Fiddy, the King of Inappropriate, opens this week’s episode blowing out the back of his ex, his son’s mother. I didn't catch her name, but whatever it is here, she is and always will be "Tasha" to me because of "Why Did I Get Married?" and she just looks like a Tasha. Back to Power: Tasha is a screamer, and son Sean has the misfortune of being downstairs watching the game and overhearing it all. Awkward. More so than two weeks ago when he walked in on his father getting dome? You decide.

Tasha is home holding down the fort while Ghost is in Miami “on business”. Tariq is worried about his dad, and so is Tasha. Simultaneously, Ghost ain’t worried about nothing. After much delay, Jamie and Angela are in Miami, their version of Olivia going to Vermont with Fitz, or standing in the sun with Jake. They’re unbothered, sipping room service mimosas for breakfast. Ghost tells Angie, “you did not have faith in me…” Um… why should she, married man, who hasn’t disclosed his illegal lifestyle. They’re living in a fantasy. Wake up! Someone call Dap Dunlap or Mary J Blige.

So Ghost, Tommy and Team are moving that dough. But they still need more distributors to make a dent. This sounds like a good problem, but it isn’t. There’s a whole lot of drugs just laying around and not making money. Worse, none of the usual suspects want to get involved.

Tommy is wide open off of Holly, so he has to pick her up from the hospital before he can address this drug situation for which he has all of the good contacts.