Power (2014) s06e13 Episode Script

1 GHOST: Previously on Power - Where'd you get those earrings? - These? You stole them from my damn house.
You buy those earrings for her? Yeah, I bought them.
Why, you like them? I would have got you a pair too.
[GRUNTS.]
Tommy, you're gonna regret this.
No, I won't, 'cause it ain't me doing this to you.
It's Ghost.
You gotta get rid of this thing.
There's a recording on there that could put James and Tommy away for life.
I got you something.
There's a secret inside.
Tommy, wh-what are you doing here? You gonna be a lawyer like your old man? Study hard.
I'm scared, Joey.
I won't let you take my little girl away from me.
Lindsay, I did it.
She asked me for help, and I let her die.
- PROCTOR: Where are you? - I'm with Tariq.
Go to your Uncle Benny's right now.
[GUNFIRE.]
BENNY: Night my cousin was murdered, Tariq saved my niece's life.
Fuck this pendejo, man.
[GUNSHOT.]
BLANCA: Unless you wanna spend the rest of your life in an orange jumpsuit, you need to give me something on Tommy Egan.
You should look into the murder of a dealer named Poncho.
GHOST: The Feds rolled up on 'Keisha, Tasha.
How do you even know where I live? [SOBBING.]
Tasha, please don't do this.
I'm sorry.
[GUNSHOT.]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
Tommy, I didn't kill LaKeisha.
I ain't gonna rest till you six feet under, motherfucker.
I don't know what the fuck Ghost told you, but whatever it was Ghost told me you killed Joey.
[GRUNTS.]
- [KNIFE SQUELCHING.]
- [SCREAMS.]
TOMMY: Fuck.
James St.
Patrick will soon be announced as Tate rival Lorette Walsh's running mate.
Now here we are, with me not knowing whether you're gonna let me walk out of this place alive.
I'm still your brother, but that's the game.
- I'm out.
- [GUNSHOT.]
[GUNFIRE.]
Tommy! [GUNSHOT.]
JOE: They say this is a big, rich town I just come from the poorest part Bright lights, city life I gotta make it, this is where it goes down I just happen to come up hard Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it 50 CENT: I never took a straight path nowhere Life's full of twists and turns, bumps and bruises I live, I learn I'm from that city full of yellow cabs and skyscrapers It's hard to get a start in these parts without paper Homey, I grew up in hell, a block away from heaven That corner every 15 minutes, they moving seven Pure snow, bag it, then watch it go Occupational options, get some blow or some hos Shoot the ball or the strap, learn to rap or to jack Fuck it, man, in the meantime Go head and pump a pack This my regal, royal flow, my James Bond bounce That 007, that's 62 on my count I'm an undercover liar, I lie under the covers Look a bitch in the eyes and tell her, baby, I love ya You're my inspiration, you're my motivation You're the reason that I'm moving with no hesitation JOE: They say this is a big, rich town Yeah, I just come from the poorest part Bright lights, city life I gotta make it, this is where it goes down Oh, yeah, yeah I just happen to come up hard Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it [DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
[TOMMY GRUNTS.]
[GRUNTING.]
God.
[PANTING.]
Fuck.
[SIGHS.]
[LINE RINGS, BEEPS.]
B.
G.
, fucking call me when you get this.
I need your help.
Where the fuck are you at? What you want me to do with it? What you think? Get rid of it.
Appreciate the payment.
[CAR HORN HONKS.]
Seriously? Tommy, what the hell? What's the fucking emergency? You look fine to me, except for that bullshit outfit you're wearing.
Hey, Tommy, you listening to me? Don't tell me what happened, then.
Fine.
But if this is about your work, isn't there someone else you can call? What about Miss Gucci Moneybag LaKeisha? Isn't she your Bonnie to your Clyde now, right? LaKeisha's dead, Ma.
Ghost killed her.
Oh, no.
Why would he do that? Revenge, Ma.
For revenge.
Hey.
Hey, baby.
Come on.
It's gonna be okay.
I'll take you home, yeah? Get some sleep, yeah? Yeah.
Elisa Marie! Time to wake up! Sweetie? Oh, Elisa Marie, you're up already.
Are you ready for some pancakes? I'm not hungry.
Oh, come on, sweetheart.
You gotta eat before you go to school.
Aunt Dolores, where's Uncle Benny? Listen, Benny brought you here.
I mean, hell, I had to give up my Rangers tickets so you could spend the night 'cause he knew he'd be out late.
He'll be back soon, and if I don't get you to school on time, Benny's gonna have a fit.
Did he text you in the last hour? Why are you asking me that? I know the system proof of life every hour on the hour.
How many hours has it been? Well, not since last night.
But listen to me.
your Uncle Benny's a scrappy son of a bitch, you hear me? Only a hound from hell could take him out.
He's gonna be fine, all right? And so are you.
You're with family now.
You got nothing else to worry about.
You sure? Go upstairs.
Sorry to come unannounced.
What do you want, Vincent? What I want is peace on Earth, at least in our little corner of it.
Then where the fuck is Benny? I swear to God I don't know where your brother is.
I didn't even know he was missing until your people came knocking, asking if I knew anything.
You know, funny thing, just last week, Benny came to me and said the two of you were at each other's throats in the street.
That? Well, Benny was misinformed.
He trusts the wrong people sometimes.
And yet there he was, dressing you down in front of all your boys.
You know, I wonder what a jealous little shit like you would do if you had a chance to take a move on the Civellos.
Dolores, on my mother's honor, I don't know where your brother is, but as a sign of good faith, with your permission, of course, I'd like to post two men at your door.
For what? Till we find out what happened, you should have protection.
DOLORES: [CHUCKLES.]
How considerate.
Anything for your family.
You know, now I see why you're kissing my ass.
You haven't spoken yet with my Uncle Carlo, have you, huh? I wonder what he's gonna do to you if Benny doesn't turn up soon.
TOMMY: I'm a fucking dead man.
[INDISTINCT TV CHATTER.]
So what stupid thing did you do now? Something I can't never take back.
New York ain't safe for me no more.
I can't hide out here forever.
Ma, I gotta get the fuck out of town.
[SCOFFS.]
Where do you think you're going, huh? I'm feeling LA, actually.
Who the fuck do you know in California? Oh, there's this guy Rodolfo.
My connect made the intro.
He's got a whole network out there.
Same shit we got there, just more palm trees and fake tits.
You're not moving to Cali.
Don't be ridiculous, Tommy.
What, I'm gonna score my coke out on the street? Come on.
Work out what you need to work out, because your family is here.
I'm here, yeah? Yeah.
You can't just pick up and leave everything and everyone you've ever known behind.
ERROL LOUIS: primary season, local entrepreneur James St.
Patrick has left the Tate campaign.
In a stunning turn of events, sources say that St.
Patrick will soon be announced as Tate rival Lorette Walsh's running mate.
- Motherfucker.
- Hey! Okay, I know you're upset, but do you remember that night on the docks when those guys tried to shake you down? Tasha was pregnant with the twins, and Jamie still came all the way out there to save your ass.
- Whatever.
- He has had your back long before LaKeisha ever did.
He's your brother.
He will always have your back.
When he killed the woman I was gonna marry? - What do you mean, gonna marry? - He shut down my whole operation, got my entire crew snatched up.
Ma, he literally just sent a guy to my doorstep to kill me.
- Oh, come on.
- Ma, Ghost has taken everything from me, Ma.
- This shit can't go unanswered.
- All right, first off, you really think Jamie's got the time between running for office and getting a divorce to drive all the way out to your new house to murder LaKeisha? Trust me, Ma.
The math's good.
Ghost set it up perfectly so I could die and he could forget he ever knew me.
That is not the Jamie I know.
Then you don't know him no more! - Come on! - Where are your keys, Ma? Hey, get the fuck out of my bag! I'm done talking, Ma.
Before I do anything else, I'm gonna kill Ghost.
[SCOFFS.]
Well, you better hurry - before he hits the campaign trail.
- [DOOR SLAMS.]
TOMMY: Me and Ghost killed him to start over, but it was never about that.
Just like going from corner boys to running the biggest shop in New York fucking City wasn't about being gangsters.
It was all for him, all so he could figure another way to get out.
- [GRUNTS.]
- [MIC THUNKS.]
- RUIZ: Tommy, what are you doing? - [CLEARS THROAT.]
- RUIZ: You're gonna regret this.
- TOMMY: No, I won't.
That's good.
Where did you get that? Why did you lie to me about Uncle Benny? [SIGHS.]
Being the youngest of four and the only girl, when I was your age, my mother told me that she wished I was a boy.
You know why? She said I was gonna be smarter and stronger and braver than all my brothers combined, but as a woman, I was gonna have to pretend that I wasn't.
Why? Because men need to think that we're weak so they can act strong, so they can keep the families going.
The problem is, strength is why women in families like ours are the ones who survive.
What do you know, Elisa Marie? What do you wanna know? We'll figure this out together.
Dad gave this to me the night we spent with the St.
Patricks, the night he died.
What was Joe doing with this? He said it was for insurance.
Do you know why? No.
But I recognize the killer's voice.
His name is Tommy.
I saw him once big guy, blond hair, blue eyes.
Really? When? He came over to my dad's place.
I don't know why, but my dad was scared of him.
Me too.
If my dad had proof that Tommy committed a crime, then then maybe Tommy killed him to keep it from coming out.
So this Tommy guy went to the St.
Patricks' apartment to find him.
Do you think Mr.
St.
Patrick was involved? No.
Daddy trusted him.
Which means that he went over to tell Benny what Tommy did to your father.
[SCOFFS.]
You know, we should take this to Uncle Carlo.
There's no need involving police for something we can deal with in-house.
Can we just please make sure it's this Tommy guy first? TOMMY: Just like going from corner boys to running the biggest shop in New York fucking City wasn't about being gangsters.
It was all for him, all so he could figure another way to get out.
- [GRUNTS.]
- [MIC THUNKS.]
RUIZ: Tommy, what are you doing? - RUIZ: You're gonna regret this.
- TOMMY: No, I won't.
'Cause it ain't me doing this to you.
It's Ghost.
- [TOMMY AND RUIZ GRUNTING.]
- [SCUFFLING.]
I'm sorry, but I honestly can't recognize any of these voices.
Who's Ghost? I have no idea.
Where'd you get this recording from? That's not important.
So what about Tommy? I mean, Benny was certain that your father could help find him.
You sure you never met him? I don't know anyone named Tommy.
It's okay.
Thanks for meeting up with us.
Wish I could help more.
Hey, you-you think maybe I could take the recording home with me, play it for my mom? Maybe she knows who Ghost and Tommy is.
- Oh, yeah, that's a good idea.
- Not so fast.
I'm curious.
How did you know to take Elisa Marie away from your penthouse that night? I didn't.
- I was just craving hot cocoa.
- DOLORES: Oh.
Thank God we left the time that we did.
Still have nightmares about that.
I'm sure you sleep just fine.
So nobody else was inside the apartment except Joe? No.
Well, then how did the killer get in? Did you leave the door unlocked? 'Cause I know Joe sure as hell wouldn't have.
Why did you go out the back door? Dad didn't want us to go out, so we went out the back way.
Did you see him lock the door behind you? Ma'am, I don't know what you're trying to imply, but I I think that you and Tommy planned this together.
I think you know exactly who he is, and I think that you helped him kill my cousin.
- Aunt D, Tariq is my friend.
- No, Tariq is not your friend.
You need to leave, and this recording stays with us.
Bye.
Bye, Elisa Marie.
Uncle Tommy, you got my text.
Wasn't sure you were gonna come.
Yeah, I wasn't either.
What's the emergency? Heard a recording with your voice on it something about you and Ghost killing Lobos.
Shit.
Where did you hear that? Proctor's little girl, Elisa Marie, she had it on her laptop.
This recording still exists? Guess so.
Maybe her dad gave it to her.
I mean, I tried to take it from them, but I was too exposed.
I do know where they're staying, though right around the corner from where we met up.
I followed them.
God damn it! Ghost promised me that Proctor got rid of that that laptop.
- Maybe he lied.
- Fuck.
I mean, for what it's worth, Elisa Marie's aunt didn't believe me when I said I didn't know you.
I'm just trying to figure out who you think they'll play that recording for next? I understand you want to kill Ghost, Uncle Tommy, but that recording is still out there, and that's evidence.
I got something I gotta do now.
But where'd you say this little Proctor girl's staying, again? LORETTE: Local entrepreneur and youth activist James St.
Patrick.
- [CHEERS AND APPLAUSE.]
- MAN: Hear, hear.
[CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING.]
[GHOST SIGHS.]
Thank you, Lorette, first and foremost.
What can I say? I come to you a changed man.
Distinguished members of the DNC, delegates, ladies and gentlemen, if this great state of New York is anything, it's that of change, that of growth, that of development at its highest level.
We indeed can work together for the greater New York.
BLANCA: Tommy Egan.
Jesus.
Puerto Ricans in pantsuits.
I can't seem to get rid of you.
Thought I might run into you here.
I stopped by your apartment earlier, but you weren't home.
Homicide just released this.
What is it? LaKeisha Grant's personal effects.
Thought you might want them.
And you're giving this to me out of the kindness of your heart? Puerto Ricans are mad generous.
You know this.
We still don't have anybody in custody for LaKeisha's murder.
Maybe you could help us.
I don't know who did it.
Trust me.
You'd know if I did.
I think you're here at Truth because you think you know.
Problem is, James St.
Patrick has an alibi for LaKeisha's murder, but he still may be responsible.
There's another way, Egan.
We know James St.
Patrick is Ghost, that he's killed multiple people to cover his tracks.
Agree to say that to a jury, and I'll march into Truth right now and arrest him, and for your trouble, we'll give you immunity.
I'm sorry.
You must have mistook me for a fuck shot.
If I knew anything, which I don't, I still wouldn't talk to you.
Egan, if you help me with this, I'll let you skate on Poncho.
Poncho? Who's Poncho? That's a stupid name.
[LAUGHS.]
Nice try.
Former head of the Soldados? I got a witness says you killed him.
Same witness ties you to a warehouse in Brooklyn, where we just seized a large amount of drugs and dirty money.
Well, if you got anything on me Don't worry, Egan.
I got some custom-made handcuffs for you.
I'll make sure I bring them next time I see you.
Please do.
[LINE RINGS, BEEPS.]
B.
G.
It all makes sense now why I didn't see you getting arrested at the warehouse.
Just know that I know, and I better not catch you on the street, you snitch-ass motherfucker.
[SOMBER MUSIC.]
[DRAMATIC MUSICAL STING.]
- Tommy.
- Hey, Tash.
- What are you doing here? - You alone? Yeah, Tariq is at school, and Yas is with Big Mama.
Why, what's up? We need to talk.
You know, you left something at my house.
You sure that's mine? 'Cause I never been to your house.
Come on, Tasha.
It's from the pair that Holly tried to steal from you.
The Feds gave it to me.
They think it's 'Keisha's.
But we both know better.
Did you do it alone? That's all I need to know.
Listen, okay? I had no choice.
I need to show you something Just stay where you are.
Don't fucking move.
Okay, just look under Yas's fox.
Look.
Look at the papers.
Okay.
So what's this? What am I looking at? I heard that 'Keisha was talking to the Feds, so that's why I went over there, to ask her myself, and I found those.
- She turned informant.
- Oh, this is some bullshit.
No, she was under pressure, Tommy, and I guess it got to be too much, and she was gonna leave with Cash.
Now you lying, Tasha.
LaKeisha would never leave me.
You sure about that? Look at the papers.
What do you think? I forged her signature just in case you would ask me? It's her signature, Tommy.
Listen to me.
'Keisha told me that she was signing the papers to protect Cash.
That's what she told me, and-and-and I tried to reason with her, but then she grabbed a gun.
I swear to you.
I swear to God it was a mistake.
I didn't mean to kill her.
I di-I didn't.
No, no, you went over there to confront her.
Yeah, you went over there to shut her up.
No! But I told you.
'Keisha wasn't ready for the game.
Yeah, but you lied to my face.
You let me believe that it was Ghost that killed her.
You lied to yourself.
Tommy, I mean, come on.
Don't act like you didn't see those bags.
I mean, you think she just had those bags there 'cause she wasn't gonna leave? We just moved in! We were still unpacking! 'Keisha panicked, Tommy.
I mean, she pulled a gun on me.
I mean, what would you have done? No matter what you say, Tasha, you still the one that pulled that trigger.
[SOFTLY.]
Tommy.
If it's gotta go down like this, shit, at least it's you.
But I never thought it would end like this, not between us.
Tommy, please.
You just take care of Yas and 'Riq, okay? Please.
Tommy, please.
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
Oh, God.
Here's a copy of the recording.
Oh, good.
We should have a backup anyway.
Do you have the original? Mm.
Joe was right to trust you.
I want Uncle Carlo to hear this.
It might just help us to find Benny.
- Can I come with you? - No.
Not to the clubhouse, hon.
I'm sorry.
I just don't wanna be alone.
Don't worry.
Come here.
I wanna show you something.
See those guys out there? They're gonna be our bodyguards for a little while until we find exactly what happened to Benny and Joe, and they won't let anything bad get by them, okay? That's my brave, strong girl.
Call me if you need something.
Bye.
- TOMMY: Ghost.
- Tommy.
'Keisha wasn't you.
I know that now.
Yeah, I fucking told you that.
Yeah, well, you ain't exactly the trustworthy type, G.
Come on.
Look, Tommy, I never fucking pulled the trigger on anybody that you love, man not fucking Holly, not Teresi.
I mean it.
I'm always fucking saving you, right cleaning shit up for you, protecting you with lies.
So this recording that Proctor had this whole time, you're telling me that you lied about him destroying it to protect me? What the fuck are you talking about? The recording where I tell Ruiz that we killed Lobos and give him the stabby-stab that recording.
Proctor said he got rid of that recording.
[CHUCKLES FORCEFULLY.]
Look, Proctor betrayed us both.
Yeah, you surprised? Ain't no friends in the street.
Remember that? Kanan taught us that.
Yeah, I also remember having more than a friend, man.
I had a brother.
Look, man, I'm done with your petty shit, okay? - P-Petty shit? - Yeah.
You can have it, all right? I'm moving on to bigger and better than you.
All right.
Fuck you, Ghost.
Okay, fuck me.
Tommy, look, you gotta let me go.
Oh, I'ma let you go, all right, as soon as you help me get back this recording.
It's the least you could do after sending Benny on my ass.
What about Jason? That's the second time you let me go in blind.
Yeah, well, you got my whole crew roped up again.
That wasn't me, Tommy, again.
I don't need you like you need me, okay? You need me.
I don't need you, so I'm leaving.
Oh, yeah, you think so? You get everything that you want and I get nothing? Huh? Nothing? Tommy, that's all your fault.
All of that shit is your fault.
That's your shit, not mine.
[GUNSHOT.]
- What the fuck was that? - You motherfucker.
What the fuck is going on, Ghost? - What, you set up a ambush? - Risk getting myself shot? Fuck no.
Who the fuck is chasing you? - The Italians, thanks to you.
- [GUNSHOTS.]
- There's two of them.
- Yeah, I see that.
Split up.
Cover me! [GUNSHOTS.]
[GUNSHOTS.]
- [GUNSHOT.]
- [GRUNTS.]
GHOST: Tommy! - [GROANING SOFTLY.]
- Shit, you ain't Italian.
[GUNSHOTS.]
Fuck.
Fuck! - [ENGINE TURNS OVER.]
- [TIRES SQUEALING.]
[GUNFIRE.]
[SIGHS.]
Here we go.
[LID CLANGS.]
Don't you make a fucking move.
Give me the fucking gun.
Give me the gun.
Get in the back.
Get in the back now.
Fucking move it.
You're from Vincent's crew, ain't you? The fuck is you doing here? Get down.
Get over here.
You better call your boy.
- [SPEAKING SICILIAN.]
- In English, greaseball.
Dominic, come here! TOMMY: Hey, Dom.
You better put that fucking gun down.
Put it down, you motherfucker.
You know, I never got to pass on my regards to Vincent for grifting me out of a fuck ton of money.
Will you pass on a message for me? [GUNSHOTS.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
Oh.
Hey, little girl.
No, no, I-I remember you.
D-do you remember me? I ain't gonna hurt you.
I just need the laptop, and I'll be on my way.
Kid, I ain't got time for this shit! Where's the computer? On your laptop? There's an illegal FBI wiretapped recording on your personal computer? Who put it there? Kid, talk to me.
I need to hear this thing! I ain't got time for no show-and-tell.
Pack your lunch.
You're coming with me.
Let's move! Come on! All's you gotta do is tell me what I wanna know, and this is over quick.
You understand? Okay.
Look, kid.
You was awfully chatty this morning when you was talking to Tariq, so this mute act that you playing with me right now is bullshit.
I'm gonna ask you a really important question, and I expect an honest answer.
Is there another copy of that recording? Wait, you know Tariq? How the fuck you think I found you? Kid, that laptop has the only recording, right? - No.
- What you mean, no? My Aunt Dolores made a copy of it To share with Carlo Civello.
The head of the Civello mob, that Carlo Civello? He's my great-uncle.
Course he is.
Course he is.
- [KEYS JANGLE.]
- [ENGINE TURNS OVER.]
[KNOCKING AT DOOR.]
Gee whoa, Tommy, what's going on? Hey, pretty little girl who I don't know.
- Hi? - What the fuck, Tommy? - Listen, I need a big favor.
- Okay, how big? - A gram, an eight ball, what? - Jesus, Ma, not in front of the kid.
Oh, like you're some saint.
Fuck you.
Who's the little girl? Just somebody I need you to watch for a little while.
I need to run out.
Wait, you want me to babysit? - I'm not a baby.
- Ain't nobody talking to you.
All I need you to do is just sit on this girl.
Don't let her go nowhere.
Don't talk to her.
You know, don't do nothing until I get back, all right? Always wanted a little girl.
- [DOOR SLAMS.]
- She's not here.
- She's not [SPEAKING SICILIAN.]
- Whoa, whoa.
You were supposed to be watching Elisa Marie! Where are your guys? [INAUDIBLE.]
.
Your place has been hit.
I just found their bodies out back.
First Joe, then Benny, now the little girl is missing? I love my family, yet attachment only leads to suffering.
Don't say that you don't care! I didn't say that.
I do care.
I care very much.
We don't know yet if the girl's been hurt, which means there is still time to clean up this asshole's mess.
- [CELL PHONE RINGING.]
- I-i-i-it's a blocked call.
Take the call.
Take the call.
Put it on speaker.
TOMMY: Hey, Auntie.
I got something you want.
You got something I want.
Let's make a trade.
First, you put Elisa Marie on.
I'd have thought you would've known how this worked by now.
I'm the one making the demands here.
That copy of the recording you got with my voice on it? I need it.
Bring it to me, and I'll let Elisa Marie go.
Not until I talk to her.
You're just gonna have to take my word for it that she's okay.
I'll text you a location for the exchange once I'm there.
Hey, Uncle Carlo.
How you doing? I know who that guy is.
That's Tommy Egan.
Excuse me? The guy who took Elisa Marie? It's Tommy fucking Egan.
Tony Teresi's kid? Yeah.
This is all your fault, Vincent.
And how is that? It's easy to see the faults of others, difficult to see one's own.
You let Teresi and his bastard son get too close.
This asshole killed Joey.
Probably killed Benny, and now he's taken Elisa Marie.
So it's on you to deliver this Tommy Egan to me now.
KATE: So you don't have a boyfriend? I'm only 11.
Ah, trust me.
The boys are gonna be all over you.
I used to have to dump a bucket of cold water on Tommy just to keep him from bringing a baby home.
[LAUGHS.]
Both he and Jamie oof, they were inseparable.
- Jamie? - Yeah.
James St.
Patrick.
He's like my other son.
Mm, he might be New York's next lieutenant governor.
Wouldn't that be something? Does, um, Mr.
St.
Patrick have a nickname? Does anyone ever call him Ghost? - [DOOR CLICKS OPEN, SLAMS.]
- TOMMY: Fuck! Ma, what the fuck is going on in here? - I specifically said no talking! - KATE: Yeah, okay.
But you kinda left out the part about kidnapping her.
- [KNOCKING AT DOOR.]
- TOMMY: Shit.
Okay, look, you two get in the back.
Come on, move it, move it.
[KNOCKING CONTINUES.]
Hey, make a sound.
I dare you.
He's kidding.
- Paz, what you doing here? - Yeah, uh, when you went to Angela's funeral, uh, you said if I ever needed anything, uh, to reach out.
- Yeah, I remember.
- Yeah.
Paz, what the fuck is you doing with that? I need you to kill Jamie for me.
I need you to kill the man who murdered my sister.
- You want me to kill Ghost? - Who? Uh, Jam-Jamie? Yeah, Paz, I can't do that.
Bullshit! I know what you're capable of, Tommy! You've done it before! You think people in the hood don't talk? Huh? You think I don't know about the things you've done in the past? - Paz, you came to the wrong place.
- No, here, take this.
I don't want your fucking money.
- It's time to go.
- No, here.
No, no, no! Listen to me! Just do this one thing for me, and you'll never see me again.
- [GRUNTS.]
You gotta go.
- I'll never ask for you - anything from you again.
Please, - You gotta go.
Bye, Paz.
- Tommy, please! Tommy! - [BANGING ON DOOR.]
Wow, seems like you're not the only one trying to kill Jamie.
Ma, shut the fuck up.
Ooh, Elisa Marie, honey, will you wait for me over there? What are you gonna do, Tommy? Kill a little girl? Well, if I do, it's your fault for running your fat fucking mouth.
You're the one that put an underage girl up here against her will.
You gonna put that on me too? Yeah.
Thanks for your help.
We out of here.
Hey, kid, get your backpack.
We're leaving.
What are you gonna do with her o-once you get the recording? - She told you about that? - Whatever.
She's innocent.
For God's sake, Tommy, she's the same age as Cash! You keep his name out of your fucking mouth.
Not once did you show concern for him while his mother was still alive.
You don't get to pretend you care now.
Come on, kid.
Let's go.
Where are you taking me? You'll find out soon enough.
You gonna try to exchange me for the recording? Given what I know about my Great-Uncle Carlo, I'm not so sure how it's gonna play out for either of us.
Come on.
Why can't you just tell me where we're going? How about you go back to not talking, huh? Fine.
Oh, this is pretty.
Who's this for? What are you doing? Give me that.
Jeez.
I was just saying it was pretty.
My bad.
Who's Cash? Were you gonna give that ring to his mom? [SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
My mom died too.
I remember my dad got her this beautiful ring a yellow gold band with a crown setting.
Diamond was perfect.
Their marriage, not so much.
I wanted that ring so bad.
She said she would give it to me if I ever decided to get married.
What happened to it? She sold it to a pawnshop to get high.
I've seen that movie before.
My Ma's a junkie too.
I know.
My mom kept promising me she would buy it back when she got her new job.
Then she relapsed.
Again.
Only this time, she didn't wake up.
God, is it terrible that I miss that ring more than her? Can I ask you something? Did you kill my father? What? Why would you ask me a thing like that? 'Cause I wanna know the truth.
In my experience, nothing good ever came from knowing the truth.
I don't care.
I want to know.
For what? Closure? Healing? No matter what Dr.
Phil says, that shit don't exist.
People die for a lot of reasons most of them stupid.
My advice? Don't waste your time trying to find meaning in it.
If you're gonna kill me anyway, you might as well just tell me.
Why you think I'm gonna kill you? Dad used to always say, "No witnesses, no jail time".
I'm a witness, right? What you think your father really did for a living? You know what he really did? Criminal defense.
He protected people like you.
Yeah.
Well, to do that kind of work, you gotta get your hands dirty, and your dad's were filthy.
A lot of people had a reason to kill him.
Were you one of them? Because of this recording you want to get rid of so badly? Before this morning, I didn't know that recording still existed, but now that I do, it's a problem one I intend to solve.
Fine.
I know who my father was who he really was.
I heard him and Uncle Benny talking about why my mother died, how he pushed my mom into relapse and did nothing to help her when she got sick.
He left her to die.
Damn, kid.
He did it to protect me.
All he ever did was just try to protect me.
Uncle Benny too.
Now he's gone.
Just like everyone else I've ever loved.
It's like I'm all alone in this world.
[CELL PHONE BUZZES.]
Fuck is this? Yo, it's me.
You out the can already? Nah, I got a burner inside.
Listen, I know who got us jammed up at the warehouse.
TOMMY: Yeah? I'd be real curious to know that shit.
I'm starting to think that B.
G.
might have turned.
I can't find him nowhere.
He ain't in there with you, is he? Wasn't B.
G.
that snitched.
B.
G.
's dead, man.
What? B.
G.
's dead? Did you fucking kill him? No, but I think the same motherfucker who did gave up the warehouse the nigga with the ankle monitor.
Fucking Dre? Y'all were supposed to handle that shit.
Shit went sideways.
Me and Spank went to find a place to put him.
Came back, your boy was sitting there with his fucking brains blown out, and that rat nigga was gone.
We missed him in here too.
You gotta pay him a visit.
And you're just telling me this now? When the fuck was I 'posed to tell you? You seen me get jammed up.
How I know you still inside? Maybe you're just trying to pin this on someone so you could cut a deal.
Fuck out of here.
You know I'm a soldier.
Just check the MCC logs.
The nigga you want is out on the street and he need to get got.
Honestly, I'd love to help you out, but I got a surplus of people I need to dead right now, and as it turns out, someone from inside my operation dropped Poncho on me, so I can't trust none of y'all motherfuckers.
See you in 20, homey.
Dre's still alive.
Can't let that motherfucker live.
- Wait, wait, who's Dre? - [ENGINE TURNS OVER.]
ELISA MARIE: Wh-where are we going? What about the recording? TOMMY: I was wrong about my brother.
Now he's in trouble, and I need to help him out.
- [ENGINE STOPS.]
- Look, kid, you're not alone.
You still got one person that cares about you.
I don't understand.
Well, then listen real close.
Go to your aunt.
Tell her I never touched a hair on your head, all right? Is this about the guy who used to be your friend, Ghost? - Are you gonna kill him? - No, I'm gonna go save him.
Now, go.
Hurry up! [ENGINE TURNS OVER.]
[TIRES SQUEALING.]
Elisa Marie.
Oh, God.
[LAUGHING.]
Oh, my God.
Are you okay? [TENDER MUSIC.]
Tariq, I been hitting you up.
Where you been? Why you dressed like that? Party at Truth with your boy.
You got the recording? Recordings, not yet.
I still gotta have a little conversation with that bitch-ass, Andre Coleman.
- You seen him? - Yeah, I actually have.
He was at Truth talking to my dad.
He was asking about some money.
Think he's trying to go out of town or some shit.
I heard he got some murder pinned on him some guy named Jason.
Did they scoop him up? Did he-did he make bail? I don't know.
Why? What's up? I thought Ghost was the one that murdered LaKeisha, but I was wrong.
I thought Ghost shut down my drug store.
You know what? That wasn't him neither.
I thought he lied to me about Proctor, but I'm realizing that Proctor betrayed us both.
Tariq, I been wrong about a lot of shit.
Fuck that shit.
He's a fucking liar, Uncle Tommy.
He ruined all of our lives.
Can't you see that? I know it.
I know it.
You right, but he didn't do none of that shit.
All this shit you was talking about killing Ghost, and now you just want to back out? Man, I knew you couldn't fucking do this shit.
Dre is the one who shut down my organization.
What do you think he's gonna do when he finds out that Ghost set him up for Jason's murder? The same shit you should've done a long time ago, Uncle Tommy.
You don't know the whole story with Ghost, just like I didn't know the whole story with Teresi.
It wasn't till after I killed him that I learned that the truth was a lot more complicated than I thought.
You understand that? 'Cause now I gotta live with that shit every day.
What are you saying? If Dre's trying to leave town but he got a reason to make a move on your dad, he gonna do that shit tonight, most likely where you just came from.
What I'm saying is, come with me, Tariq.
We gonna set up a trap for Dre.
Fuck that.
I ain't helping save Ghost, and neither should you.
You need to do this with me.
After this, all the snake shit that I done to you, you done to Ghost, Ghost done to me, it's all gonna be forgiven.
We can be a family again.
If Dre wants to kill Ghost, I ain't getting in the middle of that.
[TIRES SQUEALING.]
[TENSE MUSIC.]
Tommy.
Hope you're not in a rush.
We have some unfinished business.
[TIRES SQUEALING.]
F - [GUNSHOTS.]
- [GRUNTS.]
[GRUNTS.]
[GUNFIRE.]
[GLASS SHATTERING.]
[GRUNTS.]
[TRIGGER CLICKS.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY, GRUNTS.]
Tommy, please don't shoot.
I got no problem with you.
[GUNSHOTS.]
[BREATHES HEAVILY.]
Drop the weapon and turn around, you fucking mutt.
[GUN CLATTERS.]
I'm going slow, Vincent.
I'm going slow.
You don't know when to quit, do you, huh? You know that's your weakness, Tommy? You're always trusting the wrong people like Benny and that little godson of yours, Tariq.
Tariq ain't got nothing to do with this.
Oh, no? How do you think I found you [SCREAMS.]
[GRUNTS.]
[HISSES.]
Ah, fuck! [GRUNTS.]
[GROANING.]
No.
[BOTH GRUNTING.]
[COUGHS.]
What now, huh? [BOTH GRUNTING.]
Thought you could fuck with my money and get away with it? This is for all that foul shit you done to Tariq! And this is for my old man.
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
[GUN COCKING.]
[GUNSHOT.]
Motherfucker.
[BREATHING SHALLOWLY.]
Fuck.
[SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
- Ghost.
- Hey, Tommy.
- Ghost.
- Hey, man.
- Oh, my God.
- Hey.
I just saw Dre outside.
Did he do this? No, no.
G-give me your hand.
Come on.
- [GHOST GROANING.]
- Oh, fuck.
You're gonna be all right, brother.
You're gonna be all right.
You hang in there for me, all right? Come on, you've been through worse than this.
I don't know about this time.
Yeah, this time.
This time.
- Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, no.
- What? GHOST: No, no.
Tommy, Tommy, Tommy.
- No, don't do it.
- [HISSES.]
No, no.
Let it go.
Let it go, Tommy.
- Let it go.
- I tried to get here in time.
I tried.
- Hey, hey.
- [SIREN WAILING.]
Look at me.
Look at me.
Look at me.
You gotta go.
No, I ain't going nowhere.
- I ain't going nowhere.
- [CHUCKLES.]
No, no, no.
[STRAINED.]
Bro.
[VOICE BREAKING.]
No, you stay with me.
- You stay with me.
- Yeah.
- Stay with you.
- Stay with me.
- Stay with you.
- Ghost? Ghost, don't go.
Ghost? Ghost! Ghost, come on, man! Don't do this! [SOMBER MUSIC.]
Ghost? [INHALES SHARPLY.]
[SIRENS WAILING.]
[STRAINED GRUNT.]
Ma? You heard.
Why'd you kill him? Ma, I didn't do it.
I didn't believe you, but now I get it.
You were jealous 'cause Jamie always got the girls, all the attention you wanted, but more than that, he saw a life beyond Queens, and you hated him for it.
That's why you want to leave, to be more like him, but you will never, ever be anything without Jamie.
I'm somebody, Ma.
Ma, I always been somebody.
I don't want a goddamn thing Ghost had.
I'm my own man.
Well, you say whatever you need to say to make yourself feel better, but right now right now, I can't even look at you.
You are not the son I raised! Ma? Ma! Ma, I'm your own flesh and blood, and you still choosing him over me? I loved him too, Ma, but Ghost is dead.
He's gone, and he ain't never coming back.
I'm all you got.
Jamie left me some money, so I don't need you no more.
You can go to hell or California.
Same thing.
Guess I got no reason to stay here after all.
[KEYS CLATTER.]
He left you something too, if you care.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Get out of my sight.
[MICHAEL KIWANUKA'S "PLACE I BELONG".]
MICHAEL: Ooh I'm moving on My friends are leaving My friends are gone [CHOIR VOCALIZING SOULFULLY.]
MICHAEL: I'm In the place [CELL PHONE BUZZING.]
- MICHAEL: I belong - Yeah? I know who snitched on you about Poncho.
He ain't in here no more.
He out there.
Who? Just got sent home.
Fucking Spanky.
Spanky? He tell you that? Nah, but he just got released one day after talking with the Feds.
- How that look? - Shady as hell.
Ain't that your boy, though? - That nigga's food.
- [CELL RATTLES.]
How else you explain the timing? He ain't got no money to post bail.
Oh, and by the way, I took care of that nigga Dre.
My man.
We straight, 2-Bit.
You keep your head up in there.
[TIRES SQUEALING.]
[ENGINE REVS.]
[ENGINE REVS, SHUTS OFF.]
Fancy meeting you here.
Hey.
Who told you I was out? 2? You can't believe anything that he says.
Let me tell you something.
He sent that dude to beat up 'Keisha at her spot.
You can't trust him.
Maybe I can't, but everything he ever told me was true, and he ain't out.
- You are.
- SPANKY: Look, Tommy.
I'ma be straight-up with you.
I thought you flipped on us.
You was the only one from the crew who didn't get wrapped up.
You really think I'm gonna shut down my own business, Spanky? To save your own ass, hell yeah.
Shit, I used to say fuck the police, but now I'm saying fuck jail.
Shit, they was throwing life at me, but you know I ain't going to get on no stand, though.
I figured as much, Spank.
Just wanted to make sure before I move on.
I'm starting a new organization in a new place.
Yeah? You going somewhere? Yeah, I'm thinking about it.
- Where you going? - You really want to know? [CLICKS TONGUE.]
Come on, now.
- You know you gotta tell me.
- All right.
I'll tell you, but then I gotta kill you.
California.
[GUNSHOT.]
[DARK MUSIC.]
[TIRES SQUEALING.]
[CAR DOOR CLICKS OPEN.]
[DOOR CLICKS SHUT.]
There was nothing on that laptop.
Are you here to kill us? [CHUCKLING.]
No.
[SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
Did you save your friend? I know you killed my father.
You won't say, but I know.
Look, kid, I get it if you feel some type of way about me, but whether I did it or not, it don't matter.
But if you wanna come and see me about it someday, I'll understand.
Wait.
Here's the last of it.
You had it the whole time? [CHUCKLES.]
Nice work, kid.
I'll see you around.
[MICHAEL KIWANUKA'S "PLACE I BELONG".]
MICHAEL: Ooh [CAR DOOR CLICKS OPEN, SLAMS.]
I'm moving on [TIRES SQUEALING.]
MAN: And looking over at politics, following the murder of lieutenant governor hopeful and nightclub owner James St.
Patrick, some wonder if Councilman Rashad Tate will take his place.
- Fuck me.
- MAN: Coming up, we have news on sports.
[WARREN G'S "REGULATE".]
WARREN G: It was a clear black night, a clear white moon Warren G was on the streets trying to consume Some skirts for the eve so I can get some phones Rolling in my ride, chilling all alone NATE DOGG: Just hit the east side of the LBC On a mission trying to find Mr.
Warren G Seen a car full of girls, ain't no need to tweak All you skirts know what's up with 213 WARREN G: So I hooks a left on 21 and Lewis Some brothers shooting dice, so I said, "Let's do this" I jumped out the ride and said, "What's up?" Some brothers pulled some gats, so I said, "I'm stuck" NATE DOGG: Since these girls peeping me I'ma glide and swerve These hookers lookin' so hard, they straight hit the curb Onto bigger, better things than some horny tricks I see my homey and some suckas all in his mix WARREN G: I'm getting jacked, I'm breaking myself I can't believe they taking Warren's wealth They took my rings, they took my Rolex I looked at the brother, said, "Damn, what's next?" NATE DOGG: They got my homey hemmed up and they all around Can't none of them see him if they goin' Straight pound for pound They wanna come up real quick Before they start to clown I best pull out my strap And lay them bustas down WARREN G: They got guns to my head I think I'm going down I can't believe it's happening in my own town If I had wings, I would fly, let me contemplate I glanced in the cut and I see my homey Nate NATE DOGG: Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole Nate Dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold Now they dropping and yelling It's a tad bit late Nate Dogg and Warren G had to regulate You tried to take me on, and you knew you couldn't beat me.
How'd you like to help us put James St.
Patrick behind bars? He's already unstoppable.
Unless you stop him Tasha.
We will get the job done.
You only get one shot at this.
- All I need is one shot.
- [GUNSHOT.]