Rogue (2013) s01e01 Episode Script

Too tough to die Blessed are those who believe Who believe and have not seen I wasn't there and it's got me wondering No room to turn Let alone learn Too tough to die (Foreign language) _ (Groan) (Metallic rattling) All right, Grindenko, we're good.
(Door closes) (Low conversation) - Boys.
- Hey.
What's up? - Are you okay? - He's a real scumbag.
- What, he hit on you? - Would it matter if he did? He had a couple of girls chained up down there.
Well as long as his business is good.
He's good for it.
You can't tell 'em from the real thing.
Headaches and highs.
You're looking at a 60% mark-up.
Easy money.
There's no such thing.
Considering I'm doing all the work.
You're making an introduction.
- I want 15%.
- Ten.
- This is my deal.
- Don't get above yourself.
- I can take it elsewhere.
- 12.
Don't push it.
You're gonna be there, right? Tomorrow? - I'll get you the money.
- He only wants to deal with you.
I'll get you the money.
You wanna grab a bite to eat, Jack? - Now? - Hm.
You wanna take me on a date, Jimmy? No.
Well, maybe.
A little.
A little of a date? Either it is or it isn't.
- Don't laugh at me.
- I'm not.
We grab a bite to eat, Jackie.
Talk business.
Two birds, one stone.
Always with the practicalities.
Yeah, well you know me.
Another time.
(Car horn) (Dog barks) (Bleeping) (Music through headphones) Hey, baby.
- Evie! (BOY) - Go away! Leave them alone! Go away! Leave them alone! Go away! Hey Sammy.
It's me.
You were having a bad dream.
It's okay.
It's okay, sweetie.
Come on, let's get you changed.
Oh.
Come on, baby.
Grace? - Hey, hey.
- Hey.
Are you okay? I just needed to come home.
- Hm.
- He wet the bed again.
(Groans) - Okay.
Want me to change it? - I already did it.
- Oh.
- That's good.
- So where's Jimmy? - He sent me.
- He's supposed to be here.
- Well, he sent me.
- (Police siren) - Fuck! (Cries out) (Tires screech) Stop, shithead! No! Aaargh! - Freeze! - I got her.
It's okay.
- I got it.
- Freeze! You have the right to remain silent.
Get the fuck off me! (Grunts) Aaargh.
It's okay.
I got her.
What the fuck you doing here? - What the fuck are you doing here? - You never answer your fucking phone! It went off the reservation.
We're pulling you out.
I don't have anything.
I don't fucking have anything! It's Sam.
Is he okay? (Gunshots) He's okay, right? (Tires screech) Tell me he's okay.
Tell me he's okay! _ Does this mean I get invited to the barbecues? Sure.
They'll be a lot of them.
(Laughter) We're very pleased with the arrangement.
- As are we.
- Jimmy, Tony.
Looking forward to it, Ted.
(Laughs) (Gulls cry) - Hey, Jimmy.
- Joe.
(Moaning) - Hand off your cock.
- (Laughter) - Hey, boss.
- Boys.
- We pulled it off.
- (Both laugh) You pulled it off, Jimmy.
This time tomorrow you'll be partner in a bank.
(Laughs) Ahhh.
I wish my old man was around to see this.
When you gonna tell the crew? They're not gonna be a part of it.
They're not gonna like it, Jimmy.
Once it comes through I'm leaving all this shit behind.
(Engine starts) (Talking softly to herself) That's two weeks That's two weeks before.
_ (Exhales heavily) (Police radios) Single shot, back of the head.
Very efficient.
- We have an ID? - No, ma'am.
Not yet.
Lieutenant, I hear you could use a hand.
Have we lifted these prints? - Uh-huh.
- Come on, you need me.
Expenses fraud.
Concealing evidence.
Allegations.
Disciplinary Board didn't hold up a single one.
You're a liability, Wilson.
Tony Aldon.
The accountant of Jimmy Laszlo.
Technically speaking, not part of his crew, which is why you got no surveillance on him.
Which is why you haven't ID'd him.
Am I right? (Low conversation) I know we're all shaken up.
But we're gonna deal with this.
We've pulled through worse.
Why Tony? He was a fucking accountant.
- I don't know.
- Poor bastard.
The guy never stood a chance.
We're gonna find out who did this.
What have we got? Karabas shut down two more chop shops on the East Side.
But he's got his hands full.
- Doesn't sound like him.
- It's the Clay Street boys.
Fucking Chinks have the city, and want the docks! Put that fucking thing out! Charlie? Alec's got a point.
Clay Street did hit that gook dope house over on Regent last week.
I don't buy it.
Chinks know the cost of war.
- Doesn't explain why Tony.
- Easy way to make a statement.
Look, I say we meet fire with fire.
I want something solid before we start anything.
Any escalation of this is gonna be bad for business.
God knows, that's in the tank already.
_ (Bleeping) I thought you were still on leave.
- What are you doing? - Finding my son's killer.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Is that your job? Where is everyone? I'm glad to see the case is still a priority.
Come on, it's not like that.
Remember Jerry Baker? Carved up his brother Christmas Day, about ten years back? Attacked me in court, remember? He was out on parole two weeks before Sam was shot.
Baker was on community service at Alameda County Juvy home.
Staff have him working the day Sam was shot.
You second-guessing me the whole time doesn't help.
Come on, Mitch, we both know you haven't broken a case in years.
Stop torturing yourself.
What if Sam wasn't the target? What if he was actually caught in the crossfire? A stray bullet.
An accident.
Just a tragic, senseless accident.
It happens all the time.
What if you're just shitty at your job? You don't find me the car.
You don't find the gun.
Who was the target, then? Those young gang-bangers? That your theory? You didn't get this from me.
(Gasps) (Car horns) Who's that? What are you Are you crazy marching in here? Open it.
The bullets they took out of Tony Aldon.
Home-made.
Same blend Same blend of metals they took out of my son.
Look This is the first lead in Sam's case.
I want in.
It will take another detective a year to catch up on what I know about Jimmy's operation.
You are done in Oakland, Grace.
Your loan-out's finished.
Now go back to San Jose.
You think Jimmy's not gonna find Tony's killer before we do? - The bullets aren't a match.
- But they're home-made.
It's a start.
My legend's intact.
Jimmy still trusts me.
Even if you knew that was true which you don't there is no way I am bringing you in on this thing.
Too damn close to it.
Now go home.
- Finish your leave.
- Come on, Lieutenant, - you know I'm the only - I said, go home.
Jackie? Where the fuck have you been? Four months-- that's all you gotta say to me? - You cost me money.
- I cost you? That was my deal.
It didn't cost you a fucking thing.
I lost out and I got felt up by some slimy fucking cop, with hairy hands and a hard-on.
Yeah, and what happened to you? Nothing.
You sat here drinking your fucking wine, looking down on the world.
- You didn't even show up.
- Smart move as it turns out.
Yeah.
God forbid you should sweat a little.
Four months.
Where did you go? Union had me down in Long Beach.
The yards were backed up.
Suited me just fine, lay low.
What, now you're back? Waltz right in here.
The way I see it you owe me.
The fucking balls on you! You brought the fucking cops to my door.
What? Well, they were watching somebody and sure shit it wasn't me! What you talking about? They're watching everyone.
How do I know it wasn't you? Jimmy, if I was the leak, they wouldn't have thrown in the bust before the deal went down.
I'm fucking good at what I do.
I'm careful.
Can you say that about every last man in your operation? Every last fucking man? Look I'm just here to make money.
Four months out of the action I'm guessing you can use it.
And you can't? Oh, I heard about Tony.
People are gonna be looking at you.
I figure you set up a couple of new deals, come back strong.
Oh, you're here to give me advice.
Now, is that free or you charging me 15%? I can still put action your way.
You know that.
Grindenko was just the first.
Tip of the fucking iceberg.
You think Grindenko was the leak? I have another source.
Operates out of Shanghai.
Every day his factory's knocking out thousands of pills housewives up and down this country are dying for.
You have the routes.
I can get you the product.
Last year sales of counterfeit meds were worth 75 billion.
You tell me you don't want a piece, I will turn around and walk right out that door.
(Exhales) (Scraping) (Door closes) I thought you were gonna be home for dinner.
So where you been? (Clears throat) What? Hernandez called and I went to see her.
(He sighs) What am I supposed to do? She's my boss.
Was your boss.
Not any more.
Right? (She sighs) You said yes.
Come on, Grace, what about your promise to Evie? - You said you were done.
- I am! I will be.
They need me, Tommy.
And it's my job.
It's not a job, it's an addiction.
That's bullshit! (Slams table) After everything "It's my job.
It's my fucking job.
" Have you ever stopped to think, maybe if you'd been around a little more - That's enough.
- Don't you dare Don't you dare put that on me you fucking coward! I said, that's enough! You in your room.
Right now! Go! - (Knock at door) - No! - I said no.
- Evie, I'm sorry.
Huh.
You're going back, aren't you? The great disappearing act that is my mother.
It won't be for long, I promise.
Oh, good.
Another promise.
I'll add it to my collection.
(Gulls cry) - Is this a good idea? - Well, you said he gave you up.
Is Grindenko the rat? I want to know.
So you're gonna go up and ask him? No, you are.
You brought him in, you deal with it.
Jimmy, down! Oh, fuck! I'm hit, I'm hit, I'm hit! Jackie.
(JIMMY) I'm fine, I'm fine.
No, it's okay.
You tell them, I'm fine! Jesus.
I can't believe I didn't see it coming.
I'm the one bleeding and you're feeling sorry for yourself? People can't know how this went down.
Jimmy, someone took a pop at you.
And they'll answer for it.
Yeah, okay.
Not a word.
Oh fuck! You're done.
Lucky charm.
Oh, fuck.
Jesus.
You wanna tell me what I'm doing here? Trying to salvage your career.
You can either report me, or put that through Ballistics and cover for me.
Why would I wanna do that? Cos you might finally break a case.
Wouldn't that be a novelty? (Scoffs) (Car horn) You didn't get a look at him? - No.
- (Cellphone rings) (Terminates call) You can't keep ignoring it, Dad.
The boys wanna talk to you.
Tell 'em to sit tight, I'll handle this.
(Exhales) - What? - They're worried about you.
First Tony, now this, it looks bad.
Jeez it's a fucking siege.
For fuck's sake, read a book.
Learn what a siege is! They're nervous, Dad.
You haven't had your eye on the ball.
Business has fallen off the cliff.
Fucking recession, it's hit everyone.
You've been preoccupied, and think people aren't noticing.
- You're not - You're not-- what? The man I once was? You tell my loyal band of merry fucking men, I will handle this! You understand? Yeah, I got it.
I got it.
Come here.
Look, I was just worried about you.
I know.
It's all right.
(Cellphone rings) Max.
No, I'm fine.
Nothing to worry about, nothing at all.
Yeah, you can stay out of trouble until you get out.
We'll see you very soon, okay? Okay.
I love you.
Here talk to your brother.
Yeah, baby face.
No, no, he's fine.
There's not a scratch on him.
Yeah, well, nine lives, huh? - Hey.
- Hey.
- Hoi sin.
- Hm? It's a Chinese dipping sauce.
Yeah, I had an ex who was Chinese.
Exotic dancer, five foot nothing in heels.
We pulled hoi sin from the footprints next to Tony Aldon's body.
There was a shooting down by the docks.
Someone got clipped.
We found blood.
It's one of ours.
Grace Travis, San Jose PD.
Yeah, I'm gonna need to keep hold of this.
Thanks.
What? I'm looking for Grace.
Is she home? No.
I thought she was back with you.
- Is she okay? - Yeah, yeah, she's fine.
My mistake.
- It's nice talking to you.
- Right.
Ow! What the fuck you do that for? Fucking idiot.
You're back in with Jimmy, aren't you? (Running water) You really thought no-one would find out? Interfering in a homicide investigation, misuse of police property.
I could have you arrested.
- What do you want? - Results.
I need to get on Hernandez's good side.
Well, here's an idea.
Do some work.
Why, when you're gonna do it for me.
You give me what you get on Jimmy and I'll turn a blind eye to whatever vigilante sideshow you're running here.
Let's start with the hit on Jimmy.
I know you were there.
Fine.
Grace Travis, I am arresting you Fuck off! A gray Sedan.
That's the plate.
And Jimmy has no idea who's behind it.
Get your fucking hands off me.
You need me, darling.
You remember that.
Okay? Oh, and er I'd go see that charming husband of yours He really had no idea you were moonlighting.
(Door opens and closes) Aargh What is it? Nothing.
A sprain.
Okay, let's have a look.
I'm fine.
I'm sorry that you had to find out from that prick Wilson.
What does it matter who I find out from? It's just another lie.
They had a lead.
I tried to get in on it, but they shut me out.
But you followed it anyway, didn't you? (Sighs) They're burying the case, Tommy.
It's become an embarrassment to the department.
You should have told me, Grace.
I didn't wanna get your hopes up.
Until I had something.
And do you? No.
Nothing concrete.
But you're gonna continue, aren't you? I don't have a choice.
You think that if you find them When I find them.
You really think it's gonna make you feel any less guilty? Fuck you, Tommy.
I got work to do.
You're late.
(Train bell clanking) Hey, I'm sticking my neck out for you here.
You getting a taste for real police work, Mitch? Where'd that bullet come from? Ah, Christ.
It was meant for Jimmy Laszlo.
Oh, you're back in with him now? How'd you persuade Hernandez? She doesn't know? Christ, Travis.
Have you lost your mind? I need your help, Mitch.
I don't have anyone else.
All right, there you go.
- The home-made bullet.
- Hm.
Just like the one they pulled out of Tony Aldon.
And the one that killed Sam.
All three different blended metals.
Whoever's making them could be mixing it up, cover their tracks.
Maybe there's no connection at all.
Maybe you're just reaching.
Maybe.
But what else have I got? That drive-by down by the docks? Someone was taking a shot at Jimmy Laszlo.
We should get them target practice.
Suspect vehicle was a gray Sedan.
That's the plate.
What did you do to your face? Oh, you should see the other girl.
- How'd you get this? - A CI I've been working.
Car's registered to a Michael Grant.
The name's a non-starter, but the address, some dope house on 28th Street.
DEA raided it two weeks ago.
This is er good work.
Thanks, I appreciate that, Lieutenant.
Where are we going? My fucking shoulder's hurting.
Stop moaning, Jacks.
Oh.
I'm sorry.
Did I take a bullet for you? You're dangerous to be around.
Funny.
- What are we doing here? - Keep going, it's not far.
You never wanted kids, Jack? Nah I don't think I'd make a very good mother.
Oh, I doubt that.
- Here we are.
- Oh, Jesus Christ.
(Muffled cries) (Whirring) (Muffled cries) - You do it.
- Jimmy.
Listen.
- He gave you up, Jacks.
- No, I didn't say that.
We don't know that.
It was either him, me or you.
So who was it? You want in on my business, this is my business, Jacks.
(Muffled whimpering) You ever see Death Of A Salesman, Jacks? Er Willy Loman.
That was my father.
Brought me from Budapest when I was a kid.
He bought into the American Dream wholesale.
He ran a hardware store, worked like a bastard.
Always thought people looked down on him.
You think it's all about work ambition Scrambling to the top of whatever shitty hill you're climbing.
So busy trying to get somewhere you you never stop to think maybe you're already there.
Shit.
It's Alec's birthday.
I forgot all about it.
He's having a party tonight.
You should come.
- Really? I don't - Nonsense.
Who else am I gonna go with? (Whirring) (Grinding and squelching) (Funky music) Yeah Yeah, yeah - Hi.
- Hello.
- Hey.
- How you doing, man? You make me, make me, make me feel like a superman Hello.
- Pops.
- Alec.
Alec.
You make me, make me, make me feel like a superman I can fly! Oh, baby Nice.
(Dance music) All right, looks like we have the plate.
The car that took a pop at me, we have the license plate.
It's registered to an address on 28th Street.
The DEA says it used to be a dope house.
That's the Lee brothers' place.
They got that Chink restaurant over on Franklin.
Bamboo Pearl.
The Lee brothers are Clay Street.
I fucking told you it was the Chinks.
We let them in, didn't we? Huh? We thought the Chinamen wouldn't get greedy.
They're buying up the fucking world.
I say we hit 'em.
I'll saddle up and hit 'em right fucking now.
Who's with me? We sit tight until my say.
We're here to enjoy ourselves, hm? (Dance music) - Been looking for you.
- I'm sorry? I said I've been looking for you.
- I could use a drink.
- I bet you could.
You're not all you pretend to be, are you, Jackie? When I gave you the piece you couldn't do it, could you? What am I gonna do with you, Jacks? Hm? Oh! (Toilet flushes) - Ah no.
- Come on.
Out, out.
Out! - Sorry.
Sorry - Come on.
Come on, Jackie.
No, come on.
Fucking come on.
Ooohh! (Exhales) Fuck! Hey.
What happened to you? They have the license plate.
What? Jimmy has a mole in the department.
There's no other way he could know.
Ah, Jesus.
You gotta get out of there.
I tried to buy myself some time.
- I think I made it worse.
- You have to stop.
I can't.
You don't have anything, Grace.
The bullets are connected.
I know they're connected.
They don't match.
Then we've got to find the link.
We've gotta keep trying.
They were made somewhere, right? On some kind of press that must have left marks.
We look for the marks.
(Sniffs) He won't listen to me.
Who? Dad.
Again with this? He humiliates me in front of everyone.
I swear he fucking enjoys it.
You wanna be taken seriously? Why don't you go out there and prove yourself? You need to make them listen.
How long are you gonna keep waiting on Daddy's permission? (Rap music in background) (Cellphone rings) Mitch? You were right.
The bullets were made on the same press.
Looks like the press is home-made.
It's untraceable.
Travis? Travis? Evie? Fuck.
Shit.
Is that pot? What do you want, Mom? Well, I wanted to talk about this, but I don't know which is worse.
I'll try better at school.
Can I go now? I'm sorry that I haven't been around.
I know you're going through a lot right now.
- Doesn't matter.
- It does.
You don't understand.
It really doesn't.
It's not like I miss you or anything.
Even when you're home you're not there.
There's nothing to miss, Mom.
You always cared more about Sam than you did about me.
That's not true.
You still do.
He's dead.
Is that what you think? Huh? I love you so much.
You have no idea.
My friends are waiting.
You gotta be kidding.
(JIMMY) So what have you got? You self-serving son of a bitch.
You got a UC in with Laszlo? - What are you talking about? - Don't fucking lie to me! - Who told you? - Never you fucking mind.
I'm giving you one chance to tell me the truth.
Who is it? Grace Travis.
Fucking asshole.
She's been compromised.
- Grace? - (Sighs) What are you doing here? I came to speak to Evie about her report card.
Did you know she's smoking pot? Shit.
- Thought I dealt with that.
- I don't know what to do, Tommy.
I don't know what to do.
- It's okay.
- It's not okay.
It's not.
You don't have to say that.
Just tell what to do.
You know what to do.
You gotta let this go.
It's killing you, Grace.
Come on! It's not gonna bring you any peace.
It's not gonna make this any easier.
This is never going to be easier.
You gotta start to live with that.
Come home.
Just just come home.
Okay.
I'll come home.
I'm gonna go get my shit.
Okay.
Did you find Grace? She changes numbers so fucking often.
Try every number you ever called her on.
If that doesn't work you go to every single place you know she's ever hung out.
You get out there and find her.
This is on you.
(Cellphone rings) (Terminates call) (Door closes, she gasps) (Jimmy chuckles) Didn't think you know how to use one of those.
You scared the shit out of me.
You going somewhere? Always disappearing on me, Jacks.
What are you running from? I just needed to get away for a bit.
- Come up for a little air.
- Do I suffocate you? - Is it that bad? - No.
- It's not that.
- (Cellphone rings) Nervous there, Jacks? - Answer it.
- No, it's okay.
I'll leave it.
What do you want, Jimmy? Someone really wants to talk to you.
(Continues ringing) (Terminates call) I've got a new contact that might interest you.
Someone with a direct route, out of Kaohsiung.
He wants to meet.
Now? You got somewhere else you need to be? Grace! Grace! Fuck! - Jimmy? - Hm? Jimmy, where are we meeting him? It's all right.
Jimmy, I Everything's gonna be all right Grace.
_ _ (Panting) (Grunts) Yargh! Agh! Wait, wait! Jimmy, please! God, please! Please, Jimmy, you don't need to do this! Tell me everything the cops know.
They pulled me out from undercover four months ago.
Tell me what they know.
I'm I'm not targeting you any more.
I was building a case.
The dummy meds.
The deal didn't go through, they don't have anything.
You don't have to lie to me anymore.
If they had anything, they'd have moved against you by now.
I'm not.
Please, Jimmy, I'm not targeting you.
I'm not after you, I swear it.
What the fuck are you doing here? My son.
What? My son was killed four months ago.
He was seven years old.
That's why they pulled me off the case, that's why I disappeared.
What does this have to do with me? He was killed in a drive-by.
And the bullet that hit him was home-made.
The same kind that killed Tony.
The same kind they pulled out of my shoulder, the one that was meant for you.
Clay Street aren't moving against you, Jimmy.
They're burying their grandfather, they're in fucking mourning.
They're not moving against anybody.
Somebody's setting you up.
Listen to me, listen to me.
How do you know it's not somebody close to you, somebody from your own crew? Fuck you! Whoever it is, they murdered my son! And they tried to kill you.
Please! Please! Let me help you.
Let me help you.
Why should I ever trust you? Why? We want the same people.
We want the same people, I'm not after you.
I can help you.
No, you stood there and you let me kill Grindenko, didn't you? What was I supposed to do? It was him or me.
Now it's you.
- Look at me.
- No, no, no.
You don't need to do this.
- Look at me! - You can't do this! - You can't! - Look at me! You are dead now.
I know who you are, I know where you live.
Maybe today, maybe tomorrow.
But you are dead.
(Door slams) Jesus Christ, Grace! - What happened? - Don't! Don't look at me! Fuck, Grace! Get out! Tell me.
Tell me.
Oh, Tom I'm so sorry.
- It's okay.
- I'm so sorry.
It's okay.
(Grunting) (Panting) (Bleeping) What's going on? Everything good, chief? We need to clean house.
New phones, new routines.
Yeah, I got it.
What are you doing here? If I don't go home by 10:30, I don't get to go home at all.
Is that your rule or Nancy's? That's a rule that has advantages to both parties.
Drink? Evie needs a change.
She won't admit it, of course, but Maybe that's what we all need .
.
a clean start somewhere new.
I'm not talking about running or forgetting.
I'm just We need to give ourselves a chance, you know? We can do this, Grace.
We can do this.
To Tony.
Tony.
I remember the first time you brought him down here to the docks.
He had that suit that was about eight sizes too big.
I said, "That kid looks like an accountant.
" You said, "He is an accountant and he's gonna make us rich.
" And he did.
Yeah, he did.
It ain't fucking right.
Tony was not part of this, he was never violent.
It ain't fucking right.
Hm.
(Vehicle approaches) Christ, Travis! What the fuck are you doing here? Your phone's off.
- I'm on compassionate leave.
- Bullshit! Compassionate leave Wilson's been looking for you all night.
Home with my family.
What do you expect? Frankly, I expected you to be dead.
You're compromised.
How? How do you know that? There's chatter.
Chatter? Who from, Laszlo's crew? I gave you a direct goddamn order and you ignored it.
Now stay the fuck out of Oakland.
I need to know who made me and how.
Your captain in San Jose will hear about your conduct in the morning.
Get yourself a good union lawyer.
- Fuck you! - No, fuck you, for making me drive all night, thinking you were dead.
So, um on your travels did you get anything from Jimmy? Like what? You know, like anything on the Tony Aldon murder might be useful to me.
No.
Well, at least she's not dead.
What the fuck were you thinking? Me? Running her without authorization.
Come on.
She was running herself.
One more fuck-up from you and I go after your badge.
Understand? Yes, Lieutenant, I understand.
How are the boys holding up? The boys are fine.
What about you? Everybody's got your back, Jimmy.
We're gonna get through this.
We've gotten through worse.
Hm.
Everything's gonna be fine.
You're going back, aren't you? You never had any intention of giving this a chance.
That's not true.
Don't.
Don't.
Just stop giving me any fucking hope, okay? RADIO: "Here we are in the Bay area.
Hope you're having a great time.
Talk to me" Let me get two El Pastor.
I'm not open yet.
I'm sorry.
Hey! - Face down, homie! - Okay.
Okay, okay.
- I said, face down! - Please, please I said stay the fuck on the ground.
Take the money, don't take the truck.
I have no insurance, please! No, please.
No, no.
Please, please! I'm gonna go and put you on the wireless system.
This is what we use in Vallejo PD.
Can you make sure we get the whole street? So I can see which cars are parked.
Hey, where are you going? To school.
- Yeah, I'm gonna drive you.
- I'm taking the bus.
No, I will drive you.
Why? Do I need a reason? Can't I just wanna drive you? What do you have upstairs? Master bedroom and two kids', right? Yeah.
Two.
Is it okay if I go through back, see what you need? Sure.
- I'm gonna be late.
- He's almost done.
Now, listen.
From now on, if you need a ride, you call me.
You got it? Got it.
And I will pick you up, or Dad will.
Which means Dad will.
So I noticed Dad didn't sleep on the couch last night.
Yeah.
You noticed that, did you? Does this mean you're staying home now? I want you to come straight home after school.
Why? What's the big deal? Nothing.
I thought I would cook, make Ziggy's lasagna.
Fine.
Yeah? Yeah.
Good.
(Cellphone rings) Travis.
Yes, sir.
I'll be there.
I have to go back to the shop, pick up a couple more sensors.
Good.
Can we go now? _ _ _ _ _ (Panting) What's wrong? Nothing, it's just work shit.
Your boss lady again? Why is it that women in power are always bigger assholes than men? I have lady boss.
Then you know what I'm talking about.
No.
Man boss much worse.
Trust me.
I guess it depends on your line of business.
(Giggles) Hey, hold on.
We've still got business to discuss.
So who's running the grow houses in Tuxedo these days? Depends what street.
It's a little green bungalow with black plastic on the windows.
Everything above 20th Street belong to Lee brothers.
Clay Street.
(Speaks Cantonese) _ (Replies in Cantonese) _ Your money's over there.
All right, listen up! We're gonna be tightening ship.
Which means we swap out cellphones.
So let me have the old ones.
Right here.
Come on, come on.
Now, Jimmy, in his infinite generosity, will be providing each of you a fresh cellphone every two weeks.
Yeah, and who's paying for the minutes? (SNIGGERING) Pay as you go.
Just like your sister.
Ruby? There you go.
Two hands.
- Thank you, Daddy.
- You're welcome, baby.
Uncle Max is coming home today.
Are you excited? (Ruby laughs) Yeah? Good girl.
Go play.
What time are we picking him up? Dad's getting him.
You're not going? He wants to do it himself.
We should all be there to welcome Max, especially you.
I know.
Doesn't he have enough on his plate right now? It's the way he wants it.
You don't have to worry about every little detail.
Thank God he has you.
Let's face it, delegating has never been his strong suit.
He delegates.
Has he delegated our little Chinese problem? That'll be taken care of.
They almost killed your father.
The days are going by and nobody is doing anything about it.
- Come on! - I'm serious.
It's getting to the point where I'm nervous taking our daughter out in public.
I don't want you to be nervous.
I am taking care of it.
It pisses me off.
What? He has no idea how lucky he is to have you.
He knows.
BANKER: Are you sure this is the right account? JIMMY: Quite sure.
Why, is there a problem? The system is showing a balance of zero dollars in this account.
That's impossible.
My accountant told me Aldon transferred a significant amount of money into this account two days ago.
Perhaps you could discuss this with your accountant.
My accountant is not available.
Check it again.
The system is showing-- "System is showing"? What the fuck does that supposed to mean? "The system is showing"? Mr.
Laszlo, I have to ask you to keep your voice down.
And I'll have to ask you to locate my fucking money! There was never any money in this account, Mr.
Laszlo.
There's nothing for me to locate.
(Buzzer) Good luck out there, Max.
Thank you.
(Beeping) Jesus, Jimmy! - What's the matter? - Where's my money? Money? What money? The 25 million your husband stole from me.
I've got no idea what you're talking about.
Bullshit! Where you packing off to in such a hurry? I am moving back to Stockton to be with my mother.
Fuck your mother! Nobody goes anywhere until I get my money.
There is no money, Jimmy, there never was.
Take a look around.
This place has been falling apart for years.
Who was Tony meeting before he died, who was he talking to? Nobody.
Tony never talked to anybody.
- He didn't do this alone.
- I think you should leave.
I was good to you, I was good to Tony.
All I asked for was a bit of loyalty.
He was loyal.
That was his problem.
Poor stupid Tony was always on your side, despite what anybody said.
Look at you.
Tony was your friend and here you are terrorizing his widow.
You've inherited his debt, Lizzie.
(Cellphone rings) What? ALEC: You with Max yet? Put him on.
Max? Oh, fuck.
Thanks.
You said that would go smoothly.
You said you weren't going to say anything.
No, no.
I did not say that.
You did.
It's a temporary suspension, with pay, pending an IAD investigation.
This is standard.
Listen in light of what happened to your son and the nature of the misconduct, they're going to take your mental state into account.
My mental state? They're likely to order a psychiatric evaluation.
Well, I won't agree to that.
Don't give them any more ammo.
Okay, just lay low and don't stonewall.
Go home, Grace.
Be with your family.
You okay? I'm fine.
You look good.
Hm? There's no shade in the yard.
You either stay inside or rot in the sun.
At least they let you exercise.
I read a lot.
I read all the classics, some of them twice.
Anything good? After a while, they all start to blur together.
Fucking 12 months, huh? For resisting arrest when they had no cause to arrest you in the first place.
That fucking judge should be disrobed and disbarred.
Legalized criminals.
I don't blame the judge.
Anyway, I'm trying not to hold grudges.
Well, you're a better man than me.
(Laughs) We already knew that.
Alec couldn't come to meet me? No, I wanted to pick you up myself.
Listen, Max you're gonna get back on track.
Yeah, I know.
I know.
Thanks.
How's business? Business is okay.
It's gonna be much better now that you're back.
Yeah, it's good to be home.
Yes.
Listen.
I need to drop you at the house.
There's something I have to do.
Just drop me off here.
I can walk.
Are you sure? I haven't taken a walk in 12 months.
I don't mind.
All right.
I'll see you back at the house.
- For six o'clock.
- Sure.
It's good to see you, Dad.
It's good to see you too, Max.
Good to see you.
Hey.
- How you doing? - Hey, man! How you doing? Good to see you.
How you been? How'd you get in here? You must be the only cop in America who can't break into a car.
I got burned.
Jimmy knew my real name.
How come you're still alive? I dunno.
But somebody in Oakland burned me.
And we need to smoke 'em out.
We? Yeah, I need your password for the database.
IAD suspended me.
Whoa, whoa.
Someone in Oakland sold me out.
All right? Now they're trying to take my badge.
Think about it.
Why now? Probably because you're making somebody very nervous.
Me included.
Come on, Mitch, don't be an asshole.
Give me your password.
I'd like to help.
Then help.
If they find out, they're gonna come after my badge too.
I got too much to lose here.
You wanna talk about loss? Maybe they're right.
You should just take a little time, go be with your family.
(Rap music blares on car sound system) Guess what, motherfuckers? What? I'm retiring.
(Chuckles) Retiring from what? I'm gonna fulfill my childhood dream of owning my very own taco truck.
You two know where I could find one? Um check the classifieds? Yeah.
That's funny.
I did check the classifieds.
Only what caught my attention was a certain headline about two fucking idiots who robbed a father of three and fled the scene in his diarrhea wagon.
What'd you do with the truck? I pushed it in the reservoir.
It's gone, it's fine.
Jesus.
That's your own mother's drinking water, you know that? I'm sorry, man.
I got a job coming up.
Jacks.
Back up! You always bring your piece to the supermarket? I mean it.
Back up! This the real you, is it? (Tuts) You know everything about me.
It's only fair I know a little something about you.
What the fuck do you want? Be here this evening.
At six.
Leave the piece at home.
Bring a bottle.
(Bleeping) _ (Phone rings) Detective Mitchell? Lieutenant.
It's been a long time.
So how's life in Where is it you landed, Santa Cruz? San Jose.
It's wonderful.
Thanks for asking.
Too bad you opted for early retirement.
Oakland misses you.
I wish I could say the feeling was mutual.
So what can I do for you, Lieutenant? I see you just ran a NCIC search on Jimmy Laszlo.
You have him flagged? Why would a fucking cold-case desk jockey in San Jose be interested in Laszlo? Just a shot in the dark.
Enlighten me.
Uh Ballistics pulled a possible link between a cold file of mine and an associate of Laszlo's.
The recently departed Tony Aldon, Oakland, California.
So what's the link? Both hit with the same home-made bullet.
Turned out to be nothing.
Doesn't sound like nothing to me.
I'm just dotting the I's before I move onto the next, Lieutenant.
From now on, anything you have down in San Jose with a link to Jimmy Laszlo, I need it folded into my operation, whether you perceive it to be nothing or not.
Sure thing.
(Music and laughter) Steve.
Good to see you.
- Where the hell is Max? - Relax, he'll be here.
You know he does it on purpose just to be the center of attention.
Oh, shit, we're out of ice.
Will you get some more? I'll check on the barbecue.
- Daddy! - Hey, baby girl.
Where's Grandpa? - Hiya.
- Beautiful.
- Where's Max? - He'll be here.
You know, sometimes, I swear he does this to be the center of attention.
It's his party, hm? Don't give him a hard time.
Don't worry.
I won't.
It's like he never even existed.
- Who? - Tony.
What are you going on about now? Those fucking slopes offed him not two days ago, yet we're eating fucking rock shrimp like it never happened.
You heard Jimmy.
We're gonna hit back when the time is right.
Yeah.
I'm starting to have serious doubts that time will come.
What are you talking about? Have another drink, it's a party.
It's a party? When they put a bullet in your head, I'll remember to say that.
two, three! (Laughs) How come you always end up at the kids' table? Because we're having a tea party.
(Giggling) Well, perhaps we've had enough tea for today.
Hey, gang, this is my beautiful wife Nancy.
The love of my life.
Okay, wait, I got a new game.
Listen, three, two, one - (Breaks wind) - Ohh! Nancy, no! Corrupting the children, Charlie? (Text alert) Dude.
Dude.
Good to see you, baby face.
It's good to see you.
You too.
What's that for? I missed a birthday or two.
Thanks.
So, are you coming down or are you gonna hide in your room? I just need a minute.
Take your time.
The room feels so big.
How's Dad been? Good.
Considering what's going on.
He's happy you're back.
What's the turnout like down there? The usual posse.
Don't worry, I'll fend everybody off.
Just try not to shiv the relatives.
Okay.
Let's do this.
Lieutenant, I got something for you.
Progress? Like a shark, I drown if I'm not always moving forward.
What have you got? That license plate from the drive-by on Jimmy Laszlo was registered to a grow house in Tuxedo.
I thought that house was a non-starter.
Well, it turns out it's a Clay Street operation, the Lee brothers.
The hoisin sauce at the Tony Aldon murder-- it kinda fits.
The Lee brothers are making a play for the docks.
Well, you know.
They take out Tony Aldon, they aim a shot at Jimmy Laszlo.
According to my CI, the boys are playing war out the back of the family restaurant-- The Bamboo Pearl on Frank-- Who's the CI? anonymous.
Start writing the warrant.
(Cheering) Maxie! Maxie! Maxie! - Over here.
- Thanks.
Now Welcome back, Max.
(Siren wails) Hey, everybody.
Excuse me.
Excuse me! Oakland Police.
I have a warrant to search the premises.
You can't just charge in here.
- I can do whatever I want.
- Hey, hey, hey! - Hey, back off! Don and Tony Lee, where are they? Oakland Police.
We have a warrant.
Mrs.
Lee, my condolences.
Here's your warrant.
Paul and Donny Lee, are you home? Attention, please, this is Oakland Police.
Nobody is to leave the premises.
Officers will take your information.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Mom still at the store? She's not coming, is she? Evie, sweetheart.
Come here.
- Don't.
- Hey.
Don't.
(Sighs) (Rings door bell) You must be Jackie.
And you must be Max.
I've heard a lot about you.
Only good things, I hope? Well, they certainly didn't tell me everything.
Watch out.
I'll tell your father you're flirting with his employees.
Who is he gonna believe, me or you? I heard you got picked up a few months ago.
Uh-huh.
And now you're back.
I hear you went away too.
Uh-huh.
Welcome home.
Thank you.
- Jackie.
- Nancy.
Charlie's wife.
You look beautiful.
Oh, please.
- No, really.
- Well, thank you.
What is she doing here? She doesn't even know Max.
But she's getting awfully cozy awfully fast.
I don't recognize you.
I'm a work associate of Jimmy's.
But I've never been to a private function before.
I guess I'm moving up in his estimations, right? (Nancy chuckles) He's a good man.
Welcome.
Thank you.
- Need a refill? - No, no, I'm good.
- Where's the lady's room? - Just down the hall.
(Snorts) Oh, sorry.
- Get in here.
- It's okay.
Jackie.
Get in here, now.
Close the door.
You're just in time.
How was that? Just what I needed.
You having fun, hm? What the fuck am I doing here? I invited you.
What's going on there? It's Jackie Hays.
Not too shabby, huh? You trust her? Dad seems to.
She's bringing in good business.
I'm glad you've come.
I didn't have a choice.
She's obviously got a thing for Pops.
Good.
He deserves it.
Meet me out back in two minutes.
Why? Two minutes.
Chop suey? Give me a break.
Chop suey's as American as apple pie.
You go to Hong Kong and try and order chop suey.
Might as well ask for a cheeseburger.
Shit! (Screaming and shouting) Stop, police! Everybody, get out.
Shit! Wilson! Everybody, out the building! Fuck, fuck! - Fleming! - Come on! Help! Back here! Finally, some peace and quiet.
Why did you want me here, Jimmy? You wanna find your son's killer, don't you? You were right.
FLEMING: Don't worry.
You'll be okay.
About what? I have a traitor in there.
Who? I don't know.
But you're gonna help me find them.