Snowfall

Police have now released

the names and the pictures of the two suspects

wanted in connection with the Gardena shooting

that claimed six lives, including that

of little five-year-old Tianna Brown.

That's Leon Simmons there, and Thaddeus Barber,

aka Fatback.

I don't give a fuck what y'all got to do.

I want that motherfucker Leon dead.

-I need to plan ahead. -I catch a glimpse of anything

that looks like a finish line, I promise

you'll be the first one to know.

What if I double my footprint?

-We expanding past L.A. -Girl I grew up with,

they in Little Rock. We can start there.

What's in that needle gonna help push that shit out your body.

Stay with me, Lee.

We are drowning your brother in coke.

-Matt, stop doing cocaine. -He won't let me.

What happened to your brother?

I told you, he's... there's damage

to the lining of his aorta.

So what now?

A few more days and you run off?

What is so important that you can't clean up

your own goddamn mess?

McDonald.

Theodore, this is your father.

Sir?

How did you get this number?

I'm calling to tell you your brother's dead.

What?

Matthew's dead.

It was a heart attack.

Not that you couldn't have guessed that.

Okay... I can be on a flight first thing in the morning.

That won't be necessary.

I mean, I'm gonna come to my brother's funeral.

The funeral was yesterday.

Yesterday? So how long ago did...

Almost two weeks.

Two weeks...

and you're just now telling me?

You should be grateful that I contacted you at all.

This is your fault.

It should have been you.

I don't expect we'll need to speak again.

...in our land

found hatred and prejudice installed in social custom

and, yes, in law.

There's no story more heartening in our history

than the progress that we've made

toward the brotherhood of man that God intended for us.

You know, it's all good.

I can just head home, grab my key.

Damn, give me a second, nigga.

Where'd you learn how to pick locks? 'Nam?

Nah. You wanted some shit open in 'Nam, you just blew it up.

This, I learned in Chicago.

-Like that. -Mm. Boom.

All right.

After we do this deal...

then you'll come back here,

take all these keys to the stash house.

-Yep. -All right?

Yes, sir.

Easy.

There he is. -Detective Stern.

How's it going, Franklin?

Looks like you still got a pretty good limp there.

Yeah, don't get shot.

Yeah, good advice.

I'll have to keep that in mind.

It's a little early for a drink.

Y'all want to come back a little later?

-I'd be happy to hook it up. -Great.

If you bring your friend Leon to join us.

'Fraid I don't know who you mean.

No? Short guy.

Afro.

Kills kids.

Sorry.

This could be really easy on you.

You just tell me where he is, I'll leave you alone,

let you go about your day.

I'd help you out if I could, honestly,

but I don't know who you're talking about.

Oh, come...

Okay.

Hand over those keys.

Let me see what you got in the car.

Go ahead, give it to him.

Hmm.

You want to run us in for excessive bass?

I can take you in any time I want

for any reason I want.

A little girl is dead.

Somebody gonna have to pay for it.

I'll see you soon.

What's happening?

What's all that banging?

Y'all doing some redecorating?

Man, he think that ever since

he hung your boy up on that cross

God done had it out for us or something.

I fucked up, man.

And he gonna keep punishing us

and taking our people if I don't repent.

He back up on that sherm already, huh?

Nigga, I'm not high.

All right.

I'm telling you, man, we're being judged.

By forces that's not of this earth, man.

As you can see, this nigga ain't been no bit of help,

so what's up?

You got something for me?

I've been trying, Dij.

Ain't nobody seen Leon.

No one know where he at.

Man, if you was half as interested in finding Leon

as you are in finding Franklin's fucking plug,

you know I'd have that nigga head by now.

Hey, look, that ain't got nothing to do with this.

Tianna my blood, too. We'll make sure them niggas pay.

But you just got to be patient.

Both of y'all some sorry-ass motherfuckers.

How you holding up?

Losing my fucking mind.

What's going on out there?

Heat dying down?

Nah.

Got to give the cops something.

Get 'em off our backs,

murder off the board.

-I could do the stretch. -Nah.

I need you out and free to operate,

move rock in the projects.

So, what you saying?

Nah, fuck that.

Ain't got a choice.

I pulled the trigger.

He a soldier, Lee.

He'll understand.

The people I done before this had it coming, but this, Saint?

Accident.

That shit don't fucking matter.

-Of course it does. -No, the fuck it don't.

It does.

Because the truth of the matter is

they never should have had that girl in the car.

So it ain't on you.

This shit is on me.

Look...

We'll take care of his family,

make sure he's set when he gets out.

I promise.

But if you have any idea where Fatback's holed up at,

then I need to know.

Thought you said your girl was a shark?

No, what I said was she used to run shit.

Run shit into the goddamn ground.

Jerome. -What?

How we gonna set up a pipeline out here?

Come on. You'll see.

Overdressed like a motherfucker.

Egypt!

Oh, it's so good to see you, honey.

It's good to see you.

Ey, you must be Jerome.

So nice to meet you after all these years.

This my husband Johnny.

Welcome. Glad to know y'all.

And this my baby. Alisha, come here

-and meet your Auntie Louie. -Oh.

We known each other

-since we was your age. -Really?

Uh-huh. She a little shy.

Oh, she's a cutie-pie. Hi!

And you didn't tell me you was having another one.

What you mean? I ain't pregnant.

Oh, bitch!

-Should've seen your face! -Los Angeles

in the house.

Y'all the ones come out here to make us rich?

This Sharles.

He don't have much of what you might call a filter.

I ain't got much of anything, but...

-still fly. -Sharles,

carry them children on down to Mae's for a little bit now.

I ain't no damn babysitter.

Nigga, you sleeping on our couch.

You're whatever the hell I need you to be. Now go on.

Motherfucker.

Damn. Whatever y'all packing,

I need a taste when I get back.

Come on, children. Damn.

Girl, come on.