02x06 - The Offer

[bunniefuu]

Get them all out of here now!

Cops were clearing
an empty lot in an effort

to make our city pretty
in time for the Olympics.

Alton didn't want to leave.

Well, I give you the money,

you just gon' go give it
to my moms?

- No, no, it ain't like that.
- Been like that

since I was old enough to know
what the word "deadbeat" meant.

You want some good news?

I moved that key.

Valley is thirsty, amigo.

Sounds like you knew
Alejandro pretty well.

- He's my husband.
- [helicopter blades thumping]

Been circling for weeks.

Only a matter of time
before they find us.

One was a drug dealer
and the other was a woman,

- and he k*ller her...
- So you k*lled him.

I had no choice.

Handguns, as*ault r*fles,
submachines.

I only care that
you can deliver them

- somewhere outside the country.
- Have a place in mind?

I hear that Panama is nice
this time of year.

[both grunting]

[screams]

- [panting]
- The way she held that g*n,

the way she stood...
She's a f*cking cop.

Or DEA, but definitely the law.

If she's a cop,
what does that make Pedro?

[indistinct announcer on radio]

[typewriter keys clacking]

[announcer continues,
crowd cheers]

The longer I'm here,
the more questions

I have to answer
when I get back.

We're pulling you, Lorena.

[scoffs]

Why would you do that?

- You k*lled someone.
- In self-defense.

Helped them dispose
of the bodies...

I didn't do sh*t but patch up
that f*cking bitch.

Should have arrested them
right then and there.

So that's what we're
gonna do now...

Arrest the Villanuevas.

Whoever we get after that
we get.

You take Lucia
off the board now,

all of her contacts
get spooked and scatter,

- including the suppliers.
- We still take a bite

- out of La Fuerza.
- La Fuerza's whack-a-mole.

The real prize here
is the pilot and his partner.

Tony... [scoffs]

We get them, and we've got
a sh*t at the cartel.

The f*cking Colombians.

Cover of "The Times,"
your ugly face

and tons of cocaine.

You know this isn't
just my decision, right?

You'll have to say
I wouldn't listen,

that I refused to come in,
which I'm about to do anyway,

so won't be that big
of a stretch.

- How much time do you need?
- hours.

Just enough to get
these assholes in handcuffs.

Then we take the Villanuevas,
and after that I don't care

how the dominoes fall.

Please.

Tony.

[tense music]

Two days?

[mellow pop music]

♪ ♪

This is delicious.

Wow.

From Graves, bottled in .

Even in w*r,
someone is making wine.

I'd like to imagine
buxomy French women

squishing grapes
between their toes.

[song continues over speakers]

There will be a service fee
of per shipment.

Well, it was smart of you
to pour the wine

before you dropped
that number on us.

Well, this is in Mexico City,
where the wind blows

a different direction every day.

Noriega has changed everything.

You are buying
the backing and security

of the Panamanian government
from top to tail.

Switzerland without the snow.

Yeah, I appreciate
what you're offering us,

that's why we're here.

Now... [clears throat]

If I could guarantee
that this was going to be

an ongoing relationship,
what would you do

to earn my business?

I suppose we could cut
the price enough

to make you smile... say %?

- % would make me smile more.
- [laughs]

I cannot make you smile
that much.

You provide assurances
with security

- and handling of privacy, yeah?
- Total.

If anything happens
to any of your shipments

from port to plane,
we will make you whole again.

Whatever it takes.

We're not just
silk-glove handling.

We're a peace-of-mind guarantee.

- I'm feeling better already.
- % drop

on all subsequent shipments.

.

♪ ♪

So nice dealing
with consummate professionals

for a change.

Indeed.

Corner boy's pulling in
k a week over there

- at Tommy's Burger.
- That's good.

Got me thinkin'...

maybe we should start using
local businesses

in the neighborhood, you know?

Like that check-cash place
on nd.

People can come in
with they paychecks and leave

with that hard rock.

Why you always trying
to make the sh*t more visible?

What you mean more visible, man?

This is less pressure
on the hand-to-hand, off us.

We ain't gotta be driving around

doing re-ups all day.

Those places will all want a cut

for taking on the risk.

Lot more than I'm willing
to pay out.

[chattering on television]

Think of something else, man,
huh?

That's flashy.

Yeah, all right.

Ey, can I get a Push-Up Pop?

- We closed, mama.
- Oh, then a Choco Taco

or a drumstick
with the nuts on top?

- Sorry, we're not open.
- No?

Not even for some of that rock
you got in there?

- Excuse me?
- Gotta give it to you,

sh*t's pretty smart.

I mean, who's gonna pull over
a ice cream truck?

And I bet it's easier

than slinging on foot, too, huh?

Not sure what you're
talking about, miss,

- but have a nice day, okay?
- I'ma need you

to come out here
and talk to me first, Franklin.

[music playing on radio]

It's about your father.

[music playing on radio]

- Who are you?
- Nia Jones.

What you want with Alton?

The cops are pressing charges
even though they're the ones

who b*at the sh*t out of him.

Can't help you.

Well, I checked
your mom's place.

Should be checking
under overpasses.

You know, for somebody
passed out in the gutter.

No, he's been staying sober,
sticking to his program.

Ain't missed a meeting
till today.

- 'Till today, huh?
- Uh-huh.

You just said it.

sh*t always ends the same
with him.

Maybe this time
will be different.

- You're wasting your time.
- Look,

if he's gotta fight this,
I need these forms signed

and in by tomorrow.

He doesn't, they'll throw
his ass in jail,

and a black man with a record,
that's where he'll stay.

Again, Miss Mia Jones...

sh*t always ends
the same with him.

He needs a lawyer.
Go ahead and get him one.

- He's your father.
- You get him a lawyer,

Mr. Ice Cream Man.

[laughs]

I'm gonna keep looking for him.

You hear anything,
you know where to find me.

Have yourself a great day.

[tense music]

[radio chatter]

After Gabriella comes.

Until then, everything
has to seem normal.

Seem normal?

What is normal?

[somber music]

I remember when my Dad
found this place.

It felt huge.

He was so excited.

We all were.

♪ ♪

I sure f*cked this up.

♪ ♪

You were right, Oso.

I should have never
let Pedro back in.

We can always run.

Yeah, right now.

- We'll look guilty.
- Start over again,

- you and me.
- Spend the rest of our lives

looking over our shoulders.

I can't live my life that way.
[door opens]

Seem normal.

- [under breath] m*therf*cker.
- [softly] Normal.

Hey, I thought we agreed
to meet later.

We didn't know when
the shipment was coming in.

Wanted to be here to help.

Sorry,
we should have called you.

The white boys cancelled it.

No, and Gabby's gonna be here
any minute.

It might be better
if you two aren't here.

- We'll stay if you need us.
- No.

If they want us to go,
we should go.

You'll call us
if you need us, yes?

Thanks for checking in.

♪ ♪

- Hey...
- Number four, please.

Hey, uh, you two go on
without me.

Gotta see a man about a horse.

Thought you were
coming out with us.

Just leave a note
with the concierge,

- I'll meet up with you.
- Panama City

is a very dangerous place
to wander around alone.

Don't worry,
Matt will protect you.

[elevator rumbles softly]

[indistinct chatter]

[music playing over speakers]

[man singing in Spanish]

♪ ♪

Elena.

Sorry I'm late.

[music playing over speakers]

What's my budget?

.

New munitions, new suppliers,

new routes, less money?

Look, we are as committed
as ever to winning this w*r.

This support...
is not going anywhere.

You keep telling me
what you need,

I'm gonna keep getting it
for you.

The doctors in Jinotega

wanted to amputate it.

My leg, too.

Glad we got you to Dallas.

[pen clicks]

[papers rustle]

Okay. [Clears throat] So, yeah,

that first shipment
should start arriving...

in the next couple weeks.

Our Panamanian friends
will take it to the airstrip

in Camarones, and then
my pilot will pick it up

and whisk it in to you.

This new pilot...

he knows how to fly low
and heavy?

Yeah, he's flown dozens
of combat missions.

So did Alejandro.

I never got a chance
to tell you, uh...

properly how sorry I was
about what happened.

He was a good man...

and he was a good soldier.

I only hope that I can live up
to his memory.

Keeping your promises
would be a good place to start.

[engine rumbling]

[speaking Spanish]

What are they all doing here?

Considering your accusation,
I thought they should be here.

Avoid any confusion.

[speaking Spanish]
shipment.

Pretty simple, no?

See, that's exactly what I mean,

'cause they say different.

Stomper, Memo, and Stranger
left our place last night

with the money
on their way here to pay you.

They never came back.

Maybe they went
to Vegas instead.

Look, all I know is
that we held up our end...

Provided the product,
and it sold.

Now we want our money.

I don't think
they believe you, Niña.

I really don't care
what they believe.

- f*cking lying puta.
- Hey, stop.

Everybody f*cking stop.

Get the f*ck out!

Everybody outside
but me and her!

Go!

[tense music]

Cabrón, get the f*ck out.

♪ ♪

Come on.

Ay...

You said you could keep them
in line.

That they'd play ball.

This is f*cking bullshit,
Gabriella.

You know, I didn't grow up
in this life.

My father worked on cars.

My mother at home
watched me and my brothers.

I could have gone that way.

Married a normal man,
been at home with my babies.

Blow my f*cking brains out, huh?

When I met Ybarra, I knew.
That was it.

And when he went away...

I wasn't scared.

'Cause that's what I wanted...

To be the boss.

That's what you want, too.

You wanna give orders.
You don't wanna take 'em, huh?

I know.

I respect that. I get you.

When I think about
the daughter I lost,

what kind of woman
she would have been,

I think about you.

Only, I just...

I picture someone
a little bit...

f*cking smarter, huh?
[Yelps]

Oh, yeah.

Gotta be pellets,
a wound that big, huh?

f*cking hurts, I know.
Whole shoulder on fire, right?

You gonna tell me the truth
or keep feeding me sh*t, puta?

- They f*cking came at us.
- We didn't have a choice.

Yeah?
Well, it don't matter.

I don't make the rules.
We all gotta play by them.

I'm sorry.

- I'll pay you.
- Yeah?

$ / million tomorrow.

I'll need /
for each sh*t-caller

and another for me.

That's . , niña,
to buy your life.

- You got that lying around?
- You k*ll me,

- and the connect goes away.
- That's okay,

I'll get another.

What if I can offer you
something worth more than . ?

The recipe.

You cook the cr*ck yourself.

You think
you're making money now?

You could have .
coming in a month.

Let's say I was interested.

♪ ♪

The Monarcas want your head.

I just need a few days.

I won't be able
to hold them off for long.

♪ ♪

You f*ck around with me,

it's not just gonna be
the end of you.

It's gonna be the end
of every Villanueva

from here to Sinaloa,

the entire bloodline wiped out.

Feel better.

[dark music]

[woman calling out orders indistinctly]

- Number .
- Number , you're up.

[women chattering]

All right, I'm here.

So important it couldn't wait?

We'll give you the vato
who k*lled your friends.

Where to find him,
how to k*ll him

so nobody knows it was you.

No blowback, no w*r.

Just revenge.

I can also pay you
$ / million in cash.

[laughs]

I'm afraid to even ask
what you want in return.

The recipe.

- This is real, Franklin.
- Answer's no.

You didn't even think about it.

I don't need to think about it.

I told you.

I'm willing to make
as much rock as you want...

but I ain't giving up
the process.

- Thought you wanted revenge.
- Not at that price.

Have a good night.

Be safe out here.

Hey.

This isn't greed.

We are in trouble, amigo.

Need your help to get out of it.

When you needed ours
we were there...

Saved your life.

Maybe it's time to repay us.

I'm grateful to you for that.

Won't never forget it.

But this is the one thing
I can't do for you, Oso.

I'm sorry.

Really.

Good luck.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Let's see what he can do.

[rock music playing over speakers]

[moans]

♪ ♪

[indistinct]

♪ ♪

[woman moaning]

♪ ♪

[moans]

♪ ♪

What's that?

Housekeeping?

[muffled music continues]

♪ ♪

[whispering]
Did you say our names?

- Uh, no.
- Did you mention the CIA

- in any way?
- What?

- Did you mention the CIA?
- No.

Look, they were in the room
when we got there.

- It would be very rude...
- It's fine, it's fine.

It's my fault.
I should have warned you.

- What?
- [whispers] Yeah, this is

a big account for Loba.
This is his way of ensuring

that we're never gonna take
our business anywhere else.

- Whoa, whoa...
- What, they bugged the room?

[sighs]
Also, I noticed

that the blinds are open,
so I hope you smiled

for the camera.

[woman moaning]

- sh*t.
- You're still not grasping

- who these people are, are you?
- [scoffs]

Look, nobody here's
your friend, nobody here's

ever doing anything nice
for you just because.

That's not how it works.

So, what, is this bad?

- It's probably fine.
- Yeah.

Unless you're planning
on running for President

in the future.

Okay, look, um...

uh, you might as well
finish up at this point.

Please be careful what you say.

[upbeat guitar music]

[song continues over speakers]

♪ ♪

Hey.

Was it everything
you dreamed it would be?

It was...

until I started thinking
about the guy

on the other end
of the telephoto.

Yeah. I bet that probably
works better than thinking

- about baseball, doesn't it?
- I'm sorry.

I should have seen it coming.

Should have known better.

Thanks, can we do, um...

two tequilas?

Dos tequilas?

Expensive?

Thank you.

Your Spanish is really coming along.

Gracias.

- Do you ever think...
- [clears throat]

In a million years,
that we would be...

in Panama City together?

You incubating a nasty case
of Chlamydia...

- [chuckles]
- While I broker

illegal international arms deals.

No, but I'm having a good time.

[chuckles]

Feel like I'm back in the fight.

♪ ♪

You know, probably
you could get back

in the game officially...

if you wanted to.

I could probably even
get you recruited

at this point.

No chance.

Right. I forgot,

you got the whole...

skydiving racket to get back to.

- It's not a racket, Teddy.
- Tell Dad about it yet?

- Why?
- I was just curious how...

he took the news that you had
completely given up

on a life of service.

How do you think he took it?

You know what he said to me
when I told him

I was recruited by the CIA?

He said,
"Oh, you mean those pussies

who sneak around alleys
and s*ab you in the back?"

I think you're too hard on him.

And I know he was tough
when we were kids, but...

at least he stuck around.

Yeah, I wish he hadn't.

The f*ck?

- Take it back.
- Oh, f*ck you, take it back.

- Take it back.
- All I'm saying

is if that assh*le had left,
maybe Mom would have stayed.

- f*ckin' bullshit.
- No, it's not.

- You romanticize her.
- No, I don't romanticize her.

I don't blame her.
It's different.

- Maybe you should.
- I left as soon

- as I could, too.
- You didn't have

- two small boys at home.
- I got one small boy

at home right now...
I'm not there, am I?

- It's different.
- How is that different?

You're in Paul's life.

You know where he is
and how he is.

She just walked out on us.

Didn't even leave a note.

That's unforgivable,

and you know that.

[mellow background music continues]

♪ ♪

To Mom and Dad.

f*ck 'em both.

f*ck them both.

♪ ♪

Damn bills and sh*t...

[television chattering]

Damn, I'm gonna have to put
a bell on you, Peanut.

- Franklin around?
- Nah, but you wanna leave

some cash for him, I'll take it.

You don't trust us or something?

- No, of course I do.
- So, what, you ain't got it?

It's nothing, I'll just...

Just hang out,
just wait for Franklin.

[television chattering]

[laughs]
Oh, sh*t.

- You got jacked, huh?
- No, I... I didn't get jacked.

- Yeah, you did.
- No, it's just...

It's just, like, tied up right now,

so I don't want
to trouble you guys...

Spit it out, Peanut.

- My dad took it.
- [snorts]

Yo daddy, who you live with,
took your cocaine?

Well, then take it back, boy.

f*ck wrong with you?

Hold... wait, hold on.

That's that, uh,
house that Franklin

used to stay at, right?

Y'all make
your little nasty movies.

[laughs]

I'm gonna help you out.

We gon' get that.
[Stammering]

Hell yeah, I'm with that sh*t.

Mm-mm, you think
I'm letting you up there

with a bunch of white
naked b*tches?

Man, this about business.

You're not going
to no titty house, Leon.

Peaches, wanna go
to the titty house?

[laughs]
Ey, Jerome,

- you need my help, right?
- I don't need

- a g*dd*mn thing from you.
- What now?

- Rob got jacked by his daddy.
- [laughing]

What? How?

- What, y'all going up there?
- Hell, yeah.

- How much we talking?
- Like, two keys.

[sighs]
f*ck...

Hold up.

He knows me.

Pops know I'm the one fronting the sh*t?

[peppy percussion music]

Who driving?

- Leon, you coming?
- No.

[laughing]

Uh-uh!

[saucy instrumental music]

♪ ♪

'Sup with the spot?

Things have been
a little rough since Mom left.

What?

- When that happen?
- I don't know...

- Couple months ago.
- Ey, where yo pops at?

- Back this way.
- They're sh**ting.

[peppy music playing over speakers]

[muffled music continues]

Ha. How y'all doin'?

Hey, cut it out.

Man, you should go get your dad.

Let's wait 'till they cut.

- That's it.
- Hold that eye contact.

Hey!
[Laughing]

He's really not
gonna like this, man.

- It's all good.
- Nice.

Your pops always treated me
like family...

- Move to your left.
- It'll be all right.

That's so great. That's good.

And cut.
That's great.

Jesus Christ, Rob,
what the f*ck?

Hey, where the b*tches at?

There supposed to be titties!

Where the f*cking titties and the b*tches?

- It's a gay one.
- A gay one.

- [sighs]
- Mr. Volpe.

- Sorry to interrupt.
- Oh, Franklin.

It's great to see you, really,

but this isn't, uh,
the best of times.

I think that Rob might have
explained that to you

before you came
all the way out here.

- We need to talk, Dad.
- No.

No, we don't need to talk.

I'm burning daylight.

I need to sh**t,
is what I need to do,

and you need
to get these f*cking people

- out of here.
- With all due respect, sir,

from what I hear,
you may be financing this

with something
that don't belong to you.

Ungrateful little sh*t.

The f*ck you been telling them?

- Huh?
- Hey...

[men grunting]

Don't f*cking touch me.

Hey, everybody get the f*ck out!

Now!

Don't do that, m*therf*cker.
[door opens, closes]

[men chattering]
Uh, we're all right.

We're all right.

Well, you guys
just completely f*cked up

my entire sh**t. That's great.

I hope you're all really happy.

[door closes]

Franklin tell you
about all the time he spent

living here with us?

How we brought him into our home?

- How we looked after him?
- You know I appreciate

everything you and Mrs. Volpe
did for me.

Yeah, and I can really feel
the love right now, man.

You got any idea
how much food alone costs?

Huh?
I mean you were a Shop-Vac.

You weren't as bad
as Rob, though.

Guess how much it cost
to raise Rob.

I got clothes, I got dental,

I... I got toys, I got trips.

You got any idea?

grand.

- That's f*cked up.
- You give everything you can

to your children,
and what do you get back?

Not a g*dd*mn thing in return.

Hey, Jim...

everything you're saying
right now is irrelevant.

You know Avi
was my connect, right?

I mean, if it wasn't for me,
you wouldn't even be in

this g*dd*mn business.

What I'm looking for
is a little f*cking,

you know, gratitude.

Where is it?

Huh?

Where's my coke?

It's gone.

So, if I'm gonna
be honest with you,

what I'm looking for is a little bit

- of my generosity to be repaid.
- Yeah, well, I wish I knew

your generosity
had strings attached.

[clears throat]

But I can see how hard
of a state you in.

I'm sorry about that.

How's a %
family discount sound?

[laughs quietly]

Man, my company
is circling the drain.

I can't pay you half...
I can't pay you anything.

What?

- You didn't tell me that.
- Why the f*ck

would I tell you that? What,
are you gonna bail me out?

Huh?
All you ever done is take.

That's all you've ever done,
take, take...

Hey, hey! You stop
squirming, m*therf*cker.

Now look, you done took from us,

you done stole
from your g*dd*mn kid.

Ey, come here, Opie. Come here.

Get your ass over here.

- Slap yo daddy.
- Oh...

Slap yo m*therf*cking daddy.

m*therf*cker gon' steal from you,

make you pay him back for raising you?

Smack yo g*dd*mn daddy.

Go on, man, smack him!

Oh, come on, man,
you can do better than that.

Smack yo g*dd*mn daddy!

- [grunts]
- Yeah!

Let me show you how
to smack this m*therf*cker.

You gon' give back
everything you took.

That's how you smack.
You gon' give back

- every f*cking thing you took!
- Don't hurt him, come on!

Come on!
[blow thuds]

[indistinct shouting]

- It's on me!
- Want more?

- It's on me, I'll own it!
- Why you even care

about this deadbeat?

Because he's my dad, okay?

I'm sorry.

I'll take care of it.

Hey, we still gon'
take something, right?

Nah.

Rob's good for it.

Let's go.

[exhales sharply]

[door thuds closed]

- Hey, Lorena, you copy?
- Yeah, I'm here.

Walker and Dobbs
are about to tap in, you good?

- Need anything?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Go ahead, over.
- Copy. Over and out.

- Still nothing?
- [sighs]

I'd be a lot less calm
if there were.

Still no word from Lucia?

- You need to relax.
- [laughs]

- This is a mistake.
- They'll come back eventually.

I'm not talking
about the suppliers.

I mean not arresting Lucia
when you had the chance.

- She's not going anywhere.
- How do you know that?

She could be crossing
the border right now.

She can't run.

Not until she makes sh*t right
with La Fuerza.

Gets that green light
off her head.

And even if she did,
we'd find her.

I just don't understand this.

You have her for trafficking,
distribution,

for f*cking m*rder...
What else do you want?

What are we doing here waiting
for these f*cking guerros?

I told you
when you first came to us

that if you did what we asked
we'd get you what you wanted,

and we will.

She's gonna suffer in prison
for a long, long time.

But right now, I need you
to shut the f*ck up...

and get on my page.

[indistinct announcer over speakers]

[door bell rings]
Hey.

Hey, Franklin!

Mike Cho, meet Nia Jones.

- Pleased to meet you.
- Pleased to meet you.

Place is filthy, Cho, come on,

- Broom's right there.
- [laughing]

Franklin tell you
he used to work here?

- No!
- From what I hear,

you keeping the job
in the family.

She got paperwork for you.

How'd you know to come here?

Your son has some pull
in the neighborhood.

Yeah, sh*t's time sensitive,
so I should get to it.

Cho.
[laughing]

When the hell you get
a hot dog machine?

Like it?

- You make money off this?
- Yes, we do.

[both men laughing]

What's goin' on?

[conversation continue indistinctly]

I'll reach out
when I hear back from them.

Thank you again.

For everything.

I'm proud of you.

You're doing real good.
I hope you know that.

Don't leave Moms out to dry.

[door bell rings]

[sighs]

- Want one?
- Nah.

Don't know why
you changed your mind,

but I'm happy you did.

He's supposed to be real good.

Handles cases like this one
all the time.

I've already paid his retainer,
so he's expecting your call.

[sirens wailing in distance]

So you always go out hunting
after all your cases like this?

[laughs]
No, actually.

Your pops has
a very special place

in my heart.

- My father was a Panther.
- For real?

- Why they threw me his case.
- Damn, that's crazy.

Where is he now, your dad?

He d*ed when I was .

Got sh*t during some robbery.

- At least that's what they said.
- Sorry to hear that.

- So you from up North?
- Nah, here.

- Baldwin Hills.
- Where'd you go to school?

- Crenshaw?
- Our Holy Mother.

[laughs]
You know Dizzy?

[laughs]
Oh, Dizzy was

my sixth-grade boyfriend.

- Oh, man.
- 'Till he dropped me

- for Vonkeisha Jackson.
- Oh, she was a ho.

- Right?
- Damn.

- You do college?
- Went to Middlebury

for a minute on scholarship.

Don't tell me, you was
the only black person

- in there, right?
- There were three of us.

But I left after a couple
of years, ended up at Howard.

- That was more my style.
- Now you're back

- for good, huh?
- Mm-mm.

Saving up for law school.

Law school.

Can't change the system
from the outside.

No, you can't.

Can I take you out sometime?

Dinner, maybe?

- A drink?
- I don't think so.

Look, I get why you hustle,

and I see what you want,

but I've been there before,
and I don't wanna go back.

I'll be seeing you, Franklin.

What are you feeling for dinner?

Whatever.

Burgers?
Hmm.

Nah, not burgers.

So, then, not whatever.

[tense music]

- Hey, man, office...
- Don't look at it.

Just keep your eyes straight ahead.

What?

You're % certain
you didn't say anything

about who we really are at the hotel?

To the hookers?

Yeah, I'm completely sure.

Why?

Somebody's watching the office.

♪ ♪

They just went past,
might have made my car.

- I've got eyes on them.
- I'm following.

♪ ♪

- Copy that.
- We're southbound on Arlington.

Good, g*n it.

We'll pin them at Imperial.

Copy that, here we go.

[dark music]

And we have a tail.

I'm gonna try to avoid congestion.

- Just keep an eye on our front.
- What am I looking for?

Anybody trying to box us in,
like a van stopping suddenly,

- people jumping out.
- What is this, like,

some sort or cartel hit squad?

♪ ♪

Jesus Christ.

Teddy, talk to me,
what do you see?

There's two cars now.

Leap-frogging.
It's gotta be the... the Feds.

Is your vision still - ?
Why? What am I looking for?

There's a blue Chevy Caprice
about five lanes back.

I'm gonna try
to pull them in close enough

for you to read the plates.

♪ ♪

- Two occupants?
- Yep, that's it.

Here, let me know
when you got it.

- Okay.
- Hold on!

[engine revving]

[horns honking]

[tires squealing]

What the hell is going on?

[sighs] I don't know.

[indistinct chattering]

[baby crying]

[laughter, chatter on television]

[children laughing]

[chuckling] Uh, uh, uh.

I done already told y'all,

quit running around my house
with that bottle.

Y'all gone get this sh*t
all on the sofa.

Sit your ass down and be quiet.

Hey, hey, hey.

What's going on, muppets?

Who's hungry?
Come on, come get it.

- Here, take that.
- Hey, baby.

Thank you.

Hey, little mama.

- Say "hey."
- Hey.

- Will you cut it out...
- I got something for you.

Ooh.

- We like that.
- Diapers and formula.

I wanna see her
in her new clothes,

- you hear me?
- Thank you, baby brother.

[knocking on door]

If this is Deandre,
I'm gonna be really mad.

Tch. Shut up.

Hey.

- You remember us?
- Do I remember?

Is that sh*t supposed
to be funny?

- Need to talk to you.
- About what?

- Who is that?
- Oh, it's just some friends

for business,
you know what I'm saying?

Hey, make sure they don't
eat all my food.

Please?
Thank you.

[television chattering]

You must either be stupid
or out your g*dd*mn mind

coming to my neighborhood
at this time of night.

We have something for you.

It needed to be discussed
in private,

and it couldn't wait.

Wanna know
who k*lled your friends?

We can take you right to him.

Show you where to get at him
and how.

And why would you do that?

'Cause you're gonna tell us
how to cook up that rock.

Why would I do that?

That recipe's going
to get out sooner or later.

At least this way
you get something in return

when it does.

That don't sound like
an even trade to me.

No?

What else do you want?

I have access to pure cocaine.

Straight off the boat,
affordable.

Smart man like you?

No reason you shouldn't
be running

your own operation,
if that's what you want.

[suspenseful music]

There's enough room
in this game for all of us.

- Mmm.
- We can make sure

you and your family
are well taken care of,

and obviously
nobody would ever know

this conversation
ever took place.

[chuckles]

It's my pager and my office.

[heavy music]

♪ ♪

I look forward
to hearing from you soon.

♪ ♪

[baby crying]

[sirens in distance]

[somber music]

♪ ♪