Power Book II: Ghost

Previously on Ghost...

Yas!

I was trying to make breakfast.

Really, little girl? I'm going back to sleep.

She been drinking again, Yas?

She's getting worse, 'Riq.

How can I fix this?

Besides working the steps, stay away from him as much as possible.

Professor Jabari Reynolds from Stansfield.

- No. - From your reaction,

it feels like there might be something more between you.

In the past, there was.

- Not currently? - No.

Back in fucking business.

All right, we'll park this at my parents' country house

until we figure out a plan to move all this product.

- The 12th District. - Sweeney's seat?

That guy's a Democratic legend. No.

Promise me when I bring something back on Sweeney,

you'll bless my taking his seat.

I got a plan for us to get out of the life.

I'm telling Zeke to sign up for the draft this year.

It's time for you to go pro.

I just don't know if it's gonna be...

Enough of this Carrie shit.

We got some unfinished business. Kill him.

I don't got shit to prove to you, huh? But that's who I motherfucking am.

Ain't nobody more vicious or loyal than me.

Give me a shot.

We need to talk, okay? I got us a new connect. Ma, don't walk away. Ma.

My number's in here. If anything happens, use it.

C'mon, Ma. Reach out.

This is Detective Kevin Whitman. NYPD. Who's this?

- Shit. - Did you get that?

The phone pinged at Stansfield.

That's where we focus this investigation,

and that's where we find Reynolds' killer.

Take off your shirt.

Ma?

Trust me.

Ma!

Ma! Ma!

You need mommy?

It's too late to be scared now, little nigga.

Mommy gone. You sent her away, remember?

Nah...

You supposed to be on your man shit, right?

You know what you gotta do.

I can't leave you.

Grow the fuck up. Toss that shit.

I can't leave you. No. Tariq, help.

NYPD. Open up.

Tariq St. Patrick,

go and grab your shoes. We need to bring you down to the station.

Station? For what?

You'll find out when you get there.

These my two shits right here, pendejos.

Which one you think I should fuck up first?

The fuck you need the Internet to tell you that for?

What, you never heard of democracy?

Hey, yo, snap this shit.

Fuck outta here. I'm out.

- You out? - Yeah.

Where you going? Who was that?

No one.

Simon. So glad you reached out.

Well, I have a small problem, and I think you might be the solution.

Actually, ditto.

What do you know about Congressman Rick Sweeney?

I'd like to make a run at his seat, but I'm gonna need some help with the DNC...

That's nice, but I have another idea.

Stansfield is having a bit of a publicity problem,

what with the recent murders and all,

and you coming on as an adjunct

could be a very good look for all sides.

You know, I really think that uh, my efforts...

No one is talking about you, Rashad.

You need headlines, and this is a great one.

Plus, what better place to dig up

helpful dirt on Sweeney?

You know he's friends with the Westons,

who built the other half of Stansfield's Campus. And your colleagues.

Do me a favor and look up

the Canonical Studies Department.

Damn.

I really think you'll enjoy the view

from the classroom, Rashad.

Oh, Simon. You know me so well.

- Tariq. - Yas.

What are you doing here? What happened? Where's Grandma?

- Back there. - Thanks, Justine.

Listen, I'm gonna try and make it less than a year next time, okay?

- The fuck are you doing here? - Tariq. Hi.

Davis MacLean sent me. We, uh, work together now.

Your grandmother got a DWI tonight,

and Davis asked me to come down and grease the wheels a bit.

Everyone's okay. She just hit a parked car. But she's gonna be here a while.

Listen, I can... I can get you a few minutes

with her while they process the case.

Thanks.

I'll be back, okay? A few minutes.

Tariq, I-I-I wasn't drunk.

Big Mama, how could you do this with Yasmine in the car?

I mean, don't you know what could have happened to her?

It wasn't my fault.

Your sister was supposed to have a sleepover.

I was supposed to have the night off.

Grandma, they are no nights off.

You're telling me!

I am 62 years old, and I am tired.

Do you know what I've been through?

First Raina, then your father, now my daughter's gone.

Sometimes it gets to be too much.

I should be allowed to have a drink or two if I want.

You're right, Grandma.

You're right. I'm sorry, okay?

Sorry to interrupt,

but uh, Yasmine's getting ready to leave for a foster home

- if you... - Wait, what?

- Foster care? - No, no, she's coming with me.

I understand you wanting to do that,

but she's not allowed to return to Estelle's

until after her court appearance tomorrow,

and a college dorm isn't acceptable accommodations.

I don't wanna go with her.

I wanna go with you, Tariq.

Listen, Yas, I know. I know. I wish you can, but you can't right now.

No, please Tariq. Let me come with you. I'll be good. I promise.

Yasmin, listen, you're always good.

All right? That's not the problem.

It's just for the night, though, okay?

Just go with the lady, Yas.

She's going to a really good home.

I've known the family for years.

I'm her family, all right?

Look, Yas, I'ma fix it, okay?

I promise. I promise.

Tariq.

[Oswin Benjamin and Alex Ervington's "Moving Different"]

Hey, man, you need to quit it with that ninja appearance shit you be doing.

Or maybe you need to be better aware of your surroundings.

The last time I saw you, you had a lot of questions.

Now it's my turn.

Who are you trying to impress?

The fuck you talking about?

That stunt at the hangar?

I mean, sure, you proved you could fight.

Whatever.

That was foolish, risky.

Only if you don't know you'll win.

Been stamping out niggas like that my whole life.

Been trained for it.

Hmm. By who?

Shit, who you think?

Been in the game since before I was born.

My brother and sister too.

Yeah, where are they?

They around, but my moms, man,

she been thinking she been running things for too long.

She be forgetting how she got there.

Hmm.

And what about Lorenzo?

Your pops, he's in for life?