All language subtitles for Fastlane s01e21 Dosed.eng

AQUARIUS:
Billie Chambers.

Don't you look all fine
showing off your beaver.

Well, thank you, Aquarius,
but actually, it's mink.

[BOTH LAUGH]

You sure know how to throw it.

Yeah, this is the theme party
to end all theme parties.

We're talking
about diamonds and furs, baby.

[LAUGHING]

I was hoping that Van and Deaq
would be able show up.

Yeah, me too.

- Ever see many furry creatures in one place?
- Not since I went to the zoo.

Hey, pay attention, man.
This is the fun part.

All, right, let's skin them.

All right, I want everybody down.

MAN: You heard the man, down.
FALLON: Come on.

Put them down on the ground.

Especially you, you pretty old thing.

[MAN GRUNTS]

L.A.P.D.

Drop the gun or I shoot.

- Go ahead.
- Wasn't counting on that.

Blow us all up. Shoot us all.

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

[WOMAN GASPING AND YELLING]

WOMAN:
Let go of me.

Oh!

Drop it.

No, you drop it.
I'm gonna blow all of us to the moon.

Once he let's go, we got five seconds?

- Eight.
DEAQ: Looks like an M-26 to me, okay?

- That's a five-second delay.
- Can't you trust me, partner?

All the experience you got
lobbing pineapples in Nam?

- Why you gotta do that for?
- Guys.

I'm sick and tired of you
always thinking you're right.

Hey, hey. Keep your eye on the guy
with the grenade, remember?

- That's because I am always right.
- What the hell is going on?

We're all working with no sleep
and we're a little on edge.

But if we can't have a civilized
conversation about the delay, I quit.

How are we supposed
to disarm the guy...

...if we don't have consensus about
how long before we go boom?

- You wanna disarm me?
- Shut up, are we talking to you?

- There you go again, why don't you listen?
- Oh, now you're on his side?

- Put the gun down, do what he says?
- Fine, I need the rest anyway.

Deaq, pick up the gun.

- Do you hear me?
- Pick the gun up.

- I'm not picking up the gun.
- Cool with me.

- Pick up the gun.
- Pick it up.

[MEN GRUNTING]

Ha-ha-ha. I got it.

WOMAN:
Uh-oh.

Damn.

[DEAQ GRUNTS]

I counted eight.

- Five.
- What are you talking about?

Add at least three seconds
for time the pin was out.

Okay, you know what? Enough, all right?

My office, tomorrow morning, 9 a.m.
Don't be late.

See? Now we gotta go in early.

- Just apologize.
- I should apologize?

Me? You're the one she's pissed off at.

Mr. I'm-Gonna-Put-The-Gun-Down-
Do-Exactly-What-The-Bad-Guy-Wants.

It threw him off guard, distracted him.
If I didn't do that, we'd be dead.

I'm the one who disarmed him. Me.

I'm the guy who knocked homeboy's ass
off the roof to minimum safe distance.

- In eight seconds.
- Five seconds.

- Van would like to apologize.
- Deaq wants to apologize.

I didn't call you guys in here
to chew you out about last night.

At the end of the day,
we got the job done.

Considering we've been up for three days,
and haven't had a day off in nine months...

...I think I can say
that we're a little burned out.

We're getting on each other's nerves.

So I am ordering for all of us
to take the weekend off.

- Say that again?
- No joke.

Forty-eight hours to relax.

Be apart. We could all use it.

Ha, ha, I can't believe it.
I'm feeling you right now.

- Have fun.
- Ah.

And Van,
try to contain your wild enthusiasm.

What? Two days off,
that's... That's great.

[BILLIE AND DEAQ LAUGH]

What are you guys laughing about?
That's not funny.

Because we know you, Van.
You live this job, okay?

Trying to get you to relax,
well, it don't happen.

I can relax, okay? I am good at rela...
I'm like the relaxation king.

- Don't try to know me, okay?
- Mm-hm.

- I put the "lax" in relax.
- Whatever you say.

I'm taking the weekend off.
Thank you very, very much.

And you, you cannot call me.

I don't want to hear from you.
You cannot BlackBerry me.

I am going on Van-cation.

[DEAQ AND BILLIE LAUGHING]

[IN SPANISH]

[MAN SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

[IN SPANISH]

[IN SPANISH]

Put your hands on your head
and drop the weapon, sir.

Drop it. Do it now.

Drop the gun. I said, drop it.

Put your hands...
Put your hands in the air.

Drop the g... The weapon... The g...

Listen, drop the weapon, dude. No.

Pal, drop the weapon, pal.

Put your hands in the air and wave them
around like you just don't care. Ah!

[DEAQ LAUGHS]

DEAQ:
The game looks pretty sweet, old man.

- Been a long time since you and I played.
- Mm-hm.

What do you think I do all day, huh? Just
sit all day making your mother's life hell?

Yes, and you play golf.

[BOTH LAUGH]

So tell me, how's Van?

Van's a three-letter word I'm trying
not to repeat the next couple days.

Are you saying I can't relax? I can relax.

That's right, pal.

Madame. Deaq, say it again, Deaq.
Say I can't relax again.

I'll shoot you cold, Deaq. Deaqon.

[SIGHS]

Spending three days with this guy,
everything about him gets on my nerves.

Okay, he's stubborn. He gets offended
every time I offer constructive criticism.

And by the way,
he wears his pants way too tight.

He's gonna have problems
when he wants kids.

[IN SPANISH]

Okay, I'm gonna go swim some laps.

No, better yet, ahem
swimming is too much work.

I'll just soak up the sun.

- Sounds like you are having problems.
- Why you gotta do that, Pop?

You make it sound like we're
walking down the aisle or something.

We're partners. Not domestic partners.

[IN SPANISH]

[IN SPANISH]

[IN SPANISH]

WOMAN:
Can you get me another towel, honey?

MAN:
Sure.

Mr. Strummer?

Hi, I'm Hillary. I work here at the hotel.

- Yeah, yeah. Front desk, right?
- Yeah.

Is there a problem with my bill?

No, nothing like that.

Um, I'm off work, actually.
I was hoping we could talk.

I don't really know how to say this,
but, um, I've noticed you here at the hotel.

[CHUCKLES]

- I'm glad I came down to the pool then.
- No, it's not...

I'm not, um...

I mean, I gotta admit, I kind of felt
a little vibe going too, you know?

"Good morning, Mr. Strummer."
"Hey, how are you doing?"

It's subtext.

No, there's no subtext.
I mean, for me, anyway.

It's just...

I need your help.

You see, there's this guest at the hotel.

This slimy rock-band manager
named Trent.

He has been hitting on me
since the day he checked in.

And he won't take no for an answer.

He's threatened me.

He said he'd make up this whole story
and tell my boss if I don't go out with him.

And I'm supposed to meet him tonight.

So don't go.

I was thinking,
if you could come with me...

...maybe if he saw me with you,
then he would be intimated.

Uh, intimidated? I don't understand.

Mr. Strummer, we all see you.

HILLARY:
We all know about you.

VALET:
Morning, Mr. Strummer.

Mr. Strummer.

Afternoon, Mr. Strummer.

HILLARY: I know what you do for a living
can't be entirely legal.

So when I thought of somebody
that might scare this guy off...

...I thought of you.

Look, if I'm such a scary guy,
what makes you think I'll help you?

Well, you tip big.
You never raise your voice.

You'd never know
you always carry a gun...

...and occasionally have large amounts
of drugs in your room.

Most of the maids
are in love with you, by the way.

And I don't know what else to do.

Well, it is my day off.

Okay, what time do you want me
to pick you up? Heh.

- At least let me pay for myself.
- No, no, I got it.

If you wanna look like we're together,
we gotta act like we're together, okay?

Okay.

I don't see him.

[SIGHS]

Well, let's go where he can see us.

Do I still scare you?

Yes.

Uh, give me a Laphroaig on the rocks.

- I'll have a gimlet, thanks.
- Gimlet, that's a good one.

HILLARY:
I like it.

VAN: Ha, ha. What is this flowery purse?
What you got in here?

HILLARY: Isn't it cute?
VAN: Yeah. Cute purse...

Hillary, I've been looking all over for you.

- I thought we had a deal.
- Yeah, well, she told me about that.

And, uh, it didn't sound like much
of a deal for her.

[BOTH GRUNT]

VAN:
Look, you see her? Look at her.

Know what she is? She's a nice girl.

My nice girl. Say it.

- Say it.
- She's your nice girl.

Now, get up, get out...

...and stay out of her life.

You okay? You wanna go?

No, I'm fine.

Uh, we ordered drinks,
so we might as well drink them.

[SIGHS]

You know, people at the hotel talk a lot.

And the maids say
that they hear you singing Neil Diamond.

If you have a beef with Neil,
I can't help you.

No. I don't have a beef with Neil.

It's just you don't really seem
like the Neil type.

What are you talking about?
Neil is my man.

- Really?
- "Kentucky Woman," "Shilo."

- "Sweet Caroline."
- There you... Ha, ha.

I'm all about the Neil.

Want me to sing some Neil?
I'll belt them out.

No, no. Seriously, you have done
enough for me already.

It's okay.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

I don't wanna scare you or anything.

[HILLARY LAUGHS]

VAN: Here. Cheers.
- Thank you.

Wait.

I'm sorry. I just can't.

I mean, you're a guest at the hotel and...

- I'll move.
- Ugh.

You gonna change careers?

I mean, I had a good time too, but l...

Look, Hillary, as soon as...

It just wouldn't work.
With me, what you see is what you get.

I really am this straight-down-the-middle,
right, wrong. And you're...

Not quite that.

Thank you for what you did.

I wish...

I have to go. I'm working the late shift.

Good night.

[PHONE RINGING]

Van Strummer.

CALLER [OVER PHONE]:
Officer Ray.

- Who is this?
- You don't talk, you listen.

I spiked your drink back at the club.

[SCOFFS]

What is this, some kind of joke?

Laphroaig on the rocks.
You have expensive taste.

You also only have 12 hours to live,
unless you agree to do exactly what I want.

Okay, I'm hanging up now.

Come on, Van.

Do you really think I'd waste the time
of a Candy Store operative...

... with a prank call?

Let's pretend for one second
that I believe you.

Let's pretend you don't.

Go to a hospital. Get a blood test.

Then call Detective Hayes
and Lieutenant Chambers.

After they're up to speed,
I'll tell you how to save your life.

VAN:
His voice had some kind of filter on it.

He knew my real name, he knew I was P.D.
He knew the both of you.

It was like he had my file in front of him.

Tripping hard, man.
This can't be happening.

Look, we don't even know what's going on
here, okay? This could be a total hoax.

Well, the blood test we did confirms a toxin
has been introduced into your bloodstream.

I'm going to admit you.

Can't identify what it is without more tests.
Your blood pressure's high, definitely a risk.

You have to stay in bed.

The less active you are,
the slower your blood will pump the toxin.

- I feel fine.
- Well, you're not.

This is serious.

I'll have a nurse check you in
in a few minutes.

- If you need to contact me.
BILLIE: Thank you.

- We gotta figure who did this.
- Van, the doc's right.

You need to stay here and let
them figure how to treat you, man.

- Billie and I are on the case.
- No, I'm coming with you guys.

You deaf? Were you listening?
Van, you could die.

And the more you move around,
the faster it might happen.

Want me to just sit here? You said
I can't relax when I'm on vacation.

- How am I supposed to relax now?
- You can start by chilling out, Van.

What, you're gonna make me?

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

- What the hell was that?
- What'd you say?

It means we're losing time.

And you guys are acting like first-graders
fighting over the last juice box.

I didn't know Spanish
was such a concise language.

It's not. Van, you're not moving.

Okay, fine.

We're gonna check the club out.
See if anybody has a record.

We will call you if we find anything.

Stay here, man.

HILLARY:
I need your help.

WOMAN [OVER PA]:
Wheelchair.

Wheelchair.

[HILLARY GASPS THEN GRUNTS]

- Was that guy Trent, huh? Tell me.
- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Why are you...?
- I'm not buying the good-girl act.

I dealt with people like you, you can't
play me. People who play me lose.

[PHONE RINGS]

What?

CALLER [OVER PHONE]: Leave her alone.
She's got nothing to do with this.

Neither does the bitch boy
you punched in the bar.

- This is about you and me.
- What do you want?

Security to 4th East,
4th East townhouse. Okay.

I just called Security.
They're on they're way.

- Okay, Hillary...
- No, leave now, we put this behind us.

If not, we have police-size problems.

[VAN SIGHS]

The entire club, not one person
on the payroll has a rap sheet.

Where they hiring from, finishing school?

We're back to square one.

[SIGHS]

Billie, do you really think this could be it?

I mean, what if...?
What if Van doesn't make it?

He's gonna make it, Deaq.

Look, I'm sorry, all right, l...

No, you're right.
You know, he'll be okay.

We'll make sure of it.

I'm gonna check in at the hospital,
see how he's feeling.

BILLIE:
Okay.

Not so good.

Before you jump down my throat...

...in some foreign language
that I don't understand...

He... He called me again.

This guy is targeting me, okay?

I can't just sit back
in some hospital bed waiting to die.

The club was a bust. I just set up
a trace program for the next time he calls.

See if we can find his location.

[PHONE RINGING]

Yeah.

CALLER [OVER PHONE]:
Time for marching orders.

I need you to make the acquaintance
of a criminal named Vinny Jax.

VAN: That's gonna be a little harder
than it sounds.

The guy started serving 40 years
for serial kidnapping.

CALLER: Not to worry, Van.
He won't be in prison for long.

Because if you wanna live, you
and your friends are gonna break him out.

You want us to break Vinny Jax
out of prison?

CALLER: Once Jax is freed, you'll be
provided with the name of the poison.

Your doctors should be able
to take it from there.

You are to do the job...

... only with the assistance
of your partners in the Candy Store.

If the L.A.P.D. Is informed of the plan...

... or any part of the plan is deviated from,
you're a dead man.

[DIAL TONE]

[VAN AND BILLIE SIGH]

He knew we were tracing him.

He scrambled the GSM signal.

- He's good.
VAN: He's better than good.

I mean, who'd be more suited
for a prison break than three cops?

So we call Parish, wake his black ass out
of bed, have him arrange a furlough for Jax.

Long enough to smoke out the caller
and bust him.

No, L.A.P.D. Gets involved,
the deal is off. You heard him.

I mean, this guy, he knows our every move.
It's like he knows everything about us.

- The question is, how?
- Well, we can't answer that today.

That'll be tomorrow.
Right now we have to do what caller says.

- What?
- Well, do we have another choice, Van?

VAN: How about we do not break
a convicted felon out of prison?

We dig into Vinny Jax, find out
who'd want him back on the streets.

Then we find that guy and we torture him
until he tells us what he put in me.

Okay, Jax's last known associates...

...were an L.A. -based British street gang
known as the Scags.

They're professional kidnappers.

Intel has their base of operations
located in a Santa Monica pub.

That's where we'll start.

See if we can find anyone
who'd wanna break Jax out of prison.

Problem, it's 4 a.m.

Nobody's gonna be there
for another six hours, and with that...

Problem solved. If it's 4 a.m. Here,
then it's 12 noon in England.

And it just so happens that Thatcham
United is scheduled to play Flushing at 1.

Now, that's football. Just in case
y'all don't know, it's English football.

If these guys are as hardcore hooligans
as you think they are, they'll be watching.

How do you know this?

What, you can break out the espa�ol
and I can't surprise you?

- You're the most interesting person I know.
- Thank you.

Look, you go to the Scags,
you run the risk of pissing off the caller.

- That's like going to the police.
VAN: Well, time's running out.

And I don't see any other choices.

Okay, let's do this.

[COMMENTATOR
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON TV]

[CROWD GROANING]

MAN 1: What was he doing there?
MAN 2: Come on, play.

Don't know how helpful
these folks are gonna be.

The way they're staring at you,
they all want you dead.

You think they're staring at me?

I'm not the only woman
or brother in the joint.

Shall we?

DEAQ:
Waldo, pint of Boddingtons, please.

Make that two.

[SIGHS]

Tell me, what would make
a bit of stuff like her...

...and a bloke like yourself
think you'd be welcome here?

DEAQ:
What's all the drama, player?

We just came here to watch the game.
Is this some English-American thing?

I mean, come on.
I know we have our differences.

You call it football, we call it soccer,
but when it all comes down to it...

...it's just a bunch of guys
in knee-high socks kicking a ball in a net.

So we was just hoping
that we could all work it out.

Well, you sussed wrong, squire.

[ENGLISH ACCENT]
Squire?

- [IN NORMAL VOICE] Did he call me squire?
- Mm-hm.

So, what you're saying
is we need an invitation?

[DEAQ LAUGHS]

Well, I'll be damned.
Looks like we got one...

[ENGLISH ACCENT]
...right here.

All right, me old chinas.

Settle down.

No need to get violent.

I'm kind of thinking there is.

Let's go, pal.

[CHUCKLES]

VAN: Info on a mate of yours.
Started doing a stint a couple weeks back.

- Vinny Jax.
- Naff off, yank.

You know, I'm not exactly sure
what that means, but it don't sound nice.

Huh? Who's Vinny tight with?

On your bike, knackers.

Insult us in English, man.

Get up.

Hmm.

So you have your clubhouse
all tricked out in things English.

Can I ask you something?

If you're such a genuine fan
of the mother country...

...what's up with the muscle body
and the capped teeth?

Simple, really.

England's good for football,
California's good for everything else.

Now, why don't you be a nice bit of skirt
and put down the gun?

Are you sure you wanna do that?

You think you can play soccer
without a ball?

You ever read the label on one of these?
It says not to ingest.

I'm not exactly sure why,
but I guess we're gonna find out.

Look, if you're looking for blokes tight
with Jax, you've come to the wrong gaff.

He's with the Scags when he got caught.

Yes, he was, until he pulled
this one particular caper together.

It was a -year-old girl,
a daughter of a businessman.

One-point-four in ransom,
Jax took the cash and did a runner.

He hid the money.

We never got our end,
even after he was nailed by cops.

Yeah, I feel you, dog,
but we've got our own problems with Jax.

Look, if it's a score you're looking to settle,
you've got no worries, all right?

He's being taken care of inside.

What do you mean? You mean a hit?

He'll be dead as a doornail by tomorrow.

[SIGHS]

You all right, man?

- No.
- Let's get out of here.

BILLIE:
Yeah. Okay.

That was the hospital's
Toxicology Department.

They still haven't identified the poison.

- I think I'm all right now.
BILLIE: Van, you're getting worse, okay?

And now with the hit out on Jax,
we have no choice.

We're just gonna have
to break him out of prison.

Okay.

Look, I want you to rest,
find someplace really quiet.

We're gonna get the ball rolling.

DEAQ: Where are you going?
VAN: I gotta go straighten something out.

I'll be back in...

...one-eighth of my life.

[VAN LAUGHS]

Come on, guys, lean into it.
I'm just trying to keep it light.

Hey.

I don't wanna talk to you.

You have every right to be mad at me,
but I just wanna apologize.

No, it's my fault, okay?

Trying to get rid of a slimeball with
the help of a psychopath was a bad idea.

Listen, what happened last night...

What? Say it.

I can't tell you the whole truth
and I don't wanna lie to you.

But I can tell you two things.

I'm sorry for what happened last night,
and I am not what you think that I am.

If I could catch a break, if I could be standing
here in front of you tomorrow, I just...

I just wanna know
if you'll believe those two things.

And then we can go from there.

- I'll let you know tomorrow.
- Tomorrow's looking a little iffy for me.

Why? Are you checking out?

Yeah, something like that.

Hey, uh, by the way.

The whole time I've been here...

...I've been replacing the minibar nuts
with stuff I buy down the street.

I think it's a crime
what you guys charge for pistachios.

Just trying to be honest where I can.

Well, looks like we're ready
to break our way into prison.

Breaking in is the easy part.

- Wanna talk about it, man?
- About what?

About why at T-minus, Van...

...you go talk to Hillary,
a girl you barely know.

[BOTH LAUGH]

- You are good.
- Yeah, I'm a mind reader.

I ought to have
a lounge act or something.

So, what's up with the girl?

- It's not the girl, it's me.
- Mm.

I mean, I've got, what,
maybe six hours left?

And outside you and Billie,
nobody knows me.

I just wanted one minute
out of today to be about...

Connecting?

Yeah.

I feel you, dog.

- You know that thing I do with the nuts?
- In the minibar, you told her?

- I had to, man.
- Did you tell her you stole that robe for me?

I forgot about that.
That was your birthday present, right?

You know what, you can't die now.
Sorry.

You gotta live so you can show her
the real Van Ray, the robe thief.

- You feel me?
- If you insist.

Afraid I do, partner.

Transfer from County.

Must be some mistake.
I don't have these guys scheduled.

- Check it again.
- I'm looking at it right here.

I said, check it again.

First, you're gonna stay away
from that panic button...

...on the left side underneath the desk.

Second, you're gonna let
these two gentlemen in.

Open the gate.

[GATE BUZZES]

BILLIE: Security on Jax is lightest
when he's on work detail.

According to his jacket,
he has skills as a carpenter...

...and has been assigned to a work crew
renovating part of the prison.

The renovations-area guard
rotates every three hours.

We'll be timing your arrival
with one of the rotations.

You'll be posing as two inmates
assigned to the renovation crew.

Where Lopez at, man?

Shift ended five minutes ago.

- Greene, Sanders, that's us.
- You're checked off, why aren't you inside?

Lopez didn't tell you?
We had to drain the main vein.

Yeah, we've gotta get back to work.
Ballard's gonna have our asses, man.

- Go ahead.
- All right. Ahem.

GUARD:
Wait.

Masks.

[PHONE RINGS]

- Hello.
J.J. [OVER PHONE]: It's J.J. In Security.

I'm watching you in the monitor.
Something don't look right.

I know.

J. J: Why is a hot chick like that
talking to an ugly turd like you?

I'm not really sure.

J. J:
Me neither, man. But don't ask questions.

Just seal the deal and hit that.

Preferably on the desk
where I can watch.

Over and out.

VAN:
It's a maximum-security prison.

The place is filled with guys qualified
to do a hit on Jax. Keep your eyes peeled.

MAN:
Come on, man, move it.

Not to worry. Ain't that him in there?

Got a guard to himself.

[GUN COCKS]

Hey, man, can we use this mop?

- Get back to work.
- Okay.

[GUARD GRUNTS]

- What took you wankers so long?
- Simple thank you would be nice.

[GROANS]

This is C Block.
We got a break in progress.

[BILLIE GRUNTS]

VAN: It's closing. Go, go.
DEAQ: Go, go, go.

[ALARM RINGING]

GUARD 1: Freeze.
GUARD 2: Hold it right there.

MAN [OVER PA]:
Security breach, security breach.

Lockdown, all cells. Lockdown.

- Fine. You've gotta hold on a bit longer.
- I'm fine.

Feel like sharing yet? What the deal is?

- Where we're taking you, man?
- Santa Monica Airport.

I'll need a jet to be prepared.

I hear you're the bird for that, love.

You'll have your plane.

Once we're in the air,
safely out of U.S. Airspace...

...I ring my associate,
give him what he's after.

Once he gets what he wants...

...you'll get the information
that will save your life.

We're switching cars.

BILLIE:
Hey, listen, um...

Before you go,
I have one question for you.

Professional curiosity.

The money.

Where did you put it?

I mean, you hid it so well,
the Scags and the police can't find it.

I always thought plain sight
was the best policy.

So I hid it right here.

[LAUGHING]

We got company.

[OFFICERS SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
OVER RADIO]

Sorry I had to follow you guys in here.

- Tags are expired, gonna write you up.
- Expired tags, are you kidding?

You know,
I have a lot of cars to look after.

- Where you guys flying to today?
- Oxnard.

Business or pleasure?

Is there ever any pleasure in Oxnard, sir?

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

TAYLOR: Have a nice day.
- Yeah, you too.

DEAQ:
See you, man.

DISPATCHER [OVER RADIO]:
Dispatch to all officers.

We have a 920.

Suspects are two white males,
one black male and one female.

Over.

[VAN GRUNTS]

[JAX GASPS
AND BULLET CASING CLINKS]

[THUD THEN JAX GRUNTS]

[THUD]

- We're cops, we're cops.
BILLIE: Lieutenant Chambers.

DEAQ:
Van, hang on, man.

[VAN PANTING]

VAN:
I can't... I can't breathe.

He's dead.

- What's wrong with him?
- He's going into shock.

TAYLOR: This is Taylor. We need medical
transport at the Santa Monica Airport.

[PHONE RINGING]

BILLIE: Give it to me.
TAYLOR: One male GSW...

What do you want?

CALLER [OVER PHONE]: Looks like you
and your boys screwed up, Chambers.

BILLIE:
Where are you?

CALLER: I'm close enough
to know that things went badly.

Jax was the only person who knew
where my payment was hidden.

With him dead, our deal is off.

JAX: I always thought
plain sight was the best policy.

So I hid it right here.

Yeah, I think I might know where it is.

CALLER:
You have one hour.

What's up?

Take Van to the hospital.
I'll meet you there.

- I need to borrow your car.
TAYLOR: What? Uh, uh, l... I don't think...

[TIRES SQUEALING]

Nice to see you, me little lovely.

And thanks for doing the heavy lifting.
I was wondering where Jax hid the dosh.

Yeah, well, this money's
no more yours than it is his.

Well, give it to me anyway,
and maybe I'll let you walk out of here.

[BOTH GRUNT]

He's blue. Let's do a high-flow oxygen.
Start him at 100 percent O2.

He gonna be okay?

DOCTOR: Toxicology hasn't identified
what's in his system.

We can't save him without knowing
what it is. You have to wait here.

- Deaq.
- Don't worry, I'm staying right with you.

Let's start a dopamine drip
at 2 mics per kilo per minute.

There's nothing more
we can do right now.

- Doc.
- I'm sorry.

[MACHINE BEEPING]

They can't help me, huh?

It's gonna be all right, Van.
Billie's out there.

[GRUNTS]

[MAN GRUNTS]

Billie.

Who do you think
she's gonna get to replace me?

Nobody.

You're my partner, Van. You.

[MAN GRUNTS]

Just do me one favor.

[VAN BREATHING HEAVILY]

Whoever it is...

...make sure you're as big a pain in the ass
to them as you were to me.

[PHONE RINGING]

Yeah.

CALLER [OVER PHONE]:
Nice work, Lieutenant Chambers.

Look, I got your money, okay?

CALLER:
You think this was about money?

You should have found something
along with the money.

A digital assistant.

Okay, I got it.

CALLER:
Open it. Look up a name.

Jeremy Adler.

Now read me
the 13-digit number under it.

Uh, 1763470428.

Good. Now memorize it.

Van was poisoned with a drug
called Zanafin.

It was nice doing business
with you, Wilhemina.

He's been poisoned with Zanafin. There's
not enough oxygen getting to his brain.

Give me an IV, 2 milligrams of lanathin blue
in 1 percent solution.

Don't exceed 7 milligrams.

Rummy. That's three in a row.

Are you letting me win?

- Something's going on.
- I'm not dying anymore, come on.

[BOTH LAUGH]

VAN: Hey.
BILLIE: Hey.

Doc says you're gonna be okay.

- Yeah, I'm feeling better already.
- Good.

Some of that time we spent apart was nice,
right? We should do that more often.

I don't know about the two of you,
but I'm feeling well-rested.

Well, that's good.
Because we have a lot of work ahead of us.

The caller, he wasn't interested
in the 1.4 million.

What he wanted was a number,
which he asked me to memorize...

...stored in a PDA
hidden in the same place.

- A number for what?
BILLIE: I don't know.

- But I think I know who he is.
- How'd you figure it out?

There was a lot of clues, but it wasn't until
he called me Wilhemina that I figured it out.

There was only one person
that ever called me that.

The first person I trained to work with me
when I created the Candy Store.

Except the idea of the Candy Store
was a little different back then.

Instead of training a cop to be a criminal,
I trained a criminal to be a cop.

The plan, it was a disaster.

His name, Nick McKussik.

[PHONE RINGING]

Let me get this.

- Deaq.
CALLER [OVER PHONE]: Detective Hayes.

I've got good news and bad news.

Which do you want first?

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