♪ 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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Early yesterday evening,
witnesses reported seeing two men on bikes throw...
No!
No! No! No, no!
..are believed to be workers from the restaurant.
We're told that a police raid was going on at the time at the back of the restaurant
but we are also being told it is unrelated.
- Fuck. - Hey, Evie.
- Hello? - Hi.
Hi. You okay?
- Yeah. - Want me to get Evie?
- Please. - Okay. Hold on.
Take it. And watch that.
Hi.
Hey, baby, I'm just checking in, see how you're doing.
Look, I'm sorry about yesterday, with the dinner.
- We'll do it again. Right? - Don't sweat it. I gotta go.
- Evie, wait. - I'm gonna be late for school.
Evie.
Thank you.
So, how's he doing?
Detective Fleming inhaled a lot of smoke.
They're still running tests right now.
Early signs are it shouldn't be too bad.
Something to be thankful for.
- He's one tough cop. - He's a cop, period.
Find out which bastards did this and nail them.
We owe Detective Fleming that.
- You think it's Karabas? - Jimmy Laszlo.
- Why Laszlo? - Someone took out his bookkeeper, Tony Aldon.
It's looking like Clay Street. Could be payback.
If he wanted to hit the Lee brothers,
Laszlo wouldn't just take out a couple of waiters.
- Someone in his crew? - Someone with a death wish.
- Jimmy will be pissed off if he didn't sign off on it. - What about his eldest son?
- Alec? - Some kind of a hothead, isn't he?
Crude'd be his middle name if he could spell it, but...
Yeah. It could be him.
Come down hard on Laszlo.
- Light 'em up. - Yes, sir.
Hello, sweetheart.
I missed you.
Oh, you missed me? Oh, how much? Mm?
This much?
- Dad. - Morning, Jimmy.
How about Mom takes you for ice cream? Hm?
There you go. Good girl.
Come here, baby.
What do you say to Grandpa?
- Thank you, Grandpa. - You're welcome, sweetheart.
- Go to Mommy. - Come on, babes.
Bye-bye.
What?
How could you be so fucking stupid? Hm?
Dad!
- We had to do something. - You don't fuckin' listen.
- We had to hit back. - I had it in hand.
- I had it under control - People were laughing at us.
- There were cops in there. - How was I supposed to know that?
Do you have any idea of the shit storm that's coming down on us? On me.
- How could I have known? - I told you to wait!
Wait? Wait for what? We knew who hit us.
Fucking Clay Street! What was I supposed to do, dad?
Wait for them to come at us again, huh?
Get lucky, put one between your eyes?
- I did it for you. - Ha! Jesus.
So, okay, I didn't know about the fucking cops.
But we had a move. You've got to admit that.
It wasn't Clay Street.
- What? - It wasn't them. They didn't hit us.
What do you mean? How do you know?
Because I make sure I have all the facts before I act.
- Who, then? - Not Clay Street.
Dad, I...
You're sorry?
Now I gotta clean up your fuckin' mess.
Like I haven't got enough on my plate.
I've spent a lifetime cleaning up your fucking shit!
Fuck!
Mm-hm.
Inside.
Please tell me you had nothing to do with this.
Christ, Jimmy! I fuckin' told you it wasn't Clay Street.
So who did it?
My God. Alec? It was Alec?
Fuck!
- How could you let this happen? - Careful.
You have any idea what he's done?
He got an officer in the hospital. Cops could've died.
You think I'm not aware of that?
They are gonna rain down on you.
Yeah. So what's the plan? You gonna strap on the six-shooter?
Whoever set you up, you'll be playing right into their hands.
Why'd they make it look like Clay Street were coming at you? Huh?
They wanna spark a gang war. Destabilize you.
So what? I sit tight? See who comes to the door first-- Clay Street or cops?
No. We shut this thing down.
I need you out of jail and I need you alive.
This thing goes up in flames, I'll lose every lead I have.
I'm listening.
Right now, the cops are figuring out how to fuck you every which way.
You wanna put 'em on the defensive, buy some time?
Walk into Oakland PD and offer your full cooperation. No lawyer.
I'm not going anywhere near that place. You're out of your fucking mind.
Cooperate from the start and if they have nothing on you...
Big fucking if. This is Alec we're talking about.
You cooperate, the DA's gonna think twice about bringing charges.
The cops turn down the heat.
- Find out what they have. - I can't...
I'm not going anywhere near that place until you find out what they have on me.
Hey, Jackie!
Jackie. We're tightening ship. I need to swap phones. I need the old one.
- Thanks. - Alright.
Thanks, Charlie.
Where's he taking that?
You collected everyone's phones? Your whole crew?
- Mm-hm. - You know what you're sitting on?
- Please don't tell me you destroyed 'em. - What do you take me for?
I can run them. Locations. Numbers.
- Those phones could give up your traitor. - It's not happening.
You may want me free, Grace. You're still a cop.
- Why would I jeopardize... - Find out what they have on me.
Do your job.
Yeah.
He has no right to talk to you like that.
Leave it.
He lets himself in, talks like that in your own home.
I said leave it.
You don't have to take it.
You're the master here.
Twice the man.
Still... you wanna lie down?
- Roll over? - Fuck off.
Fuck you, Alec Laszlo.
Fuck you.
Come on, baby. Come on!
Harder!
You're gonna have to deal with it.
Tie up loose ends.
You need to get those boys out of here before the cops or the chinks find them.
Put them on a bus.
Baby?
What's going on out there?
I can't lie. It ain't fuckin' pretty. I'll tell you that.
The 5-0?
Looks like he's gonna pull through.
Oh, thank fuck.
Look. Don't beat yourselves up. Who could've known?
Still gotta hang tight, okay? You can't show your faces.
Brought you some shit.
Keep your strength up.
This uh... This screw-up was your idea.
You know, we did this for you.
Now we're hiding out here like a bunch of fucking bums.
- What the fuck are we gonna do? - I'm looking out for you.
That's what I'm doing. I owe you. I know that.
Now, I'm getting you out of here, just for a while, till things settle down.
When?
I'm working on it.
Hopefully, I'll have something by tonight.
I'm gonna need your phones.
Why?
Don't worry. I'll get you new burners.
So the fuckin' cops can't locate you. Why do you think?
I got your back. We take care of our own.
Now, you hang tough. You hear me?
Huh?
- Yeah, we're cool. - Tight.
I'll be back later. Couple of hours tops.
Hey, baby.
Kim, right?
It's okay.
You a cop?
Go get a coffee.
You tell anyone I'm here, I'm calling Immigration.
Go on.
Surprise.
Grace Travis.
I've been waiting for this day since you first walked into Oakland.
- Yeah, me too. - I see you came prepared.
- So how do you want me? - Not sure I've got the words to describe it.
- Ooh, sounds exciting. - Mm-hm.
You been following me?
Oh, come on. You ran me for ten months.
You didn't think I'd make it my business to know everything about you?
Every skank CI you put on the payroll.
Every fleabag motel you take your meetings in.
I'm thinking Hernandez has gotta have you on probation after that stunt you pulled with me.
- Technically. - Technically.
So how's it gonna go down with Lieutenant Hernandez
when she finds out you've been nailing your CI?
What do you want?
The look on your face is almost enough.
What are you saying, Jimmy? What's your point?
I'm just saying I need more time.
- How long? - Couple of days, hopefully.
- Hopefully? - Nothing to worry about.
The banks are taking longer than I thought to process the funds. You know how it is.
You don't close this by the end of the week, Jimmy, the deal's going south.
Is that what you want?
No. Don't worry. I'll have the money. Hm?
- Okay. - Listen, Ted, I got another call.
I have to go.
Yeah?
They got nothing on you.
- You're good to go. - What, that's it?
Unless you've forgotten the address of Oakland PD.
You're fine, Jimmy. On my life.
It will be.
Not in there! Try Charlie's office.
Jacks?
Jimmy wanted me to drop off the manifest for the Northern Star.
See what we can squeeze in there.
Hernandez.
Are you kidding me? Send him up.
It's through here.
I don't think we've met. James Laszlo.
This way.
Jimmy's phones. His whole fucking crew.
I need you to run 'em. Locations, where they've been calling.
- Anything that can give us anything at all. - Slow down.
No. I need to get 'em back.
Are you kidding me, Travis? That's a warrant.
There's paperwork. That's a trail. There's no way.
There's always a way. Come on. You can figure it out.
No, I can't. Sorry.
You're sorry?
Just think for a moment who the fuck you're getting into bed with here.
They almost killed a cop last night. One of us.
One of us?
They kicked me out the fuckin' door. Right. One of us?
- Grace. - Seven years old.
I will get into bed with whoever I fuckin' will have to.
He was seven years old.
You keep going the way you're going and
everything's gonna happen is Evie's gonna lose her mother.
This runs deep.
I ran Jimmy's arrests. You know who had him flagged?
Hm? Hernandez.
- Hernandez? - Yeah.
She called me up, wanted to know why I was looking at Laszlo,
told me to run everything by her.
You're getting in way over your head here.
- You gotta end this. - When did you find out?
What?
The flag. When did you find out?
Couple of days ago.
You've known for two days Hernandez is running interference for Jimmy
and you didn't think to tell me?
- I didn't want you... - What?
I got burned, Mitch!
I had a gun put to my head and you didn't think to tell me?
Christ! One of us!
What happened to you?
For the record, Mr. Laszlo, you're here of your own free will?
I am, Lieutenant. Yes.
I heard about last night's arson attack
at the Bamboo Pearl on Franklin.
I understand one of your officers was injured.
- How's he doing? - He'll make it.
Good. That's good news.
It was a despicable and cowardly act, Lieutenant.
I'd like to extend my condolences to their families.
I'm sure they'll be heartened to hear that.
Which is why I'm here to offer my full cooperation.
I assume you're aware of certain business conflicts
my colleagues and I have with the Lee brothers.
I also assume we would naturally be of interest in the investigation.
How good is this guy?
And why would that be?
Well, you know as well as I do, Lieutenant,
that relations between my family, my businesses and the Oakland PD
have not always been all that they could.
Relations?
So to avoid any waste of valuable time on your part,
I'm here to help in any way I can.
I and my organization have nothing to hide.
Hopefully this will free you up to look for the real culprits.
Tell me about your other son, Alec.
- Alec. - Got a bit of a temper on him, doesn't he?
Where was he 6:30 last night?
At my house. We were having a homecoming party for my youngest.
- Max. - Along with dozens of guests.
Max just came out of Santa Rita, right?
You must be very proud.
It's not what any decent person wish for their son, is it?
I've made mistakes as a parent. I can't deny that.
I suppose every parent has, but it doesn't make it any easier, does it?
Do you have children, Lieutenant?
Mm.
I'm happy to bring Alec down here to answer any questions,
without counsel, if that's what you'd like.
- You speaking for him? - No. No.
I'm simply saying he too is willing to help in any way he can.
Oh. You grown a conscience all of a sudden?
Well, how am I supposed to answer that, Lieutenant?
I fuckin' love this guy, man.
Let's talk about your business.
- By all means. - It's been quite a couple of weeks.
That's one way of putting it.
Your accountant turns out dead. Somebody takes a shot at you.
- Allegedly. - How's your crew feeling?
- My business colleagues? - Shaken, I'll bet.
Feeling like they're under siege.
Losing a little faith in the leadership.
That's gotta hurt.
You don't have what it takes anymore. Is that what they're saying?
I wouldn't know.
They're certainly gonna miss Tony Aldon. I know that. He was a good man.
Come on. You gotta be aching to hit back, shore up your position.
You can't be perceived as weak, not in your game.
Then the vultures really start circling.
I'm putting my faith in you and the Oakland PD
to solve Tony's murder,
and to keep us safe in the future, Lieutenant.
I have every confidence you'll do that.
Fucking dancing round her. Raid him.
- Just got static. - We got static!
- Shit! - Offices clean?
- Yeah. How long do you want us to hold 'em off? - Give me a minute.
Do not let 'em break down that door.
- Go, go, go, go, go! - Go, go, go!
Open up!
Oakland PD.
- Hold on. I'm coming. - Open up! Police!
Open the goddamn door!
Okay. You know, the stress is gonna get you, you know that?
Try some fucking deep breathing.
I lost the keys.
- Okay, go! Go! - Okay, okay!
One second. Hold on.
- Let's go! Let's go! - Hey!
Go, go, go!
Let's go!
Clear.
You did your best.
The balls on that guy. You kinda gotta admire him.
Why don't you buy him a drink?
Better still, get his autograph--
on a charge sheet, preferably.
You didn't land a single punch, Lieutenant.
I want whoever's responsible for this.
I want their fucking heads.
Thank you.
You're not gonna like this. The place is a fucking mess.
The fuckers.
Next time, Lloyd, just open the door. Mm?
It's always a mess.
Fuck.
Jesus.
- Smart move. - What?
The phones. Clearing them out. Smart move.
Yeah.
- Hi. - You fuckin' steal from me?!
- Jimmy... - From me?
You send me down there and I get fucking raided.
Who do you think you're dealing with?
What raid? I didn't know anything...
You get them back. You fucking get them back now!
Don't make me come looking for you!
Please...
Fuck.
- Yeah? - You got anything?
No, not yet.
- Then when? - I'm on it, Grace.
When?
I'm about to work something right now. I'm on it. I'll call you later.
Jimmy found out I took the phones.
You stole them from him? Oh, Jesus.
Yeah. Right. So I gotta get them back.
Grace, I'm on it. I'll call you when I'm done. Alright?
s & t Telecom. How may I direct your call?
Putting you through. Thank you.
- Hello. - Hello.
Detective Lucas Mitchell, looking for a Carson Blakemore, please.
There's a police officer here to see you.
Detective Mitchell.
- He'll be out momentarily. - Thank you very much.
s & t Telecom.
How may I direct your call? Thank you.
Officer? How can I help?
It's "Detective".
- Detective. Sorry. - Don't be.
Don't know why you'd want to remember. I sure as hell wouldn't.
3rd and King. 29th July. Year before last.
Um... no...
The er... Heartbreak Hotel.
Oh, come on.
On the East Side. Rents by the hour.
- I was working vice. - Yes, of course.
Detective Mitchell...
Maybe we should take this into my office.
Right.
This whole thing's a clusterfuck.
We cannot afford to let it spiral out of control any further.
We need to contain it.
No-one makes a move without my say so.
- Am I making myself clear? - Yeah, boss.
- We got it, boss. - Yeah, yeah.
- Where are they? - They've set up at the Szechuan Buddha.
It's another of their joints over on Vesey.
- Shit. How many have they got? - This one's all-you-can-eat.
Fuckers are vicious. Rice fermenting on the buffet all day.
I'm telling you, you're paying to puke.
Are we done?
Hold up.
Let him in.
Come on.
So what do you wanna do?
I'm gonna go over there, I'm gonna sit down, work this thing out with them face to face.
- Something you want to say? - Just...
Is that a good idea?
I mean, you walk in that joint, who knows how they're gonna react?
- I can handle it. - I'm not questioning that.
It's...
Do you want to pour water on this thing?
Because that's pouring oil on it.
It's like a red rag to a bull.
He's right. These chinks are fucking unpredictable.
You can't exactly read their faces.
I'll go.
- Forget it. - You haven't thought about it.
- I don't need to. - Why not?
Because it's not happening. I'm not letting you walk in there.
They don't know me, Dad. I've been away.
I don't carry any baggage with them.
But I'm your son. Which shows we're taking it seriously.
It shows respect.
And I'll keep a cool head.
Which is what we all need right now.
Maybe with hindsight, if we'd had that previously...
Kid's got a point, Jimmy.
I don't like it.
I'll go with him. I'll watch his back.
We'll put Sean at guard by the door. He won't be alone.
I want to help.
You need to contain this thing fast, and...
I can do it.
- Do we have anything? - I'm just getting started.
- Are you safe? - Yeah.
How long before you'll have something?
I don't know, but the more you keep bugging me, the longer it's gonna take.
Well, call me as soon as you do.
- All right? - Okay.
At the moment you get something, Mitch.
Goodbye, Travis.
Oh! God.
You scared me.
How long you been standing there?
Well, come on. Come on, sit down.
I went ahead and did it without you.
Ziggy's lasagna.
A little late, I know, but here it is.
Huh?
So what do you think? You hungry?
Come on. Evie, sit down.
Tell me about your day. Something.
I had lasagna for lunch.
- This is too fucking long. - I could go in and I...
No, you stay where you are.
If they hurt him...
- Max could talk his way out of a... - Shut up!
Oh, come on, come on.
They're coming.
They want blood.
But I negotiated.
It wasn't easy.
They're stubborn little fuckers.
Well, they started at 1.2 but they'll settle at 750.
Dad?
I can't do that.
Not right now.
What do you mean? It's a lotta money, sure.
- But we can get hands on it. - Not now. No.
Then... it's blood.
How's she doing?
You know... you can go up there and talk to her.
She doesn't want me.
Doesn't want you?
I thought you were supposed to be the adult here.
What does that mean?
- Don't, Grace. Not now. - No, no, really.
I want to hear this. What does that mean?
You really wanna do this right now?
I really wanna do this right now.
Okay. Okay, fine.
She wants consistency, Grace.
She wants somebody who'll be there for her, not somebody who's always running away.
I'm running away?
I'm the one out there with the fear and the filth.
That is your choice.
Sometimes I think I'm the only one facing up to this thing,
cos I am sure as shit the only one dealing with it.
Right. Right. Because your grief is just so much more profound than mine.
- I am fighting for my son! - Our son!
Our son! He's my boy, too!
He was...
You know what? You do not have a monopoly on pain.
Every day, I wanna curl up and die.
But I don't. I'm right here. I'm not running.
Because our daughter has been through more hurt
than any kid her age should have to deal with.
So I stay here because she needs me.
- She needs a mother, too. - "A mother".
Her mother, Grace! Okay? She needs you. Okay?
How fuckin' dare you.
You run. You know, you stay busy.
You lose yourself so you don't have to stay here
and deal with the reality of a decimated fucking family.
You run. Okay?
Out there, away from me.
Away from us.
I...
I can't reach you anymore.
And that is killing me. That is fucking killing me.
Our son is dead.
He's gone, Grace.
And it's mean and it's miserable...
and it's unfair and it doesn't make any fuckin' sense.
- Stop it. Stop it! - It is never...
- Listen to what I have to say! - Stop it! Stop it!
It's never gonna get any better.
And if you think fucking justice and vengeance is gonna help,
then you are fuckin' misguided and you are fuckin' lost.
You hear that, Grace?
You're fuckin' lost and I don't know what to do.
Like I fuckin' just don't know what to do.
Tom...
- Tom, please... - Grace...
I can't do this anymore. Fighting.
I don't wanna do this.
This fighting. This back and forth.
I'm too tired. I got nothing left.
Yeah, well, fuck you.
Yeah. Yeah, fuck you, too.
How's it hangin'?
Any news or what?
I'm gettin' you out of here.
- When? - Now.
Where? Where are we going?
Wanna know where we're sending your asses?
Yeah.
Fuck.
Almost forgot. Dead Presidents.
Keep you going till I bring you back.
So...
Ensenada, Mexico.
Fun in the sun. Steaks by the pool.
Meet the locals. Eat their pussy.
Freshly prepared, organic, for all I know.
Fuck.
Organic pussy.
You two are gonna live like kings.
Your phones.
Hey. You did good.
You came through for me.
- I'm not gonna forget it. - Thanks, chief.
When all this shit blows over...
we are gonna fuckin' rock this town.
Ain't gonna know what hit it.
Am I right?
- Am I right? - Fuckin' A, man.
Fuckin' A.
Let's go.
Hey. Oh. You didn't have to.
- We got anything? - No. Come on in.
- Something to drink? - No.
Mm. You hungry?
Uh-uh. No.
Oh... this looks good.
I'm just trying to make sense of it all.
Red is for Jimmy.
Blue's Charlie. Green is Lloyd.
None of them show up near Sam's school.
Oh. Sorry.
Sure you're not hungry?
We're done.
What?
Mitch?
We got something.
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