for you tomorrow morning,

once we figure out everything.

We're actually
live right now, sir.

Oh. [Clears throat] Of course.

Uh, like I was saying,

now is not the time for
anyone to rush to conclusions.

We need to give our
brave first responders

an opportunity to assess

exactly what went
on here tonight,

and then we can
chart a path forward.

And has anyone from
the Democratic Party

reached out to you yet?

What are their thoughts on how
the death of James St. Patrick

will impact the
gubernatorial race?

♪♪

James St. Patrick's
story is America's story.

Both born in turmoil.

Both blessed with
a unique set of gifts.

Both carried
limitless potential.

Sadly, Mr. St. Patrick

was unable to rise above
his personal struggles.

Which is why I'm
urging every New Yorker

within the sound of my voice

to join me in a
moment of silent prayer,

because in these troubled times,

the only thing that we can
rely on is our higher power.

Even though we're all
fighting our private battles

and sometimes victory
seems impossible,

just remember what
the good book says.

"What's impossible with
man is possible with God."

♪♪

Are we clear?

How was that?

That... was amazing.

- [laughs]
- Wow.

♪♪

What now, 'Maal?

I'm just wondering how you
come up with all that bullshit so fast.

♪♪

Practice, my brother.

You got it, bro?

- You winning, man.
- Is it straight?

- You look good.
- Uh, if by "good," you mean awful.

- [both] His fault.
- Jinx. [Laughs]

- Y'all should be embarrassed.
- Get me right, sis.

I got you.

[car doors slam]

They're here.

-Simone, go answer the door.

- [doorbell rings]
- You ready?

- I was born ready.
- That you were.

[Simone] Hi.

Hi. You must be Mrs. Tate.

Call me Simone. Come on in.

Thank you, Simone. Please.

Good morning, Rashad.

Steven Ott. Lorette Walsh.

Please meet my family:
my brother, Kamaal...

- How are you?
- My nephew, Elijah,

and you've already met
my sister-in-law, Simone.

Yes. Hey, Elijah.

Oh, let's give you
guys some privacy.

- Yeah, we should. Welcome to our home.
- Thank you so much.

[Tate] Please, come on in.

Okay, so look. I, uh...

I know everyone's in a bit
of shock, but this is politics,

and unfortunately, things
have to move quickly.

I understand. Of course.

Lorette, is there
something you'd like to say?

Rashad, what happened
to James last night

was horrible,

but, as Steven said,
time is of the essence.

Are you ready to
accept our offer?

I'm gonna need to
hear the offer again.

There's no need to
twist the knife, Rashad.

We all know why we're here.

Oh. You know, the last few
hours have been pretty hectic.

I've been fielding
phone calls all night,

and all those conversations
tend to blend together

in my head, so yeah.

Whatever you're
planning on offering,

I'm just gonna need to
hear it one more time.

Rashad Tate, I'm
here to formally ask you

to be my candidate for
lieutenant governor of New York.

Run with me.

Please.

I am happy to run, Lorette.

- Just not as your lieutenant.
- What?

It's governor or nothing.
Take it or leave it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
That is not what we negotiated

on the phone, and you know that.

Well, I've had some
time to think about it.

You've hitched your
wagon to a man whose body

is laying in the county
morgue right now.

Mm-hmm? Your brand is fucked.

The way I see it,
the Democratic Party

needs me more than I need you.

[Lorette] God damn you, Tate.

If you think that we're
gonna stand here

and let you turn this tragedy
into some kind of opportunity...

[Steven] Lorette,

why don't you
go wait in the car?

Excuse me?

Are you out of your mind?

You're not seriously
considering this.

I'm afraid Rashad's got a point.

Well, fuck his point!

I certainly didn't drag
myself all the way here

to watch the two of
you screw me over.

Lorette, there's a
child in the house,

so I'm gonna ask you to
lower your voice, please.

Don't even think
about this, Steven.

Oh, I will end you.

Let me remind you that I call
the shots here, Lorette, not you,

so you can either
go wait in the car

or call yourself a cab.

It's up to you.

[suspenseful music]

♪♪

[door slams]

♪♪

[applause]

- God is good.
- [all] All the time.

That's right. God is good.

[all] All the time!

I'm here today because

the great state of New York

stands at a crossroad.

- [woman] Yeah.
- [man] All right.

No matter what color you are,

your religious beliefs,

or your social status,

this upcoming election

offers each and every
one of us a choice.

[woman] Yes, it does.

[Tate] And the whole
country is waiting to see

which path we choose,

because New York leads the way.

[cheers and applause]

To the little black
boy from Queens

who fought for a
quality education,

to the worker from Cooperstown

who is worthy of
a livable wage...

[cheers and applause]

To the immigrant
that became a citizen

who needs to know
that her voice is heard

all the way in Albany,
I say to you again

that New York leads the way!

I don't think they hear me.

- They don't hear me.
- [laughs] Tell them.

I said, I said,

New York leads the
way. Let me hear you.

[all] New York leads the
way! New York leads the way!

Say it like you mean it!

[all] New York leads the way!

New York leads the way!

So if you believe like I do,

if you dream like I do,

if you have faith like I do,

then join me in leading the way.

[cheers and applause]

Because together...

Together, there's no limit
to what we can achieve.

We can make the
impossible possible.

[rousing music]

And that is why it is
with my deepest gratitude

that I accept the
Democratic nomination

for the governor of New York.

Thank you, and God bless you.

And may God bless New
York. New York leads the way.

[all] New York leads the way!

[Tate] New York leads the way!

[all] New York leads the way!

New York leads the way!
New York leads the way!

- [Steven] We're on our way.
- [Tate] Indeed. Absolutely.

Congratulations, Rashad.

[desolate music]

You pulled off quite
the reversal of fortune.

You should have never
bet against me, boo.

♪♪

- [reporters clamoring]
- [camera shutters clicking]

[man] Oh, man, great speech.

- [Tate] How'd I do?
- [Kamaal] You killed it.

I mean, all I saw up
there was the scrawny kid

who had sold my brand-new bike
to Big Ronnie when I was eight,

but they seemed to
be into your speech.

Can I go one week without
hearing about that damn bike, 'Maal?

I'm just saying,
it was brand-new.

I ain't even get
to ride it once.

I'll buy you a
new one, all right?

Besides, you could use
the cardio. Listen, I gotta go.

Yeah. I need to tell
you something, man.

Andre Coleman is dead.

[disquieting music]

He is? How?

Killed in prison.

Somebody set him
on fire in his cell.

Listen, we should talk
about this another time.

No, no, we don't
got to talk about it.

I just figured I'll let
you know, just in case

you felt like buying
some lottery tickets

on your way home.

'Cause I'm always so lucky.

Yeah. Things have a way
of working out in your favor.

- I'm out.
- All right.

- Love.
- Love.

Let's take another photo.

Hey! Peace!

[Kamaal] Say
good-bye to your uncle.

- Mwah.
- That was amazing.

Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you. Thank you.

[man] You were amazing, man!

Councilman Tate,
just one quick question.

Do you think the fact
that you once considered

James St. Patrick as
your lieutenant governor

reflects poorly
on your judgment?

You should probably talk to
Ramona Garrity about poor judgment.

She's the one who introduced
Mr. St. Patrick to my campaign.

[inaudible speaking]

In hindsight, I do regret
that I didn't find out sooner

that she was engaged
in an adulterous affair

with Mr. St. Patrick.

I'm sorry, what?
Could you repeat that?

I have no issue with
what two consenting adults

choose to do
behind closed doors,

but if he had no respect
for his own wife and children,

I can see why Ms.
Garrity didn't either.

Okay, I gotta go. Thank you.

- Hey, all right.
- [man] Over here!

Thank you so much. Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.
New York leads the way!

[all] New York leads the way!

Oh.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

This is for you.

Wow.

I think you'll find that check
will keep you swimming

in bottled water
for quite some time.

Yes, it will. Thank you, Simon.

Uh, one word of
advice, though, Rashad.

No more fishing off
the company pier.

Hire a professional if you must,

but I'm investing in a
scandal-free governor.

- Are we clear?
- Crystal.

Wouldn't have it any other way.

You'll need to play the game
at a much higher level now.

A lot more eyes will be on you.

- I know what I'm doing.
- I trust that you do.

I'll be in touch.

Simon?

[somber music]

Aren't you forgetting something?

Can't imagine
what that might be.

♪♪

An admission

that you made a mistake
backing Lorette Walsh

when you should
have been backing me.

Oh, Rashad.

I see you still
have a lot to learn.

You see, backing
Walsh was both politically

and financially expedient
for me at the time.

In other words, you
didn't have a prayer.

And now you do, so here we are.

No hard feelings, I hope?

No, not at all.

We both know what they say.

Politics makes
strange bedfellows.

Indeed they do.

[dramatic music]

Cheers.

♪♪

[exhales heavily]

[Rotimi's "I Can't Blame You"]

[Rotimi] ♪ Hol' up ♪

- ♪ I got issues ♪
- [moaning softly]

[Rotimi] ♪ Case you ain't know ♪

♪ Why you restin' alone ♪

♪ When you the
best thing for sure ♪

♪ That's my issue ♪

♪ Act like I don't know ♪

♪ I be out on the go ♪

♪ While you
stressin' at home... ♪

[moans]

Fuck. [laughs]

[Rotimi] ♪ But I still
stay the same, oh ♪

♪ Hopin' that it
ain't too late ♪

I see you still got it.

[laughs]

I never lost it.

[doorbell rings]

[laughs] You expecting somebody?

No.

I didn't order room
service, but I'll check it out.

- I never lost it.
- [doorbell ringing insistently]

Ah. [laughs]

[knock at door]

What the fuck, Rashad?

I mean, seriously,
what the actual fuck?

Hi, Ramona.

- Come on in.
- Fuck you!

You told a reporter that I
was sleeping with James?

- Well, weren't you?
- No.

And if you didn't know that,

then you should have kept
your goddamn mouth shut!

You know, I wish
I could tell you

that the truth will set
you free, Ramona,

but we both know that it won't.

Everywhere you go,
every job interview you take,

you're gonna be asked about
fucking a murdered drug dealer

for the rest of your career.

As a matter of fact,

I say your future in politics

is deader than
James St. Patrick.

[Cassandra] Ramona.

[laughs] Hi.

Jesus.

I thought I heard
your voice down there.

I should have known.

Yeah. You should've.

Cassandra stopped
by to reacquaint herself

with my polling.

- Mm.
- [scoffs]

[Tate chuckles]

You two fucking
deserve each other.

[giggles]

I can't lie. That got
me a little excited.

You ready for round two?

You know, uh, if you hurry,

you could split an
Uber with Ramona.

[laughs] What?

You didn't think this was,
like, a thing again, did you?

Rashad, I...

I'm just blowing off
some steam, okay?

I just needed to clear my head

before my big
campaign kicks off.

Are you seriously gonna
let me leave like this?

Is that what kind
of man you are?

Mm!

You know what? I almost forgot.

Thank you kindly for paying
for this wonderful room.

Nice taste.

You know, fuck you,
Rashad. Don't call me again.

We interrupt your regularly
scheduled programming

to bring you this
breaking news report.

The murderer of
local entrepreneur

and aspiring lieutenant
governor candidate.

James St. Patrick
has just been arrested.

Our team is just arriving
on the scene of the arrest.

Please stay tuned
for more details.

And we are live. Wait.

[dramatic music]

I'm being told we are about

to get our first
look at the suspect.

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Holy shit.

[mournful orchestral music]

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