My name is Tom Van Allen...
...or Danny Parker.
l honestly don't know anymore.
You can decide.
Yeah, maybe you can help me, friend.
As you can see, l don't have a hell of a lot of time left.
You can decide who l am.
Avenging angel...
...Judas lscariot...
...loving husband...
...prodigal son...
...Prince of Denmark?
All of these? None of these?
You decide.
Trumpet player...
...speed freak.
Speed.
That's as good a place to start as any.
But first, a little background on the mad world of the tweaker.
Methedrine was first distilled by a Japanese scientist before WWll.
Hand it to the Japanese, they knew a good thing when they saw it.
This guy is so tweaked, he thinks he can survive this without a scratch.
Maybe not.
Some say that 2 percent of the Japanese had a meth problem after WWll.
Factory workers, soldiers, pilots.
Maybe that's why it took two bombs to get them to surrender.
A nuclear blast is just a minor nuisance to a determined tweaker.
ln the '50s, the housewives got a hold of it.
Dexedrine, Benzedrine, Methedrine.
Now, that's a classic speed freak for you.
Skinny and cleaning house.
l'll bet her poor husband never knew what hit him in the sack.
lt was rumored that one of our presidents dabbled with energy shots.
lmagine that, a slammer in the White House.
lf it's true, l bet Khrushchev never got a word in edgewise.
By the late '60s, the government cracked down and sent it underground.
Bikers controlled the market for a while.
Now anyone with a basic chemistry kit and the right ingredients can cook it at home.
Ever see a long-haired, tattooed freak buying all the cold medicine...
...he can lay his hands on at 3:00 in the morning?
Take it from me, he doesn't have a cold.
He's a cook.
Look in his kitchen, you'll find a grocery list of unsavory ingredients.
Drain cleaner, hydrochloric acid, match heads for red phosphorus...
...ether, and of course, the cold medicine.
That's for the Ephedrine, soon to become Methedrine.
This guy is a regular Julia Child.
Problem is, even Julia screws up the bouillabaisse from time to time.
-It's not right. -You think?
Something's off.
We can do better.
This dude in my CMA meeting...
...he fucked my sister.
-Funny! -That's fucked.
He's Iike a quantum physicist. He's telling me about uncertainty.
You never know what a moIecuIe is doing.
When you Iook at it, it changes, it reacts. Like peopIe.
You wouIdn't know what I was doing unIess you were Iooking at me.
You're so Iocked in, I couId choke you!
So here's the deaI, man. We do an experiment on....
Look away. Look that way.
So that's where l found myself.
No, l should choose my words more wisely.
This is the world l sought out.
The land of the perpetual night party.
Day swallowing night and night swallowing day.
The crank compressing time like some divine piston...
...on its awesome downstroke.
We've been at this for three days.
Or is it four?
Tweakers, lokers, slammers, coming and going...
...swearing eternal allegiance and undying love for one another...
...only to wake up after the binge and realize you wouldn't cross the street...
...to piss on them if their head was on fire.
Three days.
Or is it four?
l know what you're thinking, but don't give up on me just yet.
Just wait till l've told my whole story.
And keep your eyes open.
Nothing is as it seems.
-We're out of gak! -What time is it?
-It's Iike 12:00. -Midnight?
-You okay? -Yeah.
I wouId not be into this without you.
How do we get this gig, anyway?
-I don't know. Got a deaIer in mind? -I do know a guy. Bobby.
-Who's Bobby? -Bobby's got some good stuff.
Jimmy the Finn, Iet's go score some gak.
Bobby?
They're coming.
What?
The spiders, man.
But I'm ready for you this time!
Ready for you!
You thought you couId fuck with Bobby!
With Bobby you thought you couId fuck!
Got that ass, boy! Yeah!
-Who the fuck are you? -It's me, man. It's Jimmy.
-What can I do for you? -CoupIe of eight balls ought to do us.
Six. Six.
-I can't breathe! -You know what? Don't mind her.
Don't mind her, man!
Shut the hell up, goddamn it!
You know what? I got no vocationaI skills.
-What the fuck do you want from me? -Hey, man, take it easy.
What the fuck do you want from me?
-I got no vocationaI skills! -Take it easy!
-What? -Lay off the girI!
What?
Did you bring the pIastic men?
No, man.
That's just your good crank taIking there, brother.
Fucking come on, Bobby! Come on!
Bobby? Bobby?
That rhymes with....
Hobby.
-Hobby. -Hobby.
-I Iike that. -Funny.
Bobby, hobby. CoupIe of eight balls, huh?
Six.
I Iike that. Six.
Excuse me.
I don't mean to impose, but I am the Ocean.
Thanks.
What? He's just juiced. He wouIdn't do nothing.
-It was Iike our own private soiree. -So far in, we were out!
How do you know you're doing the right thing?
I don't know, Iike peopIe around you are happy.
They say thank you and stuff.
Just go with the fIow.
Come on, brother, power chord!
For the people that don't do drugs or just do them occasionally...
...it's something that becomes your life and you belong.
You finally hit bottom and you know who you are...
...because you can't go any lower.
When you find...
...a friendship...
...that you wouldn't have found anywhere else.
Still and all...
...there's a kind of intimacy with those that can go the distance.
Sometimes you see the world so clearly...
...and you know just what to do...
...and just when to do it.
Just what you should have done and when you should have done it.
L.A. Sheriff's Department. How may l direct your call?
C.I. Number: DJ6T5KF55.
-Who's your contact? -Morgan and Garcetti.
-Hey. -Yo. Got a hot one.
You go, my IittIe tweaker friend.
I don't wanna have this conversation in the middIe of Crankville.
This the guy?
It speaks, yeah.
-Bobby, hobby, Iobby. -What?
Bobby Ocean.
Cut to the chase. What's he hoIding?
He's a tweaker. DefiniteIy gets high on his own suppIy.
-He's bugging. -What the fuck is he hoIding?
DefiniteIy a deaIer.
-I am the Ocean. -Couple of pounds, maybe more.
Mossberg pump on the floor.
Cheap-ass MAC-12, fully loaded, safety off. And some knives.
-Any company? -Yeah, there's a Mrs. Ocean.
She probably won't give you trouble, but, who knows, could be a black belt.
She was occupied at the time.
Nice job, dog. Let's take him down.
All right.
-And there was a kid. -A kid?
-You sure? -Yeah, l'm pretty sure.
Goddamn, dog. You are one observant tweaker.
Thank you. Learned from the best.
And he Iikes to use a spear gun, too. So, do be carefuI.
-I'm touched. -Fuck you, I'm worried about the kid.
If you cared so much, why didn't you do something?
Want me to do your paperwork, too?
Know why you didn't do anything?
Because you're a cock-sucking, IowIife tweaker, that's why. Shithead!
I never noticed your eyes were hazeI.
This dude will do anything to touch me.
Take him to the ChippendaIes or something.
Oh, my God. Bobby!
Why are you Ieaving me? Bobby? Why?
You need some heIp?
To think I was Iiving next to Miss CongeniaIity and didn't even know it.
Hey.
You Ieft some Chinese-Iooking shit out here.
Thank you.
Sorry I was rude. I'm just new around here.
Yeah. It's a dangerous neighborhood.
I Iive across the hall. My name is Danny Parker.
CoIette Vaughn. Thank you.
Danny. Okay.
My name is Tom Van Allen.
l'm a trumpet player.
My name is Tom Van Allen.
l play the trumpet.
My name is Tom Van Allen. I'm a trumpet pIayer.
That hurts my heart.
What a beautifuI composition.
And the performance?
Tom Van Allen is nothing short of dazzIing...
...in his interpretation of MiIes Davis' haunting, moody piece.
-Thank you. -And he has a hot ass...
...with hardIy any hair on it.
-Again, I thank you. -No, I was taIking about MiIes.
Don't!
What do you think of when you pIay?
I just think about what Iife wouId be Iike without you.
Let's spend the night here.
-There are no moteIs here. -No, no!
Right here on the beach.
Come on, Iet's do it.
l got us lost.
We should get going.
Okay, we'll stay.
We'll stay.
You gotta trust the system.
I gave you this Bobby thing. I've done a Iot of busts for you.
Put your cigarette out.
We're in church. Put your cigarette out.
It's disrespectfuI, you're smoking in front of the Virgin Mary.
Whatever.
So, I work hard. I hate what I do but I'm good at it, you know?
-I'm industrious. -Yes, you are.
So why does Garcetti hate me?
Come on, man. You can't take Garcetti seriousIy.
He hates everyone.
He doesn't even Iike doIphins.
You know that? I'm not kidding you. He does.
SeriousIy, the man hates doIphins.
Have you ever heard of anyone who doesn't Iike a doIphin?
Garcetti is a doIphin-hater.
-Hey, bro. -What's up?
How are you doing?
You tell him yet?
No, I was getting to it.
What?
Danny, it pains me to have to tell you, but remember Domingo?
The wetback you heIped us put away for trafficking months back?
It turns out that he's connected to the MexicaIi boys.
Now his homeys are making a Iot of noise...
...about hanging a CoIombian necktie on the rat.
You know what that is?
They cut a hoIe in your throat. Pull your tongue out through it.
-Fuck you! -Interesting, isn't it?
You have to take a hike. Disappear. Protect yourseIf.
You're not gonna protect me?
No, Iisten! I do bust after bust for you guys.
For a soIid year. You're nothing without me.
Over and over, and you'd cut me Ioose?
Your feIony has been dropped to a misdemeanor.
Your snitch card is full. I'll cIear it with the D.A.
And you, my friend, are going to get Iost before Domingo finds you.
Now go. Get Iost.
I onIy deaI in high-end weapons.
All guaranteed stoIen. All traceabIe onIy to the originaI owners.
GIock, semiautomatic, 9mm.
Tenifer matte finish, poIymer grip, fixed sights, 4.5-inch barreI, 22 ounces...
...doubIe-action and a 10-round magazine.
I couId hook you up with this gun for $350, well beIow market vaIue.
Maybe you're Iooking for something with a chrome finish.
Something to impress the Iadies.
A LIama Mini Max .38 Super Auto, semiautomatic.
Fresh satin chrome, bIack rubber grip, three-dot fixed sights...
...3.5-inch barreI, skeIetonized handIe, with extended sIide reIease.
Eight-capacity magazine, singIe-action.
Sir, I won't Iie. This gun is not the bomb. It will do the job. But it ain't all that.
That's why you can waIk out of here with this gun for the Iow price of $150.
Looking for power? This gun has got mad power, kick and reputation.
That's right. The Smith .357 Magnum revoIver.
Rubber combat-styIe grips. Fixed rear, ramp front sights, 2-inch barreI.
Weighs in at a feather-Iight 21 ounces. Eight-shot capacity, doubIe-action.
If it's impact you're Iooking for, the Magnum will satisfy all your needs.
These are my guns. All saIes are finaI. All prices are negotiabIe.
Fuck! Where do you find these peopIe?
The DeI Amo Fashion Mall.
MostIy.
What are you gonna do tonight?
What am I gonna do? What are we gonna do? What do you wanna do?
Why do you need a gun, anyway?
It's a dangerous worId.
Open the door!
-I'm not fucking dressed! -Yo!
-Use your fucking key! -You mad-dogging me, bitch?
No. I was just admiring your boots.
Did you purchase them Iocally?
Come on! I ain't got all fucking day!
Okay, nice taIking to you.
-Yeah, fuck you. -Just a minute!
Let's go! Come on!
How many fucking times I got to knock on this door, you fucking bitch?
-Did you go through my shit? -I didn't.
How did you know it was there? Fucking bitch! What were you doing?
What the fuck were you doing? Where's my shit?
I put it there? What were you doing?
-Get off me! -What the fuck are you doing?
-Come here! -Get the fuck out of here.
-What the fuck? -Get off me!
Bubba.
Ride them, cowboy.
It's a cIassy truck.
You Iike that?
You consider my proposition?
Get in, hoss. We'll taIk it over.
Jimmy, Iisten to me. I am in dire need of some cash.
You see that? That is what I am taIking about.
What?
You're smooth. You use words Iike ''dire'' and shit.
You got Ianguage skills, son.
-Jimmy. -''I'm in dire need of some cash.''
Listen.
I want to do a big score with Pooh-Bear.
And you know one of his deaIers.
That guy you were taIking to, Big Bill.
-You can get a hoId of him. -Yeah.
Hook me up with him. Tell him I wanna make a deaI with Pooh-Bear.
Listen to me.
Really Iisten to me, your friend.
This guy is.... Okay.
You are a circIe of something that is totally pure and full of Iight...
...and that is totally smooth and totally wonderfuI.
And he can't even understand himseIf. No one can understand it.
It's just something that has overtaken him.
It's not even him. There's something that is on him.
There's no him in there. He has this whoIe thing with his nose....
But he's got the gak.
Yeah.
-So, you in? -Yeah!
Finn's in! What's the pIan?
I got a connection who wants to buy a quarter's worth.
No, man. A quarter is not anything.... That's nothing.
A quarter of a million.
Fuck!
What's in it for us?
A 10 percent finder's fee.
What is that? That's Iike....
$25,000. You get $5,000 just for the ride.
Come on, man! Roll with the cougar!
Finn.
Might as well put a sign on back of the car begging the cops to pull you over.
You mean, to throw them off?.
Yeah, that's what I mean.
-Where the hell does this guy Iive? -PaImdaIe.
Why do they call him Pooh-Bear? Did you tell me that?
On account of his nose.
-You're going to have to expIain that one. -He doesn't have one.
I'm sure it's me. I'm not making the connection.
You know the way Winnie the Pooh aIways has his nose caught in the honey jar?
Pooh-Bear did so much gak they had to cut his nose off.
Now he just has a pIastic one. They say he hasn't sIept in over a year.
-Bullshit. -I've never seen him sIeep. SeriousIy.
Have you ever seen Queen EIizabeth sIeep?
No. What, is she a tweaker?
Yes, that's my point.
Get ready, gentIemen!
-Zapruder? -Ready.
And rolling.
OswaId!
Ready!
-Grassy Knoll? -Ready.
-And the undeniabIe Third Shooter? -Good to go.
Okay, gentIemen, here we go.
Jesus, Iook, here comes the President now!
That's the President of the United States, Iadies and gentIemen.
Here he comes, waving to the crowd.
Look at the First Lady.
She's Iooking radiant as ever. LoveIy.
As they turn the corner into DeaIey PIaza.
Here we go, gentIemen. Get ready.
Get ready!
Steady.
Steady!
Fire! Fire!
That's shooting.
Got a feeIing there's a proposition Iooming here, Danny-boy!
I got a guy, reIiabIe, wants to buy a quarter's worth.
Crank, huh?
-No, gIass. The good stuff. -GIass.
Can you handIe that? Can we taIk price?
Make me an offer. Have some of this. Have a taste of this.
-No, I'm good. -It's deIicious. Have a taste.
I'm telling you, it's good.
Have a taste. Come on.
-Fantastic. -Secret recipe.
How about $14,000 a kiIo?
I onIy deaI in U.S. pounds. None of that faggot, metric crap.
That's around 40 pounds for...
...$6,000 a pound.
Okay.
We got a deaI.
Anything for a dear friend.
Forty pounds at $6,000 a pound.
If you say so.
I don't mean to be rude, but I don't think you're taking me seriousIy.
I think it's you who's not taking me serious.
I'm just here to do a deaI.
I weIcomed you here with open arms. I did.
You're sitting here Iike some sIick, used-car saIesman, trying to Iowball me.
I'm not trying to Iowball you.
I'll tell you about the Iast guy who tried to jam me up.
-I'm not trying to jam you up. -I Iove this goddamn story.
This dude shorted me $11. Thought I wouIdn't count it before I went home.
He was wrong.
You know what I did?
I put his head in a vise.
He's screaming and hollering. You shouId have heard it.
I cut this guy's skull open with a hacksaw.
I was staring at this boy's brain.
I was thinking, he doesn't need this thing.
Anyone stupid enough to try to jam me up...
...must not have much use for his brain.
So I took it.
I did. I keep it in the freezer.
Every once in a whiIe, I cut off a sIice...
...and mix it up with my dinner.
Or my breakfast.
$10,000 a pound.
Thanks for your hospitaIity.
Hang on. $9,000, take it or Ieave it.
I'll Ieave it. $8,000 is as high as I can go.
All right. $8,000 is good. $8,000 sounds good, Danny-boy.
$8,000 is where I was going. Eight's my Iucky number. Looks Iike we've a deaI.
You know, you got a Iot of nerve.
You got a Iot of nerve. Pooh-Bear Iikes that in a young man.
Hey, hang on a second!
Wanna stay for Iunch?
I got your ass! I'm a dog! Look at this.
I'm a fucking dog!
Shit!
-Can I ask you a question? -Sure.
What does J.F.K. stand for?
John FitzgeraId Kennedy.
And he was the President of the United States?
And he was killed?
They assassinated him.
Hey, Danny.
Thanks for not Iaughing at me.
All right. Here's the deaI. Listen up.
My wife's pimp knows a guy at Cedars-Sinai medicaI Iab.
He'll be making a very speciaI deIivery a week from this Friday.
Is it drugs?
Better than drugs. It's Bob Hope's stooI specimen. We're gonna boost it.
Why in the worId wouId you want to do that?
So we can sell it.
-To who? -eBay.
I don't know, a collector. It's Bob Hope.
He's a fucking nationaI treasure.
I mean, exactIy. So here's the deaI. This here is the Iab.
What is that?
-The Iab. -I mean, what kind of fucking drink is that?
-A Cuba Libre. -What is that? Like rum and Coke?
-Don't worry about it. It's irreIevant. -I gotta be cIear on the detaiIs.
-Can I taste this? -No, you can't.
Put the Iab down and shut the fuck up. Come on. Goddamn it, guys, focus.
Danny, if I am going to Iet you in on this, the Ieast you can do is pay....
It gets frustrating. Focus. Here we go. This here is the courier.
This dude makes the delivery on the nose every Friday at 4:00 p.m.
The Alpha Team will be in the elevator. That's Danny and Creeper.
We'll all have night-vision goggles, police scanner and two-way radios.
It'll be bad ass! Number Two Team will be by the stairwell.
-That's me and Jimmy. -Wait a second!
-What about me? -No chicks.
-What? -No chicks.
No chicks?
-Do you have a driver's Iicense? -Yeah.
-Does anybody eIse here have one? -No.
So you can be the getaway chick. Or you can be my fIuffer.
The AIpha Team will follow the courier out from the eIevator.
Kujo moving.
Number Two Team will cut the courier off before he even gets to the lab.
Facing superior numbers and an array of high-tech weapons...
...the courier will have no choice but to compIy with our demands.
-Get off it! -Let go of the sampIe!
You Outbreak-Iooking motherfucker! Come on, drop it, fucker! Get up!
Here's the beautifuI part: the getaway.
Both teams will rappeI down the center of the staircase.
Change cIothes. WaIk out the front door Iike nothing fucking happened.
I'm okay!
Oh, fuck.
Nice.
-Danny, you in? -I have to pass on this one.
You'll what?
He'll pass! Jimmy, you in?
No. I'm good.
Are you in or you out?
What are you doing out here?
Quincy.... Oh, fuck.
My boyfriend kicked me out. Whatever.
-You okay? -Yeah, thank you. Good night.
Okay, good night.
-I'd invite you in, you know. -No.
Why don't you Ieave this guy?
Not that easy.
Yes, it is.
What's this?
You were married, huh?
Was she everything to you?
Yeah.
That's nice.
You have anyone Iike that?
Yeah, I've got a kid.
She's staying with my grandma whiIe I get another job.
Well, Iook for another job.
So where does Quincy fit in?
I had a few medicaI bills.
You'll have a Iot more unIess you get rid of this guy.
Yeah, well, I will.
One way or another, I will.
Bubba, we're good. Pooh-Bear is in. And you got the $250,000, right?
So, Iet's do it.
Nope.
What nope?
I wanna do a small buy first.
$10,000. Cash on the barreIhead. We'll see how it goes.
No! You said the whoIe whack now. This guy is ready. I toId him you were.
He'll think I'm a Iiar. It's gotta be now. What's the difference?
I don't know him. And I don't really know you, partner.
-That's downright insuIting. -You'll have to Iive with that.
My money, my risk, my ruIes.
You're in a very tenuous position on the food chain, hoss.
He won't like this. l'll take it....
Do you beIieve this weaseI-face prick, trying to pull this off without us?
Motherfucker.
-Fuck! -Hey, dog.
-What the fuck are you doing here? -Hey. Jesus!
You fucking scared me! I thought I was in troubIe for a second.
Quit Iying to me.
Did you really think you were sIick enough to pull this off by yourseIf?.
-I don't know. -Did you?
I didn't want to do anything without.... You toId me to get Iost.
I was just trying to do a good score so I couId get Iost.
Am I supposed to sit around till Domingo kills me? Come on.
Parker, who's on the other end?
Pooh-Bear is his name. His nickname. I don't know his name.
He's a cook and a deaIer in PaImdaIe.
I'll just do whatever you want. I'll call the dude, tell him it's over.
Wrong, paI.
You're gonna roll over on these guys.
-What are you taIking about? -You don't have a choice.
We can go fed on your ass right now. Ongoing criminaI conspiracy.
Intent to buy and distribute $250,000 worth of crank.
-What's the mandatory on that? -Ten years minimum.
Yes.
And beIieve me, word will go out that you rolled over and snitched.
And that's not good in prison, dog. That's not good at all.
Holland DaIe Monty, a.k.a. Pooh-Bear.
Served five years mansIaughter for beating a pimp to death with an eIectric wheeIchair.
-That sounds right. -Here's the scoop.
Looks Iike Pooh-Bear scores dope by ripping off other sIingers.
You can see how Iucky you are.
What's to stop him from doing me as soon as I get in the room?
-We're coordinating with PaImdaIe P.D. -That makes me feeI reaI good.
Shut up. Don't worry about it. Just do what we tell you.
Do everything by the book. Pooh-Bear goes down, nobody gets hurt.
What about the other thing?
-The menacing siIver car. -Did you check the Iicense pIate?
-Brace yourseIf. -The Domingo boys, right?
-It's worse than that. It's much worse. -Don't fuck with me! What is it?
It's a teacher.
The car is registered to a Mrs. Nancy PIummer.
She's 57 years oId!
She's been a third grade schooIteacher for the Iast 33 years!
Dog, have you been tweaking with the higher education?
You're getting paranoid. You better Iay off the gak.
CIiff said he saw you downtown a few weeks ago.
That's how we tracked you down.
He said you Iooked so bad he bareIy recognized you.
Billy's a narcotics officer now, you know.
We want to heIp you.
I know that everybody deaIs with grief in their own way.
I know how hard it is to find cIosure.
For myseIf, I feeI I have finally found it in my heart...
...to forgive those peopIe that killed my daughter.
I gave my grief to Jesus Christ and it heIps.
I'm really happy that you found some peace. That's good.
I want you to Ieave me aIone. Do you understand?
Listen.
Nancy has been coming downtown. I've seen her and it's dangerous.
Just make her stay away, okay?
Turn around.
My guy changed the deaI. I want to taIk to Pooh-Bear.
-I'll tell him for you. -See? That's his.
Don't say a fucking word.
-Pooh-Bear, what's up? -He's bIue.
We're coming down from a 10-day ride, man.
Pull your pants down.
-You heard him. -Pull your motherfucking pants down!
-What the fuck you taIking about? -LittIe Bill.
Put your fucking hands up. Put your fucking hands up. Come on!
I toId you he's a good-Iooking young man. HoIy shit!
You know...
...sometimes a man will do...
...aImost anything...
...to get what he wants.
I've done some things.
Introduce him to Captain Steubing.
Hey, now, Iisten.
We don't have a deaI? Fine. I'll just go.
What do you want me to say?
Captain Steubing, he hasn't eaten in over a week.
That and the rabies don't make for a happy badger.
Now, he thinks that you might work for the poIice.
That's crazy! I don't work for the poIice!
Don't impress me. I'm not the one making the accusations.
Address Captain Steubing.
-Go ahead. -Captain, this is crazy.
I don't know what you heard, who you heard it from...
...but I am not a cop. I don't know if you've checked me out.
I don't think he beIieves you.
Drop your package in the cage.
There's an idea. Maybe put your pee-pee in the hoIe there.
I'm not gonna do that. Listen.
Come on. Come on, boy.
Goddamn it!
You better start taIking because he's going to get you!
All right! Okay, okay.
If you're gonna say something, you gotta say it now!
Jesus! Jesus! Okay!
It's LittIe Bill! He was taIking shit about you.
He was saying he's cutting you out. That's why you guys had troubIe IateIy.
I saw him. He took the money I brought you. $10,000.
He taIked about how you'd Iost it. He's carrying it.
-Shut the fuck up. He's Iying. -Why wouId I Iie? He's got your money!
PeopIe say a Iot of things when they're sporting badger food for a pecker.
Right!
Then again, peopIe do a Iot of things when they're around a Iot of money.
-It ain't a bad idea to check it out. -Come on, Pooh!
-We're just checking. -What kind of shit is this?
-How do we know if we don't check? -This is bullshit, man!
-What the fuck is this, homes? -LittIe Bill?
It's not what you think, Pooh. Tell them, man! It's not--
What the fuck was that?
What was that?
This was supposed to be a test, right?
$10,000 worth of good gIass and then $250,000....
-Oh God! -Fuck.
-You got to take it easy. -Can I have a gIass of water?
I'll get you some water.
Oh God! Pooh, pIease!
Oh God!
Dear Mother of God, Bill! PIease, Bill!
Thank you. That shit wasn't right.
Can you shut him up over there, pIease? Shut up!
I've got my sampIe. Here.
-I sense a IittIe apprehension. -No, no. I just....
You're making me nervous.
You're not gonna back out on this thing, are you?
PIease don't do that.
That wouId sincereIy hurt my feeIings.
Danny.
Danny, are you there?
Oh, Jesus.
If I couId just stand here for a moment, I'll be fine.
Sure.
Thank you.
Look at us. What a pair.
Can I try that again?
I can't.
Shit.
You shouId go.
What's going on?
There's someone eIse.
Yes.
It's okay.
But I still owe you for a cup of coffee, whenever--
No, wait.
Don't go.
I want to taIk.
I'm tired of Iying.
What you want to do is you want to go back the way you came.
Make a Ieft at the bottom. It'll take you right back to the highway.
That's it?
Do you mind if I use your bathroom?
Sure. Go past the TV, turn right. It's the first door on your Ieft.
-Do you mind? -Make it fast.
Let's go.
I couId have done something.
They wouId have killed you, too.
I couId have fought.
I couId have died.
I'm dying now.
You're not dying. You're right here.
Listen.
I want to do something good.
I want to heIp you with Quincy.
You can't heIp me with Quincy.
Yes, there's something I can do. Come on.
Here, take this.
I can't take that.
No, it's not what you think.
This is my pager number.
Take this bag and hide it where you know he can't find it.
When you know he'll be there for a whiIe, page me, then Ieave.
Why?
Some guys will take care of him. You won't see him anymore.
-I don't want to do this. -It's okay. They're cops.
I work with them. I messed up. You can fix this.
Do it for your daughter.
Yo, man, I ain't got nothing! Get these cuffs off me!
-Bubba. -Yes?
-You got the money? -Yes.
Okay.
Make sure you come aIone because Pooh-Bear doesn't Iike surprises.
l ain't an idiot, asshole.
See you tonight.
A man of few words.
What's up? You nervous?
You two cIowns watching my back?
Make sure you hit the fIoor when we come in. It couId get ugIy there.
We don't want to accidentally shoot you.
-How did it go? -You tell me.
You ready to go meet the team?
Well, get in, Hoss.
For those of you who don't know, this is Tom Van Allen, a.k.a. Danny Parker.
Around a year ago, Mr. Van Allen's wife was murdered...
...in a meth Iab out near the SaIton Sea.
No one was ever apprehended for the crime.
LocaI authorities have aIways assumed it was an intrusion by rivaI drug deaIers.
UntiI Tom took it upon himseIf to conduct a one-man, undercover operation...
...at great risk to his own personaI safety.
-He's a civiIian? -Yes, he's a civiIian.
How the hell did you pull this off?.
You said you saw one of the perpetrators--
No. l was in the bathroom.
In the house? What about the house?
In the house.
Did you see hair coIor?
They had masks on. I didn't see....
Forensics found this red hair on your wife's body.
That's how it started.
We'd stopped for gas at the Salton Sea.
l had seen a man with red hair.
lt was the ring that drew my attention.
l knew the ring.
-What is it? -Nothing.
-Why didn't you tell him? -I wanted to find him myseIf.
-I wanted to kill him. -What about the ring?
lt was a college ring.
Central Valley. Where my father once taught music.
l tracked him to the L.A. Sheriff's Department.
l would have killed him right there, but l had to be positive.
Even if Morgan was involved, l had to be sure about Garcetti.
So l became Danny Parker.
Oh, shit!
Son of a bitch!
What the fuck?
l dropped myself right in their laps.
Morgan.
l was a perfect rat.
l did whatever they wanted, gave up whoever they asked for.
But l knew l had to go further.
l had to get closer.
I needed a big buyer. It had to be a perfect setup.
One that I knew they wouId hit even if they didn't incIude me.
-But it never happened. -That's when he called me.
We had a C.l. call Morgan and Garcetti with an anonymous tip about it.
Do you beIieve this weaseI-face prick, trying to pull this off without us?
Motherfucker.
l dumped a dummy file into the system.
We got the 411 on your boy. Appears to be a major trafficker in Texas.
Jumped baiI on a murder charge Iast ApriI.
Murder? BeautifuI.
Pumped 57 sIugs into a poIice informant.
They took the bait and we were off to the races.
This is bullshit. This guy's a fucking rat.
How do you know you're not jamming two good cops?
All you really have is one red hair. It's still your onIy evidence.
Not anymore. We tapped their phones and computers at the sheriff's office.
Morgan and Garcetti have not fiIed one report on this deaI.
They haven't coordinated with PaImdaIe P.D. They're keeping it off the books.
It Iooks Iike we got the right guys.
We'll find out for sure tonight.
They called me a fucking rat. They don't beIieve me.
Get Pooh-Bear to meet at the Tropic MoteI. Everything will work out fine.
Oh, come on now. You are doing the right thing.
I don't see you have any choice.
You wouIdn't have stood a chance with those boys.
I need you to do your part. And I give you my word I'll do mine.
I'm counting on you.
Catch.
It's $10,000.
What I want you to do is worth more, but it's all I couId get.
You onIy owe me $5,000. That's not till after we cIose the deaI tonight.
I don't want you to come with me. I want you to do me a soIid, instead.
-Okay. -Let me tell you what it is first.
It doesn't matter. I'll do it. And you don't have to pay me.
-Why? -Like, you're my best friend.
I'd do anything for you.
-Wait. -Listen.
Are you ready? Come on, be ready.
-Listen. -Check that out.
-What is that? -It's you.
Check it out.
I didn't have a picture so I described you. Good job, right?
You Iike it?
-It rocks. -SeriousIy?
-I know it's a IittIe weird. It's not? -You're insane.
My God, I will be so fucking A-pIus after tonight. SeriousIy.
We'll Iay out a miIe of crank.
You start at that end and I start at this end.
Jimmy.
-Quit that shit. -What?
I quit, Jimmy.
I came over here to tell you I'm going straight and to say goodbye.
What?
Will you sit down?
Look, I'm not a deaIer, okay?
Hey, just chill. SeriousIy, it's okay, Danny.
I'm not Danny!
I'm sorry. I'm not Danny, okay? Are you Iistening?
I'm not Danny Parker.
I became Danny Parker. He's a rat.
I'm not a deaIer.
Everything I've ever said to you is a Iie.
I'm a rat.
But I became a rat for a good reason.
-What's the reason? -I can't tell you.
Why not?
Why not? Because you don't trust me.
-No, Jimmy, no. -You don't trust me.
Everything, Iike, everything that you said is a Iie. Right?
And you're not who you say you are.
What the fuck is that? You don't Iike me!
No, that's not it.
That's not it. That's not what I'm saying at all.
You're my friend, okay?
You're my onIy friend. I wasn't Iying about that.
But all of what I've done is for this pIan, okay?
It didn't work. I'm just trying to make it right.
I really need your heIp.
But I understand.
What do you want me to do?
l'm on my last smoke. l gotta pull over and get some more.
A pack of GCPs.
$2.75.
This is the Red Team. We're in position.
All right, peopIe, heads up.
-How are you doing, Joe? -Copy. I have a visuaI.
Okay, it's all yours. Keep it safe, please.
-It's about a haIf-hour till kickoff. -Pooh-Bear needs a IittIe Iandscaping.
Any word from Pooh-Bear?
You okay, Hoss?
What in the hell?
Danny toId me to tell you he was sorry...
...and that he was gonna take care of things himseIf.
Goddamn it.
Our boy's a 97.
Where is Bubba?
Maybe he's not coming.
Shit.
Danny, what the fuck are you doing?
Where's the money?
Tell me he's got the money.
Yes, our friendIy is definiteIy handIing the cash.
Ready?
Let's do it.
I can't get IittIe pigIets out of my mind.
I think of one in particuIar with cutout-crotch panties.
What's happening?
-He's cIean. -It's high card, boy.
We're gonna do a deaI?
High card wins, gentIemen.
On three, boys.
-Three. I got a queen of diamonds. -Shit.
Suicide king of hearts.
-You're the man. -Yes, I am.
-Need to take a piss. -All right.
-What are you pIaying? -HoIe in the head.
Don't you want to pIay for reaI money?
-Fucking asshoIe! -Skipper, goddamn it! CaIm down.
-Get yourseIf a beer, boy! -You stupid motherfucker.
He's a IittIe upset there.
Here we go. Look at this.
Look at this here. Good job, Danny.
That's a Iot of money there. Jesus. It's enough to make you weep.
Bill!
Bill, you ought to come in here and see this!
Bill! It's a hell of a Iot of money!
That's just really beautifuI.
Hot damn!
Damn it! Shit!
Hell!
When are you gonna go away?
That's okay. That's how it's gonna be.
That's how I'm going. I'm going. I couId be....
I couId be a cowboy if I onIy had haIf a chance.
I'm just on a goddamn rocking horse, that's all!
That's all right, that's all right.
That's okay. I know, I'm just a IittIe boy.
That's all.
That's okay.
I'm fine!
Just a IittIe boy on a rocking horse. Ain't no big thing.
No big thing at all.
I'm gonna be all right.
Jesus.
That's all.
That's all you get, cowboy.
Goddamn!
All cIear!
Did we all end at the same time?
It's okay.
Fuck.
Danny.
-My name is Tom. -God!
-Tom Van Allen. -Jesus!
Jesus! Okay, okay.
Whatever you say. Whatever you say.
What are you doing? Come on. Look at me and taIk to me.
You're Iost. The SaIton Sea.
You're in a bathroom. You're shot in the shouIder.
Your wife is about to be murdered in the other room by two thieves...
...with ski masks on.
Jesus.
Do you crawI out and die with her? Do you stay? What do you do?
I don't know.
-Answer the question. -Oh, God!
-Answer the question. -I don't know!
-What do you do? -Jesus.
Do you die?
Or do you fight?
I couIdn't have known.
God. I don't know what you want me to say. I just couIdn't have known.
Tell me.
I wouId....
PIease don't do this.
-l'm sorry. -She was so precious.
-You shouIdn't have killed her. -I'm sorry.
-You shouIdn't have done that. -I didn't know.
You shouIdn't have done that. What do you do?
Does that answer your question?
I fight.
I fight. And I die Iike a man.
You. You've Iived your Iife Iike a punk.
You're a coward.
And now you're going to die Iike one, huh?
Smith .357.
Rubber combat-style grips.
Fixed rear, ramp front sights, 2-inch barreI.
Weighs in at a feather-Iight 21 ounces. Eight-round capacity.
Or did I say nine?
Which one is it, mister? Eight or nine?
It's a pretty big fucking difference, if you ask me.
It doesn't matter.
-What? -It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter. It's too Iate.
Eight.
My name is Tom Van Allen.
I'm a trumpet pIayer.
No. Your name is Danny Parker. You're a motherfucking rat.
No!
-What's happening? -I'll tell you what's happening.
The fucking cops came. They didn't find shit.
Their fucking rat gave them the wrong information.
Fuck with the MexicaIi boys, that's what you get.
Domingo figured you were the one that ratted on him. Guess what?
I brought a fucking rat of my own.
You set me up?
Man, that fucking bitch pIayed you Iike a squeezebox, Romeo.
-They've got my daughter. -She had no fucking choice, man.
She took a good beating for you. I've seen men crack after haIf of that.
-I'm so sorry. -One tough bitch you got there, huh?
-It's okay. -I'm so sorry.
It's okay. It's okay.
Let's go.
-I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. -Now!
Let him burn, bitch.
So who am l?
Who am l after all is said and done?
Tom Van Allen or Danny Parker?
Avenging angel or plain old Judas?
l don't know.
You decide.
l'm too tired.
You decide.
Oh, shit, what is this?
Am l dead?
Linoleum?
This must be hell.
Oh, no, what a cliche.
l've had some time to think about it and it's pretty simple after all.
l think it's like the man said, ''Man is the measure of all things. ''
l should know. l ran the gamut.
Tom Van Allen got his revenge. Good for Tom.
And Danny Parker? He got gut-shot for being a lowlife rat.
That sucks for him.
As far as l'm concerned, they're both dead.
So who is this guy?
Tell you the truth, l still don't know.
But l like his chances.
l really like his chances.
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