Power (2014) s04e05 Episode Script
Don't Thank Me
1 GHOST: Previously on Power DOJ approved the death penalty.
[brooding music.]
MARSHAL: Yeah, cameras don't work, son.
You know, we lost an inmate last year just like this.
So if you rat me out as Ghost, then I'll spill what I know about you.
Your tuition check for this quarter was returned by the bank.
Insufficient funds.
This establishment is closed until further notice.
KEISHA: The hell are you talking about? You can't shut me down.
Yo, Julio, hit me back.
Truth got shut down, man.
- Trust me.
- TOMMY: Trust you? - You're Ghost's lawyer.
- Yeah, I'm yours too.
Your duties of loyalty and confidentiality to both of your clients are clearly compromised.
I'm not your attorney anymore.
Everything he's done, he did for you.
It's not his gun, Angela.
And if it's not his gun, what does that say about the rest of your case? ANGELA: He didn't hide the gun.
Holy shit.
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 Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it [energetic hip-hop music.]
[energetic hip-hop music over headphones.]
Seriously? I said I'd try to keep up.
I tried.
[speaking Spanish.]
[speaking Spanish.]
I just want to run.
[speaking Spanish.]
I think Jamie's innocent.
Oh, my God.
I know, I got no information, and I kind of just No.
I can't believe you think he's innocent.
After everything he put you through, - you still got feelings for him.
- Feelings? I'm still angry at him.
He still made me a fool and broke my heart.
[speaking Spanish.]
[speaking Spanish.]
No.
[speaking Spanish.]
Could have major consequences, not only for me, but for my entire task force.
[speaking Spanish.]
I can't let him die for something he didn't do.
[sighs.]
[somber music.]
[speaking Spanish.]
If he's innocent.
James, I get that you're scared.
I'm not scared.
I'm fucking angry.
I'm angry that the lawyer I trusted just got disqualified.
I'm angry that I'm standing here with you wondering if you ready for this shit.
You didn't pick me, I get it, but you need to get over that shit.
And you need to do it pretty goddamn quickly, because if we can't trust each other, I am no good to you and I'm the nigga standing between you and a needle.
Now, tomorrow is your asset forfeiture hearing.
In front of the judge, the prosecution is going to present whatever it is they found in your financials that they believe links you to this crime.
Any idea what that might be? Just like with the gun, I didn't do it, so there's no evidence for prosecution to find to prove that I did.
And Tasha runs our finances.
But I can tell you, there's nothing they'll find there.
Okay, well, there's one more possibility.
A RICO case, uh, enterprise corruption.
But that only plays if you actually have a criminal enterprise.
If the business that you shared with Thomas Egan was completely legit, we don't have anything to worry about.
[tense music.]
Do we have anything to worry about? No.
Mike, may I have a word? Yeah, sure.
What's up? I reviewed the surveillance tapes from Truth.
Nowhere on there does it show James St.
Patrick hide the gun.
Look, if James had placed the gun behind the bar, the tapes would have shown him going to the bar area, but he never does, not once.
I think he may be innocent.
[tense music.]
Valdes, the defense already won their motion to suppress the gun.
What does trotting out the speculation about surveillance tapes to Judge Tapper - do for us to win this case? - It's the truth.
I want justice for Greg's murder, but if St.
Patrick didn't do it He did it, Angela.
I thought so too, Mike, but now, how can you be so sure? We should take this to Mak.
At minimum, the tapes are exculpatory and should be presented to the defense.
These tapes are out, period.
We're not risking what chance we have at winning this case on speculation.
Ah, buenos dÃas, my Latino brethren.
Today is a good day.
The decision to free St.
Patrick's finances bore fruit.
A seven-figure check written from one Thomas Patrick Egan to St.
Patrick's nightclub, Truth, after they supposedly severed their business partnership.
MAK: We don't know what it's for, but the payment could have been for killing Greg.
This could have been a murder-for-hire.
This is great work, Coop.
Oh, I know.
If St.
Patrick was using the nightclub business to hide a murder-for-hire payment, we could argue the whole company is corrupt.
- A RICO case.
- SAXE: Exactly.
And once Judge Tapper hears about this, we have a whole other way to nail St.
Patrick.
[breathing heavily.]
Hey, Marshall, it was a damn shame to hear about your transfer.
Danbury's pretty drafty this time of year, ain't it? How the fuck you know about that? You know how it works around here.
If there's information out there to be had, somebody's gonna cough it up.
I ain't got shit to say to you, convict.
And what if the topic was James St.
Patrick? Would you have something to say then? [dark music.]
We all know he ain't your favorite convict here.
He and that lawyer, they got money.
They probably know people, right? I'm guessing they got you booted out of here.
Now, how would you like to get rid of him? Why did they kick Proctor off the case? They argued that his relationship with Tommy Egan compromised his judgment when it came to your husband's case.
[sighs.]
From what I saw, Mrs.
St.
Patrick, they weren't wrong.
You may be in better hands with me.
I see.
They've scheduled the hearing for tomorrow.
And normally this wouldn't come up until trial, but everything with this case has been accelerated.
I talked to James.
He doesn't seem to think there's anything that can be linked to criminal activity, but I have to ask, is that true? Absolutely.
Sometimes I get the feeling that James isn't being completely honest with me.
He doesn't trust me, but you do, don't you? [scoffs.]
Look, I don't know what you're getting at, but, like, I said, there's nothing, okay? We've always done everything on the up-and-up.
Good.
I may need to put you on the stand to corroborate, just in case.
Wait, I have to testify? It's either you or James.
Well, isn't that a risk for me? Putting you on the stand waives spousal privilege, it's true.
They will cross-examine you.
But if there's really nothing criminal about the family finances, we've got nothing to worry about.
Hey, it's an asset hearing.
I'll make sure the prosecution stays on task.
I don't know if I can do this.
[solemn music.]
I haven't known you a very long time, Mrs.
St.
Patrick, but I'm pretty sure that if you put your mind to it, you can do anything.
KILO KISH: I can get you high baby I don't need a plane you should hurry up and buy 'Cause we selling everything I'm the dopeman I'm the dopeman get with the program, get with the program Impressive.
[soft laugh.]
You like that? Yeah, look at you, rolling that blunt.
Most of the girls I've been with don't even know how to roll they hair.
In that case, how do you roll a blunt, white boy? [laughs.]
Don't y'all usually use bongs and shit? Yeah.
Us white boys we use bongs.
Big ole bongs like this.
- Let me see.
- This bong here.
- [laughs.]
- You like that? Clear it out.
Suck that smoke down.
[chuckling.]
Crazy.
Here.
Yo, on the real, Tommy, the shop.
What's going on? I can't imagine losing something I built.
I ain't gonna lie to you, 'Keisha, it's bad.
And I know it's probably hard to trust me right now.
I'm staying cool.
I just need you to stay cool too.
All right, Tasha knows what she doing.
And things gonna go back to the way they was.
I promise.
[tender music.]
[phone buzzes.]
- Mm.
- Mm.
- [soft groan.]
- [soft laugh.]
You know this shit is new to me, right? Getting the good guy that I can talk real shit to - and kick it with.
- [text message swoops.]
What happened between you and Holly? [tense music.]
I know you said she's not coming back, so I just don't want to make the same mistake that she did.
I'm sorry, you say something? Nah.
[distant horn honking.]
Ow, what the fuck? When were you gonna tell me you got kicked off Ghost's case? You're gonna break my arm.
I don't give a fuck.
Is this about what we did with that guy from Homeland? For Christ sake, no.
Let me go! [pained groan.]
What about the goddamn nightclubs? And the weave shop? They put chains on them! And now I'm hearing Tasha might have to testify.
Some asset fortified hearing? It's an asset forfeiture hearing.
Silver really doesn't have a choice.
If Tasha was running the family books, then she would need to get on the stand and verify any activity.
There's nothing wrong with that.
Tasha's as involved as the rest of us.
The weave shop that she's been managing, it's being used to clean my money.
How the fuck am I just hearing about this now? Because it was need-to-know, and until now, you didn't need to know.
This whole time, Tasha actually is an accomplice.
That's what you're telling me? So the freezing of the assets, the weave shop, they're barking up the right tree? Does LaKeisha Grant know? Yeah.
And that's why you were telling me to keep the Feds away from her.
Why wouldn't you tell me she was implicated? Because it was too late.
There's no way to know if they found something until the hearing.
Silver puts Tasha on the stand thinking it's all good, and if the prosecutors know about the drug money in the weave shop, she's toast.
All of you are.
I have to go.
Fuck, man.
[phone buzzing.]
[sighs.]
'Sup, Petar? PETAR: You tell me.
I'm gathering updates as we speak.
Hey, that's good.
Do we have any? Chicago's losing their patience.
No, not yet, but trust me, the clubs will be open soon and our stuff will be flowing in no time.
Okay, that sounds great to me, but, uh, Chicago, they need answers soon.
[clicks phone.]
[muffled indistinct chatter.]
[tense music.]
My, my, if looks could kill.
Oops.
Too soon? Are they treating you right? You know, I've personally never been to prison, but the stories I've Simon, I don't have time for this.
You know, I, for one, don't believe you did it, even though everyone is saying you did, but not me.
I'd like to think you're not capable of such atrocities.
- You're right, I'm innocent.
- That's the spirit, James.
You must keep your mind focused on the case, not about things on the outside, like your financial situation, for example.
I heard about the freezing of your assets.
It's heartbreaking.
How do they expect your family to live? I'd like to float you a marker until this whole mess is over.
See, I-I was thinking I'll save you the trouble.
I won't accept your money.
Businessmen have spats all the time, James.
You get in our tax bracket, you're bound to bump heads.
But we still look out for each other.
Now, please, consider my offer for a little financial assistance.
No.
I don't want or need your money.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd rather be in my cell.
Good-bye, Simon Stern.
James [dark music .]
PROCTOR: Are you enjoying your lunch? It's fine.
But I'm surprised you're free this afternoon.
You never have time to eat with me, 'cause you're always rushing out to work.
Well, there's something I need to tell you.
They said I messed up a few things at work.
And because of it, I'm not gonna be working that big case anymore.
But it means we'll have a lot more time to hang out and stuff.
That's good, right? Were you messing up because I'm staying with you now? No, sweetheart.
Absolutely not.
Oh, my God, Elisa Marie, you staying with me is the best thing in my life.
Okay? ANGELA: Who's this? AUSA Valdes, my daughter and I would like to continue our meal uninterrupted, so Joe, we have to talk.
Please? Daddy, it's okay.
You're the boss.
Be right back, okay? - ELISA MARIE: Okay.
- Don't drink my coffee.
[indistinct chatter.]
I watched the surveillance tapes from Truth.
You were right.
No.
James was right.
But you were too fucking busy arresting him and disqualifying me to see it.
Help me fix this.
I've already taken it to my office and they Yeah, and let me guess.
Those fucking assholes told you to leave it alone, right? [scoffs.]
And and I'm supposed to be the dirty lawyer.
Look, they know if they present this to the judge, it's gonna draw suspicion on the prosecution.
If James didn't put the gun there, they did.
I can't accuse my office of a frame job unless I know everything about Jamie's involvement in all of this.
[tense music.]
Look, if you really want to help him, you need to talk to him directly.
I could call Silver now.
Thank you.
[scoffs.]
Yeah fucking right.
Damn.
This red one is nice.
It's nice, but red is too bright.
You know, if I'ma be testifying, I need to be in something more subdued, serious.
This actually is life and death.
I guess I just gotta pick one of these and take the rest of them back.
You know I paid cash.
Girl, don't even sweat that.
You know I got my tag gun on ready.
[both laugh.]
You would do that.
I do it, all the time.
Can't believe you gotta testify.
Might need to testify.
Silver isn't sure yet.
But Tommy talked to Proctor.
If Silver wants me to testify, it would mean I would have to tell him everything, about us, about the weave shop, everything.
You trust Silver? I don't know.
I mean [phone chimes.]
I don't know if he would work as hard to help Ghost if he knew the truth about all of us.
[sighs.]
Who did you want that to be? Nobody.
Uh? Mm-hmm.
- A man? - [laughs.]
Girl, you out here getting your back blown out and didn't even tell me? Yeah, but it's more than that.
I caught feelings, which was stupid.
And I don't think he feel the same way.
Well, first off, any nigga not smart enough to know how lucky he is to be with you, he ain't worth your goddamn time.
Well, I appreciate that, but I never dated a white boy before.
Maybe they different.
Wait-wait, wait-wait.
You're dating a white boy? - [laughs.]
- [scoffs.]
I never thought I'd see the day.
Me either, but he ain't no cornball.
He got flavor.
Only white boy I know like that is Tommy.
And he only dates redheads.
Which one of these black dresses you gonna wear? The honest truth, Jamie.
No more bullshit.
The fingerprints left on Greg's window, did you leave them there or were they planted too? [distant clanking.]
I was there.
Damn it, Jamie.
When Greg pulled me over, he told me he had evidence pointing to you as the mole.
I went to his apartment to look for it, to protect you.
I'm being framed for all of this.
How can you expect me to believe anything you say now? Because when I was in the apartment, you came in, looking for Greg.
I was hiding in the bathroom.
You asked him how it went with MJ? How does this prove you're being framed? Angela, when I looked in the drawer, that phone wasn't there.
The mole planted the phone, and I think the mole killed Greg.
Or Greg could have brought the phone home with him and put it in the drawer before he died.
Damn it, Angela, are you listening to me? The DNA, the planted gun.
Come on, there's gotta be some part of you that knows that I didn't do this, Otherwise, why would you be sitting here right now? Miss Valdes, what can you do for us? [tense music.]
In the asset forfeiture hearing, Mak and Mike are gonna argue to the judge that a seven-figure check found in your accounts from Tommy is payment for Greg's murder.
It's bullshit.
Maybe, but to them, a check insinuates collusion.
Collusion means organization, and that is a straight line to a RICO case.
Miss Valdes, would you excuse us? I need to speak with my client.
Yes, of course.
[door clanks open.]
SILVER: James? I'm gonna need you to be completely honest with me right now.
This check, is it anything that could support a RICO case? It was a loan.
I used the money to pay my former security firm that has since been terminated.
Simply a loan.
It's the truth.
Okay, you mentioned earlier that Tasha manages the money.
Can she testify to that? Is that our only option? My wife on the stand? Only? No.
But I have to say, it may be our best.
[brooding music.]
[Falcons' "Aquafina".]
[both moaning.]
GOLDLINK: Yeah word to motha, blukka blukka I bust a nigga, owe me money then I owe you bullets Cock and pull it bitch I move it That cocaÃna, that Aquafina Yeah that water with my bitch Nina Yeah she a keeper See I just turned 21 [phone beeps.]
- And ain't shit changed - [moaning.]
[phone beeps.]
I take my bitch and cruise cruise down the road to fame Got my name up and all the hoes - [moaning.]
- [phone beeps.]
Fuck.
What the fuck's Cristobal telling people I'm giving him extra weight for? He's been around a lot lately, talking to Dre.
Saw them together at the club the other night.
At Truth? Yeah, I'm gonna be working at this hole-in-the-wall spot Dre's setting up for some party.
Do you want me to keep an eye out for anything? No, mama, don't worry about it.
I'll take care of it.
GOLDLINK: Word to motha blukka blukka I bust a nigga, owe me money then I owe you bullets [sighs.]
[ball thwacks.]
Yo.
Gotta be aware of your surroundings.
You don't want no one sneaking up on you.
[scoffs.]
I heard you coming.
Stop lying.
Yo, I like this gear, man.
Where'd you get it? Cashmere.
It's fresh, right? Yeah.
Your mom get it for you? Nah, I saw it, liked it, and I bought it.
How you got money like that? Just some cash I saved up.
You know, everybody saying I'm the man of the house now, so I ain't want to bother Mom for it.
Stepping up, all right.
Everything else all right with you? Yo, Uncle T, can I ask you something? Yeah.
What's up? How old were you when you first had sex? Why you asking? Oh, no I was just wondering.
Tariq, did you hit some girl? What? Yo.
When did this happen? Few days ago.
I thought me and your dad said come talk to us first.
Well, Dad's not here, and it kind of just happened.
Well, tell me about it.
If you want to, I mean.
I mean, where were you? A party.
TOMMY: You strap up? Oh, yeah.
Hell yeah.
Good.
All right, my man.
Tariq, always strap up, no matter what.
TARIQ: Yeah, I know.
Who the hell did you go to this party with? Dre took me.
- Oh.
- TARIQ: He was there with me.
Uncle Tommy, can we keep this between me and you? Yeah.
[soft dramatic music.]
No doubt.
Well, hurry up.
You gotta get ready for court.
Terry, I need to talk to you before I go up there.
There's something you need to know.
I'm sorry, Mrs.
St.
Patrick, it'll have to wait.
SILVER: Trust me, everything's gonna be fine.
[handcuffs click.]
MAK: Good afternoon, Your Honor.
Upon reviewing Mr.
St.
Patrick's finances, a discovery has been made.
We'd like to enter into evidence a check written by Thomas Egan to Mr.
St.
Patrick's nightclub Truth, which we believe is payment for the murder of FBI Agent Greg Knox.
The defense has spoken to the long-standing friendship between Mr.
Egan and Mr.
St.
Patrick.
How do we know this isn't just a loan being paid off between pals? For one, Mr.
St.
Patrick's own statements that their business relationship had concluded at Mr.
St.
Patrick's behest several weeks prior.
And the other, the amount, Your Honor.
Seven figures.
Must be one hell of a loan.
Mr.
Silver, those are some very compelling points.
You have anything you want to say to dispute them? Yes, Your Honor.
We'd like to present a witness.
I'd like to call James St.
Patrick to the sand.
[dramatic music.]
BAILIFF: You swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth so help you God? I do.
Mr.
St.
Patrick, are you aware of the check the prosecution cited? Well, yeah.
I don't know where you grew up, but when somebody gives you a check for seven figures, you tend to remember That's a lot of zeroes.
SILVER: Can you explain the purpose of the check? Yes, the check was a loan to pay a security firm that I hired some time back to secure my three nightclubs.
And why did you need to go to your friend Tommy Egan for this? I mean, you're a successful businessman.
You have three nightclubs.
Why not a bank? Tommy's my friend.
I was in negotiations with the Bassett Hotel Group at the time.
I'd invested all of my liquid money with them, so I needed the immediate cash.
I'm sure that put your family in a pretty tough spot.
It did.
As a father, uh, it keeps you up at night, hoping that you're providing everything for your children.
That's why I'm fighting so hard to get back to them, back home.
When Mr.
Mak comes up here to question you, he's going to say that you were desperate for money.
Lucky for you, your friend Tommy Egan had that money, but he did need something in return.
He needed you to kill Agent Knox.
Which absolutely couldn't be further from the truth.
I get it.
Where I grew up, Southside Jamaica, Queens, people think as a young black man that you're given one coin with two sides, Your Honor.
Death or jail.
Fortunately for me, I'm living proof that it can go another way.
Tommy's loan was simply that, a loan.
No quid pro quo.
No strings attached.
I'm a businessman.
I'm a husband, a father, and a friend.
Nothing more, nothing less.
No further questions, Your Honor.
All right, you may step down, Mr.
St.
Patrick.
We will take a 30-minute recess.
[gavel knocks.]
[brooding music.]
It was bad, but we still have the upper hand here.
By putting St.
Patrick on the stand, Silver's made him fair game.
This is our chance.
I agree.
And I know how to get him.
STERN: Tasha St.
Patrick.
I'm so sorry to see you under these circumstances, but you look wonderful.
Thank you, Simon Stern.
It's good to see you.
How's the single life treating you? Splendidly.
You'd be surprised how energized you feel when you're free.
Speaking of freedom, such a shame an innocent man is being railroaded.
Mm.
Well, that's nice to hear, but James has plenty of support.
Oh, of course.
I saw your beautiful family.
I also heard about financial issues you're facing.
The last thing we want to see is this unfortunate case beginning to affect your children.
Let me help.
That's nice of you, but we're good.
Thanks.
Now, if you'll excuse me Mrs.
St.
Patrick, if you change your mind, give me a call.
[hip-hop music.]
- Yo, Dre.
- TOMMY: It was supposed to be a one-off thing to get their shipment in.
And you telling me that you want to open it back up again? DRE: I mean, I figured it worked well last time with the club being locked down.
We need to make some money somehow, so supplement the loss.
I like it.
Smart thinking, Dre.
This time I need it to be more underground, word of mouth.
I mean, it can't be permanent.
Can't be selling product here.
In case anything happens, we can just pack it all up, - get the fuck out of Dodge.
- I'm way ahead of you.
I was thinking if we don't want to move the weight in here, then we open the courier system, sell the drugs that way.
Club, it offered us protection.
We hide in plain sight.
This place is risky.
And what about the women? How do we know they're not going to say anything about what's going on? - [soft laugh.]
- Huh? And where is fucking security? We don't need to worry about security.
Niggas gonna be way too focused on getting ass to start some shit.
My guys can vouch for each one of these girls.
They ain't got big mouths.
They just want to be where the ballers at.
TOMMY: So what you think? That something Chicago could get on board with? Yeah, I will call and confirm with them.
[mock Serbian accent.]
Good, you call and confirm with them.
[all chuckling.]
Yo, man, look at you.
Corner boy to entrepreneur.
- Yes, sir.
- Not bad.
I wish I could say the same about what you did with Tariq.
What the fuck was you thinking taking him to a party? What are you talking about? You keep playing stupid, I'll break your face.
Tariq told me that you took him to a party and he fucked some girl.
Wait, he fucked some girl? I dropped him off at his friend's house.
I ain't take him to no party, man.
I don't know what Tariq's talking about.
- So you're saying he lying? - I'm not saying anything.
I'm just saying I never took him to a party.
Look, anything happening with Tariq, hell, the whole the family, you run it by me first.
Make sure this shit goes off without a hitch.
MAN: Niggas talk about me but they know I live it MIKE: Mr.
St.
Patrick, earlier you stated that Thomas Egan was a close friend, that he'd do anything to help you in your time of need.
Within rea And in turn you'd do anything for him.
Like going to Agent Knox's apartment.
Right? I didn't go to Agent Knox's apartment.
MIKE: But your fingerprints are there.
It's a rookie mistake.
But after all, you're a businessman, not a contract killer.
You made a deal.
You had to uphold your end of your deal with your friend, you had to kill Agent Knox.
Objection, Your Honor, badgering the witness.
Your Honor, Mr.
Silver knew the risk of putting his client on the stand before he did it.
Oh, he's got you there, Mr.
Silver.
Overruled.
I'm sure there was a part of you hoping you didn't have to kill him, but then you saw it, that look in his eyes when he realized why you were really there.
- You pulled out your gun - Your Honor MIKE: You hadn't committed a crime yet.
You could walk away and no one would ever know.
Except Knox would know, wouldn't he? He'd know what you were.
[tense music.]
Tommy Egan's henchman, a criminal, a killer.
I'm not a killer.
He didn't know what was at stake for you, who you were protecting, who paid for you to be there with the check we found.
When Knox went for your gun, you had to shoot him.
Isn't that right, Mr.
St.
Patrick? I didn't shoot anyone.
And when he didn't die right away, when he held his hand out to beg you to stop, you didn't have a choice.
There was no going back.
In cold blood, you shot Agent Knox again.
You saw his lifeless body laying on the ground, and you panicked.
So you climbed out the window and left your fingerprints behind, isn't that right? I didn't kill Agent Knox and, I repeat, I wasn't there.
But your fingerprints are in his apartment, Mr.
St.
Patrick.
How can we believe you? Your Honor, we know what, a murder.
We know who, the defendant.
We know where and when.
And now [sliding paper.]
We know why, because you were paid, Mr.
St.
Patrick.
Because a good businessman always holds up his end of the deal.
I didn't kill Greg! SILVER: Your Honor, this speculative rant by the prosecution has no bearing on the matter at hand and should be stricken from the record.
No further questions, Your Honor.
Although, I am curious, how does the defendant know the victim well enough to call him "Greg"? - SILVER: Your Honor - Withdrawn.
[dark music.]
TAPPER: Mr.
St.
Patrick, you can step down.
And if the defense has no further witnesses, I will make my ruling on the check being admitted into evidence tomorrow morning.
- Good job.
- TAPPER: In the meantime, Mr.
St.
Patrick will be returned to the MCC.
[gavel knocks.]
[handcuffs clicking.]
Where were you in there? Isn't it your fucking job to make sure that that doesn't happen? You let him call me a fucking murderer in front of my family? We knew this was a possibility with you on the stand.
We took a swing and we missed.
All we can do now is prepare for the realities of trial.
I'll be bringing on some more associates from my firm to help assist with the case.
Yeah, well, let's hope they're better than you.
SILVER: We'll need forensic experts to conduct tests and testify, private investigators to find all of the evidence that the FBI chose to ignore.
All of this costs money.
I don't think I can afford it.
You're gonna have to find a way.
The media attention is also going to increase.
Right now, the Feds think that they have a cop-killer on the ropes, and they are going to increase the pressure on your family until all of this is over with.
And we're gonna have to lean on them, especially as character witnesses for the penalty phase, if the jury does, in fact, convict.
[somber music.]
You think we can win? [brooding music.]
What's your rush, killer? I just want to get back to my cell.
Get back to your cell, huh? Must have been a hard day in court, sitting there with your little niglets, watching they daddy get told how he ain't nothing but a murdering piece of shit.
You ain't gotta talk to me like that, man.
And your beautiful wife, wow.
It ain't gonna take long for her to find another nigga to come dig that pussy out.
Maybe even a nigga with a badge.
Think she might come up to Danbury, give a nigga a visit? That'd be something, wouldn't it? Your wife and kids calling me "Daddy.
" [suspenseful music.]
[ grunting .]
- [nightstick clatters.]
- [punches landing.]
[grunting.]
[pained grunting.]
- [blow lands.]
- [grunts.]
[dark music.]
[grunting.]
[screams.]
[flesh squishing.]
[door clanks open.]
[pen clatters.]
- [knife flicks.]
- [flick echoes.]
[grunts.]
[both straining.]
[both grunting.]
Teresi, what are you doing? Sorry, kid.
- Change of plans.
- [choking.]
[choking and screaming.]
[gasping.]
- [strained gasps.]
- That's it.
[choking.]
There you go.
Take your clothes off.
[panting.]
Take your fucking clothes off now! [suspenseful music.]
We're gonna make this look like a suicide.
They fought.
This kid killed him, and realized what he did, and he didn't want to take the death penalty.
Now, switch clothes with him.
[door creaks open.]
[door closes.]
How'd it go in court? Not well.
I thought you were going to your bosses with the information you got.
I did.
They chose to ignore it.
If this case goes to trial, Jamie's gonna get the death penalty.
[solemn music.]
You did what you could.
It's out of your hands now.
[speaking Spanish.]
This is AUSA Angela Valdes.
We need to talk.
TASHA: I have to go back to court today.
It didn't go well.
Tommy, we're staring at a mountain of shit, and it includes all of us.
Which is why I need to know if you're fucking LaKeisha.
What? No.
Bullshit.
I ain't stupid.
I know you two.
She going on and on about this white boy who's hitting it right.
I know it was you.
When did it happen? Tell me the truth, Tommy.
[exhales.]
She said I was hitting it right? When that Milan shit popped off.
He saw LaKeisha as a problem and solving it meant one thing.
So instead, I stashed her away.
I didn't plan on hitting it, it just happened.
TASHA: Mm-hmm.
A bunch of times.
I guess I should thank you for saving my girl's life behind my back.
But God damn, not for breaking her off.
Now she's all into you.
And it's clear as day, you ain't feeling her like that.
I thought you were really into Holly.
I know you broke up, but I thought you'd at least try to find her after I told you she was pregnant.
Holly ain't coming back, Tasha.
Ever.
We didn't break up.
She didn't run away.
[solemn music.]
She dead.
[breathing shakily.]
Dead? What the hell happened? Lobos wanted me to kill Ghost, and I couldn't do it.
So Holly went ahead and tried to do it herself.
[scoffs.]
I-I fucked up.
I didn't know about the baby.
I never would have put hands on her if I knew.
I thought she killed Ghost.
I thought Ghost was dead.
I understand if you want me to get out.
I want me to get out.
I just I can't get away from myself.
I understand why you did what you did.
We're a family, and we protect each other.
Thank you.
LaKeisha wants something from me that I can't give her.
I don't think I can give that to anyone again.
But you still need to protect the family, Tommy.
You can't let her down.
You can't let me down.
We cannot predict what she'll do if you walk away and break her heart.
And you know I'm right.
What the fuck do we do if she talks? I mean, I know she your girl, so you know I got you.
[softly.]
I know.
You sure you don't know what this is about? No idea.
Where's Angela? Mr.
Silver, court is on the record.
I have received your motion to dismiss.
- Call your first witness.
- Thank you, Your Honor.
The defense would like to call AUSA Angela Valdes to the stand.
Your Honor, we have to strongly object.
You can't allow AUSA Valdes to testify.
She's a prosecutor on this case.
SILVER: Your Honor, AUSA Valdes is going to testify to a repeated pattern of prosecutorial misconduct throughout this case, due to institutional bias against Mr.
St.
Patrick.
I'd say, as a prosecutor on the case, she is uniquely qualified to provide testimony as a material witness.
Well, I'd like to hear what she has to say.
[tense music.]
BAILIFF: Do you swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth so help you God? I do.
The court already knows about the prosecution's failure to present knowledge of the traffic stop between Agent Knox and Mr.
St.
Patrick.
Apparently now there's a A surveillance video that's exculpatory for my client? The surveillance footage from Truth nightclub from the night of Greg's murder until the arrest of Mr.
St.
Patrick doesn't show him or anyone else placing the murder weapon in the location that it was found.
It is clearly exculpatory.
SILVER: Clearly.
And to whom did you report this information about the surveillance video? Mike Sandoval.
SILVER: And how did Mr.
Sandoval respond? That he wasn't going to turn the tapes over to you because it shone a bad light on the prosecution.
I also reported doubts about Mr.
St.
Patrick's guilt to John Mak, who, in turn, ensured that I was formally kept out of strategy on the case.
Do you now believe that my client is innocent of killing Agent Knox? Yes, I do.
I was wrong.
I have to do what I can to make things right.
Even if it means facing suspension or termination? Yes.
SILVER: No further questions, Your Honor.
[dark music.]
MAK: So, Miss Valdes, you're testifying to prosecutorial misconduct.
I'm just curious why you're not including yourself on that list? I violated no Brady Rules while working this case.
Oh, I'm not talking about this case.
I'm talking about your personal relationship with the defendant, your sexual relationship, and how it led to him stealing evidence from your home and afforded him access to classified information about Felipe Lobos, including the fact that he was still alive.
Miss Valdes, is all of this true? Miss Valdes, I asked you a question.
It's true, Your Honor.
Your Honor, AUSA Cooper Saxe has just brought to my attention that after speaking to the CSI tech that coded Mr.
St.
Patrick's fingerprints, it appears that Miss Valdes admitted those into evidence 24 hours later than he originally stated in his report.
Your Honor, I can't deny what John is saying It's I've heard enough.
The allegations suggested today are the most egregious that I have ever heard.
Your blatant disregard for the oath you took as an officer of the court is appalling.
- Thank you, Your Honor.
- I am not finished, Mr.
Mak.
You and Mr.
Sandoval, you stand there, pointing your finger at Miss Valdes, but you failed to acknowledge that all of these lapses in judgment happened on your watch! Is what she said true? Your Honor, it is Mr.
Silver the prosecution's willful misconduct was improper and conducted in bad faith.
I see no alternative but to dismiss the charges against the defendant.
[electronic soul music.]
TAPPER: Mr.
Mak, Mr.
Sandoval, I will be recommending to Main Justice that all of the members of this prosecution be suspended pending an investigation.
Mr.
St.
Patrick.
Your Honor.
You will be processed out of the system with this court's apologies.
If you are guilty of this or any other crime, I hope a more professional prosecution team will bring you to justice in the future.
But for now, sir, you can go home.
[gavel knocks.]
[soft cry.]
Thank you, Angela.
Don't thank me, Jamie.
You didn't do this one.
Maybe you didn't do this crime, but we both know you're not innocent.
[The Miracles' "Ooh Baby Baby" playing.]
SMOKEY: Ooh, la la la la [cell phone buzzes.]
I did you wrong My heart went out to play [phone buzzes.]
But in the game I lost you What a price to pay Ooh Baby baby Yo, Grim, I'ma need a new clean ride.
[club music playing.]
[indistinct chatter.]
Place is a little dusty, but the bitches ain't bad.
[muffled club music continues.]
The fuck you want, nigga? There.
Take it.
That's the final payment.
From this point forward, everything stops with Tariq.
What the fuck makes you think everything stops? Because Tariq is in over his head.
He ain't like us.
He ain't from where we from.
And the shit you got him involved with is changing him.
He's lying and And if I can see it, you best believe Tommy and Tasha will.
Kanan, you got back in this because you want what's yours, right? Well, what's yours can still be had.
How? Because Milan's dead and I'm in.
With Milan being dead, your path back to the top is wide open.
And I want to help you, Kanan.
In fact, I need you.
[phone buzzes.]
Keep talking, nigga.
[club music playing.]
[indistinct chatter.]
[suspenseful music.]
[tense music.]
[elevator chimes.]
[elevator whirring.]
Bet you feel like you did something noble today.
[elevator chimes.]
[tense music.]
All you did was free a killer.
Maybe.
But not Greg's killer.
I'll find out whoever murdered Greg and bring them down no matter what.
[speaking Spanish.]
We're not out of the dark completely.
The judge threw out all the charges, but he did so without prejudice, which leaves the door open for future prosecution.
But, frankly, they played their hand and they came up empty.
James is currently in processing.
Shouldn't take more than a few hours before he's a free man.
[exhales.]
I can't believe it.
Thank you, Terry.
I mean, you You saved our family.
- SILVER: [soft laugh.]
- I'll never forget that.
Thank you.
Just doing my job.
The next step will be for them to reverse the freezing of the assets - Okay.
- And allow you guys to open back up for business.
With your family taking such a hit financially, I would advise in some way you getting a floater, until things return back to normal.
If you need anything, uh advice, anything, give me a call, please.
Okay.
Oh, I meant to ask.
In court yesterday, what were you gonna tell me before your husband took the stand? Nothing.
[soft laugh.]
Good night, Terry.
Good night, Tasha.
[elevator chimes.]
[ keys clacking .]
[sniffles.]
Yes.
I'd like to speak to Simon Stern, please.
[door creaks open.]
[ominous music.]
Yo, Slim, you here yet? [tense music.]
Oh, what's up? What you doing here? BLACK GRIMACE: Clean enough? This ride should get you to Chicago.
[keys jingle.]
Keep my phone, all right? And make sure it stays on.
What if something happens? How we supposed to reach you? You're not.
[engine turns over.]
[taps on door.]
[distant buzzing, clanking.]
I, uh I want you to give this to Tommy Egan.
Have him call me.
That's the second time you asked about Tommy Egan.
Why you want to talk to him so bad, huh? What is it with you and him? 'Cause I know you inside too long to know us.
What, you know his father or something? You could say something like that.
[brooding music.]
You give him that fucking phone, all right? Or else what really happened to Marshal Williams is gonna become public information.
And you're gonna end up right back in here with the rest of us.
MAN: Teresi.
Let's go, St.
Patrick.
[door creaks shut.]
'Riq.
Where you at? [suspenseful music.]
[phone chiming.]
You looking for someone? [phone chiming.]
Where's Tariq? He's fine for now.
And you heard about Ghost, right? He's a free man.
He'll be back at home in a minute with easy access to his money.
Our plan is right back on track.
So you got the kid? You damn right I got him.
Just like we said from the beginning, we gonna get the money from Ghost for holding his son.
And then we gonna kill 'em both.
You good with that, right? So what you need me to do? YOUNG BUCK: If you ain't tryna pay what I'm charging All I see is dead people I'm not doing no arguing No deals I ain't giving no bargains My Glock 9 gives you 16 ways to die Choose one, give it to you how you want it My 45 gives you 32 ways to die Choose one and shoot 'em up Bang, bang, shit we still on it, nigga LLOYD BANKS: Every day a star's rising There ain't no love here but your heart's tied in Soul's slipping, sparks flying Masterpieces is an art dying Crime release we break apart lying Man down, the park's crying Tears of joy heal a real McCoy Bury your worries, don't wonder who rides for you Know yourself relax and study Blood in your uniform no rest, keep moving on Anybody who do you wrong wrong turn, it's on YOUNG BUCK: Somebody chain got took Somebody life got lost Somebody water not working somebody lights cut off I watched my partner OD in '03 in front of me Took the plea went on a spree damn near done the whole key Paranoid, nose dirty, 'bout to go for them 30 You keep saying he's hurting now all his homeys is worried Second-guessing this gangster they don't know what he said They don't know what he told but now you know that he dead YOUNG BUCK: All I see is dead people Come through the hood nigga starving If you ain't tryna pay what I'm charging All I see is dead people I'm not doing no arguing No deals I ain't giving no bargains My Glock 9 gives you 16 ways to die
[brooding music.]
MARSHAL: Yeah, cameras don't work, son.
You know, we lost an inmate last year just like this.
So if you rat me out as Ghost, then I'll spill what I know about you.
Your tuition check for this quarter was returned by the bank.
Insufficient funds.
This establishment is closed until further notice.
KEISHA: The hell are you talking about? You can't shut me down.
Yo, Julio, hit me back.
Truth got shut down, man.
- Trust me.
- TOMMY: Trust you? - You're Ghost's lawyer.
- Yeah, I'm yours too.
Your duties of loyalty and confidentiality to both of your clients are clearly compromised.
I'm not your attorney anymore.
Everything he's done, he did for you.
It's not his gun, Angela.
And if it's not his gun, what does that say about the rest of your case? ANGELA: He didn't hide the gun.
Holy shit.
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 Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it [energetic hip-hop music.]
[energetic hip-hop music over headphones.]
Seriously? I said I'd try to keep up.
I tried.
[speaking Spanish.]
[speaking Spanish.]
I just want to run.
[speaking Spanish.]
I think Jamie's innocent.
Oh, my God.
I know, I got no information, and I kind of just No.
I can't believe you think he's innocent.
After everything he put you through, - you still got feelings for him.
- Feelings? I'm still angry at him.
He still made me a fool and broke my heart.
[speaking Spanish.]
[speaking Spanish.]
No.
[speaking Spanish.]
Could have major consequences, not only for me, but for my entire task force.
[speaking Spanish.]
I can't let him die for something he didn't do.
[sighs.]
[somber music.]
[speaking Spanish.]
If he's innocent.
James, I get that you're scared.
I'm not scared.
I'm fucking angry.
I'm angry that the lawyer I trusted just got disqualified.
I'm angry that I'm standing here with you wondering if you ready for this shit.
You didn't pick me, I get it, but you need to get over that shit.
And you need to do it pretty goddamn quickly, because if we can't trust each other, I am no good to you and I'm the nigga standing between you and a needle.
Now, tomorrow is your asset forfeiture hearing.
In front of the judge, the prosecution is going to present whatever it is they found in your financials that they believe links you to this crime.
Any idea what that might be? Just like with the gun, I didn't do it, so there's no evidence for prosecution to find to prove that I did.
And Tasha runs our finances.
But I can tell you, there's nothing they'll find there.
Okay, well, there's one more possibility.
A RICO case, uh, enterprise corruption.
But that only plays if you actually have a criminal enterprise.
If the business that you shared with Thomas Egan was completely legit, we don't have anything to worry about.
[tense music.]
Do we have anything to worry about? No.
Mike, may I have a word? Yeah, sure.
What's up? I reviewed the surveillance tapes from Truth.
Nowhere on there does it show James St.
Patrick hide the gun.
Look, if James had placed the gun behind the bar, the tapes would have shown him going to the bar area, but he never does, not once.
I think he may be innocent.
[tense music.]
Valdes, the defense already won their motion to suppress the gun.
What does trotting out the speculation about surveillance tapes to Judge Tapper - do for us to win this case? - It's the truth.
I want justice for Greg's murder, but if St.
Patrick didn't do it He did it, Angela.
I thought so too, Mike, but now, how can you be so sure? We should take this to Mak.
At minimum, the tapes are exculpatory and should be presented to the defense.
These tapes are out, period.
We're not risking what chance we have at winning this case on speculation.
Ah, buenos dÃas, my Latino brethren.
Today is a good day.
The decision to free St.
Patrick's finances bore fruit.
A seven-figure check written from one Thomas Patrick Egan to St.
Patrick's nightclub, Truth, after they supposedly severed their business partnership.
MAK: We don't know what it's for, but the payment could have been for killing Greg.
This could have been a murder-for-hire.
This is great work, Coop.
Oh, I know.
If St.
Patrick was using the nightclub business to hide a murder-for-hire payment, we could argue the whole company is corrupt.
- A RICO case.
- SAXE: Exactly.
And once Judge Tapper hears about this, we have a whole other way to nail St.
Patrick.
[breathing heavily.]
Hey, Marshall, it was a damn shame to hear about your transfer.
Danbury's pretty drafty this time of year, ain't it? How the fuck you know about that? You know how it works around here.
If there's information out there to be had, somebody's gonna cough it up.
I ain't got shit to say to you, convict.
And what if the topic was James St.
Patrick? Would you have something to say then? [dark music.]
We all know he ain't your favorite convict here.
He and that lawyer, they got money.
They probably know people, right? I'm guessing they got you booted out of here.
Now, how would you like to get rid of him? Why did they kick Proctor off the case? They argued that his relationship with Tommy Egan compromised his judgment when it came to your husband's case.
[sighs.]
From what I saw, Mrs.
St.
Patrick, they weren't wrong.
You may be in better hands with me.
I see.
They've scheduled the hearing for tomorrow.
And normally this wouldn't come up until trial, but everything with this case has been accelerated.
I talked to James.
He doesn't seem to think there's anything that can be linked to criminal activity, but I have to ask, is that true? Absolutely.
Sometimes I get the feeling that James isn't being completely honest with me.
He doesn't trust me, but you do, don't you? [scoffs.]
Look, I don't know what you're getting at, but, like, I said, there's nothing, okay? We've always done everything on the up-and-up.
Good.
I may need to put you on the stand to corroborate, just in case.
Wait, I have to testify? It's either you or James.
Well, isn't that a risk for me? Putting you on the stand waives spousal privilege, it's true.
They will cross-examine you.
But if there's really nothing criminal about the family finances, we've got nothing to worry about.
Hey, it's an asset hearing.
I'll make sure the prosecution stays on task.
I don't know if I can do this.
[solemn music.]
I haven't known you a very long time, Mrs.
St.
Patrick, but I'm pretty sure that if you put your mind to it, you can do anything.
KILO KISH: I can get you high baby I don't need a plane you should hurry up and buy 'Cause we selling everything I'm the dopeman I'm the dopeman get with the program, get with the program Impressive.
[soft laugh.]
You like that? Yeah, look at you, rolling that blunt.
Most of the girls I've been with don't even know how to roll they hair.
In that case, how do you roll a blunt, white boy? [laughs.]
Don't y'all usually use bongs and shit? Yeah.
Us white boys we use bongs.
Big ole bongs like this.
- Let me see.
- This bong here.
- [laughs.]
- You like that? Clear it out.
Suck that smoke down.
[chuckling.]
Crazy.
Here.
Yo, on the real, Tommy, the shop.
What's going on? I can't imagine losing something I built.
I ain't gonna lie to you, 'Keisha, it's bad.
And I know it's probably hard to trust me right now.
I'm staying cool.
I just need you to stay cool too.
All right, Tasha knows what she doing.
And things gonna go back to the way they was.
I promise.
[tender music.]
[phone buzzes.]
- Mm.
- Mm.
- [soft groan.]
- [soft laugh.]
You know this shit is new to me, right? Getting the good guy that I can talk real shit to - and kick it with.
- [text message swoops.]
What happened between you and Holly? [tense music.]
I know you said she's not coming back, so I just don't want to make the same mistake that she did.
I'm sorry, you say something? Nah.
[distant horn honking.]
Ow, what the fuck? When were you gonna tell me you got kicked off Ghost's case? You're gonna break my arm.
I don't give a fuck.
Is this about what we did with that guy from Homeland? For Christ sake, no.
Let me go! [pained groan.]
What about the goddamn nightclubs? And the weave shop? They put chains on them! And now I'm hearing Tasha might have to testify.
Some asset fortified hearing? It's an asset forfeiture hearing.
Silver really doesn't have a choice.
If Tasha was running the family books, then she would need to get on the stand and verify any activity.
There's nothing wrong with that.
Tasha's as involved as the rest of us.
The weave shop that she's been managing, it's being used to clean my money.
How the fuck am I just hearing about this now? Because it was need-to-know, and until now, you didn't need to know.
This whole time, Tasha actually is an accomplice.
That's what you're telling me? So the freezing of the assets, the weave shop, they're barking up the right tree? Does LaKeisha Grant know? Yeah.
And that's why you were telling me to keep the Feds away from her.
Why wouldn't you tell me she was implicated? Because it was too late.
There's no way to know if they found something until the hearing.
Silver puts Tasha on the stand thinking it's all good, and if the prosecutors know about the drug money in the weave shop, she's toast.
All of you are.
I have to go.
Fuck, man.
[phone buzzing.]
[sighs.]
'Sup, Petar? PETAR: You tell me.
I'm gathering updates as we speak.
Hey, that's good.
Do we have any? Chicago's losing their patience.
No, not yet, but trust me, the clubs will be open soon and our stuff will be flowing in no time.
Okay, that sounds great to me, but, uh, Chicago, they need answers soon.
[clicks phone.]
[muffled indistinct chatter.]
[tense music.]
My, my, if looks could kill.
Oops.
Too soon? Are they treating you right? You know, I've personally never been to prison, but the stories I've Simon, I don't have time for this.
You know, I, for one, don't believe you did it, even though everyone is saying you did, but not me.
I'd like to think you're not capable of such atrocities.
- You're right, I'm innocent.
- That's the spirit, James.
You must keep your mind focused on the case, not about things on the outside, like your financial situation, for example.
I heard about the freezing of your assets.
It's heartbreaking.
How do they expect your family to live? I'd like to float you a marker until this whole mess is over.
See, I-I was thinking I'll save you the trouble.
I won't accept your money.
Businessmen have spats all the time, James.
You get in our tax bracket, you're bound to bump heads.
But we still look out for each other.
Now, please, consider my offer for a little financial assistance.
No.
I don't want or need your money.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd rather be in my cell.
Good-bye, Simon Stern.
James [dark music .]
PROCTOR: Are you enjoying your lunch? It's fine.
But I'm surprised you're free this afternoon.
You never have time to eat with me, 'cause you're always rushing out to work.
Well, there's something I need to tell you.
They said I messed up a few things at work.
And because of it, I'm not gonna be working that big case anymore.
But it means we'll have a lot more time to hang out and stuff.
That's good, right? Were you messing up because I'm staying with you now? No, sweetheart.
Absolutely not.
Oh, my God, Elisa Marie, you staying with me is the best thing in my life.
Okay? ANGELA: Who's this? AUSA Valdes, my daughter and I would like to continue our meal uninterrupted, so Joe, we have to talk.
Please? Daddy, it's okay.
You're the boss.
Be right back, okay? - ELISA MARIE: Okay.
- Don't drink my coffee.
[indistinct chatter.]
I watched the surveillance tapes from Truth.
You were right.
No.
James was right.
But you were too fucking busy arresting him and disqualifying me to see it.
Help me fix this.
I've already taken it to my office and they Yeah, and let me guess.
Those fucking assholes told you to leave it alone, right? [scoffs.]
And and I'm supposed to be the dirty lawyer.
Look, they know if they present this to the judge, it's gonna draw suspicion on the prosecution.
If James didn't put the gun there, they did.
I can't accuse my office of a frame job unless I know everything about Jamie's involvement in all of this.
[tense music.]
Look, if you really want to help him, you need to talk to him directly.
I could call Silver now.
Thank you.
[scoffs.]
Yeah fucking right.
Damn.
This red one is nice.
It's nice, but red is too bright.
You know, if I'ma be testifying, I need to be in something more subdued, serious.
This actually is life and death.
I guess I just gotta pick one of these and take the rest of them back.
You know I paid cash.
Girl, don't even sweat that.
You know I got my tag gun on ready.
[both laugh.]
You would do that.
I do it, all the time.
Can't believe you gotta testify.
Might need to testify.
Silver isn't sure yet.
But Tommy talked to Proctor.
If Silver wants me to testify, it would mean I would have to tell him everything, about us, about the weave shop, everything.
You trust Silver? I don't know.
I mean [phone chimes.]
I don't know if he would work as hard to help Ghost if he knew the truth about all of us.
[sighs.]
Who did you want that to be? Nobody.
Uh? Mm-hmm.
- A man? - [laughs.]
Girl, you out here getting your back blown out and didn't even tell me? Yeah, but it's more than that.
I caught feelings, which was stupid.
And I don't think he feel the same way.
Well, first off, any nigga not smart enough to know how lucky he is to be with you, he ain't worth your goddamn time.
Well, I appreciate that, but I never dated a white boy before.
Maybe they different.
Wait-wait, wait-wait.
You're dating a white boy? - [laughs.]
- [scoffs.]
I never thought I'd see the day.
Me either, but he ain't no cornball.
He got flavor.
Only white boy I know like that is Tommy.
And he only dates redheads.
Which one of these black dresses you gonna wear? The honest truth, Jamie.
No more bullshit.
The fingerprints left on Greg's window, did you leave them there or were they planted too? [distant clanking.]
I was there.
Damn it, Jamie.
When Greg pulled me over, he told me he had evidence pointing to you as the mole.
I went to his apartment to look for it, to protect you.
I'm being framed for all of this.
How can you expect me to believe anything you say now? Because when I was in the apartment, you came in, looking for Greg.
I was hiding in the bathroom.
You asked him how it went with MJ? How does this prove you're being framed? Angela, when I looked in the drawer, that phone wasn't there.
The mole planted the phone, and I think the mole killed Greg.
Or Greg could have brought the phone home with him and put it in the drawer before he died.
Damn it, Angela, are you listening to me? The DNA, the planted gun.
Come on, there's gotta be some part of you that knows that I didn't do this, Otherwise, why would you be sitting here right now? Miss Valdes, what can you do for us? [tense music.]
In the asset forfeiture hearing, Mak and Mike are gonna argue to the judge that a seven-figure check found in your accounts from Tommy is payment for Greg's murder.
It's bullshit.
Maybe, but to them, a check insinuates collusion.
Collusion means organization, and that is a straight line to a RICO case.
Miss Valdes, would you excuse us? I need to speak with my client.
Yes, of course.
[door clanks open.]
SILVER: James? I'm gonna need you to be completely honest with me right now.
This check, is it anything that could support a RICO case? It was a loan.
I used the money to pay my former security firm that has since been terminated.
Simply a loan.
It's the truth.
Okay, you mentioned earlier that Tasha manages the money.
Can she testify to that? Is that our only option? My wife on the stand? Only? No.
But I have to say, it may be our best.
[brooding music.]
[Falcons' "Aquafina".]
[both moaning.]
GOLDLINK: Yeah word to motha, blukka blukka I bust a nigga, owe me money then I owe you bullets Cock and pull it bitch I move it That cocaÃna, that Aquafina Yeah that water with my bitch Nina Yeah she a keeper See I just turned 21 [phone beeps.]
- And ain't shit changed - [moaning.]
[phone beeps.]
I take my bitch and cruise cruise down the road to fame Got my name up and all the hoes - [moaning.]
- [phone beeps.]
Fuck.
What the fuck's Cristobal telling people I'm giving him extra weight for? He's been around a lot lately, talking to Dre.
Saw them together at the club the other night.
At Truth? Yeah, I'm gonna be working at this hole-in-the-wall spot Dre's setting up for some party.
Do you want me to keep an eye out for anything? No, mama, don't worry about it.
I'll take care of it.
GOLDLINK: Word to motha blukka blukka I bust a nigga, owe me money then I owe you bullets [sighs.]
[ball thwacks.]
Yo.
Gotta be aware of your surroundings.
You don't want no one sneaking up on you.
[scoffs.]
I heard you coming.
Stop lying.
Yo, I like this gear, man.
Where'd you get it? Cashmere.
It's fresh, right? Yeah.
Your mom get it for you? Nah, I saw it, liked it, and I bought it.
How you got money like that? Just some cash I saved up.
You know, everybody saying I'm the man of the house now, so I ain't want to bother Mom for it.
Stepping up, all right.
Everything else all right with you? Yo, Uncle T, can I ask you something? Yeah.
What's up? How old were you when you first had sex? Why you asking? Oh, no I was just wondering.
Tariq, did you hit some girl? What? Yo.
When did this happen? Few days ago.
I thought me and your dad said come talk to us first.
Well, Dad's not here, and it kind of just happened.
Well, tell me about it.
If you want to, I mean.
I mean, where were you? A party.
TOMMY: You strap up? Oh, yeah.
Hell yeah.
Good.
All right, my man.
Tariq, always strap up, no matter what.
TARIQ: Yeah, I know.
Who the hell did you go to this party with? Dre took me.
- Oh.
- TARIQ: He was there with me.
Uncle Tommy, can we keep this between me and you? Yeah.
[soft dramatic music.]
No doubt.
Well, hurry up.
You gotta get ready for court.
Terry, I need to talk to you before I go up there.
There's something you need to know.
I'm sorry, Mrs.
St.
Patrick, it'll have to wait.
SILVER: Trust me, everything's gonna be fine.
[handcuffs click.]
MAK: Good afternoon, Your Honor.
Upon reviewing Mr.
St.
Patrick's finances, a discovery has been made.
We'd like to enter into evidence a check written by Thomas Egan to Mr.
St.
Patrick's nightclub Truth, which we believe is payment for the murder of FBI Agent Greg Knox.
The defense has spoken to the long-standing friendship between Mr.
Egan and Mr.
St.
Patrick.
How do we know this isn't just a loan being paid off between pals? For one, Mr.
St.
Patrick's own statements that their business relationship had concluded at Mr.
St.
Patrick's behest several weeks prior.
And the other, the amount, Your Honor.
Seven figures.
Must be one hell of a loan.
Mr.
Silver, those are some very compelling points.
You have anything you want to say to dispute them? Yes, Your Honor.
We'd like to present a witness.
I'd like to call James St.
Patrick to the sand.
[dramatic music.]
BAILIFF: You swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth so help you God? I do.
Mr.
St.
Patrick, are you aware of the check the prosecution cited? Well, yeah.
I don't know where you grew up, but when somebody gives you a check for seven figures, you tend to remember That's a lot of zeroes.
SILVER: Can you explain the purpose of the check? Yes, the check was a loan to pay a security firm that I hired some time back to secure my three nightclubs.
And why did you need to go to your friend Tommy Egan for this? I mean, you're a successful businessman.
You have three nightclubs.
Why not a bank? Tommy's my friend.
I was in negotiations with the Bassett Hotel Group at the time.
I'd invested all of my liquid money with them, so I needed the immediate cash.
I'm sure that put your family in a pretty tough spot.
It did.
As a father, uh, it keeps you up at night, hoping that you're providing everything for your children.
That's why I'm fighting so hard to get back to them, back home.
When Mr.
Mak comes up here to question you, he's going to say that you were desperate for money.
Lucky for you, your friend Tommy Egan had that money, but he did need something in return.
He needed you to kill Agent Knox.
Which absolutely couldn't be further from the truth.
I get it.
Where I grew up, Southside Jamaica, Queens, people think as a young black man that you're given one coin with two sides, Your Honor.
Death or jail.
Fortunately for me, I'm living proof that it can go another way.
Tommy's loan was simply that, a loan.
No quid pro quo.
No strings attached.
I'm a businessman.
I'm a husband, a father, and a friend.
Nothing more, nothing less.
No further questions, Your Honor.
All right, you may step down, Mr.
St.
Patrick.
We will take a 30-minute recess.
[gavel knocks.]
[brooding music.]
It was bad, but we still have the upper hand here.
By putting St.
Patrick on the stand, Silver's made him fair game.
This is our chance.
I agree.
And I know how to get him.
STERN: Tasha St.
Patrick.
I'm so sorry to see you under these circumstances, but you look wonderful.
Thank you, Simon Stern.
It's good to see you.
How's the single life treating you? Splendidly.
You'd be surprised how energized you feel when you're free.
Speaking of freedom, such a shame an innocent man is being railroaded.
Mm.
Well, that's nice to hear, but James has plenty of support.
Oh, of course.
I saw your beautiful family.
I also heard about financial issues you're facing.
The last thing we want to see is this unfortunate case beginning to affect your children.
Let me help.
That's nice of you, but we're good.
Thanks.
Now, if you'll excuse me Mrs.
St.
Patrick, if you change your mind, give me a call.
[hip-hop music.]
- Yo, Dre.
- TOMMY: It was supposed to be a one-off thing to get their shipment in.
And you telling me that you want to open it back up again? DRE: I mean, I figured it worked well last time with the club being locked down.
We need to make some money somehow, so supplement the loss.
I like it.
Smart thinking, Dre.
This time I need it to be more underground, word of mouth.
I mean, it can't be permanent.
Can't be selling product here.
In case anything happens, we can just pack it all up, - get the fuck out of Dodge.
- I'm way ahead of you.
I was thinking if we don't want to move the weight in here, then we open the courier system, sell the drugs that way.
Club, it offered us protection.
We hide in plain sight.
This place is risky.
And what about the women? How do we know they're not going to say anything about what's going on? - [soft laugh.]
- Huh? And where is fucking security? We don't need to worry about security.
Niggas gonna be way too focused on getting ass to start some shit.
My guys can vouch for each one of these girls.
They ain't got big mouths.
They just want to be where the ballers at.
TOMMY: So what you think? That something Chicago could get on board with? Yeah, I will call and confirm with them.
[mock Serbian accent.]
Good, you call and confirm with them.
[all chuckling.]
Yo, man, look at you.
Corner boy to entrepreneur.
- Yes, sir.
- Not bad.
I wish I could say the same about what you did with Tariq.
What the fuck was you thinking taking him to a party? What are you talking about? You keep playing stupid, I'll break your face.
Tariq told me that you took him to a party and he fucked some girl.
Wait, he fucked some girl? I dropped him off at his friend's house.
I ain't take him to no party, man.
I don't know what Tariq's talking about.
- So you're saying he lying? - I'm not saying anything.
I'm just saying I never took him to a party.
Look, anything happening with Tariq, hell, the whole the family, you run it by me first.
Make sure this shit goes off without a hitch.
MAN: Niggas talk about me but they know I live it MIKE: Mr.
St.
Patrick, earlier you stated that Thomas Egan was a close friend, that he'd do anything to help you in your time of need.
Within rea And in turn you'd do anything for him.
Like going to Agent Knox's apartment.
Right? I didn't go to Agent Knox's apartment.
MIKE: But your fingerprints are there.
It's a rookie mistake.
But after all, you're a businessman, not a contract killer.
You made a deal.
You had to uphold your end of your deal with your friend, you had to kill Agent Knox.
Objection, Your Honor, badgering the witness.
Your Honor, Mr.
Silver knew the risk of putting his client on the stand before he did it.
Oh, he's got you there, Mr.
Silver.
Overruled.
I'm sure there was a part of you hoping you didn't have to kill him, but then you saw it, that look in his eyes when he realized why you were really there.
- You pulled out your gun - Your Honor MIKE: You hadn't committed a crime yet.
You could walk away and no one would ever know.
Except Knox would know, wouldn't he? He'd know what you were.
[tense music.]
Tommy Egan's henchman, a criminal, a killer.
I'm not a killer.
He didn't know what was at stake for you, who you were protecting, who paid for you to be there with the check we found.
When Knox went for your gun, you had to shoot him.
Isn't that right, Mr.
St.
Patrick? I didn't shoot anyone.
And when he didn't die right away, when he held his hand out to beg you to stop, you didn't have a choice.
There was no going back.
In cold blood, you shot Agent Knox again.
You saw his lifeless body laying on the ground, and you panicked.
So you climbed out the window and left your fingerprints behind, isn't that right? I didn't kill Agent Knox and, I repeat, I wasn't there.
But your fingerprints are in his apartment, Mr.
St.
Patrick.
How can we believe you? Your Honor, we know what, a murder.
We know who, the defendant.
We know where and when.
And now [sliding paper.]
We know why, because you were paid, Mr.
St.
Patrick.
Because a good businessman always holds up his end of the deal.
I didn't kill Greg! SILVER: Your Honor, this speculative rant by the prosecution has no bearing on the matter at hand and should be stricken from the record.
No further questions, Your Honor.
Although, I am curious, how does the defendant know the victim well enough to call him "Greg"? - SILVER: Your Honor - Withdrawn.
[dark music.]
TAPPER: Mr.
St.
Patrick, you can step down.
And if the defense has no further witnesses, I will make my ruling on the check being admitted into evidence tomorrow morning.
- Good job.
- TAPPER: In the meantime, Mr.
St.
Patrick will be returned to the MCC.
[gavel knocks.]
[handcuffs clicking.]
Where were you in there? Isn't it your fucking job to make sure that that doesn't happen? You let him call me a fucking murderer in front of my family? We knew this was a possibility with you on the stand.
We took a swing and we missed.
All we can do now is prepare for the realities of trial.
I'll be bringing on some more associates from my firm to help assist with the case.
Yeah, well, let's hope they're better than you.
SILVER: We'll need forensic experts to conduct tests and testify, private investigators to find all of the evidence that the FBI chose to ignore.
All of this costs money.
I don't think I can afford it.
You're gonna have to find a way.
The media attention is also going to increase.
Right now, the Feds think that they have a cop-killer on the ropes, and they are going to increase the pressure on your family until all of this is over with.
And we're gonna have to lean on them, especially as character witnesses for the penalty phase, if the jury does, in fact, convict.
[somber music.]
You think we can win? [brooding music.]
What's your rush, killer? I just want to get back to my cell.
Get back to your cell, huh? Must have been a hard day in court, sitting there with your little niglets, watching they daddy get told how he ain't nothing but a murdering piece of shit.
You ain't gotta talk to me like that, man.
And your beautiful wife, wow.
It ain't gonna take long for her to find another nigga to come dig that pussy out.
Maybe even a nigga with a badge.
Think she might come up to Danbury, give a nigga a visit? That'd be something, wouldn't it? Your wife and kids calling me "Daddy.
" [suspenseful music.]
[ grunting .]
- [nightstick clatters.]
- [punches landing.]
[grunting.]
[pained grunting.]
- [blow lands.]
- [grunts.]
[dark music.]
[grunting.]
[screams.]
[flesh squishing.]
[door clanks open.]
[pen clatters.]
- [knife flicks.]
- [flick echoes.]
[grunts.]
[both straining.]
[both grunting.]
Teresi, what are you doing? Sorry, kid.
- Change of plans.
- [choking.]
[choking and screaming.]
[gasping.]
- [strained gasps.]
- That's it.
[choking.]
There you go.
Take your clothes off.
[panting.]
Take your fucking clothes off now! [suspenseful music.]
We're gonna make this look like a suicide.
They fought.
This kid killed him, and realized what he did, and he didn't want to take the death penalty.
Now, switch clothes with him.
[door creaks open.]
[door closes.]
How'd it go in court? Not well.
I thought you were going to your bosses with the information you got.
I did.
They chose to ignore it.
If this case goes to trial, Jamie's gonna get the death penalty.
[solemn music.]
You did what you could.
It's out of your hands now.
[speaking Spanish.]
This is AUSA Angela Valdes.
We need to talk.
TASHA: I have to go back to court today.
It didn't go well.
Tommy, we're staring at a mountain of shit, and it includes all of us.
Which is why I need to know if you're fucking LaKeisha.
What? No.
Bullshit.
I ain't stupid.
I know you two.
She going on and on about this white boy who's hitting it right.
I know it was you.
When did it happen? Tell me the truth, Tommy.
[exhales.]
She said I was hitting it right? When that Milan shit popped off.
He saw LaKeisha as a problem and solving it meant one thing.
So instead, I stashed her away.
I didn't plan on hitting it, it just happened.
TASHA: Mm-hmm.
A bunch of times.
I guess I should thank you for saving my girl's life behind my back.
But God damn, not for breaking her off.
Now she's all into you.
And it's clear as day, you ain't feeling her like that.
I thought you were really into Holly.
I know you broke up, but I thought you'd at least try to find her after I told you she was pregnant.
Holly ain't coming back, Tasha.
Ever.
We didn't break up.
She didn't run away.
[solemn music.]
She dead.
[breathing shakily.]
Dead? What the hell happened? Lobos wanted me to kill Ghost, and I couldn't do it.
So Holly went ahead and tried to do it herself.
[scoffs.]
I-I fucked up.
I didn't know about the baby.
I never would have put hands on her if I knew.
I thought she killed Ghost.
I thought Ghost was dead.
I understand if you want me to get out.
I want me to get out.
I just I can't get away from myself.
I understand why you did what you did.
We're a family, and we protect each other.
Thank you.
LaKeisha wants something from me that I can't give her.
I don't think I can give that to anyone again.
But you still need to protect the family, Tommy.
You can't let her down.
You can't let me down.
We cannot predict what she'll do if you walk away and break her heart.
And you know I'm right.
What the fuck do we do if she talks? I mean, I know she your girl, so you know I got you.
[softly.]
I know.
You sure you don't know what this is about? No idea.
Where's Angela? Mr.
Silver, court is on the record.
I have received your motion to dismiss.
- Call your first witness.
- Thank you, Your Honor.
The defense would like to call AUSA Angela Valdes to the stand.
Your Honor, we have to strongly object.
You can't allow AUSA Valdes to testify.
She's a prosecutor on this case.
SILVER: Your Honor, AUSA Valdes is going to testify to a repeated pattern of prosecutorial misconduct throughout this case, due to institutional bias against Mr.
St.
Patrick.
I'd say, as a prosecutor on the case, she is uniquely qualified to provide testimony as a material witness.
Well, I'd like to hear what she has to say.
[tense music.]
BAILIFF: Do you swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth so help you God? I do.
The court already knows about the prosecution's failure to present knowledge of the traffic stop between Agent Knox and Mr.
St.
Patrick.
Apparently now there's a A surveillance video that's exculpatory for my client? The surveillance footage from Truth nightclub from the night of Greg's murder until the arrest of Mr.
St.
Patrick doesn't show him or anyone else placing the murder weapon in the location that it was found.
It is clearly exculpatory.
SILVER: Clearly.
And to whom did you report this information about the surveillance video? Mike Sandoval.
SILVER: And how did Mr.
Sandoval respond? That he wasn't going to turn the tapes over to you because it shone a bad light on the prosecution.
I also reported doubts about Mr.
St.
Patrick's guilt to John Mak, who, in turn, ensured that I was formally kept out of strategy on the case.
Do you now believe that my client is innocent of killing Agent Knox? Yes, I do.
I was wrong.
I have to do what I can to make things right.
Even if it means facing suspension or termination? Yes.
SILVER: No further questions, Your Honor.
[dark music.]
MAK: So, Miss Valdes, you're testifying to prosecutorial misconduct.
I'm just curious why you're not including yourself on that list? I violated no Brady Rules while working this case.
Oh, I'm not talking about this case.
I'm talking about your personal relationship with the defendant, your sexual relationship, and how it led to him stealing evidence from your home and afforded him access to classified information about Felipe Lobos, including the fact that he was still alive.
Miss Valdes, is all of this true? Miss Valdes, I asked you a question.
It's true, Your Honor.
Your Honor, AUSA Cooper Saxe has just brought to my attention that after speaking to the CSI tech that coded Mr.
St.
Patrick's fingerprints, it appears that Miss Valdes admitted those into evidence 24 hours later than he originally stated in his report.
Your Honor, I can't deny what John is saying It's I've heard enough.
The allegations suggested today are the most egregious that I have ever heard.
Your blatant disregard for the oath you took as an officer of the court is appalling.
- Thank you, Your Honor.
- I am not finished, Mr.
Mak.
You and Mr.
Sandoval, you stand there, pointing your finger at Miss Valdes, but you failed to acknowledge that all of these lapses in judgment happened on your watch! Is what she said true? Your Honor, it is Mr.
Silver the prosecution's willful misconduct was improper and conducted in bad faith.
I see no alternative but to dismiss the charges against the defendant.
[electronic soul music.]
TAPPER: Mr.
Mak, Mr.
Sandoval, I will be recommending to Main Justice that all of the members of this prosecution be suspended pending an investigation.
Mr.
St.
Patrick.
Your Honor.
You will be processed out of the system with this court's apologies.
If you are guilty of this or any other crime, I hope a more professional prosecution team will bring you to justice in the future.
But for now, sir, you can go home.
[gavel knocks.]
[soft cry.]
Thank you, Angela.
Don't thank me, Jamie.
You didn't do this one.
Maybe you didn't do this crime, but we both know you're not innocent.
[The Miracles' "Ooh Baby Baby" playing.]
SMOKEY: Ooh, la la la la [cell phone buzzes.]
I did you wrong My heart went out to play [phone buzzes.]
But in the game I lost you What a price to pay Ooh Baby baby Yo, Grim, I'ma need a new clean ride.
[club music playing.]
[indistinct chatter.]
Place is a little dusty, but the bitches ain't bad.
[muffled club music continues.]
The fuck you want, nigga? There.
Take it.
That's the final payment.
From this point forward, everything stops with Tariq.
What the fuck makes you think everything stops? Because Tariq is in over his head.
He ain't like us.
He ain't from where we from.
And the shit you got him involved with is changing him.
He's lying and And if I can see it, you best believe Tommy and Tasha will.
Kanan, you got back in this because you want what's yours, right? Well, what's yours can still be had.
How? Because Milan's dead and I'm in.
With Milan being dead, your path back to the top is wide open.
And I want to help you, Kanan.
In fact, I need you.
[phone buzzes.]
Keep talking, nigga.
[club music playing.]
[indistinct chatter.]
[suspenseful music.]
[tense music.]
[elevator chimes.]
[elevator whirring.]
Bet you feel like you did something noble today.
[elevator chimes.]
[tense music.]
All you did was free a killer.
Maybe.
But not Greg's killer.
I'll find out whoever murdered Greg and bring them down no matter what.
[speaking Spanish.]
We're not out of the dark completely.
The judge threw out all the charges, but he did so without prejudice, which leaves the door open for future prosecution.
But, frankly, they played their hand and they came up empty.
James is currently in processing.
Shouldn't take more than a few hours before he's a free man.
[exhales.]
I can't believe it.
Thank you, Terry.
I mean, you You saved our family.
- SILVER: [soft laugh.]
- I'll never forget that.
Thank you.
Just doing my job.
The next step will be for them to reverse the freezing of the assets - Okay.
- And allow you guys to open back up for business.
With your family taking such a hit financially, I would advise in some way you getting a floater, until things return back to normal.
If you need anything, uh advice, anything, give me a call, please.
Okay.
Oh, I meant to ask.
In court yesterday, what were you gonna tell me before your husband took the stand? Nothing.
[soft laugh.]
Good night, Terry.
Good night, Tasha.
[elevator chimes.]
[ keys clacking .]
[sniffles.]
Yes.
I'd like to speak to Simon Stern, please.
[door creaks open.]
[ominous music.]
Yo, Slim, you here yet? [tense music.]
Oh, what's up? What you doing here? BLACK GRIMACE: Clean enough? This ride should get you to Chicago.
[keys jingle.]
Keep my phone, all right? And make sure it stays on.
What if something happens? How we supposed to reach you? You're not.
[engine turns over.]
[taps on door.]
[distant buzzing, clanking.]
I, uh I want you to give this to Tommy Egan.
Have him call me.
That's the second time you asked about Tommy Egan.
Why you want to talk to him so bad, huh? What is it with you and him? 'Cause I know you inside too long to know us.
What, you know his father or something? You could say something like that.
[brooding music.]
You give him that fucking phone, all right? Or else what really happened to Marshal Williams is gonna become public information.
And you're gonna end up right back in here with the rest of us.
MAN: Teresi.
Let's go, St.
Patrick.
[door creaks shut.]
'Riq.
Where you at? [suspenseful music.]
[phone chiming.]
You looking for someone? [phone chiming.]
Where's Tariq? He's fine for now.
And you heard about Ghost, right? He's a free man.
He'll be back at home in a minute with easy access to his money.
Our plan is right back on track.
So you got the kid? You damn right I got him.
Just like we said from the beginning, we gonna get the money from Ghost for holding his son.
And then we gonna kill 'em both.
You good with that, right? So what you need me to do? YOUNG BUCK: If you ain't tryna pay what I'm charging All I see is dead people I'm not doing no arguing No deals I ain't giving no bargains My Glock 9 gives you 16 ways to die Choose one, give it to you how you want it My 45 gives you 32 ways to die Choose one and shoot 'em up Bang, bang, shit we still on it, nigga LLOYD BANKS: Every day a star's rising There ain't no love here but your heart's tied in Soul's slipping, sparks flying Masterpieces is an art dying Crime release we break apart lying Man down, the park's crying Tears of joy heal a real McCoy Bury your worries, don't wonder who rides for you Know yourself relax and study Blood in your uniform no rest, keep moving on Anybody who do you wrong wrong turn, it's on YOUNG BUCK: Somebody chain got took Somebody life got lost Somebody water not working somebody lights cut off I watched my partner OD in '03 in front of me Took the plea went on a spree damn near done the whole key Paranoid, nose dirty, 'bout to go for them 30 You keep saying he's hurting now all his homeys is worried Second-guessing this gangster they don't know what he said They don't know what he told but now you know that he dead YOUNG BUCK: All I see is dead people Come through the hood nigga starving If you ain't tryna pay what I'm charging All I see is dead people I'm not doing no arguing No deals I ain't giving no bargains My Glock 9 gives you 16 ways to die