about money.
This is about power!
There's a new king in the streets.
This is a message he has for your people.
You are history.
Fucking history, goddamn puto.
What the fuck are you doing now, man?
You're crazy!
King Willie says
not only do I have to kill you,
but I have to take your soul.
Voodoo magic.
Fucking voodoo magic, man.
But you know what?
I tell you what I believe.
Shit happens.
Shoot it!
Fucker!
Shit happens.
I'm standing just outside
a penthouse complex in San Pedro...
.. involving as many as 20 people.
It's uncertain who they were.
One report indicates it might be
the feared Jamaican Voodoo Posse.
I go in for my physical and the doctor says
"I need a semen, stool and urine sample. "
I say "Gee, doc, I'm in a big hurry.
Can I just leave my underwear?"
Oh, God.
Word is there may be as many as
50 more dead bodies up there.
Oh, man, it's Pope.
That parasite must live in his car.
I'll handle it. PR's my specialty.
Word is they want your ass off the job.
- Tony!
- Who the hell are you?
Your biggest fan!
Catch your show all the time.
- I got a job to do!
- Your job is to root for garbage elsewhere.
- Been inside?
- Yeah. We were gonna go in with our guys,
but we were told on a radio transmission
nobody goes in under any circumstances.
All units, be advised.
Federal officers will handle investigation.
- We didn't hear that. Let's go.
- You're the boss.
This is Cheryl Tyer reporting live...
Hey, nice flashlight. Mind if I borrow it?
OK.
Damn!
Look familiar?
Fuck.
Oh, God.
Ramon Vega, the crack king.
Biggest operator in East LA.
100 keys a week.
- Why isn't he skinned? And who are they?
- Jamaicans. King Willie's boys.
That makes no sense.
This was a voodoo ritual. I've seen it
before. They took his heart out.
- What for?
- Terror tactics, man.
You know,
to scare the shit out of their enemies.
- King Willie.
- Who the hell is King Willie?
King Willie, voodoo priest of the LA posses.
Ran the terror gangs
for Edward Seaga in Jamaica
till he got too powerful.
The Jamaican chiefs
won't make a move without his approval.
So what the fuck happened?
Shit!
Hey, we got a survivor!
What's she saying?
I don't know. She's not making any sense.
She keeps saying "El diablo vino
por ellos. " The devil came for them.
If it's the Colombians, why'd they leave their
boss hanging and his girl naked on the floor?
- It wasn't the Colombians.
- Our friend from the armoury.
Right.
We got a new player in town.
Come over here, Mike. Check this out.
What is that?
Looks like a spear tip or something.
This is a restricted area.
I want it cleared immediately.
You're walking on physical evidence.
- We'll take care of her.
- She's with me.
Lieutenant, I'd like
a word with you in private, please.
They say that persistence
is your most outstanding quality.
- I know this is your show...
- You're not listening to me!
You got a big nose and
you're sticking it too far in my business.
Maybe you can hear this.
The next time you cross me,
you're gonna turn up missing.
- Garber, the man with the camera. Get him.
- Yes, sir.
- All right. Let's go.
- Stay away.
- Hey, fuck you, man! Give me my camera!
- Shut the fuck up.
Hey, wait a minute!
I got my rights! I'm a journalist.
- Harrigan!
- Shut up. Let's go.
Smells like a cover-up.
The press has a right to know!
Take him out of the building. Search him.
Now you get the hell out of here.
Who the hell are you, Keyes?
The last person in the world
you wanna fuck with.
Wanna make me proud, kid?
Take your bag of tricks, stay with them,
find out where they take her.
Meet me later at La Cita's.
And be careful. These guys are good.
Hey, don't worry!
Surveillance is my specialty.
OK, then. Just get going.
Go get 'em, Lone Ranger.
Danny, look here.
We gotta take this real cool.
These guys sure aren't the DEA,
but it's still Keyes's party.
You stick around, stay