All language subtitles for Unsolved.S01E07.720p.HDTV.x264-KILLERS

Previously on "Unsolved"...

You walk into Chief's office

and you say that you think
some cops killed Biggie,

and you have no hard evidence.

They won't let me look for evidence, Fred.

I believe that, David Mack

was contracted by Suge Knight

to murder Christopher
Wallace AKA Biggie Smalls.

Give your findings to the detective

in charge of the Wallace investigation.

But I do have more information...

Thank you, detective.

What can the District
Attorney's office do for you?

Here, read this.

First person that the
LAPD looked into, Keefe D.

You want to find out what he's doing now?

- I was just driving, a'ight?
- I swear.

- For who?
- Keefe D?

You're working for us now.

We're gonna make sure that Keefe

is facing serious years.

You're willing to stake your entire career

on Keefe goddamn D?

I don't have a choice.

Keefe's got a nephew,

guy named Orlando Anderson.

Who's Orlando Anderson?

Might be the guy that killed Tupac.

That chain would look real good on my dog.

Big, what's up?

Tupac, Snoop, Dogg Pound, they all shooting

a video in Red Hook right now.

N-Y, y'all good with that going down?

Your boy, Biggie, was on the radio

tellin' them fools to hit him up.

So Biggie calling shots now?

And I'm the villain?

Where does Puffy live?

They wanna kill me.

Yeah, you make me hit up Rodeo with you.

You got to hit Zip Code
when you're up in Harlem.

Man, I do that. Soon as
Big does his thing tonight

and we get our ass up out of LA.

A'ight.

Yo, yo, Puff. I'm originally from Queens.

- Eastside.
- What'd you say to me?

- I ain't about that shit.
- Hey, yo, yo.

Yo.

Damn.

That's a fan.

- You buggin'.
- Man, it's Suge.

Them damn Bloods he roll with.

They tore up my man Mark,

trying to find out where me and moms stay.

He did what?

A'right, you know what?

Don't even sweat it. I got this.

We deep tonight and
between Magic and Whitney.

Yeah, great.

What?

You still salty about not performing?

Come on, dawg, you up for
Album of The Year, you good.

It ain't about that.

Big wouldn't be shit if it wasn't for me.

Now I got to sit here and
watch his fat ass on stage.

You ain't gotta listen to shit.

We can rush the stage if you want to.

Straight hoo-ride.

I appreciate you, man.

For real.

See, that's what people don't see,

you a loyal ass dude.

Usually when niggas make it,

they forget where they came from,

but you never forgot.

Just trying to get black folks paid.

Not enough people are, man.

But for real, we should rush that stage.

A'ight, what's up.

Yo, the media blowing it all up, Puff.

They all like, "Big sicked
the dogs on 'em," like shit

- wasn't happening without me.
- What'd I say?

I don't want to hear about
that nonsense tonight.

Yo, I thought we all
was just barking, you know?

How could Duke believe

- I shit on him, for real?
- Hey.

You not listening to me.

Not tonight.

This is the Soul Train Awards.

The whole country's gonna be watching us.

I need you to hear me on this, man.

I hear you, bro.

But, yo, we got a problem.

We can handle problems. What's up?

- Two left shoes.
- What?

Yeah, somebody made a mistake.

Nah, nah, nah, man, we can't
have no mistakes like this.

- Yo, yo, yo, yo.
- Yo! Hey!

Yo, chill, Puff.

I'll just put on my black
Tims, they go with the suit.

What? I'm not sending
you up there in no Tims.

- Come on.
- Hey, Gene. What size are you?

13. These costed me 2,500.

Nigga, take them shoes off.

Right now, man. Come on!

Shit.

Talking about.

Damn.

There. He's your size, man.

Look, trust me, Big.

After we get done up there on that stage,

ain't nobody gonna be talking
about this bullshit beef.

This is our time...

- Our moment.
- Yeah.

It's our shit.

Yeah, yeah.

Excuse me, sorry, Mr. Knight,
Mr. Shakur, it's this way.

What's that way?

Don Cornelius prepared a
special section for Death Row.

A special section?

No one wants any trouble.

- Man, I just want my award.
- Trouble?

I understand, but we're
gonna just guide you.

It's a better section
anyway. It's very comfortable.

Hold up, that's Keefe D. Southside.

- He a Crip?
- Yeah, but I knew him

when he was little. It's all good.

Let me go holla at him real quick.

- A'ight.
- I'm gonna help you to

- get to your section.
- Yeah.

Who gave you tickets?

You nominated for Album
of The Year or something?

I missed that.

I'm here just coming up

the same way you did.

What, you in the protection business now?

Come on, homey, you from Compton.

Why you rolling with
these East Coast niggas?

Y'all ready. So are we.

I know Puff's bitch ass don't think.

Bad Boy's no threat to me.

Ain't no problem then, Suge.

Just remember where you came from, homey.

I see you.

Bad Boy rolling with Crips now too?

- What they trying to do?
- It ain't nothing.

It ain't nothing at all.

I don't get it... why is
this such an opportunity again?

They've got Andalusians on the ranch.

I'd have to go to Spain
to train breeds like this.

What about Dane and school?

I enrolled him.

You... you already did that?

You're doing your thing.

You need time, right?

Yeah, I...

No, look, I... I don't know.

This just makes sense for us right now.

I don't know. I don't know.

Just... I got to get back in here.

- All right?
- Okay.

Bye.

When a man retires

you're supposed to regale his colleagues

with, some embarrassing
story from yesteryear.

Unfortunately, Brian Tyndall
is impervious to humiliation.

The man is nothing

if not comfortable with himself.

May the rode rise to meet you, my friend.

- God bless.
- Cheers.

- To Brian.
- To Brian!

- Pleasure.
- Cheers.

Thanks for dressing up.

- You having fun?
- Not as much as you.

Hell, you even got a member of the brass

to make an appearance.

And he didn't even ask
me about the Biggie case.

That was nice of him.

So, where are you with Keefe D?

Well, we got Lil Spoon to buy about a kilo.

One kilo?

Greg, it's been months.

You need Keefe on five kilos yesterday.

Just little ounces at a time.

We'll start making bigger
buys as we go, okay?

It's... it's gonna be fine.

You are gonna miss me when I'm gone.

Why's that?

Well, I'll be honest with you.

When I started at the Academy,

I wanted to move mountains.

Then, surprise:

That's not the job.

And that was a surprise?

No, no, I saw that coming a mile away.

No, what surprised me was

the moment I didn't want

to move mountains anymore.

Punch in, punch out.

And then when Biggie Smalls case

came across my desk, I didn't want it.

But I did ask myself,

"Who do I know who's stupid enough

to take a case that's covered in cobwebs?"

This Keefe thing is gonna work.

It better.

After all the favors I called in.

So...

what did you do when there
were no more surprises?

I retired.

Whoa, whoa!

What the fuck?

You been looking raggedy, man.

I wasn't gonna say nothing, but...

falling out of the sky's
where I draw the line.

They're supposed to check inside the car

before they tow it.

How do you feel about horses, Dupers?

Because I think they're weird.

Goofy eyes, big-ass teeth.

You know, they'll bite you on the shoulder.

Most people don't know that.

Am I talking to your concussion right now?

No.

No, Donna got an opportunity
up north at these stables.

She's gonna be training them for a while.

Shit.

She likes it up there. It rains.

I know it's getting rough for you.

But you can't be doing shit like this, man.

You got a lot of people counting on you.

Hell, more than you know.

Nobody wants this case.

Now that Tyndall's gone,

they've officially put me in charge.

That is the whitest shit ever.

You drive drunk and get promoted.

If Torres was a career case,
why am I chasing another one?

I tell you right now, if the
department loses this lawsuit

on my watch, I'm gonna
be in purgatory forever.

Now you're getting it.

This was never supposed to be fun.

Think about what happened to the last guy.

Morning.

Poole.

Get your ass in here. Now.

I believe that belongs to you.

Chronology of Christopher Wallace's Murder.

It's unbelievable.

- District Attorney...
- Didn't read it.

And the ADA you gave it to?

She did the right thing, and she kicked it

back to the department.

At least someone out there

understands chain of command.

What'd you think was gonna happen, Russ?

I thought somebody would read it.

And then what?

Everybody stands up

and claps?

- Calls you a hero?
- Now, come on.

You know that's not what I want...

I was straight with you.

I let you work David Mack. Perez.

You let me, sir? I'm
a good detective, okay?

Just because I refuse to take
part in a cover up doesn't...

God damn it!

No one is covering anything up here.

- Really...
- Mack and Perez are going to prison.

Not for the murder of Biggie Smalls.

- LAPD and Suge Knight share...
- You don't have evidence.

Sir, nobody will acknowledge
the evidence I do have,

and they won't let me look for more.

And that is a cover up!

You know, I just now

finally figured you out, Poole.

You say you bleed blue,

but really it's only about you

getting to do what you
want to do, isn't it?

Sir, what I want

is for this department to
find out the whole truth

and to quit minimizing the damage.

You're done at RHD.

No one wants to work with you.

Actually, I have to figure
out a place to send you

while I pay you not to bother anybody.

Get the hell out of my office.

Russ.

Is there anything on these tapes?

Nothing but dumb-ass slang.

I'm not even asking for a real lead.

Just give me some fresh bullshit, please.

Doonie flipping them glazed donuts,

but I need three more
of those birds, though.

Doonie's one of his dealers.

Keefe's kiting money from one
buyer to finance other deals.

Great, so we got him
on a couple small counts?

He said he's got three birds coming in.

So we're about there for Lil Spoon to go

for a full kilo next round.

Great. We need five kilos.

That's what we need to
get any kind of leverage.

- Five, not one.
- We move any quicker,

Keefe will get suspicious. You know that.

Jim, you don't have to keep doing that.

I think I may have something.

Here. Check this out.

What up with the apple juice?

Shit, homey, I got cartons of that.

Sounds like Keefe has access
to large quantities of PCP.

Apple juice is PCP? What
happened to angel dust?

- Get with the times.
- That's some deadly shit.

These guys soak cigarettes in
the stuff, sells on the street

for hundreds of thousands of dollars.

If we get Keefe to sell
Spoon a gallon of PCP,

that's a quarter century in jail.

Damn.

Get him in one go.

Okay.

Let's go buy some PCP.

Hey.

Hey.

I talked to Larson.

Might be a spot at the Harbor for you.

Harbor Division. I hate seagulls.

What are you doing, man?

I got to call around, ask where you are,

find you parked here at the Academy.

You remember being a patrol officer?

Stop a car at night.

You approach him.

And then the driver just takes off.

And suspect's running red lights

so you have to run all the red lights,

and it was an entirely boring day

and now all of the sudden your heart

is pounding out of your chest.

And your shift was supposed
to end in ten minutes.

It's an indescribable feeling.

Yeah.

Every cop understands that, right?

Yeah.

And this place

is where they convinced me
that we were all a family.

- We are.
- Yeah.

Larson...

Everyone thinks I betrayed the brotherhood.

Me.

My entire career

I've believed that we're
all on the same side.

You know, sometimes, Russ, we...

We want to believe something so badly...

it compromises us.

I'm resigning.

Russ, you...

You have six months left before
you're good with your pension.

Hell, you've got vacation days saved up.

That'll knock it down to three.

Nobody hates seagulls that much.

And I read what you were
trying to get through to the DA.

Every word.

You did?

You weren't all wrong.

But that doesn't mean you were all right.

Nothing's going my way, Brian.

Trying to make it work with my wife.

You will.

You will.

It's hard, doing what we do.

It doesn't make it easy on families.

Russ, I know about your brother.

Miller did too.

You just didn't seem like you
ever wanted to talk about it.

But I'm here...

If you do.

How does someone just vanish into thin air?

I can't imagine what that must feel like.

No, you can't.

You can't imagine what it's like to live

just not knowing.

You just... Voletta Wallace,
she had to live like that.

Is it wrong that I didn't want her to?

- Of course not.
- Good.

'Cause I'm gonna make
somebody pay attention.

Are we really gonna send
shorty to buy a gallon of PCP?

Yeah, no shit.

He's about to hot box the break room.

What? You guys never smoked
a joint to calm the nerves?

I'm not gonna answer that.

I already been suspended.

He's already done good work for us.

- He'll be fine.
- We can't even wire him.

Keefe's PCP connect might frisk him.

Don't be getting reckless
because we're desperate.

We're not desperate.

We're close.

Greg, I get it.

- It's a means to an end, but...
- Do you realize what

- you're asking this kid to do?
- Yeah, I do.

And he's not just a kid,
he's a goddamn drug dealer.

And you trust he won't
break once he's in there.

When he knows we don't have ears on him.

I cannot believe this.

We have finally got a shot at Keefe

and you guys don't want to take it.

- Come on, man.
- But who's he gonna say

he's been selling to?

He's been moving ounces of coke.

Now all the sudden he's
wants a gallon of PCP?

So we need someone to
pose as the PCP buyer.

Lil Spoon will be the go-between.

He'll just make the intro.

I'd do it myself, but
they may know me, my family.

Right.

He looks like a tweaker
if I've ever seen on.

No, he can't though because
he went to Keefe's house.

He and Tucker. Someone might recognize him.

- But she's supposed to do it?
- I don't...

You think women don't buy drugs?

- What?
- Look at the stats.

Three out of four mules are female

because they're less likely to
be targeted by law enforcement.

- It's smart.
- Plus, a good looking woman

is disarming.

So you do want to do it?

Good. Thank you.

Shit.

- Is that?
- Yeah.

You done right by us, Marshawnte.

You got this.

Remember, you been
building up a coke empire

these past couple months.

On to bigger and better things.

What he means is, don't get us killed.

A'ight?

A'ight.

- Let's roll.
- See you guys in a minute.

- We'll be right here, Justine.
- You better be.

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

- Who the fuck is this?
- She cool.

Come on, man.

'Sup, man.

Come on.

Jimmy, you got eyes on 'em?

I got them. They just walked in.

Looks okay.

No visual. I lost them.

Can you move closer? Get a better angle?

Not really. Not without getting too close.

They should be headed
back your way now.

Yo, ain't... Ain't we this way?

Nah, let's go.

How long's it been?

Too goddamn long, you ask me.

- Where are they?
- My god.

Guys, I don't see them.

Come the fuck on, man.

Shit, I still don't see them.

Do you have them? Can you see them?

Let's go, man. Shit. Come on.

Good doing business with you.

I'm gonna have to school you.

Can't go out the same way you came in, cuz.

You know what that smells like?

25 to life.

All right, Jim's gonna grab you guys.

We're gonna go to Keefe's.

- Good job, Spoon.
- Good work.

Look at that. Even after a drug deal,

his wife still makes
him take out the trash.

You can't tell me you miss Donna

making you do your chores.

My bad.

Mrs. Keefe runs a tight ship.

Man, we got to do this out here?

Nosy neighbors like to
peek out their curtains.

Come inside, man.

So, Keefe D.

I got to fix this timer.

Man, what you want? I got things to do.

All right, Keefe, here's the deal.

We've had you on surveillance
for several months.

Wiretaps, the whole nine.

We've got you. Federal charges.

You're looking at 25 years to life.

If you had all that on me,

I'd be in cuffs.

We're here for something else.

Biggie.

We'll help you work towards
a deal on those drug charges

if you talk to us.

Man, my lawyer ain't gonna let me say shit.

- Well then get a new one.
- Who I'm gonna trust?

There's too many crooked
ass attorneys out there.

Figure it out.

You want to have this conversation, Keefe.

It'll save your life.

You need anything, Keefe?
We're gonna be here a while.

I'm cool for now.

I'm a dangerous nigga without smoking weed.

Yeah.

I'm like that with coffee.

Different strokes.

Okay, so...

Everything you say has to be right on.

Because down the road, if
any detail is incorrect,

everything is off the table.

Don't bullshit me. I
ain't gonna bullshit you.

Keefe, what we're offering you

is a written proffer agreement.

Do you know what that is?

It's called "Queen for a Day."

Now, you can talk about
your knowledge of crimes,

but nothing you say can be
used against you so don't worry.

Man, it sound like I still
could go to jail with that

'cause this Federal.

You're right. It's not without risk.

We can use the information you provide

to follow up on leads and conduct

further investigations.

And if those leads capture new evidence,

that evidence can be used
to indict and convict you.

So what you saying is,
you can go get some fool

to try to put the double cross on me?

Man, listen, this new wave of,

Myspace wannabe gang
bangers, man, they snitch.

Look, either you talk
now and roll the dice on it

or you go to jail today
on those drug charges.

Those are the pieces on the board.

Fine.

Okay.

Okay, Keefe D.

Tell me what happened
outside the Petersen Museum

the night of March 9, 1997.

I don't know shit about that.

- Are... are you kidding me?
- I'm just telling you.

Biggie. That one wasn't us.

What do you mean "that one"?

Man, I don't know nothing
about that Biggie Smalls shit.

But what I do know...

is gonna blow your motherfuckin' mind.

So when you say that that one wasn't you,

are you... are you saying by implication

that there was another murder
that you were involved in?

Tupac.

You were in Vegas after all.

We all was. Shouldn't be no surprise.

And that stuff that you
told the FBI back in the day

about Suge and the cops killing Pac.

It was all bullshit.

Okay. Okay, start from the beginning.

You talking about with Puff and Zip?

Puff like Puffy?

Man, you want me to talk or what?

No, no, go ahead. Go ahead.

Puffy wanted to make sure he was safe

when he came to LA.

So Zip hooked us up.

Puffy says he never
hired Crips for security.

I'm telling you, homeboy.
I was the security.

Puff was scared to death of Suge.

Yeah! Whoo! Yes!

That was some Cab
Calloway shit right there.

Man, I told you the tux was gonna play.

Yeah.

Shoot, man, and you
wanted to wear some Tims.

Hell yeah, would have threw a hoodie on,

had that shit rockin' nigga.

Represent Brooklyn, baby.

Yeah, you would have.

Brooklyn shit? Okay.

Hey! Judas!

- Westside!
- Thug life!

- Nigga!
- Outlawz!

You on the West Coast now, fat boy.

- Thug life!
- What you wanna do?

What you wanna do with it?

What you wanna do, nigga?

- East Coast.
- We can settle this right now.

What's up? What's up?

Hey, Pac...

Suge, get your Pac.

What's up! What's up!

That shit got too real
at the Soul Train Awards.

I mean, it ain't right, man.

I'm just trying to run a business.

That's all, man.

Hey, that ain't nothing, cuz. Trust me.

We would have tore they ass up, Puff.

Man, I'd give anything
for them dudes' heads.

"Them dudes."

- Suge and Tupac?
- You heard me.

Okay, so even if what you say is true,

it just sounds like Puffy was scared.

That's not a crime.

He was gonna pay us. We wanted a million.

A million?

A million dollars, and he agreed to that?

But how did you know he was serious?

Did he front you any money?

Nah, it was just a gentlemen thing.

You know like, consider it done.

Right.

Right, so, just to be clear,

Keefe...

You went to Vegas

with the intention of killing
Tupac and Suge for money?

We didn't go out there
with no pistols, man.

We just went out there for the Tyson fight.

So what happened?

Shit with my nephew happened

'cause of what popped
off a few weeks before.

Suge was trying to give away

these damn Death Row
medallions so Lando was like,

"I'm snatching Trevon's
for props," you know.

Then Tupac saw Orlando at the MGM.

Goes after him for payback for Trevon?

Our seats weren't together
at the fight

so we got separated and that's
how he caught that beat down.

Then what?

They rushed me, Pac, Suge,
all them slob-ass bitches.

We still should have been there for you.

- And took care of them fools.
- Nah, hell no.

We still about to handle this, homey.

That's on my mama, cuz.
We about to get they ass.

Yeah. He ain't look too bad.

Yeah, but they did him
wrong though, you feel me?

Nah, see this Southside
Compton Crip right here.

Who they think they fucking with?

Yep.

Zip, we need to settle this
as soon as we get back to LA.

Why not now?

I ain't got no pistol on me.

You know I got artillery.

Okay.

This is the perfect opportunity.

They stomped out Lando.

Plus you can take care of that other thing.

Yeah, but how we supposed
to find him out here?

- Like all of Vegas?
- 662.

Yeah, man, but Suge.

Like, he might kill us
all, dawg. We got one...

Let me ask you something, Corey.

You want some money so you can go out there

and gamble while we handle this shit?

Mark ass buster.

Lando, let's go.

And then we went to 662.

A'ight, so we was there
for like 15, 20 minutes.

They a no show. Don't
nobody know where he is.

So we was like, "Let's
just hit this liquor store."

Sip on some shit.

Shit, man. We never gonna
find these niggas here, man.

- Shit.
- Hey.

That's the... T, u-turn.

Right here. Turn right here.

U-turn, U-turn.

Slow the fuck down.

Get over there.

Yo, Dre. Yo, Dre.

Take the gat, man.

I can't, man.

- That's... that's Tupac...
- No shit, that's Tupac!

- Bitch ass nigga.
- Bitch mother...

Yo, slow down, slow down.

Hey, man, Lando was my nephew.

I got to look out for him.

If they would have been on my side,

I would have blast him.

How you gonna be like
that on that shit, Dre?

Come on, now.

Lando, let's go, cuz!

Come on, let's go, cuz.

So what did you do with the Cadillac?

Terrence drove it back the next day.

It was a rental.

I got to be honest with you, Keefe.

Right now this sounds like
retaliation for a beat down.

Straight murder. Not murder for hire.

You put it on someone else.

Man, Puffy called Zip
when he heard what happened.

He kept asking was that us.

So Zip hands me the phone,

and I go, "Yeah, that was us."

Did you ask him about the
money you said he offered you?

I wasn't gonna ask him
about no money on the phone.

I just told Zip, "Go get our cash."

So Zip handled that part.

Man, he said he tried.

Then Biggie got killed.

I got picked up on a charge in '97.

Zip and I fall out.

I get out of prison. This
fool won't call me back.

So you never heard from Zip or Puffy again?

Nope.

But I heard dude gave Zip that money.

A million bucks.

Half.

Did half the job, right?

Right.

- Holy shit.
- Yeah.

Did we just solve the Tupac murder?

Southside. Can already hear
Blondie saying "I told you so."

Well we'll see how it pans out,

but it definitely means
that we can take the Crips

off the board for Biggie.

What? Why?

If Keefe helped do Biggie,

this was his moment to admit
it and get away with it.

Instead he copped to the Tupac murder.

So now you're gonna
take a gangster at his word?

Don't get me started
on this Puffy bullshit.

This case, anything's possible.

- No, it's not.
- It was the Wild West, Tuck.

He's right. Bloods were
beating up Puffy's friends.

- Asked where his mama lived.
- That's just another story.

And the guy that it happened to

said that Suge had nothing to do with it.

After he settled for 600,000 bucks.

I'm with Tuck.

Say Puffy said every word Keefe claims,

what does that mean? Remember being 25?

Young men get angry, run their mouth.

Doesn't make it a hired hit.

Yeah, solicitation is muddy water.

Bunch of Crips in that hotel room,

for all we know they
took it how they wanted.

Not how it was meant.

I agree.

Look, all we can do right
now is try to confirm

what Keefe told us about the money.

It's not even our jurisdiction.

Tupac belongs to Vegas.

If what Keefe's saying is true,

it all started in LA.

Yeah.

I'm setting up a meeting with the brass.

Can I get a minute?

Before you make that call.

I got to bow out.

What? Why?

- You don't have to do this.
- I'm not asking.

I know we've had our differences,

but right now I'm looking out for you.

Cop to cop. Don't pursue this.

It is our job to pursue this.
To investigate thoroughly.

We're talking about a murder here.

But that doesn't mean you
go diving into rabbit holes.

Maybe it's not a rabbit hole.

All we have to do is find a paper trail.

- A paper trail.
- Yeah.

- Like Puffy wrote a check.
- Come on, man...

- Will you listen to yourself?
- Listen.

- Keefe...
- Is full of shit.

And that does not take him
off the board for Biggie.

He's just a jammed-up thug

selling something you want to buy.

Anything Keefe sold us doesn't check out,

he's going to prison.

That's the deal we made.

Is that it?

You go public with this,

you look just as crazy as Russell Poole.

Wherever it leads.

Right?

It's all in here?

And I'll even write your first paragraph.

The LAPD infringed on a detective's

first amendment right to speak the truth.

They obstructed justice,

and they are part of an elaborate cover-up

of the murder of Christopher Wallace.

You know who killed Biggie Smalls,

and you're ready to go on
record in the "LA Times"?

Yeah.

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