The DEA have been surveilling you. They know everything.
You're about to be raided. You should run.
You're the only one who has this number.
It's an answering service. I will check it every week.
We've officially bounced our first mortgage check for Spring Street.
We are tapped out, Franklin.
I'm trying real fucking hard to make you understand just how desperate I am.
Please don't do this.
What if we split it? Thirty-seven million dollars.
Each walk away with a small fortune. And then we go our separate ways.
Tell me you're not gonna let that man go.
In two hours, this will all be over.
I'll go with you to make sure they don't kill you.
And after that, you and I will never see each other again.
Good afternoon. Fullerton Escrow.
Hey, Ann. It's Teddy McDonald. Yes, I am ready to initiate the transfer.
Hey! Fuck! Mama, Mama, we gotta go.
Goodbye, Franklin.
How you doing? You got a phone?
Thank you.
- Hello? - It's me.
All right, what happened? Is it done?
- No. - No?
- No, Mama, she had a gun. - What you mean she had a gun?
- And she shot Teddy. - What?
He's dead.
What? He's dead? Franklin, what are you saying? What?
Fuck me. Fuck. So fucking close to having that fucking money.
They were about to transfer and she fucked us, V.
Why would she do that shit? Why would she do that?
Franklin, you just need to get back here. We're gonna talk about it. Come back.
She just sat there.
Franklin, I need you to breathe with me, okay? Just stay with me, all right?
- She said goodbye. - Franklin, we will figure this out.
Could you come back, please? Right now. Come back.
You okay?
It's on me.
There's guns and drugs on every corner of this city.
The mayor isn't doing anything about it. These gangs are taking over.
- Hey. - Yeah?
You hear about this shooting? Like, five blocks away, right by City Hall East.
Some lady shot a guy, killed him.
Cops and reporters everywhere. A fucking circus.
Unless you wanna spend the rest of your life in jail,
you need to do exactly what I tell you.
Listen to me. I didn't know she was gonna fucking do that shit, okay?
Put the asset into the trunk of your car.
Drive to 355 Jamison Street, pull into the building, unload him and leave.
- Repeat the address back to me. - 355 Jamison.
One hour. Come alone.
Thank God, Franklin. Baby, what's going on? Franklin?
- I need to move him. - Franklin, can you talk to me?
- Franklin, talk to me. - You're gonna hand me over.
Franklin, can you look at me please?
That's a bad idea, Franklin! You cannot trust the CIA.
What the fuck is going on?
You're nothing to them. You're just a liability.
You'll never make it back from the handoff.
They'll kill you right there. Franklin, don't do this. It's a bad--
Franklin!
Franklin! Franklin!
I can still help you. Help you. Please, Franklin. Come on, man. Please.
Please don't do this. I can still help you out, man.
Franklin, come on. They will put me through hell, don't you understand?
Franklin, please don't do this, man!
Hey, Franklin!
Franklin, don't do this, man! Franklin!
Franklin, don't do this please! Franklin!
So along with everything else, we lost the plug.
The purest shit at the best price.
Now, I know ain't nobody walking away, but we need a new connect.
All right, I don't care if it's Mexicans, Colombians or your fucking cousin
if they got what we need.
A hard game about to get a whole lot harder. Y'all better get ready.
Now, let me talk to Frank real quick.
Fuck.
I found Cissy at a jail downtown.
Sent Prentice over to talk to her, but she sent him away.
Won't even see him.
And they won't let me talk to her, not until after she's arraigned.
Ain't shit either of us could do for her now.
Listen, Lee, I need money, man.
And a lot more than another 500K. Now, I'm sorry I gotta ask.
How much you got left?
Almost three million.
That's what the fuck I'm talking about. Thank fucking Christ!
Okay, look, listen. You know I don't expect a handout, all right?
I'll take the 500K that I already owe you, I'll add the three million. Okay?
And then I'll sell you an ownership stake in Spring Street.
Make you a partner, man, like you always should have been.
And then in a few years, once construction's complete
and we're generating cash, either I'll pay you a quarterly income,
or we wait till we refinance
and I'll buy you out, five, ten times the amount you put in.
Let me ask you something.
Why do you think Cissy did what she did?
Ain't no why, nigga. She fucking snapped. Lost her shit.
I don't think so.
She murdered Teddy in broad daylight
in full view of a hundred people, including a CIA officer,
when her fucking son was about to be handed $37 million, man.
No, she sacrificed herself to keep you safe. To keep us all safe from him.
Do you feel safe, Leon? You feel safe? Do you feel safe?
'Cause I sure fucking don't!
She didn't want you to have that money, and I ain't gonna disrespect what she did
by giving you something she didn't want you to have.
Are you for real right now? After everything I've done for you,
you're gonna sit there with a life raft and watch me fucking drown?
Nigga, I'm the reason y'all niggers got this fucking money in the first place!
It's blood money. If I can give it all back, I would.
Oh, fantastic. Brilliant. Great. Give it all back to me.
Can't do it.
I need that fucking money, Lee.
And you're gonna give it to me, or I'm gonna take it.
This really how you want this shit to end?
No.
...charged with first degree murder of Theodore McDonald
in violation of California's penal code 187.
Punishable by life imprisonment without the possibility of parole.
- Do you understand these charges? - I do.
And how do you plead?
I plead guilty of killing a CIA officer
who helped our government flood these streets with cocaine,
then use that money to fund an illegal war.
Order!
Request for a recess is denied.
Mrs. Saint, you will not speak again.
The court reporter will enter a plea of guilty and nothing more.
Bond, to the People.
In addition to her guilty plea, Mrs. Saint confessed at the time of her arrest.
I believe she is a danger to the community
and would ask for a remand, Your Honor.
The court denies bail for the defendant.
You will remain in custody without bail throughout your legal proceedings.
Next case.
Franklin Saint, we've been looking for you. Have a few questions.
I got witnesses put someone of your description
in the square with your mother.
Oh, yeah? Good for you.
You trying to tell me you two weren't in this together?
Well, you heard her. I ain't pull no trigger.
I've got a CIA officer who had burns all over his chest.
How'd they get there?
I don't know. Cooking rock, dangerous business.
Your mother's throwing her life away trying to publicly out the CIA.
You don't think she's gonna talk to us?
My mother's fucking crazy. Ain't nobody gonna believe that shit.
- Irene Abe would have. - Yeah, Irene Abe's dead.
Yeah, and so are Andre Wright and Kevin Hamilton and Jerome Saint.
Now a CIA officer to go along with how many others along the way?
I know what the fuck you are.
I might be the only one on the planet that does but I do.
Oh, yeah?
Then do something about it then, nigga.
Go ahead. Pull that gun and use it.
Uncle Tom-ass nigga.
Do you think Franklin will come after you?
No. He know he can't touch me here.
Without Cissy's money, the shelter ain't gonna stay open.
In two weeks, it'll shut down.
All those people will be back out on the streets.
I made my decision, Lee.
I'm going back to Ghana.
I got enough money for a one-way ticket,
and I'll figure out the rest when I get there.
- Leon, I don't want your money, just-- - Stop.
You're my wife and this is your money too.
We'll get you to Ghana so you can start a new life.
You not even gonna ask me not to go?
- Leon... - No.
Follow the yellow line. Next. Stop at the line.
Hey, Mama.
How you doing? You all right?
I spoke to Prentice.
He said he could still help you.
Nobody enters a guilty plea for first-degree murder.
You request new counsel, say you weren't in your right mind.
After yesterday, people will believe it.
Can't run your mouth like that again, Mama.
You hear me?
Can't provoke these people.
They gonna hang you by your bedsheets in here.
You understand what I'm saying?
Why'd you do this, Mama?
He was about to make the transfer.
We were so fucking close. Ten seconds.
You couldn't wait ten fucking seconds?
- Franklin. - Mr. Davis.
May I come in?
- Yeah, sure. - Thank you.
Very nice to see you, Franklin.
Yeah. Listen, I'm sorry to just show up like this
but I stopped by your office and that was very much closed.
So I thought I'd stop by here while I was in the area.
Okay. Is there something I can help you with?
I wanna discuss your offer.
And I thought it best we sit down in person.
I'm sorry, my offer?
Yes. Selling your stake in the Spring Street development.
We are interested but before we get into vetting the numbers,
I wanted to personally ask you about this situation with your mother.
I'm sorry, you've been misinformed.
- About which part? - My stake. That ain't for sale.
Your partner reached out to us and said that you wanted to--
My partner was wrong.
Anything else?
No.
I suppose not.
You have yourself a good day.
I've been paging you. Where you been?
I've been a lot of places
but it started out with a meeting with Paul Davis.
I wanted to test the waters.
See what we'd be looking at if we decided to sell.
Now, I thought I was very clear that we're not selling downtown, V.
I didn't see how it could hurt to have the numbers at hand.
You didn't see how it could hurt?
My lady going behind my back, soliciting offers with our competitors.
- Showing our weakness. - Okay then. It won't happen again.
I know it won't happen again.
I made a deal to sell the South Central properties.
What? You sold all of the South Central buildings? Today?
Single buyer with deep pockets.
One familiar enough with the area
and the business model to see a great deal when it's right in front of him.
Not to mention a personal motivation to buy us out.
My mother's old boss, Arnold Tulfowitz.
Well, shit.
- You just threw it all away. - No.
- You just sunk us. - No. No, no, no. I don't think I have.
- No? - No.
But even if I have, I built it, right?
And if I wanna tear it all down, then that's what the fuck I'm gonna do.
You remember what I said to you in Malibu on the bluff that day?
You said you needed my loyalty.
No, no, no, baby. That's not all I said to you. That's not all I said.
Don't ever go behind my fucking back again! You hear me?
Get the fuck off me.
Blue isn't exactly my color, right?
Don't look at me like that.
I did the only thing I could possibly do and still live with myself.
Yeah.
You should know,
people in the neighborhood been talking and they calling you a hero.
But they're the only ones talking about it, right?
Yeah. I also wanted you to know I'ma keep funding the shelter.
Just not gonna let it die.
That is good news.
How is Wanda handling everything?
Not great.
She... Hit her breaking point and went back to Ghana.
I so admire
all that you're doing.
But I fucking hate the way you're doing it.
I didn't come here for advice.
I came here to see if there's anything I can do for you.
Okay. Well, here's what you can do for me.
Pack a suitcase full of books, get on a plane
and go to your wife in Ghana.
Go find out who you wanna be in this world, Leon.
And when you're really ready to atone,
come back.
Franklin's lost.
One of the greatest tragedies of my life.
But you are one of my greatest surprises.
I don't wanna lose you too.
Don't do that to me.
All right?
It's gonna get pretty lonely in here.
I love you.
Love you too.
Go.
Mr. Saint.
Phil, how you doing, man? Nice to see you.
Have a seat.
So, we need to rip out the entire foundation and re-pour it.
I'm suing, of course. But in the meantime,
I need to increase the line of credit to construction loan
and cut a cashier's check to GY Concrete for $129,000, please.
You know, just get the ball going.
Is this maybe what Veronique was here about earlier?
I'm sorry, what?
Ms. Turner. She was here this morning and made a substantial cash withdrawal.
I'm sorry, Phil.
How substantial?
I'll need to verify the exact amount,
but it was the majority of the available funds.
Somewhere in the neighborhood of $800,000.
Yeah. Yeah...
That must be where we got our lines crossed.
I'll talk to her. I'll get it handled.
Yeah. Yeah, yeah. That must've been where our line's... signal got crossed.
I'll talk to her. Yeah, and I'll get it handled.
I suppose I don't need to point out
that you've been paying the Spring Street mortgage from that account?
Yeah, yeah. I'll transfer it in and get it covered, okay?
Hey, Mama. How you doing?
So listen. Veronique...
She fucked me. She robbed me. And she took off.
Now, I got Top Notch looking for her. But you know,
this is what that bitch does, so it might take me a while to find her.
But I'ma fucking find her. I promise you that.
But until I do... Mama, look at me. I'm in trouble.
All I got left is the house, so I need to sell it because I need the cash.
Even though I bought it for you.
So look, I got some documents that I just need you to sign 'em.
I just need you to sign ownership over to me, okay?
Mama, listen to me. I'm sorry, but you never getting outta here.
Okay. That's the facts. So, just sign the paperwork
and give me some indication that you'll do that for me.
Mama?
What kind of fucking mother are you? You're not gonna fucking talk to me?
This is all your fucking fault. You ended my fucking life!
After everything I fucking did for you, you not gonna fucking talk to me?
You did this to me! You ended my fucking life.
And Teddy should have blown your fucking head off!
Fuck you, bitch! Fuck you! You fucking did this shit to me.
You did this shit to me. You fucking did this!
You ended my fucking life! Fuck you, bitch! Fuck you!
I understand that!
Phillip told me that as you all might extend me for another 30 days
based on the value of the property.
Mr. Saint, I understand that's what he said,
but I'm afraid we aren't able to extend you any further than we already have--
Look, I can get you the money. I can get you the money. I just need one week.
Can you give me one week, please?
You have the 48 hours that we discussed.
At which time, we will be fully within our rights.
You motherfuckers, this is what you live for, huh?
This is what you wanted from the start, right?
Fuck decent people out they fucking money!
I shouldn't have said that, okay? I just... I really...
Hello?
Top.
- How you holding up? - Yeah. So, you found V?
- No. - Oh, goddamn, Top.
I mean, shit, she was due two weeks ago.
She's gotta have that baby somewhere, right? You checked the hospitals?
Hospitals? Man, look, I don't know where the fuck I'm supposed to be looking.
Aight. Listen, Franklin. I wanted to tell you...
From here on out, I'm not looking for Veronique anymore.
What?
Why the fuck not?
What, you been talking to Cissy? Veronique fucking pay you off?
No. No, this is about me.
I've done all I can do for you, man.
I'm finished.
Oh, you're finished?
So, you drag me all the way out here
to tell me that you're fucking quitting on me?
Yeah.
But I also got something for you.
It's what you've been looking for.
Hey, Peaches.
Franklin Saint. My nigga.
You know, when I read that you was in Monrovia,
I thought it made sense
that your bitch-ass would run all the way to Liberia.
Imagine my surprise when I found out it wasn't that Monrovia.
Bet you thought it was a smart play, huh?
Tell everybody you headed halfway across the world.
Only to go 25 miles.
Or you did plan to leave.
And this is just as far as your bitch-ass, junkie-ass got.
Look at me, nigga.
Five million you took from me.
I hope for your sake you still got some of it left.
The money? Yeah, yeah, man. I got a safe in the back.
All right. Show me. Come on, nigga. Show me!
Come on. Slow.
I'm gonna show you. Calm down, nigga.
- Damn, man. - Come on.
Fuck.
You fucking slimy nigga.
They gonna catch your ass, nigga.
Fuck. Fuck.
Yeah, yeah. No, no. I swear I've been putting the right combination in,
but this shit just won't work.
Yeah, I called the company
and they said it's gonna take a few days before somebody can get out here.
I don't have that type of time.
The make is Shelterstone.
Oh, shit.
- Miguel? - Yeah, that's right.
Must make you Chris?
Thanks for coming so quick, you know. I know it's getting late.
Yeah, well, most of the calls that I get,
some old lady locked herself out of her Buick.
It's not every day that I get a chance to crack a safe, you know?
- Yeah. - Makes me feel like a bank robber.
It's just back this way.
Damn. So, it's just you in here?
Yeah, I don't get out much. Got that anxiety, you know?
Ain't nothing to be ashamed of. My abuela has that shit.
Afraid of the outdoors.
It's got some name for it, but I can't remember.
Here she is.
Holy shit. She is a big one, huh?
Yeah. So, you think you can get into it?
Hell, yeah.
- The second one should do the trick. - Okay.
Who are you? What the fuck are you doing?
We just trying to help Peaches get into his safe.
- Where's Peaches at? - He's just round back.
- Here, I'll show you. - No. No. You stay back.
- No, it's all good. Relax. Fuck! - Peaches! Peaches! Peaches!
Miguel, just carry on. Please.
I don't wanna hurt you.
I just need you to open that safe, okay? And I'll let you go.
All right. Hey. Hey, man.
Count it.
It's...
I don't know, maybe around 12 grand.
Twelve grand.
Lot of money, huh?
I don't know, man.
I've got three kids, man.
I swear to God, I won't say shit.
All right, if the cops ask
I'll say it was another white boy dope fiend who did all of this shit.
Put it in your pocket.
Go on.
What's your name again?
Miguel.
Miguel what?
Miguel Flores.
Go on. Get out of here.
Go.
Thank you.
- Morning. - Good morning to you.
This looks official.
- Sorry to bother you. - It ain't a bother yet.
- This your place? - Our place, yes.
Well, we're looking for someone.
Believe she was in the area looking for work about six months ago.
Might have introduced herself as Carla Huggins.
Her real name's Louie Saint. She was a drug trafficker. Cocaine.
One of the largest operations in Los Angeles history.
Yeah, she was here. Last winter.
Stayed a couple of months and then moved on.
She leave a hint of where she might have been headed?
Well, we didn't exactly have that kind of relationship.
These things happen out here all the time.
Folks come around looking for work, stay a couple months and move on.
We always figure they're running from something.
Right. Well, if you happen to remember anything else
or she shows up again, give us a call.
Ten minutes!
Get some air. Grab just a little air.
Kids, remember, when it comes to wrestling, enjoy yourself.
Have fun.
Intense, but fun. Got it?
Boss, I need to make a quick call.
Asshole, I told you, if you want to use the phone use it.
You don't have to ask permission.
You have one new message.
Hi, Gustavo.
I'm not sure if you're still checking this service, it's been so long.
But if you do get this, I just... I wanted you to know that we're okay.
We finally settled in North Carolina.
It's nice here. And the boys...
The boys are doing okay.
I'm sorry it's taken me so long to reach out.
I wasn't sure if it was a good thing, and my mother said she'd kill me...
But I still miss you so much.
We all do.
If you do get this...
if you made it and it's possible,
we all want to see you again.
I wanna see you again.
Hey, cuh. Who you with?
I grew up here. On 46th. You know if anybody live here?
Yeah, someone in there. If you want to call that shit living.
Appreciate it.
Nigga really about to go in.
Hey, Frank. If you in there, open up.
It's Leon.
Come on, man.
Come on, Frank.
Saint?
Come on in if you're coming in. Shit.
Anybody else outside watching the house?
- Anybody like who? - From the city, nigga. Who else?
No, I just saw the notice on the door about the unpaid property tax.
Hell...
Five years, you know?
Five years, I should get. But they on some bullshit.
And they fucking with me.
'Cause they know who the fuck I am.
But it's all good.
'Cause what we gonna do is...
we gonna go through the back.
'Cause they don't watch the alley.
Well, come on then, nigga. Shit.
I know your bougie ass ain't trying to stay in this shithole.
Here we are.
Okay. Come on.
Okay.
- So when did you get back? - A little while ago.
Leon, Leon. Go to Africa, come back. Go to Africa, come back again.
I'm gonna start calling you Yo-Yo, nigga. Yo-Yo!
That's actually a better nickname than Little Lee.
You gonna be Yo-Yo, motherfucker.
So you found what you was looking for out there?
Yeah. Yeah.
That's good. You sure as shit ain't gonna find it here.
Bitch, what the fuck are you doing?
You better not be taking no fucking shits back here.
Get the fuck on. I live here.
See what I mean? Shit.
Last year, two motherfuckers broke into my house, trying to jack me.
Look at that shit. See that?
I will say they got the worst of it though for fucking with me.
Shit. That's why Cissy, she let me stay in the house.
That's right, she knew. She a tricky little bitch, that lady.
When was the last time you saw her?
Saw her? Did you hear what the fuck I just said? Goddamn.
Where we going?
Sup with Wanda? She finally leave your ass?
She go back to her first love.
It's a long story. She's doing great though.
Trying to get into the music business.
You fucking with me right now?
No.
Damn! Everybody got to have a dream.
Yeah. But one thing I will say, marriage ain't easy.
I'll tell you what ain't easy, that bitch Veronique.
Motherfucker bounced like a bad check soon as the money was gone.
She called me once, if you can believe that shit.
She ain't tell me where she was, but she did say I had a son.
Said she was gonna raise him right.
Best schools, better life, away from America.
Break the curse.
Said I should take some solace in that.
That's what she said, "Take some solace."
I said, "Bitch, I'll take a few days to see my fucking son."
I don't get it, Lee. Women? I don't get it.
Sexy chocolate nigga like me, can't keep a bitch.
What the fuck? What the fuck going on here?
I heard they're shooting a movie.
Yeah. Movie business, huh? Bad fucking business. Come on.
Y'all ain't gonna win no Oscar.
Hey, John. Keith said he needs 15 minutes.
Hey, so I explored my options, and I started a free legal clinic.
- Oh, really? - Yeah.
With LAPD arresting folks left and right
and public defenders being all backed up and shit.
The first step in getting people freedom is to make sure they're literally free.
I was wrong about how bad that Len Bias law was going to be for black folks.
It's way worse. Jim Crow all over again.
Yeah, you the nigga trying to help niggas that ain't trying to help themselves.
I mean, people are going through it. They want to get involved.
I actually came to see you because I can use an extra hand.
If you want to come by and help, that would be great.
Listen, you got ten bucks on you?
A 20? Andrew Jackson. You the man.
You don't want anything, do you? I'll be right back.
They was watching me for a while. I know they were.
I'd be hearing them on the phone.
Clicking and clicking and clicking, you know?
Random motherfuckers in cars following me.
Acting like I was the problem.
Called 'em up once.
Called up the fucking CIA.
Somebody answered.
And I told them...
I said, "Leave me the fuck alone.
"Leave me the fuck alone. Or I'ma start talking."
And that did it.
That fucking did it.
It's the LA sheriff's department.
We have a warrant procedure for not paying your back taxes.
Like I said.
If you don't open this door, we'll open it ourselves.
No, look. They can't take your fucking house.
Why?
Make this easy.
They took everything else.
Open this door now, or we'll open it ourselves.
Let them take that shit too.
I'll pay the property taxes, and I'll clean this shit up myself.
Stop, stop. You don't understand, Yo-Yo.
I ain't got no fucking change on me, man.
I'm free.
Free from all of it. My fucking way, not yours and not theirs.
You're my best friend.
Best friend I ever fucking had.
And I'm fucking proud of you.
You hear me?
I'm good.
Fuck.
Saint.
Saint!
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