04x07 - Through a Glass, Darkly

[bunniefuu]

No! No!

I want that m*therf*cker
Leon dead.[/i]

Tianna my blood, too.
We'll make sure them n*gg*s pay.

We need you to take the rap
on this one, Fatback.

Franklin, did you post his bai?

No. No, no, no, no.

Well, if you didn't, who did?

We looked him in his face
and told him everything[/i]

was gonna be all right!

You f*cking full of sh*t!

Contra forces in the south
have been pushed back.

Any word on that missing
shipment of weapons?

I think I have to go
down there. Panama.[/i]

Maybe Nicaragua.
You take care of things[/i]

for me here until I get back.

You're about
to get these people[/i]

k*lled or make them
into K*llers.[/i]

We got in this game
to get rich, right?[/i]

The f*ck else you need?

It's not just about what I need.

Reed Thompson is CIA.

Mean Franklin in his pocket.

Means we all in his pocket.

Should I tell them
the shelter is being funded

by your son's drug money?

I've got proof
of everything, Alton.

I've also got proof
about who's really behind it.

Tell me what you know,
and I'll spare your family.

And what'd you do with the bod?

Had Tanosse call it in.

Whoa, hold up.
The cops was at the club?

She said the owner's
out of town.

She just runs the place,
don't know sh*t.

Which is pretty much
close to the truth.

All them keys...

I'd moved them.
Like I said I would.

-It's all good.
-All good, except for Skully

dropping bodies
outside my f*cking club!

Just one body.

Hey.

Nobody wanted this
to happen, but it worked.

Cops got they fall guy.

Tianna's m*rder's off the board.
Heat coming off us.

Y'all got Little Rock going.

Leon's gonna restart
the projects.

Get the money
flowing in again, Lou.

Bring in new soldiers.

Protect what's ours.

Huh?

Yeah. All right, come on,
we gonna be late.

Hey.

-Uh, you all right?
-Fine.

Hey, no disrespect to your pops,

but I'm not exactly
in a partying mood.

All right, man,
I feel you. Hit you later.

All right.

♪ It's called the sweep... ♪

-Congratulations!
-Hey, congratulations, Pop!

Yeah!

-Finally.

Yeah.
Come here.

Don't just stand there. Come on.

-Congratulations, Pop.
Come on in.

Thank you, son.

My God. Hey...
Thank you.

Now,
Mama tried her best.
-Yes!

You know how that
be working out.

Oh, she did all right,
didn't she?

Mmm.

I'll get you a drink.
Let me get you a drink.

You want a Hennessy?
Franklin!
Just water.

Franklin,
that was not funny.

Franklin, would you stop that...

Thank you.

Alton and I used to
talk about everything

when we first met. Hmm?

Uh, the Panther movement,
of course.

Cop-watching in Oakland.

But also just
life, death, God...

Even the Bible.
-Ah...

Come, now. Don't nobody want
to talk about the old days.

Sure, we do.
Sure, we do.

Your father was
an amateur Bible scholar.

He knew all the problems

of the Old
and the New Testament,

especially the mistakes.

-Mm-hmm. Drove my parents crazy.

-Mama would not have
liked him one bit.
Oh, no.

She would've pulled out her .
and blasted his blasphemous ass.

I don't want to know

what your mama would've
thought about me, then.

Sure don't.

Uh, we should, uh, make a toast.

-Oh.
-A water toast to, um,
the Bible breaker.

A revolutionary from the start.

We are all very proud of you.

-Uh, thank you.
-We love you.

-To Alton.
-Alton. Alton.

Good morning.

That's it. We're wheels up.

Yes, sir.

Drink?

You got anything else?

-Something stronger maybe?
-Uh, I'm not sure.

Forget it.

What's going on?

Uh, breakfast will be served

in minutes, but everyone
needs to check in first

at the front desk. All right?

Ah. Wanda.

-Uh, how you doing?
-Doing good.

Okay, well, you get a chance
to look at the new job listings?

Gonna do that first thing.

Oh, come on. Don't wait, Wanda.

-Hey.
-Hmm?

I asked around.

You're Franklin Saint's
daddy, huh?

I am.

How do you know my son?

Oh, you know,
just from the neighborhood.

Whose baby is that?

Oh, that's John Baxter's
little girl.

Hey, hey.

Come on. Come here, sweetie.

It's okay. That's okay.

It's okay. Hey-- Uh,
have you seen John Baxter?

-I'll go look for him.
-Okay. Wait, wait, wait.

No, no. No.

Okay.

Let me see if I can find him.

Have you seen John Baxter?

Hey...

John Baxter?!

Oh, John-- Oh.

Man's got the Froze.

Run inside, tell them
to call an ambulance.

♪ Here we go, here we go,
get loose Ski, yeah...[/i] ♪

-sh*t.
What's the matter?

I think we're being followed.

Think or you know?

I know.

♪ Ready to go, here we go,
here we go...[/i] ♪

How long?

A few miles back, at least.

They pros?
-Don't think so.

♪ Mm, bop, bop, bop, bop,
mm, bop, bop, bop, bop...[/i] ♪

Pull over. Let's find out.

♪ And we guarantee... ♪

-Hey, what you
m*therf*ckers want?

-Hold up.

Huh?

Already missed a drop. I don't
want to miss another one.

You don't want to know
who following us?

Dudes were Black, right?

-Yeah.
-They probably been following us

since we left
the club just now, yeah?

Probably. Right.

If they wanted to jack us,
they would've tried.

Means they wanted to follow us,

like they know we was
about to go meet the plug.

Let's go make this deal.

I'll worry about
the rest of it after.

There was another addict
who ran away.

Probably just another rockhead
stealing whatever he could.

We're seeing more and more
of them die like this.

The-the rock pushes its way
through the weakened heart,

causing cardiac arrest.

That's the son?

Uh, yeah.

-Where's the mother?
-Missing for over a month.

Also on the rock.

We can check our records,
see if she's been picked up.

In any event, she won't likely
be fit for custody.

What'll happen to them?

We'll search for relatives.

Meantime, Family and Children
Services will look out for them.

-Temporary foster home.
-And if you don't
find relatives?

We'll look
for permanent placement.

But they'll stay together?

For now.

Do you want to talk
to the boy, or should I?

No, I'll, uh...

I'll tell him. Thank you.

-You got to make the time, girl.

Hey. I mean, come on.

sh*t changed since y'all left.

-You only got one family.
-What are you talking about?

-Washers been broke
for a while now.
All right, come on.

-There's a lot more
little homies around.

n*gg*s trying to eat
any way they can, Lee.

Get your hands off of me.

Big Deon.

Fatback and him was cousins.

So you know he's been
looking for you.

MAN
Hey, Little Ron! Hey, don't get

my bike jacked, dude.

Fatback wasn't no gangsta,
but he was a real one.

He took care of the homies,
unlike your m*therf*cking ass.

That's why I came here
to make sh*t right.

Do business.
Just name your price.

Price?

You hear, cuh?

n*gga, you left mouths to feed
and no bread.

n*gga, f*ck you.

You feeling froggy?

-Leap, n*gga.
n*gga.

I've been itching
to max a n*gga out.

I ain't come here for beef,
just business.

Well, beef looking
for you, then,

'cause ain't gonna be
no business, cuh.

Come on, let's go.

Take your Jheri curl ass
on out of here, n*gga.

Run, little man.

-Step, m*therf*cker.

Come on.

Old-school n*gga
really trying to squab.

It's only a few more
left like that.

So, where is Reed today?

Had some other business.

He seem okay to you?

You know, he came to see me
the other night at the club.

He was drunk, sniffling,
like he might've been using.

If something's
going on with him,

it's in both our interests
to know, don't you think?

If you want to know,
you should ask him.

Well, I hope to.

But he ain't here.

He's okay.

Don't worry.

I am so sorry.

Most families don't want
to adopt two kids.

Especially a teen.

The boy will be
taken to a facility?

I hope not.

Can you imagine being split
from your baby sister like that?

Can we do anything?

Yes.

We can stop all of this.

-The plan was two years.
-No.

-We talked about this.
-No. And if you believe that,

then you're drinking
the Kool-Aid.

What do you want to do?

I want him to walk away.

I'm not abandoning my son again.

-Cissy. Cissy.

If you can get Franklin
to agree, we'll be out.

But if not...

C-Cissy...

-I can't.
-No, wait, wait, wait.

-I can't.
-Cissy, Cissy.
Listen to me, Cissy.

Aren't you gonna share?

You know...

as much as I am
a great believer in the...

medicinal qualities
of the coca plant...

...I can't say I endorse this
as a method of coping.

Well, who says I'm coping?

Maybe I'm just doing
my best Avi impression.

It's not an easy job,
what we do.

What we do?

I wasn't that much different
than you once, remember?

I recall a time
when I used to work

with a certain
government agency in Israel,

and I experienced
occupational burnout.

Then, in ' ,
I really messed up.

In ' ?

Abu Sharif?

Yeah.

No sh*t.
You put the b*mb in the book?

The Memoirs of Che Guevara?

-Mossad was to blame.
-sh*t.

Made to look incompetent.

International condemnation.

Some of us were
pretty damn impressed.

Not my superiors.

They distanced themselves
from me.

The writing was on the wall.

It was over.
I just refused to quit.

I put myself through
so much unnecessary anguish...

...when I should've
just walked away.

So, what was the last straw?

The day they told me
I was leaving.

It was up to me to choose
which way I left.

Walking or being carried.

That's right.

Leon's in here.

All ones, please and thank you.

Hold the f*ck up.

Why are some hos bringing me
this n*gga dead body?

Ain't no hos around here.

The hit you and your sister
put on the Saint crew. Duh.

Five grand for Leon, right?

Don't act dumb now.

Your sister put that sh*t
out on the street,

now we about to get paid.

Is you b*tches stupid?

-That ain't Leon.
-What?

Take this sh*t
and get the f*ck out of here.

Uh-uh-- nuh-uh.
We did a lot of work

to set this m*therf*cker up
and drug him.

Yeah, I broke my nails
putting him in the trunk, so...

Come on.

How about four grand?

Okay. Three grand?

Uh, we got babysitters
for this. $ ?

Get the f*ck out of here.

Franklin gone for the day.

I ain't here for him.
Hey, Jerome?

Yeah?

I got a problem with an O.G.,

and I know you came up
with them type of n*gg*s.

Yeah, they looked out for me
when I first got here.

-Was a while back.
Well, I figured

you know a way
around what I'm dealing with,

'cause that n*gga
won't even hear me out.

Gangbanging about more
than just money

and colors for O.G.s.

It's about community.

-Respect.
-Well,

this sh*t ain't Sesame Street.
What am I supposed to do?

Wrap this sh*t in a box
and hand it to them?

Fatback paid more than just
overhead to his n*gg*s, right?

-Yeah.
-He made sure everybody there,

they got what they needed.

Made them feel like
they was taken care of.

That's your job now.

You got to show them
you're serious.

All right?

I'm-a go with you.

-Okay.
-Yeah.

You really think
this a good time

to be spending hours
in the projects?

You got bodies dropping here.

I feel like it's dangerous
anywhere I go.

Leon got a bull's-eye on him.

Didn't you say
we need to do business

and serve the g*dd*mn CIA man?

Unless you want to go
to the projects

and straighten
this sh*t out yourself.

Black Diamond and Dallas
are good people.

-You should've paid them.
-Don't you realize

dummies like that
gonna bring you anybody

that look like one
of the Saints?

First, you out here
gutting n*gg*s like you crazy,

now you looking to get
any old body k*lled.

-What are you thinking, Dijah?
-I'm thinking about my daughter.

And I wouldn't even have to do
none of this sh*t

had you brought me Leon
in the first f*cking place.

Look, I'm-a tell you
one more time, all right?

I'm doing this my way!

Now, I already got stuff
in motion.

I don't need you messing it up.

Well, it take a little bit
of time to call off a hit,

so... might want to hurry
your way of doing sh*t.

The f*ck out of here!

♪ And I feel it deep inside ♪

-* Oh, how much more
can I try?[/i] ♪

♪ 'Cause I feel it in my bones ♪

♪ Causing me to fight
when you say...[/i] ♪

What'll it be?

♪ I won't give up
without a fight...[/i] ♪

Uh...

Think I'll have a, uh...

club soda, please.

♪ When you give love ♪

♪ You forgive
and then you forget[/i] ♪

♪ But it's real love ♪

♪ That is strong and stands out
from the rest[/i] ♪

♪ Things we say, we may regret ♪

♪ In the heat of emotions
we can't resist[/i] ♪

♪ When I know love
is so easy...[/i] ♪

Ground rules.

You protect my family.

This is only about
exposing the CIA.

Is that clear?

If you agree to be
totally on the record

and not hold anything back,
I promise.

♪ Brr... stick 'em! ♪

Come on, eat!
Here you go.

Thanks, man.
Hey, Lee.

Hey, Wanda.

You looking... not as bad.

Regular f*cking
Casanova over here.

I can grab you a plate
if you want.

I need to talk to you.

You ain't been
returning my pages.

I been busy.

I made it to Alton's shelter.

-Okay.
-Uh...

You ain't tell me
he was Franklin's daddy.

How you doing, girl?

I ain't think it mattered.

It didn't, but...

I heard something
while I was there.

He was talking to this
Oriental lady-- Wait, that's

-the proper term
to call them and sh*t, right?
-I don't know,

but if you got something to say,
spit it the f*ck out.

Okay, but first, if it's
something that might could help,

do you think maybe
you could put me on?

I know you ain't come up here
asking for no job.

I'm clean, Lee.

And I'm gonna stay that way.

I just... I need some money.

-Come on, Lee.
-Hey, get the f*ck out of here.

-You know I'm...
-Just get the f*ck
out of here.

Said there wasn't
gonna be no business.

You see any, n*gga?

Hey. You Big Deon, right?

From Pearl's,
off Manchester and Western?

Chris Dickerson people, right?

Yeah. Bench about ?

Full plates, n*gga.

Yeah, Dickerson and them
my folks.

Uh-huh.

Had you pegged
for Mr. Olympia and sh*t.

You still training?

Knocked a n*gga out
for saying I was on them 'roids.

Went to jail.

How you know this n*gga?

We in the game together.
Partners.

Sorry about your cousin.

Gonna pay for the funeral.

Take care of them n*gg*s, too.
I promise you that.

As long as your business don't
interfere with my business.

That's all you.

We good if the overhead good.

All right.
We pay you double right now.

Throw in a couple
of your soldiers.

Einstein and his folks got you.
They loyal.

He's the smartest, though.

What's , times ?

, , .

What the f*ck? I need more
than a human calculator.

You do right by us
and you'll have it.

We die for ours.

Something happening to them,
something happening to you.

Let's eat.

Come on, now.

-Come on.
-Y'all go ahead.

Man, I'm hungry.

Get what you want.

Give me all them, sh*t.

-On one plate, n*gga.

Y'all ain't got
no sauce or nothing.

-sh*t looks dry as f*ck.

Hey, Mama.

Hey, sweetheart.

Damn.

That new?

-It is.

Wow.

That's good.

You should treat yourself.
You deserve it.

-And I do.

So, what's up?

Well...

I had a long talk
with Paul Davis today.

-Uh-huh.
-He wants to bring us in

on two commercial towers
on Wilshire.

That's amazing. That's amazing.

And he just called
out the blue with this?

Mm, I did what you suggested.

I forgave
the church bridge loan.

-Made it a gift.
-A gift. See? See?

That's great.

Wow.

Did you ever think
you'd be in the position

to give away
a quarter million dollars?

No.

-No.
-But I knew you would.

-That's beautiful.

-Come on, let me sign this.
-Yeah.

Here.

So, you really do live
near the shelter.

How long you been here?

All my life.

-This is my parents' house.
-Hmm.

I have more questions.

I need to clarify a few things.

-That okay?

Okay.

Wiesenthal and I just missed
Mengele in Buenos Aires.

They're gonna have
an in absentia trial for him

in Jerusalem next month.

I'll have a lot more freedom
in pursuing him.

There she is.

Hello, darling.

-Querido.
-Querido, mija.[/i]

Reed.

Marta, my banker.

It's lovely to meet you.

As I said on the phone,
I am terribly sorry

-for the error.
-Well, it's not an error.

It's... it was the theft
of $ million.

Let's not call it an error.

Listen, there's been progress.

There's been progre...
There's been progress?

I'm sure there has been.

I mean,
especially once you heard

we were coming down here.
Right?

Our security forensic team
tracked the transfers,

discovered it was
one of our employees.

He made it look
as if the escrow transfer

went to Lebanon but was instead

diverted to, bueno,
multiple accounts

-around the world.
-Which employee?

That's an internal matter.

Well, no, it's my money.

We've transferred
$ million U.S.

into your account.

For all intents and purposes,

-this matter is resolved.
-It makes no sense, actually.

What, so if he stole the money,
why does he stick around?

Bueno, he runs,
he's obviously guilty.

He thought
he could hide the transfers,

-stay above suspicion.
-I'll need to speak to him
personally.

We have
our own enforcement team,

working with
Panamanian authorities.

-They want to track more
of his transfers

-before taking him in.
-The Panamanian authorities.

What's his name?

I am sorry. No.

No se puede.

I think that we're
probably gonna have to revisit

this financial relationship.

-Thank you.
Wait, wait,
where you going?

Where you going? What the f...
Hey, what's your problem?

-You got the money.
-My problem is that is
an unsatisfactory answer!

Babe?

Where you been?

Shelter said you left hours ago.

Uh...

I was...

thinking.

-Mm.

I just want you to know
that what I did...

...I did for all of us.

We got to be a unit now,
you hear?

I ain't none
of y'all little n*gg*s' daddy.

So if you off schedule,
you're missing money,

that's your ass.

It's gonna be some times when
you got to get your hands dirty.

You stay ready...

you ain't have to get ready.

Cook house got rats,
but we good.

I want these corners up
by tonight.

They ready.

Where the nerdy n*gga at?

Went to take a sh*t.

Come on.

-All right, cool. Let's go.
-You know your corner?

Think they got it?

The f*ck?

Can I help you, sweetheart?

$ , on your head,
dead or alive.

Really need that.

Thwarted, n*gga.

Well, how are you gonna collect
when you're dead?

Hmm?

Please.

My mom and dad
have gone off the pipe,

and my sisters hungry and...

-Mm.
-The water's off.

If you need anything,

f*ckin' ask.

Uh-uh.

Hell no.

What the f*ck else you know
about this bounty?

Yeah, it's Banco de Panama.

They're running their own
internal investigation.[/i]

Just give me his name.

Mm-hmm. And you're sure
that this is in regards[/i]

to the escrow account linked
with Lebanon?[/i]

Uh, what else?

Any blacklists?

Any connection
with the Sandinistas or the KGB?

The Panamanian ADO?

No, I'll figure it out myself.
Just give me the address.

Great.

Going out?

I thought maybe we should have
a drink or something.

Not a good time.

Gonna hit the hay.

-Good night, Avi.
-Listen.

Don't do what I think
you're going to do.

It's gonna be all right.

Listen to me. Hey.

Damn.

Uh, no, thank you. I have
an early morning tomorrow.

Just wanted you to hear it
from me before we publish.

This is the one, Henry.

The story I've been chasing
all these years.

Well, then...

congratulations.

Wow.

-Take it easy.

Not sure I can handle
all this enthusiasm.

I know how hard you've worked.

But I also know
how deeply your anger runs.

My anger?

-What the government did
to you and your family.
-And to yours.

What they've done to people
like us for generations.

Yes, which is
why I'm also afraid

of what they'll do to us if you
expose these kinds of secrets.

I don't know.

But we're not married anymore,

and our daughter lives
across the country

and won't speak to me, so...

my guess is whatever happens
to me, you'll be fine.

No, Irene.
If something happens to you,

-we won't be fine.
-I know what I'm doing.

I can take care of myself.

I brought you here to celebrate,

-for Christ's sake.
-All right, okay, I'm...

I'm sorry.
I-I look forward to reading it.

f*ck. No, I'm sorry. I...

Of course
I-I appreciate your concern.

You're-you're just
looking out for me.

I know I work too much.

I know it hurt our marriage.

I know I wasn't the best mom.

But this is why.

I hear you.

I do.

I hope it goes the way you want.

♪ My love still lingers on. ♪

A bounty?

-On who?!
Everybody connected
to the crew.

Who we got to thank for that?
f*cking Manboy and Skully?

-Probably.
-Chickenshit m*therf*ckers

couldn't get us,
so they had to pay.

How are we supposed
to run a business

with a f*cking bounty
on our heads?

And now we got to worry about
some m*therf*cker trying

to sh**t us every time
we walk out the f*cking door?

Was already worried about that.

That's what I'm trying
to tell you.

I swear to God, following behind
you dumb m*therf*ckers is gonna

-be the death of me.
-Well, we can't go spinning
off the rails now.

All right?
We got to stick together.

What?

What's wrong?

I need to talk to you.

Did you steal my money?

¿Qué pasó? ¿Quién es?

You're Gabriel Jaen.

And you work
for Banco de Panama.

What? I-I don't understand.
Who are you?

Do you work for Banco de Panama?

I just need to know
if you stole my money.

-I didn't steal anything.
-You didn't steal my money?

I don't know what you're
talking about. No, no, no, no!

Told Mama she must be mistaken.

That there's no way
you'd actually go off

and do something
this reckless and stupid

without coming to me first.

I'm sorry,
but he needed to know.

Well, the story was gonna break.

At least this way
the CIA takes the fall,

and we get out clean.

And how the hell you gonna
do that, huh?

Run and hide from the damn CIA?

Nehanda Abiodun and Assata
Shakur are in Cuba right now,

-protected and safe.
-What about Jerome,
Louie and Leon?

You want to take everybody
to f*cking Cuba?

-If I have to, yes!
-Maybe it won't come to that.

-Maybe there's something
we can do to stop it.
-Oh, yeah. That's right, Mama.

That's right.
Because of the reporter.

You can't stop it.
The story's already out there.

-How you think she got to me?
-She?

-Oh, so it's a woman, then?
-Too many people know, Franklin.

It's only a matter of time.

At least this way
we're ahead of it.

I'm not moving to f*cking Cuba,
looking over my damn shoulder.

-This is my f*cking home!
-You don't know who
you're dealing with!

You don't even know
his real name!

I know if this story gets out,

then we all f*cked.
So, please, come on.

-Just tell me what her name is.
-Don't be so naive, son.

-Tell me her f*cking name!
-Oh!

-Franklin!
-Wait a minute!

What? You're gonna sh**t me?!

Like you did Andre?!

sh*t.

Listen, think about
what we've been through.

We have survived massacres
in Africa,

enslavement, the Middle Passage.

We survived reconstruction,
Jim Crow, lynchings

and the ruthless oppression that
still continues till this day.

But I don't know
if we can survive this.

This systematic poisoning
of our people by the government.

And by you... son.

You are k*lling us all.

Don't you see that?!

Franklin! Stop it!

You okay?

-Are you okay?

Don't ever call me "son" again.

"For now... we see
through a glass, darkly."

f*cking poetry sh*t.
You should leave.

"But then face to face."

Alton.

Cissy. My love.

Leave, Alton.

Face the truth.

Alton, get the f*ck out of here!

Now!

-None of this makes

any f*cking sense.

How and why did you target me?

Why didn't you just
take the money and run?

-I don't understand.

Who the f*ck are you?

-I don't know anything.
-Tell me the f*cking truth.

-I don't know anything.
-I need the truth from you.

-I don't understand.
-And I don't have a lot

of time to sit here
and play this,

whatever this f*cking game is
with you. Huh?

-I am a banker.
-Yeah? Yeah? You KGB?

-I handle
international accounts.
-Are you KGB

trying to smoke me out?

Hmm? Answer me.

You Hezbollah?

Hmm? A double-cross, huh?

Hezbollah?

-I don't understand any of this.

You ever hear of, uh...

tormenta de toca?

It's th century,
used in the Inquisition.

Uh, then the, uh,
British used it

on the Arabs
and the Jews in Palestine.

Tormenta de toca.

Please, please, please.
No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, I don't know nothing!

I don't know.

-No, please. Please, no!
-The thing is,

everybody talks
when they're drowning.

I swear.

No! No! No!

Do you think I like doing this?

You think I like hurting people?

I don't know anything.

I swear.

We'll see.

Got your message again.

He's still not here.

Uh, he got his pager on him?

Te dije he's busy.

Too busy to see my f*cking s?

Maybe I can help you.

No. No, not with this.
Gustavo, call him.[/i]

And tell him this is extremely
important, all right?

Okay. Está bien.

I swear...

I didn't.

!
-Policía!

--!
-Policía![/i]

-Abre la puerta.
--!
-Ahora![/i]

-Gabriel.

♪ If I didn't care ♪

♪ More than words can say... ♪

-Hi.
-Hey.

-* If I didn't care ♪

You want to talk about it?

♪ Would I feel this way? ♪

-You burning something?
-Chicken skin.

Oh.

♪ Then why do I thrill? ♪

♪ And what makes my head
go round and round[/i] ♪

You know,
I'm not that hungry, T.

♪ While my heart stands still? ♪

Good, 'cause I'm not cooking.

♪ If I didn't care... ♪

Aw, sh*t.

How did you know
I needed one of these?

n*gga, everybody
can use one of these.

♪ And would I be sure that... ♪

Let's just start
from the beginning.[/i]

Name, why you're here.

You gonna record everything?

For both our sakes.

Make sure
I don't get anything wrong.[/i]

All this is wrong, but...

I understand.

My name is Alton Williams.[/i]

I'm the father
of Franklin Saint,[/i]

whose name you cannot use.

But he sells rock cocaine.

Jesus. You okay?

I think we in real trouble, T.

Thing is, the source

of all that cocaine
is Reed Thompson of the CIA...[/i]

...who's using the proceeds

to fund an illegal w*r
in Nicaragua.[/i]

-* If I didn't care *
-* Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

-* Would it be the same? *
-* Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Would my every prayer ♪

♪ Begin and end
with just your name?[/i] ♪

♪ And would I be sure ♪

♪ That this is love
beyond compare?[/i] ♪

♪ Would all this be true ♪

♪ If I didn't care for you? ♪

-* If I didn't care *
-* Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

-* More than words can say *
-* Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ If I didn't care... ♪

Either you let
the system destroy you...[/i]

or fight it.

We're at w*r with our
two biggest costumers.

Give me some reason to believe
that we can make it out of this.

If we don't stop this,
there is no tomorrow.

It's not an easy job,
what we do.

The good ole USA.