Previously on Power...
Think they'll be loyal to you?
I think I'm last on their list of priorities.
I don't have anything to give you on St. Patrick.
But what I can say is if anyone is helping them out,
it's Angela Valdes.
They trace this back to me, I am dead in one second.
So we don't really care as long as we get our guy.
Do you really wanna snitch
on the only family you're gonna have left when I'm gone?
That's us over there.
I'm gonna make sure she's taken care of until the end.
We both will.
His boy Ghost is who called the hit
that got your boy popped in the leg.
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I can't protect my family without your alibi, 'Keisha.
I saw Kanan Stark at the penthouse during Raina's wake.
Are you being held against your will?
No, no, no, no, please!
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This is a brutal crime that has the entire city on edge.
It has shaken the NYPD,
which lost four of their own last night
in a brutal massacre, but here is what we do know:
late last night, four NYPD officers
gunned down in Queens.
The suspect, also found dead at the scene,
is Kanan Stark.
Kanan Stark has a long history of felony convictions,
including drug and weapons offenses.
He was recently freed from prison
off a prosecutorial misconduct inquiry.
He has no known surviving next of kin.
His son Shawn was murdered,
and that crime was never solved.
Police now looking into that crime as a...
Tasha, what you did was wrong.
You know what? You motherfuckers have lost your mind.
I did what I had to do.
You did? Well, you could've...
- What the fuck? - You could've followed the plan.
- We had a plan. - You knew where I stood on Kanan.
And I came to you about Kanan, Tommy.
- When? - But you were working with him.
- How was I supposed to trust you? - Because we're family.
And family doesn't go behind each other's back.
You... you're kidding with that shit, right?
Both of you know what the point is.
The point is that Tariq could've been killed.
- That's the point! - Listen.
I didn't know the shit was gonna go down like this, okay?
Well, Tasha, it did go down like this.
Kanan was supposed to get arrested, take a charge, just like before.
Your plan needed Tariq to make it happen.
What, one dead kid ain't enough for you?
- Fuck you, Ghost. - You deserve that shit.
I'm done.
It wasn't Mom's idea, it was mine.
I knew Kanan wasn't gonna go back to jail,
but I didn't tell Ma he wasn't gonna go without a fight.
- Tariq. - Tariq, you knew?
I knew exactly how it would go down, Uncle Tommy.
I thought maybe if he got himself killed, then it would just fix everything.
I started a problem and I fixed it, right?
No. That was fucking stupid, Tariq.
You could've got yourself killed!
But I didn't. I'm still alive, Uncle Tommy!
Hey, hey! Lower your fucking voice.
Have some fucking respect.
You know I was the only person that really cared for Kanan?
I just took a loss so you guys could win.
What'd you say?
I'm the reason you guys won.
- Is that right? - 100% right.
Get your fucking ass to the room.
Go pack your bags. I'm taking you to the train station now.
We going back to school.
- I didn't stutter. - Neither did I.
I'll talk to y'all later.
See what I'm saying? That's your son.
You better get him.
Look, the whole plan of Choate was to get you to focus.
That's... that's why we decided to send you to Choate, son.
To focus on books, focus on bullshit
I didn't have the opportunity to do.
But instead you're turning into a little fuckin' G.
What, you're the man right now? Is that what it is?
None of us is going to jail, right?
Hey, hey, hey.
Four cops are dead. That's on you, son.
Four people that showed up to save you, Tariq.
Four families are completely ruined
because you had to be the man.
Our family's ruined.
Why should theirs be any different?
What do you want from me, Tariq?
Huh? What do you want from me, boy?
Teach me the motherfuckin' game, Ghost.
You listen to me.
I would fucking rather kill you than to let you into this life.
So whatever gangster moment you feeling,
you make sure it's the last one.
This is who I am.
These suits don't change who you are.
And that school can't change who I am.
I'm gonna miss my train.
Police now looking into that crime
as they continue to canvass this area,
trying to figure out whether the death of the son
had anything to do with the crimes of the father.
We will continue to keep you updated on this story...
So... Kanan Stark killed your dirty cop.
Tasha St. Patrick was telling the truth about her gun all along.
Looks that way. Doesn't feel right, though.
He murdered four cops in cold blood
when confronted with his guilt.
Looks like a goddamned confession to me.
And there's no reason Angela Valdes would help Kanan Stark.
There's no connection there.
But the St. Patrick kid was in the car at the time.
I think it's time for you to let this go,
Sergeant Rodriguez.
Yeah?
Right.
Well, thanks for the effort on this one.
Most appreciated.
I know what you're gonna say about Angela,
but she did use Darryl Gaines' log-in
to trash that ballistic report.
To help a man she didn't know.
God, e-even Joe Proctor came in last night
to say he thinks she's the one helping Egan and St. Patrick,
that she's the consigliere.
Does he have any proof? Do you?
Either Angela is guilty and too smart to get caught,
or she's innocent and we are gonna go down
trying to trap her. Either way,
like I said to Sergeant Rodriguez, "Let it go."
We got other cases to work, and other bad guys to get.
Once again, the NYPD is in mourning
as they now investigate the deaths of four of their own.
At this point there are many more questions
than answers...
Angela, how could you go behind my back with Tasha?
I thought I could trust you. I put my trust in you.
I didn't mean for this to happen.
No one did.
You put my son in danger
in a situation that you couldn't control.
Now, thank God he got out, but four cops are dead,
Kanan's dead. This is all on you.
I tried to talk to you about Andre Coleman.
I tried to make you see it was a bad option.
You shut me down.
You were determined to do things your own way.
My way, drug dealers and murderers get hurt.
Your way, innocent people die.
Your way wouldn't have worked.
Jamie, when you get an idea stuck in your head,
there is no talking you out of it.
Andre Coleman was the wrong person to frame.
And Tasha told me you had a separate agenda for him.
Tasha had an agenda for Kanan.
She used you and my son to eliminate her enemy,
while I had the situation under control.
How many times have you kept me in the dark
promising you've got it under control?
You have deceived me time and time again
because it was convenient for you.
How do I trust you again, Angie?
I did all of this to save Tariq.
But you didn't save him, and that's not just on you.
We're in the clear now, Jamie.
This is where we can start over.
I'll call you later.
Ah, shit.
What the fuck I tell you about showing up?
Get in here!
Yeah, we're not great at taking orders.
We're gonna be here every day if you don't give us something.
What're you talking about? I gave you something.
Oh, right, yeah, you did give us intel on the Marshal Williams kill,
but I forget, John, how did that go?
- Dead end. - Yeah.
You knew damn well the security cameras were down
when St. Patrick killed Marshal Williams.
If he killed Marshal Williams.
You never got back to us about the lawyer we asked about.
- Angela Valdes? - Yeah. I asked.
Tommy said there was a lawyer involved.
He didn't give me a name.
Look, uh, my Connie took a turn for the worst last night.
All right? She's goin' to hospice now.
You understand?
You don't help us, you'll be going someplace worse.
Yeah, actually got a little something to show you here
you might find interesting. Eh?
Sons of bitches.
You don't deliver the goods on St. Patrick and Egan,
these are going to your friends,
starting with Vincent Ragni.
We wanna arrest Tommy by the end of the week.
You think you can make that happen?
- Yeah, yeah, sure. - Great.
Because we're losing our patience.
Stop fucking around, old man.
And as I said, the suspect also found dead at the scene.
What is not known at this point
is whether he was working alone
or whether there is another suspect
whom they are searching for.
So...
Details are still sketchy.
What we know...
Where were you this morning?
I just had to go and see Ghost and Tasha.
- Ghost and Tasha? - Mm-hmm.
You said once we got through everything,
we wouldn't have to deal with them no more.
You right. I just had, uh,
some unfinished business with this Kanan shit.
And now they got me on record
all mixed up with what happened to him.
Somebody I don't even know.
Tasha went too far with that.
I ain't built like that, lying to the cops and shit.
- Maybe so, but you did it. - Yeah, for the family.
For you.
Look, 'Keisha, if we gonna be together,
that shit could happen again.
I'm just... I just wanna be 100 with you.
I don't wanna have to do that again.
I mean, I got the shop.
I got Cash to protect, and myself.
Well, don't do nothing you don't wanna do.
But then again, if you ask me,
and you were honest with me,
then that's my choice.
Tasha didn't give me one.
Come here.
I mean, I know you move weight and all, but...
you ain't never killed nobody, right?
Oh, you fucked up. You fucked up!
Diego's head at your hotel?
I told you to keep this move as far away from us as possible.
If our enemies discover I approved the murder
of my own brother...
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I will be shot in the street.
Look, my enemies made a move
that I can guarantee they will pay for.
No, your enemies are many steps ahead of you.
- That concerns me. - It is a setback.
- But it's nothing I can't fix. - I...
The kill looks like it's from a rival.
We can play that into our own favor.
It can benefit you. It can benefit us.
What's your status on the Bassett Hotel Group right now?
Are you resuming operations as normal?
Will you be flying to Paris?
Will my drugs be moved into Europe as planned?
Things with the Bassett Hotel Group
are on hold until they blow over.
Then of what use are you to me? My business is never on hold.
- My New York network... - Can be run by anyone I see fit.
You were supposed to build me a bridge across the Atlantic.
Until you complete that mission,
Cristobal is in charge.
- Wait, what? - Yes. You work for him now.
Retribution is imminent for the decapitation of Diego.
We need to move forward with getting a warrant
and arresting Alicia.
Angela, Agent Tampio gave us explicit orders
not to pursue the Jimenez.
Diego's death changes everything.
His orders to kick the Jimenez were contingent
on the cartel's stability.
And I'm guessing Diego Jimenez's severed head
- negates that stability. - There will be a power vacuum.
And it will lead to an open cartel war.
None of us want that blood on our hands.
I say let the rival asshole cartel soldiers
take each other out in the fight.
As the Jimenez network scrambles to recover,
our window of opportunity is narrow.
We need to act now.
You're right, Angela, time is of the essence.
Hit the streets, and see what you find,
- and report back to me. - Thank you.
So what, now you just magically have no suspicions
- of her at all? - I didn't say that.
But for now, until you two show up with something real,
this is the plan.
- Why the fuck are you late? - Shit was crazy.
Truck got searched at the prison gate.
So they got my fucking weight?
Nah, we got it through, but something wasn't right.
- I mean, they singled us out. - What?
How long you been running shit through there for?
- Years. - Years?
Yeah, some shit don't sound right.
- So why now? - Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What, you got a snitch in your crew?
I don't think we got a snitch.
Hey, Joey, thanks for the heads up.
- I known my guys forever. - All right, all right.
Listen, put a slow roll on things till you hear from us.
All right? All right.
I don't fucking like it.
All right, maybe Romano was running his mouth,
but maybe we got a snitch among us.
Or maybe they tightened up security
'cause two guards got dead.
You talk to anybody about what we got going on?
Did I talk to anybody... you blaming me for the truck getting stopped?
Hey, I'm just saying you're a fucking wild card.
- I don't know what you'll do. - Ooh, Sammy.
I'm a fucking wild card. You know what, my man?
I don't think I like where you going with this.
I don't really give a fuck what you fucking think you like.
All right, all right. Hey, Sammy.
- Calm down and back off. - Me?
Yes, you. Tommy gave us the shit.
It's his product.
Why the hell would he fuck with it?
Come on, you have one setback.
Don't let it screw with your head.
My head's fucking straight. What's the matter with you?
- Sammy. - Your head ain't straight. You need a beer.
What'd you say, Sammy? Maybe something stronger?
- You want one, Dad? - Yeah.
This conversation ain't over. Something ain't right.
No one followed you, right?
Who do you think you are? Men in Black?
No. Now what gives?
I gotta pick my daughter up in 30 minutes.
We want you to wear this wire
next time you meet with St. Patrick.
Are you high on crack cocaine? Ju... no fucking way.
We need proof Angela is the consigliere.
Steer St. Patrick into admitting that on tape
- and your problems are over. - Not gonna do it.
That sounds like a "you" problem.
Not mine.
How would a federal indictment impact the custody hearing?
Wearing a wire on a client.
That goes against everything I stand for.
- Sorry, fellas. - Think about it, Joe.
You want the cokehead to get your daughter?
If I were to do this, I need a proffer.
Guarantee that all this goes away
no matter what he says or doesn't say.
It's a deal.
Mm.
Let's be clear, I'm not gonna be at your beck and call,
running into the city every time you say so.
Okay, I hope that shit makes you feel better, 'cause you're here.
Look, I talked to the accountants.
It seems that we've reached our financial goals for the QCP,
despite your sticky fingers.
We just reached our goals. I was gonna call you.
No, you weren't, but that's okay.
Look, I wanna plan a ribbon-cutting ceremony, okay?
I want press in attendance. I want local children.
I want a dedication plaque for Raina...
I was planning to wait until I announce my candidacy.
And Rashad, how does that benefit me or Queens?
Big moves. More press attention.
From better outlets. You see, governors, James,
- are national news. - Smart.
And yet somehow it still smells like your typical bullshit.
- It can be both, James. - Hmm.
Deal.
I'll cut the ribbon, you throw your hat in the ring.
And no one knows you're an embezzling son of a bitch.
Ah, come on, brother.
There are far worse things I can be.
You should know.
It's not every day you find a human head inside a nightclub.
Well, the local police already came through.
I don't know why the U.S. Attorney's Office would get involved.
Although, it's good to see you again, Ms. Valdes.
I want information to take down Alicia Jimenez now.
With Diego gone, we both know
the Jimenez cartel will crumble.
And you are a dead man walking,
whether on the street or in jail.
Witness protection. One-time offer.
Only way out alive.
I could ruin you
and James with what I know.
People already know about me and James.
Same way you do.
Sure, I could lose my job,
but you could get the needle and lose your life.
Then what kind of father would you be?
What's it gonna be, Andre?
You help me get Alicia off the street,
and it helps us both.
Believe it or not, that squiggly, crazy writing,
it says Xanax. And the big ones is Oxycontin.
- Huh? - Pharmaceutical grade.
- It's the best shit out there. - No shit.
- Got any Tums? - Tums? You crazy.
- I got Viagra, though. - Sold.
- You got all this stuff from the Serbs? - Yep.
They must be easier to deal with
- than the Mexican savages, huh? - Oh, no, not even.
The Serbs make the Mexicans look like Boy Scouts.
- They eat their enemies. - Come on, that ain't true.
I'm serious. The rest of their food is real good, though.
How the hell did you hook up with these guys?
This guy Milan came around, scouted out Ghost.
You know, of course, we had to get rid of him.
I almost lost my head because of that.
That's my son, always a survivor, right?
And when are we gonna see Ghost again?
No, he ain't got nothing to do with this part of the business.
- Tommy. - Unbelievable.
Jesus, speak of the devil.
What's up, bro?
- What you want? - I just wanna talk.
Talk.
- I mean, in private. - Oh, no, we ain't doing this.
That's all right. I gotta go see Sammy.
- It's nice to see you, James. - You too, Tony.
- Bye, Tommy. - Hey, Grims.
- Walk my father out. - Yeah.
You need to stop this bullshit
about telling people where they can be.
Tommy, I'm not about to talk about Kanan, man,
in front of Teresi.
Plus, I wanna make sure we good. We good?
Tasha and Tariq both said that you had nothing to do with it,
so I gotta believe 'em.
You gotta believe 'em?
I don't know how to trust you, Ghost.
I'm out there setting up to kill Dre...
Which we still gotta do, by the way.
- How? - What do you mean "how"?
That head shit is all over the news.
He got mad heat from the cops.
They gonna be all over him for a minute.
Look, I got product I gotta distribute.
And you got a son that you need to straighten the fuck out.
- Yeah, Tariq is fucked up. - Man, if he was my boy...
- But he ain't your boy. - Oh, okay.
Look, man, you know what I mean, all right?
I'll worry about Tariq. You worry about Teresi.
By the way, why would you bring him here?
Come on, Tommy, you can't trust him.
And when you're so close to someone,
you can't really see 'em.
You mean, like you?
This the last time I'm gonna tell you,
this ain't none of your business.
And he's doing more to help me and my business
- than you are right now. - Your business?
Yeah, he's getting my product into the Manhattan Correctional Center.
We making a lot of money together.
Well, whoopity-fuckin'-do, Tommy.
Let me tell you something, brother, when this shit goes down, and you know it will,
just remember I told you so. And because I did,
keep your brother's name out your motherfuckin' mouth, all right?
Oh, yeah, out my mouth. Gone.
Be happy never to say your fuckin' name again.
Tommy, I heard that.
It don't feel right. Mmm.
What are you all twisted up about?
Listen, Tony, you ain't gonna like this,
but me and Joey, we got some concerns about Tommy.
And we think he could be a snitch.
You're out of your mind.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Well, alls I know is,
we've been running this scam for 20 years, we ain't never had a problem.
Now we're doing it a couple of weeks with Tommy, we're getting stopped.
- Well, it don't make any sense. - Huh?
There'd be no reason for Tommy to fuck with his own money.
What I'm saying is, the pipeline's up and running.
We know who the connect is. Listen, we got money.
We got everything we ever wanted.
You gotta turn Tommy over to the Feds now.
You're a fucking mind reader, you know that?
That is exactly what I was thinking.
- Yeah? - Exactly.
We gotta turn Tommy in to the Feds.
How you planning on doing that?
I'm just gonna tell the bastards about Tommy calling me
while I was inside and ordering the kill on that federal agent,
Mike Sandoval, right? I got full immunity.
But it'll roll up Tommy and Ghost.
You and me, rolling in the cash, buddy.
You know,
I was starting to think you were getting soft on the kid.
You're a ruthless motherfucker.
I love you for that.
Look, man, I...
I just wanna make sure that we're good.
Look, man, we good.
There's no bad blood, all right?
You're her man right now.
I know how to take orders. You're on the rise.
Nah, man, see, I'm... I'm not on the climb.
Right? I didn't ask her for the promotion.
- She just gave it to me. - Look, it makes sense.
I'm cool.
Let me just lay low for a little bit
until shit cools down, you know?
But, you know, go be that go-to guy.
Don't want nobody else to replace me but you, I promise.
All right? Anything else you wanna say?
Well...
just wanted to let you know that she asked me
to come to her spot at the Ridgebury tonight.
Okay. And what she wanna talk about?
Shit, man, from the way that bitch was talking,
I think she want to give me that ass.
Oh.
She wanna give you that ass ass.
Okay. Okay.
- A'ight, my man. There you go. - All right.
Give her that "papi chulo" shit you're always talking about.
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Yeah, my nigga, my nigga.
Yeah. All right, man, I'm glad we good.
- No, we're great, man. - All right.
- All right, man. - All right.
Yeah.
- Vincent. - Yo.
Kid says he wants to talk to you.
What kid?
Ah, what're you doing here?
_
Saw what happened to your man on the news.
Decent guy. Well, to me, at least.
- Saved my ass. - Yeah, me too.
It's fucked up how he went down and shit.
Got a whole bunch of his weight.
Could you help me move it?
How old are you?
Old enough to wanna make some money.
I go to school in Connecticut. I move the pills and shit up there with ease.
But this shit I'ma need help with.
I don't know, kid.
I don't know anything about you.
You could trust me.
I wouldn't be here if I had somewhere else to go.
Okay, one time. We'll see how it goes.
Now, get out of here before your parents come lookin'.
- I need a favor. - What?
You know where I could get a fake ID?
You know, it's a long time since I was Ghost's driver,
but I dropped you off here once.
I guess you were too busy playing wifey to notice the change in help.
Blackmail won't work.
You may be loyal to your boss, but it won't save you.
If I talk, I'm dead.
I'll protect you, Andre. Tell me what you know.
WITSEC will put you far away from Alicia.
Give me Alicia, Andre.
All right. There's a drop tonight.
She made me get her a suite at the Ridgebury.
She's meeting her distro, Cristobal.
Cristobal's her distro now, not you?
- When did that change? - Are you gonna go get them or not?
If the information you give me checks out,
and I take Alicia down, I'll get you WITSEC.
All right, we got a deal.
_
Dre seems like the revenge type.
Yes, he is.
But I think he's afraid of you.
As he should be.
And you...
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Hm?
_
I don't want to, I have to.
- Ah, sorry. - Puta madre.
People who have this phone, they really know when to use it.
Bueno.
Hello? Bueno.
_
FBI, don't move.
Hands up.
Alicia Jimenez.
You're under arrest for murder, drug trafficking, racketeering,
and conspiracy. Get her the hell out of here.
Get the fuck off me.
_
Yes, yes, yes, we had a big win for us today.
And I congratulate AUSA Angela Valdes on a job well done.
Thank you.
This has been a historic win for our office.
Thank you so much for your efforts.
Mazel Tov on the biggest win of your career.
Close the door.
Who is your snitch?
- What? - You and Saxe have a secret CI.
I'm your boss. I just had a huge win.
I am not going anywhere. Who is your goddamned snitch?
His name is Tony Teresi.
He's Tommy Egan's father.
Now, why was that so fucking difficult?
Ah.
Oh. Assholes.
Yeah.
Tony! Haven't heard from you in a while, brah.
Just wondering if we're, uh... If we're still friends.
I've been busy. It's not a good time to talk.
We're getting those photos to Vincent Ragni today
if you don't give us something on Tommy and St. Patrick.
St. Patrick? You mean Ghost, right?
St. Patrick is Ghost. No shit.
Give us something we don't know.
Mike Sandoval.
How the fuck do you know that name?
How do you think I know that name?
You were in the same facility with Mike.
Did you have something to do with his death?
I got full immunity, remember?
Yeah, that's a guarantee.
I took care of that hit on the inside.
But it was ordered by St. Patrick.
Ghost.
What about Tommy Egan?
Tommy didn't have nothing to do with it.
It's honestly...
Tommy's kept me at arm's length about anything important.
I got nothing on him.
But I can give you St. Patrick,
Ghost, on a stake.
All right, you're coming in tomorrow to verify everything.
Don't leave town, old man. We'll find you.
Fuck you.
What the hell was that?
I was, uh... I was keeping these pricks at arm's length.
We talked about this.
You said you were gonna hand over Tommy.
It ain't like that at all.
Instead I hear you clear him of a murder he asked you to do.
- It ain't like it looks. - Bullshit.
- No, come on. - You had a fucking gun to my head.
This ends with a bullet in my back?
Egan is going down!
What, you don't trust that I would do the right thing?
Well, I haven't spent a whole lot of time with you
for the past 25 years, right?
So I don't think I really know you.
Hey, what the fuck is going on?
I'll tell you what the fuck is going on.
Your father...
- Get off him! - God damn it.
What the fuck just happened?
I found our snitch.
It was him.
It was Sammy? After all this time?
I know. He was gonna drop a dime on us.
Right?
You gonna help me get rid of the body or what, son?
Come on. There's garbage bags underneath the kitchen sink.
I said I would call you.
It's about Tommy.
What, is he in some kind of trouble or something?
I think we all might be.
Did you know Tommy's father was still alive?
Uh, yeah, Teresi. I found out not too long ago.
What's going on?
He's talking to the U.S. Attorney's Office.
I said it. I knew we couldn't trust this old snake.
Is this why he got a early release?
- Looks like it. - So what do they know?
I'm just finding out about this.
Can you tell me what Teresi knows?
- He knows a lot, Angie. - About me?
About all of us.
- You need to tell Tommy. - Good luck with Tommy believing me.
Make him believe you.
Otherwise we're all going down.
I'll handle it.
That shit will give you cancer anyway.
That's the damn truth.
Yep.
I think you got the wrong place, pal.
Looking for Vincent. Name's James.
I seen you in the paper.
I'm Vincent. What can I do for you?
Well, Vincent, I have some information you need.
Oh, okay. Take a seat.
So what information is Tommy Egan's very public best friend
and former business partner have that I need to know?
Tony Teresi. He's a criminal informant.
How do you know?
Let's just say I confirmed it with a credible source.
Okay, let's get to the point.
You didn't come here to give me information.
You want something, right?
You must want it awful bad
to risk coming here after what you did.
So, what? You can't have Tony get dirt on Tommy, right?
'Cause then he gets dirt on you.
Ain't that right, Ghost?
Yeah, I know.
Mm.
Kanan told you I put that hit out on you.
Well, that was bullshit. He lied.
But you don't want Tony getting dirt on Tommy either, right?
'Cause you're moving his weight.
Tony doesn't know any details about me and Tommy.
Yeah, but now that you're not fucking
with either one of them, can you really be so sure?
If Tommy Egan finds out the truth about Tony Teresi,
he'll take care of him for both of us.
We won't have to lift a fucking finger.
And he won't come back at us for revenge.
So then tell him.
My relationship with Tommy is a bit complicated.
He may not believe it coming from me.
My relationship with him ain't much better.
But he's your connect, Vincent, right?
You tell him that if he clips Tony,
it'll get him back in good with you,
that you'll move his weight again.
It'll appear to be a win-win for both of you.
And then when Tony is gone,
well, you tell Tommy whatever the fuck you wanna tell him.
You and me?
We got nothing to lose, Vincent.
Except for a rat.
Remember the key talking points.
The Mike Sandoval murder.
Your job today is to get St. Patrick to admit
that Angela is the one that told him
about Sandoval in prison.
You know, you two could be disbarred
for even asking me to do this.
This is literally the worst thing a lawyer could ever do.
Yet somehow I feel like you've done worse.
Oh, and don't try and play us or fuck this up,
or your life is over.
Where's my proffer?
I walk out of here wearing this, we are done.
You don't back Lindsay in family court.
Elisa Marie stays with me. And I don't hear shit
from the two of you ever again.
- Deal. - Whatever you say, boss.
I'm gonna hang onto this until after we're done.
What, you think I'm a fucking idiot?
I'm not gonna answer that, but what if St. Patrick searches you?
Oh, well, then he'll find the wire,
and I'd say that's a way bigger problem.
See you around, fellas.
My man, Joe Proctor, attorney at law.
Becoming a thing, huh? You visiting clients in the middle of the day.
I got a empty office back here, if you need it.
Nah.
So what's up? You all good?
You seem a bit, I don't know, nervous.
Yeah, no, I'm all... I'm all good.
All right.
It's funny, James.
- Actually, you're not my client anymore. - What do you mean?
Well, I mean, since I've been reinstated,
you haven't paid me a retainer, so technically,
you haven't hired me back yet.
You want a check. I got you.
No, no, no, nothing like that. I'm just... I'm just saying,
I'm not really representing you anymore.
Yeah, but we're beyond that anyway, right?
I figure it's like what you said.
Who did I come to when I was in trouble?
I came to you. Why? Because you are family.
You're right.
You are family.
100%.
What's going on, Proctor?
Joe, what're you doing?
Just gotta ask you a question.
_
Mike Sandoval. The Feds have been sniffing around.
Mike Sandoval, the prosecutor who framed me for Greg Knox's murder.
Why are we talking about him?
Well, how did you know where he was?
I didn't know where he was.
What, Terry Silver didn't tell you?
I mean, I have it on good information that he knew.
Silver said nothing. Plus, how would he know?
That's right.
Right, the only people who knew where they were holding Sandoval were the Feds.
Which brings me to a question.
Do you think Angela could've known?
James.
No, because after I was cleared,
Angela was on the outs with all the Feds.
Plus, Angela's the one who shot Sandoval, so,
why would they tell her where he was going?
There's no way she could've known?
No is the same in every fucking language, Joe.
Well, then...
I guess we have no idea what happened to Mike Sandoval.
No idea.
Then, uh, we got nothing else to talk about.
What the fuck is wrong with you, huh?
It's the Feds, James, they're all over my ass, okay?
They want me to hand you in, but I'm not.
And this is your fucking solution?
- No! - Proctor.
I would not do that. It's not what it looks like.
Throw you over this motherfucker, Joe.
You think I would tell you I was hot
if I wanted to give you up?
Then what the fuck's going on? Fucking talk.
The Feds, okay?
They are gonna try to get Angela to turn against you.
If they get evidence against her, she will flip in a heartbeat
and serve you up on a silver fucking platter.
- Why should I doubt her? - Because it's the fucking truth.
I've been telling you the truth ever since this bitch
came into the picture.
But her magical little fucking pussy
seems to twist all my words around in your head.
- Proctor. - James.
You need to listen to me.
They are going in hard.
She needs to go.
So what are you gonna tell 'em?
I'm gonna tell them
that I didn't get anything from you today.
But the real question is,
what is she telling them right now?
Yeah, I've warned you before, haven't I?
About choosing yourself over her.
You can't have it both ways.
Make the right decision.
Choose yourself.
Or you will be doing life.
There he is. What's good, my G?
You miss my product or just me?
Give me some good news, my Italian friend.
Wish I had some better news for you. Please take a seat.
All right. I know you ain't just calling me down here
to shoot the shit. So, what's up?
- Hold up. Hey, Nicola. - Yeah, Tommy?
Get me a pasta fagioli.
Teresi's a snitch.
What the fuck did you just say?
Your father has been talking to the Feds.
- You got that shit wrong. - No, I don't.
All right, look.
Maybe you know somebody in your organization
been talking to the Feds, but it ain't my dad.
This gots to be some kind of mistake.
I wish it was, but it ain't. And it all checks out.
Nah. Wait, I...
I seent this motherfucker.
Wait, where the fuck did you get these?
- Doesn't matter. - It fucking...
- What this got to do with me? - Okay.
Why am I here?
We need you to take your father out.
You... get the fuck out of here!
Do you even hear what you asking me to do?
Yeah, I do. But I ain't asking.
This is an order from the family.
Fuck that. That ain't my family.
That's your family.
He is my family.
You wanna trust this rat?
You're gonna spend the rest of your life in a prison cell.
But either way, you're fucking dead.
Sorry for your loss, kid.
- Thanks. - Sign here.
Here are your father's ashes.
You all right? You've been quiet.
Yeah, I'm good.
Man, I hate going to see Connie in this goddamned hospice.
I do not wanna go that way.
Yeah, me either.
You know, you never did tell me how you got out the joint.
The details.
It was a...
it was a dirty detective, worked my cases.
I told 'em all along.
This fucker has been setting guys up for years.
I ought to sue the city, you know,
for every nickel they got.
I looked into it.
Don't check out.
Bullshit.
Who'd you check it out with?
- I got friends. - Yeah?
Who you been talking to?
Question is, who you been talking to?
What the hell is going on?
What is this, Tommy?
I just wanna know who you really are.
Tommy, I'm sorry...
I ever tell you who this ring belonged to?
- No. - Yeah.
It once belonged to somebody very close to me.
Somebody I love and trusted.
But then she went behind my back.
She gone now.
You better go see your wife.
You're not gonna...
We'll finish this conversation when you get back.
Hi, gorgeous.
How're you feeling?
The doctor said that the only thing they can do for me now
is keep me comfortable.
I'm comfortable.
I wanna tell you,
marrying you was the only smart thing I ever did.
Something's up. What's up with you?
Tommy knows, doesn't he?
- Yeah, he knows. - Oh, God.
That kid would've stormed the gates of hell for you.
You were gonna just sell him down the river.
- Honey, that's... - Really?
Well, that's the thing, Con, I'm...
I'm not gonna sell him down the river.
He's my kid.
You know?
I just told the Feds that so they'd let me out
so I could be with you.
Is that the truth?
Tommy's not going anywhere.
Oh, thank God.
Oh, that's the man I married.
I love you, Connie.
See you tomorrow.
Are you taking me to Vincent?
I know. You gotta do what you gotta do.
I thought we was family.
Hey, we are family, okay?
We don't know each other all that well, but...
- Don't. - L-Listen, I'm just saying...
- Nah. - You don't understand.
I do understand. Stop.
Why'd you let me go see Connie?
I didn't do it for you.
I did it for her.
You got every right to be upset with me,
but I gotta tell you,
getting to know you,
I couldn't be prouder.
You're the best son that a father could have.
I will be the son,
even though you could never be the father.
You're not taking me to Vincent, are you?
I'm taking you home, Dad.
- Oh. - You should stop talking.
Vincent ain't gonna forget this.
And he ain't gonna let it go. You gotta know that.
Ah.
I told the Feds I was gonna drop a dime on you.
Then I got to know you.
And I couldn't do it.
I just couldn't.
You're a good man, Tommy.
I couldn't be prouder of you.
A little too late, Dad.
Tommy.
What's the matter?
Teresi.
You was right.
I told you a million times. You're too trusting.
I fucking killed him, Ma.
You did the right thing.
I didn't see that there were any meetings
scheduled for tonight. What's this about?
What is going on here?
A little visual aid just in case you get confused
about which drug dealer you're aiding and abetting today.
We're charging you with conspiracy.
You're a part of this criminal organization,
and you're gonna pay for your crimes.
You don't have any proof against me.
When I told you Tony Teresi was our CI, it was a test.
We found the body tonight, Angela.
How well did you protect your CI?
- That's not the question. - Yeah, the question is,
who did you tell?
No more games, Angela.
Now you are gonna give us everything you have on St. Patrick,
and everybody you are both affiliated with.
Or else you are going down right along with them.
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