Original subtitles

- I appreciate your time

and understand that this is an unusual situation.

But growing up as I did in Baltimore,

looking like I do,

being who I am,

there weren't many handouts, sir.

If an opportunity came your way,

it was because you fought for it.

When I hear, "No," or, "You can't,"

or, "That's not possible,"

well, uh, sirs,

the first thing I do is look for

another way to do it, to get it, to be it.

- Ms. Hayes, we understand, but we don't do this.

- I've never heard of a graduate

requesting placement.

That doesn't happen.

- We don't take requests. We're the FBI,

not an FM radio station.

- Lecture in February, you said that an agent

is defined by challenge.

Graduation was coming fast,

so I started looking for tough cases

and found one in Phoenix.

I may be overstepping by requesting it,

but I also remember you saying that the best agents

don't always follow the rules.

- You say that? - I might have.

- Ms. Hayes, you applied to the Academy how many times?

- Three times, sir.

- And do you know why you were finally accepted?

- Because third time's the charm?

- Because Hoover hated the Negro,

yet he wanted more of you in here

to help infiltrate the radicals.

- Well, he's dead now, sir.

- Which is our problem.

We don't know what to do with you.

- We tried to assign you to every office,

but they all turned you down.

No one's clamoring for an agent like you.

- But...

[tense music]

We're down a man in Phoenix, of all places.

Be careful what you wish for.

- We assign you to Phoenix, it won't be

because you requested it.

It'll be because we have no other options here.

That clear?

- Yes. Yes, sir.

- You want the Saxton case, Agent Hayes?

It's yours.

[tense tones]

- Right on.

- ♪ Right on ♪

[funky music]

[phone ringing]

♪ ♪

[tires squeal]

♪ If you want a little loving, baby ♪

♪ Come on and get it ♪

- Where are we going?

- Nachos Con Dios. The one in Ripley.

- Oh, come on. Not fucking Ripley.

- Order 24 Sloppy Josés, give him the cash,

get what you came for, haul ass,

and be back by 4:00, or he's dead.

Saxton is counting on you--

[tires screech]

- ♪ You got to stop and get yourself together, oh ♪

- [sighs] Fuck.

- Ooh, Uncle Jim, you said fuck.

- Hey, just 'cause I said it doesn't mean you can.

Your mom would kill me if she heard you

using language like that.

- She won't know.

- You still counting?

- Recounting. Like Mama taught me.

Uncle Jim, look what I found! A lucky one!

- What, pandas are lucky?

- Yeah, pandas are lucky.

They're the luckiest b--

fuck! - Hey!

[tires squeal]

[tires screech]

- Got it.

[upbeat mariachi music]

♪ ♪

- Welcome to Nachos Con Dios.

- Yeah, I'll take 24 Sloppy Josés.

- Do you have the--

- Oh.

- Okay.

- Do you smell that?

Are those cinnamon chips?

- Luna.

- Uh, excuse me, sir.

Are those cinnamon chips?

- Sure are, Miss Luna.

Fresh baked.

Would you like some?

- Ask the man, but use your kindness.

- May I please have some of those chips, sir?

- Coming right up.

[tense music]

- Fucking Jim Ellis.

- So how come you won't tell me what's in that bag?

- Because, Peanut, it's the little mysteries

make life worth living.

[engine revving]

- Hey, Uncle Jim?

- Yeah, I see 'em.

♪ ♪

- You were warned not to come back, asshole!

- Oh, hey there, Gavin!

- You're a dead man, Ellis! - Put your seat belt on.

Hey, how about you not threaten me?

I got my niece in here.

- How about fuck you?

[exciting music]

♪ ♪

[tires squeal]

Fuck!

♪ ♪

- They're still behind us!

- Not for long!

- Dude, I can't see shit.

- Hold on!

- [laughs]

- Watch out! [both yell]

- Whoo! - [sighs]

Nice one, Uncle Jim!

- [chuckles]

That's for you, little brother.

[The Sonics' "Money"]

- ♪ Wow! ♪

[upbeat rock music]

♪ ♪

[music ends]

- Jim.

He's dead.

- Oh, are you serious?

- No, I'm fucking with you.

Get in here. Hurry up.

- Asshole.

- I'm starting my midline incision with a 10-blade knife.

- Package is here, Doctor. - Sternal saw.

- Bring it over here, please.

- Stitch for the aorta.

- Over here, please. We gotta go.

- One heparin? - Yes, go ahead.

- What dose? - Give 30 mils.

- Okay. Cannulating aorta.

- Unzip.

- What do you want for the SVC?

- Give me a 4-0.

Cannulating SVC.

Okay.

Cross clamp.

Flow's good?

- Flow's fine.

Great color change.

We're oxygenating great.

- Can I turn the lungs off? - The fuck?

- That machine's down again. - Got no blood pressure.

- Get that machine up. I need...

- Check the fuses. - Forward flow on bypass.

- I'm taking the clamp off. Doing compressions.

- Who's checking the fuses? - Oh, damn it!

- Break scrub. Get cleaned up now.

- It's just a small branch. I'll clip it.

- I need that machine up. - Can't do everything at once.

- Who's checking the fuses, for a third time?

- Manually pump now.

Hey, you.

Glove up, quick. Right hand over there.

- Machine's coming back up.

Give me two minutes to get full flow.

- See what I'm doing?

Pump his heart like this.

[squelching]

All right. Keep doing compressions.

I need to prepare the new heart.

- This fucking day.

[ventilator hissing]

[exciting music]

♪ ♪

[static crackles]

Any signs of that spitfire in your zipper, Yellowjacket?

I'm still 10-10 on the side. Come back.

- Negatory, sweet stuff.

But I'll keep my eyes peeled.

[engine roaring]

- Hey, sweetie. You good?

- Hey, Mommy.

Yeah, I had fun.

We always do.

- Bueno. [speaking Spanish]

- Okay. Thanks, Uncle Jim.

- See you later, Peanut.

- You were supposed to be here two hours ago.

- Yeah, well, something came up.

- This is what I'm talking about.

I can't rely on you.

This is why she can't know.

- You heard her call me "Uncle," she don't know.

Listen, I gotta run.

- You need to get responsible, Jim.

- I'm trying.

Take this.

Lay off a couple long hauls.

- It's blood money.

- We do what we gotta.

You look good, Iz.

- ♪ I'm coming ♪

♪ I'm coming, baby ♪

♪ I'm coming ♪

♪ Coming, come, help me ♪

♪ Make your baby understand ♪

♪ I want to love you ♪

♪ Don't want to break your heart ♪

♪ Back up and get ready ♪

♪ And give yourself a brand-new start ♪

♪ I said, I'm coming ♪

♪ I'm coming, baby ♪

♪ I'm coming ♪

♪ Help me, baby ♪

♪ ♪

- Agent Bitsui?

- Uh, yes?

- I'm Agent Hayes.

- You're a-- - Black.

Yes, I'm Black. - No, that's not what I was--

- I get it all the time.

- Oh, yeah. Me too.

Not Black, obviously.

I'm Navajo.

Well, part Navajo.

But everyone thinks I'm Mexican.

My first name's Awan. A-W-A-N.

But people think it's "a J-U-A-N."

Like, just another Juan.

- Are you always this chatty?

- I like to connect verbally.

- Let's connect with the field office.

♪ ♪

[elevator dings]

[smooth music]

♪ ♪

- Well, good God, look at this.

Dawn of a new era.

Nathan Abbott, squad supervisor.

- Nina Hayes. Happy to be here.

- Nickel tour. Come on.

All right, violent crime squad is in the back.

That corner office, that's ASAC Braddock's office.

He's in D.C. on a policy confab.

He'll be back the end of next week.

This is Jessica-Lorraine.

She's our girl Friday.

Keeps the secretary pool humming.

- Agent Hayes. - Ah, Jessica-Lorraine.

It's good to meet you.

- Welcome to the loveliest field office

this side of the Mississippi.

- She makes a mean cup of Sanka.

- Far out. Thanks. - All right.

Bank robbery and white collar boys

are over by the window.

Public corruption's over there.

[indistinct chatter]

- Heads up. Mod Squad incoming.

- The rest of the syndicate team's right up here.

This is Agent Chad Grant, senior agent on the team.

Agent Henry Minor.

Agent Nina Hayes, fresh out of Quantico.

- Well, there she is.

The rookie who thinks she can take down

the Southwest Al Capone.

Black and a woman. Fantastic.

- Well, I'll tell my mama you approve on both counts.

- These jerks always say that I'm the youngest-looking

agent in the office.

You look 12.

- Sorry to blow your 'fro, but you should know

before you start, that investigation is cursed.

- Cursed?

The agent who last worked the case,

Leland Breen, is he around?

- Breen's no longer at this office.

All you need to know is that we do have reason

to believe Saxton is trafficking weapons and drugs.

But all of our raids have come up empty.

Your job is to go for the red tape.

Property records, bank accounts,

purchase orders.

The stickier it is, the stronger

our federal case will be.

It's been a year without any progress.

And with the new head honchos in Washington,

we'd like to make some.

- Well, we'll see what I can do.

- We sure will. - All right.

I got a meeting.

Uh, keep Grant in the loop.

He'll help facilitate whatever you need.

Good to have you.

- Incredible.

[Johnny Adams' "I Don't Worry Myself"]

- So I said if he wants to open on Monday,

make sure I don't have a reason to pay him a visit on Sunday.

Whiny prick.

- You're telling me you've never had fondue?

Bread and melted cheese?

That shit is clutch.

You can dip anything in cheese, baby.

Me? I fucking hate cauliflower.

- Mm, you saved my brother's life today.

- Just doing my job.

[glass clinking]

- [breathes deeply]

My boy--my boy is alive,

and everyone at this table had something to do with that.

[sighs] Genesis,

my baby girl, always there when I needed her.

And Jim,

you've been driving like a bat out of hell for me

since you were 16.

Magic on wheels.

- [chuckles]

- I thank you all.

To Royce. all: To Royce!

[indistinct chatter]

- You okay?

- Me? Look at me.

- Yeah, I got my PhD

in seeing through your bullshit.

What's up?

- Had to go to Ripley today.

Reminded me of Joey.

Seeing Royce like that, I don't know,

it messed me up a little bit.

- Saxton's son, Royce,

born with a congenital heart condition.

Works in the family business.

Seems to be the heir apparent.

Saxton's daughter Genesis runs a bar in town,

the Azure Lounge.

We'll get a federal grand jury subpoena

for its bank records.

- If you don't mind my asking, won't that tip them off?

- Banks can't disclose subpoenas to their clients.

We'll get a peek into Saxton's organization.

I need the files of the agent who had this case before me.

- Agent Breen. I've asked Records for those.

- These just came in from Phoenix PD.

- Anything? - Yeah, maybe.

Take a look. - Jesus.

What the fuck is this?

- It's a conference room.

We're conferring.

- Agent Hayes brought a lot of files.

We're breaking down Saxton's operation.

- Good for you, kemosabe.

Clean this out.

I need the room in an hour.

- A car registered to one of Saxton's employees

was involved in a crash today in Ripley, California.

Saxton's man got away,

but two others were hospitalized.

- Ripley. How far is that?

- A 2 1/2 hour drive. - Okay.

We'll go in the morning, question the injured men.

Which car was involved?

- A 1970 Duster, cherry red.

- Duster.

Who's the driver?

♪ ♪

- Jimmy.

One more thing.

We've got a union issue.

Chestnut's acting shady.

I want to know who's putting the squeeze on him.

Pick up Billy after your drop-off tomorrow.

Pay Chestnut a visit.

Billy will get the name out of him.

- Got it.

- How's your pop?

- Still married to Charlotte.

- [chuckles]

Listen, thank you for today.

- Are you sure?

- Yes, go. I won't be here long.

- Anything you need before I-- - Nope, just the Breen files.

- Yeah, Records should get those to us in the morning.

Hey.

I'm sorry about those other agents.

- Oh, they can go fuck themselves.

- [laughs] - I'm good.

And you're excellent.

- I get benched most of the time.

You saw how they treat me.

So it's nice to be in the game.

I gotta learn to not let those guys get to me.

- You can't let that bullshit bring you down.

Ignorance is the enemy of progress.

No matter what, don't let those fuckers stop you.

- Hayes,

you're pretty intense.

- That's 'cause I play to win.

What about you, Awan Bitsui? Do you play to win?

- Yeah, I do.

- Well, then I'll see you bright and early.

[distorted children chattering]

- Beep, beep!

Faster, Jimmy, faster!

- Boys, come on in.

Joey! Jimmy!

- [sighs]

Oh, shit!

[Rare Earth's "I Just Want to Celebrate"]

- Five people have been arrested and charged

with breaking into the headquarters

of the Democratic National Committee

at the Watergate Hotel.

[static crackles]

- ♪ I just want to celebrate ♪

♪ Another day of living ♪

♪ I just want to celebrate ♪

♪ Another day of life ♪

♪ I put my faith in the people ♪

♪ But the people let me down ♪

♪ So I turned the other way and I carry on anyhow ♪

♪ That's why I'm telling you ♪

♪ I just want to celebrate, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Another day of living, yeah ♪

♪ I just want to celebrate ♪

♪ Another day of life ♪

♪ Had my hand on the dollar bill ♪

♪ And the dollar bill blew away ♪

- Asshole.

- Have a good day.

- ♪ That's why I'm telling you ♪

♪ I just want to celebrate, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Another day of living, yeah ♪

♪ I just want to celebrate ♪

- No matter what, this cocksucker's gonna

give me a name. If I end up killing him,

I'm gonna need your help cleaning up.

- So maybe don't kill him, then.

- So maybe shut the fuck up, then.

[car door slams]

- No! No, no, no!

- God.

- Eyewitnesses spotted you handing a duffel bag

to a guy in a red Duster.

Where did that duffel come from, Todd?

- I can't say, ma'am.

The man who dropped it off had a clown mask on.

Gave me 20 bucks to hand off the bag.

- What about the Duster?

You recognize the driver? - No, ma'am.

He just gave the phrase the clown told me,

24 Sloppy Josés.

So I gave him the duffel and he gave me the cash.

And he got cinnamon chips for the little girl.

- What little girl?

- The one who was with him.

He kept teaching her manners.

- Manners? - Yeah.

Please and thank you, that sort of thing.

- Did she have a name?

- Yeah. He called her Luna.

They were kind of sweet.

- Hmm. We'll take some cinnamon chips.

Did you look inside? The duffel?

- Yeah. Uh, yes, ma'am, I did.

- God. [chuckles]

That was fast, huh?

Got the name of the union fucker causing trouble.

- Come on, Billy. All over the back seat?

- We're good to go. - Thank you, Billy.

Thank you, man.

- You see that?

I just beat the shit out of him,

and he's thanking me.

That's how good I am.

[engine turns over]

- Why is it taking Records so long

to pull the Breen files?

- They're usually a lot faster than this.

- Oh, so this isn't normal?

- A whole day for a few files?

- Hey.

You're supposed to keep me looped in, remember?

What do you got so far on Saxton?

- It turns out Jim Ellis picked up a human heart.

So we called every hospital equipped

to perform a transplant within a 300-mile radius.

- New Mexico, Nevada, California, Utah--nothing.

- But then Agent Bitsui had the brilliant idea--

- Not brilliant. It was just a wild hunch.

- He said, what if the surgery wasn't done in a hospital?

- I knew a guy on the rez that used to pull teeth for people

who couldn't afford-- - Get to it.

- So then we started calling

medical equipment rental houses.

And we found a place that delivered a retractor,

vascular clamps, dissection instruments, oxygen,

the whole nine, to a house in Arcadia.

Saxton's house.

- Now we got Ellis on transporting

an organ across state lines.

- Which is real leverage.

We're going after him.

- Here's the deal. Ellis will never bite.

He grew up in that family.

His father served with Saxton in the Second World War.

If you approach him,

all you're gonna get is him ratting you out.

- Not if I can convince him that it is in his--

- Hayes, our ASAC's a hardass.

He believes in two things--

God and the chain of command.

And I got six years of seniority telling you,

money trails and body trails.

That's what you should be chasing to build this case.

And stay the fuck away from Ellis.

- So now what?

- Now we fucking go after Ellis.

[Clarence Reid's "Masterpiece"]

- [vocalizing]

♪ Baby, you got a masterpiece ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And I love it now ♪

- Grace. - Hi, Jim.

- Jay, Derek.

Linda.

Now that's a blouse.

- Thank you.

He's ready for you.

- Thank you, baby.

- ♪ And when I think about ♪

♪ How sweet it is ♪

- Jimmy.

- What's up, boss?

- Billy was persuasive with Chestnut.

Now we know who the union man is

looking to line his pockets.

Name's Bob Temple.

Lives in Tucson with his wife of 16 years.

- You need some materials?

- Nothing beats blackmail.

- I'm your man.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[John Lee Hooker's "Boom Boom"]

- ♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ I'm gonna shoot you right down ♪

♪ Right off of your feet ♪

- Hey, sugar. Where you been?

- ♪ Take you home with me ♪

♪ Put you in my house ♪

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ Oh-how-how-how ♪

♪ Mm-hmm-hmm ♪

♪ ♪

- Newspaper says Elvis is

coming back to Tucson in November.

- Oh, yeah? Are you gonna take me?

- Not so sure Cal would approve.

- You can ask him.

He's in booth three.

- You told me to come holler if I had another job.

- I'd rather go see the King.

- Tomorrow night, there's a union meeting in Winterhaven.

Job's just like Amarillo.

Pay's good.

Saw your Nova out there.

You still haven't gotten those new rims.

Do this for me, I'll even put 'em on for you.

Have you rolling in style.

- And where's the fun in that?

You know I like to get my hands dirty.

Enjoy, ladies.

- Yo, Cass.

- Hey there, Cal.

I waved at you.

- How long can four patty melts take?

- The kitchen's busy.

They'll be right out.

Count me in. - Stellar.

Better get those patty melts.

- Jimmy.

- Missy G, what's up?

- I've got a message for Sax.

You tell him if he doesn't show up for some pie soon,

he can kiss my ass.

- [chuckles] I'll tell him that verbatim.

[pop music playing softly]

♪ ♪

Do I know you?

- You'd remember.

[both laugh]

- So where are we going?

- Well, that's up to you.

- [sighs]

- I was warned not to come see you.

That it'd be a waste of my time,

that you're nothing but a loyal driver

without any common sense.

- Well, sister, I do love my job.

- More than Luna?

Yeah, something tells me

your loyalty isn't just with Ezra Saxton.

Interstate transportation of stolen property

is a violation of federal law

with a sentence of up to ten years in prison.

And when that stolen property is a human organ,

well, that's another five years.

That little girl will be in her 20s

before you can take her for another ride

to get some cinnamon chips.

- What do you want?

- Informant contract.

Sign it, work with me to build a case against Ezra Saxton,

and I'll do everything I can to keep you out of prison.

- How long you been at this?

That badge wallet's barely got a crease.

- It's my second day.

- No kidding? Day two?

Well, here's a little heads up.

You're gonna have a shitty day three.

Where are you from? Not around here.

- Baltimore. - Mm.

Did you think you'd come out here

and just wrap the Southwest rednecks around your finger?

You got a set of onions, Baltimore, and I like it.

But I don't like threats, and I ain't no snitch.

Not a chance in hell I'll sign that contract.

Not now, not ever.

Door's to your right.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

- You know, I thought you'd want to see

that little girl grow up.

Guess I was wrong about you.

- [chuckles]

[engine turns over]

Welcome to Phoenix.

♪ ♪

Fuck.

- No, Mama. Mama, I blew it.

- You're being too hard on yourself.

- I came in too fast and I was too impatient

and I went for a CI on day two, after I was warned not to.

They hate me in the office, Mama.

Everybody does.

Not--okay, not everybody. But enough of them.

- Baby, come on. The story's not over yet.

- They're gonna take this case away from me.

I know it.

[groans] Maybe worse.

No other field office wants me.

- You always get down like this.

Then you get a hold of yourself,

you think, and you find that almaz.

Remember? The almaz.

- Mm, the diamond, I know.

- It's always there, the thing you overlooked.

Baby, there's something.

I know there is.

[Creations Unlimited's "Chrystal Illusion"]

[funky music]

- Mama,

there were dog tags.

- There it is.

- They didn't say James Ellis.

They said Joseph Ellis.

- Well, who's Joseph Ellis?

♪ ♪

- [grunts]

Hey, Pops.

[car door slams]

AC out again?

- You could cook a steak on the goddamn kitchen floor.

It's hotter than hell in there.

- Speaking of hell, she home?

- Course she is. Cut it out.

- Fuck.

- Should have called.

[door slams]

- Get the fuck out of my house, cocksucker.

- I only need two minutes.

- Well, that's three too many.

- Good to see you too, Charlotte.

- [grunts]

- Wade, get your demon spawn out of here.

Everywhere he goes, trouble is bearing down on his sorry ass.

Don't let him mix you up in any more of his bullshit.

- I'll handle it.

- Fucking Liberace staying here?

Where's all my stuff?

- Charlotte's redecorating or some shit.

And I got her a goddamn credit card.

What you looking for?

- My passport. I left it here.

- Passport? Where the hell are you going?

- Getting out of town.

- What the fuck are you talking about, boy?

- I got a fed on my ass.

She wants me to rat on Sax.

- She?

They got lady dicks now?

- Apparently.

- Look, just relax, kid.

The feds have been after Sax for years.

- This one's different.

She ain't fucking around.

And I ain't gonna be the one to get Sax caught.

I'm gonna go south for a while,

see if I can ride for Mad Raoul.

- Mad Raoul?

Are you fucking crazy?

- It's the only way.

I got to get out of Dodge for a while,

hope the feds can't make the case.

Shit cools down, I'll be back.

Best for everyone.

- You told Sax this plan yet?

- I got a job I promised him I'd do,

then I'm meeting him in his office at midnight.

I'll tell Sax everything and head for the border.

- Well, I'm gonna miss you, son.

- I'll miss you too, Pops.

- Hey, you be careful.

- Yeah.

- Joseph Ellis. Signed up to serve in Vietnam.

Two days later, his brother Jim does too.

- Look at this.

Jim was awarded an Army Commendation Medal

for meritorious achievement but refused it.

Said he was just doing his job.

- Military records don't have anything

on how Joey Ellis died.

- That's because they won't.

I just got off the phone with Trisha from Phoenix PD.

We were sorority sisters. Delta Gamma, baby.

- Nice. What did Trisha say?

- Joseph Ellis wasn't killed in the war.

He died on North 83rd Street.

Apparently he was on a job for Saxton.

[tense music]

- Wait, you're saying Jim Ellis's brother

worked for Saxton too?

- Mm-hmm.

- How did he die?

- His van blew up.

♪ ♪

- He was working for Saxton and his van exploded?

- Reported as an accident. I checked our records.

They recovered his body, matched his dental records.

Says here, the explosion was caught on a security camera.

- You're saying there's tape?

Where? - The basement.

- Videocassettes are in B6.

- Right on. Let's go.

- Nice work. - Thank you.

- [singing in Spanish]

[Ray and His Court's "De Eso Nada Monada"]

♪ ♪

- Blanquito. [laughs]

My wife says hello.

- You two make a cute couple.

- [chuckles] You back again to argue the virtues

of Gene Hackman versus Lee Marvin?

- Not this time.

I'm here 'cause I want to ride for Mad Raoul.

[tense music]

- You stay loyal to Mad Raoul and you'll stay alive.

But you piss him off,

Mad Raoul will fuck you up so hard,

you'll want to end your life before he does.

- I ain't new to this.

Just sign me up.

- Stand up.

♪ ♪

Initial here, por favor.

Well, holy shit. [chuckles]

Best wheelman in the game goes south.

Mad Raoul's gonna be expecting you there by Monday.

- Seriously, who's responsible for cataloging this stuff?

- Well, it was Diane.

And this is why she was fired.

- She couldn't organize anything.

- And she only ate broccoli.

- Yeah, that's all she ate. Just huge amounts.

- Nothing is where it says it is.

- What you looking for?

- A surveillance video.

- Of what?

- The night Jim Ellis's brother died.

If we can find--

- The hell did I tell you about Ellis?

So now you're ignoring direct orders.

Good to know.

[bossa nova music]

♪ ♪

- Hi there.

Bob Temple, room 214.

Whiskey, neat.

Put it on the room. No tip.

- That's our mark.

There's the fairy dust.

- Watch me work my magic.

- Oh, shit!

- I am so sorry!

Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm all right--

- Oh, God.

- Uh, accidents happen. [chuckles]

- Let me get you another. What's your poison?

- Um, whiskey.

- One whiskey, one gin and tonic.

I'm so, so clumsy sometimes.

- Ah, no worries.

- So do you live around here? I live in Vegas.

- I live in Tucson. - Oh, really?

- One whiskey, one G&T.

- Thank you. - Oh, thank you.

Oh! Oh, shoot.

- Let me get that.

[grunting]

Ah, that is a beautiful purse.

- Well, aren't you just the sweetest thing?

- To match a beautiful girl.

- [laughs] Thank you.

- Well, cheers.

- Cheers.

- Mm. - Mmm.

- Oh, I needed that.

[both laugh]

So what brings you here?

- Oh, I'm president of the truckers' union.

- Oh, boss man!

- El presidente. [both laugh]

- Whoo! - Whoo!

[both laugh] Whoa!

- Whoa, you okay?

- [laughs]

- Well, I think it's time to get out of here, huh?

- [chuckles] - Let's do it.

Oh! - Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Oh, careful! - Hi there.

I'll help you out there, sir. - Thank you.

- There we go. - Thank you so much.

- Those drinks are strong, sir.

Let me help you out of here. - Let's get out of here.

- Well, you are quite a gentleman, now.

You remember my room number?

- Yeah, it's 214.

- Here we go!

[suspenseful music]

[elevator dings]

♪ ♪

[both panting]

- Oh, they're always so damn heavy.

- [mumbling]

- Let's do it before the shit wears off.

- ♪ Hold me, baby ♪

♪ Hold me, baby ♪

♪ Hold me, baby ♪

- [slurring] Hey, your tits.

I love tits.

I love tits. [chuckles]

- He loves tits.

- Shut up and take the pictures.

- ♪ Rock a baby ♪

♪ Rock, rock, rock a baby ♪

♪ Rock, rock, rock a baby ♪

♪ Rock me, baby ♪

♪ Rock me all night long ♪

- [mumbling]

- Okay, please tell me you got it.

- We're good. Get dressed.

♪ ♪

- What kind of fucked-up shit is this?

- Now, Cal, you relax.

- I'm gonna teach you to keep your hands

off another man's property.

- You don't own me, asshole!

- I'll handle you later, you little fucking slut.

[gunshot]

- ♪ Hold me, baby ♪

- Cal! Stop it!

- Shut the fuck up!

- Cal, stop it!

- ♪ Love me, baby, love me all the time ♪

- Son of a bitch!

- ♪ Rock, rock, rock a baby ♪ - Get him, Jim!

- ♪ Rock, rock, rock a baby ♪

- Hold on, Cal.

Take it easy, man.

- Get him!

[glass shatters]

- Cass, let's go.

♪ ♪

- Who the fuck are you?

- ♪ Hold me baby ♪

- Who the fuck are you?

- ♪ Hold me, baby ♪

♪ Hold me, baby ♪

♪ Love me, baby ♪

♪ Love me all the time ♪

♪ But rock, rock, rock a baby ♪

♪ Rock, rock, rock a baby ♪

♪ Rock, rock, rock a baby ♪

♪ Rock me, baby ♪

♪ Rock me all night long ♪

♪ ♪

- After I talked to Agent Grant,

I called the ASAC.

- I've got an angle on Ellis. There's videotape--

- Braddock says you being here

is more trouble than it's worth,

and that he never should have approved your coming here.

He's having you transferred to Butte, Montana.

- Butte?

- He said it's better to do this now,

before you unpack.

- That is Siberia.

Sir, please give me a chance!

- It's over, Hayes.

The memo about your reassignment's

already gone out to the office.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

- [groans]

♪ ♪

Hayes!

The tape. The tape of the van.

The one you were looking for. - You found it?

- I remembered Diane would sometimes

alphabetize by first name, so--

- You're a genius.

Come on. Let's go.

♪ ♪

Right there. Do you see that?

[phone rings]

Agent Hayes.

- Hello. This the lady agent?

- Yes, this is the lady agent.

Who is this?

- Don't worry about me.

Worry about Jim Ellis.

That asshole is running to Mexico

to ride for some jackass called Mad Raoul.

He's meeting Saxton at Snowbird at midnight

to tell him everything.

- Wha--

[knock at door]

- Oh, no.

What?

- Things at work are just a little fucked up right now,

so I took a job down south for a little while.

Envelopes of cash from Mexico, those will be from me.

- You know you don't need to send us money.

- I told you, I'm trying to be more responsible.

- How long?

- A few months.

Maybe more.

What? You all right?

- It's gonna be hard for Luna.

- For Luna?

- Yes, for Luna.

♪ ♪

- Give that to Peanut, would you?

Took me, like, 50 quarters to get it.

- [laughs]

Tell her I promise she'll ride with me again soon.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

- Hold it right there.

- You ever pull a gun on anybody before, Baltimore?

Paper outline don't count.

- I need you to come with me.

- How'd you know I'd be here? - Not exactly sure.

Some crazy-sounding lady called and told me.

- Ah, fucking Charlotte.

- Come with me.

Okay. Watch it again.

[tape whirs]

Watch it again.

- You digging this?

Having me watch Joey die over and over again?

- A summary of the police report

said that your brother's death was an accident.

That there were leaking propane tanks in the van,

that Joey was smoking.

- Baltimore, what's your point?

- My name is Nina.

Nina Hayes.

My father's name was Virgil.

- Do I get the whole family tree?

- Just my father.

He worked for Saxton too.

[dramatic music]

- Bullshit.

- Yeah, in Philly, after the war.

Saxton was just getting started then,

but he was who he was.

My father had a corner store.

He ran a numbers racket for Saxton.

When people couldn't pay up, Saxton had their heads

cracked with a baseball bat.

My father couldn't take it anymore.

He wanted out.

So Saxton had my father killed

in the same way he had your brother killed.

- Hold on. The hell are you talking about?

- Look.

[tape whirs]

That explosion didn't start inside.

It started below.

There was a charge placed under that van.

- That doesn't prove a thing.

- Your brother's death, it was a hit.

And it's not a question of what happened.

It's who did it.

- Sax didn't kill my brother.

- In my heart, I know he did.

And I think you do too.

♪ ♪

- Oh, look at that one.

[chuckles]

- [exhales] - Oh, yeah.

If we need to use them, these will keep Temple in line.

- Sax, there's something I gotta tell you--

- It's amazing, isn't it?

- What's that?

- How much work this shit takes.

- [chuckles]

- Be easier just to kill him.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Sorry, what was that?

You got something to tell me?

- Yeah.

Missy G says, you don't show up soon for some pie,

you can kiss her ass.

- [chuckles]

Don't you think I haven't.

[laughs]

♪ ♪

[The Hollies' "Long Cool Woman (In a Black Dress)"]

[upbeat rock music]

♪ ♪

[elevator dings]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Saturday night, I was downtown ♪

♪ Working for the FBI ♪

♪ Sitting in a nest of bad men ♪

♪ Whiskey bottles piling high ♪

♪ Bootlegging boozer on the west side ♪

♪ Full of people who are doing wrong ♪

♪ Just about to call up the DA man ♪

♪ When I heard this woman sing a song ♪

♪ A pair of 45s made me open my eyes ♪

- Informant contract signed by Jim Ellis.

♪ ♪

- Great job.

- ♪ Just-a 5'9", beautiful, tall ♪

♪ With just one look, I was a bad mess ♪

♪ 'Cause that long cool woman had it all ♪

♪ ♪

- Baltimore, I've made some promises to people.

♪ ♪

If I sign this thing and stick around,

it's gonna make my life complicated.

Dangerous.

♪ ♪

- It's gonna do same to you...

- ♪ I saw her heading to the table ♪

♪ Well, a tall walking big black cat ♪

- In ways you can't possibly understand.

- ♪ 'Cause I'm telling you she knows where it's at ♪

♪ Then suddenly we heard the sirens ♪

♪ And everybody started to run ♪

♪ A-jumping out of doors and tables ♪

- I'm not signing this because you threatened me

or charmed me or because I think Sax did it.

I'm signing it to prove that he didn't.

- What if he did?

♪ ♪

- Then I'll kill him myself.

- ♪ Just-a 5'9", beautiful, tall ♪

♪ Well, with just one look, I was a bad mess ♪

♪ 'Cause that long cool woman had it all ♪

♪ Had it all ♪

♪ Had it all ♪

♪ Had it all ♪

♪ Had it all ♪

♪ Had it all ♪

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[funky upbeat music]

♪ ♪

[typewriter clacking, dings]

children: Bad Robot.

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