Police have now released the names and the pictures of the two suspects
wanted in connection with the Gardena shooting
that claimed six lives, including that of little five-year-old Tianna Brown.
That's Leon Simmons there, and Thaddeus Barber, aka Fatback.
I don't give a fuck what y'all got to do. I want that motherfucker Leon dead.
- I need to plan ahead. - I catch a glimpse of anything
that looks like a finish line, I promise you'll be the first one to know.
What if I double my footprint?
- We expanding past L.A. - Girl I grew up with,
they in Little Rock. We can start there.
What's in that needle gonna help push that shit out your body.
Stay with me, Lee.
We are drowning your brother in coke.
- Matt, stop doing cocaine. - He won't let me.
- What happened to your brother? - I told you, he's... there's damage
- to the lining of his aorta. - So what now?
A few more days and you run off?
What is so important that you can't clean up your own goddamn mess?
McDonald.
Theodore, this is your father.
Sir? How did you get this number?
I'm calling to tell you your brother's dead.
- What? - Matthew's dead.
It was a heart attack. Not that you couldn't have guessed that.
Okay... I can be on a flight first thing in the morning.
That won't be necessary.
I mean, I'm gonna come to my brother's funeral.
The funeral was yesterday.
- Yesterday? So how long ago did... - Almost two weeks.
Two weeks... and you're just now telling me?
You should be grateful that I contacted you at all.
This is your fault.
It should have been you.
I don't expect we'll need to speak again.
...in our land found hatred and prejudice installed in social custom
and, yes, in law.
There's no story more heartening in our history
than the progress that we've made
toward the brotherhood of man that God intended for us.
You know, it's all good. I can just head home, grab my key.
Damn, give me a second, nigga.
Where'd you learn how to pick locks? 'Nam?
Nah. You wanted some shit open in 'Nam, you just blew it up.
This, I learned in Chicago.
- Like that. - Mm. Boom.
All right. After we do this deal... then you'll come back here,
take all these keys to the stash house.
- Yep. Yes, sir. - All right?
Easy.
- There he is. - Detective Stern.
How's it going, Franklin?
Looks like you still got a pretty good limp there.
- Yeah, don't get shot. - Yeah, good advice.
- I'll have to keep that in mind. - It's a little early for a drink.
Y'all want to come back a little later?
- I'd be happy to hook it up. - Great.
If you bring your friend Leon to join us.
- 'Fraid I don't know who you mean. - No? Short guy.
Afro. Kills kids.
- Sorry. - This could be really easy on you.
You just tell me where he is, I'll leave you alone, let you go about your day.
I'd help you out if I could, honestly,
but I don't know who you're talking about.
Oh, come...
Okay. Hand over those keys. Let me see what you got in the car.
Go ahead, give it to him.
Hmm.
You want to run us in for excessive bass?
I can take you in any time I want for any reason I want.
A little girl is dead. Somebody gonna have to pay for it.
I'll see you soon.
What's happening?
What's all that banging?
- Y'all doing some redecorating? - Man, he think that ever since
he hung your boy up on that cross
God done had it out for us or something.
I fucked up, man.
And he gonna keep punishing us and taking our people if I don't repent.
- He back up on that sherm already? - Nigga, I'm not high.
All right.
I'm telling you, man, we're being judged.
By forces that's not of this earth, man.
As you can see, this nigga ain't been no bit of help, so what's up?
- You got something for me? - I've been trying, Dij.
Ain't nobody seen Leon. No one know where he at.
Man, if you was half as interested in finding Leon
as you are in finding Franklin's fucking plug,
you know I'd have that nigga head by now.
Hey, look, that ain't got nothing to do with this.
Tianna my blood, too. We'll make sure them niggas pay.
But you just got to be patient.
Both of y'all some sorry-ass motherfuckers.
- How you holding up? - Losing my fucking mind.
What's going on out there? Heat dying down?
Nah. Got to give the cops something.
Get 'em off our backs, murder off the board.
- I could do the stretch. - Nah.
I need you out and free to operate, move rock in the projects.
So, what you saying?
- Nah, fuck that. - Ain't got a choice.
- I pulled the trigger. - He a soldier, Lee. He'll understand.
The people I done before this had it coming, but this, Saint?
- Accident. - That shit don't fucking matter.
- Of course it does. - No, the fuck it don't.
It does. Because the truth of the matter is
they never should have had that girl in the car. So it ain't on you.
This shit is on me.
Look...
We'll take care of his family, make sure he's set when he gets out.
I promise. But if you have any idea where Fatback's holed up at,
then I need to know.
Thought you said your girl was a shark?
No, what I said was she used to run shit.
Run shit into the goddamn ground.
- Jerome. - What?
How we gonna set up a pipeline out here?
Come on. You'll see.
- Overdressed like a motherfucker. - Egypt!
- Oh, it's so good to see you, honey. - It's good to see you.
Ey, you must be Jerome. So nice to meet you after all these years.
- This my husband Johnny. - Welcome. Glad to know y'all.
And this my baby. Alisha, come here
- and meet your Auntie Louie. - Oh.
We known each other since we was your age.
- Really? - She a little shy.
Oh, she's a cutie-pie. Hi!
And you didn't tell me you was having another one.
What you mean? I ain't pregnant.
Oh, bitch!
- Should've seen your face! - Los Angeles in the house.
Y'all the ones come out here to make us rich?
This Sharles. He don't have much of what you might call a filter.
I ain't got much of anything, but...
- still fly. - Sharles,
carry them children on down to Mae's for a little bit now.
- I ain't no damn babysitter. - Nigga, you sleeping on our couch.
You're whatever the hell I need you to be. Now go on. Motherfucker.
Damn. Whatever y'all packing, I need a taste when I get back.
- Come on, children. Damn. - Girl, come on.
- You look so good. - Thank you, girl.
Oh, my God, them rings. Oh, my God.
Man... it's so good to see y'all, man, and get some decent goddamn food.
Leon says this is, your cousin's place?
Mm-hmm. On my mama's side.
I ain't heard much from the outside world. What...
Things cooling down or what's going on?
- That's why we're here, actually. - Okay.
Yeah, so-so we good? Get to go home?
Afraid not. 'Cause we need you to take the rap on this one, Fatback.
We got the best lawyer there is.
You gonna surrender, admit you was there,
but it was Eager Kid who pulled the trigger.
Let 'em make an example of you.
Give them a reason to call off the dogs.
You'll get accessory, weapons, fleeing the scene, shit like that.
Turning yourself in, Prentice thinks we could avoid a murder charge.
If he wrong? They'll give my Black ass 50 years.
And motherfuckers that kill kids
don't exactly have an easy time in the pen, Saint.
Sh... Shit.
I mean, if it come to that, I got people
on the inside that'll keep you protected.
Also, we gonna take care of your family.
Five grand each month you away.
And a quarter million waiting on you when you get out.
It's just the way it's got to be.
But you got this. It's gonna be a'ight.
You a real one, Fatback.
We won't ever forget it.
Appreciate you.
Damn, that James Bond shit come in handy if you
- get pulled over. - Shit, we did.
- Four motherfucking times. - Damn, that pure?
- As mama's titty milk. - Depending on the mama.
- Come on, let me rock this up. - Okay.
- Shit. - Man, you want a beer?
Do they call O.J. "The Juice"?
- Let's go, nigga. - Come on now.
- Holy shit. - Mm-hmm.
- Why cook it? We could just sell that. - Mm-mmm. Rock is cheaper,
more addictive and the margins are better.
- The margins? - Hey, come on.
I ain't gonna show you this again.
I'm so proud of you, for real. Bossed up.
- I'm proud of you, too. - Yeah, which part?
The job at Walmart or the Piggly Wiggly?
Stop.
You got a house, a good man, a beautiful family.
Johnny on the road half the time.
When he is here, he aggravated as a motherfucker and I get it.
How you supposed to feel like a man, you can't provide
- for your own family? - Can't be easy.
Not like millions of dollars, no kids and your own nightclub.
We always talked about it,
- but you did it. - Mm-hmm.
And soon... so will you.
What else we got to know?
What about moving it?
Yeah, just like weed.
Got to be careful who you trust.
Put a little distance between you and the street.
You know, I seen on the news, all that violence out there in L.A.
- Y'all boys feeling that? - You know how it is.
Making that beaucoup paper, motherfuckers gonna test you.
- So how you handle it? - I'll show ya.
- That's it? - I know it don't look like much,
but you do what we tell you to do, keep yourself in control,
- this shit'll change your life. - What?
- Jerome! - Yeah, this motherfucker kickin', boy.
- Goddamn. - Jerome, what the fuck?
It's all right. He just getting the hang of it.
- Shit, I got next! - Nah. Now, baby, go on. Baby, go on.
Hell yeah. This motherfucker.
Stay strong.
- We gonna see you when you get out. - All right.
Damn. Fucking my shocks up.
Need a pay phone. Let's roll.
Let's see what we talking about.
Ey. You can never smoke that. None of y'all.
Cocaine is okay.
Rock is not.
How I'm supposed to sell it if I don't know what it is?
- Tell them it's better than sex. - Sex with me?
- Or sex with you? - Now hold on, hold on, hold on.
- What you mean, we can't smoke it? - How this thing hook you
is unlike anything I ever seen, including heroin.
You can't fuck with it.
Man, y'all ain't no fun.
This ain't about no fun.
This is business.
What is it exactly you bringing in here, talking 'bout can't smoke it,
needing Uzis, worse than heroin and shit.
Ey, my girl wouldn't bring in nothing we couldn't handle.
You sure about that?
You said it yourself, she was the wild one, got you in the most trouble
- you ever been in. - When we was kids.
Yeah, well, it don't seem like much changed to me, baby.
Now, shoot me straight.
I get involved with this rock, what's coming to me?
Long as you smart, do shit the way we tell you, you'll be fine.
We got to do something, baby. Can't keep going on like this.
At least pay off some of our debt, get you your own rig.
We work too hard to be drowning like we are.
No, no, Hey.
Go ahead with that.
Go on now. Go on.
Come on over here, hot chocolate.
Ah, sit with me, girl.
Nice and warm.
Evening, sir.
You know what though. I mean, that-that's gonna happen every time.
I know...
First he came in asking for Louie, then for you.
- It's okay. You did the right thing. - He's fuckin' tripping, Franklin.
Hey, Reed. What's going on?
Aw, you know, just... sitting around.
I was wondering how you're getting along.
Well, I see you got yourself a drink.
Why don't you come on up to my office.
You know, word on the street is, you still got these cops all over your ass.
And you're missing drops.
- The fuck's the story with that? - Yeah, look, it's all under control.
Oh. Just 'cause the last time we talked,
you told me you're about ready to hand over
this-this little idiot fucking friend of yours.
Yeah, yeah, I decided I had a better way.
Don't worry, everybody, 'cause Franklin Saint's got a better way.
- I thought you were smarter than this. - At what?
At letting your little feelings get in the way of what needs to be done.
Leon is a brother to me, okay? Can't just fucking serve him up.
You don't think we've all sacrificed?
You don't think we've all lost people we care about?
Look... look, I hear you, all right? I do. And I'm taking care of this.
So how about you just head on home, sleep this off?
How about you stop fucking up, I'll stop showing up.
You know, Franklin...
everybody is replaceable.
And I mean everybody is replaceable.
So don't forget that.
I still don't know why we couldn't stay
- at no goddamn hotel. - Southern hospitality, Jerome.
By hospitality, you mean...
freezing my ass off and dealing with this bed?
- Try making the best of it. - Oh, I'm gonna make the best
of being stuck out in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, freezing my ass off.
- Could you keep your voice down? - How you look these people in the face
- and you just lie to 'em? - Excuse me?
You about to drop napalm on these people,
- and you ain't even gonna warn 'em. - You don't know that.
- I don't know? - No. 'Cause this ain't L.A.
It ain't no damn gangs in little-ass Little Rock.
And it wasn't no Uzis, either, till you showed up.
You tell yourself whatever the fuck you want.
You're about to get these people killed or make 'em into killers.
- I promise you that. - Not everybody who gets in this game
- ends up dropping bodies, Jerome. - We got in this game to get rich, right?
Right?
Louie...
We there. You got cars, you got clothes, you got jewelry.
You even got that club you wanted. The fuck else you need?!
- It's not just about what I need. - Then what is it about, then, Cleopatra?
- What are you doing? - I'm leaving.
- You going back to L.A.? - I'm going to a hotel.
Be back tomorrow.
Till the party. Then we out.
The suspect has now been charged with three counts:
accessory to murder, assault with a deadly weapon,
and fleeing the scene of a crime.
Bail has been set at a million dollars...
I'll get the money to Prentice. Have him out by tonight.
We'll continue to follow the story... we'll have more
for you coming up at the top of the hour.
Grim news was announced today in the AIDS epidemic.
As Los Angeles now has over 2,000 known cases of the incurable disease.
- Hey, who this? - Lee, that you?
Wanda?
Listen, I'm out of the hospital now, and I'm clean.
But I ain't... I ain't got nowhere to go, no one to help me.
- I'm in a bad place. - I got my own problems right now.
Lee, please! You're the only person I got left.
I'm gonna slip if I can't get no help.
I know it.
If you're real desperate, I know a place where you can go.
- The fuck is you cooking, babe? - Some hair stuff.
Oh, my God.
Yeah. Look, I'm-a need some money, and lots of it.
And I ain't trying to argue about it.
Fatback.
- Hey. - Hey.
Franklin and Leon sent me to come pick you up, show you a good time.
Shit, all right.
- You ready? - Yeah.
Let's go.
Hey, what's up? Where we going?
I was told to make sure you had a good time.
- Here? - Yeah.
My homegirl gonna meet us here.
- You ever had a threesome before, baby? - Oh, my God.
My niggas done did me right.
Hey, what? What the fuck?
You jelly roll motherfucker!
Damn, girl. That shit stink.
- Mm, lasted longer this time? - Oh, yeah, you did. Mm.
Nothing against your auntie, but... I hope she's gone a few more days.
- Oh, yeah. - Yeah.
Mm.
How's your brother doing?
What made you think of him?
I just know he was transferred from CYA to Chino, right?
- Wondered how he's getting along. - Not so good.
I mean, he's terrified. He's just a boy.
Shouldn't be in that place.
It hurts my heart just to think about it.
Hmm.
Well, you know...
-...if he needs anything, -Mm-hmm?
you know, money or... whatever, you know you can always ask.
Appreciate the offer, but I don't want that from you.
Mm.
My job here is plenty.
- I can handle the rest. - Mm.
I got a question for you,
- if we're asking questions now. - Mm-hmm.
That man who was here the other night, what's his story?
- Just a man I do business with. - Mm.
- Had a little too much to drink. - Mm-hmm.
One second.
I'll be a second.
Hey, what's up? It's me. We good?
No, actually. Franklin, did you post his bail?
Did I... No. No. No, no, no.
I gave you the fuckin' money. What you talking about?
Well, I just went down to do it, to post it,
and they said your man was already out.
- What? - Are you sure one of your crew,
- somebody else didn't pay the bail? - Well, of course I'm fucking sure.
Well, if you didn't, and I didn't, who did?
I said, what the fuck y'all doin'?! Fuckin' trick!
- I'll kill your ass! - Where's Leon?
Alaska, bitch. So dress warm.
Hey, hey, hey, no, no, hey, look.
I-I don't know where the fuck he at, all right?
Hey, hey, somebody help me!
I've been kidnapped by these two crazy hos!
Nigga, shut up! Can't nobody hear your dumb ass.
- This is your last fuckin' chance. - Bitch, fuck you.
- Ah, shit! - Where the fuck is he?!
Ah, ah, you bitch. Ah, fuck! I'm gonna get loose, bitch.
I'm gonna get loose and I'm gonna kill your ass, I swear. I swear to God.
Fuck. Look, look, look, look, look, look, I swear to God
I don't know where the nigga at. Just listen to me.
I'm sorry about what happened to your daughter,
I am, but I ain't do that shit to that girl. I'm not the one you want.
- What... Oh, fuck! - Where's Leon?!
- Where's Leon? - Ah, ah, fuck, I told you...
Think I'm playing with you? Where the fuck is he?
- Shit. - Where is he? Where's Leon?
Fuck. I told you. I told you I don't know.
Look... look, I don't know where the fuck he at.
I swear to God, I don't know shit. I don't know where the nigga is.
Look, just stop, let a nigga out. I don't know, just get the fuck off me.
Say a prayer...
- motherfucker! - Aah! Shit.
Fuck...
Thank you, brother.
Hey. Thank you.
Ooh, baby...
Look, I ain't gonna tell you no lie, boy, I ain't seen nothing like this.
How soon can we get some more?
Whenever you want. You just say the word.
You sure y'all can't stay a little while longer?
Thanks, though. We got to go.
Whether it's a boy or a girl, I'm-a name 'em Louie.
Goodbye, honey.
Bye, Egypt.
- Reed Thompson is CIA. - What you say?
Reed is government. Moving cocaine to fund that war in Nicaragua.
You always said he didn't strike you right. That's why.
That's how Franklin beat the murder rap.
Yeah.
Why we get the shit for so cheap.
- Mean Franklin in his pocket. - Means we all in his pocket.
- How long you known? - While.
A year, maybe?
It's the way Franklin wanted it.
- Thought we was protecting you. - I don't need no fucking protection.
I'm the only one in the dark?
Leon.
Do you see what I'm saying?
We can't stop, baby.
Even if we wanted to.
I was worried you were dead, cabrón.
Unfortunately, no.
- Now who needs to clean up? - What do you want?
Tu primo de la CIA is here.
- Havemeyer? - Mm-hmm.
Oh, fuck.
- 'Well, tell him I'm sick. - He doesn't fucking care.
Órale.
Jesus, man.
Think I caught a bug or something.
Maybe just... don't get too close.
Oh...
So, what... what do you want?
Just wanted you to know how... sorry I was to hear about Matt.
I've got two brothers. I...
I can't imagine losing one of them.
Great. Is that it?
Assuming you haven't seen the latest out of Nicaragua?
Contra forces in the south have been pushed back. They're losing ground.
Any word on that missing shipment of weapons?
Mm-mmm.
Hey, for what it's worth, our initial workup into Avi Drexler's financials
didn't reveal any large personal deposits.
We need to keep supplies moving.
Additional ground support to fend off the enemy advances.
So, you get me the operational details,
- I can jump in and backstop... - I'll take care of it.
There's nothing wrong with accepting a little help.
I said I got it.
Is there anything else?
You know where I am you change your mind.
I think I have to go down there. Panama. Maybe Nicaragua, too.
You take care of things here while I'm gone?
Your brother died?
- Was it quick? - I don't think so.
Man, fuck! Fuck!
We looked him in his face and told him
everything was gonna be all right! You fucking full of shit!
Stupid-ass motherfucker! Fuck all this...
fucking bullshit!
- This shit is your fucking fault! - Hey, hey. Leon, hey. Leon.
- Get the fuck off me, bitch-ass nigga! - Hey!
Wanda? Hey, girl. It's me, Marcus.
I ain't seen you in a minute, girl. You look pretty good.
You got something you can help me out with?
No.
I'm off that shit.
Yeah, right.
- Hey. - Hi.
- I need help. - Hey. Can I help you?
- A friend sent me. - Mm-hmm. Okay.
Well, you'll be all right. It's safe here.
- What's your name? - Wanda Bell.
Okay, Ms. Bell. Why don't you come on around here and take a seat.
Ms. Tammy will get you signed in. And, you come to the right place.
Hmm? Yeah.
You have any questions, just ask.
Thought I made myself perfectly clear last time you was here.
- Leave now or I will call the police. - Okay.
And when they get here, should I tell them the shelter's being funded
by your son's drug money, or would you like to?
Ms. Tammy, excuse me. One second, please.
That's a slanderous accusation.
Legally actionable, if you ain't got proof.
I've got proof of everything, Alton.
Your son, your wife, hell, what your entire family's into.
But here's the thing.
I've also got proof about who's really behind it.
CIA.
I don't want to hurt you or your family.
I want the ones bringing the stuff in.
- You need to leave. - Come on.
Isn't this what the Panthers fought for? What Fred Hampton died for?
Exposing and taking down the corrupt U.S. government?
If you know so much, then why are you here bothering me?
I need it on the record from someone who's in it.
Tell me what you know. Help me make this story,
and I'll spare your family.
Refuse?
I focus on your wife and son and this place, and you all burn.
I'll be back tomorrow.
Hope by then you've made the right choice.