Snowfall

No! No!

I want that motherfucker Leon dead.

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

We need you to take the rap on this one, Fatback.

Franklin, did you post his bai?

No. No, no, no, no.

Well, if you didn't, who did?

We looked him in his face and told him everything

was gonna be all right!

You fucking full of shit!

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.

You're about to get these people

killed or make them into killers.

We got in this game to get rich, right?

The fuck else you need?

It's not just about what I need.

Reed Thompson is CIA.

Mean Franklin in his pocket.

Means we all in his pocket.

Should I tell them the shelter is being funded

by your son's drug money?

I've got proof of everything, Alton.

I've also got proof about who's really behind it.

Tell me what you know, and I'll spare your family.

And what'd you do with the bod?

Had Tanosse call it in.

Whoa, hold up. The cops was at the club?

She said the owner's out of town.

She just runs the place, don't know shit.

Which is pretty much close to the truth.

All them keys...

I'd moved them. Like I said I would.

-It's all good. -All good, except for Skully

dropping bodies outside my fucking club!

Just one body.

Hey.

Nobody wanted this to happen, but it worked.

Cops got they fall guy.

Tianna's murder's off the board. Heat coming off us.

Y'all got Little Rock going.

Leon's gonna restart the projects.

Get the money flowing in again, Lou.

Bring in new soldiers.

Protect what's ours.

Huh?

Yeah. All right, come on, we gonna be late.

Hey.

-Uh, you all right? -Fine.

Hey, no disrespect to your pops,

but I'm not exactly in a partying mood.

All right, man, I feel you. Hit you later.

All right.

-Congratulations! -Hey, congratulations, Pop!

Yeah!

Finally.

Yeah. Come here.

Don't just stand there. Come on.

-Congratulations, Pop. Come on in.

Thank you, son.

My God. Hey... Thank you.

Now, Mama tried her best. -Yes!

You know how that be working out.

Oh, she did all right, didn't she?

Mmm.

I'll get you a drink. Let me get you a drink.

You want a Hennessy? Franklin! Just water.

Franklin, that was not funny.

Franklin, would you stop that...

Thank you.

Alton and I used to talk about everything

when we first met. Hmm?

Uh, the Panther movement, of course.

Cop-watching in Oakland.

But also just life, death, God...

Even the Bible. -Ah...

Come, now. Don't nobody want to talk about the old days.

Sure, we do. Sure, we do.

Your father was an amateur Bible scholar.

He knew all the problems

of the Old and the New Testament,

especially the mistakes.

Mm-hmm. Drove my parents crazy.

-Mama would not have liked him one bit. Oh, no.

She would've pulled out her .38 and blasted his blasphemous ass.

I don't want to know

what your mama would've thought about me, then.

Sure don't.

Uh, we should, uh, make a toast.

-Oh. -A water toast to, um, the Bible breaker.

A revolutionary from the start.

We are all very proud of you.

-Uh, thank you. -We love you.

-To Alton. -Alton. Alton.

Good morning.

That's it. We're wheels up.

Yes, sir.

Drink?

You got anything else?

-Something stronger maybe? -Uh, I'm not sure.

Forget it.

What's going on?

Uh, breakfast will be served

in 30 minutes, but everyone needs to check in first

at the front desk. All right?

Ah. Wanda.

-Uh, how you doing? -Doing good.

Okay, well, you get a chance to look at the new job listings?

Gonna do that first thing.

Oh, come on. Don't wait, Wanda.

-Hey. -Hmm?

I asked around.

You're Franklin Saint's daddy, huh?

I am.

How do you know my son?

Oh, you know, just from the neighborhood.

Whose baby is that?

Oh, that's John Baxter's little girl.

Hey, hey.

Come on. Come here, sweetie.

It's okay. That's okay.

It's okay. Hey-- Uh, have you seen John Baxter?

-I'll go look for him. -Okay. Wait, wait, wait.

No, no. No.

Okay.

Let me see if I can find him.

Have you seen John Baxter?

Hey...

John Baxter?!

Oh, John-- Oh.

Man's got the Froze.

Run inside, tell them to call an ambulance.

-Shit. What's the matter?

I think we're being followed.

Think or you know?

I know.

How long?

A few miles back, at least.

They pros? -Don't think so.

Pull over. Let's find out.

-Hey, what you motherfuckers want?

Hold up.

Huh?

Already missed a drop. I don't want to miss another one.

You don't want to know who following us?

Dudes were Black, right?

-Yeah. -They probably been following us

since we left the club just now, yeah?

Probably. Right.

If they wanted to jack us, they would've tried.

Means they wanted to follow us,

like they know we was about to go meet the plug.

Let's go make this deal.

I'll worry about the rest of it after.

There was another addict who ran away.

Probably just another rockhead stealing whatever he could.

We're seeing more and more of them die like this.

The-the rock pushes its way through the weakened heart,

causing cardiac arrest.

That's the son?

Uh, yeah.

-Where's the mother? -Missing for over a month.

Also on the rock.

We can check our records, see if she's been picked up.

In any event, she won't likely be fit for custody.

What'll happen to them?

We'll search for relatives.

Meantime, Family and Children Services will look out for them.

-Temporary foster home. -And if you don't find relatives?

We'll look for permanent placement.

But they'll stay together?

For now.

Do you want to talk to the boy, or should I?

No, I'll, uh...

I'll tell him. Thank you.

You got to make the time, girl.

Hey. I mean, come on.

Shit changed since y'all left.

-You only got one family. -What are you talking about?

-Washers been broke for a while now. All right, come on.

-There's a lot more little homies around.

Niggas trying to eat any way they can, Lee.

Get your hands off of me.

Big Deon.

Fatback and him was cousins.

So you know he's been looking for you.

MAN Hey, Little Ron! Hey, don't get

my bike jacked, dude.

Fatback wasn't no gangsta, but he was a real one.

He took care of the homies, unlike your motherfucking ass.

That's why I came here to make shit right.

Do business. Just name your price.

Price?

You hear, cuh?

Nigga, you left mouths to feed and no bread.

Nigga, fuck you.

You feeling froggy?