Crash s01e01 Episode Script
Crash
( instrumental music playing ) What happened to you? Excuse me? What in the hell has happened to you? Sir, are you talking to me? Look at all those veins.
Where did all those veins come from? l can't stand looking at you.
l mean, you sit before me without glory, no speckled bust Pallas Athena, but as a private road map to death.
Those veins are like thickened rope being woven for the hangman.
l'm sorry, sir, l don't understand.
Oh! Back in you go.
l need you to come pick me up right now.
Get this-- now he exposed himself to me.
Stay back! Don't make this about you.
You fucking perv! Don't show me your shriveled-up dick then blame me.
No one's blaming you.
l'm suing.
That's six grand.
That's what it costs for this little exposure of mine.
That's what you charge-- $6,000 for your furtive glance at my junk.
That's all you'll take away with you.
Unless you accept my apologies and, uh you know, decide to stay.
You see, l thought it was a privileged conversation.
- l want 15.
- six.
That's all.
You're welcome to ask my lawyers for more.
Those asshole elves will come up to the challenge.
They'll checkmate you.
lf you don't want to stay, that's fine.
You know, l carry a lot of damage with me.
Take the six and be happy and cash the check and count the bills.
And then shove them up your fucking snatch and l hope your retard bastard child, when he's born some years hence, will come out clutching your fucking prize.
Fuck you! l-- l need the keys.
( theme music playing ) ( moaning ) - l love you.
- ( moaning ) l really do.
( screams ) What the fuck? - Don't say that.
- ( pounding on door ) - Police! Open up! - Shit.
D.
A.
Just called.
They're arraigning Santa Rosa.
Oh, shit, l thought that was tomorrow.
The judge wants to clean his docket today.
- Oh shit.
- lf we're not there in the next 45, your deadbeat walks.
Chop chop.
- Oh, hey, Bebe? - Hmmm? l can see your badge.
Tsk! ( chuckles ) Lieutenant, what's up? l got enough pussy in here.
Get out.
That's nice.
Real nice-- romantic.
- You seem relaxed.
- Shut up! - How's your boyfriend? - He's not my boyfriend.
You know, before you say anything else, Kenny, drop it! What? l'm just saying.
You know, mixing business and pleasure, it's a bad idea.
- Thanks.
- l don't want you to get hurt.
Sure you do, then you can comfort me.
Don't fucking flatter yourself, sweetheart.
l'm a married man.
So is he.
You know, rolling up with the lights on is a sure suspension.
You made this collar, l want to make sure you get the win.
Watch out! ( panting ) Shit.
- You all right? - Yeah, you? Oh, you gotta be kidding me.
at First and Western.
Officer-involved T.
C.
l need an R.
A.
unit and shop tow.
- You all right, ma'am? - Oh my God.
You okay? You could have fucking killed me! - Look at my car! Jesus! - We had our sirens on.
You should have pulled over.
What? You're saying this is my fault? We need to see your license and registration, ma'am.
For what? Why don't you ask his license and registration, fucking speeding through like that? Crowded streets, you're not even paying attention, you fucking cops do what the fuck you want, don't you? - Ma'am, control yourself.
- Control myself? You're the one out of fucking control, driving like it's a freeway.
No show.
Everybody just please stand back.
Watch out, they'll drive right into you.
Ma'am, l know you're upset.
l need you to calm down and give me your license and registration.
Fuck off, pretty boy.
Step back, put your hands on the car.
Go to hell.
Step back-- l'm not asking you twice.
As much fun and games as this is Fucking kidding me! lt's time to call it a day, sweetheart.
- This is abuse! Ow! - Like this picture, guys? Calm the fuck down, will ya? You're making me look bad.
Your gun is poking me.
Oh, what, that? That ain't my gun, sweetheart.
Oh yeah, that's very funny.
Are you gonna just look at them? This is fucking ridiculous! ( shrieking ) Oh my God! ( grunting ) You're dead! - Fuckin'-A, Kenny.
- This is bullshit! God Damn it.
l don't fucking believe this.
Fucking assholes! ( rap music playing ) ( doorbell rings ) Hey, l'm Anthony Adams.
l'm here for the dr-- ( disco music playing ) - Ben Cendars.
- l know who you are.
- Anthony Adams.
- Please have a seat here.
Sure.
So have you driven anybody before? Not professionally, but l'm sure l can handle it.
Nice rims.
Oh, yeah yeah.
l just got those, man.
They're tight.
And where did you get the money? Excuse me? - Where are you from? - l'm from L.
A.
Born and bred.
Ayres Avenue, off Manchester near Florence.
''Gorillas in the Mist.
'' ( chuckles ) That's what the L.
A.
P.
D.
said when the riots broke out at Florence and Normandie.
Oh, you're probably too young to remember.
Uh, l remember.
Yeah.
Thank you.
This water's too busy.
Why is this water so fucking busy? What the fuck is the matter with you? You know the first ghetto-- an area that was set aside-- was in Venice, ltaly, for the Jews, because their Christian neighbors despised them, so they were forced to live apart.
But they educated their young, they took care of their poor, they maintained public safety.
Does that describe what happens where you come from? ls there a problem? l'm just trying to get to know you better, you know? Look, l know you're a big music producer and all, and l respect the work you've done, but all you need to know is l got my license, l keep my mouth shut and l got my Mapquest here, all right? So you wanna ask me personal questions about my single-mother home, then that's gonna cost you extra.
- You wanna be in music? - Yeah, l write.
That's your problem.
See, l'm not here to hook a brother up.
l'm here to run my label.
l don't want it buried in the mass grave of Hip Hop.
So if you think that when you're stopped at a stop light, that you can slip in your mix tape for me to hear, uh-uh.
l hear you.
All right.
l-- l got the job? And l told you l don't have the money-- not yet.
Soon.
l've got a few buyers.
l don't know.
l can't push too hard.
You brought them in, you deal with them.
Tell them l'll have the money when l have the money.
l'm doing everything l can.
l can't talk about this right now.
lt's my wife's birthday.
Okay.
To my daughter on her 40th.
Happy birthday.
We love you.
Many many more.
Thank you, Daddy.
Cheers, honey.
Oh.
Only you would cook on your own 40th.
Well, Megan has an exam tomorrow and Peter has a late meeting.
About the development? You're better off knocking those houses down and building a golf course.
- How many are there? - You know how many.
Look, you buy the worst house on one of the nice streets, you paint it, you flip it a year later.
What is so hard about that? Don't start, Dad.
He's always gotta go for the big score.
Okay, maybe we could just drop it.
( chuckles ) Would you like some salad? Yes, l would love some salad.
Thank you.
Dad? Dad, are you all right? Oh my God.
He can't breathe.
Wait-- he can't breathe.
Lou? He can't breathe.
Megan, call 911.
- Let me do it.
- Hurry! All right, you ready? One, two, three.
- Owwww! - Fuck.
( groaning ) ( police radio chatter ) They got one of our kids.
( growls ) Lieutenant, meet Jimmy Kyung.
Looks like he shot whoever shot him.
Great.
We can't have this shit here.
Not someone like Kyung.
He was sending money back to Seoul.
Who'd be dumb enough to rob Kyung? You tell us.
l do that and l might as well put a bullet in the motherfucker.
You could do that too.
l'm a cop.
l'll pay you double last time.
Last time l was just planting a little coke.
( siren blaring ) l'm sorry l ruined your birthday.
We could use more quality time together.
( laughs, winces ) Don't make me laugh.
Sorry l can't do anything for the ribs.
They'll tape them up after the X-rays, but he'll be pretty sore for a few weeks.
Thank you.
Vitals seem fine.
l didn't see any obstruction but the docs'll check that too.
Sometimes a piece of food could lodge deeper inside the trachea.
They'll make sure you're all clear.
Excuse me, you've been so helpful l really hate to mention this.
Something wrong? Have you seen my father's watch? Did you take it off to take his pulse or something? l didn't see it.
l'm sure it'll turn up.
Stressful day.
Hey, before we roll, let's put this accident report to bed.
( clears throat ) Okay, how about this? After sexually harassing me and making me pay for the coffee-- - Yeah, that was wrong.
- You think? --Officer Battaglia was speeding to court in Code 3-- - Had to get there.
- against department policy when he sideswiped an innocent motorist and then arrested her under false pretenses.
Nice.
l was thinking of something a little less descriptive maybe.
l told you hitting the lights was wrong.
l did it for you.
Okay? So listen, dispatch had just put out a 415.
All right? We'll say that we were responding to the call - when the suspect-- - She's not a suspect.
My God, we almost killed her.
She's under arrest-- when the suspect entered the intersection and made contact with the squad car.
( groans ) She used hostile language, assumed a threatening stance, l had no choice but to detain her.
You got it? - l got it.
- That's my girl.
- Partner.
- Yeah.
You bald cocksucker.
This is a fucking joke! Did you see my car? l'm gonna sue the shit outta you.
l'm gonna fucking sue the shit out of you.
That's right, the mother-loving s-h-i-t.
Pay up, assholes.
And you, Officer Calvin Klein, you're gonna end up selling peanuts at Dodger Stadium.
ls that right? You got a big mouth, you know that? - And you have a small dick.
- ( laughter ) ls that all you got? Why don't you turn around and get out of here before l bust you for loitering? You do what you gotta do just like l do what l gotta do, okay? ( softly ) Tight little jalapeno.
You ain't done yet, are you? - Whoa! - Now she's done.
She's got you.
You go fucking write that up.
Here are the house keys.
One day you'll come in here and you'll find me either missing or dead.
There are numbers under this phone over here and l want you to call them first before you call the press.
lt's really important, all right? ''l count the grains of sand on the beach and measure the sea; l understand the speech of the dumb and l hear the voiceless.
The smell has come to my sense of the hard-shelled tortoise boiling and bubbling with a lamb's flesh in a bronze pot: the cauldron underneath it is bronze, and the lid is bronze.
Now tell me, Delphi, do you see my doom?'' Yeah.
Then roll us a fucking joint.
Now that l understand.
- Mr.
Loskey? - Yes? Dr.
Rab.
l'm the cardiac fellow.
There's something l need to discuss with you.
You have severe aortic stenosis-- valvular disease.
Your aorta is blocked-- the main heart valve.
We'll need to replace it with a mechanical one.
- An artificial heart? - Just the valve.
But it requires open-heart surgery.
We're gonna want a second opinion.
According to your admit exam, you've been symptomatic for months.
- He hasn't had any symptoms.
- Shortness of breath, dizziness, chest pain.
You never mentioned.
You'll need to have a cardiac catheterization in the morning and then come back for the surgery.
You're lucky you broke your ribs today, Mr.
Loskey.
We might have never caught it.
( cell phone ringing ) Shin? What-- what took you? Hurry.
You got to do something.
- What the fuck happened? - Jae got shot.
What's he doing here? You gotta get him to a hospital.
( speaks Korean ) No hospital.
- You're a doctor-- help him! - l'm an E.
M.
T.
l don't have any of my stuff.
Fuck! What are you doing with these guys? Not now.
Help Jae.
Help him! He's in respiratory distress.
He needs surgery.
lf he stays here, he'll die.
He'll die and we'll all be fucked.
Fix him.
Give me a towel for the bleeding.
- That's all we-- - Give me your shirt! l need some kind of tube.
Give me your knife.
Take it easy, this is gonna help you breathe.
- Give me your finger.
- What? Get him to a fucking hospital-- now! And don't ever call me again.
( funk music playing ) Oh, yeah.
What you been working on? Breaking open any new acts? l been going through a-- a fallow period.
- Man.
- What? l never met anyone who talked like you before.
That's because most of the guys like me are either homeless or have been committed or returned to Tralfamadore.
( chuckling ) ( laughs ) That is some good shit, right? - This here is bunk.
- What? Yeah, man, my Uncle Rodger's got the fire.
Man, you put that to your lips, you can hear your brain cells pop.
Are you close to your Uncle Rodger? He raised me and my brother.
Are you a close family? Not my brother, but me and Rodger are cool.
Where is he at now-- Rodger? He's got a barbershop down in the hood.
He's got a spot in the back.
We shoot pool.
l'd love to meet him sometime.
No way.
Why not? l don't know, man.
l don't bring work home with me.
Whoa, Mr.
Cendars.
l come from paying my respects to Mrs.
Kyung-- now a widow, her two daughters fatherless.
My association will pay a pension to the family.
l also assured them l'll see Kyung's killers brought to justice.
Well, l'm putting a case together.
Kyung was well-loved, yes, but also a very important man.
He arranged many things between here and Korea.
- Mmm.
- Without him, money and people can't move.
Well, l figured he did more than sell kimchi.
When someone harms one of our members, especially someone in Kyung's standing, payback must be swift and certain.
You don't want people to think that your association is useless.
Thanks for the encouragement.
Okay, so, Dad, you're gonna have your surgery tomorrow and then you'll come recuperate at our house.
Just get the additional liability - Well, you can't stay alone.
- lt's all his fault.
My fault? - You can't be serious.
- He broke my ribs.
You were choking.
l saved your life.
- He did you a favor.
- Bullshit.
That blockage is a clot.
He squeezed it into place.
Must have gone to your brain, Lou.
- You did this on purpose.
- Right.
Believe what you want to believe, but if l were you, l'd start believing that you're staying in our guest room.
Like hell he is.
l'll get a private-duty nurse during the day.
No.
She can take care of everything.
Okay? Food, diet, exercise.
Wait wait wait, we have to talk.
l'm staying at your sister's.
Callie didn't even call today.
She doesn't care.
Let him stay with Callie.
- That's the answer.
- She can handle it.
- l'm handling it.
- You can't handle this.
Let him go, will you? l'm so sick of his shit.
- He's my father.
- And l'm your husband.
- A husband on handouts.
- What? A husband who's bankrupting her, - Who's not paying attention.
- l'm bankrupting her? - Okay, guys-- - You are so full of shit! - Shut your mouth! - Stop this.
Just stop.
( arguing fades ) ( knocks ) - Yes? - Good evening, sir.
l'm Officer Battaglia.
ls your daughter home? l have no daughters.
Oh.
( speaks foreign language ) - ( speaks foreign language ) - Thank you.
Policia.
What the fuck are you doing here? ls that your husband? Are-- are you here to pay for my car? No, look, l'm here to apologize, okay? l'm sorry your car got damaged in the line of police duty.
l spoke to my lawyer.
He said you're not supposed to run lights unless it's a real emergency.
We were on our way to court, to testify.
Yeah.
Come on.
Help me out here.
Well that's why you're nervous.
l ain't nervous, sweetheart.
lf it was police duty, the city would pay me off and you would have nothing to worry about.
ls that what you think? Oh, well, instead you're dealing with bigger skidmarks than the ones your car left when you crashed into me, aren't you? Be careful how close you get.
He'll never sign a 360, Ben.
That's because you won't let him.
lf l talk to him directly, he will.
You're asking for merchandising, licensing and touring.
Come on, Ben! l can't give you points on that.
That's how these guys make their money, man.
Anthony, the record business is collapsing.
We cannot rely on album sales anymore.
This guy's voice is shot.
His producer wrote his best material.
He's in and out of rehab.
You're lucky l'm paying you half up front.
- That's very funny.
- That's funny? All right, look, what if we up your cut of streaming and ad-supported to 45, Ben? - 45.
- You're not paying attention.
Half of it's up front.
Can you even pony up half, Ben? Are you suggesting that l can't deliver? No, l just-- forget it, Ben.
Forget it.
Forget it? Forget that you just insulted me in front of one of my closest colleagues? l am trying to mentor the kid, to show him how one conducts oneself in the world of business, how one negotiates fairly, how to capitalize on relationships that one has spent a lifetime materializing.
- Calm down, Ben.
- l'm trying to show him how to conduct oneself with civility, with humility, with integrity.
And you just take those and just throw them right out the fucking window, Marty, because you make it personal.
l didn't mean to insult you, Ben.
l didn't mean it.
You did, Marty.
You did.
l am just trying to say that we broke this kid in.
We brought him up the charts.
We hooked him up with all the best people.
A 360 cuts them all out, Ben.
- ( knife snicks ) - l'm gonna cut you.
Jesus! l'll cut your fucking lungs out! Jesus Christ, Ben.
- l'll jihad your ass.
- Dude, this is some crazy-- You goat pig twat.
Mr.
Cendars, stop.
Whoa whoa whoa, chill, man.
You want him? Go on, go on! This is your idea of civility, Ben? - Watch out.
- Hey, Ben-- - You are fucking crazy.
- l'll show you fucking crazy! Look, it's cool.
Ain't nobody killing nobody.
Too far, Ben.
Too far! - Don't throw the knife! - Watch this too far.
- Go on, run run! - Hey, stop, man.
lt's over.
Dude, hey hey hey.
What the fuck are you doing, man? ( laughs ) Aw, fuck him.
Now he's got a story.
''Ben Cendars pulled a knife on me.
'' He's important now.
( laughs ) All right.
Well, come on.
Are you driving? ( police radio chatter ) ( exhales ) ( camera clicking ) All right.
Fucking Eddie.
Son of a bitch.
- Okay, here we go.
- Easy easy easy.
- Okay, watch your step.
- Hang onto me.
l got you.
Come on-- ow! Careful, he's broken enough ribs already.
Megan, here.
Will you take these up to Grandpa's room, sweetie? Thank you.
- lf you don't mind? - So where's my room? lt's upstairs.
Mariel cleaned it yesterday.
Ohhh, the one with the bathroom? That's Megan's room.
Oh, so l get the small bathroom? lt'll be fine.
l gotta get to work.
You can help us up the stairs.
Oh no no, we're good.
Come on, let's go.
- Leave this thing down here.
- Oh, owww! - Here, l got it.
- Let me help you.
Just take your time, Dad.
Okay? Just take it easy.
Hello, asshole.
My husband's asking questions About your visit last night.
You liked that, didn't you? Don't put words in my mouth.
Oh, sweetheart, if l was going to put anything in your mouth, - it wouldn't be words.
- Wow.
Do you do this to every woman you arrest? We should get together, you and me, You know? Might be fun.
Actually, that's a great idea.
l'm not too far from you right now.
Oh, is that right? Where you at? ln your captain's office, about to file a complaint that's going to fuck you harder than you want to fuck me.
( whispers ) Motherfucker.
- Get the fuck-- - Whoa! ( grunts ) Oh sorry, Cap.
l didn't see you there.
You're not seeing much these days, are you, shitbird? - That was cute.
- You didn't like it? Come here.
Does it feel good, making me look like an ass? You made me look like one in front of my husband.
Come on, that's really your husband? For almost three years.
Then what the fuck are you doing here? Well, l guess l have a problem with authority.
Three years-- that's a long time.
Does he keep you happy? Are you married? There's a bar down the street.
Why don't you meet me there in an hour? l gotta go home before Gustav gets back.
One drink.
One drink.
You got a minute? Actually l'm in the middle of something then l gotta bounce.
lt won't take long.
Are you okay? No.
ls this about-- when l told you l loved you and you punched me in the fucking eye? - You can't say that.
- lt's how l feel.
lt doesn't matter.
lt's against the rules.
Expressing my love for you is against the rules? lt's true.
Bebe, it's true.
You're gonna leave your wife? l don't know.
l'm thinking about it.
At least have the decency to be straight with me.
Make me a bad guy all you want, but l'm being honest.
l love you.
Let me hear you say those three words.
Huh? Yeah.
( clears throat ) ( slams ) lnteresting shit coming out of K-Town these days, Eddie.
You know a guy named Jae Ji-Wan? Round-eye name: J.
J.
l know a lot of people.
Well, this one is dead, dumped in a garage like a motherless dog with a gunshot to the chest.
l tell ya, l worked K-Town for a lotta years now and l've always been impressed with the respect Koreans have for one another.
l've got work to do.
ln a garage like yesterday's trash? Tsk tsk tsk.
You should have seen him.
l expect this type of disrespect from Crips, MS-1 3, not K-Town Killas.
Your work can wait.
We got some things to settle.
( rock music playing ) Hey.
( huffs ) - License and registration.
- What?! l just saw you exit that bar.
Look at me.
Have you been drinking? This is entrapment.
Drunk driving's a serious offense.
l'm afraid l'm going to have to administer a breathalyzer.
Uh-oh.
Step out of the car, please.
l'm not taking that stupid test.
Then you go to jail.
This is bullshit! l had one drink.
Sure put your mouth around the white tube and blow into it.
l'll let you know how drunk you are.
Try harder.
( blows ) Keep going.
One more time.
Not so hard.
That's it.
Perfect.
No teeth.
Just the tip now, baby.
Oh, you have no idea.
Jae had a wound that was professionally wrapped with a flutter-valve dressing.
Aren't E.
M.
T.
s trained to do that procedure? Lots of people can do that.
Right, like doctors at hospitals.
l checked the records.
Jae was a no-show all over the city, which means someone patched him up on the streets.
lt wasn't me.
Here's some more news: the bullet in Jae's body matches Kyung's gun.
When Jae shot Kyung, Kyung shot back.
l'm gonna nail you on accessory to murder.
Judge sees your priors, gang affiliation, you're looking at a dime apiece.
How's Mom and Dad going to feel when they find out that they gave up rice-digging to come to this country and see their only son throw away 10 years of his life? For what? All you gotta do is tell me who else was involved in this murder.
l don't know.
( clicks teeth ) Ah, boy boy boy.
l mean, you were their older brother, their hyung as your people call it, and they disrespect you like this.
That shows you they don't care about tradition, not to mention they kill a respected shop owner.
These aren't your Korean brothers.
They dragged you into this-- you got a right to be upset.
When we catch them-- and we will-- they're gonna dump on you to save their own asses, same way they dumped Jae's.
Sorry, detective.
l can't help you.
( sighs ) ( radio playing blues music ) ( radio playing blues music ) - What's up, what's up? - What's happening? Oh my Gosh.
All right, all right, good to see you.
- Hey, man, good to see you.
- Good to see you.
- What's up? - Hey, everybody! Take a look at Mr.
Bigshot over there driving for some music producer, - What's his name again? - Ben Cendars.
Ben Cendars?! Where has that motherfucker been at? Hey, he's having a fallow period.
Having a foul-- a what-the-fuck? Dude, that's how he talks.
l can't even describe him.
My man is straight-up crazy.
Get this-- first day on the job, my man pulled out a blade like this on another white cat in the back of the limo, man.
- No shit.
- l'm saying.
Man, l had to pull over and save this motherfucker 'cause there ain't no way the po-pos gonna buy a white dude stabbing another white dude with a nigga in the car with them.
He ain't come at you though, right? Hell no.
( shop bell rings ) l'm looking for Anthony's uncle.
l'm Rodger Powell.
Ben Cendars.
Your nephew said that you raised him.
You did a beautiful job.
He is a fine young man.
Now l've sent one of these to Elton every year for his birthday.
l just wanted to show my appreciation.
Louis Xlll Remy Martin Grande Champagne Cognac-- this here is $2,000 a bottle.
Well, Anthony saved my ass yesterday.
l was in a bit of a jam and he came through for me.
Yeah, he told us about that.
Oh man that's in violation of our confidentiality agreement.
But l didn't use any names.
( tsks ) Well, it's all in the family, right? Yeah.
Uh, l assume that the back room is in the back.
l, uh-- l'll be in the back.
He's-- You said he was gonna stay with us a few weeks.
Now we're renovating a bathroom for him? He fell.
ls your father helping us with this renovation? lt's our house.
He is sick.
Yeah, and he needs specialized long-term healthcare from professionals-- full-time.
Right, and he is my father.
l'm taking care of him.
l am not parking him with strangers.
You think a major bathroom remodel is going to make him love you? Jesus Christ.
lt's taking out a closet and adding a door.
- lt's not that easy.
- Yeah - actually it is.
- We need an architect.
No, we can just get a contractor.
l can draw it out myself.
You have no idea what you're talking about.
None.
What are you doing? ( knocks ) l should fuck you up for dragging me into your bullshit.
What are you talking about? You knew what you were doing when you patched Jae up.
l told you to get him to a hospital, not dump him in a fucking garage.
That was Jae, man.
How could you do that? We had to put him somewhere he'd be found.
You're not even supposed to be here.
lf anything happens to her because of your stupidity, l swear to God-- who do you think came up with the whole idea to knock over Kyung? Shin, since when do we rob our own? - That guy was stinking rich.
- Take it easy, man.
You did your shit when you used to roll.
l would have never left my dongsaeng in a garage surrounded by filth! And l'll tell you another thing-- l ain't taking the heat for this.
- This fucking ends now.
- What's that mean? lt's fucking over.
Police! Up up up up! Up up.
Let's go, up! - You fucking rat! - No, Eddie's not a rat.
Just easy to follow.
( laughs ) you Asians drive so fucking slow, Stevie Wonder can tail you.
( groans ) Oh fuck.
Fuck! ( chuckles ) All right, anything else? Yeah, well, don't be late tomorrow.
( door closes ) ( sighs ) Hey.
Hey, man, you gotta help me out.
Why is he always so-- - You can't take my place.
- What? You can't take my place.
SubRip & timing adjustment by Rapunzel ( music ends )
Where did all those veins come from? l can't stand looking at you.
l mean, you sit before me without glory, no speckled bust Pallas Athena, but as a private road map to death.
Those veins are like thickened rope being woven for the hangman.
l'm sorry, sir, l don't understand.
Oh! Back in you go.
l need you to come pick me up right now.
Get this-- now he exposed himself to me.
Stay back! Don't make this about you.
You fucking perv! Don't show me your shriveled-up dick then blame me.
No one's blaming you.
l'm suing.
That's six grand.
That's what it costs for this little exposure of mine.
That's what you charge-- $6,000 for your furtive glance at my junk.
That's all you'll take away with you.
Unless you accept my apologies and, uh you know, decide to stay.
You see, l thought it was a privileged conversation.
- l want 15.
- six.
That's all.
You're welcome to ask my lawyers for more.
Those asshole elves will come up to the challenge.
They'll checkmate you.
lf you don't want to stay, that's fine.
You know, l carry a lot of damage with me.
Take the six and be happy and cash the check and count the bills.
And then shove them up your fucking snatch and l hope your retard bastard child, when he's born some years hence, will come out clutching your fucking prize.
Fuck you! l-- l need the keys.
( theme music playing ) ( moaning ) - l love you.
- ( moaning ) l really do.
( screams ) What the fuck? - Don't say that.
- ( pounding on door ) - Police! Open up! - Shit.
D.
A.
Just called.
They're arraigning Santa Rosa.
Oh, shit, l thought that was tomorrow.
The judge wants to clean his docket today.
- Oh shit.
- lf we're not there in the next 45, your deadbeat walks.
Chop chop.
- Oh, hey, Bebe? - Hmmm? l can see your badge.
Tsk! ( chuckles ) Lieutenant, what's up? l got enough pussy in here.
Get out.
That's nice.
Real nice-- romantic.
- You seem relaxed.
- Shut up! - How's your boyfriend? - He's not my boyfriend.
You know, before you say anything else, Kenny, drop it! What? l'm just saying.
You know, mixing business and pleasure, it's a bad idea.
- Thanks.
- l don't want you to get hurt.
Sure you do, then you can comfort me.
Don't fucking flatter yourself, sweetheart.
l'm a married man.
So is he.
You know, rolling up with the lights on is a sure suspension.
You made this collar, l want to make sure you get the win.
Watch out! ( panting ) Shit.
- You all right? - Yeah, you? Oh, you gotta be kidding me.
at First and Western.
Officer-involved T.
C.
l need an R.
A.
unit and shop tow.
- You all right, ma'am? - Oh my God.
You okay? You could have fucking killed me! - Look at my car! Jesus! - We had our sirens on.
You should have pulled over.
What? You're saying this is my fault? We need to see your license and registration, ma'am.
For what? Why don't you ask his license and registration, fucking speeding through like that? Crowded streets, you're not even paying attention, you fucking cops do what the fuck you want, don't you? - Ma'am, control yourself.
- Control myself? You're the one out of fucking control, driving like it's a freeway.
No show.
Everybody just please stand back.
Watch out, they'll drive right into you.
Ma'am, l know you're upset.
l need you to calm down and give me your license and registration.
Fuck off, pretty boy.
Step back, put your hands on the car.
Go to hell.
Step back-- l'm not asking you twice.
As much fun and games as this is Fucking kidding me! lt's time to call it a day, sweetheart.
- This is abuse! Ow! - Like this picture, guys? Calm the fuck down, will ya? You're making me look bad.
Your gun is poking me.
Oh, what, that? That ain't my gun, sweetheart.
Oh yeah, that's very funny.
Are you gonna just look at them? This is fucking ridiculous! ( shrieking ) Oh my God! ( grunting ) You're dead! - Fuckin'-A, Kenny.
- This is bullshit! God Damn it.
l don't fucking believe this.
Fucking assholes! ( rap music playing ) ( doorbell rings ) Hey, l'm Anthony Adams.
l'm here for the dr-- ( disco music playing ) - Ben Cendars.
- l know who you are.
- Anthony Adams.
- Please have a seat here.
Sure.
So have you driven anybody before? Not professionally, but l'm sure l can handle it.
Nice rims.
Oh, yeah yeah.
l just got those, man.
They're tight.
And where did you get the money? Excuse me? - Where are you from? - l'm from L.
A.
Born and bred.
Ayres Avenue, off Manchester near Florence.
''Gorillas in the Mist.
'' ( chuckles ) That's what the L.
A.
P.
D.
said when the riots broke out at Florence and Normandie.
Oh, you're probably too young to remember.
Uh, l remember.
Yeah.
Thank you.
This water's too busy.
Why is this water so fucking busy? What the fuck is the matter with you? You know the first ghetto-- an area that was set aside-- was in Venice, ltaly, for the Jews, because their Christian neighbors despised them, so they were forced to live apart.
But they educated their young, they took care of their poor, they maintained public safety.
Does that describe what happens where you come from? ls there a problem? l'm just trying to get to know you better, you know? Look, l know you're a big music producer and all, and l respect the work you've done, but all you need to know is l got my license, l keep my mouth shut and l got my Mapquest here, all right? So you wanna ask me personal questions about my single-mother home, then that's gonna cost you extra.
- You wanna be in music? - Yeah, l write.
That's your problem.
See, l'm not here to hook a brother up.
l'm here to run my label.
l don't want it buried in the mass grave of Hip Hop.
So if you think that when you're stopped at a stop light, that you can slip in your mix tape for me to hear, uh-uh.
l hear you.
All right.
l-- l got the job? And l told you l don't have the money-- not yet.
Soon.
l've got a few buyers.
l don't know.
l can't push too hard.
You brought them in, you deal with them.
Tell them l'll have the money when l have the money.
l'm doing everything l can.
l can't talk about this right now.
lt's my wife's birthday.
Okay.
To my daughter on her 40th.
Happy birthday.
We love you.
Many many more.
Thank you, Daddy.
Cheers, honey.
Oh.
Only you would cook on your own 40th.
Well, Megan has an exam tomorrow and Peter has a late meeting.
About the development? You're better off knocking those houses down and building a golf course.
- How many are there? - You know how many.
Look, you buy the worst house on one of the nice streets, you paint it, you flip it a year later.
What is so hard about that? Don't start, Dad.
He's always gotta go for the big score.
Okay, maybe we could just drop it.
( chuckles ) Would you like some salad? Yes, l would love some salad.
Thank you.
Dad? Dad, are you all right? Oh my God.
He can't breathe.
Wait-- he can't breathe.
Lou? He can't breathe.
Megan, call 911.
- Let me do it.
- Hurry! All right, you ready? One, two, three.
- Owwww! - Fuck.
( groaning ) ( police radio chatter ) They got one of our kids.
( growls ) Lieutenant, meet Jimmy Kyung.
Looks like he shot whoever shot him.
Great.
We can't have this shit here.
Not someone like Kyung.
He was sending money back to Seoul.
Who'd be dumb enough to rob Kyung? You tell us.
l do that and l might as well put a bullet in the motherfucker.
You could do that too.
l'm a cop.
l'll pay you double last time.
Last time l was just planting a little coke.
( siren blaring ) l'm sorry l ruined your birthday.
We could use more quality time together.
( laughs, winces ) Don't make me laugh.
Sorry l can't do anything for the ribs.
They'll tape them up after the X-rays, but he'll be pretty sore for a few weeks.
Thank you.
Vitals seem fine.
l didn't see any obstruction but the docs'll check that too.
Sometimes a piece of food could lodge deeper inside the trachea.
They'll make sure you're all clear.
Excuse me, you've been so helpful l really hate to mention this.
Something wrong? Have you seen my father's watch? Did you take it off to take his pulse or something? l didn't see it.
l'm sure it'll turn up.
Stressful day.
Hey, before we roll, let's put this accident report to bed.
( clears throat ) Okay, how about this? After sexually harassing me and making me pay for the coffee-- - Yeah, that was wrong.
- You think? --Officer Battaglia was speeding to court in Code 3-- - Had to get there.
- against department policy when he sideswiped an innocent motorist and then arrested her under false pretenses.
Nice.
l was thinking of something a little less descriptive maybe.
l told you hitting the lights was wrong.
l did it for you.
Okay? So listen, dispatch had just put out a 415.
All right? We'll say that we were responding to the call - when the suspect-- - She's not a suspect.
My God, we almost killed her.
She's under arrest-- when the suspect entered the intersection and made contact with the squad car.
( groans ) She used hostile language, assumed a threatening stance, l had no choice but to detain her.
You got it? - l got it.
- That's my girl.
- Partner.
- Yeah.
You bald cocksucker.
This is a fucking joke! Did you see my car? l'm gonna sue the shit outta you.
l'm gonna fucking sue the shit out of you.
That's right, the mother-loving s-h-i-t.
Pay up, assholes.
And you, Officer Calvin Klein, you're gonna end up selling peanuts at Dodger Stadium.
ls that right? You got a big mouth, you know that? - And you have a small dick.
- ( laughter ) ls that all you got? Why don't you turn around and get out of here before l bust you for loitering? You do what you gotta do just like l do what l gotta do, okay? ( softly ) Tight little jalapeno.
You ain't done yet, are you? - Whoa! - Now she's done.
She's got you.
You go fucking write that up.
Here are the house keys.
One day you'll come in here and you'll find me either missing or dead.
There are numbers under this phone over here and l want you to call them first before you call the press.
lt's really important, all right? ''l count the grains of sand on the beach and measure the sea; l understand the speech of the dumb and l hear the voiceless.
The smell has come to my sense of the hard-shelled tortoise boiling and bubbling with a lamb's flesh in a bronze pot: the cauldron underneath it is bronze, and the lid is bronze.
Now tell me, Delphi, do you see my doom?'' Yeah.
Then roll us a fucking joint.
Now that l understand.
- Mr.
Loskey? - Yes? Dr.
Rab.
l'm the cardiac fellow.
There's something l need to discuss with you.
You have severe aortic stenosis-- valvular disease.
Your aorta is blocked-- the main heart valve.
We'll need to replace it with a mechanical one.
- An artificial heart? - Just the valve.
But it requires open-heart surgery.
We're gonna want a second opinion.
According to your admit exam, you've been symptomatic for months.
- He hasn't had any symptoms.
- Shortness of breath, dizziness, chest pain.
You never mentioned.
You'll need to have a cardiac catheterization in the morning and then come back for the surgery.
You're lucky you broke your ribs today, Mr.
Loskey.
We might have never caught it.
( cell phone ringing ) Shin? What-- what took you? Hurry.
You got to do something.
- What the fuck happened? - Jae got shot.
What's he doing here? You gotta get him to a hospital.
( speaks Korean ) No hospital.
- You're a doctor-- help him! - l'm an E.
M.
T.
l don't have any of my stuff.
Fuck! What are you doing with these guys? Not now.
Help Jae.
Help him! He's in respiratory distress.
He needs surgery.
lf he stays here, he'll die.
He'll die and we'll all be fucked.
Fix him.
Give me a towel for the bleeding.
- That's all we-- - Give me your shirt! l need some kind of tube.
Give me your knife.
Take it easy, this is gonna help you breathe.
- Give me your finger.
- What? Get him to a fucking hospital-- now! And don't ever call me again.
( funk music playing ) Oh, yeah.
What you been working on? Breaking open any new acts? l been going through a-- a fallow period.
- Man.
- What? l never met anyone who talked like you before.
That's because most of the guys like me are either homeless or have been committed or returned to Tralfamadore.
( chuckling ) ( laughs ) That is some good shit, right? - This here is bunk.
- What? Yeah, man, my Uncle Rodger's got the fire.
Man, you put that to your lips, you can hear your brain cells pop.
Are you close to your Uncle Rodger? He raised me and my brother.
Are you a close family? Not my brother, but me and Rodger are cool.
Where is he at now-- Rodger? He's got a barbershop down in the hood.
He's got a spot in the back.
We shoot pool.
l'd love to meet him sometime.
No way.
Why not? l don't know, man.
l don't bring work home with me.
Whoa, Mr.
Cendars.
l come from paying my respects to Mrs.
Kyung-- now a widow, her two daughters fatherless.
My association will pay a pension to the family.
l also assured them l'll see Kyung's killers brought to justice.
Well, l'm putting a case together.
Kyung was well-loved, yes, but also a very important man.
He arranged many things between here and Korea.
- Mmm.
- Without him, money and people can't move.
Well, l figured he did more than sell kimchi.
When someone harms one of our members, especially someone in Kyung's standing, payback must be swift and certain.
You don't want people to think that your association is useless.
Thanks for the encouragement.
Okay, so, Dad, you're gonna have your surgery tomorrow and then you'll come recuperate at our house.
Just get the additional liability - Well, you can't stay alone.
- lt's all his fault.
My fault? - You can't be serious.
- He broke my ribs.
You were choking.
l saved your life.
- He did you a favor.
- Bullshit.
That blockage is a clot.
He squeezed it into place.
Must have gone to your brain, Lou.
- You did this on purpose.
- Right.
Believe what you want to believe, but if l were you, l'd start believing that you're staying in our guest room.
Like hell he is.
l'll get a private-duty nurse during the day.
No.
She can take care of everything.
Okay? Food, diet, exercise.
Wait wait wait, we have to talk.
l'm staying at your sister's.
Callie didn't even call today.
She doesn't care.
Let him stay with Callie.
- That's the answer.
- She can handle it.
- l'm handling it.
- You can't handle this.
Let him go, will you? l'm so sick of his shit.
- He's my father.
- And l'm your husband.
- A husband on handouts.
- What? A husband who's bankrupting her, - Who's not paying attention.
- l'm bankrupting her? - Okay, guys-- - You are so full of shit! - Shut your mouth! - Stop this.
Just stop.
( arguing fades ) ( knocks ) - Yes? - Good evening, sir.
l'm Officer Battaglia.
ls your daughter home? l have no daughters.
Oh.
( speaks foreign language ) - ( speaks foreign language ) - Thank you.
Policia.
What the fuck are you doing here? ls that your husband? Are-- are you here to pay for my car? No, look, l'm here to apologize, okay? l'm sorry your car got damaged in the line of police duty.
l spoke to my lawyer.
He said you're not supposed to run lights unless it's a real emergency.
We were on our way to court, to testify.
Yeah.
Come on.
Help me out here.
Well that's why you're nervous.
l ain't nervous, sweetheart.
lf it was police duty, the city would pay me off and you would have nothing to worry about.
ls that what you think? Oh, well, instead you're dealing with bigger skidmarks than the ones your car left when you crashed into me, aren't you? Be careful how close you get.
He'll never sign a 360, Ben.
That's because you won't let him.
lf l talk to him directly, he will.
You're asking for merchandising, licensing and touring.
Come on, Ben! l can't give you points on that.
That's how these guys make their money, man.
Anthony, the record business is collapsing.
We cannot rely on album sales anymore.
This guy's voice is shot.
His producer wrote his best material.
He's in and out of rehab.
You're lucky l'm paying you half up front.
- That's very funny.
- That's funny? All right, look, what if we up your cut of streaming and ad-supported to 45, Ben? - 45.
- You're not paying attention.
Half of it's up front.
Can you even pony up half, Ben? Are you suggesting that l can't deliver? No, l just-- forget it, Ben.
Forget it.
Forget it? Forget that you just insulted me in front of one of my closest colleagues? l am trying to mentor the kid, to show him how one conducts oneself in the world of business, how one negotiates fairly, how to capitalize on relationships that one has spent a lifetime materializing.
- Calm down, Ben.
- l'm trying to show him how to conduct oneself with civility, with humility, with integrity.
And you just take those and just throw them right out the fucking window, Marty, because you make it personal.
l didn't mean to insult you, Ben.
l didn't mean it.
You did, Marty.
You did.
l am just trying to say that we broke this kid in.
We brought him up the charts.
We hooked him up with all the best people.
A 360 cuts them all out, Ben.
- ( knife snicks ) - l'm gonna cut you.
Jesus! l'll cut your fucking lungs out! Jesus Christ, Ben.
- l'll jihad your ass.
- Dude, this is some crazy-- You goat pig twat.
Mr.
Cendars, stop.
Whoa whoa whoa, chill, man.
You want him? Go on, go on! This is your idea of civility, Ben? - Watch out.
- Hey, Ben-- - You are fucking crazy.
- l'll show you fucking crazy! Look, it's cool.
Ain't nobody killing nobody.
Too far, Ben.
Too far! - Don't throw the knife! - Watch this too far.
- Go on, run run! - Hey, stop, man.
lt's over.
Dude, hey hey hey.
What the fuck are you doing, man? ( laughs ) Aw, fuck him.
Now he's got a story.
''Ben Cendars pulled a knife on me.
'' He's important now.
( laughs ) All right.
Well, come on.
Are you driving? ( police radio chatter ) ( exhales ) ( camera clicking ) All right.
Fucking Eddie.
Son of a bitch.
- Okay, here we go.
- Easy easy easy.
- Okay, watch your step.
- Hang onto me.
l got you.
Come on-- ow! Careful, he's broken enough ribs already.
Megan, here.
Will you take these up to Grandpa's room, sweetie? Thank you.
- lf you don't mind? - So where's my room? lt's upstairs.
Mariel cleaned it yesterday.
Ohhh, the one with the bathroom? That's Megan's room.
Oh, so l get the small bathroom? lt'll be fine.
l gotta get to work.
You can help us up the stairs.
Oh no no, we're good.
Come on, let's go.
- Leave this thing down here.
- Oh, owww! - Here, l got it.
- Let me help you.
Just take your time, Dad.
Okay? Just take it easy.
Hello, asshole.
My husband's asking questions About your visit last night.
You liked that, didn't you? Don't put words in my mouth.
Oh, sweetheart, if l was going to put anything in your mouth, - it wouldn't be words.
- Wow.
Do you do this to every woman you arrest? We should get together, you and me, You know? Might be fun.
Actually, that's a great idea.
l'm not too far from you right now.
Oh, is that right? Where you at? ln your captain's office, about to file a complaint that's going to fuck you harder than you want to fuck me.
( whispers ) Motherfucker.
- Get the fuck-- - Whoa! ( grunts ) Oh sorry, Cap.
l didn't see you there.
You're not seeing much these days, are you, shitbird? - That was cute.
- You didn't like it? Come here.
Does it feel good, making me look like an ass? You made me look like one in front of my husband.
Come on, that's really your husband? For almost three years.
Then what the fuck are you doing here? Well, l guess l have a problem with authority.
Three years-- that's a long time.
Does he keep you happy? Are you married? There's a bar down the street.
Why don't you meet me there in an hour? l gotta go home before Gustav gets back.
One drink.
One drink.
You got a minute? Actually l'm in the middle of something then l gotta bounce.
lt won't take long.
Are you okay? No.
ls this about-- when l told you l loved you and you punched me in the fucking eye? - You can't say that.
- lt's how l feel.
lt doesn't matter.
lt's against the rules.
Expressing my love for you is against the rules? lt's true.
Bebe, it's true.
You're gonna leave your wife? l don't know.
l'm thinking about it.
At least have the decency to be straight with me.
Make me a bad guy all you want, but l'm being honest.
l love you.
Let me hear you say those three words.
Huh? Yeah.
( clears throat ) ( slams ) lnteresting shit coming out of K-Town these days, Eddie.
You know a guy named Jae Ji-Wan? Round-eye name: J.
J.
l know a lot of people.
Well, this one is dead, dumped in a garage like a motherless dog with a gunshot to the chest.
l tell ya, l worked K-Town for a lotta years now and l've always been impressed with the respect Koreans have for one another.
l've got work to do.
ln a garage like yesterday's trash? Tsk tsk tsk.
You should have seen him.
l expect this type of disrespect from Crips, MS-1 3, not K-Town Killas.
Your work can wait.
We got some things to settle.
( rock music playing ) Hey.
( huffs ) - License and registration.
- What?! l just saw you exit that bar.
Look at me.
Have you been drinking? This is entrapment.
Drunk driving's a serious offense.
l'm afraid l'm going to have to administer a breathalyzer.
Uh-oh.
Step out of the car, please.
l'm not taking that stupid test.
Then you go to jail.
This is bullshit! l had one drink.
Sure put your mouth around the white tube and blow into it.
l'll let you know how drunk you are.
Try harder.
( blows ) Keep going.
One more time.
Not so hard.
That's it.
Perfect.
No teeth.
Just the tip now, baby.
Oh, you have no idea.
Jae had a wound that was professionally wrapped with a flutter-valve dressing.
Aren't E.
M.
T.
s trained to do that procedure? Lots of people can do that.
Right, like doctors at hospitals.
l checked the records.
Jae was a no-show all over the city, which means someone patched him up on the streets.
lt wasn't me.
Here's some more news: the bullet in Jae's body matches Kyung's gun.
When Jae shot Kyung, Kyung shot back.
l'm gonna nail you on accessory to murder.
Judge sees your priors, gang affiliation, you're looking at a dime apiece.
How's Mom and Dad going to feel when they find out that they gave up rice-digging to come to this country and see their only son throw away 10 years of his life? For what? All you gotta do is tell me who else was involved in this murder.
l don't know.
( clicks teeth ) Ah, boy boy boy.
l mean, you were their older brother, their hyung as your people call it, and they disrespect you like this.
That shows you they don't care about tradition, not to mention they kill a respected shop owner.
These aren't your Korean brothers.
They dragged you into this-- you got a right to be upset.
When we catch them-- and we will-- they're gonna dump on you to save their own asses, same way they dumped Jae's.
Sorry, detective.
l can't help you.
( sighs ) ( radio playing blues music ) ( radio playing blues music ) - What's up, what's up? - What's happening? Oh my Gosh.
All right, all right, good to see you.
- Hey, man, good to see you.
- Good to see you.
- What's up? - Hey, everybody! Take a look at Mr.
Bigshot over there driving for some music producer, - What's his name again? - Ben Cendars.
Ben Cendars?! Where has that motherfucker been at? Hey, he's having a fallow period.
Having a foul-- a what-the-fuck? Dude, that's how he talks.
l can't even describe him.
My man is straight-up crazy.
Get this-- first day on the job, my man pulled out a blade like this on another white cat in the back of the limo, man.
- No shit.
- l'm saying.
Man, l had to pull over and save this motherfucker 'cause there ain't no way the po-pos gonna buy a white dude stabbing another white dude with a nigga in the car with them.
He ain't come at you though, right? Hell no.
( shop bell rings ) l'm looking for Anthony's uncle.
l'm Rodger Powell.
Ben Cendars.
Your nephew said that you raised him.
You did a beautiful job.
He is a fine young man.
Now l've sent one of these to Elton every year for his birthday.
l just wanted to show my appreciation.
Louis Xlll Remy Martin Grande Champagne Cognac-- this here is $2,000 a bottle.
Well, Anthony saved my ass yesterday.
l was in a bit of a jam and he came through for me.
Yeah, he told us about that.
Oh man that's in violation of our confidentiality agreement.
But l didn't use any names.
( tsks ) Well, it's all in the family, right? Yeah.
Uh, l assume that the back room is in the back.
l, uh-- l'll be in the back.
He's-- You said he was gonna stay with us a few weeks.
Now we're renovating a bathroom for him? He fell.
ls your father helping us with this renovation? lt's our house.
He is sick.
Yeah, and he needs specialized long-term healthcare from professionals-- full-time.
Right, and he is my father.
l'm taking care of him.
l am not parking him with strangers.
You think a major bathroom remodel is going to make him love you? Jesus Christ.
lt's taking out a closet and adding a door.
- lt's not that easy.
- Yeah - actually it is.
- We need an architect.
No, we can just get a contractor.
l can draw it out myself.
You have no idea what you're talking about.
None.
What are you doing? ( knocks ) l should fuck you up for dragging me into your bullshit.
What are you talking about? You knew what you were doing when you patched Jae up.
l told you to get him to a hospital, not dump him in a fucking garage.
That was Jae, man.
How could you do that? We had to put him somewhere he'd be found.
You're not even supposed to be here.
lf anything happens to her because of your stupidity, l swear to God-- who do you think came up with the whole idea to knock over Kyung? Shin, since when do we rob our own? - That guy was stinking rich.
- Take it easy, man.
You did your shit when you used to roll.
l would have never left my dongsaeng in a garage surrounded by filth! And l'll tell you another thing-- l ain't taking the heat for this.
- This fucking ends now.
- What's that mean? lt's fucking over.
Police! Up up up up! Up up.
Let's go, up! - You fucking rat! - No, Eddie's not a rat.
Just easy to follow.
( laughs ) you Asians drive so fucking slow, Stevie Wonder can tail you.
( groans ) Oh fuck.
Fuck! ( chuckles ) All right, anything else? Yeah, well, don't be late tomorrow.
( door closes ) ( sighs ) Hey.
Hey, man, you gotta help me out.
Why is he always so-- - You can't take my place.
- What? You can't take my place.
SubRip & timing adjustment by Rapunzel ( music ends )