Power

Previously, on "Power"...

I wanna be the biggest goddamn drug dealer in New York City.

You remember Broc, right?

Dre went and beat the boy half to death.

Cut his tongue out, shot him in the head.

Me and you got a common enemy.

Dre's a fucking rat,

and if we work together, we can get rid of him.

If you sign implicating the Jimenez cartel

on the pre‐agreed charges,

I could take you into protection now.

I'm offering you a trade for Jason Micic.

He wants me to be his distro. I've been putting his ass off.

You do this one thing, Dre, and you're in with Jason Micic.

I couldn't even do that if I wanted to, man,

not with Saxe breathing down my neck.

Dre?

You gotta watch your back, man. If Tommy catches you on TV,

it's not a good thing for you.

Oh, yo. Look at this.

Told you I seen Dre. At the party.

Yo! Wait, wait, wait, wait. Don't shoot. Look.

The Feds got a tracker on me, Spank.

You can't run or lie your way out of this one.

Where can I find his crew?

Egan's warehouse, where is it?

Tommy and his crew are about

to get scooped up by the Feds, though.

You can lose money, or I can step up

and make it a smooth transition for you.

NYPD!

‐ Shit, man. ‐ Shit!

That motherfucker set us up!

And came back to watch this shit?

This shit ain't over.

Plant that at St. Patrick's place.

So you wanna frame him for murder?

I wanna frame a guilty man.

Sometimes the justice system

needs a fucking kick in the ass.

Speaking Serbian...

The fuck?

‐ Hey! ‐ Fuck.

Hey, get back here!

Local entrepreneur James St. Patrick

will soon be announced

as Tate rival Lorette Walsh's running mate.

St. Patrick's presence on the ticket

will erase doubts from those communities

about Walsh's commitment to their interests.

I know you tried to frame me for Jason's murder,

but I got out of there before the cops got to me.

You's a wannabe gangster.

You had all the potential, Dre,

but at the end of the day,

you ain't got the‐the shit to make it work.

‐ Man, fuck you! ‐ Yeah, fuck me.

But you need me, Dre,

like you always do.

Blanca, you know I didn't do this shit.

I ain't got no fucking reason to kill Jason.

I need you to answer one question for me.

If the answer is yes, then I'm getting you out of here today.

‐ ‐

*POWER (2014)* Episode Title: "Still DREl"

Let me take her.

You need to put the bins out.

Baby, how many times I gotta tell you this shit?

In New York, we don't know

what the fuck a bin is, all right?

We say, "Take the trash out."

Then take the trash out.

Not right now, not right now,

'cause when Mommy takes you, Daddy misses you so much.

Maybe you wouldn't miss her so much

if you didn't let her get snatched up.

You gonna keep on me about that?

You gonna tell me what happened?

It doesn't matter. I got her back.

We're safe now, baby, all right?

If you really cared about us being safe,

we'll get the hell out of New York.

I'm not going back home to London with you.

I'm not talking about this shit again, okay?

No. Not London.

To my sister's in Vegas.

Chantelle's got a good job, a house with a pool.

We can take Heaven and start a new life.

Baby, you can't be serious with this shit.

You want me dealing blackjack

to blue‐haired bitches from Idaho

when my operation is almost at the top of the game

right here, babe?

No.

Baby, I could own New York.

We could own it.

And you wanna rent in Vegas?

No.

Better to rent in Vegas

than buy a casket in New York.

Let's go talk to Mommy, 'cause she's tripping.

We gonna talk to Mommy.

Look, baby,

this is what I do,

and I'm good at this shit,

so we can run, or...

you could be my queen right here in New York City.

Look, baby, I made a move last night

that's gonna solve all our problems, a'ight?

So nothing's ever gonna happen to me, you,

and Heaven ever, ever again.

Shh. Okay?

...local entrepreneur James St. Patrick

has left the Tate campaign.

In a stunning turn of events,

Sources say that St. Patrick will soon be announced

as Tate rival Lorette Walsh's running mate.

- ‐ What the fuck? - If true,

this move would virtually ensure Walsh's bid

to become the Democratic candidate

in the race for New York State governor.

Walsh is vulnerable with urban and minority constituents,

and St. Patrick's presence on the ticket,

especially after his exoneration on murder charges...

No, this can't be fucking happening right now.

...will erase doubts from those communities

about Walsh's commitment to their interests.

Dre, what's wrong?

Ah, Coleman,

what the motherfuck are you doing here?

Look, man, you didn't answer my texts.

You need to tell me what the fuck is going on.

I did what you asked. I planted the phone.

Just give me a second to wake the fuck up.

God.

You know, we weren't supposed to see each other again

after you went to St. Patrick's hotel room.

You coming here is putting us both in jeopardy.

No, no, no, you told me to connect the dots,

and I did that shit.

Now you're supposed to hold your end of the deal, man.

Yeah, minor detail:

you filed the fucking complaint that got me fired, Dre,

so shit's gonna take a little bit longer as a result.

Saxe, we already talked about that.

I hid the phone.

You're supposed to take out Ghost.

Yeah, I'm working on it.

What's that saying, uh, "Good things come

"to those who shut the fuck up

and wait patiently at their own apartment"?

Well, while you're working on it,

James St. Patrick's all over my fucking TV

running for lieutenant governor of New York, man.

‐ No way. ‐ Yes!

Okay, Tate's not exactly rocketing to the White House,

but he can't be stupid enough

- to put St. Patrick on his ticket. - No, no, no, no, it's not Tate.

It's, uh, uh, this Walsh bitch

that got him switching sides.

‐ Lorette Walsh? ‐ Yes. Yeah.

No fucking way.

Jeez. Okay, you know what?

This shit's not gonna happen, okay? Trust me.

Trust you? Trust you?

Are you fucking kidding me right now?

Trust is earned,

and you're in the red, my man.

So you want me to handle this my way,

or are you gonna fix this?

I'll fix it.

Our deal is still on, okay? I got your back.

Saxe, I got my back.

You got a fucking problem.

Bitch‐ass nigga.

This my nigga O. Z., bro.