Snowfall

First, you out here gutting niggas

like you crazy, now you looking

to get any old body killed.

What are you thinking, Dijah?

I'm thinking about my daughter.

I had a long talk with Paul Davis today.

He wants to bring us in

on two commercial towers on Wilshire.

Did you ever think you'd be in the position

to give away a quarter million dollars?

You protect my family.

I promise.

This is only about exposing the CIA.

New munitions, new suppliers.

We are as committed as ever to winning this war.

You keep telling me what you need,

I'm gonna keep getting it for you.

Theodore, this is your father.

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

This is your fault.

Contra forces in the south have been pushed back.

Any word on that missing shipment of weapons?

I think I have to go down there. Panama.

Maybe Nicaragua. You take care of things

for me here until I get back.

Too many people know, Franklin.

I'm not moving to fucking Cuba, looking over my damn shoulder.

This is my fucking home!

You are killing us all.

Don't you see that?!

He's busy.

Too busy to see my fucking 911s?

Gustavo, call him.

Tell him this is extremely important.

Shit.

I mean, call him "Mr. X" all you want.

Y'all know that's Franklin Saint they writing about.

Once you start talking gangsters and the CIA,

that's Jim Jones territory right there.

Jim Jones? What that crazy fool got to do with drugs in L.A.?

Do you think one white man killed 100 poor Black niggas

down there by hisself?

That's the CIA, sure as shit.

-That's right. -That ain't no lie.

They cut us down in Jonestown and up here, too.

CIA, FBI, LAPD.

And they got some clubs so secret,

they ain't even got names for 'em.

-Cut 'em down like wheat. -You damn right. Hey, in 'Nam,

they was feeding them Black soldiers LSD like it was candy.

Talking about Franklin Saint's the problem,

when it's Uncle Sam.

And you know Uncle ain't gonna be happy with the Saint boy

-or that Chinee lady who done the writing. -Believe that.

You thinking about it wrong.

Nah. They say the CIA the plug.

It's only one way to think about it.

How you think Franklin keeps slipping out of trouble? Huh?

'Cause he dealing with the devil himself.

Well, on top of cheap cocaine,

the plug a Get Out of Jail Free card.

That's some walk-on-water stuff right there.

Yeah, for Saint, nigga.

They'll drown your dumb ass.

Who you think Alton Williams is?

The nigga they quoting in this article.

It's Franklin pops.

Franklin days as the CIA golden boy-- that's over.

We gonna take his place.

Man, you's a jive-ass, scheming motherfucker.

That's some real shit right there.

That's real?

Let me tell you what's real.

When the state gave you to that foster family,

and the father did what he did to you,

who made sure that motherfucker got what was coming to him? Me!

So, when I tell you that I'm gonna kill Leon and Franklin

for what they did to your baby,

and then take they plug and set us up for life,

I mean that.

And that's some real shit.

Come on, man. Let's go.

You really ain't know

there was a reporter sniffing around?

-No. -Your daddy sure as shit did.

Snitching-ass motherfucker.

I'll deal with Alton.

Not if the CIA deal with him first, right along with our ass.

What you want me to do,

-apologize again? -Yeah, nigga,

I want you to apologize.

I want you to get on your fucking knees.

Need to be begging for forgiveness, all the shit

you done put us through.

What's Reed saying?

-Franklin, where Reed at? -I-I don't know.

I ain't heard from him.

T-Tried him, but I ain't heard back.

-Yeah. -Oh, he gonna hang us out to dry.

Yeah, we gonna all go to the goddamn clink.

Look, everybody just calm down, all right?

The CIA need this shit squashed as bad as we do.

We ain't got to worry about this shit.

How the fuck we gonna believe you now? Huh, nephew?

Who's identified in this article?

Whose father they quoting?

I'm the one in trouble here,

not you.

And not you. But what do I get?

Concern?

An ounce of fucking compassion?

Nah.

I get,

"Franklin, what's gonna happen to me?"

Well, I'm gonna tell you what's nothing.

And why is that?

'Cause I'm gonna step in front of the bullet,

like I did with that Judas motherfucker Kevin,

like I did with that bitch-ass Andre,

and like I always have to keep y'all safe.

Now, if you got some constructive ideas

to help me get through this shit,

then I promise you, I'm listening, I promise.

But if not, if not, then please keep your heads down,

keep your mouths shut and let me get us out of this,

like I got us out of every other motherfucking thing else!

Peaches... let's roll.

So, I feel like this section,

you can get rid of these last two sentences

and move this paragraph up.

That's my transition from money to guns.

Well, you'll have to smooth it out, but it's repetitive,

and the quicker we get to the arms dealer,

the better, you know?

Sorry to interrupt.

I've got The Guardian on line two.

And also...

The Times sent this over.

-It's, uh, champagne. -It's Korbel.

Should I get us some glasses?

Uh, you should get us some coffee.

-Uh, what about the... -I'll call back.

That's five major papers and all three networks,

and it's not even noon.

Coffee. Coffee.

Okay.

Fucking smiley Jimmy Olsen.

Remember the first big story you were part of? Hmm?

How exciting that was?

I'll be excited when CIA officers are shitting themselves

on live television.

Well, I'm serious.

Hearings may never come.

For a while, this is as good as it's gonna get.

Wh-Why are you saying this?

Well, it's-it's not just papers and networks calling.

The White House and the Pentagon have both reached out.

This... Look, this is real.

And they are gonna come at us with everything they have.

Good. Means we're doing our job.

Uh, I don't see coffee.

Got another call.

Says he's Mr. X.

Line four.

Irene Abe.

Miss Abe, how you doing?

This is Franklin Saint.

I enjoyed your article.

Shame you only told half the story.

Interested in getting the rest?

Yes. I am.

I've done everything I can, ever since you first came to me,

but now I want your word my brother gonna be safe.

I want my money, and I want to get the fuck out of here.

You ain't got nothing to drink in this motherfucker?

-Some sweet tea or something? -You hear me?

Look, saying you done what I asked.

But if that was true, I'd have the plug, which I don't.

I-I told you when Franklin was going to meet him.

That y'all couldn't follow him ain't my fault.

So you saying it's mine?

I'm saying Franklin ain't stupid.

He gonna figure this out, and when he does, I'm a dead woman.

So you think Franklin the nigga you need to worry about?

-Okay. -You ain't never thought about

doing no redecorating up in here?

It feels tired.

Maybe move them busted-ass paintings out the way.

Oh, fuck, Drew!

Hey, look, I understand you're tired.

I feel that, 'cause I am, too.

But I'm done waiting.

So if I ain't got the plug by end of the week,

you and your brother dead.

God.

Sandinistas?

Uh...

Okay, okay, okay.

Mira, mira.

So, any word from our boy?