All language subtitles for POWER Book II (Ghost) - S01 E05 - El regalo Magico(1080p - AMZN Web-DL)

[Saxe] Previously on Ghost...

I made this is in
just a few hours

without even leaving campus.

We could make a killing
here. All I need is a supplier.

[Lorenzo] Make sure
he does what we say.

If you don't, Tariq dies.

I know you're selling
out there to pay for Davis.

Ma, I'm doing what I need
to do to get you out, all right?

It doesn't matter
what I'm doing.

You need to go get a gun.

Ghost and Tommy used to have
these dead drops all over the city.

There should still be a
gun in one of those spots.

[Monet] We have a
new business partner,

Tariq St. Patrick.

[both] What?

Monet sent you over here
to spy on me, didn't she?

You just show me how you do your
business, we can make this quick.

- You've got a partner?
- I don't.

[Dru] I guess that's you.

[shower running]

[Monet] Dru, I want you
to be careful with yourself.

Nobody's gonna have
your back like your family.

Jesus Christ, Riley,
what have you done now?

If you weren't a U.S. Attorney,

your mouthy niece would
be in Rikers Island right now.

- I'll do whatever you want.
- There is something you can do for me.

- Eyes on the target.
- Do not talk to him.

You have a really dark energy.

- Has anyone ever told you that?
- Nope.

Is the guy in the Strahan
jersey always such a dick?

He's shy, but don't
worry about him.

Just worry about me.

[chuckles]

Jabari, when's your
second book come out?

It came out already.

Came and went. [chuckles]

I'm currently hard at
work on my next novel.

[Tariq] What am
I paying you for?

The spotlight's been on Tasha.
We're moving it over to Saxe.

We expose his malfeasance.

He gets thrown off the case.
The whole thing goes away.

You tell me a secret, then
maybe I'll tell you a secret.

I could tell you...
or I could show you.

[light dramatic music]

[phone buzzes]

Who's Diana?

♪ ♪

[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 ♪

♪ ♪

[all] ♪ Happy birthday To you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday, dear Tariq ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

- [Tasha] Right.
- [laughter]

- [Tasha] Okay, blow.
- [Estelle] Yeah.

[Tasha] All
right, get it, get it!

- [all cheer]
- There you go.

[Estelle] Yes, yes!

My baby is 18.

- You grown now.
- Yep.

Yes, oh, I'm so proud of you.

[chuckles] Thank you, Grandma.

- [light laughter]
- [knock at door]

[Estelle] Okay, who's
ready for some cake?

- [Yasmine] Me.
- [Tariq] You know she is.

[Estelle] All right.

[suspenseful music]

Hey. Sorry I'm late.

Baby girl.

♪ ♪

Did I miss the cake?

- [indistinct chatter]
- [Estelle] There you go.

There you go. You're welcome.

W-What are you doing here?

What do you mean?
It's our birthday.

Why wouldn't I be here?

I am so sorry.

Baby girl, I wasn't there.

I wasn't there to protect you.

I love you so much.

Ma, you're acting weird.

I love you, too. Um...

Did Tariq beat me home?

[sobs]

[Tasha] Oh, my God.

♪ ♪

[high-pitched squeaking]

♪ ♪

[wheel squeaking]

[buzzer blares]

[door clangs open]

[door closes]

[gentle music]

♪ ♪

[line trilling]

Hey, Ma.

Happy birthday, 'Riq.

Thank you. How
you doing in there?

I'm good.

How about you?

What are you doing today?

You know I wanna see
you on your birthday.

[hip-hop music playing]

Yeah, I'm gonna come visit you,

but I gotta study for
this test I have to take.

So I gotta go right
now. I'll talk to you later.

O-okay. I love you.

Good luck on your test.

See you soon.

All right, love you.

[hip-hop music playing]

You gotta stop showing up here.

I know Davis sent you a subpoena
to testify at my recusal hearing.

You can't say anything
about me being at Truth

the night of St.
Patrick's murder.

I'll be under oath. If they ask,
I have to say you were there.

I have to say that someone is
blackmailing you with that information.

At least you were smart
enough not to tell me who it is.

Tameika, please, don't do this.

You'll ruin my life.

It's not your life I'm
concerned about.

Just drop the charges.

You know Tasha
isn't the queenpin.

You know you are wrong.
This can all go away.

It's out of my hands.
I don't have a choice.

You are the U.S. Attorney.

Why the fuck is it
out of your hands?

I can't tell you.

Right.

I'm not your lawyer anymore.

You put me in this position.

I told you this would happen.

Cooper, if I get on that
stand, you are fucked.

You have to stop this train
before it runs you off the tracks.

[Tameika] Now get out.

Fuck.

[Monet] Believe it or not,

there's a method to becoming
a savage in the game.

It's a skill.

To control a nigga,

you gotta always be
able to think ahead of him.

Whatever you say to him should
always lead him back to you.

Ma, I don't even
know what that means.

It means a man doesn't
fall in love with you.

He falls in love with the image of
himself that he sees in your eyes.

You make him think he's lit,
he'll always come back to it.

That's better than
any drug we can sell.

It's about being a
woman in a man's world.

Men have certain advantages.

I'm teaching you how
to even the playing field.

You see how I got
Detective Ramirez on lock.

Ma, that's easy. You sleeping
with the caught-up nigga.

Listen, any thot can
give a man some pussy.

But if sex is the best thing
you think you have to offer,

then you underestimate yourself

and how much a man needs
a woman he can depend on.

That's the secret to control.

[engine revs]

[Diana] Doesn't look
like he's under control.

It's all a part of the plan.

Get him hooked on
it, then take it away.

Watch this.

Mo, stop playing. Open up.

That's the problem,
you think I'm playing.

You don't respect my boundaries.

So, from now on, I'll call
you when I wanna see you.

What's the matter with you?

Let me come in, and
we can talk about this.

No, I have a business to run.

You think my world stops
because you show up?

- I never said that.
- Your actions say enough.

You show up here all unannounced
with nothing but hard dick and bubble gum

and nothing to offer?

Why does everything have
to be transactional with you?

I just wanna see you.

Look, you're seeing
me through the door.

I said what I said.

Fuck outta here!

[uneasy music]

♪ ♪

What do Monet need
to talk to me about?

What's the reason
for this meeting?

She ain't say, all right?

All she said was to pick
you up and drop you off.

♪ Gotta bust until it click ♪

♪ Had to work to try the jug ♪

[Tariq] What's he
doing over here?

He looking for you, or
he just part of the fam?

Neither, he just
a dirty-ass cop.

How come Monet
trust a crooked cop?

Man, you know them niggas
is worse than regular cops.

Facts.

These niggas only come
around and take shit.

Your money, your
freedom, or your life.

What's that cop
taking from Monet?

He feeds us information and
keeps us from getting jammed up.

Hmm, I know it's expensive
keeping a nigga like that on payroll.

How much he be taxing y'all?

[door opens]

What's up, Diana?

Tariq, I didn't know
you were coming by.

- Hey, what's up with your mans?
- Who you talking about, Cane?

I'm talking about that bum-ass
cop you had parked out front.

- What?
- [Diana] Chill out, bro.

[Cane] Nah, fuck that.
This my house too.

I wanna know why
this nigga Ramirez

feels comfortable enough
to show up during the day,

where anybody could see him
and he fuck up our business.

Cane, you know we do not discuss
family business in front of company.

Ma, you're always
talking family first bullshit.

But it's starting to feel like
you're choosing outsiders

over your own fucking family.

Boy, you better fall back before
you say some shit you regret.

Hey. Come on.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Cane loses his place sometimes.

He's not a bad kid.
He's just confused.

So is Dru.

I send him to your school,
and he comes back with this?

You have any idea
who this could be?

Hey, Dru did this?

You know he drew it.

Who is it, Tariq?

I-I don't recognize him,
but maybe Zeke does.

I'm too busy writing
Zeke's papers

and writing my papers and on
top of that moving your product,

so, honestly, I don't have much
time to hang out with anyone.

All right, I'll ask Zeke.

[phone buzzes]

I gotta get back to the
city, so if this is all, then...

[door opens]

Man, what the fuck do you want?

[sighs]

Tameika's been subpoenaed
to testify at my recusal hearing

by your lawyer.

Now, that sounds
like a you problem.

[Saxe scoffs]

Davis wants Tameika to tell the
judge how fucking dirty you are.

Why do you think your
mother fired Tameika, huh?

It doesn't matter.

All right, Tameika can't tell the
court anything that my mom told her.

Tameika told me that herself.

You can take this bullshit subpoena
and get the fuck outta my face.

Tariq, I told Tameika

I went to Truth the night
of your father's murder.

What?

Well, that's your
own dumb-ass fault.

I didn't say anything to anyone.

Well, that's the problem. I
told Tameika someone saw me.

If she figures out it was you,

Judge Larkin is gonna ask why
you never mentioned it before.

She's gonna want you to testify.
I'm gonna have to cross-examine you.

Our whole little
arrangement will come out.

[engine starts]

[Tariq sighs]

[phone chimes]

[phone buzzes]

Ma, did you know Davis
subpoenaed Tameika?

Yeah, I know.

Her testimony's gonna help
get Saxe thrown off the case.

What if she figures out what
really happened that night?

I think it's too risky, Ma.

Our conversations
were privileged.

So even if she wanted to, technically
there's nothing she could say.

Well, she could say something
that places me at the scene.

- I saw Saxe at Truth that night.
- What?

Look, I've been blackmailing
him this whole time to help you.

But I was the only one
that knew he was there,

but when Tameika stopped being his
lawyer, he told her that someone saw him.

You think they could
prove that it was me?

Tariq, why am I just
finding this out now?

Why didn't you tell
me this from the jump?

This is just like your father.

You promised me you would
never lie to me, and now look.

- Here we are.
- Ma, I'm nothing like Ghost.

All right, I wasn't lying.

I just didn't tell you
in order to protect you.

What? Now you
even sound like him.

A lie of omission is
still a motherfucking lie.

Tameika already thinks
you are the shooter.

That's what you
don't know, little boy.

She figured it out. That's
why I had to fire her.

So that's a lie of
omission, too, then.

Ma, why didn't you tell me this?

Because it didn't
matter until now.

Everything Saxe told her she could
say because it wasn't privileged.

If someone figures
out when you saw him

or why you saw him, it
messes up our whole timeline.

You'll be exposed.

We gotta keep
Tameika off the stand.

She knows too much.

Need me to take care of her?

What?

No. No way.

You made a decision, and
now I'm making a decision.

I'll just tell Davis to
pull the subpoena.

You call no more shots
from here on out, okay?

I got us now.

[sighs]

I don't know why you
don't want a bubble tea.

It's really good. I
mean, are you off sugar?

That'd be great for your
skin if you can pull it off.

What?

Look, I-I don't
want a bubble tea.

I want information
about Tariq St. Patrick.

- Why?
- Because I'm prosecuting his mother.

She claims to be broke,
but somehow can afford

the best defense
attorney in New York.

Now, if I can prove Tariq is funding
her legal team with dirty money,

I can shut down
the whole defense.

Have you seen him, I don't know,
with any large lump sums of cash?

Just anything suspicious.

I did overhear him on the
phone with his grandmother.

She was asking him for money.

- That's interesting.
- I know, right?

Usually it's the other way
around with college kids.

Speaking of which, I
wanna get my nose pierced,

and I was wondering if–.

But how did you get close enough

to hear Tariq on the phone
without him noticing you?

I've been spending the
night in his room a lot lately.

What the fuck?

You-you–[sighs] You're
sleeping with him?

Riley, I didn't tell
you to, ugh, do that.

In fact, I told you
not to talk to him.

First of all, Uncle
Nancy, I'm a woman now.

I can sleep with whoever,
whenever I want to.

- It's just sex.
- Oh, God.

But it's not Tariq
that I'm dating.

Apparently I'm not his type.

His roommate's
my boyfriend, I think.

I mean, we haven't talked labels
yet, but I think it's going that way.

[laughs] I mean, I'm more
polyamorous, if I think about it,

but I could give monogamy a
try, like the olds, and see if I like it.

Can we just please just
stop talking about sex and–.

Who–who is this guy?

Brayden Weston.

He's square, but
he's rich, white,

privileged.

You'd like him.
He's just like you.

Eh, except his roommate, Tariq,
is from a notorious crime family.

If Tariq is as badass as you say he is,
then I have the best seat in the house.

Fine.

Since you're already
spending time in the room,

I need you to start keeping tabs

on who comes to visit
Tariq and report back to me.

But this is important.

Don't talk to him.

Don't ask him questions.

Just observe and report.

Observe and report. You got it.

[sighs]

Now, some people also say

that O. Henry
was satirizing love

by writing these
characters as fools.

So what do you all think?

[door closes]

[Jabari] To be early
is to be on time.

To be on time is to be late.

To be late is to be
forgotten, Mr. St. Patrick.

Yes, I know. Um, I apologize.

I had some family issues I
had to take care of earlier.

Well, the 15-page paper was
due at the beginning of class.

It's 25 pages now.

[students murmuring]

Both Jim and Della
buy each other a gift

that ultimately seems
financially foolish,

because being poor,

they cannot afford to waste
money on things they cannot use.

I need you to
retract the subpoena.

Wait, what?

Okay, Tameika's testimony will
reveal that Saxe was working with you

to convict your husband,

which totally contradicts his whole
theory about you being the queenpin.

Tameika knows every dirty
thing Saxe has ever done.

She knows where all
the bodies are buried.

Tasha, we need Tameika.

Hell, you need Tameika.

She puts the nail
in Saxe's coffin.

He recuses himself, I refile
to get the charges dismissed,

and you–you could
go home the same day.

I am asking you, Davis,
do not put her on the stand.

And I'm telling
you, she's testifying.

What?

Hello, I'm the client.

And I'm the lawyer. You
wanna go home or not?

[indistinct chatter]

Tariq, listen...

why is it that we
are the culture

where it's corny to be
smart or responsible?

Now, we as Black people must
fight daily to change that narrative.

You're right.

Look, I know you have a
lot going on with your mom

and your dad,

but your behavior reflects poorly
upon us as Black men on this campus,

and specifically me
as your professor.

Now, I am responsible
for you, Tariq.

Listen, you keep my parents
out of your mouth, all right?

Man, you need to do your job
instead of trying to be my dad.

I had a father, all
right? I don't need you.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Monet was pressing me
about some drawing earlier,

but I held it down.

I think she's trying to figure
out if you was, you know–.

Yeah, nigga.

It's not no secret. [Chuckles]

My whole family knows.

Monet's testing you.

Testing me for what?

She's trying to see who
you're loyal to, me or her.

- Yeah, I should've seen that coming.
- Yeah.

She looking at you
like you one of us now.

And that can be
a gift or a curse.

[uneasy music]

♪ ♪

Look out for yourself, Tariq.

♪ ♪

Tariq didn't want to be straightforward
with me about Dru and that drawing.

But he's willing to send
me to question Zeke.

He got some loyalty for Dru.

Right.

And Cane and Tariq will
never be able to get along.

So, under these circumstances,

your brothers will never be able to
learn how he's moving our product

or if it's even possible to cut him
out of the equation if we need to.

I'm leaning on you now, D.

You understand
what I said before.

Get Tariq alone, get any
other chicks out of view,

and get me some information.

[Monet] And don't get caught up.

I won't.

Let me get the whole
row of Hennessy Black.

V.S.O.P., and regular Henny.

And let me get a few
bottles of Hpnotiq too.

Who the hell drinks Hpnotiq?

You mix the brown with the blue,
and you get the Incredible Fucking Hulk.

That shit'll put you
on your ass, baby.

I'm throwing Tariq
the party of the year

where "Henny-thing"
is possible. [Laughs]

So how are you gonna
keep the surprise from Tariq?

Okay, Tariq will never find out.

He's hardly ever
at school anyways.

- Yeah.
- [Riley] Really?

So his parents are spending
all this money on tuition,

and he's just blowing
his opportunity?

No, I didn't mean it like that.

Like, he goes to class, and
he handles his schoolwork,

but he just–he just goes
missing sometimes is all.

And that's not weird to you?

I mean, your best friend just
vanishes into thin air like an X-Man.

Tariq just has a lot more on his plate
than the average college student, okay?

He's probably just going
to therapy or some shit.

[chuckles] So you really don't
have any idea where he's going.

Whatever he does with
his time is his business,

and I respect his boundaries.

Well, you should respect his
boundaries and cancel the party.

I mean, he doesn't
want to celebrate it.

Riley, you're really
being a buzzkill right now.

Oh, what up, man?

Yo, Zeke! You know
about this spot too?

- These niggas don't even card me.
- Yeah, it's cause you look old as fuck.

This my boo, Riley.

- [Riley] Hey.
- Pleasure to meet you, love.

Okay, so I'm throwing
a party for Tariq tonight,

if you wanna roll through, you know,
bring some guys from the ball team

and some thotties you know.

Oh, I go to parties for
new thots, not my old ones.

Why bring sand to the beach?

If you wanna roll through,
you know, it'd help me out a lot.

I need a little help. I need to
make this as fun as possible.

- [Zeke] I got you, man.
- [Brayden] Yeah?

- Just need some girls there.
- I got you, man.

- You sure, yeah? [Chuckles]
- Don't worry about it.

[Brandon] Hmm.

Look, brother...

you know I ain't got
nothing but love for you.

We started from
the bottom together.

And once these white boys
messed up and let us in the door,

we made a shit ton
of money together.

But my clients are
more... mainstream now.

That's great, okay?

You're gonna have more access
to mainstream media platforms

and other connections.

Now, I was thinking–.

L-listen, listen.

You're right about
the connections.

But they're letting me
rep white writers now.

So, if I bring your
content to the higher-ups,

it's gotta be twice as good.

All right, we don't
get to fuck up like this.

Understand?

I assume you
didn't even read it.

Let me guess, you had your assistant
skim over it for you, is that right?

Perhaps if it was
like your first one,

which felt more real,
rather than the second one.

- It was misunderstand.
- Shit, it was a flop.

Well, the royalties from my first book
should be more than enough money

to buy you some more
fancy fucking suits.

I simply came here to warn you
that if your next book doesn't sell,

I'm gonna have to
let you go, brother.

[scoffs] So it's
like that, brother?

[door opens]

[door closes]

Excuse me.

What are you doing here, Tariq?

Your T.A. Melissa said
I could find you here.

Do you have a second to speak?

[sighs] Yeah.

Look, I'm sorry for my
disrespectful remarks

and behavior earlier.

I know the best apology
is changed behavior,

so I won't be showing
up late to class anymore.

I also got those 25
pages done for you.

Accountability
breeds responsibility.

I respect that.

Thank you.

[phone buzzes]

Ma, how'd it go with Davis?

Not that great, Tariq.

He says that we need
Tameika to testify,

that once she tells the
court how dirty Saxe is,

I could come home.

So we let her testify,

and then I just take whatever–
whatever happens to me, right?

No, no, Tariq, if–.

Ma, you don't understand.

If Tameika could help you come
home and I have to stand up,

I'm gonna stand up.

I'm ready, Ma.

Tariq, I want you to
go talk to Tameika.

Convince her not
to take the stand.

What if she won't listen to me?

[gate buzzes]

Make her listen.

[tense music]

[knock at door]

Tariq, what are you doing here?

Can I talk to you? It's
about my mom's case.

Come in.

Can I get you
something to drink?

This is a long subway
ride from Stansfield.

Yeah, um, water would be fine.

[gentle uneasy music]

♪ ♪

I'm fine, thank you.

Miss Washington, I'm-I'm gonna
need you to not testify tomorrow.

Tariq, I don't know if Davis
explained this part of the case to you,

but my testimony will
help your mother's case.

It might even help her go home.

Yeah, she told me that, but I'm
afraid something else might happen too.

[Tariq] We both are.

What are you
afraid could happen?

I have to tell you
something, Miss Washington,

something I never
wanted to tell anyone.

The night my father was
killed, I saw Mr. Saxe at Truth.

- And you told him you saw him?
- I did.

I thought I could make
him help my mother.

I think we both know he tried.

But if you take the stand tomorrow
and–and tell everyone that he was there,

it could come out
that I saw him there.

And then I'll have to say the
rest of the things I saw that night.

I'll have to say Tommy
Egan killed my father.

Your mother already
said that in court.

Yes, but she's in a woman's
jail. He can't get to her.

I'm out here by
myself. I'm alone.

That makes sense, Tariq.

But can you answer
something for me?

Where exactly did you
see Cooper and when?

Why does that matter? I
don't think he killed my father.

I don't think he did either.

♪ ♪

[knock at door]

[Davis] Tameika, I
need to talk to you.

I'm gonna get rid
of him. Wait here.

[Davis] Come on, I know you're
in there. Your car's out here.

- [knocking]
- I know you're in there!

Why does everyone
know my home address?

Look, I need to talk to you

about my client and
your testimony tomorrow.

This isn't a good time.

Okay, you're my witness, right?

And you testify in
the morning, correct?

We don't have another
time. Tameika, let me in.

This isn't a good time.

[Davis] Who's in there with you?

No one.

You don't lie that
often, do you?

You need practice.
Is Saxe in here?

-Davis. Davis–
-No, is Saxe in here?

I know y'all are up
to something, huh?

What, is he trying to get you
to change your testimony?

Saxe. Saxe!

[sighs]

Okay, no one's here.

As I said.

Look, I'm-I'm sorry,
but something fucked up

is going on with my
case, Tameika, all right?

Why doesn't Tasha
want you to testify?

[sighs]

Sit down, Davis.
We need to talk.

Shit.

[breathing heavily]

[tense music]

[phone buzzes]

[phone chimes]

♪ She like the
way that I dance ♪

♪ She like the way that I move ♪

♪ She like the way that I rock ♪

♪ She like the way that I woo ♪

♪ She let it clap for a nigga ♪

[all] Surprise!

Hey, 'Riq!

Up to it, down to it...

[both] Fuck those
who don't do it.

Drink, motherfucker, drink.

- Cheers.
- What the fuck?

Bro, you serious?

- That was my bad. That was my bad.
- Trace, sit the fuck down.

- Sorry.
- Trace, sit down.

Forgive my drunk-ass brother.

There's a bathroom upstairs if
you wanna go wash yourself off.

Bro, teach him how to
hold his liquor, all right?

Next time that happens, he's
getting these hands, and I'm serious.

He was about to kick
your brother's ass.

Trace just doesn't
know his limit.

If he asks you for any more
liquor or pills, just ignore him.

He's done for the night.

Tariq was overreacting.

Why does he have to be so rude?

Aren't his parents rich?

Like, he doesn't have
to pretend to be a thug.

Hey, what do his parents
even do for a living?

That's enough. Why are
you so obsessed with him?

I'm done answering
questions about Tariq.

I'm gonna go check on him.

Can you just fill
this up, please?

Thank you.

♪ For all the times
we had to face time ♪

♪ Free D-Nice, he
doin' state time ♪

♪ If you need the glizzy,
You could take mine ♪

♪ Please don't come
out your mouth ♪

♪ You know I'm like that
I'll make a movie like TNT ♪

♪ Glock-30 on me,
Ask who really want it ♪

♪ I bet I air it like BNB ♪

♪ Nappy Blue
wildin' in my section ♪

♪ And I keep that
.38 for the weapon ♪

♪ Remember when I came
home From corrections ♪

♪ All the bad bitches
in my direction ♪

♪ She like the
way that I dance ♪

♪ She like the way that I move ♪

♪ ♪

[phone buzzing]

- Ma.
- [Tasha] I talked to Davis.

She's still gonna testify.

I let you down, Ma. I fucked up.

No, you didn't. You couldn't.

This is my fault.

I put too much on you.

She didn't believe me.

I wanted to do what
you told me to, but...

at least you're
getting out now, right?

I got it from here.

You go on ahead and be 18.

Well, I could still
come visit you.

No, Tariq.

I want you to go have fun.

Happy birthday, baby.

[sighs]

[uneasy music]

[phone beeping]

[line trills]

♪ ♪

Yes, I need to leave a
message for Davis MacLean.

This is Tasha Green.

Tell him–

tell him I don't want
my case to go to trial.

Tell him...

[woman] Lights
out in five minutes!

I want to take a deal.

[hip-hop music playing]

- Yo, 'Riq!
- Yo.

Happy birthday, bro.

- Happy birthday, B-day boy.
- Appreciate it. Thank you, man.

Where the fuck are you going?

I gotta get outta here,
man. I got shit to do.

No, this is your party, nigga.

Unless you got some pussy lined
up, why the fuck would you leave?

[laughs]

I guess I could
stay a little longer.

I got you. Don't
even worry about it.

What's up, girls?

Ah, mm-mm.

Y'all can go. Dismissed, bye.

Come on with your
cock-blocking ass.

Whatever. They was trash anyway.

[Zeke] Ugh.

- Hey, Tariq.
- What up?

What you doing over
here? Monet send you?

No, I came 'cause
it's your birthday.

Why didn't you tell me about it earlier?
I would've got you a gift or something.

I ain't too big on
birthdays, honestly.

What type of nigga don't
celebrate their B-day?

I mean, to each
his own, I guess.

So you not gonna
offer me a drink?

Help yourself.

Fine.

I'll make my own drink, Tariq.

But come keep me company

so Zeke's teammates
don't try to talk to me.

Them thirsty-ass
niggas be all over me.

Hey, yo, Ev. I didn't
know you was here.

- What's up?
- What's up, my nigga?

♪ ♪

What's up, bro?

♪ ♪

[door closes]

[footsteps approaching]

[knocks lightly]

What were you just doing?

I was doing this...

when I should be doing that.

When did writing
become so hard, Carrie?

You know my agent cried
the first time he read my book?

I did too.

[gentle music]

- I should go.
- No.

Just stay.

- Maybe order some sushi.
- [sighs]

From the place that
we love so much.

That place that
actually cooks the fish.

[chuckles]

And then maybe we
could talk about my book.

♪ ♪

I have to go.

[Jabari] Just–.

Just write what's
in front of you.

Your first book worked because
you didn't make anything up.

You.

You are in front of me.

Okay?

You can't write about me.

And you definitely
can't write about us.

You keep pulling me back
in. I always give in to you.

I'm not gonna fall for it again.

You need to find another story.

Yo, did you notice Dru
left and never came back?

I didn't. I'm not his keeper.

But when did he become
your concern, though?

I'm just saying this
ain't the hood, all right?

Cops will lock you up for
driving around Black out here.

Detective Ramirez gave us
PBA cards for situations like that.

We good.

I'm saying, though, suppose
he went to go serve somebody.

He ain't come back.
You do the math.

Not even a PBA can save
you if you got product on you.

A'ight.

We should go find him, then.

- Hi.
- What's up?

- Got that for you.
- Thanks.

Yeah. It's really good.

- [Lauren] Hi.
- Hey, Lauren.

What's up?

[Diana] I don't know.
But you said you saw him.

You said you saw him leave.

I mean, I saw him walk out,
but I don't know where we went.

'Riq.

- What up?
- My advice worked.

I didn't even invite her.

Here, loosen up.

You might get lucky tonight,
bro. She fucking wants you.

- [laughs]
- Tariq.

Hey, Tariq.

What up?

Who's your friend?

Um, Lauren, this is Diana.

She's Zeke's little cousin.

Ziana.

Nice to meet you, Lauren.

She's actually
looking for her brother.

Did you see Zeke out there talking
to anyone while you walked in or not?

Nope, I haven't seen him.

Hey, can we talk in
private for a second?

- Yeah.
- [Tariq] Come on.

[hip-hop music playing]

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- If the feeling is mutual...
- [sighs]

then you would show it.

Look, I wish it was that simple,

but basketball makes life a
bit more complicated for me.

- Wow.
- Soon you'll understand.

I understand, I understand
you a scary-ass motherfucker

who's trying to pretend
to be something he's not.

[knocking on window]

Hey, what's up?
You must be Diana.

I am. And who the fuck are you?

- This is Everett.
- I'm just a fan of Dru's art.

We got class together.

He was drawing my tattoo.

I promised I'd make him my
official tat man when I get to the NBA.

My nigga, are you for real?

Diana already knows the deal.

You're the only person who
thinks it's a fucking secret.

You're on the same basketball
team as my cousin Zeke, right?

Zeke's your cousin?

Everett, don't worry.

She's not gonna
tell him anything,

and neither am I.

[tense music]

Ev. Ev!

Ev!

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

Professor Milgram.

Zeke. [Chuckles]

How are you?

I'm good.

Can I sit?

Sure.

- I ain't know you wore glasses.
- [chuckles]

Well, I usually don't.
They're just for reading.

They look good on you.

Um... so what are
you doing here?

I mean, shouldn't
you be at a frat party?

Actually, I just came from one.

Not feeling it tonight, though.

Thank you.

What do you mean?

You know, it's the
same girls at every party

waiting for their chance to
say they messed with someone

that's going to the league.

Hmm.

You never know
who trying to play you.

You know, are they
interested in talking to me

because they wanna know me?

Or the idea of what
I could become?

Oh, I must say, I'm surprised.

[chuckles]

Most–most of the
athletes I advise,

they–they relish the attention.

[both chuckle]

I ain't gonna lie, in
high school, I did.

I was all about
getting girls and clout.

Now it's like there's a heat
lamp on me everywhere I go.

I'm a walking lick.

A what?

Basically...

I'm another individual's
opportunity to come up.

Um...

so what does your mom
say about all of this?

Oh, we don't talk
about all that, yeah.

I moved in with my aunt
when I was in high school,

and I can't really talk to
her about it either, though.

You know, she just
wants me to stay focused

on getting to the NBA.

No distractions.

Your dad?

He wasn't around.

- I'm sorry.
- It's all good.

Can't miss someone
you never met.

You can still have
feelings about it, though.

[phone buzzes]

[uneasy music]

♪ ♪

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

[laughs softly]

You're a lightweight.

Nah, I really just don't drink.

You know, growing up,

I saw how it affected my father
and made him lose control,

and I made a promise to
myself to never be like him.

I used to drink lean, but I
don't do that anymore either.

Why you look so pretty tonight?

It's for my birthday?

[sighs softly]

Yeah, and I shouldn't
even be here.

What you mean?

Why not?

You most definitely
should be here.

You know, you deserve way
better than that fuck boy Malcolm.

You know I'm right.

[gentle music]

♪ ♪

Whoa. What's the matter?

You're drunk,

and I don't want
it to be like this.

Uh-uh, no, I'm fine.

[breathing heavily]

[Lauren] You okay?

Tariq?

Tariq!

[muffled hip-hop music playing]

[sighs]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- [Tariq] Yo, yo.
- [Riley] Oh, hey.

Are you okay?

Hell, do you need somewhere
to live or something?

Like, fuck, you're always here
just bugging the shit outta me.

Did you run away from
home or some shit?

Damn.

♪ ♪

[hip-hop music playing]

Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho. What's going on?

Why were you in my room?

Um, Tariq's passed
out on your bed.

Oh, shit. You put
it on him that hard?

No wonder my brother can't
stay off you for five minutes.

Excuse me. I was
just checking on him.

Why don't you check
on this? [Chuckles]

Ain't no fun unless
the bros get some.

You know you're
a total cliché, right?

Gross.

Oh.

Wakey-wakey, kid!

Come on, get the fuck
outta my room, dude.

- [Tariq groans]
- First you fuck my brother's girl.

Now you're gonna
sleep in my bed?

Nah, get the fuck out.

- Fuck you, man.
- Yeah, happy birthday, bitch.

- [mumbles indistinctly]
- [door closes]

[hip-hop music playing]

♪ ♪

I should be getting home.
It's later than I thought.

[phone buzzes]

[BASECAMP'S "In Stone" playing]

♪ ♪

♪ It was bound to
happen all along ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Cast in iron,
carved in stone ♪

♪ ♪

I shouldn't be doing this.

♪ No changing
course and no control ♪

♪ This was set in
motion by the unknown ♪

♪ ♪

♪ The unseen hand
the door that waited ♪

♪ As the daylight faded out ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I was tied to your feet
Stuck to your words ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Beyond the shadow
Of a shadow of a doubt ♪

♪ Once the sun came out ♪

♪ It was cast in iron,
carved in stone ♪

♪ It was bound to
happen all along ♪

♪ ♪

[hip-hop music playing]

[overlapping chatter]

♪ ♪

Hey, are you all right?

- Get the fuck off me!
- What the fuck?

- Chill out. I'm trying to help you.
- Don't tell me to chill, all right?

I told you I didn't
want no party, man.

Get the fuck outta my face.

♪ ♪

What are you doing
out here by yourself?

Minding my business.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

What's your problem?

I'm good.

I just wanna be
left alone, all right?

I respect that.

See you later, all right?

- All right.
- Later.

♪ ♪

[Tariq] "Sacrificing
your greatest treasure

"without thinking
about the consequences

"and focusing instead on
making another person happy

"may not make sense
to the average person,

"but I believe sacrifice for the
people we love is part of life.

"It's supposed to be.

"It's not something to regret. It's
something to which we should aspire.

"Sometimes it's the
only thing to be proud of,

the only thing
we've done right."

♪ ♪

[sighs]

[Jabari] "Sacrificing
your greatest treasure

without thinking about
the consequences"...

♪ ♪

[clears throat]

[Jabari] "And focusing
instead on making another"–

[phone buzzes]

Riley, you okay?

Uncle Nancy, I fucked up.

I was asking Brayden a bunch of
questions about Tariq like you told me to.

Oh, my God, I love
you, but you don't listen.

I said observe and report.

I didn't tell you
to ask anything.

You were asking
for more information.

And Brayden was clamming up,

so I thought that maybe if
I gave him some Zolpidem,

then he'd tell me
some more information.

What, you drugged him?

I didn't drug him.

I drugged Tariq.

God, Riley!

No, no, no. That's bad, bad.

And now he's, like, wandering
around drugged, Uncle Nancy,

and it's, like, all my fault,

and he left campus.

Wh–how do you know?

Well, I might've, while he was
passed out, made it so that his cell

can share location
with my phone.

I can track him in real time.

You–you've violated his civil
rights, like, 18 different ways, Riley.

If anyone finds
out, I'll be arrested.

- I'll deserve it.
- I was trying to help.

Just–where is he now?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Raina.

[breathing shakily]

Happy birthday to us.

[somber music]

I thought...

killing Ray Ray would
make me feel better.

But, Raina, I'm still hurting.

I'm still hurting 'cause
I can't bring you back.

♪ ♪

That should've been me.

It should've been me.

No, you should be here,
celebrating your birthday.

Look, I won't let anything
happen to Ma or Yas now, okay?

I got them, I promise you.

Just save a spot up there
for me, all right, big head?

♪ ♪

You lied to everyone...

and asked for the truth.

That's something you've
never given anyone.

Ma's in jail because of you.

She's in jail 'cause she took
the weight that you never would.

You were in the way.

And I had to.

I had to do it.

You're the only one
who understands.

♪ ♪

[Tariq] I did what
you would've done.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

Raina.

[toilet flushes]

Fuck, bro, you got some shit
you wanna get off your chest?

Yeah, bro. You owe
me a fucking apology.

For what?

"For what?"

Bro, you had no idea what I went
through to put that party together.

And I tried to get you laid.

I wasn't in the right
state of mind, bro.

That drink you gave
me fucked me up.

And I tried to find you,
and you disappeared, okay?

You're ungrateful
for everything I do.

The app wouldn't
be shit without me,

and you don't even give
me that fucking respect.

Yo, is this Riley or
you talking right now?

Okay, fuck you, bro.

Don't try and
make this about her.

This is about you treating
me like we're not fucking boys.

You're always hiding shit
from me and disappearing.

I mean, that's super fucking
sus, bro, and you know that shit.

Listen...

it's better off you don't
know what the fuck I'm into.

If the cops come and grab me up,

you're gonna be the first
person they interrogate.

Okay, and how the fuck am I
supposed to know what to say to them

if I don't know why the fuck
I'm being interrogated, Tariq?

You gotta let me know
if I'm in harm's way.

[sighs]

All right, listen...

you're right, bro.

You're right. My bad, okay?

From now on, I'ma
keep it a buck with you.

Only thing you need to know is
that there's this family from Queens,

and they're running shit.

What family?

It's Monet and Lorenzo.

They're the parents
and the plugs.

Even got their kids
in this business.

Dru, Cane, and Diana.

Dru.

Is that Zeke's cousin
who I met here?

Yes.

But Zeke, he don't know about this
shit, and it needs to stay that way.

[Brayden] All right.

Cane is the nigga you need to
worry about. He's the shooter.

All right, look...

Lorenzo's the king.

Monet's the queen.

Cane is the rook.

Dru is the knight.
Diana's the bishop.

Now, if you can't reach
me for whatever reason

and one of them come here asking
about me, you knock over the right piece.

Now, if it's an emergency, you knock
over every piece on the board, all right?

It's like we got our own
Bat Signal or something.

Yep, and you Robin.

Fuck you, bro. Robin's cool.

[sighs]

And then Dru said something

about him and Everett
taking a art class together.

Well, Stevie Wonder could see
that Dru got a nigga up at that school.

The boy never wants
to leave the place.

But that's not what I
sent you up there for.

What did you find
out about Tariq?

Ma, he wouldn't talk to me.

I tried.

[huffs] You played
him too close.

You let your emotions
cost us the advantage.

But, Ma, I tried it your
way, and it didn't work.

That nigga shitted on
me, but I got the last laugh.

He had a piece.

Oh, my God.

Of course he was carrying a gun.

He's gonna notice it's missing,

and guess who he's
gonna come looking for.

You just created a problem.

You need to smarten up, or you
will never survive out here without me.

Now go to your room.

Go! Get outta my face.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[door closes]

He's clean.

Why did you lie to
me to protect Dru?

Never act before you
know the lay of the land.

And also, I ain't
touch your daughter,

even though you sent
her up to find shit about me.

Which one of my children
can I trust the most?

Me.

My nigga.

Yo, I don't know what you think you
doing running around here ass naked.

Cane, give him your burner.

What? Fuck no.

Boy, don't make me repeat
myself. I said what I said.

The little nigga probably don't even
know how to use the motherfucker.

- Thanks, Cane.
- Yeah, fuck you.

Happy birthday, Tariq.

You always have a
home here with us.

Come on.

[door closes]

I stopped Tameika
from testifying.

I was hoping for a thank-you.

[scoffs]

What's the play here, Davis?

Are you backing off the recusal?

No, I think I got a better play.

Tameika told me you were seen at Truth
the night of James St. Patrick's murder.

Yeah, imagine.

The sitting U.S. Attorney of
the Eastern District of New York

lying to the NYPD,

plus filing a false report.

And for what?

To hide that you're
witness to this murder?

Or worse?

Drop the charges against my
client, and this all goes away.

Hmm.

You know, that's,
uh–that's funny

because your client doesn't
want me to drop the charges.

She wants to take a plea.

How do you know that?

Guards overheard her
making a phone call last night,

and, uh, I know why.

[phone beeps]

[Tariq] Ma's in jail
because of you.

She's in jail 'cause she took
the weight that you never would.

You were in the way.

♪ ♪

And I had to.

I had to do it.

- I did what you would have done.
- [beeps]

Tariq... shot his father.

Not Tommy Egan.

Tasha lied to protect him,

which is why she now wants to
take a plea to make this all go away.

She's afraid the
truth will come out.

That shit's
inadmissible as fuck.

True.

But now that I know
what to look for, I'll find it.

[Davis] You'll
never get this in,

and I can still call Tameika as a witness
and prove you've got your own agenda.

So we're at an impasse.

Or an opportunity.

What do we both want?

Or rather, what's in
the interest of justice?

Tasha's not the queenpin.

She's not.

And you didn't kill
James St. Patrick.

I did not.

So, if I back off the
recusal and we go to trial...

we work together.

I get Tariq to take the stand,
and on cross, you do your job.

So Tasha goes home.

And the real
killer goes to jail.

She won't be happy when
her son is convicted of murder.

He'll be tried as an adult
now. He might get the needle.

He's not my
client. I don't care.

When Tasha's acquitted,
I'm in the win column.

[scoffs]

Is it a deal?

In the interest of justice...

it's a deal.

Tariq St. Patrick's
going to jail.

[tense music]

[hip-hop music]

♪ I've been waiting On
betrayal from the jump ♪

♪ I could tell, doing
dirt, put in work ♪

♪ I hope you all doing well ♪

♪ You ain't ♪

♪ My dawg ♪

♪ No way ♪

♪ Take off ♪

♪ I'm the number-one pick
Throw the rock, Mike Vick ♪

♪ They dipped out of town ♪

♪ They're not
nowhere to be found ♪

♪ You ain't ♪

♪ My dawg ♪

♪ No way ♪

♪ Take off ♪

♪ I done got into the place
Like everything had changed ♪

♪ All the feelings
that you felt ♪

♪ Never showed
through the vein ♪

♪ Can't gain, switch lanes
And put our past in the flame ♪

♪ I done made so
much you cannot obtain ♪

♪ I miss the older vision
Loyal and order driven ♪

♪ My money moves you, brother ♪

♪ But you make
your own decision ♪

♪ Not to feel the tension
And not to mention ♪

♪ You've been mentioning
my name already ♪

♪ I've been waiting On
betrayal from the jump ♪

♪ I could tell, doing
dirt, put in work ♪

♪ I hope you all doing well ♪

♪ You ain't ♪

♪ My dawg ♪

♪ No way ♪

♪ Take off ♪

♪ I'm the number-one pick
Throw the rock, Mike Vick ♪

♪ They dipped out of town ♪

♪ They're not
nowhere to be found ♪

♪ You ain't ♪

♪ My dawg ♪

♪ No way ♪

♪ Take off ♪