Couple gangs at war. Shit's getting uglier by the day.
There's things I can help you with and things I can't.
Pick a side... Manboy or Skully. We get one to set the other one up,
ambush 'em, disappear the bodies. End this as quick as possible.
- I need you with me, Lee. - I got these projects to manage.
I can't leave all that just to drive you around. I'm good.
We're very sorry to hear about Chief Cala. We had an arrangement with him.
No. You might have had a deal, but it was not a fair one.
- Cala thought it was pretty fair. - He didn't fully understand
the scope of the opportunity ahead for Tijuana and its people.
Melody Wright, that girl you were looking for?
There are some questions that still need to be answered.
- Why do you care about all this? - Tell me what really happened.
- How you doing, T? - I never thought it'd be you
- in this game. - I didn't like the alternative...
- their rules. - I'm-a kill everyone
- of them Compton motherfuckers. - Let's roll, y'all.
It's time to show these motherfuckers what time it is.
Let's roll.
Until they're all the way in the warehouse, don't fucking move.
Yo, put that shit out. You want 'em to see the smoke?
- Shut up, man. - You need to calm the fuck down.
Nigga, I'm good!
- He late. - He'll be here.
Any minute now. You ready?
Just got to wait. It's on.
Hey, what'd I tell you? Put that shit out.
- The fuck you find bullets for that? - Fucking ammo store off Hindry.
Motherfucker charged me double for some old box brought back from 'Nam.
Fuck it. I ain't going in there holding my dick.
Ooh.
Doing that right now, dawg?
Got to be tuned in.
See the motherfucking signs.
You can see the signs without that shit.
There you go, right there.
The fuck?
- Stop the car. - What?
Stop the motherfucking car! The fuck is that?
Skull?
- Come on, get out. - Skull. Skull. Hey, Skull.
- You don't feel them fucking vibes? - Vibes? What vibes, man?
- Fucking vibes, man! - Vibes? Nigga, what vibes?
- Motherfucking roaches! - Hey, Skully,
- what the fuck is you doing, homie? - Show me some more
- motherfucking roaches! - Easy. Easy, man.
- They're too far away. - Where you at?
Let me see some more roaches, motherfucker!
- We good? - Show me some more roaches!
Don't fucking go yet!
- You all right? - You know how fucking lucky we are?
- Where's Jerome? What happened?! - How do you know we weren't followed?
What a fucking mess! It was fucking crazy!
- Wh-Where's Jerome? - I-I think he's coming up...
- You think?! Where the fuck is Jerome?! - My job was to protect Franklin.
I don't know what happened or what he saw,
but Skully got paranoid and fired a shot.
Come on!
As soon as he fired, shit went to hell. We got a few of them, though.
But we got the fuck out of there before it was over.
- I don't think he's... - Louie! Louie!
- Jerome! Okay! - We need help.
- Louie! - Jerome. Jerome!
- Okay, okay, okay... - I'm all right, baby,
- I'm all right. Peaches got hit. - How bad is it?
Don't worry about it. It's just a through-and-through.
- Shit! - Here, take that.
I got a medic buddy. He'll take care of it.
What the fuck happened?
One of Manboy's fuckheads lost it, blew our cover.
Don't fucking go yet!
B-But you got Skully, though, right?
I think Manboy got him. Aah!
Manboy got a clean shot.
- S-So, did Skully get hit? - No, I don't think he got hit.
Well, did no one see Skully get fucking hit?!
I'm telling you, you got to talk to Manboy!
- I already fucking paged him, okay? - If he made it.
Okay, until we know for sure, we got to assume
a few of his guys survived, right? Including Skully.
That's why we got to go back down there right now.
Hit them again, don't even give them a chance to regroup.
You want to march down to the Bottoms looking like that?
I want to take whoever we got and we go back down there now.
- That's how this shit... - We don't got enough soldiers.
- And this ain't 'Nam, Peaches! - We're not going back there.
All right? Not right now.
Okay, Rob. Rob, get Peaches patched up. And then you go home and wait.
All right? Jerome, Louie, come on.
Here. Take that. Come on, baby.
Shit. Hey, this one here.
- Maybe we should go in, too. - I ain't going in there.
- You all right? - Think so.
Shot one of them.
Watched him drop.
Got him in the head.
These people are dangerous.
They might know where we live.
- Oh, good God. - Look, think of it
as a-a chance to change it up.
- Check into a nice hotel. - Oh, Jesus, Franklin.
- Are you serious? Change it up? - Ah, think of it
however you want, I don't know. But you can't stay here.
- How long? - I don't know.
Weeks. Maybe more.
We didn't run the first time you came to us with this
and we ain't running now, not from nobody.
Y'all really trying to stay here
in harm's way for what, stubborn fucking pride?
You put us in jeopardy, and you have the nerve to be angry with us?
- I'm trying to help you. - They don't give a shit about us.
- Running isn't an option. Fix this. - I'm trying to.
But y'all not making this shit easy.
Oh, God.
Let me guess, they ain't leaving.
Let's get over to Opie's and figure it out from there.
Nah. I need to know about Skully.
Get me to a pay phone.
This is it.
- Nothing else? - I told you, man, business is good.
What?
Franklin. Fuck him.
Hey, why don't we just hit Franklin's plug? He not gonna stop you.
Nigga, I told you I don't want to do business
with those motherfuckers, all right? Stop bringing that bullshit up!
All right, man.
I mean, my cousin Southpaw got a connect with the Mexicans.
- For that stepped-on yellow shit? - Hey, he make the call,
the shit might not be stepped on. It's worth a try.
- Hey, T. - Come on.
So sorry to bring this to you.
You know, it's just I don't know who made it out...
if Skully alive.
I remember you was cool with them Inglewood folk back in the day.
Yeah. Thought maybe, I don't know, you could maybe ask around for me.
Asking around about Skully and them after this shit
ain't exactly a good look for me, Franklin.
I know. If there ain't a way to do it that keeps you clean, then don't.
Cutter's baby mama dances at the Lucky Lounge.
I might be able to holler at her without it looking suspect.
- I'd appreciate that. - Mm-hmm.
Oh. I'm so fucking tired.
The adrenaline gone, and you crashing.
- I should go. - Boy, you ain't going nowhere.
Just go ahead and rest.
Don't tell nobody I'm here.
- Oh, my God. Fuck. - Morning.
- You seen my pager? - It's been going off all morning.
Fuck.
Goddamn. I don't suppose you heard back from your people yet?
Not yet.
- Hey, you think, I can use your phone? - Phone?
- I owe you for this. - Oh, I know you do.
And I do plan to collect.
Heard about the shooting. What the fuck y'all do out there?
Tried to solve a problem. Look, you heard anything about Skully?
- Whether he survived? - Nigga,
how the fuck am I supposed to know? You was there.
Look, either way... y'all watch your backs.
All right?
Told that nigga not to get mixed up in this shit.
Okay, everyone! Gather round! Come on! Come on!
And the birthday boy? Cedro. You got to get a front seat, no?
You're the birthday boy. Front seat. Right here.
You hear that?
What was that? Listen.
El Oso is coming for you, Cedro!
El Oso!
El Oso! El Oso! El Oso! El Oso!
Show me what you got.
He's not gonna go to war with us. He needs us more than we need him.
Great fucking plan.
It was until your man here lost his shit.
Who the fuck you talkin' to?
- You. - Hey. The plan went to fuckin' hell.
I got that crazy motherfucker. More than what any of you niggas did.
- Skully's dead? You sure? - Hell yeah.
Shot him myself.
You solid, Saint?
- Fireworks got you shaky? - If he's dead...
everything's fine.
We good, then.
No need for us. Let's go.
"Everything's fine"! I love it.
There was a shooting in San Pedro. Six dead.
Gang-related.
This is what our son was doing last night.
Heard about it at the shelter.
A war on, Inglewood and Compton, in our neighborhood, all about rock.
I thought you had the idea about Paul Davis.
Just can't seem to get to him.
That's 'cause it's not profiting him.
That's double what Cala got.
You think I don't know how many kilos you had in that truck?
Or... the going rate of cocaine in the States?
Well, you asked us for a number, so there's your number.
You got something more specific in mind, why don't you just tell us?
Mm... I'm thinking...
$100,000 a week sounds fair to me.
100,000. That's highway robbery.
All we're asking is that you look the other direction.
It costs a lot for me to turn my head.
I am trying to meet you halfway here, you understand that?
- I cannot do $100,000. - You?
What happened to you? Your legs.
- A bullet clipped my spinal cord. - So you were shot?
By who?
- Why does it matter? - I'm just curious
if it was an accident or... maybe it was a... an enemy of yours.
It wasn't random, no.
So these people you anger came after you, and now you live...
like this? Stuck in a chair,
unable to feel anything...
...down there? You ever wonder what would have happened
if you just made peace with your enemies?
I might be able to get $50,000 approved by the men I answer to,
but you're gonna have to give me a few days to get the green light.
Sure.
You can take a few days.
Girl, when you reopen, you got to ban baseball hats and colors.
Yeah, and pat everybody down, too. What's the word, Tanosse?
Cutter's baby mama ain't had nothing to do with him since he got locked up.
But her brother Fisheye know somebody from Skully's crew.
And he told me Skully was shot, but he ain't dead. Just real, real mad.
- Thank you. - Of course.
You doing that shit right now?
I don't need no motherfucking doctor, I'm-a do this shit myself.
Go get me a knife. Ah, shit.
Oh, sh... Oh, fuck.
Goddamn! Fuck! Ah, shit!
Give me the fucking whiskey! Give me the whiskey.
Hey...
- Ah, shit! - You good?
No! Do I look fucking good, nigga?
Find Franklin Saint! I don't give a fuck what it take.
Let's go! Let's go!
I'm-a crucify... No, I ain't gonna crucify.
That's too good for that motherfucker.
I'm-a stone his bitch ass.
I'm-a stone him till he a piece of shit on the concrete.
No more cocaine for anybody connected to Skully.
We'll starve him out, let Manboy go after him.
How we doing for security?
Coming down from Oakland, be ready in a day.
Peaches healing, and he's saying again we need to...
To keep hitting Skully, I know, but we not ready yet.
Let your people get down here and we'll talk about going on the offense.
- Fuck. - Who is it?
- Nix. - Been hitting me, too.
He want his weekly payment. I think we got bigger shit
- to worry about right now. - Call him.
Tell him we'll meet.
Well, look who's back.
- Jerome been taking care of you? - Indeed he has.
That's good to hear. Got something else for you, if you're interested.
Depends on what you're talking about.
- You hear about the San Pedro shoots? - Mm-hmm.
I can get you all the players, help you clean them out.
Cash, rock. Also, get you the gun that did most of the killing.
It would be a high-profile bust. Front page, big press, 6:00 news type shit.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. What's in it for you? - They're bad for business.
- I'd like them off the board. - And where are they?
- Inglewood. - Mm. Not my area, not my division.
- It's no good to me. - I was thinking maybe you
and your Inglewood PD friends could help me out.
I'll of course throw in a bonus. Ten grand each.
20, and I'll look into it.
All right. But I've got my own pressures, too.
48 hours, my offer's gone.
Here they go on that fast break.
You can see here on the replay, getting the ball.
No one better, even at this point...
It's not even noon.
I've been up for a while. What do you have?
Okay. This was a lot tougher than I thought.
The problem was, the father...
...the father has a different name from the family.
He's Alton Williams, but his wife and son
must have changed back to her maiden name, Saint.
- Wow. Kid takes his mom's last name? - Looks that way.
How's the relationship with the dad now?
I don't know.
Every time you say you don't know, take a drink.
How-how am I supposed to know that? Stake out the house?
Okay.
- What is this, whiskey? - Drink.
I already know about the uncle with the stereo store,
the mom with the real estate company. What, what's the dad do?
He runs a-a shelter. Mostly for recovering addicts, homeless.
His son's a drug dealer and he runs a shelter?
- What's up with that? - I don't...
- Mm. - Fuck.
What about, court records, city filings,
arrest or criminal records for all of them?
I found what I could, including a lawsuit against the LAPD.
But very little on Franklin Saint himself.
I tried to do a financial 360, but not much there except for the mother.
She was broke, house in foreclosure,
but then she starts running this company worth a couple million, at least.
- Trace the money? - I tried,
but there were all these other corporations listed.
- U.S.? - Some weren't.
They're using offshore companies? What 21-year-old kid does that?
Did you track down directors or shareholders in these companies?
Ooh. Yeah.
I'm not gonna be able to drive, Irene.
Keep digging into the kid, especially the offshore accounts.
- I'll look into the father. - Did Joanna okay all this?
- Yeah. Of course. - Winding down, four minutes to play
here in the third...
Call's in. We'll go over Fuentes' head.
We need to do something before the next run.
Sure, we'll make one payment, hold him off,
and my contacts should get back to us in the next 24 hours.
What?
So I was just thinking,
maybe we don't need the cocaine business at all.
- What? - We just dress you up...
...hire you out for-for birthday parties and bar mitzvahs and...
I'll be your manager. My rate is 15%.
The fuck kind of place is this to do business?
Where you want to do it? Disneyland?
- The eses are here? - Yeah. That's what he said.
What the fuck?
Man, this some horror movie shit, man.
Look, man, I'm telling you, that's what they said, a'ight?
Look, man. Shit, I even wrote it down.
Here, man. Right there, nigga.
Don't have to throw it at me. Shit.
I don't even see nobody.
Look like there's one way in and out.
Hey, homie, I think your cousin fucking with you.
- No, man, nigga trying to get paid. - He is getting paid. To jack us, nigga.
See? There them niggas go right there.
Go and talk to them. Bring them here.
- Me? Just me? - Hell yeah, motherfucker.
- You set this shit up. Go handle it. - All right.
I ain't no pussy.
Go on on! 'Cause you ain't no pussy. Right?
This some bullshit, bruh.
Oh, hell no. I don't know about this.
This don't look right. This is a fucking setup, nigga!
Come on. Get your silly ass in the car, nigga.
- Oh, shit. - Come on, fatass!
Go. Go!
- Go, go, go. Go, go. Go, go, go! - Fuck, man.
- Damn. - You trying to get us fucking killed?
You stupid motherfucker. I knew we shouldn't have listened to you.
The fuck we gonna do now?
We got to keep cuttin' the shit we got, nigga.
Then you cut it some more, nigga! The fuck?
With your dumb ass.
- See what we're saying, Nix? - Yeah, but they got rock, cash,
and the shooters from the San Pedro thing.
Asshole. Pay attention.
They got people not just in the front,
but up and down the block and on the roof. You see that pickup truck?
Those two guys inside? Stoppers.
To ram anything that comes even close.
I don't even want to guess how much firepower they got.
- Let's get the fuck out of here. - Yeah.
Don't bother us again with this bullshit.
Let these animals kill themselves off.
All right. Up that way is the sleeping area,
and I'll lay out the rules about hours and all that a little later.
All right? And... we won't be expecting the mother?
- Hmm. Not just yet. - Well, that's... that's no problem.
- We have a lot of that these days. - But she's-she's gonna come back.
Well, you don't have to tell me, John.
For now, you, Dwayne and the baby are welcome here as long as you need.
'Cause we're gonna figure this out. Right, young man?
Oh, we also have three meals, community style.
Kitchen's open all day. Yeah. How about a snack?
- Like a little snack? - We, we'd like that.
All right, well... Be right back.
Looks like you're doing some good work here.
- Yes. Can I help you? - Irene Abe, the Herald Examiner.
I'm writing a piece on the neighborhood, and, I heard about Edgewood.
- You're Alton Williams? - How'd you know that?
One of the other residents here I talked to mentioned it.
Ah. Look, now's not a good time.
- I can see that. - Mm-hmm.
I was at, Berkeley in '68. So you must've known Fred Hampton.
Yeah, I knew him well before he went to Chicago.
- Did-did we meet back then? - No, I would've remembered you.
- Oh. Listen, I really need to... - Yeah.
Listen, my, my home number's on back.
- Hmm. - I grew up off Crenshaw and 54th.
I've been seeing the changes, like you. I want to help.
- Thanks. - Mm-hmm.
Yeah. I'll be in touch.
- Excuse me. - Jesus Christ.
- Officer. Can I help you? - You remember me?
Yeah.
- You run this place? - I do.
Must be tough.
I got to wonder how somebody who ended up doing this all day
wound up with a murderous piece of shit for a son.
Now, I was gonna tell Franklin this directly,
but then I thought he might hear it a little better coming from you.
He had a great thing going, and then he went and fucked it up.
So... I'm gonna need my weekly payment doubled.
And you tell him that if he ever tries to set me up again,
he's not the only one getting hurt.
Now, you got something to say to my boy, you tell him yourself.
- Now go on, get out of my place. - You and your son got a lot in common.
You both seem to think that I won't fuck you up.
- Try it! - No. No, no, no. Hang on, hang on.
Isn't this interesting? Hello, Officer Nix.
Everything okay here? Am I writing a story on police provocation?
Just having a little conversation.
All right, everything's fine. Y'all finish doing what you got to do.
You want to tell me what that was about?
Well... I would if I knew.
He's worse than most of them. I've known him for years.
And I can tell you this: the more you and this place are known,
the harder it's gonna be for him to harass you.
How about a short, simple human interest piece?
- Did you really know Fred Hampton? - I did.
I also knew Lil' Bobby Hutton. Remember him?
- 18 years old, shot 12 times. - While surrendering.
You want to keep testing me, or can we talk a while?
What exactly did he say?
He said you fucked up.
Tried to set him up or something. And he wants double every week.
- Things are gonna get worse. - Fuck him.
No, no, I-I got to take care of Nix.
I think you got a better way to deal with this thing.
How?
The man I've been trying to get to, Paul Davis...
He outbid us on the Van Ness and Vermont Harbor properties.
He's got influence with city council, police commissioner.
And he's raising money for Mayor Bradley.
We just made a very big contribution.
Too big a contribution, in my opinion.
And make no mistake, he's as dirty as they come.
But clean enough to sit next to the Mayor.
I know you've been trying, but what you're doing isn't working.
It's time to try it a different way.
Hola?
Hernan?
Nuvia?
Ernesto!
Carlo!
Ernesto!
Cedro!
Cedro! Ernesto! Where are you?