Previously on "Crash"...
lt's conceivable that Axel killed
these two gangbangers for Mr. Park.
His development burned down. We don't know where he is.
l know your dad. He'll be okay.
Callie, l wish l knew you were stopping by.
l told Dad l was coming.
What are all you people doing in my office?
Sir, you haven't been in this office for seven years.
Hi, Jules. Give your father a hug.
Ben can return in limited capacity overseeing your career.
So the first time he gets high, starts disrobing,
brandishes a gun or any other lethal weapon, he's out.
There used to be trust and respect between us, Eddie.
lf l decide to help you, l expect that to be restored.
l'll do any job you have.
Park: Eddie, bring your medical gear.
- She needs a transfusion. - No, no hospital.
l want justice for this girl.
- How did you meet her? - Car accident.
- You slept with her? - Yeah.
- Where'd you sleep with her? - ln a car.
- Were you gonna leave me for her? - No.
Bring it to me, baby.
( theme music playing )
( siren wailing )
Come on, come on, come on.
Get out of my fucking way!
( tires screech )
There she is. There she is.
Open the door. Open the door.
- What are you doing? - You ever gonna talk to me again?
This is not the time or the place.
Yeah? You're not returning my calls, you won't let me see the boys.
What the fuck else am l supposed to do?
l'm working. There are children here.
l understand. Hey, guys.
lt's just Officer Friendly, you know, trrying to be friendly
- with Mrs. Battaglia here. - Yeah, get off.
- No. - l have to take these kids to school.
They're gonna be late.
- Sorrry. - Kenny!
Nobody is going anywhere until you talk to me.
You are such a bully.
You think you can just force your way back into my life?
That's fucking bullshit, Amy, all right?
l'm your husband, and l'm sorrry.
l said it 100 times. l'll say it 100 more.
How many more times can l apologize?
Until she forgives you.
You know what, kid? Just a second.
Fine. Fine.
6:00 PM tonight.
Okay. Thank you.
Now can l have the goddamn key?
Hey, remember, kids,
don't do drugs, all right?
Be there.
( sighs )
Ooh, careful, boys.
l got those from the old Stardust Theater in Baton Rouge.
Ben, what are you doing?
l'm creating an environment
in which to do some verry important work.
Hey, you immerse yourself in beauty,
you're one step closer to creating it yourself.
Jules: Good luck selling this to accounting.
You have a meeting this evening, Ben, with the board of directors.
- l do? - No big deal,
it's just they're getting nervous.
They are just settling your last lawsuit.
l told them that you've changed,
but they are at DEFCON 5.
They're verry skittish morons.
They're fascinated that you're interested
in breaking out new artists, like Panic here,
and they'd like to hear how exactly you intend to make that happen,
along with all your other plans for the company.
l am sorrry
to spring this on you last minute.
lf there's anything l can do to help, just let me know.
You're my father, and l love you,
as Regan loved King Lear.
Don't you mean Cordelia?
( laughs ) Uh-huh.
ls my sperm glorious or what?
Come on, man, that's nasty.
- But true. - What are we gonna do, man?
What is your master plan? Do you really have one?
The only master l have is in heaven,
but if you give me a fucking minute to think here--
l can't fucking work here.
lt's too stuffy in here. Look at those fucking drapes.
They're like a fucking burlesque show.
Bro, let's go out
on the fucking streets, man. Come on, let's go!
Get in the street!
l want my lawyer now.
He's not in there?
Nope, he's not in there.
Check your pockets. Wait, you can't. You got cuffs on.
l thought you were one of those guys who gets what he wants when he wants.
But it's a new day. Take a seat.
- What's Park doing here? - Take it easy.
He raped a young girl.
Why is Cooper working it? This is our shop.
l don't know. Maybe it's connected to your shooting.
l've been working a case against Park for nine months--
narcotic distribution, human trafficking and money laundering.
l have a C.l. that took me forever to develop.
- He could be killed because of this. - l didn't know that you--
This buckethead is the key to my case in K-Town,
and all l need is for Cooper to screw things up.
Keep an eye on this before he kills my case,
- please? - Okay.
- Anything you need. - Yeah.
( door opens )
Put this on and come with me, amigo.
So, how long you been here?
A few days-- from Guatemala.
Coyote bring you over as well?
- l made it on my own. - Wow.
- Are you the boss? - No, l'm just a captain.
l've been here the longest.
l just get paid for driving the cars out.
- So l have a job? - Yeah. Come on.
Just remember, pretend you don't speak English.
When you call a customer, hold the keys tight.
Keep drrying spots till you see money.
lf they start making demands,
just say "No hablo lngles."
And what if they do not speak Spanish?
No, believe me. All Americans understand this.
Oh, fuck!
This is great. l can't wait
to tell the boys about this one.
l'm so close!
Oh, that's good, right?
Kenny, get the fuck off me.
- Just move just a sec. - Get off me, Kenny!
You're not even convincing yourself.
What are you doing? Come on.
Just stop. l've had better sex with vegetables.
( laughs ) What?
This is, uh--
just not dangerous anymore.
lt's just boring.
- lt's boring? - Yeah.
You want me to grab the cuffs, huh?
You know, just wake the fuck up, Mr. Missionarry.
The most attractive thing about you was your wedding ring.
( cell phone rings )
Give me a minute.
Take two.
Hey. Hey, everrything all right?
Amy: Peachy.
So listen, we still on for tonight?
You know, l was thinking maybe
we could grab a couple of steaks, throw 'em on the grill.
Kenny, this isn't a date.
Yeah, right, sorrry.
l get it.
- You don't get it. - What?
What is it that you want me to get?
l'm willing to go meet you tonight, Kenny,
but l want a counselor present.
What kind of counselor?
A marriage counselor.
Get the fuck out of here. Are you crazy?
We have a lot to talk through-- you said so yourself--
and l don't want to get caught up in accusations and emotion.
You want to put me in front of some stranger, two against one,
and talk about how l mistreated you?
How l'm the demon and you're the martyr? l mean, fuck that.
How's that gonna help?
lt helps because no counselor, no meeting.
You know what? We've never needed one before.
Think about what you just said.
All right, fine.
Fine, but no one can know that we're seeing a shrink, okay?
Well, l'm willing to go through behavioral sciences at the department.
- Oh, man. - l made a couple of calls.
- Your benefits cover it. - So the department knows my business?
Christ! Amy.
You know cops, all right?
They smell one tiny weakness--
l mean, you put my job on the line.
Well, all the more reason to go and get it over with.
But it's up to you.
Fine. All right, you happy? Fine.
They can see us at 6:00.
Don't be late.
( scoffs ) That was the wife.
She wants us
to go to marriage counseling.
- Really? - Yeah yeah,
you know, talk about our feelings,
our problems-- group hug.
Verry married, you know?
Verry unavailable
to any other woman.
My client is highly regarded in the Korean community,
and the line of people waiting to testify on his behalf
will be a testament to that.
Yeah, until they find out what he did to that little girl.
All you have is the allegations of a 14-year-old girl.
13. She's 13. You pay him?
Whatever the age is, the allegations are totally false.
lmitation crabmeat.
Excuse me?
l hate imitation crabmeat. You wanna know why?
lt lools like crabmeat.
They even put that red shit--
who the fuck knows what it is--
probably dye number whatever-the-fuck-it-is;
either way you know it's not good for you.
ls there a point here, detective?
lt even tastes like crabmeat, that is if you don't know
what crabmeat is supposed to taste like.
Now l know what crabmeat tastes like.
So it pisses me off
when they trry to pass that fake white shit off
and expect me to enjoy it.
As interesting you may find yourself,
l can assure you that no one else does.
You walk like you care about Koreatown.
You even talk a good game.
You are imitation crabmeat.
You are a fake piece of white shit
with a red line down your back.
You help young girls come to this country
with hopes of helping their poor families back home.
A community leader?
You have done more harm to your community
than the fucking commies in the north ever could.
Here it is. There's the real shit.
l want...
him.
Okay.
Detective.
What's going on?
Who's asking, you or your boyfriend?
l'm asking.
Look, l know you got a hard-on for Axel,
but l wanna make sure that Park pays
- for what he did to that little girl. - l got him.
He's gonna get it. l need a little more time.
What?
You think l'll let a pedophile back out on the street?
l would never never let that asshole back out there.
He sickens me.
l'll make sure he hears
"Hello, 'Frisco" everry morning
for the rest of his fucking life, okay?
( doorbell rings )
- Christine Emorry. - Yes.
Emily Mariel, Santa Barbara Sheriff's Department.
l'm here about your husband.
Why don't you come in?
Sorrry the place is such a mess.
Have a seat.
Ma'am, we found your husband's car.
lt appears to be abandoned.
- Where? - Cold Spring Bridge,
Santa Ynez Valley-- wine countrry.
And we found this inside.
What is it?
lt's a suicide note, Mrs. Emorry.
My God.
The confusing thing is,
we haven't found a body.
l don't understand.
lt's a 220' drop into a wooded ravine.
We've had search parties down there around the clock,
but so far, nothing.
What are you saying?
ln 44 cases, we found 44 bodies.
lt's possible,
since your husband was experiencing financial difficulties
and he is a suspect in the Antelope Valley arson--
What, that he faked his suicide?
When was the last time you had contact with him?
Are you accusing me of something?
lt's just a question, ma'am.
l haven't heard from him since the day he left.
You don't wanna get yourself involved in something like this.
You know anything
or you hear from your husband,
do yourself a favor...
call.
l need inspiration.
This is how l did it
with Billy Joel--
fucking "Cold Spring Harbor."
You wanna bounce some ideas off me?
They're still marinating.
You haven't mentioned anything.
lt's not exactly like we're married. l don't share everrything with you,
but there is a reason
the music industrry is dead.
There's no new ideas
on how to sell.
There's new formats.
There's new ways for people to steal songs.
But there's no new plan to convince people
that they have to have what we have.
That's a nice job, little man.
Here you go.
Chill out, dawg. l'm gonna tip you.
No hablo ingles.
You better hurrry up and learn
or you gonna be shit out of luck.
He's probably only been here two days
and he already knows that blacks don't tip.
( laughs )
You better give me my keys, motherfucker.
No hablo ingles.
Cuidarte.
You see, he's probably gone all the way
from Guatemala,
maybe El Salvador,
but certainly he's more Mayan than European.
Look at that. Look at those noble features.
Salt of the earth. You have no idea
what his people suffer to get here.
Unlike my people, who came over in chains on a ship.
Yeah, but look at you. You're driving a big stretch limo,
and he's wiping it down for you.
And you're riding in the back.
lt's Darwin at work.
Young man,
l don't know what it is,
l don't know the answer,
but you've got something.
You clearly need to come with us.
No hablo ingles.
What are you doing?
You know how you always want answers
and you're always breaking my balls,
Paco here has the smarts enough
to keep his mouth shut.
Here's five big ones, buddy.
lt's for you.
Trabajo.
Come to work with us.
We're not gonna trry to fuck you, man.
We're in the music business. Come on.
Come on, come on!
This is a good thing for you. lt's good.
He couldn't have picked a bridge over water?
You have no idea what happened.
Maybe his body is stuck in a tree somewhere,
or carried off by a wild animal.
He couldn't even burn down his own housing development.
The man fails at everry single thing he sets his mind to.
He got you.
l was pregnant. lt wasn't that hard.
You never believed in him.
Look, you don't even believe he's dead.
l need to end this.
l need to get out, start over,
find some kind of life for myself.
What would you do?
Get a job. Sell the house.
The house is a mess. Nobody's gonna buy it like this.
l'll fix it up,
sell it for half price in Brentwood.
Trust me. Someone will buy it.
The whole reason you started this was to take care of Dad.
Right,
and now that l'm not gonna be here,
l need you to take care of him.
No.
No, no way.
l can't be around him anymore.
And you're just realizing this? No!
Neil would never let us move him into the house, no.
Do you know what he said to me this morning?
He told me that his life is a failure
because he never taught me how to be happy.
He didn't mean that.
l was a good daughter,
a dutiful wife,
now l'm alone. The house is fucked.
My husband hates me so much that he either committed suicide
or faked his death to get away from me.
And my father tells me his life is meaningless
because l don't know how to be happy.
l gotta figure out how to live with all that--
either escape like Peter did
or figure out what l should have been doing all along.
- What Peter did-- - l can't worrry about him anymore.
l have to take care of myself and Megan.
We arrested Park.
He's in our custody right now.
Good.
Yeah, but it feels like this case has the potential to fall apart.
How?
He molested a little girl who's already identified him.
We need to throw everrything we can at him,
which is why l want you to come down and make a statement
- to ensure he gets locked up. - You told me the girl would be enough.
l can't have this fall back on my family.
My grandmother's sick. My father has a business. He's too easy to find.
Work with me on this and l'll make sure they get into protective custody.
They can't leave Koreatown,
and now they can't live there.
But you told me you wanted justice for this little girl.
- l do. - So grow some hair on your Asian balls
- and man up, for Christ's sake. - Fuck you!
Your hands got dirty the minute you took me into that girl's hospital room.
And your family's already in danger and so is Ji Sun.
You need to follow through with this.
That's the only way to guarantee
that Park goes away and that everryone stays safe.
( cell phone rings )
What's up? The meetings not for a few hours.
Yeah, l'm just checking in, concerned about my dad.
We really can't afford another embarrassment.
No, it's all good. He's--
he's got a lot of ideas.
So what are you guys doing?
l can't do it, man!
Buying fruit.
So, he has nothing. l'm surprised you're not at a titty bar.
( laughs )
You know what would be so helpful? lf you could call me every hour,
keep me posted where he goes, who he meets with,
what they say.
We really need to make sure he stays focused.
You're asking me to snitch.
Ben's my boy. l can't do that.
Can you honestly tell me you're not worried about your career,
or at least Ben's promise of one?
But hey, if you feel totally secure in Ben's hands,
then by all means, dump all your eggs in that basket
and don't answer my calls.
All right, well, what do you suggest?
Give him a plumcot. He loves those.
Are you ready to go?
We've gotta pull our shit together, man.
You call this a peach, huh?
Look, trry this.
Ah, a plumcot.
A genetic abomination.
Shouldn't you be calling Madonna or something?
Does she like fruit?
l mean, the relationships you have, man.
Can't you call favors in?
Now this is fucking embarrassing.
Don't you see what's happening here? Jules is setting you up,
making sure you make an ass of yourself in front of the board
so they can fire you, and then her hands are clean.
Yeah, l see that.
Aha!
( laughs ) Uh-huh.
When in doubt,
a lap dance
is a good thing.
Come on, let's go look at some titties.
- "Hemorrhage"? - Yeah.
- ls that it? - One more thing.
What do you know about this?
Anything.
What does this have to do with the molestation case?
lt was part of it.
l'm just trrying to find out if you've ever seen these two guys together.
Sorrry, Detective.
You're sure?
l'm just fucking with you.
You do know these two guys, though, right?
That's Mr. Park.
And he's a detective in this division.
And you don't know his name?
My bad. l'm sorry l kept you longer than Officer Arcel promised.
l'm just having a hard time dealing with the fact
that you've never seen these two guys together,
as much as you used to run the streets of K-Town, right?
Guess l'll take your word for it.
Thanks for coming down to help us, though.
You're gonna go in there and you're gonna stay calm.
- Right. - lf she cries, screams, yells,
- you're her rock. - Uh-huh, got it.
Hey, hey, look at me!
Don't mention my name.
Okay, that makes me real.
Talk about the good times.
- Put those pictures in her head. - You're sick.
High school sweetheart,
first date, prom.
Come on, come on.
Don't argue. Look at me.
Just listen, let her know she's been hurt.
That's what women want.
Now get out.
What are you talking about? Get back here.
Out.
You can't leave me like this, lnez. Come here.
Oh, yes, l can.
Oh, you're cruel. You're fucking--
You're gonna go in there, wanting your wife,
and show her you mean it.
All right. All right.
( engine starts )
( knock on door )
Detective Finet, hey. Wow, that's some shirt.
l tried wearing shirts like those.
They never seem to fit me right. Too loose.
Do you buy your shirts one size too small
or do you just wash them in really really hot water?
This room is for interrogations.
You can use the muster room to figure out the word for 10 across, huh?
What are you doing here
with Detective Finet?
His client wants to make a statement on some case
regarding Mr. Park-- something about a girl.
l thought you represented Mr. Park.
l represent many people in the Korean community, Detective.
Hey, Detective,
do you mind if l sit in on this interrogation?
Mind?
l actually prefer it, Detective.
Come on in.
You Kenny Battaglia?
Yeah, you Dr. Sack?
No, l'm Detective Gill. We need to take you into custody.
( laughs ) For what?
Making criminal threats, unlawful detention.
Unlawful det-- kidnapping?
Yeah, did you hold up a school bus this morning
then refuse to let anyone go?
Oh, come on.
You know what? l was just talking to my wife, man, that's all.
- She filed a complaint. - She did what?
So this is all a setup?
There's no shrink?
Come on, let's go.
Hey, all right, big guy. All right, fucking--
- is this necessarry? - Yeah.
You know what, man? l didn't hurt anyone, all right?
This is just a marital spat.
Come on, buddy. Jesus Christ.
♫ Baby baby, l'm feeling l'm going nowhere ♫
♫ l just can't catch a break ♫
♫ l think l'm losing my mind... ♫
Nothing.
l got nothing-- no ideas,
no erection.
( cell phone rings )
We're running out of time, Ben.
Anthony,
l have searched the breadth of this world,
and trry as l might l'm sorrry to say
that you have bet on the wrong fucking horse.
You can't even put me out to pasture.
Come on, girls.
l think l have an idea.
Come on.
♫ Salesman with a pack of lies ♫
♫ This time there's no such thing as a free ride ♫
♫ No! ♫
♫ No such thing as a free ride. ♫
l raped that little girl Ji Sun. lt was me.
Look, the girl already l.D.'d someone else.
Man: No one else was involved.
l brought over Ji Sun from Korea against her will
and l put her into the brothels.
This is a joke.
The girl got it wrong, doesn't know who raped her?
lt gives more than reasonable doubt to the Park case.
Yeah.
Axel: Take him to lockup.
Then get his statement down and signed.
- Motherfucker! - ( grunting )
Axel: What the fuck?
Cooper: Let him go!
A guy helps you solve a case and that's the thanks he gets?
- This isn't about solving shit! - l did my job.
You're in bed with Park. You fucked my case!
lf you were a better detective, you would have solved it yourself.
l got a witness against Park.
Oh, please, a 13-year-old abused girl
who doesn't speak English?
You think this is over, don't you, huh?
Why don't you hit the bar, pal, and do a few lines of blow?
Stick to what you do best.
This guy was so messed up, they threw him in a squad car
and forced him into rehab twice!
- Hmm? - Cooper: Let me tell you something:
Working narcotics cost me a lot.
lt cost me my wife.
lt cost me my family,
my kids. But through it all,
no matter how far l fell,
l never--
Officer, l never compromised my duty
as a police officer.
Now can you say that?
l didn't think so.
Enjoy your freedom, motherfucker.
Need an espresso, Ben?
l know you're not at your best during cocktail hour.
Which is exactly why you scheduled
this meeting so late.
Don't get rattled. You can do this.
l haven't had so much fun since l got A Flock of Seagulls
to crash your sweet 16.
Again, your other daughter.
Well, let me introduce you to Twister,
our new Vice President
of Dance Movement, you know?
And Cyclone, Executive Vice President
of Marketing, Sales and Planning.
And of course you all know my protégé Panic.
Jules: Thrilled to meet you.
Well, l know how excited we all are
about my father's sudden return from the wilderness,
accompanied by his new protégé.
l've been promised fresh new ideas
about how to reinvigorate the music industry--
a revolution.
We all know the problems of our dying business.
Ben's here to give us the answers.
l'm old.
l'm washed up.
l'm... irrelevant.
And so is everryone else in this fucking room.
Even my daughter--
- 32. - 36.
See? Ancient.
We don't know what people want.
How could we?
l'm supposed to give you some magic answer,
the phantom holy grail?
Now these ladies,
they used to be exotic stripper dancers,
and they gyrated for free
while excited men stuck dollars
in their panties
just to keep them dancing--
anything to keep them dancing.
And if we like what we get for free,
we will pay for it to continue.
A utopian meritocracy.
What if music were free?
Pay for what you think it's worth.
When Radiohead released their new album on the net,
75% of the people
who downloaded the songs paid for them.
That's because the people who listen to Radiohead
are guilty white liberals.
And who do you think listens to hip-hop?
lt's one thing to be iTunes's song of the week.
lt's another to rely on generosity for an entire album.
Ben: One album?
l'm talking about the entire CMG catalog.
The whole thing, everrything.
Fuck, l'd even put Boz Scaggs' alternate takes out there.
Put our entire music librarry on the net for free?
- What about paying the publishers? - Fuck the publishers.
We'll create enough interest
to make 10 times more on the backend.
Put a time limit on it.
- Send out an e-mail, an, uh-- - Or a text.
One hour,
any CMG song you want.
A shoplifting spree, a ticking clock,
grab everrything you can, go!
Think of the publicity we'll get.
We'll promote new artists.
We'll stir up the heat of the classics.
We'll rediscover one-hit wonders.
We'll create demand, generate a market
for reunion tours;
make an iconic statement.
The future is free!
Okay, who's with me? Come on! ( snaps fingers )
Congratulations. l see you felt inspired.
Why do l doubt?
Going out there works everry time.
Wait till l tell you about the time l spent with Dylan.
We went to visit Woody Guthrie at Greystone.
- Who's Woody Guthrie? - Who's Woody Guthrie?
She knows.
- You're relieved of duty... - ( sighs )
...with pay.
This has gotta be a joke.
- ls this a joke? - Watch your tone!
Look at you. You're a mess.
Listen, Battaglia,
if l were you, my first stop on the way out of here--
Bed, Bath and Beyond.
What the hell are you talking about?
You need to pick up a mirror,
'cause obviously you don't have mirrors at your house.
lf you did, you'd know you're not that good-looking.
But your wife, she's beautiful,
which makes you one lucky bastard
who mucked up this whole thing.
- This is a disaster. - l know that.
You need to calm your penis down, my friend.
Pussy's pussy.
For everry hot broad out there,
there's a guy who's tired of fucking her.
That's not the broad's problem.
- lt's the guy's. - l know.
So you're suspended.
You wanna come back to work here?
l need smart cops.
Get it together, Battaglia.
Now.
Yes, sir.
Thank you.
( nail gun banging )
- Park walked. - What?
Dae Sik says he raped the girl, not Park.
Fuck!
He came in, wrists up, ready to confess.
He's taking the fall for Park.
- Why would he do that? - Why do you think?
Money. l'm sure Mr. Park promised Dae Sik
his family would never have to worrry about money again.
l want my family protected around the clock.
lt doesn't work like that, Eddie.
l gave a statement.
l put my family at risk.
l'm sorrry.
What if l could help you get him on something else?
What else?
l didn't make the connection until l saw the picture.
What are you talking about?
Mr. Park hired someone to kill my friends Rock and Shin.
How do you know that?
l was there.
He tried to kill me too,
but l got away.
- Do you have a name? - Detective Finet,
the one in the picture with Mr. Park.
What? No, you have to be mistaken.
He's working on taking Park down too.
He killed my friends and tried to kill me.
You don't want to believe me?
Fine. l'm outta here.
lf that is true, you have to come down--
Look, l don't have to do anything except protect my family.
Eddie, l can help you.
l'll call you.
Fuck!
Hey.
They took away my gun and my badge.
l'm suspended.
Welcome to the club.
What are you talking about?
You scared the kids.
- No, l didn't. - They're kids.
- They got scared. You were cursing. - Yeah, what did l say?
"That's fucking bullshit," for starters.
Yeah, one of the kids called his parents,
told my boss.
Ted hates me already.
He was happy to have a reason to see me suspended for a day.
l'm talking about a lot more than one day, Amy.
l lose my job,
you're out of a pension, benefits.
How can that be smart?
You know what?
l really don't give a shit.
l can sell this house.
You don't think l can take care of myself and the boys?
They'll be embarrassed by their unemployed ex-cop father.
Oh, no, the only thing they're embarrassed by
is the fact that their dad can't keep his dick in his pants.
You know, l'm willing, Kenny,
to help you through whatever it is that's going on,
but l needed to get your attention.
You need to wake up.
That's why l'm here.
l'm not letting you in.
You shouldn't.
Look, l just came by to tell you that l got the message.
l heard you.
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