All language subtitles for Unsolved.S01E06.WEBRip.x264-ION10

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- Previously on "Unsolved"...

- Who would want to hurt
Biggie?

- Shit, you guys know.

- No, what does that mean?
Death Row? Suge?

Where are you guys
with your investigation?

- Frustrated.

- I'm taking you off
the Christopher Wallace case.

- What?

- Dirty cops linked between
David Mack and Death Row.

You're wondering if it all
ties back to Biggie Smalls.

- Not till we get
the full scope of Perez.

Get out of the car now!

- I want full immunity.

I'm gonna tell you everything.

- [growls]

- There's a high probability

that this casing matches one
connected to the Tupac murder.

- So a Vegas trip
is on the docket?

[gunshot blasts]

- Yo, you're saying you're the
reason his ass got lit up?

- Pfft, that nigga's buggin'.

- Biggie just dropped
some new heat.

Called that joint
"Who Shot Ya?"

- It's time to go to war
with Bad Boy.

[tense music]

[cheers and applause]

- And the winner is...

- First of all,
I'd like to thank God.

Second of all,
I'd like to thank

my whole entire
Death Row family,

on both sides,
you know what I'm saying?

- West side, baby!

- I'd like to tell Tupac
to keep his guards up.

We ride with him.

- Whoo-whoo!

[indistinct chatter]

- One other thing
I'd like to say,

any artist out there
who want to be an artist,

and want to stay a star,
but don't want to--

don't have to worry about
the state of producer

trying to be all in the videos,

all on the record, dancing,

come to Death Row.

[applause and boos]

[hip hop beat]

♪

- [chuckles]

I mean, that's Suge's appeal.

You know he gonna say
how he feel to your face.

But Puffy do be taking his
shaking his ass

every chance he get.
[laughs]

- Well, that's Puff.

I mean, I thought
Puff and Suge were boys,

but you got a five-time champ.

Brooklyn, baby.
Know what I'm saying?

They be loving my joint.

- Hell yeah, they love it.
It's my shit.

Big Poppa is a straight robber.

- But in '93,
you were rolling with Biggie.

- Yeah,
he was reppin' thug life.

Then Puffy had him
doing my shit.

But as long as we was homeboys
it was okay.

But a nigga want to act like he
don't owe me more

than to just
hurt his head?

He owe me more than that.
Big owe me more than that.

- Yo, it wasn't like that.

About the shit that went down,
I can't really talk about.

But I was there for Pac.

I tried to school him about
the niggas he was hanging with,

but Duke do what he want.

Nothing I could do.

It's not like he wasn't my man.
He still is.

- What about this
East-West beef.

- That ain't me.

Big ain't making no record
dissing Tupac.

I'd never disrespect
that black man.

- Yeah, we all black, brothers.

But it's like this,

I don't want to be fighting.

You know what I'm saying?
I just want to get out here,

sell records,
and make money.

But am I gonna play nice

just to make people
feel comfortable?

Hell no.

But there's no beef,
you know what I'm saying?

There's no beef.

I'm too focused about me
to be worried about them.

- I roll with a tight crew.

I consider all of them family.

Hell...

Family, they fall out,

they get back too.

- Sounds like one day you two
could be friends again.

♪

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- Nino and I were
on a stakeout.

And there's a banger,
he surprises us.

Catches us off guard.

[ominous music]

And we shot him.

- Where was he shot?

- Head, chest.

Let off a few rounds.

He was in bad shape.

- And then what?

- And then what?

We realized
he didn't have a gun.

So we planted one on him.

- You planted a gun?

- It's a drop gun.
Everybody carries 'em.

- What do you mean
by everybody?

Everybody in your unit?

- Mm, no.

[ominous music]

Everybody in all
LAPD gang units.

I'd say 90%,

such as Rampart
putting cases on thugs.

♪

Guns, drugs, murder.

It's how we got shit done.

♪

- Can you believe this?

- No.

♪

[sighs]

They're giving him immunity
to point out dirty cops.

But he hasn't said
a word about Mack.

Not about the Biggie murder,
and not even

about the bank robbery.
- I know.

- He's protecting Mack
because Mack saved his life.

- Look, I hear you,
and I don't like it either.

But you and me,
we got Perez.

And he's exposing dirty cops.

Our job is done, Russ.

We update the Chief,
and we move on.

- Our job isn't done, Brian.

- Trouble in paradise.
Oh, my.

- It's Perez.
Singing like a bird,

just not the song
we expected to hear.

- Oh, almost never is, is it?

- Hey,
what happened in New York,

with your lead?
What was it? Zip?

You never told me.

- Hey, it's not
your case anymore.

That's why I didn't tell you.

- [sighs]

Kevin Hackie.

- Kevin Hackie told you
what you wanted to hear, right?

- No.

- Yeah, and you shouldn't
have been talking to him

in the first place, and I've
been trying to be really nice

about this with you, Russ,
but you're overstepping.

- What about Mack's friend,
Amir Muhammad?

- What about him?

- Just asking,
did you look into him?

- Yep,
matter of fact, I did.

Amir Muhammad,
born Harry Billups.

Went to college with Mack.

- Did you bring him in?
Did you interview him?

- He's not a murderer;
he's a mortgage broker, Russ.

- And Mack was a cop.

- Okay, so, why don't you guys
just worry about Perez,

and I will worry about Biggie,
got it?

- Please do something.
- I am doing something, Russ.

You were taken off the case
for a reason.

And you know what?
You need to get over it, okay?

And believe me, I'm doing
everything goddamn necessary.

[tense music]

♪

- Police!

We have a warrant
to search the premises.

Check there.

This is LAPD.

We have a warrant.

Is anybody here?

Door, check there.

Police.
Door.

Door.
All the way to Oahu.

There we are.

LAPD.
We have a warrant.

Search your premises.

- Yeah, heh, I know.

Lawyer called.

- Who are you?

- Reggie Wright.

The head of security.

- Holy shit.

Oh, man, I thought
the guy who guarded Suge

would be a little
more intimidating.

- I'm sorry
to disappoint you.

- No, it's a relief.

Your name has come up in the
past few months there, Junior.

- Can't believe
everything you hear.

You know, there's a lot
of lies out there.

- Not you, though, huh?
- Go ahead.

Ask whatever you want.

I don't got nothing to hide.

Talked to Vegas PD.

Uh, uh, your guys
at the Wilshire division.

Compton.
- Compton! Oh yeah?

You didn't lie
to your daddy now, did you?

Where is everybody, huh?

What happened?

Suge goes to prison

and then the whole business
turns to shit.

- Do what you gotta do,
all right?

No one's stopping you.
- No shit.

All right, you're gonna search
every inch of this place.

All right? We are not leaving
till we find something.

Go, go, go.

- There isn't anything to find.

[tense music]

- No?

♪

- All right, where are they?

- Probably at a show.

I could see Blondie hanging out
with Carrot Top.

- [laughs]

You know, I meet with
the brass when we get back.

- The Chief?
- Yep.

- No shit.

Look at you, Greggers.
- Yeah, look at me.

They want an update
on our progress.

- Perfect timing.

I mean, we could tell him
we got the gun

that killed Pac.

- We might have the gun.
- It's the gun.

- All right, fine,
it's the gun.

If only Tupac's mother was
the one suing the LAPD.

- It's progress.
Brass will see that.

You're doing good.

We're doing good.

- We're doing all right.

Hey!

You get lost?
- [grunts]

- [laughs]
♪ Viva Las Vegas

Blondie went for thirds
at the buffet.

- Come on.
- Oh! Don't, don't.

That's getting dangerous.
You don't want to do that.

[ominous music]

- It's not a match.

- What?

- Sorry.
- Hold up.

- What do you mean
it's not a match?

- It's simple, our ballistics
guy said the shell casing

we had didn't come from
the gun you--

- No, no, no, no.
We have one of the casings too.

It matched the gun.

- Look, you know how it works
with gun tests.

False positives
happen all the time.

- Not with Glocks, no.

- Our guy says otherwise.
- You know, our guy's ATF,

a ballistics expert.
Who's your guy?

- You have to sign for the gun.

- [sighs]

- Wait, wait, this is wrong,
okay?

You guys screwed up in '96 and
you're doing it all over again.

- I remember you.
Compton PD, right?

Didn't your entire department
get shut down for corruption,

but we're the ones
who screwed up?

- That's bullshit, okay?

That's bullshit.
This is bullshit.

You're bullshit!

- Come on,
we got a flight to catch.

- Hey, I wanted it to match.

- We can't leave
without their casing.

I'm FBI.
We're a federal task force.

So let's use some federal flex
to get independent testing.

- Yeah!
- No, we're not doing that.

- Why not?
I trust Jim Black over--

- Yeah, so do I, but we cannot
go to war with Vegas.

There's no mileage in it.
- Says who?

You and your
methodical approach?

Where's that got us?
- Easy, Blondie.

- It's a match.

And it proves that South Side
Crips killed Tupac.

Something I told you
one day once.

Something I told Vegas
a decade ago.

- It's not what we know;
it's what we can prove.

- The gun is proof.

- The gun is leverage

against Corey Edwards,

which maybe gets us to Keefe D,

which maybe gets him to talk
about the Biggie murder.

We got nothing.

- I'm done.

- What?

- The Sherriff's Department
needs me back.

- Wait, wait, wait.
- What?

- Oh, you're just now telling
us this?

- I wanted to go out
with some good news, okay?

But come on, even if
I had a say in the matter,

what's my argument
for staying?

You said it yourself.
We got nothing.

- Shit. Come on.

[ominous music]

♪

Shit.
- Yeah.

♪

.

[laughter]

- I don't know.

- I'm telling you,
it's good.

- Tabasco on French fries?
- Yeah, I swear.

Dad, you have to try it.

- You sure?
- Mm-hmm.

- Yeah? Hmm?
- Yeah, try it.

- Here I go.

- [guffaws]
Tricked you.

- [blows through mouth]

Mm, wow.

Oh, oh--
that's not hot at all.

I love it.
Give me some more.

Mmm.
[laughter]

Actually, you guys,

did you know that
the secret ingredient

to Dad's spectacular spaghetti
is--that's right--

Tabasco sauce.
Uh-huh.

Mm-hmm, yes.
[laughter]

- When are you coming home?

- Your dad and I are still
working on that.

But soon.

- Hear that?

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'd like to keep enjoying
my delicious Tabasco fries.

[laughter]

My favorite snack.

[breathes heavily]

Hungry?

- It depends.
- Yeah, on what?

- On what it's gonna cost me.

- You didn't tell me
you were gonna raid Death Row.

- And there it is.

Not a big secret, Russ,
just

not your concern.

- Did you find anything?

You're right, Fred.

I overstepped and I'm sorry.

- Yeah, you did.

And yeah, we found something.

Registration for an Impala.

- Black?

- Cherry Red.
- [hisses, sighs]

- Maybe at night
it looked black.

- Yeah, maybe.

- Or maybe just
everyone has Impalas.

Keefe D, Impala.
David Mack, Impala.

Some of the Death Row Records,
Impala.

Grandmas who play bingo
have Impalas.

- What about New York?
- New York.

Yeah, New York made me
long for Vegas.

- Mm-hmm?
- Mm-hmm.

- So you didn't learn anything
about--Zip?

- I learned zip about Zip.

- Okay.
- Zip on anyone else.

Except Puffy.

I couldn't believe
how many lawyers he has.

It's totally impressive.
- Wow.

You want to hear impressive?
This is what I found out.

- What?

- Looks like, uh, Suge

might've had a DA
in his pocket.

- What?

- Yeah, it was
an earlier arrest.

He gets off way too easy.

Months, instead of years.

Turns out the DA has
a daughter, a singer,

who becomes the first white
artist signed to Death Row.

- You shitting me?
- Nope.

- Holy shit.

You should be thanking me,
Russ.

Come on, man,
I stick myself with Biggie;

you go on,
you get to take down Perez.

Tyndall tells me you
get time with the Chief, huh?

- We're just updating him.

- Just updating him?
- Yeah.

- Make sure that's all you do.

Russ, I'm serious.

I might retire soon,

so he's not gonna affect
my career at all.

You know, I'm telling you this
as a friend, come on.

- Okay.

- Look, you walk into
the Chief's office,

and you say that you think some
cops killed Biggie,

and you have no hard evidence--

- They won't let me look
for evidence, Fred.

- I'm serious.
[sighs]

You gotta be careful, Russ.
I mean it.

All right.
Thank you for the burger.

[foreboding music]

♪

- [grunts]

- You know, every high profile
case is debriefing today,

so we get in, we get out.

Hopefully, it will be
that quick and painless.

- I know; this isn't my first
rodeo, remember?

- Hey, Brian, how's the family?

- Eh, they're all still
pretending like they like me.

- Glad to hear.

Just, uh, give us a minute
to get organized, okay?

- Thank you.
- Okay.

- You don't know this rodeo.

Biggie isn't like
any other case.

Not Torres, not anything.

We have to wait
for this room to clear.

- What?
Why?

- What would happen if you go
in there and tell them

that Poole was right,
that the cops did this?

The Chief would need time
for that kind of news to break.

- They'd get
a press statement ready.

- Get the riot gear out.

- Hey.

[tense music]

We then confirmed that Daroe

was providing
false information.

The investigation
into Keefe and the Crips

led to the successful
apprehension of a fugitive

named Corey Edwards.

- Detective, Corey's not
on the suspect list.

- Yes, I know, but we believe
that he has vital intel.

- Vital intel?

According to this, you still
don't even have one suspect.

At least a viable one.
And no new evidence.

- Well, uh, similar
to the Torres task force,

we thought that we'd start by
vetting every possibil--

- Well, the Torres case
hasn't gone to trial yet.

And you're here to talk about
Christopher Wallace.

- Look, Chief, I understand--

- Understand this,
Detective Kading.

If you and your task force
don't deliver tangible results

in the next 30 days,

Detective Tyndall will have
to find a new leader for it.

- [clears throat]

Uh, Chief,
with all due respect,

this case has gone unsolved
for over ten years.

I know all of the issues
around it.

I was there at the beginning.

We can't expect
Detective Kading and his team

to put it to bed
in less than a year--

- Especially not after
losing a team member, right?

I understand
Detective Tim Brennan

went back to the
Sherriff's Department?

- Uh, yeah, he got a promotion.

- Is this what happened?

Because according
to his superiors,

he was more than happy to

"get off the sinking ship."

Detective Kading,
no one is saying

that you're not
doing your best.

But Voletta Wallace's lawsuit

could cost this city
$400 million.

So I need you to prove
that your best is good enough.

Thank you.

[hip-hop music]

- Okay, just chill out.

- Man, you don't tell me
to chill out.

You saw those fools
run up on us.

- Just like I told
the other guys,

club policy requires that I see
you get in your car and leave.

So where'd you park?

- We came in a limo, homey.

- Well, walk to it.

Do it.

I'm a cop.

♪

- Let's bounce, Jake.

- [snickers]
Why fools be trippin'?

You know that fool trying
to fight me over a female?

You remember Candice?
- Nah.

- Red bone, hips.
- Oh, yeah, yeah.

- She was seeing me, Puffy,
or his boy at the same time.

The one who acts
like his bodyguard.

- Man, Puffy ain't trying
to fight nobody.

Who he gonna knock out?

- Shit, all that
motherfucking pop-lockin'

don't build no biceps.

[chuckles]

- What you got to say now,
nigga?

- Hey, I told your bitch ass
inside

we ain't about
all that talk.

- Well, you ain't gonna
disrespect me like that.

- No, nigga,
we don't play that shit.

We're from Compton, homey.

- I thought
I told you to leave.

Don't--

I need backup!
He got a gun.

[tense music]

♪

[three gunshot blasts]

- Jake, come on,
breathe, homey.

Come on,
you're gonna be all right.

Come on, keep breathing, Jake.

- [gasping]
- I got you. I'm right here.

Keep breathing, brother.
Come on.

We're gonna get you some help,
all right?

- Yo, Suge, what's going on?
Are you all right?

- Where are your boys at, Puff?
- What? Who?

- You know who!
You did this shit.

This is on you!
- What was I supposed to do?

No, no, don't put this on me.

- Come on, let's go.
- Don't put this on me.

- Clear out!

♪

Don't put this on me, Suge!
- Puff.

- ♪ Willing to do
what he gotta ♪

♪ Even if it means
both shots ♪

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- You sure you don't want me
to drive you to the airport?

- Yeah, it's okay.

Dane's coach
is gonna drive us.

- Ah, very funny.

[sighs]

- What?

- I just--

just feel like I should be
going with you guys.

- Even if you could come,
you'd be thinking about work

the whole time, so just stop.

- Can I at least feel sorry
for myself?

- No, that is one thing
I will not allow, you know?

I mean, hours on the job, fine.

Your little man crush
with Dupree, whatever.

But I can't have you feeling
sorry for yourself.

- You know, you're pretty sexy
when you're tough.

- Okay, well,
that's why you married me.

- I'll come out and visit
when I can.

We'll make an actual
family vacation out of it.

- No, you won't.

[door opens]

- Hey, Dane, what do you want?

- Can I just borrow
your headphones?

For the plane.

- What, you want to drown out
the crying babies

with some Tupac and Biggie;
is that it?

♪ Hey, it was all a dream

♪ I used to read
"Word Up!" magazine.

- Can I borrow them or not?
- [laughs]

- You ever meet
with the Chief before?

- Uh, no.

- I feel like the kid caught
running in the hall,

and now I'm waiting
to see the principal.

- Well, we don't have
anything to worry about.

[clears throat]
We're the good cops.

[tense music]

♪

- Detectives,
Chief Parks will see you now.

- Okay.
[grunts]

♪

Corruption in his own gang
unit, uh, Rampart Division,

and he estimated that 90%
of all LAPD gang units

engaged in the same form
of corruption.

- Dirty reports, sir.
Uh, dropped guns.

Physical abuse of arrestees.
- Jesus.

90%, he actually said that?

This is not some nightmare
I'm gonna wake up from.

- I'm afraid not, sir.

- Perez made no mention of
the bank robbery

involving David Mack.

He continues to deny any
involvement on that front.

- Well, I guess I'll take the
good news where I can get it.

Anything else?

- Uh, no, sir.

- Then lay out all the details
in your report.

The Department's gonna have to
deal with this the best we can.

There is no room
for corruption in the LAPD.

Not even 1%.

- Thank you, sir.

- Chief, I think Russ--

[clears throat]

I think Detective Poole has
discovered some interesting

things regarding
the Biggie Smalls murder.

- You two aren't working
that case.

- I know, but, um...

Russ?

- Uh, sir...

I believe that Rafael Perez
is withholding information

that supports my suspicion
that David Mack was contracted

by Suge Knight,
the owner of Death Row Records,

to murder Christopher Wallace,
AKA Biggie Smalls.

- And you have evidence
to support this?

- Witnesses saw an Impala
fleeing the scene.

David Mack drove an Impala.

Early on our investigation
an informant told us that

a man named Amir was
involved in the shooting.

The name Amir shows up on David
Mack's prison visitor log.

I was investigating which cops
were working for Death Row.

Mack has been seen
at Death Row functions.

He had a--a poster of Tupac
set up like a sh--

- A poster?

- I believe that I'm on
the right path here, sir.

- Give your findings
to the detective in charge

of the Wallace investigation.

Your report should
focus on only on what

Perez has said so far.

- Sir, but I do have
more information--

- Thank you, Detective.

- Thank you, sir.

- Thank you.

[elevator bell dings]

Thank you.

- For what?
Putting you on the spot?

- No, for standing up for me.

It took a lot of nerve.

- It needed to be said, Russ.

[stirring music]

There's no room for corruption
in the LAPD, not even 1%.

♪

[sighs]
Can you believe that?

♪

- I want to.

- Yeah, and what?

- I can't talk to Poole
because of the lawsuit.

- You knew that
from the beginning.

Talk to someone else.
- Like who? David Mack?

He's about to get
out of prison soon.

He's done his time.

- He may have 700 grand waiting
on him that I never found.

- Exactly,
we can't lean on him.

He's not gonna want to confess

to being involved
in some murder.

- Yeah, not likely.

- Same goes for Perez.

- Mm-hmm.
- You know what I could do?

I could bring Suge in
for a visit.

Yeah, have him talk about
the dirty cops

that he hired
to kill Biggie.

- Him you'd have to ask nicely.

Come on, Greg,
what's going on?

- Do you think that
Poole was right?

- Doesn't matter what I think.

- I need to know.

You need to tell me where to
focus,

because this task force...

We got nothing.
- You have to have something.

There's ten years of case files
in that room.

- We have looked through
every single one of them.

Trust me.

You know who did think
that Poole was right?

- Who?

- Keefe D.
- What?

- It's true.
Told the FBI so.

- He said the FBI,
not Justine.

Other agents looked into Death
Row long before I came along.

Thought it was started
with drug money.

- It was started
with drug money.

- Aw, come on, can't a black
man just be successful?

- Hey.
What exactly did Keefe say?

- That he heard Tupac
was gonna leave Death Row,

and Suge had him killed for it.

- [laughs]
So he sold them some bullshit.

Piggybacked off of Poole.
- Maybe, maybe not.

- Suge was riding
right next to Tupac.

I'm supposed to believe
that he hired someone,

and then what?
Pray that they were gonna miss

his big ass when they
were spraying bullets?

- Then why were the Feds
even talking to Keefe?

- Right.

- Same reason we keep
circling around him.

His name never
stopped coming up.

Shit, even Daroe thought that

Keefe had something to do with
Biggie, and he's a Crip.

- A lying one.
- We know he had an Impala.

We know he was at the Peterson.

And we know he might even
have been in Vegas.

- That means nothing.

Every gangster in LA
was at the Petersen.

- And in Vegas when
Tupac got shot, come on.

- All right, it means nothing.

But Keefe's all we got.

And he has to know something.

Even if that means dirty cops.

- Okay.

So what's the plan?

- From the beginning,
we've been trying to get people

to roll on Keefe's crew
from back in the day.

Not anymore.

- You want to find out
what he's doing now?

- Like I wanted to
from day one.

- Well, slightly different
tactics, Tucker.

But, you know what
they always say,

Once a dope dealer--
both: Always a dope dealer.

- That's right.
Let's get to work.

[ominous music]

♪

[indistinct chatter]

- One release, coming through.

[buzzer blares]

- Tupac Shakur.
Free man.

- You got me looking right.

Clothes, shoes.
Shit.

- [laughs]
What's up, man?

Only thing missing--
this piece right here.

- [laughs]

Always thought
your logo was tight.

- Yeah, Big Jake did too.

He wanted to put that shit
on everything.

- Yeah, I'm sorry to hear.

You know, Jake was cool people.

- Yeah, that was my homeboy.

Shouldn't have to
gone out like that.

You were right.
It's time to destroy Bad Boy.

- Mm-hmm.
[foreboding music]

- Now this shit's personal.

You ready?

- They tried to kill me.

Locked me up.
Made me want to kill myself.

I ain't ever been more ready
in my life.

I'm a soldier for Death Row.

And that's 'cause you was
there with me

when nobody else was.

As soon as we land,
take me to the studio.

♪

- My man.

.

[hip-hop music]

- ♪ Wherever we go
niggas bow to the Row ♪

- That's good, Pac.

We got it.
- What?

Nigga, you don't tell me.

I tell you when we got it.

Move, nigga!

[door opens]

- What up with you, Pac?
- [chuckles]

- Trying to kick it with you.

- You know how it is
when a nigga fresh out.

Find me in the lab killing
these beats while my hand's

in the cookie jar.

- Told you all
Tupac is a beast.

How many do you got now?

- Shit, about 22 tracks.

all: Damn.

- About this business,

Dre takes days on one song.

Snoop, you show up late
to the studio,

high and shit.

Y'all fools need to be
more like Tupac.

- Hey, hey, hey.

There can only be one Pac,
okay?

Just one.
[laughter]

Hey, but I got something
for New York, though.

Check it out.

[hip-hop music]

♪ Bad Boy killas
We the real MOB ♪

♪ We rich

♪ Pig, fuck you
You fat motherfucker ♪

♪ That's why
I fucked yo' bitch ♪

- You still think we should
keep acting like this

East Coast/West Coast beef
ain't brewing?

- I ain't gonna lie, after what
happened to Suge's boy, Jake,

God bless the dead, man.

It's like everybody
thinks we're at war.

And the news hyping it up,
that ain't helping.

- True.
Publishing all that shit.

They just took advantage
of Duke, man.

- Man, he knew exactly
what he was saying, all right?

Pac shouldn't be using me
or you as scapegoats.

Nah, he knows what.

- Say you get shot
and go to jail

for something
you ain't do.

That could mess
a nigga head up, man.

- So what you saying, Big?

- I'm saying I let you send
that letter to Duke.

I should've went and talked
to him face to face.

Now he out here wilin'
and I'm quiet.

- Man, you think I don't want
to run up on everybody

that got something to say?

Them niggas in Red Hook
right now.

Shooting some video.

But that ain't smart, Big.

- Listen, I don't know why
ain't that nigga

on the street no more,

but when there's beef,

I gotta handle that shit.

- Okay, you got
a choice to make.

All right?

You could waste your time
trying to control

something you can't.

Or...

You could spend
your money, man.

[door knocks, opens]

- Yo, yo, I need your eyes
on this poster, Puff.

- Yo, man, you see I'm here
with my artist, right?

- Yeah, pardon me, Big.
Just need one minute, Puff.

- [sighs]
[chuckles]

You know this man could talk,
right?

[chuckling]
You good?

- Do your thing, man.
- All right.

- What's up, man?

[hip-hop music]

- You know what it is.

Funkmaster Flex here.

Big, what's up?

- Yo, yo, what up, Flex?

Brooklyn's finest in the house.

- Big, tell us, how you feel
about "Hit 'Em Up"?

'Cause you know, that "Who Shot
Ya" verse was kinda crazy.

- "Who Shot Ya"
wasn't about Pac.

I keep telling y'all that
but y'all keep hyping it.

- I'm just saying,
your man Pac is out here

making a lot of accusations
about your wife.

- He disrespect me,
disrespect Brooklyn.

I represent for NY,
when NY reppin' for me?

- Oh, you're calling
New York out, Big?

That's what you're doing?

- Hell yeah,
Tupac, Snoop Dogg Pound,

they all out shooting a video
on Red Hook right now.

And what, you're all good
with that going down?

Pfft, get at 'em.

[hip-hop music]

♪

- Come on, man,
pass that my way.

Come on--shit.

♪

[clanking]

[thumping]

[gunshots blast]
[glass shatters]

- Get down!

[gunfire]

[ominous music]

♪

- Pac.

Tupac.

Nigga, it's Suge.

- [panting]

- You're good?

- Yeah.

My fault, man.

Gotta lay off these spicy foods
late at night.

- Hey, you ain't gotta
front with me, Pac.

I know how it is.
I've been inside.

Always gotta watch your back.

Even when you sleep.

- Yeah, it's been my life
since I came in this world.

- I just got a call.

Them niggas shot
the video setup.

- What?
- Blasted on their trailer.

Ain't nobody get hurt,
but peep this,

your boy, Biggie,

was on the radio telling them
fools to hit 'em up.

- So Biggie calling shots now?
And I'm the villain?

- If this what they want,

all they gotta do
is step to me.

- Hell yeah.

[eerie hip-hop music]

[WC's "Gangsta's Make
The World Go Round"]

♪

- ♪ I'm gettin' dizzy as
the world ♪

♪ Keeps spinnin' like
a Frisbee ♪

♪ Gangstas and girls make
my world twirl ♪

♪ No hesitation, I can run a
nation from incarceration ♪

♪ 30 years is
what I'm facin' ♪

♪ But give me 7 seas
and 11 Gs ♪

[knock on door]

- Come on,
[inaudible].

♪

- What do you see?

- Guys working on cars.

- It could be that Keefe's
just got an expensive hobby.

[tools buzz and whir]

[indistinct chatter]

♪

- What's with all the Impalas?

- Come on.

It's history there.
You got the '63.

You got the '66.

- Check out the license plates.

[camera shutter snaps]

- Virginia.
- Both of them.

- Could be nothing.

- Uh, or it could be something.

- Oh.

DEA in Virginia says
they have a CI

who says the Davis brothers
are running coke from LA.

- Davis as in Keefe D
and his brother Kevin?

- Or Dale and Antonio.

Sorry, I thought we were
doing famous Davis brothers.

- Well, my guess is Keefe's
using this house

to pack cars with drugs, and
then shipping it to Virginia.

Because--
[snaps fingers]

- Once a dope dealer,
always a dope dealer.

- That's right.

- I'll work on getting
a warrant for the house.

- We don't need a warrant.

We're not going anywhere
near that house.

- Why not?

- Because we don't want
Keefe to see us coming.

[sirens wailing]

- Damn, I ain't even
do nothing, man.

[indistinct radio chatter]

- Step out of the truck, sir.

- South Side Crip.

- Nah, I don't bang no more.

- Since when?

- A man gotta grow up.

- Yeah, he's a grown man,
Dupers.

- Well, it look like he
still shave

with his mama's pink
lady razor,

if you ask me.

- [laughs]

So where are you headed,
youngster?

- My job, delivering this whip,
partner.

[ominous music]

♪

- You better hope
he just found your lunch.

- Partner.

.

- It's been hours.

Don't you all gotta
give me bread and water?

- Transport will get you at
County in time for last meal.

- Oh, so I can't get
no chip love?

- Oh, you want some chip love?

Why don't you tell me who
put this in your wheel well.

- You don't think the van
will get here in time?

- No, I do, it's just that

the real Gs, they're not
gonna let a little sweetheart

like him eat,
you know what I mean?

- You can scrap, right?
- Yeah.

- Just eat your food
as fast as you can

before somebody takes it
from you.

Don't even sit down.

Just grab your plate
and throw your head back

like a little baby bird.

- This isn't his first time in.
He's fine.

- He ain't never
been to County.

- You've only been
in baby jail?

Oh.
- Oh? What do you mean, "Oh"?

- Maybe we should get you in
front of a judge by Monday.

- No, no, no, no,
today Thursday.

My mama would bail me
out tomorrow.

- On interstate
drug trafficking charges?

Shit.
Your mama got 20 Gs?

- You're probably not
gonna want to sleep

for a couple of days.

- Look, man, I--I--I was
just driving, all right?

I swear.
- For who?

- Keefe D?

- I see him around.

I don't deal with him
directly ever.

But y'all believe me, right?

- Yeah, we believe you.

So go on, eat up.

When you're done,

we'll let you go so you can
finish your delivery.

- Yeah, we want Keefe to think
you did your job.

- Then what?

- Then we'll keep you posted.

But know this,

you're working for us now.

[tense music]

♪

We're coordinating
with the DEA of Virginia.

They will control the delivery,
then later,

they'll shut down
all of Keefe's buyers

so that he has nowhere else
to sell his product.

It'll make him desperate
and a little bit more hands-on.

- And you think this kid
will be the answer

to Keefe's prayers.
- We're gonna make sure of it.

We'll start him off
buying slowly.

Ounces here, ounces there.

- Ounces, Greg, Jesus,

you think you're gonna turn
Keefe on a bunch of buy-walks?

- We're gonna have
his phones tapped.

We're gonna know everybody
who's involved.

We're gonna move up the keys,

and we're gonna make sure that
Keefe is facing serious years.

Believe me,
I know what we need.

- So do I.

You need time
that you don't have.

- Can you get me the time?

- Greg.

- Look, Keefe and Suge
have known each other

since they were in
elementary school.

- So what?
- Wilshire Division.

The cops at
Biggie's murder scene

all had Keefe's name
all over the reports,

before RHD, before Poole.

- Poole looked into Keefe.
I was there, remember?

- I don't think that Poole
looked hard enough.

- I've been down
this road before.

Poole had one theory too.

Greg, you're willing to stake
your entire career

on Keefe goddamn D?

♪

- I don't have a choice.

- [clicks tongue]

Okay.

I'll get you more time.

- Thank you.

- Yeah,
they are gonna be happy.

I'm gonna be happy too.

Well, we'll just take it
one day at a time.

And we'll make it work.

I love you too.

- Was that, uh...
- My wife.

- Wow, there's a first time
for everything, huh?

- We're gonna give it
another shot.

- Yeah?
- Mm.

- That's great, Russ.
Happy for you.

- But please don't make
a joke about Grace now.

- Viva Las Vegas.

- Wow.

- Wah.

Hey, how's that report coming?

- Oh, I'm done.
- Already?

- Yeah.

Two pages.

Limited to Perez.

- That's what the Chief wanted.
- Yeah.

- You hear about the Impala
they found over at Death Row?

- Sure did, Cherry Red, but
might appear black at night.

But even Miller wasn't
worried about it.

- Eh, they're dusting that
for gun powder residue.

- Yeah?
- Yep.

Hey, at least they're doing it
to one of the Impalas, right?

- Uh, right.

- So, you want me
to drop this off?

It's the least I could do,
Russ.

- Uh, actually, I should
probably check that for, uh--

for typos.

Just look it over
one more time.

- Such a boy scout.
- Yeah.

- Thanks, Russ.
- Thank you.

[tense music]

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

- Detective Poole.

I take it this is
about Rafael Perez.

- Part of it, yeah.

- Part of it?
Okay.

Now I'm intrigued.

What can the District
Attorney's Office do for you?

- Here, read this.

♪

♪

[hip-hop music playing]

♪

♪

- Big Suge.
- What's poppin'?

- What's up?
What's up?

- Didn't think you'd
make it out.

- Yeah, I mean, you know,

I always can enjoy
some Cali love.

- How's the family?
- Family's good.

- The dinner's good?

- Dinners is always good.

[chuckles]

Ah, shit, Suge.

Doing it big.

- Yeah, you know how
Death Row parties.

Nothing but the finest.

- Yeah, I see you.

- You like how we roll?

You should promote for just us.

- What you talking about?

- Come on.

I pay you 500 Gs

just to join Death Row.

But you work for us
and nobody else.

- Damn, I mean,

I thought you brought me here
just to promote a tour

or something.

- In exchange,
we're gonna need your loyalty.

You know what I mean.
Death Row is a family.

- Oh--okay.

Yeah.

I mean, let me think on it.

You know, Puff's been
real cool with me.

And that's my boy.

- [laughs]

Come on, Pac, let's give him
a little time to think on it.

♪

- We're gonna be family, right?

♪

Where does Puff stay
when he's out here?

- What do you mean?

- Give us his address,
and his mama's address too.

- No, I can't do that.

Look, man, this ain't
none of my business, man.

- Where does Puffy live?

♪

- I can't.

♪

[groaning]

♪

[telephone rings]

- Yo.

[somber hip-hop music]

Yeah.

Yeah, thanks.

♪

♪

They want to kill me.

♪