All language subtitles for POWER Book II (Ghost) - S01 E02 - Superar las expectativas(1080p - AMZN Web-DL)

[Monet] Previously on Ghost...

If you do this shit,
you can never go back.

I would do anything to go back,

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

[gunshot]

[Brooks] We'd like you to tutor

basketball player Ezekiel Cross.

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

My mother's on trial
for killing my father,

and I want to hire you.

Five hundred K,
liquid, up front.

You get that, we'll talk.

Tariq St. Patrick.

I've been assigned
as his counselor.

He's really motivated.

Canonical Studies is closed.

Don't make this
about you and me.

As you like to say,
there is no you and me.

What the fuck are you
doing at Stansfield?

I go here; everyone
in my family goes here.

Your family built
the auditorium?

And the swimming pool.

[Tariq] What's this party for?

[Zeke] My family
congratulating me

on Stansfield.

I know you're gonna
help me stay here,

so they wanted to meet you.

Tariq, this is my cousin Dru.

[Tariq] Yo, what up, bro?

My cousin Diana Tejada.

This is my boy Tariq.

Hey.

Yeah, that's my brother Cane.

There goes the party.

What the fuck is
going on out here?

[woman] Damn, that's Monet.

Get the fuck out of here, man.

[dramatic music plays]

He'll be back. You
know what to do.

[gunshots]

♪ ♪

What I need is for you
to concentrate on school.

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

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

but you gotta find
your own products.

- We official now?
- Yes.

And we'd like you to
charge Tasha St. Patrick

under the Kingpin Statute.

Well, Queenpin in
this case, I guess.

Deal, but Tasha has
to name the shooter.

If she does that
and I can confirm it,

I can get her out.

I saw your son
before I got here.

Well, what did he say?

He said he knew
that you were afraid

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

He said if you love him,
you need to tell the truth.

The man who killed
James St. Patrick

is Tommy Egan.

Why on earth would Tommy
Egan have killed your husband?

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

- [Galanti] Overruled.
- Queenpin.

You're under
arrest for the murder

of James St. Patrick

under the federal
Kingpin Statute.

- [Tariq] Ma!
- Kingpin? What the...

We're gonna fight this together!

Kingpin Statute?

You're gonna give
her the needle?

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

It is now.

[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 ♪

♪ ♪

[gate buzzes]

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

[door clicks open]

[Tasha] Where have you been?

Who are you?

Tasha, I'm Paula Matarazzo,

Mr. MacLean's investigator.

I'll also be working
on your case.

Whatever you say
to me is protected

by the same privilege.

Well, can I afford you?

At the moment,

you can't afford me, Ms. Green.

When can I expect a payment?

And will payments always
be coming through your son...

in cash?

Oh, I-I figured Simon
Stern was paying you.

[sighs] Okay.

Look, I promise I'll
get you the money.

But what I want to know
is what happened in court

and why suddenly,
they think I was running.

Ghost and Tommy's organization.

[Paula] So your
husband was Ghost?

Feds could never prove that.

Yes, my husband,
James St. Patrick,

was Ghost, a criminal kingpin

drug-dealing,
murdering motherfucker.

Tommy too.

And you had nothing to
do with their business?

I don't see why their
business is part of this at all.

When you told me Tommy
Egan helped you kill your husband,

I thought you got
a lifelong friend

to help you with a
domestic dispute.

Egan had only been charged
with a handful of small crimes,

only one major charge
that was dropped.

There was no reason
to doubt your story

because you didn't
give me the full story.

I didn't know Egan's history
with the Feds or yours.

I know. I'm sorry.

But I-I just didn't
think it mattered.

[scoffs] That's great.

Because it's the only
thing that matters now.

Your statement in court
gave Saxe the ammunition

to charge you as the queenpin.

Tasha, I need your word.

Are you telling
me the whole truth

about why you asked
Egan to help you kill James?

Yes.

It had nothing to do
with their drug business.

And you?

Did you have anything to
do with their drug business?

I'm asking again since
you didn't answer me before.

I said nothing.

And if the Feds find Tommy Egan,

he'll back up your story?

Your name is on
a lot of paperwork

having to do with
the clubs, Ms. Green:

articles of incorporation,
liquor licenses,

accounting documents.

You're saying you didn't
help them clean the money

they were making selling drugs?

Okay, well, I may have
set up a few accounts.

- [Tasha] I...
- Shh.

Tasha, let's pretend
you're under oath.

Ms. Green,

were you the head
of the St. Patrick-Egan

criminal organization?

- No.
- Did you give orders?

No!

[Davis] Did you arrange
murders or sell drugs?

For James and Tommy?

Why are you asking
for clarification?

[Davis] Did you sell
drugs or arrange murders

for your husband or for
Thomas Patrick Egan?

No.

Then you're not the queenpin.

And Saxe knows that.

And yet he was ready
with an arrest warrant.

Something's going on here
that we don't understand.

They're charging too high.

It's not about what
they're charging.

It's about why.

♪ ♪

♪ Seems like every
day now Is payday... ♪

[sucks teeth] Fuck.

[rap music continues playing]

♪ ♪

Yo, my nigga, how you
got all this fly-ass gear?

I thought college players
can't make money from ball.

My Auntie Monet takes care of me

so I can focus on the court.

I'm actually headed
back out there tonight.

She got something
for me to pick up.

So you can have the
room to yourself, you know,

if you want to
bring a girl home.

- [laughs]
- [Zeke] Hey, I'm just saying.

Nah, you think I could pull
up for dinner later, though?

Damn, you sick of
the dining hall already?

That shit is wack, bro.

Shit, I'll ask her, you
know, see if it's cool.

I gotta go meet
Professor Milgram later.

Whoo, bitch is fine
as a motherfucker.

Yo, you got that Moby-Dick shit?

You crazy, man. Yeah, I do.

Yo, make sure
you read this shit.

She be asking questions.

You don't want
to blow our shit up.

Yeah, I'll read it.

Man, I'm for real.
Like, really read it, bro.

I got you.

And don't forget to
call your auntie too.

- [Zeke] I got you!
- [laughs]

♪ ♪

[Jabari] Yes, Ashley.

[Ashley] Herbert took
Pip under his wing

and taught him how
to be a gentleman.

But then Uncle
Pumblechook was out there

trying to take all the
credit for Pip's success,

and he ain't have
nothing to do with it,

just like a
motherfucking white man.

I wish a nigga would
with his stupid-ass name.

Um... Um, what?

You got something
in your throat?

'Cause I know you ain't
about to say something.

- Never mind.
- That's a big opinion

from someone who
doesn't have a real name.

- Nope.
- Excuse me?

That's right. I don't
got a real name.

I got two.

Bruce plus Shaundria,
which equals BruShaundria.

But the first rule of
business is to mind

your motherfucking own, Richard.

Thank you for enlightening
us, Miss Carmichael.

Okay, class, this
is Tariq St. Patrick.

He's joining us a bit
late, but he proves

he deserves to be here,
so don't go easy on him.

[laughter]

- Hi.
- What's up?

[Jabari] Tariq,

what did you think of
Great Expectations?

Well, Dickens' choice
to make every character

do the wrong thing
for the right reason

and vice versa
was very effective

in highlighting the complexities

between innocence and guilt.

[Lauren] Well,
how-how do you think

that applies to
Dickens himself, though,

like his choice to change
the ending of the book?

Why do you think he changed it?

Well, I... Didn't
finish the book...

again?

We warned you this
course was rigorous, Tariq.

Now, if you can't keep up,

Stansfield has a number of
easier classes you can take.

Bloop.

Professor Reynolds
got time today, y'all.

[laughter]

[Jabari] Does anyone
else care to respond?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to
blow you up like that.

It's all right. It's
not your fault.

- It's mine.
- [cell phone chimes]

[Richard] He was
pandering to his audience.

[Jabari] Elaborate
please, Richard.

[Davis] They think your
mom ran the drug business.

My mother didn't do any of that.

A'ight? My father did it.

That was his business.
He was the boss.

Exactly what she said.

That's the truth.

What, you don't believe her?

I don't know what
to believe, Tariq.

Your mother didn't tell me
she had a history with the Feds.

Neither did you.

I didn't think it mattered.

A'ight? That was a local case.

- Right.
- Now that Saxe and the Feds

are involved, this is personal.

Okay, what motivation
would Saxe have

to target your mother?

I honestly don't know.

Right. All right.

I'm going to work the
political angle, Tariq,

but until I can make
this all go away,

we have to assume
that your mother

is going to face a jury,

which means we need
the jury pool to know

exactly how dangerous
and violent your father was.

Hey!

We need you to deliver
his eulogy tomorrow

and blow his ass up.

With him right
there in the ground?

It's his legacy or
your mom's life, kid.

Get some balls.

[uneasy music plays]

[Brayden] Dude! Where you been?

You haven't been
responding to any of my texts.

I been busy, bro.

Your father's funeral's
tomorrow, right?

Do you want me to, like, come?

Fuck no.

I mean, thanks, though.

It's all good. Hey,
you need a hug?

Come on, bring it in.

No? Okay, cool.

- Cool, cool, cool, cool.
- I'm heading this way...

Dude, how much fun was
that strip club the other night?

I mean, I think I gave
Cabernay my Venmo password,

but honestly, it
was fucking worth it!

What? Bro, you're fucking crazy.

I saw you macking on
that other chick too, man.

She was fucking
feeling you, dog.

I know.

She moving weight for you?

What? Fuck no.

Dude, it's cool. I just...

I want to get back in.

We were fucking
balling out at Choate.

Well, there's nothing to
get back in on, all right?

Yeah, right.

Whatever you got going on,

you can't do it by yourself.

I can help.

[sighs] But hey, uh,

my brother's having a
party tonight at his frat

if you want to hit that.

I mean, he's a fucking
dick, but what else is new?

If you don't fuck with him,
then why would you go?

Um, pussy? Why does
anyone go anywhere?

- [cell phone buzzes]
- You're right.

[Brayden laughs]

[cell phone buzzes]

Damn, bro. I can't go, though.

I got plans tonight.

My fault.

What plans are
better than pussy?

♪ Some days I
wish I could stay... ♪

That ain't none
of your business.

[smooth R&B music plays]

How can you stay with a
guy who's inside for life?

Don't you want to
be with someone

who can give you more?

Someone like who, you?

[Ramirez scoffs] What?

You're saying you don't...
you don't feel a connection?

Shit, I need more
than connection.

You know what Lorenzo's
name get me in these streets?

Protection.

Ain't no connection
gonna offer me that.

[melancholy music plays]

Shit. You gotta go.

Kids can't see you,
especially Cane.

♪ ♪

[Ramirez] All right.

I guess I should get
back to the precinct.

♪ ♪

I was really impressed
with your paper, Zeke.

What was it you said
about the combination

of horror, suspense,
and supernatural forces?

Yeah, you know,
all those elements

of Gothic literature

are just really, like, combined.

It's weird you're a
professor, you know,

'cause you... you
looking mad young.

I see you got a
biology test coming up.

You had a chance to go
over the material with Tariq?

- He's tutoring you, right?
- Tariq's great.

He's just going through a
lot of family stuff right now.

I think his-his dad's
funeral is, uh, tomorrow.

Oh, God. Tomorrow.

How's he doing?

Oh, we don't-we don't
really talk like that.

Uh... tell me about you.

Where are you from?

Are you going to the funeral?

No, I ain't thinking about that.

Uh, I-I got practice.

I'm-I'm actually from
the South myself,

uh, but I went to high
school in Queens.

I bet no students can
go, now that I think of it.

Um, right, well, okay.

Um, keep up the good work,

and you'll be off
academic probation

and back on the
court in no time.

Okay, girl. Well,
I guess I'll...

see you after that
biology test, right?

[Carrie] Mm-hmm.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

[Stern] You sure you don't
want something, Tariq?

Mmm, delightful.

When I was a student, all we had

was Folgers and cocaine.

What are we here to talk about?

Just like your father,

always eager to get
right down to business.

I'm nothing like my father.

[Stern] Fine, fine.

I got a distressing call
from Davis MacLean today.

He wants me to speak bad
about my father at the funeral.

Yes, I gleaned
that from his tone,

and I have to say, I
think it's a terrible idea.

Oh, I remember reading
Great Expectations

back in my Stansfield days.

Classic tale about
one's moral code

being more important
than ambition,

and that's why it's a
story for poor people.

The thing about
your father, Tariq,

is that he could never accept

that his ambition
was his moral code.

He thought they were
two separate things,

so he was always
at war with himself.

I never thought of it that way.

I never thought of him that way.

Splendid. But that's not all.

Your father's image is in
need of a little... zhoosh,

and his funeral is a
wonderful opportunity.

Now, you know I'm
happy to pay for a send-off

worthy of our dearly departed,

but the real showstopper

would be a glowing
eulogy from his only son.

Well, MacLean wants
me to trash my father

to help my mother.

You know, I have to do
anything to help my mother.

See? Just like James.

He was great at looking ahead,

but he could never
see from above.

I know you care
about your mother.

I do too, of course.

But you and I are business
partners now, Tariq,

and the first thing you
always have to ask in business

is, "How does this benefit me?"

James' flailing reputation

will be bad for our ventures

and for his estate as a whole.

I'll be fine either
way, of course,

but that could be
financially devastating

to you and your family.

[dramatic music plays]

[Davis] Both Tariq and Tasha
say her husband was the boss

and that Cooper Saxe knows it.

That woman is a liar,
Davis, and her son is too.

We should walk away
from this case right now.

I mean, you did the research
on St. Patrick and Egan.

Do you really believe
she was the boss?

No matter what you say,

no matter what
you want to happen,

Tasha St. Patrick
was not the leader

of this organization.

- Prove that.
- [Saxe] What?

That she wasn't.

You can't prove a negative.

[both] Exactly.

That means Davis MacLean
can't prove that either.

Look, all you have to
do is lay out the crimes

we know the St. Patrick-Egan
organization committed,

and now that she
said live in court

that she had the power
to tell Egan what to do,

we wrap all of it up.

I mean, Egan may
have sold the drugs

and pulled the triggers...

But she called the shots.

There's no way Tasha
ordered all of this.

She was raising three kids.

If anything, she
was being a mother.

You're gonna try to use the
"mom of the year" defense

on the wife of a
drug trafficker?

Excuse me, a woman under siege,

racing to save her family

as a tide of corruption
and criminality

threatened to sweep her under.

You are not gonna try to argue

that she didn't know
this was going on.

This is millions of
dollars in narcotics.

You're saying she
never asked her husband

where the money came from?

Her name's on the checks.

I'm saying it doesn't
matter what she knew.

It matters that Cooper Saxe
knows she's not the boss.

You want me to take every crime

that St. Patrick and
Tommy Egan committed...

Allegedly committed.

John, we know St.
Patrick was Ghost.

We know he's the kingpin!

- We know?
- What did you prove in court?

- Nothing.
- [Ott] Right.

And they can't prove it either,
and from what I understand,

Egan is conveniently
in the wind,

so who's gonna argue it?

Tasha's not fully innocent.

No, I didn't say that.

It matters that this
whole prosecution

turned on Jenny Sullivan

asking why Tommy
Egan killed St. Patrick,

on this trumped-up RICO
charge that will sweep

all of James St.
Patrick's nefarious activity

under the rug.

Show the jury she's
dirty, and they'll convict.

Egan ain't here to blame,
and her husband's dead.

She's the last woman standing,
so sorry, she gets the needle.

- It's political.
- [Davis] Yeah.

And if we can prove
Saxe had an agenda,

maybe we can get the
charges dropped altogether.

Don't let us down, Saxe.

I'll give you an
unlimited budget,

and you can hire
whoever you want.

Just land the fucking plane.

♪ ♪

Fuck.

Shit, Stern makes a good point.

I'll give him that.

It's worth considering.

I mean, maybe you
should protect your father.

I'm protecting you, okay?

I don't care about Gho...

I don't care about Dad's money.

All I care about is
you getting out of here,

and if MacLean thinks me
saying something will help, then...

[Tasha] Wait a minute. Hold up.

I can't believe MacLean
came you to behind my back.

I can.

Ma, this is how you win.
This is how you get out.

'Riq, what do you want to do?

Do you want to
speak at the funeral?

[somber music plays]

Honestly, Ma, I don't know.

I mean, what would I even say?

What could I say?

♪ ♪

[sighs] Baby, your father...

he was a complicated man.

Maybe it's better that
you not say anything at all.

Reverend Macedon
can give his blessing,

and that'll be that.

♪ ♪

Yeah.

♪ ♪

Okay, good. It's settled, then.

Um, I'll let Davis know.

Speaking of Davis, you didn't...

open up the day care
again, did you, 'Riq,

after I told you not to?

Ma, no, of course not.

Then how in the world
did you get the m...

♪ ♪

[clears throat]

How are your classes going?

Fine.

We're reading a book called
Great Expectations now.

I know that one. Well, go ahead.

Tell me about it.
What's it about?

Well, it's about this
orphan named Pip.

[knock at door]

Ah.

Strap on your cup,
Special Agent Garza,

'cause I'm calling you
up to the big leagues.

I need a lead investigator

in the Tasha St.
Patrick queenpin case,

and you're my guy.

Yeah, I'm gonna
respectfully decline, Mr. Saxe.

[scoffs] This-this
is the biggest case

of the decade: high-profile,

drugs, murder,
intrigue, justice.

You got fired from this office

a little less than
two weeks ago.

Two days after that, a judge

signed a warrant
for your arrest,

and then somehow, you
managed to get a promotion?

Whatever you're up to has
nothing to do with justice.

Look, I know
you're straight-edge,

by the book,
unimpeachable character,

not a blemish in your record...

the opposite of me.

Donovan was my supervisor.

He was as good as they come.

What happened to
him on your watch...

you understand
why I have to say no.

Okay, listen.

I think about Jerry every day,

about his girls growing
up without their father.

I mean, his blood is
on my hands, I know.

Maybe I went too hard trying
to put the bad guys in jail,

and I have to live with that.

But Tasha's defense
attorney goes way too hard

keeping criminals
on the streets,

and if I'm gonna take
on Davis MacLean,

I need someone I can trust.

Ah, fuck. It's MacLean?

I know he fucked up
your chain of custody

in the Perez murder.

Took you months to
buy that back, didn't it?

Could've derailed your career.

Work with me.

I'll let you call the shots.

Everything aboveboard.
You have my word.

By the book?

By the book, I promise.

[dramatic music plays]

I hear you're a little behind.

Professor Reynolds
told you, right?

It's like he has it out for me.

I'll catch up, okay?

Tariq, it's okay if
you're struggling.

You're going through a
traumatic time right now.

No one expects
you to be perfect.

Professor Reynolds does.

Jabari isn't always great
at seeing the bigger picture.

But if you want to
talk about anything,

that's what I'm here for.

I don't need to
talk about anything.

I just need to get my work
done and get to class on time.

Oh, Tariq.

The pressure our culture
puts on young men,

specifically young black
men, to suppress their feelings

is incredibly toxic
and dangerous.

I mean, I'd love to provide you

with a safe space

where you can process anything,

maybe even see your
dad in a different light.

[cell phone buzzes]

[uneasy music plays]

♪ ♪

Professor Milgram, may
I please be excused?

- [soft footsteps]
- [knock at door]

I'm concerned about
Tariq St. Patrick.

Yeah, me too.

We're already two books in,

and he hasn't
read either of them.

You said he was
motivated, but I don't see it.

No, it's, um...

it's his father's
funeral tomorrow,

and he's not processing
his feelings at all.

Well, he's a black
man in America, Carrie.

He doesn't have time
to process his feelings.

Well, I agree, so, um...

some of the students and
I are holding a vigil tonight

for James St. Patrick.

No, you're not.

Yes, we are, in the quad.

What the fuck, Carrie?

The kid has enough
heat on him as it is.

Well, exactly.

All the students know who he is.

They're already
talking about it.

This is an opportunity
for him to address it.

This is a way for him to mourn,

to know he's not
alone at Stansfield.

It's a safe space
for him to talk.

Okay, when you gonna get it?

There's no such
thing as a safe space

for a kid like Tariq.

Do you know what this is?

This is another one of your
weird bullshit power trips,

a way for you to put
his grief on display

and project your pity onto him.

And what is a kid like Tariq?

Huh? You know how he feels?

Did you even ask
him what he wanted?

He said he didn't want to talk.

[Jabari] Exactly.

You need to actually
listen to people,

because we are not
always gonna conform

to your expectations

or whatever story you're
trying to tell yourself.

You mean like
taking a person's life

and publishing it
for the world to see?

You had no right.

I know that, and I am sorry.

Okay? But I cannot apologize

enough to satisfy you.

Did it ever occur to you

that I felt alone
without you, Carrie?

We should just...
keep this about Tariq.

[somber music plays]

♪ ♪

Why'd you get me the job here

if you didn't want
this to happen?

♪ ♪

[BASECAMP's "Esc" playing]

♪ ♪

♪ You stopped ♪

♪ Dead in your tracks ♪

♪ A ghost from the past ♪

♪ Had come back to play... ♪

Is Oliver here?

I don't care. Do you?

♪ A door standing red lit ♪

[objects clatter]

♪ You leave it to chance ♪

♪ But you're worried
'Cause you'd rather go up ♪

♪ Than down ♪

♪ You never like
To hear the sound ♪

♪ She makes ♪

♪ You'd rather go up Than down ♪

♪ But she's still gonna give ♪

♪ And you're still
Gonna take it ♪

♪ Yeah, you're still
Gonna take it now ♪

[Carrie moans]

♪ It'll all be better ♪

♪ When the clock runs out ♪

♪ Say it till it's true
Say it till it's true ♪

♪ ♪

♪ But I don't want
to feel What I felt ♪

♪ When I fell back down ♪

♪ Nothing you could do... ♪

[Carrie] And then we
had sex in his office.

If you're gonna say that you

thought it was gonna
be different this time,

I'm gonna throw
myself into traffic.

No. God, no. I...

Carrie, we talked about this.

I mean, what did you
think was gonna happen

when you helped him get the job?

I don't know.

I...

I mean, I-I-I didn't expect
him to be in my department.

He was hired in
the lit department,

and then Brannon retired,

and the-the Canonical
spot opened up.

I... I guess I-I-I
expected he'd moved on,

and we could be adults about it.

A-and why would you think
he's moved on if you haven't?

Because I thought I had.

How can you explain
the intense connection?

What if he's my person?

Okay, stop it,

because now you're being
the girl he put in the novel.

I know.

How can I fix this?

Besides working the steps?

As your sponsor,

I say stay away from
him as much as possible.

When you have to be with
him, only talk about work.

Avoid being close.

Never be alone together...

and never close the door.

Sex and love addiction,

it might be cute
in your 20s, Carrie,

but is this really

what you want the rest
of your life to look like?

Man, this is so much better
than the food at school.

Thank you again.

Sure I can't get you a drink?

Nah, I'm-I'm fine. Thank you.

Pour me up, Auntie.

Ain't like I'm
playing this week.

Yeah, but your ass better
be back on that court soon.

Oh, I will. Tariq's
making sure of that.

Smartest nigga I know.

What are you studying?

Right now, I'm in
Canonical Studies.

It's a special class, mostly,
like, literature, though.

And I got this little
art class on the side.

- What kind of art?
- Just drawing, I guess.

It was the last thing I
could put in my schedule,

so I just did it.

[knock at door]

Who's that?

I look like Miss Cleo?

[laughter]

Cane, see who that is.

All right.

[light music playing
over speakers]

♪ ♪

[Frank] Surprise!

[Cane] Ah, shit. Uncle Frank!

[Frank] How you doing?

- [Cane] 'Sup, man?
- [Frank] Good.

Damn, Cane, look at you!

You're built like
a motherfucker,

just like your pops.

What you doing here, Frank?

I thought you still
had a couple years.

I got out early.

On what?

'Cause I know it
wasn't good behavior.

[Frank laughs]

What's up, Dru? Zeke?

♪ ♪

I know you?

He's Zeke's
roommate from school.

Hey, Uncle Frank.

Wow, look who grew up.

- Princess Diana.
- [Diana chuckles]

Hmm, you really filled out, huh?

What do you want, Frank?

I just need a little help, Mo.

Lorenzo said to hit you
up. He promised me.

See, that's a lie,

'cause Lorenzo ain't
promise nobody shit.

You need to go.

Oh, shit, ain't you the one
always spouting "family first"?

They don't know me out
in these streets no more.

And I know Lorenzo's
got you running things...

- [thumps table]
- Okay, dinner's over.

Diana, get the plates.

Now!

Zeke, you been drinking.
You should spend the night.

Cane, take Tariq back to school.

Uh, Ma, I can take him.

I said what I said.

Dru, take Frank for a drink.

Talk this out.

Yes, ma'am.

Mo, come on.

[Dru] Come on, Frank.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

[Cane] Get out. You and
me gonna have to talk.

♪ ♪

Whatever happens in our
house, it stays in our house.

You hear me, nigga?

You don't gotta try
to scare me, Cane.

I'm cool, a'ight?

Nigga, I don't fucking know you.

You seem kind of hot to me.

Not as hot as your Uncle Frank.

Hey, don't you come out
your mouth about my family,

all right?

Uncle Frank's been
around for a minute.

Your Uncle Frank's
a fucking rat.

The fuck you say?

What, nigga, you ain't notice?

How you think he got out early,

coming in all
unannounced and shit,

urgent, smiling in
everybody's face?

Nigga, has he ever been
that excited to see you before?

Plus, you ain't ever
heard of a parole hearing?

That shit takes months.

If Frank was that
close with your pops,

then your pops would've
known and told Monet.

But, you know, rats
get out quick and quiet

before anyone even notices.

You should know that.

♪ ♪

Shit, nigga.

Exactly, man. I
ain't trying to have

no beef with y'all, a'ight?

Stansfield got me
keeping Zeke in school

so he could play ball, and
that's what Monet wants.

Me and you, we on
the same team, nigga.

We got the same goal.

I don't want Zeke's
family getting hurt,

'cause if y'all get
hurt, I get hurt.

You can tell your
mom she don't got shit

to worry about when
it comes to me, a'ight?

Now, let's go.

♪ ♪

[Isaiah] Another
pillar of our community

crushed under the
weight of opportunity.

Black male eyes set
on our future ahead.

One shot, pop.

Now that future
dead, assassinated...

You shouldn't be doing this.

You showed up.

Not for you. Is he here?

[Isaiah continues indistinctly]

[camera snapping]

Dude, that's fucked
up. Delete that shit.

- [man] What's your problem?
- Get-get the fuck out of here.

[Isaiah continues indistinctly]

[camera snapping]

Hey, Tariq. Glad
you could make it.

Your father was a
very impressive man.

[uneasy music plays]

♪ ♪

[Carrie] Tariq!

There's still time to say
something about your dad

if you want.

[crowd murmuring]

[Brayden] Hey. Hey, Tariq.

You okay?

Yeah, bro, let's
go to that party

you was telling me about.

Fuck yeah, dude. Let's go.

Get the fuck out of here.

[camera snapping]

[crowd murmuring]

♪ ♪

So what do you think we
should do about Frank?

Well, family first, right?

That's what you taught us.

So shouldn't we just give
him benefit of the doubt?

There's a difference
between family and blood, D.

Not everyone can be trusted.

Or did you think about
why he got out so early

and your dad ain't tell us?

No, but how do we find
out? We can't just ask him.

I can't.

He might tell you, though.

Did you see the way
he was looking at you?

That look means you
have power over him.

And I want you to be able
to see what these signs are,

'cause if he's useful to us,

you gotta use any
tool at your disposal.

Okay, but how do you
know he's hiding something?

[Monet] Well, think about it.

There's only one way
someone gets out that quick

- with no one knowing about it.
- [door clicks shut]

♪ ♪

You take care of that?

Yup. Zeke was right.

Kid's smart.

- He said Uncle Frank was...
- [both] A snitch.

- Tariq said that?
- [Cane] Mm-hmm.

So who do you
think he snitched on?

Doesn't matter.

A snitch is a snitch.

Cane'll handle it.

But first, what else Tariq say?

Zeke.

[Zeke snoring]

Boy, wake up.

Tariq.

Did you ask him here
tonight, or did he ask you?

He wanted to come.
What's it matter?

I need to know everything
you know about that kid.

You hear me?

I don't know anything about him.

Well, you better learn.

- [hip-hop music playing]
- [indistinct chatter]

[Brayden] Coming to you live
from Kappa Lambda Kappa.

Ooh, what do we have over here?

A pack of wild thots
in their natural habitat.

And, oh, shit, an ice luge!

Classic choice.

Now, the way an
ice luge works is,

you put the alcohol at
the top so it rushes down,

and the person at the
bottom gets mouth herpes.

Hey, losers.

Y'all at home jerking
off to Skidmarks here?

Why don't you put
down your cell phones

and get yourself
a real girlfriend?

You ruined my
fucking story, okay?

And also, Mom told you not
to fucking call me that anymore.

Yo, sorry, you-you
gotta leave, Skids.

And your boyfriend too.
No Skidmarks allowed.

Yo, I'm serious.
Shut the fuck up.

Oh, you're serious.
Well, so am I.

Yo, Chase, we, uh... we don't
let Skidmarks in here, right?

No, Trace. We do not.

Oh, shit.

Hey, hey. You're
that St. Patrick kid.

Yeah, I heard you went here.

Dude, his dad was, like,
that nightclub politician guy

who got killed by his mom.

Dude, you're, like, famous.

You guys should
stay. You're chill.

Oh, shit. What's up, Scott?

Don't you have anything

we can actually have
fun with, Macklemore?

No, man. I'm all out.

[Chase] You're
always fucking out, bro.

Dude, I told you.

We could make fucking bank here.

[banging on door]

[cop 1] Turn that
music off right now.

[man] You guys hear that?

[cop 1] Everybody out.

We're coming in
to shut this down.

[Trace] Yo, this is my house.

You can't come in
without a warrant.

This house belongs
to the university,

and it's leased by the Kappa
Lambda Kappa fraternity.

[Trace] Dude, you're
not even a real cop.

Don't call me dude.
Please, just step aside.

Hey, what the fuck do
you think you're doing?

- Do you even know who I am?
- [cop 1] Don't touch me.

All right, you're done.

[Trace] Oh, man.

[cop 1] Hands behind your back.

[cop 2] Everybody
out. Party's over.

Hey, um, I'm sorry about that.

My brother's a fucking idiot.

I'm Brayden, and
that's Trace... Weston.

Shit. Weston, like
the auditorium?

Yeah, and the swimming pool.

[cop 2] Sorry,
man. I didn't realize.

No, it's-it's all good.

Can you let my brother go now?

[whispering] He's a
Weston. Let him go.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

[Trace] Let's fucking party!

[all cheer]

[music resumes]

♪ ♪

[Laila] Well, then
switch a damn shift

so that you're on that schedule.

I need you to get me a
morning-after pill in here

motherfucking pronto.

Yo, who the fuck you
think you're talking to?

You seem to have forgotten
how this works, Jones.

Wait, whose fucking dick
you been riding in here?

Get me that pill in
the next 56 hours,

or I'ma turn this whole
block against your ass.

And yet, Mr. MacLean,
your papers allege

some sort of
prosecutorial misconduct

on the part of the
US Attorney's Office.

Yes, Mr. Saxe used

the New York District
Attorney's Office

to trap my client

into a baseless queenpin charge.

Whoa, whoa, I didn't use

the district attorney
to do anything.

Your Honor, if we put
Ms. Genevieve Sullivan

from the District Attorney's
Office under oath...

- He's gotta be kidding.
- I'm not.

I want an explanation
as to why you came

to a state plea allocution

with a federal arrest
warrant in your pocket.

He's Captain Ahab with
the white whale, Your Honor.

He was never able to
get James St. Patrick,

so he staged that
ridiculous circus

to turn this into
a federal case.

Th-that's not
prosecutorial misconduct.

It's prosecutorial discretion.

If you had any discretion,
Saxe, we might entertain that.

All right, how soon can I
hear from Ms. Sullivan?

I'll get her here.

Do it.

We'll reconvene this afternoon.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Your Honor.

[desolate music plays]

♪ ♪

We miss you, baby girl.

I am so glad that you're
not alone anymore.

♪ ♪

Ah.

Now, this is quite a production.

Tariq, how could you have
paid for something like this

when you know that Yas
and I are only scraping by?

Grandma, I didn't
do any of this.

I don't even know who
any of these people are.

♪ ♪

He was a bright light
extinguished far too soon.

What the Lord has brought us to,

the Lord will take us through.

May God bless
us all in our grief.

Thank you, Reverend.

Yes, thank you, Reverend.

We're all so very blessed

to have each other to lean on.

- Simon.
- Mr. Tate.

Ah. Good to see you, my sister.

So good to see you.

♪ ♪

I just came from the MCC.

Your mother's gonna
deliver the eulogy,

so you're off the hook.

Why would she do that?

It's our one chance
for the public

to hear her speak without
provoking a gag order

or being cross-examined
on the stand.

Besides, she wants to do it,

and she's ready.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

[reporter] She's here.

[reporters clamoring]

♪ ♪

[Yasmine] Mommy!

[handcuffs clicking]

[Davis] Oh, wait a
minute. Motherfuckers.

What are you doing?
You can't put those on her.

Look, she cannot deliver
the eulogy in shackles, okay?

It's entirely the wrong image.

Tasha, you can't
stand up like this.

- But what about what we...
- No talking, inmate.

[Saxe] Oh, were you gonna
have her poison the jury pool

with some hard-luck
tale about her husband?

Guess you can't
do that now, huh?

- Fuck you, Saxe.
- Oh, okay.

Wonder if we could
find someone else

who'd be willing
to say something.

God, you know, I
feel like we could

probably find someone.

Oh, Rashad.

Of course.

I'd be more than glad

to share a few kind
words for our fallen friend.

I'm gonna do it.

I want to do it,
okay, Ma? I got this.

♪ ♪

What are you going to say?

[sighs]

Hey, Tariq.

I'm your father's Uncle Gabe.

Just wanted to pay my respects.

You remind me of him
so much, you know?

I don't even look like him.

No, no, no, but...
well, you're bright...

I can tell... just like he was.

He had a good heart.

For a time there, we
thought we might lose him

to the streets, you know.

Your grandfather used to say

that you go down that road,

there's only two ways
you're gonna end up:

either dead or in jail.

[chuckles]

Well, everybody's got
to go eventually, right?

But he-he turned it around.

Noble, yeah.

Made us all proud,

just like I'm sure
you're gonna make him.

Am I right?

Yes, sir.

Good.

[somber music plays]

♪ ♪

[Elliot Moss' "99" playing]

♪ ♪

♪ Hide all the keys
And seal our windows ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm going to war ♪

♪ Don't hold your
breath Waiting for me ♪

♪ 'Cause I may never Come home ♪

♪ No, I may never come home ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Hide all the keys
And seal our windows ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm going to war ♪

♪ Don't hold your
breath Waiting for me ♪

♪ 'Cause I may never Come home ♪

♪ Leave all your bags
And head for the water ♪

♪ Chase the lies Into the sea ♪

♪ Don't hold your
breath Waiting for me ♪

♪ 'Cause I may never Come home ♪

♪ No, I may never come home ♪

♪ 'Cause I may never Come home ♪

♪ No, I may ♪

♪ Don't hold your
breath Waiting for me ♪

♪ 'Cause I may
never Come home... ♪

Nice work.

Almost seemed
like you enjoyed that.

Fuck Davis MacLean.

- [Ott] Yeah.
- Yeah, but, Steve,

I need to ask you
about Jenny Sullivan

- from the DA's Office.
- Oh, shh, shh, shh.

It's starting.

Nice work.

[Macedon] Life's trials

can be so mysterious.

♪ ♪

The St. Patrick
family knows that.

♪ ♪

James came to me
in his darkest hour

with one desire:

to be a better man.

God alone knows whether
we ever achieve that,

so it is in faith that
we send James off

with loving tribute from
those he left behind.

♪ ♪

♪ Don't hold your
breath Waiting for me ♪

♪ 'Cause I may never Come home ♪

♪ No, I may never come home ♪

♪ ♪

[sighs]

Everyone has their
own expectations

of what I should say right now.

Some people want
me to stand here

and call my father a criminal,

a horrible person and a man

who didn't care
about his family.

Others want me to
stand here and say

that he was a symbol of hope

and possibility.

But to be honest, the truth is
way more complicated than that,

'cause my father, he
was a complicated man.

He saw his family as
a reflection of himself,

and he always did what
he thought was best for us.

And although I didn't...

agree with all of his choices,

I will say that I learned a lot

about how I want
to live my own life.

He taught me lessons about...

knowing who to
trust, thinking ahead...

and finding a better way
to do just about anything.

I really thought I knew my dad.

But the truth is, you never
really know a man like him.

Somehow, I'm learning
more about him now

than I ever did
when he was alive.

So I really don't know much.

But what I do know is that...

he wanted to give me the
life that he could never have.

And I'm the manifestation
of what he could never be.

♪ ♪

♪ One hundred men
Raise your heads up ♪

♪ 'Cause we're going to war ♪

♪ Open your eyes And
steady your hands ♪

♪ 'Cause we may
never Come home ♪

♪ ♪

- [marshal] Inmate! Inmate!
- I need currency:

a morning-after pill
for another inmate.

[marshal] I said
no talking, bitch.

Let's go.

[Tasha sobs] Get off of me!

[tense music plays]

He did a good job.

Would've been
better if it was Tasha.

♪ ♪

You understand, Ms.
Sullivan, you are under oath?

Yes, but, Your Honor,
I still don't understand

how my testimony is
relevant to the federal charges

facing Tasha Green St. Patrick.

Humor me, hmm? Mr. MacLean.

[Davis] Yes. Just
a few questions.

Ms. Sullivan, when
my client told you

the name of her
accomplice, Tommy Egan,

did you know who he was?

No.

I did a background check

and saw he was a
bad actor, for sure,

but I did not know of him.

Did you share this information

about the name of
my client's accomplice

with anyone outside
of your office?

Reminding you
you are under oath.

I told my boss, sir.

I believe he might have
mentioned the name

to Steven Ott from the DNC.

And did Mr. Ott ask you to
vacate the plea agreement

you had with my client,

the same agreement
you and I put in writing?

No, he did not.

He told me to proceed

and to inquire as to why
Tommy Egan would've killed

James St. Patrick
for his estranged wife.

And did you know
that that would result

in a federal charge
against my client?

No, but when I saw
Mr. Saxe showed up

and had an arrest warrant,

I knew both you and I had
been set up, Mr. MacLean.

It was a jurisdictional
grab all along.

- Your Honor.
- [Jenny] If this was

a legitimate charge
against your client,

they could've let us
prove the murder charge

and then proceeded
with any predicate crime

already proven in state court,

but Mr. Saxe pressured
me to offer a deal,

only to blow it up

and take the defendant
right out from under me.

Thank you, Ms. Sullivan.

Mr. Saxe, do you
want to cross-examine?

Uh... no.

Do you want to explain yourself?

Your Honor, I didn't know
Mr. Ott was in communication

with Ms. Sullivan,
but even if I admit

that the chain of
events is odd...

More than odd, sir,

especially the part
about you forcing a deal

just to break it wide open.

Yes, Your Honor,
but I can justify

federalizing this case.

I believe Tasha St.
Patrick is a queenpin.

He has no proof.

I do.

I'd like to call a rebuttal
witness, Your Honor...

[dramatic music plays]

Sergeant Blanca Rodriguez.

♪ ♪

Sergeant Rodriguez,
did we investigate

the St. Patrick family together?

Yes, and their
associate, Tommy Egan.

Would you confine your
answers to yes or no, please?

Yes.

Did Tasha St. Patrick
have reason to believe

that Terry Silver might
testify against her,

against her husband,

or against their
friend Tommy Egan?

I don't know what
he knew about Tasha.

Just yes or no.

Yes, she thought
he had information.

And when Mr. Silver
went missing,

did Tasha St. Patrick
lead us to the body...

She told us where to look?

Yes, but that's
not the whole story.

[Saxe] Just yes or no.

Yes.

She knew where to find the body.

But she did not
commit that murder.

She's not physically capable.

Mm, okay.

So she had motive,

she knew the
location of that body,

and she wasn't capable
of doing it herself.

So is it reasonable to
assume that she was involved,

possible to conclude that
maybe she ordered the hit

to shut him up?

- Yes, but...
- [Saxe] That's all, Your Honor.

[Davis] Your Honor, I believe.

Sergeant Rodriguez
has more to say.

And she will, at trial,

but this is more than enough
to indicate, Mr. MacLean,

that there is some
meat on the bone here

for Mr. Saxe's case.

I'm going to deny
your motion to dismiss.

Ha.

I mean thank you, Your Honor.

But you, Mr. Saxe...

from now on, I want
everything by the book.

♪ ♪

You're excused,
Sergeant Rodriguez.

We're done here.

♪ ♪

When this goes to trial,
you make sure I testify.

Tasha is no queenpin,

and Saxe is dirty as fuck.

♪ ♪

[Kemba's "Nobody
I Can Trust" playing]

♪ ♪

♪ Ain't nobody I can trust ♪

♪ My niggas getting stuck ♪

♪ Cops throw 'em in a
truck Lock niggas up ♪

♪ Circle getting
smaller Every day ♪

♪ Life getting
shorter Every day ♪

♪ Ain't nobody I can trust ♪

♪ My niggas getting stuck ♪

♪ Cops throw 'em in a
truck Lock niggas up ♪

♪ Circle getting
smaller Every day ♪

♪ Life getting
shorter Every day ♪

- ♪ Ain't nobody I can trust ♪
- [gunshots]

♪ My niggas getting stuck ♪

♪ Cops throw 'em in a
truck Lock niggas up ♪

♪ Circle getting
smaller Every day ♪

[saw whirs]

♪ Life getting
shorter Every day ♪

♪ I got 20/20 eyesight
But in hindsight ♪

♪ Tell my brothers
Get your mind right ♪

♪ Just survive life ♪

♪ Niggas modernize Crime ties ♪

♪ It's the zeitgeist ♪

♪ Bank linked To your timeline ♪

♪ What's the Wi-Fi? ♪

♪ Innocent I swear
I'm innocent ♪

♪ For my own benefit ♪

♪ It's mind control ♪

♪ As soon as God
forgive me I'ma sin again ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Ain't nobody I can trust ♪

♪ My niggas getting stuck ♪

♪ Cops throw 'em in a
truck Lock niggas up ♪

♪ Circle getting
smaller Every day ♪

♪ Life getting
shorter Every day ♪

[knock at door]

[Tariq] Oh, what's up?

Um, Zeke's not here.

I know.

Cane said you knew my
Uncle Frank was a snitch.

I wanted to ask you how.

What, Monet send you?

Nah. I was impressed.

You got game.

You know, when you
know what you're looking for,

people are easier to
read than a fucking PDF.

[laughs] That's a
college-ass joke, nigga.

[Tariq] No, but, um...
can I ask you something?

What's up?

You have a way of
talking to your father?

Why?

Do you think he could get
something to my mom inside?

I'ma need you to
hide it in a book.

[hip-hop music plays]

[knock at door]

- Where you been?
- Stansfield.

And I know something you don't.

Tariq's mom needs
a friend inside.

He asked if I can get
her a morning-after pill.

[Monet] Hmm.

I can work with that.

♪ ♪

- [buzzer blares]
- [guard] Lights out, ladies.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

[line trills]

♪ ♪

[cell phone buzzing]

♪ ♪

[Tariq] Hello?

[sighing] Oh.

[laughs]

- Tariq, how did you do this?
- Ma?

[Tasha] Baby,
what you did today...

I am so proud of you.

But I need to know,

how are you paying
for Davis, 'Riq?

Because I can't
have you out there,

getting yourself into trouble.

Ma, listen.

Remember how Ghost
always used to say

there's only two ways
drug dealers end up:

dead or in jail?

Well, I think I
found another way.

[Nvy Jonez Lkr's
"It's Alright" playing]

♪ Couple battle scars
We gon' die hard ♪

♪ Frequent flights cruising
Through the ozone... ♪

[Cane] Shit.

♪ I'm a Braveheart ♪

♪ You fucking bastards
Never take my mojo ♪

♪ Overseas signing boobs
Bitches catching seizures ♪

♪ Swear I planned this
all From the bleachers ♪

♪ No features ♪

♪ Shades and monsters
Pills and sponsors ♪

♪ Rock and roll
And sex partners ♪

♪ The fame is heartless ♪

♪ Try and spread
Some knowledge ♪

♪ Pop, pop You sparkless ♪

♪ But music feeds the
soul So I'ma eat regardless ♪

Blue Label.

What do you want?

Cane'll be back soon.

[laughs] Can't
bring you a present

without getting
the third degree?

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

Snitch papers?

Frank Castillo
went missing today.

You know anything about that?

Well, shit, if he was a snitch,

it could've been anybody, right?

So why the fuck
do you let a snitch

come up in my crib
without warning?

These papers don't
do shit for me now.

Neither does
that bullshit bottle.

Hey, come on. Why
you gotta be like that?

Because you coming
up in my house,

telling me how you gonna give me

more than Lorenzo, and
you ain't protecting me.

[Ramirez] I just found out.

You think I'd let that
happen if I knew?

Mo, I swear, I got you.

How can I prove it to you?

Fine.

I'll give you a chance
to redeem yourself.

What can you find out for me

on a kid named
Tariq St. Patrick?

[Kaleb Mitchell's
"Out The Mud" playing]

♪ Yeah, they said I
couldn't Do this, so I did it ♪

♪ I ain't had no
option But to get it ♪

♪ I been ten toes down
Since the beginning ♪

♪ Got it out the mud
Now I'm winning, ay ♪

♪ I done got a lot of people
In they feelings lately ♪

♪ Numb to the bull, you
ain't Gotta feel me, baby ♪

♪ Suckers talk like
they Want beef ♪

♪ But it's all gravy ♪

♪ Stay inside your lane ♪

♪ Don't let this get R-rated ♪

♪ Hey, young Kruger
I might pop out ♪

♪ When y'all least
expect it Ooh ♪

♪ Why you didn't sign? ♪

♪ Hell, I'm trying to
keep My records, ooh ♪

♪ Please try To name somebody ♪

♪ That's been This consistent ♪

♪ Put a hundred up ♪

♪ And I came back
With zero misses ♪

♪ Back to, back to, back to ♪

♪ Back to, back to,
back to Back on y'all ♪

♪ For every rat
Up in the kitchen ♪

♪ I need plaques
Up on the wall, ay ♪

♪ Young bull went And
turned into the man ♪

♪ We ain't have no AC ♪

♪ Homey, I was really rapping
To them fans when they ♪

♪ Yeah, they said I
couldn't Do this, so I did it ♪

♪ I ain't have no
option But to get it ♪

♪ I been ten toes down
Since the beginning ♪

♪ Got it out the mud
Now I'm winning, ay ♪

♪ Know that I was gon'
be More than a statistic ♪

♪ Five-oh look at me
Like just another nigga ♪

♪ My whole life I
saw the stares ♪

♪ I heard them whispers ♪