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Previously on Ghost...
I saw you macking on that other chick too, man.
She moving weight for you?
What? Fuck no.
Dude, it's cool. I just... I can help.
What's up, Scott?
Don't you have anything
we can actually have fun with, Macklemore?
Nah, man. I'm all out.
You're always fucking out, bro.
Dude, I told you, we could make fucking bank here.
If you had an accomplice,
you have to tell me who it is.
- They might expose you. - That won't happen.
Is it your son?
- Tameika, you're fired. - What?
- Tasha, you will lose your deal. - Get out!
Your mother was supposed to take that sweet-ass deal
that Tameika and I got for her.
Wait, so that deal was you?
I signed a waiver so that she could represent your mom.
It was handled.
She knew where to find the body,
but she did not commit that murder.
She's not physically capable.
So it is reasonable to assume
that maybe she ordered the hit to shut him up?
- Yes, but... - That's all, Your Honor.
Whatever happens in our house, it stays in our house.
Stansfield got me keeping Zeke in school
so he could play ball, and that's what Monet wants.
Me and you, we on the same team, nigga.
And then we had sex
in his office.
How can I fix this?
When you have to be with him, only talk about work.
Never be alone together...
and never close the door.
Your mom is Monet, and your father is...
Lorenzo Tejada.
What's he in there for?
What you think?
How can you stay with a guy who's inside for life?
You know what Lorenzo's name get me in these streets?
Protection.
You have a way of talking to your father?
Why?
Tariq's mom needs a friend inside.
He asked if I can get her a morning-after pill.
Hmm.
I can work with that.
What can you find out for me
on a kid named Tariq St. Patrick?
Hit it!
Hey, uh, y'all are cool if I settle up next week, right?
Where's my money at, huh?
- Where's my money? Where's my money? - Right here.
What the fuck is this?
It's all I got! I swear!
I'll get the rest to you by next week.
Next week.
You think we wait, giving you till next week, huh?
Yo, this nigga's un-fucking-reliable...
Yo! Yo, yo, yo, yo. It's good. It's good.
- It's good. - Stupid!
Go ahead. Go ahead.
My nigga, you got until Friday.
Or I ain't stopping him next time.
Forty fucking dollars? Come on, man!
_
Oh, well, you got soft-ass knuckles.
What took y'all so damn long?
Oh, what you mean?
Between all the chatting up and beating down,
it's not like we're collecting; this shit takes time.
Baby bro, you gotta put in time with all the people, okay?
That's how this works.
Everything the sun touches is ours.
If you don't get that Lion King shit the fuck up outta here...
I'm just saying, though.
You gotta make sure everybody in the kingdom feels the love.
You're dumb, just so you know.
Fuck!
Looks like your loving didn't work.
Yo, these GTG niggas are bugging.
Let me see that shit.
Wow.
Wow, they stay doing that dumb shit.
It's like they want the cops all up in their business.
And ours too.
Run that shit back. What's Lil' Guap even saying?
Who cares, nigga?
You about to write this shit down?
- Let's go. - What-what you gonna do?
I'm about to go tell these niggas real politely
that they fucking with our money.
You gotta tell Ma.
Tell me what?
Y'all got ten seconds to tell me
what the fuck is going on in here.
Look, it's GTG celebrating.
Oh, fuck these little niggas.
Exactly. It's on.
Way to go, Diana.
_
I'm not gonna allow you to let me go out there
with my ass hanging out again, Tasha!
You need to stop lying to us right now.
I'm not lying!
And Saxe knows damn well I didn't kill Terry Silver.
Terry loved me.
He wanted me to turn on Ghost.
He was trying to save me, and Ghost killed him.
Then how did you know where to find Silver's body?
I know the man I married. I guessed.
Even if that was the truth,
Saxe made it look like you were involved.
If the judge bought it, so will the jury.
But that's not what happened.
It's not the truth that matters!
It's what we can sell to a jury.
Okay, fine. Then put me on the stand.
No. Absolutely not.
With your lying ass?
No, if you let me get on the stand
and-and tell my side of the story,
the jury will believe me.
You get other women, other mothers on the stand,
they'll understand.
I'm stronger than any bullshit Saxe will try to come up with.
Okay.
What? No!
We'll play it your way. We'll put you on the stand.
Thank you.
Have you lost your mind?
She hasn't been straight with us from the beginning.
If she testifies, we have no idea
what could happen to her on cross.
- She cannot take the stand. - I know that.
But our client doesn't.
Correct me if I'm wrong, Mr. St. Patrick,
but they have clocks in the freshmen dorms, right?
Yes, sir, they do.
And you've heard the phrase
"punctuality is a virtue"?
"Of the bored".
I'm sorry?
"Punctuality is a virtue of the bored", sir.
Evelyn Waugh.
Well, then I trust you're late because you actually bothered
to finish the book this time.
Yes, The Apology. I finished it, sir.
Good. Well, then we can begin with you.
What do we learn about virtue from Socrates' actions
in front of the Athenian court?
Nothing.
I feel like Socrates was very stupid
to not defend himself, actually.
Uh, I see.
Your remedial analysis shouldn't surprise me.
It's why I told Professor Milgram
Canonical Studies was too advanced for you.
This proves my point. Okay, let's move on.
I read the book.
And I understand it.
I just didn't find any virtue in Socrates' actions.
He chose to make a mockery of the-of the courtroom,
of his peers,
to condescend to the jury
and forget of those accusations levied against him.
That's why he died. You find that virtuous?
Socrates was making a point about the invalidity
of the accusations against him, okay?
I-is there no room...
Socrates was a victim of his own hubris.
Some men believe that their status grants them immunity
from the rest of us, like they're above the law.
Men like that meet their end.
So thousands of years
of scholarship on Socrates is all incorrect
in your opinion?
Including my own.
Look, virtue is in the eye of the beholder.
Okay, someone that thinks they're so much smarter
than another is blind.
I mean, even a scholar could be wrong.
Well, it's original.
I'm sure it'll make for a very interesting paper.
Okay, let's go to page 25, please.
Yo, is this nigga trying to fail?
I don't know what he's doing.
Why the fuck he try to embarrass me
with that stupid-ass "do they have clocks" bullshit?
That nigga just gonna fail me.
Look, this is college, Tariq.
If you want to pass, sit down, shut up,
and say what he wants to hear.
You want me to act like I agree even if I don't?
No, you don't have to agree,
but coming for him isn't gonna do you any favors.
You need to play the game, especially with Simmons.
But he was wrong.
You want me to just let him win?
Is winning that important to you?
You know, you're a lot like my brother,
always needing to win.
But when the pressure got too much, he ended up in rehab.
Damn. I'm sorry to hear that.
It's okay.
But you need to let the people
who want to help you help you.
Like me.
Yeah, maybe I will, but right now, I gotta go.
_
Looks like you dropped something.
How'd you get it?
A friend.
Are you a friend of mine, Laila?
Why you want a friend at MCC?
Don't nobody stay here past their trial.
It seems dumb to make a friend at a bus stop.
But it's clear you've been here before,
and you know Marshal Meredith, and I hope you know
whoever made you want that morning-after pill.
COs ain't friends.
And he ain't a bad way to pass the time.
See, that's what I mean.
You know how to move in here.
By the looks of it, so do you.
What's your name again?
Tasha. Tasha Green.
Hey, Marshal?
You got anything else for me to do today?
I got another job to get to.
Nah, thanks, Bishop. You can go.
Green? I thought I heard St. Patrick.
Yeah, well, that name follows me around
whether I like it or not.
We cut him off.
_
Yo, boss, you busy?
Nope.
'Cause they were losing anyway.
Peace.
- Ricky. - _
_
Want a beer?
Got another job today.
Good for you.
Did you do what I asked?
Yeah, yeah, I put the phone and the pill in her cell.
But she didn't take the pill.
I mean, I couldn't really see, but I think she gave it away.
- She gave away the pill? - Yeah. Look.
So she's not fucking a CO.
Would you look at that?
I gotta take this.
A'ight.
Hey, baby, is this an emergency?
We didn't schedule a call.
We got a problem.
Lil' Guap and his boys keep posting on the Internet.
They're gonna get us all roped up.
_
- He's harmless. - Yeah, until one of our names
is in their mouths when they looking at time.
We gotta cut these niggas off now.
Mo, Mo, listen.
You know I can't do that.
Lil' Guap's father took a bullet for me.
Send Dru to talk to him.
Dru ain't gonna convince Guap of nothing.
- But Cane can handle it. - I didn't say Cane.
I said Dru.
Call me when it's done.
Hey, yo.
So?
What did Pops say?
Dru's gonna handle it.
- Dru? - They not gonna listen to me.
But you bet your ass Lil' Guap and his homeboys will listen to me.
I said Dru's gonna handle it.
Diana and I have Zeke's game tomorrow.
You can go then.
A'ight.
Cane, I want you to go with your brother
and watch his back.
But I don't want him to see you or even know you're there.
You understand?
Your father wants him to learn how to do this himself.
Am I clear?
Yeah, I got you, Ma.
I think that paper due the day after tomorrow.
You think?
Bro, I have a paper due the same exact day.
Yeah, I forgot. I've been busy.
I don't got time to write two papers.
I got a game tomorrow. I can't write the paper then.
All right, man, fine. I got you.
You my mans. I owe you, 'Riq.
Yeah, matter of fact, you could get me now.
I gotta talk to your Auntie Monet.
About?
Permission.
I wanted to ask her for permission to date Diana.
I know Diana wouldn't go against Monet's word...
Monet don't let Diana date.
And after dinner at her house the other night,
she wants me to keep fam
separate from my school life, so...
Hmm. School life means me.
Hey, you and me, we good, but...
Monet's word is law.
I'm on fire!
Where are you taking me? I want my lawyer.
Oh, you'll see him.
You got a court appearance today.
Court appearance?
He didn't tell me anything about that.
If it's last-minute, that ain't good.
Bye, buddy.
Paula, what the hell is going on?
I wasn't prepared for court today.
I can't show up looking like this.
You're right about that.
Who are they?
Them?
They're here to make you look innocent
or what the jury will think looks innocent.
What is this hearing about?
All rise.
The court of the Eastern District of New York
Criminal Division is now in session.
The Honorable Judge Burton presiding.
Everyone seated.
Bailiff, we're ready for the jury.
- Jury? - P-please, hold the jury.
Davis, what the fuck is going on?
Okay, look, this is a mock trial,
a dress rehearsal.
The judge, bailiff, jury,
all of them have signed a nondisclosure agreement.
So anything you say is protected.
Hey, you wanted to tell your side of the story.
Prove to me right here today
that I should put you on the stand.
So you got me dressed up like fucking Black Malibu Barbie
so you could play make believe?
Look, this is set up like a real trial.
Treat it like one.
You're paying these people and the jury by the hour.
Should we get started?
This is a waste of my time and my money.
I know that I can convince a jury
that I'm not a queenpin.
- I already told you that. - Well, tell them.
Bailiff, get the jury.
Unbelievable.
Yo.
- Yo. - A'ight.
Dr. Mehta almost gave me the whole nine.
Urine sample, blood test.
- Man, I fucking hate needles. - That's fucked up.
I mean, you still got the prescription pages,
- though, right? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I took a couple when she was out of the room,
but I could only grab a few.
A few is all we need.
It's not all the way lined up yet,
but I'm working on getting us a new supplier.
Good, 'cause I gotta go out of state
to get these scripts filled; I'm not looking
to kick it in Connecticut in my fucking free time.
Yeah, that shit is not lit.
But you know how to write the prescriptions, though,
like the coding and all of that shit, right?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, my sister has had an Addy scrip
since she was, like, fucking 12,
so got that shit memorized.
- You coming with? - Nah, I gotta stay back.
You know, distract Scott so we don't have no competition.
You feel me? But yo, make sure you go
to, like, mom-and-pop pharmacies.
They don't call or ask questions.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got you. I got you.
No CVSes too.
This ain't my first fucking rodeo.
- A'ight, bro. Hit me, bro. - A'ight. Peace.
You admitted in open court
that you asked Tommy Egan to kill your husband for you.
I did say that.
And it's true.
He was the only person I could trust
to get me away from James for good.
I'm not proud of what I did.
But if I had any other choice...
James was my whole life.
How old were you when you met?
I was 19, a baby,
in accounting school,
still hoping I could have a singing career.
But James wiped all that away.
We got married. We had kids.
And he took me out of Queens
and moved me into the penthouse in Tribeca.
We had everything I could have ever wanted.
Sounds like a fairy tale.
When did things change?
Well...
we got pulled over on the BQE.
I was seven months pregnant with our twins,
Tariq...
... and Raina.
James had a gun in the car.
He told me to hide the gun
because he said that I wouldn't be searched.
I hid the gun in my maternity dress.
- Next to my babies. - You didn't have a choice?
No.
I never had a choice with James.
Not after that moment.
- And I also loved him. - But he cheated on you,
- abused you. - I still loved him.
And that love is why you tolerated his...
his criminal activity?
Yes.
So you don't deny that you knew
about his narcotics trafficking?
Oh, no, I...
I don't deny that I knew.
And I know that there's some evidence
that I opened some bank accounts for him.
Did you launder money for your husband, Ms. Green?
I had the accounting degree.
He made me do it.
He made me do everything.
I don't know why the US Attorney
is saying I was the boss.
James had all the power.
He called all the shots.
Thank you, Ms. Green.
Ma, I'm as good as Zeke.
Why can he go off to college to play ball and I can't?
He's not my son. You're my daughter.
Say I let you go play college ball, then what?
You go pro?
It's not the same for females, D.
They make 75 bands a year if they're lucky.
How does that bullshit help the family?
It's not about the family. It's about my life.
Your life is this family.
What would your brothers do without you?
They don't need me. Daddy wants them to take over.
Yeah, Daddy. Daddy wants a lot of things.
You think Dru can handle them GTG boys by himself?
No.
Dru needs Cane to be the hammer so he can be the nice guy.
Exactly.
Daddy doesn't know them the way you do.
So I sent Cane to watch Dru's back.
We all play our positions, D.
It's my job to know what position you play.
What if you're wrong about people?
I can't afford to be.
And Tariq?
You thought Cane could scare him.
Ma, you were wrong.
Yeah, that was Zeke's mistake for bringing him around.
I had Ramirez look into Tariq.
Anybody who's around that boy for too long
ends up either dead or locked up.
He's helping Zeke with school,
but I don't need him any fucking closer than that.
Do you understand me?
Yes.
You good, Zeke?
I'm chilling.
Well, that's what you've been doing
with all that free time, huh?
- Chilling? - Yo, Connor, fall back...
- Was I talking to you, Everett? - You lost, Connor?
Last time I checked,
your locker was back with second string.
Oh, Coach Wallace moved me,
since I'm busting my ass with a pre-MBA course load
and doing your job as shooting guard.
Don't get too comfortable up there.
I'll be off probation soon.
You suddenly pulling As?
What makes you so sure?
Those scouts aren't out there for you.
They might not be, but I don't need
that draft number like Freaky Zekey does.
Scouts, they have a short memory.
So how many games do you think you can miss
before they stop checking for you?
Cross.
I'm not supposed to give you this
while you're still on probation,
but you were supposed to be back by our first game.
Any updates on when you can play?
I'm almost good, Coach. I'll be back out there ASAP.
- Mm. - Can I warm up with the team?
Remind the fans I'm still in it?
It's against regulations,
but you can make an appearance at the post-game tonight.
Dean Brooks has been on my ass
to make a statement about your absence,
but you can do it instead.
Coach, I want to play.
I don't want to talk to a bunch of reporters.
You want to go pro, right?
Press is part of playing the game.
Right, talent counts on the court,
but giving good press, that makes you a star.
So what do I say?
Just make nice.
All right, the fans are gonna be disappointed
they didn't get to see you play, so apologize.
It's not my fault I can't play.
It is to them.
Why are you gentlemen sitting around
holding each other's dicks instead of warming up?
All right, let's get out there!
Yes coach.
See you on the bench, Cross.
Let's go, Stallions. Let's go.
- Hi, Ms. Tejada. - Hello.
- What's up, Diana? - Hey.
I just wanted to thank you guys for what you did for my mom.
- I really appreciate it. - It's nothing.
Maybe I could sit and watch the game with you guys?
Cross, Zeke. We're his family.
- How many of you are there? - Two.
Is your mom mad at me or something?
She's in a mood.
Mrs. Tejada, I wasn't expecting to see you here tonight.
Why wouldn't I be?
- I never miss Zeke's games. - Uh, well, can we talk?
What's going on?
Look...
some people we work with are acting up.
My brother Dru is trying to keep them in line,
but honestly, I think she's just over it.
I mean, it's not like they bring that much in for us.
So then what is she still working with them for?
She doesn't have a choice, so then she takes it out on me.
And unless I say something she want to hear,
she ain't listening to nothing I say.
Well, he has his tutor.
I thought his grades was coming up.
Just not fast enough for today's game.
There's a little bit of red tape right now,
but we'll get him there.
It's just gonna take a little bit more time.
I mean, you gotta play your audience.
You gotta tell her what she wants to hear.
It's not like you could change the fact that she's in charge.
Look, I should go.
I'm sorry you can't sit with us.
Nah, it's fine.
I got a couple papers I gotta finish writing anyway,
so I'll hit you later, all right?
A'ight.
Papi, can you do me a favor?
Oh, you cute, cute.
This about to be fun.
Uh...
You Scott, right?
And you are?
Mm, I'm your birthday present, baby.
Uh, it's not my...
It's not my birthday.
Oh, well, I am paid for,
and I've gotta give somebody a lap dance.
Why not you?
Well, but I gotta go to a party.
Okay, uh, I can be a little late.
- This is a party. - Yeah, I guess.
- It's a party, hey! - All right.
It's a party.
Guess I can be a little late, um...
Yes, you can be late.
Oh, I have a question.
Yeah, what's your question?
Um, do you do... uh, what's it... shibari?
Mm, see, that's in "My Girl Don't Do This" package.
- Oh. - But you can get it next time.
What's your name?
- Oh. - Oh, shit.
Listen, that's my man. He probably looking for me.
I gotta make a call, but I'll be right back with you, boo.
Your-your man.
_
Uh, is he coming around or...
Nigga, what you want?
I already told you I was with a client.
- I can go if you want to... - Hell no. He already paid.
I can talk. What's up?
I can give you the space.
What up, Dru?
Dru-sito Tejada!
You out past curfew, bro?
I mean, this is more Cane's scene than yours.
I ain't staying long, Lil' Guap.
I got a message from Monet.
The fuck, you-you brushing off my...
yeah, my, uh... what do you call that, uh...
Hospitality?
Yeah, you let him in so he can kick it with you.
Yeah, hospitality, yo.
I just let you in my spot when you can see
I'm having some me time.
That's-that-that's-that's...
- Inconsiderate. - Inconsiderate, bro.
What the fuck's Monet gotta say that can't wait?
Well, she-she wanted to give you your props
for killing it for her organization, man.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Hey, hey, that's what's up.
Hey, somebody get my man something to drink, man.
We about to get faded.
Hey, your Pops, Lorenzo,
cool guy, man, cool.
Monet, shit.
I didn't think she liked me.
Now she's sending me attaboys?
That's what's up.
Y'all are some top-level earners, man.
Yeah, man, we're Internet famous now.
People love seeing how we live,
and they want to be cool with us, for real.
About that.
Monet, she's worried the law might see this.
Maybe y'all could just cool with that for a little while.
Hey, man, hey, look, I get it, a'ight?
But she's old-school, so just chill.
For a little while.
Yeah, yeah. Yeah, we chillin'.
- Cool. - We chillin'.
Hey, and you chillin' with us too, bro.
What the fuck, man?
You know, maybe your mom's always on my dick
because she ain't got any in a decade.
You ever think about that?
You're way the fuck outta line.
Yeah, what the fuck you gonna do about it?
Nothing.
Cane.
Me-me and Dru, we was just fucking around.
Hey, we good, right, Dru?
Dru, come on. Let's go.
- I'ma keep this. - Yeah, take that shit, bro.
Oh, fuck, bro!
What the fuck?
I can't fucking believe you, man!
- What, you watching me? - Ma told me to.
She tell you to shoot up the fucking place too, man?
I had it under control.
No, you didn't.
- Police! Don't move! - Come on! Shit!
Copy that. Shots fired.
Sending backup.
Fuck!
This way, this way, this way.
Oh, shit. There's no way out, man.
There's a way.
Cane, we ain't killing no fucking cop, man.
You ain't. I am.
Officer, the perps went this way!
You want them to get away?
- No, sir! - Then let's go, come on!
Come on!
Get the fuck off me, man.
I had it under control.
Hell of a game, Connor.
Well, I, uh, can't take all the credit,
but I did put up most of the points.
Zeke, since he is filling in for you
while you're on probation,
any thoughts on Connor's performance?
I appreciate him... keeping my seat warm,
but, uh, he shouldn't get too comfortable.
I'll be back for the next game.
Whoo, that's right, baby! That's right!
He'll be back.
Does that mean you're coming off probation soon?
Coach Wallace, do you have specifics?
No further comment at this time.
Coach Wallace! Coach, come on any comment?
Anything to add? Coach Wallace?
Mo, if they got caught,
that charge doesn't disappear no matter what I do.
I know, and I'm grateful.
You're lucky I got the call.
Why did you get a call?
We had a few cruisers in the area
because these boys have been posting videos.
We heard gunshots. Found this.
We chillin'. We chillin'.
You see it?
That's the jacket that Dru was wearing tonight, Mo.
You need to put your business on pause.
I can't do that.
You keep doing business with these kids,
one of them will get pulled in and talk.
Listen to me, I want to protect you,
but you have to help me here, okay?
- I can't do that. - Please, lay low.
- Lay low, please. - Shh. Listen...
At least until they pull their patrols, okay?
I can't afford to do that.
Mo.
Don't you think the gun's gonna get in the way?
_
Whatever you did to keep Scott
out of the party worked.
By the end, I didn't even have to do anything.
It was crazy.
The pledge master said
that I'm the only freshman he fucks with.
If we get more, dude, we'll be making a fucking killing.
You think your new connect will have other pills?
See how much we got for now.
Fuck.
I need a lot more money than this so I can help my mom.
Say no more, man. I'm fucking in.
So why are we back here?
I think I proved my point yesterday.
Direct examination is only half the fight, Tasha.
Now you have to withstand cross.
I think you might recognize the prosecutor
I brought in to help us today.
I fired her.
She's here as a favor to me.
She's the closest thing to Saxe that you're gonna face.
She knows your whole case. Get up there.
Ms. Green,
let's go back in time, shall we?
You opened accounts for your husband.
Yes.
I did what he told me to do.
Right, as you said.
So how did that work?
He gave you cash and somehow
you turned it into legitimate money?
The nightclubs, laundromats, parking lots.
They were all cash businesses,
so it was easy to run the money through those
and turn it into taxable, legitimate funds.
And your family lived off this drug money.
Used it to pay for your home, your cars, your kids' tuitions,
your clothes.
Nice hair, by the way.
You testified that you were afraid of your husband.
Is that true?
Yes.
But when your husband was on trial
for Greg Knox's murder, you began an affair
with his defense attorney, Terry Silver.
I fell in love with Terry,
and James killed him.
Yes, let's get to that.
Silver was working with the US Attorney's office
to put you, your husband, and Egan in jail.
- Correct? - No, not correct.
Terry was not cooperating against me.
He wanted me to testify against my husband.
James found out about our relationship and...
Are you about to tell this jury that James St. Patrick
killed Terry Silver over jealousy
over you?
- He was Angela's man by then. - It's the truth.
No, Tasha, this wasn't personal.
It was business.
You told James that Silver was working with the Feds.
You arranged to meet Silver in his parking garage.
You admitted to Blanca Rodriguez
that you had sex with him to give James time to arrive.
No.
Silver never made it out of that garage.
And when the Feds came looking for him,
you knew the exact location where James
must have dumped the body.
You just left out the part where you gave the order.
I didn't kill Terry!
Only you knew how dangerous he was
to your organization.
You had to be the one to give the order
that it was time for him to go.
James didn't take orders from me.
But Tommy Egan did.
It-it wasn't an order.
It was a cry for help.
Mm, what about Angela Valdes?
Did you ask Tommy to kill her too?
What? No!
James was your whole life.
He cheated on you.
He wouldn't stop even after your daughter was killed.
He was still in love with Angela Valdes.
I think he killed Angela at your bidding.
Oh, wait-wait. What did you say?
- A cry for help? - No.
Then Angela was dead.
Your husband's lover was out of the way.
Then there was the problem of your lover, Terry,
a potential witness and a top-notch legal mind.
He had to be eliminated too.
Maybe James did it,
or maybe you asked Tommy to help you again
and to tell you where he hid the body just in case.
Either way, it was your call.
No.
And then when James wouldn't come back to you,
when he began a relationship with Ramona Garrity,
when he was leaving you behind for Albany,
he wasn't just abandoning you.
He was leaving behind your criminal enterprise,
your family.
He had to be stopped.
And so you reached out to Tommy one last time,
and he answered your call.
He killed his lifelong partner, his best friend,
because you call the shots, Tasha.
Because you had all the power.
It's-it's not true.
It's not true!
All 12 jurors voted guilty,
even the women.
I wasn't the boss, Paula.
I'm innocent of these charges.
But you're not totally innocent, are you?
Unless you start telling us the truth,
this is the last outfit you're ever gonna wear.
Hurry up.
I gotta take you back to your cell.
Saxe was at the Eastern District
long before me.
Whatever I know, he knows and then some.
If I were you, I'd go to him on my hands and knees
and try to get another plea.
Join the team.
What?
You heard me. Join the team.
Help me defend Tasha.
I can't win this without you.
While I appreciate how hard that must've been
for you to say, no.
- You think she's the queenpin. - She's not.
And you still won't help?
I mean, come on. Join me.
We can win this case together, a Black dream team.
Huh?
Just think of the press. Think of the headlines.
You can sell water to a drowning man, Davis.
I've seen you do it.
But you're not gonna be able to sell a jury
that Tasha is innocent.
She knows too much, she did too much,
and Saxe isn't stupid.
Right, Saxe.
Why were you representing him?
How do you know about that?
He signed a waiver to let you defend her.
It was filed with the court. Paula found it.
I can't tell you anything. It's privileged.
- You know that. - All I know is our sitting
US Attorney was in some legal trouble,
enough to go to you for help.
Nice try.
Good-bye, Paula. Good-bye, Davis.
I look forward to getting my check.
Can we drop this case now?
Tasha is going to jail.
The last of her money just walked out the door, literally.
It's time to cut bait.
You saw Tameika's face.
This case isn't about Tasha.
It's about Cooper Saxe. Ah.
It's not time for us to cut bait, Paula.
It's time for us to double down and go all in.
You got everything you need up here, babe?
I'm good.
I'll send you some more cigars.
You'll probably run out soon anyway, right?
Mo, we gotta talk about the kids,
the business.
The way you're running things, it ain't working.
Well, it would work if you'd let me run it my way.
Dru almost got caught on camera thanks to Lil' Guap.
If I didn't send Cane, he'd be dead or in cuffs right now.
Are you sure that's the way it went down?
Or is that what Cane said went down?
I can't believe you disobeyed me.
I'm not one of the kids. I'm your wife.
I'm the one holding it down at home while you're in here.
Out of the two of us, I know those kids.
Except they're not kids.
You need to stop babying Dru.
If he's gonna take over for me, he needs to learn.
He's not built like Cane and Diana.
Why does it have to be Dru?
Because he's the only choice.
Cane is unpredictable.
And you're too attached to Diana.
She's not built like the boys.
She should be going to school like she always wanted.
Oh, so that's why you asked me to come up.
To talk about Diana going to school.
Why you bringing this shit up now?
Because you can't run this forever.
And this was never the way
it was supposed to go down to begin with.
All right, time's up.
I couldn't take care of you the way I was supposed to.
This is the only way I can make sure
you're gonna be all right.
Mo, you gotta trust me.
- Long night? - You could say that.
Hmm.
Oh, what did you do,
stay up all night sticking it to the man?
No, actually, I got some good advice.
I wrote 20 pages on all that shit
that Oliver said in class.
Well, I'm glad you decided not to shoot yourself in the foot.
Was it hard not to win?
Kind of.
Maybe next time, me and you could write together
and you could help make it way easier.
You see? You see?
Gotta give the people what they want.
Mm-hmm.
Damn, Tariq, I'm really sorry.
I-I didn't think he was gonna fail you.
Maybe if you talk to Professor Simmons...
Mr. St. Patrick, hello.
Are you late for our last class
or very early for our next one?
Why did you fail me?
I didn't fail you.
I-I did think your paper would be more scintillating
based on your ideas in class,
but no, it-it fulfilled the requirements.
- It was fine. - So why didn't I get credit?
I have no idea.
Look, a professor of my stature
is beyond grading papers.
Ask Professor Reynolds.
... Caridad Milgram. Please leave a message.
Hey, it's me again.
I've been calling you.
You haven't returned my calls.
Just want to make sure you're okay, that's all.
I haven't seen you around, so...
Why'd you give me no credit? I wrote a good paper.
It was a good paper, Tariq, but the assignment was
to defend your opinion on The Apology.
I wrote what I thought Oliver would want to see.
I mean, if I knew you were grading the papers,
- I would've... - You would've what?
Gamed me like you did Professor Simmons?
I would have wrote what I said in class.
I know, Tariq. That's my point.
Have a seat.
Listen, these institutions were not built for us.
Okay, they were forced to accept us.
Now, if you're willing to change yourself
in order to fit in here, then you're missing the point
of the struggle it took for us to get here in the first place.
People like Professor Simmons are rarely challenged
by the way you challenged him.
He called me out in front of the whole class.
Think I'm supposed to let that rock? No.
You really care what they think?
I care about my grades.
A'ight, I can't afford to fail.
Is there anything I could do
that'll make you change your mind?
The grade stands.
This is your consequence for not using your voice.
You have to be authentic, Tariq.
People are gonna make up their minds about you
whether you allow them to or not.
But you do not have to prove them right.
You're dismissed.
What?
The fuck is going on in here?
We're just watching TV.
I can see what you doing.
Y'all in here acting like shit is sweet
when you both almost got arrested
for shooting up the GTG spot.
- How you know about that? - Ma, I did what I was told.
Wait, y'all shot up GTG and didn't tell Ma?
Lil' Guap was out of control.
Dru, who pulled first, your brother?
I only did it 'cause Dru's not built for it.
I don't pull until I have to.
Ma, Lil' Guap was way too coked up.
I was just waiting for an opening.
Do we work for Lil' Guap?
Are we on his schedule?
So you waited so long that this nigga
was almost able to catch you on camera, Dru?
Did you pull your gun then?
No, he didn't.
So you shoot up the place, and the cops show up.
The only reasons why you two assholes are not behind bars
is because of Ramirez.
And I'm not gonna keep taking favors from him
to clean up y'all mess!
Now, get the fuck outta my face.
Now, I'ma ask you one question.
And you better not lie.
Did you call your father
and ask him could you go to school?
No.
Go get the family burner.
- I guess you didn't. - I told you.
So what did Daddy say?
You think you smarter than me?
When you was coming, I was already going.
He may be your father, but you live here with me.
This is my house.
Man, this what the fuck you been busy doing?
What? The fuck is your problem?
Man, I just failed a paper trying to help your ass
'cause you said you had so much shit to do,
but you don't look too busy to me.
If you failed, that shit ain't on me.
You know the arrangement.
Nigga, what?
If I fail, then there ain't no arrangement.
And you'll be on probation forever.
Do you even want to stay in Stansfield?
I need to.
If I don't play, I don't get drafted.
So then you're gonna have to do some of your own work, bro.
- We're on the same team. - Okay, sorry. Damn.
Apology ain't gonna cut it, bro.
I need a favor, and you can't say no.
What's the favor?
You still do a weekly dinner with your Aunt Monet?
Your writing is so passionate.
Real. Deep.
I read your first book when it came out.
You read Raw when it first came out?
That's heavy material for a...
Teenager?
Well, it's a good thing I'm not one anymore.
Well, I wrote that book a long time ago,
so I'm not sure I'm that guy anymore.
Once a romantic, always a romantic, no?
I mean, she's lucky.
I'd want someone to write about me
the way you wrote about the woman in the book.
It's fiction.
But I read your interviews.
You said you were inspired by a woman.
Okay, listen, um,
even if I was, she is not the woman in the book, so...
Well, maybe I can be that person for you.
Okay, look, it's getting late.
I think we should call it a night.
So soon?
I mean, what's the rush?
We're the only ones here.
Okay, stop.
Yeah, I-I can't.
- You're my student and... - Graduate student.
Jabari.
Ma, what are you doing?
- Where is it? - Where's what?
Don't play with me, Diana. Where's that fucking phone?
Calling your father behind my back,
having your own burner.
I told you, girl, my house, my rules.
Now I'm putting things back the way they should be.
Ma!
Ma, stop!
How did you know?
I figured it out.
Zeke, I thought you said Tariq left.
I did.
I'm sorry I lied, Auntie Monet,
but you saw what happened at that press conference.
I need Tariq.
He wants to talk to you. Can you give him five minutes?
For me.
Go outside and wait in the car.
Thank you, Auntie.
You got five minutes.
If I'm gonna be keeping in him school,
then we're gonna have to come to an understanding.
What's this?
I don't need this.
I got enough.
I made this in just a few hours
without even leaving campus.
How much time does it take
for you to make some money like that?
Boy, I'd be very careful
about who you accuse of being a criminal.
The students here, all they do is party and study.
We could make a killing here.
All I need is a supplier.
You need a supplier?
I don't even know you. I can't trust you.
I mean, you trust me with Zeke's grades.
That's different. My business is in Queens.
Can't touch him out here.
So Zeke is your priority.
Yup.
So then what happens if I fail outta here
trying to figure out a way to take care of my family?
Who's gonna have his back then?
Who's gonna keep him on the court?
Look, if you work with me,
no one will even know your name.
You know the risk of the streets,
and you can still choose to run in them,
but you're always gonna have to pay a price.
If I agree to work with you,
you cannot live with Zeke.
I mean, I don't want him around this shit at all.
- Do you understand me? - Hundred percent.
I have another place I could stay.
Does that mean we have a deal?
- That's your mother. - _
I know how I feel if my kids miss my call.
You should get that.
We'll talk again soon.
Go ahead.
Hello, Ma. You okay?
I'm in trouble in court, Tariq.
Please, just give Davis whatever he wants.
Don't worry, Ma. I got a plan.
Welcome to the Pussy Palace!
That's you.
Uh, oh, and check this shit out.
My dad had this same room when he was here.
A place to hide our stash.
Oh, shit. Now we lit, yo.
This shit is about to come in clutch.
How can we trust this kid Tariq?
We can't.
But I know how to keep him in line.
What's his weakness?
He is a weakness.
You need to make a call.
Tariq, everything okay?
Your son is fine.
He's gonna start working for us.
Who is this? What do you want?
Make sure he does what we say.
If you don't,
Tariq dies.
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