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Previously on Ghost...

We gotta cover our tracks
if we gonna do this.

Then we do exactly
what Monet did to Papi.

D, what are you
asking me right now?

Put two through
the window and drive off.

- Ma.
- If Monet wakes up

asking questions,
we're fuckin' dead.

Someone else fucked up
the plan, Dru.

Tell Tommy this is a gift
from Monet Tejada.

That fuckin' letter had
my mom's address on it.

You get your trust
and then you get out.

I lost it
in a Ponzi scheme.

Perhaps you've flown
too close to the sun, luv.

Yo, what the fuck, Effie?

I told Noma that you were
threatening her daughter.

So what, that's it?
We're fucked?

I didn't plan
for a fucking war, B.

These little shits
are starting to annoy me.

Put $100,000 on Tariq
and Brayden's heads.

-Spread the word.
-Those thugs

came here looking for you.
Don't ever come back.

Bad news. I got
a letter today from the bar.

I'm no longer your lawyer.

You need to fuckin' run.

Just imagine us just living

like two normal college kids
for once.

That 200k is ours.

Tariq St. Patrick.

I have a few questions
about green cards

for the Okeke family.

We have a problem.

If you wanna stay off
the federal fucking radar,

this motherfucker
has to go.

You can live for
the time being, Tariq.

But I never wanna hear
of you moving product.

That's the price for this truce.

What are you gonna do,

kill a federal agent?

We gotta find a way
to clean this shit up, B.

I wanna report someone
with a weapon on campus.

I couldn't make out their face,
but send police.

Stand down, Cane.
It wasn't Tariq who shot Monet.

-Who did this shit?
-We don't know.

Find out.

Detective Carter.

-What's wrong?
-Angel.

They killed him.

I will nail
whoever took your son.

I promise you.

Let's load this guy up.

That's gonna hurt
the Russians.

What d'you think they're
gonna do with no product?

Get the fuck out
of our country maybe?

Here's the investigation
Agent Young was working

when he was shot.

Wait, isn't that the RICO case
that blew up

in everyone's face last month?

That's why he was on campus
talking to Tariq St. Patrick.

I guess they were together when
the shooter came up on them.

My thoughts exactly.

This "active shooter"
kills the agent

who's investigating
St. Patrick?

And then St. Patrick
shoots the active shooter

and comes off a hero.

Why are you finishing
my sentences?

Because you talk so slow.
Pick up the fuckin' pace.

All right.

Yeah. It's a little too tidy
when 2 and 2

adds up to 4 like that.

You want us to bring in the kid
or poke around the school?

I got this.

Just make sure all the teams
crossing their Ts.

All right. You got it, boss.

Riq, your fuckin' alarm, bro!

-Yo, what the fuck, bro?
-It's hot as shit in here.

My nuts are roasting.
Can you turn the heat down?

Bro, this is my fucking room.
All right? I don't give a fuck.

Well, you don't
gotta be a dick.

Bro, this sucks.

Hey, Tariq! Didn't think
you'd be back this semester.

Neither did
our parents.

Uh, I just wanted to say

I think what you did
was really brave.

The whole school
should be grateful.

-It was nothing.
-Nothing?

If I saw a crazy person
kill a cop,

no way I'd grab the dead
cop's gun and shoot the dude.

Yeah, if you believe
that's what really happened.

I sure as fuck don't.

Care to make a comment
for my podcast?

Yeah, you mean your right-wing
conspiracy bullshit?

Relax over there,
Alex Jones.

Why? 'Cause you got
somethin' to hide?

Get the fuck outta
my face, all right?

It's gonna be a really weird
semester for you.

I feel it.

Could be worse.

-Could be a Weston.
-Hey, uh, you're Brayden Weston.

Fuck you, man.

My mom lost her pension
'cause of your family.

You know I'm 20 years old?

I had nothing to do
with that shit, right?

Dickhead.

Not to be an asshole, but...

-my life was ruined too.
-Man, fuck you.

All right, your
rich-ass cousin

got you a nice job in real
estate.

-You'll be fine.
-The job sucks.

With all the hours I'm working,

I'm barely making
minimum wage.

Plus I gotta wear
this bullshit.

Man, that money we was making
from moving them products,

I took it for granted, bro.

Hey, you know Noma will kill us
ten different ways

if we try to deal again.

I mean, even if we wanted to,
bro, we couldn't.

We have no product,
we have no connect,

we have no distribution network.
We're done.

-We don't got shit.
-Bro, your cover story worked.

You're not in prison,
they let you back in,

and they gave you
student loans.

Yeah, beautiful. More debt.

And I have no fucking money
to pay it off.

So what?

Can't believe I ain't seen
this shit coming, bro. Like...

That's kinda how
betrayal works.

Yeah, but I'm supposed to be
smarter than everybody.

These motherfuckers
blindsided me

like I'm some dumbass civilian.

You know, maybe I don't deserve
to be in the game no more.

Bro, weren't we just talking
about how nice it'd be

to just be
a normal college student?

Now you actually
get to live that.

Yeah, I mean, maybe
we overrated that shit.

Tariq St. Patrick?

Guess the limelight
doesn't pay the bills.

To meet the substantial
student contribution portion

of your
financial aid package,

we have assigned you
three jobs:

gym laundry, library,
candy shop.

If you miss
more than two shifts,

it can affect your award.

And yes, you have to wear them.

-Thank you.
-Next.

How's that arm
treating you, Felipe?

Look, I asked around.
Nobody knows shit

about who took
those shots at Monet.

That's the wrong answer,
man. I guess I ain't

give you
enough fuckin' inspiration.

Inspiration?
You broke my arm, man.

-Dru.
-Huh?

-Dru.
-Sorry.

-Come on, man.
-Listen.

-It didn't have to be like this.
-What,

you want me
to fucking lie?

I want you to give me
some fucking answers.

Fuck you, man.
There ain't nothin' to find.

We'll be back.

-Stupid.
-Fuck you, man.

-Fuck!
-Now what?

Nigga, I don't understand
why I gotta keep breaking arms

when Diana already said
it was Tariq.

Because she was wrong. So let's
find out who actually did it.

All right.

Lead the way, big man.

You're interested in the
engineering coterm at Stanford.

I didn't know
they had any openings.

That's a lot of work
and extremely competitive.

And... super expensive.

It's an investment
in your future.

There's one more
interview spot left.

You should go for it.

6:00 p.m. tomorrow.
Thank you, Professor Chen.

I really appreciate it.

Thank you. Thank you.

You gotta ease up, Monet.

Lord blessed you
with two kidneys

and you've already lost one.

I know what I gotta do, J.

Damn. You this annoying
when we was kids?

Girl, please.
You dressed like me,

talked like me, damn near wanted
to be me. Until you didn't.

Well, our lives took
different directions.

Ain't that the truth.

Sorry about that.

Obi, come here.

I may have come upon a solution
to our surplus problem.

How kind of this
Detective Carter

to open a new market
for us.

I know this network.

They supplied the Russians.

High volume, steady demand.

Oh, just what we need

to replace
our lost business in Europe

while we're laying low
over there.

The Tejadas won't like it.

Who cares what
they won't like.

Tell our little trio they're
just gonna have to go along

with this one.

Yes, ma'am.

Set up a meeting
with the Russians. Immediately.

I'll do my best.

About that.

I've been wondering
if your best

hasn't already
been given away.

Maybe to whoever
got you those green cards

you been begging me for.

We obtained those
through the embassy, ma'am.

-Hm.
-Official channels.

I hope so.

Because it will take some time
before we set up operations

here in the States,

and I'd like for our stay here
to be...

pleasant.

You have nothing
to worry about.

Um, aren't we supposed
to be doing prep

for the suspension hearing?

Just got a couple more sets.

So... what are all
the associates saying?

Fuckin' ingrates.

Everyone's fine to work
from here or from home.

I think they...

we just want to know if we're
gonna get paid next month.

Well, that depends on you,
right?

My brilliant counsel.

So...

am I gonna lose?

These allegations
by Jenny Sullivan

are pretty serious.

Possessing a stolen police file?

I didn't steal it.

Bribing a parole officer?

I didn't bribe him.

Violating conflict of interest

by representing a client
for murder

while also working
with the murder victim's mother?

Yeah, that mighta happened.

But when it comes
to attorney misconduct,

I've seen worse.

You've got a shot.

Thanks.

You like?

You're my boss.

Am I though?

I mean, maybe this is, uh,

one of the perks
of being suspended.

Well...

you're also my client.

I'm representing you.

So... you wanna be on top.

Let's find out.

You all right?

Got some wings
for my queens.

- How you doin'?
- Hey, Auntie.

-Hey, baby girl.
-Hi, Ma. How you doin'?

- You look good.
- Thank you, baby.

Y'all know y'all takin'
real good care of me.

Well, you've been
a pretty easy patient.

The Lord works
in mysterious ways.

Hey, Auntie, can we just
talk with just the family?

Our family.

Your family?

Oh okay, so I guess cousins
don't make the cut, huh?

-You know what I mean, Auntie.
-No, I do. I do.

Besides, I have no desire
to be buried

in y'all's family dirt.

All right, Monet, I'm gonna go
get you some blankets, okay?

Take care of her.

Listen, Ma.

Streets don't know
who came for you.

Well, y'all ain't
lookin' hard enough.

Yeah, 'cause we're not
lookin' at Tariq.

Diana said it wasn't Tariq.

After she said it was.

Look, we all hate the nigga,

but that don't mean he did it.

And Noma said anyone
who touches him gets a bullet.

Right. So enough
about Tariq.

Nah. See, this shit
not addin' up.

Bobby and fucking Whitney over
here keep protecting this nigga.

Why the fuck
would we protect him?

Nigga, I don't fucking know.

Use your fuckin' head, Cane.

Diana was in the car
wit' me.

So what's happenin'
with the business?

-You adding new corners?
-Yeah, it's taken care of.

Did y'all switch
warehouses yet?

Noma knows
what she's doin', Ma.

Noma wants to supply
the Russians.

The fuckin' Russians?

No fuckin' way, Cane.

If the Russians get in with
Noma, they gonna push us out

and that shit
is gonna be bloody.

That truce I negotiated with 'em
was fucking fragile. Nah.

Yeah, Ma, we said all that.
And guess what?

-She don't give a shit.
-Fuck that.

That bitch
need to hear it from me.

Wait, Ma, no. The doctor says
you need to rest--

I don't know what's
going on here, but no.

Nothing's going on here,
Janet.

Okay, well, Monet, you need to
be sitting down. Sit her down.

Sit down. Please, get her down.

-Come on.
-Watch her.

Hold up, hold up, hold on.
Here.

Put the pillow behind her.
You need to prop her up.

Prop her up. Wait, hold on.

Keep her elevated.
Gotta keep her up.

Everybody, stop with
the fucking pillows already!

Get the fuck outta here, please!

Welcome to the Banality
of Evil in Leadership,

a political and psychological
exploration

of whether evil
is a necessary component

of successful leadership.

Now I know from your
application essays

you're here because
you mean business.

So let's jump right in.

What type of person decides
that they are

worthy of leading?

And what makes someone
want to govern

the lives of others?

Greed.
They want power,

wealth, and fame.

They're basically narcissists.

Yeah. Same thing driving most
human behavior, unfortunately.

Sometimes, sure.

But there are also leaders

who actually do
wanna do social good

and they believe they have the
best ideas of achieving that.

Like Gandhi, Martin Luther King,
Malcolm X.

Yeah, but what's actually
behind that?

- Self-aggrandizement.
- I agree.

No matter what their goal is,

they think they're
the best person to do it.

Not necessarily.

Maybe some just want it
more than others.

So where does that
"want" come from?

-Defeat.
-What do you mean?

Suffering.

Shattered dreams.

There's no better motivator.

Out of the ashes
may rise the phoenix.

Or not.

I think history shows

that most
successful leaders win

and they use that success
to breed more success.

Well, it'll be
an interesting semester

investigating whether
that is indeed true. Good.

Mr. MacLean.

After reviewing the allegations

and the statement made
by your counsel, Ms. Tanaka,

we've concluded that your
license to practice law

will be temporarily suspended,

pending your
disbarment hearing.

Okay, if I may--

We have to take these
allegations seriously,

but you will have a chance
to defend yourself.

You'll get a hearing date
in the mail.

Davis, I'm so sorry.

Hey, can we talk?

Tariq.

Effie, what do you want, bro?

I was fucking angry and my back
was up against the wall. Okay?

I wasn't thinking when I told
Noma about us finding Anya.

I...

didn't think she was gonna
try to fucking kill you.

Effie, what the fuck did you
think she was gonna do

after hearing some shit
like that, huh?

I made it up to you.

I texted you that Cane
was out to kill you, so...

Are we good?

Fuck no.

-What was that about?
-We need to talk.

Privately.

Okay. So come by
the candy shop later.

Fine.

Your appointment's here.

Whoever the fuck you are,
you can get the fuck out.

Detective Don Carter, NYPD.

Where's your warrant?

I have a, uh...

proposal.

I'm sure there's nothing
you can offer me

I'd be interested in,
Detective.

How about the opportunity
to practice law again?

I know. I know.

You look at us cops
as simple people.

I got some fancy friends.

In fact, you might have seen
a couple of 'em

at your hearing
this morning.

You need to find
a faster way to say

whatever the fuck
you're saying.

Davis, I could use your help

in getting some really dangerous
people off the streets.

People like my clients?

Nobody would have to know.

Just like they don't know I got
friends at the bar association.

Here's a proposal.

You fuck wit' my life

and I'll fuck yours up.

We clear?

You seem stressed.

Maybe downsizing
is good for you.

Somewhere private.

Okay.

So what's up?

What's up is we got a shit ton
of product

we gotta move at the Ivies
for Noma. We gotta get on it.

What's wrong with the way
you been moving it?

You want me to sit around
and do all the work

while you play sorority girl?

Look, Effie, I'm a little
overwhelmed right now.

Yeah, welcome to my world.
This shit is mad hard, ain't it?

You think I don't want
more time to study?

Okay. I just need a week
or two to get caught up.

Fine.

Just get that shit together,
okay?

'Cause with Noma,
you're either in

or you're out with a bullet.

Your choice.

...Tejadas.

Well, Vadim
doesn't decide...

Wait here.

I thought they had a truce.

Yes,
to not kill each other.

But when it comes
to working together,

until they're out,
he won't even talk to us.

Well, you said
the Russians need product,

so what's the problem?

Obi, this doesn't bode well
for you.

- I didn't want to fly Ahmed--
- Ma'am.

The girl's here.

So...

what is it you want
to discuss?

I'd like to request
a bigger cut.

You increased the amount
of weight

you wanted moved
through the campuses

and I have met that
week after week.

Practically doing this
on my own.

I think that deserves
a bigger cut.

What's that American word
I love so much?

Moxie. Yeah.

Well, luv, you do
have a lot of that.

You also have a dangerous
misunderstanding

about how this
all works.

See, all you've done

is exactly what I've asked
of you.

Now if you're unhappy with
your terms, there is a way out.

But I don't think you'd
like it very much.

What if I brought you
more business?

-What business?
-The Russians.

Yeah, I couldn't help
but overhear.

Little girl,

what do you think you can do
that I can't?

Sometimes the right man
for the job

is a woman with
a whole lot of moxie.

I'll give you 24 hours.

Hope they don't kill you.

Ta-ra.

Hey, girl.

Remember you used to visit me
in that sixth floor walkup?

Woo, child. Yes.
That one with them big ol' rats?

Lord knows you were young.

Oh.

You were so patient
with that baby.

That was my Cane.

There was a calmness to you.

Like there was no other place
you wanted to be but with him.

But...
...things change.

That's what things do, J.
They change.

Yeah, I know you wanted
to give your baby everything,

but from where I was standing

he had everything
he could have ever needed.

Oh, so I'm a monster

because I didn't want my kids
to grow up with fuckin' rats?

Monet, that's not what I'm
saying. I did not say that.

I'm saying that
we all make choices.

And fuckin' Lorenzo
was making all mine.

Shit.

Really, baby boy?

You wanna play
this game again?

You throwin'
everything on the floor?

All right. What do you wanna
throw next, huh?

You wanna give Mama
some Cheerios?

Can I have that?

Ahh. Thank you.

Hey, baby. How's our little
hurricane doing?

Lorenzo,
we gotta get outta here.

This place is a shithole.

I'm doing what I can, Momo.

I gotta prove myself first,

then I can ask
for more product.

I'm gonna give you
everything you want, baby.

You just gotta hang in there
a little longer.

Monet...

Monet. Hey.

-You okay?
-I gotta go out, J.

Where you think you're going
this time of night?

You need to stay home and rest.

Last time I checked, you're my
nurse, not my fuckin' mother.

And last time I checked, you had
a second chance at life.

-Don't ruin it.
-Just open this, please.

Monet.

I don't know where you think
you're going.

And these are strong.

So?

Just one, okay?

One.

-Thank you.
-Really?

This new guy in
the kitchen, I don't like him.

We'll replace him next week.

He takes too long to make
the food.

Ah, who is this?

We're closed.

I just want a drink.

And then I'll go.

I'll do 50 grams
of your best vodka.

Make it cold.

You should have another.

You look like you could use it.

We'll all join you.

It's bad luck to drink alone.

Yeah, I don't believe in luck.

Oh. You must live
a very fortunate life.

Not have a need for luck.

-I make my own.
-How?

-Tell us.
-I hack into shit.

Think about it.

Your online identity
is everything.

Credit score.

Your rap sheet.
Employment records.

You control that,
you control life, no?

Well, if I ever need
that kind of help,

now I know who to ask,
right?

Yeah, but it's not just for you,
though.

Do you have kids?

I once changed
a boy's 400-meter time

and got him into Yale.

Why exactly are you here?

Slowly.

To help your daughter
Oksana's time

in the 200-meter backstroke.

And why would you do this?

It's an incentive.

I need you to meet
with my boss, Noma.

I already told Noma

it's not gonna happen!

I know. I also know
how bad Oksana

wants to be on
the Princeton swim team.

Leave my daughter
the fuck alone.

I only looked up
what I needed to

to be able to give you
what you want.

If I wanted it, I'm sure I could
find someone to do it.

Yeah, but you couldn't trust
them not to sell you out

and use it as blackmail,
now could you?

If I tried that,
Noma would fucking kill me.

Just talk to her.
That's it.

You don't like what
she has to say, then you leave.

And for that...

you change Oksana's
backstroke time.

And her butterfly.

All of it.

9:00 p.m. tonight.

We go together.
She'll be waiting.

Bro, this is your job?

Yep.

One outta three.

Don't even know when the fuck
I'ma have the time to study.

You study?

Appreciate y'all. Peace.

- Yeah!
- We love it!

Come help me with this shit
real quick.

Bro, I'm off the clock.

Elle, you killed that song.

Okay? That was fire.

I think we should add that
to our set.

-Yeah.
-What's up? I'm Brayden.

Weston. I know who you are.

Yeah, you know, the dude
that got suspended

but is always still on campus.

No. That dude
with good eyebrows,

perfectly sculpted abs,

and a career path towards
a financially secure future.

I can contribute
to that future.

My dealer just moved.

I'm in a different
line of work now.

But if you're looking for
20,000 square feet

of commercial storefront
in Midtown,

-I'm your guy.
-Bullshit.

That did not work.

I can do better. I...

-Sure.
-Do it.

Tariq St. Patrick.

We need to talk.

You guys get any new information
on the shooter yet, sir?

You ain't gotta act with me,
Tariq.

I'm just not buying this
bullshit about you being a hero.

Well, I don't think
I'm the hero.

That's just how
everything happened.

Tariq St. Patrick.

Son of James St. Patrick,

one of New York City's
biggest pieces of shit.

No code, no loyalty.

Just shit, really.

You smell just like him.

Sir, I don't know what you have
in your mind about my father,

but whatever that is,
that has nothing to do with me.

Really? My gut says you killed
Agent Young.

And my gut is rarely wrong.

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

But I do know that your gut
isn't admissible evidence.

I see. Keeping that...
that heart rate down.

Keeping your breathing
nice and slow.

Oh, you're a good fuckin' liar.

This is gonna be fun.

May I get back to work,
please, sir?

Yeah. This uniform
is real cute.

You can keep pretending

that you're just
some college kid,

but I know the truth.

I know who you fucking are

and I'm gonna put you
where you belong.

That's the least I can do
for Agent Young and his mother.

I hope that you can find
justice for both of them, sir.

By the way...

talk to your moms lately?

I can't speak to my mom
and I'm sure you know that.

That's right. She's in WITSEC.

So let... let me be the first
one to break it to you.

They're about to bounce
her ass out.

Think of that.

Tasha St. Patrick,
your mother.

Back on the streets where
everybody's gunnin' for her.

That would keep me up at night.

There's no reason
for you to be here, Monet.

-You should go home.
-I am home.

And this is my city, Noma.

I'm not gon' let you
greedy motherfuckers--

Monet, you're making
a fucking scene.

You goddamn right
I'm making a scene.

You ready to sacrifice my kids
after they been out here

-busting their ass for you?
-That's him.

-Monet.
-She needs to go now.

Don't let me tell you again.

Get the fuck outta here.

-Or what, Noma?
-Noma!

The fuck is this?
Some kind of setup?

What the fuck is she doing here?

Ms. Tejada was just leaving,
Vadim.

The fuck you were!

If I see any of you again,
I blow your fucking head off.

Yeah, you fucking try it,
bitch-ass nigga.

-Fuck you.
-Fuck you!

Fuck you.

Fuck you. Fuck. Fuck.

Monet.

Monet!

Yo, Davis.

You know of this NYPD detective
named Don Carter?

Uh-huh.

All right, let me guess.

He did his
big, bad cop routine on you too.

Yeah, I guess so.
Somebody to worry about?

Well, from what I looked up,

I think you might.

He's a cop on a fuckin' mission,
Tariq.

Was a rising star on the path
to some city hall kinda stuff

when his wife was killed.

Gunned down outside
the ER where she worked

as some dealers were finishing
off the dude on the gurney.

Hm. So he's out
for blood then.

Seems like it.

After bereavement leave,

he decided to get back
in the streets.

Started this narcotics
task force

and since then
he's been going hard

on every drug-related
motherfucker in New York.

Is he dangerous?

He ain't like the cops
you been dealing with,

so watch your fucking back.

All right, bet.

-Thank you, Davis. Good lookin'.
-No worries.

Thanks for taking Junior
for a few hours, J.

I needed a break.

Girl, you deserve
to get your nails done

every once in a while.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

There's a gun in the glovebox.
Give it to me, quick.

-A gun? What are you doing--
-Fucking now, Janet.

-Monet, don't you dare.
-Shut up, J.

I mean it.

Was I speeding, officer?

I got a hungry little guy
in the back.

Why the fuck did you have a gun
in the car with Lorenzo Jr.?

Wow.
So Janet's a snitch for reals.

Monet, tell me
what's going on.

All right, please don't be mad.

But I went to talk
to Carlos.

To get this.

Look, I'm sorry, baby. I just
wanna get us out this shithole.

You went behind my fucking back
to get more product?

I asked you to do it
ten times.

-It wasn't fucking time!
-Then how come I got it?

Don't fucking mix our kid
with business, Mo.

That shit will not end well.

Hm. My baby.

What the fuck
was you thinking, Monet?

Move.

We told you we had it covered,
right?

I was protecting you.

-I was protecting all y'all.
-No, you out here lookin' stupid

and that shit
coulda got us all killed.

Cane, enough. All right?

She's just trying to help us
get this situated.

No, Diana, she's trying to take
over like she always does.

Well, listen, Ma.

The game ain't
what it used to be.

All right? It's different now.

You out your league.

It's time for you
to just accept that.

Get the fuck outta my room,
Cane.

"Get the fuck outta my room,
Cane."

"I don't know how
to communicate, Cane."

Come here, Dru.

You know I raised you three to
be really smart in this life.

But it takes time.

And right now your brother's
out here feeling himself,

making all the decisions

while I been out
on the sidelines.

You know Cane.

He's always wanted
to be in charge.

Mm-hm.

Yeah, and he took a lot
of interest in them bullets

taking me out.

What? No, Ma.

No way. That's crazy.

Yeah, Cane would never.
Not in a million years.

I'm not so sure.

Y'all ain't got no other leads.

We'll find out who did it.

We got you. We promise.

Tariq, what are you doing?

You were supposed to call
tonight.

I mean, I went by the house

and Yasmine said
this is where you worked.

Yeah, well, WITSEC
wasn't too thrilled

when they had to relocate us.

So yeah, here we are.

In this cheap-ass town

where this is the only damn job.

-Ma, what the fuck?
-I know.

But look,
it's better than nothing.

Okay? Look, we're outta
the game now.

Your trust fund is gone.

I gotta make this work so Yas
can have some sort of a future.

-Listen--
-And at least we're safe.

This detective told me that
WITSEC is about to kick you out.

Is that true?

They didn't appreciate
that I went MIA

so they told me I got
one more time to fuck up.

-Fuck, Ma.
-Which is why

you need to go.

-No one can see you here.
-Yeah, but, Ma, listen,

that same detective
is asking questions about me.

Questions about you too.

-I covered my tracks.
-I'm sure of that.

But I know you, Ma. I know you
wanna finish what you started.

I need you to stay here
and not come back to New York.

-Please.
-What's goin' on, sweetheart?

-Are you safe?
-Ma, I'm fine.

But I need you to promise me
that you'll not come back.

-It's dangerous, Ma.
-Okay, baby. I promise.

-All right.
-Rachel? Everything okay?

Uh, yes. I was just showing
this young man

where the electronics are.

Sweetie, we don't bring
our personal life to work.

I'm gonna need you back
at the registers.

Chris, we've talked about this.

I'll be back over there
when I'm done.

Okay, sweetie?

-Ma, what the fuck was that?
-Tariq, please, let it go.

Since when would you ever let
anyone talk to you like that?

-What the fuck is going on?
-All right. Listen to me.

I don't have a lot of options.
Do you understand that?

I'm doin' my best.

And that man ain't nothin'
I can't handle.

Listen to me,
you need to leave now.

All right.

Listen.

I love you, Tariq.

I love you too, Ma.

Your mother has caused
quite a problem for me.

Oh yeah, the arm's doing nice.
Thanks for asking.

And all the cash I been bringing
off the street?

You're welcome.

Oh, you wanna talk about money?

Monet just lost me an enormous
opportunity to expand.

But worse, what she did
was stupid and dangerous

and could've exposed everything.
Including you.

Yeah, well, I can't control
what the fuck Monet does.

Well, too bad, 'cause
now you have to fix it.

Wait, you want me to bring
the Russians back to the table?

By day's end.

You know as soon as they see
my face, they'll kill me, right?

Well, you're a clever boy.

Figure something out.

Let's go.

No fucking way, Cane.

Listen, I wouldn't be calling
if I had another option.

I have an interview for school.

I don't know what to tell you.
I did my part. I'm done.

You know what?
You're right.

I'll figure something else out.

Wait.

Noma's gonna lose her shit on
you if you don't deliver, right?

Something like that.

Well, I something like don't
want that to happen to you.

Hold up, is this my phone
being hacked?

Is this Josefina Morales
actually saying some real shit?

Okay, first of all, never call
me Josefina ever again.

And shut up before
I change my mind.

-Hurry up.
-I fucking know.

Bye, Josie.

Listen, you lay a fuckin' finger
on Rachel again,

I promise, next time it's gonna
be your fucking throat,

you hear me?

Do you understand?

Yes, yes, I understand!

Now, report this shit, I'm
sending people to your house

to burn that shit down
while you layin' there.

You hear me?

-There you go.
-Thank you, baby.

-I'll get your pills.
-Dru, Dru, come here.

Listen.

I know you're upset with me
about your father and Gordo.

I really wish I didn't have
to do the things that I do.

But I couldn't be the mother
that you needed,

the mother that
this family needed

if I didn't do them.

You understand?

Are you fucking serious
right now?

I'm here thinking
you about to apologize

and instead you're justifying
what you did.

But, Dru, um, listen,
I'm trying to--

I can't hear another word
outta your mouth.

I'm gettin' the pills.

Uh-uh. Don't fucking do that.

-She's... She's poison.
-I know.

But look, if you do this,
if you switch her pills,

-there's no going back.
-I'm already there.

Dru, no you're not.

I am here trying to act
like everything's okay.

Because we have to.
So she doesn't get suspicious.

Well, I can't do it anymore.
I can't fuckin' do it anymore.

Listen to me.

I know it's been a hard year.

You've done things
you never thought you could do.

We both have.

Because of her.

And despite everything
Monet's done to fuck us up,

Dru, we ain't like her.

And we don't have to be.
You hear me?

We don't have to be.
Look at me.

We can be better than her.
I know we can.

No. No!

Bro, you gotta be
fucking kidding me.

Come the fuck on.

Fuck!

Yo, yo, yo, this is Brayden.
You know what to do.

Yo, B.

Where you at, bro?
I need a fuckin' favor, man.

Hm.

After you, hot stuff.

Tell me why
I shouldn't shoot you

right the fuck now.

Clean.
Untraceable. Military grade.

You won't find better in the
U.S. As many as you want.

Proof of Noma's good faith.

I mean, you wouldn't arm anybody
you was trying to make an enemy.

One condition.

From now on...

I only talk to the girl.

Thank God.

Can't even order a fuckin' Uber
right now, bro.

You good?

I mean, with the shit
that my mom's going through,

I can't even do nothing
about it.

I'm making $11 an hour
washing jock straps.

Shit is crazy, bro.

Facts. I mean, I don't even
like my family.

But seeing them lose everything?

I mean, they're selling
the house.

It's crazy how much
I actually wanna help.

You know,
what if we get back in?

Are you fucking kidding me?

Listen, B.

I don't know what the fuck
you on right now,

but we need real money.

We need to make real money

in order to protect
our families.

Do you not remember what just
happened to Becca? To Trace?

The only way to protect our
families is to not sell drugs.

And do what, bro?
We don't have shit.

-That's better than being dead.
-Fuck that shit, bro.

Listen, we can sell
without Noma knowing.

Bro, she knows everything.

Remember she popped up on us
in Italy

like some fucking
British Catwoman?

Listen, yes. I'm not saying this
shit is not a risk, all right?

Okay, y-you're right. It's not a
risk. It's a fucking death wish.

Not if you do it smart.

Weren't you just telling me how
unsmart your dumb ass just was?

-Yes.
-Okay.

But outta the ashes
rise the phoenix, okay?

What is this,
fuckin' Harry Potter?

You're serious about this.

Yes, I'm fucking serious, B.

You think I like being broke?

Worrying about what the fuck is
gonna happen to my mother next?

I don't know.

What I do know is I'm definitely
not cut out for a 9-to-5.

Which actually turns out to be

more like a 7-to-9
on a good day.

Exactly my point.

Especially while these
motherfuckers livin' large

off of an organization that
we built from the ground up.

Okay, hypothetically speaking,

if we were to do this again,
if we were to do this again,

what would happen with Effie,
the Tejadas?

-Everyone that fucked us over.
-Fuck Effie. Fuck the Tejadas.

They'll get what the fuck
is comin' to them.

You understand me?

Yeah.

Yeah, I do. Fuck it, I'm in.

Let's do this shit.

So what do we do now,
split a tuna melt?

I got a plan. Come on.

Put the vacuum down, Janet.

Monet, I don't see nobody else
cleanin' this house.

You always have an opinion.

So tell me, did I ruin my kids?

Monet, stop.

I was always so sure I was
teaching them how to survive.

Doin' what was best for them.

Maybe I was just doing
what was best for me.

We do the best with what
the good Lord has given us.

No, fuck that. When I woke up
in that hospital bed,

I promised myself that I would
do better by my kids.

So is that what all this
reminiscing has been about?

Look, I need to know, J.

Did I fuck up so bad
that I can't get 'em back?

Why don't you ask them?

Be honest, Dru.

I... I guess the fact
that you're asking is...

it's at least a start.

-I gotta go.
-Wait, Dru.

Did you get anything
on who shot me?

I'm workin' on it, Ma.

Maybe Cane will find something
in the morning.

How?

His head is all the way
up Noma's ass.

Ma... get some rest.

Well, the home test
was accurate.

So, I'm pregnant?

Look, I know
what college is like.

You know, lots of parties.

You think you know
who the father is?

Of course I do.

Okay, well, we'll go over
all of your options,

but I like to tell my younger
patients not to get lost

in the emotionality
of potential motherhood.

And what is that
supposed to mean?

As wonderful as it can be to
imagine yourself with a baby,

you really have
to ask yourself,

do you have the right
kind of environment

and family to bring a new life
into the world?

You don't know shit about me.

So you better watch yourself.

So let me get this straight.

You extended an offer
on my behalf

without my knowledge
or sign-off

and you expect me
to be grateful?

It's a good deal.

You had mad product and guns.
Now you don't.

You seem to be awfully confused

about who's in charge here,
luv.

"Perhaps this will help set
your mind straight, luv."

Excuse me?

That is what you was gonna say,
right?

Word-for-fucking-word.

Listen, Noma.
I wouldn't be here

if I didn't think I could
convince you that I was right.

Okay? So could you please get
your fucking guard dog off me?

The balls on you, huh?

You know what?
Release him.

You want me to take over, ma'am?

Why don't you head out, Obi?

Head out.

Yeah. Cane can stay

and explain to me why he thinks
it's a good idea

to sell automatic weapons
to the same people

his mother thinks
want to kill him.

-Noma, are you sure you want--
-Obi, please.

Please, Obi.

Can you have this conversation
over a scotch?

Yeah.

Hey, 2-Bit, I'm back
for my baby, motherfucker.

The fuck is this motherfucker
goin'?

Vegan Korean barbecue.

-Think it's a front?
-What, the nigga can't be vegan?

Save the world, 2-Bit.

We still taking
the fucking ride.

That's a fact.

So long as my spare key works,
I'm outta there.

Oh, baby, I missed you.

Get the fuck outta my car!

Motherfucker, this is my shit.

Mr. Okeke.

You have a minute?

Of course.

-How may I help you, officer...
-Detective.

Carter. NYPD.

I tracked down some phone calls
between you and a man

who, uh, allegedly shot
a federal officer

on Stansfield's campus
last month.

And I been thinking that...
the shooting

might not be as clear-cut
as everyone says it was.

You must be mistaken.

I have no connection
to any people like--

Well, hold on now.
Hold on.

What about your connection

to whoever pushed through that
green card for your brother?

'Cause that shit happened
fast as fuck.

Easy come, easy go, yeah?

What do you mean?

Don't worry.

We're gonna talk
more about it later.

You're comin' with me.
Hands on the car.

-You clean?
-Fuck no.

And I ain't talkin' to you
without my piece, so...

I'm keepin' mine.
Get in the car.

All right. What's this about?

I'll come clean
wit' you, Tariq.

I don't think my kids are
looking to find out who shot me.

What that gotta do with me?

-Diana said it wasn't you.
-'Cause it wasn't.

But you're the one with the
biggest reason to want me dead.

Yeah, you also told me you ain't
have nothin' to do

with Tommy
goin' after my mother.

And you believe that?

So why should I believe
you wasn't the one

that took them shots?

Because it wasn't me.
All right, Monet?

I don't know what the fuck else
you want me to tell you.

Why the fuck you think I would
come after Tasha?

'Cause that's what Kate Egan
told me.

Who the fuck is Kate Egan?

Why the fuck are we here? Hm?

Yo, I'm deadass.
Who the fuck is this bitch

and what did she say?

She's Tommy Egan's mother.

She told me that you gave Tommy
Tasha's address.

Why the fuck would Tommy's
bitch-ass mother

say some shit like that?

Probably wanted you dead
or something.

No shit.

Question is,
who put her up to this shit?

'Cause that motherfucker's
gonna die.