He's bringing cocaine into the United States
to fight an illegal war, and we're supposed to protect him?
We have to get this reporter under control.
If we don't stop this, there is no tomorrow.
If your story is true...
A government agency waging an illegal war, dealing drugs...
Well, then you of all people should know that there's nothing
they won't do to kill that story.
Need to be begging for forgiveness, all the shit you done put us through.
I'm gonna step in front of the bullet, like I always have,
to keep y'all safe.
Now let me get us out of this,
like I got us out of every other motherfucking thing else!
When I tell you that I'm-a kill Leon and Franklin for what they did to your baby,
I mean that.
How's your brother doing?
Uh, what made you think of him?
I just know he was transferred from CYA to Chino, right?
Wonder how he's getting along.
You saw who it was, right?
It was that little girl's mama.
The minute I finish sitting with her, we're gonna get these motherfuckers.
They got Louie. And just so you know,
Jerome and his folks talking a lot of shit.
Gonna come at you tonight.
Let 'em come. They funeral.
Hey, T.
How long you been playing me?
Me and my girls was out at the Red Onion for my birthday.
Was having a good time, doing our thing, when Drew comes in.
- I didn't remember him at first, but... - But he remembered you.
That you and me had our thing back in the day.
Said y'all was cool now. Partners.
Few weeks later, he shows up at the shop.
Figured he was trying to get some, you know.
- Turns out he had an offer for me. - Pay you to find my plug.
A hundred grand.
He showed me the money. Life-changing shit.
And all you had to do was slither up to me...
play me for a fucking fool, like I never meant shit to you.
That was a long time ago.
But since you went there, I remember I was real important to you
until you got what you wanted,
and then you was off to the next best thing.
- I was a fucking kid, T. - And now you ain't.
And neither am I.
So I told Drew I'd do it.
I went to your auntie's for New Year's and I saw you.
And we talked.
And I remembered why I fell for you in the first place.
I went home, called Drew, told him I was out.
That's a cute story.
But I don't see how it gets us to where we are right now.
Why you think?
Because Drew wasn't having it. Turned that carrot to a stick.
Said he'd kill me and Julius.
When I refused...
he had a grip of Compton niggas
jump my baby brother, beat him half to death...
He almost died in the penitentiary, all alone...
- Fuck was I supposed to do? - You were supposed to come to me!
You were supposed to tell me the truth.
And if I had?
I'm supposed to believe you would've forgave me?
From what I hear, you ain't big on mercy these days.
Well, I guess we'll never know.
Sup?
Fuck, all right. Uh, keep him there.
All right?
Fuck. Uh, k-keys.
What's going on?
Stay with her.
I'll be back.
The fuck is you doing here?!
- I paged him. - Paged him?
Man up, nigga. Man up.
Man up, nephew, come on.
I want the motherfuckers who shot Louie as bad as you do.
Okay? I do, but we got to be smart.
God invented Uzis so niggas ain't got to be smart.
Manboy knows what happened. Knows you.
He gonna be waiting for you.
Go down there now, they gonna be ready.
They gonna kill you and everybody who's dumb enough to go with you.
We good.
You been wrong at every turn.
I'm done following.
We good.
Tanosse's been working with Manboy.
Playing me... all of us, for months.
How the fuck does that feel?
Ain't so fun when the rabbit got the gun, huh?
- But we got it now, Unc. - Yeah.
We can use Tanosse... Feed Manboy bad intel,
get the drop on his ass, set his ass up.
You'll get your revenge, but our way, not his.
I'm tired of you fucking plotting.
This ain't easy, but it ain't got to be complicated.
Yeah, well...
Come on, let's ride.
Ah. Can't let you do this.
You got two seconds to get out my way, man.
This what you want?
So be it. Come on.
Hey, y'all ain't got to do this shit.
No, you stay right where you at.
Yeah? Come on, boy.
Come on. Come on!
Come on. What's up?
You want some more?!
You stay the fuck down!
Yeah.
When your sister...
huh, and your wife...
ask me what I did to stop you...
I'm-a tell 'em I did everything I could.
Come on!
Hmm?!
Come on!
You a stubborn motherfucker.
I'm sorry about Louie.
But you should know, everything that went down
happened because of Khadijah, not Manboy.
- I already told 'em, T. - I swear,
I never gave him any information that would put y'all at risk...
Make the fucking phone call.
Five Crips in a Cutlass times two, you buster.
Man, you be cheatin'.
Nigga, my money long as Rosecrans.
The fuck I'm-a cheat your broke ass for?
Yeah, count 'em up and wash them dishes, nigga.
- Pencil-lookin' motherfucker. - All right.
Better have some good news for me.
Franklin's agreed to take you to the plug.
- Yeah, you already said that. - Yeah, I know...
I meant he's ready to actually take you.
In person.
You never did tell me how you finally managed to get this shit done.
You told me to, so I did.
Yeah, I've been telling you that for a while. What changed?
Well, if you really want to know the truth...
I do.
It was... Louie getting shot.
Franklin was over here talking about
how he could either go to war and people would just
keep dying or y'all could just work together.
I mean, come on, you know Franklin.
He gonna always do what's best for business.
How Jerome feel about that?
They got into it.
But eventually Jerome realized he ain't trying to go to war either.
- Where he want to meet at? - Under a bridge, by some arches.
- Said you'd know it. - I know the place.
Tell him me and mine'll be there.
- You okay? - Mm-hmm.
You sure about this?
On in five, four,
three, two...
Welcome to CO-INTELPRO,
where we give you the real about the deal.
This morning we have a very special guest.
I'm sure you all read her Herald
about the CIA's involvement in the South Central drug trade.
Let's give a big CO-INTELPRO welcome to Irene Abe.
"A-be." Irene Abe. Thanks for having me, Jamal.
Thank you for your courage, sister.
Finally, someone on the inside with some real credibility
is speaking the truth.
What you read was the first article in a three-part series.
The CIA shut down the second article and g...
got me fired.
See, that's when you know you're onto something.
Now you here, on air.
We can't drop the article for you,
but what is it that you want the people to know?
Especially folks who think these accusations
are on the fringe of some sort of...
We've got hard proof of the players involved here,
including the real name and the alias
of the CIA officer at the heart of this thing.
Okay.
How about you lay it on us?
Um... unlike our government, I'm not in this to get Americans killed.
The CIA knows this is true, that they're exposed.
If they don't formally acknowledge these accusations
and announce an internal investigation,
I will be back on this show
and airing his real name for the world to hear.
Mm. Sister Irene bringing the heat.
Heads need to roll.
What's happening in our community is a travesty.
And I won't rest until there is real accountability.
Shit.
The revolution may not be televised, but it's damn sure on the radio.
We'll be right back...
I know you in there.
I can smell the Pink Oil out here.
- What's up? - Wh-What you doing here?
Franklin probably waiting on you.
- Bitch, you set me up. - Fuck you. No, I didn't.
You a goddamn lie.
So you know what I'm-a do?
Bring your ass over here.
I'm-a kill you and then your bitch-ass boyfriend.
Fuck!
- Well... - Guess he didn't believe her.
No.
Turn the fuck around.
Fuck you think you going?
Over there.
Huh?
We all clear.
- How'd you know I was gonna be here? - You was always smart, Drew.
Just not as smart as you thought you were.
Y'all sorry, you know that?
Each one weaker than the last.
Jerome... his nephew's bitch.
Nephew pussy-whipped by some trick
that's taking orders from me.
Lil' Leon...
My sister carved your main homey up
like a fucking Christmas ham
and you ain't do shit.
You think you gonna make it out of this?
That these niggas...
they won't turn on you?
Finish him off. Let's roll out.
Yeah, finish me off, Franklin.
Look me in my eyes and take my life.
You a real...
Nigga always talked too much.
Call the police.
Report a robbery.
You stabbed him, then you shot him.
I'll make sure your brother's straight...
but you gonna wear this.
And as for them bodies outside...
You a good liar.
Sure you'll figure something out.
Saint killed Drew.
Stupid motherfucker.
I told him not to push on trying to get to that plug.
That nigga don't listen to nobody.
Man, what the fuck wrong with you?!
Where you going?
Well, I ain't about to fuck up my pedicure for no bill collector.
Hello?
Yo.
I'm upping the bounty.
- How much? - Double.
You gonna have to get that hate out your heart.
If it was me that got killed,
would you forgive?
You okay?
You should see the other guy.
You mean Jerome?
She know everything?
Including Khadijah and them is next.
You got a plan?
We was gon' use Tanosse, but she's out now.
Baby, you don't worry about none of this right now, okay, baby girl?
You just rest up.
You call Black Diamond and Dallas.
Fuck is in your IV, sherm?
You offer 'em more money, they'll take you to Khadijah.
That's a good idea.
They the reason why she in this motherfucker in the first place.
And that's exactly why it'll work.
Ain't gotta be they best friends. Right?
We'll use 'em to get to Khadijah,
convince 'em we for real,
then we do what we gotta do.
We'll get your money. Always have an exit plan.
Watch your back, 'cause they don't care about you.
I'm used to it, amigo.
How is she?
She holding on.
Where's Franklin?
Guess y'all planning on getting yourselves put in beds
next to hers, or worse.
You never did understand this, right?
Me? Why I did what I did.
Jerome, I understand more now than I ever did before.
Why you hustled.
You had to get money, but... more your respect.
Feel some kind of promise.
I fell into it, too.
Franklin didn't get into this hustle because he saw what you had.
He did it because he saw what I didn't.
And I... bought into his dream.
I thought we could all make it out okay.
You're my baby brother.
And I love you.
And...
Jerome, if I have done wrong in the past, I'm sorry.
I won't ever tell you what to do again.
I just hope you can make it out before it's too late.
Hmm.
What the fuck, D?
You better learn to knock before you get your head blown off.
- What? - Oh. It's a girl out here.
Say she got a business proposition for y'all.
- Who? - Wanda Bell.
Her name Wanda.
- Wanda, that you? - Hell yeah.
Let her in, Tish.
Damn. Y'all done came up.
Shit, I'm trying to be like y'all.
Wanda, don't nobody want to see that rusty ass on no pole.
I ain't talking about no stripping.
I'm here on some real business.
I know where Leon at.
Don't you still love that nigga?
A'ight. I ain't gonna lie.
I did. But I took a bullet for his ass,
and you know that no-good nigga didn't give a fuck.
In the hospital I realized I had two options.
I could either sit there and feel stupid,
or I could go get some motherfucking revenge.
See what page I'm on?
But revenge don't pay the rent, so when all this shit play out,
I'm-a need a piece of that bounty.
You know where he at right now?
Mushrooms are by far my favorite psychedelic.
All natural.
Don't need to light them, to snort them.
They're familiar. Intimate.
Goes down easier on a slice.
Hmm?
What do you expect from me? We've talked about this.
It's a miracle you lasted as long as you did.
I'll be around a little while longer.
After that, you'll...
be introduced to a new point of contact.
What does that mean...
You're gonna be in town for a little while longer?
You learn nothing, huh?
Trying to clean this up will only hurt you.
The job will never be finished.
There'll always be another war, another loose end to snip.
If you really want to stay involved...
there are other ways.
You're smart, you're connected, you know my business.
And it seems to me, as of now, you're unemployed.
Look.
You gave everything to your country. I know how it is.
You bought into the dream.
It's time to cash in on the reality.
Appreciate the offer, man.
I'll let you know.
This where Leon at?
Yep. This the spot.
He and that ho in that room right there.
Just got to wait on him to come out.
How you know what room they in?
'Cause I followed them.
How you follow them if you ain't got no car?
My homegirl drove me.
Sh...
Told you we should've never trusted Wanda's ass.
- Get your ass out... - No...
Take another step and I'm-a blow this bitch head off.
You ain't say nothing about no gun to my head.
All right.
Y'all ain't got to hurt Wanda. We just want to talk.
- Yeah, right. - You must be out your damn mind.
This ain't what it look like. Ain't no hard feelings.
We know it wasn't personal with Louie.
Y'all was just chasing money.
Right? Well, the good news is we got more money than God.
- So why not work with us? - We don't work for niggas.
Us.
Until you get what you want and Jerome fucking kills us, right?
You can't tell me he ain't still mad about Louie.
Oh, he's mad.
But he understands the game.
What we're offering y'all is a home.
Y'all got to be tired of being free agents.
Out here in the jungle. Only able to eat what you kill.
You fuck with us, you'll be on call.
But you ain't got to scramble for every meal.
I'm offering y'all full-time employment. Stability.
Hold up. How you gonna offer these bitches a job before me?
Wanda, you already working with us.
What the fuck you think you doing right now?
Hey! Y'all got one chance to come out the cold.
You turn this down, you gonna be on the other side,
and y'all asses ain't gonna want that.
Plenty more where that came from.
Fuck it. What you need us to do?
- Yeah. - Damn, babe, why you ain't get
- the name-brand Q-tips? - Yeah, all right.
These ain't about shit.
Black Diamond and Dallas, they got Leon.
What's up? You coming?
If you can't get with this,
then we ain't got shit else to discuss.
Khadijah.
Khadijah!
I don't suppose that's all about me, is it?
Motherfucker.
Can I sit?
Wow, you know, after that radio interview of yours,
my boss was...
not exactly thrilled.
That was the idea, asshole.
I want you to know that I'm sorry for what happened.
What I did. I just thought that it's what I had to.
I thought I was doing the right thing.
No. Stop. What... what is this?
What are you doing?
You want to scare me some more? Because it won't work.
They're cutting me out.
I'm done.
See, things got a little messy,
so they're gonna toss me off the ship
I built from scratch with my bare fucking hands.
And whatever it is you think of me,
I have sacrificed everything for this mission.
For their mission.
I feel no pity for you.
You get no absolution from me, if that's what you want.
I'm not looking for anything, I just wanted to give you something.
You have your tape recorder?
They think they can fuck me?
Think they can toss me aside?
Fuck them.
I want it all. From the beginning.
Think I'm gonna need a drink first.
- You want another one? - Whiskey. Neat.
- Uh, two Jamesons, please. Neat. - You got it.
There you go.
Okay.
I'm ready when you are.
My name is Teddy McDonald,
and I'm an officer with the Central Intelligence Agency.
In the summer of '83, I was approached by Alejandro Usteves.
He's a Nicaraguan national. He's also a CIA asset.
It's not personal.
Look, whatever the fuck they giving you, I'll triple it.
Triple ain't even gonna come close.
First my daughter.
Now me?
I just want to apologize.
If I could change shit, I would.
Yeah, but you can't.
And now I'm gonna haunt you for the rest of your fucking life.
Look, I'm trying to give you an out here.
- Just take it. - Nigga, fuck you.
Why I gotta be the bigger person? Huh?
Why the fuck I gotta turn the other cheek?
Fuck!
What's wrong? You didn't even have to do that.
Leon...
let's go.
Leon.
Come on. Let her go, man.
Come on. Come on.
Sorry.
- Don't touch me. - I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I'm just... just trying to make sure you're okay.
I'm fine. It's these fucking shoes.
- Why don't we just call you a cab? - I said I'm fine.
This... this doesn't make you a good person, you know?
It doesn't make up for what you've done.
I know.
I just don't really know what else to do at this point.
So if you need anything more, you know where to find me.
Good night.
How long before you leave?
I ain't going nowhere.
What about Top Notch and the passports?
No, that was for us, but if you're not with me,
then I ain't going.
Just came to check on you.
See if there was anything I could do.
I am so tired, Alton.
What are you doing?
- What happened to you? - What the fuck are you doing here?
- I came to check on your mother. - Nigga, that ain't your job no more.
The driver has been identified as local news reporter Irene Abe,
Herald Examiner.
Thank you, Julie. This story is developing,
so we'll follow it if we hear anything further.
The financial crisis for American farmers continues...
I'll be right back.
- How you doing? - Good.
Saw on the news what happened with Irene.
Yeah, no, don't drink and drive.
That all there was to it?
I didn't come here to talk about Irene.
What did you come here to talk about?
Ask you what we're gonna do about your father.
LAPD sources have confirmed
that Ms. Abe was indeed under the influence,
and it is being classified as a fatal drunk driving accident.
Mothers Against Drunk Driving spoke out strongly,
expressing sympathy for her family and pointing out...
Captioned by Media Access Group at WGBH