Great fucking plan.
I got that crazy motherfucker.
Shot him myself. You solid, Saint?
If he's dead, everything's fine.
Find Franklin Saint!
I'm-a stone his bitch ass.
I'm-a stone him till he a piece of shit on the concrete.
My name is Tony Marino. You're looking for me.
You think you know the story you're telling.
Who has the power to derail a DEA investigation,
then dissolve the murder charges
when the key witness is a federal agent?
-Is this real? Yes.
You called DFS on me?
To help us get Fuentes.
And why the DFS would help us?
I'm with the CIA,
which means that you are now, too.
The people who did this.
Did you get them?
They ask about you.
Cedro especially.
Toma. Whatever you need.
- What you want, Saint? - Skully.
He both our problem now.
You the reason why he coming after
me and mine in the first place.
- Is that fucking Leon? - Skully's people right there.
Oh, my God!
My baby!
-No! Let's fucking go, Lee!
MY baby!
Hey, give me your lighter.
Hey, Fatback, give me your lighter.
Hey, you done this shit before?
-Hell no, I ain't done this before.
Let's go.
- Hey, we gonna have to split up. - Man, hell no.
I just killed a fucking kid!
You got to get away from me.
This all I got.
Hey, look, I don't want your money, man.
Can't go back to the projects or anywhere else.
Less familiar the better. Hear me?
Hey, maybe that shit didn't wor...
Oh, shit!
Miss? Khadijah?
I'm going to ask you one more time.
Can you tell me anything about who did this?
- Help me find who did this to your kid. - Where's my baby?!
-Baby?
My fucking baby.
Hospital security, requesting assistance
in the morgue.
- Sir. Sir, you can't be here. - Fuck off, man!
Whatever you done got yourself into,
don't bring that mess in here.
I need the shovel. It's not in the back.
You can go digging, but you ain't gonna find nothing.
What the hell you talking about?
There was 20 grand buried back there.
There was. Now there ain't.
It's gone?
All of it?
Damn, Mama, that was for emergencies and shit.
I got plenty of emergencies.
I got to pay for Cookie's dialysis.
Precious got bit by a Doberman.
Had to take her to the ER.
So don't "damn, Mama" me.
You ain't been around here in months.
I'm the only reason why you got this house in the first place.
You know I love you.
But I also love your brothers and sisters,
and they are here every night, so...
you can't stay here.
Just...
Here.
That's all I got.
You got some place to go?
How you feeling?
You need to go... before Skully see you.
I'll leave.
Soon as you tell me who killed my niece.
I know I ain't been perfect.
Might've been a little hard on you at times.
A little?
I didn't know what I was doing.
I was trying to raise the three of y'all.
Stuff was messed up, but I did my best.
Nigga, you shot up my fucking house.
I shot up the parking lot.
I knew you wasn't there.
What-the-fuck-ever.
At the end of the day, we still family.
You really think you 'bout to use my daughter's death as
- a Get Out of Jail Free card? - It ain't even like that.
Then shit, what's it like, Drew?
I said I wasn't perfect.
Okay.
You know Tianna so much, what's her middle name?
I shouldn't have came.
It's too soon, wound too fresh.
You ain't thinking straight.
Nigga, fuck you.
All right.
Her middle name was the same as Mama's.
Shante.
But you right... I really didn't know her.
Always felt like I had time.
I know how bad you hurting right now.
I just want to make sure whoever did this
feeling that same pain.
Just let me help.
Man.
Colder than a penguin's pussy out here.
You ain't cold?
That must be some of that there terrycloth.
Man, I'm taking my ass to the shelter.
Night, y'all.
- Later. - All right, now.
Come on. Let's go.
Have some of that.
Got to get Peaches back in the mix soon as possible.
It's a bad time to lose muscle.
Well, we can push Little Rock back a few days if you want.
What?
Ah.
Well, this must be important.
My five-year-old niece was just murdered.
You know, me and my sister, we ain't that close no more
on account of my falling-out with Skully,
but it's funny how tragedy can bring families together.
I just came from the morgue.
She still had blood on her shirt.
Khadijah was right there when it happened.
Imagine that.
Her baby girl dying in her arms.
One thing about it, though...
She got a real good look at the shooter.
Want to guess who it was?
Daffy motherfucking Duck.
It was your boy... Leon.
And when my people fucked up,
I made it right.
I brought the transgressors right to your doorstep.
I'm expecting that same courtesy.
Y'all have a blessed night.
How you want to play this, nephew?
Uh...
Mm, before we do anything, we got to know
what the cops know, right?
'Cause if this is true... A dead five-year-old...
They're not gonna stop till they get somebody in custody.
Look, we did everything we could with Leon,
but you can't save people from themselves.
Yeah, but we the ones that fucked up with Manboy and Skully
to begin with... You know that, right?
No, Leon been lighting his own fires
for the last three months.
If his ass had just fell in line,
he wouldn't be in this shit.
He turned his back on all of us, and for what?
As far as I'm concerned, this is a Leon problem.
Well, Manboy just made it all of our problem.
Look, way I see this,
we protect Leon, go to war...
or we give him up and prevent one.
Man, look, I know he your boy and all,
but... we go to war with Skully and Manboy,
we ain't gonna survive that.
You got to hand him over, Franklin.
I got to find him first.
911, what's your emergency?
Hello?
I think there's someone in my house.
What is your address?
2670 Monument Road, Los Angeles.
Gustavo. What the fuck are you doing?!
¿Verdad, Carlito?
A story for you, Carlito?
Take them back to my bedroom, you all can sleep there tonight.
Good night, Uncle Oso.
Tío Gustavo's leaving.
-Go to sleep. Good night.
What happened to needing to stay away from them?
Uh...
I missed them.
And I missed you, too, Xiapita.
You drunken asshole, it is not fair to them.
Yeah, you're right.
Uh...
- Just... - Stop.
-Don't. Give me five minutes.
- Ay, ay, ay... - Gustavo.
-Ya.
Give me, give me five minutes.
-Just... LAPD.
- Open up. - Shit.
It's your husband.
-I thought you were a burglar.
Sit down.
Police.
- Hola, police. - Shh.
We're responding to a call about a break-in?
Yes, sorry, Officer, it was just a mis...
Get the fuck out!
- Calm down, sir. - You want me to calm down?
Gustavo!
Cuff him.
You can't arrest me!
I am fucking CIA, putos!
No, no, no, no.
Are you fucking kidding me?
Come on, this is not a surprise.
Nobody could have turned this limp dick paper
around in a year. What did they expect?
You got something, didn't you?
-I'll burn it. They can eat shit. -Oh, Jesus, Irene.
I'm no martyr. This is the game.
Go do your job.
And thank you. Really.
Good luck.
Hey, I just found out, same as you.
- But you're getting promoted. - Well...
temporarily.
Thank God.
Nine whole months of not working for a white guy...
I was starting to forget
my place in the world.
Look, I'll be addressing everyone in a few hours.
Just hang tight, okay?
No. I've got something. It can't wait.
But we're right in the middle of this.
What do you want me to do, kick the publisher out?
I don't know.
Are you in charge of this paper or not?
Charlie?
Irene Abe, meet Walter Brooks.
Sounds like you have something.
Well, come on, then.
I came in this morning and he was just here,
out cold.
What up, Saint?
We usually hold these for evidence,
but I thought you'd want them.
What is it?
Tianna's personal items.
You really should go home and get some sleep.
All of this will be waiting on you when you get back.
She's right. We should just go.
Fuck that. I'm not leaving.
I know it ain't The Ritz,
but our tenants moved out suddenly,
so the utilities work till the end of the month.
I'll be back with some food in a little while.
Don't leave, don't call nobody.
Just lay low.
I'll be back with news soon.
All right?
Hey, Saint.
I need a piece.
You know, for protection.
How he seem to you?
Known that boy a long time.
I ain't ever seen him like that.
Kill a kid?
Some motherfuckers never come back from that.
Want to tell me what happened?
No, la neta, no.
All right, look...
I know you're hurting here,
but this shit cannot happen.
Just drive, cabrón.
The kid needs to meet up, says it's urgent.
Are you good or do I need to drop you somewhere?
No, I'm okay, I'm good.
-I'm good.
Hey, the fuck?
Y'all ain't taking my little girl nowhere, man.
- What the fuck is up, man? - I'm sorry... No, no, s-sorry.
We have to prepare her for an autopsy.
Hey, you ain't finna cut up my little girl!
Whoa, whoa, wait, wait, wait.
By law, we have to perform an autopsy on all murder victims.
It ain't no mystery! She was shot!
Don't you see the fucking bullet holes in her?
- Be that as it may... - The fuck you just say?
Hey!
- Ain't no way... - You ain't about to do shit,
except let these people do their fucking job!
I can't do this anymore.
I need to get out of these fucking clothes.
Do whatever you want.
-He all right? Yeah, he's good.
Where's your... where's your body man?
Gave him the day off.
- Okay. So what's up? - Uh...
a five-year-old girl got killed.
Yesterday afternoon in Gardena.
I need to know what the cops know.
Killed by one of your men?
Can you help me out or no?
Yeah. Yeah, just give me a few hours.
Thanks.
They're really doing this.
Our own government, bringing in cocaine.
I-I mean, this is huge.
Right?
Like, Pulitzer Prize stuff?
I need to dig in and I can't do it alone.
I need researchers.
Surveillance. Private investigators.
The full resources of this paper starting right now.
Look, that is a lot to ask for.
Really? You have a better plan for how to save this paper?
'Cause I'm pretty sure this story keeps the lights on
and then some.
You don't have a story.
You have one source, off the record.
Before we commit,
get some kind of corroboration, all right?
A legitimate second source.
You think the DEA agent is, what, making it up?
Look, if the story's as big as you say it is,
there's got to be some other way of
confirming it before we push all our chips in.
What about this guy Reed's ex-wife?
Julia? I mean, she's CIA, too, right?
Maybe she hates his guts?
- She'll talk? - CIA won't talk.
He could have slept with her sister,
she wouldn't give up operational details.
It's not how they roll.
How do you guys feel about
the word of incarcerated Colombian drug lords?
Sorry, Lee.
Click, click, click.
Nigga, you think I'm dumb enough to give your ass a loaded gun
after the shit you just pulled?
I'm the smart one.
Remember?
You just had to do shit your way.
What you think, I'm about to beg for my life?
'Cause I won't.
All right, nigga.
No!
Lil' Lee.
You's a dead motherfucker now.
Ms. Saint?
Hey, Gloria. How you doing?
I just can't thank you enough for the apartment.
You don't have to thank me for that.
I'm sorry for being late on the rent.
A couple of weeks late is fine.
Just don't let it get any longer, okay?
Headed to a job interview right now.
Well, all right, girl.
Go on.
-Get 'em.
Sit down.
On the floor.
♪ I want more ♪
♪ More and then some ♪
♪ Daddy, you know what I want to hear ♪
♪ I want some more and then some ♪
♪ That I love you only, dear ♪
♪ I want some more and then some ♪
♪ Of how you feel ♪
♪ And then ♪
♪ When you done told me about a million times ♪
♪ How much you love me ♪
♪ And you're through ♪
♪ Start right back in again ♪
♪ I've made the same mistake ♪
♪ I know the awful ache ♪
♪ But I never, no, no, no, no ♪
♪ No, I never will get enough. ♪
Yeah. Yeah.
Listen, thanks.
-I owe you.
Bad news?
Franklin's in trouble.
And it's not the kind I can help him with.
Hmm.
I'm sorry about last night.
Listen, I'll get clean, be here for you,
but I need some things.
Feria.
I want feria, a lot of fucking money.
How much is a lot?
One thousand por cada kilo we move.
It's not greed.
Money is protection.
No one is hurting mi gente again.
That's fine. What else?
I want you to find Lucia.
CIA can do that, no?
Look, you're talking about cleaning up.
You really think digging around in the past
is the way to do that?
I can't keep wondering.
Just need to know what happened.
You do that, then we good.
You went to see him?
He's staying in my building.
Thought I should check on him.
- See if he's okay. - Why?
'Cause he's no different than you, Franklin.
Thanks, Ma.
I didn't do it for you.
I, uh, I got to go.
What are you gonna do?
I don't know.
I love you.
What's up?
What you want, to rub it in my face?
- Tell me "I told you so"? - Nah.
So why you got that fucking smirk on your face?
- Ain't no smirk on my face. - Skully.
He trying to apologize.
For real.
You told me yourself, this nigga ain't about shit.
Well, this nigga here trying to apologize.
For me.
And you gonna accept it for me.
Fuck you.
Hey, nigga, that's still my sister you talking to.
The fuck you gonna do, nigga?
You ain't her motherfucking daddy.
Put that shit down.
You want to kill me? Go ahead.
That ain't gonna bring Tianna back.
Your baby.
My niece.
You told me not to have her around this shit.
And now my baby girl gone.
You ain't the reason she gone.
Got to let that shit go.
It ain't on you.
Are you joking?
She can't be serious.
So are you joking? - Uh, no.
Do know how long we've been here? Too long.
- Way too fucking long. - No calls.
- No lawyer. - No trial.
And you show up, asking for our help?
- It's not cool, chica. - Far fucking from it.
Hold on. Are you serious?
Y-You never even got a phone call?
Can you believe this lady?
Maybe she's not a lady.
Maybe she's a parrot.
One minute we're at LAX,
going home to see our grandmothers.
Our sick grandmothers.
When all of a sudden, we're arrested,
thrown in a cell and forgotten.
I thought this was America.
Isn't this America?
We could have stayed in Colombia
if we wanted to be treated like this.
At least there we'd be with our nanas.
Listen to me.
This is exactly the kind of corruption I'm trying to fight.
If you can confirm my story, I promise I'll do everything
-I can to see you get a fair trial. Mm.
You mean, if we snitch for you.
Like a couple of fucking ratos?
It's not snitching if you're getting the guy who gave you up.
Say that again.
According to my DEA source, Reed Thompson used you
as bargaining chips to get one of his assets out of trouble.
He's the reason you're in here.
Help me, not only will I get you a trial,
I'll take down the man who put you here.
Sorry to be the bearer of bad news,
but the cops have Leon's prints
off of a bullet they found at the scene.
So they know he was there.
And I'll help out in any way I can on my end, but...
understand that you're all listed as-as known associates.
Which means that the longer it takes to find him,
the more heat you're gonna feel coming down on you here.
I understand.
Look, I know that you two are close.
Uh, but there's no getting around this.
Said I understand.
Anything else?
No.
The task force has recently expanded its scope
to include additional communities affected
by the recent surge in violence.
Police have now released the names
and the pictures of the two suspects wanted in connection
with the Gardena shooting that claimed six lives,
including that of little five-year-old Tianna Brown.
Take a look at these pictures.
That's Leon Simmons there
and Thaddeus Barber, aka Fatback.
Both of these men are wanted for questioning by the police.
We're told each of them has
an extensive criminal background,
and both are considered to be armed and dangerous.
If you have any information at all on their whereabouts,
you're being asked to contact the L.A. Country.
Sheriff's Department.
And remember, you can remain anonymous.
The L.A. City Council today
-approved new funding for...
If I'm with y'all, it'll spook him.
Tell him you found him another hideout, out of town.
When you get far enough out, do what got to be done.
You should get some birds added to it.
What the fuck is this?
What it look like?
Out.
I said get the fuck out.
♪ Free, free from the street, from captivity ♪
♪ Break out, break in ♪
♪ It doesn't matter where you've been ♪
♪ Snake pit, lion's den, you need someone... ♪
Why are you here getting a tattoo...
when the niggas that killed our daughter
is out here walking around free like shit is fucking sweet?
Hey, you got to calm down. We on it.
Y'all ain't on shit but y'all's asses!
♪ Drop to... ♪
I don't give a fuck what y'all got to do
or how the fuck y'all got to do it.
But both of y'all owe me.
I want that motherfucker Leon dead.
And that fat nigga that was with 'em.
Already got stuff in motion.
Stay here with her.
I got her.
Police have rounded up suspects...
Police are still looking for two suspects
both believed to be armed and dangerous.
Lee?
Fuck.
Lee?
Shit.
That's that nigga right there.
Get down! Get down!
Mama! Mama!
Get your stupid ass in the car!
-Ah!
You asked for corroboration, these guys are it.
Not to mention the story of two
Cali Cartel kingpins who apparently we've been
holding without due process for almost a year.
I hear you, I just think that if...
That if you fuck this up, you won't get to stay
in the big office?
Irene, can I talk for 30 seconds, please? Christ.
You sold me, okay?
You sold me.
It's enough to keep going.
So whatever you need, you got it.
Can I give you one piece of advice?
There's a lot here. You need to find a weak link.
Someone who wants to talk.
A jaded crew member, a guilty conscience.
The better their credibility, the stronger your source.
You get that person on the record,
all the other pieces will fall in fast.
I see a lot of motherfuckers,
-but ain't no Leon. Yeah.
No Leon.
Well, the way I see it, until you give Leon up,
-we ain't gonna be able to do no business.
Well, it's a good thing I'm not the one
who came hat in hand looking to do business, right?
It's funny how things change, huh?
I remember a time you had Compton. That's me.
Inglewood. That's Skully.
And the projects.
That was, until Leon fucked that up.
What you got left, Saint?
What I got?
I got the plug, nigga.
-You right. You do.
You got the plug. You sure do.
All the cheap cocaine in the world,
nowhere to sell it.
Look, I remember when you asked me if there was something
you could do to stop this beef.
Well, this is it.
You give Leon up, I get Skully to lay down,
everything go back to the way it was.
Nah. Nah, can't do that.
You really want to go to war?
Over lil' Leon?
See, that's the difference between me and you, Drew.
I don't give up my people.
- 'Cause he family, right? - That's right.
Know what I always respect about you, Saint?
You was always about business.
It was never personal.
Even when I ain't like shit,
and he did some fucked up shit, but I could respect it,
'cause it was consistent.
But now... you breaking your own rules.
And I can't respect that.
Hope you got a plan, nigga.
'Cause when the sharks smell blood...
they gonna come.
Ain't nothing nobody can do to stop it.
Until next time.
♪ But too bad, ha, ha ♪
♪ Don't touch that stereo ♪
♪ Just get on the floor and go, go ♪
♪ Don't touch that stereo ♪
♪ I like that part, I like that part ♪
♪ Right there, right there, hey, Mr. DJ ♪
♪ Hey, Mr. DJ ♪
♪ Ow ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
♪ If you see a guy about seven feet tall ♪
♪ It's Iceberg Slim with a basketball ♪
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♪ Take the long way home. ♪
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You mean, let the system destroy him...
or fight it.
It's time we grow past LA.
-If we go to war...
we ain't gonna survive it.
Let's roll.
Give me some reason to believe that we can make it out.
You can't trust anyone.
The shelf life in my line of work is pretty limited.