Africa? Y'all went to the motherfucking motherland.
That shit was fucking amazing. Why Deon got all these armed men all over?
- 'Cause of Franklin Saint. - But Franklin not even in the game.
You've been gone a little while, homie.
Word on the street is he lost what he made.
That's why he hit his own uncle's warehouse.
Long as you stay in your lane, we cool, bro.
You telling me where to find the bitch-ass motherfuckers that put me here,
that's the easiest shit in the fucking world, nigga.
We have approval to begin surveillance on the Mexican, Gustavo Zapata.
He should lead us to Teddy's warehouse.
You know who he is?
I can tell you who he is.
The only way that happens is if you get me Teddy first.
This man you're up against may be trained,
but the person who helped him steal your money most likely isn't.
What makes you think he had help?
There is a very short list of people who can pull off a job of this scale.
Just need to know where to look.
I only need 24 hours to make all the necessary transfers
and route everything to untraceable accounts.
Take it that means we all set?
Tomorrow at lunch.
He will be out of the office, and his files will be in our hands.
All right. I'm heading to that lunch meeting. Be back in about an hour.
See you then.
Discretionary asset management is what you want.
Big banks, savings and loans?
- They're behemoths, slow and faceless. - But big banks are big for a reason.
They have access to more capital with more financial products and services.
That's true. But the reason why you hire me,
is I can get you that same access while at a smaller institution.
Best of both worlds.
I'm sorry. Do you mind if I make a quick call?
- Not at all. Take your time. - Thank you.
- I can't believe I'm doing this. - Is this everything that was in the safe?
Can I see?
Okay. Thank you.
I just want to say again. I had no idea what he was all into.
Oh, we know.
Don't worry. The bureau isn't interested in you, Christina.
You've been incredibly cooperative. It'll all be in the report.
- Really? - Yeah, really.
I am so sorry. I have to get back to my office.
I have a client who's in full financial meltdown.
William. My time is extremely important, and I don't appreciate it being wasted.
My apologies, but his can't wait. I'm sorry.
Shit.
Shit. He's on his way back.
- We gotta hurry. - Yeah.
One more. Come on. Man. Okay, put that in your bag.
- There's his car. - Okay?
- She's not gonna make it back. - Go.
Will? William Cox. Oh, my God. Is that you?
Robin Johnson. John Marshall High?
Can I just tell you one thing?
I had the biggest crush on you back...
And I'm sorry to keep you waiting. And it was so good to see you.
- And just congratulations on everything. - You too.
- Thanks. All right. - Okay.
- That was quick. - Not quick enough.
All right. I'm here.
- Where we at? - We have everything we were hoping for.
Accounts, transfers, amounts, routing numbers.
So it worked, right? We got it? We got the money?
We have a paper trail of your money moving through multiple accounts
across several banks and savings and loans.
There are two transfers here that we've tracked.
But then there's a withdrawal out with no record of it landing anywhere.
Sorry, what does that mean?
Meaning, wherever it is now, William doesn't have access.
Yeah, 'cause Teddy transferred it out on his end, right?
He knows where the money is.
- I thought the middleman was the key. - I said Teddy had help, which he did.
So what? We back to square one?
I believe the words you are looking for are "Thank you."
Thank you. Thank you. For what? Telling me some shit I already knew?
- Franklin, come on. - No, no, no.
We spent three weeks trying to find this motherfucker, right?
Setting him up. And what do we got?
The earth-shattering news that I need Teddy to get my money back?
What else you wanna tell me? Is the sun hot? Is water fucking wet?
No, this is bullshit, man! We're wasting our fucking time!
This game we're in, it rewards those who keep their cool.
You'd do well to remember that.
Every piece of information we have is useful. It's helpful.
And this is progress. And we always knew that this was a possibility,
and that's why we have a plan B.
Plan B? What y'all going out there?
We were supposed to leave tomorrow morning,
but I am suddenly feeling unmotivated.
Mom.
Then I suggest you think about the $7.3 million you stand to gain
if you pull this off. Will that motivate you?
- You think that's all I care about? - I know that's all you care about.
And I'm just saying what the fuck I've been told.
That's enough. That's enough. Mom, could you give us a minute, please?
My pleasure.
Hey, what you doing?
Man, school started like two hours ago.
Overslept.
Still got time to catch the RTD though.
Real tough and dangerous. I'll drive your ass to school.
Deon shot the light side of the playground?
He said there's more cover for the dealers.
- So how's school? - Okay.
Okay, except for you showing up three hours late.
You start applying to colleges yet?
I got a couple of applications, but I don't know if I'ma go.
- Why not? - I don't know if it's for me.
College ain't for a lot of motherfuckers, but I guarantee that shit for you, nigga.
Your guidance counselors ain't helping you?
They said I could go to community college or trade school.
For real?
Hello?
We just got a call. Pipe burst at Parker Center.
They're asking if you can get there right away.
- They say how bad it is? - Catastrophic. Water everywhere.
Okay. I'm on my way.
Pipe burst.
I'm sorry.
I keep telling you, hire more help.
It's not that easy.
Just give me a few more hours, okay? I'll be back.
Come on.
- I'll be back. - This is me not holding my breath.
Hey! Hey, leave that girl alone! Hey, hey! Leave her the fuck alone. Get off her!
Move! You stop! Stop!
Hey. You okay?
This money's going out the door faster than I thought.
And Kane's not moving nearly enough product.
You gonna talk to him?
The way you snapped at my mom... She almost walked. I had to talk her down.
This next thing we have planned is really risky, and I can't do it without her.
I understand.
It shouldn't have happened.
I know you're frustrated, but she's been incredibly helpful.
Listen.
I really think I should go out there with y'all.
You'd just be stuck in a hotel room climbing the walls.
And that's not good for anybody.
Stay here. Deal with Kane. I'll call you as soon as we have something.
Okay?
Where they got you doing your physical therapy?
Ay. Nigga, they ain't got me doing shit.
A month ago...
Doctor told me...
I wasn't gonna be able to walk again.
So, either I'm a goddamn medical miracle,
or they don't know what the fuck they talkin' about.
And you and I both know,
ain't no fucking miracles around here.
They helped me out when I was where you are, so...
Fuck you doing here, Saint?
I'll make you more money, of course.
But with the demand that's out there, the territory you have,
we ain't moving nearly enough product.
You mean we not moving your product fast enough.
As far as I could tell, it's not the moving it that's the problem.
It's the making it that's got us held up.
Shootin' it out in the street with your family ain't helping.
But if it's cooking you got a problem with, maybe you should get in there.
Rack that shit up yourself.
I will if I have to. Hell yeah, I would.
But first, I'd like take a look at your cookhouses.
See if I might be able to improve the situation.
I'm sorry, take a look at my cookhouses?
This motherfucker right here, up in this suit,
like he the CEO of the fucking R-O-C-K.
You know what? I built an empire.
Y'all don't wanna know how I did it? Fine.
I thought we was in this shit to get rich. All right?
- Excuse me. - Hold up, hold up, hold up.
Ricky, take him to the cookhouse.
Tell them what's coming outta his mouth is coming outta mine.
Anything else?
Nah, we good.
It's confirmed, no survivors.
They took everything off the bodies and the cars. Just vanished.
I warned them.
Knew that if they didn't let the shipment go,
we'd get fucked like a jinetera.
Senator's now worried that Teddy's gonna be spooked.
They want us to accelerate the timeline.
You call in the tip on the warehouse?
I don't even know exactly what's inside.
Or when Teddy and his boss will both be there.
We have one chance. We can't fuck this up.
Tell the Center we want to shift away from Cissy and Franklin.
I wanna focus on Gustavo. He's vulnerable, knows all the details.
He'll be our way forward.
So...
If I hadn't run that night, he would've taken me.
Yeah, probably.
Tortured me. Killed me maybe.
You wanted excitement.
But I do think it would be a good idea if we moved you out of here,
just till things settle down.
And where were you thinking I would go?
I was thinking you'd stay with me.
Are you using Russian spies
as an excuse to get me to move in with you, Teddy?
I know this place isn't much, but I like it here.
Besides... If you're in as much trouble as it sounds like you are,
I might be wise to keep my distance from you.
I really can never tell if you're fucking with me or not.
Good. Keep you on your toes.
So, how are you going to solve your little problem?
I have to figure out how much they know.
And if they know everything?
No, if they knew everything, I'd be in jail by now.
There's really two options.
We shut the whole thing down, cauterize the wound.
And then after that, maybe I still have a career. Maybe not.
Or you take the $70 million and you leave the country.
Would that be so bad?
Yeah, that would be pretty bad.
I understand what you want, Teddy.
But influence comes in many forms.
And one of those forms is an obscenely large amount of money.
It may not be the way you were raised to believe that power should be attained,
but it can put you at the center of things.
If I had to leave, would you come with me?
Ask me when it happens. And I'll guess we'll see.
Cissy, don't shoot! Don't shoot, please.
Shit! Fuck!
- Wanda, what the fuck? - I'm sorry. I just came to get my things.
I had no idea you were here... back.
Yesterday.
I'm still jet-lagged as hell. I'm livin' in the PJs now.
I still had my key, so I just let myself in.
I just wanted to get a few things, I didn't think you were still living here, I--
Wanda, it's... It's okay.
I'm really sorry, Ms. Saint.
Fuck, child. I almost killed you.
So, how do you like being married?
It's amazing.
But...
I don't know how I'm gonna make it in the projects.
There's rock everywhere there.
It's hard.
You see all them clothes there?
When Alton stopped drinking, he needed something to focus on
that was bigger than himself.
Gave him a sense of direction.
You talking about the shelter?
You got a long road ahead of you, baby.
It's best to stay busy.
It's Ricky.
Oh, shit, Ricky. Where'd you find Mr. Belvedere?
Here's your coffee, Miss Owens.
You two. Get out.
The fuck?
You can't make good product when your work area looks like shit.
Work area? What?
Kane sent me here because your product's slow.
And it's slow 'cause y'all in here playing.
All right, from here on out, this house operates for 12 hours straight.
Two of you will work for six hours and then switch off for six.
Then we'll get a couple more guys.
Get this shit working around the clock, all right?
- Rick, who the fuck is this? - It don't matter.
Kane sent him, so you're gonna listen.
Nobody comes in my house talking shit about my rock.
I don't care if his last name is Saint.
Yeah, that's right. I know your ass. And I don't give a fuck.
- I'm gonna keep cooking the way I-- - You gonna keep cooking?
- Oh, fuck. - You said you wanted to cook, nigga?
Cook then, nigga!
The fuck?
Anybody wanna make some money, do shit the right way,
then please, by all means, stay. But if not, get the fuck out!
- Are we getting DP'd? - Just get the fuck out.
Motherfuckers.
All right. Now what?
- Ever cook before? - You serious?
I wanna work.
All right.
- Hey, man. We all good in here? - Almost done. Just taking a break.
I can't think of anything worse than one more fucking school.
Would be nice to get a higher education.
Higher than what?
You already know more than professors.
The way you figured out how to keep this shit legit...
Dealing with all that bank bullshit,
government 1040 forms or wherever the fuck.
Man, sitting all day in some classroom,
paying some motherfucker who knows less than you
to run they mouth
when you're already making more money here than any nigga could dream of.
Tell you what...
Consider it a bonus.
For all your hard work. You know I appreciate you, little homey.
Hey, Leon here.
What Malcolm X want now?
Sup, Lee? What you need?
The playground lights. Might be good to put them back.
Nah, they stay out.
The PJs don't need to be dark to do business. Wasn't like that before.
Like you said, laws are changing, right?
Police cracking down. Harsher sentences.
I'm just doing what I can to protect my people.
You understand that shit, right?
Bitch ass nigga.
Do you know who I am?
So, that's it?
Yeah, nigga, that's it.
It was me and Ricky keeping it down while you were away.
And before that, when Harold got smoked, huh?
- I'm the one that rode with you. - I said I'd get at him.
That bitch ass trick burned my face, nigga.
No talk is gonna make it right!
You got some chest hair today, Todd.
Has your balls dropped?
Listen, I sent him there to fix the shit that you were in charge of.
But instead of listening, got your goddamn feelings hurt.
Are you gonna listen
or do I need to put your ass in a corner?
That's what the fuck I thought.
Frankie a ho.
And hoes make money.
I like money, Todd.
It's Saint.
Figured y'all could use some help.
This Jamel. He got tired of minimum wage.
Bring any burgers?
I'm fucking with you. Let's get to work.
We got a surprise visitor came by asking for y'all.
Todd here says he knows where Kane's laying his head.
And who the fuck are you to Kane?
For starters, one of the people he sent to shoot up this club.
Sorry.
Look like y'all had a falling out since then.
Fuck Kane. And while we're at it, fuck your nephew too.
Hey, husband. How you doing?
I'm all right. What you do all day?
- I was down at the shelter with Cissy. - That's your wife now, nigga?
You done wifed up the community pussy.
She needed help, so I'ma be volunteering five days out the week.
That's great! So you're liking it?
Like today, this 14-year-old girl came in there with her baby sister.
She needed some formula because her mama had sold it all,
so I was able to find some and help her make it.
And I felt good.
You know, coming back here,
the more I thought about it, the more it felt right to do that.
But now that we're here, looking around, talking to folk,
I don't recognize any of them.
All the things that I was looking forward to seeing, they all gone.
I did a lot of talking before we left.
I thought I was doing something good to try to get this nigga's head straight,
but come to find out, it was just that.
- It was all fucking talk. - No.
Lee.
I then beat that shit so many times...
That shit probably dry as hell right now.
There's a good chance that they'll know it was us
and follow us back here to Los Angeles.
So from here on in, you see anything, anyone following you,
you stop right away and call me, okay?
Okay.
I feel like I should say.
It is pretty impressive down here.
You're pretty handy with the Berettas.
I learned from CIA.
I don't know.
Mom, he just walked in. I'll call you back.
Where were you?
You know what? Forget it. You need to go.
- I was working, okay? - No, Gustavo.
None of this is okay.
I'm fed up with you and I don't want you here.
- Are you fucking serious? - Get out!
Okay then.
What can I get you?
A beer, honey.
Thank you! Cheers!
My father used to say...
when a man comes home with a bouquet of flowers...
"He fucked up, but he's trying to fix it."
But when a man is sitting by himself at a bar, just like you are...
he said, "This idiot made it worse."
Tell me, was it something you did or something you didn't do?
The fucking roses will fix it.
I'm not talking about your girl.
That little problem with the CIA and the DEA, Gustavo.
Hey, calm down man, calm down.
I'm here to help you.
Who the fuck are you?
We've met before.
Except that I... I looked diferent.
Perhaps I offered you a glass of champagne.
Look Gustavo, it doesn't matter who I am.
What matters is that I know you are in trouble.
Fortunately for you, I have the resources and capabilities to get you out clean.
Practically, I want the same as the DEA.
Proof that the CIA is trafficking into its own country.
You help me,
you get forged documents.
A new identity for you and your family.
With enough cash.
Lots of money, my friend.
What do you think?
I get it. Why trust me? You have Teddy.
I'm sure he's told you he no longer works for the CIA.
He's telling you lies for years, Gustavo. Pretending you have protection.
But you have no protection. Nothing. You are alone.
America does't care about you.
Truthfully, neither do I.
This is simply a transaction between you and me.
If you can manage to get Teddy and his boss into the warehouse with the product
so I can arrest themm freedom is yours.
I need an answer in 24 hours.
Thanks, mami.
I'll see you soon.
There's, like, four playground lights out.
Make sure you replace all of them.
It's about 30 minutes to the nursing home. If we don't hit traffic.
I'll drive.
We're raiding the warehouse tomorrow.
Thought you'd be happy. It's almost over, Gustavo.
Every informant I've worked with gets cold feet before game day.
Because your life will change, WITSEC or not.
There's no helping that.
But you'll have helped make this case.
And when news of this raid hits the papers,
the C.I.A will have bigger problems than you, believe me.
Need to make sure that Teddy, the cash, and the dope are all there.
Sober up.
House on launch is good.
I got Ricky looking for another one.
In a couple weeks, she'll be turning in four or five times as much rock.
Yeah.
And all you had to do is burn my boy's face off?
I did what needed doing.
- That's what needed doing? - Well, shit. It worked, didn't it?
Listen, nigga.
These niggas had my back for a long time.
So just because we're doing some business together, nigga,
don't go thinking we all fucking buddy-buddy and friends, my nigga.
And now that you're hurt, they're taking advantage of you.
If you don't have a problem with them fucking with your money, that's fine.
But I promise you, none of these little niggas gonna fuck with mine,
not a single one is gonna fuck with my money.
Do you understand what I'm saying to you?
How I discipline my people is my motherfucking business, nigga!
- So, don't ever get it twisted! - Don't ever get it twisted?
Yeah! Don't let me ever hear you laying a hand on one of them again.
No one cares.
Fuck!
Come on, nigga! Come on!
- Where we going? - Shit! Get up, get up, get up. Kitchen!
Shit!
- Who the fuck are these niggas, man? - I don't know, shit!
Oh, shit.
Oh, fuck! Motherfucker!
Todd, nigga? Shit.
- Where are we going? - Backdoor, backdoor, backdoor.
Bitch-ass nigga.
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
Fuck!
Oh, fuck.
- Fuck. - Come on. Come on.
- Get in. Get in. - Come on. Come on, Franklin. Let's go.
"Tell us about a time
"when you challenged your own pre-existing worldview."
- Shit. That's hard. - I hate writing. I like numbers.
Why the fuck I gotta do this shit?
They're just trying to get a sense of who you are.
It's all good. We'll figure it out.
It's about to go down, y'all.
You sure this is what you want?
Are you sure that's what you want, little man?
Fuck him up, baby!
Get him, Lee!
You let these niggas thaw me, and now you're back?
Come on brother!
You ain't got the heart for this shit no more, nigga.
This is my shit, Nigga.
Fuck you, nigga.
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