You're gonna get off your ass and you're gonna fly us the fuck out of here!
If this is what you think the country needs you to do, then do it.
Let's talk about this when I get back to D.C.
Where's my money?
I don't have time for this shit, man. Move.
Oh, my God! Holy shit!
What's the matter with you? Call an ambulance!
You said that there was no one here besides you when Logan OD'ed.
Don't worry so much, Teddy Mack.
I like this one that you started.
- Who's that? - Is that Daddy?
- Dada. - Oh, that's Daddy's house?
You drew your house.
- We going. - Do you wanna say hi?
Can you say, "Hi, Daddy"? Say hi to Daddy?
- No. - Do you wanna show...
do you wanna... do you wanna tell Daddy your new word?
Yeah! Oh, you're a good boy.
Oh... Can you say...
Oh. Almost. You ready? I'm gonna throw it to you now.
- Ready for the ball? - Ready!
Oh!
He fell over. But I caught it.
That was such a good catch! Can you throw it back to Mommy?
- Hey! - I drop it!
What about this? You wanna keep drawing with me?
- Hello? - Hey. How's the head?
I'll never complain about a migraine again.
- How'd it go with Avi? - Ah, it was fine.
Wish I could say the same for the Mexicans.
- What happened? - Lucia didn't have the money.
- Puta madre. - I gave her 48 hours to come up with it,
but I don't trust she's gonna come through.
So I need you to start looking for another buyer.
- Why can't you do it? - Because I am going to D.C.,
and then to San Antonio to make sure that the guns get to the Contras.
You remember what I told you about me not being a drug dealer?
All right, the sooner we get the money,
the sooner we can get the supplies to your people.
So just do what you can, okay? I'll see you in a day or two. Bye.
- She probably... Oh, my God. - Right there, right there.
- How old is she again? - Who gives a shit? She fine.
- Hey, I'd hit that. - After I finish, nigga.
- I'm-a smack that shit up. - Man, she is fine.
- That thing... I'm-a smack it. - What is wrong with you two? Claudia.
Meet Leon Simmons and Kevin Hamilton, my business partners.
Is there a Big Brother Big Sister meetin' around here I don't know about?
Um, FKL Incorporated at your service, ma'am.
Nigga, no. FLK Incorporated.
- Since when? - Nigga, you just got here.
Take these clowns back to the circus, please.
What you say, lady? We about business.
Look, lil' nigga, the only business you about,
you pick up a rag and start polishing wood.
Otherwise, I need you and your butt boy
- to get the fuck out of here. - Did she just...
I'll handle it, man. It's all good. Y'all getting paid either way.
- Busted old bitch! - Forget her. Come on.
She don't know who she talkin' to.
- I thought you was serious, young blood. - I am.
I just need folks I can trust.
- You know what a cliché is? - Uh-huh.
Well, I'm gonna hit you with one right now.
The stuff you dealing in, ain't nobody you can trust.
- I'm only taking two. - Well, I've got four, and they all pure.
I told you, I am a purveyor of entertainment, not a drug dealer.
Okay.
You know anybody who might be interested?
No, Franklin, I do not know anybody who'd be interested.
Didn't you learn anything in your encounter with Lenny and Ray-Ray?
You're gonna have to get your dead presidents someplace else.
You stick around these four blocks, you bound to catch fire.
Another cliché?
A prophecy.
You like that?
If you ever want me to teach you something,
you just come on back through, 'kay?
Till then, beat it. I'm busy.
It's like when the X-Men went up against the Hellfire Club.
How the hell they know how it's gonna go down?
Jean Gray fucked 'em over.
And all Mastermind had to do to get her to be the Black Queen
was get inside her head.
You do that to a trick, you'll have her forever.
What the fuck is you talking about? I thought you liked Phoenix.
No one ever really liked Phoenix. Her soul was corrupted.
Look at this here. Bitch-ass niggas out here, three for one.
Out here slippin'.
Hey, you sure you wanna take it there?
I mean, we robbed them, and they got us back.
- Maybe we could let this shit slide... - Hey, niggas broke into my spot.
Tied me up and hit me with a motherfucking baseball bat.
And you talkin' 'bout letting that shit ride, nigga?
What the fuck wrong with you?
Okay. I'm ready.
- You rollin', nigga? - I'm ready.
- You ready, nigga? - What?
Roll your window down.
What the fuck's wrong with the window, man?
It's not fucking opening. I need to roll the window down.
- Is there a problem? - Don't know.
- What you boys doing here? - Nothin'. We just cruisin'.
Then cruise. I know you don't live around here.
So move along,
or I can start my day off right by making an arrest.
Let's go, man.
Come on, man.
All right.
- My mom not home, too. - I know. I dropped her off.
- I can't wait to see this money. - You stupid.
- Whoo! Hoo-hoo! - Oh, my God!
- Whoo! Hoo-hoo! - Oh, yeah!
- Get that shit. Get that shit. - We rich!
Hey. Who your daddy? Who's your daddy?
- What you call that bird? Melody? - Man, shut up, man.
You know you want that doughnut-eater's daughter.
Ah.
- And he got his shoes on my bed! - You can buy a new bed.
Keep her name out your mouth. Get your own Melody.
Damn, nigga!
- Hey, you ever done it before? - What? With Melody?
No, get your head out of her ass, man. I'm talking about this nose candy.
Nah, man, that's the cardinal rule...
- don't get high on your own supply. - Motherfucker,
how we supposed to sell it if we don't know what it's like?
People who buy coke know what it feel like, dumbass.
Now stop messing around and help me cut this shit.
- Man, cut it yourself. - Get your shoes off my bed, man.
I'm talking about this stupid bed, man.
Careful with that shit, man.
Hey, so you said 3/4's cocaine and...
- 1/4 baby formula, right? - Uh-huh.
- Yeah, how you know that? - The Israeli.
Hey, so how many of these bags you supposed to be making?
As many as we can.
Probably go a little faster we had some powder to help us out.
Mm-hmm. Claudia right about y'all two, man, huh?
- You a couple clowns or you businessmen? - We a couple of clowns, fool.
- Oh, shit. - Shit.
Hide the shit and keep quiet. I got this.
No, no, no. You crazy? Don't answer it.
- I'm-a just see who it is. - Hey, hey, man.
How we supposed to hide this?
Figure it out.
Shit! I got the money, I got the money.
Fuck!
Let's get to work. Oh, man. Uh, shit.
It's only Mel, man.
We was just talking about you.
Man, crazy. Hey, y'all... y'all trippin', man. It's just Melly Mel.
- How you doin', girl? - What y'all doing?
- Damn! - Great fucking hiding job!
- I want some! - Listen to your girl, man.
- That's what I was saying. - For the last time, ain't nobody
- doing this damn coke! - Damn!
You gonna sell it? 'Cause I can help you sell it.
You're not helping, Mel.
We need to go back to the Volpes, all right?
They got titties all over the place, and your friend's mom is fine, too.
I saw half her pussy the last time.
- Which half? - Volpes already got enough coke.
And I ain't nickel-and-diming in the Valley.
- That's how you get arrested. - All right, all right.
What about, like, Bel Air or some shit?
Ah-ah! I heard folks up there got coin.
You wanna go door-to-door in Bel Air
- like we selling candy bars? - I don't know why y'all trippin'.
I told y'all I got a cousin named Devon up in Oakland.
He got a gang of connections. We could take a road trip.
- Road trip? - Yeah. Hell, yeah.
Right? You wanna go on a road trip, Melly Mel?
- Maybe. - Yeah?
- Y'all are sounding crazy. - Y'all did some, didn't you?
No.
Get your black asses out my house.
- Hey, man. - Hey, what'd it feel like?
- Ah, man, I can't even... - Franklin, this shit's amazing!
- I can't believe you. - It's...
- Come on, man. - Hey, man! Hold up!
Where you gonna sell this shit at?
- Once I figure that out... - Hey!
And y'all two fools sober up...
- Why I gotta leave?! - I'll let y'all know.
Because I got shit to do.
- Hey, come on, man. - Things I gotta do.
- Dang. - Man, get out.
Let's go find a pool or something, man.
Hey, man, I wanna swim. Don't y'all wanna swim?
- You don't know how to swim. - Man, of course I know how to swim.
- You know, you look so good in bikinis. - I'll take that, thank you.
- Thanks, man. - You're welcome.
- Hey. - Come on.
- Come on, man. - Hey, don't shut us out. Hey!
How many of these places do you wanna check?
As many as we have to.
He might be dead already.
- So you know him from Texas? - Mm-hmm.
From foster care. We came to L.A. together.
Why didn't you guys keep in touch?
Hernan.
What the fuck are you doing here?
Looking for you, ese. I wanna talk to you.
- You brought your girlfriend? - Business partner. Lucia.
Nice to meet you.
I don't know what kind of business you got with Gustavo, but watch your back.
He tends to run when things get scary.
Right, vato?
How you doing, Hernan?
I don't know yet.
Any gang in the city would kill to have access to our product.
Why the fuck you talking to me like you know me, jaina?
Hey, man, all we're asking for is an introduction.
Those guys out there, they're my brothers now.
I say the word, and they bash both your fucking heads in.
They're gonna pay your bills, too? Hmm?
They're gonna look after Nuvia and the children once you're gone?
With dialysis, you live, what? Five years?
My aunt lasted maybe three.
Right?
You can't afford not to help us, ese.
What are you offering?
A cut from everything Los Monarcas buy.
Set up the meet.
And if Stomper tells you to go fuck yourself?
Then we'll give you a half-ounce of blow. Just for your trouble.
I owe you, vato.
I owe you. Let me pay you back.
Órale.
So the guns are being held up at the depot
by this mid-level prick who thinks
he isn't getting enough respect from the Contras.
I'm sure the Ambassador just wants to be taken into consideration.
Okay, well, while he's waiting for his ego
to be properly stroked, our guys are dying down there.
It'll take some time to smooth it over with the prick.
How much time?
You really want another Bay of Pigs on your hands?
I thought you had this under control.
- I do. - And yet, here we are.
Look, I just need a little push. Be nice if it came from the top.
Looks like you had some trouble in Honduras.
I-I don't... What does that mean?
Do you need someone else working with you on this?
No. I-I already have somebody.
He's a Nicaraguan national. He's military-trained.
He knows what the stakes are.
Okay, here's the progress report for the President.
The Contras will have everything they need once they get those guns.
You say that again, and you'll spend the rest of your career behind a desk.
Maybe I can go around the Ambassador,
hit up a buddy at the depot, might expedite things.
I'd appreciate that.
You look like shit, Teddy.
I appreciate that, too.
I hope I haven't made a mistake with you.
You haven't.
- Hello? - Hey. It's me.
Hi.
Yeah, I, uh, I tried the office. They said that you were home.
Sorry. Were we supposed to talk today?
Wh... No, I'm here. I'm... I'm in D.C.
- I landed this afternoon. - Oh.
You know, I-I had a-a meeting with James,
but also I was, uh, I was hoping I could see you.
About?
Okay. Um...
You know, I've... I've been doing a lot of thinking. Um...
soul searching or whatever.
Look, I-I haven't stopped thinking about you guys
since you were in Los Angeles. And, um, I want us to be together.
- And I miss you and... - Teddy, stop.
- No, just hear me out, please. - Stop.
Give me that much, at least.
You know, I-I could've just shown up at your door,
but I'm trying to do this the right way. Please.
- Julia. - If you come over,
- I don't want any bullshit. - Yeah.
And I don't know if I want us to be together.
I understand.
I want Thai food. I'll see you at 8.
Hey.
Mmm! Yeah, baby.
Unh. Toll House.
How many you want?
- Uh, two. - Ooh!
Thanks.
Ah. Yeah.
A man gotta know how to survive. Louie leave me, I know how to eat.
Why you laughing?
Um...
For the gun.
- Oh, yeah? - Mm.
Something tell me this more than the reason why you here.
I mean, I'm...
I know you don't want in on the coke business.
I just wanna know why. I-I mean, you smart, plenty hard.
- Hmm. - And I know you like that paper.
So if you ain't in the game, there's gotta be a good reason.
About 18 months ago,
some niggas jacked this Mexican diesel truck. Full of cocaine.
Before that, we were somewhat a'ight with the Mexicans.
And a lot of people got tapped behind that situation.
And that's the first reason I don't fuck with no yeyo.
Rule number two, 'cause there ain't no winners.
Them pigs, they ready to put you in the clink.
- And... and they will. - Mm-hmm.
Now rule number three, you gotta sell to white folk.
Them places where you gon' stick out, target on your back.
That's right.
There's gotta be a way I can do this without ending up dead or in jail.
Only way you can make it safe is selling right here, in your own hood.
Just like I do with my bud.
They can't afford no blow.
- Take him to Knees'. - Who?
Better he hear it from somebody who ain't related to him.
Go and wait out in the car.
Go on. I'll be out there in a minute.
What? I'm sayin'...
- Appreciate you handling with me. - Mm-hmm.
You sure did change your tune real quick.
- What you got up your sleeve? - Nothin'. What you got up yours?
- Mm. - Mmm!
Look like he ain't the only one with a hard head.
You know, if he put his mind on something,
it's gonna be tough to get him off, right?
Yeah.
I gotta go.
It's okay. Keep going.
Oh! Oh, shit.
Oh, shit.
- Oh, my God. I've missed that. - I gotta check on Paul.
Oh.
Oh, shit.
Okay.
So... what's changed?
I mean, clearly, something's happened.
- Trust me. You don't want the details. - I said no bullshit.
Okay, look, I know I can be difficult, um,
- controlling, myopic. - Holy shit,
should I be writing this down?
Okay, I'm admitting that you were right,
that maybe it's better if I can put some distance
- between myself and the op. - What kind of distance?
Look, I finish getting everything set up, I let Alejandro run point,
and then I oversee the whole operation from here.
You think you can do that?
Yeah, I'm in charge. I can do whatever I want.
I don't mean are you allowed to do it. I mean...
can you, Teddy E. MacDonald, are you capable of doing that?
Yes. Yes, if it means being here with you?
Yes.
I mean, come on, I'm dying here.
Be great if you were here.
You know, a week ago, you seemed pretty intent on being out front on this thing.
Just, I mean, look... A lot's happened in the last week,
but, you know, this is just the next step.
I need assurances, which means no half-truths, no hiding.
- Yes, I promise. I promise. - I call, you pick up.
And if you change your mind...
That's not... that's not gonna happen, okay? Listen, I hear you.
I'm not gonna spend the next 10 years of my life
hanging my heart and my son's heart
- on your whims. - Okay, our son.
I'm giving you one more shot, Teddy.
Don't screw it up.
The '50s, we had clubs, not gangs, like the crazy kids nowadays.
Back then, we had clubs to protect the neighborhood from the spook hunters.
Bunch of crazy-ass crackers trying to kill us.
They won that fight, though.
By the end of the '60s, whitey had flown away,
- and the hood was ours. - Knees...
...we ain't here for no history lesson.
Young blood needs context.
Hand me them darts, man.
From '65 to '70,
there were no black gangs in L.A. We were all too busy protesting.
We had purpose.
But when the FBI...
Infiltrated y'all, it destroyed the movement.
My Pop's a Panther.
Fuck you, Knees!
I thought you got a divorce.
Activism doesn't pay.
And them Korean soaps be selling like hotcakes.
Look, man, we ain't got all day, huh?
I need you to tell little man the real deal.
Tell him how you lost a nut.
Yeah. A coke deal went all wrong.
Mexicans had my homeboy on his knees in front of my nutsack.
Bullet went straight through.
So you be careful what you're playing with, boy.
Told you. They run the whole cocaine flow.
One gang does.
I straightened out after I lost my nut. All my dealings are on the level now.
What gang?
What does it matter?
You fucking with that white girl? That coke life?
One nut be about the best scenario you can expect.
That's 14 kilos, 3 ounces, 4 grams.
And what are the chances your boy, uh...
Hernan is actually just setting us up to be robbed and killed?
Oh... 50/50.
Perfecto.
Any word from Pedro?
No. He's probably on a bender.
Better keep an eye on him.
Well, I don't even wanna see him.
What do you do for fun?
This.
And what? Eat patas de mula like my dad?
Work out?
Jerk off?
Salud.
Now, uh...
Are you gonna tell me what happened... between you and Hernan?
No.
Ohh.
Eh...
Well, I figured I hadn't seen the last of you.
- You want one? - No, thank you.
- I wanna know where... - I know what you want.
But even if I told you where to find them,
- they ain't gonna talk to your ass. - How much you want for an address?
You get three jewels in this life, son...
What your mama tells you,
what these streets teach you,
and what the future holds, which nobody knows.
It's the last one you got control over.
You gotta ask yourself one question.
"Who's gonna own my life when it's all said and done?"
My uncle ain't here, man. You don't have to lecture me.
You ain't grown enough to know good advice when you hear it.
That gold nugget...
that was free.
This here?
Cost you a G.
- Not bad. - It's pure, Stomper.
For this kind of product, you can charge a lot more.
We know you're expanding territory, vato.
Can get you as much as you need.
We get our shit through other channels.
Well, see, they're ripping you off, ese.
We're not affiliated with any cartel. And we deliver the product right to you.
No more TJ pickups or drop-offs. Less risk.
You vouch for them like that, vato?
I trust 'em enough to bring 'em here.
- Hey. Does she come with the deal? - Huh?
'Cause I like me a little Chicanita.
Hey, hey.
I'm Memo. Little Chicanita.
Whoo-hoo!
Ooh.
What comes in here...
Ah, is mine.
Memo, shut the fuck up.
Hey, but we look so good together, huh?
Lay the fuck off her, pendejo.
He just looks mad, Stomper, huh? He wants to fight me.
You're a wrestler, right?
Not anymore. I'm here to talk business.
When I'm done with you, ese,
- you're not gonna be able to talk. - Whoo!
It looks like whether you got any fucking balls...
is the business at hand.
- Huh? - Yeah!
- Okay! - Yeah!
Oso...
Beat his ass. I'd rather die than get fucked by one of these marranos.
Hey, Mom.
- Hey, Mama! - Hey! What you got there?
Snacks for you and the fine ladies of the Spades Club.
Ooh!
You got money.
- Got a job. - Hey.
Working for the Volpes.
- What, you're fluffin'? - Aw, damn, Mom, come on.
- It's just a production. - For porn shoots.
- You spending nights there again? - No, I'm just coming home late.
Well, I guess it's a paycheck.
Think I could take the car for a few hours?
Oh, now I see what's happening.
- I'll get the oil changed. Huh? - Uh-huh.
- And a wash. - Mm-hmm.
You know that car dirty.
- Fine. - Love you.
Love you, love you. Best in the world.
- Come back for dinner, okay? - I'll be there.
All right.
Oh!
Ohh!
Oso.
How much?
19 per key.
And we need to talk protocol.
And then we celebrate.
Let's do it!
Get up, Memo.
- When will they be delivered? - By the end of the week.
Why so long?
It's a CIA-run weapons facility. Why would there be delays?
Because people's egos have to be entertained.
- Ah. Whose egos? - I don't know, man. Don't worry.
Next time, I'll fly you, if you want.
You'd rather fly me across the country than pick me up at LAX, wouldn't you?
Absolutely.
You have any luck finding another buyer for the coke?
Not yet.
That's okay. We'll figure it out.
Hey, pull over up here. I'm fucking starving.
23.23.
You lost? Huh? Who you looking for?
- Who you looking for? - No one.
Oh, you must be looking for someone. You stopped right here.
Nah, I think I'm on the wrong street.
Why you nervous?
- I'm just gonna head out. - Hold up, man.
You got a name?
Franklin.
Godspeed, Franklin.
Yeah, yeah, you in the wrong fucking street, all right.
- You strapped? Huh? - No, man.
I-I just wanna offer you the product I'm selling.
- I'm not here to start any trouble. - Bullshit!
Please, man!
Get the fuck off me!
You're making a mistake, man! I'm not fucking...
I promise you, man!
You're making a mistake, man!
Take him up in the house.
That's my jaina's goddaughter, vato. Get him upstairs now.
I don't want any trouble, man!
I'm just here to offer you the product I'm selling, man!
I-I don't want any fucking trouble! Come on, man!
I'm telling you the truth, man.
- I can explain everything. - Shut the fuck up, man!
You're making a mistake, man! I'm just here to sell my product, man!
- I-I'm here to offer you my product! - Oso. Oso, vente.
- Oso. - I can explain all of this, man.
- Wait, what? - Man, who the fuck are you?
What did he do?
He's a mayate in the wrong fucking neighborhood.
- Maybe he came here to smoke us. - No, man.
He had this.
And I don't answer to you, so get the fuck outta here.
I know this vato. He's coming with me.
I don't give a fuck...
You show your face here again, you a dead man.
You got a car?
- Hmm? - Huh?
You got a fucking car?
Hey, you okay?
What? You okay?
- What you doing here, Oso? Huh? - You need to go, okay?
- I remember you, too. - Hey, you need to go.
Oh, wait. I'm Franklin. I'm Franklin Saint.
Y-you ever need anything, you come find me.
Okay, Franklin Saint. Get the fuck out of here.
Órale.
What?
You know her?
- Yes. - Well, how?
She's one of the girls I killed.
♪ Smiling faces ♪
♪ Sometimes pretend ♪
♪ To be your friend ♪
♪ Smiling faces show no traces ♪
♪ Of the evil that lurks within ♪
♪ Smiling faces ♪ ♪ Smiling faces sometimes ♪
♪ They don't tell the truth ♪
♪ Smiling faces, smiling faces ♪ ♪ Tell lies and I got proof ♪