[PHONE RINGING]
- Hello? - What's up, Ma?
Christopher, you calling me from London?
Nah, cancelled that trip. Still in Cali.
Listen, be careful.
I'm not comfortable with you there,
you understand? You know that.
Ma, how many times I got to tell you?
I'm safe here, got nothing to worry about.
Please, Christopher.
Leave as soon as you can.
- I love you. - I love you, Ma.
[FOREBODING MUSIC]
["UNHOLY WAR" BY JACOB BANKS]
♪
♪ Unholy war ♪
♪
♪ My demons are coming ♪
_
♪
♪ Boy you better run ♪
- ♪ Go take your freedom oh no ♪ - _
♪ Freedom ♪
♪ Don't you let them find you here ♪
♪
♪ Oh no ♪
♪ Let love lead you home ♪
♪ Oh no ♪
- ♪ So you better run ♪ - ♪ Better run ♪
♪
♪ Oh I ♪
BOTH: ♪ And you better run ♪
♪
Synced and corrected by louvette www.addic7ed.com
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Hey, Brian.
Well, thanks for dressing up.
That's the upside to working Narcotics.
So, how are things in Robbery Homicide?
That's what I wanted to talk to you about.
Lots of people saying nice things about you, Greg.
The work you did with the Torres Task Force.
That was three years of my life.
It's a career case, man. Congratulations.
Still gotta convict his ass,
Not your job. [CLEARS THROAT]
What do you know about the Christopher Wallace murder?
Biggie?
Shit, everyone in the department knew about that.
It's been almost ten years.
RHD investigated it, led by Russell Poole.
You know anything about him?
Yeah, I know that he thought the cops
might've been involved.
I didn't do it if that's why we're here.
Wallace's mother filed a lawsuit
based on Poole's claims.
Now it's gone back and forth in the court,
but it's not going away.
- $400 million. - $400 million?
That's what some economist said
Wallace's lifetime earnings would've been.
Testified to it.
$400 million?
Jesus, I should've been a rapper.
Look, a number like that, they would bankrupt the city,
and that's why you're going to take another look at things.
Try to find out who really killed
The Notorious B.I.G.
With you?
Department wants fresh eyes on this.
I was part of the original investigation,
so I'll just be there to supervise and support.
[SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪
Okay, one question.
Is my objective to solve this case,
or cover the department's ass?
You go where the case leads you,
wherever it leads you.
♪
All right.
Okay. Then where do I start?
[PUNK MUSIC PLAYING ON THE RADIO]
_
♪
♪ Y'all motherfuckers move straight out of Compton ♪
♪ Livin' with the whites, one big house ♪
♪ And not another nigga in sight ♪
♪ I started off with too much cargo ♪
♪ Dropped four niggas now I'm makin' all the dough ♪
♪ White man just move ♪
♪ The niggas with attitudes, who ya foolin' ♪
♪ Y'all niggas just punks ♪
♪ I push back on my mama and... ♪
Can I help you?
What, you looking at something?
Then roll your window up, bitch.
Yeah, keep talking.
- What? - Yo, I will light your ass up.
♪ They got jealous when I got my own company... ♪
What?
What you wanna do?
You looking like you wanna do something.
I'm right here, pal.
- You wanna do something? - Let's do it, pal.
- Let's rock. - [TIRES SQUEALING]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
♪
A'ight, what's up? Where you going?
- Peace, brother. - [YELLING UNINTELLIGIBLY]
Where you going, you punk bitch?
♪
[CARS HONKING, TIRES SQUEALING]
♪
Shit.
♪
I told you I'd cap your ass, bitch!
- [GUNSHOTS] - [GRUNTS]
♪
[CAR HONKING]
♪
[TIRES SCREECHING]
Police!
Throw your weapon on the ground!
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
Hey, call 911.
Police. It's all right.
♪
Show me your hands.
Show me your hands!
♪
[GUN CLICKS]
_
- [PHONE RINGING] - _
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[TYPEWRITER CLACKING]
Oh, I swear to God I am not retiring
till they fix the air in this place.
Every day it's too hot, it's too cold.
My balls are sweating, my balls are shriveling.
[SIGHS]
What are you doing?
Evidence report on the Kim case.
Which I did already.
I'm fixing some spelling mistakes
so it doesn't get kicked back.
You're kidding me, right?
Don't put anything past a good defense lawyer.
- Hey, Tyndall. - Yeah?
Guess what? Newbie is fixing my spelling.
- Too bad he can't fix your tie. - Huh?
- [LAUGH] - Hah.
Hey. Hmm?
- How's my sign language? - Oh, that's clear.
Hey, who's working the Christopher Wallace case?
- Uh... - Biggie Smalls?
The rapper? Got shot outside the Petersen Museum?
Yeah, yeah, uh,
Wilshire Division, I think, why?
Isn't that the kind of case
this division should be working?
No, that's like gangster rapper drive-by bullshit.
Miller, Poole, you're up.
What do we got, Lieutenant?
Officer involved shooting. North Hollywood.
Shit.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER, OVER POLICE RADIO]
Shooter was Detective Frank Lyga,
undercover Narco working out of Hollywood Division.
I talked with him personally.
We'll do our own interview with Lyga.
I'm sure he'll tell you what he told me.
Which is what?
That this asshole gangster rolled up on him.
They had words,
guy had a gun, Lyga was faster.
How do we know our victim was a gangster?
Lyga said he was flashing signs.
Piru? Bloods?
- That's what Lyga said. - Anyone touch anything?
Only the paramedics. The scene is secure.
Smith and Wesson 9-millimeter.
Doesn't look like it's been fired.
Like I said, Lyga was too fast for this piece of shit.
We have a name?
I just told you...
- Shit, Piece Of. - Sergeant...
Not yet, vehicle's registered
to the office of a Sharitha Knight.
What about security cameras? You get the shooting on tape?
Cameras only capture the inside of the station.
- Of course they do. - Any witnesses?
Anybody that could back up what Lyga says?
Well, we haven't found one who's seen the whole thing,
but I mean, come on.
Lyga's a cop.
Who shot someone.
How's your spelling?
[LAUGHS]
_
Got a wallet.
All right.
Who is he?
Kevin Gaines.
And he's one of ours, too.
Oh, shit.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- Amanda. - Right away, sir.
[SOFT CHATTER, PHONES RINGING]
[EXHALES SHARPLY]
It's goddamn freezing in here.
Someone call maintenance again?
Yeah, good luck with that.
Come on, I'll show you the case files.
Are you shitting me?
What did you expect?
That's a decade of work, plus we got the lawsuit.
The case is a monster.
I'm gonna need help.
And a place to work.
You're looking at it.
Are you serious?
Well, at least you got some privacy.
Okay, I'm gonna need people, a whole team of people.
This is gonna take weeks just to go through everything.
Relax.
Truth is, you can have whatever you want except for one thing.
What's that?
You can't talk to anybody involved
in the lawsuit against the department.
Meaning, Russell Poole.
Or Voletta Wallace.
Tell me about Mr. Poole.
You worked with him.
This whole conspiracy thing.
Hmm? You buy it?
You know, Russell Poole's a good man.
Good cop.
He believed what he believed,
and...
it's up to you to figure out if he was right.
[HEAVY SIGH]
[HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING]
♪
You believe this shit? Two cops... one's black,
the other one looks like he should be auditioning
for the goddamn Aryan Brotherhood.
No good witnesses, no surveillance footage.
We have a shit show.
Lyga's interview was solid.
If it's a good shooting, it's a good shooting.
You're seriously that naive?
Who the hell sponsored you for RHD?
I'm not naive.
So you know what people think of the department right now?
- Yeah, they're wrong. - Okay, so wait because Gaines,
he's gonna be the victim and we're gonna be the white cops
who are covering everything up and good luck telling your kids
- how wrong everyone else is. - My kids don't even...
You know what? We do everything by the book,
we'll be okay.
Come on.
Where we going?
Lyga said Gaines flashed gang signs,
and the car Gaines was driving
was registered to Sharitha Knight.
- Mean anything to you? - No.
She's married to Suge Knight. I checked.
Death Row Suge Knight?
And what I wanna know is why a police officer
would be driving Suge Knight's wife's car?
[HIP-HOP MUSIC]
Can I finish my burger at least?
It's Tommy's.
♪
Kevin was my boyfriend.
Did you know he was married and had a family?
[CLEARS THROAT]
- Technically, I'm married too. - Mm-hmm.
But Kevin and I weren't doing anything
behind anyone's back, if that's what you're asking.
How'd you two meet?
What does that have to do with anything?
We're just doing our job, ma'am.
The only thing you're doing is trying to turn this
into something that it isn't.
[CLEARS THROAT]
Coming to see me because I'm married to Suge.
Trying to protect one of your own.
Mrs. Knight, that is not the case, I promise you.
You promise me?
Kevin and I met out one night.
He was handsome, flashy.
I couldn't believe he was a cop.
Oh, we're not flashy?
- I told him who I was. - Mm-hmm, Suge Knight's wife.
Suge and I haven't been together
- for a long time. - Okay.
Even before he went to prison,
our marriage was just a piece of paper.
I got my own thing going. I manage my own artists.
Kevin even worked for me once.
What did he do?
He did security for Snoop at a family reunion he was having.
Snoop Dogg?
No, Snoopy.
Mrs. Knight, did Kevin and Suge know each other?
They met.
I told you we weren't hiding anything.
And Kevin wasn't worried about what Suge would think?
I mean, your husband does have a reputation.
Kevin wasn't afraid of anyone.
He was a man.
Like Suge.
Hm. So they respected each other?
What are you trying to ask me?
Mrs. Knight, to the best of your knowledge,
was Kevin... Was Officer Gaines...
A gang member?
Get out of my house.
[TENSE MUSIC]
[SNIFFS]
...is that there is no question
that Iraq continues its pattern of non-cooperation.
- I get it. I get it. - Greggers.
I'll see you. Duppers.
- How are you, my man? - Good.
Hey, let's go talk.
Look at you making those sleeves work.
So, they're pulling me onto another task force.
This one's out of Robbery Homicide.
It's a cold case.
That's great. RHD.
Shit, good for you, man.
I want you to join me.
Aw, come on, now. You know the deal.
I mean, I appreciate whatever it is you're trying to do here,
but I'm never going to get out of this uniform.
I'm certainly never gonna make it
all the way over to Robbery Homicide.
I don't think you understand.
They're giving me whatever I need,
and what I need is you.
- Don't do that. - Don't do what?
Don't make promises only to have my suspension come up.
Your suspension doesn't matter.
If you want in, you're in.
What's the case?
Biggie Smalls.
Now you're just messing with me.
- Nope. - 'Cause you know how I feel...
Daryn, I'm serious.
- No bullshit? - No bullshit.
Hey, it's time for you to learn how fun it is
to be a cop again.
Damn.
- Biggie. - Mm-hmm.
Biggie Smalls is the illest.
You don't know nothing about that.
[ZAPP & ROGER'S "DANCE FLOOR" PLAYING]
♪
♪ Let me see you moving on that dance floor, baby ♪
[HAPPY CHATTER, LAUGHTER]
Hey, yo, listen. Big, he coming.
A'ight, 'cause I will high profile that ass.
Hey, yo, what you told me you wanted to do
when you got to LA? Get some chronic,
- go to Roscoe's... - Yeah, and get up with Pac.
Exactly, done the two already, so stop doubting.
Now you gotta go three for three.
[RAPPING] Get the hat, trucker, you can suck my...
- Shit. - What'd I tell you?
What's up, what's up, what's up.
Let's move.
[CHATTERING]
♪ Hey, ho ♪
[LAUGHS]
What up, kid?
Look at this New York nigga.
95 degrees, wearing this big ass coat.
That's right, 'cause Big stay fly.
Uh-huh.
Biggie Smalls.
That's right, that shit be classy.
[LAUGHS] Check it out.
I'm doing this movie right now
and I cannot stop playing your song on set.
♪ Party and Bullshit ♪
ALL: ♪ And Party and Bullshit ♪
- You know my shit? - What'd I just say?
I'm driving people crazy with this song.
[MOCKINGLY] Uh, Mr. Tupac?
Can you turn down the music please?
Stop smoking that marijuana?
[LAUGHTER]
I'm just trying to be like you, G.
Ah, come on.
Going to my house later, wanna come?
Shit, you got lick and weed, I'm good, man.
You know the answer to that, baby.
- Let's move. - My man.
[ENGINE TURNING OVER]
♪ Hip-hop hurray, ho ♪
♪ Hey, ho ♪
- ♪ Hey... ♪ - [MUSIC FADES]
What a fucking nightmare.
Gaines' family already hired Johnnie Cochran.
What'd I tell you? It's a shit show.
Lieutenant, we've done everything by the book,
and we'll just keep doing everything by the book...
Would you stop with that with that crap? It doesn't matter.
Kevin Gaines is a bad cop.
Because Lyga said so?
Without proof, Cochran's gonna destroy him.
And then he's gonna destroy us.
It's not about what Lyga said.
Lieutenant, just hear me out.
IA had a file on Gaines.
He was involved in
three other road rage incidents while off duty.
I take it none resulted in a homicide.
Come on, he had a receipt
for a $1,000 steak dinner in his wallet.
He had a Mercedes in his name.
He wore Versace shirts to work.
You gonna say he did all that on a cop's salary?
- Poole. - He was driving Suge Knight's
wife's car when he was killed.
She said Gaines knew Knight.
What if Gaines was working for him off duty?
Lyga said he flashed gang signs.
Piru... it's the same gang Knight's associated with.
I don't care.
And from now on, you don't care either.
We're not gonna get a white cop off
by dirtying up the black cop that he killed,
do you understand me?
I'm not trying to dirty up anybod...
Detective! Do you understand me?
You two guys go home, check on your families,
and then put all your energy
into finding me a credible witness
that'll back up Lyga's story.
Yes, sir.
Preferably a black one.
[WAR'S "SLIPPIN' INTO DARKNESS" PLAYING]
♪
♪ Slippin' into darkness ♪
♪
♪ Take my mind ♪
♪ Beyond the dreams ♪
♪
♪ I was slippin' into darkness ♪
Every credit card receipt?
Yes sir, up to, during, and after the shooting, please.
But you guys already talked
to all the customers that were here.
I didn't.
♪ Take my mind ♪
♪ Beyond the dreams ♪
♪
[FOREBODING MUSIC]
♪
I thought the, uh,
I thought the cameras only recorded
- the inside of this place. - Huh?
The day of the shooting, I was told that the cameras
didn't record the exterior of the station.
Well, not by me.
Somebody must've just gotten confused with something.
Yeah, or not followed through.
Do you know if there's footage from that day
showing the outside of this station?
Possibly even the shooting itself, sir?
♪
Sir, is there video or not?
[SIGHS] Look, I was told not to give it to anyone.
By who?
The owner, okay?
He said that Johnnie Cochran was coming to get it,
so I guess it's valuable.
No, it's evidence. Give it to me right now.
- But I could lose my job. - Hey, right now.
Or I arrest you for obstruction of justice.
Not even Johnnie Cochran will be able to defend you.
Now.
♪
What does this show?
It's what the white cop said.
[HEAVY EXHALE]
[SIGHS, QUIET LAUGH] Mmm!
- [GUNSHOTS] - [METAL CLANKING]
My God, you're a terrible shot.
I'm not a cop anymore, what's your excuse?
I don't... I don't need to carry a weapon,
I just, I use my head instead.
Oh, oh, but I need practice?
'Cause you're not gonna be around much?
Is that what you're trying to tell me?
No, I just thought that this would be a fun thing to do.
You know, just like old times.
[GUNSHOTS, METAL CLINGING]
Look, Donna...
this is Biggie smalls. This case is legendary.
And it's been ten years.
I wanna be the cop that can finally help solve this thing.
I can't say no.
I'm not asking you to say no.
When have I ever done that?
I know, I just...
Tell you the truth, I'm a little jealous.
- What do you mean? - ♪ Biggie Biggie Biggie ♪
- ♪ Can't you see ♪ - Oh, please.
♪ Sometimes your words just hypnotize me ♪
Okay, shh, shh, shh, please stop, please stop.
- Please stop. - [SMOOCHES]
Look, hey,
we're gonna make it work.
- We will. - All right?
- Or I'm gonna shoot you. - Oh, you're gonna shoot me?
- Yes. - You're not gonna shoot me.
- You'd miss. - [SCOFFS]
- You would miss. [LAUGHS] - You're such an ass.
And last, certainly not least,
I think we all owe a round of applause to Detective Poole.
[CHEERING AND CLAPPING]
Through determination, solid police work,
and a complete lack of sleep,
it looks like he's put an end
to the Kevin Gaines/Frank Lyga nightmare.
Didn't I tell you how much I love this guy, Lieutenant?
- He's the best partner ever. - [LAUGHTER]
Listen, the department thanks you,
the city of Los Angeles thanks you,
and I thank you.
Okay, everybody, let's go to work.
Miller, Poole, in my office.
Guess he's gonna wanna kiss you in private.
[SNORTS]
Congratulations.
Thank you, sir.
So, uh, what now, Lieutenant?
Well, the shooting board gets the last word,
but the tape will definitely help clear Lyga.
And Gaines?
What about Gaines? He's dead.
Well, I know, but he...
Look, if Gaines is as shady as you think,
then it's up to IA to do something about it.
But they probably won't because again, he's dead.
So, we're just back in the rotation?
- No, you're back up. - What?
Christopher Wallace. I just got the word.
Are you kidding me? That's our reward?
- We get Biggie? - Look,
I know it's probably just some gangster thing,
but the murder's over a month old
and the media's making more noise by the day.
Oh good, you can give it to whoever's up next, then.
He's got more gang experience than anyone in the division.
We gotta solve this thing.
I don't care how much gang experience he has, sir,
if Wilshire hasn't solved it by now...
It's done.
- Anyone else. - It's done.
- Thank you, Lieutenant. - Oh, thank you, Lieutenant.
You're welcome.
♪ Ain't no love in the heart of the city ♪
You happy?
It's the kind of case we should be working.
- And we are. - Hooray.
What's your take on it?
I don't know yet.
Maybe it is just a, just a gang murder,
or maybe it's the whole
East Coast/West Coast music war, you know,
with the New York rap artists
hating the Los Angeles rap artists.
Jesus Christ, a rap war.
I should be playing golf right now, you know that?
And do not call them artists.
They're victims.
Can't forget that.
I know it's easy to sometimes, but then this is just a job.
♪ But now that you're gone ♪
I always preferred baseball to golf anyway.
What?
Yeah, I used to...
I used to dream of going pro.
What happened?
- I wasn't good enough... - [SOFT LAUGH]
So, I did the next best thing
and became a cop like my old man.
I'm sorry for us both.
[LAUGHTER]
Kelly Cooper.
I've been leading the Wallace investigation.
Poole and Miller, RHD.
- What do you have so far? - Me first.
So, I guess you guys have had a change of heart, huh?
What's that?
Well, it almost makes you wonder...
What if it was a white celebrity who got shot?
- Oh, Christ. - No, Bruce Springsteen,
one of the Backstreet Boys...
How long would it take Homicide Special to take over then?
A minute? Maybe two?
You know what? You wanted this investigation, so you...
- You enjoy. - Hey look, look,
we should've been working this case since day one,
we get that, but we're here now.
So, why don't you just give us what you have
so we can do what Wilshire division hasn't.
After all, you have had a month.
No, you don't know what the hell you're talking about.
So, tell us.
We want the same thing.
The victim is one Christopher Wallace,
aka, Biggie Smalls,
aka The Notorious B.I.G.
On March 9th, he was at a party for VIBE magazine
- at the Petersen Auto Museum. - ♪ Microphone killa ♪
♪ Peace to my peeps and my fam in Brooklyn ♪
♪ Used to face fed time now I had mine... ♪
Wallace was the man of the hour,
in from New York, he held court at a table
with Sean "Puffy" Combs,
CEO of Bad Boy Records.
Yo, what'd I tell you when we was getting started, huh?
On top of the world, baby.
- On top the world, eh! - [ALL CHEERING]
♪
Hey, hey, get my man something.
♪
The whole event might as well have been
an album release party.
"Life After Death" had just came out.
Wallace's new album was called "Life After Death"?
Crazy, right?
Heard any of it?
No, I missed it.
Number one album in the country.
That's fantastic.
[MONTELL JORDAN'S "THIS IS HOW WE DO IT" PLAYING]
♪ This is how we do it ♪
♪ Sha la la la la la la... ♪
Supposed to be a private event
for music and movie types,
but others found their way in.
♪ This is how we do it ♪
♪
It was overcrowded.
There was barely any security,
and there were definitely gang members in attendance...
Both Crips and Bloods.
[LAUGHS] What's up, B?
- What up. - What up, Puff?
Make no mistake,
Tupac Shakur was murdered in September.
Suge Knight was in jail,
but this East Coast/West Coast bullshit is not over.
It was a bold move
for Puffy and Biggie to come to LA.
[A TRIBE CALLED QUEST'S "AWARD TOUR" PLAYING]
The fire marshall shut down the party around midnight,
but it was so crowded, it took Wallace and Combs
another half hour before they got down
to the parking garage with their people.
[FOREBODING MUSIC]
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]
Yo, let's go!
- Let's go, let's go. - Let's go.
♪
- Yo, get Big in the car, man. - Fellas, we need to go.
Two Suburbans and one Blazer.
Combs got in the first Suburban with his bodyguards.
Let's go, man!
Wallace and his guys got in the second.
♪
We'll see you at the next party.
Yo, ma, bring some food.
I got you. Fatburger.
The third car, the Blazer,
was driven by Reggie Blaylock, Inglewood PD.
Wait, that's... A cop was in the caravan?
Yeah, he was moonlighting.
He was riding with the head of Bad Boy Security.
Watch this nigga, Eugene. Who this nigga is?
- Who is this clown? - Come on, brother.
Move, bro!
[UNINTELLIGIBLE YELLING]
♪
Who is this cat, man?
We run this shit!
♪
They pulled out of the parking garage
and headed north on Fairfax.
Hey, come on, get in the car, man.
♪
The first Suburban made the light on Wilshire.
The second one,
the one with Wallace riding shotgun, didn't.
Car number three, the Blazer driven by Officer Blaylock,
was pulling up the rear when a white SUV
tried to get between the second Suburban
- and the Blazer. - Move, man!
As Blaylock cut off the white SUV,
he saw a black or possibly
green Chevy Impala
pull up on the passenger side of the Suburban.
Yo, somebody's shooting!
[TIRES SQUEALING]
The shooter took off and headed east
on Wilshire in the Impala.
[TIRES SQUEALING]
Blaylock gave chase in the Blazer,
but he couldn't catch up.
[CARS HONKING, TIRES SQUEALING]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
♪
[OVERLAPPING SHOUTING]
Big! Big!
That's Big in there. That is Biggie in there.
- You know who shot Big? - They shot Big, man!
[PANICKED YELLING]
[SOLEMN MUSIC]
♪
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Wallace never regained consciousness.
Was pronounced dead
at Cedars
at 1:15 a.m.
Okay, fire away.
Okay, Wallace was the only target.
- There's no question about that? - Shooter stopped,
looked right at him, and fired.
And the Impala?
Late model Super Sport.
Multiple witnesses confirmed.
But they're not sure about the color, huh?
Conflicting reports.
Some said black, some say green,
all we know for sure was that it was dark.
Okay, what about that white SUV?
What do we...
What's the story there?
We don't know.
For physical evidence, we got slugs, casings,
Gecko 9-millimeter.
Mm-hmm, what about the composite?
We've actually got two composites.
[CLEARS THROAT]
Farrakhan was the shooter?
That's funny.
These don't look like the same guy.
Well hey, listen,
at least we got something to work with, all right?
Most of the witnesses that we talked to...
They were either uncooperative
or suddenly developed memory loss.
You know how it goes on the street, right?
Especially when Suge Knight might be involved.
Knight from prison.
That doesn't mean anything.
If he's a Godfather, yeah, maybe,
but he's a thug and he's a lucky thug.
Okay, so that's your theory...
Knight had Biggie killed by a member of the Bloods
to get revenge for Tupac.
That's the most obvious one,
but we don't have any leads that back it up.
Latest tip we've got actually points to a Crip.
A Crip?
Duane Keith Davis,
aka Keffe D.
He doesn't look like either of these guys.
And, uh, the only witnesses that saw the shooter...
They didn't pick Keffe out of a six-pack,
but there's something about this guy.
Okay, what's the motive?
Unpaid security work.
[SCOFF]
And where'd you get that tip from?
Confidential source.
A month you've been working on this case,
and all you have is a bullshit tip?
Hey, Keffe D was at the party,
and he was seen at Wallace's table.
We know that. And he lawyered up.
All right, we'll follow it.
Yeah, it was nice work.
Hey. Look.
Nobody is expecting you to understand this shit.
I mean, look, I barely understand it.
But this case...
We'll close it.
Thanks.
- Damn. - Yeah.
Ten years leads to a lot of paper.
But hey, at least we got this great office to work in, right?
- We can't do this on our own. - I know.
Department's gotta come strong on this.
I mean, the year that he was killed...
Biggie sold 5 million albums.
For us not to not to make an arrest
after he got shot in public...
I don't care if our people are involved or not.
Shit's embarrassing.
Yeah, Daryn, I know.
It's gonna take a task force... A kick-ass one...
But I promise you,
the department will make this right.
I just went to you first
because I didn't want your feelings to get hurt.
- You're an asshole. - I know.
Now, let's get to work while we don't listen to Biggie.
Psh, oh, we gonna listen to Biggie.
[HIP-HOP MUSIC]
Ah.
♪ Chickity check it, B.I.G. about to wreck it ♪
♪ Come through with my Brooklyn crew ♪
♪ You know how we do stick and move ♪
♪ And smack all dummies nothin' funny ♪
♪ Get jacked for your girl and your money ♪
♪ I be the realest and the illest ♪
♪ Rolling with killas thug gorillas ♪
♪ Do or die with bad fellas who cop B.I.G. ♪
♪ Do or D.I.E. ♪
♪ Better style nigga reppin' NYC ♪
♪ As I approach the scene with caution ♪
♪ Skinny nigga, never havin' for flossin' ♪
♪ My mama was a pair of dice, scream it proudly ♪
♪ Police around me ♪
♪ Me and my niggas got 'em rowdy, yeah ♪
♪ I want a gangster bitch ♪
♪ Like I pack this shit ♪
♪ Getting drunk off the whole fifth ♪
♪ Somebody best to save me, I'm crazy ♪
♪ I'm still playing while Brenda was having my baby ♪
♪
Check.
♪ We smoke hos and C notes ♪
♪ My nine inch, she chokes while she deep throats ♪
♪ I climax big black ashy, clashy, flashy ♪
♪ Bitches on my titty because they could get it ♪
♪ I'm on my grime all the time ♪
♪ Stacking G's, yo ♪
♪ Smoking mad weed with my nigga Cease A Leo ♪
♪ Honies wanna chill ♪
♪ Shit, I blow they back out ♪
♪ Suck some all night until I motherfucking pass out ♪
♪ Yo everywhere I go I'm totin' this .44 ♪
♪ Just in case no one opened up heaven's door ♪
♪ Bill Clinton is a troublemaker ♪
♪ Snatchin' lives off the streets ♪
♪ Like a motherfucking undertaker ♪
♪ Dear Lord can you hear me? ♪
♪ I bring them close but I really think they fear me ♪
♪ Take a look in my eyes tell me where is the hope ♪
♪ 'Cause in my mind we still hanging from a fucking rope ♪
ALL: Ohh!
Yeah, that's right. That's right.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
♪
Yeah, Wilshire's looking at somebody.
So, they have a suspect? That's good.
No, it's more like a person of interest.
Yeah.
- Duane Keh-fa D Davis. - It's Kee-fee.
He's from Compton, south side Crip.
That makes him guilty of something.
Well, I don't like him for this one, Lieutenant.
- Why not? - Well, no witnesses ID-ed him.
Plus, what do you know about
the East Coast/ West Coast rivalry?
- Enlighten me. - Okay, well,
the Crips are Team Bad Boy.
That's Team Biggie.
And more importantly, Davis was seen at Biggie's table.
Who talks to someone in front of hundreds of people
before they shoot them? Doesn't make any sense.
Since when does a gang-related shooting
have to make sense?
Maybe it wasn't gang-related.
This might've been a professional hit.
Oh, come on. You agree with that?
There's some things about the shooting that bother me,
like the white SUV, yeah.
It might've been a diversion car.
Some people were saying it was headed north,
other people said it was heading south.
They all agree that it was trying to cut off the...
Did it come from the grassy knoll maybe?
- This isn't a joke, sir. - Come on, Poole.
Come on, we need to have key people
brought back to Los Angeles...
Puffy, anybody that was with Biggie that night.
These people are our key witnesses,
and we haven't even questioned them yet.
Okay, I'll look into it.
But right now, you have a suspect.
Yeah. He was lawyered up.
Even if we liked him, we don't even have anything
to go at him with.
So, find something.
And if this guy's such a shit suspect,
why did he lawyer up?
'Cause he's a gangster.
That doesn't mean he did this.
[SNIFFS]
You're right.
But we won't know for sure until we clear him.
Get out of here.
[SIGH]
It's already been a month.
We can't focus all our energy
on someone there's no real evidence against.
Well, you never know, maybe he'll just confess.
We need to work this like it's day one.
We need to find out if there's anything Wilshire missed.
We need to talk to everybody at the Petersen Museum that night.
This entire division should be working this case.
That's not gonna happen.
Yeah, well, it happened when Cosby's kid got killed.
- That was totally different. - How is that different?
It's di... you know,
Russ, you're starting to grow on me,
but you can't compare some rapper to Bill freakin' Cosby.
- Okay? - Poole!
Up in the yard, I ran a DMV check
on that guy Wilshire gave you.
Thanks, I already did that.
Davis didn't have an Impala.
I dug a little deeper.
March of last year, Keffe D got a speeding ticket.
Check out what he was driving.
A 1996 Chevrolet Impala.
Black.
It's just not registered to him.
[TENSE MUSIC]
[SIGH]
♪
[CRASH]
LAPD search warrant!
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]
Don't shoot!
What the hell you doing busting into my damn door?
Move, move, move, move!
Don't come in my house like that!
Where's your search warrant?
- [ALL YELLING] - Okay, calm down.
- What is going on? - We just wanna talk.
What are you guys doing in my house?
Clear!
Ma'am, where is Keffe?
This is not his house.
Yeah, we know it's not his house.
Do you know where he is?
Can you tell me what the hell you doing in my house?
Ma'am, I need you to quiet down one second.
Hey, where is he going? Hey!
When's the last time you saw him?
♪
[OVERLAPPING CHATTER]
♪
I'd say we got something to go at him with now, huh?
[SIGH]
Yeah.
[SIRENS WAILING]
She doesn't know where the hell he is.
When'd she see him last?
Girlfriend says she hasn't seen him since yesterday.
Lawyer is trying to track him down.
Track him down and tip him off.
[HIP-HOP MUSIC]
Car's not registered in his name.
Girlfriend says she didn't know where the hell he is.
Last night she said she saw him?
Yesterday was when she last saw him.
Hey.
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
I think that's him.
[CAR DOOR SLAMS]
'Ey, homey, y'all looking for me?
♪
Get down on your knees.
- Get down on the ground. - What you mean?
- Do it now! - Get down.
- Do it now! - Get down on your knees!
- Do it! - Get down on your knees.
Put up your hands.
Interlock your fingers behind your head.
Lace 'em!
♪
The vehicle in question has not been driven
by my client for more than six months.
Other than it being the same model,
there's nothing that connects it
to the murder of Christopher Wallace.
My client has not been arrested or charged,
and is cooperating voluntarily,
and he will only talk about the shooting.
Yeah, well, we just wanna clear up a few things.
Thank you for cooperating.
Man, y'all barking up the wrong tree, homey.
You're wasting a lot of taxpayer's money.
Why don't you point us in the right direction then, Keffe?
I'm here. Ask what you got to.
Okay, were you at the Petersen Auto Museum
attending the VIBE party the night Biggie was killed?
Everybody was there. Shit was crazy.
Uh-huh, and did you drive your Impala there?
Again, the vehicle in question has not been driven
by my client for more than six months.
Are you sure?
'Cause forensics is gonna run all sorts of tests on it.
I drove a '95 Cutlas, a rental.
Was waiting on it when Biggie got shot.
Were you waiting on the street, or...
Naw, I was in the garage.
You can check the surveillance camera.
I had on a blue shirt, blue Jordans.
Shit, I was waiting with my homeys...
Wonder Mike and Wendall.
What color were their Jordans?
Okay, let's back up.
Did you see Biggie and Puffy at the party?
Yeah, I spoke to 'em.
And was that the first time, or did you already know them?
I know 'em a little bit.
Okay, what does that mean? Did you work for Biggie?
Did you do some security for Biggie?
You need to understand...
He will only talk about where he was
and what he was doing the night of the shooting.
- That is the deal. - That is bullshit.
Keffe, I'll be honest...
I don't like you for this murder, okay?
But I have some questions here,
and they're simple questions, I just need you to answer them.
You took my car.
Word is out.
Shit's a target on my head, homey.
He just wants to clear his name.
That is all he wants to do.
Fine, Keffe, fine.
What'd you talk about with Biggie and Puffy that night?
- Nothing. - Mm-hmm.
You know, they was drinking,
saying what's up, how you doing.
Okay, and that's it?
Did you see anyone who might wanna hurt Biggie?
- I didn't see nothing. - All right, how about in general?
- Who would wanna hurt Biggie? - Shit, you guys know.
No, what does that mean? What does that mean?
Death row Suge? Suge?
Not saying nothing either.
That's the problem, it's that nobody says anything.
Meanwhile, people's lives keep getting destroyed.
This isn't about Biggie being famous.
This mentality has to stop.
This interview is over.
Aw, come on, we have to talk to him again anyway.
He did not do it and you know it.
Thank you, gentlemen.
It has to stop, Keefe.
- [SIGHS] - [DOOR CLOSES]
[NOTORIOUS B.I.G. MUSIC PLAYING IN HEADPHONES]
♪
♪ Yo I got a savage flow ♪
♪ I can see it in the mirror where the magic hold ♪
♪ Billboard thriller, microphone killer ♪
♪ Beast on my beats and my fans is primo ♪
♪ Used to face fed time now I have mine ♪
What did you think?
I think it's a lot of bragging about his dick
and drug dealing.
That's what I think.
Biggie was a storyteller, liked to exaggerate.
You want politics, I'll hit you with some of Tupac's best.
No, I'll pass. Thank you.
What are you reading?
Rereading.
- _ - About Death Row.
You read the book about Poole?
I read every book about Biggie, Pac.
This case. Seen every documentary too.
That's good. That means I don't have to.
- Knock, knock. - Oh, there he is.
Daryn, this is our supervisor Brian Tyndall.
Thanks for having me on board.
Thank your boyfriend.
Who else you want to bring in?
Well, I was thinking we could make this a federal task force.
[CHUCKLES] Yeah, that ain't gonna happen.
What do you...
You told me that I could have
whatever I want, whoever I want.
Yeah, and I gave you this guy.
Still using a cloned cell phone, Officer?
That was five years ago.
Stupid mistake I more than paid the price for.
We all got our crosses.
- Okay, why federal? - Resources, reach.
If we don't go big on this it will never work.
Notorious case was federal, and that's why I'm here.
This is different.
You're damn right this is different.
This is a murder that happened ten years ago
and the victim was famous.
There aren't gonna be any new players here.
- You're losing me. How? - Okay.
We're gonna have to lean on people.
Like we've never leaned on them before.
Even if I agreed with you...
How's it going to look?
How's what going to look?
Voletta Wallace believes that the LAPD played a direct part
in her son's murder, and now only members of the LAPD
are going to help prove her right or wrong?
[SUCKS TEETH]
It's a big ask.
Will take some time, but I'll work on it.
- Please do. - Thank you.
I got good news, bad news. What do you want first?
Up to you.
The shell casings found at the scene. They're rare.
How rare?
Only two distributors in the entire country.
It will make matching the casings to the suspects easier.
- What's the bad news? - Keefe D's Impala.
Nothing inside ties it to the shooting.
And it's impossible to determine the last time
it was driven, but if we can somehow connect Keefe
- to the ammo... - How do we do that?
We can't even connect him to a gun?
Jesus Christ. Easy.
Just saying he wasn't exactly an open book to us.
Well, who is? Who is open with us?
Yes, I remember your speech. That was very moving.
I think we need to start showing Kevin Gaines picture
- to witnesses. - Oh, that shit again.
- Here we go. - Come on. You think Wilshire
only got a tip about Keefe D? They got hundreds of tips.
And I read every single one. Guess what.
One of them said Gaines might have been involved.
Making a good anonymous tip in your mind.
We know Gaines knew Knight.
So Gaines was banging Suge Knight's ex
while also acting as some kind of hit man for him?
- I didn't say that. - Yeah. Sounds like
exactly what you're saying with no evidence to back it up
and if you down that road and it leaks, Russ,
the press won't care
if you don't have any evidence, okay?
And that... no, wait a minute.
That's a nightmare for the department.
Okay, but we at least need to consult Vegas PD.
- Vegas? - There is a very real
possibility that the murder of Biggie Smalls
is directly related to the murder of Tupac.
- It's our job... - That's our job, really?
Is that our job or is it your excuse
not to go home to your sad little lonely apartment?
Huh? Give me a little goddamn credit here.
You got those pictures of your family there,
but not once have I seen you ever talk to your wife.
Poole.
You got a visitor.
Miss Wallace?
Yes. You are Detective Russell Poole?
The one now investigating my son's murder?
That's right. Me and my partner, yeah.
Why haven't you called me?
Ma'am, I'm very sorry for your loss,
but I wasn't the first detective to...
No, you're right.
You're right. I should have called you.
But I promise this department will do
whatever it takes to find out who killed your son.
Listen to yourself, trying to convince me
that the LAPD cares about the murder of a young black man.
- I care. I care very much. - Then why?
Why did I have to come see you?
Is there any information you could give us
that could help us with this investigation?
I knew nothing about Notorious B.I.G.
or Biggie Smalls.
I only knew about Christopher.
So no, I cannot help you.
I just wanted to meet the man in charge.
Would you tell me, uh...
Would you tell me about Christopher?
Christopher was my only son.
His father left us when he was two years old,
but I raised Christopher to be a positive person.
To cherish life every single day.
They say he dealt drugs when he was younger,
but I never wanted to believe that.
"Not my Christopher," I would say.
I didn't know that part of him.
I didn't know so many things they said about him.
I never even listened to his music until after he died.
And when I did, the profanity made me cry.
His songs were grotesque stories
about the stink of this world.
[SOMBER MUSIC]
But it also read
so beautifully to me.
♪
Christopher was loyal.
Christopher was a giver.
And all this stuff about him and Tupac.
They were friends.
Do you hear me?
Him and Tupac were friends.
[HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING]
[LAUGHS]
Yo, dog, I can't believe you worked with Janet Jackson.
I been feelin' the honey since "Different Strokes."
Shit had a nigger running around like I was Willis.
Shit. They asked me to take an AIDS test.
- Say word? For a movie? - No lie.
Everybody came at me.
First the producer came, then the director came.
So I told them if I'm really gonna hit that
then I got to take four tests.
Otherwise hell no. That shit's disrespectful.
Sure, but you and Janet tight, right?
Shit, home girl changed her number up on me.
Had me thinking we were playing paintball after we wrapped.
Damn, she played you like that?
This business is dirty.
You got to keep your boys close.
Shit, my boys are all hoping I get on your status.
What you trying to be like Pac?
'Cause I ain't just starring in the movies.
I'm writing them, producing them, on top of my music.
Shit. The hustle don't stop, baby.
- Ha! It's a different type of hustle. - Mm.
Let me hit that.
♪
Let me show you something.
Damn, dog, you read all this?
I ain't trying to be out here
just rapping about money and bitches.
There's levels to this Thug Life shit.
Hey.
Machiavelli.
Yeah.
"Men are driven by two principal impulses,
either by love or by fear."
He the shit.
[BAG THUDS ON TABLE]
You trying to rob a bank or something, nigger?
[AS TONY MONTANA] Hey, man.
You say hello to my little friend.
- [BOTH LAUGH] - You bugging, dog.
Nigga, they ain't loaded.
Go ahead.
- Shit. - Up in there.
[GUN COCKS]
[LAUGHS] Yeah, baby.
[SIGHS]
[KNOCKING ON HOOD]
- Hey. - Hey. [CLEARS THROAT]
- You okay? - Yeah. What is it?
So Compton PD called.
Detective wanted to relay some information about Keefe D.
What kind of information?
Keefe's got a nephew, guy named Orlando Anderson.
Who's Orlando Anderson?
Might be the guy that killed Tupac.
Yeah, they like him for it.
And Keefe's his uncle?
Yeah. And they're real close.
So I was thinking maybe we should take
that trip up to Vegas after all, huh?
[WINDOW WHIRRING UP]
[NOTORIOUS B.I.G. MUSIC PLAYING IN HEADPHONES]
♪ Yo I got a savage flow ♪
♪ I can see it in the mirror where the magic hold... ♪
Tyndall came through.
Got the green light to go outside the LAPD
for the task force.
Feds, Compton, whoever we need.
- Took him long enough. - Yeah.
I was starting to get worried I was gonna be stuck in here
- with just you forever. - [CHUCKLES] Yeah, you wish.
[SOLEMN MUSIC]
What?
Biggie was 24 when he was killed.
Tupac was 25.
Kids man.
♪
I just want to solve this thing.
Where ever it leads.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪