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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, 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…

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.

Right on.

Right on!

If you want a little loving, baby Come on and get it

- Where are we going? - Nachos Con Dios. The one in Ripley.

Come on, not fucking Ripley.

Order 24 Sloppy Josés. Give him the cash, get what you came for.

Haul ass and be back by four o'clock or he's dead.

Saxton's counting on you.

When you're feeling…

You gotta stop and get yourself together

Fuck.

Ooh. Uncle Jim. You said "fuck."

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

Your mom would kill me if she heard you saying 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 bear you could…

- Fuck! - Hey!

Got it.

Welcome to Nachos Con Dios.

Yeah, I'll take 24 Sloppy Josés.

- Do you have the, uh… - Oh.

Okay.

Do you smell that?

- Are those cinnamon chips? - Luna.

Uh, excuse me, sir. Are those cinnamon chips?

Sure are, Ms. Luna.

Fresh baked.

Would you like some?

Ask the man, but use your kindness.

May I please have some of those chips?

Coming right up.

Fucking Jim Ellis.

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

Because, Peanut, little mysteries make life worth living.

Hey, Uncle Jim.

Yeah, I see 'em.

You were warned not to come back, asshole.

Hey there, Gavin.

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

How about you not threaten me? I got my niece in here.

How about fuck you?

Fuck!

They're still behind us.

Not for long.

Dude, I can't see shit.

Hold on!

Oh, no.

Look out!

Whoo!

Nice one, Uncle Jim.

This is for you, little brother.

Jim.

He's dead.

Are you serious?

No, I'm fucking with you.

- Get in here. Hurry up. - Asshole.

Starting my midline incision with the ten-blade knife.

Package is here, Doctor.

Bring it over here, please.

Over here, please. We gotta go.

- One heparin? - Yes. Go ahead.

- What dose? - Give 30…

Okay. It's emulating.

- Unzip. - What do you want for the SVC?

Give me 4.0. Cannulating SVC.

Cross clamp. Flow is good.

Flow is fine. Great color change.

We're oxygenating great.

Can I turn the lungs off?

Machine's down again.

- Got no blood pressure. - Get that machine up.

- I need forward flow on bypass. - Fuses.

- I'm taking the clamp off. - Just check those fuses.

- Ah! Damn it! - Break scrub.

It's a small branch, I'll clip it.

I need that machine.

- Who's checking the fuses? - Shit. Manually pump now.

Hey, you, glove up quick. Right hand over there.

The machine's coming back up.

Give me two minutes to get full flow.

See what I'm doing? Pump his heart like this.

All right. Keep doing compressions.

I need to prepare the new heart.

This fucking day.

Any signs of that spitfire, Yellowjacket?

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

Negatory, sweet stuff, but I'll keep my eyes peeled.

Asshole.

- Hey, sweetie. You good? - Hey, Mommy.

Yeah, I had fun. We always do.

- Okay. Thanks, Uncle Jim. - See you later, Peanut.

You were supposed to be here two hours ago.

Yeah, 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, coming, coming

Make your baby understand

I wanna love you Don't wanna break your heart

Back up and get ready Give yourself a brand-new start

I said, I'm coming

I'm coming, baby

I'm coming

Help me, baby

- Agent Bitsui. - Yes.

I'm Agent Hayes.

- You're… - Black. Yes, I'm Black.

- No, that's not… - I get it all the time.

Oh, yeah, me, too.

Not Black, obviously. I am Navajo.

Well, part Navajo.

But everyone thinks I'm Mexican.

My first name is 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.

Good God. Look at this.

Dawn of a new era. Nathan Abbott, Squad Supervisor.

Nina Hayes. Happy to be here.

Nickel tour. Come on.

Violent Crime Squad's in the back.

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

He's in DC on a policy confab.

He'll be back end of next week. This is Jessica-Lorraine.

She's our girl Friday. Keeps the secretary pool humming.

- Agent Hayes. - 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.

- You and Bitsui are partnering up. - 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.

And there she is,

the rookie who thinks she can take down the Southwest Al Capone.

Black and a woman, fantastic.

Oh, well, I'll tell my mama you approve on both counts.

They always say I'm the youngest-looking agent in the office.

You look 12.

Sorry to blow your fro, but you should know 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 we do have reason to believe

that Saxton is trafficking weapons and drugs.

But of all 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 progress.

With the new head honchos in Washington, we'd like to make some.

We'll see what I can do.

- We sure will. - All right.

I got a meeting. Keep Grant in the loop.

He'll help facilitate whatever you need.

Good to have you.

Incredible.

So I said if he must open on Monday,

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

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

Bread and melted cheese? That shit's clutch.

- You need to get responsible, Jim. - I'm trying.

- The last time… - That's better.

I fucking hate cauliflower.

Mmm, you saved my brother's life today.

Just doing my job.

My boy… My boy is alive.

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

Genesis.

My baby girl. Always there when I needed her.

And Jim, been driving like a bat out of hell for me since you were 16.

Magic on wheels.

I thank you all.

- To Royce. - To Royce!

Are 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.

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.

Saxon'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 Saxton's employee was involved in a crash today in Ripley.

Saxton's man got away, but two others were hospitalized.

- Ripley. How far is that? - Two and a half 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-offs tomorrow.

Pay Chestnut a visit.

Billy will get the name out of him.

Got it.

How's your pop?

Still married to Charlotte.

Listen, thank you for today.

Are you sure?

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

Anything you need before I…

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.

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've got to 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 because I play to win.

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

Yeah, I do.

Then I'll see you bright and early.

Beep, beep! Faster, Jimmy! Faster!

Boys, come on in.

Joey! Jimmy!

Oh, shit.

Five people have been arrested and charged

with breaking into the headquarters of the Democratic National Committee

at the Watergate Hotel.

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 turn 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 flew 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 another day of…

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.

No. No, no, no!

Oh, God.

Eyewitnesses spotted you handing a duffel bag to a guy in a red Duster.

- Where did that duffel come from? - I can't say.

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

Gave me 20 bucks to hand off the bag.

Mmm, what about the Duster?

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

He 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.

Does she have a name?

Yeah. He called her Luna.

They were kind of sweet.

We'll take some cinnamon chips.

Did you look inside the duffle?

Yeah.

Uh, yes, ma'am, I did.

That was fast, huh?

Got the name of that 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.

Why is it taking Records so long to pull the Breen files?

- They're usually a lot faster than this. - 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…

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've 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 Second World War.

If you approach him, all you're gonna get is him gonna rat you out.

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

Hayes, our ASAC's a hard-ass.

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.

Na, na-na, na, na, na, na

Baby, you got a masterpiece

- Grace. - Hi, Jim.

Ray, Derrick.

Linda. Now that's a blouse.

Thank you. He's ready for you.

Thank you, babe.

- 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.

Boom, boom, boom, boom

I'm gonna shoot you right down

Right off your feet

Hey, sugar, where you been?

Put you in my house

Boom, boom, boom, boom

Newspaper says Elvis is coming back to Tucson in November.

Yeah? You gonna take me?

I'm 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, there's a union meeting in Winterhaven. Just like Amarillo.

Pay is good.

I saw your Nova out there. You still haven't gotten those new rims.

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

You'll be 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 ya.

How long can four patty melts take?

Kitchen's busy. It'll be right up.

- Count me in. - Stellar.

You 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.

I'll tell him that verbatim.

Do I know you?

You'd remember.

So, where are we going?

Well, that's up to you.

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?

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, it'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. - Mmm.

Did you think you'd come out here

and just wrap the Southwest rednecks round 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.

You know, I thought you'd wanna see that little girl grow up.

Guess I was wrong about you.

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.

And they hate me in the office, Mama. Everybody does.

Okay, not everybody, but enough of 'em.

Baby, come on, the story's not over yet.

They're going to take this case away from me. I know it.

Maybe worse.

No other field office wants me.

You always get down like this, then you get a hold of yourself.

You think. You find that "almaz." Remember?

Mmm, the diamond. I know.

It's always there, the thing you overlooked.

Baby, there's something. I know there is.

Mama…

- There were dog tags. - There it is.

They didn't say "James Ellis." They said "Joseph Ellis."

Well, who's Joseph Ellis?

Hey, Pops.

AC out again?

You could cook a steak on the goddamn kitchen floor.

It's hotter than hell in there.

Speaking of hell… Is she home?

Of course she is. Cut it out.

Oh, fuck!

You should have called.

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.

- Wade. - Mmm-hmm?

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.

Is 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?

I'm getting out of town.

What the fuck 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 who gets 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 gotta get out of Dodge for a while,

hope the feds can't make the case.

Shit cools own, I'll be back.

Best for everyone.

You told Sax this plan yet?

I got a job I promised him I'd do.

And I'm meeting him at 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.

But 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.

Wait, you're saying Jim Ellis' brother worked for Saxton, too?

Mmm-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.

Video cassettes are in B-6.

Right on. Let's go.

- Nice work. - Thank you.

Blanquito!

My wife says hello.

You two make a cute couple.

You back again to argue the virtues of Gene Hackman versus Lee Marvin?

Not this time.

I'm here 'cause I wanna ride for Mad Raoul.

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.

Holy shit.

Best wheel man 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. Huge amounts.

Nothing is where it says it is.

What you looking for?

A surveillance video.

Of what?

The night Jim Ellis' brother died.

- If we can find… - The hell did I tell you about Ellis?

So now you're ignoring direct orders.

Good to know.

Hi there! Bob Temple. Room 214.

Whiskey. Neat. Put it on the room, no tip.

That's our mark.

Here's the fairy dust.

Watch me work my magic.

- Oh! - Oh, shit!

- I am so sorry! - Oh!

- Are you okay? - Yeah, I'm all right…

Oh, God!

Accidents happen.

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

Whiskey.

One whiskey, one gin and tonic.

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

- I live in Tucson. - Really?

One whiskey, one G and T.

- Oh, thank you. - Thank you.

Oh, shoot!

Let me get that.

Ah. That is a beautiful purse.

Well, aren't you the sweetest thing?

- I had to be for the girl. - Thank you.

- Cheers! - Cheers!

- So what brings you here? - Oh…

- I'm the president of the truckers union. - Boss man!

Whoo!

- Whoa! - Ooh! You okay?

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

Let's do…

- Careful! - Whoa, whoa!

You all right there? Let me help you out there, sir.

- Thank you so much. - There we go.

- Drinks are strong. - Yeah, they are.

- Hello. - Let's get out of here.

- Well, you are quite a gentleman. - I try.

Here we go.

Oh. They're always so damn heavy.

Let's do it before the shit wears off.

Hold me, baby. Hold me, baby

Hold me, baby

There you go. Your tits…

I love tits.

I love tits.

He loves tits.

Shut up and take the pictures.

Please tell me you got it.

We're good. Get dressed.

What kind of fucked-up shit is this?

Cal, you relax.

I'll teach you to keep your hands off another man's property.

You don't own me, asshole!

I'll handle you later, little fucking slut.

Cal! Stop it!

Shut the fuck up!

No! Stop it!

Son of a bitch!

Get him, Jim!

Hold on. Take it easy.

Get him!

Cass, let's get.

Who the fuck are you?

Who the fuck are you?

Hold me, baby

Hold me, baby

Love me, baby, love me all the time

Let's rock, rock, rock, baby

Rock, rock, rock, baby

Rock, rock, rock, 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 video tape… - Grant says you being here

is more trouble than it's worth.

And that he never should have approved you 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.

Hayes.

The tape of the van. The one you were looking for.

- You found it? - I remembered

Diane sometimes alphabetized by first name. So…

You're a genius. Come on, let's go!

- Right there. Do you see that? - Mmm.

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.

Oh, no. What?

Things at work are just a little fucked up, so…

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?

Few months. Maybe more.

What? Are you all right?

It's going to be hard for Luna.

- For Luna? - Yes. For Luna.

Give that to Peanut, would ya?

Took me like 50 quarters to get it.

Tell her, uh…

I promise she'll ride with me again soon.

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 did you know I'd be here?

I'm not exactly sure. Crazy-sounding lady called and told me.

Ah, fucking Charlotte!

Come with me.

Okay, watch it again.

Watch it again.

You digging this?

Having me watch Joey die over and over again?

The 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.

Bullshit.

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.

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.

Oh, yeah.

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

- Sax, there's something I got to tell… - It's amazing, isn't it?

What's that?

How much work this shit takes.

Be easier just to kill him.

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.

Don't you think I haven't.

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 singing a song

Informant contract signed by Jim Ellis.

Great job.

…woman in a black dress

Just a 5'9'"beautiful 'n' tall

But 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 to stick around,

it's gonna make my life complicated.

Dangerous.

It's gonna do the same to you…

I saw her heading to the table

Well, a tall walking big black cat

…in ways you can't possibly understand.

Well, suddenly we hear the sirens

And everybody started to run

Jumping under 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.

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