[dramatic instrumental music plays]
[funky hip-hop beat layers in]
[Tariq] Previously on Ghost...
[dramatic hip-hop music plays]
Okay, that was fire.
I think we should add that to our set.
-Yeah. -What's up? I'm Brayden.
Weston. I know who you are.
-I'm your guy. -[scoffs] Bullshit.
[Diana] Look, Effie, I'm a little overwhelmed right now.
[doctor] The home test was accurate.
-So I'm pregnant. -[man] We have concluded
that your license to practice law
will be temporarily suspended.
Tariq St. Patrick.
My gut says you killed Agent Young.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I know who you fucking are
and I'm gonna put you where you belong.
[Tariq] We can sell
-without Noma knowing. -You're serious about this?
[Tariq] In order to protect our families,
we need real money.
Noma's gonna lose her shit on you if you don't deliver, right?
[Cane] Somethin' like that.
[Effie] Well, I don't want that to happen to you.
[Noma] You extended an offer on my behalf.
You seem to be awfully confused about who's in charge here, luv.
You know what? Head out.
Cane can explain to me why he thinks it's a good idea.
I've been wondering if your best hasn't already been given away.
Maybe to whoever got you those green cards.
I have no connection to any people--
Hold on now. Hold on.
What about your connection
to whoever pushed through that green card for your brother.
You're coming with me.
Hands on the car.
Who the fuck is Kate Egan?
[Tariq] She's Tommy Egan's mother.
She told me that you gave Tommy Tasha's address.
Question is, who put her up to this shit?
Tell Tommy this is a gift from Monet Tejada.
[ominous music plays]
[music ends]
[singer] ♪ They say this is A big, rich town ♪
♪ I just come from The poorest part ♪
♪ Bright lights, city life I gotta make it ♪
♪ This is where it goes down ♪
♪ I just happen To come up hard ♪
♪ Legal or illegal, baby I gotta make it ♪
[50 Cent] ♪ I never took A straight path nowhere ♪
♪ Life's full of twists And turns ♪
♪ Bumps and bruises I live, I learn ♪
♪ I'm from that city full of Yellow Cabs and skyscrapers ♪
♪ It's hard to get a start In these parts without paper ♪
♪ Homie, I grew up in hell A block away from heaven ♪
♪ That corner, every 15 minutes They movin' seven ♪
♪ Pure snow Bag it then watch it go ♪
♪ Occupational options Get some blow or some hos ♪
♪ Shoot the ball or the strap Learn to rap or to jack ♪
♪ Fuck it, man, in the meantime Go ahead and pump a pack ♪
♪ This my regal royal flow My James Bond bounce ♪
♪ That 007 That's 62 on my count ♪
♪ I'm a undercover liar I lie under the covers ♪
♪ Look a bitch in the eyes and Tell her, "Baby, I love you" ♪
♪ "You're my inspiration You're my motivation" ♪
♪ "You're the reason that I'm Moving with no hesitation" ♪
[singer] ♪ They say this is A big, rich town ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ I just come from The poorest part ♪
♪ Bright lights, city life I gotta make it ♪
♪ This is where it goes down ♪
-♪ Ohh, yeah ♪ -♪ Yeah ♪
♪ I just happen To come up hard ♪
♪ Legal or illegal, baby I gotta make it ♪
[mellow hip-hop music plays]
[music ends]
["Nuyne" by Kar plays]
[Brayden] Bro, I am fucking exhausted.
[Tariq] I know.
[sighs] Spent all night
taking fucking 2-Bit's shit outta my car, man.
You sure we're doin' this?
I mean, we got no choice, bro.
We all in, right?
♪ ♪
Tariq. Brayden.
Two rich boys looking to piss away Daddy's fortune?
Already did that.
Yeah. We need the money for school.
Mm-hm.
All right.
I'm docking ten percent for dents and scratches.
-Wait, dents and scratches? -It's good, B.
Bro, she didn't even look at it.
It's good, B.
Get 'em on the ship.
-Tell Pinky I'll be in touch. -[Tariq] Yeah.
Oh, wait, Riq. Wait.
Goodbye, baby.
Thank you for everything.
-[chuckles] -["Nuyne" resumes]
Good luck in school.
[Tariq] Cash problem solved.
[Brayden] They say, "Mo' money, mo'--"
[Tariq] Don't finish that, please.
[Brayden] Yeah, you're right. Bad timing.
What are we thinking?
What's bigger than Wall Street?
Not just bigger. But what we do needs to be
un-fucking-detectable.
-Any word on a connect yet? -[cell phone vibrates]
Riq?
Hold on. I'm figuring it out.
Look, bro,
if we're gonna do this, it needs to be a partnership.
What the fuck else do you think it's gonna be?
Meaning I want to be kept in the loop about everything.
No more fuckin' secrets.
All right, fine. No secrets.
But that means it gotta go both ways.
Yeah, obviously. Where are you going?
Go to the dorm, transfer that money into a duffel.
I'll call you in a little bit, a'ight?
[dramatic hip-hop music plays]
-The fuck took you so long? -My bad. My car was tweaking.
A'ight, he's here. Let's get to it.
So what did Kate Egan have to say for herself?
House is empty.
No sign anyone's been there in a while.
Pretty fuckin' convenient, huh?
Fuck am I supposed to do now?
If she's gone, I'm at a dead end.
That mean whoever shot me is still out there breathing.
I'll find a workaround.
You shoulda thought about that shit
before you called me down here for nothin'.
Next time I want a better update.
[sighs] Well...
Jade looked out.
I don't really got much yet, but once I see a turn on the profit,
I'll get you a cut.
I know where to find you.
[ship's horn blows]
[Effie] "If granted the opportunity
to enroll in your program,
you'll find that I am a resolute, ambitious,
and driven woman, and that my ultimate goal
is to chart a path in robotics that--"
That's wild.
You sound like a whole different person.
Yeah. But it's good, right?
Hell yeah.
Shit.
I can give you some...
descriptive words about Effie Morales
if you want.
Mm, I'm sure you can. [giggles]
Okay, settle down.
[tender, romantic music plays]
Don't leave me.
Where you going?
I missed my interview making sure you didn't die yesterday
so...
this application has to be perfect.
Well, why didn't you say something?
You needed help.
It's cool.
[keyboard keys clacking]
Well, good lookin' out. I appreciate that.
Ah, are you getting soft on me?
-[laughs] -[cell phone vibrates]
Fuck. I gotta dip.
But maybe we can finish this later?
-I'll be here. -Promise?
I will. [giggles]
A'ight.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[music ends]
Monet was talking to Auntie J about us?
-Yep. -And it was good?
Nah, Dru. Why you think she really calling us to the house?
She knows she fucked us up, all right?
She might be changing for good.
So does that mean you're done tryin' to kill her? 'Cause I am.
I'm just real focused on the future right now.
I'm gettin' Noma to make me her number two.
Why the fuck would she do that?
Wow. Thanks for the fuckin' support.
Bro, that bitch stay threatenin' our lives
and you wanna keep workin' wit' her?
That's what you really want?
I'll tell you what I don't want.
I don't wanna spend the rest of my damn life
workin' underneath dumbass Cane.
I'm better than him.
Papi knew it. He saw.
A'ight. Well, I want out.
And as soon as I find a window to tell Noma, I'm doin' it.
[dramatic music plays]
You lost your monkey-ass mind?
Fuck you, Dru.
If it was that easy to get out, you'd already be out.
Noma will kill you for even thinkin' that.
Well, I can say the same about you tryin' to be her number two.
A'ight.
We'll see who gets what they want.
-So you're disbarred. -No. No, not at all.
My license is...
under review.
And while that's happening,
I cannot represent you. But--
What does this mean for my case, Davis?
Well, it means my associate will be taking point on your case.
This is Perla Tanaka
and she'll be representing you for the time being.
I promise I am fully briefed and up to speed on all your issues.
I don't know about this, guys.
Come on, man.
You don't think I'd hire someone who couldn't do the job, do you?
And she's a Hoya.
[scoffs]
I went to Syracuse.
I'm sorry, Davis.
Let me know how this thing sorts out.
[sighs]
-That's more money out the door. -I know.
It'll be a miracle if we survive.
[Davis] I know. [sighs]
I'm gonna go through our contacts,
see if we can't get in front of this
before they all decide to abandon ship.
I like that.
We can get into it later tonight.
[door opens]
-[Perla] Hey, Tariq. -[Tariq] Davis around?
-[grunts] -[Perla] Yeah, he's upstairs.
[groans]
[grunts]
[sighs, moans softly]
Man...
you downsizing?
What do you want, Tariq?
Uh... I came to talk to you about something.
I want back in.
[tense music plays]
Yeah, I need a connect without Noma or Tejadas knowing.
And you're telling me because...? [sighs]
I mean, with all the time you spend defending,
I figure you know a nigga or two.
I do. [sighs]
But he's not like the people you're used to dealing with.
And he's not cheap.
Well, I got that covered.
Good. I'm taking 20 percent. [clears throat]
Hey, that's extortion. Are you crazy?
Right now, nigga...
I might be.
This bitch Noma.
Gonna tell me I'm not needed at work in a fuckin' text?
Any of y'all know anything about this?
I can't even fuckin' believe y'all.
Ma, she said you can come back when you're a hundred percent.
Yeah, she just wants you to rest.
That bitch don't give a shit if I'm rested or not.
And I'm startin' to think y'all want me out the game too.
Yo, Ma, calm down.
Nah, I'm not fuckin' calmin' down, Dru.
You passed out the other day, remember?
And almost fucked up our shit with the Russians.
What if it happens again and nobody's around
-to help like last time? -Please. I got shot up
and now I'm bein' treated like a fuckin' dummy
that don't know how to handle myself?
-This is some bullshit. -[cell phone vibrates]
[message received notification]
-[second phone vibrates] -[message received notification]
Let me guess.
Fuckin' Noma.
Yeah, I gotta go handle somethin' for her.
-Yeah. -You ain't special, nigga.
-I gotta handle shit too. -[Dru] Uh-huh.
[door opens]
-[door closes] -[Diana sighs]
[Diana] Ma, are you okay?
No.
[somber, dramatic music plays]
Mr. Okeke.
You look like shit.
It's been ten hours.
Sure you don't want any caffeine?
You told me I wasn't under arrest.
You're not.
And yet you hold me here all night. I want to go.
You can leave whenever you want, Obi, and I mean that.
But what you do or don't tell me before you leave,
well, that's gonna determine the nature of our next conversation.
I told you already, I don't know any drug organizations
or calls to "shooters."
I don't associate with such people.
Okay. So, why don't we talk about something you do know.
Green cards.
Is there anything you wanna tell me?
I got them the way everyone does.
Hard work and dedication.
Okay, so, Congressman Tate,
he had nothin' to do with speedin' up that process?
'Cause I ran down that paperwork
and it appears he was behind it.
♪ ♪
I should be so lucky to know a congressman at this point.
[chuckles] I get it. I get it.
You know who does know him though?
Tariq St. Patrick.
Who?
Yeah, I bet that's how you're connected to Tate.
'Cause I know you know Tariq.
I'm just wondering how is it that Tariq St. Patrick,
an accused murderer and drug dealer,
has his friend, Congressman TaTe,
doin' favors for you?
Tariq St. Patrick. Hm.
Sorry.
I'm unfamiliar.
"Unfamiliar."
Hm.
♪ ♪
So how do you explain these photos
of you with St. Patrick?
[music darkens]
I wish to make a phone call.
Why?
[scoffs] I'm just fuckin' wit' you.
You can make as many as you like.
You're not under arrest. Yet.
[growling sigh]
[Tariq] Where the fuck we at?
[Davis] Fourth Circle.
[sighs] Named for the greedy bastards who pay top dollar
to bet on the unsanctioned street fighting
you're about to see.
Wait, like a fight club?
Zion grew up in this ring.
I helped him beat a RICO charge a while back
and now, he owns it.
[Tariq] Some Tyler Durden shit.
No weapons, motherfucker.
Yo, scratch this bitch off the list.
My bad, Zo. I shoulda caught him.
-What up, D? -What up, Zo?
So no weapons in a fight club?
[Davis] Absolutely. There's an honor system in place.
Think of it as a gangster's Switzerland.
-Neutral ground. -[grunts]
And the safest place to approach this crazy motherfucker.
-["Field Nigga" plays] -And the winner is...
Damn.
...our undefeated...
champ of Queens.
-[cheering] -["Field Nigga" continues]
Queens get the money, baby!
What the fuck?
What's up wit' your boy?
-See him or what? -He should be in here somewhere.
Knowing him, he's probably in the cut. Posted somewhere.
Ah. Oh. Look alive.
♪ We in the field, my nigga We in the field ♪
♪ Hunt or be hunted Kill or be killed ♪
♪ We in the field, my nigga We in the field ♪
♪ Hunt or be hunted... ♪
Davis motherfuckin' MacLean.
Zion. Long time.
Never long enough.
Place a bet?
I'm here on business, remember?
Let's be 'bout business then.
[man in crowd] Let's go!
[crowd chatter continues]
[crowd cheering]
[music ends]
[tense, dramatic music plays]
That's enough for 12 bricks.
A'ight, we'll take it.
You a cocky motherfucker.
I like that.
Yeah, but 15's the minimum.
[clattering]
And even if I did wanna give you a break,
we full over here.
All my product's accounted for and my men know better
than to pull up lackin' like you just did.
Thought you would too.
Given who your father was.
Respectfully, you don't know who my father was.
I know he knew how to solve a problem
before it became a problem.
What about you?
I find it funny you went and got a white boy just like Ghost did.
Tell me something.
You as crazy as Tommy?
Hey. They eatin' this shit up like some damn pigs, Z.
I'ma definitely need to re-up before I dip today.
Who this?
Oh. Customers.
Grab a drink, get some food.
Wanna test the product? It's on me.
-Roman, take care of 'em. -Bet.
-Always good to see you, D. -Later, Zion.
♪ ♪
The only reason this motherfucker
agreed to meet with us
is your last name.
Like it or not, like him or not,
it helps.
And we both need this to work.
So do whatever it takes
to convince him to give you that product.
Yeah.
[exhales forcefully]
♪ ♪
[music fades]
[chatter nearby]
[phone line rings]
-Hello? -Kene.
[in Igbo]
[ominous, sinister music plays]
A'ight.
[in English] Obi. What's goin' on, man?
What the hell are you doing in my apartment?
Noma sent me.
We got business to handle, so where are you?
You'll have to come get me from the precinct
on 15th Street and 10th Avenue.
Why-why... why are you there?
I'll tell you when you get here.
You'll say nothing to Kene.
Clear?
[sighs] All right. I'm on my way.
So, turns out your brother got caught up at work
and ended up staying overnight.
I'm gonna go meet him at the office.
Thank you for letting me in, Kene.
No, thank you.
If not for your company's kindness
in getting me a green card,
I would still be in Nigeria praying for a miracle.
What... When did you say you got here again?
What do you mean he's in jail?
He hasn't been arrested,
but they held him all fuckin' night.
Can they do that?
I don't find it particularly helpful
to discuss what the NYPD can and cannot do, Dru.
[Dru] Well, how soon can you get there?
I'm tied up at the moment. Um...
Why the fuck is he in there?
Yo, I don't fuckin' know.
But what I do know is they won't hand him over to me.
So what do you suggest?
I'm sending someone now.
[knocking at door]
What?
I know you said don't bother you but I'm about to go to class
and it's time for you to take your pills.
Diana?
Yeah?
When you spoke to Tariq,
did he tell you that I gave Kate Egan Tasha's address?
No.
What did he say?
He just said Tommy got the address from you.
He never mentioned a Kate Egan.
[dramatic music plays]
[cell phone ringing]
[Cassidy] ♪ I'm a hustla ♪
This is for all my niggas
that's goin' through the struggle,
-that's on the grind. -♪ Yeah ♪
What?
I know what time it is, nigga. It'll get done.
[Cassidy] Personality changed, man.
[softly] Shit.
[Cassidy] This for the hood.
♪ I'm a hustla I'm a, I'm a hustla, homie ♪
♪ I got the product, narcotics For the customers, homie ♪
Diana.
Make sure you don't cheat that scale.
♪ If you a hustla, I could I could fuck wit' ya, homie ♪
I wanna go draw.
You can after this one, baby. I promise.
♪ I get 20 a k, I got 20 strips All doing 20 a day, ay ♪
♪ I get cake from buds And haze, I'm making dubs ♪
♪ They hatin' 'cause I'm on the Grind like I'm makin' love ♪
All right. It's good.
♪ Like Jamaican clubs ♪
♪ Cop weight Wait for a drought... ♪
Wait.
["I'm a Hustla" by Cassidy continues]
There's something else I need to teach you.
Look, if... if anybody at school or in the neighborhood
asks you questions about what goes on in this house,
you can't tell them.
Do you understand?
Lock up your posture.
And look at me.
Right in the eyes.
You say... whatever you gotta say
to keep this family safe.
A'ight?
Dru?
-What'd you do today? -I colored.
Diana, what'd you do today?
I played with my toys.
-Say it louder. -I played with my toys.
Stop fidgeting.
-[music ends] -[Diana] Ma.
Ma.
Who's Kate Egan?
Nobody.
Okay.
You need anything else?
No.
[tense, ominous music plays]
[music ends]
We gotta figure out how we gonna get in with this nigga Zion, B.
Wait, you wanna move weight for Mr. Def Jam: Fight for NY?
I mean, unless you have a whole entire list
of suppliers that we can work with,
sounds like this is our only option.
Davis doesn't know anybody else?
Davis knows the entire fuckin' city for the right price
but we don't have that right now.
That means we need to get rid of Zion's men so we can sell.
Bro, we don't even know how we're gonna move the product yet
and you wanna lock in on a supplier that deals in bulk
and has a fight club for fuckin' shits and giggles?
I don't know, Riq. I kinda like my face.
I kinda got a young George Clooney thing
-going on right now. -B, B, B, listen, please.
Where we start is not gonna be where we finish, all right?
But we need to start.
And that means not having Noma and the Tejadas for insulation
means we have to take risks, bro.
-That's the only way. -Okay, listen.
-We gotta take risks. -I know. I totally hear you.
But I'm saying we just gotta be smart right now, okay?
And taking someone out for that spot
doesn't really keep us in the clear.
Why the fuck you sound so damn scary, bro?
Bro, I'm not scared! I'm just saying,
-we gotta make the right moves. -Okay, mastermind.
Come up with a fuckin' plan right now then.
Shit! Becca needs me.
Bro, I'll hit you later, all right?
This interrogation was a violation
of my client's due process, detective.
Do you really want us to hit the NYPD with a discrimination suit?
Discrimination?
Do you even know who you're protecting?
We'll see how you feel when I file a motion
for you to appear in court.
File it. By the time it's processed,
I'll have cells ready for the entire organization.
Good luck explaining to CNN
how you detained a Nigerian immigrant,
against his will, with no charges.
That's cute.
They're all so cute.
Mr. Okeke, enjoy your freedom.
While you still have it.
Let's get you outta here.
[dramatic music plays]
[music fades]
I'll leave you to it.
Thirsty-ass nigga, man.
How the fuck did you even get arrested?
No wahala. It doesn't matter.
The hell it doesn't. We gotta warn Noma.
You will say nothing of this.
Oh, my nigga, I'm not about to lie to her, all right?
She has to know the cops are lookin'--
Listen to me.
The detective is as perceptive as he is Black.
He thinks I run a drug empire.
So we will let him think so.
He knows nothing of who she is.
I think that if each of them knows nothing of the other one,
it works in both our favor.
[laughs wryly]
[sirens wailing nearby]
Fine.
But no more using me like I'm some kind of corner boy,
makin' me do the shit that you don't wanna do.
My word.
And I wanna move up.
["Level Up" by MUSZETTE plays, loudly]
Becca, what the fuck?
You did realize that our name
isn't on the building anymore, right?
Because everybody else did.
And now the idiots down at Housing
say I have to find a new place to live
so the next rich fucks with their name on the building
can move in.
-Are you high? -Yeah, no shit.
Not that it matters, but it's just a little coke.
Becca! I'm really sorry about what's going on
but do you think you could turn the music--
-It's not quiet hours! -Okay, we're on our way out.
What the fuck are you doing?
Look, maybe... maybe it's not such a bad idea
to get out of here, right?
Wouldn't wanna get kidnapped by my psycho roommate again.
I told you I was sorry about that.
Whatever. Look, do you have any cash?
I don't feel like getting the third degree from Dad.
I'm a little strapped right now but I could--
-What? -I'm a little strapped right now
but I could help you carry some of these things if you'd like.
Oh, thank you so much.
["Levels Up" continues]
♪ This is what you want ♪
[music ends]
[Noma] And where have you been?
[Obi] I was...
apprehended.
By ICE.
They held me and questioned my status.
-It was... -What, for 24 hours?
I've been calling you all day.
I decided to drop my burner phone
before I got in the van.
I figured it was better to not have a way
to track this back to you.
I'd like to say it won't happen again
but who knows in this god-awful country?
[tense music plays]
Dru, is this true?
Yes.
I picked him up out of custody earlier.
After meeting his brother and finding out
that we got him the green cards,
I just wanted to make sure
that Obi got here safely.
We got Obi here safely.
What do you mean "we" helped?
What the fuck are you doing?
What? Your brother had mentioned
that one of us reached out to Rashad Tate.
About the green cards.
And it- it wasn't me and I know it wasn't Cane.
Nope.
Tariq and Tate are pretty close though.
Obi?
Did Tariq help you and your brother get green cards?
[music intensifies]
And did you... return that kindness
by helping him escape execution?
You said it yourself, the boy is brilliant.
What use is he to us if he's dead?
You make an excellent point.
I mean, as much as I hate Tariq,
we do have use for him.
You, on the other hand...
It seems the only thing that you've managed
to get right lately is betrayal.
You've lost focus.
See your life?
I never lose focus.
I've been your focus.
[grunts]
You have no idea what I've done to protect you.
Protect u-- [gurgling gasps]
There is no us, sweetheart.
[grunting]
[in Igbo]
[raspy breath]
[gasping, growling]
[labored breathing]
[thud]
[clattering]
Clean this up.
Good work.
[music fades]
So lead for the people or lead for yourself.
Actually a very complex idea.
I'd like you all to think about the advantages
and disadvantages of autocracy
and be prepared to discuss for our next class.
Okay?
I have to leave now, but thank you.
Excellent. Excellent work.
[dramatic music plays]
[sighs] Yo, Effie?
What's up with this? You doing some new marketing?
Fuck no.
Where'd you get that?
I mean, I seen a few around campus.
Saw these logos. I didn't really recognize 'em.
I figured I'd holla at you, see if this was you.
Tariq, you better not be fucking wit' me.
Why the fuck would I be fuckin' wit' you, huh?
Look, I'm just letting you know that you might have
some new competition around here. That's it.
So you have a lookout.
[music fades]
[crowd chatter]
Yo! Really?
Come pick up my phone, dumbass.
Don't worry, girl. I got you now.
What the fu...
-Girl, you're pregnant? -Yeah, I am.
I mean... do you wanna talk about it?
I honestly don't even know what I'ma do yet.
Do you really think you're gonna be able to balance
Stansfield and having a kid?
Graduating from here is important to me, Bru.
Once I finish, I'll be able to do whatever else I want
and I ain't never had that choice before.
-I mean, I feel you. -Look, Bru.
You are the only person who knows, a'ight?
And I need to keep it that way.
Okay. I got you, for real.
Can I ask you something?
Ask wisely.
I don't do stupid questions.
What's up with you not letting Monet come back to work?
You know, I'm starting to wonder
if there's some unnatural connection
between you and Monet.
And what is that supposed to mean?
Well, do you wanna work for mummy your whole entire life?
Or can you let the tit go, hm?
I'm here helping you yet again
because your number two was grimy.
Now, if you ask me, I think it's time for you
to make some fuckin' upgrades around here.
And you think you're qualified to step up?
Or are you asking on behalf of Mommy dearest?
You wouldn't have half this shit
if it wasn't for me puttin' in work.
Excuse me. Don't get it twisted.
Hell nah.
[dramatic music plays]
[door opens]
[clears throat]
Well? What is it?
I have something you should see.
[music fades]
Ooh!
The fuck you doin' in here, Janet?
[sighs] Girl...
I would have to nurse an Obama
to be able to afford something like this.
-Look at this. -Yeah, yeah.
That shit is $30,000,
it's Louis Vuitton, and it's mink.
So take it off before you fuck it up, please.
Relax.
Come on.
We are long past the days
of us dressing alike, huh?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
[sighs]
It's beautiful.
Here.
Wha...
Wait a minute. Are... Are you serious?
Of course.
-You earned it. -Monet.
-Puttin' up wit' me. -I did earn it.
You know, God is good.
Yes, yeah, you talk too fuckin' much.
-Let's go. We... We gotta go. -Okay-kay-kay. But God is good!
[dramatic music plays]
[Noma] And you're sure about this?
Found 'em on campus.
I know who these belong to.
His name's Roman but he's no fuckin' threat.
Then why the fuck is he selling on my territory?
I can't tolerate this disrespect.
Take him off the board.
And discreetly. We don't need any unwanted attention.
[Anya] Hello?!
[footsteps approaching]
Sweetheart!
Sweetheart, you're here.
You can't just send me away every time you feel like it.
Like, I'm 19 now. I have a life.
Who are they?
[Noma] Never mind that. Let's have lunch.
Why don't you go and get cleaned up
and then we'll get the chef to whip you up anything you like.
Anything.
[Anya sighs]
[tense music plays]
[music ends]
[train clacking]
Oh, shit. Cane Tejada.
Bro, whatever it is, I ain't do that shit.
Relax, nigga. Byrd, right?
You know who I am?
I found your man Roman's shit somewhere it don't belong.
So I'm trying to figure out how that happened before I start
jumping to conclusions.
Bro, on my mama, I don't know nothin' about that shit.
My girl just had her baby
and I ain't tryin' to fuck this shit up.
Congrats on the baby.
So you're tellin' me you don't know shit
about who dealing at Stansfield?
Bro, who is Stansfield?
Just tell me when and where Roman's next re-up is.
I'll handle this shit myself.
[dramatic music plays, fades]
-♪ Back to reality... ♪ -[Janet sighs contentedly]
Remember this?
Girl, we used to put on those talent shows in the backyard
when we were kids.
[sighs] Monet!
We used to tear this song up!
Look, I wanna talk about somethin' else.
Of course you do.
I think... I think Diana lied to me today.
I just can't figure out why.
You serious?
Monet, you... you can't figure out
why those kids you raised would lie to you?
-Oh, come on, J. -I'm just saying.
I taught them the importance of loyalty to family, but I had to
and I just never thought this shit would be used against me.
Monet, it doesn't matter what you taught them.
All kids lie.
I remember you used to lie to your parents all the time.
Or have you forgotten how you got pregnant?
But... before all the lies
and the choices,
I remember a girl who
liked to have fun.
A girl who had big dreams.
Who'd defend them to anybody
who had something to say about it.
Okay?
-[clinking] -[exclaims]
Well, that girl died the minute they took Zeke away from me.
["Back to Life" by Soul II Soul continues]
[grunts softly]
She didn't die. She did not die.
No. She may be buried under all of those hard life choices,
but she's in there.
And I bet yo' kids would like to meet her.
-[laughing] -Yo' ass is lit.
Thought you was done with all this,
-Sister Mary Clarence. -What?
First of all, God did not turn water into wine
for them to just sit there and look at it.
That's not what he intended.
Plus, after dealing with your butt all week,
shit, I might drink the whole damn bottle.
-[laughing] Hey! -[chuckling]
Can I get one more? And can you look at my girl here, please?
And turn on some Prince!
[heavy, ominous instrumentals play]
[music ends]
♪ Fuck around They gon' kill something ♪
-♪ Kill something ♪ -[grunts]
♪ Fuck around They gon' kill something ♪
-♪ Kill something ♪ -[grunts]
♪ Fuck around Gon' kill something ♪
-♪ Kill something ♪ -[grunts]
♪ Fuck around They gon' kill something ♪
-♪ Kill something ♪ -[grunting]
♪ Rent's due And them bills coming ♪
♪ Ops near And they still duckin' ♪
♪ Wolves out And they still huntin' ♪
♪ Emotionless I don't feel nothin' ♪
♪ Fuck around They gon' kill something ♪
[whooshing boom]
♪ Fuck around They gon' kill something ♪
-♪ Kill something ♪ -[grunts]
♪ In these streets I'm a hustler ♪
♪ Play with me They gon' touch you ♪
♪ Go Flipmode like Busta ♪
♪ Then slide on 'em like Usher ♪
♪ Fuck around They gon' kill something ♪
-♪ Kill something ♪ -[grunts]
♪ Fuck around They gon' kill something ♪
-[music continues] -[thunderous boom]
Fuck!
Goddamnit!
[music ends]
So Kamaal, cop to cop, what can you tell us about St. Patrick
that's not in the original file?
Tariq has a way of manipulating the people that are around him
into doing whatever he needs them to.
Manipulate people like your brother?
We know Congressman Tate has ties to St. Patrick.
Listen, if my brother does something for somebody,
trust and believe he's gon' get something in return.
Did St. Patrick ask Tate to get green cards
for a man named Obi Okeke?
I don't know anything about green cards.
Nothing? We think Okeke might be linked
to St. Patrick's supplier.
I'm not Councilman Tate. I'd tell you if I knew.
Did your task force ever find out who was supplying him?
-We never nailed that down. -How hard did you try?
Why are you bein' so bitchy? I'm tryin' to help here.
We got a hit on a van in the Bronx.
FD says it's drug transport.
Lot of product up in flames.
They think it might be intentional.
So there's a drug war poppin' off.
Maybe.
-You wanna check it out? -Yeah, I'll be right there.
Hold up. You're tellin' me that your task force has jurisdiction
over any drug activity in the city?
Dealers don't respect borough boundaries, why should we?
Thanks for coming in, Detective Tate.
If we have any more information or files--
You- you know, I think I can help you with this.
Eh, I think you got, uh, too many personal ties to this.
You might be compromised or obsessive.
All due respect... All due respect,
I just wanna finish what I started.
This guy. Look, I get the feeling you're gonna follow me
-regardless of what I say. -Pretty much.
So I'll do the driving. We can talk further on the way.
Boss, you know we can't let his dumb ass hang around.
I know. I know. We'll get something from him.
[chatter nearby]
[sirens wailing in distance]
What we got, Ed?
Somebody found the truck after hearing gunshots nearby.
Whole shipment got fried.
Whoever's product this was is gonna be pissed.
-This feels targeted. -I actually agree with her.
Think we need to run the plates.
See if we get any hits.
Two steps ahead of you, brother.
All right. Text me that address.
We'll meet you there.
[dramatic music plays]
[Roman] Yo, what up?
[music fades]
Wait, wait, wait. Hold up. Hold up. Hold up. Hold up.
Fuck you mean you didn't see who did it?
That's 300 Gs down the fuckin' drain.
I know you motherfuckers ain't got it.
Roman Price?
[music resumes]
-Shit! -Stop!
Police!
NYPD!
[car horns honking]
[groaning]
[siren wailing]
[grunting]
[groans]
Get on the fuckin' ground!
Yo, yo, yo, yo. Get off me, man! I ain't do nothin'!
Yeah? Then why the fuck did you run?
[groans]
Let's start by talkin' about your torched drug shipment.
[music ends]
[Brayden] I don't know, bro.
I've never seen Becca like this before.
I mean, the sorority she wanted to pledge
acts like she doesn't even exist anymore.
You know, I felt like shit seeing her flame out like that
and not being able to do anything about it.
Bro, are you even listening to me?
Yeah. I mean, look,
I feel bad for Becca and shit. I'm sorry.
But some rich girls not fucking wit' her right now is...
it's not the fuckin' end of the world, B.
We gotta figure out how we can pay this nigga Zion
now that he opened a slot for us.
[person] Shh!
Wait. When'd that happen?
Well, I faked a trail leading back to that Roman kid
at the fight club.
Effie took care of the rest.
We're fucking with Effie now?
No, no. It's just...
You know, I'm doing what the fuck I gotta do.
-You know I am. -Whatever. Fuck it.
The only problem we got right now is we gotta figure out
how to get 50 more bands so we can take Roman's spot.
Just figure out how the fuck we gonna move this product
without Noma figuring it out.
Me?
Riq, what the fuck?
[person] Shh!
You "shh"!
I don't even go here anymore.
-[helicopter blades whirring] -[siren wailing]
[tapping on window]
[inhales sharply]
Never thought I'd be saying this again but...
let's go get these bricks.
Listen, I'm short 50k.
I'll front you the money.
[Tariq chuckling]
Do you know how crazy you sound saying that shit right now?
-Are you serious? -Yeah. I'm dead serious.
My soon-to-be-ex-wife is taking half my shit
and that bitch Jenny Sullivan, she's taking the rest.
This is the only play that makes sense right now.
Tell me something.
I know why I'm doing this...
but why are you?
I just couldn't do it.
I cannot live that life without the choice being mine.
-I can't. -Makes sense.
Feels like these motherfuckers made that decision for me.
Dru, Noma, Cane.
All of these motherfuckers, they have to get it.
They gotta get what's comin' to them
and I'm not gonna rest until that happens.
I'm tellin' you that.
Sounds like Detective Carter
couldn't make anything stick on Noma's boy
down at the station.
He's hungry as fuck, Tariq.
And it won't be long before he finds another way in.
He was definitely hungry.
I could see it in his face when I was speaking to him.
He's gonna be a problem, but...
right now what I'm worried about is making sure
Noma doesn't find out what the fuck we have going on.
I think you could be a big help in that
and get paid while you at it.
I'm listening.
[Cane] Where did you say you find this at again?
On campus.
I told you that.
Right.
But shit ain't really addin' up, Effie.
Where specifically?
Because my guy just got back to me
and he never heard of Roman dealing at Stansfield.
[tense music plays]
What the fuck, Cane?
You don't hear me talking to you?
Can we table this until I'm finished with my application?
Noma said take Roman off the table,
that's exactly what you did.
Job done.
You right.
You're right. I'm just saying.
I got a feeling. I mean, I feel like...
How do I know you and Tariq ain't tryin' to run a long game?
Because that makes no fucking sense.
Why would I mess up my own exit strategy?
Especially when you out here fuckin' on our boss
like that's a good idea.
What the fuck are you talkin' about?
Do you think I'm fucking stupid?
Nigga, I saw you.
[inhales sharply] What did it for you?
Was it when she threatened to kill us
or when she stood up to Monet?
I don't know. If you jealous, just say that.
Nigga, you wish.
I just think it's funny how you're accusing me of stuff
but you out here fuckin' our bottom line.
Never shoulda missed my interview helping you.
Look. I don't have robot shit takin' me outta New York.
You know? I'm thinking about my long game too.
Great.
Well, I have robot shit to do.
All right.
[door slams]
♪ ♪
-[music fades] -[door closes]
You have a visitor, miss.
Nice place.
Although, you didn't really strike me
as the throw pillow type.
How can I help you, Mr. MacLean?
Oh, right to it. Okay, well,
I've, uh, prepared documentation
regarding Obi and Kene Okeke.
-Documentation? -Yes.
What is it you think you know about Obi?
I know my associate has been unable to reach him
since he was questioned by Detective Carter.
-Hm. -Those documents,
those documents show the brothers traveled to Dubai
where they run no risk of extradition.
You know, just in case the authorities should ask.
Why are you telling me this?
It's my job to close loops like this
for people like you.
-People like me? -Yeah.
Who am I, Mr. MacLean?
You're a businesswoman...
[tense music resumes]
...with a target on her back.
And I can do other things for you as well.
For a price, of course.
Which I'd be happy to discuss over drinks.
You're a cheeky motherfucker, aren't you?
Depends.
You like cheeky motherfuckers?
Rain check.
But obviously I... I know where to find you.
♪ ♪
[softly] Yeah.
[music fades]
♪ When they worked it out And stayed ♪
♪ And they really Were about it ♪
-♪ And they never ran away ♪ -Never ran away!
♪ That's that old-school love ♪
Come on. Yeah.
♪ That old-school love ♪
Hey. One time.
♪ That's that old-school love ♪
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. Hold on. Hold on.
Yo, that was crazy!
Yeah, that sounded, like, really good.
This shit 'bout to go crazy.
-Yeah! -Yeah, that was dope.
Damn, girl. How you already got a groupie?
Hey.
-Be careful. -Y'all are too much.
All right, come on.
Yo. You know that's how all groups break up, right?
-[King] Yeah. -Uh-huh,
but you still gotta pay, Walter White.
Relax, Destiny's Child.
Sorry for interrupting.
It's all good.
You okay?
Yeah. Just...
a lot of shit's out of control in my life right now
and I just... I feel like a fuck-up, you know?
[sniffs loudly]
Sounds like you could use it.
Mr. Fuck-up.
[sniffs loudly]
You feel better?
Yeah.
[door closes]
You can't be that persistent.
Fuck.
Why are you here so late?
Took care of that threat from earlier.
Didn't need to come here to tell me that.
But, um...
thought about what you said earlier.
About what I want.
[dramatic hip-hop music plays]
I think we make a great team.
So we're a team now, hm?
Hell yeah.
[moans]
♪ ♪
♪ I just don't get it I can't fuck wit' it ♪
♪ I'll keep on winnin' ♪
♪ This just too bad Too bad ♪
♪ I'm 'bout to get on your head Like a muhfuckin' durag ♪
♪ And shittin' on you Ain't enough ♪
♪ I just pulled up to yo' Shawty crib in a blue Jag ♪
♪ Not empty-handed, of course ♪
♪ She DM'd a year ago Talkin' a new bag ♪
♪ Gave her that with Kylie Jenner little shit in it... ♪
Why the fuck you starin' so hard?
Bro, I can't help it. She's so fire. There's just...
somethin' about her.
-How'd it go with Davis? -It went a'ight.
We got product, now we just gotta figure out
how we gon' move it.
That's why I told you to come here.
This, bro. This is how we move it.
You mean as a music groupie? This is what you came up with?
Bro, look at that merch table over there.
They've been selling all night. People really fuck with them.
I mean, I'm sure the shit is movin'
but I don't think stockin' a table full of product
in the middle of the school makes sense, B.
If we can convince enough people that this group is up next,
we can throw parties all over the tristate area.
♪ And lately I'm feedin' The fire... ♪
Makes sense. Make it the place to be every week.
Right. Product, entertainment. Drives demand.
Only thing is, we gonna have to filter this shit out.
We need a portal or some shit like Course Correct,
like No Cap All Frap. You know?
Right. So maybe it's there waiting for 'em
when they get there.
-Yeah, I don't know. Fuck. -[cell phone vibrates]
All right, we'll chop it up about this later.
-I gotta take this call. -All right, bet.
Yo, Pinky.
[Pinky] I'm sending you a clip from a Ring camera.
[Monet] Now look, I got somethin' to say to y'all.
-What up? What up? -Look good?
Where the fuck you been?
Puttin' in work.
Think that shit with Obi you did made you look real big, huh?
Get off me. You don't know how to take a fuckin' L, do you?
Yeah, I don't take no Ls, and I never take orders
-from you, baby bro. -Y'all, y'all, kill that noise.
Tonight is J's last night.
Yeah, I can't believe you're leavin' already.
Well, I gotta get back to my life.
Plus, everything here seems to be settling itself.
[Cane] Mm.
Thanks to Jehovah.
Cane, say grace.
[laughing boisterously]
This demon does not know how to say grace.
-Fuckin'-- Get off my shoul-- -All right, enough!
[Pinky] I found something in Kate Egan's
Ring camera footage. Check your messages.
[cell phone vibrates]
Yo, what the fuck? Did you send this to Monet already?
[cell phone vibrates]
So, Ma, come on, man. What's up with this big news?
I'm gettin' ready to launch my own business.
What kind of business?
What kind you think, boy?
But listen, I want y'all to come back and work for me.
Not as soldiers...
but as partners.
What do y'all have to say about that?
I got you.
Thanks, D.
But I'm out as soon as we turn a profit.
I can work with that.
Cane? Dru?
Yeah, I don't know, Ma.
Workin' for Noma hasn't been so bad.
Yeah, I'm... I'm good over here.
-[cell phone vibrates] -Noma been treatin' me good.
[dark, foreboding music plays]
[solemn melody overlaps]
Ma, what's wrong?
Diana...
what the fuck did you do?
What the hell you talkin' 'bout, Ma?
[music growing tense]
What the fuck is this?
That's your fuckin' stupid-ass sister
giving Tommy's mother Tasha's address.
Ain't it, Diana?
Wait, Ma. Please let me explain.
Explain how you fuckin' lied about Kate Egan?
And how you told the bitch it was me?
What the fuck are you trying to do here?
-Ma, I tried to stop it. -Diana. Come on.
I was never gonna let it happen. Look--
You know what? Fuck y'all.
I shoulda never had y'all little stupid motherfuckers.
-Ma, you took our father-- -Stop!
Monet! Monet. Monet. Monet! Monet.
-Back. Back! -Let's go.
-I'm sorry! -Come on!
Stop! Stop!
-Dru, you knew about this shit? -Dru!
-Fuck both of y'all. -Dru!
These little motherfuckers set me up.
-[Janet] Cane, get back here! -[Diana] Go!
Go, Dru! Go.
[tires squealing]
♪ ♪
Go.
[panting]
[tense, echoing rhythm layers over ominous music]
[shrill, piercing scream]
[music cuts off abruptly]
["Lookout" by B Che plays]
[man] B Che, we did it.
♪ Look out, look out ♪
♪ Gotta watch Over your shoulder ♪
♪ 'Cause they wanna Take your spot ♪
-♪ So you better ♪ -♪ Look out, look out ♪
♪ Always ridin' with the gang In them trenches ♪
♪ 'Cause we all we got ♪
-♪ So you better ♪ -♪ Look out, look out ♪
♪ Nope, I ain't been to sleep Up 'bout seven days a week ♪
♪ Either you starve Or you eat ♪
♪ Yeah, when that pack in I'm gon' move it ♪
♪ Drop off, don't you lose it ♪
♪ Everybody wanna be the boss ♪
♪ Cross me, then your life Gon' lose it ♪
♪ I can't trust them, no Ask me, I don't know ♪
♪ I plead the fifth, better Think before you cross me ♪
♪ Know I keep it on me ♪
♪ Look out, look out ♪
♪ Gotta watch over Your shoulder ♪
♪ 'Cause they wanna Take your spot ♪
-♪ So you better ♪ -♪ Look out, look out ♪
♪ Always ridin' with the gang In them trenches ♪
♪ 'Cause we all we got ♪
-♪ So you better ♪ -♪ Look out, look out ♪
♪ Gotta watch over Your shoulder ♪
♪ 'Cause they wanna Take your spot ♪
-♪ So you better ♪ -♪ Look out, look out ♪
♪ Always ridin' with the gang In them trenches ♪
♪ 'Cause we all we got ♪
♪ So you better ♪
♪ Ain't no love here Ain't no trust here ♪
♪ When you on that block ♪
♪ You better tuck yo' chain 'round here ♪
[music fades, ends]
[dramatic musical flourish]
[triumphant musical flourish]