02x09 - Aftermath

[bunniefuu]

[sirens blaring]

Hands up!
You're under arrest!

We're handing over
two white boys

who would do the same thing
to us given the chance.

It's an investigation
that I need dropped.

Problem solved with
one interagency phone call.

- Which agency?
- The DEA.

I can offer 'em
two Cali cartel captains

who are in Los Angeles.

- Oye.
- Come home soon.

What you doing with my rock?

Your rock?
You out your g*dd*mn mind?

You'll never be
more than Franklin's lapdog.

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?

You're really gonna let Kev
k*ll him

and start a f*cking w*r?

Your boy's going to Acuña Park.

Stop, man, come on.

Kevin!
[g*nsh*t]

[g*nsh*t]

Stop!
DEA!

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[engine turning over]

[metal rattling]

♪ ♪

[breathing heavily]

Hey, we need to call
the hospitals

to see if he all right.

First thing we got to do
is we got to call Jerome.

Get his ass over here...
And Peaches, too.

Get him to dump
that f*cking car.

Hey, you do think he'll be
all right, right?

Of course.

I hit him in the leg.

[phone dialing]

He gonna be fine.

Okay?
All right.

["Wawa" by Lizzy Mercier Descloux]

♪ Wawa ♪

Hey, hour's up.
Time for another line.

[door opens]

[g*ns cock]

f*ck.

Well, well, well...
what do we have here?

[door closes]
A game.

Supposed to keep making
him snort,

or I sh**t him.

I've played this game myself...

believe it or not.

And who are you?

Who the f*ck is he?

I'm Avi.

I'm friends with Reed and Matt.
Who are you?

- Who are we?
- Yeah.

- f*ck you.
- That's who we are.

You remind me of a couple of
Lebanese pimps I used to know.

- Who you calling pimps?
- Who you calling Lebanese?

Carly, give me the g*n.

Carly, if you move, you die.

Carly, if you don't give me
the f*cking g*n right now,

when I'm done with him, I'm
gonna feed you to the roosters.

Wait, wait, wait,
don't... don't k*ll her.

Reed's taking care of, um...

Of the problem, so we are
just waiting... here.

He'll have the money.

Just calm, calm, okay?
Calm, yes.

What the f*ck did you do to him?

We made him snort coke
for two days straight.

Force-fed him
like the child that he is.

I keep waiting for him to die,

but our sh*t is so pure...
He just keeps f*cking going.

Mmm.

You're the Colombians.

Sí.

So what happened?

Does he owe you money, too?

Yeah, we're supposed to be
in business with him.

But they keep canceling
the shipments.

You know what?

I think...

we might have been looking
at this all wrong.

I mean, I love Colombia.

[laughing]

Turncoat piece of sh*t.

If I was there, I'd have done
that sh*t myself.

Ease up.

He was just doing what
he thought was right.

Anybody see it?

It was broad daylight
at a busy park.

Don't nobody care

about a n*gga sh**ting another
n*gga in some Mexican park.

Yeah, but the cops,
they gonna talk to Kevin.

You can bet on that sh*t.
Kevin ain't gonna squeal.

He hardheaded,
but he ain't no bitch.

That n*gga gave up the recipe,

was ready to burn
everything down.

You think he gonna keep
his mouth shut on this?

What he say might not matter.

There was a woman.

She came running at us

after it all went down,
yelling, "DEA, DEA."

DEA?

Where DEA come from?

Well, she see y'all, too?
She get your plates?

- Man, I don't know.
- We need to dump that car.

Already got Peaches on it.
g*n, too.

Well, will somebody call
around to see if Kev all right?

Okay, first, we gonna make
sure y'all all right.

Then we'll worry about Kevin.

[indistinct chatter]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Give me their names.

You hear me?

That wasn't part of my deal.

No, your f*cking deal
is to provide information

that helps law enforcement
do its f*cking job.

So you give me
the f*cking names,

or I'm gonna toss your immunity.

Okay, have it your way.

[car door closes]
Wait.

I only know the name
of the sh**t.

[dog barking in the distance]

Stay away from the windows, please.

I'm worried about Wanda.
I left her tied up at my spot.

Jerome will check up on her.

Yeah.

Hey, what'd you lie to us for?

I knew Kev couldn't handle it.

Man, f*ck that. You should
have gave it to us straight.

Why we hiding out
in the cookhouse, Leon?

'Cause Kev listened to me?

No, 'cause he did exactly
what I'd thought he'd do

if he found out the truth.

Well, maybe you should have
told him,

and the sh*t would've
went down different.

I mean, what if it was me

that got k*lled by that Mexican?

You would've let
that sh*t slide, too?

If you had been as stupid
and dumb as Delroy and Vic,

going and selling
after I told you not to? Maybe.

- f*ck you, n*gga.
- What would you have done...

Send him after Conejo, start
a f*cking w*r with the Eses?

If it was between my homey
and some random Mexican,

I'd have chosen my homey...
f*ck the consequences.

Well, then it's
a good f*cking thing

you ain't in charge.

Maybe I should be.

Maybe Kev was right
about your ass,

'cause look
where the f*ck we at.

- Stay away from the window.
- f*ck you.

[soul music playing over speakers]

♪ ♪

[door opens]

- Hey.
- Hey.

I don't think there's a
telephone pole left untouched.

[staple g*n clicks]

♪ ♪

Alton, you think we crazy...

Giving up a free house?

No.

Yeah, but...

you been homeless so long,
what do you care

if you don't have a roof over
your head?

[chuckles]

Still I rise.

I went and saw a one-bedroom
over on Hoover.

Needs a lot of paint and love.

It's got potential.

You know, that's almost
exactly what you said

when we moved in this place?

[knocking at door]

Cissy Saint?

Yes.

I'm Detective Avilés.
This is Detective Stern.

Ma'am.

We just want to ask you

a couple of questions
about your son, Franklin.

♪ ♪

Thank you very much.

[dog barking in the distance]

[indistinct chatter]
Excuse me, detectives.

Officer Andre Wright,
South Bureau.

Mind if I ask what's going on?

You know that family?

Been knowing them my whole life.

This about the boy?

How much do you know about him?

Plenty. And a lot of it
lately hasn't been good.

["Safety Dance"
by Men Without Hats plays]

Let's go, Avi.
Vámonos.

Bueno, vamos, ¿sí?

Ya, get ready.

Set, set.

Go!

♪ A place where they will
never find ♪

♪ And we can act like we come
from out of this world ♪

♪ Leave the real
one far behind ♪

Ahh!

- ♪ We can dance ♪
- ♪ We can sing ♪

♪ ♪

[g*nsh*t]

[excited chatter]

[pounding on door]

Was it two out of three?

♪ ♪

Cops.
Cops.

Cops. Shh!

Cops.

Cops.

Well, get them the f*ck
out of here, man.

♪ ♪

It's your f*cking house.

♪ We can dance,
we can dance ♪

♪ Everybody move your hands ♪

♪ We can dance,
we can dance ♪

♪ Everybody's taking
a chance ♪

[breathing heavily]

♪ Safety dance ♪

Um...

Good evening, officers.
How can I help you?

Are you the owner of this house?

Yes, I am.

It's my brother's, but he's not
home right now, so... [sniffs]

We received a noise complaint
from one of your neighbors.

Having a party?

Yes.

Just a couple of friends.

Sir, are you under the influence

of any illegal substance?
No, absolutely not.

I'm afraid we're gonna need
to take a look inside.

No. I can't... I can't...
I can't let you do that.

You can either move aside,

or I can place you under arrest
for obstructing an officer,

and then we're gonna go
inside anyway.

- No.
- [sighs]

- No.
- Turn around.

Hey, no, no, officer.

No. Hey.
Turn around, turn around.

Tómela. Tómela.

♪ We can dance,
we can dance ♪

♪ Everybody's taking
a chance ♪

Stop resisting.
[g*ns cock]

- I have rights.
- I'm a veteran officer.

Hey, you really don't want
to do this.

Shut up.

Step aside.
Whoa, whoa.

Uh, hello?

- Move aside.
- Sir, sir, sir.

Hey. Uh, evening.

Uh, this is...
my house.

What's... what's going on?

Do you know this individual?

Yeah. Yeah, he's, uh...

he's my brother.

Do you know
Detective William Han?

The Southwest Division?

He's a close friend of mine,

and before this goes
any further, I'd just...

- Stay there.
- I'd love to give him a call.

Make sure he's involved.

How do you know Detective Han?

We work together.

I'm with the State Department
here on assignment,

and, uh, he's our liaison
at the LAPD.

I'd love to just give him
a call if you don't mind.

He can confirm everything
I'm saying.

♪ ♪

We'll radio back
and try to confirm.

Mind if I hold on to your ID
for now?

Yeah, absolutely.
No problem.

♪ ♪

Thank you.

♪ Oh, it's
the safety dance ♪

♪ The safety dance ♪

Officer...
[sniffs]

The handcuffs?
Wait there.

[car door closes]

[sniffs]

You okay?

I honestly have no idea.

[sniffing]

[indistinct
police radio chatter]

We're going home.

What are you talking about?

We've been instructed
to shut down

every facet of this operation
and walk away.

By who?

Operations Division Chief
in Washington.

[scoffs]
Did they tell you why?

No.

But I imagine they've got
a good reason.

And you're not even
the least bit curious

as to what that reason is.

Honestly?

Not really.
[scoffs]

You want to fight it?
There's the phone.

Start dialing and yelling.

If it makes you feel any better,

we're not going away
completely empty-handed.

We've been alerted
of two heavy-hitter

Cali Cartel traffickers
currently in Los Angeles.

Putting together
a task force as we speak.

Cut Lucia and Gustavo loose.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

What?

Look, Franklin was right.

He had to do that sh*t.

He saved all of us.

Yeah, but I'm still tripping
on that DEA bitch.

How the f*ck
she get on the scene?

I don't think it
was a coincidence.

- Hell, no.
- sh*t.

We got to find out
what they know.

They got Leon plate.

It's a matter of time before
they end up here.

sh*t.

You know what?

I think I know
who might could help.

Want me to come with you?

No, but pack a bag for Franklin,

'cause he gonna need
to lay low either way.

Franklin.

Franklin?

Where is he?

I have no idea. Why?

Hey.
Franklin!

- Hey.
- Franklin!

- He ain't here.
- You know where my son is?

No, now, come on.
She was just leaving. Come on.

You think I'ma let you
play me like a f*cking fool?

Listen.

Everything all right, hey?
Is it?

Is that why detectives
are at my house,

telling me that Kevin's dead

and they want to talk to
Franklin about it?

What the f*ck you...
What you mean Kevin's dead?

sh*t and k*lled.

Now, you tell me where my son is

and what the f*ck is going on.

Jerome!

Franklin gonna reach out to you

if he want to talk, all right?

Not having kids,

I get you don't understand this,

but that is not
how parenting works.

Franklin ain't no g*dd*mn child.

He is my child!

- He know what he doing.
- What you taught him.

Now I know you don't know

what the f*ck you talking about.

f*ck I don't.

Him watching you hustle,

seeing the money and the girls.

You made him this way.

We all made him this way.

All of us.

You, me, Alton, Louie.

We all part of that boy.

Now he on his own path,
and he gonna do

whatever the f*ck he want to do.

At least I ain't turn my back
on him like you.

After everything I did
for you when you got here...

After everything I gave you...

Cissy,
I paid you back years ago.

What the f*ck is that
supposed to mean?

That house that your son
just paid off for you...

how you think Alton get the
down payment for that, Cissy?

You think he got the money
from flipping f*cking burgers?

Hmm?

- [scoffs]
- My f*cking hustle.

You a g*dd*mn liar.

Then ask your g*dd*mn man,

'cause you ain't
never believe me.

Don't matter where you got
the f*cking money from, Cissy.

You took that house,
you made a home,

you raised a boy in it.

I know you're afraid that
if you take Franklin money,

it's like you saying
everything is fine,

but I'm telling you,
he gonna do it anyway.

If you can accept that...

he can still be in your life.

Well, now he's wanted
for m*rder.

So he can't be in my life,
can he?

Tell him I was here.

Jerome...

tell my son I was here.

I'll tell him.

[vehicle approaching, brakes squeal]

[car doors open, close]

Hey, hey.

sh*t, Louie.

You okay?
Yeah, I'm all right.

That why we haven't
seen you in here

the last couple of days?

Yeah, that's part of it.

We could have a chat with the
person responsible if you want.

You're about to.

But I ain't here to talk
about Claudia.

I need a favor.

A friend of mine got sh*t today
in Acuña Park,

and I'm trying to figure out
what the hell happened

and they if they got
any suspects.

And the detectives...
They ain't telling me sh*t.

I don't ask nothing for free.

I just need a little bit
of information, okay?

Nothing a couple easy-peasy
phone calls can't handle.

What's your friend's name?

- Kevin Hamilton.
- All right.

Thank you.

[toilet flushes]

Want some?

[phone dialing]

[line trilling]

Who you calling?

What you care?

Hey, Mom.

Hey, I was just, uh...
wondering,

has anybody been at the house
looking for me?

Like, anybody?

Okay, thanks.

I don't know.

Look, can we talk
about this a little later?

'Cause I'm not
in the f*cking mood right now.

Okay. Sorry.

Won't happen again.

I love you, too.

All right.

Here I am trying to see
if cops been in my house,

and Moms trying to score some
Stevie Wonder tickets.

If they ain't been there
by now...

it means DEA didn't get
your plates.

So we in the clear?

[sighs] I've been thinking.

How you think the cops know

we was gonna be there
to begin with?

Lucia.

She know we was going over
to the park to stop Kevin.

So you think she set us up?

She had the recipe.

Smart thing would be
to take out the competition.

f*cking snitch.

I'll tell you one thing,
man... we get out of this sh*t...

I'm gonna find that bitch.

I'm gonna find El Oso.

And we gonna have us a chat.

[dramatic music]

Hell, yeah.

[crunches]

♪ ♪

That's it.

[zippers closing]

I don't front money ever again.

Next time you come up short,

my partners
will pay you a visit.

Understood.

Go back to the hotel,
make a call.

g*ns will start making
their way to Panama.

Thank you.

[door closes]

[sighs deeply]

We're gonna need to, um...

send a cleaning crew
to the house,

pack that up... that's burnt.

Same thing with this place.

- [moans]
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I just need a little...
I just need a little more coke.

No, no, you need rest...
and medical attention.

Here.
[grunts, gulps]

Oh, Jesus Christ.

- Oh.
- Uh, uh... Here.

I don't feel good.

Okay, uh...

you got to take him
to the hospital.

No.
I'll lay down.

You go home.
Rest.

[breathes shakily] Okay, um...

uh, yeah, take him home,
put him in bed,

give him an IV.

Hey.
Yeah?

You did great.

You hear me?
Yeah.

Thank you.

Come on.

Come on.
Here you go. Hold up.

I got him.

♪ ♪

[sobs softly]

God damn.

Where the hell y'all been?

Get my damn pages?

- What's wrong?
- What's up?

Kevin dead.

What the f*ck you mean he dead?

Detectives went by Cissy house.

They told her.

Nah.
They f*cking with you, man.

Nah, I heard the same thing

from the two cops
on Claudia's payroll.

His artery got hit,
and he bled out.

Man, why the f*ck
did you have to sh**t him?

- Hey, hey.
- What?

Man, why the f*ck
did you have to sh**t him?

No, f*ck this sh*t!

No. No.

There's more.

Cops got your name, Franklin.

They know it's you.
Man, f*ck this sh*t.

What?

[breathing heavily]

Lee!
No, just let him go.

[door opens]
You got bigger problems.

[door closes]

It's a m*rder beef now.

They got a federal witness.

We got talk about what
that mean for you.

For all of us.

♪ ♪

[breathing heavily]

[siren wailing in the distance]

Hey, babe, I got you some food.

Wanda!

sh*t!

The cops gonna keep coming...

Our place, Cissy's.

And he can't hide out
here forever.

Where he gonna go?

I got people in Baton Rouge.

The boy just k*lled
his best friend.

How he gonna handle that alone?

You think it's better
he get arrested?

How long you think Franklin
gonna last in prison?

[door closes]
My people, they family.

They'd look after him,
keep him safe.

Hey, baby.

How you feeling?

You hear from Leon?

That's gonna take a while.

The last thing Kev said
to me was,

"You ain't built
for this."

Maybe he was right.
Nephew...

Why else does sh*t go down
like this, huh?

It's the sh*t that I warned
you about.

You want to make money?

You gonna deal
with the consequences.

Ain't no way to get around that.

Yeah, well, I've always known
the next step.

Always known what I wanted.

And I can always get it.

But this sh*t...

[sighs] I don't know
what the f*ck to do, Unc.

Baby...

maybe you just need
to take some time away

from all of this, right?

Just give yourself a break,
let the heat die down,

especially if we got DEA
snooping around.

That might be a good idea.

Your auntie, she got
some family in Baton Rouge.

I make one call, and we good.

I can get you out of here
tonight if you want.

I leave,
what happens to the business?

You might need to...

put things on hold for a minute.

[dog barking in the distance]

[phone receiver clicking]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[dial tone drones
intermittently]

[phone dialing]

[line trilling]

[telephone rings]

Hello?

Hello?

♪ ♪

Is that you, son?

If it is you, please,
let me help you.

Come on, son, talk to me.

Tell me where you are.

Please, let me help you.

[door opens, closes]

♪ ♪

- Jerome and Louie?
- Sent 'em home.

Look, I'm sorry I lied
to you, man.

This sh*t's all my fault.

Didn't find Wanda,
so I went out looking for her.

You should know, word's out.

Everybody talking about Kev
being sh*t.

Talking about
how you might of done it.

- Who's everybody?
- Lookout boys...

people selling, people buying...

Everybody.

What they saying?

It's all twisted.

Some saying you sh*t him
because he tried to step up.

Others saying it's because
of some girl

or he owed you money.

What you say?

I said you ain't do sh*t,

that is was LAPD setting you up.

[scoffs]

Thanks, man.

You know, I might have to leave.

- And go where?
- Probably best you ain't know.

[sighs]

Look, I know this sh*t's a lot,
but I need a favor, man.

You think you can get me a car?

♪ ♪

You gonna leave just like that?

♪ ♪

What are you doing, Lorena?

You know this is why
we got shut down...

Him and his partner.

No, I don't.

And you don't either.

These people are
seriously connected.

You keep after this,
losing your job

is gonna be the least
of your worries.

Honestly, Tony, at this point...

I couldn't care less
about the job.

Thanks for everything.

Task force moves
on the Colombians

tomorrow morning.

Sure you don't want
to be part of that?

Happy hunting.

[wind chimes ringing]

[dog barking in the distance]

Oso!

[both scream]

[groans]
You could've k*lled my kid!

[glass breaking]

[coughing]

[groaning]

Aah!

[bodies thud]

[dog barking in the distance]

[g*nsh*t]

[groans]

[groaning]
[Oso shouting in pain]

Oso.

[groans in pain]

- No, Oso. Oso. Oso.
- Ugh!

Quédate.
Quédate conmigo.

Quédate conmigo.
Aah!

No, Oso, Oso, Oso, espérate.

Aquí estoy, okay?

Aquí me voy a quedar.

I'm right here, mi amor.
Aquí estoy.

No, no, no, no, Oso, Oso.

[speaking Spanish indistinctly]

Please, Oso, please.

Quédate conmigo.

[sobbing]
I'm right here. I'm right here.

[wind chime ringing]

[indistinct chatter on radio]

Yeah, just what you'd expect.

Both these squads know

they'll likely meet again
in the playoffs,

and they want to make
a statement here today.

Cody brings the ball across...

Nicaragua, huh?

That's interesting.

I'm sorry. You...
Who are you? You can't be here.

I guess the question is,

what agency doing work
in Nicaragua

would want to shut down
a DEA operation?

Oh.

You're the undercover
at the Villanueva place.

It's nice to meet you.

Guess I figured it was a guy.

Yeah, they usually do.

Looks like I caught you moving.

I really hope
it's because of me.

You know, you wreck my life,
I wreck yours.

Right.

So, um...
this has been fun,

but I think probably
it's time you went.

I can just start guessing
if that's better for you.

Bureau of Intelligence
and Research.

No, NSA.
CIA.

I'm pretty sure you were told
to stop asking those questions.

And I will
as soon as I hear something

that sounds like the truth.

Oh, the truth.

Yeah.

I think the truth is probably

that you and I are in this
for the same reasons.

Make America a better place.

Make America a safer place.

So why don't you go ahead
and explain to me

how you're making that happen

by shutting down
my investigation

and I'll leave you alone?

I gave you the Colombians.

And how are you in the
position to do that, I wonder.

You do know about curiosity
and the cat, right?

I'm a dog person.

Your superiors don't know
you're here, do they?

My superiors don't much
of anything, Reed.

Well, maybe you were working
for the wrong people.

And what?

Are you the right people?

Maybe. I don't know.
Maybe.

Or maybe I'm not a problem
that you need to solve.

Let's go for a ride.

Where are we going?

If I'm gonna tell you
about all this,

I'm gonna need a drink.

So are you.

[machinery beeping outside]

I'll follow you.

[dogs barking in the distance]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[barking continues]

[door opens, closes]

Any luck?

- Mama.
- Franklin.

Oh, God.

I love you.
I love you, too.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm okay.

Kev, he was...

He was gonna k*ll
somebody bad, Mama.

Somebody who knew people

who might have come looking
for payback.

Come after me, you...

everybody.

I didn't mean to k*ll Kev, Mama.

I didn't mean to k*ll Kev.

[crying softly]

[sighs]

Uh...

look, I-I-I don't know
what might happen,

and I might have to leave,

b-but I had to see you.

I had to see you,
and I had to tell you

that I don't want to lose
nobody else I love.

I thought I could do all
of this and help my people.

But it's not working out.

- [crying softly]
- So I want you to know...

that if having you in my life

means that I got
to stop all of this...

then I'm gonna do that
for you, Mama.

[crying]

Say something, Mama, please.

I just want to make sure
you're protected.

[knock at door]
Cissy, it's Andre. Open up.

- You go.
- f*ck.

I know Franklin's in there.

Both: I love you.
[knocking continues]

[g*n cocks]

- Police!
- Let me see your hands!

Don't sh**t him!
Please, don't sh**t him.

- Don't move!
- Don't sh**t him.

Wait, wait, please.

Don't sh**t him.
Don't sh**t him.

- Stop resisting!
- All right!

- [groaning]
- Franklin.

- Come on.
- Stay down.

Franklin.

Stand up right now.

Come on.
[grunts]

I love you, son.

I love you.

♪ Oh, how I cried ♪

♪ I kept crying ♪

♪ You don't miss your water ♪

I knew you couldn't stay away
from your mama.

♪ Till your well runs dry ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I kept you crying ♪

I'm right here.

♪ Sad and blue ♪

I'm right here.

♪ Oh, my, oh ♪

♪ I was a playboy ♪

I'm right here.

Baby.
Sorry, Mama.

I love you.

I love you.

I'm right here.

♪ But now that you left me ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Good Lord, how I cried ♪

♪ I keep crying,
I keep crying ♪

♪ Ooh, I've been missing
my water ♪

♪ No, I never missed
my water ♪

♪ Till my well run dry ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I sit here and wonder ♪

♪ ♪

♪ How in the world
this could be ♪

♪ My, oh, my ♪

♪ I never thought ♪

♪ Oh, I never thought ♪

♪ You'd ever leave me ♪

♪ ♪

♪ But now that you left me ♪

♪ Good Lord, good Lord ♪

♪ How I cried ♪

♪ ♪

♪ You don't miss your water,
you don't miss your water ♪

♪ Till your well run dry ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Ooh, you don't miss
your water, oh... ♪

♪ Don't miss your water ♪