Snowfall

You know her?

She's one of the girls I killed.

Whoever's looking for her,

we need to figure out who that is.

Oh, I'm Victoria, by the way.

Reed Thompson.

You'll be ready to purchase another 25 keys?

No problem.

We'll be in contact.

Since when do we care what Gustavo wants?

I made him a partner.

Papa? I've got to tell you something.

Niggas broke into my spot, tie me up,

and hit me with a motherfucking baseball bat.

You see that? You see those rocks?

- It's my new favorite. - I ain't never seen that before.

- Fuck is that? - Our future.

Y'all cutting that shit too small, man.

Man, we've been at this shit for like a hour.

Can't we get some bitches to do this?

Already did.

Nigga got jokes.

We should be out there hustling right now.

No, no, no.

We're not selling this batch.

We gonna give it away.

What? For free?

Motherfucker, you done lost your mind?

Man, how we supposed to get paid, man?

Avi called this shit garbage.

Threw it in my face. Why?

Because he don't know what it is.

Nobody in L.A. knows what it is, not yet.

Ain't a market for it.

So... we gonna create it.

This motherfucker talking about markets

like he Dow Jones.

Y'all weren't there. This ain't no regular high.

One taste from this shit, motherfuckers be feenin'.

And when they do, you tell them to bring their cash

to MLK Park tomorrow, all right?

So, uh...

you're gonna let us sample the product this time, right?

I mean, this ain't coke. We gotta gain a little knowledge

if we're gonna educate the masses.

Just tell 'em it's good.

Yeah, but I wanna know how good.

- Fine. - Really?

On you.

But develop a taste for that shit,

and you can go back to moving furniture to make your ends.

Man, my couch humping days are over. Don't worry 'bout me.

What you think? This will work?

I don't know.

One small step for man, right?

Let's see that shit.

Fuck.

Shit.

Holy fuck.

Oh, man.

Oh, fuck.

Yo, I'm good.

We gonna make bank.

- Order up! - Thank you.

Relax. Mm.

Everybody in L.A.'s at least 10 minutes late for everything.

- Thank you for coming with me. - Seriously?

Finding Kristin could mean finding Jess.

Right.

You got some way of contacting him or...

Just his name.

Mm. Jim Stewart.

Wait, what? Ooh...

Sorry, it's just... Jimmy Stewart?

Oh, my God.

Wait, do you think it's a scam?

I don't know. I mean, could be a coincidence.

Sh...

- Hey... - 24, order up.

"The money is in youse house

Right next to yours.

And the Kennedys' house, and Mrs. Macklin's house, too,

- and a hundred others." - "And a hundred others."

I'm sorry. Oh...

I love Jimmy Stewart. Are you a fan?

Oh, no, at heart, I'm more of a Cary Grant girl, so...

Hmm.

Oh, gosh.

Do you wanna keep waiting or should we get out of here?

Fuck it. Let's just... Let's go, okay?

Oh, God.

Hello?

- Ah, I can see the resemblance. - Are you Jim Stewart?

Yeah. Yeah, it's in the nose, in the eyes.

Faces worth remembering.

Wait, um, so you really knew Kristin?

Well, don't know if I'd go that far.

We partied one night.

There was an Asian chick there as well.

She had fake bits. Brilliant.

- So where was this? - Some club.

Don't quite remember the name.

I might be able to remember better

if my tourist visa wasn't expiring.

Wait, what?

Money to hire a lawyer.

That would almost certainly jog my memory.

I reckon a few thousand should do it.

She had a dimple on her chin,

and she did a mean Bonnie Tyler,

just in case you think I'm not for real.

Wait. But...

I mean, I don't have a few thousand dollars.

I do.

I got more in the car. I keep it there for emergencies.

Come on.

Now, you're doing me a real favor here, mate.

If I just get this visa sorted, then...

- Sure. It's in the trunk. So... - ...then I can gig again.

It's a... it's... it's a punk rock thing.

Now I'm right at a vanguard of this... Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah!

You are a special kind of piece of shit, aren't you?

- Fuck! - Tell me the name of the club right now

or I'm gonna break your fucking arm, Jimmy.

All right, all right!

It's the Glitter Club.

Fuck.

Wow.

Gustavo. Nice boots.

I see we're taking good care of you, hmm?

I bought them for him.

His old ones had holes in them.

Yeah, well, Lucia.

Your father is in the study. He's been askin' for ya.

Okay.

Don't take too long. He needs his strength.

I haven't seen you in a couple of days.

Yeah.

I've been busy.

Hey.

I've been calling you.

What's wrong?

The camp was hit.

When?

- Early this morning. - Elena?

- I don't know yet. - The coke?

You think I give a shit about the fucking coke right now?

Right, sorry. I...

I'll, um, I'll ask around.

I'll see what intel I can scrounge up.

No, no, I'm going down there, Teddy.

Right now. We both should.

What?

Does Club Glitter mean anything to you?

All right, look, don't worry.

Just... you go. I'll stay here.

I'll make sure she doesn't get any further than that.

I thought approaching her was a bad idea, but...

you were right.

Look, if you're gonna go down there, be careful.

The whole area's probably still hot.

And the last thing I need is you getting yourself killed.

I will.

Thanks, Teddy.

It's like that, uh, "Prince and the Pauper" nigga.

Them old motherfuckers from back in the day, man, you know?

But except ain't no price.

It's just a rich white boy from Wall Street, right?

And he get tricked to switch places with Eddie

by these other crusty old rich white guys, right?

And Eddie becomes a Wall Street dude, man.

And the Wall Street dude, he turn poor and shit

and they start treating whitey like he a nigga.

Shit crazy, man.

And then, Eddie on the floor pretending like

he ain't got no legs and the police come over, man,

And they start, "hey man, what are you doing?"

- And he's like... - Nigga, I was with you, all right?

We saw that shit, like, two weeks ago with Franklin.

Really? Are you sure?

Oh, yeah.

Hear y'all giving away some new high.

He got you.

Hey, hold up. Hold up, hold up, hold up.

Spread the word, all right?

Tell everybody.

Hey, man, um, how many of these we give away? Like... like 30?

- Nah, more like 10. - Really?

Ain't given away 30 rocks, nigga.

You sure?

Really?

Hey, wh-what you all giving, man?

Something new and improved.

- Shit, hit me with a couple. - Nah, nigga, you getting one.

Let me have two, man.

Hey cuz I said you getting one, all right?

Now you can come back tomorrow and pay $10.

All right.

Hey, hook this nigga up.

All right, come here.