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- Bosch.
- Bosch. Iverson.

Iverson.

It's fuckin' 4:00
in the morning.

We got a search warrant for
Lucky Rykoff's place.

We're executing it now.

Rykoff?
From the strip joint?

Yeah, your pal.
Joey Marks' guy.

How the hell did you
get a warrant?

Got a hit on those prints
you asked us to run.

You found Rykoff's prints
on Tony Allen's jacket?

I'll text you the address
if you want to join us.

Or maybe you just
want to go back to bed.

Don't do anything
before I get there.

We're not
waiting on you, Bosch.

Asshole.

Iverson.

Sit tight.

- Bosch.
- Come here.

What the hell
are you doing?

- SWAT?
- I thought you'd be pleased.

How about we
talk to the guy first.

Just because
we found his prints
on Allen's jacket

doesn't mean he killed him.

Rykoff's been on our radar.

Drugs, prostitution.

And if he killed Allen--

Look, we get what we need,
you might get what you need.

Just what is it
that you need?

Joey Marks.
And Rykoff can get us there.

This is bullshit.
This is my case.

You're Bigfooting me on this
for some glory.

You know something,
asshole,

you should be happy
I invited you to the party.

You're pissed
I broke it open.

All right, boys,
saddle up. Let's go.

Let's go.
Move it out.

- Go! Go!
- We've got movement

in the rear bedroom.

I repeat, we've got movement
in the rear bedroom.

- Get on the floor!
- Okay, okay, okay.

- Get down on the floor!
- Okay. Harmony, calm down.

On the floor!

Off the bed,
on the floor!

Settle down, all right?

Hey, be cool man,
all right?

All right, all right,
all right.

Put your hands
behind your back.

Hey, Pinky,
be cool.

Okay, baby.

- Harmony, relax.
- I am. Ouch! Asshole.

You want to tell me
what the fuck this is about?

Ahh!

We'll handle
the search.

Stick around and
keep an eye on locking up.

Roger that.

Let's keep this tight,
Iverson.

Sorry to fuck up
your beauty sleep, ladies.

Mr. LAPD.

What, is this payback
for the other night?

We're gonna take
a look around.

You're not gonna
find anything.

Fuck, this isn't about
Tony Allen, is it?

Man, I haven't left Vegas
in months.

I'm tellin' you
I wasn't in L.A.
the night he got killed.

- I can prove that shit.
- Put a plug in it.

You can tell us your story
down at the station.

Iverson!
In here.

Hey, sorry I forgot to flush.
There's a drought and all.

Well, well, well.
Bingo.

- .22.
- That what you were
lookin' for?

Who's lucky now?

We found your gun,
asshole.

What's that?
That's not my gun.

Get him dressed.
Where you're goin',

you're gonna want to wear
more than that, big fella.

What the fuck
are you doin', man?

Listen to me,

he was in there first,
he was in there by himself.

He planted that shit.
That is not my gun.

Bullshit.

Hey, that's not
my fuckin' gun, man.

You know it's not
my fuckin' gun.

Oh, man.

He seemed surprised.

Surprised we found it.

What?

It ain't right.

Why would he keep it?

He whacks Allen in L.A.,
he pitches the gun,

throws it down
a storm drain.

Maybe his mama
gave it to him
for his birthday.

Who knows.
If they weren't idiots,
we wouldn't catch 'em.

Yeah, right.

It's too easy.

Let's confirm it's
the murder weapon,

then decide
how easy it is.

Usual?

Yeah.
Chatty motherfucker
in the morning.

That all today, officer?

Oh, I got to have some
Krispy Kremes, too.

Mm-hm.

Ah, yeah.

Mm.
Have a blessed day.

Asshole.

She knows that we
go all the way back
to the academy.

Well, then,
she's cool with me, right?

Yeah, she's cool.

Just play it straight.
Be yourself.

Yeah,
what do I call her?

- Mo.
- Mo?

Yeah, call her Mo.

I'm chill, man.

And don't say chill,
either.

Hey. How are you?

Too blessed to be stressed,
baby. How are you?

I'm good.

This is George.

I figured.

It's nice
to meet you, Mo.

Don't call me Mo.

All right.

How are you?

I'm good.

Wednesday night.
Plans?

No. Wide open.

- Eddie's got the details.
- All right.

I shouldn't have to tell you
to keep your mouth shut,
but I will.

Ah, shit, I'm chill.

You and Dad.
How often you see him?

Oh, shit, I don't know.

Uh, every couple weeks
I go by to see my mom.

Sometimes I see him,
sometimes I don't.

You ever talk about work?

If he asks.

How would you feel about
doing a little more of that?

A little more what?

Talkin' shop with Pop?

It's no problem.

All right.
See ya, Eddie.

Later.

God, shit, man.

- What?
- I said chill.

Goddamn.

Don't sweat it.
She liked you.

Yeah, all right.
How could you tell?

- I can tell.
- Uh-huh.

But you.
You have got to chill.

Oh, that's right.

We'll be back.

I need a cup of coffee
or something.

It's been a long night.

Ah, cocaine's
wearing off?

Tough shit.

Fuck.

I know you got history
with this guy,

but I should take
the lead here.

I'm not comfortable
with that.

Anything local comes up,
you give me the high sign,

I'll let you step in.

The whole thing
is local, Bosch.

Tony Allen lived in L.A.
He was killed there, also.

And his killer's
right here in Vegas
in there.

Maybe.

Look,
professional courtesy.

It's my murder,
I talk to him first.

Up to the captain.

We'll see how he wants to
handle the others.

What others?

Captain invited some known
associates of Joey Marks

to come in for a chat.

Your buddy Billy
from the titty bar.

Allen's poker pal
at the Mirage.

What the hell's
she doing here?

They ID'd her
off her comp card.

You're saying she's
an associate of Joey Marks?

- It's in her file.
- It's a mistake.

Is she under arrest?

Came in of her own accord.
Voluntarily.

You said
you didn't know her.

Piss off.

What am I doing here,
Harry?

Is this about Tony Allen?

Careful what you say.
We're on camera.

What'd they tell you?

They didn't tell me anything.

They just threatened
our business,

talking about mob ties and
pulling our casino license.

It's bullshit.

Did you know about this?

Don't lie to me, Harry.
Is this about your case?

Let me talk to the captain,
get this sorted out.

- I'll be right back.
- Jesus, Harry.

But don't worry.
It's under control.

- Yes.
- Captain.

That woman you brought in,
Eleanor Wish,

she's got nothin' to do
with this case.

Let me call you back.

And how do you know that?

I interviewed her yesterday
about Allen.

You interviewed.

She didn't even know
his last name.

Iverson,
get a cup of coffee.

I want her kicked loose.

Because she's
your ex-wife?

No, because she's got
nothin' to do with this.
Any of it.

Well, you don't
get to decide that.

You should have told us
how you knew her, detective.

But you went about it
the wrong way.

You should have been
straight up with us.

What do you want,
Captain?

I want to know what
your ex-wife knows

about Joey Marks
and his organization.

Nothing. She played poker
once in a while with Allen,
that's it.

She ever mention a guy
named Tim Kirsch?

Who's that?

He puts money
on the streets for Marks.

He makes sure
he gets paid back.

What's he got to do
with Eleanor?

She's been seen with him
over the years.

Enough contact to
open a file on her.

So how do we fix this?

Make us part
of the case.

Beginning to end.

If Rykoff did this,
he did it for Marks.

You're using my ex wife
to leverage me

to get to Joey Marks.

What, you get the glory,
we get the paperwork

while you ride off
into the sunset

with a guy we've been
chasing for years?

No, that doesn't fly.

Come on,
make it official.

Let me call my lieutenant,
buy you onto the case.

- I want to talk to him.
- Her.

Whatever.

- Hey, thanks, sweetheart.
- You're welcome.

I need you to do a cover sheet
and fax this.

- Okay.
- All right, and wait for
confirmation.

Roger that.

Ooh, pickin' up the lingo.
Good for you.

- 10-4, Lieutenant.
- Yeah.

Harry. How's it going?

There's been an arrest
in the Allen murder.

Luke Rykoff.
He runs a strip club
for Joey Marks.

You like him for it?

Well, they do.

I'm here with Captain Felton
of Las Vegas Metro.

We think we should make it
a joint investigation.

You want to share
the investigation?

What, has he got
a pair of pliers
clamped to your nut sack?

As we speak.

All right,
put him on the fucking phone.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Captain Felton.
Lieutenant Billets.

Sorry to disturb you,
Lieutenant.

No, not at all,
Captain.

Um, the last thing
we want to do is
tread on your turf.

I'm fine with the
joint investigation.

I'm glad to hear it.

And thank you for
your cooperation.

Good luck.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Don't let him
fuck up our case.

Roger that.

I need to talk to Eleanor
before I interview Rykoff.

So talk to her.

- And she goes free.
- As a bird.

Does he not know
he's an asshole,

or does he
just not care?

Both.

Did you get it
straightened out?

I did.

So, can I go home now?

Tell me about
Tim Kirsch.

I borrowed money from him,
paid him back. That's it.

Jesus Christ, Eleanor.
A loan shark who works
for Joey Marks?

- That's why they
brought me in?
- What they said.

- Do you know Marks?
- I know of him.

Look, it's garbage,
Harry.

I talked to the captain.
You're going home.

But he wants to know about
you and Kirsch first.

He does or you do?

I haven't seen Kirsch
in years.

Before we moved
to Hong Kong.

How much did you borrow,
Eleanor?

A lot.

I needed to
get back on my feet
and start over.

Did you know
he worked for Marks?

Not for a fact,
but I knew other players
who borrowed from him.

That was
good enough for me.

Did you know
he was a criminal?

Look, I didn't think he was
a loan officer at Wells Fargo,

but I paid him back
with interest, end of story.

Can I go now?

I'll get a uniform
to take you home.

You handle
the paperwork?

Yeah, but we're not even
halfway done with our shift.

I got places to be, man.

- Uh-huh.
- Hm.

So, what do I tell
the lieutenant?

I don't know,
tell him--

tell him it was a slow day
on the war on drugs.

There were no busts.

You tell him
that we know

that the system's
already overflowing like
a backed up latrine,

and that we don't want to
stress it any further

by hauling in a bunch of
dime bag turds.

- Mm. Dime bag turds.
All right.
- Yeah.

- Oh, you know what?
- Yeah. Huh?

You tell him that there's
peace in the valley.

You're a crazy
motherfucker, man.

Peace.
In the valley.

All right.

Shit.

Peace in the valley.

Ten part beef,
one part pork for sticky,

three part onions
grounded up with salt,

black pepper,
let sit 24 hours.

You Petrossian?

Hey. You Edgar?

Hey.

Two kabob.
He's paying.

I am?

Yeah, peace offering.

LAPD, Glendale PD.
Like Turks and Armenians.

And we're the Turks.

Hey, you catch on quick
for a Turk.

First thing
you need to know,

Tony Allen and Joey Marks
were cousins.

No shit?

Tony's born here.
Marks is older,
born in Armenia.

Marks was what we call
"rabise," flashy, violent.

Got into business with
the Russians here,
then Vegas.

Hm. Tony?

Soft. "Amrekyan."

Never had the stomach
for the rough stuff,

but a magician
when it comes to dirty money.

How big is Marks in Vegas?

Middling.
The real players
are the Russians.

See, that's who the Feds
are worried about.

Even they don't care that much
about the rackets anymore.

Except how they
fund terrorism.

And Broff is planning on
blowing up a building?

The Broff does business
with people who are.

Hezbollah, ISIS.

The Middle East.

Hell of a lot closer
than that, pal. Mexico.

What-- what,
ISIS is in Mexico?

Hezbollah is.
And Detroit.

I'm telling you, bro,
this shit's right under
our noses.

Hey, let's, uh,
go eat outside, huh?

I'll tell you how to marinate
real Armenian kabobs.

I don't know.
The-the night that Allen
got in my face about Layla,

he put his hands on me,
and I had to get physical.

How so?

I don't know,
I grabbed him,

I threw him out
by the fucking collar.

Anybody witness this?

I don't know,
about a dozen strippers,

happened in the
dressing room.

And that gun you fuckers
planted on me.

- Seriously?
- You're stickin'
with that story?

Oh, I'm gonna take
a murder wrap over
a $200 throwaway?

How stupid do you think I am?
I mean, this shit's ridiculous.

And yet,
here we are.

Fuck off.
I didn't kill Tony Allen.

Why'd Joey Marks
order the hit on him?

He didn't.
You got nothin'.

Stop treating me like
a donkey and fuck off.

You know what?
Book me and get me to
a fuckin' phone.

We'll go the distance
on you, Lucky.

Oh, yeah,
and stick that smile
up your ass,

you fat fuck.

Fuck.

I'll take the gun
back to L.A. tomorrow.

How quick can you
get it done?

I'll walk it through
ballistics myself.

My partner's already been
talking to the D.A.

If we get a match,
we'll get a warrant.

One day, tops.

Let me know as soon
as you file in L.A.

I'll call our D.A.'s office
and schedule a hearing.

Thank you.

Hi, it's Eleanor.
Leave a message.

Hey, it's me.

I'm just checking in to see
if you got home all right.

I'm headed back to L.A.
tomorrow.

I was wondering if
we could have some time

to talk face to face tonight.

Sorry you got mixed up
in all of this.

Kiss Maddie for me.

Yeah, the question is
who the fuck knows.

Joey's not gonna give a shit
one way or the other.

You know what
I'm gonna have to do
up in here, right?

Man, just get me
fuckin' out of here
tomorrow morning.

You got it?

Fuck.

What's up?

What'd you say to me?

Nothin'.

Fuck you, bitch.

All right, all right.
Break it up. Break it up!

Fuck you!
What the fuck did you
say to me, bitch?

- What the fuck did you
say to me?

Hi, it's Eleanor.
Leave a message.

- Hi, Dad.
- Hey, Mads.

- Whatcha doin'?
- Watching "Grey's Anatomy."

That's still on?

I'm streaming it.
Season 7.

Hey, is your mom around?
I'm trying to reach her.

She went to bed early.
She said she had a tough day.

I'm going back
to L.A. tomorrow.

I've hardly seen you.

Try and stop by
in the morning.

Okay. Love you.

I love you, too.

Bye.

Detective.

Detective Bosch, uh,
do you have a minute?

Get in the car.

Sit with him
where I can see you.

Go ahead.

What can I do for you?

You, uh, don't want to
come out of the sun, Detective?

No, I'm fine.

Well, my name is
Marty Weiss,

Mr. Marks's attorney.

Mr. Marks doesn't talk?

Well, you're making
a big mistake, Detective.

We'd like to
help you fix that.

Oh, yeah?
How you gonna do that?

Uh, Mr. Rykoff was working
at the club Saturday night.

Customers and employees
saw him there as late as
3:00 in the morning.

Never left Las Vegas.

Sworn affidavits
attesting to that fact.

Employees and customers.
Anyone not in your pocket?

This isn't a courtroom,
Mr. Marks.

What do you want?

I want you to
enjoy yourself,
Detective.

Stay another night.

Nice hotel,
nice girl.

Maybe you'll get lucky
at the tables.

You like Blackjack?

And what do you get?

A different gun.

It's in there, right,
the one you found?

We'll have one just like it
in your room tonight, .22.

I don't take bribes.

I'm not offering you
a bribe.

I'm offering you
the truth.

Tony was family.

His father and my father
first cousins.

I want whoever did this.

I'm telling you
on my mother's grave
in Yerevan,

it was not Rykoff.

You're being manipulated,
Detective.

Las Vegas Metro
has been trying to entrap
Mr. Marks for years.

They're putting the screws
to Lucky

to get him to
turn on me.

It's what I'd do
if I were them.

Think it'll work?
Think he'll flip?

Lucky?

I think he'll
stand up.

But you can't be sure.
Can you?

Bosch.

You can't crash
my place of business,

assault my employees,

and not expect me to react.

Hey.
I'm headed back to L.A.

Your case?

Did you get my message?

Come in.

Were you gonna
call me back?

Not until I had
something new to say.

Well, you could have
called me to tell me that.

You know how
that conversation
would have started.

It would have started
with "I'm sorry."

Couples say that a lot.

- We're not a couple.
- Okay. Ex couple.

We have a child.
We're that type couple.

Well, look,
I'm tired of apologizing.

I'm just tired of
how we are with each other.

I feel like I'm always
apologizing for something.

Okay, so let's
quit apologizing.

Good.

Listen. I didn't
pay back Tim Kirsch.

Reggie did.

Before you were married
or after?

Does it matter?

Look, you asked me
how much I borrowed.

It was 100 grand.

Jesus. That's
a lot of bread, Eleanor.

It's a business,
Harry.

What matters in
the long run is winning,

which I do.

- You pay Reggie back?
- Many times over.

Look, he helped me out
because he loves me.

But I still feel like
I owe him.

The other night was
a big game with a big client,

and I shouldn't have
just blown it off.

You're tired of it,
blow it all off. Quit.

It's not that simple.
It's our business.

Look, there's plenty
of bullshit in your job,

but you don't just
walk away.

Yeah, but I put up with
the bullshit

because what I do
is important.

Oh, God, you're such
a condescending asshole.

Okay, sorry.
I didn't mean it that way.

Yes, you did.

Maddie around?

You missed her.

Tell her I'll be back
in a day or so.

Word, Lieutenant?

Chief. Come in.

This morning
I got a phone call

from District
Attorney O'Shea.

Last night in Venice
at his fundraiser

officers wrote
dozens of tickets

for non-resident
parking violations.

And why did they do that?

The valet had no permit.

Somebody tipped
the mayor's campaign,

and Chief Tenzer called
Pacific Division personally

to get those officers
over there.

I don't understand
why you're telling me this.

I'm asking people I can trust
throughout the department

to keep their ears open.

If you hear of anything
brewing in Hollywood--

That's my personal cell.
Call me day or night.

You know,
if you need somebody
you can trust in Pacific,

Captain Macken
is a friend.

Macken?

That's who Tenzer called
to make it happen.

She oversaw
the whole thing.

Good news
and bad news.

Tell the bad first.

No prints, and the gun
is untraceable.

Someone used acid
on the serial,

and none of my magic tricks
could bring it up. Sorry.

And the good?

Weapon and bullet
a definite match.

It's the murder weapon.

Well, look who's here.

He's here to help us
solve our case.

I believe you've met
special agent Griffin.

- How you doin'?
- Good afternoon.

He's got something for us
on Luke Rykoff.

Told you.

How'd the ballistics
pan out?

Gun found in Rykoff's house
is the murder weapon.

The gun you found,
Detective. Great work.

What do you know
about him, Rykoff?

He's a soldier.
Expendable.

He give you an alibi?

Says he was working at Dolly's
when Allen was murdered.

Marks had a pile of
sworn affidavits.

Well, you can
wipe your ass with those,

because you can prove that
Rykoff wasn't in Vegas

the night that
Allen was killed.

He was here.

The night of the murder,
Rykoff took the 7:40 flight

from McCarran to LAX.

That gets him in L.A.
in plenty of time.

Travel records and the gun
guarantee his extradition
to L.A.

I have no doubt he'll be
indicted for murder.

Detective,
you cracked your case.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

- Lieutenant.
- Agent Griffin.

Nice, neat little bow,
isn't it?

Pretty color.

- You're being sarcastic.
- Me? Never.

Sometimes playing nice
actually works.

Let the widow know
where things stand

before you
head back to Vegas.

Sure.

Hey, Harry,
you got a minute?

Yes, ma'am.

I'll get this
off to the D.A.

Great.

Irving came to
see me today.

About the fundraiser.

What, you heard?

Talk of the town.
I love campaign season.

Do you even vote?

Just to get that
little sticker.

Irving wants me
to be his lookout
here in Hollywood.

Yeah. Tenzer calls
Captain Gandle.

What are you
supposed to do about it?

My point.

I'll have Tenzer
pissing in one ear,

and Irving in the other.

That's one of the reasons
I never wanted to make rank.

I mean,
if Irving makes chief, then
that could be good for me.

- On the other hand--
- You don't want to
take sides.

Well, I don't want to
get my head chopped off
if it doesn't happen.

Are you asking
for my advice?

I guess I am.

Sometimes you
pick your rabbi.

Sometimes the rabbi
picks you.

...what we have to do
is plug up the holes--

Hang on just a second.

- Irv.
- Evening, Rick.

This is
Deputy Chief Irving,

the finest of
L.A.'s finest.

- My wife Connie.
- How are you this evening?

- Rick.
- Connie.

We were talking about
the justice system,

- and victim's rights.
- Oh, that so?

Now, Irv here has
some great ideas

on how to speed up
the process,

make the system
more efficient,

more just.

Well, my detectives
don't like waiting years

for their cases to
come to trial, either.

It's good to have a D.A.
who understands the issues
from our point of view.

- Ah-ha.
- Ah. Our host.

Jim Dawson,
I'd like you to meet
Deputy Chief Irving,

- and his wife Connie.
- Pleasure.

- Pleasure.
- Thank you for having us.

- The house is lovely.
- Well, thank you.

Thank you.
I hope you'll consider
writing a check

before the evening's out.

Uh, Jim, Chief Irving
is contributing

to our campaign
in other ways.

I'm glad to hear it.

Uh, Rick,
I've got some people
I'd like you to meet.

Excuse us, please.

You sure you don't want
that drink?

I have to drive.

Well, you shouldn't have
given Wash the night off.

It would have been cruel
to inflict it on him.

You inflicted it on me.

You have
a glass of wine.

I will.

Water, please.

Cheers.

You did well.

So did you.

Thanks for coming.

Of course.

Ah, you're kidding me.

At this time of night?

- Shit.
- What is it?

DUI checkpoint.
Tenzer.

Tenzer?
It's outrageous.

Sir! You need to
get back in line!

Deputy Chief Irving.
What's going on here?

Uh,
a DUI checkpoint, sir.

I can see that.
Who authorized it?

Uh, I don't know, sir.

Well,
where's your sergeant?

Uh, he went down the hill
to find a bathroom, sir.

He should be back shortly.

- Find him for me.
- Yes, sir.

- Uh, 34-TL-45.
- 45, go.

Have 34-L-60
respond to intersection
Argyle and Franklin.

Code 2.

Chief?
- Lieutenant, is Outpost Drive
still in Hollywood division?

Is there a problem, sir?

How does traffic set up
a DUI checkpoint

right outside an
O'Shea fundraiser
in your division,

and you not hear about it?

I don't know, sir.
I will look into it
right away.

Do that.

Hey, evening.

Hey, Carl.

Here to see Mrs. Allen.

I'll let her know
you're here.

Hey, how's it comin'?

Made an arrest.

No shit. Who?

Some Vegas shitbird.
He's on ice.

We're driving over
in the morning
to grab him up.

Wow, good work.

What was it?
Was it a mob thing?

Why do you say that?

I don't know.
Mr. Allen,

the way he dressed,
the whole porn deal.

There's was always
something about him
that just--

He smelled like a made guy.

Uh, anyway, go ahead.
Go on up.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

Evening,
Mrs. Allen.

And what can I do
for you, gentlemen?

We wanted you to know
we've arrested a suspect

in your husband's murder.

His name is
Luke Rykoff.

He manages a strip club
in Vegas.

Strip club.
Well, that would explain
how my husband knew him.

Rykoff had an altercation
with your husband

the night before
he was killed.

About what?

Over one of the dancers,
friend of your husband's.

- His girlfriend.
- Maybe.

Live by the sword,
die by the sword.

Isn't that
what they say?

Rykoff worked for
Joey Marks.

As did your husband.

You know him,
Joey Marks?

I know him.

He and Tony
were cousins.

And you don't look
surprised.

You didn't think
we'd find out?

Mrs. Allen,
whatever you know

can help us build a case
against Rykoff and Marks.

You think Joey Marks
is involved?

He might be.

Look, Joey scares me
for obvious reasons.

That's why I didn't
mention it.

Were he and
your husband close?

They fought a lot.

Tony thought Joey
was an asshole.

Joey thought Tony
was a pussy.

What about their
business relationship?

Joey invested in his films.

Tony bitched about him
all the time,

said he was
always on his back.

Had they had
a falling out recently?

You know how it is
with family.

I got tired of listening
to Tony's complaints,

so I just blocked it out.

Thank you for
letting me know.

Have a good evening.

Have a good night,
detectives.

Yeah, they just left.

I know that guy.
He's a cop.

- I know him from Hollenbeck.
- Moonlighting.

I've said his guys are
ex cops or on the job.

Shoot me.

I'm gonna stick to real estate,
thank you very much.

Feel like we're
bein' played, brother.

Seems a bit hinky,
don't you think?

FBI so eager to help.

They just want to
keep us away.

Away from their
larger inquiry.

Or Tony Allen
and Luke Rykoff.

Two unimportant guys
the FBI doesn't care about,

but they're keeping
close tabs on 'em.

Speaking of tabs,
how long has that car
been behind us?

I don't know.

How'd Griffin know
we'd been to ballistics?

Yeah, that, too.

Speaking of tabs,
let's get a drink.

Okay. If the Feds
follow us inside,
you're buying.