Avenge the Crows Page #3

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You know, you're lucky. The connect

for the steel is coming in today.

Who is it?

You don't know him.

His name is Benzo.

He's better than your hook-up.

I've been moving a lot

of stuff lately, you know?

You're acting weird, Loca.

What's going on?

- Just please don't.

- Hey...

you called me, huh.

I don't wanna

get you involved, man.

It's personal.

I just came here to get

my regular bag and the guns.

Okay.

Just come back later today.

You don't have to call. Just

be sure it's after 4 o'clock.

Carlitos...

come here.

[both moaning]

You feel better now?

Not really.

It was great for me, too.

So what's this new hook-up?

He's a friend of mine

from across the border.

Name is Cuete.

His uncle, Renaldo,

he's a captain in the cartel.

Did him a solid a while back,

and ever since then,

they've been hooking me up,

you know?

Oh, yeah?

Best thing about it,

it's pure.

I gotta step on it twice

before I put it on the street.

You better be careful doing

business with the cartel.

Nah, I get it from Cuete. It's his uncle

that's affiliated with the cartel.

He gets it from him,

so it's legit.

They don't even know who I am.

- How are you moving all this?

- You know Angel from FSD?

- Sort of.

- Moves a lot for me.

And some fool

named Byron in Watts.

Enemies working side by side?

Black and brown together?

What's the world coming to?

Money talks, baby.

You trust Angel?

I don't have to trust Angel.

'Cause he buys drugs from me.

I've never had

a problem with him.

You sure you don't want to

tell me what's going on, Loca?

Yeah, I'm sure.

You know, if you need me, I...

I'm always on a roll

with you, huh?

Yeah, man. I appreciate it.

[phone ringing]

Hey, buddy,

I got a favor to ask.

Can you come down here a second?

All right, thanks.

[sighs] He's just

gonna be a minute.

Police stations look

a lot nicer on TV.

I know, right? They make it look

like we work in an ad agency.

- Or a trendy magazine.

- Sorry to disappoint.

- [chuckles]

- [knocks]

- Hey, what's up?

- I need you to run something for me.

Inmate report on this guy

out in Crescent Valley.

Goes by Casper,

first name, Hugo.

And all the CV release records

in the past five years

of anyone affiliated

to the Reyes Ricos.

Shouldn't be a problem.

- Should I even ask?

- Playin' a hunch.

Hunch?

Sure thing, Danny.

You know, you've been through

a lot the last few days.

You're lucky to be alive.

It was a miracle

you showing up right then.

Well, I was supposed

to go to the beach.

- You know, I've never even been to the beach.

- Come on.

People in my hood

don't really go too far.

Do you have anyone else

you can call

besides your cousin?

I do, but, honestly...

I'd rather just sit here.

- If that's cool?

- Hey, totally.

Hey, we can stay here

all night if you want.

Are you close with Marisol?

You mean, Loca?

Marisol Flores is

what I got from Ruby.

Nobody's ever called her that.

Not even her own mother.

Too bad. It's a pretty name.

Marie of the Light.

Or Sun.

- Sol means "sun" in Spanish, right?

- Yeah, it does, but...

Marisol actually means "Mary

of the Solitude." Not "Sun."

And trust me,

it suits her a lot better.

Who's that?

I'm sorry.

Is it rude of me to ask?

Nah, it's okay.

Lawanda is a cold case.

Which means it will

probably never get solved.

Why is that?

Pending new evidence,

we just don't have the manpower.

So I pick 'em up

in my spare time.

- You ever solved one?

- Sure I have.

So how do you even start?

Well, for example...

I'll stare at this photo,

this vision of the past.

And I see the life

behind her eyes.

I wonder who her friends were,

who her family was.

Then I try to find them,

talk to them.

Though the odds are

stacked against me, I...

I have to believe

the whole time

I'm gonna find the son of a b*tch

who killed this little girl...

because she's

someone's daughter.

And no one but me is gonna do

a damn thing about it.

It's comforting.

What?

Knowing you exist.

Putting murderers away on your

spare time, like a superhero.

No, I'm no hero.

- Just Newton's Third Law.

- Newton's Third Law?

Every action has an equal

and opposing reaction.

What I do...

is just science.

[knocks]

Here's your files, boss.

Are you ready?

I think so.

Stop.

That's him.

[man 1] Tell us what

happened to Cuete!

- [punches land]

- [man 2 groans]

[man 1] Tell us what

you did to him!

[Carlos]

Look, I don't know anything.

[man 1] F*** you!

- [punches land]

- [Carlos groans]

[man 1] Cuete's dead!

You hear me? Dead!

That's what you're gonna be,

unless you tell us

what we want to know.

- [punches land]

- [Carlos yells]

[chair clatters]

- [Carlos] I don't know nothing, man.

- [punches land]

[man 1]

Who are you working with?

- [punches land]

- Who are you dealing to?

- [Carlos] Angel.

- [gun c*cks]

I work with a guy named Angel.

From FSD.

Some black guy

in Watts named Byron.

You tell Ronaldo...

I didn't kill Cuete.

I would never disrespect

the cartel like that, huh.

Cuete was my friend, man.

- Who else are you dealing to?

- Nobody.

We saw a girl

leave here earlier!

No, no, no.

Sh-She's nobody, man.

- You f***ing liar!

- [gunshot]

[flushing]

[gunshots]

Carlos...

[gasps]

[gasps]

[sobs]

[gasps]

[car lock beeps]

I just heard some gunshots

coming from a car garage.

775, East California Street.

Hurry.

[cellphone buzzing]

Yeah?

What?

When?

F***.

All right.

[cellphone ringing]

'Sup, ese?

Yeah, I need you to come

over here right now.

Call Oso.

Sh*t just got real.

- 'Sup, ese?

- Wassup, dawg?

Say, check this out, homie.

That's Peaches' cousin.

Oh, I f***ed her. [laughs]

You're a fool, homie.

What's with the look, homie?

Just got the call...

Carlos Santiago is dead.

Sss, sh*t. What, you think

he gave you up?

How could he?

He don't know anything.

But there's more.

Two cartel soldiers were

found dead in his place.

Somebody who made off with the

gang are blowing their money.

Wait, so two guys

are dead, homie?

- I know, right?

- What the f*** happened, homie?

Someone else

got involved, holmes.

Some "Act of God" sh*t.

What's our next move, dawg?

We gotta find out

who killed these guys.

And who made off with

all that f***ing money.

Hey,

remember that fool

from San Ysidro, dawg?

Gave him right across the border back

in the day for, like, 200 bucks?

Gave him that f***ed up

eye, dawg?

Yeah, I remember.

Think about that fool

sometimes, you know?

- Why?

- After all this time when we're like, he's...

he's still gone.

And we're still here,

you know, like...

- Yeah, well, you don't know that for sure, holmes.

- Nah, nah, nah.

I think we both know that

he's... dead, fool.

Just like Cuete, fool.

Boy's gone, homie.

Like all of us...

eventually.

F***ing, holmes.

At least we got

our 200 bucks, you know?

If it wasn't us, it would

have been somebody else.

F***, homie, for 200 bucks,

dawg, [snorts] back then...

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