Power

Previously on "Power"...

I see potential in you, my friend.

You could replace me.

- What's going on, Tommy? - Well, like you said,

we work for Milan till we don't.

Andy and Alby swooped in and got the deal with Karen, bro.

They moved so fucking fast.

If you help me out on this,

I'll set you up with the biggest bust of your career.

My name's Slim. You mind if we shoot a few?

Yeah, sure.

It's just a matter of time until you're exposed.

What's this?

It belongs to Lobos's guy, okay?

Whoever the leak is at your office

was calling him on that phone.

You go back to the Feds. You tell 'em you'll help 'em.

You give 'em a bigger fish.

Tommy, Ghost is plotting something against Milan.

If you're working on some plan to get out, you better fucking tell me.

Got no plan, man. Don't know where his headquarters are, man.

- Can you tell me where he hangs out? - No.

I'm just as much in the dark as you.

Shipment's out.

Everything as usual, plus Milan's new shit...

And we're looking good from our collections, except for Ruiz.

Ain't got a dime from him.

Milan wants his territory covered ASAP.

I thought you had him on lock.

Trust me, Ruiz is good for it, all right?

He never wanted out of the game to begin with.

He's good. He wants back in.

Oh, yeah? He don't seem like it.

It means, he hit me up last night.

He said he wanted to talk about something,

so I'm going by there later.

So you talking to Ruiz now but you can't pick up the phone for me?

I mean, I hit you last night.

What you find, a good piece of pussy or something?

No, I was with Milan.

Brought me to his warehouse

where he keeps that designer shit.

He just wanted me to know where it was.

- How'd it look? - How did it look?

It looked like a fuckin' warehouse...

Made of bricks, cold, dark.

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Tommy, you will come to know these men as time goes on

and you continue to show your value.

Hey, Milan.

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Tommy is one of us now. Isn't that right?

We just got to be on the same page.

- You know what I mean? Mm-mm.

What I'm saying is, if we get anything, Tommy,

we've got to make sure we talk.

- I know. - Oh, okay.

The Feds step to Angela about Lobos?

Is she keeping her fucking mouth shut?

They're looking at her, yeah,

but I found something on Hugo

that I think Angela could use.

She'll figure it out, man. She's smart.

She ain't that fucking smart.

And if she was, she never would've gotten mixed up with you in the first place.

See you later.

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Ms. Egan, it's good to see you again.

You look breathtaking.

- It was Agent Asshole, right? - Right.

Oh, that must make you Agent Dickhead.

Tommy ain't here.

Now, that's funny that you know we're looking for your son.

When's the last time you saw him?

We're not just gonna walk away, Ms. Egan.

Thank you.

So when's the last time you saw him?

It's been days since I've last seen Tommy.

Stubborn kid... won't let me pay him back for the pizza.

- Yeah? - 25 bucks to pick up

two pepperoni pies... Can you believe that price?

Wow. 25... that is... That is really something.

I got the receipt around here somewhere.

Ah, take a look for yourself.

- Oh, look at that. - Hm.

Huh.

Hey, Knox. Look at the date.

That's the last time you saw Tommy?

Yeah, yeah.

He was here all day, hogging the remote.

How do we know he was here all day...

That at some point he didn't leave, come back?

Oh, well, we bought it with his credit card.

I think it's time we got out of your hair, Ms. Egan.

Sorry for the trouble.

Be sure to tell Tommy we stopped by.

Just a little bit to the left... about 6 inches.

Perfect.

Okay, and make sure that extra signs are posted out front.

We'll take care of it. - Thank you, guys.

Hey, girl. What's going on?

Wondering if you talked to 'Keisha today.

She ain't showed up,

and ain't nobody here covering her shift, either.

- You tried calling her? She ain't picking up.

- Probably with some nigga. - Huh.

You might want to call her yourself.

Ah, all right, don't worry about it.

- I'll track her down. Thanks. Bye.

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- What's up, Dre? - What's up, boy? Your mom here?

Nah. She's not home.

What the hell happened to you last night, man?

You trying to get me in trouble with your pops?

Nah. Slim just came to pick me up from school.

My fault I didn't tell you about it,

but thanks for covering up for me.

Well, I had you this time,

but I ain't doing that shit again, man.

What'd you and Slim do?

He just took me to the old neighborhood him

and my dad grew up in.

I guess you too, right?

That's it? Nothing else happened?

No, nothing else.

Look, man, just be careful of Slim, okay?

Why? I thought you guys was friends.

I mean, yeah, we are, but I'm your friend first.

Just saying, you ain't got to hang out with him all the time, okay?

All right.

Whoa, Valdes, where you headed in such a hurry?

- Ladies' room... excuse me. Hey, Valdes, did you hear?

I think we're, uh, all about to be cleared of this MJ bullshit.

What happened?

It looks like someone initiated a search

in the prison system related to Lobos's whereabouts.

Nugget is, it was done after we told everyone Lobos was dead.

Whoever it was obviously wasn't one of us.

Because we knew of Lobos's location.

They're trying to find the source of the search as we speak.

Once they do, we'll all be exonerated.

Can't wait.

Who the fuck is this supposed to pay?

What's the problem?

You know this ain't gonna be enough to cover the whole shipment.

Like I said before, I'm not paying into something

that I don't believe in.

Okay, just so we're all clear,

you want me to bring this to our connect in your name?

You got to do what you got to do.

Look, Tomas, we got a system set in place

and a clientele that expects a certain product.

It ain't easy to diversify.

I'm not saying I don't want to play ball,

but I think this would be a lot easier

if I heard it from the horse's mouth.

Okay. Okay.

Hey, Poncho, what you think about all this?

Simple shit to me... the end of the day, it's still drugs, man.