Previously on Power...
James St. Patrick,
you are under arrest for the murder
of Special Agent Gregory Knox.
Julio is the distro now.
He'll keep you in weight.
Ghost put me in charge of this shit.
And Tommy left me in charge of everything.
- I don't feel safe. - I got you.
I'm giving you as much money as I can.
Just stay away from the kid.
Tony Teresi... One count manslaughter,
one count second-degree murder.
John, what are you doing here?
Just got a new assignment.
I'll be sitting first chair in the St. Patrick case.
After today, we'll be working out of my offices.
- Your Honor... - Bail is denied, Mr. Proctor.
Cop killer.
We got a resister!
So he's not coming home?
No.
Not right now.
I'm sorry.
That means he did it.
Boy, I don't want to hear those damn words
come out of your mouth ever again.
Your father would never kill anyone.
And you know better.
The police arrest innocent black men all the time.
Yeah, 'Riq, don't be dumb.
- You're the dumb one. - I'm not the dumb one!
Stop it, please.
Now, look,
I know this is gonna be hard,
but we're gonna have to go on with our lives,
like everything is normal.
I don't want you discussing your father's arrest with anyone.
I mean, someone could try to twist your words
and use them to hurt your dad and our family.
If anyone asks,
we don't call him "Ghost."
It's just a nickname that he got when he was a kid.
How did he get the name "Ghost" anyways?
Yeah, Mom? How did he?
It doesn't mean anything.
It's the hood.
Everybody has nicknames in the hood.
What if something happens to Daddy when he's in prison?
Nothing is gonna happen to your father, okay?
Your dad is gonna be fine.
We are all gonna be fine.
I promise. Okay?
What's up, 'Keisha?
You told me I was safe, Tommy.
Fuck you talkin' about?
I was at the penthouse with Tasha when the Feds raided it.
And I met Angela.
The bitch wants blood.
The fuck is going on with Ghost, anyway?
Thought he was supposed to be out by now.
All I know is, he didn't get bail.
I want out.
Want both yours and Tasha's names off the shop's paperwork.
It's too late for that.
You're not going anywhere.
The Feds are gonna be going through their finances and shit.
Ghost's name ain't on the shop paperwork.
If something pops off with Tasha's accounts,
it's gonna give the Feds a fuckin' hard on.
You don't get it.
I got a kid to think about.
You'd understand, Tommy, if you had one.
Hey,
no matter what happens, I got your back.
Just like we all did in the neighborhood,
and just like I did with Milan.
Did you fight back?
No.
It was two against one and I was handcuffed.
Good.
It's like I said before,
everyone in here thinks you're James St. Patrick.
No matter how much people mess with you,
you're gonna have to suppress Ghost.
Shivin' a motherfucker is not gonna help you beat this case.
I got everything in here on lock, all right?
What are you doing to get me out?
My hands are tied until I find out what the prosecution's
narrative's gonna be.
They got your fingerprints and your DNA
under Greg's fingernails.
Don't know what other evidence they got.
Evidence is bullshit.
Angela is fucking furious
because I dumped her, period.
She's framing me, man.
You need to tell them about our relationship.
Are you out of your fucking mind?
Introducing a love triangle between James St. Patrick,
Angela Valdes and Greg Knox is a slam dunk.
Think about it; it gives us the cleanest motive.
Juries love a motive.
I agree with Saxe.
James St. Patrick killed Greg in a jealous rage
and the jury will understand.
Who gives a fuck if Valdes gets disbarred?
It's a small price to pay for her indiscretions.
Love triangle would have been a great narrative,
except, all of you assholes knew
Valdes was sleeping with both of them.
If that became public knowledge,
all of you would potentially be called up as witnesses
for the defense, royally fucking your credibility
and the department's.
But this is the narrative we can prove.
We put Angela on the stand, she gives us the case
in one piece of testimony.
We get ahead of the story, right, Mike?
Sorry I'm late.
Got off on the wrong floor.
Angela, have a seat.
Introducing your relationship
will be handing the jury a motive, wrapped in a bow.
If you take the stand, the prosecution will eviscerate you.
The "jealous ex" narrative will turn this trial
into a soap opera.
The jury would ignore the evidence,
focus on the sex.
You had a sexual relationship with the defendant,
James St. Patrick?
You're under oath, Angela.
You're not really considering putting me on the stand?
I have to consider everything.
You had a sexual relationship with James St. Patrick,
yes or no?
Yes.
And where did you meet
to have sex with Mr. St. Patrick?
At her apartment,
at my nightclub,
at the St. James Hotel.
Did she know you were married
when you started sleeping with her?
Yes, I knew.
So you had to hide it?
If we check the credit card records,
will it show that you were slipping out during work hours...
Having an affair on taxpayer dollars?
Reminding you, you're under oath.
Maybe once or twice.
We met whenever we could.
You knew her since high school.
Is it fair to say you've been in love with her
for almost 20 years?
He was my first love.
So you dumped Knox for St. Patrick?
After all, he was your first love.
And after she broke up with Knox,
he became obsessed with both of you,
starting following you?
Yes. He followed me and Angela.
He never found anything.
I filed a formal complaint,
and Greg was suspended.
And then you moved in with St. Patrick,
even though he had stolen government property
from your apartment
to help Tommy Egan out of prison.
That didn't seem like a conflict of interest?
You gave up your family,
your apartment, everything to be with her.
You finally had your childhood dream.
It was unrealistic, at best.
So you broke up with St. Patrick and got back together with Knox.
How did you think the defendant would react?
You snapped.
She was the love of your life,
and you wanted revenge.
Did you know that James St. Patrick
was capable of murder?
The woman you sacrificed everything for,
the woman you loved since you were a teenager,
she got back with this FBI agent, Knox.
You couldn't live with it,
so you killed him.
No, I would never kill anyone
in law enforcement.
You mean to say you'd never kill anyone,
right, Mr. St. Patrick?
Why the distinction?
Have you killed anyone before?
Have you ever killed anyone, Mr. St. Patrick?
If you get on the stand,
you cannot lie, James.
Once you're convicted of perjury,
you cannot take the stand in your own defense ever again.
So if you say "no" to that question,
we're fucked in the courthouse for the rest of your life.
You can't put me on the stand.
Damn right, we can't,
and that goes for you two too.
If you were called up to testify under penalty of perjury,
you would have to admit that you knew Angela Valdes
had romantic relationships with Knox and St. Patrick.
James St. Patrick, a known associate of Thomas Egan,
the man your office is trying to prove is Ghost.
And that's the story.
Not Angela and St. Patrick.
The story is St. Patrick and Egan.
The story is St. Patrick and Ghost.
Okay, so what do we do?
Unfortunately, we have to wait for the prosecution's next move.
In the meantime, you need to make some calls
on the prison's phone system.
Be James St. Patrick.
Let people know you're gonna be in here awhile.
And I'll work my magic with the press from the outside.
It's all about perception.
Maybe your connect might be interested
in hearing what I could do for his organization.
A'ight, so listen up.
When somebody orders two bottles of Citrine 2005,
you hit 'em with one bottle
and a Truth matchbox.
What's in it?
You don't need to know.
And neither does Dominique, a'ight?
Two bottles go on the receipt,
but only one bottle gets pulled from inventory.
What happens to the extra bottle?
It just magically disappears
and our receipts match up.
Bet, so shit look legit,
just in case we get audited.
A'ight, get back to work.
You have a collect call
from the Manhattan Correctional Center.
Will you accept the charges?
Yes.
Andre, how are things at the clubs?
Good, James. How are you?
Unfortunately, I'm gonna have to be here
a little bit longer than I anticipated.
I heard. What do you need?
While my lawyer works on getting this mess sorted out,
I'm gonna need you to step up and run the clubs in my absence.
- All right? - Oh, I already am.
With you all over the news, business has been booming.
I've got DJs booked out a month ahead
and I've been talking to Karen every day.
Every day?
Yes, she and her dad were having second thoughts
about the expansion,
but I talked them off the ledge.
I got everything on lock.
I'll see you soon.
Hey, boss!
Quesalupa's back.
Thanks for the tip, B.G.,
but I could give zero fucks about the Quesalupa.
Cristobal didn't show up to pick up his product today.
I'm tight with the guy who tats up the Toros Locos.
He told me Cristobal met with the Toros Locos distro,
asked to meet with their connect.
I've barely been the connect a minute
and this motherfucker's already disrespecting me?
Go have a little chat with him.
Ooh.
You're too big of a target.
I'll handle it.
All right,
but when you roll out there,
don't step on your fucking meat.
You do me and our organization right.
No doubt.
What's up with Ghost?
He's still locked up.
And don't discuss that with nobody.
Yeah.
I just wish we could help him somehow.
Yeah, maybe you could get a conjugal visit.
Really?
I owe him, Tommy, that's it.
I know, you two got a real touching story.
I just wonder what chapter do you shut the fuck up?
I heard you run them clubs.
You a rich boy.
Bet you think you're better than everyone.
Thing is,
I'm still hungry.
And that biscuit...
is looking mighty succulent.
You lookin' real pretty with them baby seal eyes.
Hey.
Biscuit,
get the fuck out of here.
Whoo-hoo!
My client, James St. Patrick,
is an upstanding business and family man,
wrongfully accused by an organization
that is clearly corrupt.
The victim, FBI Agent, Greg Knox,
was investigated and proven to be a government leak
in a conspiracy to commit murder
against cartel leader Felipe Lobos.
Mr. Proctor,
do you think St. Patrick was targeted
because he's African-American?
You know me, Marvin.
I don't play the race card,
but in this case, yes.
James St. Patrick is just one of many
innocent African-American men
who have fallen victim to a biased justice system.
I'm compiling a list of employees
on St. Patrick's corporate payroll.
Egan can't be the only criminal St. Patrick keeps in his orbit.
Have you seen this shit?
I guarantee you, the prosecution is not interested
in protecting James St. Patrick's civil rights.
They're only interested in getting a conviction.
I love how he's calling us racist
to discredit our arrest of St. Patrick.
No one in here is even white.
I am.
I mean... And I'd just like to say
not every white person is racist.
Thanks very much.
Not every one, no.
No offense, it's just ridiculous.
He's poisoning our potential juror pool.
We have a black friend.
Maybe we send Donovan out there,
make him our version of Chris Darden.
No thanks. Being on camera ain't my thing.
We should ask for a gag order.
There's no way Judge Tapper will sign off on it.
The guy's a hard ass.
We have to try. St. Patrick cannot walk.
I'm not losing to that cocksucker Proctor again.
Remember, act normal,
and be on your best behavior.
All right?
We're gonna visit your father.
He wants to see you,
and it's important to him that you know he's innocent.
What if I don't want to see him?
It's not up for discussion, 'Riq.
Your father loves and misses you.
Now listen to me.
We are a family,
and families stick together,
through good times and bad.
And when we go, we're gonna sit behind the glass
and we have to talk into phones.
But remember, we're being recorded.
Do not call him "Ghost."
We know, Mom.
All right.
Go ahead, Raina.
- See you later. - Have a good day.
I'm not gonna tell your father
about your little drinking incident.
It's obvious these new friends of yours
are a bad influence.
When your father was young, like you,
he had some pretty rough friends.
One of them was named Kanan.
You ever heard of him?
Stay here.
What are you doing?
Leave my kids alone.
I said back the fuck up!
Wha...
What the fuck?
You're gonna be hearing from my lawyer, lady!
So that's how I'm supposed to behave?
'Riq...
Hey.
That gun you brought to school,
is it the same one your dad used
to kill that FBI agent?
Maybe.
Are you stupid or something?
Mom told us not to say anything.
She's a liar, just like Dad.
Sup with you, 'Riq?
It's like I don't even know you anymore.
Thanks.
What's poppin'?
Nothin', man.
I'm just tired of all this shit
going on with my parents.
My dad didn't make bail.
He wants us to come visit.
Does that mean he's guilty?
I told you, I knew your dad for a long time.
He did that shit. He guilty as fuck.
I knew it.
But you should still go see him.
Why? He doesn't care about us.
'Cause I got plans for us.
If you continue to be good, they'll trust you.
You're a smart little nigga.
Play the game, son.
There she is.
Hey.
It's my bride.
You're just as beautiful as the day you walked down that aisle.
Yeah, yeah, right, okay, yeah.
Tony,
this is the last time
I'm gonna be able to make this trip by myself.
I am just too damn sick.
I just can't make it.
The oncologist said that he could get me
on that experimental treatment,
but he's gotta see the cash up front.
All right, listen.
The money didn't come through this time.
I'm sorry.
I mean, it's fuckin' killing me.
It's okay. It's okay.
You know,
you got enough to worry about in there.
I just wish I could've given you a kid.
Will you stop saying shit like that?
It just fuckin' pisses me off!
That's who could be taking care of me right now.
Connie, you listen to me.
You've given me everything that any man could ever want.
I'll get you the money,
I promise ya.
Hey.
Hey, you work for us, Cristobal.
That means when it's time to pick up the product,
you gotta show the fuck up.
See, word on the street is,
you asked the Toros Locos for a meet with their connect.
I used to be a Toro.
Can't trust 'em.
Well, with all the shit going on with Ghost,
I'm not so sure I can trust Tommy, either.
Hey, you know what? Fuck you guys.
My primo, Anibal, "got got"
working for Ghost and Tommy.
Shut the fuck up... - You shut up, puto.
If we work for you, we might as well be walking around
with fucking targets on our backs.
- Nigga, who you callin' "puto"? - What?
Domingo!
- No. - Wait.
Look, man, your territory brings in a grip of cash for us.
We ain't willing to let that shit go.
Now, to show you what a valued primera you are to us,
I'm gonna throw in a couple extra bricks.
We good?
Yeah.
Yeah, we cool.
Come on.
Let's go.
We're here on the prosecution's request
for a protective order prohibiting the attorneys
from speaking to the press.
Are you kidding me, John?
Coming from the guy who has the New York Post on speed dial?
His introduction of race into the case
is designed to turn prospective jurors against the prosecution.
In today's political climate, it's incendiary.
This is a First Amendment issue here,
and a gag order would interfere with my ability
to try this case.
Our point exactly.
He wants to try this case in the press,
not the courtroom, Your Honor.
Enough.
We both know that you address the press
when it suits you too.
So I'd say get in the game,
'cause I'm not going to be used as a pawn
in this ongoing pissing match
between you and Mr. Proctor.
I'm denying your motion.
And I'm late for lunch.
I'll see you later, John.
Nice try.
Okay, our evidence has to be airtight
if the jury's gonna be biased against us.
The DNA is great.
We should check out the fingerprints again.
- I'll do that. - But it may not be enough.
What else can we do?
Yeah, bro, I got the system in place, so...
Ain't no thing.
FBI. We have a warrant.
Need to speak with the manager.
- I am the manager. - We need your security footage.
- I have to shut the system off. - So do it.
We'll wait.
Yes, sir.
Open the safe, please.
- Check the file. - Yes, sir.
I'll take the bookcase.
Got something.
I'm innocent.
I'm sorry that our family has to go through this.
This is so messed up.
When are you coming home?
Soon, baby girl.
Unfortunately, these things just take time.
Hand the phone to your brother, please.
I need you to be the man of the house
until I come home, all right, 'Riq?
That means taking care of your two sisters
and being respectful to your mother.
I got it, Dad.
Don't worry about it.
Thank you
for coming to see me.
You have no idea how much it means to me.
I want you to know how much I love you
and that of everything I've accomplished in life,
the thing that I'm most proud of
is being your father.
We love you too, Dad.
Okay.
I'll see you soon.
Say "Bye, Daddy."
Bye.
I thought you had everything under control.
Why isn't he out?
Ghost'll be out soon.
I... his lawyer is a fucking mastermind.
He's the one who got me out
when I was scooped up with Lobos.
I hope you're right.
Look, I don't want to have to get Chicago involved
in this problem.
Yo, Marcus.
What happened to your eye?
Julio got Cristobal back on board,
but his homey, Domingo, was running his mouth.
H-he got one off.
And Julio didn't stop that shit?
Talk!
Marcus tried to step in,
but Domingo stepped to his slow ass first.
I mean, shit was about to pop off,
but Cristobal took care of it.
Told his nigga to step off.
Cristobal. Not Julio.
Did something jump off with Ghost?
No. I'm just checkin' in on you.
Can I come in?
- Come in. - Thank you.
You hungry?
I've got some leftovers.
No, I'm good.
So what's up?
It's just...
I still need your help with this job.
I know how you feel about me running money through there,
but...
you got my back, right?
Just like I got yours.
You sure it's safe?
Trust me. Okay?
It's all good.
Where's Cash at? He home?
No. Cash is at his cousin's house.
We're here, alone.
Wait.
Big Red ain't around anymore?
I thought you and Holly was, like, real tight.
Especially since you kept her around
after she stole Tasha's earrings.
Nah.
She gone.
She ain't coming back.
Oh.
Shit.
I spoke to Connie.
The doc says she's got a year,
and not the 18 months.
Fuck.
I always figured I'd be the first one to go,
not her.
I'm sorry, Tony.
I got the info you asked for on the nightclub owner,
James St. Patrick.
He's in for murdering an FBI agent.
My kinda guy.
I figured he was somebody fuckin' important.
That chink prosecutor dropped my case for his.
His business partner's a guy named Thomas Egan...
Looks like he's a high level drug dealer.
He was arrested during a meeting with Felipe Lobos,
head of the Lobos Cartel, but the charges were dropped.
Egan?
Where'd St. Patrick grow up?
He and Egan are both from Queens.
Yes.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
You ever play in the snow before?
Nah.
The snow can be unpredictable.
Never know how many inches you're gonna get.
Oh.
Got you a goddamn blizzard your first time out.
Nah, but on the real, right,
Tasha can't know we smashed.
I can't have anything nice that she doesn't have,
or she'll take it.
Just like she did with Shawn.
Tasha was fucking Shawn?
- Yeah. - Fuck outta here.
Did Ghost know?
Yeah, he knew about it, but
he was so caught up with Angela, he didn't care.
God damn.
Shawn was just Tasha's way of getting even with Ghost.
She took him from me.
And now she's taken my business too.
You're, like,
the only good thing that's come out of this mess for me.
Your business is safe.
I promise you that.
And you right.
T can't know shit about us neither.
We're gonna present evidence and testimony
that proves James St. Patrick killed Agent Knox
to protect his childhood friend and his business partner,
Thomas Egan,
that Egan and Knox were working for cartel leader Felipe Lobos,
and they were co-conspirators in this murder.
After the death of Mr. Lobos,
Agent Knox was under investigation
for leaking classified information.
And we believe James St. Patrick silenced Knox
at the order of Thomas Egan.
I'm asking you to indict James St. Patrick
for the crime of murder in the first degree
in the death of Federal Agent Greg Knox.
I just want to extend a big congratulations
to Donovan for finding the murder weapon at Truth.
It's the final nail in St. Patrick's coffin
and Proctor's gonna shit when he finds out.
Listen, I can't take credit.
The asshole left it underneath the bar in his office.
- What? - Hey, you know what they say,
"we don't catch the smart ones."
The gun is great news,
but we still need to prove that Tommy Egan is Ghost.
And connect him, at least circumstantially,
to Lobos's murder.
Tommy has an alibi.
His coked-out mom, Kate.
I don't know if we can break her,
but we can definitely get Tapper to sign off on a warrant
for a tail.
Catch him in the act of running his organization.
You think Egan is stupid enough to be running drugs
while his best friend is accused of murder?
If I know Tommy, he can't help himself.
Then we're going to catch him.
Did you bring the re-up for my wife?
I got a call from Dre.
He said the Feds found a fucking gun at Truth?
I mean, he didn't really do it.
He says he didn't,
and I believe him, but the jury won't.
They're saying he did it because you asked him to,
because you're partners.
Oh.
So if he goes down, I go down?
Yes.
And they're gonna be looking for any reason they can get
to bring you in.
Look, if they can prove that you're a drug dealer,
it helps their case.
You need to lay low.
Stay out of the game for a while.
Shit's bad timing, Proctor.
I'm under pressure to...
keep doing what I'm doing.
Yeah, well, Angela knows everything about you.
She's gonna be lookin' to bring you in.
This all happened because he couldn't keep
his fuckin' hands off of her.
I told him to stay away from that bitch.
I told him too.
Things are gonna get worse.
All right.
I'll keep a low profile.
But if shit does go sideways and I do get arrested,
I'm gonna kill you.
Get out!
Tommy, man, I'm sorry.
- Shut up! - Yo.
- Y-yo... - Shut up. Shut the fuck up.
Get out of here.
Run.
I'll give you a head start.
Did I stutter?
Run, mothafucka!
One!
Two.
Ten.
Ready or not, here I come.
Faster!
Oh... shit!
You okay?
Your fat fuck of a cousin could've run faster than that.
You better not disrespect my organization
ever again!
Okay!
Just get the fuck off me!
No. Ask nicely.
Get the fuck off me...
please.
Okay.
Get up. I'll show you how to do this shit.
Push it till you feel it slide in some more...
It forces the fucking bolt down.
Then bend the card towards the door frame.
And voila.
Cool, I'ma try that next time.
What's up with your dad?
I don't wanna talk about that nigga.
You ever hear of somebody named Kanan?
Yeah, he from the old crew.
But you ain't gotta worry about him.
Kanan dead.
I wouldn't have left a fucking gun at Truth...
You know that!
I told you, Angie's framing me!
It doesn't matter who put it there.
What matters is that they found it.
They think you killed Greg to protect Tommy.
I think they're gonna try and prove that Tommy is Ghost
so they can make this whole thing a RICO.
Or prosecute both of you guys under the Kingpin Statute.
What does that mean?
Both laws target organized crime
and have Draconian sentencing guidelines
against major drug dealers.
You'd both be charged as drug traffickers...
And I think you know, I can't win that case.
We're talking about a mandatory life sentence,
and if they can prove you killed Lobos
or anyone else in the commission of your drug crimes,
it gets worse from there.
So they wanna make Tommy the Kingpin
because they think he's Ghost.
They're gonna offer me a deal to flip on him.
If I know John,
yeah.
He loves a snitch.
And I know that's a tough call for you,
but now that they got the murder weapon,
the fingerprints, and the DNA,
I'd be a shit lawyer if I told you this is an easy beat.
If it were me sitting on the other side of that table,
I would strongly consider flipping.
Yeah, but you know what, Proctor?
It's not you on the other end of this table.
It's me.
It's me and Tommy.
- Come on, get in here. - Oh, Tommy.
Whoa, Tommy, thank God you're okay.
I heard about Jamie on the news.
Is that why you wanted me to come into the city?
I woulda gotten here sooner, except the goddamn trains
are a fucking mess.
I'm worried about you.
Well, I'm fine for now,
but t-the heat could be coming down any minute.
At least that fucking FBI agent who came to the house is dead.
Here's hoping that whatever
he had on you and Jamie died with him.
Ma, don't talk about Ghost.
He's the reason we're all in this fucking mess.
All 'cause he couldn't stay away from Angela.
Oh.
Looks like you got girl trouble too.
Holly left you?
I told you she would.
No, Ma. It's the other way around.
I got rid of her.
You finally listened to me.
Well, at least she had the decency
to return Mom's ring. Here, I want it.
Why, so you can hock it again? I don't think so.
Oh, gimme a fucking break.
She wasn't exactly the world's greatest mother.
Well, I guess that shit runs in the family.
Watch your mouth.
All right, Ma, I gotta get out of here.
Keep your head on a swivel, and if I do get popped,
you know where the money is, all right?
And here.
Take her.
I can't believe you're letting me drive it.
I can't believe it either.
Desperate times and shit.
So go on, get out of here.
We gotta hurry up.
And Ma, if you strip that clutch,
me and you are gonna have a little talk.
- Oh, fuck you. - Fuck you.
Yo, I want my motherfuckin' change.
Mike?
The gun at Truth is bothering me.
It's too easy.
I think he left it there intentionally to beat his case.
You're overthinking it, Angela.
I know he's burned you before,
but the gun at the club makes sense
to all of us.
I'm sure he was going to get rid of it,
but got arrested before he had a chance to do it.
Murder one for St. Patrick.
That's good news.
- Great job. - Oh, yeah.
We're gonna bury him.
We are. Literally.
DOJ approved the death penalty.
I didn't know you were seeking it.
Oh, I always file for it. Never hurts.
Congratulations. That is terrific.
Mike, you and Saxe should join me in the conference room now.
I would like to join the strategy meeting, John.
Come on, we talked about this.
You're on the bench.
And now that the stakes are this high,
it's better for everyone.
I'll keep you in the loop.
And I'll make sure we see St. Patrick get the shot.
Hello?
You know, I used to work the death row detail at Leavenworth.
They say it's painless,
but actually it's not.
See, the drugs paralyze you,
but you conscious.
You feel everything,
hear everything, smell everything...
Wide awake.
Then you have a heart attack.
Shit all over yourself.
Last one I seen,
took the dude a full 45 minutes
before he stopped twitching.
And that's what's gonna happen to you.
That's exactly what's gonna happen to you.
You had my kids here
and you're gonna let their father die
for something he didn't do?
I don't know if Proctor told you this,
but Jamie's fingerprints were at the crime scene,
his DNA was under Greg's fingernails,
and they found the murder weapon at Truth.
You tell me he didn't do it.
Ain't no fuckin' way he left a gun lying around at Truth.
Okay?
And like I said to you before,
he wouldn't kill an FBI Agent.
He never mentioned a Greg Knox to me...
Not once.
The night I came into the club?
The first time I saw Jamie?
I had a boyfriend then.
It was Greg.
I swear to God, if you weren't a goddamn cop...
But I am.
Good night, Tasha.
For what it's worth,
I wish I'd never walked into Truth that night.
I wish I'd never seen Jamie again.
Now that we do agree on.
Why the fuck you talking to Tariq?
He asked me about Kanan.
I swear, I didn't. I didn't.
Unless you want to be a dead nigga,
you keep your fuckin' mouth shut
and them payments coming.
Wait.
Why the fuck you hanging with Tariq?
I'm paying you to stay away from him, man.
You were.
You done told so many lies and made so many enemies
you ain't got no friends.
Now you paying me to keep you alive.
Hello?
You have a collect call
from the Manhattan Correctional Center.
Will you accept the charges?
Yes.
James?
Tommy.
You sound tired.
I am.
It's good to hear your voice, brother.
How you holding up in there?
Not so good.
If I go down for this,
they're giving me the needle.
Fuck out of here, man.
You ain't going out like that.
You can't.
You scared?
Help me.
What do you need me to do?
I need you to take care of my family.
I got you.
I'ma handle everything.
You keep your head up in there.
Okay.
- Later, brother.