All language subtitles for Unsolved.S01E04.WEBRip.x264-ION10

- Previously on "Unsolved"...
- Who do we have something on?

Corey Edwards.

Not Southside but very close
with all the players.

I looked up every known
address Corey's ever used,

and who pops up
but Corey's ex's new squeeze,

Mr. Ed Luff.

Ed Luff is Corey Edwards.

What's up, dog?

Been waiting for you
to come back through.

You gotta meet these homies
I've been shadowing.

I'd stay away, Duke.

Any reason why Dupree would be

visiting a known
narcotics dealer?

If you're asking me
if I can trust Dupree,

the answer is yes,
absolutely, 100%.

- What the hell is this?
- That looks like our report.

There's not a single mention
of anything that alludes

to cops even being
involved in Death Row,

much less Biggie
and Tupac's murder.

You went around
Internal Affairs, right?

You wanna put that
in your report?

It would be easier to do
if you had my back.

Writing a report like that
is me having your back,

you ungrateful prick.

I got a viable suspect
on my bank robbery.

It's a cop... one of ours.

- Mack's in there?
- SIS tailed him.

Guy's wanted for bank robbery,

and he's grocery shopping.

Yeah, maybe he's stocking up
for a life on the run.

- What's the plan?
- Simple.

He comes out. He gets arrested.
We call it a day.

Mack is a cop.

Don't be surprised if he wants

to go out shooting.

We've been at this for
two weeks, 12 hours a day.

You're killing me, man.

I could start smoking again.

Corey Edwards, please visit
your daughter on her birthday

so we can make you roll
on Keefe D.

Come on, you're our only lead.
Please.

Hey, I think we got something.

What? Is that him?

Can't see his face.

Maybe Corey's doing
the old "drop and dash"?

He ain't seen his kid since
we've been looking for him.

Would you stay for cake?

Go, go, go.

Hit it!

Requesting car stop
for possible fugitive.

Blue Chevy Caprice.

California, three, John, Robert,

queen, one, five, eight.

What would you do
with all that money?

I'd buy a boat.

- A boat?
- Yeah, a boat.

- That's a terrible investment.
- Says you.

What about you, Russ?

What would you get
with 700 grand?

He's all pouty.
He's pissed 'cause the feds

won't test Mack's car
for gunpowder residue.

An Impala...
The exact same model

used in the Biggie murder,
come on.

The car had nothing to do
with the bank robbery,

and you can't
connect it to Biggie.

We also found
ninemillimeter ammo, okay?

Also the same used...
That doesn't mean anything.

Doesn't mean a thing.
Mack had a shrine to Tupac.

It was a poster, Russ.

Come on, Corey, don't run.

Sir, I'm gonna need you
to turn off the car.

Police! Freeze!

- Get your hands up!
- Do not move.

Get your hands up now!

Do it now!

- Do not move.
- Do not move.

Got him.

Officer Mack, you're
under arrest for bank robbery.

Take your best shot.

It's not Corey Edwards.

God damn it.

Let's go.

Hey, Daryn Dupree?

Daryn Dupree?

How well does he
really know you?

Better than you.

- Aw.
- Better go and save him.

This is the right address,
right?

Yeah, all right.

I'm sure he's here somewhere.

No Donna?

No, man, she had to take Dane

to a baseball tournament
three hours away.

I don't get it, man. He's 14,
and he ain't going pro.

JoJo, this is Greg Kading.
We work together.

How you doing?

Keep my cousin safe, all right?

Always.

Look familiar?

JoJo Moore. Shotcaller.

He's not the only member
of my family in the dope game.

Some of them are here,
some still in the pen.

That doesn't bother me.

How about Tyndall?

What about Tyndall?

Yeah, after we went
to go see Trevon in County.

What, you think I don't know
what you guys talked about?

Look, I talked to him.

There are no issues.
He trusts you.

But I asked you pointblank
what you talked about,

and you told me nothing.

I gotta be able
to trust you too.

Look, man, when I was a kid,

my stepdad rented a camper

and took me and my mom
on a vacation to Mexico.

It was the best trip I ever had.

And then coming back
across the border,

the police pull us over, and
they find two kilos of cocaine.

He left me and my mom stranded.

So yeah, maybe I should've
told you about Tyndall,

but when it comes to family
in the dope game,

I get it, bro.

I'm sure the brass will
tell you that's a great story

about you overcoming
your tough childhood.

But LAPD don't work like that
when you look like me.

I take it that Corey Edwards

is still our best shot
at Keefe D.

What's the next move?

Well, we struck out
at his daughter's house.

I'm guessing maybe the school?

Well, if Corey didn't show
on her birthday,

I'm pretty sure
he's not in the PTA.

Well, maybe we'll find
his address

or phone number
somewhere in her file.

They're gonna give that
to us without a warrant?

Maybe not to you guys.

Come on.

- Ms. Gower.
- Can I help you?

I hope so. Daryn Dupree.

I'm with the LAPD, and I'd like
to ask you some questions.

What's this about?

Is there a Taylor Edwards
in your class?

Yes, is something wrong?

No, actually,
I'm looking for her father,

Corey Edwards.

He's a fugitive.

- Mr. Dupree, I...
- Please.

It's Daryn.

I never divulge personal
information about my students.

He's wanted
for cocaine trafficking.

Especially on drug charges.

Schools shouldn't be used
to tear families apart.

I understand.

I wouldn't want you
to do anything

that makes you feel
uncomfortable.

- I appreciate that.
- This is my little angel.

She's eight, same as Taylor.

Now, I can't tell you
if Corey Edwards

is dangerous or not.
I don't know.

But I do know if my girl
was at any risk,

I'd want the people
who care about her

to help keep her safe.

Is there anything
that you can tell me?

Taylor's having
a birthday party this weekend.

Her birthday was last week.

We celebrated it in class,

but she passed out
party invites to the kids.

That's all I know.

Thank you.

I don't know, homeboy,
you know I'm sayin'?

But I'll tell you like this.

We gonna bust some ass
for the '93 shot.

Right, these motherfuckers
don't understand

we ain't from around here.

That's all right,
you know I'm sayin'?

'Cause we ain't takin' no
shorts, you know I'm sayin'?

Compton meets the motherfuckin'
Bay Town, nigga.

So step the fuck off.

They're the bad guys.

Yo, Pac, let me ask you
something, man.

What's that nigga do?

ManMan? That's my road manager.

He do everything.
I work hard for this.

I want you to know that.

Why don't you let
Jimmy Henchman take the wheel?

We making shit happen.

I feel you, but right now,
I'm about the work,

not the business.

That's what I'm saying.

That's exactly
what I'm talking about.

We want you to do your thing

while I'm out there taking you
to the next level.

Who that?

This girl from Nell's.

Shorty from the dance floor?

What she want?

What you think? To see me.

A'ight.

'Cause, you know, I ain't
come over here to watch you

scribble in your notebook.

I'm here to see Tupac Shakur.

- Name, please.
- Ayanna Jackson.

Yes, Mr. Shakur.

Um, Ayanna Jackson
is here to see you.

Okay.

Do you know where you're going?

Yeah.

Somebody help me! Somebody...

They raped me!

- Hey, it's okay!
- Help me!

Shakur! You're under arrest.

Put your hands
on top of your head.

Turn around.

This is some bullshit.

Look at her in her prom dress.

You got a lawyer back there?

Yo, get your hands off me.
You know who I am?

Get him out of here.

Yeah, Wallace.

Nothing? Thank you.

Hey, you wanted to see me,
Lieutenant?

- Have a seat, Russ.
- Hey.

I'm taking you off
the Christopher Wallace case.

What?

What... why? Why?

It's clear you guys
aren't on the same page.

Mmhmm.

And you made this decision
without hearing my side?

Russ, he knows about
the cops and Death Row.

And if it looked like
they had anything to do

with the Biggie murder at all,
I'd be the one off the case.

Come on, we barely even
pursued those leads.

Because we don't have
any real evidence, Russ.

Fred has a plan going forward,

and I think it's
the right way to go.

Okay.

Um...

what is it?

We go back to the beginning.

And we talk to everyone
who was close with Wallace,

starting with his widow,
Faith Evans.

- Fishing.
- It's not fishing.

- That's your plan?
- It's not fishing, Russ.

Why don't you pick
a name out of a hat, man?

You have great ideas
and no evidence to back it up...

None.

And I'm... for the record,

I really am sorry
this didn't work out, okay?

I am. I mean that.

I assume we're done here.

Sit down.

Look, this isn't a demotion.

Yeah, right.

You wanna go after dirty cops?

Well, you just arrested one.

- David Mack.
- Mack.

Come on, he's in jail.
The feds have it.

It's closed.

We still don't know
who his two accomplices were.

So, what, you think
they're cops too, sir?

What do you think?

I think, um... yeah, if I'm Mack,

I do want people I can trust,
and so it's possible.

I want you and Tyndall
to look into it.

Think you can do that for me,
Russ?

Do you think you can do that
for me, Russ?

- Yes. Yes, sir.
- Thank you.

I swear, I'm... I'm invisible
to bartenders.

And she knows you have a gun.

I'm probably the only one
in here who's not a cop.

That's funny. Hi.

Thank you.

No.

I'm finally starting
to put it together.

Death Row, dirty cops.
But they won't...

They don't want me
to find out the answers

to my questions.

Larson put you on David Mack.

That's a huge case.

No, you don't understand.

It's the FBI's show now.

Tyndall and I are there
to check off boxes.

Well, you said it yourself.

You can't connect the dots yet.

No, I can't.

And if Mack really had
something to do

with Biggie's murder, don't you
think you'd figure it out?

Maybe everyone just needs that
one thing that convinces them.

Thank you...

for listening to me.

Someone has to.

Well... you know.

Hey, it's fine.

- Don't worry.
- Keys.

No. No, no.

You're just gonna
drive home drunk

like the rest
of the cops in here?

No, I am not.

I'm a Boy Scout. Thank you.

- Come on, man, tell me.
- There's nothing to tell.

First the teacher
shuts you down,

and then she cops
to a birthday party?

How'd you do it?

That's it?

Learned it from my man
Rich McCauley.

Brother was smooth.

What's that?

- What it looks like. Trash.
- Corey Edwards' ex's.

You guys are gonna
go through it.

- Shit.
- No, no.

Cool. No, no, hey.

You can learn a lot about people
from what they throw away.

Right, like where a kid's
birthday party is gonna be.

Man, this is bullshit.

Me and Greg did most
of the stakeouts.

Trust me, you guys
are getting off easy.

- Where's Justine?
- Tied up in court.

Lucky for her.

Happy dumpster diving, boys.

That's some nasty shit.

Yo, get that, Blondie.
You get it.

Are you fucking serious?

Don't we have people
to do this shit?

Where were you
on November 6, 1997?

Wasn't that long ago.
Do you remember?

I do not recall.

Well, let's see
if we can jog your memory.

- Hey, how's it going?
- Hey.

First, the FBI won't test
Mack's Impala.

Now they're just letting him
walk all over 'em.

Relax, Russ.

We'll get our shot at Mack
when they're through with him.

Mr. Mack, what's the nature
of your relationship

with Errolyn Romero?

- Evelyn?
- Errolyn. Errolyn Romero.

She's the assistant manager
at Bank of America near USC.

Never heard of her.

Well, she says
you were her boyfriend.

I'm a married man.

She also stated that you
instructed her to order

twice as much cash
as the bank needed

and that on November 6, 1997,
you entered the vault

and removed the cash
at gunpoint.

Sounds like Evelyn's been
watching too many movies.

Come on, look at that.

He's just toying with her.

It doesn't matter.

We got three witnesses
at the bank that ID him.

I gotta...
I gotta go back to RHD.

Can you...

Can I ask him about
the accomplices? Yeah.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, go ahead.

- Just the accomplices, Russ.
- No, I got it.

Go. I got it.

You took a sick day.

Took one the day after too.

My kids brought home
a stomach bug.

Three days later, you took
a little trip, didn't you?

If you say so.

Yeah, went to Vegas
with a couple of cop buddies...

Sammy Martin, Rafael Perez.

Yeah, we went to see
the Holyfield fight.

Couldn't score any tickets.

That against the law?
Who are you protecting?

I remember you.

You're the one that cuffed me.
Yeah.

And this is you.

Who's the other gunman?

And who was driving the van?
Was it Perez?

And did you all work together
at Death Row security

with Gaines and McCauley?

- What?
- You heard me.

Did you work security
for Death Row Records?

Answer my question.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I don't work for Death Row.
I don't rob banks.

I'm a police officer.

- Are you?
- Yeah.

Or are you a member
of the Bloods?

I got a photo of me
at Disney wearing mouse ears.

Doesn't make me Mickey.

What the hell
was that gang bullshit?

Trying to get him to talk.

We don't need him to talk.
We've got three eyewitnesses.

- Take your best shot.
- Excuse me?

Mack said,
"Take your best shot," to me

when I arrested him,
and you know why?

He doesn't care
about the bank robbery.

He's going to jail.

The judge will give him
15 years.

He'll get out in eight.

He pulled off one of
the biggest bank robberies

in LA history... over $700,000.

That's 90 grand a year
to sit in jail.

So you're saying a cop
is willing

to do an eightyear bid... a cop?

I don't think he's just a cop.

I think he's a member
of the Bloods,

which means he is protected.

You don't know any of that.

Test his Impala, okay?

If you can connect him
to the murder of Biggie Smalls,

you will see him scared.

He will tell you
whatever you want.

You show me some evidence,

not some theory with
absolutely no basis in fact.

God.

Have you found the money yet?

Stay away from this case.

I don't want you talking
to Mack, his friends, no one.

Hey, I need to see
who's visited David Mack.

Thank you.

- Mr. Shakur.
- Mr. Shakur.

You wanna tell us what's
happening inside there?

Is she... is she actually lying?

Sexual abuse, sodomy,
illegal weapons possession.

These charges against my client
are quite frankly ridiculous...

Total fiction.

And thankfully, you're seeing
that come out in this trial.

That's all. Let's go, Pac.

You take all my money.
Now I can't talk for myself?

I'm guilty of a lot of things.

I'm guilty of probably being
a male chauvinist pig.

I'm guilty of not caring about
people as much as I should.

But I'm not guilty of rape.

- But the charges...
- But the charges...

Read the charges.

Where are the people
who did this?

They was in the same
hotel room as me.

Why am I the only one
that's in court?

- Are you angry at them?
- I'm not angry at them.

It's just the system.

I just don't wanna be
the scapegoat.

I'm selling records.

You understand what I'm saying?
This is my image.

This is my business.

This is not
who I'm supposed to be.

This is not who I'm
supposed to be.

Yeah, New York City.
You know what it is.

"Friday Night Street Jam."
Funkmaster Flex.

And in the house with me is
the man with the ill, hectic,

underground buzz, Biggie Smalls.

Yeah, yeah, representing
Brooklyn to the fullest.

Now, where exactly
do you hail from?

BedStuy, Brooklyn.
Fulton Street.

Nothing sweet
about Fulton Street.

Nothing at all.

Tell me about the album.
You got a title for it yet?

Yeah, yeah, the album
called "Ready to Die."

- Whoa.
- Nah.

See, people hear
"Ready to Die," they like,

"Yo, this dude
trying to kill hisself?"

It ain't nothing like that,
you know what I'm sayin'?

It just means I'm willing
to go 100%.

When I was on the block,
I was hustlin' every day,

waking up, putting drugs in my
pocket, know what I'm sayin'?

I wasn't worried about
the police, stickup kids,

competition... nothing.

I was basically
ready to die, man.

That's what I love about you,
that you are true hiphop.

True ghetto basement hiphop.

Yo, I just wanna
keep it real right quick

and give mad love
to my man Tupac.

He on trial right now
for something he ain't do.

He did nothing at all,
and we gonna leave it at that.

No doubt, no doubt.

Rumor has it that we might
get a freestyle going.

Yeah, yeah,
no question, no question.

You got a minute now
to scramble,

get your tape deck ready,

'cause we're about to get it on.

Come on, Big.

You wanna get us kicked out?

I'm just trying
to show my girl Brooknam.

You been showing me Brooklyn.

Every day, I've been
running around

with you and your friends.

How about I show you Jersey?

- Jersey.
- Yeah.

What I'ma do in Jersey?

Well, what, you wanna stay
in Brooklyn your whole life?

No.

There's fresh air in Jersey.

There's houses. There's trees.

How real can your music be

if you wake up to birds
and crickets?

Brooklyn is the illest.

You know, you're the type
of girl I would marry.

I've only known you a week.

Eight days.

I'm just giving it
to you straight.

You'll see.

You'll see.

Ms. Evans, I'm Detective Miller.

Um...

All those people,
all these months later,

and you don't even
have a suspect.

No, no, we don't.

And we're all
very frustrated about it,

and we appreciate you coming in.

Um, you were at
the Petersen that night.

And what did you see?
Did you see anything?

They shut the party down,
so I left.

I didn't hear Biggie was shot

until I got
to another party after

and they told me
I had to go to the hospital.

Okay, did you, um...

did you see Mr. Wallace
at all that night?

I mean, I know you two
were estranged and...

Okay, I didn't mean
to imply anything.

I just...

I know how difficult
this must be for you.

Do you?

I'm sure,

Big knew how you felt about him.

It's sad people believe
what they read in the tabloids.

'Cause the truth is, Big and I,

we loved each other
until the end.

Is there anything else
you wanna add or...

Yeah.

That list of,

people at the party that night
that you asked for.

Maybe one of them knows
something, saw something.

I just wanna help.

Of course. Thank you.

Thank you for coming in.

Excuse me, who's...

Who's Zip Martin?

CJ's godfather. Why?

Well, you wrote him down
right under Sean Combs.

Does Zip work at Bad Boy?

I don't really know him
that well.

You'll have to ask Puff.

Man of the night,
your host, Puffy Combs.

All right, all right, all right.

Hey, hey, yo.

Let's give some love
to the birthday boy.

Whoo!

That's right,
we got Big in the house.

Give him some love!

All right, all right, all right.

Okay.

Yo, yo.

- Puffy!
- Yeah!

I just wanna thank all of y'all

for coming out here tonight
to wish me a happy birthday.

Thank you, dear.

You know,

Big, it's you.

This your year.

This... this is
your eternity, baby.

Forever. You feel me?

Many blessings to all of you.

Let's burn this mother down.
What?

Hey, yo!

Hey, yo!

Here we go.

What's up, baby? How you doing?

On trial for some bullshit
I ain't do.

That's how I'm doing.

Yo, NYPD's framing you, man.
Everybody know that shit.

Well, I hope the jury knows it.

Hey, hey.

I wanna introduce you
to my lady, Faith.

Faith, this my only friend
in this business.

- What's up?
- Hi. Lady?

Never heard Big say that
about anyone.

Yeah, he's been getting
some crazy ideas in his head.

Aw. Yo, you gotta
hear her voice, Duke.

She a church girl,
so she got it from the choir.

So you know how that be.

I'ma go talk to Mary, okay?

- A'ight, cool.
- Nice to meet you.

She crazy, right?

Yo, Big, what the fuck?

Y'all know I ain't do shit
to that girl.

And you got Haitian Jack here
popping bottles with your crew

like y'all homeboys.
It ain't like even that.

- So what is it, then?
- We ain't go to Jack.

- Jack came to us.
- All right.

He don't even like rap.
He like rappers.

Didn't Madonna introduce y'all?
What that tell you, man?

It tells me he hopped
from one rapper to another

and you're cool with it.

Yo, dog, I told you, Jack
ain't no movie gangsta, dog.

Yo, yo.

Yo. My nigga.

My man, look,
we been talking, right?

Me and Jimmy been talking.

We gotta get you on that
Lil Shawn record, a'ight?

That's one of his artists.
He a fan.

Do you remember... he's...

Hey, what's up, Big?

'Sup, man?

- Yo, it's all you.
- Think I should split?

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah.

Fred.

Russ, can't get into it
with you right now.

I'm running kinda late here.

Hey, I need
to look over my notes

from our interview
with Michael Robinson.

- That's Psycho Mike.
- Yeah.

But you're working
the bank robbery, right?

I got a lead
on the Biggie case...

- No, no.
- I just need to check...

- No, Russ.
- Fred.

I don't have an agenda here,
okay?

I'm just trying to help out
any way I can.

I know you wanna solve this case
as much as I do, just...

Okay, I got a lead from Faith.

You know, Biggie's widow?

Do you know
who Eric "Zip" Martin is?

Should I?

Well, Zip is the godfather
to Faith and Biggie's son.

- Okay.
- Okay.

And when I asked her about him,
she got all nervous.

So I called NYPD.

It turns out that Zip
is a Harlem drug dealer,

he's tight with Puffy,

and he's connected
with the Crips out here.

And you think he... you think
he might know something?

I'm headed to New York
to ask Mr. Combs

that very thing right now.

Wow, that's so great, Fred,
but, before you go,

the... the notes.
Those are my notes.

That's my system.

Knock yourself out, but please
don't screw up my system.

Don't screw up this sys...
Okay, thank you.

That's it.

This is a waste of time.

Jeez, would you look at all
the meat left on there?

You guys know the average
American throws away 250 pounds

of edible food each year?

How the hell are we
supposed to find

where this kid's party is
in all this shit?

Look for todo lists,
credit card receipts,

cell phone bills...

Somebody needs
to tell this woman

coffee grounds make
excellent fertilizer.

Look, I put that
right on my garden.

You think the LAPD really
wants us to solve this thing?

Come on, you don't buy
that cop conspiracy shit.

- You told me...
- It doesn't mean

the department doesn't have
anything to hide.

Now, I gotta give Kading
some credit.

I mean, he's trying.

But when this shit
goes south for good,

he's not gonna make any waves.
He's not the type.

And this case is right back
where it started:

A bunch of suspects, no arrest.

Hey, you guys know what else

you can find
looking through the trash?

- What?
- Messedup party invitations.

"Please join us to celebrate
Taylor's eighth birthday

at Joe's Crab Shack."

Well, the invite says that
the party's today at 3:00,

but it doesn't give an address.

Which is why we found it
in the trash, I guess.

Which Crab Shack is it?

The girl lives in Corona.
There's one there.

And Redondo, Long Beach,
and Garden Grove.

I looked that up.
I didn't just know that.

Okay, so, what,
do we stake them all out

with backup?

Who's paying for this party?

I'm willing to bet
that it's Corey's folks.

They live in Long Beach.

And if they're paying for it,

you think they're gonna
drive an hour too?

Long Beach it is.

All right, you two go to Corona.

Increase our odds.

All right, let's go.

Walk with me.

Okay.

You wanna tell me what happened

at Mack's interrogation?

You talked to the FBI?

I talked them out of
reporting you to the brass.

It doesn't matter. I have proof.

Proof of what?

Mack's connection
to the Biggie murder.

Hey, Russ!

I know about the Impala

and the picture
of Mack in the suit.

I was at the raid.

What about the sick days?

Mack took days off before
and after the bank robbery.

He did the same thing
before the Biggie murder.

It's all circumstantial.

You don't have a single witness
that puts Mack at the Petersen.

You're right, I don't.

But thanks to Mack,
I have a suspect.

Here is our suspect.
Closecropped haircut.

Suit, bow tie.

Fred and I talked
to an informant who said that.

Biggie's shooter was named Amir.

Take a look at who visited Mack
when he was in jail.

- Amir Muhammad.
- Yeah.

Well, I hate to break it
to you, Russ, but like Impalas,

there's a hell of a lot
of Amirs in LA.

Which is why I pulled

Amir Muhammad's
driver's license.

Everybody thinks Tupac
and Biggie are the victims

of a gang war between the
Bloods and the Crips, right?

I now have a dirty cop
who may be a Blood

owning the same vehicle
used in the Biggie murder

visited by a man matching the
shooter's description and name.

All I want is to check Mack's
Impala for gunshot residue.

If this is not enough, what is?

I'll talk to Larson.

Good call, Dupers.

Don't pop the champagne yet.
Any sign of Dad?

There.

Been dogging the law for
five years, and we got his ass.

It looks like
Corey's ride is here.

I'll go get him. Wait a minute.

It's the girl's birthday.

You're not gonna arrest
her father like this.

You gotta be kidding me.

Wait until the party breaks up,

and then we're gonna
pull him over.

You wanna risk a highspeed chase

to save some little
girl's feelings? No.

Come on, man, you're gonna
make this little girl suffer

for her daddy's mistakes?

Okay, fine.

How do you like that?
That's your favorite.

Yeah, it's really good.

They did it better this time.

I think it's 'cause
it's my birthday.

Yeah, I think it's 'cause
it's your birthday.

Eight years old, girl!

Hey, how you...
How old do you feel?

You feel eight?
Yes, I feel even older now.

Hey, that's my baby. Mwah!

Let's go to the bathroom.

Turn around.

Look, man, you really think I
came strapped to a kid's party?

Corey Edwards, you're
under arrest for conspiracy

to transport cocaine.
You have the right to remain...

You a bitchass cop.

Really make you feel good,
brother,

arresting me in front
of my baby girl?

What's your daughter's
teacher's name?

What?

Your baby girl.

What's her teacher's name?

She tall? Short?

What's your daughter's
favorite song?

What's her best friend's name?

Take your damn sweatshirt off.

Why?

So she ain't gotta see you
wearing these cuffs.

You wanted to see me, sir?

Sit down.

This about the Biggie case?

Did you allow
a civilian to drive

your department vehicle home
from a bar the other night?

It's a serious violation.
Yes or no?

Yes.

Yes, II let,
Grace Kim drive me home.

Would you prefer I drove drunk,
Lieutenant?

The rule is black and white.

It's an automatic suspension.

I get it.
This is about the Biggie case.

What?

Come on, I'm finding connections

between cops
and Death Row Records.

The Department doesn't wanna
hear about it,

so you're gonna drop, what,
some joke regulation me?

Russ, if you had a shred of
evidence here, we wouldn't be...

Mack's friend Amir Muhammad
should be a suspect, sir.

Fred will follow up on that.

Look, my hands are tied here.

But you can stay
on the Mack case

until you appeal this
with the chief.

I'll take the suspension.
No appeal, sir.

I don't want the LAPD
to have anything over me.

You got a lot
of vacation time piled up.

I can call it that in your file.

Russ.

There he is.

Set my man up here.

- Grey Goose on the rocks.
- Me too.

Hell of a day.

You ain't kidding.

Let's just hope that a night
in jail softens Corey up.

We need him to give us Keefe D.
Right?

Is something on your mind?

You said that you were,
friends with Richard McCauley.

Yeah.

He died a few years ago, though.

I hadn't talked to him
in, like, forever.

I worked security with him
at a party once.

- For Death Row?
- No.

There were some Death Row guys
there, though.

Shit made me uncomfortable.

What about McCauley?

I guess he got seduced.

Did you ever hear anything
that would make you think

that the cops

might've been involved in
some way with Biggie's murder?

If I did, I would've told you.

Trust. Remember?

Look, I'm down.

But I don't want no check.

Just know you New York bitches

better have my cash
when I get there.

Jimmy Henchman trying to get me
to rhyme on Lil Shawn's record.

Nigga been calling me nonstop.

Yo, I thought you weren't cool
with them niggas no more.

I ain't.

But I need those
seven Gs, though.

I lay down the track at Quad.
Then we out.

Hey, yo, Pac!

Yo, Cease, what you doing here?

Hey, yo,
Biggie recording up here.

Come through.

Yo, word.

Told you it was gonna be
a'ight, man.

Don't move, B.
Everybody get down.

You know what time it is.
Run your shit.

Nigga, he said lay down, or
you ain't gonna get up no more.

Where's my money?