02x08 - Surrender

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We building an empire so when we expand, I'll put y'all in charge.

You really stealing and selling my sh*t without telling me? I don't want her anywhere near the business. It's 1.5, niña, to buy your life. You got that lying around?

What if I can offer you the recipe?

It is the DEA. They got an undercover inside the Villanueva operation.

Arrest the Villanuevas, whoever we get after that...

The real prize here is the pilot and his partner.

Keep your eyes straight ahead.

Somebody's watching the office.

You think this is a game?

No, I don't think it's a f*cking game.

This sh*t ends tonight. No more barrio manhunts.

It's done. Wanna know who k*lled your friends?

Why would you do that? 'Cause you're gonna tell us how to cook up that rock.

I'm funny now, bitch?

I need you to come to the club right the f*ck now.

About f*cking time. We got some heat.

Once you are ready to resume our pick-ups, Matt goes free. Do not f*cking hurt him.

Betraying your best friend ain't exactly a quick decision.

Franklin asked us to find out before we met.

I knew. I just wouldn't give him up.

It's three hours supervised visitation.

Well, all right. Let's go cook some rock.

I did everything for you.

I let you back in! You're diseased, Lucia.

And every day you'll hear my voice.

I'm sorry, chula.

I haven't called Gabriella yet.

I need your help showing her how to cook it.

Where are you?

She's here waiting.

I'm gonna tell her the pilot will come in the morning.

Oso...

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You did what you had to, chula.

DEA, hands up!

Don't move!

Wait, what?

Run, Oso, run!

Get out of it! Stop right there!

Put it down! Hands up, hands up!

f*ck! f*cking bitch!

Look, I don't understand.

What do you mean, James is no longer here?

You must have been gone a while, Mr. McDonald.

Was he transferred?

If you'll wait a moment.

I'm so sorry, but Mr. Grace is unavailable to see you.

This is ridiculous. William knows me.

I'm sure he won't mind if I just have a quick word.

Mr. Grace can't see you right now.

You perhaps should make an appointment?

I just need to know what happened to James.

I already told you, Mr. Ballard is no longer in his position.

No... and I understand, but what I'm asking is why he's no longer in his position.

Well, I'm afraid I don't know that.

Okay, do you know if maybe he left behind any files pertaining to his work with the Los Angeles field station?

Right.

'Cause you know nothing.

And your boss won't see me.

I strongly advise you to make...

Yeah, make an appointment. Yeah, no, I got that.

You already said that, and I already told you that I don't have time to wait for that.

Okay. Actually, you know what?

What? I understand.

Okay. Very clearly.

Thank you so much. Good.

Have a nice day.

Remember when we were kids.

Pops would come outside, whistle real loud, meaning it's time for dinner.

I used to hate that. Y'all live so far.

Yeah, me and Kev had to walk all the way back to the projects.

Yeah, that was a long time ago.

What we doin' here now, Saint?

Getting more interested in real estate.

Guess my moms taught me a thing or two without even realizing it, but it's time to buy.

You moving out of Jerome's?

This gonna be your new spot?

Nah, not mine. Yours.

Other one's yours. No.

Now, your sh*t got the big back yard for all them damn kids, and your sh*t got the master for the ladies, huh?

You bought us a f*cking house?

Yeah. Oh, sh*t.

Check your sh*t out.

This is dope.

What's wrong?

Nothing, man.

I was just thinking about your pop's whistle, too.

I used to hate that sh*t.

Always meant the end of us hanging out.

Trying to get that one.

The owner ain't trying to sell.

Yet.

Oh, yeah?

All three of us on the same block.

That's the sh*t we always dreamed about.

Yeah.

Hey, Saint, I don't know if I ever told you, but, uh...

Thanks.

For everything.

Silence isn't gonna help, Gustavo.

I'll ask you again:

Where's Lucia?

Do you understand what you're looking at?

Multiple homicides.

Conspiracy.

Trafficking and distribution.

I get it.

You think you can handle prison.

But we have ways of making that a very difficult life for you.

For instance... putting word out on the street that you're a snitch who ratted on La Fuerza.

Hmm?

Every Mexican prison g*ng in the U.S. will know your name.

You'll be beaten and stabbed until you're barely alive.

Now... we can help you avoid that.

I want a lawyer.

Yeah.

Oso. Gustavo's going to jail for a very long time unless you turn yourself in.

You f*cking little bitch. Where's Pedro?

I don't know and I don't care.

You can't run from the U.S. government, Lucia.

We'll find you anywhere in the world.

Turn yourself in.

You okay, chica?

You're not looking so good.

Just to be clear: when I finish, Gustavo and I are free.

Long as this works.

Hey, Momma.

Take it you got my gift?

Wasn't sure it was you at first, "Jason Peters."

It's just my corporation.

It makes things easier.

Your father and I...

Have discussed it.

I can't accept it.

What you mean... what you mean you can't accept it?

You was gonna lose the house.

Then I'll lose it.

Your father and I will start looking for a new place.

Jesus Christ, why is it so hard to do a good f*cking thing for you?

Watch your language with me. No.

You played by the rules and you got screwed.

I'm making up my own rules.

And I bought you a house, Momma.

In cash. Illegal cash.

Using a fake name.

Don't you see what's wrong with that? Wrong?

Kissing Tulfowitz's ass for ten years and getting fired for no reason is wrong.

Bank taking your house for being a grand behind on a f*cking mortgage is wrong.

People getting k*lled in the street?

That's wrong.

Our people been getting f*cked over for centuries, and you don't want a free roof over your head?

Fine.

So don't take it.

See if I give a f*ck.

Franklin...

Your assistant said you were in a meeting, so...

What are you doing here?

Just looking for James.

Getting the run-around.

What happened?

One day he was here, the next he wasn't.

Why didn't you call me?

Why would I call you?

I'm sorry.

This isn't about us.

And, um, I'm...

I'm really...

I'm really sorry about, uh, the way that...

I'm really sorry about the way that we ended.

Julia...

This is really important.

It's always really important.

Please.

Not here, not now.

Meet me at Winston's.

Okay?

I always hated cooking.

I can see that.

You just let it harden.

Break it down and you're set.

So, we good?

You just bought your life.

Try smiling a little.

This doesn't even begin to solve my problems.

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This is about being free. Free?

Oh, f*ck... f*cking kids.

Let me tell you something, chica:

In this life, people die every day like that.

Unless you're not dead or in jail, you're free.

Now get the f*ck out of here.

Go handle your sh*t.

This bullshit's bringing me down.

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Toxic. Toxic.

It's toxic.

Yeah, Sissy a proud woman.

You know that.

Pride gonna f*cking ruin that woman, and I'm getting tired of fighting for her.

Hey.

What's this?

Thank you for helping me out.

For everything.

Where you gonna go?

To LeRon's for a few days, and then...

I don't know.

Nephew.

Give us a minute.

I don't want you to go.

How I'm gonna stay here?

I don't exactly know, but I know I don't want you to leave, not like this.

You're all f*cked up.

You know, we ain't exactly get to talk yet, right?

Right?

Yeah. Mm-hmm.

Hey.

We got a problem.

Nah, I ain't got no time for that.

Y'all handle it. It's Leon's girl.

She jacked the cookhouse.

What?

How the f*ck that happen, man?

She showed up looking to cook, but knocked Renny ass out with a frying pan.

How much Wanda take?

As much as she can carry. God damn, man.

n*gga, where the f*ck was you at?

It wasn't my shift. Where was you at?

Don't be putting this on me. All right, y'all hold tight.

All right? And we gonna grab Leon and come pick you up.

God damn, man.

Hey.

What? You gotta do what you gotta do.

I... Hey, come on, now.

Just chill.

Just chill for me.

Okay? Come on. Okay.

All right, I'm gonna be back.

Okay. All right.

LAPD has APBs out on both Lucia and Pedro.

Pedro's in a f*cking dumpster, and Lucia's 50 miles away.

I got greedy.

You got f*cking played is what happened.

You're running out of options, Lucia.

Tell me your real name, and I'll tell you what I want.

My real name is Lorena.

Hands up! You're under arrest.

I wanna see Gustavo first.

Tony!

Fine, Lorena.

You've got your deal.

Turn around. Turn the f*ck around.

Does that make you feel tough?

f*ck!

Let's go. They're tight.

Yeah, I'm okay.

It's Marilyn I'm worried about.

Hey.

Where's she at?

Who's what?

We said, where's the bitch at? Hey, hold up.

We'll find her, all right? We'll find her. Search the crib.

Where's Wanda? Where you think, boy?

Hold up. The f*ck you going?

Hell no, come here.

Uh-huh, mm-hmm.

I ain't no Renny. What's the deal?

What do you need? Yeah, caught her trying to sneak out the back. Why the f*ck...

What the f*ck did I say to you, huh?

Hey, baby. Um, I was just holding all of it, you know? All y'all shut up, I can't hear the TV. Because I cooked most of the sh*t. Need to teach her a lesson.

No, I wanna handle this sh*t, all right?

Thought you already did, Leon.

What you doing with my rock? Your rock?

You out your g*dd*mn mind?

Why are you so mad, baby?

It's... we should do it together. How long have you been smoking this sh*t? Um...

Um, I don't know. It's all just running together.

But, I don't think I ever really stopped.

Gotta get her off this sh*t. Wait a minute.

Ow, that hurts! Where we going? No, no, no.

What you doing with my rock? Gimme that!

Give me my rock! Give me my rock! Open the door.

Gimme my f*cking rock! Look at this sh*t.

Let me go! I don't wanna go!

Ow, that hurts!

Hey, young'un.

Hand... hand Auntie that pipe, please?

The Soviet Union's decision not to take part in the Los Angeles Olympics threatens to snowball this morning into a boycott by other members of the Communist Bloc.

An influential Soviet journalist reported this morning that the Kremlin has already drawn up plans for a Communist Bloc athletic meet to be held in Bulgaria.

So what happened to James?

Rumors of a failed polygraph then losing his security clearance, but no one really knows.

He had a file, and it was supposed to absolve me if anything went wrong.

If you're expecting me to be surprised, that James might have screwed you over, I'm not.

Well, they're stonewalling me, but I have to talk to whoever took over for James.

Look... we don't work together anymore.

We're certainly not married anymore.

I can't help you.

f*ck, Teddy.

I'm sorry about this.

You should know that, uh... this thing blows up, you won't be touched.

I'll make sure of that.

I'll take complete responsibility.

I'll shield everyone except for James and the company.

That sounds like a thr*at.

You and Paul will both be protected.

I promise you that, but you let it be known to whoever is behind this that I am not afraid to make noise if I have to.

Do you have any idea what you're saying?

Yep, I know exactly what I'm saying.

You let them know.

I'll be here a few more hours.

I'll help you get the suppliers.

Two clean-cut American boys running a hundred keys a month from Colombia.

That's a lot of coke.

You don't get to dictate the terms of your deal.

Then we don't have a deal.

Come talk to me a minute.

Lucia, I'd be very f*cking careful if I were you.

She ain't gonna go for it.

I know they will. Okay. Don't you understand?

What?

This makes us snitches.

Like Pedro.

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Y qué?

Pedro betrayed his family.

We're handing over two white boys who would do the same thing to us given the chance.

I thought about running, but not without you.

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I'll tell them no deal.

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I'm telling you, baby, I feel like sh*t.

I need to go back to Grandma's. I f*cking told you you ain't going nowhere, all right?

Sit the f*ck down.

Sit.

No more rock.

Ain't no more nothing.

f*ck you.

You'll never be more than Franklin's lap dog.

Where you going?

How... how long I gotta stay here?

Till you stop being f*cking crazy.

What if I gotta pee? Then pee on the carpet!

Getting rid of this nasty-ass shag anyway.

Hey, what the f*ck?

I been paging you.

Needed your help with Wanda.

Been paging you all day.

Why you ain't answering me, huh?

f*cking talk to me. It's all just bullshit, cuz.

Bullshit, you just got a f*cking house.

Houses ain't even in our names, Lee.

Neither of them. I called the number?

I talked to the old owner.

Franklin's company owns this.

They ain't even our house, man.

Well, Franklin just keeping our names out of it.

Protecting us and sh*t. Protecting us from what?

n*gga, he just wants his workers happy.

He ain't give us this sh*t because he love us, Lee. Ungrateful m*therf*cker.

We ain't have sh*t a couple months ago.

You can't trust sh*t he say or do.

You gotta trust me, Lee. You're trippin', man.

You gotta do me a favor.

You my best friend, right?

Take care of my family if something happens to me.

I will, Kev, but what the f*ck is going on?

He knew.

All along, that m*therf*cker knew who k*lled Delroy and Victor, and he ain't say sh*t.

How the f*ck do you know that?

'Cause she told me. Who?

Don't matter who.

All that f*cking matters is that...

Franklin is a f*cking liar.

Don't trust Franklin.

You hear me?

Bye, Lee.

God damn it...

sh*t.

You don't even want to know about it.

It's taken care of, though. I think.

Well, LeRon is waiting on me, so why I gotta be here?

Let me show you something.

Come here.

Show you something.

Come here.

Hey.

The f*ck is that?

You don't recognize it? No.

That's the bench where we had our first date.

What?

Redondo Beach pier.

We was sitting right there.

Remember you was making fun of me?

Talking about, this some cheesy ass sh*t taking you down to Redondo Pier. Oh...

That's when I knew, right then, we was gonna be together.

Well, all I remember is you left your wallet at home, and I had to pay for dinner, or so you said.

I did leave my wallet. Mm.

Hey, was this bolted down?

Yeah, it took a while for me to get this sh*t up.

I looked kinda funny trying to run with this damn thing.

And what if you had got caught?

sh*t, come on.

I was all-city in the backfield, you know?

m*therf*ckers ain't gonna catch me, I'm running. Touchdown. Yeah.

Got something else to show you.

All right? Okay.

Stay right here, don't move. Mm-hmm.

You know, if I remember right we was watching some men fish.

You bring them back, too?

As of last week, I done made $220,000.

That's 110.

That's yours.

You know this ain't just about the money, right?

I... I know.

It's about respect.

It's about being partners.

Us both making the decision in everything that we do.

I know when I'm messing up.

I'm gonna fix it.

I love you, baby.

I love you, too, baby.

You wanted to talk?

Talk.

You know what happened to James?

Yes.

He tell you about me? Yes.

And may I ask who you are?

I work on compartmented issues for the Director.

And it's my understanding that you're not supposed to contact us ever, especially the DDO.

And you're definitely not supposed to be here, much less threatening to make noise.

Mm-hmm. Well, I had to get your attention somehow.

Now you have it.

So what is this about?

I am making huge strides in the effort.

Just tripled the allocation completely on my own.

Pretty soon I won't need Congress at all.

But, at the moment, I got a little static I need relieved.

It's an investigation that I need dropped.

Problem easily solved with one interagency phone call.

Which agency? DEA.

You can say no if you want.

But understand that that means shutting the entire operation down.

It means no more money, it means no more g*ns.

To be safe, we'll have to destroy Mr. Ballard's file on you.

Whatever you need to maintain plausible deniability.

Might have to downgrade your security clearance as well.

I can live with it.

You'll also need something to trade.

You tell him I can offer him two Cali Cartel captains who are in Los Angeles right now.

Look at me.

You ready, marica? You ready for some more?

Vamo, vamo, vamo. Oye, oye, oye.

I don't think fly boy likes it.

Too f*cking bad for fly boy.

Oye, come on, you said you wanted to be in the cocaine business.

You ready now, hijo de puta?

Hello?

Hey, who is this?

Who is this?

I mean is it D... Danilo or... or Diego?

Ah, Reed.

Tell me we're ready to go.

We are back on.

Is, uh, is Matt there? Let me talk to Matt.

We are drowning your friend in coke, and about to put razors on the roosters so they can slice each other to bits.

But the more important question is:

Are we ready to go? Yeah.

We're back on. It's fixed.

Just let me talk to Matt.

Okay.

Okay, breathe. Come... home... soon.

I'm seeing things. I'm seeing chickens.

I'm seeing chickens. Matt?

Stop doing cocaine. He won't let me.

So much.

My heart is starting to b*at weird.

It's starting to b*at like it's to a song.

Like a Colombian lullaby.

Starting to b*at to a Colombian lullaby.

Let's give him more coke.

Huh? More coke. More coke.

No, no, no, stop.

Don't give him any more cocaine.

This is Diego.

Get this business back up, or your friend will find himself fighting the razor-blade roosters.

And he would lose.

That's what I'm saying, man, it's fixed.

I fixed it, it's good. I'm gonna be home in a... a few hours with, uh... with the cash, okay?

No more cocaine. We are just beginning.

Wait.

Hold his mouth.

No, no...

Oh!

Hey!

Please, baby.

I just want a shower.

Please let me go, I'm getting all itchy.

Soon. Please!

Why are you doing this to me?

'Cause I love you. I love you too, baby, so if you let me out of here, I'll stop.

I promise.

We can go World on Wheels.

Just us.

Like... like before all of this.

Please, Lee.

I love you so much.

Please help me.

I don't think you're ready yet.

Of course I'm ready!

Baby... For you...

Come on, it'll be just like we said.

We could be... we could be a happy family.

But you... but you gotta let me out.

Okay? 'Cause my arms is hurting.

Just for a little while, baby, please.

You gotta stay to sober up.

f*ck you, then!

Buster.

Stupid ass bitch n*gga.

You ain't never gonna get none of this ever again.

I'm gonna find me a real man who don't have a problem with his woman having a little f*cking fun!

You the reason I'm stuck like a f*cking animal!

Wait, wait, wait. Where y'all going?

Y'all just gonna leave me here?

Fine, go be Franklin's bitch!

Leon! Sorry, man.

You ain't nothing but a bitch!

She got it bad, huh?

Yeah, don't worry about her.

This is about Kev.

Yeah, I checked his new spot.

Can't find him. He gone.

He all messed up, going on about you lying and paying us off. Lying?

Lying about what?

Delroy and Victor.

Exactly what did he say?

He said you knew all along who k*lled them.

Didn't care, lied to us.

It was all about you protecting your business.

God, that m*therf*cker.

He said he knew all this 'cause she told him.

She? She, who?

I don't know. Lucia?

The... the Mexican?

Oh, my God.

What? Leon...

Lucia wanted the recipe and I said no, so she must have got it from Kev.

But Kev wouldn't do that. For Delroy's k*ller?

But you said she ain't know. Come on, we gotta find him.

I just talked to the LAPD.

They found a body.

Believed to be Pedro.

Got two b*ll*ts.

He was left in some shitty alley.

That's the best you could do?

You didn't have to k*ll him.

Especially if you were thinking of cooperating.

I don't know what the f*ck you're talking about.

You don't?

You think you're so f*cking ice cold?

Wait until I bring you to the morgue to ID him.

They think feral cats got to him.

f*ck.

Pedro was having nightmares about you two finding out and k*lling him.

I'd hear him yelling in the night.

Crying about what you did to his father.

Your uncle.

You're a f*cking piece of sh*t.

You're a f*cking sociopath.

Who is this?

What's this code? "8-12-4?"

8-12-4 is the pager code for a black kid who sells rock all over South Central.

Sells for you?

I used to buy from him.

He supplies South Central?

Where's he get his coke? I don't f*cking know.

Call him.

Find out what he wants.

Hello?

Tell me you didn't go behind my back and get the process from Kevin.

I'm sorry, Franklin.

I told you I needed that recipe.

Jesus Christ.

Would have gotten out eventually.

What'd you give him in return?

Hmm? You tell him where to find Delroy's k*ller?

You really gonna let Kev k*ll him and start a f*cking w*r.

Where's Kevin now? It doesn't matter.

It'll be over soon. The f*ck it don't.

Tell me where he is!

Hello?

Is that true?

A w*r?

Tell him.

Your boy's going to Acuña Park.

You'd better hurry.

Come on.

You're gonna ID this kid for me.

Get the f*ck up when I'm talking to you.

Huh?

Let's go.

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Well?

Conejo's supposed to show up there soon.

Get out of the car. No.

You wanted to know where it's happening.

Here we are.

You're gonna point out this kid and his friend to me.

Do you understand that? If there's gonna be a sh**ting, I'm staying right here, Go find them yourself. They're probably the only black boys at the f*cking park.

You really think I'm gonna run now? You know what, Lucia?

I think you're capable of anything.

Hi, Mommy!

They'll know it was you, Kev.

They'll come after all of us, man.

Get the f*ck out of here, Saint.

All of this for two soft-headed m*therf*ckers that ain't listen to begin with?

They was family. He was family.

See, all this m*therf*cker care about is money and protecting himself.

Don't want me stirring up trouble

'cause it's bad for business?

Well, we started the business.

Without us, there is no business.

You need to calm the f*ck down, Kev.

Or what?

I grew up with you, Saint.

I loved you, and you betrayed Delroy and Victor.

So you betrayed me.

See, that's when you sold me out.

Kev...

He f*cking lied to our faces, Lee.

You know what, I thought this sh*t changed you.

And then I realized it's who you've always been.

It's who you are.

You're a traitor to your people, Saint, and I ain't following that sh*t.

Hey, Kev.

Kev, stop.

My auntie cries herself to sleep every night while he buying houses.

That ain't right.

So I'm gonna do what's right.

Get out of here, Lee.

Kev.

Kev!

Stop man, come on.

It's broad f*cking daylight.

So you really gonna do this sh*t?

In front of all these f*cking people?

Oh, f*ck.

I can't let this happen. Kev!

You ain't built for this sh*t, Saint.

Kev.

Kev!

Wait!

Kev!

Stop!

DEA!

Kevin!

DEA, drop the g*n!

sh*t, we gotta get the f*ck out of here!

We gotta get the f*ck out of here!

DEA! g*n down!

DEA! g*n down!

Stop! Stop!

You're okay, you're okay.

You're okay. Look at me, look at me.

Okay, it's all right.

It's all right.

Oh, f*ck.

f*ck!

Come on, get in the car.

Franklin, what the f*ck?

You ain't never sh*t nobody before!

Why the f*ck you sh**t Kevin?

You didn't care to restrain him.

You know what you done crazy, right?

You know what you done crazy, right?