(indistinct conversations)
MAN: I ain't seen you in a long time, man.
(West Coast Poplock by Ronnie Hudson And The Street People plays)
Ice cream! Ice cream!
Now, wait a minute
DRIVER: All right, all right, all right.
Who got money? Who got money? Yo, you got some money, huh?
- (children clamoring) - Who got money? Who got money?
- Hey, hey, hey! Hey! - Come on, let's go.
California knows how to party
-In the city -Hold it. Hold it.
Come here. Come here. Where y'all going, huh?
- Get off me, Franklin! - Ow, my neck!
- Drop it, and I'll let you go. - Ow! Let us go, Franklin!
- Come on, Franklin. What the hell? - What's it gonna be?
- Let go! Get out of here. - Yeah, y'all better run.
I see you again, I'll beat that ass.
Ah, ease up, playboy. You got your 50 cents of shit back.
- (panting) - You're welcome.
KEVIN: They call me Mr. Tibbs.
Uh-oh. Neighborhood Watch in the house.
Why-oh. Black Magnum P.I. lookin'.
(laughter)
- What, you a narc now, cuz? - Nah, man, punks were stealing candy.
- Shit, nigga, I used to steal candy. - Mm-hmm. Look how your ass turned out.
So why you care if some little kids is running off with some Ring Pops, man?
They got to learn.
- That ain't how America work. - Says who?
LEON: Hey, cuz, spot me a cone, though.
- Spot your mama a cone. - Spot your mama a cone, nigga.
- (laughter) - What you runnin' for?
- Ghetto Jackson 5 lookin'... - Spot your mama, though.
Hey, hey, man!
- Come here! Come here! - (both speaking indistinctly)
California knows how to party
In the city of L.A.
In the city of good old Watts
In the city, city of Compton
They're poplockin'
(cheers and applause)
(crowd chanting "Oso")
(roars)
- (laughing) - Flip that, flip that.
Yeah, Oso, get up! Oso!
That's what I'm talking about, man. Let's go!
- (both cheering) - Yeah!
(grunts)
Yeah! That's right, Oso!
(crowd gasps)
- (bell dings) - That's my dawg right there.
Oso... box.
(shouting fades)
(speaking distorted Spanish)
(bell dings)
- (shouting resumes) - Fight, man.
That's what you get.
(groans) Come on.
- Let's go! - One, two, three!
- (bell dings) - Man, this is bullshit.
Pay up. You, too, Leon. Pay up, fool.
(crowd jeering)
(upbeat music playing)
- (man singing in Spanish) - (gasps)
- (water dripping) - (cheering in distance)
(laughs)
You all right?
Looks like that white boy tuned you up pretty good.
Maybe I should hire him instead.
I keep telling Pedro it's fake, but he won't listen.
That shit look fake to you?
Huh?
My cousin... Lucia.
Talks too much.
Mucho gusto.
FRANKLIN: El Oso?
(laughs) Oh, man!
I knew that was you!
Uh, you don't think I could, like,
get an autograph or something?
(scoffs) Easily impressed, huh, kid?
- You have a pen? - Um, nah, I don't.
Here. I do.
(exhales)
All right, cool.
Thanks, man. Nice to meet you.
You know we ain't here for an autograph, right?
Just give me the name and the address of the Vato
and how much they owe.
(speaks Spanish)
We don't need you to collect this time. We've got something else.
Higher risk, but you pull it off,
we'll bring you on full-time.
That's what you wanted, right?
Hmm? Be part of the family?
(Monkey Man by The Rolling Stones playing)
(snorts)
I'm a flea-bit peanut monkey
All my friends are junkies
That's not really true
I'm a cold Italian pizza
I could use a lemon squeezer
Would you do?
But I've been bit and I've been tossed around
By every she-rat in this town
Have you, babe?
(snorts)
-Well, I am just a monkey man -(sighs)
This stuff is, like, amazing.
My heart's beating like a bunny rabbit's.
- Feel it. - (exhales)
LOGAN: Do it. (grunts)
Okay, do it. Come on, come on!
Come on!
Oh! Oh!
Aah! Oh!
- (giggles) - Ale, you got to try this shit, man.
I want to see.
The only thing you'll see in there
is a grown man with a straw in his ass.
(snorts)
-Well, I am just a monkey man -(women screaming)
(screaming grows louder)
Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Alejandro!
Oh, my God!
(whimpering)
Call an ambulance!
What's the matter with you? Call an ambulance.
Fuck!
(fan whirring)
(gasps)
(jackhammering, baby crying in distance)
(siren wailing in distance)
(car engine humming)
(door creaks)
(shredder whirring)
(telephone rings)
(ring)
Please leave a message after the tone.
- (beep) - Hey, it's me.
I thought I might catch you on your lunch break.
I'm at the office. I'll be here, uh, watching the clock,
if, uh, you get a minute.
I got to go. All right, bye.
This Aero Services Aviation?
How can I help you?
You Teddy?
Teddy McDonald?
- I'm sorry. Who are you? - A friend of Logan Miller.
He said if there was ever a problem, you were the man to see.
I guess that means there's a problem.
I need you to take a ride with me, Teddy.
You can bring the gun if it makes you more comfortable.
(drawer closes)
(children shouting playfully)
What's up, Franklin? (laughs)
What's up?
What's up, y'all?
- Hey, Jerome. - What's up, Mike?
- What's up? - What's up, nephew?
Damn, everybody getting wet on that sherm, huh?
Sell it, don't smoke it... I tell myself that shit every day.
- Peace out. - You're looking real scrawny, nephew.
- Need to get your weight up. - And strengthen the mind.
Yeah.
Say what up to your auntie.
She still ain't working?
- (Indistinct chatter on television) - What's up, Aunt Louie?
LOUIE: Nephew! Now, you know I love you, but right now,
this Luke and Laura shit, I-I just can't.
(chuckles) Luke and Laura, Luke and Laura.
WOMAN: I'm sorry I picked up the wrong one.
Louie, that boy don't care two shits about none of that nonsense.
Kiss my ass, Jerome.
JEROME: Hey.
Cissy still don't know nothing about this, right?
- Man, hell no. - If your mama find out,
that'd be both our ass.
- Bye. - Goodbye, darling.
Mm-hmm.
Mind if I bag this up right here?
Do your thing.
You see your pops lately?
Nope.
DEBRA: Jerome! (banging on door)
Bring your black ass out here!
Jerome, I know you in there!
So sick and tired of you.
Hey, bitch, you out your goddamn mind,
- come up to my house acting a fool! - Get your black ass out here
- and talk to me! - Jerome, you better shut that bitch up
- while I'm watching my stories. - I mean it, Jerome!
- (laughs) - Jerome, I need to talk to you!
- Get away from my door. - Told you not to fuck that girl
- without me. Now look at you. - Jerome, I think you forget about
- how much I know about you. - All I know is you better get home
- before you get dealt with. - What you gon' do?
- Look, I'm-a give you to five. - Five, four, three, two, one. What?
Hey, come beat this bitch ass. I ain't got no time for this.
- Get your black ass out here! - Louie! Louie!
Jerome! Jerome!
- Come out here and deal with this! - Now you're gonna call somebody?
Come... I ain't got no time for this shit. Come deal with this bitch.
- Handle your shit like a man. - Fine!
- She gonna stick on you. - Shit!
(laughs)
(Debra and Louie shouting indistinctly)
- Bitch! Get off of me! - Get the fuck off, would you?!
- What I tell you? Damn! - Get the fuck up!
- DEBRA: Get off of me, ho! - Damn. Look at your auntie.
She's a wild cat...
and she turn me on. Mm. Mm.
- (shouting continues) - All right.
- Cool place. - It's not mine. This way.
- (gun cocks) - Put your hands on your head.
(scoffs) Relax.
I am relaxed. Please put your hands on your head.
We were celebrating. He overdid it.
And what'd you do... Say a prayer?
Why didn't you call an ambulance?
It'll be easier if I just show you.
Slow.
(switch clicks, whirring)
Now you see why I didn't call an ambulance.
Alejan... It's Alejandro... right?
Who are you? How do you know Logan Miller?
Why does a dead CIA officer have a mountain of cocaine in a hot tub?
Are you hungry?
(clicks, whirring)
(bell dings)
(slow-tempo music playing)
Do you mind?
- (lighter clicks) - I know how it sounds, but this is real.
What you saw is the first load of many to come.
Real? This... You do understand that the company isn't even
supposed to be operating on U.S. soil, don't you? Aren't you?
- That's a little different. - How?
'Cause I manage foreign assets living in Los Angeles.
- So was Logan. - Oh, you're being cute?
- No. - Would you please...
[grunts] put out the cigarette?
Logan said you'd help me.
All right, well, I've got bad news for you, Alejandro.
I barely knew Logan Miller.
Well, he knew you... Said you were a hammerhead,
a patriot who hated communism.
- This plan... this is Logan's or yours? - Logan's.
And were you partying with him last night?
- Using, I mean? Or was it just him? - Why does it matter?
I don't know. Maybe Logan Miller woke up yesterday,
looked at 50 kilos' worth of cocaine hidden in a hot tub,
remembered that Miami was just on the cover of Time magazine
and Nancy Reagan's out there telling anyone who will listen
to "Just say no," he decides to pull the plug,
and that doesn't work for you.
Your government came to my country,
organized us, trained us, encouraged us to fight.
And then one day, your Congress just changed its mind.
- I understand that. - Do you understand that right now
there are literally thousands of soldiers in the jungle
waiting for me to deliver supplies and weapons?
They are hungry and sick,
and if I fail, they will die.
Do you honestly think that this is the best way to help them?
Yes. But I'm a soldier, not a drug dealer.
I can't run this operation without the support of the CIA.
So if you're not the officer who can help me,
please direct me to who is.
(vehicle approaches)
(car doors open and close, bag zips)
(door creaks)
(door closes)
(door opens, closes)
CISSY: How you choose Kraft over Velveeta,
I will never understand.
- (beads rattle) - (chuckles)
- Mm. How you doing? - What happened?
Oh. Don't worry about that.
Somebody put their hands on you?
Thought Tulf was gonna hook you up with them Westside properties,
- get you out of all this bullshit. - He's working on it.
Working on it.
- Come sit with me a minute. - Lee and Kev waitin' on me.
They can wait.
- You work today? - Tomorrow.
Called up there this morning, told Cho I'm not coming.
You out of your cowboy mind?
How you gonna tell that man when you're gonna work at his business?
"Out of my cowboy mind"? What does that mean?
- Franklin. - (laughs)
- (telephone rings) - (sighs)
- Unh-unh. - (ring)
It ain't for you.
- You just got home. - (ring)
(sighs)
Saint residence.
Yes, sir, I-I just did,
told her she had two days, as we discussed.
No, it's... you're right.
There's no sense in waiting.
I'll... I'll go back out first thing and... and take care of it.
I'll have a new tenant in there within... within the week.
One that pays on time. I...
It's my pleasure, Mr. Tulfowitz.
Have a good night. Bye-bye.
(receiver clicks)
Don't say it.
- I didn't say anything. - You were thinking it.
I was thinking about how good your white phone voice got.
(both chuckle)
Hey, if you good, I'm good.
(beads rattle)
Hey.
Give me another hug. Then you can go.
Ooh, ooh, ohh
Mmm, mmm
I love you, Franklin.
-Mm-hm-mmm -Love you, too, Mom.
Yes
This is the ghetto
-Sure enough, now -Get some rest.
(The Ghetto by Donny Hathaway playing)
-Mm-hmm-mmm -Rest.
Mm-hmm-mmm
Ah, ah-ah, ah, ahh
Oh, oh, ohh
Aw, yeah
Mmm
Don't you know that's all right? Yeah
Yeah
Ah, ahh
Hey, ahh, yeah
The ghetto
Mm-hmm
The ghetto
- (taps on window) - Sure enough
The ghetto
- Move it along, amigo. - The ghetto
- (engines start) - The ghetto
The ghetto
(children shouting playfully)
(One Way's Cutie Pie playing through boom box)
Damn. Hey, what's up, Melody?
Just a cutie pie, ain't you?
- (door opens) - Looking to catch a beatdown?
- (door closes) - Want some bloodshed?
- No, sir, Mr. Wright. - No, we good, Andre.
- "Andre"? - A nigga can't say hi to nobody?
Say hi to a foot in your narrow ass.
(both laugh)
Hey, so, what we got up today, Saint?
- I got some things I got to do. - All right, I'll roll with you, then.
Gonna be a problem?
- All right, then. - What a cutie pie
Cutie pie, you really pick me up
Hey, man, turn down the box.
Huh? They teach you to act different at the school out here?
Taught me a lot of shit. What you learn in the juvie?
Taught me how to squab harder, make a sharper shank,
protect the booty and not be fruity.
See, I know what I know. You know what you know, cuz.
Yeah, but you don't really know nothing, though.
- Oh, I don't know nothing? - Nah, man.
- Know how to slap the shit out of you. - You crazy.
Hey, don't make me go butterfly on your...
Hey, guys. I-I'm sorry.
Would you... Would you mind turning that down, please?
I'm full of joy
(volume increases) Since you came into my life
- That better? - Come on, man.
- "Come on," what? You know that dude? - I asked you nicely.
Ask me again, you gonna eat this motherfucking radio!
Go ahead! Do it and see what happen!
Lately hazy, girl, I'm goin' 'round
- Hey, what you moving for? - 'Cause you stupid.
Your mama stupid.
(volume increases) You're the girl who makes me feel good
Stupid.
- (music continues) - Goddamn.
- Rob-o! - Yo-o-o! My brother!
- Frankie! Come on! - Ah. Good to see you, too, man.
- Oh! - Ah, this is my boy Leon.
Leon, Leon, Le... You were the guy in jail, right?
- Juvie. - It's cool, man. It's cool, man.
Come on in.
(Cars by Gary Numan plays)
Oh, we're casting today... Well, Dad is.
(woman laughing)
MAN: All right, I need you and you in front of the camera.
- (woman moans) - Yeah.
Come on, man.
-I can lock all my doors -(snorts, sniffs)
ROB: It's all for you, Leon. All of this is all yours.
Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, see you next year.
- Hey, Tracy. - (moaning)
- Nasty. - MAN: Yeah, with her legs.
All right. Big smiles.
Hey, Frankie.
We miss seeing you around here.
- Hi, Mrs. Volpe. - (chuckles)
- This is my friend Leon. - Nice to meet you, Leon.
- Hey. How you doing? - Mom, could you please wear a robe?
Oh, stop, Robert. Let me enjoy my last few years of looking this way.
- Are you boys hungry? - Yeah, I could eat something.
No, we're all right, but thank you.
- Well, help yourself. - Okay.
- Well, you know where to find it. - Okay, okay. All right.
(lowered voice) Hey, stop checking my man's mom, dude.
Yo, moms is checking me.
(upbeat music playing)
ROB: So, Frankie told you he was prom king at our school, right?
Oh, and best friends with all the teachers.
No, he didn't hip me to that info.
Did you, Frankie?
Franklin Saint, king of all the white boys.
(lighter clicks, liquid bubbling)
(grunts)
(coughs)
Whoa, that's some new stuff.
So, my parents are going out of town this weekend, okay?
So come by.
I miss you, man.
I miss you. Leon... you're my brother, too, now.
Come on.
LEON: Hey, so, when I move in, you think Rob will want
to call me Dad or just Leon?
- Lee, shut up. - No. For real, though.
Why you keeping shit from the homies, man?
It's like you're living a whole other life out here.
It was just easier to stay out here
during the weekdays, with school and all.
Look at this place.
Why would you ever want to leave here, loc?
It's cool for a minute.
But it ain't home.
- (door creaks) - Ought to mind your shitter, dude.
Like something died in there.
(sighs)
Did you give him the key, the alarm code,
tell him where it's at?
Okay. You do everything like we said,
you walk in and out like you own the place.
Once you have the money,
there's gonna be a voice in your head telling you to get in your car
and drive east until you hit ocean,
and there's nothing we can do to stop you.
You want to be a part of our business...
Of our family...
the only way that happens is if we all trust each other.
PEDRO: Yeah, yeah, yeah, blah, blah, blah.
He knows that if he tries any bullshit,
I'll hunt him down and kill his ass.
Ain't that right, Oso?
Ciao, papi. (pats shoulder)
Good luck.
(door creaks)
(mid-tempo music playing)
(siren wailing in distance)
- (door opens, bell chimes) - MELODY: Hey!
Give me the money, a bottle of Boone's Farm,
- and some Pop Rocks, fool. - (chuckles) You snuck out.
Andre catch you, you gonna get a whupping.
Boy at my school having a party. You want to go?
I am not going to no high-school party.
You're only two years older than me.
I got to stay here and lock up.
Okay.
I'll take that Boone's to help you out before I go.
Yeah-ah-ah-ahh
So, how come you don't drink?
FRANKLIN: I don't know.
- (door closes, lock clicks) - Just don't make me feel good...
- (light switch clicks) - just all tired and slow.
- (rattling) - (giggles)
Then what does make you feel good?
- This. - Talking to me?
Working, getting paid.
You mean making 3 bucks an hour riding that mop?
I give you liquor, and you hit me with attitude.
For real, what was the point
of you going out to that fancy school in the Valley
if you was gonna bail on college and stay around here?
Do you know what I felt in that fancy school in the Valley?
Like an outsider, a mascot.
- College gonna be the same shit. - There's black colleges.
- On the other side of the country. - So?
Moms could barely handle it when I was staying in the Valley.
I ain't leaving her here. And, look, I'm getting paid
to learn how to run a business.
- Cho don't sweat me. - (beads rattle)
Rather do things when I want and how I want
than get paid more at some office job and eat shit.
- That ain't what I'm after. - Oh, so you are after something.
- (scoffs) Fucking right. - And what's that?
Freedom.
- Freedom from all of it. - You know when I'll feel free?
When I'm somewhere far off from here.
- (banging on door) - Franklin, it's Cho, man!
- Why my store closed?! - (laughs) Relax.
- This is Cho's store, not yo' store! - That ain't Cho.
- Hey, you stupid. - Hey, man, you supposed to be selling
my products! What you over there playing with, man?
- (laughs) - Come on...
- (laughing) Crazy. - I'll kung-fu your ass.
Hey, open the door, man. Hyah!
Y'all know that's racist as fuck, right?
No, man. You know what's racist,
is when he pulled that shotgun on me over them Now and Laters.
- What's up, Melody? - What's up?
Rock a steam locomotive, ride off the track
Hey, maybe we should give y'all some alone time and shit, no?
- Oh! - Oh!
- Go ahead and get it! - Let me rock you to the rhythm
of my funky sound
- (laughter) - From hill to hill, from sea to sea
And when Jam On's rockin', everybody screams
Jam on it, jam on and on, on, and on it
And if you're feeling like you want to dance all night
Then go on ahead and flaunt it
'Cause jammin' on is what we do best
(engine roaring)
Alejandro made it sound like you already knew.
Well, I can see how it was in Logan's interest
to make it seem that way.
Is there more?
Yeah. Uh, you don't want to hear it.
Okay, so, what are we talking about?
This could actually work.
It's risk/reward.
How badly does the director want this war funded?
Have you ever seen a congressional hearing?
They are no fun for anybody.
- That won't happen. - No?
No, not if you let me run it.
You really think you're the guy to step into this?
Uh, yeah. I think I'm the perfect guy.
Look, it goes wrong, we tell them I had a breakdown,
I went off the reservation, all right?
My file supports that story, and the agency stays clean.
They would absolutely crucify you, Teddy.
We both know why you sent me out here.
It was banishment disguised as a favor.
I want back in the game. I am 28 years old, James.
I am not ready to be done with this life.
(whispering) Please.
(Maneater by Hall & Oates playing)
(laughter, indistinct shouting)
Whoo!
(laughs)
Franklin, come have some of this.
I'm cool. Thank you.
Give me one second.
Whoa-oh, here she comes
(indistinct conversations)
So, I got a favor to ask.
What's up?
The thing is, that was the last of my parents' coke.
And my girl really likes it.
I ain't never scored blow before.
I know a guy. He's my parents' dealer, but...
But what?
He's kind of crazy.
You mean you afraid to go get it.
So send the black guy, right?
I'm playing with you, man. (chuckles)
I'll be the black guy. Shit, I'm always the black guy.
- MAN: Whoo! - Watching and waiting...
(brakes squeal)
- (gearshift clicks, engine shuts off) - All right.
So, this guy's legitimately insane,
so just get in, get out.
(loud bang, birds cawing)
That was probably from another house.
AVI: Don't be a baby.
- (men shouting indistinctly) - It didn't even break the skin.
- You all right? - I'm coming to see. Relax.
- (speaking Hebrew) - Avi.
(indistinct conversations in Hebrew)
(coughing)
- Avi. - (speaks Hebrew)
- Avi. - Huh?
(conversing in Hebrew)
Volpe?
The Volpe kid sent you here because he's afraid?
- He's a pussy. - (coughs)
(grunting)
He all right?
No, he's not "all right."
Just shot him.
- What do you want? - Uh, I-I'm here to buy.
- (bills rustling) - I don't sell coke to kids.
I ain't a kid. I got the money.
I definitely don't sell $200 worth of coke.
- Then what do you sell? - I sell kilos to people with money.
Now go, scram.
Okay, front me a key...
...and I'll turn it around quick.
Huh? How you plan on doing that?
I know people... People in my neighborhood.
They don't even know what cocaine is in your neighborhood,
let alone have the money to afford it.
My people do.
It could mean a whole new client base for you,
a whole new... revenue stream.
You know some fancy words.
Doesn't mean you're not full of shit.
How can I convince you I'm for real?
(whispers) Show me.
(gun cocks)
Farther you are,
harder it is for me to aim true.
Closer you are, the more it hurts.
Shitty choices.
Welcome to the real world.
Any last words, just in case?
Don't miss.
(gunshot, glass shatters)
You got balls, kid. I give you that.
(exhales)
(Velcro rips)
AVI: Come here. Come here.
How do I know you're not just gonna take my kilo and disappear?
Stealing from you gets me a one-time payday
and a lifetime of looking over my shoulder.
(snorts)
But if I move the key and bring you back the cash,
then I got a friend for life.
You got one day to bring me $12,000.
One day?
H-H-How am I supposed to cut it,
weigh it, bag it, sell it,
and bring you back your cash in one day?
Not my problem.
You say you have the market?
Show me.
Here. Give this to pussy boy.
- Send him home. - He my ride.
No. My guys are your ride.
That way, I know where you live.
See you tomorrow, Frankie.
(lowered voice) Otherwise, I'll see you after that.
(speaking Hebrew)
Aah!
(telephone rings)
(ring)
(ring, line clicks)
JULIA: Hello?
- Hey. It's me. - Oh. Hey.
Sorry. Did I wake him up or...?
Um, no. Looks like we're okay.
How are you? Is everything all right?
Yeah. No, I'm... I'm good.
I, uh... I just really wanted to hear your voice.
- Ah. - So... And thank you for,
uh, sending the pictures and...
- Oh, yeah, sure. - The tape, and, um...
- Of course. - It just makes me feel like
I'm not missing so much, you know?
Mm. I'm really glad.
Hey, James said he saw you and that an officer was killed.
- Oh, he did? - Mm-hmm.
He made it sound like maybe your exile was about to get interesting.
- Is something... - (baby crying)
Oh, shit.
- Yeah. - Hold on.
- Yeah. - I spoke too soon.
I'm gonna have to call you back, okay?
Okay. Yeah. Well, but I'm not... I'm not at...
- (line clicks) - I've got to... Mnh.
(dog barking in background)
JEROME: Her sherm-smoking ass ain't waking up no time soon.
Whatever you got to say, spit it out.
Boy, you know, I'm in the weed-and-water business.
What you doing with that much coke?
Franklin, I don't need nobody coming to my house looking for...
Relax, Unc. (zips bag)
I got a new friend.
- You got a connect? - That's right.
And he just fronted you a bird of coke?
Who you dealing with, nephew? Ain't nobody black.
I told him I'd turn it around fast.
- Got till tomorrow to make good. - Tomorrow? Where the hell...
How you gonna get a key of coke off in 24 hours around here?
- Ugh. What's up? - (beads rattle)
- Hey, baby. - What y'all doing?
(dogs barking in distance)
You been in the game for a while.
Got to know somebody who could afford it.
- I figure we could split the profits. - You figure?
Big boy, you gon' come in my house
- and tell me what I'm-a get? - This is business, Unc.
I'm trying to make some real money here.
I-I thought you'd want to be down.
Man, money ain't nothing
but paper with them crackers' faces on it.
And that brick... That ain't worth the trouble
that it come with. I promise you, man.
No, look...
I tried to do shit the right way,
went to the other side. Know what I learned?
The game's rigged.
It ain't made for people like us, so you know what?
I'm rewriting the rules.
But, Unc, I need your help to do it.
Huh?
(dog barking in distance)
Not this time, nephew.
Go on, man. Get out of my house, man.
Shit out of my house.
(beads rattle)
(door opens, creaks closed)
(screen door closes)
(police radio chatter)
(siren wailing)
(Indistinct news playing over TV)
FEMALE REPORTER: the National Guard has been contacted.
The governor did not say if he would actually call out the Guard.
CISSY: Baby, you good?
Yeah, Mom. Get some sleep.
Unemployment declined by... (continues indistinctly)
(tapping on window)
(tapping continues)
(dog barking in distance)
You sure it's real?
(alarm chirping)
- (alarm stops) - (insects chirping)
(floorboard creaks)
(door opens, closes)
(light switch clicks)
(grunts)
(shouting in Spanish)
(both grunting)
(breathing heavily)
(paper rustling)
And Logan wouldn't have been stupid enough
to run this himself. I mean, he must have been using other assets.
If he was, I didn't know them.
So... Okay, and who were you dealing with?
Aside from my people,
the customs guys at Hawthorne and the Israeli distributor.
And what about the Mexicans?
That was Logan.
Why them?
What?
The girl Lucia... He wanted to sleep with her,
but she wouldn't let him.
(scoffs) You're surprised?
The only thing he liked more than cocaine and America was pussy.
All right, I have to meet with everyone.
You just said it'd be stupid to run this yourself.
Well, once I can vet them and decide who we can trust
and replace the ones we can't, then I step away.
These contacts are comfortable with me.
You show up and start asking questions,
they'll get nervous, especially Avi.
This is what I do, Alejandro.
It'll be fine.
I'm completely covered, yes?
Something goes wrong and I get arrested,
you make your calls and I get walked out of jail?
Yeah.
- You're covered. - (pen clicks)
Oh, hey, uh, one more thing.
You said that there was no one here besides you
- when Logan O.D.'d, right? - That's right.
There was blood in a... a few different places down there.
Before he lost consciousness,
Logan was moving around, bleeding everywhere.
It got all over.
Don't worry so much, Teddy Mac.
Get some sleep. Big day tomorrow.
(door opens, closes)
Ready?
Good. Just be easy.
- Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah. - It ain't like that.
- Turn around, Louie. - Unh-unh. I got somethin'
- Claudia gon' want to see. - I doubt that.
-Give me the bag.
(unzips bag)
Hands.
(unzips)
Save you the trouble.
- SANTOS: Let's go. - (scoffs)
(door clanks)
(Zapp & Roger's More Bounce to the Ounce playing)
- (muffled laughter) - (knocks on door)
- (chuckling) - Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!
- (indistinct conversations) - More bounce to the ounce
More bounce to the ounce
-More bounce to the ounce -No, really. No, it's true. It's true.
- Yeah? - That's right. No.
More bounce to the ounce
That ain't our problem.
To the ounce
More bounce to the ounce
Louie.
Last I remember seeing you, you spit in my direction
and told me you wasn't coming back.
My memory of those days is a little hazy for me, Claudia.
Mine isn't.
You want to introduce me to your friend?
My nephew... Franklin.
He's cute. Look at that face.
Smooth like polished wood.
- Sit down. - To the ounce
How you like my place, Franklin?
- It's cool. - Did your auntie tell you
she used to be a fan favorite up in here?
Till she got a big head, bit the hand that fed her.
For her to walk you through my doors,
you must be in a bad spot.
Maybe she just figured me and you could be friends.
Brothers and sisters
This how you make friends?
Mm, come on.
I ain't gonna bite.
- (smack) - Ohh!
Unh!
I don't know you, and I feel like I'm getting played.
- We came to deal straight. - Shut the fuck up, Louie.
Taste that. Let me know how it feel.
(bag thuds, knife clicks)
(snorting)
Oh, yeah. Yeah.
That's that caviar. That's the one.
(gasps)
Where'd you get this shit?
- That's my business. - Oh, no, baby boy.
That ain't how it work. You wanna walk out of here?
- Well, I can't give up my source. - Oh, I think you can.
(whimpering)
Here's what I can tell you. Dude I got that from...
he Israeli, connected, dangerous,
gave me that bird on consignment.
- Bullshit. - It's true.
It's true.
But you're right, Claudia. I am desperate.
So, the way I figure, it break down like this.
Buy this key,
and I will bring you another one tomorrow
and another one the day after that if you want.
I get a little cash for my troubles,
you get to have the purest coke there is. We both win.
Or you kill us and take it
and put a crazy Israeli gangster out 16 G's.
This means he's gonna come looking for me.
And if I'm dead, you can be damn sure
he won't stop till he finds out who did it.
Your nephew's a very impressive young man, Louie.
16 G's?
And you'll be back here tomorrow with more?
LOUIE: You staring at that money like you want to talk dirty to it.
You sure you don't want me to drive?
Jerome was telling the truth, you know.
That shit ain't worth the trouble it come with.
- Then why you bring me in there? - Or what?
Let some Russian gangster kill your ass?
- He Israeli. - Yeah, whatever he is.
If you smart, you introduce him to Claudia and get out now.
I do that, I get nothing.
(sighs)
- Nah. - You gon' need it.
- No, I won't. - You gon' learn, one way or the other.
(brakes squeal)
You want to talk to him?
Go on, baby.
Get out and talk to your daddy.
Nah.
You sure?
Just drive the fucking car.
(engine revs, tires squeal)
Baby, you understand me now
If sometimes you see that I'm mad
Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel?
(unzips bag)
When everything goes wrong, you see some bad
But I'm just a soul
Whose intentions are good
Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Doo-doo-doo-doo
You know, sometimes, baby, I'm so carefree
With a joy that's hard to hide
And then sometimes again, it seems that all I have is worry
And then you're bound to see my other side
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
If I seem edgy, I want you to know
I never mean to take it out on you
Life has its problems, and I get more than my share
But that's one thing I never mean to do
'Cause I love you
Oh, oh-oh, baby, I'm just human
Don't you know I have faults like anyone?
I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Don't let me be misunderstood
I've tried so hard