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Frank:
Most folks outside of Texas

don't give a rat's ass
about the Alamo.

No one cares about 180 Texans
who defended

a mud brick garrison
against 5,000.

Even though they knew
it meant their death,

not a single man fled.

That's honor.

Here in L.A.,

honor's just a name they give
girl babies in Westwood.

Ugh!
Frank: Oh, yeah.

Say good night, Irene.

Son of a --
Damn pedestrian.

[ Gunshot ]

Rebecca: Looks like
you could use some backup.

Maybe I'm getting
a little rusty.

[ Gunshot ]

[ Chuckles ]

Man: Player 2.

God, this reminds me
of that bowling alley

you used to take me to --
that one in Hollywood.

Hollywood Star Lanes.

It was a crime when
they tore down that place.

Yeah.
[ Gunshots ]

Those were
some fun Saturdays.

Never seen a kid
drink so many grape sodas.

Remember what you told me

the first day
I came to work for you?

Never shoot a large-caliber man
with a small-caliber weapon.

That if I ever needed
to hit the pause button,

all I had to do was ask.

[ Gunshots ]

Well...

I'm asking.

What's the deal
with you and Kyle?

You remember Billy?

Of course.

Kyle's his son.

And?

I promised Billy I'd do
what I could to help him.

I don't trust him, Frank.

Neither should you.

You got some facts
to back that up?

Something's not right
about him.

Don't tell me
you haven't noticed.

He's okay.

Frank.

Don't worry about it.

[ Gunshots ]

* I just wanna hear you
say the words *

* Say the words

* Oh, no, no

Kyle: Dad hid something.
He buried a key.

What's it go to?

He buried a key.

Someone went to
a lot of trouble.

Find the right lab,
and you might be able

to raise those numbers
from the grave.

[ Gunshots ]

No.

Not happening.

No, back up.

I know you well enough
to know

when your mind
is on your father's case.

[ Sighs ]
Not a turn-on?

No!

Not with me
working graveyards.

Mornings are
supposed to be our time.

We talk, we run...

fool around.

You leave for work,
I go to sleep.

Everybody's happy.

You're right.

Sorry.

Come again?

You're right.
No need to gloat.

Uh-huh. [ Laughs ]

It's just, my dad
left a whole stack

of open cases
when he died.

I...thought maybe
I can go back over them.

Sure.
You could do that.

Or...you could do this.

[ "Say the Words" plays ]

* ...without me

* Feed my ego,
then I'll be the man *

Windowski: It all started
after two dozen kids overdosed

at one of those, uh,
electric dance things.

Rave.

Now, four of them died.

They've been taking a new,
very potent form of MDMA.

Now, on the streets,
they're calling it sphynx.

Now, it seems to have hit
the West Coast first.

We're thinking it might be
coming out of Burma.

Then it's not cartel dope.

So who's bringing it in?

That's what
we're gonna find out.

We got a tip.

A large shipment
is supposed to be coming

into the Port of Los Angeles
tonight.

And we're all gonna be there
when it arrives.

Now, the plan is
to record the exchange,

gaffle buyer and seller,
confiscate the dope.

Any questions?

Frank: Two.

How does this involve me?

Why are there
no pastries here?

Well, Windowski
can't take the gluten.

It's just the acid reflux.

I mean,
mostly, I miss the pizza.

You know --
Hey.

Why am I here?

Tip came in from a C.I.

working security
down at the port.

Son of a bitch
hit pay dirt.

Only catch is
that the C.I. refused

to go through
with the operation.

He won't even show up.

Unless you're there
when it goes down,

backing him up, Frank.

He asked for you
specifically.

Who's the C.I.?

Carlos Cortez.

Who's Carlos Cortez?

An old C.I. of mine.

Your dad and I found him.

Hell, we created him.

iAyúdeme! iAyúdeme!

Police brutality!

Police brutality!

Pipe down!
Nobody's touched you yet!

But you're gonna!

You're gonna do
some police brutality on me!

[ Dogs barking ]

[ Coughing ]
Someone call an ambulance!

I think I'm gonna be
having a heart attack!

It's called a cramp,
gordo.

We should arrest
his gym teacher.

He's the real criminal here.

I'd like to see you try.

The two of you together
couldn't take Mrs. Needham.

You're probably right.

Hold still, now.

* Oh, yeah

Hey. What's this?

[ Siren wailing in distance ]

Time in the 40 must be, like,
what, an hour and a half?

How the hell'd
you survive out here this long?

I'm smart.

How smart?

**

Okay, hit it.

Okay.

[ Laughs ] That was good.

That was good.

You want to play on that one?
Get one.

Aah! [ Laughs ]

Thought you were
gonna kill me.

Sorry.

iCarnal! Where you been?

Kicking ass. And I'm seriously
thinking about kicking yours.

You're pissed.
Okay, that -- that's okay.

Damn straight I'm pissed.

[ Both laugh ]

I haven't heard from you
in how long?

Oh, probably
Eva's birthday, right?

I'm gon kick your ass.

Come to find out
you're freelancing

for those slaps
in Narcotics.

Thought you were
out of the game.

I keep a toe in,
you know?

And I swear, Frank,
this one just dropped in my lap,

like a dog in a shelter

just [whining] "Oh, please,
Carlos, take me home."

I'm working security
down there, right?

Dude comes up to me, tells me
I can make a lot more money

if the port is a little
less secure this evening.

Big shipment of this sphynx
coming in from Macau.

All I got to do
is not see it.

So I fed the lead to Windowski
down in Narcotics division,

they make the bust,
I make a nice commission.

Who fed you the tip?

Hang on. Who's Lando?

Carlos Cortez, Kyle Craig.

[ Chuckling ]
Yeah, he's Billy's son.

Hey, that practically
makes us brothers, man.

[ Laughs ]

Hey, your old man,
he was --

Yeah. He was.

Frank.

Hace mucho tiempo.

Frank: [ Laughs ]
Too long, Paula. Too long.

You gonna stay
for dinner?

I wish we could.

Give a kiss
to your padrino.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, you're beautiful!

Good, huh?
Gotten so big.

Give us a minute, baby,
okay?

I'll see you soon, okay?

Looking forward to it.

Mama.

Bye, Eva.

My old lady got laid off.

Money's tight.

I need this one, Frank.

And I want mi angel de la guarda
there watching my back.

[ Sighs ]

Okay.

[ Laughs ]
Yeah, boy!

Oh, with you and Billy 2.0
over here on the case,

it's gonna be like
old times, man.

Old times.

* Check the stroll,
see a real boss walk *

* Chain sick, see the cold
that my cross caught *

* And I'm still in the streets
like a crosswalk *

[ Grunts ]

Pissed at Kyle or that Frank
brought him into the unit?

It's not like
he's replacing you, Becca.

I'm worried
about the team.

Why aren't you?

Frank's like
the Cat in the Hat.

Shows up on a rainy day,
trashes the house,

leaves you thinking
you're completely screwed,

and he always
cleans it all up.

How the hell did you
ever pass the psych eval?

Had a friend take it for me.
We kind of look alike.

Look, Frank's smart, but he has
got a big-ass blind spot

named Billy Craig,
and Kyle is standing in it.

Frank can't see what's coming,
but I can.

Kyle's gonna
tear this unit apart.

I don't think so.

Why not?

The day we met Kyle, I felt
the pull of the Red Thread.

It's a Zen thing.

The day of your birth,
the gods tie

an invisible thread around you,
connecting you

to all those you're fated
to meet in this life.

It's called
the Red Thread of Fate.

Sometimes,
if you're very still,

you can feel it
tugging on you.

Uh-huh.

Well, if the thread's invisible,
how do you know it's red?

Look, I didn't believe in it,
either --

till the day I met you.

[ Gate opens ]

Tommy: Hey.

Frank: Go ahead and brief them,
Corporal Craig.

Standard drug exchange.

Narco has a C.I.,
Carlos Cortez,

working security on the gate
at the end of Pier 4.

Your Carlos?

Drug buyers drive up --
probably in a van --

to haul away the sphynx.

Carlos I.D.s the buyer,

then they move into the port
to the sellers, and we --

We let Narco make the bust.

We do?

It's their rodeo.
I don't care about the dope.

We're just there
to watch Carlos' back.

[ Foghorn blows ]

Kyle: You've never
done that before.

Check your ammo, I mean.

Now you've done it
three times.

You okay, Frank?

Got eyes
on Windowski or Baker?

No. But isn't that
the idea?

Circle around to Rebecca.

Just talk to her.

I want you to go
so I can have a little me time.

Is that okay with you,
trainee?

I don't care if Rebecca
has to stand on your head.

You find her
some high ground

so she's got a clear shot
at that gate.

[ Nelly's "Hot In Herre" plays ]

They're slinging
out of that yellow house

down on 104th.

Bounty Hunters?

Crenshaw Mafia.

How many inside?

Four that I saw.

Big Burgundy runs the show,

keeps a gauge propped up
behind the door.

Big-ass pit bull in the bedroom
guarding the dope.

Son of a bitch!

Carlos.

You're not afraid to walk into
a house full of Bloods, right?

Mm-hmm.

So don't be afraid
of the damn ball.

Go.

Frank: Carlos, good,

but this time,
don't chase after it.

Once you load up
on that back leg,

hold that flex in that back knee
as you step into it.

Squash the bug.

Oh!

Whoo! [ Laughs ]

Ye-ah, boyy!

That one
just left the yard, kiddo!

It better.

[ Whispering ]
Only way he's getting
around bases is walking.

* ...what's the use?
I said... *

Rebecca, Frank wants --

There's no clear shot
at the gate --

not without me
breaking cover.

How'd you know
what he wanted?

She knows Frank.

Thought I did.

I miss something?

[ Tires screeching,
engines revving ]

[ Tires screech ]

[ Car doors close ]

Who the hell
are these guys?

They buying or selling?

Neither. It's a setup!

Carlos!
Get out of there!

No!

[ Engine revs, tires squeal ]

Oh, you dumb,
fat son of a bitch.

Why couldn't you
ever run faster?

[ Exhales sharply ]

**

[ Sirens wailing,
police radio chatter ]

[ Siren chirping ]

Windowski: I don't know
what the hell went wrong, Frank.

I thought we had this
locked down.

Just...bad intel
on the buy, I guess.

It's a shame
about your C.I.

He seemed like a good kid,
but he knew the risk.

Frank! Frank! Easy!

Hey!

You idiots!

There is no transport.

No buyer!

This whole damn thing
was a snipe hunt!

Yeah!

Somebody suspected
there was a snitch,

so they fed a bogus tip into
the pipeline to flush him out.

Hey! Hold on.

Man: Hey, hey, hey, hey!

You're really not
supposed to do that!

Oh! I mean,
that is a serious biohazard.

Now's when all the...whatever
comes leaking out,

and you don't know where
that dude's been, you know?

Keep them. I'm immune.

Blood's eight part whiskey,
and I date a hooker.

I'm good.

Whatever, man.

Is this some kind
of religious thing?

Nah, man.

I just don't dig riding around
in the dark with dead dudes.

This guy's Yakuza, Frank.

Thanks.

I hadn't noticed
the Yakuza tattoos

that cover his entire body.

What is it?

You ever peel the label
off a beer bottle?

Just something to
do with your hands
while you're drinking?

Yeah, but I never kept
the label.

You might if it was
1,000 bucks a bottle.

Stuff's illegal
in the States.

Only one place in town
you can get it.

Also happens to be
a Yak hangout.

Gokana Pachinko Club.

Isn't that a private club?
We can't just walk in there.

[ Chuckles ]

Oh, ye of little faith.

[ Sighs ]

* Purple lights in the canyon

* That's where I long to be

[ Dog barking ]
Nice neighborhood.

* With my three
good companions *

[ Knock on door ]

Konbanwa.

No way we get in.

Three, two...

Who the hell
are you fools?

The welcome wagon.

[ Chuckling ]
Yeah, baby.

Oh!

Waste not.

[ Chuckles ]

* In the canyon

* That's where I long to be

* With my three
good companions *

[ Up-tempo pop music plays ]

[ Woman singing in Japanese ]
[ Bell dinging ]

Oi.

You guys look familiar.

And I don't mean that
in a racist way.

Baka.

Who sent you
to kill Carlos Cortez?

[ People screaming ]

Hey! You know, this is
kind of like that Pokémon game.

'Cause, see,
I already caught red and green.

Now, you better start
talking English

and making
all kinds of sense,

or I swear to God, I'm gonna add
blue to my set right now.

[ Speaks Japanese ]

Hey, trainee.

How's a Yakuza
like a cue ball?

Harder you hit them...

[ Grunts ]

Bastard cop.

...better their English gets.

Man: FBI!
Man #2: Drop your weapons!

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Guns cocking ]

**

**

[ Scoffs ]

Light foam, sir.

[ Sighs ]

[ Sniffs ]

[ Groans softly ]

You know, there are agents
who live for this.

Having locals over a barrel.

Not me.

I don't relish the role
of vice principal,

giving the cool kids detention
for smoking in the boys' room.

It's a waste of my time.

I'm Noah Boudreau,

special agent in charge
of the Bureau's L.A. office.

Where's
the little blue guy?

He's a Japanese national,
so we're transferring him

into the care of Immigration
and Customs Enforcement --

for now.

That Japanese national's good
for a murder.

I don't doubt it,

but I have more pressing
problems at the moment.

We know the Yakuza are seeking
to control the ports

from San Diego to Seattle,

which are vital
in our battle against terrorism.

The drug smuggling's
their first successful inroad.

We've made a few arrests,
but as of now,

we don't know
who's calling the shots.

When we find him, we cut
the head off the serpent,

Homeland can regain security
to the ports,

and we all sleep safer.

I sleep just fine.

You two compromised an ongoing
federal investigation.

We had that club
under surveillance for months.

We were up on a wire.

Your actions burned us.

We had no choice but to come in
and contain the damage.

You knew.

You knew they were gonna kill
Carlos, and you let it happen.

Excuse me?
You said
you were up on a wire,

so you would've heard
all the chatter.

Yakuza feeding their people
bogus intel

trying to root out
the snitch.

It wasn't Carlos
they were after, was it?

They were onto you.

So you fed them Carlos
to protect your investigation.

He was a good kid,

and you bastards
just served him up.

Informants have
a faster expiration date

than most, Detective.

I don't get to be sentimental.
That's a luxury I don't have.

Some Islamic radical
smuggles a fissile weapon

into San Pedro,
that's on me.

That awesome responsibility
is mine to bear,

and I take that home with me
every night.

I have to protect
our national security.

National security, my ass.
More like job security.

You're not a lawman --
You're a politician

with a decorative
shoulder holster.

You wouldn't even be here
if you didn't think

there was a press conference
at the end of this rainbow,

a promotion,

maybe a private bathroom
in Washington.

Take a look out there.

That's Carlos Cortez's
newly minted widow

and his 3-year-old daughter.

She had to bring the kid
'cause there's no one else home

to watch her,
and there's never gonna be.

Kid won't even
remember him.

So why don't you tell them

how you have
this awesome responsibility

and her husband had
an expiration date?

I'm sure
they'll understand.

We're done here.

No, you're done!

I'm just getting started.

Come on.

[ Crying ]

[ Voice breaking ]
He loved you, Frank.

He loved you.

[ Crying ]

[ Christmas music playing ]

What the hell is this?

Come on, man.
Just open it.

This isn't...?

It's my bat.

You got the rest of these guys
fooled, Frank,

but I know
your gooey center.

Look, all that time

you and Billy
teaching me how to hit,

those are, like,
my fondest memories, man.

For real.

No matter what other crazy stuff
was going down with me,

the time
I spent with you guys,

you made me feel...normal,
like I had a family.

Thanks -- for everything.

I can't take this.
You should keep it.

No, man.

There's a piece of Billy
in that bat.

But look, I didn't just come by
to bring you the bat.

I came by 'cause I got to
ask you something, man.

Paula and me just had a baby --
Eva Maria Cortez.

[ Chuckles ]

Man, she's beautiful.

Paula and I,
we talked it over,

and we want you
to be Eva's padrino.

I want you to be godfather
to my little girl.

I'd be honored, Carlos.

Honored.

[ Crying ]

Come on.
Let me get you out of here.

[ Sobs ]

Detective Craig.

This is Takashi Koh,

CEO of the shipping company
where Carlos worked.

Sir.

Oh, please,
call me Takashi.

It's, uh, terrible
what happened.

I didn't know Carlos personally,
but he was a good employee.

Anyone supposed to be
working with him out there?

Maybe called in sick?

I don't know.
I can find out.

That'd be a great help.

Thank you.

They were Yakuza,
weren't they?

The men who killed him.

What do you know
about them?

[ Chuckles ]

Dude, I'm from Danville,
California.

I inherited this company
from my old man.

I didn't know anything
about the Yakuza

except for what I'd seen
in the movies --

until I started hearing rumors
about them moving on the ports.

Good morning.
I'm Andy Garcia.

A-Agent, uh, Garcia.

I'm with, uh, Immigrations
and Custom Enforcements.

Morning.

Tommy: 20 bucks
Moreno ends up in the cell

with that Japanese guy.

You're on.

Moreno: I'm here to pick up
a Japanese national.

He's got this.

I'm on a bit of a time clock,
too, so let's, uh...

Yeah, well,
aren't we all, sir.

I'm gonna
have to verify that.

Go ahead, homey.

[ Scoffs ] "Homey."

[ Telephone beeps ]

Get me Lockhart.

Capture that call.

[ Keyboard clacking ]

The FBI set my informant
up to die.

Doesn't that mean anything
to you?

National security trumps
any local operation.

It's their show now.

[ Telephone ringing ]

Let's say unicorns stampede
down the 405,

Texas finally secedes,

and I wake up
sandwiched between

1979 Catherine Bach
and Adrienne Barbeau.

What do they say
to each other? Huh?

Have you been drinking?
Usually.

Almost got it.
Almost got it.

[ Ringing ]

[ Ringing continues ]
My point is, those feds
are wasting your time

with that guy in custody.

No way they're gonna
convince that Yak to yak.

That's not your problem
anymore.

Hell it isn't.

Rebecca:
Deputy Chief Lockhart.

Ma'am, this is Bruner
down in Detention.

We have an ICE agent
down here

to pick up a Japanese national
from the Pachinko Club.

Is it that jackass Garcia?

Give him what he wants
and get him out of here.

You have
my full authorization.

Roger that, ma'am.

He's all yours.

[ Receiver clicks ]

[ Laughs ]
Great. Cool.

[ Pulsating tone ]
I'm ordering you
to stay out of this one, Frank!

Find yourself another windmill
to tilt your lance at.

As of now,
this one is off-limits.

And if I find out
otherwise,

you or anyone helping you
will lose their job

and be brought up
on charges of obstruction.

Understand?

Agent Boudreau, FBI.

We're here to transfer
that Japanese national

to Immigration
and Customs Enforcement.

Y--

We just gave him
to Andy Garcia.

What?

And the Oscar
goes to...

I know, right?

That's some "Mission:
Impossible" right there.

You catch all that,
Spicoli?

Yeah, aces, buddy.

[ Chuckles ]
All day long.

You just stay right there
and don't move.

Yo, so does this count
as my community service or what?

[ Laughs ]

Hajime!

[ Men grunting ]

Yaaah!

[ Groans ]

When I said
I wanted this thing handled,

did I not
make myself clear?

"Handled" means
traitor dead,

witnesses dead,

my exposure zero.

"Handled" does not mean an army
of cops and feds at the club.

That is what I would call
mishandled.

Ours is a culture
of results,

and this result is just...

way beyond pathetic.

I want to make amends...

[ Speaks Japanese ]

The old way.

[ Chuckling ] What?
No. No. No, no, no, no.

We're way beyond fingers,
my man.

If you really want
to make it up to me...

shove that blade
into your belly.

Spill your entrails
before me.

That's the old way.

It's the way
of the samurai.

Which I really dig.

Oh, geez.
Where are my manners?

Here, dude.
Let me help.

[ Grunts ]

[ Thud ]

When you're done
cleaning this crap off my mat,

find those cops
that broke into Gokana.

Start taking limbs
until you persuade one of them

to tell us how much they know
about our plans.

And then, if it's not
too much trouble,

kill them all.

**

Kyle! Come on.
We got to get out of here.

Why?

You son of a bitch!
Where is he?

Where's who?

You know who --
my detainee.

Well, how the hell
would I know?

I've been
up in Lockhart's office.

Wait.

Are you telling me
you lost your detainee?

Boy,
you really screwed up.

You know, I'd say
you better find him,

but I know you guys
couldn't track an elephant

through 10 feet
of fresh snow.

[ Elevator bell dings ]

[ Sighs ]

This guy
was a big attraction.

But, as you can see,
he is on a timeout.

Yeah, he doesn't really
play well with others.

Yeah, he ate
two of his roommates,

so they dumped him
in quarantine.

See, I love sharks.

Before I was a cop,
I was a pro surfer --

which did not suck,
brother.

Endorsements, groupies.

But one day, I'm surfing
in Australia -- Byron Bay --

and this great white decides
to swing on by and say hello.

[ Grunts ]

So, I'm clinging
to my board,

because what the hell else
am I gonna do, right?

The man in the gray suit
just keeps circling.

[ Grunting ]

Hell, maybe it was
the blood loss,

but this feeling
came over me, man.

Blissful, almost.

I never felt more alive
than at that moment right there

when I could literally reach out
and caress death gliding by.

It's a gift to be able
to live in that moment,

taste the sweet air
in your lungs.

That's why I'm a cop.

What, are you trying
to bore him to death?

[ Grunts ]

I thought we were
just gonna scare him.

Doesn't he look scared?

[ Gasping ]

Help!
[ Chuckles ]

Help me!

Who ordered
the hit on Carlos?!

Hey, try not to struggle
too much, too.

You're getting him
all excited.

It was Takashi!

He's the boss!

Please! Get me out!

That was a bogus tip
about the sphynx shipment,

so where's the real one?

In a shipping container
in the port!

It was in front of you
all the time.

The whole time!

Please! Help me!

He hated
the word "informant."

So your dad and I called him
our private investigator.

He wanted to be a cop.

Just couldn't pass
the physical.

This wasn't your fault,
Frank.

[ Cellphone rings ]

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Talk to me.

The dope was there
the whole time,

right next to us --

in a shipping container
in Takashi's warehouse.

It's Takashi, Frank.

He's the shot caller.

Takashi ordered the hit.

[ Engine revs ]

Kyle: Pretty quiet.
Frank: Yeah.

Nobody to see us disobeying
Lockhart's direct orders.

Then again,
nobody but us

in danger of going to prison
for obstruction.

There's enough dope here

to supply the whole
western United States.

Try the whole damn country.

Hey.

Look what I found.

He was watching us.

I got his phone.

We're gonna have company.

How much company?

An army.

You guys are screwed.

[ Grunts ]

Told ya.

This dope's
got to be worth millions.

Takashi's not gonna
just let it go.

We can't call for backup.

Nope.

So we're on our own.

Carlos died for this,

and I'm not about to let those
bastards get their hands on it.

Not without a fight.

You guys don't have to stay.

Stop talking, Frank.

You were looking a little rusty
yesterday, Frank.

You need all the help
you can get.

None of us
are going anywhere.

[ Tires squealing,
engines revving ]

Konnichiwa, ass clowns.

**

**

Man: You guys can still
live through this.

All we want is the product.

Toss your guns on the deck,

and I'll let you walk away
with your lives.

What's your answer?

Answer him.

* And the 180 were challenged
by Travis to die *

* By the line
that he drew with his sword *

* When the battle was nigh

* Any man that would fight
to the death crossed over *

* But him that would live,
better fly *

* And over the line went 179

* Hey, Santa Anna, we're killing
your soldiers below *

* That men, wherever they go

* Will remember the Alamo

I'm out!

I got you.

Go. Go! Go! Go! Go!
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

Kyle: I'm out!
Tommy: Me too!

We're out of ammo!

[ Machine-gun fire ]

I'll tell you this.

I'd rather be with you guys
than Landry's '77 Cowboys.

And they crushed the Broncos
at the Super Bowl.

[ Gun clicks ]

[ Machine-gun fire continues ]

[ Shotguns firing ]

[ Gunfire stops ]

Sorry we're late.

[ Scoffs ]

Had to pick up
some doughnuts.

Baker wanted to make sure
they were hot.

Bring the car around.

And make sure they've got
the plane all gassed up

by the time I get there.

[ Clank ]
[ Grunts ]

[ Chuckles ]

What?
You leave your gun at home?

A bullet's quick.

Carlos deserves better.

Oh, this is the part where
I ask you to come along quietly.

Please don't.

[ Chuckles ]

Thataboy.

This sword
has been in my family

for five generations,
Detective.

You should feel honored
that I'm gonna kill you with it.

This bat belonged
to Carlos Cortez --

a good kid
from a bad neighborhood,

a man of honor in a world
running real short on it.

He gave it to me
when he asked me

to be godfather
to his little girl.

And you should feel honored

I'm gonna beat your ass to death
with it, you son of a bitch.

[ Chuckles ]

Out of your league.

Should've hung up your spurs
a long time ago, cowboy.

[ Groans ]
[ Bat clatters ]

[ Panting ]

Sign of a great warrior
is knowing when to quit.

You a great warrior?

Probably not.

[ Grunts loudly ]

But this isn't about me.

[ Gun cocks ]
Frank!

Don't!

Get out of here, Kyle.

Carlos, my dad --

this isn't what either of them
would've wanted.

They both stood for something,
died for something,

but this isn't it.

[ Breathing heavily ]

Man: LAPD!

[ Guns cocking ]

Rebecca:
You okay, Frank?

Should've killed me
when you had the chance.

[ Handcuffs click ]

Pack up the podium,

'cause I screwed
your press conference.

Hardly, Frank.

The press will love

hearing about
the joint task force I led.

I just made America safer.

Yeah?
Keep telling yourself that.

Maybe one day,
it'll come true.

I need a drink.

I'm gonna grab some more ice.
You up for another round?

Always.

Kyle?

Why not?

With Alyse on graveyards,
day drinking's the new normal.

[ Tapping ]

Are we cool?

Because, you know,
with this team --

[ Chuckles ]
No, no, no.

There's no you in what
me and Tommy have with Frank.

We're family.

Family, huh?
Yeah.

You sailed in here
on your dead daddy's rep.

Frank told me.

What?

He promised Billy
he'd look after you,

and that's why you're here.

I'm here because
Frank promised to help me

get to the bottom
of my dad's murder.

He gave me his word.

Until today, I would've said
that was a piecrust promise.

Easily made, easily broken.

But not anymore.

I know Frank will do
whatever it takes

to solve my dad's murder.

And so will I.

So, where do me and Tommy
fit into all of this?

'Cause, like it or not,

our fates are tied
to you and Frank.

You tell me.

Well...

till Frank
puts Billy's murder to bed,

that shadow hangs
over all of us.

Maybe you are here to bring him
back to the light.

Maybe so.

Hey, partner.

Long time.

They got Carlos.

Sons of bitches killed our boy.

Here's to
our private investigator.

[ Grunts ]

52 stitches, man.

[ Groans ]

Don't bounce back
like I used to.

Good thing
your kid's riding shotgun.

I swear, when he laughs --

which is seldom --

might as well be you in the car.

Couldn't have been easy
for Kyle,

losing me so young.

Well, he's hell-bent
on tracking down

who put you here.

Kyle found the key.

Figured out those numbers
on your arm

were a damn Bible verse.

I got another verse
just for you, Frank.

Isaiah 27:1.

Leviathan,
the gliding serpent.

It's a monster big enough
to take on God himself.

Walk soft, brother.

Pray he don't
see you coming.

Walking softly
was never my specialty.

Hey, Frank.

Yeah.

What are you gonna do
when Kyle finds out?

**