Power

Previously on Power...

Ghost, meet Miguel Alvarez

and his fiancée, Maria.

My dear partner, James St. Patrick.

- How old are you? - Old enough to want to make some money.

Angie.

Angela's dead, Tasha.

Tommy did it. He was aiming at me.

You made this mess. You fix it.

This is war, LaKeisha.

I don't care. I'm staying.

I need to get a bug in his house.

How does Elisa Marie feel about, uh, unicorns?

It sounds like you know James St. Patrick from the neighborhood,

and I'm looking for someone to do some research.

Who are all these kids?

Couple of other moms in the neighborhood

asked if I would help.

Figured I was already watching my grandbabies.

We need yours and James' help.

You want us to keep playing house

while the shit burns down around us.

Tasha, you sure I can't provide something

in exchange for your cooperation?

Actually, I need to start a new business.

We need to talk.

I need you to go through that phone of yours

and find someone who can tell you

where Alicia Jimenez is going on trial.

I told James St. Patrick's lawyer this morning

that Angela was not the witness in question.

If we can catch them attempting to eliminate a witness,

we'll get the whole gang.

Alicia Jimenez was found dead.

All right, so I can go home now, right?

Not with your daughter.

The immunity agreement you signed is void.

NYPD are free to go after you on drug charges.

Or help me get Ghost.

Jamie.

Angie, I'm... I'm so sorry.

Everything went wrong, Jamie.

Yeah, and it's... it's still going wrong, you know, ever since...

Look, I'm trying to be the man you want me to be.

I just...

Shit just keeps getting in my way.

You keep getting in your way.

No, see, it... it was Tommy...

It wasn't Tommy.

It was you.

You always chose Tommy.

You always chose the life over me.

That night, you asked me about a female witness.

If I had been that witness,

what would've happened to me?

You feel guilty for what happened to me, Jamie,

but not guilty enough.

How can you say that?

You wanted out of the life, but you're still working for Jason.

No, how do you know Jason?

You feel guilty for Raina,

but the QCP still isn't finished.

I'm trying.

You say you feel guilty for what happened to me.

Then why is Tommy still alive?

Angie.

Jason.

Ticktock, Ghost.

Time is running out.

Look, I'll have your goddamn money, okay?

Don't be a sore loser.

Tommy brought me Alicia. You failed.

Now you owe me the penalty.

All right, boys!

I got some news!

So thanks to some extracurricular shit

- that we done for the connect... - Mm-hmm.

We getting fed with a fat fucking shipment coming in later today.

- Whoo! - I told you! Yeah, man!

I told you if you stuck with me, I'd make y'all rich.

All right, good. That's what's up.

Serb's got this Greek outfit

bringing the shit in through the Red Hook Terminal.

I guess they some prickly motherfuckers,

so nobody better be late.

Why y'all looking at me? I ain't the only black person here.

I can tell time, psh.

You gonna answer that shit?

Only people that hit your shit up

that hard is your girl or your moms.

I got 20 on his moms.

Oh, let me see what I got.

I got 20 on his girl.

Put your money out.

20 on his mom.

Yeah, baby.

Oh, fuck.

- It's your girl. - It's my girl.

- Yes! Give me that money! Give me that. - Damn.

Texting me about my mom.

- Oh! - Oh-oh!

Thank you. Give me that.

This is why I don't gamble.

Yo, Tommy! When you coming back?

Are you sure the fumigators said that you had to be gone

for two full days?

Tommy, my house is filled with poison.

You want me breathing in that shit?

Yeah, I forgot your body's a fucking temple, Ma.

Lucky for me, I gotta be out tonight.

Big shipment of Serbian supply coming in.

'Keisha, can you please make sure

that she don't burn the place down?

We'll find something fun to do.

Thank you, baby.

I'ma get me a piece of that pie that you made.

The last one didn't cook.

Shame about her.

Tommy ever tell you what happened?

Bad breakup.

How many times do I have to tell you

to pick up your clothes?

Take off the damn headphones!

I heard you.

God, I like you better when you're high.

What did you say to me?

Clean, you're such a bitch.

You're the little bitch.

Wow.

It was a long day. I was stressed.

Save it. No one's taking your "World's Greatest Mom" mug.

But I have listened to hours of this shit,

and all I've learned is, Proctor knows all the words to "We Didn't Start the Fire."

And while that seems like a crime,

it's not gonna help my RICO case

and it's not gonna get you full custody.

I'm doing what you asked.

I can't control what the thing gets.

Listen, you get me something I can use,

or the only evidence on these recordings

will be of you being a shit mom,

and the only thing you'll have custody of

will be your clothes.

How 'bout the name Tommy?

Elisa Marie said a guy named Tommy

paid Joey a visit the other night.

Big, scary white guy with blond hair.

That's gotta be worth something.

Could be worth everything.

Once you turn in the paperwork,

we will expedite the dissolution process.

Okay, I'm finishing up now.

I'll have a courier bring over the documents

within the hour, thank you.

Hey, Joe.

Hey, James...

- No, wait, wait! - I will fucking kill you.

That's a bad idea for a lot of reasons.

You don't want to commit murder in your office

with a monogrammed James St. Patrick pen!

I don't care about that right now, Joe.

The other thing is, the Eastern District

just got a new U.S. attorney,

and he's going ahead with the RICO case against you,

Tommy, Tasha, and, more importantly, me!

Let... Let him tell you

what he told me.

They still have a witness ready to hang you.

The girlfriend of some nigga you shot.

She saw you on TV. She knew it was you.

I don't believe that shit.

Some kid named Miguel Alvarez, man.

Who told you that?

- The Feds, man. - What'd you fucking...

James, James, I need you to think for a second.

We could use him. Think about it.

They want me back with you to give them information on you,

- Okay? - We control the narrative.

Let the Feds think he works for you.

We could tell them whatever story we want through Dre.

Joe, are you out of your damn mind?

- No! - All this kid does is fucking lie.