All language subtitles for POWER Book II (Ghost) - S01 E01 - El extrano(1080p - AMZN Web-DL)

[Tasha] Previously on
Power... Where's Dad?

You the man of
the house, a'ight?

Hold it down.

- A'ight.
- I love you.

Nothing's the same
with him anymore.

Everything's just
different. He's different.

[Raina] I'm worried
about you, 'Riq.

There was this cop at
school looking for you today.

Are you in trouble?
You should tell Mom.

Listen to me. You
cannot tell anyone.

- You can't.
- I won't tell.

I swear.

I know who you are, Ray Ray.

You need to leave
my brother alone.

[gunshot]

[dramatic music plays]

[Tariq] Raina
was my better half.

When I-when I find
myself in a place of trouble,

I think to myself...
"What would Raina do?"

[Tasha] Well, here
we are. This is Choate.

There's something
I gotta say to you.

You deserve the truth.

We thought we
were protecting you,

but all we did was
teach you how to lie.

I told her I-I would handle
it, but I watched her die.

- [Tariq] I miss her so much.
- [Tasha] I miss her too.

[Effie] What happened
to your sister?

You were twins?

Yeah, and half of me is gone.

- I feel so alone.
- You're not alone.

I'm here.

♪ ♪

[Orson] He's expelled,
effective immediately.

[Tariq] That's all it is.
It's just baby aspirin.

[Orson] Do they think
they're buying baby aspirin?

[Tariq] Ma, what
happened to your arm?

[Tasha] Ghost
happened to my arm.

He laid hands on me.

And I would kill Ghost
to protect you, 'Riq.

I should be the
one protecting you!

And I will.

I promise you that,
Ma, no matter what.

- A'ight.
- [Tariq] Don't get it twisted.

You might've given me life.

But you were never
my fucking father.

He said he would kill you?

He didn't have to say it, Ma.

I'm gonna stop him.

If you don't want this,

'Riq, you gotta tell me now.

Ma, I just don't
want you to go to jail.

I won't.

[Kanan] What if she gets caught?

[Tariq] Man, she ain't gonna
get caught; she too smart.

There's only one way to be sure.

It was always gonna go this way.

Just gotta step into it.

[Ghost] Tariq, if
you do this shit,

you can never go back.

I'd do anything to go back...

to go back to how it was
before you left us for Angela.

[tense music plays]

[gunshot]

- Come on!
- Wait.

We take care of
each other, right?

Right.

♪ ♪

- [Tariq] I saw you at Truth.
- Wasn't me.

I don't want to have
to say I saw you

if you're not the
one that did it.

- Dre did it, right?
- Right, it was Coleman.

Good.

The entire portfolio
goes to your children.

Ma, don't worry about it,
okay? I'll take care of you.

You don't inherit
until you complete

a four-year degree
from a university.

You do want Truth back, right?

How much? I'll pay asking.

You get him into your
alma mater, Stansfield,

and my son's trust
will give you Truth.

- [knock at door]
- [Tasha] What do you want now?

Tasha Green St. Patrick,
you're under arrest

for the murder of
James St. Patrick.

No, she didn't do it.

Mom, tell her
you didn't do this!

Tell her what really happened!

Tariq, go to school!

No.

Live your life.

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

♪ I just come From
the poorest part ♪

♪ Bright lights, city life ♪

♪ I gotta make it This
is where it goes down ♪

♪ I just happen
To come up hard ♪

♪ Legal or illegal,
baby I gotta make it ♪

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

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

♪ I live, I learn ♪

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

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

♪ Homey, I grew up in hell
A block away from heaven ♪

♪ That corner every 15
minutes They moving seven ♪

♪ Pure snow, bag
it Then watch it go ♪

♪ Occupational options
Get some blow or some hos ♪

♪ Shoot the ball or the
strap Learn to rap or to jack ♪

♪ Fuck it, man In the meantime ♪

♪ Go head and pump a pack ♪

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

♪ That 007 That's
62 on my count ♪

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

♪ Look a bitch in the eyes ♪

♪ And tell her Baby, I love ya ♪

♪ You're my inspiration
You're my motivation ♪

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

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

♪ Yeah, I just come
From the poorest part ♪

♪ Bright lights, city life ♪

♪ I gotta make it This
is where it goes down ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I just happen
To come up hard ♪

♪ Legal or illegal,
baby I gotta make it ♪

♪ ♪

[cell phone buzzing]

[Jacob Banks' "Monster" playing]

♪ Oh-ah, oh-eh ♪

♪ They made a
monster Out of me ♪

♪ They put a sword In my back ♪

♪ They gave me Till
the count of three ♪

♪ They set the
hounds On my tracks ♪

♪ They made a demon Out of me ♪

♪ Then they put a
cross Through my flesh ♪

[Meredith] First-degree murder.

You don't look like
you could pull that off.

Nails too nice for that.

My husband beat me up, a'ight?

[scoffs] You're not
a battered woman.

I've seen a million
girls with that same story

here and at Bedford Hills.

If they didn't find you
crying on the ground

next to the body,
that's bullshit.

Maybe you could
sell that shit to the jury

but not to me.

[gate buzzes]

She's headed to arraignment.

Good luck, Tasha
Green St. Patrick.

If the locals don't keep you,

I'll see your
guilty ass tonight.

[Meredith laughs]

[gate slams]

♪ They made a
monster Out of me ♪

Listen, you need to come
and stay with me right now.

Grandma, I have
to stay at Stansfield.

It's what Ma wants.

No, your mother doesn't know
what's best for you right now.

She has enough to worry about.

'Riq, please come home with us.

I mean, I would think
that you would want family

at a time like this.

You don't understand,
Grandma. I do, but...

[Tameika] Mrs. Green.

I'm Tameika Washington,
Tasha's attorney.

- Nice to meet you.
- You too.

[Tameika] This must be Yasmine.

- And you're Tariq.
- Yeah, so what happens today?

Does she get bail?
I brought money.

One step at a time, Tariq.

We're gonna argue
a justification defense.

That means Tasha
says she did it.

What? No!

She has to say she killed James

but she did it in self-defense.

It's her best chance
at less jail time

or maybe none at all.

Wait, so she has to
say she did it in court?

Yes, and your
mother is very sure

that's what she wants to do.

Wait, no, I-I need
to speak to her first.

Her mind's made up.

Tariq, in order to get
the judge to give bail,

I need to say some pretty
ugly things about your father.

Are you gonna be okay with that?

Go ahead.

Okay.

[gentle music plays]

♪ ♪

Tasha St. Patrick had a
plan, and she executed it.

She duped her lover,
Quinton Wallace,

into driving her to
the scene of the crime.

She waited until her husband

turned off all the
cameras at Truth,

and she calmly
pulled the trigger,

with her unwitting getaway
driver waiting outside.

She showed premeditation
with malice aforethought.

She even had a scapegoat

all lined up in case
she got caught.

She committed
first-degree murder,

and she deserves no bail.

She thought he was
gonna kill her, Your Honor.

Can the defense prove
that James St. Patrick

made such a threat?

We can show the
bruises on her arm

from the conversation they
had about it the night before.

Your Honor, Ms.
Washington can't argue

that the defendant thought
she was in imminent danger

- 24 hours later.
- She's right, Ms. Washington.

Your Honor, James St.
Patrick was a monster

of untold proportion.

The Democratic candidate
for lieutenant governor

was a monster?

The Democrats didn't
do their homework

on James St. Patrick.

He was suspected
of and investigated for

multiple homicides,
numerous narcotics charges,

and violations of laws
both state and federal.

James St. Patrick was
cleared of the only charge

ever brought against him.

[Tameika] Your
Honor, if we go to trial,

I will show that my client

was the long-suffering wife

of a smiling sociopath,

a man as vicious as
he was successful,

as capable of slitting a throat
as he was of making a speech.

My client is not a flight risk.

She has children.

I ask you, Your Honor,

what kind of a stand
against battered women

would you like to make?

Hmm.

Ms. Sullivan, it sounds like
you need to call your boss

before you go too far
with this prosecution.

Thank you, Your Honor.

[Galanti] Oh,
don't thank me yet.

Your client is
facing murder one.

I can't just let her go home.

Tasha Green St. Patrick,
you are remanded to custody.

- No bail.
- [gavel bangs]

No bail! [Sobs]

Is Mommy coming home?

Not yet, Yas.

[dramatic music plays]

[Jenny] This is Jenny Sullivan.

- I need to speak to...
- [cell phone buzzes]

♪ ♪

Take her to the attorney
conference room.

I think we have a meeting.

♪ ♪

How was your phone
call with the DA?

I'm here, aren't I?

We want criminally
negligent homicide,

E felony, probation.

She showed up with a gun,

and she pulled the
trigger, Tameika.

What the hell is
negligent about that?

Man two, I'll
recommend five years.

[tense music plays]

[Jenny] He killed
all those people?

[Tameika] And more
we couldn't nail him for.

Hell, we couldn't nail him
for these; he was that good.

My client knew she'd be just
another one of these photos,

either herself or her children.

[Jenny] You didn't prove
any of this; it's not admissible.

[Tameika] My client's
state of mind is at issue,

not the evidence.

Tasha, do you think James
committed these murders?

♪ ♪

I know I would have been next.

[Tameika] I put these photos
in front of a jury, it's a walk.

Shit, they'd throw her
a goddamn parade.

You might not get
them in... Fair warning.

[Tameika] But I sure will try,

and once the entire
Democratic Party is humiliated,

let's see where you
end up... fair warning.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

[Stern] Why, Tariq, I
had almost given up hope.

Has your watch stopped?

Young African Americans
have a responsibility

to be prompt, young man.

We must subvert
expectations whenever possible.

Yes, ma'am, I apologize.
I had a family emergency.

[Stern] Yes, well, I
suppose you have

the family emergency
these days, don't you?

He really is
remarkably resilient,

wouldn't you say, Ida?

Tariq, I was surprised when
our esteemed alumnus here

reached out on your behalf

and suggested that you
wanted to matriculate

so soon after your
father's passing.

Are you really ready for the
academic rigors of Stansfield?

[Tariq] Yes,
ma'am, I believe so.

In fact, I think that
school will help distract me

from the things I'd
rather not think about.

I think Stansfield
will be a great refuge

from the outside world for me.

[Brooks] Well, I certainly
understand that, young man.

[Stern] I'm glad to
hear you feel prepared,

because unfortunately,

in exchange for your
admission here at Stansfield,

we've had to add a
little extra to your plate.

We'd like you to tutor
one of our students,

a basketball player.

Do you like basketball?

Of course he likes basketball.

[drawer clatters open]

- Uh, may I?
- Please.

What's the student's
name, ma'am?

Ezekiel Cross. Have
you heard of him?

- Wonderful jump shot.
- No, I haven't.

Well, we've actually
arranged for him

to be your roommate
in the dormitory.

You move tomorrow.

And in which subject will I
be tutoring Ezekiel, ma'am?

All of them.

Zeke doesn't
play, you don't stay.

[Brooks] Now you need
to go meet your advisor.

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[woman] You lost?

Oh. Damn, was it that obvious?

Yeah, a little bit.

What building are
you looking for?

Um, University Hall.

I'm headed that way.

What year are you?

Freshman.

Wait, are you gonna
take Canonical Studies?

I'm not sure.

I'm supposed to be meeting
someone named Caridad Milgram.

She's my "minority
student counselor."

Yeah, she's mine too. Most
of the freshmen have her.

But Professor Milgram also
teaches Canonical Studies.

It'd be nice to have another
Black kid in there with us.

There's only, like, four now.

What do you mean "like, four"?

Everyone who's Black
isn't Black, you know?

Really willing to own it.

Speaks up when the
white kid oversteps.

Right now, you got me,
this one girl BruShaundria,

and this other guy Khalid.

And then there's
Richard. [sighs]

It's like he was
dipped in chocolate

but the inside doesn't match.

[Tariq chuckles]

I'm guessing you're not too
shy about your opinion, huh?

What would be the point of that?

University Hall is the
next building to your right.

You'll get used to this
place pretty fast, I promise.

See you around.

Hey, wait. What's your name?

I'm Tariq.

Lauren.

I hope to see you in class.

[soft music plays]

♪ ♪

[tense percussive music plays]

Oh, fuck.

[Carrie] It can be hard
for students of color at first

at Stansfield.

I mean, my own
mother struggled here

as a young Black
woman in the late '70s.

And as an interracial
couple, well,

my parents were
still an anomaly.

But times have changed, and...

well, the school's now
invested in our concerns.

You know, I don't understand

why the dean wanted
me to come see you.

I've been going to all-white
schools my whole life.

Well, I'm sure she thought
your personal circumstances

required extra support.

Um, "my personal circumstances"?

Your parents, Tariq.

Your father's unfortunate death,

your mother's arrest.

You can talk to
me... about anything.

How are you feeling?

Look, my parents, I think,

would want me to
concentrate on my schoolwork.

And I heard you teach something
called Canonical Studies,

and I read in the course
catalog that in that class,

the students get
to graduate early.

Well, the level of difficulty
for Canonical Studies

is very high, Tariq.

Course credit is double that
of a normal freshman workload.

Students can elect to
graduate after their third year,

but most choose not to do so.

You just got here.

Why are you in
such a hurry to leave?

I have to help my grandmother
with my baby sister.

I have to help my family.

Canonical Studies requires
a verbal entrance exam...

on this book, The
Stranger by Camus.

Okay, so when
can I take the test?

Professor Milgram,
I'm not asking

for any special treatment.

I'm asking not to
lose an opportunity.

The DA has agreed
to four years' probation

for criminally
negligent homicide

with all the other
charges included.

No jail time?

[Tameika] No jail time.

Somebody wants your husband's
secret life to stay a secret.

You allocute tomorrow morning
accurately and specifically,

and you go home
tomorrow afternoon.

How can I ever thank you?

[Tameika] Thank your
husband's ambition.

If he hadn't gotten
in bed with politicians,

we'd be stuck with
that man two charge.

There is one last thing with
Quinton Wallace's testimony.

He said you rushed
him out the door.

You were on a schedule.

You arrived at the
precise moment

where James would be alone...

No guests, no security detail.

How did you know?

What does that matter?

If your story isn't airtight,

the prosecutor can
ask you questions

right there in
front of the judge.

If that happens for any
reason, we have to be prepared.

How did you know
James would be alone?

[Tasha] When he gets in the
elevator to the loading dock,

you text me and let me know.

[Tameika] It's an
allocution under oath.

You cannot lie. What
are you not telling me?

I'm telling you everything.

No, you must have had a cue.

Someone else was there.
Someone told you he was alone.

You gotta be gone by then.

Okay, I will be.

No, nothing like that.

[Tameika] I can't
suborn perjury, Tasha.

If you lie and they prove it,

you will go to jail, and
I will lose my license.

If you had an accomplice,
you have to tell me who it is.

They might come forward.
They might expose you.

That won't happen.

[Tameika] How
can you be so sure?

[dramatic music plays]

Is it your son?

No.

You are my client.

I can't let you lie for Tariq.

I can't let you
go to jail for him.

- Tameika, you're fired.
- What?

Tasha, you will lose your deal.

Get out!

I mean it. Go.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

[pounding on door]

[door clicks open]

♪ ♪

Hello?

[Tameika] Tariq, this
is Tameika Washington.

Hey, Ms. Washington. What'd
they say about my mom?

Did she get a deal?

I don't know what's gonna
happen to your mom.

She just fired me.

Wait, what?

You told me all she had to do

was tell them exactly
what happened.

That's exactly
right, but she won't.

She won't tell the truth.

She is protecting
someone, Tariq.

I think you might
know who it is.

♪ ♪

What did she say?

Nothing.

And even if she
told me everything,

our conversations
are privileged,

and I can't say a
word to anyone.

Without me, Tariq, your
mom is in a lot of trouble.

You're gonna need to get
her a good attorney fast,

someone who doesn't
need the truth to win.

What lawyer doesn't
need the truth to win?

Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury, my client...

[chuckles]

Mr. William Ryan,
has been railroaded

by his colleagues,
his board of directors,

and, in fact, the
US Attorney's Office.

He's a scapegoat,
the classic fall guy.

Innocent as the day he was born,

trusting as his parents
raised him to be,

he fell for the oldest
trick in the book.

But instead

of the red-hot
shame of the fool,

his innocence has led
him to the cold, hard steel

of the shackle.

Look at my client.

[dramatic music plays]

Does he look like
he needs to steal?

[triumphant music plays]

♪ ♪

- Davis MacLean?
- Oh, no, no, no, kid.

I'm in a rush. I got a
meeting across town.

I do not have time for pictures.

I don't want a picture.

My mother's on trial
for killing my father,

and I want to hire you.

St. Patrick.

Your James St. Patrick's son.

That was a good picture
of you in The Times

next to his obituary.

Classic African-American family,

you know, except for the
wife with the smoking gun.

My mother's innocent.

Yeah, I'm sure that's
what she told you,

but you should accept the
fact that she's going to jail

and you get to start
your life over again.

Oh.

Don't let your
parents define you.

You can be anything
that you want to be,

and that advice
I'll give you for free.

I said I wanted to
hire you. How much?

- You don't have it.
- How much?

Five hundred K,
liquid, up front.

You get that, we'll talk.

[determined music plays]

♪ ♪

[Estelle] Tariq, we
need to start planning

your daddy's funeral.

Tariq.

Tariq, are you all right?

Boy, look at me
when I'm talking to you.

Listen...

I know that you gotta
talk to somebody,

and I know... baby, I
know that you're hurting.

Just talk to me.

Grandma, I have to
get back to school.

I have an oral
exam in the morning.

All right, then just
stay the night, okay?

Because your sister needs you.

You both need me, Grandma!

You guys need
me to finish school

so I can get my inheritance

so I can help you, Ma, and Yas.

Whatever happens with Ma.

Grandma, if you really want
to help me, help me look.

Is this the only place
that Ma kept the books

from the day care?

Yeah, yeah, that's everything.

Why? What are you looking for?

- [telephone ringing]
- Get the phone.

[dark music plays]

♪ ♪

Hello?

Yes, I'll accept the charges.

Yasmine.

Come here and
talk to your mommy.

[Yasmine] Hi, Mommy.

[Estelle] Yeah, actually,
he's here right now.

You want to talk to him?

Tariq?

Your mother.

Hey, Ma.

You okay?

Yeah.

Um, I'm okay. I'm okay, 'Riq.

Grandma, can I
speak to her alone?

I don't understand
why I can't listen

when the guards can.

♪ ♪

Ma, why'd you fire Tameika?

- How'd you hear about that?
- She called me.

We need to get you a new lawyer.

No, I'm fine. I have
a public defender.

I'll figure everything
out. Don't worry.

[sighs]

You think any of the
parents from the day care

still need help?

Remember that one lady

you used to tell me about?

She used to come
pick up her son late?

She worked this
weird job at night?

No, listen to me.

Tariq, you don't need to worry

about opening up the
day care again, okay?

What I need

is for you to concentrate
on school, all right?

If you take care of yourself,
you'll take care of all of us.

Tariq, do you hear me?

I need you to promise me
that you'll focus on school.

Yeah, I promise, Ma.

[sighs] Okay. I love you.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

- Jabari...
- Hey, uh, what is this

about another student
interview tomorrow morning?

It showed up on my schedule,
but I thought we were done.

Tariq St. Patrick.

His father was
James St. Patrick,

the candidate for
lieutenant governor.

His mom is on
trial for the murder.

I've been assigned
as his counselor.

He's really motivated
to do the work.

This kid was in high
school two weeks ago.

He was squeezed in by a booster.

He's rich, connected.

He doesn't need us to
bend over backwards for him.

Canonical Studies is closed.

You know, I would have
thought you of all people

would want to help this kid.

Why, because he's Black?

Yes, and because
he can't help having

unique circumstances
getting here.

So what he's not from the hood?

Does that mean he doesn't
pass your blackness litmus test?

[chuckles] So you're telling me

if the same kid came
in with the same story

but he was white, you
expect us to change the rules?

We already have enough
white students in the class.

True, but he's already
a whole week behind,

and this course is rigorous,

and do you think Oliver
is gonna sign off on this?

Well, if we both argue for
it, he won't have a choice.

Don't make this
about you and me.

It's not.

And as you like to say,
there is no you and me,

not anymore.

At least meet him.

Fine.

If he impresses me,

then I will help you make
the argument to Oliver,

but he won't.

[muffled hip-hop music playing]

♪ ♪

Where I know you from?

You used to keep your
son at my mom's day care.

Right, Tasha's place.
That's where I met you.

Ain't you a little young
to be getting in here?

I'm not here for that.

I was wondering
if you was willing

to make some extra money.

Listen, I already told your mama

that the block is hot
around her, okay?

- My mom is in jail right now.
- For real?

But not for drugs.

They think she shot my father.

[sucks teeth] A bitch gotta
start watching the news.

That's crazy.

Okay, so listen, I owe your
mother, so I'll help you out,

but you gotta find your
own product, okay?

All right, I gotta go 'cause
Cinnamon be stealing

all the good body
glitter and shit.

[chuckles]

♪ ♪

[hip-hop music
playing over stereo]

[Brayden] Yo, so my
friend's here, people.

So I gotta go. Say hi, 'Riq.

Man, get that
shit out of my face.

[Brayden] 'Riq's
feeling camera shy, y'all,

but I'll be back in the
Bray-Den tomorrow.

Stay thirsty, my friends.

Bro, what the fuck are
you doing at Stansfield?

I go here; everyone
in my family goes here.

Check this shit out.

[Tariq] Oh, shit.

Your family built
the auditorium?

And the swimming pool. My
brother's a water polo dude.

[whispering] He's a douchebag.

Listen, let's not
talk about that shit.

That shit's boring.

You know what we
need to talk about

is how many girls
we're gonna get

now that we're both here!

- [laughs]
- Crazy ass.

I figure we work a
kind of old-school,

interracial buddy comedy thing.

You know, you're
like Danny Glover...

Black, serious.

And I'm like Mel
Gibson but not drunk.

- You know what I mean?
- Yeah, man, whatever.

I just got a lot of work to do.

Got an entrance exam

for the Canonical
Studies tomorrow, so...

Canonical Studies?

Damn, I wouldn't
even try that shit.

People fail out
of that all the time.

College is supposed
to be fun, bro.

What are you doing?

You are right about that.

But I don't got that much
time to have fun, bro.

Plus, I gotta move soon,

so I'll hit you
later, if anything.

All right.

Listen, I'm really glad

that we're both here
together, you know?

The shit that went down
between you and Effie

was so fucked up,
and I was really hoping

that we would connect
again and be bros, you know?

About Effie, you still
happen to have her number?

[Brayden] She
got into Yale, man.

[gate buzzes]

[gate squeaks]

So you came all
the way down here.

You must really need
this product or something.

Or maybe you just
wanted to see me.

I need the product.

Yeah, I deserve that.

Are you okay, though?

I heard about your parents.

Look, if you need
someone to talk to, Tariq,

I'm here, and
I'll listen to you.

Now, why the fuck
should I trust you, huh?

You ruined my whole life, Effie.

You ain't need to
move pills at Choate.

That was a hobby to you.

I couldn't even buy books.

I had to take out
the competition.

It wasn't personal,
okay? It was just business.

So you were just playing
me this whole time, huh?

All of that?

Not the part about
liking you, okay?

That was real.

So you're not gonna
pay me for that?

It's nothing personal, Effie.

It's just business.

[soft dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[inhales sharply]

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

[Carrie] Tariq, there you are.

I'm so sorry I'm late,
Professor Milgram.

Tariq St. Patrick.

Jabari Reynolds.

I'm Oliver Simmons, Tariq.

Professor Milgram
told us all about you.

She didn't forecast
you'd be late, of course.

I apologize.

Well, let's begin. Uh,
please take a seat.

[uneasy music plays]

♪ ♪

[Jabari] Well, first of all,
did you enjoy the book?

You know, I don't think he
wrote the book to be enjoyed.

Uh, what do you mean?

Well, it wasn't
written in that way.

Because the main
character was sort of bored,

I feel Camus wanted
us to be bored as well.

What'd you think of the end?

That certainly isn't boring.

What-what-what part, sir?

When he attacks the priest.

Professor Milgram, don't help.

[sighs]

All right, I didn't
finish the book.

♪ ♪

Uh, thanks for telling
the truth, I suppose.

♪ ♪

But honestly, I don't really
relate to the main character.

He shoots someone for no reason,

and we're supposed to
be sympathetic to that?

And we're supposed
to relate to that?

I mean, I don't.

He has his reasons, of course,

but the book
doesn't give it to us.

I think you missed the point.

It's hard to get the point if
you don't finish the book.

[Jabari] Amen to that.

I'm sorry I didn't
finish the book.

Hey, I want to do this work,

and I want to be
challenged in this way.

I want to make you guys proud.

I just... I just didn't
have enough time.

Well, that was a waste of time.

Professor Milgram, next time
you feel the need for charity,

maybe you should
donate to the Red Cross.

Hey, Oliver, look, I didn't
say I was off this kid entirely.

You're not?

It takes a lot of balls
to come in here and say

you didn't like the book
we asked you to read.

Balls are not what I
look for in a student.

No, but maybe you should.

We want to teach new
thinkers, passionate thinkers,

the greatest minds
of our next generation.

- That was a great mind to you?
- Well, it could be.

He has been through
extensive trauma in his life

and in the last month,
and he's still here,

and he still read the book.

[both] He didn't
finish the book!

Okay, fair, but he
got it 24 hours ago.

His mother is on trial
for his father's murder.

I don't know what else
he had to do yesterday.

Do you?

I think we should
give him another shot.

[gate buzzes]

Ms. Green, I am
so sorry I'm late.

I have a lot of other clients.
My name is Dana Patterson.

I'm your public defender.

Can you get me the
same deal Tameika did?

What deal was that?

It's not mentioned
here in your paperwork.

[Jenny] Funny
thing about that deal.

It went out the window
along with your story

about you being the shooter.

Forensics just came back.

Whoever shot your husband
was between 5'11 " and 6'2" tall.

So unless you were
standing on a ladder,

Ms. Green, you
didn't pull the trigger.

Okay, so if you know my
client didn't kill her husband,

why is she still in here?

Quinton Wallace... We
know Tasha set him up

to take the fall
for this murder.

Accessory after the fact, okay.

No, Dana, she started
that plan in motion

while James St.
Patrick was still alive,

so it's conspiracy one,
plus aiding and abetting,

plus the gun possession charge,

which is all we'll charge

if she gives us the
name of the shooter.

What kind of time?

She can plead on
conspiracy, 15 years.

What?

If you don't give us
the name of the shooter

and we do go to trial, we
can charge you with murder.

Just give me the name.

You already lied to
me once, Ms. Green.

Don't do it again.

[Dana] I think you
should cooperate.

[tense music plays]

Andre Coleman.

He wanted my husband dead.

He said he would
help me. It was his gun.

I'll check out your
Coleman story, Ms. Green.

Dana, we'll be in touch.

[Dana] Okay, Jenny.
Love the dress. [Laughs]

- [door slams]
- [Dana] Okay, um...

I know ten to 15
years sounds like a lot,

but it's not gonna get
better than this, I promise.

Why did you fire Tameika
Washington, by the way?

I hear she's really good.

Sorry, I just
need you to sign...

So sorry, I am j...
I am having a day.

[Dana chuckles]

John, what the
fuck you doing here?

Who's this guy?

[Mak] Well, we're hearing
some disturbing news

about the James
St. Patrick case.

I thought it was federal,

but I heard you kicked
it over to the locals.

[scoffs] Excuse me, sir.

I don't know who you are,
but I'm not sure we should be

discussing prosecutorial
discretion in front of you.

I'm Steven Ott, DNC,

and I was a
prosecutor for 15 years

before I left to
work for the party,

so I think I can keep up.

Yeah, doesn't explain what
you're doing here in my office.

It's important to the
Democratic Party

that certain details about
James St. Patrick's life

not come out in court.

[scoffs]

I don't know what
that has to do with me.

Well, Tasha's using a
justification defense, Cooper.

She's saying that
James St. Patrick

was a drug-dealing
homicidal monster.

Yeah, he was.

Yeah, well, we
see it differently.

[chuckles] Okay.

You-you know,
I-I'm-I'm-I'm sorry, John.

What game are we playing here?

Well, Steven and
I, we have an idea.

We'd like you to
charge Tasha St. Patrick

under the Kingpin Statute.

Well, Queenpin in
this case, I guess.

We got a friendly judge to
sign over an arrest warrant.

For what?

For running St.
Patrick's organization.

Drug trafficking, murder,
assaults, the whole thing.

I mean, you wanted to
build a RICO, there it is.

St. Patrick's murder
is the predicate crime

that can open this
whole thing right up.

You say she was silencing
the ex-husband as a witness.

You could hang the
whole thing on her.

But she isn't the head
of this organization.

She knew what he was
doing. She's an accomplice.

But she was never the boss.

Gentlemen, I'd love
to help you, but I can't.

St. Patrick roughed Tasha up
the night before she shot him.

I saw the bruises myself.

It's a local case, a domestic.

I gotta let the DA handle it.

[Ott] Huh.

Okay.

You know you owe
me, Mr. US Attorney.

Yeah, you think
about that, okay?

I got you this job,
and I can take it away.

[door clicks shut]

[muffled hip-hop music playing]

♪ ♪

- [Tariq] Oh, shit.
- [Shanisha] You ain't lock it?

[Tariq] Yo, my bad. My bad, bro.

Hey, you my new roommate, Tariq?

Yeah, I am, but I can
come back if you need me to.

- I'll be done in a minute.
- You better not be.

Can he leave, please?

Hey, uh... Hey,
give me 15 minutes.

[mouthing words]

- [Shanisha moans]
- [Tariq] Got you.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

[sighs]

Oh, God.

- [Cameron] Oh, look at that.
- [soft laughter]

- Beautiful, Mom, as usual.
- It's Nancy's favorite.

Mom, I am the US Attorney
for the Eastern District now.

I was hoping we'd stop
with that idiotic nickname.

- No way.
- It's not gonna happen.

[Cameron] I don't even remember

what your real name
is, to be honest, Nancy.

Jesus, if Claire were here,

she would say
something on my behalf.

[Courtney] Oh, you
mean your favorite sister?

Well, I'll do it. [chuckles]

Guys, we should all
honor Cooper's pronouns

of he, him, and his

and that he identifies as
a cis heterosexual male

and that using a
traditionally feminine name

could be viewed as
an intentional assault

on his gender identity.

[Cameron] That's exactly
what she would have said.

That was good.

[Martin] All right, kids,
leave your brother alone.

You've made it through
a hard year, Coop,

and we're all proud of you.

Before we eat,
let's raise a glass

to your brother,

US Attorney Cooper Andrew Saxe,

returning the family name

to public service.

To Coop.

[all] To Nancy.

[Martin] I am proud of you boys.

You're both doing so well.

Good night.

[Saxe] Night, Dad.

- Actually...
- [door clicks shut]

our general counsel is
gonna retire in a few months.

You should take the
job at our fund, Nancy.

[scoffs] Fuck you.

I just got a new
job, or did you forget

the entire purpose
of this evening?

Oh, no, I didn't forget.

It's just... US Attorney?

Ooh, it's a lot of pressure.

[both chuckle]

And historically, you don't
do well under pressure.

You and I both know
you're gonna screw this up,

but this time, Dad's
emotions are all involved.

You heard him, a
return to service.

But you've probably already
made the bonehead move

that's gonna get you fired,
embarrass Mom and Dad,

and ruin the family name.

I should punch you in
your smug, bullshit face.

You're my little brother.

I do not need you
to give me a job.

Not yet.

[muffled hip-hop music playing]

♪ ♪

You been to Queens before?

Yeah, I used to come
out here a lot, actually.

What's this party for?

My family congratulating
me on Stansfield.

I know you're gonna
help me stay there,

so they wanted to meet you.

I gotta do this
report on Moby-Dick.

Man, the book is mad long.

[Tariq chuckles]

Man, you ain't never
read Moby-Dick before?

Every school I've been
to had me read that shit.

The schools I been to
ain't want me to read.

Damn, so you grew up over here?

I grew up in the South,
came up for high school.

This is my Aunt Monet's house.

Her kids are my cousins

but more like my
brothers and a sister.

You know how it is.

I ain't got that
much family, bro.

♪ ♪

I got too much sometimes.

You'll see.

[cheers and applause]

[Naughty by Nature's
"Feel Me Flow" playing]

♪ ♪

This is my boy Tariq.
Show him some love!

[crowd cheering]

[woman] What up, Tariq?

What up? What up? What up?

Okay, okay, okay.

[indistinct chatter]

[laughs]

"Congratulations, Zeke." Okay.

Aw, man, y'all are
crazy. Look at that drip.

All right. Y'all funny.

[laughs]

What you think?

Man, this shit is crazy.

This ain't even big.

The real fun is in the backyard.

Come on.

Hold up, where's
your bathroom at?

Oh, uh, near the,
um, front door,

where we came in at.

- A'ight, excuse me.
- What's up, baby? [Laughs]

♪ ♪

Aw, shit, girl.

♪ ♪

♪ All we want to know is
If your body want to party ♪

♪ It's the poo tang
tang For everybody... ♪

[Zeke] Hey!

What up? What up? What up?
What up? What up? What up?

[laughs] What's good?

Yo, Tariq, this
is my cousin Dru.

[Tariq] Yo, what up,
bro? So I ain't gonna lie.

The bathroom was
kind of occupied.

I think it's gonna
be a little minute.

[Zeke] There's another
one in the basement.

Hey, but before you go, I
want you to meet somebody.

Diana!

♪ ♪

[man] What's up, Rel?
What you doing here?

[Zeke] This is my
cousin Diana Tejada.

This is my boy Tariq. We
go to Stansfield together.

Hey.

What's up? How are you?

What's up? How are you?

I'm great.

♪ ♪

I just seen him in the
bathroom with some girl.

[Diana] Yeah, that's
my brother Cane,

and it's probably the girl
that nigga Rel is looking for.

- Damn.
- [Rel] Hey, yo.

- [Rel] Where my girl at?
- [Zeke] Aw, shit.

Why you asking
me about your bitch?

What? You... ♪ ♪

Oh, her? [chuckles]

Come on, bitch.

There goes the party.

- [Cane] This my house, bitch.
- [Zeke] Hey, back, back, nigga!

Is you stupid? Is you dumb?

- Nigga, is you stupid?
- Yo, I will fuck you up.

What the fuck is
going on out here?

[man] Back up, back up, back up.

[woman] Damn, that's Monet.

Get inside, Zeke.

[crowd oohs]

- [Zeke] Auntie Monet.
- Cane can handle himself.

And you're too
valuable to the family.

Go ahead.

This'll be squashed in a minute.

[crowd chattering]

Get the fuck out of my crib.

[laughter]

Oh, but your bitch, yeah,
she can stay, though.

Hey, yo, let's go.

I'm staying.

[crowd oohs]

Get the fuck out of here, man.

[man] Get your
punk ass out of here.

[crowd yelling]

[woman] Bye, Rel.

He'll be back.

Yeah, he just gonna
go get something.

You know what to do.

♪ ♪

So tell me about Stansfield.

You're not worried about nothing

that's going on right now?

Nah, it's just
another night out here

with this family, trust me.

What does he tell
you about us anyway?

Nothing like this.

♪ ♪

So your mom's Monet,
and your father is...

Lorenzo Tejada. We're
Black and Puerto Rican.

Hmm. How many of you are there?

Just the three of us.

It's me, Cane, and Dru.

With Zeke here, it
was all boys and me.

So where's your father at?

- He's inside.
- Hmm.

Yeah, my mom's inside
too. What's he in there for?

What you think?

Hmm.

Who is this?

- [Diana] That's me.
- I knew she looked familiar.

- [both chuckle]
- [Rel] Cane, get out here!

Damn, I knew that
nigga would be back.

[Rel] Cane, I'm talking
to you, motherfucker!

[Monet] Rel, you better
get your ass out of here.

You don't want no trouble.

[Rel] Cane, stop hiding
behind your mama!

Rel, you need to go home now.

[Rel] Cane need
to come out here.

He can't hide
behind you no more.

He ain't hiding; he's
standing right there

about to blow your
motherfucking head off.

[tense music plays]

- [siren whoops]
- Go home, Rel.

♪ ♪

[vehicle door slams]

♪ ♪

Everything okay here?

Everything's good.

I handled it.

[both conversing indistinctly]

[cell phone chimes]

That's your girlfriend?

[chuckles]

No, I don't got a girlfriend.

But I gotta go.

Tell Zeke I'll see him
back at the dorm, a'ight?

A'ight.

[smooth R&B music playing]

♪ ♪

Cooper, I can't talk to you
about the St. Patrick case.

You know better.

But Tasha's not
your client anymore.

Privilege still holds.

[sighs] Okay, then, uh...

let me present you with
a hypothetical, okay?

Mm-hmm.

What if you had a-a witness

who, uh, saw your client...

Uh, a public
official, let's say...

At the scene of a murder?

This murder?

With a handgun.

Saxe.

What the fuck did you do?

Nothing, it's a hypothetical.

Bullshit.

I saw you that night

you found out you
were going to jail.

Did you go to Truth after that?

With a weapon?

Whatever witness this
is has you by the balls.

Is that why you asked
me to take Tasha's case?

Cooper, what the fuck
did you get me into?

It's a fucking hypothetical.

Then hypothetically,
you are fucked.

I am on the thinnest
ethical line here, Cooper,

but I can tell you this:
Tasha is going to be

under tremendous pressure
to name a second person

involved in her
husband's murder.

If she names you, can
you prove you're innocent,

if indeed you are innocent?

Come on, Tameika.

[scoffs] I didn't kill him.

I hope not, for both our sakes.

You are not my client.

This conversation
isn't privileged.

You understand that, right?

If I get subpoenaed,

I'd have to testify
to what you just said.

Eh, you don't have to.

Get out.

This conversation
never happened, Saxe.

- You were never here.
- I need your help.

- I don't know you.
- Tameika, please.

I don't know you!

♪ Let me strip So I can tease ♪

♪ So I can bring
you To your knees ♪

♪ Let's get high
Smoke some trees ♪

♪ Pay your Gs I'm
here to please ♪

♪ Now we gotta take
heed Follow my lead ♪

♪ I know your need
I won't mislead ♪

♪ Give me the cheese
I'll do your deeds ♪

- ♪ Is it hot enough... ♪
- [woman] Come here.

You know I'm gonna take
all of your money, honey.

- Oh.
- Every little bit.

Oh, you're welcome to it, baby.

- Mm-hmm.
- Do you take credit cards?

- Credit cards?
- Um, I have this one.

It's just for emergencies only.

My mom gave it to
me, but I don't think

she's gonna mind, to be honest.

- Mommy?
- Yeah.

No, no, no, I
take Bitcoin, baby.

So all you have to do
is stick it in the right slot.

Okay, my bad. I'm sorry.

Yo, make sure you get as
much as you can, all right?

I always do.

And hit me on this
tomorrow morning.

My number's already locked in.

- All right.
- A'ight.

[Jacob Banks' "Monster" playing]

♪ ♪

♪ Oh-ah, oh-eh ♪

♪ They made a
monster Out of me ♪

♪ They put a sword In my back ♪

♪ They gave me Till
the count of three ♪

♪ They set the
hounds On my tracks ♪

Hold that, bitch-ass nigga.

♪ They made a demon Out of me ♪

♪ Then they put a
cross To my flesh ♪

♪ They put a search out For me ♪

♪ 'Cause I got some
blood On my hands ♪

♪ ♪

[Tariq] I got you, bro.

[Zeke] Nigga, I been
to the gym already...

- [cell phone buzzes]
- and gotta be back

in two hours for practice.

Is you sure you can
handle my classes too?

Because that white-whale shit
is due at the end of the week.

Bro, don't worry.
I got you, a'ight?

[Zeke] Okay, man.

I guess you know
what you're doing.

Just make sure it
sounds like I did it.

[dramatic music plays]

Oh, yeah, good
looks on last night.

My Aunt Monet,
she really likes you.

♪ ♪

[cell phone buzzes]

♪ ♪

Hey, hey. Hello, stranger.

Ah, should've gotten that
restraining order after all.

I'm not here for a social visit.

- Thank God.
- Hey, take it easy.

I want to know how the
St. Patrick case is going.

It's going pretty
well, actually,

once Tameika Washington
came off the case.

Had Tasha Green
about to take a plea.

What do you mean? What happened?

[indistinct chatter]

[Tariq] I'm surprised
you hit me up.

I thought the girls usually
let the guys do that.

Mm, wow. Look who's on himself.

I hit you because Professor
Milgram asked me to.

She said you were
having a rough time

the other day with The Stranger,

but they're willing to
give you another shot.

She said you hadn't
even finished the book.

I finished it last
night, actually.

I got it. I don't need help.

I figured you'd say that.

Look, Tariq, I-I can't imagine
what you're going through...

Don't even go there.

It's just, like, the
most boring book ever.

He shoots a guy in cold blood,

and somehow
it's like you miss it.

That's the point.

Meursault doesn't even
know what's happening.

He doesn't make a real
decision to kill someone.

- He just does it.
- That's bullshit.

Killing someone is
always a real decision.

Even carrying a
gun is a real decision.

He doesn't want to own up to it,

and he's just mad that
people hate him for it.

But people will always
hate you for what you do.

You can't care about that.

But in the end, he's killed
because people didn't like

how he reacted to
his mother's death.

People didn't like him
because he shot the guy.

He was killed because
he committed a murder.

He knew what he was doing.
He knew the consequences.

He still pulled that
trigger. He did it anyway.

[tense music plays]

You should tell them that...

That you see it that way

and also what you said
about killing is a choice.

I don't think they
want to hear that.

[Lauren] They're gonna think
they're seeing the real you.

That's what they want.

I'm going to the
bathroom. I'll be back.

[tapping on window]

♪ ♪

Your mom's supposed
to be out by now.

What the fuck is going on?

The DA said they're
taking her to trial.

I'm trying to get her a
new lawyer right now,

and you're supposed
to be helping her.

What? I-I already helped.

Your mother was supposed
to take that sweet-ass deal

that Tameika and I got for her.

Wait, so that deal was you?

Why do you think
Tameika took the case?

I signed a waiver so that
she could represent your mom.

It was handled.

So let's just get Tameika back.

I have money.

It's not about money.

Tameika's not
gonna suborn perjury.

Your mother lied twice.

First she left out that
she had an accomplice.

Someone else
pulled that trigger.

Damn.

Do you know who it was?

[scoffs] Tasha told ADA Sullivan

that Andre Coleman
killed your father.

Lie number two.

- Wasn't it his gun?
- It was.

But we still had the
clothes he wore that night.

No GSR.

Andre Coleman
didn't shoot anyone

20 minutes before his arrest.

Even if we wanted to
blame him, now we can't.

Wait, you-you-you
told me it was Dre too.

That's what my mother told me.

Tariq...

if you know who your
mother's protecting,

you tell me.

Look, man, I don't know, a'ight?

But you know my mother
didn't shoot anyone.

You know she's innocent.

So if you don't fix this, I'm
gonna have to tell the cops

that I saw you at Truth.

- I don't have a choice.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You-you don't have to tell
anyone anything about me.

We can still save your mom.

I can still push
Sullivan to take a deal,

but Tasha has to
name the shooter.

If she does that
and I can confirm it,

I can get her out.

We can all walk
away from this, Tariq.

Just get your mom
to tell the truth.

♪ ♪

[Brayden] Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah, just put that
shit in your ass, dog.

I'm not playing
this game anymore.

I quit.

Yo, Zeke, I need to
borrow your phone, bro.

The fuck you need to
borrow my phone for?

I'm trying to make
an Instagram Live

or whatever the
fuck it's called.

- I don't got an account.
- Oh, dude, just use mine.

You know I'm always ready to go.

Now, you know Zeke got

more followers than you, bro.

That's hurtful. I'm
just gonna say it.

You'll be a'ight.

But, yo, I need to
do something, bro.

It's for my mom.

[gunfire on television]

I got you.

Good looking, bro.

[dramatic music plays]

[Brayden sighs]

[Tariq] Hey, what's up, guys?

I don't really do the
social media stuff like that.

I don't like it, but I
need to take the time out

to tell everyone
how grateful I am

that the famous Davis MacLean

has agreed to take
my mother's case.

We're a Black family in
need, and he heard us.

He showed up. Thank you.

Most people look at The
Stranger as an exposure

of how other people's opinions
can shape our destinies.

Most people think
that if Meursault

would have visibly
mourned his mother

and then expressed that emotion,

then he wouldn't
have been put to death.

He would've just
died by bad press.

But Meursault, he
took those actions.

You know, every single
action along the way was his.

All those decisions were his,

even the decision
to pull the trigger.

Meursault, he was...
he was different.

He was a killer.

He was alienated.
He was special.

Maybe too special to live
by everyone else's rules.

Because of that difference,
he couldn't survive.

But, you know, that
doesn't mean Meursault

was the one who was wrong.

Most people survive
by trying to live up

to others' opinions and
court the public favor.

You know, I think to do that
is to die while you're still here.

Meursault went out
on his own terms.

He didn't bend to a
prosecutor or the priest.

He controlled his own destiny.

[somber music plays]

♪ ♪

[light percussive music plays]

[cell phone chiming repeatedly]

♪ ♪

Son of a bitch.

[Tariq] Hello.

[Davis] Where do
you want to meet?

[Tariq] Meet me
at the chapel in 15.

♪ ♪

You forced my hand.

This'll buy you the week,

until I can find
you other counsel

without attracting
public attention.

All I need is the week.

We official now?

Yes.

Can I trust you?

You gotta trust someone, kid.

Seems like I'm all you got.

A'ight, well, the DA knows

my mother didn't
shoot my father.

Then why would they hit
her with a full murder charge?

That doesn't make sense.

'Cause she lied to them
about having an accomplice.

She lied to them
about who it was.

She was protecting him

because he shot my
father trying to protect her.

They said she could get a deal

if she tells them
the whole truth.

Tariq, for a criminal defendant,

the truth rarely sets you free.

Doesn't matter
what the DA told her.

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

A'ight, well, tell my mom I said

that she needs to come home.

A'ight, she doesn't
deserve this.

She's innocent.

I know she's afraid to
say his real name, but...

I'm not afraid anymore.

Tell my mom I
said if she loves me,

then she should tell the truth.

♪ ♪

[chuckles]

Tariq really got you here.

You raised that kid?

I don't know whether
to congratulate you

or have you brought up on
charges by Child Services.

Okay, ADA Sullivan
is offering you

the deal of the century.

Obstructing governmental
administration, second degree,

and tampering with
physical evidence.

Three years' probation,
you allocute, you go home.

[Tasha] That's the same
deal Tameika got me.

Exactly.

But this time, you have
to tell the whole truth.

If they can't verify your story,

you go on trial for murder.

It was Andre Coleman.

[Davis] It was not
Andre Coleman.

There was no GSR on
Coleman's clothing from that night.

He's not the shooter.

And you wouldn't
frame Quinton Wallace

to protect Coleman.

Look, you may be the first
client I've ever said this to,

including my own brother,
but you need to tell the truth,

right now to me and
tomorrow in court.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

[Davis sighs]

I saw your son
before I got here.

He wanted me to
tell you something.

Well, what did he say?

He said you don't deserve
this, that you're innocent.

He said you need to come home.

♪ ♪

That boy loves his mother.
I'm not surprised he said that.

Oh, I wasn't either.

But then he said something else.

He said he knew
that you were afraid

to say the name of the
person who shot your husband,

but he's not afraid
for you to say it.

He said if you love him,

you need to tell the truth.

♪ ♪

Are you sure
that's what he said?

That's what he said.

And you don't have a choice.

♪ ♪

[door clicks shut]

♪ ♪

[door clicks open]

[door clicks shut]

[bailiff] All rise.

The Honorable Judge
Janine Galanti presiding.

[sighs] Ms. Sullivan,
I hear we have

reached an agreement
with the defense.

That's correct, Your Honor.

In exchange for the
name of her accomplice,

the People have
agreed to obstructing

governmental
administration, second degree,

and tampering with
physical evidence.

Three years' probation.

Ms. St. Patrick, are you ready?

Yes, Your Honor.

When I was charged
with this crime,

I told the police
and Ms. Sullivan

that I pulled the trigger,
but that wasn't true.

Someone else killed James,

and they gave me the
gun to frame Quinton.

He said that we would both
walk away, but he was wrong.

I'm sorry, Ms. Sullivan.

I was simply trying to hide
the identity of my accomplice

because I was
afraid, Your Honor.

I was afraid of what
might happen to my family

if I told the truth.

[suspenseful music plays]

♪ ♪

The man who killed
James St. Patrick...

♪ ♪

is Tommy Egan.

[people murmuring]

RICO. I told you.

They silenced St. Patrick to
keep him from turning witness.

What? I told you no.

No.

Your Honor, may
the People inquire?

Your Honor, my client
held up her end of the deal.

I don't know what else
the DA might need to ask.

- One question.
- Proceed.

I find it hard to believe
that James St. Patrick's

lifelong best friend would
kill him, Mrs. St. Patrick.

Why on earth would Tommy
Egan have killed your husband?

- Because I asked him to.
- Your Honor, I object.

- No, you're not gonna do that.
- [Galanti] Objection overruled.

Queenpin.

Are the People satisfied?

Now, you go in there,
and you make me proud.

[people murmuring]

Mr. Saxe, are you
addressing the court?

Uh, uh, no, Your Honor.

She will.

♪ ♪

Sorry.

♪ ♪

Your Honor, the People
move to drop all charges

against Tasha Green St. Patrick.

- What?
- [Davis] Your Honor, we have

- an executed plea agreement.
- [Jenny] Not anymore.

- [Tasha] What does she mean?
- Your Honor.

♪ ♪

Motion granted.

I hope you know what
you're doing, Ms. Sullivan.

[gavel bangs]

Tasha St. Patrick,
you're under arrest

for the murder of
James St. Patrick

under the federal.

Continuing Criminal
Enterprise Kingpin Statute.

Ma! No! Ma!

Ma!

Kingpin? What the fuck?

You know I wasn't running
shit, you motherfucker.

Stay strong. We're
gonna fight this together.

What kind of
headline-grabbing bullshit is this?

Kingpin Statute?

You're gonna give
her the needle?

You and I both know
this is not a federal case.

It is now.

♪ ♪

What don't I know
about your mother?

- Hmm?
- Tariq, what have you done?

Listen, I had to be the
one to do it, Ma; I had to.

I'll say it was me.

Take the gun out back
and dump it, all right?

I know what to do.

What have you just
gotten me into, kid?

We take care of
each other, right?

Right.

I got you into the biggest
case of your career.

Look, my mom is innocent.
Saxe has an agenda.

The publicity on
this case is huge,

and you're right
under the spotlight.

Look, if you win...
When you win...

We can take down
Saxe and blow up

the whole entire
US Attorney's Office.

Once you do that,
you'll be known

as the most powerful criminal
defense attorney in New York.

[exciting music plays]

♪ ♪

You owe me $450,000, kid.

You paid for the appetizer,

but we're about to
get into the full meal.

♪ They made a
monster Out of me ♪

♪ They put a sword In my back ♪

♪ They gave me Till
the count of three ♪

♪ They set the
hounds On my tracks ♪

[Meredith laughing]

♪ They made a demon Out of me ♪

Welcome home, bitch.

♪ Then they put a
cross To my flesh ♪

♪ They put a search out For me ♪

♪ 'Cause I got some
blood On my hands ♪

♪ But they won't see
me When I'm coming ♪

♪ I'll be laughin' While
you're runnin', oh ♪

♪ Oh, you won't see
me When I'm comin' ♪

♪ I'll be that monster
You've been wantin', oh, no ♪

♪ ♪

♪ They made a story Out of me ♪

♪ They laugh and
joke About my name ♪

♪ They put a bounty out On me ♪

♪ They're all excited
By my shame ♪

♪ But they won't see
me When I'm coming ♪

♪ I'll be laughin' While
you're runnin', oh ♪

♪ Oh, you won't see
me When I'm comin' ♪

♪ I'll be that monster
You've been wantin', oh, no ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Oh-ah, oh-eh ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Remember when you
wanted To forget me? ♪

♪ You'd let me Rest in pieces ♪

♪ And let the rest
Piece me together ♪

♪ Yeah, we ain't never
had Spirit in the flesh ♪

♪ These people ♪

♪ These people let me loose ♪

♪ Bet they wish They
would've kept me now ♪

♪ I'm verbal, feet out ♪

♪ Told my sponsor
I don't write bars ♪

♪ I get freestyle ♪

♪ And if your hand
Never held me down ♪

♪ Don't fucking reach out ♪

♪ All's fair in love and
war But I love a war ♪

♪ How you picking
On the chosen one? ♪

♪ 'Cause when it rains
bows It ain't colorful ♪

♪ I'ma be the last man
Standing, yeah, the only one ♪

♪ Blacked out Moving
through the jungle ♪

♪ Got me feelin' Like
my name is Rambo ♪

♪ Oh, hey, let's rumble ♪

♪ We can do it any
way You want to ♪

♪ Blacked out Moving
through the jungle ♪

♪ Got me feelin' Like a Rambo ♪

♪ Oh, hey, let's rumble ♪

♪ We can do it any
way You want to ♪

♪ Oh, you won't see me
When I'm coming, oh ♪

♪ I'll be laughin' While
you're runnin', oh ♪

♪ Oh, you won't see
me When I'm comin' ♪

♪ I'll be that monster
You've been wantin', oh, no ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Oh-ah, oh-eh ♪