Power

Previously on Power...

I won't let you take my little girl away from me.

I can explain.

You're on administrative leave,

effective immediately.

I had Derek do deep background checks,

and don't think for a moment

he won't deploy every weapon he has to destroy me.

Tariq St. Patrick, congratulations

on your acceptance to Callister Prep.

It's the end of this drug shit for this family.

Tariq is on the right track.

I need weight.

Move that. Give me a week.

You'll be back in business for real, a'ight?

What the fuck is this?

Some, uh, high‐tech jewelry for your ankle.

Be careful with Tommy, 'Keisha.

My advice:

don't get in over your head like Holly did.

I ain't gonna make the same mistakes Red made.

Shit.

Shit!

I'm not trying to do

this street shit forever.

I want Cash to grow up in a safe neighborhood.

Wanted to show you our new home.

- No way. - Oh, yeah.

You never lie to me again,

and in exchange,

you get an education.

I won't ever lie to you again.

Could you teach me how to move this?

I'ma teach you the game.

*POWER* Season 06 Episode 08

Yo.

How the fuck do you know where I live?

I followed you, motherfucker. You need to take this shit

off my ankle, man!

You have anything on St. Patrick?

‐ No, fuck that! ‐ Well, what about Egan?

I'm willing to make a trade today.

I'm not here to trade baseball cards with you, a'ight?

Take this shit off my fucking ankle now!

No, back the fuck off me.

You know, you're more trouble than you're worth, Coleman.

I should have let Alicia Jimenez

take you out when she had the chance.

Man, fuck you, bitch.

Yeah, maybe later.

Where the hell were you, and why did Tommy

walk into the meeting with Jason and not you?

Tommy's crew roped me up after your boy Saxe

put a fucking ankle monitor on me, man.

I can't meet up with Jason with this shit

unless you want the Feds to pull up on Jason.

A'ight? You need to take out Saxe.

First of all, I'm not killing law enforcement, okay,

and I'm not killing anybody, period.

Since you didn't meet up with Jason, the deal's off.

Yo, we need to meet up.

As long as you're chipped up like a motherfucking dog,

you stay the fuck away from me and lose my number.

I'm not playing with you, boy.

We're done.

This motherfucker.

Mom, I've never seen math this hard.

I know. Me either.

Cash got homework already?

Yeah, the teacher wants to make sure

he's caught up with the other kids.

How was your drive in from the city?

Ah, it was all right.

You know, someone cut me off and then gave me the finger,

but whatever.

It's worth it to see my girl

in her dream house.

You liking it, right?

Listen, you hear that?

I don't hear nothing.

Exactly.

There's no sirens, no cars.

Yeah, well, this ain't the city, 'Keisha.

The suburbs is the opposite of chaos,

which is what you wanted, right?

I do.

I'm just saying it's gonna take some getting used to,

especially for him.

I know. I know.

Yo, Cash money.

Put your pencil down a second.

Me and your mom wanna rap with you.

So, Cash, you know how in the city,

you walked yourself to school every day?

Out here, I'm gonna pick you up and drop you off.

Or I will.

But I'm not a little kid.

I know that,

and you don't look like one either.

Cash, you're a young black man.

The rules are different for you.

In the city, you got kids that look like you.

Out here, not so much.

I can remember what it was like

when I was the only kid that looked like me,

and I got into a fight every goddamn day.

So the...

..but you...

..you shouldn't do that,

all right?

What I'm trying to say is this.

If anybody gives you a hard time,

especially the cops,

you don't do nothing.

You just come and tell me.

Let me handle it.

All right?

Boom! Cash money. That's my guy.

All right, go upstairs. Finish getting ready. Brush your teeth.

I don't want you late for your first day of school.

Don't get lost up there.

It really means a lot to me

that Cash has both of us to count on.

Yeah, me too.

Thank you.

What the hell were you thinking,

going off the reservation like this?

I know, but I was this close

to nabbing Tommy Egan for killing Angela

and closing this RICO for good.

Joe Proctor was ready to hand us everything.

Until he caught a bullet.

So I bent the rules,

and Egan killed Proctor to keep him quiet.

Both things can be true,

but if we can prove the latter,

I bet Warner will forgive my indiscretions.

I know being a card‐carrying member

of the White Boys Legal Club has perks,

but you made a deal with the devil:

telling Jacob Warner about your witness tampering

after I told you he can't be trusted.

He's only kept you around this long for a moment like this,

when he needs cover.

He's gonna prosecute you

and ride your conviction all the way to Washington.

So what do we do?

You find a way to prove you're right.

If you do, you'll save your job and keep your ass out of jail.

Meanwhile, I'll do some research

on the softest federal penitentiaries.

I'll see you about getting you into a white‐collar Fed country club

to serve your eight to ten.

Jesus, that's not very encouraging, Tameika.

Neither is your track record, Saxe.

First thing I learned on this side of the aisle:

manage the client's expectations.

If you don't prove Tommy Egan killed Proctor,

it won't be a question of jail or no jail.

It will be where and how long.

And here...

we have our Callister Prep library.

You'll find more than 140 characters in there.

Whew!

Tariq St. Patrick?

You were the prosecutor on my dad's trial.

AUSA Saxe. Wow, good memory.

Although pity you don't remember

letting Tommy Egan into your penthouse

the night he killed Joseph Proctor.

What? I don't know what you're talking about.

You sure? You're pretty close with Tommy, right?

I mean, if he needed help, like a way inside,

you seem like the perfect person to call.

Yeah, well, maybe I should call my parents,

since it's illegal as fuck for you to be questioning me

‐ without them here. ‐ Whoa.

We're just talking.

Should probably get back to this tour.

Yeah, you probably should.

- ‐ Not this shit again. - Wow.

Looks like the Jeffersons have moved on up.

You know what happens to big, fancy houses

bought with drug money?