All language subtitles for POWER Book II (Ghost) - S01 E03 - Jugando el juego (1080p - AMZN Web-DL)

[Tariq] Previously on Ghost...

[dramatic music plays]

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

She moving weight for you?

What? Fuck no.

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

[Chase] 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 can
make fucking bank here.

[Tameika] If you
had an accomplice,

you have to tell me who it is.

They might expose you.

[Tasha] That won't happen.

Is it your son?

- Tameika, you're fired.
- What?

Tasha, you will lose your deal.

Get out!

Your mother was supposed
to take that sweet-ass deal

that Tameika and I got for her.

Wait, so that deal was you?

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

It was handled.

[Blanca] She knew
where to find the body,

but she did not
commit that murder.

She's not physically capable.

So it is reasonable to assume

that maybe she ordered
the hit to shut him up?

- Yes, but...
- That's all, Your Honor.

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

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.

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

[both moaning softly]

How can I fix this?

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

Never be alone together...

and never close the door.

[Tariq] Your mom is
Monet, and your father is...

Lorenzo Tejada.

What's he in there for?

What you think?

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

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

Protection.

You have a way of
talking to your father?

Why?

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.

What can you find out for me

on a kid named
Tariq St. Patrick?

[tense music plays]

[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 ♪

♪ ♪

[man] Hit it!

♪ I got this shit
From the trap ♪

♪ Few baggies, my
pen And my pad ♪

♪ I done got rich Off of rap ♪

♪ You throw 'em We
sending 'em back ♪

♪ That shit is a fact ♪

♪ My young boy ain't
got No ID on him ♪

♪ He had to slip
Through the back ♪

♪ They took everything
He had off his body ♪

♪ He thought he
was lit 'Cause he rap ♪

♪ Gotta hustle Go
get off your back ♪

♪ He broke Go get him a pack ♪

♪ I just blew ten Up in Saks ♪

♪ Fuck cops They
kill if you Black ♪

♪ You might get
a deal If you nice ♪

♪ Gelato I'm smoking
To give you the feeling ♪

♪ You feel when
you still On a flight ♪

♪ Light up that blunt
Go wheelie that bike ♪

♪ This is our life ♪

♪ This a lifestyle That
we cherish every day ♪

♪ Taking risks to count
This cash in every way ♪

♪ If you lucky, bitch, then
You just might get saved ♪

♪ Only thing On
my bucket list... ♪

Hey, uh, y'all are cool if I
settle up next week, right?

[groans]

Where's my money at, huh?

Where's my money?
Where's my money?

Here.

What the fuck is this?

[clerk] It's all I got! I swear!

I'll get the rest to
you by next week.

Next week.

You think we wait, giving
you till next week, huh?

Yo, this nigga's
un-fucking-reliable...

Yo! Yo, yo, yo, yo.
It's good. It's good.

- It's good.
- Stupid!

Go ahead. Go ahead.

My nigga, you got until Friday.

Or I ain't stopping
him next time.

Forty fucking dollars?
Come on, man!

♪ Rich my persona ♪

♪ I fucked your bitch
A new Wrangler Jeep ♪

♪ Keep that stick on
me 'Cause if they play ♪

♪ We gon' play for keeps... ♪

[text message whooshes]

[Dru] Oh, well, you
got soft-ass knuckles.

[Dru and Cane chuckle]

[Diana] What took
y'all so damn long?

Oh, what you mean?

Between all the chatting
up and beating down,

it's not like we're collecting;
this shit takes time.

Baby bro, you gotta put in
time with all the people, okay?

That's how this works.

Everything the
sun touches is ours.

If you don't get that Lion King
shit the fuck up outta here...

[laughs]

I'm just saying, though.

You gotta make sure
everybody in the kingdom

feels the love.

You're dumb, just so you know.

Fuck!

Looks like your
loving didn't work.

Yo, these GTG
niggas are bugging.

Let me see that shit.

[Dru] Wow.

Wow, they stay
doing that dumb shit.

It's like they want the
cops all up in their business.

And ours too.

[Dru] Run that shit back.
What's Lil' Guap even saying?

Who cares, nigga?

You about to write
this shit down?

- Let's go.
- What-what you gonna do?

I'm about to go tell
these niggas real politely

that they fucking
with our money.

You gotta tell Ma.

[Monet] Tell me what?

[uneasy music plays]

Y'all got ten seconds to tell me

what the fuck is
going on in here.

♪ ♪

[hip-hop music
playing over cell phone]

[Diana] Look, it's
GTG celebrating.

[Monet] Oh, fuck
these little niggas.

Exactly. It's on.

Way to go, Diana.

[cell phone buzzes]

I'm not gonna allow
you to let me go out there

with my ass hanging
out again, Tasha!

You need to stop
lying to us right now.

I'm not lying!

And Saxe knows damn
well I didn't kill Terry Silver.

Terry loved me.

He wanted me to turn on Ghost.

He was trying to save
me, and Ghost killed him.

Then how did you know
where to find Silver's body?

I know the man I
married. I guessed.

Even if that was the
truth, Saxe made it look

like you were involved.

If the judge bought
it, so will the jury.

But that's not what happened.

It's not the truth that matters!

It's what we can sell to a jury.

Okay, fine. Then
put me on the stand.

No. [Chuckles] Absolutely not.

With your lying ass?

No, if you let me
get on the stand

and-and tell my
side of the story,

the jury will believe me.

You get other women,
other mothers on the stand,

they'll understand.

I'm stronger than any bullshit
Saxe will try to come up with.

Okay. [clears throat]

What? No!

We'll play it your way.
We'll put you on the stand.

Thank you.

[door bangs open]

- [door clangs shut]
- Have you lost your mind?

She hasn't been straight
with us from the beginning.

If she testifies,
we have no idea

what could happen
to her on cross.

- She cannot take the stand.
- I know that.

But our client doesn't.

Correct me if I'm
wrong, Mr. St. Patrick,

but they have clocks in
the freshmen dorms, right?

[Tariq] Yes, sir, they do.

[Oliver] And you've
heard the phrase

"punctuality is a virtue"?

"Of the bored."

I'm sorry?

"Punctuality is a
virtue of the bored," sir.

Evelyn Waugh.

Well, then I trust you're late
because you actually bothered

to finish the book this time.

Yes, The Apology.
I finished it, sir.

Good. Well, then we
can begin with you.

What do we learn about
virtue from Socrates' actions

in front of the Athenian court?

Nothing.

I feel like Socrates
was very stupid

to not defend himself, actually.

Uh, I see.

Your remedial analysis
shouldn't surprise me.

It's why I told
Professor Milgram.

Canonical Studies was
too advanced for you.

This proves my point.
Okay, let's move on.

[Tariq] I read the book.

And I understand it.

I just didn't find any
virtue in Socrates' actions.

He chose to make a mockery
of the-of the courtroom,

of his peers, to
condescend to the jury

and forget of those
accusations levied against him.

That's why he died.
You find that virtuous?

Socrates was making a
point about the invalidity

of the accusations
against him, okay?

I-is there no room...

Socrates was a victim
of his own hubris.

Some men believe that their
status grants them immunity

from the rest of us, like
they're above the law.

Men like that meet their end.

[Oliver] So thousands of years

of scholarship on
Socrates is all incorrect

in your opinion?

Including my own.

Look, virtue is in the
eye of the beholder.

Okay, someone that thinks
they're so much smarter

than another is blind.

I mean, even a
scholar could be wrong.

Well, it's original.

I'm sure it'll make for a
very interesting paper.

Okay, let's go to
page 25, please.

Yo, is this nigga
trying to fail?

I don't know what he's doing.

Why the fuck he
try to embarrass me

with that stupid-ass "do
they have clocks" bullshit?

That nigga just gonna fail me.

Look, this is college, Tariq.

If you want to pass,
sit down, shut up,

and say what he wants to hear.

You want me to act like
I agree even if I don't?

No, you don't have to agree,

but coming for him isn't
gonna do you any favors.

You need to play the game,
especially with Simmons.

But he was wrong.

You want me to just let him win?

Is winning that
important to you?

You know, you're
a lot like my brother,

always needing to win.

But when the pressure got
too much, he ended up in rehab.

Damn. I'm sorry to hear that.

[Lauren] It's okay.

But you need to let the people

who want to help you help you.

Like me.

Yeah, maybe I will,
but right now, I gotta go.

[dramatic music plays]

[mellow hip-hop music plays]

♪ ♪

[cell phone keyboard tapping]

[text message whooshes]

[indistinct chatter]

[Tasha] Looks like
you dropped something.

How'd you get it?

A friend.

Are you a friend of mine, Laila?

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[cell phone camera clicking]

Why you want a friend at MCC?

Don't nobody stay
here past their trial.

It seems dumb to make
a friend at a bus stop.

But it's clear you've
been here before,

and you know Marshal
Meredith, and I hope you know

whoever made you want
that morning-after pill.

COs ain't friends.

And he ain't a bad
way to pass the time.

[Tasha] See, that's what I mean.

You know how to move in here.

By the looks of it, so do you.

What's your name again?

Tasha. Tasha Green.

Hey, Marshal?

You got anything else
for me to do today?

I got another job to get to.

[Meredith] Nah, thanks,
Bishop. You can go.

Green? I thought
I heard St. Patrick.

Yeah, well, that name
follows me around

whether I like it or not.

[mellow hip-hip music plays]

♪ ♪

[gate buzzes, clatters]

[Ricky] We cut him off.

[in Spanglish] But he keeps saying
he's gonna tell the superintendent

if we don't sell to him.

[in English] Yo, boss, you busy?

[Lorenzo] Nope.

'Cause they were losing anyway.

Peace.

- Ricky.
- [in Spanish] What's up?

One or two days
in the infirmary.

To give him some
time to cool down.

Okay, boss.

[in English] Want a beer?

[Bishop] Got another job today.

[Lorenzo] Good for you.

Did you do what I asked?

Yeah, yeah, I put the
phone and the pill in her cell.

But she didn't take the pill.

I mean, I couldn't really see,
but I think she gave it away.

- She gave away the pill?
- Yeah. Look.

[Lorenzo] So she's
not fucking a CO.

Would you look at that?

[cell phone buzzing]

I gotta take this.

[Bishop] A'ight.

[phone continues buzzing]

Hey, baby, is this an emergency?

We didn't schedule a call.

[Monet] We got a problem.

Lil' Guap and his boys
keep posting on the Internet.

They're gonna
get us all roped up.

[in Spanish] That
guy is an idiot.

- [in English] He's harmless.
- Yeah, until one of our names

is in their mouths when
they looking at time.

We gotta cut these
niggas off now.

[Lorenzo] Mo, Mo, listen.

You know I can't do that.

Lil' Guap's father
took a bullet for me.

Send Dru to talk to him.

Dru ain't gonna
convince Guap of nothing.

- But Cane can handle it.
- [Lorenzo] I didn't say Cane.

I said Dru.

Call me when it's done.

[cell phone clacks]

Hey, yo.

So?

What did Pops say?

Dru's gonna handle it.

- [both] Dru?
- They not gonna listen to me.

But you bet your ass Lil'
Guap and his homeboys

will listen to me.

I said Dru's gonna handle it.

Diana and I have
Zeke's game tomorrow.

You can go then.

A'ight.

Cane, I want you to
go with your brother

and watch his back.

But I don't want him to see
you or even know you're there.

You understand?

Your father wants him to
learn how to do this himself.

Am I clear?

Yeah, I got you, Ma.

[sighs]

[hip-hop music playing]

I think that paper due
the day after tomorrow.

You think?

Bro, I have a paper
due the same exact day.

Yeah, I forgot. I've been busy.

I don't got time to
write two papers.

I got a game tomorrow. I
can't write the paper then.

All right, man, fine. I got you.

[Zeke] You my
mans. I owe you, 'Riq.

Yeah, matter of fact,
you could get me now.

I gotta talk to
your Auntie Monet.

About?

Permission.

I wanted to ask
her for permission

to date Diana.

I know Diana wouldn't
go against Monet's word...

Monet don't let Diana date.

And after dinner at her
house the other night,

she wants me to keep fam

separate from
my school life, so...

Hmm. School life means me.

[Zeke] Hey, you and
me, we good, but...

Monet's word is law.

I'm on fire!

[Tariq sighs]

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

Where are you taking
me? I want my lawyer.

Oh, you'll see him.

You got a court
appearance today.

Court appearance?

He didn't tell me
anything about that.

If it's last-minute,
that ain't good.

[engine idling]

[Meredith] Bye, buddy.

Paula, what the
hell is going on?

I wasn't prepared
for court today.

I can't show up
looking like this.

You're right about that.

♪ ♪

[Tasha] Who are they?

[Paula] Them?

They're here to make
you look innocent

or what the jury will
think looks innocent.

♪ Lately I question who I am ♪

♪ Somebody help me Understand ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ ♪

What is this hearing about?

[bailiff] All rise.

The court of the Eastern
District of New York.

Criminal Division
is now in session.

The Honorable Judge
Burton presiding.

[clears throat] Everyone seated.

Bailiff, we're
ready for the jury.

- Jury?
- P-please, hold the jury.

Davis, what the
fuck is going on?

Okay, look, this
is a mock trial,

a dress rehearsal.

The judge, bailiff, jury,

all of them have signed a
nondisclosure agreement.

So anything you
say is protected.

Hey, you wanted to
tell your side of the story.

Prove to me right here today

that I should put
you on the stand.

So you got me dressed up
like fucking Black Malibu Barbie

so you could play make believe?

Look, this is set
up like a real trial.

Treat it like one.

You're paying these people
and the jury by the hour.

Should we get started?

[sighs] This is a waste
of my time and my money.

I know that I can
convince a jury

that I'm not a queenpin.

I already told you that.

Well, tell them.

Bailiff, get the jury.

Unbelievable.

[mellow hip-hop music plays]

♪ ♪

Yo.

- Yo.
- A'ight.

Dr. Mehta almost
gave me the whole nine.

Urine sample, blood test.

- Man, I fucking hate needles.
- That's fucked up.

I mean, you still got
the prescription pages,

- though, right?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I took a couple when
she was out of the room,

but I could only grab a few.

A few is all we need.

It's not all the
way lined up yet,

but I'm working on
getting us a new supplier.

Good, 'cause I
gotta go out of state

to get these scrips
filled; I'm not looking

to kick it in Connecticut
in my fucking free time.

Yeah, that shit is not lit.

But you know how to write
the prescriptions, though,

like the coding and
all of that shit, right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, my
sister has had an Addy scrip

since she was, like, fucking 12,

so got that shit memorized.

- You coming with?
- Nah, I gotta stay back.

You know, distract Scott so
we don't have no competition.

You feel me? But
yo, make sure you go

to, like, mom-and-pop
pharmacies.

They don't call
or ask questions.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
I got you. I got you.

No CVSes too.

This ain't my first
fucking rodeo.

- A'ight, bro. Hit me, bro.
- A'ight. Peace.

[Davis] You
admitted in open court

that you asked Tommy Egan
to kill your husband for you.

[Tasha] I did say that.

And it's true.

He was the only
person I could trust

to get me away
from James for good.

I'm not proud of what I did.

But if I had any other choice...

James was my whole life.

How old were you when you met?

I was 19, a baby,
in accounting school,

still hoping I could
have a singing career.

But James wiped all that away.

We got married. We had kids.

And he took me out of Queens

and moved me into the
penthouse in Tribeca.

We had everything I
could have ever wanted.

Sounds like a fairy tale.

When did things change?

[dramatic music plays]

[sighs] Well...

we got pulled over on the BQE.

I was seven months
pregnant with our twins,

Tariq...

and Raina.

James had a gun in the car.

He told me to hide the gun

because he said that I
wouldn't be searched.

I hid the gun in
my maternity dress.

- Next to my babies.
- You didn't have a choice?

[Tasha] No.

I never had a choice with James.

Not after that moment.

- And I also loved him.
- But he cheated on you,

- abused you.
- I still loved him.

And that love is why
you tolerated his...

His criminal activity?

Yes.

So you don't deny that you knew

about his narcotics trafficking?

Oh, no, I... I don't
deny that I knew.

And I know that
there's some evidence

that I opened some
bank accounts for him.

[Davis] Did you launder money
for your husband, Ms. Green?

I had the accounting degree.

He made me do it.

He made me do everything.

I don't know why the US Attorney

is saying I was the boss.

James had all the power.

He called all the shots.

Thank you, Ms. Green.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

Ma, I'm as good as Zeke.

Why can he go off to
college to play ball and I can't?

He's not my son.
You're my daughter.

Say I let you go play
college ball, then what?

You go pro?

It's not the same
for females, D.

They make 75 bands
a year if they're lucky.

How does that
bullshit help the family?

It's not about the
family. It's about my life.

Your life is this family.

What would your
brothers do without you?

They don't need me. Daddy
wants them to take over.

Yeah, Daddy. Daddy
wants a lot of things.

You think Dru can handle
them GTG boys by himself?

No.

Dru needs Cane to be the
hammer so he can be the nice guy.

Exactly.

Daddy doesn't know
them the way you do.

So I sent Cane to
watch Dru's back.

We all play our positions, D.

It's my job to know
what position you play.

What if you're
wrong about people?

I can't afford to be.

And Tariq?

You thought Cane
could scare him.

Ma, you were wrong.

Yeah, that was Zeke's
mistake for bringing him around.

I had Ramirez look into Tariq.

Anybody who's around
that boy for too long

ends up either
dead or locked up.

He's helping Zeke with school,

but I don't need him any
fucking closer than that.

Do you understand me?

Yes.

[indistinct chatter,
water running]

You good, Zeke?

I'm chilling.

[Connor] Well, that's
what you've been doing

with all that free time, huh?

- Chilling?
- Yo, Connor, fall back...

- Was I talking to you, Everett?
- You lost, Connor?

Last time I checked,

your locker was back
with second string.

Oh, Coach Wallace moved me,

since I'm busting my ass
with a pre-MBA course load

and doing your job
as shooting guard.

Don't get too
comfortable up there.

I'll be off probation soon.

You suddenly
pulling As? [chuckles]

What makes you so sure?

Those scouts aren't
out there for you.

They might not
be, but I don't need

that draft number like
Freaky Zekey does.

Scouts, they have
a short memory.

So how many games
do you think you can miss

before they stop
checking for you?

[Wallace] Cross.

I'm not supposed
to give you this

while you're still on probation,

but you were supposed to
be back by our first game.

Any updates on
when you can play?

I'm almost good, Coach.
I'll be back out there ASAP.

- [Wallace] Mm.
- Can I warm up with the team?

Remind the fans I'm still in it?

It's against regulations,

but you can make an appearance
at the post-game tonight.

Dean Brooks has been on my ass

to make a statement
about your absence,

but you can do it instead.

Coach, I want to play.

I don't want to talk to
a bunch of reporters.

You want to go pro, right?

Press is part of
playing the game.

Right, talent
counts on the court,

but giving good press,
that makes you a star.

So what do I say?

[Wallace] Just make nice.

All right, the fans are
gonna be disappointed

they didn't get to see
you play, so apologize.

It's not my fault I can't play.

It is to them.

Why are you
gentlemen sitting around

holding each other's dicks
instead of warming up?

All right, let's get out there!

- Let's go.
- [excited chatter]

[Wallace] See you
on the bench, Cross.

[players yelling]

[cheerleaders] Let's
go, Stallions. Let's go.

- [indistinct chatter]
- [air horn blares]

- [Tariq] Hi, Ms. Tejada.
- [Monet] Hello.

- [Tariq] What's up, Diana?
- [Diana] Hey.

I just wanted to thank you guys
for what you did for my mom.

- I really appreciate it.
- It's nothing.

[air horn blares]

Maybe I could sit and watch
the game with you guys?

Cross, Zeke. We're his family.

- How many of you are there?
- Two.

[Tariq] Is your mom
mad at me or something?

She's in a mood.

Mrs. Tejada, I wasn't expecting
to see you here tonight.

Why wouldn't I be?

- I never miss Zeke's games.
- Uh, well, can we talk?

[Tariq] What's going on?

Look...

some people we
work with are acting up.

My brother Dru is trying
to keep them in line,

but honestly, I think
she's just over it.

I mean, it's not like they
bring that much in for us.

So then what is she still
working with them for?

She doesn't have a choice,
so then she takes it out on me.

And unless I say
something she want to hear,

she ain't listening
to nothing I say.

Well, he has his tutor.

I thought his grades
was coming up.

[Wallace] Just not fast
enough for today's game.

There's a little bit
of red tape right now,

but we'll get him there.

It's just gonna take
a little bit more time.

I mean, you gotta
play your audience.

You gotta tell her
what she wants to hear.

It's not like you could change
the fact that she's in charge.

Look, I should go.

I'm sorry you can't sit with us.

Nah, it's fine.

I got a couple papers I
gotta finish writing anyway,

so I'll hit you
later, all right?

A'ight.

[sighs]

- [cell phone buttons beep]
- [line rings]

Papi, can you do me a favor?

[knock at door]

Oh, you cute, cute.

This about to be fun.

[Scott] Uh... [Epiphany]
You Scott, right?

And you are?

Mm, I'm your
birthday present, baby.

Uh, it's not my...
[clears throat]

It's not my birthday.

Oh, well, I am paid for,

and I've gotta give
somebody a lap dance.

Why not you?

Well, but I gotta go to a party.

Okay, uh, I can
be a little late.

- This is a party.
- [chuckles] Yeah, I guess.

- It's a party, hey!
- All right.

It's a party.

Guess I can be
a little late, um...

Yes, you can be late.

Oh, I have a question.

Yeah, what's your question?

Um, do you do... uh,
what's it... Shibari?

Mm, see, that's in "My
Girl Don't Do This" package.

- Oh.
- But you can get it next time.

- What's your name?
- [cell phone buzzing]

- Oh.
- Oh, shit.

Listen, that's my man.
He probably looking for me.

I gotta make a call, but I'll
be right back with you, boo.

Your-your man.

[tense music plays]

Uh, is he coming around or...

Nigga, what you want?

I already told you
I was with a client.

- I can go if you want to...
- Hell no. He already paid.

I can talk. What's up?

I can give you the space.

♪ ♪

[man] What up, Dru?

♪ ♪

[hip-hop music playing]

♪ ♪

Dru-sito Tejada!

- You out past curfew, bro?
- [chuckles]

I mean, this is more
Cane's scene than yours.

I ain't staying long, Lil' Guap.

I got a message from Monet.

The fuck, you-you
brushing off my...

Yeah, my, uh... What
do you call that, uh...

Hospitality?

Yeah, you let him in so
he can kick it with you.

Yeah, hospitality, yo.

I just let you in my
spot when you can see

I'm having some me time.

That's-that-that's-that's...

- Inconsiderate.
- Inconsiderate, bro.

What the fuck's Monet
gotta say that can't wait?

Well, she-she wanted
to give you your props

for killing it for her
organization, man.

- Yeah?
- Yeah. [Chuckles]

Hey, hey, that's what's up.

Hey, somebody get my
man something to drink, man.

- We about to get faded.
- [chuckles]

Hey, your Pops, Lorenzo,

cool guy, man, cool.

Monet, shit.

I didn't think she liked me.

Now she's sending me attaboys?

That's what's up.

Y'all are some
top-level earners, man.

[Lil' Guap] Yeah, man,
we're Internet famous now.

People love seeing how we live,

and they want to be
cool with us, for real.

About that.

Monet, she's worried
the law might see this.

Maybe y'all could just cool
with that for a little while.

Hey, man, hey,
look, I get it, a'ight?

But she's old-school,
so just chill.

For a little while.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, we chillin'.

- Cool.
- We chillin'.

Hey, and you chillin'
with us too, bro.

What the fuck, man?

[tense music plays]

You know, maybe your
mom's always on my dick

because she ain't
got any in a decade.

You ever think about that?

[Dru] You're way
the fuck outta line.

[Lil' Guap] What the fuck
you gonna do about it?

[Cane] Nothing.

♪ ♪

[Lil' Guap] Cane.

Me-me and Dru, we
was just fucking around.

Hey, we good, right, Dru?

♪ ♪

Dru, come on. Let's go.

- I'ma keep this.
- Yeah, take that shit, bro.

[sighs]

[chuckles]

- [gunshots]
- [Lil' Guap] Oh, fuck, bro!

What the fuck?

I can't fucking
believe you, man!

- What, you watching me?
- Ma told me to.

[Dru] She tell you to shoot
up the fucking place too, man?

I had it under control.

[Cane] No, you didn't.

- Police! Don't move!
- Come on! Shit!

[officer] Copy
that. Shots fired.

Sending backup.

Fuck!

[hip-hop music plays]

♪ ♪

[Cane] This way,
this way, this way.

♪ ♪

Oh, shit. There's
no way out, man.

There's a way.

Cane, we ain't killing
no fucking cop, man.

You ain't. I am.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

Officer, the perps
went this way!

You want them to get away?

- No, sir!
- Then let's go, come on!

[Ramirez] Come on!

[indistinct radio chatter]

♪ ♪

[both breathing heavily]

Get the fuck off me, man.

[Dru] I had it under control.

- [reporters clamoring]
- [man] Hell of a game, Connor.

Well, I, uh, can't
take all the credit,

but I did put up
most of the points.

[man] Zeke, since
he is filling in for you

while you're on probation,

any thoughts on
Connor's performance?

I appreciate him...
keeping my seat warm,

but, uh, he shouldn't
get too comfortable.

I'll be back for the next game.

[reporters clamoring]

Whoo, that's right,
baby! That's right!

He'll be back.

Does that mean you're
coming off probation soon?

Coach Wallace, do
you have specifics?

No further comment at this time.

[reporters clamoring]

[dog barking distantly]

[Ramirez] Mo, if
they got caught,

that charge doesn't
disappear no matter what I do.

I know, and I'm grateful.

You're lucky I got the call.

Why did you get a call?

We had a few
cruisers in the area

because these boys
have been posting videos.

We heard gunshots. Found this.

[Lil' Guap] We
chillin'. We chillin'.

[Ramirez] You see it?

That's the jacket that Dru
was wearing tonight, Mo.

You need to put your
business on pause.

- I can't do that.
- [sighs]

You keep doing
business with these kids,

one of them will get
pulled in and talk.

Listen to me, I
want to protect you,

but you have to
help me here, okay?

- I can't do that.
- Please, lay low.

- Lay low, please.
- Shh. Listen...

At least until they
pull their patrols, okay?

I can't afford to do that.

[Ramirez] Mo.

[gentle music plays]

♪ ♪

Don't you think the gun's
gonna get in the way?

[chuckles]

[cell phone buzzes]

[Brayden] Whatever
you did to keep Scott

out of the party worked.

By the end, I didn't
even have to do anything.

It was crazy.

The pledge master said

that I'm the only
freshman he fucks with.

If we get more, dude, we'll
be making a fucking killing.

You think your new
connect will have other pills?

See how much we got for now.

[sucks teeth] Fuck.

I need a lot more money
than this so I can help my mom.

Say no more,
man. I'm fucking in.

So why are we back here?

I think I proved
my point yesterday.

Direct examination is
only half the fight, Tasha.

Now you have to withstand cross.

I think you might
recognize the prosecutor

I brought in to help us today.

[uneasy music plays]

I fired her.

[Davis] She's here
as a favor to me.

She's the closest thing to
Saxe that you're gonna face.

She knows your whole
case. Get up there.

♪ ♪

[Tameika] Ms. Green,

let's go back in time, shall we?

You opened accounts
for your husband.

Yes.

I did what he told me to do.

[Tameika] Right, as you said.

So how did that work?

He gave you cash and somehow

you turned it into
legitimate money?

The nightclubs,
laundromats, parking lots.

[clears throat] They
were all cash businesses,

so it was easy to run
the money through those

and turn it into taxable,
legitimate funds.

And your family lived
off this drug money.

Used it to pay for your home,
your cars, your kids' tuitions,

your clothes.

Nice hair, by the way.

You testified that you
were afraid of your husband.

Is that true?

Yes.

But when your
husband was on trial

for Greg Knox's murder,
you began an affair

with his defense
attorney, Terry Silver.

I fell in love with Terry,

and James killed him.

Yes, let's get to that.

Silver was working with
the US Attorney's office

to put you, your
husband, and Egan in jail.

- Correct?
- No, not correct.

Terry was not
cooperating against me.

He wanted me to testify
against my husband.

James found out about
our relationship and...

Are you about to tell this
jury that James St. Patrick

killed Terry Silver
over jealousy

over you?

- He was Angela's man by then.
- It's the truth.

No, Tasha, this wasn't personal.

It was business.

You told James that Silver
was working with the Feds.

You arranged to meet
Silver in his parking garage.

You admitted to Blanca Rodriguez

that you had sex with him
to give James time to arrive.

No.

[Tameika] Silver never
made it out of that garage.

And when the Feds
came looking for him,

you knew the exact
location where James

must have dumped the body.

You just left out the part
where you gave the order.

I didn't kill Terry!

[Tameika] Only you knew
how dangerous he was

to your organization.

You had to be the
one to give the order

that it was time for him to go.

James didn't take
orders from me.

By Tommy Egan did.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

It-it wasn't an order.

It was a cry for help.

Mm, what about Angela Valdes?

Did you ask Tommy
to kill her too?

What? No!

[Tameika] James
was your whole life.

He cheated on you.

He wouldn't stop even after
your daughter was killed.

He was still in love
with Angela Valdes.

I think he killed
Angela at your bidding.

Oh, wait-wait. What did you say?

- A cry for help?
- No.

[Tameika] Then Angela was dead.

Your husband's lover
was out of the way.

Then there was the
problem of your lover, Terry,

a potential witness and
a top-notch legal mind.

He had to be eliminated too.

Maybe James did it,

or maybe you asked
Tommy to help you again

and to tell you where he
hid the body just in case.

Either way, it was your call.

No.

[Tameika] And then when
James wouldn't come back to you,

when he began a relationship
with Ramona Garrity,

when he was leaving
you behind for Albany,

he wasn't just abandoning you.

He was leaving behind
your criminal enterprise,

your family.

He had to be stopped.

And so you reached out
to Tommy one last time,

and he answered your call.

He killed his lifelong
partner, his best friend,

because you call
the shots, Tasha.

Because you had all the power.

It's-it's not true.

It's not true!

♪ ♪

All 12 jurors voted
guilty, even the women.

I wasn't the boss, Paula.

I'm innocent of these charges.

But you're not totally
innocent, are you?

Unless you start
telling us the truth,

this is the last outfit
you're ever gonna wear.

Hurry up.

I gotta take you
back to your cell.

[somber music plays]

♪ ♪

[Tameika] Saxe was
at the Eastern District

long before me.

Whatever I know, he
knows and then some.

If I were you, I'd go to him
on my hands and knees

and try to get another plea.

Join the team.

What?

You heard me. Join the team.

Help me defend Tasha.

I can't win this without you.

While I appreciate how
hard that must've been

for you to say, no.

[Davis] You think
she's the queenpin.

She's not.

And you still won't help?

I mean, come on. Join me.

We can win this case
together, a Black dream team.

Huh?

Just think of the press.
Think of the headlines.

You can sell water to
a drowning man, Davis.

I've seen you do it.

But you're not gonna
be able to sell a jury

that Tasha is innocent.

She knows too much,
she did too much,

and Saxe isn't stupid.

[Davis] Right, Saxe.

Why were you representing him?

How do you know about that?

[Davis] He signed a
waiver to let you defend her.

It was filed with the
court. Paula found it.

I can't tell you
anything. It's privileged.

- You know that.
- All I know is our sitting

US Attorney was in
some legal trouble,

enough to go to you for help.

Nice try.

Good-bye, Paula.
Good-bye, Davis.

I look forward to
getting my check.

♪ ♪

Can we drop this case now?

Tasha is going to jail.

The last of her money just
walked out the door, literally.

It's time to cut bait.

You saw Tameika's face.

[scoffs] This case
isn't about Tasha.

It's about Cooper Saxe. Ah.

It's not time for us
to cut bait, Paula.

It's time for us to double
down and go all in.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

You got everything
you need up here, babe?

I'm good.

I'll send you some more cigars.

You'll probably run
out soon anyway, right?

Mo, we gotta talk
about the kids,

the business.

The way you're running
things, it ain't working.

Well, it would work if
you'd let me run it my way.

Dru almost got caught on
camera thanks to Lil' Guap.

If I didn't send Cane, he'd
be dead or in cuffs right now.

Are you sure that's
the way it went down?

Or is that what Cane
said went down?

I can't believe
you disobeyed me.

I'm not one of the
kids. I'm your wife.

I'm the one holding it down
at home while you're in here.

Out of the two of
us, I know those kids.

Except they're not kids.

You need to stop babying Dru.

If he's gonna take over
for me, he needs to learn.

He's not built like
Cane and Diana.

Why does it have to be Dru?

Because he's the only choice.

Cane is unpredictable.

And you're too
attached to Diana.

She's not built like the boys.

She should be going to
school like she always wanted.

Oh, so that's why you
asked me to come up.

To talk about Diana
going to school.

Why you bringing
this shit up now?

Because you can't
run this forever.

And this was never the way

it was supposed to
go down to begin with.

[knock at door]

[man] All right, time's up.

I couldn't take care of you
the way I was supposed to.

This is the only
way I can make sure

you're gonna be all right.

Mo, you gotta trust me.

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

- [Lauren] Long night?
- You could say that.

[Lauren] Hmm.

Oh, what did you do,

stay up all night
sticking it to the man?

No, actually, I got
some good advice.

I wrote 20 pages
on all that shit

that Oliver said in class.

Well, I'm glad you decided
not to shoot yourself in the foot.

Was it hard not to win?

Kind of.

Maybe next time, me and
you could write together

and you could help
make it way easier.

[scoffs softly]

You see? You see?

Gotta give the
people what they want.

Mm-hmm.

[both sigh]

Damn, Tariq, I'm really sorry.

I-I didn't think he
was gonna fail you.

Maybe if you talk to
Professor Simmons...

Mr. St. Patrick, hello.

Are you late for our last class

or very early for our next one?

Why did you fail me?

I didn't fail you.

I-I did think your paper
would be more scintillating

based on your ideas in class,

but no, it-it fulfilled
the requirements.

- It was fine.
- So why didn't I get credit?

[Oliver] I have no idea.

Look, a professor of my stature

is beyond grading papers.

Ask Professor Reynolds.

[sighs]

[Carrie] ...Caridad Milgram.
Please leave a message.

[beeps]

Hey, it's me again.

I've been calling you.

You haven't returned my calls.

Just want to make sure
you're okay, that's all.

I haven't seen you around, so...

[cell phone clicks]

Why'd you give me no
credit? I wrote a good paper.

It was a good paper, Tariq,
but the assignment was

to defend your opinion
on The Apology.

I wrote what I thought
Oliver would want to see.

I mean, if I knew you
were grading the papers,

- I would've...
- [Jabari] You would've what?

Gamed me like you
did Professor Simmons?

I would have wrote
what I said in class.

I know, Tariq. That's my point.

Have a seat.

Listen, these institutions
were not built for us.

Okay, they were
forced to accept us.

Now, if you're willing
to change yourself

in order to fit in here, then
you're missing the point

of the struggle it took for us
to get here in the first place.

People like Professor
Simmons are rarely challenged

by the way you challenged him.

He called me out in
front of the whole class.

Think I'm supposed
to let that rock? No.

You really care what they think?

I care about my grades.

A'ight, I can't afford to fail.

Is there anything I could do

that'll make you
change your mind?

The grade stands.

This is your consequence
for not using your voice.

You have to be authentic, Tariq.

People are gonna make
up their minds about you

whether you allow
them to or not.

But you do not have
to prove them right.

You're dismissed.

[sports announcer
speaking indistinctly on TV]

- What?
- [laughs]

The fuck is going on in here?

We're just watching TV.

I can see what you doing.

Y'all in here acting
like shit is sweet

when you both
almost got arrested

for shooting up the GTG spot.

- [Dru] How you know about that?
- Ma, I did what I was told.

Wait, y'all shot up
GTG and didn't tell Ma?

Lil' Guap was out of control.

Dru, who pulled
first, your brother?

I only did it 'cause
Dru's not built for it.

I don't pull until I have to.

Ma, Lil' Guap was
way too coked up.

I was just waiting
for an opening.

Do we work for Lil' Guap?

Are we on his schedule?

So you waited so
long that this nigga

was almost able to catch
you on camera, Dru?

Did you pull your gun then?

No, he didn't.

So you shoot up the place,
and the cops show up.

The only reason why you two
assholes are not behind bars

is because of Ramirez.

And I'm not gonna keep
taking favors from him

to clean up y'all mess!

Now, get the fuck outta my face.

[TV clicks off]

Now, I'ma ask you one question.

And you better not lie.

Did you call your father

and ask him could
you go to school?

No.

[Monet] Go get
the family burner.

[cell phone buttons beeping]

- I guess you didn't.
- [Diana] I told you.

So what did Daddy say?

You think you smarter than me?

When you was coming,
I was already going.

He may be your father,
but you live here with me.

[tense music plays]

[Monet] This is my house.

♪ ♪

[gunfire on TV]

Man, this what the fuck
you been busy doing?

What? The fuck is your problem?

Man, I just failed a paper
trying to help your ass

'cause you said you
had so much shit to do,

but you don't look
too busy to me.

If you failed, that
shit ain't on me.

You know the arrangement.

Nigga, what?

If I fail, then there
ain't no arrangement.

And you'll be on
probation forever.

Do you even want
to stay in Stansfield?

I need to.

If I don't play, I
don't get drafted.

So then you're gonna have to
do some of your own work, bro.

- We're on the same team.
- Okay, sorry. Damn.

[Tariq] Apology
ain't gonna cut it, bro.

I need a favor, and
you can't say no.

What's the favor?

[gunfire on TV]

You still do a weekly
dinner with your Aunt Monet?

[sighs heavily]

[Melissa] Your writing
is so passionate.

Real. Deep.

I read your first book
when it came out.

You read Raw when
it first came out?

That's heavy material for a...

Teenager? [chuckles]

Well, it's a good thing
I'm not one anymore.

[chuckles]

Well, I wrote that
book a long time ago,

so I'm not sure I'm
that guy anymore.

Once a romantic,
always a romantic, no?

I mean, she's lucky.

I'd want someone
to write about me

the way you wrote about
the woman in the book.

It's fiction.

But I read your interviews.

You said you were
inspired by a woman.

[R&B music playing softly]

Okay, listen, um,

even if I was, she is not
the woman in the book, so...

Well, maybe I can
be that person for you.

Okay, look, it's getting late.

I think we should
call it a night.

So soon?

I mean, what's the rush?

We're the only ones here.

[muffled R&B music playing]

♪ ♪

Okay, stop.

Yeah, I-I can't.

- You're my student and...
- [Melissa] Graduate student.

♪ ♪

[door slams]

♪ ♪

[items clatter]

[Jabari moans]

[muffled thump]

♪ ♪

[both moan]

[muffled thud]

[both breathing heavily]

[muffled thumping]

[Melissa] Jabari.

[muffled moaning]

[moaning intensifies]

[tense music plays]

Ma, what are you doing?

- [Monet] Where is it?
- [Diana] Where's what?

Don't play with me, Diana.
Where's that fucking phone?

Calling your father
behind my back,

having your own burner.

I told you, girl, my
house, my rules.

Now I'm putting things
back the way they should be.

Ma!

- Ma, stop!
- [cell phone clatters]

[Diana] How did you know?

[Monet] I figured it out.

[indistinct dialogue over TV]

[laughter]

[knock at door]

[TV continues indistinctly]

[TV shuts off]

Zeke, I thought
you said Tariq left.

[Zeke] I did.

I'm sorry I lied, Auntie Monet,

but you saw what happened
at that press conference.

I need Tariq.

He wants to talk to you. Can
you give him five minutes?

For me.

Go outside and wait in the car.

[Zeke] Thank you, Auntie.

You got five minutes.

If I'm gonna be
keeping in him school,

then we're gonna have to
come to an understanding.

What's this?

[dramatic music plays]

I don't need this.

I got enough.

I made this in just a few hours

without even leaving campus.

How much time does it take

for you to make
some money like that?

Boy, I'd be very careful

about who you accuse
of being a criminal.

The students here, all
they do is party and study.

We could make a killing here.

All I need is a supplier.

You need a supplier?

I don't even know
you. I can't trust you.

I mean, you trust me
with Zeke's grades.

That's different. My
business is in Queens.

Can't touch him out here.

So Zeke is your priority.

Yup.

So then what happens
if I fail outta here

trying to figure out a way
to take care of my family?

Who's gonna have his back then?

Who's gonna keep
him on the court?

Look, if you work with me,

no one will even know your name.

You know the
risk of the streets,

and you can still
choose to run in them,

but you're always gonna
have to pay a price.

If I agree to work with you,

you cannot live with Zeke.

I mean, I don't want
him around this shit at all.

- Do you understand me?
- Hundred percent.

I have another
place I could stay.

Does that mean we have a deal?

[cell phone buzzing]

[Monet] That's your mother.

I know how I feel if I
my kids miss my call.

You should get that.

[buzzing continues]

[Monet] We'll talk again soon.

- Go ahead.
- [buzzing continues]

[door clicks shut]

Hello, Ma. You okay?

I'm in trouble in court, Tariq.

Please, just give Davis
whatever he wants.

[sighs]

[Tariq] Don't worry,
Ma. I got a plan.

Welcome to the Pussy
Palace! [chuckles]

That's you.

Uh, oh, and check this shit out.

My dad had this same
room when he was here.

A place to hide our stash.

Oh, shit. Now we lit, yo.

This shit is about
to come in clutch.

[uneasy music plays]

[buzzer blares]

How can we trust this kid Tariq?

[Monet] We can't.

But I know how
to keep him in line.

♪ ♪

What's his weakness?

- He is a weakness.
- [cell phone buzzing]

[Monet] You need to make a call.

♪ ♪

Tariq, everything okay?

Your son is fine.

He's gonna start working for us.

Who is this? What do you want?

[Lorenzo] Make sure
he does what we say.

If you don't, Tariq dies.

[cell phone clicks]

♪ ♪

[slams fist]

♪ ♪