Deuces

A wise man once told me

when things are going great...

it's only a matter of time before they go bad.

Because when you're on top, there's only one way to go.

Down.

It's the law of the universe.

How the hell did I get here?

Oh, yeah.

Don't move.

Don't shoot. Don't shoot.

Hey, Jason Foster.

- Lieutenant. - Nice to meet you, finally.

- Nice to meet you, also. - Pleasure.

Please, have a seat.

I was, uh, looking over your resume

and it's quite impressive.

Just doing my job, Lieutenant.

Yeah.

You know, I watched your brother come up through the academy.

Some years ago. But, uh...

I like to think I was somewhat of a mentor to him.

Best cop in his class. Hands down.

You remind me of him.

Thank you.

But I'm still not sure why you brought me here.

I've been given the assignment to find someone outside of our department

to go undercover because we've been infiltrated in the past by this crew.

What crew was that?

Here are the elite.

They've been linked to eight homicides.

And a huge portion of the drug action in and around of downtown LA.

One, Peter Reed.

A.K.A. Pete Papers.

He's the wild card.

We traced his juvi record back to New York,

New Jersey and now here.

And two, Fidel Coles A.K.A. Face.

He's the muscle and probably the most dangerous in the fray.

And our ultimate target, golden boy himself, Stephen Brooks.

A.K.A. Deuces, A.K.A. 22, A.K.A. Two Guns.

He's the leader of this crew.

He's a very calculative man.

Yet at the same time, he seems to have his hands in everything from high grade

marijuana, meth, cocaine to extortion and murder.

He is not your average gang-affiliated banger

with red or blue rags hanging out of his back pocket.

This guy is a real trafficker.

He runs a bar as a cover.

He seems to be interested in real estate.

Okay? Infiltrating him has been like trying to catch the clap at a convent.

Fuck.

Shit.

As far as danger is concerned,

you can stamp these guys with a skull and crossbones.

Fuck y'all!

I'm asking you to come in and assist us in this sting operation.

Why me?

We ask you, Foster, why did you become a police officer?

- To protect and serve the people... - Spare me the bullshit, just...

talk to straight, why?

I always wanted to be a part of a brotherhood.

One day I'm gonna leave this earth and...

I just wanna be able to say I was a part of something meaningful.

Okay. Well, then I believe this is the perfect opportunity

for you to do just that.

Hey, your brother would be proud of this.

But... if you decide to do this,

it won't be an overnight sensation.

You'll have to be totally cut off from your old life.

Once you're in, you're no longer Jason Foster.

No family contact, no friends, no nothing.

You'll have to tell all your li'l chippies that you're joining the army or the navy

or the boy scouts, whatever.

But that life is over.

At least until your assignment is complete.

Is that clear?

Understood.

Girl, what are you doing?

Girl, what is wrong with you? I'm working.

Something you should be doing.

Oh, whatever. What are you doing tonight?

Probably nothing. A new scandal comes out, so I'm gonna stay at home.

Oh. Typical, boring.

Not even.

Well, you know, I'll be at somebody's happy hour,

- from 5:05. You should come. - Mm-mmm.

One sangria won't kill you. Hos love sangria?

Uh-uh. For one, I am not a ho.

And two, last time I drank with you, what happened?

It became 4:00 and I was sick for two days.

You know that was a year ago.

Yeah, no. I'm gonna pass.

Okay, well, I'll call you later. You finish slaving away.

Well, bye.

Crazy.

Man, where is it?

I told Papers I would give it to him as soon as I get it. I swear to God.

- You swear to God? You swear to God? - Swear to God!

God ain't got shit to do with the fucking money, bitch.

Okay. Okay!

Pick a knee, motherfucker.

On top of the fridge, man.

Ain't that a bitch? Lying on the Lord.

I wasn't even gonna kill your ass.

I never had much family or a loyal friend.

Where I come from, loyalty was but a commodity.

I knew Papers as he first came to our 'hood.

He was a wild young dude that used to get clowned for being so poor.

He used to sell stolen candy just so he could have lunch money.

Pete Papers...

ain't broke no more.

Hey, next time you try to kill me, nigga, let me make out a will first, all right?

- Goddamn. - Learn to steer your bike, bro.

Shit, we could do it again.

You don't want that.

Put somethin' on it.

Oh, well, let me see what I got? Oh. Wow.

Paper.

Yeah, pick that shit up. You know you're two months behind on your child support.

- Get the fuck out of here. - What up?

Shit, fucking with this weirdo ass nigga.

- Oh, yeah? - Hey, uh...

- Take care of that thing? - Of course.

Shit got kinda crazy, though. I had to take the guy out.

- What? - Yeah.

Yo, I didn't say you down him for that.

All you had to go do is discipline him and be out.

Look... Look, man, after I fucked him up,

I turned around to get the cash, the motherfucker whipped out the burner.

- I wasn't going for the shit, man. - I don't wanna hear that.

- Did anybody see you? - No, we good. Trust me.

You wanna bring heat to us? Come on, man, you gotta think.

You feel me? You gotta think.

What the fuck? For real?

Get the fuck out of here. You almost fucking killed me.

That homie stay wild in there.

See that shit, big homie. I almost maybe murt his ass.

What did I tell you about yankin' a burner out like that?

What did I do?

All right...

See, this is what I'm talkin' about, this is what...

Yo, man, Papers, hold this shit down, I'm out.

- Hold what down? - Hey...

You're gonna bring heat on us, man.

Summertime in LA, Deuce, it stay hot out here.

You'll like this kid. He's got a lot of good things goin' on.

His brother was one of the best I ever had.

Nice kid. Foster.

I want you to meet some people.

This is detective Solomon Garret.

Detective Sonny Diaz.

They'll be assisting with the case.

Any questions or concerns...

you can rely on them.

- It's nice to meet you. - Definitely.

Good to meet you guys.

Absolutely.

This ain't boot patrol.

You're in the big leagues now.

Yeah, I guess that's why they got me here.

You two are here for your experience.

Okay? Foster, they've worked many cases undercover

and I'm confident they'll provide a big help.

Solomon.

Counting on you to bring Foster through to the other side.

- Okay? - With pleasure, Lieutenant.

Take care.

So, did you go out with any of them?

- What you got? - Oh. I'd say it's obvious.

Oh.

Let me give you a hand with that.

- It's okay, no problem. - I got it.

- I got it. - Chivalry isn't dead.

Thank you.

You might wanna go over those figures again, though.

Interesting.

I'm sorry, I'm Stephen.

Janet.

- Nice to meet you. - Likewise.

So, do you work in the building?

Yeah, I'm the janitor.

I'm just... taking my lunch break.

Oh.

Very funny, uh...

Well, I appreciate that.

Prove it.

Excuse me.

Let me take you out.

I mean... you look like you like to eat.

- I mean, not like... - "Like to eat?"

- Wow! - I'm saying, hang on.

- I think you've got enough. - Come here.

Wait, what are you doing?

- Just hold on. - Uh-huh.

All right, there.

Connected forever.

- Really? - Can't get rid of me.

- Just make sure you call me. - Mm-hmm.

After putting in work over the years in these streets,

you begin to feel like you're constantly being watched.