All language subtitles for Would Be Kings 2008 E01

(soft music)

(rhythmic music)

(crinkling plastic)

(clears throat) - Thank you.

- Here. - Thank you.

Have a good one.

- Take it easy, man.

(sparking lighter)

(explosion)

(sirens blaring)

(police radio)

- Hey Shane, what do we got?

- One guy's dead, the other one's halfway there.

- What about the kid?

- Behind you.

- Christ.

- God knows we don't need any more guys down here.

- Yeah, you're right.

- I want someone on the neighbours.

- Okay.

- And I want someone working liaison with all these

ident guys, alright? - Okay, got it.

- Hey guys...

(man): Get that ladder.

- Joe Fantelli. You really are a piece of shit, huh?

You wanna tell me who you're working for?

(groans) Huh? You might as well.

Either way, they're not gonna be happy.

What? Nothing.

Get him outta here.

(ship horn blaring)

Hey. It's Lehane.

Yeah. Joe Fantelli's connected, right?

Well, then I guess he's freelancing,

cause there's no way this lab was mob.

No. No, north, this was north end,

low-end bullshit, this was definitely one of Cal's. yeah.

- Hey. Where were you last night?

- Meth fire, low-end bullshit.

- Caitlin, go get dressed. Are you gonna go back to bed?

- Hey, hang, hang on a second.

You know what? I'm gotta go in and do some damage control.

Press is all over this thing. A kid died last night.

- What about tonight? Caitlin's pool party.

- Shit. Yeah, I gotta call you back.

- You forgot my birthday. - I didn't forget!

What do you mean, forgot?

No, no, no, no, no, I love birthdays. Happy birthday!

- Thank you, Daddy!

But you owe me a dollar. - For what?

- Shit's a swear.

- Shit's not a swear, you know what? You said it too,

so you get nothing, and like it!

- We could cancel, turn out the lights, lay on the floor.

- No. A pool party, no pool,

I hear you. I will get the construction guys back here

as soon as I can, okay?

- Or I could stay home from music camp and help you dig.

- Nice try, go get dressed!

Look, it's not about the pool, okay? We have a serious crowd

coming tonight, it'll be good for us,

but I need you here. Okay?

- You know what? I will be here. I promise, I'll be here.

Hey, it's Lehane.

Yeah. Dump those phone records for me, would ya?

- You know what I'd do?

- No, but I think you're gonna tell me.

- Arrest Cal tomorrow. Put a wack of crystal meth

on the table, shine a light on it, smile for the camera.

- We don't have Cal. - Pantelli was working for him.

- We'll get there, alright? - Yeah?

Good, cause the mayor's gonna call the chief,

chief's gonna call me, I'm gonna let you tell him

why you got 25 UC guys working meth and not one serious arrest

this calendar.

- Look, Gary, I will get--

- A meth house exploded. And we don't have Cal.

(zippo lighter click)

(rock music playing)

- Ball park. Half a key, ten guns.

- Ten?

What happened to our old deal?

(Cal): The old deal's a new deal.

Take it or leave it.

- Cal, you had a business set back, I get it.

It doesn't mean you stop doing business.

- Maybe it means I stop doing business with you.

So do we have something to talk about, or not?

(high heels clacking)

- You're late. - Blow me.

Where the hell were you last night? 9 o'clock.

Remember saying you were gonna pick me up at 9 o'clock?

- I'm not in the mood. - Whatever.

- They're like Lucy and Ricky Ricardo, these two.

- I hate it when you say that.

- Whatever.

(slap)

- Ohh!

Bastard.

- Go get us a refill.

- You okay?

- Yeah. I'm fine. He's just stressed, you know?

I shouldn't have said anything.

- You say that you saw my client unload a suitcase of heroin

into his apartment.

- I already said, he stuck it all in that uh...

central vacuum thing.

- And by "thing", you mean "tank"?

The collection unit, as it were.

- As it were.

- And that's when you called Detective Collins.

- Yup. He's my guy.

- Permission to approach?

- Go ahead.

- You were at Mr. Sabiri's apartment buying heroin,

is that correct?

- Yeah.

- Cause you're a regular user?

Are you high right now?

- Objection, not relevant.

- I'll allow it.

- Are you high, Mr. Gates?

- A little.

- So, where'd you, where'd you buy today?

- Uh...

around the corner.

- Where'd you get the money?

- Borrowed some. From a friend.

- Did you borrow money for drugs from Detective Collins?

(nervous chuckle)

Mr. Gates, did you borrow money for drugs

from Detective Collins?

- Are you mad at me?

(toilet flushes) - No.

- I'm sorry. (sniffs)

You know, Jamie, I'm really sorry.

You know, she caught me off guard.

- It's okay, it's okay.

- We're gonna get another chance, right?

- Sure, we'll get another chance.

(background chatter)

- Hey, honey!

(kiss)

Hey!

- Aww, Dad! Come on, you didn't have to do that!

- So where's the birthday girl?

- She's putting on that nice dress you gave her.

- The Mayor's wife. Nice party, good idea.

So, is Jamie here yet?

- You heard?

- Ninth hole, I got an earful.

- Who were you playing with?

- Chief Howland. I let him win.

- Russell.

- Hey, Gary. How the hell are you?

- Good, good. And you? - Good. Good.

- Gary. - Patrick.

Thanks for the invite, huh?

- Sure. Why don't you get yourself a drink? Enjoy.

- Good.

(mellow music playing)

- Gentlemen.

Jamie. - Hey.

- What can I get for you? - Uh no, I'm good, man.

I'm not gonna drink tonight, I'm taking it easy.

- Really? - Yeah.

- That's probably the best decision you made

all day. Me? I'll drink like a fish.

- I guess you're catching shit for that meth fire, eh?

- Yeah. Yeah, I kinda am.

That's not the only thing I'm catching shit for.

Are you trying to make me look like an idiot?

- Look, the witness didn't show up for court, okay?

I went to his apartment, he was covered in shit.

He needed a fix, there was no way

he could have testified like that.

- So you scored him some dope?

- No, I didn't score dope, I gave him some money.

- Money for dope. - No, money for a sandwich.

- Don't lie!

(chuckles)

- Okay. That's what I told the judge, okay?

And Gates backed me up,

but she tossed it. It wasn't my fault.

- You know what? I don't blame her.

Cause that is a crock of shit.

- Judges and lawyers, they're all assholes!

- Okay, you know what you do? You come out

and I'll make you some popcorn, we'll watch Loverboy,

shoot pool until your heart's content.

- Yeah, sounds-- - Forget it! She's mine!

(laughter)

- You are an asshole. What are you doing here?

I thought you weren't coming to this.

- Well, Pasha said I had to. (laughs)

- You know, next time, take off the skull ring

before you whack me, dipstick!

(slap)

- I'm sorry. (laughter)

- You guys want a drink?

- Yes. - Yeah.

- Sorry about that. You look good.

(kisses)

(laughter)

- It's all about the jacket.

- He looks like a Village Person People.

- Which one? - All the Village People!

(laughter)

(kiss) How you doing?

- Why, what'd you hear?

The asshole, and the hero!

'Twas ever thus, huh?

How'd I get to be friends with all these saints anyway?

- You're gonna give him a pass again, aren't you?

- So he propped up a witness, shit happens.

- To Jamie, yeah.

- He was the only one of my guys that even got close to Sabiri.

He worked him undercover for months, and did a good job.

- Till he screwed it up.

You know, when I was chief,

I would have called Jamie a wildcard.

But now, he's a liability.

I love him to death. But you can't afford many liabilities.

If Internal Affairs gets a hold of this--

- They won't.

- Ask me, it's time to cut him loose.

- He's my cousin. - I know, and you love him.

That's your problem.

Coyle, he doesn't love anyone. That's why he's got your job.

- Coyle's a prick.

- Coyle wants to be chief.

Something's gotta give.

I don't want it to be you.

(sniffing)

(clears throat)

(door creaking)

(sighing): Is it that bad?

- The party? The party's great.

I just wish I didn't have to take off.

I haven't even said Happy Birthday yet. Happy Birthday!

- Thank you.

Nobody has.

You think my dad's boss cares that I'm turning 15?

Oh my God!

- They're small.

But they're real.

(chuckles)

Now uh, someday, some dude is gonna get you another pair

that'll blow these little chips out of the water,

and I'm just gonna have to kill him.

(laughter)

- They're beautiful. Thank you.

- Go on, get out there. Knock 'em dead.

- Are you gonna get that? Before you go?

- Hmm?

- It's okay, I've seen it before.

- You better not have!

You go anywhere near that stuff--

- And you will have to kill me!

(garage door opening)

(kiss) - Happy birthday.

Say bye for me, okay?

(mellow music)

- Well, he still says he'll sell to me.

The problem is now, he doesn't want money.

- Everybody wants money.

- Yeah well, after the fire last night, three guys dead

at his lab, cops are after him, Frank Butero's after him,

guy's paranoid, he wants guns.

He knows that if I can get him guns, then he can trust me.

- Then we'll get him guns.

- We can't put confiscated guns back on the street,

he knows that. - Well then, we'll get him guns

that never left the street. Russians, Italians,

Jamaicans, Vietnamese, they all got 'em, right?

- You know, Patrick, I'll get him back.

And then everything will calm down. We'll do the deal,

I just need a couple of weeks.

- Yeah, I don't have a couple of weeks.

(suspenseful music)

(taillight smashing)

- Frank Butero.

- What about him?

- I want you to introduce me.

You said it, right? I want to move forward, I need an arrest.

I gotta tie up the Bluffs.

- So, why go to the Italians?

- Cause I'm betting Butero's pissed off.

He doesn't like meth,

he doesn't like his guys freelancing.

He might be happy to have Cal out of the neighbourhood.

One conversation, Dad. It won't kill you to introduce me.

If this is about liabilities, I'll deal with it.

Jamie, the Bluffs.

- Patrick, what do you want?

(tense music)

- I want this arrest.

I want a promotion.

And I want you to stop treating me like the child

I stopped being 20 years ago.

- Fine.

If you think Butero will get you all that, I'll set up.

But these guys don't screw around, Patrick.

(thunder cracking) Hope you know what you're doing.

(♪ Stereo by The Watchmen)

(police siren)

- Police! You're driving with a broken taillight, pull over!

What are you, deaf, Sabiri?

You got a busted taillight, pull over!

(tires squealing)

Shit! Asshole.

(car engine revving)

(brakes screeching)

(soft music)

(girl faintly): Blow it out, blow out the candles!

- Make a wish!

(applause)

(rain pattering)

(dramatic music)

- Patrick...

Uh, it's me.

- Turn around. Okay, what do we got here?

What's this? I love you!

What do we got here, eight ounces? Nine, maybe?

- I have to go to the hospital.

- Yeah. Only thing is, you go to the hospital

when I'm busting you for possession,

they're not gonna treat you so good.

So, we're square now, huh? - Jamie.

That's enough.

Oh, okay.

You know, I'm thinking a few things here.

Him? He's an asshole. Truly he is.

But you know what? So are you. Alright?

Thing is, you and me, we're not related.

So you're gonna have to get lost, alright?

No doctors, no hospital, no arrest.

You got that? You're gonna have to walk this one off, pal, okay?

Oh. Off you go, get outta here. Get outta here!

- Uh, he was holding? - No shit.

This is good. What happened to your car?

- He took off! He had - I had to chase him down,

it was an accident! - An accident?

I don't have time for this!

We got, we got a meth fire, we got a dead kid,

and no arrests to show for ourselves.

And now, not even that asshole!

And you, y-y-you, you're out here, crashing cars,

settling scores, huh?

And, and, and huffing lines like you're some kind of teenager?

- It was a rough day.

- Rough day? Look at me.

Dumping drugs down the drain, letting that guy walk!

- Aw, come on.

- Jamie, Jamie.

This isn't what I do, you know.

- Okay. Go, I'll call a tow truck. I'll fix this.

(handcuffs rattling) Okay? Okay?

- Sure you will.

(hand cuffs clanking)

(light rock music)

- Tricky Mickey?

- Hey, Marvin. - You uh, got a light?

- You have fun at the party last night?

- Yeah. Yeah, I got mildly wasted,

and I almost fell in that hole, which would've been fine,

except Officer Sugartits here?

She uh, she saw the whole thing, started laughing her ass off.

(clears throat)

- I'm going across town, you need anything?

- Yeah.

That's for you. Take some of this to my ex-wife.

Just don't give it to her boyfriend.

Marvin? - Yes?

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

- See you, Marvin.

- Tricky Mickey.

- We gotta pull a keg out of the basement.

- Okay, sure.

- Uh, we have no camera down there, she knows that.

(dialing numbers)

(cellphone ringing)

- If he touches you again-- - Tom.

- I just, I don't want him to touch you again.

- It's okay.

- Patrick. It's me, again.

Call me.

I'm gonna try your cell, okay?

(exhales deeply)

(dialing numbers)

(groans)

(cellphone ringing)

- Patrick. - Frank?

(inhales deeply)

- Smell that? The best smell in the world. Wonder Bread.

Don't get me wrong, I'd rather have clean air, but uh, Vinny.

- Dad, it's Vincent.

- Stay off the phone, Vincent. Uh, Deputy Lahane, I'd like to--

- It's Inspector, actually.

- Well, I would have thought uh...

Patrick's father arrested me once years ago.

Didn't stick. Glad to hear from him.

- I don't mean to be insulting, but, uh...

I thought we were meeting alone.

- It's alright.

So.

- The Bluffs. I thought we might share an interest.

- Don't know it.

- Cal Crowe? The meth thing?

I'm sure you heard about that fire.

- Yeah, I did. I read about it in the newspaper.

A little kid got killed. It's a heartbreaker.

Bad for you guys, huh?

- The cooker used to be one of yours.

- Was. I don't like meth.

- Ah, thought you might be pissed.

I mean, Cal stole one of your guys, right?

- Pissed? Nah, screw him.

Hey, karma screwed him, guy's dead.

So, what is it, uh... you wanna clean up the neighbourhood?

- Yeah, yeah. Heard anything?

- What are you looking for?

- Contacts, information.

Clean guns for bargaining.

Now, I'm not gonna ask for any of that.

- And um...

what is it you're offering?

- Yeah, as I said, you know what? Not asking.

You hear anything helpful, feel like sharing it,

let me know.

- Say hello to your old man for me.

(indistinct chattering)

- Collins.

Can I see you in my office for a second?

Detective Collins, this is Inspector Baldwin.

- I knew your dad.

- Mmm. Great cop, right?

- Alonso here works Internal Affairs.

- Really? If this is about the car--

- Something happen with your car?

- Inspector Baldwin's your new boss.

- What?

- Welcome to Internal Affairs.

- I'm sorry. Jamie, I can't make this one go away.

- You tried. You phoned around?

- It's not my call! Coyle's on a tear.

The Sabiri case, the squad car?

- So, fine. Internal should be investigating me,

not bringing me in there to work.

- Jamie, you still got a job!

- What? - Look, I'm just saying,

so what? You work IA for a year, there are worse things.

- Patrick.

- My hands are tied.

- Please.

- Jamie, I'm really sorry. I...

(backhoe reversing)

- Hey! Hey!

- Good morning!

- Whoa, stop! Put it down. - Stop?

- Yeah. - What are you doing?

What, are you kidding me?

- Frank sent us over, don't worry about it.

- Come on, I didn't ask for this.

- Don't worry. - I didn't ask for this!

You gotta move it out.

- He's actually mad they're doing work.

- What? - He is! Look at him.

- Hey, you know what? You tell him I don't need this.

- If you say so. - Are you kidding me?

- You tell him I don't need it, alright?

- They're finally here digging and now he's sending them -

Oh my God. Patrick!

- Dad!

- Patrick!

- Aww, relax, it was a friendly gesture.

- You know what, we're not gonna be friends, Frank.

We're never gonna be friends. - Sorry to hear that,

your dad never shut up about you.

Captain of the football team, top of your class,

girls hanging all over you.

- Huh, I don't remember that.

- Yup. We'd drink bourbon sours on his deck,

and he'd talk about you.

I remember the summer we put that deck on there for him.

(pneumatic drill in background)

Patrick.

What kind do you need?

I know you need guns, I know they gotta be clean,

but does the make matter?

- Frank, I'm not asking.

- You're not asking, I'm offering. Gratis.

You're right. I don't like these shitheads,

and I don't want 'em on my block.

Tonight, there's a guy coming in from Buffalo.

Real prick, frankly.

He's bringing some things in to a guy I know.

Wouldn't be the end of the world if he didn't make it.

(suspenseful music)

- I've got, I've got-- - There's um, C-52

(phone ringing)

- Delivered at 1 o'clock.

(phone ringing)

- No, cause if it's not, then uh, the files won't go through.

Look, I've been looking for this for what, three weeks now?

Okay, I'm gonna call you back in five minutes. Yeah.

Thank you, bye bye.

(hanging up phone)

Hi. Um, you must be Detective Collins, right?

- Jamie. - Nice to meet you, Jamie.

Uh, I'm Detective Martinelli, you can call me Jules.

- Jules?

- I was thinking that maybe uh,

you and I could go over a couple

of ground rules, and then, take you around,

introduce you to everybody, yeah?

- Sure. - Great. Okay, um.

So, active files are in here, wiretaps, transcripts,

uh, surveillance. I'm not really territorial about it,

so you just feel free to dig in.

No secret's a good secret, right?

And, you know, just take whatever you need,

just make sure that you put it back the way that you found it.

Oh, I've got chocolate in the top drawer.

Ghirardelli's, dark, not milk. (chuckles)

And um, I-I'm not really alpha about the car,

I have had some partners who like to drive, which is okay.

And you, sir?

You worked partners in the Drug Squad, right?

You must have had some ground rules.

- Uh, I was with the same guy for a long time.

TW. We kind of had a symbiotic mind-meld thing going,

it's definitely unspoken.

- Okay. Um...

well then, why don't you think about it and get back to me?

- Okay.

- In the meantime, let's just get started.

Um, we got a traffic cop,

we think he's taking kickbacks from a tow truck driver.

- Traffic cop. Means, car accidents, means he always calls

the same tow company to haul the cars, means

he gets a little thank you on the side.

What kind of money are we talking here?

- Uh, two to three thousand.

- Ahem, so uh, what?

Put him under surveillance, two, three weeks?

How much is that gonna cost the taxpayers?

- Where are you going? - Surveillance.

- Just read the file first, okay?

- Great, let's read the file.

- What's it say on the door?

- "Fire Exit." - Nah, nah, nah, the front door.

- "No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service."

- No baggy pants, you know what that means? No black people,

nothing to do with pants.

- That's fine, man. So we just meet in your car.

- No, no, that's not the point.

The point is, they're limiting the places

where the black businessman can do his business.

Nah, don't hurt my feelings, man. I burnt that for you,

that's some spoken word poetry

(knocking) shit is powerful!

- Vincent? What's up?

- Alright. Bingo bango.

- That was cold.

(distant police sirens)

- Hey, Marvin.

- Yeah? - Thanks, man.

- You're welcome.

(laughter)

- That was not okay!

- Dad! What are you doing?

- Hey, Came over as soon as I heard.

- Honey, I called you. Caitlin got into Stanton!

Off the waiting list, one of the other kid's fathers

got transferred back to Dubai, she starts next week!

- Oh, Caitlin, honey, that's amazing.

- First Lahane to go to private school.

- I don't have to go, Dad.

I mean, it's not that big of a deal.

- I helped you study for the entrance exams,

it is so a big deal! - Hey.

I mean, you know what,

we should have a toast. - Good.

- We got any of that whisky left?

- Uh, yeah. - Alright.

I know it's in here somewhere.

- We were gonna talk about this.

- Fine. So, talk.

- Twenty grand a year? Where's that gonna come from?

- Simple, it's called a loan.

- A loan? We got loans, we're swimming in loans.

- Great metaphor, Patrick!

We're not swimming in anything, remember?

- We're still talking about Caitlin, right?

- Have you even been to Caitlin's school lately?

The kids there look half out of their minds, okay?

They're bored, stoned-- - She's smart.

And she will do well, wherever she goes.

- God forbid, we might send her to a place that would give her

half a chance, though.

- We will. We just can't right now.

- Tell her tonight, and I will never forgive you.

(country music)

- You like this music?

- Hey, I'm not the one line dancing.

- Oh, you heard about that, huh? Damn!

This driver's got no idea, no idea.

- Hey, Matt? No questions, alright?

- Yeah, okay. - And no notes.

- No way. No.

- This whole Bluffs thing stalled.

This is gonna help, it's for the good of the cause.

Okay? - Yeah, yeah. Okay.

Hey. (clears throat)

(knocking on window)

- He's gone!

- Hey. Whatcha doing?

- Moping.

- Uh?

Where's Caitlin?

- She's upstairs, hugging herself.

She got into Stanton.

- Really? That's amazing!

- Yeah. But she can't go.

Twenty thousand a year.

I have to find a way to tell her.

- She's a great kid, she's gonna be fine.

- Yeah. Yeah, she probably will.

- What about you?

- I'm good.

Seriously, I'm good.

Cater other people's parties.

Take the occasional French fusion cooking class.

Can't seem to get knocked up again, so I...

lay around all day in Shavasana.

And then I come home,

to a husband who's never here.

- Sha-what in-a? (chuckles)

- Shavasana, it's corpse pose. You do it at the end,

it's kind of like, it's kind of like being dead.

It's a lot like being dead, actually.

- Try working Internal Affairs.

(chuckles)

- Come on.

Hey. This never happened, alright?

(snaps gloves)

- So what, Patrick can't get you out of this thing?

- What, IA? No. It's Coyle.

He's pissed off about Sabiri, he's punishing me.

- I thought that guy loved having you in Narcotics,

messing things up for Patrick.

- You think I mess things up for Patrick?

Well, can't mess them up now.

If he, if he could've fixed it, he would've, right?

- Yeah. No, um, Patrick's just,

he's in a bad place right now, you know?

The fire, press.

- Patrick's in a bad place?

Well, he's got you.

(chuckles)

He does. He won.

(scoffs)

- Yeah well, you probably dodged a bullet.

After 15 years, I'm pretty goddamn dull.

- Mom?

- Caitlin! Honey!

Jamie came over, we were just chatting.

- Buddy, Stanton. Congratulations!

- Thanks.

- I gotta go. Yeah.

(kiss) See ya.

(dark piano music)

- It's him. (engine starts)

(police siren)

Shut it down.

License and registration, please.

Leeroy Jenkins.

- Le Roy.

- Right.

Let's go, outta the car. Come on.

- Shit.

- Oh. Oh, he's been drinking. Yeah.

- Follow me, sir. This way.

- This is bullshit.

- Stop right there. Field sobriety test, sir.

Raise your arms. I need you to walk slowly towards me.

One foot in front of the other. Heel, toe, heel, toe. Stop.

(suspenseful music)

Walk to me. Slowly.

Heel, toe, heel, toe, heel, toe.

Good, stop. Touch your finger to your nose.

(zipper)

Come on down. How much have you been drinking tonight, sir?

It's a lot easier if you just tell me, alright?

(voice echoing): Put your head back all the way.

Take a couple steps.

Stop right there, let's try this again. Touch your nose!

(dramatic music)

- Yo! - Sir?

- Hey man, what are you doing? - Hey!

Hold it, stop! Stop right there!

- Up against the car. Just give me those arms.

- We're good. - Yeah, we're good? Alright.

Leroy?

- You can't take my car, man!

- You're free to go.

- This is bullshit!

- I said...

get lost.

(gunshots)

(tense music)

- Jesus Christ!

(tires screeching)

(knocking on door)

- Nice ride.

- Where'd you come from? - You weren't expecting me?

- What did you tell Mickey? - Didn't tell her anything.

- Good. - Hey.

- Don't worry about it, it's Feinstein.

- Oh. - Listen to me.

We gotta work outside the cameras on this, alright?

No records, no notes. - Yeah.

- Anybody hears about this,

we're shit creek, no paddle, okay?

- I got it.

- Jesus Christ, "Pimp My Ride".

Guy's doing at least a buck fifty.

- Never driven a Camaro.

- I uh, I think you found your car.

- Clean, clean, clean.

Yeah, listen, buddy boy.

I want you to wipe it down, take the plates off,

drop it off at the garage on Eleventh, okay?

- Yeah, okay.

- Alright. Now, give me your keys.

- This one, eh? - Yeah.

Very nice. - Thanks.

- Okay. - Good luck.

- You have fun. - TW.

- These are awesome. I don't know how you did this, man.

- Oh, it's better you don't. - Alright.

Well, it's gonna take me about a week

to float the deal, flash the guns.

- No, no, no, no, we don't have a week.

- Meth fire? Dead kid? Remember?

- Yeah, I know, at Cal's place, which is why he's sitting tight.

- The mayor's on meth, the chief is on meth,

the press is on meth, I gotta give 'em something.

(sighs) We're calling your snitch.

- No way! It'll putting him in jeopardy,

it's gonna make me look weak. - You know what?

He got you in there, he can help get you out.

Now let's go find your snitch.

- Right now?

- Yeah, right now. I'll follow you.

Four years, Marvin.

Four years in jail I made go away, you remember?

- I got him The Bluffs, that was the deal.

- There's a new deal, alright?

My guy is stalled, and I blame you.

- Patrick.

- What the hell else more do you want me to do?

- Cal wants guns.

We got guns.

T just needs one of your Russian friends to vouch for him.

Is that really too much to ask?

(door opening)

(breathing heavily)

(dramatic music)

(door opening) - Patrick?

- Hey.

- Hey. You okay?

- Yeah. Just another night.

Drugs, shitheads, you know? Usual.

- I'm sorry. About tonight.

- Me too.

- I mean, honestly, Stanton, the stupid pool.

We'll work it out.

- Hey...

Undo that thing.

- What?

- I wanna see you.

(sultry music)

(groans)

(phone ringing)

- Hi.

- Good morning, glory.

- I don't understand these files, they're not by name.

- They're by number, you keep your own list.

Oh my God, I slept so well.

I swear, that is the trick.

Warm bath, jasmine tea, bed by ten, next day,

the whole world is a new place.

So, what were you looking for?

- I wanna know who transferred me into this hole.

(laughter)

- Really? So what crawled up your ass?

- I just wanna see my file, okay?

- Well, any transfer information would be in your personnel file,

and we only get copied on personnel files

if you've been investigated.

Have you been investigated?

- Probably about 500 times.

You can't do the job I was doing

without getting a little rat squad heat.

- Really? Hmm.

- Yeah. I don't know,

maybe you've forgotten what it's like.

- To be a real cop, you mean?

- Please, just tell me my file number.

- You know what? I wouldn't know.

(phone ringing)

(indistinct chatter)

- Hey. You awake?

(kisses)

Hmm? I wanna talk to you about Stanton.

- Dad, this whole private school thing.

I-I totally don't have to go,

it's not that big of a deal.

What?

- You're going.

It's okay, we're gonna work it out.

School is important.

- You didn't go to private school.

- No, but I wish I had.

- And then you'd be Prime Minister?

- That's right, I would!

(laughter)

- And I'd have a bodyguard, and a swimming pool.

- We will have a swimming pool.

- Daddy, that's not what I meant.

- You gotta get up,

'cause your mom is so excited to go uniform shopping.

- Uniform? Oh my God.

- Well, it's better than thinking of something

to wear every day.

But, you know what?

I want you to get yourself a pair of jeans, too, huh?

I don't want you to get too fancy.

- Thank you, Daddy!

(kisses)

- I...

am off to the seedy streets of West Mountain,

to pay your tuition.

You better become Prime Minister!

(chuckles)

- Look, we're not gonna catch this guy

taking an envelope of cash, okay?

Look at the way he's writing that ticket.

If he's on the take, he's having it dropped off

in his backyard by some hump in a Pizza Pizza hat.

- You can tell all this

from the way he's writing a parking ticket?

- Well, look at him.

He's careful.

He's double-checking the plate numbers,

he's chalking the tires.

- You do have a file.

I looked into you last year.

There's nothing there.

- Of course I have a file,

and, of course, there was nothing there,

I knocked a confession out of a guy

who was selling heroin to schoolkids.

- Quite a knocking. - He was guilty, I was cleared.

- Look, we're saying the same thing, I just,

I wanted you to hear it from me, okay?

Partners, full disclosure.

- Jules, you said it yourself.

No secret's a good secret.

- I can't do it, okay?

I can't, Jamie. Alright?

- Jules?

- I can't, Jamie.

- Jules? Jules? Who was it? Jules?

- I can't do it! Okay?

Jamie!

(country music)

(cellphone ringing)

(beep)

- What, you don't write? You don't call?

Okay. Jamie, how about this.

You, me, a couple of whiskies,

a couple of barstools, huh?

(knocking on window)

What are you doing here?

Frank, it went great, I left you a message.

- Yeah, you did me a big favour,

I thank you very much.

The kid Leroy, who was driving the car?

Never liked his face anyway.

- You knew him?

- Yeah, a little. I'm not gonna miss him,

let's put it that way. He was hanging around my kid,

he was a bad influence, you know, and uh,

all that hip hop, urban bullshit.

- So what, these were your guns?

- And my money,

while we're speaking about it.

Where's my money, Patrick?

You brought the car to my garage, they called me,

they told me that both bags were missing.

The guns, I gave you the guns, but the money, Patrick.

- I have no clue what you're talking about, Frank.

- So then, put it in a cab.

Or look, better yet, I get Vinny to come over, pick it up,

no big deal.

- I literally have no idea

what you're talking about.

- Your choice. Just let me know.

It's up to you.

(dramatic music)

(breathing heavily)

- You think they'll make fun of her

if she brings a peanut butter sandwich for lunch?

- Allergies.

You don't want her to kill a kid, first day.

- Shit, you're right.

It's all she eats.

Hey, I talked to Kelly today.

I think she found a space.

- Space?

Space for what?

- Yoga studio.

- A yoga studio?

- I told you we were thinking about it.

- What about catering?

- Oh come on, I'm busting my ass and barely breaking even.

Yoga studio, you sell DVDs, Indian Chant music.

- Oh...

- Dad?

- Hey.

- It's not funny!

- No, of course not.

Ties are serious business.

Turn around.

Lift up your hair.

Alright. You nervous?

No?

You, are a Lahane.

Remember that. Lahanes are winners.

(cellphone ringing)

- BK, 703, 7932.

(files thudding)

Uh, uh, I couldn't decide where to file this.

C for Chocolate, uh, G for Ghirardelli,

maybe A for Apology?

I was gonna make you look something up for me,

you'd find it, you'd be charmed.

- You don't have to apologize.

- Jules?

We're gonna make it work in here, okay?

I really am.

I'll give it the ol' college try.

Look, I even brought a cartoon.

(clicking keyboard)

(laughter)

(indistinct chatter)

- At Stanton, we encourage you to be innovative and persistent.

We encourage integrity.

- And strong personal values.

- Shouldn't you have uh,

read the brochure before you got here?

- It's not a brochure, it's a map.

- Oh, how cute! She's reading the map!

So, what school are you coming from?

- Brimwood.

- Oh, Brimwood. Isn't that, like, downtown?

- Yup, Downtown Bangerville.

- Yeah, bangers and sluts.

I think I'll fit right in.

- I think I like her.

- Can you please just tell me where the gym is?

- Yeah, and we'll walk you.

Come on. What's your name?

- Caitlin.

- Well, welcome to Skankton.

- Six months old.

Big steel guy, he got downsized.

He's alright, I found him an Audi S4.

- Yeah, I don't know.

- Just try it. There he is.

Good to see you, Patrick.

You're a car guy, come over here and take a look at this.

- Yeah, what do you think?

Just a hundred bucks more a month.

- Yeah, well, pretty tempting.

- I figure my Prius buys a little room

on the planet for a few of these.

- How is that thing? Has it got any pick-up?

- You know what's great?

There's a screen on the dashboard,

tells you what the engine's doing,

how much battery you got left.

- That's not what I asked you.

- You're right.

Pick-up's for shit. But that's not the point.

We're driving these things for our kids.

For our kids' kids.

Seriously, if you got a few bucks laying around,

you oughta grab one.

- A few bucks? You haven't met Patrick's wife.

- I haven't had the pleasure,

but I've been out to your house.

You're building a pool.

Have fun.

- What are you doing, Frank?

- Come here, I want to show you something.

(dramatic music)

Your dad's gonna look great in that car.

Cream leather interior, Bose sound system,

all the bells and whistles.

- You set me up?

- So, I figure, why not?

It's your dad, he's 60, if not now, when?

(tense electro music)

(slow country music)

- Hey, sweetheart. Can I get another one here?

- Wanna run a tab?

- Yeah.

(door opening)

Hey.

- Middle of the day?

Me, I'd understand, but you?

- Rough day.

- Yeah, I guess so, huh?

All that moving and shaking

and hustling up the ladder.

You gotta be careful, you know?

You want that promotion,

can't get caught drinking at 3 o'clock.

- What are you talking about?

- You could've just told me, you know?

I would've done anything.

I would've moved myself to Vice, or Robbery,

or the goddamn Easter Parade

if it really would've made a difference to you.

But to stick me in IA,

without telling me,

and I have to go and read it

- in my own personnel file. - Jamie...

- There it was, bold print. Approved by Chief Howland

at the request of Patrick Lahane.

- You were out of control!

- Yeah?

- Come on, Jamie.

You can do good things from there,

you can move up.

- Yeah. 'Cause that's what I want,

is to move up in the shithole force,

so I can screw over my best friend

with one phone call.

Thanks, Cuz. You're gonna do great!

(tap running)

- Hey. - Hey.

Oh, maybe we should get some groceries.

- You want home cooking, go home!

- I wish. Where'd you get to last night?

- I didn't get to anywhere.

I went out back for about 30 seconds.

You know, there were Northern Lights last night?

- You do your notes?

- Uh, yeah.

- You get all this from the bartender?

- I told ya, he loves me.

- We'll look at it tomorrow.

(knocking on door)

It's Marvin, gimme a minute.

- Gavrilovich.

- What?

- Gavrilovich, my Russian guy.

(door unlocks)

I got him to... (door slams)

I got him to call Cal,

he vouched for your imaginary guns,

now I gotta work for him for free for two months.

(sigh)

(chuckles)

(clears throat)

- Hey, what kind of guns did he buy?

- He didn't buy any guns.

- In the story, Marvin.

- Oh, I got uh, two guns.

A Glock and a Taurus Raging Bull.

- Marvin.

- What? I thought it sounded cool.

- Hey, hey, hey.

- Hey, hey. T!

- T, you know that guy? - What?

- Nope. What, he one of yours?

- Are we done?

- Yeah, yeah. We're done, we're done.

- Keep me posted.

- Hey, hey, hey.

- Your timing is for shit.

(chuckles)

I have a phone, you know.

- Yeah, you ever answer it?

- Yeah, when I can talk.

Are you trying to get me killed?

Come on.

- Hey, uh--

Well, let's go for a drive, okay?

Head down to Buffalo, or, better yet,

Niagara Falls, and play a little blackjack.

You can call in sick,

and we'll be, we'll be back in by tomorrow night.

- I'm in the middle of a deal here, okay?

You showing up reminds me that I'm me.

I gotta concentrate, I'm still in play.

- You've been in play for six months, man!

It's, it's one night. Come on!

- What the hell's wrong with you?

- It's this whole thing.

Did you know I was transferred to IA?

- Yeah, 'cause Coyle's a dick, don't worry about it.

- No. It's Patrick.

He's the one, he called the Chief,

he's had to... had me transferred.

- Well, what did you expect?

- What?

- What did you expect?

Come on, after Sabiri? You crash your car,

you got a little habit.

You're lucky you're family,

anybody else would've suspended you.

Look, it doesn't matter where Patrick put you,

he put you where he put you, you're there.

What are you gonna do about it?

- What am I gonna do?

I can leave anytime I wanna leave.

(train horn)

- What the hell did we become cops for, anyway?

- I forget.

- Well, I don't think it was to stand around in parking lots,

freezing our asses off, drinking that shit.

Go home.

- Oh, come on.

- I'll turn my phone on tomorrow.

- You should've seen your dad

driving away in that car.

Smile so big, I thought his face was gonna crack.

- I can't do it, Frank.

- Can't do it, or...

can't stomach it?

- I can't get Tony Maggi out of jail.

It's impossible.

- Okay.

How about Eduardo?

I was only asking.

- What?

It's a, it's a yearbook, huh?

Your guys, drinking coffee,

parallel parking, what about it?

- Anybody ring a bell?

- Well, they all ring a bell, Frank.

- I know all these guys. - No special.

To you, as a cop.

Come on, don't you think I know I got a rat somewhere,

chitchatting, and...

talking to somebody at 61 Division?

- Yeah, okay, but Frank--

- Oh, we're not animals here.

It's just...

it's helpful to know who's talking.

(suspenseful music)

Paul Franco? No way, no.

I've been pals with this guy

since we were in grammar school,

he's Vinny's godfather.

- It's not Franco.

- Marvin?

Patrick? Yes or no?

- I got this guy in play, Frank.

This is serious. I am serious,

you can't touch him right now.

(clears throat)

- You have my word.

(birds chirping)

Where's the salt? The good salt,

French stuff.

Yeah.

- So what, you want me to take care of him?

- Not you.

And definitely not yet.

- You think maybe Marvin gave up Leroy?

- You still harbouring the illusion

that your friend Leroy was hijacked?

Vinny, the kid's a thief.

I don't care what kind of bullshit story he spun you.

- Dad, you don't--

- Believe me.

You better hope I never chase down his lying, skinny ass.

- Don't worry, he knows.

- As regarding Marvin,

he's a two-faced wonder dog.

I'll tell you when we're ready.

And no talking out of school.

(kids playing)

(backhoe revving)

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa!

I thought we'd been through this.

- Hey, we're here to do the job.

Be done in a day or two.

Let's go! Again!

(laughter)

(backup beep)

(rock music)

(doorbell)

- Turning it down, okay!

(doorbell)

Jesus.

(doorbell)

Okay! Okay!

(door opening)

- Hey.

- Hey.

- I hate being sick.

I absolutely hate it!

I don't want anyone to see me.

But then I'm lying there, just wishing that...

where are your spoons?

(cutlery clanking)

Ah. Okay.

I'm lying there, just wishing that somebody would come over,

and put a bowl of noodles in front of me,

and then quietly leave.

So, how are you feeling?

- Mmm.

- You're not sick, are you?

- I had a scratchy throat this morning

when I woke up.

I called it in, I needed a day, okay?

- Why?

'Cause you found out that your cousin got you transferred?

(laughter)

I'm not an idiot, Jamie. C for Chocolate, my ass!

- Hmm. Well, you said it yourself.

No secret's a good secret, right?

- Fine. Okay, so, suck it up.

So you work IA for a year, big deal.

It'll give you a chance to clean up your act.

- My act is fine, okay?

Look at me, right here!

Sucking it up.

It doesn't mean I have to like it.

- You know what, Jamie.

I don't care if you had a mother,

or a cousin,

or who your uncle is.

What I care about is having a partner who backs me up.

This is a hard job,

this is the hardest goddamn job.

We're responsible for bringing down other cops,

and I can't sit around with some jerkoff

who thinks that it doesn't matter.

- How do you do it?

- I-I said it already, it's my job, okay?

- Hmmm.

Thanks for the soup, that was sweet, it was.

- You know what?

Go to hell.

- Hey, hey. Hey!

Let me take, let me take you for a drink.

- No!

- You know, just a drink.

- I want to go to the movies.

- Okay, fine.

- And nothing with cops, okay?

- My date, your choice.

- Okay, good.

Um, you know what? I...

I think I'm gonna take a raincheck on that one.

I'll see you on Monday.

(door opening)

(door closing)

- Hey, what's this?

Who the hell are they? I don't like surprises.

- Me either. That's why they're here.

(lighter clicking)

- Alright, you get five now, five when I get the meth.

- How long you been working for the Russians?

What's his name again? Gabrinko, Gavrinky.

- Gavrilovich.

It's none of your goddamn business, Cal.

- Relax.

- Don't tell me to relax! I don't like the questions.

What the hell are their names?

- Guns are good, man.

- Okay.

We'll get these appraised and pay you nice.

- Fine. Tomorrow.

- Nah. We got,

we got bingo tomorrow night.

How about tonight?

- Better.

- They said they'll be done in a few days.

I think blue is best, huh?

They say black makes it look like a pond,

more natural, but...

- Black hole. Why not?

- Are you saying you wanna go with black, then?

- No, I'm saying I don't give a shit.

- Okay, I'm outta here.

- Oh my God! Look at you!

(cellphone ringing)

- Mom, it's a party.

- I know, that's what I'm saying,

you look great.

(clears throat) - Thank you.

- Yeah.

- Midnight, okay?

- Okay.

- Tonight?

T, there's no way.

No, I got the warrants,

but I got nothing lined up for backup.

Shit. Okay, okay, okay.

Give me 20 minutes, I'll call you back.

I gotta go.

- Just, just pick a colour first.

- No, tomorrow, alright?

- No. It's always tomorrow, okay?

Come on, I wanna know tonight.

Indigo, sapphire, royal,

there are a million different shades here.

- I don't care.

- Don't. okay?

Look, I am trying to find a way through this.

- Through what?

- This is miserable. - Oh...

- Patrick, I am miserable!

- You know what? You don't want to be a caterer, fine.

Open a yoga studio, good luck!

- What? - Jesus Christ.

What do you want?

You wanted Caitlin to go to private school? Done.

You wanted the swimming pool finished? Done.

- I want you. Okay? I just...

I want you, or something--

- Or something?

- Stop it!

- We get one life, Diana.

You can't have everything.

- No shit!

(suspenseful music)

(sobbing)

- Oh my God, I'm so glad it's you!

Come on in! I hear a knock on the door,

and I totally get the willies.

Like, it's usually like, my mom,

all pissed off at me, or like, Rosa, the cleaning lady,

like coming to vacuum my ears off or something.

But tonight, all the knocks are good.

Oh, wait till you see what Lexi's brother brought us!

- Warrants are all signed.

We got 16 guys at the 61, geared up and ready to roll

on the other arrests. We got a meet time yet?

- Yeah, eleven, he just called.

- Shit.

- I know, two hours.

Look, get surveillance there, get them set up.

- Yeah, if they stick wings up their asses and fly?

- Like, what am I supposed to do?

- Set it up at The Bluffs.

(sighs)

- Just do it! Alright?

We've already got the cameras there.

- Shit, Patrick!

- Look, it's gonna be fine.

And after the bust goes down,

make sure you take those guns with you,

get rid of 'em, alright?

- Yeah.

- T, it's gonna work. Okay?

- Okay.

- Break a leg.

- Thanks.

(dramatic music)

(doorbell)

- You have a minute?

- Yeah.

(hip hop music)

- What have I been doing right now,

have I not been listening to you?

Look, it's simple, alright?

We wait it out,

then we pick up Rosati, and then we--

And then we get his truck. Alright?

- It's very simple. - Vinny.

- What's up, Vinny? How you doing, bro?

- Vincent, man.

(cellphone ringing)

- I gotta take this.

- Uh-oh, boyfriend calls!

- Hey buddy, nice moving that thing, man.

Say hi to your mother for me!

- Don't touch me! I'm serious.

- You guys talking business in front of Marvin?

- Yeah well, you know, it's Marvin.

The guy's practically retarded, right?

Whoa, whoa, Vincent. What? What's wrong?

- Marvin's a goddamn rat.

- No, I need it all right now.

No, no, there's no time for that.

(knocking on door) Listen... Hang on a second.

- So, Waterman signed 13 warrants, huh?

- Yeah.

- All these arrests are a slam dunk?

- Who called you?

- Chief. He's pretty excited.

Ooh, Cal Crowe, the main course, huh?

Nice. Uh, if you need anything, I'll be in the truck.

- Hey, Gary. - Yeah.

- New suit?

- Yeah. You like it?

- Yeah. You look great.

- Thanks.

- Yeah, you there?

- Okay. We gonna do this, or what?

- Yeah. - What?

- Crystal, yo!

Only done it once, but holy shit!

- Crystal meth?

- Yeah.

Oh, I know you've seen the health class pictures,

with like, little hags with their brown teeth

falling out all over the place.

It's total propaganda, Cay.

Seriously, you'd have to be doing this like every day.

Drink up.

Okay. Come on, Bitchkova, let's do this!

- Shit, my mom. I gotta call her back.

- Okay. - Alright.

(dialing numbers)

(cellphone ringing)

- Oh, you guys and those goddamn phones.

(click)

What is wrong with me, Jamie?

Maybe I'm crazy, you know,

maybe this is just what it's like for crazy people,

you know? I turn into some...

crazy bitch I don't even recognize.

- You're not a bitch.

- He's the same guy, he's the same good guy just,

just trying to get along.

- He's not the same, he's not the same.

- You're a good cop.

- Actually, I'm not.

- Yes, you are.

(kiss)

(cellphone ringing)

(heavy breathing)

(music playing downstairs)

- Jamie, it's me.

Can you, can you call me back when you get this?

Thanks, bye.

(passionate kissing)

- Here he comes.

- Alright, this is our night.

So everybody, listen up.

Matt, I'm gonna be on the radio with D.R.U.

Ashley, I want you in your car,

back entrance to the bar,

covering all the officers inside, alright?

- Got it. - Be safe.

Give me a radio. Move over.

(police radio chatter)

(laughter)

- Oh my God!

(giggling)

- Go, now, go, - Okay!

(laughter)

Oh God!

I know this sounds so queer,

but I totally love Kelly Clarkson!

(laughter)

- I think her music's crap.

- Hey!

- She's the only American Idol

that's actually gone anywhere.

- It's true. I mean, I think "Since You've Been Gone"

is actually really good.

(laughter)

- No!

- I guess we should go to the party, yeah?

- Oh, honey! Honey, honey!

Don't worry about it, okay? We're right here with you!

- Promise?

- I promise. Right?

- Yeah!

- Totally! - I just don't...

- Don't wanna freak out, you know.

New girl totally loses it.

- Oh, don't worry, we've got your back.

- Okay. - Okay.

(lighter sparking)

- There you go!

(laughter)

- Isn't it great?

(70s rock music)

(knocking on door)

- Okay, buddy.

Hard rain is gonna fall.

Alright, guys, we're almost ready to roll.

Go on my cue.

- So, what'd you get?

(police radio)

- Looks good.

- Alright. Let's see this bag of hammers.

- That's it. Go, go, go, go, go!

(slow rock music)

(yelling)

- Up against the wall!

- Police! Hands in the air!

- Get on the ground! Now! Now! Now!

- Piece of shit.

- Got him. - Yeah!

(laughter) - Yeah, good job.

(handcuffs clicking)

(police sirens)

(dramatic music)

(laughter)

- Good job. Good job! That's good.

- We got a nice big bag of dope.

(cellphone ringing)

- Hey.

- T! It's a good job.

It's a great job! You know what,

I'm taking you to Dooley's!

- Yeah, alright. I'll see you there in about an hour,

I got some stuff to settle.

- Hey, just remember that bag, okay?

- I'll see you in an hour.

(background chatter)

- Excellent work, gentlemen.

- Hey, the Globe and Mail's so hot and bothered about meth?

Well, so are the police.

So they can put this in their pipe and smoke it!

(laughter)

Come on, guys. Let's go get famous.

- You got that place you can go to, right?

- What place?

- Well, your mom's place.

What is it, Burlington? Barrie?

- Oh no, Southampton, the cottage.

- Yeah. September, it'll be nice.

Leaves are turning.

- Leaves don't change until October.

- Marvin, it's time to go.

- Wow.

You shutting down The Bluffs?

- It's already done.

Thanks.

- You're welcome.

(folk music)

- Hey, hey, hey! Marvin! - Marvin!

- Why don't you get in the car?

- No, I'm good, I got my taxi, it's parked out front.

- How about it, we give you a ride home?

- No, I got my taxi. It's parked up the street.

- Hey! Hey, get your hands off of him!

- Hey, who?

- Hey!

(gunshot)

- Ah! Fuck!

(grunts)

- Oh no!

(grunting)

- What the? Who the hell is that?

- I don't know!

- Duce. Duce, get the gun.

- The veins on this leaf could be the story of someone's life.

- My life?

- Or mine.

One could press it in a book,

or they could throw it away.

I mean, it's a map, right? It's...

- Get in.

- It's soil, and it's wind.

And, it's what you do with the map when you find it.

It's all how you look at it.

Leaf,

stem,

little branch,

bigger branch.

- This is justice.

- Tree.

(gentle melancholic music)

(lips gently smacking)

(panting)

- Right.

- One map.

Two different directions.

It's amazing.

- Yeah.

- Turn one way, and you're looking at the stars.

Roll over, and you're looking at dirt.

- This investigation has been going on

for quite some time now,

and we're proud to announce

that we have made a significant bust.

- It's like, either way,

something is ending.

And something else is beginning.

(♪♪)

Subtitling: difuze