♪ 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
Hey, excuse me!
Excuse me!
I've just been on the internet date from hell.
My car's like a block over.
Would you walk with me?
- Yeah, sure. - Sure.
Thank you.
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We need to talk.
Now.
What the fuck...?
Grace Travis?
Jackie Hays is a cop.
You anything to tell me?
You ordered the hit on her
and omit to fucking mention that?
Careful, kid.
What? We're supposed to be in a partnership.
Travis no longer carries a badge.
What?
Get your facts straight before you open that mouth.
- You're supposed to keep me informed. - I'm informing you.
Whatever Travis is doing hanging out with Jimmy,
it's got nothing to do with police work.
A few days ago she started nosing around that Fed Michael Chen.
I'm going to wait for your permission?
You're worried about her uncovering your deals with dad.
Right?
Tony Aldon, the bullets.
She's got to know about all that.
Which means she's got to know I tried to take out Dad.
Christ.
She couldn't have told him. About me.
- He'd have said something. - Are you sure?
I'm guessing Travis gives good pillow talk.
Get rid of her now before she fucks everything.
This is my operation.
I call the shots.
You got a concussion?
25 million dollars,
Michael Chen informing Oakland PD
how Tony Aldon was laundering Jimmy's money.
Me informing you.
I brought you into this.
Jimmy lost his wife. We agree on that.
I didn't choose crazy Alec.
I didn't go to the blacks or the Chinks.
I chose you
because I thought you were the future.
Very good.
Except I have the money.
And if you want some more of it, I suggest you do as I say.
You need to stay focused, kid.
What hurts me will kill you.
You want my protection.
You want Jimmy's operation.
First you get rid of Grace Travis.
Make sure there's no trail of blood leading back to your door.
I don't think Max knows who shot at me.
Maybe somebody else is running things.
Maybe Max isn't the one making the decisions.
Yeah, not that decision maybe.
But Michael Chen and Tony Aldon, Jimmy...
Sam.
Even if he didn't order those hits, he knows who did.
And he knows who pulled the trigger.
I have to go back. Back to Jimmy.
I tell Jimmy that Max is his traitor.
You tell Jimmy his precious little son tried to knock him off,
who do you think he's going to believe?
Max unlocks everything.
Alright?
And if I can't get to him, maybe Jimmy can.
And maybe Jimmy can get something out of him.
Well, there goes my night ruined.
You realize that, don't you?
I'm not going to get any sleep, worrying about you.
You know, I don't feel so alone.
You knowing where I am.
Jimmy, we need to talk.
We are putting you to so much trouble.
Hey, it's fine.
You know, the walls upstairs are pretty thin,
so if you need anything in the night, just call out. Okay?
Thanks.
Oh, and if you disappear in the middle of the night,
don't worry, I'm used to it.
Does Evie know, about us?
No. No, she doesn't know, okay?
I'm sorry. It is complicated.
I mean, her mom, it's just... it's a nightmare right now.
I really should not have got you involved in this.
- It's such a mess. - I agreed.
It was my choice.
Okay. Okay.
- I'll get the bedding. - Thank you. Thank you.
Jonah, the armorer,
he and Max were at Santa Rita at the same time.
Jimmy, they knew each other.
And Tony Aldon visited Max at least three times while he was in jail.
And the last visit was the day before Tony died.
Did he tell you he was seeing Tony Aldon?
Well, maybe you should ask Max
what happened to your money
and who tried to take you out
and who killed my son.
What did you think? You could fuck me into believing you?
You asked me to find your traitor.
And you want to punish me because you don't like what I found?
Jimmy...
Please, Jimmy.
What the fuck?
Jackie Hays is a cop.
Are you shitting me?
Her real name's Grace Travis.
Can you put the gun down, please?
When did you find this out?
Tonight.
The gun... Thank you.
How?
One of the guys at the chess park.
Jackie busted him a few years ago for dealing.
Are you sure?
Think I'd be standing here in the middle of the night if I wasn't?
Does Dad know?
I don't know.
Why the fuck are you talking to me? Go tell him.
He thinks with his dick around Jackie. You've seen that.
He isn't going to listen to us.
Dad's losing it.
Clay Street... you save his ass. Everyone knows that.
And now you're the one who's going to pay.
Yeah? How do you figure that?
Jackie knows about the hits.
She's biding her time. She's collecting evidence.
Next thing you know, there's cops crawling all over this place.
Their filthy hands in Ruby's bedroom.
Shut up!
It's death row, Alec.
I'm sorry.
That's where you're going.
Alec...
Shut up. Just, wait a minute, let me think.
You're dead. You're never going to see your little girl again.
I'll take care of her and Cathy.
But you've got to get rid of Jackie.
She's a fucking cop.
She's the bitch who fucked our family over.
Why me?
What?
Why me?
Okay, I'll do it.
What's the crew going to think?
Alec, the heir apparent,
he can kill his own men but hasn't got the nerve to off some bitch cop.
I'm doing you a favor.
Giving you all the glory.
Kill her.
I went to the house.
You're not answering your phone.
Yeah, I wanted some peace.
Max came over last night.
Told me Jackie Hays is a cop.
An undercover cop.
Told me to kill her.
Jesus, you too? How low are you prepared to fucking go, Alec?
No, I got it. He was setting me up.
Any fucking garbage to come between me and your brother.
Why? Why do you feed me these lies?
He was setting me up to kill Jackie.
What do you want? I swear on my kid's life?
Why the fuck would I make this up?
Oh, no. I'm too stupid to make this up, huh?
Jesus.
I try and do the right thing...
If you tell anyone,
any fucking one, that Jackie's a cop...
Holy shit. She is?
Jackie is a cop and you knew?
When were you going to mention it, Dad?
When I was strapped to the gurney with three fucking needles in my arm?
- She won't do anything. - I'll go down for murder.
That's not what she's interested in.
You put that bitch before me?
Before my family?
- No. - Come on.
Ever since I can remember, even as a kid, nothing I did was good enough.
So I don't have Max's brains.
But I'm here.
Ever day. Making it happen.
I'm not at college playing at being a businessman.
I'm not in Santa Rita for wailing on a police officer.
And I'm not fucking an undercover cop.
No.
One fucking word, Dad.
Thanks.
How much would that have cost you?
No, you couldn't even spare that.
I swear to God,
sometimes you look at me
like you scraped me off the bottom of your goddamn shoe.
Great, that's it.
Okay.
That's right.
I hope you're not starving.
Breakfast might be quite some time.
No, it's okay.
Look,
I applied for a position in Ferndale.
Ferndale?
It's about 200 miles north of here.
Before or after...
I got the prospectus about a week ago.
So you already knew you were leaving.
No, no, I, well...
I hadn't... I hadn't totally decided.
And now you have.
Look, Shelley, my life is a mess right now.
You don't need me telling you.
You took a right hook to the jaw from my kid, for Christ's sake.
I thought you were working it out.
Ferndale is not that far.
Wait until you get there before you say that.
I'm sorry.
What happened?
Talk to me.
- Baby... - I finally do the right thing,
I finally fucking talk to him
and he throws it back in my face.
- Who? - Who do you think?
Jimmy.
Max was playing me. He was setting me up.
What, about Jackie?
- So she's not a cop? - Yeah, she is.
He was trying to get me to get rid of her.
Do it for him.
So I took it to Dad.
- What did he say? - He blew up.
Took Max's side as he always does.
I swear to God, if I see my brother one more time, I am going to fucking...
What are you doing?
Alec. Baby, talk to me.
I'm getting out of here before I do something I'm going to regret.
Call me, Jimmy.
Have you spoken to Max?
Cos if you have, I need to know what he said.
You're angry. I get it.
Please.
Please just call me.
You sound desperate.
Yeah, I am desperate.
You got anything on Max?
Uh-uh. No. One offence, no priors.
No drunk driving, no grad pranks. Nothing. The guy was a saint.
Have the Feds come back with anything new on Michael Chen?
I talked to a guy who put me onto a woman who put me onto his handler.
And?
He said that before he could give me any of the details
on a money-laundering operation that Chen was involved in,
he had to take it upstairs.
You're letting yourself get dicked around. You know that?
What am I supposed to do, sleep with the guy?
Jesus.
What?
- I... - What?
No, you wouldn't have done that.
Shit.
You slept with Jimmy Laszlo?
Fuck off, Mitch. Of course not.
Not to get information.
Stop. I don't want to hear it.
Yeah, you wouldn't understand.
Must be pretty serious if you want to meet out here.
Yeah.
Tony Aldon was sweating like a pig the day he signed the lease on these offices.
Said I was playing above my league.
Someone would take me out within a year.
Me, I... I just saw the future.
Now, I hear Tony came to see you in Santa Rita.
The week he died.
I was thinking of starting up in business on my own.
And Tony offered to help me.
You never mentioned it.
I wanted to surprise you.
You do too much for me, Dad. I've been coasting.
I think it's time I made it on my own.
Someone whacks Tony, the money's missing...
You'd seen him a couple of days before and you still don't tell me?
Well, right then I didn't think my plan was that important.
Everything you do is important to me.
What kind of business are you thinking of moving into?
Well, I'm considering my options.
Yeah? Alright.
Now, in my experience, options need money.
Yeah?
25 million would pay for a lot of options.
What?
Whoa, okay, where's this coming from?
Is this Jackie?
Jackie's a cop, Dad.
She's an undercover cop.
How do you know she's a cop?
She asked me out a couple of times. Drinks, dinner.
The bitch came onto me. Did she mention that?
She's been playing us off each other.
She's trying to tear us apart, Dad.
Your mother and me were so proud of you.
How could we produce a child so sure of himself, so confident?
Not needy or begging for attention like Alec.
Jackie, Dad, she's the fucking problem.
Nothing ever was your fault.
Even as a child you blamed your brother for any little thing that went wrong.
All the time acting... It was eating your heart out.
How come Maddie and I never saw that?
Even now you're using Alec to do your dirty work.
Is that what he told you?
He came to me.
After you visited him last night.
Your scheme didn't work, Max.
You can't trust what that savage says.
Not over me.
He cuts off people's heads, Dad.
You think that's leadership?
He made a mistake. At least he was trying to put it right.
Max, Max, Max...
what you and I have, it's too precious to waste.
Tell me the truth. Tell me the truth.
Please. I can forgive you.
Alright?
A bank?
You seriously thought I'd want to run a bank?
What happened to you?
Charlie and Tony sold you out.
It's no wonder. Look at you.
Letting some bitch jerk you around by the dick.
What?
Huh...
You wanted the truth, Dad.
Look at you.
You're a monster.
In a tailored suit.
How did you think I'd turn out?
If you'd have asked,
I'd have given you everything.
When I'm with him, I'm Jackie.
And for a while I don't feel the pain.
What happens once you find your killer?
Yeah? Speaking.
I appreciate that. Yup, thanks.
The Feds came good on an address for Michael Chen.
An office building they were running a money-laundering operation out of.
The corner of Ellis and Hyde, South San Fran.
That's where Chen arranged to meet me.
What exactly did Chen want anyway?
Background intel on Jimmy Laszlo?
Hernandez put him onto Wilson, Wilson got lazy and had me go.
Think Chen had something to tell you?
It can't have been urgent.
The meeting was set up two days before.
Wilson said, 10 minutes max.
Let's go see if the office is still in operation.
Someone there might be able to tell me what Chen wanted.
Okay, you think I'm a whore.
Well, if you want to sit there sulking, I'm not going to beg.
You can stop with the charm offensive now.
I haven't come this far not to get a result.
- This is it, this is the building. - Uh-huh.
It's looking like maybe the Feds packed it up and relocated, huh?
The operation died with Michael Chen?
Maybe.
I'm going to get onto Chen's handler here.
- Hey. - Mitch.
What?
Whatever happened, it happened here.
Where?
Remember I told you that I was off duty
and I went to get Sam from soccer practice.
I was going to take him home
but Tom was running late, so I had to bring Sam with me.
So we parked here, right.
I was going to get Michael Chen, come back.
I was gone a few minutes.
And I left Sam drawing in the car.
What are you saying?
Sam was in the car.
A week, I don't know, a few days later,
he drew this.
He drew a dragon and then he drew another one.
And another, and another.
You know, kids get crazes, right?
That's what I thought.
But then he started wetting the bed.
The doctor said it was fine.
He said that, you know, it was a phase,
that maybe someone at school or...
I gotta go home.
I want you down this end.
You're doing a great job.
- Kick it here. - I'm trying.
- Hello. - 'Tommy...'
Before Sam died he was drawing those dragons. Remember?
'And he was wetting the bed.'
Are you okay? Where are you?
'Was there anything else that he said?
Try and remember.
Did he say that he'd seen something?'
Something bad.
No, he... he told me nothing.
He'd just nod and say sorry for wetting the bed.
- Yeah. - 'Just like he did with you?'
He just kept saying sorry.
I wasn't listening.
'I was hearing, I wasn't listening.'
Has something happened?
There was a star on the dragon's neck.
Did he say anything about that?
'No. No, not to me.'
Maybe he said something to Evie.
Is she there?
Yeah, she's here. I'll ask her.
- 'It's okay, I'll call her.' - Grace, no.
I'll ask her.
Can we come home yet?
Soon.
You stay at your mom's last night?
Shelley's.
Shelley?
You mean the teacher?
'Yes.'
Look, Evie's upstairs in the guest bedroom next to Shelley's bedroom
and I'm downstairs on the couch.
Which is cool, so, you know...
'You know, it's comfy for a couch. Yeah.'
As long as you're both safe.
Fuck.
See you all again here this time next week. Good job.
Hey, sweetheart, you did good. You did good.
Absolutely.
- Here you go. - Shelley.
Hey. I guess we'll see you back at the house.
- Sure. - Okay.
Come on, let's go.
You did good.
Better than I ever was, that's for sure.
So, I just got off the phone with your mother.
And she was asking about the...
the pictures that Sam was drawing before he died,
the one of the dragon. You remember that one?
Did he say anything about that to you?
No.
Did he ever say anything about being afraid or scared of something?
Sometimes he'd sneak in with me.
You know, if he... wet himself.
You never told us about that.
Me and Sam never talked about it.
He'd hold on tight and sneak back when he heard the alarm.
Why didn't you say something?
Cos he came to me and not you.
Your brother loved you very much.
I didn't love him.
Not all the time.
I mean, he could be pretty annoying and...
- Mom liked him more than me. - She did not.
- That makes me a bad person. - Hey, hey.
It does not make you a bad person.
It makes you an honest person. That's all.
You love someone sometimes, you just...
You forget why.
That's all. Okay?
So if you die, who's gonna have me?
What?
Mom doesn't want me.
Uncle Jack's already got his own kids.
Grandma's too old.
I mean, Shelley likes me but...
That's only because of you.
Who'd have me?
- There's no-one. - Sweetheart, listen to me.
I have no intention of dying, okay?
Yeah, neither did Sam.
'Yeah?'
It's me.
What?
'I think my parole's about to be revoked.'
- Why? - Just put it in the system.
Yeah, okay.
That's good to know.
Thanks for calling.
Yeah?
I got all the Laszlos flagged. An alert's just come in.
Max Laszlo's wanted on parole violation.
What?
Yeah, it seems he missed a meeting with his supervising officer.
They put a warrant out for him.
- They'll drag his ass back to Santa Rita tomorrow. - No, no.
If they do that then I lose him for a year, minimum.
'He's not going anywhere. You can talk to him inside.'
Come on, Mitch. He made me. Like he's going to agree to see me, let alone talk.
He and everything he knows will be locked up together.
- Think Jimmy could have something on him? - 'He won't return my calls.
Where is Max?'
You could have sat on this, Mitch.
But you didn't. You called me.
Come on, you're a good cop. You're one of the best.
Don't tell me you didn't check.
Cell site has him located at the docks.
He's on Jimmy's pier.
The pier. Are you sure?
'Think it's a trap?
- Travis...' - Maybe. I don't know.
I'm coming with you.
'No, it's too late. I'm close.
- Thank you for offering.' - Just... Don't do this.
Please, don't do this.
Mitch, you're not the bad guy.
Why should you be the one hiding in the shadows?
Huh?
You want to take your boy to the diner, don't you?
Listen, he's got the home field advantage.
You don't know what you're walking into.
Yeah.
- 'Look, I'm begging you.' - Yeah.
- 'I'm begging you.' - Alright.
I know you want to get him. Fine. This is not the way to do it.
No, I hear you.
Maybe we can figure out another way to flush him out?
I'm serious.
Alright, alright, I'm not going.
Why don't... Why don't I come over to you?
'We'll figure something out. I'll be there in an hour.'
- Okay? - 'Okay.'
Come on, you fucking bitch, move.
That's it.
Keep going, keep going.
A little further.
Come on.
That's it. That's it.
- Agh! - Ugh!
Parole violation, huh?
That's a bit fucking convenient, Max.
What, your source didn't tell you?
I know all there is to know about playing someone.
You little bitch.
- Get the fuck up. - I'm not going anywhere.
You just fucking broke my leg!
Ah, little baby Max has hurt his little knee.
- I said get the fuck up. - Okay, okay.
Okay.
I'm up. Where are we going? Are we going for a drive?
Now move, you little bitch.
What? How exciting. Where are you taking me, huh?
This could take some time, Jackie.
Or is it Grace? Can I call you Grace?
- Come on! - Argh! Fucking bitch.
Crawl. Come on. Come on.
What are you doing? You're not even a cop any more.
Come on!
Agh, you fucking bitch.
Agh. What is it, huh?
Is it Jimmy? Huh? Is it my dad?
Do you love my dad?
Do you want his babies?
What the fuck do you want, Grace?
I want to know why you had my son killed.
- Move. - Okay...
Move!
So, hang on, all this is about some fucking kid?
Some kid I never even fucking heard of!
Do you know how long I've been planning this?
You screwed my plans.
You turned my dad against me.
All for some fucking little snot-nosed dead kid?
Argh!
Fuck!
Sam. He had a name.
Well, if you're going for pathos, I wouldn't bother,
because I don't... I don't know anything about love.
I don't know anything about...
Sam? Agh!
Now stop fucking lying.
If I were lying, it would be a much better lie than that.
I don't know anything about your son.
I didn't kill your son, I didn't have your son killed.
Now if you're going to kill me for something I didn't do, Grace, go right ahead.
Argh!
You know who killed him.
You just didn't order it.
So before you kill me, come on.
Tell me,
whose bitch are you?
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