Ghost". Previously on "Power"...
I'll deliver Julio to you, and you take him out.
But I have one condition... you don't make it look like a Toros Locos kill.
So, Tommy, what you, uh, what you gonna do about a distro, man?
One oi yours, a Toto,
killed my distributor in cold blood.
I want our old territory back, and I want six new Toros Locos corners.
Look, man, if this starts a war, Uriel, we both gonna lose, man.
Rashad Tate. Councilman in Queens.
And I heard about your interest in the Minority Trade Commission.
Bailey Markham, Joe.
I think he had evidence that would convict Egan and St. Patrick.
I think they made him disappear.
She's a fuckin' liar.
- Just like Dad, Uncle Tommy. - Damn it, 'Riq...
- Get out of my room. - Ow, Tariq, stop!
I'm your dad.
And I want to meet you.
This is the view of the main stairs
right before the tape cuts out.
- Is that... - Fuckin' Mike Sandoval.
Tamara: Hello?
Hey. I-I was looking for your dad.
I don't want to represent your husband anymore, Tasha.
But we need you. I need you.
♪ They say this is a big, rich town a'
♪ I just come from the poorest part ♪
♪ Bright lights, city life A' I gotta make it a'
♪ This is where it goes down a'
♪ I just happen to come up hard a'
♪ Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it ♪
♪ I never took a straight path nowhere, life's full of twists and turns ♪
♪ Bumps and bruises, I live, I learn 4'
♪ I'm from that city full of yellow cabs and skyscrapers a'
♪ It's hard to get a start in these parts without paper I'
♪ Homie, I grew up in hell, a block away from heaven ♪
♪ That corner every 15 minutes, they moving seven ♪
♪ Pure snow, bag it, then watch it go a'
♪ Occupational options, get some blow or some hos a'
♪ Shoot the ball or the strap, learn to rap or to jack a'
♪ Fuck it, man, in the meantime, go 'head and pump a pack ♪
♪ This my regal, royal flow, my James Bond bounce a'
♪ That 007, that's 62 on my count ♪
♪ I'm an undercover liar, I lie under the covers ♪
♪ Look a bitch in the eyes and tell her, "Baby, I love ya" ♪
♪ You're my inspiration, you're my motivation ♪
♪ You're the reason that I'm moving with no hesitation ♪
♪ They say this is a big, rich town a'
♪ Yeah, I just come from the poorest part ♪
♪ Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it a'
♪ This is where it goes down a'
- ♪ Oh, yeah ♪ - ♪ Yeah ♪
♪ I just happen to come up hard a'
♪ Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it ♪
(phone ringing)
(groans)
(phone continues ringing)
(chuckles)
Good morning.
We need to talk. Now.
- You here alone? - Not anymore.
What's going on, James?
Why'd you feel the need to come to my apartment this early?
It couldn't wait until later?
When's the last time you talked to Proctor?
I don't know, uh, last week maybe?
You wouldn't have heard of any criminal investigation
involving him, would you?
Proctor?
No, I mean, they're probably still digging into him
after he was thrown off of your case,
but I haven't heard anything about any real charges.
Do you know something I should know?
No.
It's just that with my case still pending, of course,
I want to make sure he's not involved
in something that could touch us, that's all.
Us?
Well, if you... or I...
Were implicated in anything,
I'm quite sure I would've heard about it by now.
You want me to make some phone calls?
- No, don't worry about it. - All right.
Well, if you don't mind.
Hmm. I didn't know you had a lady.
(exhales)
I wouldn't call her my lady.
You know how it is these days.
It's a gray area.
Well, if need any help cleaning up around here,
Tasha can put you in touch with our housekeeper.
- She's great. - Nah, I'm good.
Thanks. I'll see you.
You still thinking about going to war with the Jimenez?
They haven't responded back with an answer on my offer.
Got me watching my phone like I'm hoping they gonna ask me to prom.
Look, we just met with them.
Yo, are the Serbians on board with this?
We handle this right,
Jason ain't got to know nothing.
This is some dirt that we can clean up ourselves.
And what the fuck are you questioning me for?
If we don't hear from them by midnight, you tell everybody to strap up.
Bodies are gonna fuckin' drop.
(sighs) Well, you know I'm ready.
And the boys will be, too.
Yep.
Three more trucks. Probably four hours, tops.
All right.
I gotta go, but I'll hit you later.
Got some shit I gotta do.
(whispers) Fuck.
(cell phone chimes)
Mike.
What're, uh, what are you doing here?
Yesterday, Mak brought me in alone.
He said he needed some final information on Donovan.
Great, they're serious about looking at Donovan as the mole.
Yeah.
Did you talk to Mak alone, too?
Nah, I haven't.
Why?
Saxe, you and I still have an agreement
to work with each other, right?
To bring Greg's real killer to justice.
Come on, Mike, I want Donovan to pay for what he did
as much as you do.
I find out anything, I'll let you know.
Okay, we'll talk soon.
(car door shuts)
Tasha.
Hello?
Girl!
I saw you on television.
You sure that was the right thing to do?
Terry said that it was important for me
to look like I'm standing right by Ghost.
So, I did it for the case.
Terry? The lawyer, Silver?
Y'all still talking?
Yeah.
Look, 'Keisha, I gotta tell you something.
Raina: Mom?
- Hey. - Hey, sweetheart.
Hey. Um, I want to show this to you.
Raina.
What happened to your arm?
I just... bumped into someone at school.
Anyways.
What do you think about me going there?
- What is this, a school? - Mm-hmm.
Why do you want to change?
Let me see this.
You can see why she want to change.
Place looks like a got damn resort.
- 'Keisha. - (laughs) Auntie 'Keisha,
- they have really rigorous academics. - Mm-hmm.
My guidance counselor says they let a few kids transfer in
over winter break, or in the spring.
But, baby, I just don't understand
why would you want to go to a school
away from your family all of a sudden?
Raina: I just do.
Will you think about it?
Please?
All right, sure, I Will.
Go ahead, get your stuff ready for school.
All right. Bye.
Tariq, go ahead and get your coat.
We're getting ready to leave in a minute.
(cell phone chimes)
Hey, Mister Steve.
Hey, young lady, good morning.
(distant sirens wailing)
Always good to be back in the neighborhood.
Of course it is. Of course it is.
- We ready to start? - Almost.
Just waiting on one more party.
Oh, I thought it was just you and I.
Wanted to maximize the optics.
What better way than introducing you and one of the young kids
you helped save from the neighborhood?
You're okay with that, right?
(car door shuts)
- Yeah, yeah, great. - Andre!
- Councilman. - Mm, thanks for coming down.
- Thanks for having me. James. - Andre.
So, uh, shall we get started?
- Let's do it. - Let's go.
So Mike came to your house last night?
Yes. He talked to my daughter.
Told her not to tell me that he came by.
He didn't realize that I had custody of them over the weekend.
He thought I'd be home alone.
Maybe he just wanted to talk about the case.
- Bullshit. - He told Mak
that Donovan was the mole, right?
I think he went over there to kill you
because dead men can't exonerate themselves.
Ain't that about a bitch. Oh, fuck.
Before I came here this morning,
Mike asked if we were still working together
to prove Donovan is the mole.
- I told him yes. - You double-crossing piece of shit, man...
No, hey, hey, mistakes were made, maybe.
But if Angela's right, and he's looking to kill and frame somebody,
we go to Mak, we better have enough for an arrest warrant,
or we're all gonna be on Mike's hit list.
The tape shows him going up the stairs at Truth.
No angle showing him with the gun.
No footage of him planting it in the office.
It's a double, triple at best, no home run.
Do we have anything else?
Yeah.
I've got something.
(beeping, clicks)
St. Patrick gave me this phone.
It came from a Lobos contact, Hugo Sanchez.
- What? - How the fuck did he get it, Angela?
A couple of days before Greg died,
I called the last number dialed from this phone.
It was another burner cell.
Someone inside the Federal Building picked up.
They didn't say anything, so I couldn't tell who it was.
It wasn't Greg, because he was in Babylon at the time
with Agent Medina, interviewing Kate Egan.
And if you didn't have that phone, Saxe...
- And I didn't. - It was Mike.
He was working with Hugo Sanchez for Lobos.
He's the mole, he killed Greg,
and planted the phone to cover his tracks.
You can't prove that.
Maybe Greg hid it in his own apartment
because he was the mole.
Yeah, right. He hid it after he wiped off his own prints.
And then he shot himself to cover it up.
And then his motherfucking ghost hid the murder weapon at Truth.
We can't introduce the phone anyway.
Where'd St. Patrick get it, Angela?
Did he tell you?
I thought not.
We're saying that a US attorney
worked as a mole for a Mexican drug cartel,
then murdered an FBI agent,
framed that agent as the mole,
then tried to frame a second man for the agent's murder.
Yes.
Saxe: Okay, great.
And our evidence is an inconclusive tape
and a burner cell with a shaky chain of custody?
Also yes.
If we're right, Sandoval's one of the biggest criminals in DOJ history,
and we don't have shit to prove it!
It's not like he's gonna confess.
So what are we gonna do now?
All right.
Hey, listen, I want to see you at that next town hall.
Or I'm coming for you.
Hey! How you doing?
Remember, keep the faith!
Bless you. Bless you, sister.
See, we reinvest in a community
by establishing businesses
that are owned by the people who live here
or businesses that service them.
Now, imagine, health, education,
fitness, arts, all in one.
The Queens Child Project.
- I like that. - Yeah.
A building that can become the new after-school hub for our youth.
You got my ear and my full support. Where can I help?
Well, you know better than anyone
how difficult business can be in these neighborhoods.
The problem is, they're nestled deep in areas
infested by drugs and crime,
crime that only gets worse and worse by the day.
- Right? - Yeah.
And now, I have to figure a way to clean it all up.
The board wants as little resistance as possible when rebuilding.
But, James, this is what it's about.
This is our chance to make a difference.
And it starts now.
An opportunity to rebuild this community, the community I grew up in?
Come on, I can't be more excited.
- I'm ready to get both these hands dirty. - That's what I want to hear.
Uh, listen, if we don't get rid of these drug dealers,
- no matter what we build... - (cell phone rings)
It won't be the change that you and I want to see.
- I'm sorry, I gotta grab this. - Oh, no.
Yeah, Tate, yeah.
It would've been dope to have a spot like that
when I was growing up in the hood, man.
- Yo. - Listen, Dre.
I don't like surprises. You can't give me a heads up?
Look, Tate called and said you'd be cool with it.
Keep the legit image and all that.
And these D boys,
Los Toros standing on the same land I traded for Julio?
Yeah. That's them.
How'd Tommy's meeting go with them?
Look, man, Tommy had demands that they couldn't approve,
so it led to him meeting with the Jimenez.
- Tommy met with the Jimenez? - Yes, yes.
And it didn't go well.
We was asking for territory and access to the ports in Cali.
Dog, they haven't responded yet,
and Tommy's ready to strap up right now.
Honestly, I don't think that Tommy's thinking this through.
- Shit. - So you need to talk to your mans.
A goddamn war right now? No good for anybody.
Where's Tommy right now?
(music playing)
Ma!
♪ Delta Dawn, what's that flower you have on? ♪
- (knocking continues) - Tommy: Yo, Ma!
♪ Could be a faded rose from days gone by? ♪
- Tommy: Ma! - Mm.
All right.
- ♪ And did I hear you say ♪ - (knocking continues)
♪ He was a-meeting you here today ♪
Turn that fucking shit off.
Two seconds in, you're gonna start with me?
Can we try to be normal?
- Good morning, son. - The hell with that.
- (clicks music off) - (sighs)
Tell me about my father.
Um... okay.
Um, same as I've always told you.
He left when you were too young to remember,
and... he died a short time after.
Where did you meet him?
Atlantic City.
I was dancing at the Tropicana.
I told you this already.
Why do you want to know about your father all of a sudden?
Because I spoke to some guy named Tony Teresi last night.
Motherfucker said he was my dad.
He said he met you in A.C. and that he likes redheads.
That's why I'm asking you, Ma.
(chuckles)
This Teresi,
did he have any reason to fuck with you?
Yeah, maybe.
That is some sick fuckin' joke!
Maybe he knew your father.
Maybe that talked about me.
I don't know.
But he left us.
And he's dead.
And I don't want you thinking about it anymore, okay?
I don't know what this Teresi wants you to do,
but if I were you, I would stay away from him.
Can I listen to Helen now?
Go ahead.
(cell phone vibrates)
- (clicks music on) - ♪ Could it be a faded rose... ♪
- (humming) - Sup, Ghost?
Yeah, fine. I'll be right there.
♪ Hear you say he was a-meeting you here today ♪
Bye, hon.
♪ To take you to his mansion in the sky ♪
- I don't know. - (speaking Spanish)
- No fucking idea. - They called, I came.
- We'll know in a minute. - (door opens)
- Oh, there you go. - All right, so listen up.
Gonna make this quick.
- What up, boy? - A'ight.
There may be a war coming with the Jimenez cartel.
With them Spanish niggas, bro?
Yeah, bro, so everybody needs to strap up.
From niggas on the corner to everybody in this room.
You call us down here to tell us that we're going to war with the Jimenez?
Man... (speaking Spanish)
Sound like a fucking Tommy problem.
Tommy's a hothead, Dre. What is he thinking?
I don't know what he's thinking.
A'ight, but it's his call.
We get the order, we do what we gotta do and hold our ground.
Hold our ground with who?
I got kids running for me, not soldiers.
Yeah, and I got people I gotta answer to.
I can't just tell them that we're gonna go to war with the Jimenez
because Tommy said so.
Yeah, he's right, Dre. Why is this happening?
Doesn't matter why it's happening.
The connect wants to go to war, we fucking go to war.
I'll give word if we gotta move. That's it.
Yo, Dre.
- Yo, you sure you want to do this, man? - Of course not, man.
I just became the fucking distro.
I didn't think killing Julio would start a fucking war.
Yeah, well, doesn't seem like you're alone with that.
What's the next move, then?
Look, man, I don't know, but whatever it is,
we gotta be on the same page
and we gotta be a step ahead of Tommy somehow.
Tommy: Yo, Ghost.
I hear you want to go to war with the Jimenez.
Did you know Tony Teresi thinks he's my father?
That's why he wanted me to call.
I had my suspicions. I couldn't confirm it.
- What did he want? - To get to know me.
Something about family being the most important thing.
- I asked Kate. - What did she say?
She said that he was full of shit.
But you was inside with him. What you think?
Is there any way that this guy is telling the truth?
You both got blue eyes. I don't know. Could be.
- But, listen, about the Jimenez... - What you want me to do?
Sit around and wait for the Jimenez
to take their sweet fucking time
and finally decide to either A... agree to my terms,
which they should have done in the room,
or B... strategize how to wipe us off the fuckin' map?
And you sure your people got your back?
You telling me they gonna go to the mattresses for Julio?
What about Chicago? They gonna back you up if shit goes south?
There's a way to legitimately force the Jimenez to deal,
because we got history with them.
I told 'em I killed LObOS.
They didn't fucking flinch.
Yeah, but how did you tell them, brother?
Look, alls I'm saying is, they gotta play ball.
They gotta give you whatever you want because you got leverage.
I don't want to start a war I'm not sure I can win.
But I can't go back there and negotiate against myself
because then they would just fuck me like the pussy I would be.
Yo, you so sure about this, why don't you pitch it?
I can't do that... how I look sitting down with a fuckin' drug cartel right now?
I'm thinking that if a fucking war backs itself up on you,
you gonna look a whole lot worse.
I mean, you want shit done the way you want shit done?
You're gonna have to get those hands dirty.
I'll come.
Ah, fuck.
No sudden moves.
What the hell, man? My daughter's school?
I know it's your daughter's school.
I came by to talk to you a couple nights ago at your place.
I didn't expect to see John Mak there.
You didn't think you should tell me about that?
There's nothing to tell.
Really? Then why was he there?
Bailey Markham, the guy who had Knox's recording.
They looked into his phone records.
They saw one of the last numbers he called was mine.
The cell tower above my place picked up his phone.
But by itself, that doesn't prove anything.
This is pretty fucking bad, Joe.
You're telling me? But that's Tommy's fault.
And it's Tommy's fault that he let you
get rid of Markham's body and the recording, too.
You think I fuckin' held on to 'em?
I think it's a way to protect yourself.
In case you get busted, sell us the fuck down the river to save you.
If I was gonna do that, I'd have done it already.
I'd be on the golf course right now in Arizona.
James, there is nothing for them to find.
No body, no recording,
no murder weapon, no crime scene.
They are just trying to scare me
to get me to say something, anything.
- Which you won't do. - Which I won't.
Look, I don't know how to be any more clear.
And whether I like it or not,
we are in this shit together.
(Sighs)
This whole rolling up unannounced stuff, it's more of a Tommy thing.
Man, I don't know who to trust.
Still me.
If Mak reaches out again,
you reach out to me.
Understood.
(Sighs)
(doorbell rings)
Who is it?
Tommy: Yeah, I'm looking for Sammy.
He around?
- Sammy? - Yeah.
He'll be back in a couple of minutes.
He went down to the store for me.
Here.
Thanks.
Ooh, it smells good in here.
What you making?
- Osso buco? - Yeah.
Come on in.
- Egan, right? - Yeah, that's right.
I must have made an impression.
Yo, you look good.
So much better than the last time I was here.
(TV playing softly)
I don't remember any Egans from the neighborhood in Brooklyn.
No, I'm from Queens. Born and raised.
Your parents, they from, uh, Queens?
Yeah, my mom is.
I'm just asking because Tony never mentioned you.
Well, our business is new.
That's Tony, right here?
Yeah, look at that.
Teresi was a handsome man back in the day.
Yes, he was.
Hey. You got any water?
I do. I've got water.
I also have whiskey.
Now you're speaking my language. That's better.
So your mother, what's her name?
Tommy: My mother?
Why you asking about my mother?
Just curious.
Well... you said you don't know no...
Egans.
(plastic scratches)
I'm guessing that you don't know her.
Oh, come on, I bet she's got one of those pretty Irish names.
Moira.
Cathleen.
Siobhan.
(chuckles)
I'm curious.
- What's her name? - Kate.
Kate.
- Kate Egan. - Yeah.
You're right. I don't know a Kate Egan.
- (cell phone vibrates) - Oh, sorry.
Getting a call.
Yeah, I gotta bounce, but thank you.
- (sets glass) - Ah.
Hey, good to see you.
And tell Sammy to reach out to me.
(door opens)
- Damn. - I know, that's right.
But careful, kitty got claws.
Ah, Mr. Jimenez.
- Please, call me Diego. - Diego.
- Nice to meet you. - Pleasure.
Tommy, good to see you.
- Tommy. - Ah.
- Good to see you again. - My pleasure.
You must be Ghost.
So, we're still considering
your former partner's business proposal.
Please.
Mr. Egan asked for quite a bit
in exchange for the death of his distributor.
I must say first,
I take Julio's murder very personally.
That deal was brokered with the Toros Locos under you, Diego.
And I know that you pride yourselves on being people of your word.
True.
But we're here now.
We are here now.
We did you a favor with Lobos.
We knocked out your biggest competitor
with no collateral damage done to your organization whatsoever.
You know that now,
yet you still have not agreed.
We know what this is.
The Jimenez cartel's symbol, "La Arafia" card.
Your organization has left that on...
Rough estimate here... Hundreds of dead bodies.
Your reputation precedes you.
Nothing governs like fear.
But what if you were exposed as a fraud?
What do you mean?
He means what if they made it known we didn't kill Lobos,
but we took credit for it anyway.
We all know that what matters most in this game is juice.
More than weight, more than money... Money can't buy respect.
If you didn't kill Lobos, someone else did.
Someone else should be feared more than you.
You give us the territory,
access to the ports,
and your little secret is safe with us.
If you don't, you're exposed.
Wow.
(chuckles)
Killing us ain't gonna stop the truth from getting out.
You think we so stupid we ain't got a plan B?
Diego. (Speaking Spanish)
So you would confess to this murder...
just to hurt us?
You would go to jail.
We have safeguards against that problem, Miss Jimenez.
The people who know what really happened,
they're invested in our survival.
Access to the ports, the land.
It's only right after what happened to Julio.
You have until tomorrow to give us an answer.
We'll be in touch.
(car doors open, shut)
- How'd it go? - They'll come around.
Still no answer.
If we don't hear from them tomorrow, we go to war.
Angela's saying I planted the gun?
That's impossible.
I never went into the office, and I most definitely did not kill Greg.
That's what I said.
I'm sure Mak will see it that way.
Wait, wait, wait, she's going to Mak with this?
Yeah, but I don't think she has enough for a warrant.
The tape she has shuts off before you get upstairs.
Drink up. Next round's on me.
Can I get a... Sorry, |-| can't.
Uh, I gotta run.
Thanks for having my back, Coop.
You see this picture?
That's our house in Flushing, before we moved to South Jamaica.
And that little baby right there,
that little baby is me.
So if my father is dead,
who the fuck is Tony Teresi?
And why the fuck is he holding me outside our house?
If you lie to me one more fuckin' time, Ma!
Okay, fine.
- Fine, Teresi is your father. - Oh, my God.
Is that what you wanted to hear?
- Oh, my God. - I wanted to explain...
Get the fuck away from me!
He came to the house.
He held you for a minute.
I took the picture.
Then he-he left.
He said he'd be back in a half an hour. He never came back!
Tommy, don't you get it?
He left you!
He left us with nothing!
Whatever he wants, it's no good.
You can't trust Tony Teresi, Tommy, I should know!
(grunts)
Tommy!
(knocking)
This is a surprise.
Sorry to come by unannounced.
- I was hoping you had a minute. - Sure. Come in.
Can I get you anything to drink?
No, thank you. I'm fine.
Just came by to check in.
- I feel like you and I need to talk. - Sure.
What'd you want to talk about?
You sure you don't any?
I know you want to talk to Mak about me.
You think I'm the mole, that I killed Greg.
You talked to Saxe.
I know it was you who passed along the information
about Lobos's transfer.
And I know who you did it with.
Nice try.
But even if any of that were true,
you'd have no way of proving I did any of it.
If you could, I'd be in cuffs right now.
What's that supposed to be?
That's you,
leaving the Lobos contact Hugo Sanchez's apartment.
And that right there, that's Greg.
Here's what I think happened.
After you heard Sanchez was killed,
you went over to his place to cover your tracks.
What you didn't know was that Greg saw you.
- I was investigating. - The next morning,
Greg called the Federates.
He was checking out that Lobos tip you supposedly got from them.
The tip that would have taken us across town
from where we actually arrested him.
That was real information, Angela.
Later that day, he called you.
I think you went over to his place,
and when you were there, the Federates called him back.
He must have realized you were the mole,
and you shot him to protect your secret.
Angela, this is bullshit.
I know you want an answer for Greg's death, we all do...
When we were prosecuting St. Patrick,
you handled Greg's phone records.
But you never mentioned the calls to and from the Federates, Mike.
You redacted them from the records.
There would be no reason to do that unless they implicated you.
What did Lobos have on you?
Did he threaten you?
Was it your family? Your daughter?
You have no idea what it's like
to be in a situation where if you make one mistake,
the person you love most dies.
He was going to kill my daughter.
Son of a bitch.
Did he just admit to being the mole for Lobos?
Sounds like a fucking admission to me.
We wait. I need a real confession.
The last time this son of a bitch had his back up against the wall,
he killed a federal agent, Mak! My friend. I'm not waiting.
- Damn it. - Not this time.
I'm going in, Saxe. You wait here and listen.
You still have time to make this right.
We can go to Mak together...
I can't let you take me down, Angela.
I didn't have a choice, but you did.
I will go to Mak myself and tell him everything I have on you.
Angela: On me?
What, you don't think in all my meetings with Lobos your name didn't come up?
You don't have anything on me.
- I'm innocent. - (scoffs)
Innocent Mike, why do you have a gun?
- It's a gun. - (radio static clicks)
Gun. Suspect is armed. Repeat... suspect is armed.
None of us are innocent, Angela.
We all have dirty hands, especially you.
(static hissing)
Whoa, what the fuck? What happened to the signal?
- Uh, I don't know. - Well, get it back on, now! Come on!
I never wanted it to come to this.
But you just wouldn't leave it the fuck alone!
Mike, please, you don't have to do this.
There's another way out.
- Turn around. - Mike...
(Speaking Spanish)
I will say you became belligerent.
Aggressive.
I came over here to confront you,
expose you as a co-conspirator with James St. Patrick,
and you... you came at me.
We struggled. You went for my weapon.
I had no choice.
It was self-defense.
How will you sell self-defense if you shoot me in the back?
What?
Fuck.
(groaning)
Look at me.
You still have a chance to cover yourself.
Why? Why do you want to help me?
The FBI's gonna burst in here any second.
You don't have any other options.
You're not a murderer. You're a witness.
Go, go, go!
(indistinct radio chatter)
Angela, I need you to lower your weapon.
What? Oh.
- Woman on radio: Shots were fired. - Tag and bag it. Get Sandoval outta here.
(indistinct radio chatter)
- You all right, Angela? - I'm fine.
We made arrangements to lock him up
nice and tight at the MCC, protective custody.
He went for his gun, I...
I only had a second to protect myself.
(indistinct radio chatter)
(door buzzes)
(chatter)
(door locks)
Look who it is.
God, it's good to see you. You haven't changed a bit.
Stay out of Tommy's fucking life. Like we agreed.
Come on, I'm an old man. I want to see my son.
I'm only gonna say this once.
Stay away from Tommy or I'll tell Connie
about us and about the son that she doesn't know about.
I may be stuck inside here,
but it has never been a good idea to threaten me.
You take it how you will. Stay away from my fucking son!
- (footsteps recede) - (door opens)
(hip-hop music playing)
Take these, and go knock on that door up there.
Somebody come to the door,
holler at 'em long enough so that you can peek inside.
You don't see nobody, you give us a nod, a'ight?
Think you can handle that?
Mm.
Nigga, you getting ready for a fashion show?
Fuck you doing?
Man, I live in a neighborhood like this. I'm a black kid.
If I want them to open the door, I gotta look the part.
Told you the little nigga knew what he was doing.
(doorbell rings)
- Can I help you? - Yes, I'm with the local school,
and we're selling candy bars for our swim team.
And I was wondering if you could make a donation
by purchasing one of our chocolate bars.
You swim?
Yes, 100 backstroke and 100 butterfly.
I'm trying to get my times right so I can swim at nationals this year.
My son swam when he was at school, too.
Of course he gave it all up when he went to college,
but I'm sure your mother is very proud of you.
As long as I'm making her smile, it's worth it.
Come on in.
I'll check and see how much cash I have in my purse, okay?
Do you have change for a 20? 'Cause I don't... Oh, my God.
Yeah, say something, I'll blow your motherfucking head off!
- Leave him alone! - Take us to the fucking safe now!
Take his cell phone.
His little ass say anything wrong, you kill him.
Ow! Ow, no!
Shit.
(whimpering)
You played the hell out of that shit, yo.
Sorry about the punch,
I had to make it look real, you know what I'm saying?
Get up.
You stay down here and keep quiet.
When you see me go upstairs, you get out of here.
We meet up later.
You're doing good, man.
(muffled) Open the safe, fucking right now!
Fuckin' open up the safe!
(muffled crying)
(rumbling)
(muffled sobbing)
Woman: No!
(woman crying)
No, please, please. Please.
(woman crying)
Just go, I'm not gonna say anything.
Hey, yo, nigga, what the fuck?
- Get off her. - You worry about the loot!
(woman crying)
No.
Brains, tell him to stop!
I really wish you didn't just say that.
Oh, no, no, no, no, please.
I won't say anything...
Yo, where'd he go?
Tariq!
♪ Oh shit, what the hell have we done? ♪
♪ It's alive and it's hungry as fuck ♪
♪ Better hide all the snacks and the dough ♪
♪ But it's out of my control you are shit out of luck a'
♪ I don't wanna be unfair but the pair we got beat weak shit you got a'
- ♪ True God ♪ - ♪ Blew up the spot ♪
♪ Crew drops do up ya squad without nuance a'
♪ I don't wanna sound unkind but the sounds I make ♪
♪ Are the sounds of the hounds that are howling under your bed a'
♪ I'm here growling same time under the blanket you're cowering ♪
♪ Cowering like cowards cowering in concrete showers in Rikers Island ♪
♪ Victims, we the wolves that's wilding we often smilin' at sights of violence ♪
(cell phone vibrates)
♪ Run the jewels, jewels, jewels, jewels ♪
(cell phone chimes)
♪ Run the jewels, jewels, jewels, jewels I'
(cell phone chimes)
Mak: How exactly did we get here, Mike?
I'll give you everything you want.
In exchange, I want immunity.
And why would I do that?
Because if you don't,
I'll say that every single one of the hundred or so cases I closed
was done with influence from Felipe Lobos.
And the scandal alone will rock the United States Attorney's Office
for the next 20 years.
You'd be buried in appeals and wrongful conviction suits.
A trail from here to California with you as the head
of the Mike Sandoval clean-up committee.
Your whole career, up in smoke.
Or you can give me what I want,
and be the hero.
I'll see what I can do.
(door opens)
AUSA Valdes.
- This is a surprise. - (door shuts)
I'm sure you'll be updated,
but an arrest was made in the murder of Special Agent Gregory Knox.
Mike Sandoval.
Mike Sandoval?
The Head of Criminal?
Jesus, that man stood in court
and accused James of the same murder he committed?
He's being remanded to the MCC tonight,
where he'll be held until his transfer to protective custody.
So James really was innocent?
Yes. He really was.
I'll give him the good news.
And Proctor, too.
He won't hear any other way.
- Sure, of course. - Thanks, Terry.
- (footsteps recede) - (door opens)
(elevator bell chimes)
Terry.
Uh, what are you doing here?
Didn't mean to startle you, Mrs. St. Patrick.
The doorman let me up.
"Mrs. St. Patrick"?
Ghost: Silver. I got your message.
What's so urgent? Everything cool?
Way better than cool.
Last night, the FBI made an arrest
for the murder of Agent Greg Knox.
Oh, my God. What does this mean for James?
That he'll officially be cleared of all charges.
Are you serious?
I'm happy to say you are no longer in need of my services.
- Oh. - (soft chuckle)
I'm sure you two have a lot to celebrate.
Listen, Silver, before you leave,
I know, you know, we haven't always seen eye to eye,
but I gotta thank you, man.
So, who'd they arrest?
Mike Sandoval.
I'll be damned.
He's awaiting arraignment to the MCC, though.
I'm sure Mak and company will use the allotted 48 hours
to question the hell out of him.
All that time as Lobos's mole,
prosecutor's gold mine.
You know what, Tasha, |'ma go call Simon Stern immediately.
Relay the good news to him.
This news is huge for our project.
Again, thank you, Silver.
He came by my place the other day.
- What does he know? - Nothing.
Well... well, we still need to be careful.
You left this at my apartment.
Shit.
I should get going, uh, there's gonna be some paperwork
that needs to be signed to make everything official.
Of course. |'|I...
I'll let James know you had to go.
Look, Terry,
I know this is complicated, but I...
Well, why don't we have dinner this weekend
and talk it over?
Okay.
(elevator bell chimes)
Are you sure we can trust him?
We don't have any clue what Sandoval knows, Tommy.
Gotta know what we're looking at if he talks, I mean.
No telling what crazy motherfucking Lobos told him about us.
Proctor: And we should proceed on that basis.
Sorry I'm late.
James, I took the precautions you suggested
to make sure I wasn't followed.
Mind if I make one of those?
- Knock yourself out. - Thank you.
(Sighs)
- (drink pours) - Well, this is some shit.
You being prosecuted by the man
who pulled the fucking trigger himself?
If you had been convicted, the appeal process
would have been a fucking field day.
Tommy: Yeah, well, he wasn't.
So you can talk yourself out of that legal hard-on you got thinking about it.
- We got a new problem. - Yeah?
Yeah, we sure do.
Look, Sandoval's gonna flip, and fast.
The question is, what's he gonna say when he does?
If he knows you're Ghost, he can testify to that.
If he knows you two killed Lobos...
Oh, he tells them that, we're fucked.
Proctor: And if he knows the two of you have been
running a criminal organization this entire time,
he could spell RICO prosecution for all three of us.
Not if he ain't alive to testify.
Sandoval's being held in the MCC.
He is a high-value asset for the Feds.
It is only a matter of time before he's put in protective custody.
So this gotta go down right now.
- (pouring drink) - But how?
We gotta find someone who we can really trust.
I mean, we not talking about just some fucking thug here.
We're sitting here talking about killing a fucking United States Attorney
in a federal prison.
What about Teresi?
No way, Tommy. We can't trust Teresi.
Yeah, but we can trust what he wants.
Me.
If I ask him to do it, he'll do it.
Yeah, but what is he gonna want in return?
I gotta agree with James. Why is Teresi an option?
Why would you think you can trust him?
Ghost, I know it seems risky,
but what are you gonna do, break back in there and do it yourself?
This gotta happen and it's gotta happen now.
Are you sure about this?
What other option do we got?
- (keys clacking) - (beep)
(line ringing)
Teresk Jeez, it took you long enough, kid.
I thought you forgot about me.
I guess you believe me now, huh?
I need your help.
Well, if it's fatherly advice you're looking for,
I got tons of it.
Like never play cards with a guy
whose got the same first name as a city.
(both chuckle)
Look, you got a roommate in there.
The guy's not good for me.
You got a name?
Just like that? No questions?
No.
You're family.
Diego: Uriel, I hope for your sake
that something of merit comes from this meeting.
Yeah, me, too.
And you.
I'm sure Tommy or Ghost don't know you're here.
So what can I do for you?
What if I told you I could deliver Tommy's entire organization
and I can do it without starting a war?
I'd probably stand here and pretend to listen to you,
but I'd be wondering why it is that you're offering me this deal.
Because it's the best deal you'll ever get in your life.
Look, I don't know what you're getting ready to do,
but I know Tommy going to war is wrong.
His hold on his primeras is weak.
They don't trust him.
But they trust me. They'll follow me.
Cristobal?
Is that true?
(Speaking Spanish)
Uriel?
He has the support of Los Toros Locos.
You're here taking a position against your connect.
Why should we trust you?
Because I want to be the biggest goddamn drug dealer in New York City.
And I can't do that working for Tommy.
That's great, but we have plenty of primeras,
plenty of territory.
Why should we take additional risks when we don't have to,
when we can easily murder you right here...
and your friends by sunrise?
Gracias.
I have direct connections to the Bassett Hotel Crew.
They have over 20 hotels and nightclubs all across the world.
I can arrange that your drugs be sold
in each one of those hotels and nightclubs.
A whole new revenue stream.
If you can do that...
we'd be very much interested.
Thought you would. I just need some time.
We will give Tommy what he wants to buy you some time.
But you don't have forever.
We can make a lot of money.
If you fuck this up...
I'll kill you myself.
Doctor: All right, man, you're all set to be transferred into protective custody.
Just give me a second to grab some antibiotics.
♪ So let me tell them, yo ♪
♪ 'Cause I was the best man when D2 got married a'
♪ The pallbearer when Depz got carried a'
♪ I lost count of times that I got bellied ♪
♪ And risked my freedom for prick ♪ - I' And then what? I'
♪ Yeah I was inside, me and Remtrex got padded ♪
♪ Told him strap bars, don't stay strallied ♪
♪ All of the hype on road's invalid ♪
♪ Don't risk your freedom for this ♪
♪ Now you're back inside looking at a big ride ♪
♪ So holla me fam if you need anything ♪
♪ I know how it goes 'cause I've been on the wing ♪
♪ I was with Hecki and Keem on the wing a'
♪ Had it on lock before I got locked ♪
♪ Nearly at the top, yeah, I've been near the brink ♪
♪ These bitches want to go to the club a'
♪ Tell 'em go back home, go clean up your sink ♪
♪ If you think Jaykae ain't saying anything a'
♪ Walk in the yard, go straight to the fridge ♪
♪ Built that shit now I'm breaking the bridge ♪
♪ Wanna come Small Heath? Do a straight to the bridge a'
♪ So leap in man are taking the piss ♪
♪ Cut all the bullshit straight to the biz a'
♪ I was the guy that stood up and took charge ♪
♪ When Vades had a brain hemorrhage a'
♪ I was the guy who jumped out the car a'
♪ And ran down the guy that was stabbing up Sox ♪
♪ I was the guy at Sidewinder who got stabbed up and everybody watched... a'
♪ If you want me then you better pay me dough a'
♪ This Jaykae's not Jay Z's flow ♪
♪ Used to shot work 'cause it made me dough ♪
♪ That's a Iikkle man ting like a baby-grow ♪
♪ Phoned up the boys in jail in the background I can hear me on the radio ♪
♪ I was the guy who told Soulja that you got to let KD go a'
♪ Now, KD's gone... R-I-P... Ay, yo, I feel that shit for his Nan and his Mum ♪
♪ My man wanted to be like us, so he put on his shoes and we brang him along ♪
♪ I was in jail when my Grandma died...' ♪
- It's done. - Ghost: Cool.
Teresi came through, so...
what do we got to do for him?
Nothing.
(cell phone vibrates)
Yo. Dre, talk to me.
Yo, so the Jimenez reached out to Uriel.
They agreed to it all.
Territory, access to the ports.
Everything.
No shit?
You damn right they did.
Spread the word, ASAP.
No war.
Ain't no doubt.
(cell phone beeps)
You really think you can pull off what you said to the Jimenez
and Tommy won't know?
(scoffs) Absolutely.
They agreed to everything.
We both get what we want and no war.
- Look at that. - Yeah.
I guess we're still a pretty good team.
Absolutely.
♪ Invading alone, yeah, you can hold that ♪
♪ I can get my own back off my own back ♪
♪ You can phone me but I won't phone back' ♪
♪ You don't owe me and I don't owe jack a'
♪ And it's cold out here, best mind you don't lack ♪
♪ No picture when you get a throwback a'
♪ Ask man who got a problem with that? It's as simple as that ♪
♪ I used to wake up and not know what I'll do for the day ♪
♪ 'Till I had a yout' on the way a'
♪ I need a mansion now when are you going to pay? ♪
♪ No better get down Iettin' loose when I spray ♪
♪ I'm a boss with lyrics, a boss with digits ♪
♪ I'm the big boss and I'll squash these midgets ♪
♪ No filters, family this ain't gimmicks a'
♪ I might bring the six but this ain't Quidditch...' ♪
♪ We got problems, it ain't finished ♪
Consider that community problem all taken care of.
We can now push forward to the next step
and earn the developmental contract.
Wow.
Well, that's exciting news.
Here, sir, that's for you.
Ah, thank you, uh... I do have to ask.
- How did you do it? - Well, I knew some people
that were familiar with that element.
They owed me a favor.
And, of course, I wanted to make it happen,
so I made it happen.
- (both chuckle) - What a day for Mr. James St. Patrick.
- Mm. - Fully exonerated
and making a dent in the community.
Here's to the Queens Child Project.
- QCP. - Cheers to that.
Tariq.
That you, son'?
Hey, I want you to come in here and meet someone special.
This gentleman right here standing in front of you with the gray suit
is the legendary Councilman Rashad Tate.
You're too kind.
- Councilman, this is my boy, Tariq. - Good to meet you, young man.
Nice to meet you, too.
You been out playing ball?
Uh, yeah, I was out hooping with some friends.
|'ma go take a shower and then start on my homework.
- Okay. - All right, good night, Dad.
- Good night, sir. - Good night.
(cell phone vibrates)
(chatter)
- Hey, Dad? - Yeah?
Rama's been talking about this school
in Connecticut named Choate?
Yeah, I-I'm familiar with it.
What, you want to go up there?
I don't know, maybe.
I heard they have some good science classes and some nice basketball courts.
Well, how about we talk about it in the morning, okay?
All right.
- Night, Dad. - Good night, son.
- Good night, sir. - Tate: Good night, Tariq.
Got yourself a superstar on your hand.
- He's a good boy. - Yeah, he is.
That boy's everything I've ever wanted him to be.
You're a lucky man.
Oh, come on now, Rashad.
We make our own luck.
(music playing)
♪ A cake, they want a piece of it ♪
♪ But my problems are the least of it ♪
♪ Yo, what's a leader without leadership?' ♪
♪ Had to break-fast like Weetabix, mad... ♪
How the fuck does something like this happen?
Nobody knew he was here.
Nobody but us.
Marshals are interviewing the inmates who were in the area,
but as of now, nobody's saying anything.
Mak: What a waste.
All his information dies with him.
♪ A boss with digits, I'm the big boss, and I'll squash these midgets ♪
♪ No filters, family, this ain't gimmicks a'
♪ I might bring the six but this ain't Quidditch I'
♪ I'm quite quick to flip it, rib cage with it a'
♪ We got problems it ain't finished ♪
♪ Now I make break on a How's ting ♪
♪ I'm best of both worlds, I'm mixed race init ♪
♪ Back then I never had a pot to piss in, Karma's a bitch I'
♪ Watch what you're wishin' inspiration became competition...' ♪
(Speaking Spanish)
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ Small leaf' ♪
(music playing)
♪ I really don't care what gang you bang ♪
♪ What set you claim on everything a'
- ♪ Nigga, put that on everything ♪ - ♪ I really don't really don't ♪
♪ Really don't care what clique you with ♪
♪ 'Cause when I trip ♪
- ♪ A nigga trip ♪ - ♪ Nigga, fuck your clique, nigga ♪
♪ Don't come around me on your sucker shit ♪
♪ I ain't the type to be fuckin' with ♪
♪ Lover boy want a tougher bitch a'
♪ Get the fuck around me, get the fuck around me a'
♪ I say this shit 'cause I mean this shit ♪
♪ Bentley Mulsanne, I'm clean as shit a'
♪ Seat back and I'm Ieanin', bitch ♪
♪ No no no no no no no no no you know how the shit go ♪
♪ Out the door O after O ♪
♪ That's more money, that's more money I'
♪ That's more money fo' sho' ♪
♪ I got a whole bunch of bad habits ♪
♪ That fly shit, I gotta have it ♪
♪ That pistol on me, I pack it a'
♪ Bitch, your fuckin' head, I'll crack it ♪
♪ Me and my pinky ring are like marriage I'
♪ Plus she cut ten carats a'
♪ I shine on 'em, get a line on 'em a'
♪ Send the wolves right there at 'em ♪
♪ I never said I'd get you by now a'
♪ You done heard I got you a'
♪ Heard all your homies was haulin' ass a'
♪ To that club tonight they shot you a'
♪ I really don't care what gang you bang ♪
♪ What set you claim on everything a'
- ♪ Nigga, put that on everything ♪ - ♪ I really don't really don't ♪
♪ Really don't care what clique you with ♪
♪ 'Cause when I trip, a nigga trip ♪
♪ Nigga, fuck your clique, nigga ♪