Rain slicks the asphalt. Sirens wail in the distance. TARIQ ST. PATRICK (17, sharp jaw, dead eyes behind a designer hoodie) stands over a body. JAMES "GHOST" ST. PATRICK. Blood pools into a gutter.
EFFIE Welcome to WMA, Tariq. Whisper. Mean. Alone. That’s how we run this town. You’re not the only ghost here.
Tariq doesn’t blink.
VOICE (O.S.) Good. Because if he’s half the man his father was, he’ll survive. If not? He’s no use to us.
CARRIE (CONT'D) Mr. St. Patrick. What do you think?
Tariq approaches. Music thumps. He hands the bag to a masked figure. But as he turns, blue lights flash. COPS. Everywhere.
Rain slicks the asphalt. Sirens wail in the distance. TARIQ ST. PATRICK (17, sharp jaw, dead eyes behind a designer hoodie) stands over a body. JAMES "GHOST" ST. PATRICK. Blood pools into a gutter.
EFFIE Welcome to WMA, Tariq. Whisper. Mean. Alone. That’s how we run this town. You’re not the only ghost here. power book ii: ghost s01e01 wma
Tariq doesn’t blink.
VOICE (O.S.) Good. Because if he’s half the man his father was, he’ll survive. If not? He’s no use to us. Rain slicks the asphalt
CARRIE (CONT'D) Mr. St. Patrick. What do you think? blue lights flash. COPS. Everywhere.
Tariq approaches. Music thumps. He hands the bag to a masked figure. But as he turns, blue lights flash. COPS. Everywhere.