Deuces

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[Deuces] A wise man once told me

when things are going great...

[gunshot]

it's only a matter of time

before they go bad.

Because when you're on top,

there's only one way to go.

Down.

It's the law of the universe.

How the hell did I get here?

Oh, yeah.

["Thief's Theme" playing]

Don't move.

Don't shoot. Don't shoot.

[groans]

[indistinct chatter]

Hey, Jason Foster.

- Lieutenant.

- Nice to meet you, finally.

- Nice to meet you, also.

- Pleasure.

Please, have a seat.

I was, uh, looking over your resume

and it's quite impressive.

Just doing my job, Lieutenant.

Yeah.

You know, I watched your brother

come up through the academy.

Some years ago. But, uh...

I like to think I was somewhat

of a mentor to him.

Best cop in his class. Hands down.

You remind me of him.

Thank you.

But I'm still not sure

why you brought me here.

I've been given the assignment

to find someone outside of our department

to go undercover because we've been

infiltrated in the past by this crew.

What crew was that?

Here are the elite.

They've been linked to eight homicides.

And a huge portion of the drug action

in and around of downtown LA.

One, Peter Reed.

A.K.A. Pete Papers.

He's the wild card.

We traced his juvi record

back to New York,

New Jersey and now here.

And two, Fidel Coles A.K.A. Face.

He's the muscle and probably

the most dangerous in the fray.

And our ultimate target,

golden boy himself, Stephen Brooks.

A.K.A. Deuces, A.K.A. 22, A.K.A. Two Guns.

He's the leader of this crew.

He's a very calculative man.

Yet at the same time, he seems to have

his hands in everything from high grade

marijuana, meth, cocaine

to extortion and murder.

He is not your average

gang-affiliated banger

with red or blue rags hanging out

of his back pocket.

This guy is a real trafficker.

He runs a bar as a cover.

He seems to be interested in real estate.

Okay? Infiltrating him has been like

trying to catch the clap at a convent.

[man] F***.

Sh*t.

[Henderson]

As far as danger is concerned,

you can stamp these guys

with a skull and crossbones.

[man] F*** y'all!

I'm asking you to come in

and assist us in this sting operation.

Why me?

We ask you, Foster, why did

you become a police officer?

- To protect and serve the people...

- Spare me the bullshit, just...

talk to straight, why?

I always wanted to be

a part of a brotherhood.

One day I'm gonna leave this earth and...

I just wanna be able to say I was

a part of something meaningful.

Okay. Well, then I believe

this is the perfect opportunity

for you to do just that.

Hey, your brother would be proud of this.

But... if you decide to do this,

it won't be an overnight sensation.

You'll have to be totally

cut off from your old life.

Once you're in, you're

no longer Jason Foster.

No family contact,

no friends, no nothing.

You'll have to tell all your li'l chippies

that you're joining the army or the navy

or the boy scouts, whatever.

But that life is over.

At least until your assignment

is complete.

Is that clear?

[Jason] Understood.

[keyboard clacking]

Girl, what are you doing?

Girl, what is wrong with you?

I'm working.

Something you should be doing.

Oh, whatever. What are you doing tonight?

Probably nothing. A new scandal

comes out, so I'm gonna stay at home.

Oh. Typical, boring.

Not even.

Well, you know, I'll be at

somebody's happy hour,

- from 5:
05. You should come.

- Mm-mmm.

One sangria won't kill you.

Hos love sangria?

Uh-uh. For one, I am not a ho.

And two, last time I drank with you,

what happened?

It became 4:
00 and

I was sick for two days.

You know that was a year ago.

Yeah, no. I'm gonna pass.

Okay, well, I'll call you later.

You finish slaving away.

- Well, bye.

- [laughs]

Crazy.

Man, where is it?

I told Papers I would give it to him

as soon as I get it. I swear to God.

- You swear to God? You swear to God?

- Swear to God!

God ain't got sh*t to do

with the f***ing money, b*tch.

Okay. Okay!

Pick a knee, motherf***er.

On top of the fridge, man.

Ain't that a b*tch? Lying on the Lord.

I wasn't even gonna kill your ass.

[Deuces] I never had

much family or a loyal friend.

Where I come from,

loyalty was but a commodity.

- [tires screeching]

- [engine revving]

I knew Papers as

he first came to our 'hood.

He was a wild young dude that used

to get clowned for being so poor.

He used to sell stolen candy

just so he could have lunch money.

Pete Papers...

ain't broke no more.

Hey, next time you try to kill me, nigga,

let me make out a will first, all right?

- Goddamn.

- Learn to steer your bike, bro.

Sh*t, we could do it again.

You don't want that.

Put somethin' on it.

Oh, well, let me see what I got?

Oh. Wow.

Paper.

Yeah, pick that sh*t up. You know you're

two months behind on your child support.

- Get the f*** out of here.

- What up?

Sh*t, f***ing with this weirdo ass nigga.

- Oh, yeah?

- Hey, uh...

- Take care of that thing?

- Of course.

Sh*t got kinda crazy, though.

I had to take the guy out.

- What?

- Yeah.

Yo, I didn't say you down him for that.

All you had to go do

is discipline him and be out.

Look... Look, man, after I f***ed him up,

I turned around to get the cash,

the motherf***er whipped out the burner.

- I wasn't going for the sh*t, man.

- I don't wanna hear that.

- Did anybody see you?

- No, we good. Trust me.

You wanna bring heat to us?

Come on, man, you gotta think.

You feel me? You gotta think.

[tires screeching]

What the f***? For real?

Get the f*** out of here.

You almost f***ing killed me.

[laughs]

[Face] That homie stay wild in there.

See that sh*t, big homie.

I almost maybe murt his ass.

What did I tell you about

yankin' a burner out like that?

What did I do?

[Papers laughing]

All right...

See, this is what

I'm talkin' about, this is what...

Yo, man, Papers, hold this

sh*t down, I'm out.

- Hold what down?

- Hey...

You're gonna bring heat on us, man.

Summertime in LA, Deuce,

it stay hot out here.

[gunshots]

[Henderson] You'll like this kid.

He's got a lot of good things goin' on.

His brother was one

of the best I ever had.

Nice kid. Foster.

I want you to meet some people.

This is detective Solomon Garret.

Detective Sonny Diaz.

They'll be assisting with the case.

Any questions or concerns...

you can rely on them.

- It's nice to meet you.

- Definitely.

Good to meet you guys.

Absolutely.

This ain't boot patrol.

You're in the big leagues now.

Yeah, I guess

that's why they got me here.

You two are here for your experience.

Okay? Foster, they've worked

many cases undercover

and I'm confident

they'll provide a big help.

Solomon.

Counting on you to bring Foster

through to the other side.

- Okay?

- With pleasure, Lieutenant.

Take care.

[indistinct chatter]

[gunshot]

[woman 1]

So, did you go out with any of them?

- [woman 2] What you got?

- Oh. I'd say it's obvious.

Oh.

Let me give you a hand with that.

- It's okay, no problem.

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