Woman: Previously on "Crash"...
l am just here to take back my company.
Well, that's verry funny, since you no longer hold
a majority stake in C.M.G.
Actually l just purchased
51% of the shares of the common stock.
Anthony: Yeah, l read that waiver you gave me.
lt releases me from my contract with Ben.
But on page 14 it also says
that Ben relinquishes 2% of his voter stock to you.
You really think l'd do that to Ben?
Jules: l wish l could help you, but you're under contract with Ben.
Ben: Contracts originated
because people were afraid of getting fucked. ( laughs )
But l've seen a lot of people get fucked with contracts,
and l fucked those people myself, real hard.
You're still seeing her, aren't you?
lnez: Amy's not like me.
- She's a good woman. - Yeah.
You should keep her.
l need a break, Kenny.
Cooper: This wasn't a random shooting--
right in front of his girlfriend's apartment?
l should have shot her.
l can use the wife to leverage his statement--
conspiracy, extortion, maybe a double homicide.
- You come here to confess? - l'm here to tell the truth.
l made Park believe l killed Rock and Shin to gain his trust.
- What about Eddie? - Ambulance guy?
l can't trust him.
l need your help.
You picked a fight with the wrong dog, Eddie.
l can provide you protection...
- for you and your family. - How?
l have a friend in l.C.E. who will put them somewhere safe.
They want Park for human trafficking and are willing to foot the bill.
l'm not a rat.
You take care of Eddie Choi
and we're done.
( siren wailing )
- ( glass pops ) - We're being shot at!
- ( rifle firing ) - ( bullets whiz )
Get back in the truck!
- ( rifle cracls ) - ( bullets whiz )
( woman gasps )
Get down! Get down!
( theme music playing )
( knock on door )
Mikey?
Sit.
- Have one with me. - ( pours drink )
Come on. Come on.
Do you remember the first time we all went out?
You were, what, 16?
15.
l remember
you wouldn't order your food
until l figured out what l wanted first,
just like a good dong seng, huh?
But the best part of the night
was when the food arrived.
l wouldn't touch my meal
just to see how long you'd go without touching yours.
You didn't touch it once all night.
You were my hyung.
What was l supposed to do?
l wasn't your hyung.
A real hyung would have made sure you went to college,
got into medical school,
attained that white picket fence and 2.5 kids.
( sighs )
l can't help you, Eddie.
( breathing deeply )
Don't let Park shame us like this.
( whimpering )
( sobbing )
( pop song playing )
♫ There's a place in Seoul where you've got to wear your bowtie ♫
♫ You can wave a diamond, but they're not gonna let you inside ♫
♫ You can drive your Bentley, but they're not gonna let you inside ♫
♫ And hang around in leisure suits ♫
♫ Well, they ain't never gonna let you in there ♫
♫ Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah ♫
♫ Old times were good times ♫
♫ Old times ♫
♫ Were good times ♫
♫ Old times were good times. ♫
l don't like the way this thing went down.
Captain?
Park offered you money to kill whoever killed the Korean shop owner,
um, Kee- Ka--
Kyung. And he wasn't just a shop owner.
He was one of Park's soldiers.
And you led him to believe you would do the job?
l logged that in. lf you look--
Then the verry same two gangbangers he hired you to kill--
- He believed he hired me. - Let me finish.
The verry same targets of the hit ended up with toe tags.
l'm surprised it took that long.
Everryone in Koreatown knew there was a bounty on them.
lf Park could nail up a wanted poster, he would have.
So you led Park to believe
you made good on the contract?
l figured if l got him on tape paying me off that will seal the case.
You should have nailed him when he tried to hire you.
Come on, Captain.
He said, she said-- l needed more.
Maybe, but you still should not have proceeded on your own.
Captain, l don't want to piss in the well
and l'm not sure of anything,
but...
l'm waiting.
...l'm not sure Park doesn't have some of our guys on his payroll.
- Bullshit. - l'm just saying, Cap,
he knew way too much of what l was doing.
l mean, why do you think someone tried to kill me?
Who else knew you were setting him up?
Who else knew you were setting Park up?
You don't think this could have been
the result of pillow talk, do you?
You're out of line, Captain.
l'm not saying Arcel would intentionally do anything to harm you,
but you talk to her about your case,
she talls to Battaglia, Battaglia talks to his wife,
his wife talls to--
you see how this can happen.
No. And that's been over with for a while now.
You know who shot you, don't you?
You recognized him, didn't you?
lt doesn't matter, Cap. All the roads lead to Park.
That's not what l asked you.
l think you know who shot you,
and he's not gonna get a chance at due process.
Your wild-west approach to the job--
that was old hat when l was a rookie.
- You think l'm a bad cop. - No.
l mean, the only thing modern about your fucking police work is your cell phone.
Look.
Forget l got bars for a second.
Just cop to cop--
l would think about doing the same thing
if l was the one who got shot.
l don't know what you mean.
l think you do.
And you know what?
l would hope my captain would talk me down.
l don't want to see you blow your career.
Look, Axel,
if you're worried about any false statements you made,
it won't be held against you.
We'll chalk it up to stress.
You have my word.
lf you have a line on who shot you,
let's handle it like cops, not gangsters.
Unless, of course,
you think l'm in Park's pocket too.
No.
The guy who shot me
is an ambulance driver named Eddie Choi.
He runs with the K-Town Killas.
The kid who brought the 12-year-old rape victim in to us?
- Mm-hmm. - He made a statement against Park.
- Yes, he did. - Bring him in.
Look, l don't want you flying solo. l'm putting someone with you.
He'll get his due process. Don't worry.
l get paid to worry. l'm putting someone with you.
- Captain-- - l'm sorrry,
do you think l was asking your permission?
( sighs )
( grumbles ) Okay.
l'm telling you it's a game changer.
These projections are through the roof.
When this finally explodes,
it's gonna change the entire business model.
Ben Cendars may have just saved the music industrry,
and you're gonna get all the credit.
l don't want the fucking credit.
And what is this?
That's something else l found.
Apparently, before your father returned to C.M.G.,
he put his stock into a trust for his driver Anthony.
Well, how could this happen?
l thought he had controlling interest.
He lied.
We didn't see it because it just hit the books.
- Shit! - What's wrong?
l just stole the shirt off a man who wasn't wearing one.
( hammering )
When are they gonna finish with this mess?
Captain says we're riding together.
lt's the dumbest fucking idea l've ever heard.
Agreed. Last thing you need.
You know, don't count on me for backup out there.
( sniffs )
Wow. l smell rock.
Pupils dilated--
you hitting the pipe today, detective?
lt's a bit early for me, you know?
Captain: Put your dicls away and pick up your suspect. Now.
Sir.
- Nice. - Shit!
Ooh, verry nice.
l asked you to get my father to sign over his stock.
- l did. - Turns out he doesn't have any,
not anymore.
He signed it all over to you weeks ago.
What are you talking about?
Somehow you have controlling interest of C.M.G.
This is your company.
Then l suggest you get the fuck out of my bathroom.
So that either makes you stupid or playing at being stupid,
and you'd better hope it's the former because a stupid man can be forgiven.
What the hell are you talking about?
For my father to be this far ahead of me,
he would have had to have known you were gonna betray him.
Trust me. My father doesn't suffer traitors lightly.
Hey, Jules.
Did you ever think that maybe your father wanted me to have that stock?
Did you?
( hip-hop song playing )
- Oh, thank you. - Bye.
♫ l'm just cruising with nowhere to go ♫
♫ l said cruising with nowhere to go ♫
- ♫ l'm all in Compton ♫ - ♫ Cruising with nowhere to go ♫
- ♫ l hit the hood... ♫ - Ben: Jules.
Everrything okay?
Yeah, great.
You were in the men's room?
No, l wasn't.
No? l just saw you come out of the men's room
with Anthony right behind you.
What's that?
Ben, l wasn't in the men's room
and l haven't seen Anthony all day.
You're giving me the "Gaslight" treatment. l saw you.
Huh? What's going on?
- Nothing. - Nothing, huh?
Oh, l see. "Summer of '42."
A little "Tea and Sympathy," huh?
l have no idea what you're talking about,
not that l ever do.
Anthony's a good-looking young man.
And you know l'm not a racist.
Hey, who am l to throw stones?
l've always had a taste for the exotic.
You're disgusting, you know that?
l am an open-minded man,
but it does not stop me from being your father.
And my fatherly advice to you is
never shit where you eat.
lf l want to hump an Amish mime
while blowing a homeless man,
that would not be any of your goddamn business,
okay, Daddy?
Wow.
- Ay yi yi. - ♫ l hit the hood ♫
♫ Just cruising with nowhere to go ♫
- ♫ l'm just tippy ♫ - ♫ Cruising with nowhere to go ♫
- ♫ l'm hitting corners ♫ - ♫ Cruising with nowhere to go ♫
- ♫ l'm all in Compton ♫ - ♫ Cruising with nowhere to go ♫
- ♫ l hit the hood ♫ - ♫ Cruising with nowhere to go ♫
- ♫ l'm just tippy ♫ - ♫ Cruising with nowhere to go. ♫
Gee, l hope you treat your women better than you treat your car.
See, there's a tell right there-- a definite giveaway.
You are a west-coast guy.
How's that, Lieutenant Columbo?
East-coast guys like myself,
a car is just a means of transportation,
a hunk of metal with wheels,
like a blender or a--
uhhh--
"Uhhh--" spit it out.
All right.
- --a fucking toaster. - Oh.
You ask me for my keys, l toss them.
"Sure, do what you want. Just top off the tank."
- West-coast guy... - ( sighs )
...if you ask him to use his car,
it's like you asked him if it's okay to fuck his dog.
Well, l think you're too lazy to clean your fucking toaster.
( laughs )
Right over here.
Axel: Yeah, that's Eddie's place.
So what's the game plan, hmm?
There isn't one.
An old football saying:
huddles are for plans, not fans.
What the fuck does that mean?
lt means--
it means--
l don't know.
Had an old coach used to say that
whenever we were standing around bullshitting,
not paying attention.
"Hey, huddles are for plans, not fans!"
- That doesn't even make any sense. - l know.
- Maybe l'm leaving something out, huh? - Maybe. ( chuckles )
So, how did you make detective?
Now you sound like my old man.
You had one of those too, huh?
My old man couldn't believe l made it out of grade school.
Yeah, real supportive types back then, huh?
Too bad. Another life, we might have been friends.
ln another life l could be fucking Halle Berrry,
but guess what?
So, what's the plan?
We wait.
( game on TV )
Oh, you heard that?
So l didn't hear you come in last night.
The guys just kept paying me to stay.
- Oh, is that right? - Yeah.
l made a lot of money.
How did the rest of the night go?
A lot of work.
- Uh-huh. - You know l get breaks at the club,
but that party was nonstop.
l mean, everry guy wanted a lap dance;
constantly grabbing my ass,
taking pictures, doing coke, and, you know,
talking about nothing.
Mmm.
Today, l just want to relax.
- Yep. - Where are you going?
l gotta stop by the union.
l'm gonna take care of things while you sit here and relax.
- Today? - Uh-huh.
lt's my day off.
So go tomorrow.
No can do.
l've got a meeting with my attorney down there.
He wants to talk about my suspension.
Then you're coming back later?
No.
Look, l promised Bebe l'd meet her and some of the boys
for a quick brewski after the shift.
Look, if l'm not back,
l'll still be out.
Don't wait up. Have a good day.
( door closes )
Hey, l'm gonna grab some gum. Do you want anything--
- water, soda? You're good? - No no, l'm cool.
( tires screech )
- ( car starts ) - ( horn honks )
Fuck!
Axel, you son of a bitch!
( gunfire )
- ( Eddie yells ) - ( both grunting )
This is where we left off, huh?
( grunts )
Guess you're gonna have to do us both.
That's just what l was thinking.
Hey!
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law...
- How much? - l want my lawyer.
What was that?
l couldn't understand you with your accent.
What accent? Where the fuck are you from?
Me? l'm from a little town just outside of go-fuck-your-mother.
- You ever heard of it? - ( laughs )
l'm sorrry. l bet you can't find that on a map.
- Sorrry. - l want my lawyer.
Yeah? Maybe we should--
You're fucked. You know that, huh?
lf Johnny Cochran came back to life, he couldn't help you.
How much did Park pay you to trry to kill me?
You're out of your mind. Park was trrying to kill me.
Wow, this is pure soap-opera shit here, man.
Park paid you to kill him, now he's trrying to kill you too?
- Wow. - ls this a fucking joke to you?
You tried to kill me because you knew
l was going to take you down for killing Rock and Shin.
Motherless motherfucker! You killed them!
- Sit down! - You killed them
- and you're setting me up! - ( both struggling )
- Me? - Yeah!
Me? Sure, Eddie. lf you look real close,
that's me with the umbrella on the Zapruder film.
He killed them. l swear he killed Rock and Shin.
- Why should anybody believe you? - 'Cause l was there!
You were there? Sit down.
Don't humor this slope-headed gangbanging piece of shit!
He would sell his own mother to get out of a jam.
You know what? Let him call his fucking lawyer.
Get him the fuck out of here.
You know it and l know it.
Prove it.
l've got all the proof l need right here on my shoulder.
ls that it? A fucking flesh wound?
You're gonna have to do better than that, Eddie.
Get the fuck out of here.
Come on, come on, let's go.
Let's go, man. l've heard enough of your bullshit. Let's go.
Come on, motherfucker! Come on!
What the fuck?
- Take off your shirt. - What?
Your shirt. Come on. Let's see the flesh wound.
- Take it off. - My cuffs.
Oh, shit.
- Which one is it? - Left, left shoulder.
There it is.
You see that? Those are burns, discharge burns.
Who shot you?
- Have you been listening? - Mm-hmm.
- He did. - Why?
l was there when he killed my friends.
l'm the only witness.
Why should l believe you now?
- Officer Arcel. - Yeah, what about her?
- She knew-- - Hey, come back later!
- Damn it! Busy! - Eddie: She knows.
Arcel-- come on, we don't have much time.
She knows the whole story. l told her who Mr. Park was. She knows!
Park was the one that hired Finet.
l wasn't trrying to get back at Finet by telling her.
l was willing to accept what had happened,
but l couldn't let Park stay out.
He'd go after my family.
Arcel-- she knew all about this,
- everrything you just said to me? - Yes.
Oh, shit. Fuck.
Come on.
Don't fucking move.
Look, doc,
don't get me wrong, all right?
l ain't saying l'm perfect, not by any stretch.
But--
well, like Popeye said, "l am what l am."
Right?
So, you relate to Popeye, do you?
Who are you fighting?
Let's just talk about how l can get back in my house.
Can we do that?
What you mean is let's talk about how we can get you back into your family.
Don't play these stupid word games with me, doc.
You know exactly what l'm saying.
And Amy?
What about her?
What do you think she's feeling?
l don't know.
Look, if you're only here to show your wife
an appointment card as proof you came,
maybe you're not ready for this.
Half the job is showing up, right?
Am l right?
See, this is good. We--
this is good.
So what about this other woman?
What about her? You need to know her name and shit?
Just make up a name if you like.
Can you do that?
All right. Um--
let's see, how about, uh--
how about we call her lnez?
( breathing heavily ) He's lying to me.
l can feel it.
He's probably going back to his wife.
He's sucking her off right now.
- ( strip rips ) - ( yells )
This guy thinls he can just walk away from me. But guess what?
- ( strip rips ) - ( groans )
l'm not gonna fucking let him.
Do the lips.
( breathing )
- ( strip rips ) - ( groans )
Fuck, l'm not letting him go! ( moans )
Wait.
- ( strip rips ) - Oh fuck!
l got you something.
What is it, a scorpion?
( laughs )
lt's next month's #1 hit.
Oh, Dad, you made me a mix tape.
Even better.
lt's the master from Panic's recording session with Jim Jones.
You really want me to release this?
Yeah. l mean, it's raw,
but l tell you, this kid's got some talent.
You want me to put the entire C.M.G. machine behind your limo driver?
Hey, l just gave you my big new idea,
and it's gonna make you and C.M.G. a pile of money.
You could give me this. You could give Panic a real shot here.
This kid's got something special.
Yeah, real special--
so special he tricked you into signing this.
- ( laughs ) - He stabbed you in the back.
Yeah, l told you. He's a hustler. He's got talent.
You almost sound like a proud papa.
That's my boy.
Maybe l'm not as bad as you like to make me out to be.
No, you're right, Dad.
l had a great childhood.
All those father-daughter dances, bedtime stories--
good times.
You know what was really special though?
Summers in Santa Barbara.
That beach house.
Whose house was that?
Julian's. Your business partner's.
Right. Right.
Those were good times. Those were great parties.
Yeah. First place l tried pot.
Well, they could get pretty wild--
l was 15 years old, hanging out with your friends.
- somebody passed me a joint. - ( laughs ) Uh-oh.
l got a little lightheaded, room started spinning.
Yeah, he had that crazy shit, Julian-- that love boat--
Julian took me back to a bedroom so l could sleep it off.
That's nice.
That's what he said while l was sucking his cock.
"That's nice."
- What? - Yeah, Dad.
Uncle Julian taught me how to suck cock.
l sucked his cock that Saturday night
and everry Saturday night that summer.
But you had your coke-fried head so far up
that Cuban whore's ass you didn't even notice.
Good times.
Julian, my partner--
he did that to you?
Thanks for the gift, Dad.
You like that? That's my thing.
l produced that.
Yo, Ben, what's with the stock in my name, man?
We're going.
You all right?
- l better take you home. - No no no.
We have to go visit an old friend of mine.
Julian Gold, my partner.
Some things l have to settle.
( car starts )
l didn't have time to straighten up,
but there's soup on the stove
and ziti in the oven.
Okay. l'll take care of them.
- Okay. - Hey.
You look good.
Kenny has a math quiz tomorrow.
l'll make sure he studies.
Nathan-- he's been playing with watercolors for art class--
Hey, relax, will ya? The place will be spotless, l promise.
Oh, they had Pinkberrry after school.
- So no smoothies? - Yeah.
You've got it. We don't want them hopped up on sugar.
They'll be in bed by 9:30, all right?
Great.
l should be home at 1 1 :00.
1 1 :00, huh?
- ( glass shatters ) - Boy: Oh!
Yes.
And when l get back from dinner and the movies with the girls,
you go home and l go to bed.
Amy, l get it.
All right, just go. Have fun.
Enjoy yourself and l'll see you when you get home.
Thanls.
lt'll be good for the boys. They miss you.
At least you'll have a few hours with them.
Yeah, l miss them too.
Look, Kenny, just because you're a shitty husband
doesn't mean that you're a shitty father.
No matter what happens between us l want you to stay involved with them.
They still need their father.
Okay.
You be good for Daddy now.
Are you sure she got the message?
Dispatch said she was on her way.
What's with the frantic call?
What the fuck are you doing?
l'm sorry. l get so excited
when l'm about to rip the badge off someone's chest, okay?
What are you talking about?
Now look, l'm rank and file from Jump Street.
l'm third-generation blue. But may God forgive me,
l am a pubic hair away from dropping a dime to internal affairs.
Get the fuck in there.
Now, you sat there and you watched him blow
my case out of the water, didn't you?
Didn't you?
You withheld information.
We ought to put that poor excuse for a cop in prison where he belongs.
Check that. He's not a poor excuse for a cop.
He's a cold-blooded, heartless assassin.
- An egomaniacal killer! - Okay! Jesus Christ!
What? Were you in on it with him, huh, Bebe?
ls that what it is?
Did you help him kill those two people?
- No. - No?
- No. - Well, how many more? Huh? How many?
- Hmm? - l don't know.
You knew l was onto him, but you didn't tell me about Eddie Choi. Why?
l didn't know if what Eddie Choi said was true.
Bullshit! Come on.
You knew what he told you was the truth
because he showed you where Axel had shot him.
Okay?
And how could you stand by this guy
who is so clearly fucking psychotic?
And don't tell me you didn't know about any of this shit
because l know you knew!
You were his, um--
- you were his, um-- - Whore?
Okay. Come on.
Get yourself together.
l'm gonna go talk to the captain.
Now, are you ready to be a cop?
( boys laughing )
( cell phone rings )
Did you all see my guy? He's the commander.
- He is? - Yeah.
He lools like he's in charge. Verry cool.
Hey, how's your mom?
Does she, uh--
does she ever talk about why l'm not at the house?
She cries a lot.
- She does? - ( cell phone rings )
All right, remember, it's rude to answer the phone at the table. You got it?
Remember that-- good manners.
Good manners-- l like that.
Eat up if you want to play with your toys.
Come on.
Look, you got it all around your mouth. You got, like, cheese around your mouth.
Look at the state of you! Wipe it off, will you?
Hey.
What's going on in there?
Axel--
Hey!
Come on. What's wrong?
- l'm sorry. - Sorrry about what?
Talk to me. Talk to me.
Officer Arcel.
Captain, what's going on?
Why is my prisoner in there?
Finet, don't go anywhere.
Arcel?
Axel?
What's going on?
What are you doing?
l gotta go out of town for a while.
Where?
l can't tell you. Business.
- Business? - Uh-huh.
Business? With who?
With who, Axel?
What are you doing?
- Where's Nicky? - He's at a sleepover.
Fuck!
Tell him l'm gonna call him. Tell him not to worry.
Well, of course he's gonna worrry!
Axel, if you're in trouble you should tell me.
Don't shut me out. l can't go through this again!
l can't talk right now. l gotta get out of here.
When they come, tell them the truth. Don't lie.
Tell them l came and l left. All right?
- ls she going with you? - Who? What are you talking about?
That little slut.
( doorbell ringing )
What are you doing here?
What the fuck are you doing here?
Put your hands on the table!
l want everry inch of this house checked--
every room, everry nook and cranny.
- ls she here? - No.
No she's not, but she'll be back any minute. What--
The kids asleep?
Look, you have to leave.
Cop: Clear!
Cop #2: Clear!
Where is he?
Do you have any idea where he went?
Business.
Excuse me?
l need to show you something.
What are you doing?
You gotta get out of here.
You have to leave.
Oh, Christ.
l've been getting myself ready for you.
- Oh. - Kenny.
Where's the bedroom?
Cooper: Hey, keep an eye on her, okay?
l want this whole house turned upside down--
any weapons, any photos, anything with writing on it-- l want.
Let's go!
Hmm?
- l can't do-- - You're gonna miss it.
l can't do this.
Hey, are you fucking kidding me?
Listen to me. This is not funny.
My kids are next door, all right? And she could be home at any minute.
Uh-huh.
You wanna fuck in my wife's bed?
Mm-hmm.
Are you crazy? Get out.
Don't. Come on. You gotta get out of here, all right?
- You gotta get out of here-- - Amy: Oh my God.
Amy, hey, this is not what you think it is,
okay?
- Hey. - ln our-- in our fucking bedroom?
- No. Sweetheart, just-- - Oh Christ, the kids!
- No, they're asleep-- - No, get--!
Okay, hey. Hey, just--
hear me out will you, all right? She came in here, l followed her in.
And l said no, l swear to God.
- l didn't do anything, okay? - Are you enjoying this?
Get the fuck out of my house!
Hey.
( whispers ) Get out.
Fuck!
( bulb shatters )
Are you happy?
( pop music playing )