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GHOST: Previously on Power...

I got scooped up by the Feds,
and they brought Julio in too,

but they kept him
a lot longer than me.

MAK: I just want to extend
a big congratulations

to Donovan for finding
the murder weapon at Truth.

The asshole left it underneath
the bar in his office.

What?

I have a recording
from a CI

Greg was running off the books.

He got Egan confessing

to killing Lobos with Ghost.

I'll get you the money.

I promise you.

I got proof that you're Ghost.

What's your fuckin' price?

20,000
to this address.

And I want Egan to make
the drop.

Tommy, trust me.

Trust you?
You're Ghost's lawyer.

Yeah, I'm yours too.

I don't have a choice, right?

Confess to killing Greg.

I'll get your sentenced reduced

as much as I can.

[ clatter ]

Cop killer.

[ groans ]

JOE: ♪ They say this is
a big, rich town ♪

♪ I just come
from the poorest part ♪

♪ Bright lights, city life ♪

♪ I gotta make it
this is where it goes down ♪

♪ I just happen
to come up hard ♪

♪ Legal or illegal, baby
I gotta make it ♪

50 CENT: ♪ I never took
a straight path nowhere ♪

♪ Life's full of twists
and turns, bumps and bruises ♪

♪ I live, I learn ♪

♪ I'm from that city full of
yellow cabs and skyscrapers ♪

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

♪ Homey, I grew up in hell
a block away from heaven ♪

♪ That corner every 15 minutes
they moving seven ♪

♪ Pure snow, bag it
then watch it go ♪

♪ Occupational options
get some blow or some hos ♪

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

♪ Fuck it, man
in the meantime ♪

♪ Go head and pump a pack ♪

♪ This my regal, royal flow
my James Bond bounce ♪

♪ That 007
that's 62 on my count ♪

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

♪ Look a bitch in the eyes
and tell her, baby, I love ya ♪

♪ You're my inspiration
you're my motivation ♪

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

JOE: ♪ They say this is
a big, rich town ♪

♪ Yeah, I just come
from the poorest part ♪

♪ Bright lights, city life ♪

♪ I gotta make it
this is where it goes down ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I just happen
to come up hard ♪

♪ Legal or illegal, baby
I gotta make it ♪

♪

[ Hustle Gang "Troubled" ]

B.O.B: ♪ Paint the ceiling
with your feelings ♪

♪ Sway your city
with my thoughts ♪

♪ Guess I'm too much
of a criminal ♪

♪ I'm a villain, what a cost ♪

♪ Seems like every time
I talk ♪

♪ I set a million missiles
off ♪

♪ Donald Sterling, my opinions
piss a million niggas off ♪

♪ This is me against the world
fuck, consider this a draw ♪

♪ I got some shit up
on my chest ♪

♪ And I can't wait
to get it off ♪

♪ If it's trouble that
they looking for ♪

♪ I'll give them what
they want ♪

♪

[ phone buzzes ]

Good news?

Nah.

'Cause we could sure use some.

It's work stuff.

Oh, all right.

- Tariq dressed?
- Ha.

I don't know what that boy
is doing,

but I haven't heard a thing.

I'ma try to get
some breakfast ready.

Yeah, go on, T.

I'll see if Tariq's up.

Yo, Tariq!

♪

WTD: ♪ And no man shall ever
back me down ♪

♪ You say you want some
when you really know ♪

♪ You don't want no trouble,
yeah ♪

♪ You don't want no problem ♪

YOUNG DRO: ♪ Yeah,
I'm fire like Bic ♪

♪ I've got the butane ♪

You all right, St. Patrick?
Yeah.

[ groans ]

You know, we lost an inmate
last year just like this,

weights slipped on his neck
and crushed his windpipe.

He was a cop killer,
just like you.

Piece of shit.

What you lookin' over there for,
man?

The cameras don't work, son.

They ain't worked
in over a year.

Too bad, though,
if they did.

Maybe they'd find out how
the weights slipped

on the last nigga here.

Ain't nobody give a fuck about
you while you up in here.

Get your windpipe crushed,

just one less
bullshit-ass nigga.

[ crunching ]

[ groans ]

Pull your skirt up, bitch.

♪ I got racks like
Dolly Parton ♪

[ gasps ]

WTD: ♪ Never should they
test me now ♪

♪ You say you want some
when you really know ♪

♪ You ain't want no trouble,
yeah ♪

What the fuck, Angela?

Are you actually trying to get
this case thrown out

before trial?

I told Angela not to pursue
the traffic stop.

I told her to let it go.

And this is the one time

you listen to the guy
in charge?

- Really?
- Saxe is right.

It's not like you not to go
the extra mile, Angela.

MAK: Look, let's not lose
our cool here, all right?

When St. Patrick told you
about the traffic stop,

did he say anything else
you're leaving out?

Nothing else relevant.

He said he thought Greg

was going to pin the whole
Lobos leak on me.

I thought he was lying.

I'd been spending time
with Greg--

SAXE: Ha, spending time.

Was that the, uh, euphemism
we're using today?

Stop being a fucking asshole,
Saxe.

We all want St. Patrick
to go to jail

for killing Greg.

Maybe I want it more than any of
you for exactly that reason.

Fuck jail.

I want him to get
the needle.

Me too.

Me too.

Then I guess
we're in this together.

MAK: Agreed.

Without the DNA evidence,

we need to shore up our case.

Come on, let's go.

Angela,
hold on a moment.

[ door closes ]

Valdes, what would you have done

if St. Patrick accepted the deal
you offered him

and then I refused to honor it?

You know, Saxe was right.

I'm not surprised you went
behind my back.

Your lack of respect
for authority precedes you,

as is your inability to follow
the rules.

But in this case,
it can help us.

We ran ballistics
on Tasha's gun.

They came back completely clean.

So now we need a new angle
on an old target.

I'd rather not go back there
again.

Well, I'd rather you'd
never offered the deal

in the first place.

No.
Not yesterday,

not today, okay?

I repeat, I've never heard

of a Bailey Markham.

Okay, but you have heard
of Andre Coleman

and Julio Antonio Moreno?

Yeah.

Julio used to work for me.

Dre works for me now.
Why?

They were brought in
for questioning

by the Feds.

Any idea
what they might have said?

The truth,

that I'm an upstanding,
respectable businessman.

What?

Even so,
your association with felons

years after you left the hood...

it will confuse the jury
as to your intentions.

Well, then un-confuse them.

Look, man, I pull these kids
out of the hood;

I give 'em life skills
for the real world.

So you're Mother Teresa.
In Armani.

No, no, he's a one-man
homeboy industry.

That's a good play.

Speaking of play, Joe,

what about the gun found
at Truth?

Can't we get that thrown out?

- That's our intention.
GHOST: Okay.

Yes,
but if we file that motion

and the prosecution connects
you to that gun

in any way, we're done.

You're getting the needle.

It's not my gun.

And if you believe it's my gun,

then why the fuck are you
on my team?

James, he has a point.

Don't make it personal.

This is about my life.

It doesn't get any more

motherfuckin' personal
than that!

There he is.
See that?

That flash of anger,
that loss of control.

You do that in court one time--
one time--

and it plays right into
the prosecution's narrative.

You will be seen as
just another angry black man

who killed a cop in cold blood.

So I'm gonna ask you one
last time.

Is there anything we need
to know about this gun?

No.

Then we'll file that motion.

[ exhales sharply ]
Good.

I'll get started.

All right.

[ tense music ]

♪

Look into
a Marshal Clyde Williams.

There may have been an incident
with an inmate

in the weight room
about a year ago, okay?

- Williams?
- Yeah, Williams.

Got it.

And did you talk to Tommy

about making the money drop
for Teresi yet?

- I will
- Tell him to also see

if he can confirm
Teresi's involvement

in the murder
of Roberto Solletti.

I got it.

And what about this Silver guy,
man?

You sure you bettin'
on the right man?

Yes.

Look, we're all
in this together.

You can trust me.

I do.

I absolutely trust you.

♪

Thanks.

♪

[ lock echoes ]

Yo, man. Come here.

Are you on Dominican time?
What's wrong with you?

Eh?

Callahan, Poncho,
Spanky

all rolled through
with their money.

I went to go pay my respects
at Domingo's house.

The fuck is up, man?

Tommy didn't need to do him
like that.

What are you bitchin' about?

Runnin' over my boy,
breaking his legs.

Homie's out of control.

Yo, man, I'll...

[ clears throat ]

I'll talk to Tommy.

I'll handle it.

Don't seem like y'all
on the same page.

And now I got a soldier
who can't fuckin' walk.

Like I said,

I'll handle it.

Let me ask you this,

if Tommy don't trust you to do
your fucking job,

why should I?

Look.

I'm sorry about what happened
to your boy, Domingo,

but he should have kept his
fuckin' mouth shut.

Needed to show a little bit
of respect.

And so do you.

I'm the Distro now.

See, that's your problem,
Pariguayo.

You think 'cause Tommy gave you
a new title

you're the big man.

But look,

you gotta earn respect.

And from where I sit,

don't seem like you got any.

[ tense music ]

♪

TOMMY: Tony who?

Teresi?

Tony Teresi.

I mean,
the name sounds familiar.

Capo in the Mosconi
crime family.

- Ha.
- Head of their hit crew?

Mosconi--didn't all those
guys snitch

and get tickets to Arizona?

Not this one.

Teresi kept his mouth shut.

He's doing a federal bid.

He's been in for 25 years.

He's in the MCC with James
right now.

Oh, well, this can't be good.

Teresi walked up on James

and called him Ghost.

And I got no idea
how he knows.

Well, it don't matter
how he knows.

Exactly!

He's threatening to go
to the Feds

and rat James out if he doesn't
get 20 grand a week from now on.

Oh, this grease ball
motherfucker.

He asked for you specifically
to do the drop.

- Me?
- He said, "Tommy Egan."

Fuck.

How he knows me too?

I mean, you tell me to lay low,

and now you want me to be
an errand boy

to bribe some mobster?

How do we know that he ain't
working for the Feds?

That this ain't some setup
for me to get caught

with my dick in a ringer?

We don't.

I could be sending you
right into a trap,

but I got no choice.

We're all fucked together
on this one.

When you go,

James had something he wanted
you to find out,

if you can.

Confirmation about Teresi

being involved in a hit
on Roberto Solletti?

[ sighs softly ]

Tell Ghost I got this.

What the fuck is this
about, Tommy?

Don't worry about it.

"Don't worry about it,"
he tells me.

[ indistinct chatter ]

[ soft piano music playing ]

[ distant chatter ]

MAN: Ma'am, can I help you?

[ sighs ]

[ car horn blares distantly ]

You lost the DNA
so you need me, right?

I'm not gonna say nothin'
to help you.

You may have the degrees
and a badge,

but I'm not as stupid
as you think.

I don't think you're stupid,
Tasha.

Stupid's not Jamie's type.

Gullible, maybe.

I certainly believed him

when he said
he was going legit.

You were right to believe him.

Did you believe him
when he told you

that he stopped seeing me?

He told you about that?

I figured it out.

Right after that woman tried
to kill him at Truth,

he came over and he told me

he needed more time
for us to be together.

Later, I realized
what he needed was you.

All that time we spent
meeting up,

sleeping together and...

he was coming home to you.

Are you trying to get me
to slap the fuck out of you?

No, I'm saying he lied
to us both,

used us both,

because we let him,
because he could.

Hmm.

Did Jamie tell you
we offered him a deal?

Yeah, he told me.

So he told you
that we came to him

and I showed him that
we could charge you

as an accomplice,

that we could eventually
put you in jail?

I told him he could
save you from that

if he took the deal.

Well, he didn't do it,
so...

why would he take a deal?

Are you sure?

Whose word do you have
for that?

His?

What if he did it, Tasha?

What if he killed Greg

and he's willing to
risk your life

to make sure he walks away?

What if he doesn't care

if you go to jail
as long as he goes free?

[ scoffs ]

You know what?

Yes, he's a liar.
I know that.

But so are you.

- [ scoffs ]
- I know in your mind

I'm your enemy, Tasha.

But what if he's the enemy?

What if for every
sleepless night crying

I know we've both had,

for every night wondering
where the fuck he was,

what if this is the answer?

That he goes down

and you and I are the ones
who survive?

♪

[ hip-hop music playing ]

[ indistinct chatter ]

- My man.
- What's up?

- All right, thank you.
- [ grunts ]

This your share of the lick.

Oh, shit.

You earned it.
You a motherfuckin' G, man.

You gotta get paid
what you're worth.

Just don't let your mom
find that shit.

[ laughs ]

♪

She bad, right?

Uh, I wasn't looking at her,
you know...

"Well, uh, well,
I wasn't lookin'"--

[ stutters mockingly ]

"I wasn't looking
at the pussy.

What do you mean?"

-"I wasn't lookin' at it."
-"What do you mean?"

-[ laughter ]
-Great job, man.

Let's talk about this business,
man.

Set up this next lick.

Tell Ray some more about
your rich friends.

[ grunts softly ]

Yo, J, so this makes us
all good?

Damn near.

Just need Dre's shit.

What you mean,
"We need Dre's shit"?

You tellin' me he didn't show?

Yo, relax, T.

I'll handle fuckin' Dre.

More importantly, T, what
the fuck's up with you running

motherfuckers over now, man?

-Oh, the Dominican Shrek?
-Yeah.

Fucker's lucky I took it
easy on him.

Now if you would've done
your job

and checked his disrespect,

he'd still have two good legs.

Fuck him anyway.

Handicapped people get
all the best parking spots.

Yeah, Tommy, but by doing that,
man,

you don't realize now you're
chopping off my fuckin' balls.

Think about it; now I gotta
go and talk Cristobal

back into the fold again.

I mean, there's only so many
extra keys

I can throw the fuckin' Tainos,
man.

You see all this you're talking
about right now?

It's not my problem.

And the fact that you're trying
to make it my problem

means that you are
becoming my problem.

You understand?

I got something I gotta do.

I'ma be gone a while.

But I gotta ask you something.

Why was you in with the Feds
longer than Dre?

Yo, how long I was in with
the Feds don't mean shit.

I could have snitched the first
five minutes if I was gonna.

Is Dre telling you
this bullshit?

I never said nothin'
about snitching.

Just do your job.

And if you wanna be Distro
tomorrow,

you get me my club cut
by midnight.

Shut it.

[ whirring ]

[ elevator bell dings ]

I mean, I guess I better
get used

to this bitch just hittin' me up

whenever she feels like it.

She lucky you ain't me, T,

'cause I would have broke
her ass in half by now.

[ chuckles ]
I know that's right.

What man you got spending
the night over here?

Girl, please.

Ain't no man up in here.

It's just Tommy.

You sure that's a good idea?

Tommy sleeping over?

Why?

Why?
'Cause Ghost is in jail.

You think he would like
his best friend

shacking up with his wife?

[ scoffs ]

Ghost asked for Tommy
to be here.

Hm.

Honestly, I don't even know

if I care about what the fuck
Ghost likes.

You know,
they offered him a deal.

To protect me
and the kids.

He turned it down.

What?
Fuckin' serious?

That's why Angela wanted
to meet me, to tell me.

I mean, the bitch could've
been lyin', but...

if she's not,

then that means
he made that decision

without even talking to me.

I mean, Ghost and I are supposed
to be in this together,

on the same side.

If I were you,

I'd be thinking about being
on my own damn side.

[ exhales sharply ]

[ solemn music ]

[ scoffs ]

Yo, man, a primera drop-off?

That shit ain't optional, homey.

Where the fuck were you?

[ scoffs ]

I was just taking care
of some club shit, man.

- Yeah?
- Just chill.

I'll be at the next one.

Here.

Yeah, you will.

Yo, what's this shit
you tellin' Tommy

I was in with the Feds
longer than you?

The fuck's up with that?

I didn't say nothing
about that.

- No?
- No.

I just told him that we both

got picked up, that's all.

And how the hell would I know
if you were in there longer?

Look, bro, on some G shit,

you and I ain't got
no more beef.

All right, I'm just movin'
weight like I'm supposed to.

- We cool.
- Do your thing, man.

[ door opens ]

[ door buzzes ]

[ door closes ]

I heard you were...

offered a gift

the other day.

One you didn't accept.

Yeah, I couldn't accept it.

Hmm.

That gift would have helped me
and the kids.

We should have talked

before you said no.

[ sighs ]

Your little friend
just came to visit

and she offered me a gift too,

one I don't think
you would like me to take.

[ dark music ]

I didn't accept it either.

♪

- Of course not.
- [ scoffs ]

Look, your friend

seems to think that she and I

should be on the same side.

You know, since we've both been
through so much...

pain.

Tasha, what you getting at, huh?

- You agree with her?
- No.

You and I are in this together,

but you need to start acting
like you know that.

You don't make another decision
without bringing me in.

Okay?

♪

I struck out.

Even if we could
break privilege,

I don't think
she'll ever flip on James.

She's loyal to him,

after everything.

[ knock on door ]

MAK: What's up, Coop?

Love letter from Proctor.

♪

MAK: Motherfucker.

Proctor just filed a motion

to suppress the gun.

Our chain of custody is solid,
right, Mike?

Absolutely.

[ club music playing ]

♪

DRE: Yo!

What you doing here, man?

Hey, man.

You missed the payment drop
today.

- Yeah.
- Something wrong with you

and Tommy?

No, I had to do something
for Ghost, but...

now that you mention it,

Tommy has been acting
kind of crazy lately.

Yo, bring my boy a bottle
of Effen and two shot glasses,

all right?

- Here.
- Here you go.

So talk to me, man.

Yeah, he messed up Domingo bad.

- Mm.
- My bros are ready to revolt.

- And Julio...
- Oh...

He had no fuckin' idea.

DRE: Yeah, man, Julio,

don't get me started on
that motherfucker.

Julio ain't ready
for prime time--

Here you go.

You let me know
if you need anything else.

♪

How do you work here without
fuckin' all these girls?

Oh, man,
it's bad for business.

Hey, we open in a half hour.

So what were you sayin' about
Julio fuckin' up?

Yo, what are you doing?

Snooping in my fuckin' room.

What are you doing?

Where'd you get
all that money from?

I'm not telling you shit.

Better not open your mouth
to Ma either.

Fuckin' snitch.
Get outta my room.

You're such an idiot.

So, you were alone when
you found the body, right?

- No witnesses?
- That's right.

I was alone.

And after being alone
at the crime scene for, what,

an hour?

40 minutes,

until the crime scene techs
arrived.

After being alone for 40 minutes

you then oversaw the tech team

as they collected
Mr. St. Patrick's fingerprints

and DNA?

I did,

as Special Agent in Charge.

PROCTOR: You also personally

discovered the murder weapon
at Truth nightclub?

I collected it,

and there were three other
agents in that office with me.

Well, three other agents
who report to you.

DONOVAN: Mm-hmm.

PROCTOR: So,
you were not only present

but participated
in the collection

of every major piece of
evidence against the defendant.

Who signed the affidavit in
support of the arrest warrant?

I did.

PROCTOR: Well, you don't like
my client very much.

Not particularly, no.

But that does not mean that
I didn't follow procedure--

Thank you.

Let me ask you this:

What makes more sense,

that an upstanding citizen
with no personal connection

to the drug world was able to

break into
a dirty FBI Agent's home,

catch him by surprise,

murder him, and then escape,

only to leave the murder weapon

poorly hidden
at his own workplace?

Or that he was framed?

Calls for speculation.

Sustained.

PROCTOR: I think Greg Knox

figured out who
the FBI mole was.

- And it was you.
- What?

MAK: Your Honor.
PROCTOR: It was you

who killed Greg
to protect yourself,

and then you planted
James St. Patrick's fingerprints

and DNA at the crime scene right
before the tech team got there.

That's ridiculous.

You planted the gun at Truth

right after having the security
cameras turned off, which...

[ claps ]
was genius, by the way.

You steered this prosecution
at every stage.

Isn't that right?

- Objection.
- This is some bullshit.

MAK: Don't answer that.
- Donovan.

I risk my life

every goddamn day for my job.

Motherfuckers like you
are the real reason...

Agent Donovan!

We can't ever
put the real criminals in jail!

Someone needs to
shut your motherfuckin' mouth.

PROCTOR: [ exhales sharply ]

That's quite a temper you have,
Agent.

What, you're gonna frame me now,
too?

No further questions,
Your Honor.

[ tense music ]

You see?

Angry black man.

TAPPER: Now,
Agent Donovan and Mr. Proctor,

I will remind you both

that this is a court of law.

Any cross, Mr. Mak?

No, Your Honor.

All right, well,
then Agent Donovan,

you are excused.

I'll, uh, render a decision
shortly.

[ gavel bangs ]

That was just a preview.

We can't call him in trial

to establish foundation
for the gun.

We're screwed.

We need a new way to go.

[ doorbell rings ]

[ pounding on door ]

[ door handle clicks ]

[ dog barks in distance ]

Got a package for Tony Teresi.

Am I in the right place
or what?

Yeah, you're in the right place.

Come on.

[ indistinct TV chatter ]

JUDY: that the only person I'm
gonna get an accurate answer

from is you...

Hm.

So this is what
retired gangsters do all day.

They watch Judge Judy.

I like the way she tells people
to fuck off.

- Sit down.
- Okay.

[ unzips bag ]

Come on, man.
What you doing?

It's all there.

I don't know you, kid.

All I know is my friend's
information must be good.

You showing up tells me that.

All I know is that
my boy inside gots kids.

We just want to make sure
nothing fucks up his case.

I guess you didn't go
the extra mile for Teresi.

So why didn't the Feds
ever pick you up?

Or you never did any real work.

You just hung out
with made guys.

I was as fuckin' real
as they come.

You might want to
watch your fuckin' mouth.

You was?

Teach me, my G.
Tell me.

What did you do?

Teach me.

Just tell me the biggest job
you ever done.

You were the guy that ran over
the Gotti kid.

Nah?
You went down to Philly

and took out Salvie Testa
for Scarfo?

Castellano outside Sparks?

Am I getting closer here
or just talking?

Um, David Caccia?
Roberto Solletti?

CONNIE: Sammy...

Who is this?

Who are you?

I'm a friend of your husband's.

My husband ain't got
any friends.

He was just leaving, Connie.

Go back to bed.

It's all here.
You can go.

Nice doing business with ya.

[ door closes ]

I have no interest
in helping you

or your client.

Yeah, well,
why isn't the prosecution

calling you as
a timeline witness?

I figured you'd be
the cornerstone

of their prima facie case.

You know how this works.

I have subpoena power.

You can answer now
or be dragged into court

and answer on the stand.

Look, the prosecution thinks
Greg is dirty,

that he was working for
Felipe Lobos.

I don't buy it, and
I'm not gonna toe the party line

so they're not gonna call me.

I know someone else
who doesn't buy it.

My client, James St. Patrick.

He doesn't think Greg Knox
was the FBI mole.

Maybe we could push this agenda
together.

I...may have a relevant piece
of evidence,

something that could be used
as leverage

if St. Patrick turned
government's witness

against Egan.

The only problem is,
if you use it,

you're gonna have to choose
between your two clients.

Is it a recording?

I'll...meet with you.

Not in public.

I don't want to be seen with
St. Patrick's lawyer,

no offense.

None taken.

How about my office?

How about your place?

[ tense music ]

[ door buzzes ]

♪

[ phone beeps ]

[ line trilling ]

SAMMY: Hey, Tony.

Egan show up?

Egan just made the drop
for St. Patrick.

Connie can call the doctor.
The money's all there.

[ sighs ]

And?

It's him.

Are you sure?

SAMMY: I'm sure.

[ sighs ]

[ phone snaps shut ]

[ inhales sharply ]

What the hell is going on?

Good news.

You can call the doctor

and get that new treatment.

Who's "him"?
Who's "him"?

You talking about the kid
who was here earlier?

How does Tony know that kid?

Look, Connie,
the less you know, the better.

-CONNIE: Oh, no, no!
-Drop it.

-Drop it, okay?
-Fuck you, fuck you.

I'm sick,
I'm a woman,

but this is my house,

and I have a fuckin' right

to know what goes on

under my roof!

In 40 years of marriage,

Tony never once--
not once--

kept a secret from me.

He never once lied to me,

and that shit is not gonna
start now.

Tony's just trying to keep you
alive and happy.

- [ scoffs ]
- So why don't you just

let him, huh?

Hey, I'll stop by tomorrow,

check on ya.

All right?

Connie?

[ sighs softly ]

[ horns honking distantly ]

'Sup, beautiful?

Ah.

I'm actually glad you're here.

Oh, yeah?

'Cause we need to talk.

Or we could go into the back
and talk later?

Mm-mm.

Last night when you left...

I told you.

It was about being there
for Tasha and the kids.

I got a kid.

What about you being there
for us?

Why you trippin'?

MAN: ♪ Doesn't make sense ♪

[ PARTYNEXTDOOR
"Come and See Me" ]

♪ Shit just got real, things
are gettin' intense now ♪

♪ I hear you talkin' 'bout "we"
a lot ♪

♪ Oh, you speak French now ♪

♪ Giving me the signs
so I gotta take a hint now ♪

♪

♪ I hit you up like "Do you
wanna hang right now?" ♪

♪ On the East Side and you know
I'm with the gang right now ♪

♪ You say do I own a watch ♪

♪ Do I know what time it is
right now, yeah ♪

[ both panting ]

♪ It's after 2:00 a.m.
and that's askin' ♪

♪ A lot of you right now ♪

♪

♪ All she talkin' bout is,
"Come and see me for once ♪

♪ Come and see me for once ♪

♪ You don't ever come to me ♪

♪ You don't ever come to me ♪

Hmm, baby.

I gotta go, baby.

Are you sure your dad's not
gonna be here till tomorrow?

No, he's fuckin' his girlfriend
in Vegas tonight.

Yo, I hacked his tablet

and she sent him some nude pics.

- Oh, word?
- You wanna see her tits?

- Oh, shit.
- No, fuck outta here.

You gotta Snapchat that shit,
though.

[ beeping ]

[ door buzzes ]

[ Daye Jack "Raw" ]

[ phone buzzing ]

♪

Little man got the digits.

Are you sure he got this, man?

'Cause I ain't going back inside

'cause some green-ass nigga
fucked up on his end.

DAYE: ♪ Let my enemies yell
at me ♪

♪ Hobby for the young bro ♪

Told you it's all good with him,
man.

Let's go.
Let's roll, nigga.

DAYE: ♪ Gotta send me money,
Venmo ♪

♪ Put us on the map,
don't sleep, siesta, man blow ♪

♪ Jack won't be no nigga
serenading with a banjo ♪

♪ Real reckless dude
with a crew carry ammo ♪

♪ Thought predicting winning
would be something so taboo ♪

♪ But now I'm monkeying around
with my brothers, baboons ♪

Hey!
Hey!

How long are you two gonna
be parked there?

That's permit parking only.

KANAN: We have our permits,
Officer.

We'll be done soon.

Yeah, you better be.

DAYE: ♪ Started that flame,
somebody ring the alarm ♪

♪ I'm too raw, raw, raw,
I'm a villain, I'm a don ♪

♪ Mask and a cape,
somebody ring the alarm ♪

[ chuckles ]

[ gunfire on TV ]

MAN: Movement, ten o'clock!

[ gunshot ]
Oh!

Oh, shit.

Yo, you see that dude's head
explode?

You gotta hit him, like,
right under the chin

and the head flies, like,
50 feet in the air.

Shit's fire.

[ muffled thud ]

Yo, you heard that?

Hear what?

That noise.

What noise?

It was probably just
the lean hittin' ya.

Just the game.

Yo, maybe I should call
the alarm company.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Have them do a patrol.

Whoa, whoa.

We're skipping school

and we're getting high.

You sure you wanna fuckin' call
the alarm company?

[ both chuckle ]
Crazy.

You know what, I'ma go check.

Here, take my turn.

Make some more lean anyway.

Yo, I want more of that shit.

Yo, y'all need to keep it down.

Chad can hear y'all.

This nigga knockin' over shit
lookin' for a bottle.

Nigga, I was lookin' for dope.

[ softly ]
Shh, he can year you.

Rich motherfuckers always got
some medicinal shit

stashed somewhere.

CHAD:
Yo, 'Riq, everything cool?

Yeah, bro!

Your cat just knocked over
something.

All right, yo,
I'll keep him drinking,

but y'all need to hurry
the fuck up.

All right.

Get the door, man.

You went out to Teresi's?

Everything I saw,
everything I heard.

You can get that to Ghost?

Yeah, I'm his lawyer.

I can sneak it in.

And before you say it,

I'm being your lawyer too.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

In fact, I got a meeting
with a Homeland Security Agent

tomorrow night who says
he has evidence against you.

- Against me?
- Yeah.

[ sighs ]

What kind of evidence
is that?

I--that's what I'm gonna
find out.

[ sighs ]

Good.
Good.

I want to be there too.

I want to hear what he's got.

No, no way in hell.

[ tense music ]

I wasn't asking you, Proctor.

♪

PROCTOR:
These fuckin' guards, man.

GHOST: Tell me about it.

PROCTOR: I made some headway
with your guard.

I'm gonna get him transferred.

Oh, nice work, yo.

Yeah.

But it ain't all good news,
James.

I think the Ruiz recording
may have surfaced.

And it's not good.

The prosecution has it, huh?

A Homeland Security Agent.

Jesus.

Look, if Mak had it,
he'd be introducing it

in court right after
announcing a RICO action

against you and Tommy.

He's not doing that.

You do the math for me.
What does all that mean?

I don't know.

I'm meeting with
the Homeland guy.

I'll know more tomorrow, but...

if this recording does directly
incriminate you,

there may only be one way
out of this mess.

It's not happening,
come on.

You know that, yo.
I'm not flippin' on Tommy, man.

Did he go see Teresi's guy?

- Yeah.
- Okay, and?

He said he couldn't be
100% sure,

but the guy jumped when
he brought up Solletti's name.

- Bingo.
- So did Teresi's wife.

I thought so.

And the sick fuck wrote
everything down,

asked me to give it to you.

[ dramatic music ]

Destroy that after you read it.

GHOST: Yeah.

And whatever you plan on doing,
James,

be careful.

♪

- Got it.
- All right.

- I'll see you.
- All right.

♪

Thank you.

[ bell ringing ]

[ indistinct chatter ]

Wait a minute.

You know what, um...

you guys stay right here.

I'll be right back.

What are you doing about
the security at this school?

I'm glad you're here.

Actually, Mrs. St. Patrick--

The paparazzi took pictures
of Raina

and put it in the "Post."

Now both of my kids are being
bullied by their classmates.

MAGGIE: First of all,
the paparazzi

haven't been a problem
for any of our other students.

Of course, none of them has
a parent on trial

for murdering a federal agent.

He's going to be exonerated.

And in the meantime,

I think we pay enough money
to ensure

our kids are kept safe here.

Actually, your tuition check
for this quarter

was returned by the bank.

Insufficient funds.

♪

Well, that's--
that's impossible.

Our accounts are fine.

Resubmit it.

I spoke to the branch manager.

They won't honor any checks from
you or your husband.

So you have till the end
of the week

to cover the payment,

or both of your children
will face suspension.

♪

Was there anything else?

Hmm.
No.

♪

[ traffic passing ]

[ dramatic hip-hop music ]

- FBI.
- What?

The establishment is closed
until further notice.

What?

The hell are you talking about?

You can't shut me down.

MAN: ♪ I don't give a fuck ♪

I don't even know what the hell
this is.

Not my problem.

I'm gonna need you to stay
out of the premises.

You know what,
I'm gonna need you

to kiss my black ass,
all right?

How the fuck y'all think you
just can come here...

Lock it up.

And just shut my shit down
like that?

Tasha, answer the phone.

MAN: ♪ I can't hear you
I don't give a fuck ♪

♪

Sorry, everyone.

The club's closed.

Please exit.

[ indistinct chatter ]

♪

Yo, Julio.

Hit me back.
Shit just got real.

Truth got shut down, man.

♪

[ phone buzzing ]

LAKEISHA: Tasha!
- Yo, Keisha, listen--

LAKEISHA:
They just shut down the shop!
What the fuck?

LAKEISHA:
What the fuck is going on?

They just came
and shut the shop down.
All right, all right,

let me change.
I'll be right there.

♪

'Riq.

Tell Mom I went to Calvin's.

Tariq.

MAN: ♪ I don't give a fuck ♪

[ hip-hop music playing ]

[ chatter, laughter ]

You nervous.

You'll be all right.

♪

Yo, man, I got your cut.

But shit's going down
with Ghost.

Truth closed.

I don't know how
I'ma pay you next month.

That sounds like
a you problem to me.

I don't give a fuck
how you do it.

Just get it done.

[ door opens ]

Hey, what's good, brother?

DRE:
What's Tariq doing here, man?

♪

He here to have
a good time.

I think it's time for you
to be getting home

to that beautiful daughter
you got.

MAN: ♪ She make
that booty pop ♪

♪ Turn around, baby,
make your booty drop ♪

♪ Drop, drop,
make that booty drop ♪

♪ Drop, drop, make
that booty drop ♪

♪ Drop that booty on my lap ♪

Look, man, I don't know what
you're doing here,

but you need to come home
with me.

♪

Think I'ma stay.

♪

[ scoffs softly ]

♪

What up, Brains?

You made it, little man.

Here, hit this.

MAN: ♪ She make that booty go ♪

♪ She make that booty stop ♪

♪ I told her, turn around,
baby ♪

♪ Make that booty pop ♪

[ inhales ]

[ coughs ]

[ laughter ]

Ha-ha!

It's your first time?

[ coughs ]
No.

Yeah, I believe that ain't

your first time
for a lot of shit.

Speaking of which...

I got something for you.

A reward for you standin' up
in that last lick.

♪

Hi.
Wanna talk?

Get the fuck in there, T.

You ain't gotta pay her
or nothing.

Don't ever pay bitches for shit
they'll do for free.

Go on.
Split that motherfucker in half.

Or do--do what you can do,
at least.

[ laughter ]

MAN: ♪ She make that booty
pop ♪

♪ Told her turn around, baby,
make that booty drop ♪

♪ Drop, drop,
make that booty drop ♪

That boy will never
be the same.

[ muffled hip-hop music
continues ]

[ sighs ]

Where you from?

Manhattan.

- Uptown?
- Nah.

Downtown.
Tribeca.

Shit, what you doin' hangin'
with these niggas?

I don't know, they real.

Unlike my family at home.

Where you from?

I'm from here.
Few blocks down.

Your parents know you're here?

[ laughs ]
Hell no.

Okay.

Yours?

They don't give a fuck
where I'm at.

Did Slim tell you
to do this?

Slim?
No.

I wanted to.

It's okay.

TOMMY: That's what doing Lobos
was about.

BAILEY: Tommy,
it's been a long night.

What do you say
you leave it alone, huh?

TOMMY: Me and Ghost killed him
to start over.

[ key clicks ]

Play it again.

It doesn't matter how many times
I play it.

It's not gonna change.

Egan implicates he and Ghost
in Lobos's murder.

But he never mentions
your client by name

and he never mentions that Knox
helped them,

because he didn't.

What I care about is clearing
Greg's record.

If St. Patrick wants to
use this recording

and flip on Egan
and get immunity,

then he's gonna have to testify

that Greg wasn't killed because
he was working for Lobos

but that he was killed because
he was close to taking down

Egan and St. Patrick.

Like I said, James doesn't think
Knox was working with Lobos.

He thinks the real mole
killed Knox

and framed him.

If we point the finger
at that person,

it exonerates Knox
and St. Patrick.

Any chance you know who
that person is?

Maybe.

But you got to hear this first.

If you play this in court,

Egan doesn't just go down
for Lobos.

RUIZ: What's wrong?

TOMMY: Uh...

The old bitch,
she's overheating.

Gotta pull over
and check it out.

Older cars, you know how it is.

Hey, Ruiz!

Get me my flashlight
in the glove box?

[ clattering ]

[ rumbling ]

RUIZ: I used to work
on my dad's car.

If it's overheating,
you're gonna have to--

[ grunting ]

Tommy, what are you doing?

You're gonna regret this.
TOMMY: No, I won't.

'Cause it ain't me
doing this to you.

It's Ghost.

[ Ruiz struggling ]

[ dark music ]

♪

You see why I say
you gotta choose.

St. Patrick or Egan.

It only helps St. Patrick
if he flips

and builds a case against Egan.

Who specifically on
the prosecution team

has heard this?

Well, I told Saxe about it,

but he hasn't heard it.

You and I are the only ones

who've heard it.

Tommy, no!

Ha!

Ugh!

[ grunts ]

♪

[ moaning ]

♪

What the fuck?

Ugh!

What the fuck, Tommy?

I told you to stay the fuck
in there!

Jesus Christ!

He's a federal fucking agent!

Yeah, well,
now we in this together.

We both implicated.

So...

gettin' Ghost to flip on me

ain't really an option for you
no more.

Is it?

♪

[ laughs ]

So,
let me ask you something.

Ghost set that up?

Ruiz recording me talking?

That was his little plan?

James knew about the recording.

That's why he broke
into Knox's apartment

to find it.

To save you.

-Fuck.
-Yeah.

Fuck!

[ groans ]
Just...

Just go.
Go, get out.

No, no.
I'll take care of the laptop.

No, I think I'll scorch
this motherfucker myself.

Tommy, I have to figure out
what Markham

was gonna do with the recording.

Just destroying his laptop

won't confirm that there was
only one copy.

♪

All right.

You better do it.

What about him?

♪

I'll take care of him too.

Yeah?

Not by myself.

I know a guy.

[ chuckles ]

Hey, Proctor.

♪

You all right.

I'm glad I didn't have to
kill you too.

♪

Find a new lawyer
in New York City?

Fuck that.

[ door closes ]

[ knock on door ]

Yo.

Got the payment.

You're good for a week.

I'm gonna need you
to keep 'em comin', though.

I need something else too.

That friend of yours,
Tommy Egan,

I want to meet him.

I don't think so.

Not gonna happen.

Not gonna be paying you
any more money, either.

Are you forgettin'
I know who you are?

I know you know who I am.

It's just that I now know
who you are too.

And I know that you and your boy
on the outside

killed Roberto Solletti.

So if you rat me out
as Ghost,

then I'll spill what I know
about you.

See how that works?

Now you know I'm in here

for multiple life sentences,
right?

So even if you could prove
this, that I did it,

the Solletti kill would just up
my juice in here.

[ laughs ]

Yeah, but what about
the new trial, huh?

How does that affect
your sick wife?

Connie?
Is that her name?

All the stress, you know,
the press--

Your keep her name
out of your fuckin' mouth!

You hear me?

[ tense music ]

♪

I'm sure the Solletti family,
of course,

would love to know who really
killed their father.

And with all due respect,
old man,

then what happens to your wife?

Especially when they find out
where she lives,

and you and I both know
that's gonna happen.

Motherfucker.

Goes both ways, old man.

No more money.

No more threats.

No families get hurt
on the outside,

and you don't meet Tommy Egan

or a single person
that I know.

Just nod your head
so I know you heard me.

Good.

♪

You want to tell me
what's going on?

Is this about that recording?

I don't know.

They must have found something

that--that screws us
in the financial docs.

- What's that mean?
- They seized your assets.

- What?
- Froze your accounts

so they can scrutinize
the data.

What's my family supposed to do
about money, man?

Think bigger, James.

What could they have found
in those records?

I don't know.

Look, I have rarely seen
the Feds seize assets

for a murder.

RICO cases, sure, but this one?

What do you think they're after?

BAILIFF: All rise.

What the hell are you two
not telling me?

[ door closes ]

Your Honor, may I approach?

TAPPER: Please do.

Okay, uh...

well, we're gonna recess
to chambers now

and the defendant will return
to his holding cell.

♪

MIKE: Mr. Proctor should
be disqualified.

He can't adequately represent
Mr. St. Patrick's interest.

[ scoffs ]

Well, your concern
for James's interest

is touching,

especially since
you're trying to kill him.

What's the basis of your claim?

Mr. Proctor represented
Thomas Egan

in a drug conspiracy case
we brought.

There's an inherent
conflict of interest

between Egan and St. Patrick.

They are grasping at straws,
Your Honor.

There's no proof
of any conflict.

MAK: Then why have you been seen

speaking to Tom Egan?

Who's your client, Proctor?

Egan and St. Patrick's interests
are aligned.

MAK: Really?
So when we offered

St. Patrick a deal
to flip on Egan,

that didn't generate a clear
conflict of interest?

Mr. Proctor?

They've known about this
since day one.

Your Honor,
they're only bringing it up now

because I'm beating them.

Your duties of loyalty
and confidentiality

to both of your clients
are clearly compromised.

I am granting the request
and ordering you

to withdraw from the case
immediately.

Judge, are you kidding?

Your Honor,
I believe fundamental fairness

demands a mistrial be declared.

Losing lead counsel this close
to the trial,

it makes it impossible
for Mr. St. Patrick

to present the best defense.

Oh.

That's a nice try, Mr. Silver,

but I think you can come up with
a decent defense

without us starting over.

And besides,
no jury has been impaneled.

No mistrial.

Oh, and I'll, um, distribute

the decision this afternoon,

but the gun is out.

Mr. Proctor,

you're very convincing.

Nice job.

Yeah, thanks.

We're through here, no?

Those 18 holes at Shinnecock
aren't gonna play themselves.

[ ominous music ]

[ door opens, closes ]

[ door buzzes ]

♪

[ door closes ]

They told me I had a visitor.

Why are you here?

Why are we not
in the attorney's room?

[ sighs ]

That's what I need to talk
to you about.

I'm not your attorney anymore.

[ laughs ]
You jokin', right?

The prosecution made an argument

that I had a conflict
of interest,

that by you not accepting
the deal they offered,

I wasn't representing you.

Well...

you alone.

Yeah, but I would have never
taken that deal, man.

And I would have never
turned on--

The judge doesn't know that.

So what do we do now?

We don't do nothing.

Silver's your guy now.

Now, I know you don't like him,

but he's your only way out.

[ sighs ]

[ dramatic music ]

[ door buzzes ]

♪

[ kicking door ]

How the hell do you know
where I live?

Thanks for getting me
thrown off the case.

That wasn't me.

- Yeah.
- You're drunk, go home.

[ scoffs ]

Scumbag Mak's gonna file
a charge

with the New York State Bar.

I'm gonna get suspended
or disbarred.

Everything that is happening
to you

is happening to you
because your client

murdered Greg Knox.

If you can't understand that--

But he's innocent.

He's innocent.

And you wanna know what
the worst part about it is?

Everything he's done,
he did for you.

Yeah.
And I told him.

I said, "You have a choice.

"You have to choose:

her or your own life."

And that stupid motherfucker
chose you.

You're full of shit.

It's not his gun, Angela.

And if it's not his gun,

what does that say about
the rest of your case, huh?

Get the fuck outta here.

Not his gun.

[ lock clicks ]

[ ominous music ]

♪

[ key clacks ]

♪

[key clacks]

♪

♪

[ mouse clicks ]

Holy shit.

♪

He didn't hide the gun.

♪

MAN: ♪ Another day
and I'm wounded ♪

♪

♪ To run the race,
there my love is ♪

♪ But there are those ♪

♪ Who think the race
is just a waste of time ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ But if I don't
take a chance ♪

♪ I'll never know ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ So why you always
criticizing ♪

♪ What you would have done
different ♪

♪ Go ahead, be gone ♪

♪ I've had my fair share
of falling ♪

♪ And made into a better man ♪

♪ Yet still I go ♪

♪