Power

Previously on "Power"...

The witness picked out a photograph of Tommy Egan.

And we already have a tracker on his car.

We could just turn it on.

I'm conducting an investigation.

It's not that I won't answer your questions, Sergeant.

It's that I can't.

Her investigation's gone too far. Shut it down.

We'd like your assistance in gathering all the files

associated with the Raymond Jones murder.

Do you think Egan suspects anything?

He thinks that I wanna get close to the son I never knew.

Him getting out looks legit.

So he ain't a snitch or nothing?

Not as far as I could see.

Tommy won't turn on the Italians.

So we gotta make them shut the door on him.

I got a plan, K, but nobody can get hurt.

What the fuck are we 'posed to do with those?

Fuck this blank shit.

- You hit? - Yeah.

What?

So you didn't recognize any of them?

They're the dope boys.

Trying to even the score.

That was for Tommy.

You understand? You swore to me that shit was over.

Your dad and I, we didn't want you to know

what the streets were like.

We thought we were protecting you.

James, we've asked Andre to be an additional face for the QCP.

I can't deal with the loss of my daughter

the way you want me to.

That's just it, Ghost, you're not

dealing with it at all.

Hey, Angie,

I'm not doing that good.

Hey.

Hey.

Episode Title: "Happy Birthday"

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Any idea why Vincent called to see you today?

Well, whatever it is, I'm not covering your ass again,

you understand?

Hey, there they are.

There they are.

Hey.

Hey, what's up? Come here.

Give me some love. I know, I know.

Good.

So...

I've been thinking about the shootout

from the other day.

And it just doesn't add up.

Anything you two wanna tell me?

Well, I mean, I think it was this guy Dre.

Was he the guy you said you handled?

You lied to me about it?

Yeah.

You could've told me about it before.

I could've helped you handle it.

Get your fucking hands off.

- Don't you... - Fucking man up.

- Come on. - Don't... Vince, Vince.

Hold up. There's been a mistake here.

Tony, these are your boys.

They're your responsibility.

Pick one.

Come on, Vincent.

Come on, you're really gonna do this?

He told you the truth. Nobody died.

Cut him some fucking slack.

You're a stand-up guy, Tony. I respect you.

But if you don't point this gun and pull the trigger,

all three of you are fucking dead.

Do it.

I'm sorry.

We'll always be family.

But that's all we'll be.

Tommy, it goes without saying,

I won't be needing a re-up.

You fucking mutt. You fucking mutt.

It's been chaos since you came around.

- You understand that? - Sammy!

- Get the fuck out of here. - Take... take... take off, kid.

I'll deal with this guy.

Go on.

Sammy.

You were gonna shoot me? You don't even know him.

Why did I have to come home for my birthday dinner?

Couldn't you all just call me or something?

No, your mother needs you here.

Son, you've never been away on your birthday,

and this ain't the year to start.

She told me about your conversation.

I would've told you. I just didn't know how to...

About my past... our past, back in Queens.

The truth.

Well, that's your mother's version of the truth, son.

She's hurting right now,

so she's saying things she don't really mean.

She's not really herself, so you gotta take it

with a grain of salt, whatever she says.

One day when you're older,

I'll give you my version.

You never talk about where you come from.

It's complicated.

Really irrelevant.

What's important is that I want to give you the life

I never had, son, the childhood I never had.

I want to protect you

from the things that nobody protected me from.

All right?

All right.

Thank you so much for coming to the hotel last night.

You have no idea how much I needed that.

It's good to just get away.

To just be.

I told you before, Tasha,

you don't have to be at a hotel.

You know I have Yas.

Well, bring Yas.

Bring your stuff to my apartment.

Well, I can't tonight.

Tariq is, um,

coming home for his birthday.

Mama is planning this big dinner.

And I haven't even told Tariq that I've moved out yet.

I get it. Do what you need to do.

But you need to stay away from James,

and out from under his influence.

You're funny.

If anybody has me under their influence,

it's you.

As soon as Tariq goes back to school,

I'm out of there.

Hey, Mrs. St. Patrick.

It's that time of the year again?

The usual for the twins?

One strawberry cake and one chocolate?

Uh, I only need one this year.

Strawberry.

Okay.

Tameika.

What's this?

The GPS tracker placed on Egan's car

during the St. Patrick trial.

Mak and Saxe recently reactivated it.

I think they're up to something I'm not privy to but should be,

as Head of Criminal.

You're absolutely right.

Let me handle them.

I want to congratulate you all,

especially you, Angela,

for getting closer to the Jimenez

than any other district in the decade-long

pursuit of the cartel.

But it's time to move on.

We shouldn't give up.

Let's build an airtight trafficking case

DOJ can't deny.

Now that we know the Jimenez have been in town,

I have requested all CCTV footage of them

from the past three months.

If we can track their movements,

piece together their New York syndicate,

pin down their distro...

Our orders from Agent Tampio are clear.

We've been asked to leave it alone.

Steve Tampio is compromised.

He's backed by the DOJ.

Your job as Head of Criminal

is as much about politics as it is about justice.

And I've assured the attorney general

that we will be moving on.

Is that understood?

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I need to have a word with John and Cooper.

If I don't get something solid from this stunt you've pulled

with Teresi by the end of the week,

I'm pulling the plug.

Angela knows about that tracker.

Jesus, she's gonna blow our whole case now, isn't she?

This is not about her; it's about you all