Previously on "D.O.P.E Unit"...
What am I doing here?
I'm bringing you in to undercover detail.
You were selected for one reason,
to go undercover and infiltrate the Roth crime family.
Do you accept this mission?
Officer King, the choice is yours.
- I'm in. - Malcolm Carter.
He's the partier. The wild one. Ladies man.
I'm supposed to get close to this dude.
I ain't seen you around here, what they call you?
I'm Summer.
Where are you coming from, Summer?
We just left the Nikky concert.
You don't really give me Nikky vibes.
This is your team, Officer Drummond.
She was the model. You are the replacement.
She's still out there. Still viable.
But she's also the biggest question mark on this team.
Being undercover takes it's toll.
A police chief's son was murdered on our turf.
And that can destroy everything we've worked for.
So what do you want to do?
Think I'm playing with you? I need names!
- I don't know any names. - Names!
I don't know any names!
Okay, okay, okay.
You're looking for a boy named S-Skully.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
This is a problem.
Is this affecting business with Carmen?
No, business with Carmen has been good until now.
I came here to remind you of the Roth family's commitments
to the Serranos.
This goes way back, Brianna.
Before your time.
When the police chief's son was murdered on my turf,
I shut it down.
You did that shit without asking.
I didn't know I had to ask you.
This tells me that someone could be working for themselves.
You questioning my loyalty?
To Serranos would like to offer their assistance
so that business between our families can return to normal.
- What? What's the problem? - See, that depends on you.
Why the fuck would you be cutting
my shipment with fentanyl?
I know this motherfucker. He's DEA.
Cover me!
I thought we were supposed to bring him in,
not kill him, Agent Taft.
What's the celebration?
Shit, to blow off some steam.
Mmm.
Hey, yo, what's up with you?
You tell me.
♪ Run the block, yeah ♪
♪ You know ♪
♪ Yeah
♪ We run this block ♪
♪ Run the block, yeah
♪ You know ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Come on ♪
♪ Run the block, yeah ♪
Don't tell me you tired already.
I'm getting there.
It's time to turn up. Come on.
Oh, shit.
I'm lit.
Yo, where the good shit at?
That's the guy from the club?
Yeah, there his punk ass go.
Oh, it's on tonight.
I'm ready.
Anything else?
Those jimmies.
Let's go.
Keep the change.
What the fuck?
- Have a good night. - I will.
I'll kill all you motherfuckas!
Shit!
No, wait wait. No.
No. No, no, no, no.
Wait w-wait, wait, wait, wait.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no. I got you. I got you. I got you.
Wait. Stay-- stay with me.
Stay with me. Stay with me. Stay with me.
Oh, fuck!
Send back up! I got one down.
One down. Please hurry up! Hurry up!
Fuck.
♪ I'm rockin' for me ♪
♪ There's no way you can hide from me ♪
♪ This city's mine ♪
♪ There's nowhere you can hide ♪
♪ I got eyes in the sky ♪
♪ I'm about to get down
♪ Get down
♪ So when I see you outside ♪
♪ I know I'm bout to get down, get down ♪
♪ You ain't 'bout this life ♪
♪ Red and blue lights behind you ♪
♪ You don't even know yourself yet ♪
♪ Funny how easy you was to get to ♪
♪ We in the city of fast talk so learn fast ♪
♪ Catch 'em with that dirty money for his clean cash ♪
♪ So learn the lingo and learn the walk ♪
♪ You get approached, you compromise ♪
♪ If you don't learn to talk ♪
♪ Are you a traitor cause you overseeing neighborhoods you lived in? ♪
♪ Arresting kingpins knowing you was friends with ♪
♪ Young bull you don't know when to stop ♪
♪ Until the judge give you time to outlast your watch ♪
♪ And while you behind bars they replacing your spot ♪
♪ It's a cycle in this game whether you like it or not ♪
♪ Like it or not
Dorsey?
[Gunshots\
Dorsey...
...you here?
I had nowhere else to go.
No one to call.
You think he was made?
What do you think?
The hell happened?
Dorsey, what happened?
He obviously don't know.
Should have seen the fucking tail.
What tail?
When I went back to the Roths last night.
You know, check up on that whole warehouse shooting.
Brought my lil lady, drove home with me.
Lil lady friend.
Someone must have followed me out.
- Was it Zeke Williams? - I don't know.
He was there, but...
...BB was walking around
with a girlfriend, working the club,
other than that, I didn't see nothing unordinary,
so I just left.
I don't think nobody made me.
How the fuck can they made me?
I grew up on the other side of Philly.
No one here knows me.
It's not a single soul in here that knows I'm a cop.
Not even Zeke.
You can't think of anybody else that could have made you?
Like I said...
... I went to the club to go party.
Got into a little heated argument with Zeke.
I bounced out.
What'd you argue about?
Like I said in my report, it's a black thing.
You wouldn't understand.
Fucking bar bullshit.
Mm.
Motherfucker seen we was out there flashing that cash,
and he wanted to show who was big boss.
Fuck!
I swear.
I'm telling you...
...it had to be him.
If that's the case...
...I say we go for it.
They already took a shot.
And your cover is still solid.
Y'all check this out.
Drummond's report.
Last time she serviced was a few weeks ago.
Dorsey and I feel like we found a banker
that's been laundering the money for BB.
Maurice Jackson. What makes you think it's him?
Well, his goofy ass got popped three weeks ago on a DUI.
And guess who bailed him out?
Brianna Brown. - Mm.
So if they want to get personal,
I say we get personal.
As in?
As in, you fuck with us...
...we fuck with your money.
Yeah, I like that.
Yeah.
The Roths, they have been laying low since Tre.
And in Drummond's report, she does show us
that there's a banker legitimizing their fronts.
You think you guys can roll this guy?
Think you can turn him? - Hell yeah.
Well, if you can do that, then you can figure out a few ways
to choke BB's financial fronts,
I say go for it. Go for it strong.
Fasho.
For sure.
♪ But I don't mind baby ♪
♪ In your mind
♪ I need your mind, I need your mind ♪
♪ These dreams ain't safe and alive ♪
♪ Come on inside
♪ But just try to be one ♪
You know, I almost didn't think he was going to show.
What took you so long?
Well, I didn't think you was going to find me on Instagram
and ask for my number.
- But I did. - But you did.
Your taste is pretty impressive.
Yeah, it's a nice place.
It's nicer than the place we met.
Nah, but it's safer.
Safer from what?
All the women there.
So, you run the city.
What part of Philly are you from?
Streets.
I don't really want to get into all that, though.
Let's just enjoy the moment.
But yeah, I know the city, inside and out.
But you know what I don't know?
What?
What really brought you to the club that night?
That's it.
You don't want to know nothing about me
or where I'm from or none of that?
Do tell.
How did you know I love shrimp cocktail?
What the heck are those?
Snails.
Like, from the garden?
That's some weird shit, Malcolm.
You a weird dude?
I don't know.
You tell me, Summer.
So, what'd you do at the club?
Other than pick up hot women like myself
and eat shit from the garden?
You know, keep shit moving.
It's all business.
Nothing serious.
It's all business, nothing interesting?
You seem like a man with options.
Oh, yeah.
Got options.
As in...?
As in, I do my own thing, you know.
It's enough about me.
Let me peak inside your world.
My dad was from Philly, and when my parents split,
I had to move to LA with my mom.
That was really tough.
And then my dad passed away when I was ten.
But my favorite memories with him are us going to the range
and him teaching me how to shoot.
Now that he's gone, I mean,
I've spent the last 15 years without him.
I realized he taught me one thing.
How to survive.
How to use my street smarts is all he left me.
So.
You want to know "Who's Summer?"
That's who I am, a daddy's girl.
Period fucking end.
Pew.
♪ I got eyes in the sky
♪ Wait till I find out what you did ♪
♪ The streets are watching
♪ They say the streets watching ♪
♪ But it's hard for me to see
♪ I'm feeling like Pac, All Eyez on Me ♪
♪ When I look over my shoulder
♪ Is what it's gonna be ♪
♪ A Glock without a safety
♪ I guess it's meant for three
♪ You and them niggas that's just magically had a key ♪
♪ Watching the way I move, hearing the way I talk ♪
♪ Study my whole schedule
♪ Seein' the way I walk ♪
♪ Hating the way I laugh
♪ Loving the way I struggle ♪
I thought you said you were out front.
I'm sorry, Miss Serrano. A cop came by and made me move.
I'm circling the block now.
I'll be right there.
Hey, yo, Mrs. Serrano.
It's about your imports, ma'am.
What about 'em?
Word on the street is that, uh, BB refused to borrow your way.
- Do I know you? - Nah.
But I do know who you work for.
And who sent you?
Blackwell.
- Mrs. Serrano. - It's okay, hon.
Warehouse by the waterfront, you know it?
Yeah.
Be there in 15 minutes.
And don't follow me. Go in a different direction.
Get in.
Fuck.
That was fucking stupid.
Showing up at the Roths.
I didn't have a choice.
Well see, I was supposed to get you the message.
Well, what was so important that you didn't have a choice?
Blackwell knows you're in town to be with BB.
So?
She knows the tension between you two.
She knows it because of the chief's kid
getting killed and...
...wow BB is slowing shit down because of it.
And what does Blackwell think she's gonna do about it?
Blackwell wants to help move your product.
She has more street soldiers than the Roths,
both here in Philly and in Jersey.
The Blackwells can erase the man.
It's simple.
Tell Blackwell if she's serious
to come and find me.
It's a one time offer.
Now get the fuck out.
You're going deep undercover.
Can we trust you, Drummond?
Now we know your past...
...that you spent some time in rehab.
But still, you're the best recruit for the D.O.P.E. Unit.
Now, we need you inside.
We need you to infiltrate
and to get Zeke, BB, and the Roths to trust you.
Can we trust you not to get lost
while you're in there...
...and stay on?
Shh. Girl.
Why are you with this asshole?
Cause he gives me what I want.
What makes you think he's a cop?
I heard him on the phone.
He was talking about BB. - Okay.
Maya, I'm telling you, okay?
He was talking about times, names,
even talked about that cop's kid being killed.
Look, things that only a snitch would know.
He sells for BB.
Of course he would know all that.
What dealer do you know that talks biz on the phone?
Are you sure that's what you heard?
Or are you just high right now?
Maya, I'm telling you.
Okay.
- Baby, who are you talking to? - Girl, get the fuck out.
Let me know if you need anything.
All right.
Baby, who are you talking to?
Was somebody in here?
Babe, you're tripping. It's probably just the TV.
Come on.
Come back. - Go another round?
- Mm-hmm. - Shit...
♪ Look out
♪ Look out ♪
♪ Look out, look out, look out ♪
♪ Look out
♪ Don't die chasing money, it's just paper ♪
♪ I keep it on me in the crib when I lay up ♪
♪ You know you can't trust a bitch from the wake up ♪
♪ And you can't catch me slippin' ♪
♪ That's the makeup ♪
♪ And you know they been watching from the door ♪
♪ Can't catch me lackin I don't turn on the low ♪
♪ Come around the circle might run into the fold ♪
♪ It's not personal
♪ It's strictly business ♪
Dorsey.
Wassup, Wash?
Proud you decided to show up.
What, miss all the fun?
Where's Sullivan at? - Right here.
Let me ask you somethin', Romeo.
What's up, Sul?
You always smell like pussy, or is that just today?
So this is where Tre got murdered?
Yeah, nobody thought he was into some other shit.
Turf war between these two families.
So the warehouse and Tre's murder,
you think they tied together?
I don't know...
...but he must have come here to meet with somebody.
Didn't think he would get popped,
so had to be somebody close.
This is Roth territory.
What about the warehouse?
That's Blackwell.
All right, I had enough.
Where are you guys going?
To go find some missing pieces.
Stay in touch.
You know I will.
♪ Who want a private will ♪
♪ Whoever got the balls to answer that, I gotta get em ♪
♪ Say something I'm at your algorithm ♪
♪ With the prowess and wisdom of two solar systems ♪
♪ Ain't no opposition to competition ♪
♪ I got the optical vision of a mathematician ♪
♪ The new miracle uncomparable ♪
♪ And I'll be laughing cause y'all niggas terribly unreal ♪
So you think Tre was lured to the Roths territory by a friend?
Somebody he trust?
Or you think the Roths has something to do with it?
Nigga, if I was a fucking hitman,
I wouldn't do this shit on my own turf, Wash.
Well, then why is Watkins putting this on the Roths?
Good question.
I'm pretty sure I've seen Carmen Serrano ass
leave the club late last night.
Serrano?
I just got word that she hit town yesterday.
You know, if this warehouse bust connects like Sullivan says...
...then what we might have on our hands--
Chief's son.
The chief's son was set up to ignite a drug war.
Or at least light the fucking fuse.
What are you doing here?
The block around this place is pretty hot right now.
I went for a little run with my security detail.
Got ahead of them, turned the corner,
jumped in the rideshare before they could see me.
I'll, uh,
go back to the office after this and...
...give 'em hell for not being able to keep up with an old man.
No shit.
Are you always this clever?
It looks good on you.
I like it.
Uh...
What are you, uh...
What do you know about the drive by the other night?
Why would I know anything about a drive by?
Doesn't look good, Brianna.
Word on the street is that
the target was seen coming out of your club.
Is there something you're not telling me?
This look looks really good on you.
You know what doesn't look good, Brianna?
A police chief's son getting shot in an alley
outside your club.
And then...
...a drive by connected to the same club a few days later.
That doesn't look good, Brianna.
You running the club...
...or are you still running your father's business?
There's some people trying to start shit in the streets.
That's it.
They're trying to pin it on me.
That's obvious.
Maybe to you.
Not to the PPD.
I didn't have anything to do with either incident.
I hope so.
You know, I'm trying to take my business and go legit.
I'm not gonna let anything jeopardize that.
Nothing.
Actually...
...I believe the opposite.
I don't think there's anything you wouldn't do.
But...
...I believe you.
♪ Big blocks, dead body, call Malley, Roth family ♪
♪ We did it, two shotties ♪
♪ Live wealthy but them steppers we live dirty ♪
♪ Get your ass killed over nothing but two birdies ♪
♪ I guess your son ain't coming home tonight ♪
♪ You waiting by the phone but it ain't gonna ring tonight ♪
♪ That's the theme tonight, blood all in your eyesight ♪
♪ When shit go left the feds wanna act right ♪
♪ Ask questions, investigating the crime site ♪
♪ Mug shots on the wall the air gets tight ♪
♪ 69th Street, off you in broad daylight ♪
♪ Better act right, D.O.P.E. I'm selling ♪
♪ Fiends keep coming back cause that's what they feeling ♪
♪ Top dog of the city ♪
What do you got?
Well, the warehouse checks out.
It's registered to oceanic shipping.
They bring tankers from across the world,
leave the containers there until they process.
Now, if they're dirty, it's stupid.
There's literally no cover for smuggling.
So we're thinking that the front was empty
and they decided to use it for the deal.
So, what do you think it's a dead end?
No, I wouldn't say that.
The lab came back and said most of the dope was clean,
but there were some trace amounts of fentanyl
on the packaging.
Trace amounts? That's pretty standard.
Not if it's never been on the streets.
Okay, well there were no fentanyl ODs.
All right, we checked every E.R. within a 15-mile radius.
There's got to be a new shipment just from
not the usual suppliers.
Right, so...
...somebody's bringing in new product--
tainted product, but somebody's bringing it in
and somebody's buying it.
It's just not any of our regular families.
At least not that we can connect yet.
All right, that's good work, guys.
I'll fill the chief in. Get some coffee.
All right. So, look, I-- I've been digging in this
whole Roth club situation,
and it's some shady dealings going on with this address.
Nothing's coming back with their name on it.
That's because Roth is a crime family name.
It's not their actual last name.
What's up with these businesses?
Check this out.
Banking scam after fucking banking scam.
I mean, the place should have
a fucking laundry sign outside of it.
"Clean me" or some shit.
I mean, now they're trying to get into Bitcoin.
If you could believe that shit.
I mean, the whole family is just
turning into some fucking Elon Musk and shit.
Why do you say that?
I mean, think about it, look.
In order to be a gangster, you gotta think like a gangster.
Now the Bitcoin shit is untraceable.
There's no limits on the money transfers.
But most important, there's no max amount
to report to the feds.
Got it.
So it's like a new way to launder money.
Whose jacket is that?
Oh, DUI arrest of the boy, Maurice Jackson.
He's a banker by trade.
Yo, this motherfucker blew ...14 on the side of the road.
Damn.
This dude right here?
Dude look like a rock star to me.
Not some punk banker pushing a Ponzi scheme.
No, but look. Check it. Looks can be deceiving.
Look who his top client is.
Mm.
Brianna Brown,
aka BB.
Roth family.
If you match his client list up with her shell companies,
you're gonna see this motherfucker manages
most of their businesses.
I'll be damned.
It's good to know.
Yeah, what else is good to know,
the person that bailed him out that night used cash.
I'm talking cash motherfucking money.
You got a location?
Is water wet?
Ain't when you drinking.
Shit, it's one of the warehouses over there on 17th.
Word.
You see, well it looks like somebody
didn't want anybody knowing he needed help.
Well, shit. Him.
Mo?
Or...
...motherfucker who bailed him out?
Malcolm fucking Carter.
Well, well, well. Look at this motherfucker.
Did you read his jacket?
"Charming"...
..."violent"...
...fuck out of here.
In and out.
Killer no doubt.
Served some time upstate.
They couldn't get nothing to stick to him.
And now he's tied in with Brianna Brown.
I think things are finally starting to connect, brother.
I think we just found another piece.
We just gotta find a way to get closer to BB.
We'll figure something out.
♪ Yuh, picture me rollin I ain't camera shy ♪
♪ Diamonds on me, water clear as alkaline ♪
♪ I ain't have a father, niggas had to grind ♪
♪ Still shipping packs think I'm Amazon ♪
♪ Comin from the Avalon through the plug-ins ♪
♪ Got the speakers grabbed a nine ♪
♪ Put the slugs in the heater ♪
♪ A lot of drugs got my eyes on Hiroshima ♪
♪ Fly nigga came from the '80s ♪
♪ Wide receivers gotta a liter in a 4 ♪
♪ Leanin' like a hoe lost a couple friends ♪
♪ They was schemin' on the low ♪
♪ I was taught to always put my cheese before a hoe ♪
♪ Cause even if you got money ♪
♪ They'll leave you for some more ♪
♪ I leveled up, got good karma, I'm happy ♪
♪ No baby mamas, no drama
♪ Lil scrappy ten on the coupe ♪
♪ Obama's family ♪
♪ Police can't stand me teeth gold as a Grammy ♪
♪ Chains on I got seven ♪
♪ We live know you hear it acapella ♪
♪ Forget the main hoe I got seven ♪
♪ Hair black, hair red like a ♪
She gon' give me head cause I'm special ♪
♪ She gon give me bread if I check her ♪
♪ Choppers on the bed, extra lead on the dresser ♪