All language subtitles for POWER - S01 E03 - This Is Real (720p - BluRay)

Previously on "Power"...

This club is the dream.

I have to admit I'm impressed.

You run a smooth
operation here, James.

When we met, what'd
you think I was gonna be?

The biggest goddamn
drug dealer in New York City.

Must be a reason you came
in the club the other night.

I got you something,
one for each of us.

Who can give us the
names, places, and dates

we need to convict Lobos?

We gotta open up this
store or Lobos will move on.

I issued a warrant for a Ruiz
lieutenant, Nomar Arcielo.

You want me to
rat on Felipe Lobos?

Wait till you hear
who else Nomar called.

- Isabel Ruiz.
- Víbora Ruiz's daughter?

Isn't she 14?

We do it right, it'll shut
this shit down for good.

- And if it doesn't?
- Then we go to war.

What the fuck?!

Ripped By mstoll.

Livin' the dream.

The line should
be 500 people long.

And I just took another
bag of cash to the safe.

Third time tonight.

- Good, huh?
- Not bad.

How's that compare
to Saturday night?

I mean, it doesn't.

To be fair, though,
it's a Tuesday.

I'm gonna go find
us some blow, okay?

Get this party started.

I know you, don't I?

- Are you an actress or model?
- I was in "Maxim" last month.

Just a two-page
spread, accessories.

I remember. I liked it.

So you really wanna party?

Grabbed that org chart of
the Lobos cartel you asked for.

Wanna eat or work first?

You really think Lobos
only meets his distributor

twice a year?

I was thinking we
should take another look

at the Federales' records.

What?

You're inspiring a third option.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Frankie warned
me to stay focused.

- Mm-hmm.
- We should work.

Mm-hmm. We will.

After.

I was thinking.

Lobos must be
using a proxy for his...

regular communication.

Oh, shit, that's amazing.

So, move over, then.

All right, hold
on. Wait your turn.

But I was thinking if we open
up a fifth night every week,

it's that much more money,
that much more exposure.

Too much exposure.
It's called overexposure.

Make the 500 people wait.

- What?
- Come here.

- Help!
- Move her head.

Wake up. Fuck off!

Sabrina, oh, my God. Sabrina!

- Get the medics now!
- How horrible!

Out. And have
someone block the door!

Redirect traffic to the
women's room upstairs.

- What did she take?
- Oh, my God.

Sweetheart, listen
to me. Listen to me.

- What did she take?
- Blow. Coke.

- But she only did two lines.
- Are you sure?

Cocaine cut with some bad shit.

- Hey, hey, hey, ma'am?
- Help her!

Wake up, wake up!

Come with me. Come here.

We gotta cut the strap off.

- Miss, can you hear me?
- Start compressions.

I almost did a line. Oh, my God.

- Five, six, seven, eight...
- Is she gonna be okay?

- I got a pulse.
- Yo, Jim, bring an ambulance around.

Okay, listen to me. Look.

There's gonna be an
ambulance downstairs,

it's gonna take both of
you to the hospital, okay?

When you get to the hospital,
they're gonna ask you what happened.

No. No, no! No, I
can't say anything

because her mom
will kill her and it'll be...

Look, if you keep your
mouth shut, she'll die anyway.

It was bad coke.

That's what happened.
That's all you have to tell 'em.

Told you having our own
EMTs was worth every penny.

10 minutes we would've waited
for 9-1-1, she'd be dead already.

Plus, no police, no
press. No one's the wiser.

And you, all that bad coke shit?

Impressive. Let me
grab you a drink, boss.

- I don't drink anymore.
- Still, you should celebrate.

When's the last
time you saved a life?

See, endorphins
make everything better.

Endorphins don't
help catch Lobos.

And you're half-naked
and still thinking about work.

I don't know whether to
be offended or impressed.

What the fuck?

You got a relay
call from the office.

There goes mine.

Looks like we're up.

Hey, baby.

Bed's awfully empty.

You coming home soon?

Yeah, soon.

Had a crazy night here.
Girl got some bad coke.

- She lived, but...
- Not our product.

Tasha, we don't do that here.

Then what's the
problem? Come home.

Yeah.

Soon as I'm done here,
I'll come straight home.

Okay.

Bye, baby.

Fucking classic. He
wanted to meet us here?

I know it's your task force,
but he's technically my C.I.

There's a protocol, so I'll lead
the interview, write the report.

What are you insinuating?

Not insinuating
anything, cowgirl.

I'm saying we both know
you'll cut corners to get a win.

In the courtroom, it's fine.

But the rules in the
field... Follow them.

Here we go.

- No, no, no, no.
- Maricón.

Good to see you,
too, papi. Over here.

Stay right here.

What do you got for us?

He says he's not talking to you.

Mm. Yeah, I got
the gist, thanks.

You called us.

So I assume you have some
information on Felipe Lobos...

You know, some sort
of video, audio recording.

Maybe a photograph
or two or a tip.

Who sells Lobos' drugs and
when and how it happens.

- Yeah, I got your tip.
- Mm-hmm.

Where the fuck you been?

Thought you died in there.

Wild night, man.

Come on, we got business
to discuss, real business.

Okay, go.

Retail side's been
locked up tight

since we sent those
body parts around town.

We're getting a big distro
shipment coming in day after next.

How are the corners?

Pretty fucking quiet.

Everyone knows a re-up's coming.

They'll be watching us.

It's time. Tell Julio.

Let's take a ride.
Tell him yourself.

Nah. Gotta get home.
Tasha's expecting me.

Oh, we gotta replace the girl
who got slashed, the courier.

Julio already handled
it. White chick, nice tits.

- I'll catch you later.
- Later.

Tommy told me you got shook
at the chop shop the other night.

I was good.

First chop shop I saw,

dude's head fell,
rolled across the floor

like a goddamn bowling ball.

Scared the shit out of me.

- Actually, your pops was there.
- He was?

It's okay to admit it fucked
you up for a minute, Shawn.

And he said it to me,
so I'm saying it to you.

It was Kanan who taught
us how to hold a saw.

He did? Jesus. I didn't
know he was like Tommy.

Pull over.

Look at me.

Ain't nobody like Tommy.

I'll talk to him.

I don't need you being a
part of the game like that.

Told your father
I'd take care of you.

Pops doesn't know shit
about taking care of me.

You need to go see
him, kid. Don't judge him.

Kanan did what he
had to do to survive.

We all do.

Hurry up, sleepyhead!
Our appointment's at 10:00.

Yeah, I can't go with you today.

The thing that happened last
night at the club with the girl...

I know you ain't serious.

- It's the first of the month.
- I know.

We dress nice, we
go in, all on the books.

We meet with the bankers.

This Mr. and Mrs. Black
Enterprise shit was your idea.

Yeah, but I think you can
handle it now... math team.

- Did you guys wear uniforms?

I shoulda never
told you about that.

You can never let it go.

Come on, Ghost, we
always go together.

I don't wanna go alone.

I gotta go to the club, baby.

You are a smart girl.

You got this.

I accompanied Agent Knox to
meet with our C.I. Nomar Arcielo.

I think he's gonna
be a great asset

in our search for
Lobos' distributor.

- He seemed evasive.
- He needs encouragement, sure.

Encouragement isn't
gonna do anything.

Street soldier like
Nomar doesn't know shit.

We should be honing
in on the primeras

who get Lobos' product.

The only primera
we know is Ruiz.

Yeah, but there are more.

We find them, they
lead us to the distributor.

- It's not your call.
- It's my call.

Agent Knox, follow
up with Nomar.

It's worth one more visit if
we can squeeze something out.

We're on it.

If you two are so confident,

start your search
for the big dogs.

See what you can unearth.

Looking forward to it.

- Morning, boss.
- Kantos.

"Which fresh-faced,
up-and-coming model

almost died while
powdering her nose

at the hottest new club in
the Meatpacking District?

This story's no lie."

I know I said having
in-house medics

would help us to
avoid bad press,

but the bathroom was
full of drunk women.

What I wanna know is, who
sold her blow in my club?

Bad, fucked-up, stepped-on blow.

Drugs are part
of the game, boss.

People want to
get high and party.

We do our best to control it, but
it's part of the business that we're in.

You need to control
who gets in here, period.

So now that the cops know
drugs are getting sold in here,

will they send
'em in straight up

or plainclothes cats or what?

I know you know how they work.

They, uh... ahem...

Come in the front door, usually.

Sniff around, they mess with us,

call us a public health
menace, we get shut down.

Before we get Cynthia
Sheridan to sign a contract,

we get shut down,
people move on, no way.

Like you said, boss, I
know how the cops work.

Let me show you something.

Shipment tomorrow
morning, you and Victor.

- It's on.
- All right.

That's Liliana
who just walked in?

- Yeah.
- Wow, that is one fucked-up grill.

Hey, dog,

she's doing good with
the count, though, man.

Glad she's good at something,

'cause ain't no one
gonna fuck her again.

I'd bet my dick she's
gonna snitch someday.

Yo, you want me to
take her out right now?

Nah.

We find the dealer ourselves

and deliver him
straight to the NYPD.

I don't fuck with cops.

Yeah, but maybe you should.

We save them work,
they get an arrest,

and they leave us alone.

What's this?

I've got the names of everyone
who's stepped foot in Truth.

- We swipe their licenses at the door.
- No shit.

Name, birth date,
height, weight, hair color.

- Address?
- Address, yeah.

Anything on a driver's license.

I was looking for
any familiar names

to narrow down our search.

I know a lot of dealers
from back in the day.

This go all the way
back to opening night?

Yup.

So until we find this guy, I
think we should consult a lawyer.

I mean, I don't want
this girl to read the "Post,"

see a payday, and try to sue.

- I got a guy on retainer. He's a...
- I know a lawyer.

- My guy specializes in this stuff.
- I got it.

That tech stock you
bought with our money...

risky move, isn't it?

Yeah, well, given the
size of your portfolio,

I wasn't really so worried.

Those Wash 'n' Folds really
seemed to pay off for you

and Mr. St. Patrick.

That's why it's a
great business, Alex.

People always
have dirty laundry.

What the fuck?

If everything's satisfac...

Pull up that goddamn log.

Kantos said he knew a lawyer,

I told him I had
a better option.

I don't usually do
in-person consultations,

but just this once I'll
make an exception.

Oh.

I'm sorry about the other day.

You had to work. I get it.

But it does feel like you're
always running off somewhere.

You'd think I'd be
used to it by now.

Oh.

Not gonna let me
off that easy, are you?

Nope.

So you think the girl
really has a case?

Let's not use the word "case."

Look, as a lawyer, I
shouldn't be here at all.

But as your friend, I'd say

someone ODs in your
club, you have limited liability

unless you provided the
drugs, which obviously you didn't.

So when I get in there...

I think you should talk to her,

ask her how she's doing.

Show her you care.

It's not about getting
out of a lawsuit,

it's about avoiding getting
into one in the first place.

My manager thinks we
should work with the cops

to find the dealer,
but you know,

coming from our neighborhood,
that's a terrible idea, right?

- Not necessarily.
- Shit.

Coming up, NYPD was 007.

That badge gave
them license to kill.

We'd see the cops
coming and we'd run.

Even if we were just hanging
on the corner, remember?

I remember.

Not all cops are like that.

It's not a bad idea to
have a few on your side.

- Come up with me.
- Nah.

The whole thing goes sideways

if she thinks you brought
a lawyer to cover your ass,

even though you kind of did.

Yeah.

Guess we could've
done this on the phone.

- You didn't need to come.
- Yeah, I did.

I mean, you've worked
so hard for the club,

I wanna make
sure it all works out.

Chardonnay at the lower bar.

Do champagne up top, near VIP.

- Mrs. St. Patrick.
- Is my husband upstairs?

He went out.

You want me to let him
know you stopped by?

Don't worry yourself
about it. I'll wait in his office.

It's probably locked.

Then I'll need the key.

Looks good. Blood
pressure's good.

Call me if you need anything.

Just press the button.

I'm James St. Patrick,

the owner of the
nightclub where you...

How you feeling?

My mother is flying
in from the Ukraine.

My agency, they
want me to go to rehab.

I can't believe this happened.

You're not the first
person to use drugs.

And you're not the first person
to buy bad drugs off an asshole.

I feel pretty stupid.

This kind of a bad thing,
maybe it's the push you need

to start heading in
a better direction.

This asshole dealer, you
happen to remember his name,

- what he looks like?
- No.

I don't want this to
happen to anyone else.

Hey there. Have you seen James?

Big boss isn't here yet.

Big boss? What's that make me?

Hey, what's your name?

Why would that matter?

I want to know more
about you, that's all.

You want to fuck me.

Don't need to know
my name for that.

Hey, listen, what do
I need to say here?

I don't know. Come
up with something.

See you later, boss.

What the fuck is her problem?

She's a bitch.

So you one of my bosses, too?

I am.

I'm Tommy. And your name is?

- Dominique.
- Dominique.

So you like working
here, Dominique?

Yeah, suing was the
last thing on her mind.

She's just a scared kid.

You were right
about talking to her.

Um, let me buy you
lunch as a thank-you.

I can't. I gotta go.

Things are blowing up at work.

Again.

- That day in the museum...
- Mm-hmm.

My boss told me
not to get distracted.

But somehow when
it comes to you...

Well, then stay.

Let's just go.

Be alone for a while.

I want to, but...

Bye, Jamie.

We thought we'd shift our focus.

Aníbal Santalises is a primera

of the Sangre Fuerte
set of Hermanos Taínos.

Came onto our radar
because last week

he received a special delivery.

Severed human foot.

- Shit.
- What are you talking about?

You sat on this for a week?

My contact just got back to me.

This has Lobos
written all over it.

That's pure speculation.

My contacts on the street

believe that Ruiz got
sent an appendage, too.

We know Ruiz is
connected to Lobos,

so maybe Anibal is, too.

This is ridiculous. I
didn't authorize this.

I did.

It's speculation, but it's
worth following up on.

Nice work.

Could Frankie and
I have the room?

I really wish you'd told
me you authorized this.

I need to be in the loop
on this investigation.

You're here. You're
officially in all loops.

Let me ask you this.
What is your goal here?

- I don't know what you mean.
- You see?

I gave you an
opportunity to say,

"The successful
prosecution of Felipe Lobos."

You're not here to
beat Saxe or Medina.

We're here together, all of us,

to put a fucking
drug dealer in jail.

Any move that gets
us closer to that result

is the best move, right?

Right.

And with Nomar, you
have anything new?

That's what I thought.

Ready?

Thanks.

Flatfeet are a bitch.

You're lucky you
got your mama's.

So you got any news from
that doctor you been seeing?

Nothing new.

Well, what'd he say?

No improvement.

The treatment didn't work.
My knee's busted for good.

Then find another doctor.
It's only been six months.

I gotta face it, Pops.
I can't ball anymore.

So you gotta face it, too.

So what you doing instead?

I got a new job.

Driving Uncle G.

And he says hey, by the way.

And when you get out, he's got a
whole franchise all ready for you.

I always... I always knew
this day would come, man.

He treat you right?

Yeah, he does.

He keeps telling
me about you, too.

What you taught him,
how close y'all were.

I guess I got a lot to learn.

Listen, if you ever need to
talk about some shit going down,

some shit you
can't tell Ghost...

Burner. Guards keep me stocked.

I know you gonna
do me proud, son.

Come on, gotta move.

Let's go.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Help the fuck out
or fuck the fuck off.

All right.

What, do you think we're
hosting a party here this morning?

Nah, I'm fucking
the doughnut chick.

- And you get free doughnuts?
- Mm.

- Shit, yeah, as many as I want.
- Think I could bang her, too?

Let's go.

- Usual drop?
- No doubt.

All right, bet.

Doughnuts are good, man.

Man, you and those
fucking doughnuts, dog.

Get out of the fucking car, now.

Hands up.

Put it down.

You, too, get the
fuck out. By the wall.

Let's go.

All right, man, hey, calm
the fuck down, all right?

Shut the fuck up.

Turn around.

I just want the van.
Nobody's got to get hurt.

That's not the way I see it.

The way I see it, you're
gonna get hurt real bad

unless you tell me
what I need to know.

Has Nomar Arcielo called
in? He hasn't answered my...

Agent Knox's last few
attempts to make contact.

Of course he
recognizes the number.

He's ignoring us on purpose.

Nomar, call in now.

Fuck this. Fuck protocol.

- Yeah.
- Got the guy.

Victor's got the product.

Okay, we need a
name, who sent him,

how'd they know
where to find us?

Duh, I'm on it.

You don't got Shawn
with you, do you?

- Nope.
- All right.

I know you liked popping his cherry
on the wetwork in the warehouse,

but I want you to
lay off for a while.

And I want you to
move that Dominique girl

to the VIP section at the club.

She's good.

Good at what?

I told you not to touch
the merchandise, Tommy.

Like that.

Ghost, we need to talk.

I got to get to the club, babe.

Big surprise.

- Okay.
- You want to know what's going on?

I'm trying to find the
dealer that sold that girl

the bad shit that
almost killed her

so we can turn him
over to the cops.

So now you're a snitch?

That's what you
take from all that?

- Daddy.
- It's okay, baby. It's okay.

I got a business to run...
we keep the cops happy,

which keeps 'em off
our backs, that's it.

As long as I've known you,
you ain't never been worried

about keeping no cops happy.

You want to do this right now?

Nah, I don't.

Okay, baby.

Come on, honey.

Come on, let's go find Big Mama.

I got some business
to take care of.

Every time I say something like,

"Tell me who
you're working for,"

I feel like I'm in an
old movie, you know?

It's like fuckin' Al
Capone over here.

- Fuckin' Capone?
- That's right.

Hey, hey.

Who's your favorite
gangster of all time?

Luciano?

Escobar, right?

Everybody loves the classics.

Okay, then.

Tell me who you're working for

or we're gonna
have a little fun.

Hola.

All I had to do was
look for the closest.

Catholic school to your house.

You know I've
been looking for you.

Eh?

Stop.

Hey, yo, Tommy,
man, come on, dog.

What are you doing?

Give him another second.

What were you supposed
to do with the van

once you got it off us?

I was supposed to drive it
to a parking lot in Brooklyn,

park it, and walk away.

Who was supposed to pick it up?

Oh.

Hey, yo, man, talk.

You got 10 seconds.

- One, two, three, four...

Five, six, seven.

Okay, okay.

Okay, okay, okay.

- She said...
- She? It was a woman?

She says we were
doing it for some guy.

I don't know his name.

"Then say good-bye
to your little friend."

You see what I did there?

"Scarface."

You should've
laughed, motherfucker.

She called him El Gordo.

That's Anibal.

Este hombre...

You're right.

I am a bruja with a badge.

You keep fucking with me,
I can shoot you in the street

in cold blood, say
it's self-defense.

No one will bat a fucking eye.

So you're gonna talk
to me about this guy

who got a fucking foot
in the mail last week.

I need to know what the
fuck is going on, Nomar.

I need to know
what I'm dealing with.

That guy got a foot?

I heard Ruiz got a head.

According to the victim,
our dealer is dark-haired,

clean-cut, tall.

Basically your
average pinstripe prick.

His first name is Scott.
All right, here's the deal.

We need everybody
to keep your eyes open.

Everyone. Ladies, if you
catch this piece of shit in action

selling this bullshit in here,
you hand him over to me

and I hand you back
a big, fat bonus check.

Double a night's pay.

Oh, and do whatever it
takes. There are no rules.

You heard him.

All right, let's get to
work. Open the doors.

Do whatever it takes, huh?

Guess you haven't
changed after all.

We need to talk. Now.

Tasha, whatever's gotten into you,
we're gonna talk about it at home.

This is my place of business.

Your business is the only
place I can get your attention.

I went to the bank.

I saw the vault.

Did you think I wouldn't notice?

Did you think I wouldn't
notice what you took?

I had to use that
money to open the club.

It had to be a cashier's
check from our legit account.

Couldn't give the state
liquor motherfucker

a stack of hundreds
covered in coke dust.

And truth is, Tasha,
it's my money.

Don't you dare
start that shit, Ghost.

I helped you earn
every goddamn penny.

You could've told me up front
how much this club would cost.

You could've said something.

But you sent me into that
bank like boo-boo the fool

don't know shit about
what you're doing.

You saw how much
money we got in there.

We ain't in no
danger of going broke.

It ain't about the money.

Since when do you lie to me?
Since when do you hide shit?

I didn't think you'd understand.

Why don't you try me?

I'm a smart girl, remember?

I'm doing this for us.

- It's our escape plan.
- Escape from what?

I don't know any old,
wrinkled drug dealers.

They're either dead
or inside, Tasha.

That doesn't scare you?

No.

Because they're not you.

They're not as good as you.

This club is the dream.

We can get out.
We can have it all.

We already have it all.

You, me, the kids.

The way things are
now, it is my dream.

I think we got him, boss. Scott.

I got to go, Tasha.

He fits the
physical description,

is preying on the
same type of girl.

Already checked his I.D.
swipe. He was here that night.

No shit.

- Did he sell any product yet?
- Nope.

All right, well, as soon
as he does, we'll grab him.

- All right.
- Hold on.

- What's up?
- The kid talked.

You better get
your ass out here.

Yeah. I got to go, man.

- You got to go?
- I got to go.

- Well, what do you want me to do?
- Holly, I want you keep your eye

on that prick.

Try to get him to sell to you.

I'm on it.

Call me.

Soon as he makes
a move, call me.

Got it.

He wouldn't tell me
who he was working for.

- Now we know.
- Oye.

You wake me up, drag
me out my house, for what?

You hire this motherfucker
to boost my product?

Fuck, no. I never
seen him before.

You told me you didn't know
nothing about us getting hit, Anibal.

You said it to my face.

We're hearing a different
story from crispy beef here.

Turns out you were behind
it the whole fucking time.

Yo, why the fuck
would I do that?

- Yo, Ghost, you know me, man.
- I thought I did.

Yo, you gonna do me like this
on the word of this motherfucker?

Get on your fucking knees.

People have a funny
way of telling the truth

when you light 'em on fire.

Nighty-night, Anibal.

Yo, Ghost, you know that
if I'ma fucking step to you,

I'ma use my best men.

This motherfucker ain't Taino.

Yo, I'm being set up.

Yo, I swear on my kids, man.

We're wasting time. Do him.

Tommy, if you hire a hitter
to pull off a job like this,

you gotta make sure
it's someone good.

Miguel hid the shit and
then talked, this kid broke.

Yeah, well, I learn
from my mistakes.

Maybe. Julito,
wake him the fuck up

and ask him again
how he got the job.

Hey, hey, hey. Wake the fuck up.

Hey.

Yo, boss?

Yo, this motherfucker's dead.

I thought I cooked
him medium rare.

Yo, I swear I didn't
do nothing, yo.

- Rolla wants my corners.
- That's fucking bullshit.

Ruiz hates me
'cause I'm Dominican.

- Shoot this motherfucker!
- I ain't gonna kill a primera

unless I got proof
he's crossed me.

- There's your proof!
- Think, Tommy.

If Anibal's being set
up here, so are we,

to start a fucking war.

I got another plan.

- We shut everything down.
- What?

We have us a meeting.
I sit across the table,

I look all those
motherfuckers in the eye,

and I find out who's
hitting me once and for all.

Until then, no one gets product.

- Spread the fucking word.
- Ghost.

Ghost, we can't just shut
down the wholesale business.

We can't just let Fat Albert go.

We can do anything we want
to do. We need proof, Tommy.

But if I find out it
was Anibal all along,

I promise you, I'll
cut his throat myself.

You didn't call.

The girl was on him
all night. He never dealt.

Look, if the cops
call, we play nice.

Grabbing the dealer
was icing. It'll all work out.

Good news, we made
upwards of 80K tonight.

Pretty fucking great.

Hey, Holly. Can I get you a cab?

Yes, please.

You want a ride home?

I just spent nine
hours in 6-inch heels,

so getting down on my
knees ain't gonna happen.

It's not like that, Holly.

You took the trouble
to learn my name.

You impressed?

Nope.

When was the last time you
asked a girl out on a real date?

Do you even know how?

Can I take you to get
some breakfast, Holly?

Good night... boss.

Mmph.

Bunch of calls went
out late last night.

- Connect called a meeting.
- You got a name for the connect?

- Mm-mm.
- What kind of meeting?

I was inside with a Taino
soldier a few years ago.

He owes me one.

He says your guy, Anibal, don't
know if he called the meeting,

but he's gonna
be there for sure.

Are you happy now?

Yes, I'm happy.

I need you to find out when and
where this meeting's gonna be.

Nomar Arcielo confirmed
that Ruiz, Anibal,

and other members of
Lobos' New York network

will be convening at
the distributor's behest.

So Anibal is involved?

We'll know how exactly

when we get the when
and where of the meeting.

My C.I. is on it.

You mean Agent Knox's C.I.

Nomar's been
responsive to Angela,

so she's been accompanying
me on meet-ups,

like the one this morning.

Turns out Nomar likes
the bad cop. Go figure.

We catch the distributor at
this meeting, flip him on Lobos,

nice little package for Collins,
all wrapped up with a bow.

Great work, you two.

Thank you for covering for me.

Nomar knows your real name.

How hard would it be to find out
where you work, where you live?

I have a gun.

Oh, f... what, you... you have
permission to have it at the office

or time to use it when he
busts through your front door?

Maybe I should stay at
your place for a while, until...

- I'll be careful.
- Okay.

I promise.

I got to write this report, so
where did we meet Nomar?

So how long before
you have to split?

- I'm good.
- Yeah.

I had a good morning at work,

so I'm rewarding myself
with these fries and with you.

So tell me what happened.

- A play-by-play of my meeting?
- Mm-hmm.

Hmm, you better get
more coffee to stay awake.

That bad, huh?

What about you? Did
you catch that dealer?

Days like yesterday,
Angie, I mean...

Shit.

Makes me wonder if I'm
kidding myself doing all this.

- All what?
- All of it, everything.

All the choices I've
made to get here.

Listen, hmm?

I don't know what's
involved in running a club,

but I know that at
my job, let's just say

one day I'm the hero, the
next day I'm knee-deep in shit.

That's exactly how I feel.

That doesn't mean
I give up, you know?

Some people get everything
handed to them on a platter.

All they have to do
is count their money.

- Mm.
- That's never been me.

No one's ever bought me
diamonds or paid my rent.

I bought myself a bracelet once.

Some guy got one for Paz,

but I couldn't afford
the real version.

Turned my whole arm green.

But I wore it
till it fell apart.

I've always done everything
for myself, like you.

We got ourselves where we are.

- It gets lonely.
- Lonely.

Not everybody
understands us, Jamie.

Guess that's why I'm sitting
here right now with you, Angie.

Angie Valdes.

You don't feel
lonely now, do you?

No.

I think maybe this time you did.

No, you did.

Yeah, maybe.

What happens now?

I don't know.

But I'm not letting
you go again.

I'll call you.

You better.

Here, take this.

My pops said hello.

Yeah? How was it seeing him?

Fine.

Maybe good.

He's been in since I was nine,

and I always hated him for it.

But after today, I feel guilty.

I'm out here on easy street,
doing whatever I wanted.

But now that I'm
working with you,

I see my dad differently.

Sure, maybe he's not
perfect, but he's my father.

I mean, isn't that
what you meant?

You know what? I
need to make a stop.

Head uptown.

You're home early.

You lied to me, Ghost.
These don't make up for shit.

Give 'em back, then.

Yasmine's down for her
nap. Keep an eye on her.

Tasha!

What is it? What is it?

Baby, baby.

Give me. What is it?

You're okay.

- She's okay, she's okay.
- You're okay, you're okay.

- Hey, it's okay, she's okay.
- You're okay.

What the hell is
that in her mouth?

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay, baby.
It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay. It's all right.

Oh, my God. It's all right.

You Angela Valdes?

Sign here, please.

My God. Oh, my...

Shh.

We're fine. I got you.

I'm here.

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