No! No!
I want that motherfucker Leon dead.
Tianna my blood, too. We'll make sure them niggas pay.
We need you to take the rap on this one, Fatback.
Franklin, did you post his bai?
No. No, no, no, no.
Well, if you didn't, who did?
We looked him in his face and told him everything
was gonna be all right!
You fucking full of shit!
Contra forces in the south have been pushed back.
Any word on that missing shipment of weapons?
I think I have to go down there. Panama.
Maybe Nicaragua. You take care of things
for me here until I get back.
You're about to get these people
killed or make them into killers.
We got in this game to get rich, right?
The fuck else you need?
It's not just about what I need.
Reed Thompson is CIA.
Mean Franklin in his pocket.
Means we all in his pocket.
Should I tell them the shelter is being funded
by your son's drug money?
I've got proof of everything, Alton.
I've also got proof about who's really behind it.
Tell me what you know, and I'll spare your family.
And what'd you do with the bod?
Had Tanosse call it in.
Whoa, hold up. The cops was at the club?
She said the owner's out of town.
She just runs the place, don't know shit.
Which is pretty much close to the truth.
All them keys...
I'd moved them. Like I said I would.
- It's all good. - All good, except for Skully
dropping bodies outside my fucking club!
Just one body.
Hey.
Nobody wanted this to happen, but it worked.
Cops got they fall guy.
Tianna's murder's off the board. Heat coming off us.
Y'all got Little Rock going.
Leon's gonna restart the projects.
Get the money flowing in again, Lou.
Bring in new soldiers.
Protect what's ours.
Huh?
Yeah. All right, come on, we gonna be late.
Hey.
- Uh, you all right? - Fine.
Hey, no disrespect to your pops,
but I'm not exactly in a partying mood.
All right, man, I feel you. Hit you later.
All right.
♪ It's called the sweep... ♪
- Congratulations! - Hey, congratulations, Pop!
Yeah!
-Finally.
Yeah. Come here.
Don't just stand there. Come on.
-Congratulations, Pop. Come on in.
Thank you, son.
My God. Hey... Thank you.
Now, Mama tried her best. - Yes!
You know how that be working out.
Oh, she did all right, didn't she?
Mmm.
I'll get you a drink. Let me get you a drink.
You want a Hennessy? Franklin! Just water.
Franklin, that was not funny.
Franklin, would you stop that...
Thank you.
Alton and I used to talk about everything
when we first met. Hmm?
Uh, the Panther movement, of course.
Cop-watching in Oakland.
But also just life, death, God...
Even the Bible. - Ah...
Come, now. Don't nobody want to talk about the old days.
Sure, we do. Sure, we do.
Your father was an amateur Bible scholar.
He knew all the problems
of the Old and the New Testament,
especially the mistakes.
-Mm-hmm. Drove my parents crazy.
-Mama would not have liked him one bit. Oh, no.
She would've pulled out her .38 and blasted his blasphemous ass.
I don't want to know
what your mama would've thought about me, then.
Sure don't.
Uh, we should, uh, make a toast.
- Oh. - A water toast to, um, the Bible breaker.
A revolutionary from the start.
We are all very proud of you.
- Uh, thank you. - We love you.
- To Alton. - Alton. Alton.
Good morning.
That's it. We're wheels up.
Yes, sir.
Drink?
You got anything else?
- Something stronger maybe? - Uh, I'm not sure.
Forget it.
What's going on?
Uh, breakfast will be served
in 30 minutes, but everyone needs to check in first
at the front desk. All right?
Ah. Wanda.
- Uh, how you doing? - Doing good.
Okay, well, you get a chance to look at the new job listings?
Gonna do that first thing.
Oh, come on. Don't wait, Wanda.
- Hey. - Hmm?
I asked around.
You're Franklin Saint's daddy, huh?
I am.
How do you know my son?
Oh, you know, just from the neighborhood.
Whose baby is that?
Oh, that's John Baxter's little girl.
Hey, hey.
Come on. Come here, sweetie.
It's okay. That's okay.
It's okay. Hey... Uh, have you seen John Baxter?
- I'll go look for him. - Okay. Wait, wait, wait.
No, no. No.
Okay.
Let me see if I can find him.
Have you seen John Baxter?
Hey...
John Baxter?!
Oh, John... Oh.
Man's got the Froze.
Run inside, tell them to call an ambulance.
♪ Here we go, here we go, get loose Ski, yeah... ♪
-Shit. What's the matter?
I think we're being followed.
Think or you know?
I know.
♪ Ready to go, here we go, here we go... ♪
How long?
A few miles back, at least.
They pros? - Don't think so.
♪ Mm, bop, bop, bop, bop, mm, bop, bop, bop, bop... ♪
Pull over. Let's find out.
♪ And we guarantee... ♪
-Hey, what you motherfuckers want?
-Hold up.
Huh?
Already missed a drop. I don't want to miss another one.
You don't want to know who following us?
Dudes were Black, right?
- Yeah. - They probably been following us
since we left the club just now, yeah?
Probably. Right.
If they wanted to jack us, they would've tried.
Means they wanted to follow us,
like they know we was about to go meet the plug.
Let's go make this deal.
I'll worry about the rest of it after.
There was another addict who ran away.
Probably just another rockhead stealing whatever he could.
We're seeing more and more of them die like this.
The-the rock pushes its way through the weakened heart,
causing cardiac arrest.
That's the son?
Uh, yeah.
- Where's the mother? - Missing for over a month.
Also on the rock.
We can check our records, see if she's been picked up.
In any event, she won't likely be fit for custody.
What'll happen to them?
We'll search for relatives.
Meantime, Family and Children Services will look out for them.
- Temporary foster home. - And if you don't find relatives?
We'll look for permanent placement.
But they'll stay together?
For now.
Do you want to talk to the boy, or should I?
No, I'll, uh... I'll tell him. Thank you.
-You got to make the time, girl.
Hey. I mean, come on.
Shit changed since y'all left.
- You only got one family. - What are you talking about?
-Washers been broke for a while now. All right, come on.
-There's a lot more little homies around.
Niggas trying to eat any way they can, Lee.
Get your hands off of me.
Big Deon.
Fatback and him was cousins.
So you know he's been looking for you.
MAN Hey, Little Ron! Hey, don't get
my bike jacked, dude.
Fatback wasn't no gangsta, but he was a real one.
He took care of the homies, unlike your motherfucking ass.
That's why I came here to make shit right.
Do business. Just name your price.
Price?
You hear, cuh?
Nigga, you left mouths to feed and no bread.
Nigga, fuck you.
You feeling froggy?
-Leap, nigga. Nigga.
I've been itching to max a nigga out.
I ain't come here for beef, just business.
Well, beef looking for you, then,
'cause ain't gonna be no business, cuh.
Come on, let's go.
Take your Jheri curl ass on out of here, nigga.
Run, little man.
-Step, motherfucker.
Come on.
Old-school nigga really trying to squab.
It's only a few more left like that.
So, where is Reed today?
Had some other business.
He seem okay to you?
You know, he came to see me the other night at the club.
He was drunk, sniffling, like he might've been using.
If something's going on with him,
it's in both our interests to know, don't you think?
If you want to know, you should ask him.
Well, I hope to.
But he ain't here.
He's okay.
Don't worry.
I am so sorry.
Most families don't want to adopt two kids.
Especially a teen.
The boy will be taken to a facility?
I hope not.
Can you imagine being split from your baby sister like that?
Can we do anything?
Yes.
We can stop all of this.
- The plan was two years. - No.
- We talked about this. - No. And if you believe that,
then you're drinking the Kool-Aid.
What do you want to do?
I want him to walk away.
I'm not abandoning my son again.
-Cissy. Cissy.
If you can get Franklin to agree, we'll be out.
But if not...
C-Cissy...
- I can't. - No, wait, wait, wait.
-I can't. -Cissy, Cissy. Listen to me, Cissy.
Aren't you gonna share?
You know...
as much as I am a great believer in the...
medicinal qualities of the coca plant...
I can't say I endorse this as a method of coping.
Well, who says I'm coping?
Maybe I'm just doing my best Avi impression.
It's not an easy job, what we do.
What we do?
I wasn't that much different than you once, remember?
I recall a time when I used to work
with a certain government agency in Israel,
and I experienced occupational burnout.
Then, in '72, I really messed up.
In '72?
Abu Sharif?
Yeah.
No shit. You put the bomb in the book?
The Memoirs of Che Guevara?
- Mossad was to blame. - Shit.
Made to look incompetent.
International condemnation.
Some of us were pretty damn impressed.
Not my superiors.
They distanced themselves from me.
The writing was on the wall.
It was over. I just refused to quit.
I put myself through so much unnecessary anguish...
when I should've just walked away.
So, what was the last straw?
The day they told me I was leaving.
It was up to me to choose which way I left.
Walking or being carried.
That's right.
Leon's in here.
All ones, please and thank you.
Hold the fuck up.
Why are some hos bringing me this nigga dead body?
Ain't no hos around here.
The hit you and your sister put on the Saint crew. Duh.
Five grand for Leon, right?
Don't act dumb now.
Your sister put that shit out on the street,
now we about to get paid.
Is you bitches stupid?
- That ain't Leon. - What?
Take this shit and get the fuck out of here.
Uh-uh... nuh-uh. We did a lot of work
to set this motherfucker up and drug him.
Yeah, I broke my nails putting him in the trunk, so...
Come on.
How about four grand?
Okay. Three grand?
Uh, we got babysitters for this. $500?
Get the fuck out of here.
Franklin gone for the day.
I ain't here for him. Hey, Jerome?
Yeah?
I got a problem with an O.G.,
and I know you came up with them type of niggas.
Yeah, they looked out for me when I first got here.
-Was a while back. Well, I figured
you know a way around what I'm dealing with,
'cause that nigga won't even hear me out.
Gangbanging about more than just money
and colors for O.G.s.
It's about community.
- Respect. - Well,
this shit ain't Sesame Street. What am I supposed to do?
Wrap this shit in a box and hand it to them?
Fatback paid more than just overhead to his niggas, right?
- Yeah. - He made sure everybody there,
they got what they needed.
Made them feel like they was taken care of.
That's your job now.
You got to show them you're serious.
All right?
I'm-a go with you.
- Okay. - Yeah.
You really think this a good time
to be spending hours in the projects?
You got bodies dropping here.
I feel like it's dangerous anywhere I go.
Leon got a bull's-eye on him.
Didn't you say we need to do business
and serve the goddamn CIA man?
Unless you want to go to the projects
and straighten this shit out yourself.
Black Diamond and Dallas are good people.
- You should've paid them. - Don't you realize
dummies like that gonna bring you anybody
that look like one of the Saints?
First, you out here gutting niggas like you crazy,
now you looking to get any old body killed.
- What are you thinking, Dijah? - I'm thinking about my daughter.
And I wouldn't even have to do none of this shit
had you brought me Leon in the first fucking place.
Look, I'm-a tell you one more time, all right?
I'm doing this my way!
Now, I already got stuff in motion.
I don't need you messing it up.
Well, it take a little bit of time to call off a hit,
so... might want to hurry your way of doing shit.
The fuck out of here!
♪ And I feel it deep inside ♪
-♪ Oh, how much more can I try? ♪
♪ 'Cause I feel it in my bones ♪
♪ Causing me to fight when you say... ♪
What'll it be?
♪ I won't give up without a fight... ♪
Uh... Think I'll have a, uh...
club soda, please.
♪ When you give love ♪
♪ You forgive and then you forget ♪
♪ But it's real love ♪
♪ That is strong and stands out from the rest ♪
♪ Things we say, we may regret ♪
♪ In the heat of emotions we can't resist ♪
♪ When I know love is so easy... ♪
Ground rules.
You protect my family.
This is only about exposing the CIA.
Is that clear?
If you agree to be totally on the record
and not hold anything back, I promise.
♪ Brr... stick 'em! ♪
Come on, eat! Here you go.
Thanks, man. Hey, Lee.
Hey, Wanda.
You looking... not as bad.
Regular fucking Casanova over here.
I can grab you a plate if you want.
I need to talk to you.
You ain't been returning my pages.
I been busy.
I made it to Alton's shelter.
- Okay. - Uh...
You ain't tell me he was Franklin's daddy.
How you doing, girl?
I ain't think it mattered.
It didn't, but...
I heard something while I was there.
He was talking to this Oriental lady... Wait, that's
the proper term to call them and shit, right?
I don't know,
but if you got something to say, spit it the fuck out.
Okay, but first, if it's something that might could help,
do you think maybe you could put me on?
I know you ain't come up here asking for no job.
I'm clean, Lee.
And I'm gonna stay that way.
I just... I need some money.
- Come on, Lee. - Hey, get the fuck out of here.
- You know I'm... - Just get the fuck out of here.
Said there wasn't gonna be no business.
You see any, nigga?
Hey. You Big Deon, right?
From Pearl's, off Manchester and Western?
Chris Dickerson people, right?
Yeah. Bench about 350?
Full plates, nigga.
Yeah, Dickerson and them my folks.
Uh-huh.
Had you pegged for Mr. Olympia and shit.
You still training?
Knocked a nigga out for saying I was on them 'roids.
Went to jail.
How you know this nigga?
We in the game together. Partners.
Sorry about your cousin.
Gonna pay for the funeral.
Take care of them niggas, too. I promise you that.
As long as your business don't interfere with my business.
That's all you.
We good if the overhead good.
All right. We pay you double right now.
Throw in a couple of your soldiers.
Einstein and his folks got you. They loyal.
He's the smartest, though.
What's 123,048 times 324?
39,867,552.
What the fuck? I need more than a human calculator.
You do right by us and you'll have it.
We die for ours.
Something happening to them, something happening to you.
Let's eat.
Come on, now.
- Come on. - Y'all go ahead.
Man, I'm hungry.
Get what you want.
Give me all them, shit.
-On one plate, nigga.
Y'all ain't got no sauce or nothing.
-Shit looks dry as fuck.
Hey, Mama.
Hey, sweetheart.
Damn.
That new?
-It is.
Wow.
That's good.
You should treat yourself. You deserve it.
-And I do.
So, what's up?
Well...
I had a long talk with Paul Davis today.
- Uh-huh. - He wants to bring us in
on two commercial towers on Wilshire.
That's amazing. That's amazing.
And he just called out the blue with this?
Mm, I did what you suggested.
I forgave the church bridge loan.
- Made it a gift. - A gift. See? See?
That's great.
Wow.
Did you ever think you'd be in the position
to give away a quarter million dollars?
No.
- No. - But I knew you would.
-That's beautiful.
- Come on, let me sign this. - Yeah.
Here.
So, you really do live near the shelter.
How long you been here?
All my life.
- This is my parents' house. - Hmm.
I have more questions.
I need to clarify a few things.
-That okay?
Okay.
Wiesenthal and I just missed Mengele in Buenos Aires.
They're gonna have an in absentia trial for him
in Jerusalem next month.
I'll have a lot more freedom in pursuing him.
There she is.
Hello, darling.
- Querido. - Querido, mija.
Reed.
Marta, my banker.
It's lovely to meet you.
As I said on the phone, I am terribly sorry
- for the error. - Well, it's not an error.
It's... it was the theft of $15 million.
Let's not call it an error.
Listen, there's been progress.
There's been progre... There's been progress?
I'm sure there has been.
I mean, especially once you heard
we were coming down here. Right?
Our security forensic team tracked the transfers,
discovered it was one of our employees.
He made it look as if the escrow transfer
went to Lebanon but was instead
diverted to, bueno, multiple accounts
- around the world. - Which employee?
That's an internal matter.
Well, no, it's my money.
We've transferred $15 million U.S.
into your account.
For all intents and purposes,
- this matter is resolved. - It makes no sense, actually.
What, so if he stole the money, why does he stick around?
Bueno, he runs, he's obviously guilty.
He thought he could hide the transfers,
- stay above suspicion. - I'll need to speak to him personally.
We have our own enforcement team,
working with Panamanian authorities.
-They want to track more of his transfers
- before taking him in. - The Panamanian authorities.
What's his name?
I am sorry. No.
No se puede.
I think that we're probably gonna have to revisit
this financial relationship.
-Thank you. Wait, wait, where you going?
Where you going? What the f... Hey, what's your problem?
You got the money.
My problem is that is an unsatisfactory answer!
Babe?
Where you been?
Shelter said you left hours ago.
Uh...
I was... thinking.
-Mm.
I just want you to know that what I did...
I did for all of us.
We got to be a unit now, you hear?
I ain't none of y'all little niggas' daddy.
So if you off schedule, you're missing money,
that's your ass.
It's gonna be some times when you got to get your hands dirty.
You stay ready...
you ain't have to get ready.
Cook house got rats, but we good.
I want these corners up by tonight.
They ready.
Where the nerdy nigga at?
Went to take a shit.
Come on.
- All right, cool. Let's go. - You know your corner?
Think they got it?
The fuck?
Can I help you, sweetheart?
$5,000 on your head, dead or alive.
Really need that.
Thwarted, nigga.
Well, how are you gonna collect when you're dead?
Hmm?
Please.
My mom and dad have gone off the pipe,
and my sisters hungry and...
- Mm. - The water's off.
If you need anything, fuckin' ask.
Uh-uh.
Hell no.
What the fuck else you know about this bounty?
Yeah, it's Banco de Panama.
They're running their own internal investigation.
Just give me his name.
Mm-hmm. And you're sure that this is in regards
to the escrow account linked with Lebanon?
Uh, what else?
Any blacklists?
Any connection with the Sandinistas or the KGB?
The Panamanian ADO?
No, I'll figure it out myself. Just give me the address.
Great.
Going out?
I thought maybe we should have a drink or something.
Not a good time.
Gonna hit the hay.
- Good night, Avi. - Listen.
Don't do what I think you're going to do.
It's gonna be all right.
Listen to me. Hey.
Damn.
Uh, no, thank you. I have an early morning tomorrow.
Just wanted you to hear it from me before we publish.
This is the one, Henry.
The story I've been chasing all these years.
Well, then... congratulations.
Wow.
-Take it easy.
Not sure I can handle all this enthusiasm.
I know how hard you've worked.
But I also know how deeply your anger runs.
My anger?
What the government did to you and your family.
And to yours.
What they've done to people like us for generations.
Yes, which is why I'm also afraid
of what they'll do to us if you expose these kinds of secrets.
I don't know.
But we're not married anymore,
and our daughter lives across the country
and won't speak to me, so...
my guess is whatever happens to me, you'll be fine.
No, Irene. If something happens to you,
- we won't be fine. - I know what I'm doing.
I can take care of myself.
I brought you here to celebrate,
- for Christ's sake. - All right, okay, I'm...
I'm sorry. I-I look forward to reading it.
Fuck. No, I'm sorry. I...
Of course I-I appreciate your concern.
You're-you're just looking out for me.
I know I work too much.
I know it hurt our marriage.
I know I wasn't the best mom.
But this is why.
I hear you.
I do.
I hope it goes the way you want.
♪ My love still lingers on. ♪
A bounty?
-On who?! Everybody connected to the crew.
Who we got to thank for that? Fucking Manboy and Skully?
- Probably. - Chickenshit motherfuckers
couldn't get us, so they had to pay.
How are we supposed to run a business
with a fucking bounty on our heads?
And now we got to worry about some motherfucker trying
to shoot us every time we walk out the fucking door?
Was already worried about that.
That's what I'm trying to tell you.
I swear to God, following behind you dumb motherfuckers is gonna
be the death of me.
Well, we can't go spinning off the rails now.
All right? We got to stick together.
What?
What's wrong?
I need to talk to you.
Did you steal my money?
¿Qué pasó? ¿Quién es?
You're Gabriel Jaen.
And you work for Banco de Panama.
What? I-I don't understand. Who are you?
Do you work for Banco de Panama?
I just need to know if you stole my money.
- I didn't steal anything. - You didn't steal my money?
I don't know what you're talking about. No, no, no, no!
Told Mama she must be mistaken.
That there's no way you'd actually go off
and do something this reckless and stupid
without coming to me first.
I'm sorry, but he needed to know.
Well, the story was gonna break.
At least this way the CIA takes the fall,
and we get out clean.
And how the hell you gonna do that, huh?
Run and hide from the damn CIA?
Nehanda Abiodun and Assata Shakur are in Cuba right now,
- protected and safe. - What about Jerome, Louie and Leon?
You want to take everybody to fucking Cuba?
- If I have to, yes! - Maybe it won't come to that.
Maybe there's something we can do to stop it.
Oh, yeah. That's right, Mama.
That's right. Because of the reporter.
You can't stop it. The story's already out there.
- How you think she got to me? - She?
- Oh, so it's a woman, then? - Too many people know, Franklin.
It's only a matter of time.
At least this way we're ahead of it.
I'm not moving to fucking Cuba, looking over my damn shoulder.
- This is my fucking home! - You don't know who you're dealing with!
You don't even know his real name!
I know if this story gets out,
then we all fucked. So, please, come on.
- Just tell me what her name is. - Don't be so naive, son.
- Tell me her fucking name! - Oh!
- Franklin! - Wait a minute!
What? You're gonna shoot me?!
Like you did Andre?!
Shit.
Listen, think about what we've been through.
We have survived massacres in Africa,
enslavement, the Middle Passage.
We survived reconstruction, Jim Crow, lynchings
and the ruthless oppression that still continues till this day.
But I don't know if we can survive this.
This systematic poisoning of our people by the government.
And by you... son.
You are killing us all.
Don't you see that?!
Franklin! Stop it!
You okay?
-Are you okay?
Don't ever call me "son" again.
"For now... we see through a glass, darkly."
Fucking poetry shit. You should leave.
"But then face to face."
Alton.
Cissy. My love.
Leave, Alton.
Face the truth.
Alton, get the fuck out of here!
Now!
-None of this makes any fucking sense.
How and why did you target me?
Why didn't you just take the money and run?
-I don't understand.
Who the fuck are you?
- I don't know anything. - Tell me the fucking truth.
- I don't know anything. - I need the truth from you.
- I don't understand. - And I don't have a lot
of time to sit here and play this,
whatever this fucking game is with you. Huh?
- I am a banker. - Yeah? Yeah? You KGB?
- I handle international accounts. - Are you KGB
trying to smoke me out?
Hmm? Answer me.
You Hezbollah?
Hmm? A double-cross, huh?
Hezbollah?
-I don't understand any of this.
You ever hear of, uh... tormenta de toca?
It's 14th century, used in the Inquisition.
Uh, then the, uh, British used it
on the Arabs and the Jews in Palestine.
Tormenta de toca.
Please, please, please. No, no, no, no, no.
No, no, I don't know nothing!
I don't know.
- No, please. Please, no! - The thing is,
everybody talks when they're drowning.
I swear.
No! No! No!
Do you think I like doing this?
You think I like hurting people?
I don't know anything.
I swear.
We'll see.
Got your message again.
He's still not here.
Uh, he got his pager on him?
Te dije he's busy.
Too busy to see my fucking 911s?
Maybe I can help you.
No. No, not with this. Gustavo, call him.
And tell him this is extremely important, all right?
Okay. Está bien.
I swear...
I didn't.
! - Policía!
- Abre la puerta. - -! - Ahora!
-Gabriel.
♪ If I didn't care ♪
♪ More than words can say... ♪
- Hi. - Hey.
-♪ If I didn't care ♪
You want to talk about it?
♪ Would I feel this way? ♪
- You burning something? - Chicken skin.
Oh.
♪ Then why do I thrill? ♪
♪ And what makes my head go round and round ♪
You know, I'm not that hungry, T.
♪ While my heart stands still? ♪
Good, 'cause I'm not cooking.
♪ If I didn't care... ♪
Aw, shit.
How did you know I needed one of these?
Nigga, everybody can use one of these.
♪ And would I be sure that... ♪
Let's just start from the beginning.
Name, why you're here.
You gonna record everything?
For both our sakes.
Make sure I don't get anything wrong.
All this is wrong, but... I understand.
My name is Alton Williams.
I'm the father of Franklin Saint,
whose name you cannot use.
But he sells rock cocaine.
Jesus. You okay?
I think we in real trouble, T.
Thing is, the source
of all that cocaine is Reed Thompson of the CIA...
who's using the proceeds
to fund an illegal war in Nicaragua.
- ♪ If I didn't care ♪ - ♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
- ♪ Would it be the same? ♪ - ♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Would my every prayer ♪
♪ Begin and end with just your name? ♪
♪ And would I be sure ♪
♪ That this is love beyond compare? ♪
♪ Would all this be true ♪
♪ If I didn't care for you? ♪
- ♪ If I didn't care ♪ - ♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
- ♪ More than words can say ♪ - ♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ If I didn't care... ♪
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Either you let the system destroy you...
or fight it.
We're at war with our two biggest costumers.
Give me some reason to believe that we can make it out of this.
If we don't stop this, there is no tomorrow.
It's not an easy job, what we do.
The good ole USA.