02x10 - Education

[bunniefuu]

Come on, Ray-Ray.

Ray-Ray, man! Come on!

- Do it, m*therf*cker!
- All right, all right.

- Ray-Ray!
- Do it!

[Kn*fe slices, body thuds]

I'm sorry, Franklin.

I told you I needed that recipe.

You ain't gonna let Kev
k*ll him; Start a f*cking w*r.

Kev!

I can't let this happen.

Kevin!

[g*nsh*t]

Stop!

DEA!

What agency
doing work in Nicaragua

would want to shut down
a DEA operation?

If I'ma tell you about all
this, I'm gonna need a drink.

Kevin dead.

Man, why the f*ck did you
have to sh**t him?

- Hey, hey.
- [whispers] No.

There's more.

Cops got your name, Franklin.

They know it's you.

You made him this way!

We all made him this way.

- Mama.
- Franklin.

Oh, god.
I love you.

I want you to know
that if having you in my life

means that I gotta stop
all of this,

then I'ma do that for you, Mama.

Police!
Let me see your hands.

Don't sh**t him.
[indistinct shout]

I'm right here.

Baby.
I'm sorry, Mama.

I love you.
I love you.

[fluorescent light humming]

[chain rattling]

Lawyer.

That's him.

No question.

[light continues humming]

Place all your personal
effects in the envelope.

When you're done,
hand it to the C.O.

[door buzzes]

Come on, ladies, line up.

[indistinct chatter]

Next man up.

[indistinct chatter]

Step forward, inmate.
[camera shutter clicks]

[indistinct chatter]

[camera shutter clicks]

[funky music]

[camera shutter clicks]

Move it, gentlemen.

Let's roll.
Step it up.

Go!

Clothes off.
We don't have all day.

♪ A junkie walking
through the twilight ♪

Move it!
Next man.

♪ I'm on my way home ♪

Get on the bench.
Nuts to butts.

Let's go.
Move up.

Nuts to butts.

f*ck this sh*t.

Hey, let's go.
Move up.

Man, I ain't doing this
bitch-ass sh*t

so you motherfuckin'
bitch-ass cops can watch.

[smacks]

[smacking and grunting]

All of you, stay back!

[smacking and grunting]
f*ck you.

Get him out of here.

♪ Home is filled with pain,
and it ♪

Keep moving.
Keep moving.

♪ Might not be
such a bad idea ♪

♪ If I never,
never went home again ♪

Spread your cheeks;
Spread your sacks.

Don't be bashful.

Cough.

[all cough]

Cough again.

[all cough]

All right, stand up.

♪ And it might not be
such a bad idea if I never ♪

♪ If I never went home again,
home again ♪

♪ Home again,
home again ♪

♪ Kick it, quit it,
kick it, quit it ♪

♪ Kick it, quit it,
kick it ♪

♪ Can't go home again ♪

♪ Home again,
home again ♪

[metallic thud]

♪ I can't go home again ♪

[muffled, indistinct chatter]

[indistinct chatter continues]

[door buzzes]
All right, listen up.

Phone time.
You, you...

And you.
Let's go.

I want to make a phone call.
This is bullshit.

Man, you just wait your turn.

Use this phone over here.

You two, over there.

[buttons beeping]

[line trilling]

Hey.

It's me.

You straight?

They got me in Central.

I need you to get
J Young down here

as soon as you can, all right?

We gon' get you bail.

Then we gon' fight this sh*t
from the outside.

Hear me?

Louie and Lee with you?

Louie here.

She send her love.

You talk to your mama?

Nah.

You need anything?

Anything I can do for you?

Listen.

Just get J Young down here,
Unc, huh?

Nephew,
everything gonna be a'ight.

Yeah.

Yeah, I know.

Love.

Yeah, mm-hmm.

[men chattering indistinctly]
What you looking at?

[men chattering indistinctly]

Hold.

Rack 'em.

[door buzzes]

Go on.

[metallic clinking]

[men chattering indistinctly]
Got fresh meat!

[door buzzes]

Hold up.

[door buzzes]
Rack 'em.

All right, move out.

[men chattering indistinctly]

Nope.

That's you.

[door thuds, clicks]

[men chattering indistinctly]

Hey, mon.

Hey.

The government set me up.

They set you up too.

The f*ck I tell you about
spouting that crazy-ass sh*t?

Shut the f*ck up
'fore I b*at your ass.

[metallic thudding, squealing]

[men chattering indistinctly]

Rack it.
[door buzzes]

[metallic clinking]

Franklin Saint.

Come with me.

[door buzzes]

Franklin, how you doing?

Tell me, man.

They charged you with a PC.

m*rder one.

Won't know what evidence
the state has

until you've been arraigned,

which will be
in the next day or two.

We go to court,
plead not guilty,

I'll get the discovery,

and then we'll see
what we're dealing with.

Okay?

I need to get the f*ck
out of here, man.

Make sure I get bail.

It's your first offense.

They'll grant bail.

So you have any more
questions for me?

Something you need done
in the meantime?

You charge by the hour, right?

Just business.
[laughter]

I'm good.

Well...

[chuckles]

Keep your head up.

See you in two days.

For sure.

Look.

I'm not a fool.

I get that sometimes
there's a bigger picture.

But are you honestly telling me

that the juice on this bullshit
is worth a squeeze?

You know why
Nixon started the DEA;

Started the w*r on dr*gs, right?

It's a dog whistle.

It was intentionally designed

to keep minorities in
this country on their backs...

Even if that's true,

it doesn't mean that we just
open the floodgates.

And I respect that you...

That you want to
make a difference.

I do.

But you gotta admit that

until people in this country
stop using dr*gs,

that fighting a w*r on them
is pointless and costly.

It's unwinnable.

I see.

So your w*r

is important and noble.

But my w*r is pointless.

According to the people
who shut down your operation

so that mine can continue,

yeah.

Give me a year...

Or two years, maybe...

Just long enough for us

to give the Nicaraguan people
their democracy back.

And I promise you
that at the end of it,

I will hand over
every distributor,

every dealer, every supplier

that we work with along the way.

You're gonna make the largest
series of drug-related arrests

that this country has ever seen.

It's the ultimate
undercover assignment.

There's no red tape.

There's no oversight.

The results are beyond anything

you could ever possibly imagine.

You should definitely take a
day or two to think it over.

Either way, there's
no hard feelings.

At the end of the day...

we're both on the same team.

I'll be in touch.

[men chattering indistinctly]

Rack it.
[door buzzes]

[metallic clinking]

[men chattering in Spanish]

Hey.

[speaking Spanish]

Hey.
[speaking Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

[laughs]

What shoe size are you?

[laughter]

[muffled, indistinct chattering]

Rack it.
[door buzzes]

Come with me.

[men chattering indistinctly]

[men jeering]

Let's go.
Move it.

Stay on the line.
Keep moving.

All the way.

All the way.

All right, watch the gate.

Close that up.

There they are.

You all right?

You know, just sit tight.

I'm not sure where you show up
in the lineup,

but I'm right over there, okay?

[gavel banging]

Court is in session.

Proceeding.

The people versus Oscar Peralta.

Appearances, please?

Yes, counsel for the defense,
Your Honor.

The defendant is present and...

Bail will be set at $ , .

I have "not guilty" entered.

$ , .

[indistinct speech]

Bail will be set at $ , .

[gavel bangs]

The people versus
Franklin Saint.

Appearances, please?

Johnson Young,
privately retained.

The defendant is in court

and in custody.

Colin Grant for the people,
Your Honor.

Mr. Young,
how would you like to proceed?

We waive further reading
of the complaint,

statement of rights,
and enter a plea of not guilty,

and deny all special
allegations and enhancements.

Plea of "not guilty" entered.

Counsel, what are we doing?

Your Honor, can we come back

for a setting date
of February th?

We're backed up here, Counselor.

We'd be looking at mid-March.

The defense will accept.

Mr. Grant?

Fine by the state.

We will reconvene
for a preliminary hearing

on the th of March.

Bail will be set at $ , .

Please the court, Your Honor,
at this time,

the state would
ask that bail be denied.

On what grounds?

A DEA agent has identified
the defendant as the sh**t.

The defendant fled the scene,

and when he was
finally apprehended,

he was driving a vehicle
not in his name,

he had thousands of dollars
of cash on him,

along with
a fake driver's license.

Your Honor,
we believe Mr. Saint

could pose
a significant flight risk.

Your Honor, this young man
has no priors

and has no reason to run.

And what kid under the age
of years of age

doesn't have a fake ID?

Your Honor, the defense
implores Her Honor

to follow her instincts

and grant bail.

I'm persuaded
by the people's argument.

Bail is denied.

The defendant
will be transferred

to Pitchard Detention Facility

where he will remain in custody
until his trial.

[gavel bangs]

Y'all happy now?

Got the black man in chains

over selling a g*dd*mn dime bag.

I say y'all m*therf*ckers
happy now?

Shut the f*ck up.

You'll make this trip
in an ambulance.

Yessa, massa.

I's understand.

Oh, you making jokes?

And what the f*ck
are you looking at?

Boss.

Let's go.
Let's get a move on.

Two and two!

All right, you heard the man.

Move it.

[brakes hiss]

[buzzer buzzes]

Move.
Let's go.

[buzzer buzzing rhythmically]

Face forward.

Eyes straight ahead.

[chains rattling]

[buzzer buzzing rhythmically]

Two by two.
Let's go.

[door buzzing]

Eyes front, gentlemen.
Let's go.

[door buzzes]

[men chattering indistinctly]

[door buzzes, clanks]

[men chattering indistinctly]

f*ckin' looking at me?

f*ck!
[smacks]

[smacking and grunting,
men chattering excitedly]

[men cheering]

[men chattering indistinctly]

Hey, down there!
Fresh fish coming in, y'all!

That's the one I want.

[men jeering]

Rest tonight, boys.

[men chattering indistinctly]

[men jeering]

Tonight's getting kind of low.

[men chattering indistinctly]

m*therf*cker.

Hey, n*gga.

Hey.

Ray-Ray.

I knew I wasn't tripping.

[laughter]

I used to chop it up with
this boy back on the block.

Hey, that boy got game for real.

f*ck they bring you in here on?

Some bullshit.

Bet that.

Same sh*t with me.

Couple months on some nonsense.

sh*t ain't about nothing,
though.

Food ain't sh*t, but at least

we ain't breaking up rocks
all day.

Man, look.

I know we ain't see eye-to-eye,

but in here,
we from the same hood.

So we gotta stick together.

Yeah.

All right, cool.

[both chuckle]

Hey, cuz, get this n*gga a pack.

Stay up, man.

Give 'em dice, some got bank.

[men chattering indistinctly]

[loud metallic thud]

[muffled screams]

Come here, man.
[smacking and grunting]

[muffled screams]

Payback time.

[smacking and grunting]

Shut up, n*gga.
Shut the f*ck up.

[smacking and grunting]

This one for Lenny,
m*therf*cker.

Thought I was gonna
let it slide, bitch?

[smacking and grunting]

m*therf*cker.

[smacks, Franklin grunts]

[groaning]

[breathing heavily]

Franklin Saint?

There's someone here to see you.

g*dd*mn, Nephew.

Yeah.

Making friends in here.

g*dd*mn Mexicans?

Don't tell me
a brother did this sh*t.

Ray-Ray in here.

Apparently,
he ain't happy about Lenny.

All right.
Ray-Ray.

Hmm?

You tell him I know where
his g*dd*mn family live.

I'll k*ll everybody that
m*therf*cker ever knew.

You hear me?

Want some g*dd*mn
pharaoh Ten Commandments

type sh*t on his ass.

- Just stop.
- sh*t, you hear me?

Stop.

g*dd*mn lawyer, Johnson,
say he gonna get you out

on that f*ckin' bail.

Some writ... write?
Some sh*t.

It don't matter.

f*ck you mean it don't matter?

We'll get you out of there.

Your auntie, she was gonna
come up here and see you too,

but they only let two people
at a time in this m*therf*cker.

She gonna come up this weekend.

It's gonna be all right, Unc.

Huh?

Here, n*gga.

What's good, homey?

What's up, man?

They ain't come at you?

Nah.

Seen Wanda?

I'm sorry, man.

You tried to keep her
out the cookhouse.

Should have listened.

But I want you to listen to me.

I been where you at, n*gga.

But you gotta keep fighting,
you hear me?

Yeah, man.
Of course.

'Cause this sh*t
ain't your fault.

Lee, no.
Stop.

When you leave here,
go back in that dorm;

Grab the first n*gga you see,

and b*at the f*ck out that n*gga

till they grab you
off of that n*gga.

You hear me?

Show 'em who the f*ck you is,
n*gga!

- All right.
- No!

Look at this n*gga face, man!

f*ck!
All right, come on.

Show 'em who the f*ck you is!

Any n*gga
that motherfuckin' try you,

b*at the f*ck out that n*gga!

All right, come on.

Show 'em who the f*ck
you is, n*gga!

- Come on.
- f*ck that phone, n*gga.

[receiver parts clattering]

[door buzzes]

[men chattering indistinctly]

Don't be holding out on us.

Look at this n*gga.

[fabric tearing]

[loud metallic thud]

[body thuds]

[gagging, choking]

[men chattering indistinctly]

All right, listen up.

[shushing]

Daniel Martinez.

Anthony Hill.

Miguel Chavez.

Franklin Saint.

Brian Getz.

Darius Coleman.

Jesús Morales.

Up front.
Let's go.

[men chattering indistinctly]

Hey, Mama.

Alton.

What... what?

She can't
keep her sh*t together?

Tell her to get the f*ck
out of here.

I don't need this sh*t
right now.

Hold on.
Hold on.

Huh?

The f*ck.
I don't f*cking need this sh*t.

Okay.
[clears throat]

How you doing, man?

[chuckles]

Never in a million years
would have thought

the two of you
would be like this.

Whole g*dd*mn world's
turned upside down.

Yeah, I can't imagine
how strange it must be for you

after all this time.

I know there ain't much
I can say to you

or that, uh...

or that you want to hear.

But I know something about this.

Um...

And...
Listen, I need you to stop.

And there is always something
left on the inside.

I said stop.

No matter how much
you think there ain't.

I don't f*ckin' need
this sh*t right now,

you hear me?

I don't f*ckin' need it.

You wait till f*ckin' now,

till I'm in here

to be a f*ckin' dad?

[laughs]

It's a bad f*ckin' joke, man.

Stop it, son.

It's a bad f*ckin' joke!

How the f*ck you come back...
[door buzzes]

Franklin, stop.

- [indistinct shouting]
- [indistinct speech]

Get the f*ck away from me!

Stop, Franklin.

Calm down, baby.

Man, don't f*ckin' come back!

You were never f*ckin'
there for me!

[door slams]
Franklin!

Don't hurt him, please!

Move it.
Get in there!

[men chattering indistinctly]

m*therf*cker!
[smacks]

[smacking and grunting]

[men cheering]

[buzzer buzzing rhythmically]

[g*n cocks]
Get the f*ck off of me.

[buzzing and cheering continue]

[buzzing continues distantly]

[metallic thud]

[metallic thud]

Hey!
Wake the f*ck up.

Let's go.

[men chattering indistinctly]

Just kept setting
on that n*gga, homey.

Every time, homey.

n*gga owe me magazines too.

They let this n*gga
out the infirmary already.

He coming over.

You asked me
why I'm in here, right?

I k*lled my best homey.

And my people on the outside,

they know your family
stay off of West and th.

Your grandma,

mama,

little baby sister.

About this high, right?

Any y'all little n*gg*s
step to me again,

and I'll k*ll
all your f*ckin' families.

[laughs]

You know I mean business.

Don't forget about Winnie.

[line trilling]

Hey.

This is a collect call from

Pitchard Detention Center.

Will you accept charges?

All right.

Hey.

Put Louie on.

[brakes squeal]

You must be Reed.

And you're Louie.

Thanks for coming.

Franklin said
you don't like the phone.

You want to tell me
what this is about?

Since the arrest,
we ain't had no problems.

DEA don't seem to care one bit
about our business.

And Franklin, he want us
to keep going without him.

But he said you might need
some convincing.

Yeah.

As usual, Franklin's right.

Look.

I know that boy is special.

I've known it his whole life.

But he sent me here,

so maybe he think
I'm something special too.

What are we talking about here?

About you running things
while he's in jail?

I will if I have to.

But I think the best option
for everybody involved

is to get Franklin out of there.

Now, he said you a man
with connects,

influence;

Might be able to help.

With a m*rder charge.

Well, what about
approaching the judge,

getting him out on bail?

He also mentioned this DEA
agent who saw the sh**ting.

Now, our lawyer seem to think

that she the only witness
they got.

So...

if she went away,

that put the hurt on they case.

Went away?

Them Franklin words, not mine.

I'm sorry.
I can't help you with this.

And...

as far as continuing things
without Franklin,

you're just gonna have to give
me more time to think about it.

Look.

This is new territory for me.

And personally, I think
Franklin is crazy for this ask.

But he seem to think
that y'all two

got some sort of bond
or vision for the future.

But for me, this about
getting my nephew,

who I love more than
anything in this world,

out of that prison.

So if there is anything
that you can do,

do it.

You know, I love the views

in this city, man.

Where I come from, the land
is so flat, there's no...

There's no changes to it.

There's no levels to it.

We only deal in cocaine.

No heroin.

No marijuana.

Pure product that only
rich people can afford.

Agreed.

And we keep a close eye
on all the players.

I'm not letting LA
turn into Miami.

Of course.

And you promise me
when it's done,

I take down all the dealers.

Every one.

I must be f*ckin' insane.

You ready to get started?

So...
[clears throat]

There are coincidences,

and then there's fate.

And then there's
what I'm about to tell you.

And it's gonna sound
real strange,

but just know that
I wouldn't be asking it

if it wasn't vital.

Okay.

A couple weeks ago,
you witnessed a m*rder

in Acuña Park.

It's a young black kid.

He allegedly sh*t a friend of
his to prevent a g*ng w*r.

There's nothing alleged
about it.

I saw the whole thing.

I sat with the kid
while he bled out.

How do you know about that?

All that matters right now

is that you go to the detective
who's working the case

and you recant your statement.

Tell him you're mistaken
on what you saw.

You're serious.

To take back a statement?

I could face charges.

- No.
- Perjury.

No, no, no.
As of right now,

you're still a federal officer.

They're not gonna like it,
but they'll let it go.

This kid, who is he to you?

He's just important to me...

for now.

Franklin.

Mr. Young.

You got something for me?

[chuckles]

You're going home.

[door buzzes, squeals, clanks]

Haven't been getting
much sleep since I got out.

No shock, I know.

What's strange is,
it ain't the beatings

I see in my dreams.

It's not Ray-Ray,

not the dude who hung himself,

not the bars,

not the guards.

It's Reed Thompson.

Welcome back.

Thanks to you.

I got lucky.

Was that it?

Luck?

Two nights ago,
I went to Avi's hotel room...

Gave him $ , cash;

Told him it was reparations.

I wouldn't say
he was happy to see me,

but the m*therf*cker
always had a soft spot for me.

[laughs]

So when I went back hat in
hand, he agreed to hear me out.

Told him about Reed,

how he got me
off a m*rder charge.

A man like that
is someone to fear.

Remember our conversation
in the bank?

Your speech about control?

You were wrong, Reed.

My mistake was giving Kevin
too much room.

'Cause we were boys.

But now I know.

There's only one way
to do things.

Anybody f*ck with the program,

break a rule, they out.

Don't matter who.

Sounds like you're ready to
get this started back up.

Suppose I gotta be, right?

I mean, you ain't get me out

'cause you
enjoy our conversations.

Yeah.

I guess that's right.

[laughs]

I'm ready when you are, Reed.

You see, for years,

the U.S. been fighting
a covert w*r in Nicaragua,

trying to stop the Communists.

Avi's been smuggling
foreign-made arms

from the Middle East to Panama
on Reed's behalf.

We talking tens of millions
of dollars' worth...

Enough to fight
an entire f*ckin' w*r.

I don't think our
Mr. Reed Thompson's

just some drug dealer.

I think he works
for the government.

And now...

well, I think we work for him.

[funky music]

♪ ♪

♪ Cold, cold eyes,
upon me they stare ♪

♪ People all around me,
and they're all in fear ♪

♪ They don't seem to want me,
but they won't admit ♪

♪ I must be
some kind of creature ♪

♪ Up here having fits ♪

♪ From my party house,
I'm afraid to come outside ♪

♪ Although I'm
filled with love ♪

♪ I'm afraid
they'll hurt my pride ♪

♪ So I play the part
I feel they want of me ♪

♪ And I pull the shades
so I won't see them seein' me ♪

♪ Havin' hard times
in this crazy town ♪

♪ Havin' hard times ♪