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Call an ambulance.

Now you see why I didn't call an ambulance.

How badly does the Director want this war funded?

There are literally thousands of soldiers

in the jungle waiting for me

to deliver supplies and weapons.

You really think you're the guy to step into this?

I want back in the game.

I ain't never scored blow before.

I know a guy. He's kind of crazy.

Okay, front me a key.

You got one day to bring me $12,000.

- What is that? - Nothing.

-Go home, Mel. -Come on, Franklin.

Go home.

I just wanna offer you the product I'm selling.

I'm not here to start any trouble--

Bullshit!

Franklin Saint.

You ever need anything, you come find me.

Okay, Franklin Saint. Get the fuck out of here.

Most of that goes towards the next shipment, okay.

So don't get too attached.

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

There's got to be a way I can do this

without ending up dead or in jail.

In your own hood, they can't afford no blow.

See that? See those rocks?

We gonna make bank.

It's gonna be 13 a key.

You have somebody stake out his little crib.

Get right to the source.

There's bills and the mortgage.

You ain't gotta worry about any of that anymore, Mom.

I don't want your reefer money.

Aw, shit.

Leon!

It ain't about payback, all right?

Why don't you think about taking care of your people?

Your folk.

Come on, Ray Ray.

-Ray Ray, man, come on! -Do it, motherfucker!

-All right, all right! -Ray Ray! Ray Ray!

-Do it! -Ray Ray! Ray--

Just wanted to say I'm sorry.

About everything.

Make sure he gets home safe.

This is war, Teddy.

You need to learn to let things go.

The Director's very proud of you.

So is the president.

My fellow Americans,

I must speak to you tonight about a mounting danger

in Central America that threatens

the security of the United States.

The plan to aid rebels fighting

the Nicaraguan government is in trouble in the House.

The administration has given the Contras

at least $100 million in the last five years.

And they can't even tell us how that money was spent.

If we cut off the freedom fighters

we will be giving the Soviets

one of their greatest foreign policy victories

since World War II.

What the administration is asking for

on behalf of freedom in Central America...

Is so small, so minimal,

considering what is at stake.

The total amount requested for aid

to all of Central America--

Money.

Yuda, get the kid his bricks.

Who wants free ice cream?

Our people waited all day and all night

freezing their asses off in the desert,

and your guy never made the drop.

I know and I apologize.

You sure he made the pickup?

Yeah, the Colombians confirmed

that he came and went yesterday.

So what?

The plane crashed?

No. I'm sorry that I wasted your time.

Just give me a few more days.

Sup, Peaches?

All quiet on the western front?

Come on, let's go to Franklin's room.

Boy, you need to relax with all that.

Shit, I can't relax. I'm ready to go, Wanda.

Ladies, I would like y'all to meet Franklin Saint.

AKA our Savior, AKA the Big Black Apostle.

What's goin' on, baby? Come on.

Franklin's fine, aight?

Nice to meet you, ladies.

-What's up, Unc? -Sup, nephew.

God damn!

I don't know how you got the energy.

If I got to spend my days in that cookhouse,

I sure as hell ain't spending my nights in here.

Hey, Peaches!

I don't need no chaperone, Jerome.

Looking like that you need a bodyguard.

Huh? Peaches!

Hey, hey, make sure she get to the club aight.

-Bye. -Gimme a kiss.

Give Claudia a kiss for me too.

I will if you want.

Tell her to come by, see my tree.

She ain't interested in your tree.

She like pie, though.

And I'll tell her you said hi too.

Open this goddamn door!

The fuck is wrong with you?

Oh, nigga, you wanna fuck on my goddamn...

Come on, man!

Mm-hmm. Bitch, get yo ass up!

Hey--Hey, man! Be cool!

Nigga, get yo ass!

Just go!

Grab his ass!

-Jesus and Luis? -They lost faith.

They going back to Mexico.

They would have never done this to my dad.

Or Ramiro.

We'll have to train new drivers.

Who aren't gonna stay around either unless this works.

Floundering!

And they can smell it.

Stomper's gonna be pissed if we go around him.

I'm not bringing this to that asshole

just so he can cut us out.

Cessna Caravan, 1,200 nautical mile range,

3,600-pound payload.

-And the compression test? -Two weeks ago. All green.

Okay.

So it's the same deal as last time.

Have the seats removed and weighed.

-Uh, where's the seller? -Ohio.

I'll wire the money first thing,

but there's still the matter of who's going to fly it.

Preferably someone who won't run off this time.

- Aero Services Aviation. - Can we go secure?

Yeah. Will you excuse me a minute?

Going secure.

Okay, what's going on?

Wanted to let you know that the president's

requested $21 million to finance operations

in Nicaragua for the upcoming year.

Uh, yeah, I mean, that's only

3 million less than last year.

I could probably make up the difference if I--

He's not gonna get it, Teddy.

Repeat that, please.

Congress isn't going to approve any of the funds.

So that's it?

There's no ancillary support?

I mean, are there other options on the table?

Besides you? No.

So now the question that I have to ask

is can you handle this?

Yes, sir.

I am very glad to hear you say that.

But Teddy, this will change things.

It now becomes imperative that nothing implicate

company involvement in any capacity.

Is that understood?

So no access to the weapons depot?

No access to anything official.

Even me.

This now becomes something

compartmented between the two of us.

And what if something happens to you?

I will have records in my safe

of everything so that you'll be covered.

Okay.

We're counting on you, Teddy.

We believe in you and what you're doing.

Continue to make us proud, okay?

Thank you, sir.

I will.

-Hey, Gladys? -Yeah.

-Kansas City. -I'm sorry?

Have the plane delivered to Kansas City.

Kansas side, any small airport west of downtown will do.

What's in Kansas city?

Sometimes these things happen.

Just saying, a little heads up would be nice.

But I like seeing you, Frankie.

Even--even Leon here is growing on me.

You know how stressful it is to ride through Encino

with this much fucking coin in a car?

Okay.

Maybe Leon is not growing on me so much.

I got a few ounces lying around somewhere

so you don't feel I've wasted your time.

Muir,

go to the stash, see what you can find for Frankie.

You got it.

You know...

not too long ago you were happy

with just a few hundred dollars.

How we grow, huh.

Likes weeds.

Hey.

Friday.

Come over for Shabbat dinner, wear a nice coat.

Come on, Franklin. You have money now.

Get yourself a nice coat.

- Avi! Avi! - What?

What'd he say? Hey, what's going on?

-LAPD! Hands up! -Hands up!

Don't run! Don't run.

-Faster! Move. Move. -Hey! Against the wall.

Right there, don't move!

Hey, stop!

Everything is okay. Hello, officer.

Stop! Stop right there!

Freeze!

Hey, don't fucking shoot, all right?

Hands behind your head.

-Think you can run, huh? -Get the fuck off me.

-Hey! -Fuck off!

I said hands behind your head.

You got a problem?

Punk kid. Think you can run from me?

Shut the fuck up.

Apparently, your boy's in business

with a Babe Ruth motherfucker.

That dude, Avi? Hitting him with possession

with intent to go along with a hefty gun charge.

In terms y'all laymans can understand,

that boy fucked.

What about Leon?

Hit him with a 69PC.

-The fuck is a 69PC-- -Felony evading.

Why the fuck you ain't say that then?

'Cause I'ma fucking professional, J-rome.

No, you's a moron, Biscuit.

Look. Least they ain't trying

to rope him in on a possession of weapons beef.

Now the bad news is, your boy's got priors,

and because it's a felony, bail's 50.

Thousand.

Ain't 50 hundred, nigga.

-I want him out. -Gonna need 10% down.

Cash, collateral, whatever.

Shit, 5,000 ain't shit.

Yeah, it is. It is.

It's a lot, Tyrone.

I'm gonna need a minute to get that for you.

Hey, ain't my boy in there.

Do what you gotta do.

Nephew, you got the five Gs on you now.

Let's get this shit done.

I don't want those two knowing what I'm holding.

Tyrone's straight, he always has been.

You getting paranoid.

Avi and Leon are locked up.

And I just spent the whole of yesterday

running around Encino with 42 Gs in a duffel bag

trying to find a cab or a bus before the cops found me.

So yeah...

Maybe I'm a little on edge.

Well, with Avi in the clink,

you know where we gonna get some more coke?

We wanna see Vuelvas and Chumacho.

Tell them Lucia Villanueva's here.

They know my family.

They used to buy marijuana from my dad and my tio.

Hey.

If you're not interested, we'll leave.

Thank you for seeing us.

Cocaine,

but rocked-up,

smokable,

and cheap.

It's moving like wildfire in South Central

and it's about to take off in the barrio.

It's gonna be bigger than heroine,

more profitable.

Right now it's being sold by mayates in Pico-Union.

I've been in business with Stomper and the Monarcas.

But I'm bringing this to you.

There's money to be made.

I know it.

You say it's good.

Let's see.

Okay, wait.

You see the key to this game, Lucas,

is a steady hand and laser focus,

of which I have both.

Your problem is you're thinking about Bethany's titties,

and how if I whip your ass right now in public

you're not gonna get to see 'em.

And because you're thinking about that

and not concentrating on the shot,

you're gonna miss that shot.

Resulting in me whipping your ass

and coincidentally,

you not getting to see Bethany's titties.

Think you mean ironically.

What was that?

Uh, you said, uh, "Coincidentally not

getting to see Bethany's titties."

But I think what you meant to say was,

"Ironically not getting to see Bethany's titties."

The circumstance you're describing

being one of irony, and not coincidence.

Hey, Bethany.

Matt, wanna tell your friend to stop talking about my tits?

Are you finished?

You gonna take a shot,

or keep doing a hatchet job on the English language?

-Oh. -Ha-ha.

-Wow. -Hmm.

The weapons are flowing South.

Contras are pushing back.

That's how you're funding this?

Not all of it, but yeah.

That-- yeah, that's fucked up.

Even for the CIA, that's fucked up.

Okay, okay.

Look, I--all that I need is a stopgap.

I just need someone reliable who can fly

the loads till I find a permanent replacement.

That's it.

-How long? -A month.

Two months, tops.

I'm sure Bethany will still be waiting

here for you when you get back.

He's not doing well, Teddy.

Jesus Christ.

Looked like he was doing fine to me.

-You're spying on us now? -Here.

This should buy whatever help he needs until you get back.

'Cause you're not gonna see him when you're here.

I already saw him, Matt.

-I already saw him. -Through the window.

Yeah, and they're spotless, by the way. Great work.

Still got you washing 'em with vinegar once a week?

It would mean a lot to him.

I don't give a fuck what it would mean to him.

I really don't and I'm sorry. But, listen,

it's you I came back for. You understand?

I have a Cessna Caravan

waiting in a hangar at Fairfax Airport.

She's sexy as hell. She's ready to go.

All I need is someone to fly her.

You sure about this?

Because when I came back from 'Nam,

nobody had any idea what the point was.

For those people down there and for us here it's important.

If we win this war we can change the course of history.

And this war, we can win.

Hey, he still ain't out?

Any minute, man. Tyrone in there now.

Where was I?

Uh, you was gettin' ready

to ruin the rest of the fucking movie.

Damn right, and he go,

"Say hello to my little friend."

Get him, motherfucker.

Yo, he's bad, I seen this shit twice.

Yeah, cuz.

-So he live? -What?

Nah man, everybody in that motherfucker die.

What's wrong with you, Jerome?

Man, you got crabs or something?

I don't like being out in front

of this motherfucking place, God damn.

-Amen. -Ah.

This fool.

So when you drop the soap, do you bend over to pick it up

or do you squat? Like how do you--

How does that work?

-This motherfucker. -What's up, man?

Hey, y'all make sure this little nigga

don't run, you hear?

Who the fuck you talking to?

All right, playa.

Look, y'all need me again, and it sound like you will,

you know where I'm at.

-They sweat you hard? -Some.

You give 'em my social?

Name, number, address.

Appreciate that, man.

So what you want, huh? Drink? Lap dance?

Wanda ain't come with y'all, huh?

Oh, no, man, she havin' a little trouble walking.

Spent a little time with her while you was gone.

Oh, you want to fuck with me after I just got out, huh?

Nah, she wanted to fuck with us.

Oh, really? So I have to beat all y'alls ass, huh?

Miguel.

He's out there somewhere.

All right.

Gustavo.

Still nothing?

Not in the States or in Mexico.

It's like he's vanished off the face of the planet.

Maybe he has.

You know...

Pedro ran for a reason. Hmm?

He may never come back.

We killed his father.

He's not gonna let that go.

Boy, we was talking about you last night.

All good, I hope.

Your homegirl Tanosse was up in here.

With your name in her mouth.

I did not know you two was acquainted.

Yeah, we used to kick it back in the day.

So she said.

Let me get you a drink.

If Tanosse in here, I take it Bobo back in the pen?

Yup.

She been hearing rumors that you on the rise.

Yeah...

well, I got other shit on my mind than pussy.

Making you a rarity amongst young men.

Come on, let me talk to you.

Hey!

-Hey, what the motherfuck? -What the fuck?

Shit!

-There we go, Peaches. -What the fuck happened?

How they get in?

Back door.

Somebody didn't lock that shit?

Somebody left that shit unlocked?

They jimmied the shit.

And Peaches, you ain't hear it?

And so what? You just kill

some motherfuckers in my house?

You ain't wanna scare 'em off first?

-What you gonna do that for? -I ain't asking you!

-Well, I'm answering you! -Stop!

Fucking stop. Keep your voices down.

Who the fuck are they?

Fuck.

It's motherfucking Biscuit.

That ain't Tyrone.

That's Jamal. That's Biscuit older brother.

Biscuit's older brother, who's paranoid now, Unc?

I told you not to mention that fucking money!

They wouldn't even thought twice about this shit

if you ain't make a big deal of it, God damn.

I told you not to keep that fucking money in our house!

Wanna talk about this now?

Hey, look, if nosy-ass Shirley heard the shots,

then the cops is probably on the way now.

God damn.

So now what you gonna do?

-Fuck. -Huh?

Me and Jerome go and load up the bodies.

Drive 'em out.

Bury 'em.

You two, stay here, clean this shit up.

Sun rises,

this never happened.

I'm with that shit.

Come on.

This shit is fucking crazy.

Why ain't they back yet?

Gotta dig.

Shit takes time.

How you know?

This house ain't gonna never be the same.

Mm.

You know, we should probably get some bars on the windows.

And new doors.

- That them? - Nah, they wouldn't knock.

You expecting somebody?

At 8:00 in the morning?

Ah, shit.

What?

One second.

Mel.

Something wrong?

Nah, I'm all right. I just...

Go on. 'Sup?

I just...

I was gonna come by yesterday on the actual day.

But then I didn't know if I should.

In the end it just ain't feel right

not wishing you happy birthday.

You have fun?

Yeah. Yeah, we did.

We, uh, had a little party.

Nothing crazy.

I just came to give you this.

Happy birthday, Franklin.

Hope it was a good day.

Hey, uh...

you wanna go get some breakfast or something?

Can't, school.

It's cool. Uh, I'll walk with you then.

I don't think that's a good idea.

-I just want to talk for-- -Franklin.

My dad's been hearing about you too

and don't want me nowhere near you.

Someone will see.

Hey, uh...

you or Andre,

talk to my moms at all?

She and my dad spend some time together.

I see her here and there.

How she doing?

How she doing?

Her heart's broken, Franklin.

How you think she doing?

Take care of yourself, okay?

Gracias.

This place is a shit hole.

You know who I am?

You bring all this in?

From our family's farms in Mexico.

Then we sell it wholesale.

You bring it through, uh,

border checkpoints or you have your own routes?

I thought, uh, you were here to talk about this new drug.

I'm here to talk about whatever the fuck I want.

We have our own routes.

My father and uncle created them.

Mm-hmm.

They're dead now, right?

Is that right?

Mm-hmm.

If they weren't, what do you think

they'd say about this new product?

I think they'd see a new business opportunity.

My boys agree with you.

They like this new rock cocaine.

Not me.

From what I seen, it makes people crazy.

Right? Keeps 'em calm, obedient,

which we control.

It also mean getting into business with the mayates

and that could cause some problems.

This drug is gonna catch on whether we're in it or not.

And if we're not...

that's a lot of money going to those mayates

and not us,

leaving our people weaker.

Is that what you're worried about?

Our people?

Among other things.

Empowering Mexicans in this country.

Ensuring we have a voice that cannot be ignored.

I believe this drug is the future.

And I believe it so deeply

I'm willing to front all the product.

Take on all the financial risk.

The decision is yours.

How was the flight?

Uh, it was as smooth as a stripper's ass.

It was... fine.

You must be Matt.

And you are?

You can call me Mrs. Warren.

Could I call you something else?

No.

Can I speak with you privately for a minute?

Anything you can say to him you can say in front of me.

Yeah, it's all right, Gladys. Go ahead.

I still hadn't heard back from Avi

so I went by his house.

And... I think we have a problem.

It's a nice spot.

Any opportunity to get out from that desk.

So this bust, this wasn't the result

of surveillance or a long-term op?

Started with a murdered rich kid in Studio City.

Now we got the DEA, the FBI, and ATF

all fighting for who's gonna take the lead on our bust.

You mind if I keep this copy?

Yeah, be my guest.

Thanks as always, Solo.

Coke's officially gone.

We got enough rock for maybe

another day or two, but that's it.

What about you, Rob?

You know how hard it is to find someone

to get you more than two kilos a week

who isn't full of shit?

He's trying to rip you off, he's trying to kill you--

Yeah, yeah, whatever, man.

Anything from you two?

Nigga, you want a chopped-up key for 25 grand?

Guy just a motherfucker.

Nigga, it was your connect.

I mean, it's like the white boy, Rob, say.

There's lotta bullshit out here, Frankie.

Okay.

First thing in the morning, we head up to Oakland.

Visit Swim.

Get enough rock to tide us over.

Maybe even talk our way into they connect.

Set up a pipeline south. That's what we're gonna do.

I'm down.

Same.

Good.

Get some rest, man.

We'll link up at Jerome's in the morning.

So what do you tell them?

The LAPD?

Oh, there's no them, it's just this one guy.

This detective, he's the CIA liaison

at the department.

Hey, please don't open that. Don't open that.

-So you're not worried at all? -Worried about what?

About that guy, Avi, deciding to roll on you.

Not really. I mean, even if he did,

they'd just be chasing Reed Thompson.

Who's that?

Exactly.

Oh.

So do I get an alias too?

Mm-hmm.

And you should start calling me Reed.

Okay, Reed.

If you're in the clear, what's the problem?

The problem is, we're about import

50 keys of Colombian White.

I got no one to buy it.

So we need to find a drug dealer.

Talked to Claudia again, about the club.

-Mm. -Offered her a blank check.

She ain't gonna sell, huh?

You know there's other ways I could push her out.

Like how?

She got cops on the payroll

so it ain't like you can just shut it down.

And you ain't gonna kill her, so what else is there?

Hey...

-can I ask you something? -Mm-hmm.

You know I noticed you've been spending

a lot of time over there.

With her.

- Is that a question? - Look...

It ain't my business how you and Jerome live your lives.

I'm just sayin' if you falling for Claudia,

it's bad for business.

That's a problem.

You know that.

Or maybe I'm just getting close to her

trying to figure out a way to get my hands on that club.

Seeing as how you seem to be unable.

Look. Look. Look.

I'ma handle it, okay?

I promise.

I mean, it might not be a Christmas present, but...

I'ma get it done, okay?

I'm gonna piss.

Anything else you want to tell me?

Oso?

Who goes there?

It's me.

Pedro?

Hello, prima.

Environmental groups claims that by the year 2000

a quarter of the world's energy could cover

renewable sources, such as the Sun and wind.

Although much of the technology needed

to make such sources viable is not yet...

-Hey, you okay? -I'm good.

Can you hear me? I'm so sorry, man.

Are--How is your neck?

It's good. It's good.

Sorry about this, kid.

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