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♪ Too tough to die ♪

♪ Blessed are those
who believe ♪

♪ Who believe
and have not seen ♪

♪ I wasn't there
and it's got me wondering ♪

♪ No room to turn ♪

♪ Let alone learn ♪

♪ Too tough to die ♪

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(Foreign language)

(Groan)

(Metallic rattling)

All right, Grindenko,
we're good.

(Door closes)

(Low conversation)

- Boys.
- Hey.

What's up?

- Are you okay?
- He's a real scumbag.

- What, he hit on you?
- Would it matter if he did?

He had a couple of girls chained
up down there.

Well... as long as
his business is good.

He's good for it. You can't tell 'em
from the real thing.

Headaches and highs.
40 bucks a pop.

You're looking at
a 60% mark-up. Easy money.

There's no such thing.

Considering I'm doing
all the work.

You're making an introduction.

- I want 15%.
- Ten.

- This is my deal.
- Don't get above yourself.

- I can take it elsewhere.
- 12. Don't push it.

You're gonna be there, right? Tomorrow?

- I'll get you the money.
- He only wants to deal with you.

I'll get you the money.

You wanna grab a bite to eat, Jack?

- Now?
- Hm.

You wanna take me on a date, Jimmy?

No.

Well, maybe.

A little.

A little of a date?
Either it is or it isn't.

- Don't laugh at me.
- I'm not.

We grab a bite to eat, Jackie.

Talk business.

Two birds, one stone.

Always with the practicalities.

Yeah, well...

you know me.

Another time.

(Car horn)

(Dog barks)

(Bleeping)

(Music through headphones)

Hey, baby.

- Evie!
(BOY) - Go away!

Leave them alone!

Go away! Leave them alone!

Go away!

Hey... Sammy.

It's me.

You were having a bad dream.
It's okay.

It's okay, sweetie.

Come on, let's get you changed.

Oh.

Come on, baby.

Grace?

- Hey, hey.
- Hey.

Are you okay?

I just needed to come home.

- Hm.
- He wet the bed again.

(Groans)

- Okay. Want me to change it?
- I already did it.

- Oh.
- That's good.

- So where's Jimmy?
- He sent me.

- He's supposed to be here.
- Well, he sent me.

- (Police siren)
- Fuck!

(Cries out)

(Tires screech)

Stop, shithead!

No!

Aaargh!

- Freeze!
- I got her. It's okay.

- I got it.
- Freeze!

You have the right
to remain silent.

Get the fuck off me!

(Grunts) Aaargh.

It's okay. I got her.

What the fuck you doing here?

- What the fuck are you doing here?
- You never answer your fucking phone!

It went off the reservation.
We're pulling you out.

I don't have anything.

I don't fucking have anything!

It's Sam.

Is he okay?

(Gunshots)

He's okay, right?

(Tires screech)

Tell me he's okay.

Tell me he's okay!

Does this mean I get invited to
the barbecues?

Sure.
They'll be a lot of them.

(Laughter)

We're very pleased
with the arrangement.

- As are we.
- Jimmy, Tony.

Looking forward to it, Ted.

(Laughs)

(Gulls cry)

- Hey, Jimmy.
- Joe.

(Moaning)

- Hand off your cock.
- (Laughter)

- Hey, boss.
- Boys.

- We pulled it off.
- (Both laugh)

You pulled it off, Jimmy.

This time tomorrow
you'll be partner in a bank.

(Laughs)

Ahhh.

I wish my old man was around
to see this.

When you gonna tell the crew?

They're not gonna be
a part of it.

They're not gonna like it,
Jimmy.

Once it comes through...

I'm leaving
all this shit behind.

(Engine starts)

(Talking softly to herself)

That's two weeks...
That's two weeks before.

_ (Exhales heavily)

(Police radios)

Single shot, back of
the head. Very efficient.

- We have an ID?
- No, ma'am. Not yet.

Lieutenant,
I hear you could use a hand.

Have we lifted these prints?

- Uh-huh.
- Come on, you need me.

Expenses fraud.
Concealing evidence.

Allegations.

Disciplinary Board didn't hold
up a single one.

You're a liability, Wilson.

Tony Aldon.

The accountant of Jimmy Laszlo.

Technically speaking,
not part of his crew,

which is why you got
no surveillance on him.

Which is why you haven't
ID'd him. Am I right?

(Low conversation)

I know we're all shaken up.

But we're gonna deal with this.
We've pulled through worse.

Why Tony? He was
a fucking accountant.

- I don't know.
- Poor bastard.

The guy never stood a chance.

We're gonna find out
who did this.

What have we got?

Karabas shut down two more
chop shops on the East Side.

But...
he's got his hands full.

- Doesn't sound like him.
- It's the Clay Street boys.

Fucking Chinks have the city,
and want the docks!

Put that fucking thing out!
Charlie?

Alec's got a point.

Clay Street did hit that gook dope
house over on Regent last week.

I don't buy it.
Chinks know the cost of war.

- Doesn't explain why Tony.
- Easy way to make a statement.

Look, I say we meet fire with fire.

I want something solid before we
start anything.

Any escalation of this is gonna
be bad for business.

God knows,
that's in the tank already.

(Bleeping)

I thought
you were still on leave.

- What are you doing?
- Finding my son's killer.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Is that your job?

Where is everyone?

I'm glad to see the case
is still a priority.

Come on, it's not like that.

Remember Jerry Baker?

Carved up his brother Christmas
Day, about ten years back?

Attacked me in court, remember?

He was out on parole two weeks
before Sam was shot.

Baker was on community service
at Alameda County Juvy home.

Staff have him working
the day Sam was shot.

You second-guessing me
the whole time doesn't help.

Come on, Mitch, we both know
you haven't broken a case in years.

Stop torturing yourself.

What if Sam wasn't the target?

What if he was actually caught
in the crossfire?

A stray bullet. An accident.

Just a tragic, senseless accident.
It happens all the time.

What if you're just shitty
at your job?

You don't find me the car.
You don't find the gun.

Who was the target, then?
Those young gang-bangers?

That your theory?

You didn't get this from me.

(Gasps)

(Car horns)

Who's that?

What are you... Are you crazy
marching in here?

Open it.

The bullets they took
out of Tony Aldon.

Home-made.

Same blend...

Same blend of metals
they took out of my son.

Look...

This is the first lead
in Sam's case. I want in.

It will take another detective a
year

to catch up on what I know about
Jimmy's operation.

You are done in Oakland, Grace.

Your loan-out's finished.
Now go back to San Jose.

You think Jimmy's not gonna find
Tony's killer before we do?

- The bullets aren't a match.
- But they're home-made.

It's a start.

My legend's intact.
Jimmy still trusts me.

Even if you knew
that was true...

which you don't...

there is no way I am bringing
you in on this thing.

Too damn close to it.
Now go home.

- Finish your leave.
- Come on, Lieutenant,

- you know I'm the only...
- I said, go home.

Jackie? Where the fuck
have you been?

Four months--
that's all you gotta say to me?

- You cost me money.
- I cost you?

That was my deal. It didn't cost
you a fucking thing.

I lost out and I got felt up by
some slimy fucking cop,

with hairy hands
and a hard-on.

Yeah, and what happened
to you? Nothing.

You sat here drinking
your fucking wine,

looking down on the world.

- You didn't even show up.
- Smart move as it turns out.

Yeah. God forbid
you should sweat a little.

Four months.
Where did you go?

Union had me down
in Long Beach.

The yards were backed up.

Suited me just fine, lay low.

What, now you're back?
Waltz right in here.

The way I see it you owe me.

The fucking balls on you!

You brought the fucking cops
to my door.

What?

Well, they were watching somebody
and sure shit it wasn't me!

What you talking about? They're watching everyone.
How do I know it wasn't you?

Jimmy, if I was the leak,

they wouldn't have thrown in the
bust before the deal went down.

I'm fucking good
at what I do. I'm careful.

Can you say that about every
last man in your operation?

Every last fucking man?

Look... I'm just here
to make money.

Four months out of the action
I'm guessing you can use it.

And you can't?

Oh, I heard about Tony.

People are gonna be
looking at you.

I figure you set up a couple of
new deals, come back strong.

Oh, you're here to
give me advice.

Now, is that free
or you charging me 15%?

I can still put action
your way. You know that.

Grindenko was just the first.
Tip of the fucking iceberg.

You think Grindenko
was the leak?

I have another source.
Operates out of Shanghai.

Every day his factory's knocking
out thousands of pills

housewives up and down
this country are dying for.

You have the routes.
I can get you the product.

Last year sales of counterfeit
meds were worth 75 billion.

75!

You tell me
you don't want a piece,

I will turn around
and walk right out that door.

(Exhales)

(Scraping)

(Door closes)

I thought you were gonna be home
for dinner.

So where you been?

(Clears throat)

What?

Hernandez called
and I went to see her.

(He sighs)

What am I supposed to do?
She's my boss.

Was... your boss.
Not any more. Right?

(She sighs)

You said yes.

Come on, Grace, what about
your promise to Evie?

- You said you were done.
- I am! I will be.

They need me, Tommy.
And it's my job.

It's not a job,
it's an addiction.

That's bullshit!

(Slams table)
After everything...

"It's my job.
It's my fucking job."

Have you ever stopped to think, maybe
if you'd been around a little more...

- That's enough.
- Don't you dare...

Don't you dare put that on me
you fucking coward!

I said, that's enough!

You... in your room.

Right now! Go!

- (Knock at door)
- No!

- I said no.
- Evie, I'm sorry.

Huh. You're going back,
aren't you?

The great disappearing act that
is my mother.

It won't be for long,
I promise.

Oh, good. Another promise.

I'll add it to my collection.

(Gulls cry)

- Is this a good idea?
- Well, you said he gave you up.

Is Grindenko the rat?
I want to know.

So you're gonna go up
and ask him?

No, you are. You brought him in,
you deal with it.

Jimmy, down!

Oh, fuck!

I'm hit, I'm hit, I'm hit!

Jackie.

(JIMMY) I'm fine, I'm fine.

No, it's okay.

You tell them, I'm fine!

Jesus.

I can't believe
I didn't see it coming.

I'm the one bleeding and you're
feeling sorry for yourself?

People can't know
how this went down.

Jimmy,
someone took a pop at you.

And they'll answer for it.

Yeah, okay. Not a word.

Oh... fuck!

You're done.

Lucky charm.

Oh, fuck.

Jesus. You wanna tell me
what I'm doing here?

Trying to salvage your career.

You can either report me,

or put that through Ballistics
and cover for me.

Why would I wanna do that?

Cos you might finally
break a case.

Wouldn't that be a novelty?

(Scoffs)

(Car horn)

You didn't get a look at him?

- No.
- (Cellphone rings)

(Terminates call)

You can't keep ignoring it, Dad.

The boys wanna talk to you.

Tell 'em to sit tight,
I'll handle this.

(Exhales)

- What?
- They're worried about you.

First Tony, now this,
it looks bad.

Jeez... it's a fucking siege.

For fuck's sake, read a book.
Learn what a siege is!

They're nervous, Dad.

You haven't had your eye on the ball.
Business has fallen off the cliff.

Fucking recession,
it's hit everyone.

You've been preoccupied, and
think people aren't noticing.

- You're not...
- You're not-- what?

The man I once was?

You tell my loyal band
of merry fucking men,

I will handle this!

You understand?

Yeah, I got it.

I got it.

Come here.

Look, I was just worried about you.

I know.

It's all right.

(Cellphone rings)

Max.

No, I'm fine. Nothing to worry
about, nothing at all.

Yeah, you can stay out of trouble
until you get out.

We'll see you very soon, okay?

Okay. I love you.

Here... talk to your brother.

Yeah, baby face.

No, no, he's fine.
There's not a scratch on him.

Yeah, well, nine lives, huh?

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Hoi sin.
- Hm?

It's a Chinese dipping sauce.

Yeah, I had an ex
who was Chinese.

Exotic dancer,
five foot nothing in heels.

We pulled hoi sin from the footprints
next to Tony Aldon's body.

There was a shooting
down by the docks.

Someone got clipped.
We found blood.

It's one of ours.

Grace Travis, San Jose PD.

Yeah, I'm gonna need to keep
hold of this. Thanks.

What?

I'm looking for Grace.
Is she home?

No. I thought
she was back with you.

- Is she okay?
- Yeah, yeah, she's fine.

My mistake.

- It's nice talking to you.
- Right.

Ow!

What the fuck you do that for?

Fucking idiot.

You're back in with Jimmy,
aren't you?

(Running water)

You really thought
no-one would find out?

Interfering in a homicide
investigation,

misuse of police property.
I could have you arrested.

- What do you want?
- Results.

I need to get on
Hernandez's good side.

Well, here's an idea.
Do some work.

Why, when you're gonna
do it for me.

You give me
what you get on Jimmy

and I'll turn a blind eye to whatever
vigilante sideshow you're running here.

Let's start with the hit
on Jimmy.

I know you were there.

Fine. Grace Travis,
I am arresting you...

Fuck off!

A gray Sedan.
That's the plate.

And Jimmy has no idea
who's behind it.

Get your fucking hands off me.

You need me, darling.
You remember that.

Okay?

Oh, and er... I'd go see that
charming husband of yours...

He really had no idea
you were moonlighting.

(Door opens and closes)

Aargh...

What is it?

Nothing. A sprain.

Okay, let's have a look.

I'm fine.

I'm sorry that you had to find out
from that prick Wilson.

What does it matter who I find
out from? It's just another lie.

They had a lead.

I tried to get in on it,
but they shut me out.

But you followed it anyway,
didn't you?

(Sighs)

They're burying the case, Tommy.

It's become an embarrassment
to the department.

You should have told me, Grace.

I didn't wanna get
your hopes up.

Until I had something.

And do you?

No. Nothing concrete.

But you're gonna continue,
aren't you?

I don't have a choice.

You think that
if you find them...

When I find them.

You really think it's gonna make
you feel any less guilty?

Fuck you, Tommy.

I got work to do.

You're late.

(Train bell clanking)

Hey, I'm sticking my neck out
for you here.

You getting a taste
for real police work, Mitch?

Where'd that bullet come from?

Ah, Christ.

It was meant for Jimmy Laszlo.

Oh, you're back in
with him now?

How'd you persuade Hernandez?

She doesn't know?
Christ, Travis.

Have you lost your mind?

I need your help, Mitch.

I don't have anyone else.

All right, there you go.

- The home-made bullet.
- Hm.

Just like the one they pulled out of Tony Aldon.
And the one that killed Sam.

All three different
blended metals.

Whoever's making them could be
mixing it up, cover their tracks.

Maybe there's no connection at all.
Maybe you're just reaching.

Maybe.

But what else have I got?

That drive-by down by the docks?

Someone was taking a shot
at Jimmy Laszlo.

We should get them
target practice.

Suspect vehicle was a gray
Sedan. That's the plate.

What did you do to your face?

Oh, you should see
the other girl.

- How'd you get this?
- A CI I've been working.

Car's registered
to a Michael Grant.

The name's a non-starter,
but the address,

some dope house on 28th Street.

DEA raided it two weeks ago.

This is er... good work.

Thanks, I appreciate that,
Lieutenant.

Where are we going?
My fucking shoulder's hurting.

Stop moaning, Jacks.

Oh. I'm sorry.
Did I take a bullet for you?

You're dangerous to be around.

Funny.

- What are we doing here?
- Keep going, it's not far.

You never wanted kids, Jack?

Nah... I don't think I'd make
a very good mother.

Oh, I doubt that.

- Here we are.
- Oh, Jesus Christ.

(Muffled cries)

(Whirring)

(Muffled cries)

- You do it.
- Jimmy. Listen.

- He gave you up, Jacks.
- No, I didn't say that.

We don't know that.

It was either him, me or you.
So who was it?

You want in on my business, this
is my business, Jacks.

(Muffled whimpering)

You ever see Death
Of A Salesman, Jacks?

Er...

Willy Loman.
That was my father.

Brought me from Budapest
when I was a kid.

He bought into
the American Dream wholesale.

He ran a hardware store,
worked like a bastard.

Always thought people
looked down on him.

You think it's all about work...

ambition...

Scrambling to the top of whatever
shitty hill you're climbing.

So busy trying to
get somewhere you...

you never stop to think...
maybe you're already there.

Shit. It's Alec's birthday.
I forgot all about it.

He's having a party tonight.
You should come.

- Really? I don't...
- Nonsense.

Who else am I gonna go with?

(Whirring)

(Grinding and squelching)

(Funky music)

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

- Hi.
- Hello.

- Hey.
- How you doing, man?

♪ You make me, make me,
make me feel like a superman ♪

Hello.

- Pops.
- Alec.

Alec.

♪ You make me, make me,
make me feel like a superman ♪

♪ I can fly! ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

Nice.

(Dance music)

All right, looks like
we have the plate.

The car that took a pop at me,

we have the license plate.

It's registered to an address
on 28th Street.

The DEA says
it used to be a dope house.

That's the Lee brothers' place.

They got that Chink restaurant
over on Franklin.

Bamboo Pearl.

The Lee brothers
are Clay Street.

I fucking told you
it was the Chinks.

We let them in, didn't we? Huh?

We thought the Chinamen wouldn't get greedy.
They're buying up the fucking world.

I say we hit 'em.

I'll saddle up and hit 'em
right fucking now. Who's with me?

We sit tight until my say.

We're here to enjoy ourselves,
hm?

(Dance music)

- Been looking for you.
- I'm sorry?

I said
I've been looking for you.

- I could use a drink.
- I bet you could.

You're not all you pretend
to be, are you, Jackie?

When I gave you the piece you
couldn't do it, could you?

What am I gonna do with you,
Jacks?

Hm?

Oh!

(Toilet flushes)

- Ah... no.
- Come on.

Out, out. Out!

- Sorry. Sorry...
- Come on. Come on, Jackie.

No, come on.

Fucking come on.

Ooohh!

(Exhales) Fuck!

Hey.

What happened to you?

They have the license plate.

What?

Jimmy has a mole
in the department.

There's no other way
he could know.

Ah, Jesus.
You gotta get out of there.

I tried to buy myself
some time.

- I think I made it worse.
- You have to stop.

I can't.

You don't have anything, Grace.

The bullets are connected.
I know they're connected.

They don't match.

Then we've got to find
the link.

We've gotta keep trying. They
were made somewhere, right?

On some kind of press
that must have left marks.

We look for the marks.

(Sniffs)

He won't listen to me.

Who?

Dad.

Again with this?

He humiliates me
in front of everyone.

I swear he fucking enjoys it.

You wanna be taken seriously?

Why don't you go out there
and prove yourself?

You need to make them listen.

How long are you gonna keep
waiting on Daddy's permission?

(Rap music in background)

(Cellphone rings)

Mitch?

You were right. The bullets
were made on the same press.

Looks like the press
is home-made.

It's untraceable.

Travis? Travis?

Evie?

Fuck. Shit.

Is that pot?

What do you want, Mom?

Well, I wanted to talk
about this, but...

I don't know which is worse.

I'll try better at school.
Can I go now?

I'm sorry
that I haven't been around.

I know you're going through
a lot right now.

- Doesn't matter.
- It does.

You don't understand.
It really doesn't.

It's not like I miss you
or anything.

Even when you're home
you're not there.

There's nothing to miss, Mom.

You always cared more
about Sam than you did about me.

That's not true.

You still do.

He's dead.

Is that what you think?

Huh?

I love you so much.
You have no idea.

My friends are waiting.

You gotta be kidding.

(JIMMY) So what have you got?

You self-serving
son of a bitch.

You got a UC in with Laszlo?

- What are you talking about?
- Don't fucking lie to me!

- Who told you?
- Never you fucking mind.

I'm giving you one chance
to tell me the truth.

Who is it?

Grace Travis.

Fucking asshole.

She's been compromised.

- Grace?
- (Sighs)

What are you doing here?

I came to speak to Evie
about her report card.

Did you know she's smoking pot?

Shit.

- Thought I dealt with that.
- I don't know what to do, Tommy.

I don't know what to do.

- It's okay.
- It's not okay.

It's not.

You don't have to say that.

Just tell what to do.

You know what to do.
You gotta let this go.

It's killing you, Grace.
Come on!

It's not gonna bring you any peace.
It's not gonna make this any easier.

This is never going to be easier.
You gotta start to live with that.

Come home.

Just... just come home.

Okay.

I'll come home.

I'm gonna go get my shit.

Okay.

Did you find Grace?

She changes numbers so fucking often.

Try every number
you ever called her on.

If that doesn't work you go to every
single place you know she's ever hung out.

You get out there and find her.

This is on you.

(Cellphone rings)

(Terminates call)

(Door closes, she gasps)

(Jimmy chuckles)

Didn't think you know
how to use one of those.

You scared the shit out of me.

You going somewhere?

Always disappearing on me,
Jacks.

What are you running from?

I just needed to get away
for a bit.

- Come up for a little air.
- Do I suffocate you?

- Is it that bad?
- No.

- It's not that.
- (Cellphone rings)

Nervous there, Jacks?

- Answer it.
- No, it's okay.

I'll leave it.

What do you want, Jimmy?

Someone really wants
to talk to you.

(Continues ringing)

(Terminates call)

I've got a new contact that might interest you.
Someone with a direct route,

out of Kaohsiung.

He wants to meet.

Now?

You got somewhere else
you need to be?

Grace!

Grace!

Fuck!

- Jimmy?
- Hm?

Jimmy,
where are we meeting him?

It's all right.

Jimmy, I...

Everything's gonna be
all right...

Grace.

(Panting)

(Grunts)

Yargh!

Agh!

Wait, wait! Jimmy, please!
God, please!

Please, Jimmy,
you don't need to do this!

Tell me everything
the cops know.

They pulled me out from
undercover four months ago.

Tell me what they know.

I'm... I'm not targeting you
any more.

I was building a case.

The dummy meds.

The deal didn't go through,
they don't have anything.

You don't have to lie to me
anymore.

If they had anything, they'd have
moved against you by now. I'm not.

Please, Jimmy,
I'm not targeting you.

I'm not after you, I swear it.

What the fuck
are you doing here?

My son.

What?

My son was killed
four months ago.

He was seven years old.

That's why they pulled me off
the case, that's why I disappeared.

What does this have to do
with me?

He was killed in a drive-by.

And the bullet that hit him
was home-made.

The same kind that killed Tony.

The same kind they pulled out of my
shoulder, the one that was meant for you.

Clay Street aren't moving
against you, Jimmy.

They're burying their grandfather,
they're in fucking mourning.

They're not moving
against anybody.

Somebody's setting you up.

Listen to me, listen to me.

How do you know it's not somebody close
to you, somebody from your own crew?

Fuck you!

Whoever it is,
they murdered my son!

And they tried to kill you.

Please! Please! Let me help you.
Let me help you.

Why should I ever trust you?
Why?

We want the same people.

We want the same people, I'm not after you.
I can help you.

No, you stood there and you let
me kill Grindenko, didn't you?

What was I supposed to do?

It was him or me.

Now it's you.

- Look at me.
- No, no, no. You don't need to do this.

- Look at me!
- You can't do this!

- You can't!
- Look at me!

You are dead now.

I know who you are,
I know where you live.

Maybe today, maybe tomorrow.

But you are dead.

(Door slams)

Jesus Christ, Grace!

- What happened?
- Don't! Don't look at me!

Fuck, Grace!

Get out!

Tell me.

Tell me.

Oh, Tom...

I'm so sorry.

- It's okay.
- I'm so sorry.

It's okay.

(Grunting)

(Panting)

(Bleeping)

What's going on?

Everything good, chief?

We need to clean house.

New phones, new routines.

Yeah, I got it.

What are you doing here?

If I don't go home by 10:30,
I don't get to go home at all.

Is that your rule or Nancy's?

That's a rule that has
advantages to both parties.

Drink?

Evie needs a change.

She won't admit it,
of course, but...

Maybe that's what we all need...

..a clean start
somewhere new.

I'm not talking about
running or forgetting.

I'm just...

We need to give ourselves
a chance, you know?

We can do this, Grace.

We can do this.

To Tony.

Tony.

I remember the first time you
brought him down here to the docks.

He had that suit that was about
eight sizes too big.

I said, "That kid looks like
an accountant."

You said, "He is an accountant
and he's gonna make us rich."

And he did.

Yeah, he did.

It ain't fucking right.

Tony was not part of this,
he was never violent.

It ain't fucking right.

Hm.

(Vehicle approaches)

Christ, Travis!

What the fuck
are you doing here?

Your phone's off.

- I'm on compassionate leave.
- Bullshit! Compassionate leave...

Wilson's been looking
for you all night.

Home with my family.
What do you expect?

Frankly, I expected you
to be dead.

You're compromised.

How? How do you know that?

There's chatter.

Chatter?

Who from, Laszlo's crew?

I gave you a direct goddamn
order and you ignored it.

Now stay the fuck
out of Oakland.

I need to know who made me
and how.

Your captain in San Jose will hear
about your conduct in the morning.

Get yourself a good union
lawyer.

- Fuck you!
- No, fuck you,

for making me drive all night,
thinking you were dead.

So, um... on your travels...

did you get anything
from Jimmy?

Like what?

You know, like anything on the Tony Aldon
murder might be useful to me.

No.

Well, at least she's not dead.

What the fuck were you thinking?

Me?

Running her without
authorization.

Come on.
She was running herself.

One more fuck-up from you
and I go after your badge.

Understand?

Yes, Lieutenant, I understand.

How are the boys holding up?

The boys are fine.

What about you?

Everybody's got your back,
Jimmy.

We're gonna get through this.
We've gotten through worse.

Hm.

Everything's gonna be fine.

You're going back, aren't you?

You never had any intention
of giving this a chance.

That's not true.

Don't.

Don't. Just stop giving me
any fucking hope, okay?

RADIO: "Here we are
in the Bay area.

Hope you're having a great time.
Talk to me..."

Let me get two El Pastor.

I'm not open yet. I'm sorry.

Hey!

- Face down, homie!
- Okay. Okay, okay.

- I said, face down!
- Please, please...

I said stay the fuck on the ground.

Take the money, don't take
the truck. I have no insurance, please!

No, please.

No, no. Please, please!

I'm gonna go and put you
on the wireless system.

This is what we use
in Vallejo PD.

Can you make sure we get
the whole street?

So I can see which cars
are parked.

Hey, where are you going?

To school.

- Yeah, I'm gonna drive you.
- I'm taking the bus.

No, I will drive you.

Why?

Do I need a reason?
Can't I just wanna drive you?

What do you have upstairs?

Master bedroom
and two kids', right?

Yeah. Two.

Is it okay if I go through back,
see what you need?

Sure.

- I'm gonna be late.
- He's almost done. Now, listen.

From now on, if you need
a ride, you call me.

You got it?

Got it.

And I will pick you up,
or Dad will.

Which means Dad will.

So I noticed Dad didn't sleep
on the couch last night.

Yeah. You noticed that,
did you?

Does this mean
you're staying home now?

I want you to come straight home
after school.

Why? What's the big deal?

Nothing.

I thought I would cook,

make Ziggy's lasagna.

Fine.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Good.

(Cellphone rings)

Travis.

Yes, sir.

I'll be there.

I have to go back to the shop,
pick up a couple more sensors.

Good. Can we go now?

(Panting)

What's wrong?

Nothing, it's just work shit.

Your boss lady again?

Why is it that women in power are
always bigger assholes than men?

I have lady boss.

Then you know
what I'm talking about.

No.

Man boss much worse.
Trust me.

I guess it depends on
your line of business.

(Giggles)

Hey, hold on.

We've still got business
to discuss.

So...

who's running the grow houses
in Tuxedo these days?

Depends what street.

28th Street.

It's a little green bungalow with
black plastic on the windows.

Everything above 20th Street
belong to Lee brothers.

Clay Street.

(Speaks Cantonese) _

(Replies in Cantonese) _

Your money's over there.

All right, listen up!
We're gonna be tightening ship.

Which means we swap out
cellphones.

So let me have the old ones.

Right here.

Come on, come on.

Now, Jimmy,
in his infinite generosity,

will be providing each of you a
fresh cellphone every two weeks.

Yeah, and who's paying
for the minutes?

(SNIGGERING)

Pay as you go.

Just like your sister.

Ruby?

There you go. Two hands.

- Thank you, Daddy.
- You're welcome, baby.

Uncle Max is coming home today.
Are you excited?

(Ruby laughs) Yeah?

Good girl.

Go play.

What time
are we picking him up?

Dad's getting him.

You're not going?

He wants to do it himself.

We should all be there to
welcome Max, especially you.

I know.

Doesn't he have enough
on his plate right now?

It's the way he wants it.

You don't have to worry
about every little detail.

Thank God he has you.

Let's face it, delegating has
never been his strong suit.

He delegates.

Has he delegated our little
Chinese problem?

That'll be taken care of.

They almost killed your father.

The days are going by
and nobody is doing anything about it.

- Come on!
- I'm serious.

It's getting to the point where I'm nervous
taking our daughter out in public.

I don't want you to be nervous.
I am taking care of it.

It pisses me off.

What?

He has no idea how lucky
he is to have you.

He knows.

BANKER: Are you sure
this is the right account?

JIMMY: Quite sure.

Why, is there a problem?

The system is showing a balance
of zero dollars in this account.

That's impossible.
My accountant told me

Aldon transferred a significant amount
of money into this account two days ago.

Perhaps you could discuss this
with your accountant.

My accountant is not available.
Check it again.

The system is showing--

"System is showing"? What the fuck does that
supposed to mean? "The system is showing"?

Mr. Laszlo, I have to ask you
to keep your voice down.

And I'll have to ask you
to locate my fucking money!

There was never any money
in this account, Mr. Laszlo.

There's nothing
for me to locate.

(Buzzer)

Good luck out there, Max.

Thank you.

(Beeping)

Jesus, Jimmy!

- What's the matter?
- Where's my money?

Money? What money?

The 25 million
your husband stole from me.

I've got no idea what you're
talking about.

Bullshit! Where you packing off
to in such a hurry?

I am moving back to Stockton
to be with my mother.

Fuck your mother! Nobody goes
anywhere until I get my money.

There is no money, Jimmy,
there never was.

Take a look around. This place has
been falling apart for years.

Who was Tony meeting
before he died, who was he talking to?

Nobody. Tony never talked to anybody.

- He didn't do this alone.
- I think you should leave.

I was good to you,
I was good to Tony.

All I asked for
was a bit of loyalty.

He was loyal.
That was his problem.

Poor stupid Tony was always on your
side, despite what anybody said.

Look at you.

Tony was your friend and here
you are terrorizing his widow.

You've inherited his debt,
Lizzie.

(Cellphone rings)

What?

ALEC: You with Max yet?
Put him on.

Max? Oh, fuck. Thanks.

You said that would go smoothly.

You said you weren't
going to say anything.

No, no. I did not say that. You did.

It's a temporary suspension, with pay, pending
an IAD investigation. This is standard.

Listen...

in light of what happened to your son
and the nature of the misconduct,

they're going to take your
mental state into account.

My mental state?

They're likely to order
a psychiatric evaluation.

Well, I won't agree to that.

Don't give them any more ammo.

Okay, just lay low
and don't stonewall.

Go home, Grace.

Be with your family.

You okay?

I'm fine.

You look good. Hm?

There's no shade in the yard.

You either stay inside
or rot in the sun.

At least they let you exercise.

I read a lot.

I read all the classics,
some of them twice.

Anything good?

After a while,
they all start to blur together.

Fucking 12 months, huh?

For resisting arrest when they had no
cause to arrest you in the first place.

That fucking judge should be
disrobed and disbarred.

Legalized criminals.

I don't blame the judge.

Anyway, I'm trying not
to hold grudges.

Well, you're a better man
than me.

(Laughs)

We already knew that.

Alec couldn't come to meet me?

No, I wanted to pick you up
myself.

Listen, Max...

you're gonna get back on track.

Yeah, I know. I know.

Thanks.

How's business?

Business is okay.

It's gonna be much better
now that you're back.

Yeah, it's good to be home.

Yes.

Listen. I need to drop you at the house.
There's something I have to do.

Just drop me off here.
I can walk.

Are you sure?

I haven't taken a walk
in 12 months. I don't mind.

All right.

I'll see you back at the house.

- For six o'clock.
- Sure.

It's good to see you, Dad.

It's good to see you too, Max.

Good to see you.

Hey.

- How you doing?
- Hey, man! How you doing?

Good to see you.
How you been?

How'd you get in here?

You must be the only cop in America
who can't break into a car.

I got burned.

Jimmy knew my real name.

How come you're still alive?

I dunno.

But somebody in Oakland
burned me.

And we need to smoke 'em out.

We?

Yeah, I need your password
for the database.

IAD suspended me.

Whoa, whoa.

Someone in Oakland
sold me out. All right?

Now they're trying to take
my badge. Think about it.

Why now?

Probably because you're making
somebody very nervous. Me included.

Come on, Mitch, don't be an asshole.
Give me your password.

I'd like to help.

Then help.

If they find out,

they're gonna come
after my badge too.

I got too much to lose here.

You wanna talk about loss?

Maybe they're right.

You should just
take a little time,

go be with your family.

(Rap music blares
on car sound system)

Guess what, motherfuckers?

What?

I'm retiring.

(Chuckles) Retiring from what?

I'm gonna fulfill my childhood dream
of owning my very own taco truck.

You two know
where I could find one?

Um... check the classifieds?

Yeah.

That's funny.

I did check the classifieds.

Only what caught my attention
was a certain headline

about two fucking idiots
who robbed a father of three

and fled the scene
in his diarrhea wagon.

What'd you do with the truck?

I pushed it in the reservoir.
It's gone, it's fine.

Jesus. That's your own mother's
drinking water, you know that?

I'm sorry, man.

I got a job coming up.

Jacks.

Back up!

You always bring your piece
to the supermarket?

I mean it. Back up!

This the real you, is it?

(Tuts)

You know everything about me. It's only
fair I know a little something about you.

What the fuck do you want?

Be here this evening.

At six.

Leave the piece at home.

Bring a bottle.

(Bleeping)

(Phone rings)

Detective Mitchell?

Lieutenant.

It's been a long time.

So how's life in... Where is it
you landed, Santa Cruz?

San Jose.

It's wonderful.
Thanks for asking.

Too bad you opted for early retirement.
Oakland misses you.

I wish I could say
the feeling was mutual.

So what can I do for you,
Lieutenant?

I see you just ran a NCIC search
on Jimmy Laszlo.

You have him flagged?

Why would a fucking cold-case desk jockey
in San Jose be interested in Laszlo?

Just a shot in the dark.

Enlighten me.

Uh...

Ballistics
pulled a possible link

between a cold file of mine
and an associate of Laszlo's.

The recently departed Tony
Aldon, Oakland, California.

So what's the link?

Both hit with the same
home-made bullet.

Turned out to be nothing.

Doesn't sound like
nothing to me.

I'm just dotting the I's before I
move onto the next, Lieutenant.

From now on,

anything you have down in San
Jose with a link to Jimmy Laszlo,

I need it folded
into my operation,

whether you perceive it
to be nothing or not.

Sure thing.

(Music and laughter)

Steve.

Good to see you.

- Where the hell is Max?
- Relax, he'll be here.

You know he does it on purpose
just to be the center of attention.

Oh, shit, we're out of ice.

Will you get some more?
I'll check on the barbecue.

- Daddy!
- Hey, baby girl.

Where's Grandpa?

- Hiya.
- Beautiful.

- Where's Max?
- He'll be here.

You know, sometimes, I swear he does this
to be the center of attention.

It's his party, hm?
Don't give him a hard time.

Don't worry.

I won't.

It's like he never
even existed.

- Who?
- Tony.

What are you going on
about now?

Those fucking slopes offed him
not two days ago,

yet we're eating fucking rock
shrimp like it never happened.

You heard Jimmy. We're gonna hit
back when the time is right.

Yeah. I'm starting to have serious
doubts that time will come.

What are you talking about?

Have another drink,
it's a party.

It's a party? When they put a bullet in
your head, I'll remember to say that.

...two, three!

(Laughs)

How come you always end up
at the kids' table?

Because we're having
a tea party.

(Giggling)

Well, perhaps we've had enough
tea for today.

Hey, gang, this is
my beautiful wife Nancy.

The love of my life.

Okay, wait, I got a new game.

Listen, three, two, one...

- (Breaks wind)
- Ohh!

Nancy, no!

Corrupting the children,
Charlie?

(Text alert)

Dude.

Dude.

Good to see you, baby face.

It's good to see you.

You too.

What's that for?

I missed a birthday or two.

Thanks.

So, are you coming down or are you
gonna hide in your room?

I just need a minute.

Take your time.

The room feels so big.

How's Dad been?

Good.

Considering what's going on.

He's happy you're back.

What's the turnout like
down there?

The usual posse.

Don't worry,
I'll fend everybody off.

Just try not to shiv
the relatives.

Okay.

Let's do this.

Lieutenant,
I got something for you.

Progress?

Like a shark, I drown if
I'm not always moving forward.

What have you got?

That license plate from the
drive-by on Jimmy Laszlo

was registered to a grow house
in Tuxedo.

I thought that house
was a non-starter.

Well, it turns out it's a Clay Street
operation, the Lee brothers.

The hoisin sauce at the Tony
Aldon murder-- it kinda fits.

The Lee brothers are making
a play for the docks.

Well, you know. They take out Tony Aldon,
they aim a shot at Jimmy Laszlo.

According to my CI, the boys are playing war
out the back of the family restaurant--

The Bamboo Pearl on Frank--

Who's the CI?

237. Prefers to remain
anonymous.

Start writing the warrant.

(Cheering)

Maxie!

Maxie!

Maxie!

- Over here.
- Thanks.

Now...

Welcome back, Max.

(Siren wails)

Hey, everybody.

Excuse me. Excuse me!

Oakland Police. I have a warrant
to search the premises.

You can't just charge in here.

- I can do whatever I want.
- Hey, hey, hey! - Hey, back off!

Don and Tony Lee,
where are they?

Oakland Police.
We have a warrant.

Mrs. Lee, my condolences.
Here's your warrant.

Paul and Donny Lee,
are you home?

Attention, please, this is Oakland Police.
Nobody is to leave the premises.

Officers will take
your information.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Mom still at the store?

She's not coming, is she?

Evie, sweetheart. Come here.

- Don't.
- Hey.

Don't.

(Sighs)

(Rings door bell)

You must be Jackie.

And you must be Max.

I've heard a lot about you.

Only good things, I hope?

Well, they certainly
didn't tell me everything.

Watch out.

I'll tell your father you're
flirting with his employees.

Who is he gonna believe,
me or you?

I heard you got picked up
a few months ago.

Uh-huh.

And now you're back.

I hear you went away too.

Uh-huh.

Welcome home.

Thank you.

- Jackie.
- Nancy.

Charlie's wife.

You look beautiful.

Oh, please.

- No, really.
- Well, thank you.

What is she doing here?
She doesn't even know Max.

But she's getting awfully cozy
awfully fast.

I don't recognize you.

I'm a work associate
of Jimmy's.

But I've never been to
a private function before.

I guess I'm moving up
in his estimations, right?

(Nancy chuckles)

He's a good man.

Welcome.

Thank you.

- Need a refill?
- No, no, I'm good.

- Where's the lady's room?
- Just down the hall.

(Snorts)

Oh, sorry.

- Get in here.
- It's okay.

Jackie.

Get in here, now.

Close the door.

You're just in time.

How was that?

Just what I needed.

You having fun, hm?

What the fuck am I doing here?

I invited you.

What's going on there?

It's Jackie Hays.

Not too shabby, huh?

You trust her?

Dad seems to.

She's bringing in
good business.

I'm glad you've come.

I didn't have a choice.

She's obviously got
a thing for Pops.

Good. He deserves it.

Meet me out back
in two minutes.

Why?

Two minutes.

Chop suey? Give me a break.

Chop suey's as American
as apple pie.

You go to Hong Kong
and try and order chop suey.

Might as well ask
for a cheeseburger.

Shit!

(Screaming and shouting)

Stop, police!

Everybody, get out. Shit!

Wilson!

Everybody, out the building!

Fuck, fuck!

- Fleming!
- Come on!

Help!

Back here!

Finally, some peace and quiet.

Why did you want me here, Jimmy?

You wanna find your son's
killer, don't you?

You were right.

FLEMING: Don't worry.
You'll be okay.

About what?

I have a traitor in there.

Who?

I don't know.

But you're gonna help me
find them.

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