01x01 - A Long Time Coming

[bunniefuu]

["Sending My Love" playing]

♪ If I could mail my heart ♪

♪ Right to you, I would ♪

♪ I'd pack it up ♪

♪ Seal it tight ♪

♪ And I'd send it overnight… ♪

Let's go upstairs.

-Guess it's about that time.
-[chuckles]

Come here.

["Sending My Love" continues]

[chuckles]

♪The look in your eyes astound me… ♪

We just wanna use the bathroom, my guy.

There's four bathrooms downstairs.
Use one of them.

-Brother, what's your name?
-Marcellus.

Marcellus. Hey.

You know how it is.
We just need a little privacy.

It's just me, my lady,

and my boy, Benji.

Give us five minutes.

Ben stays with you.

♪ Sending my love… ♪

[Marcellus] I got you, my brother.

Follow me.

Hey, Marcellus. Can we use this one?

Five minutes.

You got five. Don't be in there
acting like you're on OnlyFans.

[chuckling]

Hey, appreciate you, Black man.

-He said "OnlyFans." [laughs]
-[Ebony giggles]

-[beep]
-On the clock.

[suspenseful music playing]

Oh, baby, take it off.

Girl, you gotta help me.

-[thud]
-[Ebony] Ooh! Ooh!

-[furniture banging]
-[Coltrane] Oh sh*t.

[suspenseful music continues]

Jam it.

[beeping]

-[thuds]
-Ooh, baby, be careful.

[whispering] Be careful.

[suspenseful music continues]

Excuse me, sir.
You don't have a condom, do you?

I thought I brought one,
but we can't seem to find it anywhere.

No, and if I did, I'd keep it for me.

A n*gga got a life too.

Guess we'll just have to risk it.
[chuckles]

["Ambition for Cash" playing]

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, b*tch, I'm in my bag ♪

♪ Yeah, bag, yeah, bag, b*tch
I just made a bag ♪

♪ Yeah, bag, yeah, bag, b*tch
I just made a bag ♪

♪ Yeah, bag, yeah, bag
Yeah, bag, a big bag ♪

♪ Yeah, n*gga, I got a real
Real addiction for this cash ♪

-♪ Yeah, n*gga ♪
-♪ I got a real ambition for this cash ♪

♪ Thirteen years old
With a shoe box stash ♪

♪ I'm always up to somethin'
Never sittin' on my a*s ♪

♪ n*gga, this Glizock
Got my skinnies saggin' ♪

♪ n*gga, I tote that Glizock
With a passion ♪

-[woman moaning]
-[R&B music playing over speakers]

[moaning continues over speaker]

g*dd*mn, he wearing it out.

[moaning continues over speaker]

[exhales]

[whispers] Three minutes.

[man 1] Whoo, look at that.

[man 2] I know it hurts.
I'm sorry, guys, but it's my party.

Bring it in.

[tense music playing]

[g*ns c*ck]

[Coltrane] Don't do anything stupid.

These g*ns are real,
and our intent is malicious.

[Deon] Hands behind
your f*cking back, hurry up!

[Stro] Everybody calm the f*ck down!
Get your m*therf*cking a*s on the ground.

[Deon] Hands, m*therf*cker!
Didn't you just hear what I said?

[tense music continues]

What are you doing?
Just let them have the money.

[Stro] Don't f*cking move.

-b*tch. [grunts]
-[Stro] Be nice, man.

[Deon] The f*ck?

[moaning continues over speaker]

-[banging on door]
-[Marcellus] Time's up!

-[moaning stops]
-We're almost done.

[recorded moaning resumes]

[Deon] Hey, Tinker Bell.

[tense music continues]

Yo, my n*gga, is that a Patek?

-I need that, cuh. This my C-day.
-[Coltrane] We have what we came here for.

-Thirty seconds!
-[Deon] Hands.

Hey, it's mine, cuh.

[recorded moaning continues]

[buzzing]

-We just need a few more minutes.
-No, ma'am, it's time to go.

Come on. Come on.

[Choi] We're good.

[Coltrane] We're out.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Stro] Clear.

["Grinding All My Life" playing]

♪ All my life, been grindin' all my life ♪

♪ Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price ♪

♪ Want a slice, got to roll the dice ♪

♪ That's why all my life
I been grindin' all my life, look ♪

♪ All my life, been grindin' all my life ♪

-♪ Yup ♪
-♪ Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price ♪

-♪ Whoa ♪
-♪ Want a slice, got to roll the dice ♪

♪ That's why all my life
I been grindin' all my life, look ♪

[recorded moaning continues]

[banging on door]

[Marcellus] All right, y'all gotta go now.

-[sighs]
-[banging on door]

[banging on door]

[suspenseful music playing]

[lively R&B music playing over speakers]

Big dog.

This is for you, my brother.

My guy.

[beeping]

[music fades]

["Black Superman" playing]

♪ I hit the loose juice
Ed pulls up in the deuce ♪

♪ He gives me the scoop
About the fake-a*s truce ♪

♪ And how n*gga's out there wanna play ♪

♪ I take another hit of the wet
And then I blast away ♪

♪ I'm a walking dead man
Is what they call me when I'm comin' ♪

♪ Got the big S on my chest ♪

♪ So I'm kinda gunnin'
High-powered on my way to the West Side ♪

♪ To check upon on some chickens
It's a hell of a drive ♪

♪ So crime fighting's what I do
And n*gg*s in my crew don't take lightly ♪

♪ To you bustas
And so we say, "f*ck you" ♪

♪ I'm hangin' with the click
And we in demand ♪

♪ I feel good that the city of angels
Call me Black Superman ♪

♪ Now everybody sing ♪

♪ Black Superman ♪

[music stops]

[man] m*therf*cking one time.

I didn't do it, officer.

You want a hit?

You must've forgot,
it's the first of the month.

-Gonna see that doctor I told ya to go to?
-Nothing wrong with me, except being old.

No pill you can give me to fix that sh*t.

I don't even know why I try with you.
You ain't ever gonna listen.

I gotta go, Amos. I'm waiting on a call.

Missing kid who needs my help
way more than you do.

How long you gonna keep running around
with that badge hanging on your neck?

For some of these young n*gg*s,
a m*therf*cker like you would be a trophy.

Yeah, they gotta catch me first.

Best retire from these streets
before these streets retire you.

Like it did me.
You ain't built like me, n*gga.

First of all,
the streets ain't retired you.

You got caught.
You went to jail where you belong.

And you're right, I ain't built like you.

-You know who was built like you?
-Don't start with that sh*t again.

-What the f*ck do you want from me?
-I want my brother back.

Only God can do that sh*t,
and he's busy, n*gga!

[cell phone rings]

What do you got for me?

You know where the Alvarez girl
is at right now?

Send me the address. I'll be right there.

[call ends]

You off to play hero?

Bye, Dad. See you next month.

[tense music playing]

-[girl screaming]
-[man] Shut the f*ck up.

[Stiles] LAPD! Where's the girl?

[both grunting]

[intense music playing]

[yells]

[grunts]

[yells, grunts]

-I said, "Where's the f*cking girl," huh?
-[c*ck g*n]

[girl] Help!

[man] Whoever the f*ck's in there,
I'll k*ll this b*tch!

[girl] Help!

Hey, I got him, Stiles. Go!

Give me a reason, pendejo.

[girl screams and cries]

This don't have to go bad for you.
Just let the girl go.

f*ck you!

[in Spanish] My love, look at me.
Look at me.

I'm a policeman. It's all gonna be okay.

You're going to go home
and see your mama and daddy.

[in English] Move! Or this little kunem
gets a b*llet, m*therf*cker.

-I'm getting out of here now!
-You know who her father is.

There ain't no place on Earth
you can hide after this.

-[in Spanish] It's okay, baby.
-English, m*therf*cker!

I don't know who put you up to this,
but you are on a crash-out mission.

Straight expendable.

You have a choice to make.

Let the girl go,
then tell me who hired you to take her.

Witness protection, protective custody.
I can arrange that for you.

You can make yourself a new life.

Or I can end your life.

Right here.

You make the call.

[tense music continues]

[girl screams]

Come here.

-[in Spanish] Don't look.
-[door opens]

[in English] You all right?

Hey! Got the Alvarez girl back, I heard.

Nice work, Lieutenant.

[man] Good work, Lieutenant.

Guy's a prick.

Anyways, last night, four-man crew
dressed as 1920s bank robbers.

They hit a Halloween benefit
in Beverly Hills.

Three of the guys walk out of the party
holding big bags with dollar signs.

In and out like pros.

They were pretty covered up,
but my witness said they sounded Black.

What was that?

-Look, I didn't mean nothing by it.
-I know you ain't mean nothing by it.

You a scary-a*s n*gga.

I'm gonna take that as a compliment.
I know that's how you intended it.

But this robbery though,
with the costumes. Y'all got any leads?

Yeah, we're checking out costume shops
all around the Southland.

Can't be that many places
to get 1920s bank robber outfits.

Y'all calling all the Party Cities to see
if these motherfuckersuse a credit card?

-Is that it?
-[scoffs] Got a better idea?

All due respect, Lieutenant,
I got this covered.

-They took something traceable, a watch.
-One watch?

Yeah, a rare $250,000 Patek Philippe,
an insured family heirloom.

And once it is fenced,

I got 'em.

They k*ll anybody?

Nope, but I'll find this crew.

Okay? They'll make another mistake.

And when they do, I'll bring them in.

Sure you will.

Guys like that don't make mistakes.

Please don't tell me

you think it's the same crew
you've been looking for.

Pinche urban white whale.
You and these f*cking ghosts.

Not ghosts, Cruz,
they're very f*cking real.

See how scared that dude was
when you walked in with the two?

m*therf*cking Clippers, man.
Straight a*s cheeks, cuh.

[Choi] How do you move with all
those bookies' hands in your pocket, bro?

Jealous men shouldn't pimp women,
and broke n*gg*s shouldn't gamble.

[laughing]

-f*ck out of here, cuh.
-Let me see that.

You stupid m*therf*cker.

-Ya couldn't help yourself.
-What?

Your baby uncle
stole that watch from the Halloween job.

Oh. Oh, this?
I figure I haven't sold it yet.

Might as well floss this m*therf*cker
and get some b*tches.

-Ain't you got enough b*tches, bro?
-[Coltrane] You must have got me confused.

My name may be Coltrane,

but I do not play improvisational sh*t
when it comes to jobs.

-You do it again, you're done.
-[Deon] , Man, f*ck that.

You may be in charge,
but we all contribute to this crew.

Last job we pulled was in March.
It's f*cking November, n*gga.

Now, I may not be as educated as you,
but I know math.

And right now, I got one, two,
three, four, five, six mouths to feed.

Plus half my mama's bills,
minus seven months of this bullshit.

You know what that equals?

A broke m*therf*cker
who can't even get his gamble on.

'Trane knows we behind schedule,
but we need to chill.

Nah, f*ck that, nephew.
Chill don't pay the bills.

We all know why we ain't been working.

And you know what, I get it. You was going
through some real personal sh*t.

What I'm not about to do is let no n*gga
tell me how to eat when I'm starving.

This n*gga owes us.

He speaking for all of you?

[tense music playing]

Deon's not wrong, 'Trane.

A'ight, now it's on you to make us whole.

We need two more jobs
in the next two months.

-Don't f*cking sell that watch.
-n*gga, I know!

f*ck it, sh*t,
just give me my cut from Halloween.

This n*gga mad. [scoffs]

-[Choi] Why you always doing dumb sh*t?
-[Deon] What you talking about?

-[Choi] Let me see that sh*t.
-[Deon] You just mad because… Look.

This sh*t nice, right?

[sighs]

[melancholy music playing]

[sniffs]

[g*nshots echoing]

[Stiles] Manny, you got him?

-[man gasping and groaning]
-[dramatic music playing]

This is 1K20. Officer down.
Officer needs help.

-[Manny breathes shakily]
-God!

[voice breaking] Come on, man.

Please. Come on, man. Manny!

[Sealy] Stiles!

[music fades]

Heard you got the Alvarez girl.

Great work, Isaiah.

I know how
these m*therf*ckers think, Jimmy.

Growing up where you did, how you did,
that makes you good police.

Yeah.

Make you a great captain
when I retire at the end of the year.

But that secret board you got
behind your desk ain't helping the cause.

-Viggiano's case.
-Oh.

The Beverly Hills robbery.
It fits the pattern.

We've been through this before, Isaiah.
There's no pattern.

No pattern is the pattern, Jimmy.

Four perps, at least two of them Black.

They hit high-end, high-level targets,

changing their MO every time
so we don't connect them.

I thought you said
they always use some kind of diversion.

Last night was the diversion.
Halloween in Los Angeles?

Parties, parades, crowd control?
No bigger diversion than that.

It fits the pattern.

But nothing's matched
your supposed pattern for seven months.

-It stopped cold.
-I think we were wrong.

I just don't understand
why they needed four guys

to steal a quarter-million-dollar watch.

-Something's off. sh*t's different.
-A different crew entirely, maybe?

Come on, Jimmy.

Hey, give me the Beverly Hills case.
Put Viggiano on ice.

You need to let Vig work his case.

Focus on your career.

You got phenomenal instincts.

-As captain, you--
-I don't want that sh*t, Jimmy.

I wanna bring these guys in.

-I can't do that stuck behind a desk.
-But what does Candace want?

Aren't you supposed
to be having dinner with her?

Oh, f*ck.

Yeah.

[tires screech]

["Rain" playing]

♪ Sometimes it's soft as a misty rain… ♪

-[Candace] Try harder, my a*s.
-[door unlocks]

I should've robbed a bank.
You'd have been here faster.

Made your favorite,
but not sure if it's still any good.

Lost track of time, baby.
You know what? I'm here now.

-[chuckles]
-Mm. Yay. How was work?

Oh, um…

-You don't wanna talk about my work.
-No.

Actually, you don't wanna talk about work.

But since it's all you think about,
there's nothing for us to talk about.

Okay. Uh…

Nine-year-old girl.

Paola Alvarez.

Kidnapped by some Armenian crash dummies.

Held hostage in a house in Hollywood.

I get into the house,

I, uh, disable the first guy.

Second dude wants to play games.

-Tried to get him to make the right call…
-Oh, babe, Isaiah.

[sighs] I'm so sorry.

Oh…

You always want these men
to make different decisions.

But not everybody's built like you, babe.

The little girl, Paola,
she's back home with her father.

Some big-time cartel guy. But, you know,
it's not her fault who her daddy is.

How do you know that about her father,
but not about your own?

His behavior's not your fault.

But you can't help taking it on.

Listen, Dr. Stiles,
this session's been great,

but I can no longer afford the copay, so…

You can't afford to keep treating our son
like your father treated you.

I ain't like that n*gga.

Different reason to run the streets,
different reason to own a g*n.

Same working hours.

Candace, I never lied to you
about who I am.

-You had options.
-Oh boy.

You could've picked the suit.
Could've been Mrs. Uptight m*therf*cker.

You and Malik aren't as different
from each other as you think.

But back in college, I didn't want him.

I wanted you.

I want you.

[scoffs]

On time.

Baby.

We can keep having
the same conversation over and over,

but it's never gonna go any different.

Can we skip to the end already?

Eat this incredible meal you prepared.

Enjoy ourselves.

Sure.

It's getting late.

-Let me heat up the chicken.
-Okay.

I'll go wash up.

Happy anniversary, by the way.

["Welcome to My World" playing]

[Stiles exhales]

-[Coltrane] Hey.
-[Ebony] Hi.

[Coltrane] Tonight,
I feel like celebrating.

Cash take was 1.7 million.

Wouldn't have happened without you.

Everything went off without a hitch.

All five of us.

We got in. We got out. Clean.

You were amazing last night.
You didn't miss a beat.

Felt good being in the moment with you.

Two of us, as a team again.

Like we were before.

Yeah, um, Coltrane, about last night.

I can't do that again.

I was terrified.

When you didn't
come through the door on time…

I was only seconds off.

Exactly, and if you'd run
into a real problem, I just…

But I didn't. And I won't.

You can't promise me that.

Look.

[Ebony exhales]

When we lost Zahir…

something inside me changed.

I just don't feel the way I used to feel.

Look, I want you to think
about what we said.

Remember we said we'd be out
once we had the baby?

We'd live a normal life,
not looking over our shoulders anymore?

That was our dream.

[Coltrane] Mm-hmm.

[sighs] We may not have our son,

but I'm not willing to let go
of that part of the dream.

Okay.

The guys are hungry, Ebony.

I have to make them whole.

We had March, but last night was only
the second job that we had this year.

Two more jobs. Two more jobs, that's it.

You and I can focus
on our future together.

Do you mean that?

I love you, Ebony.

I love you too.

Come here.

You're so beautiful.

Do you wanna go upstairs
and work up an appetite?

I thought you'd never ask.

[Ebony laughs]

["Ready" playing]

♪ I'm ready for something different ♪

♪ Cleansing my system ♪

♪ Tonight ♪

♪ Thought it was the final
But it's the arrival ♪

♪ Coming out the gate, with the wave
It's the tidal ♪

♪ Feel like a revival
Coming from inside of me ♪

Candace, baby.

This was delicious.

Mm. Well, I only cook twice a year,
so I'm glad it was edible at least.

Hey, we don't have
to clean up right away. You know?

Good night, Isaiah.

[poignant music playing]

[sighs]

[softly] All right.

Good night, Candace.

[poignant music continues]

Oh, sh*t.

[music turns melancholy]

[music fades]

-[gentle R&B music playing]
-[footsteps approaching]

[Stiles] Breakfast is in the oven.

Thanks, Dad.

-Hey, grab mine too, yeah?
-Yeah.

How was your game yesterday?

It was cool.

I had ten points.

-Three rebounds.
-Okay.

Five assists, though.

And a steal.

-Hey, good game, son.
-[chuckles]

Yeah.

Uh… would've been cool
if you had come through, though.

[Stiles] I saw your next home game
on the calendar. I'll be there.

Sure.

I'm giving you my word.

That sh*t means something. I'll be there.

Noah, go get ready for school.

-Can I…?
-Yeah.

Oh, look at Mom with the drip, huh?

Thanks for making breakfast.

Yeah, my pancakes are better than yours.

[snickers]

I'm sorry, Isaiah, about last night.

I wouldn't have taken that tone if…

Why didn't you just tell me
you remembered?

I had a different idea…
of how things would go.

[exhales] I hate we're like this. I…

-I hate it this way.
-I know.

♪ I can't imagine a world without you ♪

♪ I just wanna love you… ♪

[Candace] Oh, Isaiah, wow.

[both laugh]

-[exhales]
-I miss this.

-[cell phone buzzing]
-Babe…

[Candace sighs]

It's Jimmy.

[cell phone continues buzzing]

-[exhales]
-[buzzing continues]

-I gotta take it.
-[scoffs]

I guess I should get Noah to school.

[cell phone continues buzzing]

[door closes]

-Yeah?
-[Sealey] Morning, sunshine.

We need to meet.

Yeah.

You're not on the Halloween case.
But here's the file.

There's nothing there says
it's the guys you're looking for.

If there's security footage,
you'll get it for me, right?

-I'm gonna catch these m*therf*ckers.
-You ain't. There's no them to catch.

And when you don't manifest
these imaginary m*therf*ckers,

you're gonna ruin your rep
because you sound crazy.

Or lose your g*dd*mn badge
because you do something crazy.

I know what this sh*t is about, Isaiah.

What happened with Detective Shaw
was a g*dd*mn tragedy.

But we caught the son of a b*tch
responsible two years ago.

Tyrell Pope didn't k*ll Shaw.

We caught Pope with the m*rder weapon
in the same jacket as the suspect.

And he had the keys
to the distro in his possession.

It was handed to us, Jimmy.
On a f*cking platter, and we just took it.

Let it go!

It's over.

I'm vouching for you with the brass.

You need to go for captain.

Be home for dinner every night.

See your son.

[intriguing music playing]

-Boom.
-All right.

-We good now?
-We are more than good.

Wilder Holdings is now the proud owner
of its 15th shopping center in LA.

And this one's actually in your name.
No, uh, shell company this time?

I wanna keep this one on the books, Sam.

Ebony and I plan on keeping this property
in the community for the community.

-Mm-hmm.
-[cell phone rings]

[exhales sharply]

Is that the old Magic Johnson Theater?

My, my, how the neighborhood has changed.

Amazing.

Charlie, what's up?

I have that for you.
I'm just finishing up some business.

I'll see you there.

["Binz" playing]

[beep]

♪ Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh ♪

♪ Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh… ♪

Welcome back, Coltrane.

[Coltrane] 170K.

Your cut from the Halloween job.

You can come in now, Tanya.

[Coltrane] Miss Tinker Bell.

-You did good in there.
-Pleasure working with you.

Diamonds may be a girl's best friend,
but cash is for grown-a*s women.

[chuckles]

Now, speaking of grown-a*s women,
how's my little sister? She good?

-Getting back to work?
-Ebony was amazing on Halloween.

Just like old times, Charlie.

I'm glad to hear it.

Even though the two of you
can stop this double-life sh*t any time.

You can walk. You got enough money.

There's never enough
when it comes to money.

My crew went hungry while we were down.

They need to work,
which means I need another job.

So, I hope that file
is exactly what I think it is.

Six million in untraceable diamonds.
We'll take down 50 cents on the dollar.

So, three million bucks.

-Schematics?
-Downtown. Jewelry district.

Front for a money-laundering crew.
But there's a hurdle.

Stones are being held in 3 different safes

at three different stores back-to-back
on the same block.

It's not a hurdle.
That's a gauntlet, Charlie.

What's the timeline?

According to my source,
the stones will be gone in two weeks.

They're being held in even splits.

If you wanna ensure max payout,
you're gonna have to hit all three stores.

Mm-hmm.

Charlie, I'd like Ebony
to sit this one out.

-I got someone who can handle it.
-All right.

Ebony needs you, Coltrane.
Come back from this sh*t in one piece.

-You better keep your word with me.
-I never break my word.

Not to you, and not to Ebony.

She's all I have, Charlie.

Same here.

Expect my call.

[cell phone buzzes]

On my momma, momma.

The Clippers can't never cover
a n*gga's spread. Not never.

-What the f*ck?
-Focus up, Deon.

We need you fully present here.
We only got two weeks, gentlemen.

Two weeks?
That's faster than we usually move.

You wanted work, right?

Here it is.

Untraceable stones. Three locations.

-Even amounts in each.
-So we gotta hit all three.

If I'm looking at this right,

when we get to a third store,
they'll be expecting us.

Bang, bang. My kids need a new daddy.

Yeah, well, the way I see it,
there's only one way to get this job done.

["p*stol Grip Pump" playing]

♪ I was raised in the hood
Called what the diff? ♪

♪ Whether brothers in the hood
Be chivalrous ♪

♪ So I rest defense on my ligaments ♪

♪ p*stol grip pump on my lap, risking it ♪

♪ So life living it, never giving back ♪

♪ Too late for slipping… ♪

[Stiles] f*ck!

[tires screeching]

[intense music playing]

[man 1] Our boss
would like a word with you.

[tense music playing]

[man 2] Do you know who I am,
Lieutenant Stiles?

Miguel Alvarez.

Viejo Cartel.

My family is very grateful
for what you did.

I'm having a small dispute
about territory,

and things have escalated.

And you saving my daughter
from those animals…

You have to pardon me, Lieutenant,
I'm not used to thanking cops.

This is all brand-new.

I would offer you cash
as a token of my appreciation.

-I ain't taking sh*t from you.
-Exactamente.

[in English] And judging by the way
you k*lled that one mamón,

I would hire you.

You know the answer to that too.

So if I can't pay you
and I can't hire you,

all I can offer you is this.

If there's anything you ever need
that falls outside of your…

official purview,

contact me.

-So you owe me now?
-If that's how you wanna put it.

Negocio es negocio. Business is business.

Ernesto!

[sliding car door opens]

[tense music continues]

[music fades]

[Ebony] I ex*cuted the plan on Halloween,
but my heart was pounding.

I felt like I was gonna faint.

[chuckles] And so what?
That's when training and instinct kick in.

People either have it or they don't,
and you have it in spades.

No, I had it.

I'm not going back out there, Charlie.
I'm done.

Maybe you weren't ready yet.
You'll feel better next time.

There's not gonna be a next time.

-Coltrane and I have a dream.
-You livin' the dream.

You know how many girls want to find
Black f*cking Prince Charming?

-Get the house, the car, all that.
-Not you.

Hell no.

[both chuckle]

But you wanted that man, and I agreed.

He said he was going to build up
real estate business, pay taxes,

and make you look like an honest woman.

But I didn't want you to be one.

Ivy League, you're criminally minded.
You almost as smart as me.

A couple more scores,
you'll be back the way you were.

I don't think I'll ever be the way I was.

I just woke up one day,
and Zahir was gone.

That feeling of him
moving and kicking inside me was gone.

-Like it was never there.
-But you're still here.

I'm here, but I'm not the same.

I told Coltrane I'm done.

He promised me two more scores,
and that's it.

-We change our lives.
-[ominous music playing]

I never used to be afraid before.

What would I do without Coltrane alone?

No matter what happens to Coltrane,
baby sis, remember you have me.

You will never be alone.

'Trane don't take unnecessary risks,
and he don't make mistakes.

You can trust that.

["Same Day Service" playing over speakers]

Look, Deon knows he f*cked up.

And you know you, me, and him
been at this sh*t for 12 years now, right?

sh*t, Choi too. This is the family, man.

-This is the crew right here.
-The crew got rules, Stro.

You preaching to the deacon, playboy.

Don't forget, I helped you build this sh*t
and the f*cking rules that come with it.

Look, 'Trane.

♪I ain't layin' in no casket
Rather sleep without a mattress… ♪

I ain't gotta say this sh*t,
but I'm gonna say it anyway.

You already know
I ain't gonna ride without my uncle.

So if Deon's out, I'm out.

Keep an eye on him, man.

Because I'd rather pack this sh*t up now
and be done with our whole operation

than go back to the pen
and be cellies with that m*therf*cker

in a 6x8 cage for the next decade.
You feel me?

Say less. What you acting so scary for?

All right.

-These n*gg*s slap boxing and sh*t.
-Hey, you want to give me a hug?

[scoffs]

-Relax, bro.
-Come on.

I got you.

Yeah! Man, you were great out there.
Like m*therf*cking LeBron James.

I'm getting better every game.

You just got to keep working hard
because you got raw talent.

Remember that hard work beats talent
when talent doesn't work hard.

Yeah, no doubt. Thanks for coming.

-I told you I'd be there.
-[chuckles]

[phone chimes]

So what's your coach saying?

Uh… He's saying I need to keep working.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

But if I do, I got a good shot.

Okay, shot.

Shot at what? The league?

College scholarship for sure.

He doesn't want to get our hopes up
for more than that.

I hope you're not letting him
keep you from dreaming big, Noah.

Some m*therf*ckers assume,
they ain't make it, you can't make it.

You can do anything you put your mind to.

It just takes…

-Hard work.
-Hard work. That's right.

Hey, you want me to holler at him?

-I keep that blower on me now.
-Dad, I like my coach.

-I'm very persuasive.
-I like him, he good.

All right, say less.

Just that some people, man,
they, um, you know,

they think the path in front of you
is the path that they went down.

You make your own way.

When was the last time you saw Grandpa?
Is he good?

Same old man. He ain't changed.

I haven't seen him
in like three Christmases.

I don't understand why.

'Cause I ain't letting him
get anywhere near you.

-Just because you don't get along--
-It's not that, Noah.

-I just saw him. You know I pay his bills.
-Then why? Is it about your brother?

[sirens blaring]

-What's going on?
-You actually want me to find out?

-Yeah, I want to know.
-All right.

[radio beeping]

[police dispatch] One Adam 61, 415 group.
Shots fired.

Los Angeles Convention Center.

That 415 is, uh, disturbing the peace.
The group could be a mob.

1201 South Figueroa Street.
Respond code 3.

One Adam 61 en route.
Show me all available units. Code 3.

All units, better get there fast.
Whatever it is, it's big.

You need to go?

No, I ain't leaving, man.

They got that. I got you.

Tell me more about your team.

All right. Uh… We made the playoffs.

[suspenseful music playing]

[siren blaring]

[music stops]

[indistinct chatter]

Ah!

[electric door buzzes]

-[Stro] Peekaboo, n*gga!
-[Deon] Hands up.

Give me this sh*t. Clear.

-[taser crackles]
-[man screams]

[Deon] Back your a*s up, b*tch!

-Come around here. Come on.
-[Coltrane] Go to the back.

Keep it moving.
Hands where I can see them.

-[Stro] Hurry!
-[Coltrane] Do not talk.

[Deon] Hands behind your f*cking back.
What did I just say? Behind your back.

Give me your f*cking hands.

[Coltrane] Open the safe.

[Stro] Everybody move to the f*cking back!

Hurry up!
Don't make me repeat my f*cking self!

-[Deon] Get on.
-[Stro] Think I'm playing?

[Deon] What the f*ck's wrong with you?

-[man breathes heavily]
-[safe beeps]

[Coltrane] Good.

[tense music playing]

Hands.

Face down.

[man gasps]

[music intensifies]

[Stro] Be cool, you go home tonight.

-[Coltrane] You, come.
-[Deon] Just be cool.

-[Coltrane] Keep your mouth shut.
-[whimpering]

[Coltrane] To the door.

[electric door buzzes]

[Coltrane] Store two. Go.

[Stro] Move it.

[Coltrane] Move.

All right. Cut her ties.

[electric door buzzes]

[Stro] Slowly withdraw your weapon
and place it on the floor!

Slowly. Smart people live.
Dumb people die.

-[Coltrane] To the back!
-[Deon] In the f*cking bag.

-[taser crackles]
-[groans]

-Get on the ground.
-[Coltrane] Come here. Hey. Come here.

Come here, to the back with me.

Keep going. Go to the back.

Keep going. Keep going.
Keep going. Keep going. Keep going.

Stop. Listen.

Open it.

I-- I can't remember.

-[Coltrane] Listen. Hey. You got this.
-Okay.

[Coltrane] I need you to open it for me.

[Stro] Execute!

-[Deon] Execute!
-[Coltrane] Execute!

[buzzing]

[alarm blaring]

-[Coltrane] Calm down.
-Okay.

Calm down.

[officer] 211 in progress.
Jewelry district.

[Choi] Go time. We're on the clock.

Three minutes.

You balling. You keeping your grades up.

Good, man. What else is going on?

Actually, there is something
I want to ask you about.

There's this girl.

-Oh, yeah.
-[chuckles]

Her name is Jenae.
She's cute. She's smart.

I hit her up on Snap,
but I didn't really know what to say.

[officer] 211 in progress.
Jewelry district, 412 West 6th Street.

Units available to respond?

Seven minutes from here
with units at the convention center.

-What?
-The 415 I was telling you about.

Units are at the convention center.
Nobody's available to respond to the…

[suspenseful music playing]

-Dad.
-Excuse me, we need to pack up his food.

Wait. Dad.

I got to call you an Uber to get home.
I gotta work.

-He'll be here in five minutes.
-Wait.

I can't wait.
You'll be all right. I'll see you at home.

Whatever, bro.

-[car door closes]
-[engine starts]

-[engine revs]
-[siren blaring]

Two minutes.

[Coltrane] You can remember this.
You do this all the time.

Okay, you got this.

Slow is smooth. Smooth is fast.

You got this.

[safe door clangs]

There you go. That's good.

[Deon laughs] Hey,
it's showtime, m*therf*cker.



Who want to bet? You want to bet? [laughs]

[suspenseful music continues]

[Coltrane] Yeah.

Store three. Go.

[all screaming and grunting]

-[alarm blaring]
-[guard groaning]

[suspenseful music playing]

Move. Move. Move.

-[Stro] Get your a*s up! Get the f*ck up!
-[Coltrane] Move!

-[woman screams]
-[Stro] Get the f*ck up. Hurry up.

[Deon] On the ground.
Hands behind your back!

[Coltrane] Here. Move.

[Deon] Hands behind your f*cking back.

[Stro] Hey, get behind that f*cking desk!
I ain't f*cking playing with you!

[Coltrane] Open it.

-[Stro] Get your a*s down now! Now!
-[safe beeping]

[siren blaring]

Cruz, I need backup, 412 West 6th.

[Cruz] Stiles, ETA is 30 minutes.
Everybody's at the convention center.

I know, but I need backup now.

See if there's an air unit available.
The 211, it's them, Yvette. Trust me.

Just make the call. Please.

[horn honks]

Thirty seconds. Thirty seconds.

-[Deon] Hands behind your back.
-[Stro] Cover!

-[Deon] Hands behind your f*cking back.
-[Stro] Everybody take a deep breath.

Y'all gonna go home tonight.

[TV anchor] Another rough road loss
for LA Clippers

as they fall 105-97.

[Deon] m*therf*cking Clippers, cuh.

[suspenseful music builds]

-[screams]
-[g*nsh*t]

-[g*nsh*t]
-[Deon] Oh sh*t.

[Coltrane] f*ck.

[Stro] Get your a*s on the f*cking ground!
Now! It's gonna be over soon.

[Coltrane] Move.

[tires screeching]

[Deon] Hey, my bad, y'all.
I got distracted.

[Coltrane] And it almost got us k*lled.

[suspenseful music continues]

[siren blaring]

[Cruz] The convention center situation
was phony.

No. No, it was a distraction.

They knew the call-out
would draw every cruiser in the sector.

It gave them enough time
to hit all three stores.

The witnesses said the lead guy
hit the alarm in the second store.

If they're so smart,
why would he do that, hmm?

They locked themselves
in that second store.

Nah.

They locked us out.

They knew the bars would slow us down,
so they hit the alarm.

They create confusion.
They control the clock.

They knew exactly what to do
and how to do it.

Until something went wrong,
but they were even prepared for that too.

[Cruz] Okay, so then…

One man gave instructions.
One man zip-tied everybody.

-And one guy went straight to the safes.
-Yes, plus a getaway driver.

That's a four-man crew,
like I've been saying.

When they entered this threshold,

with weapons drawn,
they were looking at baseball numbers.

Then they commit a robbery
with that kind of weaponry.

That's football numbers.

But when these m*therf*ckers
k*lled those two guards,

that was it. They locked it in.
Life or better.

They didn't hesitate. They dropped them
and then left with the score.

-Any idea how much they got?
-Tsk.

That's the crazy thing.

No jewelry's missing.

No loose cash.

Everything's accounted for.

Why wouldn't they take anything?

They're disciplined.

We need to know what they came to get
and how the f*ck they knew it was here.

'Cause whatever it was, it was worth
this crew turning a 2-11 into a 187

on the drop of a f*cking dime.

These m*therf*ckers
showed zero hesitation.

Walked out of here
without a g*dd*mn trace.

Oh, f*ck.

If I had caught this crew
seven months ago,

these two men would still be alive.

If I caught them two years ago,

Detective Shaw
would still be here with us.

Stiles, it's not your fault this happened.

-And you don't know this is the same--
-No, it's them.

I f*cking know it.

[cell phone buzzes]

f*ck.

[sighs]

-[woman] You okay, Candace?
-[inhales sharply]

My husband.

He needs to get his priorities in order.

This right here is not it.

[woman] Yes,
I'm familiar with that feeling.

-[tense sting plays]
-You need a glass of wine.

Do you have Chardonnay?

-I got you, girl.
-Thank you.

-[exhales]
-[keypad clicking]

[grunting]

[yells]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[Ebony] Baby.

I am so glad you're home.

I want you to meet my friend
from the charity. She's just outside.

What's wrong?

What happened?

I'll be in the office for a bit.

Okay.

[poignant music playing]

[dramatic music playing]

[man on TV] We're downtown

at the scene of an armed robbery
turned double m*rder.

This is Lieutenant Isaiah Stiles.

He's with LAPD's
Robbery Homicide Division.

What can you tell us at this point?

Well, Rick, a group of four individuals,
three armed, one driver,

they robbed three jewelry stores
all on the same street.

Now, these perpetrators, they were
so determined to pull this job off,

they went as far as to blow out
a whole wall to get to the third location.

We have two confirmed dead at the moment.

That number is likely to rise as we deal
with injuries from the exploding wall.

We believe that this crime was committed
by a specific crew

responsible for multiple
highline armed robberies

throughout the Southland
involving multiple homicides.

They're dangerous.

We're gonna find them.

It's only a matter of time.

-[g*nshots echoing]
-[Stiles] Manny, you got him?

[dramatic music intensifies]

[Coltrane] Go! Go! Go! Go!

Listen, Rick, I'm gonna catch this crew,

and when I do,
your new life will be a maxed-out sentence

on 23-and-1-hour lockdown
in a Level 4 prison.

Before today,
you had all the options in the world.

Now you have two.

Jail or the morgue.

You make the call.

[Rick] That's it from downtown.
Let's go back to the station.

[dramatic music continues]