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(suspenseful music)
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- Bet.
I got you.
All right, man, we waiting on you.
We good.
Smile a little bit.
We 'bout to get this bag.
You said it's time for an expansion, right?
Well, this the connect we needed.
From Memphis, Arkansas, Mississippi, Georgia,
the South 'bout to be high.
- I know they say hard work pays off but,
I still can't believe
we're finally about to catch this asshole.
- Yeah, let's hope so.
(police radio crackles)
Alright, listen up everybody.
The man that you are about to encounter
is on the FBI's Most Wanted list,
so proceed with extreme caution.
He's armed and dangerous, and as always, good luck.
We'll be watching.
(vehicle rumbling)
(suspenseful music)
(car door slams)
(bag thuds)
- Don't worry, my dogs won't bite unless I bark.
Welcome gentlemen.
My name is-
- Hey.
We agreed no names.
- Alright.
- That's what you said, right?
- My apologies.
Well, my associate here tells me that y'all are the same
Indonesian connect Frank Lucas had up in New York,
although I think he's full of shit.
(suspenseful music)
None added, none taken.
Ooh!
And they say it doesn't snow in Memphis.
May I?
(suspenseful music)
Ooh, wee! (laughs)
They gonna go crazy over this shit!
You did good, you oughta be proud of yourself.
Well gentlemen, we about to be rich.
I mean, very rich,
but before you leave, how do they say it in Indonesia?
(E speaking Indonesian)
- Jackson.
- I'm on it, I'm on it.
- How the fuck am I supposed to know this, man?
Do I look like a damn language expert to you or something?
Do I?
(both chuckling)
(suspenseful music)
I see white.
You see green.
We go our separate way.
- Well, all right.
I guess less is better.
- Shit.
Shit, get them outta there, get them outta there right now!
- Fuck!
- But I at least would've let him do his homework,
Agent Thomas.
- Green light, green light, green light, let's go!
(gunshots blasting)
(sirens wailing)
(gunshots blasting)
- Freeze!
(all shouting) (gunshots blasting)
- [Tiffany] Baby.
Baby.
(Michael gasps)
Baby it's okay, it's just me.
- Hey baby.
- It's just me, it's okay.
Good morning.
- Good morning, baby.
- What you doing down here?
- I couldn't sleep last night.
- You have another bad dream?
- Yeah.
- About your mom and your stepdad?
- Yeah, I don't wanna talk about it, okay?
- All right.
How about you get up and get yourself ready for work?
- All right, baby.
- All right, you'll meet me in the kitchen?
- I got you, I'ma take a shower.
- Well, I need to change my clothes
because your daughter decided
to spill orange juice all over me this morning.
- Please don't be mad at my baby, okay?
- Mm-hmm, I guess.
Okay, I'll see you in a minute?
- All right, baby.
- All right, see you.
- I'm up.
(water splashing)
Ooh, what's up, baby, how you doing?
- I'm good. - Yeah?
I smell something really good over here.
What you got?
- It's a new recipe.
Check your girl out.
What you think?
- Ooh.
- Baby, stop playing. - It's good, baby.
Keep that, keep that, keep that.
Mm-hmm. (chuckles)
- Hey Daddy.
- Hey baby, good morning.
How did you sleep?
- Good. - You did? Good.
- Are you coming home tonight so we can play?
Mommy brought me a new dollhouse.
- Baby, Daddy has to work,
but I'm off for the next couple of days,
so we can have a good time all weekend, I promise, okay?
- All right.
- All right, gimme a hug, I love you.
- I love you too.
* I gotta get away soon *
- What's up with this homie?
(Michael's hands clapping)
* That I can have a piece *
- Hey. - Oh, what up Dad?
- Good morning. - Good morning.
- You ready for this driving test?
- Yes sir, I'll take that test right now.
- How's it been going with your mom?
- Hmm. - Been okay?
- Yeah, it's been going straight.
- All right, all right.
You ready for the test?
- Yeah, I'll take the test right now.
- He ready for the test?
- He may be ready one day, but not today
'cause somebody can't keep their eyes on the road
and off of Snapchat.
- She just be yapping, Dad.
- Man, come on.
- I know what I be seeing,
and if you can take your eyes off your phone for one second
and look at the road,
you maybe can get your driver's permit.
- I mean, I got to let the people know I be in the streets.
- Michael, talk to him.
- Look son, I need you to get your permit, okay?
- Okay.
- And as soon as you get it,
remember what I told you I was gonna get you?
That drone.
- Yeah.
- Soon as you pass your permit.
- (chuckles) I don't know why you lying to him.
- I'm not, I'ma get it for him
and I'ma get you a car.
- Yeah. - Just like your Pops.
- Not like that. - How about that?
- Not like that. - Not like Mama's.
- And that's another lie,
'cause he gone get that car right outside.
- Don't nobody want that.
- It's okay.
- It drives just fine.
- She's a hater, it's all right.
Okay listen, what's the quote I always tell you?
- Be what you seem to be.
- That's right.
One day the world will be yours, son, all right?
- All right.
Okay, Socrates, come on, it's time to go.
- Love y'all, I'll see y'all tonight.
- All right, Pops, love you. - Bye, Daddy.
- You got a second?
- You think so?
The kids back there.
You better stop it.
Stop.
You just don't listen.
- Michael, what's wrong?
- I just don't like telling her no.
- Baby, she will understand when she gets older.
- I guess you're right.
You know what day it is?
- What?
- 25th year of not having a partner.
- That's a long time, Grandpa.
- That's a long time.
- How you feeling?
- I feel good.
- Mm.
You know, I read a article
and it was talking about trust
and opening up to new people and things, and you know what?
I don't think it's so bad.
- Okay, all right. - I think you should try it.
- You might be right.
You might be right.
- Speaking of trying something new.
- What?
You gotta stop, the kids are back there.
I gotta go.
I gotta go, I gotta go, okay?
Listen.
(both laughing)
They gonna come in and hear you, you crazy.
Come here, stop.
Okay?
I need you, ooh!
That's too low. What I tell you?
You gotta go higher, you gotta hit the ribs.
- Like this? - Yeah.
- Okay. - Higher, okay?
- Right here?
- [Michael] Remember what I taught you, exactly.
- Okay, I got it.
- All right, you gonna let me go?
- I guess you can go.
- Please.
(Tiffany sighs)
Bye, kids!
* It's the place to be, come go with me *
* Oh *
You know what I'm talking 'bout.
* Ol' Memphis, the home of Graceland *
* But still the king's land, raise your hand *
* If you understand *
* The home of rock and roll *
* But still got soul *
* Hello Memphis *
* Yeah *
* Hello Memphis *
* Hello, Ol' Memphis *
(bluesy country music)
- Knock knock.
What's going on, old man?
- Good morning, good morning.
- How you doing? - Doing pretty good.
I was just sitting here
looking over this Dante Holloway case.
- [Michael] Mm-hmm.
- I can't believe that Judge Xavier
convicted him of all three murders,
but what I don't understand is,
how could you do something like that?
- Yeah, I was reading over those files
and I couldn't believe it, I mean, I was speechless.
Your wife and kids?
- I know.
- I ain't heard nothing like that before.
- Me neither,
but tell me, how are those robbery cases going?
- It's going.
We found this in one of the scenes.
- Damn.
- These crews are very good and strategic.
Two days ago, they hit a few Foot Locker stores
and just yesterday, they hit a Amazon and Nike truck.
- Do we have any idea who's organizing this?
- Not at the moment,
but it looks like they're using a three car crew.
They're robbing between the hours of 7:00 PM and 4:00 AM.
Now we do have video footage,
but they're using stolen cars so it doesn't help that much.
- Damn.
Well, if you need any help, make sure you let me know.
- I got you. - Okay?
(Derrick knocks on door) - Lieutenant.
You wanted to see me?
- Derrick yeah, come on in.
Sit down and have a seat, son.
Derrick, Michael.
Michael, Derrick.
- Wait, wait, the Michael?
- [Mitchell] Yeah.
- Hey man, I heard a lot about you.
It's an honor to meet you.
- [Michael] He must be new.
- Yes, he's the new guy.
- Well damn.
Lieutenant?
- Look Derrick, don't let that bother you.
He can act like an asshole sometimes, but he means well.
- Clearly.
- Now Michael, Derrick is one of our top notch recruits
outta training academy.
- Mm-hmm.
- Now he's beat all records held,
and I'm talking about
from firearms training recertification,
physical fitness, health and wellness,
and most importantly, academics.
The list, it just goes on and on and on.
- Mm-hmm.
- [Mitchell] We're very proud to have him on our force.
- Thank you, Lieutenant.
- Now Derek, I'm sure you understand
Michael's one of our veterans,
and you looked over his resume, haven't you?
- Absolutely, Lieutenant.
- [Mitchell] Good, good, good.
- Yes sir, the man is top three in solving closed cases.
- [Mitchell] Absolutely.
- Also, he took down the notorious kingpin, Jerry Dotson.
- [Mitchell] Mm-hmm.
- Not to mention the serial killer, Tank Collins, right?
- Absolutely.
- Down at the academy, you a legend.
- A legend he is,
but while you were down there,
did they tell you anything
about his infamous drunken man story?
- No, drunken man?
No sir, I haven't heard that.
- [Mitchell] Oh really?
- There you go being messy.
You always being messy, Mitchell.
- No, I'm not.
Lemme tell you how this story goes.
You see, Michael got a call to go break up a fight,
you know, down there in South Memphis.
- Uh-huh.
- But when he arrived on the scene, it was only the man.
Mm-hmm.
So Danny Glover here approaches the man,
you know, with his chest and shit all stuck out,
and then all of a sudden
the man just jumps up like Bruce Lee, like whoa,
and Michael's scared ass.
(Mitchell imitates tires skidding)
I mean, gone.
Michael just took off running.
- [Derrick] No he didn't, did he?
- Gone!
- (laughs) You ran?
You a track star.
- Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute,
and according to the eye witness report,
he whooped Michael's ass
all the way from Lamar back to Frazier.
- [Derrick] Now, that's far.
- That's pretty damn far.
(Derrick laughing)
And I'm talking whooping his ass.
- [Derrick] Woo! Get his ass kicked.
- First of all, I ain't never-
- Now we ended up having to call in backup for him.
- [Derrick] What?
- [Mitchell] Yes, we did.
- First of all, I ain't never had my ass whooped,
and I ain't never ran from no man.
Now, why are we here?
- Look, let's just cut to the chase then.
Now Derrick has the potential
to be one of the best and brightest detectives
on this department, and I just want him trained by the best.
At least now, for the next six months.
- By who? - You!
- Me? - You damn right.
- [Michael] You know I don't train rookies
and I don't do partners.
- I know that.
Now Michael, if I'm asking that's because it's important.
I wouldn't be asking if it wasn't, and you know that.
- Plus, I got all these cases that I'm working on.
I really don't have time.
- Not anymore.
- Lieutenant, it's, it's fine, okay?
It's cool.
I appreciate it, but you do not have to beg this man
to do anything for me, all right?
The last thing I wanna do
is work with somebody who doesn't give a damn
about the badge around his neck,
so if you'll excuse me, Lieutenant, I'll be headed out.
- There you go. - Have a good one.
- You gonna let him talk to you like that?
- Rookie, bring your ass back in here.
- [Derrick] Look man, we good, bro.
- Bring your green ass back in here.
Mitchell, you owe me.
Meet me at the truck, the black truck out front.
- Lieutenant?
- Take your little ass on down there
and wait for him like he said.
- Yes sir, Lieutenant.
See you down there.
(hand slapping)
Old man.
- See, this shit ain't gonna work.
- Yes it is, it's gonna work.
I see it, it's gonna work.
Oh, and I love it.
Look.
Seriously, give this to Derrick,
he gonna need this, okay?
Wah!
(Mitchell laughing)
- Nigga, where you at?
Bruh, yes nigga.
It's the white flower, the new shit.
All right, come up to the precinct.
I'm about to hoop and shit.
All right nigga, bring your ass.
These niggas be taking so long.
Man, I'm ready to hoop, man.
The hell you talking about?
Who the fuck is?
Hey, get that motherfucker.
(vehicle rumbling)
- Young soldier, what's wrong?
What's wrong with ya, soldier?
- All right, come on, man.
- Yeah, man.
- Man, you can't be pulling up like that, boy.
I was ready to take something, what's good?
- Yeah man, you see it?
You see, that's what we got shot about right there, boy.
One day.
One day, you mark me words.
One day, you're gonna pull that shit on the wrong nigga,
and him gonna blow your ass away.
- Man, I'm not worried about that shit.
I'ma have niggas roll up in the pack and smoking on him.
Slam 'em out.
What's good, fam?
- Yeah man, yeah man.
Young Duke, what's wrong?
What's up with ya?
This boy right here, man.
Me know this boy since I small, you man,
and him never say nothing.
Him never talk, man.
- He ain't supposed to talk,
but let a nigga play
and a nigga gonna die the same day on game, man.
My nigga is not playing.
- Yeah man, I hear you, I hear you.
- I know you heard of the Grim Reaper before.
- Yeah man, me hear about him, me hear about him.
Yeah man, but me see you.
You out here up on the court,
perspiring and sweating and shit, man.
Please tell me y'all putting in work, boy.
- I do this shit, man.
My folks say I'm like Steph out here.
- [Ray] Oh, here he go.
Steph who, Steph Curry goat?
- Come on, man.
- Cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha.
- Talk that shit, man.
It's always old cha bark, hating ass nigga round, man.
Come, but you know what?
- Oh child.
- Bring your ass to the precinct.
- Oh, you want some of this, boy?
- You want some of me?
Boy, I'll- - Check that ass.
(both chattering)
(both laughing)
But damn though, for real, when you cop this ho?
- So you like this thing here?
- Hell yeah, come on. - It's nasty, Ray.
- Good, good, good.
So, me what ya say?
Say you like it, but do you like it, like it?
- Ray, I fucks with it, this it.
You got you one with this motherfucker.
- [Ray] Good.
No, you got yourself one.
This is your birthday present from your uncle.
Happy birthday, baby boy.
Yeah man. - Hold on, hold up.
- [Ray] Yeah man, from your uncle.
- You saying like, this my joint?
- [Ray] All you.
Big up for your earth day, your earth strong day, boy.
- Man, what the? - Yeah, man.
- Unc know I fuck with this, all that tough love.
- [Ray] Yeah man, yeah man.
Then me have something for you too.
You can't ride big without spending, big boy.
Happy birthday, young soldier.
- Man, I was gonna pull up in this junk
and spank something today.
You see that ho?
Boy we finna, ooh, man fuck this shit.
- [Ray] Yeah man.
- Man, we goddamn be on the Gram.
- [Ray] Take your time, go for inside, boy.
See what you see.
- Where my joint at? - Yeah man.
- Fucking get on live on that ho.
Show these pussy ass niggas
what's really going on round this bitch.
Fuck you talking 'bout.
- What that? - Yeah.
- Yeah man, speak to me.
Yes sir. - Dude, you see this ho?
Yeah, we on tap.
- Bring him straight to me, straight to me right now.
Yeah man. - Play with me.
(traffic roaring) (car horns honking)
- Alright, we're gonna do a little patrolling today,
until we get a call though.
How about you tell me about yourself?
A little background.
- Man, it's my first day on the job,
and you already trying to interrogate me?
- Okay well, it is what it is.
Go ahead.
- Alright, man.
Well, my mother, she's in real estate.
My dad is a retired attorney.
They only had two kids, me and my brother.
- Alright.
Your brother played, played ball, right?
- Yeah.
- What about you?
- Man, heck no.
My brother was the athlete, I was the nerd, okay?
- [Michael] Not surprised.
- (laughs) Look man, I know all about math,
but when it come to football,
I can probably tell you the geometric shape of the football
more than I could about the actual sport,
but it don't matter, man.
Enough about me.
How about you, mister interrogation man?
- Well, I joined the academy right outta high school,
married my beautiful wife, two beautiful kids,
and I plan on retiring in full health.
You got me?
- Yeah, I got you. - I said, you got me?
- Yes, I got you, alright?
- I just wanna make sure we got a understanding.
- We got a understanding.
- Alright, what about you, kid?
- But with all that said, now we still on you,
mister interrogation man, I'm still on you, alright?
- [Michael] Well, go ahead.
- So my question is, what made you join the force?
- When I was a kid, I witnessed my mother being raped.
- What?
- By my stepdad.
And of course, I tried to help her,
but he overpowered me,
and ever since then,
I vowed to myself that I will never stand by helpless again.
- Damn, bro.
I mean, so what happened to your stepfather?
- They've come to show you
that everybody's not meant to be protected,
or everybody does not want protection
because they married today.
Happily married.
Boathouse in Maryland.
- Shut up.
- Huh, I won't, 'cause they are.
- That's some crazy shit, bro.
- I know.
So why did you join the academy?
- (sighs) Well, like I told you earlier,
my mom was in real estate.
When I was younger, she was selling a property
to this lady in the Dixie Home projects,
and man, when I got over there,
I could just see the gangs run everything over there, bro.
- Absolutely.
- And I knew for all the good people
that live in that community,
there's no way they'll be saved
unless they had somebody like me trying to protect them.
So I said when I get older, I'm gonna join the force
and I'm gonna just try
to make a difference in my city, you know?
- Okay, Superman.
All right.
- Something like that, but-
- Hold on. - What?
- [Michael] I know this nigga.
- [Derrick] What?
- I've told him several times
that he cannot be on this property.
I need you to go ahead and tell him.
- What?
- We need him to leave, like right now.
- Why you can't tell him?
- 'Cause you the rook, so go ahead.
- So basically you need me to do your job,
'cause you don't know how to do it?
- Show me what you got.
(Derrick scoffing)
- Man, I ain't saying nothing, dog.
I'm bout scared of no doggone-
- Now Listen, stay about 10 feet away from him,
'cause he is a,
he's a big boy.
- You must think I'm you.
Lemme show you how to make a proper arrest
since you scared to do it.
- Look listen, remember,
stay about 10 feet away from him, okay?
- I got this, alright?
- [Michael] He ain't nothing to play with.
- Whatever.
Lemme show you how to make a proper arrest, alright?
Yeah.
- Go ahead. - Watch and learn.
- Go ahead. - Yeah.
- He gonna whoop his ass.
(light funky music)
- Sir?
Sir, you can't be on this property.
Sir, I know you hear me, you cannot be on this property.
Sir, I said you cannot be!
I know damn well he just ain't smacked my hand away.
You know what?
Sir, you're under arrest for assaulting a police officer.
Sir, turn around, I...
The fuck?
The hell you doing?
What?
Aw hell, Mike!
Mike, I know this ain't who I think it is!
Aw.
Hell, you know what?
Oh, you think you tough, don't worry about it.
- Don't put your gun down.
- I'm finna use your house, put my shit down.
- Why is he taking the coat off?
- Huh, ain't nobody scared of you, motherfucker.
What's up?
You think you 'bout that life, what's up?
Yeah, I'm coming.
- You got him!
- You ready?
You ain't ready for no shit like this.
See Mike, he ain't know nothing about this.
See, I'm from South Memphis, baby.
I'm fixing to knock your ass out.
Hold on, you just caught me slipping.
You caught me slipping.
Yeah, it's going down this time, watch.
You watching?
Yeah, you watching.
Ooh, ooh, wait, wait, ooh!
(Derrick shouting)
Ooh, wait!
(punches thudding)
Oh, wait!
- Damn.
(Derrick shouting)
- Time out!
- Pinch him or something!
(Derrick shouting)
(Derrick screaming)
(Michael winces)
(Derrick panting)
- Take that.
- I shoulda shot your ass!
(cart rattling)
Man.
(Derrick panting)
Mike!
Why you ain't tell me
they have this big strong ass Bruce Lee over here?
I'ma get your ass.
I'm finna go to the gym, I'ma workout,
and in three weeks, I'm coming to kick your ass!
Mike!
- Your shirt a little wrinkled.
- You ain't shit.
- [Michael] I told you 10 feet, I said 10 feet.
- You didn't specify what the feet was for!
Man, he took me off my damn feet.
- [Michael] Mm-hmm.
It was funny when you and Mitchell was laughing at me,
huh?
- Yeah, funny this.
(Michael chuckling)
- [Michael] Get your ass in the car, let's go.
- I'm going back to the fucking,
I'm getting a desk job.
This ain't fucking worth it for me.
(Derrick groaning)
- We gotta go get your gun.
(engine revving)
What's up, babe?
- [Tiffany] Hey babe.
- You all right?
- [Tiffany] Oh yeah, just put the kids off to bed.
- Okay, all right good, good.
Well, I'll be home in a minute.
- [Tiffany] All right, what you got going on?
- Man, you wouldn't believe it.
I got a partner.
- [Tiffany] You got a, you got a what?
- Right, exactly.
It's not funny, it's not funny.
I'll tell you about it when I get to the house.
- [Tiffany] No, I need to know now.
- No, I'll tell you, I promise you, all right?
- [Tiffany] All right, well you be safe, okay?
- All right, I will.
I'll see you soon.
Yep.
(distant traffic roaring)
- Yeah?
- Damn, jagged ass door. - Hey, baby.
- [Los] Who is that? Hey, nosy ass.
Don't want shit.
- You hear him talking shit?
Well, our food has arrived.
I'ma call you back, friend.
- She talking shit through the phone, ain't she?
- Okay.
- Yeah, I got you some food, I got you some food.
(both laughing)
There you go, pumpkin.
- Aw, for me? - Yeah, for you.
I'm gonna talk to you right now.
Hey, what you say, talk to me.
Oh yeah, she heard that, I know she heard that.
- I didn't hear anything.
- Yes it is.
Say it again.
Aw, she said daddy first time!
- Oh my God, really Los?
- Yeah!
- She didn't say anything.
- Look, why you gotta always be the hater?
I'm just telling you what the princess said, daddy baby.
- She's definitely gonna be a mama's girl.
- What?
Girl, please.
Aw, sure.
- Aw, keep dreaming.
- Lemme see what these fools talking 'bout.
Oh yeah.
- What who talking 'bout?
- For sure.
Yeah baby, look baby.
I'm going do that, you know what I'm talking 'bout?
I got something to do, don't starve then.
Man, what now?
I got you food.
- What happened with the job application
at the temp service?
- I don't know, that job ain't calling nobody back.
So look, I gotta get out,
I gotta get it the best way we can, man.
You know what I'm saying?
You know how they roll.
Look.
Man, what's wrong?
Oh wait, I need to call somebody, what?
- I'm okay.
- [Los] You sure?
- Yeah, Los.
It's just, I thought things were going to be different.
We got a baby on the way, like stuff not gonna change?
- What you think I'm doing now?
- I see the way you thinking and like how you feel,
but have you thought about the worst that could happen too?
All I have is you right now
and we got a daughter on the way.
- Babe, trust me.
That's it, look.
That's it, babe. That's it.
Until them people call. - Okay, Los.
- Until they call, babe, I gotta do what I gotta do.
Look, look what we doing, look what we going through!
I can't allow you and her for this, but look,
trust me, I got you.
I love you, man. - But.
- Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, you all right?
- I'm okay.
- I need to call somebody? - It's just a contraction.
It's just a contraction. - Where's my phone?
I gotta call somebody.
- I'm okay, I'm okay. - You sure?
- I'm okay.
- Do I need to stay?
- I'm a big girl, I'm okay.
- Fuck it. - I'm okay.
Go get that bag.
- That's my big girl.
I'll be all right, I'll be back, okay?
Call me if you need anything, all right?
- Please be careful. - I got you.
You take care of her, my baby, come on,
keep talking, I'ma kick your ass.
I'ma kick your ass.
- Hmm.
Hey.
You ain't hear me?
I said hey.
- (sighs) What's up, man?
- Did your first day go as expected?
- It was all right.
- What'd you learn?
- Not a damn thing, alright?
How 'bout this?
I learned how much of a asshole you really are.
- You right.
What else?
- I don't know, I mean,
what the hell should I have learned?
- You should have learned there's two type of people
that are up this time of night.
It's the people that are going to work,
and it's the people that are robbing them.
You have to understand it's one time,
one mistake will have you lying in the morgue.
It's okay to be kind to people,
but you have to be cautious
with the people that you're kind to.
- What the fuck that's supposed to mean?
- Man, take it for what you want.
I'll meet you in the car.
- So you ain't get me nothing to eat?
- Rookies don't eat.
- Take your damn food.
- I'll shoot your ass.
- [Derrick] Whatever.
(rain pattering)
- Hey, I got him.
How you want him?
Alright.
(thunder rumbling)
- Senator Terry,
I haven't seen you since we won the election.
How you been?
- Get up, get up.
(Terry grunting)
- How? I thought you were dead.
- Oh, I still am.
I rose from the dead just for you.
- Please, please, let me explain.
- Be quiet.
How's your wife?
- [Terry] She's doing well.
About your money, man. - Save it!
That's good to hear,
and how about that daughter of yours?
- Please, please, we're like family, man.
- I know we're like family, Terry.
If we weren't, you'd be zipped up in a body bag by now.
Now like I said, how is your daughter?
- I'm spending it on her medical treatments.
She's diagnosed with leukemia, remember?
I've been trying to reach you, man,
but I've been getting no answer.
- Maybe it's because
I'm on the FBI's Most Wanted list, Senator?
But that's good to hear.
You know she's like a niece to me.
- Her treatments are working,
but it's a day-to-day process.
The doctors don't know it, but she's a fighter, you know?
That's why I'm late.
Man, I hope you understand.
- Of course I understand, Terry.
What man wouldn't wanna save his child's life?
You know what, Terry?
I don't even know why you still here.
You should be with her.
Go on!
- Hey, move away with yourself.
- [Terry] Please.
- Terry, I'm trying to be nice about this.
You need to leave.
- Please, please.
- Go on!
Calm yourself, Terry.
(Terry grunting)
Relax, relax, relax, relax.
- Get back!
Get the fuck back!
(intense dramatic music)
(rain pattering)
(gunshot blasts)
(dramatic hiphop music)
- Hey Loud. - What it do, nigga?
- [Rapper] Shit, I'm just counting shit up.
Shit, I'm over here counting myself, nigga.
What you got poppin' over there though?
(upbeat rap music)
* I'm controlling this shit, no remote in my hand *
* You gone have to pay for it, show *
- This shit fake as hell, shit.
* I walk in this bitch, they gonna know *
* They know, I'm talking paper *
* Gotta do it, my friend *
* Count up the case, throw some more in my pants *
- Life gets rough, you heard what I'm saying?
- Yeah, man.
(both chattering)
Make a bitch work for it, talking 'bout.
- Yeah, you talking 'bout.
* Some bitches, I went got some dollars *
* I'm strapping my britches *
- Hello?
What up with you, nigga?
'Bout damn time.
That was some bullshit in the new thing,
you already know it.
Fucking around, you heard? (laughs)
Big time shit.
Nigga, we downtown, pull up.
Alright, bro.
(dramatic rap music)
- [A1] Sosa!
- Look at that nigga A1, stupid ass.
A1, come here, begging ass nigga.
(dramatic rap music)
- Is that you? - Man.
Come on with all that loud ass shit, A1.
Listen, we gotta fuck with homeboy.
A1 still on this stupid ass shit though.
- What's up, Sosa?
- Shit. - What's up, nigga?
- This nigga here.
- Man, you smoking that killer?
Lemme hit that shit.
- [Sosa] A1, hell nah.
You be scratching your ass and shit.
I ain't sharing my blunt with you, nigga.
- Damn. - That's selfish.
You supposed to look out for the unfortunate.
That's fucked up.
- Lemme see that sign.
Put that stupid ass shit down, A1.
- Hey Sosa, lemme get a dollar, man.
I got hemorrhoid surgery in the morning.
I do security for the mayor,
but he a cheap ass motherfucker.
Shit.
- A1, you ain't got a job to pay a nigga back or shit.
- [A1] Shit. Nigga, what you want?
Shit, I get you a flat screen TV.
I get you a DVD player, a radio.
- A1, come on. - Some rims for this bad boy.
You know what I'm saying?
- [Sosa] I don't want none of this shit, man.
- Shit. - Damn.
- That's why I fuck with you.
My nigga, my nigga.
Shit.
Damn.
- Come on, man.
Stop digging in your ass and wipe your lips, man.
Crusty lip ass.
- Damn, my bad. My bad.
I know it look like shit, man.
But damn. - Damn, man.
- Man with damn heroism, man.
- Come on, yo. - Hey man.
Yo, yo, Sosa?
- What up?
- You know Lil Crib back in the hood, right?
- Lil Crib? I thought that nigga was locked up.
- That nigga back.
That nigga working that tattoo parlor right there.
- Straight up? - Yeah.
- Say no more.
Shit, thanks nigga.
Seriously.
- Hey, one more thing. - Get the fuck on.
I ain't got no more rolls, man.
- Man, man. - I'ma shoot your ass.
- Alright. - Hey! Pow!
Boom!
Yeah, your ass can walk now, can't it?
See you later.
Come on, man. Let's push out.
- What you reading?
- It's another case I'm working on.
- Another case?
Wait, wait, wait.
I thought Lieutenant reassigned all your cases.
- Well, it's another case.
I, I just couldn't let it go, man.
It's a double homicide in North Memphis.
But that's between me and you, right?
- Yeah, yeah. - Right?
- Yeah, yeah between us.
Okay. - Alright.
- I mean, so I guess that means not only you a asshole,
you hard-headed as hell too, huh?
- I haven't got where I'm at
because I listen to everybody.
- Know that for true.
Anyway, look, man,
can you stop working for a second, man?
We've been working together.
I don't even know nothing about you, bro.
- What you wanna know?
- Uh, let's see, let's see.
Alright.
Who your favorite sports team?
- Football? - Football, football.
It's all football. - 49ers.
- I'm sorry to hear that. 49ers?
- Well, you can step outta my car right now.
- I'm just saying, bro.
Like, why the 49?
Alright, I mean why don't you just go across the bay,
Raiders, you know what I'm saying?
- Oh, you definitely have to get outta my car.
- That's what I'm trying.
It's the best choice, man.
- When is the last time y'all been to the playoffs?
- Why you being disrespectful?
- I'm not. - You see what I'm saying?
- It's a question.
- We ain't gotta talk about the technicalities,
you know what I'm saying?
But you know the historical tradition of the Raiders
is what you need to be representing, okay?
- Y'all ain't been good since Bo Jackson.
- See, see. - That's nineties, '91.
- You was, that's when you was-
- Eighties?
- So you was like, high school about that time, right?
Yeah, I'm sure. - You got jokes.
- I'm just saying, you know what I'm saying?
You're being rude.
But I mean how you become a 49ers fan though?
Like where'd that come from?
- Since you need to know all of my business.
- Yeah. - My dad, his dad,
now my son we're we're all 49ers fans, man.
- Okay, I didn't know you had a son.
- Yeah, yeah. That's my boy, man.
He's 14 years old. Smarter than his daddy.
(Derrick laughs)
Which is fine.
- That probably ain't hard to do it all.
Um, okay. But that's cool.
You know 14, what's up?
I hope to have me a, you know what I'm saying?
Little seed one of these decades,
you know what I'm saying?
- Go down for a minute. Hold on, hold on.
- [Dispatcher] Be advised, suspect is armed
and extremely dangerous. - All right, we're going.
Come on, hit the lights.
- Huh? What you mean we going?
- We gotta get outta here.
- No man. - Did you hear the radio?
- I ain't ready!
(vehicle rumbling)
- Man, what's up nigga?
Nigga, hold him.
Nigga just let me out that motherfucker.
(horn honking)
Yeah, I just hollered at my cousin.
(horn honking)
- Come here, scary ass nigga. - Who that?
- Bitch, it's Sosa. Come here, nigga.
Man, don't do that shit.
I ain't 'bout finna do nothing to you.
Come on, let me.
- Gotcha. Hey G, lemme call you right back.
- Shit. - Alright.
Sosa, what's up homie? Everything good?
- Welcome home, nigga. - Alright.
Appreciate that, dude.
What's up with you, babe?
Tight shit, tight shit. That's what's up.
- Hey brother. - Why you ain't hit us
and let us know you was home, nigga?
We woulda came through.
- My nigga, I just got the fuck out,
like a few hours ago.
Nigga, how the fuck y'all even know I was down here?
- People talk.
- Who?
- People.
- That's what's up. That's what's up.
Man, how you been living, man?
- Man, you know me.
Finessing niggas and hard on the hos.
The same shit, my boy.
- I see you got the Dickie set on, got the watch on, boy.
I see you, man. Tight shit, man.
- Tight shit. - Yeah.
Man listen, listen.
I already know what this shit about.
- Uh-huh.
- My cousin Sean got a tattoo spot out there.
I already see that you linked up.
You know what I'm saying?
I can fuck with you,
give you a little discount or whatever.
- For real. - You know what I'm saying?
Yeah, yeah.
See, I can zip my little uniform in there.
- Okay, okay. I liked it.
But, uh, don't you owe me something?
- Yeah. You already know I owed you, nigga.
I told you before I got locked up,
I was gonna fuck with you.
- Uh-huh? - Yeah.
- So when you going to have it?
- Alright, gimme about a week.
He just told me we get paid that week.
I got you, I got you.
- About a week? - Yeah, I got you.
- Lemme check my schedule, man.
Schedule, how do? Listen.
- Man, light the nigga. (gunshot blasts)
(gunshots blasting)
- Don't never owe a nigga
that's gonna do something about it.
(gunshots blasting)
(siren wailing)
- Police! Freeze!
Put the gun down! Put the gun down!
- Freeze?
Who you sissy ass niggas talking to?
- Listen, motherfucker!
- I'm gonna make you bitches work.
(gunshots blasting)
- Ah shit!
Fuck!
(gunshots blasting)
- Go! Go! - Shit!
(siren wailing)
(suspenseful music)
(camera shutter clicks)
- How you doing?
- I'll be okay. I'm worried about Derrick.
But are we collecting all the evidence?
- Yes we are.
I mean there's no wallet, no ID.
It's just money and marijuana.
- We also found two different shell casings.
One is from an AR-16, the other is from a 9mm.
- Okay, great.
I see we got surveillance cameras.
Make sure I get all that footage
on my desk first thing tomorrow, okay?
As soon as we can, let's clean all this up.
I don't want a citywide panic.
Do you understand me?
- I understand.
We're gonna go get a head start on their prints
and I'm gonna have that on your desk
first thing in the morning.
- Awesome.
- But until then I'm gonna need you to go on home.
I got this.
- No, home will be okay. I'm gonna stay here.
We got an open investigation.
- Yeah. See this is an open investigation for me.
Not for you. You're still in training, okay?
And I need you to get some rest.
I got this.
- I guess you right.
Alright, I'm gonna go check on Derrick.
I'll see you tomorrow.
- Alright. - Bye.
- Come on, man. That was pass interference.
Ray, who we got refereeing down there?
- That dirty boy Tony.
- Well, call his ass during halftime.
We need this game closer.
- Yeah, man. - If not, we don't get paid.
- You know how them boys is about the money, boy.
You get me?
You remember what him do for us for the Miami game?
- You know it. - The Dolphins.
Hold on, hold on, hold on.
Hello?
You say what?
You're not playing with me?
What happened to Sosa?
- They did what?
- They killed Sosa.
- Killed my nephew?
- Yeah man, them killed Sosa.
- I want them bitches dead.
All of 'em, you hear me?
Look, we need to go to Miami.
Can you make that happen?
- Yeah man. Yeah man.
Listen to me. Listen to me.
We already got it under the control, you get me?
By the time we reach Miami, bro,
Staxx will have not only where they are,
but we also know who they are, you get me?
But you, my brother,
you are too important to the movement, man,
to be going to this place.
- I can't just stand here and do nothing.
- Me understand what you say to me.
Me understand that.
But you're too important. They know your face.
They know exactly who you are, my brother.
That's why you have a hammer.
So me and Hitta,
we'll go and take care of the problem for ya.
- Find them! - Say no more to me.
- Find them. - Let's go.
- Fuck!
(door bell jingles)
- Damn.
Hello?
- Los?
Yeah, where you at?
- About to make the little move real quick.
- What happened with the temp service?
I thought they called you back.
- I ain't got time to wait on no phone.
Them folks ain't trying to call.
I gotta make a move, man.
You see what we living in?
- But I'm talking about it again.
It's like you ain't even making an attempt.
You ain't even trying, Los.
- Man, I told you I'd stop when the baby was born.
- But try the right way, the right way.
- I don't wanna talk about this right now.
I'll call you.
I told you I don't wanna talk about this right now.
I'll call you later. Damn.
(Los muttering)
- James.
Look, these type of things, they just happen.
We can't predict these type things.
I did, damn it. I did.
Wait a minute.
He just hung up on me.
- I mean, I understand.
I would've did the same thing.
- Really?
Look, forensics identified our two John Does.
The one on the left is Robert Brooks.
That's known as Duke.
The other one is Orlando Rickman.
Best known as Sosa.
Now these are not our everyday criminals.
I need for you to take a closer look at Rickman.
Does he look familiar to you?
- Kind of.
- Well, he's the cousin of a notorious drug lord,
Emanuel Rickman, best known as E.
E is on the FBI Most Wanted list
for multiple counts of armed robbery, extortion,
murder, and gun possession.
The FBI they called me last night.
They're gonna fly out two agents in the morning,
an FBI agent and a DEA agent.
- Do I need to prepare myself?
- No, not at the moment.
Far as I know no one saw you or Derrick on that scene.
But for safety purposes,
I'm assigning 24 hour surveillance
at both of your homes.
We just can't afford to underestimate situations like
this.
And also, I don't want you doing
any type of investigation work until further notice.
You got me?
- Yeah. Does Derrick know?
- No, he doesn't.
I think it's best that we keep it that way
because I don't want to create or cause any type of panic.
Okay?
- I'll take him to North Memphis.
- You know what?
That's a great idea.
But Michael, be careful.
I mean, be very careful.
There's some skinless ass people out here.
Okay? - I got you, boss.
- [Ray] E, the bird has landed.
Yeah, man.
Me and Hitta go meet up with Staxx right now.
Later.
- It's been three months.
Now I'm a patient man.
Well, at least I try to be.
You said this time would be different,
but you're still late again.
(suspenseful music)
Where is my money?
- Okay, listen, listen, Staxx. - Where's the fucking money?
- Alright, listen, listen, listen.
Okay?
I know I was supposed to have the money to you on time.
Well, something came up, man.
I, I lost my job, Staxx.
I lost my job, man.
And, and I had to use that money to pay all my bills.
Look, my car was about to get repossessed
and not to mention the eviction on my house, man.
Look, just, just gimme, just gimme one more month.
- Focus motherfucking, chief. - One more month, Staxx.
One more. Please. Please, man.
And I'm gonna take care of y'all.
I promise. I promise.
- You know, my father once told me
that if I tell you a lie and you believe it,
then I told you the truth.
You agree?
(suspenseful music)
- Yeah.
- Where were you last Friday night?
- I, I was at home watching the Miami game.
- Yeah, shoot him. - No, no, no, no!
Wait, wait, wait! Please!
Please, please, please, please.
Okay, okay, okay, okay.
Okay, okay. Alright.
Please, y'all, please.
(suspenseful music)
I was,
I was at a dice game, man.
I was at a dice game in Liberty City, man,
and, and I lost it, man.
I fucking lost it.
- I know you did
because the guy you were shooting with owes me too
and he mentioned your name.
(suspenseful music)
- Staxx.
Please, man, look.
Don't, don't kill me, man.
Look, I, I don't want to die. Alright?
Please don't kill me, man.
Look, I'll do whatever you ask me, Staxx.
Please. I'll do it, man.
Just I'll, I'll do it. Please!
- Man, stop bitching.
- Please man. I'll do it.
- I'm not going to kill you.
- Thank you so much, Staxx.
Brother, I appreciate it.
Thank you so much, man. I appreciate everything.
- No, we ain't doing that.
(suspenseful music)
- No, I wouldn't thank me yet.
Your organs cost more than the money I loaned you.
- What? - Yeah.
Hey, get the knife.
Hey y'all take him outside. - No, no, no, no.
- [Staxx] And make sure you remove everything.
- No, no, no, no.
Please, guys! Please!
No, listen to me, man!
Staxx! (shouting)
Come on, man! (screams)
- Save me a kidney.
What's up? What's up?
What going on, family?
- Hey Ray. - What going on?
What going on, family?
- Ah, you tell me. Then both of us will know.
- Long time, gangster. - Yeah, yeah.
- Yeah, man. Yeah, man.
You look good.
- Ah, thank you.
You too, my brother. - Yeah, man. Have a seat.
- [Staxx] Yeah.
- So my brother, what y'all got for me?
- Well, I made a few phone calls.
- Yeah, man.
- And their names are Michael Peterson
and Derrick James.
- [Ray] Yeah, man.
- Michael is a 20 year veteran with homicide.
- Uh-huh.
- Married, two kids.
He lives in a place in Memphis called the Bartlett.
- The Bartlett? - Yeah.
- (laughs) He even look like a Bartlett boy.
- Derrick on the other hand. - Yeah, man.
- He's a rookie and he is the mayor's brother.
- Youngster, you give me a gift to me.
You say this boy is the mayor's brother?
- The mayor's brother.
- Look 'pon this guy, Hitta.
Check the God boy out there, boy.
Come on.
- Hey Ray, man, I really need to talk to you.
- Yeah? - Alone.
- Say no more to me. - Let's go for a walk.
- I'm right with ya. - Yes sir.
(upbeat music)
* Welcome to Miami *
(upbeat music)
* Some hippie call it Sunshine State and that's straight *
* It's looking like a gunshot state in your face *
- Just want to tell you, man,
appreciate you for coming out to Miami.
Coming to my city.
- Yeah, man. - Beautiful country.
- Much respect, man.
Beautiful land here, brother.
Remind me of Jamaica, you get me?
- Beautiful women. - Yeah, man.
Oh, the women here.
I'm gonna leave some for you.
- Leave one or two. I need at least two.
- (laughs) Yeah, man. Right here.
- But look here, man. - Yeah, man.
- I need to talk to you about this.
- Yeah, man.
- Heard how them boys get down in Memphis.
Y'all need some more hitters out there?
- Well, nah man. Nah man.
For right now, gangster, we're okay.
We have some smart boy there in South Memphis in Castalia,
in your young dog old neighborhood.
We supply them boy there.
And in turn they make sure we stay up under the radar.
You get me?
But gangster, lemme say something.
Much respect to ya for even asking about Memphis.
You get me?
Lemme say, how is Little Haiti holding up though, man?
- Man, Little Haiti is Little Haiti.
As long as the wolves are fed, we all going to eat.
- Yeah, man. Yeah man.
We get you.
So you'll send me greetings to them dogs there?
- We'll do just that, man.
- Yeah, man. - We'll do just that.
But listen, tell E,
if he ever needs us, we ready.
- He already know. He already know.
- I'll be watching the Memphis News.
Show 'em Miami.
- Without question.
Without question, gangster.
Love to your peers.
- So this is Memphis?
Doesn't seem so bad.
Hard to believe the world of shit we're walking into.
Well, I've never been here before.
What do I know?
What about you? Is this your first time?
- Nah, I've been here a few times.
When I was younger,
me and my parents used to come here for Memphis in May.
Best barbecue in the world.
Once a safe city to live in.
But I guess things change.
You go ahead and call Lieutenant Mitchell.
I'll call homicide. Let 'em know we're here.
- I'm on it.
- Yeah, this is Agent Thomas.
- What's up, old man?
- What's going on, man?
- Happy to see me?
- [Michael] You still a Raiders fan?
- Come on, man.
We ain't fixing do that now.
- [Michael] Welcome back, man.
- Yeah man. Appreciate it.
Oh, I get a handshake?
- Don't get carried away. - Okay, okay.
- Don't get carried away. - Breaking you down though.
Breaking you down.
- Calm down, man.
- (chuckles) So what's the move?
- You ready to go get these motherfuckers?
- Hell yeah.
- Let's go.
- I'm driving.
Yeah.
(basketball thumping)
- Boy, you ain't using nothing I taught you. Are you?
- Uh, it ain't going too well.
- Uh-huh.
Pass the ball. Pass your old man at the ball.
- Okay.
- You still, you think you can beat your old man though?
- Let's see what you got.
- You think you can beat your old man, huh?
Uh-oh. Uh-oh.
- Hey.
- [Both] Oh!
- Okay. Yeah. - Uh-huh.
You want one more?
- Yeah, gimme one more.
- I'll give you one more now. - Gimme one more.
- Now your momma told me that you passed.
- Yeah. - Your driving test. You did?
- Yeah. - Congratulations.
- Thank you.
- But you still can't beat your dad.
- Oh. - You'll never beat me.
- I'm tired. - Uh-huh.
Come here.
Remember I told you what I was gonna get you
when you passed the test?
- Yes sir. - Congratulations.
- Appreciate that, Dad.
(Michael chuckles)
Yeah.
- Love you, boy. - Love you too, man.
- So I'm gonna let you do. - Okay.
- Let you drive the truck.
- Okay.
- Down the street and back.
Okay? That's it.
- Only down the street.
- Be right back.
- Okay. - Alright?
- Okay.
- Your momma gonna kill me if she find out.
- I got you. I got you.
I got you. - Hand me this ball.
Be careful.
- Yes sir. - Alright.
Remember what I taught you.
- [Drew] I got you. Watch for cars.
- Watch the mirror!
- Oh, okay. That too. (laughs)
(basketball thumps)
Yeah.
(suspenseful music)
(drone whirring)
(suspenseful music continues)
Oh.
(suspenseful music continues)
(gunshots blasting)
(gun thudding)
(blood squelching)
(gunshot blasts)
- All right, gang. What's for dinner?
- Mommy. - What's up, baby?
- Where's Andrew?
- Michael, where is Drew?
- Um, babe, I gave him the keys to the truck
just to go down the street for a little while
since he got his permit.
I just, I told him congratulations.
Let me call him 'cause he been gone.
- And why would you do something stupid like that?
- You right, you right.
I'm gonna call him and get him back here.
I'm gonna get on his ass. Okay?
I promise you,
because he ain't got no business being out this late.
Answer the phone, boy.
He not answering the phone.
- What do you mean he's not answering the phone?
- He's probably at his friend's house down the street.
Let me, let me go see where he is.
Okay?
- Michael, he is a teenage boy.
- I know.
- Why would you let him get the keys to the car?
- Let me go get him. Okay?
I promise I'll bring him right back.
- And you better find him!
Kayla, what are you working on, sweetie?
- Good afternoon.
I'm Rachel Taylor from Channel 24 News
reporting live from downtown Memphis.
Standing here with Lieutenant Mitchell.
As you know, the son of homicide detective Michael Peterson
has been reported missing.
Lieutenant Mitchell will share
some additional information with us.
Good afternoon, sir.
Can you share some more information
about the ongoing missing persons investigation?
- Yes ma'am.
Well, as of right now,
we have a 24 hour search and rescue team
that are currently on the ground looking for Michael's son.
And as soon as we get some information,
we'll be gladly to share that information with the public.
- Okay.
Are there any leads or possible suspects at this time?
- Unfortunately at the moment we don't have any information.
The DEA, they are here,
and we have some of the best investigators
that are working on this case nationwide.
- Okay.
And for the gentleman in the FBI jacket,
I assume this case has gone federal.
Is there anything that the community
should be on the lookout for?
- Yes. How y'all doing?
I'm Agent Thomas with the FBI
and there are a few things that you need to know.
We are looking for a Black teen about 5'5",
125 pounds with a high top fade.
His name is Andrew Peterson and this is a picture of him.
If you see him or a black pickup truck with tinted windows,
please contact the department immediately.
Also, the victim was last seen flying a gray drone.
If anyone sees an abandoned drone, please let us know.
- And also I have notified the Chief of Police
and there will be a press conference.
But I must reiterate, this is a federal,
state, and local law enforcement investigation.
It is a collective collaborative effort
to include all of our partners
and we will find Michael's son.
That's all I have for now.
- Thank you once again.
Rachel Taylor on behalf of Channel 24 News.
Back to you Robert.
- [Mitchell] Mike, how you making it?
- I'm not doing too good though, man.
- I can imagine that.
I really could.
- I put in a missing persons report for him.
So hopefully we find something soon.
- But look, I just want you to know
that is a top priority, okay?
Mainly because you're an officer
and the extent of this whole entire investigation,
our federal, state, and local partners
are in on the investigation.
And you remember Thomas and Jackson,
the agents I told you about?
- Yeah. - They're here.
- You don't think it's E do you?
- I'm really not sure.
And as far as your son,
we don't know if someone stole his phone or he lost it.
It's just too early to tell, Mike.
- My wife about to lose her mind.
I can't help but to think, man, it's my fault.
- Mike, look, don't go blaming yourself.
Now far as your family,
I'm gonna put them in a safe house for protection
until all this shit is over.
Okay?
- Thank you, man.
- [Mitchell] Alright, man. Okay.
(solemn piano music)
- Move here.
So what we got?
- I think it's Michael's son.
- His son?
- He fought for his life.
- Look, hold this for me.
I need to verify this.
Oh shit.
I think he's on his way too. God.
Oh shit. Damn.
Look, Michael is on his way.
You two, do not let him in.
- Your call, sir. - Alright.
Shit, anything else you can tell me?
- Not at the moment.
We're still looking for clues, but I'm gonna let you know.
- Okay, make sure that you- - Drew!
- There goes Michael. - That's Michael.
- Andrew! - That's Michael.
- That's my son! That's my son!
Let me through!
- Wait, wait, wait, wait. - I'm his father.
I'm his father. That's my son.
- Okay. Okay. - Get over there, man.
- Michael. Michael. - That's my son!
- I know it.
Listen to me, Michael.
Michael, Listen.
We can't, Michael, we can't.
- Is he dead?
(solemn piano music)
Come on, man. - Michael. Michael.
(Michael sobs)
Michael.
- What, man? Lemme go.
- Michael, look at me.
Look at me, Michael, look at me.
Look at me, look at me.
- Let me in.
Damn, man.
(both speaking faintly)
Is it my son? Is it my son?
Mitchell, tell me. Come on, man.
- It is, Michael! It is.
- Shit!
- [Mitchell] It is.
(solemn music)
(car honks)
(solemn music continues)
(Tiffany sobbing)
- Is it true?
(Tiffany sobbing)
(rain pattering)
(Tiffany continues sobbing)
(upbeat reggae music)
* Let the sunshine guide your soul *
* You rise up, you rise up, you rise *
* Don't forget your past situation *
* If you stumble, if you stumble, if you stumble *
- Hello, E.
Yeah, man. It's Ray.
Yeah, man, so you know when we had cut me,
I tell you we're gonna take the trip, right?
I'll tell you that Sosa will not die alone.
Well, me got good news for you, boy.
It's a body for a body.
Yeah, man. Later.
- Michael, these are the two agents I was telling you about.
Agent Thomas. Welcome.
- Alright.
- [Mitchell] Agent Jackson, welcome.
- Terribly sorry to hear about your loss, Mike.
We appreciate taking the time to meet with us today.
- Thanks.
- We're going over all his recent encounters
and his locations and all that good stuff.
- So what do we have so far?
- Lots of possibilities,
but no real solid leads on this son of a bitch.
It's like he's a ghost.
But I can promise you that the bureau is searching
day and night on his whereabouts.
- We're gonna find this scumbag.
- Agents, I want a full rundown on E.
I need to know everything about him.
- Emmanuel Rickman, best known as E,
was born in Detroit.
Throughout his early childhood,
him and his parents lived in the South Side projects.
We also heard that his father was a good, hardworking man.
And then one day he lost his job.
- Not long after that he decided to rob a convenience store,
which he miraculously pulled off without a hitch,
despite never even holding a handgun before.
Spent the money on a couple plane tickets down to Miami.
But otherwise, E's father was smart.
He didn't blow his newfound fortune
on fast cars and faster women.
He got a job as a construction worker.
Laid low, seemed like he wanted
to put his past transgressions behind him.
E's mother still waited tables part-time,
but things got real thin.
In a few years,
they saved up enough to open their own dry cleaner.
- However, their success didn't last long.
His parents were killed in a car accident
and E was sent to foster care.
But we did later find out that E's father had a brother
that lived in Miami.
This guy right here, Mario Rickman, AKA Mack.
Now he adopted E and he also ran a small drug business
out of his apartment out of Liberty City.
- He took E under his wing,
showed him the ropes, taught him everything he knew.
Over time though, things changed.
E was no longer content being his uncle's right-hand man.
Mack wound up dying in a drive-by shooting,
and depending on who you talk to,
E either set it up or he was the trigger man himself.
Regardless, his uncle's operation
was now his for the taking
right up from under of the nose of his cousin Orlando,
who you may better know as Sosa.
- Now, fast forward 10 years later,
E runs one of the most powerful
successful drug businesses in the city of Memphis
alongside his counterparts, Ray and Hitta.
Our last encounter with E was about six months ago.
We had an undercover operation set up,
but then E noticed that the buyers were cops.
He shot them both dead and he escaped.
- Hold on, hold on.
Wait, hold on, guys.
Wait back up. Back up.
Are you guys telling me that Sosa and E,
they were cousins?
- You weren't told? I thought everybody knew that.
- Derrick, we were gonna tell you, but-
- But nothing Michael!
See that's the fucking problem, man.
- It was for your safety, man.
- [Derrick] I don't wanna hear that, dawg.
- Look. - I don't want to hear it.
- Look. - Back the fuck up.
- Let him go. Let him go.
Let him go. Let him go.
Now are there any other agents on the inside?
- No, not at the moment.
Because E runs a tight ship,
we didn't want to jeopardize the lives of any other agents.
However, there is a slight chance of hope.
There's a guy named Jarvis Davis AKA Los.
Now I know that you gentlemen
are very familiar with Mr. Davis.
- Yeah, we lock him up so many times
the department gave him a name, Mr. I'll Be Back.
- Now Los was someone who was the product of someone
that was dealt a bad hand.
He was the only child
and his mother was a drug addict who overdosed on heroin.
- Never knew his father, no other family in state.
Los has pretty much been on his own his entire life,
up until now.
He lives with his girlfriend.
She's a receptionist at a small local insurance company.
Real nice girl.
- So how can he help us?
- E's operation consists of two types of employees,
insiders and outsiders.
The insiders are his eyes and ears
for everything under the table involving distribution.
- And the outsiders deal with the hand to hand distribution.
And they also have handheld radios
that they alert the insiders when we show up.
- Even so, Los is solid.
He's not your average street thug.
He'll take the death penalty before he snitches.
- Maybe.
But every man has a weakness.
Only question that remains though is how do we bring him
in?
He has no current warrants.
Now he has more motivation than ever to stay outta jail.
- Don't worry about that.
I'll take care of it.
- So Michael, let me ask you a question.
- Yeah?
- How you expect to get that Los?
- Yeah, well my informant
has already set up a drug deal with him tonight.
Eight o'clock.
- Where?
- Old warehouse in South Memphis.
I know every inch of it.
- Okay, but one thing I want you to make sure that you do,
get audio and video recording of it.
Because I want him and I mean I want him bad.
- You'll have him tonight.
- Okay.
- [Michael] Alright. We got visual on the suspect.
But remember, we cannot move in until he breaks the law.
- I'm in the same spot. I'm waiting on you.
- [Michael] So I need all cars to stand by.
Bingo.
Move in, move in!
(siren wailing)
- Shit! 5-0!
(engine roaring)
(tires screeching)
What the fuck?
(guns cocking)
- Put your hands up, motherfucker!
- Fuck!
Man, goddamn.
- What's up, Los? - You know what?
I ain't do shit.
- Put your hands against the wall!
- [Los] What the fuck?
- Cuff his ass.
- Fuckers.
Goddamn.
- Yeah, where's he been? - Bring your ass off.
We got your ass now.
- Take my motherfucking hat off.
(suspenseful music)
Detective Michael, long time.
You miss me?
- Can't say I do.
You retired now?
- Oh, soon to be.
You like? I can get you one.
- Nah, I never been a hat guy.
Head always been shaped weird all my life.
But you must be getting paid pretty good.
- Decent living. - Hmm.
- 401k sucks.
I'm surviving though.
- Mm-hmm. - Hey, Mitchell watching?
Hey, Mitch got something for you.
Fuck you!
(Los laughs)
Tell him I said hello.
- I'm sure he got the message.
Now Los, I've been trying to keep in contact with you.
Why you been dodging me?
- Me dodge you?
Come on. Bad signal on the block.
You know how that goes. - Mm-hmm.
- And what's this shit about anyway?
I ain't commit no real crime.
- Littering.
- You know what? Fuck you.
(Michael chuckles)
- Los, you are a convicted felon with a firearm
and looking at your record,
boy, you looking at about 15 to 20.
- Get me a lawyer.
- Alright, I got you.
Got one on the way.
But, uh, since I might not be seeing you again soon.
You a father now, right?
Baby girl? That's what I thought.
Must be a great feeling, huh?
I'll holler at you, Los.
- Yo, yo, yo.
Wait, wait, come back.
What's this shit about, man?
- I can't talk to you.
You already asked for your lawyer.
- Man, fuck the lawyer.
Have a seat. What's this shit about?
- Who is this?
- I'm impressed.
Looks photoshopped though.
Face kind of blurry.
But other than that A-okay.
- Oh Los, let's say for the sake of argument
that this ain't you.
Who is it?
- Do I look like I wear a badge?
I ain't no fucking detective.
That's your job.
- Look closer.
- [Los] Oh shit.
- Who is that?
- I seen him.
- How long ago?
- Now that I forgot.
- Stop playing games with me!
When the last time you seen him?
- Ooh, you mad. Huh?
Look, I'm not about to risk
my motherfucking rep to help you.
Don't y'all got fucking undercovers
for that type of shit anyway?
- I'm not at liberty to say.
Now Los, I'm finna stop beating around the bush with you.
I'll give you two offers.
Two. - I'm listening.
- You can sit back, relax and do your 20 years.
Or you can tell me everything I need to know
and I drop all the charges and you leave today.
- You gonna drop all the charges
and I walk outta here right now?
- Today.
- Shit, you made this easy.
I got your answer for you.
- Alright.
- You ready? - Yeah.
- Fuck you, bitch.
Show me my fucking cell. (laughs)
- Get him the fuck outta here.
(Los laughing)
- Oh shit.
- Big fat ass Los.
We finally got your ass, didn't we?
So it's all fuck me, huh?
- It's been fuck you and it's gonna stay fuck you.
- Really? Get your feet off my desk.
Get his ass outta here.
(Los laughing)
Big Larry gonna like your ass.
- Big Larry ain't gonna do shit.
Fourth floor. Fourth floor.
(laughs) Fourth floor. Fourth floor.
- [Officer] Stand to the wall.
(camera shutter clicks)
Now go left. Next.
- So what do we do now?
- Let's put him in a special place.
Special food, a special shower.
And we got a special uniform for him too.
And just maybe he'll be ready to talk.
- Alright. We can't do this without him.
- I hate you motherfuckers.
- Right here, right here.
- Fuck you.
Ah shit, that's my arm, motherfucker!
- [Guard] Ah, shut up.
- And you just gonna let him do this shit?
Motherfuckers better have my goddamn lunch too.
Fuck you, Mitch.
Fuck you, you fat bastard.
(Mitchell chuckling)
Fuck you.
Shit, get to call my baby. Yeah.
(microwave humming)
(cellphone buzzing)
- Hi, what's up?
- Jen. What's up, baby?
- So you leaving us again?
- Of course not. Calm, calm down.
Look, I'm gonna get a lawyer.
They had no reason to pull me over.
- Los, Los.
- Babe, don't worry.
- I've been through this with you once.
When you didn't have nobody.
You didn't have nobody but me.
I'm not taking our daughter through this.
Do you understand me?
- Of course not.
Calm, calm down.
- Just because you didn't have a father
don't mean that our daughter don't deserve to have one.
Goodbye, Los.
- Jen! Jen!
Fuck!
(announcer droning)
- Right now you're putting a lot of unwanted stress on me.
Alright? I already talked to the board.
Only thing you gotta worry about, is talking to homicide.
Alright, Derrick?
(suspenseful music)
I can't try to please everybody
and get take care of everything that's on my end, okay?
(suspenseful music)
Just give me a chance,
make sure everything is taken care of.
I can go ahead and please everybody
'cause basically that's what everybody wants, right?
I'm only one person. I can't please everyone, man.
(bullets whizzing)
(silenced gunshots blasting)
(bullets whizzing)
(intense music)
- So you think it was E? - Yeah.
According to the video surveillance that y'all pulled.
Yeah, it was definitely them.
- And you're saying they had a sniper rifle on the roof?
- Oh yeah, it was a sniper rifle.
We saw that on the tape as well.
- What you want me to do with Derrick?
- He can shadow you.
- Nah, I'm good.
I mean, you know I can do it by myself.
You know I don't need a partner anyway.
I told you that.
- Mike, you gonna have to train somebody.
- Not in my job description, Lou.
(Michael chuckles)
- Damn, he gonna make me fry him one day.
- Get your bitch ass up! - What the fuck?
- Get the fuck up, motherfucker.
Look, look, look, look at me.
You remember me?
- Who the fuck is you, man?
Get the fuck off of me!
- I'm Ashley's cousin.
- Who the fuck?
You still with the bitch from gang gang?
- Yeah, J-Roc's baby mama.
- Man, what the fuck about the bitch?
Get the fuck off of me, man.
- Listen, lemme tell you something.
You stole two Gs from my cousin.
- Man, fuck that bitch! That bitch owes me some money!
(punches thudding)
- Stupid shit!
That's my family, nigga.
(kicks thudding) (Los groaning)
Who's the bitch now, nigga?
(Los groaning)
Get your ass up.
- Los?
- [Los] What the fuck you want?
- What happened to you?
- [Los] Man, you know how you motherfuckers play.
Fuck you and you too, motherfucker.
- Look, I got your shoes and your jewelry.
- [Los] Fuck that shit, just lemme talk to Mike.
- I'll let you talk to him because I think you need to.
- [Los] Fucker.
I think you need to get the fuck on.
(intense music)
- What happened to your arm?
- Shit, man, getting out the shower, I fell.
Let me ask you something.
What you know about sacrifices, decisions?
Hmm, what you know about that shit?
This shit fucking with me.
I'm talking about mentally.
I can't fucking think.
It's fucking, it's fucking with me.
- [Michael] I believe you, Los. I understand.
- Shut the fuck up!
You don't believe shit!
How the fuck you believe something? You don't know shit!
You asking me to fucking snitch
on the same people that feed me.
The same people that stand on business with me.
Fuck you!
- I mean maybe you right.
I'm not from the streets
and I don't know shit about this damn street code shit.
But I know y'all stand on business
and I stand on business too.
E does not care about human life.
He kills children, women.
My son.
- Man, fuck you!
Stop that! I don't wanna hear that shit!
I don't give a fuck about that.
I don't wanna hear that.
- We need your help.
- Fuck you!
Fuck you motherfucker!
You know what you were dealing with
when you got yourself into this shit, Michael?
You know the results of this shit, Michael?
You did that shit! You killed Sosa!
Fuck you!
- Yeah, I knew what I was doing.
- It's your fault!
- I knew what I was getting myself into.
Yeah, I knew it.
But my son didn't.
He had nothing to do with this.
- Fuck!
- [Michael] Did my son deserve to die?
- Get that shit out my-
- Did my son deserve to die?
- I don't wanna see that shit!
Get that shit out my face! Fuck you!
- That was my boy.
My only son.
- Fuck.
Your whole ass, you owe for this shit!
Fuck you, Michael.
- Tell me what I need to know!
- Fuck you both for this shit!
Fuck you, Mitch! Fuck!
(Los groans)
Shit, okay. Alright.
Look, if I fucking help you
will my family be fucking protected?
- We'll put 'em in protective custody.
We'll put 'em in protective custody today.
24 hour surveillance.
- Shit, man. Get me a bottle of water or Coke or something.
Fuck! Can I get a Coke or something?
- Lemme get a bottle of water. - Shit!
Fuck, that's me in the picture.
- And who was that?
- That's Ray.
- Where'd you meet?
- Fucking Liberty City.
Ray and Hitta used to move work as youngins.
- Okay, how you link up?
- He seen me working, putting in that work.
And he asked me to be an outsider.
Ray and E link up together using burner phones.
We get Ray, we get E.
- That's easier said than done
'cause E, he use throwaways all the time,
so we can't keep track of him.
And how in the hell I'm gonna get Ray's phone?
- Where's my phone?
- Mitchell bring me his phone.
- One simple phone call.
(phone clatters)
I'll be there for sure.
It's a go.
- Good work. (chuckles)
- So I'm leaving today?
- Actually I got a little surprise for you.
A little gift.
- Finally got out that motherfucker.
Shit.
Who's this?
Hello?
Man, hell no. I ain't fucking with that shit.
I just got out 201. Bullshit.
What? How many?
Damn!
All right, look, fuck it.
Meet me at the spot at nine o'clock.
Be on time, nigga.
Aight.
Fuck.
(Los muttering)
(upbeat R&B music)
Man, I got paid today.
Mm, mm.
Good day.
Who is this?
I dunno this number.
Hello?
What?
Where? What hospital?
Fuck! Okay. Okay.
I'm on the way. I'm on the way.
(upbeat R&B music)
Man.
(upbeat R&B music)
(Los pounding on door)
- Oh.
What's up, man?
- Damn, you real police today. Huh?
- Calm down. Calm down.
But listen, come here. - What?
- I need you to be on your best behavior. Okay?
I got Mitchell upstairs. Whatever.
Mitchell's upstairs.
FBI and we got DEA up there. Alright?
- DEA? - Yes.
- What the fuck?
- It's all right, man. You gonna be all right.
- Shit.
- But hold on, hold on. - What?
- I'm gonna have to- - What's happening?
- I'm gonna have to put you in cuffs.
- Come on. - It's just-
- Are you fucking serious? Fuck.
- Procedure, okay?
It's only procedure.
- Bet you some of Mitchell's bullshit, man.
- I'm just fucking with you. (laughs)
Come on down. Cry baby ass.
- Man, you're too fucking much.
What the fuck? What's the DEA here for?
- Just relax.
- This shirt has a camera embedded
in the third button down.
With it, we'll be able to be with you
every step of the way this weekend.
- Just listen. - Now if anything happens,
tap the button twice and we'll be there as fast as we can.
Word of advice though,
try your absolute hardest not to need us.
Now it's our job to get you outta there alive,
but no one here feels obligated
to take a bullet for you either.
But again, two times, two taps.
- Fuck you, two times.
- Los, Los, calm down, man. - Fuck.
- Listen, you good? You gonna be alright?
- Fuck am I good? I'ma be alright?
You turning me to a fucking snitch.
No, I'm not alright.
What the fuck?
Take me back to my cell.
I can't do this shit. - Listen, you not a snitch,
but you are father.
- Bro, don't fucking use my daughter.
I'ma punch you in your fucking shit.
- You right. You right.
I apologize. But look, I'll cut you a deal, man.
All I need you to do is spend three days with Ray.
That's it.
We should have everything we need by then.
Alright? I'll drop all the charges.
- Gimme the fucking shirt, man.
You motherfuckers don't give a fuck
about nobody but yourself. - Listen up, Los.
Ray is gonna give you a bag of drugs.
- Who the fuck that's come in at?
Get the fuck out the way. Move, fatso.
What the fuck?
(Los muttering)
- I just hope he doesn't run.
- Eh, the shirt's got a tracker in it.
If you two don't have the stomach
to put a bullet in his back, I will.
- It's fine with me. (chuckles)
(dramatic hiphop music)
* Ain't no love here anymore *
* Give my heart 'til you can't give it no more *
* I used to live here *
* Don't live here no more *
* Feeling like a plumber tired of going through this shit *
* Like a man with no arms, I can't give you shit *
* I gave my life to you and I think I want it back *
* I used to ride around in the streets with the pack *
* Now I ride around with my dogs like a whole pack *
* Call rent-a-cops in my city *
* Man, they wanna take that *
* Mama said you hit me, then we gotta hit back *
- Yo Ray, what's up? It's Los.
Yeah, I see it.
Okay. The door already open for me?
I'll be up there in a minute.
Alright.
* Crazy how that world turns *
* Crazy how they hit *
* World when it's on you we don't give a fuck *
* We gonna steal more *
* Ain't no reason *
- Ray! Bomboclat!
- Los. - What's up, Ray?
- Hell yeah. We got eyes fellas.
That's what I'm talking about.
- Hell yeah. Yes sir.
- [Ray] Los.
- Ray.
Damn!
That's the army. Right?
I thought we were family. Goddamn!
- [Ray] Come on.
- What the fuck?
- [Ray] Going for what? Walk one, family.
- What's going on, Ray?
Say, Ray.
- Everything nice? - Great.
- Yeah, man. - So what's this me here?
You're about to be a father for the first time?
- Yeah, I am, Ray. - Yeah, man. Girl, huh?
- Yeah. Jasmine is her name.
- Jasmine? Yeah, man.
Congratulations and good luck to you.
- It means a lot coming from you, Ray.
- Yeah, man.
So Los, tell me why you wanna become an insider?
- Shit, more money.
Plus I got another mouth to feed.
- Yeah, man.
- And you can't tell me, Ray, I don't deserve it.
I've been working my ass off.
- Long time soldier. A long time soldier.
You're in the right place to make plenty of money here.
- Yeah, I see.
- So lemme show ya. - Okay.
- So here we have all that different drug here.
We have our coke here.
- You see this?
You looking at thousands and thousands in drugs and money.
- And over here, yo check this, man.
We have our lean.
You see the clarity?
All good.
We're not mess with weed, pills no more.
There's no money there no more.
And all the way over here, boy.
Come close. Lemme show ya.
We have the all white fish scale there, boy.
You understand me?
- Fish scale? - Yeah, man.
Take here some, sugarize your boogers.
Yeah, man.
- Hold on, hold on.
Don't we got people to do this?
- Yeah man, you.
You're one gave me trust, right?
- Yeah, but I don't be boogering my sugar then though, Ray?
You know I be- - You sure?
- Yeah. I just be, you know?
- Yeah, man.
Listen what you're saying.
Well, get the fuck out of my place.
- No, hold on, hold on, Ray.
- Get out my place. - Hold on my, hold on.
Hold on, hold on, hold on.
I got you. I got you.
- You can handle it? - No problem, man.
- Yeah, man. - Lemme booger my sugar.
I got you.
- Lemme see. - Yeah, I got you.
I got you.
- Yeah, man! (laughs)
Real thing, this.
Yeah, man, long time soldier.
You just might be real.
So let me show you this.
Right here is where we count the money.
My favorite part of the operation, the money center.
So we count over $2 million a day. Right here.
- Two million? - Two million.
- Hold up. Hold up.
How you count two million?
I thought, I'm expecting something bigger.
You make two million off of this little operation?
- You say you expect something bigger, huh?
- Bigger.
(Los coughs)
(Ray chuckles)
- Small might.
The whole of Memphis is the operation.
You get me? - Oh.
- Orange Mound, Castalia, South Memphis.
All of mine. Yeah, man.
- Understand. - It's all for me.
- I got you. - Yeah, man.
- I got you.
- Your job here will be the overseer.
(Los coughs)
See, there are rules.
- Rules? - To every family.
One, never steal from me.
- No stealing. - Yeah, man. You get me?
- No stealing, man.
- Two, never put your bloodclaat hands
on the product or the workers.
- Hey man, I see.
- Your job is to make sure
that the whole operation run smooth.
You have any questions for me?
- Oh, why you ain't got no cameras?
Ain't no cameras in here?
- No man, no man. No technology.
The way it is today,
can't risk the operation being hacked.
Listen good.
No bloodclaat person is allowed in this room with a phone.
If it's not me or Hitta, no bloodclaat one.
You get me?
- [Los] No blood clot person with a phone.
- Yeah, man.
Me have something for you.
- Okay. What?
I don't want no more of that.
- Yeah, man. This goes with that.
Lemme tell you something.
Lemme say something to you.
This is me absolute favorite gun.
You get me?
- Got you Ray. I'm on it.
- Guard it with your life
because me no tell you for breaking those three rules,
me take this pistol and me lick out your brain.
You get me?
- Cool, Ray, you ain't gotta worry about none of that.
I'm on your team.
- All right. All right.
- I'm on your team. - That's for you.
- Thank you Ray. - Yeah, man.
So Los, you're part of the family later.
- Thank you Ray. - Me thank you.
- You won't regret this.
- You're not letting me down.
- Got you. - Yeah, man.
- Next time you better have
some water for me when I come through.
Hey Ray, you won't forget this, Ray.
It's a new damn sheriff in town, Ray.
- And his name is Ray Barnes.
Remember that.
- Boom claat. - Yeah, boy.
(Mitchell clapping)
(Mitchell grunts)
(suspenseful music)
- [FBI Agent] No one here feels obligated
to take a bullet for you either.
- [Los] You asking me to fucking snitch
on the same people that feed me!
The same people that stand on business with me!
- [Ray] Man, take this pistol if you leak out your grill.
- [Jen] Just because you didn't have a father
don't mean that our daughter don't deserve to have one.
- [Mitchell] It's a goddamn celebration, fellas.
Drinks on me tonight!
Yes sir. Yeah.
- Good job. - Good job.
- Good job, yes sir.
- That's exactly- - There he is!
Great goddamn job, son.
- Hey. - Good job.
Proud of you. - Los!
- Like a father to his son.
Where you going, Los?
- Don't worry about it. I'll talk to him.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
There's probably a 10% chance he didn't fuck up that camera.
Make sure he has this one for tomorrow.
- I got you.
- Los? Los? - What's up, man?
- [Mitchell] That's what I'm talking about.
- Yes sir.
- 2280 covered in pipe.
I think this is it.
It's a motherfucking hotel. Fuck, man.
- Agent Thomas, how you doing?
This is Lieutenant Mitchell.
- [Thomas] Lieutenant Mitchell, I'm doing good.
How you doing? It's good to hear from you.
- Good, good.
- [Thomas] I got a quick question for you.
What are we gonna do about our boy Los?
- So listen, there's a place out there
on Covent and Pike, a hotel,
and one of the cleanup people there
is an undercover agent that is watching him, so.
- Okay, okay. - Yeah.
- [Thomas] Well, so we don't have to worry
about him trying to get away
or trying to pull nothing crazy on us then?
- Oh no, no, no, no. Uh-uh.
He's up under heavy surveillance and we're not,
we're not even worried about that part, no.
- Okay. - Yeah, we watching.
- [Thomas] Well that sounds like
you got it under control then.
- Oh yes sir.
So I'll tell you what,
we'll just see you tomorrow morning then?
- [Thomas] Okay. Alright.
That sounds like a plan. I'll catch you then.
- Okay, thanks. Alright. - Okay. Alright.
(suspenseful music)
- Los?
Los?
Los!
- Man, get the fuck off of me.
- Calm down. - Man, fuck you.
The old ass lieutenant playing and cracking jokes and shit.
- Mitchell. - This is my life, bro.
- Mitchell is just fucking with you, man.
- Man, fuck Mitchell. - He's trying to get
under your skin, bro.
All right? Calm down.
Put this shirt on.
I need you to take this for tomorrow, alright?
- We gotta do this shit again?
- We only got two more days, bro.
- Fuck!
- What I tell you? I promise you.
I'm gonna get you outta there.
Alright? - Fuck.
- Now listen, did you learn anything else?
- Yeah, look, at the back of the warehouse.
It's a door that I control.
I can leave that jarred open so your team can get in.
- Okay.
- Just in case it's an emergency.
- I'll let 'em know, man. Good job, bro.
- Fuck you. Let's go.
Let's get this shit over with, man.
- I got you.
(suspenseful music)
- Fuck.
Exactly what I need. Shit.
Fuck, goddamn customers.
Just when I was smoking my fucking blunt,
I gotta do some work.
Come on.
Damn sexy, you again? Go ahead.
Damn.
Come on.
Now why you bringing that big ass purse?
Lemme see it.
Now if you say something,
you got to bring your ass back down in there.
You might be getting a pound or something.
They got it for you up there, shit.
Hey, what's up B-Wood. What's up, homie?
Good to see you, man.
I like the moves you making out there.
They expecting you up there anyway, yeah.
(door clicks shut)
- We're gonna stake out right here for now
while they watch back at the precinct.
Just in case Los needs backup.
- Okay.
- So we definitely can go bigger.
Yeah, man. Yeah, man.
Orange Mountain, Castalia, definitely Castalia.
Now North Memphis.
You know, me, I need you and Hitta
to go up on the North Side.
Take them everything here just to be safe.
Yeah, man.
Good work. Good work.
(suspenseful music)
(money counter whirring)
- Everything okay, Ray?
- Yeah, man. Yeah, man.
Everything okay, boy. - You sure?
- Yeah, man. - Okay cool.
- Do you have your gun on you?
- Oh, it's upstairs. Lemme go get it.
- Yeah, go upstairs.
Yeah, man. Go.
(cellphone buzzing)
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on.
Come here. Come here.
Yeah, man. Come here, Los.
- [Los] What? What's going on?
- It's the bloodclaat thief right here.
You understand me? Yeah, man.
- What the fuck? - Yeah, man.
So you know what about that, hmm?
You know what I go on right now?
- No, I'm lost. - Get out.
Relax yourself. Relax yourself.
Relax yourself.
- Yeah, relax.
- Give him the gun. - What?
- Don't worry, boy. Give him the gun.
Yeah, man. It's a first time for everything.
Yeah man, you shoot this bitch right now.
- Me?
- You say you wanna be an insider.
- Shit!
- I'm calling in backup.
- Hold on, wait a minute.
Now we didn't come this far to take down his sidekicks.
We came to take down the boss.
When we take him down, we take down the whole organization.
- Are you asking me to just sit here
and do absolutely nothing?
- She's a goner anyway.
If he doesn't kill her, they both die.
- Are you asking me to just sit here
and just let an innocent woman die?
- I'm asking you to help me cage a wild dog, a psychopath.
Now you know like I know sacrifices have to be made.
- You say you are a gangster.
- Ray, let's talk. - You say y'all want in.
- I'm in. I'm in.
- Blow this bitch's head away.
- Right now? - If not, boy,
he going to kill you.
- What the fuck you think?
- Don't know what you're fucking looking at me for.
Newsflash, asshole.
This is not a three strike game.
We fucked up once, we lose him again, it is over.
Now get off that fucking high horse of yours
and do your job or get the fuck out.
- Michael, you've been working with him.
You need to talk to him
because I don't want nothing to do with this.
I'm outta here.
This isn't right. This is not right.
- We didn't come here to play superhero.
Now to capture a monster, we have to hunt like one.
- You're doing the right thing.
- Units standby.
Go in.
- Are you sure?
- I said go in, goddamn it!
- Fuck!
Hope you're happy with yourself.
(suspenseful music)
- Prove yourself.
Just say you have a daughter to feed.
- Wait, let's talk about this.
- Just say you have a family to feed.
- I do, Ray, but I-
- What you said for, boy.
You say you have a daughter to feed.
Shoot this motherfucking girl right now.
- [Los] I know it's a better way.
- Yeah, only way.
One way. My way.
You understand me?
Shoot!
- Fuck!
- Tell him to drop that motherfucker!
Drop it!
(all shouting)
- You bloodclaat informer there!
Yeah, boy.
Man not live long.
You not live long, you understand me?
You can't hide, boy! You not can hide, boy!
- Here's a motherfucking investigation
going down the goddamn drain.
I can't believe this bullshit!
- If you got something to say, just say it.
- Well, I'ma fucking say it.
You blowed years of hard fucking work
over a goddamn cokehead.
- She wasn't about to die on my watch.
- The bitch was already dead!
- You can go fuck yourself!
- You two break it up. - Goddamn!
- Break it up, break it up.
We don't have time for this.
He is out there planning his next move.
- And whose fault is that exactly?
- And we need to be prepared for it.
We need to come up with a plan and I mean and quick.
You feel me?
- I'm all ears.
- What's all the fucking yelling about?
What's the commotion? What the fuck I miss?
- Well, the phone's gone.
Ray won't talk and we're generally fucked.
- Phone? This phone?
- What? How? When did you?
- Seen my opportunity, so I took it.
Doing your fucking job again, huh Mitch?
- Good job, Los. - Never.
- Mr. Lonely y'all. - You a free man.
- Thank you.
- [Mitchell] But I'm sure we'll see you again.
- Not in this lifetime.
Thank you fellas. See you again.
Hey Mitchell, I got something for you.
Fuck you. (laughs)
- You wanna wash his car with this?
- Yeah, gimme that shirt.
- It's a shame he was leaving.
He was just starting to grow on me.
- Fuck him.
We finally got him.
- Yeah, we appreciate your assistance, Lieutenant.
- No hard feelings?
- No hard feelings.
Take care, Lieutenant.
- Just a job, right? - Just a job.
- Alright. - Hey.
- Hey, tell Derrick and Michael to take care.
- Okay, I'll do that. - Alright. Alright.
(upbeat hiphop music)
- Agent Thomas, it's Lieutenant Mitchell.
- [Thomas] Hey Lieutenant Mitchell. How you doing?
- I'm doing great. - That's good. That's good.
Look here, now that we got this phone,
we need to be able to do these records.
Were you able to get the subpoena from the judge?
- So we're currently waiting on the judge
to sign off on the warrant
so we can review the phone record.
So once he does that, I'll be reaching back out to you guys.
You know, it's been a lot of things going on this week
and I had to end up sending Michael home
until we can get everything resolved.
- [Thomas] Okay, okay.
I understand that. Well, give us a call, man.
Agent Jackson, you know, we'll be waiting to hear from you.
- Good deal. Thanks, appreciate you.
- Okay, have a good one. - Bye.
(solemn music)
(car rumbling)
- Detective, glad you could make it.
I was just sitting here telling your pretty wife
how beautiful she is.
- Let 'em go.
- Ah, ah, ah.
We don't want to make no mess in here now do we?
Put that gun down.
I said put it down.
Yeah. That's a good boy.
- Daddy!
- You better hold that little bitch tight
before I shoot you both. - Stay right here, okay?
- Baby, baby, listen to me, okay?
I need you to be a big girl and just stand right there.
Alright? Just be still.
Can you do that for Daddy?
- Okay. - Okay?
- You wearing a wire?
- No. - Don't lie.
- I said I'm not.
- It's too bad.
I wanted him to see my face.
- Who?
- Thomas.
Them two dead agents is on his head.
He should have known not to play with me like that.
- [Michael] I'll tell him.
- And about your son, Davin.
- Andrew, motherfucker.
His name is Andrew.
- You know that was just business, right?
Wasn't personal. You know that, right?
- So was Sosa.
(E chuckles)
- I did my research on you.
You good at what you do.
Seems like me and you are just alike.
Gods of our crafts.
- Gods? Man, you a monster.
- No, monsters what the system created.
What you expect? Huh?
Put us in an environment not to survive,
we'll survive by any means necessary.
- So you ain't do it for the money?
- (chuckles) That too.
Look at here, you running short on time
and a man of your profession is used to offering deals.
So got one for you.
One of 'em staying with me and I don't care who stays.
You take your pick.
Nigga, I will push you.
- I'm more valuable anyway.
- A cop as a hostage is suicide.
They'll shoot us both.
Now pick before I do.
This bitch or that one?
- Just, just take me please. Just take me.
Baby, stop.
Look, we can't lose another child.
We already lost Drew.
Oh, come on Kayla.
Come on. Come on.
Just go over to your daddy. It's gonna be okay.
Okay? Just go.
- [Michael] Come on, baby.
(suspenseful music)
- Farewell, Detective.
- Now Tiffany.
(elbow thuds)
(gunshots blasting)
(intense music)
Body for a body, huh?
(gunshots blasting)
- [Tiffany] Baby!
- It's over, baby.
Fly high, baby boy.
You know your daddy loves you.
I'm gonna make you proud.
I promise I'm gonna take care of your mama and your sister.
Look out for me, baby.
* Oh Lord, my trouble so hard *
* Nobody knows my troubles but God *
* Don't nobody know *
* Only God could judge me *
* How the hell you gonna judge me *
* You can't judge me *
* I ain't a killer but I hope you don't push me *
* And if you want me, you gotta come and get me *
* Me and this family trying to get this money *
* Better back up on me player *
* Because you gonna get only problems *
* I gotta stick up in there *
* Coming there to surely solve it *
* Don't kick it in the streets like it's on karate *
* We got that dog who gotta give it to the doggest *
* And I can't trust nobody *
* And I can't trust a soul *
* Better watch your back when you out here getting on *
* If you take miles, walk again *
* Let's get it on *
* I gave it to you *
* To stay in heaven singing a different song *
* I'm stepping here *
* Use my enemies for stepping stones *
* And if I'm right, I'm right *
* You should know but God, I right my wrongs *
* My troubles have bred troubles *
* And trouble is all around you *
* Sorry to trouble you *
* We live in the trouble zone, homie *
* Oh Lord, my trouble so hard *
* Don't nobody know my troubles but God *
* My mama told me better them angels 'round you *
* The way you moving you got a lot demons 'round you *
* And when I take the shades down I can see it now *
* But thank God I got it, man *
* Let's do it 'cause they rolled up *
* They tried to rob my *