- Come on, Ray-Ray. - Ray-Ray, man! Come on!
- Do it, motherfucker! - All right, all right.
- Ray-Ray! - Do it!
I'm sorry, Franklin. I told you I needed that recipe.
You really gonna let Kev kill him; start a fucking war?
Kev! I can't let this happen. Kevin!
Stop! DEA!
What agency doing work in Nicaragua
would want to shut down a DEA operation?
If I'ma tell you about all this, I'm gonna need a drink.
Kevin dead.
Man, why the fuck did you have to shoot him?
- No. - There's more.
Cops got your name, Franklin. They know it's you.
- You made him this way! - We all made him this way.
- Mama. - Franklin.
Oh, god. I love you.
I want you to know that if having you in my life
means that I gotta stop all of this,
then I'ma do that for you, Mama.
Police! Let me see your hands.
Don't shoot him! Don't shoot him!
I'm right here.
- Baby. - I'm sorry, Mama.
I love you. I love you.
Lawyer.
That's him.
No question.
Place all your personal effects in the envelope.
When you're done, hand it to the C.O.
Come on, ladies, line up.
Next man up.
Step forward, inmate.
Move it, gentlemen.
Let's roll. Step it up. Go!
Clothes off. We don't have all day.
Move it! Next man.
Get on the bench. Nuts to butts.
Let's go. Move up. Nuts to butts.
- Fuck this shit. - Hey, let's go. Move up.
Man, I ain't doing this bitch-ass shit so you fuckin' bitch-ass cops can watch.
- All of you, stay back! - Fuck you.
Get him out of here.
Keep moving. Keep moving.
Spread your cheeks; spread your sacks.
Don't be bashful. Cough.
Cough again.
All right, stand up.
All right, listen up. Phone time.
You, you... and you. Let's go.
I want to make a phone call. This is bullshit.
Man, you just wait your turn. Use this phone over here.
You two, over there.
- Hey. - It's me.
You straight?
They got me in Central.
I need you to get J Young down here as soon as you can, all right?
We gon' get you bail.
Then we gon' fight this shit from the outside. Hear me?
- Louie and Lee with you? - Louie here.
She send her love. You talk to your mama?
Nah.
You need anything? Anything I can do for you?
Listen.
Just get J Young down here, Unc, huh?
Nephew, everything gonna be a'ight.
Yeah.
Yeah, I know.
- Love. - Yeah, mm-hmm.
What you looking at?
Hold.
Rack 'em.
Go on.
Got fresh meat!
Hold up. Rack 'em.
All right, move out.
Nope. That's you.
Hey, mon.
Hey.
The government set me up. They set you up too.
The fuck I tell you about spouting that crazy-ass shit?
Shut the fuck up 'fore I beat your ass.
Rack it.
Franklin Saint.
Come with me.
Franklin, how you doing?
Tell me, man.
They charged you with a 187 PC. Murder one.
Won't know what evidence the state has until you've been arraigned,
which will be in the next day or two.
We go to court, plead not guilty,
I'll get the discovery, and then we'll see what we're dealing with. Okay?
I need to get the fuck out of here, man.
Make sure I get bail.
It's your first offense.
They'll grant bail.
So you have any more questions for me?
Something you need done in the meantime?
- You charge by the hour, right? - Just business.
- I'm good. - Well...
Keep your head up.
See you in two days.
For sure.
Look. I'm not a fool.
I get that sometimes there's a bigger picture.
But are you honestly telling me
that the juice on this bullshit is worth a squeeze?
You know why Nixon started the DEA;
started the war on drugs, right?
It's a dog whistle.
It was intentionally designed
to keep minorities in this country on their backs...
Even if that's true, it doesn't mean that we just open the floodgates.
And I respect that you... That you want to make a difference.
I do, but you gotta admit that
until people in this country stop using drugs,
that fighting a war on them is pointless and costly.
It's unwinnable.
I see.
So your war
is important and noble.
But my war is pointless.
According to the people who shut down your operation
so that mine can continue,
yeah.
Give me a year... Or two years, maybe...
Just long enough for us
to give the Nicaraguan people their democracy back.
And I promise you that at the end of it, I will hand over every distributor,
every dealer, every supplier that we work with along the way.
You're gonna make the largest series of drug-related arrests
that this country has ever seen.
It's the ultimate undercover assignment. There's no red tape.
There's no oversight. The results are beyond anything
you could ever possibly imagine.
You should definitely take a day or two to think it over.
Either way, there's no hard feelings.
At the end of the day...
We're both on the same team.
I'll be in touch.
Rack it.
Hey.
What shoe size are you?
Rack it.
Come with me.
Let's go. Move it.
Stay on the line. Keep moving.
All the way. All the way.
All right, watch the gate.
Close that up.
You all right?
You know, just sit tight.
I'm not sure where you show up in the lineup,
but I'm right over there, okay?
Court is in session.
Proceeding.
The people versus Oscar Peralta. Appearances, please?
Yes, counsel for the defense, Your Honor.
The defendant is present and...
Bail will be set at $20,000.
I have "not guilty" entered.
$60,000.
Bail will be set at $75,000.
The people versus Franklin Saint. Appearances, please?
Johnson Young, privately retained.
The defendant is in court and in custody.
Colin Grant for the people, Your Honor.
Mr. Young, how would you like to proceed?
We waive further reading of the complaint,
statement of rights, and enter a plea of not guilty,
and deny all special allegations and enhancements.
Plea of "not guilty" entered. Counsel, what are we doing?
Your Honor, can we come back for a setting date of February 28th?
We're backed up here, Counselor. We'd be looking at mid-March.
- The defense will accept. - Mr. Grant?
Fine by the state.
We will reconvene for a preliminary hearing on the 12th of March.
Bail will be set at $75,000.
Please the court, Your Honor, at this time, the state would ask
- that bail be denied. - On what grounds?
A DEA agent has identified the defendant
as the shooter, the defendant fled the scene,
and when he was finally apprehended,
he was driving a vehicle not in his name,
he had thousands of dollars of cash on him, along with a fake driver's license.
Your Honor, we believe Mr. Saint could pose a significant flight risk.
Your Honor, this young man has no priors and has no reason to run.
And what kid under the age of 21 years of age doesn't have a fake ID?
Your Honor, the defense implores Her Honor to follow her instincts
and grant bail.
I'm persuaded by the people's argument. Bail is denied.
The defendant will be transferred to Pitchard Detention Facility
where he will remain in custody until his trial.
Y'all happy now?
Got the black man in chains over selling a goddamn dime bag.
- I say y'all motherfuckers happy now? - Shut the fuck up.
You'll make this trip in an ambulance.
Yessa, massa. I's understand.
Oh, you making jokes?
And what the fuck are you looking at?
Boss. Let's go. Let's get a move on.
Two and two!
All right, you heard the man. Move it.
Move. Let's go.
Face forward. Eyes straight ahead.
Two by two. Let's go.
Eyes front, gentlemen. Let's go.
Fuckin' looking at me? Fuck!
Hey, down there! Fresh fish coming in, y'all!
That's the one I want.
Rest tonight, boys.
Tonight's getting kind of low.
Motherfucker.
Hey, nigga.
Hey.
Ray-Ray.
I knew I wasn't tripping.
I used to chop it up with this boy back on the block.
Hey, that boy got game for real.
Fuck they bring you in here on?
- Some bullshit. - Bet that.
Same shit with me. Couple months on some nonsense.
Shit ain't about nothing, though.
Food ain't shit, but at least we ain't breaking up rocks all day.
Man, look. I know we ain't see eye-to-eye,
but in here, we from the same hood. So we gotta stick together.
Yeah.
All right, cool.
Hey, cuz, get this nigga a pack.
Stay up, man.
Give me them dice. Who got bank?
Come here, man.
Payback time.
Shut up, nigga. Shut the fuck up.
This one for Lenny, motherfucker. Thought I was gonna let it slide, bitch?
Motherfucker.
Franklin Saint?
There's someone here to see you.
Goddamn, Nephew.
Yeah.
Making friends in here.
Goddamn Mexicans?
Don't tell me a brother did this shit.
Ray-Ray in here. Apparently, he ain't happy about Lenny.
All right. Ray-Ray.
Hmm?
You tell him I know where his goddamn family live.
I'll kill everybody that motherfucker ever knew.
You hear me?
Want some goddamn pharaoh Ten Commandments type shit on his ass.
- Just stop. - Shit, you hear me?
Stop.
Goddamn lawyer, Johnson, say he gonna get you out on that fuckin' bail.
Some writ... write? Some shit.
- It don't matter. - Fuck you mean it don't matter?
We'll get you out of there.
Your auntie, she was gonna come up here and see you too,
but they only let two people at a time in this motherfucker.
- She gonna come up this weekend. - It's gonna be all right, Unc. Unc?
Here, nigga.
What's good, homey?
What's up, man?
They ain't come at you?
Nah.
Seen Wanda?
I'm sorry, man.
You tried to keep her out the cookhouse.
Should have listened.
But I want you to listen to me.
I been where you at, nigga. But you gotta keep fighting, you hear me?
- Yeah, man. Of course. - 'Cause this shit ain't your fault.
Lee, no. Stop.
When you leave here, go back in that dorm; grab the first nigga you see,
and beat the fuck out that nigga till they grab you off of that nigga.
You hear me? Show 'em who the fuck you is, nigga!
- All right. - No! Look at this nigga face, man!
- Fuck! - All right, come on.
Show 'em who the fuck you is!
Any nigga that motherfuckin' try you,
- beat the fuck out that nigga! - All right, come on.
- Show 'em who the fuck you is, nigga! - Come on.
Fuck that phone, nigga.
Don't be holding out on us.
You still fuckin' that other nigga bitch, man?
Hey, that nigga gonna catch up to you.
Look at this nigga.
All right, listen up.
Daniel Martinez.
Anthony Hill.
Miguel Chavez.
Franklin Saint.
Brian Getz.
Darius Coleman.
Jesús Morales. Up front. Let's go.
Hey, Mama.
Alton.
- What... what? - She can't keep her shit together?
Tell her to get the fuck out of here. I don't need this shit right now.
- Hold on. Hold on. - Huh?
The fuck. I don't fucking need this shit.
Okay.
How you doing, man?
Never in a million years would have thought
the two of you would be like this.
Whole goddamn world's turned upside down.
Yeah, I can't imagine how strange it must be for you
after all this time.
I know there ain't much I can say to you
or that, uh...
or that you want to hear.
But I know something about this.
Um...
- And... - Listen, I need you to stop.
And there is always
- something left on the inside. - I said stop.
No matter how much you think there ain't.
I don't fuckin' need this shit right now. You hear me?
I don't fuckin' need it. You wait till fuckin' now,
till I'm in here, to be a fuckin' dad?
It's a bad fuckin' joke, man.
- Stop it, son. - It's a bad fuckin' joke!
- How the fuck you come back... - Franklin, stop.
- Get the fuck away from me! - Don't hurt him!
- Stop, Franklin. - Don't hurt him!
Calm down, baby.
Man, don't fuckin' come back to this place!
- You were never fuckin' there for me! - Please don't hurt him. Franklin!
Don't hurt him, please!
Move it. Get in there!
Motherfucker!
Get the fuck off of me.
Hey! Wake the fuck up.
Let's go.
Just kept setting on that nigga, homey.
Every time, homey. Nigga owe me magazines too.
They let this nigga out the infirmary already.
He coming over.
You asked me why I'm in here, right?
I killed my best homey.
And my people on the outside,
they know your family stay off of West and 48th.
Your grandma,
mama,
little baby sister.
About this high, right?
Any y'all little niggas step to me again,
and I'll kill all your fuckin' families.
You know I mean business.
Don't forget about Winnie.
- Hey. - This is a collect call from
Pitchard Detention Center. Will you accept charges?
All right.
Hey. Put Louie on.
You must be Reed.
- And you're Louie. - Thanks for coming.
Franklin said you don't like the phone.
You want to tell me what this is about?
Since the arrest, we ain't had no problems.
DEA don't seem to care one bit about our business.
And Franklin, he want us to keep going without him.
But he said you might need some convincing.
Yeah.
As usual, Franklin's right.
Look.
I know that boy is special.
I've known it his whole life.
But he sent me here,
so maybe he think I'm something special too.
What are we talking about here?
About you running things while he's in jail?
I will if I have to.
But I think the best option for everybody involved
is to get Franklin out of there.
Now, he said you a man with connects,
influence; might be able to help.
With a murder charge.
Well, what about approaching the judge, getting him out on bail?
He also mentioned this DEA agent who saw the shooting.
Now, our lawyer seem to think that she the only witness they got.
So...
if she went away, that put the hurt on they case.
- Went away? - Them Franklin words, not mine.
I'm sorry. I can't help you with this.
And...
As far as continuing things without Franklin,
you're just gonna have to give me more time to think about it.
Look.
This is new territory for me.
And personally, I think Franklin is crazy for this ask.
But he seem to think that y'all two got some sort of bond
or vision for the future.
But for me, this about getting my nephew,
who I love more than anything in this world, out of that prison.
So if there is anything that you can do...
do it.
You know, I love the views
in this city, man.
Where I come from, the land is so flat, there's no...
There's no changes to it. There's no levels to it.
We only deal in cocaine.
No heroin. No marijuana.
Pure product that only rich people can afford.
Agreed.
And we keep a close eye on all the players.
I'm not letting LA turn into Miami.
Of course.
And you promise me when it's done, I take down all the dealers.
Every one.
I must be fuckin' insane.
You ready to get started?
So...
there are coincidences,
and then there's fate.
And then there's what I'm about to tell you.
And it's gonna sound real strange,
but just know that I wouldn't be asking it if it wasn't vital.
Okay.
A couple weeks ago, you witnessed a murder
in Acuña Park. It's a young black kid.
He allegedly shot a friend of his to prevent a gang war.
There's nothing alleged about it. I saw the whole thing.
I sat with the kid while he bled out.
How do you know about that?
All that matters right now
is that you go to the detective who's working the case
and you recant your statement.
Tell him you're mistaken on what you saw.
You're serious?
To take back a statement? I could face charges. Perjury.
No, no, no. As of right now, you're still a federal officer.
They're not gonna like it, but they'll let it go.
This kid, who is he to you?
He's just important to me... for now.
- Franklin. - Mr. Young.
You got something for me?
You're going home.
Haven't been getting much sleep since I got out.
No shock, I know.
What's strange is, it ain't the beatings I see in my dreams.
It's not Ray-Ray,
not the dude who hung himself,
not the bars,
not the guards.
It's Reed Thompson.
Welcome back.
Thanks to you.
I got lucky.
Was that it? Luck?
Two nights ago, I went to Avi's hotel room...
Gave him $80,000 cash;
told him it was reparations.
I wouldn't say he was happy to see me, but the motherfucker
always had a soft spot for me.
So when I went back hat in hand, he agreed to hear me out.
Told him about Reed,
how he got me off a murder charge.
A man like that is someone to fear.
Remember our conversation in the bank?
Your speech about control?
You were wrong, Reed.
My mistake was giving Kevin too much room.
'Cause we were boys.
But now I know. There's only one way to do things.
Anybody fuck with the program,
break a rule, they out.
Don't matter who.
Sounds like you're ready to get this started back up.
Suppose I gotta be, right?
I mean, you ain't get me out 'cause you enjoy our conversations.
Yeah. I guess that's right.
I'm ready when you are, Reed.
You see, for years,
the U.S. been fighting a covert war in Nicaragua,
trying to stop the Communists.
Avi's been smuggling foreign-made arms
from the Middle East to Panama on Reed's behalf.
We talking tens of millions of dollars' worth...
Enough to fight an entire fuckin' war.
I don't think our Mr. Reed Thompson's
just some drug dealer.
I think he works for the government.
And now...
Well, I think we work for him.