All language subtitles for Tropical.Heat.S01E01.Hard.Case.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor

I know that this looks
bad at first glance.

At first glance, at second glance,

at any glance you wanna take.

Where's your shame, where's your disgust?

Where's my pants?

Sergeant Oliver Porter?

Yeah.

Got a phone call that you were here.

You're under arrest.

Are you always this interesting?

Only when I want something.

Two minutes, that's how
long you'd last in Philly!

Two minutes!

Make him shut up.

Chill out, Ollie.

Is it worth it, Chelsea?

Does the money mean that much?

I told you, I'm not a criminal.

What the hell do you call it

when someone commits a crime
and you look the other way?

Get out!

Hey, Lieutenant, wanna dance?

Here you go.

You are very sweet.

So's this coffee.

Three sugars, just like you asked for.

What could be better than

getting out of bed and looking at this?

Getting back into
bed and looking at you.

Last night was wonderful, wasn't it?

This morning wasn't bad either.

How about we try this afternoon?

I'd love to.

So would I.

Unfortunately, I have to go to work.

Aw, can't you call your boss?

And say what?

That you met an oversexed man

and you plan to spend the rest of the day

making mad, passionate love.

I've already used that
excuse twice this month.

I'm jealous.

I'm kidding.

There must be some way we can

mix business with pleasure?

Speaking of that,

in the heat of the moment last night

you forgot to sign this.

What is it?

It's the beer distribution
contract with my company.

Your company?

I met you on a sales call, remember?

You agreed to switch
distributors, remember?

Sure, I remember.

Well, I think you're
gonna be quite satisfied

with the service that we provide.

I'll sign it when I get a pen.

You come prepared.

I always do.

It is a business doing pleasure with you.

Pleasure's mine.

Miss.

Thank you.

Oh, excuse me?

Go get a fork for daddy.

Can I get something else for you folks?

Ah, yes, some more
coffee and another fork.

Sure.

♪ Any way the wind blow

♪ It blows right back to me, little one

♪ When the morning comes

♪ Bring the shining light

♪ When the nighttime comes

♪ The darkness runs so bright

♪ Any way the wind blow

♪ It blows right back to me, little one

♪ Any way the wind blows

♪ It blows right back to me, listen to me

♪ Anyway the wind blow

♪ It blows right back to me, little one

♪ Anyway the wind blows

♪ It blows right back to me, listen to me

Good morning.

Shh, he's sleeping.

Oh, sorry.

What?

I said he's sleeping.

I know what you said.

Nick!

All right, honey, this
has to be the last time.

Damn right it is.

Sylvie!

What the hell are you doing here?

I work here.

This is an office, at least it used to be.

I can explain everything.

Please, spare me the erotic details.

Is she always this
grumpy in the morning?

Please don't say that.

Grumpy?

Did you call me grumpy?

You, you...

Sylvie, no, no.

Don't take it out on her, it's my fault.

We were at a party last night

and I asked her to come home with me,

but she said she wasn't
that type of girl so...

So we came here instead.

Oh, the logic
of the feeble minded.

I don't think she likes me.

I don't think she likes me.

This has nothing to do
with you, Rita, really.

It's just a little problem

I have to work out with Ms. Girard.

Listen, why don't you go home now

and I'll call you later, okay?

You have my number.

Yeah, of course I have your number.

Bye.

Lucky for you, she
didn't ask you her name.

Look, I know that this
looks bad at first glance.

At first glance, at second glance,

at any glance you wanna take.

Where's your shame, where's your disgust?

Where's my pants?

Now you listen to me, Nick Slaughter,

this is it, end of the
line, beyond the beyond.

This time you've gone too far.

Funny, that's what you
said to me last night.

What you do in your own
life is your own business,

but what you do here is my business.

You're right.

Don't argue with me.

Who's arguing?

I said you're right.

Look, I'm sorry.

If I didn't know you any better,

I'd say you meant that.

If you did know me better,

you'd know that I do.

I'm sorry and this will
never happen again.

Never?

Never.

I forgot something.

Same time, same place next week?

I'll reserve the couch.

Have a nice day, whoohoo.

Hey!

Sorry, the bar's not open.

If you need a drink, try
suntan oil on the rocks.

It's me.

You looked wrecked, mate.

So does your bar.

Better make it a coffee.

You know you missed a great party

down at the boathouse last night, Ian.

Oh yeah?

What was the occasion?

National holiday, Bob Marley's birthday.

Screwdriver.

Phillips or Sloe?

Just make it tall, I need the vitamin C.

You're here on holiday?

Yeah, vacation.

You're lucky, you picked a good week.

Got real lucky.

Thanks.

Nice talking to ya.

Hey, watch the sun, mate.

Nice guy, but he talked too much.

He's forgotten his towel.

Hey, mister, wait up.

Hey, hold on a minute!

Son of a.

Halt!

Man, look what you did!

You let him get away!

You're the one that came
running out of nowhere.

Man, you just blew a
five-month police investigation.

You're a cop?

Yeah, I'm a cop.

Detective Sergeant Ollie Porter,

Philadelphia PD homicide.

And who the hell is that guy?

His name is Escobar.

He's wanted for murder times two

and I had him until you.

Sorry, partner,

I was just trying to
give him back his towel

when he tried to make me eat a radio.

Man, forget the towel!

Five lousy months on his tail,

five states, 15 cities, gone.

Hope you got some good
slides for the folks back home.

Man, I oughta hurt you.

Hey look, I said I was sorry.

Sorry don't get the dogs fed, mister.

Two more of the dogs, Ian.

Pretty soon the dogs
are gonna need a fire hydrant.

Who are you anyway?

Well, my father called me Nick

and my mother, well, she just pointed.

Take your pick.

I'll let you know.

So what'd this Escobar actually do?

Good beer.

Okay, I confess.

I'm a PI.

I saw the bulge in your pants.

I knew it wasn't your wallet.

You wanna play tough guy, go ahead.

I'm only trying to help.

All right, all right.

Escobar was a hit man,

a pro, 15 years in the league.

Last outing, Philly.

He cut down a husband and a wife,

murdered them both in cold blood

right in front of their five-year-old kid.

Escobar's mine.

I got enough on him to send
him to the death house.

The victims, who were they?

The guy was a mover and a shaker,

owned companies all over the place,

wife threw parties.

The problem was they knew too much.

Try it with lime,
mate, Key Mariah style.

Ah!

Philly style.

Nuh-uh, man.

I pay my own way.

I'm a cop.

Must have changed the
rules since I wore a badge.

You?

You don't look like a cop.

DEA.

Oh, no wonder.

What happened?

Got laid off 'cause
they ran out of bad guys.

So what's Escobar doing on Key Mariah?

Waiting to get paid.

For the murders?

By who?

Hey, I'm the one who asks the questions.

And you'd better be
the one with the answers.

Well, what do you know.

Nick Slaughter finally
joins the computer age.

A high-tech kind of guy.

Gin rummy?

You're playing gin rummy?

What a silly game.

It's not a silly game,
we're playing for money.

I've got that computer hooked up

to every major law enforcement
database in the country.

The world's information
is at your fingertips

and what do you do with the computer?

You play gin rummy.

Don't turn that off, this
thing owes me 15 bucks.

Excuse me, some of us
have to work around here.

The bartender told me
where your office was.

I guess I didn't tip him enough.

Is it okay to talk?

This is Sylvie, my associate.

She's the brains of the outfit.

Gin!

Sorry.

Ollie Porter, Philadelphia PD.

We ran into each other earlier on, hard.

Yeah, so hard I lost my man.

Nick usually hears that from his dates.

Who'd you lose?

It's a guy he was
trailing, name's Escobar.

Wanted for murder in Philly.

You know this island.

I wanna hire you to
help me find him again.

Thanks anyway.

I don't get it.

A couple of hours ago, you were
all over me with questions.

Well, I'm curious, but I'm yellow.

Escobar, E-S-C.

What is this, a spelling bee?

Joel Escobar?

Born in Panama City, residents various.

How'd you know that?

It's amazing what you
can find from a database,

like there's a 10,000 dollar reward

from the victim's family.

You holding out on me again, Ollie?

Relax, it can't go to a cop anyway.

You mean we get to keep it?

If you find him.

When we find him.

You got another partner
I don't know about?

You got another bank
account I don't know about?

Okay, here's the deal, Sarge.

Rule number one, you don't pull rank.

Rule number two, we get
a vote on everything.

In case of a tie, I win.

Rule number three, you
work for nothing, no fee.

You find him, you keep the reward.

Deal.

I'll just phone Carillo

and find out when we can get together

and talk about Escobar.

Who's Carillo?

He's the head of the police
department in Key Mariah.

No cops.

Okay.

Hey look, I don't like
cops anymore than you do.

Thanks.

What I mean is, I'm
a loner just like you,

but why don't you tell me
why you don't want any cops?

I hired you, not Carillo.

I mean it, Slaughter, no cops.

Call me crazy, but
when a cop says no cops,

something ain't right.

In or out?

Something ain't right.

So you're out.

No, I'm in.

No cops.

This is the dump
where Escobar's staying?

That's what it says on the towel.

Talk about your dirty linen.

The maid's been through here.

Who knows what she threw away.

You ask me, you guys couldn't
find a mosquito in a swamp.

Now Kojak, he knew how to search a room.

Did he have any visitors?

I don't run that kind of hotel.

What about phone calls?

There's a pay phone outside.

He used it a lot.

Who'd he call?

Do I look like Ma-Bell?

There's nothing here.

What do you expect,

a signed confession
with a boarding address?

What did he give you when he registered?

A load of crap.

He said he was a traveling salesman,

his wallet was stolen
and his credit cards too.

He said he was wiring for cash.

Gave me a 50 dollar bill as a deposit.

The money never came.

Did he sign a registration card?

Yeah, I got it right here.

It doesn't even have
his right name on it.

Well, at least the ink is pretty.

Man, forget about the ink.

What about that pay phone
you were telling us about?

It's outside on your right.

He used your pen to sign?

No, he had his own.

It was one of those three-color jobs.

You know, we used to fight
over those when I was a kid.

I remember this one time...

Save it for your memoirs.

You ever tried hanging up a blackboard?

I did, somebody stole it.

Why don't you take
this side of the wall,

I'll take that side.

What are we gonna do, paint it?

No, we're gonna write
down all the numbers

and then we're gonna call 'em.

There ain't that many
dimes in Key Mariah.

You got any better ideas?

Yeah.

Hey, what you doing?

My fingers do the walking.

Hey, give me a pen.

Start dialing.

Hi, is Escobar still around?

Bingo.

You got lucky.

I don't believe in luck.

And I don't believe you're that good.

All right, you know
what the book says, right?

Yeah, I wrote it.

So tell me again, how come no cops?

Just no cops, how many
times I gotta tell you that?

Until it starts making some sense.

All right, okay.

I'm not supposed to be here.

Well, where are you supposed to be?

Maybe I can drive you.

Back in Philly.

Sorry, that's a little out of my way.

Hey look, man, stop screwing around.

You know what I'm saying.

Yeah, I know what you're saying.

They pulled you from the case.

Captain thought I was overzealous.

You overzealous? No.

Man, I keep saying the face
of this five-year-old girl

huddled in the corner, trembling,

staring at her dead mother.

It gets me crazy.

What about the rest of the department,

don't they care about Escobar?

Oh they care, all right.

They wouldn't mind popping him

if they could get it done nice
and clean and by the numbers.

Only problem is, guys like
Escobar don't play that game.

You know how departments work.

Yeah, I know how they work.

If I get caught before
I get the drop on Escobar,

it's over for me.

20-year career down the tube

and the pension gets flushed with it.

You understand?

About being flushed down the tubes?

Yeah, I think I can relate.

Freeze or I'll blow your head off.

And that'd be a shame.

Where's Escobar?

Who?

This guy.

I've never seen him before.

Who are you, anyway?

Sergeant Porter, police.

And I'm Nick Slaughter.

I've got a police department of my own.

Well you've obviously
got the wrong place.

You're fixing this?

I didn't know it was broken.

Who answered the phone before?

Look around, this is a big warehouse.

I just rent my workspace
and mind my business.

What's it gonna be when it's finished?

It is finished.

It's called Naked Passion.

Oh, I like it.

What's your name?

Chelsea, Chelsea McGuire.

Hey, I've seen your name around.

Probably at the Last Dimension.

What's that?

It's the art gallery
on the other side of town.

The hottest gallery on Key Mariah

catering only to the hottest artists.

Thank you, I think.

So you just rent this
space, do your work and leave,

is that your story?

It's not a story,
Sergeant, it's the truth.

Come on, Nick,

we're getting in the
way of inspiration here.

Not necessarily.

One more question.

He likes questions.

You ever heard of a
guy named Edmond Holden?

No.

That makes two of us.

Come on, let's go.

You wouldn't happen to give
classes in art appreciation,

would you?

You don't need classes
to appreciate art.

You just have to know what you like.

I think you could bring
out the connoisseur in me.

It doesn't seem all that difficult.

If you ever need any
nude models, let me know.

I'll pay 50 bucks an hour.

What the hell are you trying to do,

wrap up every unsolved
case Philadelphia ever had?

I bet the fish is great around here.

Live on a boat and try it sometime.

All of a sudden out of nowhere

you pull out a name I never even heard of.

I like to fish.

We got a river that runs through Philly,

but there's nothing to
catch except dead bodies.

Damn it, Porter, we're
supposed to be partners.

Now who the hell is Edmond Holden?

He's the guy who owes Escobar the money.

You ever catch a tuna?

I'd love to catch one tuna before I die.

So Holden was the one
who ordered the hit.

One big fish killing another.

That's who you're really after.

If only I said
good riddance, but this time.

This time what?

Holden's the one who got
me pulled off the case.

He's a power broker from the old school.

He's wired all the way to city hall

and just tried proving that
he's tied in with the killings

and he had the politicians
and the DA convinced

that it was police harassment.

He said I had no proof he was involved.

Do you have proof?

I don't need to get my legs bit off

to know there's sharks around.

Hey, Ian!

Oh hi, Vinny.

Can I get you anything to drink?

There's something we gotta talk about.

Yeah.

Thanks.

You know what Friday is?

Your birthday?

Nope.

It's the end of our little
distribution agreement.

Really?

Yep.

I sure would hate to deprive
these good customers of yours

this fine Quatro beer.

You mean it's been four whole years

since you first grabbed
me in the parking lot

and dragged me into the back of your car

and explained the finer points

of the beer distribution business?

Time just flies
when you're having a good time,

don't it?

Which is why I need you to sign
this here renewal agreement.

Sure, but there's
just one little problem.

You don't have any complaints
about our service, do you?

Oh no, no complaints.

That's good.

'Cause I just hate crybabies.

It's just that this
bar's under a corporation

and even though I'm the president,

all the documents need to
be signed by my lawyer too.

What's his name?

I'll sign for him.

That's very nice of you.

No problem.

You first.

I've got fabulous news.

I won the lottery?

No, I found the error on
last month's bank statement.

Remember the bank said we
were 20 dollars overdrawn?

Yeah.

They were wrong.

It's 300 dollars overdrawn.

Uh, how can that be good news?

Well, it means that

my new communication program's working.

I didn't have to go to the
bank to check out the error,

I just entered the account
number and there it was.

Back home at headquarters,

we can get a printout of passengers

flying in and out of the city.

Can you do that?

Probably, but it would mean

I'd have to break into a database.

But theoretically speaking, yeah.

Do it.

What?

His name's Holden, first name Edmond.

I want to know if he's
booked on any flights

in or out of Key Mariah.

I can't do that.

Come on, what's the big deal?

You get into the database,
you check the name,

you get out of the database.

No one will know.

It's unethical, it's devious,

it's something that you would do.

Busy, Square?

Uh, Sylvie was just
insulting my integrity.

Oh, that could take a while.

I'll come back later.

It's okay, Ian, I finished.

Oh, you remember
Ian, he runs the bar.

Sure, the beer and lime man.

So you wanted to talk to me?

Yeah, are you still hanging
out with that artsy crowd?

Oh, you mean Patty the
concept artist/con artist?

Yeah, I see her occasionally, why?

Do you think you can
scoop us an invitation

to a private art show?

You should have asked me last week.

She just wrapped her car around a tree.

Accident?

No, art.

What art show, Nick?

It's an invitation only reception

at the Last Dimension art gallery.

It's at four o'clock this afternoon.

You know, I heard about this.

There's a lot of people
flying in from all over.

That's what we're counting on.

Only you'll have to
lend me a new bow tie

and it's gotta match my new tank top.

I think the artist is saying a lot

about the chaotic nature
of contemporary life.

I think the guy
tripped over a paint can.

What do you think, Ian?

I think I'm going home with her.

Ian, you have absolutely
no appreciation of art.

Why do you bother to come to these things?

Never mind.

Well, what do you think?

I like it.

You like it?

Hmm.

She thinks the jerk who did
it was making a statement.

I actually was.

You mean you're the...

I'm the jerk, yes.

More wine, anyone?

I just love the way you let the colors

build tension on the canvas

and used the concept of
negative space to release it.

I guess not.

I ain't never seen so
many phonies in one room

in my life.

Any sign of Holden?

Not yet.

According to that printout,

his friend's supposed to be here by now.

Did you recognize any
names in the guest list?

No.

Most people I'm interested in,

they don't use their real name anyhow.

Well, if it isn't my
two favorite art critics.

You see anything you like?

I have now.

Any Philadelphia buyers lining up?

Not unless I can interest
you in a purchase, Sargent?

On a cop's salary.

It doesn't leave much
room for dabbing in art.

What Ollie doesn't realize is that

beauty makes the world go round.

That's money, Nick.

Art, money, what's the difference.

If you'll excuse me,
I'm gonna get some air.

It's getting a little stuffy in here.

I think I read him the wrong way.

I didn't know there was a wrong way.

Besides these sculptures,

anything else around here belong to you?

Drawings, paintings, men?

With me, my art comes first.

With you, I wouldn't mind coming second.

Are you always this amusing?

Only when I want something.

And what exactly do you want?

That depends.

What exactly can I have?

Excuse me, Chelsea.

Nick, this is Jonathan.

He runs the art gallery.

Somebody from Armor
Corp wants to say hello.

Yes, of course.

Mustn't keep the customer waiting.

So do you sell much of her art?

Oh, yes, Chelsea is a very hot artist.

Yes, I can see that.

Would you like to
see some of her things?

Oh yes, very much.

I could put your name
on the mailing list.

But I better warn you,

most of her stuff is bought by Armor Corp.

I keep hearing that name.

Yeah, it's a big company

with offices all over the world.

They buy a lot of art!

Lately they took a real
interest in Chelsea.

I can understand that.

Excuse me.

If you ask me, that
woman is a major artist.

It might be the first time

somebody showed you their etchings.

I just can't figure our
what happened to Holden, man.

Where is he?

Maybe this whole connection
to Escobar is bogus.

Or maybe I got the wrong Edmond Holden

from the airline's computer.

No, it was him all right.

I know because the printout had

the ticket and the villa he
rented all paid by Armor Corp.

Armor Corp?

Yeah, it's one of the foreign
corporations that he uses.

Son of a!

What, Nick?

That's the same corporation

the gallery owner said was
buying some of Chelsea's stuff.

That's it!

There's nothing illegal
about exporting sculptures,

even hers.

So?

No, no, no.

The word in Philly is

Holden is running a smuggling operation

out of some place south

and he had the guy and his wife killed

because they threatened to expose him.

Wait a minute.

So Holden could have been

stuffing some of Chelsea's
sculptures with dope

and then shipping them up north.

Huh, talk about your art appreciation.

Get out!

You okay?

Yeah, my knee's okay.

But those were a brand
new pair of stockings.

Don't worry about it.

We'll buy a dozen when we get the reward.

Yeah, if I'm around
long enough to wear them.

Where did Ollie go?

He's down at the motor vehicle's

running a check on the motorcycle.

You wait here.

Wait one second.

Wait, where are you going?

I'm going down to the beach
to talk to Chelsea again.

The guy at the art gallery said

she spends a lot of time down
there to collect seashells.

She uses it in some of her work.

I'm going with you.

No you're not.

What do you want to do, ruin
another pair of pantyhose?

In case you haven't noticed,

someone just tried to kill us.

I don't exactly feel like
staying here by myself, you know.

So I'll lock the downstairs door

and you close all the windows.

Close the windows?

It's 95 degrees in here.

If you don't, you may end up in a place

a lot hotter than this,

and a hell of a lot hotter.

Oh, Square, I was
just coming to see you.

I need some advice.

Marry her.

That's not it.

Well, tell her husband it wasn't you.

That's not it either.

Well I don't think you have
anything to worry about then.

Will you listen?

What?

I think I've done something foolish.

You? No.

Me, yes.

Look, I met this girl called Jeana.

I mean, she's beautiful,
she's creative, intelligent

and she is a great
all-around type of lady.

Ian, you've got the best problems

of anybody I ever heard of.

I'm not finished yet.

It turns out she works
for a beer distributor,

Sunwest Breweries.

I tell you what, they have a
really good drop of beer, Nick.

Yeah, I believe you.

Anyway, so we get to talking

and she whips out this contract

to sign me up for the bar for four years.

So I signed it.

Well you know what they say, Ian,

never sleep where you sell your beer.

That's not the problem.

You see the thing is,

I signed the same kind of contract

with Vinny Bono and Quatro beer.

Two-ton Vinny?

What am I gonna do?

Sell the bar and move.

No, I'm serious!

I'm serious too.

Vinny is not the kind of
guy you stab in the back

unless you're wearing a bulletproof vest.

I mean, if I get out
of Vinny's contract,

he'll cut off my privates.

If I get out of Jeana's,
I won't need any privates.

Well, as your mother
probably used to tell you,

you made your bed so lie in it.

I did that, that's what
got me into this whole mess.

Look, what am I gonna do?

I cannot have both of them
deliver 100 crates a week.

Ian, I'm afraid this is one problem

you're just gonna have
to think your way out of.

Oh, yeah.

Collecting seashells for your friends?

What friends?

You tell me.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Just like you didn't
know who Holden was, huh?

I don't.

What happened to all that
charm from last night?

Last night I didn't know
you were smuggling drugs.

That's insane.

You've got me mixed up with someone else.

Unless you're the one
who's mixed up, Chelsea.

Perhaps you didn't know about

Armor Corp's not so legal enterprises.

All I am is an artist.

An artist who gets her
money from drug dealers

who work for Armor Corp.

They just buy my
sculptures, that's all I know.

Maybe that's all you want to know.

You have no right to accuse me!

You ever think about
why they buy your work?

You ever think that they might like it?

Yeah, I thought about it.

Tell you what else I thought about,

your sculptures would be a perfect place

to hide contraband.

That's ridiculous.

All my work is solid,
there's no space inside.

When they leave my studio,

all the Armor Corp people do
is attach them to the pedestals

and put them on display.

What pedestals?

The pedestals they use
for all their artwork.

They say it gives their
buildings a unified look.

Where do they do the final assembly?

I don't know.

I do know they have the pedestals made

in a small factory right on the island.

It's Crest Ridge Manufacturing.

I just can't believe my
work could be used this way.

Welcome to the real world.

When's Armor Corp picking
up the next sculptures?

I don't know.

They should be contacting me any day now.

I want you to call me the
minute you hear from them.

You got that?

The minute.

I got good news for you.

That's good 'cause I don't.

Holden hasn't left his house all day.

Well, I talked to that girl again,

I think I got a pretty good idea

of how she's moving the stuff.

Nice work.

Yeah, they're attaching
some of Chelsea's sculptures

to these custom made pedestals.

I even got the name of
the place that makes them.

Now if we can just nail Holden

making this payoff to Escobar,

we can bag 'em both.

Now how do you know
he hasn't paid him yet?

Well who do you think
was on that motorcycle?

Escobar?

If you were Escobar,

would you be in Key Mariah
with 40 grand in your pocket?

Well I tell you what,

why don't you give me 40
grand and we'll find out.

Oh.

Easy, amigo, here comes our senor.

About time, I was getting sunstroke.

Don't worry, it's good for your tan.

Let's move!

Look at him, sitting
over there like some king

while we're over here sweating bullets.

I guess that's how you tell

the good guys from the bad guys.

Which ones are we?

You're kidding, right?

No, I'm serious as a heart attack.

After 20 years working on the streets,

I still get confused.

I thought you liked being a cop?

I don't like it, I don't hate it.

It's just what I am.

Some people have a hard
time understanding that.

Like civilians.

Like wives, or ex-wives.

You never told me you were married.

I never told you a lot of stuff.

Any kids?

One.

She lives in Phoenix with her mother.

She has a smile that'll
melt a polar ice cap.

I don't get to see her much.

She's five.

Somehow I guessed that.

Oh, what is this?

It's Carillo.

Sergeant Oliver Porter?

Yeah?

Just got a phone call
that you were here.

You're under arrest.

Is it against the law
to be on this street?

It is for you.

You don't understand, man.

I'm working under badge.

And I'm working under
a court order that says

you cannot be within 50
yards of Edmond Holden.

I'm just doing my job.

Me too.

Cuff him.

What do you think you're doing, huh?

Keep out of this, Slaughter.

Two minutes, that's how
long you'd last in Philly!

Two minutes!

Make him shut up.

Chill out, Ollie.

You don't want to make things
any worse than they are.

Well how can it get worse?

The killer's out there and I'm in jail.

This ain't one of your speed
traps you're working, man!

This is murder.

Shut up and sit down

before I throw in the weapons count.

If you ask me, I think
that judge was right.

You are a pain in the butt.

You're it, man.

What are we playing, hide and seek?

I got 20 years on the line.

If you don't get Holden and
Escobar, it's all over for me.

Nothing like a little pressure.

Now Holden's gonna
think he's in the clear.

If you have a move, you
better make it fast.

Hello, Chelsea.

Did I catch you at a bad time?

As a matter of fact, yes.

Well, we've all had a bad time lately.

You see, someone just tried
to break into my office.

Are you here alone?

You mean is Nick outside?

No.

See, I don't trust Nick with sharp objects

or beautiful women.

I just thought it better if I come alone.

Don't let me stop you.

What do you want from me, Ms. Girard?

I already told you and
Nick everything I know.

I don't think so.

You seem very sure of yourself.

Well, we have that in common.

Funny thing is, we have a lot in common.

I dug a little deeper than

that paragraph in the
back of your catalogs.

You didn't have a lot growing up, did you?

I'm a survivor.

Like I said, we have a lot in common.

I don't know about you,

but a long time ago I
made myself a promise.

That I'd work my tail
off to get what I wanted

and once I had it, I'd never let it go.

I'm not gonna apologize
for wanting success

if that's what this is about.

That's what this is about.

This work was bought by...

By drug dealers!

But I never knew it!

I believe that, Chelsea.

But you know it now.

I told Nick about the pedestals,

I told him everything!

But you didn't tell him where
the drugs are being loaded,

you didn't tell him where Holden is,

you didn't tell him anything
that would get in the way

of your tidy little feed.

Oh, stop it.

Is it worth it, Chelsea?

Does the money mean that much?

I told you, I'm not a criminal!

What the hell do you call it

when someone commits a crime

and you look the other way?

Are they coming to pick
up your sculptures?

I only found out an hour ago.

You should have called.

I did, but I hung up.

Help us, Chelsea.

Help us nail these SOBs.

Can I use your phone?

That won't be necessary.

You must be Chelsea

and Ms. Girard, isn't it?

I don't believe we've had the pleasure.

Oh, you know who I am.

You and your lowlife partner
have been nothing but trouble

ever since I got here.

Why don't you just take
your sculptures and go?

Well, it's not that easy anymore.

I'm gonna be taking both
of you along for the ride,

just as a little insurance policy.

I'm sorry, I've got
some appointments to make.

So do I, Ms. Girard.

So do I.

My man.

At last, Holden

You weren't
really worried, were you?

I have been on the run
ever since I left Philly!

That cop has been breathing down my neck,

him and that gumshoe he hired down here.

Don't you worry about Slaughter.

I'm not gonna let him or anybody else

screw up my operation.

Just pay me the money

so I can get the hell off this island.

Why not?

You did the job.

You got rid of the last two people

who tried to gum up the works.

One bullet each,

nice and neat just the way I like it.

Now pay me!

Here it is, 40,000 cash.

It's a pleasure
doing business with ya.

It stirs the soul, doesn't it?

Please, Nick, you've gotta find us.

What do you think they're
gonna do to us, Sylvie?

Let's just hope they
take the poison and run.

If they don't?

I'm a little disappointed
in your friend, Sylvie.

After all that bluster I heard about,

I expected him to give us

a little more of a run for our money.

He's probably on his way
with the police right now.

Oh, I seriously doubt that.

You got what you wanted,

why don't you just leave us alone?

Temper, temper, Chelsea.

We wouldn't want to do anything to

jeopardize those lucrative commissions.

Holden, I'd rather starve

than ever sell anything to you again.

You so much as open your mouth

and you're gonna end up dead

right alongside your nosy friend.

Looks like you got things
under control here, Holden,

so I'll be seeing you around.

There's one small problem.

What?

Shooting them in front
of that five-year-old girl.

I didn't like that, Escobar.

I didn't like that at all.

We'll finish him off later.

Right now, let's make this last one fast.

There's Nicky!

Get him!

Got the whole thing
down on tape, Lieutenant.

Might even release it as a single.

I wanna talk to you.

Two million dollar drug bust,

a double murder confession down on tape

and the arrest of the two murders?

Yeah, I'd wanna talk to me too.

Well just who do you think you are?

I've got a feeling
this isn't a thank you.

No authorization, no approval,

you just march in here
as if you own the place?

I did not march, I was carried.

What if I told you
that this whole set up

was a police sting operation?

Was it?

That's not the point!

The point is, Lieutenant,
that Nick made the bust

and you didn't.

So why don't you just shake
his hand and say thank you?

Because tough guys don't dance

and cops don't say thank you.

Hey, Lieutenant,

wanna dance?

So how can I thank y'all?

Well for one thing,

don't invite us to come to Philadelphia.

Why not, man?

It's a great town,
especially now that they got

that new police lieutenant.

What new lieutenant?

Me.

Called my captain after I got released,

he promoted me on the spot.

Congratulations!

That's perfect.

Now you can arrest Carillo
when he comes to town.

I'm just glad the bad guys are in jail

and the good guys are out.

I'll drink to that.

Hey, Ian!

Another round for the good guy!

No, you've been buying.

I'll get these.

Hey, this is on the reward, remember?

On my account, we got another eight months

to carry on this way.

Yeah, right!

Time for your sitting now.

Your what?

Chelsea's doing a bust of me in bronze.

Nick Slaughter immortalized?

Hmm, it boggles the mind.

Yeah, I think so.

Cheers.

Thank you.

I don't think I'm overstating it, Nick,

you were nothing short
of an inspiration to me.

Yeah, right.

No, I'm serious.

I said to myself, what would
the legendary Nick Slaughter do

in a situation like this?

I mean, what's more important?

My life or a few fleeting moments

of unbridled passion with Jeana.

I'm thinking, I'm thinking.

That's where the inspiration came in.

I looked her in the eye and I told her

I have no intention of
honoring your contract

I signed under duress.

Ah, the old seduction/duress defense.

She could take me to
court if she wanted to,

but I wasn't gonna buy my beer off her

and that was that.

You sure you can get
away with that, Ian?

You're damn right I am.

Nick Slaughter wouldn't crumble
under this kind of pressure

and neither will I.

What about all that
inventory you bought from her?

I told her the truth.

Even if she did try and deliver it,

I didn't have the space to put it in.

Oh, well, I'll see you later.

You don't mind if I
change in here, do you?

Yeah, but...

Oh hi, guys.

Wasn't Nick sweet to offer
his place to store your beer?

Very sweet.

Come on, Nick, you were gonna show me

the oldest fortification on the island.

He's gonna need it.

♪ Any way the wind blows

♪ It blows right back to me, little one

♪ Any way the wind blows

♪ It blows right back to me