Loco (2019) - full transcript
- Who did this?
Mikey, look,
Untie me.
- I need the formula.
I'm giving you five seconds.
- Don't, no matter what this
is, it's with me, right?
Not with her.
- Five.
- Listen.
- You don't get it!
He'll kill everyone I love.
- He'll fucking lie to you.
He'll fucking lie to you--
- Four.
- Put the fucking--
Son of a fuck!
God damn it!
- Three.
- What do you want me to do, man?
You want me to fucking write it down?
- Where is it?
- Please, please, just give come on,
just give me a chance, all right?
- Give you a chance, after
you tried to get me killed?
- Mikey, he lied to you.
Don't do this to me, please
help me, please don't do this.
- Where's the fucking notebook?
- Okay, okay, okay, hold on, hold on.
All right, it's...
It's five, four, uh...
Fuck you talking about?
- Just give me a fucking chance, man!
- One.
- Oh fuck.
It's nice to finally meet you.
I don't want trouble.
- Yeah see, I kind of do.
Is that a fucking real rooster, man?
Big daddy, cane.
You know you're you're you're
pretty little girlfriend?
You're not going to be
able to protect her.
I took care of that.
- Well, what do we have here?
- Hey, I'm all good guys, I'm all good.
Hey where are you going?
- I said I'm good.
- No, we heard you.
Come on, identification.
- Think I'm gonna throw this to DEA.
Let's take him downtown.
- All right.
- Can I go now or like?
- Oh, you're not going anywhere.
Aright, hand above your
head, hands above your head,
interlock your fingers, spread 'em!
- You got a weapon on you, son?
- No!
- Ah, what is this?
What do you suppose that is?
- Look, that's not mine.
The dude you just saw him--
- Oh, I guess I made a mistake, oops.
- Hands above your head!
Hands above your fucking head!
- And now you've got assaulting a cop.
Oops.
Guess I'm gonna take you in.
Right hand, thank you.
All right, left hand, thank you.
- You're a sick person!
- Oh, thank you very much.
You have the right to remain silent,
anything you say can and
will be held against you
in a court of law.
You got a right to an attorney.
You can't afford an attorney--
- Alex, honey, come on!
So how long did it take you this time?
- Two minutes
- Hm, that's not bad.
- Alex Chesler.
Born November 23, 1994.
Sun Valley, SPU High, top of class.
Attended UCLA at age 16.
- Baby, I got a note from your teacher.
- I swear I didn't do it.
- No, no, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay.
Just read it.
- I don't want to change class.
- It's where all the all
the smarter kids go, Alex.
- But I don't want to be a smarter kid.
Please don't make me, Mom.
- Okay, okay.
You'll stay with Mrs. Gustavo.
- Are you mad at me?
- Of course not.
You listen to me, no matter
what I love you, okay?
Why don't you go outside and
chase a bird or something?
I need some mommy time.
- Dropped out one year later.
No criminal records.
- You have nothing on me.
- Actually, Mr. Chesler, you
assaulted a police officer.
- I didn't touch him.
- Not according to his partner.
And you've got
Loco.
Kind of looks like bath salts, right?
I'm DEA, John Delaney.
I can make all this go away.
I help you, you help me.
Or I can give you a try
with the boys in blue.
- I'm in trouble with the Talome's people.
- Talome.
- If he finds me, I'm dead.
I'm gonna be okay.
- Whoa slick.
It's wrong, but slick.
- I have no idea what
you're talking about.
- Hey man, don't worry.
I haven't told anybody what you've done.
Smile for the camera.
- Shit.
- Yeah, you got two options here.
I could tell the owner and he's
he's a card carrying prick.
Or you can put the money
right back where you found.
- Prove it.
- That owner happens to be me.
You ever been in trouble
with the law, son?
- Look sir, I'm sorry.
- Sorry?
Hell, sorry never paid for a fucking bill.
You need work?
I need someone to deliver
some glass for me.
- What?
- I'll give you an extra a hundred
when you get back with it.
- Glass, what is this?
- It's a delivery.
You need money, right?
I mean, you're stealing
from my fucking waitresses--
- Delivering what?
This is longitude and latitude?
- Hey, you in or you out?
- Yo, you Alex?
- You Jason?
- Here, delivery bitch.
Don't break that shit.
- Do you know what all this is for?
- What, Lester ain't tell you?
- Lester?
- Here, put this on.
You want to make bread, right?
- With a blindfold?
- Man, if you don't put
the fucking blindfold--
- Dude, I'm sorry, I'm not gonna put a...
I just got...
I'm not doing this, man.
- Yo!
- What, what?
I'm not gonna put on a--
- You don't get it?
It's a fucking golden ticket, man.
Honestly, you fucking
look like you need one.
What's it gonna be?
Put the fucking blindfold on, man
and listen to what I say.
Put that in the fucking back.
- We done?
Thank you!
- All right, we're here.
- It's yeah, beautiful.
- Yeah, take the fucking blindfold off.
- Where are we?
- Lester's.
- Get out.
Can't believe Chef got me
driving you around anyway.
Like I'm some damn Lyft driver.
- Great, easy peasy, right?
Go drop that in the kitchen,
I'll be right there.
Come on.
Don't touch anything!
- I'll take that hundred now.
- All business, I like that.
Let me show you something.
- Is this the part where you kill me?
- Maybe.
It's just for protection.
- Sorry, I don't, I don't play with fire.
- Yeah, well me neither.
Fire's for amateurs.
So, this is where I do all my cooking.
You got your test tubes, you got your--
- Volumetric glass, porous silicate,
conical flasks.
You're a drug cook.
- That's very good.
I'm one of the best.
- I can't be here, I can't.
- Hey, you come this far.
It's not so bad.
- It is bad.
- Hey, you need a job, right?
This is me helping you out.
- I don't need that kind of help.
- It don't look that way to me.
- Don't lie to me, what's
your day job again?
- You get a day job when
you're not good at anything.
- Didn't you inherit
property from your mom?
- Yeah, that's all we had.
- Where is it?
- She was in the hospital
for a long ass time
and they kicked me out in a week.
Bank wants to break even, I guess.
- I can help with those.
- I know honey, I think I
just need a little more help
than math right now.
Okay.
- Don't worry about it, I got you.
- Hello.
- Nice to meet you too.
- Thank you.
- Don't thank me yet.
I saw you talking to Lester.
What were you guys talking about?
- I didn't know you knew him.
- You didn't answer my question.
What were you guys talking about?
- Nothing.
Don't you work here?
- I pick up shifts.
Lester doesn't just talk to anybody
and he doesn't do small talk.
- What's it to you?
- A job.
I think you should take it.
- Really?
Who made you my career counselor?
- Whatever he offered you, you need it.
I've seen you around here before
looking like a lost puppy.
Every single time, it's
kind of depressing.
- Why don't you work with him?
- I do.
- Hey.
- Hey, so you're in.
- Well, I mean, I didn't
bring a blindfold.
- So before we start, two rules.
Rule number one, if you
tell anyone what I'm about
to teach you, I'm going
to kill you, myself.
You got it?
- You don't have to worry
about me, man, I'm good.
I got it.
- Rule number two,
stay away from Lydia.
I need you to take this
seriously, not personally,
do you understand me?
- How do you know that--
- Do you understand me?
- Look who it is, delivery bitch.
- Alex, my name is Alex.
- Yo Skaggs, you sure
we can we trust fool?
- I don't know, Alex, can we trust you?
- Why do we even need him?
You were teachin' me how to cook.
- 'Cause last time I taught you a lesson
you nearly blew up the place, man.
- That was one time.
- You can't even cook eggs, bro.
- Jason, you distribute, right?
The more cooks, the more
product you guys have to sling.
It means more money for everybody, got it?
- Yeah, got it.
- But he looks like a fucking snitch.
You even got that snitch face.
- Snitch face?
- I'm sorry, bitch face.
How bout that?
- He's clean, trust me.
- We'll see then.
- All right, let's get started.
- Just us?
So you gonna break this down for me or?
- The kids call it Loco.
- What's that?
- This is the recipe.
This stays with me at all times.
Got it?
Wow.
You want to hear the kicker?
This beautiful baby is completely legal.
- Ain't no shit like it.
- How is that even remotely--
- Bath salt and other similar compounds,
they have qualities that
make them narcotics by law.
But a good cook is a scientist.
Certain chemical reactions
can change the composite
of a substance substantially,
even completely.
Make those chemicals undetectable,
yet adequately potent.
Even more so in our case.
- That's crazy.
- It's not crazy.
It's Loco.
Aw, shit.
Aye, Lydia, you got try this shit.
- No, I'm good.
- It's a good batch, just try it.
- I don't want to try it.
- Try it!
- I don't want to try it!
- Just take one hit, just fucking try it!
- Why are you so worried about what I do?
Why are you so pissed about me trying it?
- Hey guys, hey, hey, Jason,
watch your mouth, man.
Look, don't disrespect her, okay.
If she doesn't want to
do it, she doesn't do it.
- Fine.
Shut the fuck up, then.
- What about you, Alex?
A good cook always tastes his recipe.
- Oh, I'm good, I don't, I don't do drugs.
- I don't do drugs.
It's cool, though, get
the fuck outta here.
- If Lydia doesn't do it, why should I?
- Unlock it.
- You're not allowed to--
- Don't make me ask you again.
Is that the formula there?
- Are you not listening to my story?
- That Lydia?
- Yes.
- I don't have time for this shit.
What's the formula?
- It's complicated.
Page of fucking scribbles.
- And where's the notebook, huh?
I need to stop this prick.
You really want to help
a guy who takes advantage
of lost kids like you?
- He's not so bad.
- He's a fake, a con artist, a liar.
- You know him?
- Look, I've been on this case for months.
I'm this close, what's the formula?
- No, I cooked with Lester
like a handful of times.
You really think he'd let me
anywhere near that notebook?
- Where's the kitchen, then?
The den, where is it?
- You didn't have to
take that shit, you know.
- I didn't take shit.
There's wasn't enough
time to take fucking...
- Can you guys reel him
the fuck in, please?
- Yeah, hey.
- What's up, Chef?
- Hey, knock it off, knock it off.
Jason's going to take
you out in the field.
He's going to show you the
distribution side of things.
Okay?
- Right now?
- Yes, right now, come on, time is money.
Let's go, let's go!
- Let's go delivery bitch.
- I like that better than snitch face.
- I don't give a fuck.
- Where are we?
Have we been selling all night?
- Come on, you know, we
got to get that paper full.
We night hunt, Alex.
- Aw man, I haven't even
seen shit like this money.
- I know you haven't.
That's some real money.
- Jesus.
- She probably sold more than Loco.
- What?
- Don't worry about it.
- Oh Chef, see that?
Lydia had another big night!
Listen, if I had tits and ass like her,
I'd probably be selling--
- Enough is enough!
This is bullshit money.
This is kid stuff.
- Don't worry about me, I got it.
- Maybe if you stop using it
and you start fucking
selling it, I don't know,
you might make another enough--
- Maybe if you shut the fuck
up when you're not being--
- If you don't figure this out,
I'll figure it out for you.
You got it?
Get some sleep boys.
- Guess you did all right.
- Oh, all right?
You guess?
- I guess.
- I fucking know.
- So what's up, we hitting
the strip club, strip club?
Hitting the strip club?
Come on, stripper ass, come on baby.
I'm out.
- Bye!
Bitches here I come!
- Hey, do you want to grab some food?
Well, what do people
talk about besides eggs?
- I don't know.
You tell me, I'm not much of a sharer, so.
- What's your family like?
- I have a little brother
I'm taking care of, so.
That's all you got to know.
- And that led to Lester?
- Joey didn't lead to shit.
This is my decision, okay.
- Joey, sounds like a cute kid.
- He is.
We call him our Christmas miracle.
- He was born on Christmas?
- Yeah, it's cliche, right?
- No, it saves money on presents.
- Boom, exactly!
What about you?
What's your family like?
- My mom,
she died
a few weeks ago.
- What was she like?
- Selfless.
Encouraging.
Like, I was her only child,
so she always made sure I had everything.
I love her very much.
I found this.
This necklace,
the only thing left that was,
was ever really hers and me.
- What about your dad?
- I don't even remember.
Save it for another day.
- What?
I mean like--
- Please.
- Okay.
- It went on like that for a bit.
I need to make sure she's safe.
I'm not giving you shit until I know that.
- Good luck tonight.
- How much longer are you keeping me here?
- You still haven't told
me where the kitchen is.
- I don't know.
I went to this corner,
they blindfolded me,
I showed up at the house.
It's the same thing every time.
- We put them away you off the hook.
- Talome's still gonna
be after me and Lydia.
- That name again.
- You really haven't heard about this guy?
- He's a drug kingpin.
He's like the holy ghost of the streets.
People are fucking terrified of him.
And he runs everything.
He takes a cut of everything
from all the local businesses,
promising them protection.
All the drug dealers hate him.
They want them out and
some of them I've tried,
but he has eyes and ears
on every single corner.
- So why haven't the cops brought him down
if he's so everywhere?
- Because nobody knows what
the fuck he looks like.
He gets everyone else to
do his dirty work for him.
No one will ever turn him in.
No one will ever give him up.
He just destroys their lives.
And he doesn't come after you.
He goes after everyone you love.
- Who's this?
- Hi.
We're just finishing up
a little transaction.
Your stuff's in the car,
I'll talk to you later.
- Wait, what?
- I'll talk to you later.
- Okay.
Hey you, what's going on?
Who was that?
- No one don't walk so close to me.
- No, he's definitely somebody.
I saw him grab--
- We can't be seen together.
- What?
- What is so hard to comprehend, Alex?
We can't be seen together.
- So what am I just, just breakfast.
- What about it?
We're working together
to make money, that's it.
- Seriously?
Hey Chef!
What's cooking?
You know, 'cause.
What's up?
- You broke rule number two.
- Broke, I'm sorry, I didn't--
- Let me give them to you fresh, huh.
- Get off me!
- Stay away from Lydia.
- We just go to the diner, it's not--
- I don't need you to go near her, right.
I will destroy you, that is a promise.
- Look, it's not like--
- Shut up!
Now I see and I hear everything.
When you eat, I know when you
to sleep, I fucking know it.
I know everything.
I don't need you to go near her.
You're incredibly replaceable.
- This is textbook manipulation.
You're smart kid, you can see that?
- He's just protective
of Lydia, that's all.
- What about Jason?
Jason.
Talk.
- Get off me!
Get off me, get off!
- So I'm gonna ask you again,
where's your supplier?
- I told you, I bought it dickhead.
- Dickhead?
My name is Demetrius.
Now, you bought it from?
Silence?
This here, this little piggy right here,
went to the market.
You bought it from?
You're gonna spit on my
new shines, just like that?
- Fuck your shoes!
- Fuck my shoes.
Fuck my shoes.
I got a brand new shine, fuck my my shoes.
Hammer time.
I know.
Let me see this.
Dixie, hole that for me, would you?
This little piggy had roast, right?
Let me see.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Fuck you!
- Do me a favor, kiss this hammer.
Actually, fuck it.
Hammer mother fucking time!
- Lester, what are we going to do?
- Well, we've been lazy.
You couldn't count on him.
So fucking stupid.
That pig probably squealed.
- It's all you fucking care about.
Jason is dead!
- Clean him up, I can smell him from here.
- Go to hell.
- Go ahead, honey, where you gonna go?
Shut up, shut it!
- Where's Jason's body?
- No clue.
Not on the news either.
Aren't you guys supposed to be
all over that kind of thing?
- What's his full name?
- I don't know.
- Don't fuck with me.
- Look, we weren't buds.
He did his thing, I did mine.
- You can lie all you want,
it's not gonna save you.
- I don't know shit.
- And Lydia?
- Hey, what's up?
This is the batch?
What's wrong?
- I'm so stupid, I should've known.
- What are you talking about?
- She's working with Talome.
- You high?
Come on, she not--
- I'm not high.
You see, I'm thinking perfectly clear.
She bailed on us, now she's screwing us.
Hey, hey!
I don't know what's going on.
I mean quiet doesn't add up.
Maybe she's after the formula.
Did you give her the formula?
- Oh, you think I have
a photographic memory?
I mean, I can list off
the ingredients you want,
but it's this notebook that
makes Loco, okay, period.
- Answer the question.
Did you give her the formula?
- No.
- Well, you don't know what
this business does to a person.
Look, I just need you to follow her.
- You want me to stay away from her
and now you want me stalking her?
- Pay attention!
- I'm not doing that.
- Well, I guess all three
of us are going down.
Yeah.
Oh, he's good.
- What do you mean?
- Knowing you have a thing for Lydia.
He never stops.
- You got it all figured out.
- Trust me, he's got you wrapped
around his little finger.
Think about it.
He's brought you into a
dangerous and volatile business
when you were vulnerable and broke.
He knows you're hot for Lydia.
He convinces you she's lying,
the only person on earth
that you care about.
So all you have to rely upon his him.
Pure manipulation.
- Look like you need a friend.
- Lester know I been hanging out here?
- I mean, this place
might be his money front,
but I don't think he watches it 24/7.
And he didn't send me.
You know, a hi usually works too.
- Sorry, I just,
I can't stop thinking about
what they did to Jason.
It was just so vicious.
And then it's not even on TV.
It's like it never fucking happened.
- Yeah, I know.
- What are you doing here?
- It's cheap.
- So you still see Lester?
- Sometimes.
You?
- No.
Not if I can help it.
I'm done with everything.
Can't even fucking sleep.
Feel like I'm gonna be next.
- Yeah, it's that way for me too.
- Thanks for the shake.
- If you ever need anything.
I know.
- Whew, didn't realize this
was so touching, Romeo.
- Are we finished?
- Didn't expect to hear
a love story, that's all.
Lester, I imagine he's gonna gut you
as soon as he finds out.
- I'm just helping her.
- Helping her?
Is that what kids are
calling it these days?
- Okay, I don't know
what happened between you
and Lester, but I don't need
to be in the middle of it.
- It's too late.
- Does anyone know you're here?
- No.
- Good, so give it to me.
I'm gonna need to get more.
These little bags, bullshit.
- Well, it's not easy.
I'm doing what I can.
- You need to try harder.
You understand what the
fuck I'm telling you?
- Yeah.
- Good.
- Can we talk somewhere else?
- Enjoy the music.
- She meets with this guy
in the middle of the day.
Near the diner.
She always hands him a brown paper bag.
- What's in the bag?
- Loco.
- Not possible.
Where would she be getting it?
- Off the streets.
- No, the stuff we pushed,
it'd be sold by now.
It'd be used up.
- Her own stash?
- Keep on this.
Losing Jason and Lydia,
I've got to find some new distributors.
- I can do it if--
- No, no, no, it'll be handled.
You just keep digging deeper.
- Stay here.
Who's your favorite basketball player?
- My favorite basketball
player is Michael Jordan.
- Hey, do you want to go
for basketball real quick?
- Yeah.
- Okay, go ahead.
- So I'm starting to believe
that you are stalking me now.
- And if I was?
- What are you doing here, Alex?
- You mentioned this park
before and not to sell near
here, cause you, you take Joey.
- Oh, it's nice to know you pay attention.
- To you.
- I force him to come outside
so he can make friends.
- How's that going?
- Honestly,
it's not that good.
I mean, he's really stubborn.
He's too smart for his own good
so kids make fun of him
at school, call him weird,
stuff like that.
- Yeah, I used to get that all the time.
- You?
- Oh for sure, yeah.
There was a time when I was a real geek.
- Was?
- I was thinking though, we
should grab dinner later.
Talk about a weird I was.
the phone I got issues
I've had a thing for you for so long.
- Oh shut up.
- It's ridiculous.
- Shut up, you're lying.
- No, it's true.
- So then why didn't you say
anything to me before all this?
- I don't know.
You're, you're you, like look at you.
- What?
- Lydia.
- What does that even mean?
- I don't know.
Just always thought you were beautiful.
Fascinating.
I was right.
- I'm,
I'm not any of those things.
- You are to me.
- You don't even know me, Alex.
- Well, I know you love
your brother fiercely.
You passed up on some big
sister time to hang with me.
That's pretty cool in my book.
- Oh please, first of all,
I was just trying to clear my head.
- Oh, so that's what this was?
- Yeah, exactly.
- Served my purpose.
- Yeah.
No, I,
I do like you Alex.
It's just the people that I care about
don't really last.
As soon as I can
I'm getting Joey and
we're getting out of this
fucked up town.
One day.
- Let me help.
- You don't know what you're
talking about right now.
- I do.
the phone I got issues
- We call him our Christmas miracle.
- He was born on Christmas?
Yeah.
- No names.
What are you up to?
- Alex?
- Hey, what's up?
- Nothing, I was seeing where you went.
- Sorry, nature called.
- Did you put the toilet seat down?
- Duh!
My momma raised me right.
I know you're trying to get him out,
but whatever it is you're doing,
is it really the best way--
- I'm exploring all my
options, Alex, okay?
- What about the guy at the dinner?
- What about him?
He's nobody.
Why does it matter?
- No, it doesn't.
- Great, then we don't
have to talk about it.
- Okay.
I think it's dangerous to be bringing
one of Talome's guys through the diner.
- And what if he was?
With Talome, what would you say?
- Lester thinks Lydia's with Talome?
You think Lydia is playing both sides.
Meanwhile, you're spying behind her back
while you're practically inside
her, Jesus fucking Christ.
Tell me about the guy at the diner.
The one with Lydia.
Any tattoos?
Height, eye color?
- He was white.
He was like 5'11.
You know, I really didn't get to gaze
into his eyes there, John.
- Don't get smart.
- You think everything I
tell you is total bullshit
then why the hell are we still talking?
- So you looked through
her shit, then what?
- See you later with more.
- I suck at this, man.
- Open the door!
- Like bad.
- What are you doing here?
- Nothing I'm just, I'm just--
- Leave me alone, I never
want to see you again.
- Why?
- Just stop please!
- I'm trying to protect you.
- Trying to protect me?
Do you want to end up like Jason?
- You're right, I'm sorry.
I'll leave you alone.
- Good.
- Now get out of my face and
never see me again, got it?
- Got it.
Hey!
- Don't ask.
- What the hell is going on?
- You don't take direction that well.
- If you're in trouble, let me help you.
- Alex, I can't.
- Oh yeah, you can trust me.
- You don't understand.
- Please, for me.
I want to help.
- I'm working with the FBI.
- How did this hap--
- Alex, it's this or let
Joey be trapped with my mom
for the rest of his life.
They fucking cornered me.
- When?
- I was...
I dealing Loco on
Columbia and Dover street
and these two guys pulled
up, got out of the car,
flashed their badges and
told me to get in the back.
- You're the only family he's got.
You can help me.
I made a deal.
If you do it for
anybody, do it for Joey.
- I have to give up Lester
and I need you to testify against him.
- I can't let you do that.
- Alex, listen to me.
If we don't, I never see you again.
They have pictures, they have evidence,
they have everything.
It's over.
- What have you been bringing them?
In the brown bags?
- So you have been fucking stalking me!
- Lydia.
- Loco, okay?
I've been skimming the batches for weeks.
- My batches.
- They wanted it for testing or some shit.
- He was like a father to you
and he helped you through so much.
- I did what I could to protect him.
I gave him signals to leave
town, but then when Jason was--
I knew that I had to give the rest up.
We had gone too far and they
know about the diner now, too.
It's only a matter of fucking time!
We don't have to go down with him, Alex.
You told me that you would help me
and now I need you Alex.
He's been using us the whole fucking time.
- No, Lydia's not so stupid after all.
You get a last name?
- It's Kane with a K, Kane.
- Hey, run this for me.
Lydia Kane, K-A-N-E.
Yeah, I have a suspect telling
me she's an FBI informant
working the Lester Skaggs case.
Can you check if it's true?
All right, great.
I got my guys on it.
If she's really on the
inside, I'll let you go.
Meet me outside town.
Location to follow.
- Are you out of your fucking mind!
- We have to talk!
Not here, out, out!
- This better be fucking good!
- She came by yesterday.
She explained everything.
- And?
- Fuck!
- Well, what'd she say?
- I don't know what to do anymore, man,
I don't know what do you expect--
- Come on, fucking, Alex!
You're not telling me anything.
Fuck, I ain't got time for this shit.
- She made a deal with the FBI.
You were right.
She flipped.
They know about the lab, everything.
You were dead on about her.
You happy?
- No shit.
- Listen, you got to go underground.
It's not safe here, you have to--
- Leave me alone.
- What?
- Lay low, wait for my instructions.
- Instructions?
Fucking tell you--
- I said fucking
leave me alone.
- It's like that?
- Just like that.
- You all right?
- I'm good.
- Did you bring it?
- No.
I mean, I looked everywhere.
I don't even know if he's
really bringing the notebook,
but he did say he'd talk.
It's immunity for us both, yeah?
That was your word.
- Yeah, you're both doing the right thing.
- Don't go anywhere.
Delaney.
What?
You sure?
Okay thanks.
That was the FBI.
They have no record of any
Lydia Kane working for them.
Congratulations, Alex,
you just blatantly lied to the DEA,
that's a federal offense.
- Just add it to the list.
- The next words out of your mouth
better be a thorough
explanation of all this shit
you lied to me about and
what you specifically
meant to tell me.
- I'd like to speak to an attorney.
- Well, 20 years minimum for
lying to a federal agent.
Obviously, the deal is off
because I can't trust you.
That's intent to distribute, the assault,
you're looking at a lot of time, Alex.
Now, I can still help you if you
end this bullshit and give up Lester.
- How do I know you're not lying to me?
- You don't.
Explain, no games.
- You have to promise you'll let me go.
- It's like that now.
- Just like that.
You want Lester, right?
- I'm giving you a chance here, Alex.
You lie to me again, you'll
end up just like your mom.
- It's the longitude and
latitude of the location.
There's no address to this place.
You'll find him there.
- Get out of here.
- That easy?
- And I need your car.
I'll find ya, I promise.
- It's bad.
- What the fuck you doing, arrest him!
- You idiot!
- Pretty boy, get in the car.
Hurry up.
Drive.
- DEA!
Lay down your shovel, get
your hands in the air!
Atta boy.
Oh, hello, old friend.
- Go fuck yourself.
You bring Alex?
- Oh, very impressive.
Why use the boy?
You could have found me on your own.
- 'Cause this was too much fun.
- You forget, I bring friends.
- Yeah, you always do it.
- Well, if it isn't Mr. Loco, himself.
- What the fuck?
- It's nice to finally meet you.
Especially after spending so much time
sampling your fine ass product.
- Very clever, try to
lure me out here, alone.
But I'm always two steps ahead.
And this little fucking bitch
has been delivering us
Loco for fucking weeks.
- It's not like your little
samples did shit for--
- Things are about to get complicated.
- Lester!
- Put your fucking gun down.
- I'm not doing shit.
- Put your fucking down or
I'm gonna fucking shoot you.
What the fuck is this?
- What the the fuck is this?
I've been working for him
since I fucking took out
the distributor of Loco.
That fucking punk got killed for spitting
on my fucking long shoes and
somebody else needed to step in
and make the fucking money!
Whole town is fucking sick of you.
Now put the fucking gun down now!
- After all the shit I did for you.
- Look, this is fucking business.
Don't get all emotional on me.
You give me what, 10% cent percent?
He gives me 30%.
Excuse me, step up.
Look at me, look at me.
Look at me!
He's a good boss and you
were going to give him up
just like that?
- Get the fuck off her!
- Get the fuck back,
pretty boy, step back!
I been waiting
for this for a long time.
- So what are you going to do, kill me?
Finally get your little
payback, hey, princess?
- No, Talome, that would be too easy.
- Why won't you just let her die?
Oh, you preoccupation
with your little fucking
precious wonder drug.
I was teaching you a lesson.
Your call.
- She was my everything
and you took it all away
and I thought to myself, what
could equal that pain, right?
So I stole your clients,
I bought your boys out from under you,
but I saved the best thing for last.
Say hello to your daddy, Alex.
- Very good, very,
very, very fucking good!
Yeah, good old Lester.
That's the Lester I remember.
- Lester, you gotta tell
me what's going on, I--
- You think I give a fuck?
- No, I don't think
you'd give a fuck at all.
You don't even care about
your own flesh and blood.
Point the gun at your son's chest.
Now.
- Talome, this whole time.
- Yeah, the shadow master, devil himself.
- If I kill this little fucking prick
how do I know you're not gonna kill me?
Lester, please.
- Shh.
You don't.
I figure a drug lord knee deep in the DEA
that kills his own son, now whoa,
that's a pretty good story.
A great legacy, great Talome!
Completely erased.
Now aim the gun at your
fucking son's chest.
- Why don't you fucking shoot me?
You're not my father.
- Give you a mom a kiss, kid.
Lester, Lester!
- You kill him.
Five.
- You don't think I can fucking do it?
- Four.
- Lester please!
- You fucking scumbag!
Put the gun down.
It's just between him and me.
- What now?
We buried these bodies.
We get back to business as usual.
You in or out?
- We're leaving.
- I'm not going to stop you.
We never met, you understand?
Don't hurt that girl, you hear me?
- Joey.
- Son of a--
and I pick out a bitch
flash them a bitch
I pick out a bitch
Mikey, look,
Untie me.
- I need the formula.
I'm giving you five seconds.
- Don't, no matter what this
is, it's with me, right?
Not with her.
- Five.
- Listen.
- You don't get it!
He'll kill everyone I love.
- He'll fucking lie to you.
He'll fucking lie to you--
- Four.
- Put the fucking--
Son of a fuck!
God damn it!
- Three.
- What do you want me to do, man?
You want me to fucking write it down?
- Where is it?
- Please, please, just give come on,
just give me a chance, all right?
- Give you a chance, after
you tried to get me killed?
- Mikey, he lied to you.
Don't do this to me, please
help me, please don't do this.
- Where's the fucking notebook?
- Okay, okay, okay, hold on, hold on.
All right, it's...
It's five, four, uh...
Fuck you talking about?
- Just give me a fucking chance, man!
- One.
- Oh fuck.
It's nice to finally meet you.
I don't want trouble.
- Yeah see, I kind of do.
Is that a fucking real rooster, man?
Big daddy, cane.
You know you're you're you're
pretty little girlfriend?
You're not going to be
able to protect her.
I took care of that.
- Well, what do we have here?
- Hey, I'm all good guys, I'm all good.
Hey where are you going?
- I said I'm good.
- No, we heard you.
Come on, identification.
- Think I'm gonna throw this to DEA.
Let's take him downtown.
- All right.
- Can I go now or like?
- Oh, you're not going anywhere.
Aright, hand above your
head, hands above your head,
interlock your fingers, spread 'em!
- You got a weapon on you, son?
- No!
- Ah, what is this?
What do you suppose that is?
- Look, that's not mine.
The dude you just saw him--
- Oh, I guess I made a mistake, oops.
- Hands above your head!
Hands above your fucking head!
- And now you've got assaulting a cop.
Oops.
Guess I'm gonna take you in.
Right hand, thank you.
All right, left hand, thank you.
- You're a sick person!
- Oh, thank you very much.
You have the right to remain silent,
anything you say can and
will be held against you
in a court of law.
You got a right to an attorney.
You can't afford an attorney--
- Alex, honey, come on!
So how long did it take you this time?
- Two minutes
- Hm, that's not bad.
- Alex Chesler.
Born November 23, 1994.
Sun Valley, SPU High, top of class.
Attended UCLA at age 16.
- Baby, I got a note from your teacher.
- I swear I didn't do it.
- No, no, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay.
Just read it.
- I don't want to change class.
- It's where all the all
the smarter kids go, Alex.
- But I don't want to be a smarter kid.
Please don't make me, Mom.
- Okay, okay.
You'll stay with Mrs. Gustavo.
- Are you mad at me?
- Of course not.
You listen to me, no matter
what I love you, okay?
Why don't you go outside and
chase a bird or something?
I need some mommy time.
- Dropped out one year later.
No criminal records.
- You have nothing on me.
- Actually, Mr. Chesler, you
assaulted a police officer.
- I didn't touch him.
- Not according to his partner.
And you've got
Loco.
Kind of looks like bath salts, right?
I'm DEA, John Delaney.
I can make all this go away.
I help you, you help me.
Or I can give you a try
with the boys in blue.
- I'm in trouble with the Talome's people.
- Talome.
- If he finds me, I'm dead.
I'm gonna be okay.
- Whoa slick.
It's wrong, but slick.
- I have no idea what
you're talking about.
- Hey man, don't worry.
I haven't told anybody what you've done.
Smile for the camera.
- Shit.
- Yeah, you got two options here.
I could tell the owner and he's
he's a card carrying prick.
Or you can put the money
right back where you found.
- Prove it.
- That owner happens to be me.
You ever been in trouble
with the law, son?
- Look sir, I'm sorry.
- Sorry?
Hell, sorry never paid for a fucking bill.
You need work?
I need someone to deliver
some glass for me.
- What?
- I'll give you an extra a hundred
when you get back with it.
- Glass, what is this?
- It's a delivery.
You need money, right?
I mean, you're stealing
from my fucking waitresses--
- Delivering what?
This is longitude and latitude?
- Hey, you in or you out?
- Yo, you Alex?
- You Jason?
- Here, delivery bitch.
Don't break that shit.
- Do you know what all this is for?
- What, Lester ain't tell you?
- Lester?
- Here, put this on.
You want to make bread, right?
- With a blindfold?
- Man, if you don't put
the fucking blindfold--
- Dude, I'm sorry, I'm not gonna put a...
I just got...
I'm not doing this, man.
- Yo!
- What, what?
I'm not gonna put on a--
- You don't get it?
It's a fucking golden ticket, man.
Honestly, you fucking
look like you need one.
What's it gonna be?
Put the fucking blindfold on, man
and listen to what I say.
Put that in the fucking back.
- We done?
Thank you!
- All right, we're here.
- It's yeah, beautiful.
- Yeah, take the fucking blindfold off.
- Where are we?
- Lester's.
- Get out.
Can't believe Chef got me
driving you around anyway.
Like I'm some damn Lyft driver.
- Great, easy peasy, right?
Go drop that in the kitchen,
I'll be right there.
Come on.
Don't touch anything!
- I'll take that hundred now.
- All business, I like that.
Let me show you something.
- Is this the part where you kill me?
- Maybe.
It's just for protection.
- Sorry, I don't, I don't play with fire.
- Yeah, well me neither.
Fire's for amateurs.
So, this is where I do all my cooking.
You got your test tubes, you got your--
- Volumetric glass, porous silicate,
conical flasks.
You're a drug cook.
- That's very good.
I'm one of the best.
- I can't be here, I can't.
- Hey, you come this far.
It's not so bad.
- It is bad.
- Hey, you need a job, right?
This is me helping you out.
- I don't need that kind of help.
- It don't look that way to me.
- Don't lie to me, what's
your day job again?
- You get a day job when
you're not good at anything.
- Didn't you inherit
property from your mom?
- Yeah, that's all we had.
- Where is it?
- She was in the hospital
for a long ass time
and they kicked me out in a week.
Bank wants to break even, I guess.
- I can help with those.
- I know honey, I think I
just need a little more help
than math right now.
Okay.
- Don't worry about it, I got you.
- Hello.
- Nice to meet you too.
- Thank you.
- Don't thank me yet.
I saw you talking to Lester.
What were you guys talking about?
- I didn't know you knew him.
- You didn't answer my question.
What were you guys talking about?
- Nothing.
Don't you work here?
- I pick up shifts.
Lester doesn't just talk to anybody
and he doesn't do small talk.
- What's it to you?
- A job.
I think you should take it.
- Really?
Who made you my career counselor?
- Whatever he offered you, you need it.
I've seen you around here before
looking like a lost puppy.
Every single time, it's
kind of depressing.
- Why don't you work with him?
- I do.
- Hey.
- Hey, so you're in.
- Well, I mean, I didn't
bring a blindfold.
- So before we start, two rules.
Rule number one, if you
tell anyone what I'm about
to teach you, I'm going
to kill you, myself.
You got it?
- You don't have to worry
about me, man, I'm good.
I got it.
- Rule number two,
stay away from Lydia.
I need you to take this
seriously, not personally,
do you understand me?
- How do you know that--
- Do you understand me?
- Look who it is, delivery bitch.
- Alex, my name is Alex.
- Yo Skaggs, you sure
we can we trust fool?
- I don't know, Alex, can we trust you?
- Why do we even need him?
You were teachin' me how to cook.
- 'Cause last time I taught you a lesson
you nearly blew up the place, man.
- That was one time.
- You can't even cook eggs, bro.
- Jason, you distribute, right?
The more cooks, the more
product you guys have to sling.
It means more money for everybody, got it?
- Yeah, got it.
- But he looks like a fucking snitch.
You even got that snitch face.
- Snitch face?
- I'm sorry, bitch face.
How bout that?
- He's clean, trust me.
- We'll see then.
- All right, let's get started.
- Just us?
So you gonna break this down for me or?
- The kids call it Loco.
- What's that?
- This is the recipe.
This stays with me at all times.
Got it?
Wow.
You want to hear the kicker?
This beautiful baby is completely legal.
- Ain't no shit like it.
- How is that even remotely--
- Bath salt and other similar compounds,
they have qualities that
make them narcotics by law.
But a good cook is a scientist.
Certain chemical reactions
can change the composite
of a substance substantially,
even completely.
Make those chemicals undetectable,
yet adequately potent.
Even more so in our case.
- That's crazy.
- It's not crazy.
It's Loco.
Aw, shit.
Aye, Lydia, you got try this shit.
- No, I'm good.
- It's a good batch, just try it.
- I don't want to try it.
- Try it!
- I don't want to try it!
- Just take one hit, just fucking try it!
- Why are you so worried about what I do?
Why are you so pissed about me trying it?
- Hey guys, hey, hey, Jason,
watch your mouth, man.
Look, don't disrespect her, okay.
If she doesn't want to
do it, she doesn't do it.
- Fine.
Shut the fuck up, then.
- What about you, Alex?
A good cook always tastes his recipe.
- Oh, I'm good, I don't, I don't do drugs.
- I don't do drugs.
It's cool, though, get
the fuck outta here.
- If Lydia doesn't do it, why should I?
- Unlock it.
- You're not allowed to--
- Don't make me ask you again.
Is that the formula there?
- Are you not listening to my story?
- That Lydia?
- Yes.
- I don't have time for this shit.
What's the formula?
- It's complicated.
Page of fucking scribbles.
- And where's the notebook, huh?
I need to stop this prick.
You really want to help
a guy who takes advantage
of lost kids like you?
- He's not so bad.
- He's a fake, a con artist, a liar.
- You know him?
- Look, I've been on this case for months.
I'm this close, what's the formula?
- No, I cooked with Lester
like a handful of times.
You really think he'd let me
anywhere near that notebook?
- Where's the kitchen, then?
The den, where is it?
- You didn't have to
take that shit, you know.
- I didn't take shit.
There's wasn't enough
time to take fucking...
- Can you guys reel him
the fuck in, please?
- Yeah, hey.
- What's up, Chef?
- Hey, knock it off, knock it off.
Jason's going to take
you out in the field.
He's going to show you the
distribution side of things.
Okay?
- Right now?
- Yes, right now, come on, time is money.
Let's go, let's go!
- Let's go delivery bitch.
- I like that better than snitch face.
- I don't give a fuck.
- Where are we?
Have we been selling all night?
- Come on, you know, we
got to get that paper full.
We night hunt, Alex.
- Aw man, I haven't even
seen shit like this money.
- I know you haven't.
That's some real money.
- Jesus.
- She probably sold more than Loco.
- What?
- Don't worry about it.
- Oh Chef, see that?
Lydia had another big night!
Listen, if I had tits and ass like her,
I'd probably be selling--
- Enough is enough!
This is bullshit money.
This is kid stuff.
- Don't worry about me, I got it.
- Maybe if you stop using it
and you start fucking
selling it, I don't know,
you might make another enough--
- Maybe if you shut the fuck
up when you're not being--
- If you don't figure this out,
I'll figure it out for you.
You got it?
Get some sleep boys.
- Guess you did all right.
- Oh, all right?
You guess?
- I guess.
- I fucking know.
- So what's up, we hitting
the strip club, strip club?
Hitting the strip club?
Come on, stripper ass, come on baby.
I'm out.
- Bye!
Bitches here I come!
- Hey, do you want to grab some food?
Well, what do people
talk about besides eggs?
- I don't know.
You tell me, I'm not much of a sharer, so.
- What's your family like?
- I have a little brother
I'm taking care of, so.
That's all you got to know.
- And that led to Lester?
- Joey didn't lead to shit.
This is my decision, okay.
- Joey, sounds like a cute kid.
- He is.
We call him our Christmas miracle.
- He was born on Christmas?
- Yeah, it's cliche, right?
- No, it saves money on presents.
- Boom, exactly!
What about you?
What's your family like?
- My mom,
she died
a few weeks ago.
- What was she like?
- Selfless.
Encouraging.
Like, I was her only child,
so she always made sure I had everything.
I love her very much.
I found this.
This necklace,
the only thing left that was,
was ever really hers and me.
- What about your dad?
- I don't even remember.
Save it for another day.
- What?
I mean like--
- Please.
- Okay.
- It went on like that for a bit.
I need to make sure she's safe.
I'm not giving you shit until I know that.
- Good luck tonight.
- How much longer are you keeping me here?
- You still haven't told
me where the kitchen is.
- I don't know.
I went to this corner,
they blindfolded me,
I showed up at the house.
It's the same thing every time.
- We put them away you off the hook.
- Talome's still gonna
be after me and Lydia.
- That name again.
- You really haven't heard about this guy?
- He's a drug kingpin.
He's like the holy ghost of the streets.
People are fucking terrified of him.
And he runs everything.
He takes a cut of everything
from all the local businesses,
promising them protection.
All the drug dealers hate him.
They want them out and
some of them I've tried,
but he has eyes and ears
on every single corner.
- So why haven't the cops brought him down
if he's so everywhere?
- Because nobody knows what
the fuck he looks like.
He gets everyone else to
do his dirty work for him.
No one will ever turn him in.
No one will ever give him up.
He just destroys their lives.
And he doesn't come after you.
He goes after everyone you love.
- Who's this?
- Hi.
We're just finishing up
a little transaction.
Your stuff's in the car,
I'll talk to you later.
- Wait, what?
- I'll talk to you later.
- Okay.
Hey you, what's going on?
Who was that?
- No one don't walk so close to me.
- No, he's definitely somebody.
I saw him grab--
- We can't be seen together.
- What?
- What is so hard to comprehend, Alex?
We can't be seen together.
- So what am I just, just breakfast.
- What about it?
We're working together
to make money, that's it.
- Seriously?
Hey Chef!
What's cooking?
You know, 'cause.
What's up?
- You broke rule number two.
- Broke, I'm sorry, I didn't--
- Let me give them to you fresh, huh.
- Get off me!
- Stay away from Lydia.
- We just go to the diner, it's not--
- I don't need you to go near her, right.
I will destroy you, that is a promise.
- Look, it's not like--
- Shut up!
Now I see and I hear everything.
When you eat, I know when you
to sleep, I fucking know it.
I know everything.
I don't need you to go near her.
You're incredibly replaceable.
- This is textbook manipulation.
You're smart kid, you can see that?
- He's just protective
of Lydia, that's all.
- What about Jason?
Jason.
Talk.
- Get off me!
Get off me, get off!
- So I'm gonna ask you again,
where's your supplier?
- I told you, I bought it dickhead.
- Dickhead?
My name is Demetrius.
Now, you bought it from?
Silence?
This here, this little piggy right here,
went to the market.
You bought it from?
You're gonna spit on my
new shines, just like that?
- Fuck your shoes!
- Fuck my shoes.
Fuck my shoes.
I got a brand new shine, fuck my my shoes.
Hammer time.
I know.
Let me see this.
Dixie, hole that for me, would you?
This little piggy had roast, right?
Let me see.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Fuck you!
- Do me a favor, kiss this hammer.
Actually, fuck it.
Hammer mother fucking time!
- Lester, what are we going to do?
- Well, we've been lazy.
You couldn't count on him.
So fucking stupid.
That pig probably squealed.
- It's all you fucking care about.
Jason is dead!
- Clean him up, I can smell him from here.
- Go to hell.
- Go ahead, honey, where you gonna go?
Shut up, shut it!
- Where's Jason's body?
- No clue.
Not on the news either.
Aren't you guys supposed to be
all over that kind of thing?
- What's his full name?
- I don't know.
- Don't fuck with me.
- Look, we weren't buds.
He did his thing, I did mine.
- You can lie all you want,
it's not gonna save you.
- I don't know shit.
- And Lydia?
- Hey, what's up?
This is the batch?
What's wrong?
- I'm so stupid, I should've known.
- What are you talking about?
- She's working with Talome.
- You high?
Come on, she not--
- I'm not high.
You see, I'm thinking perfectly clear.
She bailed on us, now she's screwing us.
Hey, hey!
I don't know what's going on.
I mean quiet doesn't add up.
Maybe she's after the formula.
Did you give her the formula?
- Oh, you think I have
a photographic memory?
I mean, I can list off
the ingredients you want,
but it's this notebook that
makes Loco, okay, period.
- Answer the question.
Did you give her the formula?
- No.
- Well, you don't know what
this business does to a person.
Look, I just need you to follow her.
- You want me to stay away from her
and now you want me stalking her?
- Pay attention!
- I'm not doing that.
- Well, I guess all three
of us are going down.
Yeah.
Oh, he's good.
- What do you mean?
- Knowing you have a thing for Lydia.
He never stops.
- You got it all figured out.
- Trust me, he's got you wrapped
around his little finger.
Think about it.
He's brought you into a
dangerous and volatile business
when you were vulnerable and broke.
He knows you're hot for Lydia.
He convinces you she's lying,
the only person on earth
that you care about.
So all you have to rely upon his him.
Pure manipulation.
- Look like you need a friend.
- Lester know I been hanging out here?
- I mean, this place
might be his money front,
but I don't think he watches it 24/7.
And he didn't send me.
You know, a hi usually works too.
- Sorry, I just,
I can't stop thinking about
what they did to Jason.
It was just so vicious.
And then it's not even on TV.
It's like it never fucking happened.
- Yeah, I know.
- What are you doing here?
- It's cheap.
- So you still see Lester?
- Sometimes.
You?
- No.
Not if I can help it.
I'm done with everything.
Can't even fucking sleep.
Feel like I'm gonna be next.
- Yeah, it's that way for me too.
- Thanks for the shake.
- If you ever need anything.
I know.
- Whew, didn't realize this
was so touching, Romeo.
- Are we finished?
- Didn't expect to hear
a love story, that's all.
Lester, I imagine he's gonna gut you
as soon as he finds out.
- I'm just helping her.
- Helping her?
Is that what kids are
calling it these days?
- Okay, I don't know
what happened between you
and Lester, but I don't need
to be in the middle of it.
- It's too late.
- Does anyone know you're here?
- No.
- Good, so give it to me.
I'm gonna need to get more.
These little bags, bullshit.
- Well, it's not easy.
I'm doing what I can.
- You need to try harder.
You understand what the
fuck I'm telling you?
- Yeah.
- Good.
- Can we talk somewhere else?
- Enjoy the music.
- She meets with this guy
in the middle of the day.
Near the diner.
She always hands him a brown paper bag.
- What's in the bag?
- Loco.
- Not possible.
Where would she be getting it?
- Off the streets.
- No, the stuff we pushed,
it'd be sold by now.
It'd be used up.
- Her own stash?
- Keep on this.
Losing Jason and Lydia,
I've got to find some new distributors.
- I can do it if--
- No, no, no, it'll be handled.
You just keep digging deeper.
- Stay here.
Who's your favorite basketball player?
- My favorite basketball
player is Michael Jordan.
- Hey, do you want to go
for basketball real quick?
- Yeah.
- Okay, go ahead.
- So I'm starting to believe
that you are stalking me now.
- And if I was?
- What are you doing here, Alex?
- You mentioned this park
before and not to sell near
here, cause you, you take Joey.
- Oh, it's nice to know you pay attention.
- To you.
- I force him to come outside
so he can make friends.
- How's that going?
- Honestly,
it's not that good.
I mean, he's really stubborn.
He's too smart for his own good
so kids make fun of him
at school, call him weird,
stuff like that.
- Yeah, I used to get that all the time.
- You?
- Oh for sure, yeah.
There was a time when I was a real geek.
- Was?
- I was thinking though, we
should grab dinner later.
Talk about a weird I was.
the phone I got issues
I've had a thing for you for so long.
- Oh shut up.
- It's ridiculous.
- Shut up, you're lying.
- No, it's true.
- So then why didn't you say
anything to me before all this?
- I don't know.
You're, you're you, like look at you.
- What?
- Lydia.
- What does that even mean?
- I don't know.
Just always thought you were beautiful.
Fascinating.
I was right.
- I'm,
I'm not any of those things.
- You are to me.
- You don't even know me, Alex.
- Well, I know you love
your brother fiercely.
You passed up on some big
sister time to hang with me.
That's pretty cool in my book.
- Oh please, first of all,
I was just trying to clear my head.
- Oh, so that's what this was?
- Yeah, exactly.
- Served my purpose.
- Yeah.
No, I,
I do like you Alex.
It's just the people that I care about
don't really last.
As soon as I can
I'm getting Joey and
we're getting out of this
fucked up town.
One day.
- Let me help.
- You don't know what you're
talking about right now.
- I do.
the phone I got issues
- We call him our Christmas miracle.
- He was born on Christmas?
Yeah.
- No names.
What are you up to?
- Alex?
- Hey, what's up?
- Nothing, I was seeing where you went.
- Sorry, nature called.
- Did you put the toilet seat down?
- Duh!
My momma raised me right.
I know you're trying to get him out,
but whatever it is you're doing,
is it really the best way--
- I'm exploring all my
options, Alex, okay?
- What about the guy at the dinner?
- What about him?
He's nobody.
Why does it matter?
- No, it doesn't.
- Great, then we don't
have to talk about it.
- Okay.
I think it's dangerous to be bringing
one of Talome's guys through the diner.
- And what if he was?
With Talome, what would you say?
- Lester thinks Lydia's with Talome?
You think Lydia is playing both sides.
Meanwhile, you're spying behind her back
while you're practically inside
her, Jesus fucking Christ.
Tell me about the guy at the diner.
The one with Lydia.
Any tattoos?
Height, eye color?
- He was white.
He was like 5'11.
You know, I really didn't get to gaze
into his eyes there, John.
- Don't get smart.
- You think everything I
tell you is total bullshit
then why the hell are we still talking?
- So you looked through
her shit, then what?
- See you later with more.
- I suck at this, man.
- Open the door!
- Like bad.
- What are you doing here?
- Nothing I'm just, I'm just--
- Leave me alone, I never
want to see you again.
- Why?
- Just stop please!
- I'm trying to protect you.
- Trying to protect me?
Do you want to end up like Jason?
- You're right, I'm sorry.
I'll leave you alone.
- Good.
- Now get out of my face and
never see me again, got it?
- Got it.
Hey!
- Don't ask.
- What the hell is going on?
- You don't take direction that well.
- If you're in trouble, let me help you.
- Alex, I can't.
- Oh yeah, you can trust me.
- You don't understand.
- Please, for me.
I want to help.
- I'm working with the FBI.
- How did this hap--
- Alex, it's this or let
Joey be trapped with my mom
for the rest of his life.
They fucking cornered me.
- When?
- I was...
I dealing Loco on
Columbia and Dover street
and these two guys pulled
up, got out of the car,
flashed their badges and
told me to get in the back.
- You're the only family he's got.
You can help me.
I made a deal.
If you do it for
anybody, do it for Joey.
- I have to give up Lester
and I need you to testify against him.
- I can't let you do that.
- Alex, listen to me.
If we don't, I never see you again.
They have pictures, they have evidence,
they have everything.
It's over.
- What have you been bringing them?
In the brown bags?
- So you have been fucking stalking me!
- Lydia.
- Loco, okay?
I've been skimming the batches for weeks.
- My batches.
- They wanted it for testing or some shit.
- He was like a father to you
and he helped you through so much.
- I did what I could to protect him.
I gave him signals to leave
town, but then when Jason was--
I knew that I had to give the rest up.
We had gone too far and they
know about the diner now, too.
It's only a matter of fucking time!
We don't have to go down with him, Alex.
You told me that you would help me
and now I need you Alex.
He's been using us the whole fucking time.
- No, Lydia's not so stupid after all.
You get a last name?
- It's Kane with a K, Kane.
- Hey, run this for me.
Lydia Kane, K-A-N-E.
Yeah, I have a suspect telling
me she's an FBI informant
working the Lester Skaggs case.
Can you check if it's true?
All right, great.
I got my guys on it.
If she's really on the
inside, I'll let you go.
Meet me outside town.
Location to follow.
- Are you out of your fucking mind!
- We have to talk!
Not here, out, out!
- This better be fucking good!
- She came by yesterday.
She explained everything.
- And?
- Fuck!
- Well, what'd she say?
- I don't know what to do anymore, man,
I don't know what do you expect--
- Come on, fucking, Alex!
You're not telling me anything.
Fuck, I ain't got time for this shit.
- She made a deal with the FBI.
You were right.
She flipped.
They know about the lab, everything.
You were dead on about her.
You happy?
- No shit.
- Listen, you got to go underground.
It's not safe here, you have to--
- Leave me alone.
- What?
- Lay low, wait for my instructions.
- Instructions?
Fucking tell you--
- I said fucking
leave me alone.
- It's like that?
- Just like that.
- You all right?
- I'm good.
- Did you bring it?
- No.
I mean, I looked everywhere.
I don't even know if he's
really bringing the notebook,
but he did say he'd talk.
It's immunity for us both, yeah?
That was your word.
- Yeah, you're both doing the right thing.
- Don't go anywhere.
Delaney.
What?
You sure?
Okay thanks.
That was the FBI.
They have no record of any
Lydia Kane working for them.
Congratulations, Alex,
you just blatantly lied to the DEA,
that's a federal offense.
- Just add it to the list.
- The next words out of your mouth
better be a thorough
explanation of all this shit
you lied to me about and
what you specifically
meant to tell me.
- I'd like to speak to an attorney.
- Well, 20 years minimum for
lying to a federal agent.
Obviously, the deal is off
because I can't trust you.
That's intent to distribute, the assault,
you're looking at a lot of time, Alex.
Now, I can still help you if you
end this bullshit and give up Lester.
- How do I know you're not lying to me?
- You don't.
Explain, no games.
- You have to promise you'll let me go.
- It's like that now.
- Just like that.
You want Lester, right?
- I'm giving you a chance here, Alex.
You lie to me again, you'll
end up just like your mom.
- It's the longitude and
latitude of the location.
There's no address to this place.
You'll find him there.
- Get out of here.
- That easy?
- And I need your car.
I'll find ya, I promise.
- It's bad.
- What the fuck you doing, arrest him!
- You idiot!
- Pretty boy, get in the car.
Hurry up.
Drive.
- DEA!
Lay down your shovel, get
your hands in the air!
Atta boy.
Oh, hello, old friend.
- Go fuck yourself.
You bring Alex?
- Oh, very impressive.
Why use the boy?
You could have found me on your own.
- 'Cause this was too much fun.
- You forget, I bring friends.
- Yeah, you always do it.
- Well, if it isn't Mr. Loco, himself.
- What the fuck?
- It's nice to finally meet you.
Especially after spending so much time
sampling your fine ass product.
- Very clever, try to
lure me out here, alone.
But I'm always two steps ahead.
And this little fucking bitch
has been delivering us
Loco for fucking weeks.
- It's not like your little
samples did shit for--
- Things are about to get complicated.
- Lester!
- Put your fucking gun down.
- I'm not doing shit.
- Put your fucking down or
I'm gonna fucking shoot you.
What the fuck is this?
- What the the fuck is this?
I've been working for him
since I fucking took out
the distributor of Loco.
That fucking punk got killed for spitting
on my fucking long shoes and
somebody else needed to step in
and make the fucking money!
Whole town is fucking sick of you.
Now put the fucking gun down now!
- After all the shit I did for you.
- Look, this is fucking business.
Don't get all emotional on me.
You give me what, 10% cent percent?
He gives me 30%.
Excuse me, step up.
Look at me, look at me.
Look at me!
He's a good boss and you
were going to give him up
just like that?
- Get the fuck off her!
- Get the fuck back,
pretty boy, step back!
I been waiting
for this for a long time.
- So what are you going to do, kill me?
Finally get your little
payback, hey, princess?
- No, Talome, that would be too easy.
- Why won't you just let her die?
Oh, you preoccupation
with your little fucking
precious wonder drug.
I was teaching you a lesson.
Your call.
- She was my everything
and you took it all away
and I thought to myself, what
could equal that pain, right?
So I stole your clients,
I bought your boys out from under you,
but I saved the best thing for last.
Say hello to your daddy, Alex.
- Very good, very,
very, very fucking good!
Yeah, good old Lester.
That's the Lester I remember.
- Lester, you gotta tell
me what's going on, I--
- You think I give a fuck?
- No, I don't think
you'd give a fuck at all.
You don't even care about
your own flesh and blood.
Point the gun at your son's chest.
Now.
- Talome, this whole time.
- Yeah, the shadow master, devil himself.
- If I kill this little fucking prick
how do I know you're not gonna kill me?
Lester, please.
- Shh.
You don't.
I figure a drug lord knee deep in the DEA
that kills his own son, now whoa,
that's a pretty good story.
A great legacy, great Talome!
Completely erased.
Now aim the gun at your
fucking son's chest.
- Why don't you fucking shoot me?
You're not my father.
- Give you a mom a kiss, kid.
Lester, Lester!
- You kill him.
Five.
- You don't think I can fucking do it?
- Four.
- Lester please!
- You fucking scumbag!
Put the gun down.
It's just between him and me.
- What now?
We buried these bodies.
We get back to business as usual.
You in or out?
- We're leaving.
- I'm not going to stop you.
We never met, you understand?
Don't hurt that girl, you hear me?
- Joey.
- Son of a--
and I pick out a bitch
flash them a bitch
I pick out a bitch