Snowfall (2017) s04e01 Episode Script

1 Here we are killing ourselves to keep these drugs away, and our government is just bringing them in.
I'll make you so much fucking money, you'll be able to fund that war all by yourself.
Teddy: You're digging a tunnel.
And it's gonna go all the way under the border? All the way.
Little Lee here been fucking with my crew.
Trying to take our territory.
Yo, I ain't tried.
I took that shit.
You're gonna leave his people be, or you're the one that's gonna find yourself a new plug.
These are the territories of the people we can trust.
Nobody got no connection in Inglewood? Manboy.
His sister is Skully's baby mama.
Okay, okay.
So how much weight we talking? FRANKLIN: We're making more money than we ever could've dreamed of.
What I was wrong about was the cost.
Lives are gonna be destroyed.
Either Franklin killed Andrew, or he had him killed.
Police ruled it a suicide.
Franklin Saint murdered my dad.
- (GUNSHOT) - (GASPING) I got you.
Louie: Profits is down.
Violence is rising.
The gang's at war.
This entire business is about to spin out of control.
No.
He is not ready.
It's okay, mama.
I'm here.
TOM BROKAW: There are more than 400 youth gangs in Los Angeles.
And these days, it doesn't take much to start a gang war.
FRANKLIN: What I know for sure is, if we bail, - there'll be chaos.
- (SCREAMING) gangs battling over control and territory.
And an entire fucking community in ruins.
I have to stay and fight.
("I GOT THE" BY LABI SIFFRE PLAYING) (EXHALES) I got the blues, but I don't mind All I have to do is get to you and then I feel just fine I'm on a downer, but not all the way When I'm feelin' low, you do your thing just so and then I feel okay You're so good, the way you give You're so good, you're the best there is I got the blues, got it oh so bad - when I think of me - Damn.
It's hard to be a person quite so sad Hello? - LOUIE: Hey.
- (CHUCKLES) (CHUCKLING): Hey.
- You come alone? - Yeah.
Yeah.
Peaches He, um, gonna grab a bite - and come back later.
Damn! - Okay.
- (CHUCKLES) - Look at this place.
Yeah, we still got a little work to do before Monday, but come on, - I got something to show you.
- All right.
Bricks in and out.
Expenses, cash, payroll.
And weekly payouts, including nix.
Uh, he been a problem? Well, he gets his cash and then stays out the way.
The territories.
Okay? Kilos being moved.
Was steady for a while, but then the shootings ramped up and folks got nervous.
You can forget about growth.
We barely keeping up with the buy.
Plus, more product coming over the border means more competition.
The only reason we got any sense of power or control is how cheap we getting Reed's product.
Any change in price or purity, and we got real problems.
How's it been working with him? - Who, Reed? - Mm.
Fine.
All right, cool.
Louie: Mm-hmm.
Well, you ain't making no trips to Panama.
So where's the cash? (CHUCKLES SOFTLY) Follow me.
All right, here we go.
There's more at the house.
We're hiding it every place we can think of.
- (DOOR OPENS) - JEROME: Hey, where y'all at? - Louie! - Hey.
- Hey.
- (DOOR CLOSES) What you two motherfuckers doing lurking around this bitch? - I'm getting him up to speed.
- Huh? - Give me a kiss.
- (BOTH CHUCKLE SOFTLY) I want to thank y'all for keeping this shit going while I've been hurt.
- I know it ain't been easy.
- JEROME: Easy? That shit been downright hazardous.
Ain't exactly smart, walking into this funeral, either.
If y'all want to sit this one out, I understand.
Louie: Come on.
(BUOY BELL CLANGING) (SHIP HORN BLOWS) (DISTANT HORN BLOWS) (TIRES SCREECH) (VEHICLE APPROACHING) (CAR DOOR CLOSES) FRANKLIN: What's up? - You smoking now? - TEDDY: Yeah.
Thought maybe I was getting too healthy.
Who's the new guy? Lurp.
Friend of a friend.
Lurp? Worked the long range recon patrol in nam.
Name stuck.
Memorable.
(SHIP HORN BLOWS) You're hiring mercs now? Can't be too careful, man.
'cause of what what happened to you or what's happening to your neighborhood? Couple gangs at war.
Shit's getting uglier by the day.
Yeah, I heard.
You know the players? You try talking sense to 'em? (WOMEN CRYING SOFTLY) (SOFT MURMURING) It's Franklin.
Franklin Saint, your business partner? How hard you think it was for them to get that Jesus nigga to stay on that cross? I don't know.
Uh, I, um I wanted to come through, pay my respects, say I'm sorry for your loss.
I know it ain't none of my business, but it seems this shit between you and Manboy done got out of hand.
Anything me and mine can do to help squash that beef before more people get killed? Manboy: Where y'all just come from, - a funeral? - FRANKLIN: Yeah, actually.
- In Inglewood.
- Come at us, - that's what the fuck happens.
- That's how it started? - They came at you? - Of course.
Everybody know Skully crazy.
It's on him.
SKULLY: Manboy's the fucking problem.
He don't know when to shut his bitch-ass mouth.
He done fucked up now, though.
I know, and, um, I know you want to hit back, but there's got to be a way to make this right.
(SKULLY SCOFFS) You hear this shit, Khadijah? This nigga trying to say me and your brother family, so we should just kiss and make up.
I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.
I'm gonna kill every one of them Compton motherfuckers, and anybody else that get in my way.
MANBOY: I'll tell you this.
They come back at us, you better keep that formal wear handy, 'cause we'll put every last one of them niggas - in the ground.
- (BAG THUDS) - That's unfortunate.
- FRANKLIN: Yeah.
You know, I was hoping maybe you or your people could help me out with this before it gets out of hand? Yeah, you know, there's things I can help you with and things I can't.
And unfortunately, stopping a gang war falls squarely in the latter.
You know In the '50s, the Middle East was in total chaos.
The Iranians had just nationalized their oil pipeline under General Mohammad Mosaddegh, and there was concerns that Mosaddegh might have communist sympathies, that he would ultimately become a puppet of the Soviet Union, give the Russians control of something like 60% of the free world's oil reserves.
So, the CIA orchestrated a coup to replace Mosaddegh with a general named Zahedi, and strengthen Shah Pahlavi in his place.
Now, ultimately, Shah Pahlavi presented problems of his own, but He was still the lesser of the two evils.
It was important that we take action, back the side that most benefited us at the time, try to maintain some measure of control.
You supply both sides, right? (SNIFFS) Hang in there, kid.
- (PHONE RINGING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER) Irene Abe.
All right, chuck.
Tell me something good.
No.
No, no.
You said you'd go on the record.
M-my whole story is based on your I-I understand it's scary to put yourself out there.
But if you don't talk to me, this is gonna keep happening to other people, and trust me, you don't want that on your conscience.
You Well, then, fuck you, chuck, you coward piece of shit.
The guards at the internment camp had more spine.
Fuck.
Wilson: Everything okay? Great.
Why? What's that? Our marriage certificate? Uh, Melody Wright.
That girl you were looking for? The one who went MIA after her father died? Oh, Wilson.
You sweet, sweet boy.
All right, I got it.
(MEXICAN MUSIC PLAYING) (SPEAKS SPANISH) best in Tijuana.
Just give me the keys.
I'll drive.
What is this? Cedro gave it to me for Christmas.
Cedro, he's the younger one? The-the younger one is Carlito.
Cedro turns six soon.
By the way, we're gonna have a party.
You should come.
To a six-year-old's birthday party? You spend too much time alone, amigo.
It's not good for you.
I wish you liked baseball.
At least we'd have something to talk about on these goddamn drives.
I like Fernando Valenzuela.
You kind of look like Fernando Valenzuela, actually.
(ENGINE STARTS) I'm kidding, calm down.
(SIREN WAILING) Federals? (TRUCK DOOR CLOSES) - GUSTAVO: Michoacán.
- Michoacán? (SCOFFS) (SNIFFING) (CRATE SHATTERS) Half past 1:00, this is how it goes (INDISTINCT CHATTER) FATBACK: Look at this nigga.
Come on, bruh.
Mr.
Saint.
Good to see you out and about.
FRANKLIN: Mm-hmm.
- He here? - FATBACK: Yeah.
Come on.
What up, peaches? And she would do anything that you want her to She started buggin' out, she didn't care how she looked (DOG BARKING) WOMAN: Oh, yes! Yes! (MOANING) Yes, Leon! FRANKLIN: Know what? I'm-a come back later.
No, they actually been at it for a minute.
I think they about done.
- You sure? - FATBACK: Yeah.
Give me a second.
He'll be glad to get rid of her.
- (KNOCKS ON DOOR) - Hey, Franklin out here.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN DISTANCE) (SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY) (PLANE PASSING OVERHEAD) Working hard, huh? If that's work, I'll take it.
Your mama finally let you out the house, huh? Kicking and screaming.
You know, she wouldn't even let us, uh, come and see you.
Yeah.
It's been hard on her.
Yeah.
- Call me? - We'll see.
Look at you.
(GRUNTS) got the projects on lock.
(SIGHS) Ladies coming and going.
- Surprised? - Nah, just saying.
Missed you yesterday, though.
Trying to deal with this Manboy/Skully shit.
Ain't no dealing with those motherfuckers.
Only thing you can do is stay out the way and be glad they ain't coming at us.
Yeah, well, that shit at the bottoms last week? Five people were killed, not one of 'em in the game.
Cost of doing business, homie.
- (HELICOPTER PASSING OVERHEAD) - We don't do anything soon, man, it won't just be the bottoms.
Your neighborhood.
Mine.
Our families' lives at risk.
We already there, Saint.
There's too much money for the taking, and niggas be too desperate.
What's coming is certain as Jesus on Sunday, my nigga.
That's why you refuse to work with Louie? Lost cause? Nah.
I just ain't get into this to take orders from your auntie.
I feel you.
But you know I'm back now.
I need you with me, Lee.
I got these projects to manage.
You know, business to run.
I can't leave all that just to drive you around.
(SCOFFS) Drive me around? I'm good.
You coming to Louie's for new year's? We'll see.
Might stop by for a minute.
(CELL DOOR CLACKING) (CHATTER IN SPANISH) El pocho y el gringo.
Please, have a seat.
Okay.
My name is Oscar Fuentes.
I am the new Chief of Police here in Tijuana.
I'm Reed.
This is Gustavo.
It's nice to meet you.
Um I want to start by saying we were, we were very sorry to hear about Chief Cala.
The thing was, we s We had a-an arrangement - worked out with him - No.
You didn't.
I promise you we did.
Mm, you might have had A deal, but (SIGHS) it was not a-a fair one.
- Cala thought it was pretty fair.
- (OSCAR CHUCKLES) Cala was, uh, small-minded.
Of a different generation.
He didn't fully understand the scope of the opportunity ahead for Tijuana and its people.
Which is why he's not sitting here today.
Okay.
Uh, so if you have something else in mind, just let us know.
I'm sure we can find some way to make you happy.
I really hope so.
Because you're not the only men moving product through our plazas.
Maybe, uh You've heard about this? Uh, we have.
The thing is, I don't see any reason why our business should have anything to do with theirs.
Well, I guess that is another thing you need me for, isn't it? Carlos will take you back to your truck.
There you will find your cargo in the exact condition you left it.
Then my men will escort you to wherever you want to go.
That way, your minds can be fresh and clear to think about a fair price to conduct our business.
He arrested you so they could go through the truck.
Figure out exactly how much we're bringing across.
- (TRAIN HORN BLOWING) - What're you going to do? We pay him.
Whatever he wants.
We can't afford the risk to say no.
(WHISTLES) Shit, you see that nigga walking with that cane? He look weak as hell, homie.
I'm telling you, Franklin being back don't mean shit.
That nigga weak.
He hurt.
Soft.
Best not underestimate Saint.
Boy's brain still work.
That's problem enough.
Y'all gonna talk business all night? Shit.
Damn, boots, where you find this one at? She got it bad, huh? Shit, she know the goods when she see it.
- (CHUCKLES SOFTLY) - Sup, girl? More bass than a powerful amp - You should come, too.
- What? (CHUCKLES SOFTLY) I appreciate the offer, but I got my hands full.
- Ugh.
Uh-uh.
- Next time, though.
I'll see y'all in a minute.
Yeah, a minute sound about right.
- Bye, sweetie.
- (LAUGHTER) BOOTSY: Shit, cover your ears, nigga.
Damn.
(BOOTSY MUTTERS) Mm.
You ready to have some fun? Hell yeah, I'm ready.
What you got for me? I want you to sit right here.
- Right there? - Mm-hmm.
All right.
- Mm, you like that? - Shit, you know I do.
Oh.
All right.
Do your thing, then.
(ZIPPER OPENS) (INHALES, MOANS) Damn, girl.
Mm.
Peekaboo, nigga.
(CHILDREN LAUGHING, SHOUTING) WOMAN: Hey, stop running! BOY: Mom! WOMAN: Baby? What's wrong? Oh, my god.
- (FLIES BUZZING) - Come on.
Don't look.
Don't look.
Come on.
Come on.
hit back, and you can't - blame the nigga.
- And people scared.
They ain't trying to be out on the corners selling right now.
It's fucking up our whole business.
We pick a side.
Manboy or Skully.
Get one to set the other one up, ambush 'em, disappear the bodies, end this as quick and as quiet as possible.
You're talking about a massacre.
No.
No, I'm talking about taking a few lives to save many.
Well, shit.
If we gonna be choosing sides, then I'm-a take Manboy.
Can't trust Skully with his crucifixing ass.
Say it.
Okay, I get that Manboy is the obvious choice.
And I know Skully crazy.
But he always stay in his lane.
"Lane" like the new testament type shit? Manboy always trying to test us, trying to take a territory, find a better deal.
He's smart and ambitious as anybody I ever seen.
We back him? When he done with Skully, we next.
(HEAVY DOOR RATTLING) Hey, you can crash here if you don't want to drive back.
Nuvia makes menudo.
(TEDDY COUGHS) MAN (ON TV): The level of violence seen in that era pales in comparison to the carnage seen in cities all across America today.
In the past, organized crime bosses introduced tight control and enforced ground rules.
Civilian deaths were to be avoided and every attempt was made to not kill law enforcement officers.
Today, some places (MOZART'S "SYMPHONY NO.
40" PLAYING) No, you can't stop the clock - (SNORTING) - No, you can't stop the clock No, you can't stop the clock No, you can't stop the clock (PAGER BEEPING) (SIGHS) it's McDonald.
(TURNS PAGE) Uh, sorry, you're saying you're saying that, uh, they-they didn't arrive in Panama City, or that they didn't arrive at-at the airstrip? (CLEARS THROAT) Yeah, just let me let me get into it, and then I'll-I'll-I'll get you back at this number.
Okay, thanks.
(LINE RINGING) AUTOMATED VOICE: Please leave a message after the tone.
- (BEEPS) - Hey, Avi, it's Reed Thompson.
Listen, my contact in Costa Rica said that the cargo never even showed up.
So please give me a call back at this number as soon as you can.
Thank you.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER) (GRUNTS) (HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING FAINTLY) probably best I go alone.
I doubt it.
All right.
CORNROWS: Yo! (DOOR CLOSES) - (MUTTERS) - (BABY CRYING) (CHUCKLES) (INDISTINCT CHATTER) KHADIJAH: You put conditioner in it first? (SCOFFS) I'm telling you, it'll make it a whole lot easier.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR) You gonna want to see this shit, blood.
SKULLY: Hey, Khadijah! - Go with mom.
- KHADIJAH: Come on.
SKULLY: That don't look like no re-up.
Goddamn.
I got to sit down.
Thank you.
(GRUNTS) It's a Dragunov.
Accurate from half a mile away.
Ten rounds per mag, telescopic scope.
One of these once took down an airplane.
So what's the deal, youngblood? Deal is I want this war between you and Manboy done.
Decided to help you finish it.
You said it yourself, right? Manboy don't respect shit.
He wants power, territory.
You've been loyal.
Got the soldiers to do this shit.
All you need is a little help.
(EXHALES) You feel that? Hell yeah, I feel that.
Feel like a nigga back in the pen, and somebody in the shower trying to sneak up behind a nigga.
CORNROWS: Mm-hmm.
Exactly.
SKULLY: What about you, Khadijah? You feel like you about to get fucked? Yep.
Both holes.
That's fine.
You don't want my help, it's fine.
Keep shooting it out, trading losses.
(ZIPPER CLOSES) How many can you get? As many as you want.
Uzis, too.
From who? Israeli.
He legit.
It's where I get mine.
- How much? - Dragunovs are two g's.
Uzis are $600.
More than fair.
Come with me if you want, meet him.
You don't like what you see, walk away.
No hard feelings.
- You gonna be there? - Of course, yeah.
I just want this done, man, so we can get back to making that money.
Man, if you trying to play me, I'm-a send every nigga I got to fuck your world up.
You feel me? Yeah.
Yeah, I feel you.
(OVER RADIO): Draws a foul on the penetration move.
Great first step.
As you can see there What's up, Drew? Saint.
Listen, man, I'm sorry about Bootsy.
Ain't right, what they did to him.
I think it's time for Skully to go.
(SCOFFS) You think? Mm-hmm.
I want to help you out.
Don't need your help.
I just came from the bottoms, man.
They got an army waiting for y'all to show up.
Trust me, you need my help.
And how you gonna do that? (EXHALES) (GRUNTS) See, the thing is, Skully still buys from me.
He trusts me.
I'll draw out him and his folks, and you'll ambush 'em.
With Skully gone, Inglewood will be in chaos.
And I'll bLeed them dry.
No more cocaine.
It'll be worse for a minute.
In the long run, we'll all be better off.
And you'll get revenge for Bootsy.
Hmm? How the fuck I know you ain't trying to play me? You don't.
But take a ride with me.
I'll show you.
(SEABIRDS SCREECHING) (MUSIC PLAYING FAINTLY) (DOOR OPENS) Opa, Avi.
(SPEAKS HEBREW) Wow.
And here I was, thinking maybe I was gonna have to find myself a new arms dealer.
My apologies.
Argentina isn't the easiest place to keep in touch.
Jesus, man, don't tell me you were on vacation while I got people dying and guns missing.
Of course not.
We were hunting Nazis.
You're what? We got a tip Josef Schwammberger is hiding out near Catamarca.
You know his work? He was in charge of three death camps in Poland.
Executed hundreds.
Women, children.
Oh, he's serious.
AVI: I'm always serious when it comes down to the greatest enemy the Jewish people has ever known.
Don't you want to know if we got him? Currently, I'm a little more concerned about those guns.
Yeah, well, I don't know quite yet, but we're working on it.
Do you know how difficult and complicated the international arms game is? It's a miracle anything ever goes through.
No, I-I know exactly how complicated it is.
But, you know, Avi, that's the reason that I pay you the exorbitant sums of money that I do is so that when things go wrong, I can trust that you're there to fix them.
That is your job.
Listen, I'm sending Lior on the next plane to Panama.
Okay? We'll find out what happened.
I also need you on that flight to Panama.
I'd like for you to find out yourself.
(LAUGHING) I trust Lior with my life.
- Don't worry, he'll find out.
- I'm not worried.
I just don't want Lior fixing your problems for you.
Are you saying that I can't handle myself? I don't even know who the fuck you are, man.
- It's okay, Lior.
- LIOR: Hey, if he has something - to say, let him say it.
- I did say something, and for - some reason, this guy keeps talking.
- Shut up, you.
What the fuck? I just don't understand - what his problem is.
- Okay.
- It's fine.
I'll go.
All right? - LIOR: Why? What's his problem? Hey.
My problem is that you don't seem to hear too well.
- I hear fucking excellent - Fuck.
- (GUNSHOT) - Fuck, man! - (LIOR GROANING) - You hear perfectly fine now? Okay.
The fuck, man? What the fuck is wrong with you? TEDDY: I just don't know how much more clear I can make myself.
I need to know where my guns are and I want you to find out.
And you'll let me know as soon as you do.
Dick Clark: And we're having a good time CISSY: You can blow on it all you want to.
ALTON: I've got to get it working.
I got to get it working.
Well, you can you get it working, please? Ooh! (ALTON GRUNTS) - CISSY: Ten.
- Who's winning? ALTON: (STAMMERS) who do you think? Never play monopoly with an aspiring real estate mogul.
- (FRANKLIN CHUCKLES) - CISSY: Thank you.
Thank you very much.
Where's your cane? Oh.
Thought I'd go without it.
Well, now, uh Think that's wise? I'm thinking it'd be nice for just one night to not have everybody looking at me like I got something - wrong with me.
- You do have something wrong with you.
- ALTON: Come on.
- CISSY: What? Listen, I want y'all to come with me tonight.
New year, fresh start.
Jerome and Louie would love it.
Y'all can finally bury the hatchet, so we can get back to being a family.
Just keep yourself safe, son.
(DOOR CLOSES) Ready whenever you are, sir.
(EXHALES) All right.
(GRUNTS) Love you.
FRANKLIN: I love you, too.
Happy New Year.
All right.
("FLASH LIGHT" BY PARLIAMENT PLAYING) Now, I lay me down to sleep Ooh I just can't find a beat FRANKLIN: El oso! Happy New Year, man.
Thank you for the invitation.
Yeah.
The past is the past, right? - Time to move on.
- Órale.
Congratulations, the place is fucking amazing.
Thanks, Reed.
Let me show you around.
Ain't that that girl Tanosse from back in the day? FRANKLIN: Yeah.
Mm-hmm, that's the one you got your first nut from.
Mm-hmm.
(CHUCKLES) you want a drink, tequila or something? - Water? - Water.
Two waters, please.
Listen, listen, listen for the beatbox Huh! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Yup, baby, yup, baby, yup, baby Come on, everybody, hurry up Clap, clap, clap, come on Oh.
Hi.
Guess I shouldn't be surprised, seeing you here.
No? Why's that? 'cause you was always the girl who knew everyone.
Always in the right place, right time.
And that's what this is? - The right place? - Everybody say ho! Ho! It is tonight.
Now everybody scream How you doing, T? I'm good.
You look it.
So do you.
But I heard some things.
Like what? Like the kid who was prep school bound took three bullets.
Never thought it'd be you in this game.
I didn't like the alternative.
Which was what? Their rules.
- Make it go uh - Uh Nah-nah-nah-nah - I remember him.
- Who, Leon? Nah-nah-nah-nah Glad to see y'all still cool.
It's important to keep them real niggas around.
The ones who was riding before you came up, right? - Mm.
- LEON: Hey! Hey, what the fuck you doing here?! No matter what the age I asked you a question.
Why the fuck you here?! Leon, do not make a scene.
I was invited.
By who? - By the family.
- Hey, hey, now.
Come on.
Let's not do this here.
Let's get it off the floor, come on.
Come on, baby.
Nah-nah-nah-nah, it'll make you go I got to remind you what this motherfucker responsible for? Leon, you need to calm the fuck down.
Kevin dead because of them.
FRANKLIN: Kevin's dead because he didn't listen.
- No, fuck that! - Leon! The fuck are you doing? Franklin, please get control of your man.
Hey, you stay out of it.
LEON: They went behind our back.
They went to Kevin, offered him conejo for that motherfucking recipe.
FRANKLIN: I don't need a history lesson.
Then how the hell you gonna do business with him like nothing happened?! We've been doing business with him, for months! And you'd know that if you'd been around! Who the fuck you talking to?! When you went down, what do you think happened? Everybody came at us, trying to take our territory and fuck us up.
Who you think kept 'em back? Louie? Jerome and his fucking speakers? It was me and my motherfucking crew, nigga.
And instead of gratitude, you want me to embrace this nigga? - Put the gun down! - Louie, shut the fuck up! Hey, hey, now watch your mouth now.
Hey, back up off him, nigga.
I'll beat your fat ass.
Leon, this is about business.
Huh? - Business.
- No, it's about what's right.
Lower it.
Reed, Oso, leave now.
(LEON PANTING) You lost, you know that? Money's got your head all fucked up.
Or maybe your head was never right to begin with.
You know, I thought with me being hurt, maybe you'd grow up, stop acting like a fucking child! - Nigga, fuck you! - Fuck me?! You know what, you're gonna get yourself killed, man.
And I ain't gonna lay in bed at night thinking I ain't try to set your stupid ass straight! You ain't got to worry about me, nigga, - 'cause I'm done with your ass! - Fine! Find your own fucking plug then.
Do shit the way you want.
You just stay the fuck out my way.
(GRUNTS SOFTLY) Stupid motherfucker.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Come on now, nephew.
(BIRDS CHIRPING) (CHILDREN SHOUTING PLAYFULLY) (KNOCKING ON DOOR) - Bernice Wright? - Yes.
Uh, I'm Irene Abe.
I'm a reporter with the herald examiner.
The Herald? In Odessa? No, ma'am.
In Los Angeles.
Your brother was Sergeant Andrew Wright, LAPD, is that right? I don't want to talk about any of this.
I drove a long way to come see you.
Well, I'm afraid you've wasted your time.
Please.
I just need five minutes of your time and then I'll go.
It's okay, Aunt Bernice.
You can let her in.
(SIGHS) I appreciate you inviting me in, Melody.
I know you've been through a lot, and I'm not here to cause more problems.
MELODY: It doesn't matter.
The lord's justice will be served as he sees fit.
All we can do is be pure of heart in his gaze.
Amen.
Uh, I covered what happened - to your father.
- (PEN CLICKS) I'm also aware of what took place a week later, when your neighbor Franklin was shot.
Melody didn't have nothing to do with any of that.
Franklin said he didn't know who did it, right? I-I'm not saying she did.
But there are questions that still need to be answered.
Why your father did what he did.
Who shot Franklin and why.
Why do you care about all this? About my daddy and Franklin.
Because no one else seems to.
I was born in the Crenshaw district.
Grew up there.
Raised my own daughter there.
I'm watching it change, almost by the day.
I'm scared, because I don't understand why.
And I think you do.
If you can help me, I can tell the story, and telling the story will make - people pay attention.
- It's not your place to try and stop what the lord intends.
All due respect, melody, the lord didn't break Watergate.
Woodward and Bernstein did.
Of course he did.
He guided them.
Just as he will or won't guide you.
(STAMMERS) Maybe the lord sent me here to you.
So you can tell me what really happened.
How's it go? The truth will set you free? (DISTANT SIREN WAILING) (PILLS RATTLING) (GROANS) MANBOY: These motherfuckers killed Bootsy.
Put that nigga on a cross.
It's time to show these motherfuckers what time it is.
Let's roll.
(LABORED BREATHING) ALTON: Heading out? (SIGHS) Uh, yeah.
Just gonna get a bite with lurp.
Late-night craving, huh? Yeah.
Uh-huh.
And is that a .
38 or a .
45 you got in your waist? You know, I was thinking about putting that VCR to use.
Tossing in one of those new tapes, like enter the dragon.
Remember how many times you made me and your mama take you to see that movie? By the time we'd get home, you'd hit the door and get to chopping everything in the damn house.
You chopped down our curtain In the room, papers flying and you just in there, just chopping.
(CHUCKLES): Yeah, you remember that? And then, what, Kev no, Leon.
Remember, you chopped him in the neck and he rolled off the porch out there? Couldn't tell you your name wasn't Bruce.
(CHUCKLES) Bruce, man.
The legend.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY) (IMITATING BRUCE LEE): "Be water, my friend.
" (BOTH LAUGH) Hey.
Why don't you stay home tonight, and we'll pop up some corn and put in the movie and take it all the way back.
Just me and you, old-school night.
Spend a little time with your old man.
Huh? What do you say? Thanks, Dad.