All language subtitles for The Shield Season 3 Episode 15 - On Tilt

Bring your behind out here,
you punk. I see you, fool.

Why you hiding? Why you hiding?

–I see you hiding in there, punk ass.
–Hey, drop the hose.

I called you.
Can you get this under control, please?

–What happened?
–He's always starting trouble.

–Who?
–Mr Super Soaker here.

You wanna step outside, please?

Sir, did you spray these women?

Wait until Juicy gets a hold
of your ass.

I was watering down my sidewalk.

If some crack whores happen
to get wet, that's just life.

–We got the right to walk public streets.
–You don't have the right to work them.

–Look, you can't spray people like that.
–I was just hosing down the hos.

Well, it's a public sidewalk.
That's a crime.

What about them selling ass in the
front of my store all day long?

What about them dope dealers
selling crack rock? Is that a crime?

You need to worry about yourself,
comic boy.

You don't want to make threats.
Come on.

Wait until Juicy gets you.
He'll wrap that hose around your neck…

You talking about this hose
right here?

Hundred-and-ninety-five thousand.
That's all that's left.

–That's split three ways, right?
–Yeah, yeah.

Sixty-five grand apiece.

Turns out Lem's cut was
$2.8 million in ashes.

So we've got the goddamn
Armenians after us…

treasury for 65 grand.

Look, we can't show up every time
you see a hooker take a stroll.

Plus there's no one out here.

These whores see you driving up
and they get ghost.

Soon as you leave,
they're right back out.

Antagonizing them is gonna
make things worse for you.

I'm trying to make things better.

Your primary concern needs to
be your own safety.

I can take care of myself.

And I'm not leaving.
I'm not going anywhere.

Everything else will be
exactly the same.

Same school, same friends.

You'll just be living with me.

And weekends with me.
Just a reverse of the way it is now.

–How do I go to school?
–I'll bring you when I can…

and I'll get some help,
just like Camilla helps mom.

What about Matt and Megan?

They're gonna live with Mom.

But that just means
I'll have you all to myself.

Cassy, do you want to talk
about this some more?

Why are you mad at me?

I'm not mad at you, baby.

Cassy, your mom and
I just love you…

and want to spend time with you,
that's all.

It's just my turn for a little while.
Okay?

That hobbit we found hiding in an
oil drum finally spit out the truth.

The Armenian heroin bust?

One small slice of a much larger pie
that Margos smuggled into Tinseltown.

How much larger?

Frodo says 10 to 15 times the size
of yesterday's haul.

–Holy shit.
–Margos has it stashed in a residence.

Once a week, they pick up enough
to feed their suppliers.

–Tomorrow's delivery day.
–Great.

You showed up on
Shane's door last night?

Wanted to see some
storage locker of his?

The Armenian money train
cash is still unaccounted for.

So is the prime suspect, O'Brien.

It was suggested that I look into
your team's involvement.

–Dutch?
–After this thing gets cleared up…

I need you running
the AG C car surveillance sting.

But not if you're under suspicion
for something like this.

And Wagenbach's still pushing you?

I haven't been able to convince him
that it's a dead end.

–What are you doing?
–You got Aceveda looking into me?

Kitchen's closed.

You whisper into my boss's ear?

You don't have the sack
to face me head-on?

You knew the bar where
O'Brien found the marked money.

–I already explained that.
–A little too smoothly.

How you coming along
finding O'Brien?

Not too far. I been busting half
the Armenian mob all week.

Why is it Shane had a storage locker
under the name Cletus Vandamn…

the same name he gave to an
Armenian who witnessed the robbery?

If that's all you got,
I wouldn't be looking so smug.

Absence of proof
isn't proof of absence.

–You're back on my shit list.
–Excuse me?

Number one with a bullet, Dutch boy.
You look into me all you want.

You're back to being
a joke in this building.

–Hands on your head!
–Hands on your head!

Put that phone down!
Drop that phone!

Hands on your head.

Sit down right now!
Get your ass on the couch!

Anyone else here?

–We're clear?
–We're clear!

Where you hiding the hell dust?

Where⁈

Last chance
before we start renovating.

Claudette Wyms,
ADA Rommi Cohen.

We've met before.

I brought Rommi down here to discuss
the Lisa Kensit situation.

I know you had worries.

–Good work on picking up her shooter.
–Thanks.

I'm just pulling things together.

I was gonna contact your office
in a few days.

You have some suspicions of
possible drug use by the victim?

More than that.
I've got her dealer and her hookup.

Marlon Gault. Says off the record
he's supplied her for over three years.

He'll go on record if your office can
provide him with some consideration.

He shot her in the face, he's a dealer.
Why would we shave years off?

If it's true, some of her clients may not
have received adequate counsel.

She's a junior P.D.
All of her cases are signed off on.

Trust me, they got adequate counsel.

You can be sure there wasn't even
one mistake in almost 300 cases?

You wanted it brought to the DA.
She'll look into it.

Now you can get back
to the rest of your caseload.

She means well.
She just doesn't see the big picture.

Well, you seem to
have her under control.

Phil's having Gault's statements about
dealing to Kensit suppressed at trial.

We're not going to let it get far.

As long as you pull the files
and everything's aboveboard.

Most of the arrests originated here.

Maybe we could get together for dinner
later this week…

and discuss a game plan.
Or drinks?

My wife and I have a rule about me
having dinners alone…

with female colleagues.

I'm sorry. I didn't see a ring.

Oh, I must have forgotten to put it on
after the gym this morning.

Just an accident.

I'll let Phil know how helpful
you were. Thank you.

And thank you.

–Nothing.
–Shane, anything?

Goddamn it. Keep looking.

Enjoying the show?

Margos moved the heroin yesterday
when you captured Kail.

–Where is he?
–Right now, no clue.

He's gonna find me after
I have your answer.

–Answer to what?
–You've done a lot of damage to us.

He wonders if maybe
there's a way to stop this war?

–What does he want?
–Move the heroin up north.

He wants you to provide security.

–And what do I get?
–Five percent commission on the sale.

That'd be about a half a mil.
Plus, Margos leaves L.A…

and guarantees the safety of
you and your men.

Otherwise…

They want us to escort the heroin
from this address in two hours.

–How do we know this offer's even legit?
–We don't.

It would get us back to even, but…

Working with these psycho assholes
is off the table.

The question is, what's their angle?

–What, you think it's a trap?
–Only the three of us, no backup.

–Which leads us to the next problem.
–What?

If we bring in extra bodies
and Margos is there…

some other cop can take him alive.

All he's gotta do is get a
message to his lawyer.

We take a bullet while
he eats three hot ones in county.

No. We've gotta take him down in
a way that clears departmental review.

–Listen, Lem…
–I got some time coming…

about eight weeks.
I'm gonna take it.

When I get back,
I'll put in for a transfer.

Okay.

Margos is still after us.

We're safer together until
we've got him.

Maybe you should hang with us
until we get it sorted out.

Yeah.

All right, there it is.

–Quiet street. Only one way in.
–Don't like that.

–We could go in hard.
–Without knowing who or what's inside?

We don't show, Margos almost
has to come after us.

We may not know what's inside,
but they don't know when we're coming.

Unless they have a spotter.

Margos was watching our
drug bust from on high.

Oh, see, there.

Maybe top floor.
One of the three or four with a view.

Don't move!

Nice lookout.

Is it a trap? Is Margos inside?

Get up!

Trying to get us killed,
you little prick?

All right.

Write. Write!

“L-I-F-E.”

New word. New word.

“S-U-X.”

Ronnie, open that window.

Looks like you're gonna
die a bad speller.

Wait, wait, wait!
Inside, waiting for you, to kill.

–No, no, no.
–Is Margos inside?

No.

–Is he inside?
–No.

–Who sent you here?
–Goma. Goma Magar.

–Who's he?
–American.

Scruffy guy, about 6 foot?
Yeah, I met him this morning.

Here. Eat this.

No Margos, no heroin.

Yeah, just guns. Call for SWAT.
Have them flush them out.

Lisa and I were close, but after awhile,
it was just better for her to move out.

Her shooter suggested he'd been
providing her with drugs for years.

What difference does that make now?

She handled a lot of cases,
a lot of people who went to jail.

Who deserved to go.

Isn't this something
the DA should be looking into?

I'll need more evidence
before they'll touch it.

I need your help.

She might die.

I'm not ruining her reputation and if
she lives, I'm not ruining her career.

She made some bad choices,
but she's still my friend.

–You talk to him?
–We have.

The guy comes off like
a regular citizen…

but he's probably flying
around that store with a cape on.

–He's just standing up for himself.
–Oh, come on.

He's not just pissing off hookers
and pimps.

It's dealers too.
He's gonna get killed.

If the other people stood up like him,
the drugs and the girls would be gone.

Sure, and I could just put on
my genie outfit and blink them away.

Keep talking to the residents and
find out how bad this problem is.

–What's going on?
–I rescued these on a bust.

I'm just trying to give them away before
the pound drops the gas on them.

You want one?

Look at that face.
How could you say no?

He's just thinking of all
the times pussy told him no.

Pussy said “yes” plenty.

No, thanks.

–How's it going?
–DA won't deal.

If Lisa Kensit was handling cases
high on Oxy for three years…

they don't want to know about it.
Aceveda either.

That's a lot of plea bargains
and convictions at stake.

I spoke to her old roommate.
She won't corroborate the drug use.

Look, you've done more
than the job calls for.

Why keep pushing this and
pissing everybody off?

I can ride this one solo.

I mean, if Aceveda and the chief
come down on me, it's one more time.

You don't have to put
your job on the line too.

Okay.

Listen, Lem's dad's not
doing too great.

–He's gonna need to take some time.
–Sorry to hear that.

Well, depending on what happens,
he might not be back at all.

With Tavon gone, now Lem too…

I'm not gonna be able to do it
all with just three guys.

I'm gonna need to bring on
a man or two.

I reduced your team to buy-busts…

because the chief was evaluating
Special Units throughout the city…

to see what would happen.
–And?

Crime went up.

But not enough to justify the lawsuits
and bad press over the last few years.

The police commission has
advised phasing them out.

They're dumping Special Teams?

Chief won't admit failure by
disbanding them…

but he's not going to
reman them either.

What, so we just wither and die?

If Lem leaves, the Strike Team
won't be functional.

You can still cover the AG C sting,
but no gang or drug detail.

–Are you kidding me?
–Now Lem's boned us twice?

Money train was my idea.

Everything that came after
started with me. I'll set it straight.

But we might have to try
to talk Lem into staying.

I'd rather break up domestics
in Van Nuys…

than worry if Lem's got my back.
–You don't really believe that.

I got an address on that Goma guy.

Come on. Come on.

Oh, great. Fido's home.

–I got an idea.
–Hey, hey, you don't need to shoot him.

–Yeah, I don't need to, but I'd like to.
–What's your idea?

Ronnie, go around back, bang on the
door, draw his attention. Go, go, go.

Come here, puppy!
Come here, come on.

–Come here, puppy.
–Sorry to step on your happy.

Right there.

Oh, shit! Get out! Get out!

–Saved you a bullet.
–Cost him a pair of tighty whities.

Looks like you found something.

Like most cases,
they're judgement calls.

If she was high,
her judgement was off.

On top are the sketchiest.

Iffy eyewitnesses, no evidence,
no follow-up.

–I'd start here.
–Thanks.

Was that the public defender,
Ben Horton?

–Yes.
–What was he doing here?

Dropping off Lisa Kensit's files.

Goddamn it.
I told you to leave this alone.

–Are you in on this too?
–No.

No. These are public records.

Why would you commit
career suicide like this?

My job comes before my career.

She's just trying to make sure
nobody innocent's sitting in jail.

We're all trying to uphold the law.

It'd be nice if she remembered
that sometime.

Speaking of which, whatever happened
with you looking into Vic?

I didn't find anything.

Did you try?

Actually, I did.

I got nothing promising.

–I got a bunch of receipts here.
–For what?

–Dry cleaning.
–What else?

They're for thousands of dollars.
These are Oriental rugs.

You don't dry-clean Oriental rugs.

My mom had some. She made me
hand-clean them when I was a kid.

These rugs were a front
for the drug-running.

Ayla cooked the books for them.

Can you talk?

Listen, I talked to the guys at INS.

They're doctoring your paperwork to
make it look like you were deported.

This way, the bad guys back home
won't know that you helped us.

When do I go back to Armenia?

As soon as we get Margos.

You recognize these receipts?

I do invoices for these.

But the work was never done, right?

No dry cleaning, no.

There's no store name or address.
Do you know where this place is?

I delivered papers once.
I know where it is.

Goma, right?

It's your unlucky day, asshole.
Come here.

Do you remember me?
You tried to kill me today.

You here to do your dry cleaning
or to see Margos?

–No.
–Where is he?

–I don't know.
–Think again.

I'm just here to check on the heroin.

The drugs are here? All of it?

–How many men are usually inside?
–About a dozen.

Cuff him, keep him out of sight.

Call Aceveda and tell him I need
a warrant and every available cop.

What?

If Margos is here…

one of us has to separate him,
make sure he goes for a gun.

–You understand?
–Christ.

He wants us dead.
He can do it from his prison cell.

He can't do it from his grave.

If this is too much for you,
just go home already…

–Jesus Christ, man.
–What is that? Blood?

It's my ulcer. This is what I've been
doing every night the last month.

–If you don't have the stomach for this…
–No. No! I'm with you.

Find anything?

Tonnes of guys got crappy deals,
but they all look guilty.

Well, maybe justice can be blind
and stoned.

This guy's doing five to ten
for robbing a diner. No evidence.

Sole witness is over a block away.
Vic Mackey is the arresting officer.

I'm sure it's by the book, then.

I'm gonna take a drive out
to Victorville…

and see what this guy
Walter Clifton has to say for himself.

–He's gonna say he's innocent.
–Well, we'll see if I believe him.

Everybody, down!
Get down on the ground!

Hands on your heads!

Come on, let's go.

Give me your ID.
Show me your ID.

Captain!

Vic! Vic!

Nice haul.

All right, bring them out.

Must have been 10, $12 million
worth of H in there, man.

–Thanks for your help.
–I didn't help you.

Come on. We couldn't have
done it without you.

–What are you doing?
–Showing you the love.

Crack, get off the block.
Crack, get off the block.

–Dial 911.
–Hey!

Get off the block! Crack!

I told you to put the camera down,
you asshole!

–Come closer so I can see your face.
–Stop!

Get away from him!
Get off him! Get off him!

–Get up. You all right?
–Yeah, never felt better.

You got locked up.
How you feel now, crack?

Got you thrown in jail.
You laughing now.

Lock him up!

I'm gonna clean this place up!
Get off the block!

What happened exactly?

Our comic book guy videotaped
him dealing. He started swinging.

He's not backing down.

All he wants is to get those
people off his block.

Instead of trying to stop him, maybe
we could make his problem go away.

All it will do is move the problem
down a block.

Then when someone on that block calls
with a problem, we'll move it again.

I'll assign some unis.
Organize a sweep.

Where do you see yourself in the
department a year from now?

I don't know. Detective, maybe.

I liked doing that undercover work
with the Strike Team.

You can't apply for those positions
without P3 status.

–I'm aware of that.
–That's why I'm bumping you back up.

You're proactive, you take charge,
you've lived up to our deal.

Run the sweep when
you're out there today.

Five to 10 for armed robbery is what
you would have gotten if convicted.

It's not much of a plea bargain.

She said witnesses
put me at the diner.

I've already got two felonies.

If I went down for this,
it would be my third strike.

–Five's better than 20.
–Sounds like you came out ahead.

–For something I didn't do?
–Why should I believe you?

I don't give a shit
if you believe me or not.

I got a new lawyer
to look into my case.

And find what?
Two other armed robberies…

and running with
the Farmtown Twelves in here?

That was all about survival.

I didn't wear no colours
on the street.

–Time's up.
–I just started.

Warden says it's over.

Look, I don't know
who this witness was…

but he didn't see me,
because I was never there.

What the hell is this?

Looks like I pissed off
the right people.

You think this is funny?

Where's your stuff?

–Lisa Kensit's clients.
–Oh, yeah.

What's going on?

Some cowardly shitheads
messed with her desk.

–I'll look into it.
–Yeah, right.

–Excuse me?
–Don't tell me you're not part of this!

I just got carried out of Victorville!

I spoke to Ben Horton's boss
and the chief.

He wasn't pleased to hear
what you've been doing.

You mean to tell me this entire house
would rather me leave…

rather than look into this?

Chief and I did discuss this house
and who's gonna run it when I leave.

He's decided to go another way,
bring in somebody else.

She's not getting the captaincy?
You're shitting me.

It wasn't my choice. It was hers.

She understands.

Okay, you've had your show.
Now go to hell!

Yeah, I'm talking to you, Stone.

All right, get her. Bring her in.
Come on.

One-Tango-13, we're at Sunset and
Leveton, we got the area blocked off.

That's what I'm talking about. Yeah.

What am I always telling you,
Benjamin?

You can live with it
or you can change it.

Thank you, miss officer.
I really appreciate it.

Operations, code four.
All right, bring them in. Come on.

What? Not hungry?
Anything else I can get for you?

The next show I put on for your pals
is handing you C.I cash…

and letting them loose
on the phones.

Collect call for Mr Margos.

Okay. I don't know where he is now…

but there's a guy who helps him
with his travel.

He's a Greek guy, Mihalis,
runs a small limo service…

and gets him tickets,
fake passports, places to stay.

–Thanks, pal.
–Hey.

Remember Walter Clifton, armed
robbery on Creston, the diner?

–Couple years ago?
–Yeah.

How is old Walter?

He's rotting away because
Lisa Kensit cut him a shitty deal.

I guess you get what you pay for.

I'd like to look at your notes,
to talk to everybody in that diner.

The arrest report's a little lacking.

So is Dutch boy's dick, but I ain't
helping looking for that, either.

Oh, and for the record,
I didn't screw with your desk.

But that's just because
I didn't think of it first.

Where the hell is Vic at?

He went to get something to eat.
Greek.

Didn't Vic eat, like, an hour ago?

Oh, shit. Shit.

Hey, Gomer, wake up.
Where's Vic at?

–I'll be with you in a minute.
–You be with me now.

–What do you want?
–Your favourite frequent flyer.

–Margos Dezirian.
–I don't know…

–Oh, my God.
–Margos!

Oh, my God, I don't know, man.
I'm just leaving messages for him.

Good. I'll dictate, you dial.

You tell him that Goma called.

He sounded strange.
He wanted a one-way ticket to…

Where would someone go
to hide from Margos?

Hell.

–Venezuela.
–Good.

You tell him that Goma wanted the
ticket delivered to him at his house.

Try not to sound too stuffy.

–Asshole!
–Will you be careful?

I saw him. Besides,
that's not even a crosswalk.

They're gonna look for
any opportunity to get rid of you.

–You'll have to be perfect.
–Then I'll be perfect.

Trust me, it's hard.

Mr Papi, do you know
what a timecard scam is?

You get your buddies to punch you in
at work while you play hooky.

–You ever do that?
–I'd be fired.

Went to your print shop,
pulled your timecard…

for the day you saw Walter Clifton
in the schoolyard.

It says you were working.

So which is it?

I was in the schoolyard.
I saw the man running, not Papi.

So why did you say you saw him?

These gangsters would hurt her
if she said something.

Let them try to mess with me.

–I understand.
–Detective Mackey know any of this?

No. He showed me pictures.

I picked out the one closest
to what Marta said he looked like.

Hope you're picking up tips
on how to reattach body parts.

So did Mihalis help you?

No, which means
our friendship is over.

Munroe, got that C.I cash ready?

Here's the first 300. The rest
when you give more information.

–Make sure they get their phone calls.
–I did not help this guy.

We just found that heroin by smell.

Margos will kill me, man.
Where am I supposed to go now?

Anywhere but home.

Looks like Vic was here.

–Please, help me, guys.
–Yeah, sure thing, Nero.

–Nero was Roman.
–Yeah, sure thing, Zeus.

First, hey, you help us.

The guy that was here,
what did you tell him?

Goma!

Goma!

Margos. Drop it.

Now turn around.

Yeah. I've got
an officer-involved shooting.

My detective is poking her nose
in Kensit's files.

–I thought you told her not to.
–I did.

Walter Clifton, armed robbery.

Sole eyewitness
now admits he faked it.

–Why?
–To protect his granddaughter.

She saw the robber, grandpa didn't
want any reprisal against the girl.

–Can she give us anything?
–Not now. Too much time has gone by.

No, this is good.
It'll speed things up a bit.

You'll look into the Kensit files?

I told you we would.
I just wanted to be discreet about it.

Any more foot-dragging, I'll call
the press and you won't be discreet.

You made your point.
Spare us the sermon.

–What have you achieved?
–We freed an innocent man.

–How many guilty ones go free?
–As many as it takes to fix a wrong.

Don't rub our noses in
moral superiority.

This isn't superiority, it's decency.

And if I have to give that up
to play ball with you and the chief…

I'm glad you're keeping your job.

Hey!

–Everything okay?
–What happened, man?

Margos. He had a gun.

They just saw you get here.

You stay in sight. This one's all me.

You're going home on Friday.

I've arranged for your sister's body
to be on the same flight.

–He is in prison?
–No.

Dead?

–How?
–I… It was me.

All right. Okay.

Ayla. No. You don't…

All that's left is the fugly, blind runt?
Real classy, people.

New friend?

Something for me to take care of.

Thought you were supposed to be
taking care of me. Isn't Kim allergic?

–She moved out a few months ago.
–What?

She left around the time
of the cuddler rapist.

–Jesus.
–Didn't want to make a big deal out of it.

I didn't want people
to think I was distracted.

Guess what I'm gonna call her?
Claudette.

–No, you're not.
–Yes, I am.

Baby. Baby, don't leave.

Hi.

–There's a lot of heat out tonight.
–Really?

So, what do you like?
Because I'm up for whatever.

Bet you are.

This is a real nice car. Nice clothes.

You a nice man?
You want a bad girl tonight?

I'll do whatever you like.

–Be my pleasure with you.
–Okay.

That just gets you a discount,
big man.

I don't want to ever see you
out here again.

Whatever you say, officer.

She's got Dr Breen next Tuesday.
The orthodontist.

Right. I'm gonna need that address.

That appointment took
two months to get.

–She can't miss it.
–She won't.

She's petrified of getting braces.

You really need to talk her and tell
her everything's gonna be okay.

I know how to talk to my kid.

You need to hear what she's saying.
Ten is complicated.

She's never direct.
She's really sensitive.

That's why I'm doing this.

So she can get more attention,
we can get to know each other better.

Where are we going, Mommy?

Matthew, honey, don't you
remember me telling you?

Cassy's going to be living with your dad
and we're gonna be staying here, okay?

–Why?
–Mommy.

I'm leaving my stuffed animals
here for Matt.

And for me on the weekends.

–Great. Great.
–Okay. Come here.

It's gonna work.

We can't let you leave us now, man.

Not after going through
something like this.

I mean, we've been to hell
and back a few times.

Gotta count for something.

–Is that what you want?
–Yeah.

How about you?

Yeah.

Oh, man. You guys scared the shit
out of me, bringing me out here.

Yeah, well, we didn't want the Barn
to hear us beg.

Plus, we figured, once you said yes,
we'd go have a couple of beers.

Okay. Yeah, great.

I knew you would see
things eventually.

See what?

Burning the money
was the right thing to do.

I wouldn't get into that call.

Yeah, but as long as you know
I was doing it to protect us.

You know what? It didn't protect us.

The only way to protect us was to
kill Margos, what Vic did.

You burned our futures.
The only reason you're even here…

Hey, hey, hey.
Come on, leave it, leave it.

–No, tell him.
–Stop it.

What?

Aceveda will disband us if you leave,
so we're stuck with you.

–That's not the only reason, Lem.
–Of course, it is.

Otherwise, I wouldn't breathe
the same air.

That money is gone. There's no reason
we should lose the team because of it.

I can't do this anymore.
I can't… I can't do this anymore.

Stealing drugs, money,
always hiding.

I'm puking up blood,
for Christ's sake.

You've torched enough cash to buy
1000 doctors, you dumb shit.

–You dumb shit!
–You know what?

–Forget it, man.
–Shut up.

–No, just let him go.
–Forget it.

–No, we gotta talk about this.
–Screw you, man.

Shut up, goddamn it, I said!

He doesn't give a shit
about his friends.

Don't do this. Lem, come on.

He doesn't give a shit
about his friends. Let him go.

–They are going to disband us.
–No, they're not. No, they're not.

Go after Lem. Try to talk him down.

Shane and I are gonna go to his house
in case you miss him. Let's go.

What are we doing?

It's not what we're doing.
You're gonna go apologize.

–Lem should be apologizing.
–I did not go through this shit-storm…

to lose our whole team
over your goddamn temper.

Hey, I didn't ask you
to go alone after Margos.

I was right there next to you.
You ditched us.

To protect you.

I didn't ask to be left behind.
I don't need protecting.

Oh, yeah? What about Tavon?

You know, you talk.
You talk like we're brothers…

yet you treat me
like I'm a little brother.

–Where did you get that line, Mara?
–Hey, she's my wife now.

Wrap your head around that.

She might kiss you
in all the right places…

but when the time comes,
she'll turn on you too.

–Is that the way you want this to go?
–Come on, right now. Right now.

You better watch out.

Your wife isn't here to hit me
in the head with an iron.

Oh, yeah, I've made some mistakes.
You never let me forget them.

You even come down on me
when I didn't do anything.

You thought I took that seven grand
from the storage locker.

–I didn't know who took it.
–Bullshit!

–You thought it was me.
–Nothing else made sense at the time.

I told you the truth.

I looked you in the eye
and I told you the truth…

and you still thought
I was a liar in your head.

I was with you every step of the way
on the money train.

Like I had to drag you
kicking and screaming.

–You wanted that money as much as I.
–You're goddamn right.

You're goddamn right.

And now you're backing the guy
who burned it over me.

I never, I never put
the money above us.

–Do you think that's what I did?
–That's what you're doing right now.

This bitch has you so turned around
you don't even see it.

I'm going home to that bitch.
Who the hell are you going home to?

–My daughter.
–Oh, yeah?

–Yeah.
–Yeah, the good father?

How long do you think
that's gonna last?

You f…

We've been through a lot,
you and me.

I'm giving you one chance
to walk away.

You take it.

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