Previously on "Unsolved"...
Who would want to hurt Biggie?
Shit, you guys know.
- No, what does that mean? - Death Row? Suge?
Where are you guys with your investigation?
Frustrated.
I'm taking you off the Christopher Wallace case.
What?
Dirty cops linked between David Mack and Death Row.
You're wondering if it all ties back to Biggie Smalls.
Not till we get the full scope of Perez.
Get out of the car now!
I want full immunity.
I'm gonna tell you everything.
There's a high probability
that this casing matches one
connected to the Tupac murder.
So a Vegas trip is on the docket?
Yo, you're saying you're the reason his ass got lit up?
Pfft, that nigga's buggin'.
Biggie just dropped some new heat.
Called that joint "Who Shot Ya?"
It's time to go to war with Bad Boy.
And the winner is...
First of all, I'd like to thank God.
Second of all, I'd like to thank
my whole entire Death Row family,
on both sides, you know what I'm saying?
West side, baby!
I'd like to tell Tupac to keep his guards up.
We ride with him.
Whoo-whoo!
One other thing I'd like to say,
any artist out there who want to be an artist,
and want to stay a star, but don't want to...
Don't have to worry about the state of producer
trying to be all in the videos,
all on the record, dancing,
come to Death Row.
I mean, that's Suge's appeal.
You know he gonna say how he feel to your face.
But Puffy do be taking his shaking his ass
every chance he get.
Well, that's Puff.
I mean, I thought Puff and Suge were boys,
but you got a five-time champ.
Brooklyn, baby. Know what I'm saying?
They be loving my joint.
Hell yeah, they love it. It's my shit.
Big Poppa is a straight robber.
But in '93, you were rolling with Biggie.
Yeah, he was reppin' thug life.
Then Puffy had him doing my shit.
But as long as we was homeboys it was okay.
But a nigga want to act like he don't owe me more
than to just hurt his head?
He owe me more than that. Big owe me more than that.
Yo, it wasn't like that.
About the shit that went down, I can't really talk about.
But I was there for Pac.
I tried to school him about the niggas he was hanging with,
but Duke do what he want. Nothing I could do.
It's not like he wasn't my man. He still is.
What about this East-West beef.
That ain't me.
Big ain't making no record dissing Tupac.
I'd never disrespect that black man.
Yeah, we all black, brothers.
But it's like this,
I don't want to be fighting.
You know what I'm saying? I just want to get out here,
sell records, and make money.
But am I gonna play nice
just to make people feel comfortable?
Hell no.
But there's no beef, you know what I'm saying?
There's no beef.
I'm too focused about me to be worried about them.
I roll with a tight crew.
I consider all of them family.
Hell...
Family, they fall out,
they get back too.
Sounds like one day you two could be friends again.
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Catches us off guard.
And we shot him.
Where was he shot?
Head, chest.
Let off a few rounds.
He was in bad shape.
And then what?
We realized he didn't have a gun.
So we planted one on him.
You planted a gun?
It's a drop gun. Everybody carries 'em.
What do you mean by everybody?
Everybody in your unit?
Mm, no.
Everybody
in all LAPD gang units.
I'd say 90%,
such as Rampart putting cases on thugs.
Guns, drugs, murder.
It's how we got shit done.
Can you believe this?
No.
They're giving him immunity to point out dirty cops.
But he hasn't said a word about Mack.
Not about the Biggie murder, and not even
- about the bank robbery. - I know.
He's protecting Mack because Mack saved his life.
Look, I hear you, and I don't like it either.
But you and me, we got Perez.
And he's exposing dirty cops.
Our job is done, Russ.
We update the Chief, and we move on.
Our job isn't done, Brian.
Trouble in paradise. Oh, my.
It's Perez. Singing like a bird,
just not the song we expected to hear.
Oh, almost never is, is it?
Hey, what happened in New York,
with your lead? What was it? Zip?
You never told me.
Hey, it's not your case anymore.
That's why I didn't tell you.
Kevin Hackie.
Kevin Hackie told you what you wanted to hear, right?
No.
Yeah, and you shouldn't have been talking to him
in the first place, and I've been trying to be really nice
about this with you, Russ, but you're overstepping.
What about Mack's friend, Amir Muhammad?
What about him?
Just asking, did you look into him?
Yep, matter of fact, I did.
Amir Muhammad, born Harry Billups.
Went to college with Mack.
Did you bring him in? Did you interview him?
He's not a murderer; He's a mortgage broker, Russ.
And Mack was a cop.
Okay, so, why don't you guys just worry about Perez,
and I will worry about Biggie, got it?
- Please do something. - I am doing something, Russ.
You were taken off the case for a reason.
And you know what? You need to get over it, okay?
And believe me, I'm doing everything goddamn necessary.
Police!
We have a warrant to search the premises.
Check there.
This is LAPD.
We have a warrant.
Is anybody here?
Door, check there.
Police. Door.
Door. All the way to Oahu.
There we are.
LAPD. We have a warrant.
Search your premises.
Yeah, heh, I know.
Lawyer called.
Who are you?
Reggie Wright.
The head of security.
Holy shit.
Oh, man, I thought the guy who guarded Suge
would be a little more intimidating.
I'm sorry to disappoint you.
No, it's a relief.
Your name has come up in the past few months there, Junior.
Can't believe everything you hear.
You know, there's a lot of lies out there.
- Not you, though, huh? - Go ahead.
Ask whatever you want. I don't got nothing to hide.
Talked to Vegas PD.
Uh, uh, your guys at the Wilshire division.
- Compton. - Compton! Oh yeah?
You didn't lie to your daddy now, did you?
Where is everybody, huh?
What happened? Suge goes to prison
and then the whole business turns to shit.
Do what you gotta do, all right?
- No one's stopping you. - No shit.
All right, you're gonna search every inch of this place.
All right? We are not leaving till we find something.
Go, go, go.
There isn't anything to find.
No?
All right, where are they?
Probably at a show.
I could see Blondie hanging out with Carrot Top.
You know, I meet with the brass when we get back.
- The Chief? - Yep.
No shit.
- Look at you, Greggers. - Yeah, look at me.
They want an update on our progress.
Perfect timing.
I mean, we could tell him we got the gun
that killed Pac.
- We might have the gun. - It's the gun.
All right, fine, it's the gun.
If only Tupac's mother was the one suing the LAPD.
It's progress. Brass will see that.
You're doing good.
We're doing good.
We're doing all right.
Hey!
You get lost?
Blondie went for thirds at the buffet.
- Come on. - Oh! Don't, don't.
That's getting dangerous. You don't want to do that.
It's not a match.
What?
- Sorry. - Hold up.
What do you mean it's not a match?
It's simple, our ballistics guy said the shell casing
we had didn't come from the gun you...
No, no, no, no. We have one of the casings too.
It matched the gun.
Look, you know how it works with gun tests.
False positives happen all the time.
Not with Glocks, no.
- Our guy says otherwise. - You know, our guy's ATF,
a ballistics expert. Who's your guy?
You have to sign for the gun.
Wait, wait, this is wrong, okay?
You guys screwed up in '96 and you're doing it all over again.
I remember you. Compton PD, right?
Didn't your entire department get shut down for corruption,
but we're the ones who screwed up?
That's bullshit, okay?
That's bullshit. This is bullshit.
You're bullshit!
Come on, we got a flight to catch.
Hey, I wanted it to match.
We can't leave without their casing.
I'm FBI. We're a federal task force.
So let's use some federal flex to get independent testing.
- Yeah! - No, we're not doing that.
Why not? I trust Jim Black over...
Yeah, so do I, but we cannot go to war with Vegas.
- There's no mileage in it. - Says who?
You and your methodical approach?
- Where's that got us? - Easy, Blondie.
It's a match.
And it proves that South Side Crips killed Tupac.
Something I told you one day once.
Something I told Vegas a decade ago.
It's not what we know; It's what we can prove.
The gun is proof.
The gun is leverage
against Corey Edwards,
which maybe gets us to Keefe D,
which maybe gets him to talk about the Biggie murder.
We got nothing.
I'm done.
What?
The Sherriff's Department needs me back.
- Wait, wait, wait. - What?
Oh, you're just now telling us this?
I wanted to go out with some good news, okay?
But come on, even if I had a say in the matter,
what's my argument for staying?
You said it yourself. We got nothing.
Shit. Come on.
- Shit. - Yeah.
I don't know.
I'm telling you, it's good.
- Tabasco on French fries? - Yeah, I swear.
Dad, you have to try it.
- You sure? - Mm-hmm.
- Yeah? Hmm? - Yeah, try it.
Here I go.
Tricked you.
Mm, wow.
Oh, oh... That's not hot at all.
I love it. Give me some more.
Mmm.
Actually, you guys,
did you know that the secret ingredient
to Dad's spectacular spaghetti is... that's right...
Tabasco sauce. Uh-huh.
Mm-hmm, yes.
When are you coming home?
Your dad and I are still working on that.
But soon.
Hear that?
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I'd like to keep enjoying my delicious Tabasco fries.
My favorite snack.
Hungry?
- It depends. - Yeah, on what?
On what it's gonna cost me.
You didn't tell me you were gonna raid Death Row.
And there it is.
Not a big secret, Russ, just
not your concern.
Did you find anything?
You're right, Fred.
I overstepped and I'm sorry.
Yeah, you did.
And yeah, we found something.
Registration for an Impala.
Black?
Cherry Red.
Maybe at night it looked black.
Yeah, maybe.
Or maybe just everyone has Impalas.
Keefe D, Impala. David Mack, Impala.
Some of the Death Row Records, Impala.
Grandmas who play bingo have Impalas.
- What about New York? - New York.
Yeah, New York made me long for Vegas.
- Mm-hmm? - Mm-hmm.
So you didn't learn anything about... Zip?
I learned zip about Zip.
- Okay. - Zip on anyone else.
Except Puffy.
I couldn't believe how many lawyers he has.
- It's totally impressive. - Wow.
You want to hear impressive? This is what I found out.
What?
Looks like, uh, Suge
might've had a DA in his pocket.
What?
Yeah, it was an earlier arrest.
He gets off way too easy.
Months, instead of years.
Turns out the DA has a daughter, a singer,
who becomes the first white artist signed to Death Row.
- You shitting me? - Nope.
Holy shit.
You should be thanking me, Russ.
Come on, man, I stick myself with Biggie;
You go on, you get to take down Perez.
Tyndall tells me you get time with the Chief, huh?
We're just updating him.
- Just updating him? - Yeah.
Make sure that's all you do.
Russ, I'm serious.
I might retire soon,
so he's not gonna affect my career at all.
You know, I'm telling you this as a friend, come on.
Okay.
Look, you walk into the Chief's office,
and you say that you think some cops killed Biggie,
and you have no hard evidence...
They won't let me look for evidence, Fred.
I'm serious.
You gotta be careful, Russ. I mean it.
All right. Thank you for the burger.
You know, every high profile case is debriefing today,
so we get in, we get out.
Hopefully, it will be that quick and painless.
I know; This isn't my first rodeo, remember?
Hey, Brian, how's the family?
Eh, they're all still pretending like they like me.
Glad to hear.
Just, uh, give us a minute to get organized, okay?
- Thank you. - Okay.
You don't know this rodeo.
Biggie isn't like any other case.
Not Torres, not anything.
We have to wait for this room to clear.
What? Why?
What would happen if you go in there and tell them
that Poole was right, that the cops did this?
The Chief would need time for that kind of news to break.
They'd get a press statement ready.
Get the riot gear out.
Hey.
We then confirmed that Daroe
was providing false information.
The investigation into Keefe and the Crips
led to the successful apprehension of a fugitive
named Corey Edwards.
Detective, Corey's not on the suspect list.
Yes, I know, but we believe that he has vital intel.
Vital intel?
According to this, you still don't even have one suspect.
At least a viable one. And no new evidence.
Well, uh, similar to the Torres task force,
we thought that we'd start by vetting every possibil...
Well, the Torres case hasn't gone to trial yet.
And you're here to talk about Christopher Wallace.
Look, Chief, I understand...
Understand this, Detective Kading.
If you and your task force don't deliver tangible results
in the next 30 days,
Detective Tyndall will have to find a new leader for it.
Uh, Chief, with all due respect,
this case has gone unsolved for over ten years.
I know all of the issues around it.
I was there at the beginning.
We can't expect Detective Kading and his team
to put it to bed in less than a year...
Especially not after losing a team member, right?
I understand Detective Tim Brennan
went back to the Sherriff's Department?
Uh, yeah, he got a promotion.
Is this what happened?
Because according to his superiors,
he was more than happy to
"get off the sinking ship."
Detective Kading, no one is saying
that you're not doing your best.
But Voletta Wallace's lawsuit
could cost this city $400 million.
So I need you to prove that your best is good enough.
Thank you.
Okay, just chill out.
Man, you don't tell me to chill out.
You saw those fools run up on us.
Just like I told the other guys,
club policy requires that I see you get in your car and leave.
So where'd you park?
We came in a limo, homey.
Well, walk to it.
Do it.
I'm a cop.
Let's bounce, Jake.
Why fools be trippin'?
You know that fool trying to fight me over a female?
- You remember Candice? - Nah.
- Red bone, hips. - Oh, yeah, yeah.
She was seeing me, Puffy, or his boy at the same time.
The one who acts like his bodyguard.
Man, Puffy ain't trying to fight nobody.
Who he gonna knock out?
Shit, all that motherfucking pop-lockin'
don't build no biceps.
What you got to say now, nigga?
Hey, I told your bitch ass inside
we ain't about all that talk.
Well, you ain't gonna disrespect me like that.
No, nigga, we don't play that shit.
We're from Compton, homey.
I thought I told you to leave.
Don't...
I need backup! He got a gun.
Jake, come on, breathe, homey.
Come on, you're gonna be all right.
Come on, keep breathing, Jake.
I got you. I'm right here.
Keep breathing, brother. Come on.
We're gonna get you some help, all right?
Yo, Suge, what's going on? Are you all right?
- Where are your boys at, Puff? - What? Who?
You know who! You did this shit.
- This is on you! - What was I supposed to do?
No, no, don't put this on me.
- Come on, let's go. - Don't put this on me.
Clear out!
- Don't put this on me, Suge! - Puff.
You sure you don't want me to drive you to the airport?
Yeah, it's okay.
Dane's coach is gonna drive us.
Ah, very funny.
What?
I just...
Just feel like I should be going with you guys.
Even if you could come, you'd be thinking about work
the whole time, so just stop.
Can I at least feel sorry for myself?
No, that is one thing I will not allow, you know?
I mean, hours on the job, fine.
Your little man crush with Dupree, whatever.
But I can't have you feeling sorry for yourself.
You know, you're pretty sexy when you're tough.
Okay, well, that's why you married me.
I'll come out and visit when I can.
We'll make an actual family vacation out of it.
No, you won't.
Hey, Dane, what do you want?
Can I just borrow your headphones?
For the plane.
What, you want to drown out the crying babies
with some Tupac and Biggie; Is that it?
Can I borrow them or not?
You ever meet with the Chief before?
Uh, no.
I feel like the kid caught running in the hall,
and now I'm waiting to see the principal.
Well, we don't have anything to worry about.
We're the good cops.
Detectives, Chief Parks will see you now.
Okay.
Corruption in his own gang unit, uh, Rampart Division,
and he estimated that 90%
of all LAPD gang units
engaged in the same form of corruption.
- Dirty reports, sir. - Uh, dropped guns.
- Physical abuse of arrestees. - Jesus.
90%, he actually said that?
This is not some nightmare I'm gonna wake up from.
I'm afraid not, sir.
Perez made no mention of the bank robbery
involving David Mack.
He continues to deny any involvement on that front.
Well, I guess I'll take the good news where I can get it.
Anything else?
Uh, no, sir.
Then lay out all the details in your report.
The Department's gonna have to deal with this the best we can.
There is no room for corruption in the LAPD.
Not even 1%.
Thank you, sir.
Chief, I think Russ...
I think Detective Poole has discovered some interesting
things regarding the Biggie Smalls murder.
You two aren't working that case.
I know, but, um...
Russ?
Uh, sir...
I believe that Rafael Perez is withholding information
that supports my suspicion
that David Mack was contracted
by Suge Knight, the owner of Death Row Records,
to murder Christopher Wallace, AKA Biggie Smalls.
And you have evidence to support this?
Witnesses saw an Impala fleeing the scene.
David Mack drove an Impala.
Early on our investigation an informant told us that
a man named Amir was involved in the shooting.
The name Amir shows up on David Mack's prison visitor log.
I was investigating which cops were working for Death Row.
Mack has been seen at Death Row functions.
He had a... a poster of Tupac set up like a sh...
A poster?
I believe that I'm on the right path here, sir.
Give your findings to the detective in charge
of the Wallace investigation.
Your report should focus on only on what
Perez has said so far.
- Sir, but I do have more information... - Thank you, Detective.
Thank you, sir.
Thank you.
For what? Putting you on the spot?
No, for standing up for me.
It took a lot of nerve.
It needed to be said, Russ.
There's no room for corruption
in the LAPD, not even 1%.
Can you believe that?
I want to.
Yeah, and what?
I can't talk to Poole because of the lawsuit.
You knew that from the beginning.
- Talk to someone else. - Like who? David Mack?
He's about to get out of prison soon.
He's done his time.
He may have 700 grand waiting on him that I never found.
Exactly, we can't lean on him.
He's not gonna want to confess
to being involved in some murder.
- Yeah, not likely. - Same goes for Perez.
- Mm-hmm. - You know what I could do?
I could bring Suge in for a visit.
Yeah, have him talk about the dirty cops
that he hired to kill Biggie.
Him you'd have to ask nicely.
Come on, Greg, what's going on?
Do you think that Poole was right?
Doesn't matter what I think.
I need to know.
You need to tell me where to focus,
because this task force...
- We got nothing. - You have to have something.
There's ten years of case files in that room.
We have looked through every single one of them.
Trust me.
You know who did think that Poole was right?
Who?
- Keefe D. - What?
It's true. Told the FBI so.
He said the FBI, not Justine.
Other agents looked into Death Row long before I came along.
Thought it was started with drug money.
It was started with drug money.
Aw, come on, can't a black man just be successful?
Hey. What exactly did Keefe say?
That he heard Tupac was gonna leave Death Row,
and Suge had him killed for it.
So he sold them some bullshit.
- Piggybacked off of Poole. - Maybe, maybe not.
Suge was riding right next to Tupac.
I'm supposed to believe that he hired someone,
and then what? Pray that they were gonna miss
his big ass when they were spraying bullets?
Then why were the Feds even talking to Keefe?
- Right. - Same reason we keep circling around him.
His name never stopped coming up.
Shit, even Daroe thought that.
Keefe had something to do with Biggie, and he's a Crip.
- A lying one. - We know he had an Impala.
We know he was at the Peterson.
And we know he might even have been in Vegas.
That means nothing.
Every gangster in LA was at the Petersen.
And in Vegas when Tupac got shot, come on.
All right, it means nothing.
But Keefe's all we got.
And he has to know something.
Even if that means dirty cops.
Okay.
So what's the plan?
From the beginning, we've been trying to get people
to roll on Keefe's crew from back in the day.
Not anymore.
You want to find out what he's doing now?
Like I wanted to from day one.
Well, slightly different tactics, Tucker.
But, you know what they always say,
- Once a dope dealer... - Always a dope dealer.
That's right. Let's get to work.
One release, coming through.
Tupac Shakur. Free man.
You got me looking right.
Clothes, shoes. Shit.
What's up, man?
Only thing missing... This piece right here.
Always thought your logo was tight.
Yeah, Big Jake did too.
He wanted to put that shit on everything.
Yeah, I'm sorry to hear.
You know, Jake was cool people.
Yeah, that was my homeboy.
Shouldn't have to gone out like that.
You were right. It's time to destroy Bad Boy.
Mm-hmm.
Now this shit's personal.
You ready?
They tried to kill me.
Locked me up. Made me want to kill myself.
I ain't ever been more ready in my life.
I'm a soldier for Death Row.
And that's 'cause you was there with me
when nobody else was.
As soon as we land, take me to the studio.
My man.
That's good, Pac.
- We got it. - What?
Nigga, you don't tell me.
I tell you when we got it.
Move, nigga!
What up with you, Pac?
Trying to kick it with you.
You know how it is when a nigga fresh out.
Find me in the lab killing these beats while my hand's
in the cookie jar.
Told you all Tupac is a beast.
How many do you got now?
Shit, about 22 tracks.
Damn.
About this business,
Dre takes days on one song.
Snoop, you show up late to the studio,
high and shit.
Y'all fools need to be more like Tupac.
Hey, hey, hey.
There can only be one Pac, okay?
Just one.
Hey, but I got something for New York, though.
Check it out.
You still think we should keep acting like this.
East Coast/West Coast beef ain't brewing?
I ain't gonna lie, after what happened to Suge's boy, Jake,
God bless the dead, man.
It's like everybody thinks we're at war.
And the news hyping it up, that ain't helping.
True. Publishing all that shit.
They just took advantage of Duke, man.
Man, he knew exactly what he was saying, all right?
Pac shouldn't be using me or you as scapegoats.
Nah, he knows what.
Say you get shot and go to jail
for something you ain't do.
That could mess a nigga head up, man.
So what you saying, Big?
I'm saying I let you send that letter to Duke.
I should've went and talked to him face to face.
Now he out here wilin' and I'm quiet.
Man, you think I don't want to run up on everybody
that got something to say?
Them niggas in Red Hook right now.
Shooting some video.
But that ain't smart, Big.
Listen, I don't know why ain't that nigga on the street no more,
but when there's beef, I gotta handle that shit.
Okay, you got a choice to make. All right?
You could waste your time trying to control
something you can't.
Or...
You could spend your money, man.
Yo, yo, I need your eyes on this poster, Puff.
Yo, man, you see I'm here with my artist, right?
Yeah, pardon me, Big. Just need one minute, Puff.
You know this man could talk, right?
You good?
- Do your thing, man. - All right.
What's up, man?
You know what it is.
Funkmaster Flex here.
Big, what's up?
Yo, yo, what up, Flex?
Brooklyn's finest in the house.
Big, tell us, how you feel about "Hit 'Em Up"?
'Cause you know, that "Who Shot Ya" verse was kinda crazy.
"Who Shot Ya" wasn't about Pac.
I keep telling y'all that but y'all keep hyping it.
I'm just saying, your man Pac is out here
making a lot of accusations about your wife.
He disrespect me, disrespect Brooklyn.
I represent for NY, when NY reppin' for me?
Oh, you're calling New York out, Big?
That's what you're doing?
Hell yeah, Tupac, Snoop Dogg Pound,
they all out shooting a video on Red Hook right now.
And what, you're all good with that going down?
Pfft, get at 'em.
Come on, man, pass that my way.
Come on... shit.
Get down!
Pac.
Tupac.
Nigga, it's Suge.
You're good?
Yeah.
My fault, man.
Gotta lay off these spicy foods late at night.
Hey, you ain't gotta front with me, Pac.
I know how it is. I've been inside.
Always gotta watch your back.
Even when you sleep.
Yeah, it's been my life since I came in this world.
I just got a call.
Them niggas shot the video setup.
- What? - Blasted on their trailer.
Ain't nobody get hurt, but peep this,
your boy, Biggie,
was on the radio telling them fools to hit 'em up.
So Biggie calling shots now? And I'm the villain?
If this what they want,
all they gotta do is step to me.
Hell yeah.
Come on..
What do you see?
Guys working on cars.
It could be that Keefe's just got an expensive hobby.
What's with all the Impalas?
Come on.
It's history there. You got the '63.
You got the '66.
Check out the license plates.
- Virginia. - Both of them.
Could be nothing.
Uh, or it could be something.
Oh.
DEA in Virginia says they have a CI
who says the Davis brothers are running coke from LA.
Davis as in Keefe D and his brother Kevin?
Or Dale and Antonio.
Sorry, I thought we were doing famous Davis brothers.
Well, my guess is Keefe's using this house
to pack cars with drugs, and then shipping it to Virginia.
Because...
- Once a dope dealer, always a dope dealer. - That's right.
I'll work on getting a warrant for the house.
We don't need a warrant.
We're not going anywhere near that house.
Why not?
Because we don't want Keefe to see us coming.
Damn, I ain't even do nothing, man.
Step out of the truck, sir.
South Side Crip.
Nah, I don't bang no more.
Since when?
A man gotta grow up.
Yeah, he's a grown man, Dupers.
Well, it look like he still shave
with his mama's pink lady razor,
if you ask me.
So where are you headed, youngster?
My job, delivering this whip, partner.
You better hope he just found your lunch.
Partner.
It's been hours.
Don't you all gotta give me bread and water?
Transport will get you at County in time for last meal.
Oh, so I can't get no chip love?
Oh, you want some chip love?
Why don't you tell me who put this in your wheel well.
You don't think the van will get here in time?
No, I do, it's just that
the real Gs, they're not gonna let a little sweetheart
like him eat, you know what I mean?
- You can scrap, right? - Yeah.
Just eat your food as fast as you can
before somebody takes it from you. Don't even sit down.
Just grab your plate and throw your head back
like a little baby bird.
This isn't his first time in. He's fine.
He ain't never been to County.
You've only been in baby jail?
- Oh. - Oh? What do you mean, "Oh"?
Maybe we should get you in front of a judge by Monday.
No, no, no, no, today Thursday.
My mama would bail me out tomorrow.
On interstate drug trafficking charges?
Shit. Your mama got 20 Gs?
You're probably not gonna want to sleep
for a couple of days.
Look, man, I... I... I was just driving, all right?
- I swear. - For who?
Keefe D?
I see him around.
I don't deal with him directly ever.
But y'all believe me, right?
Yeah, we believe you.
So go on, eat up.
When you're done,
we'll let you go so you can finish your delivery.
Yeah, we want Keefe to think you did your job.
Then what?
Then we'll keep you posted.
But know this,
you're working for us now.
We're coordinating with the DEA of Virginia.
They will control the delivery, then later,
they'll shut down all of Keefe's buyers
so that he has nowhere else to sell his product.
It'll make him desperate and a little bit more hands-on.
And you think this kid will be the answer
- to Keefe's prayers. - We're gonna make sure of it.
We'll start him off buying slowly.
Ounces here, ounces there.
Ounces, Greg, Jesus,
you think you're gonna turn Keefe on a bunch of buy-walks?
We're gonna have his phones tapped.
We're gonna know everybody who's involved.
We're gonna move up the keys,
and we're gonna make sure that Keefe is facing serious years.
Believe me, I know what we need.
So do I.
You need time that you don't have.
Can you get me the time?
Greg.
Look, Keefe and Suge have known each other
since they were in elementary school.
- So what? - Wilshire Division.
The cops at Biggie's murder scene
all had Keefe's name all over the reports,
before RHD, before Poole.
Poole looked into Keefe. I was there, remember?
I don't think that Poole looked hard enough.
I've been down this road before.
Poole had one theory too.
Greg, you're willing to stake your entire career
on Keefe goddamn D?
I don't have a choice.
Okay.
I'll get you more time.
Thank you.
Yeah, they are gonna be happy.
I'm gonna be happy too.
Well, we'll just take it one day at a time.
And we'll make it work.
I love you too.
- Was that, uh... - My wife.
Wow, there's a first time for everything, huh?
We're gonna give it another shot.
- Yeah? - Mm.
That's great, Russ. Happy for you.
But please don't make a joke about Grace now.
Viva Las Vegas.
Wow.
Wah.
Hey, how's that report coming?
- Oh, I'm done. - Already?
Yeah.
Two pages.
Limited to Perez.
- That's what the Chief wanted. - Yeah.
You hear about the Impala they found over at Death Row?
Sure did, Cherry Red, but might appear black at night.
But even Miller wasn't worried about it.
Eh, they're dusting that for gun powder residue.
- Yeah? - Yep.
Hey, at least they're doing it to one of the Impalas, right?
Uh, right.
So, you want me to drop this off?
It's the least I could do, Russ.
Uh, actually, I should probably check that for, uh...
For typos.
Just look it over one more time.
- Such a boy scout. - Yeah.
- Thanks, Russ. - Thank you.
Detective Poole.
I take it this is about Rafael Perez.
Part of it, yeah.
Part of it? Okay.
Now I'm intrigued.
What can the District Attorney's Office do for you?
Here, read this.
- Big Suge. - What's poppin'?
- What's up? - What's up?
Didn't think you'd make it out.
Yeah, I mean, you know,
I always can enjoy some Cali love.
- How's the family? - Family's good.
The dinner's good?
Dinners is always good.
Ah, shit, Suge.
Doing it big.
Yeah, you know how Death Row parties.
Nothing but the finest.
Yeah, I see you.
You like how we roll?
You should promote for just us.
What you talking about?
Come on.
I pay you 500 Gs
just to join Death Row.
But you work for us and nobody else.
Damn, I mean,
I thought you brought me here
just to promote a tour or something.
In exchange, we're gonna need your loyalty.
You know what I mean. Death Row is a family.
Oh... okay.
Yeah.
I mean, let me think on it.
You know, Puff's been real cool with me.
And that's my boy.
Come on, Pac,
let's give him a little time to think on it.
We're gonna be family, right?
Where does Puff stay when he's out here?
What do you mean?
Give us his address, and his mama's address too.
No, I can't do that.
Look, man, this ain't none of my business, man.
Where does Puffy live?
I can't.
Yo.
Yeah.
Yeah, thanks.
They want to kill me.
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