01x06 - A Long Time Coming

[bunniefuu]

You're gonna get off your ass

and you're gonna fly
us the f*ck out of here!

If this is what you think
the country needs you to do,

then do it.

Let's talk about this
when I get back to D.C.

Where's my money?

I don't have time for
this sh*t, man. Move.

Oh, my God! Holy sh*t!

What's the matter with
you? Call an ambulance!

You said that there was

no one here besides
you when Logan OD'ed.

Don't worry so much, Teddy Mack.

I like this one that you started.

Who's that? Is that Daddy?

- Dada.
- Oh, that's Daddy's house?

You drew your house.

- We going.
- Do you wanna say hi?

Can you say, "Hi,
Daddy"? Say hi to Daddy?

- No.
- Do you wanna show...

Do you wanna... do you wanna
tell Daddy your new word?

Yeah!

Oh, you're a good boy.

Oh...

Can you say...

Oh. Almost. You ready? I'm
gonna throw it to you now.

- Ready for the ball?
- Ready!

Oh!

He fell over.

But I caught it.

That was such a good catch!

Can you throw it back to Mommy?

- Hey!
- I drop it!

What about this? You
wanna keep drawing with me?

Hello?

Hey. How's the head?

I'll never complain
about a migraine again.

How'd it go with Avi?

Ah, it was fine.

Wish I could say the
same for the Mexicans.

What happened?

Lucia didn't have the money.

Puta madre.

I gave her hours to come up with it,

but I don't trust she's
gonna come through.

So I need you to start
looking for another buyer.

Why can't you do it?

Because I am going to D.C.,

and then to San Antonio to make sure

that the g*ns get to the Contras.

You remember what I told you

about me not being a drug dealer?

All right, the sooner we get the money,

the sooner we can get the
supplies to your people.

So just do what you can, okay?

I'll see you in a day or two.

Bye.

She probably... Oh, my God.

Right there, right there.

- How old is she again?
- Who gives a sh*t? She fine.

- Hey, I'd hit that.
- After I finish, n*gga.

- I'm-a smack that sh*t up.
- Man, she is fine.

That thing... I'm-a smack it.

What is wrong with you two? Claudia.

Meet Leon Simmons and Kevin
Hamilton, my business partners.

Is there a Big Brother Big
Sister meetin' around here

I don't know about?

Um, FKL Incorporated
at your service, ma'am.

n*gga, no. FLK Incorporated.

- Since when?
- n*gga, you just got here.

Take these clowns back
to the circus, please.

What you say, lady? We about business.

Look, lil' n*gga, the
only business you about,

you pick up a rag, and
start polishing wood.

Otherwise, I need you and your butt boy

- to get the f*ck out of here.
- Did she just...

I'll handle it, man. It's all good.

Y'all getting paid either way.

Busted old bitch!

Forget her. Come on.

She don't know who she talkin' to.

I thought you was serious, young blood.

I am.

I just need folks I can trust.

You know what a cliché is?

Uh-huh.

Well, I'm gonna hit
you with one right now.

The stuff you dealing in,

ain't nobody you can trust.

I'm only taking two.

Well, I've got four, and they all pure.

I told you, I am a
purveyor of entertainment,

not a drug dealer.

Okay.

You know anybody who
might be interested?

No, Franklin, I do not know
anybody who'd be interested.

Didn't you learn anything in your
encounter with Lenny and Ray-Ray?

You're gonna have to get your
dead presidents someplace else.

You stick around these four blocks,

you bound to catch fire.

Another cliché?

A prophecy.

You like that?

If you ever want me
to teach you something,

you just come on back through, 'kay?

Till then, b*at it. I'm busy.

It's like when the X-Men went
up against the Hellfire Club.

How the hell they know
how it's gonna go down?

Jean Gray f*cked them over.

And all Mastermind had to do
to get her to be the Black Queen

was get inside her head.

You do that to a trick,
you'll have her forever.

What the f*ck is you talking about?

I thought you liked Phoenix.

No one ever really liked Phoenix.

Her soul was corrupted.

Look at this here.

Bitch-ass n*gg*s out
here, three for one.

Out here slippin'.

Hey, you sure you wanna take it there?

I mean, we robbed them,
and they got us back.

Maybe we could let this sh*t slide...

Hey, n*gg*s broke into my spot.

Tied me up and hit me with
a m*therf*cking baseball bat.

And you talkin' 'bout
letting that sh*t ride, n*gga?

What the f*ck wrong with you?

Okay. I'm ready.

- You rollin', n*gga?
- I'm ready.

- You ready, n*gga?
- What?

Roll your window down.

What the f*ck's wrong
with the window, man?

It's not f*cking opening. I
need to roll the window down.

Is there a problem?

Don't know.

- What you boys doing here?
- Nothin'.

We just cruisin'.

Then cruise.

I know you don't live around here.

So move along,

or I can start my day off
right by making an arrest.

Let's go, man.

Come on, man.

All right.

- My Mom's not home too.
- I know. I dropped her off.

- I can't wait to see this money.
- You stupid.

Whoo! Hoo-hoo!

Oh, my God!

Whoo! Hoo-hoo!

Oh, yeah!

Get that sh*t. Get that sh*t.

We rich!

Hey. Who your daddy? Who's your daddy?

What you call that bird? Melody?

Man, shut up, man.

You know you want that
doughnut-eater's daughter.

Ah.

And he got his shoes on my bed!

You can buy a new bed.

Keep her name out your mouth.

Get your own Melody.

Damn, n*gga!

- Hey, you ever done it before?
- What? With Melody?

No, get your head out of her ass, man.

I'm talking about this nose candy.

Nah, man, that's the cardinal rule...

- Don't get high on your own supply.
- m*therf*cker,

how we supposed to sell it if
we don't know what it's like?

People who buy coke know
what it feel like, dumbass.

Now stop messing around
and help me cut this sh*t.

Man, cut it yourself.

Get your shoes off my bed, man.

I'm talking about this stupid bed, man.

Careful with that sh*t, man.

Hey, so you said / 's cocaine and...

- / baby formula, right?
- Uh-huh.

Yeah, how you know that?

The Israeli.

Hey, so how many of these
bags you supposed to be making?

As many as we can.

Probably go a little faster we
had some powder to help us out.

Mm-hmm.

Claudia right about y'all two, man, huh?

You a couple clowns or you businessmen?

We a couple of clowns, fool.

- Oh, sh*t.
- sh*t.

Hide the sh*t and
keep quiet. I got this.

No, no, no. You crazy? Don't answer it.

- I'm-a just see who it is.
- Hey, hey, man.

How we supposed to hide this?

Figure it out.

sh*t! I got the money, I got the money.

f*ck!

- Let's get to work.
- Oh, man. Uh, sh*t.

It's only Mel, man.

We was just talking about you.

Hey, y'all... y'all trippin',
man. It's just Melly Mel.

- How you doin', girl?
- What y'all doing?

Damn!

Great f*cking hiding job!

- I want some!
- Listen to your girl, man.

That's what I was saying.

For the last time, ain't
nobody doing this damn coke!

- Damn!
- You gonna sell it?

- 'Cause I can help you sell it.
- You're not helping, Mel.

We need to go back to Volpes, all right?

They got titties all over the place,

and your friend's mom is fine, too.

I saw half her p*ssy the last time.

- Which half?
- Volpes already got enough coke.

And I ain't nickel-and-diming
in the Valley.

- That's how you get arrested.
- All right, all right.

What about, like, Bel Air or some sh*t?

- Ah-ah!
- I heard folks up there got coin.

You wanna go door-to-door in Bel
Air like we selling candy bars?

I don't know why y'all trippin'.

I told y'all I got a cousin
named Devon up in Oakland.

He got a g*ng of connections.
We could take a road trip.

- Road trip?
- Yeah. Hell, yeah.

Right? You wanna go on
a road trip, Melly Mel?

- Maybe.
- Yeah?

- Y'all are sounding crazy.
- Y'all did some, didn't you?

No.

Get your black asses out my house.

- Hey, man.
- Hey, what'd it feel like?

- Ah, man, I can't even...
- Franklin, this sh*t's amazing!

- I can't believe you.
- It's...

- Come on, man.
- Hey, man! Hold up!

Where you gonna sell this sh*t at?

- Once I figure that out...
- Hey!

...and y'all two fools sober up...

- Why I gotta leave?!
- ...I'll let y'all know.

Because I got sh*t to do.

- Hey, come on, man.
- Things I gotta do.

- Dang.
- Man, get out.

Let's go find a pool or something, man.

Hey, man, I wanna swim.
Don't y'all wanna swim?

- You don't know how to swim.
- Man, of course I know how to swim.

Hey, you know, you look
so good in bikinis...

I'll take that, thank you.

- Thanks, man.
- You're welcome.

- Hey.
- Come on.

- Come on, man.
- Hey, don't shut us out. Hey!

How many of these places
do you wanna check?

As many as we have to.

He might be dead already.

So you know him from Texas?

Mm-hmm.

From foster care.

We came to L.A. together.

Why didn't you guys keep in touch?

Hernan.

What the f*ck are you doing here?

Looking for you, ese.

I wanna talk to you.

- You brought your girlfriend?
- Business partner. Lucia.

Nice to meet you.

I don't know what kind of
business you got with Gustavo,

but watch your back.

He tends to run when things get scary.

Right, vato?

How you doing, Hernan?

I don't know yet.

Any g*ng in the city would k*ll
to have access to our product.

Why the f*ck you talking to
me like you know me, jaina?

Hey, man, all we're asking
for is an introduction.

Those guys out there,
they're my brothers now.

I say the word, and they bash
both your f*cking heads in.

They're gonna pay your bills, too?

Hmm?

They're gonna look after
Nuvia and the children

once you're gone?

With dialysis, you
live, what? Five years?

My aunt lasted maybe three.

Right?

You can't afford not to help us, ese.

What are you offering?

A cut from everything Los Monarcas buy.

Set up the meet.

And if Stomper tells
you to go f*ck yourself?

Then we'll give you
a half-ounce of blow.

Just for your trouble.

I owe you, vato.

I owe you. Let me pay you back.

Órale.

So the g*ns are being
held up at the depot

by this mid-level prick who thinks

he isn't getting enough
respect from the Contras.

I'm sure the Ambassador just wants

to be taken into consideration.

Okay, well, while he's
waiting for his ego

to be properly stroked, our
guys are dying down there.

It'll take some time to
smooth it over with the prick.

How much time?

You really want another
Bay of Pigs on your hands?

I thought you had this under control.

- I do.
- And yet, here we are.

Look, I just need a little push.

Be nice if it came from the top.

Looks like you had some
trouble in Honduras.

I-I don't... What does that mean?

Do you need someone else
working with you on this?

No.

I-I already have somebody.

He's a Nicaraguan national.
He's m*llitary-trained.

He knows what the stakes are.

Okay, here's the progress
report for the President.

The Contras will have everything
they need once they get those g*ns.

You say that again,

and you'll spend the rest
of your career behind a desk.

Maybe I can go around the Ambassador,

hit up a buddy at the
depot, might expedite things.

I'd appreciate that.

You look like sh*t, Teddy.

I appreciate that, too.

I hope I haven't made
a mistake with you.

You haven't.

- Hello?
- Teddy: Hey. It's me.

Hi.

Yeah, I, uh,

I tried the office. They
said that you were home.

Sorry.

Were we supposed to talk today?

Wh... No, I'm here. I'm... I'm in D.C.

- I landed this afternoon.
- Oh.

You know, I-I had a-a
meeting with James,

but also I was, uh, I was
hoping I could see you.

About?

Okay. Um...

You know, I've... I've been
doing a lot of thinking.

Um...

soul searching or whatever.

Look, I-I haven't stopped
thinking about you guys

since you were in Los Angeles.

And, um, I want us to be together.

- And I miss you and...
- Teddy, stop.

- No, just hear me out, please.
- Stop.

Give me that much, at least.

You know, I-I could've
just shown up at your door,

but I'm trying to do this the right way.

Please.

Julia.

If you come over,

I don't want any bullshit.

Yeah.

And I don't know if I
want us to be together.

I understand.

I want Thai food.

I'll see you at : .

Hey.

Mmm! Yeah, baby.

Unh. Toll House.

How many you want?

- Uh, two.
- Ooh!

Thanks.

Ah.

Yeah.

A man gotta know how to survive.

Louie leave me, I know how to eat.

Why you laughing?

Um...

For the g*n.

- Oh, yeah?
- Mm.

Something tell me this more
than the reason why you here.

I mean, I'm...

I know you don't want
in on the coke business.

I just wanna know why.

I-I mean, you smart, plenty hard.

Hmm.

And I know you like that paper.

So if you ain't in the game,
there's gotta be a good reason.

About months ago,

some n*gg*s jacked this
Mexican diesel truck.

Full of cocaine.

Before that, we were somewhat
a'ight with the Mexicans.

And a lot of people got
tapped behind that situation.

And that's the first reason
I don't f*ck with no yeyo.

Rule number two, 'cause
there ain't no winners.

Them pigs, they ready
to put you in the clink.

- And... and they will.
- Mm-hmm.

Now rule number three,

you gotta sell to white folk.

Them places where you gonna stick out,

target on your back.

That's right.

There's gotta be a way I can do this

without ending up dead or in jail.

Only way you can make it safe

is selling right here, in your own hood.

Just like I do with my bud.

They can't afford no blow.

Take him to Knees'.

Who?

Better he hear it from somebody
who ain't related to him.

Go and wait out in the car.

Go on. I'll be out there in a minute.

What? I'm sayin'...

Appreciate you handling with me.

Mm-hmm.

You sure did change
your tune real quick.

What you got up your sleeve?

Nothin'. What you got up yours?

Mm. Mmm!

Look like he ain't the
only one with a hard head.

You know, if he put
his mind on something,

it's gonna be tough
to get him off, right?

Yeah.

I gotta go.

It's okay. Keep going.

Oh! Oh, sh*t.

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, my God. I've missed that.

I gotta check on Paul.

Oh.

Oh, sh*t.

Okay.

So... what's changed?

I mean, clearly, something's happened.

Trust me. You don't want the details.

I said no bullshit.

Okay, look,

I know I can be difficult, um,

controlling, myopic.

Holy sh*t, should I
be writing this down?

Okay, I'm admitting that you were right,

that maybe it's better
if I can put some distance

between myself and the op.

What kind of distance?

Look, I finish getting
everything set up,

I let Alejandro run point,

and then I oversee the
whole operation from here.

You think you can do that?

Yeah, I'm in charge. I
can do whatever I want.

I don't mean are you allowed to do it.

I mean...

can you, Teddy E. McDonald,

are you capable of doing that?

Yes.

Yes, if it means being here with you?

Yes.

I mean, come on, I'm dying here.

Be great if you were here.

You know, a week ago,
you seemed pretty intent

on being out front on this thing.

Just, I mean, look...

A lot's happened in the last week,

but, you know, this
is just the next step.

I need assurances, which means
no half-truths, no hiding.

- Yes, I promise. I promise.
- I call, you pick up.

And if you change your mind...

That's not... that's
not gonna happen, okay?

Listen, I hear you.

I'm not gonna spend the
next years of my life

hanging my heart and my son's heart

- on your whims.
- Okay, our son.

I'm giving you one more sh*t, Teddy.

Don't screw it up.

The ' s, we had clubs,

not gangs, like the crazy kids nowadays.

Back then, we had clubs

to protect the neighborhood
from the spook hunters.

Bunch of crazy-ass
crackers trying to k*ll us.

They won that fight, though.

By the end of the ' s,
whitey had flown away,

- and the hood was ours.
- Knees...

...we ain't here for no history lesson.

Young blood needs context.

Hand me them darts, man.

From ' to ' ,

there were no black gangs in L.A.

We were all too busy
protesting. We had purpose.

But when the FBI...

Infiltrated y'all, it
destroyed the movement.

My Pop's a Panther.

f*ck you, Knees!

I thought you got a divorce.

Activism doesn't pay.

And them Korean soaps
be selling like hotcakes.

Look, man, we ain't got all day, huh?

I need you to tell
little man the real deal.

Tell him how you lost a nut.

Yeah.

A coke deal went all wrong.

Mexicans had my homeboy on his knees

in front of my nutsack.

b*llet went straight through.

So you be careful what
you're playing with, boy.

Told you. They run
the whole cocaine flow.

One g*ng does.

I straightened out after I lost my nut.

All my dealings are on the level now.

What g*ng?

What does it matter?

You f*cking with that white girl?

That coke life?

One nut be about the best
scenario you can expect.

That's kilos, ounces, grams.

And what are the chances your boy, uh...

Hernan is actually just setting
us up to be robbed and k*lled?

Oh...

/ .

Perfecto.

Any word from Pedro?

No. He's probably on a bender.

Better keep an eye on him.

Well, I don't even wanna see him.

What do you do for fun?

This.

And what? Eat patas de mula like my dad?

Work out?

Jerk off?

Salud.

Now, uh...

Are you gonna tell me what happened...

between you and Hernan?

No.

Ohh.

Well, I figured I hadn't
seen the last of you.

You want one?

No, thank you.

- I wanna know where...
- I know what you want.

But even if I told
you where to find them,

they ain't gonna talk to your ass.

How much you want for an address?

You get three jewels
in this life, son...

What your mama tells you,

what these streets teach you,

and what the future
holds, which nobody knows.

It's the last one you got control over.

You gotta ask yourself one question.

"Who's gonna own my life
when it's all said and done?"

My uncle ain't here, man.
You don't have to lecture me.

You ain't grown enough to know
good advice when you hear it.

That gold nugget...

...that was free.

This here?

Cost you a G.

Not bad.

It's pure, Stomper.

For this kind of product,
you can charge a lot more.

We know you're expanding
territory, vato.

Can get you as much as you need.

We get our sh*t through other channels.

Well, see, they're ripping you off, ese.

We're not affiliated with any cartel.

And we deliver the product right to you.

No more TJ pickups or drop-offs.

Less risk.

You vouch for them like that, vato?

I trust 'em enough to bring 'em here.

Hey.

Does she come with the deal? Huh?

'Cause I like me a little Chicanita.

Hey, hey.

I'm Memo.

Little Chicanita.

Whoo-hoo!

What comes in here...

Ah, is mine.

Memo, shut the f*ck up.

Hey, but we look so good together, huh?

Lay the f*ck off her, pendejo.

He just looks mad, Stomper, huh?

He wants to fight me.

You're a wrestler, right?

Not anymore. I'm here to talk business.

When I'm done with you, ese,

- you're not gonna be able to talk.
- Whoo!

It looks like whether you
got any f*cking balls...

...is the business at hand.

- Huh?
- Yeah!

- Okay!
- Yeah!

Oso...

b*at his ass.

I'd rather die than get f*cked
by one of these marranos.

Hey, Mom.

Hey, Mama! Hey! What you got there?

Snacks for you and the fine
ladies of the Spades Club.

Ooh!

You got money.

- Got a job.
- Hey.

Working for the Volpes.

What, you're fluffin'?

Aw, damn, Mom, come on.

It's just a production.

For p*rn sh**t.

You spending nights there again?

No, I'm just coming home late.

Well, I guess it's a paycheck.

Think I could take the
car for a few hours?

Oh, now I see what's happening.

- I'll get the oil changed. Huh?
- Uh-huh.

- And a wash.
- Mm-hmm.

You know that car dirty.

Fine.

- Love you.
- Go.

Love you, love you. Best in the world.

Come back for dinner, okay?

I'll be there.

All right.

Oh!

Ohh!

Oso.

How much?

per key.

Then we need to talk protocol.

And then we celebrate.

Let's do it!

When will they be delivered?

By the end of the week.

Why so long?

It's a CIA-run weapons facility.
Why would there be delays?

Because people's egos
have to be entertained.

Ah. Whose egos?

I don't know, man. Don't worry.

Next time, I'll fly you, if you want.

You'd rather fly me across the country

than pick me up at LAX, wouldn't you?

Absolutely.

You have any luck finding
another buyer for the coke?

Not yet.

That's okay. We'll figure it out.

Hey, pull over up here.
I'm f*cking starving.

. .

You lost? Huh?

Who you looking for?

Who you looking for?

No one.

Oh, you must be looking for someone.

You stopped right here.

Nah, I think I'm on the wrong street.

Why you nervous?

- I'm just gonna head out.
- Hold up, man.

You got a name?

Franklin.

Godspeed, Franklin.

Yeah, yeah, you in the wrong
f*cking street, all right.

- You strapped? Huh?
- No, man.

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

I'm not here to start any trouble.

Bullshit!

Please, man!

Get the f*ck off me!

You're making a mistake,
man! I'm not f*cking...

I promise you, man!

You're making a mistake, man!

Take him up in the house.

That's my jaina's goddaughter,
vato. Get him upstairs now.

I don't want any trouble, man!

I'm just here to offer you
the product I'm selling, man!

I-I don't want any f*cking
trouble! Come on, man!

I'm telling you the truth, man.

- I can explain everything.
- Shut the f*ck up, man!

You're making a mistake, man!

I'm just here to sell my product, man!

I-I'm here to offer you my product!

Oso.

Oso, vente.

I can explain all of this, man.

Wait, what?

Man, who the f*ck are you?

What did he do?

He's a mayate in the
wrong f*cking neighborhood.

Maybe he came here to smoke us.

No, man.

He had this.

And I don't answer to you,
so get the f*ck outta here.

I know this vato. He's coming with me.

I don't give a f*ck...

You show your face here
again, you a dead man.

You got a car?

- Hmm?
- Huh?

You got a f*cking car?

Hey, you okay?

- What?
- You okay?

- What you doing here, Oso?
- Huh? You need to go, okay?

I remember you, too.

Hey, you need to go.

Órale.

Oh, wait. I'm Franklin.

I'm Franklin Saint.

Y-you ever need anything,
you come find me.

Okay, Franklin Saint.
Get the f*ck out of here.

Órale.

What?

You know her?

Yes.

Well, how?

She's one of the girls I k*lled.