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First I'm out here, gutting niggas
like you crazy, now you looking
to get any old body killed.
What are you thinking, Dijah?
I'm thinking about my daughter.
I had a long talk with Paul Davis today.
He wants to bring us in
on two commercial towers on Wilshire.
Did you ever think you'd be in the position
to give away a quarter million dollars?
You protect my family.
I promise.
This is only about exposing the CIA.
New munitions, new suppliers.
We are as committed as ever to winning this war.
You keep telling me what you need,
I'm gonna keep getting it for you.
Theodore, this is your father.
I'm calling to tell you your brother's dead.
This is your fault.
Contra forces in the south have been pushed back.
Any word on that missing shipment of weapons?
I think I have to go down there. Panama.
Maybe Nicaragua. You take care of things
for me here until I get back.
Too many people know, Franklin.
I'm not moving to fucking Cuba, looking over my damn shoulder.
This is my fucking home!
You are killing us all.
Don't you see that?!
He's busy.
Too busy to see my fucking 911s?
Gustavo, call him.
Tell him this is extremely important.
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Shit.
I mean, call him "Mr. X" all you want.
Y'all know that's Franklin Saint they writing about.
Once you start talking gangsters and the CIA,
That's Jim Jones territory right there.
Jim Jones? What that crazy fool got to do with drugs in L.A.?
Do you think one white man killed 100 poor black niggas
down there by his-self?
That's the CIA, sure as shit.
- That's right. - That ain't no lie.
They cut us down in Jonestown and up here, too.
CIA, FBI, LAPD.
And they got some clubs so secret,
they ain't even got names for 'em.
- Cut 'em down like wheat. - You damn right. Hey, in 'nam,
they was feeding them black soldiers LSD like it was candy.
Talking about Franklin Saint's the problem,
when it's Uncle Sam.
And you know uncle ain't gonna be happy with the Saint boy
or that Chinese lady who done
- the writing. - Believe that.
You thinking about it wrong.
Nah. They say the CIA the plug.
It's only one way to think about it.
How you think Franklin keeps slipping out of trouble? Huh?
'cause he dealing with the devil himself.
Well, on top of cheap cocaine,
the plug a get out of jail free card.
That's some walk-on-water stuff right there.
Yeah, for Saint, nigga.
They'll drown your dumb ass.
Who you think Alton Williams is?
The nigga they quoting in this article.
It's Franklin Pops.
Franklin days as the CIA golden boy... that's over.
We gonna take his place.
Man, you's a jive-ass, scheming motherfucker.
That's some real shit right there.
That's real?
Let me tell you what's real.
When the state gave you to that foster family,
and the father did what he did to you,
who made sure that motherfucker got what was coming to him? Me!
So, when I tell you that I'm gonna kill Leon and Franklin
for what they did to your baby,
and then take they plug and set us up for life,
I mean that.
And that's some real shit.
Come on, man. Let's go.
You really ain't know
there was a reporter sniffing around?
- No. - Your daddy sure as shit did.
Snitching-ass motherfucker.
I'll deal with Alton.
Not if the CIA deal with him first, right along with our ass.
What you want me to do,
- apologize again? - Yeah, nigga,
I want you to apologize.
I want you to get on your fucking knees.
Need to be begging for forgiveness, all the shit
you done put us through.
What's Reed saying?
- Franklin, where Reed at? - I-I don't know.
I ain't heard from him.
T-tried him, but I ain't heard back.
- Yeah. - Oh, he gonna hang us out to dry.
Yeah, we gonna all go to the Goddamn clink.
Look, everybody just calm down, all right?
The CIA need this shit squashed as bad as we do.
We ain't got to worry about this shit.
How the fuck we gonna believe you now? Huh, nephew?
Who's identified in this article?
Whose father they quoting?
I'm the one in trouble here,
not you.
And not you. But what do I get?
Concern?
An ounce of fucking compassion?
Nah.
I get,
"Franklin, what's gonna happen to me?"
well, I'm gonna tell you what's GONNA HAPPEN TO YOU: Nothing.
And why is that?
'cause I'm gonna step in front of the bullet,
like I did with that Judas motherfucker Kevin,
like I did with that bitch-ass Andre,
and like I always have to keep y'all safe.
Now, if you got some constructive ideas
to help me get through this shit,
then I promise you, I'm listening, I promise.
But if not, if not, then please keep your heads down,
keep your mouths shut and let me get us out of this,
like I got us out of every other motherfucking thing else!
Peaches... Let's roll.
So, I feel like this section,
you can get rid of these last two sentences
and move this paragraph up.
That's my transition from money to guns.
Well, you'll have to smooth it out, but it's repetitive,
and the quicker we get to the arms dealer,
the better, you know?
Sorry to interrupt.
I've got the guardian on line two.
And also... ?
The times sent this over.
- It's, uh, champagne. - It's korbel.
Should I get us some glasses?
Uh, you should get us some coffee.
- Uh, what about the... ? - I'll call back.
That's five major papers and all three networks,
and it's not even noon.
Coffee. Coffee.
Okay.
Fucking smiley Jimmy Olsen.
Remember the first big story you were part of? Hmm?
How exciting that was?
I'll be excited when CIA officers are shitting themselves
on live television.
Well, I'm serious.
Hearings may never come.
For a while, this is as good as it's gonna get.
Wh-why are you saying this?
Well, it's-it's not just papers and networks calling.
The White House and the Pentagon have both reached out.
This... Look, this is real.
And they are gonna come at us with everything they have.
Good. Means we're doing our job.
Uh, I don't see coffee.
Got another call.
Says he's Mr. X.
Line four.
Irene Abe.
Miss Abe, how you doing?
This is Franklin Saint.
I enjoyed your article.
Shame you only told half the story.
Interested in getting the rest?
Yes. I am.
I've done everything I can, ever since you first came to me,
but now I want your word my brother gonna be safe.
I want my money, and I want to get the fuck out of here.
You ain't got nothing to drink in this motherfucker?
- Some sweet tea or something? - You hear me?
Look, saying you done what I asked.
But if that was true, I'd have the plug, which I don't.
I-I told you when Franklin was going to meet him.
That y'all couldn't follow him ain't my fault.
So you saying it's mine?
I'm saying Franklin ain't stupid.
He gonna figure this out, and when he does, I'm a dead woman.
So you think Franklin the nigga you need to worry about?
- Okay. - You ain't never thought about
doing no redecorating up in here?
It feels tired.
Maybe move them busted-ass paintings out the way.
Oh, fuck, Drew!
Hey, look, I understand you're tired.
I feel that, 'cause I am, too.
But I'm done waiting.
So if I ain't got the plug by end of the week,
you and your brother dead.
God.
Sandinista?
Uh...
Okay, okay, okay.
Mira, Mira.
So, any word from our boy?
There are some things I'm gonna grab from the office.
Okay?
It's locked.
You don't have a key?
Then someone doesn't want you in there, amigo.
Teddy works for me, Gustavo.
He does. I don't.
Listen to me, hombre.
Your boss is in trouble. I'm here to save his ass.
Hmm.
I wasn't sure you'd actually come.
I wanted to meet the woman who's trying to
destroy people she doesn't even know.
If I wanted to destroy you, I would've printed your name.
- I want your CIA masters. - Ah.
Haven't you heard of the great liberation, Miss Abe?
- They freed the slaves. - Hmm.
The lies they teach in school.
Call me Irene.
- What can I get you? - Uh, Jameson, neat. Double.
You wanted to tell your side.
Here's your chance.
Well, I hate to break it to you, but I'm in real estate.
Uh, cheap denials are
- a waste of my time. - Right.
'cause you got grand plans.
Shake the very ground.
That's the idea?
Our institutions already have cracks.
I want to see what falls.
I see why you and my father get along.
I respect him.
Yeah, I did, too.
For a long time.
Then I watched the struggle ruin him.
You see...
I realized you either join the system
and become what you hate,
or fight it and let it destroy you.
- So, what's it gonna be? - Well, that's just it.
Now I don't have to choose.
I've found the best of both worlds:
Their system, my way.
My God, Franklin, you-you think you're protected?
They give a shit about you? They'll never let you out.
Yeah, well, that's my problem,
but we're not here to talk about me.
Now, if your story is true...
A government agency waging an illegal war,
dealing drugs, getting criminals absolved of murder...
Well, then you of all people should know that there's
nothing they won't do to kill that story.
See, you going after them is like a...
Zebra thinks she's stalking a lion.
And shit, maybe you are ready to be a martyr.
But in the end, it won't just be you.
It's gonna be Henry,
and it's gonna be Jane.
You leave my family the fuck out of this.
Irene...
You say that like I'm the one that's gonna hurt 'em.
Good luck, Irene.
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Ah, who's winning?
Just confirming, it should be
under the name cissy Saint.
Great. Thanks. See you then.
Okay, Franklin, I...
You see the examiner?
You shouldn't be here.
Well, we need to talk.
You had your chance to talk to me.
You chose a reporter instead.
Well, I might've gone about it the wrong way,
but you know I did the right thing.
You see what's going on down here?
The same war we were fighting in the panthers, only worse.
- You didn't give me a choice. - You're right.
I thought I was making the best decision for all of us.
And I still do.
I got top notch getting us fake passports.
We got money, each other, two flights.
We leave predawn, we're in Havana by dinner.
Franklin will never leave with you now.
He's got to make his own choices now.
This is about me and you, our future,
the second half of our lives, cissy.
No more drugs, no more violence, just us.
You can leave me a message at the shelter.
It'll get to me.
I love you.
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Jesus, he even got the safe.
But you can't be serious.
Got to show respect for Fatback and his family.
Do the right thing by them boys down in the projects.
While we got a bounty on our heads?
Skully gonna expect us to be there.
It'd be the perfect time to try us.
Then let 'em fucking try us.
I ain't scared of the Goddamn niggas, all right?
Jerome, baby, I know you mad,
and you got every right to be... I lied to you.
And Franklin lied to you.
But going to this funeral
and fucking around in the projects,
you-you looking for trouble.
I got to look for it when it's all around us, Louie?
'cause you the one that put us here, you and Franklin.
You the one out here setting fires.
And then you gonna blame me when the shit get hot.
Well, fuck all of that.
I'm putting all you bitches on notice right now.
Yeah, and that starts with me going to Fatback's funeral.
'cause them boys in the projects...
They the only ones I can trust right now.
And you want to sit this one out.
Stay holed up in your little ivory tower.
Sound about right.
No.
Hey.
How can I help?
Hmm. You being here is help enough.
Look...
I know this means you might have eyes on you.
Have trouble moving around.
So, if you need anything... And I mean anything...
Taken care of while you got heat,
I got you.
Yeah.
I appreciate the offer and your concern,
but it ain't your problem to solve.
You don't have to do this alone, you know.
- Hell... oh. - Mrs. Saint.
My apologies for showing up unannounced.
I was just on my way to meet Paul.
Well, I'm glad I caught you.
Unfortunately, Mr. Davis is unavailable
to meet this morning,
but he wanted me to give you this.
This money was a gift.
A token of our faith.
Yes. Unfortunately, circumstances have changed.
- Why am I not surprised? - Look, Irene,
I've been supportive of everything
you've wanted to print up until now.
But this paper cannot be responsible
for outing the identity of an active CIA officer.
- What about his alias? - Arguably even worse.
It'll blow his cover to every one of his assets and contacts.
You mean drug and arms dealers?
Think you're feeling government pressure now?
Get a CIA officer killed, see what happens.
He's bringing cocaine into the united states
to fight an illegal war, and we're supposed to protect him?
- Walter. - Charlie, uh, this is
Ben Lundberg, our lead counsel.
And these gentlemen are from the Pentagon.
We've got the conference room upstairs booked.
We need a few minutes.
Want to thank y'all for coming out for the homie.
Appreciate it.
There he go.
That motherfucker right there.
Good. This heat is sweating out my curls.
Bitch, you know you like the heat.
Y'all want to shut the fuck up and move? Please.
Hey, Jerome.
I'm-a catch up to y'all.
Appreciate you coming.
Mm-hmm.
If you got to be here, I'm here, too.
Are you okay?
- Lee! - I'm good.
- Louie! Louie! - Oh... lou, lou, lou...
I have to hold it!
Oh. No, hold on, baby.
Get an ambulance, man!
Get a fucking ambulance!
Oh, shit, hold on. Hold on.
Stay with me, please.
I fucking love you.
I love you. I love you, baby.
Don't leave me. Oh, shit.
She's in surgery. No word yet.
- Baby. I'm here. - Lee.
Listen, man, we got to keep an eye on Jerome.
As soon as Louie gets out of surgery,
first thing he's gonna do, he's gonna charge up
to that barbershop, and they'll be waiting.
You saw who it was, right?
Not Manboy or Skully.
It was that little girl's mama.
Khadijah.
Yeah. Her and these two bitches.
Might've been them that killed Fatback.
I can find out who they were.
All right. Yeah.
Yeah. Thanks, T.
- I'll page you. - Mm-hmm.
Sorry to ask this, but I don't know how long
I have to stay off the grid, and I'd be more comfortable
if you hold onto them.
Off the grid? Are you listening to yourself?
I-I don't need this from you right now, okay?
I-I think you do.
If the paper won't fight this fight, why should you?
Because I refuse to wake up every day
for the rest of my life knowing that I had the truth
and-and they scared me off it.
- Stubborn woman. - Yeah, well,
you married me.
Well, I can't just let you go off alone.
You can stay with me.
No.
I said I wouldn't let this touch you or Jane,
and-and I meant it.
Where will you go?
I'm exhausted. I... Just want one more night in my house.
I'll figure it out tomorrow.
Call me when you get settled?
Okay.
You'd think, after all these years...
I'd have more things I really cared about.
Everybody else...
Got their head in the sand...
And you stand up straight and tall.
You got so much more than most.
I am so proud of you, baby.
Thank you.
- Hold up. She did what? - Shot up
A fucking funeral, Drew, while I was there.
- She hit anybody? - She could've got me.
- So she did? - They got Louie.
She alive, but it don't look good.
Jerome about to be on the warpath.
If you want me to get you their connect,
you got to get your sister to stand the fuck down.
You don't think I tried that?
Shit.
All right, look.
Uh, might be a way I can get this done.
So do it then. What the fuck is you still talking to me for?
Call Loc and Twin. Tell them bring their Uzis and rounds.
We gonna have some company tonight.
We need to talk.
Yeah, we do.
Things in Nicaragua are a lot worse than we thought.
Later. We got a bigger problem.
Hey, where you going?
Get some air.
You want me to roll with you?
I can't believe we're back in this hospital.
Another one of ours fighting to survive.
Well, we got through that.
Hmm?
And we'll get through this.
Willy Childress came to see me.
He returned our money.
Paul Davis is out. It's over.
God. Those motherfuckers, man.
They just scared.
- I just... - So am I, Franklin.
Yeah, but this is all gonna blow over, you know,
and then they gonna come crawling back.
And if they don't, then there's other investors, right?
No reputable businessperson is gonna get into bed with us.
Not after all of this. The article?
We're never gonna be legitimate.
Finally.
Look, uh, I got to, um... I-I got to go.
Look, um... We'll talk another time.
- Love you. - I'm moving out of the house.
What?
You moving out the house?
And going where?
I don't know yet.
- Away from South Central. - Not with Alton?
No, not with Alton.
I'm done getting caught between the two of you.
No longer a mother and wife first.
Start taking care of myself.
Look, at least...
Give me a few hours, okay?
I'll be back in a little while,
and-and we'll take care of all of this.
Promise. Okay?
Huh?
Watch over Jerome.
Where the fuck you been?
Drunk in a ditch somewhere?
Doesn't matter where I've been.
How the fuck did you let that happen?
How do you think it happened?
- My pops figured it out. - Yeah!
And then he told some fucking reporter about it?
And you had no idea that
- this was coming? - Wh-what?
He's my fucking father, man.
I thought I could trust him.
What is that, blood?
Yeah.
Louie got hit.
What? Wait, what?
Is she all right?
She's in surgery.
Doctors say it's... A coin flip.
I'm sorry.
But if we don't stop this, there is no tomorrow.
That's the reality.
Now, I got my people working on stopping
the second part from being published, but we have to get
- this reporter under control. - Already tried.
- What does that mean? - It means I met up with her.
Tried to get her to understand that she's fucking around
with the wrong people. Look, you was gone.
Okay? You was gone. I had to try something. I had no choice.
All right, all right. All right, all right, all right.
How did she take it?
Well, she ain't soft.
I don't think empty threats gonna get the job done.
All right. I'll take care of her from here on out.
What I need from you
is to put a muzzle on your father.
Is that something that you can do?
Uh-huh.
I thought for sure this was over.
That you'd cut me loose.
Never hear from you again.
Well, I told you I'd be there with you.
You remember?
I will.
But listen to me.
From here on,
you just can't trust anyone.
Because when push comes to shove,
all anybody cares about is saving themselves.
You know that.
Louie.
Out of surgery.
They say they got her stable.
Thank God.
Mom inside?
She left as soon as she found out Louie was cool, so...
- Jerome? - Yeah.
Nurse: You want to come on back?
Y'all get ready. The minute I finish sitting with her,
we gonna get these motherfuckers.
I've been paging you.
My bad, I was... Busy.
What do you have?
Black Diamond and Dallas.
That's who Khadijah was with.
Never heard of 'em.
Used to be dancers, if you can believe that shit.
Now they straight hustlers.
In it for the cash.
But they're dangerous.
And something else I heard while I was asking around.
Uh-huh?
You know Manboy been after your plug?
Everybody want the hookup. It ain't no secret.
Yeah, but apparently drew been leaning into it heavy.
Boy borderline obsessed.
Drew has, huh?
Yeah.
Where you going with this?
I thought if you wanted to avoid a war, there might be a way.
Make a deal with Manboy.
Agree to offer him the plug.
In exchange, he talks Khadijah down.
Brokers peace.
Tianna was his niece.
You think he gonna let that shit go for a plug?
Y'all know drew.
He a businessman.
Ain't nothing more important to him than his money.
And he's the only person on this Earth
who might be able to talk Khadijah down.
Let me think on it, hmm?
Mm-hmm.
Even if that motherfucker agree,
if he get the plug,
we can't trust he gonna keep his word.
No, we can't.
Can't trust any of it.
- Fuck. - What?
Whatever happens, keep Jerome here.
All right? I'll be back.
Okay.
Peaches!
Go get the car.
All right.
Head home and make the call.
Tell Drew I'll make the deal.
All right?
Got some shit I got to do.
But page me once it's done.
I'll see you later.
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I love you, Louie.
Quiet, quiet, quiet.
I know that you think you're doing the right thing.
You're not.
Tomorrow you'll wake up.
Next time you won't.
How is she?
She all fucked up, man.
She got tubes, fucking wires coming out of her.
She barely look like herself, man.
- Come on. - Hold on, what you want to do?
Fuck you mean, what I want to do?
I want to roll down to the Goddamn projects.
Get the straps.
Get the head-hunting niggas.
Kill every motherfucker in that Goddamn barbershop, nigga.
- Every Goddamn nigga that we see. - All right, Jerome. I hear you.
But Franklin want us to wait here.
Fuck Franklin, nigga.
They shot my baby up, man.
Now come on. Come on, man.
- Yeah? - Okay.
He'll give you the plug.
You just got to convince him you're gonna get
your sister to back down, then just
stall Khadijah long enough to make it seem real.
How soon?
First I want the rest of my money
and your promise my brother gonna be okay.
I promise.
And just so you know, Jerome and his folks
talking a lot of shit. Gonna come at you tonight.
Let 'em come.
They funeral.
Hey, T.
How long you been playing me?
Huh?
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