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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.

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.

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.

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?

"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.

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?

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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.

Hey, hold on.

We've still got business
to discuss.

So...

who's running the grow houses
in Tuxedo these days?

Depends what street.

28th Street.

It's a little green bungalow with
black plastic on the windows.

Everything above 20th Street
belong to Lee brothers.

Clay Street.

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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?

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?

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.

Are you sure
this is the right account?

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.

Good luck out there, Max.

Thank you.

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.

What?

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.

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.

Guess what, motherfuckers?

What?

I'm retiring.

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?

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.

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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.

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!

How come you always end up
at the kids' table?

Because we're having
a tea party.

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...

Ohh!

Nancy, no!

Corrupting the children,
Charlie?

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?

237. Prefers to remain
anonymous.

Start writing the warrant.

Maxie!

Maxie!

Maxie!

- Over here.
- Thanks.

Now...

Welcome back, Max.

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.

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?

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.

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!

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.

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.