Previously on "Unsolved"...
What you mean you coming out?
Tomorrow my black ass is on a plane to New York.
- And the Impala? - Conflicting reports.
Some said black, some say green.
I think Biggie's murder is related to Tupac's murder.
- Right there, Blood. - Tupac punches him.
Then Knight and his guys do the rest.
You think the Crips shot Tupac?
Just remember we are working the Biggie murder.
Okay? We are not working the Tupac murder.
Were there any other LAPD officers working at Death Row?
That place was crawling with cops.
Welcome everybody to the Christopher Wallace Task Force.
Now, this case isn't complicated.
The way I see it, LAPD and Russell Poole
just screwed it up, and I'm not interested
in watching you do the same.
- Oh, okay. So you want control? - I want to do what's necessary.
Keefe's not in any of these stills,
went over them again and again.
Now we figure out who to target next.
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Can't believe you came out here, Duke.
Just like that, huh?
Nigga, I told you I was coming.
And it wasn't just for you.
I gotta do research on my next movie.
Playing a Harlem gangster.
Get the fuck out of here. Word?
Hey, yo, Pac, you know I got you.
You know I know these streets.
I already got a homie, Cease.
You want to help me, how 'bout you start
by rolling them damn dice.
How about that?
Give me your cigarette.
- This is dope, Big. - I don't know, Duke.
Aw, here we go.
What do you mean you don't know?
I told you me and Puff ain't seein' eye-to-eye.
I can't be lettin' my peoples down.
- I gotta come hard. - I feel that.
Maybe I need to get down with you, Duke.
Nah. Puff got you this far, right?
I got a daughter now.
I ain't trying to be experimentin'.
- You a daddy now? - Straight up.
Then Puff's got it right.
Rap for the bitches and the niggas will follow.
You want go platinum, you gotta pull the mainstream card,
hit a few bangers for the niggas in the 'burbs.
Feel me?
- Yeah. - You know you got that.
♪ Step aside, unless you ready to die ♪
Solve the case yet?
Danester.
What are you doing up? You sick?
No, I just wanted to see you before you went to work.
My friends and I, we've been talking about the case.
Really?
I mean it's so obvious Suge
had something to do with Biggie's murder.
It was revenge for Tupac.
It's that obvious, huh?
Pac is a bit more complicated.
Some of my friends think that
Suge killed Biggie and Tupac.
- Hm. - That Tupac was worth more
to him dead than alive.
Right.
So, just one question.
If Suge helped kill Tupac,
then how was killing Biggie revenge?
Go back to bed.
Hey, solid police work though.
That shit's hilarious.
Maybe you should bring Dane onto the task force.
Well, he doesn't like to listen to me either
so that'd be perfect.
It did get me to thinking though.
- Think about what? - Good morning, Justine.
I was just telling Daryn that this case,
even my son's got a take on it.
Hear that. My people been going down the rabbit hole
- from the moment I told them. - Yeah, well, we cannot go
down the rabbit hole. We got to simplify things.
Take the guys in the white SUV.
Turned out to be a complete waste of time.
What about the possible spotter?
Black, long hair, pretty?
That... that hardly narrows things down.
That could be you.
Look, I'm not saying it wasn't a good idea.
- You know why? - Because we thought
- we had something on them. - Exactly.
So the question is who do we have something on?
I'm talking leverage.
Not Suge, not the cops, not Keefe D.
What are you talking about?
We know Keefe D can't prove his alibi.
With all due respect, that's not enough.
But...
Corey Edwards might be.
Corey Edwards.
Not Southside, but very close with all the players.
We get him to talk, maybe he tells us Keefe was involved,
maybe he just knows something period.
And what do we have on Edwards?
Uh, drug warrant out of Ohio.
- He's a fugitive. - For how long?
Five years.
I know, but the good news is we got a second contestant.
Trevon "Tray" Lane. Die-hard Death Row.
If Biggie was retaliation for Tupac's murder,
it would make sense that he might know something.
Right now he's sitting in County.
I know Trevon. What's the charge?
Felony evasion.
Led the popo on a little chase.
You just said he was die-hard.
Now he's gonna snitch on Suge
because he went on a joyride?
Guys get older, start facing years.
You never know.
We're gonna go take that interview right now.
Okay, I see how it is.
Yeah?
Uh, what are we supposed to do?
See if you can track down Corey Edwards.
Come on.
- It's possible. - Sack up, bitches.
No, no, no... is that the last one?
Snooze, you lose.
You son of a bitch.
- Hey, how was Vegas? - Don't ask.
What are you working on?
Bank robbery near 'SC.
You're shitting me.
I would kill for a bank robbery.
I'd actually commit a murder
that you'd have to solve.
Well, I ain't got much to go on yet.
Aw, that's too bad.
Want to take the Biggie murder?
Rub a lamp.
Rub this.
- Hey. - Hm?
Don't tell anyone.
Half of that is mine. We're partners.
Hey, hey, hey. I need to talk to you.
Romantic advice. My door is open.
In private.
What's up?
Richard McCauley's not the only cop
who did security for Death Row.
How do you know this, Russ?
I talked to the officer who outed McCauley
- in the first place. - Shit.
Hear me out, hear me out.
He also said Death Row
is crawling with cops.
Okay, what I'm hearing
is that you went around Internal Affairs
and you went behind my back.
Oh, no, come on, I'm telling you right now.
What are you telling me... spell it out.
What's your theory?
I think that some LAPD officers,
who knows how many, are... are caught up
with Suge Knight and Death Row.
And that maybe Biggie's murder and perhaps Tupac...
Tupac... Tupac is not our case.
These murders look professional to me.
- To you. - Yeah.
They could just as easily be simple drive-bys.
No, I want to know more than that.
I know you do, but this isn't
the movies, okay?
We can't just go following a hunch.
All right? We need to have real evidence.
We need to have leads that we can follow.
We need to have leads that we are allowed to follow.
Well, we don't currently have any of those.
We do have one of those. I was gonna tell you.
We have Psycho Mike.
- What did you say? - He's... he's an informant.
Apparently a solid one. He's in County right now...
- Okay... - He said... he said.
He says he's got some info on the Biggie murder.
And his name is Psycho Mike?
It's not Unreliable Mike.
- It was a contract killing. - Says who?
People in the neighborhood.
They heard about what happened to Biggie
and figured there'd be some witnesses.
- People at the party. - Who?
Can you give us some names?
- Rick James. - "Super Freak"?
Guy named Dre.
Guy... named Dre. Okay.
And a couple of cops.
Cops?
Nah.
Compton.
Preston... something
and Reggie Wright.
Reggie Wright Junior or Senior?
I don't know, I wasn't there.
Well one's a cop, the other's
the head of Death Row security so.
Okay.
Uh, what else did you hear?
Shooter name was Amir
or Ash... Ashmir or...
Maybe Abraham. Something, I forget.
But he's definitely a contract killer.
- You mean like a professional? - Ex-Crip.
Changed his name when he went Fruit of Islam.
Fruit of Islam, that's the guys with the bow ties?
Yeah.
Hey, what are you in here for?
- Some bullshit. - Yeah?
Y'all could help me out?
Uh, we will check into that,
but this is interesting stuff.
This is good. Thanks, Mike.
Kenny.
- Huh? - Wait, whoa.
The shooter's real name is Kenny.
Or Keeky.
Wait a minute. Keeky?
Yeah.
Sounds like Keefe.
You sure about this?
We're supposed to be looking for Corey Edwards.
Just have my back.
Can I help you?
- Keefe D here? - Who are you?
Duane "Keefe D" Davis. This is his house.
- His ass here or not? - Nah.
Keefe ain't here.
You tell Keefe...
That the police are looking for him.
Got some questions he's got to answer.
If he runs, I'll find him.
- You hear me? - Mm-hmm.
Kading's not gonna be happy.
You think I give a shit?
Cue Big!
Cue... Cut! Cut.
Yo, that's your cue to walk on and start rapping.
- I ain't feelin' this, Puff. - What you not feeling?
I'm on a balcony with a reporter,
dancing with models in a pool.
- What is all this, dog? - That's your song, man.
That's your life.
- From rags to riches. - Come on, man.
Big, we on a schedule, man. Come on.
I just ain't trying to look like no fool.
You know what I'm saying?
Check this out.
See here where you're in a mansion with a maid?
That's gonna be your mansion. That's your maid.
Nah, I'm for real, man. I'm not playin'.
This is just the beginning.
A'ight? I'm a visionary, man.
I need you to believe in me like I believe in you.
That and keep rapping your ass off
and I'm gonna take you all the way.
Come on, man, you trust me, right?
- I trust you. - I have led you wrong yet?
- Not yet. - Not yet.
- You ready? - Let's do it.
A'ight, a'ight. Let's do it, let's do it.
Man said let's do it!
Turn the music up.
Let's do it! Yeah!
Uh! "Juicy"! Come on, king.
It's all about you, baby. Uh!
I know, Keeky sounds like Keefe.
- Said he was a Crip. - Ex. Ex-Crip.
Now the Fruit of Islam.
Keefe D strike you as either of those?
Plus he said cop, Reggie Wright.
Yeah, he didn't know if it was Junior or Senior.
So honestly I don't know if good old Psycho Mike
helped us or just made us more confused.
The shooter was wearing a bow tie.
At least he was right about that.
Very mild-mannered.
- Oh, my God, that's it. - What?
He had on a blue jumpsuit and blue Jordans, right?
- Yeah, so... - So he changed like
Super Keefe.
Like Hong Kong Phooey.
Hey, you guys having fun?
We, sir, are living the dream.
I'll expect some progress on your progress report.
- On my desk by the morning. - Yes, sir.
Oh, shit.
What are we gonna write in the report?
Write the truth.
Thank you, Russ. What is the truth?
The truth is that there's
a lot of interesting dots to connect.
But at this point,
anybody could be the shooter.
Well, that narrows it down.
You've been extremely helpful.
Who are you?
We're the law firm of Kading and Dupree.
We're here to get you out.
We're LAPD, Tray.
But we can still get you out.
We just need a little information in return.
I don't like the police.
There goes some information for you right there.
I don't like the police either.
Also I don't like getting my friends killed.
You?
- 1996. Vegas. - Aw, not this bullshit.
Tupac laid out Orlando Anderson
because a couple weeks earlier
Orlando took your Death Row chain.
Lot of folks think Orlando
or some other Crip shot Pac that night.
If that's true, we understand
why you might feel a little guilty.
Is that why you're doing the same dumb shit
you've been doing ten years ago?
Some kind of PTSD thing?
It was a medallion. Not a chain.
Orlando never took it. Bitch tried to.
And I didn't tell Pac to go run and do nothing.
That was my home boy. He had my back and I had his.
Maybe that's why you helped Suge get revenge, kill Biggie.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, I ain't help Suge with shit.
Come on, man. Just give us something.
Somewhere to start.
Maybe we can help you with your situation.
What situation? What I'm looking at, a year?
- Maybe. - No.
This investigation's gone Federal
so if we decide to RICO the Bloods,
you're looking at up to 20 years.
We stack you up to double digits,
you still gonna feel as comfortable, Tray?
Come at me, then.
I'll be chillin'.
What you laughing at?
That was a disaster.
A predictable one.
You think we overplayed our hand?
I think we had to.
Everybody's got a magic number.
Guy like Trevon's way more than a year.
- You sound like Tucker. - 'Cause he was right.
- And you know it. - Tucker's an asshole.
Man wants to solve this case just as badly as we do.
Want to grab some lunch? I'm buying.
Next time. Got a thing.
All right.
- Damn, Jack. - I know.
It's been a long time
since I shopped like this, man.
Nigga, I'm trying to shop like this every day.
Hey, you know, you got to save your money too, bro.
I hear that. I mean, I feel you.
It's just that's a fly ass watch, man.
Hell yeah, looking the part.
All right now!
Listen to me, Pac. It's not looking the part.
It is the part, all right?
You wear Rolex like that in the street
it's like parking your Benz
with the key in the ignition 'cause you know
ain't nobody gonna steal that shit.
You see what I'm saying? All right?
- I like that. - Right?
You got power written all on you, look at you.
Yo, man, I need a haircut.
Sign on the door says we closed. I'm sorry, man.
You're gonna have to come back another time.
Come on, man. Hook a brother up.
You know, take a little off the sides.
Come back tomorrow and we'll take care of you then.
Nah, man.
You can take care of me now.
I said for you to get your ass outta here.
I say it again, you gettin' carried out.
- Whatever. - Yeah, it's $20.
What... you ain't do shit. What am I giving you $20 for?
For bringing your disrespectful ass in my shop
and sitting in my chair.
Nigga, you want to go get some Chinese food?
- Hey. - Hey. Hey.
- You get any for me? - Mm-hmm.
You gonna help write the Biggie report?
And suddenly I've lost my appetite.
You have fun with that.
How's your bank robbery going?
About as bad as the Biggie case, I guess.
Got a guy in a gray suit and a beret.
At least one accomplice.
So other than that I got jackshit.
- How much did they take? - $722,000.
Whoa. I haven't heard of a bank robbery that big...
- In a really long time. - I know, right?
I guess I'm just lucky, huh?
- Well, they are. - Yeah.
- Working late? - Hm? Huh? Oh, yeah.
It appears so.
So, the party?
Oh. Oh, my God. I'm sorry.
That's... that is... that is tonight.
It's really no big deal.
- I... are you sure? - Yeah, you have work to do.
- Yeah. - Good luck on your report.
- I'll see you tomorrow. - Okay.
I'll see you tomorrow.
- Hi, Grace. - Hi.
Bye, Grace.
- How's Grace? - Oh... oh, she's fine.
She's fi... Russ.
Come on. That's all I get?
She invited me to a... to a party.
To a party?
She invited you to a party
and then you're gonna go steady? Huh?
It's just a... it's a going away thing for a mutual friend.
It's a cop, and I'm not gonna go because I'm gonna write
my report and that is all you get, all right?
You're gonna go.
- What? - You're gonna go.
No, I will write the report.
You can fix all my typos in the morning.
Okay?
- Go! - Really?
Yes, really. Go. Have fun.
It'll make me feel so much better about you.
- Okay? - Thank you.
You're welcome. Leave the food.
- 'Cause I'm eating for two now. - Please.
I will get to the report.
You don't worry about that.
- Thank you, Fred. - Go be Russell
- the love muscle. - Oh, gosh.
Ah, well, look, I know Fred's your partner,
but I find him to be a bit of a blowhard.
Well, he's not so bad.
He's actually the reason
I could come out tonight so.
Well, I didn't say Fred was bad.
- Mm-hmm. - I just don't think
he's as funny as he does.
How long have you worked at the Parker Center?
Longer than you.
That did not answer my question.
Ten years.
I've been a secretary at RHD for three.
- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. - I like it. Don't love it.
- Um, now it's my turn. - Sure.
Are you... are you married?
Technically?
I am separated.
The job?
Lots of things.
How about an easier question?
Okay, any siblings?
- Mm. Mm. - Ooh.
- What? - Oh, nothing.
I have two sisters.
See? That wasn't so hard.
And a brother. Gary.
I have a brother named Gary, and, uh,
and he's been missing for a long time.
Yeah, he just... he just walked out the house one day.
He never came back, and...
I don't know anything more than that.
And I haven't told anybody at RHD about it
because then I'm the cop with a missing brother.
I have six brothers.
Wow.
- Wow. - I know, it's crazy.
Ooh, are any of them cops?
Some of them are criminals.
Uh-oh.
- To the top? - And keep it coming.
Here.
So tell me about the case.
Uh, no.
No, I'm at home, and you made dinner.
No, I ordered in.
Either way, you made the effort
so can we please just talk about something else?
Like, I don't know, life?
Dane is doing okay in school,
and I wish we lived near the water.
Tell me who's on your task force.
Okay, uh.
- Dupree. You know Dupree. - Mm-hmm.
Uh, I got a detective from the Sheriff's Department
who's already a pain in my ass.
Got, um, someone from the ATF,
- an FBI agent. - Oh, you got a G-man?
No, actually a G-woman.
- Really? - Yeah.
- Oh, that's kind of hot. - That's what I was thinking.
I'm gonna kick you hard if that's the hot G-woman calling.
Are you serious?
You think that I'm stupid enough to give someone
my actual personal cell phone number?
No, I got a burner phone for that shit.
And it's Tyndall. So just... he can wait.
It shouldn't even be on the table.
Oh. You're right.
Now I'm gonna punish you for that later.
- Oh, really? - Mm-hmm.
Why don't you punish me now?
You just couldn't leave it alone, could you?
Morning, boss.
What's going on?
Tucker decided to go looking for Keefe D.
No, no, it gets better.
Keefe's lawyer finds out and says Keefe has nothing to say.
And in the process, finds out that there's
a Biggie Smalls Federal task force.
I was there too. I went with him.
Oh, w-was it your idea?
I didn't think so. You have something to say?
I did what we should have done from the start.
You don't tiptoe around a problem. You go at it.
You put Keefe on notice after ten years.
I smoked him out. Now let's see what he does.
Shit. You wanted to move on from him.
I didn't want to move on from anybody.
Oh. Yeah, too busy striking out.
What?
White SUV. You came up empty.
Trevon Lane. How did that go?
Oh, let me guess.
Exactly the way I told you two it would.
Okay, enough with the dick waving.
- Get over it. - No. No, no, no.
He needs to hear this. Think about it.
If Keefe was involved with Biggie's murder,
he's now telling everybody around him
to be on the alert as well.
You just made our job that much harder.
- He's right. - How do you know?
How many murders has he solved?
How many murders have you solved, Officer Dupree?
It's damn sure not as many as me.
Now, you may not like the way I do things,
but I get the job done.
When I was putting together this task force,
I called the Sheriff's Department
and you were the first person they volunteered.
Now, why do you suppose that is?
Because you were good at your job?
Or because they couldn't wait to get rid of your ass?
- What do you know? - What do I know?
I know that we're all trying to solve this murder.
Together. So you should take some time
to think about it.
Do you want to be a part of this thing or not?
Hey, Ma, how I look?
What is the special occasion?
It's a little industry party for me.
For you? What you do so special?
Ma.
Christopher, you know how I feel.
It's your dream, not mine.
Ma, I know you worry about me.
Going to college and getting degrees.
That's not me.
Getting a job and making money.
That's not you, either?
I don't want to just make money.
I need stacks on top of stacks.
I think Puff can do that for me.
Did you ever want for anything
in this house, Christopher?
- No, Ma. - That's right.
So don't come complaining to me about making money.
You got a baby now.
No matter you're with the mother or not, I don't care,
but babies need things.
I'm doing this for my daughter, all of it.
- For you, too. - I want you to take
your responsibilities more seriously.
Contribute something meaningful to society.
I plan to contribute plenty, Ma.
Go on, Christopher.
One day, Ma.
You'll listen to my music.
Cheers!
Whoo.
Beat feel like summertime in the city, don't it?
- Excuse me. - Look at everybody grooving.
Shit. A lot of white people up in here, dog.
Man, these white folks gonna make you a millionaire.
Watch.
"Juicy" 's gonna be groundbreaking,
I'm tellin' you. Mark my words.
You gonna hold it down right here?
Cool, cool.
Yeah, damn, you a big motherfucker.
What's up, dog?
Been waiting for you to come back through.
Movie must be keeping you busy, huh?
Getting deep.
Hey, you gotta meet these homies
I've been shadowing.
You talking about them niggas?
Yeah. What's the problem? You know 'em?
Yeah, everybody know 'em from around the way.
I'd stay away, Duke.
Look at this youngblood giving me advice.
- Nigga, I'm good. - Yo, Pac, word up.
You gotta see who they rollin' with now.
Madonna. Shit's crazy.
It ain't just street shit no more, Christopher.
You ain't even listening, dog.
Aw, this that shit!
This is crazy, man.
Come holla at us.
Hey, check this out.
I want to introduce to my man Jimmy Henchman.
- Ah, what's up, man? - That man is Tupac.
Yo, he want to talk to you about music.
Cheers.
You ever heard of an Ed Luff?
Doesn't ring a bell. Why?
It's Corey Edwards' ex,
I'm going through her phone records,
and Ed Luff's name appears a lot.
But he's got no criminal record.
- Got no history at all. - Maybe she wised up.
Started dating a new class of gentlemen.
Yeah. Yeah, maybe.
Yo, Greg, why don't you duck out, try to catch Donna.
We'll finish up here.
Yeah.
That's actually not a bad idea.
- Thank you, Dupers. - Tell her it was my idea.
All right.
Why haven't you made Detective?
Made a mistake.
Haven't you heard? Black cops.
They aren't allowed to make mistakes.
Didn't white boy teach you that... Dupers?
We getting into now?
I'm just calling it like I see it.
That white boy is my friend.
He's the reason why I'm on this task force.
So he owns you?
No one owns me.
You don't get it, do you? It's an opportunity.
Oh, yeah, for Kading.
And whoever's kissing his ass
to make that ride that much smoother.
I've seen it too many times, and I'm sick of it.
So you just gonna challenge the man at every turn?
I'm keeping him honest.
You ever listen to Biggie? Pac?
Not in my collection.
I don't like that hood shit.
Well, that hood shit is CNN to me.
It's news, and it's the only place I can hear it.
See, I don't know about you, but I'm tired of hearing
people saying... hearing other cops say,
"it's just another gangsta killing."
I knew people not here no more.
And you think I don't?
I know you do.
But see, this time, they can't say
it's just another gangsta killing.
You and me, we on a Federal task force.
With all the bells and whistles that go along with it
to solve the murder of a young black man.
Maybe even two.
Now, if I have to back some white boy
to get that done,
that's what I'm gonna do.
I suggest you do the same.
Come on, D.
Hey, man.
I'm just calling it like I see it.
Morning, Russ. I know, I know.
You're wondering how is it possible
that he can look this good after three hours sleep.
What the hell is this?
That looks like our report.
- What's wrong, Russ? - You know what's wrong.
You sent me out for the night so that you could write
our report however you want.
- That's not what I did. - Really?
- Yeah. - Then how come there's not
a single mention of, uh, Kevin Gaines,
Richard McCauley, anything that alludes the cops
even being involved in Death Row,
much less Biggie and Tupac's murder.
This is... this is all Keefe D and this Impala!
Would you keep your voice down, please?
Russ, I gave that to you to review.
- Really? - Yeah.
Well, it's incomplete!
Jesus Christ.
Look, would you think this through?
How are you gonna sell your theory up the chain?
By doing my job, Fred, okay?
Death Row Records is crawling with cops.
- I confirmed that. - Yeah, you don't even know
what that means, and how did you find that out?
You went around Internal Affairs, right?
You want to put that in your report?
It would be easier to do if you had my back.
Okay.
So what you want to do,
and again this is gonna be in writing,
you want to accuse LAPD officers of possibly conspiring
in a celebrity's assassination?
- Is that right? - If that's the truth, yeah.
Okay, and what if it's not the truth?
Then what? Because I don't think it's the truth, Russ.
And if you would open your eyes you would see that
writing a report like that is me having your back
you ungrateful prick, and I'm turning it in.
Hub-bub-bub-bub.
Huh. Shit.
What the hell you doing? You sleep here?
- Yeah. - My man did more than that.
Go ahead. Tell them.
Tell us what?
Corey Edwards.
- What about Corey Edwards? - Mmm.
Hold on, let this shit kick in.
Mmm.
You went home.
Right? And I got to thinking.
How does a guy like Corey vanish for five years?
His warrant's out of Ohio.
He's laying low on a farm somewhere.
And his dopey ass doesn't get picked up
for a moving violation?
Not even a parking ticket?
Go on.
So I looked up every known address Corey's ever used.
And every person who moved in after him.
And who pops up? Well, Corey's ex's new squeeze.
Mr. Ed Luff.
So I pulled Ed's driver's license,
along with the others. Check it out.
Ed Luff is Corey Edwards.
They all are.
He's been living here in Los Angeles the whole time.
And I know how to get him.
Well, I-I guess that answers it.
You are good at your job.
Yeah.
- Nice work, Tuck. - Yeah, thank you.
You know, I think you have sleep apnea.
What?
It's a serious health issue actually.
Just walk away, flip-flop. Just walk away.
- Good job. - Walk away.
You sure there was nothing written on that paper?
Yes, we've been over this. It was blank.
He scared the hell out of Errolyn with that gun.
$722,000.
Is it normal to keep that much money on hand?
No, it has to be requested.
Well, who requested it?
Errolyn.
Errolyn, your lie detector test
had some inconsistencies.
So I'm going to ask you...
to clarify a few of your answers.
And then I want you to take the test again.
Is that okay with you?
I didn't want to get myself into this.
Excuse me?
Get into what?
What if I can convince him to give the money back?
Uh...
What is his name?
Who... who are we talking about here?
Can this be handled quietly so that no one's embarrassed?
I need a name, Errolyn.
You know...
Maybe you'd just feel more comfortable writing it down.
Are you saying the name on this card
is the same person in these surveillance photos,
the man who robbed the bank?
Yes.
Hey.
Are you two actually serious with this?
Psycho Mike.
Amir. Ashmir.
Keeky. Your report reads like a goddamn Mad Lib.
Sir, that... that report is incomplete.
Incomplete how?
Lieutenant, you gotta hear this.
- In a minute. - No, no, no, I got a viable
- suspect on my bank robbery. - I'm talking to Poole.
It's a cop.
One of ours.
You sure you don't bring everyone up to speed?
You did the work, Tuck.
- It's your show. - Okay.
All right, we think that Corey Edwards can tell us
if Keefe D and the Crips killed Biggie.
I figured it out.
He's been in LA all along.
Living under different names.
No shit. That's good work, Tuck.
He has a baby mama who lives over in Corona.
I figure we sit on the house long enough,
Corey'll show up,
and we can grab him right then and there.
Can we get the tab to cover those hours?
I mean, you know, round-the-clock surveillance?
- Already handled. - All right, you heard the man.
Tomorrow we start staking out the house.
12-hour shifts.
- Greg, you got a minute? - Yeah.
Get the door, would ya?
What's going on?
Do you know a JoJo Moore?
- Uh, yeah, the shot caller. - Yeah, that's him.
Does he have anything to do with
the work the task force is doing?
No. Why?
Dupree signed in to visit him at County
after you talked to Trevon Lane.
Any reason why Dupree would be
visiting a known narcotics dealer?
I'm sure he had his reasons.
This is coming from above.
I'm not making an accusation here.
So what are you doing?
Greg, you got to admit how it might look to some people
that know about him.
The guy drives a BMW,
dresses pretty flash for a cop salary.
So you got a problem with Dupree
dressing better than you, is that it?
The department does.
Can't have a cop visiting a criminal without explanation,
especially when it comes to this case.
Maybe JoJo is a CI, I don't know.
But if you're asking me, and it sounds like you are,
if I can trust Dupree, the answer is yes.
Absolutely, 100%.
Are we done?
I'm asking you to keep your eyes and ears open.
Yeah, of course.
You sure you want to ride along with me?
Why? You got a problem with that?
Not at all.
It's just a lot of man in one car.
- Yeah, you know that. - And even more bullshit.
What did Tyndall want?
Nothing.
Police. Got a search warrant.
Closed door.
Clear.
- Anything? - Nothing. You got anything?
Clear.
Oh-ho. Bingo.
Ash, make sure you check the lining in this freezer.
Tupac.
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