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Previously, on Power...

I want you to give this to Tommy Egan.

The clubs will be open soon,

and our stuff will be flowing in no time.

Chicago, they need answers soon.

Keep my phone.

What if something happens?

How are we supposed to reach you?

- You're not. - That's the final payment.

From this point forward, everything stops with Tariq.

What the fuck makes you think everything stops?

The prosecution's willful misconduct

was improper and conducted in bad faith.

Mr. St. Patrick,

you can go home.

Yo, Slim, you here yet?

Oh, what's up? What you doing here?

- So you got the kid? - You're damn right I got him.

We're gonna get the money from Ghost for holding his son.

And then we're gonna kill 'em both.

So what you need me to do?

Hey, brother, I'm out.

We need to talk, so hit me up.

Something big.

Can't wait, Tommy.

Want some coffee?

Sure.

Where the kids?

Well, Yas is with Mama.

Thank you.

Tariq spent the night over at Calvin's.

And Raina's at a sleepover too.

They'll be back sometime this afternoon.

I just figured they'd be here,

you know, seeing as though I just got out.

I figured we'd celebrate as a family.

Yeah, well, the kids have been through a lot, Ghost.

They just need some time.

We need to talk about Tariq.

Guess you need some time too, huh?

Where'd you sleep last night, T?

Raina's room.

T, you didn't have to do that.

You know how much I appreciate you...

What you've done for me, standing by me.

Mm-hmm.

Especially, you know, with everything we've been through.

Yeah.

I was thinking that we could, uh...

Hey, hey, hey.

I was thinking we could start over.

Put the past in the past, you know, like...

I...

I don't know about that, Ghost.

I thought we were just staying together for appearances.

You know, for the Feds, in case they come back around.

Terry said the case isn't over yet.

I wish Angela never came to the club that night.

Can't change what happened, though.

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I can tell you it's over.

- Over? - For good.

Are you kidding me?

I just watched that bitch blow up her whole life

in open court so you could walk.

- Tasha, that was... - You know what?

Let's just... let's talk tonight.

I'll let the kids stay out.

Mama can keep Yas.

But we need to go now.

Yeah, we'll definitely talk tonight.

Fuck.

Excuse me. Quick comment?

Quick comment about your situation, Mr. St. Patrick?

A quick comment? Please, sir!

How does it feel to be a free man, Mr. St. Patrick?

Sir, a quick comment?

Mr. St. Patrick?

Anything?

Mr. St. Patrick!

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James, it's so good to see you back in a suit.

You look like a-a new man.

And you look the same.

I always look the same.

I have quite the ghastly portrait in my attic.

Uh, that's a reference to a book, James,

about a beautiful boy named Dorian Gray...

Yes, I've read it. Look, I hate to break up

our book club we're having,

but I'd like you to get out of my club.

Why are you so suspicious of me,

when all I want is the best for you, for everyone, really?

It's obvious you're not here to throw me

a welcome home party, Simon, so,

let's cut to the chase.

What a way to talk to a creditor.

You owe me a substantial amount of money.

I'm here to collect.

Oh, I see you haven't spoken to your wife, Tasha,

about the little deal we made while you were away?

- No, I haven't. - Then I'll inform you.

I gave Tasha an awful lot of money for something in return.

- Tasha took money from you? - Mm-hmm.

- How much? - Oh, details are so gauche.

If you agree to work with me in a new business venture,

I will forgive every cent of your loan.

- That shit again. - No, no.

Something better.

A real estate group. You would be the CEO.

I'd simply be a silent partner.

Silent? What's in it for you?

Well, the business under your name would garner

a minority business development loan,

and a tax break that will make this lucrative for both of us.

Okay, so you've come to my club to tell me

you need my black ass to make you more money?

Diversity is all the rage these days.

We have so much to talk about.

Why don't we order in, James?

I love Chinese, don't you?

Uh, the food and the people.

I told you I would be in touch.

And yet somehow, I ain't heard from you.

You've been out long enough to put that phone

in Tommy Egan's hands.

Now, you didn't forget our little deal, did you?

I talk to Tommy in exchange for my silence

about your mishap with the Marshal.

I haven't forgotten, and I repeat, old man:

I will be in touch.

Right.

Is everything all right, James?

Jukebox: What the fuck is taking you so long?

Where's Ghost? Where's the money for Tariq?

I had to hit pause on that. Ghost got too much heat

on him right now for me to make a move.

Well, you better get moving, motherfucker.

Or I will put a bullet in this boy's ass for fun.

I ain't no fucking babysitter.

Don't fuck this up.

I ain't gonna fuck this up... why you keep saying shit like that?

I ain't gonna make a move till I can get him clean.

Where you got Tariq?

Queens.

I'll give you the address once Ghost's ass is in the car

and the money's in hand.

Don't call me till you got good news.

Was that Slim?

Oh, you eavesdropping now?

Nah, I was just hoping to see him like you said I would.

I'm gonna have to be home later.

What I said was that he was out

getting crew and supplies for the lick.

And I thought you said

you were all covered with your moms.

I am, but she's gonna call, and I'm gonna have to go home.

The last time I disappeared, I told her

it's not gonna happen again.

I got you, little nigga. Don't worry about it.

Me and Slim got all this under control.

All he needs is a little more time to crew up.

Give me your phone.

I'll handle your moms.

- Wait, it's Tariq. - _

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Sorry.

Okay.