All language subtitles for The Shield Season 3 Episode 13 - Fire In The Hole

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–Daddy.
–Okay, honey, okay.

It's okay, I'm here. Let me see.

–Oh, my God.
–Yeah.

What happened?

I was in the bathroom,
and they had some soup on the stove.

Matthew got ahold
of some cooking spray and…

–Where is he?
–My mom took him and Megan.

He didn't know what he was doing.

Hey, listen, thanks for all your help.

If your wife hadn't grabbed
that fire extinguisher…

this whole place could've burned up.
–Yeah, you know what?

I left the stove on too high,
and the grease just went:

Get some stuff together. You and
the kids are coming to my place.

–Vic…
–You can't stay here.

Help your mom pack up, please.

Listen, I think we both know
that this wasn't a grease fire.

I need to determine
if it was set intentionally.

It wasn't.

I have a young boy
who has developmental problems.

His mom is worried sick about him. He
was just playing where he shouldn't be.

He's only 7 years old.

I'm sure I can write this up
as an accident.

I appreciate it.
Thank your boys for me, okay?

You ever need a favour…

Hey, are you talking now?

You that new nurse here
for my sponge bath, right?

We lost you to the twilight zone there
for a few weeks, man.

Doctor says you can start rehab
pretty soon.

I'll be back riding with you guys
in a minute.

Everybody misses you.

You remember much?

Last thing I can see…

is getting into it with Shane.

You remember that?

I just remember fighting with him.

We got our first good hit
off the AG C surveillance.

We've been monitoring the bugs
and cameras planted in four cars.

Mainly blunts and blowjobs,
but some pretty good prelim intel.

Chief's asking why we've sunk a ton
and still haven't come up with anything.

Oh, this ought to cure his blue balls.
Check it out.

What's up?

All right.

Here's half the money.
You're gonna get the rest after.

After tomorrow night,
you guys will be long gone.

Hey, man, the Horde's good for it.

That's Jantell Davis. He's a player
with the Spookstreet Souljahs.

–Jesse Ventura here is with the Horde.
–The biker gang?

What are the Aryans doing
with a black banger in Farmington?

It's no Rainbow Coalition.

Horde rolls into town to do a job.
They grease the natives.

Nobody's feathers get ruffled.

Deal was probably
brokered in the joint.

–What's the job?
–We don't know what the target is.

Just that it's going down tonight…

and Jantell's providing getaway
and layoff cars.

–The Horde's got a violent history.
–No joke.

They dropped two bank guards
last week in Sacramento.

–So this is all we have?
–At the moment.

So how do we find out
the when and where…

without exposing to them and the
marks that we're bugging AG C's cars?

It's gonna be a balancing act.

–Someone miss the drive-through?
–Came up stolen.

We were in pursuit.
Driver tried a shortcut.

–How bad?
–Dove out of the way just in time.

Driver fled on foot. We lost him.

–Owners. Been open less than a week.
–I'll talk to them.

–Did you see the man driving the car?
–No.

Scotch. No tax sticker.

–That's a lot of stolen booze.
–Yeah, 30-year-old booze.

This stuff is worth, like, 120 a fifth.

–I'm a light beer man, myself.
–This is single malt.

–You don't know what you're missing.
–You could school me sometime.

No insurance. It'll come out of
their pocket if we don't find the guy.

Well, even if we catch our rabbit,
I doubt he can cover these damages.

–Who we looking for?
–Bootlegger.

I thought we were gonna
keep this under wraps.

This AG C sting could go on
for months. A year even.

I'm gonna be moving on.
Claudette's gonna be moving in.

Might as well get her up to speed now.

Jantell made a call after the meet
to a cloned cell phone.

Reported in he got half the payoff.
Ten G's.

It's gotta be something big
for the Horde to drop 20 grand.

Armed car schedules for today.

Plus personnel info for banks
and cheque-cashing joints.

Do you want me to alert these places?

Let's do our homework first before
we get these people all worked up.

We're clamping down on Spookstreet.

Bust one of their bangers
on something unrelated.

Sweat him until he gives us this heist.
That'll keep AG C in the clear.

If you need anything from this end,
run it through Claudette.

Let's not make this a contest, okay?

You work together.

You running the Strike Team again?

Aceveda's just keeping me
in the loop.

Yeah, and?

I'm in the loop.

Yeah, I have got my own things too.
Very hush-hush.

Tavon's up and talking.

–You spoke to him?
–He's groggy, but he's making sense.

–Sweet.
–Really?

–What did he say to you?
–The good news is he's recovering.

The bad news is he remembers
a fight with Shane…

before Mara clocked him
over the head with an iron.

What?

–Tavon told you that?
–No, Vic did.

But Tavon remembers
everything up to that.

Wait a minute, what happened?

Shane put Tavon in the hospital.
He lied to us.

He came into my home.

–Yeah?
–He threw down first.

Why didn't you tell us
instead of making up bullshit?

–It was my call not to tell you.
–Really?

–I was trying to protect the team.
–You think this is still a team?

I'd do the same thing for you.

–You won't need to with me.
–There's dirt on your hands just like us.

Look, we can toss around blame
or we can fix it.

If this gets hung on Shane,
we're all under the microscope.

They look hard enough,
they'll find our money-train cash.

So, what do we do about Tavon?

He's only gonna remember more,
not less.

Goddamn it.

Shit.

Jantell and his boys are hopping today.

Look, all the crap
we've been through lately?

Trust me, we're a team.
We just gotta get through this.

We never should have
taken that money.

God.

–Hey, take a walk.
–You take a walk.

We're on the eye here.

Walon? What the hell are you doing?
You're gonna tip these assholes off.

Me? Why don't you just paint five-0
on the side of the van?

You're on the Spookstreet crew?
What for?

What do you care?
You're compromising everyone.

Trish is in the store,
Annie over there.

–You're stepping on our case.
–We were here first.

–Get lost.
–You get lost.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

–Little tight in here, isn't it?
–Why are you sitting on Spookstreet?

Gathering intel
on some goober named Durwin.

–He's making kid-on-kid sex tapes.
–That's pretty vile, even for them.

This is on the side. Rest of the gang
seems to be in the dark.

–Where's he get the kids?
–He's got a social worker in his pocket.

Most of her caseloads
are crack moms.

She inserts herself into their lives,
gets to know them…

and after a while,
she offers it as a way to earn.

–Lovely.
–We're putting things together.

We should be rounding everybody up
by the end of the week.

–We don't have till the end of the week.
–We gotta bring your banger in now.

–What for?
–To corroborate a tip.

What for?

We can't say. For reasons
I'd like to share, but I can't.

So I show you mine,
but you don't show me yours?

Like when I had your team
streaking through this place.

–You think this is funny?
–We need to fold your case into ours.

We're not assigned to Farmington.

–I've spoken to your captain.
–We need to grab your guy now.

I'll decoy as a social worker,
Trish is the crack mom.

As soon as the money's exchanged,
we can use the guy for our thing.

Slow down.
You go in, the real social worker walks.

She's arranging for kids to sixty-nine
each other, for Christ's sake.

I don't like the wicked witch flying
away scot-free any more than you do…

but believe me, our thing is real.

I'm not working for her again.

You're already inside.

I'll just be helping any way I can.

Fine.

–Hello.
–Hey, ready for your seminar?

Yeah. I just got my schedule.
You're still driving down, right?

You kidding me?
How could I miss…

“Ground water impact
on decomposition rate”?

Maybe you'd be
more interested in…

“Rewards used to help motivate
a dog perform special tasks.”

–Hi.
–Hi.

I got us adjoining rooms. Ocean view.

And yours is under the name
Jackson Benjamin.

–Imaginative. Should I wear a disguise?
–Yeah, you laugh…

but a lot of my colleagues are there
and know Hunter.

Relax. I don't plan
on leaving the room much.

Neil O'Brien's missing?

Looks like the Armenians
paid him a visit.

You sure it wasn't
just an angry maid?

Turkish cigarettes.
You only get these in Little Armenia.

I thought your people
had O'Brien under surveillance 24/7.

Last night, someone logged into our
system with clearance from an agent…

who retired months ago.
He pulled surveil off O'Brien.

So we thinking he was snatched?

Unless he smelled trouble
and ducked out somehow.

There's no blood.
Car's not in the garage.

In any case, the Armenians
have someone inside Treasury.

Half the ROC is former KGB
with deep U.S ties.

The Armenians work with the Russians.
Vodka buddies, very high places.

–How do we handle this?
–It's been your case.

Until I find this leak,
it's best if it stays local.

I'll let you know
if I find anything on my end.

Bring in Vic. He's dealt with
the Armenians more than anyone.

As a resource, right?
I'm still running this.

Yes, Dutch. You're in charge.

Okay, Durwin Gethers.
Grew up in South Gate.

In and out of custody
since he was 16.

Anything else
I need to know about this guy?

Hey, I'm just a crack ho today.

I can't tell you how long it's been
since I've been undercover.

Back in those days, there were
hardly any women on the job…

let alone a black one.
Bad guys never saw me coming.

You'll be fine.

Just like riding a bike.

I've been a social worker
for 15 years.

Hated it for the last 10.

My ex-husband gambled away
our savings…

so I earn on the side
from the crackheads…

who I can't help anyway,
even if I wanted to.

And you've been one of my cases
for the last 10 months.

You'll be fine.

If I could take back
what you went through…

–You can't.
–…I'd take it on myself.

We're cops.

Shit happens.

–Is everything all right?
–No. I…

–Hunter was mugged. He's hurt.
–Is he at the hospital?

–He's at home.
–Are the police there?

–No, he called me.
–He didn't report it? What happened?

I'm going home to find out,
but I have to cancel San Diego.

I gotta go. I'll call you.

Hey, Julien.

That wagon was jacked
from a school two blocks away.

Customs reported
11 cases of Scotch…

stolen from a freight container
last week.

But there were seven in the wagon.
Means there's four unaccounted for.

–Hey, you guys busy?
–A little. What's up?

–Got a mugging needs checking out.
–What happened?

Guy got injured,
but he didn't report it.

Maybe you can go over there,
see what happened?

Who's the victim?

Boyfriend of Lauren Riley.

She's the dog handler,
helped us with the meth-lab case.

–She's a friend.
–We can try.

All right, here's the address. Thanks.

Sure.

Vic, our main suspect
in the Armenian money-train robbery…

Neil O'Brien,
just disappeared from his apartment.

We alerted airport security.
Posted unis at train stations.

Any help you could provide…

If the Armenian Might got to him,
he won't be walking out of town.

Talked to his landlord.
Neil has a taste for Mexican hookers.

What is it about Irish guys
and Latin tail?

–Aceveda said I could use your team.
–My hands are full with this other thing.

Which is what, by the way?

Can't talk about it, but nice try.

In any case,
captain's pulling you off it…

to see if you can help
with anything on O'Brien.

I'll canvas his neighbours…

check the bar where he said
he found the marked money.

I'll check out the dick dolls,
see what the street knows.

Anything you find, run it by me.

Oh, sure, Dutch boy.

Let's connect after you get back
from the Smogjumper.

–Talk to you later.
–Yeah.

You realise they're hiding it
from you?

–What do you mean? Why?
–To protect you.

–All right, so, what's up?
–We got a problem.

That Irish hump we dropped
the money off on has gone missing.

–The Armenians are on his tail.
–How'd they find out?

–There's a leak in Treasury.
–They'll kill him.

–They can't trace him back to us.
–If O'Brien's dead…

the feds will plant themselves here.
Keep digging.

If he's a fugitive, then they'll keep
busy until this case collects dust.

–The guy's innocent.
–Guy's an asshole…

with a rap sheet
as long as your face.

What, Tavon wasn't enough for you?

Jesus Christ. Cut the shit.

Look, you don't want this thing
to blow up…

you better keep your head.

Lem's right.

We dropped the money off on O'Brien
to divert the feds.

–Not to set him up for a hit.
–What are we supposed to do?

Get to him before the feet-choppers do.
Get his ass on a Greyhound to Akron.

There's no Armenian powerbase there.

God.

Get your ass in the van.

Start checking the screw shacks
in Byz Lats turf.

Talk to Diagur. See if his girlfriends
are spreading for a gringo.

–Yeah. Yeah.
–Go.

Diagur.

–Who'd you lose, man?
–My cousin Aramis in Chino, man.

Some Armenian chopped off his fingers
and he stabbed him in the neck.

You know why?

No, we ain't got no beef
with Armenians.

You think it's about the marked cash
the feds found on us?

Could be.

Armenians got a guy inside Treasury
feeding intel about the marked bills.

–Those cats do some sick shit.
–This guy right here?

Number one on their most-wanted list.
Name's Neil O'Brien.

We think he's behind the robbery.
I gotta find him, prove it…

stop the Armenians from finding
the next pair of size 10s.

What do you need, then?

He's a gambler,
he likes to hit cheap Mexican ass.

–Well, if he's in the hood, we'll find him.
–He hangs at Smogjumpers.

Have one of your boys camp out
on a stool there, call us if he shows.

You're lucky we needed
a favour, Felicia.

Throwing your ass in prison
was my first choice.

I understand.

You wave. Keep your mouth shut.

–What's up?
–Durwin.

–You and me need to talk business.
–Who the hell are you?

–Felicia's supervisor.
–I don't know no Felicia.

Who's that?

I'm also her business partner.

We split everything fifty-fifty.
You paid her $1200 last week…

for that little movie star
she hooked you up with.

Can I come in?

So, what's this business
you speak on?

Felicia shorted me 300.

–How's that my problem?
–It's not.

Just as long as we can deal directly
with each other from now on.

All right, whatever.

I need to find those two little honeys
she been looking into.

Tell me what you need.

It's like I told Felicia,
they need to be dark-skinned…

no older than 11,
and ready to freak.

I got two girls, 8 and 10.

–How much?
–Two thousand.

Mama's gotta get 500 off the top.

These breezies
gonna do whatever I say?

Gonna be getting
into some hard shit.

It's no problem.
Just tell me when you need them.

I didn't file a report. Why are you…?

I mentioned it
to a couple of people at the station.

–Where were you attacked?
–In the parking lot of my restaurant.

He's a sous-chef at Le Malpeste.

I was going to my car,
and I got jumped.

They wanted my money.

They? More than one?

–Three, I think.
–Did you get a look at them?

No.

Were there any weapons?

No. They went for my watch.
That's when I started swinging.

–Hunter.
–Situations like this…

it's usually best to give them
what they're after.

You gave me this watch.
I wasn't just gonna let them take it.

Came in a couple times a week.

–Watched the game. Placed a few bets.
–Who'd he bet with?

I'm not out to hassle anybody
for making book.

Just need to find him.
He's in danger.

Bookie's name is…

Damn, he's got, like, a dog's name.
Sparky? Scout? Something like that.

I think he owns a furniture store,
upholstery place, around here.

–Faces I know. Names…
–Okay.

If O'Brien or the bookie come in,
give me a call.

Hey, any other cops come in?

Meet with or ask about O'Brien?
Mackey?

–Shaved head, redneck partner?
–Don't think so.

Okay.

All right, man, I hear you.
Thanks for the heads up.

Diagur found O'Brien in a motel.

–He's with a brown patch.
–Well, let's go then.

He also said
that Dutch is looking into us.

Dutch? Why?

I slipped up.

Mentioned the name of the bar,
Smogjumpers, to him.

–I shouldn't know about that place.
–Dutch is looking into us.

Dutch would look into his mother
if he thought he could catch a case.

He's got nothing.

Let's just get O'Brien out of town.

I can't do this alone.

–Up. Up. Get up. Go.
–Okay.

–Hey.
–Shit.

–And wash your hands.
–What?

You just took a piss, man.
Wash your hands.

What? That's disgusting.

–There's a lot of people looking for you.
–Looking to kill me.

I came home last night, saw those
Armenian freaks turning over my place.

–Gonna put me in protective custody?
–Not exactly. Sit down.

All right, look.
We're with Special Teams.

There's a leak in Treasury
and our department.

–That's how the Armenians found you.
–Holy shit.

Fact of the matter is, there's not a safe
place we can offer you in this state.

–I got no dough to split.
–What about the money you took?

–I didn't do that.
–Right.

What about the money that you found
in front of Smogjumpers?

Feds froze most of it. It's what I get
for putting it in a goddamn bank.

The other 16 grand I lost
on a sure thing.

–Smart.
–I got three large on the Lakers tonight.

I make that, I can move.

You listen to the game
while you drive out of town.

My guy, Rex, already has my bet.

Look, we'll front you
the travel money.

Lakers come through,
we'll make sure Rex wires you.

–Where am I supposed to go?
–Akron.

Where's that?

–Where the kids at?
–With my baby daddy.

They'll be here in a minute.
Where my money at?

When I see the kids.

–Oh, that's a nice touch.
–Real nice.

That's them over there.
800 for the both of them.

The deal was five.

–Man…
–Which one's the youngest?

Tayquanna. She the one on the left.

She ever suck a dick before?

I had a boyfriend.

They got bought it a couple times.

Hey, Vic. Followed up
on that mugging for you.

Things didn't really add up. Although
the girlfriend's buying the story.

She's fawning all over that guy
like he's some superhero.

Well, they've been together for a while.
It's probably complicated.

Or not. Some women
just have a thing for assholes.

–Any luck finding O'Brien?
–Not yet.

Hey, a while back, you asked me…

to keep Vic out of the loop
with the Armenians. Why was that?

He was working on a quota mandate.

I didn't wanna distract him
with anything gang-related. Why?

Just, you know, being nosey.

–Sir, I need to talk to you.
–Is he being cooperative?

–Sir.
–Very.

–Okay.
–Sir, they just found a body…

behind Manzana Groceria.
The feet are missing.

Okay.

Cigarette burns.

You think Diagur bitched us out?

–He didn't know we were involved.
–We were looking for O'Brien.

And that we kept asking
about the marked money.

Diagur Leyva. Ran the Byz Lats.

Any luck with the hookers?

Me and my boys got laid.
But no O'Brien.

Listen, I gotta ask you…

how is it you knew the name
of the bar…

when I didn't mention it
or you didn't read the report?

I saw O'Brien's rap sheet.

Knew he'd been picked up
on a bunch of gambling stings.

Liked Mexican hookers.

There's only one place in town
you can do both and be white.

–Right, Smogjumpers.
–Right.

You find anything there?

No.

I think you're gonna be
very happy with the final product.

Good.

That's my babies.

All right. Let's let the nasty begin.

–You gonna let them in?
–Not till I get paid, black.

Mama gotta get low.

Look, I'm gonna give you half now,
half when we finish.

I'm gonna let your homegirl
hold the cheese for safekeeping.

–Police!
–Stay down!

–You're under arrest.
–Come on. Hell, no.

Hell, yeah.

Okay, let Mommy put the lid on first.

–Matthew's not helping.
–Matthew, put the…

Put the napkins on the table
like I told you.

–He threw the napkins on the floor.
–Hello.

Hey, sweetheart. How does chicken,
roasted potatoes and salad sound?

–Perfect.
–Did you get ice cream?

Just chocolate and strawberry.

Hey, little man.

Come here, you.

Come here, little man.
Let me give you a kiss.

–And one for you.
–Cassidy, finish setting the table, okay?

–Matthew!
–Okay, okay. Let me help you.

Take the napkin, just like this.
Remember how I showed you?

How long will we be staying here?

Well, we'll see.
Kitchen still needs fixing.

There's gonna be painters
in the house…

if you wanna change the colour
of your room.

Hey, that's it. That's the stuff,
little man.

Very good.

Now you gotta put
the silverware on top of it.

–Okay?
–Okay.

There she is.

–You here on business or pleasure?
–Always a pleasure to see you.

McCoy Tyner at the Blues Project.

That's a sold-out show.

–These tickets are hot.
–Sizzling.

–No, stolen.
–Oh, come on.

Would I take you to a show
with jacked tickets?

You're a fence.
Isn't that what you do?

Come on, blue. I've been
waiting for an hour to see you.

Did I say you could come in?

Why you gotta step on
a brother's goodwill?

–Come on, Taylor, I'm busy.
–We got a lot of paperwork.

Some idiot crashed
while running stolen merch.

Hey, did somebody say stolen?
Did I hear stolen, huh?

–How can I help?
–Okay.

We're looking for a guy
who's selling stolen Scotch.

Glen Callan.

I don't know a lot of hood joints
that's pouring three-0.

However, there are a couple
of possibilities that we can investigate.

We?

Yeah. Look, I'd need a police escort.

I got a contractor coming to the house
to work up an estimate.

I need to know what it's gonna cost so
the insurance people don't lowball us.

Thanks for tonight. It was nice.

What if one of the kids got hurt?

That aerosol can could've
blown up in Matthew's face.

We've got the new therapist starting
this week. But you need to…

Matthew doesn't think
he did anything wrong.

–How am I to reason with him?
–Somehow.

I can't spend every second with him.
You can't take him.

What are we supposed to do,
put him in a home?

You're serious.

No. I don't know.

–We are not gonna put him away.
–I don't want to.

Then don't bring it up again.

Megan has a shot at a normal life.

–Is this fair to her?
–Of course not.

But that doesn't mean
we commit our son.

I am doing everything I can.

Well, then I'm gonna have to step in.

Maybe you got me on an obscenity
beef. Or maybe you don't.

Because the Constitution says
that titty, coochie, and badonkadonk…

is erotic expression.
So that shit is protected.

You're a paedophile, Durwin.
I don't have to tell you…

what the life expectancy is
on the inside when you mess with kids.

Someone has a chance to take out
a short eyes and doesn't…

catches a shank in the back.

The mamas didn't have no problem
with their kids getting dirty.

Let's see how you get dirty in prison.
You ever suck a dick?

You cooperate,
maybe we can file on you in a way…

that keeps you from
getting your throat cut.

Now, Spookstreet's got its fingers
in a lot of pies.

What's happening with your boys?

Usual shit.

Can't help you unless
you got something unusual.

There's Primo.

He just got out of the pen.

And he passing around bad cheques
to get his pockets tight.

If he could've given us anything,
don't you think he would've?

He's a foot soldier.

We just swapped out a social worker
who tricks out kids…

for a guy passing bad cheques?

Let's see if this cheque kiter, Primo,
is any more plugged in than he is.

All right, but do it fast.

Captain.

Just got a call from the bartender
at Smogjumpers.

A bookie was in the bar
collecting bets.

Apparently he needed the cash
to cover a large payout to O'Brien.

–O'Brien's still alive.
–Bookie owns a furniture shop nearby.

–I'm tracking him.
–Ask Vic.

I'm sure he knows
all the bookmakers.

I'll do that.

–Everything all right?
–Yeah.

I'm really sorry about this weekend.

I was looking forward to it.
Maybe another time…

The week you're going out of town
this guy gets mugged by three guys.

And he manages to fight them off?

Bet you didn't know you were
shacked with the man of steel.

You sent those officers
to see if he was lying.

–He is lying.
–He faked getting attacked?

–Is that such a stretch?
–It's pathological.

So is saying that he'll slit his throat
if you leave him.

Are you ever gonna end it
with this guy?

It's not that easy. It's not.

Hey, Vic.

Just a minute.

Did you find the bookie
Dutch was looking for?

–I'm sorry, what?
–O'Brien's collecting on a bet.

Dutch is trying
to track down the bookie.

–He was gonna check with you.
–We must've missed each other.

–Who won the Laker game?
–L.A, by six.

Hey. The bookie, Rex,
where's his shop?

–Flores.
–Let's go.

What's up?

–O'Brien stayed to collect his winnings.
–Oh, what an asshole.

Dutch boy's onto him.
We gotta get to him first.

–You ready?
–Yeah.

Hey, captain okay
your extracurricular police work?

Yeah. No O.T., but he said
he's buying the first round.

–Why you still here?
–They couldn't leave…

till they boarded up their café.
Said I'd stick around.

–Any luck finding the driver?
–No, not so far.

–All right, where we going?
–Well…

four joints serve top-shelf Scotch.
One of them, the Bling-Bling Room…

hasn't served a legal shot
since the day it opened.

–Okay, let's party.
–Okay.

Detective Wyms,
can I ask you about something?

–What?
–This couple back here…

trying to ID the guy
who ran into their café…

I heard about them.
What do you need?

Well, Dutch said you're dating
a guy who's a contractor.

Their café needs a lot of work,
new windows.

So I was wondering if your boyfriend
might get the materials wholesale.

–That would help them out a lot.
–I'll ask around.

Glad to see you're making the effort.

No effort, really.
They're good people.

Rex?

–Oh, shit. No feet.
–Oh, man.

Shit. Goddamn it.

–Hey, Vic. Vic.
–Vic.

–Oh, for Christ's sake.
–It's O'Brien.

They burned him
and dunked him in turpentine.

Jesus, how long you think
they tortured him?

He couldn't tell them anything if he
didn't know what he was doing in this.

–Listen. Listen to me.
–Shit!

Dutch could be here any minute.

We gotta make O'Brien disappear.

–What?
–He's gotta stay a fugitive.

If he's dead, Dutch, Treasury,
they'll turn over every rock.

Eventually, we'll be under one of them.
He's their prime suspect.

If he's alive and missing,
he stays that way.

All right. All right,
so how do we get rid of him?

–We need something close. Simple.
–Okay.

–Goddamn it.
–What?

I know where to do it.

So, Primo, you're fresh out.

Ten days. Long enough
to get the prison smell off of me.

–What you been up to?
–Getting my drink on, my poke on.

–Keeping it g'd up from the feet up.
–Passing bad cheques again?

No, dog. I paid my debt.

That is a major probation violation.

You had three and a half years left
when you got paroled, right?

Time to pay in full.

I was just trying to get me some ends
so I can start fresh.

In an election year, there's zero
tolerance for serial offenders.

But then,
this cheque is yours to rip up…

if you give us something
to make us look good to our bosses.

In the joint, I heard about this
credit-card ring.

Federal beef.
A guy in a suit will get all the love.

I got a line on this ése cat
flipping hot Sprewells.

Give me something sexier. My mom
wants to see my picture in the paper.

I know a ring of t-girls out on
Santa Monica rolling their johns.

Johns got it coming.
Nice try, Primo.

I'm sorry, we can't do business.

Hold on. Hold on.

What if I told you
the Horde's pulling a job tonight?

The Horde is in town?

Oh, God.

Ronnie, make sure his feet
aren't in there.

Shit. All right, I got it. Oh, shit.

They're not here.

They must've taken them
as trophies. Let's go.

Let's get him in the couch, quick.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

–Okay, you ready?
–Yeah.

Goddamn it.

Primo gave it up.

The Horde's going after
the L.A Motor Club.

Holiday weekend.
Probably flush with cash.

–Make sure the place is empty.
–I'm on it.

–The Horde? They can get pretty violent.
–I'm seeing if SWAT's available.

Why don't you pull in
the Strike Team too.

Aren't they working with you?

They haven't been able to turn up
this bookie either.

I'm working my own lead,
they're all yours.

Heads up, heads up.

Okay, hold it. Hold it.

Yeah.

When?

–Okay, we'll be there in 10 minutes.
–What?

That robbery's going down.
Aceveda wants us at the takedown.

–What, now?
–Yeah.

Okay.

Park the van in front of your place.

People are used to seeing it,
they know it belongs to a cop.

–Yeah, okay.
–Okay, we'll grab the gear…

pick you up at your place
on the way to the takedown.

We'll drop the body off tonight
when things quiet down.

–Let's go.
–All right, let's do it.

–That was quick.
–Mr Bling-Bling was very cooperative…

when we discovered only two bottles
that weren't stolen.

When I'm right, I'm all right.

Told him we wouldn't look
into his supply room…

if he gave up the name of the guy
that sold him the Scotch.

We'll pick him up.

Four inside. Driver's still in the van.

–Hold until they come out.
–Roger that.

No idea that they're about
to go to jail for a long time.

Think it's our turn someday?
You think we'll see it coming?

It's time we turned our cash
over to the real-estate guy.

–Now, stop worrying about it.
–Yeah.

I'll get it in motion.

They're coming out.
Everybody move.

–Welcome to Hollywood, asshole.
–Lie down, lie down, lie down.

Yeah, we got it.

Get your weapons down!
Get on your knees right now!

Put your weapons on the ground,
put your hands on your head!

Hands on your head!
Down on your knees!

–Down on your knees!
–Get on your knees!

–Hands on your head!
–You, right there, drop the gun!

–Goddamn it, put your hands up!
–Drop it.

Get down, right now!

They'll assume Spookstreet
gave them up.

The AG C operation
wasn't compromised…

keeps a dozen big cases viable.

–Excellent work.
–I'm just part of the team.

We're heading out.

–Thanks for the help.
–I'd have liked that social worker…

We'll stay on her.
Make sure she's out of business.

You have my word.

–Not a bad bust.
–Not bad at all.

–Like riding a bicycle, huh?
–Little stiff, but at least I didn't fall off.

–No, of course you didn't.
–See you.

This isn't just Margos
calling the shots. He's in town.

He's got a thing for feet,
and he's taking them off himself.

–They get O'Brien?
–Luck of the Irish.

He slipped away again.

The Armenian Might's out of control.

I don't know who amped up
these psychos…

but killing Diagur, this guy?

They ain't stopping
till they get their money.

You think you can do something?

I make them, this Margos creep,
my number-one priority.

You give me the word
to hit back hard…

I'll unravel them foot by foot.

I'll get Phillips to sign off on it.

You know how hard
those people worked…

to build that restaurant
you crashed into?

You need to loosen up, homes.

Pretty soon we're gonna
have to deputise you.

So tell the truth, blue. You had fun
clubbing with me, didn't you?

That was business.

Okay, better than getting shot at.

Okay, so, what do you say next time
we do it for real?

All right. I see where it is.

You have my number
if you change your mind.

We might fool Dutch and the feds,
but the Armenians know the truth.

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