Previously on Power...
When you're done with those, bring the cash back. I got some more for you.
You're gonna need more than just Brayden helping you.
So you in?
Ghost and I had our first divorce arbitration.
He won't break the prenup that says I don't get shit.
Welcome to our new home, baby.
You're supposed to watch my fucking back.
Things happen out there, Rashad.
What are you gonna do?
I've already told you guys
everything I know about Joey.
He went and signed an agreement
that protects him from previous crimes.
I need to get a bug in his house.
How does Elisa Marie feel about, uh...
unicorns?
We have a problem.
Diego thinks Tommy and Ghost
told the FBI where to find us.
Now, why would he think that?
He told me you were dead.
- Did you tell him I'm alive? - Nah.
Angela put me onto Andre Coleman to close the Alicia Jimenez case.
We need him to be ready to testify tomorrow.
The Jimenez got Angela?
You testify against Alicia Jimenez tomorrow.
After that, you'll never see New York again.
Baby, stop. Tell me what's going on.
Huh?
I promise I'ma get us out of here, okay?
Okay?
- Thomas, you good? - I'm good.
I need you to do another alley sweep.
Jameson, you're up in the bird's nest on the roof.
I want a full 360 before transport arrives. Copy?
- Yes, sir. - Copy.
All right.
I guess I'll go check in on the precious cargo.
Hey, get ready to testify. We're going to court right now.
No, I can't even think right now.
She was doing this all night, man.
Of course she's been crying all day, man.
Look at the way you holding her. Come here, mama.
It's okay.
Yeah, it's all right.
- Yeah, there you go. - Nigga, I was doing that.
You sure you don't want to bring her mother along?
Look, I can take care of my little girl, all right, man?
Oh, yeah? You sure that Heaven isn't allergic
to her baby formula or doesn't have diaper rash?
Fuck, dog, I got a target on my back
and you talking to me about some stay-at-home daddy bullshit right now?
Are you even capable of being a father to this child?
Now, look, we gonna get you to court safely
so you can testify and, after that, put you in WITSEC.
But what comes next, huh? Can you stay clean?
Because if you get back into the game, what is that gonna mean for her?
- She's gonna be fine, man! - Oh, just be quiet, all right?
Hurry up so we can get the hell out of here.
There we go.
Hughes, what's your location?
DONOVAN: Hughes.
Hey, give me the baby! Give me the baby!
Give me a strap.
Shut up. Get down.
I can fucking shoot and get us out alive, man.
We're here because of you. You get no weapon.
Now, be quiet.
It's okay.
Shit.
Listen, Coleman, there may be others coming.
Get Heaven in the bathroom.
Get down in the tub for cover. Go... now.
Shit.
Nah, nah, come on, man.
You don't need to do that.
Backup will be here in... in two minutes.
I just took a bullet trying to save your life.
Nigga, I ain't ask you to do that shit.
Come on, Coleman, man.
I'm just like you. I got a little girl at home too, man.
Please, man... just... you don't have to do this.
You see, Donovan,
you a special type of bitch-ass nigga.
Type that thinks he's a good guy.
But good guys finish last, nigga.
It's okay.
It's okay, baby.
I made sure Elisa Marie forgot to bring this to school today,
but I can't keep doing this.
Lindsay, please, you don't need to worry.
Of course I need to worry.
I went to law school, remember?
This is illegal as shit.
Hey. If this comes back down on us...
It won't, okay? I got this.
- Ticket. - Ticket. It's your ticket.
- Andre Coleman! - Don't move!
Let me see your hands!
No, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
Here, put her down. Please, don't shoot.
- Please, please, please, please. - Give me that.
Got him and the baby...
You wanted to see me?
Donovan's dead?
Caught in Jimenez cartel crossfire.
Hitters gunning for
a federal witness, Andre Coleman.
Coleman survived, ran.
Donovan wasn't so lucky.
Donovan died protecting Dre, of all fucking people.
Yet another known associate of James St. Patrick.
Valdes' name is all over Coleman's paperwork.
He was her witness.
Is this attack connected to St. Patrick?
Who did you tell about the safe house?
I didn't even know about Coleman until that DEA asshole
Steve Tampio told me about him yesterday!
Well, you better get to know something about how this happened real fast!
We got a continuance because of the shooting.
Make sure Coleman is ready to testify.
Alicia Jimenez better not walk on my watch.
Uncuff him.
The hell happened this morning?
Shit, what happened was, you was supposed to be protecting me.
That's what Angela promised me.
Oh, yeah, she's dead, right?
You didn't tell anybody where you were, did you?
Not even Heaven's mother?
'Cause I need to know, Dre...
Of course not, man. That's why I ran.
If it was an inside job, we'll find out who double-crossed us.
- Good. - And then we'll move you like we promised.
As long as you agree to uphold your end of the bargain.
Trial got pushed a couple days,
but we still need you to testify.
You think Alicia Jimenez won't find me in Nebraska... or wherever the fuck?
Some place where I'm the only tatted-up, light-skinned nigga from Queens, man?
Fuck that. I'm not fucking testifying, man.
Oh, I... I'm sorry. You misunderstood.
You don't have a choice.
Yeah.
Who's is it?
It's mine, right?
Oh, definitely.
I think we're gonna win Fulton County.
You're goddamn right.
I'm winning it all!
Fuck, fuck... Oh, shit.
Oh, shit, I think that's the DNC.
- Then you fucking answer it. - Huh?
- Answer it. - Oh, shit.
Okay, okay, okay.
Chairman Russell. Thanks for returning my call.
Tate, the committee's very impressed with your momentum.
And I'm very impressed by your momentum.
Shh.
So, um, I see that you, uh,
saw those new Westchester numbers, huh?
We did. We're gonna send you some further assistance, Tate.
You're showing some great promise.
Oh, yes, you certainly are.
- Tate? - Yes, indeed.
You know, my campaign,
it's starting to pick up some serious steam.
RUSSELL: Yes.
- Yes. - RUSSELL: Of course.
We just need to, uh,
you know, make some more headway... Yes.
- To reach our goals. - RUSSELL: Uh-huh!
And I got to say that we have some real
champs on the team.
Uh, listen, um, thank you for the call, and, um,
I'll be speaking with you soon.
Actually... Oh, shit.
Morning.
- Good to see you. - Good morning.
Good morning. Good to see you.
Team Tate! Can I have your attention for a moment, please?
Just want to let you all know
that I spoke with the DNC chairman,
and he's so encouraged by our lead in the polls
that he's sending an additional support package our way.
That's what it's about! Giving a voice to the voiceless...
Blah, blah, fuck you, Tate.
- I appreciate you all... - Hey, come here.
How was yoga this morning?
Mm, you know, had a nice stretch.
Mm, that's good. That's good.
Oh, hey, can you take Cheney to the vet today?
I'm stuck babysitting this asshole.
Councilman Tate apologized for losing his temper.
You got to let it go too.
This campaign is bigger than you.
So, so much bigger.
Okay, Janice Reinoso, Francisco Guzman,
Tyrone Brown, Travis Gilyard,
Luigi Macchione, Andres Chung,
Angel Cotto, Jerome Pippins,
Felicia Kahn-Prager.
If I have called your name,
the DNC thanks you for your support.
The Rashad Tate campaign will no longer need your services.
Please pack up your desks and see me on the way out.
Whoa, whoa.
Ramona Garrity, I am surprised to see
you're still in politics after your husband...
Senator Powell is soon to be my ex-husband,
and somebody's got to pay my lawyer.
Ramona Garrity. I'm charmed.
Councilman Tate.
You asked for help, so... you're welcome.
To really seize the momentum in our polls, we need money.
And you'll get it, once I stress-test your operation.
You just fired half of my staff.
Listen, the DNC plans to use its war chest to build
a stronger Democratic majority in New York's upper chamber.
We'll need the next governor's veto power over districting to pull it off.
In other words, you need a win,
and you'll need my people to do it.
So let's talk campaign supporters for a bit,
starting with this guy who's been all over the news lately.
Who is James St. Patrick?
I don't know if I'm ready for all this, Tommy.
Course you are, 'Keisha.
Let me show you how I do.
Is that 'Keisha?
Yo, that ass 'bout to cause a solar eclipse, bro.
Nigga, you trying to end up like Poncho? Keep talking.
The fuck she doing here? Tommy ought to fuckin' know better.
Anytime a bitch get involved, shit always go sideways.
I know, but damn.
I copped these Oxys at $3 a pill.
I sell 'em to my primeras for $10.
Now, those guys get about $20 for these on the corner.
And we all eat.
- Looks like the real thing. - It is.
The Serbs ship 'em from Eastern Europe.
It's the same quality as the shit behind the counter, minus the scrips.
Percs, Xans, Adderall, Molly, whatever you want.
Hold up, 'Keisha. I'll be right back. Give me a minute.
Fellas. Fellas, fellas.
How we looking? We good?
How's the count looking, BG?
We flusher than a motherfucker, boss.
Check this shit out.
Oh, fuck!
What? It's money.
You the only person I know upset to be so rich.
Let me explain something to you.
This much money right here? I can clean that through my business.
But I got to clean all of this money
before I give Jason back a fucking dime.
And if I can't pay Jason,
I'm fuckin' roadkill, you understand?
God... damn.
Look at you.
- Hey. - Hey, baby.
How you doing, good?
- You good? - Yeah, I'm good.
- All right. - All right, listen.
I'ma tell these idiots to get their asses, uh, in gear.
Come on, back to work, everybody.
What the fuck youse doing?
Come on, look at the rest of this place.
You ordered this hit on the safe house, didn't you?
How could I possibly do that?
My hands have been a little tied.
You... you might have thought trying to eliminate a witness would help you,
but, see, the thing is, your hitters were sloppy.
They only killed the federal agents guarding Andre Coleman.
He's still in play.
But now, because of your little stunt,
you're looking at the needle.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Maybe your men were just in a rough section of Bushwick.
Wait, how... how did you know they were in Bushwick?
Is that... is that a confession?
Circumstantial evidence aside,
your case against Alicia rests on the testimony of Andre Coleman,
a low-life, dope-dealing thug
who only agreed to testify for immunity.
I'm gonna crucify him.
Oh, you... you really want to take your chances in court?
Nope, that's why we're asking the U.S. to drop all charges.
Let Alicia return home to Mexico.
Let the Mexican government prosecute her.
They've already guaranteed
she'll do jail time if convicted.
The agreement is being drafted
and sent to your office as we speak.
Wait, so... so just to recap,
uh, Alicia gets a plane ride home
and a slap on the wrist.
Uh, remind me, what do... What do I get out of this deal?
- Peace of mind. - Oh.
I'm in mourning for my brother, Diego.
I want to be with my family during our time of loss.
Send me home,
and I can let my misgivings about Dre be water under the bridge.
Or...
I can stay worried, and...
If I stay worried,
I think Dre will stay worried.
I can't do that.
I'll see you in court.
You can keep these. I have copies.
Have a seat.
Rashad, why hasn't work been done on the Queens Child Project?
You said construction was supposed to begin today, did you not?
I walked by there on the way here.
- Nothing, not a fuckin' bulldozer. - James.
Listen, bro, I don't know how else to put this.
We're out of money.
City council are dragging their heels.
Wait, Rashad, you got to make me understand this.
Did they not approve phase one of the building?
Yes, but reallocating public funds
for projects like this is like jogging underwater.
Ain't shit I can do.
What? I can't make the process move any faster.
Well, I can torpedo the fucking campaign
if you don't uphold your part of the promise.
Who is that?
That's Ramona Garrity,
a top political operative
from D.C. who's caught in the middle of a big sex scandal
between her senator husband, Ted Powell...
Ex-husband...
And a long list of VIP call girls.
Only the best for Teddy P.
She's here to energize my campaign.
Why?
Because the DNC wants me to win.
Now, I have to go back to making sure
she doesn't see anything she doesn't need to see, including you.
So if you want the QCP to move forward,
secure us more private equity.
Uh, James?
Use the back door.
Wait, so what happened to the blue GTX?
What, you don't like this one?
Mm, it's cool.
Yeah, that other one just didn't feel right.
Mm.
Look, I need money.
By money, I mean clean money.
This was so much easier when I could just move cash through the club.
Honestly, I wish I could help you, Tommy, but...
Shit, I got problems of my own.
I mean, I got some money from Ghost, but it's not enough.
I need a fuckin' job.
Look, I'll just tell 'Keisha that
we got to let you use her salon.
Ha.
She won't even take my calls, Tommy.
It's not happening.
Well, you know what? She gonna have to get over that shit.
- This business. - Mm, I don't know.
She down with you, not me.
It used to be the other way around.
Shit, it's my connect.
He wanna see me.
My payment ain't even due yet.
Fuck am I supposed to do, T?
I don't know.
I don't know what either of us is gonna do.
But what you can do is pass that shit, though.
Word up.
Here, hold this down.
Damn, bro, that watch is glowed up! What's up?
How else am I supposed to tell the time in the dark?
'Sup, Effie?
Ooh, y'all balling out of control.
I mean, what's the point of being rich if you can't enjoy it?
Do you? Yeah, I just thought your whole system was about being low-key.
I mean, everyone in this school is rich.
Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa. My parents only make, like, $400,000 a year combined.
So we're not rich-rich, but, you know, after taxes, it kind of only...
How about maybe
you should spend less time online shopping
and more time getting me pills?
You out?
Yeah, 'Riq, I'm out too.
Demand could be up because of midterms. Especially Adderall.
Yeah, you right.
I'ma go to the city this weekend.