Snowfall

Couple gangs at war.

Shit's getting uglier by the day.

There's things I can help you with and things I can't.

Pick a side-- Manboy or Skully.

We get one to set the other one up,

ambush 'em, disappear the bodies.

End this as quick as possible.

I need you with me, Lee.

I got these projects to manage.

I can't leave all that just to drive you around.

I'm good.

We're very sorry to hear about Chief Cala.

We had an arrangement with him.

No. You might have had

a deal, but it was not a fair one.

Cala thought it was pretty fair.

He didn't fully understand

the scope of the opportunity ahead

for Tijuana and its people.

Melody Wright, that girl you were looking for?

There are some questions that still need to be answered.

Why do you care about all this?

Tell me what really happened.

How you doing, T?

I never thought it'd be you in this game.

I didn't like the alternative-- their rules.

I'm-a kill every one of them Compton motherfuckers.

Let's roll, y'all.

It's time to show these motherfuckers what time it is.

Let's roll.

Until they're all the way in the warehouse, don't fucking move.

Yo, put that shit out.

You want 'em to see the smoke?

Shut up, man.

You need to calm the fuck down.

Nigga, I'm good!

He late.

He'll be here.

Any minute now.

You ready?

Uh-huh.

Just got to wait.

It's on.

Hey, what'd I tell you? Put that shit out.

The fuck you find bullets for that?

Fucking ammo store off Hindry.

Motherfucker charged me double for some old box

brought back from 'Nam.

Fuck it.

I ain't going in there holding my dick.

Ooh.

Doing that right now, dawg?

Got to be tuned in.

See the motherfucking signs.

You can see the signs without that shit.

There you go, right there.

The fuck?

-Stop the car. -What?

Stop the motherfucking car!

The fuck is that?

Skull?

Come on, get out.

Skull. Skull.

Hey, Skull.

You don't feel them fucking vibes?

Vibes? What vibes, man?

Fucking vibes, man!

Vibes? Nigga, what vibes?

-Motherfucking roaches! -Hey, Skully,

-what the fuck is you doing, homie? -Show me some more

-motherfucking roaches! -Easy. Easy, man.

-They're too far away. -Where you at?

Let me see some more roaches, motherfucker!

We good?

Show me some more roaches!

Don't fucking go yet!

-You all right? -You know how fucking lucky we are, huh?

-Where's Jerome? What happened?! -How do you know we weren't followed?

What a fucking mess! It was fucking crazy!

-Wh-Where's Jerome? -I-I think he's coming up...

You think?! Where the fuck is Jerome?!

My job was to protect Franklin.

I don't know what happened or what he saw,

but Skully got paranoid and fired a shot.

Come on!

As soon as he fired, shit went to hell.

We got a few of them, though.

But we got the fuck out of there before it was over.

-I don't think he's... Louie! Louie!

-Jerome! Okay! -We need help.

-Louie! -Jerome. Jerome!

-Okay, okay, okay... -I'm all right, baby,

I'm all right. Peaches got hit.

How bad is it?

Don't worry about it. It's just a through-and-through.

-Shit! -Here, take that.

I got a medic buddy. He'll take care of it.

What the fuck happened?

One of Manboy's fuckheads lost it, blew our cover.

Don't fucking go yet!

B-But you got Skully, though, right?

-I think Manboy got him. -Aah!

Manboy got a clean shot.

-S-So, did Skully get hit? -No, I don't think he got hit.

Well, did no one see Skully get fucking hit?!

I'm telling you, you got to talk to Manboy!

I already fucking paged him, okay?

If he made it.

Okay, until we know for sure,

we got to assume a few of his guys survived, right?

Including Skully.

That's why we got to go back down there right now.

Hit them again, don't even give them a chance to regroup.

You want to march down to the Bottoms looking like that?

I want to take whoever we got and we go back down there now.

-That's how this shit... -We don't got enough soldiers.

-And this ain't 'Nam, Peaches! -We're not going back there.

All right? Not right now.

Okay, Rob. Rob, um, uh, get Peaches patched up.

And then you go home and wait.

All right?

Jerome, Louie, come on.

Here. Take that. Come on, baby.

Shit. Hey, this one here.

Maybe we should go in, too.

I ain't going in there.

You all right?

Think so.

Shot one of them.

Watched him drop.

Got him in the head.

These people are dangerous.

They might know where we live.

-Oh, good God. -Look, think of it as a-a chance to change it up.

-Huh? Check into a nice hotel. -Oh, Jesus, Franklin.

-Are you serious? Change it up? -Ah, think of it

however you want, I don't know. But you can't stay here.

-How long? -I don't know.

Weeks.

Maybe more.

We didn't run the first time you came to us with this

and we ain't running now, not from nobody.

Y'all really trying to stay here

-in harm's way for what, stubborn fucking pride? You put us

in jeopardy, and you have the nerve to be angry with us?

I'm trying to help you.

They don't give a shit about us.

Running isn't an option.

Fix this.

I'm trying to.

But y'all not making this shit easy.

Oh, God.

Let me guess, they ain't leaving.

Let's get over to Opie's and figure it out from there.

Nah. I need to know about Skully.

Get me to a pay phone.

This is it.

Nothing else?

I told you, man, business is good.

What?

Franklin.

Fuck him.

Hey, why don't we just hit Franklin's plug?

-He not gonna stop you. -Nigga, I told you I don't want to do business

with those motherfuckers, all right?

Stop bringing that bullshit up!

All right, man.

Uh, I mean, my cousin Southpaw got a connect with the Mexicans.

-For that stepped-on yellow shit? -Hey, he make the call,

the shit might not be stepped on.

It's worth a try.

Hey, T. Uh...

Come on.

So sorry to bring this to you.

You know, it's just I don't know who made it out...

...if Skully alive.

I remember you was cool with them Inglewood folk

back in the day.

Yeah. Thought maybe, I don't know,

you could maybe ask around for me.

Asking around about Skully and them after this shit

-ain't exactly a good look for me, Franklin. -I know.

If there ain't a way to do it that keeps you clean,

then don't.

Cutter's baby mama dances at the Lucky Lounge.

I might be able to holler at her without it looking suspect.

-I'd appreciate that. -Mm-hmm.

Oh. I'm so fucking tired.

The adrenaline gone, and you crashing.

I should go.

Boy, you ain't going nowhere.

Just go ahead and rest.

Don't tell nobody I'm here.

Oh, my God. Fuck.

Morning.

You seen my pager?

It's been going off all morning.

Fuck.

Goddamn.

I don't suppose you heard back from your people yet?