All language subtitles for LA Heat s01e24 Big Guns.eng

CHASE: It's usually a disaster
waiting to happen, August.

I don't know, man.

AUGUST: Well, Kendra
seems to think

that Emily is just your type.

I don't know.

Matchmaking is a
perilous business.

Well, at least it'll get
you out of the house.

CASHIER (ON SPEAKER): Hello,
welcome to Bobo's Burgers.

Can I take your order?

Hold on one second.

August, my life is pretty
full right now.

I mean, I got gallery openings,
I got charity dinners.

LA's a happening place
for a guy like me.

CASHIER: Yeah, right.

Pardon me?

CASHIER: Happening place
for a guy like you?

You've been here every
night this week.

Have not!
CASHIER: Have, too!

Have not!
CASHIER: Have, too!

I recognize your voice.

You were here twice last week.

Busted!

August, who are you
going to believe,

Bobo the Burger or your partner?

CASHIER: You usually
order a veggie burger,

no mayo, tomato on the side.

I want to talk to your
your manager.

CASHIER: Ah, too scared to
settle it with me, huh?

Nah, nah, he's just too
busy out on the town.

CASHIER: [LAUGH]
your friend's funny.

You, on the other hand.

Wait till I get my hands on you!

Mac, Mac, Mac!

Leave it alone.

Hey!

CASHIER: Ow!

Cut it out, buddy.

You're busting my buns!

Whoa!

Ahh!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Ah, see ya.

CHASE: Hey!

M-- m-- move forward!

Move-- move the car!

Move back!

Move!

Hey!

Hey, watch it!

[CAR HORN]

Whoa!

Oh!

Ow!

You OK, son?

Is he all right?

Yeah, he's fine.

On your feet, come on, come on.

Come on, give me the purse.

Come on, get in the car.

Let's go.

Watch your head, son.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Where's my veggie burger?

Um, Bobo's a little
pissed at you, Mac.

Um, he's not going to
serve you anymore.

What?

[THEME MUSIC]

August, really, I'm doing fine.

You know, Kendra is
very fond of you, Mac.

You know that. She just
wants you to be happy.

I am happy.

All right, you're happy
spending your nights

at fast-food joints.

Well, not anymore, now
that they won't serve me.

Emily's very cool people, my man.

I mean, you know, she's ambitious.

She's studying to be a masseuse.

She's very attractive.

Kendra thinks you two guys
would really hit it off.

And what if we don't, August?

Then Emily's mad at me, Kendra's
mad at me, you're mad at me.

I don't know, I think I'd rather
take my chances with Bobo.

Yeah.

Man, just give it a shot, OK?

I wouldn't have to
keep explaining

to her about your social life.

Hey, hey, there they are.

Slow down, Mac.

CHASE: See 'em.

Never thought I'd spend
the day chasing down

perps for grand theft Rolex.

AUGUST: Yeah, well, robbery
is robbery, my man.

Why are they wearing those long
coats on a day like today?

CHASE: Yeah, it's strange.

August, I think I know why.

Duck!

August! AUGUST: Yeah?

Tell me something.

AUGUST: What?

These guys shooting
automatic weapons at us?

Yes.

Yes, they are.

I hate when that happens.

Come on, nigga! Come on.

Come on, nigga!

Come on!

I'm out of bullets, man!
Give me some more bullets!

What do you mean? What
you talking about?

I thought you had them. - What?

I thought you had the bullets, man.

I don't have the bullets! I--

What?

You gave me this gun!

[GUN COCKING]

Hi, guys.

Freeze!

Freeze!

Put the weapons down.

Put the weapons down!

Easy, easy! Turn around.

Stand up.

Turn around, turn around!

Hands on your head.

AK-47s.

These perps mercenaries
or gangbangers?

Neither.

Bottom on the food chain.

Their idea of a big day
is stealing a watch

off some guy in rollerblades.

Neighborhood menaces.

Menaces with AK-47s.

I'd say they've
graduated to terrorists.

Not a very good omen
for our city, is it?

The serial numbers
have been filed off.

Well, assault weapons
are manufactured

all over the world--

here, Europe, Asia.

They hit the pipeline,
they can end up anywhere--

Balkan, Central America.

And now your quickie Stop
N' Shop down the street.

I want you two to track
down the supplier.

This could be an isolated incident,

but could be the tip
of an iceberg.

Right.

Annie, see what the FBI
and the ATF have.

AUGUST: Yeah, listen.

Also, why don't you check and
see if we've busted anyone

else recently with new AKs?

And Annie, do it fast.

If the minor leaguers
are out gunning us,

we could have a real problem here.

Maybe you guys can help me,
because I'm a little confused.

Last week, you guys were
snagging cameras off

of tourists at Exposition Park.

And this week, you tried
to take me and my partner

out with an AK-47.

What's up with that?

We thought you dudes were Crips.

AUGUST: [LAUGH], there's a
time to be funny, gentlemen.

This is not it.

We've got you on the attempted
murder of two police officers,

possession of an assault weapon,
and about 100 counts

of brandishing and endangering.

You two are going to be
doing some heavy time.

Where did you get the AK-47s?

Your mom's.

She's a gun runner.

AUGUST: OK.

Let's go bottom line.

Both you punks are going to
spend your lives in San Quentin

unless you tell us who
sold you the guns.

Life.

Man, shut up, Billy.

Tch.

All we want is the man
who sold you the guns.

You cooperate with us, we help you.

Think about it.

You know, a typing class
at night school

might do you a world of good.

Well, considering I spend
most of my nights here,

I don't think that's
going to happen.

Must make it tough to get a date.

Are you here to improve
my social life, Annie?

No, just your typing.

And it is pathetic.

Well, thank you so much.

What's up?

My guy at ATF finally
succumbed to my badgering.

Your guy?

Yeah, I have guys everywhere.

Aside from the usual list
of gun-running suspects,

they were hot on a Mr. James Camden.

His front was an importer
and exporter,

did most of his business
out of Central America,

and his guns were showing up
in cities all over the country.

What makes him so interesting
was he was ex-CIA.

Was?

Yeah.

Two months ago, he was found
in a jungle, murdered.

My guy believes Camden
was a major player.

But every time they
got close, they ran

into covert ops smokescreens.

So the guy was connected.

He's now dead.

End of story.

Well, they believe his weapons
pipeline is still operating.

He had a business
partner here in LA.

ATF investigated, but
they didn't find anything.

All right.

Guess it might be worth
checking him out.

Her-- Corrina Maitland.

She owns an art gallery
in Santa Monica.

Well, sounds better
than typing class.

Thanks.

Sure.

Do you see something you like?

Uh, it, uh-- it reminds me of me.

A lost soul, tormented by
the bleakness of existence?

No, um, my work.

I, uh, sculpt.

Oh, an artist?

Mostly a cop, though.

Detective McDonald, LAPD.

Corrina Maitland.

I don't recall filing a
report about stolen art.

Oh, you didn't.

I'm actually here because
of James Camden.

What type of sculptures do
you do, detective McDonald?

Type of sculptures?

Are you familiar with Polanski's work?

Actually, yes.

I flew to New York to see his
exhibit at the Guggenheim.

Really?

I was there, too.

And fortunately, not the
same time you were.

So what's the interest with James?

Well, he, uh, may or may
not be involved in a case

I'm working on.

Well, James and I did most
of our work by phone.

He traveled, he bought
the art pieces,

and sent them up here to me.

I never left the United States.

You know, I was so shocked
when he was murdered.

And doubly so when the agents
from the Alcohol, Tobacco,

and Firearms came around.

I never knew anything.

I still don't.

Well, if you think of
anything, anything at all,

will you give me a call?

I may have something you
might be interested in.

Really?

It might help.

It belonged to James.

I'm not sure what's on it--
probably some art contacts.

I found it the other day while
I was doing some filing.

Everything else, I've
given to the government.

Hm.

Well, thank you very
much for your help.

No problem.

Bye-bye.

Bye.

You wanted to speak to me, Skeet?

Yeah, I want to talk.

You take this to the next step,
you escalate this thing,

it's all gon' change.

You're acting frightened.

That doesn't become you.

It ain't fear, it's common sense.

I know South Central.

I know how bad it can get.

We're moving fast here.

A blink of an eye, a
microsecond in history.

But the money, it's ours forever.

Watch him.

So what's up, Billy?

My whole life.

You ever do get out, partner,
you're going to be a very,

very, very, very old man.

Brother's name is Skeet.

Played the streets, you know?

Some of this, some of that,
small-time stuff.

Two months ago, Skeet shows
up with the heavy artillery

you need.

He's showtiming, he's rapping
about 47s and MAC-10s and Uzis.

He's making bread, too.

He's flashing thousand-dollar
leather threads and a new ride.

Skeet never mentioned where
he got these guns?

No.

A lot of homies were real
impressed, you know?

I mean, all of a sudden,
this dude is in the big time.

Can you get close to him?

Man, hey, I'll do it.

But Skeet, nuh-uh,
you don't touch him.

He touches you.

[GUNSHOTS]

I'm at the corner
of Forest and 47th!

Captain, we've got maybe four
men with assault rifles!

OFFICER: Squad's rolling
with the heavy artillery.

I'd send in the National Guard.

Hell, send in the Marines!

Oh, no!

[SCREAMING]

Come on! I'm with you.

I'm the police.

Let's go!

[SCREAMING]

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

Stay here.

Freeze!

Out of the car!

You're coming with me.

You're not going anywhere!

Get up against there!

- Take it easy, man! - No way.

Come on back here!

I'm taking you down, man.

Captain, there must have been
hundreds of rounds fired out

there on those streets today.

Oh my god, the fact that
no citizens were killed

is absolutely amazing.

I ran a check to see if
we busted anyone

with the same type of weapons.

This is what I came up with.

Alex Kohn, tagged last
week for possession

of five brand-spanking-new AKs.

Gangbanger?

White supremacist.

Alex plays the theme song
from the Third

Reich on his answering machine.

My kind of guy.

The man's preparing for Armageddon.

If there are guns for sale out
there, he's buying them.

Has he given us his source yet.

No one's been able to break him.

I've got that file you
asked for on Alex Kohn.

Oh, great.

Psych profile?

Yeah, well, I figure this
guy's been through five

different interrogations
already and he

hasn't given up his supplier.

So if we want to
crack him, we get

to know a little bit
about him, maybe figure

out which buttons to push.

Our friend here is suffering
from paranoid delusions.

This guy thinks a race war is coming,

and he's going to save the
world for the Aryan Millennium.

[PHONE RINGING]

Detective McDonald.

Oh, hi.

Tonight?

OK, I'll be there.

Thanks.

Corrina wants to see me.

Hm, good.

Uh, don't forget, you've already
got a date with Emily.

You have a new girlfriend?

Well, August and Kendra
seem to think so.

They set me up.

Blind date?

You might get lucky.

But back to reality, I ran that
disc that Corrina gave you,

and it checks out-- all art
import records.

So she's not involved?

Or she's lying.

And then there's this.

What is this?

A gift from a highly
placed individual

whose name I cannot divulge.

Central America?

Camden was an operative down
there when he was with the CIA.

He worked closely with a
General Mandeval.

And Camden was moving weapons
to the anti-government forces?

2,000, maybe 3,000 pieces a month.

So a couple of hundred a
month go by the book.

They end up in South Central.

We're not exactly dealing with
small-timers trying to score

a couple of AKs here, are we?

Two months ago, around the
time Camden was murdered,

a huge cache of weapons
disappeared on its way south.

Check out the inventory.

Uh-oh.

Bazookas, rocket launchers, grenades.

Good night.

Thanks for coming.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

Good, now we have a
chance to talk.

A drink?

Um, no.

Thanks.

So Detective McDonald,
what do you do for fun?

Oh, uh, sculpt steel.

Hm, I bet you do.

When you called, you said
you had something for me.

I do.

I've, uh, never kissed a cop before.

Well, we are highly trained.

I bet you are.

[PHONE RINGING]

Hm.

Sorry.

McDonald.

The deal is my ATF guy
is getting stuff

on a need-to-know basis
from the agency.

Yeah?

It's big.

Camden was operating out
of Central America,

funding covert ops down
there, using

drug money profits from LA,
and then profits from gun sales.

The biggies at the agency
are freaked out

because this whole thing
looks like a shadow

within a shadow within a covert,
you know what I mean?

So where does that leave us?

Camden's partner, Corrina Maitland.

Yeah?

She was with Camden down in
Central America covert ops.

Chase, she's CIA.

I'm telling you, August, it was

the weirdest night of my life.

After I get the call from Annie,
I tell Corrina that I've

got a homicide, so I leave.

And believe me when I say this, that

was not an easy thing to do.

[LAUGH],, and all this time,
you've got a date with Emily.

Yeah.

And it was the first time
I ever met Emily.

And I actually feel
guilty, like I was

cheating on her or something.

Yeah, well, it looks like you and
Emily hit it off pretty

good last night.

Why do you say that?

It's a little warm today
for a turtleneck,

don't you think, my man?

Which, uh, leads me to believe
that you are hiding something.

It's not what you think.

[LAUGH], yeah, right.

Hey, I know a cover-up when
I see one, pal.

Well, anyway, so last night,
we go to the Eiden, right?

We had a great dinner.

It was very romantic.

Emily says, let's go
back to her place.

So I say, fine.

So we get back there, she
says she wants to practice

her massage techniques
on me. I go, OK.

Something to do with some
test she's having today.

I say, OK.

Next thing I know, she's marking
all the pressure points

on my body with indelible ink.

I mean, look at this, August.

I spent over 30 minutes
trying to take this off.

See that?

Ooh.

An overenthusiastic masseuse,
a CIA agent.

You had quite an interesting
night, my man.

Maybe you ought to go back to Bobo's.

Interrogation room's all yours.

Thanks, Captain.

Listen, Judith, you see anything
that helps, you let us know,

all right?

I'll be watching.

It's a little bit warm to
be wearing a turtleneck,

isn't it, Chase?

This is bogus and you know it.

The assault rifles they
found in your house

match up to those that
are hitting the streets.

And your point is?

Come on, Detective.

We both know what's coming.

And when it does, every man,
woman, and child

with white skin is going
to be very happy that guys

like me have guns like those.

Here's the deal.

We put you back on the streets.

When your supplier makes
contact, we bust him.

We convince the DA to cut a deal.

A deal?

Oh, I see.

A deal.

Aha.

So that means I get, what, uh,
three months instead of six?

It's a little bit like trading
a Porsche for a Datsun

because it's got flat tires.

I-- I don't think so.

Hey, McDonald.

Have a nice day.

[LAUGHTER]

Well, that didn't work.

You've got to understand.

He trusts no one associated
with the government.

- What does he trust?
- His own fears.

Let me have a go at him.

So the race war is
coming, huh, Alex?

Inevitable.

Hm?

You know, I'd be willing
to bet that I'm

one of your worst nightmares.

A nigga with a badge and a gun.

You know, the irony
here is that the guy

who sold you those weapons,
he's a black guy, isn't he?

See, we know for a fact
that he's bringing

in another shipment of weapons.

And the stuff he's bringing in
is going to make those AKs

look like cap pistols.

Now, being a, um, brother, I know,

you really think he's going
to sell those weapons

to you white folk?

I'll get my weapons.

And I don't need to depend
on your people for anything, boy.

Nah, nah, nah, see,
I don't think that you're

going to be able to find
the kind of artillery

like my man has anywhere else.

What kind of artillery
are we talking about?

Oh, we're talking about artillery

that can bring down your
average white suburban home.

I want to talk to McDonald.

I want him out here now.

McDonald!

McDonald!

Gentlemen, we're on our own
in this investigation.

Oh, gee, Captain, that supposed
to be something new?

No, this one's different.

I've got more than the usual attention

from the feds on this one.

Everywhere I turn,
I got smokescreens--

ATF, FBI, CIA.

Conspiracy?

Who the hell knows?

There've been rumors for years
that the CIA has been selling

trucks and guns in South Central,

using the profits to fund
covert operations.

And we're dead center.

Our primary objective is to
protect the public we serve.

And I'd also like to protect
some of those guys

that are working with us.

Now those weapons are
beginning to flood onto our turf.

I want their pipeline closed
before any more of them

arrive and this whole city
gets blown to hell.

You've got it, Captain.

Yeah, we'll do our best, Captain.

Impressed?

These weapons hit the
streets and the brothers

are going to use them.

And it ain't gon' be just
drive-bys anymore.

It's gon' be houses blowing
up with my customers inside.

But that is where our
future is going.

And there's no stopping it.

And it's not just in LA.

Psh, I feel like I'm
contributing to the apocalypse.

Financial projections.

In a couple of days,
you'll be able to take

every man, woman, and
child you've ever

cared about out of Los Angeles.

The apocalypse pays well.

[CHUCKLE],, you may even be able
to come politically active

and fight this worldwide
scourge of violence.

Skeet, the train has
left the station.

Don't think of jumping off,
because you can't.

And another thing.

I want this merchandise
moved out of here

within the next 24 hours.

Don't let me down.

Not even surviving the fire
fight with Richardson

has fingered Skeet as
the middleman, too.

If we're ever going
to find a source,

we've got to find this guy.

And quickly, Captain.

You bet.

What?

Isn't it a little warm
for a turtleneck?

(CHANTING) Chase went on a date,
Chase went on a date.

[PHONE RINGING]

Must have gone well.

McDonald.

I'm impressed.

Right.

Are you guys through?

That was Alex, our friendly
neighborhood white supremacist.

He's just been touched by Skeet.

And just for your information,
it's not a hickey.

It's a pressure point.

And get out of my chair.

I've got 500 if you want them.

Same price as before?

Yeah.

I'll take all you got.

Something new.

It's gon' cost you.

Hm.

These ain't black market, either.

US armed forces.

The real deal.

How much?

Half a yard per.

No discount for volume.

You got 10 grand on you, we
put them in your ride right now.

[POLICE SIREN]

[GUNSHOTS]

[ROCKET WHISTLE]

Incoming!

[EXPLOSION]

What the hell was that?

That, my friend, was a rocket.

Let's go!

This is 1-William-13.

I want every unit we've
got on these streets now.

Someone just punched a
damn rocket in here!

Looks like you guys were wrong.

He was going to sell me
the heavy artillery.

Ah, gee.

What a nice black man, huh?

August, it seems our man was
very careful with the IRS.

Parking receipts from
the Conroy building.

The Conroy building?

That's pretty uptown for a
downtown guy like Skeet.

I'd say so.

These were taken two months ago.

The man in the photo is Mandeval,

head of the anti-government
guerillas in Honduras.

Yeah-- uh, what?

Yeah.

Yeah, that's the one.

Yeah, thank you.

Corrina Maitland?

I just talked to the manager
of the Conroy building.

Says Corrina Maitland's
been leasing a suite

there for the past two years.

Well, we got parking
receipts that

place Skeet at the
Conroy building,

and now Corrina Maitland
in the middle of it all.

And the disc?

Diversion.

You know, they couldn't
hide those weapons

in the Conroy building.
They'd need a warehouse.

You're probably right, but
it's worth checking out anyway.

I'll call for the warrant.

All right, listen, Mac, once more.

We've got a warrant.

You don't need to sneak
in as a security guard.

I know that, August.

But if we go in there
flashing a warrant,

they'll have any information
shredded by the time

we step off the elevator.

Listen, the lady knows you.

Why don't I go in instead?

She's not even there.

She took off in a
copter about an hour ago.

All right.

But if we spot that
chopper coming back here,

you get out of there
fast, you understand?

Don't worry, I'm not
planning to have

a lunch with Miss Maitland.

Can you hear me?

Yeah.

Test, test, test.

Your circles are gone.

I know.

Took paint remover to get them off.

All right, I'm ready.

Stay on your toes, Mac.

[CHATTER]

August, I'm in.

Shit, alarm code.

Better phone that in.

Yeah.

[PHONE RINGING]

- Yeah. - Someone's in the office.

Police?

PARTNER (ON PHONE): Yeah, my guess.

Take care of him.

PARTNER (ON PHONE): All right.

And I'll send in a little,
uh, air support.

I want you two back here now.

Looks like Miss Maitland's getting

ready to fly the coop, August.

If there's a warehouse,
there's got

to be some kind of paperwork--
import, export,

art deliveries, anything.

August, I think I got something.

It's a delivery receipt for
some art, with an address.

All right, I'm out of here.

[RADIO STATIC]

Mac, can you hear me?

Chase!

[CHATTER]

LAPD, put the weapon down.

CHASE: (ON RADIO) August, if
you can hear me, head for the roof.

Great.

Agh!

CHASE: Oh boy.

[SCREAMING]

[GUNSHOTS]

August, if you can hear me,
I could really use some help.

Mac!

CHASE: August!

August!

AUGUST: McDonald!

Oh, thank god.

You know what, August?

Window washers don't
get paid enough.

Yeah, well, neither
do cops, partner.

Neither do cops.

You gonna hang around there
all day, or you coming?

Hey!

Hey, where are you going?
This isn't funny!

[POLICE SIREN]

We'll drive north into the desert.

[ALARM BUZZING]

We've got company.

Take care of our visitors.

Go!

Go!

Ugh!

I'm intrigued by this game
of cat and mouse chase.

A compromise, perhaps?

I'm sure we could work
something out.

I don't think so, Corrina.

Oh, come on.

We could leave this place,
lead a nice, rich life

in South America.

Just you and me.

Freeze!

Put the gun away now.

I don't think so.

Don't test me.

I won't hesitate to
take us both out.

OK.

All right, guns going
away, all right?

Just, uh, keep a tight
grip on that thing, OK?

I'm just going to get in my truck,

and you're never going
to see me again.

Well, you know, Chase,
it wasn't just, um,

business between you and me.

Well, Corrina, maybe we
could pick up where

we left off in about 20 years.

Tch.

Let's go!

Mac, Mac!

Wait there, excuse me, Mac!

Mac!

Miss, Mi-- you do know where
the pin is to this thing,

don't you? Hey, hey!

Mac!

People in Washington are very
pleased with your work.

I think even they were shocked
at the enormity of the arsenal.

Yeah, well, maybe they'll
start coordinating

a little better now.

Yeah, in your dreams.

Hey, you talk to Emily today?

Yep, she flunked her test,
dropped out of massage school.

Oh, wow.

So what is she going to do now.

Beats me.

She did want to do something
after work, though.

What'd you tell her?

Hey, I'm a busy man.

LA's a happening place
for a guy like me.

[CHUCKLE], yeah, right.

What do you mean, yeah, right?

Listen, uh, Bobo.

I know things didn't go that
well between us the other day.

But, uh, I really can't live
without your veggie burger.

So I was hoping that we could
put the past behind us,

you know, move on, let
bygones be bygones.

What do you say, huh?

EMILY (ON RADIO): Chase?

Emily?

Is that you?

What are you doing here?

EMILY: I work here now.

I thought you've been busy.

Uh.

EMILY: Chase, I get off at 11:00.

Chase?

Chase?

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Chase!

[THEME MUSIC]

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