01x07 - Cracking

[bunniefuu]

Call an ambulance!

You know her?

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

No...

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

You go to your father's
and look him in the eye.

You f*ck this up,
and I'm gonna k*ll you.

There's nothing I wouldn't do for you.

I'm only taking two.

Well, I've got four.

The Volpes already got enough coke,

and I ain't nickel-and-dimin'
in the Valley.

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

What about, like,

- Bel Air or some sh*t?
- Unh-unh.

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

Think I could take the
car for a few hours?

Aah!

Gonna offer you my product.

Get the f*ck out of here.

Órale!

Oh. Hello.

Thought you might've
taken off for Vegas.

Well, I was driving down nd,

some kids tossed a baseball.

Smashed your driver's side window.

You're kidding me.

I got it fixed. bucks at Big Earl's.

That's my Cho money.
So I took some more.

"How you doin', Franklin?"

"I'm fine, Mama. Thanks for asking."

Right, right.

- Thanks for fixing it.
- Yeah.

But call me next time, okay?

Didn't wanna interrupt the spades club.

- How'd it go?
- Me and Agatha was

breakin' fools left and right.

Whoo! Attagirl.

Good for you.

Mrs. Hamilton.

Hi, it's, Franklin.

Is Kev up?

...thank you.

What's up with it?

Talk to me about Oakland.

If we don't start trusting each other,

these deals are gonna take a long time.

Are you in a hurry?

órale.

Most of that...

... goes towards the
next shipment, okay?

So don't get too attached.

Hernan's cut.

You're trouble, sabías?

This is for you.

You saved our asses.

Gracias.

Are you gonna go give
it to him right now?

Sí. I'll pick up some
food on my way back.

Shh.

Sí.

Yeah.

Oso.

Oso.

Yeah...

It was a mess.

Logan ODing, the girl screaming.

Kristin ran for the phone,
was dialing - - .

What would you have done?

Let the cops find keys
and a dead CIA officer?

No, see, I would've told the truth

when the next CIA officer
asked me about it

instead of insisting that
he was paranoid and crazy.

I didn't know you. Couldn't risk
poisoning the well like that.

Yeah, no, I'm here. Go ahead.

No. That's... that's great for now.

Okay.

I'll be in touch. Bye.

They trace the number?

Yeah, the number's registered
to Kristin's apartment.

She mention a roommate
or boyfriend or...

No, but, boyfriend is unlikely.

Okay. Well, whoever's looking for her

is staying at her place.

We need to figure out who that is.

Jesus.

She looks like her.

- Want a beer?
- Sure.

That's the only intel

the agency could get us.

She's a graduate student?

She was. She dropped out.

You want to get that?

- She's working as a paralegal.
- Hello, I'm not in right now.

Best I can tell...

after maybe a week of not
hearing from her sister...

she decides to get in the car

and drive out here.

So we need to figure out
what else she knows.

She's a grad student. What can she do?

Exactly what she's been doing.

She can ask around,
she can make some noise.

She can go to the police.

So I, for one, will sleep
much better knowing

that she's not gotten any traction.

I imagine probably you will, too.

And there is, one more thing
I need to talk to you about.

Okay, what's that?

The bodies.

You didn't just dump 'em
in the canyon, did you?

No, I took them all out
of town, buried them.

Where?

I'm not sure exactly.

Right, you're not sure exactly

where you buried three dead girls?

It was somewhere off Highway
in the Antelope Valley.

I could take you out
there if you want to.

God, no. I don't... that's...

I just need to know that
they're not gonna be a problem.

Hey, look, I drove out as far as I could

and I dug until I couldn't
feel my arms, okay?

Now can I ask you a question?

If, by some chance, this...
the sister does have traction...

You mean, if, um,

she's found something that
would jeopardize the op?

Yeah.

Then we have to deter her.

Let's hope it hasn't come to that.

So how far is Oakland?

Man. It's not too bad.
Only, like, seven hours.

- Seven hours?
- Yeah, man.

You know that road trips take time, man.

It's an experience.

All right, all right.

Cho got himself a new butler?

You know where we going?

I thought you've been to Oakland before.

Once. Way back when, though.

Take a Ding-a-Ling. Ding Dongs, man.

Hey, you know, Leon ain't
never been outside of L.A.?

Man, whatever, homie.

I'm gambling my life around
with you in this bucket.

Hey, don't distract my hoo-ride.

Sure your cousin got it hooked up?

I told you, my cousin Devon

say he gonna make sure we straight.

We gonna be straight
when this piece of sh*t

blow up on the freeway?

Y'all worry too much.
Y'all gonna love Oakland.

So just relax, baby. Damn!

We here?

Look lively, n*gg*s.

- 'Bout time.
- Man, what the f*ck?

I told you he ride.

So we're just gonna walk two
keys into a damn biker rally?

Man, we can't even see to get in there.

Should've came strapped.

What part of family do
y'all not understand?

We all good.

I gotta piss, so come on.

Hey, for real, homie, where the door at?

Hey, the record's f*cking skippin'.

Nicky! Go!

- f*ck that sh*t, man. f*ck that.
- What's that music?

Hey, who the f*ck let y'all in?

Whoa, whoa, hold on, man. Hey...

I'm Devon's cousin.
Little Kev from L.A.?

Devon said if we came up here,

everything would be good and...

- Get out the way, man.
- All right... All right, cool.

A'ight, so you just gonna
let him know we here then?

Family? That's your mama's
side or your dad's?

Mama's, but I ain't never
really met him like that.

Go ahead, girl! Whoo!

Whoo!

Y'all seen Devon?.

Hey, Kev.

He gonna be here, man.

- The f*ck you still so skinny?
- I'm gonna punch you.

You better punch me.

- What's up, cuz?
- What's up with it?

- Hey, man.
- Yeah, yeah, what...

This place look great, man.

sh*t, this the m*therf*cking hub here.

- Hey, these my peeps.
- What's up, man?

- What up, homie?
- How's it going?

What up?

You're Two Keys, right?

Franklin. Little Joe here?

No, but you're on the radar.

Kick your feet up for a minute.
The bar over there.

- How long you gonna be?
- Man, we just got here.

Let's do the deal, get the money,

and get the f*ck outta here.

You refusing my
m*therf*cking hospitality?

Hey, I'm cool to party while we wait.

They'll like him. He like to party.

But you refusing my
m*therf*cking hospitality.

Hey, look, he don't know no better.

Look,

whether Little Joe rolls up in a minute

or a m*therf*cking hour, I can't say.

But he'll be here. A'ight?

All right.

A'ight?

sh*t, man, let's have some
fun around this bitch.

Hey, can I get in on that game?

Hell, yeah. I told you,
man, you home, man.

Watch that n*gga.

We home, man.

Hey, look, so what you gonna do?

- You gonna chill?
- Do your thing, man.

- I'm-a hang back.
- All right.

You're supposed to be selling.

Come on, man.
I just need a little come up

for the tricks, man.

All right, go find some place.
Last thing I need

is these m*therf*ckers knowing
I got this sh*t, all right?

Gettin' into our samples, man.

I'm about to get in some coochie.

I'll let you know if she got a friend.

Yeah, yeah.

I love this song!

Hey, hold still now
before I f*ck this up.

Yeah!

Y'all know if Devon in there?

Maybe. Whiteboy Bobby
hotboxing the sh*t out...

Hey, he brought acid, too.

Hey, hey, hey.

How's she lookin'?

Come on. See for yourself.

Look at that, man.

- Wow.
- Yeah.

I know.

I always wanted to be an artist.

But life derailed my dreams, man.

Hey, you want a tat?

- Nah. I'm good.
- You sure?

Hey, man. I'm good.
I did a dime in San Quentin.

I'm the best.

What's up with this backpack, cutie?

You got class?

...I got to do somethin'.

Yeah, yeah....

You broke it, man.

Hey, what the f*ck is up in there?

Any word from Little Joe?

- Little Joe?
- Put the music back on, man!

Somebody's got blow? Is it him?

He ain't got nothing that concerns you.

Hey, the f*ck he don't.
Why he holding out?

Came here to do a deal, man.

Man, watch your m*therf*cking
tone when you're around me, man.

Hey!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Her p*ssy turned into a
f*cking mouth on me, man.

Her cooze was a mouth!

It's still just my p*ssy, Bobby. Chill.

Hey, hey, hey...

Hey, man, where you going?
Put that thing away, man!

Bobby!

Yo, that's why I never
licked no p*ssy right there.

We sold the rest of the first shipment.

I see that.

The powder wasn't moving quick enough,

and Alejandro was gonna cut
us off if we couldn't pay.

So you just made a deal behind my back?

Yeah, with Gustavo's people.
He wanted to keep things simple.

Since when do we care
what Gustavo wants?

Since he found a way
to move the product.

So where's my cut?

Or does he get that, too?

I made him a partner.

It was the only way
he was gonna help us.

Okay.

- Okay?
- Sure.

You made the deal,
you can pay him out of your end.

Pedro, that's f*cked up.

More f*cked up than you giving Gustavo

a third of this business
without consulting me?

I didn't have a choice.

- You would've done the same thing.
- No, I wouldn't have.

What's going on with you?

You're the hardest bitch I know,

and now you're just
giving away our business?

Come on.

Pedro.

Pedro, we need him.

Bullshit, you like him.

- I'm just trying to keep this alive.
- You f*cking him?

- Excuse me?
- You heard me.

Tell me you're not,
that it's just business.

Then I'll know I can trust you.

I'm not f*cking him.

Bueno.

Come on.

No f*cking way.

Sure, that's going to St.
Augustine by this afternoon.

I'm gonna need you to
understand what it is to...

have your dignity,

your self-respect,
and make sure that other people

respect you, too.

Chest out.

Head up.

Shoulders high.

My son.

My son.

Who are you?

My bad. Sorry. I ain't know
anybody else was in here.

I can go. Hold on.

Are you... okay?

Yeah.

Um...

Do you have any idea if this used to be

a Black Panther office?

I think it was.

I think I came here when I
was a kid to see my dad.

Well, back when he was doing his thing.

We're all just doing our thing.

Yeah, I guess.

So what you doin' up in here?

I mean, you too fine
to be hanging out...

Come on.

Ta-da.

Wh-What's that?

It's my new favorite.

Let me see.

- I-I won't...
- Ooh.

I-I won't touch it.

- Just... hold it out.
- Ooh.

Okay, but be careful.
This is the last of it.

I ain't never seen that before.

Where you get it from?

You're a star.

You know where to get more?

The star... is a door.

This room...

is a door life.

Is... is life, is all doors.

They're just... you know,
they're just... just opening.

- Yeah.
- Opening...

You on your way to space, for sure.

Opening.

I wanna see what it is.
Go get some more?

I'll buy it.

I like you, Star.

I like you, too.

Well, you're not about to
walk around here barefoot?

Why not? It feels... it feels good.

Well, you're gonna mess
those pretty feet up.

You think they're pretty?

You know you got beautiful feet.

Thank you, Star.

... get that quarter piece, man.

Smoke this right now, brother.

Hey, don't even think about
f*ring that sh*t up here.

Move your ass along.

All right. All right, all right.

- What you need, man?
- What's up?

Hey, there, girly girl.

Back already with them pretty-ass toes?

You got $ ?

$ ? Yeah.

...$ .

Okay, come on. Let's go.

- Actually, I can't right now.
- No...

Why don't you go back
to the special place

and maybe I'll see you later?

Okay.

Bye, Franklin.

You probably right, yeah.
She fine, but she crazy.

How long's that gonna last her?

I don't know. She'll
probably be back tonight.

And it's coke?

Rocked up, yeah.

- Why is it so cheap?
- I ain't no cook, n*gga.

I just move the sh*t.

I'll buy everything you got.

If you show me who cooked it.

Crossin' a line now, blood.

I ain't got no piece, man.

Country m*therf*cker.
What the f*ck are you doing?

No tricks, no games, man.

I just wanna know how y'all
make what y'all making.

Nice shoes.

You wanna meet the Wizard?

Hell, yeah.

All right, hold down the spot.

Wait. You seriously
gonna take him to Swim?

This n*gga got two keys of
coke on him. Hell, yeah.

Let's go, Dorothy.

Watch your sh*t. That's mud right there.

- Good looking out.
- Yeah, yeah.

Go ahead.

Come on, man.

Where the f*cking E key?

Hey, man. He cool.

He from L.A.

Why you didn't say that at first, man?

He from L.A.?

So who are you, Michael Jackson?

No, this n*gga too dark
to be Michael Jackson.

He more like Sidney Poitier.

No.

I don't know why this
Bobby Womack-ass n*gga

brought you here to my place of business

when he should have had
his ass out there working.

Look, Swim. This n*gga
right here cleaned me out

just so he can meet you.

And you see what he packin'.

n*gga, you stupid right now.

It's my fault. I asked.

I just wanna know how y'all
make what y'all makin'.

Go on.

Go knock that sh*t off,

and don't come back
till you're done, boy.

What's your name?

Franklin.

They call me Swim, 'cause I'm
either swimming in some money

or swimming in some p*ssy.

sh*t don't make no sense, man.

I agree.

Either you make it make sense to me,

or I just gotta simplify.

And you know what I mean, right?

I can't tell you if my luck's
been running good or bad, man.

But y'all doing something here
and I'm trying to get in on.

Now, I might be taking a leap of faith.

sh*t, I might be dumb as f*ck.

But this sh*t, this sh*t,

it feels like it's worth takin'.

'Cause I got things I gotta do.

Things I want.

You understand what I'm sayin'?

If you're the man cookin' this up,

it means you an artist.

In my experience, artists create,

and they want the whole
world to experience it.

You an artist, Swim?

Maybe.

So teach me. Show me how
to create the way you do.

I'll take it back to L.A.
and I'll spread the word.

Angelico.

We're gonna cook up one
more batch tonight.

Keep up now. We gonna go fast, you dig?

So these Peruvians, right,
when they make they cocaine,

they got this paste.

This cocaine paste at the
bottom of their barrel.

They call it "bah-say." Nasty sh*t.

But you take this "bah-say,"
you roll it into a cigarette,

that sh*t gets you f*cked up, Jack.

I had some of my boys who flew
down to Peru for a weekend.

They chasing p*ssy and whatnot,
getting some sunshine.

They smoke this bah-say
with some b*tches

and they love it. b*tches love it, too.

And they keep hearin' it.

Bah-say, bah-say, bah-say, bah-say.

It keeps going in their head.

Bah-say, bahss, bahss,
bahss, bahss, bahss.

Base.

Come back to the Bay Area

thinkin' that bah-say was
more than what it was.

Pull out their chemistry sets,
try to figure out a way

to free the base from the cocaine.

They didn't even know what
the f*ck they was doing,

but next thing you know,
they unlocked some whole new sh*t.

And like many other
inventions in America,

it was just a big, beautiful mistake.

Now cr*ck is the same thing,
but it's cheaper, simpler,

and safer to make.

We don't f*ck with no ether
no more, do we, Angel?

Nah, ether do what ether wanna do.

Those the only ingredients?

It's like bacon and eggs,
Bert and Ernie.

Sometime it only take two things
that complement each other

to make something great.
Peas and carrots.

Peas and f*cking carrots.

Now here's the tricky part.

Yeah. You see that?

See those rocks? They're
starting to swim like tadpoles.

Can I get high from
breathing these fumes in?

You get a contact,
but you won't get high.

You wanna hit this sh*t when we done?

Nah, I don't use.

You should consider it, my n*gga.

That sh*t open up dark
places in your brain,

these places ain't never been touched.

Deep, dark places.

Light you up like you never been lit.

Now here we go. Like the Earth,

she cools down until she hardens.

Thus creation is born.

You get $ for this rock, man.

He tweakin'.

We can make some more?

sh*t. How much more?

All of it.

And you're sure about that?

Was anyone there to pick her up?

And is this your first report about it?

All right.

So what time was that?

Okay.

Hi.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Hi, hi.

Can I just talk to you for just
one sec? I just need one sec.

It's about a missing person. Please.

I just need to talk to you.
I'm trying...

I'm trying to find my friend.
She's a missing person.

Her name is Jess Avon. Please, I know...

I can see that you are busy here...

Sir, can you please keep
calm and lower your voice?

- We'll get to you when we can.
- Unbelievable.

Excuse me.

Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you.

But did... did you say that your
friend's name was Jess Avon?

Yeah.

Why? You know her?

No, um, I know of her.

Can we talk for a minute?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sure.

Okay.

I'm Victoria, by the way.

Reed Thompson.

Hi. Um...

Bueno.

Ay!

Someday soon it's gonna be foot
soldiers doing all the runs

instead of rancheros.

Even though seem to think
nothing's changing.

Too much up for grabs.

These bastards are changing
the tempo of the whole thing

and from prison.

sh*t. They're gonna
redraw the whole map.

That's what they're gonna do.

Being boss? Always looking ahead.

Yeah? What can you see?

What's up with you?

Nothing.

Listen, the other night
at the party, um,

that's a nice thing you said.

Sorry I got on your case, you know.

I was, um... you know.

Papa?

I've gotta tell you something.

- What time is it?
- What's up, man?

Saint.

Little Joe ever show up?

Did he ever. f*ck is wrong with you?

Devon was mad as hell, man.
You almost got me k*lled.

sh*t would've been better, though.

I'm never drinking again.

My bad, man. Sorry I left.

Just had to leave, man.
Get my mind right.

- All night?
- Got caught up.

Come on, man. Open the door. sh*t.

- Shotgun.
- Man, shotgun.

Hey, we hit -Eleven
before we hit the highway?

Yeah. Sure, baby. You know.

Soon as Franklin tell
us why he blew the deal

we drove all the way
the f*ck out here for.

And why he got me kicked
out my own cousin's spot.

And where the hell he been all night.

Then we can go to -Eleven, Leon.

- What the hell?
- The f*ck is that?

Our future.

Man...

n*gga, you crazy, man.

- "Our future."
- Fool trippin'.

f*ck you talking about?

I don't wanna hear all that.
We going home.

- "The future."
- What future?