All language subtitles for POWER - S04 E05 - No me des las gracias(1080p - BluRay)

Ghost". Previously on "Power"...

DOJ approved the death penalty.

Marshal: Yeah,
cameras don't work, son.

You know, we lost an
inmate last year just like this.

So if you rat me out as Ghost,
then I'll spill what I know about you.

Your tuition check for this
quarter was returned by the bank.

Insufficient funds.

This establishment is
closed until further notice.

LaKeisha: The hell are you talking
about? You can't shut me down.

"Andre". Yo, Julio, hit me back.

Truth got shut down, man.

- Trust me.
- Tommy: Trust you?

- You're Ghost's lawyer.
- Yeah, I'm yours, too.

Your duties of loyalty
and confidentiality

to both of your clients
are clearly compromised.

I'm not your attorney anymore.

Everything he's
done, he did for you.

It's not his gun, Angela.

And if it's not his gun,

what does that say about
the rest of your case?

He didn't hide
the gun. Holy shit.

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

♪ I just come from
the poorest part ♪

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

♪ This is where it goes down a'

♪ I just happen
to come up hard a'

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

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

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

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

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

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

♪ That corner every 15
minutes, they moving seven ♪

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

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

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

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

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

♪ That 007, that's
62 on my count ♪

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

♪ This is where it goes down a'

- ♪ Oh, yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I just happen
to come up hard a'

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

(hip-hop music playing)

- (hip-hop music on headphones)
- Seriously?

I said I'd "try" to keep up.

I tried.

(Speaking Spanish)

(Speaking Spanish)

I just want to run.

(Speaking Spanish)

I think Jamie's innocent.

Oh, my God.

I know, I got new
information, and I kind of just...

No.

I can't believe you
think he's innocent.

After everything he put you
through, you still got feelings for him.

Feefings?

I'm still angry at him.

He still made me a
fool and broke my heart.

(Speaking Spanish)

No.

(Speaking Spanish)

Could have major
consequences, not only for me,

but for my entire task force.

(Speaking Spanish)

I can't let him die for
something he didn't do.

(Sighs)

(Speaking Spanish)

If he's innocent.

- James, I get that you're scared.
- I'm not scared. I'm fucking angry.

I'm angry that the lawyer I
trusted just got disqualified.

I'm angry that I'm standing here with
you wondering if you ready for this shit.

You didn't pick me, I get it,

but you need to
get over that shit.

And you need to do it
pretty goddamn quickly,

because if we can't
trust each other,

I am no good to you

and I'm the nigga standing
between you and a needle.

Now...

tomorrow is your
asset forfeiture hearing.

In front of the judge, the
prosecution is going to present

whatever it is they
found in your financials

that they believe
links you to this crime.

Any idea what that might be?

Just like with the
gun, I didn't do it, so...

there's no evidence for
prosecution to find to prove that I did.

And Tasha runs our finances.

But I can tell you, there's
nothing they'll find there.

Okay, well, there's
one more possibility.

A RICO case, uh,
enterprise corruption.

But that only plays
if you actually have

a criminal enterprise.

If the business that you shared with
Thomas Egan was completely legit,

we don't have
anything to worry about.

Do we have anything
to worry about?

No.

Mike, may I have a word?

Yeah, sure. What's up?

I reviewed the surveillance
tapes from Truth.

Nowhere on there does it show
James St. Patrick hide the gun.

Look, if James had placed
the gun behind the bar,

the tapes would have shown
him going to the bar area,

but he never does, not once.

I think he may be innocent.

Valdes, the defense already won
their motion to suppress the gun.

What does trotting out the
speculation about surveillance tapes

to Judge Tapper do
for us to win this case?

It's the truth.

I want justice for Greg's murder,
but if St. Patrick didn't do it...

He did it, Angela.

I thought so, too, Mike, but
now, how can you be so sure?

We should take this to Mak.

At minimum, the tapes are exculpatory
and should be presented to the defense.

These tapes are out, period.

We're not risking what chance we
have at winning this case on speculation.

Ah, buenos dias,
my Latino brethren.

Today is a good day.

The decision to free St.
Patrick's finances bore fruit.

A seven-figure check written
from one Thomas Patrick Egan

to St. Patrick's
nightclub, Truth,

after they supposedly severed
their business partnership.

Mak: We don't
know what it's for,

but the payment could
have been for killing Greg.

This could have
been a murder-for-hire.

- This is great work, Coop.
- Oh, I know.

If St. Patrick was using
the nightclub business

to hide a
murder-for-hire payment,

we could argue the
whole company is corrupt.

- A RICO case.
- Saxe: Exactly.

And once Judge
Tapper hears about this,

we have a whole other
way to nail St. Patrick.

(breathing heavily)

Hey, Marshall,

it was a damn shame to
hear about your transfer.

Danbury's pretty drafty
this time of year, ain't it?

How the fuck you
know about that?

You know how it
works around here.

If there's information
out there to be had,

somebody's gonna cough it up.

I ain't got shit to
say to you, convict.

And what if the topic
was James St. Patrick?

Would you have
something to say then?

We all know he ain't
your favorite convict here.

He and that lawyer,
they got money.

They probably
know people, right?

I'm guessing they got
you booted out of here.

Now, how would you
like to get rid of him?

Why did they kick
Proctor off the case?

They argued that his relationship
with Tommy Egan compromised

his judgment when it came
to your husband's case.

- (sighs)
- From what I saw, Mrs. St. Patrick,

they weren't wrong.

- You may be in better hands with me.
- I see.

They've scheduled the
hearing for tomorrow.

And normally this
wouldn't come up until trial,

but everything with this
case has been accelerated.

I talked to James.

He doesn't seem to
think there's anything

that can be linked
to criminal activity,

but I have to ask, is that true?

Absolutely.

Sometimes I get the feeling that James
isn't being completely honest with me.

He doesn't trust me,
but you do, don't you?

(scoffs)

Look, I don't know
what you're getting at,

but, like, I said,
there's nothing, okay?

We've always done
everything on the up-and-up.

Good.

I may need to put
you on the stand

to corroborate, just in case.

- Wait, I have to testify?
- It's either you or James.

Well, isn't that a risk for me?

Putting you on the stand
waives spousal privilege, it's true.

They will cross-examine you.

But if there's really nothing
criminal about the family finances,

we've got nothing
to worry about.

Hey, it's an asset hearing.

I'll make sure the
prosecution stays on task.

I don't know if I can do this.

I haven't known you a very
long time, Mrs. St. Patrick,

but I'm pretty sure that
if you put your mind to it,

you can do anything.

- (music playing)
- a' I can get you high baby a'

♪ I don't need a plane, you
should hurry up and buy ♪

♪ 'Cause we selling
everything, I'm the dopeman ♪

♪ I'm the dopeman, get with the
program, get with the program ♪

- Impressive.
- (chuckles) You like that?

Yeah, look at you,
rolling that blunt.

Most of the girls I've been with
don't even know how to roll they hair.

In that case, how do
you roll a blunt, white boy?

(Uaughs)

Don't y'all usually
use bongs and shit?

Yeah, us white
boys we use bongs.

Big old bongs like this.

- Let me see.
- This bong here.

- (laughs)
- You like that?

Clear it out. Suck
that smoke down.

(chuckfing) Crazy.

Here.

Yo, on the real,
Tommy, the shop.

What's going on?

I can't imagine losing
something I built.

I ain't gonna lie to
you, 'Keisha, it's bad.

And I know it's probably
hard to trust me right now.

I'm staying cool.

I just need you
to stay cool, too.

All right, Tasha
knows what she doing.

And things gonna go
back to the way they was.

I promise.

(cell phone vibrates)

- Mm.
- Mm.

_ (soft groan)
- (soft laugh)

You know this shit
is new to me, right?

Getting the good guy
that I can talk real shit to

and kick it With.

(text message swoops)

What happened
between you and Holly?

I know you said she's
not coming back, so...

I just don't want to make
the same mistake that she did.

I'm sorry, you say something?

Nah.

(distant horn honking)

OW! What the fuck?

When were you gonna tell me
you got kicked off Ghost's case?

- You're gonna break my arm.
- I don't give a fuck.

Is this about what we did
with that guy from Homeland?

For Christ sake, no.

Let me go!

(groans)

What about the
goddamn nightclubs?

And the weave shop?
They put chains on them!

And now I'm hearing
Tasha might have to testify?

Some asset fortified hearing?

It's an asset
"forfeiture" hearing.

Silver really doesn't
have a choice.

If Tasha was running
the family books,

then she would need to get on
the stand and verify any activity.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Tasha's as involved
as the rest of us.

The weave shop that
she's been managing,

it's being used to
clean my money.

How the fuck am I just
hearing about this now?

Because it was need-to-know, and
until now, you didn't need to know.

This whole time, Tasha
actually is an accomplice.

That's what you're telling me?

So the freezing of the
assets, the weave shop,

they're barking
up the right tree?

- Does LaKeisha Grant know?
- Yeah.

And that's why you were telling
me to keep the Feds away from her.

Why wouldn't you tell
me she was implicated?

Because it was too late.

There's no way to know if they
found something until the hearing.

Silver puts Tasha on the
stand thinking it's all good,

and if the prosecutors
know about the drug money

in the weave shop, she's toast.

All of you are.

I have to go.

Fuck, man.

(cell phone vibrating)

- (sighs) 'Sup, Petar?
- You tell me.

I'm gathering
updates as we speak.

Hey, that's good.
Do we have any?

Chicago's losing their patience.

No, not yet, but trust me,
the clubs will be open soon

and our stuff will
be flowing in no time.

Okay, that sounds great to me,

but, uh, Chicago, they
need answers soon.

(muffled indistinct chatter)

My, my, if looks could kill.

Oops. Too soon?

Are they treating you right?

You know, I've personally
never been to prison,

- but the stories |'ve...
- Simon, I don't have time for this.

You know, I, for one,
don't believe you did it,

even though everyone is
saying you did, but not me.

I'd like to think you're not
capable of such atrocities.

- You're right, I'm innocent.
- That's the spirit, James.

You must keep your
mind focused on the case,

not about things on the outside,

like your financial
situation, for example.

I heard about the
freezing of your assets.

It's heartbreaking.

How do they expect
your family to live?

I'd like to float you a marker

until this whole mess is over.

See, I-I was thinking...

I'll save you the trouble. I
won't accept your money.

Businessmen have
spats all the time, James.

You get in our tax bracket,
you're bound to bump heads.

But we still look
out for each other.

Now, please, consider my offer

for a little financial
assistance.

No. I don't want or
need your money.

Now, if you'll excuse
me, I'd rather be in my cell.

- Good-bye, Simon Stern.
- James...

Proctor: Are you
enjoying your lunch?

It's fine.

But I'm surprised
you're free this afternoon.

You never have
time to eat with me,

'cause you're always
rushing out to work.

Well, there's something
I need to tell you.

They said I messed
up a few things at work.

And because of it,

I'm not gonna be working
that big case anymore.

But it means we'll
have a lot more time

to hang out and stuff.

That's good, right?

Were you messing up because
I'm staying with you now?

No, sweetheart. Absolutely not.

Oh, my God, Elisa
Marie, you staying with me

is the best thing in my life.

- Okay?
- Angela: Who's this?

AUSA Valdes, my
daughter and I would like to

continue our meal
uninterrupted, so...

Joe, we have to talk.

Please?

Daddy, it's okay.

You're the boss.

Be right back, okay?

- Okay.
- Don't drink my coffee.

I watched the surveillance
tapes from Truth.

- You were right.
- No, James was right.

But you were too fucking busy arresting
him and disqualifying me to see it.

Help me fix this.

I've already taken it
to my office and they...

Yeah, and let me guess.

Those fucking assholes told
you to leave it alone, right?

(scoffs)

And I'm supposed
to be the dirty lawyer.

Look, they know if they
present this to the judge,

it's gonna draw suspicion
on the prosecution.

If James didn't put
the gun there, they did.

I can't accuse my
office of a frame job

unless I know everything about
Jamie's involvement in all of this.

Look, if you really
want to help him,

you need to talk
to him directly.

- I could call Silver now.
- Thank you.

(scoffs) Yeah fucking right.

Damn.

This red one is nice.

It's nice, but
red is too bright.

You know, if |'ma be testifying,
I need to be in something

more subdued, serious.

This actually is life and death.

I guess I just gotta pick one of
these and take the rest of them back.

You know I paid cash.

Girl, don't even sweat that.

You know I got my
tag gun on ready.

(both laugh)

You would do that.

I do it, all the time.

Can't believe you gotta testify.

"Might" need to testify.

Silver isn't sure yet.

But Tommy talked to Proctor.

If Silver wants me to testify,

it would mean I would
have to tell him everything,

about us, about the
weave shop, everything.

- You trust Silver?
- I don't know. I mean...

- (cell phone chimes)
- I don't know if he would work as hard

to help Ghost if he knew
the truth about all of us.

(Sighs)

Who did you want that to be?

Nobody.

Uh... mm-hmm.

- A man?
- (laughs)

Girl, you out here getting your back
blown out and didn't even tell me?

Yeah, but it's more than that. I
caught feelings, which was stupid.

And I don't think he
feel the same way.

Well, first off,

any nigga not smart enough
to know how lucky he is

to be with you, he ain't
worth your goddamn time.

Well, I appreciate that, but...

I never dated a
white boy before.

- Maybe they different.
- Wait-wait, wait-wait.

You're dating a white boy?

- (laughs) _ (scoffs)

- I never thought I'd see the day.
- Me either.

But he ain't no
cornball. He got flavor.

Only white boy I know like that is
Tommy, and he only dates redheads.

Which one of these black
dresses you gonna wear?

The honest truth,
Jamie. No more bullshit.

The fingerprints left
on Greg's window,

did you leave them there
or were they planted, too?

I was there.

- Damn it, Jamie.
- When Greg pulled me over,

he told me he had evidence
pointing to you as the mole.

I went to his apartment
to look for it, to protect you.

I'm being framed
for all of this.

How can you expect me to
believe anything you say now?

Because when I was in the
apartment, and you came in,

looking for Greg, I was
hiding in the bathroom.

You asked him
how it went with MJ?

How does this prove
you're being framed?

Angela, when I looked in the
drawer, that phone wasn't there.

The mole planted the phone,

and I think the
mole killed Greg.

Or Greg could have brought
the phone home with him

and put it in the
drawer before he died.

Damn it, Angela, are
you listening to me?

The DNA, the planted gun.

Come on, there's gotta be some part
of you that knows that I didn't do this.

Otherwise, why would you
be sitting here right now?

Miss Valdes, what
can you do for us?

In the asset forfeiture hearing,

Mak and Mike are
gonna argue to the judge

that a seven-figure check found
in your accounts from Tommy

- is payment for Greg's murder.
- It's bullshit.

Maybe, but to them, a
check insinuates collusion.

Collusion means organization,

and that is a straight
line to a RICO case.

Miss Valdes, would
you excuse us?

I need to speak with my client.

Yes, of course.

(door opens)

James, I'm gonna need you to be
completely honest with me right now.

This check,

is it anything that could
support a RICO case?

It was a loan.

I used the money to pay
my former security firm

that has since been terminated.

Simply a loan.

- It's the truth.
- Okay, you mentioned earlier

that Tasha manages the money.

- Can she testify to that?
- Is that our only option?

My wife on the stand?

Only? No.

But I have to say,
it may be our best.

(music playing)

(both moaning)

♪ Yeah, word to
motha, blukka blukka a'

♪ I bust a nigga, owe me
money then I owe you bullets ♪

♪ Cock and pull
it, bitch, I move it ♪

♪ That cocaina, thatAquafina ♪

♪ Yeah, that water
with my bitch Nina a'

♪ Yeah, she a keeper,
see I just turned 21 ♪

- (cell phone beeps)
- ♪ And ain't shit changed... ♪

(moaning)

(cell phone beeps)

♪ I take my bitch and cruise,
cruise down the road to fame ♪

♪ Got my name up
and all the hos... ♪

- (moaning)
- (cell phone beeps)

Fuck.

♪ We don't give
a fuck about it ♪

♪ I push whatever,
get whatever... a'

What the fuck's Cristobal telling
people I'm giving him extra weight for?

He's been around a
lot lately, talking to Dre.

Saw them together at
the club the other night.

- At Truth?
- Yeah.

I'm gonna be working at
this hole-in-the-wall spot.

Dre's setting up for some party.

Do you want me to keep
an eye out for anything?

No, mama, don't worry about it.

I'll take care of it.

♪ Word to motha,
blukka blukka a'

♪ I bust a nigga, owe me
money then I owe you bullets ♪

(Sighs)

Yo, gotta be aware
of your surroundings.

You don't want no one
sneaking up on you.

(scoffs) I heard you coming.

Stop lying-

Yo, I like this gear,
man. Where'd you get it?

- Cashmere. It's fresh, right?
- Yeah. Your mom get it for you?

Nah, I saw it, liked
it, and I bought it.

How you got money like that?

Just some cash I saved up.

You know, everybody saying
I'm the man of the house now,

- so I ain't want to bother Mom for it.
- Stepping up, all right.

Everything else
all right with you?

Yo, Uncle T, can I
ask you something?

Yeah. What's up?

How old were you
when you first had sex?

Why you asking?

Oh, no I was just wondering.

Tariq, did you hit some girl?

What? Yo.

When did this happen?

Few days ago.

I thought me and your dad
said come talk to us first.

Well, Dad's not here, and
it kind of just happened.

Well, tell me about it.

If you want to, I mean.

- I mean, where were you?
- A party.

- You strap up?
- Oh, yeah. Hell yeah.

Good. All right, my man.

- Tariq, always strap up, no matter what.
- Yeah, I know.

Who the hell did you
go to this party with?

Dre took me. He
was there with me.

Uncle Tommy, can we keep
this between me and you?

Yeah.

No doubt.

Well, hurry up. You
gotta get ready for court.

Terry, I need to talk to
you before I go up there.

There's something
you need to know.

I'm sorry, Mrs. St.
Patrick, it'll have to wait.

Trust me, everything's
gonna be fine.

Mak: Good afternoon, Your Honor.

Upon reviewing Mr. St.
Patrick's finances,

a discovery has been made.

We'd like to enter into evidence
a check written by Thomas Egan

to Mr. St. Patrick's
nightclub Truth,

which we believe is payment

for the murder of
FBI Agent Greg Knox.

The defense has spoken to
the long-standing friendship

between Mr. Egan
and Mr. St. Patrick.

How do we know
this isn't just a loan

being paid off between pals?

For one, Mr. St.
Patrick's own statements

that their business
relationship had concluded

at Mr. St. Patrick's
behest several weeks prior.

And the other, the
amount, Your Honor.

Seven figures. Must
be one hell of a loan.

Mr. Silver, those are some
very compelling points.

You have anything you
want to say to dispute them?

Yes, Your Honor. We'd
like to present a witness.

I'd like to call James
St. Patrick to the stand.

Bailiff: You swear to tell the
truth and nothing but the truth

- so help you God?
- I do.

Mr. St. Patrick,

are you aware of the
check the prosecution cited?

Well, yeah. I don't
know where you grew up,

but when somebody gives
you a check for seven figures,

you tend to remember...
That's a lot of zeroes.

Silver: Can you explain
the purpose of the check?

Yes, the check was a loan to
pay a security firm that I hired

some time back to
secure my three nightclubs.

And why did you need to go to
your friend Tommy Egan for this?

I mean, you're a
successful businessman.

You have three nightclubs.

- Why not a bank?
- Tommy's my friend.

I was in negotiations with the
Bassett Hotel Group at the time.

I'd invested all of my
liquid money with them,

so I needed the immediate cash.

I'm sure that put your
family in a pretty tough spot.

It did.

As a father, it keeps
you up at night,

hoping that you're providing
everything for your children.

That's why I'm fighting so
hard to get back to them,

back home.

When Mr. Mak comes
up here to question you,

he's going to say that you
were desperate for money.

Lucky for you, your friend
Tommy Egan had that money,

but he did need
something in return.

He needed you
to kill Agent Knox.

Which absolutely couldn't
be further from the truth.

I get it.

Where I grew up,
Southside Jamaica, Queens,

people think as a
young black man

that you're given one coin
with two sides, Your Honor.

Death or jail.

Fortunately for me, I'm living
proof that it can go another way.

Tommy's loan was
simply that, a loan.

No quid pro quo.
No strings attached.

I'm a businessman.

I'm a husband, a
father, and a friend.

Nothing more, nothing less.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

All right, you may step
down, Mr. St. Patrick.

We will take a 30-minute recess.

(gavelbangs)

It was bad, but we still
have the upper hand here.

By putting St. Patrick on the
stand, Silver's made him fair game.

- This is our chance.
- Mike: I agree.

And I know how to get him.

Stern: Tasha St. Patrick.

I'm so sorry to see you
under these circumstances,

but you look wonderful.

Thank you, Simon
Stern. It's good to see you.

- How's the single life treating you?
- Splendidly.

You'd be surprised how
energized you feel when you're free.

Speaking of freedom,
such a shame

an innocent man
is being railroaded.

Mm.

Well, that's nice to hear,

but James has plenty of support.

Oh, of course. I saw
your beautiful family.

I also heard about
financial issues

you're facing.

The last thing we want to
see is this unfortunate case

beginning to
affect your children.

Let me help.

That's nice of you,
but... we're good.

Thanks. Now, if
you'll excuse me...

Mrs. St. Patrick, if
you change your mind,

give me a call.

Tommy: It was supposed to be a
one-off thing to get their shipment in.

And you telling me that you
want to open it back up again?

I mean, I figured it worked well last
time with the club being locked down.

We need to make some
money somehow, so...

supplement the loss.

I like it. Smart thinking, Dre.

This time I need it to be more
underground, word of mouth.

I mean, it can't be permanent.
Can't be selling product here.

In case anything happens,
we can just pack it all up,

- get the fuck out of Dodge.
- I'm way ahead of you.

I was thinking if we don't
want to move the weight in here,

then we open the courier
system, sell the drugs that way.

Club, it offered us protection.

We hide in plain sight.
This place is risky.

And what about the women?

How do we know they're not going to
say anything about what's going on?

- (chuckles)
- Huh? And where is fucking security?

We don't need to
worry about security.

Niggas gonna be way too focused
on getting ass to start some shit.

My guys can vouch for
each one of these girls.

They ain't got big mouths. They
just want to be where the batters at.

Tommy: So what you think?

That something Chicago
could get on board with?

Yeah, I will call and
confirm with them.

(mock Serbian accent) Good,
you call and confirm with them.

(all chuckling)

Yo, man, look at you.
Corner boy to entrepreneur.

- Yes, sir.
- Not bad.

I wish I could say the same
about what you did with Tariq.

What the fuck was you
thinking taking him to a party?

What are you talking about?

You keep playing
stupid, I'll break your face.

Tariq told me that you took him
to a party and he fucked some girl.

Wait, he fucked some girl?

I dropped him off
at his friend's house.

I ain't take him to no party, man. I
don't know what Tariq's talking about.

- So you're saying he lying?
- I'm not saying anything.

I'm just saying I never
took him to a party.

Look, anything
happening with Tariq,

hell, the whole the family,

you run it by me first.

Make sure this shit
goes off without a hitch.

♪ Niggas talk about me,
but they know I live it' ♪

Mike: Mr. St. Patrick,
earlier you stated

that Thomas Egan
was a close friend,

that he'd do anything to
help you in your time of need.

- Within rea...
- And in turn you'd do anything for him.

Like going to Agent
Knox's apartment.

Right?

I didn't go to Agent
Knox's apartment.

Mike: But your
fingerprints are there.

It's a rookie
mistake, but after all,

you're a businessman,
not a contract killer.

You made a deal.

You had to uphold your end
of your deal with your friend,

you had to kill Agent Knox.

Objection, Your Honor,
badgering the witness.

Your Honor, Mr. Silver knew the
risk of putting his client on the stand

- before he did it.
- Oh, he's got you there, Mr. Silver.

Overruled.

I'm sure there was a part of you

hoping you didn't
have to kill him,

but then you saw it,

that look in his eyes when he
realized why you were really there.

- You pulled out your gun...
- Your Honor...

Mike: You hadn't
committed a crime yet.

You could walk away and
no one would ever know.

Except Knox would
know, wouldn't he?

He'd know what you were.

Tommy Egan's henchman,
a criminal, a killer.

- I'm not a killer.
- He didn't know

what was at stake for you,
who you were protecting,

who paid for you to be
there with the check we found.

When Knox went for your gun,

you had to shoot him.

- Isn't that right, Mr. St. Patrick?
- I didn't shoot anyone.

And when he
didn't die right away,

when he held his hand
out to beg you to stop,

you didn't have a choice.

There was no going back.

In cold blood, you
shot Agent Knox again.

You saw his lifeless
body laying on the ground,

and you panicked.

So you climbed out the window

and left your fingerprints
behind, isn't that right?

I didn't kill Agent Knox
and, I repeat, I wasn't there.

But your fingerprints are in
his apartment, Mr. St. Patrick.

How can we believe you?

Your Honor, we
know what, a murder.

We know who, the defendant.

We know where and when.

And now... we know why,

because you were
paid, Mr. St. Patrick.

Because a good businessman
always holds up his end of the deal.

I didn't kill Greg!

Silver: Your Honor, this
speculative rant by the prosecution

has no bearing on the matter at hand
and should be stricken from the record.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

Although, I am curious,

how does the defendant know the
victim well enough to call him "Greg"?

- Silver: Your Honor...
- Withdrawn.

Judge: Mr. St. Patrick,
you can step down.

And if the defense has
no further witnesses,

I will make my ruling

on the check being admitted
into evidence tomorrow morning.

- Good job.
- In the meantime, Mr. St. Patrick

will be returned to the MCC.

(gavelbangs)

Where were you in there?

Isn't it your fucking job to make
sure that that doesn't happen?

You let him call me a fucking
murderer in front of my family?

We knew this was a
possibility with you on the stand.

We took a swing and we missed.

All we can do now is
prepare for the realities of trial.

I'll be bringing on some
more associates from my firm

to help assist with the case.

Yeah, well, let's hope
they're better than you.

We'll need forensic experts
to conduct tests and testify,

private investigators to
find all of the evidence

that the FBI chose to ignore.

All of this costs money.

I don't think I can afford it.

You're gonna have to find a way.

The media attention is
also going to increase.

Right now, the Feds think that
they have a cop-killer on the ropes,

and they are going to increase
the pressure on your family

until all of this is over with.

And we're gonna
have to lean on them,

especially as character
witnesses for the penalty phase,

if the jury does,
in fact, convict.

You think we can win?

What's your rush, killer?

I just want to get
back to my cell.

Get back to your cell, huh?

Must have been
a hard day in court,

sitting there with
your little niglets,

watching they daddy get told how he ain't
nothing but a murdering piece of shit.

You ain't gotta talk
to me like that, man.

And your beautiful wife, wow.

It ain't gonna take long for her to find
another nigga to come dig that pussy out.

Maybe even a nigga with a badge.

Think she might come up to
Danbury, give a nigga a visit?

That'd be something,
wouldn't it?

Your wife and kids
calling me "Daddy."

(door opens)

(strained) Teresi,
what are you doing?

Sorry, kid.

- Change of plans.
- (choking)

(choking and screaming)

(gasping)

That's it.

(gagging)

There you go.

Take your clothes off.

Take your fucking
clothes off now!

We're gonna make this look
like a suicide. They fought.

This kid killed him, and
realized what he did,

and he didn't want to
take the death penalty.

Now, switch clothes with him.

(door opens)

(door closes)

How'd it go in court?

Not well.

I thought you were going to your
bosses with the information you got.

I did.

They chose to ignore it.

If this case goes to trial...

Jamie's gonna get
the death penalty.

You did what you could.

It's out of your hands now.

(Speaking Spanish)

This is AUSA Angela Valdes.

We need to talk.

Tasha: I have to go
back to court today.

It didn't go well.

Tommy, we're staring
at a mountain of shit,

and it includes all of us.

Which is why I need to know
if you're fucking LaKeisha.

What? No.

Bullshit. I ain't stupid.

I know you two.

She going on and on about
this white boy who's hitting it right.

I know it was you.

When did it happen?

Tell me the truth, Tommy.

(exhales)

She said I was hitting it right?

When that Milan shit popped off.

He saw LaKeisha as a problem
and solving it meant one thing.

So instead, I stashed her away.

I didn't plan on hitting it,

it just... happened.

- Mm-hmm.
- A bunch of times.

I guess I should thank you

for saving my girl's
life, behind my back.

But goddamn, not
for breaking her off.

Now she's all into you.

And it's clear as day, you
ain't feeling her like that.

I thought you were
really into Holly.

I know you broke up,
but I thought you'd at least

try to find her after I told
you she was pregnant.

Holly ain't coming back, Tasha.

Ever.

We didn't break up.

She didn't run away.

She dead.

(breathing shakily)

Dead?

What the hell happened?

Lobos wanted me to kill
Ghost, and I couldn't do it.

So Holly went ahead
and tried to do it herself.

(exhales sharply)

I-I fucked up.

I didn't know about the baby.

I never would have put
hands on her if I knew.

I thought she killed Ghost.

I thought Ghost was dead.

I understand if you
want me to get out.

I want me to get out.

I just... I can't get
away from myself.

I understand why
you did what you did.

We're a family...

and we protect each other.

Thank you.

LaKeisha wants something from me

that I can't give her.

I don't think I can give
that to anyone again.

But you still need to
protect the family, Tommy.

You can't let her down.

You can't let me down.

We cannot predict what she'll do

if you walk away
and break her heart.

And you know I'm right.

What the fuck do
we do if she talks?

I mean, I know
she your girl, so...

you know... I got you.

(softly) I know.

You sure you don't
know what this is about?

No idea.

- Where's Angela?
- Mr. Silver, court is on the record.

I have received your
motion to dismiss.

- Call your first witness.
- Thank you, Your Honor.

The defense would like to call
AUSA Angela Valdes to the stand.

Your Honor, we have
to strongly object.

You can't allow
AUSA Valdes to testify.

She's a prosecutor on this case.

Your Honor, AUSA Valdes is
going to testify to a repeated pattern

of prosecutorial misconduct
throughout this case,

due to institutional bias
against Mr. St. Patrick.

I'd say, as a
prosecutor on the case,

she is uniquely qualified
to provide testimony

as a material witness.

Well, I'd like to hear
what she has to say.

Do you swear to tell the truth and
nothing but the truth so help you God?

I do.

The court already knows
about the prosecution's failure

to present knowledge
of the traffic stop

between Agent Knox
and Mr. St. Patrick.

Apparently now there's
a... A surveillance video

that's exculpatory
for my client?

The surveillance footage
from Truth nightclub

from the night of Greg's murder
until the arrest of Mr. St. Patrick

doesn't show him or anyone else

placing the murder weapon
in the location that it was found.

It is clearly exculpatory.

Clearly, and to whom did
you report this information

about the surveillance video?

Mike Sandoval.

Silver: And how did
Mr. Sandoval respond?

That he wasn't going to
turn the tapes over to you

because it shone a bad
light on the prosecution.

I also reported doubts
about Mr. St. Patrick's guilt

to John Mak, who, in turn,

ensured that I was formally
kept out of strategy on the case.

Do you now believe
that my client is innocent

of killing Agent Knox?

Yes, I do.

I was wrong.

I have to do what I
can to make things right.

Even if it means facing
suspension or termination?

Yes.

Silver: No further
questions, Your Honor.

Mak: So, Miss Valdes,

you're testifying to
prosecutorial misconduct.

I'm just curious why you're not
including yourself on that list?

I violated no Brady Rules
while working this case.

Oh, I'm not talking
about this case.

I'm talking about your personal
relationship with the defendant,

your sexual relationship,

and how it led to him stealing
evidence from your home

and afforded him access
to classified information

about Felipe Lobos,

including the fact
that he was still alive.

Miss Valdes, is
all of this true?

Miss Valdes, I
asked you a question!

It's true, Your Honor.

Your Honor, AUSA Cooper Saxe
has just brought to my attention

that after speaking
to the CSI tech

that coded Mr. St.
Patrick's fingerprints,

it appears that Miss Valdes

admitted those into
evidence 24 hours later

than he originally
stated in his report.

- Your Honor, I can't deny...
- Stop! I've heard enough!

The allegations suggested today

are the most egregious
that I have ever heard.

Your blatant disregard
for the oath you took

as an officer of the
court is appalling!

- Thank you, Your Honor.
- I am not finished, Mr. Mak!

You and Mr. Sandoval, you stand
there, pointing your finger at Miss Valdes,

but you failed to acknowledge
that all of these lapses in judgment

happened on your watch!

- Is what she said true?
- Your Honor, it is...

Mr. Silver...

the prosecution's
willful misconduct

was improper and
conducted in bad faith.

I see no alternative but...

to dismiss the charges
against the defendant.

Mr. Mak, Mr. Sandoval,
I will be recommending

to Main Justice that
all of the members

of this prosecution be suspended
pending an investigation.

Mr. St. Patrick.

Your Honor.

You will be processed out of the
system with this court's apologies.

If you are guilty of
this, or any other crime,

I hope a more professional
prosecution team

will bring you to
justice in the future.

But for now, sir,

- you can go home.
- (gavelbangs)

- Thank you, Angela.
- Don't thank me, Jamie.

You didn't do this one.

Maybe you didn't do this crime,

but we both know
you're not innocent.

♪ Ooh, Ia Ia Ia Ia ♪

(cell phone vibrates)

♪ I did you wrong a'

♪ My heart went out to play a'

(cell phone vibrates)

♪ But in the game I lost you a'

♪ What a price to pay a'

♪ Baby, I'm crying a'

IOoh ♪

♪ Baby, baby a'

IOoh ♪

♪ Baby, baby... a'

Yo, Grim, |'ma need
a new clean ride.

(club music playing)

Place is a little dusty,
but the bitches ain't bad.

(muffled club music continues)

The fuck you want, nigga?

There. Take it.

That's the final payment.

From this point forward,
everything stops with Tariq.

What the fuck makes
you think everything stops?

Because Tariq is
in over his head.

He ain't like us. He
ain't from where we from.

And the shit you got him
involved with is changing him.

He's lying and-and
if I can see it,

you best believe
Tommy and Tasha will.

Kanan, you got back in this

because you want
what's yours, right?

Well, what's yours
can still be had.

How?

Because Milan's dead and I'm in.

With Milan being dead,

your path back to
the top is wide open.

And I want to help you, Kanan.

In fact... I need you.

(cell phone vibrates)

Keep talking, nigga.

(club music playing)

(elevator bell chimes)

Bet you feel like you did
something noble today.

(elevator bell chimes)

All you did was free a killer.

Maybe... but not Greg's killer.

I'll find out whoever
murdered Greg

and bring them
down no matter what.

(Speaking Spanish)

We're not out of
the dark completely.

The judge threw out all the charges,
but he did so without prejudice,

which leaves the door
open for future prosecution.

But, frankly, they
played their hand

and they came up empty.

James is currently
in processing.

Shouldn't take more than a
few hours before he's a free man.

(exhales)

I can't believe it.

Thank you, Terry.

I mean, you-you
saved our family.

- (Silver chuckles)
- I'll never forget that.

- Thank you.
- Just doing my job.

The next step will be for them to
reverse the freezing of the assets...

- Okay.
- And allow you guys to open back up

for business.

With your family taking
such a hit financially,

I would advise in some
way you getting a floater,

until things return
back to normal.

If you need anything, uh...

advice, anything,
give me a call, please.

Okay.

Oh, I meant to ask.

In court yesterday,

what were you gonna tell me
before your husband took the stand?

Nothing. (Chuckles)

Good night, Terry.

Good night, Tasha.

(elevator bell chimes)

(sniffles)

Yes.

I'd like to speak to
Simon Stern, please.

(door opens)

Yo, Slim, you here yet?

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

Clean enough?

This ride should
get you to Chicago.

Keep my phone, all right?

And make sure it stays on.

What if something happens?
How we supposed to reach you?

You're not.

(engine turns over)

(taps on door)

(distant buzzing, clanking)

I, uh...

I want you to give
this to Tommy Egan.

Have him call me.

That's the second time you
asked about Tommy Egan.

Why you want to talk to him so
bad, huh? What is it with you and him?

'Cause I know you
inside too long to know us.

What, you know his
father or something?

You could say
something like that.

You give him that
fucking phone, all right?

Or else what really
happened to Marshal Williams

is gonna become
public information.

And you're gonna end up right
back in here with the rest of us.

Teresi! Let's go, St. Patrick.

(door shuts)

LRiq.

Where you at?

(cell phone chiming)

You looking for someone?

(cell phone chiming)

Where's Tariq?

He's fine for now.

And you heard
about Ghost, right?

He's a free man.

He'll be back at home in a minute
with easy access to his money.

Our plan is right back on track.

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

Just like we said
from the beginning,

we gonna get the money
from Ghost for holding his son.

And then we gonna kill 'em both.

You good with that, right?

So what you need me to do?

♪ All I see is dead people a'

♪ Come through the
hood, niggas starving a'

♪ If you ain't tryna
pay what I'm charging a'

♪ All I see is dead people a'

♪ I'm not doing no arguing a'

♪ No deals, I ain't
giving no bargains a'

♪ My Glock 9 gives
you 16 ways to die ♪

♪ Choose one, give it
to you how you want it a'

♪ My .45 gives
you 32 ways to die a'

♪ Choose one, and shoot 'em up ♪

♪ Bang, bang, shit,
we still on it, nigga I'

♪ Every day a star's rising ♪

♪ There ain't no love here,
but your heart's tied in ♪

♪ Soul's slipping, sparks flying,
masterpieces is an art dying a'

♪ Crime release,
we break apart lying ♪

♪ Man down, the park's crying a'

♪ Tears of joy
heal a real McCoy ♪

♪ Bury your worries, don't
wonder who rides for you ♪

♪ Know yourself,
relax and study ♪

♪ Blood in your uniform,
no rest, keep moving on a'

♪ Anybody who do you
wrong, wrong turn, it's on ♪

♪ Somebody chain got
took, somebody life got lost a'

♪ Somebody water not
working, somebody lights cut off a'

♪ I watched my partner
OD in '03 in front of me ♪

♪ Took the plea, went on a spree,
damn near done the whole key ♪

♪ Paranoid, nose dirty,
'bout to go for them 30 ♪

♪ You keep saying he's hurting,
now all his homies is worried' ♪

♪ Second-guessing this gangster,
they don't know what he said a'

♪ They don't know what he told,
but now you know that he dead ♪

♪ All I see is dead people a'

♪ Come through the
hood, niggas starving a'

♪ If you ain't tryna
pay what I'm charging a'

♪ All I see is dead people a'

♪ I'm not doing no arguing a'

♪ No deals, I ain't
giving no bargains a'

♪ My Glock 9 gives
you 16 ways to die ♪