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I'll be all right
when I get back on my feet.

Pass me them pills.

So you told Jukebox to move to D.C.

and accept who she really is?

It's probably why she looks
up to you so much.

You killed two people
right in front of me.

I think I should walk away.

We're talking about one job here.

Well, whatever you got
going, I want in on it.

The drugs we gave you
have been stepped on.

I need you to right this wrong.

I had a meeting with Karen Bassett.

She's interested in putting
one of my clubs

in a new space she's opening.

I know you can run a club,

but who is James St. Patrick?

The only other person who could
confirm that St. Patrick

is the distributor is Vibora Ruiz.

I was hoping maybe you could
use some of your DEA contacts,

help me find him.

All right.

They're saying Tariq brought
a gun to school.

The gun is registered
to an Angela Valdes.

My kids won't be staying at
that bitch's house again.

Tasha.

I'm glad you two are
getting along so well together.

We're getting shit set up.

I want to know what you
are doing about Ghost.

Lobos killed our dog, Tommy.

Next time it's gonna be you or me.

Nothing's gonna happen to us.

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So did you take care of everything
with the, uh, principal?

I'm gonna be volunteering at
the school a couple days a week,

and Tariq starts therapy tomorrow.

Yeah, I wonder what kind of
questions they're gonna ask him.

I don't know,

but I'll make sure that he knows
which ones not to answer.

Oh, the therapist's office
is across town.

I can take him, but I'm gonna
need you to pick him up.

Can't tomorrow.

Got a big meeting about the
club that I can't reschedule.

Tariq needs to know that
he's a priority in your life.

Providing for you and
the kids is a priority,

which is why I can't miss the meeting.

The kids appreciate
all that you do for them,

but you need to show
your face around here

every once in a while.

And if they can't come here,
how am I supposed to see them?

You can see them any time you want

as long as it ain't at Angela's.

I don't need Raina coming home
with a fucking switchblade.

Jamie, I'm so sorry.

This is all my fault.

The last thing I'd ever want to do

is keep you away from your kids.

What's done is done, Ange.

Just got to figure out
a way to make it all work.

Are you comfortable with
the kids coming back here?

Yeah, of course I am.

You made a mistake, Ange.

I mean, it won't happen again.

No, it won't.

Paz is coming over for dinner tonight.

You want me to cancel?

It just seems like bad timing
with everything that's going on.

No, no, don't cancel.

It's important to you, so...

it's important to me.

Thank you, Jamie.

Oh, fuck yeah.

Oh, fuck.

Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

I want you to call Tasha.

Set up a meet.

I need her to sign some paperwork.

Hey, how did things go
with Tariq the other night?

He didn't show.

Ghost did.

Another Ghost trick.

You didn't do it?

I thought I was gonna
be hooping with Tariq.

I didn't have my fucking piece on me.

Maybe there's another way.

What would that be?

Like, maybe you could...

hire somebody.

I don't know.

Just might make things
a little easier, you know?

Last time we outsourced
to the Jamaicans,

shit didn't go over well.

Besides, Lobos told me to do it.

Then I guess you better do it.

But not right now.

I got to meet with the Koreans.

They're ready to pay us.

So is Father Callahan.

He said that his choir boys
already sold half of their shit.

Our product's like a sore dick, baby.

You can't beat it.

I'll talk to you later, baby.

18th Street Women's Wellness Clinic.

This is Rachel. How can I help you?

Yeah, hi, I'd like to schedule
an appointment.

Or, um...

come in and discuss my options.

The ice is gonna be on
the move sooner than expected.

We got to do the lick tomorrow.

Dirt, you're running point on entry

and handling the silent alarm.

Critical, you're gonna be
holding down the crowd.

Light up anyone who gives you shit.

We don't have time
for folks mouthing off,

and I don't want any hostages.

They always fuck shit up.

Doc, you're gonna be
smashing and grabbing.

Pssh. No doubt.

Frog, you...

Who's this nigga?

Family, Frog.

This has all the back roads
in case things go sideways.

Yeah, well since Wookie got popped,

who's snatching the ice?

- I am.
- Don't know about that.

We don't need no gimpanzee
fucking up our shit.

Watch your mouth, nigga.

You have no idea who you talking to.

Y'all both can shut the fuck up.

I decide who the fifth man's gonna be.

Go home.

I'll be in touch.

Juke, I ain't 100%,
but I can hold a gun.

You sure about that?

I send you in there, I need to know

you ain't gonna juke that trigger.

I bet you can't even jerk off yet.

Hey, get me a piece.

I want to go out back,
squeeze off a few rounds.

You not hearing her right.

What if Jukebox comes in?

Let me worry about that.

Jukebox don't think you can jerk off.

Is she right?

Nah, son.

You ain't about to smash.

This is about your hands.

Good.

Good, good.

Now, you can't be having all the fun.

- So I guess he's ready, huh?
- His hands work...

Both of them.

I'm gonna take a shower.

I put my top guys on
your personal detail.

They've been running
full-spectrum surveillance

on you, tailing you here,
and your apartment,

to your wife's place,
and despite your concerns,

there doesn't appear to
be anyone following you.

Well, that's good to hear.

Thank you for all your hard work.

Uh, you and your guys have
been rock solid, all right?

And I appreciate you having my back.

Usually when someone hires
personal security,

it's to thwart a specific threat.

Is there a person we should anticipate?

If it's predictable, it's preventable.

Club business...

is simply competitive.

When you have something
that everybody wants,

it's easy to create enemies.

The cost of having it all, right?

No doubt.

Well, how do you want to proceed
with your personal detail,

Mr. St. Patrick?

I'd like you guys to stay
on me a while longer.

Just to be safe.

Right. Just to be safe.

Is he in jail?

No.

- Is he dead?
- No, Tasha, Jamie is fine.

I got Tariq's record expunged.

The school reported
the incident to the NYPD.

I know Tariq is a good kid,
so I called in a favor.

It'll be like it never happened.

Tasha, I'm sorry.

This is my fault.

It was the least I could do.

Yeah.

The least.

But you know you didn't do it for Tariq.

Sure as hell didn't do it for me.

You did this for Ghost.

And as long as you
stay in this thing with him,

you're gonna be doing for Ghost
the rest of your life.

Good-bye.

That's a nice shave.

It's as smooth as my ball sack.

We run out too fast.

Yeah, next shipment's arrived.
It's full weight.

What about the extra
keys you promised me?

I'm a man of my word.

You'll get them as long as we
don't run into no more problems

like last time.

The problem has been taken care of.

_

I'm sorry for the misunderstanding.

It won't happen again.

Good.

You did me a solid, man.

Those aliases you gave
me on Vibora Ruiz paid off.

He's in San Diego.
I'm flying out tonight.

Nice.

You need DEA backup on this thing?

Should I call my guys,

have them meet you on-site, lend a hand?

No, thanks.

Already coordinated
with San Diego PD, so...

Cool.

Well, shit, Knox.

I smell a promotion.

And unlike Angela,

you've done it without
sucking anyone's dick.

She didn't suck Mike's dick
to get on the task force.

DOJ drafted a deal.

If Ruiz takes it,

finally have a witness
to testify against Lobos.

- But Lobos is dead.
- Right.

I meant testify against Tommy Egan

and James St. Patrick.

Ruiz, he can name the whole network.

It's really too bad Lobos got
got 'cause Ruiz would've been

a direct witness against him.

When I was working UC,
I saw him talking to Lobos

with my own fucking eyes.

He would've cracked the case wide open.

Yeah.

Oh, shit, I got to go.

You let me know how it all plays out.

You call me if you need anything,

and you get it all by the book.

I don't want to see any of these
motherfuckers walking on techs.

Come on. You know it.

- Thanks a lot.
- Good luck, bro.

All right.

Sorry I'm late.

Mmm, smells delicious.

What are you making?

You went to see Tasha?

What the hell were you thinking?

After hearing your conversation
this morning

and knowing how much you miss the kids,

it seemed like the right thing to do.

I had good intentions.

I appreciate you
taking care of Tariq's record,

but you should ask me
before you go over there.

I don't need to ask
for your permission, Jamie.

Oh, yes, you do.

Especially when it comes to my wife.

You know what I mean.

No, I don't think I do.

You gonna get the door?

Paz! Entrar.

Angelita, it's so good to see you.

You too.

How are you?

Good.

You look pretty.

_

You remember Jamie.

Mm-hmm.

Qu� pasa, Paz?

Uh, good.

Can I get you some wine?

Uh, okay.

So it's been a long time.

Quite a long time.

Para ti.

Gracias.

Jamie, how nice of you to pay the rent.

Angela's always paid for her own things.

Never depended on a man before.

Jamie, why would you do that?

I had good intentions.

So what's the problem?

Isn't dinner ready?

Let's eat.

So what does that mean?

It means you won't have a record.

It means Angela made
the whole thing go away.

Dad made her do that for me?

Something like that.

Look, 'Riq,

our family's not like other families.

Not like other families at school.

Ma, I know. You tell
me this all the time.

We have to do better and be better

than the kids at school.

I'm sorry.

I know you are.

There are certain things about us

that your father and I
don't want anyone to know.

Okay?

When you go in there tomorrow
to talk to the therapist,

I just want you to answer his questions.

Don't say more than you have to.

So you want me to lie?

No, baby.

You're a smart kid.

You'll know what to do.

Whoo.

I am glad we were finally
able to do this.

I didn't think it was gonna happen.

Well, that was my fault, and I'm sorry.

Angela, I remember back in the day

when you got grounded for
sneaking out to meet Jamie.

Papi was pissed!

You remember that?

He was chasing me down the street.

Told me to never come back,

but I couldn't stay away.

Are you in contact with anyone
from the old neighborhood?

What ever happened to
that mamao, Tommy Egan?

He and I lost touch.

But enough about the past.

How's your son? How's he doing?

Junior's great.

Finishing school, looking for a job.

Congratulations. That's super cool.

What about your kids?

How'd they take the news
about your divorce?

Ah.

You're not divorced yet.

He's working on it.

Sure.

I'll be right back.

You okay, Ange?

I'm fine.

So, Paz, of course, you know,

the job market is tough right now,

but I have, uh,

an opening at a club
if Junior was interested.

Thanks, I appreciate it,
but I wouldn't want

to put my son in a awkward situation.

- What do you mean?
- Well, you know.

Just in case things don't work
out between you and Angela.

Showtime, motherfuckers.

Which one would you like to see?

That one, please.

Everybody shut the fuck up
and get on the floor now!

You!

Move it!

Get down!

Bitch, don't make me shoot you!

Let's go!

I told you to stay down!

Shut the fuck up!

Everybody shut the fuck up!

Open this shit.

Would you calm the fuck down, man?

Everybody shut up!

If you move, I'll fucking kill you!

Shut the fuck up!

The fuck?

Peace, nigga.

Hurry up!

Go! Hurry up!

Let's go.

Let's go!

The fuck happened?

Go, motherfucker.

Drive!

All available units
respond to Tivoli Jewelry

at 372 Jefferson Avenue.

Take-over robbery just occurred.

Suspects are armed and dangerous.

Suspect vehicle is a black
Suburban, no plates.

Car 41805.

I've got a black Explorer
leaving at a high rate of speed.

No plates.

Occupied by four white males

headed northeast on Jefferson Ave.

Angela.

The California case files
finally came through,

and I think I have a break in the case.

What do you got?

I found the wife of one of the victims

from your safe-house murders.

Her husband was making 50 grand
on a U.S. Marshal salary,

but now his widow
is living the high life

in a mansion in La Jolla.

That doesn't track.

It's possible the marshal had
a good life insurance policy

given his high-risk profession.

Or maybe someone's taking care
of her with hush money.

She might know something.

I've left her a message to set a call.

Let me know when you hear back from her.

Since your DJ Taj fuck-up,
I notice you been hustling

extra hard in the clubs.

Attending this meeting is your reward.

Just sit back, listen, learn.

That street shit is
second nature to you, Andre.

We got to get it
where this hustle is too.

Especially if you still
considering doing both.

Look man, I know I wasn't
getting it all at first,

but, on the real, shit's been hard

having one foot in
the hood and one foot out.

Nothing tougher than shedding
that old skin,

having to leave behind
those that ain't willing

to grow with you.

There she is.

James.

Andre, meet the lovely Karen Bassett.

- Karen, this is Andre.
- Nice to meet you.

Damn, you look banging in that dress.

Thank you.

There we are. Right on time.

One Superiority Burger for the boss lady

flown in from East Village.

- I got it right, right?
- Nice work.

Important to know the taste
of the tastemakers.

Speaking of which,
you know how excited I am

to talk about the potential
expansion of my brand

into your new hotel.

I am too, but there's one problem.

I did more research on you,
and nobody knows who you are.

Isn't that interesting,
seeing as though my name

and my clubs are mentioned
in several publications.

That's not enough.

You need to develop and manage
your brand on social media

just like everyone else.

I'll show you.

See all these owners?

Partying with their clientele.

Free bottle service
isn't enough anymore.

Regular people want to feel like celebs,

like they have access.

Give them access.

Let them feel like they know you

and they'll keep coming back for more.

No doubt.

Demand and supply.

Don't you mean supply and demand?

No, they've been teaching
that wrong for years.

You see, demand comes first,
and whoever supplies it profits.

Right.

Karen,

my brand is the mystery
of James St. Patrick.

People are intrigued by the unknown.

Look, I want to take our
relationship to the next level,

but I can't set a meeting
with my board of directors

until you get on social media.

Your brand needs a face.

I can't sell a ghost.

Vibora Ruiz.

_

_

Agent Greg Knox, FBI.

Well, this is not
what I expected from a guy

that spent three decades
building the Soldado Nation.

Guess you just had no place else to go

when Lobos forced you out, huh?

God, I bet you were pissed.

Fuck, I know I would be

if someone took away everything
I had worked for.

_

_

_

You're not safe here.

Lobos knows where you are.

We've been monitoring his communications

and we just got credible intel
that says he's got hitters

crossing the border right now
to kill you and your family.

You got two options:

you stay here and you die

or you take a deal and you
testify against Lobos.

And with him out of the way,

you could take your business back.

That's right.

Go back to work

with the FBI's blessing.

Back to your life.

I heard your father was sick.

You didn't know.

You can't always believe
what a cop says.

But Lobos' men are coming.

You want to call my bluff, fine,
but you're gonna be betting

with your life,

with your family's lives.

What's up, T?

What's up?

Hey, you got any leftovers?

Go and check for your damn self.

Holly, when you gonna learn how to cook?

Tasha, maybe you could teach her.

The way to a man's heart
is through his stomach.

I got other skills.

I know that's right.

Looks like you gonna be coming
over here to eat, Tommy.

Uncle T.

- Yo, what's up, 'Riq?
- What's up?

You feeling, man?

Good.

Uh, shouldn't you be at school?

Boy got suspended.

You need to talk some sense into him.

What's wrong with you?

Come on, son. Talk to me.

Me and you gonna have
a little talk, all right?

Last time I got suspended...

Since when does wine
get wasted with you?

I, uh...

You're not drinking.

You're about to cry for no reason.

Shit, Holly.

Please don't tell me you're...

Tommy!

I'm gonna go take Holly to check
out a new lipstick I got, okay?

Yeah, we good.

Where did you get a gun anyway?

Well, I took it out of Angela's purse.

Got to talk to some idiot therapist.

My mom doesn't want me
to tell him anything.

Your moms is right.

She's just looking out for you.

You know that, right? Right?

Yeah, I just... I just wish
they could be real with me.

They're always fake.

Like, Dad, he moved with Angela,

and I still don't know
what happened to Uncle Shawn.

It's like he could do whatever he wants

and get away with it.

Yeah, no doubt.

Listen, you got every right to be upset.

Families are supposed to stay together,

not break up.

But if I do know one thing
about your old man, Tariq,

he loves the crap out of you.

And no matter what happens,

your Uncle Tommy always got your back.

Forever.

The fuck you gonna do with a baby?

I don't know.

You ain't been in the game but a minute.

You gonna be a dealer's baby mama?

You got no clue what
you're getting yourself into.

Every time Tommy walks out that door,

he may never come back.

You think you can raise
a kid on your own?

You're doing it.

Ghost ain't dead, and my mama helps me.

Now, Kate Egan, she ain't
exactly grandma material.

Have you met her crazy ass?

No.

Does Tommy want to keep the baby?

Tommy doesn't know?

I really want to tell him.

I just...

I haven't decided if I'm keeping it yet.

I really love Tommy
and I want to be a family.

I just...

I don't know.

You can't not fucking tell him.

The baby is half his too.

If he found out you did something

without talking to him first, well,

I wouldn't want to be
you when he finds out.

I'm James St. Patrick,
the owner of Verbatim.

I want to thank y'all for
spending the night with me!

Next seven minutes, open bar!

Shit's so fucking good.

Why ain't you eating, babe?

I'm not hungry.

Mm. Have a bite.

I said I'm not hungry. Jesus.

About to be on the rag or something?

Did you ever reach out to the Jamaicans

on the Ghost thing?

No, I've been busy doing drops.

I'm not gonna go
all the way up to Queens

to that fucking restaurant
to ask them to do something

that I could do myself.

You got to be fucking kidding me.

Are you ever gonna do it?

Yo, I don't get you.

A minute ago you was busting my
balls about me not trusting you,

but now I'm getting the
sense that you're the one

who don't trust me.

So you don't believe in me, Holly?

Fuck.

Of course I believe in you.

- It's just...
- Just what?

There's something I
want to talk to you about.

Nah, fuck that. I'm done talking.

This ain't no free show.

What do you want?

Where Jukebox?

At work...

keeping the streets safe.

I got something for you.

What's this for?

Thought you could fence it.

Get your own money.

Not have to rely on Jukebox
for your shit.

Jukebox gives me everything I need.

Everything?

I ain't gonna say nothing
if you don't say nothing.

I ain't got a goddamn thing to say.

Knox.

- Welcome back.
- Good to be back, sir.

Agent Greg Knox has caught
us a very big fish,

and it is with great pleasure

that I welcome him back on the team.

Go ahead and give everyone the update.

Okay, thank you.

Well, I know we've all been
working tirelessly for months

to prosecute Felipe Lobos,
and now we finally have

the star witness we need
to lock him away for good.

I found Vibora Ruiz in San Diego.

Took some convincing and we're
gonna have to cut him a deal,

but he's agreed to testify
against Lobos,

and I think we can convince him
to give us the whole network.

This is a huge win for us, folks.

Congratulations, Greg.

- Thanks.
- Good job.

Thank you.

You know what?

You got some ratchet-ass customers

up in the shop.

Who was the girl getting a blonde weave?

Girl, you don't even know, right?

So her man's been cheating on her.

Said the other night he came home late

and she straight up told
him to pull his pants down

so she could smell his dick.

- Oh, no, she didn't.
- Yes.

And she took one whiff and
kicked his ass to the curb.

- Are you serious?
- Yes.

I told you that girl was crazy.

So what you doing?

You redecorating, T?

I thought it would be fun

trying to make this place
the way I wanted, but honestly,

I don't even know how
to pick something out.

What do you mean?

What do you like, T?

That's the problem.

I don't know what I like.

Everything in this place,
Ghost picked out.

I mean, he always made
those decisions for us.

For me.

I dress the way he liked.

I wear my hair the way he wanted me to.

I don't really remember
who I was before him.

When you first started dating Ghost,

he did change you,

and now I'm starting to get you back.

You know what I see when I look at you?

I see a bad bitch who is about
to be balling on her own,

and whenever you're ready,
any man would be lucky

to have you and spoil you rotten.

Some nigga to get you shoes you like.

Some nigga to get you bags you like.

All of that stuff.

Yo, what the fuck is this?

You carrying a piece in my shop?

'Keisha, it's our shop.

And it ain't exactly
on the Upper East Side.

I was protecting us.

You know how to use that?

Yeah, I do.

Look.

I should've told you first.

I won't bring it around
if you don't want me to.

Nah, you know what? It
probably is a good idea.

Let's just keep it out of sight

when our kids are in the shop, okay?

Fair.

You being straight with me?

You just carrying a piece to be safe?

There's nothing else going on, right?

You're my girl.

If there was something going
on, I would tell you.

You know that.

I see you with them kicks though, boy.

Leece's punk ass got lit up.

Kicks came flying off.

Motherfuckers was too clean
to go in the trash.

So you hitting up a
dead nigga for some sneakers?

Grimy nigga though.

You a grimy nigga.

Pound that.

I notice that tight-ass suit you
got on ain't no hand-me-down.

Ghost got you holding umbrellas for him?

Like that Farnsworth Bentley nigga?

Fuck nah, nigga.

I'm moving up in the ranks.

You know, he's taking me,
you know, to meetings and shit,

so it's cool.

Okay, big time.

You finally down for that
lick we talked about?

Nah, I'm good, man.

Since you so loyal to Ghost,
I got something you should know.

My gun guy told me the Koreans
bought some MAC-10s

to smoke some white nigga.

Said they gonna need a new connect.

- What, Tommy?
- No doubt, B.

Ain't no other white niggas
I know in the game.

So what's the problem?

Korean kingpin found out from Tommy

his kid was stepping on the product

and holding back his cut.

Old man got mad as fuck
and cut off his kid finger.

Kid want to take out Tommy.

When's it going down?

Tonight...

at some church or something.

All right, have a good time.

Good to see you.

Good luck with the rest of the season.

- Mr. St. Patrick.
- Yeah.

I need to talk to you in your office.

Is it about what we discussed earlier?

No, it's something different.

I need to talk to you
about Karen Bassett.

Look, Dean, I need to take this.

Hold that thought.

Andre, where the fuck are you, man?

We need to talk about what
you pulled in front of Karen.

I'm back on the block.

Yo, we need to talk.

Fuck you doing back on the block?

I told you not to go back there.

- Ghost, listen.
- I'm listening.

Word on the street, your
boy Tommy caught some beef

with the Koreans over some product.

They gonna light his ass up tonight.

Where?

Uh, some church where
the priest is crooked.

I never heard of it before.

I have.

You want me to go fuck the Koreans up?

Stop this shit before it go down?

No.

You get your ass back here.

Pick up, Tommy.

Motherfucker.

How long has it been
since your last confession?

You fucking kidding me?

Come on, Father. Give me my money.

Nice outfit.

Oh, please. Nobody can see in here.

Believe me, I could wank it.

Mrs. Flaherty would never know.

Youth group's been
working hard pushing product.

That, plus this little side
hustle I got moving guns

for this Albanian dick, Behar,

we almost got enough
saved up for a new roof.

Do you need something else?

I've been asked to do this...

thing.

I don't think I can do it.

Can you tell me what it is?

It's a big-time sin.

We're talking
ten-commandment-level shit.

There's only...

Only one commandment
which really counts.

God doesn't care if you honor
your father and your mother,

but I know you a while,

and something tells me

this wouldn't be your
first time breaking number one.

Guessing it's not what it is,

but who it is?

All my life, people had
low expectations of me.

You know, "Think, Tommy."

"What's the plan, Tommy?"

"I got more to offer, Tommy."

And if I don't do this thing here,

then they right about me.

I can't stand on my own.

You tried praying about it?

I don't think the big guy'd
recognize my voice.

It's been a minute since I hit him up.

God is always listening, Tommy.

Sometimes he just
doesn't answer our prayers

the way we expect him to.

You got to ask yourself,

"Is it the right thing to do?"

And who gets hurt if you don't?

Your ass is gonna be buying all night.

You owe me for fucking Candie.

Yeah, she told me.

And why is your dumb ass
giving away jewelry

that can be traced back
to the job and us?

I wanted to fuck her.

I thought she needed a little incentive

to go behind your back.

If you wanted to fuck,
all you had to do was ask.

I'd have said yes.

I will next time.

Ain't gonna be no next time.

The job's over and you can walk.

Time for your ass to bounce, nigga.

You got money now.

Got a plan?

I'ma pop that nigga Ghost.

Take my business back.

I ain't gonna lose to him again.

You need to rethink your revenge.

Killing Ghost is too easy.

You ever think he's worth
more to you alive than dead?

You saw what I did with Dirt.

Kept him around

till he wasn't useful to me anymore.

Before you make a move,

you got to ask yourself,

what did Ghost really
take away from you?

Maybe you need to change...

your plan.

This is Rachel

with the 18th Street
Women's Wellness Clinic

calling to con...

Tommy, what the fuck happened to you?

I was leaving a meet.

Some car rolled up on me.

Lit my ass up.

Who did this to you?

It was too dark. I couldn't
see their faces.

It was professional.

It was Lobos.

Don't worry, baby.

Everything's gonna be all right.

Where you going?

To get some bandages and peroxide.

It'll get infected if we
don't take care of it.

Dean, we'll finish
that conversation later.

Thank you.

Miss Karen.

Excuse me.

Hey. Welcome.

I have been seeing your face
all over social media.

Well, that is my face.

Now everyone will know
James St. Patrick.

They'll all know who you are.

To reinvention.

To reinvention.

Oh, will you take a picture?

Of course.

Valdes?

Always the last to leave, huh?

There's no rest for the wicked, Saxe.

Got a long road ahead of us.

Oh, come on.

The heavy lifting's done.

Thought you'd be doing
a touchdown dance.

No one wants Lobos more than you.

I just didn't expect
to hear it from Greg.

His involvement in the case
could blow things up.

He hasn't exactly...

colored inside the lines.

Wh... and you have?

Look, look.

I know Knox was a lousy lay,

or m-maybe it was you,

but at the end of the day,
we all want the same thing:

to nail the bad guys.

He got our guy all right.

Ruiz knows everything and everyone.

Case is a slam dunk.

And finally, Tommy Egan.

Ghost is going to jail.

Goodnight.

Hey.

Hi.

Care to join me
before I finish the bottle?

Long day, huh?

You?

Yeah.

You want to talk about yours?

You?

No.

Jamie, I don't think
we're gonna make it.

I'm here. You're here.

We're here together.
That's what you want.

I want this to work.

I do,

but you're never home.

I'm never home.

What are we doing?

Playing make believe?

You're not even divorced.

I know it's scary, and I know
there's a lot of people

that don't want to see us together,

but you can't let Paz get in your head.

It's not just Paz.

It's...

everything.

Did you ever wonder
maybe everyone else was right

and we're the ones who are wrong?

No, I never think that,

and I think that you should
never think that.

I'm not letting you go.

You want food?

I'm not hungry.

You need to speak to me son?

Money first.

Talk second.

Who's the target?

James St. Patrick.

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