♪ Too tough to die
♪ Blessed are those who believe
♪ Who believe and have not seen
♪ I wasn't there and it's got me wondering
♪ No room to turn
♪ Let alone learn
♪ And I am...
♪ I'm too tough to die
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Jimmy, I didn't know about the raid.
It was not a set-up, I swear to God.
Really? How very fucking convenient.
Where are my phones?
I ran 'em.
For me, not the cops. None of this is going anywhere.
You better fucking have something.
You think we're standing here for the view?
One of your crew was receiving empty texts.
Blank, nothing on them.
Soon after he got them the cell site on his phone showed he came here.
I mean, come on, look around you.
These are meetings neither party wanted anyone to know about, especially you.
Whose phone?
Charlie's.
What are you gonna do?
I'm gonna talk to him.
Like you talked to Grindenko?
This is Charlie we're talking about.
He's a foot soldier.
Whoever's moving against you, that's not Charlie. You know that.
You know that.
Whoever's sending him the texts, these are the guys we're looking for.
Give me Charlie's new cell number.
Next time he receives an empty text, I'll know.
We'll know.
Come on, Jimmy, if this is going to work, you've gotta trust me.
The bus driver gets pretty pissed if you don't have the correct change.
Eugh.
Any ID?
Hector Diaz and Lee Garza.
A couple of locals identified them as low-ranking members of Lazlo's crew.
Enjoy the moment. I reckon these are the guys who tried to fry you and Fleming.
What is this? Clay Street retaliation?
Well, Jimmy's pretty relaxed if it is.
My guess? Their heads have been gift-wrapped.
A peace offering from Jimmy to Clay Street.
Christ. Jimmy said he'd do anything to help.
I didn't anticipate decapitating his own guys.
Alright. Check this is some kind of perverted truce and just do the paperwork.
- Sure. - Hey.
Tread carefully. We can't afford more blood on the sidewalk.
Oh, and I'd lay off the sweet and sour for a while.
The heads were your idea.
Yeah.
That worked well.
Yeah, I'd say so.
You got us off the hook.
For now.
How do you think the crew feel knowing every time you fuck something up, they pay?
They were punks.
You gave an order, they followed it. What's the problem?
You take care of your people, you don't murder them.
You didn't even put one in their temples, for God's sake.
You decapitated them. Jesus.
Those boys died because you disobeyed me.
That's not leadership.
You want to sit in this chair one day?
Hm?
You remember that.
Hey, hey, that was a genius move, big brother.
I could have done with you inside.
Don't you fucking patronize me.
(Car alarm)
- What the hell're you up to? - Christ, you're suspicious.
Anyone would think you'd been a cop.
Jesus Christ, Wilson.
Knowing people's a two-way street.
I'm familiar with all your little habits.
I don't have time for reminiscing. Get out.
(Sighs) Two young guys with nowhere to put their "I love Oakland" caps.
It's kind of crude.
Especially for Jimmy.
I take it by your silence you know what I'm talking about.
So what do you want?
We got headless corpses.
Did Jimmy and Clay Street do a deal?
Do we have peace breaking out in the city?
Open your shirt.
Let's not be formal. I'll just take off my pants.
Open your shirt.
I'm not wired.
I wouldn't do it to you, Travis.
The Lee brothers wanted money or blood.
- The debt's settled. - Good.
My turn.
What's Hernandez's next move on Jimmy?
Nothing.
Nothing?
Hallelujah.
By-the-book Hernandez has finally seen the light.
I don't get it.
She's pulling back from the investigation.
She doesn't want any trouble.
Hernandez?
I'll be seeing you.
Hi.
I got Charlie's new cell number.
We can get your guy at the phone company to track it.
Who Charlie calls, where he goes.
And most important, most important,
when he receives another empty text. You got it?
Already on it.
Hernandez is taking her foot off the gas on Jimmy and Clay Street.
Oh.
Well, let me work something.
See if I can make Hernandez as the mole.
You're thinking like a cop again.
In that case, want me to run Jimmy's new number too?
By going back into that fire you showed not only outstanding courage
but the true qualities of leadership.
Lieutenant Hernandez, myself and the entire department
are in your debt.
You have a hell of a future in front of you, son.
Thank you, sir.
- Well done, buddy. - (Applause)
Thank you.
Congratulations.
Is there something I should know?
Meaning?
You're taking your foot off of Jimmy Lazlo.
The perps were "delivered".
Two fucking heads?
That boy could have died in that fire.
Saving your life.
I'm aware of that, sir. And I know how much I owe him.
We don't have anything connecting Lazlo to the fire.
If I was fully resourced I'd be pursing Jimmy Lazlo 24/7.
The Lazlos and Clay Street aren't spraying the sidewalks
and I owe it to decent folk to keep it that way.
- Whatever the cost. - Is that it?
You're gonna blame it on budget cuts?
That's not what I'm saying.
I want to be kept informed of every detail of your investigation.
Tony Aldon dies, two of Jimmy's crew turn up with no heads.
Lazlo's empire is in turmoil.
Apply the pressure.
Finish him off.
Hey, Charlie.
Hey, Jimmy.
- You eaten? - No.
How about some clams over in Seaport?
Let's get out of the office.
(Crowd cheers and game commentary on radio)
'This has historically been a good park for pitchers.
Hitters will have more success shooting for gaps in base hits
than they will trying to hit the long ball.
Here's a ball hit hard along the ground...'
- (Crowd cheers) - 'Cross swings and misses
as he strikes out for out number two.'
(Commentary continues)
Maybe it's age.
Christ.
I've been shot at before.
You start thinking about what's important,
what really matters.
You and me...
how many years now?
- 25? - 27.
27.
(Car door slams)
(Trickle of liquid)
(Chuckles)
- What? - I drove him past the spit.
What the hell were you doing?
What am I going to do, wait for some blank text?
No, you rattle Charlie
enough to make him arrange to meet with whoever he's working for.
We do not freak him the fuck out.
If he thinks we're on him for real, he'll take off.
Christ, Jimmy.
You told me not to kill him.
I didn't kill him.
We flush out Charlie's conspirators my way.
Alright.
(Whispers) You're the cop.
Did you order Alec to kill those guys?
No.
What?
You cut off their heads?
What, are you going to start on me too now?
I owe you an apology.
The way you negotiated with Clay Street.
It was brave. Brave and smart.
Smarter than your brother's solution. Jesus.
I had a plan for you.
Alec.
The market's shrunk. The Chinese are taking over the whole fucking city.
It's hard, getting harder to make money,
so I thought...buy a bank.
- A bank? - A small private bank.
Get everybody else to break their balls chasing the dollar.
They deposit their proceeds with us, we launder it at a reasonable commission.
I buy a vineyard, you get to be CEO.
So...what went wrong?
I've been creaming off our profits for some time.
I didn't tell anyone.
Not your bother, nobody.
Robbing banks they get...buying?
Tony was laundering the money.
Building a paper trail, bringing it back into the US clean.
The day before he was due to close the deal, he was shot.
And?
Dad?
I went to get the money.
It wasn't in the account.
- Where is it? - I've no fucking idea.
25 million.
Disappeared in the fucking ether.
- 25 million? - If I don't come up with the money in three days,
the whole deal's sunk. It's gone.
Was it Tony? Was he stealing from you?
I don't know.
Maybe. Maybe he was working for someone.
- Who? - Someone here.
Here?
So you think one of the crew is moving against you?
Jesus.
I know you and Jacks, Dad...
I go away to prison and she isn't here.
I come home, she's invited to family parties.
Jacks is okay.
- I'm just thinking. - She's okay.
She brings in good business.
Right now we need it.
I got the business degree, Dad.
Mm-hm.
If I can help...
Did Tony leave any paperwork?
Your guest, Mr. Lazlo.
Thanks.
Please.
Yeah, thanks.
Thank you for agreeing to meet me on such short notice.
You have your father's taste.
In some things.
Did you tell him we were meeting?
Did you?
Dad's got a lot going on right now.
Tony's murder, the assassination attempt.
Yeah, I know. I took the bullet.
And I thank you for that, believe me.
But I'm here now.
Dad's got me to support him.
How about your family, Jackie?
- My family? - Yeah. You got any?
My dad's dead.
Mom hitched up to a bottle of whiskey.
Did Dad ever talk to you about my mom?
No.
They were high school sweethearts.
Way back.
You know, when he had nothing.
She passed a few years ago.
A love like that only comes once a lifetime.
Why don't we cut the crap?
I get that you want to protect your father.
That's family, right?
You think I'm after his money? Let me tell you,
there are easier ways for a woman like me to part a guy from his cash
than working the docks.
What do you recommend?
No idea.
Never been here before.
You know, Fat Lucy's is right around the corner.
Does the best burgers in the Bay Area.
A friend of mine drives 40 miles for their cheeseburger.
Fat Lucy's?
Shall we get out of here, go there instead?
(Cellphone rings)
I'm busy.
Yeah. I'll be right there.
I'm sorry. I gotta take a rain check.
- Tom... - Grace.
- Who hit here? - What do you mean?
- Are you okay, sweetheart? - Didn't you get my message?
Evie hit Miss Morrison.
- What? - Yes.
What the hell did you do to her?
Okay. Jesus Christ, Grace.
Nothing.
It's okay.
Evie was upset earlier.
Shelley was trying to comfort her.
It's understandable.
She's lost someone very close to her, someone she loved dearly.
Grief can creep up on us any time.
My God. You say that kind of shit to Evie? I'm not surprised she hit you.
Grace. That is enough.
I apologize.
This is all a shock.
She's been suspended from school.
Until further notice.
Evie?
(Cellphone rings)
Yeah, hello?
Charlie get an empty text yet?
'No.'
I said I'd call.
(Line goes dead)
(Game commentary on TV)
Hey, Charlie.
- I didn't see you. - Hey.
Don't leave on my account.
No, I'm not. I'm just...
I'll just knock this back and leave you in peace.
Can I get another whiskey on my tab?
You don't have to buy me a drink?
What's the harm?
Cos I'm not sure Jimmy would appreciate me and you drinking together.
If Jimmy can't trust you, who can he trust?
You left me hanging there, Charlie.
The Grindenko bust.
You kicked out of there and left me high and dry.
Sorry.
- I was in flight mode. - Yeah.
Can we make a toast?
Sure.
To my son...
..who died a while back.
He was seven years old.
Oh.
Is this the anniversary?
Every day's the anniversary.
How did he...
Wrong place, wrong time.
To Matthew.
Me and Nancy planned on having kids.
She said she wanted a houseful.
But she got diagnosed with MS not long after our wedding, so...
We had a change of plans.
We had them changed for us.
She cut me loose.
That's what she said.
Said she cut me loose
so that I could go and build a life
with somebody who wouldn't need her ass wiped.
I couldn't do that.
Till death do us part.
To Nancy.
Nancy.
How's she doing?
Not good.
But we don't talk about it.
God, Charlie, I'm sorry.
I mean, the cost of the treatment,
that must be painful enough, right?
Insurance premiums. They've gotta be nailing you.
I don't pay insurance premiums.
We got dropped from the policy.
What?
Nancy is not cost-effective.
My wife is dying
and those motherfuckers dropped our insurance policy.
What's so urgent?
I think I got the motive.
Motive?
Why Charlie's changed sides.
Why he's part of the move against you.
He's drowning in debt.
They pulled Nancy's health insurance.
He never told me.
Maybe he didn't think you'd be interested.
No, he would have told me.
Well, he told me, Jimmy.
You know, she's sick, needs a lot of care.
This is crazy. I'm going to talk to him.
No, no. We agreed, we agreed. Rattle, not freak.
We need Charlie to arrange a meet with the real players.
Now, we do what all good detectives do
and we get to Charlie where he's vulnerable.
Through Nancy.
He loves her, Jimmy.
And she's gone soon. He can't bear it.
You smell of whiskey.
Are you drunk?
I don't know. A little.
Did Charlie hit on you?
That is not your business.
But you are my business.
Who am I with right now?
Grace or Jackie?
There is no Jackie.
Are you sure about that?
(Cellphone vibrates)
(Cellphone rings)
Mitch?
'One of the phones sent Charlie an empty text.'
That phone was sitting right outside Sam's school
the day he was shot.
Why isn't Charlie taking care of this?
He hasn't been on top of things lately.
I need to talk to you.
I'm busy.
(Low exchange)
You didn't pick up your phone. I went by your house.
What do you want?
We got a link.
I need you to come.
(Mutters)
Now.
Outside in five minutes.
Jackie.
Max.
I'm just going for a coffee. You want to join me?
No. Thank you.
Your dad and I have got some business to close.
Everything okay after you got pulled from lunch?
Yeah, fine.
Just a consignment docket that got lost.
We should do it again sometime.
Yeah, I'd like that.
See you.
You can count on it.
The deal, Max.
That's all Jacks is interested in.
What link?
One of the guys who sent a text to Charlie.
That piece of shit was standing outside my son's school the day he was shot.
Charlie knows who killed Sam.
And it's the same piece of shit who tried to take you out.
Come on. What are you doing?
Driving. You're too pumped.
I am one step away, Jimmy.
We're too close to fuck this up.
Charlie fucking knows.
And we gotta find him.
Jesus, you're the one who made the plan, alright?
Tread carefully.
We pay a courtesy call on Nancy,
see how tough things are, what she gives us.
Charlie hears I made a home visit, he'll worry.
Come on, out.
Or I'm dragging you out. Come on.
Alright, alright.
Maybe today he won't leave.
Every Saturday Charlie goes to the diner.
Watches the pre-game, lays a few bets.
I've known the guy a long time.
We came up on the docks together.
I'm sorry.
Charlie, man.
I'll get over it.
Yeah, yeah.
- Come on, come on. - Relax.
It takes Nancy time to get to the door.
Oh. Hello.
Mr. Lazlo and Miss Hays to see you.
- Jimmy! - Nancy.
Jackie.
You look even more beautiful than you did at Max's party.
You're too kind.
- I brought flowers. - They're lovely.
- Shall I take those? - Yes, please.
Thanks.
This is such a great surprise.
The last time you came by was...
Before Maddie died.
I know. I apologize.
No, I understand.
It's going to hit Charlie hard too when I...
Hey, ssh.
I'm counting on you, Jimmy.
You've got to see him through this, okay?
You've got some serious equipment here, Nancy.
Yeah, the control room, Charlie calls it.
I'd love to know what insurance company you're with.
I mean, how the hell does Charlie manage the premiums?
Do you mind her hearing this?
No.
I felt dreadful about the money. I mean, right from the start.
It's such a relief to finally be able to say thank you.
Charlie said that you wanted to keep it quiet.
Between him and you.
But, Jimmy, you saved my life.
Without all this...
well, I wouldn't be here.
- Charlie. - What are you doing here?
Who gave you the money?
Who gave you the fucking money?
- Get her off me! - Don't hurt him.
Get this bitch off me!
- You want me to call 911? - No cops.
- Give me a name! - Ow!
Give me a fucking name!
- Shut up! - Give me a fucking name!
Hey, calm down. Calm down!
You are fucking this up.
I will handle it.
You fucking go back in there, I swear I will hurt you.
Now, go in the fucking car.
Hm?
In the fucking car.
(Front door opens and closes)
We need to talk.
It's going to be alright.
Whatever he's done, don't kill him.
Oh, Jimmy, please don't kill him.
Please.
Why didn't you come to me?
Cos you seemed to have other things on your mind.
For us. Everything I was doing was for us.
Who gave you the money, Charlie?
Hm?
Give me a name.
I'll protect you.
I'll look after Nancy. You have my word.
You're my oldest friend, Charlie.
Did he give you a name?
You almost blew it. Your cover, the whole deal.
Jimmy!
You're right. I haven't been paying attention.
So what, we just drive away?
He isn't going to skip town and abandon Nancy.
I'm guessing he's going to contact whoever gave him the money and arrange to meet.
Alright? He's not going anywhere if he thinks we're sitting outside.
Trust me. Hm?
There'll be an empty text.
I'm sorry you lost your son.
(Cellphone rings)
Yeah?
Charlie's broken the pattern.
He's sent an empty text. Maybe he wants a meet.
Whose phone did he text?
A new number. I never came across it before.
We're on.
(Cellphone rings)
Hello.
Get your phone guy to send another empty text from Charlie's phone.
There's never been two texts sent in a row before.
Well, I'm staring at an empty horizon here.
Send another empty text.
- Wait, wait, wait... - (Line goes dead)
Shit.
- We should go after him. - No, we wait for Charlie.
I mean, what's going on?
Where the hell is he?
There's something wrong.
Why isn't he here?
We better get back to Charlie.
Charlie! Hey!
Charlie!
- You can't come in. - Charlie...
- Mrs. McGinley isn't... - (Jimmy shouts)
Nancy, where's Charlie?
He's in his den watching the game. What is it? What's going on?
(Game commentary)
Yeah.
(Game commentary)
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