Announcer: Previously on "Crash"...
( crowd scuffling )
- ( tires screech ) - ( glass shatters )
Kenny: l'm sorrry your car got damaged
in the line of police duty.
- ( tires screech ) - ( glass shatters )
You're fucking nuts, you know that?
Kenny: step out of the vehicle, please, sir.
You keep harassing us, he could do something terrible.
He's a very powerful man.
l need your help. Gustav's being deported.
They're saying something's wrong with his Green Card.
- You can't take my place. - What?
You can't take my place.
Aren't l enough for you anymore?
l took you in when Peggy left you-- 1 1 years ago!
l have done everrything l could possibly do for anyone!
( bump )
Hey, easy on the brakes, Sebastian.
Coclsucker! This ain't "Driving Mr. Blackie."
- ( grunts, thuds ) - Whoa.
Fucking faker!
What are you doing? You're gonna kill him!
ls your father helping us with this renovation?
He is my father. l'm taking care of him
and l'm not parking him with strangers.
And you think a major bathroom remodel's
gonna make him love you?
You're better off knocking those houses down and
building a golf course.
Tell him l'll have the money when l have the money.
l'm doing everrything l can.
( theme music playing )
TV Reporter: Here in the Antelope Valley,
just north of Los Angeles,
a wildfire continues to rage out of control.
This blaze started last night around 1 1 :00
near a subdivision of new homes just nearing completion.
lt has now spread towards...
ls that where all the smoke's coming from?
Shh. Yes.
Did you take the last yogurt?
Firefighters have been unable to contain the blaze...
is that anywhere near Dad's development?
They don't say exactly.
- Does Dad know? - He's out there, Megan.
He got a call last night.
ls he all right?
He hasn't called. l can't reach him.
Oh, but l'm sure he's fine, sweetie.
Don't worrry. We'd have heard something.
Hey, Ben, you up?
- Yeah. - Oof!
You believe this wildfire shit, man?
Like sneezing black glue.
Wanna run up to the Sierras,
maybe breathe some clean air?
( sniffs )
Oh!
Hey, Ben! Jesus Christ! Ben!
Ben: l'm doing my stretches.
No, you need to come here, man. Like right now!
For real!
Oh!
- Feces? - What the fuck, Ben?
He must have taken that step-stool there,
and clambered up on the stove,
situated himselfjust so,
and then maliciously evacuated his bowels.
Who?
Who'd dump out on the stove?
- The Doctor. - Why would he--
He's regressed to a primitive infantile hostility.
That's nasty, man.
He is far sicker than l ever imagined.
lf it was him, yeah.
What do you mean, "lf it was him"?
Was it you?
No! Jesus! Fuck no!
l mean, his jealousy, resentment and fear
have diminished him to such an extent
that the only way he can express himself
is through his ass.
Come on, man, it's only body waste.
Right.
lt cleans up, man.
You gotta get somebody who does that to do that.
l mean somebody who does that specifically.
Did l ask you to do that,
to clean that up?
Don't bother. l'm just saying.
Go upstairs, knock on the Doctor's door,
and tell him that l want to speak to him now!
Hey.
Come by for a little quickie, did you?
l think lnterrogation Room Two is free if we, uh--
What about Gustav? Are you able to help?
Aw, bureaucracies,
especially with the federal government--
it's, uh, it's a game of inches, you know?
What does that mean? You said you could help me.
Come here.
Look, the guy at lmmigration is working on it, right,
but they gotta pull 60 pages of paperwork,
check it for errors of fact.
And then they send it to the regional office,
and if it's approved, they put it up to Washington.
The soonest Gustav could be deported is 30 days.
Deported?
Come here. Christ.
Look, you gotta be prepared for the possibility.
Hey, how you doing, Jim?
l mean, he is an illegal alien.
He stood second in our compania, okay?
l told you he's a verry important man.
Compa-- what?
lt's a clan-- a Gypsy clan.
( chortles )
You're a Gypsy?
Don't fucking play dumb with me, okay?
Like a fortune-teller?
l thought you were Hispanic, okay?
His brother Marko is the Rom Baro, our king,
and he's furious.
lf Gustav is going to be deported,
l'm gonna be the one to pay for that.
Pay for what and why?
Gustav suspected we were fucking.
He told his brother Marko.
l denied it and there was no proof.
But if Gustav's gonna be fucking deported
it will look like l arranged for that
and something bad could happen to me.
( laughs ) Come on.
Do you think this is funny?
l could be shunned or expelled. l could be killed.
You're forgetting the L.A.P.D. has your back.
All right?
Fuckin' Gypsy kings can foam at the mouth
and threaten women,
but l will lock his royal ass up
just like any other perp
if he steps one hair outside of the law
or shows the slightest disrespect for this,
which l hope to God he's stupid enough to do.
You stay away from Marko.
l'm telling you, he's dangerous.
Please. l asked you to help me with Gustav.
l will, l promise.
Just free Gustav.
That's the only thing that could save me.
Yo, Doc, you awake?
lt's me, Anthony.
Ben wants to see you, man.
Doc--
Oh my God.
You'll receive a generous severance package
in recognition of past service.
l will pay for your psychiatric treatment,
which you most desperately need, my friend.
Ben.
Well, where is he?
Have you ever found anyone dead in your house?
No.
The first thing you do is make sure they're gone.
They way he looks--
appearances can be deceiving.
Unfortunately, in this case they're not.
You remember that first day you went to work for me?
Remember those numbers l showed you in the kitchen?
Yeah.
Well, call 'em. You tell them that l have a crisis.
( grunts )
Oh, God.
Oh!
You should have said something.
l had no idea what you firefighters
are up against till last night.
Can't say how grateful l am to you guys
for all your efforts.
You say you live in the city.
How'd you end up being out here?
My G.C. called. l drove right over.
You got a card with your number on it, sir,
in the event we need to get back in touch?
That's my home and my cell.
ls this fire contained?
We lost five homes and a horse barn
in Placerita Canyon.
One of our guys got caught when the barn collapsed.
They transferred him to a burn center in Sherman Oals.
Are you sure?
l mean, uh, it's just the first l heard of it.
Gee, l'm so awful sorrry.
You look like you could use some rest, sir.
Why don't you go home?
( Mexican music on radio )
( speaking Spanish )
( all laughing )
So what exactly is the complaint?
This guy Marko is giving a friend of mine a hard time.
So this is personal?
You know, Kenny, you're one of the best cops
l've ever worked with, bar one or two incidents--
l respect you too, Bebe, more than l can possibly say.
Until that car accident a few weeks ago.
When we hit that woman, you lost your mind.
- This stuff with her-- - Yeah--
is spilling into your professional life,
which l'm not gonna put up with forever.
Neither is the job.
As soon as this one matter's cleared up--
Look, l got her in this jam, all right?
l gotta get her out.
Then, no more, l promise.
( raps on door )
Police.
Yeah?
Hello, there, sir.
Officers Battaglia and Arcel.
- Are you Marko Camlo? - Yeah.
Yeah, l wanted to talk to you
about your sister-in-law lnez.
l understand that her husband Gustav
is in a bit of a bind with lmmigration.
l promised l'll do
all that l can to help in that regard,
but unfortunately these bureaucratic situations
can be a nightmare. l'm sure you understand.
Yeah?
Now lnez, she's worried--
you know, what with the possibility
of her husband being shipped off
and her being left alone here.
Now, l know you'll keep an eye on her.
l mean, she's your brother's wife, right?
Yeah, well, as a police officer,
l've promised that l will look out for her too.
You understand?
l promised l'd make sure nothing happened to her.
Like what?
Apparently she seems to think she's in danger.
That's all l can say.
And how do you know lnez?
My partner and l
were involved in a car accident not long ago.
And you have been fucking her.
You better watch your mouth, sir.
ln her car, in the motel-- you gajo pig!
Everrybody just get back--
This Pygmy cop pounds on my door
like he's selling cookies
and threatens me with gajo-fucking whore lnez.
And you know what?
l think you deported my brother Gustav.
No, it was l.C.E., sir. lmmigration, that's all.
No, you stole my brother
so you could pillage his wife!
Step back before l put you on the ground, okay?
l'm gonna put you on the fucking roof,
you little fruity boy.
You have some--
How's that for a fruity boy? Does that work for you?
Marko: You're gonna see--
4-Bravo-10 requesting backup.
Peter? Peter?
Oh, thank God.
l've been trrying your cell. l woke up and you were gone.
Dad, you look awful!
l've been breathing smoke all night to save a wheelbarrow,
two bags of peat moss, and some garden tools.
What about the development? ls it all right?
The firemen stopped the flames
40' short of the houses.
- Thank God! - The new plantings--
1800 square feet of lawn--
the low-water hedges,
everry bit of landscaping on the place--
charcoal-- all of it-- black.
Only the structures were insured,
and they weren't touched.
( nails scatter )
Well, then they're okay.
l couldn't sell those houses before it was a fire zone.
You think somebody's gonna want it
now that they're sitting in a pile of ashes?
l hate to say this, because
l know how hard you've tried, Christine,
but this job is a disaster.
This job is not a disaster.
You're just upset.
No. You can't turn a Monterey Colonial
into an ultra-modern air-and-light museum space.
That's not what we're doing.
And if you'd bothered to discuss it with me once--
or Sean-- maybe you would know that.
lt doesn't matter.
The bank's not going to refinance anymore anyway.
There's no money left. But if we shut down now,
there's a few thousand left to live on.
Peter, don't panic. We will get through this.
l'm not panicking, okay?
l just have more experience than you!
l've been doing this for 20 years!
Trust me!
You want to call your architect,
call your architect!
l have no choice! He has no choice!
lt's time to start being honest with yourself, okay?
lt's not working! We're fucking ruined!
( clears throat )
A detective from the Gypsy task force
is on his way over.
He wants to have a word with you.
- What have l done? - Today?
Assaulting an officer.
Last week, who knows?
A siding scam?
Maybe brewing some crankcase oil
over somebody's driveway
and then saying it's new blacktop?
Purse-snatch Universal Studios, perhaps?
You tell me. You're the Gypsy.
You racist son of a bitch. Gajo cop.
Why don't you save your insults for the detective?
He may even know what the fuck a gajo is.
Listen, you help my man close a few open cases,
he may get you out of here.
( people clamoring )
Bebe: can you please watch them for me?
Man: Yeah.
What's going on?
Okay, everry single one of these citizens
has come in to make a statement against you.
- What? - Mm-hmm.
Baldo Crosik says you demanded
free food from his restaurant
and harassed his customers
until you got a Spanish omelet.
That's bullshit.
l don't even know what Gypsy food is.
Shondor Bimbai
claims you've charged him $200 a month
to drive by his palm-reading joint,
increase police presence for a price.
You know that's not true.
Yeah, but he's still gonna put it on record.
You think any of these clowns are aware
that it is a serious offense
to make false allegations?
They don't care!
You busted two of their daddies
and fucked a member of the royal family.
l thought lnez was Hispanic!
Latina!
God, these people go to these lengths
to fuck you up at work,
you think they're gonna stop there,
that they won't take this personal?
Your wife, your home, and your family--
think about that,
maybe even before you unzip your prick next time.
( Mexican music on radio )
( whimpering )
( music playing louder )
( man, woman chattering )
( dog barking )
( door creaks )
Eh.
( speaking Spanish )
( whimpers )
( laughs )
( sobs )
( flies buzzing )
( screams )
- ( vacuum cleaner whining ) - Ben?
Ben?
Shut those things off! You can finish in here later.
lt's not exactly what you signed up for, is it?
l ain't gonna cut out now.
lf you're worried about me thinking
that you'd throw a dress over your head
and run for it when l need you the most,
Well, l won't.
Yeah, you will.
Anyway, l'm gonna stick by till you're past this.
Thank you.
So your business manager
said we should get out of here
before the Coroner's men arrive.
We should take a pool cabana at the Beverly Hills Hotel.
Yeah.
We'll hole up under the canvas there, poolside,
until the Doctor's memorial service.
We gotta tell the concierge about our bereavement
because we don't want to be mobbed by a bunch of whores.
l can't stand their distasteful sentimentality,
especially at a time like this, when the grief is real.
There are more of them, aren't there?
Come here.
- What the-- - Hey!
Put that down!
You guys got business in here?
Get the fuck out! Move! Move!
Move. Get out!
They don't even look how Gypsies are supposed to look.
Very few of them have flashing eyes. You notice?
Yeah, well, Pali Gauril and Florica
all say you threatened Gustav, stalked his wife,
and pressed her for sexual favors.
Yeah, well, l'll get lnez
to make a statement refuting that.
You're gonna have lnez make a statement?
Obviously, we're gonna have to massage it, finesse it,
leave some parts out.
Look, l'm sorrry this thing's gotten out of hand.
- Yeah, you think? - Relax, will you?
They're just upset because Gustav's coffin
is being shipped back to Transylvania.
lt will pass.
Did you have anything to do
with Her Majesty's husband being deported?
( sighs )
Her brother-in-law Marko is king, all right?
l'm not so sure lnez is even a royal personage.
Well, did you have anything to do
with her husband being hauled off
by the l.C.E. guys?
- Jesus Christ, Kenny! - What?
l've had it! Pull your fucking shit together
or get yourself another partner.
l'm a sworn law officer,
and if l know an individual is illegal,
then it's my duty to report it.
- Bebe-- - What?
Where the fuck's the coffee machine?
My goddamn computer's missing too. Are you ki--?
You see? lt ain't just me. They're fucking locusts!
we have a bigger problem here--
You're all locusts!
That's right! You! You!
Turn around. Turn around.
We got a few things missing around here.
Which l say are too large
to be carried about the person normally.
Except, they absolutely have been.
Yeah, perhaps this man took them in parts.
Listen, we are missing
some verry valuable city property, all right?
Coffee machines, copier toners,
copiers!
What's wrong with you people?
l want you to all go to the front desk,
where you will wait
for an assigned officer to search you.
Do we understand each other?
Yeah, you want to put in fake reports about me,
it's your right to do so,
just as it's my right
to make sure you're arrested for it.
And when the Captain's bowling trophy goes missing,
all bets are off.
That's when all the rules go flying out the window.
So scram. Get to the front desk now. Move!
Go to the front desk. Come on. l don't have time for this.
Go! Go!
- ( booing ) - Yeah, boo boo boo.
( doorbell rings )
Hey. l hope you don't mind. l brought my son Charles.
We were headed to Oxnard when you called.
Sure, no problem. Nice to meet you, Charles.
Nice to meet you too.
My daughter Megan's in the kitchen watching TV.
Maybe you could join her there.
Um, sure, thanks, l will.
You didn't waste any time getting here, did you?
You expect me to after you shut down my job?
- l had no choice. - We have a contract.
You don't give orders on my site or send my workers home
or modify my instructions in any way--
All right, all right.
l should have called you first,
let you fire the workers,
then fire you. l didn't. l apologize.
What's your real problem?
The way you run your site-- it's haphazard, disorganized,
- wasteful, poorly planned-- - Bullshit.
Sean, Peter--
Your wife told me you shut down because of money.
He had a right to know, didn't he?
Money was a factor.
All right, it's not about your work, okay?
You got some verry good ideas--
not my taste, but original. l can see that.
l'd be happy to work with you.
We can trim the fat and l'll defer my fee.
l don't think so. Sorry.
Can you at least listen to him?
lt will cost more to restore this place
than it will to complete it.
My lawyer will call you to settle.
You'll be paid for all your work up to now.
Why are you doing this? lt makes no sense.
Hector will put everrything back the way it was.
But that would take months.
lt'll take some time, but l costed it out.
lt'll save us almost eight grand.
l can't stand the way it was. We can't go back.
No, we can't. And we can't go forward.
So l guess we're stuck here like this.
( phone ringing )
Hello. Yeah, that's me.
What do you mean, "accelerant"?
What kind of accelerant?
l don't know anything about that.
Uh, can you let yourself out?
- Say goodbye to your son. - Sure.
Peter?
Hey.
What have you done?
What do you mean?
l needed your help freeing Gustav,
not arresting Marko.
Wait a second. You said you were in danger,
that he threatened you.
This way you've made it worse-- more dangerous.
lf that's true, l didn't mean to.
Can you explain?
Gypsies' ways are ancient. lt's more than 2,000 years.
lt would take me forever to explain it.
Look, if you want to help me, just unarrest Marko.
Let him go. And leave me alone.
Please, could you just do that?
Okay.
Sure. l'll do it for you. Now come on.
lt'll be good for them to see
that you're the one that got him off the hook.
So, Marko, you should thank your sister-in-law.
She's the reason you ain't looking out a wire window
on a bus to County.
So take your people and get out of here.
You come back for whatever reason,
or if l hear the slightest fucking whisper about violence
or threats to anyone,
l will bring you in on fresh charges
and reinstitute the old ones.
Yeah. ( chuckles )
- ( pained grunt ) - All right, relax.
- You got it? - Yes.
Good.
Then we're done.
Take your people and get the fuck out of my police station.
We got work to do.
( speaking Romany )
Hey, what's the matter? You didn't hear me?
You don't lay a fucking finger on her or any woman,
you understand?
Or what? You'll deport me like you did Gustav?
- Oh-- - What?
You didn't.
You deported Gustav?
Marko: Now she knows.
( speaking Romany )
( screams )
lnez...
Hey, lnez, hey.
What are you doing?
What the hell are you doing?
l need to get out of here.
Was that call about the fire?
Apparently it's arson. They found accelerant.
Arson?
Well, do they have any idea who might have--
Oh God. Peter.
Peter, no, you didn't.
Apparently they think l did.
That's why the investigators want to talk to me.
Someone could have gotten hurt.
A fireman did. He's in the hospital, badly burned.
So if he dies, it'll be murder?
For Christ's sake, do you think l meant to hurt anybody?
You did it?
The wind came up, against all predictions.
Jesus Christ, Peter!
What the fuck were you thinking?
- Why? - l did it for you,
for this, for all this-- for the shoes,
the handbags, the plasma TVs,
- the important stuff. - Oh no no.
Don't you put this on me.
Don't you tell me that our standard of living
is why you torched the Antelope Valley.
How dare you say l put that gas can in your hand?
The market's dead. l can't sell a fucking house.
How many times did l say that to you?
But you kept expanding your remodeling project.
l didn't want to tell you no.
l couldn't.
l didn't want to disappoint you.
Where will you go?
l think it's best if you don't know.
God.
What about Megan?
You gonna leave without saying goodbye to her?
l'll tell her-- l don't know.
- What will l do? - Daddy can pay the bills.
He never seemed to mind,
unless he saw me eating a ham sandwich
he thought he'd bought the mustard for.
Or did you mean something else?
You've spent us into bankruptcy
remodeling the house--
You said go ahead!
You approved all those drawings!
And with an architect you never stop talking about,
who you spend all your available free time with.
l like him. He's an artist. He talls to me.
And after a day of talking to him
you come home and fuck the shit out of me.
ls that what you think?
Why are you hiding it?
You want a divorce.
l do.
l do want a divorce.
( speaking Spanish )
There was once a filthy carp
who swam around his tank
until it got so dirty and dark
it made him sick.
And since he couldn't see,
he lay on his belly on the gravel
and tried to die.
But he couldn't, and uh--
he woke up.
The concerned fish, they told him,
"You can't live like this. This water's filthy,
and it's poisoned you."
These good fish,
they cleaned up the carp
and his little tank,
and for the first time,
he saw the gravel on the bottom
was pink and green,
and there was a mermaid
with bubbles coming out of her head,
and there was a thermometer
that was close, and it gave the local weather.
"You've got to find a new way of life,"
the concerned fish said,
"because you're gonna fuck this up
and we'll find you floating.
High in the Sierra mountains," they said,
"in the clearest stream,
lives a fish found nowhere else-- the golden trout.
And this marvelous fish will come and will live with you
and teach you to live clean."
So, the golden trout came to stay with the carp,
and taught the carp every day.
Now, they call the carp a coarse fish,
how fairly l can't really say,
though for sure it's true
that carp do live the best they can.
The carp went on living the way he did,
and he didn't notice
that the golden trout was getting sick
until it was too late,
and the golden trout died.
Sebastian didn't kill himself. He--
he, uh--
he died trying to save my life.
And if that was a foolish thing,
can we agree that it--
that it was a noble one?
- l fucked it up. - No, you did good.
My son was not a fish!
No no no. l'll drive myself home.
You're too fucked up.
Just give me the keys.
l killed the Doc,
just the same as if l beat him to death with a mattock.
Ben, he killed himself, man. l mean, the pills,
God knows what else.
No. There were others before the Doctor,
all bright, ambitious young people
who come to me for work, bringing their dreams.
They're all gone.
Mark from Denver-- l mean,
he gassed himself in the orchid house.
And that lovely young girl--
Aleazia-- she drowned.
And then there was this young English, uh--
uh-- kid-- um, his name-- uh, escapes me,
but he was electrocuted, man!
You attract damaged souls.
No.
l am the Grim Reaper.
l am become Death.
Get out of my kill zone!
l can take care of myself.
Don't worrry about me.
Anthony, l like you.
You're a good man.
l don't want to kill you
like the others.
You're fired.
Now give me the keys.
You're fired. Give me the fucking keys!
That's your third.
Yeah.
Something happen at work?
Bebe's just having some trouble with her boyfriend.
Hmm. l didn't know she had one.
Yeah. l think he's a real douchebag,
but she's falling for him pretty hard.
lt's a shame. He treats her like shit.
l just wish there was something l could do.
Well, that's sweet, but she's a grown woman.
l mean, if she hasn't figured it out by now--
( doorbell rings )
Are you expecting somebody?
No.
l got it.
l need your help. They're going to kill me.
All right, come in.
Kenny? What is this?
( door closes )
Oh my God.
Wait. Aren't you the lady with the car?
You said Kenny owed you. What the hell is this?
Grab some ice, honey, will you?
Yeah.
Where are they? Hey, l'm gonna fucking kill them.
Look at me.
- Please-- - Where are they?
Stop. Okay?
Thank you.
With two boys we always have plenty around.
Can you give us a minute?
What happened?
There was a Kris. lt's a Gypsy court.
l have to pay restitution.
Gustav provided for a lot of people.
Slow down, honey.
You're gonna have to explain that to me.
l need money. l need to pay for the damages
and a penalty for destroying Gustav's family honor.
lt can't be much, right?
His brother the King steals coffee machines.
Can you give me some money?
Please?
Yeah. Of course. How much do you want?
As much as you can.
You have to help me.
Okay.
Just relax.
- There's $80. - ( sobs )
l'm dead.
This is not gonna help me.
Okay.
Wait here.
l locked her husband up
for a felony assault on a pushcart vendor.
Now it seems her brother-in-law hit her.
l'm gonna run him down tomorrow
but until then she needs some money,
just to get her a place to stay, that's all.
You can't send her to a shelter?
She won't be safe there, Amy.
You still have the rainy-day money set aside?
Are you fucking kidding me?
- What do you want me to-- - Don't lie to me!
Not this time, not again.
Who is she?
- She's a friend. - How good a friend?
l thought things were good now between us.
- They are good. - Then, why?
After all the others-- you promised.
What did l do wrong?
l'll get some help this time.
l will, Amy. l promise.
l'm so sick of your fucking promises.
Yeah, go ahead. Take the money.
Give it to your whore.
ls it for an abortion?
No.
Here.
That's it?
That's all we have.
That's not enough.
Look, sweetheart, l'm a cop, right,
a fairly honest cop.
l don't have 10 grand under the floorboards.
My wife's been saving that in a sock
for our vacation, okay?
You can use your credit cards to get an advance--
No, lnez, no.
l've given you what l have, okay?
lf you're still in danger,
l'll arrange for police protection.
All right?
What about you and me?
l've given you all l can, all l'm gonna give.
So, you're done fucking me,
so l should just go away.
Where would l go?
l hope you had fun.
( sobbing )
( blues music playing )