01x06 - The Die Is Cast

[bunniefuu]

[grunting]

-[tires screeching]
-[people screaming]

[car horns honking]

Come on, come on, come on!

Hey, hey, hey!

-[dispatcher] Copy that, unit 12.
-[people screaming]

[Brinkley] They're in the van!

[Cerullo] Get these people out of here.

[sirens wailing]

-[Choi] Clear!
-[woman] Oh my God! He's got a g*n.

Get down, get down! Get down!

[woman whimpering]

Come on. Down. Down, down, down, down!

[g*nf*re]

[b*ll*ts ricocheting off cars]

[heavy g*nf*re]

[police sirens wailing]

[b*ll*ts ricocheting]

-[gas hissing]
-[Coltrane] Smoke!

[heavy g*nf*re continues]

[grunts]

[Coltrane shouts indistinctly]

Go!

[Coltrane] Behind you! Bag!

-Hurry up!
-[Amos grunting]

[Coltrane] Coming up on your six!

On your six!

Overwhelm. Go!

-[Stro] Go.
-[heavy g*nf*re continues]

[Coltrane] Move!

[Stiles] m*therf*cker!

That's a big f*cking g*n!

-Fall back.
-[man] What the f*ck?!

[sirens wailing]

[g*nf*re continues]

[man yells]

Jesus f*cking Christ!

[tires screeching]

[glass shattering]

[grunts]

[Coltrane yells] f*ck you!

[yells]

[officer 1] Officer down!

-[grunts]
-[Coltrane] Not today.

[groans]

[Stiles] Brinkley, go, go!

[Coltrane] Fall back!

-[Stro] 'Trane, come on!
-[Amos] Come on!

[Coltrane] Let's go!

sh*t!

[heavy g*nf*re continues]

[Choi] I got you. I'll clear a path.

[screaming]

[grunts]

[Choi] f*ck you, b*tch!

[gasps]

[groans]

[officer 2 yelling indistinctly]

[officer 3] Watch out!

n*gga, what the--

You can bench me later!

For now, I'm covering you.
Let’s get this m*therf*cker!

-[Stiles] Wait! Riley! Riley!
-[grunts]

[Stiles] Riley!

-sh*t.
-f*ck!

Okay, listen.

When I give you the order, you cover me.

I'm going up one car over.

Okay?

-Alright, give it to him, give it to him.
-Move!

Go, go, go, go, go!

-[g*nf*re continues]
-Brinkley!

[dark music playing]

[grunts]

Brinkley!

[Cerullo] Fall back!

[groaning]

Hey, hey, hey! What's wrong?

-Officer down!
-[g*nf*re]

[Stiles] Brinkley, hey, Brinkley!

Look at me, Brinkley!
You're gonna fight. You're gonna live.

You fight, and you'll live.

[Stro] sh*t!

[screams]

Come on, n*gga!

[yells]

[Stro groans]

[intense music playing]

[g*nf*re continues]

[Coltrane] Stro. [grunts]

[Stro] Go.

[Coltrane] f*ck!

[g*nsh*t]

[grunts]

[siren wailing]

[officer 4] This is the police!

Drop your weapons
and surrender immediately!

You are surrounded!

[intense music continues]

[yells]

[car alarms blaring]

[sirens wailing]

[Stiles] Where the f*ck is he?

[helicopter whirring overhead]

[tense music playing]

[music fades]

[police sirens wailing distantly]

[alarm chirps]

[horns honking]

-[g*n c*ck]
-[Harper] Freeze, m*therf*cker.

[tense music playing]

Drop it.

[scoffs]

[Harper] Backup transpo.

Gold Honda Accord,
corner of Thayer and Verona.

Charlie says, "You're welcome."

[car approaching]

Looks like I got the wrong guy.

Sorry to have disturbed you, sir.

[Coltrane grunts softly]

[zips bag]

I tossed a duffel bag
in the alley dumpster around the corner.

Find it and burn it.

You have a nice day.

[indistinct police radio chatter]

[man] You guys got everything?

[Stiles] I need to talk to him.

[first responders chattering]

Two minutes.

Yep.

[slams door]

I thought your crew was smarter than this.

You're sh**ting cops in broad daylight.
That's the death penalty, n*gga.

And even if your boy Choi, if he lives,

both y'all about to get gassed up,

and that's if y'all even make it to trial,

'cause you know that jail
is a dangerous m*therf*cking place

for some cop K*llers.
You know that, right?

-[chuckles]
-[breathing rapidly]

Mm-mm.

I'll tell you what.
Maybe I can figure out a way

to get you into ISO
long enough to see trial.

I can do you that solid.

If you tell me…

where Nightmare is.

[dramatic sting plays]

Lawyer, m*therf*cker.

Yeah, I was hoping you'd say that.

[Stro grunting]

Tell me where Nightmare is.

[grunts]

Tell me where Nightmare is, Stro.

-[grunting]
-[monitor beeping rapidly]

Come on!

[Stro yells]

Tell me where Nightmare is!
I know this sh*t hurts, Stro!

-Come on, n*gga, tell me where he is!
-Whoa! Back up! You can't be doing that!

-Fine!
-Let's go!

[Stro panting]

You take real good care of this man.
We got plans for him.

f*ck you, n*gga!

[tense music playing]

[Coltrane] Where the f*ck you at, man?

[line dialing]

It's a g*dd*mn bloodbath.

[indistinct police radio chatter]

I got good police on the way
to the morgue.

Got even more headed to the ER,

where I got a bunch of innocent civilians
hit in the crossfire,

and I got the chief
crawling so far up my a*s,

I chipped a tooth on his cuff links.

What I don't got is a f*cking clue
of what happened here,

but I know you do because you told Yvette
to bring backup to this exact location.

And Vig, who is dead,
called me to tell me the same damn thing!

So talk!

I got a tip about Coltrane Wilder.

-We showed up. They started sh**ting.
-You saw Wilder?

-He was wearing a mask.
-Then you didn't see him!

I'm sick of this sh*t, Isaiah!
Who gave you the tip?

I can't say.

You can't?

Ain't this a b*tch?

After all the sh*t I done
protecting your a*s,

you're gonna do me like this.

You see all that blood on the ground?

All that blood is about to turn to sh*t.

Bionic type sh*t
because it don't roll downhill.

It runs uphill like a g*dd*mn Kenyan,
and I'm gonna be up to my neck in it

if I don't have answers!

I'm sorry, Captain.

I--

[Sealey inhales, exhales sharply]

You think he's gonna listen to me?

[Sealey] All right.

I'm gonna make this
real simple for you, Isaiah.

Either give me answers…

or give me your g*n and badge.

[clicks tongue]

[dramatic music playing]

[sniffs]

All right.

If that's how you're gonna play it,
get your a*s back to RHD for questioning.

IA's gonna wanna speak with you.

You're flying solo now, Isaiah.

Bon f*cking voyage.

[woman on TV] A citywide manhunt
for two cop K*llers is underway…

I'm telling you,
my Galil was spitting heat!

[laughs]

Dropping bombs, n*gga!

Sound like we brought World w*r 3
to the m*therf*cking streets of LA!

Yo, this sh*t all in my feed.

-Hey, yo. You like OJ and sh*t.
-n*gga, OJ only got two bodies.

I k*lled more police
than cholesterol, n*gga.

[laughing]

Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam! [laughs]

[chuckling]

Hey, yo, what the f*ck's funny, n*gga?

-Show some respect.
-[Scrilla] Respect?

[chuckles]

You think this Morgan Freeman-looking
m*therf*cker k*lled the police? [chuckles]

This janitor-looking n*gga
look like he can't take out the trash.

You done f*cked up now.

What, I'm supposed to be scared
of this puff of smoke in the onesie?

[laughs]

Think I'm too old to f*ck you up?

I think you're too old
to f*ck, period, OG.

-You probably can't--
-[grunting]

-Whoa!
-Jesus.

[dark music playing]

Looks like I got me some new threads.

[Amos chuckles]

Thought I said I needed a clean car
and someone to check on my house too!

Here.

Go get 50 Melo burgers
and every kind of shake they got.

f*cking n*gg*s up make me hungry!

[safe beeping]

[dramatic sting plays]

[ominous music playing]

[sliding door opens]

[music fades]

Isaiah?

Hey, uh…

Hey, you're-- you're home early.

[Stiles] Yeah, um…

I don't know. I don't know
how to tell you this, but, um…

My father, he was involved in a massive
shootout with the police this morning.

[somber music playing]

Amos? What…

Uh, just… look at this sh*t.

[woman on TV]
There are multiple, multiple casualties…

Oh, sh…

He shot Brinkley right in front of me.

Oh my God. Is… is Brinkley…?

No, he's in the hospital, but I can't go
because I gotta get Amos first.

If they get to him,
you know what they'll do.

sh**t first, ask questions never.

Okay, but is that really
why you wanna find him?

To save him?

I mean, I need to bring him in
for a whole lot of things.

Top of that list is
because he is the only one

who can identify the guy
who brought him into this sh*t.

It's the same guy that
I've been hunting this whole time.

The same guy who k*lled Manny.

Coltrane Wilder?

[tense music playing]

You think I wouldn't figure that out
after you raided Ebony's house?

Yes, yes. Coltrane Wilder,
who knew I was close to getting his a*s,

so he brought my father
into his latest crime to f*ck me up.

No, f*ck that. I'm…
I'm taking Noah to my father's house,

where things will be safe
until this all settles down.

Okay, yeah, that's good.
It's not safe until I find him.

I'm gonna call you later.

-I'm gonna figure it out.
-Sh…

Sure you'll figure it out.
I can't believe this. I can't believe…

[tense music continues]

[Candace exhales sharply]

[Ebony] g*dd*mn it, Coltrane.

It's all over the news.

-Things went a little left.
-A little?

I keep asking you,
and you keep giving me the same line.

"Everything's under control."
But that's not what I saw on the TV.

-Ebony…
-No, Coltrane, I'm done asking.

Now I'm telling you. It's time to go.

I'm getting on a jet with Charlie tonight
at midnight. You need to be on it too.

I'll be there.

There's one thing I need.
Put your sister on the phone.

Coltrane.

Please, Ebony.
I'll be on the plane. I just…

I need to talk to Charlie first.

[ominous music playing]

He wants to talk to you.

[Charlie] Hey.

We got this.

-What the f*ck happened?
-[Coltrane] It doesn't matter.

What matters is what happens now.

And right now I need to find the wheelman
and put him down.

I can't have a loose end
walking around the streets.

He's a cop k*ller.

Chances are they'll sh**t him on sight.
Let the LAPD do your job for you.

Charlie, I can't stake
my future on chance.

I gotta know for sure
he's never gonna talk.

Give me a name. I'll put my people on it.

[Coltrane sighs]

Help me help you, Coltrane.

Amos Stiles.

The cop's daddy?

You took what was already
a very high-risk job,

taking down a man
that could jeopardize both our futures,

and you decided
this was a good two-for-one opportunity?

It was worth the risk.

Nightmare's prints are
on the m*rder weapon.

When they find that,
Stiles' case against us crumbles,

along with his credibility
in the department.

He'll be completely compromised.
And we won't have to worry about Stiles.

It's a good f*cking plan.

What part of the plan
was getting in a shootout in Century City?

Unforeseen circumstances.
Listen, we reacted as best as we could.

And now I got word that Stro and Choi
are in the hospital.

And the guy you wanna take the fall
is in the wind.

-[hits horn]
-You don't think I f*cking know that?

I saw them both go down. I tried to…

I couldn't get to them.

That's why I need to finish this sh*t.
I need to carry out the plan.

No, the only plan you should have is being
at that OB-GYN appointment with Ebony

to solidify your alibi, and then
be on that jet tonight, all right?

I'll handle Nightmare.

-I'm already looking for Nightmare.
-Look, you have done enough, all right?

You need to act like citizen Wilder
while I handle this sh*t.

Focus on being there for my sister.

We good?

We good.

[suspenseful music playing]

[on phone] Stiles, it's Cerullo.
Brinkley is still alive, but critical.

Doctors are operating on him now.

And I'll keep you posted
if I hear anything else.

[rap music playing over speakers]

[Stiles] Where's Nightmare?

Oh, sh*t. This n*gga done lost his daddy.

[chuckles] Yeah, I'm not the one,
not today, not ever.

-Now move aside, man.
-Whoa!

Now I said your daddy ain't here,
so unless you got a warrant,

you're gonna have to take my word
on that sh*t.

I don't need no warrant.
Hear that loud rap music?

You know that's
the probable cause theme song, right?

Whoa.

You thought I'd pull a piece on you,
serve up some probable cause? Nah.

We some Blacktivist n*gg*s around here,

documenting police brutality
for these here streets.

Got the world watching.

Now, Mr. Police Officer,
what you think about that?

[rap music continues]

We live, baby.

[exhales]

[Coltrane] Hey, Mama.

Hi.

How's our baby?

I didn't think you were gonna make it.

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

[doctor] Glad you could be here.

We were just about
to begin the ultrasound. Ready?

Yeah.

[button clicks]

[sighs]

[fetal heartbeat thumping rapidly]

[hopeful music playing]

[exhales]

[laughs]

[rap music playing
over speakers distantly]

[grunts]

["Death Row" by Young Dolph playing]

♪ Take them heels off
Before you jump up in this drop, b*tch ♪

♪ She ask how much cost syrup in my cup
That's a lot, b*tch ♪

♪ Ain't no more purple
So I'm drinkin' yellow snot, b*tch ♪

♪ Got some choppers
Got a plug, then I got rich ♪

♪ Cashed out on three Lamborghinis
Just to pop sh*t ♪

♪ I brought the millions to the circle
n*gga, mob sh*t ♪

♪ I pray to God my son don't get cursed
For some sh*t I did ♪

♪ I hit 'em in the chest
And tell 'em that the world his ♪

♪ I put it all on the line
'Cause I'm a gambler, n*gga ♪

♪ Just bought my brother
A motherfuckin' Phantom, lil' n*gga ♪

♪ I kidnapped this b*tch
She let her phone stay dead for 3 days ♪

♪ I just poured a eight
Of Wock' Wock' in a pitcher of Kool-Aid ♪

♪ My barber get a hundo
Every time I get a new fade ♪

♪ Blue Aventador
Blue diamonds at the Blue Flame… ♪

[man] f*ck!

[men bickering indistinctly]

[line dialing]

[cell phone buzzing]

I, uh… I have to take this.
I'll be right back.

[indistinct chatter]

[cell phone continues buzzing]

-["Death Row" continues]
-♪ I could never, ever chase a b*tch… ♪

I'm gonna find him,
and then I'm gonna take you down.

Not if I find him first.

[ominous music playing]

[music fades]

[Ebony] Oh, wow.

[chuckles]

So everything looks okay?

Well, it's early, but all indicators point
to a healthy full-term pregnancy.

[exhales]

Look. All the tests are coming in
with flying colors.

Here are your screening results.

[inhales sharply]

What's this? It-- It says,
"Decision to terminate prior pregnancy."

What decision?
I thought we had to do it.

Well, there was a placental abruption,

which posed a significant risk
to your life, but it was a choice.

I… I told you this
as you were coming out of the anesthesia,

but perhaps
things are a little foggy for you.

Because you were unconscious,
and your husband wasn't present,

your sister made the decision
to terminate the pregnancy.

[tense music playing]

My sister?

She didn't tell you?

[door opens]

Forgive me. I have to leave.

Oh, it's okay. Um, we were just finishing.

Thank you.

Coltrane. I--

Ebony.

Just be on that plane tonight.

I will.

[ominous music playing]

[woman on TV]
We have just received the identity

of one of the injured police officers.

Detective Jamel Brinkley
was shot at the scene

and is currently in critical condition
at Cedars-Sinai…

[Noah] I… I don't understand.

Detective Brinkley was just at our house
for Thanksgiving with Grandpa.

There's no way Grandpa would have
done that, sh**t police.

Noah, honey, maybe you don't know
Amos as well as you think.

I know him better than you.
I've been going over his house for weeks.

-What?
-You don't watch him closely enough.

You wouldn't let me see my own grandpa,
so I have to sneak over.

And I know he wouldn't do
what they're saying.

Okay, Noah, this is nothing new for Amos.

Your other grandfather has been involved
in gangs and crime his whole life, son.

He's… He's changed. He's not like that.

Amos' character
can't be learned in just a few weeks.

You need to look at a man's whole life
to know who he is.

-[Candace] Daddy.
-It is time he knew the truth about Amos.

Now is not the time.

[Otis] Candy. Candy.

The boy's ready.

You know Amos
was involved in the life, right?

But he wasn't just another banger.

No, what you have to understand

is that he got that name Nightmare
for a reason.

He was a violent man who brought
his own son Josiah into the g*ng.

He was even proud of the fact
that he got the nickname Little Nightmare,

proud that Josiah was becoming violent
just like his daddy.

But that life only ends in two ways,
and Amos knew that.

What ways?

Dead or in jail.

Unfortunately for Josiah,
it was the former.

Nightmare took him on a robbery,
and while he was inside the house,

Josiah was shot dead
by a rival g*ng in the car.

Nightmare came out sh**ting,
but it was too late.

Ended up fulfilling
the other fate of a banger.

That's what put him in jail.

That's how his son got k*lled.

That's the kind of man Amos is.

Someone who cared more about g*ng life
than he did his own family.

[Candace] Look, sweetie,
that's why your father tries so hard

to be different than his father.

-"He tries." Wha-- Please.
-Mom, not helping.

She's right. He… He's not different.

-He's just like him.
-Noah.

He care more about all his cop sh*t
than his own family. They're the same.

Am I gonna be like him?

Is every man in this family f*cked up
just in a different way?

-Language!
-Noah, listen to me.

[poignant music playing]

Amos is his own man.

Your father is his own man.

We all make choices
about what kind of man we're gonna be.

So it's up to you, Noah.

You get to decide
what kind of man you're gonna be.

[suspenseful music playing]

[speaking in Samoan]

[in English] Why you at my spot?

-Peace offering.
-f*ck your peace offering. I'm on duty.

You know a sixer is like a f*cking
amuse-bouche to your Samoan a*s. Come on.

What the f*ck you want, Stiles?

You're making me lose my appetite,
and that's hard to do.

-I know I f*cked up.
-f*cked up big time.

-You don't owe me anything.
-Damn right.

But you know about that sh*t
at Century City.

I am this close to catching
one of the shooters and I need your help.

Hey, he's an old OG.

-He'll try to bust out the country.
-How you know that?

That's what I would do
if I was in the kind of sh*t he's in.

Come on, Ika.

You know players in the trafficking game
who f*ck with the bangers. I need names.

You need to go home.

I heard your a*s was suspended,
and this here's my celebration dinner.

Ika.

The sh**ter is my father.

It's Nightmare.

That's f*cked up, Stiles.

-That's real f*cked up.
-Yeah.

[somber pensive music playing]

[music fades]

I appreciate you.

If anybody else comes to you,
let's just keep this to yourself.

Hey.

He may be your pop,

but he's a cop k*ller.

He needs to get got.

Anybody come and ask for names,
they gonna have 'em.

Now get the f*ck out of my face.

Hey.

You go.

That stays.

Hey, did something happen to Isaiah?

[Cruz] Nothing yet, I hope.

But I wanna keep it that way,
so I need to know where he is.

I saw him at the house a few hours ago,
but I haven't heard from him since.

Shouldn't you be with him
trying to find the shooters?

Stiles has been suspended, Candace.

What--? What do you mean suspended?

Sounds like he didn't tell you,
which shocks nobody.

Stiles was suspended and sent back to RHD
for questioning, but he never showed.

Now, whatever he's doing out there
is off book and unsanctioned.

It's only going
to make it worse for him and you.

Now, if you hear from him again,
you need to give me a call, okay?

I gotta go. Bye.

f*ck.

Candace doesn't know anything.

I'm scrubbing through local CCTV footage.

Uh, you do that Gen Z millennial sh*t
and check social media.

Yeah. On it, Captain.

I don't f*cking believe it.

You know who that is?

That's Amos Stiles.

-No, that's a f*cking "Nightmare."
-[dramatic sting plays]

Let's go. You drive.

["Affirmations" by Flippa T
playing over bar speakers]

Can't bring that in here, old timer.

This goes where I go.

Tell Earl Nightmare's at the door.

♪ Hype me up, hype me up ♪

♪ Hype me up ♪

♪ I hype me up… ♪

Just because you're young
don't mean you gotta be dumb.

Make the call. Live another day.

[Earl laughing] Oh, man.

-Whatever happened to Big Head Bobby?
-[Amos] He's been dead.

b*tch shot his a*s.

Wasn't the b*llet that k*lled him.
n*gga's brain just got too much oxygen.

[laughing]

Those were different times, man.
We was wild in the streets.

Oh, g*dd*mn right!

But you-- you--
you was always a slick m*therf*cker.

[chuckles]

Ain't no surprise you built all this
while I was on the inside.

Lot of blood, sweat, and tears
in this place.

Not your blood, I bet.

-sh*t, man, you know me.
-["Yeah Glo!" by GloRilla playing]

Sometimes the old ways are the best way.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

So tell me.

What you come around here for
after all this time?

I need to get south.

I heard you got that
real quiet-type import-export service

out of Mexico that I require.

You heard right.

But I ain't no border coyote
working for pesos and sh*t.

What I offer is top shelf. So you want
that platinum package? I got that.

But it's gonna cost you,
history or no history.

I'm a business n*gga now.

♪Maybach and G-Wagon trucks… ♪

And I'm a motivated n*gga.

A lot of cash and very little time.

Say no more.

You've come to the right place.

I slip you down to Guadalajara,
get you a new ID.

Chill you out in a fresh hacienda
for a couple of weeks.

Push you down south to a country
where the dollar can definitely holla

and the long arm of Johnny law
will never reach your old a*s.

All you gotta do
is talk to my guy later on tonight.

Till then, enjoy the amenities.

♪ Stomp a lil' p*ssy h*
With some shell toes ♪

♪ Yeah Glo! Slappin' rap b*tches… ♪

[bartender] Here you go, baby.

[ominous music playing]

[door opens]

[music crescendos]

What the f*ck are you doing here?

No one has proof
you're involved in this sh*t,

but if they see you here,
that's a big red flag.

We both want the same thing.
Nightmare dead.

But it's us versus the entire LAPD,
so we need to work together on this.

That wasn't the plan.

Stiles changed the plans.
So you find Nightmare,

I k*ll him,
and you bag a body and a promotion.

[car doors close]

sh*t!

Let's go out the back. I'll head them off.

[music fades]

[Sealey groans]

We could try Stiles' house.
Maybe look around the back.

Captain, Cruz. I saw the car pull up.

Harper, what are you doing here?

Earlier today, I saw something
that didn't sit right with me.

Stiles had a shot at one of the suspects
and didn't take it.

He left the scene
before I could talk to him.

And he wasn't at his house, so I looked up
the residence of his next of kin.

Looked around back,
but there's nobody here.

It appears one of the shooters
is Stiles' father,

Amos Stiles, aka, Nightmare.

-Could be why he didn't take the shot.
-[Harper] sh*t.

Guess that makes sense with what I saw.

Right now we need to focus
on finding Nightmare, not Stiles.

Then I want in.

Those men k*lled my partner.
I wanna be there when we take him down.

Fair enough, but you and me are gonna have
a sit-down when we get back.

You should have called it in.
You shouldn't be out here without backup.

Saddle up. You're riding shotgun.

No, I'll ride in the back. He's the boss.

So, if you were an old gangster
on the run, what would you do?

I'd try to get to Mexico
through one of my old contacts.

Call Ika Matangi in g*ng Unit.
He knows the players.

[line dialing]

Hey, Matangi. Yeah, it's Cruz. I--

How'd you know why I was calling?

Yeah, thanks.

Stiles just got this name off of him.

Just can't stop digging.

Earl Hayes.
He used to run with Amos back in the day.

Mm, I know exactly where to find him.

[ominous music playing]

[cell phone buzzes]

[line dialing]

Tanya, does Lotta still work at that club?

[woman] Lotta, where your a*s going?

I'm taking my smoke break.

["Fast Money" by Drewbyrd
playing over speakers]

Wait, wait, wait. Over there.

♪ Fast money, fast whips, it's the life
I had to go and get it… ♪

[metal detector beeping]

-I gotta pat you down, player.
-Don't touch me. No need.

-I'm a cop.
-Okay, cop, let me see your cop badge.

-I must have left it in the car.
-Ah.

No badge, no g*n.

["Put It On Da Floor" by Latto
playing over speakers]

♪ Shh, be quiet, lеt me pop off ♪

♪ Leave thе club sloppy drunk
Come home and get my rocks off ♪

♪ Heard "b*tch from Da Souf"
He tryna see me knock his socks off ♪

♪ Told them b*tches, "Meet me at the top"
Think they got lost ♪

♪ I'm on go like Grizz ♪

♪ She thought I would kiss her a*s… ♪

You must be a really good cop
to find me here.

I'd be proud if you weren't the last
m*therf*cker I wanted to see today.

Come on.

Let's have a sit.

♪ But sh*t is not a joke ♪

♪ Say she got a problem
Imaginary smoke ♪

♪ b*tches said it's up
Then put it on the floor ♪

♪ I done done it all
Feel like Shawty Lo ♪

♪ Laughin' to the bank
But sh*t is not a joke… ♪

Yeah, I always knew you wasn't sh*t,
but never pegged you to be a sucker.

Coltrane used you to get to me.

See?

It's always been your f*cking problem,

going around
thinking everything's about you.

Oh, you must be forgetting sh*t
in your old age.

Who's been supporting
your broke convict a*s all these years?

That's been me.

I pay your rent, n*gga. I pay your bills.

$327,556 dollars. That's how much I spent
trying to keep you off these streets.

Now I see you out there
in broad daylight sh**ting cops?

Cut me off,
said I was nothing but a criminal,

so I went out and did some criminal sh*t.

Now I gotta bring you in to answer
for that too, or else I'm f*cked.

Suddenly, me being a step ahead,
it looks different.

Looks like I'm part of this sh*t.
Is that what you want?

♪ Laughin' to the bank
But sh*t is not a joke… ♪

You hate me that much?

If not, you need to ID Coltrane.

♪ I done done it all, feel like Shawty Lo
Laughin' to the bank… ♪

You snatched Josiah's chain from my neck

because you know
that's the most important sh*t I own.

See, Josiah knew.

He knew a real man don't snitch on nobody.

A real man protects his family.

That's something you never understood.

Josiah found it out the hard way.

["Mad Again" by BunnaB
playing over speakers]

♪ I got these b*tches mad again… ♪

[Earl] Cops is out front,

so I hate to break up
this touching family reunion, Nightmare,

but you, out the back.

♪ I'll make him eat me through the pants ♪

♪ Stay on her mind
She keep stalkin' like a spy… ♪

-Amos.
-Whoa.

I can't have you and your pop
sh**ting it out in the parking lot, so…

if you could sit tight for a spell.

♪ I'm all on your n*gga face
I might twerk a lil' bit ♪

♪ This your n*gga
But he f*ck' with the jit ♪

♪ She like, "Drop the lo'"
But I am not tryna hit… ♪

Or you can head on out the front door.

But you're a cop without a badge.

Something tells me
you don't play well with your friends.

♪ Beefin' 'bout some ba*ls
Hell nah, let's just compare bankrolls ♪

♪ Got him on his knees ♪

♪ Ain't talkin' 'bout ring
He ain't propose♪

♪A-ha, a-ha ♪

♪ b*tch, I took your h* ♪

♪ You ain't like that ♪

♪ Said he was yours
Tryna see why yeen got him back ♪

♪ Break his pockets, give me money
Make him drop racks ♪

♪ Should've never gave it up so fast
Why you let him smack? ♪

[woman on TV]
Tonight, we continue our coverage

of the deadly sh**ting in Century City,

where authorities are piecing together
what led to the chaos…

Candy. Here, sweetie.

Thank you, thank you.

What do you think will happen
if Isaiah were to catch up with Amos?

You don't think
he'd sh**t his own son, do you?

[scoffs] God only knows
what a Stiles man would do.

[sighs]

I just wish that he would call,
so I just would know he's safe.

-Okay. All right.
-[sighs]

-Sit.
-Mom.

Please have a seat.

Please.

Do you hear yourself right now?

You are a grown-a*s woman acting like
a schoolgirl waiting for some boy to call.

No, no, let me tell you something.

While you are sitting here
thinking and stressing over Isaiah,

he is out there running the streets
doing God knows what,

but you know
the one thing he is not doing?

'Cause I can tell you.

He is not thinking about you.

Now what you need to be thinking about
is a good divorce attorney.

-Mom.
-Mm.

Whatever happened
to that nice Jacobson boy?

Mom, please don't bring up Malik.

Malik. Yes.

Yeah. I like Malik. You could trust Malik.

[tense music playing]

[Charlie] Clock's ticking.

When I said wheels up at midnight,
I meant it.

You hear me?

He'll be here.

[tense music continues]

[music fades]

About time. I've been waiting on you.
I got the whip out. You got that money?

Whoa, whoa. Why the rush, man?

Everybody on the block
already at Sheri's spot.

And you know she got
hoes for days over there, homie.

And I ain't trying to be late. I'm on
"early bird catch the worm" type sh*t.

You ain't catching nothing
with that inchworm you got.

n*gga, I'm the one catching a worm.
It's a metaphor, m*therf*cker.

f*ck your worm, n*gga. What car you get?

Golden Tercel. Clean plates.

Here's your key, OG.

Appreciate it, homie.

[door opens, then closes]

Five Gs. Not bad for a bit of driving.

Not bad if I'm a dumb m*therf*cker.

See, n*gga, I done watch you hand out
cash all day like you Oprah or some sh*t.

Made me wonder how much money you got.

I mean, you should be
sharing the wealth, right?

So you can keep this weak-a*s half a band.
I don't need that sh*t.

What I need, n*gga, is half of what's
in that there suitcase. I mean…

You feel me?

So that's how it is?

Yeah, n*gga, that's how it is.

I mean, sh*t.
I could have taken the whole thing.

Lucky I'm feeling generous.

See, this is the problem
with you young m*therf*ckers.

Got no respect for nothing.

Running around with your pants
around your ankles, posting videos.

A bunch of Instaniggas,
hoeing yourself out for likes.

You're too focused on the wrong sh*t.

See? Like right now,

you think, 'cause my piece is tucked
around my back, and yours is in the front,

that you got the jump
on an old m*therf*cker.

But see?
You focused on the wrong sh*t again.

[intense music playing]

[grunting]

[breathing heavily]

See how many likes you get
with that sh*t, n*gga.

[Candace on phone] Isaiah, are you okay?

I had him. Candace, I f*cking-- I had him.

But he got away.
He's probably halfway to Mexico by now.

So what does that mean?

It means you can take Noah home.
It's safe.

No. No, no, no,
what does that mean for you?

Means I probably need a lawyer.

A lawyer. Jesus, Isaiah.

I don't know. I'll tell you more
when I get to the house.

I did what I had to do.

Okay.

[clears throat] We'll meet you there.

[call ends]

[inhales]

[line dialing]

I'm meeting Isaiah at the house now.

Stiles is headed home.

Flip a b*tch.

[car horns honking]

[tires screeching]

[suspenseful music playing]

What the f*ck?

[door opens]

Hey, yo, B-Roll, you gotta come through
and bring some of that za--

Where is he?

-He's here. He's f*cking dead.
-Old man. Nightmare, m*therf*cker.

I don't know.

Try harder.

sh*t, man, I got him a clean ride,
a golden Tercel, and it wasn't out front,

and I figured the n*gga left, all right?

Tell me where he went or you about to have
a sleepover with that m*therf*cker.

-You hear me?
-Don't know. On the dead homies, I swear.

The chain.

[door opens]

["The Truth" by Prince playing]

♪ What if half the things ever said ♪

[zips bag]

♪ Turned out to be a lie ♪

♪ How will you know the truth? ♪

♪ If you were given all the answers ♪

♪ And you stopped to wonder why ♪

♪ But how will you know the truth? ♪

♪ Everybody's got a right to love ♪

♪ Everybody's got a right to lie ♪

♪ But the choice you make
It ain't no piece of cake ♪

♪ It ain't no m*therf*cking piece of pie ♪

♪ What If time's only reason♪

-♪ Was to give us all somethin' to fear? ♪
-[door opens]

-[door closes]
-You gotta turn yourself in.

My dad's in a lot of trouble,
but you can help him.

All you have to do is wait here.
He'll be home any minute.

I can't do that, little man.

I'm not going back in.
Not for Isaiah, not for you.

Then do it for yourself.

You've done so much bad sh*t,

you probably think
it's too late to change, but it's not.

As long as you're alive,
you can still make choices.

You can't change anything you've done.

You can't bring Josiah back,
but you can still save your other son.

[car approaching]

There's your dad.
He can't find you in here with me.

-Wait.
-[car door opens]

Wait. What are you doing?

Sit tight there.

I'll handle your dad.
Don't come out until we're gone.

Wait, for… for what?

Good speech, son.

I can see what kind of man
you're gonna be.

Wa… Wait, Grandpa.

[sighs]

["Everybody's Safe Until…"
by Paris Texas playing]

Motherf--

♪ There's people tryna k*ll me ♪

♪ Other than me ♪

♪ There's people tryna k*ll me ♪

♪ Other than me ♪

♪ There's people tryna k*ll me ♪

♪ Other than me ♪

♪ My heart is like a drum
Rrdd-umpum-pumpum-pum ♪

♪ I can't say what I want
My conscience weighs a ton ♪

♪ There's nowhere I can run
I thought it would be fun ♪

♪ If I grabbed everyone
Inside the room and-- ♪

♪ Decided they're all done
And do them somethin' foul ♪

♪ Like burn them to the ground
I don't feel safe and sound ♪

♪ My ego makes me trip
And kicks me while I'm down ♪

♪ When no one is around
I can't throw in the towel ♪

♪ g*nshots played over nurseries
I lost real guys in a robbery ♪

♪ Fast food
Cigarettes in my arteries ♪

♪ Rapper dead
Making bank off the catalogue ♪

♪ Real beef
Turn that into a sing-along ♪

♪ My brother laid out mixin' wrong pills
Irony is that he got 'em from a MD ♪

♪ Somehow you would've thought
That would've stopped me ♪

♪ Pop one, pop two, I'ma pop star ♪

♪ Who's tryna see a real G-O-D?
You can see it in my face, I'ma hard R ♪

♪ You will never get my real P-O-V
My thoughts get dark when it's just me ♪

♪ This world's f*cked up, is it just me?
Just me and my withering psyche ♪

♪ There's people tryna k*ll me ♪

♪ Other than me ♪

[song ends]