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My grandfather made the first
Alo using just what he had:

a soup can, a skate key
and a broken clock.

When Alo became popular,

everything changed for our family.

We were no longer poor.

It was my father who started
shipping Alo internationally.

Wasn't long after that, he was
approached by a friend who had,

well, some ties to the cartel,

and they offered to conceal
their product in ours

for a very generous price.

Of course, it wasn't really
an offer, and saying "no,"

well, that's never an option.

And that is how the family
business expanded.

Well, at least it added a few
zeroes to your bank account.

And even more zeroes when
my father eliminated the men

who tried to push themselves
into our business,

then took over, himself.

You see, my father, God bless him,

he... oh, he had no tolerance

for people who tried to push him around.

Well, sounds like he hated bullies,

and I hate them, too. So...

You know, it wa-it wasn't
just about the money.

We had the ability to provide
for the community.

You know? To sustain
a livelihood for the town.

Well, that's important.
You like to give back. I...

I really like to do the same.

I think we're... we might be
cut from the same cloth.

Almost. Almost...

(CHUCKLING): But, well, obviously, the...

Los Angeles is a bit bigger
than Rosarito, but you know.

Más o menos.

Well, now we have the
opportunity to help each other.

Yes. Uh, it's my understanding

that you have an extremely
generous return on investment.

I could use that.

I'm trying to build
some big, shiny buildings.

Well, and it is my understanding
you have the liquefiable assets

to convert into quick cash,

and, well,

I need cash in hand.

Well, then, I think we should do this.

I don't know if we shake hands,

or if there's champagne that we can...

She's ready.

GABRIEL: Well, before we make
this official,

I would like to show you
something, Mr. Tom.

Please, follow me.

Yeah.

Uh, yeah. Yeah, of course.

GABRIEL: After you, Tom. Please.

Come in.

(MONITOR BEEPING STEADILY)

You know, I never wanted to take
over the family business.

I studied to be a surgeon,
but you know...

Are you-are you sure you want me in here?

Tom. Don't. No, no, no, no, no.
Please, don't.

Don't you ever interrupt me again.

I hate to be interrupted.

(WATER RUNNING)

You know, I promised my father
on his deathbed

I was gonna take over the business,

and I always keep my promises.

Please.

Come in.

Are you familiar with the
concept of contrapasso? Hmm?

- No.
- No?

It's Dante.

In short, let the punishment fit
the crime.

Now, I'm a generous person, Tom,

but I don't like
to be taken advantage of.

She took advantage.

When I ask her about it,

she ran from me.

Well, that ends today.

Oh, shit... (GRUNTS)

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(WHIRS)

(BUZZING)

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♪ ♪

(DOOR CLOSES)

(LOCK BEEPS)

(EXHALES)

H.R. Pufnstuf,

who's your friend when things get rough?

♪ H.R. Pufnstuf ♪

♪ Who's your friend
when things get rough? ♪

♪ H.R. Pufnstuf ♪

♪ Can't do a little,
'cause he can't do enough ♪

♪ Once upon a summertime... ♪

Don't worry.

You'll get the hang of it.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

♪ Come and play with me, Jimmy ♪

♪ Come and play with me ♪

♪ And I will take you on a trip ♪

♪ Far across the sea ♪

♪ H.R. Pufnstuf ♪

♪ Who's your friend
when things get rough? ♪

♪ H.R. Pufnstuf ♪

♪ Can't do a little,
'cause he can't do enough. ♪

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(BEEPS)

This is the gun
that Detective Roman found

at the scene of the crime.

Patty?

And this is the gun
from the security footage.

Now, you see that flash of chrome?

- That's not the same gun.
- HAKEEM: That's just the way

the light is hitting the metal.

You just entered two contradictory pieces

of evidence into trial, bud.

No, look, zoomed in like that,

the footage is too grainy
to be conclusive.

Now, I'm sure that I can find
an expert witness to testify

that that is, in fact, the same gun.

BILLY: Let me save you the trouble.

BILLY: That's the gun in the video.

Where the hell did that come from?

Mr. McBride?

(SIGHS) This gun belonged
to Pedro Suarez.

That's Julio's older brother.

Julio had it with him
the night of the murders.

It's been with his girlfriend ever since.

HAKEEM: Oh, yeah? And whose word are
we supposed to take for that? Yours?

There's no telling where this
gun has been since the shooting.

There's no telling who's been
tampering with this gun

since the shooting, or if that

is even the same gun that's in the video.

PATTY: The girlfriend is
prepared to testify to its chain

- of custody.
- HAKEEM: Oh, well, good, then, I want

a warrant for her arrest. She's
an accessory after the fact.

She's not an accessory
after anything. She's 15,

and that gun was never used in any crime.

And you're willing to bet
her life on that?

Yes.

Go ahead and have it tested.

When it comes back clean,

we'll move to suppress the video.

Your Honor, the jury can't see Julio

in that video with that gun.

- It's bad character evidence.
- HAKEEM: Okay, look.

Gun or no gun, this footage clearly shows

that Julio was there around

- the time of the murders.
- We'll stipulate to that.

Hell, and just because
we can only see one gun

in the video, it doesn't mean

that he didn't have another one on him.

What are you talking about?

Well, it seems like we're in a little bit

of an evidentiary quagmire here,

but I've heard enough to warrant
a suppression hearing,

so we'll schedule it.

By the way, Mr. McBride, nice suit.

Oh. Yeah.

I, uh, I was at Costco,
and I didn't want to be late.

You know, just...
it's kind of across town,

so... so, yeah.

BRITTANY: So I definitely had

better things to do last night.

WYATT: Uh-huh.

- But I googled you.
- You did?

- Yeah.
- I'm flattered.

- Mm-hmm.
- What did you find?

Oh, nothing impressive.

Um, just that you built
half of downtown L.A.

- Only half? (CLICKS TONGUE)
- Mm-hmm.

You have a seat on every fucking
board of everything.

- Not true.
- And...

(LAUGHS) ...you're allergic to wool.

That's actually true.

- Really?
- Yeah, it's really embarrassing.

- Why is that on there?
- Oh, it limits my...

it limits my wardrobe options.

I don't know. I don't...

Uh-huh. So you just wear, like,

scuba sweat suits every day, or...?

You're making fun of my clothes?

Did you just work out?
I don't understand.

I thought I looked cool.

You look cool. I didn't say you
didn't look cool, it's just...

All right. Cool. Thanks.

- Very athletic.
- Mm-kay.

- Cool, I'll take that.
- Yeah.

- (CLEARS THROAT)
- All right.

My turn. Um...

I didn't google you.
I Yahoo searched you.

- (LAUGHS)
- Um...

And I didn't find very much.

You're very mysterious.

Well, Yahoo isn't really
the good search engine.

- Sorry.
- Yeah. Maybe that's what it was.

- Um...
- Or maybe, you're kind of secretive?

I-It's not secretive. I just...

I don't know. I... I prefer it that way.

Fair enough. Um, start easy.

Do you... you work?

I do work. Yeah.

Are you going to make me ask what you do?

- (LAUGHS)
- 'Cause that was...

I was trying to imply I'd be
interested in knowing that.

Um, I work, uh... I work for a lawyer.

- A lawyer?
- And I mean, I-I...

I do... yeah, I do, like, um,
like, paralegal stuff.

So how'd you end up
with this lawyer situation?

- Okay. Uh, Billy?
- Mm-hmm.

Uh, he's my boss, the lawyer.

- His name's Billy?
- Yeah. Billy McBride.

I don't know if you've heard it.
Anyway, um, he, uh...

he kind of got me out of a jam.

I-I got picked up on a little drug thing,

and needed a job,

and he hired me.

That's great. He sounds like a great guy.

- Actually, yeah.
- Yeah.

Cool. You have any, uh, interesting cases

or anything you're working on?

Um, uh, yeah, actually,

there's this kid who just got
arrested for a double hom...

Excuse me, um, I'm sorry.

Are you Rachel's friend
from Cedars-Sinai?

Um... N-No. No.

I know I know you. It's driving
me crazy. I'm sorry.

Um, Vegas?

No. No, I don't...

I don't... I don't go to Vegas.

- Um...
- Right.

- Um, uh, my mistake.
- Yeah.

That was weird.

(SIGHS)

Okay, fine. You're probably
gonna hear about this

- in a meeting sooner or later, so, um...
- Mm-hmm.

Okay, until a couple months ago,
I was kind of an escort.

I just really needed the money.

(SIGHS)

And anyway, I'm behind all that.

It's past me now, so, yeah,
that's my darkest secret.

What's yours?

First off, I'm gonna tell you
something very important.

You're way too ugly to be an escort.

(LAUGHS)

(CHUCKLES)

That's what you're ashamed of?

Don't be ashamed of that.

Our imperfections make us beautiful.

Come on.

My closet's got way worse
skeletons than that.

If you take me out to dinner,
I might even tell you.

- Yeah?
- Actually, you know what?

I'll take you out to dinner.

I'll pay, 'cause I'm...

You know, I built half of downtown,

- so I'm really...
- Right. Right. You're really...

- I'm rich as shit, okay?
- (LAUGHS) You're really rich.

- Let's just call it.
- Right. Right, right.

Did you build this place?

With my bare fucking hands.

Oh yeah? (LAUGHS) Okay. Uh-huh.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- How'd it go?
- Fine.

We got a suppression hearing
scheduled, so...

- Oh, that sounds good.
- Yup.

You got a package.

- Who's it from?
- I don't know.

- There's no return address.
- Huh.

Uh, I tried the insurance company

- a couple of times, uh...
- Yeah?

...but I couldn't get through.

They do know that

I'm trying to pay a bill, right?

Right? You'd think they'd be thrilled

to take your money, but ugh.

Is this the bunion thing?

No, it's the hip thing.

Oh, Irene threw her hip out?

No, Gor has the hip thing,
but it's fine now.

Oh, I can't keep them all straight.

Yeah, well, neither can
the insurance company, so...

What? You get candy from an admirer?

- It's okay, ma'am.
- Uh-uh, sir. Excuse me, sir?

I got a special delivery
for Detective Roman.

Fellas.

- What's up, Roman?
- Who's that?

Got something for you
to book into evidence here.

Yeah? What is it?

Also, I'll see you
at the suppression hearing.

- Yeah.
- What the fuck?

We tried to tell you
he was the fucking shooter,

but you wouldn't do shit about it,

- so you're in trouble now, buddy.
- Are you fucking...

- I'm in trouble?
- Yeah, you're in trouble.

I'm in trouble? You bring this shit...

- I would think so, yeah.
- You threatening me?

Well, I don't know if
it's a threat or not, but...

You come in here
and you fucking bring this shit

and you threaten me? You out of
your fucking mind? Turn around.

- Why would I turn around?
- Turn the fuck around.

- Why would I turn around?
- You fucking asshole.

Goddamn it. Whoa, whoa, whoa. (GRUNTS)

- Roman, you all right?
- Yeah. I'm good, man. I'm good.

This is never gonna stick, dude.

If you'd have done your goddamn job...

Huh, McBride? You think
it's a fucking joke?

Yeah. I'm gonna call the Feds
on you guys...

You think this is a fucking...

...investigate your whole
fucking department.

You're an asshole.

- Keep walking, Billy.
- Okay.

- Just keep walking, asshole.
- Yeah, you're so full of shit.

- Keep walking, motherfucker.
- Uh-huh.

So, the government knows
that I know who killed Kennedy

and why they killed him,
how they killed him

- and how they covered it up.
- Right.

They created the Assassination
Reports Collection Act.

- Mm-hmm.
- That means that they've got to release

all these documents,
3,000 of them, to the...

They've been hiding, covering up...

- Uh-huh. I hear you.
- Know what they did with the car?

They didn't...

- They didn't do a...
- How you doing?

- Hey. I'm all right.
- You have hair just like my ex-wife.

- Yeah?
- I could never

run my fingers through it.

- Yes, it's a challenge.
- It's real pretty,

but too sticky.

Use hair spray?

- Uh, no. I use glue. Yep.
- Ah. Yeah.

- Jeff.
- You should've called me about Tito

before you got yourself arrested.

Well, I didn't exactly plan
on getting arrested, so...

Yeah, nobody ever does, but, you know,

the shit rolls downhill, sometimes.

You gonna take Tito with you or what?

No, I'll have

- one of my guys pick him up.
- Great.

Don't trust those bastards.
They're in your bank accounts.

Never do anything online.

They can't rob you blind
if you ain't blind.

That's it, Jim. You got it, buddy.

It's good talking to you, man.
I'll catch you next time.

- At the Chez Jay.
- Yeah.

- I'll scout you out, Billy.
- You got it, man.

Good talking to you.

Hey, Patty.

- Hold on a sec.
- What?

You look nice.

- You hungry?
- No.

- You want to grab a drink?
- No.

Okay, well, look,
if you change your mind...

- I don't want that.
- JIM: Oh!

Go on, take the card.
He seems like a nice guy.

Thanks.

(MUSIC PLAYING, INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I think that whoever sent that
fucking head knows who you are,

knows where you live...

probably knows everyone you know,

including me and Denise and,

man, if you don't stop...

I mean, something's gonna happen.

If you want to get out,
I completely understand.

I didn't say that I was quitting.

I'm just worried and I needed
to say it out loud. Okay?

Okay.

I heard you.

Okay.

♪ ♪

(BIRDS SINGING)

Mmm. Oh, my God. This is ridiculous.

What'd you marinate it in,
like, a lemon something?

(SCOFFS) Take some home.

I mean, Keith ate nothing, as usual.

It's just work stress.

- I'm sure he's just fine.
- Mm-hmm.

Where do you keep your, um, your Ziplocs?

Mm. In there.

Look, it's what Keith does.

He gets all worked up
over something and...

then it just goes away.

You sure I can take all this?

You know, he used to talk to me.

You know, like, a-a little
at least, and now I...

Like, I don't know if
he's, uh, having an affair.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Mary.

Mary. Mary. Stop. Stop.

Look, I never thought I'd be
one of those women, okay?

But I was talking to Rachel Sherman.

You remember Rachel?

- No, I don't. I don't.
- Yes, you do.

She graduated the year before all of us.

- Oh. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Yeah, okay.

Her husband was acting really weird.

She hired a PI and found out

he had a whole other family
in Huntington Beach.

- Oh. Okay, okay.
- So...

Hang on. Hang on a second.
You come here. Come here.

- What?
- Come here. You... Come here.

- You are... you are talking crazy.
- Am I?

I would know.

I know you would know,
but would you tell me?

- Wh...?
- There's like guy code or whatever.

- Listen to me.
- So...

Do not waste your money
on a private investigator.

- Okay?
- Yeah, okay.

- Okay.
- I'm just... I'm, like, this close.

Okay. That's just... (CHUCKLES)
...just keep it that close.

Just don't-don't-don't do it. Okay?

- It's okay.
- Yeah, I'm just...

- All right. All right. Okay.
- CHILD: Mom!

- I think you missed a spot.
- (CHUCKLES)

(GROANS, SIGHS)

I saw his head in a fucking box.

I know. I know.

Dude, y-y-you're scaring
the shit out of Mary.

I mean, she thinks you got a
secret fucking family somewhere.

- (SCOFFS)
- She-she's talking about hiring a PI.

That could be really fucking bad
for us, dude.

- Really fucking bad.
- For us?

(LAUGHS)

You don't give a fuck
about what happens to me.

Hmm?

You fucked up my life.

- I fucked up your...
- You fucked up my life.

Dude. Dude, you-you know what?

You got to keep your shit together.

- Oh, yeah?
- That's the fucking bottom line.

- Keep your shit together.
- Or-or what?

(STAMMERS) If you don't,
at a certain point,

it's gonna be out of my hands, man.

What are you saying to me?

Oh, come on, dude. I'm just...

- I'm just saying, there's...
- Fuck you.

Okay, yeah. It's my fault. Fuck me.

That's fucking great.

Fuck! What the fuck, man?

(GRUNTING)

- What the fuck?
- Fuck. Get off me.

- Get off of me.
- Calm the fuck down.

Calm the fuck down.

Fuck.

Dude, hey, it's okay.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

Look at me. Look at me.

- Breathe.
- What did we fucking do, man?

- What did we fucking do?
- Look at me.

Look at me. You are gonna
be great tomorrow.

- No.
- You are gonna be great.

- I don't think so.
- Listen. Listen.

Just remember this:
Billy McBride cannot prove shit.

(PANTING): I don't know, man.

No, no, no. I know.

We're gonna get through this together.

I'm getting you more money.

- Okay?
- (PANTING)

Hey, do you trust me?

ROMAN: Patrolling the perimeter,
I noticed a section of the fence

behind a couple of garbage bins
was slightly askew.

I searched there and that's
where I found the handgun.

- This handgun?
- Correct.

Did you send this
to forensics for testing?

Yes. I-It had been wiped clean
of fingerprints,

but ballistics confirmed
that it was the gun used

to kill Marcos Peña and Hunter Friedman.

Thank you, Detective.

There you go.
I'll take that, bud. Thanks.

This is the gun you found
at Julio's apartment?

- That's what I just said.
- Yeah, okay.

Did you find this one,

the one that we know he had
on him that night?

- No.
- No? Okay.

So, Detective Roman,
you went back two weeks later

and conducted a search
of Julio's apartment

after having already conducted

a thorough search of the apartment?

Based on an anonymous tip.

HAKEEM: Yes, Your Honor.
Based on that tip,

I requested that
Detective Roman go back out

and perform a second search for that gun

in all the common areas
near the apartment.

I-I didn't ask you, Mr. Rashad.

Detective Roman,

you searched Julio's apartment
the first time

right after the murders with a K-9 unit

and yet, no weapon was found,
is that right?

Well, we didn't search the outside, okay?

The original warrant didn't cover that.

Was the dog aware that
the warrant didn't cover it?

Did you tell him to turn off
his sense of smell that day?

Your Honor, objection.
I'm sorry. Is this a joke?

Mr. McBride, that's enough.

So, how can a trained gun-sniffing dog

fail to notice a weapon five
feet away from the apartment?

Believe it or not,
I'm not an expert on canines.

Your Honor, at some point, I hope we get

some type of legitimate question
from Mr. McBride.

Okay, here's a question.

Was the gun found in a location

that was under Julio's exclusive control?

No.

Was it the same weapon
that Julio had on him

in the security video that night?

- No.
- Were there any fingerprints

- to connect Julio to the gun?
- No.

So, you're telling me
the gun was there for two weeks,

and during that time, there was
an exhaustive police search

with people coming and going everywhere

and yet, you're the only one
who found the weapon.

Well, look, I... I've explained
that it was hidden

behind the garbage bins, all right?

BILLY: Mm-hmm. Okay, so it's
your position that Julio

was so shrewd that he discarded

the non-murder weapon
with his girlfriend,

wiped his fingerprints
off the murder weapon,

and yet he was so careless
that he tossed it

five feet from his apartment.

Is that your contention?

I... I don't know what tell you, Counsel.

So, the gun was in a fence

open to the world. Anybody
could've put it there.

No. I don't... I don't think it...

Hell, I mean, you could've even
planted it there, Detective.

HAKEEM: Objection, Your Honor.
Detective Roman

is a distinguished veteran
of our police force

with an impeccable record.
He's slandering him.

Okay. There's no physical evidence

tying Julio to this murder weapon,

leaving it with no probative value.

The prejudicial effect is immense.

- You have to suppress it.
- (LAUGHING): Suppress...

Your Honor, we are... we're not
talking about a weapon. Okay?

We are talking about the murder weapon,

which was found five feet
from the defendant's residence.

We'll let the jury decide its
probative value, thank you.

Hmm. I-I thought that was
the court's job.

Yes, it is.

I decide what the jury sees, Mr. Rashad.

So if there's nothing further?

Okay. My clerk will notify you
of my decision.

- (GAVEL BANGS)
- Court's adjourned.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Is what happened good?

Well, we won't know
till we hear from the judge,

but it looks pretty good, yeah.

So when will we know?

A day or two, probably.

I keep forgetting to thank you.

Both of you.

Well, thank us once
we get you out of here, okay?

Hey, you'll be all right.

Gonna be all right.

Yeah.

No. No.

Oh, fuck!

- Oh!
- (CELL PHONE RINGING)

Oh, sh...

(GRUNTS)

GABRIEL (OVER PHONE):
Do I have your attention?

What the f...
What did I do? What the fuck?!

Miguel is outside. He will drive you.

Ah...

(GROANING)

- Any trouble at the border?
- No.

But this one's pissing his pants.

(CHUCKLES)

Get him a diaper for the way home.

- Welcome, Tom. Please, sit down.
- I-I'm sorry, Gabriel,

do you mind if I ask what I'm doing here?

I'm not really sure I can...

uh, you know.

This I'm gonna tell you. Please,

have a seat.

You know, I don't like
to make a habit... (INHALES)

...of repeating myself, but I guess

you didn't hear me the first time.

- I...
- Ah, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

- Good.
- I'm sorry.

Now, Marisol Silva's still a problem.

I have it in good authority

that the case is going good, which means

the Suarez kid can be acquitted.

And if he is acquitted, Tom,

that would only bring more questions.

And we don't want more
questions, do we, Tom?

(HAND WHIRRING, NUTS CRACKING LOUDLY)

Uh, no, no. Um...

It's funny, you seem to know
more about this case than I do.

Well, that's a problem, isn't it?

Well, then, what's the solution?

That's why you're here,
we need a simple solution

to the Suarez kid situation.

I hate that it comes down to this,

but a signed confession and a suicide

would be the best option.

I don't know how we get there,

but we'll leave that up to you. Yes?

I-I agree with you,
this is the best option.

Uh, the problem is Marisol.

How do you keep her

from losing her shit?
She's obsessed with this kid.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- He's become her whole world.

- Well, that's your job, Tom.
- It's insane.

I mean, I would love to do it
myself, but I don't know her...

I've never met her before.

You have a relationship with her,

and we need her happy.

Because if she's not happy
when she's mayor,

then you don't get
your big, shiny buildings,

and I don't get access
to Los Angeles ports.

And then both of our businesses suffer.

You see what I'm saying?

I'm not saying this is easy,

but you're Tom Wyatt,

and there's nothing
Tom Wyatt can't do, right?

(NUTS CRACKING LOUDLY)

Right?

Yeah. Fuck, I don't know.

Yes, "fuck" is absolutely right.

No, go fix this, Tom.

(QUIETLY): Oh, okay.

Thanks.

I got it, thank you.

Roman's scared of something.

I don't know what.

Yeah, I don't really feel bad for him.

Judge Wallace's clerk just called.

Both the gun and the video footage

are staying in evidence.

Fuck.

Do you need me to get any more info?

- No, that's okay.
- I'm sorry.

All right, what do you want to do?

I don't know.

I'm gonna run next door.

You want to go?

No, I don't want to go.

(BIRDS SINGING)

Jesus! Don't sneak up on me like that.

- Hey, man.
- Hey, Billy. How are you, man?

- Got your hearing-aid in?
- Say again.

Your hearing-aid.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

- How are ya?
- Oh, you know.

So... what's up?

Wallace screwed me.

Yeah, you lost a battle.
The war's not over.

Yeah, I know, but
it shouldn't be this hard.

Prosecution doesn't even
really have much, you know?

I'm not sure who I'm up against anymore.

Give it a little time.
They'll stick their head out.

- Yeah.
- Speaking of which,

I understand you found Tito Garcia.

- Yeah.
- Although not all of him.

Well, the word on the street is
that this was no hack job.

This was surgical.
This was... (MAKES SLASH SOUND)

...professional.

Any idea who?

Could be La Mano Cartel.

Head shows up.

Well, in that case, maybe I should

- move the family to Idaho, huh?
- No, no.

If you were in the crosshairs
of the cartel,

you wouldn't be standing here right now.

Trust me.

Why would they give a shit
about this kid, anyway?

Since when is anything ever
about what it's about?

Yeah.

You know anything about
this cop, Keith Roman?

Yeah. Yeah, I've run into him
a couple times.

He seems to be okay.

Of course, he's never arrested me.

(LAUGHS)

He's lead detective on a case

that I'm consulting on.

Gang shit, the usual.

He's acting real guilty.
I'm not sure why.

I'll keep my ear to the ground.

I know you will.

You were hoping I'd know more than I do.

Of course I was.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah, well,

you know, the ground's not talking yet,

but... it will, it always does.

Yeah. Shake it a little, will ya?

It's California, Billy.

Don't need to shake it,
ground shakes on its own.

And we're due for a big one.

LOOMIS: Now let's go.

Let's go, motherfucker, serve.

All right, fuck you.
It was slippery, all right?

- Just fucking serve.
- That's from your sweat.

- Just fucking go!
- Okay, I'm going.

Eat this, motherfucker.

Okay, all right, time. Time. Fuck! Time.

- Time, time.
- You gotta play, man.

Fuck.

Jesus, when's the last time
you exercised, man?

July of '87. (GROANS)

I was getting ready
for the Poison Oak tour.

Oh, shit, you're not gonna
tell me about your fucking band

again, are you?

Hey, we sort of opened up

for Atomic Punks, all right?

- You told me that.
- No, no.

Listen, dude, I gotta go see
a doctor, 'cause...

Dude, we've been playing for,
like, ten minutes.

Do you have any Bayer aspirin?

That's the stuff you need, right?

LOOMIS: You're not having
a heart attack, are you?

Oh, yeah, you'd love that,
wouldn't you, Danny, you fuck?

No, I might laugh at first,
but I'd call 911.

Yeah, you'd laugh
throughout the whole thing.

- You're an asshole.
- Let's go.

Fuck you... you're the pussy.

- Jesus Christ!
- You're the pussy.

You're the pussy.

Oh, I'm glad you guys are
having a good time in here.

'Cause I just got back
from a romantic getaway for two

to fucking Rosarito,

where it almost cost me an arm and a leg,

if you know what I'm talking
about, and I think you do.

How's that my fault?

Okay, I can see you two
have a lot to discuss,

and three's a crowd, so I'll, uh...

Can I borrow that for-for a second?

- Just real quick?
- Yeah.

- Thank you very much.
- Sure.

- Want to try that again?
- Tom... I'm sorry.

How can I help?

Thank you. I appreciate that.

- Sure.
- So, things with Brittany

are progressing nicely,
thanks to the tip from you.

I appreciate that.

However, the situation
with Marisol and the kid

is becoming a little more complex.

So I'm gonna need you

to open up some more cash for us,

so I can play the role
of sweet benefactor

because she knows that I need her

and she's grinding me
to the fucking wall on it.

It's all about keeping Marisol happy,

while at the same time
convincing her to come down

on that fucking kid. Super easy, right?

I should do it all on my own.

- Right? Right?!
- N-N-N-No... I-I hear you, Tom,

but-but why don't we just
take care of the kid?

I mean, we've got guys on the inside.

It doesn't have to be this hard.

That's a pretty fucking good idea.

- I should have thought of that myself.
- (CHUCKLES)

- Thanks, Danny. Here you go.
- You're welcome.

- (SCREAMING)
- Fucker!

Did you not fucking hear what I said?!

I need to keep Marisol happy!

You need to keep me fucking happy!

Do I look happy to you, you fuck?!

LOOMIS: God!

(PANTING, WINCING)

I do feel a little bit better, though.

Thanks for that.

(MOANS) Ow.

- Good luck with it.
- Fuck.

Why are we going in here?

When you said walking distance,

I didn't think you meant 100 feet.

Yeah, I did. What's up, honey?

- Please, have a seat.
- Yeah. Have a chair.

- Welcome to Chez Jay.
- There you go.

- Thank you.
- Have a seat, honey.

Where's everyone?

I bought the place for the night.

It's just you and me and the gang here.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

BILLY: Hi, boys.

- Gracias.
- Frankie, I just ordered one flower.

- Nice job.
- Yeah, they're pretty.

Shit's real, too.
It's not one of those fake ones

- that just looks like a light. Yeah.
- (CLEARS THROAT)

I wouldn't know it
if it bit me on the ass.

Yeah, just ask her.

- Um, it looks amazing. Thank you.
- Okay.

(GASPS) Carrot cake.

(CHUCKLES) You remembered. Thank you.

Yeah, I pay attention sometimes.

Uh, Billy, don't you have
something to say?

BILLY: Oh. Yeah, yeah, right.

So, uh, you guys all rigged up there?

All right. Got a little toast here.

To our great old gal,
Los Angeles, California,

and to the next mayor, Marisol Silva,

and to our buddy, Oscar.

God rest his soul.
What a fucking great guy.

And, uh, one second, Lucho.

I know. Fucking dude, right. (LAUGHS)

So, uh, here's seagull shit in
the eyes of all the New Yorkers

who come out here and love
the beaches and the weather

and their jobs and shit like
that and still bitch about it.

- Fuck you all. Go home.
- (LAUGHS)

I don't remember sending out
an invitation.

- Here's to you.
- Hear, hear.

(LAUGHS) Salud.

Yeah, baby. Wanting it.

Thanks, Frankie.

So, it's just, uh, wine and carrot cake?

- Well, did you want something else?
- Yes.

I'm feeling some disappointment.
Like what?

- Food.
- Food. Oh. Food.

Oh, sorry. Gosh damn it.
I-I knew I forgot something.

All right. Sorry about that.

Well, anyway, we can still get drunk.

I really...

(EXHALES) Hey, Lucho!

You guys got any grub back there?

- Oi!
- See there?

(CHUCKLES)

What do you think, I'm an asshole?

And he thought of everything.
Thanks, guys.

MARISOL: Gracias.

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

Bon appétit.

Excellent. Thanks, Frankie.
Good job, honey.

This is very nice. Thank you.

Cool.

No, I...

(CHUCKLES): I can't.

I can't drink anymore.

Oh, I bet you can.

(GROANS) I'm not used to this.

Usually, one glass of wine is my limit.

- (GRUNTS)
- Well, maybe two.

Yeah.

Some people are named Hymen.

Mm...

(CHUCKLES)

Can you imagine that?

I mean, I think it's spelled
different, but goddamn.

- (LAUGHS)
- Can you imagine that shit?

That's like being named Foreskin.

- (LAUGHS)
- Or testicle.

(CHUCKLES) That's gross.

- (CHUCKLES)
- Yeah, it is.

Well...

sometimes it's pretty... helpful.

I don't... I don't want
to hear about that.

(MARISOL LAUGHS)

(MARISOL SIGHS)

Do you know anything
about the La Mano Drug Cartel?

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Your brain, it's...

really fucked up.

Wait, how do you put together foreskin

with a drug cartel?

I wasn't putting together
foreskin and drug cartels.

- (LAUGHS)
- So, you know anything about 'em?

Mm...

Why?

- Just do you know anything about 'em?
- You think...

I want to know if you
know anything about 'em.

Okay, so, because I'm Mexican,
do you think

I know everything about drug cartels?

No, I think 'cause you work
with the City Council

Drug Task Force thing.

- I think that's why...
- Oh...

...you might know something,
not 'cause you're Mexican.

Let's just not talk about work now.

Mm-hmm.

(WHISPERS): Tonight's supposed to be fun.

It is fun.

I'm having fun.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

So, you know anything about 'em?

Why do you want to know?

'Cause I think they're trying
to scare me off Julio's case.

That's why.

Oh.

I don't...

see the connection between the two.

Do you know anything
about how they operate?

Well, even if I did, there...

You know, I can't discuss it.

- It's privileged information.
- Mm.

I'm not privileged? (CHUCKLES)

I think we have to have...

some boundaries
when it comes to our work.

(CHUCKLES): Come to bed.

Well, I just figured since, uh,
you're so interested in Julio

and everything that, you know,

maybe you'd like to help out
a little bit.

I don't like the sound of that.

What are...

what are you insinuating?

I'm not insinuating anything.

I'm just saying that...

- you know, you-you came to me.
- (SIGHS)

I didn't come to you.
And it was about the case,

so I figured you had some interest in it

and if you could help, you would.

That's all. You know? What am I gonna do,

tell a fucking news station
or something? I'm...

That's not what I'm trying
to do here, honey.

I just need some information about 'em,

and I figured maybe you have some.

I don't know the connection either.

That's what I'm trying to find out.

But I told you, I can't discuss anything

about my work with the Drug Task Force.

It could endanger the whole operation

if something slips out.

Well, to tell you the truth,

I'm feeling a little endangered myself.

Does that mean anything to you?

Let's just... stop this.

Okay. Sorry.

Let me ask you something else.

What are you doing hanging around me?

What do you mean?

Well, I mean, you're beautiful,
and you're successful,

and you hang out with all these
big shit fucking guys

all the time, you know.

What're you doing hanging around
in a shithole with me?

That's all.

I like spending time with you.

And, you know,

I said I agreed

when you said, "We're fucked."

What do you think that means to me?

I know what it means to me.

What does it mean to you, exactly?

- Because I thought we were...
- (SCOFFS)

...close enough to where I could actually

ask you a fucking question
about something important,

- and instead of...
- Why are you being aggressive?

- I don't under... Why...
- I'm not being aggressive.

- But now I...
- I'm try...

I don't understand what
you're doing, right now.

You see, we're talking about
a fucking drug cartel here,

- and I'm telling you...
- What are you doing?

- I don't understand what you're...
- ...that I think

they're trying to push me out
of this fucking thing for

some reason, and they don't fuck
around, as you probably know.

- Why-Why are you being like...
- I'd like to keep the top half

of my body attached
to the bottom half of my body.

- Wow.
- Yeah.

Th-Then that's... Now, it's my fault.

- I don't understand...
- Who said it was your fault?

I didn't say a fucking word
about it being your fault.

- You're being just selfish...
- No.

...and you're just got too much to drink.

- A-Actually, no. What I'm saying is...
- Okay...

...I thought we were close. I
thought we were fucking friends,

and all of a sudden
we can't talk about your work?

- Ah, we were fucking friends? Great.
- You're... You know what?

- Okay, no.
- That's how this started out.

- I'm not talking...
- Was your work and my work.

I think you've just had
too much to drink.

- No, I didn't have too much to drink.
- Yes.

As a matter of fact,
I could use a little more.

I was trying to talk to you

because I thought we were close enough...

- To do that...
- I don't like this.

I don't like this bullshit.

- Really?
- Yes. I'm not gonna talk to you

when you're drunk.

- That's it.
- Oh, okay.

- Yeah.
- Well, good luck.

You'll talk to me about
five minutes a fucking month.

- Why are you being so hostile?
- Look, I know I'm not the

smartest fucking guy in the room,

and I ain't the prettiest
fucking guy in the room.

- That's for fucking sure.
- That's not true.

And you know what?
I talked you into this.

You didn't talk me into it, okay?

- That's not true. That's not...
- Wasn't the other way around.

I'm afraid it is true. Yeah.

Maybe we shouldn't be seen
together in public, either.

Oh... (LAUGHS)

Where... What are you doing?

I wouldn't want your fucking suits.

I'm going out for a minute.

The walls are getting a little
close to me in here. Okay?

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

- Yeah?
- HAKEEM: Keith. Hakeem.

Listen, I know McBride tried
to throw you off your game.

Just wanted you to know
that Wallace didn't buy it.

- So the gun is in?
- The gun and the videos.

Yes! (CHUCKLES)

That's great, man.
That's... as it should be.

Yeah, McBride's probably
shitting in his pants

- right about now.
- Yeah.

- Well, he deserves it.
- Yeah, he does.

He tried to attack you
and it backfired on him,

so the good guys won today, right?

Yeah. Thanks for the call.

All right. Talk to you later.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

(SIGHS)

BILLY: Hey, Martha.

I knew you were gonna screw me
on the gun, Your Honor.

I'm sorry. I knew you were
gonna screw me on the gun,

but you let the video in? Seriously?

Good morning to you, too, Billy.
This is highly inappropriate.

If you want to discuss this,

I think Mr. Rashad should be present.

Your Honor, please reconsider your order.

Take it up on appeal.

Well, we don't have time for an appeal.

Listen, since we started this case,

our client lost his only alibi,
who was shot and killed,

then the prime suspect

gets deported to Mexico
and beheaded, by the way.

And then, magically,
the murder weapon appears

just outside our client's home.

JT believes it has something
to do with the La Mano Cartel,

and I don't doubt him, whatsoever, okay?

Stop right there.
I-It's the murder weapon.

Whether the jury ties this to your client

or not depends upon your argument

and the evidence you bring in the room.

And as far as the video goes,
as you so ably argued,

it supports your theory
the gun was planted.

You would have brought it
into trial anyway.

If you want to exonerate your client,

you're gonna need proof,
so bring me evidence

of this conspiracy,
not just JT's wild hunches,

and then maybe we'll have
something to talk about.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Don't thank me. I haven't done anything.

But I get it, Mr. McBride.

You've planted the seed
of conspiracy into my head

and you've ruined my coffee.

Now go.

- Sorry about that.
- Sorry.

Oh, and if JT wants to come by and chat,

he knows where to find me.

Okay.

- You want this pushed back in?
- Go.

Okay.

(BEEPS)

WOMAN: Yo.

Tito, he thought he was
some fucking tough guy.

- He was a fucking midget.
- Working with the cops.

Making all this money.
I never saw any of it.

Maybe that other twat he was banging did.

Ugh. He was a fucking rat bitch.

(LAUGHS) No, no, no, no, no.

More like a mouse.
He's not big enough to be a rat.

Oh, shit!

Did you see that rat
with that slice of pizza?

- (LAUGHS)
- That rat fucking loved pizza.

Yo, my cousin sent me that.
Did you see it?

- I did. Fascinating.
- Fucking hilarious.

Did Tito ever mention a cop by name?

Yeah.

Even without his fucking head,

- his mouth's probably still running.
- Oh, dude.

That is dark.

- It's dark, but it's true.
- Girl.

Damn, what is that cop's name?
I know I know it.

Stop chasing it. It'll come to you.

Tranquilo, huh? Calma.

Look. I'm gonna enjoy the ride

and the lovely company.

- Oh!
- Look at you!

- Charmer. (LAUGHS)
- Okay. Oh, yeah.

- Yeah.
- He's cute.

I think he's flirting with you, girl.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Hi. (NERVOUS CHUCKLE)

Hi.

Um, how are you? I'm-I'm
sorry to bother you.

You could never bother me.

Is your father here?

No, he's actually not,
but do you want to come in?

- Is...
- Sure, thank you.

...is everything okay?

Uh, we... no...

We had an awkward conversation
last night,

and he said he was gonna go
for a walk, but never came back.

Yeah, sorry about that. He, um...

He disappears, sometimes.

Sometimes for an hour,
sometimes for a couple days,

but don't worry, he'll be back

- and pretend like nothing happened.
- Okay.

- I'll text him.
- Thank you.

Yeah, he... he has a unique personality.

That's one way of putting it.

- Um, would you like some water?
- Sure, thank you.

It's a beautiful home.

- Thank you.
- Yeah, it's gorgeous.

You know, I told him
not to screw it up with you.

You're the best thing that's
happened to him in a while.

Really?

Oh, yeah, by far.

He has a tendency

to screw things up
when they're good for him.

But he's crazy about you.

He said that?

No, I just... I-I can tell.

Mm.

Ooh! You know what? I almost forgot.

I brought you this. (CHUCKLES)

- Thank you so much.
- Yes.

You can put it in your car, or...

Thank you. That's really, really sweet.

- Oh, my pleasure.
- Um...

(SIGHS) Yeah, no response yet,
but it's not unusual.

Right.

I know he's under a lot of
pressure lately with this case.

Hmm.

Did he talk to you about it?

Oh, no. He's...

he's pretty private about that stuff.

Huh. Yeah, he said something
about the FBI

now looking for another suspect.

That's probably in his mind right now.

Mmm.

You know what? You guys are really close.

I think it would be good

for him if you talk to him.

You know, and ask him about it.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Yeah, I could, I could do that.

But just don't mention that I,

you know, said-said this to you...

- No, totally.
- Because I don't want him to think

that I'm prying.

I'm just worried about him.

(TYPING)

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

DENISE: Hey.

Hey. What's up?

- How're you doing?
- All right.

You know, you don't
have to dance around me.

- What do you mean?
- I just mean, like,

if something's wrong or if, you know,

work's not going well or whatever,

that you can talk to me.

What makes you think
work's not going okay?

Nothing. I just...

Jesus, I'm just trying to let you know

that I'm here for you.

All right.

Marisol came by.

What?

Marisol came by.

Came by where?

The house.

What'd she say?

I mean, you know,
she's worried about you.

She doesn't know you that well.

Dad, she hasn't had time to get
used to your disappearing act.

I'll call her.

- You should.
- Yeah.

One of the coolest women
in town likes you,

so don't be an asshole.

What else did she say?

Nothing. She's just, you know,
worried and...

So... anything new on the case,

or with work or...

Nothing you want to talk about?

No.

(PHONE RINGING)

BILLY (ON RECORDING): Hey,
this is Billy. Leave a message.

- (BEEP)
- Billy, the ground has opened up.

And it's talking.

What the fuck are you doing?

When were you gonna tell me
Tito Garcia was your CI?

Who told you that?

A little bird.

It kind of puts an interesting spin

on everything that's happened
kind of, doesn't it?

Doesn't mean dick.

The guy worked for you
and you never even mentioned it.

He was a confidential informant.

You wouldn't even pick him up
for questioning.

You don't know shit, McBride.

Well, then tell me.

The way I see it,

you're the low man on the totem pole now,

'cause the guy below you,
his head's in a box.

Look, I can get you a deal.

I can protect you.
I can protect your family.

But you got to give me enough
to take to the prosecution.

You might want to consider my offer.

'Cause I ain't gonna kill you.

Can you say the same thing
about the other guys?

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