♪ 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 ♪
♪ Too tough to die ♪
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All right, Grindenko, we're good.
- Boys. - Hey.
What's up?
- Are you okay? - He's a real scumbag.
- What, he hit on you? - Would it matter if he did?
He had a couple of girls chained up down there.
Well... as long as his business is good.
He's good for it. You can't tell 'em from the real thing.
Headaches and highs. 40 bucks a pop.
You're looking at a 60% mark-up. Easy money.
There's no such thing.
Considering I'm doing all the work.
You're making an introduction.
- I want 15%. - Ten.
- This is my deal. - Don't get above yourself.
- I can take it elsewhere. - 12. Don't push it.
You're gonna be there, right? Tomorrow?
- I'll get you the money. - He only wants to deal with you.
I'll get you the money.
You wanna grab a bite to eat, Jack?
- Now? - Hm.
You wanna take me on a date, Jimmy?
No.
Well, maybe.
A little.
A little of a date? Either it is or it isn't.
- Don't laugh at me. - I'm not.
We grab a bite to eat, Jackie.
Talk business.
Two birds, one stone.
Always with the practicalities.
Yeah, well...
you know me.
Another time.
Hey, baby.
- Evie! - Go away!
Leave them alone!
Go away! Leave them alone!
Go away!
Hey... Sammy.
It's me.
You were having a bad dream. It's okay.
It's okay, sweetie.
Come on, let's get you changed.
Oh.
Come on, baby.
Grace?
- Hey, hey. - Hey.
Are you okay?
I just needed to come home.
- Hm. - He wet the bed again.
- Okay. Want me to change it? - I already did it.
- Oh. - That's good.
- So where's Jimmy? - He sent me.
- He's supposed to be here. - Well, he sent me.
Fuck!
Stop, shithead!
No!
Aaargh!
- Freeze! - I got her. It's okay.
- I got it. - Freeze!
You have the right to remain silent.
Get the fuck off me!
Aaargh.
It's okay. I got her.
What the fuck you doing here?
- What the fuck are you doing here? - You never answer your fucking phone!
It went off the reservation. We're pulling you out.
I don't have anything.
I don't fucking have anything!
It's Sam.
Is he okay?
He's okay, right?
Tell me he's okay.
Tell me he's okay!
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Does this mean I get invited to the barbecues?
Sure. They'll be a lot of them.
We're very pleased with the arrangement.
- As are we. - Jimmy, Tony.
Looking forward to it, Ted.
- Hey, Jimmy. - Joe.
Hand off your cock.
- Hey, boss. - Boys.
We pulled it off.
You pulled it off, Jimmy.
This time tomorrow you'll be partner in a bank.
Ahhh.
I wish my old man was around to see this.
When you gonna tell the crew?
They're not gonna be a part of it.
They're not gonna like it, Jimmy.
Once it comes through...
I'm leaving all this shit behind.
That's two weeks... That's two weeks before.
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Single shot, back of the head. Very efficient.
- We have an ID? - No, ma'am. Not yet.
Lieutenant, I hear you could use a hand.
Have we lifted these prints?
- Uh-huh. - Come on, you need me.
Expenses fraud. Concealing evidence.
Allegations.
Disciplinary Board didn't hold up a single one.
You're a liability, Wilson.
Tony Aldon.
The accountant of Jimmy Laszlo.
Technically speaking, not part of his crew,
which is why you got no surveillance on him.
Which is why you haven't ID'd him. Am I right?
I know we're all shaken up.
But we're gonna deal with this. We've pulled through worse.
Why Tony? He was a fucking accountant.
- I don't know. - Poor bastard.
The guy never stood a chance.
We're gonna find out who did this.
What have we got?
Karabas shut down two more chop shops on the East Side.
But... he's got his hands full.
- Doesn't sound like him. - It's the Clay Street boys.
Fucking Chinks have the city, and want the docks!
Put that fucking thing out! Charlie?
Alec's got a point.
Clay Street did hit that gook dope house over on Regent last week.
I don't buy it. Chinks know the cost of war.
- Doesn't explain why Tony. - Easy way to make a statement.
Look, I say we meet fire with fire.
I want something solid before we start anything.
Any escalation of this is gonna be bad for business.
God knows, that's in the tank already.
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I thought you were still on leave.
- What are you doing? - Finding my son's killer.
Oh, I'm sorry. Is that your job?
Where is everyone?
I'm glad to see the case is still a priority.
Come on, it's not like that.
Remember Jerry Baker?
Carved up his brother Christmas Day, about ten years back?
Attacked me in court, remember?
He was out on parole two weeks before Sam was shot.
Baker was on community service at Alameda County Juvy home.
Staff have him working the day Sam was shot.
You second-guessing me the whole time doesn't help.
Come on, Mitch, we both know you haven't broken a case in years.
Stop torturing yourself.
What if Sam wasn't the target?
What if he was actually caught in the crossfire?
A stray bullet. An accident.
Just a tragic, senseless accident. It happens all the time.
What if you're just shitty at your job?
You don't find me the car. You don't find the gun.
Who was the target, then? Those young gang-bangers?
That your theory?
You didn't get this from me.
Who's that?
What are you... Are you crazy marching in here?
Open it.
The bullets they took out of Tony Aldon.
Home-made.
Same blend...
Same blend of metals they took out of my son.
Look...
This is the first lead in Sam's case. I want in.
It will take another detective a year
to catch up on what I know about Jimmy's operation.
You are done in Oakland, Grace.
Your loan-out's finished. Now go back to San Jose.
You think Jimmy's not gonna find Tony's killer before we do?
- The bullets aren't a match. - But they're home-made.
It's a start.
My legend's intact. Jimmy still trusts me.
Even if you knew that was true...
which you don't...
there is no way I am bringing you in on this thing.
Too damn close to it. Now go home.
- Finish your leave. - Come on, Lieutenant,
- you know I'm the only... - I said, go home.
Jackie? Where the fuck have you been?
Four months... That's all you gotta say to me?
- You cost me money. - I cost you?
That was my deal. It didn't cost you a fucking thing.
I lost out and I got felt up by some slimy fucking cop,
with hairy hands and a hard-on.
Yeah, and what happened to you? Nothing.
You sat here drinking your fucking wine,
looking down on the world.
- You didn't even show up. - Smart move as it turns out.
Yeah. God forbid you should sweat a little.
Four months. Where did you go?
Union had me down in Long Beach.
The yards were backed up.
Suited me just fine, lay low.
What, now you're back? Waltz right in here.
The way I see it you owe me.
The fucking balls on you!
You brought the fucking cops to my door.
What?
Well, they were watching somebody and sure shit it wasn't me!
What you talking about? They're watching everyone. How do I know it wasn't you?
Jimmy, if I was the leak,
they wouldn't have thrown in the bust before the deal went down.
I'm fucking good at what I do. I'm careful.
Can you say that about every last man in your operation?
Every last fucking man?
Look... I'm just here to make money.
Four months out of the action I'm guessing you can use it.
And you can't?
Oh, I heard about Tony.
People are gonna be looking at you.
I figure you set up a couple of new deals, come back strong.
Oh, you're here to give me advice.
Now, is that free or you charging me 15%?
I can still put action your way. You know that.
Grindenko was just the first. Tip of the fucking iceberg.
You think Grindenko was the leak?
I have another source. Operates out of Shanghai.
Every day his factory's knocking out thousands of pills
housewives up and down this country are dying for.
You have the routes. I can get you the product.
Last year sales of counterfeit meds were worth 75 billion.
75!
You tell me you don't want a piece,
I will turn around and walk right out that door.
I thought you were gonna be home for dinner.
So where you been?
What?
Hernandez called and I went to see her.
What am I supposed to do? She's my boss.
Was... your boss. Not any more. Right?
You said yes.
Come on, Grace, what about your promise to Evie?
- You said you were done. - I am! I will be.
They need me, Tommy. And it's my job.
It's not a job, it's an addiction.
That's bullshit!
After everything...
"It's my job. It's my fucking job."
Have you ever stopped to think, maybe if you'd been around a little more...
- That's enough. - Don't you dare...
Don't you dare put that on me you fucking coward!
I said, that's enough!
You... in your room.
Right now! Go!
No!
- I said no. - Evie, I'm sorry.
Huh. You're going back, aren't you?
The great disappearing act that is my mother.
It won't be for long, I promise.
Oh, good. Another promise.
I'll add it to my collection.
- Is this a good idea? - Well, you said he gave you up.
Is Grindenko the rat? I want to know.
So you're gonna go up and ask him?
No, you are. You brought him in, you deal with it.
Jimmy, down!
Oh, fuck!
I'm hit, I'm hit, I'm hit!
Jackie.
I'm fine, I'm fine.
No, it's okay.
You tell them, I'm fine!
Jesus.
I can't believe I didn't see it coming.
I'm the one bleeding and you're feeling sorry for yourself?
People can't know how this went down.
Jimmy, someone took a pop at you.
And they'll answer for it.
Yeah, okay. Not a word.
Oh... fuck!
You're done.
Lucky charm.
Oh, fuck.
Jesus. You wanna tell me what I'm doing here?
Trying to salvage your career.
You can either report me,
or put that through Ballistics and cover for me.
Why would I wanna do that?
Cos you might finally break a case.
Wouldn't that be a novelty?
You didn't get a look at him?
No.
You can't keep ignoring it, Dad.
The boys wanna talk to you.
Tell 'em to sit tight, I'll handle this.
- What? - They're worried about you.
First Tony, now this, it looks bad.
Jeez... it's a fucking siege.
For fuck's sake, read a book. Learn what a siege is!
They're nervous, Dad.
You haven't had your eye on the ball. Business has fallen off the cliff.
Fucking recession, it's hit everyone.
You've been preoccupied, and think people aren't noticing.
- You're not... - You're not... what?
The man I once was?
You tell my loyal band of merry fucking men,
I will handle this!
You understand?
Yeah, I got it.
I got it.
Come here.
Look, I was just worried about you.
I know.
It's all right.
Max.
No, I'm fine. Nothing to worry about, nothing at all.
Yeah, you can stay out of trouble until you get out.
We'll see you very soon, okay?
Okay. I love you.
Here... talk to your brother.
Yeah, baby face.
No, no, he's fine. There's not a scratch on him.
Yeah, well, nine lives, huh?
- Hey. - Hey.
- Hoi sin. - Hm?
It's a Chinese dipping sauce.
Yeah, I had an ex who was Chinese.
Exotic dancer, five foot nothing in heels.
We pulled hoi sin from the footprints next to Tony Aldon's body.
There was a shooting down by the docks.
Someone got clipped. We found blood.
It's one of ours.
Grace Travis, San Jose PD.
Yeah, I'm gonna need to keep hold of this. Thanks.
What?
I'm looking for Grace. Is she home?
No. I thought she was back with you.
- Is she okay? - Yeah, yeah, she's fine.
My mistake.
- It's nice talking to you. - Right.
Ow!
What the fuck you do that for?
Fucking idiot.
You're back in with Jimmy, aren't you?
You really thought no-one would find out?
Interfering in a homicide investigation,
misuse of police property. I could have you arrested.
- What do you want? - Results.
I need to get on Hernandez's good side.
Well, here's an idea. Do some work.
Why, when you're gonna do it for me.
You give me what you get on Jimmy
and I'll turn a blind eye to whatever vigilante sideshow you're running here.
Let's start with the hit on Jimmy.
I know you were there.
Fine. Grace Travis, I am arresting you...
Fuck off!
A gray Sedan. That's the plate.
And Jimmy has no idea who's behind it.
Get your fucking hands off me.
You need me, darling. You remember that.
Okay?
Oh, and er... I'd go see that charming husband of yours...
He really had no idea you were moonlighting.
Aargh...
What is it?
Nothing. A sprain.
Okay, let's have a look.
I'm fine.
I'm sorry that you had to find out from that prick Wilson.
What does it matter who I find out from? It's just another lie.
They had a lead.
I tried to get in on it, but they shut me out.
But you followed it anyway, didn't you?
They're burying the case, Tommy.
It's become an embarrassment to the department.
You should have told me, Grace.
I didn't wanna get your hopes up.
Until I had something.
And do you?
No. Nothing concrete.
But you're gonna continue, aren't you?
I don't have a choice.
You think that if you find them...
When I find them.
You really think it's gonna make you feel any less guilty?
Fuck you, Tommy.
I got work to do.
You're late.
Hey, I'm sticking my neck out for you here.
You getting a taste for real police work, Mitch?
Where'd that bullet come from?
Ah, Christ.
It was meant for Jimmy Laszlo.
Oh, you're back in with him now?
How'd you persuade Hernandez?
She doesn't know? Christ, Travis.
Have you lost your mind?
I need your help, Mitch.
I don't have anyone else.
All right, there you go.
- The home-made bullet. - Hm.
Just like the one they pulled out of Tony Aldon. And the one that killed Sam.
All three different blended metals.
Whoever's making them could be mixing it up, cover their tracks.
Maybe there's no connection at all. Maybe you're just reaching.
Maybe.
But what else have I got?
That drive-by down by the docks?
Someone was taking a shot at Jimmy Laszlo.
We should get them target practice.
Suspect vehicle was a gray Sedan. That's the plate.
What did you do to your face?
Oh, you should see the other girl.
- How'd you get this? - A CI I've been working.
Car's registered to a Michael Grant.
The name's a non-starter, but the address,
some dope house on 28th Street.
DEA raided it two weeks ago.
This is er... good work.
Thanks, I appreciate that, Lieutenant.
Where are we going? My fucking shoulder's hurting.
Stop moaning, Jacks.
Oh. I'm sorry. Did I take a bullet for you?
You're dangerous to be around.
Funny.
- What are we doing here? - Keep going, it's not far.
You never wanted kids, Jack?
Nah... I don't think I'd make a very good mother.
Oh, I doubt that.
- Here we are. - Oh, Jesus Christ.
- You do it. - Jimmy. Listen.
- He gave you up, Jacks. - No, I didn't say that.
We don't know that.
It was either him, me or you. So who was it?
You want in on my business, this is my business, Jacks.
You ever see Death Of A Salesman, Jacks?
Er...
Willy Loman. That was my father.
Brought me from Budapest when I was a kid.
He bought into the American Dream wholesale.
He ran a hardware store, worked like a bastard.
Always thought people looked down on him.
You think it's all about work...
ambition...
Scrambling to the top of whatever shitty hill you're climbing.
So busy trying to get somewhere you...
you never stop to think... maybe you're already there.
Shit. It's Alec's birthday. I forgot all about it.
He's having a party tonight. You should come.
- Really? I don't... - Nonsense.
Who else am I gonna go with?
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
- Hi. - Hello.
- Hey. - How you doing, man?
♪ You make me, make me, make me feel like a superman ♪
Hello.
- Pops. - Alec.
Alec.
♪ You make me, make me, make me feel like a superman ♪
♪ I can fly! ♪
♪ Oh, baby ♪
Nice.
All right, looks like we have the plate.
The car that took a pop at me,
we have the license plate.
It's registered to an address on 28th Street.
The DEA says it used to be a dope house.
That's the Lee brothers' place.
They got that Chink restaurant over on Franklin.
Bamboo Pearl.
The Lee brothers are Clay Street.
I fucking told you it was the Chinks.
We let them in, didn't we? Huh?
We thought the Chinamen wouldn't get greedy.
They're buying up the fucking world.
I say we hit 'em.
I'll saddle up and hit 'em right fucking now. Who's with me?
We sit tight until my say.
We're here to enjoy ourselves, hm?
- Been looking for you. - I'm sorry?
I said I've been looking for you.
- I could use a drink. - I bet you could.
You're not all you pretend to be, are you, Jackie?
When I gave you the piece you couldn't do it, could you?
What am I gonna do with you, Jacks?
Hm?
Oh!
- Ah... no. - Come on.
Out, out. Out!
- Sorry. Sorry... - Come on. Come on, Jackie.
No, come on.
Fucking come on.
Ooohh!
Fuck!
Hey.
What happened to you?
They have the license plate.
What?
Jimmy has a mole in the department.
There's no other way he could know.
Ah, Jesus. You gotta get out of there.
I tried to buy myself some time.
- I think I made it worse. - You have to stop.
I can't.
You don't have anything, Grace.
The bullets are connected. I know they're connected.
They don't match.
Then we've got to find the link.
We've gotta keep trying. They were made somewhere, right?
On some kind of press that must have left marks.
We look for the marks.
He won't listen to me.
Who?
Dad.
Again with this?
He humiliates me in front of everyone.
I swear he fucking enjoys it.
You wanna be taken seriously?
Why don't you go out there and prove yourself?
You need to make them listen.
How long are you gonna keep waiting on Daddy's permission?
Mitch?
You were right. The bullets were made on the same press.
Looks like the press is home-made.
It's untraceable.
Travis? Travis?
Evie?
Fuck. Shit.
Is that pot?
What do you want, Mom?
Well, I wanted to talk about this, but...
I don't know which is worse.
I'll try better at school. Can I go now?
I'm sorry that I haven't been around.
I know you're going through a lot right now.
- Doesn't matter. - It does.
You don't understand. It really doesn't.
It's not like I miss you or anything.
Even when you're home you're not there.
There's nothing to miss, Mom.
You always cared more about Sam than you did about me.
That's not true.
You still do.
He's dead.
Is that what you think?
Huh?
I love you so much. You have no idea.
My friends are waiting.
You gotta be kidding.
So what have you got?
You self-serving son of a bitch.
You got a UC in with Laszlo?
- What are you talking about? - Don't fucking lie to me!
- Who told you? - Never you fucking mind.
I'm giving you one chance to tell me the truth.
Who is it?
Grace Travis.
Fucking asshole.
She's been compromised.
Grace?
What are you doing here?
I came to speak to Evie about her report card.
Did you know she's smoking pot?
Shit.
- Thought I dealt with that. - I don't know what to do, Tommy.
I don't know what to do.
- It's okay. - It's not okay.
It's not.
You don't have to say that.
Just tell what to do.
You know what to do. You gotta let this go.
It's killing you, Grace. Come on!
It's not gonna bring you any peace. It's not gonna make this any easier.
This is never going to be easier. You gotta start to live with that.
Come home.
Just... just come home.
Okay.
I'll come home.
I'm gonna go get my shit.
Okay.
Did you find Grace?
She changes numbers so fucking often.
Try every number you ever called her on.
If that doesn't work you go to every single place you know she's ever hung out.
You get out there and find her.
This is on you.
Didn't think you know how to use one of those.
You scared the shit out of me.
You going somewhere?
Always disappearing on me, Jacks.
What are you running from?
I just needed to get away for a bit.
- Come up for a little air. - Do I suffocate you?
- Is it that bad? - No.
It's not that.
Nervous there, Jacks?
- Answer it. - No, it's okay.
I'll leave it.
What do you want, Jimmy?
Someone really wants to talk to you.
I've got a new contact that might interest you. Someone with a direct route,
out of Kaohsiung.
He wants to meet.
Now?
You got somewhere else you need to be?
Grace!
Fuck!
- Jimmy? - Hm?
Jimmy, where are we meeting him?
It's all right.
Jimmy, I...
Everything's gonna be all right...
Grace.