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Previously on "Unsolved"...

- Miss Wallace? - Yes?

I promise this department will do whatever it takes

to find out who killed your son.

Nobody will acknowledge the evidence I do have,

and they won't let me look for more,

and that is a cover-up.

You're done at RHD.

Get the hell out of my office.

You know who killed Biggie Smalls

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

Yeah.

Just to be clear, you were in Vegas after all?

We all was. Zip hooked us up.

This is the perfect opportunity!

Don't pursue this.

Anything Keefe sold us doesn't check out,

he's going to prison.

You go public with this,

you look just as crazy as Russell Poole.

Hey, 'Fe! Girl, that traffic?

You sure picked a fine time to show up.

Well, at least I brought dinner.

- Just dinner? - And peach cobbler.

That's what I'm talking about!

- Hey, girl. - Hey. Aww, good girl.

- You look good. - Thank you. How you doing?

I'm good...

See, black folk don't know about that soft cheese.

Whoo!

Who could that be at this hour?

- A booty call? - Stop.

I'm just saying, it's mighty late.

The only thing open after midnight

is legs and the Waffle House!

Ha! You stupid.

Everything okay?

Tupac's been shot...

In Las Vegas.

They say it's bad.

No, 'Fe.

Hey, baby.

We gotta stop meeting like this.

You know I hate hospitals.

But I'm still here.

And get this:

I ain't leaving without you, okay?

- Mrs. Shakur? - Yeah.

I'll be right back.

Give it to me straight.

First bullet to the chest caused a massive hemothorax.

Second one entered the right thigh

and landed in the abdomen.

He's lost a lot of blood, but there's hope.

Well, I have more than hope.

Tupac Amaru Shakur will get through this.

I have been a fan of your son for quite some time.

Always figured Tupac was just his stage name.

Hey, asshole!

Asshole!

Why y'all rushing me?

You're in violation of Vehicle Code 21955.

- What? - Jaywalking.

- Are you serious? - Let's see some ID.

- For jaywalking? - Hey, keep talking back.

Or what?

Or I'll put your ass in place.

Let's see it.

Bothering me.

Here.

"Tu-pack Shaker"?

Wh... what the hell kinda name is that?

Your mama name you that bullshit?

Man, fuck both of y'all! Bitch-ass, mark-ass pigs.

You believe this shit?

Cops whup my ass,

but I'm the one who get arrested.

Ain't that a bitch?

Nigga, sit your ass down.

You gonna make me?

Want some real shit?

I ain't have a police record till I made a record.

My video's debuting on MTV right now,

and I'm in here.

But me being cuffed,

them the only pictures you'll see.

You ain't gonna see the pictures of my eye busted,

my head busted,

police standing there beating my brains in.

You ain't gonna see that.

But I'm the bad guy.

In reality, I'm the victim.

Same goes for most of y'all in here too.

But that's the world we live in.

America eats its young,

especially the young black males.

They only see us one way.

And we need to change that, not now but right now.

How do I look?

Like a man headed off to slaughter.

Yeah, without cushy Tyndall

- to soften the blow. - Look, I'll be fine, okay?

Bullshit or not,

Keefe's story is still the best thing we got going.

Is that what we're gonna say to the brass?

Good luck.

- Leave my man alone. He'll get it done. - Thank you, Dupers.

- How? - How what?

Yeah, run it by us. Consider it a dress rehearsal.

- Yeah. - Yeah, come on.

Okay.

So...

the task force has received a valuable piece of intel.

That being?

Southside Crip Duane "Keefe D" Davis

has confessed to being directly involved

in the murder of Tupac Shakur.

That's certainly interesting.

How's that connect with the Biggie Smalls case?

That's the murder your task force is supposed to solve.

Right, well, Biggie and Tupac were friends turned rivals.

We believe that their cases are inherently linked.

Detective, Tupac was killed in Las Vegas.

Hopefully the chief doesn't need to point out

that's not our jurisdiction.

Right, well, according to Keefe D,

an associate of Sean "Puffy" Combs was involved,

maybe even Puffy himself.

Now, that's a big maybe,

but if what Keefe's saying is true,

then this all started right here in Los Angeles,

and I think it's our job to look into it.

Not a bad start, Gregers.

They won't fall asleep. I'll give you that.

But it's still all about Vegas and Tupac.

- That's what they'll say. - Just roll with me, okay?

Eric "Zip" Martin.

He's a legendary figure out of New York

and will actually be our primary focus.

Not Puffy. This guy's the real gangster.

And how's this Zip pertinent?

You still haven't said a thing about Biggie Smalls.

Zip is the godfather to Biggie's son.

His name first came up in the original investigation

back in '97 with Russell Poole and Fred Miller.

They were just unable to get any traction.

Well, how is he linked to Keefe?

Well, according to Keefe,

Zip provided the gun that ended Tupac's life.

Right, get 'em hooked.

Then tell 'em how we're gonna use Keefe to get Zip,

- catch 'em in a drug deal. - Yes.

Then it'll be Zip's turn in the box

with some years over his head.

Okay, so you get this Zip the same way you got Keefe.

Then what? What do you hope he tells you?

Well, the hope is that Zip confirms Keefe's story,

at least in some way,

and that he can tell us who... who... who shot Biggie.

You really think Zip knows this?

What I do know for sure is that if we don't do this,

we'll never know.

And one more thing:

If this just leads to us closing the Tupac murder,

I mean, it's not exactly a bad thing for the LAPD.

Whoo!

- I told you that boy good. - Never had a doubt.

So what now?

Daryn and I are going to New York.

We're gonna see how Zip reacts

when Keefe comes knocking on his door.

- What about us? - Well, you know how we decided

to focus on Keefe and what he's doing now

rather than ten years ago?

I think it's time we start doing the same thing with Suge.

- I like it. Let's go! - All right.

- I like it. - Persistence.

Persistence.

My God!

Babe, I don't wanna alarm you,

but, it's possible, it's very possible

that we have the next Hershiser in our family.

Come on, Dad, I threw, like, ten pitches.

Yeah, how many of them were strikes?

All of 'em.

Humble, talented. I love you. Go change.

Hey.

I may have gotten a few extra copies.

It's a good read.

Yeah?

I'm just happy that the truth is coming out.

Listen, I know I've been out of work for a couple of weeks,

but... I got leads.

- Leads? - On a job.

Are you sure that just any job will do?

I mean, you're... you're a cop.

It's kinda in your DNA.

Yeah, I'm gonna figure it out.

So this is Zip's club?

- Not too bad. - Yeah, you'd fit right in.

Plan is simple, Keefe. You get in there,

get reacquainted with Zip, then bounce.

Yeah, and don't forget about the PCP deal of it all.

Man, I'm taking a big-ass risk here.

Come on, man, you're not even wearing a wire.

Not to mention you could be in jail right now.

I ain't seen Zip in almost ten years.

Ain't no telling what kinda shit's gonna go down.

Look, we've been over this. Your story checks out, we're gonna work

on getting your drug sentence reduced.

And members of your family with connection to Southside

won't be prosecuted in the case.

It's the best we can do.

Yeah, all right.

- It's the best you can do. - That's right.

All right, here we go.

Heads up, heads up.

Okay. Okay, who's this kid?

I don't know...

but I get the sense he not really feeling Keefe.

Who's this?

Check it out.

Wait, is that Zip?

Yeah, it is.

The man, the myth.

Talk to Dane lately?

Here and there.

He's a teenager, you know?

He and Donna are gonna come out and visit soon, though, so...

- That's good, man. - Yeah.

Shit, I'll bet when all this is over,

y'all end up figuring it out.

Wait, wait, wait, hold up.

- That looks good. - All right.

Where'd he go?

Hold up.

Everything good?

Shit, man. Zip going through it.

What's up?

He's sick, man. The cancer.

He a G, though. He fighting.

Yeah, I'm sorry to hear about his health,

but did you talk PCP or what?

Zip out the game.

But we good, though.

- We got Wing. - Who?

Dude that answered the door, that's Zip nephew.

He on the come-up too.

Listen, man.

I'ma slang it. Wing gonna do the buying.

- That's something. - Yeah, well, that's not Zip.

Mr. Poole, it is great to meet ya.

Likewise.

Please, have a seat.

Now, you know that story in "The Times"

about Biggie Smalls and the dirty cops?

Amazing, all right?

I mean the lies, the ineptitude.

And, you know, and kudos to you

for taking that forward-leaning approach.

You know, you?

You're a real hero in my book.

I-I've heard some great things about this place.

Yeah. We are the best security firm in town.

Wow.

Our client list is expansive, all right?

We protect them all:

Foreign diplomats, oil tycoons, Tibetan mastiffs.

Yeah, 400 large to own one of those mutts.

Insane.

Look, all in all, it's a fun gig.

I could use some fun.

Good.

Hey, did you hear about this Greg the Barber?

Knocked out Suge with one punch a few weeks ago.

How the mighty have fallen.

He gets knocked out, prison bids,

the end of Death Row.

Past decade has not been kind to Marion.

Anything on his, crew from back in the day?

No, not yet, but these...

These nicknames never get old, though:

Buntry, Neckbone, Poochie.

You sure that's not ingredients for gumbo?

Love me some neck bones.

Hey, welcome back.

- How was the Empire State? - Zip's got a nephew.

Tell you all about it when Greg gets back from court.

- Torres? - Yeah, trial starts soon.

- Anything new on the Suge front? - Not really.

We're focusing on Bloods he still may associate with.

Stay away from killers.

We wanna get Suge, we need a dope dealer.

Easier to flip.

Yeah, and don't want no part of a 6x8 cell.

I gotta hit the head.

Two more bad nicknames?

Dupers and Gregers.

Detective Kading,

while you were investigating Mr. Torres,

isn't it true that you offered inducements

to witnesses in exchange for their testimony?

No, that's not true.

Any and all offers made to witnesses

came directly from the U.S. Attorneys Office.

So you never bribed a witness,

offering money in this case?

I work for the LAPD. I don't have any money.

Answer the question, Detective Kading.

No, I never bribed or offered money to a witness

in this case or any case.

Thank you.

Your witness, Counsel.

No questions, Your Honor.

Hey, what the hell was that?

Torres' dream team spouts some bribery bullshit,

- and you don't object? - It's nothing.

I spent three years on this case.

Don't you tell me that it's nothing.

It's a pretrial hearing.

They know they can't attack the evidence,

so they're trying to attack you. It's a joke.

I never bribed anyone. You know that.

I told you, it's a joke.

Don't worry about it, okay?

What about the affidavit for the wiretap?

- Keefe D and Zip? - Yeah.

You know how this works, Greg. It takes time.

And Keefe needs to get people talking dirt on his phone

before I can really get moving.

Yeah, well, maybe you need to speed things up.

We're here. Zip is in New York.

Then you tell me we have to get a handle on his nephew too?

It's a lot of moving pieces.

Look, I'll do my best.

Hey. How was the interview?

Hello. It was... it was good.

I think it's gonna work out.

Apparently I'm a hero.

- Are you, now? - I don't know.

Hey, where are the kids?

- They're in their room. - Yeah? All right.

Go show 'em your cape.

Poole residence.

What?

Hey, Russ?

Okay, yeah. Thank you, Jackie.

Hey, what's wrong?

The chief, he's talking about you on TV.

Contrary to claims made by Mr. Poole,

his reports were never discarded or ignored

but edited of all conjectural materials.

While much of what Mr. Poole has stated...

What?

May be interesting reading material at best,

the department cannot make an arrest

based on inferences that cannot be proven.

One of the many implications Mr. Poole has made

was the notion that a former officer, David Mack,

was involved in the murder of Biggie Smalls.

Now, this was based on the fact

that a Chevy Impala

similar to one identified as being involved

in the murder of the victim

was found at Mack's residence.

However, to date, we have not been able

to come up with any evidence

linking this vehicle to this crime.

What about Amir Muhammad?

He... visited Mack in prison.

He fits the description of the shooter.

They don't even mention that!

Maybe we should shut this off.

And devoid of factual data.

If and when an arrest is made

in connection with this investigation,

it will be based on credible evidence,

probable cause,

and in accordance with the law.

Damn it.

Hospital officials are not releasing much

on the rapper's condition,

but they do say Tupac Shakur is expected to live.

Hey, baby.

You're already awake?

I just went to the hotel

to take a shower and change my clothes.

Did Gloria and Kidada come in to see you?

They were supposed to come in and check on you

while I was gone.

Hey, Doctor.

- Look who's awake. - Hello there.

Gotta to be a good sign, right?

Definitely.

- Can I talk to you a minute? - Sure.

Your son is going to need a second surgery.

Already?

It's the only way to give him a fighting chance.

He's still bleeding internally, and the only way to stop it

is to remove the right lung.

If everything goes well,

he can ultimately function with just the one.

But...

if we do nothing...

Do the surgery, Doctor.

Thank you.

God.

Hey, you.

It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay.

Trust me.

Them peckerwoods said I had until next week

to pay that light bill.

That was a month ago.

- Where's your sister? - Sleeping.

You two eat?

She had toast.

What about you?

That was the last piece of bread.

- I'm tired of this shit, Ma. - Hey, watch your mouth.

We ain't got no lights, no food.

I'm getting bagged on at school about the holes in my pants.

Look, baby, I know it's tough right now,

but I'm working to make things right.

In the meantime, I'm gonna need you to be strong like Tupac.

- I am Tupac. - Not you.

The ruler you're named after,

emperor of the Inca people.

You told me this story, Ma.

What exactly did I tell you?

That he was a leader, a symbol of resistance.

No matter the situation,

nothing could break him.

See my point?

There's no story without struggle.

How did it go in court?

Fantastic.

I love lawyers.

Any news on Zip's nephew? We gonna get that wiretap?

It's gonna take more time.

- How much time? - I don't know.

Are we just gonna put Keefe on ice until then?

I mean, take away Zip and the money,

Keefe confessed to being a part of the Tupac murder.

Any other shitty things

you wanna point out, Jim?

Hey... How 'bout some good news?

- Yes, please. - Got a new informant,

courtesy of Justine's friends at the bureau.

Might have some info on Suge.

Your friends tell you any more than that?

They say he's come through on some things,

but I'm still vetting him.

Name's Percy Locke.

Okay.

Let's set up a meeting with this Mr. Locke.

This can't be our guy.

- Detective Kading. - Kading.

Daryn Dupree.

Nice whip.

You wanna take her for a spin?

Some other time. Have a seat.

So... Percy...

we hear that you can tell us

what Suge Knight's been up to these days.

It ain't music.

Tell you that.

Then what is it?

Drug game.

Yeah, Suge in deep.

"In deep" is not gonna cut it. We need details.

He moving kilos,

Colombian coke, through Mexico,

up and down the West Coast.

For proof, you go check into that,

truck driver that he done partnered up with.

What's in it for you?

I did a lot of dumb shit when I was a young un.

I'm just trying to make it right.

That, and you get 10%

of whatever cash we confiscate.

Really?

What's this truck driver's name?

Alonzo "Zo" Scott.

Criminal history is minor,

but he has been linked to the Bloods,

which arguably links him to Suge.

There's nothing in this guy's jacket

that yells dope smuggler.

True, but he does own a big rig.

Which could just be for trucking.

What do you think?

Well, we already know that Suge is a two-time felon,

so if we can jam up this guy Zo,

get him to flip on Suge, then... that's strike three.

Puts him in the crosshairs of life in prison.

Leverage like that...

he might just tell us what happened to Biggie.

- Hey. - Hey.

Thanks for coming.

Yeah, let's just keep this quick, okay?

What?

I'm taking a ton of heat for that article.

Your former bosses at the LAPD, they... they hit back hard.

I saw the press conference too.

That's... that's why I called you.

Listen, I think we need to write another article.

- No, you don't get it. - What?

- They're denying everything you claim. - Yeah.

Okay, the brass, they called my editor.

They're just... They're twisting things around,

and this is why we need to hit back harder.

What real evidence do you have?

Come on, I gave you an envelope full of evidence.

You gave me juicy stuff, without question,

but none of it substantiates

corrupt cops murdering Christopher Wallace.

You have a fascinating theory. That's it.

This is more than a theory. Don't you get this?

The LAPD would not let me try to substantiate anything!

And... so this is it?

The LAPD trashes me, and I just...

I can't do anything about it?

I'm sorry, okay,

but the "LA Times" is not gonna go to war

with the LAPD without hard evidence.

I'm sorry.

God damn it.

Hey, baby.

You in any pain?

The doctor says the surgery went well...

That you'll do just fine with the one lung.

I told him you was gonna be upset about

ripping up that tattoo.

There you go.

Pac?

Pac! Pac!

Help! Help, please! He's not breathing!

Code blue!

Clear!

Again.

Come on.

Clear!

What surprise? What...

What are you... all right.

Come on, boy, where you got me going?

You gotta trust me, now.

- Okay. - Just a couple more steps.

Okay. I trust you.

- Do you trust me? - I trust you.

All right, now.

Ready?

Open your eyes.

- What the hell is this? - It's your backyard.

- What you mean my backyard? - This all you.

Land, like you always wanted.

That's right.

Land to cultivate.

- Just like our ancestors. - That's right.

And you deserve this and more.

I don't know about all that.

Everything I put you and your sister through...

I never blamed you for that. You did what you had to.

There's no story without struggle, right?

That was your story.

I just made it that much harder.

You kicked the drugs. You did the strong thing.

It's your story too.

- I can't believe this. - Come here.

Thank you, son.

- I love you. - Love you too.

- Got a signal? - Yeah.

You see me? You see how stealth I was?

Jim and I have been tracking our trucker.

He's made several trips to San Diego.

Which is on the border with Mexico,

if geography isn't your strong suit.

The same Mexico our informant claimed.

Suge is running kilos of cocaine through.

That's something.

That's not enough.

Well, there's something else.

Every Tuesday at 2:00, Zo makes a stop off his route.

We checked the address, but it's a vacant lot.

- Sound like a meet-up spot. - That's what we were thinking.

He could be dropping something off, picking something up.

Hard to tell.

What's his location?

It's legal, Officer.

Just a little side hustle I got going.

Okay, what's your primary haul?

Construction equipment, from here to San Diego.

Y'all can take a few if you want.

We're good.

Can't make this shit up.

Well, there's no way he's running drugs for Suge.

Shit.

Hey.

Kurt's waiting on you in the car.

- Practice. - My gosh, of course.

Thank you.

- Hey, Russ? - Yeah?

You ever hear back from that job you interviewed for?

Yeah...

and apparently, they don't have a cape that fits, so...

Okay, are you ready to throw some strikes, buddy?

Lots of 'em. Yeah.

Yeah.

Hey...

you mind if Dad takes a little detour first?

All right.

This'll only take a second.

What's in here?

Just some files from work that,

we kept here so nothing would happen to 'em.

But I need 'em now.

Hey, buddy,

if there is one thing I can teach you in life...

Other than throwing a curveball?

Other than throwing a perfect curveball.

It's, never give up on yourself

if you think you're doing the right thing, okay?

No matter what anybody says about ya,

no matter hard it is.

Okay.

I'm gonna be late for practice.

Well...

Good thing I can also teach you how to drive real fast.

Wherever it leads...

right?

What if it's nowhere?

What if we just spent all this time for nothing?

I mean, who knows when we're gonna get

a wiretap on... on Zip?

I'm sorry, Zip's nephew.

And even if we do, how do we know that's

not just the beginning of, another long operation

that leads us to nowhere all over again?

And Suge.

We got jack shit on Suge.

Persistence.

Fuck, man.

Well, look who decided to come to the party.

Yeah, Daryn told us about our non-drug-dealing truck driver.

Did he tell you about the magazines too?

No, I was saving that for you.

What?

We found something out about our informant.

Mr. Percy Locke?

Yeah, we already know he... he... his intel sucks.

His name wasn't always Percy Locke.

What?

In 1995, he went by something else:

Amir Muhammad.

Course, as we know,

Poole thought the guy who shot Biggie was named...

Amir Muhammad.

That was David Mack's friend, a different Amir Muhammad.

Right?

He seeks us out,

he gives us all kinds of bullshit info on Suge,

and now you're trying to tell me...

That this son of a bitch used to go by the name

of Amir Muhammad?

What the... fuck?

What the fuck is going on?

They're ready for you, Mr. Poole.

Thank you.

Hey.

Hello, Miss Wallace. Thank you for seeing me.

Have a seat.

Do you...

Do you remember me?

Do I remember you?

Of course I remember you.

You remember you promised me

that the LAPD would do whatever it took

to find out who killed my son?

You remember that? That was five years ago.

I'm so sorry for how that turned out.

- That was never my intention. - Well, here we are.

Here we are with no one to answer

for Christopher's murder...

or Tupac's, for that matter.

Five years.

Five years and not one single arrest.

What is it that you want, Mr. Poole?

You may or may not know that for... for a long time,

I haven't been with the LAPD.

We did our homework.

Okay, so then you also know that I...

I still want justice for your son.

The past few years, I've been helping out with...

a book

that details the entire murder investigation

of your son

and who I feel are the responsible parties.

Do you know who killed my son?

I believe I do...

And I believe that the LAPD's covering it up.

But there is nothing else I can do.

Maybe you can.

Christopher and Tupac deserve...

better.

Towards those thoughts to prosper us and give us hope.

We are standing here with the hope, Father,

that you will heal his body.

We ask that You will touch everyone that is tending to him

and You will make them know where to go

and what to do to mend his body.

Father, we know that Your will alone

shall be done in this circumstance,

and we pray that You can bring him back to us, Father.

I ask all of these things

in Your precious son's name,

Jesus' name.

He's coding again!

Amen.

Clear!

Clear!

Clear!

Clear.

No more.

Let him go in peace.

Time of death...

16:03.

Sleep, my beautiful boy.

It's time to sleep.

And you tell them your name is Tupac Amaru Shakur...

And you are my son.

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