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(orchestral music)

(electronic music)

(radio chatter)

(helicopter whirring)

(radio chatter)

(dramatic music)

(electronic beeping)

(radio chatter) (dramatic music)

- [Doyle] Hey, man.

- Hey.

- You sure you wanna sit this one out?

- You think this is one of those old movies

where the old cop bites the bullet

just days before retirement, okay?

- You're gonna miss this.

- Here.

- Just back to being an average Joe.

You got two TAC teams in this anyway,

you're not gonna need me.

- I'm gonna miss you, brother.

- But, I wouldn't um, I wouldn't want anybody

else taking my place, though, okay?

Go kill somebody, alright?

Go on.

- Pink Seven on the move.

(suspenseful music)

- [Mike] Go, go, go!

- He's gonna get every one of us killed,

and that's what's gonna happen here.

Wanna go to choir practice after this?

- Drinks are on me.

- Roger that.

- [SWAT Member] Ready.

And three,

two,

one,

move!

(suspenseful music)

- Oh.

Don't point that thing at me.

- [Swat Officer] Clear!

(dramatic music)

(gun firing)

- Bottom line is,

my guys aren't taking the hit for this one.

You got some lawsuit, you got a complaint coming down,

I'm rolling right over on Doyle,

'cause this is all his fault.

- There's no need to light your torches

or get out your pitchforks, Harris.

This is not a witch hunt.

- [Harris] Not yet, it's not.

- [Ackerman] Right.

- The fact is that this task force,

is a complete waste of time.

- [Ackerman] We're only interested in the facts.

- The Intel checked out.

- That's an interesting choice of words.

- We're still waiting for the search warrant

to come back for verification.

- No one wants a lawsuit.

- The search warrant was good.

My CI has never been wrong.

- [Harris] Yeah, maybe you should

get a handle on your snitch.

- You're excused, officer.

(chuckling)

- Harris] Gentleman.

Ma'am.

- Right, well, your task force

hasn't turned up anything tangible in six months.

- How does internal affairs play in?

- [Rocha] We're just here to help.

- And you're FBI, right?

- Agent Albert Pierce, Detective William Rocha.

So, a few street level arrests,

and all other attempts at major players

have been unsuccessful.

- We're building a case.

- We're plugging a hole.

- [ Ackerman] Lieutenant Doyle,

we believe there is a leak in your task force.

- [Rocha] We know that you didn't

choose your team on this one.

- What can I do for you?

- This is your first major task force

in the department, correct?

- It's in my file.

- These gentlemen are going to be

digging into your task force.

We don't expect to find anything.

- We never want to.

- Just know that we have your back on this one.

This is not going to leave this room, for now.

- Anything else?

I have some interviews I need to conduct

before I file my report.

- [Ackerman] That's all for now, thank you, lieutenant.

- It's easy for a good man or a good cop

to make that first mistake before he spirals out of control.

And soon after he's gone,

there's usually nothing left before that early grave.

We always try to catch that first step, Detective.

- If we have any more questions, we'll be in touch.

So, I'll see you soon.

(rock music)

- [Customer] I don't know maybe something waterproof.

Maybe that one over there, something like a pink.

No, no, no, like the, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Right there.

♪ Fall down ♪

- [Customer] Mm-hmm.

Oh well I don't know, I like em so much.

You think you can do them?

I don't, yeah?

Maybe that one over there.

Yeah, yeah.

I don't like this color.

You know what purple, purple is loyalty I want purple.

♪ Sleeping on the wrong side waking up to bad times ♪

- Indeed they are watching us.

They take over the cameras using the wi-fi

and they can see everything, they can see us right now.

♪ It's a shame that you haven't got it right ♪

- Fuck this shit, move.

(snorting loudly) (hip hop music)

All right.

(loud banging)

(dry coughing)

(hip hop music)

- [Man In Black] It's the government.

- [Officer] Police!

(loud banging)

- What the hell man.

You can't keep just busting into

people's houses like that, I have rights.

(loud crashing)

(coughing)

- [Man In Red] Fuck.

- 64 gigs of RAM.

Look at these processing speeds.

- I am the only thing keeping you

from finding love in a prison bathroom.

- I gave you that crack house on A Street, we're level.

- There was no crack house.

- I was just now cutting a line of dope.

I got there last night.

- [Doyle] Well, it wasn't there today.

- Someone must've tipped them off.

Oh, come on, man.

You don't think I'd do that to you, do you?

- Why should I believe you, Eddie?

- You're the only one standing between me and jail, right?

- You're coming with me.

- [Eddie] Where we going?

- I need a good bust and fast.

- I've got nothing.

That was the only plug you'd want.

- You gotta give me something, Eddie.

- I know a guy.

- [Doyle] Who's this?

- [Eddie] That's Mouse.

- Dude, that was awesome.

- This is Willie Doyle.

- Sergeant Doyle.

- [Eddie] The processing speeds is incredible.

This is the fastest computer on the market.

- Consumer market.

There's some major players running an auto shop

in Sun Valley, pushing mad treats.

- [Doyle] They know you?

- They know both of us.

- What are you doing, Mouse.

- Eddie, it is time for us to start

playing cops instead of robbers.

- Tell me more.

(hip hop music)

(radio chatter)

- You realize that Ackerman's gonna have

your ass if this is a waste of time.

- Drinks are on me.

- [Swat Member] Yeah.

- [Swat Member] Ready, move.

- [Swat Member] Dammit Doyle.

(gun firing) (screaming loudly)

- Officer down, we need a medic.

Push through, push through.

Stay with me, asshole, stay with me.

- I need you to take care of my guys.

- You're gonna be fine.

- Promise.

- You're gonna be fine.

Medic!

(suspenseful music)

- [Harris] You gotta take care of my guys.

- [Paramedic] Stay back!

- [Harris] You gotta take care of my guys.

- [Paramedic] Stay back give him some room!

[Harris] Promise me.

(suspenseful music)

- [Criminal] Die motherfucker!

(guns firing)

(suspenseful music)

(guns firing) (men yelling)

- [Paramedic] Breathe, breathe.

(gasping for air)

Come on.

It's right there, breathe.

- [Harris] You gotta take care of my guys.

(gun firing)

- [Criminal] Whoa!

- [Paramedic] Breathe, buddy, breathe.

Come on stay with us, come on.

(dramatic music)

(guns firing)

(woman screaming) (guns firing)

- [SWAT Officer] Drop your weapons, show me your hands!

Weapons on the ground, now.

Drop 'em down, hands up.

Put that weapon down.

- [SWAT Officer] Everybody down, now!

Move to your left, let's go.

- [SWAT Officer] Put your hands up!

- [Swat Officer] Drop your weapons!

- Move.

Hands up, keep those hands up.

- [SWAT Officer] Put your weapons down!

- [SWAT Officer] Drop that gun, drop it!

Get 'em up motherfucker!

- [SWAT Officer] Keep those hands up!

Hands up!

- Hold right there.

(gun firing) (dramatic music)

Keep those hands up!

Hands up!

(suspenseful music)

- [Medic] C'mon, stay with us, man.

Come on!

- [ Paramedic] He's exsanguinated into his chest.

- He's gone.

(dramatic music)

(radio chatter)

(door banging)

(men grunting)

- Why didn't you tell me this

was a Sans Vicente Cartel spot?

- A what?

It's just a place to score some dope.

(stammering)

- A good cop got shot.

- [Eddie] No, no, no.

- Guns.

You said no guns.

- [Eddie] I didn't see any, I don't think.

- Fuck (voice trailing off)

- [Eddie] We were in the front room.

Is it bad?

- He's gone.

- There are 10 cops in there

that want to kill you right now.

- [Eddie] I'm so sorry, man,

I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt.

- [Mouse] I told you.

I told you that my might be packing

and you'd find a safe in the office with a stash, too.

- You are gonna introduce me

to the lieutenant of the local Clavo Cartel.

- No way.

They'll kill me.

- Hey, we are like spies, man.

Hey, can I wear a wire next time?

- Don't know the difference between a

nickel dealer and a cartel.

They don't get us,

they come after our neighbors, our friends, our family.

Let's go.

Let's go!

Get him out of here.

(Latin music)

- I don't know why they call Las Vegas sin city.

I love coming to Los Angeles.

They got plenty of greed, envy, lust.

There's nothing like it.

I love it here, Lou.

- Papa.

LA loves you, Clavo.

And she'd be happy to love you as well.

Cici,

bring us another round, huh?

(speaking foreign language)

Cecilia.

You don't hear me talking to you?

Elmano, leave your stepdaughter alone.

Let me get one of my mosas on it.

- Cecilia.

- [Lou] Muchachos,

You're supposed to be posted up,

what are you doing here?

- Hey, uh, babe,

go get a drink or something all right?

I'm just gonna be honest with you guys all right?

We lost the body shop, Lou.

- 5-0 opened fire and, uh, killed a blue.

The cops came in and man, they just blasted him.

Then half of our crew got popped.

And the rest got locked up.

(suspenseful music)

- What's he talking about, Lou?

- Tito, what are you talking about?

- Mouse was one of our pushers down in Long Beach.

He showed up with this white boy named Eddie.

- Hey look man, what homeboy is trying to say is

the law came in and jacked everything up man.

That's what's up, all right?

- So, you're saying this white boy set us up?

- This white boy came in and he bought a gram, right?

Next thing I know, he takes off,

we're in a shoot out with the cops.

That's what I'm saying.

- That's the way I wanna go out, shooting out the cops.

- There ain't no money in dying, Tito.

- Yeah but there's no money in being

a punk ass bitch either man.

Whatcha gonna do?

You gonna let this white boy snitch out there, man?

Just talk shit on us, huh?

And you ain't gonna do nothing about it?

Man, you getting weak homey.

You soft dawg.

- You think I'm soft?

(suspenseful music)

I'm asking you a question.

(suspenseful music)

(laughing)

- Man I'm just tripping man, my bad man.

Look check this out, all I'm saying is

this white boy's talking to the cops

and next thing I know, he's not cuffed up.

Tell me?

- Who is this cop?

Some pretty ass white boy, I don't know.

- Find out if Lago's loss was a one time thing

or is it an ongoing investigation.

You go find both of them.

Skin 'em alive and bring me back a jacket.

- I'm here to speak to Clavo.

- Hey, it's that white boy cop, man.

That's the one I was just telling you about.

(suspenseful music)

- [Clavo] You got some balls, officer.

- Just here to talk.

- Choose your last words carefully.

- [Clavo] You bust up my shop, come into my doghouse.

What's your name, lieutenant?

- Doyle.

- Why shouldn't I drown you and your

boy right now in my pool?

- Look, I know who you are.

I didn't know that was your shop.

- [Clavo] Did you kill my boy, Lago?

- No, I did not.

- [Clavo] What are you selling, boy?

- Insurance.

- I got a lot of that.

- Oh yeah?

- Where was your insurance when we hit Lago's shop, huh?

You don't have to kill me.

Let me work for you.

- Give me a couple shots of tequila

for my new friends here, huh?

- [Eddie] How about some blow?

Nah.

- I don't know much about insurance,

but I like to have new friends.

You know most men think

that they're worth more when they're

alive than dead and that's not true.

Maybe I should just poison you and be over with it, huh?

Be done with it.

I'm a take a walk, Lou.

(speaking foreign language)

- He said let's take a walk, man, come on?

What the hell you doing looking at the girls, huh?

(Eddie stammering)

Fucking keep your eyes in your own head, homey.

- You walk around like no one

or nothing can touch you in this world.

There's always someone.

- Shut up, man!

You talk when I say you talk!

Right now you just shut the hell up, man!

Now get your punk ass in there!

(crashing)

- Maybe you're not the first badge

that comes knocking on my door.

Pension and a paycheck, that just covers the rent.

Too much temptation for the boys in blue nowadays.

But honor and dignity,

that was good for your father's world,

but nowadays it's about who's more ruthless.

You see I have certain expectations of my employees.

You work hard, I reward you.

Now, you screw up.

He's the one that hooked you up with my boy Rogo.

He vouched for you

and because of that, a lot of my men were killed.

And that debt's gotta be paid.

- Take him away.

- Get his ass up.

Get his ass up!

Come on, you piece of shit.

(suspenseful music)

(gasping)

(suspenseful music)

Standard pay is 5,000 a month.

It goes on 3,000 during the holidays.

So, you gotta ask yourself,

can you open your wallet and see that it's full of blood?

(men groaning) (thudding)

- We renegotiate after one year.

- Hey!

Hey, I told you to sharpen the knife, man!

- Hey, what the hell you doing, man?

Why you trying to kill a guy at a party, eh?

We got people here, man.

- [Clavo] Get him out of here, eh?

- I'll take care of it, man.

- [Clavo] Get him out of here!

- I'll take care of it, just relax.

(party chatter)

- Yeah, whatever you say, white boy.

Just wanna be sure I can count on you,

before I start sending you buckets of cash.

- What do you want?

- I'm in town because I'm on the verge of war.

The Chinese are moving into my

territories and messing with my business.

On top of that I got a white boy

that doesn't wanna pay taxes.

I need you to straighten that out.

- When do I get paid?

- I'm letting you walk out of here.

Chugo will take you to that white boy's house.

He'll stay here with me.

If there's a problem,

I will take off his arm like a fly's wings.

And I will beat you to death with it.

You do as I ask and he'll be okay.

You got my word on that.

I mean, even evil men got to honor their word, right?

- Okay.

(party chatter)

- [Clavo] Enjoy the party.

(hip hop music)

- [Lady Party Goer] Hey, come have a drink with us.

Get over here. - Come have a drink man.

- Yeah, come on over.

- {lady Party Goer] Get back.

(party chatter)

You ever had tequila before?

(party chatter)

- [Man] Check out this white boy, man.

What's he doing partying with us?

(party chatter)

- There's your girl, man.

You want me to, uh?

I'll hit the bar, man.

- You catch all that?

- Put him down, Clavo.

Fear is what keeps everyone in line.

Without it he'll inevitably bite his master.

- Yeah, that cops full of shit.

Have Tito take care of him, huh?

- I'd like to handle this myself.

- No, no.

I'm not gonna risk having you after a desperate cop.

We'll give him back his snitch.

Our guys will get him when he least expects it.

Keep it simple.

- He could be a major problem

if you don't take him seriously.

Clavo, I want to bring you his head.

Give him to me.

- You remind me of your mother, may she rest in peace.

Okay, Cici.

He's your soul to take.

(hip hop music)

Just be careful, huh?

- I will.

(hip hop music)

- [Male Partygoer] Yo, kick up that music!

- [Male Partygoer] Oh yeah it's party time!

(laughing)

- Yo, let's go, come on.

Let's do it.

- [Male Partygoer] That's what I'm talking about.

- [Tito] Yo, let's do this!

(party chatter)

- [Male Partygoer] Yeah, throw it up, throw it up man.

(party chatter)

♪ Power player ♪

♪ All day, yeah ♪

♪ Power player ♪

♪ All day, yeah ♪

♪ Power player ♪

♪ All day ♪

- [Driver] All you gotta do is jack

his dope and rough him up a little.

- [Backseat Passenger] But not too much,

we don't want to start a war with the Bikers.

- It's broad daylight guys.

I can't get spotted here.

(gun clicking)

(dogs barking)

- [Driver] This biker set up shop without our blessing.

We just want to make sure he learns how to pay his taxes.

(dogs barking)

- Hold it, give me the Roscoe.

- What if he has a gun?

- [Backseat Passenger] That's not my problem.

- Right.

(door slamming) (alarm blaring)

- Yeah,

Danny's going to jack this fool very bad.

(door creaking)

- Okay, it's okay, it's okay.

Danny, okay, okay.

Danny, have you seen Danny?

- No, no, no senor.

- I'm not gonna hurt you,

I'm not gonna hurt you. - No senor.

- I just want to know where Danny is.

(speaking foreign language)

okay.

(speaking foreign language)

(suspenseful music)

- [Doyle] Danny?

(suspenseful music)

Danny?

(suspenseful music)

Danny?

(suspenseful music)

(speaking foreign language)

(suspenseful music)

Out.

(loud crashing)

Go, go.

(suspenseful music)

(sighing loudly)

(metal clinking)

(suspenseful music)

(metal clinking)

(cabinets slamming)

(suspenseful music)

(Doyle screaming) (loud crashing)

Wait Danny, Danny, Danny,

no listen!

(suspenseful music)

(loud crashing) (Doyle groaning)

- [Danny] You're a dead man asshole.

(suspenseful music)

- [Doyle] Danny.

(loud crashing)

Danny.

- Doyle?

What the hell are you doing here?

I could have killed you.

- I need a favor.

(suspenseful music)

- Well you got my little brother out of juvie

and I do owe you one, what do you need?

(suspenseful music)

- I need your dope.

(rock music)

- Come on.

Take what you need.

(mariachi music)

(suspenseful music)

- I want my gun back.

- I didn't think you got it in you.

- All right Tito.

(car starting)

(party chattering)

- All right everyone listen up.

I got something to say to the Sarge.

It if wasn't for that beautiful man over there,

I would not be a cop today and I would not

have all of you friends, so let's raise our glasses.

Here's to Sergeant Mike Martin,

(crowd cheering)

the for more prosperous retirement that he had

during his career.

(crowd cheering)

Cheers.

(crowd applauding)

- Thank you very much, thanks a lot.

I've got a trillion reasons why I should retire.

I'm old, I'm too good looking

but they all sound wrong tonight.

but um, thanks a lot Barry, thanks a lot everybody.

(crowd cheering)

Drink up it's my party let go!

- It's going to feel worse tomorrow.

- I know.

- Next rounds on me.

- Come on I've been - I got it.

- No, no, no, no, well maybe.

- What can I get you boys?

- [Doyle] Uh two bourbons.

- What about you?

Two bourbons, two bourbons with a splash of water.

(party chatter)

- Look at her, look at her.

(laughing)

- [Doyle] Hmm?

- Nothing forget it.

So how did it go at the cartel?

- This isn't the place Mike.

- Look you're breathing, that's a good sign.

Now your CI, your CI looks like he went

to sleep with a bowling ball up his ass over there.

- He spent he day surrounded by cartel assassins.

- He did?

(laughing)

And you bring him here?

Remind me to never get on your bad side.

- Yeah.

- Serious.

(laughing)

- There he is, the man of the hour.

- [Female] If only he could laugh at that.

- Oh he probably could.

- Hey, hey how you guys doing?

- Hey Mike how you're doing?

- I'm good.

- Nice seeing you.

So what are your big plans for your retirement now?

- Oh I'm a run for president, I'm with Hillary Clinton.

- [Male] That's great.

- Get some peace and quiet, you know take it easy.

- [Male] That's good.

- [Female] Yeah.

- That's good, in all seriousness what

are you doing with this guy?

- [Female] Well.

- He's got a perm.

- Well I couldn't get your attention darling,

so I gotta take what I an get.

- Oh geez come on.

Why don't we just leave the new sergeant alone huh?

- You met my wife, she makes a hell of a meatloaf.

It's unbelievable.

- [Wife] No, no.

- She wraps it with this bacon.

- No it's unbelievable.

- Did you just call me sergeant?

- He just called you sergeant, he blew it.

Congratulations kid, you weren't supposed

to find out until tomorrow.

Congratulations Mike.

- Did you do this?

- Because you're a good cop.

Hey, you're wearing my badge now okay?

I want to raise a glass to you.

(glasses clinking)

To Doyle,

(crowd cheering)

for being one good cop.

One honest cop.

(crowd cheering)

- Thanks guys.

- To sergeant, Sergeant Doyle.

Don't steal my thunder tonight all right?

Vasquez just might be coming up to

you know give it up to the old man tonight.

You're good looking, you're young,

and you're a sergeant, so just go away.

Hey!

(phone beeping)

(rock music)

- This is Doyle.

- [Clavo] I need a favor.

- Clavo?

- I ordered some Chinese food and I

need it taken out now huh.

- This isn't a good time.

- [Clavo] I imagine.

The governor for the local TRIAD, some evil son of a bitch

named Fat, one of those Asian cats,

opened a massage parlor on one of my blocks

and beat up one of my girls

and chased her out of her corner.

(rock music)

Who was the guys name?

- Huh?

- [Clavo] The guy's name, what's his name?

- Oh yeah, any of you guys know the name?

- [Clavo] Does anybody know the guys name?

- [Man] Oh wait back up man, I think it was Ling or something like that

or something like that.

- Yeah there you go.

- Yeah his name is Ling

and he has seen his last sunrise,

do you understand that?

(rock music)

- [Agent Pierce] Lieutenant Doyle!

(rock music)

- Agent Pierce.

- Great party, buy you a drink?

- I didn't expect to see you here.

- Oh I'm here to pay my respects.

He's a good man.

- Yeah.

So any news?

- News?

Oh yeah, I wanted to tell you man to man

that I know what you're doing.

I really don't want to see you do anything foolish

because you'll be lucky to live through it.

The best you can hope for is to

go away for a very long time.

Enjoy the party, hope you get one too.

(rock music)

- Have a good night detective.

- Please let me leave.

I,

I'm sorry I got you marked for death by the cartel.

- All right let's get out of here.

They get me running an errand.

- Where?

- Just around the corner.

Piece of cake.

(hip hop music)

(suspenseful music)

(fire whooshing)

- Sergeant Doyle.

I'm glad that Martin has found a suitable replacement.

- I'm really looking forward to filling his shoes.

- Any by the way thank you, thank you very much

for that warning about the raid at my Chatman house.

We had just enough time to clear everything out,

but then you've always done right by me many times.

But now with Martin out of the way

will you be able to assume some of his responsibilities?

- Martin has a long history in the department.

A lot of friends in many places.

It takes time to develop the right contacts

and you are inexperienced and arrogant.

- Martin will consult.

- I'm sure he will facilitate a smooth transition.

Now tell me what about these Latino deal?

- Didn't Martin already explain it to you?

- Yes but I want to hear it from the horse's mouth.

Since you are going to take over and set things up,

understand?

- You have weapons and heroin,

the cartel has cocaine and cash.

Through this deal, you'll both be able

to diversify your portfolio and not

get stuck in a single market economy.

- Sounds simple, but do you think

I would share my territories huh?

- The guns will go down south where the cartel

needs them most, you still have local market on that.

- What about my drugs?

- There's a cultural gap.

The Latino's never sell in Asian neighborhoods

and vice-versa but you'll be able to sell

a wide variety of products to your clients now.

And nobody gets killed.

(speaking foreign language)

(laughing)

I suppose you want a fee.

- Martin's usual.

- Oh yes, 5,000 per month.

- Martin said eight.

- Five is a good number.

- 5,000.

- But there's one more thing.

- What do you want now?

- Clavo wants me to kill one of your guys.

Ling?

- Fuck Clavo.

- He said Ling was moving in on his escort business.

(suspenseful music)

- Hello.

(speaking foreign language)

Thanks.

(suspenseful music)

(man groaning)

(screaming)

(knives clicking) (man groaning)

(suspenseful music)

- I'm afraid he was cutting into my profits too.

(laughing)

Okay you have a deal.

There's a lot of changes in the wind you know

and I'm going to Hong Kong in a week to facilitate

those changes, and you you're here

so you better not fail me Lieutenant.

- I won't.

- It's getting hot in here isn't it?

Cremation people are dying to get in there.

(laughing)

- Are you going to give him a hand?

- Hey.

Come on.

- No way.

- Go help.

- No.

(mumbling)

(suspenseful music)

(phone beeping)

- I love that tattoo.

- Hold on a second.

(camera shuttering)

- [Fat] You're sending that text to Clavo?

- Yep.

- That way.

- You need a fix.

(suspenseful music)

(doorbell ringing)

- My stepfather wants me to kill you.

I haven't made up my mind yet.

- So your mom married a gangster.

Somehow you ended up in this vicious business.

(alcohol trickling)

(slow jazz music)

- Martin was going to get me out.

- Somehow he never mentioned it.

He's gone now.

- My dad, he always owed money to the wrong people.

Clavo didn't even have to pull the trigger.

My mother

she was just another torn soul.

I can get you out from under Clavo,

no weapons

just get me his offshore account information.

- You play hero to all your informants.

- Just the ones that want to kill me.

But you're not an informant.

- Then what am I?

- You're his accountant.

(rock music)

- He's afraid of you and you're afraid.

(rock music)

- Doyle!

What the hell is wrong with you my friend?

You bolt from a raid without filing a statement?

- I was protecting my CI boss.

- Yeah. Well now Pierce and Rocha want to have

a little chat with you in my office.

Now.

(suspenseful music)

- Detective Doyle.

Good to see ya.

- Yeah good to see you.

Listen I got a lot of work can we get to it?

- Have a seat.

Does that guy look familiar to you?

- Yeah it's my CI.

- And he was Martin's rat right?

So you inherited him from Martin?

- [Doyle] I guess you could say that.

- Did you inherit him as well?

- This isn't about the raid now is it?

- No, it's not.

It's about dirty cops like you and Martin

who take advantage of your position

and pray on the innocent and betray

sever single thing that they badge stand for.

- You think Martin was dirty?

- I know he was.

- Why don't you do something about it.

- Well we would but he already

pulled the plug before we could bury him.

You know what you know what you can prove.

But Harold Fat, now that is stepping one foot

in the river of shit that Sergeant Martin was swimming in.

- Look guys we can continue this

when I have my union rep present.

Okay.

- Aww come on Will, there's no need to go there.

- Just do your job but give me space to so mine okay?

Don't spook my CIs.

- You know I got two kids, both teenagers

and they make my life a living hell

with the dating and the Twitter and the drinking

but I wouldn't have it any other way.

Because every year it gets a little easier

because it gets harder and harder for em

to hide the guilt when they've done something wrong

because nobody can live a double life.

It's like a weight on your shoulders

that lives behind the eyes and it

corrupts your spirit piece by piece.

You can't hide forever Lieutenant Doyle.

- Hope you find you're leak detectives.

- You can count on it.

I hate that guy.

So what do you think?

He's good isn't he?

- Sushi?

- Yeah, sushi.

You have kids?

You didn't tell me you have kids.

- [Agent Pierce] I don't have kid, no.

(pop music)

(heavy snorting)

♪ Looking for the way ♪

♪ I came and daddy I'm afraid ♪

♪ I'm never gonna stay ♪

(chuckling)

(suspenseful music)

♪ I'm coming through your door ♪

(moaning)

♪ Now you're gonna see the better part of me so ♪

(suspenseful music)

(screaming loudly)

- It's delicious.

♪ Baby you're a dream ♪

(door opening)

♪ Longer than I have to ♪

- Please don't make me do this.

Like I can't stay here.

Please I can't see her again.

I don't want to be here.

I don't belong in here, I can't be here.

(suspenseful music)

I shouldn't be here.

(slurping loudly)

Doyle is not going to like this.

I shouldn't be here.

- Mr. Porter,

I'm delighted that you accepted my invitation.

- I didn't have much of a choice.

- Yes you do if you have guts.

May I offer you a drink or some Chinese noodle?

- I have a knot in my stomach.

- No need fear me.

(suspenseful music)

I asked you here as a friend.

So,

would you like to be my friend Mr. Porter?

- Yes.

- I certainly hope so.

(slapping)

- Now relax!

And close your eyes.

Just feel my fingers.

So tell me, why does Doyle value you so much?

- Well I'm a programmer Ms. Feng.

(slapping loudly)

- Call me Jasmine!

Jasmine.

- I develop software that can

record the users keystrokes

and embed a pop worm into their drive.

- So you're going to rip off the Cartel?

- Yes.

(slapping loudly)

- That's fantastic!

But how do I know that Doyle will not

do the same to my uncle when we conclude the transaction?

Hmm?

Think of your honesty Miss Porter.

- But I didn't say anything.

- But you did.

Don't forget I'm a woman, goddess of feelings.

I can feel your shift in temperature.

The slightest change in your shoulders.

Tension starts from here

(Eddie groaning)

and comes to stomach.

Then makes all the way to about neck.

(maniacally laughing) (Eddie choking)

Cute haircut.

(breathing heavily)

I don't mind Mr. Doyle ripping off Cartel.

That is not my concern.

I do however have a change of plans.

That is enough.

- What do I have to do?

(Oriental music)

- Do you know how Fat came to power?

He killed his mentor.

Student becomes the master.

The prince becomes the king.

This is the natural progression.

- What are you asking me to do?

(suspenseful music)

- What Doyle told you to do, rip off the cartel.

- And then?

- Once we conclude the transactions,

I want you to kill Doyle.

(suspenseful music)

- I can't.

(suspenseful music)

- Then I will kill you both.

(suspenseful music)

So tell me Mr. Porter, can we be friends?

(suspenseful music)

(chuckling)

Delightful!

(snapping fingers)

(chair scuttling)

It's a common courtesy to accept

a beverage when you're a guest

in someone's establishment.

(suspenseful music)

Good night Mr. Porter.

(hip hop music)

- Hey man let me hang with you man.

(hip hop music)

- Ag...

- Eddie relax.

This is Cecilia.

- [Cecilia] Hi.

- Eddie!

- [Eddie] Nice to meet you.

- Everything okay?

(hip hop music)

- Well these guys are bad news.

Everyone knows that that just goes for fun.

And I'm not wired to give out that type of energy.

I didn't sign on for this.

I'm just a tech nerd.

(suspenseful music)

- Any beast can be taken down by a thorn in it's path.

Eddie

(suspenseful music)

- Here's what we're gonna do.

We're gonna go to Fat's,

we're gonna get on his computer network

and you're gonna use that thumb drive.

Everything you need is on that thumb drive.

Account names, passwords...

- I can't.

- [Doyle] Eddie!

- I just can't.

- I promise you, as soon as this is done

I'm gonna get you into rehab by the beach.

A new home, a new name.

- It's gonna be a new life.

- You always do the right thing Eddie.

(suspenseful music)

Fat is leaving tomorrow and the Cartel

is going to war with the Triad.

It has to be now.

I promise.

- Okay.

Just last time Doyle.

Last time

(suspenseful music)

- We got nothing on this guy.

Friends, family, nothing just a few

old addresses and his precincts he's worked at.

- He did his probation at Southwest, that's a good move.

He's been polished, yes sir and no sir.

- Hang out with hood rats and become one.

This guy grew up around them.

- Really.

- Yeah K through 12, imagine being

the only white kid in the barrio.

Five years on the force.

Why become a cop?

He doesn't have a citation or anything filed against him.

I subpoenaed his military records, three sheets of paper.

Start date, reenlistment, discharge.

You know what that means.

- It means he's been redacted, he's dangerous.

(phone beeping)

- Look at that, Martin's laying low

at Doyle's place until he leaves town.

- Martin's still in town?

- Nobody's talking to you.

- Sorry it's just really hot in here.

- Is it hot in there, oh well let's get you out.

These guys have got their hands in a lot of pockets

and it takes a long time to cut those ties

and you're gonna help us do that.

(truck beeping)

- I need to use your phone.

- You need my phone, why?

- It's the only way you can help.

- There's a pay phone right there.

- Can I get some change.

- You got any change?

(coins hitting ground)

Hurry back.

(laughing)

This guy.

Do you know anything about the restaurant business?

- [Rocha] What does that have to do with any of this?

- My cousin, he opens up this diner out in Carson.

Good down home food, lot's of business,

couldn't keep up with it you know what I'm saying.

- Sure great, that's good for him. Take me there sometimes.

- Nah we can't, he had to shut it down.

Saw a rat run across the counter.

- I get it.

So every dirty cop is bad for the department,

just like a rat can ruin a diner.

- He even went out and got a trap

and baited it, and caught a rat.

- Problem solved.

- Yeah next day he sees another rat,

gets another trap, catches that rat too.

But it just kept going and going

until the problem got out of control.

Too many rats not enough traps.

- You're saying there's too many rats in the department?

- Yeah I say let's play this one loose.

Let the rat go about his business,

follow him back to the nest.

That way we catch a whole bunch of rats.

Keep our business open.

- There's always more then one huh?

- Yeah always more than one.

- You're out shopping?

What?

(suspenseful music)

Martin never left town.

He's at your place right now waiting for you.

Hello?

(suspenseful music) (phone slamming)

(gun firing)

(suspenseful music)

(snoring)

- What are you doing here Mike?

(Chuckling)

- Cant you tell I was taking a nap.

- Everything is on schedule.

- Hey look, Will you weren't supposed to

run off with Clavo's only daughter.

- Mike you could have gotten her out.

- Hey look, I'm surprised you feel for

an innocent girl routine, I really am.

You know there's blood on her hands.

Did you know that?

There is.

- I know what she's done.

- Hey look, you do?

- [Doyle] Yes.

- No you don't.

When Clavo finds out that you're not on ice

this will be his first stop.

And she's marked for death too you know so look, dig it.

Finish the job,

I'll keep her safe until it's over.

- Mike you should be enjoying retirement okay.

- I am.

I'm just doing a little work.

(laughing)

Hey look this isn't a heist movie,

this is real life okay.

We're not gonna be able to meet the sunset

at the beach somewhere like Don Johnson ok.

(gun firing)

(screaming) (gun firing)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

(Mike groaning)

- Hey somebody.

Is everybody, is everybody dead?

- [Cecilia] Yeah.

- I hope so.

Okay, I gotta get over there.

(Mike groaning)

(suspenseful music)

(breathing heavy)

(Mike groaning)

- Oh what, I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay.

I'm okay, I was hoping to find you alone

but there was guys here so I had to kill 'em.

- [Cecilia] What are you talking about?

(chuckling)

- You know you got guts where your brain should be jerk.

You know who you're playing with?

It's going to be a war and you're stuck in the middle.

And then what are you going to do?

What are you going to do?

(helicopter whirring)

- Eddie relax.

Listen it's gonna go smoothly all right.

- You guys don't know who you're dealing with.

You can't make me do this please!

- Doyle's dirty, he's never gonna let you get out of this.

- Doyle's trapped by the Chinese,

we're trying to help him out.

We're probably saving his life right now.

Is there something we should know?

- Eddie you do understand that

you're the only hope that he's got.

Your fate is not tied to his.

If you don't grab a hold of this rope

that I'm throwing you, you both are gonna drown.

(suspenseful music) (helicopter whirring)

- Wow man, why isn't Mouse with the wire?

- Yes can I?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, a lot of trucks pulling up.

Could be a cover operation.

- They'll kill me if they find the wire.

I'm begging.

- Listen it's for your own protection all right.

We got the place surrounded by SWAT.

If anything even sounds wrong,

we'll gonna come in and get you.

- What if they frisk me?

- [Pierce] Have they ever frisked you before?

- [Rocha] You got Jasmine's gun right?

- Yeah baby, everything's gonna be all right man.

You're gonna be good.

- [Tech] Say something.

- I'm going to die.

- Good to go.

- Now remember the code phrase is I'm done.

Say it!

- I'm done.

I'm done!

- All right, go earn your freedom.

(upbeat music)

(helicopter whirring)

- [Pierce] You think he's gonna screw it up.

- May be.

- When am I gonna get my gun?

Hey man when am I gonna get my gun, hey!

Don't walk away like that!

Hey yo Eddie, don't worry about it baby,

I'm a get a gun, I got you!

(suspenseful music)

- Clavos hit team missed.

You got to keep your eyes peeled at all times.

(car approaching loudly)

What is this, what's this?

(tires screeching)

(gun firing)

(man groaning)

(motor running)

(suspenseful music)

(door slamming)

(suspenseful music)

(guns firing) (suspenseful music)

(heavy thudding)

(coughing) (groaning)

(gun firing)

(suspenseful music)

(gun firing)

(loud crashing)

(suspenseful music)

(gun firing) (suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music)

(gun firing) (loud crashing)

(gun firing) (suspenseful music)

(gun booming)

(gun firing)

(suspenseful music) (gun firing)

(suspenseful music) (car starting)

(car revving) (tires screeching)

(gun firing)

(loud crashing) (horn blaring)

(gun firing)

(loud crashing) (groaning)

(gun cocking)

- Easy, put the gun down and raise your hands.

We will be keying you up for five to ten.

Put it down.

(suspenseful music)

I knew you were gonna be trouble.

All dirty cops are that wanted my time.

There's something else.

- Why didn't you honor our agreement?

- I got so many cops on my payroll, they'd be worried.

No matter how dirty they are,

they're not gonna rip off a stash and do a hit for me.

That's just too much.

- Didn't you want me to do those things?

- [Clavo] I just wanted Danny to bust you up a bit.

- And what about the Triad?

- I was hoping Fat would kill you, save me the trouble.

I didn't think you would make it through the night.

Shit, you might be a value to me.

Don't you try that.

I will cut you in half now.

- Why did you kill Cecilia's father?

- Now what do you know about that?

I'm a have to discipline that girl.

Cowboy!

Get over here!

The rest of my boys, they're gonna have fun with you.

- [Cecilia] Drop it.

(upbeat music)

- You heard me call you.

- I thought you were bluffing.

- Let's go, give me the gun!

Hey give it to me man!

- You disappoint me.

- You killed my father.

- Nah, I didn't kill your father.

Now your mother, that's a different story.

(chuckling)

Is that right?

(suspenseful music)

(gun firing)

(body thudding)

(whimpering)

You let Martin know, that we're even now all right.

- So that's how you got out after the raid?

- Hey, everybody needs a friend.

(hip hop music)

- Hey, hey look at me.

I need you to meet me at the police station tomorrow okay.

Cecilia, will you be there?

♪ I know where to play ♪

♪ I want to speak with you ♪

♪ And have you wondering how long it takes ♪

(Eddie skitzing)

(suspenseful music)

- Eddie, you ready.

Relax bud, we're almost there.

You can do this Eddie.

(suspenseful music)

(door opening)

(classical music)

- What are you up to Will?

(door creaking)

(classical music)

(door slamming)

(classical music)

- Congratulations on your promotion Lieutenant Doyle.

- Thank you very much.

Beautiful dress.

- I'm glad you noticed.

(speaking foreign language)

- It's okay.

Well hi Doyle.

I imagine you have received my first care package?

- It must be waiting for me at home.

- Oh (speaking foreign language)

(laughing)

I'm sure you'll get it.

(speaking foreign language)

(helicopter whirring)

(radio chatter)

- Cover the back.

- Don't mess this up.

- I got it.

(radio chatter)

(loud banging)

- Whoa, whoa, easy there.

There's no need to be rude.

(speaking foreign language)

- [Fat] What is that for?

- It's for the Cartel's account numbers

and passwords, I need it to do the transfer.

(speaking foreign language)

- Eddie how we doing?

- A couple of minutes.

- It's unfortunate Mr. Doyle,

that you decided to cross me huh?

It could have been long and profitable partnership,

but then nothing lasts forever.

- I'm done.

I'm done!

I'm done.

Done.

- Lights on over the threshold.

Move!

(loud banging)

(suspenseful music)

(gun firing)

(speaking foreign language)

(suspenseful music)

- Everything transferred Eddie?

(gun firing)

(woman gasping)

(upbeat music)

Get out of here now Eddie.

(upbeat music)

(screaming)

(upbeat music)

(groaning)

(gun firing)

(groaning)

(gun firing)

- What now Mr. Doyle?

- You're gonna tell me everything I wanna know

about the Triad operations and guns in my life.

- Now why would I do that?

Even an old man like me can do time right?

- Well your account's been drained.

A good portion of that sits in a Swiss bank account

with your name on it and a plane ticket ready to go.

Cooperate and they're yours along with a new identity.

Otherwise what would they do with a trader back home?

(suspenseful music)

- FBI drop your weapon!

- Let him go Doyle!

(suspenseful music)

- Yeah, just another white guy you know.

(laughing)

Uh-huh, whoa, whoa, who's, whoa.

I'm a senior citizen, I have rights.

Hey, hey, hey, I bruise...

- [Pierce] Get him outta here!

- [Fat] Cut it out.

(suspenseful music)

- Hey, hey, come on hero coming through!

Hey can you let this down?

Hey do you need a pillow or something Eddie?

You all right?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold it up.

- Now am I free?

- You're going away for a long, long time you piece of shit.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

- Stop, stop, stop.

- Hey hold up, what you doing Eddie?

Hey Eddie, what you doing man?

(loud smacking) (groaning)

- Hey easy! (men yelling)

Come on!

- Hey Eddie!

- You lied to me!

You lied to me!

- [Man] Before I put a bullet in his head.

- Calm down baby, calm down baby, you all right.

- [Officer] Get out of the way, not here.

- What the fuck is that?

You gonna tell me what this shit Will

dragged you into or not.

- I can't.

- Who are you loyal to son?

- He's the only one who ever cared.

- Get out of here.

I'll cover for ya.

(motor running)

- Hey, hey hold up Ed man.

Yo the paramedics right here man.

Where you going?

(chuckling)

Hey dawg.

Eddie I knew you could do it baby.

(chuckling)

Oh baby you doing good boy.

(Mouse trailing off)

- What the hell is this, what's going on?

- [Rocha] What are you talking about?

Doyle got a lot of good men killed.

- And we called it.

It's over.

- Those are my friends, those are your friends that died.

- You'll get commendation.

- He deserves a bullet and you know it.

- We got him.

Go home son.

- Yes sir.

(motor running)

(suspenseful music)

- Hey asshole let's go.

(suspenseful music)

(handcuffs clicking)

(suspenseful music)

You're going away for a long time.

I hope you don't have any plans.

Felony murder rap.

- Murder?

- Yeah several officers were killed

because of your little erroneous crime raid.

- He was a good cop.

- Yeah he was a really good cop.

Much better man than you.

- Are you remorseful?

Yeah.

- Really?

Why don't you get it off your chest and tell us about it.

(suspenseful music)

- If I told you would it do any good?

- Why don't you let us decide

what difference it makes and tell me ...

- Gentlemen, whatever is going on in here has to stop now.

- Just shooting the breeze.

- Uncuff him.

- [Lawyer] Gentlemen my client is to

be released immediately.

- No, no, no, wait.

Who the hell are you?

- I'm so glad you asked.

I am assistant Unites States Attorney David Klein.

These forms are a federal writ and a subpoena

pertaining to all of the records you have.

I'm also going to need you to sign

a nondisclosure agreement.

- Here's the deal, sign the paper.

- Where's yours?

- I already signed it.

(suspenseful music)

- Looks good.

Look I know this may be difficult for you to understand.

- Understand?

No, do not patronize me.

Explain it to me, what?

How do you sleep at night?

- I don't.

(slow suspenseful music)

- What do you know about counter-terrorism?

- Counter-terrorism?

What does counter-terrorism have to do with

dope and race wars in the valley.

- Everything.

- The local TRIAD has weapons coming

from North Korea and China.

- Those guys aren't selling .22 caliber squirrel guns,

we're talking rockets, C4 explosives, and machine guns.

- I don't recall seeing rocket launchers in Pacoima.

- They don't ship weapons here,

they go straight to the Middle East.

Insurgents in the Middle East send

opium to the Cartel down south.

The Cartel down south, sends money to the local Triad.

- So you're telling me all of this is some

sort of elaborate investigation on terrorism?

There's got to be some other way.

- If you find one,

let me know.

- You did a good job.

(scoffing)

Listen to me,

you did good work both of you.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- One day I didn't know where Homeland came in

and threw down the terrorism card

and I had to follow.

We got a whole bunch of rats today.

(upbeat music)

♪ Throw away my traveling bags ♪

♪ For you, for you ♪

♪ No longer do I miss my past ♪

♪ For you, for you ♪

♪ What's the difference if it's all ♪

♪ For you, for you ♪

♪ If I'm just throwing away myself ♪

♪ For you, for you ♪

♪ For you ♪

♪ For, you I laid it right on the line ♪

♪ For you, for you ♪

♪ I left my baggage all behind ♪

♪ For you, for you ♪

♪ Still I'm burning up inside ♪

♪ For you, for you ♪

♪ But I won't go without a fight ♪

♪ For you, for you ♪

(motor revving)

(gun firing)

(upbeat music)