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Previously on Power...

Once you get in bed with Stern,
it's near impossible to get out.

But if you and I work hard,
we can beat him to the punch.

Stern and Madeline are getting a divorce.

Why do you think he's been out of the
country so much? Hiding his assets.

I just want you to know that I'm
here for you, you and the kids.

I'm here to let you know the due date's
been pushed up, so now I'm pushing.

Tommy here will contact you
about pickups. Let's get paid.

Ghost and Tommy had a meeting, the
whole group. You weren't invited.

I got something for you.
It's my grandmother's.

If I don't prove James is Ghost,

Tommy's gonna take the hit.

See you here tomorrow night.

Your money, new ID, and train ticket.

The Feds called me in for questioning.

I can save us by giving them Ghost.

Are you out of your fucking mind? Holly!

Angela is close to arresting Tommy.

She loves you, so she will protect you.

You keep fucking that bitch
until I tell you to stop.

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So, are you fucking her yet?

If you want to control her mind,

you need to control her body.

If you hitting it right,

we may have a shot at staying out of jail.

What am I saying?

Of course you're hitting it right.

That was never your problem.

Thank you.

Angela talked to Holly.

What'd the bitch tell her?

I don't know, but I'll find out.

You better.

Tasha, I could have come
to the house to talk.

No, you couldn't have.

You gonna talk to Holly?

No need. She's gone.

I need to find out if
she told Tommy anything.

With her out of the
picture, he's unpredictable.

Got Lobos collecting any
day now, Stern's up my ass...

I asked for my bacon crispy.

These people don't listen.

Look, Lobos I get.

But after we pay him,

we still got the biggest problem... Angela.

And you keeping her happy
enough not to arrest you.

Angela isn't that simple, Tasha.

Great sex ain't gonna keep
her from thinking for herself.

Then you need to outthink her

just like you did me.

Shut the fuck up!

This is Holly. You know what to do.

Fuck.

Okay.

Fuck.

Ghost.

What's up, kid?

What's up, man?

Just about to go on a run.

- To see who?
- Dre.

Oh, word.

You all right? You had a rough night?

Huh?

Where's Holly?

We, uh... man, we had a fight.

Well, she'll come back, right?

I mean, what female can
stay away from old Tommy Tom?

I know that's right.

Make that bitch beg when she come back.

- That's my motherfucker.
- Yeah.

But seriously, you okay?

Looks like you need some sleep, man.

Pssh, not even, man.

I'm... I'm a hund'ed.

- All right. Okay.
- For real.

Nah, but for real, I gotta...
I gotta head out

to this meeting, meet up with Dre.

You know, let him know that the...

schedule's been moved up.

Why don't you let me handle that?

We got Lobos and a whole lot
of other big shit coming up.

I need your head right.

- Thank you.
- Always.

Clean up a bit.

Fuck you.

_

Thomas Patrick Egan.

Never heard his name before.

Not one of our usual suspects
this time, Ms. Valdes.

Your Honor, the government believes

the affidavit before you demonstrates

sufficient probable cause
for Mr. Egan's arrest.

May I question my witness,

Special Agent Gregory Knox,

the lead investigator on
our Felipe Lobos task force?

Proceed. I'm all ears.

Agent Knox, who is Thomas Egan

and what is his relationship

to the subject under investigation?

We believe Thomas Patrick Egan

is Lobos' New York distributor

known on the street as Ghost.

Our goal is to apprehend Egan

and pressure him to testify against Lobos.

We have strong evidence
to support that Mr. Egan

is responsible for the killing

of a confidential informant, Nomar Arcielo,

who was working for us
within Egan's network.

We believe Egan discovered Arcielo

was working for us and killed him.

Agent Knox, what was
Arcielo's dying declaration?

He said Ghost was the man that stabbed him.

And if you want an
arrest warrant for Ghost,

I'll sign one right now, but
what exactly is your evidence

that Thomas Patrick Egan is this Ghost?

His car near the scene of a murder?

A voice on a tape?

Any photographs to prove

that Egan was actually driving his car

at the time of its location
at the Ruiz hideout?

No, Your Honor, but the
frequency of these occurrences

leads us to believe there is no doubt...

Were his fingerprints

at the scene of the
murder of Nomar Arcielo?

- Blood, DNA of any kind?
- No.

Your Honor, there's
enough in this affidavit

to grant us a warrant.

It's just an arrest, not a trial.

I am fully aware of the
government's burden here, Ms. Valdes.

The question is, are you?

Do you have a witness

who can prove Egan is Ghost

or that Ghost exists at all?

I'll watch Egan, see what I can find.

As for a witness, all we have

is Egan's girlfriend, Holly Weaver.

Unfortunately, when the
Ohio warrant vanished,

our leverage against her went with it.

You saw her, Greg. You know she won't flip.

I also know you're still talking to her.

You heard Schepisi.

Only Holly can get us what we need.

I'll find her.

Good. I'll stay on Egan.

Who knows? Maybe he'll slip up.

Holly Elizabeth Weaver.

Age is 25. Eyes... blue.

Hair is red.

Is she considered to be armed or dangerous?

- No, not armed.
- Good.

Not dangerous, if you
don't count her mouth.

Hey, didn't we look for this girl before?

I requested a trace on her cell.

Right. It was in a garbage can somewhere.

And you think this girl's still alive?

I got information that she left town.

If she is out there, we will find her.

Call me as soon as you get anything.

You got it.

Stay in the car, Shawn.

Finally get to meet the man.

- He left you in charge, right?
- Yeah.

Good. I'm gonna need that
money sooner than later.

- You can handle that?
- Shit.

Gonna leave me broker than a
motherfucker, but you the boss.

We play by your rule.

Let's walk, man. How you know Special K?

I met him on the inside.

He was an old head, you know what I mean?

Kept his distance from us youngsters,

but when I got jumped...

That motherfucker was right there, man.

He saved your life.

He said y'all ran the
streets together, though.

You didn't stay long. You got out.

You want to get out of the hood?

I mean, doesn't everybody?

Not Kanan.

Offered him a job. He said, "No, thanks."

Went right back to them streets.

Some people, you know,

only believe in what they can see.

I can see you,

and you ain't from here no more.

I got a little girl, you know.

Would be good if she grew up

and didn't remember living here at all.

You got ambition.

No doubt.

Hey, Tasha. What's up?

- Shawn, are you alone?
- Yeah, for a minute. Why?

I need to know if that woman
has ever been in the house.

Angela? Nah, I never took her there.

Wait. She's been in the car?

I guess you saying Kanan can't
teach me how to get out the hood.

I'm saying he trusts you,
so he'll keep you close,

tell you everything he's thinking.

Nah.

He don't tell me everything.

He got somebody else for that.

All right, bet.

I'm gonna get you your
money when you come back.

A pleasure.

Have you ever left her alone in the car?

- No. Why?
- Are you sure?

I know Ghost had you driving
her around everywhere.

Shit, I gotta go.

Okay, well, I need you
to bring that car by here

as soon as you take Ghost to Truth.

Yeah, okay. I will.

Going to the club now, Uncle G?

We're almost done with the house.

Looking clean.

No bugs or listening devices.

Well, um...

maybe you guys can go grab some coffee

and come back, because there's one
other place I need you to check.

Sure. Guys.

Mm-hmm.

This fucking bitch again.

Hey, yo, I think that car over there

has driven by twice already.

- The blue one?
- Yeah.

With the old lady driving?

Come on, dawg. You tripping.

Relax.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're right.

I ain't never processed
this much money in my life,

and now they want to move it?

It's just been a little wild.

Keep your mouth shut, though.

You don't want to end up on the
wrong side of this motherfucker.

Look, now, we never had a problem
with the Wash and Fold before.

What makes you think we gotta move
all the money out of here right now?

- Call it a hunch.
- All at once?

I'm just thinking it's probably smarter

if you move it a little bit at a time.

I ain't paying you to think.

We gotta get this shit out of here,

split it up, get all our
eggs out of one basket.

Oh, hey.

There you are.

Look, uh...

What are you doing over there?

Used to be my office, Kantos.

Just needed something I left
in what used to be my desk.

Oh.

All right.

Anyway, listen, the other night

when we had a couple drinks,
I was way out of line.

I really shouldn't have been
talking about Stern's divorce.

Doesn't affect me one way or another.

Still, I...

It's a private matter, all right?

Don't worry.

I won't blow you up with your boss.

- Thanks.
- You got it.

I'm gonna work on the deposits.

Here's my time card, James.

- Thank you.
- Oh, hey, Dominique.

You change your hair?

You look... good.

Thanks.

- All right, perfect.
- Just a signature's all I need.

All right. Well, thank you.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

Oh, Shawn, can you give him your keys?

Hey, what's going on?

What, you think Angela
put something in the car?

Why would she do that?

I was hoping she left something behind,

proof that she and Ghost are fucking.

I might need it.

You can't tell Ghost any of this, okay?

You can't tell him anything that I do,

even if he asks directly.

Tasha... you can trust me.

Okay, if we're gonna do this,

we need to be very careful.

Anything that happens between us,

you have to keep it a secret.

You cannot make a mistake.

I won't make a mistake.

Tasha, I'm ready to do whatever
it takes to be with you.

Good.

Come on, move your fucking feet.

Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.

Hey, J, you ever get molested
in one of these things?

Shit, I try to block that day out.

I do, too, but I can't.

Father Maloney's hands, they were so soft.

Fuck.

What do you want me to do, man?

Well, you ain't gonna outrun
'em in this piece of shit.

And none of y'all strapped?

No? Good. Pull over.

Yo, V...

smile, motherfucker.

Don't give him a reason to shoot.

You ever hear of probable cause, Officer?

Come on, T, don't fuck with the officer.

He's got plenty of probable cause.

- And what's that?
- DWB.

Driving while black,

on account of my friend over there.

Sorry, Officer. I'll never
drive while black again.

Cute.

But this van was identified

as a vehicle used in the
commission of a crime.

I will be searching it.

Beautiful. You gonna arrest us

for having dirty drawers, or can we go?

Well, what's up, James?

Any news on our resident cocksucker Stern?

The cocksucker's out of the country,
but I want to ask you a question.

You keep your own books,
do your own accounting?

Not since I signed up for the team.

Stern sent this asshole
over to handle all of that.

I'm blackballed from my own affairs.

Same fucking problem here,

except the asshole in
question used to work for me.

I'm totally shut out, man.

I think there's something
they don't want us to know.

You ever heard of something called Ravenna?

No, can't say that I have.

Well, that name's been popping
up everywhere over here.

My lease says "Ravenna
Holdings" all of a sudden,

but I haven't met one soul

this whole time from Ravenna,

not even a lawyer.

I'll look into it, Lee.

You made me a promise, James.

You better follow through.

Have a good night, man.

Come in.

Hey.

We're running low on bottles of Effen.

I need to go to the storeroom to restock,

thought maybe you could help.

Where's James?

It's his job to keep the liquor stocked.

He's really busy,

so I thought I'd ask the boss.

A good divorce attorney is
part forensic accountant,

part psychologist, and part attack dog.

You trust me with your secrets,

and I promise to protect your interests

with my dying breath.

You make that speech a lot.

It's usually effective.

Not on you, huh?

I got a pretty fine-tuned
bullshit detector.

Well, at least, I thought I did.

I looked over the documents you sent.

Is this everything?

Yeah, that's it...

our wills, trust funds
for the kids, our prenup.

You know what's in here.

If you instigate the divorce,

you leave with nothing.

I know.

That's why I hired you.

I'm sure you think I was
pretty stupid to sign it.

When you signed this, you
were 20 years old, in love.

You had no idea what you were doing.

But I have to admit this kind of agreement

can be hard to break.

You said your husband

was living outside the home?

Yeah, I kicked him out.

There are some women in your situation

who choose to work within the marriage.

That might be the better option for you.

You mean stay married to him?

You live completely separate lives,

but you keep the joint
bank account and the status.

As long as he lets you
keep the family residence,

it can work out.

If you hire me, Tasha,

I will try to break this prenup,

but I can't make any guarantees.

If you pursue this divorce,

you could end up with nothing.

Ange.

You found something that quick?

Well, actually, it's
about what I didn't get.

Ms. Holly Elizabeth Weaver

hasn't used a credit card.

She hasn't made an ATM withdrawal

or so much as bought a box of
tampons in the past 36 hours.

She hasn't crossed the border into Canada.

She hasn't boarded a plane.

Maybe her purse got stolen.

If so, she didn't call the bank or
the credit card company to report it.

She either ditched her purse,

or she is somewhere
lotioning up for Buffalo Bill.

- Or...
- She's dead.

At her age, most likely.

Ange, are you okay?

Yeah. She is...

was an important witness, that's all.

Who was she supposed to
be testifying against?

Hey, you're a pleasant surprise.

We need to talk now.

And you're upset.

Sit down. I need to see your eyes.

What's this about?

I'm gonna show you. Sit down.

I know Holly Weaver's dead, Jamie.

- Angie, I...
- I know what you told me...

a lie so that Tommy could
get away with murder.

- She left town.
- Right.

To a magical place

where ATMs and credit cards don't exist.

Even if you did give her money,

there'd still be a trail, a hotel receipt,

a plane ticket, something.

I know why he did it.

Fuck it, I'm probably responsible.

He killed her because I asked
her to testify against him.

I asked her to testify about this.

And this.

You think Tommy had
something to do with this?

Tommy killed her because
I asked her to explain

what his car was doing here...

and here.

You asked Holly to testify against Tommy?

You wouldn't testify against him,

so I asked her.

Did you think I was gonna give up, Jamie?

You know me better than that.

I asked her to testify about this.

I knew this kid from the neighborhood.

Rolla, right?

Yeah, Rolla.

He was killed the night
of the big snowstorm

a couple of months ago.

How did you know him?

If you hadn't left the neighborhood, Angie,

you would have known him, too.

He was a good kid. It's a shame.

Tommy wouldn't have done that.

He wouldn't have done any of it,

and he didn't kill Holly.

Bullshit.

You know he did it,

or you know who he asked to do it for him.

Tell me, Jamie.

Tell me right now what the
fuck happened to Holly Weaver.

Tell me right now,

or I'm gonna walk out of here,

and you're never gonna see me again.

Fine.

Good-bye, Jamie.

Angie, wait.

I wasn't lying

and I can prove it.

When Holly left town,
she left with a fake ID.

That's why you can't find her.

She's traveling under
the name Monica Moore.

- Are you serious?
- I'm a club owner, Angie.

I can get a fake ID.

She wanted to disappear,
so I made it happen.

But now you'll find her, I promise.

Holly's alive.

What's wrong?

Is Estelle here?

She's asleep.

The kids, too.

Okay, so then what's the problem?

What did the divorce attorney say?

She says that she's not
sure she can break my prenup.

She reminded me that if I leave Ghost,

I could end up with nothing.

But if you leave him,
then we'll be together.

I'll take care of you.

Me and three kids and my mama?

I'll figure it out, Tasha.

Shawn, we can't be together,
not like that, anyway.

Sneaking around, trying not to get caught.

This is the best we're gonna do.

You need to listen to me, okay?

- I have more to lose than you do.
- No, you don't.

Ghost ain't gonna kill you
if he finds out about us.

I don't need you to be my man, okay?

I'm gonna have to be
my own man from now on.

No, you don't.

I know you don't want to wake the kids.

Should we go back to the car?

Every penny accounted for.

It's always good doing
business with you, V�bora.

Aren't you forgetting something?

Ah...

_

I'm not looking for a smoke, Ghost.

I'm looking for the time
and place of your Lobos meet.

That's what I meant when I said
I wanted a seat at the table.

You're right, Lobos
and I did not get along,

but that doesn't mean he should be unaware

of my importance to the organization.

He should learn some respect.

I don't have a time nor a place.

Jefe hasn't given me any details.

But when I know, you know.

I plan to hold you to that.

_

We're good.

- It all there?
- Yeah, but I ain't gonna bullshit you, man.

This turnaround hurt.

- I'm gonna need that re-up soon.
- I hear that.

I got it, all right?

Later.

Yo, so where do we take this drop to?

To the fucking Wash
and Fold. What you mean?

Nah, we bugged out of that.

We moved all the money
out of the Wash and Fold?

- Why?
- Tommy had a hunch.

He wasn't wrong either.

Our van got searched on the way out.

We didn't have shit in it, but still.

Sure it wasn't a random stop?

Cops went straight for the bags.

Where's the money now?

It's in transit.

Good work, J.

Let's go.

I need you to try again.

Use the same picture,
same height, same weight,

but this time, try the name Monica Moore.

Monica Moore is a really common name.

I mean, this could take a while.

Call me when you get something,

even if it's in the middle of the night.

I don't care. Wake me the fuck up.

Hey, Ghost! Come here.

- Get over here.
- Where the hell have you been?

You ducking my calls?

No. I can't talk on the phone.

Tommy, where are we going?

- They could be listening to us.
- They who?

No, they're closing in on us,

and it's too fucking late to go anywhere.

They know where we keep our money.

We got pulled over today for no reason.

The cop went through our bags.

They didn't find shit,
but he knew where to look.

Tommy, I told you I had all of
this under control, didn't I?

You moving money around and
shit puts us more at risk.

You gotta keep your head low, man.

We get the money from our primeras.

We turn it over to Lobos,
then we have options.

Angela is way closer than you think, Ghost.

Way closer. You can't stop her.

You and I own the Wash and Fold legally.

Operative fucking word, legally.

Public record. You look
it up in the phone book,

there it is, Wash and Fold.

If the Feds show up at
the goddamn warehouse,

then we have a fucking problem.

- Oh, yeah.
- Angela ain't got proof

of who we are or what the fuck we do.

If she did, we'd be
arrested a long time ago.

We gotta just stay cool, man,

act like nothing happened.

Trust me. I got a plan.

- It'll all work out.
- I trust you.

It's her I don't trust.

She's the problem, G.

You been fucking her this whole time,

telling her you're gonna leave Tasha.

Well, you did. You left Tasha.

And she's still coming
after us. Don't you get it?

When you gonna realize you ain't in control

of this situation no more?

No plan of yours is gonna stop her

till she gets what she fucking wants.

Tasha, I need to see
you. It's an emergency.

Where are the kids?

You said it was an emergency,

so I sent them out with Mama.

We got a problem with Tommy.

I think he's gonna try to kill Angela.

- Good!
- I'm serious. Come on.

Tasha, he'll listen to you.

I need you to get him under control.

I know what I'm asking you to do.

You have no idea.

I was a good wife.

I helped you.

I loved you.

I trusted you.

So I signed a piece of paper

that said if I leave
you, I don't get a dime.

Why are you looking at our prenup again?

Why the fuck do you think?

I couldn't risk a divorce.

You knew everything.

You know everything.

As long as you remain my wife,

then you can't testify against me.

Testify against you?

I wouldn't do that to the kids.

I didn't want to give you a choice.

So now you got us all hooked
into you and your shit.

So if you go down, we all go down.

Fuck you, Ghost.

I got a plan, Tasha, okay?

But Angela's gotta remain
alive for it to work.

If Tommy kills Angela,

then the entire force of the
FBI comes raining down on us.

We lose everything, you lose everything,

the children lose everything.

Look around, Tash.

All of it, gone.

Or you can trust me

and help me see this through to the end.

You got something?

So a redheaded Monica Moore

just checked into a seedy
motel outside of Scranton.

- Scranton?
- The girl matches the description.

- Text me the address.
- Okay. Bye.

- Tommy.
- What the fuck are you doing?

I know what you're about to do, okay?

Then you should let me do it,

- you of all people.
- I know everything.

As much as I want this bitch dead, too,

now is not the time.

He send you?

Yeah,

but he was right this time.

Fucking Ghost.

He's everywhere.

_

Mrs. Stern.

James.

You can tell Simon I will in no way

capitulate to any of his demands.

He wasted your time sending you here.

You don't understand. I know how you feel.

Excuse me?

That's the most ridiculous
thing I've ever heard.

You were young when you met him.

He's not the man you thought he was.

You gave him your whole life,

and now he's abandoned you.

You want him to burn.

So do I.

What do you want?

I have good reason to
believe that Simon has been

skimming from the clubs, hiding assets.

And I don't have proof
yet, but I know he's working

with an outside company, Ravenna.

Ravenna?

That sick bastard.

What is it?

Our daughter's name.

I didn't know you had kids.

We don't.

She died, 10 days old.

I'm sorry.

Ravenna's not an outside company.

That's Simon. I can promise you that.

Well, then he's hiding money
from you and properties.

But that could also be a trick.

I wouldn't put it past Simon to
send you here with this story.

I wouldn't put it past him either,

but you should get your lawyers

to check out what I'm saying...

his travel out of the
country, bank accounts.

If I'm wrong, no foul.

But if I'm right...

well, if I'm right,

you and I could help each other out.

Would you do that for me?

For yourself?

Nah, nah.

I'm gonna call you back.

- Give me the phone.
- Uncle G, I was just talking to my mom.

You been acting like a punk kid,

hanging up the phone every
time you see me coming.

What the fuck is going on, Shawn?

Give me the fucking phone.

Where's your father? Where's Kanan?

- I don't know.
- That's bullshit.

You ain't never kept a secret from me

till that motherfucker got out of jail.

Now where is he?

I honestly don't know, Uncle G.

You tell him if he doesn't show up

or you can't make him show up,

I don't have any use for you,
not for another fucking minute.

I can't trust you.

You understand what I'm saying?

Take your fucking phone.

You should have let me kill her.

Nah, Ghost says that he needs Angela alive

for his plan to work.

But as soon as this is over,

that bitch is catching a bullet

from my gun, not yours.

That is why I love you, T.

You a stone-cold bitch!

Hey.

Here. Here.

Buy yourself a drink.

And mind your own fucking "bidness."

Ah, Holly could have been like you, T.

She had it in her.

That's the first time
in my life I could, like,

see down the road.

Like a kid with her.

Stay right there.

What you doing?

Try not to look like a sad puppy.

Hi. You see my friend over there?

He just had his heart broken...

Bartender, can I get
another round over here!

- Yeah.
- Yeah, let's go.

Tommy, I think you've had a lot to drink.

Yeah?

Meghan and Sarah here

will make sure you get home safe.

Oh, yeah.

Hey.

What about me?

What about you?

I'll take care of you.

No, you got way more dick than I did.

I want more fucking dick.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I got an idea.

How 'bout you shut the fuck up?

Fuck you.

That's it. Party's over.

Get the fuck out of here.

- What?
- Get the fuck out of here.

- Asshole.
- Take your shit.

Get fucking out of here.

At least give me some fucking coke, then.

Want some fucking blow?
Here, take your fucking blow.

Jesus.

Hey, wait.

Here, take this fucking mutt with you.

Get out of here.

No, no, no, no. Come back. Come back.

Give me the dog. But...

Get out of here.

Who the fuck is it?

I've got a gun!

And herpes, so you should find

some other girl to mess with.

Well, at least we both know

you don't have a gun, Holly.

You've got the wrong room.

Look, I can get the state
troopers to open the door,

but I think you'd rather just talk to me.

How the fuck did you find me here?

You really fucked me, Holly.

You fucked me first.

That's how I ended up here.

What happened? Why'd you run?

I didn't have a choice...

because of you.

You told Tommy what I wanted?

He asked me where I was

the whole fucking day
you had me in custody.

Couldn't come up with a good enough lie.

He threw me out.

I was worried. I thought you were dead.

Well, I could have been, thanks to you.

I was lucky to get out of there

before he put my head
through a fucking wall.

You could have called me.

You told me you wouldn't
help me without the gun,

so I went to your boyfriend.

He helped me get away from Tommy.

The fake-name thing was his idea,

in case Tommy looked for me.

If James is Ghost, why would he help you?

Why would you go to him for help?

I lied.

Excuse me? You told me he was Ghost.

You come to me with a story

about Tommy being a drug dealer.

Looks like you have proof. I don't know.

You said you were looking
for someone named Ghost.

I recognized you.

I knew you knew James.

When I said it, I saw your face.

You bought in.

And then you wouldn't let it go,

so I figured I could save
Tommy and save myself.

Turns out I could only save one of us.

I pick me.

So you're completely done with Tommy?

You don't care what happens to him?

No, I don't.

So then tell me about his
relationship with Felipe Lobos.

I know you know something.

I'm not gonna tell you shit.

Get the fuck out of here.

I never want to see you again.

Okay.

Well, if you change your mind,

you know where to find me.

Good luck, Holly.

It's Monica now.

Fuck.

She bought it.

I heard everything.

There's a Western Union
about a mile from the motel.

Be there in an hour.

I'm sending you enough

for you to disappear for good.

Good-bye, Holly.

Good-bye, Ghost.

Seems like you made the
wrong turn somewhere, playboy.

Yeah, well, I grew up
around here, all right?

So don't forget that.

Looks like you already have.

Where's my father at, man?

He ain't been answering my calls
and I know he's been talking to you.

I ain't heard from that nigga, man.

Maybe he's done with New York
for a while. What's up, bro?

Well, tell him that Lobos is
coming into town, all right?

Maybe that'll change his mind.

There she is.

For you.

Thanks.

- Nice place.
- Thanks.

I can see why Simon
wanted to take it from you.

Your information checked out.

With proof I can destroy
him in this divorce.

- You said you had documentation?
- I will.

I have to get some papers in
Florida, actually, some other places.

May take a minute, but I'll come through.

I'll stall my attorneys.

And what do you want in exchange?

Well, you said it.

It's a nice place.

It's my place.

I want it back.

So I put a little extra in here for you.

All right?

- Hey, Julio.
- Yo.

What the fuck's going on, man?

First all these hits.

Now the police searching our shit?

If there was something
that we needed to know,

Tommy would have told us, all right?

He was right about moving the shit out

and he was right about dividing it up.

Now y'all know where the fuck you're going?

- Yeah.
- Let's go.

Get to work.

Yo, the news you were waiting for

just walked through the front door, man.

Buy yourself a bus ticket, nigga,

'cause you need to get back in town ASAP.

Felipe.

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New Jersey.

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Teterboro.

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New York.

I found Holly Weaver.

Or should I say Monica Moore?

What did she say?

That you helped her get away from Tommy.

I wouldn't be here otherwise.

So we can stop with all this drama

about me being a liar
and trying to trick you?

Yes.

That doesn't mean I'm gonna
stop trying to arrest Tommy.

You need to know that.

I know that.

You won't stop until Tommy's in jail

for nothing.

It's not actually Tommy I'm after.

Just the man he works for...

Felipe Lobos.

Sounds like the new announcer
for "S�bado Gigante."

Soy Felipe Lobos.

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Angie Valdes.

Hi, it's me.

What do I need to do?

The EID...

is 1-5-6-S as in Sam-4-4.

The MID is...

0-0-X-Y-Q-9-4-4.

That's all I need to make a clone?

Okay.

Should I send the text now?

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