All language subtitles for Mob.City.S01E06.Stay.Down.1080p.WEB-DL.DD5.1.H.264-NTb

♪ I know you think
that you know me well ♪

♪ you got some stories that
I would not have you tell ♪

♪ but when push comes to shove,
baby ♪

♪ who can ring your bell?

♪ Today is a brand-new day

♪ and today is the day

♪ that we say

♪ hello again

[ gunshot ]

Where are the pictures?

They were here, I swear.
I don't know what happened.

Liar!

Hey, les.

I missed you at church.

Double-crossing bitch.

You put me in a corner.
Your turn.

I'd say you're outgunned.

It ain't a gun.

[ Grenade pin pops ]
Oops.

That's close enough.

I don't suppose
you brought my money.

Slipped my mind.

Disappointing.

We'll have to try this
again later.

What about the damn pictures?

We'll be in touch...

After me and you have a chat
about that very topic.

Aah!

[ Grunts ]

This guy bothering you,
miss?

Easy, fellas!

It's union station,
not the o.K. Corral.

What'll it be, Joe?

Uh, I don't suppose any of you
guys see a pin, do you?

The kind that goes
in a grenade?

Anybody?

Will this work?

There's nothing
to see here, folks --

just a man
choking on a bone.

[ Grunts ]

[ Panting ]

[ Grunting ]

Good thing I had a friend
listening in tonight.

I didn't know
you had a friend.

Neither did I.

Get up.
Get up.

You got to stop
doing us favors.

It only confuses things.

I'll gut you.

When I see you again,
I'm gonna gut you!

Save it for the coyotes.

Come on.

Terry: Teague.

Not so fast.

You hurt your leg?

How does it feel walking
with a dead woman?

Where the hell
are my pictures?

You switch them
to another locker?

You want them?
Earn them.

Her life --
that's my price.

That's not my decision
to make.

Then I'd talk to the man
that can make it.

You know the one.

Don't waste your breath.

Hecky had a deal
with these bastards,

and they shot him
in the back.

[ Chuckles ironically ]

You didn't tell her?

[ Chuckling ]

Sullivan, I owe you one.

You owe me a few.

[ Laughing sardonically ]

[ Laughing continues ]

San Francisco --
they'll have men waiting.

You're gonna get off somewhere
between here and there,

you're gonna switch trains.

What did he mean?

Don't tell anyone you go --
you don't tell anyone.

If you have to call me,
use a pay phone,

but you call me only
at the station, understand?

Joe.
Listen to me.

You're running
for your life now.

I'll try to fix things
from here, but if I can't,

y-you can't come back...

Ever.

What haven't you told me?

The oil field.

The moment I saw negatives,
I knew you took those pictures,

even if they hadn't been in
the plastic sleeves you love,

you have to
special-order from back east.

Hecky spouting off about tri-x
film like he's some expert.

"Push it to a stop,

you can shoot most anything,
even at night."

It's words I've heard a thousand
times out of your mouth.

If I'd arrested them that night
like I was supposed to,

your photos, they would have hit
the front page by morning.

You'd be dead by the end
of the week,

or if I'd let hecky
blow town

with you
and the money instead,

the mob would have found you
sooner or later.

Either way, it's the same --
both of you dead.

No.
He had it worked out.

Oh, he had a lot of things
worked out.

His plans got him killed.

Pardon my lack of faith.

You did it?

[ Gasps ]

[ Panting ]

He was headed
for the grave!

He was taking you
with him!

Yeah, I killed him.

And I'd kill him again.

To keep you safe,

I'd kill 100 men like him
and 100 after that!

I'd burn down the world
if I had to.

[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Train chugging ]

[ Chugging continues ]

[ Cork pops, cheering ]

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

To Benny Siegel!
He rides again!

[ Cheers and applause ]

[ Festive music playing ]

Tell me you got
the pictures.

Teague has them.

He wants to work a deal
with Ben --

the pictures for the girl.

These pictures are the bane
of our fricking existence.

I thought this cop
was your friend.

I thought hecky was yours.

Difference is, Joe wouldn't stab
me in the back for money.

Look, somebody's got to say it.
It's not a bad deal.

Can we trust her
not to talk?

She knows what happens
if she does.

Wouldn't be the first time
we walk away

from a witness
for smart reasons.

Okay, fixer, go fix.

Broker a meeting.
Let's see how good you are.

If not, we'll have to kill
everyone on general principle.

No pressure.

[ Music continues ]

[ Footsteps approach ]

Bowron:
Don't stop on my account.

In fact...

Dutch courage.

You're here to fire me.

That's the smart play --

distance yourself
as much as possible

from this God-awful mess.

I read your comments
to the press.

You didn't have to take the fall
for this, but you did.

You shielded me.

It was my play
in the first place.

It backfired.

And you've got
an election looming.

A screw-up this big,

somebody usually has to fall
on the sword.

I've had to make some
compromises along the way,

but you're not gonna be
one of them.

You've spent your career
eating shit

because you refuse to look
the other way.

That's the type of man
this city needs

as its chief of police.

Last I heard,
that job's taken.

I read his comments, too.

I noticed that he didn't try
to shield me.

Quite the opposite.

He didn't have any kind words
for either of us.

I get the feeling
he doesn't like you much.

As long
as you're committed

to exposing the corruption
in his department,

he'll be committed
to showing you the door.

Tell me something
I don't know.
Try this.

It's not just your job --
mine, too.

He thinks "mayor horrall"
has a nice ring.

It's pleasing to his ear.

What makes you think
he'll run?

He'll run, all right.

You know what that
makes you and me?

Allies.

I can't promise you the job,
but I promise you this --

I want that corrupt
son of a bitch gone.

I want his head on a pike
for the crows to peck

and the entire kingdom
to see.

If you bring me his head,

I will use every ounce
of my political leverage

with the police commission
to give you what you want.

I'll go after horrall...

...but not because
you promised me anything.

If that was
your reason, bill,

I wouldn't want you
for the job.

[ Sets glass down ]

[ Mellow piano music playing ]

Who was the twerp
with the hand grenade?

Hecky's silent partner.
Tipped him to the greenie hit.

So that asshole started
this whole thing?

Right now he's in a warehouse
somewhere wishing he hadn't.

I told her about hecky.

All of it.

How'd she take it?

If I hadn't put her
on the train,

she'd still be slapping me.

You did her a favor.

It's funny,
she doesn't see it that way.

Women.

I hear you want
to talk deal.

Get us on the same side.

You mean the side
that kills cops?

We all got boxed in here.

It's not pretty,
but it's where we are.

So, now what?

I meet with Siegel.

Beg him for Jasmine's life --
is that the approach?

I don't beg.

And he backs off or I send him
to the gas chamber.

I've got the pictures
to do it.

That sounds like blackmail.

Yeah.

Well,
you call it what you want.

All he's got to do
is see reason.

With Ben,
that might be asking a lot,

but I'll call you
in the morning.

You might wish you'd gotten
on that train, too.

[ Sighs ]

Where's the recording?

In the glove compartment.

"Thanks for coming, eddy."
You're welcome, Joe.

[ Glove compartment shuts ]

How'd you know to call me?

The night hecky Nash died,

we had Jasmine fontaine in
for questioning.

You brought her
a cup of coffee.

The first thing anyone does
when bringing a stranger coffee

is ask them how they take it.
You didn't.

You just gave it to her
like you already knew.

It doesn't take
much digging

to find a marriage license
or a divorce decree.

All that
from a cup of coffee.

I'm really good.

So what's in it for you?
What's your angle?

It's no angle.

Look, you're trying
to protect her.

You still have feelings.
I get that.

I have a tender heart.

Not everyone does.

Look, you can't keep her
a secret forever.

The truth
always catches up.

You need to make things right
before that happens.

Give hal the photos,

turn over the evidence
that brings down Ben Siegel,

and no one will hold a grudge --
not even Mike.

He's pretty ticked off
you punched him in the mouth,

by the way.

I'll think about it.

Don't think too long.

You sit on this,
I'll nail your hide to the wall.

[ Sighs ]

You're not an easy man
to do a favor for.

I know.

Hey!

Is she worth it?

[ Sighs ]

[ Engine turns over ]

It makes my blood boil.

Not the mobsters --
they're animals.

They don't know any better.

It's whoever gave up the
location to our safe house.

That's somebody under
our own roof --

[ taps front page ]
A cop.

Hal says
you turned this in.

He tells me
you're resigning.

We talked it over --

my wife and I.

I'll go back
and finish law school

and maybe try for a job
at the d.A.'S office.

I've got friends there.

I can make some calls
on your behalf

if that's what you decide.

I'll be sorry to lose
a good officer.

I'm not cut out for this.

I never was.

The mob threw
their best killers at us.

You killed one
and wounded the other,

in spite of being
wounded yourself.

What part of that do I view
as a failure of resolve...

Or nerve?

You weren't there.

I was.

Pinned down
in that hallway,

I've never been so scared
in my life,

and I couldn't even find
my stupid glasses.

The thought of putting on
my gun again

makes me want to throw up.

I made my choice.

What if you never had
to draw your gun again?

We need to clean up the force
from the inside.

I'm creating a new unit
to do just that --

an intelligence division.

Intelligence?

You can't fight crime

with half the police
on the mob's payroll.

We have to get rid
of that half --

keep the good guys,
dump the bad,

police the police.

It's a new idea --
never been done,

not on the scale
I'm thinking.

That won't be
very popular.

Doing the right thing
never is.

And you want me to work
for this new unit?

I want you to run it.

The division
for internal affairs.

You'll determine policies,
decide how it runs.

Your first task
would expose the mole

that got fat Jack
and our witness killed.

[ Scoffs ]
Oh, is that all?

No.

Then you're gonna help me
bring down our chief of police.

To clean out the rot,
you got to start at the top.

[ Chuckles lightly ]

Where do I sign up?

[ Acoustic guitar plays lightly
in distance ]

Hey, hon,
you come to join the party?

I've come for Ben.

Benny!

Siegel: What?!

There's some guy!

He looks important!

He a cop?

[ Guitar playing stops ]

[ Guitar playing resumes ]

Nuh-uh!

All right!
Hold on a sec!

Thank you, my dear.

He's a gentleman yet.

Ladies, scram.

[ Footsteps depart ]

[ Sighs ]

Meyer.

Ben.
Glad I found you.

I went to your house first.
Esta said you hadn't been home.

Since when are you
on the west coast?

Since this morning.
I'm at the biltmore.

If you get a chance,
I'd love to talk.

Benny --

bring pants.

What do you mean
he's not available?

What, are you kidding me?

Ned:
It's not his choice.

He's unexpectedly tied up
for a few hours.

As soon as he's done,
we'll deal with our situation.

Trust me, it's unavoidable.

So, where should I be?

The biltmore.
Wait in the lobby.

And stay out of the way until
I tell you. Can you do that?

Yeah, I can do that.

[ Line clicks ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Coin rattles ]

[ Soft piano music plays ]

Wait.

[ Door opens ]

Siegel:
Nice picture, huh?

This Greenberg business --
not so nice.

He had it coming, the prick,
and I dealt with it.

Like a bull in a China shop --
string of witnesses.

Dead witnesses.

Which wouldn't have
been necessary

if you hadn't gone off
half-cocked in the first place.

That's why
we have hitters, Ben.

They get their hands dirty
so you don't have to.

Some hitters -- yellow streaks
up their back a mile wide!

Benny, Benny,
we're old friends here.

Say it calm.

Two years greenie's been
spilling his guts to the feds.

Imagine the case
they were building.

Half the wise guys
on the east coast

would have been
behind bars.

They should be
kissing my ass.

Instead, they send you.

First, no one questions
that you did a solid.

Yes, it could have been
more subtle,

but everyone sees it
as a mitzvah,

me most of all.

Second, no one sent me.

I came of my own accord,

cross-country by train and snuck
into town like a refugee

out of friendship to you.

Now, are you gonna hug me,
or you gonna be an asshole?

Come here.
It's good to see you,
meyer.

Yeah, you putz.
Eat something.

It'll help your hangover.

Since when do refugees
travel first class?

You're a welcome sight,
sid.
[ Chuckles ]

How's L.A. working out
for you?

Ned:
Great, Mr. lansky.

Couldn't be better.
Good.

Siegel: I know you
didn't come 3,000 Miles

to rank me over greenie.

It's about Vegas.

No kidding.
When is it not about Vegas?

Ever since you started
building this hotel.

It's not the Taj Mahal,
Benny.

It is the Taj Mahal.

It's the palace
of versailles.

It's a casino --

a place to separate rubes
from their paychecks

in the middle of nowhere.

That's where you're wrong.

It's in the middle
of paradise...

[ Utensil clatters ]

...where gambling
is legal.

It's a license
to mint money.

You, of all people, should see
the potential, meyer.

You've always been
a man of vision.

You were the man
who saw the way things were

and how they could be.

You made it all happen.

Sid, tell him
how it was back when.

Sid: Prohibition?

[ Scoffs ]

It was idiots killing each other
to control street corners.

Meyer brought them
all together,

ran it like a real business --
meyer and Luciano.

No more spilling blood
over nickels and dimes.

Everybody prospered
because of you,

because of your vision.

And now I've got my vision,

and what I see is bigger than
anything that's come before.

Ben, the cost overruns
on this hotel of yours.

When it started,
it was gonna be $900,000 all in.

People thought
that was a big number.

You spent 6 million bucks.

That's "million"
with an "m".

The Taj Mahal
didn't even cost that much.

For what -- some plumbing
and some chintz curtains?

[ Indistinct whispering ]

Meyer...

You remember the night we
hijacked the irishman's booze?

You blew up the car
with the dynamite?

How could I forget?

We were three meshuggeners
with more balls than brains.

That was the start
of something big,

bigger than all of our dreams --
an empire.

It took us...

From the gutter to
this presidential suite,

eating lobsters
off of silver trays.

"More balls than brains"?
I disagree.

I say balls and brains
in equal measure.

And violin lessons.
[ Chuckles ]

We made 100 grand on that haul,
and that was 1925 money.

Remind me, sid.
What did we spend it on --

clothes, fancy cars,
loose broads? No.

We used it to build and expand
our business.

We reinvested it.

Benny...
Millions --

millions we've made since then,
but that's peanuts!

What I got going now
in Vegas --

the payoff is going
to rewrite the rulebook

on what is possible.

It's gonna boggle
the senses.

Billions.

Billions with a "b".

Ben...

They pulled the plug.

There's no more funding.

Not another dime.

That's what I came cross-country
to tell you.

Also, there's a million and
change that's unaccounted for.

They want that back.

They'll consider it
a no-interest loan.

I stole it?

That's the idea?

Who's to say?

But that broad you're banging,
Virginia hill --

word is she's dumping
a lot of money

into private Swiss accounts.

[ Sighs ] Jesus.

You son of a bitch! I'll cut
your goddamn head off!

Ben!
I will cut your head off!

We do not need
a corpse today.

Meyer:
Give me the knife.

Ben, give me the knife.

Ben!
[ Sighs ]

I am only reporting what nobody
else has the balls to say.

You could be
more diplomatic.

You let this happen,
meyer?

There was a vote.

That's how we set up
this empire, remember?

No emperor, just a senate,
majority rules.

And how'd you vote, meyer?
You're way out of line, Ben.

How'd you vote, meyer?!

I voted my conscience.

[ Sighs, scoffs ]

[ Clatter ]

I don't need you, meyer!

I don't need you or those
nutless old women back east

who call themselves men!

Ben.

Meyer was the only vote
in your favor.

He voted, knowing
it would go against him.

He was willing to be humiliated
for your sake,

but that's the kind
of friend he is.

That's right. Meyer got
outvoted -- first time ever.

Your Taj Mahal has diminished
his standing more than you know.

Now, he's too proud
to ever say it,

so I'm gonna say it for him.

At a certain point,

what happens to you
will be out of his hands.

Is that a threat?

There's no reasoning
with you.

Whoever could?

Don't you turn your back
on me!

Today I saw a man beg his friend
not to commit suicide

and that friend not caring
if they both wind up in a hole.

You make me sick
to my stomach.

[ Door slams ]

[ Elevator bell dings ]

[ Soft piano music playing ]

Not now.
Take my word on this.

[ Huffs ]

Joe!

Joe: Hey!

You don't blow by me.

Joe, another time.
I mean it.

This gets settled now.

Yeah, he's right.
Let's settle this.

Come on! Step up.
What do you got --

prints, negatives?
Show me.

Cameras, too --

the cause
of all of my grief.

Grab him.
No!

[ Grunting ]

Hold him!

[ Panting ]

Siegel: That picture-taking
bitch is already dead.

You got to make a decision.

You want to join her
in the coffin?

[ Panting ]

It's my final offer.

Looks like this man could use
a little ice.

[ Groaning ]

[ Grunts ]

I'll follow in a cab.

Come on.

Come on. Get up.

You know how many times
you saved my life?

Three times. I counted.

Let me save yours.

Listen close,

'cause this is where it happens
or it doesn't.

Every fighter knows
sooner or later,

there's a fight
you can't win.

You got to accept
that day is coming.

You told me that.

She's got a target
on her now.

Stay down, gunny.

The fight's over.

Let the ref count to ten.

[ Grunts ]

[ Breathing raggedly ]

[ Engine turns over ]

[ Engine shuts off ]

[ Car door closes ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Gun cocks ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Gunshot, glass shatters ]

[ Bullets whizzing,
glass shattering ]

[ Shell casings rattling ]

My final offer.

[ Glass shatters ]

Stay down,
stay down, stay down!

[ Panting ]

[ Engine turns over ]

I'm not gonna just leave him
like that.

You can't be within 100 Miles
of this!

I'm the face that talks
to the cops!

Terry,
get him out of here.

And take this.

Dead or not, they never find
these pictures, you understand?

You understand?!

Go.

[ Panting ]

[ Tires screech ]

[ Engine shuts off ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Sirens wailing ]

[ Sirens continue ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Engine turns over ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

Nice face.
What the hell?

I got into it with a thug.

You look like
you went 10 Miles.

You should see
the other guy.

I was in the hallway
when I heard the shots.

I made it to the threshold there
when he got hit.

I hear there's a stiff.
Anybody we know?

[ Camera shutters clicking ]

Horrall: At approximately
8:45 this evening,

an unidentified gunman
fired 11 rounds

from a .30-caliber rifle.

As many as nine of those rounds

entered the body
of Benjamin Siegel.

I'm not staying long.

It was good advice you gave,
ned -- "stay down."

But you gave it
to the wrong guy.

That's one way
to look at it.

Another way,

you just created
a power vacuum.

You think Jack dragna's
gonna sit on his ass

and let Mickey Cohen
inherit the rackets?

You think Mickey won't push back
and push back hard?

You think bunny's gonna
stay calm in the middle

when he gets caught up
in the crossfire?

You don't know what a powder keg
L.A. really is.

None of you cops do,
but you'll find out.

[ Rustling ]

Enjoy the drink while you can.
It's on me.

Good old Joe --

always putting out the fire
with gasoline.

Try not to take me with you
when you go up in flames.

[ Mellow jazz music plays ]

He was a crazy
son of a bitch.

[ Sighs ]

That's one of the things
that I liked about him.

Guy like that,
you get on his good side,

makes you feel like
a million bucks.

Class too.

Taught me how to dress.

Took an interest.

[ Sighs ]

I know you were tight.

I offer my condolences.

Ben always praised you,
Mickey,

said you were a person
who could be counted on.

He said that?

That's how we know we're putting
our trust in the right man.

I got to say this.

[ Clears throat ]

You got no resentment from me
over what happened...

With Ben, I mean.

I don't like it [Sighs]

But I know there were reasons,
so I accept it.

Ben was a handful.

He did not understand
compromise,

didn't care
who he pissed off.

But the thing is, Mickey...

It didn't come from us.

I'm not saying that it might not
have gone that way.

I'm just saying
that it didn't.

There has been no vote,

no decision handed down,

no action yet taken.

What this means...

Some motherless
piece of shit,

for reasons unknown to us,

just murdered my friend
Ben Siegel.

You are gonna find out who.

You are going
to find out why.

And you are going to cut us

the pound of flesh
that we are owed.