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So...
so why did you call me?
I knew you'd come.
What about your handler?
I don't have one.
I'm not a cop. They took my badge.
Why didn't you tell me?
I got results. Isn't that what matters?
What matters is who you've been talking to.
What matters is who's been tracking my phone,
who ran Charlie's money.
You're not the only one with an inside source, Jimmy.
You're not in jail, are you?
I was gonna make some tea. Do you want some?
I have English Breakfast, Earl Grey.
- Irish Breakfast. - Irish Breakfast?
Yeah. English is like... good morning. Care to wake up?
Irish is more... get the fuck out of bed, lazy ass.
Um... that sounds great but my mom is dropping Evie off so I should probably...
No. No. Absolutely. You, you should go.
You should definitely be there for her.
Yeah.
Thank you.
You got it.
Okay.
Max Laszlo.
Detectives Wilson and Fleming. Oakland PD.
Some people use a worm for bait, but, hey... each to his own.
Ha. Are you here to give me a ticket or may I be of some assistance?
We're looking for Jackie Hays.
- Who? - Yeah, yeah. Where is she?
What did she do?
Her car was involved in an accident last night.
Is she okay?
If we knew that, would we be here?
Well, when was the last time anyone saw her?
So you're concerned now, 'cause a moment ago you didn't know who she was.
Did anyone check the hospitals?
- Should we? - What if she's lying in a ditch somewhere?
- She's not. - Right, so you do know something.
This isn't a joke, you little prick.
Somebody took a shot at her.
As a recent parolee, we know you'll want to cooperate.
So we'll ask you one more time.
No. I'm sorry, I haven't seen her.
If she turns up...
Absolutely.
Good luck finding her, Detectives.
I'll call it in to Hernandez.
You practice doing paperwork.
Come on, Fleming. Typey typey.
Hello?
Someone took a shot at me last night.
Christ.
Are you okay?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay.
- Who was it? - I don't know.
Do you think it's connected to Jimmy's mole?
Hernandez.
If she's the mole.
Whoever it was, tried to burn you once, why not come after you again?
No. Jimmy's not behind this.
How the fuck can you tell that?
It doesn't make sense. Think about the timing.
Think about what we discovered yesterday.
- Michael Chen. - You pulled his file.
Maybe you raised a flag.
Maybe someone doesn't want us asking questions.
I'm the one who pulled the file. Why come after you?
You think someone's been watching us?
Shit.
What's that?
Nothing.
I want you to be really careful, okay?
Okay.
You're talking to your source. Hm?
Yeah.
Everything okay?
What was Charlie doing with marked bills?
What?
Yeah. I traced 'em back to a Fed named Michael Chen.
Chen was onto you for money laundering.
Well, that's news to me. Honestly.
I guess you can't trust your source after all.
I haven't been able to trust him for a fucking long time.
Why do you think I've been relying on you?
You know so much. Where's my money?
What money?
Did someone steal from you?
Your source didn't mention that part, hm?
How much?
Jimmy?
All of it.
What? A million, two million...?
Oh, no, no.
25.
Why didn't you tell me?
My business.
Our business.
Jimmy, we can't do this unless we tell each other what's going on.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Was Tony Aldon in on it?
They killed Tony for his share and then came after me.
You wanna tell me anything else?
Daddy! Daddy! Guess what.
What?
Do you know what the dog said to the sandpaper?
What did the dog say to the sandpaper?
- Rough rough. - Rough-rough rough-rough!
Come on, honey. Let Daddy be.
Downstairs, please. Now.
Cath, it's fine.
You have a big day. She can tell you jokes later.
Why does Daddy have a big day?
Because Daddy's starting his new job today.
What about Grandpa?
He's still working with Grandpa but now he's doing Uncle Charlie's job too.
It's the most important job in Grandpa's company.
It's not that big a deal.
It's a really super-duper big deal.
Daddy's gonna do an amazing job, he's been working on this for a long time.
Grandpa's putting a lot of faith in Daddy.
And he's gonna do an amazing job.
Anyone drive by, check the place out?
Had someone there all night.
- Anyone follow him home? - Yeah. 6:30.
- 6:30 this morning. You sure? - Yeah, boss.
All right.
- Hey. Can I help you? - Hi, I hope I'm not interrupting.
I'm sorry for the early call but no-one was home last night. David Kelly.
I live over on Maple.
Tom Travis. How can I help you?
My car was broken into a few weeks back.
The police said these things happen all the time.
But I've got kids, you know? These things... It's not acceptable, in my book.
My wife and I want to keep things safe for families
so we thought we'd start a neighborhood watch program.
Sounds like a good idea. Yes.
Have you got five minutes? I'd love to get your input.
Er... well, right now.
I could come back later but my son has Little League.
It wouldn't look good if the coach didn't show.
Right. Um...
You know what? Sure. Fine. Come on in. I got some coffee going. You want some?
- Please. Thank you so much. - Come on in. Any time.
- The kitchen's back this way. - All right.
You have a lovely house.
Thank you.
- Milk? - Black's fine. Thanks.
Black coffee.
Thank you.
- This your wife? - Yeah, that's her.
You think she could help? We could use all the hands we can get.
It's hard enough to get her to a parent-teacher conference and I'm a teacher.
Found it! It was in with the clean clothes.
Thought you were supposed to put those away.
You have your system, I have mine.
Oh. Hi.
Sweetheart, Evie, this is...
- David. - David. Sorry. David, this is my daughter Evie.
- Nice to meet you, Evie. - You too.
- You ready, Dad? - Yes, ready to go.
You have your mother's eyes.
Thank you.
- I should let you go. - Mm.
Tom, can I sign you up? Neighborhood watch.
The next coffee's on me.
- All right. What the hell. Sure. - Thank you.
Come on, come on, come on.
- Thanks again. - Okay.
- I'll leave a letter in your box. - All right. That's fine.
- Hello. - Tommy.
- You're okay? - Yeah, I'm fine. Why?
- Evie? - Yeah. She's fine. She's right here. What's going on? What's wrong?
- Grace? - Yeah.
What is it?
I need you to stay someplace else for a few days.
What?
- Hey, Dad, can we go? - Why?
Hold on, sweetheart Just give me a sec, okay?
Gracie, what the hell's going on?
Can you just do it, please?
Why?
It's probably nothing. I just...
You brought your shit to our doorstep, didn't you?
- Tom. - Are we in danger?
- No. - Then why the fuck do we have to leave the house?
Look. I'm being cautious, that's all. All right?
What exactly do I need to be worried about?
- I can't. - Goddamnit, Grace.
Tommy, please, it's a few days. To be safe. I gotta go.
- Of course you do. - Tommy, promise me.
- Please. - Bye.
Fuck.
Evie, honey.
Hey, hey. Guys, guys, come on!
Oh, buddy, buddy, it's over. That's it. It's done.
I've got to use these. That's what the boss says.
End of story. Come on.
Alec spoke to you, right? You already went through this.
Oh, yeah. Him and his fucking thousand-dollar suit.
The rest of us don't got money coming out our asses.
- Come here. - What...
Come on, easy.
Call your boss.
Lloyd, Lloyd, why the fuck do I care if he won't use our containers?
That's Max's problem now.
Dumb fucking prick.
Oh, well, look at you, babyface.
Doesn't your new office have a desk?
We should get someone on that.
There's also the floor. Plenty of space...
What are you doing? Huh?
Paper airplanes?
I'm checking last year's tax returns.
Ooh. Sounds important.
Charlie's business is showing too much income.
Thank fucking Christ you're here to save us.
What do you want me to say, Alec? I didn't ask for this job.
Get out of Dad's chair.
Honestly, I had no idea he had this much faith in me.
Out of the chair.
Okay.
Look, I'm sure it's no reflection on you.
Hey! Hey!
Guys, come on.
Come on. Leave the guy alone.
That's enough!
That's enough! That's enough!
Get the fuck off me.
- Get off me! - Calm down.
Get off! Get back to work!
Get off! Get off me!
You need help, Alec.
You need help.
Let's go.
What the fuck are you looking at, huh?
Actually, Sarah, I'm grateful I got caught.
Lieutenant Hernandez probably saved my life.
'Cause if I'd stayed under in the Laszlo Organization...
In our first meeting you suggested it was a bit of a rush,
having no authorization, no backup.
You must have worked with dozens of UCs.
Isn't there a little adrenaline junkie in all of us?
I guess I just wanted to feel something else.
Something other than...
Yeah.
It's easier to focus on the rush than the loss.
And now that there is no distraction?
It's...
It's living hell.
Thank god for Tom and Evie.
'Cause without them...
Does that answer your question?
I'll send my findings to the committee, hopefully by next week.
Then they'll take a view on your probation.
- Hey. - Hey.
- Come on in. - You got new security?
Yeah. You told me to be careful, didn't you?
Yeah, but...
God, Mitch, I'm sorry for dragging you into this.
Ah, don't be. I'm not.
What happened to your eye?
No. It's not Hernandez.
The mole. We're looking for a man.
Since when?
Since this morning. I just found out.
From Jimmy?
- He didn't just say it. - Really?
So when did he just not say it?
My car was shot to shit and the police were coming.
Who else was I gonna call?
Jesus, Grace, you could've called me.
You're already deep enough in my crap.
Exactly. So what's a little more. Huh?
Anyway, come here. Look at this.
Ballistics on Michael Chen.
- Chen's bullet was home-made. - Just like the others.
- So he was murdered. - Maybe.
And we might actually get an answer for once. Look.
- Is this what I think it is? - I'm running it.
As soon as I get the rest of the stuff from the Feds on Chen, we might get a full picture.
You're a fucking genius.
I like to think so.
You look good in that chair.
Jesus Christ, what the fuck happened?
- I'm fine. - Did Alec do that?
- It's nothing. - Let me look at you.
You know what he's like. He doesn't know what he's doing half the time.
- Don't you fucking defend him. - It was a misunderstanding, okay?
- You want me to talk to him? - No. I can look after myself.
Anyway, I'm not the one you should be worried about.
- You heard about Jacks? - Lloyd said the cops came by.
- Yeah. Have you seen her? Is she all right? - You know as much as I do.
- If she's in trouble... - What the fuck you gonna do?
You can't even sort your shit out with your own fucking brother.
- I need you to focus on the business. - I am.
I put a lot of faith in you. Don't make me regret it.
You won't.
What is it, Dad?
Something's going on.
It's fucking Charlie, that's what.
Why?
It looks like the bastard was taking money from a bent Fed.
- They were in it with Tony? - Fucked if I know.
Look through Charlie's files, all of them.
See if anything ever came up, anything at all.
What's this guy's name, this Fed?
Michael Chen.
- And put some ice on this. - It's fine.
And sort your shit out with your brother.
When I think "out to pasture", I always picture green hills,
cows chewing the cud,
you...
Where is she, Mitch?
Who's that?
I was her fucking handler.
I got the flags.
Don't tell me that out of pretty Mr. Blue Sky you suddenly developed an interest in the Laszlos.
Where is she, Mitch?
Sorry, you said something about a flag.
She's got to be getting her intel from somewhere.
She could be getting it on her own, she was well trained.
Fucking pathetic. Glory days spent training other people.
Blow me.
Another day.
If you don't tell me where she is, Mitch...
You'll what?
I just want to know she's okay.
Her car was bent like a tin can. Did you know that?
If someone's trying to kill her I need to know who and why.
You're the guy to help.
Why the fuck not?
Is it so ridiculous I might actually give a shit?
If I hear from her I'll let her know you came by. How's that?
Great. You do that.
Yeah.
- Hey. - Max.
You okay?
You're asking me? What happened to you?
Nothing. It's nothing.
The cops came by looking for you.
Sounds like you pissed someone off about a car accident.
Is that what they said?
Actually they said there were shots fired.
- Who was it? - Honestly?
- Don't lie to me. - I have no idea.
Well... I'm here for you.
Just saying that.
Rough day for you, too?
- You don't have to tell me. - Oh, it's...
It's my dearest brother.
I'm worried about him, Jacks, actually.
I think he's losing it. First this thing with the heads. Now this.
I'm sorry. You know what, it's not your problem.
- Never mind. - No. Max, come on.
I'm just glad you're okay.
You wanna go for a drink later?
I just think we could both use one.
Let's see what the day brings.
Hm? Cover your tracks?
The cops know I'm too smart to come back here.
You know the Fed I told you about?
Yeah. What about him?
Supposedly, a few months back he committed suicide.
The bullet in his head was home-made.
Okay.
This time, the casing had a stamp on it.
- Traceable? - Barely, but yeah.
Manufacturer sold a batch to a shooting range outside Livermore.
- You up for a drive? - Sure.
Is this a joke?
Your genius can get us an address
but doesn't think to make a fuckin' phone call?
Whoever made our bullets got the casings here.
Takes a lot of work to get lost out here.
When did this place shut down? I used to shoot here.
And now you're trespassing. Get back in your car.
270 Winchester.
You're a genius.
Is it still usable?
Ten seconds I start shooting.
You didn't answer my question.
I'm an excellent shot.
Someone's making bullets out of these.
Five seconds.
And we have business for that someone.
- Time's up. - We got it.
You don't want our money, we'll spend it elsewhere.
500 to start. Plus double my hourly for details.
Your hourly? Jesus.
You think I watch this dump for free?
How can we be sure you know who we're looking for?
You can't.
He's a skinny guy. White. Trashy as they come.
Collects shell casings. Throws me cash to look the other way.
- How often is he here? - I'd consider that a detail.
I make ten an hour. I assume you can do the math.
He doesn't have a schedule.
Sometimes shows up every week. Sometimes not for months.
You got a way to get a hold of him?
- No. - This is fuckin' ridiculous.
So's making ten an hour after serving your country for five years.
He lives in the hills. Generator, chicken coops. That type.
Got an address?
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- Hey! - Don't!
Shut the fuckin' dogs up.
All right. Who do you supply to?
Jonah. Huh?
I don't consider patience a virtue.
Neither did Esau. And thus we have Israel.
A fuckin' Bible lesson? You make bullets.
As is my Constitutional right.
Who buys them? Hm?
- Who buys them? - Give us a name, Jonah.
A well regulated militia, being necessary...
..free state...
Name!
The right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be...
It's all downhill from here.
They're mine! All right? I make 'em so that when that day comes...
Hmm? The fuckin' day has come.
I only sold 'em once!
I sold 'em once. I never got the guy's name.
I never got his name.
Is this him?
- That is him. - Fuckin' Charlie, huh?
Did you kill Charlie? Did you fuckin' kill Charlie? Is that you?
- I didn't kill Charlie. - Who was he working for?
Fuck!
Who was he working for?
Fuck!
- You fuckin' killed Charlie! - I didn't kill Charlie!
You killed Charlie!
- Who the fuck was he working for? - I don't know!
Who the fuck was he working for?
- You fuckin' killed Charlie! - I didn't kill Charlie!
Ever see someone with their cheek blown out?
No. No, he doesn't know anything, Jimmy!
- I didn't kill him! - Jimmy!
No! He doesn't know anything! Jimmy, listen to me!
Both cheeks? You'll have fuckin' flaps.
Jimmy, stop it! He's another fucking dead end. Come on. Let's go!
Let's go.
We're going round in circles. Jesus.
We get to Charlie and then this Jonah.
And now we're back to fuckin' Charlie.
- We'll find something. - Huh? Maybe.
Maybe you got more faith than I do.
- Hm? - We need to clear our heads.
And get some sleep.
- I should check in at home. - Yeah.
Will I see you back at the hotel?
Hm?
I'll call you.
Mitch, it's me.
I need you to run a name. Jonah Mann.
See if he was ever in Santa Rita Jail.
Does Mom know we're here?
Your grandmother's got her church group over. You rather stay there instead?
- When can we go home? - Depends on the exterminators, sweetheart.
What? So we suddenly have termites?
Shh.
- Hi. - Hi.
Apparently, we have termites.
Thank you for letting us stay.
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- Hey. - What took you so long?
Gee, thanks, Mitch, for dropping your son off early,
coming all the way down here to meet me, get me in.
That, too.
- You know I appreciate it. - Yeah, yeah.
- I'm telling you, these two knew each other. - We'll see.
Need to scan your ID's, please.
- This... this can't be right. - What?
According to this, our guys weren't in the same housing unit, let alone the same cell.
Can you double check the system?
- If it's in the file... - Are you fucking kidding me?
All right. We'll keep looking.
Housing units 2 and 33. How close are they?
California and Egypt.
And you're positive that if you bothered to check that you would discover...
Hey. My boss said yes to this. Not me.
I'd be happy to give him a call.
No, no. That's okay. That's okay.
Mind checking if those visitor logs are here yet?
Thanks.
- Travis... - What is wrong with you?
Max said that his friend drove 40 miles for Fat Lucy's. Right?
Jonah Mann, who lives 40 miles away, had a trash can full of that shit.
Don't say it's a coincidence, Mitch. They were in here together. They know each other.
I actually was gonna tell you to just dial it back a little bit
before the prick kicks us out of here and we got nothing. All right?
What about their work details?
Max was in the kitchen. And Jonah... laundry.
The kitchen and laundry. Where are they?
Services would be in the Service building.
- How many men working out there? - I don't know. Couple of hundred.
That puts them in proximity. You have their rec schedules?
No, proximity's all we need.
They're both white.
So?
Nortenos, triads, blacks. It's self-segregation.
If they were in a gang, their files would be red.
Thank you. You don't have to be Aryan Brotherhood to want to stick together.
Not if you look like these two.
So are those the visitors' logs?
Thanks.
Motherfucker. Check this out.
Tony Aldon visited Max, April 21st, April 28th.
What the fuck was Tony Aldon doing visiting Max?
And when was Michael Chen killed? April 24th.
So Chen shows up dead three days after Tony Aldon's first visit?
Yeah.
- When did Tony die? - September 7th.
September. September...
September.
Oh, fuck.
Tony visited Max again on September 6th.
The day before he was shot.
All roads lead to Max.
It's Jimmy's own kid. Christ.
Hey, it's me. Something came up tonight.
Something you should be aware of.
Take a look. I'm sending it right over.
Hi.
I'm so glad you're here.
It has been quite a day.
- You want a drink? - Yeah.
- What can I get for you? - Whiskey neat. Thanks.
Wow. We make quite a pair, huh?
Yeah.
Why would anyone shoot at you?
Well, they didn't stick around long enough for me to ask.
Come on, Jacks. You're talking to me.
Someone tried to take you out.
Who'd want you dead?
Same people who want Jimmy dead.
You got something they want? You know something you shouldn't?
What is it? Come on. What secrets are you hiding, Jackie?
Thank you.
I'm sorry.
I wouldn't ask you all these questions. It's just...
I'm... worried about Dad.
You know, he seems preoccupied. He just takes off.
The crew are jumpy.
They rely on him.
I understand. I get it.
Sometimes it's easier talking to someone who's not so involved.
I envy him. He's got you.
Something's going on.
Tell me. Just between the two of us.
Please. He's my dad. I want to make sure he's okay.
Believe me,
if there was something you needed to know,
I would tell you.
I just can't believe your own brother did that.
It's gotta be tough.
Alec, the heir apparent...
inheriting Jimmy's operation. Come on.
You wanna know the truth?
- I feel sorry for Alec. - What?
I always have.
When I was a kid...
I was playing hide-and-seek with this friend from across the street.
And...
I was hiding in the front yard.
And this man comes up to the house.
He's shaking. He's terrified.
He owed my dad money.
He couldn't pay it.
My dad opens the door and this guy, he's stood there. He's... shaking.
Cos he's got nothing.
He thinks my dad is gonna kill him.
So he offered up his wife...
He offered his wife to pay the debt.
And my dad...
he looks at him...
and he smiles...
and he says, "No."
That power my dad had...
it fascinated me.
And it scared me.
Honestly,
I don't know what I'd do with that kind of power.
Sorry.
Yeah. I'm with someone.
The untraceable number that Charlie sent his last text to.
The last empty text? It just received this.
- Yeah. - You there?
Yeah. That's... that's interesting.
Yeah. It was sent from right outside the prison.
Probably that fuckin' guard.
Well, why don't you do me a favor and...
return the greeting?
What's that gonna prove?
It might even alert them to the fact that we're...
Christ. Who are you with right now?
Just... just do it for me, will you?
I'm sending it now.
You're not gonna walk out on me again?
Oh, I hope not.
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You know...
you can tell a lot about someone from their hands.
Yeah.
Maybe...
we should go somewhere else.
Get some dinner.
Well, why don't I just go freshen up in the bathroom?
Jackie.
What?
What's wrong?
Why are you running, Jackie?
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