GHOST: Previously, on "Power"...
I wanna be the biggest goddamn drug dealer in New York City.
You remember Broc, right?
Dre went and beat the boy half to death.
Cut his tongue out, shot him in the head.
Me and you got a common enemy.
Dre's a fucking rat,
and if we work together, we can get rid of him.
If you sign implicating the Jimenez cartel
on the pre‐agreed charges,
I could take you into protection now.
I'm offering you a trade for Jason Micic.
He wants me to be his distro. I've been putting his ass off.
You do this one thing, Dre, and you're in with Jason Micic.
I couldn't even do that if I wanted to, man,
not with Saxe breathing down my neck.
[ Uneasy music ]
Dre?
You gotta watch your back, man. If Tommy catches you on TV,
it's not a good thing for you.
Oh, yo. Look at this.
Told you I seen Dre. At the party.
Yo! Wait, wait, wait, wait. Don't shoot. Look.
The Feds got a tracker on me, Spank.
You can't run or lie your way out of this one.
[♪♪]
[ Gunshot ]
[♪♪]
Where can I find his crew?
Egan's warehouse, where is it?
Tommy and his crew are about
to get scooped up by the Feds, though.
You can lose money, or I can step up
and make it a smooth transition for you.
‐ [ door crashes open ] ‐ MAN: NYPD!
‐ Shit, man. ‐ Shit!
That motherfucker set us up!
And came back to watch this shit?
This shit ain't over.
Plant that at St. Patrick's place.
So you wanna frame him for murder?
I wanna frame a guilty man.
Sometimes the justice system
needs a fucking kick in the ass.
Speaking Serbian...
[ Gasps ]
[ Ghost groans ]
[♪♪]
The fuck?
‐ Hey! ‐ Fuck.
Hey, get back here!
Local entrepreneur James St. Patrick
will soon be announced
as Tate rival Lorette Walsh's running mate.
St. Patrick's presence on the ticket
will erase doubts from those communities
about Walsh's commitment to their interests.
I know you tried to frame me for Jason's murder,
but I got out of there before the cops got to me.
You's a wannabe gangster.
You had all the potential, Dre,
but at the end of the day,
you ain't got the‐the shit to make it work.
‐ Man, fuck you! ‐ Yeah, fuck me.
But you need me, Dre,
like you always do.
Blanca, you know I didn't do this shit.
I ain't got no fucking reason to kill Jason.
I need you to answer one question for me.
If the answer is yes, then I'm getting you out of here today.
‐ [ dramatic music ] ‐ [ gun cocking ]
[♪♪]
[ Gunshot ]
[♪♪]
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 ♪
♪ Life's full of twists and turns, bumps and bruises ♪
♪ I live, I learn ♪
♪ I'm from that city full of yellow cabs and skyscrapers ♪
♪ It's hard to get a start in these parts without paper ♪
♪ Homey, 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, that's 62 on my count ♪
♪ I'm an undercover liar, I lie under the covers ♪
♪ Look a bitch in the eyes and tell her, baby, I love ya ♪
♪ You're my inspiration, you're my motivation ♪
♪ You're the reason that I'm moving with ♪
♪ No hesitation ♪ - 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, yeah ♪ *POWER (2014)*
♪ I just happen to come up hard ♪ *POWER (2014)*
♪ Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it ♪
[♪♪] *POWER (2014)* Season 06 Episode 11
*POWER (2014)* Episode Title: "Still DREl"
DRE: ♪ Rise and shine ♪
♪ Give God the glory, glory ♪
♪ Rise and shine ♪
♪ Give God the glory, glory ♪
♪ Rise and shine ♪
♪ Give God the glory, glory ♪
♪ Children of the Lord ♪
[ Smooching ]
TINA: Let me take her.
You need to put the bins out.
[ chuckles ]
Baby, how many times I gotta tell you this shit?
In New York, we don't know
what the fuck a bin is, all right?
We say, "Take the trash out."
Then take the trash out.
Not right now, not right now,
'cause when Mommy takes you, Daddy misses you so much.
Maybe you wouldn't miss her so much
if you didn't let her get snatched up.
You gonna keep on me about that?
You gonna tell me what happened?
It doesn't matter. I got her back.
We're safe now, baby, all right?
If you really cared about us being safe,
we'll get the hell out of New York.
I'm not going back home to London with you.
I'm not talking about this shit again, okay?
No. Not London.
To my sister's in Vegas.
Chantelle's got a good job, a house with a pool.
We can take Heaven and start a new life.
Baby, you can't be serious with this shit.
You want me dealing blackjack
to blue‐haired bitches from Idaho
when my operation is almost at the top of the game
right here, babe?
No.
Baby, I could own New York.
We could own it.
And you wanna rent in Vegas?
No.
Better to rent in Vegas
than buy a casket in New York.
Let's go talk to Mommy, 'cause she's tripping.
[ Shushing ]
We gonna talk to Mommy.
Look, baby,
this is what I do,
and I'm good at this shit,
so we can run, or...
you could be my queen right here in New York City.
Look, baby, I made a move last night
that's gonna solve all our problems, a'ight?
So nothing's ever gonna happen to me, you,
and Heaven ever, ever again.
Shh. Okay?
ERROL LOUIS: ...local entrepreneur James St. Patrick
has left the Tate campaign.
In a stunning turn of events,
Sources say that St. Patrick will soon be announced
as Tate rival Lorette Walsh's running mate.
‐ What the fuck? ‐ ERROL LOUIS: If true,
this move would virtually ensure Walsh's bid
to become the Democratic candidate
in the race for New York State governor.
Walsh is vulnerable with urban and minority constituents,
and St. Patrick's presence on the ticket,
especially after his exoneration on murder charges...
No, this can't be fucking happening right now.
ERROL LOUIS: ...will erase doubts from those communities
about Walsh's commitment to their interests.
TINA: Dre, what's wrong?
[ knock at door ]
Ah, Coleman,
what the motherfuck are you doing here?
Look, man, you didn't answer my texts.
You need to tell me what the fuck is going on.
I did what you asked. I planted the phone.
Just give me a second to wake the fuck up.
God.
You know, we weren't supposed to see each other again
after you went to St. Patrick's hotel room.
You coming here is putting us both in jeopardy.
No, no, no, you told me to connect the dots,
and I did that shit.
Now you're supposed to hold your end of the deal, man.
Yeah, minor detail:
you filed the fucking complaint that got me fired, Dre,
so shit's gonna take a little bit longer as a result.
Saxe, we already talked about that.
I hid the phone.
You're supposed to take out Ghost.
Yeah, I'm working on it.
What's that saying, uh, "Good things come
"to those who shut the fuck up
and wait patiently at their own apartment"?
Well, while you're working on it,
James St. Patrick's all over my fucking TV
running for lieutenant governor of New York, man.
‐ No way. ‐ Yes!
Okay, Tate's not exactly rocketing to the White House,
but he can't be stupid enough
- to put St. Patrick on his ticket. - No, no, no, no, it's not Tate.
It's, uh, uh, this Walsh bitch
that got him switching sides.
‐ Lorette Walsh? ‐ Yes. Yeah.
No fucking way.
[ Sighs ]
[ Uneasy music ]
Jeez. Okay, you know what?
This shit's not gonna happen, okay? Trust me.
Trust you? Trust you?
Are you fucking kidding me right now?
Trust is earned,
and you're in the red, my man.
So you want me to handle this my way,
or are you gonna fix this?
I'll fix it.
Our deal is still on, okay? I got your back.
Saxe, I got my back.
You got a fucking problem.
[♪♪]
Bitch‐ass nigga.
[♪♪]
This my nigga O. Z., bro.
We did some hard time together. This nigga just got out.
Yeah, I got out early on, uh, good behavior.
[ Both laugh ]
Nigga, you ain't never been good, bro.
And I sure as hell ain't never behaved.
‐ You know what I'm saying? ‐ Ah!
Hey, man, if y'all niggas is done
with your little reunion over there,
maybe we can talk business.
We're still waiting on that product you promised.
There ain't no product yet,
'cause I got a line on a better connect.
I'm done with that Serbian bullshit.
‐ [ gun cocking ] ‐ DRAGO: But we are not done with you.
[ dramatic music ]
[♪♪]
Gentlemen,
no need to die today.
All we want is Dre.
It's the Serbian motherfuckers
I was telling y'all about.
I'm not dealing with 'em, 'cause you can't trust 'em.
They gonna kill you as soon as you put your gun down.
DRAGO: Think hard.
This man Dre... you trust him?
Do you think he's worth dying for?
You can walk away with your lives.
We have no war with you.
This man killed our boss.
He must pay.
I didn't do that shit! It was...
‐ [ gunshot ] ‐ [ grunts ]
MAN: Two down!
‐ [ K. Sparks' "Everywhere" ] ‐ [ men groan ]
‐ [ gunfire ] ‐ MAN: Go, go!
K. SPARKS: ♪ ...moment in time but your click is too slow... ♪
‐ DRAGO: Light 'em up! ‐ MAN: Drago!
DRAGO: There! Behind the dumpster!
‐ [ gunshots ] ‐ [ groans ]
- [ Man screams ] - [ Both cry out ]
Goddamn, I missed this shit.
MAN: On your left!
[ man shouts in Serbian ]
K. SPARKS: ♪ ...like I was sirens... ♪
‐ [ gun clicks ] ‐ Ah!
K. SPARKS: ♪ ...this chip on my shoulder get big as a boulder... ♪
‐ MAN: Come on! ‐ MAN: He's right there!
[ groans ]
K. SPARKS: ♪ ...and mentally, you could control her ♪
‐ ♪ Or maybe put faith... ♪ ‐ [ gunfire ]
♪ 'Cause life's real, pain's realer... ♪
‐ [ grunts ] ‐ [ gunshots ]
K. SPARKS: ♪ ...trained killer ♪
♪ Yeah, I'm everywhere ♪
[ grunting ]
K. SPARKS: ♪ Yeah, I'm everywhere ♪
MAN: Drago, take him!
K. SPARKS: ♪ Yeah, I'm everywhere ♪
[♪♪]
♪ You ain't never there ♪
[♪♪]
♪ Yeah, I'm everywhere ♪
[ panting ]
K. SPARKS: ♪ Yeah, I'm everywhere ♪
You gonna tell me who shot you?
I mean, I don't know which one of the motherfuckers shot me.
It was... [ winces ]
It was a lot of them shooting.
All I know is, it was a Serbian nigga.
You said nothing was gonna happen to you.
Now you have a big hole in your shoulder,
and I'm not sticking around to watch you get killed.
Time's up, Dre.
I am packing my shit and the baby's shit,
and we're getting on a plane to Vegas tonight.
You out your fucking mind.
You ain't taking Heaven from me.
No one is taking Heaven from me.
You understand me?
Come with us, then.
You, me, Heaven...
let's start over as a family.
You got lucky today.
12 inches to the right,
and you would have a bullet in the heart.
You can't talk your way out of that one.
[ Dark music ]
Let's just go, Dre.
What's left here for us?
[♪♪]
Okay, okay.
[ Breathes raggedly ]
[ Smooches ] Okay, okay.
There ain't nothing left.
You're right. L‐let's‐let's do it.
Let's get the fuck out of here.
‐ [ laughs ] ‐ Okay.
[♪♪]
Okay.
[♪♪]
‐ I'm going to start packing. ‐ Okay.
I just... I just need some, uh, traveling money.
But you have some of that saved, right?
I was supposed to step into some cash,
- but... shit got fucked up today. - HEAVEN: Mommy!
‐ Shit. ‐ But no, look, look, look.
I'ma handle that.
I'ma take care of y'all.
You're gonna hate this,
but, um...
you know where you have to go.
Hell no.
No.
I'm never going back there.
[♪♪]
Do you have a better idea?
[♪♪]
Does it bother you?
Locking niggas up who look like you,
hoping they turn on each other?
My bad, though.
Prison‐industrial complex ain't about race.
It's about class.
Oh!
So you an enlightened motherfucker, huh?
Either way, you still sitting in here.
The next move's on you.
I'm a grown‐ass man, mami. I can take it.
According to your file, you already have two strikes.
Let's see... felony assault.
Dude was twice my size, came at me with a bottle,
and I catch a charge?
Felony larceny?
Okay, I did that shit,
but them stereos were just sitting on the back of that truck.
It's just like entrapment or something.
With the amount of weight in that warehouse,
you're looking at 15 to 30 years.
Maybe somebody ratted us out,
but our judicial system allows you to lie.
You heard of the persistent felony offender statute?
Third strike and you get life.
This new charge? It's your third strike.
So unless you wanna spend
the rest of your life in an orange jumpsuit...
[ suspenseful music ]
You need to give me something on Tommy Egan.
‐ Tommy who? ‐ You know what I love
about criminals?
They're predictable as fuck.
Look, you know I don't wanna do life,
but I ain't no snitch.
I ain't no snitch.
I can't tell you who gave us the tip,
but just think about who knew about the warehouse.
Then think about who wasn't in there that day.
[ Chuckles ] Does this shit actually work on niggas?
I can't talk.
If I do, I'm as good as dead as soon as I hit the street.
You a little man with one big, tough friend.
The minute 2‐Bit gets transferred
to another block, you straight food.
‐ [ laughs ] ‐ What's that gonna be like,
day in and day out,
being tossed around for sport?
You really gonna do a life bid for Tommy Egan,
under those conditions, no possibility of parole,
no end in sight?
I stood by that motherfucker through all kinds of crazy shit.
When's the last time that motherfucker stood by you?
[♪♪]
If Tommy dimed you out,
he's taking money out of your mouth,
out of the mouths of your loved ones.
He sentenced you to die in here.
I'm predictable, remember?
Guess what I say next.
Lawyer.
[♪♪]
You should look into the murder
of a dealer named Poncho.
[♪♪]
CHOIR: ♪ He is my friend ♪
MAN: ♪ Oh ♪
CHOIR: ♪ Through thick and thin... ♪
[ dark music ]
‐ Mom. ‐ [ gasps ]
I‐I‐I don't have much money.
You can take what I have. Don't hurt me.
It's me. It's me. It's me. It's Andre.
[ laughs ]
What do you want?
‐ Mama, I-I... ‐ Don't you "Mama" me.
You've got some nerve just walking up after all these years.
No calls, no letters, no email.
For all I knew, you could've been dead.
Mama, I didn't reach out 'cause
I didn't think you wanted to see me.
You're my son. Of course I wanna see you.
[ Sighs ]
You had so much promise, could have been something,
could have had a scholarship, gone to college.
You should have been a man I could be proud of.
[ Melancholy music ]
You got out of jail. You didn't even call me.
‐ I'm sorry. ‐ Are you?
Yes, Mom, I'm sorry. Yes, you were right, okay?
I was heading down a path of sin.
But, Mom, I was young, and I was stupid,
and I made a lot of mistakes.
Look, I wanted to call you so many times, but...
I was ashamed of the man I'd become.
[♪♪]
The only reason why I'm here today
is 'cause I'm trying to get on the right path.
Mama, I'm changing everything.
I wish I'd listened to you when I was younger.
[♪♪]
I wish I did a lot of things differently,
so I'm sorry I didn't call you.
[♪♪]
Look, me and my girl, we starting fresh.
We gettin' out of New York,
away from all the bad influences, everything.
‐ [ sighs ] ‐ I don't want this anymore.
- I don't want... - Oh, Dre.
[♪♪]
I just need a little bit of money
to give my daughter a chance at a good life somewhere safe.
Daughter?
So now you have a daughter?
Yeah, Mama.
I know. I know. I messed up, okay? I'm sorry.
I‐I‐I should have told you. It was wrong.
Proverbs 13.
"A righteous man hateth lying,
"but a wicked man is loathsome
and cometh to shame."
[♪♪]
When you gonna stop lying, Andre?
Mama, I'm not lying. I got‐I got...
You think you can come back here after all this time
and I'm just gonna give you money
'cause you made up a story about making
a better life for some daughter I never met?
You think you can play me like that?
I fell for too many of your lies.
Never again.
Mama!
[♪♪]
Ain't there supposed to be little babies
running around this shit or something?
Just get the fuck out of here, Dre,
'cause whatever you selling, I ain't buying.
But I got something that you might want:
your son's future.
You see, I know Tariq's been dealing some serious weight,
so if you don't want me to tell the cops,
you gonna have to pay me to forget what I know.
What? You think I'm stupid?
The only way you know anything about what Tariq is doing
is 'cause you gave him the brick, right?
So you can't say shit to law enforcement,
because then they might start asking you questions
about where you got the drugs from in the first place.
I got that brick from your husband,
so if you want you and me to be the only ones
who know about young Tariq's little "business expansion,"
you gotta give me 50,000 reasons
to keep it that way.
[ Scoffs ]
Do you not see this empty room?
I put all my money down to get this place going,
and I ain't got no customers.
Parents took their kids out of here
because the cops came through.
I don't give a fuck.
That ain't my problem.
Well, broke is broke, nigga.
You get my money
or my brick this morning,
or I'll burn this whole motherfucker down to the ground,
and you'll have less than nothing.
So call your son.
He's a resourceful little nigga.
He'll get it done.
[ Dark music ]
[♪♪]
Tell him we need to meet.
[♪♪]
Got my money?
[♪♪]
Hey, bro, that brick was worth about 20 bands, man.
This look like half that.
Short notice, all right? I got what I could.
You know I'm good for the rest of it,
or else you wouldn't have given it to me in the first place.
We good?
What choice I got?
Look, I'll give you the rest of the money
at the end of the week, plus a fat bonus,
if you could do something else for me.
[ Scoffs ]
So I gotta do more shit for you.
What now, man?
I need a piece. Untraceable.
Who you trying to shoot?
Now, why the fuck would I tell you?
'Cause I'm not looking to help you and get charged
as an accessory to murder when you get caught.
I just need it for protection, man.
And plus, if I had to use, don't worry.
I ain't gonna get caught.
I ain't playing about the piece, man.
Could you get me one or not?
You out of all people should know this, youngblood.
Ain't shit in life free.
And I told you I'd get you the money, a'ight?
I need this.
[ Sighs ]
You want the piece,
you give me what I need:
access to someone only you can get.
Man, you don't understand, a'ight?
Me and Ghost,
we're not fucking with each other no more.
And on top of that, I think he'll shoot you on sight.
Mm‐mm, not if I go with you, and honestly,
I don't give a fuck about your little daddy issues.
You want the piece? That's the price.
[ Door beeps ]
[♪♪]
Why the fuck are you here?
Son, why‐why would you bring
an enemy here, our enemy?
Don't you mean why am I not on Riker's Island right now?
TARIQ: He knows about everything I've done, Dad.
He threatened to talk if I didn't
bring him here, so I had no choice.
[♪♪]
Tariq, wait for your little friend in the hallway.
[♪♪]
Close the door, son.
[♪♪]
[ Door clicks shut ]
What the fuck do you want, Dre?
First of all, take that bass out your voice,
'cause I know you ain't gonna shoot me with Tariq in the building.
You got 30 seconds. Go.
I know you tried to frame me for Jason's murder.
I got out of there before the cops got to me.
But I know you killed him.
Jason's dead?
I had no idea.
I just don't know how you did it.
You got the Serbians thinking I killed him too.
They shot my shit up, killed all my primeras.
‐ Sounds like a "you" problem. ‐ Nigga, I'm a "you" problem.
I know shit about you and your son,
and thanks to you, I gotta get the fuck out of town, man.
I need money, Ghost, and that's where you come in.
You pay me, I disappear.
You don't pay me, I go straight to the Feds and not just about you...
about your little baby boy too.
[ Growls ]
‐ 250 bands. ‐ Man, fuck that.
You ain't gonna lowball me with your son's life in the balance.
That's what I got on hand,
and I have to go to get it.
[♪♪]
Okay.
[♪♪]
Well, go get it. I'll be right here.
No. I'll meet you in an hour, text you an address.
Nigga, I don't trust you.
Well, what choice do you have?
You need the money.
[♪♪]
You got no choice.
You need me off the witness stand.
[♪♪]
I'm disappointed in you, Dre.
You had all the potential in the world,
but at the end of the day, you just a wannabe gangster.
You lie, you snitch, sell anybody
the fuck out to get what you want.
I learned from the best.
I'll save your little bitch ass, like I always do.
Nigga, you ain't saving me.
You're saving yourself.
I'll see you in an hour.
[♪♪]
[ Door buzzes, slams ]
[♪♪]
Don't make no sense.
You saw him standing there watching us go down.
Why the fuck would Tommy blow up his own operation like that?
You remember how he been acting lately?
Nothing he did made sense.
Always telling us he gonna handle shit hisself, keeping secrets.
That motherfucker had no trust in us,
and people who don't trust others
can't be trusted themselves.
That's what I say.
And that Fed bitch all but confirmed the shit.
So now you trusting a Fed?
They the most duplicitous motherfuckers around.
If she thinks it's Tommy, then that's your fucking answer.
It ain't him.
We ain't seen Roberto in here.
I saw him make his call about an hour ago.
Damn.
I don't buy it, Two. I'm telling you, it was Tommy.
Who else knew about the warehouse
who wasn't there to get wrapped up?
[♪♪]
I know who else knew about the warehouse...
and wouldn't hesitate to snitch.
‐ Who? ‐ Fucking Dre.
[♪♪]
TATE: That's right. Go.
The hell you want, Andre?
Look, I'm just here to help.
As you can see, I'm doing phenomenal, all right?
So I don't really need your help.
Thank you very much.
I got some valuable information on the St. Patricks.
Is that so?
I know you well enough to know
you want something in return.
What is it?
Clean plates and two new IDs.
What makes you think I can get that for you?
Come on, now.
I know you got connections, Councilman Tate.
Just like you called the CPS to bring back my daughter to me,
which I'm very grateful for.
But I'ma need you to pick up that phone one more time, man.
If the so‐called information
actually has some value, maybe I can call a couple...
The police want Tariq St. Patrick
for the murder of a dirty cop named Raymond Jones.
[♪♪]
How do you know this?
Because...
I'm the one that told 'em he did it.
Tate's getting the papers and the plates now.
I'm about to pick up the money. 250 large, baby.
TINA: 250? Damn.
That's gonna set us up nice.
How'd you get that much?
I been dealing with Ghost for a long time,
and I know his pressure points.
He ain't as smart as he think he is.
I'm almost done packing.
See you soon, baby.
All right, babe. I'll meet you in 30 minutes.
Then we out of this motherfucker.
Kiss Heaven for me, okay?
Will do.
[ Horn blares ]
[ Sirens wailing ]
[ Dramatic percussive music ]
[ Indistinct police radio chatter ]
Andre Coleman, stop right there.
You're under arrest for the murder of Jason Micic.
[♪♪]
[ Handcuffs ratcheting ]
[♪♪]
Listen up.
Francis Johnson.
[ laughs ]
MAN: Spottswood Richards.
[ sighs ]
Spottswood Richards!
‐ Fucking Spottswood? ‐ Yes, Francis.
I was named after a judge. Look it up, nigga.
Come on. You're being transferred.
Where we going and for what?
I look like a Magic 8 Ball? Let's go.
This ain't good, Two, and orange ain't my color.
It's just part of the game, Spank.
That Fed bitch trying to put pressure on us to talk.
I ain't trying to do no Federal time.
Time is time, nigga.
Don't really matter where if you know how to move.
I know how to move.
Who the fuck sent you that?
How the fuck should I know?
[ Cell phone buzzes ]
[ Uneasy music ]
New phone. Who dis?
You still got my watch?
[♪♪]
‐ Did your boy sell us out? ‐ No, no, no.
That was your boy. That was your day one.
[♪♪]
‐ Fuck that nigga. ‐ Agreed.
I need you to do something for me.
Keep talking.
Your day one's gonna be in MCC
by the end of the day.
If you make this his last day,
then I'll take care of your family's finances
as long as you're locked up.
Could be a long time.
Ain't no sense in your family doing time with you, right?
[♪♪]
I gotta look out for my boy. His family too, right?
If your boy helps you get this done, then his family too.
[♪♪]
We in.
If you need anything,
the guard who gave you the burner,
he can make certain arrangements.
Bet.
[♪♪]
Ghost had us moved.
Damn.
That nigga got juice. How he know we was in here?
I don't know, and it don't matter.
He got a job for us.
All we gotta do is smoke a nigga
who should've been smoked, and our families will be set.
Francis, we get caught in here pulling a job, and we fucked.
Spottswood, do what I say,
and we won't get caught, you scary‐ass nigga.
We got backup.
[♪♪]
MALE NARRATOR OVER TV: The African lion,
the second‐largest of feline species
after the tiger,
hones in on its prey,
which consists primarily of large mammals
such as antelopes,
gazelles, warthogs, wildebeest,
buffalo, and in this case, the zebra.
[♪♪]
[ TV narrator continues indistinctly ]
[♪♪]
Yo, Big C. Big C.
What's up, bro?
It's been a minute, man. You been good?
MAN: What the fuck you talking about, son?
I don't know no Big C, and I don't know you.
‐ Now, I'm just seeing if you... ‐ MAN: Andre Coleman.
[♪♪]
Yeah, that's me.
[♪♪]
Deep breaths, snitch. They gonna be your last.
Move it.
[♪♪]
BLANCA: You in a whole world of trouble here,
and I don't know how to get you out of it.
Unless...
Unless what?
I can cut you a deal. Ten years.
Ten years for a fucking body that's not mine?
No. Hell no.
It's better than life.
You wanna see your little girl grow up?
I gave you Tariq. I gave you Tommy's warehouse.
You want me to drop a body on him too?
Nah. I got Egan covered.
I need you to answer one question for me.
If the answer is yes,
then I get you out of here, pending trial,
and James St. Patrick goes to jail,
no campaign, no politics, no power.
If the answer is no, then we're both fucked,
and you're going to jail for life for killing Jason Micic,
and there's nothing I can do about that.
What's the question, man?
Did James St. Patrick tell you that he killed Terry Silver?
[♪♪]
[ Dark music ]
No.
He didn't tell me he did it.
[♪♪]
I saw him do it.
[♪♪]
You actually saw James St. Patrick kill Terry Silver?
Yes, I saw it. It was, um, at his place...
At the parking garage?
[♪♪]
At the parking garage.
I saw him...
Choke?
I saw him choke that motherfucker,
and, shit, he didn't stop.
Told him to.
And you'll say that on the stand?
I'll say that shit wherever the fuck you want me to.
Just get me the fuck out of here.
[♪♪]
Okay.
[♪♪]
I'll call Judge Tapper.
Yeah, listen, you need to get me out today,
or my memory gets a little fuzzy,
so bring whatever little paper you need me to sign, man.
Hurry up.
[♪♪]
[ Door clanking ]
Can't believe this shit.
Your problem is, you so negative.
Positive niggas get positive results.
He'll be back.
And then we'll perforate his ass.
Ain't no reason to stress.
MAN: Visitor coming out.
[♪♪]
Yeah?
Do it look like he coming back to you?
They letting him out already?
You don't get out that fast unless you ratted somebody out.
[♪♪]
Fucking snitch.
We got one play.
You ain't thinking about Tommy.
He don't know the shit from before went wrong.
It is what it is, nigga. I'm making the call.
[♪♪]
[ Touch‐tones beeping ]
‐ TOMMY: Who this? ‐ Yo. It's me.
You get out the can already?
2‐BIT: Hell no. Got a burner inside.
Listen, I know who got us jammed up at the warehouse.
Yeah?
I'd be real interested to know that shit.
Been starting to think B. G. might have turned.
Can't find him nowhere.
He ain't in there with you, is he?
Wasn't B. G. that snitched.
B. G.'s dead, man.
B. G.'s dead?
Did you fucking kill him?
No.
But I think the same motherfucker that killed him
gave up the warehouse.
The nigga with the ankle monitor, remember?
[♪♪]
Y'all were supposed to handle him.
Shit went sideways.
We went to find a place to put him, came back,
and your boy's sitting there with his fucking head blown off,
and the rat nigga was gone.
You gotta pay him a visit.
And you just telling me this shit now?
When the fuck was I supposed to tell you?
You seen me get jammed up.
How I know you even still inside?
Maybe you trying to pin all this shit on somebody
after you made a deal to get out.
Fuck out of here. You know I'm a soldier.
Just check the intake records at the MCC.
The nigga you want is on the street, and he need to get got.
Honestly, I'd love to help you with that,
but I got a surplus of motherfuckers
that I need to dead right now,
and as it turns out,
somebody from inside my operation
dropped Poncho's body on me.
So I can't trust none of y'all motherfuckers no more.
Catch you in 20, homey.
[♪♪]
What'd he say?
[♪♪]
He ain't with it.
[♪♪]
Hey, man. Uh, excuse me.
Excuse me.
Hey, y'all gotta pull over, man.
I gotta piss. Please.
We're almost there.
Look, y'all can either pull over,
or I can do my thing in this back seat.
I don't give a fuck.
In fact, I might enjoy taking a piss in a Fed car.
This leather?
WOMAN: Our job is to protect you
until you get to the safe house.
Every time we stop, you're exposed.
That makes our job more difficult,
and I don't like difficult.
Just park under the bridge.
I'll hop behind one of them columns over there.
Ain't nobody around, man.
I gotta piss, guys. I gotta go.
[ Suspenseful music ]
[♪♪]
Look, man,
I know you got a job to do.
They ain't paying you enough to watch a nigga piss, bro.
Look, I'ma be right over there.
Ain't nobody around.
Only danger I'm in,
I might stroke out waiting for some privacy.
Hurry up!
[ K. Sparks' "Everywhere" ]
Whoo, shit.
[♪♪]
MAN: Hey, let's go.
[♪♪]
K. SPARKS: ♪ Cruising the city and moving in silence ♪
♪ Proving you with me, not choosing the violence... ♪
MAN: You hear me?
K. SPARKS: ♪ ...helping them see the light like I was sirens ♪
♪ Like I was sirens flashing the light on them, pulling them over ♪
♪ This chip on my shoulder get big as a boulder ♪
♪ And this how it sound when you spit like a soldier ♪
♪ I'm running up on them with truth and I told ya ♪
♪ See, lyrically we spit it colder ♪
♪ And mentally you could control her ♪
♪ Or maybe put faith in Jehovah ♪
♪ 'Cause life's real, pain's realer ♪
♪ See, verbally this homicide ♪
♪ I'm a trained killer ♪
♪ This be the time ♪
♪ Travel the world, but you never could find ♪
♪ Underground legend, I been on my grind ♪
♪ Already paid so now why would I sign ♪
♪ Spiritual flow and I'm nice when I spit ♪
♪ Lyrics to go like I'm Phife or the Tip ♪
♪ Venomly vicious, they sending me kisses ♪
♪ With enemy wishes, they need to just quit ♪
[♪♪]
♪ Yeah, I'm everywhere ♪
[♪♪]
♪ Yeah, I'm everywhere ♪
[♪♪]
♪ Yeah, I'm everywhere ♪
♪ You ain't never there ♪
♪ Yeah, I'm everywhere ♪
[♪♪]
♪ Yeah, I'm everywhere ♪
[ stairs creaking ]
[ Suspenseful music ]
[♪♪]
‐ [ gun cocking ] ‐ VANESSA: I always knew you'd bring
your wickedness back to this house.
[♪♪]
I thought turning you in
might be the only way to save you.
Lord knows I couldn't do it on my own, but now I see...
there was never any saving you.
[♪♪]
Ever since I was little, you told me I was no good.
"A little demon," you used to say.
I was, what, six years old
when you started calling me that shit,
because I took a candy bar from Ms. Edwards' house?
A fucking candy bar?
[♪♪]
You told me I was wicked
every day of my life
with your words,
with the way you looked at me,
with the way you said my name.
[♪♪]
What did you think would happen to me?
[♪♪]
Luke 6:37.
"Judge not,
"and you will not be judged.
"Condemn not, and you will not be condemned.
"Forgive,
and you will be forgiven."
[♪♪]
[ Inhales sharply ]
But I will never, ever forgive you.
You're still a demon.
I don't know what I did to offend God so much
that he gave me you as a son.
‐ [ crying ] ‐ [ quavering ]
[ Melancholy music ]
[♪♪]
Your granddaughter,
her name is Heaven,
a place me or you will never see.
[ Dark musical crescendo ]
And the only reason why I didn't tell you about her...
[♪♪]
Is because I love that little girl way too much
to ever let her anywhere near you.
[♪♪]
[ Gun clatters ]
[♪♪]
[ Uneasy music ]
[ Stammers ]
[ Whimpering ]
[♪♪]
Babe, what happened?
[♪♪]
What are we supposed to do with this?
It's all she had.
[ Engine turning over ]
You got my shit, man? I gotta get going.
Yes, I do have your shit,
but I think I have something you might want even more.
It's $100,000, and something tells me
if you're planning on getting out of town,
you could use the money.
What I gotta do?
[ Suspenseful music ]
Kill James St. Patrick.
[ Scoffs ]
It's gotta be done tonight.
He's leaving on the campaign trail tomorrow, and that can't happen.
[♪♪]
Come on, now, good brother.
We both know I'm not asking you to do something
that's out of your character.
But it's not like popping a corner boy, man.
Yes, indeed. I know who he is,
and that's why there's a whole lot of money on this desk.
[♪♪]
Ah, ah, ah, ah.
[♪♪]
Half now.
[♪♪]
You get the other half when the job is done.
No, no, no, no.
I need all my cash up front, bro.
Shit.
You think 'cause you see me walking around in a suit and tie
that you can run some weak‐ass game on me?
No, I think you want it done with a quickness,
or you wouldn't be asking me to do this on the spot.
See, I got the leverage here, so I'll do it,
but I gotta get going, and you should want that too.
Nobody around to connect shit to you.
I'll do it.
I'll smoke that motherfucker.
You got my word, man.
Nice.
I like how you lean into that shit.
Should have gone into politics, my nigga.
But we both know your word sure as fuck ain't bond...
and yet I'm still gonna give you this money.
And you know why
I'm still gonna give you this money, Andre?
Because I have a rock‐solid insurance policy.
After tonight,
I'm the only one that's gonna know your new name,
so if you want to stay off the radar, you'll stand by your word.
And if you don't, well,
everybody's gonna be looking for...
Eric Anthony Davidson.
I got the plate number and everything.
[♪♪]
Andre, if you don't kill James,
you gonna be running from him for the rest of your life.
You ain't got nothing to worry about,
'cause you just paid me to do something I'd do for free.
[♪♪]
I got it done, baby.
Holy shit.
How'd you get all this money?
Uh... Tate needs something done.
But we're leaving, right?
Dre, we have everything we need.
Fuck Tate.
Let's just drive out this city and never look back.
Baby, he knows our new identity.
He can't burn you.
He gave you these IDs.
He'll be burning himself too.
[ laughs ]
All right. All right.
[ Chuckles ]
Let's get the fuck out of here.
Yeah, yeah.
[ Jaden's "Watch Me" ]
[♪♪]
JADEN: ♪ Watch me, watch me ♪
♪ Watch me do this ♪
♪ Watch me, watch me... ♪
What are you doing?
JADEN: ♪ ...can't find me up, up and away ♪
♪ I give a fuck 'bout your wave... ♪
TINA: I'm talking to you.
I gotta do this, all right?
Do what? Dre, do what?
JADEN: ♪ ...I got a lot I could say ♪
♪ Caught up with goddesses, hey ♪
♪ I hope you forgive my mistakes ♪
♪ Yeah, run around with a renegade ♪
♪ You should take a seat, save your energy ♪
♪ I try to heal a gash with a Band‐Aid ♪
♪ And the time I need you call your enemies ♪
CHORUS: ♪ Yeah ♪
JADEN: ♪ That's what they yell when we come around ♪
CHORUS: ♪ Yeah ♪
JADEN: ♪ This is your town and we run it now ♪
CHORUS: ♪ Yeah ♪
JADEN: ♪ How big is your army, a hundred thou' ♪
CHORUS: ♪ Yeah ♪
JADEN: ♪ If you want the rain then we coming down ♪
‐ [ gunshot ] ‐ [ shoes squeal ]
[ Suspenseful music ]
‐ BLANCA: Dre? ‐ [ both grunt ]
[♪♪]
‐ What the fuck happened? ‐ Just chill. We gotta go, a'ight?
‐ And you... what? What? ‐ Just chill!
We gotta go. We gotta go.
TINA: What the fuck was more important
than us getting the fuck out of here?
DRE: Look, we're on our way.
Stop talking about this shit.
- We're good. - We are on our way. We're trying
to get the fuck out of town.
Oh, my God. We're not doing anything.
I'm doing exactly what the fuck I told you
- I was gonna do. ‐ TINA: Yeah, after
- you fricking had to do it. - ‐ [ Heaven cries ]
I'm doing everything I fucking can.
‐ Every time I do... shit. ‐ [ Tina continues indistinctly ]
[♪♪]
Fuck.
[♪♪]
Fuck.
I am so... I swear to God.
You better tell me that we are done with this shit.
Tina, Tina, just shut the fuck up.
[♪♪]
[ Indistinct chatter over TV ]
[ Chuckles ]
$40 on five.
‐ That it? ‐ REPORTER OVER TV: The political world
received a shock tonight
when James St. Patrick,
the running mate of gubernatorial Democratic candidate
Lorette Walsh,
was found murdered earlier this evening...
‐ Oh, shit. ‐ REPORTER: ...at his own nightclub, Truth.
There were no witnesses.
I got all I need.
[ Mournful music ]
MAN: ♪ This future's untold ♪
♪ Going down the only road I know ♪
♪ And as the cold wind blows ♪
♪ I'm going down the only road ♪
♪ Road I know... ♪
[ sirens wailing ]
Dre!
[♪♪]
[ Tires squealing ]
MAN: ♪ ...those angels and devils are creeping now ♪
♪ Caught in a spin, I'm on a roll... ♪
On your knees!
SINGER: ♪ I'm catching the feeling ♪
♪ Adrenaline pumping inside of my bones ♪
♪ I get the feeling that when I'm inside of the moment ♪
♪ The current is taking me home ♪
[♪♪]
♪ A madman in the making ♪
[♪♪]
♪ I feel the piece of me that's breaking ♪
♪ And this future's untold ♪
♪ I'm going down the only road I know ♪
♪ Only road I know... ♪
[ flashbulb pops ]
MAN: Turn to your right.
WOMAN: Let's go.
Fingerprints.
Turn around, face the wall, and bend over.
[♪♪]
MAN: ♪ ...whoa‐oh ♪
♪ It's all that I think about ♪
♪ The weight of the world is on me for now ♪
♪ When will it even out ♪
♪ I don't think it will, so I'm screaming loud ♪
[♪♪]
♪ I feel the piece of me that's breaking ♪
♪ And this future's untold ♪
♪ I'm going down the only road I know ♪
♪ Only road I know ♪
♪ And as the cold wind blows ♪
♪ I'm going down the only road ♪
♪ Road I know ♪
You had to go back.
Don't start that shit, okay?
We could have been long gone
- by now. - Don't you think I fucking know that?
I know. Fuck, Tina.
I had to go get some help.
Don't be angry at me.
You made this happen.
[ Dark music ]
Tina, why the fuck would you do that?
Why would you call her?
[♪♪]
She didn't have a choice. Nowhere else to go.
But you didn't get bail,
so she didn't need me after all.
[ Exhales raggedly ]
[♪♪]
She's beautiful, Andre.
I'll take good care of them.
I'll take good care of them both.
Why did you come here, after what I did to you?
It was the Christian thing to do,
and I still love you.
You're my child.
But I do believe this is where you belong.
[♪♪]
Mom, um... you gotta get me out of here fast.
You got a little money left.
I just need a lawyer. We can get a real lawyer, okay?
If I stay in here, Mom, I'm a dead man.
Help me.
[♪♪]
I will do everything I can.
[♪♪]
Say good‐bye to your daddy, Heaven.
Bye, Daddy.
[ Mournful music ]
[♪♪]
Hi, princess.
Daddy made a mistake,
and I tend to do that sometimes,
but you're the one thing I gotta get right.
[♪♪]
I gotta get it right with you.
[♪♪]
Daddy's gonna get out of here soon, okay?
And we'll be together soon, okay, baby?
I love you. I promise I'll be out soon.
[♪♪]
Good‐bye, Andre.
I'll make sure she grows up the right way.
[ Dark music ]
[♪♪]
[ Door buzzes ]
[ Door creaks and slams ]
[♪♪]
I want some fried chicken.
I want fried chicken more than I want pussy right now.
‐ You feel me? ‐ Yo, you bugging out.
We only been here a few days.
Stay focused.
You need to think about what you're gonna tell your lawyer
to get out of these Federal charges.
[♪♪]
‐ Oh, shit. ‐ What?
Christmas just came early.
[♪♪]
That's my pudding, man.
You just fucked up.
‐ I don't even like vanilla. ‐ MEN: Oh!
‐ MAN: Hey, hey! ‐ [ all yelling ]
[♪♪]
You just earned yourself a week in the box.
[♪♪]
2‐BIT: Fuck this. Let's call it that guard.
MAN: Next time.
MAN: Yo, y'all sit down.
[♪♪]
Yo.
Hey, what the fuck, man?
There he is. Our friend Dre.
You's a hard man to catch up with.
Look, Spank, man, whatever this is, bro, you ain't gotta do this shit.
You about to be one crispy nigga,
and you right.
We ain't gotta do this shit, but we just really want to.
Guard!
Ain't nobody listening.
Them COs don't give a fuck, if you pay 'em enough.
They work for me now, you rat motherfucker.
Two, man.
[ Breathes raggedly ] Spanky.
You know my daughter, man. I got a daughter.
I got a gift from Ghost.
[♪♪]
Spank, man... fuck Ghost.
Fuck Ghost.
Ghost is dead, man. I saw that shit on the news.
You ain't gotta do shit for Ghost no more.
Money's just a bonus.
This shit is about me and you.
You don't gotta do this.
Spanky, man, y'all niggas don't gotta do this shit, okay?
Look, we're boys. We grew up together.
We boys.
Yeah, so was Broc.
[ Lighter strikes ]
Come on. You don't gotta do this.
Hey. Fuck. Come on, come on. Hey, hey. Stop.
You reap what you sow, nigga.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
[ Dramatic music ]
[ Screaming ]
[♪♪]
[ Somber music ]
[♪♪]
[ Door buzzes ]
‐ Yo, where's Spanky at? ‐ Just processed out.
Must have a better lawyer than you.
[ melancholy music ]
[♪♪]
[ Door buzzes ]
[♪♪]
[ Touch‐tones beeping ]
[♪♪]
‐ TOMMY: What's up? ‐ Yo, man.
I know who snitched on you about Poncho.
TOMMY: Talk to me, Two.
He ain't in here with me no more.
He's out there.
Damn, mami. What happened?
If your man did that, you need to talk to somebody.
First of all, I don't have a man.
Second, this was a gift from your boy Andre Coleman.
Pshh, that ain't my boy,
especially now that I know he hits women.
Before I initiate any type of agreement with you,
I have to ask.
Did you have anything to do with Coleman's death
at the Manhattan Correctional Center?
You were there because of a paperwork mix‐up?
I don't know why I was there, I have no idea who killed him,
and I had nothing to do with it.
You don't know anybody who had any part in his murder?
No, ma'am.
Good.
Sign those.
We'll get the WITSEC paperwork started.
[ Exhales heavily ] Okay.
There's no way Tommy gonna find out about this, right?
No. He'll never know.
And what's gonna happen to 2‐Bit?
Oh, he'll ride out the full term of his sentence,
unless he smartens up like you did.
Ain't never gonna get that nigga to talk.
He a real G.
What's that make you?
Me? Shit.
That makes me a free man.
Hang tight.
Transport is on its way.
Sync corrections by srjanapala
[ Desolate music ]
[♪♪]
[ Inaudible speaking ]
[ Rotimi's "Decisions" ]
[♪♪]
ROTIMI: ♪ I don't know, I don't know how to do this ♪
♪ But I know I gotta push through it ♪
♪ Doin' everything I can not to lose it ♪
♪ But you're still on my mind ♪
♪ Tried to fall back in love with some new shit ♪
♪ And everything about it feels stupid ♪
♪ Just another check off my to‐do list ♪
♪ To occupy my mind ♪
♪ Can't get away from us ♪
♪ Can't get away from love ♪
♪ It's just the way it was ♪
♪ If you down, I'm down to do it again ♪
♪ We can try ♪
♪ One more day, one more night ♪
♪ One more chance to decide ♪
♪ One more day, one more night ♪
♪ One more chance to decide ♪
♪ One more day, one more night ♪
♪ Running back to what I used to know ♪
♪ Running back 'cause I can't let you go ♪
♪ Ooh, yeah ♪
♪ Ooh, nah ♪
♪ Ooh ♪