Waist Deep

Save our streets!

Save our streets!

Residents of South Los Angeles

marched on City Hall

for the third day in a row,

protesting the lack of police protection

in their community.

The protests were touched off by

the death of Mildred Thompson.

Mrs. Thompson, her husband

and two children died while sleeping.

Their home was set on fire

by suspected gang members

involved in the drug trade.

According to reports,

Mrs. Thompson had confronted the leader

of the notorious gang

the Outlaw Syndicate,

demanding that

members of his gang...

Yeah?

...no longer sell drugs

in front of her home.

Sh*t, Luck.

I asked you to do one thing.

One thing, and you can't even do that.

Well, it's 3:
00.

He get out at 3:
00.

No, I can't leave here

and go get him. I can't.

Because I just got this job, dawg,

and I'm not trying to f*** it up.

Lucky...

All right. I'm gonna get over there

when I can, man.

Yeah.

How you doing, Mr. Brooks?

This is Otis over in Security.

Sir, my replacement

is about 30 minutes late,

and I gotta go deal with a family

emergency that just popped up.

No, I understand.

No. No. It's my son,

Mr. Brooks.

Hello?

What's up, L.A.?

It's your girl Yo-Yo

making it do what it do.

Record temperatures

continue today

in what has been

the longest heat wave in 27 years.

Nine people have died

from heat-related complications,

and there is no end in sight.

In South Los Angeles,

residents of Watts Fowler continue

their boycott of city services

until the Mayor has addressed

their grievances.

Hey, look, I'm gonna have to lock the gate

in a minute, Junior.

-What up, boy?

-What up?

I thought Uncle Luck

was supposed to pick me up.

Yeah, he was.

I'm trying to find him now.

What happened

to your face, Junior?

Some boy tried to punk me.

-You beat his ass?

-Yeah.

All right, then,

get in the car.

What did I tell you

about fighting, Junior?

You gotta be better than me

when you grow up. You hear me?

Yeah.

Will you ever learn?

I'm happy to see you, though.

Oh, man! Cool!

Give me that.

Add that to your collection.

Hey. Hey, look, Dad.

Yeah. Talented horse.

Dad?

Yeah.

Can I tell you something?

Yeah. What's up?

When I was standing back there

in the schoolyard, I was thinking

if nobody came back for me,

what would happen?

I'll always come back for you.

Pinky promise?

Pinky promise.

-Dad?

-Yeah.

Can I have some ice cream?

Yeah. We can get you

some ice cream.

Yes.

-Got to stop by my job first.

-Okay.

En vivo y directo

from the West Coast, baby,

you know me, Julio G,

in your ear hole once again.

I'm glad y'all

are tuned in, man.

We got a lot of music

coming your way today.

Y'all wanna hear something,

just hit us up, man.

Phone lines are wide open.

You know how to do it, man.

What're you doing, man?

-What?

-Never put your hands on a gun.

What are you thinking about?

I'm sorry. It's my fault.

I should have never put it there anyway.

That's yours?

No, it's not mine. I got it from my job.

I'm supposed to take it back.

Don't matter, though.

Don't ever play with a gun!

Okay.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Knucklehead. Crazy, man.

We have

a special guest on the line.

Yes, a very, very special guest

on the line.

He is a distinguished author

and scholar,

Dr. Michael Eric Dyson.

What's up, Dr. Dyson?

Thank you so much

for having me on the show.

It's so good to have you here.

I think it's very necessary for us

as a community to organize our dissent

against this animal,

this beast,

that has infested us

in a negative fashion.

These drugs have

undermined us.

What we call the

political economy of crack

and other drugs have

really devastated us.

And now, on top of that,

drug gangs.

Gangs that are involved

in the business of distributing...

How you doing, brother?

Got a couple of suits here.

I think that you would

look really good in this one.

What you think?

No, I'm cool.

It's on special.

Yeah, I'm straight.

Come on, now.

Help a sister out.

Move, b*tch!

Yo, man, I got places to go, man!

Move!

Yo! Drive!

Yo, put this motherf***er

in park, nigga!

You know what the f*** this is?

What the f*** are you doing?

Come on, man!

Get the f*** out of this car!

My son, man...

Get the f*** up out this car, nigga!

Junior!

Hey, man!

Look out!

You hit my car, motherf***er!

F*** you, nigga!

I'm gonna f*** you up.

Hey! My son!

Come on, nigga! Get the f*** up!

Come on, get in the car!

Dad! Dad!

Junior!

-Dad!

-Junior!

No!

No!

Junior! Junior! Junior!

Come on! Come on! Come on!

Where you going?

Hey.

-Get the f*** off me!

-You set me up!

-Get off me!

-You set me up!

You marked me!

You got me jacked!

I don't know what you're talking about!

Get the...

Where did they take that car?

My son was in the car!

Where did they take the car?

I don't know!

B*tch, if you don't start talking,

I'm gonna shoot you

-in your motherfucking mouth!

-I don't know!

-I didn't have anything to do with it!

-You know something.

Get that f***ing gun

out of my face.

I want my son back.

I want my son!

-One, two...

-All right!

All right. I just heard about the guy

they supposed to be selling the cars to.

Where is he?

Where?

On 96th Street.

-Let's go.

-Wait!

-Let's go!

-I can't!

Wait, wait. All right.

Can I please just get my sh*t first?

Hey! That's my sh*t!

Hey! You motherf***er!

Come on, let's go! Let's go!

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