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There he go.

- -

I want the motherfuckers who shot Louie as bad as you do.

-But we got to be smart. -You been wrong at every turn.

You gonna have to get that hate out your heart.

If it was me that got killed,

would you forgive?

I was born in the Crenshaw District.

I'm watching it change, almost by the day.

I don't understand why,

and I think you do.

We've got hard proof

of the players involved here, including

the real name and the alias

of the CIA officer at the...

at the heart of this thing.

He's what we call a hard target.

You ain't gonna ever really get

-the drop on him. We need to talk.

You had your chance to talk to me.

You chose a reporter instead.

I got Top Notch getting us fake passports.

No more drugs, no more violence, just us.

- The driver has been identified

as local news reporter Irene Abe,

formerly of theHerald Examiner.

What happened with Irene?

I didn't come here to talk about Irene.

What did you come here to talk about?

Ask you what we're gonna do about your father.

["Funky in Here" by Dayton Sidewinders playing]

Mr. Williams, thanks for joining us.

Want to tell me what this is all about?

This morning, Franklin refused to stand

and recite the Pledge of Allegiance.

When I asked him why, he wouldn't answer.

That's it?

That's what you called me down here for?

Well, I'll tell you right now: I told him not to. You dig?

-You told him... -Damn straight.

Boy don't want to salute a flag don't care nothing about him,

that's his right.

With all due respect,

Mr. Williams, it doesn't sound

like this was Franklin's decision at all.

Well, you don't have to worry about whose decision it was

one way or another,

'cause my boy no longer goes to school here.

Now, let's go, son.

Who the hell they think they are,

telling you what you can and cannot salute?

Motherfuckers done lost they mind.

Call themselves educators. They need to educate themselves

about the First Amendment before they come messing with me.

Speak your mind.

I don't want to leave school. All my friends are here.

Aw, don't worry about that.

You gonna make better friends at the new school.

Listen to me.

You're just a boy,

so I don't expect you to understand this.

But one day you'll be grown

and will have to decide for yourself

what it is you believe, how you want to live your life.

But whatever that is,

I want you to know,

I'm-a be proud of you.

I love you.

And your daddy will always have your back.

I just need to talk to him, Mama.

Five hours ago you didn't even want to see his face.

He tell you where he's staying, how to get ahold of him?

He's not gonna back down.

Especially if Reed killed that reporter.

That's exactly why I need to find him.

He told me if I left word for him at the shelter,

they'd find a way to reach him.

Hey. I know the pain Alton has caused you.

God knows I've had my fair share, but he loves you.

He's just trying to protect you.

I swear, we doing everything we can.

Look, I got everybody out there

looking for them niggas right now.

Ah, shit,

what the fuck, Skull? Come on, man.

Listen to me.

I wanna know where they at. Franklin.

His family. His partners.

Everybody that had a hand in my babies dying.

I don't give a fuck if it's his mama's house.

Show me something, or I'm-a start killing...

with you.

You really think Reed killed that reporter?

Last time we left here,

Miss Irene Abe died

-in a car accident. -

Wait a minute, brother.

-Irene Abe... -You near a radio?

-Uh-huh. Why? -Why the fuck do you think?!

I'll call you back.

- -What?

Listen, brother, only a fool would believe

that was some accident. After what we did?

The story she wrote?

This was no accident.

Irene Abe was murdered by the CIA.

Sing the truth, brother. Let 'em hear you.

Ain't even surprising. Been happening that way

ever since they brought us here in chains,

and if anybody don't believe it,

they ain't even asleep, they pretending to be asleep.

You can't wake them motherfuckers up.

Now, you know I'm right here with you, brother.

-Mm-hmm. -But there are some people out there saying to themselves,

"If he's so sure, why can't he prove it?"

Irene had the proof, brother.

That's why they killed her.

But see, she was trying to play by their rules.

But the thing about me, I don't respect their rules.

And I'm about to drop one on you.

He goes by the alias Reed Thompson.

I even know his real name, and I got pictures.

And I'm about to put that out in the public

so the world can see.

Then we gonna see what the CIA has to say about their boy.

How quick they turn his ass loose.

'Cause right now they bringing drugs and guns

in our neighborhood.

They got the kids killing each other.

They desecrating our communities,

and I'm sick of it!

Now, they done messed with the wrong Black man this time.

Y'all heard it here first. Be right back...

- -

Franklin. -

-Do something for you? Yeah.

Uh, I need you to get ahold of my father, Joe.

Well, I'm afraid he ain't here.

Oh, yeah, I-I know. I can see that.

I also know you can get in touch with him.

I need you to do that. Tell him I'm here.

Well, if your father wanted you to be in touch with him,

then I figure he might have told you himself.

Alton ever tell you how he funds this place?

No?

Eh, well, let me enlighten you.

All the good that you do here is thanks to

a healthy grant from the Franklin Saint Foundation.

Hi, I'm Franklin Saint.

Tell me where he's at,

I'll make sure that don't change.

All right, everybody listen up.

As of this moment, Edgewood Shelter

is closed until further notice.

-What? You can't do that. -Hey, back the fuck up, nigga.

This ain't a joke.

Everybody get the fuck out right now.

Ey, you heard the man!

Get your shit and get the fuck out!

Shit. Daddy, where are we supposed to go?

This is some bullshit, man.

It's not right. This ain't right.

Daddy, what happened?

This is cold-blooded. This is just temporary.

- -

Just give us some time...

You're a disgrace.

You know that?

As soon as I hear from Alton, you can open back up.

But until then, get the fuck out.

- -I got a place for you.

Where you been?

Doing what you asked. You paging me every ten minutes

-ain't helping. -He is threatening

to release my real name, Franklin.

And he's got pictures of me. You want to explain to me

-how the fuck that is possible? -I'm sure I don't know.

But like I said, I'm taking care of it.

-Like I said I would, huh? -No, no, no, no.

You had your chance. I gave you your chance.

And now I need you to tell me where he is.

When I know, Reed, you'll know.

If you are shining me on, I swear to God

I will lump you and the rest of your family

in with your father, and you will all fucking burn for this.

I thought part of being a CIA officer

was manipulating people to do what you want.

In which case you should know

that I don't respond well to threats.

- -

Ms. Saint, how you doing?

I'll be all right if you got what Alton ordered.

Everything he requested.

You know?

As far as I'm concerned, that man's a hero.

Not many got what it takes to sacrifice, you know?

Do the really hard thing.

Thank you, ma'am.

If you see him,

you give him my best.