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You know her?

She's one of the girls I killed.

Whoever's looking for her,

we need to figure out who that is.

Oh, I'm Victoria, by the way.

Reed Thompson.

You'll be ready to purchase another 25 keys?

No problem.

We'll be in contact.

Since when do we care what Gustavo wants?

I made him a partner.

Papa? I've got to tell you something.

Niggas broke into my spot, tie me up,

and hit me with a motherfucking baseball bat.

You see that? You see those rocks?

- It's my new favorite. - I ain't never seen that before.

- Fuck is that? - Our future.

Y'all cutting that shit too small, man.

Man, we've been at this shit for like a hour.

Can't we get some bitches to do this?

Already did.

Nigga got jokes.

We should be out there hustling right now.

No, no, no.

We're not selling this batch.

We gonna give it away.

What? For free?

Motherfucker, you done lost your mind?

Man, how we supposed to get paid, man?

Avi called this shit garbage.

Threw it in my face. Why?

Because he don't know what it is.

Nobody in L.A. knows what it is, not yet.

Ain't a market for it.

So... we gonna create it.

This motherfucker talking about markets

like he Dow Jones.

Y'all weren't there. This ain't no regular high.

One taste from this shit, motherfuckers be feenin'.

And when they do, you tell them to bring their cash

to MLK Park tomorrow, all right?

So, uh...

you're gonna let us sample the product this time, right?

I mean, this ain't coke. We gotta gain a little knowledge

if we're gonna educate the masses.

Just tell 'em it's good.

Yeah, but I wanna know how good.

- Fine. - Really?

On you.

But develop a taste for that shit,

and you can go back to moving furniture to make your ends.

Man, my couch humping days are over. Don't worry 'bout me.

What you think? This will work?

I don't know.

One small step for man, right?

Let's see that shit.

Fuck.

Shit.

Holy fuck.

Oh, man.

Oh, fuck.

Yo, I'm good.

We gonna make bank.

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Relax. Mm.

Everybody in L.A.'s at least 10 minutes late for everything.

- Thank you for coming with me. - Seriously?

Finding Kristin could mean finding Jess.

Right.

You got some way of contacting him or...

Just his name.

Mm. Jim Stewart.

Wait, what? Ooh...

Sorry, it's just... Jimmy Stewart?

Oh, my God.

Wait, do you think it's a scam?

I don't know. I mean, could be a coincidence.

Sh...

- Hey... - 24, order up.

"The money is in Joe's house.

Right next to yours.

And the Kennedys' house, and Mrs. Macklin's house, too,

- and a hundred others." - "And a hundred others."

I'm sorry. Oh...

I love Jimmy Stewart. Are you a fan?

Oh, no, at heart, I'm more of a Cary Grant girl, so...

Hmm.

Oh, gosh.

Do you wanna keep waiting or should we get out of here?

Fuck it. Let's just... Let's go, okay?

Oh, God.

Hello?

- Ah, I can see the resemblance. - Are you Jim Stewart?

Yeah. Yeah, it's in the nose, in the eyes.

Faces worth remembering.

Wait, um, so you really knew Kristin?

Well, don't know if I'd go that far.

We partied one night.

There was an Asian chick there as well.

She had fake bits. Brilliant.

- So where was this? - Some club.

Don't quite remember the name.

I might be able to remember better

if my tourist visa wasn't expiring.

Wait, what?

Money to hire a lawyer.

That would almost certainly jog my memory.

I reckon a few thousand should do it.

She had a dimple on her chin,

and she did a mean Bonnie Tyler,

just in case you think I'm not for real.

Wait. But...

I mean, I don't have a few thousand dollars.

I do.

I got more in the car. I keep it there for emergencies.

Come on.

Now, you're doing me a real favor here, mate.

If I just get this visa sorted, then...

- Sure. It's in the trunk. So... - ...then I can gig again.

It's a... it's... it's a punk rock thing.

Now I'm right at a vanguard of this... Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah!

You are a special kind of piece of shit, aren't you?

- Fuck! - Tell me the name of the club right now

or I'm gonna break your fucking arm, Jimmy.

All right, all right!

It's the Glitter Club.

Fuck.

Wow.

Gustavo. Nice boots.

I see we're taking good care of you, hmm?

I bought them for him.

His old ones had holes in them.

Yeah, well, Lucia. Siempre tan linda, huh?

Your father is in the study. He's been askin' for ya.

Okay.

Don't take too long. He needs his strength.

I haven't seen you in a couple of days.

Yeah.

I've been busy.

Ahorita vengo.

Hey.

I've been calling you.

What's wrong?

The camp was hit.

When?

- Early this morning. - Elena?

- I don't know yet. - The coke?

You think I give a shit about the fucking coke right now?

Right, sorry. I...

I'll, um, I'll ask around.

I'll see what intel I can scrounge up.

No, no, I'm going down there, Teddy.

Right now. We both should.

What?

Does Club Glitter mean anything to you?

All right, look, don't worry.

Just... you go. I'll stay here.

I'll make sure she doesn't get any further than that.

I thought approaching her was a bad idea, but...

you were right.

Look, if you're gonna go down there, be careful.

The whole area's probably still hot.

And the last thing I need iis you getting yourself killed.

I will.

Thanks, Teddy.

It's like that, uh, "Prince and the Pauper" nigga.

Them old motherfuckers from back in the day, man, you know?

But except ain't no price.

It's just a rich white boy from Wall Street, right?

And he get tricked to switch places with Eddie

by these other crusty old rich white guys, right?

And Eddie becomes a Wall Street dude, man.

And the Wall Street dude, he turn poor and shit

and they start treating whitey like he a nigga.

Shit crazy, man.

And then, Eddie on the floor pretending like

he ain't got no legs and the police come over, man,

And they start, "hey man, what are you doing?"

- And he's like... - Nigga, I was with you, all right?

We saw that shit, like, two weeks ago with Franklin.

Really? Are you sure?

Oh, yeah.

Hear y'all giving away some new high.

He got you.

Hey, hold up. Hold up, hold up, hold up.

Spread the word, all right?

Tell everybody.

Hey, man, um, how many of these we give away? Like... like 30?

- Nah, more like 10. - Really?

Ain't given away 30 rocks, nigga.

You sure?

Really?

Hey, wh-what you all giving, man?

Something new and improved.

- Shit, hit me with a couple. - Nah, nigga, you getting one.

Let me have two, man.

Hey cuz I said you getting one, all right?

Now you can come back tomorrow and pay $10.

All right.

Hey, hook this nigga up.

All right, come here.

- Who's that? - What's up?

We got that new high.

He gonna hook y'all up when he done.

Hey! Hey, man. Hey, Leon! Leon!

Come on! Come on! Calm down, bitch!

- Hey! Hey, Leon! - The fuck off me!

- Get the fuck off my homie! - Whoo!

Hey, kick his ass!

Get... hey, man, these my new Adidas!

- Hey, let go of my leg, man! - Hey, what the fuck you doing?

- Get him off me, Leon! - Get the fuck off his leg.

Man, these my new Adidas, cuz! Get off me, man!

We have to talk.

About what's gonna happen with the business.

Always so impatient.

Ever since you were little.

I remember one time your mom was doing cemitas.

You wanted one, but she said no.

That evening, she was doing the wash.

And she sees you coming out of the kitchen

wearing these old, dirty overalls.

I've never worn overalls.

Mm. She stripped you right there in the hallway

Two cemitas come tumbling out.

Oh... the reason I remember is

You said that extra cemita was for your sister.

I know it's hard to let someone in

after what happened to this family.

Mija,

you're smart, innovative, fierce.

But you can't do it alone.

You need people that you can count on.

That's what helps you prosper

That's what makes a life.

Uh, you take the bar, I'll take the floor.

Okay.

Hey. Hi.

Any luck?

No, you?

No.

Fuck.

You know, I really thought there would be something here, right?

- I'm sorry. - It's okay.

Come on, you wanna get out of here?

No.

Let's get shitfaced and dance.

- Yeah, I don't dance. - Come on.

I seem to remember Stewart getting down

in "It's a Wonderful Life."

Or does your impression just end at the voice?

Bartender, uh, we'll have a shot over here.

What do you want? Um, anything but tequila.

Oh, I'd love a shot of tequila, please.

Coming up.

Oh!

- Another round. - You got it.

Price point's right.

We don't have to sell to white folks or Mexicans.

We sell it right here, and, uh, same as weed.

But for big paper.

That takes care of your problems with yeyo, right?

How big?

You would know big.

Off a single key, the way we cut it,

we make 50... Selling nickels.

But it catches on and we set the market, we sell dimes.

- $100,000 off a single key? - A-ha

And people be coming back.

Try if you want.

Oh, fuck that.

Nah, I've been fools into freebase. That shit is nasty.

All I know is, this will catch on.

And when it does,

we could be makin' seven figures a month.

All right. We'll give your little shit away for right now

and we can see how it go.

Thanks, Unc.

- See you, Aunt Lou. - Bye.

Hey, if it do pop off the way that you're thinkin',

it's gonna make some noise.

You thought about what you gonna tell yout mama?

I'm thinking on that.

Keep thinkin'.

Franklin gon' do this with or without us.

Be better for him if we in on it.

What? You trying to protect the boy?

We got a good life here, don't we?

Damn.

Yeah.

But still ain't enough, right?

When I was a little girl in Baton Rouge,

we ain't had no TV, but we had this big 'ol radio

with a record player on top.

And that mug would transmit all the way from Chicago.

WLS.

And on Sunday nights, they would play live big band.

And I would imagine the women in their evening dresses

and the men in their tuxedos.

And, baby, I wanted more than anything to be in that room.

You sound like a little girl right now.

Maybe I do.

But seven figures a month, baby,

this world will be whatever the fuck we want it.

Yes! Mm!

Yes! Mm!

Yes!

No, no, no, no, no.

Quieto, quieto, quieto, quieto. Hey.

What are you doing out here skulking like a thief?

Just took a walk.

Mira, Pedro. Take him.

I'll catch up with you, okay?

If I had known you'd been around, I would've invited you.

You ever been riding at night?

I've never been riding, se�or.

- Never? - Never.

What kind of a Mexican are you?

Your father never took you?

Nunca, se�or.

Hey, papa, dale, dale.

He still around, your father?

No, se�or.

�Y tú mam�?

Dios los tenga en su gloria.

What happened?

Killed.

When I was young.

Sorry to hear.

�Y hermanos, y primos y todo eso?

There is nobody, se�or.

No m�s, yo.

Qu� pena.

Well, at least you still have us, huh?

I do think you need some riding lessons.

Hijo de la chingada

Hey. Hey!

- I can help you. - Good. Thank you.

I can help you.

No, I...

- You're looking for Kristin, right? - What?

- You're looking for Kristin? - Yeah.

- Let's go talk. Let's go talk. - Okay.

Of course she was here. I was the one who invited her.

See, we had just started doubling up in class

- and she was my partner, and this was - Wait. Class? What class?

Uh, you know, aerial dance, the art of trapeze.

No, I was wondering if...

Wait, so were you guys hanging out that night, or...

Yeah. Well, well, I was working,

but she was partying, though.

She had to blow off some steam, you know, because of Nate.

That fucking asshole. I told her that...

So what happened then? Did she leave alone?

Um, no, but she met some guys and left with them.

Guys... What guys?

I don't know. One kind of had like a faint

frat-holey thing going on.

The other one was really hot.

Kinda looked like a heavier Latino Freddie Mercury.

Okay, so who were they, though?

Do you know their names or anything?

No, just that they were going to keep partying

at the frat-hole's place. And they asked me to go

- and I was going to, but then I pulled - So where were they headed?

- What was the address? - Um, I... you know what?

I may have written it down

That's possible. Coming through.

Let's see...

This is a disaster.

What does that say?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

No, I don't know.

Oh my God. That guy's such a creep.

I'm so sorry, I like, never write anything...

Oh, my God. Wait, no, no, no.

Fuck me sideways with a tire iron. That's it.

- That's it? - Yeah, that... that's it!

Oh, thank you! Wow!

- Oh, my God! - Okay...

I never write shit down.

Can I take this? That's in...

This has never happened to me before.

- Thank you. Yeah, wow. - I hope you find Kristin.

Yeah. She's like... she had the best straddle whip in class.

- Thank you. - And she always brought me Skittles.

- Yeah, thank you. - And I thought that was so sweet.

- Thank you so much. - Bye, guys. Bye!

You know what? I gotta use the restroom.

Just two minutes. I'll meet you by the front door.

Okay.

Don't take too long. Uh...

Hey, it's McDonald. Uh, listen, I need you...

I don't know. As long as it takes.

Please just do it.

Thank you.

Can I have these drinks? Thanks.

Ah! What the fuck, man?

- Back off! - Shit!

Okay, okay!

Are you okay?

Tio.

This used to be the setting porch

You used to love to play here.

Your father moved out all the furniture...

...turned it into this.

It makes him happy.

It gives him peace.

You make him happy.

�Verdad? �Y tú, feliz?

Claro que s�.

Uh-huh. You should talk, then...

about how you see everything moving forward in this business.

I'm not sure I understand what you mean.

Well, you know, you're bright, ambitious.

I'm sure you have ideas.

You know, changes that you might want to make.

How you see things into the future.

Pedro told you, didn't he?

Of course he told me.

�Qu� onda?

I think you should stop sleeping in the stash house.

You have some money now.

Get out of that shithole and go find your own place.

- Okay. - Okay.

I got it. I got it.

- So it's just there, um... - Shit.

- ...there on the right. - Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit, shit.

If you... would you grab me that medical kit.

Yeah, I got it, okay.

- It's just under the seat. - Mm-hmm. Yeah, okay.

Okay.

Here you go. Oh, thanks.

Oh, God. Oh, fuck, I need some water.

Uh...

That's your nephew?

Um...

no, actually.

- Oh, you're married? - Separated.

How long?

I'm sorry, do you mind if we don't...

Yeah, no, sorry. Of course. I shouldn't have asked. Just...

Okay.

Are you gonna be all right?

Yeah, I think I'll live.

Okay.

Hey, thank you so much for everything.

I'm gonna... I'm gonna head out.

- Wait, where are you goin'? - What do you mean?

I just, uh. We both had a lot to drink.

And, um, it's probably just safer for you to crash here.

- I'll sleep on the couch. - No, I'm gonna go to that house, Reed.

It's like 1 in the morning.

I don't give a fuck what time it is, okay?

She said that they host late night parties.

All right, all right, all right, just...

I'm gonna go change real fast. And...

No, I really think that you should rest.

Hey, we're in this together. Right?

Okay.

Hurry up.

You know he crazy, right?

- What's up with it? - How's shit goin'?

Told you, nigga.

- Fat-ass hobo pulled a knife on me. - Oh, shit.

Got his blood all over my fucking kicks, man.

Damn.

- You good, though? - Yeah, he ain't stick me.

But you're gonna reimburse me for these shoes, though.

Yeah, sure.

Give you 50 cents, you can walk your ass down to Goodwill.

Man, fuck you.

Your mama dress you up your whole life,

- but I gotta pay for my own shit. - Hold up. Are you real?

Real as death, nigga.

And I want a little extra to pay for my frayed nerves.

Hazard pay.

It's fair, Saint. I mean,

we are putting our lives on the line for this thing, man.

You wanna talk about lives on the line?

I almost died twice since I started this shit.

Man, this nigga full of excuses,

but you ain't nothing but a cheap ass motherfucker.

You get poked one time on some junkie ass blade.

What about me? I've been robbed, beat, shot at.

You wanna talk about hazard pay,

where's my hazard pay, motherfucker?

You know what? Fine.

You want money? Here, take some money.

Man, who done all the fucking killing for you, man?

- Step the fuck back. - But now you're some king or some shit?

You gonna tell me how to wipe my own fucking ass?

- I said step the fuck back! - Hey.

- Fuck... - Hey, man. Hey, what the...

Hey, man. What are y'all doing, man?

Hey, hey! Come on, man.

Give me what you owe me, you square ass Mama boy!

Get the fuck off me, you jailbird motherfucker!

- Hey, hey, hey... - Fuck you, bougie-ass motherfucker!

- Hey, fuck you... - Hey, be cool, man!

Cool out, man!

Hey! Cool out, man!

Y'all acting like some bitches. Fuck!

We're sitting on a silent fucking gold mine

- if y'all don't fuck it up! - Man, fuck you! And fuck all this shit.

Man, I don't have to be babysitting y'all, man.

Leon Sim is the man with the fucking plans, huh?

Ah, fuck you!

Come on, Le! Le! Leon!

Quiet neighborhood.

Just do...

Dang it.

Hello? Is anyone there?

- Hello?! - Whoa, whoa, hey.

What?

Great.

Now we're trespassing.

It's okay. Well, then, don't come.

Oh, no, no, getting shot would be the perfect end to this day.

Hope they don't have a dog.

Excuse me?

What do you think you're doing?

Oh, sorry. Hey, this is your house?

Yes, and it's private property.

I'm sorry. Uh, all right, this is...

I'm looking for someone... My sister.

She went missing a couple of weeks ago and somebody told me

that she went to a party at this house

the last night that anyone saw her.

A party here?

The only kind of parties we throw come with birthday hats

and kids under 9.

I have a photograph.

Do you... Do you recognize her?

No. And as sorry as I am to hear about your sister,

I want you to leave, or I'm calling the police.

Yeah, okay. Hey...

Of course.

Sorry for bothering you.

So, look, if you remember anything else,

my name's Reed Thompson.

- It's in the book. - Of course, Mr. Thompson.

The rope is a nice touch.

Thank you for your help.

I miss her so much.

Trapeze class? I mean, what was she gonna do?

Run off and join Barnum & Bailey?

I don't know, I guess I just didn't know her anymore.

You all right?

Mnh-mnh.

Uh, nah, man.

Our world ain't on fire anymore, huh?

I feel like this tiny animal gnawing in my brain, man.

Yeah, probably best to leave that out the sales pitch.

Yeah, you right.

Heard from Leon?

No.

Don't worry he'll come around.

Man, come on. He always do.

Like that time you bought the same exact shirt as him.

He always come back and eat pie at the end of the day, right?

Eat pie?

You know, like, eat pie. Humble pie. Humble.

Oh, you wouldn't know nothin' about that.

You think they here for us?

Yes, they are.

Breakfast time, ladies and gentlemen.

Who's first?

Cuidado que no se les tire.

Se�oras pongan atenci�n.

You fucking piece of shit!

You have the balls to come in here after running to Daddy?

Look at this place.

You two have really put your work in, huh?

I'm not sure that this is how I would've done it, but, uh...

Looks good.

Anyone else here?

Gustavo?

I don't know where he is.

You tell him about our discussion?

'Cause if I find out you lied to me again...

He doesn't know anything.

Good.

Let's go here and, uh, have a talk.

Hey, Saint. You home?

Hey, my nigga. My bad about yesterday, all right?

Open up if you in there. Come on.

Come on, Saint.

Let's squash all this.

Come on, man.

...was fun,

but this business, all right?

Mnh-mnh. That ain't cool. You know I good for it.

It's 10 or nothing, sweetheart. I don't make the rule.

Get you free Frosties for life.

Frosties?

Do you think I got this body tossing back milkshakes, huh?

Finish what you got, man.

I'm-a head back to the crib and restock, all right?

- All right, I got you. - Back in 20.

- Cool. - Baby, you ain't listenin'.

I done my shift, I pay you double.

Walk away, Mama.

This ain't no credit union, bitch.

Or I tell your mama. What's up, man?

Thank you, thank you.

Leon.

Leon!

Motherfucker caught me slippin', man.

I'm... I'm calling an ambulance, all right?

Wait. Wait.

Hello? I need an ambulance. My friend's been shot.

1127 West 56th.

I called them. They on they way.

It's gonna be all right.

- The crack. - Hey.

- The crack. - What?

The crack, the crack. The crack. The crack.

Fuck, fuck! Fuck!

I'm coming! Aah!

Fuck!

Aah!

I'm coming, man!

I'm coming out!

I got it.

Shh, shh. Hold on. Hold on. They on they way.

They on they way, man, huh?

You're not gonna die. You're not gonna die. Shh.

Okay?

- Fuck. - You're not gonna die.