Drama series about the early days of crack and its effect on black communities in LA. Teddy has flown all the way to the Nicaraguan jungle to find Alejandro and the weapons.
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This programme contains some violent scenes and very strong language.
-Open up the door, homie.
-Shit! Whoa, God!
-Hey, what we talkin' about, man?
-Couple grand, huh?
You take that gun out of this house, you better be ready to use it.
-They're decommissioned, they're on their way to destruction.
You have a problem with the serial numbers?
OK, before we go, you and I, we get power tools,
we grind the numbers out ourselves.
-Tomas o Enrique?
-It should be Enrique.
No, I told you, Enrique's a killer.
He's big, el vato.
I'll make sure the door's unlocked.
You two go in behind me.
CAR DOORS CREAK AND SLAM
TAP TURNS OFF WITH A CREAK
Found out where Karvel's staying.
Word is he been spendin' too.
Nasty down here.
Smell like my cousin's mattress.
BULLET RICOCHETS Shit!
We go over there, hope you do better than that.
What you need to do is shoot something real.
Get the fuck outta here, man.
You can't kill nothin' living, how you going to kill Karvel?
You real enough? You want me to shoot you? Huh?
Hey, give me that shit.
-Don't want that booty bandit near me.
Come on, square ass, let me get that shit.
Man, back up, fake-ass Tookie.
-Hey, come on, let me get it.
Shit. My bad, nigga.
This is a loaded fucking gun! What the hell is wrong with you, man?!
All right, you ain't gotta be doing all that yelling.
You want to be the triggerman, go ahead. It's all you.
MUSIC: One Thing Leads To Another by The Fixx
# The deception with tact
# Just what are they trying to say?
# They've got a blank face
# Which irritates
# Communicate pull out their party piece
# They see dimensions in two
# State their case in black or white
# But when one little cross leads to shots, grit your teeth... #
# They run for cover so discreet why don't they
# Do what they say say what you mean
# And, baby one thing leads to another
# You tell me something wrong I know I listen too long
# But then one thing leads to another... #
Amigo, amigo. No, no, no!
Shit, wait. Er, hey! Er...
Paz. Paz. I come in paz.
-How the fucking hell did you get here?
Are you wondering which planes I took, specifically,
or what podunk towns I took them to?
Or you're asking how I found
this well-hidden haven of guerrilla warfare?
Let's put it this way, it's a good thing the Sandinistas
don't have access to the same satellites as the CIA.
So, you came here for the rockets?
I told you - those serial numbers are coming off.
Well, I've got the FSLN breathing down my neck,
I've got mines to set, coke to pack...
Then we should probably get started now.
Tell your men.
You have a leech on your bicep.
Oh, Je... Oh, God. Ugh!
THE MEN LAUGH AND CHATTER
I put one of those iodine tablets in it.
Has it been at least 30 minutes?
Cos it takes at least 30 minutes for the iodine
-to start to kill off the pathogens.
-Just drink it.
Hey, who's that kid? He belong to anyone?
Wandered into camp a while back, lived on a ranch nearby.
Said his dad got sick and died.
Yeah. Where did you learn such good Spanish, GI Joe?
Er, University. You want to play some music?
Don't want to waste battery.
Only station we get here is news, anyway.
-You a baseball fan?
Got any of your own?
Shit, yeah. Jesus, what am I saying? Um...I have a son.
You remember his name? Or you forget that too?
His name is Paul. He is two.
Guessing you don't get to see him much.
Yeah, well, you know, travel to tropical paradises
-seems to keep me otherwise occupied lately.
Been circling for weeks.
Only a matter of time before they find us.
You don't like him?
No, but you still don't like him.
He wasn't always so difficult.
You lose enough, changes you.
Underneath it all, he just wants his life back, same as the rest of us.
-Sounds like you know him pretty well.
..he's my husband.
No, he didn't!
There's your money.
Those rims is 800 bucks apiece.
At least his punk-ass know how to get down.
-Sure he in here?
-I don't know.
Hey, hold up. You ready to smoke his ass, right?
Cos if we take that car, he going to hunt us down
and rape our asses like a couple of bitches too.
Stay with me, man.
Nigga so turnt out, he turnt over.
Man, what the fuck?
HEAVY THUD, BOTTLE CLINK
HE SNIFFS AND COUGHS
How much longer do we have to wait?
Dark like... Like 7:30? Or...?
But it gets dark at like...
Aw, I don't like this kind.
The caramel...gets stuck in my teeth.
My hands are dirty.
-We gotta watch her. Keep an eye.
I mean, look at her.
She's not handling this well.
She takes spiders outside, yells at me if I kill one.
Can't even handle spider guts - how's she supposed to...?
Do you think it was weird Enrique had that poster on his wall?
It was near where I found his hand when we were cleaning.
This guy's good.
I like the way he draws tits.
It was for some movie called Prom Night.
"If you're not back by midnight, you won't be coming home."
How bad is it?
I've seen worse.
You know what you're doing, right?
Why would Enrique have a poster like that on his wall?
I don't see him liking a movie enough to buy the poster.
Maybe he found it?
Or somebody gave it to him?
HE GRUNTS IN PAIN
HE BREATHES HEAVILY
What you going to do?
Cocaine's an anaesthetic.
Is that better?
The pain is all gone.
You kidding me?
All I'm sayin' is the car's yours.
You're kidding me?
It's in mint condition, brand-new. It just comes with a slight hitch.
And he's in there right now?
-This ice cream cake boy?
You bring this bullshit to my house?
To my driveway?
It's only cos we know the astute kind of businessman you are,
and you appreciate a cool-ass deal.
Why is he fucking talking to me?
I'm disappointed. This is pea-brains.
What you think, I got some kind of barter system set up here?
And bringing me your enemies - what, so I gotta deal with them?
-Nah, more like an offering.
-Yeah, maybe try out
-some of the bulletproof vests on him or something.
-Get out of my sight with this, and get my money. Otherwise...
When we going to finish our game?
-These are my children. Say hi, children.
I've adopted them. I'm raising them up to be men.
I'll be a second.
It's a project I've been working on, so...begone, children.
-Man, that's some bullshit.
-Just be patient.
Be patient? I've been patient like a goose, motherfucker.
-How is a goose patient?
-You know what I mean.
The Mojave Desert... is my burial spot of choice.
I suggest you dig deep so that the coyotes don't get him.
I'm sorry, sorry. Er, sorry, sorry... Er...
She likes you.
She doesn't like anyone.
Can I show you something?
American baseball big in my town.
Red Sox my favourite.
Mm. Kansas City for me.
-The Royals suck ass.
So, you're CIA, right?
You, er...know about the CIA?
I know you help us.
Fuck the commies, right?
You go to other camps too?
No, not yet.
But you might?
You know, I don't know.
And you will bring them guns and stuff too?
I hate them. Always same dumb joke.
You said baseball was big in your town - what town are you from?
Jinotega. San Jose de Bocay.
So how'd you come here?
My dad died. Then I came.
What happened to him?
You're no fucking fun, man.
MUSIC: The Chicago Party Theme by Jesus Wayne
-Hey, let's roll his ass off a cliff and split, man.
-Let the wolves eat his ass.
-Just leave his body out in the open?
That's the dumbest thing I ever heard.
Don't hear you offering up anything better.
-LOUD THUMP BOTH:
-You locked me in the trunk?!
-This is not happening.
-This my trunk?!
-He sounds really mad right now.
We gotta pull over and deal with this shit.
-We're not far enough out yet.
-How far we gotta be?
Get me the fuck up out of here.
Pull this car over. Shit!
You're going to need some antibiotics.
It's going to get infected.
-Nada. Thinking about my gym.
Not a wrestling gym, no mas. A boxing gym, too.
And in two months...
-I'll paint the floor red.
It'll be purita quality.
All steel frame, corner cushions, ring padding, ring skirts.
Double-level... HE SPEAKS IN SPANISH
Pedro, what did you do?
I shot a rat.
It was coming at me.
That's not a rat.
Fuck you, it's not a rat - look at it!
This is a possum, pendejo.
Possums are nocturnal.
Who gives a shit what it is?
We have a house full of coke and a body in your trunk.
What if somebody calls the cops?
You got his blood on you.
Just going to get all dirty again.
Oso? Can you...
Can you put in in the trunk?
We'll bury it with Enrique.
You have a bag?
-Man, let me up outta here!
-Yeah, yeah, crank it.
-# I used to think I was tied to a heartache
# That was the heartbreak
# But now that I found you
# Even the nights are better... #
QUIET THUMPING AND MUFFLED SHOUTS
# Now that we're here together
# Even the nights are better
# Since I found you... #
-Get me up outta this trunk!
# Even the days are brighter... #
MUSIC: Breakout by Arnie Love & The Lovettes
RADIO CONTINUES QUIETLY
Did he pass out?
-Oh, shit! Oh, shit!
-He's got a crowbar!
Gimme the gun, gimme the gun, gimme the gun. Hurry up! Gimme that shit!
-GUNSHOT AND RINGING
-Get off me!
Oh, shit no.
ALL SHOUT AND CURSE
I ain't jumpin' down that.
Coke's ready. Help me load the Jeep.
We need a better way.
The guy transporting the coke leaves from Colombia or Peru
or wherever the fuck.
Processing it here doesn't make any sense.
We should be synthesising it where it's grown, transporting it after.
It means dealing with Colombians. Trying to avoid that.
Wait. Just give me a minute, will you?
I saw the kid coming out of this tree when I first arrived.
I climbed up there later and I found this.
It's called a firefly, an infrared transmitter -
anybody with a receiver can locate it,
and thus the camp.
Someone in a helicopter, say.
Only reason they haven't attacked yet
is he didn't attach the battery properly.
I can't believe I didn't see this.
The Sandinistas are smart, using a kid, but...
..he asked a lot of questions...
..and he knew about the CIA...
..and he was from Bocay...
..but, er...mostly I can tell when someone's lying to me.
Give it to me.
We'll put it in a tree five miles east.
When the helicopters come, we'll shoot them down.
He could be useful. You could turn him into a double.
Can't risk it.
He's just a kid.
A kid who tried to kill us all.
You've seen people die before.
You've seen someone die before?
PAGER BUZZES AND BEEPS
Fuck. Fuck! 911! My dad. I gotta go.
Give me your keys.
I can't take my car - there's all this shit in the trunk. Come on!
-You're not right, ese.
-Ramiro pages him, he has to go.
-Be suspicious if he doesn't.
Hand over your keys, you fuckin' oaf.
I know what happened.
The fuck you talkin' about?
In Enrique's kitchen...
..when Gustavo was knocked out...
..and that fuckin' animal was on top of me,
with his hands round my neck, choking me to death...
..and you just stood there, with that fuckin' knife, staring.
-No, you don't know what you're saying.
If Gustavo hadn't woken up, Pedro, I'd be dead.
You know it, and I know it.
Before you go to your father's, you have to go home,
and put on your own clothes first -
and once you're there, keep your head up...
..just like that, and look him in the eye.
I have to go home first, put on my own clothes.
Keep my head up.
Look him in the eye.
You fuck this up, and I'm going to kill you.
Come back after it's done.
How the hell this motherfucker still alive?
I don't know, maybe he zombified.
You're stupid. You're stupid.
You know he like an animal.
I can't see no more blood.
Where'd he go?
Nigga, I don't know! What am I, a fuckin' Navajo?
Found the trail.
SHOUTING AND SCREAMING
You should sleep.
Are you telling me what to do?
Cos, you know...
..technically, I'm your boss.
I'm just kidding.
I just saw you...
..crush a man's skull with your bare hands.
I think that boss-employee relationship flew out the window.
What's going on with that?
I don't know.
Do you have any brothers or sisters?
How did it go?
Arturo went to Enrique's house,
three hours after we left.
-That was close. We could've still been there.
-Yeah, but it worked.
Ramiro thinks Enrique ran off after stealing the money.
Come on. It's time. Let's go.
I heard you wanted to let the kid go.
You know how much damage that would've done?
We're not flying into Hawthorne.
Didn't have time to vet the customs guys.
Where are we going to land, then?
I'll come back in ten to pick you up.
-Go. Get the fuck out of here.
In a few weeks, you should start receiving shipments,
supplies and weapons and...
..whatever you need.
Give this to Alejandro.
Tell him, "Don't forget."
Y'all had an animal back there?
I'll give you 23K.
-Twenty...?! I bought it yesterday, it's brand-new.
-And the custom rims.
But you sure can fuck up an upholstery job in 24 hours.
-All right, man.
-Wait one sec. Let me confer with my business associate.
You the one that went to that fancy school,
but my math tell me that ain't enough to pay that Israeli.
I got somethin' else I could sell.
You are full of surprises.
A Caddy and a crotch rocket.
Hey. Can I have this?
All right. I'll take it.
I'll give you 800.
What a kid like you going to do with all that money anyway?
Now we re-up.
Listen, er, thanks for, man, er...
Hey, don't worry about it.
Hey, where you goin'?
Hit me tomorrow.
Should invest in your own shovel if you're in it for the long haul.
And always keep plenty of heavy-duty garbage bags
in the trunk of your car.
And rubber gloves.
Set the kid up with three more kilos.
Er, actually, um...
..you lasted longer than I thought you would, kid.
This isn't for everybody.
Why don't you get out of the pool, and bring your tight ass over here?
Teddy has flown all the way to the Nicaraguan jungle to find Alejandro and the weapons, and when he gets there he sees the real conditions the Contras are fighting under.
Double-crossed again, Franklin and Leon hunt down the thief and this time, they've learned they need to do their own dirty work.
Gustavo, Pedro and Lucia are hiding out in a safe house to avoid suspicion. Gustavo is wounded, Lucia is nervous and Pedro is going out of his mind with worry.