[dramatic instrumental music plays]
[funky hip-hop beat layers in]
[Tariq] Previously on Ghost...
That's your baby.
I can't have this baby around the life,
even if that means I'm raising it by myself.
[Tariq] Listen, B, I can't be a fuckin' pawn anymore.
I gotta control every fucking piece.
That's the only way I can protect me and my family.
- [Noma] Zion. You know him? - [Davis] I do.
[Noma] He's trying to run me out of New York.
[Cane] Well, he can't do that. I'll handle it.
But don't underestimate my family name
in these streets, all right?
Especially to somebody like Zion.
How 'bout we take this in the ring?
- [grunting] - [thudding punches]
- The winner, Cane! - [applause]
[Davis] I smoothed everything over with Wiley Adams.
Your bid for the jet parts contract isn't in jeopardy.
[Noma] Anya told me that she went to some sort of concert.
She came home with this.
- Yeah, but this isn't mine. - I see.
- Belongs to you, right? - Ain't mine.
- No? - He's lyin'.
- Go on. - Do I have to drag yo' ass out?
- The fuck are you implying, man? - Didn't your fucking brother
get you this job?
[Kamaal] That's what your fuckin' problem with me is.
Okay. Calm down, everybody.
Detective Tate, keep your eyes on Tariq.
I'll keep mine on Monet.
One of them will lead us to the plug
and we'll snap the cuffs on all of 'em.
[bullets ricocheting]
[metal crunching]
NYPD, surrender your weapon!
- Put 'em down now! - Down!
I recognize you.
You killed Darien James.
I'm giving you an opportunity to work with me.
You can keep the product you stole tonight.
So I'll be expecting my cut soon.
[dramatic note resonates]
[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]
[camera shutter snapping]
[cell phone vibrates]
[tense, solemn music plays]
[message received notification]
[keypad clicking]
- [cell phone vibrates] - [message received notification]
[music builds slowly]
[dark, ominous music plays]
[tense drumbeat plays]
[music drops off suddenly]
[tires squeal softly]
[hip-hop plays softly over speakers]
Oh no, Ma. This is too cute.
- That's real cute. - I like it.
Look, get anything you want.
Oh, you don't have to tell me twice.
I'm way too young to be anybody's grandmother
but I'm all in.
Anything she needs, let me know.
Okay. I'm pretty sure it's a boy.
Girl, you been pregnant all of two minutes
and you sure it's a boy.
Okay, well, I'm gonna turn Cane's room into his room.
Well, I checked Stansfield's student center
and they have a lot of options for students with kids.
Housing, daycare, meal plans.
- [soft hip-hop continues] - [cell phone vibrates]
Okay.
I'ma help him set up at Stansfield,
and I'm still convertin' Cane's room.
A'ight. Bet.
[cell phone vibrates]
[Monet] What does everybody want today? Shit.
Oh. D, it's Dru. We gotta go.
Come on, hurry up. Pay for the globe. Let's go.
How dare you break our agreement
by selling drugs at your little parties.
Sorry you had to find out that way.
Yeah, well, you're lucky my daughter showed up when she did.
Otherwise, you'd both be dead.
Well, I've been hanging out with your daughter,
so I don't think killing us
would be the smartest of your moves right now.
Yeah, she spent the night at my dorm--
If you value having the ability to speak,
I wouldn't saying a-fucking-nother word,
- all right? - Listen. It's evident Anya
doesn't know about your... criminal side.
And obviously you wouldn't want her to find out.
So that means killing both of y'all
would just solve that problem.
This is Agent Young's evidence against your boss
proving she's a drug supplier.
Hm.
And I'm sure once Anya finds out
that you were the one to kill her father
she would never wanna see you again.
So if we should get hurt,
or anything was to happen to us,
I've arranged for information to be sent
to Anya and the police.
- Ah. So I think we should, um,
go over these new terms of our deal.
- [Noma] Hm? - You leave us the fuck alone.
- How does that sound? - [chuckles]
Piss off. Cunts.
Sounds good to me.
- I think she likes it. - Yeah.
Think it works.
You know they just buyin' time, right?
Well, clearly. Well, lucky for them,
I have more pressing issues at the moment.
I need to prepare for my meeting with Wiley Adams.
Oh, I should be at that meeting too.
Oh, not necessary.
Since our shipment was compromised
and we're a man down,
I need you to find out who stole my product.
Okay, I'll do that after the meeting.
Listen, Noma, you wouldn't have gotten Wiley
on the hook without me.
- Oh, you helped, but Davis-- - Davis?
The motherfucker without a law license?
He can't do shit that I can. Listen.
Let me help you close the deal.
I'll get you the contract you deserve.
What, so you're a man of many talents now?
What, you thought I was just
a handsome motherfucker with a Glock?
We got a pass for now. What's next?
Gotta up our game.
It's the only way to get to the top.
Only a matter of time 'til Noma's
bowing down in front of us.
I like how you think, but you know
if we fuck this up, this bitch is gonna kill us, right?
Yeah, that's why we gotta vertically control
every aspect of the game,
from distributor to supplier.
That's how we become the apex predators
and stay untouchable.
[dramatic music playing]
[door slams]
Seriously?
Y'all out here baby shopping
while you got me chasing Carter all around town.
- You're fucking delusional. - Watch your fucking mouth, Dru.
Okay, I'ma just go get the rest of the stuff.
Yes, please do that.
- Go. Go. Go, go. - Calm down.
Ma, we are fucked. Carter saw me.
So you ain't got shit we can use?
Nothin' that nobody's gonna care about.
Fuck!
Exactly.
- Fuck we gonna do now? - We gon' calm the fuck down.
No dumbass cop has ever controlled me.
You know that shit.
And this Carter nigga ain't gon' be the first.
We just need to find out who else he fuckin' wit'
and use that shit against him.
[ominous music plays]
Keep your hands where I can see them!
- Hands up! Don't fuckin' move! - Hands up! Hands up!
- Hands fucking up! - [indistinct screaming]
- Now don't fucking move. - All hands up!
Hands on the chair!
Where the fuck you going?
Fuck off of me!
Hands on the motherfucking chair, let's go.
What the f...
Get your fucking hands off me!
Fuck off me! Fuck you. I'm calling my lawyer.
♪
Red, Red, Red.
I didn't think you even knew how to use a phone, Red.
Every time I call, you don't answer.
I gotta round up my team
and pay you a personal fucking visit.
Put the phone down.
Now.
Everybody sit down. Sit the fuck down.
- [grunts] - Now.
Fuck!
You shoppin'?
[scoffs]
Okay.
- I assume you got my cut, huh? - Oh, that's why you here?
- For your cut? - Yeah.
From the product I let you take from that warehouse last night.
Our fucking cut.
My distros are still sellin'.
[Felicia] You may wanna stay on top of 'em.
A lot of people countin' on that money.
You know, there's something I just can't figure out.
That RICO task force that was after your ass,
they never found out who your supplier was.
Look...
All our suppliers are dried up.
That's why the fuck we was stealin'
from the warehouse last night.
And whose stash was that?
Fuck if I know. You the detective. You tell me.
Uh-huh.
[ominous music playing]
You keep forgetting
that I am the only thing
between you and 25 to life.
Or death.
♪
Let's try that again.
Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
Wait, don't do this.
Who did you steal the drugs from?
- Look... - Give me a name!
I don't know where the shit came from.
Who was it?
I don't know where it came from!
I just know where it was going. I'm dead serious.
[cell phone vibrates]
Get me a name fuckin' fast.
These yours? Hm?
How many kids you got?
None.
Pretty big haul for no kids.
Nieces? Nephews?
Thank you for donating to the policemen's holiday drive.
Oops.
[grim music playing]
You can keep that one.
Get the fuck outta my house.
All right, get him up.
- Whoa, whoa! Where the fuck-- - Cuff him.
- Back the fuck up! - Where y'all taking him?
What are you arresting me for, man?
I thought shit was cool.
I got something for you to do.
- [indistinct] - This is some bullshit.
In the meantime, you know your fuckin' assignment.
Son of a...
See, Ma? This is exactly what I'm talking about.
I'm having a baby.
I'm not selling drugs for the fucking NYPD.
Look, Diana, just go back to school.
I'll deal with this shit.
Fuck!
[R&B plays softly over speakers]
Mr. Adams.
I appreciate your expedience.
I'm eager to commence
what I hope will be a long and fruitful partnership
with the U.S. government.
I've ensured that any red tape will be bypassed.
- Mm-hmm. - And your... your BIPOC status
moves you to the front of a very short list
of jet parts suppliers.
Well, what we're expecting for our company
is that we're the only name on that list.
Hm. And as I've assured you both,
as soon as I receive the remainder of my fee,
well, we'll be good as gold.
[music continues playing softly]
- [gunfire] - [glass shattering]
[patrons screaming]
[person] Oh my God! What the hell?!
- [music intensifies] - [shouts continue]
- [engine revs] - [tires squealing]
- You hit? - No.
Fuck!
Get my money!
- [patrons shouting] - [Noma] Shit.
- [police siren wailing] - [man] Don't touch him!
- Don't touch him! - [music fades]
[gulls calling]
- [grunts] - [door buzzes]
Yo, why the fuck does Carter want me in here?
Lower your fuckin' voice.
You remember those guys you were working with last night?
You mean the ones you and Carter killed?
Yeah, that's the thing. One of them, Zay, survived.
He's in the fucking infirmary. So you need to finish him off
before he can talk about Ice's murder
and fuck up our operation.
How the fuck am I supposed to kill somebody in here
and not get caught?
We're countin' on you being smart enough to figure it out.
Quickly.
[inhales, sighs]
[sniffs]
You got 24 hours.
Because if you don't, I promise...
you'll die in here.
And then your sister and then your moms,
and not necessarily in that fuckin' order.
Try me.
[sniffs]
Come on, mommy's boy.
Thattaboy.
Okay.
Hit me up when it's done
and we'll talk about getting you out.
[door buzzes]
[sniffs]
I need one of those.
Here you go.
[glass shattering]
Your schoolyard antics nearly got me killed.
You taunted that behemoth with your fists
and he came back with guns aimed squarely at me.
And worse, he killed the wanker,
leaving me without a means
to secure the bloody federal contract.
I saved your fuckin' life.
All right? Or did you fuckin' forget?
I can't believe the fucking gonads on you.
Yeah, I hear that a lot.
So fucking big, right?
Perhaps too big for your own fucking good.
The fuck are we gonna do about Zion?
Huh?
Do you know, I wouldn't be surprised
if it was him who stole my drugs last night.
I need him gone, ASAP.
I already got motherfuckers on it, all right?
He's as good as dead. In the meantime,
we'll figure out a way to get you that contract.
What's up?
Excuse me, miss. You have a visitor.
[dark, tense music plays]
Oh, good.
You're here.
I need you to work your magic with the Russians.
Thought I did that already.
You're funny.
I want them to buy more product.
I still have a surplus and I know they can move it.
[Effie] I'll talk to 'em.
- Anything else? - That'll be all.
- I'll walk you out. - Cane.
We still have business to discuss.
[music fades]
[phone line ringing]
Zion.
Why the fuck did you kill Wiley Adams?
The fuck you care? He's just another fucking drug dealer.
Wiley Adams is a D.C. power broker, you fuckin' shithead.
Put a muzzle on your bitch, Carter.
This shit ain't got nothin' to do with me.
NYPD has a video of your guy stealing the Bronco
you used to do the job.
How long you think it's gonna take
for them to tie it back to you?
Every cop in the city
is gonna be looking for you.
[Carter] You broke our fuckin' agreement.
No innocent bloodshed.
Listen, man, I was just fuckin' wit' em.
All right, that white dumb motherfuckin' nigga
ran in front of my damn bullets.
[sighs] Wasn't even my motherfuckin' target.
Who was?
Does it fuckin' matter?
Yes. Yes, it does.
You provide info, we protect.
No info, no protection.
Come on, get the fuckin' shit up, man!
♪
You better keep fuckin' protectin' me.
Or else our little deal gonna go public.
I need a place to lay low.
Yeah.
All right.
Go to this address.
It's an off-the-books safe house.
Nobody's gonna find you there.
And don't do anything until you hear from me, all right?
Don't kill anyone else.
[sighs]
[whispers] Fuck.
Fuck!
♪
End him. Now.
- Felicia. - What?
Quick and discreet.
We can't have this come back on us.
Not with IAB sniffin' around.
Yeah.
[door closes]
[music fades]
Cane. Listen.
What you want, Ma? I'm on the clock.
Look, you need to put some distance between you and Noma.
I hear some heat's comin' on her.
Yeah, and then come runnin' back to you?
Ain't happenin'. I'm good.
Look, Cane, I'm tellin' you,
you ain't good.
Ma, you're just pissed you're on the sidelines
and I'm makin' moves.
Look, won't you fuckin' listen?
I'm here tryin' to protect your stupid ass.
"Stupid ass"?
Get out, Monet. I don't need you.
And protect yourself!
- [slow R&B playing] - [moaning]
- Fuck! - [gasping]
Oh, fuck.
[sighing]
Oh, fuck.
[giggles]
I don't know if that was so hot
because it was
or because I know it would piss my mom off.
So what, you let your mom tell you what to do?
Uh, yeah, okay. No.
The opposite.
She actually told me to stay away from you.
- What the fuck did I do? - [laughs]
I don't know. She went on and on about
how she read some unsettling news about you and your family.
Oh.
Yeah, I get it. I mean, look,
I been accused of some shit that I didn't do.
My dad did a lot of selfish shit that,
you know, hurt the family but...
I ain't nothin' like that nigga.
Damn, you rushin' and shit.
Why don't you tell me what your parents do?
Tell me what they life like.
[tense music plays]
My father was in the oil business.
- So you got money? - [laughs]
He was murdered a few months ago.
I'm sorry to hear that.
♪
Yeah. It was really fucked up.
I can't really talk about it.
Yeah, I know that feeling.
But I mean, my mom is a fucking badass.
Like, she runs an international conglomerate,
so she's always traveling around the world.
Any place that she visits a little more often than others?
[Anya] Um, well, I mean she's based in Milan and London
but she's been spending a lot more time here
since my dad died.
Which is so weird
because we've never spent so much time in the same city.
So you fly with her a lot?
[Anya laughs]
Oh yeah. I mean, all over Europe, Asia, and South America.
But I've been begging her to take me to Nigeria,
like where her family's from
and she never does.
It's so... She's like, oh my God,
she's so selfish.
She goes there all the time
to visit her brother and never takes me.
- Why is that? - I don't know.
[in Noma's accent] She says, "It's not safe."
[normal voice] Well, she's so fucking paranoid.
Them boots is just kicking your ass.
[Anya laughs] Shut the fuck up.
Anyway...
Solid eight.
Shoot for ten next time?
Yeah?
- [laughs] - [Anya] Peace.
- [cell phone vibrates] - What now?
- Detective Lewis. - [man] Detective Lewis.
This is Sergeant Will Astor of IAB.
Uh, yeah, what can I do for you, Detective?
I've been trying to reach you.
We've received a few pings in regard
to your use of excessive force.
[sighs] Yeah, well, you know,
"excessive force" is just criminal code
for "We don't like cops that are
too good at their jobs," right?
Wrong answer.
We need you to come in within an hour. No excuses.
Should I contact my rep?
Up to you.
See you soon either way.
[tense music playing]
Fuck!
[sighs]
♪
[sniffs loudly]
[softly] Fuck.
[exhales]
[sighs]
- [ignition beeps] - [engine starts]
[knocking on door]
[music fades]
- [sighs] - Where's Monet?
I don't know. I'm sure you have her number.
- Where the fuck is she? - I said I don't know.
Monet!
- What is your problem? - [scoffs]
Weren't you already here earlier?
There's nothing else here.
Are you serious?
[scoffs]
Okay, hey. Let's start over, huh?
Look, Diana, I know...
I know we got off on the wrong foot.
I wanted to apologize for that.
I know I can come off a little strong.
Strong? Really? Whatever.
Carter is not the easiest person to work for.
In fact, he's got me in a jam right now
and I could really use your help getting out of it.
And why should I help you?
Because I need to handle something for Carter
and I can't be in two places at once,
and Monet isn't here.
So I need you to be the one to handle it.
Handle what?
There's a dealer Carter needs taken off the board.
You need to pay him a visit and take him out.
Bitch, do I look like fucking Colombiana to you?
I'm a college student. I don't kill people.
You gonna tell me you don't know how to use a gun?
Yeah.
You know how to pull a trigger.
We both know that you and your family
have been up to your asses in the drug game
for decades.
So guess what?
Yeah.
You kill people.
Don't act like any of this is foreign to you.
Well, I'm sure you have someone else who can take care of it.
Mm-mm. He knows my people.
He won't see you as a threat.
I will text you the address on this phone.
I'll tell him that you're gonna make a delivery for us.
Pop him and get out. He goes by the name Zion.
No, no. Fuck no. You got me fucked up.
I already told you, I'm not doing it.
- Really? - Get outta my house.
Because if you don't, I'll see to it
your brother dies in jail.
♪
You're a bitch.
- Yeah, I get that a lot. - I bet you do.
Fucking get it done and call me when it's over.
[door opens, closes]
["Thinline" by Love Pulse Music plays softly]
Just this, please.
♪ Falling deeper and deeper I'm catching feelings for you ♪
♪ I could be your reflection I'll hold the mirror to you ♪
- We need to talk. - Is everything okay? What's up?
Yeah. It's not the baby, Tariq.
Okay, talk to me.
Listen.
There's a lot going on right now,
and, Tariq, I don't know if I can trust you yet.
D, come on, listen to me.
That shit is gonna have to stop.
A'ight? You're about to be the mother of my kid.
We gotta do this the right way.
What's up?
You okay? What's going on?
♪ My heart can't take Heartbreak ♪
♪ Don't use it against me ♪
♪ My heart can't take Heartbreak ♪
♪ Your love could end me ♪
♪ All I want is for you To stay... ♪
I see she's still alive.
Yeah, 'cause things change, Effie.
Clearly.
You guys are super cute. Very cozy.
Guess you're more forgiving when someone tries to kill you
than you are when they try to protect you.
You know what Effie, um, Diana's going through a lot right now.
So...
Looks to me like she's going through her first trimester.
If she's trying to keep that shit low,
telling BruShandria was just fucking stupid.
- You shut the fuck up-- - I thought it was a rumor,
but now that I see Diana throwing up,
it makes so much sense.
Mind your fucking business, Effie.
Please.
Thank you.
Oh, shit.
It's yours.
You gotta be fucking kidding me, Tariq.
What is the plan?
Effie, shut the fuck up.
What, you gonna start a family, play house?
- Break some generational curses? - Shut the fuck up.
Oh, hey, Diana.
I was just telling Tariq
that you should consider an abortion.
Because with you two as parents, your baby's screwed.
Well, since you wanna give advice so damn bad,
here's some for you.
You keep fuckin' my brother,
Noma's gonna put a bullet in your skull.
You like being his little side piece that much?
You like being his?
Any bitch can make a baby, Diana.
- Doesn't make you special. - Fuck you, Effie.
Fuck you, Diana.
Listen...
Listen, don't worry about that bitch, okay?
I don't give a fuck about no fuckin' jealous-ass Effie, okay?
Listen, my... my family is in serious trouble.
Wait, wait...
What the fuck is going on?
- What the fuck? - [Tariq] Yep.
Diana's supposed to kill Zion.
Okay.
Did she say why?
Basically Monet got them in a situation with a plug.
Said you gotta kill Zion or... you know.
All right, well, who's the connect?
Diana won't say.
Zion's racking up enemies.
What's that supposed to mean?
Zion tried to kill Noma today.
Yeah.
But murdered a government official
she was working with instead.
Cost her a whole lot of money.
Okay.
So let me guess. Noma wants to kill Zion now.
Without a doubt.
So then, Diana just gave us a gift.
We can use that to get back in with Noma.
By "we," you mean "you," motherfucker.
Whatever the case may be, if she wants the nigga's head,
we can use that kill and get a deal with Noma.
Something better than what we already have with Zion.
More for you and more for me.
- Yes, exactly. - I'll set up the meet.
Bet.
[man] What up, Cane?
What you want, Scoop? You seen Zion?
Nah, I hear he's laying low.
All right. You know where?
Nah.
Why the hell would I tell you if I did?
Wait, we got a fuckin' problem?
Yeah, my brother got shot and tossed in jail last night.
Motherfucker, what that got to do with me?
You and the rest of your bitch-ass family put him there!
[grunting]
Now you ready to chill the fuck out
and explain to me what the fuck you talkin' about?
Or should I continue?
[breath trembling] Monet was looking for soldiers.
And Zay eager ass
been wanting to get down with y'all for years.
All y'all had to do was take care of him, man.
Well, that ain't got shit to do with me.
All right? And the next time you fuckin' pull a gun on me
will be your last.
[dramatic music playing]
[lighter flicks]
- [music fading] - [door opens, closes]
What's the word, Red?
You called me here. Whose drugs you steal?
Brighton Beach Russians.
Ran by this ugly motherfucker named Vadim.
Fucking Russians?
I know Vadim. He's a slippery fucker.
But I just seized his, uh, product off the docks.
How'd he get a new connect so fast?
Look, I don't know.
I'm not your fuckin' CI. I just know they were there.
Is that it?
One thing for sure.
They ain't playing by none of them
fucked-up rules you got going.
They'd rather be dead than to be fuckin' led by the NYPD.
Vadim's a fuckin' killer
who don't give a shit about what happens to anybody.
Yeah.
Well... thanks for the intel.
That wasn't so fuckin' hard.
Wait, hold, hold, hold the fuck up. I...
I gave you a name.
I want Dru home.
Yeah.
I'll give you a call when his job is done.
See, what you need to know about my rules...
Enlighten me.
...is that you fuckin' hurt my kid,
and I'm comin' for you.
Threatening an officer of the law,
well, that's a felony, Red.
I look like I give a fuck, officer?
Do I?
[dramatic music playing]
- [man scoffs] - [music fades]
Yo, this shit is inhumane.
How they even allowed to feed us this mess?
Yeah, well, at least it's hamburger day.
[man] Fuck hamburger day.
[Roman] Aw, my boy, Keyon.
Nah, nah, don't look over here. I'm coming to you, baby.
Kinda hungry too.
[mutters]
[scoffs] Thank you.
Anyway...
[man] Fuck you care anyways?
You about to get up outta here soon as your lawyer
- make that deal. - [Roman] Facts.
The only thing these pig motherfuckers hate
more than criminals is crooked cops.
Carter's my get-out-of-jail-free card.
I'll be out eating Red Lobster in no time.
Damn, Roman, you ain't gotta rub it in a nigga's face and shit.
What the fuck you looking at, Tejada?
Shit.
[dramatic music playing]
You wanna take my burger too?
Man, sit your faggot-ass down.
I already got claims on Keyon's ass.
Yo, this nigga tweaking, yo.
[grunting]
- [inmates clamoring] - [door buzzing]
[inmate] Get him!
Yeah! That's it!
- [indistinct] - [overlapping shouts]
- [dramatic music continues] - Come on!
[door buzzing]
[inmates continue clamoring]
[grunts]
[inmates shouting]
[doctor] I'm gonna run some tests
to make sure you're not suffering
from any internal bleeding.
A'ight.
[tense music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
[door closes]
[gasps softly]
[tense music continues]
- [panting] - [monitor beeps steadily]
[monitor continues beeping]
[tense music building]
- [grunting softly] - [monitor beeping faster]
[Dru] Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
Shh, shh.
- [struggling grunts continue] - [monitor beeps rapidly]
[heart monitor slows, sputtering]
[heart monitor flatlines]
[nurse] Orderly! Code blue, 6A!
Code blue, 6A!
[dramatic music playing]
[Carter] All right, guys, it's the fuckin' Russians.
Ed, you take the hallway.
Nico, you come in through the kitchen.
Kamaal, you come in through the front door with me,
make sure nobody gets away.
I need Vadim alive.
A'right? We gotta get his supplier.
Roger that. Let's get these motherfuckers.
[Vadim speaks Russian]
Congrats on your daughter.
Princeton?
Early acceptance.
Noma wants to know if you're interested in more product.
[chuckles softly]
This is, uh, something we can discuss
if she's offering a discounted rate.
[laughs] We're not fucking Costco.
You know that.
- NYPD! Hands! Hands! - [gunshots]
Let's see your hands!
- [gunshots continue] - [indistinct shouts]
[groans]
[glass shards clinking]
[bullets ricocheting]
[gunfire continues]
I'm clear! I'm covering the rear!
Yeah, go, go!
All right. Around the back on three. One...
- One, two, three. - ...two, three.
[dramatic music playing]
[grunting softly]
Ah, fuck. [panting]
[suspenseful music playing]
[hinges squeaking]
Fuck.
♪
[panting]
NYPD! Down! Get on your fucking knees!
Get down!
- Please don't shoot. - What you got there, baby girl?
Please don't shoot.
[panting echoing]
- [gunshot] - [groans]
No, no, no. Please.
Here.
[tense music continues]
Hold on. Where you going?
Gun down.
[gun clatters]
Good boy.
[groans]
[casing clatters]
Whoo-wee!
[casing clatters]
♪
- [music fades] - [pained groaning]
- Hey. - [grunts]
You took one in the back, huh?
Yeah, took it in the vest. [gasping]
All right, come on. Let's get you checked out.
Come on. You'll be good.
[phone vibrating]
This better be good news.
It's done.
I knew you had it in you.
Let me guess, you wanna get out now?
There's something else.
Go on.
Just to be clear, this is a negotiation.
I'm not giving you shit for free.
I don't think you're in a position
to make any deals, inmate.
I don't think you're in a position to fuckin' ignore me.
Someone's about to take down Carter's entire organization.
Now where would that leave you?
Fuck.
Now I can take care of him while I'm in here,
but only if you agree to my terms.
Who is it?
Do we have a deal?
Yeah, look, I'll talk to Carter, you have my word.
Who's the rat?
Roman.
He's got an appointment with the feds.
Good lookin' out.
I will take out your snitch on two conditions.
One:
I won't be anyone's bitch soldier.
Make me a lieutenant or however the fuck you say it.
I want protection and access.
And two:
I want you all to leave my sister and my mother
the fuck alone, you hear me?
You're out of your league, bro.
Yeah?
All right, the way I see it,
I take out Roman, you owe me,
I don't, you're fucked.
[exhales sharply]
[door opens]
[door closes]
Fuck are you doing here?
"You hungry, Cane?"
"Yeah, Mom, I am."
The fuck do you want, Cane?
You know somebody hit one of Noma's shipments
the other night?
Sounds like a you and Noma problem.
[tense music playing]
I'm just trying to figure out who would be bold enough...
no, stupid-as-fuck enough
to try to pull some shit like that, you know?
Well, you know the game.
Coulda been anybody.
Yeah, and it could be you.
Me, nigga?
Really?
Boy, that fuckin' Givenchy pussy got you fucked up, huh?
You buggin' the fuck out.
That's why you've been trying to protect me?
Come on, Ma, we both know you've been gunnin' for Noma
since she retired your ass.
But what the fuck is you out here planning
where I need to protect myself from?
Boy, fuck you and Noma.
You don't think the streets is talkin'?
How you lookin' for soldiers?
How Zay and Ice been trying to get down with the Tejada family
since way back?
Everybody wanna be down with us.
They know what's up.
[dramatic music playing]
You know Zay got shot?
Oh, that's supposed to be my fault?
Zay's brother thinks so.
And why you suppose that is?
You know what, Cane?
I don't know why I keep trying with you.
Your dumb ass is so fuckin' pussy-whipped
you can't even fuckin' see straight.
And you forgot who the fuck I am in all of this.
That's the thing, Mom.
I know exactly who the fuck you are.
Look, the next time you come accusing me of some shit,
you make sure you got more than some fuckin'
"streets is talkin" bullshit.
Now get the fuck outta my house.
Way better than your cooking.
Yeah, fuck you, little nigga.
[door opens, closes]
♪
[distant siren wailing]
[music fades]
Didn't think I'd have the displeasure
of seeing you again so soon, Tariq.
You know deep down inside you fuck with me, Noma.
Come on.
Tariq has a proposal.
Yeah, I hear Zion's giving you some fuckin' trouble.
He's hiding out right now, but we got the drop on his location.
Could take care of that for you.
With Zion gone, Tariq will need a new connect.
Why would you kill him for me?
Well, I wanna be back in business with you.
Of course with some...
you know, more favorable terms than I have with Zion.
You fancy yourself a shrewd businessman.
Well, based on the last conversation we had...
I think you'd prefer we stay friends,
huh?
We'll never be friends, Tariq.
I've grown weary of your threats.
[Tariq gasps]
Let's not make another deal with this cornball.
All right? I'll take care of Zion, and then--
Kill Zion by the end of the day,
and we'll have a deal.
If not, I'll be more than happy to dispose of you both.
Say no more.
I can't believe you gave in to this nigga.
Well, if you hadn't created my Zion problem,
I wouldn't have had to make a deal with Tariq, would I?
Were you able to confirm that Zion raided my stash?
- I'm working on it. - Oh, baby.
I hate it when you overpromise and underdeliver.
I've killed for less.
♪ Hey, one time ♪
♪ That's that old-school love
♪ Mmm, that's love ♪
- ♪ That old-school love - ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah
♪ Let me paint a picture Of what our love is like ♪
♪ It's a throwback to What was tonight ♪
♪ 'Cause we can reignite A spark ♪
♪ Get high off the flame ♪
- ♪ Or pretend we just met... - No. [indistinct argument]
♪ That will never change ♪
♪ Been overdue lettin' you Close to my heart again ♪
[hip-hop beat continues]
♪ Can we go back like love Never went out of style ♪
[Brayden] ♪ "That old-school love"
- ♪ "That old-school--" - [overlapping jeers]
- Have you lost your mind? - You fuckin' trippin', man.
You high or somethin'?
[Brayden] Fuck, bro, what?
This is bullshit.
Man, you guys are no fucking fun.
- Get the fuck off the stage. - You guys are no fuckin' fun.
I put this shit on.
This is fuckin' bullshit. [sniffing]
- Fuck me. - The fuck is wrong with you?
- You high or somethin'? - No! Bro, look at this.
I was just joking. We're doing so much volume,
who fucking cares?
What?
Better tighten the fuck up. You're slipping.
We got a issue.
Bro, we gotta take out Zion.
What? We're killing Zion?
- Tonight. - Ah, fuck.
Wait, B, text him right now.
Tell him we're ready for a re-up, cash ready,
and that we're about to make our way there.
All right, bet.
Whoa, leaving so soon?
But the party is just getting started.
Listen, Anya, I gotta- gotta go take care
of some business, a'ight?
- Really? - Yeah.
Anya, not tonight, baby.
I'm sorry.
♪ It's that old-school love
[Tariq] Yo, you're good, right?
Remember what I told you, stay cool
and just be ready for anything.
[tense music playing]
[knocking]
[Zion] What's this little fucker up to?
Yo, you got the shit?
- Motherfucker. - What the fuck?!
[suspenseful music playing]
[grunting]
[shouts]
[grunting]
You motherfucker.
- [suspenseful music continues] - [choking gasps]
Oh, fuck.
Motherfucker.
[grunting]
[music intensifies]
[grunting]
Shit, man. Fuck.
Ain't this some shit.
Carter recruited y'all too.
Now he'll own you like he owned me.
Ain't nobody gonna own me, nigga.
[chuckles] A'ight, Lil Ghost.
I see you.
Not no more.
[casing clatters]
Come on, Tariq. Damn.
[line ringing]
- [phone vibrates] - All right.
I'ma burn these clothes,
head back to Stansfield, establish our alibi.
D, what's up? You good?
I hadn't heard from you. I was nervous.
Don't worry about it. Everything's taken care of.
Thank you, Tariq.
Really.
Come on, you know I'd do anything for you and that baby.
You're okay though, right?
[chuckles]
Look, all this shit going on
and all this baby wants is cookies.
Hollie's is still open.
You wanna meet me there?
Maybe we can talk?
Yeah, yeah. I'm on my way.
- [door opens] - [soft R&B playing]
[door closes]
[phone vibrates]
So?
Do we know for certain who stole my drugs?
I was right.
It was Zion.
- Fucking bastard. - [grunts softly]
I knew from the moment he approached me
he'd be nothing but trouble.
Yeah, well, you don't have to worry about him anymore.
- Zion is dead. - I know, but...
we've just traded one problem for another.
The cops, the fucking Carter task force
raided the Russians today.
Yeah. Vadim escaped but he's not happy.
- We may have lost his business. - Hmm.
Was Effie there?
How cute.
You're concerned for your little girlfriend.
Come on, Noma, she's one of your soldiers.
Okay? You're supposed to care about your soldiers.
She survived. Barely.
Let me know if she needs anything.
Dusty.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[phone ringing nearby]
[whistles]
Here's your cut from the Russian bust.
- Thanks. - How'd it go with IAB?
- I handled it. - You gotta be careful.
Can't call too much attention to yourself
or this task force. These people don't fuck around.
Could really blow up our operation.
- I said I handled it. - Uh-huh.
Motherfucker.
[sighs]
[bugs chirring outside]
[soft, dramatic music playing]
[knocking at door]
Go away.
[Cane] It's me.
Effie, don't make me kick this door down.
[knocking]
[sighs]
What the fuck do you want?
Heard about the raid at the Russian bar.
Just wanted to make sure you was okay.
I mean, you're checking on Noma's best soldier?
Her lifeline to the Russian pipeline?
Effie, you know I don't give a fuck about that.
Cane, please.
Please don't act like you care about me.
You know I fucking care about you.
It's your ass that keep pushing me away.
So maybe just listen this time.
I don't know if I can do this shit anymore.
[soft music continues]
[sighs]
[music fades]
Diana.
[scoffs]
How the fuck did you find me?
The burner phone, you stupid bitch.
- Oh my God. Yo, you don't have-- - Come here.
Come here, we're gonna talk.
What are you doing?
What happened with Zion?
I fucking told you to handle it,
not fuckin' Tariq St. Patrick.
What did you tell him about us?
I ain't tell him shit, a'ight?
- I handled it. - Bullshit. What does he know?
You put me and the entire team in fucking jeopardy.
Carter's gonna fucking kill us both.
- You know what? Fuck this. - [tense music plays]
You can be Carter's bitch if you want to. I'm good.
Take your stupid ass phone.
- Fuck you say to me? - Get the fuck off me.
Bitch! Fuck you!
[groans]
You like that, huh?
Fuck you!
[groans] Wait, please don't--
- [grunts] - [gasping] Please!
[coughing gasps]
You're my bitch now.
[gasping]
[ominous music playing]
[music intensifies]
[music fades]
[ship horn blares in distance]
[engine stops]
Long day, Kamaal. [sighs]
Why couldn't we talk in the office, man?
'Cause I couldn't say what I have to say.
Your task force is compromised.
The fuck you talking about?
You got a dirty cop on the squad.
[tense music playing]
Dirty cop?
Who? [sighs]
Detective Nico Halston.
I think he's working with the Tejadas.
He was Dru Tejada's booking officer
and I got the records.
[laughs] Okay.
So? So what?
So?
Zay, he survived the stash house raid, right?
But then he died in the jail infirmary.
From his injuries, yes.
No, no, no, I don't think so.
Dru, he was in the infirmary
when Zay died.
That's too much of a coincidence, Carter.
Kamaal, you're...
you're making a leap here, man. Just--
I don't think so. I don't.
And Nico...
he took cash. I saw him take cash from the Russian raid.
And he didn't book it in evidence
because I checked.
[tense music continues]
[sighs heavily]
You're right.
Well then, let's go arrest his ass.
No.
What you mean, "No"?
[grim instrumentals playing]
When my wife was murdered,
I realized that, uh...
in order to make the streets safe,
we had to get just as dirty as those fuckin' animals.
So you knew. It's not just Nico.
We are doing God's work.
Don't you wanna be a part of that?
Huh?
To truly make a difference.
You're smart, you're talented,
and from the moment you joined this task force,
we have made so much progress.
Imagine...
Imagine what we could do together.
[tense music continues]
You know, if it's...
if it's money
that you want,
I can take care of you.
You know, it's a whole lot...
I gotta take in, so I'm gonna take a second.
[tense music builds]
- [casing clatters] - [body thuds]
[sighs] Fuck.
[grim notes playing]
Should've listened to me.
♪
[siren wailing in distance]
[line ringing]
[cell phone rings nearby]
[line ringing]
[cell phone ringing nearby]
- [phone continues ringing] - [dramatic music surges]
Diana.
Diana, get up.
Fuck. Fuck.
Somebody help!
Somebody fuckin' help me!
- [panting] - [dramatic music continues]
[music fades]
[eerie, meandering piano notes playing]
- [hip-hop beat layers in] - ♪ All the clouds are closing
♪ And the rain is falling
♪ Now the storm is coming
♪ All the clouds are closing
♪ Real life Recognize what you did ♪
♪ Free mind But it is what it is ♪
♪ Never mind 'Cause you get what you give ♪
♪ Karma's coming Karma's coming ♪
♪ Karma's gonna get ya
♪ All the clouds are closing
♪ And the rain is falling
♪ Now the storm is coming... [fading out]
[dramatic musical flourish]