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[dramatic instrumental music plays]

[funky hip-hop beat layers in]

[Dru] Previously on Ghost...

Zion. Why the fuck did you kill Wiley Adams?

There's a dealer Carter needs taken off the board.

I'm a college student. I don't kill people.

[Tariq] Yo. B, are you fucking kidding me right now?

[Brayden] Bro, I was just headed out there.

What are you doing?

Get the fuck off the stage.

[Carter] What's the word, Red?

Whose drugs you steal?

Brighton Beach Russians.

NYPD!

- [gunfire] - [yells]

- Please don't shoot. - [exclaims]

I don't know if I can do this shit anymore.

Davis? He can't do shit that I can.

So you're a man of many talents now?

What, you thought I was just

a handsome motherfucker with a Glock?

Someone's about to take down

Carter's entire organization.

- Who's the rat? - [Dru] Roman.

Listen, my family is in serious trouble.

Diana's supposed to kill Zion.

We can use that to get back in with Noma.

Yo, you got the shit?

What the fuck?!

[Tariq] Everything's taken care of.

Thank you, Tariq.

You know I'll do anything for you and that baby.

You got a dirty cop on the squad.

Detective Nico Halston.

I saw him take cash from the Russian raid.

[dramatic music plays]

Motherfucker.

What happened with Zion?

I fucking told you to handle it.

- Fuck this. - Fuck you.

Get the fuck down there.

- Wait. Please don't- - [grunting]

You're my bitch now.

- [cell phone ringing] - Somebody help!

Somebody fucking help me!

[dramatic music fades]

[singer] ♪ They say this is A big, rich town ♪

♪ I just come from The poorest part ♪

♪ Bright lights, city life I gotta make it ♪

♪ This is where it goes down ♪

♪ I just happen To come up hard ♪

♪ Legal or illegal, baby I gotta make it ♪

[50 Cent] ♪ I never took A straight path nowhere ♪

♪ Life's full of twists And turns ♪

♪ Bumps and bruises I live, I learn ♪

♪ I'm from that city full of Yellow Cabs and skyscrapers ♪

♪ It's hard to get a start In these parts without paper ♪

♪ Homie, I grew up in hell A block away from heaven ♪

♪ That corner, every 15 minutes They movin' seven ♪

♪ Pure snow Bag it then watch it go ♪

♪ Occupational options Get some blow or some hos ♪

♪ Shoot the ball or the strap Learn to rap or to jack ♪

♪ Fuck it, man, in the meantime Go ahead and pump a pack ♪

♪ This my regal royal flow My James Bond bounce ♪

♪ That 007 That's 62 on my count ♪

♪ I'm a undercover liar I lie under the covers ♪

♪ Look a bitch in the eyes and Tell her, "Baby, I love you" ♪

♪ "You're my inspiration You're my motivation" ♪

♪ "You're the reason that I'm Moving with no hesitation" ♪

[singer] ♪ They say this is A big, rich town ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I just come from The poorest part ♪

♪ Bright lights, city life I gotta make it ♪

♪ This is where it goes down ♪

- ♪ Ohh, yeah ♪ - ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I just happen To come up hard ♪

♪ Legal or illegal, baby I gotta make it ♪

[mellow hip-hop music plays]

[music fades]

[siren wailing]

[woman speaks indistinctly over PA]

- [monitor beeping steadily] - [soft, tense music playing]

[soft crying nearby]

[whispering] I'm so sorry, Diana.

What... [cries]

[Tariq] I'm sorry.

No.

[sobs]

Mm-mm.

[music fades]

[woman] Her mother's almost here.

Okay. Thank you.

Monet's on her way.

But I'll be here. I'm not going nowhere.

I'ma take care of you.

Take care of me?

Come on, D.

You said you had us, Tariq.

That you'll protect us by being in the fucking game.

Carter's bitch-ass cop did this to me.

Look at me, Tariq.

This is what being in the game looks like.

D, this... this is fucking hard for me too, you know?

How is it hard for you? You didn't even want this baby.

We didn't plan on this, D, but...

Tariq, just get the fuck out.

Please.

Get out.

- Are you serious? - I'm serious.

[dramatic music playing]

[music fades]

Tariq, how is she?

You can go see for yourself.

Well, how's the baby? Is he okay?

[music resumes]

[sighs]

Look, I'm... I'ma go ahead and do what I promised.

Look, Tariq, I appreciate you gettin' Diana here

and callin' me, but...

this is family business. I got it from here.

I completely understand, but Monet,

I don't work for you anymore.

And that was also my baby, so I'm gonna do what I have to do.

♪ ♪

Damn.

Don't worry, baby girl.

You gon' get through this.

And I'ma fuckin' put the motherfucker in the ground

who did this to you.

Ma, I just wanna go home.

- Can you talk to the nurse? - Of course, baby girl.

But you gotta tell me who did this.

It was that bitch Felicia.

Who the fuck is Felicia?

Look, this ain't the time right now.

We gotta focus on Diana.

Well, what you think I'm doin' here?

Obviously you don't got this shit under control.

Don't your bitch Noma got some fucking work for you to do?

[tense, ominous music playing]

When she fucks this up, call me.

- Ma, he just wanted to help. - I know,

but I don't want him all involved in this Carter shit.

It'd get him killed.

[sighs]

[pop music plays over speakers in gym]

- [cell phone vibrating] - [exhales]

[sighs]

[vibrating continues]

Never known you to be an early riser

so this sure as shit can't be a good morning.

You looked into Detective Carter.

You looked into the rest of his team?

He runs a squad of detectives, Tariq.

I mean, what else is there?

Can you get their addresses?

What are you up to?

Davis, don't worry about it, all right?

Just get me the addresses, I'll take it from there.

Tariq, you need to tell me what's going on

and maybe I can help in another way.

[sighs] A'ight.

One of them put Diana in the fuckin' hospital.

So I'm taking care of this shit today.

So if you wanna help, just give me

the fucking addresses, Davis.

I tell you what...

Let me call in a favor and I'll get back to you.

But in the meantime, Tariq, try and take a beat.

Hurry the fuck up, Davis.

[call ends]

[cell phone vibrates]

[dramatic music playing]

[inhales deeply, exhales tremulously]

[whispers] Fuck.

[solemn music playing]

[whispers] I'm sorry, bro.

I love you, man.

[music fades]

[clears throat]

[sniffles]

Kamaal is, uh...

Well...

He was my better half.

Pushed me to be better.

To do better.

My deepest condolences.

My wife was also gunned down by dealers.

My unit was built to protect-

So you understand I'ma need

the motherfucker who did this to pay.

[ominous music playing]

Who was it?

[clears throat]

Congressman, look, um...

as you know, this is an active investigation.

- I'm not at liberty to disclo- - Nigga, fuck all that noise!

My motherfuckin' brother is killed, all right?

And whoever took him from me is gonna fuckin' pay.

Bottom line!

And you know I was New York's finest.

I was a cop, just like you.

So, I either talk to you

or the press.

But I'ma get the answers I need.

You're right.

You're right. I'm sorry.

Preliminary ballistics tie the murder to a bust

we made on a Russian drug warehouse.

Retaliation?

That's what we think.

Some of the Russians escaped.

They must have tracked Kamaal down.

Well, what's being done to get this motherfucker, man?

My team is working on this 24/7

and we will not stop until we get this guy.

I promise you that.

Listen, uh, find out who did this

and if there's anything I can do to...

expedite the search, just call me.

I'll make sure that you have any and every resource necessary.

I appreciate that. Um...

Like I said, my... my team, we have it from here.

Again...

condolences.

Kamaal was a good man.

And a good cop.

I'm your first call when you find this fucking guy.

We clear?

Your very first call.

♪ ♪

[music fades]

Tariq handled your Zion problem.

But corrupt bureaucrats don't exactly advertise.

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

Especially considering what happened with Mr. Adams.

Time I don't have.

[sighs] Even if I were to pull a congressman out of a hat,

the contract's contingent upon U.S. citizenship

which you don't have.

Yeah, well, Adams was handling that too.

I need someone who can make this work.

To clean your dirty Benjamins

which are stacking up from overseas.

I get it.

And what would you propose?

Well, the quickest route

would be to install a U.S. citizen

as the majority owner of your company.

Hm, obviously it has to be someone you trust

or, in your case, can control.

Like you?

A defense attorney up for disbarment

who works for drug dealers like Tariq St. Patrick

and Monet Tejada?

Correction.

I work for my damn self.

Besides...

you don't really think you can control me, do you?

[tense hip hop music playing]

[door slams]

Yo.

[Brayden groans]

How bad did I fuck up last night?

Do you think Elle's still mad?

I mean, I didn't think it was that bad, but...

Yo, yo, yo, yo. I thought everything was good.

A dirty cop beat up Diana, B.

She's in the hospital. She's fine, but...

she lost our baby.

What?

All right, just...

give me two minutes to get ready

and we'll figure this shit out.

Nah, it's good. I got this.

Davis is giving me the cop's address.

[knocking on door]

Who the fuck could that be?

Ah, Stokely.

- What up, dude? - Shut the fuck up.

This ain't gon' take nothin' but a minute.

- Y'all two niggas fired. - Fuck you mean we fired?

We got No Lie trending on college campuses everywhere.

Every show is sold out. What... What the fuck is this about?

- Is this Elle? - Nah.

It was a group decision.

After that Snow White Diddy shit

you pulled on stage last night.

Quit cappin' like we don't know y'all using us

to sell y'all fucking drugs.

[Tariq] What the fuck are you talking about?

- That's not what's happening. - Save it.

We don't know if we got fans or fuckin' fiends.

- We done. - No the fuck you're not.

Y'all knowin' about this shit don't change nothin'.

You lucky I don't get your ass expelled.

You out here ruinin' fuckin' lives and shit

and got me a fuckin' accessory!

- Riq, chill. - Fuck you. No, fuck him!

No, fuck you. Fuck both of y'all.

- Chill. - [Stokely] Fuck y'all!

What the fuck, Riq?

You know, if you ain't pull that bullshit you did last night,

this wouldn't be a fuckin' issue.

Okay. I know, all right? I fucked up.

But breaking his jaw's not gonna change shit.

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

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

Okay. Obviously I'm not the one to get through to you right now.

Maybe someone else can.

But before you go do what I think you're about to do

to a fucking cop,

you gotta talk to someone you trust

and really think this shit through

before you fuck our shit up

even more than it already is.

[music fades]

- Any leads? - Nope.

I've never known you to bend over for a crooked politician.

What the fuck did you just say?

I'm sorry, but Deputy Do-Right

brought this on himself.

Thought he could take down the rest of the Russians on his own.

Fe, come on, we don't know if that's what happened.

[Felicia] Let's be fucking real here.

The way you said he almost got to Zay,

sounds like whoever took him out did us a favor.

Now we can stop tiptoeing around his ass.

Nah, fuck that.

Look, Kamaal wasn't one of us

but he was still a good fucking cop.

Nobody had the right to gun him down like that.

Nico's right.

You give Kamaal the respect he deserves. Am I clear?

Yes, sir.

If Rashad Tate has questions,

we're gonna answer 'em.

How?

You told him it was the Russians.

They all scattered after we blew up their spot. I mean...

They probably didn't even have the numbers

to plan an ambush in that time.

Yeah, and why would they single out Kamaal's ass?

I mean, it's more likely he caught a bullet

meant for his shady-ass brother.

[Nico] Right, and if it was the Russians,

that probably means we have targets on our backs also.

- It doesn't make any sense. - Then we gotta get to 'em first.

We're putting this on the Russians

who fled after the raid.

Look, if we don't...

Tate blows this up in the press.

Then tomorrow, we might as well roll out the red carpet for IAB.

That's the last thing we fuckin' need.

Guys, get the team, smoke out the Russians.

End this now.

[dramatic music playing]

[sighs softly]

What is it?

Look, I know this ain't the shit you wanna hear right now...

Just fucking tell me, please.

We got another bird about to sing.

But our man on the inside has a proposal.

♪ I need a prayer ♪

♪ Call the Lord for me ♪

♪ I see these niggas watching ♪

♪ They 'bout to rest in peace ♪

♪ I need a prayer ♪

♪ I keep that thang on me ♪

♪ I know the feds is watching ♪

♪ I'm fallin' on my knees ♪

♪ I need a prayer, uh ♪

♪ I can hear my baby Callin' out ♪

♪ Please don't go, gotta see what streets is talkin' about ♪

♪ I need a prayer ♪

Hey, yo. Where's Roman?

Nah. You fuckin' concussed if you lookin' for him.

Have you seen your face?

Just go. Now.

Before he sees me wit' you and kills us both.

[Roman] You know what?

You ain't wrong about that.

I tend to be a nigga of my word.

But a hospitable one.

Very giving with my time.

Ain't that right, Keyon?

Shut the fuck up.

[laughs] Oh. Ooh!

Man. See, you one hard-headed nigga.

We got a problem here, gentlemen?

Nah.

We good.

Then clear the fuck out.

Nigga.

You gon' die in here.

You and this bitch.

[tense music playing]

- Let's go. - Fuck!

Fuck, fuck!

[music fades]

What you doin' here, man?

That desperate for business you makin' house calls now?

Sure, junior, if that's what you kids are calling it these days.

Noma.

Think over those citizenship options I proposed.

I'll make sure your, uh, assets stay in capable hands.

[dramatic music playing]

I'm just gonna assume that was about

the replacement of Wiley Adams

and you not lettin' Davis MacLean hit.

I believe you meant Davis is rectifying an issue you caused.

However, I don't recall ever needing

to explain myself to my employees.

Employees?

We both know I'm more than that.

But we need to talk about Effie.

Do we, luv? Because if you claim to be more,

then perhaps it's you who should explain yourself.

Okay, after the shit that happened with the Russians,

she wants out.

I think that'd be a great idea-

Let me stop you there.

Where was all this thinking

when you chose to have a pissing contest with Zion,

jeopardizing everything I've built?

You the one running around here on some

cat and mouse, heaux game shit,

trying to make me jealous with Davis.

When I've been holding you down since you set foot in my city.

What's up with that?

Well, you said you're my problem solver.

But what have you done for me lately, huh?

Tariq killed Zion

and Davis proposed solutions

to my contract and citizenship issues.

What makes you think you can trust Davis or Tariq?

- Huh? - We're done here, Cane.

And I don't trust either of them.

Nor do I trust your little girlfriend Effie

didn't tip off the police to the Russian stash.

- She's quite the opportunist. - No.

No. Effie damn near took a bullet for us.

She ain't no fuckin' snitch.

Well, then it sounds like it would be in her best interest,

and yours, to find out exactly who is.

First, my warehouse is robbed

and somehow, Carter's fucking task force is there.

And then, just as my product lands at the Russians,

Carter's there again.

Don't fucking come back

until you find out who's tipping him off.

[siren wailing in distance]

How we killing this bitch?

Look, Diana,

you said you wanted outta the life.

Now, killing a cop ain't the way out.

This ain't about in or out.

It's about making that bitch pay for killing my baby,

your grandchild, our... our fuckin' future.

- Family first, right? - Yes. Yes, yes, yes.

Calm down. Take your meds,

and I'll fix you something to eat.

We're goin' to see Carter later.

Okay?

Well, I'm doin' this.

Felicia did this to me,

so I don't give a fuck what Carter has to say.

- I'ma off that bitch. - That's right.

He either gives the bitch up

or he gets buried next to her.

[dark, ominous music playing]

[music fades]

Hi.

Tariq? What are you doing?

What's wrong?

Look, I...

I just came to check if everything was okay.

Mm-hm.

Boy, you know you lie like your father.

Now, just tell me, why are you really here?

Tariq! I can't believe you're here!

Are you staying this time? You have to see my new room.

Come on, show me.

Go ahead.

[Tariq] What you been up to?

[dramatic music playing]

Hm.

- [music fades] - [gulls calling]

What's this about?

I don't like to be summoned.

Felicia...

beat the shit outta Diana, left her for dead.

Diana was pregnant. She lost her fuckin' baby.

I didn't know Diana was pregnant.

So you gave the order and didn't know she was pregnant?

I didn't know anything about this.

- I would never do that. - Bullshit!

Look, if you want me and my family

to keep doing shit for you,

- you will- - I will what?

Hm?

What-what's your play here?

You think I'm just gonna give you permission

to execute one of my cops?

Well, if she really did this shit without your knowledge,

it ain't the first or the last time.

And that's gonna raise questions.

Questions you and your little fuckin' militia can't answer.

Now I'm doin' you a fucking favor by taking this bitch out.

Fuck no.

No, see... I get to come in your house

and call the shots.

It don't work both ways.

So unless you want me to slap the cuffs on you

and see how long you survive Rikers,

fuck off.

Let me handle my people my way.

So that's what you did with Dru.

That's what you did with my son.

Dru's gonna be fine.

He'll be home soon.

Fuck you.

Piece of shit.

[cell phone vibrates]

[scoffs] Fuck Carter.

[cell phone vibrates]

- Hello? - [Dru] Di, it's me.

What the fuck? Did they let you out?

No, not yet, but...

I'm okay. I'm good. You good?

Nah. Carter's bitch beat my ass

and left me for dead in an alley.

Wait, what the fuck? What?

What about the baby?

Dru...

Di...

I am so... fucking sorry.

- I shoulda been there. - But you weren't

and you still ain't.

No, I'm gonna make this right for you, okay?

I can fix this. Where-where's Monet?

You sound just like her,

thinking you can fix this for me.

She's out there trying to handle it herself too.

[Dru] Fuck, no. Listen. Call Monet

and tell her not to do shit until I get there, all right?

I promise you, Diana.

- I promise you- - Promise what?

That you're gonna help me do it? [scoffs]

Diana, I know what you're dealing with

but you can't kill a cop.

Oh no, you don't have a fucking clue what I'm dealing with.

[dramatic music playing]

But you're right. I can't let her do it.

That bitch is mine.

♪ ♪

[phone beeps]

[music fades]

Come here.

Okay, you need to tell me what's goin' on.

Because if you're in some kind of danger,

or we are, I need to know now.

Ma, there's no danger, okay? Nothing like that, I promise.

Then what's wrong?

Why does something gotta be wrong?

Because I've seen that look before

on your father's face.

You said you learned from his mistakes, Riq.

Ma, I'm not Ghost. I can fix whatever problem I'm in.

First off, lower your voice.

And just tell me what happened. Fix what?

[sighs]

What is it?

A'ight.

I didn't get the chance to tell you, but...

Diana was pregnant, Ma.

[solemn music playing]

- Yours? - Yeah. Mine.

Wait a minute...

you said "was pregnant."

A cop beat the shit outta her.

- Left her for dead. - Are you fucking kidding me?

Well, is she okay?

Yeah, she'll be fine.

As soon as I get what I need from Davis,

I'm out to make a move.

Riq...

[music fades]

All we gotta do is get Noma the name of the snitch

that almost got you popped with the Russians,

then you can skip on down to La-La Land.

Stanford's in Northern California.

Whatever. It ain't here.

And that's what you want, right?

So what you think? Was it one of the Russians

that snitched or what?

- Vadim's people? - Yeah.

- Fuck no. - Okay, then who?

How the fuck am I supposed to know who tipped the police?

There could be a record in the NYPD database

but I doubt there's a name.

Effie, if there's ever a time for you

to find something to get you outta this,

you pull out that laptop and bleep-bloop that shit.

[tense music playing]

I need a cop's laptop.

Only way into the database is from a computer

on the NYPD's secure network.

♪ Gimme your best shot I'll take it on the chin ♪

♪ I gotta be a man I'm swingin' for the fence ♪

♪ I always tell the truth Even when I sin ♪

♪ My integrity's My weaponry again ♪

♪ Don't you ever try to Question my heart... ♪

[sighs] Fuck it.

["Be A Man" by Durand the Rapper playing]

[sniffs loudly]

- [door opens] - Shit.

Doesn't anybody fuckin' knock?

Just relax, Charlie Sheen.

Wipe your nose, man.

Can't just come in here, okay?

- We made a truce, right? - It's all good.

We got a favor to ask you.

A favor?

Are you fucking kidding me? With the shit you pulled with Tariq

and you with Trace.

Trace can thank your hidin' ass for that.

And you can thank Effie that you still have a fucking family.

Look, I'm sorry for how shit went down.

But if Tariq never cut my ass out,

you wouldn't be in this spot.

You chose your side, remember?

Oh, now I get it.

That's the game, right?

Either get two feet in or get fucked over

and then asked for a favor by the fuckers.

Listen, if you wanna stop being somebody's bitch,

- stop acting like one. - Cane, you're not helping.

Yeah, you're really not.

Fine.

Let me try this again.

What the fuck do you want from us to help?

♪ When it's all said and done I'ma owe myself a great debt ♪

♪ Gimme your best shot I'll take... ♪

I want the Course Correct knockoff.

Let me have the Stansfield business back.

What? Fuck no. Effie can handle this Ivy League shit.

- You just stay in your lane. - Fine.

Do this job, you can have it all.

The other Ivy Leagues too.

Effie, come on. You can't do this.

Yes I can.

♪ I gotta be a man I'm swingin' for the fence ♪

You doin' this or not?

♪ Always tell the truth Even when I sin ♪

Look, I'm not about to beg you

but this shit needs to happen today.

Just pick up your phone when I call.

♪ ♪

Monet's trying to shut me out,

but now Diana's roped up in this Carter shit because of her

and now she thinks it's my fault.

Well, in her mind, no one was there for her when...

someone always has been.

Monet, her brothers, and this time, you.

Look, she's angry at the world right now.

And there's only one thing that's gonna make it right.

I'm gonna make it right.

That's just it, Riq.

She doesn't want you to.

I mean, you flyin' in to save her

is what got her in this mess.

And all of you are

probably trying to do the same thing,

trying to avenge her.

Yeah.

But, Ma, I mean...

what am I supposed to do, just act like nothing happened?

What, leave these motherfuckers breathing

like they didn't do shit to her?

Riq, you still aren't getting it.

They did it to you too.

What was stolen from Diana, you lost it too.

[solemn music playing]

That child...

was hope.

A chance for a life outside of all this shit.

Look...

I can't fix this for you, baby.

And I'm not saying to just let it go.

But killin' a cop?

That's not gonna help you get back to us.

Ma, what about Diana?

That's up to you. I mean...

you can be there for Diana.

But whatever that family does

cannot come back on you.

Because your family is here

and we are waiting for you.

So please be smart.

Be strategic.

Like you was when you shot Monet.

[cell phone vibrates]

That bitch don't know I shot her.

And we both know that can't happen again.

So whatever this little text message you just got,

I need you to show me that you can do better than your parents.

I love you, Riq.

I just want us to be together again.

Trust me...

I didn't forget the promise I made to you, Ma.

I know.

All right.

I love you too.

- Okay. - All right.

- Thank you. - Mm-hm.

[music fades]

[engine squeals]

[car shuts off]

Hey, boss. What's up?

Why the fuck did you lay hands on Diana Tejada?

Monet wants your head because she ended up in the hospital.

So what?

Fuck that drug queen and her daughter.

Since when are you so soft on the fucking help?

Are you using again?

What?

- [sighs] - What are you talking about?

She was pregnant.

Did you know?

Fuck. How the fuck would I?

Don, come on. Diana coulda ruined everything. She was-

Are you fucking justifying this?

I told her to off Zion.

No, no, no. I-I told you to off Zion.

IAB was up my fucking ass so I sent her to do it.

She didn't do it, so she fucking got

Tariq St. Patrick to do it.

How do you know that?

Tariq killed Zion? How the fuck would you know that?

Oh, fuck.

[dramatic music playing]

He did it in the safe house?

[Felicia] It was on our surveillance cameras.

[music fades]

I cleared the server. That's the only copy.

[sighs]

You fucked up.

You fucked up.

We're all at risk now.

Did she tell St. Patrick about us?

- She said she didn't. - And you fucking believe her?

Look, I'm sorry, but we can make this right.

We can use this.

[sighs]

I'll hold onto this. You go home.

Don't talk to anyone. Don't tell anyone.

Not Nico, not anyone. You understand?

[dramatic music playing]

[tense, ominous music playing]

[engine starts]

So you mean to tell me

we're about to break into a cop's house

hoping his laptop's there?

What if he's there?

Or his wife and kids?

Nah, he won't be.

I ran a check on him.

Wife and six-year-old son.

Wife is home. Six-year-old's still at school.

Play our cards right, we're in and out.

[Cane] Relax, B, all right?

Shit goes sideways, you don't have to leave in cuffs.

Just make that shit look like a home invasion.

You can do that, right?

Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.

[Effie] Landon was driving me to NYU when we were carjacked,

and I-I told him to just give him the keys.

My God, he never listens to me.

I'm so sorry. I'll call 911.

No, I called already. Plea-

But he's bleeding. We really need help.

I'm sorry, I... I can't let you in my house.

But I-I can definitely-

- I think I'm gonna pass out. - Oh my God.

Okay, okay. Um, come in. Come in.

[sighs, grunts]

Just right through there.

[Brayden sighs] Thank you so much, ma'am.

[woman] It's Maggie.

We'll get you patched up, then we'll call my husband.

He's NYPD.

And you can file a report.

That's really not necessary.

I actually think a cop is on his way.

Are you hurt? You're covered in blood.

Yeah, Landon's blood.

Do you have a bathroom or something?

Maybe I can go clean up a little bit.

Yeah. Down the hall, second door on your right.

Thank you.

[dark, tense music playing]

[sighs] Okay.

[dramatic music playing]

Why didn't you just...

give up the car?

I guess I didn't get the memo about chivalry being dead.

[laughs]

♪ ♪

But luckily,

you'll live.

This might need a few stitches though.

I should get you to the ER.

Uh, no, that's... That won't be necessary.

She's just gonna go get her car.

It's only a few blocks from here, so.

Wow.

So much for chivalry.

Wait. She said you were taking her back to NYU.

[music darkens]

- Uh... - Where is she?

I'm sure she's fine.

I'm just gonna go check on her.

No, I just...

♪ ♪

[knocking on door]

Are you all right in there?

[knocking]

Hello?

[tense music builds slowly]

[continues knocking]

Hello?

[banging on front door]

[music drops off suddenly]

Hi. Sorry to bother you. I'm Officer Ramirez.

I'm responding to a carjacking.

The neighbor said you might have

been helping one of the victims.

[softly] Fuck. Fuck.

Come on.

Uh, yes. But that was fast.

Yeah, unfortunately, this isn't the first

carjacking in your neighborhood.

We got extra patrols all up and down these streets

due to the escalations.

- [Maggie] Oh my God. - [dings]

I mean, this is normally such a safe neighborhood.

Yeah.

Are you the one who called?

Yes, officer.

I'm a little shaken still, but all good.

Thank you, Maggie.

Is there anything that we can do to repay you?

No. Think nothing of it.

I just hope everything works out okay.

- Thank you, officer. - No, ma'am, thank you.

Appreciate you.

- Caucasian male, please come. - Thank you, sir.

- All right, you have a good one. - Oh, you too.

[Carter] Good work. I confirmed the Russian

who shot Kamaal is hiding out here.

Sure we should be going in without backup?

Where the fuck is Felicia?

We're fine. Source said he went in 25 minutes ago

with a woman and no one in or out, so.

Eyes open. Here we go.

NYPD! Put your motherfuckin' hands up!

[tense, dramatic music playing]

[gunfire]

All right, I got it. Get her outta here.

♪ ♪

[yelling]

Fuck you, pig!

- Yeah. - [casing clatters]

♪ ♪

[music fades]

[panting]

- You good, boss? - Yeah. Got this motherfucker.

All right. Let's write this up and, uh...

get forensics down here.

[exhales sharply]

Yeah. Good shit.

God damn.

You sure this is the guy who killed Kamaal?

What about his friend who got away out the fucking window?

Hey, hey, don't worry about it.

All right, we run ballistics on this gun.

We find the match that killed Kamaal

and then we get Tate off our asses.

Now you good with that?

[grim music playing]

Yeah.

- Yeah, I'm good with that. - Yeah.

Looks like we got the motherfucker.

I'll write this up.

[Carter] Yeah, you do that.

I'ma call Tate

and give him the good news in person.

[grim music playing]

[music fades]

[keys jangling]

[dramatic music playing]

[rattles, creaks]

[music intensifies slowly]

[music fades]

[sighs]

["Byrd" by HDBeenDope playing]

♪ Bitch I got Problems on, problems on ♪

♪ Problems on, problems on Problems on, problems on ♪

♪ I'll solve 'em I run through the money ♪

♪ The pressure be calling Left all my blessings ♪

♪ I feel like I'm falling The birdie is back ♪

♪ Tell me I'm garbage I'm going through something ♪

♪ That's why I ain't calling Phone in progression ♪

♪ It's all that I wanted A foe in affection ♪

♪ I summon and dub it 'cause Bitch, I got problems on ♪

♪ Problems on, problems on Problems on, problems on ♪

♪ I'll solve 'em I run through the money ♪

♪ The pressure be calling Left all my blessings ♪

♪ I feel like I'm falling The birdie is back ♪

♪ Tell me I'm garbage I'm going through something ♪

♪ That's why I ain't calling Phone in progression ♪

♪ It's all that I wanted A foe in affection ♪

♪ I summon and dub it ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Bitch, I got Problems on, problems on ♪

♪ Problems on, problems on Problems on, problems on ♪

♪ I'll solve 'em I run through the money ♪

♪ The pressure be calling Left all my blessings ♪

♪ I feel like I'm falling The birdie is back ♪

♪ Tell me I'm garbage I'm going through something ♪

♪ That's why I ain't calling Phone in progression ♪

♪ It's all that I wanted A foe in affection ♪

♪ I summon and dub it ♪

♪ ♪

[music fades]

[dramatic music playing]

[floor creaks]

[Felicia] Okay.

Let's just calm down and talk about this.

Why?

What the fuck can you even say to me right now?

- You can't pull that trigger. - Try me.

It's okay.

You don't wanna do this.

This is all still fixable. But if you kill a cop,

it is gonna get much worse for you.

How the fuck can it get worse for me?

You already took everything from me.

I am truly sorry for how you feel

but it was just business.

Business?

Bitch, my baby wasn't fuckin' business!

[grunting]

[screaming]

♪ ♪

[gasping]

[screaming]

[gasping]

[breathing tremulously]

[dark, intense instrumentals playing]

[squelching thud]

[squelching thud]

♪ ♪

[dramatic musical sting]

[Davis] Tariq, where are you right now?

Relax. We're good.

I don't need those addresses anymore.

Glad to hear you found a sense of peace. I was afraid-

Yo, Davis, I gotta call you later.

- Diana. - [Diana] Tariq.

I'm happy you called. I...

I wanted to apologize about earlier.

Tariq, I need you right now.

Can... can you please get to me ASAP?

Yeah, where you at? I'm on the way.

[sighs]

[Rashad] So you're absolutely positive this is the guy

that pulled the trigger on Kamaal?

The weapon that we recovered

matches the ballistics on your brother's case.

So...

we got him, congressman.

As promised.

[grim music playing]

[hawks loudly]

Piece of shit.

Wish I'd have pulled the trigger

and blew his fuckin' brains out myself.

[cell phone vibrates]

I see why my brother chose this unit, detective.

Nice work.

Seems I'm in debt to you.

So, there's anything you ever need at any time,

my door's always open to you, my good brother.

♪ ♪

I'll walk you out.

[music fades]

["Authentic" by Kahlil plays softly]

How's the hack to freedom going?

Look at this.

I couldn't find a single file related to the Russian drug bust

about an informant.

But the task force did lie about what they recovered.

They said they found way less cash and product

- than what they really did. - How you know?

'Cause I dropped a backpack

filled with the Russians' payment to Noma.

So this task force is taking a cut off the top for themselves.

Mm-hm.

Got any names of these dirty motherfuckers?

The ones in on the raid.

♪ I could have a smile On my face but be burnt out ♪

♪ Didn't co-depend on other People I just learned how ♪

♪ Independent with it... ♪

Cane, Noma wants a name.

Means I'm not done with this shit.

[dramatic musical sting]

But now we know Carter's task force is dirty.

We can use this shit.

All right? I'ma let Noma know.

- Like right now? - If I'm hearing this right,

she's gonna wanna know this tonight.

Plus, I'm sure you got some robot shit to do.

- So yeah, now. - Cane.

♪ Used to go at niggas In the league when I hooped ♪

♪ Shit translated... ♪

Thank you.

For everything that you did.

I could stay, if you want. Be here when you're done.

Is that something you wanna do?

I'm not tryin' to move in.

[laughs] I just...

Everything that you did with no agenda.

It's...

I forgot how that feels.

[tender, solemn music playing]

[music fades]

[line ringing]

[voicemail] Your call has been forwarded

to an automatic voice message system.

- [voicemail beeps] - [Cane] Monet.

That Felicia bitch that beat Diana works for Carter.

Please tell me you're not mixed up with that fuckin' dirty cop.

[dramatic music playing]

[Monet] Diana?

Diana?

[dramatic music playing]

[grim percussive music playing]

[music fades]

[phone jingle plays]

I knew there was something special about you, son.

Yeah, you can fuck right off with all that "son" talk.

We had a deal.

My mom and my sister are outta this shit.

[laughs softly]

[sighs]

You're in no position

to make any fuckin' deals, son.

You understand?

I can put you right back in that fucking cage anytime.

Along with your mother and your sister.

[solemn music playing]

- Initiative, loyalty... - [cell phone pinging]

...and discretion.

They go a long way with me, Dru.

[cell phone pinging]

I don't know if you, uh, heard about your sister.

I'm sorry.

That shit wasn't my call.

But I'ma need your word

that you and your family ain't gonna retaliate

or be a problem from now on.

[cell phone vibrates]

[message notification pings]

[dark, ominous music playing]

[music fades]

[softly] Fuck.

This is a problem.

What the fuck am I supposed to do?

Look, we just clean up the fucking body

before the kid wakes up

and make it look like nobody ever came home.

Okay, and then what?

I don't know, D. The kid'll be fine.

How the fuck is he gonna be fine? I just killed his mother.

- Shh. - [boy] Mom?

Mommy?

[Diana sighs] Uh, no, but we're Mommy's friends.

I'm Officer Morton and...

- this is Officer... - Thomas.

Um, Mommy had to pick up the late shift tonight, buddy.

Mm-hm. But, um, don't you worry

because we're gonna take good care of you, okay?

- [boy] Okay. - But listen,

if you don't want us to get in trouble,

I'm gonna need you to get back to bed.

Do you like bedtime stories?

- Yes. - Okay.

Well, uh, get back to bed

and I'll be up there soon.

We'll be up there in a little bit, buddy.

[softly] Shit.

Fuck!

♪ ♪

- This is valuable intel, Cane. - I know.

Effie found out that Carter's task force was dirty.

They're raiding the stash spots, pocketing product and cash.

But who put me on Carter's radar?

Who's his informant?

I don't know, but I will follow this Carter lead.

Yes, you will.

While Effie continues her duties with the Russians.

Unless you have more you'd like to share or discuss.

Yeah, I do.

[dramatic music playing]

Marry me.

If that's supposed to be a joke,

you should stick to what you're good at, Cane.

It's not.

You said I should start thinking more strategic, right?

And you need citizenship to make you legit.

That's what you needed Mecca for.

'Cause knowin' you and him,

that ring damn sure wasn't about love.

It was about selling your image.

So, let me do that.

And you think I can trust you to fulfill that role?

You don't have to.

Just don't fuck me and take what I've built since Mecca.

Guarantee me that.

Then you can have your new boy toy

draw up whatever paper you need

to protect your assets

and I'll... I'll sign 'em.

♪ ♪

And that's all you want?

Just business?

[sighs] Shit, that's up to you.

But no more of this employee shit.

A real partnership.

[music darkens]

[cell phone vibrates]

[solemn music playing]

- [music fades] - [Effie sighs]

[cell phone vibrating]

[solemn music playing]

That's just so fucked up.

Doin' this was supposed to make me feel like...

- I don't know. - It's okay.

It's okay.

[crying] Fuck.

It's all right, D.

[music fades]

D, you gotta understand, none of this

is gonna make you feel better about anything.

And I can't fix this for you

just like I couldn't fix it for my own family.

What are you talkin' about?

Look.

I did exactly what you just did

to the dirty cop that killed my sister.

Yeah.

To this day, I'm still walking around

with that same fucking pain on me.

I gotta deal with that shit.

The rest of my family gotta deal with it.

But that dirty cop, he doesn't.

Felicia took your heart

and left you alive.

That's a fate that's worse than death.

What you need to understand though, D, is...

revenge ain't always about blood.

It has to be thought out, it has to be strate-

Just stop. A'ight?

I don't need lessons on how to revenge better.

Look... I'm sorry I haven't been there for you.

I'm here for you now.

[door opens]

[tense music playing]

Oh, shit.

♪ ♪

Look, Ma, I know what you said, but I had to do it for me.

I thought I had to do it.

I know, baby, but you gotta get the fuck outta here, now.

I'll take care of this. Give me my gun.

Look, the cop had a kid and he's asleep upstairs.

Yeah, and he saw us.

Fuck!

Okay, okay, I'll take care of him.

No. How?

Shit, I don't know, but you gotta get

the fuck outta here, now.

[door opens]

Oh, shit. Dru.

Thank God you all right.

Look, you-you gotta help me get this body...

- Hands up. - What the fuck is he doin' here?

Hands up. Put the gun down!

Now!

I brought him.

Her kid. Where's her fucking kid?

He's fine. He's asleep upstairs.

♪ ♪

[softly] Fuck.

Oh, fuck! You killed her.

You fuckin' ki-

I told you to follow my fuckin' rules

and you didn't fuckin' listen!

- Huh? - Carter.

Easy.

Fortunately for you,

your son, he knows how this works.

So today, today you get to keep fuckin' breathin'.

What the fuck did you do, Dru?

I protected our family.

Isn't that what you said you wanna do?

He woulda killed us for this shit, Ma.

So I did what I had to.

This is the only way we get to walk outta here alive.

Dru?

You see, he told the fuckin' truth.

Now why don't we try giving you another crack at it, huh?

Why did you tell me you stole from the fuckin' Russians?

Why did you lie?

Well, it seems like Dru gave you all the fuckin' answers.

So if it wasn't them, who was it?

Noma Asaju.

That's your old supplier.

Who you said to me, you said the shit dried up, didn't you?

Huh?

Dru gave her up

so I didn't put a bullet in you and your fuckin' daughter.

But you chose to protect the fucking plug

over your kids.

[dark, dramatic music playing]

What's up, Red?

What, you ain't got nothin' cute to say now? Huh?

Anybody else got somethin' cute to say?

What about you, Tariq?

No? You good too?

Doesn't fucking matter.

As far as I'm concerned,

all of you are going down for this.

If we don't do what?

♪ ♪

There's that Ivy League education at work.

Everything comes at a cost, including your fucking freedom.

You get me the leverage I need to go against Noma,

and maybe, just fucking maybe...

I change this murder to...

to a fuckin' accident.

♪ ♪

Y'all cool with that?

Great. Now get the fuck outta my face.

Dru and I will clean up your fuckin' mess.

Go! Now.

Now.

[door opens]

Welcome to the fuckin' team, Tariq.

[dramatic music builds slowly]

[music ends with an echoing bang]

["Talk to Me" by Run The Jewels playing]

♪ We return from the depths Of the badland ♪

♪ With a gun and a knife In our waistband ♪

♪ Went to war with the devil And Sheitan ♪

♪ He wore a bad toupee And a spray tan ♪

♪ So high now Hoping that I land ♪

♪ On a Thai stick Moving through Thailand ♪

♪ On the radio Heard 'em playing hijack ♪

♪ Government be in debt Like they cook crack ♪

♪ I move in a world Of conspiracies ♪

♪ Obey no rules, I'm doing me ♪

♪ Smoke kush Transport to the airport ♪

♪ Customs found a joint And my passport ♪

♪ Pull cash and I gave him What he asked for ♪

♪ Goddamn it It's a motherfucking miracle ♪

♪ Small bribe Made it back into America ♪

♪ Hit Uber and maneuvered Out the area ♪

♪ Rhyme animal Pitbull terrier ♪

♪ Rap terrorist, terrorize Tear it up ♪

♪ Brought gas and the matches To flare it up ♪

♪ Militant Michael Might go psycho ♪

♪ On any ally or rival ♪

♪ Born Black That's dead on arrival ♪

♪ My job is to fight For survival ♪

♪ In spite of these AllLivesMatter-ass white folk ♪

♪ And you still Ain't believe me ♪

♪ So here we go, RTJ3 ♪

♪ Talk to me ♪

♪ ♪

- ♪ Talk to me ♪ - [music ends]

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