Previously on Power...
I already programmed the information on his phone.
You'll be able to read his text messages,
view his incoming and outgoing call logs.
Carlton Hotel.
Angela told me her investigation is actually not about Tommy.
- She wants Lobos. - How long you been smashin' Tasha?
If anything, I'm using her for information like you wanted.
Tell me one real thing she told you.
I know that Uncle G's going to a big meeting
tomorrow afternoon at the Carlton Hotel.
Tommy trusts me. I'm gonna surprise Ghost
at the Lobos meeting tomorrow. Tell Lobos to his face.
Ghost and Tommy done lost control of the organization.
...why a guy like you needs my services.
- I feel like I can trust you. - What makes you think that?
I just saw the distributor going into the meeting with Lobos.
FBI! Get on the ground!
Angie! I'm gonna get you, Angela!
Your uncle set me up. I want you to right Ghost's wrong
for separating us by taking him out.
- You in? - I'm in.
? They say this is a big rich town ?
? I just come from the poorest part ?
? Bright lights, city life, I got to make it ?
? This is where it goes down ?
? I just happen to come up hard ?
? Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it ?
? 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 ?
? Homie, I grew up in hell, a block away from heaven ?
? That corner, every 15 minutes it move a seven ?
? Pure snow, bag it, then watch it go ?
? Occupational options, get some blow or some hos ?
? Shoot the bowl or the strap, learn to rap or to jack ?
? Fuck it, man, in the meantime ?
? Go ahead and pump a pack ?
? This my regal royal flow, my James Bond bounce ?
? That 007, that 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 you ?
? You're my inspiration, you're my motivation ?
? You're the reason that I'm moving with no hesitation" ?
? They say this is a big rich town ?
? Yeah ?
? I just come from the poorest part ?
? Bright lights, city life, I got to make it ?
? This is where it goes round ?
? Yeah ?
? I just happen to come up hard ?
? Legal or illegal, baby, I got to make it ?
Sync and corrections by explosiveskull www.addic7ed.com
Look up.
Turn to your left.
You're one ugly piece of shit.
Look up.
Stand on the yellow print.
Look up. Turn to your left.
Lose the chain.
It wasn't a fuckin' question.
? Let the beat ride like that ?
Lift 'em up.
Tongue. Up.
? I serve 'em up ?
- ? Thunder in the dope raps ? - Turn around.
? Boom ?
? Big 'llacs in the tall grass ?
Bend over, squat, and cough.
? Real good price, buddy, you should buy that ?
? Wraaa ?
? Everybody, get the fuck up ?
Egan.
? Wraaa ?
? Everybody, get the fuck up ?
Lights out.
? Wraaa ?
Egan, on the gate.
G.
What the fuck you lookin' at?
Nothin', brother. Be cool.
- Who the fuck are you? - An angel of mercy.
Now shut the fuck up and sit down.
All rise.
The honorable Judge Jennifer LeFevre.
Good morning. Be seated.
We're on the record.
Case number 6796969.
DM 184, United States of America vs. Thomas Patrick Egan.
This is a bail hearing to determine
whether defendant Egan should be released on bond.
Good morning, Your Honor.
Angela Valdes for the United States of America.
With me is Assistant U.S. Attorney Cooper Saxe.
Good morning, Your Honor.
Joseph Proctor,
council for defendant Thomas Egan.
Good morning, Mr. Proctor. Does the government wish to be heard first?
Defendant Egan's ties to the community are loose.
He has an extensive criminal record,
financial resources, and the intelligence to make a good faith escape.
We feel that Mr. Egan is a danger to the community
and that there is a significant risk of flight.
Defendant Egan should be held without bail until his trial.
Mr. Proctor, does the defendant wish to rebut the presumption at this time?
If I may, Your Honor,
despite Mr. Egan's past record,
his recent behavior shows he has now become
an upstanding member of the community as a business owner.
I assure you, Your Honor,
Thomas Egan is of no flight risk.
He wants to stand and clear his name.
Having considered the arguments of council,
the pre-trial services report and recommendation,
the court finds that no combination of conditions
can assure the defendant's appearance for trial.
Therefore, bail is denied.
Defendant is remanded to custody to await trial.
Trial date is set for the 23rd at 9:00,
courtroom 23, Judge John D. Daniels.
Nice work, Valdes.
You know I'm handling the trial, right?
We'll see.
When do I get my fuckin' phone call?
- See? - Mm.
This is how I want things to be.
Me and you.
Me, too, Shawn.
I know you're still married to Ghost, but...
if we really want this, can't we make it happen?
Maybe.
Oh. It could be the kids.
Hello?
Yes, I'll accept the charges.
Tommy?
Okay, okay. Slow down.
What happened?
Where the fuck is Ghost?
Gentlemen.
- Great work at the bail hearing. - Thank you.
But Proctor seems to be on his game.
With a case this big, gotta make sure we're firm on all points.
Wanna box them in.
We have Egan in possession of a large amount of cash
with intent to exchange those funds with a known cartel leader,
who, by the way, was in possession of numerous unlicensed firearms.
Tell me, how are they gonna get out of that box?
How did you know they were going to be there?
I had an unofficial tail put on Egan a couple of days ago.
Set it up through Vice, tracked him to the location.
I should've said something, I know.
Can't say I like things going on behind my back,
but we're here now.
I owe you a drink. My treat.
_
You nervous?
Ready.
Egan's gonna get what he deserves.
Hope so.
You know, I heard what you said to Mike.
You and I both know there wasn't a tail.
I know you grew up with James St. Patrick,
but he's gonna have to come forward.
Friends or not, he's gonna have to make a statement, testify against Egan.
And you're gonna have to explain
how you found the location of the Lobos meet.
And if he's the answer,
you're gonna have to bring him in to Mike.
Hey.
You changed your cell.
Why?
Well, because my number has a tendency to get into the wrong hands.
So you arrested Tommy?
Guess you were right about him all along.
He was standing in a hotel room
with Felipe Lobos when the agents walked in.
You got Lobos, too?
Hmm. So you don't need Tommy now.
You told me it wasn't really Tommy you were after.
But Tommy was arrested with Lobos and guns and a lot of money.
Can you help him?
The only way out of this for Tommy at this point
is to testify against Lobos.
Well, that's not gonna happen.
Tommy won't snitch on Lobos,
so there's gotta be another way, Ange.
Baby, you're from the same neighborhood.
It violates everything we believe in to betray a friend.
You know that.
Hey, come here.
You gotta consider what matters to you most.
You know, babe?
And then you can make a decision
that goes against every rule you know.
But you better consider carefully.
I'll think about what I can do for him.
I know you will.
You try and clip a nigga like Ghost, you gotta be precise.
On point, you hear me?
This ain't his first time at the wrong end of the gun.
Put this on the gun tonight.
It goes in the front.
Look, before the actual meeting and shit like that,
just hit me right quick, one, two, let me know we in motion, all right?
All right. And then what?
When you get in the car, you do what you normally do... drive.
All right? You want him to relax.
Don't talk, don't bullshit, turn the radio on.
Play whatever the fuck the nigga like.
You got tints on that truck, right?
Yeah. No one can see inside.
Look, there's an alley in the West 20s.
It's about a couple minutes away from his club.
It ends in a garage, dead end.
Nobody'll be back there.
You get to the alley, simple and plain...
you turn around and you shoot him.
In broad daylight?
You just said the truck got tints on it.
- Ain't nobody gonna see the muzzle flash. - Right.
After you do it, you got a short ride over to this warehouse.
It's not too far from here, all right?
Give him the address.
We'll take it from there. Once you shoot him,
he's gonna be suckin' wind and shit tryin' to get air.
Eyes glazed, mouth like a fuckin' fish.
Can you handle that?
Yeah, I can handle it.
It's gonna be a long car ride with a dead body
from Manhattan to Queens, man.
Don't get pulled over.
Don't trip and miss a stoplight, motherfucker.
I won't.
You sure about this?
If you don't want to do it, let me know now.
I'm in.
- I said I'm in, I meant it. - All right.
I guess that dick ain't what it used to be.
- Tash, what the fuck? - She beat you.
I told you to keep fucking her to control her mind
- and she beat you anyway. - Lower your voice.
Tommy's in fucking jail.
We're about to lose everything
because Angela was smarter than you.
Slow down.
Got the whole thing under control.
- You got the whole thing under control? - Yes.
Is this the plan you told me about?
You left out the part where Tommy's in jail and you're not.
This is just like Kanan all over again, huh?
I'm not doing this shit here.
Except you didn't want to tell me
because you knew that I wouldn't help you sell Tommy out.
This why I saved the fed bitch's life? So she could arrest Tommy?
It's not like that at all, T, okay?
I would never do Tommy that way.
Yeah, and you know what? The old Ghost wouldn't.
But you know what? I don't know you.
You are not the man I married, not by a long shot.
I haven't changed.
I'm taking care of Tommy and it's all gonna work out.
If something happens to him on the inside,
or if... if he gets convicted...
It's not going to happen!
- Mm. - I fuckin' said I got it.
You're playing with fire, Ghost.
You just better make sure we don't all get burned.
Egan.
You fucked up my bail hearing.
Come on, even I couldn't win that one.
You were caught red-handed.
Who's paying for you?
Where is he?
He sends his regards.
Well, why the fuck ain't he in here with me?
He was running late.
By the time he got there, the feds had surrounded the building.
But he wants you outta here. That's why he hired me.
So he just happened to be running late
the same day his fucking girlfriend
magically knows the location of our meetup with Lobos?
Girlfriend?
Oh, shit. He ain't tell you?
That bitch who beat you in court,
he's been fuckin' her for months.
How do I know that you aren't here to keep me inside
while the two of them try to pin everything on me?
Okay, look. If you don't trust me, I'm happy to go.
You can get a federal public defender.
Some asshole who's handling 30 cases at once.
Or you can stick with me.
I'm in the Tommy Egan business.
I'm expensive as fuck, and your boy's paying full freight to make sure you walk.
So which is it? Should I go?
It's your call.
Going once...
going twice...
Sit the fuck down, Counselor.
Told him what you wanted.
Good. How's he doin'?
He asked about you. He sounds suspicious.
When you told him what happened, what did he say?
He said you were fucking the prosecutor.
It's not a conflict of interest. It's a benefit, trust me.
She can help us from the inside.
You just better know what you're doing.
Just call me the moment the prosecution's evidence arrives, okay, Proctor?
Look, I've been doing this a long time. Egan's the paranoid type.
You sure you just don't want me to tell him everything?
No. You make sure he doesn't say
a fucking word about Lobos to anyone.
Got you.
Get off that phone. I need your undivided attention.
Hamilton Contracts came in.
They want to roll out their next line of watches right here.
Whoo.
You talkin' later in the spring or summer?
We're talking Saturday. How about that?
Nah, we can't pull that off.
No way. Overhead,
not to mention acquiring all necessary permits,
police, security personnel.
Permits, police, security, all taken care of... the whole shebang.
- Really? - Yeah.
If we do this right, we'll pull in the biggest haul since we started.
You might hit your mark.
No might about it.
Ahem.
What's that?
Oh, gotta get all these records shipped over
to Stern Headquarters uptown.
I send them at the end of the week.
Everything has to be accounted for.
I hear that.
I hate fuckin' paperwork.
It's the most annoying part of any case.
It's a million copies for a million different people.
Yeah, but you get it wrong, and it blows everything up.
You throwing him in?
Rolla? Hold off.
We were never able to confirm enough to establish a link.
Never connected Egan all the way.
- Don't want to be presumptive. - Good point.
Did you talk to Mike about James St. Patrick?
I will after we complete the transfer.
If everyone can take a moment, we have a guest.
Oh, it's great to see you, sir. Looking slim.
Mike was telling me you guys
are in the middle of producing discovery.
Yes, sir. The defense for all parties
should be in possession of our evidence by the end of the day.
That's good to hear. And I understand
it was you who helped find Lobos.
Yes. Yes, sir.
Well, that's good work, Valdes. Real good work.
Reflective of our training.
Look, everyone take note. We need more initiative like this.
Ahem.
Look, Justice wants to ensure
the conviction of Felipe Lobos.
And in order to gain that assurance,
we're willing to be lenient with the distributor's involvement
if he were to cooperate.
You talking about offering Egan a deal?
Egan's a small fish. Justice wants Lobos.
So let's make sure we finish the job.
Get Egan to sing.
All right, well, that's everything.
All the bank statements, everything you had sent to my house.
What are you gonna do with $200,000, Tasha?
That's like your shoe budget for a week.
I don't know, 'Keisha, okay?
I'm trying to figure it out right now.
What's going on, Tasha?
I ain't never seen you like this,
and I know you're not being straight with me.
Let's just say Ghost is in way too deep with Angela.
- Oh, that bitch. - Yeah, that bitch.
And I gotta protect myself and the kids.
Look, I may need to go away, 'Keisha.
Not tell anybody where I'm going, not even you.
You hidin' money from Ghost and now you wanna hide his kids, too?
If he finds out what you up to, girl,
I don't know what he would do to...
He's not gonna find out, okay?
I'll be long gone before he suspects a thing.
I know you're strong, Tasha.
And I'm not just saying this 'cause I'd miss you.
But do you really have to go off and start a whole 'nother life by yourself?
Can't you find another way?
Where's he at?
Heads up.
Finally.
Not planning on staying long?
I agreed to hold off on killing Ghost and take part in your plan, Kanan,
'cause you assured me that you would be able
to use Tommy to align yourself with Lobos.
However, both Tommy and Lobos were arrested
and we are no closer to meeting him.
Explain to me why I do not rid myself of all of this and go my own way.
Vladimir's got a point, Kanan.
We're all in the same boat.
That last distro I received is running low.
We need something new or we're gonna be forced to look at other options.
So what's your plan?
No need to do anything.
Ghost'll be dead by tomorrow.
After Ghost is dead,
we can discuss business moving forward.
Ghost being dead is something we all want.
But how does that get us closer to our objective
with Tommy and Lobos in jail?
Motherfuckers like Lobos been arrested before.
He not gonna stop dealing, not now.
Nothing has to change.
After I kill Ghost, move him out the way,
he'll have no choice but to come to me.
I hope for your sake it plays out as you see.
_
Shawn?
_
Hey. What'd you want to talk about?
Come here.
This shit with Tommy.
Ghost says he has it under control,
but I really don't know that he does.
I think Tommy could go to jail for good.
Seems like Ghost is willing to take the fucking risk.
I could see Ghost making that call.
I don't know him anymore.
I don't know if I'm next, Shawn.
I don't know how far he'll go,
and I need to protect the people I care about,
and I can't do that here.
I'm gonna leave town with the kids.
- Where would you go? - I don't know, honestly.
But far away.
Far away from here, from Ghost.
But I don't want to go alone.
I want you to come with us, with me.
This is all I ever wanted.
And I'm gonna make you happy.
You and the kids.
I just need a couple days.
I can wait.
All right, look, as my associates continue
to review the evidence you delivered,
this witch hunt remains unsubstantiated.
My client tells me he stumbled into the wrong hotel room.
It's a simple case of wrong place, wrong time.
If he had any information regarding Mr. Lobos,
he would be happy to cooperate.
Yeah, there were a lot of Mexicans in that room.
Which one was he?
Mr. Egan, you're looking at going away for a very long time.
So what I can offer you begins and ends
with what you can offer me.
If you want this Lobos guy,
I can't do nothin' for you.
Can I go back to my cell now?
Threats aren't gonna break him.
Everyone's got a soft spot.
Greg, come with me. I got an idea.
Hey.
Uncle G's on his way out.
Uncle G?
You need to get this shit out of your mind right now, boy.
He ain't your uncle no more.
Motherfucker never was.
He just another nigga standing in front of the life you want.
Yeah.
Yeah, you're right. I'm good.
All right, stick to the script.
Holla at me when it's done.
I got you.
- What's up, Uncle G? - What's up, Shawn?
_
Midtown. Meeting's in 30 minutes.
Absolutely.
When you get in the car,
you do what you normally do... drive.
All right? You want him to relax.
Don't talk, don't bullshit. Turn the radio on.
Play whatever the fuck the nigga like.
No music. I'm expecting a call.
Uh, sure thing.
You get to the alley, simple and plain...
you turn around and you shoot him.
Your uncle set me up,
sent me to jail.
All those years I was gone, Ghost robbed us of that time.
Hey, where you goin'?
Road's closed.
Everything okay, Officer?
Water main burst about an hour ago. Where you headed?
- What? - I can give you an alternate route.
Um, midtown.
Okay, a little off-target, but okay.
Uh, take a left. Left on 8th.
It'll get you right over there. Go ahead.
Thank you.
Remind me to talk later.
I've been thinking about it.
Maybe you're right about that promotion you asked about.
Oh, yeah. Great, Uncle G.
_
Shouldn't have let a boy do a man's job, huh?
What you wanna do now?
Plan B, motherfucker.
How much longer we gotta be in here for?
We're gonna be here a while, so get comfortable.
Egan, got something to show you.
You got a visitor.
You motherfuckers.
What the fuck is my mom doin' here?
Well, you're staring at a lengthy sentence, Mr. Egan.
And I'm sure the funds you give her aren't all included in your tax return.
And once you're in prison with all your assets frozen,
how will Mommy make her house payments?
Medical bills, insurance... man, that stuff is expensive.
- Mm-hmm. - And I'm sure she needs her medicine.
Let's leave his mother outta this.
She can keep her life the way it is, Mr. Egan,
if you talk.
Stay calm, ma'am.
- Tommy. Oh, honey. - What the fuck you doing here?
Sweetheart.
These feds show up at my door and tell me you're locked up.
- What the hell is happening? - An obvious manipulation.
Whoa, whoa. The woman wanted to see her son.
- It's still America. - Right.
Get the fuck outta here. Go home.
Look, whatever they think you did,
you gotta tell them what they wanna know.
Okay, all right. My client would like a moment alone with his mother, so...
- Oh. - Yeah.
Of course.
Tommy.
Be good.
She looks even more coked up now than she did when we were in high school.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, she was definitely chewing the invisible sandwich
all the way over from Babylon.
With a woman like that for a mother he never had a chance.
Yeah, every criminal has a sob story.
Don't get soft on us now, Angela.
We're gonna nail this sucker to the wall.
Honey, they said they're gonna take the house.
Everything you gave me, they're gonna take it all.
They're just saying that shit to fuck with your head.
No, they meant it. They're gonna take everything.
They can do that, can't they?
Yes, they can, if they determine
you bought the house with money from illegal proceeds.
Oh, so I'm totally fucked, then!
No, Ma, would you shut...
Oops.
- That's illegal. - What? It was an honest mistake, Greg.
Two seconds.
Just to see if we're making some headway.
Even if it means I lose every goddamn thing I own?
God, you never loved me. You monster.
You'd throw your own mother over
for some asshole you barely know.
If it means saving both our lives, yeah, I fuckin' will!
- Right. - Would you shut the fuck up
and listen to me for a second?
- I hate the way you... - Shut up.
Shut the fuck up, you fuckin' ditzy bitch.
If you don't know nothin' about me, you should know this.
I ain't never gonna be no fuckin' snitch.
Not for you, not for nobody.
You fucking pig. You're an asshole!
Let's go take a break, calm down a little bit,
get some water...
We don't need his testimony to convict Lobos.
Yeah, but it would've been nice.
Too bad, Tommy Egan.
Enjoy being in prison for the rest of your life.
- Hey, come in. - You were right about Tommy.
He won't break.
You talked to him?
No, my boss did, my... my colleagues.
They tried everything.
I didn't want you to get him to testify against this Lobos guy.
I told you that wasn't gonna work.
Angie, you gotta... you gotta figure out another way.
I can try talking to his lawyer about a deal,
a confession, or shorter sentence,
but I'm not sure my boss will sign off.
And the truth is...
I don't think he deserves it.
He was in that room with Lobos,
and he is a major drug dealer.
And sometimes people deserve to pay the price.
I think you want me to protect someone
who legally, morally, fundamentally doesn't deserve protection.
I think we should stop talking about this tonight.
We can't play this game forever.
This is the only thing I can think about.
Hey.
The only thing?
- Why, Jamie? - Angie, stop.
- I need to know why. - Please, stop.
I can't.
I need to ask you. I need to know.
Why ask a question when you don't want the answer?
Tommy's gonna go to prison eventually, Jamie.
There's consequences to our actions, Angie.
For all of us.
We're running out of time, aren't we?
I hope not.
But that's up to you.
Proctor? Yeah.
We need to talk.
Egan, on the gate.
No sunbathing for me today. Maybe tomorrow.
Let's go.
Where the hell we goin'?
Hey, motherfucker, I said, "Where the hell we goin'?"
Just keep moving.
Have a seat, Tommy.
You gonna take off these cuffs?
No.
I ain't see no cameras in here.
No mics.
And I don't see my lawyer.
Nope, just you and me in here.
So no reason not to talk.
- I want to help you. - Help me? That's funny.
That's fuckin' hilarious.
You hate my guts. You always have.
Jamie asked me to help you. That's why we're in here.
So you are workin' together. I fuckin' knew it.
No, I want you to go to prison for the rest of your life.
He doesn't.
But he doesn't get that the only way I can help you
is if you testify against Lobos.
If it's reprisal, revenge you're worried about,
I can get you witness protection.
I can even relocate your mother.
The government doesn't want you. They want Lobos.
Maybe I can get your sentence down to 15 years.
15 years, you...
Bitch!
Your pussy must be made out of poison.
It's like the acid ate his fucking brain.
You ruined him first, you fuckin' asshole.
You want me to snitch so bad.
I ain't gonna give you Lobos,
but I can think of someone else I can give you instead.
Huh? Nah?
You don't want that, do you?
That don't work with you and Jamie's little plan.
Tommy, Jamie and I don't have a plan.
Sure. That's what I'll tell the judge.
He paid for my lawyer, you know.
He wants me to trust that guy to save me.
But maybe I should fucking save myself.
Jamie wouldn't hurt you.
Are you so sure about that, Angie?
Are you sure you know him that well?
Sorry, Miss Valdes. His lawyer's here.
Proctor, I need to talk to you.
I want to tell the judge something.
- No. No, no, no. Not now. - It's about the...
Just keep your mouth shut.
Trust me, don't say a word, okay?
Defense counsel has filed a motion
to dismiss the complaint against the defendant, Thomas Patrick Egan.
This better be good, Mr. Proctor.
Your Honor, the defense would like to ask the court
to suppress the government's identification of my client
as the New York distributor for defendant Lobos' alleged drug network
and any related testimony or evidence.
We submit that the partial sketch attributed to witness statements
from Nomar Arcielo and described in the affidavit
as the primary evidence used to identify Mr. Egan
was not, in fact, the sketch used in said ID.
What am I looking at, Counselor?
We believe that the identification for Mr. Egan
was achieved through a facial recognition match of this sketch
completed by Isabel Ruiz,
the 14-year-old daughter of Carlos Ruiz,
head of the Soldado Nation.
A sketch obtained from a 14-year-old
in, no doubt, an environment of duress
and undue influence from an overzealous AUSA.
That's why they left it out of evidence.
It is your belief that the completed sketch
was withheld in order to deceive the court?
That's a very serious charge, Mr. Proctor.
Your Honor, the partial sketch was sufficient
to identify the defendant
and properly presented in the affidavit on that basis.
We don't recognize this completed sketch,
but I'm sure its lack of inclusion in discovery
was a simple clerical error.
Excuse my tone, Your Honor,
but that would be a pretty convenient clerical error.
I agree.
The government's exclusion of the full sketch
and the likelihood that it and not the partial sketch
led to the ID of Mr. Egan as your suspect...
It's hard to ignore.
Your Honor, putting aside the issue of the sketch for a moment,
the plain fact is defendant Egan was still arrested in that hotel room
with Felipe Lobos in plain violation of numerous federal laws.
Even so, Your Honor, if the sketch is dirty,
then every subsequent piece of evidence,
every government action against Mr. Egan,
including the tail leading to his arrest in said hotel room
is fruit of the same poisonous tree.
I hereby exclude the government's identification of Thomas Patrick Egan.
The ID is out.
And without a solid ID, the government lacks probable cause
and the court finds it proper to dismiss the complaint.
Your Honor, in the interest of justice...
We request you dismiss with prejudice, Your Honor.
Prosecutorial malfeasance of this kind deserves sanctions,
and my client should be able to walk away free
knowing the government cannot retaliate.
I agree.
The complaint is hereby dismissed with prejudice.
Someone on your staff needs a disciplinary hearing, Miss Valdes.
Mr. Egan, you're free to go.
Marshals, escort him back to MCC
for processing out of the system.
Thank you, Your Honor.
How could you do this to me, Jamie?
I could lose my fucking job!
You didn't think I was gonna let Tommy rot in prison, did you?
Yeah, all that crap about getting me to help him?
That was all bullshit to keep me distracted so I'd never see this coming.
No, Angela. It wasn't bullshit.
If you had figured out a way to help him,
I wouldn't have had to do this at all.
You'll do anything, won't you?
Say anything to get what you want.
Won't you?
Come on, we're just alike, Angela.
Don't get all new on me like you been playin' fair.
You stole that sketch from my apartment.
And you cloned my phone and followed me to the hotel.
If I was in that room with Tommy, I'd be in custody right now.
You knew I was following you.
I played right into your hand.
And I gave you Lobos for your troubles!
But you can't have Tommy.
We've both been playing dirty, Angie.
You're just mad you lost.
Now I'm gonna get my club back from Stern,
and then everything we wanted since we were in high school
is there for us to take.
You said all along that what you wanted was a life with me.
I wanted a life with Jamie.
This, you...
you're not Jamie anymore.
Time's up.
Say it to my face.
Say it to my face so that I can never deny it to myself again.
Are you Ghost?
If I were Ghost, would I answer that question?
Why does it matter?
Huh? There's nothing stoppin' us.
Nothing anymore, baby. Not Tasha, not the case.
Everything that's in the past can stay in the past.
Stop playing games. It's over.
No, that's the lawyer talking.
What do you want?
I know you want me. I know you want us.
I've been this guy all along.
If you love me, this is who you loved.
I loved you because I thought you were different.
Special.
I thought you were like me, trying to find a way out from where you came from.
This... this club,
this dream, that's what I loved.
That hasn't changed. It's still there.
Bullshit.
It's all smoke and mirrors.
Remember what you said to me?
You sell people a fantasy.
That's all that you are, a fantasy.
Fuck you, Ghost.
? I love it when ya, I am ya ?
? I'm here ?
? It's about to get a little hot and heavy ?
? You takin' all the control ?
? Good-bye, if I let go ?
? I'll erupt just like a volcano ?
? Oh, you make my body explode ?
The good people of Hamilton.
- Glad you could make it. You look nice. - Hi, how are you?
Thank you for coming.
- Thank you so much for having us. - Thank you, man.
- You like that? - Great timepiece.
- Y'all be good. - Good guy.
Dominque, make sure you take care of Hamilton. Thank you.
What's up, boss?
You got it. How we lookin'?
Killin' it, man. But we're running out of the good stuff.
- Just gonna run in the back and grab 'em. - Nah, I'll take care of it.
You keep slingin'. Make these people happy.
- All right. - Be back in a minute.
Don't move.
Drop the keys.
You picked a hell of a night for this, Shawn.
I would ask why, but I got a feeling I already know.
- Kanan. - Shut up.
What's the plan here, Shawn?
Huh?
I know you ain't got a change of clothes.
And what they don't show you in the movies
is that when you shoot somebody this close,
there's blowback.
You shoot me, blood spatters all over your shirt,
you run outta here, people will notice.
Shut up.
You ain't gonna talk your way outta this, Ghost.
You ain't gonna talk me out of it.
My dad told me that you sent him to jail.
That you set him up.
I ain't gonna lie to you. It's true.
Back then, I had big plans.
Big plans that Kanan couldn't see.
So it was either set him up for him to go away or it was...
or it was me killing him.
I wasn't gonna kill him.
When my pops died, your dad was there for me, man.
I looked up to Kanan. Hell, I needed him.
At one point in my life, I loved your pops very much.
Love? What do you know about love, hmm?
You loved my dad, but you set him up.
You love Tasha, but you been cheating on her
for fuckin' I don't know how long.
She deserves better than you.
- She deserves... - She deserves what?
- What, Shawn, you? - Yeah, me!
Fucker.
While you was out fuckin' around with Angela,
I had Tasha's back.
I held it down when you forgot all about her.
You know, you keep sayin' that we just alike, but we're not.
When I say something, I mean it.
When I say I'm gonna do something, I fuckin' do it.
Yeah, you right.
Everything you fuckin' said is right.
You are not like me.
You ain't built for this.
I always known it. I think you have as well.
But what Kanan's asking you to do, Shawn...
no real father...
should ever ask of their son.
Kanan and I chose our path.
By puttin' that gun in your hand,
he's trying to choose yours for you.
- But I could get it back, though. - You shut up.
- Drop the gun. - I said shut up!
I got the fuckin' gun now.
Now I got it, bitch.
Now I fuckin' got it, fuck nigga.
- I deserve this. - Yeah, you fuckin' deserve it.
Not just for trying to kill me, Shawn,
but for whatever it is you got goin' on with my wife.
That's why you gotta go.
You're not cut out for this.
I want you to leave.
Not just Truth. I want you to leave New York.
Get up.
Go be a better man than Kanan,
not the man he's trying to turn you into.
Go.
- Uncle G, I'm... - Go!
Greg, please, you can yell at me tomorrow.
No, we're gonna do this now.
I just... I think I finally figured it all out.
What are you talking about?
Well, I've been... I've been watching Egan, right?
And Lobos wouldn't trust that guy
to run an organization this complex.
But you know who I would trust?
I think James St. Patrick is Ghost...
and I think you have been working with him to protect Tommy Egan.
Why would you think that?
I saw you together outside your apartment a few weeks ago.
Hold on.
And you saw him at his club tonight.
You've been following me.
Yes. Oh, absolutely, Angela.
And it's a good thing that I have,
because now, finally, I can get to the truth of it all.
And it's... it's... it all makes sense.
The tip that you got from St. Patrick about the Lobos meet,
that's all part of the plan.
We put all of our attention on arresting Egan
while you and Jamie work with Proctor to get him out.
Who else would have known about the sketch, Angela?
I don't... it's up to Collins
as to what else happens to you from here on out.
God damn it, Angela.
You're right.
But not about me.
I went by his club tonight and confronted him.
He didn't deny being involved.
I've been looking into James for some time now.
I kept it to myself because I didn't want you
out on a limb backing me if all this was bullshit.
And the tip?
Part of his plan.
I thought he was a good man.
But I was wrong.
He played me just like you said.
And that's why you were crying when you left the club?
I'm an idiot.
I thought he and I were...
friends.
All right, I can get this information to Mike and Collins tonight.
We can get St. Patrick before he moves on
and, uh, we can have him testify against Lobos
if we got him dead to rights, yeah?
- Right. - Right?
Good.
But I'm not sure we have enough for a warrant.
I mean, enough for it to stick.
Maybe hindering prosecution, maybe,
but not enough for the drug charges.
Not enough to prove that he's Ghost.
I think we should build a case against him tonight.
Sit down together, see what we have.
Go to Mike tomorrow.
Okay.
Okay, Angela. Yeah, let's do that.
Ahem. Tomorrow morning.
- Together. - All right.
Tell me everything you've got on James St. Patrick.
We're gonna take him down.
You look like a movie star. Get the fuck in the car.
It's good to have you back, brother.
You came through for me.
Of course I did. Get the fuck out of here.
You didn't doubt me, did you?
Well, to be honest, you had your boy worried there for a minute.
I was getting it from all angles the whole time.
Feds can be persuasive.
Yeah, but you held it down, Tommy.
Of fucking course.
You should have seen that bitch Angela's face
when the case got tossed.
It was fucking priceless.
So what do we do now?
We got to get back to work.
Yeah, but let's save it for tomorrow.
For now, how about we get you some decent food?
Oh, hell, yeah.
- You down with that? - My man.
Mmm-mmm!
? Fight each battle ?
? Until we win this war ?
? Nobody gonna stop us ?
? Till we get there... ?
What the fuck?
? Yeah, it's ours ?
_
? I'm from the home where them boys... ?
Dre, I got our plan B.
We gonna catch Ghost tonight coming out that club.
Drive by there and spray that motherfucker like it's 1992.
I don't give a fuck who out there.
Meet me in an hour.
Where you coming from?
Truth.
I went there tonight to finish the job on Ghost.
Make you proud of me.
Take this back now.
I can tell from your clean, pretty suit you failed me again.
Yeah, well, I didn't want to disappoint you, Dad.
It turns out, the only person disappointed was me.
- Is it true? - Is what true?
Have you been using me this whole time to get revenge on Ghost?
That slick motherfucker, man.
He flipped you.
You right, Shawn. You got me.
Whatever he said, it's the truth.
- Now you know. - Now I know.
You're right, I know.
I know you a piece of shit.
I know Ghost was right to put you in jail
'cause that's where you belong.
You're not my father.
You never have been.
You're just a bitter old thug.
Ain't nothing more for you but the streets.
Where you going, kid?
I'm taking Tasha and the kids
and I'm getting the fuck out of here.
I knew you couldn't kill Ghost 'cause you're weak.
- Dad! - And if Ghost wasn't so weak,
he would have killed you his motherfucking self.
Dad!
You stupid little nigga. Look, you done fucked up.
Now you done made me fuck up.
Get the fucking phone out your hand.
Who you trying to call? You trying to call 911?
- You a rat? - No.
Who you trying to call? Trying to call Mommy?
Hmm? You wanna call Uncle G?
Go on, call him.
Well, that's the only way it go, right?
Nigga never there when you need him.
But you right about one thing.
I ain't your motherfucking daddy.
You don't deserve to be my son.
Dre, there's been a change of plans.
? When my heart aches, I'm drowning ?
? Pain won't go away ?
? And in my cups brown fills my brain ?
? Won't go away ?
? These five yellow girls all on parade ?
? Asphyxiate ?
? Still stuck in a cage trying to ply my trade ?
? Won't go away ?
? And I'm afraid ?
? Your love will blow me away ?
? Am I done? ?
? All 'cause I numb the pain ?
? Am I just another runaway? ?
? Yeah, yeah ?
? When shadows creep across my floor ?
? Won't go away ?
? You've had enough, but still want more ?
? Won't go away ?
? My engine gunning thunderbirds ?
? Asphalt wanna race ?
? Still trapped in a box trying to clear my name ?
? Won't go away ?
Sync and corrections by explosiveskull www.addic7ed.com