This is the money.
The rock.
Rock cocaine.
And everybody wants a piece of it.
You understand?
Now that was the money, youngblood.
And this is the power.
I could get you one of these.
You wanna hold it?
Go on, man, hold it.
Hold it!
So are you gonna join the Oliver Street Gang or what?
I--I don't know.
You don't know. Listen here, man.
You run with us, you live large.
Gold,
money,
girlies.
I tell you what,
I'll let you sell the rock right here.
Right here at the Challengers Club.
They don't allow drugs in the Challengers Club.
Let me tell you somethin', man.
They didn't allow alcohol during Prohibition, either.
How you think all those rich white folks got rich, huh?
That's right. By sellin' it.
So you better hook up, youngblood.
Brian! Kelvin!
And just where do you two think you're goin'?
MacGyver!
Brian,
let MacGyver handle it.
Don't you dare, now. You promised me!
Sherry,
call the station.
Tell them to send a car by. Do it!
Then live large, man.
Hey, fellas.
Who are you?
Name's MacGyver.
MacGyver.
Bobby, why don't you head inside, huh?
Yeah, go ahead, Bobby.
Hey, remember that talk we had, all right?
Now I just want you to know,
Oliver Street Gang, we're runnin' this hood.
Now I'm Player G, and these, these are my boys.
Hey, ole homegirl, wanna take a ride in my car, huh?
See the real world?
Son, why don't you leave?
No, no, no, the name's Player G, baby.
Now,
Cold Blood from the Ice Boyz, he's sneakin' over here into my homeland.
Is he in there?
He's not involved in gangs anymore.
Oh, yeah?
- Brian, what are you... - What's up?
All right, all right, let's chill it out.
Chill out. Oh, listen to the white bread,
tryin' to talk like he's one of the homies.
Say, you lookin' for me?
Hey, well, you on my turf, squab-fiend!
Ain't nothin' to me, punk!
Brian, you and Kelvin go inside now.
No, Mama, he's got no respect.
Mama?
No, no, ain't no pretty thing like that
gonna be droppin' no ugly fool like you.
Say what, punk?
Hey, hey, yo. Get off! Get off!
Come on! Come on!
I'll smoke both y'all. I'll smoke both y'all.
Bullets come out fast as I can squeeze.
Want some of this? I'm fine with my nine, yeah!
- Come on, you want some of this? - Ain't nothin' to me, punk.
Put the gun down.
Hey, there's five-o. There's five-o.
Officer, hurry. There's gonna be trouble over there.
Come on, man. Come on, let's go.
You keep your mouth closed.
Well, well, "Cold Blood" Jeffries.
You over here causin' trouble?
I think the real trouble just took off in that Mercedes.
Local expert, huh?
MacGyver's speakin' the truth.
Now, Brian is with the Challengers Center now.
Brian?
Well, that's nice. I like that.
Except the truth is this is the Oliver Street Gang territory.
And Cold Blood, I mean Brian,
runs with the Ice Boyz.
Meanin' he's on the wrong side of the tracks.
Are you done, Sergeant Mullins?
Oh, yeah, I'm done.
Why don't you go?
Come on, Kelvin.
Where's the Marine that runs this place, Hines?
I'm takin' over for him for a couple of days. Name's MacGyver.
Well, Mr., uh, MacGyver?
Well, right now you're standing in the middle of gangbanger hell.
I know your intentions are good,
but believe me, you don't know what you're up against here.
Unfortunately, I do.
Well, then you know guys like Brian Jeffries
gangbang till they're dead.
Or in jail.
Word of advice.
Believe nothing.
Expect the worst.
And watch your back.
MacGyver, make yourself at home. Have a seat.
Yes, ma'am.
Kelvin, get the plates and napkins.
Okay.
Brian, honey, you haven't had a thing to eat all day.
I'm not hungry.
Now I hope you ain't got no designs on startin' no trouble
because of what happened today.
Mama, how come you can't understand
you got to fight fire with fire?
Maybe because your mother knows that there are other ways.
Son, look how well you've been doin' in school
since you joined the Challengers Club.
School ain't life. The Challenger Center ain't life.
It's a hideout from the real deal.
The real deal happens to be
that if you gangbang, Kelvin's gonna.
Ain't it the truth?
How long you think it's gonna be before the Oliver Street Gang
won't be sellin' their drugs and collectin' protection
over here in our 'hood?
You saw Player G today jumpin' Bobby into his gang.
Next it'll be Kelvin. Is that what you want?
I'd rather fight back than to be runnin' scared.
That punk dissed you today, Mama.
I can't be havin' that.
MacGyver, he's just lookin' for an excuse
to quit the Challengers Club!
I can see it in his eyes.
Look, it ain't my 'hood.
I don't belong over there. And they don't belong over here.
So when's it gonna stop, huh?
What's it gonna take?
You've already lost your big brother Eddie to a gang bullet.
You're on the verge of puttin' Kelvin through the same crap!
Somebody talkin' about me?
Nobody talkin' about you, Kelvin.
Just set the table.
There you go again, Mama, treatin' me like I was a little kid.
Get down!
- Mama! Mama! - Oh, my shoulder!
- Mama, you all right? - Yeah.
MacGyver, do somethin', please.
Mama, it's me, Kelvin.
Mama, please. You're gonna be okay.
Brian!
Call the paramedics!
Hello? Listen, you got to get paramedics over here right away.
My mama's been shot!
You're gonna be all right, Mama.
I know that, Kelvin.
It's that brother of yours I'm worried about.
I know this isn't gonna do any good,
but you should be in bed.
MacGyver, please.
You gonna to have to find Brian
before he catches up with those fools who did the shootin'.
I'll do my best.
And, Kelvin, you help him.
I'm fine.
I don't wanna lose another son.
Hey, yo, Stump, why don't you whip us up some burgers and fries, man?
Yeah, Stump, you heard the man. We hungry.
- Word. - That's right.
C'mon with the bizzoos.
Put some ketchup on mine, Stumpy.
Fry it up, Stump.
Yo, Cuz, man.
Hey, yo, man, Maynard, take my stick, man.
I got some business with the Gunman.
Yo, man, where you hidin'?
Before you say anything, G., you owe me three grand.
No, you make too much money, man.
Quantity of guns and drugs I get from you,
I should be gettin' a discount.
I told you already, I don't do discounts.
You do if I say so. And I'm sayin' so. Got that?
Now, don't mess with me. Just give me the three grand, okay?
I'll tell you what, Gunman,
I'm gonna take a twenty percent cut
and I'll forget you were in my face. How about that?
Nada.
No can do.
Oh, you'll do it,
unless you wanna get smoked.
Yeah.
Yeah, I guess, uh...
I guess since you put it that way...
I don't have a choice, do I?
That's right. Let's take a look at some of them automatics you got here.
That is nice.
Tell you what, Gunman,
why don't I just take this beauty to seal the deal? How about that?
Yeah.
Yeah, sorry, it's a seller's market, dirtbag.
Get back in there, Jojo!
Someone down the alley just offed G.
Get back in there!
That's right.
- You're sure? - Yes, sir.
Brian!
Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute.
Like I said,
these guys don't quit till they're dead or in jail.
This time we got an even split.
Got one dead,
one goin' to jail.
Hey, Kelvin.
How you doin', little brother?
What's up?
You wanna tell me what happened?
Why? You can't help me, man.
Did you ice Player G? That's all we wanna know.
What difference does it make? The police don't care
as long as they get another gangbanger off the street.
I care.
And your mother cares.
Mama asked MacGyver to help.
Then give me a gun so I can bust out of here and help my homies.
Look, the best thing you can do for your homies right now
is to help yourself.
Now,
did you do it?
No.
Did you see who did?
No.
But the Gunman was the only other dude in the alley.
He had to have done it.
Who's the Gunman?
He deals. A white dude.
All right, what's his righteous name?
Don't know. Why do you care anyway?
Because I wanna get to the truth. Is that okay?
Truth don't matter.
The police got a brother.
That's all they need.
Know what I'm sayin'?
Hey, jailkeep!
I'm ready to go.
Kelvin, be strong, homeboy.
Hey, you lookin' for somethin'?
These wine boxes.
You got any idea who delivers them?
Who are you? A cop?
I'm a friend of Brian Jeffries.
Well, you better get away from here
before some friends of that boy he killed show up.
Hey, wait a minute, hold it.
Did you hear the shots?
I didn't hear nothin'. I didn't see nothin'.
Then you might wanna know that somebody's been delivering weapons
in your liquor crates here.
See this stuff?
It's called Cosmoline.
It's a lubricant.
They use it when they're packing guns for shipping.
Do you know a guy they call the Gunman?
I don't know no Gunman. I don't know no guns.
I don't even know what you're talkin' about.
Come on, Stumpy.
At least tell me about this Minton guy.
The guy who makes your deliveries.
Stumpy.
Kids are gonna die.
Do you want that on your conscience?
Gangbangers call him "The Gunman."
He's the same guy you were askin' me about in the alley.
He's been around this area now for about three years.
Last year he worked at a vending machine company.
Year before it was beverages.
You got a home address on this guy?
Just a cellular phone number is all.
In case I needed a last-minute order filled.
That'll do. That'll do just fine.
Here. This'll keep you out of my hair.
Thanks.
Stumpy, you got kids?
Four grandchildren. Why?
There's a meeting tomorrow at the Challengers Club
for all the folks who are sick and tired of this stuff.
Thanks, but no thanks.
Well, think about it.
Got enough troubles of my own.
No more meetings.
Mmm-hmm. That's right, Beulah,
we'd appreciate it.
Thank you.
Hi.
Oh, MacGyver, I've called everybody.
Most say they gonna try to come to the meetin',
but, well, we're just gonna have to wait and see.
You find out anything on that lead of yours?
Uh, yeah. He goes by the name of Minton,
but it's an alias.
I had Phoenix run a trace on his cell phone.
It seems he made most of his calls around 9:00 in the morning
or 6:00 at night from the Sunset Lake area.
Sunset Lake?
Black folks almost need
a court order to even just drive through that neighborhood.
Well, that should make it easier to find him.
- How? - His magazines.
Take a look.
Ah.
All the trucks and gun racks out that way.
Oh, everybody reads this stuff.
Yeah, but not everybody reads "Black City Beat."
Ain't you somethin'?
And, you know, I believe I know somebody who works at this magazine
who could give us a subscriber list!
That's great.
Might even be able to get her to come to the meetin'.
Oh, speakin' of the meetin',
I'm gonna have to see about the bleachers.
Ain't you somethin'?
Watch him dribble in, man.
Check 'em out, man, bring 'em up!
Pick it up, pick it up! Go!
Block that pass!
- Yo, yo, man. - Watch it, boy!
Watch him low, man, he comin' down.
Comin' in, comin' in. Put it up, man!
Oh, man, come on, kick it out!
You can do it, you can do it.
Yo, man, Kel. What's up?
Time out. Time out.
- What's up, man. - What up, Jeff?
Yo, man.
I gots the straight lowdown on them Oliver Street fools.
What's up, Hard Rock?
On a serious tip, homeboy.
I found out that 12:00 tomorrow,
boom, Gunman is gettin' with the Oliver Street Gang
at the abandoned brewery.
- Is that a fact, man? - Check it.
The Gunman came in the tire shop where I work today
to get a change on his truck.
Wait. You had the Gunman and you didn't bring him down?
Why, man?
Because my brother's gonna go to the joint because of the Gunman,
that's why.
Why don't you just chill out and listen?
Now, what the Gunman really wanted
was to do gun business with an "O.G." Ice Boy,
you know what I'm sayin'?
And Hard Rock is a Ice Boy till the day I die.
He said them Oliver Street fools beat him on a deal
so he wanted to get them back.
What's that got to do with not bringin' down the Gunman?
Look, Kel, my brother,
you gots to be more tactical in these things,
you know what I'm sayin'?
I played along like nothin' was nothin' so we could get all of them.
Gunman, too.
Payback, my brother.
Straight payback.
What you lookin' for, mister?
Guns.
Drugs.
Oh, you again, huh?
Some people just don't know when to stop, do they?
I agree.
What do you know?
Hey, I spent 12 years as a cop in areas like South Central L.A.
I was shot at, spit on, cussed at.
Of course, then they canned me
because I roughed up some little low-life
that would have shot his mother for a fix.
So what?
You turned your beat into a business opportunity, sellin' guns and drugs?
Yeah, that's right.
See, first they took my job,
then my family.
Then my reputation.
So I figured I'd get a little
restitution.
- From kids? - Yeah.
Nobody else cares about them.
Why should I?
That's not true, mister.
A lot of people care.
Oh, really?
Why don't they go on down there then and do somethin' about it?
They are trying.
But they need time.
Time! You don't have time, buddy!
Understand?
If you're so in love with those gangbangers,
I think I'll take you down there with them.
See, I've set up a little meet with the Oliver Street guys.
What they don't know is I tipped off the Ice Boyz.
Then I thought I'd sit around and watch them kill each other for a while.
Then blow up what's left.
Yeah.
Think I'll throw you in with the "what's left".
- What you up to, Kelvin? - I gotta go, Mama.
Kelvin, you was gonna help me with the parents meetin'.
I know. I'll be back in just a minute. I promise, okay?
Don't you dare leave here, me tellin' you no!
Don't you get in that car!
Drive, Baker!
Baker, you stop this car right now, do you hear me?
You boys goin' after trouble and I know it!
You'll have to drive over my dead body to get there!
Come on, man. Let's go pick up my car, man. The guns are in it.
Kelvin, you get your behind out of that car!
What I'm gonna do now, Kelvin?
Just back up and go around, man. Back up and go around.
Kelvin!
Come back, Kelvin!
You come back here!
Kelvin!
Come back here!
Regina, you're over-reactin'.
Them boys might have just been goin' off to play basketball.
"Them boys" didn't have a basketball.
They didn't have a "goin'-to-play-basketball" attitude.
We all know when trouble's comin'
and we don't pay attention.
That's one of our problems.
Well, what we supposed to do?
Know what's going on.
Get involved.
And right now is a good time to start.
Stumpy. What you doin' here?
All you are interested in
is kissin' up to them Oliver Street boys.
Believe me,
I didn't wanna come here.
But I got grandchildren.
Yeah, yeah, sure.
Glad to have you, Stumpy. Sit down.
No, I don't have time for that.
I just want to let you know,
I heard the Ice Boyz are goin' after the Oliver Streets.
Say what?
Sounds like it's gonna be a bad fight.
Fight? Where?
Over at that abandoned brewery on Mason Avenue.
I know you ain't thinkin' about goin' over there yourself.
That's exactly what I'm gonna do.
Well, I'm gonna call the police like I got good sense.
Yeah, you can't go over there.
No!
This is our responsibility!
We always dependin' on the police.
And all they got to depend on is self defense
when it comes to these gun-wielding gangbangers, our children.
You hear me? Our children!
And we better damn well do somethin' about it!
You're crazy!
No,
I am desperate!
Y'all that's gonna come, come.
You gonna stay, stay!
Today we gonna look our kids in the eye
and say, "No."
We gonna do it ourselves!
Like we should have been doin' all the time!
Okay, MacGyver,
my turn to improve the world.
Gonna clean up a lot of trash with one big bang.
One big bang.
The Oliver Street days are done.
Ice Boyz is in the house now and we gonna put in some work.
Ice Boyz must have lost their way.
Yeah, it looks like we gonna be plantin' more than trees.
Let's mob on these fools.
Yo, Ice Boyz is wack!
Well, come get some then, fool.
What's up? You ain't said nothin' but a word, Bootsy!
- What you wanna do? - Tell them to throw down!
Who's that, man?
It's Minton.
Man, I'm gonna bust a cap in that fool!
Damn, it's my grandma.
Hey, man, what your mama doin' here?
I don't know, man. What's your mama doing here?
- Boy, what you doin'? - You crazy?
Grab my arm. Come on.
Don't let go. Pull!
It's MacGyver.
Look at him tryin' to save the Gunman's life.
Why he tryin' to do that?
You got a problem with somebody showin' a little human decency?
Hey, check this out.
Put your guns down!
He set you up!
This truck
is filled with dynamite!
Put the guns down!
Do like the man says.
Look at you!
So easy to get you little fools to kill one another!
Give you some drugs,
give you some guns,
just turn you loose in your own neighborhood!
Somebody kills!
Somebody dies!
Somebody goes to prison!
Fools, every one of you!
Put the damn guns down and think!
Think!
You ain't hurtin' nobody but your own!
It's no excuse.
No excuse!
Stupid!
Hey!
Man, it's good to be out.
The joint ain't happenin', little brother.
Word.
Why, I be takin' my show to the Forum with Michael Jordan anyway.
Uh, with hands like that, you better be thinkin' lawyer.
Yeah? Well, you gonna eat your words, bro,
when you see me in one of those sneaker commercials.
Your project "Green the Scene" is workin', MacGyver,
in more ways than one.
The trick is to keep it working.
Oh, guns, drugs, gangs,
we got a lot of bad habits to break in our community.
If we don't,
these bad habits gonna destroy us.
It don't have to be "dog eat dog."
It can be people respectin' people.
Maybe the kids have some role models now.
I sure hope so.