Unsolved: The Murders of Tupac and The Notorious B.I.G.

PREVIOUSLY, ON "UNSOLVED":

Show me your hands!

Shooter was Detective Frank Lyga,

undercover narco working out of Hollywood division.

What the hell was the fight all about?

It was something about a chain.

Who do we have something on?

Corey Edwards. We get him to talk,

maybe he tells us Keefe was involved,

maybe he just knows something, period.

Corey Edwards, you're under arrest

for conspiracy to transport cocaine.

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.

Dirty cops, Death Row.

They just don't want me to find out the answers.

I'm here to see Tupac Shakur.

- Name, please? - Ayanna Jackson.

They raped me!

Shakur! You're under arrest.

Give me your hands.

Yo, Cease, what you doing here?

Hey, yo, Biggie recording up here! Come through!

Don't move, bitch! Everybody get down!

Hello?

Hell going on?

Mr. Shakur.

I'm Dr. Osgood.

I'm the lead surgeon at Bellevue Hospital.

You're here because you suffered multiple injuries.

Took a few hits to the head,

the outer surface of your left hand,

your groin, and your thigh,

where a bullet landed,

severing the profundus femoral artery.

You are a very lucky man.

A few inches either way,

and you'd be dead.

But my dick still works.

Yes, it will,

along with the rest of you.

Okay, our next stop is exploratory surgery.

Elliot? Wotan?

You know what to do.

No press, no groupies.

Anybody else claiming to know my son...

If they aren't our people

or from Pac's circle,

they're not allowed.

That's you, Ma?

Hey, baby.

When Watani get here?

Oh, shit.

Them dudes from the Quad came looking for me, didn't they?

We gotta go. Where're my pants?

- No, relax. - Relax?

Them dudes just tried to blast me.

I ain't safe.

Who's getting through me?

Through us?

We got you, son.

What about court in the morning?

We can reschedule.

Hell, no. I need to be there.

They ain't getting me on these bullshit charges.

Court can wait.

I can't believe they shot me.

Any idea who did it?

Damn, punk.

Excuse me. I'm looking for Tupac Shakur.

Last door on the right.

Thank you.

Out of the way. Please, please.

Back up, sir.

- Move. - ...guilty or not?

Tupac Shakur has been convicted

and sentenced to a maximum of 4 1/2 years in prison

for sexually abusing a fan.

A state judge in New York condemned

the 23-year-old rapper for his, quote,

"arrogant abuse of the victim"

and crimes he said had escalated

as Shakur's career progressed.

Protective custody?

Gen pop's a zoo.

But they showing me love.

Not all of them.

Come on, man. I can hold my own out there.

Above my pay grade.

About time you came and took them shackles off me.

I wouldn't get too comfortable, Corey.

You are facing some hefty time behind bars, my friend.

I already told you all back in the day,

and I'm telling you the same thing now.

I don't know shit about who shot Pac and Big.

Weren't you in Vegas when Tupac was shot?

Yeah, I was around.

With Keefe?

Some say he was there.

Some say he wasn't.

But we know that you've been running

with the Southside Crips for years.

Running with them? Nah.

We just stay on the same block. That's it.

Look, I knew people like you growing up, Corey.

One toe in, nine toes out.

You wanted to bang, but your balls never dropped,

so you just hung out on the sidelines.

You're more of a groupie.

Nah.

Nah, I got my own shit going.

I'm a boxing promoter, you feel me?

How about your baby girl, man?

What about her?

I got a daughter the same age.

Ain't nothing better in this world than

her running into my arms after a long day of bullshit.

The precious time that we spend,

that's just us paying it forward,

'cause when the roles are reversed and you get older,

who you think's gonna take care of you?

Mm, daughters need their daddies.

Listen, if you can help us with the Biggie Smalls murder,

we can help you

in any way possible.

And if I don't?

Then you're not gonna see your little girl

till she's in college.

Okay.

Okay?

Okay.

I guess I'm just gonna have to

take my chances

at getting my case reduced.

What?

I ain't no snitch.

How'd it go with Corey?

Ah, he bet on himself.

Seems to be a common trend in the world of gangsters.

Gangster-adjacent, in his case.

So Justine, what are we doing in a storage unit?

Not just any storage unit. Russell Poole's storage unit.

Tyndall called, said Poole

stopped paying his bill a few months back.

Before it's turned over to auction,

he wanted us to look into his old case files,

see if there are any links to Biggie and Tupac.

More files.

Lucky us.

Poole used to coach baseball?

Yeah, it's news to me. Look at that.

He was good, too. Coach of the Year.

You know, I could've helped with Corey.

I worked Compton for years.

I... I got a shorthand with those guys.

The Crip Whisperer.

Bloods, too.

Show of hands if you know who coined my nickname.

DJ Quik.

Right. It's a great mix tape.

Found some stuff on Keefe D

on the Southside Crips

from Orlando Anderson's funeral.

Yeah, I remember this.

The note from Dorrough is awesome.

Orlando's best friend, right?

Compton legend.

Right there.

Hell, yeah, that's him.

You got my money, Carrots?

Got these nuts, you bitch-ass...

Corrough's doing a triple life bit in Pelican Bay.

Wait, triple life for two murders?

Uh, three. By law, Orlando's murder

was part of that drive-by.

Sounds like self-defense to me,

but what in the hell do I know?

Plight of the black man.

We should talk to Dorrough.

I agree.

Orlando Anderson was his ace.

Dorrough might have had

an inside track to Pac and Biggie.

But we need more, something tangible.

All right, lets' grab these files,

get 'em back to the office,

and see what they get us.

He lives!

Happy New Year, Rus. Great to have you back.

Oh, it's great to be back.

Eh? New tie?

That it is. It's a Christmas gift

from my kids.

According to my son, green symbolizes growth

- and harmony. - Mm.

My takeaway from my ten-day... sabbatical

uh, is that it is time to be a team player