[Ghost] Previously on Power...
-[gunshot] -You know your sister...
she stepped up.
[gunshot]
I'm gonna turn myself in.
If anyone's going down for my family, it's me.
So you're going to jail, not Ma?
No one in this family is going to jail if I can help it,
but yes, I'll take the rap.
[Tate] As of ten minutes ago,
there is no Queens Child Project.
The city is revoking
all permits to the project site.
From now on, you'll be running my weight
with each other, together.
Listen to me.
Either one of you shows up dead,
I will kill the other one.
You know what we gotta do.
I'll reach out with a location.
I need you to plant a weapon.
I'll draw Jason to the location. I'll pull the trigger.
[cell phone buzzes]
[both grunting]
[growling]
Here's a burner. Hold on to it till you hear from me.
All right, he's shorter than me, a little lighter-skinned.
Hold back the surveillance
of him walking in here, all right?
The Feds rolled up on 'Keisha, Tasha.
-Fuck. -That's right.
Now she got no reason to protect us.
She may be the key to keeping your son out of jail.
How do you even know where I live?
You need to keep Tariq's name out your mouth.
Tasha, the cops pulled me over. I didn't say shit.
You signed the fucking papers, 'Keisha.
Tasha, please don't do this.
I'm sorry.
[gunshot]
[somber music]
Cash, I changed my mind.
Go wait in the car.
♪♪
Did you follow me after the QCP groundbreaking to Terry's garage?
I don't know what you're talking about.
[Tasha] Bullshit, you don't!
Everything I've lost is because of you.
♪♪
Tell me that you don't have my son running product
out of that damn day care of yours!
He's not moving product through the day care.
I'm gonna get your business shut down,
and then I'll take Yas away from you for good.
I will tell the Feds you killed Terry Silver.
[muffled cries]
[cries, yells]
James didn't kill Lakeisha,
but he did kill Terry Silver.
-I suspect... -[Saxe and Blanca groan]
[Tasha] If you go to the old
decommissioned parking structure,
you'll find him.
Ghost is the main source of your problems.
Mine too.
Plant that at St. Patrick's place.
It's evidence that links Ghost
to a murder that he committed.
Then I'll do my best to cover your tracks on the Jason kill.
[Tariq] I know what happened between you and Ma.
Don't you ever put your fucking hands on her again.
And don't you ever fucking use that tone with me again.
Son, I said get back here!
Everything you do is always for you.
It's always about you! You're so fucking selfish!
You call me selfish?
I'm trying to protect you
from a life of misery, son!
I ain't your fucking son.
You might have given me life,
but you were never my fucking father.
[dramatic music]
♪♪
[yells]
[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 ♪
♪ I just happen to come up hard ♪
♪ Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it ♪
♪♪
[somber music]
[women vocalizing]
♪♪
Hey, son, it's me.
Listen, Tariq. We need to talk, okay, man?
I need to see you.
I want you to understand some things
that I didn't understand when I was your age
because I had no one around to share them with me,
so I want to share some things
that... only your father can say to you.
I need to see you, face-to-face,
so hit me back, son.
Thanks.
♪♪
[cell phone buzzing]
♪♪
Hey.
To what do I owe this call, Ramona?
[Ramona] Turn on your TV.
New York One.
Why? What's up? What's going on?
Something you need to see.
Rumors are circulating
that after supporting Councilman Rashad Tate
for most of this gubernatorial primary season,
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.
-If true, this could mean... -Who are his sources, Ramona?
Uh, you might be talking to them.
[Errol Louis] ...Democratic candidate in the race
-for New York State governor. -Okay.
[Louis] Walsh is vulnerable
with urban and minority constituents,
and St. Patrick's presence on the ticket,
especially after his exoneration on murder charges
in the death of FBI agent Gregory Knox,
will erase the doubts from those communities
about Walsh's commitment to their interests.
[Ramona] James, you're not saying much.
[Louis] In other news...
It's a lot to take in, Ramona.
[Ramona] This is just the beginning.
Just wait till they make the formal announcement.
Your whole life's about to change.
[newscast continues indistinctly]
[dramatic music]
♪♪
I'm ready.
Well, I'll see you at breakfast with Lorette.
♪♪
Okay. Oh, hey, Ramona?
-Yeah? -Thank you.
I believe in you, James.
♪♪
How the fuck did you get in here?
Uh, my ID still works.
Gotta love the government bureaucracy.
I'm gonna get security,
and they're taking that badge this time.
No, I-I'm not fucking going away.
You know, neither is James St. Patrick
or Tommy Egan. They're still out there.
You're gonna be out there with them in just a minute.
Oh, you are so over.
Oh, and so are you,
if you let St. Patrick and Egan get away.
You know what? I don't work here anymore, remember?
You can't blame this shit on me.
It's on you.
[clears throat]
Have you, uh,
searched St. Patrick's hotel room yet?
Why the fuck would I do that?
[scoffs] I don't know.
Lakeisha Grant is dead.
There's probably evidence in that hotel room
that St. Patrick was aware of their new address,
evidence linking him to her murder, huh?
Are you on medication, Saxe?
Do you need medication?
He's about to run for lieutenant governor.
He's a murdering drug dealer who's about to run
for public fucking office.
And you think he's the first one?
Listen to me, fuck-face.
St. Patrick did not kill Lakeisha Grant.
He has an alibi.
He was with Rashad Tate in his office.
He's on the cameras.
You didn't think I would check?
So he had somebody else do it.
St. Patrick is not the great and powerful Oz, Saxe.
He's just a guy,
and when it comes to Lakeisha Grant,
he is not a suspect,
and we will not be checking his place.
Why don't you toddle on home
so he can come over and tie you up again?
That really happened.
-Sure, it did. -[guard] Sir?
Touch me, and I punch you in the dick.
[percussive music]
[Lorette] James, supporters, donors, everyone is saying
that this is the best move we could have made
to clinch the nomination.
[Ghost] Well, hey, how about that?
Great idea, Ramona.
Yes, dear Ramona. Cheers.
Thank you, and-and I have to thank you,
of course, uh, Lorette, for, again,
showing your faith in me.
It says a lot.
I won't let you down.
Oh, I know you won't.
In fact, we've done a bunch
of oppo research.
We investigate and predict
what our opposition's gonna say about you
once you join the ticket.
Hmm, and what's out there on me?
Well, you passed the background check.
Nothing new there.
Arrested for the murder
of FBI special agent Gregory Knox.
Completely exonerated.
Some chatter around you selling drugs in your youth.
Which I never denied.
I have made some mistakes.
But the Queens Child Project
will counteract that narrative.
You giving back to the community
after a misspent youth
is a story that can take us straight to the bank.
Cha-ching.
And I'd like to preview
the opening of the QCP
just before we formally announce
you joining my ticket.
About that...
Uh, about what, James?
The QCP.
Uh, ladies, it seems as though I've lost the site.
What? How? We were just saying--
-Well-- -We need the QCP up and running,
not just because of the urban demographic that you bring
but to shore up the "former drug dealer" angle.
I understand.
If you can't make that happen, James,
I may have to drop you from the ticket.
Uh, let's not get ahead of ourselves, Lorette.
I'm sure that James here will, uh, just need
a little bit more time to secure the site.
-It will happen today. -[Lorette] It better.
We'd like to make the announcement this afternoon.
[somber music]
Ramona, call me when you have an update.
If we can't move forward with James,
I'll need to consider my other options.
♪♪
Rashad Tate is at the top of that list.
♪♪
Rashad Tate?
Tell me she's kidding, right?
She wouldn't go back to Rashad Tate.
A public reconciliation between candidates?
Rehabilitation for him in exchange for her getting his urban bona fides.
She could make it work,
and then Tate would do everything in his power
to discredit me and ruin your life.
Of course he would.
Is there any other place you can go,
any other site you can get?
♪♪
Yes, there is a place. I never wanted to go back there, Ramona,
but yes, there's a place.
♪♪
I will do whatever it takes, okay?
Please, fix this.
On it.
[slow jazz music playing]
[woman singing indistinctly]
♪♪
[chuckles]
♪♪
[Gabriel] We don't open till 5:00,
but I can, uh...
I can pour you a drink for the road.
[Ghost] Oh, I don't need a drink, brother.
Maybe a rain check on that, though.
You still own the whole place,
apartment upstairs and everything?
I know you?
♪♪
We know some people in common, yeah.
Haven't... haven't been here in years.
You know-you know, my mind ain't quite what it used to be.
But, uh, yeah, yeah, to answer your question,
I still own the whole building.
That's the only way I can keep this place open.
Neighborhood is gentrifying now.
Shit, most of my old tenants, they dyin' off.
You should sell it.
Nobody offered me the right price for this.
[chuckles]
I see.
Well...
what if I helped you with that?
♪♪
Could that be the right price?
Oh, boy.
[laughs]
No, no, no.
What, not-not enough money?
No, man, I...
I can't let you buy this place just to close this bar down.
Hmm.
What if I promise you...
that I will turn this place into... a venue
where kids could, you know, learn about music, poetry--
hell, even recite their poetry, perform it right on that stage.
[somber music]
I had a daughter.
Uh, she wanted to be a singer.
Yeah, she would've liked this place.
She would've loved it.
I want to honor her right here.
♪♪
This place is the perfect place... to do that.
I'm asking you.
♪♪
Please.
♪♪
Your father'd be proud of you, Jamie.
♪♪
[laughs]
[both laughing]
Uncle Gabe.
You recognize me.
-Man. -Come here.
Negro, I knew it was you as soon as I laid eyes on you.
♪♪
Mm-hmm.
Where you been?
Why didn't you come back?
I haven't seen you since the night he died.
♪♪
I went...
♪♪
I went to live with Tommy.
♪♪
Remember him, Uncle Gabe?
Only white boy in the neighborhood, Tommy?
Yeah.
♪♪
I tried to tell your father...
we needed to pay those drug dealers to leave us alone.
He said that it would bankrupt us.
Well, shit. I don't know.
You know, maybe he was right,
but I lie awake at night thinking about it all the time.
Yeah, but you don't-you don't have to, Uncle Gabe. You don't--
I got to know that you understand
that I tried to tell him not to talk to the police,
that those kids were bad news.
♪♪
He'd like knowing that you came back
to buy this place.
Man, he'd be so proud of you, boy.
♪♪
Mm-hmm, he would be proud of me now, Uncle Gabe.
♪♪
Right, now, listen.
You listen to me.
You make this place great, you hear me?
Nothing can stop me.
Can I talk to you for a minute?
If you see Cooper Saxe in this building,
I want you to shoot him on sight.
I'll cover for you.
He can't get into this building.
He was here an hour ago.
I had to have him dragged out, all because I won't listen
to his obsessive rant about James St. Patrick and Tommy Egan.
I hate to say it, but Saxe isn't entirely wrong.
He's got you drinking his Kool-Aid too?
No, it's not that.
I spoke with Tasha St. Patrick, sir.
I went to ask her if her ex killed Lakeisha Grant.
He has an alibi!
She said he didn't do it,
but she does believe he killed Terry Silver.
She gave me a place to look.
We found his body and his car.
He was in the trunk.
She gave you the location.
That implicates her, not St. Patrick.
Hear me out.
Inside the footwell of the driver's side
was dirt from the original site
of the Queens Child Project.
Terry Silver went missing the day of the QCP groundbreaking,
but he never visited that site.
Silver was six feet tall, almost 200 pounds.
You really think Tasha broke his neck
and stuck him in that trunk?
So you think St. Patrick
went to his groundbreaking
and then killed Terry Silver?
Then drove him to the airport and dumped the car.
Yes, I do.
Aren't the St. Patricks technically still married?
Even if you get it admitted,
Tasha's testimony and the QCP dirt
won't be enough for a conviction.
I don't want a conviction.
I just want a search warrant.
I want to see the shoes St. Patrick wore that day.
You don't have enough for a search warrant.
You find a way to get one,
go knock yourself out.
[suspenseful music]
Rodriguez.
You're starting to sound like Saxe,
and that's not a compliment.
♪♪
Why did you go to the office this morning? Warner is furious.
He's this close to shutting the whole thing down,
and if he knows I'm letting you participate--
He won't, as long as you don't tell him.
[man] Looks like I'm gonna be out of a job any minute now.
Is Ramona hiring?
Damn, Tate must be hot.
Can't imagine anyone more motivated
to help us nail St. Patrick.
Can we speak with you for a minute, Councilman Tate?
[sighs] Please, no interviews. Thank you.
No, we're not press.
We're with a special FBI-DOJ task force
investigating James St. Patrick.
Really? Um...
how can I help you?
We need your help establishing a timeline
for the day of the QCP groundbreaking.
We need to trace James St. Patrick's steps after the event.
Oh. I don't know where he went afterwards.
He lit out of there as soon as we were done.
He was chasing behind his wife, Tasha.
Wait, um, Tasha was there?
Yeah, she was there for a photo op,
and when she left, he followed her.
How-how would you
characterize his mood when he followed her?
James was... intense that morning.
It's pretty clear that they were not getting along.
He has a fight with his wife after QCP,
then follows her? We know who she went to see.
Did you hear any of what they argued about?
No.
It's not enough if he didn't hear the conversation.
Did our friend James tell you that his former attorney,
-Terry Silver, was sleeping with his wife, Tasha? -Saxe!
-We need to prove that he knew. -I'm afraid he--
Before you answer that, Councilman Tate, I need you to understand something.
Terry Silver is dead.
-What? -Saxe!
If you say yes, St. Patrick told you
about the relationship between Terry Silver and his wife,
we can arrest him for murder.
All of his political aspirations disappear in a puff of smoke.
-Enough! -You say no,
he walks away,
all the way to Albany.
[haunting music]
♪♪
Yes.
Now that you mention it, I remember now.
♪♪
James did tell me he was very, very upset,
almost in a rage,
about his wife's new relationship
with his criminal defense attorney.
♪♪
Now you can get your search warrant.
He's lying. He signed a false affidavit.
You're coercing witness testimony.
You're suborning perjury!
I give this to a judge,
everything I've worked for my whole career
goes out the window!
You want to win this case or what?
♪♪
And it's all true.
You know, I never wanted to go back there,
but now, you know,
with everything on the line the way it is,
it just seemed like a perfect solution.
But I need capital, so are you still in?
I used to sneak out of my parents' house
to go see jazz played downtown,
and women there
were like nothing I'd ever seen:
th-their-their beautiful brown skin and--
-Simon, are you in or out? -I'm in,
if we hold to the larger percentage deal from before
and you admit that I was right about Rashad Tate all along.
I admit that you were right about Rashad Tate all along.
-That wasn't so hard, was it? -[laughs]
Congratulations on turning your past into your future.
And congratulations to you, Simon,
'cause you now have a friend in Albany.
Oh, that has nothing to do with my decision to help you.
James, James, James, when will you realize,
I am your only real friend?
Why don't you enlighten me?
What is your definition of friend?
I have a couple of development projects
I'd like you to take a look at after the election.
[laughs]
I'll talk to you soon, friend.
[heavy percussive music]
♪♪
[suspenseful music]
♪♪
[siren wailing]
[horn blaring]
♪♪
[Seinabo Sey] ♪ Let me make you ♪
♪ Go down in history, baby ♪
♪ Let me write you ♪
♪ Into history, darling ♪
♪ Let me sing you into ♪
♪ Eternity ♪
♪ So you say you just wanna be remembered ♪
♪ You just wanna be remembered ♪
♪♪
Congratulations, Jamie.
Hey, Angie.
[laughs]
♪♪
What's she like?
Ramona?
She's not you.
She doesn't have to be.
I haven't told her about my feelings, but...
Ramona believes in me, like you did, Angie.
♪♪
Do you see a future with her?
I do.
Not the future you and I would have had, but...
♪♪
I would've always been a part of your past.
Mm.
♪♪
[Seinabo Sey] ♪ And if I'm not the one ♪
Now I'll always be a part of you.
[Seinabo Sey] ♪ Holding the smoking gun ♪
♪ Whatever we become ♪
♪ I was there before it all ♪
But you're not here, Angie.
[Seinabo Sey] ♪ When the morning comes ♪
I'm getting everything I ever wanted in life,
but you're not there to share it with me.
I knew too much, Jamie.
What does that mean?
I never could've shared this with you.
♪♪
Don't tell Ramona everything.
She's not from the neighborhood.
She won't understand.
Yes, ma'am.
Let her see this side of you,
the pure side,
the good side.
You're legit now.
♪♪
You're free.
Jason's gone.
Tommy's out of your life.
Now I'll be gone too.
♪♪
But I don't want to let you go.
♪♪
But you can.
♪♪
You can.
♪♪
-[cell phone buzzing] -[Seinabo Sey] ♪ Remember me ♪
♪ Remember me ♪
♪ Remember me under the sun ♪
♪ Remember me, remember me ♪
♪ Remember me under the sun ♪
♪♪
What's the good news?
-You can't wait, can you? -[laughs]
Well, I guess my professional future
and your political prospects
all rolled up into one piece of news
has me a little anxious, yes.
-Does it, now? -Yes.
I got a site.
[laughs]
Paperwork is done.
Oh!
-Oh. Oh, my God, I'm sorry. -No, it's okay. It's all right.
I don't know where that came from. I just--
♪♪
I've been waiting to do that for so long.
I-I don't know what to say.
[laughs]
But I do know what to do.
What's that?
We've got an announcement to prepare.
I'll go call Lorette.
Mm.
-Bye. -Bye. [laughs]
[suspenseful music]
♪♪
This is strictly a sneak and peek warrant.
Put everything back exactly where you found it.
He cannot know that we were here.
-Not our first rodeo, Sergeant. -[Blanca] If this goes wrong,
it'll be all our asses.
I'll make sure it's yours first.
We got something in the closet.
♪♪
Dirt on the sole, Sergeant.
Take a sample. Put it back just where you found it.
Let's hurry up. Let's make this quick, people.
♪♪
Can I get a tech to open this up for me?
I want to introduce you to a man
who's been part of the conversation
about the needs of the city,
who has risen from his childhood
to become an emblem
of the American dream.
You're up.
[Lorette] I give you my running mate,
James St. Patrick.
♪ I said you're looking at the chosen one ♪
[Know-Madik's "Made For This"]
♪ I was made for this ♪
♪ You know that I was made for this ♪
♪♪
♪ I was made for this ♪
♪ You know that I was made for this ♪
♪♪
♪ Wasn't great, now I'm showing them ♪
♪ You're looking at the chosen one ♪
Thank you all.
♪♪
Thank you, Lorette.
This is a dream come true for me.
From my youth in Queens,
where I was taught to not believe
that I could make much of anything in my life,
it's been a long road,
and I come to you not a perfect man, admittedly, but I come to you
as a testament, truly a testament,
to every American's ability
to conquer his past or her past
together toward a greater New York.
That could not have gone any better.
The press absolutely loved you.
I am very humbled.
I gotta say, I feel like I put myself
in the right place at the right time...
with the right woman.
Great job, James.
Thank you, Ramona.
-[Ghost] Good-bye. -[Ramona laughs]
[ominous music]
You did good.
Thanks. So did you.
♪♪
[sighs] I'm sorry, baby girl.
I haven't been here since you been gone.
[mournful music]
But I swear to you, there hasn't been a day,
an hour, a minute
that I haven't thought about you.
I mean that.
♪♪
I miss you so much,
and I know I failed you, I know I let you down,
but all of that changes today, all of it.
[sighs] 'Cause your daddy kept his promise, baby.
I did it. We did it.
♪♪
I bought your grandfather's club.
♪♪
I never took you there, Raina,
but I'm gonna build a place in your name
for kids to grow up strong and safe,
you know, so they can have more time...
♪♪
[inhales sharply]
♪♪
More time than you had.
♪♪
Hey.
What are you doing here?
I'm here every week.
What are you doing here?
I came to see my daughter.
Came to tell her about my future.
Ah, yes.
Your future.
Mr. Lieutenant Governor.
Well, it's not official yet, but soon.
Look, I'm sorry, Tasha, about the other night, okay?
I lost my temper. It won't happen again. I shouldn't have done it.
Are you out of your goddamn mind?
-Tasha, I just said I was sorry. -No, no, no.
You are basically begging people to look into your past,
to figure out who you really are.
I mean, what the hell do you think they're gonna find?
Well, Tasha, I passed all my background checks, okay?
You ain't worried about me. You worried about you,
so you should stop selling drugs,
-if that's what you're still doing. -Are you fucking kidding me?
You're telling me... to stop selling drugs?
Tasha, I'm completely legit, okay?
Whether you support me or not,
whether you believe that or not, I know one thing.
Nobody's gonna get in the way of my future-- no one.
Speaking of future,
I've met someone.
I know. Ramona.
Yes, Ramona.
I'm moving on with her.
Tasha, what I'm saying is, I release you from our marriage.
[somber music]
Okay? You can go be Tasha Green.
You can go live your life, the life you want to live.
I won't be in it.
I'll be no part of it.
I got a whole new life ahead of me.
No one can stop me now.
[dark music]
♪♪
How'd you get the search warrant?
Witness evidence
that St. Patrick knew about his wife's affair,
had motive to kill Silver.
What witness?
Rashad Tate.
He has motive to lie.
We're not gonna crack St. Patrick
by talking to his friends.
I thought I'd give his enemies a try.
Fine. What'd you find?
Soil sample from St. Patrick's shoes.
It matches samples taken from the QCP groundbreaking site.
Okay, a move in the right direction,
but not conclusive.
You can't date the soil sample.
He could've walked in that dirt any time after the murder.
I know it's not enough on its own,
but we found something else.
We found this.
This was in St. Patrick's credenza.
It's Terry Silver's cell phone.
Are you serious?
[ominous music]
It was supposed to be a sneak and peek, Blanca.
I know, but I couldn't take the chance
that St. Patrick would get rid of it.
It's hard physical evidence connecting him to the Silver murder.
That's gonna be very hard to explain.
For you.
What do you mean?
You expect me to believe that James St. Patrick,
who's had the entire New York Eastern District U.S. Attorney's Office
focused on him for months,
accused of a murder he did not commit
and publicly exonerated--
that this man... committed a cold-blooded murder
and kept the evidence?
I'll admit, it was a huge mistake.
Beyond huge. It's unfathomable.
If Saxe's theories are right,
then St. Patrick has committed multiple murders
and run a multimillion-dollar narcotics ring
while evading law enforcement completely.
Not completely. We're onto him now.
No, we are not. We are nowhere,
because I don't believe that this man
was so careless, arrogant, or stupid
to hold on to this evidence,
and neither will any judge.
The fact is,
it was there.
Yes, but how?
♪♪
Not how. Who?
♪♪
This motherfucker doesn't know when to quit.
Get me Saxe.
[sighs]
Twin red and silver.
Okay?
-Yes, sir. -[Tate] Wow.
Can't believe you passed a background check.
And yet I did.
Yeah, I saw your little broadcast.
Is there a word stronger than "smug"?
And here I am, thinking you're actually coming in here
to celebrate my good fortune.
Not when it comes at my goddamn expense.
But that's not why I'm here, okay?
I'm here because I need to warn you--
Oh, so now you want to give me a warning?
What more bitter bullshit can you throw my way, Rashad, huh?
Come on, man.
You know this wasn't my dream.
I didn't have political aspirations.
This was your dream.
But we could've worked together.
Right.
You chose differently.
There are many things that can be said about me, James.
"Sore loser" ain't one of them.
I know when I'm beat.
Congratulations, James.
Losing is a skill. I'm glad you've become an expert at it, Rashad.
[dramatic music]
Mm.
So... what's your next move?
Well, obviously, we're gonna throw
a party here tonight to celebrate my nomination,
which you are very much welcome to attend.
I mean, you don't want the DNC
to forget about your name, now, do you?
-Thanks for the invitation, good brother. -[cell phone buzzes]
You got it. Listen.
I gotta go see my son.
Again, thanks for stopping by.
Uh, your son, your son, your son-- James.
-Listen, James-- -You know why I outlasted you, Rashad?
You know why I took your dream?
See, some people know how to win.
They always win.
See, that's me.
No matter what, nothing can stop me from winning.
And some people can never win. That's you.
No matter what you put your mind to-- well, it never works out.
I mean, it falls apart in your little-ass hands.
You know what? Maybe politics just ain't your thing.
You ever thought about that?
Maybe you should actually go back to being a cop.
You were a great cop, right?
♪♪
I'll see you tonight, my good brother.
[door lock clanks]
Hey, son.
I'm glad you hit me back, man.
Let me look at you.
Look, I know you said some things you didn't mean, and I said some things--
Yeah, yeah, I know.
I don't want to fight with you anymore.
But I'm not here to talk to you.
He is.
[uneasy music]
Why the fuck are you here?
Don't you mean, why am I not at Rikers Island right now?
Tariq, why is he here? He's our enemy.
Why would you bring our enemy here?
He knows everything about everything I've done.
All right? He said he was gonna talk, so I had no choice.
Tariq, wait for your little friend in the hallway.
♪♪
The fuck you want?
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,
but I got out of there before the cops got to me.
But I know you killed him.
♪♪
I don't know what you're talking about.
Look, you can play this whatever game, man,
but doesn't matter.
I know shit about you and your son,
and you got shit on me.
But I need to get the fuck out of town.
I need money, Ghost.
I got 250 bands.
Mm-mm. I need more than that, Ghost.
Dre, that's what I got, okay? 250.
Take it or leave it.
And I gotta go get it, okay?
So you meet me in an hour.
I'll text you an address.
Nah, hold on.
How do I know I could even trust you?
♪♪
You don't have much of a choice, Dre.
You came into my office asking for money.
♪♪
[laughs]
That's it. That's it. That's what you are.
You's a wannabe gangster,
a fucking wannabe.
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.
So I'ma save you,
like the helpless little bitch you are.
See you in an hour.
♪♪
[cell phone rings]
[guard] I was wondering when you would call.
Call the cops.
Give 'em the footage of the kid
heading up to the roof.
[guard] Consider it done.
Money's on the way.
♪♪
[cell phone buzzes]
♪♪
[sighs]
♪♪
Lakeisha wasn't you.
I know that now.
Tommy, you could've believed me in the first place.
Well, you ain't exactly the trustworthy type, G.
Tommy, I never pulled the trigger on anybody you loved.
I mean it, man. Not Holly, not Teresi.
I just wanted both of them out of your life
to protect you, bro. That was my whole mission.
I had to lie, because otherwise, you wouldn't have believed me.
So this recording that Proctor had this whole time...
you're telling me that you lied about him destroying it
because you was protecting me?
What are you talking about?
This fucking recording
where I tell Ruiz that we killed Lobos
and then I give him the stabby-stab.
That recording.
Proctor said he got rid of that recording, Tommy.
[laughs] I guess your mans ain't got your back after all.
He betrayed both of us, Tommy.
There ain't no friends in the street.
Remember that one?
Kanan. Yeah, he taught us that.
I remember.
I also remember having more than a friend.
I had a brother, man.
But now here we are, with me not knowing
whether you're gonna let me walk out of this place alive.
I'm still your brother, but that's the game.
[tense music]
Tommy, you gotta let me go.
I can't do that, Ghost.
I might not have been easy,
but there's too much between us.
You sent Benny on me.
And you sent Jason after me.
Tommy, that's the second time you sent me someplace blind, bro.
Yeah, well, you got my whole crew roped up.
Again, that wasn't me.
Bullshit.
You know what, Tommy?
You can't function without me.
I don't need you, but you need me.
Even if you need to hate me,
you need me to do it.
♪♪
I'm leaving you behind.
Okay?
No, you ain't.
Tommy, I'm leaving you behind.
♪♪
You can't stop me.
♪♪
No one can fucking stop me.
♪♪
I'm out.
So you get everything you want, huh, and I got nothing?
♪♪
I got nothing?
♪♪
I got nothing!
Tommy, you chose to have nothing, man!
I said, "Get out the fucking game."
[growls]
[bullet whizzes]
[dramatic music]
Motherfucker!
♪♪
So you sent your people to come get me?
My fucking peoples are in jail!
Well, who the fuck is chasing you?
-This ain't about me, Ghost. -[bullets whizzing]
How many? How many?
-There's two. -[gunshot]
Split up. Go.
[gunfire]
♪♪
You in?
[gunfire]
♪♪
Tommy.
Tommy!
♪♪
[disquieting music]
♪♪
[siren wailing distantly]
[Warner] When you came to see me this morning,
you were insisting that we search
St. Patrick's hotel room.
Is this...
what you expected us to find?
Answer carefully.
If you lie and we prove it,
you are going straight to jail.
He's not gonna answer that at all.
You have no proof that he's involved
in anything nefarious or illegal at all.
How much have you told your counsel
about what you've been up to, Saxe?
He has gotten multiple witnesses killed, Tameika.
He has broken numerous laws,
not to mention every code of ethics I can think of.
Cooper, did you know the phone was there?
Did you plant it?
Come on, that's ridiculous.
No matter what you say,
I wouldn't break the law to catch a criminal.
Look at the facts.
How exactly would you imagine I, A,
has Silver's cell phone in the first place,
and, B, sneaked into the hotel room without being discovered?
I don't know how you had the phone.
Sir, I took him with me when I found Silver's car.
He could've found it there and pocketed it for later use.
You did what?
He helped me with Tasha.
She wouldn't speak with me because of our history,
but he persuaded her to talk.
Jesus fucking Christ!
You realize his presence perverts the whole thing, right?
He's not law enforcement right now.
He's no one!
This could blow up in your face, Blanca.
And yours, Warner.
You want to tell him how you got Tate's affidavit this morning?
[Warner] What did you not tell me about, Rodriguez?
I asked you about this specifically.
[suspenseful music]
Saxe was present.
It was his idea to push Tate's statement
in order to get the search warrant.
Are you out of your fucking mind?
He was desperate to help me get the warrant, sir. Now I know why.
Fuck you, Saxe.
You stole that phone from Silver's car.
You planted it in the hotel room,
and you sent me to find it.
You fucking played me.
You let him play you.
Blanca, I'm sorry.
-Was that an admission? -Shut up, Saxe.
If you go public with all of this,
if you charge him with anything,
Rodriguez is blown,
you're blown,
and your whole case is destroyed.
Might be worth it to see him go to jail.
[Tameika] At the end of the day, Warner,
who's the better collar,
Saxe or James St. Patrick,
potential future lieutenant governor?
Ascendant political star
revealed to be a drug-dealing, homicidal bastard
by Jacob Warner
and Blanca Rodriguez.
Your careers will be made
if you can make it stick.
You might need that phone.
♪♪
Come on, Cooper. Let's go.
♪♪
Which headline do you want,
"AUSA Indicted for Pursuing Justice"
or "Democratic Candidate Sentenced to Death
Under Kingpin Statute"?
I know which one of those leads the evening news.
Don't you?
♪♪
[siren wailing]
[percussive electronic music]
[officer] Andre Coleman,
you're under arrest for the murder of Jason Micic.
♪♪
Suspect's been apprehended.
Watch your head.
♪♪
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoever you are, you're making a big fucking mistake.
You're making a bigger mistake, walking around here alone.
You should know better than that, Vincent.
Ghost!
Congratulations on your little announcement.
Wouldn't think you'd be out here
doing your own dirty work, though.
Some shit, you gotta handle on your own.
[uneasy music]
I should put a bullet in your head
for what you did to Tariq.
♪♪
So do it.
♪♪
But you and I both know
the kid deserved it.
♪♪
I need you to do me a favor, Vincent.
You do me this one solid, and we're square,
and you gain a powerful friend in Albany.
I happen to think that state law enforcement funds
should be focused on terrorism, not organized crime, you know?
I happen to agree with you.
What's the favor?
You still got connections
with the Bureau of Prisons, right?
Correct.
I gotta be able to talk to one of them.
♪♪
Can you get a burner on the inside?
♪♪
Ah, man.
Paz, what are you doing here? You okay?
Look, just let me get through what I came here to say.
I know you didn't kill my sister.
I heard about her autopsy results.
You didn't do it.
So now you believe me.
I believe you weren't the shooter.
You could've hired him, though.
Looking at you now,
somehow I don't believe that either.
Paz, you've been looking at me my whole life.
You've known me since I was a kid.
And you know how much I loved your sister.
Come on.
I loved your sister with all my heart.
Outside of my kids, she was the most important thing in my life.
I'd do anything to take back what happened.
In fact, right now, at this very moment,
I would trade my life for hers without hesitation.
[sniffles]
What was she doing for you?
[somber music]
♪♪
Why would she risk her life to keep you out of jail?
It was to keep us all out of jail.
She was trying to save everyone.
From what?
From who?
♪♪
If you didn't do it, Jamie,
you have to tell me...
who killed my sister.
♪♪
Look, I wish I could end your pain.
I do, Paz.
I know you miss her every day. So do I.
Jamie, please.
Please.
♪♪
Who killed my sister?
♪♪
I can't tell you...
♪♪
Because I don't know who killed your sister, Paz.
[sniffles]
♪♪
You won't see me again.
-Wait. -No.
I won't come back.
♪♪
[cell phone buzzing]
[sighs]
Hey, Ramona.
-James. -Hey.
Who was that?
Paz Valdes.
That was Angela Valdes' sister.
You were very gentle with her.
Yeah, well, you know, we both lost someone dear to us, so...
neither one of us will ever be the same.
I don't think I can compete with a ghost, James.
No, no, you're not. I'm right here.
I don't want you to compete with my past either.
[tender music]
My ex-husband and I...
[sighs]
Our marriage failed because we both had secrets.
I'm not an open person by nature,
but I'm willing to try.
♪♪
Do you think we could have fewer secrets between us?
I heard Paz
ask about Angela working to keep you out of jail.
♪♪
For what?
James, if the Feds are targeting you again,
Lorette needs to know.
-Everything's okay. -I need to know.
No, hey, hey.
I just said, everything's okay.
I promise, okay?
♪♪
I have to meet up with Tasha,
for the last time.
Trust me.
I'm being open.
♪♪
[laughs softly]
♪♪
[elevator bell dings]
You're late.
And you're already up here.
It's not your place anymore.
Look, Tasha, the checklist says
we should start with the master bedroom, so--
Good. Let's make it quick.
After you.
All right, well, the carpet seems to be intact.
Yeah.
The workmen said that they would put everything
back the way it was when we moved in.
Hmm.
Well, not everything.
[sighs] Tasha, what do you want me to say, okay?
I'm fucking sorry, all right?
I'm sorry for the way things turned out.
Oh, not as sorry as you're gonna be.
You know Tariq is in real trouble with the Feds.
No, I didn't know. What happened now?
I know that you know, and I know
that you're planning on turning Tariq in for Ray Ray's murder.
Whoa, Tash, whoever said that is fucking lying, okay?
I would never do that. You know me. I would never do that.
-I don't know you. That's the fucking problem! -No!
Yeah, listen to me, woman.
You know I would never do that to my son.
But maybe Tariq should confess.
What?
[desolate music]
I said maybe Tariq should confess.
Wait a minute.
So you want our son,
a black kid like Tariq, not street, not hood,
to go inside voluntarily?
Wait, so no college, no future, no life?
Hey, I didn't say that.
Nobody's pushing for college more than me.
You know that. I want him to go to college.
And I want him to keep his little black ass out of jail.
Maybe the best way for that to happen
is for him to come forward.
Tasha, we get a good lawyer, the right lawyer.
He gets probation, I don't know, military camp,
something short-term.
Hell, he shot his sister's killer.
Any jury in the world would fucking understand that.
You want him to go in front of a jury?
No, Tasha, I want him to get a good deal,
the best possible deal.
If you say you did it,
he wouldn't need a fucking deal.
If I say I did it,
then we all lose, 'cause I'm the fucking head, right?
So then we all get investigated.
Your little druggie day care?
That shit blows up in smoke,
it gets exposed, and you go to jail.
♪♪
I just-- I can't.
-You can't what? -I can't let you
tell Tariq to confess.
I mean, we can't control what happens next, Ghost.
Once I'm in Albany, maybe I can.
Hell, Tasha, maybe once I'm in Albany,
it's good for you too--
you know, in case you catch a case...
[uneasy music]
For killing Lakeisha.
♪♪
I don't know what you're talking about.
I figured it out, Tash.
I send you out there.
All of a sudden, Lakeisha's dead. Lakeisha Grant.
I didn't tell you to do that, did I?
Now you got a major problem,
so you gotta stay out of my way,
'cause I swear to God, Tasha,
nothing...
is gonna stop me,
least of all you.
Mm.
♪♪
Well, Terry Silver's murder
could stop you.
I wonder what's gonna happen when the world finds out about that.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Oh, really?
But go ahead, Tash. You go ahead.
Keep talking that shit.
Meanwhile, your son is in trouble, and you ain't got a plan.
You were the plan, Ghost.
You can't keep covering for him.
Me having a fucking plan or not,
you can't keep covering for him.
You said it. You said, "Ghost,
I can't teach a boy to be a man."
You said that, T.
Meanwhile, this boy has made a man's decision,
so he should take a man's consequences.
Tell me that you wouldn't put Tariq in jail just to hurt me.
Tash, I'ma talk to our son.
Maybe the best thing for our family
is for our son to take responsibility for the mess he made
and for us to get him a deal
so he can live out the rest of his life.
Like you said, T,
we're all running around here,
fucking losing our minds
to save him:
you, me, Tommy, Kanan, Lakeisha.
It has not worked.
♪♪
So let's find another way.
♪♪
I hope you get everything you deserve, Ghost.
You know me.
I always do.
I never want to see you again.
♪♪
Tasha, just make sure to have my son at my hotel, okay?
Me and him need to have a man-to-man.
♪♪
[elevator bell dings]
[Seinabo Sey] ♪ Let me make you ♪
♪ Go down in history, baby ♪
♪ Let me write you ♪
♪ Into history, darling ♪
♪ Let me sing you ♪
♪ Into eternity ♪
♪ So you say you just wanna be remembered ♪
♪ You just wanna be remembered ♪
♪ Just wanna be remembered ♪
Why are you and Mom always fighting?
[laughs] Baby girl.
Come here.
Hey.
-Hey. -Hey, hey.
Mm-hmm!
So good to see you.
What's going on with you and Mom?
When you left us, Raina...
♪♪
Well, your mother just hasn't been the same.
Eh, she'll do anything to protect your brother,
and I think he needs to change.
I know you all blame Tariq,
but I could've told you what was going on,
but I didn't.
He should not have asked you to lie for him.
It was my decision to lie.
♪♪
Tariq didn't teach me to lie.
You did.
You and Mom taught us to lie.
[Seinabo Sey] ♪ And if I'm not the one ♪
♪ Holding the smoking gun ♪
♪ Whatever we become ♪
♪ I was there before it all ♪
♪ You can sing me to the sun ♪
Baby girl,
I gotta ask you something.
Should I,
you know, get your brother to turn himself in?
♪♪
I had to pay for my mistake.
Why shouldn't he?
♪♪
Everyone needs to admit what they've done.
Lies in our family need to stop.
The lies killed me, Dad.
♪ Remember, remember me under the sun ♪
-[sighs] -[cell phone buzzes]
[Jacob Banks] ♪ Remember, remember ♪
♪ Remember ♪
♪♪
[Seinabo Sey] ♪ Remember me ♪
[both] ♪ Remember me under the sun ♪
♪ Remember me ♪
♪ Remember me under the sun ♪
-Come on in, son. -What do you want?
I want you to take a seat.
No.
Look, we got a lot to rap about.
I think we should sit.
Ma told me they found my blood at Ray Ray's spot.
Your mother's right.
You said if I was to get caught,
you would take the rap for me.
I did say that, but circumstances have changed, son.
You're such a fucking liar.
I knew you wouldn't stand up for me.
Look, it's time for you to stand up for yourself, okay?
Tariq, I want you to just admit what you've done,
just come forward and admit what happened,
and then... puts me in a better situation to take care of you, okay?
We can get you into a military camp or even probation.
You lied to my fucking face!
And watch your mouth with me.
Besides, you're my father, and I can't even trust you.
It's the best move for the family, Tariq.
Once I get in Albany, man, I can move some things around
and get you into a good situation. I can take care of you.
Now, why would you take care of me there
if you can't even take care of me right here?
-I'm standing in front of you! -And I'm taking care of you!
You confess first.
What?
I said, you confess first.
Tell me about everything you've ever done, Dad.
Hmm?
Every drug deal, every robbery, every murder.
Start with Breeze.
[desolate music]
♪♪
I didn't want to kill Breeze.
I loved Breeze.
♪♪
I was your age when I killed him.
♪♪
I killed Breeze
because he got in the way of my future.
♪♪
What Kanan didn't know,
what Kanan couldn't tell you,
is that I gave Breeze one more chance.
I asked him to change his mind. He didn't...
so he forced my hand.
♪♪
Listen to me, son.
I'm gonna take you to the cops. I'm gonna get you a great lawyer,
and we as a family will get through this, okay?
We'll get through it as a family.
I'll use every single connection I have
to get you the best possible deal, man.
I'll get you into the college of your choice.
You-You can become the son,
the-the man that I know you can be.
[dramatic music]
Look, man, I know you don't get it right now,
but you will in time, son. I promise you that.
It's the best thing for the family!
♪♪
No.
This... This is the best thing for you.
That's all you ever cared about, the best thing for Ghost.
♪♪
You promised me, man.
You promised me you'd take the weight.
♪♪
I should've known that was a promise that you could never keep.
♪♪
[door latch clicks]
♪♪
Am I trapped in a time loop?
Didn't we just send this guy home?
Your Honor, I wasn't part of the previous prosecution of James St. Patrick.
I can't speak to anything that happened then.
Well, your office tried to prosecute Mr. St. Patrick
for the murder of an FBI agent.
He didn't do it.
We're sure he did this one, sir.
You better be,
'cause if I remember correctly,
the actual killer of the FBI agent was one of the prosecutors,
and he tried to frame St. Patrick for the murder
to cover his own crimes.
So, if you're gonna go after St. Patrick again,
every bit of this better be by the book.
I wanna know that you're gonna win that case,
not just make some valiant effort.
That's a pretty high standard, sir.
Well, it's my standard, so measure up.
What's your evidence?
The victim in question is Terry Silver.
Wait, St. Patrick's lawyer?
Why on earth would he kill that guy?
After the trial, Silver had an affair
with St. Patrick's wife, Tasha.
St. Patrick found out about it.
Can you prove he knew?
That's not enough. It won't withstand cross.
Doesn't need to for a search warrant.
-Next! -[Blanca] Okay, here's the CSU report
of soil samples
collected from the footwell of Silver's car when we discovered it.
Matches soil samples that were found
on shoes in St. Patrick's closet.
This sample is from the original Queens Child Project site.
And you have proof that Terry Silver never went to that site, right?
Uh, can I see it?
Uh, I don't have that right now, sir, but there's no evidence--
And how many times did St. Patrick go to that site,
before or after Silver's disappearance?
There's no way to tell.
Next!
Come on, what else do you have?
What else did you find from the search warrant?
[uneasy music]
Terry Silver's cell phone,
found in St. Patrick's hotel room earlier today.
[cell phone thuds]
♪♪
[Spanky] Who the fuck sent you that?
Nigga, how the fuck should I know?
[cell phone buzzes]
New phone. Who dis?
You still got my watch?
Nigga, I ain't talking to you.
Your boy ratted us out.
Nah, nah, nah. That was your boy.
That's your day one.
Fuck that nigga!
Agree.
I need you to do me a favor.
Do you a favor?
For what?
Money and revenge.
♪♪
Now we talking.
What you need me to do?
♪♪
Thank you for your cooperation,
but I'm afraid we won't be needing
your testimony after all.
What? What do you mean?
Judge Tapper wouldn't give us an arrest warrant.
He shut us down.
Does he understand who Jamie is,
what kind of man he's letting go free?
In the eyes of the law, St. Patrick is innocent until proven guilty.
We can't prove anything.
Maybe you just need more time to build a case.
It's over.
♪♪
Please.
There isn't anything you can do?
It's over.
♪♪
[funky music playing]
♪♪
[man singing indistinctly]
♪♪
♪ Everything gonna be all right, babe ♪
♪ Been tappin' you ♪ ♪ Gotcha dancing on the subway... ♪
♪ Look so fine when you do it like that ♪
♪ Everything you do ♪
♪♪
[Ramona] Really excited about the things that--
Well, you look beautiful tonight.
[laughs]
-[laughs] -There you are.
I mean, beautiful. Look at you.
[laughs]
[quietly] Uh, James, I think we should, um...
keep us secret,
you know, at least until the campaign ends.
♪♪
That's not a secret I'm willing to keep.
♪♪
[man singing indistinctly]
♪♪
Secret's out.
So the secret's out.
[laughs]
[chuckles]
[door lock buzzes]
I was your one phone call?
Yeah, man. There's people in here that want me dead, man.
I can't stay here.
Blanca, you know I didn't do this shit.
I ain't got no fucking reason to kill Jason!
I know,
but there's surveillance footage
of you heading into the building
and sneaking out.
Jason sent a text message blaming you for his death.
-I got set the fuck up! -Can you prove it?
[uneasy music]
Look, you're in a world of trouble here,
and I don't know how to get you out.
Unless...
Unless what?
I could cut you a deal. Ten years.
Ten fucking years for a body that's not mine? Are you crazy?
It's better than life.
Do you want to see your little girl grow up?
You know I do!
Then I need you to answer one question for me.
If the answer is yes,
then I'm getting you out of here today
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 the murder of Jason Micic, and there's nothing I can do about that.
What's the question?
Did James St. Patrick tell you that he killed Terry Silver?
♪♪
No.
He didn't tell me he did it.
I was there.
♪♪
Good.
♪♪
It was, um... it was at his place.
In the parking garage?
♪♪
In the parking garage.
I saw him and told him to stop.
But he didn't listen. He just... He just kept going.
And you're willing to say that on the stand?
Look, I'm willing to say that shit
wherever you want me to.
Now, get me the fuck out of here.
♪♪
I'm gonna call Judge Tapper right now.
♪♪
[door lock buzzes]
Look at you.
You got everything you wanted.
Well, with your help, yes.
-We all need friends, James. -Come on.
I have plenty of friends.
Hmm.
[laughs]
Oh, you're here. So glad you came.
Simon, this is my son.
This is my boy, Tariq St. Patrick.
Tariq, this is the Simon Stern.
Nice to meet you, Mr. Stern.
Nice to meet you, Tariq.
James, you are a very lucky man to have such a fine son.
I know.
[Simon] I think I'll be on my way.
Great party, James.
-Thank you. -See you at inauguration.
Yes, you will.
I'll expect to have excellent seats.
Tariq.
[smooth music playing]
You look great, son.
You really want me to turn myself in?
I'll be there with you, son.
Okay? You trust that.
I'll be right there with you,
every step of the way. Okay?
♪♪
Good night, Dad.
♪♪
Good night.
Tapper shut the whole thing down.
He told them they can't come back
without a literal smoking gun,
which they'll never get,
or a witness statement from someone
who isn't either a known enemy of St. Patrick's
or an accomplice,
which doesn't exist.
In other words--
In other words, they're fucked.
You're fucked.
It's over.
Turns out, St. Patrick beat everyone who tried to get him,
including you.
Tapper signed your arrest warrant an hour ago.
I spoke to Warner,
and they'll let you surrender tomorrow morning
at the Federal Building,
where you'll be processed and go into custody.
Can we fight the case?
If we go to trial,
Warner will be motivated to get the max.
We should make a deal.
So, uh... I go to jail,
and St. Patrick walks?
You go to jail, and St. Patrick walks.
[dark music]
I'm sorry, Saxe.
♪♪
[doorknob clicks]
♪♪
Surprised to see me?
Come on, K. I can't do this right now, man.
You know, none of this shit is really real.
None of this changes who you are.
I don't wish jail on nobody.
But you? You're a criminal,
a bad guy, just like me, nigga.
Nigga, you made me this way, K. Come on, man.
This is who I am.
This is what I was all along.
If I'm born somewhere else, if I ain't raised by you,
come on, man, I'm in business school somewhere.
I'm in this race anyway.
I took the long fucking route, it's true,
but I'm here, where I deserve to be.
You deserve handcuffs and a needle, nigga.
Maybe Ghost does,
but I ain't even packing, K.
I keep telling you,
I'm done with that life.
-A'ight? I'm moving on. -You see that?
That's why everybody hates you:
your wife, your son,
your little homey Dre,
your best friend Tommy, me.
Can't nobody trust you, motherfucker.
That's you, okay? You couldn't be trusted.
That's why you had to be taken off the board.
I can trust myself.
I won.
Nigga, you can't stand it.
I made all of my dreams happen,
and no one or nothing can stop it.
K, your son-- I tried to save him. Remember that?
You tried to destroy my son.
You're right. This shit ain't real.
You're dead, and I got my son back.
♪♪
[Ramona] James? James.
Hey.
[sighs] What a magical night.
[sighs] It could not have gone any better.
Everything we wanted.
I know we still have to, uh, talk.
Yep.
Should I meet you back at your hotel?
Now you're talking.
[laughs]
Sounds like a wonderful idea.
Say about an hour?
[soft dramatic music]
♪♪
I just gotta clean up a few things
around here, okay, and I'll be right there.
-All right. -Okay.
♪♪
[ominous music]
♪♪
[Big K.R.I.T.'s "Saturdays = Celebration"]
♪♪
[Big K.R.I.T.] ♪ Somebody say a prayer for me ♪
[Jamie N Commons] ♪ If they kill me on Friday ♪
♪ Bury me on Sunday ♪
♪ Mourn for me Monday ♪
♪ Then you gotta let me go ♪
♪ Go ♪
♪ Then you gotta let me go ♪
♪ 'Cause Saturdays are for celebration ♪
♪♪
♪ If they kill me on Tuesday ♪
♪ Bury me on Wednesday ♪
♪ Mourn for me Thursday ♪
♪ Then you gotta let me go ♪
♪ Go ♪
♪ Then you gotta let me go ♪
♪ 'Cause Saturdays are for celebration ♪
♪♪
♪ For celebration ♪
[gunshot]
[sad piano music]
♪♪
♪ They say it's 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 ♪
♪♪
♪ It's 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 ♪
♪ This is where it goes down ♪
♪♪
♪ They say it's 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 ♪
♪♪
♪ Mm ♪