Snowfall (2017) s01e07 Episode Script
Cracking
1 - [SCREAMING.]
- Call an ambulance! You know her? She's one of the girls I killed.
No [MOANING.]
I'm giving you one more shot, Teddy.
You go to your father's and look him in the eye.
You fuck this up, and I'm gonna kill you.
[DOOR CLOSES.]
There's nothing I wouldn't do for you.
I'm only taking two.
Well, I've got four.
The Volpes already got enough coke, and I ain't nickel-and-dimin' in the Valley.
- That's how you get arrested.
- All right, all right, all right.
What about, like, - Bel Air or some shit? - Unh-unh.
Told y'all I got a cousin named Devon up in Oakland.
Think I could take the car for a few hours? - [GLASS SHATTERS.]
- Aah! - [GRUNTING.]
- Gonna offer you my product.
Get the fuck out of here.
Ãrale! - Hey, hey! - Come on Soul - Searching - Hey [HUMMING.]
- [BEADS CLACK.]
- Oh, hello.
Thought you might've taken off for Vegas.
[CHUCKLES.]
Well, I was driving down 52nd, some kids tossed a baseball.
Smashed your driver's side window.
You're kidding me.
Mm-hmm.
Mmm.
I got it fixed.
50 bucks at Big Earl's.
That's my Cho money.
So I took some more.
"How you doin', Franklin?" "Oh, I'm fine, Mama.
Thanks for asking.
" - Right, right.
- [CHUCKLES.]
- Thanks for fixing it.
- Yeah.
But call me next time, okay? Didn't wanna interrupt the spades club.
- How'd it go? - Hmm, Me and Agatha was breakin' fools left and right.
Whoo! Attagirl.
Good for you.
- Everywhere I go - [BEADS CLACKING.]
Soul searching [SINGING ALONG.]
On the radio - Soul searching everywhere I go - [BUTTONS CLACK.]
Mrs.
Hamilton.
Hi, it's, uh, Franklin.
Is Kev up? Uhh thank you.
[CHUCKLES.]
What's up with it? Talk to me about Oakland.
[MAN SPEAKING SPANISH ON THE RADIO.]
[CONTINUES IN SPANISH, CROWD CHEERING.]
[MAN SHOUTING EXCITEDLY IN SPANISH.]
If we don't start trusting each other, these deals are gonna take a long time.
Are you in a hurry? [MAN CONTINUES IN SPANISH.]
[DOOR CLOSES.]
[BEADS CLACK, BAG UNZIPS.]
- Ah! - [LAUGHS.]
- [EXHALES DEEPLY.]
- órale.
Most of that [GLASS THUDS.]
goes towards the next shipment, okay? So don't get too attached.
Hernan's cut.
[BOTTLE CAP CLACKS.]
You're trouble, sabÃas? - [LIQUOR POURS.]
- This is for you.
[GLASS THUDS.]
You saved our asses.
- Gracias.
- [GLASSES CLINK.]
[LAUGHS.]
- [COUGHS.]
- Ah! Are you gonna go give it to him right now? SÃ.
I'll pick up some food on my way back.
Huh? Shh.
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
[THUD.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
[WHISPERS.]
SÃ.
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
[DOOR CREAKS, CRICKETS CHIRPING.]
[HEAVY BREATHING, MOANING.]
[DOOR CLOSES.]
[UNZIPS.]
[HEAVY BREATHING CONTINUES.]
- [CLATTERING.]
- GUSTAVO: [SOFTLY.]
Yeah.
[MOANING.]
Oh, Oso.
[MOANING CONTINUES.]
Oso.
[PANTING.]
GUSTAVO: Yeah [LUCIA MOANS.]
It was a mess.
Logan ODing, the girl screaming.
Kristin ran for the phone, was dialing 9-1-1.
What would you have done? Let the cops find 50 keys and a dead CIA officer? No, see, I would've told the truth when the next CIA officer asked me about it instead of insisting that he was paranoid and crazy.
I didn't know you.
Couldn't risk poisoning the well like that.
Yeah, no, I'm here.
Go ahead.
[SCRIBBLING.]
Uh, no.
That's that's great for now.
Okay.
I'll be in touch.
Bye.
They trace the number? Yeah, the number's registered to Kristin's apartment.
She mention a roommate or boyfriend or No, but, uh, boyfriend is unlikely.
TEDDY: Okay.
Well, whoever's looking for her - is staying at her place.
- [DOOR CLOSES.]
We need to figure out who that is.
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS.]
[CLICKS.]
[CLICKS.]
- [CAR DOOR OPENS.]
- [CLICKS.]
[CAR DOOR CLOSES.]
[ENGINE STARTS.]
[CLICKS.]
[CLICKS.]
Jesus.
She looks like her.
- Want a beer? - Sure.
- [TELEPHONE RINGING.]
- That's the only intel the agency could get us.
She's a graduate student? - She was.
She dropped out.
- [RINGS.]
[RINGS.]
- You want to get that? - [BOTTLE CLATTERS.]
- She's working as a paralegal.
- Hello, I'm not in right now.
Best I can tell after maybe a week of not hearing from her sister she decides to get in the car and drive out here.
So we need to figure out what else she knows.
[SCOFFS.]
She's a grad student.
What can she do? TEDDY: Exactly what she's been doing.
She can ask around, she can make some noise.
She can go to the police.
So I, for one, will sleep much better knowing that she's not gotten any traction.
I imagine probably you will, too.
And there is, uh, one more thing I need to talk to you about.
ALEJANDRO: [SIGHS.]
Okay, what's that? TEDDY: The bodies.
You didn't just dump 'em in the canyon, did you? No, I took them all out of town, buried them.
TEDDY: Where? ALEJANDRO: Uh, I'm not sure exactly.
Right, you're not sure exactly where you buried three dead girls? It was somewhere off Highway 14 in the Antelope Valley.
I could take you out there if you want to.
God, no.
I don't that's I just need to know that they're not gonna be a problem.
ALEJANDRO: Hey, look, I drove out as far as I could and I dug until I couldn't feel my arms, okay? [LOCK CLICKS, DOOR OPENS.]
Now can I ask you a question? If, by some chance, this the sister does have traction You mean, if, um, she's found something that would jeopardize the op? Yeah.
Then we have to deter her.
Let's hope it hasn't come to that.
[LATCHES CLICK.]
[CURTAIN RINGS SWOOSH.]
[RUSTLING.]
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS.]
[CAMERA WINDS.]
[CLICK.]
[CAMERA WINDS.]
[BREATHES UNEVENLY.]
[HORN BLARES IN PASSING.]
[CHILDREN SHOUTING PLAYFULLY.]
[MAN SHOUTING IN DISTANCE.]
[LAUGHS.]
So how far is Oakland? Oh, man.
It's not too bad.
Only, like, seven hours.
- Seven hours? - Yeah, man.
You know that road trips take time, man.
It's an experience.
[GRUNTS.]
Oh All right, all right.
Cho got himself a new butler, huh? [LAUGHS.]
You know where we going? [DOOR CLOSES.]
I thought you've been to Oakland before.
Once.
Way back when, though.
Take a Ding-a-Ling.
Ding Dongs, man.
Hey, you know, Leon ain't never been outside of L.
A.
? Man, whatever, homie.
I'm gambling my life around with you in this bucket.
Hey, don't distract my hoo-ride.
Sure your cousin got it hooked up? I told you, my cousin Devon say he gonna make sure we straight.
We gonna be straight when this piece of shit - blow up on the freeway? - [BABBLES IN MOCKING VOICE.]
Y'all worry too much.
Y'all gonna love Oakland.
So just relax, baby.
Damn! [ENGINE STARTS.]
Come on, hit me We here? Look lively, niggas.
- 'Bout time.
- Man, what the fuck? - [MOTORCYCLES REVVING.]
- I told you he ride.
So we're just gonna walk two keys into a damn biker rally? Man, we can't even see to get in there.
Should've came strapped.
What part of family do y'all not understand? We all good.
I gotta piss, so come on.
[KEYS JINGLE.]
[CAR DOORS CLOSING.]
Hey, for real, homie, where the door at? [GRUNTS.]
[CLATTERING.]
[DOOR SQUEAKS.]
[DOOR CLOSES, INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
Hey, the record's fucking skippin'.
- Nicky! Go! - [RECORD NEEDLE SCRATCHES.]
- MAN: Fuck that shit, man.
Fuck that.
- MAN: What's that music? [INDISTINCT CONVERSATION.]
- [BOTTLE SHATTERS.]
- I'm amazed Hey, who the fuck let y'all in? Whoa, whoa, hold on, man.
Hey I'm Devon's cousin.
Little Kev from L.
A.
? Devon said if we came up here, everything would be good and - Get out the way, man.
- All right All right, cool.
A'ight, so you just gonna let him know we here then? Family, huh? That's your mama's side or your dad's? Mama's, but I ain't never really met him like that.
MAN: Go ahead, girl! Whoo! [SHOUTING, LAUGHTER.]
MAN: Whoo! [BOTTLE SHATTERS.]
[CONVERSATIONS CONTINUE.]
Y'all seen Devon? Oh.
[COUGHS.]
Hey, Kev.
He gonna be here, man.
- The fuck you still so skinny? - I'm gonna punch you.
- You better punch me.
- [BOTH LAUGHING.]
- What's up, cuz? - What's up with it? - Hey, man.
- Yeah, yeah, what This place look great, man.
Shit, this the motherfucking hub here.
- Hey, these my peeps.
- What's up, man? - What up, homie? - How's it going? What up? You're Two Keys, right? Franklin.
Little Joe here? No, but you're on the radar.
Kick your feet up for a minute.
The bar over there.
- How long you gonna be? - Man, we just got here.
Let's do the deal, get the money, and get the fuck outta here.
You refusing my motherfucking hospitality? Hey, I'm cool to party while we wait.
They'll like him.
He like to party.
But you refusing my motherfucking hospitality.
Hey, look, he don't know no better.
- [MOTORCYCLE ENGINE RUMBLES.]
- Look, whether Little Joe rolls up in a minute or a motherfucking hour, I can't say.
But he'll be here.
A'ight? All right.
A'ight? A'ight? Shit, man, let's have some fun around this bitch.
Hey, can I get in on that game? Hell, yeah.
I told you, man, you home, man.
[UNDER BREATH.]
Watch that nigga.
We home, man.
Hey, look, so what you gonna do? - You gonna chill? - Do your thing, man.
- I'm-a hang back.
- All right.
[SNIFFS.]
You're supposed to be selling.
Come on, man.
I just need a little come up for the tricks, man.
All right, go find some place.
Last thing I need is these motherfuckers knowing I got this shit, all right? Gettin' into our samples, man.
I'm about to get in some coochie.
I'll let you know if she got a friend.
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
[SONG ENDS.]
[NEW DANCE SONG BEGINS.]
[DICE CLATTERING.]
- [MEN SHOUTING, LAUGHING.]
- MAN: Yeah, yeah.
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
[BUZZING.]
I love this song! Hey, hold still now before I fuck this up.
[MAN, WOMAN MOANING.]
- WOMAN: Oh, yeah! - [MAN GRUNTS.]
- [MOANING CONTINUES.]
- Y'all know if Devon in there? Maybe.
Whiteboy Bobby hotboxing the shit out Hey, he brought acid, too.
Hey, hey, hey.
How's she lookin'? Come on.
See for yourself.
- Look at that, man.
- [MAN LAUGHS.]
- Wow.
- Yeah.
I know.
[CHUCKLES.]
I always wanted to be an artist.
But life derailed my dreams, man.
Hey, you want a tat? - Nah.
I'm good.
- You sure? Hey, man.
I'm good.
I did a dime in San Quentin.
- I'm the best.
- [BOTH LAUGH.]
[MOTORCYCLE ENGINE REVVING.]
What's up with this backpack, cutie, huh? You got class? Uh [CHUCKLES.]
I got to do somethin'.
Yeah, yeah.
Ahh [LAUGHING.]
- [GLASS SHATTERS.]
- [MAN SHOUTS.]
- [MUSIC STOPS.]
- [CROWD SHOUTING.]
- [WOMAN MOANING.]
- MAN: You broke it, man.
Hey, what the fuck is up in there? Any word from Little Joe? - Little Joe? - MAN: Put the music back on, man! Somebody's got blow? Is it him? He ain't got nothing that concerns you.
Hey, the fuck he don't.
Why he holding out? Came here to do a deal, man.
Man, watch your motherfucking tone when you're around me, man.
- WOMAN: Hey! - [MAN SHOUTING.]
- MAN: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- [MAN PANTING.]
Her pussy turned into a fucking mouth on me, man.
- [LAUGHING.]
- Her cooze was a mouth! WOMAN: It's still just my pussy, Bobby.
Chill.
- [SHOUTING.]
- Hey, hey, hey Hey, man, where you going? Put that thing away, man! - WOMAN: Bobby! - [SHOUTING, LAUGHTER.]
[LAUGHING.]
Yo, that's why I never licked no pussy right there.
[LAUGHTER.]
[CLATTERING.]
We sold the rest of the first shipment.
I see that.
The powder wasn't moving quick enough, and Alejandro was gonna cut us off if we couldn't pay.
So you just made a deal behind my back? Yeah, with Gustavo's people.
He wanted to keep things simple.
Since when do we care what Gustavo wants? Since he found a way to move the product.
So where's my cut? Or does he get that, too? [HANDLE CLICKS.]
[CLICKS.]
[CLATTERING CONTINUES.]
[EXHALES SHARPLY.]
I made him a partner.
[BAG UNZIPS.]
It was the only way he was gonna help us.
- [PEN CLICKS.]
- Okay.
- Okay? - Sure.
You made the deal, you can pay him out of your end.
Pedro, that's fucked up.
More fucked up than you giving Gustavo a third of this business without consulting me? Huh? I didn't have a choice.
- You would've done the same thing.
- No, I wouldn't have.
What's going on with you? You're the hardest bitch I know, and now you're just giving away our business? Come on.
Pedro.
- [BEADS CLACK.]
- Pedro, we need him.
Bullshit, you like him.
- I'm just trying to keep this alive.
- You fucking him? - Excuse me? - You heard me.
Tell me you're not, that it's just business.
Then I'll know I can trust you.
I'm not fucking him.
[SIGHS.]
Bueno.
[EXHALES DEEPLY.]
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES.]
[BELL CLANGS IN DISTANCE.]
[DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE.]
[SPITS, SNIFFLES.]
[BARKING CONTINUES, SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE.]
[COUGHS.]
[SNIFFLES.]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
Come on.
[LIGHT CRACKLES.]
No fucking way.
[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE.]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
[CONVERSATIONS CONTINUE, TELEPHONES RINGING.]
MAN: Sure, that's going to St.
Augustine by this afternoon.
[DOOR CLOSES.]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
[CONVERSATIONS CONTINUE.]
[CONVERSATIONS CONTINUE.]
[CONVERSATIONS CONTINUE.]
[TELEPHONES RINGING.]
[TELEPHONES RINGING.]
I'm gonna need you to understand what it is to have your dignity, your self-respect, and make sure that other people respect you, too.
Chest out.
Head up.
Shoulders high.
My son.
My son.
- [TELEPHONE RINGS, ECHOES.]
- [CONVERSATIONS FADE.]
WOMAN: Who are you? My bad.
Sorry.
I ain't know anybody else was in here.
I can go.
Hold on.
Are you okay? Yeah.
[BREATHES SHARPLY.]
Um Do you have any idea if this used to be a Black Panther office? I think it was.
I think I came here when I was a kid to see my dad.
Well, back when he was doing his thing.
We're all just doing our thing.
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY.]
Yeah, I guess.
So what you doin' up in here? I mean, you too fine to be hanging out [EXHALES.]
Come on.
[EXHALES.]
[EXHALES.]
[CLINKING.]
Ta-da.
[CHUCKLES.]
Wh-What's that? It's my new favorite.
- Let me see.
- [GIGGLES.]
- I-I won't - Ooh.
[GIGGLES.]
I-I won't touch it.
- Just hold it out.
- [CHUCKLES.]
Ooh.
Okay, but be careful.
This is the last of it.
[CLICK.]
[INHALES SHARPLY.]
[EXHALES.]
[MURMURS.]
[EXHALES SHARPLY.]
I ain't never seen that before.
Where you get it from? You're a star.
You know where to get more? The star is a door.
This room is a door life.
Is is life, is all doors.
They're just you know, they're just just opening.
- Yeah.
- Opening You on your way to space, for sure.
[SIGHS.]
Opening.
I wanna see what it is.
Go get some more, huh? - [EXHALES.]
Oh - I'll buy it.
Oh.
[EXHALES.]
I like you, Star.
I like you, too.
[DOOR OPENS.]
[DOOR CLOSES.]
[CHUCKLES.]
[LAUGHS.]
[LAUGHS.]
Well, you're not about to walk around here barefoot? Why not? It feels it feels good.
Well, you're gonna mess those pretty feet up.
You think they're pretty? You know you got beautiful feet.
[CHUCKLES.]
Thank you, Star.
get that quarter piece, man.
Smoke this right now, brother.
Hey, don't even think about firing that shit up here.
Move your ass along.
All right.
All right, all right.
[TRAIN PASSING.]
- What you need, man? - What's up? Hey, there, girly girl.
Back already with them pretty-ass toes? [LAUGHTER.]
You got $20? - Uh, $20? Uh, yeah.
- Mm-hmm.
- [CHUCKLING.]
- Uh $20.
Mm.
[VEHICLE ARRIVES.]
Okay, come on.
Let's go.
- Uh, actually, I can't right now.
- Oh, no Why don't you go back to the special place - and maybe I'll see you later? - [LAUGHS.]
Okay.
- Bye, Franklin.
- [LAUGHS.]
Mm-hmm.
You probably right, yeah.
She fine, but she crazy.
[LAUGHTER.]
How long's that gonna last her? I don't know.
She'll probably be back tonight.
And it's coke? Rocked up, yeah.
- Why is it so cheap? - I ain't no cook, nigga.
I just move the shit.
I'll buy everything you got.
If you show me who cooked it.
Crossin' a line now, blood.
I ain't got no piece, man.
[HUMMING.]
Country motherfucker.
What the fuck are you doing? No tricks, no games, man.
I just wanna know how y'all make what y'all making.
[DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE.]
Nice shoes.
You wanna meet the Wizard? Hell, yeah.
All right, hold down the spot.
Wait.
You seriously gonna take him to Swim? This nigga got two keys of coke on him.
Hell, yeah.
Let's go, Dorothy.
Oh, watch your shit.
That's mud right there.
[LAUGHS.]
- Good looking out.
- Yeah, yeah.
[SIGHS.]
[KEYS JINGLING.]
[LOCK CLICKS, GATE CREAKS OPEN.]
Go ahead.
Come on, man.
[HITTING KEY.]
Where the fucking E key? [KEY PLAYING.]
Hey, man.
He cool.
He from L.
A.
Oh, why you didn't say that at first, man? He from L.
A.
? So who are you, Michael Jackson? No, this nigga too dark to be Michael Jackson.
He more like Sidney Poitier.
No.
I don't know why this Bobby Womack-ass nigga brought you here to my place of business when he should have had his ass out there working.
Look, Swim.
This nigga right here cleaned me out just so he can meet you.
And you see what he packin'.
Nigga, you stupid right now.
It's my fault.
I asked.
I just wanna know how y'all make what y'all makin'.
[PLAYING NOTES ON PIANO, KEYS TUNING.]
Go on.
[PIANO CONTINUES TUNING.]
Go knock that shit off, and don't come back till you're done, boy.
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES.]
What's your name? Franklin.
They call me Swim, 'cause I'm either swimming in some money or swimming in some pussy.
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES.]
Shit don't make no sense, man.
I agree.
Either you make it make sense to me, or I just gotta simplify.
And you know what I mean, right? I can't tell you if my luck's been running good or bad, man.
But y'all doing something here and I'm trying to get in on.
Now, I might be taking a leap of faith.
Shit, I might be dumb as fuck.
But this shot, this shot, it feels like it's worth takin'.
'Cause I got things I gotta do.
Things I want.
You understand what I'm sayin'? If you're the man cookin' this up, it means you an artist.
In my experience, artists create, and they want the whole world to experience it.
You an artist, Swim? Maybe.
So teach me.
Show me how to create the way you do.
I'll take it back to L.
A.
and I'll spread the word.
[SCOFFS.]
[MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY.]
[STAIRS CREAK.]
[GLASS CLINKING.]
[GATE THUDS.]
Angelico.
We're gonna cook up one more batch tonight.
SWIM: Keep up now.
We gonna go fast, you dig? So these Peruvians, right, when they make they cocaine, they got this paste.
This cocaine paste at the bottom of their barrel.
They call it "bah-say.
" Nasty shit.
But you take this "bah-say," you roll it into a cigarette, that shit gets you fucked up, Jack.
I had some of my boys who flew down to Peru for a weekend.
[FLAMES WHOOSH.]
They chasing pussy and whatnot, getting some sunshine.
They smoke this bah-say with some bitches and they love it.
Bitches love it, too.
And they keep hearin' it.
Bah-say, bah-say, bah-say, bah-say.
It keeps going in their head.
Bah-say, bahss, bahss, bahss, bahss, bahss.
Base.
Come back to the Bay Area thinkin' that bah-say was more than what it was.
Pull out their chemistry sets, try to figure out a way to free the base from the cocaine.
They didn't even know what the fuck they was doing, but next thing you know, they unlocked some whole new shit.
And like many other inventions in America, it was just a big, beautiful mistake.
Now crack is the same thing, but it's cheaper, simpler, and safer to make.
We don't fuck with no ether no more, do we, Angel? Nah, ether do what ether wanna do.
FRANKLIN: Those the only ingredients? It's like bacon and eggs, Bert and Ernie.
Sometime it only take two things that complement each other to make something great.
Peas and carrots.
SWIM: [CHUCKLES.]
Peas and fucking carrots.
Now here's the tricky part.
Yeah.
You see that? See those rocks? They're starting to swim like tadpoles.
[ROCKS CLINKING.]
Can I get high from breathing these fumes in? You get a contact, but you won't get high.
You wanna hit this shit when we done? Nah, I don't use.
You should consider it, my nigga.
That shit open up dark places in your brain, these places ain't never been touched.
Deep, dark places.
Light you up like you never been lit.
Now here we go.
Like the Earth, she cools down until she hardens.
[CRUNCHING.]
Thus creation is born.
You get $50 for this rock, man.
Bee-bop, don't stop Bee-bop, don't stop He tweakin'.
FRANKLIN: We can make some more? SWIM: Shit.
How much more? FRANKLIN: All of it.
Bee-bop, don't don't [INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
WOMAN: And you're sure about that? Was anyone there to pick her up? [TELEPHONE RINGING.]
And is this your first report about it? All right.
So what time was that? Okay.
Hi.
[SIGHS.]
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
Hi, hi.
Can I just talk to you for just one sec? I just need one sec.
It's about a missing person.
Please.
I just need to talk to you.
I'm trying I'm trying to find my friend.
She's a missing person.
Her name is Jess Avon.
Please, I know I can see that you are busy here Sir, can you please keep calm and lower your voice? - We'll get to you when we can.
- Unbelievable.
Excuse me.
Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you.
But did did you say that your friend's name was Jess Avon? Uh, yeah.
Why? You know her? No, um, I know of her.
Can we talk for a minute? Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah.
Sure.
Okay.
Oh, I'm Victoria, by the way.
Reed Thompson.
Hi.
Um [MEN SPEAKING SPANISH.]
- Bueno.
- [SPEAKING SPANISH.]
[TRUCK DOORS OPEN, CLOSE.]
[ENGINE STARTS.]
Ay! Someday soon it's gonna be foot soldiers doing all the runs instead of rancheros.
Even though seem to think nothing's changing.
Too much up for grabs.
These bastards are changing the tempo of the whole thing and from prison.
Shit.
They're gonna redraw the whole map.
That's what they're gonna do.
Being boss? Always looking ahead.
Yeah? What can you see? What's up with you? Nothing.
Listen, the other night at the party, um, that's a nice thing you said.
Sorry I got on your case, you know.
I was, um you know.
Papa? I've gotta tell you something.
[CLICK, CREAKING.]
[SNORING.]
[SNORTS.]
- What time is it? - [LAUGHS.]
What's up, man? Saint.
Little Joe ever show up? Did he ever.
Fuck is wrong with you? Devon was mad as hell, man.
You almost got me killed.
Shit would've been better, though.
I'm never drinking again.
My bad, man.
Sorry I left.
Just had to leave, man.
Get my mind right.
- All night? - Got caught up.
[SCOFFS.]
Come on, man.
Open the door.
Shit.
- Shotgun.
- Man, shotgun.
Hey, we hit 7-Eleven before we hit the highway? Oh, yeah.
Sure, baby.
You know.
[UNZIPS BAG.]
Soon as Franklin tell us why he blew the deal we drove all the way the fuck out here for.
And why he got me kicked out my own cousin's spot.
And where the hell he been all night.
Then we can go to 7-Eleven, Leon.
[BAG RUSTLING.]
- What the hell? - The fuck is that? Our future.
[SCOFFS.]
Man Nigga, you crazy, man.
- "Our future.
" - LEON: Fool trippin'.
- [ENGINE STARTS.]
- KEVIN: Fuck you talking about? LEON: [SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY.]
KEVIN: I don't wanna hear all that.
We going home.
[ZIPS BAG.]
- "The future.
" - What future? [ENGINE RUMBLING.]
- Call an ambulance! You know her? She's one of the girls I killed.
No [MOANING.]
I'm giving you one more shot, Teddy.
You go to your father's and look him in the eye.
You fuck this up, and I'm gonna kill you.
[DOOR CLOSES.]
There's nothing I wouldn't do for you.
I'm only taking two.
Well, I've got four.
The Volpes already got enough coke, and I ain't nickel-and-dimin' in the Valley.
- That's how you get arrested.
- All right, all right, all right.
What about, like, - Bel Air or some shit? - Unh-unh.
Told y'all I got a cousin named Devon up in Oakland.
Think I could take the car for a few hours? - [GLASS SHATTERS.]
- Aah! - [GRUNTING.]
- Gonna offer you my product.
Get the fuck out of here.
Ãrale! - Hey, hey! - Come on Soul - Searching - Hey [HUMMING.]
- [BEADS CLACK.]
- Oh, hello.
Thought you might've taken off for Vegas.
[CHUCKLES.]
Well, I was driving down 52nd, some kids tossed a baseball.
Smashed your driver's side window.
You're kidding me.
Mm-hmm.
Mmm.
I got it fixed.
50 bucks at Big Earl's.
That's my Cho money.
So I took some more.
"How you doin', Franklin?" "Oh, I'm fine, Mama.
Thanks for asking.
" - Right, right.
- [CHUCKLES.]
- Thanks for fixing it.
- Yeah.
But call me next time, okay? Didn't wanna interrupt the spades club.
- How'd it go? - Hmm, Me and Agatha was breakin' fools left and right.
Whoo! Attagirl.
Good for you.
- Everywhere I go - [BEADS CLACKING.]
Soul searching [SINGING ALONG.]
On the radio - Soul searching everywhere I go - [BUTTONS CLACK.]
Mrs.
Hamilton.
Hi, it's, uh, Franklin.
Is Kev up? Uhh thank you.
[CHUCKLES.]
What's up with it? Talk to me about Oakland.
[MAN SPEAKING SPANISH ON THE RADIO.]
[CONTINUES IN SPANISH, CROWD CHEERING.]
[MAN SHOUTING EXCITEDLY IN SPANISH.]
If we don't start trusting each other, these deals are gonna take a long time.
Are you in a hurry? [MAN CONTINUES IN SPANISH.]
[DOOR CLOSES.]
[BEADS CLACK, BAG UNZIPS.]
- Ah! - [LAUGHS.]
- [EXHALES DEEPLY.]
- órale.
Most of that [GLASS THUDS.]
goes towards the next shipment, okay? So don't get too attached.
Hernan's cut.
[BOTTLE CAP CLACKS.]
You're trouble, sabÃas? - [LIQUOR POURS.]
- This is for you.
[GLASS THUDS.]
You saved our asses.
- Gracias.
- [GLASSES CLINK.]
[LAUGHS.]
- [COUGHS.]
- Ah! Are you gonna go give it to him right now? SÃ.
I'll pick up some food on my way back.
Huh? Shh.
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
[THUD.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
[WHISPERS.]
SÃ.
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
[DOOR CREAKS, CRICKETS CHIRPING.]
[HEAVY BREATHING, MOANING.]
[DOOR CLOSES.]
[UNZIPS.]
[HEAVY BREATHING CONTINUES.]
- [CLATTERING.]
- GUSTAVO: [SOFTLY.]
Yeah.
[MOANING.]
Oh, Oso.
[MOANING CONTINUES.]
Oso.
[PANTING.]
GUSTAVO: Yeah [LUCIA MOANS.]
It was a mess.
Logan ODing, the girl screaming.
Kristin ran for the phone, was dialing 9-1-1.
What would you have done? Let the cops find 50 keys and a dead CIA officer? No, see, I would've told the truth when the next CIA officer asked me about it instead of insisting that he was paranoid and crazy.
I didn't know you.
Couldn't risk poisoning the well like that.
Yeah, no, I'm here.
Go ahead.
[SCRIBBLING.]
Uh, no.
That's that's great for now.
Okay.
I'll be in touch.
Bye.
They trace the number? Yeah, the number's registered to Kristin's apartment.
She mention a roommate or boyfriend or No, but, uh, boyfriend is unlikely.
TEDDY: Okay.
Well, whoever's looking for her - is staying at her place.
- [DOOR CLOSES.]
We need to figure out who that is.
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS.]
[CLICKS.]
[CLICKS.]
- [CAR DOOR OPENS.]
- [CLICKS.]
[CAR DOOR CLOSES.]
[ENGINE STARTS.]
[CLICKS.]
[CLICKS.]
Jesus.
She looks like her.
- Want a beer? - Sure.
- [TELEPHONE RINGING.]
- That's the only intel the agency could get us.
She's a graduate student? - She was.
She dropped out.
- [RINGS.]
[RINGS.]
- You want to get that? - [BOTTLE CLATTERS.]
- She's working as a paralegal.
- Hello, I'm not in right now.
Best I can tell after maybe a week of not hearing from her sister she decides to get in the car and drive out here.
So we need to figure out what else she knows.
[SCOFFS.]
She's a grad student.
What can she do? TEDDY: Exactly what she's been doing.
She can ask around, she can make some noise.
She can go to the police.
So I, for one, will sleep much better knowing that she's not gotten any traction.
I imagine probably you will, too.
And there is, uh, one more thing I need to talk to you about.
ALEJANDRO: [SIGHS.]
Okay, what's that? TEDDY: The bodies.
You didn't just dump 'em in the canyon, did you? No, I took them all out of town, buried them.
TEDDY: Where? ALEJANDRO: Uh, I'm not sure exactly.
Right, you're not sure exactly where you buried three dead girls? It was somewhere off Highway 14 in the Antelope Valley.
I could take you out there if you want to.
God, no.
I don't that's I just need to know that they're not gonna be a problem.
ALEJANDRO: Hey, look, I drove out as far as I could and I dug until I couldn't feel my arms, okay? [LOCK CLICKS, DOOR OPENS.]
Now can I ask you a question? If, by some chance, this the sister does have traction You mean, if, um, she's found something that would jeopardize the op? Yeah.
Then we have to deter her.
Let's hope it hasn't come to that.
[LATCHES CLICK.]
[CURTAIN RINGS SWOOSH.]
[RUSTLING.]
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS.]
[CAMERA WINDS.]
[CLICK.]
[CAMERA WINDS.]
[BREATHES UNEVENLY.]
[HORN BLARES IN PASSING.]
[CHILDREN SHOUTING PLAYFULLY.]
[MAN SHOUTING IN DISTANCE.]
[LAUGHS.]
So how far is Oakland? Oh, man.
It's not too bad.
Only, like, seven hours.
- Seven hours? - Yeah, man.
You know that road trips take time, man.
It's an experience.
[GRUNTS.]
Oh All right, all right.
Cho got himself a new butler, huh? [LAUGHS.]
You know where we going? [DOOR CLOSES.]
I thought you've been to Oakland before.
Once.
Way back when, though.
Take a Ding-a-Ling.
Ding Dongs, man.
Hey, you know, Leon ain't never been outside of L.
A.
? Man, whatever, homie.
I'm gambling my life around with you in this bucket.
Hey, don't distract my hoo-ride.
Sure your cousin got it hooked up? I told you, my cousin Devon say he gonna make sure we straight.
We gonna be straight when this piece of shit - blow up on the freeway? - [BABBLES IN MOCKING VOICE.]
Y'all worry too much.
Y'all gonna love Oakland.
So just relax, baby.
Damn! [ENGINE STARTS.]
Come on, hit me We here? Look lively, niggas.
- 'Bout time.
- Man, what the fuck? - [MOTORCYCLES REVVING.]
- I told you he ride.
So we're just gonna walk two keys into a damn biker rally? Man, we can't even see to get in there.
Should've came strapped.
What part of family do y'all not understand? We all good.
I gotta piss, so come on.
[KEYS JINGLE.]
[CAR DOORS CLOSING.]
Hey, for real, homie, where the door at? [GRUNTS.]
[CLATTERING.]
[DOOR SQUEAKS.]
[DOOR CLOSES, INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
Hey, the record's fucking skippin'.
- Nicky! Go! - [RECORD NEEDLE SCRATCHES.]
- MAN: Fuck that shit, man.
Fuck that.
- MAN: What's that music? [INDISTINCT CONVERSATION.]
- [BOTTLE SHATTERS.]
- I'm amazed Hey, who the fuck let y'all in? Whoa, whoa, hold on, man.
Hey I'm Devon's cousin.
Little Kev from L.
A.
? Devon said if we came up here, everything would be good and - Get out the way, man.
- All right All right, cool.
A'ight, so you just gonna let him know we here then? Family, huh? That's your mama's side or your dad's? Mama's, but I ain't never really met him like that.
MAN: Go ahead, girl! Whoo! [SHOUTING, LAUGHTER.]
MAN: Whoo! [BOTTLE SHATTERS.]
[CONVERSATIONS CONTINUE.]
Y'all seen Devon? Oh.
[COUGHS.]
Hey, Kev.
He gonna be here, man.
- The fuck you still so skinny? - I'm gonna punch you.
- You better punch me.
- [BOTH LAUGHING.]
- What's up, cuz? - What's up with it? - Hey, man.
- Yeah, yeah, what This place look great, man.
Shit, this the motherfucking hub here.
- Hey, these my peeps.
- What's up, man? - What up, homie? - How's it going? What up? You're Two Keys, right? Franklin.
Little Joe here? No, but you're on the radar.
Kick your feet up for a minute.
The bar over there.
- How long you gonna be? - Man, we just got here.
Let's do the deal, get the money, and get the fuck outta here.
You refusing my motherfucking hospitality? Hey, I'm cool to party while we wait.
They'll like him.
He like to party.
But you refusing my motherfucking hospitality.
Hey, look, he don't know no better.
- [MOTORCYCLE ENGINE RUMBLES.]
- Look, whether Little Joe rolls up in a minute or a motherfucking hour, I can't say.
But he'll be here.
A'ight? All right.
A'ight? A'ight? Shit, man, let's have some fun around this bitch.
Hey, can I get in on that game? Hell, yeah.
I told you, man, you home, man.
[UNDER BREATH.]
Watch that nigga.
We home, man.
Hey, look, so what you gonna do? - You gonna chill? - Do your thing, man.
- I'm-a hang back.
- All right.
[SNIFFS.]
You're supposed to be selling.
Come on, man.
I just need a little come up for the tricks, man.
All right, go find some place.
Last thing I need is these motherfuckers knowing I got this shit, all right? Gettin' into our samples, man.
I'm about to get in some coochie.
I'll let you know if she got a friend.
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
[SONG ENDS.]
[NEW DANCE SONG BEGINS.]
[DICE CLATTERING.]
- [MEN SHOUTING, LAUGHING.]
- MAN: Yeah, yeah.
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
[BUZZING.]
I love this song! Hey, hold still now before I fuck this up.
[MAN, WOMAN MOANING.]
- WOMAN: Oh, yeah! - [MAN GRUNTS.]
- [MOANING CONTINUES.]
- Y'all know if Devon in there? Maybe.
Whiteboy Bobby hotboxing the shit out Hey, he brought acid, too.
Hey, hey, hey.
How's she lookin'? Come on.
See for yourself.
- Look at that, man.
- [MAN LAUGHS.]
- Wow.
- Yeah.
I know.
[CHUCKLES.]
I always wanted to be an artist.
But life derailed my dreams, man.
Hey, you want a tat? - Nah.
I'm good.
- You sure? Hey, man.
I'm good.
I did a dime in San Quentin.
- I'm the best.
- [BOTH LAUGH.]
[MOTORCYCLE ENGINE REVVING.]
What's up with this backpack, cutie, huh? You got class? Uh [CHUCKLES.]
I got to do somethin'.
Yeah, yeah.
Ahh [LAUGHING.]
- [GLASS SHATTERS.]
- [MAN SHOUTS.]
- [MUSIC STOPS.]
- [CROWD SHOUTING.]
- [WOMAN MOANING.]
- MAN: You broke it, man.
Hey, what the fuck is up in there? Any word from Little Joe? - Little Joe? - MAN: Put the music back on, man! Somebody's got blow? Is it him? He ain't got nothing that concerns you.
Hey, the fuck he don't.
Why he holding out? Came here to do a deal, man.
Man, watch your motherfucking tone when you're around me, man.
- WOMAN: Hey! - [MAN SHOUTING.]
- MAN: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- [MAN PANTING.]
Her pussy turned into a fucking mouth on me, man.
- [LAUGHING.]
- Her cooze was a mouth! WOMAN: It's still just my pussy, Bobby.
Chill.
- [SHOUTING.]
- Hey, hey, hey Hey, man, where you going? Put that thing away, man! - WOMAN: Bobby! - [SHOUTING, LAUGHTER.]
[LAUGHING.]
Yo, that's why I never licked no pussy right there.
[LAUGHTER.]
[CLATTERING.]
We sold the rest of the first shipment.
I see that.
The powder wasn't moving quick enough, and Alejandro was gonna cut us off if we couldn't pay.
So you just made a deal behind my back? Yeah, with Gustavo's people.
He wanted to keep things simple.
Since when do we care what Gustavo wants? Since he found a way to move the product.
So where's my cut? Or does he get that, too? [HANDLE CLICKS.]
[CLICKS.]
[CLATTERING CONTINUES.]
[EXHALES SHARPLY.]
I made him a partner.
[BAG UNZIPS.]
It was the only way he was gonna help us.
- [PEN CLICKS.]
- Okay.
- Okay? - Sure.
You made the deal, you can pay him out of your end.
Pedro, that's fucked up.
More fucked up than you giving Gustavo a third of this business without consulting me? Huh? I didn't have a choice.
- You would've done the same thing.
- No, I wouldn't have.
What's going on with you? You're the hardest bitch I know, and now you're just giving away our business? Come on.
Pedro.
- [BEADS CLACK.]
- Pedro, we need him.
Bullshit, you like him.
- I'm just trying to keep this alive.
- You fucking him? - Excuse me? - You heard me.
Tell me you're not, that it's just business.
Then I'll know I can trust you.
I'm not fucking him.
[SIGHS.]
Bueno.
[EXHALES DEEPLY.]
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES.]
[BELL CLANGS IN DISTANCE.]
[DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE.]
[SPITS, SNIFFLES.]
[BARKING CONTINUES, SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE.]
[COUGHS.]
[SNIFFLES.]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
Come on.
[LIGHT CRACKLES.]
No fucking way.
[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE.]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
[CONVERSATIONS CONTINUE, TELEPHONES RINGING.]
MAN: Sure, that's going to St.
Augustine by this afternoon.
[DOOR CLOSES.]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
[CONVERSATIONS CONTINUE.]
[CONVERSATIONS CONTINUE.]
[CONVERSATIONS CONTINUE.]
[TELEPHONES RINGING.]
[TELEPHONES RINGING.]
I'm gonna need you to understand what it is to have your dignity, your self-respect, and make sure that other people respect you, too.
Chest out.
Head up.
Shoulders high.
My son.
My son.
- [TELEPHONE RINGS, ECHOES.]
- [CONVERSATIONS FADE.]
WOMAN: Who are you? My bad.
Sorry.
I ain't know anybody else was in here.
I can go.
Hold on.
Are you okay? Yeah.
[BREATHES SHARPLY.]
Um Do you have any idea if this used to be a Black Panther office? I think it was.
I think I came here when I was a kid to see my dad.
Well, back when he was doing his thing.
We're all just doing our thing.
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY.]
Yeah, I guess.
So what you doin' up in here? I mean, you too fine to be hanging out [EXHALES.]
Come on.
[EXHALES.]
[EXHALES.]
[CLINKING.]
Ta-da.
[CHUCKLES.]
Wh-What's that? It's my new favorite.
- Let me see.
- [GIGGLES.]
- I-I won't - Ooh.
[GIGGLES.]
I-I won't touch it.
- Just hold it out.
- [CHUCKLES.]
Ooh.
Okay, but be careful.
This is the last of it.
[CLICK.]
[INHALES SHARPLY.]
[EXHALES.]
[MURMURS.]
[EXHALES SHARPLY.]
I ain't never seen that before.
Where you get it from? You're a star.
You know where to get more? The star is a door.
This room is a door life.
Is is life, is all doors.
They're just you know, they're just just opening.
- Yeah.
- Opening You on your way to space, for sure.
[SIGHS.]
Opening.
I wanna see what it is.
Go get some more, huh? - [EXHALES.]
Oh - I'll buy it.
Oh.
[EXHALES.]
I like you, Star.
I like you, too.
[DOOR OPENS.]
[DOOR CLOSES.]
[CHUCKLES.]
[LAUGHS.]
[LAUGHS.]
Well, you're not about to walk around here barefoot? Why not? It feels it feels good.
Well, you're gonna mess those pretty feet up.
You think they're pretty? You know you got beautiful feet.
[CHUCKLES.]
Thank you, Star.
get that quarter piece, man.
Smoke this right now, brother.
Hey, don't even think about firing that shit up here.
Move your ass along.
All right.
All right, all right.
[TRAIN PASSING.]
- What you need, man? - What's up? Hey, there, girly girl.
Back already with them pretty-ass toes? [LAUGHTER.]
You got $20? - Uh, $20? Uh, yeah.
- Mm-hmm.
- [CHUCKLING.]
- Uh $20.
Mm.
[VEHICLE ARRIVES.]
Okay, come on.
Let's go.
- Uh, actually, I can't right now.
- Oh, no Why don't you go back to the special place - and maybe I'll see you later? - [LAUGHS.]
Okay.
- Bye, Franklin.
- [LAUGHS.]
Mm-hmm.
You probably right, yeah.
She fine, but she crazy.
[LAUGHTER.]
How long's that gonna last her? I don't know.
She'll probably be back tonight.
And it's coke? Rocked up, yeah.
- Why is it so cheap? - I ain't no cook, nigga.
I just move the shit.
I'll buy everything you got.
If you show me who cooked it.
Crossin' a line now, blood.
I ain't got no piece, man.
[HUMMING.]
Country motherfucker.
What the fuck are you doing? No tricks, no games, man.
I just wanna know how y'all make what y'all making.
[DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE.]
Nice shoes.
You wanna meet the Wizard? Hell, yeah.
All right, hold down the spot.
Wait.
You seriously gonna take him to Swim? This nigga got two keys of coke on him.
Hell, yeah.
Let's go, Dorothy.
Oh, watch your shit.
That's mud right there.
[LAUGHS.]
- Good looking out.
- Yeah, yeah.
[SIGHS.]
[KEYS JINGLING.]
[LOCK CLICKS, GATE CREAKS OPEN.]
Go ahead.
Come on, man.
[HITTING KEY.]
Where the fucking E key? [KEY PLAYING.]
Hey, man.
He cool.
He from L.
A.
Oh, why you didn't say that at first, man? He from L.
A.
? So who are you, Michael Jackson? No, this nigga too dark to be Michael Jackson.
He more like Sidney Poitier.
No.
I don't know why this Bobby Womack-ass nigga brought you here to my place of business when he should have had his ass out there working.
Look, Swim.
This nigga right here cleaned me out just so he can meet you.
And you see what he packin'.
Nigga, you stupid right now.
It's my fault.
I asked.
I just wanna know how y'all make what y'all makin'.
[PLAYING NOTES ON PIANO, KEYS TUNING.]
Go on.
[PIANO CONTINUES TUNING.]
Go knock that shit off, and don't come back till you're done, boy.
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES.]
What's your name? Franklin.
They call me Swim, 'cause I'm either swimming in some money or swimming in some pussy.
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES.]
Shit don't make no sense, man.
I agree.
Either you make it make sense to me, or I just gotta simplify.
And you know what I mean, right? I can't tell you if my luck's been running good or bad, man.
But y'all doing something here and I'm trying to get in on.
Now, I might be taking a leap of faith.
Shit, I might be dumb as fuck.
But this shot, this shot, it feels like it's worth takin'.
'Cause I got things I gotta do.
Things I want.
You understand what I'm sayin'? If you're the man cookin' this up, it means you an artist.
In my experience, artists create, and they want the whole world to experience it.
You an artist, Swim? Maybe.
So teach me.
Show me how to create the way you do.
I'll take it back to L.
A.
and I'll spread the word.
[SCOFFS.]
[MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY.]
[STAIRS CREAK.]
[GLASS CLINKING.]
[GATE THUDS.]
Angelico.
We're gonna cook up one more batch tonight.
SWIM: Keep up now.
We gonna go fast, you dig? So these Peruvians, right, when they make they cocaine, they got this paste.
This cocaine paste at the bottom of their barrel.
They call it "bah-say.
" Nasty shit.
But you take this "bah-say," you roll it into a cigarette, that shit gets you fucked up, Jack.
I had some of my boys who flew down to Peru for a weekend.
[FLAMES WHOOSH.]
They chasing pussy and whatnot, getting some sunshine.
They smoke this bah-say with some bitches and they love it.
Bitches love it, too.
And they keep hearin' it.
Bah-say, bah-say, bah-say, bah-say.
It keeps going in their head.
Bah-say, bahss, bahss, bahss, bahss, bahss.
Base.
Come back to the Bay Area thinkin' that bah-say was more than what it was.
Pull out their chemistry sets, try to figure out a way to free the base from the cocaine.
They didn't even know what the fuck they was doing, but next thing you know, they unlocked some whole new shit.
And like many other inventions in America, it was just a big, beautiful mistake.
Now crack is the same thing, but it's cheaper, simpler, and safer to make.
We don't fuck with no ether no more, do we, Angel? Nah, ether do what ether wanna do.
FRANKLIN: Those the only ingredients? It's like bacon and eggs, Bert and Ernie.
Sometime it only take two things that complement each other to make something great.
Peas and carrots.
SWIM: [CHUCKLES.]
Peas and fucking carrots.
Now here's the tricky part.
Yeah.
You see that? See those rocks? They're starting to swim like tadpoles.
[ROCKS CLINKING.]
Can I get high from breathing these fumes in? You get a contact, but you won't get high.
You wanna hit this shit when we done? Nah, I don't use.
You should consider it, my nigga.
That shit open up dark places in your brain, these places ain't never been touched.
Deep, dark places.
Light you up like you never been lit.
Now here we go.
Like the Earth, she cools down until she hardens.
[CRUNCHING.]
Thus creation is born.
You get $50 for this rock, man.
Bee-bop, don't stop Bee-bop, don't stop He tweakin'.
FRANKLIN: We can make some more? SWIM: Shit.
How much more? FRANKLIN: All of it.
Bee-bop, don't don't [INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS.]
WOMAN: And you're sure about that? Was anyone there to pick her up? [TELEPHONE RINGING.]
And is this your first report about it? All right.
So what time was that? Okay.
Hi.
[SIGHS.]
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
Hi, hi.
Can I just talk to you for just one sec? I just need one sec.
It's about a missing person.
Please.
I just need to talk to you.
I'm trying I'm trying to find my friend.
She's a missing person.
Her name is Jess Avon.
Please, I know I can see that you are busy here Sir, can you please keep calm and lower your voice? - We'll get to you when we can.
- Unbelievable.
Excuse me.
Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you.
But did did you say that your friend's name was Jess Avon? Uh, yeah.
Why? You know her? No, um, I know of her.
Can we talk for a minute? Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah.
Sure.
Okay.
Oh, I'm Victoria, by the way.
Reed Thompson.
Hi.
Um [MEN SPEAKING SPANISH.]
- Bueno.
- [SPEAKING SPANISH.]
[TRUCK DOORS OPEN, CLOSE.]
[ENGINE STARTS.]
Ay! Someday soon it's gonna be foot soldiers doing all the runs instead of rancheros.
Even though seem to think nothing's changing.
Too much up for grabs.
These bastards are changing the tempo of the whole thing and from prison.
Shit.
They're gonna redraw the whole map.
That's what they're gonna do.
Being boss? Always looking ahead.
Yeah? What can you see? What's up with you? Nothing.
Listen, the other night at the party, um, that's a nice thing you said.
Sorry I got on your case, you know.
I was, um you know.
Papa? I've gotta tell you something.
[CLICK, CREAKING.]
[SNORING.]
[SNORTS.]
- What time is it? - [LAUGHS.]
What's up, man? Saint.
Little Joe ever show up? Did he ever.
Fuck is wrong with you? Devon was mad as hell, man.
You almost got me killed.
Shit would've been better, though.
I'm never drinking again.
My bad, man.
Sorry I left.
Just had to leave, man.
Get my mind right.
- All night? - Got caught up.
[SCOFFS.]
Come on, man.
Open the door.
Shit.
- Shotgun.
- Man, shotgun.
Hey, we hit 7-Eleven before we hit the highway? Oh, yeah.
Sure, baby.
You know.
[UNZIPS BAG.]
Soon as Franklin tell us why he blew the deal we drove all the way the fuck out here for.
And why he got me kicked out my own cousin's spot.
And where the hell he been all night.
Then we can go to 7-Eleven, Leon.
[BAG RUSTLING.]
- What the hell? - The fuck is that? Our future.
[SCOFFS.]
Man Nigga, you crazy, man.
- "Our future.
" - LEON: Fool trippin'.
- [ENGINE STARTS.]
- KEVIN: Fuck you talking about? LEON: [SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY.]
KEVIN: I don't wanna hear all that.
We going home.
[ZIPS BAG.]
- "The future.
" - What future? [ENGINE RUMBLING.]