04x08 - Betrayal

[bunniefuu]

First, you out here
gutting n*gg*s

like you crazy, now you looking

to get any old body k*lled.

What are you thinking, Dijah?

I'm thinking about my daughter.

I had a long talk
with Paul Davis today.

He wants to bring us in

on two commercial towers
on Wilshire.

Did you ever think
you'd be in the position

to give away
a quarter million dollars?

You protect my family.

I promise.

This is only
about exposing the CIA.

New munitions, new suppliers.

We are as committed as ever
to winning this w*r.

You keep telling me
what you need,

I'm gonna keep
getting it for you.

Theodore, this is your father.

I'm calling to tell you
your brother's dead.

This is your fault.

Contra forces in the south
have been pushed back.

Any word on that missing
shipment of weapons?

I think I have to go
down there. Panama.

Maybe Nicaragua.
You take care of things

for me here until I get back.

Too many people know, Franklin.

I'm not moving to f*cking Cuba,
looking over my damn shoulder.

This is my f*cking home!

You are k*lling us all.

Don't you see that?!

He's busy.

Too busy to see my f*cking s?

Gustavo, call him.

Tell him
this is extremely important.

sh*t.

I mean, call him "Mr. X"
all you want.

Y'all know that's Franklin Saint
they writing about.

Once you start talking
gangsters and the CIA,

that's Jim Jones
territory right there.

Jim Jones? What that crazy fool
got to do with dr*gs in L.A.?

Do you think one white man
k*lled poor Black n*gg*s

down there by hisself?

That's the CIA, sure as sh*t.

-That's right.
-That ain't no lie.

They cut us down in Jonestown
and up here, too.

CIA, FBI, LAPD.

And they got some clubs
so secret,

they ain't even
got names for 'em.

-Cut 'em down like wheat.
-You damn right. Hey, in 'Nam,

they was feeding them Black
soldiers LSD like it was candy.

Talking about
Franklin Saint's the problem,

when it's Uncle Sam.

And you know Uncle ain't gonna
be happy with the Saint boy

-or that Chinee lady
who done the writing.
-Believe that.

You thinking about it wrong.

Nah. They say the CIA the plug.

It's only one way
to think about it.

How you think Franklin keeps
slipping out of trouble? Huh?

'Cause he dealing
with the devil himself.

Well, on top of cheap cocaine,

the plug
a Get Out of Jail Free card.

That's some walk-on-water stuff
right there.

Yeah, for Saint, n*gga.

They'll drown your dumb ass.

Who you think Alton Williams is?

The n*gga they quoting
in this article.

It's Franklin pops.

Franklin days as the
CIA golden boy-- that's over.

We gonna take his place.

Man, you's a jive-ass,
scheming m*therf*cker.

That's some
real sh*t right there.

That's real?

Let me tell you what's real.

When the state gave you
to that foster family,

and the father did
what he did to you,

who made sure that m*therf*cker
got what was coming to him? Me!

So, when I tell you that
I'm gonna k*ll Leon and Franklin

for what they did to your baby,

and then take they plug
and set us up for life,

I mean that.

And that's some real sh*t.

Come on, man.
Let's go.

You really ain't know

there was a reporter
sniffing around?

-No.
-Your daddy sure as sh*t did.

Snitching-ass m*therf*cker.

I'll deal with Alton.

Not if the CIA deal with him
first, right along with our ass.

What you want me to do,

-apologize again?
-Yeah, n*gga,

I want you to apologize.

I want you to get
on your f*cking knees.

Need to be begging
for forgiveness, all the sh*t

you done put us through.

What's Reed saying?

-Franklin, where Reed at?
-I-I don't know.

I ain't heard from him.

T-Tried him,
but I ain't heard back.

-Yeah.
-Oh, he gonna hang us
out to dry.

Yeah, we gonna all go
to the g*dd*mn clink.

Look, everybody just
calm down, all right?

The CIA need this sh*t squashed
as bad as we do.

We ain't got
to worry about this sh*t.

How the f*ck we gonna
believe you now? Huh, nephew?

Who's identified
in this article?

Whose father they quoting?

I'm the one in trouble here,

not you.

And not you.
But what do I get?

Concern?

An ounce of f*cking compassion?

Nah.

I get,

"Franklin,
what's gonna happen to me?"

Well, I'm gonna tell you what's
nothing.

And why is that?

'Cause I'm gonna step
in front of the b*llet,

like I did with that Judas
m*therf*cker Kevin,

like I did
with that bitch-ass Andre,

and like I always have
to keep y'all safe.

Now, if you got
some constructive ideas

to help me get
through this sh*t,

then I promise you,
I'm listening, I promise.

But if not, if not, then please
keep your heads down,

keep your mouths shut
and let me get us out of this,

like I got us out of every
other m*therf*cking thing else!

Peaches... let's roll.

So, I feel like this section,

you can get rid
of these last two sentences

and move this paragraph up.

That's my transition
from money to g*ns.

Well, you'll have to smooth
it out, but it's repetitive,

and the quicker we get
to the arms dealer,

the better, you know?

Sorry to interrupt.

I've got The Guardian
on line two.

And also...

The Times sent this over.

-It's, uh, champagne.
-It's Korbel.

-Should I get us some glasses?

Uh, you should get us
some coffee.

-Uh, what about the...
-I'll call back.

That's five major papers
and all three networks,

and it's not even noon.

Coffee.
Coffee.

Okay.

f*cking smiley Jimmy Olsen.

Remember the first big story
you were part of? Hmm?

How exciting that was?

I'll be excited when CIA
officers are sh1tting themselves

on live television.

Well, I'm serious.

Hearings may never come.

For a while, this is as good
as it's gonna get.

Wh-Why are you saying this?

Well, it's-it's not just
papers and networks calling.

The White House and the Pentagon
have both reached out.

This...
Look, this is real.

And they are gonna come at us
with everything they have.

Good.
Means we're doing our job.

Uh, I don't see coffee.

Got another call.

Says he's Mr. X.

Line four.

Irene Abe.

Miss Abe, how you doing?

This is Franklin Saint.

I enjoyed your article.

Shame you only told
half the story.

Interested in getting the rest?

Yes.
I am.

I've done everything I can,
ever since you first came to me,

but now I want your word
my brother gonna be safe.

I want my money, and I want
to get the f*ck out of here.

You ain't got nothing to drink
in this m*therf*cker?

-Some sweet tea or something?
-You hear me?

Look, saying you done
what I asked.

But if that was true, I'd have
the plug, which I don't.

I-I told you when Franklin was
going to meet him.

That y'all couldn't follow him
ain't my fault.

So you saying it's mine?

I'm saying
Franklin ain't stupid.

He gonna figure this out, and
when he does, I'm a dead woman.

So you think Franklin the n*gga
you need to worry about?

-Okay.
-You ain't never thought about

doing no redecorating
up in here?

It feels tired.

Maybe move them busted-ass
paintings out the way.

-Oh, f*ck, Drew!

Hey, look, I understand
you're tired.

I feel that, 'cause I am, too.

But I'm done waiting.

So if I ain't got the plug
by end of the week,

you and your brother dead.

God.

Sandinistas?

Uh...

Okay, okay, okay.

Mira, mira.

So, any word from our boy?

There are some things
I'm gonna grab from the office.

Okay?

It's locked.

You don't have a key?

Then someone doesn't want you
in there, amigo.

Teddy works for me, Gustavo.

He does.
I don't.

Listen to me, hombre.

Your boss is in trouble.
I'm here to save his ass.

Hmm.

I wasn't sure
you'd actually come.

I wanted to meet
the woman who's trying to

destroy people
she doesn't even know.

If I wanted to destroy you,
I would've printed your name.

-I want your CIA masters.
-Ah.

Haven't you heard of
the great liberation, Miss Abe?

-They freed the slaves.
-Hmm.

The lies they teach in school.

Call me Irene.

What can I get you?
-Uh, Jameson, neat. Double.

You wanted to tell your side.

-Here's your chance.

Well, I hate to break it to you,
but I'm in real estate.

-Uh, cheap denials are
a waste of my time.
-Right.

'Cause you got grand plans.

Shake the very ground.

That's the idea?

Our institutions already
have cracks.

I want to see what falls.

I see why you
and my father get along.

I respect him.

Yeah, I did, too.

For a long time.

Then I watched
the struggle ruin him.

You see...

I realized
you either join the system

and become what you hate,

or fight it
and let it destroy you.

-So, what's it gonna be?
-Well, that's just it.

Now I don't have to choose.

I've found the best

their system, my way.

My God, Franklin,
you-you think you're protected?

They give a sh*t about you?
They'll never let you out.

Yeah, well, that's my problem,

but we're not here
to talk about me.

Now, if your story is true--

a government agency
waging an illegal w*r,

dealing dr*gs, getting criminals
absolved of m*rder--

well, then you of all people
should know that there's

nothing they won't do
to k*ll that story.

See, you going after them
is like a...

zebra thinks she's
stalking a lion.

And sh*t, maybe you are ready
to be a martyr.

But in the end,
it won't just be you.

It's gonna be Henry,

and it's gonna be Jane.

You leave my family
the f*ck out of this.

Irene...

you say that like I'm the one
that's gonna hurt 'em.

Good luck, Irene.

Ah, who's winning?

Just confirming,
it should be

under the name Cissy Saint.

-Great. Thanks. See you then.

Okay, Franklin, I...

You see the Examiner?

You shouldn't be here.

Well, we need to talk.

You had your chance
to talk to me.

You chose a reporter instead.

Well, I might've gone
about it the wrong way,

but you know
I did the right thing.

You see what's going on
down here?

The same w*r we were fighting
in the Panthers, only worse.

-You didn't give me a choice.
-You're right.

I thought I was making the best
decision for all of us.

And I still do.

I got Top Notch
getting us fake passports.

We got money, each other,
two flights.

We leave predawn,
we're in Havana by dinner.

Franklin'll never leave
with you now.

He's got to make his
own choices now.

This is about
me and you, our future,

the second half
of our lives, Cissy.

No more dr*gs, no more v*olence,
just us.

You can leave me a
message at the shelter.

It'll get to me.

I love you.

Jesus, he even got the safe.

But you can't be serious.

Got to show respect
for Fatback and his family.

Do the right thing by them boys
down in the projects.

While we got a bounty
on our heads?

Skully gonna expect
us to be there.

It'd be the perfect time
to try us.

Then let 'em f*cking try us.

I ain't scared of the
g*dd*mn n*gg*s, all right?

Jerome, baby, I know you mad,

and you got a every right
to be-- I lied to you.

And Franklin lied to you.

But going to this funeral

and f*cking
around in the projects,

you-you looking for trouble.

I got to look for it
When it's all around us, Louie?

'Cause you the one that put us
here, you and Franklin.

You the one out here
setting fires.

And then you gonna blame me
when the sh*t get hot.

No, f*ck all of that.

I'm putting all you b*tches
on notice right now.

-Yeah, and that starts with
me going to Fatback's funeral.

'Cause them boys
in the projects--

they the only ones
I can trust right now.

And you want
to sit this one out.

Stay holed up
in your little ivory tower.

Sound about right.

No.

Hey.

How can I help?

Hmm.
You being here is help enough.

Look...

I know this means
you might have eyes on you.

Have trouble moving around.

So, if you need anything--
and I mean anything--

taken care of
while you got heat,

I got you.

Yeah.

I appreciate the offer
and your concern,

but it ain't
your problem to solve.

You don't have
to do this alone, you know.

-Hell... Oh.
-Mrs. Saint.

My apologies
for showing up unannounced.

I was just
on my way to meet Paul.

Well, I'm glad I caught you.

Unfortunately,
Mr. Davis is unavailable

to meet this morning,

but he wanted me
to give you this.

This money was a gift.

A token of our faith.

Yes. Unfortunately,
circumstances have changed.

-Why am I not surprised?
Look, Irene,

I've been supportive
of everything

you've wanted
to print up until now.

But this paper
cannot be responsible

for outing the identity
of an active CIA officer.

-What about his alias?
-Arguably even worse.

It'll blow his cover to every
one of his assets and contacts.

You mean drug and arms dealers?

Think you're feeling
government pressure now?

Get a CIA officer k*lled,
see what happens.

He's bringing cocaine
into the United States

to fight an illegal w*r, and
we're supposed to protect him?

Walter.
-Charlie, uh, this is
Ben Lundberg, our lead counsel.

And these gentlemen
are from the Pentagon.

We've got the conference room
upstairs booked.

We need a few minutes.

Want to thank y'all
for coming out for the homie.

Appreciate it.

There he go.

That m*therf*cker right there.

Good. This heat
is sweating out my curls.

Bitch, you know
you like the heat.

Y'all want to shut the f*ck up
and move? Please.

Hey, Jerome.

I'm-a catch up to y'all.

Appreciate you coming.

Mm-hmm.

If you got to be here,
I'm here, too.

Are you okay?

-Lee!
I'm good.

Louie! Louie!
-Oh... Lou, Lou, Lou...

I have to hold it!

Oh. No, hold on, baby.

Get an ambulance, man!

Get a f*cking ambulance!

Oh, sh*t, hold on. Hold on.

Stay with me, please.

I f*cking love you.

I love you.
I love you, baby.

Don't leave me.
Oh, sh*t.

She's in surgery.
No word yet.

Baby. I'm here.
-Lee.

Listen, man, we got
to keep an eye on Jerome.

As soon as Louie
gets out of surgery,

first thing he's gonna do,
he's gonna charge up

to that barbershop,
and they'll be waiting.

You saw who it was, right?

Not Manboy or Skully.

It was that little girl's mama.

Khadijah.

Yeah.
Her and these two b*tches.

Might've been them
that k*lled Fatback.

I can find out who they were.

All right.

Yeah.
Thanks, T.

-I'll page you.
-Mm-hmm.

Sorry to ask this,
but I don't know how long

I have to stay off the grid,
and I'd be more comfortable

if you hold onto them.

Off the grid?
Are you listening to yourself?

-I-I don't need this
from you right now, okay?
-I-I think you do.

If the paper won't fight
this fight, why should you?

Because I refuse
to wake up every day

for the rest of my life
knowing that I had the truth

and-and they scared me off it.

-Stubborn woman.
-Yeah, well,

-you married me.

Well, I can't just
let you go off alone.

You can stay with me.

No.

I said I wouldn't let this
touch you or Jane,

and-and I meant it.

Where will you go?

I'm exhausted. I... just
want one more night in my house.

I'll figure it out tomorrow.

Call me when you get settled?

Okay.

You'd think,
after all these years...

...I'd have more things
I really cared about.

Everybody else...

...got their head in the sand...

...and you stand up
straight and tall.

You got so much more than most.

I am so proud of you, baby.

Thank you.

Hold up. She did what?

sh*t up a f*cking funeral, Drew,

while I was there.

-She hit anybody?
-She could have got me.

-So she did?
-They got Louie.

She alive,
but it don't look good.

Jerome about
to be on the warpath.

If you want me
to get you their connect,

you got to get your sister
to stand the f*ck down.

You don't think I tried that?

sh*t.

All right, look.

Uh, might be a way
I can get this done.

So do it then. What the f*ck
is you still talking to me for?

Call Loc and Twin. Tell them
bring their Uzis and rounds.

We gonna have
some company tonight.

We need to talk.

Yeah, we do.

Things in Nicaragua
are a lot worse than we thought.

Later.
We got a bigger problem.

Hey, where you going?

Get some air.

You want me to roll with you?

I can't believe we're back
in this hospital.

Another one of ours
fighting to survive.

Well, we got through that.

Hmm?

And we'll get through this.

Willy Childress came to see me.

He returned our money.

Paul Davis is out.
It's over.

God.
Those m*therf*ckers, man.

They just scared.

-I just...
-So am I, Franklin.

Yeah, but this is all gonna
blow over, you know,

and then they gonna come
crawling back.

And if they don't, then there's
other investors, right?

No reputable businessperson
is gonna get into bed with us.

Not after all of this.
The article?

We're never gonna be legitimate.

Look, uh, I got to,
um... I-I got to go.

Look, um...
we'll talk another time.

-Love you.
-I'm moving out of the house.

What?

You moving out the house?

And going where?

I don't know yet.

-Away from South Central.
-Not with Alton?

No, not with Alton.

I'm done getting caught
between the two of you.

No longer a mother
and wife first.

Start taking care of myself.

Look, at least...

Give me a few hours, okay?

I'll be back in a little while,

and-and we'll take care
of all of this.

Promise.
Okay?

Huh?

Watch over Jerome.

Where the f*ck you been?

Drunk in a ditch somewhere?

Doesn't matter where I've been.

How the f*ck
did you let that happen?

How do you think it happened?

-My pops figured it out.
-Yeah!

And then he told some
f*cking reporter about it?

-And you had no idea
that this was coming?
-Wh-What?

He's my f*cking father, man.

I thought I could trust him.

What is that, blood?

Yeah.

There was a sh**ting.

Louie got hit.

What?
Wait, what?

Is she all right?

She's in surgery.

Doctors say it's a... coin flip.

I'm sorry.

But if we don't stop this,
there is no tomorrow.

That's the reality.

Now, I got my people
working on stopping

the second part from being
published, but we have to get

-this reporter under control.
-Already tried.

-What does that mean?
-It means I met up with her.

Tried to get her to understand
that she's f*cking around

with the wrong people.
Look, you was gone.

Okay? You was gone. I had to try
something. I had no choice.

All right, all right.
All right, all right, all right.

How did she take it?

Well, she ain't soft.

I don't think empty threats
gonna get the job done.

All right. I'll take care
of her from here on out.

What I need from you

is to put a muzzle
on your father.

Is that something
that you can do?

Uh-huh.

I thought for sure
this was over.

That you'd cut me loose.

Never hear from you again.

Well, I told you
I'd be there with you.

You remember?

I will.

But listen to me.

From here on,

you just can't trust anyone.

Because when
push comes to shove,

all anybody cares about
is saving themselves.

You know that.

Louie.

Out of surgery.

They say they got her stable.

Thank God.

Mom inside?

She left as soon as she
found out Louie was cool, so...

Jerome?
-Yeah.

You want to come on back?

Y'all get ready. The minute
I finish sitting with her,

we gonna get
these m*therf*ckers.

I've been paging you.

My bad, I was... busy.

What do you have?

Black Diamond and Dallas.

That's who Khadijah was with.

Never heard of 'em.

Used to be dancers,
if you can believe that sh*t.

Now they straight hustlers.

In it for the cash.

But they're dangerous.

And something else I heard
while I was asking around.

Uh-huh?

You know Manboy been
after your plug?

Everybody want the hookup.
It ain't no secret.

Yeah, but apparently Drew been
leaning into it heavy.

Boy borderline obsessed.

Drew has, huh?

Yeah.

Where you going with this?

I thought if you wanted to avoid
a w*r, there might be a way.

Make a deal with Manboy.

Agree to offer him the plug.

In exchange,
he talks Khadijah down.

Brokers peace.

Tianna was his niece.

You think he gonna let
that sh*t go for a plug?

Y'all know Drew.

He a businessman.

Ain't nothing more important
to him than his money.

And he's the only person
on this earth

who might be able
to talk Khadijah down.

Let me think on it, hmm?

Mm-hmm.

Even if that m*therf*cker agree,

if he get the plug,

we can't trust
he gonna keep his word.

No, we can't.

Can't trust any of it.

-f*ck.
-What?

Whatever happens,
keep Jerome here.

All right?
I'll be back.

Okay.

Peaches!

Go get the car.

All right.

Head home and make the call.

Tell Drew I'll make the deal.

All right?

Got some sh*t I got to do.

But page me once it's done.

I'll see you later.

I love you, Louie.

Quiet, quiet, quiet.

I know that you think
you're doing the right thing.

You're not.

Tomorrow you'll wake up.

Next time you won't.

How is she?

She all f*cked up, man.

She got tubes,
f*cking wires coming out of her.

She barely look
like herself, man.

-Come on.
-Hold on, what you want to do?

f*ck you mean,
what I want to do?

I want to roll down
to the g*dd*mn projects.

Get the straps.

Get the head-hunting n*gg*s.

k*ll every m*therf*cker in
that g*dd*mn barbershop, n*gga.

-Every g*dd*mn n*gga
that we see.
-All right, Jerome. I hear you.

But Franklin want us
to wait here.

f*ck Franklin, n*gga.

They sh*t my baby up, man.

Now come on.
Come on, man.

-Yeah?
Okay.

He'll give you the plug.

You just got to convince him
you're gonna get

your sister to back down,
then just

stall Khadijah long enough
to make it seem real.

How soon?

First I want
the rest of my money

and your promise
my brother gonna be okay.

I promise.

And just so you know,
Jerome and his folks

talking a lot of sh*t.
Gonna come at you tonight.

Let 'em come.

They funeral.

Hey, T.

♪ Ooh...♪

♪ Ooh...♪

How long you been playing me?

Huh?

♪ Ooh...♪

♪ That's how He works♪

♪ That's how♪

♪ The good Lord♪

♪ He works♪

♪ That's how
the good Lord works♪

♪ That's how the good Lord
works♪

♪ That's how
the good Lord works♪

♪ That's how He works♪

♪ That's how the good Lord
works♪

♪ That's how
the good Lord works♪

♪ That's how the good Lord
works♪

♪ That's how He works♪

♪ We must not question
the good Lord♪

♪ Have faith in God
and trust His words♪

♪ We don't know how,
we don't know when♪

♪ To see this day♪

♪ When we shall serve♪

♪ Ooh.♪

Either you let
the system destroy you...

or fight it.

It's not an easy job,
what we do.

The good ole USA.