Unsolved: The Murders of Tupac and The Notorious B.I.G.

Previously on "Unsolved"...

Biggie was 24 when he was killed.

- Tupac was 25. - Kids man.

It's been almost ten years.

RHD investigated it, led by Russell Poole.

You know anything about him?

I know that he thought the cops

- might have been involved. - Who is he?

Kevin Gaines, and he's one of ours too.

If Gaines is as shady as you think,

then it's up to IA to do something about it.

So we're just back in the rotation?

No, you're back up. Christopher Wallace.

That's our reward? We get Biggie?

- Biggie? - Mm-hmm.

I want you to join me.

Got the green light to go outside the LAPD

for the task force.

Feds, Compton, whoever we need.

We at least need to consult Vegas PD.

- Vegas? - There is a very real

possibility that the murder of Biggie Smalls

is directly related to the murder of Tupac.

Latest tip we've got actually points to a Crip.

Keefe D.

Keefe's got a nephew, guy named Orlando Anderson.

Might be the guy that killed Tupac.

Maybe we should take that trip

up to Vegas after all, huh?

Death Row is a way of life.

It's an all-the-time 24/7 thing.

Ain't nobody gonna change that.

Blood in, blood out.

- Su-Woo! - High rulers.

- High niggas. - On Blood.

- Man, fuck yeah. - It's important, right?

- Su-Woo. - Just like that.

Learned from the best.

Learned from the best now?

I know you were talking about me.

That chain will look real good on my dog.

[DJ QUIK'S "BORN AND RAISED IN COMPTON"]

What you say, you little mark ass bitch?

Come on, Blood. Get out the way.

Come on. Come on, Blood.

- You little punk ass nigga. - Shit.

- Do shit, man. - What's wrong? What's wrong?

Yeah!

Hey.

Oh, God damn it.

No, no, no, no, I understand.

I just wish there was, uh...

I wish there was something.

Mm-hmm.

No, I know that.

I know that no news is good news.

Okay.

Well, just keep me updated.

All right. Thank you.

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LAPD tip line, how may I help you?

This is chaos.

Grace, is this a fallout from "America's Most Wanted"?

Biggie was a smash last night.

And we get all the tips?

That is so wonderful.

Plenty of people for you guys to call back.

Take your pick.

- I like your tie, Russ. - Hm?

Thanks.

- Russ? - What?

Lieutenant, uh, can we get a word?

Yeah. Hey, thank you.

Come on.

We need to get to Vegas.

No, you need to help answer

all the calls that are coming in.

You're the lead detectives on this case.

Which means we should not be

the ones chasing the bullshit tips.

Sir, if we could get to Vegas...

Jesus Christ.

How many times do I have to tell you guys?

You're working the Biggie case.

Not the Tupack case.

It's, uh... it's Tupac, sir.

- Pac. - What about Keefe D?

We're still trying to verify his alibi.

- He says he was in the garage... - Keefe D is not our guy.

You keep telling me that, but you don't have anyone better.

Until you do, I suggest you weigh your options.

We don't have a case against Keefe.

If we did, we'd charge him, sir.

- He's right, Lieutenant. - The most interesting thing

- about Keefe is that... - Yeah, I know.

Is that he's related to a guy that may have shot Tupack...

- Tupac. - Says you. I know, so what?

I think Biggie's murder is related to Tupac's murder.

And if I'm right, maybe Vegas can tell us more.

Anything they can tell us will help us.

Unless LAPD wants "America's Most Wanted"

to solve all their cases from now on.

Well, at least he's not talking

about Kevin Gaines anymore, right?

Okay. I'll get Vegas signed off on.

And for now you help man on the phones.

Thank you, sir.

Miller, Miller, Miller, come here, come here, come here.

- I think I got something. - No shit?

"America's Most Wanted" caller came through

- with something rock solid. - What is it?

Get this. The shooter...

was Oprah.

- You're a dick. - It says ri... Oprah.

Ms... Ms. Winfrey if you're nasty.

Did you get her number?

- Morning, Brian. - Here you are.

Back on Federal property just like you wanted.

Yeah, well, commute still sucks.

- Dupers! - My man.

This is a nice car, Officer.

Somebody on this task force has to look good.

Hey, I thought that was me.

Come on, let's go meet my all-stars.

Here we go. Day one, boys.

Welcome everybody

to the Christopher Wallace Task Force.

Biggie Smalls, Notorious B.I.G.,

call him whatever the hell you want,

but this task force will solve his murder.

Now, each of you is gonna get a key to this office.

We are our own independent unit.

Nobody else gets past that door.

This man right here, this is Brian Tyndall,

- retired LAPD. - I'm not retired.

Oh, yeah. Sorry, I keep forgetting that.

Brian is gonna get us whatever we need.

He's gonna coordinate with the brass, okay?

- Brennan. - Call me Blondie.

- Blondie, what's up? - How are we supposed

to solve this thing when no one has?

Maybe it was solved, and the LAPD just doesn't

want to admit it because the department was involved.

Don't bring that Russell Poole nonsense in here.

It's conspiracy theory bullshit.

Says the cops.

Look, did you ever work LAPD?

- 'Cause I didn't. - Sorry, Compton PD.

So corrupt they shut the entire department down.

Hm?

- Come on. - I heard the FBI did it.

- Say what now? - Come on.

Feds been going after powerful black man since Hoover.

Then you went and took their paychecks, sister.

- Ooh. - I heard he's not even dead.

- What? - You didn't know?

Biggie and Tupac, chilling in Cuba.

Looks like you've been chilling in Cuba

with those flip-flops.

Look, it's been ten years.

That is a mountain of police work,

but when you start to dig into it,

it boils down to three workable theories.

- Dupers. - Theory number one:

Biggie was killed by Suge Knight and the Bloods.

Retaliation for Tupac.

Theory number two: Suge again,

only this time he worked with the LAPD

- to get his revenge. - Come on, cops didn't do this.

Not the LAPD, not the Compton PD,

- not the sheriff's department. - Every theory's true

until we prove otherwise, Tucker. Go ahead.

Last but not least, theory number three:

Biggie was killed by Southside Crips

over an unpaid debt.

Fine, you boiled it down.

Where the hell do we start?

The beginning. 1997.

Day one. First person that the LAPD looked into.

Southside Crip by the name of Duane Keith Davis.

AKA Keefe D.

He's where we start.

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That's Suge Knight.

That's Suge Knight.

Ho... yo, yo, yo.

- That's Tupac, bro. - What?

Yo, Tupac is here, bro.

No, no, no, Big Frank!

You're not standing there telling me

Mike is afraid of any man.

I'm not saying Mike is afraid of anything.

He should be fighting Lewis not Seldon.

- Mike will whup Lewis. - How you gonna...

Never underestimate a man wrongfully imprisoned.

It only makes him stronger, baby.

- Hey, Pac! - Yo.

Yo, what's wrong with you, man?

You can't be walking up on me, nigga.

You don't know me.