Cracking Snowfall

Call an ambulance!

You know her?

She's one of the girls I killed.

No...

I'm giving you one more shot, Teddy.

You go to your father's and look him in the eye.

You fuck this up, and I'm going to kill you.

There's nothing I wouldn't do for you.

I'm only taking two.

Well, I've got four.

The Volpes already got enough coke,

and I ain't nickel-and-dimin' in the Valley.

-That's how you get arrested.

-All right, all right, all right.

-What about, like, Bel Air or some shit?

-Unh-unh.

Told y'all I got a cousin named Devon up in Oakland.

Think I could take the car for a few hours?

Aah!

Going to offer you my product.

Get the fuck out of here.

# Hey, hey! Come on

# Soul

# Searching Hey... #

Hello.

Thought you might've taken off for Vegas.

Well, I was driving down 52nd,

some kids tossed a baseball.

Smashed your driver's side window.

You're kidding me.

I got it fixed. 50 bucks at Big Earl's.

That's my Cho money. So I took some more.

"How you doin', Franklin?"

"I'm fine, Mama. Thanks for asking."

Right, right.

-Thanks for fixing it.

-Yeah.

But call me next time, OK?

Didn't want to interrupt the spades club.

-How'd it go?

-Me and Agatha was

breakin' fools left and right.

Whoo! Attagirl.

Good for you.

# Everywhere I go

# Soul searching

# On the radio

# Soul searching everywhere I go... #

Mrs Hamilton.

Hi, it's, Franklin.

Is Kev up?

..Thank you.

What's up with it?

Talk to me about Oakland.

If we don't start trusting each other,

these deals are going to take a long time.

Are you in a hurry?

Most of that...

..goes towards the next shipment, OK?

So don't get too attached.

Hernan's cut.

You're trouble, sabas?

This is for you.

You saved our asses.

Gracias.

Are you going to go give it to him right now?

Si. I'll pick up some food on my way back.

Shh.

Si.

PANTING

Yeah.

SHE MOANS

Oso.

Oso.

Yeah...

It was a mess.

Logan ODing, the girl screaming.

Kristin ran for the phone, was dialling 911.

What would you have done? Let the cops find 50 keys and a dead CIA officer?

No, see, I would've told the truth

when the next CIA officer asked me about it

instead of insisting that he was paranoid and crazy.

I didn't know you. Couldn't risk poisoning the well like that.

Yeah, no, I'm here. Go ahead.

No. That's...that's great for now.

..OK.

I'll be in touch. Bye.

They trace the number?

Yeah, the number's registered to Kristin's apartment.

She mention a roommate or boyfriend or...

No, but, boyfriend is unlikely.

OK. Well, whoever's looking for her

is staying at her place.

We need to figure out who that is.

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

CAR DOOR SHUTS

ENGINE STARTS

Jesus.

She looks like her.

-Want a beer?

-Sure.

That's the only intel the agency could get us.

PHONE RINGS

She's a graduate student?

She was. She dropped out.

You want to get that?

She's working as a paralegal. ANSWERPHONE: Hello, I'm not in right now.

Best I can tell...after maybe a week of not hearing from her sister...

she decides to get in the car

and drive out here.

So we need to figure out what else she knows.

She's a grad student. What can she do?

Exactly what she's been doing.

She can ask around, she can make some noise.

She can go to the police.

So I, for one, will sleep much better knowing

that she's not gotten any traction.

I imagine probably you will, too.

And there is...one more thing I need to talk to you about.

OK, what's that?

The bodies.

You didn't just dump 'em in the canyon, did you?

No, I took them all out of town, buried them.

Where?

I'm not sure exactly.

Right, you're not sure exactly

where you buried three dead girls?

It was somewhere off Highway 14 in the Antelope Valley.

I could take you out there if you want to.

God, no. I don't...that's...

I just need to know that they're not going to be a problem.

Hey, look, I drove out as far as I could

and I dug until I couldn't feel my arms, OK?

Now can I ask you a question?

If, by some chance, this... the sister does have traction...

You mean, if, um,

she's found something that would jeopardize the op?

Yeah.

Then we have to deter her.

Let's hope it hasn't come to that.

So how far is Oakland?

Man. It's not too bad. Only, like, seven hours.

-Seven hours?

-Yeah, man.

You know that road trips take time, man.

It's an experience.

All right, all right.

Cho got himself a new butler?

You know where we going?

I thought you've been to Oakland before.

Once. Way back when, though.

-Take a Ding-a-Ling.

-Ding Dongs, man.

Hey, you know, Leon ain't never been outside of LA?

Man, whatever, homie. I'm gambling my life around with you in this bucket.

Hey, don't distract my hoo-ride.

Sure your cousin got it hooked up?

I told you, my cousin Devon say he going to make sure we straight.

We going to be straight when this piece of shit

blow up on the freeway?

Y'all worry too much. Y'all going to love Oakland.

So just relax, baby. Damn!

ENGINE STARTS

We here?

Look lively, niggas.

-'Bout time.

-Man, what the fuck?

I told you he ride.

So we're just going to walk two keys into a damn biker rally?

Man, we can't even see to get in there.

Should've came strapped.

What part of family do y'all not understand?

We all good.

I gotta piss, so come on.

Hey, for real, homie, where the door at?

MUSIC PLAYS

Hey, the record's fucking skippin'.

Nicky! Go!

-Fuck that shit, man. Fuck that.

-What's that music?

Hey, who the fuck let y'all in?

Whoa, whoa, hold on, man. Hey...

I'm Devon's cousin. Little Kev from LA?

Devon said if we came up here,

everything would be good and...

-Get out the way, man.

-All right... All right, cool.

A'ight, so you just going to let him know we here, then?

Family? That's your mama's side or your dad's?

Mama's, but I ain't never really met him like that.

Go ahead, girl! Whoo!

Whoo!

Y'all seen Devon?

Hey, Kev.

He going to be here, man.

-The fuck you still so skinny?

-I'm going to punch you.

You better punch me.

-What's up, cos?

-What's up with it?

-Hey, man.

-Yeah, yeah, what...

This place look great, man.

Shit, this the motherfucking hub here.

-Hey, these my peeps.

-What's up, man?

-What up, homie?

-How's it going?

What up?

You're Two Keys, right?

Franklin. Little Joe here?

No, but you're on the radar.

Kick your feet up for a minute. The bar over there.

-How long you going to be?

-Man, we just got here.

Let's do the deal, get the money,

and get the fuck outta here.

You refusing my motherfucking hospitality?

Hey, I'm cool to party while we wait.

They'll like him. He like to party.

But you refusing my motherfucking hospitality.

Hey, look, he don't know no better.

Look,

whether Little Joe rolls up in a minute

or a motherfucking hour, I can't say.

But he'll be here. A'ight?

All right.

A'ight?

A'ight?

Shit, man, let's have some fun around this bitch.

Hey, can I get in on that game?

Hell, yeah. I told you, man, you home, man.

Watch that nigga.

We home, man.

Hey, look, so what you going to do?

-You going to chill?

-Do your thing, man.

-I'm-a hang back.

-All right.

You're supposed to be selling.

Come on, man. I just need a little come up

for the tricks, man.

All right, go find some place. Last thing I need

is these motherfuckers knowing I got this shit, all right?

Getting' into our samples, man.

I'm about to get in some coochie.

I'll let you know if she got a friend.

Yeah, yeah.

I love this song!

Hey, hold still now before I fuck this up.

Yeah!

Y'all know if Devon in there?

Maybe. Whiteboy Bobby hotboxing the shit out...

Hey, he brought acid, too.

Hey, hey, hey.

How's she lookin'?

Come on. See for yourself.

Look at that, man.

-Wow.

-Yeah.

I know.

I always wanted to be an artist.

But life derailed my dreams, man.

Hey, you want a tat?

-Nah. I'm good.

-You sure?

Hey, man. I'm good. I did a dime in San Quentin.

I'm the best.

What's up with this backpack, cutie?

You got class?

I got to do somethin'.

Yeah, yeah....

You broke it, man.

Hey, what the fuck is up in there?

Any word from Little Joe?

-Little Joe?

-Put the music back on, man!

Somebody's got blow? Is it him?

He ain't got nothing that concerns you.

Hey, the fuck he don't. Why he holding out?

Came here to do a deal, man.

Man, watch your motherfucking tone when you're around me, man.

Hey!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Her pussy turned into a fucking mouth on me, man.

Her cooze was a mouth!

It's still just my pussy, Bobby. Chill.

Hey, hey, hey...

Hey, man, where you going? Put that thing away, man!

Bobby!

Yo, that's why I never licked no pussy right there.

We sold the rest of the first shipment.

I see that.

The powder wasn't moving quick enough,

and Alejandro was going to cut us off if we couldn't pay.

So you just made a deal behind my back?

Yeah, with Gustavo's people. He wanted to keep things simple.

Since when do we care what Gustavo wants?

Since he found a way to move the product.

So where's my cut?

Or does he get that, too?

I made him a partner.

It was the only way he was going to help us.

OK.

-OK?

-Sure.

You made the deal, you can pay him out of your end.

Pedro, that's fucked up.

More fucked up than you giving Gustavo

a third of this business without consulting me?

I didn't have a choice.

-You would've done the same thing.

-No, I wouldn't have.

What's going on with you?

You're the hardest bitch I know,

and now you're just giving away our business?

Come on.

Pedro.

Pedro, we need him.

Bullshit, you like him.

-I'm just trying to keep this alive.

-You fucking him?

-Excuse me?

-You heard me.

Tell me you're not, that it's just business.

Then I'll know I can trust you.

I'm not fucking him.

Bueno.

HE SPITS

HE COUGHS

Come on.

No fucking way.

HUBBUB OF VOICES

Sure, that's going to St Augustine by this afternoon.

I'm going to need you to understand what it is to...

..have your dignity,

your self-respect, and make sure that other people

respect you, too.

Chest out.

Head up.

Shoulders high.

My son.

My son.

Who are you?

My bad. Sorry. I ain't know anybody else was in here.

-I can go.

-Hold on.

Are you... OK?

Yeah.

Um...

Do you have any idea if this used to be a Black Panther office?

I think it was.

I think I came here when I was a kid to see my dad.

Well, back when he was doing his thing.

We're all just doing our thing.

Yeah, I guess.

So what you doin' up in here?

I mean, you too fine to be hanging out...

Come on.

Ta-da.

Wh-What's that?

It's my new favourite.

Let me see.

-I-I won't...

-Ooh.

I-I won't touch it.

-Just...hold it out.

-Ooh.

OK, but be careful. This is the last of it.

I ain't never seen that before.

Where you get it from?

You're a star.

You know where to get more?

The star...is a door.

This room...

is a door life.

Is...is life, is all doors.

They're just...you know, they're just...just opening.

-Yeah.

-Opening...

You on your way to space, for sure.

Opening.

I want to see what it is. Go get some more?

I'll buy it.

I like you, Star.

I like you, too.

Well, you're not about to walk around here barefoot?

Why not? It feels...it feels good.

Well, you're going to mess those pretty feet up.

You think they're pretty?

You know you got beautiful feet.

Thank you, Star.

..get that quarter piece, man.

Smoke this right now, brother.

Hey, don't even think about firing that shit up here.

Move your ass along.

All right. All right, all right.

-What you need, man?

-What's up?

Hey, there, girlie girl.

Back already with them pretty-ass toes?

You got 20?

20? Yeah.

..20.

OK, come on. Let's go.

-Actually, I can't right now.

-No...

Why don't you go back to the special place

and maybe I'll see you later?

OK.

Bye, Franklin.

You probably right, yeah. She fine, but she crazy.

How long's that going to last her?

I don't know. She'll probably be back tonight.

And it's coke?

Rocked up, yeah.

-Why is it so cheap?

-I ain't no cook, nigga.

I just move the shit.

I'll buy everything you got.

If you show me who cooked it.

Crossin' a line now, blood.

I ain't got no piece, man.

Country motherfucker. What the fuck are you doing?

No tricks, no games, man.

I just want to know how y'all make what y'all making.

Nice shoes.

You want to meet the Wizard?

Hell, yeah.

All right, hold down the spot.

Wait. You seriously going to take him to Swim?

This nigga got two keys of coke on him. Hell, yeah.

Let's go, Dorothy.

Watch your shit. That's mud right there.

-Good looking out.

-Yeah, yeah.

Go ahead.

Come on, man.

Where the fucking E key?

Hey, man. He cool.

He from LA.

Why you didn't say that at first, man?

He from LA?

So who are you, Michael Jackson?

No, this nigga too dark to be Michael Jackson.

He more like Sidney Poitier.

No.

I don't know why this Bobby Womack-ass nigga

brought you here to my place of business

when he should have had his ass out there working.

Look, Swim. This nigga right here cleaned me out

just so he can meet you.

And you see what he packin'.

Nigga, you stupid right now.

It's my fault. I asked.

I just want to know how y'all make what y'all makin'.

Go on.

Go knock that shit off,

and don't come back till you're done, boy.

What's your name?

Franklin.

They call me Swim, cos I'm either swimming in some money

or swimming in some pussy.

Shit don't make no sense, man.

I agree.

Either you make it make sense to me,

or I just gotta simplify.

And you know what I mean, right?

I can't tell you if my luck's been running good or bad, man.

But y'all doing something here and I'm trying to get in on.

Now, I might be taking a leap of faith.

Shit, I might be dumb as fuck.

But this shot, this shot,

it feels like it's worth takin'.

Cos I got things I gotta do.

Things I want.

You understand what I'm sayin'?

If you're the man cookin' this up,

it means you an artist.

In my experience, artists create,

and they want the whole world to experience it.

You an artist, Swim?

Maybe.

So teach me. Show me how to create the way you do.

I'll take it back to LA and I'll spread the word.

Angelico.

We're going to cook up one more batch tonight.

Keep up now. We going to go fast, you dig?

So these Peruvians, right, when they make they cocaine,

they got this paste.

This cocaine paste at the bottom of their barrel.

They call it "bah-say." Nasty shit.

But you take this "bah-say," you roll it into a cigarette,

that shit gets you fucked up, Jack.

I had some of my boys who flew down to Peru for a weekend.

They chasing pussy and whatnot, getting some sunshine.

They smoke this bah-say with some bitches

and they love it. Bitches love it, too.

And they keep hearin' it.

Bah-say, bah-say, bah-say, bah-say.

It keeps going in their head.

Bah-say, bahss, bahss, bahss, bahss, bahss.

Base.

Come back to the Bay Area

thinkin' that bah-say was more than what it was.

Pull out their chemistry sets, try to figure out a way

to free the base from the cocaine.

They didn't even know what the fuck they was doing,

but next thing you know, they unlocked some whole new shit.

And like many other inventions in America,

it was just a big, beautiful mistake.

Now crack is the same thing, but it's cheaper, simpler,

and safer to make.

We don't fuck with no ether no more, do we, Angel?

Nah, ether do what ether want to do.

Those the only ingredients?

It's like bacon and eggs, Bert and Ernie.

Sometime it only take two things that complement each other

-to make something great.

-Peas and carrots.

Peas and fucking carrots.

Now here's the tricky part.

Yeah. You see that?

See those rocks? They're starting to swim like tadpoles.

Can I get high from breathing these fumes in?

You get a contact, but you won't get high.

You want to hit this shit when we done?

Nah, I don't use.

You should consider it, my nigga.

That shit open up dark places in your brain,

these places ain't never been touched.

Deep, dark places.

Light you up like you never been lit.

Now here we go. Like the Earth,

she cools down until she hardens.

Thus creation is born.

You get 50 for this rock, man.

He tweakin'.

We can make some more?

Shit. How much more?

All of it.

And you're sure about that?

Was anyone there to pick her up?

And is this your first report about it?

All right.

So what time was that?

OK.

Hi.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Hi, hi.

Can I just talk to you for just one sec? I just need one sec.

It's about a missing person. Please.

I just need to talk to you. I'm trying...

I'm trying to find my friend. She's a missing person.

Her name is Jess Avon. Please, I know...

I can see that you are busy here...

Sir, can you please keep calm and lower your voice?

-We'll get to you when we can.

-Unbelievable.

Excuse me.

Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you.

But did...did you say that your friend's name was Jess Avon?

Yeah.

Why? You know her?

No, um, I know of her.

Can we talk for a minute?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sure.

OK.

I'm Victoria, by the way.

Reed Thompson.

Hi. Um...

Bueno.

Ay!

Someday soon it's going to be foot soldiers doing all the runs

instead of rancheros.

Even though seem to think nothing's changing.

Too much up for grabs.

These bastards are changing the tempo of the whole thing

and from prison.

Shit. They're going to redraw the whole map.

That's what they're going to do.

Being boss? Always looking ahead.

Yeah? What can you see?

What's up with you?

Nothing.

Listen, the other night at the party, um...

..that's a nice thing you said.

Sorry I got on your case, you know.

I was, um... you know.

Papa?

I've gotta tell you something.

-What time is it?

-What's up, man?

Saint.

Little Joe ever show up?

Did he ever. Fuck is wrong with you?

Devon was mad as hell, man. You almost got me killed.

Shit would've been better, though.

I'm never drinking again.

My bad, man. Sorry I left.

Just had to leave, man. Get my mind right.

-All night?

-Got caught up.

Come on, man. Open the door. Shit.

-Shotgun.

-Man, shotgun.

Hey, we hit 7-Eleven before we hit the highway?

Yeah. Sure, baby. You know.

Soon as Franklin tell us why he blew the deal

we drove all the way the fuck out here for.

And why he got me kicked out my own cousin's spot.

And where the hell he been all night.

Then we can go to 7-Eleven, Leon.

-What the hell?

-The fuck is that?

Our future.

Man...

Nigga, you crazy, man.

-"Our future."

-Fool trippin'.

Fuck you talking about?

I don't want to hear all that. We going home.

-"The future."

-What future?