[dramatic instrumental music plays]
[funky hip-hop beat layers in]
[Diana] Previously on Ghost...
- It's either her or us. - We use Tariq.
[Diana] Put two through the window and drive off.
- [tires squeal] - [Diana yells out] Mami!
[gunfire]
- Ma. - When you spoke to Tariq,
did he tell you that I gave Kate Egan Tasha's address?
Who's Kate Egan?
- Nobody. - What's up with this?
You doing some new marketing?
- Where'd you get that? - I know who these belong to.
His name's Roman.
[Noma] Take him off the board.
And discreetly.
[Carter] So there's a drug war poppin' off.
I think I can help you with this.
I just want to finish what I started.
This guy.
[doctor] The home test was accurate.
So I'm pregnant.
Think you know who the father is?
So we're a team now?
[Brayden] A lot of shit's out of control in my life right now.
I feel like a fuck-up.
Sounds like you could use it.
- Mr. Fuck-up. - [sniffs]
Right now, what I'm worried about is making sure
Noma doesn't find what the fuck we have going on.
I think you could be a big help in that
and get paid while you at it.
[MacLean] You're a businesswoman with a target on her back.
I can do other things for you as well.
- Rain check. - How'd it go with Davis?
We got product, now we just gotta figure out
- how we gonna move it. - This, bro.
If we can convince enough people
that this group is up next,
we could throw parties all over the tristate area.
- [phone vibrating] - Yo, Pinky.
[Pinky] I'm sending you a clip from the Ring camera.
Check your messages.
Diana, what the fuck did you do?
Please let me explain.
- Stupid mother-- - Ma, you took our father!
- Diana! Let's go! - Monet!
Fuck both of y'all.
These little motherfuckers set me up.
Go, Dru! Go.
[tires squealing]
[tense, ominous music plays]
[music ends with echoing note]
[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 fades]
♪ Me and Joyner need A couple hearses ♪
♪ Double homicide Kill the beat and the verses ♪
♪ Everybody livin' On the surface ♪
♪ But we came from The underground ♪
- ♪ Yeah, we deserve it ♪ - Diana?
♪ Beef is when you murder Motherfuckers on a beat... ♪
Where the fuck is this bitch at?
What are you gonna do?
Kill her in front of a million witnesses
in the dorm? Riq!
Anywhere this bitch is at, she's getting a bullet.
I don't give a fuck.
She's obviously not fuckin' here, so let's get outta here.
So you not answering my phone calls?
Where the fuck is Diana?
I'm guessing you've seen the video
of her pretending to be me.
Yeah. I have.
You thought I sent Tommy after Tasha.
That's why you thought you needed to take them shots at me.
So did you?
I was pissed off about my mom, yes.
But you told me I ain't do it, so I ain't sayin' shit at you.
Listen.
Dru and Diana, they violated.
All right. Your own fuckin' blood
tried to take you out, Monet.
I fuckin' know that.
So you know what you need to do then.
Listen, I don't trust this motherfucker for shit,
but he right.
Dru and Diana gotta go.
♪ ♪
[music fades]
Fuck. This is bad.
- I know. - No, Dru. Like real bad.
I know, Di.
No. Let's just try to talk to her.
- Come clean, make things right. - What?!
Dru, I'm fuckin' tired of arguin' with her!
I don't wanna fight! Let's just tell Monet the truth.
We were fucked up over her killin' Papi but we--
You have lost your fuckin' mind!
- Dru-- - In what world
do you think baring our souls to Monet
is gonna keep her from wanting to kill us?
Or Cane.
And I know you don't think Tariq's gonna
give us a fuckin' pass on this shit.
[tense, dramatic music plays]
[Effie] Why you so pressed to find Diana?
Look, she and Dru nearly got my mother killed, that's why.
- What? - They set up Monet
to make it seem like she's the one that fuckin' did it.
And the worst thing of it all, they used me
to try to take out their own mother.
[scoffs]
- That's fucked up. - Yeah.
It's fucked up they'd some shit like that.
Are you serious?
What? Oh, you all nonchalant
like you knew about this shit or something.
Uh, I didn't fucking know about it
but did you genuinely think they wouldn't do that to you?
You think you and the Tejadas are on some
homies for life type shit?
When have you ever been able to trust them, Tariq?
I don't fuckin' know, Effie. I don't know.
Yeah, well, with what we're doin',
you can't count on trust or loyalty.
Doesn't matter who it is.
And you should know about that more than anyone.
♪ Just a day livin' life ♪
You speak to Diana, don't tell her I was lookin' for her.
- She probably already knows. - ♪ Just another day ♪
[Cane] Listen, Donnie, I wanna know where Dru is tonight.
Anybody sees him or loses him,
that's a fuckin' target on their back too. You got it?
- We got you, yo. - Good.
[ominous music plays]
Okay, I need to get my hands on some cash.
And some guns.
Fu... fuck. I-I gotta get some food first.
I'm fuckin' hungry. You hungry?
How can you be hungry right now?
I feel like I'm about to fuckin' throw up.
Yo, there's this Chinese joint down the block.
I'ma- I'm gon get some food, all right? Be right back.
Wait. No, Dru, don't leave me here.
Just order room service and put it on the bill.
It's a motel. They don't have room service.
What bill?
- [ominous music plays] - Fuck.
Excuse me. I'm lookin' for my kids.
What room is Tejada?
You a motel guest?
- No. - Then fuck off.
Please tell me you paid the dude downstairs in cash.
Dru, we don't have any cash.
I just paid him with what I had. Fuck.
Fuck! F...
Motherfucker, I ain't gon' ask you again.
And I'm not telling you again.
Fuck off.
[grunting]
Monet's gonna know exactly where we are now.
Fuck. I'm sorry.
♪ ♪
Tejada. What fucking room?
Room 23. Second floor.
Down the hall to the left.
Shoulda told me in the first fuckin' place.
Dru, we gotta get outta here now. Let's go. Let's go.
Little hard to go on the run
when your mom's footin' the bill, huh?
Ma, please. We are sorry. We didn't mean to do it.
The day you got shot, somebody else--
Y'all was just gonna take my life like that?
I gave you little motherfuckers life!
I raised you.
I taught you the fuckin' game.
Because of me you have every-fucking-thing.
I'm your fuckin' mother!
Do you really think you deserve our respect?
- Dru, shut the fuck up. - No, fuck that.
She needs to hear this shit.
This life
that you pride yourself on givin' us,
we tried to tell you a million fuckin' ways
that we don't fuckin' want it.
But you so focused on yourself,
you can't even hear us.
No matter how much it damages us,
you just won't let us out.
You try to tell us about everything you wanna do for us.
All right, let's talk about it then.
Let's talk about it. Right?
No, our cousin?
No, [stammers] I mean, our brother...
is dead.
That's what you did for us.
Our father is dead. That's what you did for us.
Stop talkin', Dru.
And Gordo?
You know how much that shit fucked me up?
Not another fuckin' word, Dru.
You don't give a fuck about us!
You don't care about what we want,
or what we need.
You never have.
We might actually be happy if it wasn't for you.
♪ ♪
You're not even close to being a good mother.
You just a bitch.
Oh, I'm a bitch, motherfucker?
Wait, no, no, no!
Dru, let's get the fuck outta here.
[Monet groans]
[music intensifies]
Ma, you good?
Them motherfuckers is gettin' away.
- [music softens slightly] - [tires screech]
[music fades, ends]
- [phone rings nearby] - [chatter]
- [Kamaal knocks] - Detective, got a sec?
Oh. Have a seat.
I've been doin' some digging on a Marcus "Zion" Washington.
Who?
Hungry, mid-level hustler.
He's been supplying product to multiple organizations
in three different boroughs.
He's also the connect to Roman.
That dealer whose van burned down.
Okay. How you know all that?
I squeezed it outta Roman when I questioned him
after the collar.
God damn.
I remember the days when snitches got stitches.
It's like they don't make soldiers
like they used to, you know?
- I mean fortunately for us. - Listen.
I was figuring that I'll go and pay Zion a visit,
shake the proverbial tree,
see what falls loose.
Yeah. I'll have one of my guys run that down.
Why? I've already made the connect.
It was Roman's drugs that got torched.
I get it.
My gut tells me that we should put our focus
on the Tejadas and Tariq St. Patrick.
Now, I have a major play for you.
Respectfully, detective, my gut is telling me that this guy--
You know, when I was a kid...
I had this, uh... this homeboy named Rob.
And he would come over to the house,
play video games, eat dinner.
My mother loved him.
Until one day...
Rob got up,
went to the refrigerator, and got himself a soda.
Didn't ask me, didn't ask my mother. Just...
got himself a soda.
And you know what my mother did?
She told him...
this is my homeboy, to whom she was always so nice,
to get the fuck outta her house.
[grunts]
You see, Rob...
was a guest in her home.
And he had gotten a little too comfortable.
I...
I just think that if we were to go...
And I think...
that if you become the head of your own task force,
that you can run your investigations
however the fuck you see fit.
[dark, tense music plays]
But this is my task force.
And I'm gonna need you to fuckin' fall in line.
♪ ♪
Now I appreciate your... initiative, detective.
I really do.
You're gonna talk to Tariq St. Patrick
and I'm gonna chat with Monet Tejada.
Let's get them to turn against one another
and get at least one of them to spill.
Worth a shot?
Yeah. Sure.
[music ends]
[Diana] Dru?
Dru. Wake up, Dru.
- Dru, wake up! - [grunts]
Look, what are we gonna do?
'Cause I'm not sleeping in this car another night.
- I gotta get to the stash spot. - Okay, so let's go.
No, I'm gonna go alone.
I need to get you someplace safe.
You tryin' to split up?
Not for long. Just until I can get what we need
and then I'ma come and get you. I promise.
Di, I need to get to the stash so I can protect us, all right?
Now, is there anyplace you can think of
that Cane and Monet won't?
[dramatic music plays]
["In Real Life" plays]
Hey, yo. You seen Diana?
Nah. She never showed up to her shift today.
She ain't even called or nothin'.
Lookin' for an extra shift?
Nah. I can't help you right now, bro. Sorry.
All right.
♪ Yeah, now you livin' large With 'em... ♪
What up? Anything?
I've looked and asked all over campus.
Trust me. Diana's not here.
Yeah, I gotta check a few other spots, but...
I actually might know where she'll end up.
All right.
- What the fuck? - [message sent notification]
Yeah?
I don't know. This whole Dru and Diana shit.
Yeah, what about it?
[message received notification]
I don't know. Do you really think revenge
is what we should be focused on right now?
What the fuck else should I be focused on?
I don't know. Maybe to make sure
our new business gets up and running smoothly.
- That could be something. - As much as I want to, I can't.
I gotta focus on this. This is somethin' I gotta handle, B.
Okay, so while you're out in your John Wick bullshit,
I guess I'm the one that has to handle it, right?
Yeah, I guess so too.
- Thank you. - Riq.
This fuckin' kid.
So ain't nobody in these streets
heard from your stupid-ass brother and sister yet?
Don't stress it, okay?
I'm pretty sure I know where Dru's at.
Where the fuck is that?
Just let me handle it. All right?
I promise you. Okay?
I'm not lettin' 'em get away with this.
Well, call me when you get Dru.
[Janet] Hey, hey, hey!
Get the fuck outta my way, Janet!
Uh-uh-uh. Listen to me!
You listen to me.
You need to get it together.
There is a Detective Carter down there asking for you.
Fuck!
[tense, ominous music plays]
And I don't know why you think some drug dealer's shit
gettin' torched has shit to do with me.
Well, I'll, uh, enlighten you then.
Your family's been runnin' drugs for years.
Not the biggest players in town.
On the come-up.
Or you were.
You got caught up in that RICO case,
but let's keep it 100, we all know that Tariq St. Patrick
was the real star of that show.
Look, get to the point or get the fuck out.
My money's on you and your family trying to rebuild, Monet.
Anybody that poses a threat to that,
well, they gotta get dealt with, including Roman.
So you destroyed his shipment.
- I ain't involved in that shit. - Hm.
How's your relationship with, uh, St. Patrick these days?
We don't have one.
- [dark, foreboding music plays] - Okay.
Okay. See, that I actually buy.
Seein' as how we got a witness who says he saw a man
flee the scene at the time of your shooting.
A man whose description matches Tariq St. Patrick to a T.
Does that surprise you?
Do I look surprised?
Ha.
Little bit.
I'ma leave you my card.
See you soon, Red.
♪ ♪
[sighs]
[door opens]
[door closes]
- [music fades] - [siren wails in distance]
Were you surprised to receive my call?
Uh, not particularly, no.
[Noma chuckles]
I'll admit,
you demonstrated a rare brand of acumen
that I admire with regard to my last hurdle.
I'm hoping you can also be of assistance
in helping me clear the next one.
I'm listening.
I need to solidify one of my legitimate businesses
here in the States.
It's a jet parts company that I've established in Italy.
I need government contracts
to replace those I've lost overseas.
But unfortunately, I don't have relationships
with anyone here in the States
who has that kind of access.
Pity.
You, however, are familiar
with the important political players here.
Now, it's my understanding that you have a friendship
with a Congressman Tate.
"Friendship" is, uh, a strong word.
I'd classify it more like...
an occasional arrangement.
Mutual back scratching, so to speak.
So who in the American political arena
would I need to have an arrangement with
in order to secure these contracts?
You'll wanna talk to Wiley Adams.
Works in Senator Len Carmichael's
government liaison office.
His tentacles reach everywhere.
Well, does he play nice with others?
- For the right price. - How do I get to him?
Just so happens
there's a charity banquet the mayor's throwing tonight.
All the political heavy hitters will be there.
So will Wiley Adams.
And so will his aide, Kevin Grant.
He's the one you need to get past.
- Hm. The gatekeeper. - Yeah.
Hood kid made good.
Can't be wooed easily.
Unlike most of these political pansies.
Can smell the bullshit coming from as far north as Albany.
Your intel is greatly appreciated.
What will it cost me?
We'll work that out when the time is right.
In the interim,
what time am I picking you up?
While I, uh, I do appreciate the offer,
I already have an escort in mind for the evening.
Lucky man.
["88 Buick" by Rough plays]
♪ Hey ♪
♪ How you talk about a life That ain't real? ♪
♪ That ain't real ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ How you talk about a life That ain't real? ♪
♪ How you tryin' to talk With me if it ain't mills ♪
♪ Look, I make moves I can't stay still ♪
♪ Never fell into facades I remained real ♪
♪ When times get tough I just pray through it ♪
♪ I see the results 'Cause I stayed to it... ♪
You sure about this?
Yeah, I'll be fine.
Dru, just do what you gotta do
so we can get the fuck up outta New York.
And, Dru...
please be safe.
For real.
I got you.
[somber music plays]
♪ ♪
- Hey, stranger. - Look, Salim,
I know I'm the last person you expected to hear from
and thanks for not ghosting me,
but I really need to come in.
Please.
Yeah.
Come on.
[door closes]
♪ ♪
[dramatic hip-hop beat layers in]
[typing on phone keypad]
[message sent notification]
[message received notification]
[music fades]
[train screeching, clacking nearby]
[train horn blows]
[Cane] You lookin' for something?
You ain't gonna be needin' none of that where you goin'.
Never shoulda told you about this spot.
Yeah.
Probably shoulda never tried to kill Monet either.
You ain't got shit to say for yourself?
What the fuck you want me to say?
How 'bout "I'm sorry"?
For trying to kill the woman who gave birth to us. Start there.
So you tight
'cause we tried to kill Monet?
Or 'cause we did it without you?
You do see why we did what we did, right?
No, nigga, I don't. That's our fuckin' moms.
And Lorenzo was our pops!
How the fuck does she get away with doing what she did to us?
She keeps getting a pass.
- The game is the game, right? - It is.
And you buggin' if you think I'ma let you live
after what you did, man.
- Fuck. Come on, Cane. - Can't do it.
This is why we didn't tell you, you know?
Because you've spent your whole life trying to make Monet happy.
And for what? She still don't give a fuck and she never will.
Do you even care that Papi is gone because of her?
I know we had our issues.
We all had problems with Papi.
But he was our fuckin' father, man.
She took him away.
Where's all your pain and hurt over that?
You don't know how I felt
or what I went through when he died.
I put that shit to the side to be here for the family.
And what the fuck do I got for that, Dru?
Can't go to no Ivy League school like Diana.
I'm no fuckin' Picasso like you, nigga.
This is all I know.
You didn't even wanna be in this shit,
he get outta jail and make you his number two?
Cane. Cane.
Nigga!
I just wanted him to respect me.
[voice breaks] Okay, I wanted him to see me.
To see I can hold down the family, man. I can.
And Monet robbed me of that but I still ain't try to kill her.
So fuck you!
- Fuck you, man. - Just...
Cane, come on, man. Just... just fuckin'--
[dark, dramatic music plays]
Pull the fuckin' trigger.
Do it!
'Cause if you don't, I promise to God
I won't stop until I put a fuckin' bullet in your head.
[pulsing notes play]
[guttural, anguished scream]
[music softens]
[car door opens]
[door closes]
[engine starts]
[cell phone vibrating]
Yeah.
I need you at my home in one hour.
I'm in the middle of something.
It's a demand. Not a request.
♪ ♪
[Cane sighs]
♪ All of the boys They want me, so ♪
♪ That means I heard it All before... ♪
[sniffs loudly]
Wait, what do you mean no one knows where it is?
How does that work?
It's an underground location on campus.
Couple hours before the show, we'll release it on socials
courtesy of the most popular influencers on campus.
Then after that, word on the street is,
if you ain't at this party,
you ain't shit.
- I don't get it. - Okay, well, it creates demand.
Hey, after a few more parties,
people'll be asking for the next one
and the next one and the next one
and the next one after that.
And before you know it, you and the band
are winning Grammys and signing record deals.
Okay. Maybe it's genius. We'll see.
Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa, what do you mean "We'll see"?
You don't trust me?
[stammers] If there's one thing I know how to do
it's throw a sick fuckin' party.
Okay? People fuck with your boy.
Yeah, okay. They fuck with your product.
- Damn. - [laughs] I mean, what?
All those influencers are just plugging your event for free?
And I'm betting it cost you a shit ton of money.
Drug money.
And you'll probably recoup by selling more drugs.
This is wild 'cause I was thinking more of like
a "Thank you, Brayden" is in order.
And don't act like you have a problem with drugs either
'cause you definitely don't have a problem takin' 'em,
that's for sure.
[laughs uncomfortably] Okay. Ouch.
Relax.
I wasn't judging you, I was just...
letting you know I see you.
Okay.
Can you pretend that you don't?
Seriously.
You have to keep this shit on the low.
You can definitely not tell anyone else in the band.
What do I get in return?
What do you want?
["Lock Me Down" by Titi Lokei x Osinachi plays]
How about just a teeny-tiny bit of product? Off the top.
Free of charge, of course.
I think Tariq would have a serious problem with that.
So...
we don't tell him. [sniffs]
♪ He wants to Lock me down today ♪
["Lock Me Down" continues]
Excuse me. Uh, by chance, do you know a Tariq St. Patrick
or where I could find him?
- No. - St. Patrick.
Look like you're on your way somewhere.
Brilliant observation.
Yeah, well, I'd like to talk to you
about Monet Tejada's shooting.
I don't know shit about that.
Yeah, well, I got an eyewitness that says different.
[dramatic music plays]
Yeah. Places a certain individual
that matches your description on the scene.
Any idea why that would be?
Are you feeding Monet Tejada the same bullshit?
'Cause if you are, you're puttin' a big-ass fuckin' target
- on my back for no reason. - [cell phone vibrating]
♪ ♪
You need to take that?
What exactly did you tell Monet?
I'm not at liberty to discuss any details
of an ongoing investigation.
But if you truly feel
that there's a credible threat to your life,
I'm willing to bring you in for a statement.
Yeah, I gotta go.
You know where to find me, Tariq.
[music fades]
[Monet sighs]
What you in here trippin' about now?
What do you want, Janet?
Monet, you need to take your pills
and you need to get some rest.
Look, I don't need you tellin' me what the fuck--
Apparently you do, Monet.
You know, all these years, I thought Lorenzo was to blame.
That all the light in you
had been snuffed out by him.
But bein' in this house
over the past few weeks, I see it now.
You da problem.
- Oh, you think so? - Oh, I know so.
[somber music plays]
You asked me before
whether I thought you did a bad job raisin' yo' kids.
Well, I'm here to tell you, Monet... [laughs]
you didn't do right by them.
Look, I don't need you lecturing me
about my kids in my own damn house.
You can take your ass back to Atlanta with that shit.
Hm.
You don't even know your own damn kids.
You can't even see that your own daughter is pregnant.
[music intensifies slowly]
What?
[Janet] Mm-hm.
- How the fuck you know that? - How do you not know that?
See, the eyes in my head, they can see.
What's making you so damn blind to your own children?
♪ ♪
[Janet sighs] Take your medication.
- [music fades] - [Diana gasps]
Salim, I'm sorry. I-I didn't expect to be here this long.
I thought my brother would have picked me up by now.
You sure you can't tell me what's wrong?
It's better if you don't know any details.
[Salim sighs]
Look, Salim.
I'm really sorry.
What for?
For threatening to tell people about your parents
and where you really come from.
I was wrong for that.
You don't owe me any apology.
I wasn't being honest wit' you.
Yeah, but I'm sure you had your reasons
for wanting to distance yourself from them.
I mean, look at my family.
I'm the last one to be coming for yours.
Look.
[sighs] I never meant to judge you.
I just feel like your family was keeping you
from being who you really are.
And who you are
is a beautiful, amazing Black woman
who is capable of having any life she wants.
You don't have to settle for the one your family dictates.
[gentle, solemn music plays]
Diana.
Tell me what's wrong.
[inhales sharply]
Salim...
[crying]
I did something that I thought was right
but I actually fucked up.
[gasps] And now...
Salim, if I don't leave town,
something really bad is gonna happen
and I don't know what to do. I'm fuckin' scared.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
I know a safe place you can go. Okay?
My parents got a spot in Greenwich.
They'll be vacationing in Turks and Caicos
for the rest of the month.
So it's completely empty, and if you need
- a spot to hide-- - I can't take that from you.
Yes, you can.
You said it yourself, right?
You can't stay in New York.
Here, take 'em. And these.
Car's in the garage. You can take the back way out.
And once you get there and get everything figured out,
just leave it there, I'll go get it later.
Thank you, Salim.
Of course.
Thank you.
[Salim] I got you.
Um... Salim, listen to me.
No matter what, you can't tell anybody I was here
or where I went. I mean it.
- Nobody. - Come on now.
I got you.
[Diana sighs]
[door opens]
- [door closes] - [music fades]
[light jazz instrumentals play]
Your affinity for Gucci and Fendi is noted.
But certain situations require a man to...
as you say,
level up.
- Yeah, whatever. - [cell phone vibrates]
[cell phone vibrates]
Oh, don't keep mummy waiting.
I'm sorry. I was under the impression you work for me now,
- not Monet. - We just have a situation.
Hm. Unless you prefer a sense of maternal security
to being your own man then...
Hm?
[vibration cuts off as call is canceled]
You called and I came, right?
- Yeah. - Relax.
♪ ♪
So where we goin'?
A gala.
Attended by the city's most prominent politicians.
That sounds fun.
I have a very important business deal to close
and the man who could help me will be there.
- [bright orchestral music plays] - [crowd chatter]
[no audible dialogue]
[Noma] The man I need to impress
is Wiley Adams.
Adams is a criminal broker
for New York Senator Len Carmichael.
He's very well-connected and has pull
with the department in charge of granting government contracts.
Contracts I need.
I'll need you to keep his aide occupied.
His name is Kevin Grant.
He's a real ball-buster
and doesn't let anyone unauthorized near Adams.
Born and raised in the Bronx.
He's a little... rough around the edges.
Do you mean like me?
I think you'll find
you and Mr. Grant have certain... elements in common.
Make it work for you.
[light jazz music plays at party]
[phone keypad buttons click]
[message sent notification]
[Noma] I'm confident you'll prove yourself capable
of doing what needs to be done.
Like Obi did so many times before you.
[crowd chatter]
- [bartender] Sir, for you? - [Cane] Uh, scotch, straight.
- Appreciate it. - Anything for you, sir?
Listen, man, they ain't got no Hennessy. Don't even ask.
[laughs]
Yeah, this didn't really strike me as a Henny crowd.
- [laughs] - Let me get a scotch too.
- [Kevin] Thank you. - Cheers, gentlemen.
♪ ♪
Not bad.
But it ain't no Henny though.
[laughing]
- Lawrence. - Uh, Kevin.
Ah, okay.
So what kinda business you into?
I know you're not a politician.
Hell no. No, I'm in, uh...
- exports. - Ah. Okay.
- You? - Political aide.
Get the fuck outta here. Man, you're like 6'3".
Bro, you're supposed to be on the court somewhere.
- Hey, once upon a time. Yeah. - Right, right. Okay.
- Ah. You gunnin' for the seat. - Hm.
- Fuck no. - [laughs]
- I like to fall back. - Okay.
Control things in the cut.
See, that's a whole different type of hustle.
And it's all about the hustle where I'm from.
Yeah, no doubt. Listen, I know all about that, trust me.
I had to claw my way up to the top.
As my alma mater motto goes, "I'll find a way or make one."
Whoa. Clark Atlanta?
Class of 2016.
Get the fuck outta here.
I went to Clark. Class of 2011.
- Word? - Yeah!
- You're my guy. - Yo. That's...
You- you know, it's crazy runnin' into you here.
See, I'm tryin' to put together this seminar
for at-risk kids, right?
Have successful dudes like yourself come and talk to them
about a way out.
Hm. Hey, listen, I love that.
- I'd love to hear more. - Say that.
Okay.
See, my whole thing is this. We gotta start right now.
And I'm sure you would make a formidable partner.
But that contract already has potential vendors.
- But it's still up for grabs? - Technically, yes.
But I think it's likely they'll close the deal
within a few weeks.
If at all possible, I'd still like to make a bid.
It'll cost you a substantial access fee.
You are aware of that?
When does it not?
And I assume that the paperwork for your American citizenship
is in order?
I assumed I'd throw a little money at that problem as well.
[laughs]
Well, if by "a little" you mean a lot...
then I'm confident we can work something out.
Great.
'Cause what I'm really saying,
the problem is being underestimated.
Underestimated.
See, these kids are capable of way more than people
- give them credit for. - [cell phone vibrates]
All right? The problem is, they just need the opportunity.
And that's where you...
[Adams] Quite surprised that our paths
hadn't crossed prior to this.
Your name is not unknown to me and my office.
What I'm thinking is if you and I both--
Hey, man, I'm sorry. Work emergency.
But... tell the little homies I said good luck.
Wait, where you...
[soft jazz music plays at party]
[dark, ominous music layers over party music]
[knocking on door]
[knocking continues]
Yo, Tariq. What the hell?
I need you to tell me where she's at.
- Where who is? - Cut the shit, Salim.
I know Diana was here. I have people with eyes on her.
- Where the fuck is she? - Yo, your people are lying.
- Diana-- - Where the fuck is she?
Yo! Okay. A'ight.
She was here earlier, but she left a while ago.
- Where did she go? - Honestly, I don't know.
And if she wanted you to know,
she probably woulda told you herself.
What are you-- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
I know you don't wanna catch a bullet
for playing Captain Save-a-Hoe right now, Salim, be smart, bro.
- Be smart. - Okay. All right.
All right, she's at my parents' house in Greenwich, Connecticut.
A'ight.
You see how easy that was?
For you to bitch up.
What?
- [music intensifies] - Fuck you.
[gunshot]
Why the fuck did you have to do that?
Why, man? Fuck!
[phone rings]
[Diana] Dru, where the fuck have you been?
I know. I'm so sorry, Di.
Shit got all the way fucked up and didn't go as planned.
- You still at Salim's? - Kinda.
He let me post up at his parents' spot in Greenwich.
- What? - Look, just meet me here, okay?
We'll be safe until we figure shit out.
Fuck. A'ight.
Just... I gotta make a quick stop first.
What? No, Dru!
You said we wouldn't be separated for that long
and you've been gone all fuckin' day.
Look, I know, I know. I know, but we need cash.
I know where we can get some
but I gotta lay low until I can get it.
Once I got it, I will drive straight to you, I promise.
Okay.
Just get here, Dru.
A'ight.
[soft, somber music plays]
[music fades]
[Monet sighs]
[soft, dramatic music plays]
["Street Lights" by B Che x Oshinachi plays]
♪ Don't get caught up In them street lights ♪
♪ Jumped off the porch As a youth ♪
♪ Lookin' for the truth Trouble's what I found ♪
♪ I was runnin' wild Street lights on ♪
♪ The corner Was callin' me... ♪
Boy, fix your face.
I was supposed to stay after school for the art show.
My teacher made my stuff the centerpiece and everything.
She's expecting me to be there. I wanna be there.
Look, Dru, I have something very important
I need you to do today. So that other shit can wait.
But I told you about it two weeks ago.
- You said I could go-- - What the fuck I just say?
Look, I don't wanna hear you whine about this shit again.
Understand?
Now get your damn priorities straight.
Family first.
Now, in order to move up from packaging,
you gotta learn the next level of the game.
Business transactions.
That's where all the real money's made, okay?
- [sirens wailing in distance] - [dog barking]
[knocking]
So you Lorenzo's bitch.
Nigga, I ain't nobody's bitch.
Yeah, a'ight.
Want a drink?
- Nah, I'm good. - You sure?
'Cause you lookin' mad uptight right now.
Maybe relax you a little bit.
Look, man, you want this fuckin' product or what?
Yeah, I want the fuckin' product.
Well, hurry the fuck up. I got shit to do.
Shorty, why's your mom trippin' like this?
Don't fuckin' talk to my son. I ain't playin' wit' you.
And I don't take no orders from no bitch.
Now get yo' ass the fuck out.
I ain't goin' nowhere without my fuckin' money.
[tense, ominous music plays]
Hey!
Get the fuck off my mom!
[gunshot]
- [music softens] - [Dru whimpers]
Dru, baby, give me the gun.
♪ ♪
Come on, let's go.
Let's go.
[music darkens]
[whimpers, cries]
Dru.
Dru!
What the hell are you cryin' for?
You did the right thing.
Lex came for us and you took him out.
Anybody that comes for us, you take 'em the fuck out.
That's the name of the game. Life or death, okay?
[sniffles]
Now let's go.
Come on.
Let's go!
[music fades]
[Janet] Well, I'm all packed and...
ready to take my ass back to the A-T-L.
Monet?
You okay?
[soft, somber music plays]
J, I taught my own kids
to hate me.
I told 'em to put the game before everything.
And that's exactly what they did.
I don't even blame them for the shit we in.
I brought it all on myself.
Monet.
I know you and your family.
Y'all stay in some shit.
And I've never asked you questions
that I didn't wanna know the answer to.
I don't know what's goin' on between you
and Dru, Diana...
or Cane.
But what I do know
is that, Monet, you are their mother
and those are your babies.
And as long as the four of you have breath in your lungs,
it's not too late.
And whatever's going on with you guys,
with y'all, I know that love will bring y'all back from it.
[door squeaks]
[crickets chirring]
[dramatic music plays]
Robbin' the family stash spot?
- [music intensifies] - Oh, f...
Ain't nothin' sacred to you, huh?
Almost forgot you had a key to this motherfucker.
Fuck.
All this shit ends now.
[cell phone vibrates]
Ma. Guess who's standing right in front of me
at the bodega stash spot.
Cane, wait.
Don't do it.
- Don't kill your brother. - What?
- Listen. Put Dru on the phone. - Ma, the nigga's
standing in front of me right now. I can do it.
Look, he is still my son and he is still your brother.
Ma, I can do it!
What, are you fucking deaf? Now, boy!
[music further intensifies]
[music drops off suddenly, fades to soft, tense music]
- What? - Dru, where's Diana?
I'm not tryin' to kill her. I'm tryin' to save her.
But if we don't get to her before Tariq does, he will.
I'll text you an address.
[call ends]
You like a fuckin' cyborg when it come to her, huh?
Give me my phone and get the fuck outta here.
For the last 24 hours, it has been your sole mission
to take me out.
And now you're not gon' do it 'cause Mommy says so?
It's fuckin' pathetic. You always gonna be a mama's boy.
[grunting]
[music intensifies]
[Cane] You're done at the penthouse.
Get your shit and get the fuck out.
As far as Noma, you and Diana out the game.
[pained moaning]
I may not be able to kill you...
but you fuckin' dead to me.
[groaning]
[music fades]
[tense music plays]
[glass shattering]
[dishes clattering]
[music fades]
You look real relaxed for a bitch that got a target
on the back of her head right now.
Fuck.
[intense dramatic music plays]
Where the fuck you goin'?
Tariq, listen to me, please.
I know how fucked up this whole thing was.
If I could undo all of it, I would. I swear, Riq.
I never wanted to involve you.
But we couldn't risk Monet's death comin' back on us.
Oh, but you could risk my mother's life.
We didn't think it would come to that.
You knew exactly what the fuck
it would come down to, Diana.
Tariq, I'm sorry.
Please.
Please. You can't do this to me.
- Why the fuck can't I? - Because she's pregnant.
What the fuck that got to do with me?
Hm? Why should I care?
Because it's yours.
Put your gun down, Tariq.
I know you, Dru, and Diana tried to kill me.
And I know it was you who pulled the trigger.
And I know you was on the scene.
Look, we got a lot of reasons to want to take each other out
but I got a better idea.
You give my kids a pass, I give you one.
You don't go after Dru and Diana, I won't come after you
- and neither will Cane. - Why the fuck would you do that?
Because right now, the only thing I give a damn about
is my fuckin' family being safe.
Including my grandbaby.
So lower your gun, Tariq. Lower your fuckin' gun!
If I was gonna shoot you, I'da did it already.
♪ ♪
[music softens]
- [door slams] - [sighs]
[softly] Mom.
I'm so sorry.
- It's okay. I'm sorry. - For everything.
[crying]
[softly] I'm sorry.
♪ ♪
[music fades]
[Noma] Did you get the family business sorted?
I did.
And I thought about what you said earlier too.
I ain't no mama's boy.
[tense music plays]
I ain't your boy either.
I'm my own fuckin' man.
[music turns sultry]
[crowd chatter]
[man] Hey, man!
James! Wait up, dude!
["See You Win" performed by No Lie plays]
♪ Whoa ♪
♪ Yeah, sittin' at the top You so dramatic ♪
♪ Tell me if you Really want the static ♪
♪ Headed to the top I gotta grab it ♪
♪ One pace, always automatic ♪
♪ I could leave ya dreams In a dream ♪
♪ I just need a king For a queen ♪
♪ Move back, gimme six feet ♪
♪ Big dawg Never lose sleep ♪
♪ Countin' money While you count sheep ♪
*Thousand-dollar Loubs On my feet ♪
♪ Gang with me Call the whole fleet ♪
♪ Type of thang to make You take a seat ♪
♪ I been all alone At the throne ♪
♪ Leave me lone Leave me lone ♪
♪ Way I'm workin' Need a clone ♪
♪ Bitch, you better watch Your tone ♪
♪ Winning, winning Winning, winning ♪
♪ Winning, love to see you ♪
♪ Winning, winning, winning ♪
♪ Winning, winning Love to see you ♪
♪ Winning, love to see you ♪
♪ Tommy comin' for the win ♪
♪ Move fast, drive faster ♪
♪ Hide the money By the plaster ♪
♪ Rappers fakin' like actors ♪
♪ And you never been a factor ♪
♪ I can see you Havin' mood swings ♪
♪ Two rings and I'm big now ♪
♪ Every day is like a movie ♪
♪ See the drip in my sweater ♪
♪ Do good, I do better ♪
♪ Lose now, I think never ♪
♪ Puttin' two and two Together ♪
♪ Hot boy in any weather ♪
♪ Win, win like Khaled... ♪
[Brayden laughs with glee]
What do you think?
I think you did the damn thing, my boy.
Bro, this shit could not run smoother.
Come here. Check this out.
So we run the product through the merch,
covert style.
All No Lie tees and water bottles
come with a little something extra.
You know what I'm sayin'?
♪ See you win See you win ♪
[Brayden] The coke goes through the t-shirt orders.
The shirt size determines the gram amount
which goes inside the tags.
♪ See you win See you win ♪
[Brayden] Pills go inside the water bottles,
hidden in a secret compartment at the bottom.
This is some exclusive shit.
I'm talkin' party of the century epicness.
Yeah, I'm there.
[Brayden] We reveal the party locations by word of mouth
so everything stays underground
and off Noma's radar.
All the merch orders go through our secure app.
It's a failsafe business model.
We can keep adding new products to the shop
and with all that online business,
we'll be making money in our sleep.
Our people deliver,
or customers can pick it up at our weekly party.
There you go.
Before you know it, they're buzzing about it.
Literally.
We keep this up, we'll be back in business in no time
and without getting ourselves killed.
- Proud of you, my boy. - [laughs]
How'd it go with the Tejadas?
I might need a drink before I get into that shit,
I'm not gon' lie. Might need to hit that too.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Tariq St. Patrick, drinking and smoking.
There's a lot goin' on, my boy.
Yeah, I guess so.
♪ Prada, Louis, Gucci ♪
♪ Fendi bags and pearls ♪
♪ Diamonds of all colors ♪
♪ Trips around the world ♪
♪ Dolce & Gabbana ♪
♪ Balenciaga shoes ♪
[music mutes, distorts] ♪ Hermes and Versace ♪
♪ Yeah, that's my attitude ♪
♪ Prada, Louis, Gucci ♪
♪ Fendi bags and pearls ♪
♪ Diamonds of all colors ♪
- ♪ Trips around the world ♪ - I'll be right back.
♪ Dolce & Gabbana ♪
♪ Balenciaga shoes... ♪
Whatever she's drinkin', I got it.
[Anya scoffs]
What's up? I'm Tariq.
Yeah. And I can pay for my own drinks.
I mean, yeah, I can see that. But why should you?
["Upper Echelon" by T.I. and Travis Scott plays]
I'm Anya.
Nice to meet you, Anya.
- [air horn blows] - ♪ Pull out the zip ♪
- ♪ Pull out the roll ♪ - ♪ Roll out ♪
♪ We so high Upper echelon ♪
♪ Straight up ♪
♪ We so fuckin' high Upper echelon ♪
♪ Damn! ♪
- ♪ La Flame ♪ - ♪ Straight up ♪
♪ Pull out the zip Pull out the roll ♪
♪ We so high Upper echelon ♪
♪ Straight up ♪
♪ We so fuckin' high Upper echelon ♪
♪ Damn! ♪
♪ Dozin' off them Xannies Just popped a bandie ♪
♪ Wave rock like Atlantic Froze like Atlantic ♪
♪ Party at the Sphinx Damn, that's so outlandish ♪
♪ She gon' make it clap, clap Throw them bands ♪
♪ Walkin' through the Waldorf They know my name here ♪
♪ Dropped out Got signed, got Mom house ♪
♪ All in the same year ♪
♪ Don't you come around me Ain't got the time ♪
♪ We so fuckin' high Upper echelon ♪
♪ Damn! ♪
- ♪ La Flame ♪ - ♪ Straight up ♪
[music fades, ends]
[dramatic musical flourish]
[triumphant musical flourish]