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Give our friend a chair.

Frank, I need you to do what he says.

Now listen, fellas, I've got a problem.

No, I like this guy. I really do.

But I'm in a bit of a dilemma.

My merchandise has gone missing.

And when I lose my merchandise, to make me feel better, I have to kill somebody.

Hey, hey, hey, whoa.

Longevity. Not a word synonymous with the cocaine trade.

I mean, look what happened to Pablo Escobar.

Things weren't really supposed to turn out this way.

I

moved

to the City of Angels to follow a dream.

Like anything else, there is a twist.

I was following the dreams of others, the partygoers, the would-be actors, the

directors, executives, the pariah and the hopeful, all hoping to raise their

position in the food chain.

Most of them didn't even know the rules of the game they were playing.

So here comes the Sandman with his wonderful bag of tricks, the dream

smuggler, the only one who can make things happen.

At first, I bought a strip joint, made it cool and very private. See, the more

hidden it was, the more people lined up at the door.

But then came the drugs, a great trade with plenty of opportunities.

Self-employed, tax-free, you turn into your own island.

a physical paradise surrounded by white sand and beautiful girls.

Still, it wasn't enough.

I needed to anchor myself to reality, to not become like those zombies who crawl

out at night, hoping to get cast in the next big thing.

So, I found myself a sweetheart, the drug-free girl next door, still living

with her parents and studying hard at college.

Hot in bed, but without that whole edge of despair.

The only one where the L word would actually spell love.

Call her my dream or my anchor.

Call her the sweet temptation of reality.

I call her Ashley.

And for us to have any kind of future, I had to make sure that Eddie and I could

step up our operation.

All right, son.

What have you got for me?

What the fuck is this?

Where's my money?

That's it.

That's everything.

No.

There's no way I need everything.

Where's my money?

That's it.

That's it?

One minute.

Ah, the girlfriend.

Hello, sweetheart.

Yes.

Dinner tonight?

For two?

Yes, of course. I'd love to. Okay. Love you too. Bye.

Sorry about that.

Where was I?

Ah, that's right!

Where is my money?

Where?

You fucking wee runt!

You run!

Where is it?

That's it, man. It's all watered down, man. I can't move it.

You guys just have the shit, man.

I can't push it.

You gotta tell Frank.

Don't you tell anything to Frank.

I don't want him hearing anything of this. You understand?

I gotta tell Frank.

He's my boy.

Looking out for business, man.

You're looking out for business,

aren't you?

You're not fucking looking out for business!

I will kill you permanently!

Do you understand?

You get me my money!

No! Yes?

Goodbye. No.

You ever going to get tired of holding his cock?

Who the fuck you talking about?

You. And Madsie.

Every time he wants to take a piss, he just calls you up, you run over and you

hold his tiny little cock.

He's fucking you, mate. And you know it. Fuck you, Woody.

Right. No, no.

Fuck you.

Because he's fucking you right up the arse.

And he's laughing all the way to the bank. Get the fuck out of here. All

right, all right. Take it easy. No, no, no. This dude's disrespecting me. Yeah,

because he's telling the truth, Tony.

Look, there's an opportunity for us to make a hell of a lot more money.

Talk to Madsen.

See if he'll let us run more weight on consignment.

He's not going to do that. Yes, he will. He listens to you.

Look, you don't think we can sell this shit?

We cut you on the street level.

then that's a hell of a lot more in your pocket than Madsen's ever going to give

you.

You know that.

I don't know.

He ain't got the minerals, son. He ain't got the minerals!

All right, all right, Eddie, you get it.

Come on, Tony, what do you say?

I'll talk to him.

Yeah? Yeah.

Yeah? Yeah, I said I'd talk to him, didn't I?

Attaboy!

Scatters.

You think he's going to talk to him? No.

Frank, I told you 6 o'clock. You know how my family is with punctuality. I

know, I know, I know.

The traffic, it's just, uh... I'm sorry.

It's okay. I'm happy you're here.

Come on, let's go.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. So, wait, what's the deal?

Are they just sitting there waiting for me to eat?

Yeah, they are.

Okay.

Are you nervous?

No. You're nervous.

No.

Yeah, I'm nervous.

Come on, it's gonna be fine. Let's go.

Don't worry about it, please.

Everybody,

this is Frank.

Hi.

How you doing?

Have a seat.

Yeah.

This is me.

This

looks

great.

Mattson! Oh hey man, what's going on?

How you doing man?

Good? Ah, good stuff here. Look at this.

How's it look? That's what I'm talking about, man.

You guys been drinking, huh? Yeah.

I'm going to grab one too. You need anything?

Yeah, why not?

I gotta say, I really appreciate you bringing me on this case, sir.

I mean, working with you is something we all talked about at the academy.

Oh, yeah?

Absolutely.

The stuff you did with the Mexican cartels is legend.

Over 40 indictments?

48.

Who's counting?

I hear the local PD is all over this case already.

Should we clear out the scene before they taint it?

No, there's no need to ruffle any feathers.

No sign of forced entry.

It's definitely somebody they knew.

Minor struggle.

Two bodies.

Time of death, 6, 6.30 a.m.

It's your first double homicide?

Yeah.

You okay with blood?

Yeah, well if you can hold your breakfast down I'll buy you a burger

later rare Who

killed you Madsen

Maxwell

As much money as these guys make, you'd think they could splurge for some decent

coffee. Maxwell, DEA.

We're the first on the scene here?

Yeah. What makes you think these guys had money?

The Rolex watches they're wearing.

Anything else?

Well, there's no furniture in the place. We've got two bodies, drugs everywhere.

No witnesses, nobody knows who they are.

Any theories?

Well, it sure as hell wasn't domestic violence.

The deal gone bad.

You guys are sharp.

The detective thanks for your work.

We're going to take it from here. So you expect me to walk away from a double

homicide? It's a double homicide and an ongoing federal investigation.

You're going to have to.

If anything surfaces that may be beneficial to the investigation, please

call.

Other than that, stay out of our way.

Did you just get your driver's permit?

Arity, let's go.

Put the card back in your diaper, kid.

The fuck?

Fucker.

Why'd you kill Matt? I didn't.

Bullshit. I was in for a score.

Kill him. I don't know.

Everyone was doing what I wanted.

And then you pulled up, so I hid.

You all right?

What the hell happened?

We got into a little wrestling match. He got my backup.

He tried to shoot me with it. I put two in his chest.

I heard four shots.

Yeah, well, I was never fucking good at math.

I want a report.

This is your federal investigation. You do the fucking report.

Jesus! Whoa, Jesus!

It's me!

Frankie, Jesus!

You stupid wanker.

I could have shot you, mate.

You didn't hear me yell police?

So fucking what?

So fucking what? You gonna shoot a cop?

You can't shoot a cop, man. What are you, nuts?

Come on.

You're cray-cray.

I'll give you this, Frank. Your fucking timing's impeccable.

Open it. What is it?

Just open it.

Holy fuck.

He actually went for it.

Mate, I cannot believe this.

That fat fuck never does consignment.

Christmas came early.

How much does he want?

Frank?

How much of a cut does he want?

I killed him.

What? Did you just say you killed him?

You know, you just really shouldn't wear fur, man. I mean, that's just cruel.

Remote control.

No, I'm watching cartoons.

Give me the remote control.

I'm watching.

Girls, get in the fucking room, please.

Fucking asshole.

Will you girls get in the other fucking room?

Fuck you, Jesus.

Pussy bitch.

You find that funny, do you, Frank?

I wasn't laughing about that. Why would you kill Madsen?

He's a fucking supplier, Frank.

We spoke about this.

We needed to get rid of the middleman.

Yeah, we talked about it. We talked about partnering up, getting a better

deal, getting a bit more of the action.

I didn't say go bloody shoot him.

Yeah, well, you know, I did try talking to him, and he didn't listen.

So you just killed him?

He disrespected me.

Oh, he disrespected you?

Why didn't you say that in the first place?

That makes it so much better, Frank.

You do realize they're going to have our balls for this?

No, no, no.

Not our balls.

Your balls.

Because I didn't kill him. You did.

You want like an apple or something?

Oh,

Frank, mate.

They're going to kill you for this.

Well, if they kill me, then I'll die.

But I'm not going to spend the rest of my life as some nickel and dime pusher.

I did what we needed to do.

So what now?

We move this shit fast.

Get Vinny his money, maybe kick him a little extra on the side for the

inconvenience. But when they see that we're delivering the cash, they're going

to replace Madsen and Tony with Frankie and Eddie.

You killed Tony too?

Of course you did.

What was it?

Buy one, get one free?

Frank! Fucking mental!

Jesus. Eddie, come on, man.

Look, if we're going to do this, let's get in it to the top.

I mean, Jesus, man.

One day somebody's going to come for me.

Somebody's going to come for you, but when they do, I want to know we put it

all on the line for the big money.

We're going to die someday.

You want to die in nobody?

I'll never be a fucking nobody.

I'm royalty, mate.

A direct descendant from William Wallace himself.

That's what I'm talking about. That's the idiot I love.

Huh?

Right. Except, um, William Wallace got his ass handed to him by the Brits.

Fuck you, Frank.

Just cheer up, man. Look at this shit.

Fucking feds ongoing investigation

to be always after me, so goddamn early.

Because unlike you scumbags, I'm a contributing member of society.

What, you still don't trust me?

I don't trust anyone.

Yeah, well, some people might take that personal.

The fuck did you say?

I'm just saying you got a fucked up outlook on life.

Might come back to biting the ass someday. Is that a threat?

Just some advice.

I got some advice for you. Keep your fucking mouth shut.

Focus on getting my cash every week. Or you're gonna find out just how fucked up

my outlook on life really is.

What's up?

I checked out that cop who was at the murder scene.

Riley. And? I was right. I had seen him before.

Turned out we had some people checking that place a couple of months back.

Guess it pops up in the surveillance shots.

This picture's all we got on him?

Should I bring him in for questioning?

No, no, no. You better just tip him off.

We still got a beat on these two guys that Matt's been selling to?

You put a tail on him.

I want these guys, all right?

Gotcha.

Hello? Hey, baby.

Yeah, no, I was just resting a little.

No.

No, I didn't forget.

It's 7 o'clock.

6 o'clock, yeah.

Baby, baby, baby.

I promise, look, I'll be there, okay?

Yeah, I love you too.

Somebody is in trouble.

Yeah, what am I not?

I don't get it, Frankie.

What are you doing messing with this girl?

I mean, she's uptight.

She's anal as fuck.

I mean, she's high maintenance.

Yeah, you done?

Because that girl is the only pure thing in my life.

She's the type of girl you marry, you know, start a family with.

Where are your family?

Think I want to live the rest of my life in this putrid shit?

First chance I get, I'm gonna take her... ...by a farm.

Farm? I have a million babies.

Well, I can be pure.

So let me get this straight.

You've lost my drugs?

No, I didn't, Mr. Scalise. My associates were brutally murdered.

Do you have my money?

Mr. Scalise... Can you get my money?

It's not my fault. It's an unfortunate incident, Mr. Scalise.

Yeah, it is unfortunate.

Come on, Mr. Scalise.

Scalise, I can't go out like that. I just can't do it.

Come on, you fucker!

Take this piece of shit out of here.

Find my merchandise.

This is a business.

And like most of them, you have your good share of incompetence.

Morons, ecocentric pricks, simpletons. They're the ones who give a bad rap on

the trade.

You have to stay cool.

You have to learn the rules. You have to study the markets and understand your

customers. You have to minimize risk and maximize profit.

Basic rules, but so often forgotten.

Let's be honest.

This is a multi-billion dollar industry.

Part of it is legal.

Abuse treatments, prevention costs, health care, DEA budgets, jails,

morgues, etc.

Only a small part is illicit. Less than 20%.

Now my question would be, is it really worth it to eradicate this trade?

I don't think so, and I'm backed by the government.

Do you have any idea how many people would lose their jobs if drugs weren't

around? You think any administration would take that risk to increase the

line at the unemployment office?

Of course not. The war on drugs is just another opportunity to accentuate the

big scare.

Foreign cartels, Mexican smugglers, Russian mobsters.

The message is simple.

Beware of the foreigners.

America, how did you forget your origins?

Don't you remember the melting pot?

And by the way, don't you know that the fastest growing drug in the last 20

years is meth?

Meth. Pure white trash.

All this has nothing to do with morals and the wrong side of the law. It's all

about economy.

This is a business, and a better one than Wall Street.

They sell hope. I sell dreams.

Most of the time, I sell dreams to the ones who sell hope. We're businessmen,

not junkies.

We control this world.

Or at least I thought so.

This is really nice.

But, you know, it's not gonna make everything go away, Frank.

Why do you always get so mad at me?

Frankie, you disappeared for weeks, babe.

Seriously, we're...

You see what I mean?

Why does everything with you always have to be a secret?

How do you expect me to trust you if you don't trust me?

Yeah, you're right.

I mean, the job I have, the nightclub, the nightlife, it's... It's good money,

but it's not exactly... the best for a relationship.

You think?

I want to sell the club.

No. No.

I don't want you to do that. You don't have to do that. Listen, listen.

I want to.

I don't want to... I don't want to do this anymore, Ash. I want to get out of

here and start over and buy a horse farm.

A horse farm?

Yeah.

I don't want to live on a farm.

Okay, so we'll buy something else. Something else. All right, something

else, but I... I mean, I see how you are with your parents and your family.

And it's kind of boring.

It's amazing.

It's amazing.

That's what I want. You know, a little Frankie running around with your nose.

But your eyes, though.

Definitely your eyes.

If you're serious, ask me properly someday.

Stop baby want to party come on. Yeah, I got some good shit

Want

some of this dog I don't want some fucking blow Come on

girl now I want some cash Come on come on you take care of me Come on.

Fuck, get your hands off me.

Crazy fucking whore.

Fuck off.

Is this the guy? Yeah.

All right, you go talk to him. Bring him back here. We'll show him the picture.

All right, cool.

Hey, buddy.

What's up?

I got a couple questions to ask you. Why don't you come back with me to the car

real quick?

I'm gonna ask you some questions you're gonna answer.

Fuck you, Flavo.

This thing won't think crystal, amigo.

Are we clear now?

You know this guy?

That dude's dead, man.

Brilliant.

Now, who's moving in on this action?

Some guy named Eddie. Big mouth, likes to party.

Where can I find him?

I don't know. He hangs out at this white boy bar.

I don't know if I'm fine.

Thanks.

We're not gonna arrest them? We're done here. Let's go.

at the bar in the leopard frame?

She says try it again.

Oh, don't we have a wild one in here, girls, tonight.

To taming you, princess.

Jesus! Fuck again!

I missed him again!

Eddie, enough already. I'm running out of shot glasses.

Fuck your glasses, mate.

Just calm down. Somebody's going to get hurt.

Did he just tell me to calm down?

I think he did.

Ralph, Ralph.

Can you grow some minerals, son?

Don't you ever tell me to calm down.

Do you understand?

Because I will buy this bar and I'll make you the busboy and let's see how

fast you can duck.

Now bring me some more shots in here.

Excuse me.

Come on over, my dear.

Maxwell, come in.

It's Harry.

You see anything yet, sir?

It's pretty quiet down here.

Did I tell you to maintain radio silence?

Uh, yes, sir. Sorry, sir. It won't happen again.

Look, Harry, if anything happens, you'll be the first to know.

Thank you, sir.

Won't let you down. Promise.

Anything...

Some soy sauce would be nice.

Really?

No, just stay in position.

Bartender?

Strapper?

Actress?

But you, I think you may be different.

You might have a real job.

Possibly like a 95 job.

Now you've got the looks.

But do you have the brains?

If I had to take a stab at this, I would maybe say lawyer.

Accountant.

I knew it.

I was close.

I was close.

Why are you here?

My boyfriend broke my heart.

I was tired of crying about it.

That means you can just make up for lost time.

Death.

Yeah, my revenge period.

Looking for a guy named Eddie.

Scottish? Well, I'm exactly the type of guy your boyfriend would hate to see you

with.

Is that right?

It was definitely right.

Checkmate.

Hey!

That's gunshots.

Get over here.

Fucker! Police!

Don't move! Turn around!

Got any weapons on you?

Nice job, Arity. Thanks, sir.

Move your ass!

All right, that's it. Let's go.

Come on, Eddie!

Somebody wants to talk to you!

Oh, fuck!

You doing okay?

You all right? I heard better things from Danny.

Need a break, huh? Need a break?

I think I want to take a break.

You shouldn't have taken a shot at me, Scottish prick.

Fuck!

You got a sword hand, dear son? Sword hand?

How's your hand?

You broke my fucking hand!

How you feeling? You all right?

How you doing? How's your pulse?

You stupid fucking wanker.

Good night, sweetheart.

Wouldn't do that if I was you, Eddie.

Ah, fucking hell.

Don't take one further step, because I will blow his fucking brains out.

Go ahead, I've got three more.

Drop the gun, Eddie.

You've been a silly boy, my friend.

It looks like it, right?

At least wait till I was ready.

What about Eddie?

He's not home.

Are you sure?

Eddie, I got a bottle of Dom and two chicks that want to meet you.

He's not home.

Maybe I can stay.

But not long.

Because I have class in the morning.

You have class in the morning.

I do.

You have to be up early.

Teachers are up early. Right.

This is gonna rock.

Frankie! Whoa!

What, you don't pick up your phone? You can't knock.

It's Eddie.

You sure they were cops?

Well, they weren't fucking wearing the uniform, but they had guns, and they

were asking me fucking questions. What do you think?

What, like feds?

I guess. I don't really know.

Think, Kathy.

Where is Eddie now? I don't fucking know. Why don't you go find him?

Hey, we're going to the club. No, we're not fucking going anywhere. What are

you, nuts? The cops are swarming the place right now.

The cops don't give a shit about you, Kathy.

You know what? Fuck you.

We're in a company anyway.

Company?

Who the hell is this? She's a friend, all right? A friend? Yeah. And you

fucking brought her here? Are you out of your mind?

She saved my life. What have you done for me lately?

What's going on, Frank?

I want to go home. Please. There's an emergency at the

club. Can you just take my car?

Look, I'm sorry. I'll call you in a couple hours.

Can you just do this for me?

Whatever. I shouldn't have even come here. Ashley, Ashley, Ashley, please

listen. Don't leave like this.

What?

You want me to be excited that you've got two girls making out in your living

room? That has nothing to do with me. Come on, you know that's Eddie's girl.

Why are you even with me, Frank?

Your life and your friends?

None of this is me.

Ashley. Ashley.

It's right in there.

Eddie!

You shouldn't take the beating personally, Eddie. It's just business.

Strictly business.

Oh, here's our friend.

Come in.

What the hell is going on here, Eddie?

Calm down, son. Just calm yourself down.

Calm down?

Who the hell are you? Frankie.

Just chill. All right?

Yeah, take it easy, Frank.

And don't raise your voice!

Fuck off, Frank!

I need you to calm down.

Who the fuck is this guy?

Hold on. No need for the violence.

Our friend here is just venting.

And it's just a reaction because you feel threatened, you're scared.

But you're thinking with your balls, my friend, which is not good. I need you to

start thinking with your head.

Give our friend a chair.

Frank, I need you to do...

What he says.

Now listen, fellas, I've got a problem.

You know, I like this guy. I really do.

But I'm in a bit of a dilemma.

My merchandise has gone missing.

And when I lose my merchandise, to make me feel better, I have to kill somebody.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Ven, Ven.

As I was saying before my friend walked in, we...

We'll find your stuff.

We'll sell it.

We'll fill your pockets with cash.

Loads of cash.

Yeah, I like cash.

But I have a slight problem.

I've got two associates.

Bullet holes in the back of their heads.

Well, I see how that could be a problem.

Look, I can't bring back the dead, but the way I see it... Anybody want for

you, Governor?

They should take better care of themselves.

And more importantly, better care of your product.

And you think you can?

Oh, we most definitely can.

for your friend pissing me off.

You really should teach him some manners, Eddie.

This is how it's gonna be.

You find and sell my code for full street value in two days.

Otherwise, I'm gonna come back and kill you and your rude friend.

Two days, Eddie.

Two fucking days.

Don't disappoint me.

Let's go.

Two days.

Two days.

Two fucking days.

Well, that was fucking brilliant.

How is any of what just happened brilliant?

We're fucking alive, Frank.

Your shitty plan actually just fucking worked.

You know what?

I know what.

There we go, you alright?

He didn't know it would work.

What are you talking about? Yeah, I did.

Shut your pants the fuck out here you were halfway up his ass with that old

speech thing Jesus you got you good

One with the funk, I go on for days. While my two techniques spin wax as it

plays. Beats to the rhyme on time with the cut.

Lyrics get kicked like the sign on your butt.

Rappers want the secret, how to be best. I'll put a triangle in your ass just so

you can guess. Blessed with the gift to uplift the mental. Over instrumental,

long like a Lincoln Continental.

No design could shine or out rhyme. Set to be smoked, you hit the sack like a

dime. Research hip-hop. Back to the text again.

Dropping shit like I hate a whole plate of Mexican.

So Fiesta, the best the world's had to offer in the mind of the young. With

tongues that speak upon the worldly desires.

But within the same time and space, bring your higher fire.

Say, can you see? I can see what I say. I believe who I be. That's why you leave

and I stay. All the fellas stand tough while the freaks shake they heinies. I'm

leaving rappers broken like the families of the 90s. These MCs think their raps

are so stunning, man. If my name was Hammer, yo, I still wouldn't be running,

man. I never won like Herschel. I'm a walker. Loop, sky, force, fly, baby.

You did good, Eddie.

Now fuck off.

You tried to make a hit and got your own head nodding. You missed, so I'ma

rebound like Dennis Rodman. In the game, yo, who wants to be best? Of my skills,

I show possession like apostrophe S. I get down like fourth and one from the

goal line. Digging up tracks by the stacks from the gold mine. To beat jumps

when it feels my rhyme. Like a virgin clutched for the very first time. MCs

get looped.

Does anyone want to?

How do you feel?

Alright, let's do this.

So, we got anything on Scalia yet?

Nothing we can make stick, but we got more than enough on these two other

guys. Yeah, they're mad some replacements.

What about Agent Royce?

She's waiting outside with the full report.

Royce. What do you have for me, Royce?

I've been able to integrate into their group. I've earned their trust.

They even discussed business transactions in front of me.

That's good work.

I understand that you had to get romantically involved with one of the

girls in the group.

So tell me about that.

It's all in my report, sir.

Oh, yeah. I'm going to read this thoroughly. You can count on that.

I believe that we have more than enough to put these guys away.

I agree. We should bust these guys right now.

And let Scalise walk?

Put us back to square one?

And our mission is not to bust some little deal here.

Oh. All due respect, sir, these guys aren't exactly pushing dime bags on the

corner. They're moving a lot of product.

Okay, Maxwell.

You put a team in the apartment next to them.

If nothing happens in the next two weeks, we'll move in.

But nobody, and I mean nobody, moves in for two weeks. And I don't care what

for. Yes, sir. Do you understand me? Yes, sir.

I do, yes, sir.

Okay, let's go get it done.

Beverly. What?

What's Thompson talking about? You getting involved with somebody?

Evan, come on. It's part of the job. You know that.

We okay?

Are we?

Look, I'm just worried about you.

Okay. Well, I know what I'm doing.

I've seen a lot of pages go down. It's never easy.

I don't want you to get involved with something you can't get out of. You knew

the risks when you first met me.

Well, Beverly, don't lecture me.

If you can't keep your personal feelings out of the job, then maybe we need to

rethink our relationship.

Yo,

Frank, I

like chilling with you and everything, but I ain't got all day, son.

I'm here on business, you feel me?

I heard you always stalked and shit?

So I'm gonna need like a half a brick.

Fuck, half a brick, huh?

Yeah, I'm steady making moves, man.

Going out there grinding and hustling and shit.

What the fuck are you doing?

What? Did I say you could use my blender?

No, you were playing the video game. I was fucking hungry, man. I haven't eaten

all day. Get the fuck out of there, man.

What are you doing, man? Jesus, you used my chocolate ice cream? There was only a

little bit left, bro.

Why are you throwing that out for? Don't come in here and just use somebody

else's shit.

Where's your cup?

You didn't have no cups. I looked all around for cups and you didn't have

no... You drank straight out of the fucking container?

That's just grimy, dude.

That's your opinion, son.

Why you gotta get all... Why you tripping, dog?

Just smoke that J and fucking play your video games and relax, dog.

It's all good.

So what's up? Can I get that shit or what?

Nope. Why not?

You can't just fucking walk in here expecting to get half a kilo of coke.

This isn't high school, man.

Where do I keep it? Under the fucking couch?

All right, so, but, like... You can get it tomorrow.

It's gonna be 15 Gs for half a kilo.

15 grand? What are you, crazy, dude? I can get it, like, for 10 anyplace else,

bro. They can get it 10 anyplace else.

Well, fuck, but bust it. All right, I'll come tomorrow, but can I get a sample?

Why you laughing, dude? That's my reputation.

I need to make sure that shit's good, you know what I'm saying?

I mean, this is my career path.

You feel me, dawg? I feel you, dude. So your reputation better be solid, because

you are not getting a sample.

All right, cool. Fuck it. All right, I'll be back tomorrow.

Yep. Shit's fucked up. Mm-hmm.

Stay the fuck out of my fridge.

I ain't even going in your fridge, bro.

I saw you lean towards it.

LRT, dawg. That's what I'm saying. Loyalty, respect, and trust. You're

fucking losing all them shits, man. Yeah, BLT.

Fuck you, dude. That's your code.

Fucked up my game, piece of shit.

Yo, what's up, baby? Where you going?

Fuck off. Why you gotta be like that?

Creep. Come on, man.

Damn. You saw that shit?

You're late, Scott.

Come on, don't call me that, man. It's sweetness. How many times I gotta tell

you? It's sweetness, bro.

Lighten up, Scotty.

You get what I need to know?

You know, I don't need this shit, man. I mean, I don't informants get paid or

something.

Ah, chill out, yo. Ah!

Arresting you. For what?

Possession. That fucking bullshit, man.

Listen, fuckface.

I don't care about you, your stupid name.

You don't want to be a snitch. You should have thought about that before

you started messing with me.

Now, you got one choice.

Do you want to be a live snitch or a dead one? Okay.

Okay. Relax.

I'm only going to ask you once.

Who's moving Madsen's shit?

All set?

Aye.

Don't fuck this up.

As we know, this is the layout of the apartment here. We're going to be in

here. Anything goes to shit, we go out, stack in a corridor, move down here,

knock and announce.

Garcia, anybody in there take him down, contain him, okay?

Four and five will go bedroom two and three.

Then one and two will move on to bedroom one right here.

Let's go, guys.

Frank?

Frank, baby, are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

I've been in there a long time.

You good?

Yeah, no, I'm okay, baby.

Come on.

I don't think that's such a good idea.

Are you mad at me?

You were so distant during dinner today.

You didn't want to be here? Why'd you even come? Come on, Ash. You know that

this, all of it, is just stressful for me.

I know.

Does that mean you're gonna come home with me?

Maybe.

Ridiculous, Frank.

Why did we come all the way up here?

I like this place.

For romance.

You're going soft on me, Frank.

Your girlfriend not doing it for you anymore.

Will you shut up?

I'm trying to tell you something.

Should I be getting worried?

You're going to quit.

Sure.

Ah, you're kidding.

You're not?

Why would you want to quit?

Frank, you've just killed two men for a sweet, sweet deal.

And you want to quit?

Well, I ain't giving up.

No, I know.

And I wouldn't expect you to.

It's what I want to talk to you about.

You should just take over.

What happened?

Nothing happened. No, it's just... I don't like where this is going, man.

I'm fucked up half the time.

Doing crazy shit.

It's like I'm losing it. If I don't get out now, I'm going to do something

really stupid.

It's time to move on.

I suppose with that girl, what, you want to get married or something?

Eventually.

That's going to complicate our friendship.

You do know that, right?

Al. Oh, what?

What do you think I'm going to do? Start coming round dressed up as Santa Claus?

Bringing gifts for your kids.

And them calling me uncle.

It's going to get to a point, Mrs. Frank, it's not going to want me around

anymore.

So?

Why don't you try doing what I'm doing, man?

Because I'm good at what I do.

So are you.

This is the last batch and then I'm done.

Disappointed.

Do you remember when you came in this city?

Put a roof over your head.

I mean, I helped you out. I got you started.

What do you want from me? I owe you.

So that's it.

This was your master plan.

A one-hit wonder, and you're out.

What are you talking about, man? I didn't have a plan.

It's just... Sometimes... Sometimes your actions just take you in different

paths.

What can I say?

I wish you the best, Frank.

Thanks.

I wish you the best.

Now let's get the fuck out of here.

I fucking hate this place. It's shite.

Now, in the legal world, when you turn out to be a poor businessman, you go

bankrupt. You may lose your line of credit, your assets.

Worst case scenario, your house.

In my line of work, most of the time, you lose your life.

So it's important to have a plan B, an exit strategy.

My way out is Ashley. My way out is to build a normal life outside all of this.

I've been putting money aside, and sooner than later, I'm going to be able

to retire.

I might miss the action or the thrill, but I'll be alive.

Maybe have kids.

Three-bedroom house with a manicured lawn and a pool.

Somewhere in suburbia. I'll call that bliss.

Thank you for this.

I'll call it heaven.

you now, you little bet.

No excuse not to be doing aerobics. When the club popping, you'll notice.

Okay, move back and forth like a focus.

Then drop it low to the floor quick. Oh, she know this. I be looking around the

club. Try to find a thick chick with the roundest butt. She be working out, so we

work it out. At the end of the night, she be down. What?

Girl, I love the way you. Don't reflect your body like you're doing a robot. So

sexual and so flexible, girl. Don't be afraid to show. Reflect your body like

you're doing a robot. Don't reflect your body like you're doing a robot.

Flip, flip, flex your body. Flip, flip, flex your body.

What's up, boss?

How are you?

Good, man. Can I get in?

No, you can't. Sorry, you're not on the list.

Love your time.

Whoa, easy killer. Didn't know she was private property.

No disrespect, man.

Hey,

no offense.

You already said that.

Name's Jack Riley.

Jack. That's my name.

It's cool, man.

Why don't you find somewhere else to play, all right?

You're Frank, right?

What are you, a cop?

Yeah.

I'm off duty.

Is that right?

It's just a job, man.

I guess it is.

So, Officer Riley.

It's detective, actually.

Oh, shit.

Why do you know me?

Oh, I've been asking around.

I wanted to meet you.

Well, you found me.

You mind?

You guys got it made here, you know that?

Money, women.

Why don't you give us a break?

That is a fine ass.

You know, if I had it to do over again, I don't think I'd be a cop.

So quit.

Yeah, I probably should, but, yeah, I keep thinking.

Pension. You guys got some hot shit going on here, though.

All I do is run a strip joint, man.

It's really not that glamorous.

Mm.

Wow, that's some good shit. Where'd you get that?

It's not mine.

No?

Mind if I keep it?

You know, I used to get some good shit like that from a friend of mine. Maybe

you know him.

I doubt it.

Madsen?

No?

Don't ring a bell?

He's dead anyway.

You got a point to make, man.

Because you're just really killing my party.

What, you think I come here to arrest you?

Why would I come up here and do that?

I know everything about you.

I know where you live. I know what time you wake up.

Hell, I know when you take a shit, pal.

I know if that pretty little girl of yours knew what you were doing here

tonight, well... You talk a lot.

No, that's the point.

I don't say anything.

What I know I keep to myself.

So what's your deal?

Same as you.

Power.

Women.

Money.

My money.

Consider it an insurance policy.

You're a dirty cop.

No, I'm a smart cop.

Yeah.

No, I get it, man.

What's your price?

Oh, I'm sure we can work something out.

Yeah. Yeah, no, we'll, uh, we'll work something out.

What do you think?

Uh... A hundred?

Yeah, right.

A thousand dollars.

Huh?

What am I talking about? A thousand dollars?

A thousand dollars, that's...

That's not even giving me a good blowjob in this town.

I mean, for an officer of the law, it's gonna cost me a lot more, right?

Tell me, how much is it gonna cost me for a detective to suck

my dick?

You cannot be that stupid.

Piece of shit.

God.

Fuck is the matter with you?

Johnny, get in here!

Fuck you, Frank. You okay? Yeah, I'm okay. Help me out here! Come here, you

son of a shit!

Get him,

Franky!

I was hanging.

Let me tell you... Fuck you!

You coming?

You asking me?

For fucking money!

That's no friend. He's a cop, Johnny.

He's a fucking cop. How do you let a cop in here, you fucking... What

the fuck, Frank?

Who the fuck is that?

That's a cop.

He wants money.

You want to give him money?

Cop?

Money?

Not our fucking money. I do.

You want my money?

Daffy, give me my money.

Give me my fucking money!

Okay.

Okay,

Jack.

I got your fucking money.

Come in my club.

Threaten me and my friends? Frankie, let's get out of here now.

Threaten my fucking girlfriend?

Get

this

piece of shit out of here.

Fuck!

Turn the music back on.

Dancing, now!

Beverly, are you okay?

Can you control this?

Yeah, yeah.

Hey.

I shot that dirty cop tonight.

Riley? Yeah. Did you kill him? No, no, no. I don't... I don't know.

Look,

I put him to stop to this.

You're done here. No, no, don't do that. Don't do that. Bev, you're too deep into

it. Evan, don't do that. You can't do that. You can't just pull me now. What

did I do all this for, then?

Look, I just needed to see you, okay? I just needed to know that I'm doing the

right thing here, okay?

Okay, but...

You know, if you find you're out of control, just forget about the case. You

just walk away.

Everything's gonna be fine, okay?

Just promise me, okay? Just promise me that you'll be there when this is done.

Yeah, I promise.

Take care.

Well, Frankie, this ain't good.

This most definitely is not good.

I'm on the move for Mexican.

Bye, you.

I love Mexican.

Let me get this straight.

You were mugged?

Right. And they took your gun and shot you in the hand.

What were you doing downtown?

That's where they dumped me.

Right. Right, so you were kidnapped too.

Tell me again, how many were there?

Three.

Three? White? Black? Hispanic?

I already gave a report.

Jack, there were traces of cocaine in your blood. And a bag of cocaine in the

right pocket of Officer Riley's coat.

You have no explanation. You can't even give us a positive ID on the guys who

supposedly mugged you.

If you have a substance abuse problem, the department can help.

Damn it, Riley, you have to talk to me.

It's all in the report.

Okay.

That's the way you want it.

You're suspended without pay, indefinitely. Damn it, Deb, don't do

that. We've known each other 20 years.

Long before you fucked your way to captain.

Thanks for making this a lot easier on me.

I'm sorry, Debra.

I didn't mean that.

I just need a couple more days.

I'm in the middle of something big here.

I'm gonna break this wide open.

Internal Affairs has an ongoing investigation on you, Jack.

I don't know what you're into, but the shit is rolling down from a lot higher

than this office. My hands are tied.

If I were you, I'd get myself a good lawyer.

Since you don't have your fucking gun, I need your badge.

The fuck do you want? Do you mind keeping your hands where I can see them?

You gotta be kidding me.

Do I look like I'm joking?

Now, why would a perp steal a cop's gun, shoot you through the hand, then leave

him alive to talk about it?

The world's full of psychos. Take you, for instance.

You know what I think?

I think you knew the person who shot you.

I think they knew you well enough to know you wouldn't talk because you're

too dirty to start airing that laundry.

I don't give a flying fuck what you think.

Do you even remember why you became a cop?

Oh, and you do?

I'm sure you love running around for 80 grand a year, taking it in the ass,

while some two-bit punk uses your head for target practice.

That's the job.

Here's something else.

You're so fucking self-righteous.

You really think you're making a difference?

You're not.

You're not getting drugs off the street.

For every one you arrest, three more pop up.

The job. The fucking job's a joke.

Look around.

You better face it, Maxwell. Whatever goals you set for yourself in the

beginning of this, you're failing miserably.

I just want to make enough to retire.

Get out of this shithole. Go someplace tropical. Costa Rica.

Anywhere but here.

In my first case, there was this junkie mom out in Nevada.

She was shooting up.

But a baby wouldn't stop crying, messing with her high.

So this HIV-positive, waste of a life decides to stick her own baby girl with

her own syringe, shooting her up with smack to quiet her down.

By the time I got there, baby was dead, mom was halfway there. Nothing I could

do about it.

You know, when I first started, my goal was to save the world. Now, 20 years in,

I just want to make sure guys like you don't make it to Costa Rica.

Seen a million guys like him One day you're gonna fuck up

I'll be there

Frankie

boy

You remember a cartoon with, uh... Rosemary Sam!

And Bugs Bunny? Which one?

Sam's chasing Bugs. And Bugs runs right into this house.

So Yosemite Sam starts pounding down on the door.

And Bugs opens the door.

But he opens it dressed as a chick.

Hi. You dating, Frank?

So Yosemite Sam's like, pardon me, ma'am, pardon me, but I'm looking for a

yellow-bellied rabbit.

Yeah? Bad decision.

And then he comes busting into the house.

You're going.

Bugs runs to a door, jumps in front of it.

He's not in here!

No, he's not in here!

God damn it, get back here!

Where are you going?

No!

Boom!

This big cannon just blows him away, right?

So at that point, Bugs runs to another door.

And Sam's still buying this. You fucking crazy?

What the fuck is the matter with you?

So Sam runs over to the door.

Opens the door again.

This big cannon again just blasts him.

So at this point, Sam's stumbling around.

Burnt.

Totally fucked up and shit, right?

Bugs Bunny, right side of the door.

He's not in here!

He's not in here!

No!

Sounds like...

I'll take your word for it, ma'am.

I'll just take your word for it.

Oh, lovely 70s jazz.

Sanchez, we're good. Leo?

What

happened?

You fell asleep, Hardy. That's what happened.

Sorry.

Anything?

Uh, yeah.

137, Agent Royce and two female suspects arrive.

One blonde, 5'7", the other 5'2". Brunette, at about 2'23", I think one of

them went to the grocery store. She came back at 2'48". Arity, anything good?

All right, try to stay awake, will you? Yeah.

At least keep those things around your ears.

You got it.

You know, like, when you were in school and you had to, like, do your dream

homes and your...

your like fantasy, what you want to be, you know, all that stuff.

Like, what did you see? What did you, what was it?

What was the thing that you wanted?

Well, first of all, we never had that. I don't think I actually went to school

very much.

Really?

All right, well, then let's play a game, if you had to do that now.

What do you think?

I don't know. I was used to, like,

animals.

Animals, really?

Yeah, I wanted to...

I used to feed this cat and, you know, I wanted to save all the dogs in the world

and the cats and the turtles.

Turtles. I know. It's so random.

That's very sweet.

I wanted to open up, like, a five-star, like, animal shelter.

That sounds really stupid.

That doesn't sound stupid at all.

You know, like, not depressing.

Yeah. You know, like, you go to the animal shelters and it's disgusting.

They don't clean it. It's, like, sad.

I don't have a five-star animal shelter with a pool where dogs can

swim in.

That's the best thing I've heard in a long time.

And, like, TVs for, like, the cats, you know? They're like, if you can not be

depressed, everyone's happy.

Shit. What is it? I don't know.

Turn it up.

Great job,

Harry. Yeah, you caught Royce with a girlfriend.

Great work.

Agent Royce is a wild streak, huh?

Bet you had a pretty good time with her, huh, Chief?

Shut up, Waters.

Sir? I think I have something.

One of the three.

All right. What is it?

It's Riley.

What the hell is he doing here?

I can't move.

I'll get the door. You guys just relax. You guys just stay here and relax. Okay.

Back.

Get in there.

Stop your fucking bawling.

Shut the fuck up.

So then Bugs says, why'd you pour oil on

my head?

Frank.

Okay, your Yosemite one's better?

Frank, just stick to selling drugs, mate.

Oh, come on. That's funny. That's funny.

Why'd you... With the carrot and everything? That's funny, man. What are

you talking about?

Don't give me... You know what? I'm done. I'm... Oh, Jesus.

Fucking door's open again.

Kathy!

Shh.

You need to talk to her about that.

Never learn.

Come here.

Kathy! Get out.

Get down.

Don't make a fucking sound. I will shoot you.

Okay, we're moving in.

Okay, Waters, call headquarters. Tell them the situation.

Tell them we need backup. Yes, sir. Follow me.

Take a piss.

Should we flush that toilet, Frankie?

Put your hands on your head.

Turn around. Now.

Secure it. What?

Shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Get up. Get over here.

Now.

Get the fuck up.

CJ!

There's one for you, Maxwell.

You put it down, Riley.

There's no way out of here. You're surrounded. Put it down now. I'm walking

out of here.

We need assistance right away.

Put your weapon down now.

Put that gun down now.

Put it down now.

Fuck you, Maxwell.

You stay down. Stay back.

Fuck with the wrong guy, asshole!

It's okay, baby, I got you.

You hurt her, I swear to God.

What are you gonna do, shoot me? Let her go!

Just shoot me! Fucking let her go!

Ashley!

You fucking asshole, eh?

Fuck off, Maxwell.

There's no way out of here.

I believe that's my gun, darling.

I'll fucking kill her.

Maybe, okay?

I know, I know, I know.

Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

This is Agent Royce. Where's

our backup?

Keep walking.

Damn it!

Guess you're not going to Costa Rica.

Fuck you.

I had it all planned out.

But I failed.

My fault.

I should have known better.

I used to say I'd rather do business with sharks than imbeciles.

At least I'd know what they want.

I'd understand how they'd try to screw me over.

With imbeciles, you never know.

I'd rather make a deal with the Vinnies of this world than with a corrupt... a

cop incapable of controlling his substance abuse.

I should have killed him when I had the chance.

And Ashley, Eddie, and girls, they're dead.

The money's gone.

Plan A failed.

So did my Plan B.

I suppose it's time to start Plan C.

what did i get

streets

of desire