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(graphic whooshing)

(lion roars)

(lion roars)

(bright dramatic music)

(gentle enthralling music)

(Michael inhaling)

(ominous music)

(Michael thuds)

(ominous music continues)

- Michael. Jesus, Michael.

Are you all right?

- What you got there, boy?

- Benny, Benny, I'm totally clean, I swear.

I'm totally clean, Benny. I wasn't doing anything.

(Benny kicks)

I'm totally clean, all right?

He, he looks really bad.

Man, we should get him to a doctor or something.

- You know the rules.

You're supposed to sell it, not smoke it.

- Yeah, but... - But what?

You supposed to be here?

- I was supposed to go find him.

- Well, you found him.

Get your little butt back on the street

or you're in the pit!

(trash clatters)

(tense ominous music)

(car doors thud)

Take this fuck to Madison House. He's dead.

(tense ominous music continues)

(car doors thud)

(car engine revving)

(tense ominous music continues)

- All right, he's got an address,

he's got proof of being disabled,

and there's record of his birth at the hospital.

You just have to call and verify.

- He needs the birth certificate.

- He doesn't have $6 to buy the birth certificate.

- That's not my problem.

- Don't be an asshole. Please just call and verify.

- I'm sorry, I can't.

- If you don't, I'm gonna approve it myself.

- Yeah, you try it.

- Watch this.

(stamp thumping)

- I don't believe you did that.

- Believe it.

All right, Mr Simms, we are outta here.

- I'm reporting you to Donaldson.

- His extension's 352.

(indistinct chatter)

- How'd it go, Scott? - I don't know, Ed.

For once I would love to be able to solve a problem

without this goddamn paperwork.

- Man, you'd better get on it.

There's a review coming up.

- Maybe you should tell somebody who gives a shit.

- That's the kind of attitude

that's gonna catapult you right to the top.

- I gotta get out of here.

Look, I'm gonna do some field work, all right?

- I'll cover for you like I usually do.

- There you go. - Thanks.

(car engine revving)

(car door clicks)

(car door thuds)

(door lock clicks)

- [Speaker 1] Beat it!

- [Speaker 2] Hold it, man!

- Help! Help! - Hold it!

- Got it! - Let go!

- [Speaker 1] Help!

He's got my briefcase!

- Hey!

Hey, that's it!

Come on, give it up!

Give me the case.

Give me the case, man. Come on.

(tense menacing music)

- [Speaker 2] Come on, man.

(footsteps receding)

(hip-hop music)

- Hey, Pedro. How you doing?

(hip-hop music continues)

(Scott knocks on the door)

(indistinct chatter on TV)

(door knob clicks)

- Hi! - Hi, Rachel.

- Scott, how you doing? - How are you?

- Good. I missed you.

- Yeah, I missed you too. What are you working on?

- Puzzle. Mom, Scott's here!

- So. - Hi.

- Finally, you come to see us.

- Well, it hasn't been that long.

Now come on. - It's been long.

- (kisses) How's your leg?

- You brought food. - Yeah.

- You could get fired for that.

- She always says that.

Hey, it looks like somebody's had

a pretty good summer this year, huh?

- It's nothing.

Tommy bought Mom a new dress for her birthday.

- Oh, yeah? Did he buy her the TV, too?

- It's nice, huh?

(remote button clicks)

- Where'd he find that kind of money?

- Says he found a wallet. - A wallet, huh?

What'd your mother say?

- She says she loves her new TV,

and she looks wonderful in her new dress.

- Where is he? - He's sleeping.

- Sleeping?

It's two in the afternoon. What's he sleeping for?

(shoe thuds)

Hey, Tommy, what are you doing?

Tommy.

- Scott. Where've you been?

- Hey, I thought you were my pal.

- I am your pal, but I'm sleeping.

- Well, get up. I wanna see you.

- Oh, come on. Look, I gotta finish this dream.

- What are you dreaming?

- I'm dreaming I'm sleeping.

- (chuckles) Well, I got lunch out there for you,

so get up, okay?

Come on, get up. Get up.

(switch clicks)

- Oh, Scott!

Turn that thing off!

- Rachel, there was a pack of cigarettes in this. Thanks.

You know I can't have that.

- About time you got up.

Hey, my show.

- All right, sleepyhead. You are up.

- [Mom] She won the car!

- Junk.

(upbeat music playing on TV)

- Must've been up pretty late last night.

- I don't know.

- Hey, Tom, how's about you and me going down

to the center tomorrow and shooting some hoops?

- No. I got other things to do.

- Oh, come on, Tom.

Just you and me, like old times.

Say yes.

(Tom chuckles)

Come on.

Say yes. - Fine.

(sirens wailing in distance)

- You wearing some very nice clothes these days.

- So you like 'em?

- Yeah.

Wish I could afford to dress that way.

Where'd you get the money?

How long you had that tattoo, Tom?

- Yeah, it's awesome, huh?

(Tom grunts)

- It's all right.

When you're an old man, though,

you gotta wear long-sleeved shirts.

- Yeah, well, I'm gonna be a rich old man.

And when you're rich, nobody cares about tattoos.

- Is that right?

(duck quacking)

You remember when I told you I had a drinking problem?

And what happened to my kid?

I felt responsible for his death and everything?

- Yeah, I really felt bad about that.

- No, I know, I know you did.

That was really, really difficult for me to tell you.

And not many people know about it.

But I did tell you because I trust you.

You're my friend.

(glass shatters) Bingo! All right!

(Tom grunts)

I never bullshit you, so don't bullshit me.

Now, where'd you get that money?

- I found a wallet, okay?

- Look, Tom, I know. I know it's hard for you, okay?

It's hard for you 'cause you don't have the things you want,

you don't have the things you need, okay?

But there's different ways of getting it, man.

(Scott sighs)

I just don't want you to be tempted

to do it the wrong way, that's all.

You are so smart.

And I don't know if there's anyone else

in this world I care about more than I do to you.

I just wanna see you do it the right way, that's all.

Let's go.

Oh, one more. Go ahead.

(glass shatters) Yes!

Come here.

I didn't break any rules.

The hospital's got his record.

- It doesn't give you the right

to call an hearing officer a horse's rear end.

- I didn't call him-

- And you were smoking in front of a client

in a designated nonsmoking area.

- I didn't call him a horse's rear end.

I called him an asshole.

- You got any other problems, Barnes?

- You're damn right I do.

I don't have enough time for the people I've got,

and now you've just doubled our caseload.

How the heck am I supposed to have time do my field work?

- You spend too much time in the field.

All you need with your case is in the files.

- Oh, bullshit.

- Listen, Barnes, you've been bucking the system

since you got here.

Now, you either get with the program,

or you're gonna find yourself out of a job.

- (scoffs) You'd like that, wouldn't you?

- Hmm, I wouldn't mind.

- You got a long wait coming to you

'cause I ain't going nowhere.

(door slams)

(utensils clatter)

- We're gonna have to buy some food.

The way you and your sister eat-

- All right, Mom. Okay?

I'll take care of it.

- Tommy, you got a little extra for me? I ran out. I...

(bike engine roaring in distance)

(indistinct whisper)

(bottles clink)

(both laugh silently)

(upbeat pop music)

- [Scott] The guy cares more about paperwork

than he does to people

and now the bastard wants to fire me.

- [Ed] You tell him to shove it,

and you get the hell out there.

- And do what, go back to advertising? Come on.

- Listen, you could still write your own ticket, man.

You could re-enter without touching down.

Everything you had, you'd get back in six months.

- I don't know.

I mean, I've been gone for four years.

I've been sober for four years.

I mean, that's good. - Yeah.

- But this? Come on, it's not me.

- (scoffs) What "this"?

Look, what do you get out of that job anyway?

- I feel like I'm helping people who need it.

That's bullshit. I don't feel I can help anybody.

I feel so fucking paralyzed.

- Listen, you gotta start helping yourself.

- I know.

- And you better start making money.

You're gonna wind up like one of your cases.

- I know that.

- Come on.

(Scott pats on the shoulder)

(gentle menacing music)

(gate squeaks)

(tense menacing music)

- You got only one thing to live for.

That is the program.

When you break the rules,

you hurt everybody.

Burn him!

(all whooping and yelling)

(all chanting)

- No, don't! Don't! Don't! Don't!

No! Hey! No!

- [Crowd] Burn him! Burn him!

Burn him! Burn him! Burn him! Burn him!

- Burn him! Burn him! Burn him!

(man cries of pain)

(man screaming)

(chanting and screaming continue)

(car engine revving)

(car doors click)

(car doors thud)

- I'll see you next week, okay?

- Yeah. - Be good.

- Okay.

- You wanna tell me something?

- If you were doing something,

like you're in a club or something

and wanted to quit, but were afraid to.

- [Scott] What kind of club?

- I don't know, just some guys.

- Well, Tommy, look, you know,

the only way to quit something is to just quit.

- Yeah, but what if they'd hurt you?

(Scott sighs)

- If anyone,

if anyone hurts you or even threatens to hurt you,

you let me know and I'll take care of it.

You understand me?

Just, you just talk to me.

You let me know.

You promise?

Say yes.

Say yes.

- Okay. Yes, all right?

- How bad are you?

- (chuckles) I'm really bad, all right?

- I said how bad are you? - I'm really bad, man.

- Come on, show me. - Oh, you want to? Okay.

- That's right.

Hey, Tom, there's your mother's over there.

- What?

(Tom grunts)

That's enough, that's enough.

You can let me down now. Hello!

- [Scott] You think you're too old

to be on my shoulder.

- God, man. Let me down.

- All right, Mrs Saunders, this is the deal,

if you want your daughter and the baby

to live in your house,

you're gonna have to get on a detox program immediately.

And I will escort you there.

And you, young lady, will cash your vouchers with me

and we will buy whatever the baby needs together.

You hear me? (phone ringing)

Barnes.

- Scott, listen, Tommy hasn't been home

for the past couple of nights and I'm getting worried.

- Did, did you call Pedro? - No.

- Well, Tommy spends,

Tommy spends a lot of time with Pedro.

- Just call Pedro's.

- Okay, okay.

What do I tell Mom?

- Well, tell your mother not to worry and to, to...

Hold on a second.

Wait a minute.

I'm not through with you.

Sit down.

I'll call you, I'll call you later, Rachel.

Don't worry about it.

Bye-bye.

If I find that one penny of the money from these funds

is used for crack and not the baby,

you will be disqualified from receiving any further funds,

and the baby will be taken away from you.

Is that clear?

(gentle pensive music)

- [Rachel] Hello.

- Rachel? Hi.

- [Rachel] Oh, Scott.

- Still no word, huh?

- [Rachel] No.

- Look, honey, I'm in for the night,

so when you hear from him, call me, okay?

- [Rachel] All right.

- Okay.

Bye-bye. - Bye.

(gentle pensive music)

(phone ringing)

- Yeah.

- [Rachel] Scott, I called the morgue.

- What?

- [Rachel] They said Tommy's dead.

- Don't assume anything. I'll be right there.

- How long was he missing? - A day and a night.

- How old was he? - 13.

- Did he have any distinguishing birthmarks?

- You, you are jumping to conclusions.

Why don't you back off?

- Was he into drugs?

- What the fuck's the matter with you guys?

- If you aren't ready for this, we can do it another time.

- Let me do this.

(door squeaks)

(sobbing) Oh. Mm-mm.

That's not him.

- [Doctor] You're lucky.

This boy died a horrible death.

- Call sergeant Palco at this number.

You should report your boy missing.

(Scott exhales)

- This tattoo, does that mean anything to you?

- I don't know what it is.

Must be popular though.

Third one this month.

- Really?

(door knob clicks)

It's not him, honey.

(gentle pensive music)

- Where is he?

(car horn honks)

(car horn honking) - Let's go, man.

- Pedro! - Come on!

- Hey, Pedro!

(card door thuds) Hey!

Pedro, I need to talk to you. Please, wait!

(gentle pensive music)

(car horn honks)

(gentle pensive music continues)

- Yo man, you want some suicide?

- What?

- Come on, how many rocks you want?

- No. I'm looking for a kid.

This is Tommy Burke. You seen him?

(tires squealing)

(tense percussion music)

(tires squeal)

(gun fires)

(gun firing)

(tires squeal)

(car engine revs)

- [Gunman] I told you to stay at your corner.

- Please.

(gun firing)

(car engine revving)

(doors slam, tires squeal)

- Well, I'm not gonna lie to you.

This kind of thing takes a back seat to major crime.

so unless you've got some hard evidence,

I mean something really substantial,

we gotta treat it like it's a runaway.

- It's not a runaway.

Look, I have evidence. There's a tattoo.

I saw it on the kid in the morgue last night

and I saw it on the kid who killed

that guy this afternoon in the streets.

It's the same fucking tattoo that, that Tommy's got.

- What kind of tattoo?

It's like, it's like initials

with all eastern shit going through it.

- YIP? - Yeah, that's it.

What is that?

- That's the Youth Incentive Program.

It's crack.

- No. No, no.

Tommy wouldn't be dealing crack. I know that.

- I hear you what you're saying,

but even if he is, I couldn't help you.

- If he's a runaway, that's not a priority.

And, and, and if he's into drugs, you can't help me?

Why did they send me to you?

- I don't know.

It's a matter for Narcotics.

- Well, look, you're retiring and it's evident and obvious

that you don't wanna do your job anymore,

So enjoy yourself.

Go do your gardening or whatever the hell it is.

- Hey, Barnes. Barnes!

Come here. - What?

- My retirement's got nothing to do with this.

The problem is, you don't listen.

You're in the wrong department.

You want help? I can get you help.

All right? - All right.

- Follow me.

- No, I'm, I'm convinced he's being held by this crack ring.

- I'll tell you what, Mr Barnes.

If, in the course of our investigation,

we find the boy you're looking for,

you'll be the first to know.

- Are you retiring, too?

- How do you know he's innocent?

- 'Cause I know the kid, okay?

For God's sake, he's only 13.

- Well, we've got 13-year-olds with shoe boxes

filled with more cash than I make in a year.

I know a 14-year-old with two Mercedes.

And he can't even drive.

Take, take some advice, all right?

Go home and stay home where it's safe.

Do some social work.

You saw it for yourself.

This crack gang, they're not nice.

They're killers.

If they've got him,

there's no way you're gonna get him out.

- All right, what would you do?

I mean, if it were your son, what would you do?

- My son wouldn't be out there.

- Then you're a very lucky man.

Thanks for the help.

Sorry I said what I did about you.

- Oh, that's okay. I don't like gardening anyway.

- What?

- What are you gonna do?

- Stay away from this operation.

The kid's probably dead, and I don't want that prick Barnes

anywhere near, you understand?

- Lieutenant, is something going down?

- I said it wasn't any of your business.

Am I going crazy here

or didn't I say stay the fuck away?

(door hinges creak)

- All right, everybody, wake your little asses up.

Move!

(indistinct chatter)

Hey, I'm talking to you. Wake the fuck up.

(gentle somber music)

You boys are here to learn a lesson.

Some of you were up and you fucked up.

Nobody quits.

You stay out of trouble, you get back on the streets.

Fuck up, and you go to the Madison House,

and I'll throw your ass in the pit.

(man pats on chest)

(door slams)

- Get me another beer.

(bottle thuds)

- Martha, that's not gonna help.

- Who in the hell are you to tell me what's gonna help?

Tommy's gone and you sit here having dinner?

What are you gonna do about it?

He's in trouble. You don't even care.

- How can you say that I don't care?

Tommy's like my own Kid.

- (laughs) Well, then God help us.

- Mom.

- I gotta go.

How dare you tell me that?

How can you say that I don't care about Tommy

when you, you, you were the one

that accepted his expensive gifts and his money?

And pretended like you didn't know what was going on.

And you, too.

And then you blame it on me. How dare you?

(door knob clicks)

(door thuds)

(gentle pensive music)

Tom!

Tom!

Hey, Tommy!

- I ain't Tommy. Get your hands off me, man!

Get off! - Go, man.

Let's get out of here. Come on.

(car door slams)

(gentle pensive music continues)

(tense ominous music)

(car engine revving)

(car door clicks, then thuds)

(car roof clangs)

(both laughing)

- Sucker!

(tense ominous music continues)

- How you doing, Justin? - Still standing, James.

- Do that.

(car engine revving)

(car engine revving)

(tense ominous music continues)

- Good evening, sir.

(car door thuds)

- Yes, sir. Thank you.

(light jazz music) (indistinct chatter)

- What can I get you, sir? - Club soda, please.

Thank you.

- Can I get you something to drink?

- She'll have an absolute Vodka on the rocks.

- Very good.

- What is a beautiful woman like you

doing all alone in a bar like this?

- I'm not alone, I'm with you.

- You used to be.

- Oh, that's right. How could I forget?

You were always drunk.

- Would you like another club soda?

- No, thank you.

- Now you're not? - Four years.

- Oh, Scott, I'm so proud of you.

- Me, too.

How the hell are you? - All right.

- It's good to see you. - Excuse me.

- Just back off, James.

Just tell Carlos I'll be right there, okay?

Look, I gotta go.

It was great seeing you.

It was fantastic- - No, no, no, no.

Please, please. I'd like to see you again.

- You really wanna see me again?

- I really wanna see you again.

- When?

- Tomorrow.

- All right. Here's my card.

Call me.

- Good seeing you, Jackie. - It's good seeing you, too.

(door squeaks)

(Scott sighs)

(bird calling) (wind whooshing)

(can clatters)

(tense ominous music)

(tense ominous music continues)

- Welcome to your new home.

(mellow jazz music)

- I thought of so many funny things last night.

- Like what?

- (chuckles) I flashed on

that first time in San Francisco, you know,

at the Travelodge? (chuckles)

You're a lot quieter than I remember.

- I'm sorry. I've just had a lot on my mind lately.

So what's it like being a hotshot lawyer?

- Oh, I'm not a hotshot.

- (chuckles) Well, what, what kind of cases do you work on?

- You know. A bit of this, a bit of that.

Let's change the subject, okay?

What I mean is, I haven't felt this good in a long time,

and I'd rather just be with you.

- To us.

(glasses clink) - To us.

(door knob clicks)

I'll be right back.

(door thuds)

(gentle piano music)

(gentle piano music continues)

(gun rattles)

- Oh, God.

No, no, no, no.

- What are you doing?

(drawer thuds)

What the fuck are you doing?

- I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd check out what you do.

- Bullshit.

- Who are you calling?

Jackie, who are you calling?

- You fucker.

I knew it was too good to be true. I knew it!

- Wait a minute. Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey!

This is not what you think. I'm not a cop.

- Then what are you?

- I told you. I'm a social worker.

- Then why are you going through my files?

- Look, there's a kid that I've been working with, okay?

He's missing, and I'm certain he's involved

with the Youth Incentive Program.

And I just thought maybe,

I thought maybe you'd help me out with it.

I was gonna tell you.

I was gonna tell you at the right time. I...

What?

I'm sorry, I...

(wind whooshing)

- Scott, I'm their lawyer.

I'm not their business partner.

Somebody gets busted, I get them out of jail.

If they wanna buy property,

I draw up the paperwork. (door thuds)

I mean, if I start poking around into their other areas,

then they're gonna know right away something is up.

- Their other areas are crack, Jackie.

- You don't have to tell me what it is!

I never meant it to turn out this way.

What am I gonna do, Scott?

(Scott sighs)

- There must be some way you could get me in there.

- The only way to get in is if you're dealing drugs.

- Oh, they, they'd kill me if they even knew

I was talking to you about this.

- Is there any other way you could get me in?

- Wait a minute.

I haven't said I'd get you in anywhere.

I mean you told me you've been talking to the cops.

If you screw up, Carlos will implicate me, too.

- There's no way that he could ever find out about you.

And besides, I don't want the organization,

I just want the kid.

- It's too dangerous.

- What? Are you loyal to hang up with these assholes?

Come on.

- Oh, as if I'm supposed to be loyal

to some asshole from my past

who hustles me for a fuck and I get fucked over?

- Just wait a minute.

I didn't know that you were in that bar.

And I, I had no idea you were working for those people.

- Oh, bullshit. - It's not bullshit.

- Oh, just leave me alone!

- You know, Jackie, you used to be somebody very special.

I mean, maybe you didn't have the fancy apartment

or these nice clothes, but

you were someone very special.

- Oh, Scott, just shut up.

- Now you're all grown-up, aren't you?

You call yourself a lawyer.

You're not a lawyer.

- Scott. - That's just a lie.

That's a lie to keep from seeing that you're,

you're a criminal.

- And you're nothing but a guilty alcoholic,

trying to make up for killing his own kid.

(Scott sighs)

- Have a great life.

Enjoy your money.

- [Will] As you all know,

we've had another budget cut.

Therefore, we've got to stop wasting time

on these marginal cases.

- Marginal cases,

some of those marginal cases

are people on the streets, Will.

- I don't wanna get into this now.

And- - They're not numbers.

- Wait a minute, Barnes.

This isn't a staff meeting, so watch it!

- I bring up an issue and you threaten me?

- No, no, I'm not threatening you,

but you seem to be the prince of marginal cases around here.

And apparently the rules of this department

mean nothing to you.

You'd rather be out in the street looking for some punk kid

than in here doing your job.

- Fuck you, man.

That kid happens to be important to me.

- What did you say? - I said, fuck you!

And while you're at it, fuck your goddamn papers, too!

Asshole!

- That's it, Barnes, that's it. I have got witnesses.

Your ass is out of here! - Good.

(gentle pensive music)

- [Scott] Don't leave me, Linda.

- [Linda] No, I'm going. ] can't take this any more.

- [Scott]! haven't had a drink in such a long time.

- [Linda] Since when? Say it.

You haven't had a drink since Trevor died.

He's dead, Scott.

And every time I look at you,

I think about how you took my son from me.

- [Scott] I want things to be the same.

- [Linda] Well, they're not, and they never will be.

- So why are you telling me all this?

- Because I don't want it to happen again.

- Different circumstances. Not the same.

- I know, but...

My boy, my little boy, I was too drunk

to pull him out of that car.

And I lost somebody, and that is the same.

- But you would have both died.

- That would have been better.

But I'm not shit-faced now.

- Well, I'll see what I can do

but you understand, Scott, this is unofficial.

- I understand that.

All right. Let me ask around.

Where'd you get this coffee?

- Bad, huh?

- This is the worst fucking coffee.

(both laugh)

My Lord. (chuckles)

- Thank you.

(phone ringing)

Hello. - It's me.

- Jackie.

- [Jackie] I need to talk to you.

- Okay. When?

- [Jackie] In an hour at Marina Park.

- You've got it.

- Stop it, Chris.

- They'll meet with you.

You're not in yet, so it's not too late to back out.

I told them you were an old friend of mine.

They trust me, so when you find the kid,

you can't just quit, or they'll suspect me.

You're gonna have to stick around for a while

and then you're gonna have to disappear.

And I mean really disappear.

- When do they wanna meet? - They'll contact you.

I don't know when and I don't wanna know.

You're on your own.

Okay?

- Can I see you again?

Drop the act, Scott. You got what you wanted.

- It's not an act.

- Give me some time.

(gentle menacing music)

- Move it! We gotta get this shit on the street.

- Pedro, here.

- What are you doing?

You trying to fuck with me?

(man smacks)

You're gonna be my little clean-up boy.

Better watch your ass.

(gentle menacing music continues)

(car engine revving)

(car door clicks)

(car door thuds)

(gentle menacing music continues)

- My name is Carlos. - Scott.

- You just got dumped from social services

and you have $350 in the bank.

- You did your homework.

- You bet your fucking ass I did.

This here's serious business.

- What do you drink? - Club soda, if you got it.

- If I got it?

(Carlos chuckles)

I got everything.

And what I don't got, I'm gonna get real soon.

Sit down. - All right.

- Take a look at me, man.

Take a good fucking look. What do you see?

You see a kid, don't you? Hmm?

Let me set you straight.

I'm 21 years old and I am worth 25 million dollars.

25 fucking million dollars.

And there ain't nobody who fucks with me

and gets away with it.

The people who work for me, they follow orders.

They're not allowed to do drugs.

They do what I say when I say.

The name of the game

is Youth Incentive Program

and I'm the motherfucking chairman of the board.

Never, never forget that.

- Thank you.

- James here is my man.

He's gonna be taking you around,

give you an idea how the business operates,

'cause I can tell by looking at you,

you don't know shit.

You wouldn't be sitting here right now

if Jackie hadn't bragged on you.

If I'd have seen you first, I'd have said, "Fuck it,

the motherfucker's too dumb."

- What would you like me to do?

(Carlos chuckles)

- The fucker's got style!

Good.

That's very good.

Okay.

Now, here's the story.

We're gonna put the move on the suburbs.

Instead of all of them kids driving into the city

looking for drugs,

we're gonna take the goods to them.

And you, you're gonna be my contact man.

You're gonna set up the locations

and pay off the right people.

They don't,

they don't do business with me.

We're gonna stick your ass in a suit

and those motherfuckers will be climbing over each other

to give you the money. (chuckles)

- What's my end? - We'll get to that later.

In the meantime, you stick with James, hmm?

- [James] It's Reggie.

- Where the fuck are you?

You keep it up, man, and I'll throw your ass in the pit!

15 minutes. You got 15 fucking minutes.

You fucking asshole!

The fuck is a fed, I know it!

- Take it easy, man. You're getting paranoid.

- Who are you calling paranoid, huh?

And get his ass out of here!

(door knob clicks)

- Vincent, drive him home.

Be ready, 5:00 p.m. tomorrow. - Okay.

(door thuds)

- Puta!

And I don't trust him, man.

Fucking Jackie, man. Something's up with her.

She's been acting shitty lately!

- You're right. What do you wanna do?

(Carlos breathing heavily)

- You let him see as little as you can.

And keep an eye on him day and night.

If he's not cool,

you kill them both.

(palms smack)

(ominous music)

(car engine revving)

- [James] All right, look, the little kids take the orders.

The lady with the baby carriage supplies the crack.

That boy there is the lieutenant.

He takes the money and makes sure

everything's running right.

The two wrecking crew members up there?

Those are the lookouts.

Nobody gets on this block without being spotted.

It's just like the army. Everyone has his rank.

- Why do you use such young kids?

- [James] Because they never have to do time.

Juvenile homes are too full, man.

The only place to put these kids is back on the street.

Seen enough?

(receiver thumps)

- Barnes made it in.

- We gotta get him out of this.

- No.

No, no. No, we don't.

We'll leave him.

Carlos goes crazy when a big shipment is coming in.

He'll take any of the heat off my boy.

Operation's too big.

We finally know when the drugs are coming in,

and we'll finally nail the cartel-

- Boss, both you and I know

that if he's caught, he's a dead man.

- Well, that's his problem.

The operation stays on sche...

How long you been standing there?

- I just walked up.

What are you guys so paranoid about?

- All right. What do you want?

- I was wondering if you guys

wanted to go bowling after work, but...

Nah, I can see you're too busy.

(footsteps tapping)

(door knob clicks)

- What are you doing here?

I said I needed some time.

- I know. It's been almost 20 hours.

- What am I gonna do with you? - You're gonna let me in.

(door knob clicks)

(door thuds)

(funky rock music)

All these kids work for Carlos?

- Every one of them.

There's a thousand more in line waiting to take their jobs.

These kids are too poor and too scared

to fuck up more than once.

If they do, they'll pay the price.

- What do they do when they end up in the wrecking crew?

- You'll see.

(crowd cheering wildly)

- What we have here

is ten of the hardest-working motherfuckers

in the whole damn city.

(crowd cheering)

And that's gold, 18-carat gold.

And them are diamonds

and diamonds and more diamonds!

(crowd cheering)

And that's not all, no way.

Because when you work hard, things happen.

- [All] Yeah!

- Because when you work hard,

you can go places.

- [All] Yeah!

- And when you work hard,

you could be like me!

(crowd cheering and applauding)

(funky rock music)

- Excuse me, where's James?

- Fuck off, asshole.

(funky rock music continues)

(lighter clicks)

- [Carlos] 15 minutes, man.

You didn't come in 15 minutes.

We told you what would happen

if you fucked with my money.

Where the fuck is my money, you little shit?

- I don't have the money. - Shut up!

Shut up, you little fuck!

You haven't done shit for me.

- [Reggie] Please, Carlos, you gotta believe me. Please.

(Carlos grunts)

- Sorry, man. I didn't mean it.

- Nobody messes with my money, Reggie.

I told you that before.

- Sorry. - Nobody!

Nobody!

Nobody!

You take him to Madison.

- Move it!

- Hey, man. You okay?

- I gotta get outta here, man.

- Don't do that, Tommy. That's a bad idea.

No. Don't do it.

(menacing music)

- Get the fuck out of the way.

- Jesse! - Yes?

- [Speaker 3] Give me a hand downstairs, man.

- [Jesse] Be right there.

(door hinges creak)

(tense menacing music)

(pipe squeaking)

(pipe rattles)

(tense menacing music continues)

(Tom groans)

(gate rattles)

(foreboding music)

- I warned you.

(James knocks on the door)

(door knob clicks)

- Che Che, what's happening? - Ain't nothing to it, James.

This is your basic hook-up joint.

Move it around every couple of days.

- All these boys in trouble?

- [James] They're with Che Che, they're in deep shit.

Ain't that right, my man? - The Grim Reaper, brother.

(foreboding music)

- That's not a good idea.

- Who are the guys in the van? - The wrecking crew.

- What do they do?

- Let's just say they solve problems.

- Is it all right if I look around?

- That's what you're here for. - All right.

(tense menacing music continues)

- Pedro.

(Scott shushes)

- Hey, man, how'd you get in here?

- Where's Tom? - Wrecking crew took him.

He's in real trouble.

- Where did they take him? - To the Madison House.

- When did they take him? - Just a few minutes ago.

- Look, you gotta help me

get outta here, please. - Hey, Pedro!

- Help me, Scott, please. - Where the hell are you?

- How about a corporate name?

- I don't know, I don't know if it's a first or last name.

I mean, there is nothing here.

- Well, he said Madison House.

I'm sure he said Madison House.

- Maybe he did, but I've never heard of it.

- Fuck! God damn it!

Why didn't I ask for an address? Shit.

- [Jackie] Please, Scott, calm down.

- Calm down. Calm down.

If I don't find him soon, I'm gonna find him dead.

Okay, this is what we're gonna do.

I want you to call me at 3:00 p.m. at this number, okay?

- Why? - Just do it.

If I don't answer, if someone else answers,

I want you to hang up, you got that?

- [Jackie] Oh, Scott, what are you doing?

- Better if you don't know.

- I'm not so sure about that.

- I am. Okay?

Now look, three o'clock exactly.

If I don't answer, you hang up. You got that?

- Okay.

- Good.

- But un- under one condition. - What?

- You gotta promise me

that when the time comes for you to disappear,

you'll take me with you.

- What if today's the day?

Hmm?

- Then today's the day.

- Okay.

(both kissing)

Thank you.

(crickets chirping)

- Madison? I never heard of it.

- Tomorrow? - Yes, tomorrow.

- [Palco] They know about you.

- What do you mean they know about me?

Who knows about me? - Ortega.

They got a man inside.

If they have to, they're gonna sacrifice you,

so get out now.

- Well, I can't get out now.

I know where Tommy is. I gotta be there.

- Well, I can't help you then.

- Bailing out on me, Palco? - I'm retiring.

- Ah, so what?

You, you planning on dying when you retire?

You're already dead.

All I'm asking is just fucking check it out for me.

Just be there for me, will you?

- Don't do anything until I get back to you, okay?

Okay, Barnes?

Barnes, I'm not hearing what I wanna hear, man.

- Fine.

Okay.

(funky reggae music)

- How we doing? - Yeah, good.

- Vince, let's run by the south side.

- Don't you got a meeting with Leon at three?

- [James] Shit. That's right. We're late.

- We got all day, man.

- How long is it before... - It's not long.

And Vincent? - Yeah, man?

- Turn that shit down. - Sure thing, man.

(gentle menacing music)

- All right, Vincent? - Yeah, man?

- Run Scott home and then go back to Carlos's.

I'm gonna be here a while.

I'll get a ride from Leon's people. All right?

- Yeah, man. - All right.

I'll catch you tomorrow. - You got it.

All right.

(car door thuds)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- Scott, I, I'm sorry I'm late.

- Carlos, hi. Hey, it's Scott.

- What is going on?

- Yeah, hold on a minute. Hold on.

It's Carlos, he wants us to meet him at the Madison House.

- Madison? - Yeah. Madison.

You know how to get there? - Sure thing, man.

Tell the boss we on the way.

- Good, good.

Okay, we'll meet you there.

- Scott, what are you doing? - Today is the day.

He said if he's not there in an hour,

just to, just to leave without him.

(gentle menacing music continues)

(car engine revving)

(gate thuds)

(gentle menacing music continues)

- Yo, Bobby. - Yo, Vincent.

- How's life at the top? - Good, man.

Very, very good.

But why, man?

Boss here? - No.

- Him on his way, man.

- Who's this? - This be Scott.

(indistinct chatter)

- The guy thinks he's superman.

So he rips open his shirt, he says,

"If you're so bad, then shoot me, motherfucker."

- So what you do, man?

- Blew his ass away.

(balls clatter)

- Where can I take a piss around here?

- Yo man, second door down the hall.

Yo, show him where it is.

- It's all right. I'll find it on my own.

- This guy cool, Vincent? - Yeah, man.

- The boss got big plans for him, man.

(tense menacing music)

- [Reggie] Hey, man.

How long I gotta stay in here?

Huh? How long?

- What's wrong, man?

You don't like the view? - Fuck, no, man.

I don't like the view.

(chain rattling)

- Don't worry.

We're gonna take you and the kid down tonight.

(tense menacing music continues)

- Tom. Tom, it's Scott.

Tommy.

(gate rattles)

- Who are you? - Shh.

- Listen, hey, Tom.

Tom, it's me. It's Scott.

- Scott?

- I'm coming back. I gotta get us some help.

- No, please. - I will be back.

- No, Scott, please don't leave me.

- I promise you, I will be back. Okay?

- [Tom] Please.

- Okay. - Scott, don't leave.

Come on, Scott.

- [Reggie] Hey, where you going?

Don't leave me in here.

Please.

- Scott, please. - You gotta get me outta here.

- Hey, man. We think you drowned.

- Too much partying last night.

Carlos get here yet? - No, man.

- Let's go. I gotta go.

- [Vincent] Me think me better call.

- Don't bother, he said if he wasn't here in an hour,

you know, we should go without him.

- Better be safe than sorry.

- Well, if you call him, you're gonna piss him off.

- Yeah, man.

Where is Carlos?

Yeah, man. Heavy business.

Later, man.

The boss be doing business with his ladies.

We can forget about him.

(phone ringing)

- Yeah.

Hey, James, what's the news?

Yeah, sure. They just left.

I'd be happy to do that for you, man.

Later.

(car horn honking)

(buttons clicking)

- Hold on.

Sir?

- Bueno.

- Bad news, bro. Scott's dirty.

He just went into the police station.

- Just thought I'd let you know Barnes is back with Palco.

- What the hell is he doing here?

(door knob clicks)

You know, you almost fucked up two years

of undercover work.

- They've got him at the Madison House

and they're gonna kill him tonight.

- They're killing kids every night,

they're killing kids in every goddamn city in this country.

They're gonna go right on Killing

unless we cut off their suppliers, you understand?

- Bust them for kidnapping. I'm your witness.

- This has nothing to do with kidnapping.

This has to do with drugs!

You and your kid are jeopardizing an undercover operation

that has already cost this department

the lives of two officers.

I will not allow that to happen.

Then I'm gonna have to go and get him myself.

- You go anywhere near Carlos,

I'm gonna bust you for conspiracy to distribute narcotics.

- You son of a bitch. You know that's not true.

- You go tell that to the judge.

- Oh, Ortega, come one, listen to the-

- Palco, Palco, you screw up this operation,

I'm gonna screw up your retirement

before you know what happens.

Why don't you sit back and let us do our job, all right?

Get out of here, Barnes. Get out.

Go on.

(door knob clicks)

(Ortega sighs)

Palco, you know,

you've been a fuck-up ever since I've known you, all right?

I mean, the chief takes pity

and gives you a cushy desk job in Missing Persons

and you still fuck up.

- Ortega, you are talking a bunch of bullshit.

(door knob clicks) Get out of the way, man.

(door thuds)

(wind whooshing)

- Jackie?

Jackie?

Jackie?

Oh, God.

(somber music)

Oh, no.

Don't be dead.

(Scott sobbing)

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

(somber music continues)

(curtain rips)

(phone ringing)

- Bueno.

Who's this?

Who is this?

- It's Scott. Jackie's dead, Carlos.

- What do you mean dead? What the fuck is going on?

- I don't know.

- Okay, baby. Listen to me, okay?

You hold tight.

I'll be there in a few minutes.

(phone thuds)

(gun cocks)

(dial beeps)

He's at Jackie's.

(phone ringing)

- This is sergeant Palco.

- It's Scott.

Don't say anything, just listen, okay?

I'm at 123 Bryant.

Jackie McVie was a lawyer for YIP.

She's just been killed by Carlos's people.

And now he's on his way over.

I'll probably kill him.

From that point on, it's up to you.

And I am depending on you.

- Scott, don't do it.

Scott?

(tense menacing music)

- Let's go, big shot. Carlos wants to talk to you.

You got a problem with your ears?

Hey, man, I asked you a question.

(gun cocks)

- Drop the guns.

- Relax, man. It's us. - Drop the guns.

(guns thud)

Where's Carlos? - He's at the Madison House.

- You take me there.

- The Madison House thing cost my man Vincent his life.

- I'll kill you.

I'll kill you.

- Shoot me? You ain't gonna shoot nobody.

Come on. Carlos wants you nice and healthy.

(tense menacing music continues)

Well, you ain't nothing. You ain't fucking shit.

(gun firing)

(gun clicking)

Ain't you ever heard of Kevlar, asshole?

(tense dramatic music)

Hey!

Where you going, huh?

Damn, Barnes. Where you going?

It's time to pay the piper.

(Scott yells)

(Scott whooshing)

(water splashes)

(Scott breathes heavily)

(car door clicks, then thuds)

(car engine revs)

(brakes squealing)

(brakes squealing)

(Scott grunting)

(car engine revving)

(car door clicks)

(car door slams)

(brakes squealing)

- Pull over, Barnes!

(tires squealing)

(bridge creaking)

(brakes squealing)

(brakes squeal)

(car engine revving)

(brakes squealing)

Get that motherfucker.

(tense dramatic music)

(feet thud)

(man screaming)

(water splashes)

(alarm blaring)

(police siren wailing)

(ominous music)

(water splashes)

(Scott grunting)

- Now come on, cop. Tell me about it.

- I'm not a cop. - Bullshit!

(water splashes)

Fucking cop, man, thinks he can bust me.

Fuck him. I ain't afraid of no cop!

- Still gotta find out what he knows.

- Bobby.

(Scott exhaling)

(door rattles)

(Scott breathing heavily)

(foreboding music)

(alligator roaring)

Welcome to the Gator Bowl, baby.

It's almost time for kickoff, huh?

Get it right, or this is where you'll die.

What agency are you with?

- I told you I'm looking for the kid.

- That's the same shit Jackie gave me.

- Fuck him!

- He's telling the truth!

He was looking for me.

- Yo boy, you know this dude?

- [Tommy] Yes.

- Who the fuck is he?

- His name is Scott Barnes. He's a social worker.

You mean you really ain't nothing

but a fucking social worker?

- Yes.

- You mean we killed Jackie,

we chased your ass all over town,

we beat the shit out of you,

and you're a social worker?

Fuck.

This is crazy. (laughs)

The guy ain't nothing.

(laughing) Oh, man.

I thought for sure he was with the feds, man.

Goddamn.

(all laughing)

Well, looks like we're gonna have

to get ourselves a new lawyer, huh?

(all laughing)

No, I'm sorry, man.

Look, I owe you an apology.

I thought you were trying to bust me, man. (laughs)

If I'd have known you was only after the kid,

I wouldn't have put you through all this.

I would have just killed you.

(foreboding music)

(Scott screaming)

Let's get outta here.

(alligators roaring)

(alligator roars)

(chains rattling)

(alligator roars)

(alligator roars)

(Scott breathing heavily)

(alligator growling)

(Scott grunts)

(Scott breathing heavily)

(door rattles)

(door thuds)

- Hey!

(tense menacing music)

(man yells)

(keys jingling)

(gun clicks)

(tense menacing music)

- Take it easy. Please, don't shoot me.

I'm a cop.

- You're a cop? - Yes.

- You're a fucking cop?

- I work for Lieutenant Ortega.

Narcotics division. - Bullshit.

- I'm Ortega's son.

(gun fires in distance)

- You shut your fucking mouth or I'll kill you.

You hear me? I'll kill you.

(smoke bombs whooshing)

(glass shatters)

- [Officer] You inside, this is the police.

Come out with your hands up.

- You gonna help me, or what? - I ain't helping shit.

You're not supposed to be here.

- Fuck you!

(James groans)

(gun firing)

(fire roaring)

- Blue team, let's go! Move out!

(indistinct chatter on radio)

(guns firing)

- Scott! Man, I thought you were dead.

- I know.

- [Reggie] Me, too, man.

- Fuck.

Come on!

(ominous music)

- You get rid of those fuckers and meet me on the roof.

- Got it.

(gun firing)

(gun fires)

- You never the fuck learned, did you?

(gun fires)

- Hey!

(gun firing)

(gun fires)

- Hey, Carlos!

Asshole!

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

(gun clicking)

(gun firing)

- I'll kill you, you son of a...

It's bad luck for you, good guy.

This time, you're really gonna die.

You got no more bullets.

(door rattles)

I'm waiting for you, man.

Well, I guess I'm gonna have

to shoot the little kid instead.

(Scott yelling)

(both grunting)

Die, you motherfucker.

(Scott grunting)

(fire extinguisher clangs)

(Scott grunting)

(Scott grunts)

(Carlos screams)

(alligator roars)

- Scott, please help me outta here.

- Open it. - Okay.

- Come on. Quick.

Come on, boy. Come on.

(Tommy coughs)

(gate squeaks)

(helicopter blades whirring)

- [Officer] Move it to the back of the building.

- Let's go. Move it, move it.

- So you got yourself a SWAT team?

A little late.

I could've used you about six hours ago.

- Better late than never.

- How'd you do it? - I lied.

I told the Lieutenant his son was in danger.

- You didn't lie. - What do you mean?

- His son was in danger. I almost killed him.

- Okay. He's gonna be all right.

- Yeah.

I'm gonna need an ice pack.

- You almost got my boy killed,

and you fucked up two years of very hard work.

I've got every legal right to bust your ass.

- You're right.

Why don't you tell somebody who gives a shit?

- Come on, Tom. Let's go.

Hey, Scott, I'm gonna come and see you.

I owe you a good cup of coffee.

(car door thuds)

(car engine revving) (gentle pensive music)

(gentle enthralling music)

(gentle enthralling music continues)

(lion roaring)