Power Book II: Ghost

Previously on Ghost...

- We'll break into his crib. - Pardon me?

I need every document he has on me.

Effie Morales, you are under arrest.

Hey, y'all got a fucking warrant?

Are you her lawyer?

You're not being arrested for drug dealing, Effie.

- Then what fucking for? - Attempted murder.

That's the bitch that tried to kill me.

You think Weston Holdings

- is a giant Ponzi scheme. - You're right.

You guys are fucking criminals.

Remember I know about your drug business.

You met with Lucas Weston?

I also accepted a campaign donation.

It was him. He killed papi.

Take a look at this.

Now he's gone, and I ain't got nothing.

If Davis or Cane Tejada or Tariq St. Patrick

find out that I'm informing on them,

we both know I'm dead.

The feds are building a RICO case against you and the Tejadas.

Saxe is a fucking mole. Shit.

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

And you just let him walk on out of here?

I'm worried it'll fuck with your release.

I have a target on my back.

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

Theo, put the fucking gun down!

- It's over. - Please, for me.

You'll be fine, brother.

We both free now.

I know where Tasha and Yas are.

And if I die, that information does, too.

This is Davis MacLean.

- Please leave a message. -

Yo, what the fuck?

I called you, like, 1,000 times.

Effie just got roped up.

I'm headed to the office now.

[suspenseful hip-hop music plays]

Why the fuck would Saxe have this?

What the fuck you doing here?

Your ex-bitch, Lauren, that bitch still alive.

Hell, no, nigga, that can't be.

I just saw her snitch-ass mean mugging Effie

while they put cuffs on her.

You set her up.

Nigga, why the fuck would I set up Effie

knowing that shit'll come back on me, Cane?

Because you like acting like you fucking T'Challa.

But you'll always be the punk

who let pussy get in the way of what needed to be done.

Listen, my nigga, Lauren wasn't gonna say shit, all right?

Everything was fine until your dumb ass started doing stupid shit.

Effie wouldn't have got arrested,

and we wouldn't have a fucking RICO right now.

This is all your dumb-ass fault.

- Dumb-ass fault? - Yes.

Okay. Fuck you, because every bad thing

that's happened in my family's been your dumb-ass fault.

You know, since I met your family,

you've been obsessed with me, and I peep that.

- Okay. - That's why you fucking

with Effie to try to get back at me.

You wanna be me, my nigga. I understand that.

Listen, you left shorty in pieces, all right?

I had to pick up those pieces, so you can't be mad at her

for fucking with a real nigga, but I appreciate you.

Thank you so much, 'cause you sure did leave shorty thirsty.

Fuck.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Fuck y'all doing?

What the hell is this about?

It's about Effie.

- Fuck. - She got arrested.

The girl we used as bait for the Feds?

Yeah, I need you to help her out.

Yeah, she could burn all of us.

All right, I'll take care of it.

You do that.

Come on.

- You okay, Money Mayweather? - Yeah, I'm fine.

Sure it's the last thing you wanna see after last night, though.

Mm, yeah, that's for sure.

Yeah. Appreciate you letting me get out of there

before the cops came, too.

Hey, I answered all their questions.

They know Theo acted on his own.

I don't think there'll be any legal fallout

for either of us.

Ahh.

My brother...

stupid motherfucker.

Saxe deserved a bullet, no doubt.

But that should have been my bullet, not Theo's.

I mean, losing your brother like that, there's no fucking words.

Any luck finding Tasha's address?

Nah.

Saxe probably never even had it.

That rat knew that we were onto his double-crossing ass.

He probably left that voice mail as a-a Hail Mary to save his ass.

Yeah, he probably did.

I did come across some shit, though.

Looked like a..

Like a photo of a police report signed by Whitman.

Did it look like this?

Yeah, that's exactly how it looked.

Fuck.

This is Whitman's case file on Monet.

Wait. So you stole it or something?

It was procured on Monet's behalf.

I, uh, kept a copy as leverage

against her unpredictable, murdering ass.

Leverage?

It proves Monet had motive to do dirt.

You don't want to know what.

Now, if Saxe knew I had this, the Feds know, too.

This could fuck us.

Okay, what are you doing?

Hiding this shit so it doesn't fuck us.

The Feds ask about Saxe, you don't know nothing about him, a'ight?

Ain't that the fucking truth.

I better get on this Effie thing before the next fucking crisis.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's true.

Aah!

Attorney.

Attorney, attorney, attorney, attorney, attorney.

I need a fucking attorney.

Can y'all hear me now?

Attorney.

Please escort Miss Morales to holding.

You can call an attorney when it's your turn in the phone line.

You're too kind.

Well, this isn't working.

I know.

I thought we'd get through to her by now.

It's been hours.

Oh, it's Medina.

Yeah, me too.

All right, thanks.

NYPD checked their security cameras.

Theo Rollins intercepted Cooper in the parking lot.

All..all while Davis was in his office with a rock-solid alibi.

Davis and Rollins could have planned it that way.

And if they knew Saxe was here,

they probably made him before we raided the warehouse.

Fuck, that timeline makes sense.