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(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

- Bet.

I got you.

All right, man, we
waiting on you.

We good.

Smile a little bit.

We 'bout to get this bag.

You said it's time for
an expansion, right?

Well, this the
connect we needed.

From Memphis, Arkansas,
Mississippi, Georgia,

the South 'bout to be high.

- I know they say hard
work pays off but,

I still can't believe

we're finally about to
catch this asshole.

- Yeah, let's hope so.

(police radio crackles)

Alright, listen up everybody.

The man that you are
about to encounter

is on the FBI's Most
Wanted list,

so proceed with extreme caution.

He's armed and dangerous,
and as always, good luck.

We'll be watching.

(vehicle rumbling)

(suspenseful music)

(car door slams)

(bag thuds)

- Don't worry, my dogs
won't bite unless I bark.

Welcome gentlemen.

My name is-

- Hey.

We agreed no names.

- Alright.

- That's what you said, right?

- My apologies.

Well, my associate here tells
me that y'all are the same

Indonesian connect Frank
Lucas had up in New York,

although I think he's
full of shit.

(suspenseful music)

None added, none taken.

Ooh!

And they say it doesn't
snow in Memphis.

May I?

(suspenseful music)

Ooh, wee! (laughs)

They gonna go crazy
over this shit!

You did good, you oughta
be proud of yourself.

Well gentlemen, we
about to be rich.

I mean, very rich,

but before you leave, how
do they say it in Indonesia?

(E speaking Indonesian)

- Jackson.

- I'm on it, I'm on it.

- How the fuck am I
supposed to know this, man?

Do I look like a damn language
expert to you or something?

Do I?

(both chuckling)

(suspenseful music)

I see white.

You see green.

We go our separate way.

- Well, all right.

I guess less is better.

- Shit.

Shit, get them outta there,
get them outta there right now!

- Fuck!

- But I at least would've
let him do his homework,

Agent Thomas.

- Green light, green light,
green light, let's go!

(gunshots blasting)

(sirens wailing)

(gunshots blasting)

- Freeze!

(all shouting)
(gunshots blasting)

- [Tiffany] Baby.

Baby.

Baby.
(Michael gasps)

Baby it's okay, it's just me.

- Hey baby.

- It's just me, it's okay.

Good morning.

- Good morning, baby.

- What you doing down here?

- I couldn't sleep last night.

- You have another bad dream?

- Yeah.

- About your mom and
your stepdad?

- Yeah, I don't wanna talk
about it, okay?

- All right.

How about you get up and
get yourself ready for work?

- All right, baby.

- All right, you'll
meet me in the kitchen?

- I got you, I'ma take a shower.

- Well, I need to
change my clothes

because your daughter decided

to spill orange juice
all over me this morning.

- Please don't be mad at
my baby, okay?

- Mm-hmm, I guess.

Okay, I'll see you in a minute?

- All right, baby.

- All right, see you.

- I'm up.

(water splashing)

Ooh, what's up, baby,
how you doing?

- I'm good.
- Yeah?

I smell something really
good over here.

What you got?

- It's a new recipe.

Check your girl out.

What you think?

- Ooh.

- Baby, stop playing.
- It's good, baby.

Keep that, keep that, keep that.

Mm-hmm. (chuckles)

- Hey Daddy.

- Hey baby, good morning.

How did you sleep?

- Good.
- You did? Good.

- Are you coming home
tonight so we can play?

Mommy brought me a
new dollhouse.

- Baby, Daddy has to work,

but I'm off for the next
couple of days,

so we can have a good time
all weekend, I promise, okay?

- All right.

- All right, gimme a hug,
I love you.

- I love you too.

* I gotta get away soon *

- What's up with this homie?

(Michael's hands clapping)

* That I can have a piece *

- Hey.
- Oh, what up Dad?

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- You ready for this
driving test?

- Yes sir, I'll take that
test right now.

- How's it been going
with your mom?

- Hmm.
- Been okay?

- Yeah, it's been
going straight.

- All right, all right.

You ready for the test?

- Yeah, I'll take the
test right now.

- He ready for the test?

- He may be ready one day,
but not today

'cause somebody can't keep
their eyes on the road

and off of Snapchat.

- She just be yapping, Dad.

- Man, come on.

- I know what I be seeing,

and if you can take your eyes
off your phone for one second

and look at the road,

you maybe can get your
driver's permit.

- I mean, I got to let the
people know I be in the streets.

- Michael, talk to him.

- Look son, I need you
to get your permit, okay?

- Okay.

- And as soon as you get it,

remember what I told
you I was gonna get you?

That drone.

- Yeah.

- Soon as you pass your permit.

- (chuckles) I don't know
why you lying to him.

- I'm not, I'ma get it for him

and I'ma get you a car.

- Yeah.
- Just like your Pops.

- Not like that.
- How about that?

- Not like that.
- Not like Mama's.

- And that's another lie,

'cause he gone get that
car right outside.

- Don't nobody want that.

- It's okay.

- It drives just fine.

- She's a hater, it's all right.

Okay listen, what's the
quote I always tell you?

- Be what you seem to be.

- That's right.

One day the world will
be yours, son, all right?

- All right.

Okay, Socrates, come on,
it's time to go.

- Love y'all, I'll see
y'all tonight.

- All right, Pops, love you.
- Bye, Daddy.

- You got a second?

- You think so?

The kids back there.

You better stop it.

Stop.

You just don't listen.

- Michael, what's wrong?

- I just don't like
telling her no.

- Baby, she will understand
when she gets older.

- I guess you're right.

You know what day it is?

- What?

- 25th year of not
having a partner.

- That's a long time, Grandpa.

- That's a long time.

- How you feeling?

- I feel good.

- Mm.

You know, I read a article

and it was talking about trust

and opening up to new people
and things, and you know what?

I don't think it's so bad.

- Okay, all right.
- I think you should try it.

- You might be right.

You might be right.

- Speaking of trying
something new.

- What?

You gotta stop, the kids
are back there.

I gotta go.

I gotta go, I gotta go, okay?

Listen.

(both laughing)

They gonna come in and
hear you, you crazy.

Come here, stop.

Okay?

I need you, ooh!

That's too low. What I tell you?

You gotta go higher,
you gotta hit the ribs.

- Like this?
- Yeah.

- Okay.
- Higher, okay?

- Right here?

- [Michael] Remember what
I taught you, exactly.

- Okay, I got it.

- All right, you
gonna let me go?

- I guess you can go.

- Please.

(Tiffany sighs)

Bye, kids!

* It's the place to be,
come go with me *

* Oh *

You know what I'm talking 'bout.

* Ol'
Memphis, the home of Graceland *

* But still the king's
land, raise your hand *

* If you understand *

* The home of rock and roll *

* But still got soul *

* Hello Memphis *

* Yeah *

* Hello Memphis *

* Hello Memphis *

* Hello Memphis *

* Hello Memphis *

* Hello, Ol' Memphis *

(bluesy country music)

- Knock knock.

What's going on, old man?

- Good morning, good morning.

- How you doing?
- Doing pretty good.

I was just sitting here

looking over this Dante
Holloway case.

- [Michael] Mm-hmm.

- I can't believe
that Judge Xavier

convicted him of all
three murders,

but what I don't understand is,

how could you do
something like that?

- Yeah, I was reading
over those files

and I couldn't believe it,
I mean, I was speechless.

Your wife and kids?

- I know.

- I ain't heard nothing
like that before.

- Me neither,

but tell me, how are
those robbery cases going?

- It's going.

We found this in one
of the scenes.

- Damn.

- These crews are very
good and strategic.

Two days ago, they hit
a few Foot Locker stores

and just yesterday, they
hit a Amazon and Nike truck.

- Do we have any idea
who's organizing this?

- Not at the moment,

but it looks like they're
using a three car crew.

They're robbing between the
hours of 7:00 PM and 4:00 AM.

Now we do have video footage,

but they're using stolen cars
so it doesn't help that much.

- Damn.

Well, if you need any help,
make sure you let me know.

- I got you.
- Okay?

(Derrick knocks on door)
- Lieutenant.

You wanted to see me?

- Derrick yeah, come on in.

Sit down and have a seat, son.

Derrick, Michael.

Michael, Derrick.

- Wait, wait, the Michael?

- [Mitchell] Yeah.

- Hey man, I heard a
lot about you.

It's an honor to meet you.

- [Michael] He must be new.

- Yes, he's the new guy.

- Well damn.

Lieutenant?

- Look Derrick, don't let
that bother you.

He can act like an asshole
sometimes, but he means well.

- Clearly.

- Now Michael, Derrick is
one of our top notch recruits

outta training academy.

- Mm-hmm.

- Now he's beat all
records held,

and I'm talking about

from firearms training
recertification,

physical fitness,
health and wellness,

and most importantly, academics.

The list, it just goes on
and on and on.

- Mm-hmm.

- [Mitchell] We're very proud
to have him on our force.

- Thank you, Lieutenant.

- Now Derek, I'm sure
you understand

Michael's one of our veterans,

and you looked over his
resume, haven't you?

- Absolutely, Lieutenant.

- [Mitchell] Good, good, good.

- Yes sir, the man is top
three in solving closed cases.

- [Mitchell] Absolutely.

- Also, he took down the
notorious kingpin, Jerry Dotson.

- [Mitchell] Mm-hmm.

- Not to mention the serial
killer, Tank Collins, right?

- Absolutely.

- Down at the academy,
you a legend.

- A legend he is,

but while you were down there,

did they tell you anything

about his infamous
drunken man story?

- No, drunken man?

No sir, I haven't heard that.

- [Mitchell] Oh really?

- There you go being messy.

You always being messy,
Mitchell.

- No, I'm not.

Lemme tell you how
this story goes.

You see, Michael got a call
to go break up a fight,

you know, down there in
South Memphis.

- Uh-huh.

- But when he arrived on the
scene, it was only the man.

Mm-hmm.

So Danny Glover here
approaches the man,

you know, with his chest
and shit all stuck out,

and then all of a sudden

the man just jumps up
like Bruce Lee, like whoa,

and Michael's scared ass.

(Mitchell imitates
tires skidding)

I mean, gone.

Michael just took off running.

- [Derrick] No he didn't,
did he?

- Gone!

- (laughs) You ran?

You a track star.

- Wait a minute, wait a
minute, wait a minute,

and according to the eye
witness report,

he whooped Michael's ass

all the way from Lamar
back to Frazier.

- [Derrick] Now, that's far.

- That's pretty damn far.

(Derrick laughing)

And I'm talking
whooping his ass.

- [Derrick] Woo!
Get his ass kicked.

- First of all, I ain't never-

- Now we ended up having
to call in backup for him.

- [Derrick] What?

- [Mitchell] Yes, we did.

- First of all, I ain't
never had my ass whooped,

and I ain't never ran
from no man.

Now, why are we here?

- Look, let's just cut to
the chase then.

Now Derrick has the potential

to be one of the best
and brightest detectives

on this department, and I just
want him trained by the best.

At least now, for the
next six months.

- By who?
- You!

- Me?
- You damn right.

- [Michael] You know I
don't train rookies

and I don't do partners.

- I know that.

Now Michael, if I'm asking
that's because it's important.

I wouldn't be asking if it
wasn't, and you know that.

- Plus, I got all these
cases that I'm working on.

I really don't have time.

- Not anymore.

- Lieutenant, it's, it's fine,
okay?

It's cool.

I appreciate it, but you
do not have to beg this man

to do anything for me,
all right?

The last thing I wanna do

is work with somebody
who doesn't give a damn

about the badge around his neck,

so if you'll excuse me,
Lieutenant, I'll be headed out.

- There you go.
- Have a good one.

- You gonna let him talk
to you like that?

- Rookie, bring your
ass back in here.

- [Derrick] Look man, we good,
bro.

- Bring your green ass
back in here.

Mitchell, you owe me.

Meet me at the truck, the
black truck out front.

- Lieutenant?

- Take your little ass
on down there

and wait for him like he said.

- Yes sir, Lieutenant.

See you down there.

(hand slapping)

Old man.

- See, this shit
ain't gonna work.

- Yes it is, it's gonna work.

I see it, it's gonna work.

Oh, and I love it.

Look.

Seriously, give this to Derrick,

he gonna need this, okay?

Wah!

(Mitchell laughing)

- Nigga, where you at?

Bruh, yes nigga.

It's the white flower,
the new shit.

All right, come up to
the precinct.

I'm about to hoop and shit.

All right nigga, bring your ass.

These niggas be taking so long.

Man, I'm ready to hoop, man.

The hell you talking about?

Who the fuck is?

Hey, get that motherfucker.

(vehicle rumbling)

- Young soldier, what's wrong?

What's wrong with ya, soldier?

- All right, come on, man.

- Yeah, man.

- Man, you can't be
pulling up like that, boy.

I was ready to take
something, what's good?

- Yeah man, you see it?

You see, that's what we got
shot about right there, boy.

One day.

One day, you mark me words.

One day, you're gonna pull
that shit on the wrong nigga,

and him gonna blow
your ass away.

- Man, I'm not worried
about that shit.

I'ma have niggas roll up in
the pack and smoking on him.

Slam 'em out.

What's good, fam?

- Yeah man, yeah man.

Young Duke, what's wrong?

What's up with ya?

This boy right here, man.

Me know this boy since I small,
you man,

and him never say nothing.

Him never talk, man.

- He ain't supposed to talk,

but let a nigga play

and a nigga gonna die the
same day on game, man.

My nigga is not playing.

- Yeah man, I hear you,
I hear you.

- I know you heard of
the Grim Reaper before.

- Yeah man, me hear about
him, me hear about him.

Yeah man, but me see you.

You out here up on the court,

perspiring and sweating
and shit, man.

Please tell me y'all
putting in work, boy.

- I do this shit, man.

My folks say I'm like
Steph out here.

- [Ray] Oh, here he go.

Steph who, Steph Curry goat?

- Come on, man.

- Cha, cha, cha, cha,
cha, cha, cha, cha, cha.

- Talk that shit, man.

It's always old cha bark,
hating ass nigga round, man.

Come, but you know what?

- Oh child.

- Bring your ass to
the precinct.

- Oh, you want some of this,
boy?

- You want some of me?

Boy, I'll-
- Check that ass.

(both chattering)

(both laughing)

But damn though, for real,
when you cop this ho?

- So you like this thing here?

- Hell yeah, come on.
- It's nasty, Ray.

- Good, good, good.

So, me what ya say?

Say you like it, but do
you like it, like it?

- Ray, I fucks with it, this it.

You got you one with
this motherfucker.

- [Ray] Good.

No, you got yourself one.

This is your birthday
present from your uncle.

Happy birthday, baby boy.

Yeah man.
- Hold on, hold up.

- [Ray] Yeah man,
from your uncle.

- You saying like,
this my joint?

- [Ray] All you.

Big up for your earth day,
your earth strong day, boy.

- Man, what the?
- Yeah, man.

- Unc know I fuck with
this, all that tough love.

- [Ray] Yeah man, yeah man.

Then me have
something for you too.

You can't ride big
without spending, big boy.

Happy birthday, young soldier.

- Man, I was gonna pull
up in this junk

and spank something today.

You see that ho?

Boy we finna, ooh, man
fuck this shit.

- [Ray] Yeah man.

- Man, we goddamn be
on the Gram.

- [Ray] Take your time,
go for inside, boy.

See what you see.

- Where my joint at?
- Yeah man.

- Fucking get on
live on that ho.

Show these pussy ass niggas

what's really going on
round this bitch.

Fuck you talking 'bout.

- What that?
- Yeah.

- Yeah man, speak to me.

Yes sir.
- Dude, you see this ho?

Yeah, we on tap.

- Bring him straight to me,
straight to me right now.

Yeah man.
- Play with me.

(traffic roaring)
(car horns honking)

- Alright, we're gonna do
a little patrolling today,

until we get a call though.

How about you tell me
about yourself?

A little background.

- Man, it's my first
day on the job,

and you already trying to
interrogate me?

- Okay well, it is what it is.

Go ahead.

- Alright, man.

Well, my mother, she's
in real estate.

My dad is a retired attorney.

They only had two kids, me
and my brother.

- Alright.

Your brother played,
played ball, right?

- Yeah.

- What about you?

- Man, heck no.

My brother was the athlete,
I was the nerd, okay?

- [Michael] Not surprised.

- (laughs) Look man,
I know all about math,

but when it come to football,

I can probably tell you the
geometric shape of the football

more than I could about
the actual sport,

but it don't matter, man.

Enough about me.

How about you, mister
interrogation man?

- Well, I joined the academy
right outta high school,

married my beautiful
wife, two beautiful kids,

and I plan on retiring
in full health.

You got me?

- Yeah, I got you.
- I said, you got me?

- Yes, I got you, alright?

- I just wanna make sure
we got a understanding.

- We got a understanding.

- Alright, what about you, kid?

- But with all that said,
now we still on you,

mister interrogation man,
I'm still on you, alright?

- [Michael] Well, go ahead.

- So my question is, what
made you join the force?

- When I was a kid, I witnessed
my mother being raped.

- What?

- By my stepdad.

And of course, I
tried to help her,

but he overpowered me,

and ever since then,

I vowed to myself that I will
never stand by helpless again.

- Damn, bro.

I mean, so what happened
to your stepfather?

- They've come to show you

that everybody's not
meant to be protected,

or everybody does not
want protection

because they married today.

Happily married.

Boathouse in Maryland.

- Shut up.

- Huh, I won't, 'cause they are.

- That's some crazy shit, bro.

- I know.

So why did you join the academy?

- (sighs) Well, like I
told you earlier,

my mom was in real estate.

When I was younger, she
was selling a property

to this lady in the Dixie
Home projects,

and man, when I got over there,

I could just see the gangs run
everything over there, bro.

- Absolutely.

- And I knew for all
the good people

that live in that community,

there's no way they'll be saved

unless they had somebody like
me trying to protect them.

So I said when I get older,
I'm gonna join the force

and I'm gonna just try

to make a difference in my city,
you know?

- Okay, Superman.

All right.

- Something like that, but-

- Hold on.
- What?

- [Michael] I know this nigga.

- [Derrick] What?

- I've told him several times

that he cannot be on
this property.

I need you to go ahead
and tell him.

- What?

- We need him to leave,
like right now.

- Why you can't tell him?

- 'Cause you the rook,
so go ahead.

- So basically you need me
to do your job,

'cause you don't know
how to do it?

- Show me what you got.

(Derrick scoffing)

- Man, I ain't saying nothing,
dog.

I'm bout scared of no doggone-

- Now Listen, stay about
10 feet away from him,

'cause he is a,

he's a big boy.

- You must think I'm you.

Lemme show you how to make
a proper arrest

since you scared to do it.

- Look listen, remember,

stay about 10 feet away
from him, okay?

- I got this, alright?

- [Michael] He ain't
nothing to play with.

- Whatever.

Lemme show you how to make
a proper arrest, alright?

Yeah.

- Go ahead.
- Watch and learn.

- Go ahead.
- Yeah.

- He gonna whoop his ass.

(light funky music)

- Sir?

Sir, you can't be on
this property.

Sir, I know you hear me, you
cannot be on this property.

Sir, I said you cannot be!

I know damn well he just
ain't smacked my hand away.

You know what?

Sir, you're under arrest for
assaulting a police officer.

Sir, turn around, I...

The fuck?

The hell you doing?

What?

Aw hell, Mike!

Mike, I know this ain't
who I think it is!

Aw.

Hell, you know what?

Oh, you think you tough,
don't worry about it.

- Don't put your gun down.

- I'm finna use your
house, put my shit down.

- Why is he taking the coat off?

- Huh, ain't nobody scared
of you, motherfucker.

What's up?

You think you 'bout that life,
what's up?

Yeah, I'm coming.

- You got him!

- You ready?

You ain't ready for no
shit like this.

See Mike, he ain't know
nothing about this.

See, I'm from South Memphis,
baby.

I'm fixing to knock
your ass out.

Hold on, you just
caught me slipping.

You caught me slipping.

Yeah, it's going down this time,
watch.

You watching?

Yeah, you watching.

Ooh, ooh, wait, wait, ooh!

(Derrick shouting)

Ooh, wait!

(punches thudding)

Oh, wait!

- Damn.

(Derrick shouting)

- Time out!

- Pinch him or something!

(Derrick shouting)

(Derrick screaming)

(Michael winces)

(Derrick panting)

- Take that.

- I shoulda shot your ass!

(cart rattling)

Man.

(Derrick panting)

Mike!

Why you ain't tell me

they have this big strong
ass Bruce Lee over here?

I'ma get your ass.

I'ma get your ass.

I'm finna go to the gym,
I'ma workout,

and in three weeks, I'm
coming to kick your ass!

Mike!

Mike!

- Your shirt a little wrinkled.

- You ain't shit.

- [Michael] I told you
10 feet, I said 10 feet.

- You didn't specify
what the feet was for!

Man, he took me off
my damn feet.

- [Michael] Mm-hmm.

It was funny when you and
Mitchell was laughing at me,

huh?

- Yeah, funny this.

(Michael chuckling)

- [Michael] Get your ass
in the car, let's go.

- I'm going back to the fucking,

I'm getting a desk job.

This ain't fucking
worth it for me.

(Derrick groaning)

- We gotta go get your gun.

(engine revving)

What's up, babe?

- [Tiffany] Hey babe.

- You all right?

- [Tiffany] Oh yeah, just
put the kids off to bed.

- Okay, all right good, good.

Well, I'll be home in a minute.

- [Tiffany] All right,
what you got going on?

- Man, you wouldn't believe it.

I got a partner.

- [Tiffany] You got a,
you got a what?

- Right, exactly.

It's not funny, it's not funny.

I'll tell you about it
when I get to the house.

- [Tiffany] No, I
need to know now.

- No, I'll tell you, I
promise you, all right?

- [Tiffany] All right,
well you be safe, okay?

- All right, I will.

I'll see you soon.

Yep.

(distant traffic roaring)

- Yeah?

- Damn, jagged ass door.
- Hey, baby.

- [Los] Who is that?
Hey, nosy ass.

Don't want shit.

- You hear him talking shit?

Well, our food has arrived.

I'ma call you back, friend.

- She talking shit through
the phone, ain't she?

- Okay.

- Yeah, I got you some
food, I got you some food.

(both laughing)

There you go, pumpkin.

- Aw, for me?
- Yeah, for you.

I'm gonna talk to you right now.

Hey, what you say, talk to me.

Oh yeah, she heard that,
I know she heard that.

- I didn't hear anything.

- Yes it is.

Say it again.

Aw, she said daddy first time!

- Oh my God, really Los?

- Yeah!

- She didn't say anything.

- Look, why you gotta
always be the hater?

I'm just telling you what the
princess said, daddy baby.

- She's definitely gonna
be a mama's girl.

- What?

Girl, please.

Aw, sure.

- Aw, keep dreaming.

- Lemme see what these
fools talking 'bout.

Oh yeah.

- What who talking 'bout?

- For sure.

Yeah baby, look baby.

I'm going do that, you know
what I'm talking 'bout?

I got something to do,
don't starve then.

Man, what now?

I got you food.

- What happened with the
job application

at the temp service?

- I don't know, that job
ain't calling nobody back.

So look, I gotta get out,

I gotta get it the best
way we can, man.

You know what I'm saying?

You know how they roll.

Look.

Man, what's wrong?

Oh wait, I need to call
somebody, what?

- I'm okay.

- [Los] You sure?

- Yeah, Los.

It's just, I thought things
were going to be different.

We got a baby on the way,
like stuff not gonna change?

- What you think I'm doing now?

- I see the way you thinking
and like how you feel,

but have you thought about the
worst that could happen too?

All I have is you right now

and we got a
daughter on the way.

- Babe, trust me.

That's it, look.

That's it, babe. That's it.

Until them people call.
- Okay, Los.

- Until they call, babe, I
gotta do what I gotta do.

Look, look what we doing,
look what we going through!

I can't allow you and
her for this, but look,

trust me, I got you.

I love you, man.
- But.

- Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, you all right?

- I'm okay.

- I need to call somebody?
- It's just a contraction.

It's just a contraction.
- Where's my phone?

I gotta call somebody.

- I'm okay, I'm okay.
- You sure?

- I'm okay.

- Do I need to stay?

- I'm a big girl, I'm okay.

- Fuck it.
- I'm okay.

Go get that bag.

- That's my big girl.

I'll be all right, I'll be back,
okay?

Call me if you need anything,
all right?

- Please be careful.
- I got you.

You take care of her, my baby,
come on,

keep talking, I'ma
kick your ass.

I'ma kick your ass.

- Hmm.

Hey.

You ain't hear me?

I said hey.

- (sighs) What's up, man?

- Did your first day
go as expected?

- It was all right.

- What'd you learn?

- Not a damn thing, alright?

How 'bout this?

I learned how much of a
asshole you really are.

- You right.

What else?

- I don't know, I mean,

what the hell should I
have learned?

- You should have learned
there's two type of people

that are up this time of night.

It's the people that are
going to work,

and it's the people that
are robbing them.

You have to understand
it's one time,

one mistake will have
you lying in the morgue.

It's okay to be kind to people,

but you have to be cautious

with the people that
you're kind to.

- What the fuck that's
supposed to mean?

- Man, take it for
what you want.

I'll meet you in the car.

- So you ain't get me
nothing to eat?

- Rookies don't eat.

- Take your damn food.

- I'll shoot your ass.

- [Derrick] Whatever.

(rain pattering)

- Hey, I got him.

How you want him?

Alright.

(thunder rumbling)

- Senator Terry,

I haven't seen you since
we won the election.

How you been?

- Get up, get up.

(Terry grunting)

- How? I thought you were dead.

- Oh, I still am.

I rose from the dead
just for you.

- Please, please,
let me explain.

- Be quiet.

How's your wife?

- [Terry] She's doing well.

About your money, man.
- Save it!

That's good to hear,

and how about that
daughter of yours?

- Please, please, we're
like family, man.

- I know we're like family,
Terry.

If we weren't, you'd be zipped
up in a body bag by now.

Now like I said, how is
your daughter?

- I'm spending it on
her medical treatments.

She's diagnosed with leukemia,
remember?

I've been trying to reach you,
man,

but I've been getting no answer.

- Maybe it's because

I'm on the FBI's Most
Wanted list, Senator?

But that's good to hear.

You know she's like a
niece to me.

- Her treatments are working,

but it's a day-to-day process.

The doctors don't know it,
but she's a fighter, you know?

That's why I'm late.

Man, I hope you understand.

- Of course I understand, Terry.

What man wouldn't wanna
save his child's life?

You know what, Terry?

I don't even know why
you still here.

You should be with her.

Go on!

- Hey, move away with yourself.

- [Terry] Please.

- Terry, I'm trying to be
nice about this.

You need to leave.

- Please, please.

- Go on!

Calm yourself, Terry.

(Terry grunting)

Relax, relax, relax, relax.

- Get back!

Get the fuck back!

(intense dramatic music)

(rain pattering)

(gunshot blasts)

(dramatic hiphop music)

- Hey Loud.
- What it do, nigga?

- [Rapper] Shit, I'm
just counting shit up.

Shit, I'm over here
counting myself, nigga.

What you got poppin'
over there though?

(upbeat rap music)

* I'm controlling this
shit, no remote in my hand *

* You gone have to pay for it,
show *

- This shit fake as hell, shit.

* I walk in this bitch,
they gonna know *

* They know, I'm talking paper *

* Gotta do it, my friend *

* Count up the case, throw
some more in my pants *

- Life gets rough, you
heard what I'm saying?

- Yeah, man.

(both chattering)

Make a bitch work for it,
talking 'bout.

- Yeah, you talking 'bout.

* Some bitches, I went
got some dollars *

* I'm strapping my britches *

- Hello?

What up with you, nigga?

'Bout damn time.

That was some bullshit in
the new thing,

you already know it.

Fucking around, you heard?
(laughs)

Big time shit.

Nigga, we downtown, pull up.

Alright, bro.

(dramatic rap music)

- [A1] Sosa!

- Look at that nigga A1,
stupid ass.

A1, come here,
begging ass nigga.

(dramatic rap music)

- Is that you?
- Man.

Come on with all that
loud ass shit, A1.

Listen, we gotta fuck
with homeboy.

A1 still on this stupid
ass shit though.

- What's up, Sosa?

- Shit.
- What's up, nigga?

- This nigga here.

- Man, you smoking that killer?

Lemme hit that shit.

- [Sosa] A1, hell nah.

You be scratching your
ass and shit.

I ain't sharing my blunt
with you, nigga.

- Damn.
- That's selfish.

You supposed to look
out for the unfortunate.

That's fucked up.

- Lemme see that sign.

Put that stupid ass shit down,
A1.

- Hey Sosa, lemme get a dollar,
man.

I got hemorrhoid surgery
in the morning.

I do security for the mayor,

but he a cheap ass motherfucker.

Shit.

- A1, you ain't got a job
to pay a nigga back or shit.

- [A1] Shit.
Nigga, what you want?

Shit, I get you a
flat screen TV.

I get you a DVD player, a radio.

- A1, come on.
- Some rims for this bad boy.

You know what I'm saying?

- [Sosa] I don't want
none of this shit, man.

- Shit.
- Damn.

- That's why I fuck with you.

My nigga, my nigga.

Shit.

Damn.

- Come on, man.

Stop digging in your ass
and wipe your lips, man.

Crusty lip ass.

- Damn, my bad. My bad.

I know it look like shit, man.

But damn.
- Damn, man.

- Man with damn heroism, man.

- Come on, yo.
- Hey man.

Yo, yo, Sosa?

- What up?

- You know Lil Crib
back in the hood, right?

- Lil Crib? I thought
that nigga was locked up.

- That nigga back.

That nigga working that
tattoo parlor right there.

- Straight up?
- Yeah.

- Say no more.

Shit, thanks nigga.

Seriously.

- Hey, one more thing.
- Get the fuck on.

I ain't got no more rolls, man.

- Man, man.
- I'ma shoot your ass.

- Alright.
- Hey! Pow!

Boom!

Yeah, your ass can walk now,
can't it?

See you later.

Come on, man. Let's push out.

- What you reading?

- It's another case
I'm working on.

- Another case?

Wait, wait, wait.

I thought Lieutenant
reassigned all your cases.

- Well, it's another case.

I, I just couldn't let it go,
man.

It's a double homicide in
North Memphis.

But that's between me and you,
right?

- Yeah, yeah.
- Right?

- Yeah, yeah between us.

Okay.
- Alright.

- I mean, so I guess that
means not only you a asshole,

you hard-headed as hell too,
huh?

- I haven't got where I'm at

because I listen to everybody.

- Know that for true.

Anyway, look, man,

can you stop working for
a second, man?

We've been working together.

I don't even know nothing
about you, bro.

- What you wanna know?

- Uh, let's see, let's see.

Alright.

Who your favorite sports team?

- Football?
- Football, football.

It's all football.
- 49ers.

- I'm sorry to hear that. 49ers?

- Well, you can step
outta my car right now.

- I'm just saying, bro.

Like, why the 49?

Alright, I mean why don't
you just go across the bay,

Raiders, you know
what I'm saying?

- Oh, you definitely
have to get outta my car.

- That's what I'm trying.

It's the best choice, man.

- When is the last time
y'all been to the playoffs?

- Why you being disrespectful?

- I'm not.
- You see what I'm saying?

- It's a question.

- We ain't gotta talk
about the technicalities,

you know what I'm saying?

But you know the historical
tradition of the Raiders

is what you need to be
representing, okay?

- Y'all ain't been good
since Bo Jackson.

- See, see.
- That's nineties, '91.

- You was, that's when you was-

- Eighties?

- So you was like, high
school about that time, right?

Yeah, I'm sure.
- You got jokes.

- I'm just saying, you
know what I'm saying?

You're being rude.

But I mean how you become
a 49ers fan though?

Like where'd that come from?

- Since you need to
know all of my business.

- Yeah.
- My dad, his dad,

now my son we're we're
all 49ers fans, man.

- Okay, I didn't know
you had a son.

- Yeah, yeah.
That's my boy, man.

He's 14 years old.
Smarter than his daddy.

(Derrick laughs)

Which is fine.

- That probably ain't
hard to do it all.

Um, okay. But that's cool.

You know 14, what's up?

I hope to have me a, you
know what I'm saying?

Little seed one of these
decades,

you know what I'm saying?

- Go down for a minute.
Hold on, hold on.

- [Dispatcher] Be
advised, suspect is armed

and extremely dangerous.
- All right, we're going.

Come on, hit the lights.

- Huh? What you mean we going?

- We gotta get outta here.

- No man.
- Did you hear the radio?

- I ain't ready!

(vehicle rumbling)

- Man, what's up nigga?

Nigga, hold him.

Nigga just let me out
that motherfucker.

(horn honking)

Yeah, I just hollered
at my cousin.

(horn honking)

- Come here, scary ass nigga.
- Who that?

- Bitch, it's Sosa.
Come here, nigga.

Man, don't do that shit.

I ain't 'bout finna do
nothing to you.

Come on, let me.

- Gotcha. Hey G, lemme
call you right back.

- Shit.
- Alright.

Sosa, what's up homie?
Everything good?

- Welcome home, nigga.
- Alright.

Appreciate that, dude.

What's up with you, babe?

Tight shit, tight shit.
That's what's up.

- Hey brother.
- Why you ain't hit us

and let us know you was home,
nigga?

We woulda came through.

- My nigga, I just got
the fuck out,

like a few hours ago.

Nigga, how the fuck y'all
even know I was down here?

- People talk.

- Who?

- People.

- That's what's up.
That's what's up.

Man, how you been living, man?

- Man, you know me.

Finessing niggas and
hard on the hos.

The same shit, my boy.

- I see you got the Dickie
set on, got the watch on, boy.

I see you, man. Tight shit, man.

- Tight shit.
- Yeah.

Man listen, listen.

I already know what
this shit about.

- Uh-huh.

- My cousin Sean got a
tattoo spot out there.

I already see that
you linked up.

You know what I'm saying?

I can fuck with you,

give you a little
discount or whatever.

- For real.
- You know what I'm saying?

Yeah, yeah.

See, I can zip my little
uniform in there.

- Okay, okay. I liked it.

But, uh, don't you owe
me something?

- Yeah. You already
know I owed you, nigga.

I told you before I
got locked up,

I was gonna fuck with you.

- Uh-huh?
- Yeah.

- So when you going to have it?

- Alright, gimme about a week.

He just told me we get
paid that week.

I got you, I got you.

- About a week?
- Yeah, I got you.

- Lemme check my schedule, man.

Schedule, how do? Listen.

- Man, light the nigga.
(gunshot blasts)

(gunshots blasting)

- Don't never owe a nigga

that's gonna do
something about it.

(gunshots blasting)

(siren wailing)

- Police! Freeze!

Put the gun down!
Put the gun down!

- Freeze?

Who you sissy ass
niggas talking to?

- Listen, motherfucker!

- I'm gonna make you
bitches work.

(gunshots blasting)

- Ah shit!

Fuck!

(gunshots blasting)

- Go! Go!
- Shit!

(siren wailing)

(suspenseful music)

(camera shutter clicks)

- How you doing?

- I'll be okay.
I'm worried about Derrick.

But are we collecting
all the evidence?

- Yes we are.

I mean there's no wallet, no ID.

It's just money and marijuana.

- We also found two
different shell casings.

One is from an AR-16,
the other is from a 9mm.

- Okay, great.

I see we got
surveillance cameras.

Make sure I get all that footage

on my desk first thing tomorrow,
okay?

As soon as we can,
let's clean all this up.

I don't want a citywide panic.

Do you understand me?

- I understand.

We're gonna go get a head
start on their prints

and I'm gonna have
that on your desk

first thing in the morning.

- Awesome.

- But until then I'm gonna
need you to go on home.

I got this.

- No, home will be okay.
I'm gonna stay here.

We got an open investigation.

- Yeah. See this is an
open investigation for me.

Not for you. You're
still in training, okay?

And I need you to get some rest.

I got this.

- I guess you right.

Alright, I'm gonna go
check on Derrick.

I'll see you tomorrow.

- Alright.
- Bye.

- Come on, man. That
was pass interference.

Ray, who we got
refereeing down there?

- That dirty boy Tony.

- Well, call his ass
during halftime.

We need this game closer.

- Yeah, man.
- If not, we don't get paid.

- You know how them boys
is about the money, boy.

You get me?

You remember what him do
for us for the Miami game?

- You know it.
- The Dolphins.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Hello?

You say what?

You're not playing with me?

What happened to Sosa?

- They did what?

- They killed Sosa.

- Killed my nephew?

- Yeah man, them killed Sosa.

- I want them bitches dead.

All of 'em, you hear me?

Look, we need to go to Miami.

Can you make that happen?

- Yeah man. Yeah man.

Listen to me. Listen to me.

We already got it under
the control, you get me?

By the time we reach Miami, bro,

Staxx will have not only
where they are,

but we also know who they are,
you get me?

But you, my brother,

you are too important
to the movement, man,

to be going to this place.

- I can't just stand here
and do nothing.

- Me understand what
you say to me.

Me understand that.

But you're too important.
They know your face.

They know exactly who you are,
my brother.

That's why you have a hammer.

So me and Hitta,

we'll go and take care
of the problem for ya.

- Find them!
- Say no more to me.

- Find them.
- Let's go.

- Fuck!

(door bell jingles)

- Damn.

Hello?

- Los?

Yeah, where you at?

- About to make the
little move real quick.

- What happened with
the temp service?

I thought they called you back.

- I ain't got time to
wait on no phone.

Them folks ain't trying to call.

I gotta make a move, man.

You see what we living in?

- But I'm talking
about it again.

It's like you ain't
even making an attempt.

You ain't even trying, Los.

- Man, I told you I'd stop
when the baby was born.

- But try the right way,
the right way.

- I don't wanna talk about
this right now.

I'll call you.

I told you I don't wanna
talk about this right now.

I'll call you later. Damn.

(Los muttering)

- James.

Look, these type of
things, they just happen.

We can't predict
these type things.

I did, damn it. I did.

Wait a minute.

He just hung up on me.

- I mean, I understand.

I would've did the same thing.

- Really?

Look, forensics identified
our two John Does.

The one on the left is
Robert Brooks.

That's known as Duke.

The other one is
Orlando Rickman.

Best known as Sosa.

Now these are not our
everyday criminals.

I need for you to take a
closer look at Rickman.

Does he look familiar to you?

- Kind of.

- Well, he's the cousin
of a notorious drug lord,

Emanuel Rickman,
best known as E.

E is on the FBI Most Wanted list

for multiple counts of
armed robbery, extortion,

murder, and gun possession.

The FBI they called
me last night.

They're gonna fly out two
agents in the morning,

an FBI agent and a DEA agent.

- Do I need to prepare myself?

- No, not at the moment.

Far as I know no one saw you
or Derrick on that scene.

But for safety purposes,

I'm assigning 24 hour
surveillance

at both of your homes.

We just can't afford to
underestimate situations like

this.

And also, I don't want you doing

any type of investigation
work until further notice.

You got me?

- Yeah. Does Derrick know?

- No, he doesn't.

I think it's best that we
keep it that way

because I don't want to create
or cause any type of panic.

Okay?

- I'll take him to
North Memphis.

- You know what?

That's a great idea.

That's a great idea.

But Michael, be careful.

I mean, be very careful.

There's some skinless ass
people out here.

Okay?
- I got you, boss.

- [Ray] E, the bird has landed.

Yeah, man.

Me and Hitta go meet up
with Staxx right now.

Later.

- It's been three months.

Now I'm a patient man.

Well, at least I try to be.

You said this time
would be different,

but you're still late again.

(suspenseful music)

Where is my money?

- Okay, listen, listen, Staxx.
- Where's the fucking money?

- Alright, listen, listen,
listen.

Okay?

I know I was supposed to have
the money to you on time.

Well, something came up, man.

I, I lost my job, Staxx.

I lost my job, man.

And, and I had to use that
money to pay all my bills.

Look, my car was about to
get repossessed

and not to mention the
eviction on my house, man.

Look, just, just gimme,
just gimme one more month.

- Focus motherfucking, chief.
- One more month, Staxx.

One more. Please. Please, man.

And I'm gonna take
care of y'all.

I promise. I promise.

- You know, my father
once told me

that if I tell you a
lie and you believe it,

then I told you the truth.

You agree?

(suspenseful music)

- Yeah.

- Where were you last
Friday night?

- I, I was at home
watching the Miami game.

- Yeah, shoot him.
- No, no, no, no!

Wait, wait, wait! Please!

Please, please, please, please.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Okay, okay. Alright.

Please, y'all, please.

(suspenseful music)

I was,

I was at a dice game, man.

I was at a dice game in
Liberty City, man,

and, and I lost it, man.

I fucking lost it.

- I know you did

because the guy you were
shooting with owes me too

and he mentioned your name.

(suspenseful music)

- Staxx.

Please, man, look.

Don't, don't kill me, man.

Look, I, I don't want to die.
Alright?

Please don't kill me, man.

Look, I'll do whatever
you ask me, Staxx.

Please. I'll do it, man.

Just I'll, I'll do it. Please!

- Man, stop bitching.

- Please man. I'll do it.

- I'm not going to kill you.

- Thank you so much, Staxx.

Brother, I appreciate it.

Thank you so much, man.
I appreciate everything.

- No, we ain't doing that.

(suspenseful music)

- No, I wouldn't thank me yet.

Your organs cost more than
the money I loaned you.

- What?
- Yeah.

Hey, get the knife.

Hey y'all take him outside.
- No, no, no, no.

- [Staxx] And make sure
you remove everything.

- No, no, no, no.

Please, guys! Please!

No, listen to me, man!

Staxx! (shouting)

Come on, man! (screams)

- Save me a kidney.

What's up? What's up?

What going on, family?

- Hey Ray.
- What going on?

What going on, family?

- Ah, you tell me. Then
both of us will know.

- Long time, gangster.
- Yeah, yeah.

- Yeah, man. Yeah, man.

You look good.

- Ah, thank you.

You too, my brother.
- Yeah, man. Have a seat.

- [Staxx] Yeah.

- So my brother, what
y'all got for me?

- Well, I made a few
phone calls.

- Yeah, man.

- And their names are
Michael Peterson

and Derrick James.

- [Ray] Yeah, man.

- Michael is a 20 year
veteran with homicide.

- Uh-huh.

- Married, two kids.

He lives in a place in
Memphis called the Bartlett.

- The Bartlett?
- Yeah.

- (laughs) He even look
like a Bartlett boy.

- Derrick on the other hand.
- Yeah, man.

- He's a rookie and he
is the mayor's brother.

- Youngster, you give
me a gift to me.

You say this boy is the
mayor's brother?

- The mayor's brother.

- Look 'pon this guy, Hitta.

Check the God boy out there,
boy.

Come on.

- Hey Ray, man, I really
need to talk to you.

- Yeah?
- Alone.

- Say no more to me.
- Let's go for a walk.

- I'm right with ya.
- Yes sir.

(upbeat music)

* Welcome to Miami *

* Welcome to Miami *

* Welcome to Miami *

* Welcome to Miami *

(upbeat music)

* Some hippie call it Sunshine
State and that's straight *

* It's looking like a
gunshot state in your face *

- Just want to tell you, man,

appreciate you for
coming out to Miami.

Coming to my city.

- Yeah, man.
- Beautiful country.

- Much respect, man.

Beautiful land here, brother.

Remind me of Jamaica,
you get me?

- Beautiful women.
- Yeah, man.

Oh, the women here.

I'm gonna leave some for you.

- Leave one or two.
I need at least two.

- (laughs) Yeah, man.
Right here.

- But look here, man.
- Yeah, man.

- I need to talk to
you about this.

- Yeah, man.

- Heard how them boys get
down in Memphis.

Y'all need some more
hitters out there?

- Well, nah man. Nah man.

For right now, gangster,
we're okay.

We have some smart boy there
in South Memphis in Castalia,

in your young dog old
neighborhood.

We supply them boy there.

And in turn they make sure
we stay up under the radar.

You get me?

But gangster, lemme
say something.

Much respect to ya for
even asking about Memphis.

You get me?

Lemme say, how is Little
Haiti holding up though, man?

- Man, Little Haiti is
Little Haiti.

As long as the wolves are
fed, we all going to eat.

- Yeah, man. Yeah man.

We get you.

So you'll send me greetings
to them dogs there?

- We'll do just that, man.

- Yeah, man.
- We'll do just that.

But listen, tell E,

if he ever needs us, we ready.

- He already know.
He already know.

- I'll be watching the
Memphis News.

Show 'em Miami.

- Without question.

Without question, gangster.

Love to your peers.

- So this is Memphis?

Doesn't seem so bad.

Hard to believe the world
of shit we're walking into.

Well, I've never been
here before.

What do I know?

What about you?
Is this your first time?

- Nah, I've been here
a few times.

When I was younger,

me and my parents used to
come here for Memphis in May.

Best barbecue in the world.

Once a safe city to live in.

But I guess things change.

You go ahead and call
Lieutenant Mitchell.

I'll call homicide. Let
'em know we're here.

- I'm on it.

- Yeah, this is Agent Thomas.

- What's up, old man?

- What's going on, man?

- Happy to see me?

- [Michael] You still
a Raiders fan?

- Come on, man.

We ain't fixing do that now.

- [Michael] Welcome back, man.

- Yeah man. Appreciate it.

Oh, I get a handshake?

- Don't get carried away.
- Okay, okay.

- Don't get carried away.
- Breaking you down though.

Breaking you down.

- Calm down, man.

- (chuckles) So what's the move?

- You ready to go get
these motherfuckers?

- Hell yeah.

- Let's go.

- I'm driving.

Yeah.

(basketball thumping)

- Boy, you ain't using
nothing I taught you. Are you?

- Uh, it ain't going too well.

- Uh-huh.

Pass the ball. Pass your
old man at the ball.

- Okay.

- You still, you think you
can beat your old man though?

- Let's see what you got.

- You think you can
beat your old man, huh?

Uh-oh. Uh-oh.

- Hey.

- [Both] Oh!

- Okay. Yeah.
- Uh-huh.

You want one more?

- Yeah, gimme one more.

- I'll give you one more now.
- Gimme one more.

- Now your momma told me
that you passed.

- Yeah.
- Your driving test. You did?

- Yeah.
- Congratulations.

- Thank you.

- But you still can't
beat your dad.

- Oh.
- You'll never beat me.

- I'm tired.
- Uh-huh.

Come here.

Remember I told you
what I was gonna get you

when you passed the test?

- Yes sir.
- Congratulations.

- Appreciate that, Dad.

(Michael chuckles)

Yeah.

- Love you, boy.
- Love you too, man.

- So I'm gonna let you do.
- Okay.

- Let you drive the truck.

- Okay.

- Down the street and back.

Okay? That's it.

- Only down the street.

- Be right back.

- Okay.
- Alright?

- Okay.

- Your momma gonna kill
me if she find out.

- I got you. I got you.

I got you.
- Hand me this ball.

Be careful.

- Yes sir.
- Alright.

Remember what I taught you.

- [Drew] I got you.
Watch for cars.

- Watch the mirror!

- Oh, okay. That too. (laughs)

(basketball thumps)

Yeah.

(suspenseful music)

(drone whirring)

(suspenseful music continues)

Oh.

(suspenseful music continues)

(gunshots blasting)

(gun thudding)

(blood squelching)

(gunshot blasts)

- All right, gang.
What's for dinner?

- Mommy.
- What's up, baby?

- Where's Andrew?

- Michael, where is Drew?

- Um, babe, I gave him
the keys to the truck

just to go down the
street for a little while

since he got his permit.

I just, I told him
congratulations.

Let me call him 'cause
he been gone.

- And why would you do
something stupid like that?

- You right, you right.

I'm gonna call him and
get him back here.

I'm gonna get on his ass. Okay?

I promise you,

because he ain't got no
business being out this late.

Answer the phone, boy.

He not answering the phone.

- What do you mean he's
not answering the phone?

- He's probably at his
friend's house down the street.

Let me, let me go see where he
is.

Okay?

- Michael, he is a teenage boy.

- I know.

- Why would you let him
get the keys to the car?

- Let me go get him. Okay?

I promise I'll bring
him right back.

- And you better find him!

Kayla, what are you working on,
sweetie?

- Good afternoon.

I'm Rachel Taylor from
Channel 24 News

reporting live from
downtown Memphis.

Standing here with
Lieutenant Mitchell.

As you know, the son of homicide
detective Michael Peterson

has been reported missing.

Lieutenant Mitchell will share

some additional
information with us.

Good afternoon, sir.

Can you share some
more information

about the ongoing missing
persons investigation?

- Yes ma'am.

Well, as of right now,

we have a 24 hour search
and rescue team

that are currently on the ground
looking for Michael's son.

And as soon as we get
some information,

we'll be gladly to share that
information with the public.

- Okay.

Are there any leads or
possible suspects at this time?

- Unfortunately at the moment
we don't have any information.

The DEA, they are here,

and we have some of the
best investigators

that are working on this
case nationwide.

- Okay.

And for the gentleman in
the FBI jacket,

I assume this case has
gone federal.

Is there anything that
the community

should be on the lookout for?

- Yes. How y'all doing?

I'm Agent Thomas with the FBI

and there are a few things
that you need to know.

We are looking for a
Black teen about 5'5",

125 pounds with a high top fade.

His name is Andrew Peterson
and this is a picture of him.

If you see him or a black pickup
truck with tinted windows,

please contact the
department immediately.

Also, the victim was last
seen flying a gray drone.

If anyone sees an abandoned
drone, please let us know.

- And also I have notified
the Chief of Police

and there will be a
press conference.

But I must reiterate,
this is a federal,

state, and local law
enforcement investigation.

It is a collective
collaborative effort

to include all of our partners

and we will find Michael's son.

That's all I have for now.

- Thank you once again.

Rachel Taylor on behalf
of Channel 24 News.

Back to you Robert.

- [Mitchell] Mike, how
you making it?

- I'm not doing too good though,
man.

- I can imagine that.

I really could.

- I put in a missing
persons report for him.

So hopefully we find
something soon.

- But look, I just
want you to know

that is a top priority, okay?

Mainly because you're an officer

and the extent of this
whole entire investigation,

our federal, state, and
local partners

are in on the investigation.

And you remember
Thomas and Jackson,

the agents I told you about?

- Yeah.
- They're here.

- You don't think it's E do you?

- I'm really not sure.

And as far as your son,

we don't know if someone
stole his phone or he lost it.

It's just too early to tell,
Mike.

- My wife about to
lose her mind.

I can't help but to
think, man, it's my fault.

- Mike, look, don't go
blaming yourself.

Now far as your family,

I'm gonna put them in a
safe house for protection

until all this shit is over.

Okay?

- Thank you, man.

- [Mitchell] Alright, man. Okay.

(solemn piano music)

- Move here.

So what we got?

- I think it's Michael's son.

- His son?

- He fought for his life.

- Look, hold this for me.

I need to verify this.

Oh shit.

I think he's on his way too.
God.

Oh shit. Damn.

Look, Michael is on his way.

You two, do not let him in.

- Your call, sir.
- Alright.

Shit, anything else
you can tell me?

- Not at the moment.

We're still looking for clues,
but I'm gonna let you know.

- Okay, make sure that you-
- Drew!

- There goes Michael.
- That's Michael.

- Andrew!
- That's Michael.

- That's my son! That's my son!

Let me through!

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.
- I'm his father.

I'm his father. That's my son.

- Okay. Okay.
- Get over there, man.

- Michael. Michael.
- That's my son!

- I know it.

Listen to me, Michael.

Michael, Listen.

We can't, Michael, we can't.

- Is he dead?

(solemn piano music)

Come on, man.
- Michael. Michael.

(Michael sobs)

Michael.

- What, man? Lemme go.

- Michael, look at me.

Look at me, Michael, look at me.

Look at me, look at me.

- Let me in.

Damn, man.

(both speaking faintly)

Is it my son? Is it my son?

Mitchell, tell me. Come on, man.

- It is, Michael! It is.

- Shit!

- [Mitchell] It is.

(solemn music)

(car honks)

(solemn music continues)

(Tiffany sobbing)

- Is it true?

(Tiffany sobbing)

(rain pattering)

(Tiffany continues sobbing)

(upbeat reggae music)

* Let the sunshine
guide your soul *

* You rise up, you rise up,
you rise *

* Don't forget your
past situation *

* If you stumble, if you
stumble, if you stumble *

- Hello, E.

Yeah, man. It's Ray.

Yeah, man, so you know
when we had cut me,

I tell you we're gonna
take the trip, right?

I'll tell you that Sosa
will not die alone.

Well, me got good news for you,
boy.

It's a body for a body.

Yeah, man. Later.

- Michael, these are the two
agents I was telling you about.

Agent Thomas. Welcome.

- Alright.

- [Mitchell] Agent Jackson,
welcome.

- Terribly sorry to hear
about your loss, Mike.

We appreciate taking the
time to meet with us today.

- Thanks.

- We're going over all
his recent encounters

and his locations and all
that good stuff.

- So what do we have so far?

- Lots of possibilities,

but no real solid leads
on this son of a bitch.

It's like he's a ghost.

But I can promise you that
the bureau is searching

day and night on his
whereabouts.

- We're gonna find this scumbag.

- Agents, I want a full
rundown on E.

I need to know
everything about him.

- Emmanuel Rickman,
best known as E,

was born in Detroit.

Throughout his early childhood,

him and his parents lived
in the South Side projects.

We also heard that his father
was a good, hardworking man.

And then one day he
lost his job.

- Not long after that he decided
to rob a convenience store,

which he miraculously
pulled off without a hitch,

despite never even
holding a handgun before.

Spent the money on a couple
plane tickets down to Miami.

But otherwise, E's
father was smart.

He didn't blow his
newfound fortune

on fast cars and faster women.

He got a job as a
construction worker.

Laid low, seemed like he wanted

to put his past
transgressions behind him.

E's mother still waited
tables part-time,

but things got real thin.

In a few years,

they saved up enough to
open their own dry cleaner.

- However, their success
didn't last long.

His parents were killed
in a car accident

and E was sent to foster care.

But we did later find out
that E's father had a brother

that lived in Miami.

This guy right here,
Mario Rickman, AKA Mack.

Now he adopted E and he also
ran a small drug business

out of his apartment out
of Liberty City.

- He took E under his wing,

showed him the ropes, taught
him everything he knew.

Over time though,
things changed.

E was no longer content being
his uncle's right-hand man.

Mack wound up dying in
a drive-by shooting,

and depending on who
you talk to,

E either set it up or he
was the trigger man himself.

Regardless, his uncle's
operation

was now his for the taking

right up from under of the
nose of his cousin Orlando,

who you may better know as Sosa.

- Now, fast forward
10 years later,

E runs one of the most powerful

successful drug businesses
in the city of Memphis

alongside his counterparts,
Ray and Hitta.

Our last encounter with E
was about six months ago.

We had an undercover
operation set up,

but then E noticed that
the buyers were cops.

He shot them both dead
and he escaped.

- Hold on, hold on.

Wait, hold on, guys.

Wait back up. Back up.

Are you guys telling me
that Sosa and E,

they were cousins?

- You weren't told? I
thought everybody knew that.

- Derrick, we were gonna
tell you, but-

- But nothing Michael!

See that's the fucking problem,
man.

- It was for your safety, man.

- [Derrick] I don't wanna
hear that, dawg.

- Look.
- I don't want to hear it.

- Look.
- Back the fuck up.

- Let him go. Let him go.

Let him go. Let him go.

Now are there any other
agents on the inside?

- No, not at the moment.

Because E runs a tight ship,

we didn't want to jeopardize
the lives of any other agents.

However, there is a slight
chance of hope.

There's a guy named
Jarvis Davis AKA Los.

Now I know that you gentlemen

are very familiar with Mr.
Davis.

- Yeah, we lock him up
so many times

the department gave him
a name, Mr. I'll Be Back.

- Now Los was someone who
was the product of someone

that was dealt a bad hand.

He was the only child

and his mother was a drug
addict who overdosed on heroin.

- Never knew his father,
no other family in state.

Los has pretty much been
on his own his entire life,

up until now.

He lives with his girlfriend.

She's a receptionist at a
small local insurance company.

Real nice girl.

- So how can he help us?

- E's operation consists
of two types of employees,

insiders and outsiders.

The insiders are his
eyes and ears

for everything under the
table involving distribution.

- And the outsiders deal with
the hand to hand distribution.

And they also have
handheld radios

that they alert the
insiders when we show up.

- Even so, Los is solid.

He's not your average
street thug.

He'll take the death
penalty before he snitches.

- Maybe.

But every man has a weakness.

Only question that remains
though is how do we bring him

in?

He has no current warrants.

Now he has more motivation
than ever to stay outta jail.

- Don't worry about that.

I'll take care of it.

- So Michael, let me ask
you a question.

- Yeah?

- How you expect to
get that Los?

- Yeah, well my informant

has already set up a drug
deal with him tonight.

Eight o'clock.

- Where?

- Old warehouse in
South Memphis.

I know every inch of it.

- Okay, but one thing I want
you to make sure that you do,

get audio and video
recording of it.

Because I want him and
I mean I want him bad.

- You'll have him tonight.

- Okay.

- [Michael] Alright. We
got visual on the suspect.

But remember, we cannot move
in until he breaks the law.

- I'm in the same spot.
I'm waiting on you.

- [Michael] So I need
all cars to stand by.

Bingo.

Move in, move in!

(siren wailing)

- Shit! 5-0!

(engine roaring)

(tires screeching)

What the fuck?

(guns cocking)

- Put your hands up,
motherfucker!

- Fuck!

Man, goddamn.

- What's up, Los?
- You know what?

I ain't do shit.

- Put your hands
against the wall!

- [Los] What the fuck?

- Cuff his ass.

- Fuckers.

Goddamn.

- Yeah, where's he been?
- Bring your ass off.

We got your ass now.

- Take my motherfucking hat off.

(suspenseful music)

Detective Michael, long time.

You miss me?

- Can't say I do.

You retired now?

- Oh, soon to be.

You like? I can get you one.

- Nah, I never been a hat guy.

Head always been shaped
weird all my life.

But you must be getting
paid pretty good.

- Decent living.
- Hmm.

- 401k sucks.

I'm surviving though.

- Mm-hmm.
- Hey, Mitchell watching?

Hey, Mitch got
something for you.

Fuck you!

(Los laughs)

Tell him I said hello.

- I'm sure he got the message.

Now Los, I've been trying
to keep in contact with you.

Why you been dodging me?

- Me dodge you?

Come on.
Bad signal on the block.

You know how that goes.
- Mm-hmm.

- And what's this shit
about anyway?

I ain't commit no real crime.

- Littering.

- You know what? Fuck you.

(Michael chuckles)

- Los, you are a convicted
felon with a firearm

and looking at your record,

boy, you looking at
about 15 to 20.

- Get me a lawyer.

- Alright, I got you.

Got one on the way.

But, uh, since I might not
be seeing you again soon.

You a father now, right?

Baby girl?
That's what I thought.

Must be a great feeling, huh?

I'll holler at you, Los.

- Yo, yo, yo.

Wait, wait, come back.

What's this shit about, man?

- I can't talk to you.

You already asked for
your lawyer.

- Man, fuck the lawyer.

Have a seat.
What's this shit about?

- Who is this?

- I'm impressed.

Looks photoshopped though.

Face kind of blurry.

But other than that A-okay.

- Oh Los, let's say for
the sake of argument

that this ain't you.

Who is it?

- Do I look like I wear a badge?

I ain't no fucking detective.

That's your job.

- Look closer.

- [Los] Oh shit.

- Who is that?

- I seen him.

- How long ago?

- Now that I forgot.

- Stop playing games with me!

When the last time you seen him?

- Ooh, you mad. Huh?

Look, I'm not about to risk

my motherfucking rep
to help you.

Don't y'all got
fucking undercovers

for that type of shit anyway?

- I'm not at liberty to say.

Now Los, I'm finna stop beating
around the bush with you.

I'll give you two offers.

Two.
- I'm listening.

- You can sit back, relax
and do your 20 years.

Or you can tell me
everything I need to know

and I drop all the charges
and you leave today.

- You gonna drop all the charges

and I walk outta here right now?

- Today.

- Shit, you made this easy.

I got your answer for you.

- Alright.

- You ready?
- Yeah.

- Fuck you, bitch.

Show me my fucking cell.
(laughs)

- Get him the fuck outta here.

(Los laughing)

- Oh shit.

- Big fat ass Los.

We finally got your ass,
didn't we?

So it's all fuck me, huh?

- It's been fuck you and
it's gonna stay fuck you.

- Really?
Get your feet off my desk.

Get his ass outta here.

(Los laughing)

Big Larry gonna like your ass.

- Big Larry ain't gonna do shit.

Fourth floor. Fourth floor.

(laughs) Fourth floor.
Fourth floor.

- [Officer] Stand to the wall.

(camera shutter clicks)

Now go left. Next.

- So what do we do now?

- Let's put him in a
special place.

Special food, a special shower.

And we got a special
uniform for him too.

And just maybe he'll be
ready to talk.

- Alright.
We can't do this without him.

- I hate you motherfuckers.

- Right here, right here.

- Fuck you.

Ah shit, that's my arm,
motherfucker!

- [Guard] Ah, shut up.

- And you just gonna let
him do this shit?

Motherfuckers better have
my goddamn lunch too.

Fuck you, Mitch.

Fuck you, you fat bastard.

(Mitchell chuckling)

Fuck you.

Shit, get to call my baby. Yeah.

(microwave humming)

(cellphone buzzing)

- Hi, what's up?

- Jen. What's up, baby?

- So you leaving us again?

- Of course not.
Calm, calm down.

Look, I'm gonna get a lawyer.

They had no reason to
pull me over.

- Los, Los.

- Babe, don't worry.

- I've been through this
with you once.

When you didn't have nobody.

You didn't have nobody but me.

I'm not taking our
daughter through this.

Do you understand me?

- Of course not.

Calm, calm down.

- Just because you
didn't have a father

don't mean that our daughter
don't deserve to have one.

Goodbye, Los.

- Jen! Jen!

Fuck!

Fuck!

(announcer droning)

- Right now you're putting a
lot of unwanted stress on me.

Alright?
I already talked to the board.

Only thing you gotta worry
about, is talking to homicide.

Alright, Derrick?

(suspenseful music)

I can't try to please everybody

and get take care of everything
that's on my end, okay?

(suspenseful music)

Just give me a chance,

make sure everything is
taken care of.

I can go ahead and
please everybody

'cause basically that's
what everybody wants, right?

I'm only one person. I
can't please everyone, man.

(bullets whizzing)

(silenced gunshots blasting)

(bullets whizzing)

(intense music)

- So you think it was E?
- Yeah.

According to the video
surveillance that y'all pulled.

Yeah, it was definitely them.

- And you're saying they had
a sniper rifle on the roof?

- Oh yeah, it was a
sniper rifle.

We saw that on the tape as well.

- What you want me to
do with Derrick?

- He can shadow you.

- Nah, I'm good.

I mean, you know I can
do it by myself.

You know I don't need a
partner anyway.

I told you that.

- Mike, you gonna have to
train somebody.

- Not in my job description,
Lou.

(Michael chuckles)

- Damn, he gonna make me
fry him one day.

- Get your bitch ass up!
- What the fuck?

- Get the fuck up, motherfucker.

Look, look, look, look at me.

You remember me?

- Who the fuck is you, man?

Get the fuck off of me!

- I'm Ashley's cousin.

- Who the fuck?

You still with the bitch
from gang gang?

- Yeah, J-Roc's baby mama.

- Man, what the fuck
about the bitch?

Get the fuck off of me, man.

- Listen, lemme tell
you something.

You stole two Gs from my cousin.

- Man, fuck that bitch! That
bitch owes me some money!

(punches thudding)

- Stupid shit!

That's my family, nigga.

(kicks thudding)
(Los groaning)

Who's the bitch now, nigga?

(Los groaning)

Get your ass up.

- Los?

- [Los] What the fuck you want?

- What happened to you?

- [Los] Man, you know how
you motherfuckers play.

Fuck you and you too,
motherfucker.

- Look, I got your shoes
and your jewelry.

- [Los] Fuck that shit,
just lemme talk to Mike.

- I'll let you talk to him
because I think you need to.

- [Los] Fucker.

I think you need to
get the fuck on.

(intense music)

- What happened to your arm?

- Shit, man, getting
out the shower, I fell.

Let me ask you something.

What you know about sacrifices,
decisions?

Hmm, what you know
about that shit?

This shit fucking with me.

This shit fucking with me.

I'm talking about mentally.

I can't fucking think.

It's fucking, it's
fucking with me.

- [Michael] I believe
you, Los. I understand.

- Shut the fuck up!

You don't believe shit!

How the fuck you believe
something? You don't know shit!

You asking me to fucking snitch

on the same people that feed me.

The same people that
stand on business with me.

Fuck you!

- I mean maybe you right.

I'm not from the streets

and I don't know shit about
this damn street code shit.

But I know y'all
stand on business

and I stand on business too.

E does not care
about human life.

He kills children, women.

My son.

- Man, fuck you!

Stop that!
I don't wanna hear that shit!

I don't give a fuck about that.

I don't wanna hear that.

- We need your help.

- Fuck you!

Fuck you motherfucker!

You know what you
were dealing with

when you got yourself
into this shit, Michael?

You know the results
of this shit, Michael?

You did that shit!
You killed Sosa!

Fuck you!

- Yeah, I knew what I was doing.

- It's your fault!

- I knew what I was
getting myself into.

Yeah, I knew it.

But my son didn't.

He had nothing to do with this.

- Fuck!

- [Michael] Did my son
deserve to die?

- Get that shit out my-

- Did my son deserve to die?

- I don't wanna see that shit!

Get that shit out my face!
Fuck you!

- That was my boy.

My only son.

- Fuck.

Your whole ass, you owe
for this shit!

Fuck you, Michael.

- Tell me what I need to know!

- Fuck you both for this shit!

Fuck you, Mitch! Fuck!

(Los groans)

Shit, okay. Alright.

Look, if I fucking help you

will my family be
fucking protected?

- We'll put 'em in
protective custody.

We'll put 'em in
protective custody today.

24 hour surveillance.

- Shit, man. Get me a bottle
of water or Coke or something.

Fuck!
Can I get a Coke or something?

- Lemme get a bottle of water.
- Shit!

Fuck, that's me in the picture.

- And who was that?

- That's Ray.

- Where'd you meet?

- Fucking Liberty City.

Ray and Hitta used to
move work as youngins.

- Okay, how you link up?

- He seen me working,
putting in that work.

And he asked me to be
an outsider.

Ray and E link up together
using burner phones.

We get Ray, we get E.

- That's easier said than done

'cause E, he use
throwaways all the time,

so we can't keep track of him.

And how in the hell I'm
gonna get Ray's phone?

- Where's my phone?

- Mitchell bring me his phone.

- One simple phone call.

(phone clatters)

I'll be there for sure.

It's a go.

- Good work. (chuckles)

- So I'm leaving today?

- Actually I got a
little surprise for you.

A little gift.

- Finally got out that
motherfucker.

Shit.

Who's this?

Hello?

Man, hell no. I ain't
fucking with that shit.

I just got out 201. Bullshit.

What? How many?

Damn!

All right, look, fuck it.

Meet me at the spot at
nine o'clock.

Be on time, nigga.

Aight.

Fuck.

(Los muttering)

(upbeat R&B music)

Man, I got paid today.

Mm, mm.

Good day.

Who is this?

I dunno this number.

Hello?

What?

Where? What hospital?

Fuck! Okay. Okay.

I'm on the way. I'm on the way.

(upbeat R&B music)

Man.

(upbeat R&B music)

(Los pounding on door)

- Oh.

What's up, man?

- Damn, you real police today.
Huh?

- Calm down. Calm down.

But listen, come here.
- What?

- I need you to be on
your best behavior. Okay?

I got Mitchell upstairs.
Whatever.

Mitchell's upstairs.

FBI and we got DEA up there.
Alright?

- DEA?
- Yes.

- What the fuck?

- It's all right, man.
You gonna be all right.

- Shit.

- But hold on, hold on.
- What?

- I'm gonna have to-
- What's happening?

- I'm gonna have to put
you in cuffs.

- Come on.
- It's just-

- Are you fucking serious? Fuck.

- Procedure, okay?

It's only procedure.

- Bet you some of
Mitchell's bullshit, man.

- I'm just fucking with you.
(laughs)

Come on down. Cry baby ass.

- Man, you're too fucking much.

What the fuck?
What's the DEA here for?

- Just relax.

- This shirt has a
camera embedded

in the third button down.

With it, we'll be able
to be with you

every step of the way
this weekend.

- Just listen.
- Now if anything happens,

tap the button twice and we'll
be there as fast as we can.

Word of advice though,

try your absolute hardest
not to need us.

Now it's our job to get
you outta there alive,

but no one here feels obligated

to take a bullet for you either.

But again, two times, two taps.

- Fuck you, two times.

- Los, Los, calm down, man.
- Fuck.

- Listen, you good?
You gonna be alright?

- Fuck am I good?
I'ma be alright?

You turning me to a
fucking snitch.

No, I'm not alright.

What the fuck?

Take me back to my cell.

I can't do this shit.
- Listen, you not a snitch,

but you are father.

- Bro, don't fucking
use my daughter.

I'ma punch you in your
fucking shit.

- You right. You right.

I apologize. But look,
I'll cut you a deal, man.

All I need you to do is
spend three days with Ray.

That's it.

We should have everything
we need by then.

Alright?
I'll drop all the charges.

I'll drop all the charges.

- Gimme the fucking shirt, man.

You motherfuckers
don't give a fuck

about nobody but yourself.
- Listen up, Los.

Ray is gonna give you a
bag of drugs.

- Who the fuck
that's come in at?

Get the fuck out the way.
Move, fatso.

What the fuck?

(Los muttering)

- I just hope he doesn't run.

- Eh, the shirt's got a
tracker in it.

If you two don't
have the stomach

to put a bullet in his back,
I will.

- It's fine with me. (chuckles)

(dramatic hiphop music)

* Ain't no love here anymore *

* Give my heart 'til you
can't give it no more *

* I used to live here *

* Don't live here no more *

* Feeling like a plumber tired
of going through this shit *

* Like a man with no arms,
I can't give you shit *

* I gave my life to you and
I think I want it back *

* I used to ride around in
the streets with the pack *

* Now I ride around with
my dogs like a whole pack *

* Call rent-a-cops in my city *

* Man, they wanna take that *

* Mama said you hit me,
then we gotta hit back *

- Yo Ray, what's up? It's Los.

Yeah, I see it.

Okay.
The door already open for me?

I'll be up there in a minute.

Alright.

* Crazy how that world turns *

* Crazy how they hit *

* World when it's on you
we don't give a fuck *

* We gonna steal more *

* Ain't no reason *

- Ray! Bomboclat!

- Los.
- What's up, Ray?

- Hell yeah. We got eyes fellas.

That's what I'm talking about.

- Hell yeah. Yes sir.

- [Ray] Los.

- Ray.

Damn!

That's the army. Right?

I thought we were family.
Goddamn!

- [Ray] Come on.

- What the fuck?

- [Ray] Going for what?
Walk one, family.

- What's going on, Ray?

Say, Ray.

- Everything nice?
- Great.

- Yeah, man.
- So what's this me here?

You're about to be a
father for the first time?

- Yeah, I am, Ray.
- Yeah, man. Girl, huh?

- Yeah. Jasmine is her name.

- Jasmine? Yeah, man.

Congratulations and
good luck to you.

- It means a lot coming
from you, Ray.

- Yeah, man.

So Los, tell me why you
wanna become an insider?

- Shit, more money.

Plus I got another
mouth to feed.

- Yeah, man.

- And you can't tell me,
Ray, I don't deserve it.

I've been working my ass off.

- Long time soldier.
A long time soldier.

You're in the right place to
make plenty of money here.

- Yeah, I see.

- So lemme show ya.
- Okay.

- So here we have all
that different drug here.

We have our coke here.

- You see this?

You looking at thousands and
thousands in drugs and money.

- And over here, yo check this,
man.

We have our lean.

You see the clarity?

All good.

We're not mess with weed,
pills no more.

There's no money there no more.

And all the way over here, boy.

Come close. Lemme show ya.

We have the all white
fish scale there, boy.

You understand me?

- Fish scale?
- Yeah, man.

Take here some,
sugarize your boogers.

Yeah, man.

- Hold on, hold on.

Don't we got people to do this?

- Yeah man, you.

You're one gave me trust, right?

- Yeah, but I don't be boogering
my sugar then though, Ray?

You know I be-
- You sure?

- Yeah. I just be, you know?

- Yeah, man.

Listen what you're saying.

Well, get the fuck
out of my place.

- No, hold on, hold on, Ray.

- Get out my place.
- Hold on my, hold on.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

I got you. I got you.

- You can handle it?
- No problem, man.

- Yeah, man.
- Lemme booger my sugar.

I got you.

- Lemme see.
- Yeah, I got you.

I got you.

- Yeah, man! (laughs)

Real thing, this.

Yeah, man, long time soldier.

You just might be real.

So let me show you this.

Right here is where we
count the money.

My favorite part of the
operation, the money center.

So we count over $2
million a day. Right here.

- Two million?
- Two million.

- Hold up. Hold up.

How you count two million?

I thought, I'm expecting
something bigger.

You make two million off
of this little operation?

- You say you expect
something bigger, huh?

- Bigger.

(Los coughs)

(Ray chuckles)

- Small might.

The whole of Memphis is
the operation.

You get me?
- Oh.

- Orange Mound, Castalia,
South Memphis.

All of mine. Yeah, man.

- Understand.
- It's all for me.

- I got you.
- Yeah, man.

- I got you.

- Your job here will be
the overseer.

(Los coughs)

See, there are rules.

- Rules?
- To every family.

One, never steal from me.

- No stealing.
- Yeah, man. You get me?

- No stealing, man.

- Two, never put your
bloodclaat hands

on the product or the workers.

- Hey man, I see.

- Your job is to make sure

that the whole
operation run smooth.

You have any questions for me?

- Oh, why you ain't
got no cameras?

Ain't no cameras in here?

- No man, no man. No technology.

The way it is today,

can't risk the
operation being hacked.

Listen good.

No bloodclaat person is allowed
in this room with a phone.

If it's not me or Hitta,
no bloodclaat one.

You get me?

- [Los] No blood clot
person with a phone.

- Yeah, man.

Me have something for you.

- Okay. What?

I don't want no more of that.

- Yeah, man.
This goes with that.

Lemme tell you something.

Lemme say something to you.

This is me absolute
favorite gun.

You get me?

- Got you Ray. I'm on it.

- Guard it with your life

because me no tell you for
breaking those three rules,

me take this pistol and
me lick out your brain.

You get me?

- Cool, Ray, you ain't gotta
worry about none of that.

I'm on your team.

- All right. All right.

- I'm on your team.
- That's for you.

- Thank you Ray.
- Yeah, man.

So Los, you're part of
the family later.

- Thank you Ray.
- Me thank you.

- You won't regret this.

- You're not letting me down.

- Got you.
- Yeah, man.

- Next time you better have

some water for me when
I come through.

Hey Ray, you won't forget this,
Ray.

It's a new damn sheriff in town,
Ray.

- And his name is Ray Barnes.

Remember that.

- Boom claat.
- Yeah, boy.

(Mitchell clapping)

(Mitchell grunts)

(suspenseful music)

- [FBI Agent] No one here
feels obligated

to take a bullet for you either.

- [Los] You asking me to
fucking snitch

on the same people that feed me!

The same people that
stand on business with me!

- [Ray] Man, take this pistol
if you leak out your grill.

- [Jen] Just because
you didn't have a father

don't mean that our daughter
don't deserve to have one.

- [Mitchell] It's a goddamn
celebration, fellas.

Drinks on me tonight!

Yes sir. Yeah.

- Good job.
- Good job.

- Good job, yes sir.

- That's exactly-
- There he is!

Great goddamn job, son.

- Hey.
- Good job.

Proud of you.
- Los!

- Like a father to his son.

Where you going, Los?

- Don't worry about it.
I'll talk to him.

I'll talk to him.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait.

There's probably a 10% chance
he didn't fuck up that camera.

Make sure he has this
one for tomorrow.

- I got you.

- Los? Los?
- What's up, man?

- [Mitchell] That's
what I'm talking about.

- Yes sir.

- 2280 covered in pipe.

I think this is it.

It's a motherfucking hotel.
Fuck, man.

- Agent Thomas, how you doing?

This is Lieutenant Mitchell.

- [Thomas] Lieutenant
Mitchell, I'm doing good.

How you doing?
It's good to hear from you.

- Good, good.

- [Thomas] I got a quick
question for you.

What are we gonna do
about our boy Los?

- So listen, there's a
place out there

on Covent and Pike, a hotel,

and one of the
cleanup people there

is an undercover agent
that is watching him, so.

- Okay, okay.
- Yeah.

- [Thomas] Well, so we
don't have to worry

about him trying to get away

or trying to pull
nothing crazy on us then?

- Oh no, no, no, no. Uh-uh.

He's up under heavy
surveillance and we're not,

we're not even worried
about that part, no.

- Okay.
- Yeah, we watching.

- [Thomas] Well that sounds like

you got it under control then.

- Oh yes sir.

So I'll tell you what,

we'll just see you
tomorrow morning then?

- [Thomas] Okay. Alright.

That sounds like a plan.
I'll catch you then.

- Okay, thanks. Alright.
- Okay. Alright.

(suspenseful music)

- Los?

Los?

Los!

- Man, get the fuck off of me.

- Calm down.
- Man, fuck you.

The old ass lieutenant playing
and cracking jokes and shit.

- Mitchell.
- This is my life, bro.

- Mitchell is just
fucking with you, man.

- Man, fuck Mitchell.
- He's trying to get

under your skin, bro.

All right? Calm down.

Put this shirt on.

I need you to take this
for tomorrow, alright?

- We gotta do this shit again?

- We only got two more days,
bro.

- Fuck!

- What I tell you?
I promise you.

I'm gonna get you outta there.

Alright?
- Fuck.

- Now listen, did you
learn anything else?

- Yeah, look, at the
back of the warehouse.

It's a door that I control.

I can leave that jarred open
so your team can get in.

- Okay.

- Just in case it's
an emergency.

- I'll let 'em know, man.
Good job, bro.

- Fuck you. Let's go.

Let's get this shit over with,
man.

- I got you.

(suspenseful music)

- Fuck.

Exactly what I need. Shit.

Fuck, goddamn customers.

Just when I was smoking
my fucking blunt,

I gotta do some work.

Come on.

Damn sexy, you again? Go ahead.

Damn.

Come on.

Now why you bringing that
big ass purse?

Lemme see it.

Now if you say something,

you got to bring your
ass back down in there.

You might be getting a
pound or something.

They got it for you up there,
shit.

Hey, what's up B-Wood.
What's up, homie?

Good to see you, man.

I like the moves you
making out there.

They expecting you up
there anyway, yeah.

(door clicks shut)

- We're gonna stake out
right here for now

while they watch back
at the precinct.

Just in case Los needs backup.

- Okay.

- So we definitely
can go bigger.

Yeah, man. Yeah, man.

Orange Mountain, Castalia,
definitely Castalia.

Now North Memphis.

You know, me, I need
you and Hitta

to go up on the North Side.

Take them everything here
just to be safe.

Yeah, man.

Good work. Good work.

(suspenseful music)

(money counter whirring)

- Everything okay, Ray?

- Yeah, man. Yeah, man.

Everything okay, boy.
- You sure?

- Yeah, man.
- Okay cool.

- Do you have your gun on you?

- Oh, it's upstairs.
Lemme go get it.

- Yeah, go upstairs.

Yeah, man. Go.

(cellphone buzzing)

Hold on, hold on, hold on,
hold on.

Come here. Come here.

Yeah, man. Come here, Los.

- [Los] What? What's going on?

- It's the bloodclaat
thief right here.

You understand me? Yeah, man.

- What the fuck?
- Yeah, man.

So you know what about that,
hmm?

You know what I go on right now?

- No, I'm lost.
- Get out.

Relax yourself. Relax yourself.

Relax yourself.

- Yeah, relax.

- Give him the gun.
- What?

- Don't worry, boy.
Give him the gun.

Yeah, man. It's a first
time for everything.

Yeah man, you shoot this
bitch right now.

- Me?

- You say you wanna
be an insider.

- Shit!

- I'm calling in backup.

- Hold on, wait a minute.

Now we didn't come this far
to take down his sidekicks.

We came to take down the boss.

When we take him down, we take
down the whole organization.

- Are you asking me to
just sit here

and do absolutely nothing?

- She's a goner anyway.

If he doesn't kill her,
they both die.

- Are you asking me to
just sit here

and just let an
innocent woman die?

- I'm asking you to help me
cage a wild dog, a psychopath.

Now you know like I know
sacrifices have to be made.

- You say you are a gangster.

- Ray, let's talk.
- You say y'all want in.

- I'm in. I'm in.

- Blow this bitch's head away.

- Right now?
- If not, boy,

he going to kill you.

- What the fuck you think?

- Don't know what you're
fucking looking at me for.

Newsflash, asshole.

This is not a three strike game.

We fucked up once, we lose
him again, it is over.

Now get off that fucking
high horse of yours

and do your job or get
the fuck out.

- Michael, you've been
working with him.

You need to talk to him

because I don't want
nothing to do with this.

I'm outta here.

This isn't right.
This is not right.

- We didn't come here to
play superhero.

Now to capture a monster,
we have to hunt like one.

- You're doing the right thing.

- Units standby.

Go in.

- Are you sure?

- I said go in, goddamn it!

- Fuck!

- Fuck!

Hope you're happy with yourself.

(suspenseful music)

- Prove yourself.

Just say you have a
daughter to feed.

- Wait, let's talk about this.

- Just say you have a
family to feed.

- I do, Ray, but I-

- What you said for, boy.

You say you have a
daughter to feed.

Shoot this motherfucking
girl right now.

- [Los] I know it's
a better way.

- Yeah, only way.

One way. My way.

You understand me?

Shoot!

- Fuck!

- Tell him to drop that
motherfucker!

Drop it!

(all shouting)

- You bloodclaat informer there!

Yeah, boy.

Man not live long.

You not live long, you
understand me?

You can't hide, boy!
You not can hide, boy!

- Here's a
motherfucking investigation

going down the goddamn drain.

I can't believe this bullshit!

- If you got something
to say, just say it.

- Well, I'ma fucking say it.

You blowed years of
hard fucking work

over a goddamn cokehead.

- She wasn't about to
die on my watch.

- The bitch was already dead!

- You can go fuck yourself!

- You two break it up.
- Goddamn!

- Break it up, break it up.

We don't have time for this.

He is out there planning
his next move.

- And whose fault is
that exactly?

- And we need to be
prepared for it.

We need to come up with a
plan and I mean and quick.

You feel me?

- I'm all ears.

- What's all the fucking
yelling about?

What's the commotion?
What the fuck I miss?

- Well, the phone's gone.

Ray won't talk and we're
generally fucked.

- Phone? This phone?

- What? How? When did you?

- Seen my opportunity,
so I took it.

Doing your fucking job again,
huh Mitch?

- Good job, Los.
- Never.

- Mr. Lonely y'all.
- You a free man.

- Thank you.

- [Mitchell] But I'm
sure we'll see you again.

- Not in this lifetime.

Thank you fellas. See you again.

Hey Mitchell, I got
something for you.

Fuck you. (laughs)

- You wanna wash his
car with this?

- Yeah, gimme that shirt.

- It's a shame he was leaving.

He was just starting
to grow on me.

- Fuck him.

We finally got him.

- Yeah, we appreciate your
assistance, Lieutenant.

- No hard feelings?

- No hard feelings.

Take care, Lieutenant.

- Just a job, right?
- Just a job.

- Alright.
- Hey.

- Hey, tell Derrick and
Michael to take care.

- Okay, I'll do that.
- Alright. Alright.

(upbeat hiphop music)

- Agent Thomas, it's
Lieutenant Mitchell.

- [Thomas] Hey Lieutenant
Mitchell. How you doing?

- I'm doing great.
- That's good. That's good.

Look here, now that we
got this phone,

we need to be able to do
these records.

Were you able to get the
subpoena from the judge?

- So we're currently
waiting on the judge

to sign off on the warrant

so we can review the
phone record.

So once he does that, I'll be
reaching back out to you guys.

You know, it's been a lot
of things going on this week

and I had to end up
sending Michael home

until we can get
everything resolved.

- [Thomas] Okay, okay.

I understand that. Well,
give us a call, man.

Agent Jackson, you know, we'll
be waiting to hear from you.

- Good deal.
Thanks, appreciate you.

- Okay, have a good one.
- Bye.

(solemn music)

(car rumbling)

- Detective, glad you
could make it.

I was just sitting here
telling your pretty wife

how beautiful she is.

- Let 'em go.

- Ah, ah, ah.

We don't want to make no
mess in here now do we?

Put that gun down.

I said put it down.

Yeah. That's a good boy.

- Daddy!

- You better hold that
little bitch tight

before I shoot you both.
- Stay right here, okay?

- Baby, baby, listen to me,
okay?

I need you to be a big girl
and just stand right there.

Alright? Just be still.

Can you do that for Daddy?

- Okay.
- Okay?

- You wearing a wire?

- No.
- Don't lie.

- I said I'm not.

- It's too bad.

I wanted him to see my face.

- Who?

- Thomas.

Them two dead agents
is on his head.

He should have known not
to play with me like that.

- [Michael] I'll tell him.

- And about your son, Davin.

- Andrew, motherfucker.

His name is Andrew.

- You know that was just
business, right?

Wasn't personal.
You know that, right?

- So was Sosa.

(E chuckles)

- I did my research on you.

You good at what you do.

Seems like me and you
are just alike.

Gods of our crafts.

- Gods? Man, you a monster.

- No, monsters what the
system created.

What you expect? Huh?

Put us in an environment
not to survive,

we'll survive by any
means necessary.

- So you ain't do it
for the money?

- (chuckles) That too.

Look at here, you
running short on time

and a man of your profession
is used to offering deals.

So got one for you.

One of 'em staying with me
and I don't care who stays.

You take your pick.

Nigga, I will push you.

- I'm more valuable anyway.

- A cop as a hostage is suicide.

They'll shoot us both.

Now pick before I do.

This bitch or that one?

- Just, just take me please.
Just take me.

Baby, stop.

Look, we can't lose
another child.

We already lost Drew.

Oh, come on Kayla.

Come on. Come on.

Just go over to your
daddy. It's gonna be okay.

Okay? Just go.

- [Michael] Come on, baby.

(suspenseful music)

- Farewell, Detective.

- Now Tiffany.

(elbow thuds)

(gunshots blasting)

(intense music)

Body for a body, huh?

(gunshots blasting)

- [Tiffany] Baby!

- It's over, baby.

Fly high, baby boy.

You know your daddy loves you.

I'm gonna make you proud.

I promise I'm gonna take care
of your mama and your sister.

Look out for me, baby.

* Oh Lord, my trouble so hard *

* Oh Lord, my trouble so hard *

* Nobody knows my
troubles but God *

* Don't nobody know *

* Only God could judge me *

* How the hell you
gonna judge me *

* You can't judge me *

* I ain't a killer but I
hope you don't push me *

* And if you want me, you
gotta come and get me *

* Me and this family
trying to get this money *

* Better back up on me player *

* Because you gonna get
only problems *

* I gotta stick up in there *

* Coming there to
surely solve it *

* Don't kick it in the
streets like it's on karate *

* We got that dog who gotta
give it to the doggest *

* And I can't trust nobody *

* And I can't trust a soul *

* Better watch your back when
you out here getting on *

* If you take miles,
walk again *

* Let's get it on *

* I gave it to you *

* To stay in heaven
singing a different song *

* I'm stepping here *

* Use my enemies for
stepping stones *

* And if I'm right, I'm right *

* You should know but
God, I right my wrongs *

* My troubles have
bred troubles *

* And trouble is all
around you *

* Sorry to trouble you *

* We live in the trouble zone,
homie *

* Oh Lord, my trouble so hard *

* Oh Lord, my trouble so hard *

* Don't nobody know my
troubles but God *

* Don't nobody know my
troubles but God *

* My mama told me better
them angels 'round you *

* The way you moving you got
a lot demons 'round you *

* And when I take the shades
down I can see it now *

* But thank God I got it, man *

* Let's do it 'cause
they rolled up *

* They tried to rob my *