01x03 - Tête-À-Tête

[bunniefuu]

[tense music playing]

Coltrane Wilder. The real estate guy?

You got me out of bed this early for this?

He's not your guy.

I saw him speak at the Black Businessman's
Conference last year.

-He's gone straight since he did time.
-He did time at Lancaster.

Where he met Darren Stroman.

Got his name
from my chat with Warden Knight.

-Any proof Wilder was involved?
-Oh yeah, I'll get proof.

In fact, my team is out there right now,
all over his crew.

When they link up,
I'll have them right where I want them.

[tense music continues]

No, we're gonna lose that house, Deon.
We just need the down payment.

Rena, baby, I'm working on it.

I'm sure the bookie has his money.

Ma, don't start with this sh*t, okay?
I don't need you--

Where you going? I'm still talking to you.

sh*t, Rena, I'm about to be late,
on the dead homies.

Look, this house
is too small for us, Deon.

If we don't get into a bigger place soon,
I swear on "the dead homies,"

I'll k*ll my mother
and make it look like you did it.

-Excuse me? You're gonna k*ll who?
-I've told you--

-I will cut you!
-When I'm talking to him--

[women bickering indistinctly]

[chuckling]

sh*t, I almost feel for him.
He's supposed to be the demolition expert?

Looks like he's doing a good job
blowing up his life. [chuckles]

But if he's a part of this robbery crew,
why would he be broke?

Gambling.

Give some guys a million dollars
and a round-trip ticket to Vegas,

they'll be back on the next bus,
smoking, flat broke.

I don't need one! I birthed you!
That's all I gotta need!

-You don't understand.
-Don't get in the middle!

-[Lorraine] Bye, n*gro!
-Damn. Bye, love you.

[hand brake releases]

That's her mother?

Need a ratchet and a 5/16 socket.

Get the extender too.

Attagirl.

This is a f*cking colossal waste
of f*cking time, you know.

Sitting on these guys.

You think they're gonna rob a store,
sh**t two guys, and then all get together,

play patty cake, or f*cking UNO,

or f*cking spades,
whatever the f*ck they play?

I can't wait till you f*cking retire.

[hip-hop music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

-sh*t washes you out, bro.
-Yo, you don't like that?

We also got it in blue, yellow, purple,
green, white, whatever you need.

We can special order.

[in Spanish] That's too much pink.
sh*t was his name, not his color, ese.

My friend, holding on the pink.

[in English] I got you.

[in Korean] Less pink on the dog!

Don't f*ck it up, cousin.

-[man in English] I'll take this one.
-40 even, bro, I got you.

There you go.
Thanks for shopping at Choi's Customs.

Yo, you need a matching hat?
Hit up Uncle Choi's around the way.

Keychains, laces, phone cases.
Auntie Choi's, two stores down.

What can I help you with?

This joint right here? First you gotta
wash this dirty-a*s hat. [chuckles]

Three of these men are career criminals.
Long rap sheets.

This is a reformed Black businessman
who turned his life around.

Think of what you could cost him
if you're wrong.

Think of how many more people will die
if I'm right.

-You've got 48 hours.
-Okay.

-The jewelry heist case is closed.
-Sir--

It's closed!

So for me right now,

the whole thing comes down
to Harvey Swanson and his missing watch.

Day after tomorrow,
no watch, no more task force.

This sh*t is over.

[tense music playing]

[Stiles] Reformed businessman, my a*s.

[Ebony] Morning, baby.

Sorry I crashed
before you got back last night.

-Why didn't you wake me?
-Mm-mm.

No, I tried. You were out cold.

-You should have saw yourself.
-[giggles]

You knocked Thanksgiving
out the park, baby. You deserve the rest.

Thank you.

But is everything okay?
Why'd you rush out? What happened?

Oh, Stro caught wind of a problem,
and, uh, we handled it.

-How bad was it?
-[Coltrane chuckles]

You asked to be out, baby, right?

-Promise to trust me.
-I did, and I do. I just wanna know.

When there's more to tell you, I will.

[Ebony] Mm.

But there's more important things
to focus on, okay?

Gala's not gonna
throw itself tomorrow night.

'Trane, I know I said I was out.

I know, but we're still a team, right?

Like, you'd tell me if it was time
to go to the Valley, right?

No need to take the 405.
Everything is under control.

[gentle music playing]

-Okay?
-Okay.

Got you. Enjoy your coffee.

Thank you.

-Love you.
-Love you.

[car beeps]

-[tense music playing]
-[Coltrane's car starts]

Game on, m*therf*cker.

[starts engine]

["3AM in LA" playing]

♪ You think I'm playin'? ♪

♪ You think I'm playin'? ♪

♪ On that old dog sh*t today ♪

♪ Walkin' through the hood
On my block with my glizzy ♪

♪ I sh**t like old dog with that GL*CK
I get busy ♪

♪ Posted on the set, full of hunnids-- ♪

[music stops abruptly]

Oh wow. Who's this?

[girls exclaim]

Who the f*ck lives here?

His sister?

[Brinkley] I hope she's not his sister.

Davis has two women.
Idiot's a gambler through and through.

I don't know. You catching heat from one,
you split across town where you winning.

-It's kind of player.
-Trust me, kid.

-One wife is more than enough to handle.
-[chuckles]

Noted.

["3AM in LA" continues]

[cell phone rings]

Hey, baby, I already said I'm sorry.
I'm in the middle of something right now.

I'm not calling you about Thanksgiving,
and I'm not gonna keep you long.

I just wanted to remind you
of the Baldwin Hills Cares gala tomorrow.

[Stiles] I didn't forget.

Just gotta take my suit to the cleaners.

Actually, I got you a new suit.

-Didn't need a new suit.
-You did.

And it's hanging in the closet right now.
Tailored. You're welcome.

I know saying and doing

are two different things, but I thought
you said you'd let me get there on my own.

I'm still gonna let you
get there on your own.

You just can't wear
that nasty old suit. [laughs]

[laughs]

Hey, all right.
I promise we'll have fun, baby, okay?

Okay.

-Keep that promise, babe.
-All right.

I'll see you later. Bye.

[call ends]

f*ck.

[vehicle approaching]

"Choi's Customs."

[ominous music playing]

[valet] Hey, Mr. Wilder.

Delivery.

Oh sh*t, okay.

What is Chris Choi sending you
in the box, Mr. Reformed Businessman?

[indistinct chatter]

-Good afternoon, y'all.
-Hey.

[Coltrane] Charlie.

[chuckles] You know,
most people call first.

From my LAPD contact.

Everything there is to know
about Isaiah Stiles and his team.

I called Ebony last night when I got home.

-You weren't there.
-[sighs]

Not cheating on your sister,
if that's what you're asking.

That's not what I'm asking.

Got word of a snitch. TyTy.

Worked for a bookie from the East Side
called Baby Plus One.

Turns out that TyTy
was caught talking to Stiles.

Had Deon's name in his mouth.

Your crew's on ice.
Deon is a walking, talking liability.

How much does Stiles know?

Find out, or find a way to shut him down.

And how much of this does Ebony know?

-She's still on that "I'm out" bullshit?
-There's nothing she can do to help now.

Getting her involved
would only cause her undue stress.

You know what'll cause her undue stress?
You going back inside.

Or worse.

[tense music playing]

[door closes]

[Stiles] Same address as Chris Choi,

which makes a direct connection
between Wilder and Choi.

How's that for proof, Jimmy?

-[g*n clicks]
-[Ika] This is how my CI went out.

One shot to the head.

Get that sh*t out of my face.

-How'd you find me?
-f*ck you, Stiles!

-Listen, take your voice down.
-Hey.

I told you I'd bring TyTy in, and you went
the f*ck around me and got him k*lled.

Whoever m*rder*d him
is either your target or my crew.

So it's good for us.

Because either way,
we know his information is good.

Get in the car, man.

-You got it wrong, m*therf*cker.
-Yeah?

His death means we all lose.

He had a kid. I lost a witness.

Double f*ck you for f*cking up my case.

What did you think was gonna happen when
you made him snitch against his whole set?

Huh? How long did you think he'd survive?

Long enough to testify
in my g*ng injunction, m*therf*cker.

-Long enough to close my f*cking case!
-Okay, okay.

Anyone ever tell you
all you think about is your damn self?

My wife.

That's my bad how he went out, Ika.

I'll do the notification. That's my fault.

But you know as well as I do
that a dead snitch is a huge lead.

TyTy's death
can help close this whole case.

Your case.

[ominous music playing]

[phone beeping]

Talk to me.

Daddy, Daddy, come out.

Give me one second, girls.

Hey, eyes up. Clocked 12 on my crib.

They on me, chances are
they on the rest of y'all.

All right. Good looking, Stro.

Check your Telegram.
I got intel on Stiles and his whole team.

You know what to do.

Bet.

Girls, pull Daddy out of here.

Come on, who's strong?
Who's strong? Show me something!

[ominous music continues]

[woman] Right this way.

[ominous music playing]

D.A. Jacobson?

Detective Stiles is here
with no appointment.

It's okay, Kate.
Isaiah and I are old friends.

Yeah, that's one way to put it.

[door closes]

Kate.

You hitting that?

[chuckles] I don't sh*t
where I eat, Isaiah.

Besides, you know my type.

I thought you could use
some of that new, uh,

Promotion Assistant Chief D.A.
type sh*t you got going on.

Get me a few tap warrants
on this robbery crew I'm investigating.

Guys who hit
the three jewelry stores downtown?

They just k*lled an informant.

I thought the Persians they found
on the helipad ripped off those stores.

-Inside job, I heard.
-Come on, that sh*t's a bedtime story.

Now, I have a witness who says
that a suspect during the job,

this suspect, uh, was talking
all sorts of "cuh," "C-Day" type sh*t.

Now, Ika Matangi, he got a snitch
put on this g*ng injunction, right?

For a gambling ring.

Tyrell Reynolds, goes by TyTy.

TyTy gives me a name, Gideon Deon Davis.

-48 hours later, TyTy's dead.
-Damn.

That's bad for him, but good for us.

Did he have a family? Any kids?

The more sympathetic we can make him,
the faster a jury will convict.

Yeah, he had a girlfriend. Little boy.

-Just talked to them. It was rough.
-Beautiful, beautiful.

We could put a case together.
I just need the statement.

I had to act fast, Malik.

I could have gotten him in later,
but I didn't have time.

I know this is the same crew
that robbed the Patek

at the poker game,
Beverly Hills, Halloween night.

Same crew that hit
those three jewelry stores downtown.

Matter of fact, same crew that hit that
weed distro the day that Manny Shaw died.

They k*lled him.
Not that vagrant that y'all put away.

-You got any proof?
-That's why I need this wiretap.

-I got four names right now.
-Officially?

[tense music playing]

-No. But my team is out there right now--
-[scoffs]

You haven't changed since college, man.

You want all the results,
but only half the work.

I don't cut corners, Isaiah.
I box cases in airtight.

Come back to me
when you got something real.

Oh.

[tense music continues]

Two of the bodies
they found on the helipad,

they were taken out by a sn*per.

No way that's infighting.

As hot as those stones were,

they couldn't do sh*t with them
without setting off a thousand flags.

So they sprinkled them all over the vics
like sparkly f*cking crack,

knowing these lazy, dumbass cops
would eat that up.

And they did.

But I see them.

I f*cking see them.

Cruz's jewelry store witness,
Bianca Douglas, she gave her statement,

then not 24 hours later,
she died conveniently by suicide.

I hate to say it, Stiles, but I think
you might actually have something.

Catch one of these guys
with the watch from Halloween,

and I'll get you your warrant.

But in the meantime,
keep eyes on that crew.

Done.

[radio beeps]

-Go for Stiles.
-[Cruz] I've been made.

No f*cking clue how.

I was following Choi
when he left Slauson Swap Meet

and led me right to my kid's school.

[Cerullo] Davis took us
all over the g*dd*mn city

just to end up at Brinkley's mom's house.

-He's f*cked up, LT.
-[radio beeps]

[Viggiano] Stroman led us
right to my wife's f*cking job.

He's in the parking lot right f*cking now.
I should grab him.

-[radio beeps]
-They're sending a message.

He's sending a message.

-Regroup back downtown right f*cking now.
-[radio beeps]

sh*t.

I can't believe every single one of you
m*therf*ckers got made except me.

It's f*cked up, Stiles.

I'm just pissed because these judges,
they love surveillance.

It puts us further away
from arresting these guys.

All due respect, maybe you didn't get made

because Coltrane Wilder is a legit guy
who isn't part of any of this sh*t!

No, no. I clocked Chris Choi's cousin,
Maggie, at Wilder's office today.

That's something.

That Choi has
a business relationship with Wilder?

Wilder knows Stroman from Lancaster.

That's on wax.

Wilder knowing Deon Davis
or the sapper Choi

doesn't prove he's in their crew.

Maggie Choi doesn't have a record.

You got anything from Harvey's
insurance company, Cerullo?

Nope. It's his first insurance claim
since the fires.

He has no record of fraud.

If they call back, put me on the phone.
Harper, did you find Tinker Bell?

No luck. She's on the cameras
going into the secret poker room,

but her face didn't pop
in the recognition database.

She's a ghost.

Lieutenant Stiles,
I hear you got a snitch k*lled yesterday.

-Jimmy, look. I can explain.
-Nothing to explain.

A man is dead,
Ika's case is blown, and for what?

You getting anywhere here?

You find that watch yet?

[tense music playing]

Clock is ticking.

[tense music continues]

All right, listen, you heard the man.

Hit up every fence in town,
even if you called them already.

We wanna put these guys away,
we need to find that watch.

Come on!

[Deon] f*ck these cops, cuh.
You think they got anything on us?

They got something on you.

Snitch gave you up to the lead cop
two nights ago. You know TyTy?

I'll drop that n*gga right now.

Nah, he's with the ancestors,
but he gave Stiles your name.

That's how Stro and Choi
got caught up today, Deon.

[Stro] Hey, don't even trip, Unc.

If they had anything for real,
we'd be in the Twin Towers right now.

sh*t we did today worked
just like you said, 'Trane.

Big-a*s white cop was mad as hell
when I pulled into his wife's job.

-But he ain't do sh*t.
-[exhales]

No cap, b*tch homie
was cute as f*ck for a cop, though.

Pulled up to her kid's school,
she went ghost.

[Coltrane] They don't have anything.

If they did, once we hit their soft spots,
they would've pulled the cuffs out.

They don't have sh*t,
but we got a loose end.

The one thing they could catch us with
that would send us all to prison.

[tense music playing]

-What the f*ck, Deon?
-Ain't we in enough sh*t, bro?

You wearing that when you had the tail?
Did they f*cking see it?

Man, f*ck no. And let Rena clock it
when she already on my a*s about money?

But y'all told me not to fence it.
I ain't fence it.

[Stro] Stupid m*therf*cker.

What's the plan, 'Trane?

["Who Want Smoke" playing]

♪ Who want smoke with me?
I'm tryna f*ck a n*gga lungs up ♪

♪ They be like
"Nardo, put them damn g*ns up" ♪

♪ f*ck that ♪

[generator thumps off]

Move.

♪ We get to spinnin' while the sun out ♪

♪ I ain't never lackin'
I pump gas with my g*n out ♪

♪ Scream out, "What's happening?"
Then get to bussin' 'til it run out ♪

♪ All these n*gg*s hidin'
Where they at? It ain't no fun out ♪

♪ 7.62s, thеy big as hell
Knock a n*gga lungs out ♪

♪ One, two, three, four
Kick your door, get on thе floor ♪

♪ Five, six, seven, eight
Don't make no noise, I'll eat your face ♪

-♪ Nine, ten, eleven… ♪
-[barking]

[Stro] sh*t!

♪ I'ma k*ll 14 n*gg*s
If 13 b*tch n*gg*s play ♪

♪ I think my Draco might be…
Why? ♪

♪ 'Cause he blowin' n*gg*s
I just got a brand new lolli ♪

♪ That's a four nickel
Call me Nardo, yes, man… ♪

-[dogs whimper]
-[bodies thud]

♪ You could send your best man
You gon' lose your best hitter ♪

♪ What the f*ck is that? ♪

[song ends]

[Deon] Wake yo mark a*s up!

[gasps] Jesus. Wha-- What the f*ck?

[Choi] Jesus ain't taking your calls
right now, my guy.

-[whimpering]
-[Stro] Shut the f*ck up.

Wait. What are you here for?

Where are my dogs?

[Deon] They're asleep, bro.

[Harvey] Please, please, don't k*ll me.

-[Deon] Take this sh*t back.
-[Harvey] Ow!

-f*cked up my eye.
-[Stro] I told you to shut the f*ck up.

[Coltrane] Listen to me closely, Harvey.

You only have one chance
to get this right.

You have your watch now,
so you're gonna withdraw your complaint,

and you're gonna keep your mouth shut.

We know everything there is to know
about you, and we will find you.

Okay.

You go to your mom's spot in Chicago,
we'll be there.

Your spots in Vail, Portofino,
the Seychelles, we got them all.

[Deon] Ain't nowhere to hide, cuh.

You can be in WITSEC
in m*therf*cking Arizona,

we'll find your sweaty a*s in the sauna.

[Stro] Mm! I love a good f*cking schvitz.

[Coltrane] And your PJ in Santa Monica?

[both] Boom.

-[Coltrane] You understand?
-[whimpers]

-Now run it back to me.
-I…

I-- I--

-I can't…
-[Coltrane] Shut the f*ck up!

[Deon] Look, 'Trane, man.

I know what you about to say.
I know I f*cked up.

I thought that watch
was about to solve some sh*t,

get Rena the house she wants,
but you was right.

It won't happen again.

Can't get any more surprises from you,
you get me?

You get caught, we all get caught.

Why the f*ck don't you have any money?
I knew you were down but--

sh*t, you know how it is, cuh.

I got mouths to feed.

And the f*cking Clippers, man,
I swear to f*cking…

But, but, but…

I hear you.

I know what you've been through,
and I'm sorry.

I was out of pocket.

Ya know, when Rena had those miscarriages,
I didn't think we was gonna make it.

I didn't think Ebony and I would either.

And Melissa had the twins,
and Rena ends up pregnant again.

sh*t.

I ain't see that sh*t coming.

But you know me, 'Trane.

I ain't perfect,
but I always clean my sh*t up.

I know you do.

But one day your sh*t'll be
too big for you or us to clean up.

Going forward,
you need anything, you call me.

I mean that for real.

I got you. Say less.

[suspenseful music playing]

[timer beeping]

-[door closes]
-[Coltrane] Ebony?

[phone chimes]

Man, check.

Boy, come on.

Look up there, huh? Give me the ball.

Come here. Do something. Huh?

Ah! Come on!

Give me the ball.

Check up. Show me something.

Faster now. Here we go. Here we go.

Come on. Ah, good.

Yeah, okay.

It's better, though.

It's better. Come on, again.

Check me up.

Huh.

Ah!

Oh, there you go!

There you f*cking go.

High key, this don't make up
for you ruining Thanksgiving, you know.

Look, man, I don't like
that I lost my temper like that.

I don't like that you saw me
behave that way.

And I don't like
that you stood in my house.

You cursed me to my face, Noah.
Don't ever talk to me that way again.

O-okay, I'm sorry.

Okay.

-But the things you said to Grandpa--
-Look, Amos made some choices.

He can't take them back, man.
He's gotta live with them.

Your grandfather and me,
we have a history you don't understand.

Then make me understand.

If he's so bad
you don't want me to get to know him,

you don't want him in our house,
then tell me what he did.

He knows, and I know, man. That's enough.

Fine.

That's on you.

-But he's still my grandpa. I like him.
-You like him.

-What do you like about him?
-He listens.

You sound just like your mother.

Yeah, you should listen to her too.

[poignant music playing]

[phone chimes]

[laughs]

[laughs]

-[keypad clacking]
-[message sends]

[Ebony] Ugh.

What is that smell?

You mean the delicious hors d'oeuvres that
you designed being prepped in the kitchen?

No, it smells like a low-country crab broil
and an Alabama fish fry had a fight here.

-It's smoked salmon canapé, Ebony.
-Ooh.

Barely has a smell.

Are you okay?
Should I get you some water?

No, I-I, uh…
I don't think I could keep it down.

Wait a m--

Oh my God.

No.

Oh my God.

You're pregnant!

[softly] Congratulations.

Wait, what's wrong?

Is this not good news?

Um…

I had a miscarriage…
around seven months ago.

-I'm so sorry.
-Yeah, it's, um…

It's been really hard.

And this is a surprise.
I'm not sure I'm ready.

How does Coltrane feel about it?

I… haven't told him yet.

I just took the test last night.

Uh, it's just gonna change a lot
for our family and our business.

Maybe I should wait till I'm further along
to tell him, just to be safe.

Oh, girl.

Hey.

I know it's scary.

That's the whole point
of having a partner.

Let him be in it with you.

Yeah.

I know I can't wait forever, it just…

It has to be the right time.

[exhales]

We need to get you to relax.
Come on. Whoo-hoo-hoo!

-Don't stress yourself out.
-Yeah.

You've got tonight to get through.

[squeals] I'm so happy for you.
Oh my goodness.

-Thank you.
-Mm.

-Get you some ginger ale. Okay?
-Okay.

And I'm gonna do it quietly
because I can keep a secret.

[tense music playing]

f*ck! Not a single fence in the whole
Southland has seen this watch?!

Cruz? Come on, Brinkley!

Maybe we're coming at this the wrong way.
Hey, Viggiano, let's get Harvey in here.

We can do a photo lineup,

see if he can identify
one or two of these guys.

-He said he never saw their faces.
-[Brinkley] Hey, boss.

I think I found something here.

I was looking at the guest list
for the Halloween party,

trying to see
if I could find Tinker Bell that way.

Good thinking.

I didn't find her,
but I did find Coltrane Wilder.

Stop playing. He was at the party?

-Was he there alone?
-Looks like he came with his wife, Ebony.

I pulled up the security camera footage.
Here they are arriving.

[Viggiano] You think he'd be stupid enough
to sign in under his own name

and rob the joint?

This was a 10,000-a-head fundraiser.

I mean, no one would suspect him of paying
$20,000 to steal a f*cking watch.

What time did they leave?
We should talk to the valet.

And interview
the party security guards again.

I wanna know how long Wilder stayed
and who had eyes on him.

I'll start with the As.
Let's move, come on.

Gated house in a gated community.

Basically a California fortress
with ocean air.

What you think?

-[Ebony] It looks great, but, Charlie--
-Do you like it?

Of course I like it.

I mean, look at this view.
What's not to like?

It's not Coltrane's style,
and it's already sold.

I don't care about Coltrane's style.
I bought it for you.

Now, I want you to have this just in case.

You need a plan, and a man is not a plan.

Now, we gonna go see it?

-Because I got somebody to meet.
-[exhales]

Coltrane and I have a plan.

Not you and Coltrane. You.

Look, things been smooth for y'all so far,
and I'm happy for you.

-But if he gets caught--
-You said he wouldn't get caught.

Things happen, Ivy League. Plans change.

If he goes on the inside,
if he has to go on the run,

you need to look out for yourself.

What happens to him, happens to me.

-We're partners, like Candace said.
-Who the f*ck is Candace?

-Just a friend of mine.
-[scoffs] No. I'm your friend, Ebony.

sh*t don't always work out
the way you think, little sis.

If you won't make a plan for yourself,
I'm gonna make one for you.

You think I don't know that?

The most important thing in my life
didn't work out.

Right.

So take the g*dd*mn house.

[keys jingle]

You're welcome.

It's a huge job you're proposing.

I'm glad we're alone,
one-on-one without an audience to discuss.

What I'm proposing
will require meticulous execution.

[snorts]

Which is why it has to be you.

[snorts]

Mm?

Each one of these

has saline mixed with ketamine,
cocaine, acid, tusi, and molly.

Each pump is a microdose.
I take them everywhere.

Even to church.

That's between you and God, Andrei.

Back to your proposal. It's a lot of risk.

Hence the large reward, my love.

$10 million.

Cash.

I'll need to run the specs.

-[speaks in Armenian]
-[ominous music playing]

[in English] Please sit.

I won't agree to anything until--

Have I not impressed upon you
the seriousness of my request?

It's a generous payout,
but there are other factors to consider.

No, there's only one factor
you need to be concerned with.

When me and my family bring you a job,

you work that sh*t
like it's your last job.

Because one day, Charlie,

it might be.

I'll be in touch.

Oh, and for your information,
I'm never alone.

[speaks in Armenian]

[unsettling music playing]

["Vibes Don't Lie" playing over stereo]

♪ Oh-aye, it's a difference over here… ♪

Should we, um…
just, like, go away somewhere?

Just sell everything
and move to the Maldives?

[Coltrane scoffs]

I mean, what's the point of having
an escape plan if we never use it?

Have you thought about
what being on the run would be like?

Even with money.

Looking over our shoulders
for the rest of our lives.

Never being able to come home.

Wherever we are together is home.

Anywhere in the world.

I love you.

But this is our home, Ebony, okay?

We built a life here.

So far, there's no reason to sacrifice it.

Mrs. Coltrane Wilder of Wilder Holdings.

This is your big night.

We're not gonna focus on anything
that detracts from that.

Okay?

Okay.

Okay.

-Coltrane?
-Mm?

[cell phone rings]

Mm. One second, baby.

[sighs]

["Vibes Don't Lie" continues playing]

[Charlie] You're off the bench.

I got a job that requires your crew.

Once I take my cut, $9 million dollars
for you and your guys to split.

It's life-changing sh*t.

[dramatic music playing]

[Coltrane] No, you were right.

We're hot, and Stiles is a threat.
Can't afford to take any risks right now.

Need to focus on being a regular citizen.

On taking care of Ebony.

-Talk to you soon.
-[line beeps]

Damn.

[Cruz] h*-h*-h*!

Damn, Stiles.

-You clean up nice.
-f*ck you. You know I hate this sh*t.

Can't kick nobody's a*s in hard bottoms.
When was the last time you wore a dress?

Uh… Oof.

-My quince?
-Thought so.

I got a name for you. Marcellus Jamison.

He was one of the security guards
at the Halloween party.

-I sent him Coltrane Wilder's mugshot.
-He remembers Wilder?

-He thinks so. He's coming in tomorrow.
-Can you get him here tonight?

-[scoffs] Okay.
-[cell phone rings]

Guchi, talk to me.

[Yamaguchi]
I need you in forensics. Can you come now?

[cell phone chimes]

sh*t, I can't, I can't.

-Um, Cruz will be there in five minutes.
-Copy, bye.

I'll see that security guard tomorrow.

Look at you,
making the right choice and sh*t.

My little prom king.

[smooth jazz music playing over speakers]

[guests chattering indistinctly]

[Stiles] What's up, man?

Erm… I'm good.

[cell phone chimes]

Candace.

-Hey, babe.
-Oh, excuse me.

-Oooh.
-Oh my gosh.

-Baby, you look beautiful.
-Hot.

Thank you, handsome.
And thank you for my flowers.

-Of course.
-Okay, come here. [clears throat]

I want to introduce you
to the head of our planning committee.

This is Sabreen.

-Sabreen, this is my husband, Isaiah.
-Oh.

Nice to finally meet you.

Yeah.

You got any scotch or bourbon?

[Sabreen chuckles] Nathaniel.

Come, come.

Nathaniel, hello.

I just wanted to make sure you met
the man of the hour, tonight's recipient

of the Baldwin Hills Cares
Black Excellence Award,

-Mr. Malik Jacobson.
-I'm glad.

[Malik] Pleasure. Candace.

You look absolutely beautiful.

Malik, oh, thank you.

-Hey.
-Hey.

Isaiah, I didn't expect you'd be here.

Oh, wow. These cufflinks look like you.
Very Kings of Comedy.

[both laughing]

But Candace must've picked that suit out.

Oh, how do you all know each other?

Uh, the three of us
all went to college together.

And we work together.

-Yeah.
-[cell phone buzzes]

[Candace clears throat]

-Excuse me, I'll be right back.
-[Malik] Mm-hm.

You know how it is.

No days off.

What'd they find?

Hey! I thought you were supposed
to turn off your phone.

-I was trying to leave you a voicemail.
-You got news or nah?

They found traces of DNA on a trigger

from one of the expl*sives
left at the jewelry store.

-That could get the diamond case reopened.
-Damn right it could.

And an arrest warrant if it matches
one of the four men on your list.

[ominous music playing]

sh*t.

Sealey's here. I'll go before he hears me
talking about reopening the case.

-All right, keep me posted.
-Mm-hm.

[call ends]

[Candace] Oh, there he is. [chuckles]

-You save someone's life?
-Candace, baby.

Isaiah, I want you to meet my friend from
the planning committee and her husband.

This is Ebony and Coltrane Wilder.

[tense music playing]

Hey. Isaiah, so nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you as well.

Sure is.

[Ebony] Okay. I just realized…

[smooth jazz music continues]

I was just about to hit the bar.
You care to join?

Yeah.

[Coltrane] Thank you.

Mmm.

-You live in the community?
-Baldwin Hills.

You?

View Park.

We practically neighbors.

We ain't neighbors, player.

Semantics. [chuckles]

How long you been a police officer?

Who said I'm a cop?

Thought it was obvious
by the ill-fitting suit and shoes.

[chuckles]

Police-issued .45 caliber handgun
holstered behind your back?

Now that don't mean I'm police.

It could be that I'm running a four-man
robbery crew the last several years,

knocking over a string of high-end targets
in LA County and the surrounding areas.

Right?

-You'd make a decent criminal.
-Okay, so you're an expert on crime.

No, the only true expert on crime
is a criminal.

Oh. Too bad I'm the law.

I've found, personally, in my travels,

that real men tend to live
by our own set of rules.

Lesser men, yeah, well,

they tend to obey the law.

Or enforce it.

[chuckles]

-What are you trying to say, Coltrane?
-You know what I'm saying, Isaiah.

The fact is that, usually,
when two people meet,

one yields to the other.

The psychology of relationships
abhors a vacuum.

-We ain't got no relations, n*gga.
-Is that what you think?

Okay.

I think you're playing with fire.

No, man, you got it all wrong.
See, I'm Prometheus.

I bring the fire.

[suspenseful music playing]

[laughs softly]

[cell phone buzzes]

Something wrong, officer?

We should order another round. On me.

No, no, no, no.
No, I pay for my own f*cking drink.

You must have misunderstood.
Drinks are on me. Look around.

[guests laughing and chattering]

Whole f*cking night's on me.

Two double añejos, neat.
And one champagne, please.

There you are. Hey, babe.

Oh, hey.

Hey, baby.

Here you go.

Saw a piece in the other room
I'd like to add to our collection.

-[Ebony] Okay.
-My man. Drink up.

Um…

What is going on?

What's up with you?

-Hello?
-[Malik] Oh, no, no, no, no.

Not a lady without a drink.

Let me fix that.

Two Maliktinis, my good man.

Isaiah, are you enjoying my night?

-He's speechless. [chuckles]
-He has been all evening.

And now you can introduce me
to the head of the board.

Yes. Let's do that.

Ah! Don't. Don't touch that.

[lilting jazz music playing]

I'm gonna, uh,
go check out the projection room.

Mmm.

Ebony.

-I need to tell you s--
-I'm pregnant.

Evidence bag. Now, come on.

[ominous music playing]

Careful, careful, careful.

Listen, get this to Yamaguchi in Forensics
for testing immediately.

If we can connect the DNA on the glass

to the DNA on the munitions
at the jewelry store,

we can tie Wilder to the crime
and prove the whole g*dd*mn case.

-Repeat it back to me.
-Yamaguchi in Forensics. Test immediately.

I want your foot on the gas
all the way down 6th.

No stops, no calls.

Brinkley, if you f*ck this up,

your a*s will be out in Carson doing
DUI checkpoints for the rest of your life.

I will have you doing security
at WNBA games downtown

until the day you f*cking die.

-You got it?
-Yes, sir. Traffic duty in Carson, WNBA.

W-w-what about your guy?

[Stiles] I'm gonna
beat him back to his house.

I'm not letting Coltrane out of my sight
until that DNA comes through,

and once it does,
I'm slapping cuffs on him.

[Candace] You always knew
how to work an event.

Well, it's easy
when you have good company.

Which you always were.

-Thank you.
-Yeah.

You should get back inside.

I'm sure Isaiah is tired of sharing you.

Actually, I think he already left.

Oh.

Do you need a ride home?

I guess I do.

[Ebony] Coltrane,
why aren't you saying anything?

Why are we here?

-'Trane, what the hell are you doing?
-I need you to call your sister.

You can't be serious.
I just told you I'm pregnant.

-Why--?
-Shh-shh. Come over here.

We need to move away from the car.

Why?

I don't know if he put anything in it.

-You don't know if who put anything in it?
-The friend you introduced me to tonight.

The one with the cop husband?

He's not just any cop.

He's been tracking us since
we clipped his partner two years ago.

He's smart. He connected some dots.
It's okay, but we covered our tracks,

but we never left him
anything to work with.

Then what the f*ck?

The snitch I took care of worked
for a bookie they've been trying to nail.

Stiles got to him,
and he got Deon's name in the process.

He had tails on us just yesterday.

He must really want us bad,
burning a CI like that.

He's getting closer,
and he's not gonna stop.

-How is this happening?
-Ebony, listen to me.

I talked to him,
and right now, tonight, he has nothing.

Nothing.

If I wanna get my guys whole before
we get out of the game for our baby,

this is our window.

But it's gonna close
if we don't move right now.

Charlie's got a job.

$9 million.

That's 2.25 million each. I shut it down
because I thought we were too hot,

but now that I talked to him,

this is the time for us
to do one more big job,

and then start the next chapter
of our m*therf*cking lives.

[Coltrane exhales]

Okay.

Okay.

Okay, come on.

[suspenseful music playing]

Where the f*ck is he?

[Charlie] This good or bad news?

He went underground to wait for specs
and scout, and then we're out, Charlie.

-How risky is it?
-The juice is worth the squeeze.

Just make sure he makes it back, okay?

I need him, Ebony.

So do I.

[dramatic music playing]

[instrumental hip-hop music playing]

[inaudible]

[music ends]

[Harvey] Yeah, I found it yesterday.

-Sorry for bringing y'all into it.
-[Stiles] Bullshit.

Told this man on Halloween
that it was stolen.

You gave us both the runaround
last time we were here.

So you were lying then, or now?

Hey, no one lied about anything.
Just an innocent mistake. Calm down.

m*therf*cker, this is calm.

[Viggiano] Lieutenant.

sh*t.

All right, I'll let y'all
figure it out amongst yourselves.

-[Harvey scoffs]
-[Viggiano] Okay.

You think I didn't have
anything better to do on Halloween

than listen to your punk a*s
cry about a piece of f*cking metal?

You better start talking
right the f*ck now,

or I'm gonna charge you
with making a false statement.

I don't know what to tell you, man.
There was no false claim.

My crazy ex took the watch,
then came to her senses and gave it back.

Hm. You said you found it.

[tense pensive music playing]

[speaking indistinctly]

[foot knocks against bowl]

If you met her, you'd get it.
She's f*cking nuts, okay?

She came into my damn house
when I wasn't even here.

Harvey. Yeah, hey.

Where are your dogs?

Hmm?

The vet?

Actually, Vig, I think he's telling
the truth about getting the watch back.

I think whoever took it
broke in the other night to return it.

But as sure as sh*t wasn't his ex.

-Hmm? I hope they don't come back, Harvey.
-[snaps fingers]

They who?

The guys who stole your socks.

All right, I think we're done here.

-[Stiles] Guchi.
-Hey, hey.

Where's my DNA results
on the glass from last night?

Stiles, you don't have a reference number
for the jewelry heist case. It's closed.

And your team got shut down.
No budget, no results.

Hey. Do it anyway.

-Man, where did you get that from?
-I sell crack on Sundays.

[Sealey] Damn it.

sh*t.

[Stiles] Jimmy!

I know I heard "Captain."

-How could you cut my funding?
-Easy, your 48 was up.

You better take some of that bass
out your voice when you speak to me.

Vig and I just checked out
that withdrawn complaint.

I think my crew broke into the house
the other night and returned the watch.

Nice story, Stiles.
You should write it down.

The question is, why return it now
when we need it to move the case forward?

Have Denzel play me in the movie.

Meanwhile, I'll be in the real world,
where that watch was never stolen,

and this as*h*le
just tried to fake an insurance claim.

Cruz!

Your partner tell you this?

Uh, that he met his boyfriend
Coltrane Wilder last night,

and Candace is friends with his wife?

I'm catching up.

Let this go now before we end up

in a defamation and harassment suit
from Wilder and his wife.

And you end up without a badge.

-That m*therf*cker's not listening.
-Okay, come on.

They knew the watch was the only thing
linking them to Harvey.

-Right?
-Mm-hm.

You think it's a coincidence
that Coltrane Wilder

was in Harvey's house
when the watch was taken?

Hey, I wasn't gonna say this
in front of Sealey,

but Marcellus Jamison,
the security guard from Harvey's?

Yeah.

Apparently, Coltrane Wilder
was in an upstairs bedroom

having sex with his wife
during the robbery.

Jamison was outside the whole time.
He heard everything.

Okay. He heard, but he didn't see.

-What, you wanted him to watch?
-No.

What I'm saying, Yvette,

is that ever since
I connected Coltrane Wilder to this crew,

we've been playing defense.
How could they know about our lives?

How could they know
about where we are in the case?

If there is a leak, these guys
will always be one step ahead of us.

A leak?

[pensive music playing]

Do you have any idea how you sound?

Good night, Stiles.

[Martin Lawrence on TV]
Anybody wanna tell me who?

-Come on, now.
-[Stiles chuckles]

Don't you all speak at once.

[imitates dog barking]

[knocking on door]

[Martin] Sit, sit!

Can we talk?

Where's Malik?

I… [scoffs]

I thought you were gone.

You… You left without saying goodbye.

[scoffs]

Isaiah, I'm sorry.

I'd have never taken that ride with Malik
if I knew you were still there.

I know.

But you could have warned me that he was
Mr. Baldwin f*cking Hills, though.

I tried.

-Like, at Dr. Wade's.
-Oh.

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

You promised that
you would not answer your phone.

That you wouldn't even bring your phone,
that I would have all of you last night.

It's this case.

[scoffs]

-I can do better.
-Why can't I get through to you, Isaiah?

Like, seriously, what's wrong?

Where are you?

I'm so close… to catching someone.

The man I think really k*lled Manny Shaw.

[dramatic music playing]

This thief that I'm dealing with,
I mean, he's meticulous, he's focused.

He's always one step ahead of me
at every g*dd*mn turn.

He's out there.

Right now. I can feel it.

[ominous music playing]

We're good.

[Stiles] He's gonna push it too far.

[Coltrane] Gentlemen, tomorrow night,

we're taking over
this whole f*cking place.

[Stiles] And when he does, I'll be there.

["Let God Sort Em Out/
Chandeliers" playing]

♪ It's always the loudmouths
That can't count ♪

♪ The right price
I put the AR in the saint's mouth ♪

♪ Yeah, talk about it
Bring all the watches and the chains out ♪

♪ Heat come, I'm De Niro
I got the safe house ♪

♪ This is culturally inappropriate ♪

♪ Surrounded by n*gg*s
With tears that don't drip ♪

♪ Talk about it ♪

♪ That ain't the ghost
That you appear to go get ♪

♪ Finally got the courage
But you still a whole b*tch ♪

♪ The rest of y'all
On my six-year-ago sh*t ♪

♪ Every move, intentional
The links is atypical ♪

♪ Like baseball in D.R.
You know what the stick'll do ♪

♪ This is culturally inappropriate ♪

♪ We got the drop on your shadow
You know we can get to you ♪

♪ The pen to express
My dreams and expertise ♪

♪ And TEC's I squeeze
Coke spots all over like leprosy ♪

♪ It's a dark spirit
Tucked behind the flesh you see ♪

♪ Got every single word
Of the hex I need ♪

♪ The death I breathe, the death I see ♪

♪ Looks so good on ya
The coffin wood on ya ♪

♪ Closed casket
'Cause I'm only siccing wolves on ya ♪

♪ Berlinetta horsepower
Put them hooves on ya ♪

♪ Blow a half a mill' in LV
Leather goods on ya ♪

♪ We been doing this for eons ♪

♪ While you thirsty, tryna figure out
Who you can spill the tea on ♪

♪ I'm in coffee fields, making mills ♪

♪ You get the chills
'Cause this sh*t is real ♪

♪ Now let me ribbon bowtie your surprise ♪

♪ The feeling that you get
When you realize ♪

♪ It was really you that died
And we are so alive ♪

♪ Conspiracy theory
You can't believe it's us ♪

♪ Soul leave your body
Like a fentanyl rush ♪

♪ Dead on your back
With your eyes looking up ♪

♪ Chandeliers ♪