All language subtitles for snowfall.s06e10.1080p.web.h264-cakes_track3_[eng]

FRANKLIN:
You're about to be raided.
You should run.

You're the only one
who has this number.

It's an answering service.

I will check it every week.

We've officially bounced
our first mortgage check

for Spring Street.

We are tapped out, Franklin.

FRANKLIN:
I'm trying real fucking hard
to make you understand

just how desperate I am.

Please don't do this.

(grunts, screaming)

What if we split it?
$37 million.

We each walk away
with a small fortune,

and then we go
our separate ways.

Tell me you're not gonna
let that man go.

In two hours,
this'll all be over.

I'll go with you to make sure
they don't kill you.

And after that, you and I will
never see each other again.

WOMAN (over phone):
Good afternoon,
Fullerton Escrow.

TEDDY:
Hey, Ann,
this is Teddy McDonald.

Yes, I am ready to initiate

the transfer.

- (gunshots)
- (people screaming)

FRANKLIN:
Hey! Fuck!

Mama. Mama, we got to go.

Goodbye, Franklin.

- (sirens wailing)
- OFFICER: Drop the gun, lady!

(dial tone sounding)

- (music playing quietly)
- (soft chatter)

(panting)

How you doing? Um...

Uh, d-- Uh, you got a phone?

Thank you.

(song continues playing)

(line rings)

- VERONIQUE (over phone): Hello?
- It's me.

All right, what happened?
Is it done?

- No.
- No?

- No. Mama, she had a gun.
- What you mean, she had a gun?

- Yeah, she shot Teddy.
- What?

- He's dead.
- What?

He's dead? Franklin,
what are you saying? What?

- Fuck.
- Fuck.

So fucking close

to having that fucking money.

They were about to transfer it,
and she fucked us, V.

- Franklin...
- (stammers) Why would she
do that shit?

Why would she do that?

Franklin, you just need
to get back here.

We're gonna talk about it.
Come back.

She just sat there.

Franklin, I need you
to breathe with me, okay?

Just stay with me, all right?

- And she said goodbye.
- Franklin, we will
figure this out.

Could you come back, please?
Right now, come back.

- (phone receiver slams down)
- ♪ I feel a lot of things ♪

♪ To come tomorrow... ♪

BARTENDER:
You okay?

♪ It's been so hard for me
to get along ♪

♪ And I don't,
I don't understand... ♪

It's on me.

♪ She's gone and left ♪

♪ With another man ♪

♪ And, oh ♪

♪ Can't you see ♪

♪ What she's done to me ♪

♪ She's gone and left me alone ♪

♪ And now my dreams
are sad songs... ♪

MAN:
You hear about this shooting?

Like five blocks away,
right by City Hall East.

Some lady shot a guy,
killed him.

Cops and reporters everywhere.
Fucking circus.

(conversation continues
indistinctly)

♪ ♪

- (indistinct chatter)
- (upbeat music playing)

(pager beeping)

♪ Always do, yeah ♪

♪ What they say ♪

♪ I knew it when I heard... ♪

(line rings)

HAVEMEYER (over phone):
Unless you want to spend
the rest of your life in jail,

you need to do exactly
what I tell you.

Listen to me,

uh, I-I didn't know she was
gonna fucking do that shit.

Put the asset into
the trunk of your car.

Drive to 355 Jamison Street.

Pull up to the dead end,
unload him, and leave.

Repeat the address back to me.

355 Jamison.

One hour. Come alone.

(line clicks, dial tone sounds)

VERONIQUE:
Ooh, thank God. Franklin.

Baby, what's going on? Franklin?

I need to move him.

VERONIQUE:
Franklin, can you talk to me?
Franklin, talk to me.

(Ruben speaking indistinctly)

RUBEN:
It's a bad idea, Franklin.

You cannot trust the CIA.

VERONIQUE:
What the fuck is going on?

RUBEN:
You're nothing to them.

You're just a liability.

You'll never make it back
from the handoff.

They'll kill you right there.

Franklin, don't do this.
It's a...

(banging in trunk)

(engine revs)

- (Ruben shouting indistinctly)
- (banging in trunk)

Franklin! You can't--

Ah!

Franklin. Please, Franklin.
Come on, man.

RUBEN: Please!
Please don't do this, man.

I can still help you out, man.

- Fuck it, come on.
- They will put me through hell,

Don't you understand?

Franklin, please don't do this,
man! (shouts)

Please, Franklin!

Franklin, don't do this, man!

Franklin!

Franklin, don't do this, please!

Ah, Franklin!

♪ ♪

- (indistinct chatter)
- (helicopter whirring)

LEON:
So, along with
everything else,

we lost the plug,

pure shit at the best price.

Now, I know ain't nobody
walking away,

but we need a new connect.

All right, I don't care
if it's Mexicans, Colombians,

or your fucking cousin
if they got what we need.

A hard game about to get
a whole lot harder.

Y'all better get ready.

Now let me talk to Frank
real quick.

(sighs)
FRANKLIN: Oh...

fuck.

LEON:
I found Cissy
at a jail downtown.

Sent Prentice over to talk
to her, but she sent him away.

Wouldn't even see him.

And they won't let me
talk to her,

not until after she's arraigned.

Ain't shit either of us
can do for her now.

Listen, Lee,

I need money, man,

and a lot more
than another 500k.

And I'm sorry, I got to ask:

how much you got left?

Almost three million.

That's what the fuck
I'm talking about.

Thank fucking Christ.
Okay, look, listen.

You know I don't expect
a handout, all right?

I'll take the 500k
that I already owe you,

I'll add the three million,

okay? And then I'll sell you

an ownership stake
in Spring Street.

Make you a partner, man,
like you always should've been.

And then, in a few years,

once construction's complete
and we're generating cash,

either I'll pay you
a quarterly income

or we wait till we refinance

and I'll buy you out five,

ten times the amount you put in.

Huh?

Let me ask you something.

Why do you think Cissy did
what she did?

(scoffs) Wh...

Ain't no "why," nigga.

She fucking snapped.
Lost her shit.

I don't think so.

She murdered Teddy
in broad daylight

in full view of 100 people,

including a CIA officer,

when her fucking son was about
to be handed $37 million.

No, she sacrificed herself
to keep you safe.

To keep us all safe, from him.

Do you feel safe, Leon?

Huh? You feel safe?

Do you feel safe?
'Cause I sure fucking don't.

She didn't want you
to have that money, and

I ain't gonna disrespect what
she did by giving you something

- she didn't want you to have.
- Are you for real right now?

After everything
I've done for you,

you gonna sit there
with a life raft

and watch me fucking drown?

Nigga, I'm the reason

y'all niggas got this fucking
money in the first place.

It's blood money. If I could
give it all back I would.

Oh, fantastic. Brilliant. Great.

Give it all back to me.

Can't do it.

I need that fucking money, Lee.

And you're gon
na give it to me,
or I'm gonna take it.

This really how
you want this shit to end?

No.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(engine idling)

(engine shuts off)

(indistinct radio chatter)

♪ ♪

JUDGE BOYD:
Charged with the first-degree
murder of Theodore McDonald

in violation of
California's penal code 187,

punishable by life imprisonment

without the possibility
of parole.

Do you understand these charges?

CISSY:
I do.

JUDGE BOYD:
And how do you plead?

I plead guilty

- of killing a CIA officer...
- Your Honor, a recess, please,

- so that I may converse
with my client.
- ...who helped our government

- flood these streets
with cocaine...
- (gavel banging)

- That's enough! Enough!
- CISSY: ...then used that money

- to fund an illegal war.
- JUDGE BOYD: Order!

Order!

(gavel bangs)

Request for a recess is denied.

Mrs. Saint,

you will not speak again.

The court reporter will enter
a plea of guilty

and nothing more.

Bond. To the People.

In addition to her guilty plea,

Mrs. Saint confessed
at the time of her arrest.

I believe she is a danger
to the community

and would ask for a remand,
Your Honor.

JUDGE BOYD:
The court denies bail
for the defendant.

You will remain in custody
without bail

throughout
your legal proceedings.

Next case.

(gavel bangs)

Franklin Saint.

Been looking for you.
Have a few questions.

I've got witnesses put someone
of your description

- in the square with your mother.
- Oh, yeah? Good for you.

Trying to tell me you two
weren't in this together?

Well, you heard her.
I ain't pull no trigger.

I've got a CIA officer who had
burns all over his chest.

How'd they get there?

I don't know, cooking rock?
Dangerous business.

Your mother's
throwing her life away

trying to publicly out the CIA.

You don't think
she's gonna talk to us?

(chuckles)
My mother's fucking crazy.

Ain't nobody gonna
believe that shit.

- Irene Abe would have.
- Yeah, Irene Abe's dead.

Yeah.

Yeah, and so are Andre Wright

and Kevin Hamilton
and Jerome Saint.

Now a CIA officer

to go along with
how many others along the way?

I know what the fuck you are.

I might be the only one
on the planet that does,

but I do.

Oh, yeah?

Then do something
about it then, nigga.

Go ahead.

Pull that gun and use it.

(car engine starts)

Uncle Tom-ass nigga.

You think Franklin would
come after you?

No.

He know he can't touch me here.

Without Cissy's money, the
shelter ain't gonna stay open.

In two weeks, it'll shut down.

All those people will be
back out on the streets.

I made my decision, Lee.

I'm going back to Ghana.

I got enough money
for a one-way ticket,

and I'll figure out the rest
when I get there.

(footsteps retreating)

(drawer opens)

Uh, Leon, I don't want
your money...

Stop.

You're my wife,
and this is your money, too.

We'll get you to Ghana,

so you can start a new life.

(sniffles)

You not even gonna
ask me not to go?

- Leon.
- No.

(gate beeping)

GUARD:
Empty your pockets.

Put it in the tray.

GUARD 2:
Follow the yellow line. Next.

Stop at the line.

(gate blares)

(lock buzzes, latch clicks)

(indistinct chatter)

(lifts receiver)

Hey, Mama.

How you doing? You all right?

I spoke to Prentice.

Said he could still help you.

Nobody enters a guilty plea
for first-degree murder.

You request new counsel,

say you weren't
in your right mind.

After yesterday,

people will believe it.

Can't run your mouth
like that again, Mama.

You hear me?

Can't provoke these people.

They'll hang you
by your bedsheets in here.

You understand what I'm saying?

(sighs)

Why'd you do this, Mama?

Huh?

He was about to make
the transfer.

We were so fucking close.

Ten seconds.

You couldn't wait
ten fucking seconds?

Huh?

(Franklin sighs)

♪ ♪

(knocking on door)

(knocking continues)

- Ah, Franklin.
- Mr. Davis.

May I come in?

Uh, yeah, sure.

Thank you.

Very nice to see you, Franklin.

- Uh-huh.
- Yeah.

Listen, I'm sorry to just
show up like this, but, uh,

I stopped by your office,

and it was very much closed,

so I thought I'd stop by here
while I was in the area.

Okay, is, uh, something
I could help you with?

Well, I want to discuss
your offer,

and I thought it best
we sit down in person.

Sorry, my offer?

Yes.

Selling your stake in
the Spring Street development.

We are interested, but

before we get into
vetting the numbers,

I wanted to personally ask you
about this situation

with your mother.

I'm sorry,
you've been misinformed.

About which part?

My stake. It ain't for sale.

Your partner reached out to us,

and said that, uh,
you wanted to...

- My partner was wrong.
- (stammers)

Anything else?

No.

I suppose not.

You have yourself a good day.

(door closes)

I've been paging you.
Where you been?

Oh, I've been a lot of places,
but it started out

with a meeting with Paul Davis.

(sighs)

I wanted to test the waters.

See what we'd be looking at
if we decided to sell.

I thought I was very clear that
we're not selling downtown, V.

I didn't see how it could hurt
to have the numbers at hand.

(chuckles) Oh, you didn't see
how it could hurt?

My lady going behind my back,

soliciting offers
with our competitors,

showing our weakness?

Okay, then.

It won't happen again.

Oh, I know
it won't happen again.

I made a deal to sell
the South Central properties,

so we can finance Spring Street
for as long as possible.

VERONIQUE:
What?

You sold all of
the South Central buildings?

Today?

Single buyer with deep pockets.

One familiar enough
with the area

and the business model
to see a great deal

when it's
right in front of them.

Not to mention,

personal motivation
to buy us out.

My mother's old boss,

Arnold Tulfowitz.

(scoffs)

Well, shit.

- You just threw it all away.
- No.

- You just sunk us.
- No. No, no, no.

- I don't think I have.
- No?

No.

But even if I have,

I built it, right?

And if I want to tear it
all down, then that's

what the fuck I'm gonna do.

(sighs)

Yo
u remember what
I said to you in Malibu

- on the bluff that day?
- You said you needed my loyalty.

No, no, no, baby,
that's not all

I said to you.

(Veronique grunts)

Don't ever go behind
my fucking back again,

you hear me?

Get the fuck off me.

(Veronique exhales)

(lock buzzes, latch clicks)

Blue isn't exactly
my color, right?

Don't look at me like that.

I did the only thing
I could possibly do

and still live with myself.

Yeah.

Well, you should know,

people in the neighborhood
been talking,

and they calling you a hero.

Mm.

But they're the only ones
talking about it, right?

Yeah.

Yeah. I also wanted you to know,

I'm-a keep funding the shelter.

Just not gonna let it die.

That is good news.

How's Wanda handling everything?

Not great.

She, uh...

hit her breaking point,

and went back to Ghana.

I so admire

all that you're doing,

but I fucking hate
the way you're doing it.

I didn't come here for advice.

I came here to see if there's
anything I can do for you.

Okay.

Well, here's what
you can do for me:

pack a suitcase full of books,

get on a plane,

and go to your wife in Ghana.

Go find out who you want
to be in this world, Leon.

And when you're
really ready to atone...

come back.

Franklin's lost.

One of
the greatest tragedies
of my life.

(sighs)

But you

are one of my
greatest surprises.

I don't want to lose you, too.

Don't do that to me.

And write.

It's gonna get
pretty lonely in here.

(crying):
I love you.

Love you, too.

Go. (sniffles)

(sniffles)

(exhales shakily)

(siren wailing in distance)

(indistinct chatter)

PHILLIP:
Mr. Saint.

Phil.

- How you doing, man?
Nice to see you.
- PHILLIP: Have a seat.

(sighs)

So, uh... (chuckles)

We need to rip out
the entire foundation

and re-pour it.

I'm suing, of course,

but, in the meantime,

I need to, uh, increase
the line of credit

to the construction loan

and cut a cashier's check
to GY Concrete

for $129,000, please.
You know,

just get the ball going.

Is this maybe what Veronique
was here about earlier?

Sorry, what?

Ms. Turner,
she was here this morning

and made a substantial
cash withdrawal.

Um...

(laughs)

I-I'm sorry, Phil, um...

How substantial?

PHILLIP:
I'll need to verify
the exact amount,

but it was the majority
of the available funds.

Somewhere in the neighborhood
of $800,000.

FRANKLIN:
Yeah.

Yeah, um,

that must be where
got our-our lines crossed.

I'll-I'll talk to her
and I'll get it handled.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, that must've been
where our lines,

our signal got crossed.

Um, I'll talk to her.

Yeah, and I'll get it handled.

PHILLIP: I suppose
I don't need to point out

that you've been paying
the Spring Street mortgage

from that account.

Yeah, yeah, um...

I'll transfer it in
and get it covered, okay?

(exhales deeply)

(indistinct chatter)

♪ ♪

(lock buzzes, latch clicks)

Hey, Mama.

How you doin'?

Uh, so, listen.

Veronique...

She fucked me.

She robbed me.

And she took off.

Now I got
Top Notch looking for her.

But, you know,

this-this is what
that bitch does, so it might

take me a while to find her,
but I'm-a fucking find her.

I promise you that.

But-but until I do...

Mama, look at me,
I'm in trouble.

All I got left is the house.

So I need to sell it,

because I need the cash.

Even though I-I bought it
for you, so...

look, I got some documents

that I just need you
to sign 'em.

I just need you to sign
ownership over to me.

Okay?

Mama, listen to me. I...

I'm sorry, but you never
getting out of here.

Okay? That's the facts.

So...

just sign the paperwork.

And...

and give me some indication
that you'll do that for me.

Huh?

Mama?

(muffled): What kind of
fucking mother are you?

You're not gonna
fucking talk to me?

Huh?

This is all your fucking fault.

You ended my fucking life!

After everything
I fucking did for you,

you're not gonna
fucking talk to me?!

- You did this to me!
- I got him.

You ended my fucking life!

And Teddy should've blown
your fucking head off!

Fuck you, bitch!

Fuck you!

You fucking did this shit to me!

You did this shit to me!

You fucking did this!

You ended my fucking life!

Fuck you, bitch!

- Fuck you!
- (door slams)

I understand that! Look!

Phillip told me... (stammers)

...y-you all might extend me
for another 30 days

based on the value
of the property.

LOAN OFFICER: Mr. Saint, I
understand that's what he said.

But I'm afraid we aren't able
to extend you any further

- than we already have.
- Look... (stammers)

I can get you the money.
I just need one week.

Could you give me one week, please?

You have the 48 hours
that we discussed.

- At which time,
we will be fully within...
- God!

You motherfuckers, this is
what you live for, huh?!

This is what you wanted
from the start, right?

Fuck decent people
out they fucking money!?

Look, um, I shouldn't
have said that, okay?

- Um, I just, I really--
- (line clicks, dial tone drones)

Hello?

He--

(exhales)

(labored breathing)

(pager beeping)

(sighs)

Top.

How you holdin' up?

Yeah, what's up?

You found V?

Nah.

Oh, goddamn, Top.

I mean, shit,
she was due two weeks ago.

She gotta have that
baby somewhere, right?

- You check the hospitals?
- Hospitals? (laughs)

Man, look,
I don't know where the fuck

I'm supposed to be looking.

All right, listen, Franklin.

Look, I wanted to tell you.

From here on out I'm-I'm not
looking for Veronique anymore.

What?

Why the fuck not?

What, you been talking to Cissy?

Veronique fucking pay you off?

No.

No, this is about me.

I've done all I can do
for you, man.

I'm finished.

Oh, you're finished?

So you dragged me

all the way out here

to tell me that you're
fucking quitting on me?

Yeah.

But I also got something
for you.

It's what you been looking for.

(train rattling past)

♪ ♪

(exhales)

(dogs barking in distance)

♪ ♪

(panting)

(coughing, wheezing)

Franklin Saint.

My nigga.

FRANKLIN:
Ah.

You know...

When I read that you was
in Monrovia...

...I thought it made sense
that your bitch ass

would run
all the way to Liberia.

Imagine my surprise
when I found out

it wasn't that Monrovia.

Bet you thought
it was a smart play, huh?

Tell everybody you headed
halfway across the world...

only to go 25 miles.

Or you did plan to leave...

and this is just as far as
your bitch ass junkie ass got.

Look at me, nigga.

Five million you took from me.

I hope for your sake

you still got some of it left.

The money?

Yeah, yeah, man, I got it.

Um...
there's a safe in the back.

All right.

Show me.

- Come on, nigga, show me!
- (coughs) Shit!

Come on. Slow.

I'm gonna show you.
Calm down, nigga.

- Oh, hey, man.
- Come on.

(panting)

(Peaches hacking, coughing)

Fuck.

(wheezing)

(clanging)

You fucking sloppy, nigga.

Yeah. Yeah, got your ass, nigga.

♪ ♪

(labored breathing)

♪ ♪

(gasps, laughs)

Fuck. (shouts)

(panting)

♪ ♪

(panting)

Yeah, yeah. No, no, no, no.

I swear I've been putting
the right combination in,

but the shit just won't work.

♪ ♪

Yeah, I called the company,
and they said it's gonna take

a few days before somebody
can get out here.

I don't have
that type of time.

- (crying)
- Uh, the make is, um...

Shelterstone.

(knocking at door)

(knocking)

Okay. (sniffles)

Miguel?

Yeah, that's right.

- Must make you Chris.
- Uh-huh.

Thanks for coming so, so quick.

You know?
I know it's getting late.

Yeah, well,
most of the calls that I get,

some old lady locked herself
out of her Buick.

- Yeah.
- It's not every day
I get a chance

- to crack a safe, you know?
- Yeah.

Makes me feel like a...
bank robber.

(both laugh)

It's just back this way.

Damn.

So it's just you in here?

Yeah, I don't get out much.

- Huh.
- Got that anxiety, you know?

Oh, hey, hey,
nothing to be ashamed of.

- My abuela has that shit.
- Mm-hmm.

She's afraid of the outdoors.

- It's got some name for it,
but I can't remember.
- Yeah.

Here she is.

Holy shit.

She is a big one, huh?

Yeah. So you think
you get into it?

Hell yeah.

- The second one should
do the trick.
- Okay.

(laughs)

(drill whirring)

Who are you?

What the,
what the fuck are you doing?

We was trying to help Peaches
get into his safe.

Where's Peaches at?

He's just, he's just around
back. Here, I'll show you.

No, no. You-you stay back.

- No, it's all good, relax.
- Hey! Peaches!

- Fuck. Miguel...
- Peaches!

Please carry on, please?

Peaches! Hey!

- (gunshots)
- (body thuds)

(panting)

(quietly):
Oh, fuck.

(sniffles)

I don't want to hurt you.

I just need you
to open that safe, okay?

Then I'll let you go.

Fuck.

(drill whirring)

(clanks)

(drill stops whirring)

All right, back up.

Please, man.

(wheel turning)

(inhales)

(shudders)

Count it.

It's, uh...

I don't know, maybe around...

...12 grand.

(soft chuckle)

(laughing)

Oh, Peaches!

(screams)

(exhales)

(clears throat)

12 grand.

Lot of money, huh?

I don't know, man.

I've got three kids, man.

I swear to God,
I won't say shit.

All right? If the cops ask,
I'll say it was another...

white boy dope fiend
who did all of this shit.

Put it in your pocket.

Go on.

What's your name again?

Miguel.

Miguel what?

Miguel... Flores.

Well, get out of here.

Go.

Thank you.

- (gunshots)
- (grunts)

(bird calling)

(horse whinnies in distance)

(horse whinnies)

(horse snorting)

TONY:
Morning.

LINDA:
Good morning to you.

This looks official.

Sorry to bother you.

It ain't a bother yet.

- This your place?
- Our place.

Yes.

Well, uh,
we're looking for someone.

Believe she was in the area
looking for work

about six months ago.

Might've introduced herself
as Carla Huggins.

Her real name's Louie Saint.

She was a drug trafficker.

Cocaine.

One of the largest operations
in Los Angeles' history.

LINDA:
Yep, she was here.

Last winter.

Stayed a couple months,
and then moved on.

TONY: She leave a hint of
where she might've been headed?

EMMETT: Well, we didn't exactly
have that kind of relationship.

LINDA: These things happen
out here all the time.

Folks come around
looking for work,

stay a couple months,
then move on.

We always figure
they're runnin' from something.

TONY:
All right, well...

if you happen to remember
anything else,

or if she shows up again,

give us a call.

- ♪ ♪
- (man shouting in Spanish)

(men grunting)

(shouting in Spanish)

(whistles)

(sighs)

(mutters in Spanish)

(dialing pay phone)

(line beeping steadily)

(sighs)

AUTOMATED VOICE:
You have one new message.

XIAMARA:
Hi... Gustavo.

I'm not sure if you're still
checking this service.

It's... it's been so long.

But if you do get this,
I just...

I wanted you to know
that we're okay.

We finally settled
in North Carolina.

It's...

it's nice here and...

and the boys... (chuckles)

- The boys are doing okay.
- (short laugh)

I'm sorry it's taken me
so long to reach out.

I wasn't sure
if it was a good thing.

And my mother said
she'd kill me.

But I still miss you so much.

- We all do.
- (chuckles)

(laughs)

If you do get this...

if you made it...

and it's possible...

we all want to see you again.

I want to see you again.

(sighs)

♪ Cooley, Cooley, High,
Cooley, Cooley, High ♪

♪ When Joe Cooley's on the cut
the others run out of luck ♪

♪ Every time he makes a move
the crowd gives it up ♪

♪ When the vocals come in,
the crowd screams again ♪

♪ We're hitting home runs
and we always win ♪

♪ We're here to be known
and Joe's known to be ♪

♪ The king of scratch
and mixology ♪

♪ A little left hand,
right hand to take command ♪

♪ Can the crowd get loud
and make them do it again? ♪

♪ Cooley, Cooley, High ♪

♪ Cooley, Cooley,
High ♪

♪ Cooley, Cooley, High ♪

♪ Cooley, Cooley, this song is ♪

♪ Cooley, Cooley, High ♪

♪ Cooley, Cooley, High... ♪

Hey, cuz. Who you with?

♪ Cooley, High... ♪

I grew up here. On 46th.

You know if anybody live here?

♪ None of you'll I'll rob,
I got the rhymes to exceed... ♪

Yeah. Someone in there.

If you want to call
that shit living.

- (chuckles)
- Appreciate it.

(sighs)

♪ So make the crowd sway
to the style you crave... ♪

(music recedes)

(knocking on door)

(door chain rattles)

(knocking at door)

Hey, Frank.

If you in there, open up.

It's Leon.

- Come on, man.
- (knocking continues)

- Come on, Frank.
- (pounding on door)

(exhales)

(hoarse): Well, come on in
if you coming in.

Shit.

Anybody else outside,
watching the house?

Huh?

Anybody like who?

From the city, nigga. Who else?

Nah, I-I just saw
the notice on the door

about the unpaid property tax.

Hell.

Um... (scoffs)

Five years. You know.

Five years I should get.

But they on some bullshit.

And they fucking with me.

'Cause they know
who the fuck I am.

But it's all good.

'Cause what we gonna do is...
(sniffles)

We gonna go through the back.

'Cause they don't
watch the alley.

Well, come on, then, nigga!
Shit. (chuckles)

I know your bougie ass ain't
trying to stay in this shithole.

Leon, Leon.

Okay.

(exhales):
Well, go on.

(sighs, clears throat)
Okay.

(muttering indistinctly)

So, when you get back?

- A little while ago.
- (laughs)

Leon, Leon.
Go to Africa, come back,

go to Africa, come back again.

I'm-a start calling you
Yo-Yo, nigga. (chuckles)

Yo-Yo! (laughs)

That's actually a better
nickname than Lil Lee.

You gonna be Yo-Yo, motherfucker.

So, you find what you was
looking for out there?

Yeah. Yeah.

That's good.

Sure as shit
ain't gonna find it here.

Bitch, what the fuck
are you doing?

WOMAN:
What?

Y'all better not be taking
no fucking shits back here.

Get the fuck gone.

I live here.

See what I mean?

Shit, last year,
two motherfuckers

broke into my house,
tried to jack me.

Look at that shit. Look at that.

I will say, they got
the worst of it, though,

fucking with me.

Shit, that's why Cissy, she-she
let me stay in the house.

That's-- She knew.

(sniffles) She a tricky
little bitch, that lady.

LEON:
When was the last time
you saw her?

(chickens squawking)

"Saw her"?

Nigga, you hear
what the fuck I just said?

Goddamn.

Where we going?

Sup with Wanda?

She finally leave your ass?

She go back to her first love?

- (inhales sharply)
- It's a long story.

- (laughs)
- She doing great, though.

Trying to get
into the music business.

- You fucking with me right now.
- No.

No.

(cackles)

Damn. Ah.

Everybody got to have a dream.

Yeah.

One thing I will say,
marriage ain't easy.

I'll tell you what ain't easy.

That bitch Veronique.

Motherfucker bounced
like a bad check

- soon as the money was gone.
- (dogs barking)

She called me once,
if you can believe that shit.

She ain't tell me where she was,
but she did say I had a son.

Said she was gonna
raise him right.

Best schools, better life.

Away from America.

Break the curse.

Said I should take
some solace in that.

That's what she said:
"Take some solace."

I said, "Bitch,
I'd take a few days

to see my fucking son."

I don't get it, Lee.

Women?

I don't get it.

Sexy chocolate nigga like me...

- can't keep a bitch.
- (chuckles)

(laughs)

What the fuck?

What the fuck going on here?

- Heard they shooting a movie.
- Oh?

Damn. Movie business, huh?

(scoffs)
Bad fucking business.

Come on.

Y'all ain't gonna win no Oscar.

(laughs)

(indistinct chatter)

LEON:
Hey, so I explored
my options and, um...

I started a free legal clinic.

- Oh, really?
- Yeah.

With LAPD arresting folks
left and right, and...

public defenders
being all backed up and shit.

First step to giving
people freedom

is to make sure
they literally free, you know?

Uh-huh.

I was wrong, about how bad
that Len Bias Law

was gonna be for Black folks.

It was way worse.

Jim Crow all over again.

Yeah, you the nigga
trying to help niggas

that ain't trying
to help theyselves.

I mean, people going through it.
They want to get involved.

I actually came to see you
because I could use

- an extra hand.
- Uh-huh.

If you want to come by and help,
that would be great.

Listen, uh...

You got ten bucks on you?

Huh?

♪ ♪

A 20? (laughs)

Andrew Jackson. You the man.

You don't want anything, do you?

I'll be right back.

(indistinct chatter)

FRANKLIN (hoarse):
Ah.

You know, they was watching me
for a while.

I know they were.

I could hear them
on the phone, clicking.

Click, click, click, you know?

(exhales, groans)

Random motherfuckers in cars,
following me,

acting like I was the problem.

Called them up once.

Mm-hmm.

Called up the fucking CIA.

Somebody answered.

And I told them,

I said,
"Leave me the fuck alone.

Huh? Leave me the fuck alone
or I'm-a start talking."

And that did it.

(laughs)
That fucking did it.

Man.
(laughs softly)

(indistinct radio chatter)

(car door shuts)

Hmm.

(pounding on door)

CARRON (distant):
This is the L.A.
Sheriff's Department.

We have a warrant for seizure
for nonpayment of back taxes.

Like I said.

No, they-they can't take
your fucking house.

- (scoffs)
- (pounding on door)

Why?

CARRON: Make this easy.

- (pounding on door)
- They done took everything else.

CARRON: Open this door now
or we'll open it ourselves.

They gonna take that shit, too.

Look, I'll pay the property
taxes and I'll clean

- this shit up myself.
- Stop.

Stop.

You don't understand,
Yo-Yo. I'm...

(exhales)

I ain't got no fucking chains
on me, man.

Hey.

I'm free.

Free from all of it.

In my fucking way. Not yours.

And not theirs.

(grunts)

(laughs)

You my best friend.

Best friend I ever fucking had.

And I'm fucking proud of you.

You hear me?

Huh?

(paper crinkles)

(ragged exhale)

I'm good. (clears throat)

(sighs) Fuck.

Saint.

Saint!

("PRIDE." by Kendrick Lamar
playing)

♪ Me ♪

♪ I wasn't taught to share ♪

♪ But care ♪

♪ In another life ♪

♪ I surely was there ♪

♪ Me ♪

♪ I wasn't taught to share ♪

♪ But care ♪

♪ I care, I care ♪

♪ Hell-raising, wheel-chasing ♪

♪ New worldly possessions ♪

♪ Flesh-making,
spirit-breaking ♪

♪ Which one would you lessen? ♪

♪ The better part,
the human heart ♪

♪ You love them
or dissect them ♪

♪ Happiness or flashiness? ♪

♪ How do you serve
the question? ♪

♪ See, in a perfect world,
I would be perfect, world ♪

♪ I don't trust people enough
beyond they surface, world ♪

♪ I don't love people enough
to put my faith in man ♪

♪ I put my faith in these
lyrics, hoping I make a band ♪

♪ I understand I ain't perfect,
I probably won't come around ♪

♪ This time I might
put you down ♪

♪ Last time
I ain't give a fuck ♪

♪ I still feel the same now ♪

♪ My feelings might go numb ♪

♪ You're dealing
with cold thumb ♪

♪ I'm willing to give up a leg ♪

♪ And arm to show empathy from ♪

♪ Pity parties and functions
of you and yours ♪

♪ A perfect world,
you probably live another 24 ♪

♪ I can't fake humble ♪

♪ Just 'cause your ass
is insecure ♪

♪ I can't fake humble just
'cause your ass is insecure. ♪

♪ ♪