All language subtitles for Snowfall.S03E09.WEBRip.x264-ION10

ANNOUNCER: FX presents Snowfall.

NIX:
Holy shit.

ANDRE:
Here we are, killing ourselves

to keep these drugs away,

and our government
is just bringing them in.

-So what are you thinking?
-Burn the whole
fucking thing down.

Why the fuck is the DEA
coming after me?!

My name isn't Reed Thompson,
it's Teddy McDonald,

and I'm an officer with the CIA.

You got to get the fuck out of
that house and don't even stop

to pack your bags.
You got it?

-(speaking Hebrew)
-(gunshot)

TEDDY:
You blew up my whole operation.

You outed every last one
of my assets. Have you lost

-your fucking mind?!
-I could ask you the same thing.

Bringing cocaine into the U.S.?

Exposing yourself,
the Agency, me?

LOUIE:
You don't keep drugs
at your place.

You know he ain't got
the badge and the gun.

FRANKLIN:
Something else is missing.

File detailing all my business
with Reed Thompson.

Forget you ever saw
any of this shit, Andre.

I put in 18 years out of my 20,
and I'm not gonna let you

destroy this community.
Here's your file.

Now get the fuck
out of my house.

*

*

*

*

FRANKLIN:
What time was I here?

Dinnertime, around 7:00.

We had frozen pizza.
Celentano's.

-Pepperoni. I kind of burnt it.
-And then?

We watched TV.
St. Elsewhere. A rerun.

It was about a rapist
in the hospital.

-And you fell asleep
on the sofa.
-Okay, good.

Good, and-and what time
was that?

It was 11:30 or so.
You slept here all night.

Woke up around 8:00
'cause of the garbage trucks.

What garbage trucks?

There were garbage trucks
this morning.

Yeah. Right. Good. Good.

Y-You're not gonna give me
any idea what this is about?

The less you know, the better.

Make sure you get rid of that.

JEROME:
What we doing here, nephew?

(water stops)

Aw...

Andre, uh, sh-shot hisself dead
last night.

-What?
-Fuck you talking about?

How you know that?

Moms called.
Cops are everywhere.

I was in the Valley at Rob's.

But you know how it is.

Cops gonna be asking questions,

coming up
with their own answers.

So I think it's best
if we all lay low for a while.

-Lay low where?
-Rob's.

-Shit...
-He's got plenty room,
it's far away from here.

Cops want to come at us,

it ain't gonna matter
where we at.

FRANKLIN:
Ain't no reason
to make it easy for them.

Prentice and his people,
they're ready and waiting,

in case y'all get picked up.

What if picking us up
ain't what they got in mind?

(dog barking)

(keys jangling)

(indistinct conversations)

What happened, Officer?

Franklin?

Franklin!

Mama's calling.

(indistinct radio chatter)

*

Lior, watch the door.

I love what you've done
with the place.

Wouldn't it just be easier
to close the blinds?

You know enough to warn me,

but not enough to stop my men
from dying.

I'm truly sorry about Yuda.
I am.

Someone in your camp outed me.

But what matters is, we weren't
the ones who pulled the trigger.

What matters is my man is dead.

And you still won't give me

any straight fucking answer
as to why.

You have enemies.

People want you dead.

I just need to know
who they are

and I'll get the target
off your back.

The timing.

The sniper.

It's Mossad.

Your own country's after you?
Why?

(Avi exhales)

A few years ago,
I acquired some timing circuits

on the black market
from a Viet Cong general.

I turned around and sold it,
not realizing

they were only
intermediary buyers.

And who did they sell them to?

The Islamic
Revolutionary Guards.

They used them in IEDs.

-Against Israel.
-Mm.

(exhales)

I tried to make amends.

Paid off officials,
blackmailers on top of that.

I thought I was over
with this shit!

Somebody made a stronger
argument to retarget you.

Who?

Who did this?

They're being taken care of.

I am going to fix this.

I just need a couple days.

FRANKLIN:
Mel found him?

CISSY:
Mm-hmm. And she all tore up.

ALTON:
Yeah, and uh, this
Detective Aviles was over here

wondering where you were
last night.

I-I told you.
I-I was at Rob's.

-At his daddy's house?
-Nah.

He got his own place now.

Hey, I was thinking...

two of you should stay
at one our new apartments.

Just for a few days.

ALTON:
Mm-hmm.

No. Why?
We're not leaving.

We didn't do anything wrong.

No one said you did.
I just--

I think it'd be smart.
Right?

ALTON:
Well, don't worry about us, son.

Me and your mama know how
to weather this kind of storm.

-Good.
-Yeah.

I'm gonna take off.
You all right?

Are you?

Yeah.

*

Cops eat a bullet
more than most.

Yeah, but he didn't seem
like the type.

That hooker thing
must've messed with him.

He said it wasn't a hooker.

And don't forget,
his kid's a basehead.

That would send anyone
down a hole.

Not to mention 'Nam.

Now, hold on.
A lot of us served.

I know I'm not
thinking about that shit.

He talked a lot
about that Saint kid.

The next-door neighbor.

You hear they're doing, like,
a million a week on the street?

-A million a week? That kid?
-That's what I'm hearing.

Motherfucker...

All I know,
if that M.E. report comes back

with anything suspicious...

we're gonna start
taking shit apart.

(crowd murmuring)

BARTENDER:
Everyone hold on a minute.

(murmuring continues)

(tires screeching)

Rigo Vasco,
meet Stephen Havemeyer.

Mr. Havemeyer handles special
compartmentalized issues

for the director of the CIA,

and he'll be able to facilitate
any requests you might have

while you're working
with the Agency.

Really? (chuckles)

Um... I-I don't know, maybe...

I would love
a diplomatic passport.

TEDDY:
Of course. You got it.
We'll take care of it.

Thank you for being
so accommodating, Rigo.

I can tell this is gonna be
a very fruitful partnership.

Okay, thanks.

I look forward to talking more.

Hey, Stephen.

Come to our club sometime.

-(chuckles)
-(engine starts)

What the fuck are you doing?

I'm salvaging this operation.

-"Salvaging"?
-You got played.

Julia did not come here to take
the operation away from me.

She came here to blow it up.

And I can tell from the look on
your face that you had no idea.

So I'm gonna make this
extremely simple for you.

At this point,
you have two options.

The first one is
you call the director yourself

and let him know how you allowed
one of your own agents

to destroy this operation
and stop the flow of

tens of millions of dollars
to the war effort.

Or?

You trust that I know
what the fuck I'm doing

and you use your considerable
influence to fix

what you unwittingly
allowed Julia

to fuck up in the first place.

Start by contacting Mossad;
set up a meeting.

What do you need from Mossad?

I don't have time
to explain this to you.

People are dying.

Which call are you gonna make?

(Havemeyer exhales)

RADIO ANNOUNCER:
In a statement today,
SoCal Edison

said that due to
record high temperatures

in the ongoing heat wave,

the blackouts
are likely to continue

over the next few days.

In tragic local news,
LAPD Sergeant Andre Wright

was found dead
in his home last night

in South Central Los Angeles.

The circumstances
of his death are unknown.

An LAPD spokesperson said

-it's department policy...
-Oh, my God.

...not to comment on
ongoing investigations.

We will continue to follow
this story as details...

-Where's Melody?
-Um...

she's still sleeping, Mama.
You know she needs the rest.

No, what she needs is to eat

and to be with people
that love her.

-Mel? Honey?
-Mom. Mama, no.

Oh, my God.

-You're not high, are you?
-No, Mama.

I just, I just didn't want
her to leave.

Mel? I don't want you
in this house.

-EVA: Mama, no.
-I cannot have

that poison in my house.
I can't risk everything.

-You understand what I'm saying?
-EVA: We can't just

-throw her out.
-That's all we can do, baby.

That drug is a sickness

that gets into everybody near.

Get out of my house.

(snickers)

(giggling softly)

-Get out!
-I'm going.

-It's okay, Ms. Walker.
-Don't touch me.

-Mel, Mel, no, just stay.
-I'll see you later.

-Yeah, it's okay, I'll see you.
-Mel.
-No.

MEL (softly):
Hold up.

(clatter)

Oops. (laughing): I'm sorry.

(Karina sniffles)

(birds singing, dog barking)

(baby crying)

*

(engine shuts off)

(dog barking)

Thought it was just you and me.

Anything you got to say to me
you can say in front of Lee.

Fine.

Li'l Lee here
been fucking with my crew.

Trying to take our territory.

Yeah, I ain't tried,
I took that shit.

Let the man talk.

I feel like we need
to renegotiate terms.

Okay.

Ten a key from now on.

(sniffles) Either that

or this little motherfucker
head is my football.

That's my terms.

(kids chatting in distance)

The prices
are gonna stay the same.

You don't like it,

by all means,
find yourself a new plug.

And Leon here...

well, he family.

Fuck with him, you fuck with me.

Understand?

Shit ain't right.

It ain't.

But that's the way it is.

(sirens wail in distance)

Come on.

All right, nigga.

Hey, thanks for having my back
with that motherfucker.

You know he want
to take over and shit.

-Park the car.
-What?

Park the car.

(brake clicks, engine shuts off)

You know I got all this shit...

hanging over my head.

But you off trying to start
a war with our partners?

The nigga dis me
every time I see him.

Acting like he the one
in charge and shit.

In Compton, he is the one.

You lose...

every time you bite
with that nigga

and I'm the one
that pays for it.

Now, you're gonna
get off his corners,

you're gonna
leave his people be,

or you the one that's gonna
find yourself a new plug.

-You don't mean that shit.
-The fuck I don't.

I built this shit.

Me. Brick by brick.

And I'll be damned
if I let you tear it down

just 'cause you don't like
the way another nigga talk.

(exhales sharply)

Drive, motherfucker!

(Jerome scoffs)

How this nigga living?

Your boy Rob doing good.

(Louie chuckles)

And so are we.

Maybe it's time
we got a bigger place.

Not up here.

Hell no. (chuckles)

(music playing faintly)

You knew...

that shit was gonna
end up like this.

You blame me?

For taking Franklin
and that brick

up to Claudia's that night?

If I ain't want
to be in this game,

I wouldn't be.

And neither would you.

All that matter right now
is that we survive.

That's it.

(song continues playing)

That's it.

(sniffles)

(exhales)

(exhales sharply)

(breathing heavily)

(sniffles)

(panting)

(doorbell rings)

(electronic toys
beeping, buzzing)

I'll get it.

Who are you?

Melody. Well, honey, come on in.

THEO:
Um...

U-Uh, Herb, you have a visitor.

(TV playing indistinctly)

Kids, let's all go play
in the living room, okay?

-All right.
-Let's go.

Good to see you, Melody.

Hey, Mel.

What are you doing here?

Did you always have two?

Uh, no. (chuckles)

No, we adopted
Anthony last year.

-How are you holding up?
-(scoffs)

What can I do, Mel?

Tell me what you need.

Franklin killed my daddy.

Franklin killed my daddy.

(ice cream truck jingle playing)

(construction equipment roaring)

(lawnmower rumbling)

(sounds overlapping)

-(child crying)
-ICE CREAM MAN: I got two more!

(ice cream truck melody
overlapping hip-hop song)

*

(children shouting)

(girl crying)

* See, I got something new,
better for you *

* Now, if you're not too skinny,
if you're not too fat *

-* Everybody say,
"How about that?" *
-* How about that? *

(crying)

-* Oh, and-and do
what you like *
-(horn honking)

* Hey, you ladies,
what's happening? *

-(knocking on door)
-BERNICE: It's open.

(dog barking in distance

Hi, Bernice.

I'm Cissy.
We-we live next door.

Oh, yeah. Aren't you sweet?
Come on in.

You can put that on a magazine
on the table.

-Oh, sure.
-And have a seat.

I don't want
to put you out none.

Don't be silly.

I could use some mature company.

How's she doing?

I had to nail her window shut.

We've already had
half a dozen squabbles

that almost came to blows.

Between the-the grief
and the drugs,

it's a wonder she don't explode.

I am so sorry.

I intend to get this house
in shape and sell it,

and then move Mel down
to Tyler...

till her heart and body
can heal.

Of course. Is there anything
I can do to help?

Between the cleaning,
and watching that wild girl

and grieving,

I can't hardly think
about the funeral.

We could host the repast.

Oh, that would be
a godsend. Thank you.

Of course. And...

you're selling this house, huh?

I have a small
real estate business.

Maybe I could help you
with that.

I think the repast
will be enough.

Oh, of course. Sure.

Andre told me everything.

You're a good woman,
but your son...

His money and all
his businesses,

even in real estate,

that's the devil's wages,

and I will not have nothing
to do with that.

(Latin pop music playing)

I was starting to think
you weren't gonna show.

(sighs, clears throat)

You all right?

We doing this again?

Doing what?

You calling me in here.

Find out if my mess is gonna
end up in your lap.

Is it?

You don't need to worry, okay?

I did what needed to be done.

I've always done exactly
what needed to be done.

To keep you protected and happy,
keep the product moving,

make the money, everything!

(sighs)

(quietly):
Everything.

I understand what
you're going though.

(scoffs)

You understand exactly zero

of what the fuck
I'm going through, Reed.

You got blood on your hands.

You have innocent blood
on your hands, even.

You're responsible for the lives

of everybody you love,

and you're worried all the time.

And you're afraid.

"What if I made
a grave miscalculation?"

And inside of all that,
you're completely,

utterly alone.

When does it end, Reed?

I don't know.

But...

until then...

...I'll be right here with you.

(door squeaks open)

(door slams shut)

JULES:
There are things
I wanted to say.

Um, because I'm guessing that
after I leave,

unless it's about Paul,
you and I won't--

won't be speaking for a while.

I wanted you to know
how sorry I am.

Not for what I did, but that
I had to hurt you to do it.

I don't know how else to try
to make you understand

how scared I am for you,

except to say that

choosing between losing you...

and seeing you destroyed,
I did the only thing

that I felt I could live with.

I know you can't
believe me right now,

but everything I said...

...everything I felt was true.

It's not too late, Teddy.

We could still have a life.

Please come with me.

You should leave your keys
on the table before you go.

(pager beeping)

(line ringing)

Returning a page.

Yeah, I can be there in-in 30.

(sighs)

(coughs, sniffs deeply)

*

(siren whoops once)

*

Keep your hands on the wheel.

You arresting me?

Andre Wright was my friend.

But more than that,
he was my partner.

Do you understand
what that means?

I've got an idea.

I was with him hours before.

That was not a man
contemplating suicide.

But what I couldn't figure out

is how somebody made it look
so convincing.

How he would let anybody
get that close.

You knew him for
a long time, right?

-Since I was a child.
-So I bet

he let you get real close.

(cocks pistol)

Like this.

Andre thought he could
stop the rain from coming.

Ain't a fucking thing you can do
with a man like that.

If you're gonna kill me...

...get on with it.

If you want a bullet,

I'd be more than happy
to give it to you.

-But if you want to live...
-(uncocks pistol)

...maybe you and I can
work something out.

(chuckles)

The almighty dollar.

Yeah.

So long as you got
enough of 'em.

I've got plenty.

And you'll make sure none of
your buddies go rogue...

decide to come after
me and mine?

You'll be covered.

But get one thing straight.

You work for me.

It's whatever I want
whenever I want it.

You understand?

Yes, Officer.

Don't get smart, Franklin.

Because I promise I'll never
let you get that close.

Drive safe.

(dish scraping)

It's just awful
what happened to Andre.

Last week I saw him
coming home from work, and...

now he's dead.

I never thought he'd be capable
of something like that.

So sad.

You know he did it, right?

Either Franklin killed Andre

-or he had him killed.
-Police ruled it a suicide.

That might be, but you see
the way Franklin's been acting.

The weight he's been carrying...

I don't want to talk about this.

And I don't want to say it,

but if we're gonna continue
to be in his life,

then we got to know
where we're going.

Franklin hasn't spent the night

in the Valley in a long time.

I need to... I...

Wait, wait.

(knocking on door)

BERNICE:
Melody? You asleep?

Officer Nix is here to see you.

Said you'd want to hear him out.

Don't take too long.

-She a mess
and we got to get ready.
-Yes, ma'am.

I'll be in the kitchen
if you need me, baby.

The medical examiner's report
came in.

It was a suicide.

That's fucking bullshit
and you know it.

His prints on the gun,

the angle and trajectory
of the shot,

-the weapon that he claimed...
-Franklin Saint murdered my dad.

Franklin killed him!

NIX:
These things happen.

You never know how
someone's gonna react...

-The fuck are you talking about?
-He was suspended,

and you've been
in so much trouble...

Oh, I killed him?

I killed him. Great. I--

You know what? Get the fuck out.

-Get out!
-I'm sorry.

(screaming):
Get out!

-Bab...
-Get out-- Don't touch me!

(seabirds calling)

TEDDY:
We can't use this
as any kind of trampoline.

-It's way too close
to the border.
-I know. I know.

Reed, this is Hernan.

-He's helping me.
-Helping you with what?

I first thought about it
that night in the woods,

digging, you remember?

What can we do to not need
anyone's farm or routes,

-or whatever?
-(clanking)

Not to be worried about
la migra or customs...

So-- What is that sound?

Yeah. Come on in.

Come on in.

TEDDY:
You're digging a tunnel.

Starting to.

(speaks Spanish)

And it's going to go
all the way under the border?

All the way.

We're going slowly
on the other side.

In San Ysidro.

It's a clothing store.

Tunnel should be ready
in less than a month.

So? What do you think?

Do you have beer?

What?

(chuckles)

(jazz music playing)

(indistinct chatter)

Thank you so much
for having us here.

I'm only sorry
we couldn't do more.

I'm sorry, Mel.

I know how it feels.

You do?

Yeah.

My dad died when I was five.

That must have been awful.

(jazz continues playing)

(indistinct chatter)

(group murmuring)

-(screen door slams)
-WOMAN: How you doing?

-Welcome.
-Mm-hmm.

Mel?

Mel, did you...

Oh, Mel, you don't need
that shit.

Baby, please...

(exhales)

Mel...

(quietly):
Oh... fuck...

(groans)

Mel, the fuck you doing?

(groans)

Mel?

Aah!

Mel...
(grunts)

Mel, don't...

(labored breathing)

(shallow breathing)

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