Power (2014) s06e09 Episode Script
Scorched Earth
1 GHOST: Previously on Power Ghost gave me the name of the person who killed Joey.
- Heâs got a friend in me for life.
- Yeah, sure.
The moment you let Tommy in the penthouse to kill me was the moment you were no longer my son, and now youâre my enemy.
You already had your opportunity to learn all about my best attribute.
Your loss, boo.
Iâm Quinton.
My friends call me Q.
Iâm Tasha.
I need you to plant a weapon.
Draw Jason to the location.
Iâll pull the trigger.
James St.
Patrickâs name recognition is off the charts.
If he goes to another team, thereâs no way youâre gonna make up the votes that go with him.
Iâm not worried about James St.
Patrick.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, donât shoot, look.
The Feds got a tracker on me, Spank.
They got me serving up Ghost.
Iâm playing both sides, Tommy.
I-I know I did some fucked-up shit with Coleman, but at the end of the day, youâll see it was worth it.
Youâre fired, Saxe.
Tommy is going down.
The only question is, which side of the bars are you gonna be on? Give me the paper.
Tasha, you know Iâm not a snitch! You signed the fucking papers, âKeisha! [BOTH GRUNTING, STRAINING.]
If I give this ring to your mother, that means the three of us is gonna be family.
- You all right with that? - Yeah.
[SOBBING.]
Tasha, please donât do this! [GUNSHOT.]
[DARK MUSIC.]
[GASPS.]
JOE: 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 Lifeâs full of twists and turns, bumps and bruises I live, I learn Iâm from that city full of yellow cabs and skyscrapers Itâs 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 moving 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 head and pump a pack This my regal royal flow, my James Bond bounce That 007, thatâs 62 on my count Iâm a undercover liar, I lie under the covers Look a bitch in the eyes and tell her baby I love ya Youâre my inspiration, youâre my motivation Youâre the reason that Iâm movinâ with no hesitation JOE: 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 Oh yeah I just happen to come up hard Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it [DARK, SOLEMN MUSIC.]
[MUSIC INTENSIFIES.]
[EXHALES.]
I canât believe LaKeishaâs gone, you know? Good looks on bringing me Cash, though.
I appreciate you.
No doubt, Kadeem.
Itâs the least I could do.
Heâs a good kid.
So whatâs up? We got no idea who did this shit or what? [OMINOUS MUSIC.]
I ainât sure but I promise you Iâma find out who did this shit and Iâma make it right.
Mm-hmm.
LaKeisha was a good woman.
Well, you need anything, you hit me.
Bet.
Cash gonna see you again or what? [INHALES.]
I got no idea.
Aâight, shit goes down, you know where Iâm at.
I âpreciate that.
Thomas Patrick Egan.
Youâre a busy man.
This better be quick.
I got shit to do.
Like running drugs, racketeering? Murdering your girlfriend? [TENSE MUSIC.]
You see, now, typically when an innocent man learns his girlfriend was murdered, he has more of an emotional reaction.
Yeah.
I found her body myself.
But you didnât call it in.
Where were you last night between the hours of 6:00 and 7:00 p.
m.
? Buying an engagement ring for LaKeisha at the mall.
Her son, Cash, was with me.
Check the cameras.
I will.
Whereâs Cash now? Heâs with his father, where he belongs.
Donât you fuck with that kid.
He told you, right? That we pulled over his mom and she agreed to cooperate with us, to testify against you.
Nah.
She told me what you done to her, but she wasnât gonna say shit against me.
I had no reason to kill her.
That was my girl to the end.
Well, if you didnât kill LaKeisha, then who else wanted to keep her quiet? I tell you what, genius.
You do your fuckinâ job, youâll find your answer.
If you ainât gonna arrest me, Iâma get on my way.
If you know who killed LaKeisha, let me handle it.
Donât seek revenge.
Youâre only gonna wind up hurting yourself.
Am I free to go? Weâll be watching you.
[CAR DOOR SLAMS.]
[ENGINE TURNING OVER.]
[ENGINE REVVING.]
[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS.]
We left the space wide open so it can be adapted to the buyerâs needs.
Itâs perfect.
REALTOR: Thereâs also the possibility for expansion.
No neighbors on either side of you.
Thatâs music to my ears.
Iâm as private as it goes.
A buyer with vision like yourself has a great turnkey opportunity here, but youâll have to be aggressive.
There are a lot of interested parties.
Itâs exactly what I need.
Iâll get the funds together right away.
If youâre serious, act quickly.
My office is already fielding offers.
Iâm confident that my offer will be the strongest.
Youâll have it in the morning.
Feel free to show yourself out.
I have to run to another appointment across town.
- Itâs been a pleasure.
- Thank you.
Thank you.
[HEAVY MUSIC.]
RAMONA: A diamond in the rough? Ladies.
Well, you know, Ramona.
Someone wise once told me that you sometimes need to look past the exterior to envision the potential.
RAMONA: Well, like you, Lorette and I have the ability to envision potential, and we see a lot in you, James.
Iâve come here to discuss your future.
Iâm flattered.
But what does my future have to do with you, Ms.
Walsh? RAMONA: Well, Iâve learned that in politics, the single most important trait for success is adaptation.
- Adaptation.
- The sooner you can see the need for change, the better one can execute the necessary adjustments.
James, I see a need for change coming, and Iâm preparing to make an adjustment one that will affect my involvement in Tateâs gubernatorial campaign.
I ask again: what does that have to do with me? When I asked Ramona to join my staff, she made one thing very clear.
Having representation behind the scenes will not be enough to win over the inner cities.
I need someone standing by my side who represents their experiences, their interests most importantly, someone who inspires them.
You need me to be your black friend to get you the black vote.
[LAUGHS LIGHTLY.]
I like him.
I want you to be my lieutenant governor.
Letâs make it official.
[MELANCHOLY MUSIC.]
[CELL PHONE BUZZING.]
[INTENSE MUSIC.]
GHOST: Tommy, did you put a piece where I need to find it? Tommy.
You there? Come on, man.
Iâm getting Jason to the building I told you about.
I wanna make sure you did your part of the deal.
Yeah.
I put it where you told me.
Okay, good.
And make sure you avoid any calls with Jason in case he tries to pull you in a situation or something, you know? Look, man, itâs all gonna be over soon.
Yeah, it is.
I put the piece in the elevator box Just like you asked.
Itâs done.
[BREATHES DEEPLY.]
Peace, brother.
Peace, brother.
Why you keep fuckinâ sweatinâ me, man? Do you know who killed LaKeisha Grant? No, I donât have a fucking clue, but I donât put it past Tommy doinâ it himself.
Nah.
Tommy didnât do it.
- You think one of his boys did it? - [SCOFFS.]
Or maybe someone was targeting Egan himself? Look, dude has a lot of enemies.
It could be anyone tryinâ to get at him.
I think if you take a closer look at Tommyâs crew, then youâll find the hitter.
If Tommy wanted his girl done, he wouldnât just ask anyone to do it.
Plus, the motherfuckers under him yo, they do whatever he says.
Where can I find his crew? Eganâs warehouse where is it? [SIGHS.]
I donât know.
[LAUGHS.]
Itâs funny.
You know, you were singinâ a different tune when you wanted this off.
- Ha.
- Maybe puttinâ it back on will jog your memory.
Maybe you should check your fuckinâ equipment first, because Tommyâs crew brought me into the warehouse the other day in a goddamn trunk.
So just check the last few locations of the bitch, and youâll find the spot, man.
Tommy keeps all his weight there his boys.
Shit, you could even probably find him there.
So arrest them motherfuckers and leave me and my family alone.
If this information is right, Tommy and his crew will be off the street by tonight.
And we square.
[DRAMATIC PERCUSSIVE MUSIC.]
This is an opportunity of a lifetime.
Come on, now, James.
Cut the bullshit.
Tell me what this is really about.
Look, Iâm being straight up, okay? The construction on the Queens Child Project has met a roadblock, so Iâm taking matters into my own hands.
By buying your own building in Queens? S-since when do you have that kind of cash on hand? I donât.
Thatâs why Iâm talking to you.
Okay.
Iâm listening.
Okay, I need a silent partner emphasis on silent.
We both put in half the cash, and we both have our names on a totally legit business.
Clean money.
You know what? Iâll look into it.
And then Iâll consider it.
Smart.
All right.
Here is the address, and, Jason, Iâm sure I donât have to tell you that we gotta move quickly on that.
Thereâs offers cominâ in left and right as we speak.
Iâll meet you there this afternoon.
Oh, and a warning they have security, so neither one of us can be strapped.
You donât tell me how to conduct my business.
Merely a suggestion so we donât walk out in cuffs.
Hey, man, do what you wanna do.
Have a drink.
Itâs on me.
Gotta get to my sonâs school.
You wonât be sorry.
[UNEASY MUSIC.]
Ah.
There you are.
So have you heard anything about who Lorette might choose for her running mate? Not a thing.
Okay, well, uh, keep your ears to the ground.
I donât wanna be surprised by anything.
Of course.
Ramona, you should know that Iâm severing ties with St.
Patrick.
The motherfucker has scorched the earth with me.
Did he ever tell you where he was when he missed our photo op? He had a family emergency.
And I hear you in turn pulled the permits for the QCP.
I mean, you donât think youâre gonna get blowback from him? Listen, since he came along, itâs been one step forward, two steps back for my entire campaign, damn near on a daily basis.
Iâm sick of the shit.
So what were you thinking? Iâm thinking I might have something that will back him off for good.
Whatâs that? Iâll let you know when I lock it down.
Weâre gonna get rid of him once and for all.
Being in business with him wouldâve been a very dangerous thing for us.
I agree.
James St.
Patrick is out.
Iâm with you.
[CHUCKLES.]
My sister.
Loyalty a quality any man would want in a woman.
[OMINOUS MUSIC.]
Okay, so how we looking? Girl, business is too poppinâ! - And itâs all there.
- Okay, uh You gotta go.
Tasha, please donât tell me you doinâ what I think you doinâ.
What are you doing here, Ghost? Did you forget? We have the meeting at Tariqâs new school.
- Weâre already runninâ late.
- Canât you see Iâm busy? I canât.
You go.
So you just gonna put pushing weight over your own child? For real, Ghost? Now you see what it was like for me all those years.
Look, one of us has gotta go, and it ainât gonna be me.
I gotta work.
Yeah, okay, youâre right.
One of us has to be there for our son.
Nigga, please! [TENSE MUSIC.]
[CELL PHONE BUZZES.]
Who is this? Uh, Jason Micic, itâs, uh, Andre Coleman.
Mutual friend that James was telling you about.
Oh, the asshole who no-showed at our meeting.
Well, you got balls.
Iâll give you that.
But you lack smarts, so lose this number.
Uh, look, I just thought youâd be thinking about - new business right now.
- Listen to me, Andre, spare me the speech you practiced in the mirror this morning.
You get one shot with me.
You already missed yours.
The operation is doing just fine, thank you.
Oh, you havenât heard.
Tommy and his crew are about to get scooped up by the Feds and youâre gonna be down men and actually money.
Uh-huh.
And how the fuck would you know that? I have some friends on the inside.
People talk.
So yeah, itâs about to go down serious, so you can lose money, or I can step up and make it a smooth transition for you.
Itâs your call, man.
Iâll be in touch.
Thatâs what I thought.
Iâll be expectinâ that call.
Listen, I apologize, uh, for my ex-wife not being here.
Oh.
Oh, please.
My parents never showed up to one of these things.
So you guys are you guys are killinâ it as far as Iâm concerned.
Oneâs better than none, right? Absolutely.
I have to tell you, uh, Tariq heâs done extremely well since heâs been here.
He regularly tests better than his classmates.
Heâs got a greater grasp on the reading material than some of the college-level kids Iâve taught.
- Heâs a quick study.
- Oh, thatâs an understatement.
I mean [INHALES DEEPLY.]
Tariq has a gift.
You know, and the fact that heâs able to work a full school day and have an after-school job his ability to focus is downright fucking incredible.
You said an after-school job.
Yeah.
Yeah.
At your, uh your wifeâs, um, day care, right? We, uh, give credit for after-school jobs here, you know? We-we take the pay stubs and mark down the hours.
We block out the socials, of of course.
Tariq said heâs just basically a glorified babysitter there, but hey, I know that kid.
Heâs probably fixing the computers, balancing your wifeâs checkbook, you know what I mean? Ah, well, yeah, Tariq he is nothing if not industrious.
- Heâs gonna be a big shot.
- [LAUGHS.]
- Just like his dad.
- Mm.
Yes, he is.
TASHA: What the fuck, Ghost? You broke into my apartment? Tasha, have you lost your fucking mind? - Scuse me? - I said you must have fuckinâ lost your mind if you got my son in your fuckinâ day care moving weight! Oh.
Now heâs your son.
Because just a minute ago, you were shoving a damn gun in the boyâs face like he was one of your corner boys that came up short! Tasha, look me in my motherfucking eye and tell me that you donât have my son running product out of that damn day care of yours! Heâs not moving product through the day care.
- What the fuck? Tasha - And you know what? Heâs my child, so itâs none of your goddamn business.
Not if what you do gets him locked up or shot! Thatâs the point, Ghost! Iâm making sure he doesnât get locked up or shot.
- Tasha, thatâs bullshit.
- No, no, no.
Whatâs bullshit is us thinking that we could change Tariq or somehow turn him into something heâs not.
Okay? Iâve accepted the truth.
- You should too.
- You know what? This isnât even about Tariq.
Itâs about you.
Tasha, if you donât fucking get your shit together, Iâm gonna get your business shut down, and then Iâll take Yas away from you for good.
Are you fucking threatening me? Nigga, you better watch your every move, âcause I will tell the Feds you killed Terry Silver, âcause I know you did.
[WHISPERING.]
Iâll tell âem everything.
No, you wonât.
Cool.
Try me, nigga.
Aah! Ghost, get off of me! - GHOST: [GRUNTING ANGRILY.]
- TASHA: Aah! Ghost, get off me! Get off! Iâll fucking scream [WHIMPERING.]
Hmm? Hmm? [CRYING.]
[WHIMPERING.]
Uh! [PANTING.]
If you ever put your hands on me again - Then what? - I will fucking kill you! We already lost one kid, Tasha.
Donât you ever motherfucking forget it.
If Tariq dies, his blood is on your hands.
Your hands.
Get out my house.
[SHOUTING.]
Get the fuck out my house! [DOOR SLAMS.]
[SOBBING.]
Oh, my God.
[HEAVY MUSIC.]
[CELL PHONE BEEPING.]
Iâd like to report a crime.
Uh, can I speak to your supervisor, please? Thank you.
Yes, there are drugs being sold out of a day care on 58th and Queens Boulevard.
Yes, maâam, I witnessed it myself.
Look, thatâs my neighborhood, and obviously there are kids in that place, and I would hate to see any of âem get hurt.
No.
Iâd rather not give my name.
Thank you.
[CELL PHONE BEEPS.]
[SOLEMN MUSIC.]
- [DOOR BELL CHIMES.]
- EPIPHANY: Hey, you.
- EPIPHANY: Hey, sis.
- Whatâs up? - What you doinâ? - You know, just tryinâ to get this place together Tasha St.
Patrick, we have a warrant to search the premises.
What is going on? Youâre searching a childrenâs day care? For what? We got an anonymous tip that thereâs a large amount of narcotics being distributed out of this building.
Are you kidding me? You know, this isnât right.
I run a legitimate business that provides a valuable service to the community, and you come in here talking about drugs? This is harassment.
Iâm gonna get my lawyer on the phone.
[INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER.]
- 2-BIT: [INAUDIBLE SPEAKING.]
- Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Listen to me.
- Whatâs going down? Just get the boys and meet me over at the warehouse.
Jasonâs about to need to drop some more weight on us.
- We got some shit to handle.
- Yeah? What about that Ghost motherfucker? You why the fuck is you always askinâ about Ghost for, huh? Ghost ainât gonna be a problem for us at all.
He done for good.
[DARK MUSIC BUILDING.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
Place is clean.
I apologize for any inconvenience.
Looks like it was a bad tip.
Looks like Iâll have to file a complaint.
I wouldnât push it, Mrs.
St.
Patrick.
You know my goddamn name.
Itâs Green.
[SOFTLY.]
Have team B move on the warehouse now.
Got it.
[DOOR BELL CHIMES.]
EPIPHANY: Donât say nothinâ and donât touch nothinâ.
Tasha, what the fuck was that? Itâs okay.
I was expecting it.
I wasnât! Girl, itâs getting too hot around here.
- Iâm out.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.
What you mean, you out? Hold up.
You wonât have anything to worry about.
I got it handled.
No.
You had today handled, but you a mile away from having this shit handled.
Iâm out; my girls at the club out.
I got a baby to think about, and you ha better think about your kids too, âcause you around here trippinâ you trippinâ too.
Epiphany! Are you serious? Move! Get your ass out the way! For real, Ghost? Itâs on.
Yo, that phone call from Tommy got me confused, Bit.
Why we doinâ shit backward? He be talkinâ out his ass and shit be cominâ out his mouth.
ROBERTO: Yo, that nigga been trippinâ lately, keepinâ us in the dark and shit.
Yo, how long we gonna keep ridinâ for this fool? Yo, yâall two niggas chill.
Last thing Tommy needs right now is us switching sides on him.
Fuck you mean, chill? The last thing we need is to get popped or catch a bid for his shit.
- The moâfuckerâs unstable - [DOOR CRASHES OPEN.]
[OVERLAPPING YELLING.]
- SPANKY: All right, all right! - Damn! [SHOUTING CONTINUES.]
2-BIT: Come on, man.
Get off me! - [HANDCUFFS CLICKING.]
- Fuck you! [SIREN WAILING.]
[INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER.]
MAN: Search âem.
- Shut up! - Aah! [TENSE MUSIC.]
That motherfucker set us up! And came back to watch this shit? Fuck that bitch-ass nigga.
This shit ainât over.
Naw.
Just startinâ.
[WHISPERING.]
That motherfucker! [SIREN WAILING.]
Aâight, listen up, âcause Iâm only gonna say this shit once.
I seen a lot of crews go down over bullshit beefinâ over nothinâ, dry snitching, moâfuckers getting caught up in they feelings.
Not us.
We gonna do this shit the right way, so you gonna do what the fuck I say when I say it.
- You hear me? - MEN: Mm-hmm.
Good, âcause it gonna be raining a whole lotta money in this bitch.
We taking uptown by storm, and then we taking over the whole city.
The product should be cominâ in any minute now.
Just sit tight until you hear from me.
Iâm waitinâ for the call from the connect.
Itâs about to get lit, man.
Aâight, drink up, motherfuckers.
JASON: [SPEAKING SERBIAN.]
[SPEAKING SERBIAN.]
No need for it.
Call me when you have eyes on Tommy.
[EDGY MUSIC.]
Take the gun.
[SIGHS.]
[DOOR BELL CHIMES.]
[SIGHS.]
Q? What are you doinâ here? I heard you had some trouble today.
You all right? [SIGHS.]
No.
I think Iâm gonna lose my business.
I mean, why would parents bring their kids back after the Feds were all up in here? Itâs your ex-husband, right? [SCOFFS.]
Why? W-what do you know? I I donât know anything about him, but I know about you, and you wouldnât get mixed up in anything that bad.
Q you donât know me at all.
Youâre right, I donât.
But Iâd like to.
And Iâd like to help you if youâll let me.
Ah.
[INHALES SHARPLY.]
- Tasha, who did that to you? - Look, I donât wanna talk about it.
Your ex.
Some niggas just donât know when to quit! Oh, like you? Tasha, I havenât stopped thinking about you.
So you can try to make me leave again but you need me.
You need my help.
Q, I want you.
I really, really do.
[SOFT, EMOTIONAL MUSIC.]
But I donât need you to take care of my ex.
I can handle him on my own.
[SOFTLY.]
Mm-hmm.
[SIGHS.]
Come here.
- [DOOR CLICKS SHUT.]
- JASON: Wow.
Now weâre talking.
- Nice place, James.
- GHOST: Glad you approve, Jason.
Let me show you around.
Well, come on through.
SECURITY GUARD: Sir, empty your pockets.
Any metal put into this bin and step through.
Letâs go.
I wanna show you this penthouse.
Your whole lifeâs about to change.
[ITEMS CLATTERING.]
[THUNK.]
[ITEMS THUNKING, KEYS CLATTERING.]
[THUNK.]
[BEEP.]
SECURITY GUARD: Thank you.
Here you go.
Thank you.
- Heard from Tommy? - No.
Actually, not a word.
Seems to be missing in action.
Well, you know Tommy, Jason.
Does his own thing, man.
- Ainât that the truth? - [LAUGHS.]
So your boy Andre reached out to me and made a play to be my distro.
Is that so? - [BUTTON CLICKS.]
- Well, Jase, you know what they say: sometimes second chances work themselves out, right? Iâm not so sure.
I told him Iâd be in touch.
No, I think you should take the meeting, Jason.
The boyâs got game, you know? Just hear him out.
See what he has to say.
If you donât like what you see, then fucking get rid of him.
[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS.]
Thatâs what I would do.
[UNEASY MUSIC.]
I have to admit, James, uh, I never bought this idea of you going straight.
I figured youâd come crawling back begging to be my distro after a few weeks.
Told you I was out of the game.
I meant it, Jason.
If you go half on buying this building with me, then we can both stop sleeping with one eye open.
Itâs hard to pass up an opportunity to grab some prime real estate.
[CELL PHONE BUZZING.]
[DARK CHORDS.]
- - [GRUNTING.]
[BOTH GRUNTING.]
Come on, motherfucker, get up! Get up! [INTENSE PERCUSSIVE MUSIC.]
[GRUNTING.]
Aah! [GAGGING.]
[GRUNTING ANGRILY.]
[BOTH GRUNTING.]
[ROARS.]
[PANTING.]
[EXHALES HOARSELY.]
[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS.]
[GRUNTING.]
Motherfucker! All right, heâs shorter than me, a little lighter-skinned.
When that nigga comes up that elevator, you call the cops immediately, all right? Hereâs the cash.
And hold back the surveillance of him walking in here, all right? In case we need to reinforce his guilt to the cops.
Hereâs a burner.
Hold on to it till you hear from me.
And one more thing.
- You never saw my face.
- You got it.
Tommy, what the fuck, man? You set me up to be killed by Jason? You killed LaKeisha.
What? LaKeishaâs dead? Donât play fuckinâ dumb with me.
Look, Tommy, I swear to God, I donât know what the fuck youâre talkinâ about! I didnât kill LaKeisha, and why the fuck would I kill LaKeisha? Oh, yeah? Well, you best keep your head on a swivel, âcause I ainât gonna rest till you six feet under, motherfucker! Look, Tommy, Iâm sorry about LaKeisha, man You know what? Iâm done talkinâ! Iâm cominâ to kill you.
Benny, how the hellâd you get in here, man? Itâs not my first time on the block.
Look, itâs not a good time, all right? Tellinâ me? I lost my cousin.
Now shitâs about to get worse.
I donât have time for this shit.
Just tell me You fuckinâ lied to my face.
I was sitting right fucking there, and you fuckinâ lied to me.
You told me Igor Ungar killed Joey.
He didnât.
I wanna know why you fed me bullshit.
Listen, Benny, I told you what your cousin told me.
Joey told me he had to testify against this Igor guy, right? That he needed a fucking safe place to hide out, to hide he and his daughter until the trial.
So after he was murdered, I just did the math, man.
Simple one plus one made Igor the triggerman.
Well, he wasnât.
I looked into it.
Igor was out of the country for a month.
I donât know who did Joey, but it wasnât him, so stop fuckinâ around with me.
Who killed Joey? Because if you tell me you donât know, Iâm gonna fuckinâ think it was you.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
Look, I canât prove it, but I think it was Tommy.
- Egan? - Mm.
Why would he go after Joey? Because Tommy was convinced that Joey was gonna fuckinâ snitch him out, man, to the Feds.
I donât believe that.
Let me make you a drink, Benny.
Listen Joe told me about the Unger guy.
But if Joe was gonna testify against Tommy, come on.
You and I both know he would have never told me that.
Your kid, Tariq.
- Yeah.
- Heâs the one that brought Elisa Marie to me.
Yeah, he got her out of the back.
But the cops questioned him about that, Benny, okay? He-he didnât see anything.
Yeah.
You know, that night I got between you guys and Vincent, I got a-a vibe from Egan.
Yeah? Yeah.
And I let it go.
[SIGHS.]
Listen, Benny.
Iâm in the process of handling Tommy right now, - so donât worry - All due respect, Ghost, but fuck your process.
Iâm gonna find him, and heâs either gonna cough up some answers, or heâs gonna cough up some blood.
Enjoy your drink.
[INTENSE PERCUSSIVE MUSIC.]
Iâm telling you, Ghost canât kill me because of Jason, so heâs trying to take me down piece by fuckinâ piece.
First he came for LaKeisha, sent some shitbag to try to scare her off, but then she took his ass down just like I taught her.
But then He killed her himself.
Shot her in the head.
[HUFFS.]
LaKeisha is dead? Yeah, T, she gone.
And Iâm sorry.
I know yâall was beefinâ No-no matter what, she was still my sister.
I canât believe this.
Ghost, he dimed out my warehouse to the fuckinâ Feds.
My whole crew got wrapped up.
He did the same shit to me, had my spot raided too.
Thank goodness I was ahead of him.
Place was clean.
TOMMY: But do you see? You see? This motherfucker crossed the line.
Tryinâ to take us out.
This new Ghost this new Ghost ainât got nothing to do with us! So he gotta go.
And I didnât come here to ask for your permission.
I came here to tell you.
Out of respect.
Because we were family.
But some things, you canât never come back from.
- You know? - I understand.
We understand.
Good.
[SIGHING.]
Ma.
What happened to your arm? Ghost, aâight? Ghost happened to my arm.
He laid hands on me.
Tommy was right.
Your father has changed.
Did you know about LaKeisha? All right, look, âRiq, I-I donât wanna lie to you.
Okay? Thatâs all Ghost ever did.
Ghost never told the truth, and look at us now.
We gotta do better.
We gotta protect each other, and the only way we can do that is if we keep it all the way real with each other about everything! So you did it.
You fucking killed LaKeisha and didnât tell me? She was gonna flip, okay? She was gonna flip on all of us.
You donât know what the fuck youâre talking about, little boy.
[TEARFULLY.]
I ha-had to do it.
I-I had to.
I had to protect this family! So yeah.
I killed LaKeisha.
And I will kill Ghost to protect you, âRiq.
I should be the one protecting you! And I will.
I promise you that, Ma, no matter what.
Aâight.
[WHISPERS INDISTINCTLY.]
[KEYS CLATTERING.]
You lied to me.
Benny? Look, I donât know what the fuck Ghost told you, but whatever it was Ghost told me you killed Joey.
What? Thatâs some Yo, what the [BOTH GRUNTING.]
[YELLS.]
[INTENSE MUSIC.]
[GROANING.]
[BOTH GROANING.]
- [KNIFE SLICES.]
- [SCREAMS.]
[BOTH GROANING.]
- [FLESH SQUELCHING.]
- [MOANS.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
[SOFTLY.]
The fuck? [BEEP.]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS.]
[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS.]
The fuck? Fucking Ghost this motherfucker! Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
Hey! What are you doing there? - Hey! - Fuck! Hey, get back here! Listen, this shitâs gotta come to an end.
Rashad, itâs not the right time to step to me, okay? Iâm here so we can finish this once and for all.
Whoa, whoa.
You donât fucking give me orders.
I ainât even gonna hold you up.
We can put the cards on the table, right here, right now.
- No bullshit.
- No bullshit.
I know who you are, James.
I know you set up that robbery here at the club where I found myself having to kill a man.
Alphonse.
Yeah.
And I know that youâre a fuckinâ dope dealer who donât need the kind of heat that I can put on you.
Is that a threat? I finally faced the truth about who you are, James.
[WHISPERING.]
Or should I call you Ghost? Who the fuck is Ghost? I was in denial for a long time, but not anymore.
- Mm-hmm.
- See, whatever assistance you brought to my campaign just ainât been worth the-the cost.
So you and me are no longer, you understand? Weâre done.
[DARK MUSIC.]
Or what? Or I go to the press and tell âem about your past.
If I were this man you seem to think I am, whatâs to stop me from killing you right here, right now? Because if a man like you was gonna kill a man like me Youâd have just done it.
But the truth of the matter is, you know Iâm too high-profile to fuck with.
You ainât gonna do shit, boy.
[LAUGHS.]
I donât know what you heard about me, and, quite frankly, I donât give two fucks.
But whatever person is in your fucking ear, they got it wrong.
I donât make threats.
If I had any intention of killing you, Rashad, you would never see it cominâ.
You would simply I donât know disappear like a ghost.
Lucky for you, I ainât the nigga I used to be.
Get the fuck out of my place of business.
You got one thing right.
We are done.
Officially fucking done.
Youâll read about my next move in tomorrowâs paper.
Hey.
Iâm glad youâre here.
Iâm ready to start mapping out our next move.
I donât know how to say this, Rashad, but we donât have a next move.
Whatâs that supposed to mean? It means I donât work for you anymore.
What? Ramona - What are you talking about? - I now work for Lorette Walsh and her running mate.
[LAUGHS.]
Lorette Walsh doesnât have a running mate.
She does now.
Thanks to me.
You might wanna watch the news tomorrow morning, Rashad.
Or you can hear it from me first.
Lorette Walsh is planning to announce James St.
Patrick as her running mate to be the next lieutenant governor of New York.
You lost, boo.
[EDGY MUSIC.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
[JAZZY MUSIC.]
Howâd you know where to find me? Know a manâs habits, you know the man.
You know, I didnât expect to see you here, considering you fucked me a hundred ways till Tuesday with Dre.
I didnât expect to find you in a place that actually plays good music.
See? Iâm full of surprises.
I have good taste in music, I make a mean paella, and everything I did at Eastern District I did for one reason to put the fuckinâ bad guys away punto final.
I believe you.
You do? LaKeisha Grant was murdered last night.
- [SIGHS.]
- Shot twice.
Oh, God.
Tell me you got Egan for that.
Look, I didnât agree with your methods, but Iâm starting to understand why you used them.
Iâm here because I know you will stop at nothing to take these people down, and these people need to be taken down.
Iâm close.
We just need to push a little harder.
Hey, what can I do? Iâm fired, remember? Help me make sense of this, okay, because I donât even think that Egan actually killed LaKeisha.
What? Come on.
Heâs a fuckinâ serial killer.
Thatâs what he does.
Look, he killed Angela.
He killed Proctor.
You were getting to LaKeisha.
He found out about it boom.
But you didnât see his face.
[SCOFFS.]
He wasnât angry.
He was heartbroken.
He didnât know about it at all.
And if he didnât know about it, thereâs no motive.
Then we put pressure on Tasha St.
Patrick.
Sheâs the weak link between Egan and St.
Patrick.
We just have to find a pressure point.
[LAUGHS.]
[KNOCK AT DOOR.]
[KNOCK AT DOOR.]
[HUFFS.]
Another anonymous tip? Weâre here about LaKeisha Grant.
Oh.
Shit.
I know.
I-Iâm devastated.
You know, Iâve hardly slept since I heard.
Please, come in.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
So any idea who killed her? Yeah, can we skip past the part where you dance circles around us when we all know the truth? Just need you to confirm it.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
Did James kill LaKeisha? Why would he do that? Because LaKeisha turned informant on James.
SAXE: And some jobs you donât farm out if you want it done the right way.
No.
This is absurd.
Even if you all manipulated âKeisha into making false statements against James, whereâs her proof? Okay, you have no idea what information we got from LaKeisha before she died.
BLANCA: Choose.
You or your ex-husband.
Which is it? [LAUGHS.]
Jesus Christ! Time after time, youâve covered for James, after all heâs taken away from you.
After betrayal and public humiliation youâre still loyal to him? Jesus.
Would he do the same for you? BLANCA: Heâs a dangerous man.
We know this.
So do you.
How long before he tries to kill you, Tasha? [TENSE MUSIC.]
Is that bruise from James? It is, isnât it? If you donât help us, weâre gonna take a much harder look at your son, Tariq, and where he was the night Raymond Jones was murdered.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
James didnât kill LaKeisha.
But he did kill Terry Silver.
W-wait.
Were you a witness? - Did you see him do it? - No! - Then how can you be sure? - Itâs just the things that he was saying.
You know, he was angry about us.
I believe he did it.
I just donât have proof.
Weâre gonna need a body to make this stick against St.
Patrick.
Any idea where heâd stash a body? [SCOFFS.]
I mean, I canât say for certain.
I honestly donât even wanna think about it.
But I-I donât-I donât know.
No, no, go ahead.
Well I suspect that if you go to the old decommissioned parking structure at terminal one of LaGuardia Airport, level five, youâll find him.
I mean, thereâs no traffic, no security there.
If I was James and I had a body in a vehicle to hide on short notice Iâd go there.
Itâs unlocked.
Pop the trunk.
[LATCH CLICKS.]
- [DRAMATIC MUSICAL STING.]
- SAXE: Ugh! - Ugh! Oh! - [COUGHS, CLEARS THROAT.]
That is definitely Terry Silver.
BLANCA: Yeah, location and placement of the body are consistent with Tashaâs theory.
I canât look at that.
[SIGHS.]
Anything? Uh he likes musicals.
Does that help? [SIGHS.]
Letâs keep looking.
If Tasha was right, then this murder was unplanned, which means St.
Patrick was in a rush.
So he must have overlooked something.
[WHISPERING.]
Fuck.
Open up the door, man.
[KNOCKING.]
Open the fucking door! - Hey - What the fuck you doing here, man? Look, man, man, I need your help.
Who the fuck are you hiding from? Look, Ghost killed Jason Micic.
He set me up to take the fall, man! Fuck! I got spotted at the fucking scene! So youâre coming to me to make it go away? No, Iâm cominâ to you to help you get Ghost.
Look, we both want him off the streets, right? Ghost is the main source of your problems.
Mine too.
So letâs take this two-faced motherfucker out and be done with this shit! Come on, come on, Saxe, letâs do it.
You just turn your back on this opportunity? Are you fucking crazy? Okay.
Plant that at St.
Patrickâs place, and Iâll do my best to cover your tracks on the Jason kill.
What the fuck is this, Saxe? Itâs evidence.
It links Ghost to a murder that he committed.
But I need to make sure that the dots connect, so you connect âem for me.
So you want me to plant evidence on Ghost.
[EXHALES HEAVILY.]
Look, I wanna make sure that the 12 idiots stuck in that jury box have no reasonable doubt regarding the kind of man that Ghost is.
So you do this, and weâre done with that motherfucker.
So you wanna frame him for murder.
What [SIGHS.]
Yes, okay? I wanna frame a guilty man.
Sometimes the justice system needs a fucking kick in the ass.
Heâs staying at the James Hotel.
Donât fuck this up.
[DARK MUSIC.]
[MUSIC INTENSIFIES.]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING.]
What are you doing here, âRiq? Whatâs this supposed to mean? I donât need it anymore.
I ainât coming back to your place again.
Okay, why donât you just tell me whatâs going on.
I know what happened between you and Ma.
Donât you ever put your fucking hands on her again.
And donât you ever fucking use that tone with me again.
Iâm not scared of you anymore.
Iâm not a child, aâight? I said watch your tone with me.
What you gonâ do, slap me up? Or put a gun to my head? You did that shit already, Ghost.
Donât you remember? Yeah, you forced me to do that shit with the shit you pulled.
This right here, this is your mother trying to turn you against me.
Man, no, the fuck it isnât.
You donât even realize there ainât shit that she could say that would turn me against you.
Only person that could do that is you.
You lost me a long time ago, Ghost.
You did that shit yourself.
Hey, you canât say that shit to me, âRiq, after every fucking thing Iâve done for you.
You ainât never did a thing for me.
Ever.
Iâm out.
We ainât done yet! Get back here! Son, I said get back here! - Weâre not fucking done - Everything you do is always for you! Itâs always about you! Youâre so fucking selfish! You come in my place of work, a place I built for you, you call me selfish, then run out on the street and sell drugs with your moms? I know what she got you doing, son.
Thatâs the best you can do? With all the intelligence, Tariq, all the advantages I fuckinâ never had thatâs the best you can do, a fuckinâ drug dealer? Itâs the best you could do, right? Thatâs the best you could do.
If itâs okay for you, why it ainât okay for me, huh? Listen to me, Tariq.
When I was your age, I thought it was the right thing to do.
My father tried to get me to turn my back on the streets.
I didnât listen.
I donât want you to make the same mistake, son.
Okay? Iâm trying to protect you, man.
Iâm trying to protect you from a life of misery, son! I ainât your fuckinâ son.
You are my son, and Iâm your father, and Iâm always gonna be your father.
Listen to this.
Stay away from me, and stay away from her.
Ainât gonna say that shit again.
I ainât gonna say it again.
Watch your fucking tone with me! Put your hands on Ma one more time, and I swear to God Iâll murder you myself.
I promise you that.
You canât talk to your father that way.
Donât get it twisted.
You might have given me life, but you were never my fuckinâ father.
- [POUNDS WALL.]
- [GHOST GRUNTS.]
[ALBIN LEE MELDAUâS "BLOODSHOT".]
ALBIN: Monday morning be coming As I hang myself out to dry Teardrops be fallinâ And youâre the reason why Lyinâ in my bed I need somethinâ Cryinâ in my bed I fear somethinâ Lyinâ in my bed I need somethinâ Itâs you How I wonder Lying next to you, oh, yeah I wonder Is there someone new Next to you JAMES: I'm sorry for the way things turned out.
TASHA: Oh, not as sorry as you're gonna be.
Tariq is in real trouble.
Circumstances have changed son.
- TARIQ: [YELLING.]
You lied to my face! - I was taking care of you! I don't need you, but you need me.
I'm leaving you behind.
TOMMY: You get everything you want, and I got nothing.
Losing is a scale.
You become an expert with it, Rashad.
RAMONA: Tate would do everything in his power to ruin your life.
COUNCILMAN TATE: How can I help you? BLANCA: I just want a search warrant.
DRE: I know you tried to frame for Jason's murder.
We can't control what happens next Ghost.
Nothing is gonna stop me.
- Heâs got a friend in me for life.
- Yeah, sure.
The moment you let Tommy in the penthouse to kill me was the moment you were no longer my son, and now youâre my enemy.
You already had your opportunity to learn all about my best attribute.
Your loss, boo.
Iâm Quinton.
My friends call me Q.
Iâm Tasha.
I need you to plant a weapon.
Draw Jason to the location.
Iâll pull the trigger.
James St.
Patrickâs name recognition is off the charts.
If he goes to another team, thereâs no way youâre gonna make up the votes that go with him.
Iâm not worried about James St.
Patrick.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, donât shoot, look.
The Feds got a tracker on me, Spank.
They got me serving up Ghost.
Iâm playing both sides, Tommy.
I-I know I did some fucked-up shit with Coleman, but at the end of the day, youâll see it was worth it.
Youâre fired, Saxe.
Tommy is going down.
The only question is, which side of the bars are you gonna be on? Give me the paper.
Tasha, you know Iâm not a snitch! You signed the fucking papers, âKeisha! [BOTH GRUNTING, STRAINING.]
If I give this ring to your mother, that means the three of us is gonna be family.
- You all right with that? - Yeah.
[SOBBING.]
Tasha, please donât do this! [GUNSHOT.]
[DARK MUSIC.]
[GASPS.]
JOE: 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 Lifeâs full of twists and turns, bumps and bruises I live, I learn Iâm from that city full of yellow cabs and skyscrapers Itâs 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 moving 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 head and pump a pack This my regal royal flow, my James Bond bounce That 007, thatâs 62 on my count Iâm a undercover liar, I lie under the covers Look a bitch in the eyes and tell her baby I love ya Youâre my inspiration, youâre my motivation Youâre the reason that Iâm movinâ with no hesitation JOE: 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 Oh yeah I just happen to come up hard Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it [DARK, SOLEMN MUSIC.]
[MUSIC INTENSIFIES.]
[EXHALES.]
I canât believe LaKeishaâs gone, you know? Good looks on bringing me Cash, though.
I appreciate you.
No doubt, Kadeem.
Itâs the least I could do.
Heâs a good kid.
So whatâs up? We got no idea who did this shit or what? [OMINOUS MUSIC.]
I ainât sure but I promise you Iâma find out who did this shit and Iâma make it right.
Mm-hmm.
LaKeisha was a good woman.
Well, you need anything, you hit me.
Bet.
Cash gonna see you again or what? [INHALES.]
I got no idea.
Aâight, shit goes down, you know where Iâm at.
I âpreciate that.
Thomas Patrick Egan.
Youâre a busy man.
This better be quick.
I got shit to do.
Like running drugs, racketeering? Murdering your girlfriend? [TENSE MUSIC.]
You see, now, typically when an innocent man learns his girlfriend was murdered, he has more of an emotional reaction.
Yeah.
I found her body myself.
But you didnât call it in.
Where were you last night between the hours of 6:00 and 7:00 p.
m.
? Buying an engagement ring for LaKeisha at the mall.
Her son, Cash, was with me.
Check the cameras.
I will.
Whereâs Cash now? Heâs with his father, where he belongs.
Donât you fuck with that kid.
He told you, right? That we pulled over his mom and she agreed to cooperate with us, to testify against you.
Nah.
She told me what you done to her, but she wasnât gonna say shit against me.
I had no reason to kill her.
That was my girl to the end.
Well, if you didnât kill LaKeisha, then who else wanted to keep her quiet? I tell you what, genius.
You do your fuckinâ job, youâll find your answer.
If you ainât gonna arrest me, Iâma get on my way.
If you know who killed LaKeisha, let me handle it.
Donât seek revenge.
Youâre only gonna wind up hurting yourself.
Am I free to go? Weâll be watching you.
[CAR DOOR SLAMS.]
[ENGINE TURNING OVER.]
[ENGINE REVVING.]
[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS.]
We left the space wide open so it can be adapted to the buyerâs needs.
Itâs perfect.
REALTOR: Thereâs also the possibility for expansion.
No neighbors on either side of you.
Thatâs music to my ears.
Iâm as private as it goes.
A buyer with vision like yourself has a great turnkey opportunity here, but youâll have to be aggressive.
There are a lot of interested parties.
Itâs exactly what I need.
Iâll get the funds together right away.
If youâre serious, act quickly.
My office is already fielding offers.
Iâm confident that my offer will be the strongest.
Youâll have it in the morning.
Feel free to show yourself out.
I have to run to another appointment across town.
- Itâs been a pleasure.
- Thank you.
Thank you.
[HEAVY MUSIC.]
RAMONA: A diamond in the rough? Ladies.
Well, you know, Ramona.
Someone wise once told me that you sometimes need to look past the exterior to envision the potential.
RAMONA: Well, like you, Lorette and I have the ability to envision potential, and we see a lot in you, James.
Iâve come here to discuss your future.
Iâm flattered.
But what does my future have to do with you, Ms.
Walsh? RAMONA: Well, Iâve learned that in politics, the single most important trait for success is adaptation.
- Adaptation.
- The sooner you can see the need for change, the better one can execute the necessary adjustments.
James, I see a need for change coming, and Iâm preparing to make an adjustment one that will affect my involvement in Tateâs gubernatorial campaign.
I ask again: what does that have to do with me? When I asked Ramona to join my staff, she made one thing very clear.
Having representation behind the scenes will not be enough to win over the inner cities.
I need someone standing by my side who represents their experiences, their interests most importantly, someone who inspires them.
You need me to be your black friend to get you the black vote.
[LAUGHS LIGHTLY.]
I like him.
I want you to be my lieutenant governor.
Letâs make it official.
[MELANCHOLY MUSIC.]
[CELL PHONE BUZZING.]
[INTENSE MUSIC.]
GHOST: Tommy, did you put a piece where I need to find it? Tommy.
You there? Come on, man.
Iâm getting Jason to the building I told you about.
I wanna make sure you did your part of the deal.
Yeah.
I put it where you told me.
Okay, good.
And make sure you avoid any calls with Jason in case he tries to pull you in a situation or something, you know? Look, man, itâs all gonna be over soon.
Yeah, it is.
I put the piece in the elevator box Just like you asked.
Itâs done.
[BREATHES DEEPLY.]
Peace, brother.
Peace, brother.
Why you keep fuckinâ sweatinâ me, man? Do you know who killed LaKeisha Grant? No, I donât have a fucking clue, but I donât put it past Tommy doinâ it himself.
Nah.
Tommy didnât do it.
- You think one of his boys did it? - [SCOFFS.]
Or maybe someone was targeting Egan himself? Look, dude has a lot of enemies.
It could be anyone tryinâ to get at him.
I think if you take a closer look at Tommyâs crew, then youâll find the hitter.
If Tommy wanted his girl done, he wouldnât just ask anyone to do it.
Plus, the motherfuckers under him yo, they do whatever he says.
Where can I find his crew? Eganâs warehouse where is it? [SIGHS.]
I donât know.
[LAUGHS.]
Itâs funny.
You know, you were singinâ a different tune when you wanted this off.
- Ha.
- Maybe puttinâ it back on will jog your memory.
Maybe you should check your fuckinâ equipment first, because Tommyâs crew brought me into the warehouse the other day in a goddamn trunk.
So just check the last few locations of the bitch, and youâll find the spot, man.
Tommy keeps all his weight there his boys.
Shit, you could even probably find him there.
So arrest them motherfuckers and leave me and my family alone.
If this information is right, Tommy and his crew will be off the street by tonight.
And we square.
[DRAMATIC PERCUSSIVE MUSIC.]
This is an opportunity of a lifetime.
Come on, now, James.
Cut the bullshit.
Tell me what this is really about.
Look, Iâm being straight up, okay? The construction on the Queens Child Project has met a roadblock, so Iâm taking matters into my own hands.
By buying your own building in Queens? S-since when do you have that kind of cash on hand? I donât.
Thatâs why Iâm talking to you.
Okay.
Iâm listening.
Okay, I need a silent partner emphasis on silent.
We both put in half the cash, and we both have our names on a totally legit business.
Clean money.
You know what? Iâll look into it.
And then Iâll consider it.
Smart.
All right.
Here is the address, and, Jason, Iâm sure I donât have to tell you that we gotta move quickly on that.
Thereâs offers cominâ in left and right as we speak.
Iâll meet you there this afternoon.
Oh, and a warning they have security, so neither one of us can be strapped.
You donât tell me how to conduct my business.
Merely a suggestion so we donât walk out in cuffs.
Hey, man, do what you wanna do.
Have a drink.
Itâs on me.
Gotta get to my sonâs school.
You wonât be sorry.
[UNEASY MUSIC.]
Ah.
There you are.
So have you heard anything about who Lorette might choose for her running mate? Not a thing.
Okay, well, uh, keep your ears to the ground.
I donât wanna be surprised by anything.
Of course.
Ramona, you should know that Iâm severing ties with St.
Patrick.
The motherfucker has scorched the earth with me.
Did he ever tell you where he was when he missed our photo op? He had a family emergency.
And I hear you in turn pulled the permits for the QCP.
I mean, you donât think youâre gonna get blowback from him? Listen, since he came along, itâs been one step forward, two steps back for my entire campaign, damn near on a daily basis.
Iâm sick of the shit.
So what were you thinking? Iâm thinking I might have something that will back him off for good.
Whatâs that? Iâll let you know when I lock it down.
Weâre gonna get rid of him once and for all.
Being in business with him wouldâve been a very dangerous thing for us.
I agree.
James St.
Patrick is out.
Iâm with you.
[CHUCKLES.]
My sister.
Loyalty a quality any man would want in a woman.
[OMINOUS MUSIC.]
Okay, so how we looking? Girl, business is too poppinâ! - And itâs all there.
- Okay, uh You gotta go.
Tasha, please donât tell me you doinâ what I think you doinâ.
What are you doing here, Ghost? Did you forget? We have the meeting at Tariqâs new school.
- Weâre already runninâ late.
- Canât you see Iâm busy? I canât.
You go.
So you just gonna put pushing weight over your own child? For real, Ghost? Now you see what it was like for me all those years.
Look, one of us has gotta go, and it ainât gonna be me.
I gotta work.
Yeah, okay, youâre right.
One of us has to be there for our son.
Nigga, please! [TENSE MUSIC.]
[CELL PHONE BUZZES.]
Who is this? Uh, Jason Micic, itâs, uh, Andre Coleman.
Mutual friend that James was telling you about.
Oh, the asshole who no-showed at our meeting.
Well, you got balls.
Iâll give you that.
But you lack smarts, so lose this number.
Uh, look, I just thought youâd be thinking about - new business right now.
- Listen to me, Andre, spare me the speech you practiced in the mirror this morning.
You get one shot with me.
You already missed yours.
The operation is doing just fine, thank you.
Oh, you havenât heard.
Tommy and his crew are about to get scooped up by the Feds and youâre gonna be down men and actually money.
Uh-huh.
And how the fuck would you know that? I have some friends on the inside.
People talk.
So yeah, itâs about to go down serious, so you can lose money, or I can step up and make it a smooth transition for you.
Itâs your call, man.
Iâll be in touch.
Thatâs what I thought.
Iâll be expectinâ that call.
Listen, I apologize, uh, for my ex-wife not being here.
Oh.
Oh, please.
My parents never showed up to one of these things.
So you guys are you guys are killinâ it as far as Iâm concerned.
Oneâs better than none, right? Absolutely.
I have to tell you, uh, Tariq heâs done extremely well since heâs been here.
He regularly tests better than his classmates.
Heâs got a greater grasp on the reading material than some of the college-level kids Iâve taught.
- Heâs a quick study.
- Oh, thatâs an understatement.
I mean [INHALES DEEPLY.]
Tariq has a gift.
You know, and the fact that heâs able to work a full school day and have an after-school job his ability to focus is downright fucking incredible.
You said an after-school job.
Yeah.
Yeah.
At your, uh your wifeâs, um, day care, right? We, uh, give credit for after-school jobs here, you know? We-we take the pay stubs and mark down the hours.
We block out the socials, of of course.
Tariq said heâs just basically a glorified babysitter there, but hey, I know that kid.
Heâs probably fixing the computers, balancing your wifeâs checkbook, you know what I mean? Ah, well, yeah, Tariq he is nothing if not industrious.
- Heâs gonna be a big shot.
- [LAUGHS.]
- Just like his dad.
- Mm.
Yes, he is.
TASHA: What the fuck, Ghost? You broke into my apartment? Tasha, have you lost your fucking mind? - Scuse me? - I said you must have fuckinâ lost your mind if you got my son in your fuckinâ day care moving weight! Oh.
Now heâs your son.
Because just a minute ago, you were shoving a damn gun in the boyâs face like he was one of your corner boys that came up short! Tasha, look me in my motherfucking eye and tell me that you donât have my son running product out of that damn day care of yours! Heâs not moving product through the day care.
- What the fuck? Tasha - And you know what? Heâs my child, so itâs none of your goddamn business.
Not if what you do gets him locked up or shot! Thatâs the point, Ghost! Iâm making sure he doesnât get locked up or shot.
- Tasha, thatâs bullshit.
- No, no, no.
Whatâs bullshit is us thinking that we could change Tariq or somehow turn him into something heâs not.
Okay? Iâve accepted the truth.
- You should too.
- You know what? This isnât even about Tariq.
Itâs about you.
Tasha, if you donât fucking get your shit together, Iâm gonna get your business shut down, and then Iâll take Yas away from you for good.
Are you fucking threatening me? Nigga, you better watch your every move, âcause I will tell the Feds you killed Terry Silver, âcause I know you did.
[WHISPERING.]
Iâll tell âem everything.
No, you wonât.
Cool.
Try me, nigga.
Aah! Ghost, get off of me! - GHOST: [GRUNTING ANGRILY.]
- TASHA: Aah! Ghost, get off me! Get off! Iâll fucking scream [WHIMPERING.]
Hmm? Hmm? [CRYING.]
[WHIMPERING.]
Uh! [PANTING.]
If you ever put your hands on me again - Then what? - I will fucking kill you! We already lost one kid, Tasha.
Donât you ever motherfucking forget it.
If Tariq dies, his blood is on your hands.
Your hands.
Get out my house.
[SHOUTING.]
Get the fuck out my house! [DOOR SLAMS.]
[SOBBING.]
Oh, my God.
[HEAVY MUSIC.]
[CELL PHONE BEEPING.]
Iâd like to report a crime.
Uh, can I speak to your supervisor, please? Thank you.
Yes, there are drugs being sold out of a day care on 58th and Queens Boulevard.
Yes, maâam, I witnessed it myself.
Look, thatâs my neighborhood, and obviously there are kids in that place, and I would hate to see any of âem get hurt.
No.
Iâd rather not give my name.
Thank you.
[CELL PHONE BEEPS.]
[SOLEMN MUSIC.]
- [DOOR BELL CHIMES.]
- EPIPHANY: Hey, you.
- EPIPHANY: Hey, sis.
- Whatâs up? - What you doinâ? - You know, just tryinâ to get this place together Tasha St.
Patrick, we have a warrant to search the premises.
What is going on? Youâre searching a childrenâs day care? For what? We got an anonymous tip that thereâs a large amount of narcotics being distributed out of this building.
Are you kidding me? You know, this isnât right.
I run a legitimate business that provides a valuable service to the community, and you come in here talking about drugs? This is harassment.
Iâm gonna get my lawyer on the phone.
[INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER.]
- 2-BIT: [INAUDIBLE SPEAKING.]
- Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Listen to me.
- Whatâs going down? Just get the boys and meet me over at the warehouse.
Jasonâs about to need to drop some more weight on us.
- We got some shit to handle.
- Yeah? What about that Ghost motherfucker? You why the fuck is you always askinâ about Ghost for, huh? Ghost ainât gonna be a problem for us at all.
He done for good.
[DARK MUSIC BUILDING.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
Place is clean.
I apologize for any inconvenience.
Looks like it was a bad tip.
Looks like Iâll have to file a complaint.
I wouldnât push it, Mrs.
St.
Patrick.
You know my goddamn name.
Itâs Green.
[SOFTLY.]
Have team B move on the warehouse now.
Got it.
[DOOR BELL CHIMES.]
EPIPHANY: Donât say nothinâ and donât touch nothinâ.
Tasha, what the fuck was that? Itâs okay.
I was expecting it.
I wasnât! Girl, itâs getting too hot around here.
- Iâm out.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.
What you mean, you out? Hold up.
You wonât have anything to worry about.
I got it handled.
No.
You had today handled, but you a mile away from having this shit handled.
Iâm out; my girls at the club out.
I got a baby to think about, and you ha better think about your kids too, âcause you around here trippinâ you trippinâ too.
Epiphany! Are you serious? Move! Get your ass out the way! For real, Ghost? Itâs on.
Yo, that phone call from Tommy got me confused, Bit.
Why we doinâ shit backward? He be talkinâ out his ass and shit be cominâ out his mouth.
ROBERTO: Yo, that nigga been trippinâ lately, keepinâ us in the dark and shit.
Yo, how long we gonna keep ridinâ for this fool? Yo, yâall two niggas chill.
Last thing Tommy needs right now is us switching sides on him.
Fuck you mean, chill? The last thing we need is to get popped or catch a bid for his shit.
- The moâfuckerâs unstable - [DOOR CRASHES OPEN.]
[OVERLAPPING YELLING.]
- SPANKY: All right, all right! - Damn! [SHOUTING CONTINUES.]
2-BIT: Come on, man.
Get off me! - [HANDCUFFS CLICKING.]
- Fuck you! [SIREN WAILING.]
[INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER.]
MAN: Search âem.
- Shut up! - Aah! [TENSE MUSIC.]
That motherfucker set us up! And came back to watch this shit? Fuck that bitch-ass nigga.
This shit ainât over.
Naw.
Just startinâ.
[WHISPERING.]
That motherfucker! [SIREN WAILING.]
Aâight, listen up, âcause Iâm only gonna say this shit once.
I seen a lot of crews go down over bullshit beefinâ over nothinâ, dry snitching, moâfuckers getting caught up in they feelings.
Not us.
We gonna do this shit the right way, so you gonna do what the fuck I say when I say it.
- You hear me? - MEN: Mm-hmm.
Good, âcause it gonna be raining a whole lotta money in this bitch.
We taking uptown by storm, and then we taking over the whole city.
The product should be cominâ in any minute now.
Just sit tight until you hear from me.
Iâm waitinâ for the call from the connect.
Itâs about to get lit, man.
Aâight, drink up, motherfuckers.
JASON: [SPEAKING SERBIAN.]
[SPEAKING SERBIAN.]
No need for it.
Call me when you have eyes on Tommy.
[EDGY MUSIC.]
Take the gun.
[SIGHS.]
[DOOR BELL CHIMES.]
[SIGHS.]
Q? What are you doinâ here? I heard you had some trouble today.
You all right? [SIGHS.]
No.
I think Iâm gonna lose my business.
I mean, why would parents bring their kids back after the Feds were all up in here? Itâs your ex-husband, right? [SCOFFS.]
Why? W-what do you know? I I donât know anything about him, but I know about you, and you wouldnât get mixed up in anything that bad.
Q you donât know me at all.
Youâre right, I donât.
But Iâd like to.
And Iâd like to help you if youâll let me.
Ah.
[INHALES SHARPLY.]
- Tasha, who did that to you? - Look, I donât wanna talk about it.
Your ex.
Some niggas just donât know when to quit! Oh, like you? Tasha, I havenât stopped thinking about you.
So you can try to make me leave again but you need me.
You need my help.
Q, I want you.
I really, really do.
[SOFT, EMOTIONAL MUSIC.]
But I donât need you to take care of my ex.
I can handle him on my own.
[SOFTLY.]
Mm-hmm.
[SIGHS.]
Come here.
- [DOOR CLICKS SHUT.]
- JASON: Wow.
Now weâre talking.
- Nice place, James.
- GHOST: Glad you approve, Jason.
Let me show you around.
Well, come on through.
SECURITY GUARD: Sir, empty your pockets.
Any metal put into this bin and step through.
Letâs go.
I wanna show you this penthouse.
Your whole lifeâs about to change.
[ITEMS CLATTERING.]
[THUNK.]
[ITEMS THUNKING, KEYS CLATTERING.]
[THUNK.]
[BEEP.]
SECURITY GUARD: Thank you.
Here you go.
Thank you.
- Heard from Tommy? - No.
Actually, not a word.
Seems to be missing in action.
Well, you know Tommy, Jason.
Does his own thing, man.
- Ainât that the truth? - [LAUGHS.]
So your boy Andre reached out to me and made a play to be my distro.
Is that so? - [BUTTON CLICKS.]
- Well, Jase, you know what they say: sometimes second chances work themselves out, right? Iâm not so sure.
I told him Iâd be in touch.
No, I think you should take the meeting, Jason.
The boyâs got game, you know? Just hear him out.
See what he has to say.
If you donât like what you see, then fucking get rid of him.
[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS.]
Thatâs what I would do.
[UNEASY MUSIC.]
I have to admit, James, uh, I never bought this idea of you going straight.
I figured youâd come crawling back begging to be my distro after a few weeks.
Told you I was out of the game.
I meant it, Jason.
If you go half on buying this building with me, then we can both stop sleeping with one eye open.
Itâs hard to pass up an opportunity to grab some prime real estate.
[CELL PHONE BUZZING.]
[DARK CHORDS.]
- - [GRUNTING.]
[BOTH GRUNTING.]
Come on, motherfucker, get up! Get up! [INTENSE PERCUSSIVE MUSIC.]
[GRUNTING.]
Aah! [GAGGING.]
[GRUNTING ANGRILY.]
[BOTH GRUNTING.]
[ROARS.]
[PANTING.]
[EXHALES HOARSELY.]
[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS.]
[GRUNTING.]
Motherfucker! All right, heâs shorter than me, a little lighter-skinned.
When that nigga comes up that elevator, you call the cops immediately, all right? Hereâs the cash.
And hold back the surveillance of him walking in here, all right? In case we need to reinforce his guilt to the cops.
Hereâs a burner.
Hold on to it till you hear from me.
And one more thing.
- You never saw my face.
- You got it.
Tommy, what the fuck, man? You set me up to be killed by Jason? You killed LaKeisha.
What? LaKeishaâs dead? Donât play fuckinâ dumb with me.
Look, Tommy, I swear to God, I donât know what the fuck youâre talkinâ about! I didnât kill LaKeisha, and why the fuck would I kill LaKeisha? Oh, yeah? Well, you best keep your head on a swivel, âcause I ainât gonna rest till you six feet under, motherfucker! Look, Tommy, Iâm sorry about LaKeisha, man You know what? Iâm done talkinâ! Iâm cominâ to kill you.
Benny, how the hellâd you get in here, man? Itâs not my first time on the block.
Look, itâs not a good time, all right? Tellinâ me? I lost my cousin.
Now shitâs about to get worse.
I donât have time for this shit.
Just tell me You fuckinâ lied to my face.
I was sitting right fucking there, and you fuckinâ lied to me.
You told me Igor Ungar killed Joey.
He didnât.
I wanna know why you fed me bullshit.
Listen, Benny, I told you what your cousin told me.
Joey told me he had to testify against this Igor guy, right? That he needed a fucking safe place to hide out, to hide he and his daughter until the trial.
So after he was murdered, I just did the math, man.
Simple one plus one made Igor the triggerman.
Well, he wasnât.
I looked into it.
Igor was out of the country for a month.
I donât know who did Joey, but it wasnât him, so stop fuckinâ around with me.
Who killed Joey? Because if you tell me you donât know, Iâm gonna fuckinâ think it was you.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
Look, I canât prove it, but I think it was Tommy.
- Egan? - Mm.
Why would he go after Joey? Because Tommy was convinced that Joey was gonna fuckinâ snitch him out, man, to the Feds.
I donât believe that.
Let me make you a drink, Benny.
Listen Joe told me about the Unger guy.
But if Joe was gonna testify against Tommy, come on.
You and I both know he would have never told me that.
Your kid, Tariq.
- Yeah.
- Heâs the one that brought Elisa Marie to me.
Yeah, he got her out of the back.
But the cops questioned him about that, Benny, okay? He-he didnât see anything.
Yeah.
You know, that night I got between you guys and Vincent, I got a-a vibe from Egan.
Yeah? Yeah.
And I let it go.
[SIGHS.]
Listen, Benny.
Iâm in the process of handling Tommy right now, - so donât worry - All due respect, Ghost, but fuck your process.
Iâm gonna find him, and heâs either gonna cough up some answers, or heâs gonna cough up some blood.
Enjoy your drink.
[INTENSE PERCUSSIVE MUSIC.]
Iâm telling you, Ghost canât kill me because of Jason, so heâs trying to take me down piece by fuckinâ piece.
First he came for LaKeisha, sent some shitbag to try to scare her off, but then she took his ass down just like I taught her.
But then He killed her himself.
Shot her in the head.
[HUFFS.]
LaKeisha is dead? Yeah, T, she gone.
And Iâm sorry.
I know yâall was beefinâ No-no matter what, she was still my sister.
I canât believe this.
Ghost, he dimed out my warehouse to the fuckinâ Feds.
My whole crew got wrapped up.
He did the same shit to me, had my spot raided too.
Thank goodness I was ahead of him.
Place was clean.
TOMMY: But do you see? You see? This motherfucker crossed the line.
Tryinâ to take us out.
This new Ghost this new Ghost ainât got nothing to do with us! So he gotta go.
And I didnât come here to ask for your permission.
I came here to tell you.
Out of respect.
Because we were family.
But some things, you canât never come back from.
- You know? - I understand.
We understand.
Good.
[SIGHING.]
Ma.
What happened to your arm? Ghost, aâight? Ghost happened to my arm.
He laid hands on me.
Tommy was right.
Your father has changed.
Did you know about LaKeisha? All right, look, âRiq, I-I donât wanna lie to you.
Okay? Thatâs all Ghost ever did.
Ghost never told the truth, and look at us now.
We gotta do better.
We gotta protect each other, and the only way we can do that is if we keep it all the way real with each other about everything! So you did it.
You fucking killed LaKeisha and didnât tell me? She was gonna flip, okay? She was gonna flip on all of us.
You donât know what the fuck youâre talking about, little boy.
[TEARFULLY.]
I ha-had to do it.
I-I had to.
I had to protect this family! So yeah.
I killed LaKeisha.
And I will kill Ghost to protect you, âRiq.
I should be the one protecting you! And I will.
I promise you that, Ma, no matter what.
Aâight.
[WHISPERS INDISTINCTLY.]
[KEYS CLATTERING.]
You lied to me.
Benny? Look, I donât know what the fuck Ghost told you, but whatever it was Ghost told me you killed Joey.
What? Thatâs some Yo, what the [BOTH GRUNTING.]
[YELLS.]
[INTENSE MUSIC.]
[GROANING.]
[BOTH GROANING.]
- [KNIFE SLICES.]
- [SCREAMS.]
[BOTH GROANING.]
- [FLESH SQUELCHING.]
- [MOANS.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
[SOFTLY.]
The fuck? [BEEP.]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS.]
[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS.]
The fuck? Fucking Ghost this motherfucker! Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
Hey! What are you doing there? - Hey! - Fuck! Hey, get back here! Listen, this shitâs gotta come to an end.
Rashad, itâs not the right time to step to me, okay? Iâm here so we can finish this once and for all.
Whoa, whoa.
You donât fucking give me orders.
I ainât even gonna hold you up.
We can put the cards on the table, right here, right now.
- No bullshit.
- No bullshit.
I know who you are, James.
I know you set up that robbery here at the club where I found myself having to kill a man.
Alphonse.
Yeah.
And I know that youâre a fuckinâ dope dealer who donât need the kind of heat that I can put on you.
Is that a threat? I finally faced the truth about who you are, James.
[WHISPERING.]
Or should I call you Ghost? Who the fuck is Ghost? I was in denial for a long time, but not anymore.
- Mm-hmm.
- See, whatever assistance you brought to my campaign just ainât been worth the-the cost.
So you and me are no longer, you understand? Weâre done.
[DARK MUSIC.]
Or what? Or I go to the press and tell âem about your past.
If I were this man you seem to think I am, whatâs to stop me from killing you right here, right now? Because if a man like you was gonna kill a man like me Youâd have just done it.
But the truth of the matter is, you know Iâm too high-profile to fuck with.
You ainât gonna do shit, boy.
[LAUGHS.]
I donât know what you heard about me, and, quite frankly, I donât give two fucks.
But whatever person is in your fucking ear, they got it wrong.
I donât make threats.
If I had any intention of killing you, Rashad, you would never see it cominâ.
You would simply I donât know disappear like a ghost.
Lucky for you, I ainât the nigga I used to be.
Get the fuck out of my place of business.
You got one thing right.
We are done.
Officially fucking done.
Youâll read about my next move in tomorrowâs paper.
Hey.
Iâm glad youâre here.
Iâm ready to start mapping out our next move.
I donât know how to say this, Rashad, but we donât have a next move.
Whatâs that supposed to mean? It means I donât work for you anymore.
What? Ramona - What are you talking about? - I now work for Lorette Walsh and her running mate.
[LAUGHS.]
Lorette Walsh doesnât have a running mate.
She does now.
Thanks to me.
You might wanna watch the news tomorrow morning, Rashad.
Or you can hear it from me first.
Lorette Walsh is planning to announce James St.
Patrick as her running mate to be the next lieutenant governor of New York.
You lost, boo.
[EDGY MUSIC.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
[JAZZY MUSIC.]
Howâd you know where to find me? Know a manâs habits, you know the man.
You know, I didnât expect to see you here, considering you fucked me a hundred ways till Tuesday with Dre.
I didnât expect to find you in a place that actually plays good music.
See? Iâm full of surprises.
I have good taste in music, I make a mean paella, and everything I did at Eastern District I did for one reason to put the fuckinâ bad guys away punto final.
I believe you.
You do? LaKeisha Grant was murdered last night.
- [SIGHS.]
- Shot twice.
Oh, God.
Tell me you got Egan for that.
Look, I didnât agree with your methods, but Iâm starting to understand why you used them.
Iâm here because I know you will stop at nothing to take these people down, and these people need to be taken down.
Iâm close.
We just need to push a little harder.
Hey, what can I do? Iâm fired, remember? Help me make sense of this, okay, because I donât even think that Egan actually killed LaKeisha.
What? Come on.
Heâs a fuckinâ serial killer.
Thatâs what he does.
Look, he killed Angela.
He killed Proctor.
You were getting to LaKeisha.
He found out about it boom.
But you didnât see his face.
[SCOFFS.]
He wasnât angry.
He was heartbroken.
He didnât know about it at all.
And if he didnât know about it, thereâs no motive.
Then we put pressure on Tasha St.
Patrick.
Sheâs the weak link between Egan and St.
Patrick.
We just have to find a pressure point.
[LAUGHS.]
[KNOCK AT DOOR.]
[KNOCK AT DOOR.]
[HUFFS.]
Another anonymous tip? Weâre here about LaKeisha Grant.
Oh.
Shit.
I know.
I-Iâm devastated.
You know, Iâve hardly slept since I heard.
Please, come in.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
So any idea who killed her? Yeah, can we skip past the part where you dance circles around us when we all know the truth? Just need you to confirm it.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
Did James kill LaKeisha? Why would he do that? Because LaKeisha turned informant on James.
SAXE: And some jobs you donât farm out if you want it done the right way.
No.
This is absurd.
Even if you all manipulated âKeisha into making false statements against James, whereâs her proof? Okay, you have no idea what information we got from LaKeisha before she died.
BLANCA: Choose.
You or your ex-husband.
Which is it? [LAUGHS.]
Jesus Christ! Time after time, youâve covered for James, after all heâs taken away from you.
After betrayal and public humiliation youâre still loyal to him? Jesus.
Would he do the same for you? BLANCA: Heâs a dangerous man.
We know this.
So do you.
How long before he tries to kill you, Tasha? [TENSE MUSIC.]
Is that bruise from James? It is, isnât it? If you donât help us, weâre gonna take a much harder look at your son, Tariq, and where he was the night Raymond Jones was murdered.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
James didnât kill LaKeisha.
But he did kill Terry Silver.
W-wait.
Were you a witness? - Did you see him do it? - No! - Then how can you be sure? - Itâs just the things that he was saying.
You know, he was angry about us.
I believe he did it.
I just donât have proof.
Weâre gonna need a body to make this stick against St.
Patrick.
Any idea where heâd stash a body? [SCOFFS.]
I mean, I canât say for certain.
I honestly donât even wanna think about it.
But I-I donât-I donât know.
No, no, go ahead.
Well I suspect that if you go to the old decommissioned parking structure at terminal one of LaGuardia Airport, level five, youâll find him.
I mean, thereâs no traffic, no security there.
If I was James and I had a body in a vehicle to hide on short notice Iâd go there.
Itâs unlocked.
Pop the trunk.
[LATCH CLICKS.]
- [DRAMATIC MUSICAL STING.]
- SAXE: Ugh! - Ugh! Oh! - [COUGHS, CLEARS THROAT.]
That is definitely Terry Silver.
BLANCA: Yeah, location and placement of the body are consistent with Tashaâs theory.
I canât look at that.
[SIGHS.]
Anything? Uh he likes musicals.
Does that help? [SIGHS.]
Letâs keep looking.
If Tasha was right, then this murder was unplanned, which means St.
Patrick was in a rush.
So he must have overlooked something.
[WHISPERING.]
Fuck.
Open up the door, man.
[KNOCKING.]
Open the fucking door! - Hey - What the fuck you doing here, man? Look, man, man, I need your help.
Who the fuck are you hiding from? Look, Ghost killed Jason Micic.
He set me up to take the fall, man! Fuck! I got spotted at the fucking scene! So youâre coming to me to make it go away? No, Iâm cominâ to you to help you get Ghost.
Look, we both want him off the streets, right? Ghost is the main source of your problems.
Mine too.
So letâs take this two-faced motherfucker out and be done with this shit! Come on, come on, Saxe, letâs do it.
You just turn your back on this opportunity? Are you fucking crazy? Okay.
Plant that at St.
Patrickâs place, and Iâll do my best to cover your tracks on the Jason kill.
What the fuck is this, Saxe? Itâs evidence.
It links Ghost to a murder that he committed.
But I need to make sure that the dots connect, so you connect âem for me.
So you want me to plant evidence on Ghost.
[EXHALES HEAVILY.]
Look, I wanna make sure that the 12 idiots stuck in that jury box have no reasonable doubt regarding the kind of man that Ghost is.
So you do this, and weâre done with that motherfucker.
So you wanna frame him for murder.
What [SIGHS.]
Yes, okay? I wanna frame a guilty man.
Sometimes the justice system needs a fucking kick in the ass.
Heâs staying at the James Hotel.
Donât fuck this up.
[DARK MUSIC.]
[MUSIC INTENSIFIES.]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING.]
What are you doing here, âRiq? Whatâs this supposed to mean? I donât need it anymore.
I ainât coming back to your place again.
Okay, why donât you just tell me whatâs going on.
I know what happened between you and Ma.
Donât you ever put your fucking hands on her again.
And donât you ever fucking use that tone with me again.
Iâm not scared of you anymore.
Iâm not a child, aâight? I said watch your tone with me.
What you gonâ do, slap me up? Or put a gun to my head? You did that shit already, Ghost.
Donât you remember? Yeah, you forced me to do that shit with the shit you pulled.
This right here, this is your mother trying to turn you against me.
Man, no, the fuck it isnât.
You donât even realize there ainât shit that she could say that would turn me against you.
Only person that could do that is you.
You lost me a long time ago, Ghost.
You did that shit yourself.
Hey, you canât say that shit to me, âRiq, after every fucking thing Iâve done for you.
You ainât never did a thing for me.
Ever.
Iâm out.
We ainât done yet! Get back here! Son, I said get back here! - Weâre not fucking done - Everything you do is always for you! Itâs always about you! Youâre so fucking selfish! You come in my place of work, a place I built for you, you call me selfish, then run out on the street and sell drugs with your moms? I know what she got you doing, son.
Thatâs the best you can do? With all the intelligence, Tariq, all the advantages I fuckinâ never had thatâs the best you can do, a fuckinâ drug dealer? Itâs the best you could do, right? Thatâs the best you could do.
If itâs okay for you, why it ainât okay for me, huh? Listen to me, Tariq.
When I was your age, I thought it was the right thing to do.
My father tried to get me to turn my back on the streets.
I didnât listen.
I donât want you to make the same mistake, son.
Okay? Iâm trying to protect you, man.
Iâm trying to protect you from a life of misery, son! I ainât your fuckinâ son.
You are my son, and Iâm your father, and Iâm always gonna be your father.
Listen to this.
Stay away from me, and stay away from her.
Ainât gonna say that shit again.
I ainât gonna say it again.
Watch your fucking tone with me! Put your hands on Ma one more time, and I swear to God Iâll murder you myself.
I promise you that.
You canât talk to your father that way.
Donât get it twisted.
You might have given me life, but you were never my fuckinâ father.
- [POUNDS WALL.]
- [GHOST GRUNTS.]
[ALBIN LEE MELDAUâS "BLOODSHOT".]
ALBIN: Monday morning be coming As I hang myself out to dry Teardrops be fallinâ And youâre the reason why Lyinâ in my bed I need somethinâ Cryinâ in my bed I fear somethinâ Lyinâ in my bed I need somethinâ Itâs you How I wonder Lying next to you, oh, yeah I wonder Is there someone new Next to you JAMES: I'm sorry for the way things turned out.
TASHA: Oh, not as sorry as you're gonna be.
Tariq is in real trouble.
Circumstances have changed son.
- TARIQ: [YELLING.]
You lied to my face! - I was taking care of you! I don't need you, but you need me.
I'm leaving you behind.
TOMMY: You get everything you want, and I got nothing.
Losing is a scale.
You become an expert with it, Rashad.
RAMONA: Tate would do everything in his power to ruin your life.
COUNCILMAN TATE: How can I help you? BLANCA: I just want a search warrant.
DRE: I know you tried to frame for Jason's murder.
We can't control what happens next Ghost.
Nothing is gonna stop me.