Snowfall (2017–…): Season 6, Episode 7 - Charnel House - full transcript
Teddy and Franklin close in on each other. Gustavo runs out of time.
TEDDY: Hey, Julia, it's Teddy.
My father was murdered.
The person responsible said
that you and Paul were next.
I can destroy you
just as easily as
I could've killed you tonight.
You head out, slip
our surveillance.
Next time I see
you, I'll kill you.
KANE: Do you fish, Frankie?
- No.
- Well, I do.
And I caught something big.
Come and see.
FRANKLIN: Give up Buckley
and pray for a quick death.
'Cause what these niggas
plan to do to you,
why do that to yourself?
JEROME: Where
the fuck she at?!
You can kill me if you want to,
or we can stop wasting
time and save your wife.
JEROME: Louie!
(Louie crying)
(grunts)
(crying): No... No!
Jerome, don't leave me.
Jerome.
I need this done
quick and quietly,
and without
notifying the police.
Surely, Mr. Saint.
I'll treat him like
I did my own father.
Excuse me. (sighs)
I'll take him.
Wide. There we go.
I'm-I'm so sorry, Mrs. Saint,
but we have to be alone with
your husband for a while.
But...
Uh...
in a day or two, he'll
be ready for you.
Jerome.
No, Jerome. Jerome!
(crying): Jerome!
No, no, no, Jerome!
Jerome.
No, Jerome!
Jerome, no, no, no, Jerome!
(door closes)
No, Jerome!
Jerome! Jerome!
No, get off me! No!
No. No. No.
(shouting indistinctly)
♪
(engine shuts off)
(insects chirping)
(keys jingling)
LEON: You want me to
call Buckley or somebody?
LOUIE: The war is over.
Ain't it?
I can stay if you want.
No, you go ahead.
(car door closes)
(engine starts)
(car departs)
(cries softly)
(panting)
(crying)
HAVEMEYER: He went into
the Sherman Oaks Galleria,
- parked, never came out.
- Okay.
We know what he needs.
He'll either surface
again, or he won't.
Either way, we're fine.
You call me if you
hear anything more.
Problem?
No.
Okay. I have a
question for you, then.
You have $73 million and no
food in your refrigerator?
No decent furniture, no art,
stained carpet, chipped paint.
It's a rental.
Oh. Okay.
So, no actual house either.
- For now.
- Hmm.
(knocking)
(knocking)
Hey...
Jules.
Hey.
Hey, Teddy.
- Um...
- Julia.
I didn't realize the two
of you had reconnected.
When did that happen?
When did that happen?
Right.
- Congratulations, by the way.
- Thank you.
Uh, do you mind giving us
a minute, please, Parissa?
She already knows everything.
Okay.
What happened?
Why did your mule
kill your father?
- He thinks I stole his money.
- Did you?
I seized ill-gotten
gains on behalf
of the United States government.
(laughs)
Wow.
Okay, well, this is easy, then.
Give it back.
I can't.
You haven't figured out yet
that the more you're worth,
the more of a danger you are?
You really think
I don't know that?
I think if you did, you would
fucking walk away from this.
But you won't.
You'll double down
and tell yourself
it's your-your patriotic duty.
Shit, Teddy.
(chuckles)
But I know that's not
what's really driving you.
And it's only gonna get worse
now that he's dead.
You ruined our family
trying to prove
something to that tyrant.
The only good thing you
ever gave me was our son.
And now you're
trying to kill him.
Give Franklin back
the money, Teddy.
Fix this...
or I will fix it for you.
TEDDY: How are you
gonna fix it for me?
A public execution.
(footsteps retreating)
(knocking)
Franklin.
FRANKLIN: Wanda.
(door closes)
WANDA: Where's Leon?
Uh, he said he might be late.
He's gonna drop Louie home.
Okay.
Leon is with Louie?
Yes.
And Jerome?
♪
Did he suffer?
No.
I've always thought Julia was
a bitch with a log up her ass,
but she has a point.
(coffee dripping)
(Teddy sighs)
You really don't think that
if my son was in danger,
I wouldn't do something
to protect him?
Honestly... I don't know.
They're fine.
They're protected.
You believe you have nothing to
fear from anyone but your own.
I believe that that money...
belongs to us.
Belongs to us?
It belongs to you.
Or were you planning on
giving me half of it?
Is that what you want?
Teddy, I care about you.
You're fierce
and ambitious.
But I'm not in this
to just tag along.
I'm at risk, too.
If I don't have a purpose,
I am going to get very bored
and go looking for it elsewhere.
I'm giving you the
keys to my lock.
You should use them.
(knocking)
Cissy.
You, uh...
You want to come in?
Yeah.
Jerome loved you.
I never seen him as much as make
a passing nod to another woman,
even the ones he was with.
But he loved you.
It's gonna be all I can do
to not climb down in
that grave with him.
This has to stop.
With us.
All of this
is Franklin's fault.
He certainly did his share,
but we all played a part.
- Hmm.
- Between the money
and the white man and his war...
Hmm. Mm-hmm.
Ain't no one going
home with clean hands.
No, but I'm the one
who lost my husband,
my whole fucking world.
I lost him, too,
and my husband.
I don't want to
lose anyone else.
I understand.
You still got things
you care about.
I don't.
Go get the guys and take
that to the cookhouse.
(man speaking
indistinctly on radio)
What's my credit line, Lee?
As good as my life.
Look, um, I need a favor.
I need half a million.
And I'm not sure when I
can get it back to you.
What's it for?
The price of freedom.
(indistinct chatter)
Still can't believe he gone.
He was forever, you know?
Could never really imagine
him not being there.
Still can't.
We all on the
killing floor, Lee.
Shit could have
happened to anybody.
Look,
he was my blood, all right?
And I loved him.
But he never should
have broke away from us.
None of this shit ever
should've happened.
Look, I'll be back
tomorrow to get the cash,
if it's all right.
(quietly): Yeah.
Thanks, Lee.
I owe you.
(kisses, laughs)
- (gunshot)
- (gasps softly)
- (bullet casing clinks)
- LOUIE: No!
Jerome, hey, hey.
No!
Wake up!
(screams)
(gasps)
(panting)
(glass breaks)
(grunts)
(panting)
Fuck!
No!
Fuck you!
(crying)
(groaning)
Fuck you! Fuck you!
(tires screech)
What the fuck is wrong with you?
- You crazy, bitch?
- LOUIE: Shoot me, nigga.
Shoot me, little nigga!
- What the fuck you waiting for?
- GUARD: Yo, what the fuck happening here?
- GUARD 2: Chill out.
- Motherfucker. Skully!
Man, calm your asses
down. That's Louie Saint.
Watch out, nigga. Get the
fuck... Oh, you gonna push me?
Come on, then, nigga. You
want to get me, come on.
Shoot the fucking gun. Skully!
Get your niggas!
Why you still
standing there, nigga?
Shoot the fucking gun!
(knocks on door)
What the fuck you...?
Man, she drove up on the curb
and started cussing at Koko.
SKULLY: Look, man, y'all go.
Come on, Ms. Saint.
Go, man.
Mama, what's wrong?
You said I could
come if I wanted.
Of course. Have a seat.
Just a little...
(Louie groans softly)
How'd you do it?
Do what?
Keep peace in your heart
after your girl and
your baby was killed.
'Cause I know they're not gone.
And I don't want to
taint the love we have.
But ain't...
ain't you so mad, you want to
burn this fucking house down?
Hell yeah.
All the time.
But they won't let me.
(Franklin groaning)
(Veronique grunts)
Franklin.
Franklin. Franklin.
Franklin. Franklin!
- (screaming)
- Wake up. Wake up.
Wake up! Wake up.
Wait, no, no, no, no!
No, no, no, no. It was a dream.
It was a dream. You're dreaming.
-(whimpering) -You're dreaming,
okay? You're dreaming. Stop.
- Stop, stop, stop. Hey.
- I can't breathe.
Calm down. Come here.
- Aah! I can't fucking breathe!
- You got to calm down, hey.
- Hey, what's happening to you?
- (whimpering)
Has this happened to you before?
- I don't know. One... once maybe.
- Okay. Okay.
- (groans)
- I'm here. Come here, come here.
You're all right. You're fine.
Listen to me.
You're-you're alive.
You're-you're safe.
You're with me, okay?
- Okay.
- What the fuck is happening to me?
Nothing. Nothing,
nothing, nothing.
Nothing. There is a plan,
and we're carrying
out that plan.
There's nothing wrong with
you, you hear me? You're fine.
You're fine. You're fine.
(voice breaking): You're fine.
I'm not fine.
(panting)
(car door closes)
Oh, Egypt.
(both crying)
CANDY: I got you. I got you.
- I got you. I got you.
- (crying)
(clattering)
(Xiamara sighs heavily)
- It's your turn.
- Oh.
(Xiamara sighs)
(Gustavo groans softly)
(door opens)
Ah.
- What the fuck is this?
- No.
I'm a friend.
A friend with a gun
at my kitchen table?
We'll need to get away.
Ah.
(mutters)
- (lock clicks)
- (Xiamara sighs)
This is too much.
I know.
Maybe this should be the end...
for us.
Maybe you shouldn't
know where we go.
Yeah, maybe.
(footsteps rapidly retreating)
(sighs)
(sportscaster speaking
indistinctly on radio)
(lock clicks, keys jingle)
Oh, you're here. Dope.
Thank you. It felt like time.
Yeah. What's all that?
Everything I'm gonna
need for my new place.
You leaving me?
(laughs) No, Lee.
But I'm leaving the PJs.
Well, goddamn, we
gonna talk about it?
We gonna talk about those guns?
Lee, look.
In a perfect world, I'd be
out of here today, right now.
Head to Ghana with my husband.
We could raise a family
there, a house full of kids.
But instead you sitting
here, getting ready for war?
- Baby, we've been through this.
- We have.
But...
all I see
is us headed to the same
grave Jerome gonna get.
I see it, and I'm about
ready to change direction.
Look, I just need to
straighten some things out.
Then I can pass the
PJs on to the next man.
I wish I could
believe that, Lee.
(kisses)
You remember Danielle's
older brother?
- Ronald?
- Yeah.
Remember he paid us
$20 to see how long
- he could strangle us before we passed out?
- (laughs)
Yeah. I saw you, and
I knew, "Don't do it,"
but it was $20.
(both laugh)
Every time my throat would
do that whistle thing, I...
I'd just flash
right back to that.
- Right.
- And then it just...
and then it just
got more and more.
Like when Keith and 'em
locked us down in the basement
with my Uncle Quick?
Like Lawrence and his brothers.
(voice breaking): But
a thousand times worse.
I did everything to
get myself out of that,
and then, bam, there
I go, right back.
Louie, you know this
wasn't your fault.
It ain't?
How the fuck did
I get here? Again?
(sighs) Now I lost Jerome.
And the worst part?
I keep forgetting he died.
(pager chiming, buzzing)
Yeah...
Oh, this nigga.
(phone ringing)
- Louie?
- What do you want?
Excuse me?
What...
do you want with me?
I've been paging you.
Yeah, and I haven't
called you back,
so that must mean that I'm busy.
Busy or dead.
Busy doing what?
Excuse you, Mr. White Man,
but if I say I'm busy, it
means I'm fucking busy.
This isn't a request.
Louie.
I heard you.
I can meet you
over at that Fosters
parking lot at 3:00.
I need to see you now.
I'll see you then.
- (siren wailing)
- (dogs barking)
I heard you were leaving us.
I think I have to.
I understand.
Well, if you need an apartment,
I'm sure there's one at
one of our buildings.
Uh, for real?
Mm-hmm.
You've already done so much
for me, though, Ms. Saint.
- Thank you.
- It's nothing.
What about taking
over my position
at the shelter full-time?
I-I don't know what to say.
Say yes.
You'd be doing me a favor.
I can't be there right now.
I don't think I'll
ever be there again.
Really?
What would you do then?
I mean, like, when
all this is over?
(engine shuts off)
Oso!
What's up, man?
No more waiting, moreno.
We're moving tomorrow.
I need the documents
and the money now.
Well, yeah, I got the
money, but the documents...
They take what they take.
(Gustavo yells)
Oso, what the fuck happened?
(sighing)
I need your help because
the DEA busted me.
What?
They took all my money and
forced me to help them.
Help them with what?
They want Teddy.
Wanted you, too.
Oso, what the fuck, man?!
How long you been
talking to 'em?
They got me just after you left.
They have photos of Louie.
But you're clean,
moreno, I swear.
Jesus fucking Christ.
It's not only them.
You remember that
picture I showed you?
You knew he was KGB, right?
Yeah. What about him?
He came at me, too.
Broke into my house,
threatened my family.
Listen, they want Teddy.
Two days from now, they want
his cocaine in the warehouse.
Oh, yeah?
And Ruben plans
to kill him there?
I don't think so.
He knows about the DEA,
and I guess he wants
them to arrest him.
But the DEA guy... He's
getting frustrated,
and he's about to pull the
plug and take me to jail.
So everybody wants Teddy, huh?
DEA, KGB and me?
Yes.
And I'm at the
fucking crossroad.
So, if you want him, it
needs to happen now, moreno.
Like this.
Fine.
Think I know a way to buy
you another day with the DEA.
But, Oso, listen to me
very fucking carefully.
I need Teddy, and I need
him right fucking now.
Yeah, I haven't
seen him in days,
since you killed his father.
Motherfucker's hiding
like a cat hunting a bird.
But lucky for us, I'm that bird.
Teddy's no pinche cat.
He will smell a trap, you know.
Yeah, you're right about that.
You're just gonna have
to make him believe
it was him that set me up.
Right?
(Gustavo sighs heavily)
I'm sorry, moreno.
You did what you had to do.
HAVEMEYER: He's
definitely losing it.
The kid actually found his
old man and murdered him
while on the phone with Teddy.
The nigger murdered his father?
- Just cut his fucking throat.
- (groans)
Teddy could hear him
choking on his own blood.
Oh, Jesus.
(both sigh)
I like Teddy.
He's no bleeding heart,
and he was a patriot.
Since he's been on this
mission, he's gotten ambitious.
- The money he stole could be useful.
- Yeah.
And the business
still has potential.
I don't want to know
anything about all that.
That's your business.
Everything is problematic.
Especially when
you add in the KGB.
They want to put us
on the nightly news.
Sounds like you got some
cracks to fill, so fill 'em.
(Witherspoon sighs)
- (footsteps retreating)
- (Havemeyer sighs)
(indistinct chatter)
(car engine shuts off)
What happened?
Business disagreement.
What you need?
Franklin.
Why?
'Cause he murdered my father.
So all you got to do is point.
Me and Franklin don't socialize.
I need you to fix that.
Fuck you.
Don't forget that you work
for me, you sell my drugs.
You make a lot of fucking money.
All I'm asking for is Franklin.
Tomorrow...
I put my husband in the ground,
and I got Franklin
to thank for that.
Jerome's dead?
That's right.
(sighs)
So,
seems like you and me...
We got something in common.
After the funeral,
I'll do whatever the
fuck you want me to do...
Slit Franklin neck to
nuts, if I get the chance.
Until then,
leave me alone.
(engine starts)
("Boadicea" by Enya playing)
(singer vocalizing)
♪
I think about Jerome
and how sweet he was,
how much everybody
says he loved Louie.
And I can't help but
think about losing you.
Well, I'm right here
with you, Mrs. Simmons.
Yeah.
Yeah.
But just a few days ago, Jerome
was right there with Louie.
I'm scared, Lee.
The fuck was that?
(crowd murmuring)
Y'all may pay y'all respect
to the Saint family.
- Oso.
- Hey.
Sorry for your loss, amigo.
(speaks Spanish)
Uh-huh.
Listen, I've got some
good news for you.
Make sure you come
to the repast after.
We'll talk there. All right?
I'm sorry, baby.
Louie, um...
I'm-I'm so sorry.
He didn't page you?
Ask for your gun
at the junkyard?
Nah.
All right.
♪ Pass me not ♪
♪ O gentle Savior ♪
♪ Hear my humble cry... ♪
MINISTER: Jesus and
his hallowed Father
work in mysterious ways.
But today is no mystery.
♪ Thou art smiling... ♪
Too often I have
blamed these deaths
on young men with guns.
♪ Help my unbelief... ♪
Today I finally understand
that all the rest of
us are guilty, too.
♪ Savior... ♪
And it's not just us.
It's the church leaders,
the city council,
and the millionaires have
all brought this pain
to our streets.
Our people are suffering.
And we have not done near
enough to succor them.
♪ Do not pass me by. ♪
MAN: Excuse me.
Hey, nigga.
You gonna kill the motherfuckers
that did that to Rome?
All right.
FRANKLIN: What you
need from me, Auntie?
I need you to answer
a question for me.
What's that?
Why'd you come back for me?
I was raised to respect
women, you know?
It's a man's duty.
And there's no way I could
have lived with myself
if I left you there with Kane.
That it?
No.
No, no, no, no, no.
You made me a promise
in that warehouse.
I need all the help I can get.
You are the devil.
You know that?
("My People... Hold On" by
Eddie Kendricks playing)
Yeah.
I know.
♪ My people ♪
♪ Hold on ♪
♪ People ♪
♪ People, the time has come ♪
♪ In this land ♪
♪ When the lion must
lay down with the lamb ♪
♪ Brothers and sisters ♪
♪ Live side by side ♪
♪ Hold on to love ♪
♪ Let its light be your guide ♪
- ♪ My people ♪
- ♪ My people ♪
♪ Hold on ♪
♪ Say it, say it, say ♪
♪ My people ♪
♪ Hold on ♪
- ♪ My people ♪
- ♪ My people ♪
- ♪ Hold on ♪
- ♪ Hold on to love ♪
♪ My people ♪
- ♪ Hold on to one another ♪
- ♪ Hold on ♪
♪ The Lord God said ♪
♪ Love ye one another. ♪
Captioned by Media
Access Group at WGBH
My father was murdered.
The person responsible said
that you and Paul were next.
I can destroy you
just as easily as
I could've killed you tonight.
You head out, slip
our surveillance.
Next time I see
you, I'll kill you.
KANE: Do you fish, Frankie?
- No.
- Well, I do.
And I caught something big.
Come and see.
FRANKLIN: Give up Buckley
and pray for a quick death.
'Cause what these niggas
plan to do to you,
why do that to yourself?
JEROME: Where
the fuck she at?!
You can kill me if you want to,
or we can stop wasting
time and save your wife.
JEROME: Louie!
(Louie crying)
(grunts)
(crying): No... No!
Jerome, don't leave me.
Jerome.
I need this done
quick and quietly,
and without
notifying the police.
Surely, Mr. Saint.
I'll treat him like
I did my own father.
Excuse me. (sighs)
I'll take him.
Wide. There we go.
I'm-I'm so sorry, Mrs. Saint,
but we have to be alone with
your husband for a while.
But...
Uh...
in a day or two, he'll
be ready for you.
Jerome.
No, Jerome. Jerome!
(crying): Jerome!
No, no, no, Jerome!
Jerome.
No, Jerome!
Jerome, no, no, no, Jerome!
(door closes)
No, Jerome!
Jerome! Jerome!
No, get off me! No!
No. No. No.
(shouting indistinctly)
♪
(engine shuts off)
(insects chirping)
(keys jingling)
LEON: You want me to
call Buckley or somebody?
LOUIE: The war is over.
Ain't it?
I can stay if you want.
No, you go ahead.
(car door closes)
(engine starts)
(car departs)
(cries softly)
(panting)
(crying)
HAVEMEYER: He went into
the Sherman Oaks Galleria,
- parked, never came out.
- Okay.
We know what he needs.
He'll either surface
again, or he won't.
Either way, we're fine.
You call me if you
hear anything more.
Problem?
No.
Okay. I have a
question for you, then.
You have $73 million and no
food in your refrigerator?
No decent furniture, no art,
stained carpet, chipped paint.
It's a rental.
Oh. Okay.
So, no actual house either.
- For now.
- Hmm.
(knocking)
(knocking)
Hey...
Jules.
Hey.
Hey, Teddy.
- Um...
- Julia.
I didn't realize the two
of you had reconnected.
When did that happen?
When did that happen?
Right.
- Congratulations, by the way.
- Thank you.
Uh, do you mind giving us
a minute, please, Parissa?
She already knows everything.
Okay.
What happened?
Why did your mule
kill your father?
- He thinks I stole his money.
- Did you?
I seized ill-gotten
gains on behalf
of the United States government.
(laughs)
Wow.
Okay, well, this is easy, then.
Give it back.
I can't.
You haven't figured out yet
that the more you're worth,
the more of a danger you are?
You really think
I don't know that?
I think if you did, you would
fucking walk away from this.
But you won't.
You'll double down
and tell yourself
it's your-your patriotic duty.
Shit, Teddy.
(chuckles)
But I know that's not
what's really driving you.
And it's only gonna get worse
now that he's dead.
You ruined our family
trying to prove
something to that tyrant.
The only good thing you
ever gave me was our son.
And now you're
trying to kill him.
Give Franklin back
the money, Teddy.
Fix this...
or I will fix it for you.
TEDDY: How are you
gonna fix it for me?
A public execution.
(footsteps retreating)
(knocking)
Franklin.
FRANKLIN: Wanda.
(door closes)
WANDA: Where's Leon?
Uh, he said he might be late.
He's gonna drop Louie home.
Okay.
Leon is with Louie?
Yes.
And Jerome?
♪
Did he suffer?
No.
I've always thought Julia was
a bitch with a log up her ass,
but she has a point.
(coffee dripping)
(Teddy sighs)
You really don't think that
if my son was in danger,
I wouldn't do something
to protect him?
Honestly... I don't know.
They're fine.
They're protected.
You believe you have nothing to
fear from anyone but your own.
I believe that that money...
belongs to us.
Belongs to us?
It belongs to you.
Or were you planning on
giving me half of it?
Is that what you want?
Teddy, I care about you.
You're fierce
and ambitious.
But I'm not in this
to just tag along.
I'm at risk, too.
If I don't have a purpose,
I am going to get very bored
and go looking for it elsewhere.
I'm giving you the
keys to my lock.
You should use them.
(knocking)
Cissy.
You, uh...
You want to come in?
Yeah.
Jerome loved you.
I never seen him as much as make
a passing nod to another woman,
even the ones he was with.
But he loved you.
It's gonna be all I can do
to not climb down in
that grave with him.
This has to stop.
With us.
All of this
is Franklin's fault.
He certainly did his share,
but we all played a part.
- Hmm.
- Between the money
and the white man and his war...
Hmm. Mm-hmm.
Ain't no one going
home with clean hands.
No, but I'm the one
who lost my husband,
my whole fucking world.
I lost him, too,
and my husband.
I don't want to
lose anyone else.
I understand.
You still got things
you care about.
I don't.
Go get the guys and take
that to the cookhouse.
(man speaking
indistinctly on radio)
What's my credit line, Lee?
As good as my life.
Look, um, I need a favor.
I need half a million.
And I'm not sure when I
can get it back to you.
What's it for?
The price of freedom.
(indistinct chatter)
Still can't believe he gone.
He was forever, you know?
Could never really imagine
him not being there.
Still can't.
We all on the
killing floor, Lee.
Shit could have
happened to anybody.
Look,
he was my blood, all right?
And I loved him.
But he never should
have broke away from us.
None of this shit ever
should've happened.
Look, I'll be back
tomorrow to get the cash,
if it's all right.
(quietly): Yeah.
Thanks, Lee.
I owe you.
(kisses, laughs)
- (gunshot)
- (gasps softly)
- (bullet casing clinks)
- LOUIE: No!
Jerome, hey, hey.
No!
Wake up!
(screams)
(gasps)
(panting)
(glass breaks)
(grunts)
(panting)
Fuck!
No!
Fuck you!
(crying)
(groaning)
Fuck you! Fuck you!
(tires screech)
What the fuck is wrong with you?
- You crazy, bitch?
- LOUIE: Shoot me, nigga.
Shoot me, little nigga!
- What the fuck you waiting for?
- GUARD: Yo, what the fuck happening here?
- GUARD 2: Chill out.
- Motherfucker. Skully!
Man, calm your asses
down. That's Louie Saint.
Watch out, nigga. Get the
fuck... Oh, you gonna push me?
Come on, then, nigga. You
want to get me, come on.
Shoot the fucking gun. Skully!
Get your niggas!
Why you still
standing there, nigga?
Shoot the fucking gun!
(knocks on door)
What the fuck you...?
Man, she drove up on the curb
and started cussing at Koko.
SKULLY: Look, man, y'all go.
Come on, Ms. Saint.
Go, man.
Mama, what's wrong?
You said I could
come if I wanted.
Of course. Have a seat.
Just a little...
(Louie groans softly)
How'd you do it?
Do what?
Keep peace in your heart
after your girl and
your baby was killed.
'Cause I know they're not gone.
And I don't want to
taint the love we have.
But ain't...
ain't you so mad, you want to
burn this fucking house down?
Hell yeah.
All the time.
But they won't let me.
(Franklin groaning)
(Veronique grunts)
Franklin.
Franklin. Franklin.
Franklin. Franklin!
- (screaming)
- Wake up. Wake up.
Wake up! Wake up.
Wait, no, no, no, no!
No, no, no, no. It was a dream.
It was a dream. You're dreaming.
-(whimpering) -You're dreaming,
okay? You're dreaming. Stop.
- Stop, stop, stop. Hey.
- I can't breathe.
Calm down. Come here.
- Aah! I can't fucking breathe!
- You got to calm down, hey.
- Hey, what's happening to you?
- (whimpering)
Has this happened to you before?
- I don't know. One... once maybe.
- Okay. Okay.
- (groans)
- I'm here. Come here, come here.
You're all right. You're fine.
Listen to me.
You're-you're alive.
You're-you're safe.
You're with me, okay?
- Okay.
- What the fuck is happening to me?
Nothing. Nothing,
nothing, nothing.
Nothing. There is a plan,
and we're carrying
out that plan.
There's nothing wrong with
you, you hear me? You're fine.
You're fine. You're fine.
(voice breaking): You're fine.
I'm not fine.
(panting)
(car door closes)
Oh, Egypt.
(both crying)
CANDY: I got you. I got you.
- I got you. I got you.
- (crying)
(clattering)
(Xiamara sighs heavily)
- It's your turn.
- Oh.
(Xiamara sighs)
(Gustavo groans softly)
(door opens)
Ah.
- What the fuck is this?
- No.
I'm a friend.
A friend with a gun
at my kitchen table?
We'll need to get away.
Ah.
(mutters)
- (lock clicks)
- (Xiamara sighs)
This is too much.
I know.
Maybe this should be the end...
for us.
Maybe you shouldn't
know where we go.
Yeah, maybe.
(footsteps rapidly retreating)
(sighs)
(sportscaster speaking
indistinctly on radio)
(lock clicks, keys jingle)
Oh, you're here. Dope.
Thank you. It felt like time.
Yeah. What's all that?
Everything I'm gonna
need for my new place.
You leaving me?
(laughs) No, Lee.
But I'm leaving the PJs.
Well, goddamn, we
gonna talk about it?
We gonna talk about those guns?
Lee, look.
In a perfect world, I'd be
out of here today, right now.
Head to Ghana with my husband.
We could raise a family
there, a house full of kids.
But instead you sitting
here, getting ready for war?
- Baby, we've been through this.
- We have.
But...
all I see
is us headed to the same
grave Jerome gonna get.
I see it, and I'm about
ready to change direction.
Look, I just need to
straighten some things out.
Then I can pass the
PJs on to the next man.
I wish I could
believe that, Lee.
(kisses)
You remember Danielle's
older brother?
- Ronald?
- Yeah.
Remember he paid us
$20 to see how long
- he could strangle us before we passed out?
- (laughs)
Yeah. I saw you, and
I knew, "Don't do it,"
but it was $20.
(both laugh)
Every time my throat would
do that whistle thing, I...
I'd just flash
right back to that.
- Right.
- And then it just...
and then it just
got more and more.
Like when Keith and 'em
locked us down in the basement
with my Uncle Quick?
Like Lawrence and his brothers.
(voice breaking): But
a thousand times worse.
I did everything to
get myself out of that,
and then, bam, there
I go, right back.
Louie, you know this
wasn't your fault.
It ain't?
How the fuck did
I get here? Again?
(sighs) Now I lost Jerome.
And the worst part?
I keep forgetting he died.
(pager chiming, buzzing)
Yeah...
Oh, this nigga.
(phone ringing)
- Louie?
- What do you want?
Excuse me?
What...
do you want with me?
I've been paging you.
Yeah, and I haven't
called you back,
so that must mean that I'm busy.
Busy or dead.
Busy doing what?
Excuse you, Mr. White Man,
but if I say I'm busy, it
means I'm fucking busy.
This isn't a request.
Louie.
I heard you.
I can meet you
over at that Fosters
parking lot at 3:00.
I need to see you now.
I'll see you then.
- (siren wailing)
- (dogs barking)
I heard you were leaving us.
I think I have to.
I understand.
Well, if you need an apartment,
I'm sure there's one at
one of our buildings.
Uh, for real?
Mm-hmm.
You've already done so much
for me, though, Ms. Saint.
- Thank you.
- It's nothing.
What about taking
over my position
at the shelter full-time?
I-I don't know what to say.
Say yes.
You'd be doing me a favor.
I can't be there right now.
I don't think I'll
ever be there again.
Really?
What would you do then?
I mean, like, when
all this is over?
(engine shuts off)
Oso!
What's up, man?
No more waiting, moreno.
We're moving tomorrow.
I need the documents
and the money now.
Well, yeah, I got the
money, but the documents...
They take what they take.
(Gustavo yells)
Oso, what the fuck happened?
(sighing)
I need your help because
the DEA busted me.
What?
They took all my money and
forced me to help them.
Help them with what?
They want Teddy.
Wanted you, too.
Oso, what the fuck, man?!
How long you been
talking to 'em?
They got me just after you left.
They have photos of Louie.
But you're clean,
moreno, I swear.
Jesus fucking Christ.
It's not only them.
You remember that
picture I showed you?
You knew he was KGB, right?
Yeah. What about him?
He came at me, too.
Broke into my house,
threatened my family.
Listen, they want Teddy.
Two days from now, they want
his cocaine in the warehouse.
Oh, yeah?
And Ruben plans
to kill him there?
I don't think so.
He knows about the DEA,
and I guess he wants
them to arrest him.
But the DEA guy... He's
getting frustrated,
and he's about to pull the
plug and take me to jail.
So everybody wants Teddy, huh?
DEA, KGB and me?
Yes.
And I'm at the
fucking crossroad.
So, if you want him, it
needs to happen now, moreno.
Like this.
Fine.
Think I know a way to buy
you another day with the DEA.
But, Oso, listen to me
very fucking carefully.
I need Teddy, and I need
him right fucking now.
Yeah, I haven't
seen him in days,
since you killed his father.
Motherfucker's hiding
like a cat hunting a bird.
But lucky for us, I'm that bird.
Teddy's no pinche cat.
He will smell a trap, you know.
Yeah, you're right about that.
You're just gonna have
to make him believe
it was him that set me up.
Right?
(Gustavo sighs heavily)
I'm sorry, moreno.
You did what you had to do.
HAVEMEYER: He's
definitely losing it.
The kid actually found his
old man and murdered him
while on the phone with Teddy.
The nigger murdered his father?
- Just cut his fucking throat.
- (groans)
Teddy could hear him
choking on his own blood.
Oh, Jesus.
(both sigh)
I like Teddy.
He's no bleeding heart,
and he was a patriot.
Since he's been on this
mission, he's gotten ambitious.
- The money he stole could be useful.
- Yeah.
And the business
still has potential.
I don't want to know
anything about all that.
That's your business.
Everything is problematic.
Especially when
you add in the KGB.
They want to put us
on the nightly news.
Sounds like you got some
cracks to fill, so fill 'em.
(Witherspoon sighs)
- (footsteps retreating)
- (Havemeyer sighs)
(indistinct chatter)
(car engine shuts off)
What happened?
Business disagreement.
What you need?
Franklin.
Why?
'Cause he murdered my father.
So all you got to do is point.
Me and Franklin don't socialize.
I need you to fix that.
Fuck you.
Don't forget that you work
for me, you sell my drugs.
You make a lot of fucking money.
All I'm asking for is Franklin.
Tomorrow...
I put my husband in the ground,
and I got Franklin
to thank for that.
Jerome's dead?
That's right.
(sighs)
So,
seems like you and me...
We got something in common.
After the funeral,
I'll do whatever the
fuck you want me to do...
Slit Franklin neck to
nuts, if I get the chance.
Until then,
leave me alone.
(engine starts)
("Boadicea" by Enya playing)
(singer vocalizing)
♪
I think about Jerome
and how sweet he was,
how much everybody
says he loved Louie.
And I can't help but
think about losing you.
Well, I'm right here
with you, Mrs. Simmons.
Yeah.
Yeah.
But just a few days ago, Jerome
was right there with Louie.
I'm scared, Lee.
The fuck was that?
(crowd murmuring)
Y'all may pay y'all respect
to the Saint family.
- Oso.
- Hey.
Sorry for your loss, amigo.
(speaks Spanish)
Uh-huh.
Listen, I've got some
good news for you.
Make sure you come
to the repast after.
We'll talk there. All right?
I'm sorry, baby.
Louie, um...
I'm-I'm so sorry.
He didn't page you?
Ask for your gun
at the junkyard?
Nah.
All right.
♪ Pass me not ♪
♪ O gentle Savior ♪
♪ Hear my humble cry... ♪
MINISTER: Jesus and
his hallowed Father
work in mysterious ways.
But today is no mystery.
♪ Thou art smiling... ♪
Too often I have
blamed these deaths
on young men with guns.
♪ Help my unbelief... ♪
Today I finally understand
that all the rest of
us are guilty, too.
♪ Savior... ♪
And it's not just us.
It's the church leaders,
the city council,
and the millionaires have
all brought this pain
to our streets.
Our people are suffering.
And we have not done near
enough to succor them.
♪ Do not pass me by. ♪
MAN: Excuse me.
Hey, nigga.
You gonna kill the motherfuckers
that did that to Rome?
All right.
FRANKLIN: What you
need from me, Auntie?
I need you to answer
a question for me.
What's that?
Why'd you come back for me?
I was raised to respect
women, you know?
It's a man's duty.
And there's no way I could
have lived with myself
if I left you there with Kane.
That it?
No.
No, no, no, no, no.
You made me a promise
in that warehouse.
I need all the help I can get.
You are the devil.
You know that?
("My People... Hold On" by
Eddie Kendricks playing)
Yeah.
I know.
♪ My people ♪
♪ Hold on ♪
♪ People ♪
♪ People, the time has come ♪
♪ In this land ♪
♪ When the lion must
lay down with the lamb ♪
♪ Brothers and sisters ♪
♪ Live side by side ♪
♪ Hold on to love ♪
♪ Let its light be your guide ♪
- ♪ My people ♪
- ♪ My people ♪
♪ Hold on ♪
♪ Say it, say it, say ♪
♪ My people ♪
♪ Hold on ♪
- ♪ My people ♪
- ♪ My people ♪
- ♪ Hold on ♪
- ♪ Hold on to love ♪
♪ My people ♪
- ♪ Hold on to one another ♪
- ♪ Hold on ♪
♪ The Lord God said ♪
♪ Love ye one another. ♪
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