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Previously on Ghost...

- Fuck! - Please don't!

A dirty cop beat up Diana.

She lost our baby.

Oh, I'm supposed to just snort a few lines

and get the fuck over it like you always do, right?

Do you think Elle's still mad?

-What are you doing? -Y'all two niggas fired.

-Why? Is this Elle? -It was a group decision.

Corrupt bureaucrats don't exactly advertise.

It's gonna take me some time to find a new one.

Time I don't have.

And y ou need citizenship to make you legit.

So marry me.

Please don't act like you care about me.

You know I fucking care about you.

How we killin' this bitch?

Killin' a cop ain't the way out.

Let me handle my people my way.

I know what you're dealing with but you can't kill a cop.

You're right. That bitch is mine.

Let's just calm down and talk about this.

Do you like bedtime stories?

-Yes. -This is so fucked up.

You gotta get the fuck outta here, now.

Hands up.

You get me the leverage I need

to go against Noma

and maybe I change this murder

to a fuckin' accident.

Welcome to the fuckin' team, Tariq.

Detective Felicia Marie Lewis.

She was tough.

She was fearless.

But most of all, she was one of our own.

Felicia was family.

Her tragic death will undoubtedly

leave a hole in our hearts.

We're never prepared for a fatal car crash.

Paramedics on the scene said she died on impact.

Maybe she didn't feel any pain.

At least that's what I hope.

Let's use this as a reminder

to stick together

and never take for granted

the time we have left on this earth.

The union is setting up a fund for her little boy, Cole.

I know you all want to contribute.

To Felicia.

- To Felicia. - Felicia.

To Felicia.

An accident?

I know.

What the fuck really happened?

Nico, man, I know with what we do,

it's natural

to second-guess everything.

But this appears to be exactly what it says on the report.

A fuckin' car accident, man.

I know you two were close.

So I'm here if you wanna talk, all right?

Speak to Detective Carter?

He probably lookin' for some more shit for us to do.

We need to get rid of this motherfucker.

I mean wipe his ass off the face of the fuckin' Earth.

Any nigga put a gun to my head don't deserve to live.

Shit, you think I don't know?

I could face life in fucking prison

if this motherfucker decides to make me an accessory

to this fuckin' cop's murder.

Diana, man.

I still can't believe this shit, man.

You know, baby girl ain't baby girl no more.

This fuckin' shit is stressin' her out.

It's fuckin' wit' her head, you know?

She gotta move past. Regret is for civilians.

Well, fuck all that. What we doin'?

We need to get on this nigga's ass, ASAP.

I mean, look.

We gotta give the nigga what the fuck he wants:

Noma, on a platter.

Oh man, that's gonna make us weak.

If we give him leverage on Noma,

what's gonna stop that bitch from wantin' to kill us?

-Hey, what about Dru? -Hell no.

He'll work with us, no?

Dru called Carter to Felicia's house.

He's up this motherfucker's ass

like a fucking lapdog, working his own agenda.

Okay, so here's what we do.

We tell Carter that we're workin'

on the leverage piece with Noma.

Meanwhile, we weaponize Noma,

make it seem like everything's gonna be blown up on her end

and make her take out Carter.

This bitch again.

We gotta go back and beg fuckin' Noma for help?

Listen, we gotta kiss some ass

to get this nigga off of our ass.

All right?

I mean, they're opposites.

Who the fuck else is better

than when you're going against the craziest, most psychotic

corrupt cop in the fucking city?

Yeah, you fuckin' right. You're right, man. Shit!

What is this place?

This is Fourth Circle.

Used to be Zion's spot.

It's a...

dealers' playground. No cops welcome.

Why we can't use the main entrance.

You're gonna be overseeing the venue

and the revenue, like Zion did.

But first...

got some people that wanna welcome you to the organization.

Gentlemen.

This here is Dru Tejada.

You got any questions, before you come to me or Nico,

this who you talk to.

What's up?

What happened to the whole apex TED Talk?

Vertical control, reigning supreme!

Yeah, you know that shit's gonna be hard

now that this motherfucker that thinks

he's Denzel from Training Day is in the way.

Carter is a cop, Riq.

The head of a drug task force.

Okay? There's 1,000 ways this can go left,

leaving us royally fucked.

Sounds like you don't got my back, nigga.

No. I just don't want a preemptive strike

or to start a war with motherfuckers

that we can't win against.

You know what a task force stands for.

Gang. Thugs with badges.

Remember that whole Tyre Nichols shit?

They'll let those motherfuckers get away

with 100 murders before they stop 'em.

Yeah, and eventually they're gonna kill our fuckin' asses.

So that means we gotta take 'em out before they kill us.

-Simple as that. -Yeah, no, no, simple as that.

No, Riq.

B, come the fuck on, bro.

This motherfucker has hella shit on me.

I have nothing on him.

And now that he thinks I work for him,

backing down is not an option.

Hey, where you goin' anyway? You packin' your shit up.

-I'm moving out. Finally. -Okay.

I'm gonna see if Elle wants to move in with me.

Wait, why?

What do you mean why?

Because she's my girl and I love her. That's why.

What the fuck is so funny?

You're really fucking losing it?

-Do you hear yourself? -Yeah!

You love her? You don't even know this girl!

And didn't the band just fucking walk out on us?

In-in fact, I do know her,

and I'll get the band back.

In the meantime, I got all the Ivies

and the knockoff Course Correct business from Effie.

What the fuck are you doing?

How? How did you do that?

For once, I would just love for you to say,

"Thank you, Brayden.

You're-you're killing it, Brayden. Good job, Brayden."

You do a lot of things without thinking it through, all right?

And you been doing it a lot lately,

so I was just wondering, that's it.

Yeah, that's fine. Well, I'm moving fast and smart,

and shit's working.

I know what the fuck I'm doing, Riq, okay?

Detective Carter knows who you are and he's after you.

Basically, how this motherfucker operates,

he doesn't like people doing business

without being under his thumb, so...

that's a issue for you.

I can solve it. I can get rid of him.

What's in it for you, Tariq Scam Patrick?

I know your ass always got an angle.

You always asking the wrong shit, Cane.

There's something in it for all of us, all right?

I mean, which one of us in this room

really need this NYPD-ass nigga

disrupting our shit?

What hard evidence does this cop have on me?

Does he have a witness? Surveillance? What?

Yeah, playboy. And how exactly are we supposed to do this?

'Cause killin' a cop ain't easy.

I mean, I don't think we have a choice.

Bro, the nigga is corrupt.

Right, he could create fake evidence against us,

he can create cases on us.

He can do whatever the fuck he wants, basically.

I mean, is that a chance y'all wanna take?

Well, you didn't answer my question.

What does he know about my organizations?

-Be specific. -Look, fuck all this

back and forth bullshit.

Now, we're givin' you top-shelf information.

We can map out a plan now

and get back to the details later.

Now, you in or not?

Yeah. Basically, what we're saying is that

it's only a matter of time before this nigga

starts lowering the hammer on you.

I'm not interested in going to war

with the NYP-fucking-D.

Fuck it, I'm outta here.

I told you this was gonna be some bullshit.

And your ass is so fuckin' pussy-whipped

you just gonna let this bitch get you killed?

Aw, now that's not language I'd expect from my mum.

"Mum"? Bitch, what the fuck you say?

What, didn't Cane tell you?

Oh, we're gonna be family, luv.

Cane's my business partner and fiance.

Yeah, Mom. You're hearin' right.

Noma and I are getting married.

Wedding, pastor, the whole works.

Your invitation's in the mail though.

Cane, this fucking bitch has got you goin' crazy!

What the fuck is this?!

Love, of course.

-Bullshit. -Word.

Good luck with your fuckin' stupid-ass love.

Ta-da.

Well, you two now are on Detective Carter's radar.

This little love bullshit y'all got going on

just doubles y'all problem.

Listen, we got leverage.

'Cause we both know Detective Carter's dirty.

No, that's not close to enough.

Find out what Carter really knows about me

and how the fuck he got my name.

There's something wrong with Elle.

-What? What the fuck happened? -She was doing coke

and then she said she wasn't feeling so hot.

And the next thing you know, she just fucking passed out.

Look, there are drugs all over this fucking room--

Who gave her the coke? Shut the fuck up!

-Hell if I know! -'Cause she has sickle cell.

-Call 911! -I didn't wanna do that.

Fucking call!

All right, FYI,

I'm charging extra for this house call.

I have all the documents you requested.

Living will and bank statements.

Tax filings.

Prenup agreement.

So...

are you going on the run or... getting married?

The second one.

I was talking to the lady, my guy.

Yeah, it's true.

Cane and I are getting married

and everything needs to be airtight

so it holds up against government scrutiny.

ICE and the like.

Wow, marrying a drug dealer.

Sounds like something you might have wanted to run

by your extremely smart lawyer first.

Given Wiley Adams' untimely demise,

this had to be done.

There was no need to consult you.

Yeah, so, seems like your work here is done.

Fake-ass Johnny Cocksucker.

I got your text. What's up?

Hey, whatever freak shit y'all got going on,

I'm not into that.

- I second that emotion. - Sit.

We need your computer expertise.

I'm marrying Cane.

He did a decent job, didn't he?

Yeah, this ring weighs an absolute ton.

She's fucking wit' you.

It's marriage for hire. Strictly business.

Well, it's more like business with benefits, right, luv?

Anyway, our nuptials need to appear rock-solid

so any dalliance between you two is now over.

Oh yeah, you got it. That's done.

-Can I go now? -No, sweetie.

Cane's a caveman.

He has no social media footprint.

I need you to create one for him

so he looks legitimate as my husband.

I'm thinking a LinkedIn page,

an employee profile at my company,

and maybe a college profile, actually.

And some happy couple photos on IG.

You know, that sort of thing.

Cane with a college profile.

Make sure that shit is community college.

Fuck you.

Fuck you back.

This needs to look real.

You can do this, yes?

I can do my best, but I'm not a wizard.

Somebody looks hard enough,

they can find what they're looking for.

Well, that sounds like a personal problem.

You're on payroll so it'll be your job

to cover your tracks then.

Let's get this show on the road, shall we?

- Look, Eff... - It's business. I got it.

There's nothing to talk about.

Come on, Noma.

What's the point of pillow talk

if you're not going to talk?

Well, he came up with the solution.

I make him the American face of my subsidiary

so that I can get the U.S. contracts pronto,

and then the marriage and the prenup

protect my assets 'til I become a citizen.

I mean...

that's the plan.

Well, you probably would have come up with it yourself

if you weren't in the midst of your own divorce.

Oh, well, thank you for reminding me.

Okay. I thought that, uh, we had an understanding

as growing business partners.

-Partners? -Yes.

I understand your practice is underwater

and you see me as a meal ticket,

but don't be silly, Davis.

Like my tongue game,

I wouldn't underestimate my comeback game.

Despite your tongue game,

our relationship has limitations, luv.

Besides,

you know I'm more of a one-woman show.

Why the fuck they tryin' to hurry up and get married?

-This shit is stupid, man. -Yeah, well...

I'm just as shocked as you are.

But why do you need to know the why?

To take down Carter.

Tried to get Noma to do it but she ain't biting.

So we gotta give all the leverage

that we got on Noma to Carter

to get him off our backs so we can figure out our next move.

That's where you come in.

Noma's my client.

Nigga, you tryin' to protect this bitch

when I gave you the inside drop on her.

The fuck?

The allegiance is with me.

Okay, and did this bitch even consult to you

about marrying Cane?

She's not in it for you. She's in it for herself.

Little nigga, you need to calm the fuck down.

Any pertinent information I give you

means I'm compromising all business dealings with Noma

if she were ever to find out I told you.

I mean, you all preach about allegiance.

Well, Mr. Rainmaker over here's gonna need something in return.

Sure, if you wanna end up like Obi.

That's what allegiance with Noma gets you:

-a knife to the fucking neck. -You don't think I get it?

She's a shifty bitch.

I mean, you two aren't any better.

With that being said, my allegiance is with you.

Well, then tell us what the fuck is up

'cause you clearly know what this sneaky bitch is up to.

Never forget who came through for you during clutch time.

Who always comes through for both your asses.

Yes, of course.

Right now, this is what matters to Noma.

Aircraft Global.

What the fuck is this?

It's her front business.

It washes her drug money.

But she's under too much scrutiny in Europe.

So in order to secure a contract to sell her jet engine parts

to the U.S. government,

Aircraft Global must be owned by an American citizen.

- Cane. - Exactly.

The marriage will allow Noma to become naturalized.

The prenup will protect her assets

until she can reclaim her company.

So basically Cane is just a strawman.

Essentially.

-And a dumbass. -Yeah.

After Wiley Adams was murdered by Zion's crew,

I had to find her a new government contact to bribe.

That person is Sterling Reynolds.

Muckety-muck in the state commerce department.

Float that name by Carter.

He'll have all the leverage he needs.

-All right, bet. -Bet.

Gotta split, Davis. Appreciate you.

As always.

-How'd you find me here, man? -Come on, baby. I been here.

You the one that's brand-new and shit.

I'm hearing you the man around here.

I'm just hoping you're not getting

too caught up Carter's ass.

Nigga, what do you want?

Your flip-floppin' ass was a soldier for Noma.

I just wanna make sure Betty Crocker

ain't givin' away all the fuckin' recipes.

All right, so you tryin' to get punched the fuck out.

Only if you promise not to hit like a bitch.

Noma don't mean shit to Carter.

He can take out whomever he wants

at whatever time he wants.

So you been drinkin' the Kool-Aid.

It's better than drinkin' Noma's stank-ass bath water.

I mean, nigga, really?

-Workin' for Noma? -Workin' with a dirty-ass cop?

Come on, bro.

You doin' anything to try to compete with me.

When will you realize you're never gonna be me?

Good luck, man. Let's see how long this works out for you.

Let's see how long marrying your boss works out for you.

Monet told me that Noma's marrying the help.

You're a step above the pool boy.

She don't give a fuck about you.

You another fall guy for her.

But you can't see that.

No.

No, you can't.

My bad.

Come back and have a drink

with your brother sometime!

Oh my God, so you're marrying a thug half your age?

How lovely. When's the wedding?

Soon. But like I told you, dear, it's not for love.

It's for business purposes.

You fled Europe when my father was shot in the head.

Still not clear on why.

You don't want me hanging around Tariq St. Patrick,

whose father was a drug kingpin,

and now you're marrying Cane for "business."

Did you know when you hired him for your company

that he had an arrest record for battery and theft?

You can't judge people by their past, Anya.

Are you kidding?

That's literally what we've done our entire lives.

Well, on paper, Cane may not look like much,

but he has a very sharp mind.

-Mom, the D must be really good. -Excuse me?

Look, I wanna know the truth.

I am tired of being spoon-fed crap, okay?

Are the police after you?

First of all,

I don't want you to worry, okay? No one's after me.

How do you make your money, Mom? Really.

Anya, you don't want to hear about

a bunch of complicated, boring corporate deals.

Uh, yes, I do, Mom. Like, my brain can handle it.

-Yes, ma'am. -Yes, ma'am.

Okay, then.

I'm betraying your father by telling you this,

but...

you've given me no choice, and...

I imagine it's time.

Your dad was a drug trafficker, Anya.

Yeah.

I didn't know that's what he was into when I met him.

He never wanted you to know because he...

he wanted to protect you from a very dangerous life,

which is why you've always lived in the States

while we were in Europe.

But...

this is why I had to leave him.

Dad was a criminal.

Sweetheart...

I hated what he was doing.

The lives he was ruining peddling drugs.

And that's why I made it my business to be legit.

Okay?

My connection to him

may be why there might be

some law enforcement interest in me.

But you don't have to worry, okay?

Sweetheart, don't worry.

Oh, my dear girl.

I'm her boyfriend, Brayden.

Look, I know I'm not immediate family, but...

I don't care about that.

I just wanna make sure that you haven't taken what she's taken.

Her lab results came back

and indicate that the cocaine that she ingested

was laced with fentanyl

which then sent her into cardiac arrest.

Do you know where she got the drugs?

No.

Is she gonna live?

Prognosis is uncertain as of yet,

but I'll tell you one thing...

If she was left alone, she'd be dead.

- Thank you. - No problem.

Fuckin'...

This fuckin' cocksucker.

-Riq. -What the fuck happened?

OD.

They don't know if she's gonna make it.

It's all good, bro. She'll be fine. She'll pull through.

That bitch is using you, boy.

She's playing you for a damn fool.

A sham marriage to that crooked bitch ain't gon' put you on top.

Ma, whatever it is you think you know,

it doesn't matter. All right?

I'm with Noma now. She's gonna be my wife.

So you're just gonna betray your mother for that bitch?

Don't talk to me about betrayal.

Detective Carter?

Yeah. I knew he had a Tejada

working with him as a CI and it was you.

You really feedin' this nigga information?

You really snitchin' to Carter?

Nah, Cane. That's not what it is.

We didn't have a choice.

Carter's makin' us work for him.

And it ain't snitchin' if the motherfucker's a criminal too.

Plus he sicced that fuckin' Felicia bitch on Diana

who beat the baby out of her.

Now you good with all of that?

Ma... miss me with all this "family first" shit, all right?

You started this.

You put Noma against Carter. You gonna damn near fuck around

and get me and Dru killed in the middle of all this shit.

Look, Cane, I'm trying to protect you both.

You just lookin' out for yourself as usual.

I know what's best.

Can't you see that's the end game?

I'm tryin' to free y'all from all these outside motherfuckers.

Okay.

Here's what I'ma do.

You're gonna, uh, put on a smile,

then you're gonna go out there and get one of those

ugly-ass mother of the groom dresses

and I'ma marry Noma.

And I won't tell her that you're the one

that raided her warehouse.

-I didn't fucking raid her-- -Stop fucking lying. All right?

You think you on the outside looking in?

But Noma finds this out,

you'll be stuck with Carter for the rest of your short life.

-Short? -Yeah, or applying to be

a fucking greeter at Walmart.

-Never me, motherfucker. -Yeah, whatever.

Pussy-whipped ass...

Busy?

My moms was just leaving.

Nigga, I thought you was getting married.

Make sure you check on your sister.

Yeah, a'ight.

Don't forget to get that application.

He's an orphan.

I changed that little boy's life forever.

Look, D, I understand feeling bad for the kid, but...

his mother was a killer.

She was into some filthy shit. That'll always come back on you.

Look...

You had no choice. All right?

But I did.

I didn't have to go to her house and...

Tariq, not with her kid upstairs.

But you didn't know, D.

Listen to me.

She took something special.

From you. From us.

Okay? It was either you or her.

You didn't do shit wrong.

I shouldn't have to deal with this shit.

I just want a normal life with a regular family

so I can just, I don't know, do me.

Hm. Sounds good, D, but...

we gotta be realistic.

That shit is damn near impossible for us.

Well, at one point it was possible.

And...

I don't know, maybe...

Maybe it can happen again.

You think so?

You sure?

Tariq, we don't need those.

What you mean we don't need this?

Is me getting pregnant again the worst thing that can happen?

All right.

D, come the fuck on. How do you not understand?

Forget it, Tariq.

You know, I'm thinking...

if we're gonna be one big old happy family,

surely I should get to know the man who's marrying my mom.

Don't you think?

So...

who are you?

Who pays for this amazing penthouse?

I do.

On a bar salary?

Yeah, but that is what you do for work, right?

Tips must be great.

Yeah, I make great investments.

-Oh. -Uh-huh.

Where'd you learn how to do that?

From your dad who was in prison most of your life

for dealing drugs?

Is that what you and my mom have in common?

I don't know.

You tell me, since you seem to know everything.

I mean, well, your whole Tejada clan.

Right?

Not to sound offensive or anything, but...

you guys are like the Gottis of the ghetto.

No?

We're entrepreneurs.

Does my mom sell drugs?

Your mom is a badass businesswoman.

Something your little ass should strive to be more like

instead of prying into grown folks' business.

Grown folks.

But here, take this.

Go shopping or brunch or...

make a TikTok or some shit.

I won't be calling you "Daddy".

We're here to bring you a gift.

After that, we would like to be left the fuck alone.

Oh God, I just feel like I sound

like a broken fucking record.

You're not in charge, Red.

Dru, I don't know

how you fucking dealt with this as a child.

What's the fucking gift?

Sterling Reynolds. That's who Noma needs to bribe

in order to get her government contract under control.

Set her up using your high-tech toys, and you got her.

Government contract.

So this Noma, she's playing the majors, yeah?

Which means you'll have plenty on your hands

trying to keep that bitch under control.

So that's what you worried about,

my work-life balance, Monet?

Oh, I don't give a fuck.

Monet's right.

You got Noma, you don't need us.

Get the fuck outta here.

Not gonna happen.

You stay ready, I'll let you know what's next.

Let's go, Dru.

Dru.

Dru!

Why you doing this?

Why you acting like this?

Ma, don't make it personal.

Look, Dru, this is not what you want.

This is not who you are.

Answering to a fucking cop? I mean, reporting to him

like he's your fuckin' boss or some shit.

What are you... what are you doing?

I make my own choices, Monet.

You and Cane do not get to decide who I'm gonna be.

And I had to call Carter and loop him in

'cause if I didn't, his fucking task force woulda hunted us down

and killed us.

I didn't betray this family, okay?

I saved this fucking family, and you're fucking welcome.

What about quittin' the business? Your art?

Maybe it wasn't... about the business.

Maybe it was just doing business with family.

Chill the fuck out!

Who the fuck is he to you?

Your father substitute?

Are you fucking serious right.

I shouldn't need a fucking substitute!

Look, I am being trusted

to handle some king-size shit right now...

and I like it. So that's what it means to me.

Look, you remember, it's still my blood

that runs through your veins.

You are a Tejada.

No matter what.

What?

I know you said we didn't need to talk, but...

I'm here anyways. All right?

I'm trying to secure my future

the same way you doing wit' yours.

We had this argument before and you said that already.

Oh, wow. So not only do you do robot shit,

but you're an actual robot. That's crazy.

I am working on Noma's assignment

and I have to get back to it, so...

Congrats, by the way.

Let me know where you register.

Club's down, man.

What the fuck you mean club's down, man?

Building got bought today.

By who?

Some very rich motherfucker who didn't wanna be identified.

Nigga, what the fuck you talking about?

I forgot.

Somebody left you this.

Riq, I need you.

What's up? This about Elle?

I used her phone to re-up with the dirtbag

who sold her the tainted shit.

You down to pay him a visit tonight?

Shit, what you got in mind?

I just wanna scare the motherfucker.

A'ight, bet.

A'ight, Cane, you wanna play games?

Let's play, motherfucker.

This nigga.

New owner's jackin' up the rent like it's Fifth Ave.

So we might need to find a new spot.

No sweat. I've already identified

another building we can use.

A good soldier never waits.

So, Noma.

I'm hearing she's making more moves.

Yeah, I already got a plan for her.

I think maybe we should hit harder.

She's providing guns for the Italians in the Lower East now.

-You certain about this? -Absolutely.

She's taking over the city hood by hood,

and it could mean more violence.

So how is this information useful

if I can't strike?

She's got a gun shipment comin' in tonight.

My guys gonna face any resistance?

Nothing y'all can't handle.

So natural evil versus moral evil.

Okay? An earthquake versus murder.

Now, in his writings,

Nietzsche argues against the concept of evil altogether.

Does that describe a moral reality?

Well, Nietzsche said the wisest man would be able

to categorize people by more than just good and evil.

For me, having grown up in a religious household,

the word gets thrown around too much.

Think of how we use it to sell wars.

"The axis of evil."

Or to excuse the mistreatment of others.

"Evildoers."

So you agree with the notion

that it's only used to demonize one's enemies?

Most cases, yes.

Um... Tariq?

I think evil's real.

I don't trust anyone that believes

that there isn't any evil.

They're probably evil themselves.

Now, to the opposing argument

explored in The Atrocity Paradigm.

Uh, Diana?

No phone zone.

- Sorry. - Tell me what you thought

about Card's argument.

Um, sorry, what?

It was the paper that I assigned you to read.

Argue about why evil exists.

Right...

I think believing in the concept of evil

just means acknowledging when someone

has been treated unjustly.

That's what makes all of us human.

Thanks for having my back in there.

No problem. But, you know,

Professor Simmons, he don't play.

He'll fail you.

I heard about Elle. How's she doing?

Touch and go. I'm still messed up

about it though, you know?

I'm not a monster.

-I ain't tryin' to kill nobody. -Girl, I know that.

But look, um...

I don't have anybody else to talk to,

so can I ask you something?

And this time, girl, please don't say nothin'.

Okay. I promise.

What's up?

You pregnant again?

No, but...

sometimes I feel like I wanna be.

I mean, that's normal after a miscarriage.

Okay, well, is it normal

for how when me and Tariq were kissing and whatever,

I tried to stop him from using a condom?

Girl, yeah.

A lot of girls do that.

They start trying right away for a replacement baby.

Damn, I didn't know that.

Well, actually,

my mom got pregnant real quick after she gave up Zeke.

-So... -Hm.

So now you know how she felt.

I mean, look.

It's not like being a young mother

wouldn't be the hardest job of your life.

I mean, I got cousins who had babies as teenagers

and they can't go nowhere.

Can't have any dreams. Their lives just stopped.

I'd say, if you want the most for your life,

just forget about Tariq

and forget about any fairy tale life

that you had in your head and just...

focus on being a good student.

- I'll see you. - A'ight, thanks.

See you later.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Come on, it's a fancy school.

Is that how they teach you to talk to your mother?

Oh, that's what you're calling yourself?

Josie, come on.

Don't call me that. That's not my name.

Give me a break. That's what I named you.

Come on, you think I wanted to make a surprise visit here?

You haven't been returning my calls.

Richard left me.

For some young bimbo that works at the car company.

And... if I know you, you probably think I deserve it.

But I'm really in a bad spot.

I was hoping maybe just...

maybe you could float me some cash.

The man that molested me left you.

Sounds like a fucking you problem.

For all my mistakes, you know, I...

I can still be proud of my little girl.

You've come a long way, Josie.

Sometimes...

it takes a lifetime...

to learn how to love.

Look at you. I mean, you're making it big

here at the Ivy League.

Whose brains you think you got, huh?

That's me inside your head!

You're doin' things I never had a chance to do.

The best thing you ever did was leave.

I know that.

And I'm really happy that you did.

If you were on fire, I wouldn't piss on you to put you out.

And if you were cold,

I would never let you in.

If I had every single dollar in the world,

I wouldn't give you a motherfucking cent.

Fuck you...

Mom.

There she is.

Cold-hearted Josefina.

You're a real bitch.

How is anyone ever gonna love you?

We only bought us some time.

Carter's still running shit.

Gotta take that nigga out.

Noma wanted to know Carter's plan to take her out.

I think if we give her that,

let her know that he was trying to set her up...

I think we'll have that taken care of.

She'd obviously have no choice but to...

-Fucking clap back at his ass. -Exactly.

That's some cold shit, but...

it's gotta be done.

It's our best play.

Start a war between them,

get 'em the fuck off our backs.

Hundred percent.

Go, go! I told you not to stop.

Hands where I can fuckin' see 'em!

Hands in the air! Let's go!

Stay where the fuck you're at.

We got a man goin' around the back. Let's go.

Where the fuck you goin'?

Gun down.

What the fuck do we have here?

Well, who's gonna tell Noma this shit?

This motherfucker!

Too fuckin' far.

I've been told

you're the man to see when the mayor needs a favor.

I've been told you're a woman who expects the same treatment.

Good evening.

Our feature tonight

is a vintage Bordeaux from Pauillac.

- May I oblige? - Absolutely.

Please.

Thank you.

I'd like the U.S. government as a client,

but the red tape feels insurmountable.

It's not, if you know how to navigate it.

Is that where you come in?

If we can agree on... how I can help.

Please, be direct with me.

- I can make whatever off... - Sorry I'm late.

I hope I didn't miss the appetizers.

- Noma. Sterling. - Davis.

Thank you for taking this meeting, brother.

- Why is Davis in there? - As you know...

What the fuck is happening?

Davis is my counsel.

Yes, I never let my clients take a meeting alone.

Sterling understands.

He was a lawyer in a former life.

Any starters for the table?

Sterling, please, you go ahead.

Fine.

I'll get the, uh, the fluke.

Is that good? Local? All right, yeah.

Then we're gonna go with the, uh... with some oysters.

I guess. Uh, yeah,

I'll take octopus.

How's the fennel? That good?

All right, I'll get the fennel.

Ma'am, may I take your order next?

No.

It was a pleasure meeting you.

I'm so sorry, but something's come up.

Let's do this another time.

Another time.

Where the fuck is she going?

What the fuck is happening?

That was a close fucking call.

How'd you know about this?

I got wind of it from a source close to the task force.

Fuck!

Tariq and Monet warned me about this Carter.

Yeah, rare occasion when those two are right.

Davis...

-I could lose everything. -No. No, no, no, no, no.

Not so fast, trap queen, okay?

Look, you still got me on your side, okay?

Question is,

what are you gonna do about Carter?

I just missed getting arrested for a federal crime by a hair.

It's obvious, isn't it?

I have to neutralize the motherfucker.

It's Davis.

Shit worked like fuckin' clockwork.

Cop stuff?

Noma's gonna take out Detective Carter

so we can get his boot off our fuckin' necks.

Nigga, are you high?

I took a mini bump to take the edge off.

Take the edge off. That shit don't take no edge off of you.

Other day, you was on the stage lookin' like Jonah Hill

from fuckin' Wolf of Wall Street.

Can you trust me for once?

- I'm good, Riq. - We'll see.

Come on.

Thanks for inviting us over.

You must be Steve, you piece of shit.

Who the fuck are you? Where the hell's Elle?

Elle's in the hospital fighting for her life.

-This motherfucker... -So she sent us.

You... you can't just go... This is my operation, man.

-Fuck that. -You like lacing

your shit, Steve?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait.

Are you guys undercover or some shit?

Because if she had a bad reaction,

-ain't me that did it. -This nigga's lying.

Then take it.

-What? -Do a line.

If your shit isn't laced, it shouldn't be a fucking problem.

Fucking go. Do a line.

- Go. - Come on.

Let's go. Do another one.

Do a-fucking-nother one! Do it!

There. You happy, you crazy fuck?

No, I'm not happy. Do a-fucking-nother one!

All right, B. All right, B, all right, that's enough.

You're fucking acting crazy. We're supposed to scare him.

Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm doing!

- You're gonna fucking kill him. - What the fuck do I care?

If it was your girl, you'd do the same.

- No! No! - Let's fucking go!

Do another one! Let's go! Do another one!

What the fuck are you doing?

Look at this shit, bro.

Fucker.

Now what?

B, what the fuck are you doing?

Are you fucking crazy?

You're not thinking straight, bro. What the fuck?!

Help me get the fucking body.

B, this is not supposed to work out like this.

What, you're the only person that can get revenge, not me?

It doesn't work like this, motherfucker! Look at you!

What the fuck? This is messy. This is how we get caught!

Let's go. Get a fucking rag.

Everything all right up there?

Fuck!

Come on, come on, come on. We outta here.

Got an exit in the front. Let's go. Come the fuck on!

- Fuck! Let's go. - Come on. Come on!

I better not be made a fool.

Come on. Can you have some confidence in your man?

There he is. Look, this is the guy Monet and Tariq said

is Carter's right hand.

He knows where the bodies are buried.

And they said he's for sale.

All you gotta do is make him an offer

better than Carter's, and we're good.

We know your operation.

You've been taking cuts from drug dealers.

Detective Carter's who we want.

Where's my 50K for this meeting?

Once you agree to turn on Carter

and report him to your superiors,

you'll get another 500 K.

Nah, that's fuckin' chump change.

The reach is global, right?

So that's not nearly enough.

What do you have in mind?

Seven figures up front and ongoing payments.

Maybe.

Ain't that a bitch.

Greedy motherfucker.

I could not believe when the hospital called.

Believe it.

You won't be getting rid of me.

Did I scare you?

I thought I lost you.

Oh. Here is your phone back.

Thank you.

All I remember is...

this gets me in trouble.

Easy access.

I don't want any more of that tainted shit ever again.

Well... you don't have to worry about that anymore

because I took care of it.

What do you mean?

He's never gonna sell you bad shit ever again.

Or anyone else.

Brayden, I hope...

You didn't...

Like, that's my job, to protect you.

He almost fuckin' killed you. Fuck that guy.

But he didn't.

I-I'm still here.

I didn't want that.

Brayden, that's not my idea of love.

It's okay. No one's gonna find out.

If battling an illness my entire life has taught me anything,

it's that life itself is precious.

I can't...

I can't have this kind of guilt.

You can go now, please.

Denise, I got this.

You gotta trust me.

You on the phone?

No.

Thought I saw you talking to somebody.

No. What's up?

You're not gonna fuckin' believe this.

Noma tried to flip me.

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

- This bitch. How'd she find you? - I don't fucking know.

You know that shit ain't happenin' though.

What she offer you?

A lot of money.

I didn't take anything.

So how do you wanna handle this?

Agree to the deal

with the caveat that you must meet in person

for the first payment.

Alone.

Cool?

I got you.

I am putting the finishing touches on your social media.

I just need you to look at 'em.

I have backdated your posts.

I just need a professional picture for your work history

and then you can let me know

what you think about it when it's done.

I don't care about this shit.

I care about you, Effie.

What am I supposed to say to that, Cane?

I don't know. Maybe show me you have a fucking pulse.

A pulse? A fucking pulse.

Why the fuck does everybody say that?

You shoulda told me. Why didn't you?

I didn't know she was gonna wave the ring in your fucking face.

Listen, she's just trying to make it seem

like something that it's not.

That's not what I asked you.

It's business.

There we go.

I can deal with that.

But we were supposed to be friends,

and you were supposed to have my back.

And for a minute,

I thought you were the one person that understood me.

-I do. -You don't.

And that's been the problem my entire fucking life.

Effie is always looking out for Effie.

What happened to "You do this one thing for Noma

and you're off the hook"?

I don't get why it feels like

I'm always being backed into a fucking corner

where I gotta prove how I feel.

You the one that's leaving to go do some robot shit

with some lame-ass nigga.

No, don't do that.

That's a cop-out and you know it.

I got you. All right, no matter what, I got you.

That's all I ask.

Now can you show me my page that you created?

I don't know...

Detective Carter.

What an unexpected pleasure.

Nico couldn't make it, so...

you're stuck with me.

Noma.

I've been riding with Nico for as long as I can remember.

So what you did is a...

serious violation.

Where I'm from, that requires, uh... consequences.

I can respect that.

But when you're surrounded by enemies,

you resort to whatever weapons you have handy.

Enemies?

Tariq St. Patrick and Monet Tejada

said you're after me.

You're an unfamiliar face.

I wanted to know what you were about.

Yeah, they didn't put it so kindly.

That's ironic.

They said some unflattering things

about you as well.

Like you...

planning to bribe a government official.

Is that what they told you?

Common enemy.

Why not common goal?

I'm listening.

I don't want any more trouble from the NYPD

and your illustrious task force.

You've been using the people who work for me.

Why not work with me

and cut out the annoying middle bitches?

I can offer you so much more.

And I'm sure there's so many things you can do for me.