Snowfall

Great fucking plan.

I got that crazy motherfucker.

Shot him myself. You solid, Saint?

If he's dead, everything's fine.

Find Franklin Saint!

I'm-a stone his bitch ass.

I'm-a stone him till he a piece of shit on the concrete.

My name is Tony Marino. You're looking for me.

You think you know the story you're telling.

Who has the power to derail a DEA investigation,

then dissolve the murder charges

when the key witness is a federal agent?

-Is this real? Yes.

You called DFS on me?

To help us get Fuentes.

And why the DFS would help us?

I'm with the CIA,

which means that you are now, too.

The people who did this.

Did you get them?

They ask about you.

Cedro especially.

Toma. Whatever you need.

-What you want, Saint? -Skully.

He both our problem now.

You the reason why he coming after

me and mine in the first place.

-Is that fucking Leon? -Skully's people right there.

Oh, my God!

My baby!

-No! Let's fucking go, Lee!

MY baby!

Hey, give me your lighter.

Hey, Fatback, give me your lighter.

Hey, you done this shit before?

-Hell no, I ain't done this before.

Let's go.

-Hey, we gonna have to split up. -Man, hell no.

I just killed a fucking kid!

You got to get away from me.

This all I got.

Hey, look, I don't want your money, man.

Can't go back to the projects or anywhere else.

Less familiar the better. Hear me?

Hey, maybe that shit didn't wor...

Oh, shit!

Miss? Khadijah?

I'm going to ask you one more time.

Can you tell me anything about who did this?

-Help me find who did this to your kid. -Where's my baby?!

Baby?

My fucking baby.

Hospital security, requesting assistance

in the morgue.

-Sir. Sir, you can't be here. -Fuck off, man!

Whatever you done got yourself into,

don't bring that mess in here.

I need the shovel. It's not in the back.

You can go digging, but you ain't gonna find nothing.

What the hell you talking about?

There was 20 grand buried back there.

There was. Now there ain't.

It's gone?

All of it?

Damn, Mama, that was for emergencies and shit.

I got plenty of emergencies.

I got to pay for Cookie's dialysis.

Precious got bit by a Doberman.

Had to take her to the ER.

So don't "damn, Mama" me.

You ain't been around here in months.

I'm the only reason why you got this house in the first place.

You know I love you.

But I also love your brothers and sisters,

and they are here every night, so...

you can't stay here.

Just...

Here.

That's all I got.

You got someplace to go?

How you feeling?

You need to go...

before Skully see you.

I'll leave.

Soon as you tell me who killed my niece.

I know I ain't been perfect.

Might've been a little hard on you at times.

A little?

I didn't know what I was doing.

I was trying to raise the three of y'all.

Stuff was messed up, but I did my best.

Nigga, you shot up my fucking house.

I shot up the parking lot.

I knew you wasn't there.

What-the-fuck-ever.

At the end of the day, we still family.

You really think you 'bout to use my daughter's death as

-a Get Out of Jail Free card? -It ain't even like that.

Then shit, what's it like, Drew?

I said I wasn't perfect.

Okay.

You know Tianna so much, what's her middle name?

I shouldn't have came.

It's too soon, wound too fresh.

You ain't thinking straight.

Nigga, fuck you.

All right.

Her middle name was the same as Mama's.

Shante.

But you right-- I really didn't know her.

Always felt like I had time.

I know how bad you hurting right now.

I just want to make sure whoever did this

feeling that same pain.

Just let me help.

Man.

Colder than a penguin's pussy out here.

You ain't cold?

That must be some of that there terrycloth.

Man, I'm taking my ass to the shelter.

Night, y'all.

-Later. -All right, now.

Come on. Let's go.

Have some of that.

Got to get Peaches back in the mix soon as possible.

It's a bad time to lose muscle.

Well, we can push Little Rock back a few days if you want.

What?

Ah.

Well, this must be important.

My five-year-old niece was just murdered.

You know, me and my sister, we ain't that close no more

on account of my falling-out with Skully,

but it's funny how tragedy can bring families together.

I just came from the morgue.

She still had blood on her shirt.

Khadijah was right there when it happened.

Imagine that.

Her baby girl dying in her arms.

One thing about it, though--

she got a real good look at the shooter.

Want to guess who it was?

Daffy motherfucking Duck.

It was your boy...

Leon.

And when my people fucked up,

I made it right.

I brought the transgressors right to your doorstep.

I'm expecting that same courtesy.

Y'all have a blessed night.

How you want to play this, nephew?

Uh...

Mm, before we do anything, we got to know

what the cops know, right?

'Cause if this is true-- a dead five-year-old--

they're not gonna stop till they get somebody in custody.

Look, we did everything we could with Leon,

but you can't save people from themselves.

Yeah, but we the ones that fucked up with Manboy and Skully

to begin with-- you know that, right?

No, Leon been lighting his own fires

for the last three months.

If his ass had just fell in line,

he wouldn't be in this shit.

He turned his back on all of us, and for what?

As far as I'm concerned, this is a Leon problem.

Well, Manboy just made it all of our problem.

Look, way I see this,

we protect Leon, go to war...

or we give him up and prevent one.

Man, look, I know he your boy and all,

but... we go to war with Skully and Manboy,

we ain't gonna survive that.

You got to hand him over, Franklin.

I got to find him first.

911, what's your emergency?

Hello?

I think there's someone in my house.

What is your address?

2670 Monument Road, Los Angeles.

Gustavo. What the fuck are you doing?!

¿Verdad, Carlito?

A story for you, Carlito?

Take them back to my bedroom, you all can sleep there tonight.

Good night, Uncle Oso.

Tío Gustavo's leaving.

-Go to sleep. Good night.

What happened to needing to stay away from them?

Uh...

I missed them.

And I missed you, too, Xiapita.

You drunken asshole, it is not fair to them.

Yeah, you're right.

Uh...

Just...

Stop.

Don't. Give me five minutes.

-Ay, ay, ay... -Gustavo.

Ya.

Give me, give me five minutes.