04x01 - I Don't Die Easy

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[DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYS]

[FUNKY HIP-HOP BEAT LAYERS IN]

[TARIQ] Previously on Ghost...

Mecca is dead.

His drugs belong to me.

It seems y'all can't keep Noma
happy so I'm your new boss now.

- Nah. No.
- [DIANA] Do you think

- Monet had Papi k*lled?
- When I brought it up to her,

she threatened to k*ll me.

What's stoppin' her from killin' us too?

I found out last night that
Saxe is working with the feds.

I'm sorry, but I can't ask
for protection for you now.

[DIANA] Tariq, what about Effie?

[TARIQ] We broke up.

Effie Morales, you are under arrest.

What the f*ck? What f*cking for?

[BLANCA] Attempted m*rder.

[JENNY] You stated that
Ms. Morales kidnapped you

and pushed you into an icy river?

That is what you told me to say.

[MAN] They played you.
I'm pullin' the plug.

This is done.

- Junior.
- Mom?

This, uh, came for you in the mail.

[YOUNG] It's from that lawyer,
Cooper Saxe.

It's time for Monet to go.

D, what are you asking me right now?

[DIANA] Put two through
the window and drive off.

I'll tell Dru and Cane
I never saw the k*ller's face.

- [TIRES SQUEALING]
- [g*nf*re]

Ma.

You tried to k*ll our mother.

- You almost k*lled me too.
- Anya Covington.

Your daughter.
I got people with eyes on her.

Perhaps you've flown
too close to the sun, luv.

[TARIQ] Yo, what the f*ck did you do?

I told Noma that you were
threatening her daughter.

This b*tch.

Been wanting to do this for a long time.

[DRAMATIC MUSICAL STING]

♪ ♪

[BRAYDEN] I think I took
one of those f*ck out.

[TARIQ] Yo, B, what the f*ck?
How did you know?

[BRAYDEN] Obi called me.
Something about green cards.

What do we do now?

Man, I don't know.

I think we just started
a f*cking w*r though.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

[SINGER] ♪ 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 ill*gal, 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 ♪

♪ Homie, 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 h*s ♪

♪ sh**t the ball or the strap
Learn to rap or to jack ♪

♪ f*ck it, man, in the meantie
Go ahead and pump a pack ♪

♪ This my regal royal flow
My James Bond bounce ♪

♪ That 007 That's 62 on my count ♪

♪ I'm a undercover liar
I lie under the covers ♪

♪ Look a b*tch in the eyes and
Tell her, "Baby, I love you" ♪

♪ "You're my inspiration
You're my motivation" ♪

♪ "You're the reason that I'm
Moving with no hesitation" ♪

[SINGER] ♪ 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 ♪

- ♪ Ohh ♪
- ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I just happen To come up hard ♪

♪ Legal or ill*gal, baby
I gotta make it ♪

♪ ♪

[MUSIC FADES]

They got away.

Your incompetence will anger Noma.

That'll be overshadowed
by your disloyalty.

- My what?
- I know about the green cards.

That's why you allowed that kid...

- What the f*ck happened here?
- They let Brayden in

and allowed Ebony and Ivory to get away.

f*ck. These little shits
are starting to annoy me.

- [DRAMATIC HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS]
- ♪ I'm hanging with K*llers ♪

[GROANING]

♪ Don't respond to sh*t With Von... ♪

[CANE] f*ck!

- Here. Let me help you.
- Get the f*ck off me!

Where's my f*ck' g*n at?

Cane, you're bleeding really bad.

This n*gga Tariq shot my mom.
The m*therf*cker's dead.

♪ "He talking about me
In 'Pissed Me Off'" ♪

♪ And I'm like, "Yes"
If you feel some type of way ♪

♪ You better slide and get revenge ♪

♪ k*ller man, switches on me
All face shots ♪

♪ We changing dental plans
All fast cars ♪

♪ Make it skrrt
We don't do rental vans... ♪

I cannot f*cking believe we got away.

- So what's the plan?
- These m*therf*ckers, man.

These m*therf*ckers
set me up, man. f*ck!

Noma. Cane.

f*cking Dru, Diana.

That snake b*tch Effie.

And I know they're all lookin'
out for their f*ck' selves.

Hey, you're not hearing me, Riq.

We need somewhere to go, okay?

I planned this as far
as getting us outta here.

Yeah, well, I hadn't planned
for a f*cking w*r, B.

So what, that's it? We're f*cked?

[SIGHS]

Riq.

[MUSIC FADES]

Listen. I need everyone to be
crystal clear about this.

My Tariq problem gets solved today.

He knows too much about me.

Diana, Dru, you should know
a weak point to exploit.

If not, find one. Cane...

Listen, lady, I don't need
a f*ck' pep talk, okay?

Agreed. You need a f*cking doctor.

One will be at your penthouse shortly.

I need the casualties
on their end, not mine.

- I'll drive him.
- Do that.

Afterwards, I want you out
on the streets as well.

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS]

You were f*cking Tariq, right?

- Um...
- Then yeah,

you should be able to find him.

- Noma, our mother...
- I know Monet is of concern,

but this has to be your priority.

Understood?

Understood.

Got some bread stashed in here?

I guess that's the next best thing.

Yeah. I got a play for us.

I'm listening.

I wasn't bluffing when I said I had eyes
on Noma's daughter Anya.

Well, you think Noma was bluffing?

I bet she had an army take her away.

It couldn't happen that fast.

Okay, well, then she has an army
waiting to take her away.

- f*ck that idea.
- Listen, man. An hour ago,

I had everything set for me. All right?

Life, school, my family was always safe.

I'm not lettin' nobody
take that sh*t from me, B.

Now, if Anya's the only thing
that Noma gives a f*ck about,

we take her and we take
the upper hand, that's it.

Wait, what?

You know that sounds
f*cking crazy, right?

You asked for a plan, B!
That's my f*cking plan.

What, you have anywhere to go?

You have anyone in your
family that can help us?

I thought so.

♪ ♪

[SIGHS]

f*ck it. Where's Anya at?

[DRAMATIC HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS]

[CELL PHONE VIBRATING]

[VIBRATES, CALL PICKS UP]

[TARIQ] Hey, yo, Pinky.
You still got eyes on Anya?

Yeah, they're on the move.
She has luggage.

I'll keep following, but you
better hurry before she's gone.

♪ ♪

We just got publicly curb stomped

and you wanna ask for more?
You out your damn mind?

- We can't give up.
- Who gave up?

St. Patrick beat us at every turn,
the bosses wanna cut their losses,

and Jenny abandoned ship
to go chase mob guys.

It's over, Agent Young.

I found a new way in
with Saxe's jump drive.

Tariq St. Patrick and Councilman Tate

are connected to expedited
green cards for an Obi Okeke.

If the jump drive
from crooked-a*s Saxe was solid,

it woulda worked already.

Some work that I did on my own
that I'm still doing

could reveal a bigger drug conspiracy.

Agent Young!

Do you think I'm happy we're
letting a f*cking k*ller walk?

It goes against every fiber of my being.

But this office is done with this case.

- [IN SPANISH]
- _

[IN ENGLISH] And if you want
a career that's worth a damn,

you'll be done with it too.

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS]

f*ck it.

♪ ♪

Yo, you drivin' slow as sh*t.
Make this left.

Can you calm the f*ck down?

Just hurry up and drop me off
so you can... [GROANS]

you can do whatever it is
you do, like you always do.

Wow. Whatever, bro.

You are always on bullshit.

'Cause Effie always gonna
look out for Effie, right?

Cane!

I know it was you that
sent me that phone

to warn me when I was locked up.

Yeah, you're f*ck' welcome.

I'm just not used to people
lookin' out for me, okay?

You were tryin' to help me
and I pushed you away.

Is this you saying sorry?
Make this right up here.

This isn't the way to your place.

'Cause we're goin' to
the f*ck' Westons'.

Yo, what the f*ck is you doing?

Are you f*cking crazy?

- The Westons'?
- Listen,

these m*therf*ckers is gonna tell me

where Dumb and Dumber's at, all right?

Is you comin' or what?

f*ck no.

Just what I thought. I'll f*ck' walk.

Cane.

Cane!

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]

[GASPS SOFTLY]

[MONITOR BEEPING]

[NURSE] Multiple g*nsh*t wounds
to the abdomen and legs.

[CONVERSATION CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY]

[DOCTOR] b*llet fragments
lodged in the femoral artery

have to be extracted.

[NURSE] Yes, doctor.

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER IN OPERATING ROOM]

Nah.

Nah. Hell no.

Hell no!

I ain't goin' out like this.

How the f*ck did this happen?

'Cause you're slipping, Nay-Nay.

Well, hey, you're not dead. Yet.

But I don't know
what you're fighting it for.

I mean, your whole life has just been

one f*cked-up decision after the next,

starting with leaving me.

Where the f*ck am I?

You didn't tell her yet, did you?

No. Figured we'd do that together.

You're dying, Mo.

And we get a front-row seat.

Now that's some bullshit.

f*ck you, and f*ck you.

I didn't want life wit' your asses

and I damn sure don't want
hell wit' you either.

[LAUGHS] This b*tch.

No f*ck' remorse.

Yeah, I don't know if that
attitude is gonna help you, Mo.

[MECCA] Mm.

[LORENZO] Can you give us
one reason, just one,

why you should live?

[MUSIC FADES]

Okay.

Okay. Uh, yeah, thank you.

Ma's in surgery.
They're gonna keep us updated.

If Monet wakes up

and starts asking questions,
we're f*cking dead.

It's either her or us.

Maybe we were wrong, Dru.

I knew some bullshit
was goin' on wit' you.

Ma is in the hospital
fighting for her life

because she sacrificed herself
to save me.

Forget about the fact she kept
you in the f*ck' life

and that's why that sh*t
happened in the first place.

Forget about the fact
she made me k*ll Gordo.

Forget all that sh*t.

She k*lled Papi.

I know, Dru.

Wasn't it you who said
she can't get away with that?

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

Tariq is the only one
who knows what we did.

We take him out. That's it.
We have to get to him first.

I can't believe we're doing this.

She doesn't need to know she's
getting kidnapped, all right?

If Brayden wants his sister
back, then he'll come to us,

and then we take out Tariq.

Hey, Diana. Dru.

Becca, um...

I'm sorry to tell you this, but...

Brayden's in trouble.

What do you mean? What happened?

He owes some money to some bad people

so he reached out
to my brothers for help.

And now we're gonna go help him.
You should roll with us.

- I-I better call my parents.
- No.

It's better we fix this for Brayden

before we get your family involved.

Yeah. Come on. I'm just parked outside.

[HESITANTLY] Okay.

[DARK, FOREBODING MUSIC PLAYING]

[WHISPERS] f*ck.

There's no way we're getting to her.

Let's get the f*ck outta here.

And be on the run for the rest
of our f*ck' lives, B?

Look, we're outmanned
and we're outgunned.

So that's why we gotta outthink 'em.

Hop in the truck right there.

- This is f*ck' crazy.
- Come the f*ck on!

Ms. Covington.

There better be a manicurist onboard
or I'm losing my sh*t.

Well, u-unfortunately, your
mother requested the jet last minute.

Hey, if you could just not...

Look, I just need...

[LOUD MUSIC PLAYS IN HEADPHONES]

Okay.

["START A RIOT" BY DUCKWRTH
AND SHABOOZEY PLAYS]

♪ Who in here tryin' to start a riot? ♪

[MAN] There's a car comin' at us!

♪ Who in here tryin' to start a riot? ♪

[SONG MUTES, PLAYS IN HEADPHONES]

[VOLUME INCREASES] ♪ Who in here
Tryin' to start a riot? ♪

♪ So high up I can see the flow ♪

- ♪ Down he go ♪
- ♪ Down ♪

♪ It's a plane, it's a UFO ♪

♪ Find the flow, let me know ♪

♪ If you bump that action
It don't matter ♪

♪ Just let me know-ow, know ♪

♪ Make way ♪

♪ I'm comin' through with
My crew to make 'em pay ♪

[MUTED] ♪ I don't need no super suit ♪

[UNMUTED] ♪ I'm feelin' brave ♪

♪ Don't be a hero
Turn around and walk away ♪

♪ Who in here tryin' to starta Bang ♪

[TIRES SQUEALING]

[BRAYDEN] f*ck! They got away with her.

At least that's a few less
m*therf*ckers after us.

Come on.

♪ ♪

♪ Who in here tryin' to start a... ♪

What the f*ck was that?

Huh? They almost got her.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Get out.

Everyone! Get the f*ck out of my house!

Dickheads.

Hurry up!

Anya'll be here any f*cking minute.

Did you not f*cking hear me?

This bloodshed has risked
everything we've built.

Don't f*cking lecture me
on what I've built.

What I'm saying

is that the situation has... escalated.

I don't want you exposed.

What, you think I do? Huh?

You think I wanna be exposed?

Mecca was supposed to be on
the frontlines for me.

But he's no longer available now, is he?

No.

What, you think I wanna be here?

Huh? You think I want Anya
in the middle of this sh*t?

I can't have those pissants
running around freely.

They've been privy to too much.

[SIGHS] f*ck!

Let me take care of this for you.

You don't need to carry
these burdens alone.

Mecca is long gone, but...

I'm here. Hm?

Let me help you.

Please.

[GRUNTS]

Think with the head that's useful!

They went after my f*cking daughter.

Put $100,000 on Tariq
and Brayden's heads.

Spread the word.

Now!

f*ck' idiot.

Darling. Sweetheart, you're here.

Yeah. First, you say I have
to get out of the city.

Then I get pulled off the runway
and brought here.

Like, what the f*ck, Mom?

- Anya, some in this world...
- Wish us harm.

They envy us. Danger.
Blah, blah, blah. Like...

So you didn't see anything amiss today?

No. They just kept rushing me around.

Well, that's for the best, darlin'.

Ma, what the hell is up?

Anya, you know what happened
to your father.

Yeah. How could I forget?

I can't get that image of his dead body

lying there alone
with a b*llet in his head...

- Anya, don't be gruesome.
- Mom, Daddy would not want me

to live my life
like some scared little rabbit,

surrounded by your
monosyllabic bodyguards.

That is your choice. Not mine.

I-I-I want a new start.

- Dad wanted that for me.
- Yeah.

Your father's trust fund.
You wanna blow millions.

- It's my money.
- Not until you turn 21, dear.

Look, NYU was to be your focus.

Now, if the choice is money or school,

I say focus on your studies.

Okay, so maybe don't pull me out
of school

and ship me off somewhere for no reason.

Anya, there was a credible threat.

Who? What? Why?

Why can't you just listen to me?

Look, I hear what you're saying...

but I wonder what you're not telling me.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

[POUNDING ON DOOR]

[GRUNTS] Oh, f*ck.

What the f*ck, man?

What the hell are you doing here?

- Now that's just f*ck' rude.
- What the f*ck?

[GRUNTING] f*ck!

- [GRUNTS]
- Stop! Stop. Please, stop.

- Stop. Please stop.
- "Please"?

At least someone in this
f*cked-up family got some manners.

Get over here. Get the f*ck over here!

- Where's Brayden?
- I don't know.

- You don't f*ck' know?
- [GRUNTS]

Leave us out of whatever mess he's in.

I called the police.
They're on their way.

Listen. Figure out where he is

before I k*ll your other f*ck' son.

You hear me? You f*ck' hear me?

No! f*ck!

I'd tell you if I knew where he was,

but I don't. That's the truth.

Please! Brayden's life
has nothing to do with us.

Just leave us alone. Get off my son!

Cane!

k*lling them won't do sh*t because

they don't know where the f*ck they are.

- Do you?
- No.

We don't.

Please. Just go.

We won't tell the police anything.

We gotta get the f*ck outta here.

- [PANTING]
- We gotta get outta here.

[CANE] Fine.

- [PAINED MOANING]
- f*ck it.

[COUGHING]

[TENSE, DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

[COUGHING, CHOKING]

[MUSIC FADES]

Man, that sh*t didn't f*ck' work.

We gotta figure out our next plan, B.

Got enough bread to get outta town?

[SIGHS] Nah.

- You think Davis could help?
- I mean, possibly.

m*therf*cker probably deals with
sh*t like this all the time.

- [CELL PHONE VIBRATES]
- Hello?

- [BECCA] He tell you why?
- [DIANA] He didn't say.

- I just know he told my bro...
- My family's been through enough

and now Brayden's in trouble?

I mean, I don't really know
how much more...

I know you hear that.

I got your sister.

We'll be at Pier 90.

You and Tariq show up,
you get Becca back.

If not... I'm killin' her.

- Dru!
- [CALL ENDS]

- What the f*ck is going on?
- Dru has Becca!

sh*t!

Wait. Think this sh*t through.

All right? This could be
a f*ck' setup, B.

- I gotta get my sister, Riq.
- Let's call Davis

and see what he would do, Brayden.

They're at Pier 90.
You gettin' in or not?

Come the f*ck on, bro.

Think about this sh*t. Brayden!

[ENGINE STARTS]

Brayden!

[TENSE, DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

f*ck!

- [SIGHS]
- [LINE RINGS]

Davis, answer the f*ck' phone,
man. Please.

- [MELLOW HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS]
- [PHONE VIBRATES]

Hey, been waitin' on you
to get this party started.

All right, no phones.
I need all hands on deck.

- Told you he was fun.
- Your phone's buzzing.

Not more than you, baby.

All right. Let me wrap this up

and then I'll wrap you two up.

MacLean.

Davis, I need some f*ck' help.

All right? Noma, Effie.

Even the f*ck' Tejadas
are all workin' against me.

- They turned on me.
- Let me stop you right there,

my troubled young brother,
with some bad news.

- I'm no longer your lawyer.
- What the f*ck, Davis?

I got a letter today from the bar.

Apparently I'm in some trouble.

Just a side step.
But representation is on hold

- till I can clear it up.
- Listen, Davis,

I don't need a f*ck' lawyer
right now, all right?

You don't understand.

My attorney-client privileges
have been suspended.

So, uh, anything you say right now is...

Davis, I just need some f*ck' help!

I just need you to have my back!

This is me havin' your back, Tariq.

Be safe, little brother.

[SIGHS]

[PAINED GROANING]

About f*ck' time.

Blame the b*llet, not me.

[PANTING]

This'll make your arm numb
for about an hour.

You won't be able to use it.

I'm concerned about your blood loss.

You need to stay in and rest.
Recuperate.

Yeah, I'll make sure I do that.

I'm not supposed to say too much
under these circumstances but...

you're lucky to be alive.

You know what happens
to most g*nsh*t victims?

I mean, the odds of survival...

Hey man, I know what f*ck' b*ll*ts do.

All right. Thank you, doctor.

Appreciate it.

[SIGHING]

Your mom is tough as f*ck.

- She's gonna make it.
- Yeah, and how you know that?

Because I know how stubborn
you Tejadas are.

The b*ll*ts don't stand a chance.

Hm. Yeah, right.

You know, your lies
don't match your face.

You sayin' that like being
real's a bad f*cking thing.

[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

I'm not even gonna go there with you.

Thank you.

For, you know, getting me back here.

Don't read too deep into it.

I'm not.

I'm just...

[PAINED GRUNTING]

What's wrong?

What is it?

It's my face matching with my lies.

- Yeah.
- You dumbass.

Why you actin' like you
don't care about me, huh?

[TENDER MUSIC PLAYS]

What the f*ck was that?

This is stupid.

Yeah, so f*ck' stupid.

You tryin' to distract me?

Hm?

You know we gotta dead Tariq, right?

I know.

So let's go.

♪ ♪

- [MELLOW HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS]
- [DIANA] Hello?

What?

Yes, yes. I'll head to the hospital now.

[CALL DISCONNECTS]

Dru, Ma's surgery had
some complications.

We gotta get over there.

We can't. Not with her.

[DIANA] Dru, it's our mother.

You wanna go to the hospital so bad?

Take a f*cking cab.

You're a f*cking as*h*le, you know that?

Uh, what's going on?

My mom's in the hospital.
I have to Uber to go see her.

You... You'll be fine. Dru's got you.

Don't worry. I'll make sure
you get to Brayden.

[MUSIC CONTINUES]

You know what?

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

I'm just figuring this sh*t out.

Y'all are here to tell me
lies about myself.

That I did this, that, and the third.

Y'all don't know sh*t about my life.

Yo' a*s was in jail
when I was holding it down

and yo' a*s was a mistake
that made me a survivor.

Now I'm about to tune
both of y'all dumb asses out.

I ain't dying today.

Stubborn-a*s b*tch
right to the end, huh?

- Same problem I had.
- Mm.

But your life is gonna get cut short
before you can right your wrongs.

m*therf*cker, you k*lled Zeke!

That sh*t is unforgivable!

And you did what you always do.

Added hurt on hurt.

You took away your children's father.

Well now, to be fair, Zo, she has
been hurting her kids since birth.

Got 'em losing their souls
to these streets.

Look, I didn't get us
in this street sh*t.

But I damn sure made us survive it.

You been telling yourself
that lie for so long

you're beginning to believe
in your own bullshit.

- Hmm.
- Think about it.

I wasn't there when this drug operation
really took off, now was I?

This is all you.

But you wanted it all for yourself.

And you didn't give a f*ck
about your kids, now did you?

Everything I did, I did for our family!

k*lling me? That was for our family?

Oh, and abandoning Zeke,
that was totally for family.

[MONITOR BEEPS]

[MONITOR FLATLINES]

[GASPS] I'm not dying today.

- [NURSE] BP is dropping.
- f*ck that. I'm not dying today!

You know what I'm gonna
love the most about this?

Is that you don't get to hurt
our kids anymore.

Looks like you're finally getting
what you f*ck' deserve.

[FLATLINE TONE CONTINUES]

So, yeah, I'm trying to get
this case off the ground,

officially.

_

[IN ENGLISH] What makes
this case so complicated?

I... I can loop all the players
into a conspiracy

- but my bosses won't touch it.
- Hm.

But I have a plan to convince
one of the targets

that his only hope of avoiding
prison is to cooperate.

Isn't that a lie?

I can make the lie true if he flips.

It's a Hail Mary, but...

it's... it's worth a shot to take our...

run at Tariq St. Patrick.

[DRAMATIC MUSICAL STING]

St. Patrick? Are you serious?

Ma, I know what you're thinking...

No, you know what
that family did to your aunt.

That's exactly why I won't let this go.

Please, baby. You're all I have left.

I'm not gonna do anything dangerous

like Titi Angela did, okay?

_

[SIGHS]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]

[SHIP HORN BLARES IN DISTANCE]

Brayden isn't far.

I'm just gonna call my dad then.

What? No. No, uh... Nah.
Brayden didn't want that.

Well, then I'll just call Brayden.

Becca, don't... don't f*ck' do that.

- What the f*ck are you doing?!
- Stop, okay?

- What the f*ck?
- Give me the f*cking phone.

- Give me the f*cking phone!
- Get off me!

- Get...
- [YELLS]

Get away from me!

- f*ck!
- [COUGHING]

[GROANING]

f*ck' b*tch!

[TENSE, OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS]

- [COUGHING]
- [TIRES SQUEALING]

f*ck!

Becca!

- What the f*ck?
- You okay?

- I'm fine.
- Where's Dru?

I-I don't know.

[TIRES SQUEALING]

- [GLASS CRUNCHING]
- [TIRES SQUEALING]

[TENSE, DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]

[PAINED GROANING]

[GRUNTING]

[GASPS]

What the f*ck is Monet gonna do

when she figures out
your little plan, huh?

[g*nshots RICOCHET]

What the f*ck is Cane gonna do?

[BRAYDEN] Riq, get in the f*ck' car!

[FLATLINE TONE]

[DOCTOR PANTING] No pulse.
We're losing her.

[AIR PUFFING]

[FLATLINE TONE CONTINUES]

Do something. This is some bullshit.

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS]

Oh, my baby.

You broke my heart, Monet.

I can't do this.

Not with you, Zeke. I can't.

You never made it right between us.

Maybe I would have, but...

you died.

Before that.

It hurt like hell giving you away.

But it was the right thing
to do. I was so young.

"I, I, I, I."

It's all about you.

You used me.

I was your escape plan.

You... you shoulda just
left me in North Carolina.

[CRIES] Baby, I'm...

I got you caught up in
all this sh*t and I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry. You know that, right?

What's that matter to me?

It matters to me.

It matters to me. Please.

Give me a second chance.

To do right by Cane, Dru,
and Diana. Please. Please.

You really think you deserve
a second chance?

No.

But I want one anyway.

Please let me do right by my kids.

Please.

It ain't up to me.

Well, can you forgive me?

Can you forgive me, Zeke?
I'm... I'm so sorry.

♪ ♪

"Multiple conflicts of interest"?

That amounts to being
a damn f*cking good lawyer.

And I am.

They can't take away
my license for that.

Saxe was a snake in my grass,
you know that.

And if he were alive, he'd be disbarred.

[SIGHS] Oh, no.

No, I'm not letting anyone
take away the license

my brother sacrificed
his f*ck' life for.

Not happening!

- [BREATHING HEAVILY]
- [FOOTSTEPS ECHOING]

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS]

Uh, look here.

Somethin' just popped up. I gotta go.

- [DOOR OPENS]
- [g*n c*ck]

I see you know why I'm here.

You ain't the first m*therf*cker
to run up in here with a g*n.

Why don't you make a profit for yourself

by giving up Tariq St. Patrick?

- I don't give up my clients.
- Hm. How refreshing.

- A lawyer with a conscience.
- Hm.

You know, if my arm gets tired,

I'm just gonna sh**t you
to end this sh*t.

You're being shortsighted here, luv.

I could be your ally.

I'm really good to my friends.

- Is that right?
- Yeah.

Just give up the little guys?

Well, there's a $100,000 bounty
on each of their heads.

Easiest retainer you'll ever have...

sweetheart.

If you knew me,

you'd know how much I hate to say this.

f*ck your money... luv.

Ah.

I hope this won't be a decision
that you come to regret,

Mr. MacLean.

I don't do regrets.

You all have a nice day.

[DOOR SHUTS]

Gotta change those f*ck' locks.

[MUSIC FADES]

Becca! Oh my God, what happened?

Dad, I'm okay. I'm okay. Okay.

Dad, I'm sorry this happened.

Your drug dealing. Is that it?

Look, I-I just wanna go inside.
Can we figure this out later?

It's settled already.

Leave.

- Don't ever come back.
- Hey, don't say that to him.

This is how and whom
he wants to live like.

- Then go be that.
- Hey, Dad, I need help.

- Tariq and I...
- I don't think you get it.

Your brother was near beaten to death

because those th*gs came here
looking for you.

- Wait, what? They came here?
- Look at your sister.

Those jungle bunnies turned you into

a f*cking little white monkey.
You're not my son.

- f*ck' r*cist piece of sh*t.
- Dad, that's your son.

Not anymore.

Okay, f*ck this f*ck' family.

[DOOR SLAMS SHUT]

[CELL PHONE VIBRATES]

Get the f*ck outta New York.

- Now you wanna talk.
- What can I say?

I got a soft spot for the underdog.

Noma put 100k on your head.

- 100k?
- Each.

Your problem got bigger.

- f*ck.
- You need to f*ck' run.

- You got any money stashed away?
- [SIGHS]

I mean, I got a bag
at Stansfield I can go grab.

Good. Get it, get gone.

And call me when you're somewhere safe.

- All right. Good lookin', Davis.
- Stay alive, little brother.

- [CALL DISCONNECTS]
- [SIGHS]

This f*ck' b*tch Noma put 100k
on our heads, bro.

Each.

I got a bag at Stansfield
we can go grab.

They could be there waiting for us.

Yes, that's possible, but...

B, it's the only f*cking chance we got.

We get the money, we get
the f*ck outta here and...

What? What?

Nothing.

[EXHALES]

f*ck, B. I'm sorry I got you into this.

- I came back for you.
- I'm talking about everything.

All this bullshit.
This f*ck' game, bro.

I mean, you was right.
You shouldn't wanna be me, bro.

- I didn't mean that, Riq.
- I mean,

just think about it
for one f*cking second.

Just imagine life outside of this game

that we're f*cking stuck in.

Just imagine us just living like...

like two normal college kids for once.

What, like finals and f*cking
would be our only worries?

Yeah, sh*t like that, bro.

Doesn't that sound
so f*cking good right now?

[SIGHS] Facts.

[SIGHS]

You know what, Riq?

f*ck what happened before.

You're the only family
I got left, for real.

Where you go, I go. That's it.

I feel like if there was ever
a time for the handshake,

it'd be now. I mean,
I know you feel it too. Like...

[LAUGHING SOFTLY]

We're gonna get the f*ck
outta this sh*t, man.

f*ck' right, we are.

- [MONITOR BEEPS STEADILY]
- [SOMBER, DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]

[CELL PHONE VIBRATING]

They got the b*ll*ts out,
but Monet is in a coma.

You know what to do if she wakes up.

Smother her a*s with a f*ck' pillow.

Dru.

We got to see it
all the way through, Diana.

Becca got away, Tariq got away.

He said he would tell Monet
everything when she wakes up.

If you k*ll her,
that solves half our f*cking problem.

[CAR ALARM BLARING]

[CAR HORN HONKS]

- [MUSIC FADES]
- [INDISTINCT CHATTER NEARBY]

What's up, fellas?

Okay. f*ck you then too.
Hope y'all having a bad day.

- What's up with that sh*t?
- Excuse me? Hey, um...

have you seen Tariq St. Patrick?

- Uh, yeah, I don't...
- Uh, white girl,

don't point the police to a Black man.

What makes you think I'm a cop?

I mean, is there anything about
you that doesn't say cop?

[LAUGHS]

All right, whatever you say.

- Mm-hm. Thought so.
- How'd you know?

You gotta learn how to read
these m*therf*ckers, girl.

[SCOFFS] Let's go.

Can you teach me?

[CELL PHONE VIBRATES]

Look at this. 100k each
for Tariq and Brayden.

Need the money for
your school sh*t, right?

Hey, Effie. Is, uh, Tariq
in trouble or something?

- I don't know.
- Hm.

Well, the cops was just asking about him

but I ain't tell 'em that he was here.

Tariq's here?

Yeah. Uh, you're Diana's brother, right?

Gotta go.

Why do I even bother being polite
to rude-a*s m*therf*ckers?

Check this out. That 200k is ours.

I'ma let Noma know.

[GIRL SCOFFS]

[SENT MESSAGE NOTIFICATION]

["TALKIN' ABOUT" BY TOO MANY ZOOZ PLAYS]

[CELL PHONE VIBRATES]

[CELL PHONE VIBRATES]

♪ I got the sauce ♪

♪ Trippy taking pictures
Then delete that ♪

♪ When your n*gga start
To ask or keep me in tags ♪

♪ sh*t still, pop pills
Piling up the beaker ♪

♪ Till it's leaking Out the bag ♪

♪ I ain't even gotta brag ♪

♪ Blew 'em out the race again ♪

♪ White boy back to snatching
n*gga's chains again ♪

♪ Brrrrrdang ya main and swang
Back to playing the fence ♪

♪ If I ain't hit it, then I hit
'Em with a change of plans ♪

♪ My plane playing leap of faith ♪

♪ Before I'm jumpingin the audience ♪

♪ I bought a couple dutches
That'll suffice for t*rd ♪

♪ My target turn to a toss up
When every broad I pick up ♪

♪ Stirring up a ruckus cussing
Fussing in the arguments ♪

♪ Uh, wash it down with Crown
Drowning town to town ♪

♪ Counting down the miles
Boxing out your sound ♪

♪ Pound for pound with loud
Shotgun ounces down ♪

♪ Plow p-plow-p-plow ♪

♪ I can't show you
What's up in my mind ♪

♪ I can only tell you
What I'm talkin' about ♪

♪ I can't show you
What's up in my mind ♪

♪ I can only tell you
What I'm talkin' about ♪

♪ I can't show you
What's up in my mind ♪

♪ I can only tell you
What I'm talkin' about ♪

♪ I can't show you
What's up in my mind ♪

♪ I can only tell you
What I'm talkin' about ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I can't show you
What's up in my mind ♪

♪ I can only tell you
What I'm talkin' about ♪

♪ I can't show you
What's up in my mind ♪

♪ I can only tell you
What I'm talkin' about ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I can't show you
What's up in my mind ♪

♪ I can only tell you
What I'm talkin' about ♪

♪ I can't show you
What's up in my mind ♪

♪ I can only tell you
What I'm talkin' about ♪

♪ I can't show you
What's up in my mind ♪

- You ready?
- Yeah.

♪ I can't show you
What's up in my mind ♪

♪ I can only tell you
What I'm talkin' about ♪

♪ I can't show you
What's up in my mind ♪

♪ I can only tell you
What I'm talkin' about ♪

[SIGHS]

[CELL PHONE VIBRATES]

- sh*t!
- What is it?

They're here and there's
f*ck' more on the way.

Okay, well, we make a run for it.

We don't know what
we're running into, B.

I mean, f*ck it. It's them or us, right?

[SIGHS] Come on.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]

sh*t.

We should be good.

Tariq St. Patrick.

- Who's asking?
- Not asking. I know who you are.

And you're Brayden Weston.

Have a few questions about green cards
for the Okeke family.

Green cards?

I don't know sh*t about no green cards.

And we're actually late,
so if you'll excuse us.

- Very late.
- I've traced your connection

to Obi Okeke

and Okeke's connection to
a woman named Noma Asaju.

It's the piece we couldn't nail before.

I'm guessing... she's your connect.

I really don't know what
the f*ck you talkin' about.

- Hm.
- You readin' my rights?

Exactly. You think you smart and sh*t.

Take after my aunt.

Angela Valdez.

Angela Valdez was your aunt?

Yo, who the f*ck is Angela Valdez?

Federal prosecutor.

She was my dad's b*tch.

Saxe kept a file of everything.

And after I got into the green cards,
I was able to fill in the rest.

You leave now,

I get an arrest warrant for
the large quantities of drugs

you're moving
for Noma's criminal network, hm?

- I know...
- Oh sh*t.

[b*ll*ts RICOCHETING]

[YOUNG] Drop the weapon!

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

[MOUTHING]

- [SILENCED g*nsh*t]
- [g*nsh*t]

[BODY THUDS]

[TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES]

[GRUNTING]

Hey. [GRUNTS] Hey!

Put that g*n down.
You're in enough trouble.

- Tariq, what the f*ck?!
- Calm the f*ck down, B!

He's bluffing, a'ight?
He ain't got no f*cking warrant.

The feds never roll alone.

But still, what are you...
what are you gonna do,

k*ll a federal agent?

I got a plan.

Yeah? Well, I'd love to f*ck' hear it.

I'm taking this hard drive.

Go get the phone off Noma's guy.

- Take his f*ck' phone!
- Okay, okay.

f*ck.

- Come on, come on. Okay!
- Hurry the f*ck up, man.

There's f*cking blood everywhere!

f*ck. Okay, what's the plan?

We about to get some f*ck' leverage.

Call Noma!

[ICE CUBES CLINKING IN GLASS]

We have... a problem.

Yeah, well, that's typical
for today. What is it?

Hey, yo, Noma,
you see this f*ck right here?

This the federal agent that's
been digging in your business.

Show her your badge. You
wanna flash your sh*t, right?

Show her your f*ck' badge!

No idea what you're talking about.

Well, I was bettin' on you
to play the cautious game.

'Cause if you wanna stay
off the federal f*cking radar,

this m*therf*cker has to go.
I can make it happen for you, but...

I need a truce between us
for that to happen.

I'm not entertaining
this bullshit. f*ck off.

Listen, I can have this
evidence uploaded to you ASAP

so you can see for yourself.

But I promise you, Noma,
if this f*ck is alive,

you lose everything.

- I mean that sh*t.
- Tariq, I...

Shut the f*ck up! Shut the f*ck up!

[CALL MUTES]

Why isn't he dead?

We should accept his truce.

- Are you mad?
- If we don't...

we k*ll a college student on his campus

while a federal agent
is either kidnapped or k*lled.

All of law enforcement will be after us.

How is this f*cking possible?
I've been so careful.

With the authorities looking
into Lombardi's m*rder,

we can't risk going back
to Italy, now can we?

All we have is right here.

Can we risk it?

He went after my daughter.

Now that sh*t is unforgivable.

But this kid won't be my undoing.

And when the smoke settles,

I want him, and everything he loves,

k*lled.

[CALL UNMUTES]

You can live for the time being, Tariq.

But I never wanna hear
of you moving product.

Not as much as a f*cking aspirin.

Now that's the price for this truce.

All right, it's done!

[CALL ENDS]

Listen, we gotta find a way
to clean this sh*t up, B.

Yeah. How? It's a f*cking mess, Tariq.

Listen, I got this, all right?
Keep your g*n on him. Come on.

I'll get my prints on the fed's g*n

so it looks like I took out the sh**ter.

Call in a sh**ter, ditch the g*ns

and the money before this f*cking place
is full of cops, all right?

Bet. I'll use a campus phone.

I'll take care of this m*therf*cker.

I'll meet you in the car. Go.

Please. Tariq, you don't wanna do this.

Now, you know your Aunt Angela
was the worst f*cking thing

to ever happen to my dad.

And obviously he wasn't
too good for her either.

Or for you.

[CASING CLATTERS]

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC FADES]

[OPERATOR] Campus security.

- Hi, yes.
- What's your emergency?

Yeah, I wanna report someone
with a weapon on campus.

Do you recognize the person?

Yeah, I couldn't make out
their face but they had a g*n.

- Are you sure it was a g*n?
- Yeah, I heard g*nshots.

Please hurry. I'm scared. Send police.

- Okay.
- We're in the south lot.

All right. We'll send units now.

Thank you.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

[CELL PHONES VIBRATING]

f*ck!

How Noma gonna let
this m*therf*cker off the hook?

♪ ♪

f*ck that.

She musta had a good reason for
giving up the price on his head.

f*ck if I care.

I'ma act like I didn't get
the f*ck' text.

Cane, that's...

Noma's f*cking crazy, we don't even...

Shh.

There go the m*therf*cker right there.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]

[CELL PHONE VIBRATING]

- Hello?
- Noma just agreed on a truce

and this n*gga Cane is following me.

If he gets too close,

I'ma tell him exactly what
y'all had planned for Monet.

You better f*ck' not!

All right, so if y'all don't want
him to know, stop the n*gga.

I know you on campus. I'll be
at the south parking lot.

f*ck!

[PAINED EXCLAMATIONS]

[MUSIC FADES]

[MONITOR BEEPING STEADILY]

Is my mother gonna pull through?

[SIGHS] It's not my place to say.

Sorry.

It's best you spend some time with her.

[SOFT, DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]

[SOBS SOFTLY]

I miss you, Ma.

[SNIFFLES]

♪ ♪

Ma?

Nurse!

Nurse! Nurse, I need help.
She's waking up.

[NURSE] On my way.

Ma, I'm right here. Please stay
right here. Stay with me.

- [MUSIC FADES]
- [POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]

[CROWD CHATTER]

[WOMAN] Y'all, this is crazy!

[TARIQ] So I saw him go down,
I grabbed the guy's g*n

and did what I had to do
to stop the sh**ter.

[COP] So what you're saying is...

you were able to get the
agent's g*n after he went down

and then return fire on the g*nman?

[TARIQ] Yeah, I mean,
it happened so fast

I just didn't even think about it.

I just know that guy had to be stopped.

Stand down, Cane.

Just spoke to Diana. She said it
wasn't Tariq who shot Monet.

How the f...

Diana said she saw Tariq do it.

And what the f*ck happened to your face?

She's saying she made a mistake.

Ask her when we get
to the hospital, all right?

- Monet just woke up.
- This is bullshit.

And you know it.

But don't worry about it.
I'ma get to the bottom of it.

Get Noma's message?
This sh*t's all over.

We got the message, Dru.

[BRAYDEN] Yeah, we just basically...

We walked through there

and saw all the commotion.

We didn't really know
what was going on, so.

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYS]

Gotta go to the hospital.

[MUSIC DARKENS, TURNS OMINOUS]

[MUSIC FADES]

She's still sleeping. Doctor
thinks she's gonna make it.

- Perfect.
- It's better this way.

You know, I'm not gonna forget
you didn't go through on this.

Dru, it's done. Okay?

We all have to move on, as a family.

[DOOR OPENS]

So some other skinny,
big-head-a*s n*gga shot Moms?

I made a mistake, Cane.

And I don't feel like fighting
while Monet's recovering.

- Yeah.
- [MONET COUGHS]

[MONET] What the f*ck?

[SOFTLY] Oh, kids...

I love y'all.

We love you too, Ma.

You gangsta though.
We knew you'd come through.

Yeah, we need you.

And you'll be back
to your old self in no time.

And everything'll be like it was before.

Who did this sh*t?

We don't know.

Find out.

[SOFT, DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]

What the f*ck are we gonna do
now that we can't move product?

I don't know, bro.

Maybe it's a good thing.

What the f*ck do you mean
a good thing, B?

You know Noma could just be
waiting for us, right?

Waiting for the right time
to f*cking k*ll us, or my mom.

And look what just happened
to your family.

[SIGHS] Yeah. You're right.

And if Monet recovers,

who knows what kind of sh*t
that's gonna stir up.

That's exactly what I'm talking about.

These m*therf*ckers k*lled us
and left us breathing, bro.

That means no money,
no get-back, nothing.

We're f*cked, man.

What the f*ck are we gonna do?

[BELL TOLLING]

[DRAMATIC, SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]

[MAN] Forgive me, Father,
for I have sinned.

Like the book of Ephesians warns,

I'm filled with bitterness,
wrath, and anger.

[PRIEST] Have you acted on this anger?

No.

No. I hold close to my faith.

[PRIEST] I know how much pain
you've been in since you lost your wife.

[MAN] Denise was not lost.

She was m*rder*d.

[PRIEST] I'm sorry.

I know.

Have you given yourself
enough time to heal?

Did you go back to work too soon?

The task force keeps me busy.

Motivated.

It's the only thing
that makes me feel...

right.

I know that Denise

would like that I'm making
the streets safer.

[PRIEST] That's a lot to take on, son.

[MAN] He doesn't give us
more than we can handle.

Detective Carter.

Paz.

What's wrong?

My son, Junior.

Angel.

[GASPING SOFTLY]

He was m*rder*d.

[SOBBING]

[SIGHS] I'm... I'm sorry.

He had just joined the DEA, right?

Mm-hm.

- What happened?
- [SNIFFLES]

His office is buying some bullshit story

about a school sh**ter.

They're gonna close the case,
but I know they're wrong.

He was investigating Tariq St. Patrick
and other dealers.

[TEARFULLY] They k*lled him.

I know it.

I know it. Please help me.

I got you.

- [SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]
- [SOBBING]

I will nail whoever took your son.

I promise you.

[MUSIC SOFTLY INTENSIFIES]