Original subtitles

[bell tolls]

[bell tolls]

[both chuckling]

- Mama? Mama. - My baby.

[laughter]

CISSY: I came as soon as I heard.

- You heard what? - I'm pregnant.

BUCKLEY: You throw a little cocaine my way,

sit a girl in my lap, bat your eyes,

and I'm supposed to do whatever the fuck you want?

I need to know that there is trust here.

But there are other ways to wage revolution.

When we were with the Panthers,

lot of times we made changes without firing a shot.

Well, maybe you should have.

But then violence becomes the story,

and you end up dead.

Our ideal buy-in from you two is ten million.

That's almost all the money we got.

FRANKLIN: Thing is, the more we put up for private equity,

- the more we own. - We need to talk about it.

I've made contact with my family.

My son has confirmed that he's back.

Teddy McDonald.

So, what do you need from me to do what you got to do?

Hey.

I'm-a give you the fucking world.

[softly] You promise?

VERONIQUE: If we get two copies, is that enough?

Because we can also get SE on page 11.

[door closes]

- Hey. - Mm-hmm. Sure...

- Hope you're feeling better. - If so...

Tried to get you that fancy shit you like.

It's the downtown property,

- Okay? - Oh, shit.

Have a courier send the paperwork over.

We'll take a look, get right back to you.

Of course. Talk soon.

[exhales]

- We got it? - We got it.

[laughter]

Yeah.

Mmm. Mmm.

Let's not get too ahead of ourselves, though, huh?

We still got a marathon to run.

First thing we need to do is get the earnest money in place.

- They want it in escrow by next week. - All right.

I'll start the process of transferring the Panama funds.

Thank you.

It's not just our money needs moving.

[sighs]

[scoffs]

Uh, this all come with a translator?

[laughter]

I know it seems like a lot,

but it's the same deal Franklin and I get,

just a different ownership stake.

I gave the folks at Banco de Panamá

the heads-up you'll be contacting them.

All you got to do is ask for Rogelio Perez.

He'll transfer the money to the Cayman account.

Other than that, all you got to do,

sign where it's marked.

Franklin.

We never said we would invest.

We said we'd think about it.

Well, yeah. I gave you all a chance to think about it.

Now it's time to pull the trigger.

Ten million going through the door

ain't like no trigger I ever pulled.

Yeah, you know, I get it.

It's a lot of money.

If it'll make y'all comfortable,

I'll lower the investment to five million. How's that?

VERONIQUE: And we wouldn't even need the full amount today.

We're still in for an arduous due diligence process.

Inspections. Appraisals.

These things take time.

Right now, all we need is ten percent of the final amount.

Ten percent. Come on, you got that.

- I see them earrings. - [laughter]

Look, I know there's been some static between us lately.

I know.

There's no reason to let it affect business.

- You know that. - This is not about you and me.

Then what's it about?

We got our own plans, nephew.

[chuckles] Oh, yeah, of course.

Yeah. I mean, I respect that.

I respect that. I'm just...

You know, I want you to be a part of this.

You can still be a part of this.

I'm just trying to look out, as always.

Well...

we're glad you got your own dreams.

We are.

But they're not ours.

FRANKLIN: All right.

All right.

♪

- Franklin. - Stubborn motherfuckers.

Letting ego get in the way of good sense.

So they don't want to be a part of it, that's okay.

And they wait till now to tell me?

Without that money, we're pushing all our chips

into the middle on this one, V.

Fuck.

Mm-hmm.

Come on, it's time.

- Breathe in with me. - [takes deep breath]

This building is gonna work.

And I've built in contingencies for squeaky wheels,

and palms, and anything else that needs greasing.

I don't think you should give up on your family just yet.

Even if I go back in there, she ain't gonna listen to me.

No, but Louie may just need to hear things from someone else.

Hmm?

♪

[quiet chatter]

Oh.

[grunts softly] Put this...

Thank you so much, Mama. I appreciate that.

Thank you.

The one with the braids remembered me.

She wanted to know if I was here to see "the handsome man" again.

[chuckles] Handsome?

There's nothing to worry about, Cissy.

We're just two friends having coffee.

Okay. [clears throat]

So what's the first step?

Place this in Franklin's office,

and we can take it from there.

[scoffs]

I agreed to do this because of Teddy McDonald.

Yes, and this is how we get him.

By bugging my son?

Teddy McDonald is just one man.

The CIA has ten more lined up waiting to take his place.

Our goal-- my goal--

is not only to get rid of Teddy

but to make sure no one can come after your family

when he's gone.

That starts with knowing everything we can

about their business.

Hmm? Gun runners. Drug dealers.

Offshore accounts.

Cissy, I want you to feel that you can speak your mind.

[sighs heavily]

Capturing and killing Teddy is one thing.

Recording my son talking about illegal activity

is a motherfucking other.

I may not be an intelligence officer, Ruben,

but I've been around long enough to know

that whatever agency you work for is not in it

just to get me help to find answers and revenge.

You're right.

You're right. I mean, I totally understand.

Ana said you wanted to move things quickly,

but the truth is you don't even know me,

and it is not a small thing I'm asking for.

- [sighs] - I am happy to slow things down

if that will make you feel more comfortable.

Alton went about this the wrong way,

and it nearly destroyed our family.

I will not make the same mistake.

I want Teddy,

but not at the risk of betraying my son.

I understand. Truly, I do.

Cissy, I have no intention or interest

in hurting your son. Hmm?

But without knowing everything I can about his business,

I can't get you what you want.

I'll tell you what.

You don't have to put it in the office,

but take the pen.

And whatever you do with it is up to you.

♪

[train whistle blows]

[car door closes]

Fetu.

- Peaches called in sick. - TEDDY: Hello.

You offer sick days now?

Got to look after your people, man.

Otherwise, they'll sneak behind your back.

And Louie and Jerome? What's that situation?

It's a situation.

- [tires screech] - Fuck!

[indistinct shouting]

[grunts]

[groans]

[gunfire continues]

[grunting]

[engine starts]

Oso! Get over here, man.

- [gunshots continue] - Come on.

Fuck!

Aw, shit.

[grunts and pants]

- [engine starts] - Fuck.

[engine revs]

- [tires screeching] - [bullets ricochet]

Stay down!

[tires screeching]

[engine rattling]

[grunting]

Car's dying.

We need to get off the road.

[engine sputtering]

Shit.

FRANKLIN: Fuck.

All right.

Oso, you good?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.

[groans]

I'm good.

Looks worse than it is.

Fantastic. Let's get the fuck out of here.

Wait, wait, wait. Help me.

[groans]

Tear it.

Here. Yeah.

Yeah, that's okay.

[train whistle blowing]

- Sorry, man. - Oh, it's okay.

How much can you carry?

Pos a ver.

Ah, fuck.

Can't walk around too long.

Three million in cash.

Let's stay off the main streets.

- Find a pay phone. All right? - [loose change rattles]

See this?

Gang marks.

Take it they're not friends of yours?

No, and I lost my gun.

Hold on. Fuck.

No bullets.

Let's roll.

♪

[gasping]

[tires screech]

[breathing heavily]

Ooh.

[breathing heavily]

[distant siren wailing]

[groans]

[breathing heavily]

[groans]

[sniffs]

[breathing heavily]

[engine revs]

♪

Who were they?

I don't know.

Recognize the car?

People that do drive-bys

don't pull up in they own rides, Oso.

You got to know your enemies, mijo.

Yeah, well...

People in my way these days wear Armani suits.

¿Cómo sabían quewe'd be here?

They followed you.

Maybe they followed you.

Me? [sucks teeth]

How you know that?

Because I have the fucking CIA in my car, pendejo.

Well, the fucking CIA just pulled off in your car, too.

Any idea why he'd ditch us like that?

Got shot. Yo lo vi.

I saw it.

How bad?

Sepa.

Didn't look good.

What about Durazno?

ElPeaches. He wasn't here today.

Like I told Teddy, he's sick.

Sick? Ah.

Qué cagado.

You sure?

Look, man, let's just find this phone.

All right?

CISSY: I appreciate y'all taking the time to talk with us.

VERONIQUE: Franklin, he felt badly about how things went.

He had to meet with Teddy, otherwise he would've been here.

I don't need you to apologize for him.

And I also don't need to be out here,

having the same conversation twice, sweating my edges out.

It's not the same conversation, Louie.

And I'm not trying to convince you to work with Franklin.

[indistinct chatter]

[ranchera music playing faintly]

[music continues over radio]

[quiet chatter]

[song continues in Spanish]

There'll never be any future for any of us

as long as we're in this drug game.

Y'all know that.

Real estate isn't just a path to legitimacy.

It's a path to a life where you don't have to...

- [pager beeping] - ...live in fear,

wondering when the ground is gonna drop

from beneath your feet.

I don't need you to invest with Franklin.

I'm just asking you to think of an end.

Make some plans.

[pager beeping]

'Cause this...

This empire you all are building...

...it's gonna crumble.

Hey. I'll be right back.

[laughs] The casting director was totally into it.

Yeah, she had her tits hyped up and everything.

How much longer are you gonna need?

Oh, it's a guaranteed blockbuster.

Nigga, that old piece of paper ain't got shit to do

with the projects.

LEON: Malcom X said Article II

of the Constitutional Amendments provides you and me

- the right to own a gun. - Nigga, try to talk that shit

to the cops next time they roll through.

Black man with a gun is a dead man with a gun.

Y'all niggas need to put your minds right.

Find ways to use white laws against white people

whenever it's strategically advantageous.

- Strategically advantageous, nigga? - Yeah.

- Placed in a position to be most useful. - I know what it means,

poindexter motherfucker. I'm saying this nigga don't know

what the fuck he's talking about.

You don't know what the fuck that shit, man.

Nigga, I know what the fuck it meant.

- Nigga, spell that shit. - Nigga, we in class?

- [pager vibrating] - Shut the fuck up. Roll this shit up, nigga.

Y'all niggas trippin'.

We shouldn't wait too long here.

We ain't got no choice.

[man whistles]

[music playing faintly]

- They're talking about... - Hey, wrap it up, man.

- Wrap it up. - I got this. [stammers]

Hey! What the fuck, man?

[music playing in distance]

[phone rings]

- JEROME: Franklin. - We got hit at the drop.

What? What happened? You a'ight?

- FRANKLIN: Yeah, we are. - [tires screeching]

Stranded, though. Need you to come pick us up.

We at Bell Gardens.

- Louie! - [tires screech] - Corner of...

- Get down! - [engine revving]

[screaming]

Jerome?

[man screaming]

- [gunfire continues] - Jerome?

What's in the bag?

[clears throat]

I said, what's in the fucking bag?

Come on.

Hey, come on, then. Give us a peek, huh?

HUERO: And why your homeboy all bloody and shit?

He fell over.

Think we're playing?

I said open that shit.

It's fucking money. Look.

Everybody get the fuck out of here.

Want to follow your friends?

I ain't no ranker.

Oh, yeah?

Shh...

Puta madre.

Run.

- Move. - [speaks Spanish]

- [whistles] - ¿A dónde vas, eh?

Let's go!

[speaking Spanish]

WOMAN: Oh, my God!

MAN: Hey, hurry up!

WOMAN: Somebody help him!

WOMAN 2: Morris? Morris? You all right?

Oh, my God. Baby, no!

[crying] Please. Oh, my God, please.

Somebody call an ambulance!

[woman crying]

Okay.

VERONIQUE: Are you... are you hit?

- Are you okay? - You all right?

I'm okay. Are you... are you okay?

He's okay. I'm okay.

- Baby? - Okay? You okay?

Good. We're fine.

- LOUIE: We got to go. - Okay.

- We got to go. We got to go. - Somebody call an ambulance.

- [siren wailing] - Oh, my God. Please help.

We got to go. We got to fucking go.

We got to go right now.

Jerome, what's going on? Who's shooting at you?

I don't know, but they came at Franklin, too.

- What? - He a'ight, though. - Give me your guns.

- What you gonna do with them? - Don't worry about it. Give me the guns.

- [indistinct radio transmission] - [siren whoops]

[tires screech]

- JEROME: Hey! - Get those hands up where I can see 'em!

- Get 'em up. Get 'em up. - Right there. You, off the curb.

- Down here. - Hands on top of your head.

- Do it. - Okay, calm down, calm the fuck down.

- Get off the curb, let's go. - I said turn around.

- Okay, already. - Get over here. - Turn.

- You step down. - Turn around.

You shouldn't fucking grab me.

Put your hands on your head!

Eyes straight ahead!

Nobody moves.

[panting]

[speaking Spanish]

[dogs barking]

[grunts]

[speaking Spanish]

Fuck. Go.

- [speaks Spanish] - Hurry up.

[dogs barking]

Oso, hurry your ass up.

Fuck.

All right. Come on, come on.

Fuck. Give me the bags.

[men speaking Spanish]

The fuck they go?

All you fuckers are slow-ass fools.

Split the fuck up.

This way. Come.

[whispers] Motherfuckers.

Your pinchepeople coming, or what?

No. They got hit, too.

Puta madre.

Yeah, I heard gunshots on their side of the call.

Somebody's coming after my whole fucking family.

[tires screeching]

[men speaking Spanish]

[vehicle drives off]

[dogs barking]

[footsteps running by]

[Franklin shushes]

[panting]

We need to get the fuck out of here.

You go out, moreno, and you're dead.

So what happened, huh?

- You mess up with another dealer? - [sirens wailing]

- This retaliation? - I don't know shit, man.

I'm having lunch with my family.

Check the ladies.

Ma'am, I need you to stand.

I'm not asking again, ma'am.

[crying] I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

That man...

That man, he's dead. He was right next to me.

- Calm down... - Stop it! She's pregnant!

Officer, can I talk to you for a second?

I'll tell you everything you need to know.

So, I work as a CI for Detective Beau Buckley

with the southwest CRASH unit, and he be telling me

that if I ever needed anything, to give him a call.

If you're lying, we're gonna have a problem.

I ain't lying. Y-You want to call him?

You need his pager number?

[woman singing in Farsi]

[music playing on headphones]

[panting]

[dogs barking in distance]

[sighs]

[music stops]

Who's bleeding in my house?

[man panting]

Thomas.

What a surprise.

Hey, Parissa.

How you been?

Better than you, apparently.

Wait, no, no.

No ambulances. No-no cops. Please.

Sure. You want to be buried

at Forest Lawn or Hollywood Forever?

You can do this.

Even if I could, I'm expensive.

That's not really a problem for me.

A quarter million.

[chuckles]

[groans]

[sighs] Can't be too careful around blood lately.

A nurse at the hospital, she caught HIV from a patient.

Can you imagine getting HIV without the fun?

Come, I need to examine you.

[screams]

- Up, up, up. - [groaning]

Oh... Did that hurt?

- Come. - [inhales sharply]

- [groans] - Oh...

Don't. [takes deep breath]

Where the fuck have you been?

You stop sending my money, then you vanish?

Things got a little hot.

You sound like a criminal.

[groans]

[exhales sharply]

You look like a criminal with all this red.

- I was running an op. - [chuckles]

Such a meaningful difference.

Come. Your pupils are dilated.

You know, the sh-shock, right?

What's this operation?

Parissa...

Fine. Clean exit.

Missed your axillary artery.

You won't die unless I want you to.

Where are you going?

I'm off to the hospital to steal surgical supplies.

- [screams] - Nothing keeps you awake more than pain, Thomas.

[Teddy wheezing]

Keep pressure on it.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[Einstein laughs]

[line ringing]

Hey.

Still nothing?

Shit just ringing.

He ever hit you with a 911 like that?

Can't remember the last time he did.

Hey, it's time for Chinatown.

Come on.

[door opens]

Deal with this crazy motherfucker.

Who the fuck this nigga talking to?

He forget he work for me?

He ain't talking to my ass, I know that.

Tried to get some M202 FLASH multi-shot incendiary launchers,

but, ever since Commandocame out,

they're really hard to get.

[takes deep breath]

Change of plans, Avi.

Don't need the heavy shit anymore.

Looking for handguns and shotguns, lots of them.

Clean and registered.

I'm not Macy's, Simmons.

These don't come with receipts.

- [vehicle approaching] - I get that.

- [speaking Hebrew] - [gunshots]

[distorted, indistinct shouting]

[yells]

♪

This morning I got a phone call I thought

was gonna set my whole family up for life.

Now my whole family might be gone.

This morning I was making pancakes.

- In dinosaur shapes. - [chuckles]

Perothey never look like dinosaurs.

[laughing]

Ah...

[clicks tongue]

[sighs]

Veronique's pregnant.

No mames.

[chuckles] Congratulations.

[chuckles]

- It's been quiet for a while. - Yeah.

Think we can make a move?

Let's find an empty house.

Break in and use su pinchephone.

No, no, no. Leave the money here.

All right?

Come back, get it later.

[dogs barking in distance]

[mutters]

OFFICER: I want to take a statement from them next.

[overlapping chatter]

[pager beeps]

Franklin?

Leon again.

Getting tired of looking at this chump face.

You know anybody else that can get us out of here?

Whose Cheerios did y'all shit in

got them taking shots at you in the middle of the day?

- We about to go find out. We good? - Yeah. Sure.

Just, uh, give me a proper thank you,

and you can go.

Or would you rather go to jail?

Nah, you right.

What'd you like to be thanked for?

Our hospitality at the club?

That shit you pulled at the projects,

and you disrespecting my wife every chance you get?

Hmm? Or maybe I could thank you

by splitting your head to the white meat,

crack your motherfucking skull open.

- How about that? - Jerome. Damn.

Nah, nah, nah, it's all right.

You know, if I had people shooting at me, I'd probably be

- a little upset, too. - Hmm.

But I don't, and you know why?

No, why?

'Cause I'm the fucking police.

And we appreciate you looking out.

You see? Ain't nothing to it.

Why don't you come see me after you stop peeking

behind that goddamn badge of yours?

[car doors opening]

Huh?

Bitch nigga.

Boy sniffs so much goddamn coke,

he's like a goddamn vacuum cleaner.

[Teddy groans]

[Parissa gasps]

[echoing] I miss the high you get from surgery.

Seeing someone so raw...

so exposed.

Helpless.

Here in America,

I'm only allowed to change bedpans.

I used to have this fantasy as a girl.

A guy goes down on me,

after I've just knocked his teeth out.

I always thought it was a bit weird, so I hid it.

I never told anyone.

But I don't hide anymore.

[sighs]

[breathing heavily]

[Parissa moaning]

[Gustavo exhales sharply]

That one?

Yeah. No window bars.

No car in the driveway. De aquí somos.

What the fuck is "de aquí somos"?

Let's find a window.

There.

[dogs barking in distance]

Shit.

[clatters loudly]

- [shushes] - Really, nigga?

[gasps] Oh, fuck. Shit.

[chuckles] What the fuck?

Puto oso de mierda.

Yo, this shit real? What the fuck?

Phone.

Okay.

Fuck, it's dead.

What the fuck?

[groaning] Oh, fuck, fuck.

[groans] F-- Oso.

Oso?

[panting]

What the fuck did you do, man?

Told you, muchachos.

Keep bothering me, I'd get new security.

[groans]

You gonna stuff us?

You're too skinny.

This other one, though...

[groans] Oso?

Oso, man. He gon... he gon' stuff you.

Run.

The CIA is aging you.

- Okay. - [giggling]

What are you doing?

I need to move your car.

Oh, don't move it.

This neighborhood isn't the kind

where a bullet-ridden vehicle will go unnoticed.

[giggling]

[weakly] You're funny.

[helicopter blades whirring in distance]

[groans]

[sighs]

[groans]

[sighs]

[speaks Arabic]

[sighs]

♪

[indistinct chatter in distance]

- Hey. - [snaps fingers]

Deon and Renny keeping watch.

- Einstein? - Holding down the projects.

Niggas back there ready to fucking go to war.

- Where the fuck is Franklin? - Said he's in Bell Gardens.

That was hours ago. He could be anywhere by now.

- Who would do something like this? - This Teddy guy, is this him?

Teddy wouldn't hire no gangbangers to take shots at us.

They left one of their dead behind. No ID.

- Don't know the motherfucker. - Whoever did this was close.

Knew everywhere we was at.

- Peaches with Franklin? - He called in sick.

Anybody heard from him?

Shit ain't got nothing to do with no Peaches.

What about Black Diamond and Dallas' asses?

It's their day off.

Oh, I'll find 'em.

Haul these stripper bitches in myself.

Baby, you knew Peaches better than all of us.

Take Renny, go check on him.

Let Leon and Big D handle Black Diamond and Dallas.

VERONIQUE: I'm sorry, I can't do this.

I can't sit here and do nothing.

Yeah, me neither.

Oh, no, no, no. Y'all gonna do exactly that.

Franklin will lose his shit if he find out

that y'all out in the street with all this going on.

We gonna find him, all right?

Franklin is a survivor.

He probably on his way back already.

[groans softly]

Grew up with you. I loved you.

I loved...

[breathing heavily]

[growling nearby]

[gasps]

[groans]

Oso. Oso, wake up.

Oso. Oso, wake the fuck up!

- There's a tiger in here, man! - What?

- What? - There's a fucking tiger.

A tiger?

[tiger growls]

Why is it moving?

[growling]

We need to get the fuck out of here.

[tiger growls]

Captioned by Media Access Group at WGBH

FRANKLIN: There's a lot at stake these days.

And I am under a lot of pressure.

We're glad you got your own dreams,

but they're not ours.

- [elevator bell dings] - This empire, it's gonna crumble.

- [brakes squeal] - [grunts]

FRANKLIN: I'm gonna do whatever it takes.

Here for the do, is it?

I don't-- I don't know what you're saying.

Do I gotta get naked for this?

Nudity isn't required, I think.

[scoffs] I don't know. Europe.

[siren]

No one has seen a stolen food truck, would ya?

Umm, no.

Someone stole a truck, broad daylight.

- Put you seatbelt on. - Seatbelt?

- Now put your seatbelt on... - Jeez!

- You're good thieves, best in town. - Thank you.

It's a small town.

It's hard to be a warrior with dignity.

[yells]

[coughing]

What happened to this country?

[imitates gunshot]

Bravo.