04x02 - Things Are Going to Get Worse

[bunniefuu]

GHOST: Previously on Power

[silenced g*nsh*t]

James St.

Patrick, you are under arrest for the m*rder of Special Agent Gregory Knox.

Julio is the distro now.

He'll keep you in weight.

Ghost put me in charge of this sh*t.

And Tommy left me in charge of everything.

- I don't feel safe.

- I got you.

I'm giving you as much money as I can.

Just stay away from the kid.

MAK: Tony Teresi One count manslaughter, one count second-degree m*rder.

John, what are you doing here?

MAK: Just got a new assignment.

I'll be sitting first chair in the St.

Patrick case.

After today, we'll be working out of my offices.

- Your Honor - Bail is denied, Mr.

Proctor.

Cop k*ller.

We got a resister!

[blows landing]

[grunting]

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 sh**t the ball or the strap, learn to rap or to jack f*ck 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 Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it ["Drowning" by Mick Jenkins]

MICK: We gonna need some dr*gs for this situation Shout-out to my plug [toilet flushes]

All we ask is ventilation I can't breathe I can't breathe I can't breathe I can't breathe Won't win it through litigation All we ask is ventilation I can't breathe I can't breathe TARIQ: So he's not coming home?

No.

Not right now.

I'm sorry.

That means he did it.

Boy, I don't want to hear those damn words come out of your mouth ever again.

Your father would never k*ll anyone.

And you know better.

The police arrest innocent black men all the time.

Yeah, 'Riq, don't be dumb.

- You're the dumb one.

- I'm not the dumb one!

Stop it, please.

Now, look, I know this is gonna be hard, but we're gonna have to go on with our lives, like everything is normal.

I don't want you discussing your father's arrest with anyone.

I mean, someone could try to twist your words and use them to hurt your dad and our family.

If anyone asks, we don't call him "Ghost.

" It's just a nickname that he got when he was a kid.

How did he get the name "Ghost" anyways?

Yeah, Mom?

How did he?

It doesn't mean anything.

It's the hood.

Everybody has nicknames in the hood.

What if something happens to Daddy when he's in prison?

Nothing is gonna happen to your father, okay?

Your dad is gonna be fine.

We are all gonna be fine.

I promise.

Okay?

[knocking on door]

[traffic sounds]

What's up, 'Keisha?

You told me I was safe, Tommy.

f*ck you talkin' about?

I was at the penthouse with Tasha when the Feds raided it.

And I met Angela.

The bitch wants blood.

The f*ck is going on with Ghost, anyway?

Thought he was supposed to be out by now.

All I know is, he didn't get bail.

I want out.

Want both yours and Tasha's names off the shop's paperwork.

It's too late for that.

You're not going anywhere.

The Feds are gonna be going through their finances and sh*t.

Ghost's name ain't on the shop paperwork.

If something pops off with Tasha's accounts, it's gonna give the Feds a f*ckin' hard on.

You don't get it.

I got a kid to think about.

You'd understand, Tommy, if you had one.

[tender music]

Hey, no matter what happens, I got your back.

Just like we all did in the neighborhood, and just like I did with Milan.

[indistinct chatter]

[door unlatching]

[handcuffs jingling]

[groans]

PROCTOR: Did you fight back?

No.

It was two against one and I was handcuffed.

Good.

It's like I said before, everyone in here thinks you're James St.

Patrick.

No matter how much people mess with you, you're gonna have to suppress Ghost.

Shivin' a m*therf*cker is not gonna help you b*at this case.

I got everything in here on lock, all right?

What are you doing to get me out?

My hands are tied until I find out what the prosecution's narrative's gonna be.

They got your fingerprints and your DNA under Greg's fingernails.

Don't know what other evidence they got.

Evidence is bullshit.

Angela is f*cking furious because I dumped her, period.

She's framing me, man.

You need to tell them about our relationship.

Are you out of your f*cking mind?

Introducing a love triangle between James St.

Patrick, Angela Valdes and Greg Knox is a slam dunk.

Think about it, it gives us the cleanest motive.

SAXE: Juries love a motive.

I agree with Saxe.

James St.

Patrick k*lled Greg in a jealous rage and the jury will understand.

Who gives a f*ck if Valdes gets disbarred?

It's a small price to pay for her indiscretions.

Love triangle would have been a great narrative, except, all of you assholes knew Valdes was sleeping with both of them.

If that became public knowledge, all of you would potentially be called up as witnesses for the defense, royally f*cking your credibility and the department's.

SAXE: But this is the narrative we can prove.

We put Angela on the stand, she gives us the case in one piece of testimony.

We get ahead of the story, right, Mike?

Sorry I'm late.

Got off on the wrong floor.

Angela, have a seat.

PROCTOR: Introducing your relationship will be handing the jury a motive, wrapped in a bow.

If you take the stand, the prosecution will eviscerate you.

The "jealous ex" narrative will turn this trial into a soap opera.

The jury would ignore the evidence, focus on the sex.

You had a sexual relationship with the defendant, James St.

Patrick?

You're under oath, Angela.

You're not really considering putting me on the stand?

I have to consider everything.

You had a sexual relationship with James St.

Patrick, yes or no?

Yes.

And where did you meet to have sex with Mr.

St.

Patrick?

At her apartment, at my nightclub, at the St.

James Hotel.

Did she know you were married when you started sleeping with her?

Yes, I knew.

So you had to hide it?

If we check the credit card records, will it show that you were slipping out during work hours Having an affair on taxpayer dollars?

Reminding you, you're under oath.

Maybe once or twice.

We met whenever we could.

You knew her since high school.

Is it fair to say you've been in love with her for almost 20 years?

He was my first love.

So you dumped Knox for St.

Patrick?

After all, he was your first love.

And after she broke up with Knox, he became obsessed with both of you, starting following you?

Yes.

He followed me and Angela.

He never found anything.

I filed a formal complaint, and Greg was suspended.

And then you moved in with St.

Patrick, even though he had stolen government property from your apartment to help Tommy Egan out of prison.

That didn't seem like a conflict of interest?

You gave up your family, your apartment, everything to be with her.

You finally had your childhood dream.

It was unrealistic, at best.

So you broke up with St.

Patrick and got back together with Knox.

How did you think the defendant would react?

You snapped.

She was the love of your life, and you wanted revenge.

Did you know that James St.

Patrick was capable of m*rder?

The woman you sacrificed everything for, the woman you loved since you were a teenager, she got back with this FBI agent, Knox.

You couldn't live with it, so you k*lled him.

No, I would never k*ll anyone in law enforcement.

You mean to say you'd never k*ll anyone, right, Mr.

St.

Patrick?

Why the distinction?

Have you k*lled anyone before?

Have you ever k*lled anyone, Mr.

St.

Patrick?

If you get on the stand, you cannot lie, James.

Once you're convicted of perjury, you cannot take the stand in your own defense ever again.

So if you say "no" to that question, we're f*cked in the courthouse for the rest of your life.

You can't put me on the stand.

You can't put me on the stand.

Damn right, we can't, and that goes for you two too.

If you were called up to testify under penalty of perjury, you would have to admit that you knew Angela Valdes had romantic relationships with Knox and St.

Patrick.

James St.

Patrick, a known associate of Thomas Egan, the man your office is trying to prove is Ghost.

And that's the story.

Not Angela and St.

Patrick.

The story is St.

Patrick and Egan.

The story is St.

Patrick and Ghost.

Okay, so what do we do?

Unfortunately, we have to wait for the prosecution's next move.

In the meantime, you need to make some calls on the prison's phone system.

Be James St.

Patrick.

Let people know you're gonna be in here awhile.

And I'll work my magic with the press from the outside.

It's all about perception.

[door buzzes and shuts]

[lively hip-hop music]

[speaking Spanish]

Maybe your connect might be interested in hearing what I could do for his organization.

DRE: A'ight, so listen up.

When somebody orders two bottles of Citrine 2005, you hit 'em with one bottle and a Truth matchbox.

What's in it?

You don't need to know.

And neither does Dominique, a'ight?

Two bottles go on the receipt, but only one bottle gets pulled from inventory.

What happens to the extra bottle?

It just magically disappears and our receipts match up.

Bet, so sh*t look legit, just in case we get audited.

[phone buzzing]

A'ight, get back to work.

WOMAN: You have a collect call from the Manhattan Correctional Center.

Will you accept the charges?

Yes.

GHOST: Andre, how are things at the clubs?

Good, James.

How are you?

Unfortunately, I'm gonna have to be here a little bit longer than I anticipated.

I heard.

What do you need?

While my lawyer works on getting this mess sorted out, I'm gonna need you to step up and run the clubs in my absence.

- GHOST: All right?

- Oh, I already am.

With you all over the news, business has been booming.

DRE: I've got DJs booked out a month ahead and I've been talking to Karen every day.

Every day?

Yes, she and her dad were having second thoughts about the expansion, but I talked them off the ledge.

I got everything on lock.

GHOST: I'll see you soon.

Hey, boss!

Quesalupa's back.

Thanks for the tip, B. G. , but I could give zero fucks about the Quesalupa.

Cristobal didn't show up to pick up his product today.

I'm tight with the guy who tats up the Toros Locos.

He told me Cristobal met with the Toros Locos distro, asked to meet with their connect.

I've barely been the connect a minute and this m*therf*cker's already disrespecting me?

Go have a little chat with him.

Ooh.

Mm-mm.

You're too big of a target.

I'll handle it.

All right, but when you roll out there, don't step on your f*cking meat.

You do me and our organization right.

No doubt.

What's up with Ghost?

He's still locked up.

And don't discuss that with nobody.

Yeah.

I just wish we could help him somehow.

Yeah, maybe you could get a conjugal visit.

Really?

I owe him, Tommy, that's it.

I know, you two got a real touching story.

I just wonder what chapter do you shut the f*ck up?

[indistinct chatter]

I heard you run them clubs.

You a rich boy.

Bet you think you're better than everyone.

Thing is, I'm still hungry.

And that biscuit is looking mighty succulent.

You lookin' real pretty with them baby seal eyes.

[chuckles]

Hey.

[groans]

Biscuit, get the f*ck out of here.

[tense music]

[Chief Wakil's "Lights Out"]

WOMAN: Whoo-hoo!

CHIEF WAKIL: I make them think black when my name's sung And tell us all go back to the wild Stone cold by far he the great one With nobody in the way to replace him You should go ahead and thank him Still sleep, so I came here to shake 'em Me never sell out for the pay cut Them never take my soul like Shang Tsung Down for whatever Don't make me pull the lever Take it to a whole nother level Down for the revo-lution Hello, protect mine with a TEC-9 My melo-nin got 'em all tryin' to hide out Better run, better hide when I ride out That's how it is when you step into my house 'Cause we can put our hands up in the clouds But it's still lights out Down for whatever Don't make me pull the lever Take it to a whole nother level Down for the revo-lution Hello, protect mine with a TEC-9 My melo-nin got 'em all tryin' to hide out Better run, better hide when I ride out That's how it is when you step into my house 'Cause we can put our hands up in the clouds But it's still lights out, out, out, out, out, out, out Out, out, out, out, out [cash register rings]

[bell dings]

Put our hands up in the clouds But it's still lights out My client, James St.

Patrick, is an upstanding business and family man, wrongfully accused by an organization that is clearly corrupt.

The victim, FBI Agent, Greg Knox, was investigated and proven to be a government leak in a conspiracy to commit m*rder against cartel leader Felipe Lobos.

Mr. Proctor, do you think St. Patrick was targeted because he's African-American?

You know me, Marvin.

I don't play the race card, but in this case, yes.

James St. Patrick is just one of many innocent African-American men who have fallen victim to a biased justice system.

I'm compiling a list of employees on St.

Patrick's corporate payroll.

Egan can't be the only criminal St.

Patrick keeps in his orbit.

Have you seen this sh*t?

I guarantee you, the prosecution is not interested in protecting James St.

Patrick's civil rights.

They're only interested in getting a conviction.

I love how he's calling us r*cist to discredit our arrest of St.

Patrick.

No one in here is even white.

I am.

I mean And I'd just like to say not every white person is r*cist.

Thanks very much.

Not every one, no.

No offense, it's just ridiculous.

He's poisoning our potential juror pool.

We have a black friend.

Maybe we send Donovan out there, make him our version of Chris Darden.

No thanks.

Being on camera ain't my thing.

We should ask for a gag order.

There's no way Judge Tapper will sign off on it.

The guy's a hard ass.

MAK: We have to try.

St. Patrick cannot walk.

I'm not losing to that cocksucker Proctor again.

[tense music]

Remember, act normal, and be on your best behavior.

All right?

We're gonna visit your father.

He wants to see you, and it's important to him that you know he's innocent.

What if I don't want to see him?

It's not up for discussion, 'Riq.

Your father loves and misses you.

Now listen to me.

We are a family, and families stick together, through good times and bad.

And when we go, we're gonna sit behind the glass and we have to talk into phones.

But remember, we're being recorded.

Do not call him "Ghost.

" We know, Mom.

All right.

Go ahead, Raina.

- RAINA: See you later.

- Have a good day.

[door opens]

I'm not gonna tell your father about your little drinking incident.

It's obvious these new friends of yours are a bad influence.

When your father was young, like you, he had some pretty rough friends.

One of them was named Kanan.

You ever heard of him?

[tense music]

Stay here.

[shutter clicking]

What are you doing?

Leave my kids alone.

I said back the f*ck up!

[shutter clicking]

Wha [glass shatters]

What the f*ck?

You're gonna be hearing from my lawyer, lady!

So that's how I'm supposed to behave?

'Riq [horn honks]

Hey.

That g*n you brought to school, is it the same one your dad used to k*ll that FBI agent?

- Uh - Maybe.

[tense music]

Are you stupid or something?

Mom told us not to say anything.

She's a liar, just like Dad.

[bell rings]

Sup with you, 'Riq?

It's like I don't even know you anymore.

Thanks.

[phone buzzing]

What's poppin'?

Nothin', man.

I'm just tired of all this sh*t going on with my parents.

TARIQ: My dad didn't make bail.

He wants us to come visit.

Does that mean he's guilty?

I told you, I knew your dad for a long time.

He did that sh*t.

He guilty as f*ck.

I knew it.

But you should still go see him.

Why?

He doesn't care about us.

KANAN: 'Cause I got plans for us.

If you continue to be good, they'll trust you.

KANAN: You're a smart little n*gga.

[car door closes]

Play the game, son.

There she is.

Hey.

It's my bride.

You're just as beautiful as the day you walked down that aisle.

Yeah, yeah, right, okay, yeah.

[laughs]

Tony, this is the last time I'm gonna be able to make this trip by myself.

I am just too damn sick.

I just can't make it.

The oncologist said that he could get me on that experimental treatment, but he's gotta see the cash up front.

All right, listen.

The money didn't come through this time.

I'm sorry.

I mean, it's f*ckin' k*lling me.

It's okay.

It's okay.

You know, you got enough to worry about in there.

I just wish I could've given you a kid.

Will you stop saying sh*t like that?

It just f*ckin' pisses me off!

That's who could be taking care of me right now.

Connie, you listen to me.

You've given me everything that any man could ever want.

[tender piano music]

I'll get you the money, I promise ya.

Hey.

[door slams]

[tense music]

Hey, you work for us, Cristobal.

That means when it's time to pick up the product, you gotta show the f*ck up.

[speaking Spanish]

[laughs]

See, word on the street is, you asked the Toros Locos for a meet with their connect.

I used to be a Toro.

Can't trust 'em.

Well, with all the sh*t going on with Ghost, I'm not so sure I can trust Tommy, either.

Hey, you know what?

f*ck you guys.

My primo, Anibal, "got got" working for Ghost and Tommy.

- Shut the f*ck up - You shut up, puto.

If we work for you, we might as well be walking around with f*cking targets on our backs.

- n*gga, who you callin' "puto"?

- What?

- [grunts]

- Domingo!

- No.

- Wait.

Look, man, your territory brings in a grip of cash for us.

We ain't willing to let that sh*t go.

Now, to show you what a valued primera you are to us, I'm gonna throw in a couple extra bricks.

We good?

Yeah.

Yeah, we cool.

Come on.

Let's go.

We're here on the prosecution's request for a protective order prohibiting the attorneys from speaking to the press.

Are you kidding me, John?

Coming from the guy who has the New York Post on speed dial?

His introduction of race into the case is designed to turn prospective jurors against the prosecution.

In today's political climate, it's incendiary.

This is a First Amendment issue here, and a gag order would interfere with my ability to try this case.

Our point exactly.

He wants to try this case in the press, not the courtroom, Your Honor.

Enough.

We both know that you address the press when it suits you too.

So I'd say get in the game, 'cause I'm not going to be used as a pawn in this ongoing pissing match between you and Mr.

Proctor.

I'm denying your motion.

And I'm late for lunch.

I'll see you later, John.

[chuckles]

Nice try.

Okay, our evidence has to be airtight if the jury's gonna be biased against us.

The DNA is great.

We should check out the fingerprints again.

- I'll do that.

- But it may not be enough.

What else can we do?

Yeah, bro, I got the system in place, so [door slams open]

A-in't no thing.

[tense music]

FBI.

We have a warrant.

Need to speak with the manager.

- DRE: I am the manager.

- We need your security footage.

- I have to shut the system off.

- So do it.

We'll wait.

MAN: What's that?

That used to be friends What's that exchange rate for them favors?

Better sniff that, my n*gga I might sneeze on your opinion That's just something I'm sipping Oh, she look through the camera She the new paparazzi The story gonna get told - [indistinct shouting]

- Yes, sir.

MAN: I came in the game bugging with no kush You only pop it for the post, yeah We the ones, not the ones you should approach, yeah [music building]

[indistinct chatter]

Open the safe, please.

- Check the file.

- Yes, sir.

I'll take the bookcase.

[safe beeping]

[tense music]

[bottles clinking]

Got something.

GHOST: I'm innocent.

I'm sorry that our family has to go through this.

This is so messed up.

When are you coming home?

Soon, baby girl.

Unfortunately, these things just take time.

Hand the phone to your brother, please.

[soft music]

I need you to be the man of the house until I come home, all right, 'Riq?

That means taking care of your two sisters and being respectful to your mother.

I got it, Dad.

Don't worry about it.

Thank you for coming to see me.

You have no idea how much it means to me.

I want you to know how much I love you and that of everything I've accomplished in life, the thing that I'm most proud of is being your father.

We love you too, Dad.

Okay.

I'll see you soon.

Say "Bye, Daddy. " Bye.

I thought you had everything under control.

Why isn't he out?

Ghost'll be out soon.

I his lawyer is a f*cking mastermind.

He's the one who got me out when I was scooped up with Lobos.

I hope you're right.

Look, I don't want to have to get Chicago involved in this problem.

TOMMY: Yo, Marcus.

What happened to your eye?

Julio got Cristobal back on board, but his homey, Domingo, was running his mouth.

H-he got one off.

And Julio didn't stop that sh*t?

Talk!

Marcus tried to step in, but Domingo stepped to his slow ass first.

I mean, sh*t was about to pop off, but Cristobal took care of it.

Told his n*gga to step off.

Cristobal.

Not Julio.

[tense music]

[breathing heavily]

Did something jump off with Ghost?

No.

I'm just checkin' in on you.

Can I come in?

- Come in.

- Thank you.

[music playing on radio]

You hungry?

I've got some leftovers.

No, I'm good.

LAKEISHA: So what's up?

It's just [sighs]

I still need your help with this job.

I know how you feel about me running money through there, but you got my back, right?

Just like I got yours.

You sure it's safe?

Trust me.

Okay?

It's all good.

Where's Cash at?

He home?

No.

Cash is at his cousin's house.

We're here, alone.

[laughs]

Wait.

Wait.

Big Red ain't around anymore?

I thought you and Holly was, like, real tight.

Especially since you kept her around after she stole Tasha's earrings.

Nah.

She gone.

She ain't coming back.

Oh.

MAN: Don't make me wait Don't make me Don't make me wait Don't make me 'Cause right now, right now is when I want it 'Cause right now, right now is when I want it Wait, don't make me Don't make me wait Don't make, don't make Don't, don't make She said she had a very long day I told her, "Swing it over my way" Before she can even say a word - [moans]

- [moans]

MAN: Swerve I'm ridin' all over them curves now [both grunting and moaning]

She ride it like a boss, boss sh*t.

[laughs]

sh*t.

[grunting]

MAN: I'm tryna take it all right now I spoke to Connie.

The doc says she's got a year, and not the 18 months.

f*ck.

I always figured I'd be the first one to go, not her.

I'm sorry, Tony.

I got the info you asked for on the nightclub owner, James St.

Patrick.

He's in for murdering an FBI agent.

My kinda guy.

I figured he was somebody f*ckin' important.

That chink prosecutor dropped my case for his.

His business partner's a guy named Thomas Egan Looks like he's a high level drug dealer.

He was arrested during a meeting with Felipe Lobos, head of the Lobos Cartel, but the charges were dropped.

Egan?

Where'd St.

Patrick grow up?

He and Egan are both from Queens.

[tense music]

- Yes.

- [chuckles]

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

You ever play in the snow before?

[laughs]

Nah.

- The snow can be unpredictable.

- [chuckles]

Never know how many inches you're gonna get.

Oh.

Got you a g*dd*mn blizzard your first time out.

[laughs]

Nah, but on the real, right, Tasha can't know we smashed.

I can't have anything nice that she doesn't have, or she'll take it.

Just like she did with Shawn.

Tasha was f*cking Shawn?

- Yeah.

- f*ck outta here.

Did Ghost know?

Yeah, he knew about it, but he was so caught up with Angela, he didn't care.

God damn.

Shawn was just Tasha's way of getting even with Ghost.

She took him from me.

And now she's taken my business too.

Hm.

You're, like, the only good thing that's come out of this mess for me.

Your business is safe.

I promise you that.

And you right.

T can't know sh*t about us neither.

MAK: We're gonna present evidence and testimony that proves James St.

Patrick k*lled Agent Knox to protect his childhood friend and his business partner, Thomas Egan, that Egan and Knox were working for cartel leader Felipe Lobos, and they were co-conspirators in this m*rder.

After the death of Mr.

Lobos, Agent Knox was under investigation for leaking classified information.

And we believe James St.

Patrick silenced Knox at the order of Thomas Egan.

I'm asking you to indict James St.

Patrick for the crime of m*rder in the first degree in the death of Federal Agent Greg Knox.

[tense music]

[phone chimes]

I just want to extend a big congratulations to Donovan for finding the m*rder w*apon at Truth.

It's the final nail in St.

Patrick's coffin and Proctor's gonna sh*t when he finds out.

Listen, I can't take credit.

The assh*le left it underneath the bar in his office.

- What?

- Hey, you know what they say, "we don't catch the smart ones.

" The g*n is great news, but we still need to prove that Tommy Egan is Ghost.

And connect him, at least circumstantially, to Lobos's m*rder.

ANGELA: Tommy has an alibi.

His coked-out mom, Kate.

I don't know if we can break her, but we can definitely get Tapper to sign off on a warrant for a tail.

Catch him in the act of running his organization.

You think Egan is stupid enough to be running dr*gs while his best friend is accused of m*rder?

If I know Tommy, he can't help himself.

Then we're going to catch him.

[horn sounding]

Did you bring the re-up for my wife?

I got a call from Dre.

He said the Feds found a f*cking g*n at Truth?

I mean, he didn't really do it.

He says he didn't, and I believe him, but the jury won't.

They're saying he did it because you asked him to, because you're partners.

Oh.

So if he goes down, I go down?

Yes.

And they're gonna be looking for any reason they can get to bring you in.

Look, if they can prove that you're a drug dealer, it helps their case.

You need to lay low.

Stay out of the game for a while.

sh*t's bad timing, Proctor.

I'm under pressure to keep doing what I'm doing.

Yeah, well, Angela knows everything about you.

She's gonna be lookin' to bring you in.

This all happened because he couldn't keep his f*ckin' hands off of her.

I told him to stay away from that bitch.

I told him too.

Things are gonna get worse.

All right.

I'll keep a low profile.

[grunts]

But if sh*t does go sideways and I do get arrested, I'm gonna k*ll you.

[sighs]

[car beeps]

[engine turns over, car starts]

[The Commodores' "Easy" playing]

LIONEL RICHIE: I'm easy like Sunday morning [lighter clicks]

That's why I'm easy I'm easy like Sunday morning [g*n clicks]

Get out!

Tommy, man, I'm sorry.

- Shut up!

- Yo.

- Y-yo - Shut up.

Shut the f*ck up.

Get out of here.

Run.

I'll give you a head start.

[music continues on radio]

Did I stutter?

Run, mothafucka!

One!

TOMMY: Two.

Ten.

Ready or not, here I come.

[tires squeal]

LIONEL RICHIE: That's why I'm easy I'm easy like Sunday morning Yeah [engine revs]

[tires squeal]

TOMMY: Faster!

LIONEL RICHIE: Why I'm easy [chuckles]

[engine revs]

LIONEL RICHIE: I'm easy like Sunday morning [grunts]

LIONEL RICHIE: I wanna be high So high [chuckles]

Oh sh*t!

LIONEL RICHIE: I wanna be free to know The things I do are right [collision, bones cracking]

- [groaning]

- You okay?

[screams]

Your fat f*ck of a cousin could've run faster than that.

You better not disrespect my organization ever again!

DOMINGO: Okay!

Just get the f*ck off me!

No.

Ask nicely.

Get the f*ck off me please.

Okay.

[engine revs]

- [bone cracks]

- DOMINGO: [screams]

[groaning]

Get up.

I'll show you how to do this sh*t.

Push it till you feel it slide in some more It forces the f*cking bolt down.

Then bend the card towards the door frame.

And voila.

Cool, I'ma try that next time.

What's up with your dad?

I don't wanna talk about that n*gga.

You ever hear of somebody named Kanan?

Yeah, he from the old crew.

But you ain't gotta worry about him.

Kanan dead.

[tense music]

I wouldn't have left a f*cking g*n at Truth You know that!

I told you, Angie's framing me!

It doesn't matter who put it there.

What matters is that they found it.

They think you k*lled Greg to protect Tommy.

I think they're gonna try and prove that Tommy is Ghost so they can make this whole thing a RICO.

Or prosecute both of you guys under the Kingpin Statute.

What does that mean?

Both laws target organized crime and have Draconian sentencing guidelines against major drug dealers.

You'd both be charged as drug traffickers And I think you know, I can't win that case.

We're talking about a mandatory life sentence, and if they can prove you k*lled Lobos or anyone else in the commission of your drug crimes, it gets worse from there.

So they wanna make Tommy the Kingpin because they think he's Ghost.

They're gonna offer me a deal to flip on him.

If I know John, yeah.

He loves a snitch.

And I know that's a tough call for you, but now that they got the m*rder w*apon, the fingerprints, and the DNA, I'd be a sh*t lawyer if I told you this is an easy b*at.

If it were me sitting on the other side of that table, I would strongly consider flipping.

Yeah, but you know what, Proctor?

It's not you on the other end of this table.

It's me.

It's me and Tommy.

[tense music]

[engine idling]

[engine shuts off]

[banging on door]

- Come on, get in here.

- Oh, Tommy.

Whoa, Tommy, thank God you're okay.

I heard about Jamie on the news.

Is that why you wanted me to come into the city?

I woulda gotten here sooner, except the g*dd*mn trains are a f*cking mess.

I'm worried about you.

Well, I'm fine for now, but t-the heat could be coming down any minute.

At least that f*cking FBI agent who came to the house is dead.

Here's hoping that whatever he had on you and Jamie d*ed with him.

Ma, don't talk about Ghost.

He's the reason we're all in this f*cking mess.

All 'cause he couldn't stay away from Angela.

Oh.

Looks like you got girl trouble too.

Holly left you, huh?

I told you she would.

No, Ma.

It's the other way around.

I got rid of her.

You finally listened to me.

Well, at least she had the decency to return Mom's ring.

Here, I want it.

Why, so you can hock it again?

I don't think so.

Oh, gimme a f*cking break.

She wasn't exactly the world's greatest mother.

Well, I guess that sh*t runs in the family.

- Watch your mouth.

- [phone buzzes]

All right, Ma, I gotta get out of here.

Keep your head on a swivel, and if I do get popped, you know where the money is, all right?

And here.

[keys jingling]

Take her.

I can't believe you're letting me drive it.

I can't believe it either.

Desperate times and sh*t.

So go on, get out of here.

We gotta hurry up.

And Ma, if you strip that clutch, me and you are gonna have a little talk.

- Oh, f*ck you.

- f*ck you.

[tense music]

[engine turns over, car starts]

[engine revs]

[tires squeal]

Yo, I want my motherfuckin' change.

[engine revs]

Mike?

The g*n at Truth is bothering me.

It's too easy.

I think he left it there intentionally to b*at his case.

You're overthinking it, Angela.

I know he's b*rned you before, but the g*n at the club makes sense to all of us.

I'm sure he was going to get rid of it, but got arrested before he had a chance to do it.

m*rder one for St.

Patrick.

That's good news.

- Great job.

- Oh, yeah.

We're gonna bury him.

We are.

Literally.

DOJ approved the death penalty.

I didn't know you were seeking it.

Oh, I always file for it.

Never hurts.

Congratulations.

That is terrific.

Mike, you and Saxe should join me in the conference room now.

I would like to join the strategy meeting, John.

Come on, we talked about this.

You're on the bench.

And now that the stakes are this high, it's better for everyone.

I'll keep you in the loop.

And I'll make sure we see St.

Patrick get the sh*t.

["Last Stand" by Kwabs]

KWABS: Keep my heritage to keep me clean Keep the devil watching over me Save me Save me Last stand before I walk away Spellbound, I stutter, I pray - KWABS: Release me - [phone buzzing]

Say you need me Hello?

KWABS: Ooh-ooh Still burning from the heat of your touch Know I shouldn't but it's never enough Ooh You know, I used to work the death row detail at Leavenworth.

They say it's painless, but actually it's not.

See, the dr*gs paralyze you, but you conscious.

You feel everything, hear everything, smell everything Wide awake.

Then you have a heart att*ck.

sh*t all over yourself.

Last one I seen, took the dude a full 45 minutes before he stopped twitching.

And that's what's gonna happen to you.

That's exactly what's gonna happen to you.

[soft music]

[knocking on door]

You had my kids here and you're gonna let their father die for something he didn't do?

I don't know if Proctor told you this, but Jamie's fingerprints were at the crime scene, his DNA was under Greg's fingernails, and they found the m*rder w*apon at Truth.

You tell me he didn't do it.

Ain't no f*ckin' way he left a g*n lying around at Truth.

Okay?

And like I said to you before, he wouldn't k*ll an FBI Agent.

He never mentioned a Greg Knox to me Not once.

The night I came into the club?

The first time I saw Jamie?

I had a boyfriend then.

It was Greg.

I swear to God, if you weren't a g*dd*mn cop But I am.

Good night, Tasha.

For what it's worth, I wish I'd never walked into Truth that night.

I wish I'd never seen Jamie again.

Now that we do agree on.

[distant pulsing club music]

Why the f*ck you talking to Tariq?

He asked me about Kanan.

I swear, I didn't.

I didn't.

[breathing heavily]

[groaning]

Unless you want to be a dead n*gga, you keep your f*ckin' mouth shut and them payments coming.

[panting]

Wait.

Why the f*ck you hanging with Tariq?

I'm paying you to stay away from him, man.

You were.

You done told so many lies and made so many enemies you ain't got no friends.

Now you paying me to keep you alive.

["All Goes Wrong" by Chase & Status]

[grunting]

MAN: Would you take a b*llet?

Would you bite the g*n?

Spend a lifetime in your shoes Now I'm walking [phone buzzing]

Yes, I'm walking Through the fire Hello?

WOMAN: You have a collect call from the Manhattan Correctional Center.

Will you accept the charges?

Yes.

Uh, James?

Tommy.

You sound tired.

I am.

It's good to hear your voice, brother.

How you holding up in there?

Not so good.

If I go down for this, they're giving me the needle.

f*ck out of here, man.

You ain't going out like that.

You can't.

TOMMY: You scared?

Help me.

MAN: When it all goes wrong What do you need me to do?

I need you to take care of my family.

MAN: When it all goes wrong When it all goes wrong, I'll pull myself together I got you.

MAN: Keep on holding on I'ma handle everything.

You keep your head up in there.

Okay.

Later, brother.

MAN: But remember Oh, no Through dark nights We burn bright Till the sunset We burn bright Till the sunset When it all go wrong When it all goes wrong When it all goes wrong, I'll hold myself together Keep on holding on When it all go wrong When it all goes wrong When it all goes wrong, I'll pull myself together Keep on holding on The fires They keep burning on Well, I'll hold myself together When it all go wrong When it all goes wrong When it all goes wrong, I'll take my time I'll keep on holding on When it all goes wrong When it all goes wrong When it all goes wrong, I'll pull myself together Keep on holding on