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- Hello, Agent Prasad.

- Dade, how are you?

- I'm good, how about you?

- Oh, I'm doing pretty good.

- That was a lovely dance.

What were you doing?

- Oh, I was practicing my dance for my brother's wedding.

- Cool.

- So what article are you working on for the LA Times?

- I'm now a journalist for the Hollywood Reporter

with a little informant work on the side.

- Well, that sounds interesting.

- Thank you, and I thought you should know

that Dalton is back in town.

- Really, when did he come back?

- Just about a couple days ago.

- Ah, well, this is very interesting

and very intriguing.

Thanks for the information, Dade

- No problem.

- Bye.

- Hey, pop, how you doing?

Sorry I haven't been around for a while.

Just had to get away after Mr. Tang shot

and killed you a year ago.

Now, I'm back.

I remember the first time you told me

you were a robotics engineer.

My first thought was you operated those Johnny five robots

from the movie, Short Circuit.

Pretty close, right?

I thought that was the coolest thing

when you took me to the automobile plant,

and I would watch you operate robots welding car

and truck parts.

You know, I wanted to be just like you, pop.

You were my hero.

I wanted to be a robotics engineer.

I wanted to be a welder like you,

until the automobile plant shut down,

you lost your job, mom went crazy and killed herself.

You know, I ask myself all the time, just what if?

What if you would've just stayed

in the unemployment line, pop?

What if you didn't meet Mob Boss Johnny Nero

or accept his bloody money?

We would've been okay.

You would've gotten another job eventually,

and I think you and I would be fishing right now together,

but I guess that'll never happen,

not in this lifetime, anyway,

but on that note, at least you accepted Jesus Christ

as your personal savior, and you asked for forgiveness.

So that being said, I'll see you in heaven someday, pop.

See you around.

- Dalton, what are you doing?

- Agent Prasad?

- Yeah.

- As I live and breathe.

- Why are you trying to throw away your dog tags?

You earned them.

- I don't want 'em anymore.

I thought if I get rid of these dog tags,

just maybe I can move on with my life.

- Are you still having nightmares

and flashbacks about the war?

- Can't stop having them.

I keep seeing the Taliban and Al-Qaeda chasing me,

trying to kill me, and I keep seeing my best friend getting

killed on the battlefield.

These images haunt me every single day.

- Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

Please don't give up.

You're making progress.

So I have something that could maybe take your mind off

of your flashbacks and the nightmares that you're having.

I have a new case.

- Do I have to pass another one of your field tests?

- No, Dalton, you already passed my field tests.

So have you ever heard of the Lunada Bay Gang?

- Yeah, I heard of them.

- Okay, yeah, so what they're doing is they're distributing

this crystallized cocaine called Galaxy,

and they're distributing it through the surfers

all over Southern California, and a lot of them are dying.

- I thought Galaxy's the new big high

with less side effects, and besides, I killed Mr. Tang.

He was the only Triad leader who had access to the drug,

who brought it here to the States.

- I don't know, but somehow it is being distributed here,

and surfers are ending up dead.

- So when does this fairy tale begin?

- It's effective immediately.

I need you to find out who are the distributors,

to get the evidence so that I can have enough information

to get a warrant so that I can put these people behind bars

who are killing so many of these surfers.

- Okay.

- And by the way, this surfer gang,

they hate undercover agents.

We're still missing five narcotics agents.

They won't hesitate to kill you if you're made.

So you have to be careful.

- Yeah, I know how it works.

I understand.

- Well, all of the information is in the packet.

- Okay.

- And by the way, Dalton,

thank you so much for your service.

I know you brought down a lot

of those Middle East terrorists that were responsible

for 3,000 deaths during 9/11.

- Of course.

It's my duty to fight for those who can't fight

for themselves.

- Well, you're never out of the fight.

- No, I'm never out of the fight.

- Mother.

- Tiger, what are you doing here?

You're supposed to be in Mumbai.

- I'm here to take over father's business.

- What are you gonna do?

- The first thing I'm gonna do is avenge my father's death

by killing Dalton.

The last time I spoke to father, he told me, join me or die.

I chose to join him, but Dalton, he chose to go against him.

Now father is dead because of Dalton.

- Tiger, I beg you to let this go.

Let Match-Stick's flame die out.

Dalton took down the syndicate and father

because he did his job.

Match-Stick chose his path and it killed him, not Dalton.

Dalton will come after you too.

- I must fulfill father's wishes and kill Dalton.

I must leave now.

- Tiger, no, please.

No more death.

I wanted a better life for you, not a life of crime.

- Hey man, what do you think you're doing around here?

No outsiders are aloud here, dude.

- Yeah, well last I checked this is a free country.

- Get outta here, you turd.

- How about, no, I stay and you go.

- I gotta go.

Let me call you back, bye.

Dalton, we need to talk.

- About what?

- Why'd you kick that surfer in the face?

- You gave me permission to play rough

on the streets, Remember?

- OMG.

- It's time for breakfast.

Let's get a bite to eat.

- All right.

- Let the case begin.

- Are you crazy?

These coves have her experienced surfers.

You almost got yourself killed out there.

- I have a death wish.

These coves are open to everybody.

- No, they're not.

Locals run things here.

You have to earn your spot here, especially at Lunada Bay.

- Okay, so why aren't you surfing at Lunada Bay?

- I'm not that good, but this isn't my first rodeo either,

and even I have to earn my spot.

- What is so special about surfing at Lunada Bay?

- It's a locals thing, really.

It all started back in the 1930s,

and this group of young surfers got together,

and they created what's called the Palos Verde Surfers

Club, and it was all just for fun and surf and friendship,

and then this group of young trust fund babies came along,

and they started what's called the Lunada Bay Gang,

then they began bullying the non-locals away,

and now anyone who attempts to surf here that's not part

of the gang either winds up missing or ends up dead.

- Why do you want to join the Bay Gang anyway?

- Well, my grandfather and my father surfed

this spot before me.

It's a family tradition,

and I want to be able to surf this spot too,

and I want to find the man responsible

for murdering my father, and I know it's someone

in that gang.

- I know the feeling.

- So why do you wanna surf here anyway?

- Well, I have nothing to lose.

Both my parents are now dead.

My fiance was murdered a year ago.

So I figured why not try something different,

something to free my spirit.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- Thanks.

- Well, I see you're a vet also.

- Oh yeah, oh, Special Ops Forces.

- Wow, you're a Navy Seal?

- Yeah.

- You really are crazy then, huh?

- Well, maybe just a little.

- I have to get going now.

- Yeah, thanks for this.

- You're welcome.

- Hey, what's your name anyway?

- Kiley, Kiley Hall.

What's your last name?

- Billy Bob, Billy Bob Peters.

- Bob Peters, I don't picture that as last name for you.

I think more of a Bale or a Cage.

- Yeah, I like that.

- Well, later.

- Yeah.

Hey. - Hey.

- Might have first contact.

I need you to run a background check on the name Kiley Hall.

She's a local here in the Palos Verdes estates

and run a background check on her father too.

I think his murder may have something to do

with the Lunada Bay Gang.

- Why do you think that?

- Because Kiley Hall told me that she wants to join the gang

because she believes somebody

in that gang killed her father.

- Oh, okay, that makes sense.

All right, I'll get on it right away.

- Great, thanks.

We'll be in touch.

Sorry I'm late.

The 110 was backed up with traffic.

- Oh, no problem.

No worries.

So I got the information that you wanted about Kiley Hall.

Inside this file, you will find that Kiley Hall

is the daughter of Patrick Hall,

and her grandfather's name is Warren Doc Hall.

- So what did these people have to do

with the Lunada Bay Gang?

- So it's the newer generations of the Bay Boys.

They're the ones that grew up corrupt,

and they were very unfriendly to anyone

that didn't belong there who would come

into their territory, and if you didn't pay a tax

or listen to what they were saying to do,

they would end up dead.

So in 2019, surfers started ending up dead.

- So what happened to Kiley's father?

- Kiley's father ended up dying in 2010.

The case file says that it was a suicide.

However, there's really no reason for him

to jump off Pelican Cove Cliff.

So this is the suicide note that he wrote.

- Okay.

Okay, I get it.

Sounds like a case of rich, over-privileged,

trust fund pieces of garbage who took a family clubhouse

pass-down and turned it into a big drug operation.

- Exactly, the police here,

they don't think that there's anything wrong

with the Bay Boys.

They think that it's just a dumb click,

But that's not the facts.

- Right.

- So what I need you to do is collect evidence.

I need you to find out who the distributors are,

and I need you to get me back this information

so we can take down these scumbags, and remember,

you cannot commit any felonies.

If you do, this operation gets shut down.

- Oh, okay, I understand.

Do my best. - Okay.

- Kiley, you ready to join our gang or what?

- I am.

- Let's see what you got.

Excellent surfing out there, Kiley.

Your father would be proud.

- You know I'm still looking for my father's killer.

- Sounds like somebody has daddy issues.

- Happy hunting, Kiley.

- So am I part of your bay gang or what?

- No, you're not in the gang, Mickey.

- What the, you respect my board on this beach.

- Nobody surfs with a leash on in the bay.

- There's one more test.

- I thought this was a locals-only test?

- We run the business a lot differently

than your grandfather and father did,

the stakes are higher.

We like to be sketchy!

- Wooh!

- What exactly do I have to do?

- The real test is just beginning, Kiley.

- Lex.

- Kiley. - Yeah.

- I'm surprised you showed up.

- I'm here.

- You ready for your final test?

- What is this test?

- Wolf.

- Here it is, boss.

- What is this?

- Mickey.

- You ready for your final test, Kiley?

- I don't understand.

- Are you in or are you out?

- I don't understand.

I don't, no, no, my family didn't start the bay gang

in the 1930s to kill innocent people.

- Do it!

- No, I'm not killing anyone!

- You're not gonna get away with this, Lex,

20 years to life.

I have a wife.

I have a kid.

- No, don't kill him!

- Which one of you killed my father?

- I did it!

I killed him!

- Why?

- Because he didn't have the balls or the brains.

He wasn't going in the same direction, Kiley.

We run the bay a little bit differently now.

There's nothing more powerful than killing a man!

Take him away!

- Give me your arm. - No.

- Give it up!

- Please don't do this.

Guys, please don't do this. - You don't want

to make my arm slip.

- Please don't do this.

- Welcome to the gang.

- I gotta go.

I'll call you back.

Dalton, are you okay?

- No, I'm not okay.

It's Kiley Hall.

I just met this woman a few days ago at Malcolm Cove.

She was the only lead we had so far, and now she's dead.

- Are you kidding?

- No, I'm not kidding.

- I'm sorry she's dead.

Did she drown?

- No, she didn't drown.

Here, come here, look.

See the needle marks on her arm?

- Yes, I do see the needle marks.

- We need to get an autopsy report on her right away.

- Yeah, I agree.

- She was a good swimmer and surfer, too.

All she wanted to do was find out who murdered her father.

She knew it was someone in that Lunada Bay Gang

but just didn't know exactly who did it.

- Yeah, we really need to get cracking on this case as soon

as possible, 'cause we're running out of time.

- Yeah.

- Gentlemen, I'm glad you could make it.

- Here you go, clear cut Galaxy straight from China.

You must have some strong connections to be doing business

with me, my man.

I don't recognize you.

You with the Hollywood mob?

You a new runner?

- I'm not a runner.

The name is Tiger, Tiger Match-Stick.

- You just say Match-Stick?

- Did I stutter?

- But you're Indian, bro.

- Yeah, I'm half Indian.

Match-Stick had an affair with my mother

while he was making his run with Mob Boss Johnny Nero

in the late eighties.

So I am Match-Stick.

- I heard he got killed by the Triads a year ago.

I do know that one of his sons is a detective,

but all I could find were pictures of him

when he was a young boy before his disappearance

after the FBI took Match-Stick away.

- I run Bollywood and now I run Hollywood.

- I hate to burst your bubble, but we were on Hollywood.

I respect the name Match-Stick and all,

but that name's of the past.

- The fact that I'm Match-Stick's son,

and it's in his will that I take over.

I claim power over Hollywood now.

Is that understood?

- Okay, okay, no problem.

Well, can we negotiate?

- I don't think you're in any position to negotiate with me.

- Let's just talk, man.

I got a plan, help you out.

Listen, we have all the contacts,

and we have the power for all the distribution.

Let us keep that power over all the Southern California

beaches and coves.

We can partner up, my man.

You run the Hollywood streets, we do the coastlines.

It'd be good business for everybody.

- You do make a valid point.

- But Lex?

- Trust me, Mickey.

This will be good.

- Dude, where'd you get that board, man?

I want to know where did you get this board?

- Hands off me, man.

What're you talking about?

I bought this board with my own money.

- You're a nark, nark!

- What's going on, bro?

Who are you?

- This guy's a nark, man.

This is my brother's board.

He was pinched for narcotics

and was confiscated two months ago.

- That's his brother's board!

All right, all right, that's enough.

- I hate narks, man, hate these undercover narks!

- Hate cops.

Let's get outta here, man.

Let's go, let's go.

Hey, man, you want to go grab something to eat?

- Have you completely lost your mind?

You almost killed one of my agents.

- Hey, if I haven't stepped in and kicked the crap

out of that undercover agent,

the Bay Boys would've killed him.

I saved that man's life.

You have no idea, and on top of that,

he went in with a confiscated surfboard that belonged

to one of the Lunada Bay Gang member's brother,

real smooth agent Prasad.

We're off to a great start!

- Well, I was just trying to help with this case.

- Like I told you before, I like to work alone.

This way, if I screw up, it's just me who gets killed.

You know the one thing that kept me alive during my tours

in the Middle East was that I didn't think

about the world back home.

I didn't think about mommy and daddy having relationships,

getting married, having kids, living in a big house

with a white, picket fence.

I didn't think about any of that, because if I would have,

I would've gotten distracted and killed,

and I've seen it happen.

What I'm saying to you, Agent Prasad,

is that I'm 100% involved and committed to this case.

- Okay, that sounds good.

That's what I want to hear.

- Don't worry about it.

I'm going back to work.

- Get off my wave, man.

- Is this the punk?

- That's the dude who tried to cut me off my wave.

- I get it.

This is a whole local thing, right?

I'm surfing on your territory.

I'm sorry, man.

I don't want any problems, okay?

It's not like I went to your house

and took a crap on your lawn or something.

- It's close enough, bro.

- Listen, bullhead, the land

and the ocean is open to everybody.

So why don't you guys just walk away

so none of you get hurt?

I haven't had my breakfast this morning.

You know what happens when I don't get my breakfast

in the morning?

- What?

- I get real grumpy, like this.

- Back off, Leo!

He's with me!

- Leave it, Lex.

You know if this was your turf,

you'd be doing the same thing.

- Say goodnight!

- Let's get outta here, man, before the cops get here.

- Okay, Detective, you're all set.

I'm gonna leave you some medicine

for your pain. - Thanks.

- Take that every four hours, okay?

- Yeah, yeah.

- You gotta watch your limits.

You gotta know what your limits are.

You gotta limit what you're doing out in the field, okay?

- I have no limits.

- That's gonna be your downfall.

- The mind could subjugate anything, even real pain.

- Detective, take your medication.

You're absolutely insane.

- Yeah, well, I left my sanity back at the war on terror.

- Call me when you need me.

You know I'm there for you.

- Great, thanks, Doc.

- Dalton, two surfers are in the hospital because of you.

One is in intensive care with broken ribs

and multiple contusions.

Are you still fighting the war?

- Yeah, I believe I was back in the war on terror.

- All right, well, you gotta get a handle on your PTSD,

because you're gonna end up killing somebody.

- Thanks for the advice.

I'll try.

- All right, you're welcome.

- You guys ready to ride?

Ready to ride with the Bay Boys?

- Which gang are you from?

- I'm alone.

- Where are you from?

- I was originally born in Milwaukee, Wisconsin,

but my parents moved me out to Los Angeles

when I was real little.

- Sounds like we got ourselves of cheese head over here, huh?

- Sounds like someone's running from something, Bob.

- Why do you wanna surf all of a sudden?

- I just wanted to try something different, you know?

Find my window to enlightenment.

- Stick with us, bro, and we will show you

to the window of enlightenment.

Let's ride.

- You got the stud, man.

- Yeah.

- Can I trust you, man?

- Of course you can trust me.

You saw I took out that undercover agent.

Stupid nark, those people make me sick.

- That was inspiring, that beating you gave that man.

To new friends.

To new friends, to standing on the board, trying.

I'm gonna hit the head, finish our beers,

and we'll head out, man.

- All right.

- Hey, Giovanni, where's the bathrooms?

- Just go straight through the kitchen,

first door on the right,

- All right. - You're all set.

- Back in a few minutes.

Ash?

I knew I could hear you sniffing out there.

- Dalton, what are you doing here?

- I was looking for the bathroom

and then I hear all this.

You still doing this stuff, man?

- Man, this is my business here, all right?

I got a lot of businesses.

This business, this business, they're all businesses.

The shitter is over there if you need to use it.

Snorting all that cocaine, I thought you'd be dead by now.

- Look, I can see I got a little fatter,

but you got a little uglier.

- What happened to Godmothers?

- I own multiple businesses.

See, I'm a businessman.

Look, look carefully.

This is what a businessman looks like, okay?

I know that's not what you do.

- I see. - You run around

and like to punch and shoot people,

but I'm a businessman here.

Your father still owes me that money,

and that means you owe me that money,

'cause you're related to him.

You are his kid.

- I don't owe you jack squat!

- Well, you do now, and I want my jack and my squat,

and you can go take a squat in the shitter over there,

and when you're done, bring me my money!

- Listen, pee stain, I fought for this country, okay?

I've fought for this freedom.

Get a life.

- I got one, baby.

It's gonna take a lot to take me down, huh?

You wanna get into a tumble again?

Let's go.

Yeah, run away.

♪ Now, feel my power

♪ The bells ring, crowd gets louder ♪

♪ Roll the dice, don't think twice ♪

♪ Now it's time to rise, yeah

♪ Rise, first, my heart, then my soul ♪

- There's the punk from Manhattan Beach.

You remember me, punk?

- I've gotta forget your stupid rotten face.

- You think you're so cool and classy and clever, don't you?

How about I come over there and make you scream?

- Sorry, pal, not without getting your knee replaced.

- And you, back up.

This cat's with me.

- See, I got a problem, Lex.

Your boy over here disrespected my boy

and beat up some of our guys on our turf.

- Okay, I'll make it up to you guys with some

of that smooth Galaxy.

I promise.

You got my word.

Now split, gooks

- No!

- Kill this punk! - No problem.

This is what we do when you step on our turf.

- Pleasant dreams, Leonard.

- Watch your back.

♪ Feel my power, the bells ring ♪

- Lex,

- Never, bro.

Bros for life, my man.

Darn it!

- What?

- I didn't get to finish my beer before breaking it

on the owners head.

- Come on, man.

Let's get outta here.

♪ Rise

♪ Rise

- I see one of your candle's not lit.

Allow me.

- As our guest of honor, go ahead and take the first dip.

- What is that, meth?

- No, bro.

That's the purest form of cocaine.

It's called Galaxy.

- A fresh shipment just came in today.

- So what kind of painting is that?

Ooh, wooh!

- You like that, big guy?

- Wow. - You're elite.

You're one of us now.

- I don't know, Lex.

I kind of got my own thing going on.

Besides, I thought you only hang out with the best surfers

in the west.

- Join us or die like the rest.

- Oh, I heard that line before.

The answer is no, Lex.

- What's your real name, man?

- Billy Bob Peters.

So go ahead.

Come on, Lex, shoot me.

Let me help you, right there in the middle of my forehead.

Pull it!

- Bang, bang, bang.

- I'm dead. - This guy's crazy, man.

- He could be.

You might be on to something, man, a really crazy guy.

- It's a party, huh?

We're gonna have some good times.

Let's party.

- It's a party, man.

- Yeah, it is.

- Hey, how's it going?

- Just peachy.

- So excellent work.

I was able to buy us some more time on the case,

you know, before the feds have to take over.

- It's Mr. Tang's son, Bolo.

He took over the family business.

- Really?

- Mm hmm.

- Well, at least we know that Galaxy has stayed

within the family.

So now that we know who the distributors are,

how are they getting this stuff through US Customs?

- Lex has contacts there and he's paying

off the US Custom agents.

- Oh, so do you think that Bolo recognizes you?

Does he know who you are?

- So far, the only thing he knows is

that a detective shot his father.

- Well, if he makes you, you are a dead man.

- Yeah.

- So tell me about the other Triad.

- Zang?

Zang is Bolo's younger brother.

If they told me that Galaxy is more organic compared

to ordinary cocaine mixed with other harmful chemicals,

then why are all these surfers turning up dead

from this drug?

And it's not even considered the amount of an overdose.

What I'm saying is it's either the Bay Gang

or the Triads mixing this stuff

with other harmful chemicals.

- I do not think it's the Triads.

It's definitely the Lunada Bay Gang.

There's fentanyl involved, and we're investigating this.

Do the Triads distribute to other surfer gangs?

- No, just the Bay Boys.

Listen, I need more money.

There's a big deal coming up, and I want a piece of it.

- All right, Dalton, here's $50,000.

- Great, well listen, I better get going.

Don't wanna blow my cover.

- Hey, be careful and just remember,

I gave you permission to perform misdemeanors, not felonies.

- Such a party pooper.

Take care, see you later.

- All right, yeah, whatever.

Hey, bro, glad I caught you.

I'm ready to join your gang.

I wanna work with you, not just buy it for me.

- Once you're a Bay Boy, you're a Bay Boy for life.

- I understand.

I have some high-powered, high-paying clientele,

and they wanna do business with us.

- Can I trust you?

- Yeah, you can trust me.

- Give me a sec.

- All right.

- Sell this, but I got one question for you.

- Yeah, go ahead.

- Why the sudden transformation?

What'd you used to do for work?

- I was a criminal defense attorney.

I kept people like you outta jail.

- Shady characters,

I bet you won a lot of settlements.

That's how you have that extra green, huh?

- That, plus I'm a trust fund kid.

- That makes sense, and one more thing.

- Yeah.

- Teach me those moves?

- Yeah, I could teach you some kung fu moves,

if you can teach me how to stay on that board better.

I'm in.

- I guess it's a fair trade.

- Yeah, bro.

All right. - Let's do this.

- I'm gonna go sell this.

Hey. - Hey.

- Listen, I need you to put in my personal file

that I'm a criminal defense attorney.

I need fabricated certificates, news clippings, wins.

- And why do I need to do that?

- Because Lex is gonna do a background check on me.

- Okay, makes sense, all right.

- We're on to the next step in our case.

- Sounds good.

- Talk to you later.

- Coming.

Prasad, what are you doing here?

Did you come here to bring me coffee or donuts

or did you come here to blow my cover?

So what's going on?

- Another surfer ended up dead along the shores.

- I'm really getting sick of tired

of all these surfers turning up dead.

- Yes, it was at Malaga Cove.

- What happened?

- It's the Bay Boys.

They're mixing up the crystals from the Triads.

- What are they mixing it with?

- They're mixing it with 25I-NBOMe.

Another surfer ended up dead,

and the surfer's name was Wang.

The toxicology report states that it was the combination

of the 25I-NBOMe mixed with fentanyl.

- What exactly is 25I-NBOMe?

- It's a very dangerous drug.

19 deaths have happened so far in 10 months.

It started in Rancho Palos Verdes,

and it's spreading all along the beaches

of Los Angeles County.

- Okay, if the Triads find out what Lex

and his gang is doing with their Galaxy crystals,

he's dead where he stands.

- It's getting too dangerous, Dalton.

I think we should call in the feds.

- Just do me a favor, all right?

Don't call in the feds.

- I can put an APB out on Lex, and I think that you need

to go into the witness protection program.

I have a very bad feeling about this.

- If you do that, Lex will pull out and disappear forever.

We almost have enough evidence of this case to put him

and his gang away for a lifetime.

If the feds take over now, they're gonna ruin months

of hard work and put fingerprints all over our evidence.

I just need one more day.

After tomorrow, after tomorrow when Lex introduces me

to his high end clientele, everyone's gonna be there,

the investors, the Triads are gonna be going there,

a new Hollywood crime boss is going.

After tomorrow, we'll have our full case

against the Lunada Bay Gang.

The judge will issue us the warrants.

We'll get the green light and then it's open season on them,

but just gimme that one more day.

- Okay, Dalton, you have one more day and that's it.

- You gotta trust me.

Hey, it's me.

- Hello, Dalton.

- Listen, I'm on my way to the brake and tire shop now.

- Why are you going there, Dalton?

- Because Lex is starting the meeting with the high-end

clientele business investors early, and I have to go.

- Okay, wait for me to come with Agent Mao.

You need some backup.

You need to listen to me.

Follow my orders.

- Listen, we're so close.

We can finish this case today.

Before the feds take over and ruin everything.

- I have a very bad feeling about this.

Just wait for me.

I'm calling Agent Mao now.

- I'm going.

I'm going.

- Welcome, gentlemen.

Put this on.

The fumes get pretty strong.

We wouldn't want our highest paying customer

to get addicted to drugs, would we?

Right this way.

All of our crystals dissolve overnight in gasoline,

rendering them completely undetectable.

Here, we have a coffee bean filled with cocaine.

Section one is cocaine right over here, Columbia's finest.

Section two, Galaxy, the new crystal direct from China.

In three, heroin.

If you thought all of these quiet, suburban teens

were living quiet and easy lives, well, think again.

These young teens and mothers, fathers,

some of our highest paying clientele.

We're start in Ranchos Palos Verdes,

swamped Southern California.

Now we are selling Galaxy all over the US,

which is why we've developed a new product, Red Dragon.

- What is Red Dragon?

- Red dragon is a highly addictive,

pleasurable narcotic.

- Which is?

- Well, I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill each

and every last one of you.

- Starting with Tiger back here.

- And the Triads are okay with you distributing their Galaxy

with your own narcotics.

- Let's just say it's a surprise.

- I don't think the Triads like surprises.

They already killed Mob Boss Johnny Nero

and my father, Match-Stick.

- Whoa, Tiger, that's why you were invited to this party.

Make sure none of us cross the line.

- Of course, we'd make you an offer you will not want

to refuse.

- We have two new delivery methods,

pure Galaxy and self-inject able needles.

This is liquified Galaxy in a bag with a needle attached.

One squeeze of the bag, pure Galaxy directly

into the bloodstream.

- The first shipment of Red Dragon is ready.

Waiting your call, my friend.

- We are ready to make a purchase.

- Of course, of course.

- I knew I'd you here, you traitor.

- Excuse me, who are you?

Do I know you?

- I am the worst nightmare.

- Yeah, and I'm Mary Poppins!

- Haha, funny man, I have news for you.

Your cover's compromised now.

- Yeah, so is your face.

- Hey, what's the problem here, fellas?

- This guy is a nark, Dalton Match-Stick,

son of Match-Stick, the big, crime fighting detective.

- Who recruited you?

- Mr. Rogers.

- Lex, our investor's leaving.

- Man, I gave you everything, most importantly,

I gave you my trust, the shirt off my back.

You stepped on your own nuts, pal.

- I'm not your pal, dick face!

Hey, Lex, I'm sure the Triads will love to hear

how you're mixing your pure Galaxy crystals

with other harmful drugs and chemicals,

not to mention that locals are dying from it.

- It is what it is.

- Well then.

- What do you want me to do with him?

- Take him to the boat.

- You failed your mission.

- Back off big red.

- I got this.

- We'll see about that.

- This is Agent Prasad at 14160 Crenshaw Boulevard

at the brake and tire Shop in.

I need backup immediately.

Send the feds now.

- Come on!

- Stand him up!

- Get up.

- Father wanted me to kill you if something happened to him

and if you didn't join us.

- You're wrong, Tiger.

Father changed before he died,

became a born again Christian.

- You lie!

Throw his ass over!

- Sure thing, boss!

- This is 1L90 requesting an RA

at the Royal Palms State Beach.

An officer is down suffering from head injuries,

unconscious at this time, and it looks like he's gonna need

some immediate medical attention.

Please respond, code three.

Get that ambulance out here as soon as possible.

This is an emergency, out.

- Okay.

Let's see what we got.

There's a lot of insurgents down there.

We're gonna get fubared now.

General, hey, we're on the clock.

- I'm ready.

- What did I tell you about thinking about the world

back home, man.

Thinking about the world back home,

you're gonna get distracted, all caught up in emotions

and killed.

- I don't think we're gonna make it outta here alive, man.

There are a hundred insurgents,

and we're the last two of our unit.

- We're gonna get you back home to your wife and daughter.

We just gotta take care of this one thing

and then get back to the rendezvous point.

Do you remember Mr. Shuffle's history class

back in middle school?

Remember when he told us how 300 Spartans could hold

off 100,000 to 150,000 Persians during the Battle

of Thermopylae?

Even though it's just you and me left in our unit,

we have a fighting chance.

- If I die today, I'm glad I'm with you.

- Hey, I got Rossi in sight.

- Good, take the shot and let's get out of here.

- I don't have the shot.

This is Lionheart to Fox Trot Alpha.

Be advised, I have the package in sight

but no shot, no shot.

There's too many innocent people down there.

- Take them all out.

- Yeah, we do that, we're gonna get Court Marshaled

for murdering innocent people.

We're gonna have to wait.

We're too close.

We gotta fall back.

Fall back.

- Dalton, I need your help, help!

-American!

- You're gonna die!

- You're gonna die!

No, no, no, no!

- You bastards killed nearly 3,000 innocent people on 9/11.

On behalf of the United States of America,

I pledge allegiance to the flag.

Chandler, Chandler, stay with me, breathe.

Come on, Dalton.

You have to pull through.

I need you.

I can't lose you too.

You can do it, Dalton.

I know you can do it.

You have to get better.

Come on, Dalton.

Dr. Connor, may I please speak with you?

- Yes, would you step outside, please?

- Hello?

- Hey, can I help you?

- My name is Detective Jim Myers,

and I'm looking for a Match-Stick, first name, Dalton.

- Right down the hall, room six.

- That way? - Yeah.

- Dr. Connor, what is your prognosis?

How do you think Dalton is really doing?

- Agent, it's too early to tell right now.

Based on the trauma to his body,

it's about a 50/50 at this moment.

- Like I said in the front of the police station,

partners until the end.

Well, this is the end.

- What do you think you're doing, Jake?

- Eventually my part doesn't matter what I say,

I was going do it.

- Well, that makes you no better than Match-Stick.

- I know, but it makes me feel so much better.

- L90, show me code six at 2421 Pacific Coast Highway

on a shooting investigation,

requesting two additional units.

Responding code three.

I got you covered!

Go to the car right now!

You guys okay?

Anybody get injured?

- I'm okay.

That's one heck of a wake up call.

I guess Jake's still out to avenge his parents' murders.

- I can't believe this guy won't let it go all this time.

- Jake has gone section eight.

I've never seen him so deranged.

- Let me get you guys outta here.

I got a safe house for you up in Big Bear Lake.

- Sounds good, Chief.

Take us there now.

- Let's get the hell outta here.

So how are you feeling?

Tiger dumped you in the ocean.

You were in a coma.

Have you healed spiritually, emotionally, physically?

- Yeah, I've been meaning to talk to you about that.

After weeks of training, re-centering myself,

building my body back up, my mind and spirit,

I think we're ready to go back to LA,

take down the Hollywood mob, the Lunada Bay Gang,

and the Triads.

- So how do you wanna accomplish this mission?

- The shotgun approach, we go in, take 'em out.

It's either us or the feds.

If the feds take over, they're gonna destroy

all of our hard work, Lex will walk,

and Tiger will just continue to run the syndicate.

It's you and me.

- Do you think that we're enough?

Don't you think we should have some backup?

- I'm a trained Navy Seal.

I fought against terrorists in Afghanistan.

I fought against the Taliban and Al-Qaeda.

I'm fully trained.

I'm angry, I'm hungry,

and I'm trained to complete my mission.

They will rule the day they messed with this Navy Seal.

- Okay, well, I'm gonna trust your judgment on this

when we go tomorrow like you said.

- You should.

- Great. - Great.

You look very pretty, by the way.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

- Knock, knock.

- Dalton, you should be at the bottom of the ocean, dead,

locals only.

- I was trained not to die and to complete my mission.

Kiley Hall was a young, beautiful woman who just wanted

to preserve the historic surf club her grandfather started

in the 1930s, until a trust fund piece of garbage

like you took over and corrupted it.

You took her life from her.

Now I'm gonna take your life.

- Gonna arrest me, bro, or what?

- I take it you're not gonna come in quietly.

- Not a chance.

- I'm the ghost of Christmas past,

and your past just caught up with you.

Hey, Bolo, your days of selling Galaxy is over.

- Oh yeah?

So you're the detective who killed my father?

- Yeah, that's right.

You should'a heard him squeal when I shot him in the head.

- Now I'm gonna avenge his death.

- Love to see you try.

You're done, Tang.

Hey, I know that guy.

We're old friends.

I'm gonna take care of this guy real quick.

Hey, Misfit, long time, no see.

- You again.

- Yep, I see your face is still ugly,

but your forehead healed up nicely.

- Welcome to my playground.

- Now you swing with your invisible friends.

- Dalton.

- KV, I see you're walking around with a cane now.

- Yeah, thanks to you and physical therapy,

I get a cane now.

- You're welcome.

- Well, shall we do this?

- Why not?

Make sure he stays down.

I'm going up.

- There he is.

- Stay down.

- What are you doing here?

I thought we dumped you in the ocean?

- I'm back from the dead.

Miss me?

- I'll tell you what, I'm gonna give you a fighting chance.

Weapon up.

- It's your a funeral, pal.

This will work.

I don't like your ponytail.

You look too much like, I don't know, a horse.

I'm gonna cut it off, and I'm gonna slap you

in your face with him.

- All right, let's see how good you are.

- Come on, get him.

- Time for a bedtime story.

- You scumbag.

- You're coming with me! - No I'm not!

- Akeem.

- Are you ready for this, playboy?

Is that all you got?

- Yeah, I'm ready, but then I have to go get breakfast.

- Let's see what you got.

Bring it.

- All right, let's go.

That's how you want to play?

Let's end this.

- Let me go.

- This fight just ended, Prasad!

- Come with me, Barbie.

- Dalton, help me!

- Careful, Dalton.

You're getting way too close, and you don't want anything

to happen to her, do you?

- Let her go, Tiger.

It's me you want.

Come on, Tiger.

Get father's revenge.

- Suck my balls!

- Suck what?

It's called a drop kicking.

I learned that in second grade.

- Dalton, I need your help.

- Dalton, snap out of it!

I gotta stop freezing at with these flashbacks.

- Even if you kill me,

there's more of our family to come after you!

- Yeah, and I'm the Easter bunny.

What's father's saying, try me or die like the rest?

Well, you're not with me, so you die!

Now I'm the only child.

- This time, I will avenge my parents' death.

- Not on my watch.

- I finish what I start too.

I told them which one of those stations

that they were parked at over the years.

Manage a guess, and they was killed by me like I wanted,

but I can still avenge my parents murder by killing you.

- Oh, yeah?

If all you care about is getting a revenge,

then you're no better than my father or his syndicate was.

At least my father had redemption in the end.

- You're right, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

- Let it go, Jake!

Let it go.

Let it die.

I said let it go!

Shouldn't you get in on the passenger side?

- You're cute.

Get in.

So where do you wanna go next?

Do you wanna go to the hospital?

- Yeah, hospital, and then we go on our first date.

- Sounds like a plan.

- You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be held against you

in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you can't afford an attorney,

one will be appointed for you.

Do you understand?

- Hey, pop, how you doing?

- Well, I did it.

I completed my mission.

I took down the Hollywood mob once again,

and this time, a bunch of surfing gang members.

I did good.

I just want to stop by and pay my respects to you,

tell you how much I love you,

tell you how much I think about you.

I miss you.

The coroner found this in your pocket.

It's your gambling chips.

I see you went to Vegas before you died,

and I found some beer chips.

I know you liked your Miller Light beer.

I thought you'd like 'em back.

I love you, pop.

I miss you.

Pop, what are you doing here?

- I came back to tell you I'm proud of you, and I love you,

and I'm doing okay.

- I been waiting a long time to hear that.

You look great.

Just you look just like when I was a kid.

- You're a good kid, and you're a good man.

- This is my favorite memory of us playing,

kicking the orange soccer ball around.

- Mine too.

- I'm glad to see you again, pop.

I miss you.

- I wanted a little more time with you.

- I'll keep making you proud, pop.

- Stay on the right track.

Do it for yourself.

- I love you, pop.

- I love you, son.