Previously, on "Power"...
Ghost gave me the name of the person who killed Joey.
He's got a friend in me for life.
Yeah, sure.
The moment you let Tommy in the penthouse to kill me
was the moment you were no longer my son,
and now you're my enemy.
You already had your opportunity
to learn all about my best attribute.
Your loss, boo.
I'm Quinton. My friends call me Q.
I'm Tasha.
I need you to plant a weapon.
Draw Jason to the location. I'll pull the trigger.
James St. Patrick's name recognition is off the charts.
If he goes to another team,
there's no way you're gonna make up the votes that go with him.
I'm not worried about James St. Patrick.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, don't shoot, look.
The Feds got a tracker on me, Spank.
They got me serving up Ghost. I'm playing both sides, Tommy.
I‐I know I did some fucked‐up shit with Coleman,
but at the end of the day, you'll see
- it was worth it. - You're fired, Saxe.
Tommy is going down.
The only question is,
which side of the bars are you gonna be on?
Give me the paper.
Tasha, you know I'm not a snitch!
You signed the fucking papers, 'Keisha!
If I give this ring to your mother,
that means the three of us is gonna be family.
‐ You all right with that? ‐ Yeah.
Tasha, please don't do this!
♪ 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 ♪
♪ I never took a straight path nowhere ♪
♪ Life's full of twists and turns, bumps and bruises ♪
♪ I live, I learn ♪
♪ I'm from that city full of yellow cabs and skyscrapers ♪
♪ It's hard to get a start in these parts without paper ♪
♪ Homie I grew up in hell a block away from heaven ♪
♪ That corner every 15 minutes they 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 a 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 movin' with no hesitation ♪
♪ 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 ♪ ♪POWER♪
♪ I just happen to come up hard ♪ ♪POWER♪
♪ Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it ♪
*POWER* Season 06 Episode 09
*POWER* Episode Title: "Scorched Earth"
I can't believe LaKeisha's gone, you know?
Good looks on bringing me Cash, though. I appreciate you.
No doubt, Kadeem. It's the least I could do.
He's a good kid.
So what's up? We got no idea who did this shit or what?
I ain't sure...
but I promise you I'ma find out who did this shit
and I'ma make it right.
Mm‐hmm.
LaKeisha was a good woman.
Well, you need anything, you hit me.
Bet.
Cash gonna see you again or what?
I got no idea.
A'ight, shit goes down, you know where I'm at.
I 'preciate that.
Thomas Patrick Egan.
You're a busy man.
This better be quick. I got shit to do.
Like running drugs, racketeering?
Murdering your girlfriend?
You see, now, typically when an innocent man
learns his girlfriend was murdered,
he has more of an emotional reaction.
Yeah. I found her body myself.
But you didn't call it in.
Where were you last night between the hours of 6:00 and 7:00 p. m.?
Buying an engagement ring for LaKeisha at the mall.
Her son, Cash, was with me. Check the cameras.
I will. Where's Cash now?
He's with his father, where he belongs.
Don't you fuck with that kid.
He told you, right?
That we pulled over his mom
and she agreed to cooperate with us,
to testify against you.
Nah.
She told me what you done to her,
but she wasn't gonna say shit against me.
I had no reason to kill her.
That was my girl... to the end.
Well, if you didn't kill LaKeisha,
then who else wanted to keep her quiet?
I tell you what, genius. You do your fuckin' job, you'll find your answer.
If you ain't gonna arrest me, I'ma get on my way.
If you know who killed LaKeisha, let me handle it.
Don't seek revenge.
You're only gonna wind up hurting yourself.
Am I free to go?
We'll be watching you.
We left the space wide open so it can be adapted to the buyer's needs.
It's perfect.
There's also the possibility for expansion.
No neighbors on either side of you.
That's music to my ears. I'm as private as it goes.
A buyer with vision like yourself
has a great turnkey opportunity here,
but you'll have to be aggressive.
There are a lot of interested parties.
It's exactly what I need.
I'll get the funds together right away.
If you're serious, act quickly.
My office is already fielding offers.
I'm confident that my offer will be the strongest.
You'll have it in the morning.
Feel free to show yourself out.
I have to run to another appointment across town.
‐ It's been a pleasure. ‐ Thank you.
Thank you.
A diamond in the rough?
Ladies. Well, you know, Ramona.
Someone wise once told me that you...
sometimes need to look past the exterior
to envision the potential.
Well, like you, Lorette and I
have the ability to envision potential,
and we see a lot in you, James.
I've come here to discuss your future.
I'm flattered.
But what does my future have to do with you, Ms. Walsh?
Well, I've learned that in politics,
the single most important trait for success...
is adaptation.
‐ Adaptation. ‐ The sooner you can see
the need for change, the better one can execute the necessary adjustments.
James, I see a need for change coming,
and I'm preparing to make an adjustment...
one that will affect my involvement
in Tate's gubernatorial campaign.
I ask again: what does that have to do with me?
When I asked Ramona to join my staff,
she made one thing very clear.
Having representation behind the scenes
will not be enough to win over the inner cities.
I need someone standing by my side
who represents their experiences,
their interests...
most importantly, someone who inspires them.
You need me to be your black friend to get you the black vote.
I like him.
I want you to be my lieutenant governor.
Let's make it official.
Tommy, did you put a piece where I need to find it?
Tommy. You there?
Come on, man.
I'm getting Jason to the building I told you about.
I wanna make sure you did your part of the deal.
Yeah.
I put it where you told me.
Okay, good.
And make sure you avoid any calls with Jason
in case he tries to pull you in a situation or something, you know?
Look, man, it's all gonna be over soon.
Yeah, it is.
I put the piece in the elevator box...
Just like you asked.
It's done.
Peace, brother.
Why you keep fuckin' sweatin' me, man?
Do you know who killed LaKeisha Grant?
No, I don't have a fucking clue,
but I don't put it past Tommy doin' it himself.
Nah. Tommy didn't do it.
- ‐ You think one of his boys did it? - ‐
Or maybe someone was targeting Egan himself?
Look, dude has a lot of enemies.
It could be anyone tryin' to get at him.
I think if you take a closer look at Tommy's crew,
then you'll find the hitter.
If Tommy wanted his girl done,
he wouldn't just ask anyone to do it.
Plus, the motherfuckers under him...
yo, they do whatever he says.
Where can I find his crew?
Egan's warehouse... where is it?
I don't know.
It's funny.
You know, you were singin' a different tune
when you wanted this off.
‐ Ha. ‐ Maybe puttin' it back on
will jog your memory.
Maybe you should check your fuckin' equipment first,
because Tommy's crew brought me into the warehouse
the other day in a goddamn trunk.
So just check the last few locations of the bitch,
and you'll find the spot, man.
Tommy keeps all his weight there... his boys.
Shit, you could even probably find him there.
So arrest them motherfuckers
and leave me and my family alone.
If this information is right,
Tommy and his crew will be off the street by tonight.
And we square.
This is an opportunity of a lifetime.
Come on, now, James. Cut the bullshit.
Tell me what this is really about.
Look, I'm being straight up, okay?
The construction on the Queens Child Project
has met a roadblock,
so I'm taking matters into my own hands.
By buying your own building in Queens?
S‐since when do you have that kind of cash on hand?
I don't. That's why I'm talking to you.
Okay. I'm listening.
Okay, I need a silent partner... emphasis on silent.
We both put in half the cash,
and we both have our names on a totally legit business.
Clean money.
You know what? I'll look into it.
And then I'll consider it.
Smart.
All right.
Here is the address,
and, Jason, I'm sure I don't have to tell you
that we gotta move quickly on that.
There's offers comin' in left and right as we speak.
I'll meet you there this afternoon.
Oh, and a warning... they have security,
so neither one of us can be strapped.
You don't tell me how to conduct my business.
Merely a suggestion so we don't walk out in cuffs.
Hey, man, do what you wanna do.
Have a drink. It's on me. Gotta get to my son's school.
You won't be sorry.
Ah. There you are.
So... have you heard anything about
who Lorette might choose for her running mate?
Not a thing.
Okay, well, uh, keep your ears to the ground.
I don't wanna be surprised by anything.
Of course.
Ramona, you should know that I'm severing ties with St. Patrick.
The motherfucker has scorched the earth with me.
Did he ever tell you where he was when he missed our photo op?
He had a family emergency.
And I hear you in turn pulled the permits for the QCP.
I mean, you don't think you're gonna get blowback from him?
Listen, since he came along,
it's been one step forward, two steps back for my entire campaign,
damn near on a daily basis.
I'm sick of the shit.
So what were you thinking?
I'm thinking I might have something
that will back him off... for good.
What's that?
I'll let you know when I lock it down.
We're gonna get rid of him once and for all.
Being in business with him
would've been a very dangerous thing for us.
I agree.
James St. Patrick is out.
I'm with you.
My sister.
Loyalty...
a quality any man would want in a woman.
Okay, so how we looking?
Girl, business is too poppin'!
‐ And it's all there. ‐ Okay, uh...
You gotta go.
Tasha, please don't tell me you doin' what I think you doin'.
What are you doing here, Ghost?
Did you forget? We have the meeting at Tariq's new school.
‐ We're already runnin' late. ‐ Can't you see I'm busy?
I can't. You go.
So you just gonna put pushing weight over your own child?
For real, Ghost?
Now you see what it was like for me all those years.
Look, one of us has gotta go, and it ain't gonna be me.
I gotta work.
Yeah, okay, you're right. One of us has to be there for our son.
Nigga, please!
Who is this?
Uh, Jason Micic, it's, uh, Andre Coleman.
Mutual friend that James was telling you about.
Oh, the asshole who no‐showed at our meeting.
Well, you got balls. I'll give you that.
But you lack smarts, so lose this number.
Uh, look, I just thought you'd be thinking about
‐ new business right now. ‐ Listen to me, Andre,
spare me the speech you practiced in the mirror this morning.
You get one shot with me. You already missed yours.
The operation is doing just fine, thank you.
Oh, you haven't heard.
Tommy and his crew are about to get scooped up by the Feds
and you're gonna be down men and actually money.
Uh‐huh. And how the fuck would you know that?
I have some friends on the inside. People talk.
So yeah, it's about to go down serious,
so you can lose money,
or I can step up and make it a smooth transition for you.
It's your call, man.
I'll be in touch.
That's what I thought.
I'll be expectin' that call.
Listen, I apologize, uh, for my ex‐wife not being here.
Oh. Oh, please.
My parents never showed up to one of these things.
So you guys are... you guys are killin' it as far as I'm concerned.
One's better than none, right?
Absolutely.
I have to tell you, uh, Tariq...
he's done extremely well since he's been here.
He regularly tests better than his classmates.
He's got a greater grasp on the reading material
than some of the college‐level kids I've taught.
‐ He's a quick study. ‐ Oh, that's an understatement.
I mean...
Tariq has a gift.
You know, and the fact that he's able to work a full school day
and have an after‐school job...
his ability to focus is downright fucking incredible.
You said an after‐school job.
Yeah.
At your, uh...
your wife's, um, day care, right?
We, uh, give credit for after‐school jobs here, you know?
We‐we take the pay stubs and mark down the hours.
We block out the socials, of... of course.
Tariq said he's just basically a glorified babysitter there,
but hey, I know that kid.
He's probably fixing the computers,
balancing your wife's checkbook, you know what I mean?
Ah, well, yeah, Tariq...
he is nothing if not industrious.
‐ He's gonna be a big shot. ‐
‐ Just like his dad. ‐ Mm.
Yes, he is.
What the fuck, Ghost?
You broke into my apartment?
Tasha, have you lost your fucking mind?
‐ Scuse me? ‐ I said you must have
fuckin' lost your mind
if you got my son in your fuckin' day care moving weight!
Oh. Now he's your son.
Because just a minute ago, you were shoving a damn gun in the boy's face
like he was one of your corner boys that came up short!
Tasha, look me in my motherfucking eye
and tell me that you don't have my son running product
out of that damn day care of yours!
He's not moving product through the day care.
‐ What the fuck? Tasha... ‐ And you know what?
He's my child, so...
it's none of your goddamn business.
Not if what you do gets him locked up or shot!
That's the point, Ghost!
I'm making sure he doesn't get locked up or shot.
‐ Tasha, that's bullshit. ‐ No, no, no.
What's bullshit is us thinking that we could change Tariq
or somehow turn him into something he's not.
Okay? I've accepted the truth.
‐ You should too. ‐ You know what?
This isn't even about Tariq. It's about you.
Tasha, if you don't fucking get your shit together,
I'm gonna get your business shut down,
and then I'll take Yas away from you for good.
Are you fucking threatening me?
Nigga, you better watch your every move,
'cause I will tell the Feds you killed Terry Silver,
'cause I know you did.
I'll tell 'em everything.
No, you won't.
Cool. Try me, nigga.
Aah! Ghost, get off of me!
Aah!
Ghost, get off me!
Get off! I'll fucking scream...
Hmm? Hmm?
Uh!
If you ever... put your hands on me again...
‐ Then what? ‐ I will fucking kill you!
We already lost one kid, Tasha.
Don't you ever motherfucking forget it.
If Tariq dies, his blood is on your hands.
Your hands.
Get out my house.
Get the fuck out my house!
Oh, my God.
I'd like to report a crime.
Uh, can I speak to your supervisor, please?
Thank you.
Yes, there are drugs being sold out of a day care
on 58th and Queens Boulevard.
Yes, ma'am, I witnessed it myself.
Look, that's my neighborhood,
and obviously there are kids in that place,
and I would hate to see any of 'em get hurt.
No. I'd rather not give my name.
Thank you.
Hey, you.
Hey, sis. ‐ What's up?
‐ What you doin'? ‐ You know, just tryin'
to get this place together...
Tasha St. Patrick, we have a warrant to search the premises.
What is going on?
You're searching a children's day care? For what?
We got an anonymous tip that there's a large amount of narcotics
being distributed out of this building.
Are you kidding me? You know, this isn't right.
I run a legitimate business
that provides a valuable service to the community,
and you come in here talking about drugs?
This is harassment. I'm gonna get my lawyer on the phone.
‐ Uh‐huh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
‐ Listen to me. ‐ What's going down?
Just get the boys and meet me over at the warehouse.
Jason's about to need to drop some more weight on us.
‐ We got some shit to handle. ‐ Yeah?
What about that Ghost motherfucker?
You... why the fuck is you always askin' about Ghost for, huh?
Ghost ain't gonna be a problem for us at all.
He done... for good.
Place is clean.
I apologize for any inconvenience.
Looks like it was a bad tip.
Looks like I'll have to file a complaint.
I wouldn't push it, Mrs. St. Patrick.
You know my goddamn name.
It's Green.
Have team B move on the warehouse now.
Got it.
Don't say nothin' and don't touch nothin'.
Tasha, what the fuck was that?
It's okay. I was expecting it.
I wasn't! Girl, it's getting too hot around here.
‐ I'm out. ‐ Wait, wait, wait, wait.
What you mean, you out?
Hold up. You won't have anything to worry about.
I got it handled.
No. You had today handled,
but you a mile away from having this shit handled.
I'm out; my girls at the club out.
I got a baby to think about,
and you... ha... better think about your kids too,
'cause you around here trippin'...you trippin' too.
Epiphany! Are you serious?
Move! Get your ass out the way!
For real, Ghost?
It's on.
Yo, that phone call from Tommy got me confused, Bit.
Why we doin' shit backward?
He be talkin' out his ass and shit be comin' out his mouth.
Yo, that nigga been trippin' lately,
keepin' us in the dark and shit.
Yo, how long we gonna keep ridin' for this fool?
Yo, y'all two niggas chill.
Last thing Tommy needs right now
is us switching sides on him.
Fuck you mean, chill?
The last thing we need is to get popped or catch a bid for his shit.
- ‐ The mo'fucker's unstable... - ‐
All right, all right! ‐ Damn!
Come on, man. Get off me!
‐ ‐ Fuck you!
Search 'em.
‐ Shut up! ‐ Aah!
That motherfucker set us up!
And came back to watch this shit?
Fuck that bitch‐ass nigga.
This shit ain't over.
Naw. Just startin'.
That motherfucker!
A'ight, listen up,
'cause I'm only gonna say this shit once.
I seen a lot of crews go down over bullshit...
beefin' over nothin', dry snitching,
mo'fuckers getting caught up in they feelings.
Not us. We gonna do this shit the right way,
so you gonna do what the fuck I say when I say it.
- ‐ You hear me? - Mm‐hmm.
Good, 'cause it gonna be raining a whole lotta money in this bitch.
We taking uptown by storm, and then we taking over the whole city.
The product should be comin' in any minute now.
Just sit tight until you hear from me.
I'm waitin' for the call from the connect.
It's about to get lit, man.
A'ight, drink up, motherfuckers.
Speaking Serbian...
No need for it.
Call me when you have eyes on Tommy.
Take the gun.
Q?
What are you doin' here?
I heard you had some trouble today.
You all right?
No.
I think I'm gonna lose my business.
I mean, why would parents bring their kids back
after the Feds were all up in here?
It's your ex‐husband, right?
Why? W‐what do you know?
I... I don't know anything about him,
but I know about you,
and you wouldn't get mixed up in anything that bad.
Q... you don't know me at all.
You're right, I don't.
But I'd like to.
And I'd like to help you if you'll let me.
Ah.
‐ Tasha, who did that to you? ‐ Look, I don't wanna talk about it.
Your ex. Some niggas just don't know when to quit!
Oh, like you?
Tasha, I haven't stopped thinking about you.
So you can try to make me leave again...
but you need me.
You need my help.
Q, I want you.
I really, really do.
But I don't need you to take care of my ex.
I can handle him on my own.
Mm‐hmm.
Come here.
Wow.
Now we're talking.
- Nice place, James. - Glad you approve, Jason.
Let me show you around.
Well, come on through.
Sir, empty your pockets.
Any metal put into this bin and step through.
Let's go. I wanna show you this penthouse.
Your whole life's about to change.
Thank you.
Here you go.
Thank you.
‐ Heard from Tommy? ‐ No.
Actually, not a word.
Seems to be missing in action.
Well, you know Tommy, Jason.
Does his own thing, man.
‐ Ain't that the truth? ‐
So your boy Andre reached out to me
and made a play to be my distro.
Is that so?
Well, Jase, you know what they say:
sometimes second chances work themselves out, right?
I'm not so sure.
I told him I'd be in touch.
No, I think you should take the meeting, Jason.
The boy's got game, you know?
Just hear him out. See what he has to say.
If you don't like what you see, then fucking get rid of him.
That's what I would do.
I have to admit, James, uh,
I never bought this idea of you going straight.
I figured you'd come crawling back
begging to be my distro after a few weeks.
Told you I was out of the game. I meant it, Jason.
If you go half on buying this building with me,
then we can both stop sleeping with one eye open.
It's hard to pass up an opportunity
to grab some prime real estate.
Come on, motherfucker, get up!
Get up!
Aah!
Motherfucker!
All right, he's shorter than me, a little lighter‐skinned.
When that nigga comes up that elevator,
you call the cops immediately, all right?
Here's the cash.
And hold back the surveillance of him walking in here, all right?
In case we need to reinforce his guilt to the cops.
Here's a burner. Hold on to it till you hear from me.
And one more thing.
‐ You never saw my face. ‐ You got it.
Tommy, what the fuck, man?
You set me up to be killed by Jason?
You killed LaKeisha.
What? LaKeisha's dead?
Don't play fuckin' dumb with me.
Look, Tommy, I swear to God,
I don't know what the fuck you're talkin' about!
I didn't kill LaKeisha,
and why the fuck would I kill LaKeisha?
Oh, yeah? Well, you best keep your head on a swivel,
'cause I ain't gonna rest till you six feet under, motherfucker!
Look, Tommy, I'm sorry about LaKeisha, man...
You know what? I'm done talkin'!
I'm comin' to kill you.
Benny, how the hell'd you get in here, man?
It's not my first time on the block.
Look, it's not a good time, all right?
Tellin' me? I lost my cousin.
Now shit's about to get worse.
I don't have time for this shit. Just tell me...
You fuckin' lied to my face.
I was sitting right fucking there,
and you fuckin' lied to me.
You told me Igor Ungar killed Joey. He didn't.
I wanna know why you fed me bullshit.
Listen, Benny, I told you what your cousin told me.
Joey told me he had to testify against this Igor guy, right?
That he needed a fucking safe place to hide out,
to hide he and his daughter until the trial.
So after he was murdered, I just did the math, man.
Simple... one plus one made Igor the triggerman.
Well, he wasn't. I looked into it.
Igor was out of the country for a month.
I don't know who did Joey,
but it wasn't him, so stop fuckin' around with me.
Who killed Joey?
Because if you tell me you don't know,
I'm gonna fuckin' think it was you.
Look, I can't prove it, but I think it was Tommy.
‐ Egan? ‐ Mm.
Why would he go after Joey?
Because Tommy was convinced that Joey
was gonna fuckin' snitch him out, man, to the Feds.
I don't believe that.
Let me make you a drink, Benny.
Listen...
Joe told me about the Unger guy.
But if Joe was gonna testify against Tommy, come on.
You and I both know
he would have never told me that.
Your kid, Tariq.
Yeah.
He's the one that brought Elisa Marie to me.
Yeah, he got her out of the back.
But the cops questioned him about that, Benny, okay?
He‐he didn't see anything.
Yeah.
You know, that night I got between you guys and Vincent,
I got a‐a vibe from Egan.
Yeah?
Yeah.
And I let it go.
Listen, Benny. I'm in the process of handling Tommy right now,
‐ so don't worry... ‐ All due respect, Ghost,
but fuck your process.
I'm gonna find him,
and he's either gonna cough up some answers,
or he's gonna cough up some blood.
Enjoy your drink.
I'm telling you, Ghost can't kill me because of Jason,
so he's trying to take me down piece by fuckin' piece.
First he came for LaKeisha, sent some shitbag
to try to scare her off, but then she took his ass down
just like I taught her. But then...
He killed her himself.
Shot her in the head.
LaKeisha is dead?
Yeah, T, she gone.
And I'm sorry. I know y'all was beefin'...
No‐no matter what, she was still my sister.
I can't believe this.
Ghost, he dimed out my warehouse to the fuckin' Feds.
My whole crew got wrapped up.
He did the same shit to me, had my spot raided too.
Thank goodness I was ahead of him. Place was clean.
But do you see? You see?
This motherfucker crossed the line.
Tryin' to take us out.
This new Ghost...
this new Ghost ain't got nothing to do with us!
So he gotta go.
And I didn't come here to ask for your permission.
I came here to tell you.
Out of respect.
Because we were family.
But some things, you can't never come back from.
‐ You know? ‐ I understand.
We understand.
Good.
Ma.
What happened to your arm?
Ghost, a'ight?
Ghost happened to my arm. He laid hands on me.
Tommy was right.
Your father has changed.
Did you know about LaKeisha?
All right, look, 'Riq, I‐I don't wanna lie to you.
Okay? That's all Ghost ever did.
Ghost never told the truth, and look at us now.
We gotta do better.
We gotta protect each other, and the only way
we can do that is if we keep it all the way real with each other
about everything!
So you did it.
You fucking killed LaKeisha and didn't tell me?
She was gonna flip, okay?
She was gonna flip on all of us.
You don't know what the fuck you're talking about, little boy.
I... ha‐had to do it.
I‐I had to.
I had to protect this family!
So yeah.
I killed LaKeisha.
And I will kill Ghost to protect you, 'Riq.
I should be the one protecting you!
And I will.
I promise you that, Ma, no matter what.
A'ight.
You lied to me.
Benny?
Look, I don't know what the fuck Ghost told you, but whatever it was...
Ghost told me you killed Joey.
What? That's some...
Yo, what the...
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The fuck?
Fucking Ghost... this motherfucker!
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
Hey! What are you doing there?
‐ Hey! ‐ Fuck!
Hey, get back here!
Listen, this shit's gotta come to an end.
Rashad, it's not the right time to step to me, okay?
I'm here so we can finish this once and for all.
Whoa, whoa. You don't fucking give me orders.
I ain't even gonna hold you up.
We can put the cards on the table, right here, right now.
‐ No bullshit. ‐ No bullshit.
I know who you are, James.
I know you set up that robbery here at the club
where I found myself having to kill a man.
Alphonse. Yeah.
And I know that you're a fuckin' dope dealer
who don't need the kind of heat that I can put on you.
Is that a threat?
I finally faced the truth about who you are, James.
Or should I call you Ghost?
Who the fuck is Ghost?
I was in denial for a long time, but not anymore.
‐ Mm‐hmm. ‐ See, whatever assistance
you brought to my campaign just ain't been worth the‐the cost.
So you and me are no longer, you understand?
We're done.
Or what?
Or I go to the press and tell 'em about your past.
If I were this man you seem to think I am,
what's to stop me
from killing you right here, right now?
Because if a man like you was gonna kill a man like me...
You'd have just done it.
But the truth of the matter is,
you know I'm too high‐profile to fuck with.
You ain't gonna do shit, boy.
I don't know what you heard about me,
and, quite frankly, I don't give two fucks.
But whatever person is in your fucking ear,
they got it wrong.
I don't make threats.
If I had any intention of killing you, Rashad,
you would never see it comin'.
You would simply... I don't know... disappear like a ghost.
Lucky for you,
I ain't the nigga I used to be.
Get the fuck out of my place of business.
You got one thing right.
We are done. Officially fucking done.
You'll read about my next move in tomorrow's paper.
Hey.
I'm glad you're here.
I'm ready to start mapping out our next move.
I don't know how to say this, Rashad,
but we don't have a next move.
What's that supposed to mean?
It means I don't work for you anymore.
What?
Ramona...
‐ What are you talking about? ‐ I now work
for Lorette Walsh and her running mate.
Lorette Walsh doesn't have a running mate.
She does now. Thanks to me.
You might wanna watch the news tomorrow morning, Rashad.
Or you can hear it from me first.
Lorette Walsh is planning to announce James St. Patrick
as her running mate to be the next
lieutenant governor of New York.
You lost, boo.
How'd you know where to find me?
Know a man's habits, you know the man.
You know, I didn't expect to see you here,
considering you fucked me a hundred ways till Tuesday with Dre.
I didn't expect to find you in a place
that actually plays good music.
See? I'm full of surprises.
I have good taste in music, I make a mean paella,
and everything I did at Eastern District I did for one reason...
to put the fuckin' bad guys away... punto final.
I believe you.
You do?
LaKeisha Grant was murdered last night.
‐ ‐ Shot twice.
Oh, God.
Tell me you got Egan for that.
Look, I didn't agree with your methods,
but I'm starting to understand why you used them.
I'm here because I know you will stop at nothing
to take these people down,
and these people need to be taken down.
I'm close.
We just need to push a little harder.
Hey, what can I do? I'm fired, remember?
Help me make sense of this, okay,
because I don't even think
that Egan actually killed LaKeisha.
What? Come on. He's a fuckin' serial killer.
That's what he does.
Look, he killed Angela. He killed Proctor.
You were getting to LaKeisha. He found out about it... boom.
But you didn't see his face.
He wasn't angry.
He was heartbroken.
He didn't know about it at all.
And if he didn't know about it, there's no motive.
Then we put pressure on Tasha St. Patrick.
She's the weak link between Egan and St. Patrick.
We just have to find a pressure point.
Another anonymous tip?
We're here about LaKeisha Grant.
Oh.
Shit.
I know. I‐I'm devastated.
You know, I've hardly slept since I heard.
Please, come in.
So any idea who killed her?
Yeah, can we skip past the part where you dance circles around us
when we all know the truth?
Just need you to confirm it.
Did James kill LaKeisha?
Why would he do that?
Because LaKeisha turned informant on James.
And some jobs you don't farm out
if you want it done the right way.
No. This is absurd.
Even if you all manipulated 'Keisha
into making false statements against James,
where's her proof?
Okay, you have no idea what information we got from LaKeisha
before she died.
Choose.
You or your ex‐husband. Which is it?
Jesus Christ!
Time after time, you've covered for James,
after all he's taken away from you.
After betrayal and public humiliation...
you're still loyal to him?
Jesus. Would he do the same for you?
He's a dangerous man. We know this.
So do you.
How long before he tries to kill you, Tasha?
Is that bruise from James?
It is, isn't it?
If you don't help us,
we're gonna take a much harder look at your son, Tariq,
and where he was the night Raymond Jones was murdered.
James didn't kill LaKeisha.
But he did kill Terry Silver.
W‐wait. Were you a witness?
‐ Did you see him do it? ‐ No!
‐ Then how can you be sure? ‐ It's just the things
that he was saying.
You know, he was angry about us.
I believe he did it. I just don't have proof.
We're gonna need a body to make this stick against St. Patrick.
Any idea where he'd stash a body?
I mean, I can't say for certain.
I honestly don't even wanna think about it.
But I‐I don't‐I don't know.
No, no, go ahead.
Well...
I suspect that...
if you go to the old decommissioned parking structure
at terminal one of LaGuardia Airport, level five,
you'll find him.
I mean, there's no traffic, no security there.
If I was James and I had a body in a vehicle
to hide on short notice...
I'd go there.
It's unlocked.
Pop the trunk.
‐ Ugh!
Ugh! Oh!
That is... definitely Terry Silver.
Yeah, location and placement of the body
are consistent with Tasha's theory.
I can't look at that.
Anything?
Uh... he likes musicals. Does that help?
Let's keep looking.
If Tasha was right, then this murder was unplanned,
which means St. Patrick was in a rush.
So he must have overlooked something.
Fuck.
Open up the door, man.
Open the fucking door!
‐ Hey... ‐ What the fuck you doing here, man?
Look, man,
man, I need your help.
Who the fuck are you hiding from?
Look, Ghost killed Jason Micic. He set me up to take the fall, man!
Fuck! I got spotted at the fucking scene!
So you're coming to me to make it go away?
No, I'm comin' to you to help you get Ghost.
Look, we both want him off the streets, right?
Ghost is the main source of your problems.
Mine too. So let's take this two‐faced motherfucker out
and be done with this shit!
Come on, come on, Saxe, let's do it.
You just turn your back on this opportunity?
Are you fucking crazy?
Okay.
Plant that at St. Patrick's place,
and I'll do my best to cover your tracks on the Jason kill.
What the fuck is this, Saxe?
It's evidence.
It links Ghost to a murder that he committed.
But I need to make sure that the dots connect, so...
you connect 'em for me.
So you want me to plant evidence on Ghost.
Look, I wanna make sure that the 12 idiots stuck in that jury box
have no reasonable doubt regarding the kind of man that Ghost is.
So you do this, and we're done with that motherfucker.
So you wanna frame him for murder.
What...
Yes, okay? I wanna frame a guilty man.
Sometimes the justice system
needs a fucking kick in the ass.
He's staying at the James Hotel.
Don't fuck this up.
What are you doing here, 'Riq?
What's this supposed to mean?
I don't need it anymore.
I ain't coming back to your place again.
Okay, why don't you just tell me what's going on.
I know what happened between you and Ma.
Don't you ever put your fucking hands on her again.
And don't you ever fucking use that tone with me again.
I'm not scared of you anymore.
I'm not a child, a'ight?
I said watch your tone with me.
What you gon' do, slap me up?
Or put a gun to my head?
You did that shit already, Ghost. Don't you remember?
Yeah, you forced me to do that shit with the shit you pulled.
This right here, this is your mother trying to turn you against me.
Man, no, the fuck it isn't.
You don't even realize there ain't shit that she could say
that would turn me against you.
Only person that could do that is you.
You lost me a long time ago, Ghost.
You did that shit yourself.
Hey, you can't say that shit to me, 'Riq,
after every fucking thing I've done for you.
You ain't never did a thing for me.
Ever.
I'm out.
We ain't done yet!
Get back here!
Son, I said get back here!
‐ We're not fucking done... ‐ Everything you do is always for you!
It's always about you! You're so fucking selfish!
You come in my place of work, a place I built for you,
you call me selfish,
then run out on the street and sell drugs with your moms?
I know what she got you doing, son.
That's the best you can do?
With all the intelligence, Tariq,
all the advantages I fuckin' never had...
that's the best you can do, a fuckin' drug dealer?
It's the best you could do, right?
That's the best you could do.
If it's okay for you, why it ain't okay for me, huh?
Listen to me, Tariq.
When I was your age, I thought it was the right thing to do.
My father tried to get me to turn my back on the streets.
I didn't listen. I don't want you to make the same mistake, son.
Okay? I'm trying to protect you, man.
I'm trying to protect you from a life of misery, son!
I ain't your fuckin' son.
You are my son, and I'm your father,
and I'm always gonna be your father.
Listen to this.
Stay away from me, and stay away from her.
Ain't gonna say that shit again.
I ain't gonna say it again. Watch your fucking tone with me!
Put your hands on Ma one more time,
and I swear to God I'll murder you myself.
I promise you that.
You can't talk to your father that way.
Don't get it twisted.
You might have given me life,
but you were never my fuckin' father.
Sync corrections by srjanapala
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♪ Monday morning be coming ♪
♪ As I hang myself out to dry ♪
♪ Teardrops be fallin' ♪
♪ And you're the reason why ♪
♪ Lyin' in my bed ♪
♪ I need somethin' ♪
♪ Cryin' in my bed ♪
♪ I fear somethin' ♪
♪ Lyin' in my bed ♪
♪ I need somethin' ♪
♪ It's you ♪
♪ How I wonder ♪
♪ Lying next to you, oh, yeah ♪
♪ I wonder ♪
♪ Is there someone new ♪
♪ Next to you ♪