All language subtitles for Power.S01E02.Whoever.He.Is

Previously on "Power"...

- Boss is here.
- This is the best

goddamn nightclub opening the whole year.

- To Truth!
- All: Truth!

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

The biggest goddamn drug
dealer in New York City.

- [Grunts]
- The men you're protecting

sent you out to steal from the
wrong motherfuckers tonight.

If I knew who ordered it,

yeah, they'd be dead already.

50 stacks.

75 if you bring him to us alive.

It's good to see that you know enough

not to let it affect our pay schedule.

Angela Valdes came into
the club last night.

From high school?

Jamie, I'm sorry I left the way I did.

Who can give us the names, places,
and dates we need to convict Lobos?

His New York distributor.

Unfortunately, we have no idea who that is.

Our soldiers are strapped
now. We should be too.

[Screams]

[Gunshot]

♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪

synced by Nsiko - corrected by chamallow
www.Addic7ed.com

♪ look, I been dealing with this drama ♪

♪ for a long time ♪

♪ you trying to figure me
out, get in the long line ♪

♪ it's been the same thing over and over ♪

♪ I thought it would've changed
when I got a little older ♪

_

_

♪ I switch my lanes over
but they keep swerving back ♪

_

♪ the thought of having
to go back in my past ♪

♪ what you hope that they'd
understand but never can ♪

♪ wish I could jump high
in the air and never land ♪

My girlfriend... she just got mugged.

Guy got away.

Please, please send an ambulance.

♪ saying I don't belong for so long ♪

[phone vibrates]

♪ so long and I'm gone ♪

Tommy, what's up?

Julio got a 911. A courier's been hit.

I'm on my way.

Boss, where you going?

The woman from Vogue is
coming to talk details

for the party, remember?

She lost her venue at the last minute.

- If we land it, it can change...
- I know.

I'll be back.

♪ so long, so long, so long ♪

De Sangre?

This guy came all the way
from Miami to fuck with us?

Hired hitter. It's smart.

Somebody flies him up, he does the job,

then goes home... no trace.

Well, the good news: The girl called Julio.

He's probably still at the hospital.

- Probably?
- Haven't heard from him yet.

When Darien was cleaning
up, he said the girl

- was cut up pretty bad.
- So she could be dead by now.

I gotta get back to the club.

There's a lot of shit I
need to be doing right now.

We opened that place to clean our money.

The shit you need to be doing right now

is helping me figure out
our next fucking move.

- Okay, how'd they find her?
- Followed her, maybe?

From where, how? It's just like Cruz.

They knew exactly when and where to hit.

[Exhales]

The phones. They got our phones.

I don't see how. They're all burners,

- none of 'em traceable.
- Flexispy, some shit.

They gotta be tracking us some kind of way.

Everybody rotates phones tonight.

Yeah, as soon as I get
the all-clear from Julio.

Listen, once we figure
out who hired this asshole,

we need to mount up,

clean up the yard once and for all.

With who? Hmm?

Our operation's built for finesse.

We got motherfuckers that
blend in, part of the scenery.

We ain't got no real street soldiers.

So we find some or buy some.

- Ask Lobos for help.
- No.

'Cause if he sends it,
then he owns us forever,

and if not, he takes
advantage of our weakness,

and he sells us out.

Either way, we're fucked.

You're right about one thing.
We can't let this go unanswered.

That's goddamn right.

Look, man, I gotta get back, seriously.

Yo, D, you got the ax?

Hey, Shawn, get in here and help him.

He don't need to do that.

His father would want us
to teach him the ropes, G.

If he ain't gonna get his hands dirty,

he doesn't need to be here.

I can do it.

Unless you need me to drive
you back into the city.

I'll drive myself.

Call me when you hear
from Julio about the girl.

Have a good day at work, honey.

[Chuckles]

Fuck you.

[Laughs]

Here, give me that.

Hey. Watch this, Shawn.

Well, does James even
bother to call and tell you

he's not coming home to
have dinner with the kids?

He doesn't have to call.

I know where he is. He's working.

He's trying to book a big party at the club

tomorrow night for Vogue magazine.

That's what he told you?

Yes! And if it...

If it were the other business,
he'd tell me that too.

We're partners, mama.

It's a marriage.

But you wouldn't know too much about that.

Well, if he tells you everything,

you tell me why he'd open a
nightclub in the first place.

For appearances, like the laundromats.

Ain't no magazine party
at no laundromats, Tasha.

High-fashion models. Young girls.

Hard for a man to say no to that.

Ghost ain't checking for no
flat-ass, skinny white girl.

Not when he got all this ass at home.

I used to have one just like that, Sugar.

Now, you let me tell you one
thing I do know about men.

There is always another ass.

Mama, Ghost and I are fine.

And as long as I'm paying your rent,

you need to mind your mouth.

James pays my rent.

Don't get it twisted.

If he leaves you, he leaves all of us.

That ring on your finger
ain't no insurance.

You can't collect alimony on income

the government don't know about.

Thanks for coming to cook.

But you don't need to. I'm okay.

Mm-hmm.

Eat, mamita.

When was the last time
you want to see papi?

[Sighs] I haven't been up there in a while.

It's not that good a place.

We should still go to
see the one upstate again.

It's pretty up there.

Plus I like the idea of him
being able to see the water.

I do too, but I told you,

the one upstate is too expensive.

Junior's tuition check is by the door.

Thank you.

You know I'll pay you back every cent.

I'm happy to do it.

But papi has to stay where
he is for right now, okay?

When Junior graduates,

we'll have no kids left in the family.

There's plenty back in P.R.

You can bring Nadia's five boys
back with you next time you go.

Cute. You know what I mean.

What's happening with... Greg?

I'm not sure.

Don't look at me like that.

I just don't think he's the right guy.

They're never the right guy.

What's wrong with this one? He can't fuck?

The sex is good.

There's nothing wrong, but...

there's no goose bumps, no butterflies.

There's no tingling anywhere, you know?

You still think of love
like you're a little girl.

Butterflies and goose
bumps are fairy tales.

_

_

_

_

Stick with us. You'll get your own someday.

But some nights, I have
a body in the trunk.

[Chuckles]

Back in the day, Ghost and
I drove a '91 Honda Accord.

You shared a car?

We got more pussy in that backseat.

Back then, Kanan kept us in line.

Taught us the business, made us men.

Ghost and I owe your father big.

That's why you're here.

I know.

Ghost just wants you to stay in the car

and in the club, see the pretty shit.

But if we go to war,
it'll be all hands on deck.

I need to know you'll be ready.

I won't let you down.

Good.

[The Union's Dollar Billz]

[Crowd chattering]

♪ dollar, dollar bills ♪

♪ dollar, dollar bills ♪

Ms. Sheridan.

James St. Patrick. Nice
to finally meet you.

You're James St. Patrick.

You know, I tried to run
a background check on you,

and no one in the nightlife
world seems to know who you are.

I was expecting a fat Irish guy.

Well, I hope I can meet
your other expectations.

I do too.

You know we lost our venue

for this party at the last minute,

but I'm not gonna make the wrong call

just because we're pressed for time.

I'll decide whether I like what I see

or if I should keep going
down my list of clubs.

I'll admit it's a beautiful
space you've got here,

but what turns my head is perfect service.

Seamless evening.

And that is what my client expects.

But I see you've been working hard.

We have, Ms. Sheridan.

We haven't left a single moment to chance.

That's good, because this party

isn't only about our December issue,

which is the biggest in
fashion magazine history.

- It's also about our...
- Your boss's position.

Editors all over your
building report to her.

This party's about, let's
say, making them... feel it.

You don't look like you read Keith Kelly.

I make it my business to know
what you know, Ms. Sheridan.

If I'm doing my job, I
should know what you want

before you ask me for it.

[Energetic dance music]

[Crowd cheering]

Hey, send a bottle or
two of Ultimat to V.I.P.

With some cranberry juice.

We've got a promotion tonight, sir.

We're not serving Ultimat. Just grey goose.

Honey, you're serving whatever I want.

- I own this place.
- I've never seen you before.

You see me now?

Yeah.

I'll sneak you some Ultimat,
but I can't take it up there.

I don't work V.I.P.

Do you want to?

And where does my client sit?

Right here, where you
can see all the action,

but very few can see you.

She'll love it.

Oh, should the photographers

check in at the front or come early

and enter through service?

- Cameras aren't Truth policy.
- We like our guests

to be able to relax without
thinking their images

will be online the next morning.

Okay, technically, my guys are paparazzi,

but they're the obedient kind.
That's not a problem, right?

I mean, I'd hate to tell
everyone we had a conflict.

No, no, your photographers
can come to service early.

- They'll have full access.
- Excellent.

Good night, James St. Patrick.

Good night.

If we're gonna have photographers here,

you should get into some of those shots.

Ain't my thing.

You should be out there
as the face of the club.

People are gonna want to
know who owns this place.

Stern takes us on, we can go national.

International, even.

The more people know who you are,

the more interested he's gonna be.

[Line rings]

You've reached FBI Special Agent Greg Knox,

southern district of New York.

Leave a message.

- [Beep]
- Hey.

That's weird. You always pick up.

If you wanna come over, I'm here.

Call me.

[Elevator dings]

[Door shuts]

What the fu...

[Chuckles]

[Phone vibrates]

Uh, sorry I'm late.

Coffee smelled like dick,
so I had to make a new pot.

Oh, hey, sorry, Ms. Lavarro.

I'm not offended, Mr. Saxe.

The smell of dick turns me off too.

Speaking of late, you
see agent Knox out there?

- He should be here.
- No.

I've charted the existing
distribution networks

in the five boroughs.

- I'd like to construct a clear...
- Angela,

I was thinking we should
talk more about Ruiz.

Lobos moved on from Ruiz, so we should too.

- He's a dead end.
- [Door opens]

Thank you. Morning.

- Morning.
- Good morning, sir.

Thought I'd see how

your Felipe Lobos task
force is coming along.

We got a wire from the federales.

Lobos landed in Juarez last night.

He's staying close to the
border, so now we're racing

both California and
Texas southern districts

to get an indictment.

We're all aware of the urgency, sir.

In fact, Angela was just diving in.

We're creating a profile to help identify

- Lobos's New York distro.
- More specifically,

we were discussing a meeting Lobos had

with Vibora Ruiz from Soldado Nation.

And as discussed, Lobos told Ruiz

the Soldados were too low-rent for him,

they made no agreement,
so it's not a fertile area.

But how did Lobos arrange
that sit-down with Ruiz?

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

You issued the warrant?
With what probable cause?

A burner cell traced to Nomar by NYPD

spiked high usage details around the time

of the Lobos meeting.

If he set it up, he could
have valuable information.

I've worked closely with this judge.

He'll slap us down if we overreach.

That's why all applications
go across my desk.

Understood. I was trying to be proactive.

You know, since, like you said, sir,

other offices are on Lobos too.

Ruiz is our local advantage.

In future, work with the team.

Cops and robbers is more
fun when we all can play.

In case we could get something new,

call an agent to serve your warrant.

- Now, moving on...
- Actually,

special agent Greg Knox
is trying to locate Nomar

as we speak. I called him last night.

Great.

Now, as I was saying, we know Lobos wants

a reliable pathway for his product.

The most likely point of entry
is Port Elizabeth, New Jersey,

so the distributor we're looking for

should have an extensive network...

[Clears throat] Thanks, babe.

I'm sorry I left early the other night.

I didn't want to bother
you. You were with somebody.

Looked like you really
wanted to talk to her.

I ran into a friend from high
school that night, I think.

I can't remember.

Hey.

Ain't no reason to trip, T.

Hmm?

Sorry. Mama and I were talking
yesterday, and I just...

Never mind.

[Door closes, shower turns on]

Mrs. St. Patrick, hey.

I hope it's okay I took some coffee.

Help yourself.

Where'd you grow up, Shawn?

Hollis, originally.

No way. I went to Cardozo.

Pssh, yo, Hollis must have changed,

'cause I ain't never seen no
girls like you round the way.

There's plenty of girls
just like me out there

looking for somebody responsible like you

- to treat 'em right.
- [Scoffs]

You have a girlfriend now?

[Laughs] Wait.

I probably shouldn't ask you that.

No, no, no, it's cool that you asked.

I ain't seeing nobody.

You're single?

I don't believe it.

You wanted me to see you.

The other night in the car.

[Door closes]

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

[Snaps fingers] Talk to Tommy last night?

- Brand-new.
- Y'all had to rotate

the phones? What happened?

Nothing. Just taking precautions.

You giving that spandex a
workout of its own, girl, huh?

- [Giggles]
- I'll see you tonight.

- All right.
- Okay.

Oh, wait... Ghost, your new number!

How the fuck am I supposed
to get ahold of you now?

Collins walks in, and Saxe busts out

with this "we're not
done with Ruiz" bullshit.

Turns out you're already
looking for this Nomar guy,

and I'm caught with my pants down.

You should have called me.

Saxe gave me explicit
instructions not to do so.

Okay, fuck him. But fuck you too.

There's a chain of command.
You knew he was fucking with me.

What should I have done?

I call you to check in before every move,

and it's pretty clear
what's going on between us.

Am I right?

You said we had to keep
our relationship a secret.

If the rules have changed, let me know.

The rules haven't changed.

People find out, you'll get
"attaboys" and high fives,

while I'll lose all credibility
for fucking an agent.

I don't want to go public.

I just don't want you to sandbag me.

I didn't sandbag you. I followed protocol.

Those rules matter too.

Good luck finding your man, Agent Knox.

- Angela, we're not done here.
- Goodbye, Greg.

[Click]

[Beep]

[Chuckles]

This is ridiculous.

[Beeping tones]

We're sorry, the number you
have reached is not in service.

Please check the number or try your call...

[Funky music playing]

[Indistinct chatter]

Excuse me. Is James here?

Yeah.

Got eyes on the boss?

Angie.

Jamie!

Sorry I had to track you down at work.

You changed your cell?

I had to ditch my phone.

Nightclub business, you know.

Too many people get your
number, it gets messy.

I'm glad you actually called.

This place looks so
different during the day.

You're saying it looks busted now?

A little. [Laughter]

No, I'm just surprised at how, at night,

it's transformed.

That's the idea.

People come here and become
whoever they wanna be for the night.

It's a fantasy.

And then they buy a lot of drinks.

Yes.

You still haven't told me
how you made this happen.

We cleaned up an abandoned lot,

charged for parking.

That money bought a laundromat,

then another and another.

I always had my father's
place in the back of my mind,

and then we found this space, and...

Tommy thought I was crazy.

Wait, Tommy? Tommy Egan?

You still hang out with him?

He's my partner in the club.

What, you surprised we still tight?

Yeah, to be honest.

I always thought Tommy
liked the streets too much.

Hmm.

You must have been a good influence on him.

Let me show you something.

Watch your step.

[Laughs] Are you serious?

I didn't know people still made these!

[Snaps fingers]

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes, Angie.

They're closed.

[Chuckles]

[Static]

[Mary J. Blige's Real Love]

♪ ooh ♪

[laughs]

[Vocalizing]

This still your favorite song?

Are you kidding me?

Makes me wanna break
out the baseball Jersey

and the kneepads from the video.

♪ we are lovers true and through ♪

So what happens next?

I know you got a plan.

If Truth takes off, then
we open a second club

right here in New York City.

Then maybe one in Miami or Vegas.

It's gonna take a while, but I...

You'll get there.

You got here.

♪ be the real love that I need ♪

Mm.

You wanna come through tonight?

We got a big party for Vogue magazine.

Wow, that's huge.

I wish I could. I gotta work.

I hope your clients pay extra
for that kind of dedication.

- Damn.
- It's not that kind of law.

I work for the government. It's...

Boring.

Anyway, you're gonna be too
busy tonight to hang out with me.

I'll make the time.

♪ how you felt for me ♪

♪ you said I'm not the one ♪

Come on, Angie.

Okay, I'll come through.

Yeah?

[Music volume increases]

♪ lead me towards a real love ♪

♪ real love mm, mm. ♪

- Go, go, go, go, go.
- [Gunfire on TV]

Oh, come on, Uncle Tommy!
You're supposed to have my back.

Is this some sped-up mode or something?

I don't remember it being this fast.

No, you're just old.

Just wait... what?

- You're old!
- What?

I got next.

Oh, what's up, dad?

What's up, son?

- Go finish your homework.
- All right.

- I know you didn't finish it.
- Get outta here.

And what'd I tell you about
playing those games, huh?

[Gunfire on TV continues]

[Door closes]

The girl who got cut, you want clipped.

- I don't see another way.
- I don't know, man.

Like you said, she followed protocol.

She called Julio.

She didn't call 911,
even to save her own life.

[Scoffs] She calls 911
with the drugs on her,

- she's going to jail.
- She kept a cool head.

You and I are good, Tommy,
because she didn't fuck it up.

What does it say to other soldiers

if she does her job well
and we ice her anyway?

Nice kill!

The truth.

They're replaceable,
just like you wanted it.

She's replaceable.

This is a female we're
talking about, Ghost.

[Scoffs] Who's gonna want her now?

One day she's gonna wake up,
look at her ruined fucking face

and her ruined fucking life,
and she's gonna blame us for it.

And even though she doesn't
know us, she knows Julio.

She knows how our whole thing works.

She's gonna be like,
"fuck these motherfuckers.

I'm going to the cops."

Over some random-ass courier chick?

That's a risk you wanna take?

[Clang, whoosh on TV]

I'll talk to Julio.

Yo, T, you ready to go?

Our reservation's in 20 minutes.

Almost.

Peace.

Nah, man, we're good. No problems.

Good. Let's keep it that way.

Remind our people of
the bitch's description

in case she comes back.

What did the courier
say? Fucking weird shoes?

Yeah, she had bright pink sneakers on.

I told them already.

All right, good.

[Door squeaks]

[Door closes]

[Techno music]

[Door opens and closes]

[Indistinct chatter]

Better be on my toes.

One of these motherfuckers
staring might try

to take you home.

[Chuckles]

Wish I had that effect on you.

What's that supposed to mean?

I'm just saying, if I'm all that,

you'd be home more.

I'm not home because I'm
working, trying to provide

for you and the kids.

Paying for that weave and
that dress and those shoes.

I don't need you stressing me, all right?

I ain't trying to stress you.

But I ain't even got your new digits,

and I'm your wife.

Now you got me

and the driver.

You're right, baby.

My bad. I forgot.

You've been forgetting me a lot lately.

[Knock at door]

[Knocking continues]

Come on, I know you're not turning down

kung pao chicken.

I even got the extra
peanuts, just how you like it.

I'm hungry.

That doesn't mean I'm not still mad.

You know I didn't have a choice.

You just don't like to lose.

When you gonna tell me
what's going on, Ghost?

I ain't no kid.

New phones and shit?

Guessing y'all had a car accident?

We got run off the road.

Your car still running?

Still running, but the repairs might be

too expensive to make.

And the other guy's car?

Totaled.

We had to tow it.

So now,

it's about the next move.

You take it to the chop shop?

Still got the parts?

What you thinking?

Back in the day,

remember what those Dominican boys did

to that red truck?

Half went to one garage,

half to another.

Stopped all that bullshit.

Hmm.

More wine, ma'am?

Yes, please.

Thank you.

Look.

Saxe told me that if
nothing came from going

after Arcielo, no one
would even know about it.

I didn't think he was stupid
enough to go off about it

without knowing if I'd catch the guy.

Please tell me Saxe wasted taxpayer dollars

sending you on a wild-goose chase,

and the guy's left town.

You got him.

I'm a fucking FBI agent, Angela.

Damn right I got him.

[Sighs]

[Chuckles]

He still had his goddamn phone.

Conclusive proof he set the
meeting or knows who did.

Saxe wins.

Good news for the team, bad news for me.

Maybe not.

Wait till you hear who else he called.

Isabel Ruiz.

Vibora Ruiz's daughter?

Isn't she 14?

Mm-hmm.

Nomar called her?

Multiple times a week for weeks.

No fucking way.

The soldier that got hurt's a woman.

Face all cut up. Tommy thinks she'll talk.

But she was loyal when
her life was at stake.

You want a woman's
loyalty? Give her security.

You give her that,

she'll never betray you.

[Both moaning]

Baby, come on.

He knows better than to watch.

And Saxe doesn't know about this?

I didn't tell him. I'm telling you.

So are we good?

We're good.

[Both laughing]

[Panting]

Mama took the kids to the movies.

We got an hour, maybe.

When we talk business... [moans]

It's like when we first met.

[Both moaning]

Like Bonnie and Clyde.

What?

- Nothing.
- Come on.

♪ wanna see this ass ♪

♪ then let me see that cash ♪

♪ wanna see this ass ♪

♪ then let me see that cash ♪

♪ boy, you can have it if you really want ♪

♪ but I'ma take my cash up front ♪

♪ be whoever you want me to be tonight ♪

♪ just throw that money to the sky ♪

♪ yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ 100, 200, 300 ♪

♪ who want it ♪

♪ 400, 500 ♪

♪ 1,000, I counted ♪

♪ put your money in the slot machine ♪

Harder.

♪ if you wanna see me ♪

- You sure?
- Harder.

[Moaning]

♪ I'll bend it over so you can see ♪

♪ only if you're tippin',
tippin', tippin' ♪

♪ I ain't selling this here for free ♪

♪ you wanna see this ass ♪

♪ then let me see that cash ♪

♪ wanna see this ass ♪

♪ then let me see that cash ♪

♪ wanna see this ass ♪

♪ then let me see that cash ♪

♪ wanna see this ass ♪

♪ then let me see that cash ♪

[exhales]

You sure you gotta go
down to the club right now?

Yeah.

I gotta go.

Bonnie.

[Kove's Way We Are]

I'm expecting perfection from you tonight.

The people who are coming
to the club for this party...

models, magazine editors,
actors, rich motherfuckers

who ain't do nothing to earn that shit.

[Laughter]

But they have the right friends.

They have a good time here, they come back.

They bring more people.

Truth is, the more people
hear about the spot,

we all get rich.

I don't make you pool tips.

I don't believe in that shit.

Then the lazy motherfuckers win.

But tonight we work as a team.

Keep each other on point, make it hot,

give 'em what they want. Fellas...

if a cat's gay and he wants
your number, give it to him.

Ladies... shit, you
already know what to do.

You've been doing it your whole lives.

Tonight our guests are
drinking on someone else's dime.

Make 'em want to come back
and spend their own money.

- Time to open the doors, boss.
- Showtime.

♪ oh♪

♪ something in the way we are ♪

♪ if only we can make a star ♪

No one else comes out.

[Excited chatter]

[Shutters snapping]

You keeping track of the arrivals?

I want to know about an Angela Valdes.

No one with that name has checked in yet.

Cynthia's up in V.I.P., though.

She's looking for you.

Tell 'Bueso he's still
gotta do the damn deliveries.

He's got his fucking piece, right?

[Line rings]

You've reached 347...

Are you kidding me, motherfucker?

[Dance music]

Hey, I have to admit I'm impressed.

You run a smooth operation here, James.

- Mm.
- Even my boss said

she liked the food... not that she ate any.

You know, I don't just
plan parties for Vogue.

I handle GQ, Allure,
Bon Appétit, Vanity Fair.

It's events all year long.

Plus servicing my non conde nast clients.

It's a lot of responsibility.

You know, I was thinking that you and

I should work together long-term.

You know, I bring you
the press, the big names.

You give me a big, fat discount.

How does that sound?

Deal.

Oh, you know what? I will make sure

this runs in the Post.

Get your face out there.
Make this place a brand name.

- What's up, man?
- Hey, Tommy.

Oh, sorry, we're just
about to take a picture,

so if you can wait a minute,
you can talk to James in a sec.

Oh, no, I think James wants
to talk to me right now.

Cynthia, I'll be right
back. Work never stops.

Enjoy the party.

What the fuck you thinking, man?

You wanna be in the paper tomorrow?

You want everyone to
know who you are, Ghost?

All right, man. No pictures.

I gotta get back. We'll
talk about it later.

No, we'll talk about this right now.

We're not like these people, Ghost.

You and me in the paper ain't a good thing.

You and me in the paper means we got got.

These people don't know
about our other thing, man.

- One picture...
- Is too many!

You standing next to
these people in pictures?

The next question is,
who the fuck is this guy?

People digging in your life story,

what do you think they're gonna find?

We lay low. We sell what we need to sell.

We ice who we need to ice.

All business, all the time.

This is about business!

You ain't been about business
since we opened this place.

Check your phone, motherfucker.

- What happened?
- Same bitch tried

to jump 'Bueso tonight.

He got away.

- Must have kept his phone.
- No.

He kept his route.

These fuckers know our system.

They know our routine.

What you wanna do?

No time for thinking, man.

What the fuck you wanna do?

Tasha said something
tonight about the Dominicans.

What they did with D-Lo, remember that?

That was some sick shit.

Why don't we take that to the next level?

Show everybody we ain't afraid to do dirt?

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

And if it doesn't?

Then we go to war.

[Sirens wailing in the distance]

[Door opens]

Is that Nomar Arcielo?

Yes, sir, Agent Knox brought him in

for questioning last night.

[Chuckles]

I can't believe you kept the phone, Nomar.

That was incredibly stupid.

You can't prove it's mine.

Eight people live in that place.

Plus, you know us latinos.

We got a lot of cousins.

Could belong to any of us.

We know it's yours.

Vibora Ruiz had you arrange
his meeting with Felipe Lobos.

Yes, Nomar, that's why you're here.

We don't want you. We
don't even want your boss.

We want Lobos.

This is a list of all the numbers

dialed and received by that phone.

Your phone.

Just tell me which numbers
belong to Lobos or his men.

You want me to rat on Felipe Lobos?

I rather live a couple more days.

Days. How about years?

I can have you doing
hard time in Leavenworth

by the end of the week,
getting fucked every day.

An hour of sunlight, if you're lucky.

[Laughs] I been inside already.

I was 19 and weak, too
small to fight them off.

You get used to getting fucked.

Makes you appreciate a woman.

I'm a Soldado now.

I'm more powerful inside
than I am out here.

This is gonna take a little
longer than he thought.

Why don't I give it a try?

[Door opens and closes]

Can I have the room, please?

I don't think that's a good idea, Agent.

- This is my suspect.
- I'll call you if I need you.

[Door shuts]

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I ran the numbers of the
outgoing calls you made.

Mostly other burner cells.

Other Soldados, probably.

And the numbers that
might be Lobos-related.

But one of the numbers you called

is actually registered.

You know which one?

No.

Your little secret you're hiding from Ruiz.

You've been calling Isabel,
his 14-year-old daughter.

How could she know that?

The numbers were in my initial report,

the evidence you used to get the warrant.

You didn't cross-check
them with the Ruiz file?

I guess she did.

Like I told el blanco,

the phone could've been used by anybody.

Maybe my cousin met her at school.

Could be, but who do you
think Ruiz is going to believe,

you or me?

Especially after I show him this.

That's bullshit. That's a fucking fake!

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Chacho...

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And when he lets the Soldado Nation know

you like to mess with little girls...

[Inhales sharply] then we'll
see what you get used to.

Or you can tell me everything
you know about Lobos,

and your nasty pedophile bullshit

will stay our little secret.

Just sign the agreement

here and here.

[Asap Rocky's Wild For The Night]

♪ uh ♪

♪ wake up feelin' blessed ♪

♪ pistol on that dresser ♪

Not bad.

♪ I'll expose it if I dress up ♪

♪ riding in that Testa rossa ♪

♪ nigga catch up ♪

♪ sippin' on that syrup
till I'm messed up ♪

♪ like yes, sir ♪

♪ fixin' to wild out for the weekend ♪

♪ me, myself, and I, my three friends ♪

♪ nigga feeling froggy, then leap in ♪

♪ asap niggas fixin' to sneak in ♪

♪ middle finger to the critics ♪

♪ me and my nigga Skrillex ♪

♪ you know we fixin' to kill it ♪

- *asap *
- *we the trillest *

♪ you don't really want that glock, boy ♪

♪ you don't really wanna
feel them shots, boy ♪

♪ you a b-boy, I'm a block boy ♪

♪ I'm a d-boy, I'm a hot boy ♪

♪ six shots got me feeling like Pac, boy ♪

♪ party all night, shit don't stop, boy ♪

♪ drunk as fuck and I'm ready to fight ♪

♪ wildin' for the night,
fuck being polite, boy ♪

♪ wild for the night, fuck being polite ♪

♪ we going ♪

♪ wild for the night, fuck being polite ♪

♪ we going ♪

What the fuck?

♪ wild for the night, fuck being polite ♪

♪ we going ♪

♪ wild for the night, fuck being polite ♪

♪ we going ♪

♪ it's the weekend, and I'm creepin' ♪

- [moaning]
- *with my niggas *

♪ drunk and disrespectful,
calling women bitches ♪

♪ I don't mean no harm ♪

[knock at door]

[Clatter]

♪ meet us in the cut, and
we can do the business ♪

♪ God my witness that
I only wanna kick it ♪

♪ and your girl just said they with it ♪

♪ so we rolling in them Benzes ♪

♪ won't you pour it up ♪

♪ and stop the babysittin' ♪

♪ she got drunk as fuck
and swallowed all my kids ♪

♪ yeah, back to the Mac, tats on her back ♪

♪ ass so fat, hit that from the back ♪

Whoever's fucking with
us knows who they hired.

They'll get the message loud and clear.

Two days of street chatter
and people will know

we're not the ones to fuck with.

And about the girl?

Calling J now.

[Line rings]

- Julio.
- Yeah.

Get some flowers, man.
You're going to the hospital.

[Monitors beeping, indistinct chatter]

Where is room 1804?

That way, sir.

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Can I see your I.D.?

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[Knock at door]

Nice work in there.

Did Nomar really leave that picture

of the girl on his phone?

I grabbed it from a child porn case.

It's not even Isabel.

[Laughs]

Good girl.

[Phone rings]

Hello?

You ain't seen fit to call to say

you weren't coming through last night?

- Jamie?
- Stand a brother up

and pretend not to know his voice... okay.

[Chuckles]

I'm sorry about last night.

A work meeting came up.

I just wanted to make
sure you're all right.

How about I make it up to you?

He left about half an hour ago.

I wanted him to take me to lunch.

Did he say when he'd be back?

No.

But he never does.

You want me to give him a call?

No, I'll do it.

I don't need an audience.

[Door closes]

[Line rings]

[Phone rings]

Mrs. St. Patrick.

Hey, are you okay?

I can't reach Ghost, and
I'm starting to get worried.

I've got eyes on Mr. St. Patrick,

and he's just fine.

Okay. [Exhales]

Guess I feel better, then.

Shawn, could you do me a favor?

Don't tell Ghost I called.

He wouldn't like me checking up on him.

Can it be our little secret?

Yes, ma'am.

Our little secret.

Thanks for making it up to me, big spender.

[Both laughing]

You want the change?

Promise not to spend it all in one place.

Wow.

Haven't been here in years.

This was my favorite
field trip back in the day.

They always put us on the bus
in alphabetical order, man.

I had to work up a whole
scheme just to sit next to you.

Jose Uribe always wanted
all my lunch money.

So you didn't eat? Seriously?

It was worth it.

[Laughs]

Come on.

Let's go inside, see the whale.

Okay.

Used to make me feel so
small standing under here.

[Giggles] Thought I'd feel
different when I got older.

I guess some things don't change.

Well, I don't think
we'll get busted kissing

in the stairwell this time.

[Both laugh]

I was so embarrassed we got caught.

I wasn't.

I got you something

when you went to get the map.

- One for each of us.
- [Gasps]

[Both laugh]

You dared me I wouldn't boost
anything from the gift shop.

Yeah, I ate those words, didn't I?

I bought 'em this time.

Mm.

This is great. Thank you.

Look, Angie, I can't stop

thinking there must...
must be a reason you came

in the club the other night.

A reason we're seeing each
other again after all this time.

Me being around you...

me being with you...

it just feels right.

I know.

Me too.

[Phone vibrates]

Oh, fuck.

My phone didn't ring.

I gotta go, like, right now.

Jamie, I'm sorry.

Bye.

- Ghost call you?
- Yeah.

How'd you do it without
setting off the machines?

Hospitals are tricky.

Do what?

Boss told me to tell her she was promoted.

She's gonna start working
with Marcus in the bank.

Yo, he didn't tell me to ice the chick.

Did I get it wrong?

Nope.

You ready with those deposit slips?

I don't like doing things this way.

But you get to keep your
job for one more day.

It's a joke, man.

Lighten up.

Where's James?

He's in the back.

Should I get him?

Nope.

[Indistinct chatter, phones ringing]

I am so sorry. I just
stepped out for some air.

You scored major points with Collins today.

You're on his radar in a big way.

He wants you to come to his
poker night next weekend.

Holder might be there. He'll be in town.

Holy shit.

Thank you, Frankie.

For the shot, for the support.

Totally justified.

You owned that little shit Saxe today.

But if you really want to
compete with these guys,

you can't have an outside life.

They have wives. They have families.

But we can't.

We gotta be available 24/7.

You can't have kids, because the one time

you pick your baby over your case,

some asshole like Saxe gets your shot.

So what he's a dick?

You weren't there.

Today Collins came back after lunch

to invite you to poker personally.

You were M.I.A.

I'm sorry. It won't happen again.

Oh, I know it won't.

I know your file, Angela.

I know where you came from,

and I know how hard you worked to get here.

The stakes are even higher now.

Whoever he is,

he's not worth blowing your shot.

There's no man, Frankie.

Sure, Angela.

[Childish Gambino's
Earth: The Oldest Computer]

[Indistinct chatter]

♪ all that I have ♪

♪ all I don't have's the future ♪

♪ take on my soul ♪

♪ all night ♪

♪ yeah ♪

♪ I don't want to see an era ♪

- *no, no*
- *an era, an era *

Hey, Mrs. St. Patrick.
What are you doing here?

I need a ride home.

And when we're alone,
you can call me Tasha.

♪ maybe it's the last night ♪

♪ fireworks ♪

♪ maybe it's the last night ♪

♪ oh, all the stars ♪

♪ maybe it's the last night ♪

♪ super moon ♪

♪ maybe it's the last night ♪

♪ all that I have ♪

♪ all I don't have's the future ♪

♪ take on my soul ♪

♪ all night ♪

♪ yeah, break free from
all of the insides ♪

♪ they godless, denied us ♪

♪ but we don't give a
damn 'bout the next day ♪

♪ we were never here, never
know if the world change ♪

♪ common sense, the consequences ♪

♪ retweet the truth,
then regret the mentions ♪

♪ we are the wireless
survivors of things gone ♪

♪ slaves to the unnamed, never live long ♪

♪ live and die by the
line, never know fear ♪

♪ even I won't survive, is it unfair ♪

♪ is it unfair 'cause I don't care ♪

♪ when I step on that ant on the grass ♪

[elevator dings]

[Crying]

[Continues crying]

It's okay. It's okay.

Daddy's here.

It's okay, Yasmine.

Daddy's here.

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