- Previously on "Unsolved"... - Who do we have something on?
Corey Edwards.
Not Southside but very close with all the players.
I looked up every known address Corey's ever used,
and who pops up but Corey's ex's new squeeze,
Mr. Ed Luff.
Ed Luff is Corey Edwards.
What's up, dog?
Been waiting for you to come back through.
You gotta meet these homies I've been shadowing.
I'd stay away, Duke.
Any reason why Dupree would be
visiting a known narcotics dealer?
If you're asking me if I can trust Dupree,
the answer is yes, absolutely, 100%.
- What the hell is this? - That looks like our report.
There's not a single mention of anything that alludes
to cops even being involved in Death Row,
much less Biggie and Tupac's murder.
You went around Internal Affairs, right?
You wanna put that in your report?
It would be easier to do if you had my back.
Writing a report like that is me having your back,
you ungrateful prick.
I got a viable suspect on my bank robbery.
It's a cop... one of ours.
- Mack's in there? - SIS tailed him.
Guy's wanted for bank robbery,
and he's grocery shopping.
Yeah, maybe he's stocking up for a life on the run.
- What's the plan? - Simple.
He comes out. He gets arrested. We call it a day.
Mack is a cop.
Don't be surprised if he wants to go out shooting.
We've been at this for two weeks, 12 hours a day.
You're killing me, man.
I could start smoking again.
Corey Edwards, please visit your daughter on her birthday
so we can make you roll on Keefe D.
Come on, you're our only lead. Please.
Hey, I think we got something.
What? Is that him?
Can't see his face.
Maybe Corey's doing the old "drop and dash"?
He ain't seen his kid since we've been looking for him.
Would you stay for cake?
Go, go, go.
Hit it!
Requesting car stop for possible fugitive.
Blue Chevy Caprice.
California, three, John, Robert,
queen, one, five, eight.
What would you do with all that money?
I'd buy a boat.
- A boat? - Yeah, a boat.
- That's a terrible investment. - Says you.
What about you, Russ?
What would you get with 700 grand?
He's all pouty. He's pissed 'cause the feds
won't test Mack's car for gunpowder residue.
An Impala... the exact same model
used in the Biggie murder, come on.
The car had nothing to do with the bank robbery,
and you can't connect it to Biggie.
We also found nine-millimeter ammo, okay?
- Also the same used... - That doesn't mean anything.
- Doesn't mean a thing. - Mack had a shrine to Tupac.
It was a poster, Russ.
Come on, Corey, don't run.
Sir?
Sir, I'm gonna need you to turn off the car.
Police! Freeze!
- Get your hands up! - Do not move.
Get your hands up now!
Do it now!
- Do not move. - Do not move.
Got him.
Officer Mack, you're under arrest for bank robbery.
Take your best shot.
It's not Corey Edwards.
God damn it.
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Let's go.
Hey, Daryn Dupree?
Daryn Dupree?
How well does he really know you?
Better than you.
- Aw. - Better go and save him.
This is the right address, right?
Yeah, all right.
I'm sure he's here somewhere.
No Donna?
No, man, she had to take Dane
to a baseball tournament three hours away.
I don't get it, man. He's 14, and he ain't going pro.
JoJo, this is Greg Kading. We work together.
How you doing?
Keep my cousin safe, all right?
Always.
Look familiar?
JoJo Moore. Shot-caller.
He's not the only member of my family in the dope game.
Some of them are here, some still in the pen.
That doesn't bother me.
How about Tyndall?
What about Tyndall?
Yeah, after we went to go see Trevon in County.
What, you think I don't know what you guys talked about?
Look, I talked to him.
There are no issues. He trusts you.
But I asked you point-blank what you talked about,
and you told me nothing. I gotta be able to trust you too.
Look, man, when I was a kid,
my stepdad rented a camper
and took me and my mom on a vacation to Mexico.
It was the best trip I ever had.
And then coming back across the border,
the police pull us over, and they find two kilos of cocaine.
He left me and my mom stranded.
So yeah, maybe I should've told you about Tyndall,
but when it comes to family in the dope game,
I get it, bro.
I'm sure the brass will tell you that's a great story
about you overcoming your tough childhood.
But LAPD don't work like that when you look like me.
Huh?
I take it that Corey Edwards
is still our best shot at Keefe D.
What's the next move?
Well, we struck out at his daughter's house.
I'm guessing maybe the school?
Well, if Corey didn't show on her birthday,
I'm pretty sure he's not in the PTA.
Well, maybe we'll find his address
or phone number somewhere in her file.
They're gonna give that to us without a warrant?
Maybe not to you guys.
Come on.
- Ms. Gower. - Can I help you?
- I hope so. - Daryn Dupree.
I'm with the LAPD, and I'd like to ask you some questions.
What's this about?
Is there a Taylor Edwards in your class?
Yes, is something wrong?
No, actually, I'm looking for her father,
Corey Edwards.
He's a fugitive.
- Mr. Dupree, I... - Please.
It's Daryn.
I never divulge personal information about my students.
He's wanted for cocaine trafficking.
Hmm. Especially on drug charges.
Schools shouldn't be used to tear families apart.
I understand.
I wouldn't want you to do anything
that makes you feel uncomfortable.
- I appreciate that. - This is my little angel.
She's eight, same as Taylor.
Now, I can't tell you if Corey Edwards
is dangerous or not. I don't know.
But I do know if my girl was at any risk,
I'd want the people who care about her
to help keep her safe.
Is there anything that you can tell me?
Taylor's having a birthday party this weekend.
Her birthday was last week.
We celebrated it in class,
but she passed out party invites to the kids.
That's all I know.
Thank you.
I don't know, homeboy, you know I'm sayin'?
But I'll tell you like this.
We gonna bust some ass for the '93 shot.
Right, these motherfuckers don't understand
we ain't from around here.
That's all right, you know I'm sayin'?
'Cause we ain't takin' no shorts, you know I'm sayin'?
Compton meets the motherfuckin' Bay Town, nigga.
So step the fuck off.
They're the bad guys.
Yo, Pac, let me ask you something, man.
What's that nigga do?
Oh, Man-Man? That's my road manager.
- He do everything. - I work hard for this.
I want you to know that.
Why don't you let Jimmy Henchman take the wheel?
We making shit happen.
I feel you, but right now, I'm about the work, not the business.
That's what I'm saying.
That's exactly what I'm talking about.
We want you to do your thing
while I'm out there taking you to the next level.
Who that?
This girl from Nell's.
Shorty from the dance floor?
- Mm-hmm. - What she want?
What you think? To see me.
A'ight.
'Cause, you know, I ain't come over here to watch you
scribble in your notebook.
I'm here to see Tupac Shakur.
- Name, please. - Ayanna Jackson.
Yes, Mr. Shakur.
Um, Ayanna Jackson is here to see you.
Okay.
Do you know where you're going?
Yeah.
Somebody help me! Somebody...
They raped me!
- Hey, it's okay! - Help me!
- Shakur! - You're under arrest.
Put your hands on top of your head.
Turn around.
This is some bullshit.
Look at her in her prom dress.
You got a lawyer back there?
Yo, get your hands off me. You know who I am?
Get him out of here.
Yeah, Wallace.
Nothing? Thank you.
Hey, you wanted to see me, Lieutenant?
- Have a seat, Russ. - Hey.
I'm taking you off the Christopher Wallace case.
What?
Uh, what... why? Why?
It's clear you guys aren't on the same page.
- Mm-hmm. - Mm-hmm.
And you made this decision without hearing my side?
Russ, he knows about the cops and Death Row.
And if it looked like they had anything to do
with the Biggie murder at all, I'd be the one off the case.
Oh, come on, we barely even pursued those leads.
Because we don't have any real evidence, Russ.
Fred has a plan going forward,
and I think it's the right way to go.
Okay.
Um...
what is it?
We go back to the beginning.
And we talk to everyone who was close with Wallace,
starting with his widow, Faith Evans.
- Fishing. - It's not fishing.
- That's your plan? - It's not fishing, Russ.
Why don't you pick a name out of a hat, man?
You have great ideas and no evidence to back it up...
none.
And I'm... for the record,
I really am sorry this didn't work out, okay?
I am. I mean that.
Uh, I assume we're done here.
Sit down.
Look, this isn't a demotion.
Yeah, right. Mm-hmm.
You wanna go after dirty cops?
Well, you just arrested one.
- David Mack. - Mack.
Come on, he's in jail. The feds have it.
It's closed.
We still don't know who his two accomplices were.
So, what, you think they're cops too, sir?
What do you think?
I think, um... yeah, if I'm Mack,
I do want people I can trust, and so it's possible.
I want you and Tyndall to look into it.
Think you can do that for me, Russ?
Do you think you can do that for me, Russ?
Yes. Yes, sir. Thank you.
- Mm. - Mm.
I swear, I'm... I'm invisible to bartenders.
- And she knows you have a gun. - Mm-hmm.
I'm probably the only one in here who's not a cop.
That's funny. Oh, hi.
Thank you.
No.
I'm finally starting to put it together.
Death Row, dirty cops. But they won't...
they don't want me to find out the answers
to my questions.
Larson put you on David Mack.
That's a huge case.
No, you don't understand.
It's the FBI's show now.
Tyndall and I are there to check off boxes.
Well, you said it yourself.
You can't connect the dots yet.
No, I can't.
And if Mack really had something to do
with Biggie's murder, don't you think you'd figure it out?
Maybe everyone just needs that one thing that convinces them.
Thank you...
for listening to me.
Someone has to.
Well... you know.
- Oh, hey, it's fine. - Oh.
- Don't worry. - Keys.
Oh, no. No, no.
You're just gonna drive home drunk
like the rest of the cops in here?
No, I am not.
I'm a Boy Scout. Thank you.
- Come on, man, tell me. - There's nothing to tell.
First the teacher shuts you down,
and then she cops to a birthday party?
How'd you do it?
That's it?
Learned it from my man Rich McCauley.
Brother was smooth.
Oh, what's that?
- What it looks like. Trash. - Corey Edwards' ex's.
You guys are gonna go through it.
- Shit. - No, no.
- Cool. - No, no, hey.
You can learn a lot about people from what they throw away.
Right, like where a kid's birthday party is gonna be.
Man, this is bullshit.
Me and Greg did most of the stakeouts.
Trust me, you guys are getting off easy.
- Where's Justine? - Tied up in court.
Lucky for her.
Happy dumpster diving, boys.
That's some nasty shit.
Yo, get that, Blondie. You get it.
Are you fucking serious?
Don't we have people to do this shit?
Where were you on November 6, 1997?
Wasn't that long ago. Do you remember?
I do not recall.
Well, let's see if we can jog your memory.
- Hey, how's it going? - Hey.
First, the FBI won't test Mack's Impala.
Now they're just letting him walk all over 'em.
Relax, Russ.
We'll get our shot at Mack when they're through with him.
Mr. Mack, what's the nature of your relationship
with Errolyn Romero?
- Evelyn? - Errolyn. Errolyn Romero.
She's the assistant manager at Bank of America near USC.
Never heard of her.
Well, she says you were her boyfriend.
I'm a married man.
She also stated that you instructed her to order
twice as much cash as the bank needed
and that on November 6, 1997, you entered the vault
and removed the cash at gunpoint.
Sounds like Evelyn's been watching too many movies.
Oh, come on, look at that.
He's just toying with her.
It doesn't matter.
We got three witnesses at the bank that ID him.
I gotta... I gotta go back to RHD.
Can you...
Can I ask him about the accomplices? Yeah.
- Yeah. - Yeah, go ahead.
- Just the accomplices, Russ. - No, I got it.
Go. I got it.
You took a sick day.
Took one the day after too.
My kids brought home a stomach bug.
Three days later, you took a little trip, didn't you?
If you say so.
Yeah, went to Vegas with a couple of cop buddies...
Sammy Martin, Rafael Perez.
Yeah, we went to see the Holyfield fight.
Couldn't score any tickets.
- That against the law? - Who are you protecting, huh?
I remember you.
- You're the one that cuffed me. - Yeah.
And this is you.
Who's the other gunman, hmm?
And who was driving the van? Was it Perez?
And did you all work together at Death Row security
with Gaines and McCauley?
- What? - You heard me.
Did you work security for Death Row Records?
Answer my question.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I don't work for Death Row. I don't rob banks.
I'm a police officer.
- Are you? - Yeah.
Or are you a member of the Bloods?
I got a photo of me at Disney wearing mouse ears.
Doesn't make me Mickey.
What the hell was that gang bullshit?
Trying to get him to talk.
We don't need him to talk. We've got three eyewitnesses.
- Take your best shot. - Excuse me?
Mack said, "Take your best shot," to me
when I arrested him, and you know why?
He doesn't care about the bank robbery.
He's going to jail.
The judge will give him 15 years.
He'll get out in eight.
He pulled off one of the biggest bank robberies
in LA history... over $700,000.
That's 90 grand a year to sit in jail.
So you're saying a cop is willing
to do an eight-year bid... a cop?
I don't think he's just a cop.
I think he's a member of the Bloods,
which means he is protected.
You don't know any of that.
Test his Impala, okay?
If you can connect him to the murder of Biggie Smalls,
you will see him scared. He will tell you whatever you want.
You show me some evidence,
not some theory with absolutely no basis in fact.
Oh, God.
Have you found the money yet?
Stay away from this case.
I don't want you talking to Mack, his friends, no one.
Hey, I need to see who's visited David Mack.
Thank you.
- Mr. Shakur. - Mr. Shakur.
You wanna tell us what's happening inside there?
Is she... is she actually lying?
Sexual abuse, sodomy, illegal weapons possession.
These charges against my client are quite frankly ridiculous...
total fiction.
And thankfully, you're seeing that come out in this trial.
That's all. Let's go, Pac.
You take all my money. Now I can't talk for myself?
I'm guilty of a lot of things.
I'm guilty of probably being a male chauvinist pig.
I'm guilty of not caring about people as much as I should.
But I'm not guilty of rape.
- But the charges... - But the charges...
Read the charges.
Where are the people who did this?
They was in the same hotel room as me.
Why am I the only one that's in court?
- Are you angry at them? - I'm not angry at them.
It's just the system.
I just don't wanna be the scapegoat.
I'm selling records.
You understand what I'm saying? This is my image.
This is my business.
This is not who I'm supposed to be.
Yeah, New York City. You know what it is.
"Friday Night Street Jam." Funkmaster Flex.
And in the house with me is
the man with the ill, hectic,
underground buzz, Biggie Smalls.
Yeah, yeah, representing Brooklyn to the fullest.
Now, where exactly do you hail from?
Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn. Fulton Street.
Nothing sweet about Fulton Street.
Nothing at all.
Tell me about the album. You got a title for it yet?
Yeah, yeah, the album called "Ready to Die."
- Whoa. - Nah.
See, people hear "Ready to Die," they like,
"Yo, this dude trying to kill hisself?"
It ain't nothing like that, you know what I'm sayin'?
It just means I'm willing to go 100%.
When I was on the block, I was hustlin' every day,
waking up, putting drugs in my pocket, know what I'm sayin'?
I wasn't worried about the police, stickup kids,
competition... nothing.
I was basically ready to die, man.
That's what I love about you, that you are true hip-hop.
True ghetto basement hip-hop.
Yo, I just wanna keep it real right quick
and give mad love to my man Tupac.
He on trial right now for something he ain't do.
He did nothing at all, and we gonna leave it at that.
No doubt, no doubt.
Rumor has it
that we might get a freestyle going.
Yeah, yeah, no question, no question.
You got a minute now to scramble,
get your tape deck ready,
'cause we're about to get it on.
Mm.
♪ Yeah, uh ♪
♪ B-I-G in the house, uh ♪
♪ With my man Funk Flex, uh ♪
♪ Check it out ♪
♪ NYC, city of big dreams ♪
♪ Streets flooded with gangstas, pimps, hos, and dope fiends ♪
♪ B, I freeze ♪
♪ You whack MCs, so man up ♪
♪ Brooklyn, stand up, Bed-Stuy, your man's up ♪
♪ Mic check, one, two, you know how we do ♪
♪ Gun bustin', blunt puffin', I come through ♪
♪ Kicking it at Junior's with a cheesecake ♪
♪ Best not be late, what's the wait ♪
Come on, Big.
You wanna get us kicked out?
I'm just trying to show my girl Brooknam.
You been showing me Brooklyn.
Every day, I've been running around
with you and your friends.
How about I show you Jersey?
- Jersey. - Yeah.
What I'ma do in Jersey?
Well, what, you wanna stay in Brooklyn your whole life?
- Huh? - No.
There's fresh air in Jersey.
There's houses. There's trees.
How real can your music be
if you wake up to birds and crickets?
Brooklyn is the illest.
♪ You're just stuck in your ways ♪
Mm!
You know, you're the type of girl I would marry.
I've only known you a week.
Eight days. I'm just giving it to you straight.
- Mm. - You'll see.
Hmm.
You'll see.
Ms. Evans, I'm Detective Miller.
Um...
All those people, all these months later,
and you don't even have a suspect.
No, no, we don't.
And we're all very frustrated about it,
and we appreciate you coming in.
Um, you were at the Petersen that night.
And what did you see?
Did you see anything?
They shut the party down, so I left.
I didn't hear Biggie was shot
until I got to another party after
and they told me I had to go to the hospital.
Okay, did you, um...
did you see Mr. Wallace at all that night?
I mean, I know you two were estranged and...
Okay, I didn't mean to imply anything.
I just...
I know how difficult this must be for you.
Do you?
I'm sure, uh,
Big knew how you felt about him.
It's sad people believe what they read in the tabloids.
'Cause the truth is, Big and I,
we loved each other until the end.
Is there anything else you wanna add or...
Yeah.
That list of, uh,
people at the party that night that you asked for.
Maybe one of them knows something, saw something.
I just wanna help.
Of course. Thank you.
Thank you for coming in.
Excuse me, who's...
Who's Zip Martin?
CJ's godfather. Why?
Well, you wrote him down right under Sean Combs.
Does Zip work at Bad Boy?
I don't really know him that well.
You'll have to ask Puff.
_
Man of the night, your host, Puffy Combs.
All right, all right, all right.
Hey, hey, yo.
Let's give some love to the birthday boy.
Whoo!
That's right, we got Big in the house.
Give him some love!
All right, all right, all right.
Okay.
Yo, yo.
- Puffy! - Yeah!
I just wanna thank all of y'all
for coming out here tonight to wish me a happy birthday.
Thank you, dear.
You know, uh,
Big, it's you.
This your year.
This... this is your eternity, baby.
Forever. You feel me?
Many blessings to all of you.
Let's burn this mother down. What?
Hey, yo!
Here we go.
What's up, baby? How you doing?
On trial for some bullshit I ain't do.
That's how I'm doing.
Yo, NYPD's framing you, man. Everybody know that shit.
Well, I hope the jury knows it.
Hey, hey.
I wanna introduce you to my lady, Faith.
Faith, this my only friend in this business.
What's up? Hi. Lady, huh?
Never heard Big say that about anyone.
Yeah, he's been getting some crazy ideas in his head.
Aw. Yo, you gotta hear her voice, Duke.
She a church girl, so she got it from the choir.
So you know how that be.
I'ma go talk to Mary, okay?
- A'ight, cool. - Nice to meet you.
She crazy, right?
Yo, Big, what the fuck?
Y'all know I ain't do shit to that girl.
And you got Haitian Jack here popping bottles with your crew
- like y'all homeboys. - It ain't like even that.
- So what is it, then? - We ain't go to Jack.
- Jack came to us. - Mm, all right.
- He don't even like rap. - He like rappers.
Didn't Madonna introduce y'all? What that tell you, man?
It tells me he hopped from one rapper to another
and you're cool with it.
Yo, dog, I told you, Jack ain't no movie gangsta, dog.
Yo, yo.
Yo. My nigga.
Uh!
My man, look, we been talking, right?
Me and Jimmy been talking.
We gotta get you on that Lil Shawn record, a'ight?
- That's one of his artists. - He a fan.
Do you remember... he's...
Hey, uh, what's up, Big?
'Sup, man?
- Yo, it's all you. - Think I should split?
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah.
Uh, Fred.
Russ, can't get into it with you right now.
I'm running kinda late here.
Hey, I need to look over my notes
from our interview with Michael Robinson.
- That's Psycho Mike. - Yeah.
But you're working the bank robbery, right?
I got a lead on the Biggie case...
- No, no. - I just need to check...
- No, Russ. - Fred.
I don't have an agenda here, okay?
I'm just trying to help out any way I can.
I know you wanna solve this case as much as I do, just...
Okay, I got a lead from Faith.
You know, Biggie's widow?
- Do you know who Eric "Zip" Martin is? - Should I?
Well, Zip is the godfather to Faith and Biggie's son.
- Okay. - Okay.
And when I asked her about him, she got all nervous.
So I called NYPD.
It turns out that Zip is a Harlem drug dealer,
he's tight with Puffy,
and he's connected with the Crips out here.
And you think he... you think he might know something?
I'm headed to New York to ask Mr. Combs
that very thing right now.
Wow, that's so great, Fred, but, uh, before you go,
- the... the notes. - Those are my notes.
That's my system.
Knock yourself out, but please don't screw up my system.
Don't screw up this sys... Okay, thank you.
That's it.
This is a waste of time.
Jeez, would you look at all the meat left on there?
You guys know the average American throws away 250 pounds
of edible food each year?
How the hell are we supposed to find
where this kid's party is in all this shit?
Look for to-do lists, credit card receipts,
cell phone bills... huh.
Somebody needs to tell this woman
coffee grounds make excellent fertilizer.
Look, I put that right on my garden.
You think the LAPD really wants us to solve this thing?
Oh, come on, you don't buy that cop conspiracy shit.
- You told me... - It doesn't mean
the department doesn't have anything to hide.
Now, I gotta give Kading some credit.
I mean, he's trying.
But when this shit goes south for good,
he's not gonna make any waves. He's not the type.
And this case is right back where it started:
a bunch of suspects, no arrest.
Hey, you guys know what else
you can find looking through the trash?
- What? - Messed-up party invitations.
"Please join us to celebrate Taylor's eighth birthday
at Joe's Crab Shack."
Well, the invite says that the party's today at 3:00,
but it doesn't give an address.
Which is why we found it in the trash, I guess.
Which Crab Shack is it?
The girl lives in Corona. There's one there.
And Redondo, Long Beach, and Garden Grove.
I looked that up. I didn't just know that.
Okay, so, what, do we stake them all out
with backup?
Who's paying for this party?
I'm willing to bet that it's Corey's folks.
They live in Long Beach.
And if they're paying for it,
you think they're gonna drive an hour too?
Long Beach it is.
All right, you two go to Corona.
Increase our odds.
All right, let's go.
Walk with me.
Okay.
You wanna tell me what happened
at Mack's interrogation?
You talked to the FBI?
I talked them out of reporting you to the brass.
It doesn't matter. I have proof.
Proof of what?
Mack's connection to the Biggie murder.
Hey, Russ!
I know about the Impala and the picture of Mack in the suit.
I was at the raid.
What about the sick days?
Mack took days off before and after the bank robbery.
He did the same thing before the Biggie murder.
It's all circumstantial.
You don't have a single witness that puts Mack at the Petersen.
You're right, I don't.
But thanks to Mack, I have a suspect.
Here is our suspect. Close-cropped haircut.
Suit, bow tie.
Fred and I talked to an informant who said that
Biggie's shooter was named Amir.
Take a look at who visited Mack when he was in jail.
- Amir Muhammad. - Yeah.
Well, I hate to break it to you, Russ, but like Impalas,
there's a hell of a lot of Amirs in LA.
Which is why I pulled
Amir Muhammad's driver's license.
Everybody thinks Tupac and Biggie are the victims
of a gang war between the Bloods and the Crips, right?
I now have a dirty cop who may be a Blood
owning the same vehicle used in the Biggie murder
visited by a man matching the shooter's description and name.
All I want is to check Mack's Impala for gunshot residue.
If this is not enough, what is?
I'll talk to Larson.
Good call, Dupers.
Don't pop the champagne yet. Any sign of Dad?
There.
Been dogging the law for five years, and we got his ass.
Oh, it looks like Corey's ride is here.
- I'll go get him. - Wait a minute.
It's the girl's birthday.
You're not gonna arrest her father like this.
You gotta be kidding me.
Wait until the party breaks up,
and then we're gonna pull him over.
You wanna risk a high-speed chase
to save some little girl's feelings? No.
Come on, man, you're gonna make this little girl suffer
for her daddy's mistakes?
Okay, fine.
- How do you like that? - That's your favorite.
Yeah, it's really good.
They did it better this time.
I think it's 'cause it's my birthday.
Yeah, I think it's 'cause it's your birthday.
Eight years old, girl!
Hey, how you... how old do you feel?
- You feel eight? - Yes, I feel even older now.
- Hey, that's my baby. - Mwah!
Let's go to the bathroom.
Turn around.
Look, man, you really think
I came strapped to a kid's party?
Corey Edwards, you're under arrest for conspiracy
to transport cocaine. You have the right to remain...
You a bitch-ass cop.
Really make you feel good, brother,
arresting me in front of my baby girl?
What's your daughter's teacher's name?
What?
Your baby girl.
What's her teacher's name?
She tall? Short?
What's your daughter's favorite song?
What's her best friend's name?
Take your damn sweatshirt off.
Why?
So she ain't gotta see you wearing these cuffs.
You wanted to see me, sir?
Sit down.
This about the Biggie case?
Did you allow a civilian to drive
your department vehicle home from a bar the other night?
It's a serious violation. Yes or no?
Yes.
Yes, I-I let, uh, Grace Kim drive me home.
Would you prefer I drove drunk, Lieutenant?
The rule is black and white.
It's an automatic suspension.
I get it. This is about the Biggie case.
What?
Come on, I'm finding connections
between cops and Death Row Records.
The Department doesn't wanna hear about it,
so you're gonna drop, what, some joke regulation me?
Russ, if you had a shred of evidence here, we wouldn't be...
Mack's friend Amir Muhammad should be a suspect, sir.
Fred will follow up on that.
Look, my hands are tied here.
But you can stay on the Mack case
until you appeal this with the chief.
I'll take the suspension. No appeal, sir.
I don't want the LAPD to have anything over me.
You got a lot of vacation time piled up.
I can call it that in your file.
Russ.
Ah, there he is.
Set my man up here.
- Grey Goose on the rocks. - Me too.
Hell of a day.
You ain't kidding.
Let's just hope that a night in jail softens Corey up.
We need him to give us Keefe D. Right?
Is something on your mind?
You said that you were, uh, friends with Richard McCauley.
Yeah.
He died a few years ago, though.
I hadn't talked to him in, like, forever.
I worked security with him at a party once.
- For Death Row? - No.
There were some Death Row guys there, though.
Shit made me uncomfortable.
What about McCauley?
I guess he got seduced.
Did you ever hear anything that would make you think
that the cops
might've been involved in some way with Biggie's murder?
If I did, I would've told you.
Trust. Remember?
Look, I'm down.
But I don't want no check.
Just know you New York bitches
better have my cash when I get there.
Jimmy Henchman trying to get me to rhyme on Lil Shawn's record.
Nigga been calling me nonstop.
Yo, I thought you weren't cool with them niggas no more.
I ain't.
But I need those seven Gs, though.
I lay down the track at Quad. Then we out.
Hey, yo, Pac!
Yo, Cease, what you doing here?
Hey, yo, Biggie recording up here.
Come through.
- Uh. - Yo, word.
Told you it was gonna be a'ight, man.
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Don't move, B. Everybody get down.
You know what time it is. Run your shit.
Nigga, he said lay down, or you ain't gonna get up no more.
Where's my money?
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