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(dramatic music) – No! (groans) (dramatic music) – Take the gun. – What? – Take the gun or I’ll shoot you myself. (dramatic music) We’re going to play a little game. But I can’t guarantee
you’re going to live. This is the only chance you’ve got. Put the gun to your head. (dramatic music) – Hey, Sal, I know I fucked up. But why are you doing this to me? You already beat the fuck out of me. – [Sal] You did this to yourself. You tried to kill me
and you screwed it up. But you can’t screw this game up. Because all you’ve got to do
is put that gun to your head. – Man I didn’t do it, dude. It was Blackjack, he put me up to it. He’s the one that deserves to do, not me. – You know what? Don’t you worry about Blackjack, because he’s going to get his. Right now you messed up, you messed up! Put the gun to your head. (dramatic music) You’ve got one shot. If that goes off, then you die. But if it doesn’t, you
walk out of here alive. Bloody but alive. – Hey, Sal, man, let’s
just forget about this. I’ll leave town, never see
me again, I swear to God. – You want me to forget about this? You want me to forget
that you tried killing me five minutes ago? – Swear to God you’ll never see me again. – Put the gun to your
head and pull the trigger. – No. – What do you got to lose? – My life. – You’re going to lose your life anyways if you don’t pull the trigger. This is the only chance you’ve got. I’m going to tell you one
more time, pull the trigger! (gunshot) (upbeat music) ♫ It all started out ♫ When I still was slinging weed ♫ I found out the money was ♫ In methamphetamines ♫ I changed my whole scene ♫ Two ounce and teens ♫ Fat rock, 8 balls ♫ 40 spins in the red zone ♫ Lost cruising New Mexico ♫ Five pounds jacked from the po-po ♫ Don’t look suspicious ♫ So they ain’t knowing shit ♫ Tweekers loving it ♫ Saying its own hit ♫ I bring it back to Kelly ♫ Open shop in someone’s house ♫ Give me my money ♫ Here it is, now get the fuck out ♫ Transactions being made ♫ In the parking lot ♫ I’ve got to do it quick ♫ Before the ball gets hot ♫ Big balling ♫ Moving box of meth ♫ Coming with this real ♫ In the valley of death ♫ Tweekers blow me off around the clock ♫ In case they want to talk ♫ I’ve got the Glock ready to pop ♫ What you know ♫ Bomb with amphetamine string ♫ What you know ♫ Got your little gang thing ♫ What you know ♫ Bomb with amphetamine string ♫ What you know ♫ Got your little gang thing ♫ What you know ♫ Bomb methamphetamine string ♫ What you know ♫ Got your little gang thing ♫ What you know ♫ Bomb methamphetamine string ♫ What you know ♫ Got your little gang thing ♫ Northern Cali on the freeway ♫ Got eight pounds out of my buffer ♫ Record slips one time ♫ You got no where it’s going matters ♫ Straight to pin, violation of probation ♫ I just can’t stand
sitting in a police station ♫ But I pay the bills ♫ So I break it up quiet ♫ Before I find myself ♫ Riding in a prison riot ♫ I’ll meet you vacos on 11th and East ♫ Closer to the pigs, where
suspicion is the least ♫ Day I leave, take
this pound to the paint ♫ Break it down to 16
and make everybody pay ♫ The drug game is deeper
than you’ll ever know ♫ Traffic into Arizona,
then into New Mexico ♫ Colorado fool we got fans, yo ♫ Try to make a move and we’ll kill you ♫ (Singing in Spanish) ♫ Never stand in my way ♫ (Singing in Spanish) ♫ What do you know ♫ Bomb methamphetamine string ♫ What you know ♫ Got your little gang thing ♫ – [Richard] Been dying
for one of these, huh? – No, man, I quit drinking two years ago. – [Nick] That’s cool, more for me. – Seriously. Only habit I got now is anger. Every single day I was in there, all I could think about was
how that fool set me up. – Man I still don’t
know why you didn’t let one of us take care of him. I mean me and Nick, one of the other boys would have gladly taken care of that fool. – No way, man. Jack’s going to get it. But I’m the one that’s
going to pull the trigger. (laughing) – He’s got balls, huh? Just got out, already
wants to kill someone. (dramatic music) – So is it going to be hard
to find this guy or not? – You ain’t got to worry
about that shit, man. Blackjack’s an idiot. He’s staying with some bitch up in Frisco. I mean everybody knew
you were getting out. You know how these streets talk. Word is that that fool just wants to put his past behind him now. – He just wants to pretend
that shit never happened. – Pretend it never
happened, is that right? That bastard almost had me killed. I lost two years of my
life because of him. I almost lost my business,
if it wasn’t for both of you. That’s something I will never forget. – I can’t stand that
fake ass white boy, man. Thinks he’s black just
because his partner’s black. Because he fucks around with
some black hood rat bitch. I even heard his main
supplier is some black motherfucker from Frisco. – He’s always been like that. He’s just a punk wanna be. He got his name from high school. He used to act black and
claim he was from Oakland. Nobody in the town knew him. That fag even had corn rows, man. (laughing) Can you believe that? – What the fuck? – Blonde corn rows. – They used to make fun of that fool, man. – Yeah, he was a joke
then, he’s a joke now. – Always will be a fucking joke. – Yeah that fool thinks
he’s mean old brown because he’s serving the dope in the city. – Well mean old brown has Dave’s number. I’m going to take that mark
for everything he’s got. We run these streets,
man, not some white boy. – Come on, man, you just got back, man. You should worry about making some money and fucking some hoes. I mean the dope is selling real good. Business couldn’t be better. Now I think we should
just relax for a minute. – Look I am worried about making money. That’s why I want to take this fool out. I want his business. – Man we don’t need his business. That’s just going to cause problems for us with whoever he’s working for in Frisco. It’s a small-time dealer. Let’s just stick to our side of the bay. Come on, man, you just got
out for blasting someone. – I didn’t blast fool, man,
I didn’t get pinned for it. All they got me for was a beat down. That fool committed suicide. – Yeah but didn’t you point a .12 at him and make him shoot himself? – Yeah. It’s called assisted suicide. – [Richard] Here’s
something else I thought of, something that might cause a problem. That fool Joey you killed had a family. – So what, man? Their brother tried to
kill me, so I took Joe out. Blackjack is next on my list. – Look, Sal, if you want
do to this, bro, I’m down. But remember, you got a
lot of business to run. – Look I know, I’ve been looking forward to getting back to business. I’ve just got to take this fool out, man. After that, 100 percent back to hustling. – Well fuck it, when do you want to do it? – I’ve been waiting two
years for this, man. The sooner the better. I want to do it tonight. (dramatic music) – What’s up, Scott? – What’s up, bro? – What’s going on? – [Patrick] Not much, what you doing? – Watching TV. Believe there’s 100 fucking
channels on this bitch and ain’t shit to watch? – That’s how it is, man. You want to watch something
good, you’ve got to go rent it. – That’s right. So what did you find out? – Well it’s true, that
fucking Mexican is out. – Oh is that right? – I was talking to Micky from
down at the liquor store. He says Salvador’s brother
and some other Mexican came in to buy beer to
celebrate this cat’s release. You can finally get this motherfucker back for killing Joey now. – I knew it, that’s why
he’s at that bitch’s house. – Yep, and if we play our cards right, we can take care of Sal and lay the blame on that fucking wigger. It’s his fucking fault
our brother’s dead, man. – We need a plan, man. We’ve been trying to get
this asshole for two years. – Well and I cannot wait
one more fucking night. But we’ve got to have
this planned perfectly. We’ve got to kill two birds with one stone and none of us can go down for it. – That’s right. – It’s going to be real simple, man, I don’t care how we do it. I just want you to make sure
that Blackjack is there. – Man you ain’t got to
worry about that shit. I told you I’ve been
keeping tabs on this fool. He won’t even leave to go to the store. Been living off pizzas for the past week. (upbeat music) – Hey it’s Carlos and Ray. – It’s about time, man. What’s up, Carlos; what’s up, Ray? – What’s up, Sal? It’s been a long time. – [Ray] What’s up, Sal? Good to see you, man, real good. – You guys got something for me? – Here you go, man. Nobody’s, no numbers. They’re clean. – For now. – You sure you don’t
need our help tonight? – No, I got Richard and
Nick backing me up, man. What I need you guys to do
is get rid of that pound they gave you yesterday. – [Ray] Oh shit, don’t even
stress about that, man. We already got rid of half of that. – Look at this fool,
just got out this morning and you’re already back to business. – That’s how it is, man,
I’ve got to stay on my toes. – All right then, Sal. We’ll swing through tomorrow night. We should have it sold by then. These fiends can’t get enough of that. – [Ray] All right, Sal,
it was nice seeing you. You guys take it easy, man. – Stay up. ♫ Those young fine hynas ♫ With some fat ass lips ♫ Hit them from the back ♫ Gently rotating their hips ♫ Nine-Shade pussy when I’m going down ♫ Tomorrow I will be the talk ♫ Of every home girl in town ♫ Like it when they moan also ♫ It sounds so sweet ♫ (knocks at door) – [Blackjack] Who is it? – It’s Dick from Mr. Pizza. – [Blackjack] Ain’t nobody
order any pizza, man. – I believe you did, sir. Isn’t this 1424 Adam Line Street? – [Blackjack] Right address, dawg, but I didn’t order shit, man. – We have you on caller I.D. Open the door and pay
for what you ordered. – [Blackjack] What the
fuck are you talking about? I didn’t order shit, man. Hey quit blocking the peep hole. (gunshot) (dramatic music) – Dude would you shut the fuck up? – What the fuck are
you talking about, man? – You eat cereal like you’re
slurping dick or something. Eat with your fucking mouth shut. – Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, that’s all the fuck you do. Shit. (coughing) What the fuck, man? Fucking spitting all over me and shit. – Somebody took care of
Blackjack last night. Looks like them Castros are
quicker than we thought. – I knew they wanted to get Blackjack. I figured they would wait
at least a week or so. – No that motherfucker is smart. He took care of that
dude the day he got out. No way the pigs are going
to think he’s involved just getting out of prison. What kind of a con is
going to commit a murder hours after his release? It makes perfect sense, I
just didn’t see it coming. – Even if the pigs do suspect something, he’s still got the perfect alibi. Man what the fuck are we going to do? – We’ve waited two years to get this fool. We’ve got to be smarter than him. – Well what’s plan B? – I don’t fucking know, I
can’t think of everything. – Shut the fuck up, Patrick. Anything you think of is bullshit any way. – Yeah well what the fuck
is your plan, genius? You want to go over there
and shoot that motherfucker and end up in San Quintin ourselves? – Look, man, the attitude has got to stop. I’m your brother, we’re after
the same motherfucker and arguing about this shit is
not going to get the job done. – I’m just all out of ideas, Scott. I’m fucking frustrated
this shit ain’t working out like I wanted it to. – Well look on the bright
side, we don’t have to worry about Blackjack no more. Let’s just focus on getting Sal Castro. – All right. Obviously he thinks like we do. We know he wanted to get Jack
but not as quick as he did. So what we’ve got to do is
think ahead of this asshole. We’ve got to be two steps ahead of him. – How the hell are we going to do that? – Like you said, focus on Sal. – Yeah, I see what you’re saying. – Well let’s not focus on Sal. Let’s focus on Jack. – What the fuck are
you talking about, man? – Think about it, man. Jack was a small time piece of shit. But he did work for somebody. – So? – So maybe that somebody
is a little pissed off that he lost one of his drug dealers. – [Scott] Okay, I see
what you’re getting at. You want to find out who
Blackjack was working for. Then let that somebody know
it was Sal and his crew. – No, we don’t need to do that. We’re going to pretend to be them. We’re going to take
out that asshole’s crew one by one until we finally get him. They won’t be looking for us, they’ll be looking towards
Blackjack’s connection. – Isn’t it some black
fool from San Francisco? – Who gives a shit. Maybe Sal retaliates and
kills a couple of niggers. (laughing) Or maybe we get lucky and
they all kill each other. – Yeah. – Either way we’ve got to
knock over the first domino, you know what I’m saying? – Hell yeah. That sounds like a tight fucking plan. So where do we start? – Let’s start with one of Sal’s dealers. They’ll instantly think
it’s Blackjack’s connection. You know, an eye for an eye. – Sounds like it could work. – It will work, bro. Don’t you worry about that. (laughing) – Look Salvador Castro gets
out after serving two years. A few hours later Jack Bryant,
the guy who sets him up in the first place gets killed. It makes perfect sense. I don’t see why we
don’t just go down there right now and bring him in. – Because I just don’t buy it. I don’t think he’s that stupid. I mean he just got out. Why would he risk going back to prison, possibly for life, just to kill
some small time drug dealer? We don’t have anything
on him, we have nothing. What the hell makes you so sure that this Jack Bryant guy set him up? – An informant. Informants, actually. – You trust the word of snitches? – Yes. Do you know how many cases I’ve solved in the past five years
because of those “snitches?” Hell yes I trust the
word of my informants. They know the word on the street a hell of a lot better than we do. – I just think it’s a drug deal gone bad. Probably some piece of
shit he sold dope to didn’t like what he was selling him. So he came back and let him have it. It sure as fuck wasn’t the
pizza man, like the girl said. It’s probably somebody
that knew they ordered a lot of pizza. You saw the pizza boxes piled up. It was probably one of
the regulars who buys some crank and has a slice on his way out. It couldn’t have been Castro. I mean he’s been locked up for two years. How the hell would he know what they eat? – Maybe Sal had his brother
Richard stalking him, watching him. – That skinny little bastard? Come on, honey. Criminals don’t do stakeouts, we do. – The name’s detective Bruin, dick. – The name’s Peter, sweetie. (upbeat music) – Darryl. Darryl. I’m talking to you, nigger. – What the fuck did I tell you, Chris? Don’t interrupt me when
I’m reading my newspaper. – Yo someone took out your boy Blackjack. – How? – He got blasted on last
night, his girl said it was the pizza man, at least that’s what she’s told the pigs. – So what? I’m out a dealer, I’ll get another one. – So you don’t give a shit, man? – You think I give a shit
about some white boy, man? I only gave that fool the
job to serve my suburban customers, I’ll get another one. – Yeah but you don’t want to
find out who did this shit? What if somebody’s trying to start a war? – Already know who did it. It was some Mexican
dude named Castro, man. He served two years because
of that white boy Jack, man. Already saw it coming. It was only a matter of time. – So that’s why Jack’s been
hiding out at his girl’s crib. (laughing) Punk ass motherfucker
told me things were hot and he couldn’t grind for
us for about a week or so. – [Darryl] Yeah, man,
that was their business. But as long as that Castro
dude don’t fuck with mine, then it’s all good. – Fuck it, man, that’s
hell a white boy trying to get into the dope game. We’ll just find us another cracker. – For sure. (upbeat music) – What’s up, player? – What’s up, boy? – Could I get a balloon? – Can’t get a balloon,
you could buy a balloon. – What you asking for it? – Depends how much you want. You better not say some
sick shit about sucking my dick or I’ll cap your punk
ass right now, meth head. – Fuck you talking about, man? I got twomp. – Let me see that shit. I see the line, it’s all good. – Yeah. – Can’t be too careful these days. – For shizzle. – It’s for sheezie, dumbass. (engine starts) (upbeat music) – Have fun, G. (upbeat music) (dramatic music) – Hey, man, you got some snow? – [Ray] Fuck did you just say? – Some snow, man, you know, some blow. – Someone’s talking like it’s 1980. I ain’t got no motherfucking blow. – Motherfucker talking shit, man. – Yeah well what the fuck do you got, man? – Man I ain’t got shit for your punk ass. Why don’t you get out of
here, fucking white boy? – This motherfucker talking shit. – I wish you wouldn’t talk like that, man. I’m going to come out
there and fuck you up. – Oh yeah, brother? Why don’t you get out here
and try, motherfucker? – You know what? – Fuck this motherfucker up,
you know what I’m saying, motherfucker? – [Patrick] What the fuck, dude? (gunshot) (dramatic music) Fuck that punk. Get his shit, man. – Fuck, bro. Man can’t believe you just
killed this motherfucker. That’s bullshit. Oh this, this motherfucker got some dope. – Let’s go, man, hurry up. – [Scott] Hold up, man, hold up. (dramatic music) Fucking money. Holy shit. – [Patrick] Hurry up,
let’s go, cops are going to be here any minute. – [Scott] I’m coming, I’m coming. – Man the pigs are going
to be here soon, let’s go. (engine starts) (dramatic music) (upbeat music) – Two years of weighing this shit, still can’t get used to that smell. – No shit, man. Shit’s nasty. – That’s how you can tell it’s good crank. – I would sell dog shit
if I knew I could make money off of it. – By the way, I’ve been wanting to ask. What are we moving a week? (sighing) – I would say what about 10 pounds a week? – Sounds about right. – I thought it was a
little bit more than that. – Well I did the best I could, Sal. I’m not you, bro. – I was moving 10 pounds in a weekend. (sighing) – What are you complaining about? Man we’re making $10,000 a week. I mean by cutting them into QP’s, we’re making a grand a pound. Isn’t that good business? – That’s good, man, we’ve just got to hit the grind harder. I was moving 20 pounds a week
before I went in the pen. – Yeah well after you went to prison, we didn’t trust anybody. I mean besides us right
here, we have Carlos and Ray serving the streets and that’s it. – It was too risky to keep
working with the same people you were working with, man. Besides business is doing good. I mean half a mil a year is good business. – Yeah I can agree. It’s pretty good. (knocking at door) Get the door, man. – [Richard] Shit, shit. (dramatic music) – It’s Carlos, man. What’s up, man? – Hurry up come in, lock the door. What is it? – I went to go meet Ray
about a half hour ago so I could see how much
he had left, right? I get to the spot and there’s
fucking pigs everywhere. It was a fucking crime scene. The whole block was
sealed off in yellow tape. Someone took Ray out, man. (dramatic music) – Who the hell? What are you talking about? – I don’t know, man. Someone took Ray out. – I can’t believe this, man. (dramatic music) Can’t fucking believe this shit. How much did he have on him? – He had a quarter pound, just like me. – Fuck. – Did they find anything on him? – No, man, he got cleaned out. No dope, no money, nothing. Tell you what though,
them pigs probably think this is some gang shit. – What the fuck do you think? You think someone wants to war with us? Blackjack’s people maybe. – No, man, Blackjack’s
a dumb white boy, man. Nobody cares about him. – The blacks give a fuck about him or they would have been hiding
him, not his fucking girl. – No, no, I’m telling you that white boy worked for some old school
motherfucker from the city. I know for a fact he made
that fool a lot of money. Think about it, Sal. We just took out one of
his main sources of income and now he wants some payback. He probably thinks we want
a piece of his business. – That makes sense. It wouldn’t hurt to find out. – What more do you know
about this guy, man, besides the fact that he’s black? – I just know what I
hear from the streets. He moves a lot of weight. He’s got connections from Bay View, Hunter’s Point, Fillmore. – Why would a black guy rolling that deep in the game work with
this white boy for, man? Think about it, a stupid
white boy in those hoods. – He don’t just have
brothers working for him. He’s got white boys serving the burbs. I mean not all of Frisco is a ghetto. I mean he’s hooking up people from fucking Embarcadero, the
fags on Castro and Poke. In the Mission district,
he’s got his Mexicans. – [Richard] Sounds like an
equal opportunity employer. – This ain’t time for jokes, man. This is serious, all right? He’s dead. – Okay, no more joking, man. No more fucking joke. – Carlos why don’t you
find out what you can from your regulars? See if they seen
anything, a car, whatever. Whatever information you can get for us. I’m not going to start a
turf war without facts. As far as we know it’s a simple robbery. – Yeah I can do that but
it’s going to take some time. It’s not like these fools come
around every day, you know? – Go ahead. Take your time. Get the right info,
please, man, all right? Get the right info. – Yeah I’ll do that. I’ll hit you guys up in a couple days. Maybe tomorrow. – [Richard] Take care, man. – Real sorry about your friend, man. But you still got that QP. Just took a loss on one. You got to get moving quick, all right? – [Carlos] All right I’ll do my best, Sal. Maybe tomorrow will be better. You know, it’s the 1st of the month. (dramatic music) – Do you feel guilty? – Hell no. That piece of shit was a drug dealer. Actually I feel pretty good. Why you feel guilty? – No. Not guilty. I thought I would feel different. I thought I would feel
better about losing Joe. But I feel the same. – Yeah? Don’t trip, man. You’ll feel better after Castro is dead. (dramatic music) – So you think this is going to work out? – Yeah, man, I’m pretty
sure it’s going to work out. I’m sure the Mexicans
are starting to think it’s just the blacks
getting back at them now. – So what are we going
to do about this shit? – [Patrick] We’ll worry
about this shit later. Let’s concentrate right
now on starting a war between the blacks and the Castros. – I thought you said it was all good. I thought you were saying they’re blaming the blacks already. – Yeah but we need to make sure
they think it’s the blacks. Maybe it’s time we need
to take out another one of Castro’s boys. – Ah shit, Patrick. I don’t think I could
handle that shit again. – Look at this pussy. They killed our brother,
you son of a bitch, and you’re worried about
some fucking Mexican? – Fuck you. I don’t give a fuck about them. I don’t feel guilty at all. I just don’t know if I
could handle a situation like that so quickly again. – Look just calm down, all right? I’ll kill the son of a bitch. You ain’t got to worry about that. I just need you there to back me up. Besides I’m not going
to kill him right away. We need to get some information from him. We need to know what Sal knows, and more importantly, we need to know who he thinks did the hit. – How are you going to make it
look like some blacks did it? – Like I said earlier,
we need to think ahead of this asshole. If he’s too stupid to
connect the first killing with the blacks, we need to
make this one blatantly obvious. – Like what? Seriously what the fuck can we do? We just went out and killed a guy, and you want to go kill another? – Look if he’s got dope, we take it, it makes sense that a drug dealer would take another guy’s dope, right? That’s number one. Number two: maybe it’s time
we need to kill ourselves a negro as well. – [Scott] What the fuck? You want to kill a black dude too? Man you’re fucking crazy. What if we get caught? – Man we’re not going to get caught. They’re going to think it’s each other, the cops are going to fucking think it’s some gang banger turf shit. Now stop fucking worrying, man. You’re going to start fucking worrying me and I don’t like to fucking worry. (dramatic music) – [Sal] This isn’t good, man. It’s bad for business, you know? Ray did good for us, man. I’ve known him since he was a kid. – I know, man. That’s why I trusted him to work with us. Him and Ray were the only
ones who me and Nick trusted. – It just doesn’t make any sense, man. Look I don’t think these people in Frisco want to start a drug war
over some white kid, man, that had it coming. Who knows, man? Anything is possible, you know? Either way, it’s all bad. I can feel the heat coming, man. Cops are probably going
to start focusing on us. Now we need to watch what we’re doing. – So what are you saying? You want to slow down? You want to shut down? I mean we got enough to put
away for us to last us a while. – No, man, I don’t want to stop. If we do, somebody will
just jump in and take over. It will be drought season out there. There’s a lot of fools out
there willing to fill that void. I can’t let that happen. This is our business. I’ll be damned if I’m going to
let somebody take that over. – What do you want to do? – [Sal] I don’t know. There’s Nick and Carlos right there. (dramatic music) So what’s the word? – I couldn’t find out shit. Nick talked to his people,
I talked to my people. Nobody knows anything. – This is starting to sound strange. – What do you mean by strange? – [Sal] It’s too clean, it’s too perfect. If it would have been a dope fiend, we would have heard something by now. Somebody would have said something. Has anybody you talked to
acted weird or nervous? – No, nobody acted nervous. Nobody liked him because he
was a dick to most of them but they didn’t hate
him enough to kill him. – You can never tell with
these fucking tweekers. But I don’t think it was
one of his customers either. – Well maybe it’s the fucking blacks. – I don’t know. We need to fix this before it escalates. – So what do we do? – Sell dope. You need to get rid of that QP you got. – Yeah I got it, I’m on it. I’m on it. – Come on, Nick, let’s ride. – [Sal] Hey call me tonight
when you get rid of that, all right? I need you to pick up
another pound tomorrow. We need to make up for the loss of Ray. We’ve got to work a little harder. I’m going to go meet with
you know who right now, get some more pounds. – All right. I’ll have that shit sold
for sure by tonight. (engines start) – What’s up, Carlos? You got anything for me? (upbeat music) No I need two zips, I’m
having a party tonight. (upbeat music) Oh come on, bro, do two for seven. (upbeat music) All right, same place? Cool. Be there in about a half, player. (upbeat music) – Holy fucking shit. Come on over here, you son of a bitch. It’s been a long time. – [Sal] Two years. How are you doing, Raul? – Can’t complain. What’s up, Richard? Nick. – What’s up? – Look a little bow-legged there. – Not me, man, big baller like me. I was treated like a king in there. Really appreciate the money
you put on my books though. I was eating real good in there. – Ah fuck it, don’t even mention it. It’s good to see you’re
back in business again. It was nice doing business with Richard, but it’s even better having you back. Hopefully the two of us can
make a little more money. – I want to double everything we’re doing. – [Raul] Sure you can handle that? – That’s what I was
doing before I went in. – That was a different time. Things change. – The game never changes. The players do. – [Raul] Come on, let’s hurry up. Let’s do this before the police come, we’ve got to shove
these chunks up our ass. (laughing) ♫ I’m blazing zips ♫ You can find me on perp ♫ Getting stoned, never home ♫ (knocks at window) – What’s up? – [Carlos] Man what the
fuck took you so long? I thought you said a
half an hour, asshole. It’s been 45 minutes. – Hit traffic, man,
what the fuck can I say? – Whatever. I got this shit so let’s do this. – $650, right? – I said $700, fucker. – All right, there you go. It’s all there, right? – Yeah it’s all here. – You know I appreciate you coming through for me like this at the last second. – It’s all good, as long
as you got the money I got the shit. Say you hear anything about
Ray since I last talked to you? Maybe your home boys might
have heard something. – Haven’t really heard shit. – All right, this is for you. Keep your ears open. (laughing) – Danke hoozy. – [Carlos] It’s Heezie, fuck face. ♫ Let’s get high ♫ (upbeat music) – You weren’t kidding
when you said you wanted to hit the grind harder. Haven’t chopped up and weighed this much fucking crank in a week before. – Hell no I wasn’t kidding. Can’t afford to slow down right now. We’ve got to keep flipping
this money over and over. Ain’t no time to relax. – Well so what’s up? You guys want to find a
replacement for Ray or what? – After what happened? I ain’t trusting anybody right now. Especially we don’t even
know who did him in. There’s too much dope to
gamble with, too much money. (sighing) – This is a lot of fucking dope. We’re going to have a hard
time getting rid of this shit. Maybe you can call some
of your old connections. Can try and move some of
this shit towards the valley. – That’s a good idea but I
don’t know who I can trust from my past. (phone ringing) I’ll think about it. (phone ringing) – Hello? Yeah, what’s up? Yeah we’re getting that ready right now. Yeah. To who? Oh that fucking dope fiend. No, no, it figures he didn’t know shit. Yeah. All right. Yeah, I’ll leave in 15 minutes. I’ll call you after I get off the freeway. All right? Yeah, all right then. Later. That was Carlos. He said he just got done
talking to one of his customers and he still hasn’t heard shit. But things are looking better,
he got rid of what he had so that other pound, he’ll take
that now instead of tomorrow. So I’m going to go meet him at the spot. – We already broke this all up. Well just grab four of those QP’s. Take them now, that will make his pound. (upbeat music) – [Carlos] What the fuck? Who the fuck are you? – Shut your mouth, asshole. I ask the fucking questions around here. – That’s right. – Now you’re going to tell
us what we want to know or I’m going to fucking kill you. – Man what the fuck do you want? – I want to know who Sal thinks is behind your buddy’s murder. – [Carlos] Why the fuck do you care? – Shut the fuck up, dick
head, and answer the question. – Man I don’t fucking know. Nobody knows who did it. – Does he thinks it’s
some brothers that did it? – What makes you ask that? – Some he does think
some black fools did it. – Maybe. – That’s all I need to know. (gunshot) – [Patrick] Hey, Scott,
you got that spray paint? – [Scott] Yeah. (dramatic music) – [Patrick] Write something pretty, man. (dramatic music) No doubt. – Let’s go, let’s go. (upbeat music) – Hey, it’s me. I’m running late, I had
to stop and get gas. Better be where you said you
were going to be at, all right? I’m 10 minutes away, later. ♫ Going to be mine ♫ Blood, tears, and a homicide ♫ 187 school the 187 ♫ Stop my paper chasing ♫ I’ll send your ass straight to heaven ♫ Thug living, not forgiving ♫ Niggers die 24/7 ♫ Some go to hell ♫ And the rest they go to heaven ♫ – Fuck! ♫ So much dope to sell ♫ Sending some of y’all to heaven ♫ (phone ringing) – Yeah. What? Oh. I fucking knew it. I fucking knew it. I fucking knew it! Get your ass over here right now! Right now! All right. What the fuck? ♫ Give me that greedy vagina ♫ White bitches and hynas ♫ And black hoes too ♫ I’m so horny I’ll fuck Aunt Jemima ♫ All I want is chow chiller ♫ The nut killer ♫ Run your fingers over my crotch ♫ Do you feel a fat boner ♫ Throbbing, filling with blood ♫ Pull done those chonies, bitch ♫ Give me some love ♫ Pussy melts in my mouth ♫ Not in my hand ♫ Because I’m eating more cunt ♫ Than a lesbian ♫ Now professional hoes ♫ – Nigger what’s wrong with you? Don’t be turning off a
nigger’s radio, dude. What the fuck is wrong with you? – Yo I just heard some shit. That little nigger Trevaine
just heard somebody hit up another Mexican. – So what’s that got to do with me? – Yo those motherfuckers
are going to think we had something to do with it. – Why the fuck would them S.A.’s think some bullshit like that? – They probably think it’s retaliation for that faggot ass white boy Jack. – Tell me them motherfucking S.A.’s don’t want to fuck with us. – I’m just letting you
know, this could turn into a real problem, for us. – Did you give Trevaine them boulders? – Yeah. – Good because I’m tired
of fronting that little motherfucker, you tell
that dude to have my money by next week? – Yeah I told his ass. He said the way these crackheads keep coming at him, he’ll have your scratch in a couple of days. – All right. Now why do you keep wasting my time with all this Mexican shit? I told you that ain’t none of my problem. Stop wasting my fucking time. (engine starts) – I know there have been three murders, three drug dealers dead, one
more baffling than the next. Now I wonder how they’re all connected. – Well you know what I think
of Jack Bryant’s murder. The Castros did that one. But besides simple rumors, we
have no evidence against them. Those other two, we know
Castro didn’t do those because those were his boys. – The only motive I can think
of is for the retaliation of the Jack Bryant kid. Now we need to find out
who his connections were. It wasn’t family. He was an only child. His parents died when he was 12. – From what I hear, he didn’t
have many friends either. So that leaves his woman. But that poor girl was so shook up, I don’t see her shooting
two of Castro’s boys. Besides she still probably
thinks it was the pizza guy. (laughing) – So any word from the S.F.P.D.? – They said they would
get back to us tomorrow. We’re going to try and
find out, excuse me, they’re going to try and find out anything new about Jack Bryant
that the file didn’t have. – Well ain’t that a bitch? A man calls and they get the run around. A woman calls and they
get the royal treatment. – Well it’s all in the way
you talk to them, Kelly. I mean keep in mind that
the murders happened in Oakland and not in San Francisco. – Yeah. Well we can either wait
for another criminal to get killed or we can
go talk to the informant. – Sounds like a great idea
but can we finish lunch first? – [Kelly] Yeah. ♫ I’ll snap a neck to grip that currency ♫ I’m mean for the green ♫ On the ground for eternity ♫ I’m going to pimp that shit ♫ Like a trick ass bitch ♫ Call me the motherfucking
C note advocate ♫ I’ll blast for it, the root of all evil ♫ It’s like a junkie to a heroin needle ♫ Make the world go around ♫ From them big head presidents ♫ You’re making dollars
or you don’t make sense ♫ That’s how it goes, right ♫ Fuck stressing everyday ♫ You get the money and
make the pain go away ♫ I need cold hard cash to keep mentality ♫ Being broke ain’t allowed ♫ Into my fucking reality ♫ Try jacking me fools,
you done lost your mind ♫ You need it too, that’s
why you work a 9 to 5 ♫ Keep it real on the
deal, there ain’t no caps ♫ I’m about to stack a fat batch ♫ I’ll bleed for the scrap ♫ You don’t hustle everyday ♫ You’re nothing but a scratch ♫ We’re going to ride
or die for the scratch ♫ We will straight pimp
your bitch for the scratch ♫ Scrap and demand your
cash for the scratch ♫ Tattoo your ass for the scratch ♫ I’ll kick your wife in the bubble bath ♫ For the scratch ♫ (sighing) – It said “Sucka free” S.F., San Francisco, everybody knows that. I’m telling you it was
those Frisco motherfuckers Blackjack worked for, they want revenge. – I can’t believe this shit. We lost two of our best salesmen. We got double the fucking dope and now these blacks want
to start fucking war? – They want a war, then
we’ll take them the war. I’ll shoot every one of
those damn mayates myself. But I’m not going to pull
the trigger until I know it’s them for sure. – What more do you need, Sal? How much more do you fucking need? You want one of us to die next? Is that what’s going to prove it to you? – Look, man, I’ve been in
this game for a long time. Long enough to know that
something ain’t right. It’s too obvious that it was the blacks. They’re not stupid. – It ain’t about being stupid. Maybe they just don’t give a fuck. Maybe we pissed them off
by killing the pussy ass white boy. – We’re not in this
business to kill people. We’re in this business to sell dope. Us and the blacks. Starting a war would
just mess both of us up. Think about it. We’re find the East Bay,
they’re from Frisco. Two whole sides that have
nothing to do with each other. It doesn’t make any sense. – I say we just give Raul a call. He’s deeper in the game than we are. I mean we’re only one
crew that he sells to. He must know some people. If anybody would know
anything, it would be him. – Yeah. – That’s a good idea. That’s about the only
opinion I could trust. (upbeat music) (knocks at door) (upbeat music) (knocks at door) (upbeat music) – What the fuck you want, Bruin? – Got some questions to ask you, junkie. – Shut the fuck up, I
don’t want my neighbors to hear that shit. – Then let us in, you asshole. (upbeat music) – What the fuck do you want, Bruin? I didn’t do anything. – Yeah right, looks like you’ve
been doing a lot of meth. That’s a violation of your probation. – Let’s bust his ass and
take him in right now. – This is pancake mix, all right? – [Bruin] Yeah right, I’ll
believe you, as long as you help us out and answer some questions for us. – I don’t know nothing about nothing. – You don’t know nothing about nothing? Who the fuck decorated this house? – I did. – While you were high, obviously. – Look I’m a busy fucking person. What do you guys want? – Busy person? You don’t have a fucking job. – Yeah I do, I’m a promoter. I promote parties. I got a big one coming up this weekend. – Yeah right, look, we know you’re a user and we know you sell lines
at your little parties. We know who you buy from,
we suspiciously enough those are the people that have been killed the past few days. – Whoa, what? I ain’t got nothing to do
with that shit, all right? I’ve been here all week. I’ve been planning a big
rave for this weekend. I didn’t kill anybody, all right? – We know you didn’t kill
anybody, you’re a pussy. But we know that you know
who might be responsible. – Well? – I don’t know exactly who did it. – Yeah, spit it out. – All right, I heard
from people, I can’t name any names, I heard it was
some brothers from Frisco. – Some brothers, huh? – Yeah, from the hood. – From which hood? – I don’t know about that shit, all right? – Bullshit. – Look I’m not going to make
up something that I don’t know. – Let’s take this piece
of shit in right now. – No, no, wait. I’ll try to find out, all right? – No you’re going to find out. – That’s what I meant. – Here, give me a call the
minute you find anything out. Where they’re from, their
names, anything at all. – You got my word, officers. – That’s detectives, scumbag. Try not to be so messy
when you cook next time. – Sure, all right. (upbeat music) Fucking dicks. (upbeat music) (knocks at door) (door opens) – Oh fuck. Glad you could make it. – Don’t worry about it. – [Nick] Have a seat. – Make yourself at home. – Want anything to drink? – That’s okay. – [Richard] Are you sure? – It’s okay. What can I do for you guys? How can I help you? – Well I didn’t want to say nothing over the phone but two of our guys got taken out in the past couple days. They were both done by the same people. – What the fuck, who? – Well first it was
Ray, then it was Carlos. We have no idea who did it. We’re starting to think maybe
one of us might be next. – You have no idea who it could be? – Well everything points to
these blacks from the city. But Sal thinks that we
should wait until we’re 100 percent sure before there’s
any action involved. I mean I’m sure but he just wants to– – Wait a second. This is why we called you, Raul. You’ve got connections that we don’t. I’m sure you could make a
phone call, pull some strings. Find out some information
that we can’t get. – Sure. I’ll do the best I can. I’ve got partners in Frisco. What makes you guys think it’s
people from San Francisco? – Well first thing, we
took out one of the guys that worked with them, Blackjack. The same piece of shit that
tried to have my brother killed here two years ago. I mean maybe they want to do some payback for taking out one of their dealers. Second of all, Nick
here saw a spray painted message next to where
they found Carlos’ body. It said “Sucka free.” – What the hell is that? – “Sucka free”, it means San Francisco. See the blacks there,
they use the initials S.F. as a slang word, you know, “Sucka free.” – That’s interesting, I didn’t know that. – I could see how it could look like these black guys are doing it. But I can also see how
it could be a setup. It’s so damn obvious. I’m not going to make a move
until I’m 100 percent sure. If there’s one thing I learned in the pen is to have patience. – That’s good. Don’t make a move until you’re sure. Let me see what I can do. The last thing we want to do
is start a fucking drug war. It’s bad for business. It’s bad for me, it’s bad for
you, it’s bad for all of us. We’ll lose money and I
don’t like to lose money. You understand me? (dramatic music) – Look I appreciate you coming over. We called you, you came
over, appreciate it. You took the time, I
didn’t want to bother you. I didn’t have no other choice. – Don’t worry, don’t fucking worry. I’m glad you called me
before it got out of hand. Give me until tomorrow
afternoon to see what I can do. When I know, you’ll know. (phone ringing) – Hello? – [Patrick] What’s up, druggie? It’s Patrick. – Hey, what’s up? – [Patrick] What the fuck are
you doing asleep at this hour? – I had to pop a Valium. Two pigs came over and asked
me all sorts of questions. – [Patrick] What kind of questions? – Shit, you know, shit about the murders. – [Patrick] And what the
fuck did you tell them? – I just played as stupid as I could. – [Patrick] I bet that was hard for you. – Look are you going to keep talking shit or do you want me to
tell you what happened? – [Patrick] Well what the
fuck did you tell them? – I didn’t tell them
any names, I told them it was some brothers from San Francisco. – [Patrick] Did they buy it? – Hell yeah they bought it. Bitch even gave me her card and told me to give her a call if I
found out anything else. I didn’t want to tell them anything else until I talked to you first. – [Patrick] That’s good. Well speaking of these blacks, I want you to set up a buy for us with one of their dealers. It’s got to be a black dude though. – I don’t know if I can do that. – [Patrick] Don’t bullshit me. I know you get your E
for your little parties from one of them. – That’s not the point. Point is I don’t know
if he would do business with someone he doesn’t know. – [Patrick] Well you ain’t
got to worry about that shit, motherfucker, you
just better make it happen. Shit you could tell them
that you’re going to be there that way if anything happens,
it will be on your head. Tell them we’re some rich pussy white guys from the suburbs that
just want to get some E for their little get together. – Wait, wait, wait, I don’t
want to be in that situation. I thought we agreed that
I didn’t have to do that. All you said that I had
to do was set up the buy and that’s it. – [Patrick] I don’t give
a fuck what I told you, things are different, all right? You’re going to do what I tell you to do and you’re going to like it. You get all this shit and you can keep whatever the nigger has too. Quit being a pussy, all right? Me and Scott are going to take
care of that motherfucker. – Fuck, when do you want to do this? – [Patrick] Set it up for tomorrow, you dumb raver faggot pussy. – What’s up? Who is this? – What’s up, Trevaine? It’s me. – Oh what’s up, dawg? So what’s the word? – Just checking in. Wondered if you got any
more of them vitamins you hooked me up with a couple weeks ago? – Hell yeah. Why you out already? – Yeah, they only last me a week. – Well what took you so
long to get back to me? – Well I got some partners waiting. Some rich boys from Blackhawk. They’re dying to get the hook
up, if you know what I mean. – Oh, man, come on now
I told you I don’t like dealing with people I don’t even know. – I know what you said
but how are you going to get any new customers? These dudes want to buy
1,000 of them playboys. – Shit they’re willing to take 1,000? Did you give them a price? – I told them eight. – Oh that’s cool. I’ll let you keep two bones a
pop for hooking that deal up. You’re going to be there, right? – Yeah I’m going to be there. – Because I trust you, but
I don’t trust them other motherfuckers, especially them
pecker woods from the burbs. – Can we do this tomorrow? – Yeah that’s cool. What time are you talking about? – Shit I don’t know, 10:00? Is that too early for you? – No, that’s cool. As a matter of fact I’m
going to be at the studio. – Oh you’re still recording that album? – Hell yeah, I’m about halfway done. – That’s cool, what are you calling it? – The Trials And Tribulations
Of A Motherfucking Hustler. – Shit that sounds pretty fucking tight. So 10:00 tomorrow morning then? What studio? – B.P. Studios. – Is that the spot where
the dude yelled at me for smoking weed up in there? – Yeah that’s the one
and don’t be coming up in here smoking and shit. All the niggers still be mad about that. – It’s all good then,
I’ll see you at 10:00. – All right, call my
cell when you get there and I’m going to meet you outside. – All right, later. – I don’t give a shit what anyone says, these are worth the hour wait. – There’s about 5,000
calories in one of those. – You chicks and your fucking diets. Just eat and be happy, dammit. – You’re going to keep ranting
about those damn doughnuts or can we get back to the case? – What else is there to talk about? We keep repeating the same
things over and over again. We’ve gone over the files
forwards and backwards. We’re still waiting for the
S.F.P.D. to call us back today. Hopefully they’ll find out
something new about Jack Bryant. Your tipster is supposed to
call us with some more info as well. Other than that, all
we’ve got to do is sit on our ass and wait, and eat doughnuts. – I just thought of something
we haven’t done yet, why don’t we pay the Castros a visit? Shake them up a little bit. Show them that we’re watching them. We could ask them ourselves
how they feel about their boys being killed. – Can I finish my doughnut first? – [Announcer] The A’s beat
the Giants once again 7-3. – Fuck. Last year we choked in the World Series and now the A’s are the
best team in baseball again. – Didn’t I tell you not to interrupt me when I’m watching Sports Center? What the fuck is wrong with you? – Nigger please, you
better go somewhere else with that bullshit, you
bitter motherfucker. That’s why I’m the only
homebody you’ve got. – Let me ask you a question, Chris. You like making G’s,
fucking fine ass bitches, eating fucking lobster and having things? Do you? – For sure, why? – Because if you don’t
like the way I talk to you, then shut the fuck up,
nigger, and kick rocks. Get the fuck up out of my operation. – See, that’s what the
fuck I’m talking about with your mean old bitter ass. (phone ringing) – Make yourself useful and
answer the fucking phone. – Lazy ass nigger. Hello? – [Isaac] This is Isaac. – Oh what’s up, Isaac? – [Isaac] Put Darryl on the phone. – Oh that nigger’s in the
bathroom taking a shit. – [Isaac] Put him on the
phone now, it’s important. – Hold on a second. Hey he said it’s important. Better take this call. – Damn. What up, man? – [Isaac] I need to ask you something. – Holler at me. – [Isaac] What do you
know about some Mexicans getting killed in Oakland? – Just what I see on the news. – [Isaac] Are you sure
you’re telling me the truth? – Yeah, man, I don’t fuck
with them cats from the 510. I only deal with cats from
this side of the bay, you feel? What you hear? – [Isaac] They think
your boys did the killing and now they want to go to war. – Yeah? Well let them motherfuckers bring a war. This is Frisco and I ain’t
bowing down to nobody. On the reals, I ain’t got
nothing to do with this shit. I just got my mind on hustling, dawg. I ain’t even got no reason to
set some shit off like this. – [Isaac] What about Blackjack? Is that reason enough? – Fuck that little white boy. I heard he set that fool Castro up. That white boy had what
he had coming to him. He got what he deserved. But on the real, I got a little white kid working for me already. – [Isaac] That’s what I needed to hear. I’ll see you soon. – All right, dawg. – [Isaac] All right. – Thanks for the call. (dramatic music) – What’s up? It’s me, I just pulled up. (dramatic music) All right. He will be right out. – Hey this son of a bitch have a gun? – Did you ever meet a
drug dealer that doesn’t? – Keep being a smart ass, motherfucker, I’ll dump your body right
next to the nigger’s. (laughing) – Here he comes. (dramatic music) – What’s up, T? – What’s up, bud? – These are the racist
white boys I told you about. – Racist? I thought you said they was pussy. – You called us pussies,
you fucking dope fiend? (laughing) – What’s up, bud? I’m Trevaine. – [Patrick] Patrick, this is Scott. – What’s up, dawg? Y’all ready to do this? – [Patrick] Yeah but we ain’t going to do this shit out in the open, are we? – Hell no we ain’t. – [Patrick] Want us to come
up for a minute or what? – No that’s my recording studio. I only do my rap shit up in here. But we can smash around
the corner real quick and handle this but hold on, first of all, I don’t even know y’all motherfuckers. Y’all lift up your
shirts for me real quick? – Lift up our shirts? – Man no offense, I don’t even know y’all. I’m just trying to make
sure y’all ain’t 5-0. – All right, all right. – Okay, okay. You too, nigger. – What? Hold long have we been doing business for? What’s wrong with you? – I don’t trust nobody but
my mama, lift your shit up. Okay cool. (dramatic music) – I spoke with my
connection in San Francisco. He assures me that these guys have nothing to do with it and this
just isn’t an assumption. He actually spoke with
them, this man is very well respected in their eyes. – Yeah but how well do you know this guy? – Oh shit, man, Isaac, we go way back. We spent time at Quintin together. He was my crime partner. If he said it ain’t so, it ain’t so. It looks like somebody
is trying to set them up and then set you guys up too. That’s why we have to get
to the bottom of this. – Raul. We’ve gone over this over and over again. Everything points to these Frisco guys. I mean we don’t even know
who else it could be. Blackjack didn’t even have a family. – Hold up, hold up,
hold up, I just thought of somebody who might be able
to answer some shit for us. – Who’s that? – That dope fiend that Carlos
sold his last batch to. Right before I was going to meet him, when he called me to
bring him the other pound he said he just got rid of
his last two ounces to him. – You know this guy? – Yeah. I say we pay his ass a visit. (knocks at door) – Hey can you get that? (dramatic music) – Hey so can we see the X
before we buy it or what? – For sure, these are
butterflies right here. (dramatic music) That’s better than the
shit you got last time. – Hey, man, check this
shit, see if it’s good. I trust your judgement,
you fucking dope fiend. What? – [Man] That shit’s on hit, man. – I told you, nigger, I got
the best shit in the bay area. Can’t nobody fuck with my shit. – Said there’s 1,000 there? – Man ain’t that what the
fuck you told me to bring? – Are you sure? – Are y’all done playing
with my merchandise or what? Y’all ready to pay? – Yeah we’ll take these. – Where is the money at? – Scott hand him the money,
it’s in the glove box. (dramatic music) Here you go. (gunshot) Get this motherfucker out of here. Get his drugs and shit. ♫ I’ll be crashing through the window ♫ With a .30 carbine ♫ Hunt around cliffs with an M-16 ♫ I’m hearing screams ♫ From them hollow-point tips ♫ Ripping out the bang, bang ♫ Both of your ribs ♫ I’m fucking pissed ♫ Cannot stop this rage ♫ You released the heat ♫ From out the dark room cage ♫ Now get slain ♫ Better grab your .9 ♫ I’m quick to lock you in the trunk ♫ And burn you alive with no remorse ♫ Shut your bitch ass up ♫ Crime to a killer, praying for luck ♫ You’re fucked, I’ve been labeled savage ♫ Smoke until the clip’s gone ♫ And you’re done with a hatchet ♫ – Do you even have a warrant? – We don’t need a warrant, he’s on parole. Besides, he let us in. – It’s okay, you don’t have
to say nothing to them. – It’s all right. I got nothing to hide. – So what’s he, your fucking lawyer? – That’s just my uncle. He just hates pigs. – Do you want to do
this here or do you want to do this downtown? – If they’re not under arrest, then there’s no reason to go downtown. You’re just harassing people. – It’s all right. What do both of you want? – We just want to know how you feel about your boy’s murders. – That’s a stupid question. How the hell do you think I feel? I feel like crap about it, we all do. – You’re not getting ready
to retaliate, are you? – Yeah retaliate how? We don’t even know who did it. Even if I did, that would be
the police’s job to do that. I’ve been clean for two years now. Especially this last week. Here you are harassing me in my own home. – Don’t bullshit me. Maybe you don’t know anything
about Jack Bryant’s murder. I don’t think you would
be stupid enough to do something so close after
getting out of jail. I think you know something
about your friend’s killings. – We just want to make sure
you keep your nose clean, I’m sure you would hate to go
back to San Quintin so soon. Why don’t you tell us
something you’ve heard? Something that just might
make our job easier? – Didn’t I just say that
I don’t know anything? I’m just as baffled as you. Nobody seems to know anything. That’s all I know. – You’re really laying it on thick with the innocent act, aren’t you? We know everybody in here
is a drug dealer except us two and your uncle, and
even he looks like one. – I really don’t give
a damn what you think. – Just wore out your welcome, pigs. Get the fuck out of here. – Don’t bother yourself. Thanks for your hospitality, Sal. – Just make sure you continue
being a model citizen. (door slams) ♫ I’m master 6 9 cool ♫ Old school head turner ♫ I ain’t fucking with
no Pokemon rice burner ♫ Doing side shows ♫ You bang po-po’s with no delay ♫ Smoking the folks just
chilling on the freeway ♫ Smiling through the
bay area out of control ♫ Always hustling, never fucking with ♫ – What’s up? – What’s up, China man? – [Chino] What’s up, brothers? – Get rid of that shit? – [Chino] Yeah I got rid of
that shit all last night. Been trying to reach you all morning. – Yeah I turned my phone off, dawg. Too many damn tweekers calling me. Sorry. – [Chino] You know what
happened to Trevaine? – No. – What the fuck are you talking about? – [Chino] He got blasted. – Nigger what? – Yeah somebody blasted
him, cleaned him out, and left him for dead,
and took all of his shit. – Damn. – What the fuck? – What do you think, those
motherfucking Mexicans? – Who else? – Damn. – You know what? I’m really feeling to hurt somebody. I’m feeling to go get
my .9’s and I’m going to hurt somebody. I’m going to call up Isaac. I’m going to holler at you, China man. All right, Chino. – All right. – All right. (engine starts) ♫ With these rhymes ♫ Every dark room dope pays me ♫ Smashing on the freeway ♫ Fake a race sideways ♫ Psycho side show ♫ – What the fuck do you
mean you changed your mind? – Dude I mean I changed my mind. I’m tired of dicking around
with all this bullshit. I want to be the one to kill
that motherfucker myself. It’s the only thing that’s
going to satisfy me right now. – Hello where’s my fucking X? – What, you made us
kill those two Mexicans and that black guy when we could have just killed Sal in the first place? – Dude is it my fault the
Mexicans are too stupid to realize it was the
blacks that were doing it? – Dude can I get my fucking X? – Well, dude, just wait. Give him a fucking minute. We just killed that black guy. I’m pretty sure they’ll
retaliate and kill Sal any way. – Where’s my fucking pills, all right? – Dude would you shut the fuck up? Nobody is listening to you. Can you not see that I’m
arguing here with my brother? – Just give me my shit and I’ll
leave you alone, all right? – Dude I’ll give you your
shit when we’re done. I can’t have you out there rolling on E when we still have stuff to do. – What the fuck do you mean? I did my part, where’s my shit? – Look I need you to do
one more thing for me and then I’ll give you your shit. Everything we find on that Mexican, I’ll give you all the shit. I don’t care if it’s 10 pounds, 20 pounds, 30 pounds of dope, I don’t give a shit, you can have all of it. – All of it? – Yes, dude, all of it, I don’t care. – Wait a second, I don’t know about this. – What is there to know about? Is this not what we’ve been waiting for, for the last two years? For that motherfucker to pay
for what he did with his life. – Well what’s your plan? You’ve got to have a plan. (sighing) – You find out where
Castro’s going to be tonight or find out where he’s
going to be tomorrow. You can buy some dope from him. He’s bought dope from him before. You can set up some sort of a large buy then that will be it, it
will be all over after that. – I can do that. – Then what, how are we
going to get away with it? – That will be easy. After it’s all over,
the pigs and the Castros are going to think it’s the blacks. Retaliation for killing
that gangster rapper dope dealing motherfucker. – How do we know if we
can trust this asshole? – What? – He’s come through for us so far. If not, we’ll just kill him. – I can do it, I can do it, all right? – You should have kicked them out as soon as they started
talking some bullshit. – Why? We’ve got nothing to hide. We really don’t know nothing. – Don’t worry, you didn’t
say anything incriminating. I got the best fucking lawyers. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt
to give them a call. – I really appreciate the offer. But if we need them, I’d be very grateful but for now we’re okay. – Now those fucking cops
are going to be all over us, watching our every move,
and we still don’t know who the fuck killed Ray and Carlos. (phone ringing) – Hello? – [Isaac] This is Isaac. – [Raul] Oh what’s up? What’s going on? – [Isaac] I got my boys
blowing up my phone over here yelling about Castro killing
one of their partners. – Is that right? When did this happen? – [Isaac] Earlier this morning. – Check this out, Isaac. – [Isaac] I’m all ears. – I’ve been with them all
morning and we haven’t even left Oakland. – [Isaac] Is that your word? – You know me, I give you my word. Just like your word
was good enough for me, my word should be good enough for you. – [Isaac] It is, so what can
we do about the situation? – Look that right there
shows me that this thing is bigger than we both thought. Looks like someone has
it out for all of us. We need to have a face-to-face. – [Isaac] I agree, you want to meet there? – No, things are a little
hot for us right now. Let’s meet at a mutual location. – [Isaac] All right. – Do you know the Marina very well? – [Isaac] Yeah. – Let’s meet at the lot
next to El Torito’s. – [Isaac] All right. – Is that okay? – [Isaac] Yeah. – Do you know where that’s at? – [Isaac] Yeah I know where it’s at. – Is an hour all right? – [Isaac] Yeah, I believe
I can arrange that. – All right we’ll see you in an hour. Well it looks like those
Frisco boys just had their first victim. – What? – Someone took out one of their crew. – And they think it’s us, right? Just like we thought it was them. – So they want us to meet them in an hour? – Unless you object to that. – [Bruin] Around what
time did they place it? Okay would you do me a favor
and fax that info over to me? Well then you for keeping us posted. I’ll update you as soon
as I find anything out. Okay, you too. That was Frisco P.D. They just had a murder that
could be connected to our case. A Trevaine Williams
was found shot to death in the Fillmore district
in an apparent drug related robbery. – How is he connected to our case? – Apparently Mr. Williams
was a known associate of our Jack Bryant. – They were partners? – According to their robbery
and homicide division. – So it was the Castros. – Impossible. Forensics places the
murder at the same time we were at the Castro’s. – Are you telling me that
the “reformed criminal” was actually telling the truth? – Sure looks that way. (upbeat music) – Where the fuck are they at? (upbeat music) – [Raul] Is that them? (upbeat music) – [Isaac] What’s up? (laughing) – How have you been? – Good, man, good. Did you have a hard time
convincing them to come? – Yeah, they understand how it is. They took my word for it. – Well let’s meet your boys. – Raul this is Darryl. This is Chris. This is Chino. – Isaac this is Sal. This is Richard. This is Nick. Well here’s the story from our side. Y’all know Sal, he just
got out of Quintin. He took out your boy Jack,
but it was well deserved. – It was all good from our end. I understand that. – Yeah, and right after
that, two of our boys got gunned down. – I guarantee you I had
nothing to do with that. Why would I do some stupid shit like that? – [Sal] Look our first
reaction was to think you guys were involved. But cooler heads prevailed. We could see that it was a setup. Why would we start a war without proof? – No, I know what happened with y’all boys and I understand that y’all
might have thought it was us. I instantly thought
something happened with y’all when it was one of our
boys that got gunned down this morning. So me, my boy Chino, and
Chris we did a little poking around and we
found out that these cats was supposed to be
meeting with our boy with some dope fiend in front of his studio. Then they find him a couple blocks down dead with a hole in his chest. Thus we’re here now. – You know who it was they
were supposed to meet? – [Darryl] I don’t know who it was. He was selling to me, I
bought 1,000 hits of it or so. Know anything about that? – Sort of. The last conversation I
had with my boy Carlos, he had just hooked up with some dope fiend and I know who that fool is. He’s a little club supplier. He buys a lot of C.R.
and he buys a lot of X. But not from us, we don’t
mess with that shit. – Sounds like a solid link to me. (upbeat music) – [Nick] Hey, get up. You know who we are? – Yeah. – We’re going to ask you some questions. If I even think you’re lying to us, I’m going to blow your fucking face through the back of your
head and all over that wall. – It wasn’t my fault, I swear to God. – What the fuck? – I was just doing what they told me. They were going to kill
me if I didn’t help them. – Who’s “they?” – They’ll kill me. – Motherfucker, we’ll kill you. – You better start talking, nigger. – There’s two white boys. Two white guys. Remember Joe? Joe Conner and his brothers. They wanted to kill Sal for payback from him killing Joe two years ago. They wanted to get your boys
for Jack working for you. – How do you know so much about all this? – They like to talk, that’s all they do. They made me set you guys up. – What? – They made me do it. They said they’re going
to kill me or turn me into the cops, two cops came
here and questioned me. – What cops? – Two asshole cops, Bruin and Kelly. I thought the white boys sent them. All they wanted was some info though. I told them I didn’t know shit. – You’re lying, what did you tell them? – I didn’t say anything. – I’m not going to ask you again, punk. – All right, okay. I told them some black guys did it. – I can’t believe this shit. You bitch ass motherfucker. Pop a cap in his ass. – No, wait, I can help you. – You fucking bitch. – You can help us? How can you help us? – The white boys, they
wanted me to set you up. They want to get you tonight. – What do you mean they
want to get me tonight? – They wanted me to set up a buy with you. They wanted me to pretend
that I was going to get some dope from you,
then they were going to kill you and whoever was with you. – [Sal] What? Listen to me, fag, this is
what you’re going to do. You call them white boys and
tell them it’s all set up for tomorrow morning. First thing in the morning
in the alley behind the Gray Plate, tell them
it will be me and Richard. That way they think they’re
going to get two Castros at the same time. Then you’re going to call the detectives and tell them that you
know who the killers are. Tell them you want full
immunity and they’ll give you whatever the hell you want. – What do you want me to tell them? You want me to tell them that I set up a dope buy for the white boys to kill you? – No, you stupid idiot. You think I want to go back
to prison for selling dope? You’re going to tell
them that the white boys wanted to kill me, and the
reason that I’m meeting with you is because you
had the info on my boys’ murders, the cops will
buy that in a second. Do you understand? – Yeah. – Someone get this fool a phone. – So you said behind
the Gray Plate, right? Why not just meet him at his place? You know what? You may have just saved your ass, but you’re going to go
to hell for what you did. We’ll do our best. Just be there in the morning, scumbag, we’ll take care of the rest. You’re not going to believe this. I can’t believe we didn’t
think of it ourselves. You know Joe Conner’s brothers? – You mean the kid that
Sal Castro didn’t murder? – That’s the one. Well they’re the ones
that have been behind the murders to get to Castro. Now they’ve set up some
sort of meeting between that junkie and Sal Castro. But the Conners are planning
on being there to kill him. So we have to be there in the
alley behind the Gray Plate in the morning to stop them. – Jesus that was a mouthful. So you’re going to call
S.F.P.D. and fill them in? – Hell no, this is our case. I’ll call them after we make the arrests. Oh and I forget to mention, I had to grant the junkie full immunity. – So I guess the retard
doesn’t know you need something like that in writing, huh? (dramatic music) – All right, let’s go. (dramatic music) All right, you son of a
bitch, I’ve been waiting two years for this chance. – [Bruin] Freeze! Put the gun down! Put it down, put it down, buddy. Put it down. – Come on, man, put it down. – [Bruin] Put the gun down. – Put it down. – [Patrick] Fuck this. (gunshot) – [Scott] No! (gunshot) (dramatic music) – Ballistics matched all the bullets to Patrick Conner’s gun. So it looks like Sal Castro
was telling the truth the whole time. – I never doubted him. – You’re so full of shit. – I can’t believe you
kept your promise to that little dope fiend and gave him immunity. – What was I supposed to do? Little bastard taped our conversation and the D.A. okayed it. – So was S.F.P.D. pissed
that you didn’t let them in on the bust? – They were a little pissed,
but what were they going to do? It was our jurisdiction. – You shouldn’t have
burned bridges like that. We might need them some time later. – We’ll worry about that
bridge when we cross it. (upbeat music) (dramatic music) – Did you think we were just
going to let you walk away after what you did? (gunshot)

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