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You ever think about what you want to be?

What do you mean?

I don't know, like later, when you're older.

Like a firefighter or a doctor or some crap like that?

Yeah.

Football.

Yeah, I'll play football.

For the Raiders.

What about you?

I don't care.

I just don't want us to be here.

Not anymore.

Come on.

Whatever happens, I'm always going

to look after you, no matter what.

Always?

Always.

Fuck you.

Decent.

Good.

Yeah.

You?

I'm doing all right.

It looks like you're doing pretty well.

Nah.

Could do better.

You got any family?

No.

You?

Sons.

Three of them.

Hang-ups aren't the intention.

Not on my part.

You know that.

We got company.

No, no, no.

It's good.

Sit down.

No, it's going to be good.

It's OK.

Sit down.

I said sit down.

Take this drink.

It'll be OK.

Who the fuck are you?

You're going to fucking bring us our sister.

Hey, hey.

Hey, can you hear me?

Look at me.

You come into my house, kill my men,

threaten my family.

Your sister, she was a fighter.

Every inch of her.

Over there.

You're going away, fucker.

You're going, too, you motherfuckers.

Are you a loyal man?

Good.

Show me.

Vamos.

You gotta stop with this vegan shit.

You know how many places I had to stop by to find that?

Well, you're three weeks out from La Playa, amigo,

so I'm doing you a favor.

Speaking of.

What the hell are we doing here?

We're supposed to be off putting work, not taking on new cases.

Cindy Cruz is our Jane.

Was.

Oh, shit.

Cindy?

Ali's girl?

The question is, what is she doing here?

Unprotected.

She's basically Santiago's family.

They wouldn't take a piss without bringing their army

with it.

Oy, cabron.

Don't waste my AC.

Close the door.

You were too busy to say this earlier,

but it's kind of nice having your own [NON-ENGLISH].

You know what the fuck I mean.

No, you never left.

So how's it feel being out?

Fuck you.

We gotta talk about it.

Football.

Fuck you think?

Last night, cabron.

You know, this shit's not going to be as easy as we thought.

She's a problem.

How can you possibly know that?

You don't get to say shit and have it be true.

I don't know.

But we get cops breathing on our ass.

Shit's already going sideways.

What I'm saying is, you've been through hell.

You'd rush this shit again.

It'll all be over before we even start.

You understand what I'm saying?

Don't-- Now you're walking.

Hear me out.

I just need to know that there's a plan.

A real fucking plan.

One with numbers, lines, and shit.

I'm here.

I'm in here.

I just got to make sure that you thought this through.

Really fucking thought this through.

This isn't a game.

Look at your face.

Look at what they did to you.

All right.

All right, I get it.

I just--

Hey, sir.

How's it going?

You hear about that thing in the alley?

That you?

Want anything?

Scrub through that.

See if you see anything.

I'll cover your coffee, but I'm going to need you to move on.

I can't have you seen here.

OK.

That's our guy.

Airdropping now.

When he's done kissing the ring,

he should be landing at Emma's for tonight.

It's nice to see you, no?

All right.

We got Emma's house, club.

Are we shooting the gap?

You do know she can cause a struggle.

Like the old days, huh?

Draw me.

Come on, pull.

Does it look like I'm fucking around?

Pull.

Fucking pussy.

Yep.

Yeah, fuck you too.

Come on.

Again.

Shit.

Come on.

Load it.

Load it.

Good.

Again.

Reload.

The old days.

Dad.

The draft is for the pigs.

You're disappointing.

Find him.

Go and check with his posse.

See what they were last night.

Make sure you didn't fuck with the wrong people.

Hey, make sure Dad don't kill this chick.

I don't wanna clean up after this shit.

No reason to be up here.

Hear it?

You're safe now.

No.

That's what you want to hear, right?

It's OK.

I can help.

But how do you know you have it?

Please, please.

I had no idea.

Used to work for us, huh?

I mean, me.

Actually, I remember.

I remember you.

And then my son rescued you, didn't he?

On his own.

Took care of you.

Please.

I had no idea.

I don't know anything.

You have to believe me.

I don't know anything.

You remember.

And if you share one breath of this,

I will tell you inside out myself.

Pendeja.

We have a time of death, 12:00 to 12:45.

Tesla photo stamps 12:37.

All right, Face ID with the boys, nothing.

I just don't get the why.

It's a rough life, V. I mean, people in these circles,

you don't get with the Santiago's

without knowing the risk.

You're telling me she had no protection at all?

That's the part that doesn't make sense to me.

I just-- we had no signs of her, no casings, not another body.

She didn't give out like that.

What about wrong place, wrong time?

Our PY saw the opportunity and took it.

I mean, again, there's still no sign of rape.

She had her phone and her jewelry on her.

What about Alan?

I've seen stranger.

These guys, they beat their girls,

but they don't execute them.

Usually.

I think all of these answers come from one guy,

and one guy only.

He's half of it.

And Alan's the other half.

I think it's time we pay him a visit.

1 o'clock on a Wednesday.

My usual time to hit the titty bar.

Shit.

I don't know where he is, man, I

swear, Dude, I don't know shit, man.

I ain't shit.

Stop.

You running away from me

So automatic

Can't wait, waiting for you

I don't know anything, man.

I swear to God.

Stop it.

I don't know anything.

Just stop hurting me.

I don't know where he is.

I don't-- I don't fucking know where he is.

What did I fucking do?

I'm sick of it here.

The driver.

Fucking shit.

This was calculated, Flaco.

Planned and brought.

Someone talked to someone who called.

The corner of Fifth and Willard, please.

That's Lucas' spot.

Flaco, the position you and your brother share,

people would kill for.

And I killed to give it to you.

Bloodshed runs thin on the face of ambition.

And if he is involved?

He's your brother.

Hey.

You're my son.

Where are you taking us?

It seems like we should have made a turn a while ago.

What the fuck?

I always wondered what kind of man

you are when the spotlight went on.

Turns out you're just a scared old dog.

You think you're a man now?

You taught your sons how to make pain.

Now you teach them to endure.

Maybe.

Hey, hey.

OK.

Let's see what kind of lies bleed from the eyes of a king.

Look at him, Steven.

Look at him.

Your hero.

Your legacy.

Poor baby.

Ms. Logan?

If you know that about me, you know I've got nothing to say.

I just have a few questions.

Questions.

You trying to get fucked?

People here don't talk to cops, especially not me.

It's about Cindy.

You two were friends, right?

Pretty close?

Is that a crime I have nothing to say to you.

You know, it's not my first time being back here.

Was it that shit?

No, it's not that.

I used to be a social worker.

Worked in foster unit for a long, long time.

Isn't that nice?

No, it wasn't.

Why did you quit?

Spend so much time picking up the pieces,

you just want to find out who's breaking glass.

Cindy and I were friends.

Cindy was a rat.

No.

I was helping her out, trying to help her.

I just want to know if you know anything

that happened that night that she died,

or if she said something the last time--

No.

I don't know what she did.

Yeah, we were friends, OK?

It's obvious.

She helped girls like me.

We've seen a lot of shit together.

Like that night?

I was working.

Not here.

Listen, I haven't heard shit.

And I really wish that I could help you,

but you got to get the fuck out of here.

Been walking it back?

What did I miss?

This is my partner, Detective Combs.

Nice to meet you.

Diamond?

You know, we had a really nice conversation,

but I think it's time for you guys to go.

He's just here to help, like me.

Do you know if Cindy ran with anyone specific,

or who she wanted to hang out with?

John Michael or Alan.

John Michael?

6 foot 5, white guy, worked with Santiago.

You can't miss him.

He was always the muscle for her.

When they got her, I was expecting

to see his body right next to her.

Did she see anybody else?

Anybody suspicious?

Maybe with some--

He just wants to know who did this.

That's all we care about.

Different people care about different things, Detective.

Right now, all I care about is this John Michael person.

Is he somebody who knows something?

Have you ever been to Ferdinand's, the gym?

I know it.

You might want to check it out.

There's a fight tonight.

You might see something you'd like.

You know, it's funny.

When you first showed up here, I thought

you were here about Steven.

Steven?

Looking for a fight?

I'm just looking.

Maybe both.

Damn, bro, you look sexy.

Eww.

I swear to God.

Hey, you guys seen John Michael.

What?

I mean, honestly.

John Michael, have you seen him around?

No, I haven't.

Seriously, you need water.

Let's get out of here.

Hello, young lady.

You know, you remind me of my daughter.

You doing OK back here?

What's he doing?

Hey, pal.

Hey, what?

They're still here.

Break up, break up, break up.

Cops?

So we're killing cops now?

What the fuck were you thinking?

Hey.

There's a hell of a long road between making us and shooting

at them.

You told me you had a plan.

You told me you thought this through.

It's not what the fuck I'm saying, man.

Fuck you.

I want you to think.

What's the point of doing all this

if the cops got you on the ground the second it's all over?

I don't want that, and she sure as hell

doesn't want that either.

We want you to live a life.

Why are you crying?

You don't fear death.

I don't know what all this is about.

All this.

Your girl?

Huh?

That girl?

Your sister Sophia?

You misplace your rage.

Huh?

You think you're angry at me, but you're not, no.

You're angry at the way things are,

the way they've always been.

What?

You thinks she's the first one to trade her body for a needle?

Quid pro quo.

This for that.

Transactional and personal, fair.

Not just on my business, but on everybody.

You understand.

If anything, my work helped give her freedom for her destiny.

We should have talked.

You had to come shoot up the place, huh?

But it's not too late.

We can make arrangements.

That's it.

Tell me how I can make you whole, huh?

Tell me-- tell me I can help you, huh?

Tell me-- tell me how I can fix this.

Answer me.

I don't-- I don't fucking care.

Listen to me.

I don't care if you have to turn the city upside down.

Find my brothers.

Do you understand me?

Ouch.

So you're the motherfucker that took my brothers.

Where the fuck are they?

You have no idea who you're--

wait.

Wait, wait, wait.

I know you.

Fuck.

I fucking killed you.

Stupid motherfucker.

Get that shit, motherfucker.

Get that shit.

Hey, you know it's the weekend, right?

OK, tell me we got it.

Oh, we got it.

Your thought on the scars was money.

We cleared those up and got a match almost immediately.

Travis Holloway, now 34.

He's bad news, Velez.

Oh my, I could kiss you.

Velez, you know I'm happily married to my job.

It could never work between us.

Do we have any associates or addresses for this guy?

How do we find him?

That's the thing, he just got out.

Out?

He was locked up?

No, he got picked up three years ago from a nasty seen.

Some guys were roughing him up bad.

It's not exactly a crime to get tortured.

He's been in a state ICU and St. Mary's until about--

St. Mary's, that's a psychiatric hospital.

That's not right.

Told you, Velez, this guy is bad news.

I'll send over everything I got, OK?

You take care of yourself.

I'll save that kiss for a rainy day.

OK.

That's disgusting.

Steven.

Fuck.

Fuck you.

Fuck it.

Fuck you, cabron.

Fuck.

Fuck yeah.

Fuck.

Fuck yeah.

Fuck.

Thank you.

Copy that.

89 White Oak Drive.

So what do you mean?

Three years ago, when they picked up Travis from the club,

he wasn't the only one that got hurt.

They pulled a body up that night.

The body, it was his foster brother, Stephano.

So what?

Now we're supposed to feel bad for this asshole?

No, I don't know.

I just-- Travis, his targets, his choices, his recklessness.

I think the Santiagos broke more than just bones that night.

I think the war for Travis is between perception and reality.

Don't forget, this nutjob killed Cindy.

I'm going to drop him.

Don't.

David, fuck.

David?

I told you, I worked undercover with these guys.

Why would you use your-- hey, hey, hey, hey.

Wait, wait, wait.

Travis.

Don't waste your breath, Detective.

It's fucking worthless.

Look at me.

I know you can hear me.

What the fuck are they saying?

V.

Shoot this fucker.

Are you dumb?

Why did you kill her?

Cindy.

The girl in Morton's Alley that night.

What did you do?

You mean that rat bitch, Cindy?

Easy, easy.

No.

I told you, it's done.

Loyalty is everything.

Loyalty is everything.

You know we have to take him in.

Do you understand that?

I read the report.

I know what he did.

Come on, V.

To your brother.

Velez.

Look, look.

Remember?

Look.

Santiago, shut the fuck up.

Holmes.

Someone look familiar?

Loyalty is everything.

It must be, loyalty.