02x01 - Free Will is Never Free

[bunniefuu]

Previously, on
"Ghost"...

Are you really ready

for the academic rigors
of Stansfield?

Yes, ma'am. I believe so.

Ezekiel Cross.
Have you heard of him?

Zeke doesn't play,
you don't stay.

This my boy Tariq.
Show him some love.

Your mom is Monet,
and your father is...

Lorenzo Tejada.

How many of you are there?

Just the three of us.
It's me, Cane, and Dru.

I don't know what's
gonna happen to your mom.

She just fired me.

Without me, Tariq, your mom
is in a lot of trouble.

You're gonna need to get her
a good attorney fast...

Someone who doesn't need
the truth to win.

Davis MacLean,
my mother's on trial

for k*lling my father,
and I want to hire you.

Five hundred K, liquid,
up front.

We could make a k*lling here.

All I need is a supplier.

How do we know who wants dr*gs
and who actually wants tutoring?

See, the people that want dr*gs,
they'll order the premium package.

Each order will come
with a real study guide

so we can cover our base.

You will be released
out of this shitshow

and into
Federal Witness Protection.

I need Witness Protection
for my whole family.

So what are you gonna do now
that your illustrious career

as U.S. attorney is over?

Why do you care?

Why don't you come work for me?

Now that I'm out, I'm putting
my family back together.

Tommy just tried to k*ll me.

We got to get Yas
and get the hell out of here.

I can get us some money, all right?
I just need a little bit of time.

My number's in here.

All right, if anything happens, use it.

Somebody tried
to k*ll me today.

Tariq, are you okay?

I'm good. I got away.

Criminals
don't attend our school.

The fact is that a gangbanger
was m*rder*d

by a k*ller skilled enough
to make it look like an accident.

Zeke Cross.
Can I get a picture?

- Ooh!
- Aah!

What you need me to do?

Body them Guaps.

Cane is out taking care
of G.T.G. right now.

That'll be the last thing

Cane does for this family.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Look, man,
I-I'll do whatever you need.

I want half of everything.

Ma, I think that's Rico
with the drop.

Get down!

No, Dru!

Dru!

Monet's right about you.
You are stupid.

Cane, I told you
if you did something

against the family,
I will put you down myself.

Ramirez wasn't even f*ckin' blood.

Past tense?

I know you're involved, Tariq.
I know you've been selling dr*gs.

I'd like to use you
as basis for my next novel.

- You want to write a book about me?
- I can get you money, Tariq.

Thanks for meeting me,
Professor Reynolds.

I'm sorry. I couldn't be seen
handing a bunch of money

to a student on campus.

I knew you was a snitch.

We got to do something
about this n*gga.

He knows too much about us.

Tariq, what the hell
you doing, man?

We use Ramirez's g*n,
we tie up all the loose ends.

Can't let you write that book.

Y'all still planning to run?

Ma's going.
You don't got to worry about her no more.

'Riq. What took you so long?

We just got a tip
about another thr*at on your life.

- We're moving you out now.
- No! Let me go.

I should've popped Tasha
when I had the chance.

Who the f*ck's riding with you
that got the balls

to pull a strap on me?

So you really did
k*ll your father.

He might not be here no more,

but ghosts never die.

♪ They say this is
A big, rich town ♪

♪ I just come
From the poorest part ♪

♪ Bright lights, city life ♪

♪ I got to make it
This is where it goes down ♪

♪ I just happen
To come up hard ♪

♪ Legal or illegal, baby
I got to make it ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ They say this is
A big, rich town ♪

♪ Yeah, I just come
From the poorest part ♪

♪ Bright lights, city life ♪

♪ I got to make it
This is where it goes down ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I just happen
To come up hard ♪

♪ Legal or illegal, baby
I got to make it ♪

Wait, please, please.

You're not a k*ller, Tariq.
You're not a k*ller.

Please call 911. Please.

Tariq.

Please, Tariq.

You don't have to do this.
Please!

If you do this sh*t,
you can never go back.

♪ Yo ♪

♪ Who dat boy? ♪

Aah! Help!

Please help!

- Yas, you okay?
- No. Please hurry!

Yas!

sh*t.

Yas, you got to be careful.

sh*t. Yas, you okay?

How'd you know to do that?

When I was your age,
Ma taught me and Raina.

I'm so sorry, 'Riq.
I was trying to make breakfast.

It's all right.

You shouldn't be doing this
by yourself anyway.

What the hell?

Wha... uh...

Really, little girl?

You... you had to wake up
the whole neighborhood?

I'm sorry, Big Mama.

I mean, Grandma,

I don't think
Yasmine is old enough

to be making breakfast
for herself anyway.

It's not just for her.
It's for both of us.

I was cookin' when I was
her age, and so was your mama.

Oh, Lord. You see?

This one here don't listen.

I done told her
a thousand damn times

that I like my bacon crispy,
not burnt.

What's so hard about that?

When'd you get here, Tariq?

I mean, you don't call first?

- You just show up?
- Grandma, what do you mean?

I been here since
eight o'clock last night.

I spent the night.
You don't remember?

Right. Yeah.

Last night around eight.

I spent the night.

Yeah. Yeah.

Look at all that snow.

I'm going back to sleep.

You take her to school.

I got her.

She been drinking again, Yas?

She's getting worse, 'Riq.
Can't you stay here with us?

- Ma?
- Get back in your room.

If I'm not back
in five minutes,

grab Dru and a piece
and climb out the window

- and lock the door.
- Ma...

Just do it!

sh*t, boy!

You damn near gave me
a heart att*ck.

Sorry.

You okay?

I needed water
for my antibiotics.

Can you put your g*n away?
I don't want to get sh*t again.

Dru, you okay?

I wish people would stop
asking me that.

The doctor said you got
to change those bandages

every few hours.

You need my help?

Diana'll help me.

Fine.

Ma, you good? 'Cause I don't
know, you seem kind of...

I'm fine. Just help your
brother clean up that mess.

Look, it's not entirely
her fault you got sh*t.

She feels bad, Dru.

Not as bad as I do.

That sh*t was lit.

Hey, I bet you you and my pops

ain't roll like that
back in the day, Mecca.

Man, it was just another
Tuesday night for me, bruh.

Good to meet you, Cane.

Hey, you said
you knew Big Guap?

sh*t, yeah.

Yeah, we hit some licks
together back in the day.

So you know my pops, Lorenzo...
They used to run together.

Lorenzo? Tejada?

Yeah. Yeah, I heard the name.
Never had the privilege.

Where's he now?

He's inside.
You ain't know that?

Why do I get the feeling
you're testing me, bro? Huh?

I mean, we just had
a good time in the spot...

f*ck a good time.
You smell like a f*ckin' narc.

What's up, m*therf*ckers?

Yo, Javi, yo, you don't...
you don't want to do this, man.

You a f*ckin' traitor, LG!
And you ain't got no strap.

So I definitely want
to do this.

K.O. was my brother.

Yeah, well, he shouldn't have
come for my family.

K.O. was down for the G.T.G.,

not like this piece of sh*t.

What, you
a f*ckin' Tejada now, LG?

This is payback, b*tches.

Sorry you got the wrong
friends, m*therf*cker.

Hey, yo, yo, yo, Mecca,
let him go, bro.

He ain't coming back.

Bro, chill! Chill, man, please.

"Please"?

Now you got manners,
m*therf*cker?

Friends of yours?

Nah. Not no more.

- Cane, you know them?
- We had beef.

Not anymore.

Guess he ain't no narc.

Guess not.

Coming up on Matter of Fact,

my exclusive interview

with superstar defense
attorney Davis MacLean.

Don't go away.

Stephanie,
let me get your opinion.

- How's this?
- Um...

I think a jewel tone

will really complement
your complexion.

Yeah? Then by all means,
jewel tone me, quickly.

Davis, good to see you.
Thanks for coming on the show.

I know how busy you are.

Well, I'm never
too busy for you.

Oh. Sorry I'm late.

Oh, Soledad, this is our newest
associate, Cooper Saxe.

- From the U.S. Attorney's office.
- That's right.

You were on opposite sides

of the Tasha St. Patrick
case, yes?

Yes. You know
what they say, Soledad?

- Opposites attract.
- Hell freezes over.

I am very interested to see
how this team works out.

- I will see you out there.
- All right.

Whoa, associate?
You sold me on a partnership.

Okay, look, we're partners,
all right?

Both our names go on the door.

MacLean and Associates.

See, "Associates," that's you.

Wait. Why-why am I here?

What, you need me
to hold your d*ck?

No. Don't...

if I play my cards right,

I might have someone
lined up for that.

Oh, my God.

Uh, Stephanie,

could you give us
the room a moment, please?

Thank you.

Tariq, my young brother,
what's up?

Don't tell me
you're in trouble.

Davis, just cut the bullshit,
a'ight?

I need to find my mother.

That's not

how Witness Protection
works, Tariq.

Listen,
I need to speak to her.

It's about my little sister.
I'll make it worth your while.

I'll see what I can dig up.

Get back to me ASAP.

Could you believe this sh*t?

He talks his mom
into going into WITSEC,

and now he wants me to find her
so they can have a chat?

f*ckin' nerves.

Could you find her?

Even if I could find her,

I wouldn't tell you,
let alone him.

Look, he... he already
k*lled one parent.

Maybe now... I don't know...
He's gonna take out the other.

Please, that boy
loves his mother.

He wouldn't harm a strand
of hair on her weave.

All right?

Plus, I told him

I'd see what I can dig up,
not find her.

And we're gonna charge him

for every second
we even think about it.

Well, that's disgusting.

Hmm.

Welcome to the world
of private practice, my friend.

One more time from the top.

Last go.
Stay strong. Stay strong.

All right, E. Let's go.

Come on. Let's go.

Counterattack, here we go.

Finish strong. Nice!

Nice.

Looking good, man.

You think I'm ready?

You know you got it.
Just got to keep grinding.

How's your head?

I missed a lot of games
'cause of academic suspension.

Maybe another year
of college ball'd do me good,

but I just ain't trying
to miss out on my opportunity.

Look, you know your body,
you know your game.

Even with the risk of injury,

you don't want to come out
too early

and f*ck up a good career.

You even want to come out now?

Think about
what you want, Zeke.

Bro! Where were you last night?

Spent the night
at my grandmother's.

You know, I was
with my little sister.

Big family reunion, huh?

Must be nice to have
your mom back.

My mom's in Witness Protection
right now, bro.

What? Why?

Are you okay with that?

I mean,
it's for her safety, bro,

so I don't think
I have much of a choice.

Well, my family
hunting trip's this weekend.

You know, come with.

Believe me, nothing will take
your mind off your troubles

more than k*lling
a few helpless deer

with a bunch
of uptight white people.

I don't know
about that one, man.

Okay, well, at least come

to the kick-off dinner
in the city.

It's a whole f*ckin' thing.

If you don't come,
it's gonna be all about me,

my future, blah, blah, blah.

Hold on. So this sh*t ain't
about me catching a break.

This is about me deflecting
for your dumb ass.

Yeah. Okay, yeah.
I'm not gonna lie.

Can... can you just do
a brother a solid?

I'll think about it.

Yeah.

All right. I'll hit ya later.

- All right.
- Ha ha!

Riq, I heard your mom
got released!

Um, why didn't you say
anything?

Well, I just been
with the family

ever since it all happened,
you know?

No. Yeah, I-I totally
understand that.

Um, I mean, I'd really
like to meet her.

After all she's been through
and... it's pretty crazy.

Where is Professor Reynolds?

I have no idea.

I haven't seen him.

He was supposed to open up
the classroom this morning.

Uh...

You've reached
Jabari Reynolds.

Leave a message.

Jabari, all the students
are here.

It's the first day
of the ethics term.

You need to be here.

I'm not sure where
Professor Reynolds is,

but let's get started.

This seminar is centered
around your answers

to the perennial
ethical dilemmas

that scholars
have long debated.

I'm so tired

of the same old
patriarchal voices.

Right, like, why are we worried

about what old,
dead white men think?

'Cause they still
run the world.

Your world, maybe.

There's only one world, sis,

and we need to be
in this together.

Call me "sis" again. Do it.

Jackie, BruShaundria, come on.

We've broken the larger group
into smaller sections

so we can sharpen
your critical thinking,

hone your rhetorical skills.

I want you to be
intellectually fearless

as we att*ck these questions.

The only wrong answer
is the one you cannot defend.

Understood?

The first question
was Professor Reynolds' idea,

but I'll press on
without him, I guess.

It's a question that's been
around since biblical times.

Is free will an illusion?

Do we make our own decisions,
or are they pre-ordained?

Ma.

Oh, hell, no. Put that back.

But I like it.

I said what I said.
Put that sh*t back now.

What does it mean
if we're not making

our own choices?

- Who's making them for us?
- Easy.

And who gives them
that power over us?

Is all this necessary?

If you walk in a strip club
and all the girls

are broke down,
wearin' last year's G-string...

you sticking around
to pay their rent?

I'm not convinced about this
whole stripper metaphor.

Okay, fine. Look...

in your old job,
you had to look...

...trustworthy.

In this job, you got
to look successful, smart.

See, we take cases,
we win cases,

and we look good
doing that sh*t.

I make my own choices.

You sure?

Come on, your hair, nails,
your affect,

that all comes
from where you come from.

You didn't make those choices.

♪ Boss sh*t
Big MAC-11 ♪

♪ Back of the seven
On some boss sh*t ♪

♪ I put that president on
My wrist, and I got frostbit ♪

This one, please.

Thank you.

♪ I'm on some
Boss sh*t, big MAC-11... ♪

You got to have something
you care about, Davis,

something of substance.

Ain't no substance
like a bank balance, Saxe.

Now, look...

...public becomes clients
or the jury.

You got to impress 'em both.

Next, we got to work
on that hair.

Sam Harris says
that thought and intention

emerge from background causes
of which we are unaware

and over which we have
no conscious control.

My best friend got pregnant,

and she's out here with just
her baby and a EBT card.

I ain't take that route.

I willfully chose
to be here instead.

Yes, we have choices.

And your boy Aristotle,

he said that we have the power
to do or not to do.

♪ Ready to set it
Off, and I put that ♪

♪ On the set, bitch
Big MAC-11 ♪

♪ Back of the seven
On some boss sh*t ♪

♪ I put that president on
My wrist, and I got frostbit ♪

♪ Stack it like Pringles
You want a single ♪

♪ It's gonna cost you
CEO rabbit ♪

♪ Young Freddie Kane
I'm on some boss sh*t ♪

♪ Big MAC-11, back of the
Seven on some boss sh*t ♪

♪ I put that president on
My wrist, and I got frostbit ♪

♪ Stack it like Pringles
You want a single ♪

♪ It's gonna cost you
Pull up to your funeral ♪

♪ Man, sh**t up
Your f*ckin' coffin ♪

According to Nehru,
life is like a game of cards.

The hand you're dealt
is determinism.

How you play it is free will.

We haven't heard
from you, Tariq.

You agree with Lauren?
Do we have free will?

Tariq, you don't have
to do this.

You're wrong.

I don't have a choice,
Professor.

I mean...

it doesn't feel
like that sometimes,

but I like to believe
that we have free will, yes.

Who cares what you believe?

What's your argument?

So you think everything
is predetermined

and you can't do anything
to change actions?

- Yes.
- But I bet you look

left and right
before you cross the street.

Look, bro,

you can't base your conduct
off the belief

that everything
is predetermined

because you don't know
what's been predetermined.

Stephen Hawking said that.

Look, we all got to play
the hand that we're dealt.

You got to deal
with the consequences.

That's how life works.

Pull over, D.

I want to grab something
for Dru.

Really?
We're carryng weight.

Stay in the car.
I'll be back in a minute.

What the f*ck, Kamaal?

What the f*ck
is you on my couch,

and I want to watch my TV.

Come on.

Look, I understand you upset

that you lost
the governor's race,

- but this ain't...
- I didn't lose.

I was f*ckin' robbed, bro.

And nobody stopped the steal.

That's no excuse for you

to be lying around here
all day and night sulking.

Come on, man, we Tates.

You got to get back
on your feet.

What's that thing
Pops used to say?

Get me a drink and shut up?

What? No!

Listen, you still got
your councilman seat,

and you still
represent the people.

Oh. f*ck the people.

What have the people ever done
for my Black ass? Hmm?

I know you, 'Shad.

The governor's office
was just a means to an end.

What you really want
is the power.

Okay. So you know me.

So then find another means
or find another f*ckin' couch.

And clean this
f*cking mess up, man.

f*cking pigsty.

You too. You too.

What the hell
was all that about?

They wanted me to move the car,

but I handled it
just like you taught me.

Smile a little, flirt a lot,

make 'em feel like
they can get it.

Proud of you, D.

Stop all that damn cheesin' and
get us the hell out of here.

My brother just texted me.

"We're here, dickhead."

Ah, f*ck.

It's the fam, huh?

Yep, that's them,

waving a pair
of golden f*ckin' handcuffs.

Wait, yo, is that
a brand-new whip for you?

- Yep.
- You ain't tell me

the handcuffs came
with brand-new whip, n*gga.

- Sign me up.
- You don't get it, 'Riq.

Yeah, I don't get it.
This sh*t is crazy.

Isn't this nice?
That is for you, son.

- Thanks, Dad.
- Congratulations.

- Thanks.
- Why don't you go check it out?

- Look at those rims, huh?
- Yeah, it looks great.

Every year this weekend

becomes more important to me

because of the opportunity
to reflect on where we've been

and where we're going
as a family

and a community.

And it gives us the opportunity
to k*ll Bambi's mom.

Shut up, Skids.

And this year
is even more special

because my old
college roommate,

Congressman Rick Sweeney,
is here with us.

I remember joining
your Weston weekends

back when we were
at Stansfield, Bobby.

- That's right. That's right.
- Well, I dug out

some of Bobby's old Stansfield
photo albums

in your honor, Rick.

Oh, I b*rned all my photos
from back then.

Well, he still won't tell me

what happened on those secret
society trips out at the lodge.

Hmm. Well, let's just say
I know

where all the skeletons
are buried.

Those secrets
die with us, Bobby.

- They die with us.
- Cheers to that.

Everyone, eat, drink,
and be merry.

Thank you so much
for being here. Enjoy.

- Cheers.
- Great.

Let's toast to all the misogyny
and r*pe committed

by our marauding ancestors.

Look at these photos
of Dad's frat house.

You can practically
taste the roofies.

Cheers to the good old days,
right?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Uh-uh.

You, uh...

you got to pledge Kappa
if you want to look at these.

You shouldn't have brought
him here.

Shut the f*ck up, Trace.

- Brayden.
- Uncle Rick.

How's, uh,
your freshman year going?

Uh, it's been good.

You got to any, uh,
plans for the summer?

Um, I was thinking about doing
something entrepreneurial,

maybe sales.

Brayden
will be spending the summer

at the family hedge fund,
just like Trace.

And your friend, Terrell...

- Tariq, Dad.
- Yes, Tariq. Tariq, uh...

we have summer internships.

I actually haven't thought
about any of that yet.

Well, you should.

Stansfield opens its doors
to students like you

who might not have
traditionally matriculated,

but they aren't given the...
the proper guidance to succeed.

Actually, Uncle Rick,

Tariq has been succeeding
pretty well

in the Canonical Studies
program at Stansfield.

You're familiar with it, right?

Really?
That's a rigorous program.

- Very. Very rigorous.
- It is.

I am happy to see
that Stansfield's

need-blind admissions program
is succeeding

in attracting top-notch
diverse students like you.

Yeah, they are.

But, actually, my education
is funded by my father's trust.

Oh. And who's your dad?

He's actually not here
with us anymore,

but his name
was James St. Patrick.

He ran for Lieutenant Governor.

I met him once,
at a DNC fundraiser.

It's... He was very impressive.

Thank you.

To lose your father
at that age,

that's... that's tough.

It is.

And then the ugly rumors
that spread about him

since his passing...
That doesn't help.

I hope they're not true.

I've witnessed firsthand
the deleterious effect of dr*gs

on minority communities.

I agree with you.

I mean, look what opioids
are doing across the country,

especially Appalachia.

Of course, Big Pharma's
not getting put in prison

for dealing Oxy.

Son, there's a difference

between legal
and illegal dr*gs.

Legal dr*gs are k*lling people
at a higher rate

than illegal dr*gs are.

I mean, the only difference
that I see between the two

is that rich white donors

have the power to influence
these lawmakers

so that their product
is considered "legal."

- Hmm.
- Does have a point, Uncle Rick.

You need to
bring him every year.

Yeah, so how much money
are you taking

from Big Pharma,
Congressman Sweeney?

Thank you.

Hey.

Hey, Whitman, it's cold as f*ck
out here, right?

- No sh*t. Body's up the hill?
- Yeah.

Hey, you got something for me?

Snow didn't help, but I think
we found the m*rder w*apon.

That's a 15 Mag.
Is that police issue?

Ran the serial number.

Belonged to Detective Danilo Ramirez.

- You reach out?
- Yep. He's not home.

And he's missed a week of work.

Huh. All right.
Did you put out a BOLO?

Yeah. You think Ramirez
popped the victim

and then skipped town?

Maybe.

But would he leave his g*n here
for us to find?

Look, that's good work,
but keep it quiet.

Don't let the press find out.

How long has
the body been here?

Overnight, at least.

Any ID?

sh*t.

It's Professor Jabari Reynolds
from Stansfield.

You know him?

He was helping Santana
investigate a...

dead body
found in the campus pool.

Hope that didn't
get him k*lled.

Give it back to her.

Really, Tate? At my home?

Okay. You have three minutes.

That's all I need.

I've been doing some serious
thinking about my next move.

Okay, just...

Uh, Rachel, Lizzie,
Sarah, please!

Daddy can't hear himself think.

The truth is,
I wanted to have them.

I mean, you can't have a career
in politics

without kids, right?

Would it have k*lled you
to give me a son?

I mean, just one.

Okay. You have two minutes
and 40 seconds left.

The 12th District.
You see, the way I...

Whoa, Sweeney's seat?

You're interrupting
my precious family time

to discuss Sweeney's seat?

The guy's a Democratic legend.

- No.
- He's a damn dinosaur.

The district has grown,
diversified, and changed.

- He hasn't, and you know it.
- Okay.

Look, if you're asking for
my help or the party's help,

I can tell you right now
the answer's a flat no.

There's no way that guy's going
anywhere without some hard,

and I'm talking, like,
hard dirt to force him out.

So you just go back to
your little city council office

and be happy you have a job.

Seriously?

Promise me, when I bring
something back on Sweeney,

you'll bless
my taking his seat.

Okay, yeah, sure. You got it.

But that's never gonna happen.
Goodbye, Councilman.

Hannah, listen, I'm sorry
I missed the meeting.

But I promise,
I won't be slipping back

into anything
with Zeke or Jabari.

In fact, I just got a call
from the detective

I used to work with and date.

And, um, he wants
to meet for coffee.

He's a good guy,
you know, an adult.

And, um...

we had chemistry, so...

I know I wasn't making
good choices back then,

but this could be like
a second chance, you know?

Take it slow, of course,
but, um, I don't know,

I feel like this could be the
beginning of something good.

I got to go. Talk later.

- Kevin. Hey.
- Hey.

I, um, hope
you weren't waiting long.

No, you...
you're right on time.

You look great.

Thanks. You too.

Should we go inside?

Uh, actually...

I was hoping to maybe take you
someplace else.

It's a couple blocks away.

Okay. Sure.

No.

No.

Oh, no.

Can you confirm his identity?

It's Jabari.

Jabari Reynolds.

What happened to him?

You two were close?

We worked together.

From your reaction,

it feels like there might be
something more between you.

In the past, there was.

Not currently?

- No.
- When did you see him last?

I...

I don't know.

Yesterday in the office.

What'd you talk about?

I... I... I don't remember.

Oh, Jabari.

I'm so, so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

You're sorry?
You blame yourself for this?

You think I had something
to do with this?

I didn't say that.

But it has been my experience
that you tend to blur

the personal
and professional lines.

That's why you ambushed me
this way.

This is amateur-hour bullshit.

I have no idea
what happened to Jabari.

I would never, ever...

I would never hurt him.

You have any more questions
for me,

you... you call my lawyer.

Carrie, you can leave,
or you can help.

I need a list of his students
and advisees

and a separate list
of the students

that you and Jabari questioned
about the G.T.G. kid

in the Stansfield pool.

You think
those murders are related?

Can't be a coincidence
that kid dies,

you and Jabari start asking
questions...

now he's dead.

I'll get you the lists.

Carrie.

What?

Please be careful.

Not only is my dad pressuring
me to pledge his frat,

but now he's making calls

so I get tapped to be
in the same secret society

as every other frickin' Weston.

Bro, are you even
listening to me?

Yeah, basically your dad
wants you to be his mini-me.

The car, the family
hunting trips, you know,

i-it's all about hopping
on this Weston conveyor belt

that I'm supposed
to just go along with

with no regard to who I am

or what I f*cking
actually want.

I mean, I don't blame you
for being upset.

I don't want to be
my father either.

That's why I like
selling product with you.

It has nothing to do with being
a f*cking Weston or who I am.

You're not still thinking

about getting out of the biz,
are you?

I don't know, man.
sh*t's crazy right now.

- There's a lot going on.
- Listen, 'Riq, I know

you've been through a lot,
but we built that sh*t.

I mean, we can't just go
and abandon it.

Holy f*ck, bro.

What?

You know your professor,
Jabari Reynolds?

Dude was sh*t.

No way. What the f*ck?

I'm sorry, bro. He's dead.

One sec.

Hey. Keep practicing.

You'll get it.

Thanks, Dru.

I got a plan for us
to get out of the life.

- Out the business?
- This about me getting sh*t?

Yes, you getting sh*t.

Diana was
almost arrested yesterday.

I'm not risking
that sh*t again.

A'ight, so what you want to do?

I'm telling Zeke to sign up
for the draft this year.

When he's really making money
on endorsements and sh*t

in about three years,
we're out.

He's our exit plan.

Will Zeke be down with that?

That n*gga ain't got a choice.

We follow him wherever he goes,
him and his team.

Houston, Phoenix, whatever,
and we'll all have roles.

I'll manage him,
Dru will travel with him,

and you'll ward off
all the thots

and be in charge of publicity.

So we're all gonna be working
for Zeke?

No, Zeke's our new product.

He's your cousin.
It's about family.

Stansfield professor
was m*rder*d?

Y'all know about this?

Come on, Ma. Reach out.

Lauren, what's up? You okay?

I just can't stop thinking
about Professor Reynolds.

Where's Brayden?

I don't know.
Probably somewhere in the hall,

offering a girl a shoulder
to cry on or something.

He's so chivalrous.

Yeah. Any opportunity he gets.

I just don't understand.

Who would want
to k*ll our professor?

Tariq, you don't
even seem upset.

Lauren, my twin sister
was m*rder*d.

And your father.

My mother's in WITSEC.

You know,
over the past few years,

I lost two of my best friends.

I lost my godmother,
my godfather.

And on top of everything,
I lost both of my parents.

So, honestly,
I don't even think

I have it in me
to cry for Professor Reynolds.

I ain't even know him.

I didn't know any of that...

About how many people
you've lost.

I can't imagine
how many times

you've been through this
and much worse.

You don't know
how I feel, Lauren.

I want to know.

I want you to tell me.

Tariq?

Lauren, I got to go.

I got to be somewhere.

Okay.

I'll see you later.

Hey, yo...

why is this n*gga's face
all over the f*cking news?

He's a respected professor
at an elite college.

It was bound to happen.
I knew it would.

Ain't nobody saying Ramirez
did him.

That was your idea.
You f*cked up.

So why you think
we used his g*n?

Nobody gonna look into us
for that sh*t.

They gonna have
to look into Ramirez.

All right, m*therf*cker,
you better be right.

I am. Don't worry about it.

sh*t.

It's Monet.
She want to see me now.

That Jabari n*gga,
that was your professor, right?

That's probably what
she want to talk about.

Just act normal.
Don't say nothing.

I don't know, man.

You know, lyin' to Monet
is kind of risky.

And tellin' her the truth
is f*cking worse.

And if I remember,

you the one that said
she'll never find out.

And she won't, a'ight?

You the one bugging
the f*ck out right now.

Just chill, man.
I... I got this under control.

I'm not going down for this.
Trust me.

If both of us shut the f*ck up
about it, neither of us will.

Trust me.

Heard about Professor Reynolds.

Why haven't you been
answering my texts?

You okay?

No.

I'm not okay.

You know what happened?
Who sh*t him?

Can you just hold me?

♪ I see pretty lights ♪

♪ In the distance ♪

♪ Don't let fear get
In front of you ♪

♪ Know just where
You want to be ♪

♪ Know in your heart
You'll arrive ♪

♪ Arrive ♪

What's up, Tariq?

What up, Diana?

Thanks, Dru.

Thanks for coming, Tariq.

Sit down. I cooked.

Looks good.

So tell me about this professor
that was k*lled.

You know him?

Yeah.

Mr. Reynolds.

He's one of my professors
in Canonical Studies.

You know,
he's a pretty good guy.

So it's definitely a tragedy.

So what happened?

I have no clue.

You have no idea who sh*t him?

Nah. Look, I know you guys
are probably concerned about,

you know, police being all over
the campus and everything.

But everything's fine.
You don't have to worry.

You sure? 'Cause aren't
the cops still asking questions

about that body
in the pool and now this?

He was your professor.

You sure no one will be looking
in your direction for this?

Nobody.

You sure you had nothing to do
with this man's m*rder?

I had absolutely nothing
to do with it.

I swear.

Now, you know what happens
if you lying, right?

I do.

Good, because I don't need
my distro involved

in some stupid sh*t that's
gonna put more eyes on us.

Now, I just got a ton of brick
that needs to be moved.

Can you do that?

Of course I can.

All right, then, let's eat.

Hear anything from your mom?

Nope.

I wish I could speak to her.

That ain't allowed, is it?

Nope.

But I don't care
about no rules.

Yeah.

I figured that out
about you already.

Look, 'Riq, I know
I'm not your moms,

but if you want to talk,
I'm here.

And I really appreciate that.

Thank you.

I just feel like... I just...

Diana, get in here
and get these plates.

Um, I'm helping Tariq.

He can handle it.

Can't you, Tariq?

Yes.

Now!

Sorry.

Meet you later, okay?

Yeah. Okay.

♪ 'Cause you've
always been mine ♪

♪ You've always been mine ♪

♪ Mine ♪

I do something wrong?

I saw his body.

What?

At the morgue.

I identified Jabari's body.

And I can't get it
out of my head.

You didn't answer me before.

What happened?
How did he get sh*t?

I don't know.

Could the Tejadas have had
something to do with it?

No.

Why would you even say that?

Monet threatened me
the other night.

She told me that if I said
anything about what you told me

about being att*cked
by that g*ng,

she would report me
for sleeping with you.

sh*t.

- She knows about us?
- Yeah.

And she knows that Jabari
was asking questions

about that G.T.G. member
in the pool.

That doesn't mean that
she'd hurt Professor Reynolds.

Monet would never do anything
to jeopardize my future.

It's got to be something else.

Then what?

What could Jabari
have done to get himself sh*t?

Yo, pop the trunk.

Did you go on a shopping spree?

A little something-something.

This sh*t's heavy as f*ck.

Jeez, what the f*ck
is all this sh*t?

It's weighing down
the Braymobile.

- You want to see?
- Yeah.

Back in
f*cking business, baby.

Hell, yeah, dude!

What made you change your mind?

I mean, honestly, Bray, I don't
think I had a choice, bro.

You think it's safe to move
with all this weight in my car?

I mean, yeah, you're white.
Brand-new Benz. You'll be good.

Okay, but white people

still get pulled over
for speeding, 'Riq.

sh*t, once they pull you over,

you give them your license,
they see you a Weston,

they'll f*cking apologize
for pulling you over.

White privilege is just
another tool in our bag.

- Why not use it?
- All right.

Just keep the sh*t
under 65 on the highway

- so they don't bother you.
- All right.

We'll park this
at my parent's country house

until we figure out a plan
and move all this product.

You're gonna
love hunting, 'Riq.

I can tell.
You look like a hunter.

You look like a f*ckin' hunter.

I'm glad you came, Cane.

So what you want with me?

Well, we got
some unfinished business.

Follow me.

I told you,
I hate rude m*therf*ckers.

Oh, sh*t.

Wait, that's the Guap
that got away.

Uh-huh.
So I'm giving you a choice.

You can show him mercy.

You could make him suffer...

or...

k*ll him.

Say less.

Shut your ass up.

Just know that whichever
you choose tells me

exactly who the f*ck
you are, man.

See...

I don't need any handouts.

And I don't need him tied up
to b*at his ass.

Get your bitch ass up.

Stupid m*therf*cker.

Get up.

Come on, now.

I ain't got sh*t
to prove to you.

But that's
who I motherfuckin' am.

I see.

You see Tariq tonight?

You believe what he said
about that professor?

Monet thinks she's smart
asking him like that,

but no is the only real answer
he can give her,

no matter what the truth is.

Stupid waste of time.

You ever gonna let up on Monet?

She's part of the reason
I got sh*t.

She's trying to blame Cane,

but I told her
that we needed him.

Her pride
wouldn't let her hear it.

Now she wants to act like
a mother and be all concerned.

She should have been concerned
before this.

She is concerned, Dru.

She's just trying
to protect us.

With what?
Her bullshit exit strategy?

Without even asking us
how we feel about it.

We ain't kids no more, D.

We don't get a say?

I mean, did you notice?

She didn't even mention Dad
in that plan.

So what, are we just gonna move
to wherever Zeke gets drafted

and then, what,
leave him behind?

That's not right, Dru.

And why the hell do
I want to be Zeke's bitch?

Like... like, who decided
that was gonna be my life?

It would be nice to be able to
make some of our own decisions.

Maybe we need to stop
waiting around for her

to give us permission...

...start making some moves
on our own.

sh*t.

What the f*ck you doing, man?

Nothing, man.
I was just walking by...

It's cool.

Okay? I ain't gonna say sh*t.

You ain't gonna say sh*t?

And what, I'm just supposed
to f*ckin' trust you?

Give me a reason

why I shouldn't
dead your ass right now.

You just seen my work, man.
And I can help.

You? Help me?

I see all this weight,
but I don't see any soldiers.

Ain't nobody more vicious
or loyal than me.

You're gonna have to show me
a whole lot more

to convince me of that.

All right.

Give me a sh*t.

Yo, I cannot believe
you got me out here, bro.

I cannot believe I got you
out here either,

but here we are.

I mean, this sh*t
don't even make sense.

What the hell
did the deer do to you?

And after we k*ll the deer,
old dad forces us to eat it.

So you have that
to look forward to.

You're a joy today, Becca.

All right, everyone,
let's hit it.

♪ I, I got to get on a roll ♪

♪ I got to stay on my toes ♪

Let's go.

♪ When you working
This hard, then it shows ♪

Hey, Zeke.

Hey.

Why I got to come
looking for you?

You ain't get my texts?

Did you thr*aten my professor?

You mean that reckless-ass
professor bitch you f*ckin'?

Yeah, I told her
what time it is.

You should've just stayed
away from her.

I told you
she didn't know anything.

Now Professor Reynolds is dead,

and she asking more questions.

They were both looking into
the Guap who got m*rder*d.

Please tell me you ain't had
nothin' to do

with what happened
to Professor Reynolds.

Zeke, I have no idea
what happened

with that professor n*gga.

- That wasn't us.
- For real?

- Don't lie to me.
- For real.

Now, are you done?

Because we have
more important sh*t to discuss.

I need you to sign up
for the draft this year.

It's time for you to go pro.

Actually, I was thinking,
Auntie, I haven't been

on the court much
'cause of my suspension...

Look, we got to make this move
for the family now, Zeke.

I just don't know
if it's gonna be the best...

Well, I do.

Enough of this Carrie sh*t.

Enough of these distractions.

Get your head in the game.

Okay.

Okay. Yeah.

Smells like Irish Spring
and redemption.

Quit it, n*gga.
You ain't funny.

Hey, listen,
I got myself an apartment.

So I'll be out of here
by next week.

Okay.
So was it something I said?

Nope.

I got a plan.

I'm back in motion.

And ain't nothin'
gonna stop Rashad Tate

when he's got hisself a goal.

- Okay. I'm proud of you, boy.
- Yes, sir.

I am gonna need
something from you, though.

And there it is.

What you want, Rashad?

I need you to log me
into the police database.

I need to know everything there
is on Congressman Rick Sweeney.

- Why Rick...
- Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh.

Just log me in, please.

So we just sit out here
and wait?

Yep. Unfortunately.

This is actually fun to you?

Wait. Shh, shh, shh.
There's one right there.

You see it?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

He got her.
It's hit. Let's follow it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What the f*ck?

Tariq.

Tariq!

Tariq, are you okay?

You're lucky you
didn't hit him, d*ck Cheney.

I know what I'm doing.

I'm an excellent sh*t.

You broke
every safety protocol...

Calm down!
He wasn't in any danger.

Sorry, Tariq.
That shouldn't have happened.

Let us make it up to you.

You can take the k*ll sh*t.

- What?
- It's an honor, son.

Seriously?
I never get the k*ll sh*t.

Let him go.

Do it, son.

There, it's done.

- Everybody happy now?
- All right.

This is bullshit. I'm out.

Tariq!

Tariq, wait!

Hey, hey, hey.

Young bruh, I see
your stinkin' ass all up on TV.

- You on the come-up, huh?
- Yeah, I look good, right?

It's all about
the jewel tones, brother.

Mm.

Where'd that come from?

Ah, don't worry about it, man.

Yeah, I'm your brother,
and I'm worried about it.

I said don't.

I give it as good
as I get it in here.

Trust me.

You gettin' your meds?

Every day.

Are you taking 'em?

Bro, I said I'm taking them.

Can we talk
about something else?

I hired that attorney
we talked about.

Who? The white dude?

Yeah, Saxe.
Look, he don't know it yet.

He's gonna help me
get you out of here.

Get me up out of here?

Yeah.

Okay.

I ever lie to you?

f*ck, yeah.

Not this time, man.

I'm getting you out.

You ain't dying in here.

A g*n, Ma?

For real, Ma? A g*n?

Come on, you changed
the locks on me?

It's like that?

Listen, we need to talk, okay?

I got us a new connect.

Let me in.

Let me in, Ma.

Ma. Ma, don't walk away.

Ma! Ma!

♪ Who dat boy?
Who him is? ♪

♪ Him that n*gga, I swear
Stand out guy ♪

♪ Him don't need no chair ♪

♪ Well
Where the f*ck him at? ♪

♪ 'Cause, n*gga
I'm right here ♪

♪ Who dat boy? Who him is? ♪

♪ Who dem boys, n*gga?
Who dem is, n*gga? ♪

♪ Why you n*gg*s
Feel like that? ♪

♪ Mad 'cause a n*gga neck
Chill like that ♪

♪ Mad 'cause a n*gga
Push wheel like that? ♪

♪ Why you puttin' bad vibes
In the air like that? ♪

♪ n*gga, who dem boys? ♪

♪ n*gga, who dem is? ♪

This is
Detective Kevin Whitman, NYPD.

Who's this?

Did you get that?

That phone pinged
at Stansfield.

sh*t.

So we've been
on the right track.

The last person
Reynolds texted

on the night of his m*rder
is on the Stansfield campus.

That's where we focus
this investigation,

and that's where
we find Reynolds' k*ller.

♪ Who dat boy? ♪

♪ The boy drips swag
Like a broken faucet ♪

♪ It's runnin', n*gga
I'm runnin', sh*t ♪

♪ That cherry be the b*mb
Like he ran in Boston ♪

♪ Won't stop till the cops
Surround him ♪

♪ One n*gga jiggy
And the other awesome ♪

♪ With his f*ckin' face
Blown off ♪

- ♪ That's how they found him ♪
- ♪ It's Young T ♪

♪ Who dat boy? Who him is? ♪

♪ n*gga, who dat boy?
Who him is? ♪

♪ Who dem boys, n*gga?
Who dem is, n*gga? ♪

♪ Why you n*gg*s
Feel like that? ♪

♪ Mad 'cause a n*gga neck
Chill like that ♪

♪ You mad 'cause a n*gga
Push wheel like that? ♪

♪ Why you puttin' bad vibes
In the air like that? ♪

- ♪ n*gga, who dem boys? ♪
- ♪ n*gga, who dem is? ♪

♪ Who else step
In this bitch this jig? ♪

♪ Who else your bitch
Say got a bick this big? ♪

♪ Who else came through
With a wrist this flick? ♪

♪ n*gga, guess my pants
Do my dance ♪

♪ Spin around, bitch
You could kiss my ass ♪

♪ Never seen a n*gga
In this much Raf ♪

♪ Still doin' math
When I miss my class ♪

♪ Was it Summertime '06
Had the Number Nine ♪

♪ n*gga, never mind ♪

♪ Was another time
Before Vince ♪

♪ Had the Gucci gold tips
With the letterman ♪

♪ n*gga, dollar sign was my
Favorite number at the time ♪

♪ Fresh freshmen
Till they skipped my ass ♪

♪ Senior citizen
Don't forget my past ♪

♪ Been that n*gga
And you knew that there ♪

♪ Make the d*ck disappear
How she do that there? ♪

♪ Who dat boy? Who him is? ♪

♪ n*gga, who dat boy?
Who him is? ♪

♪ Who dem boys, n*gga? ♪