Graceland (2013–2015): Season 1, Episode 4 - Pizza Box - full transcript
Mike's brilliant performance as Marine in Paul's service as 'arms dealer' wins Nigerian drug lord Jeremiah Bello's complete confidence, he's even recruited as the gang's shooting instructor and wriggles masterly pout of accusations by duly suspicious, disgraced and tortured dumb gang lieutenant Eddie. Joe is far too enthusiastic to use his barrio street gang past to pose for Paige as heavy member bodyguard for Jakes to catch weed grower Ashika Pearl, whose bed Joe shares all too eagerly.
MIKE: Previously an Graceland...
DJ". You can never walk up to a woman and
say, "Hi, I'm Special Agent Mike Warren."
I'm Abby. it's nice to meet you, Mike.
- Put me on Bello.
- Hell no.
MIKE". He's a major player in Long Beach.
He's into drugs, guns.
Jakes just scored 1,000
armor-piercing bullets.
You tell Bello that
you got a guy at Camp Pendleton
with the bullets, a marine.
- That'd be you.
- I've got the look, right?
You know what a heat run is?
A heat run is when someone makes
a series of random turns
and speed changes in order to avoid a tail.
BRIGGS". Our boy Eddie. He just bought half
a million dollars in illegal ammo.
He always makes the same exact heat run.
You know where he's going.
- There they are.
-(TIRES SQUEAL)
Eddie, how did anyone know
where you would be?
- I would never betray you.
- Light the stove.
Can I buy an ounce?
It's gonna be two.
I heard it was good, though.
- Top of the line.
- That's cheap, but okay.
(POLICE SIRENS)
CHARLIE: It was the end of an age of virtue,
and the authorities shuddered
as immorality and hedonism intensified.
Finally, Pope Sixtus V declared
an end to Protestantism.
Inquisitors swept through ltalia
like a flash flood.
Their cruelty was boundless,
and as time passed, transgressors realized
there would be no reprieve.
Don't!
Watch the car.
My great-grandmother's,
great-grandmother's great-grandma
ran the kitchen at the Cathedral Di Napoli.
- Her name was Francesca.
- That math doesn't add up.
This isn't a story about math, listen.
As Francesca prepared
her famous ragu for the inquisitors,
she heard a knock at the cathedral door.
(KNOCKS)
Niccolo, a handsome cordwainer,
begging for sanctuary from the inquisition.
- What's a cordwainer again?
- A luxury shoemaker. Don't interrupt.
- You'll throw off the magic.
- I'm sorry.
Anyway, knowing this kid
faced torture or death,
Francesca hid Niccolo in the pantry.
She promised to keep her ragu warm
until the local vicar
declared the city cleansed.
No, last time you said it was
an archdeacon, remember?
- Now, it's a vicar. Shut up, Johnny.
- Yeah.
After three long days,
the inquisitors finally left Napoli.
Niccolo survived on the promise
and smell of the ragu.
They fell in love and vowed to pass on
the sauce to their children
and their children's children
till the end of days.
- Yeah.
-(APPLAUSE)
- Every time.
- CHARLIE: This is Francesca's ragu.
It takes three days to prepare,
and the rules are simple.
Don't touch and don't be late.
There will be no leftovers.
The best bedtime story ever.
Calling it an early one?
- Range at 0600.
- What?
Blasting the old seven ring.
You need some help?
That depends, do you have
ancestors from medieval Naples?
- No.
- Okay, then don't touch my braciole.
This the score?
It's crazy these mopes who do a street deal
when you can get pot legally.
Yeah, there's still a market for it
with teenagers, illegal immigrants,
people that are too embarrassed
to ask their doctor.
It's dense.
Thick, wiry hairs, purple highlights.
Guessing Master Kush
and India Kush hybrid.
I'm sorry. What does that mean?
It means there's no way it should
be selling as cheap as $200 an ounce.
- Yo, Chuckie.
- Yo.
You gonna be manning
that sauce all weekend?
Yeah, I jacked up my back
shutting down the Grape Street cook.
Figured I'd take a few sick days,
a few more Vicodin.
-(LAUGHS) I hear you, man.
-(PHONE CHIMES)
What have you got there, smiley?
- Nothing.
- CHARLIE: Nothing?
- Nothing's making you grin pretty wide.
-(LAUGHS)
MIKE: it's an inside joke.
Men don't grin at their text messages.
It's from Abby.
"Don't forget about Maryland"?
- CHARLIE: Who's Abby?
-It's the girl from The Drop.
- Oh.
- What's in Maryland, Mikey?
- Soft-shell crabs. Give it back.
- Huh?
- Come on.
- No, no, no.
Is your new girlfriend trying to steal
you back to the Eastern Seaboard?
- She's not my girlfriend.
- She's hot?
We hung out once.
- And I know we don't date here.
- Give him back his phone, Johnny.
- Who said we don't date?
- Everyone.
We can date. We just can't get too close.
No one expects you to survive
on the company of these degenerates.
BRIGGS: Smelling good down here, Chuck.
CHARLIE: You missed the story, honey.
Yeah, I know the story, honey.
- Now it was a vicar this time.
- A vicar, huh?
- Yeah.
- Hey, Mike.
I need to see you in the phone room.
Eddie called. Listen.
EDDIE: (SPEAKS NATIVE LANGUAGE)
I've been trying to reach you.
- BRIGGS: Well, now you got me.
- The boss wants a sit-down.
- You're in.
-BRIGGS: Send an address. I?! be there.
Bring your marine friend.
The boss would like him, too.
- I hope your camo's clean.
- Could be another setup.
Yeah, it could.
Smile, Mike.
We just got a sit-down
with Southern California's
primary heroin supplier.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
The agency won't approve
DNA testing to match the buds.
All the money they're
throwing at the war on drugs...
It looks the same to me.
Yeah, Dale, come here real quick.
- What's up?
- See this?
This is from Silver Barn Collective
up in San Luis Obispo.
You can get it at almost any dispensary
-in the county.
- Mmm.
And this I pulled off an
El Segundo High sophomore last night.
CHARLIE: it's the same strain.
A lot of weed farms grow
more than they're legally allowed.
End up putting the extra on the street.
Yeah, that's what we're thinking.
I would drive up there and shut 'em down,
but the DEA won't approve farm raids
unless it's a sure thing.
Politicians. Need my help?
You worked that Canadian pipeline
a few years back, right?
Four months up and down
the coast in an 18-wheeler.
Then the state decriminalizes weed,
and the dealers I'm working
aren't criminals anymore.
Well, it looks like they're criminals again.
The owner of Silver Barn is Ashika Pearl.
You gotta be kidding me.
- What?
- This broad drove me crazy.
- Jakesy had a crush.
- No, no, no, no.
I had to fight her off with a stick.
- Really?
- Yeah.
It's bad form to sleep with perps.
I will try not to put you in that position,
but if I pose as a dealer,
can you set me up a meet?
No, my cover with her
had Latin gang contacts.
You don't exactly pass as Mexican mafia.
Well, if it's not Paige, then...
- Johnny!
- Yo. What?
- DJ: You're Mexican, right?
- What?
Hey, Mike, why don't you lose
the shoulder harness, okay?
I know the tac team's gonna be close,
but I'm not going in there unarmed.
Easy, buddy, I didn't say you were.
Wear it visible though.
We're not the only ones
that remember our last meeting.
Ah, you think Bello's gonna respect
a little self-preservation, huh?
Yeah, or he'll shoot you on sight.
Who knows?
CHARLIE: Sure you don't want a red rose?
JOHNNY: (CHUCKLES) No, man.
All black is more legit.
You want legit,
you should let me Bic your head.
(LAUGHS) You ain't touching my head, girl.
My hair ain't much,
but it's the featured attraction, you know?
That's something
for the ladies to look forward to.
(CHUCKLES) I hate you. Jerk.
What's your back story, JT?
Grew up in the LBC.
I joined Eastside Longos
when my best friend got gunned down
by some Cambodians in a drive-by.
Longos are high-profile.
You sure you wanna bite that off?
That's my brother's real life.
I won't mess it up.
DJ: Yo, customs in the house.
Meet's in 30. How we looking?
- Almost done.
- No, no, no, no.
We still gotta do below the belt.
One, they don't make airbrushes that small.
And, two, nobody's looking
below your belt, Johnny.
What if she, like,
wants to go skinny-dipping?
In what alternate Mexican universe
do drug dealers suggest skinny-dipping?
People are into weird shit.
(CHUCKLES) I don't think you wanna
go swimming with these, baby.
- What about, like, naked Twister?
- I'm not having this conversation.
- Come on, Jakes!
- Get him inked and get downstairs.
Jakes? Jakes, I love you, man.
CHARLIE: You're stupid.
- Yo.
- What?
We should do a chupacabra
on my left butt cheek.
- Right?
- Shut up.
You know what those are, right?
- Lay flat.
-(CHUCKLES)
Christ, man. Did a number on you, huh?
Stay here.
- Jesus. Look at his eye.
- Yeah, it's ugly, but it's good for us.
Good for us how?
Well, Bello's burning his own lieutenants.
It means he's convinced
we didn't sell him out to Bobby Moi.
Come on.
Future reference, man,
I like this place
much better than your warehouse.
(CHUCKLES)
You and me both. Frisk them.
MIKE: I'll save you 30 seconds
and a broken hand.
BELLO: Ah.
- Is that a problem?
- No.
Given the introduction,
I understand the wariness.
Cool. So, what's good here?
Don't sit.
Today I want to speak to your friend.
- Is that a problem?
- Not at all.
You're on your own.
(MIKE CLEARS THROAT)
(EXHALES)
So, you are a marine.
- When I was 18, I joined the Nigerian Army.
- Mmm.
A year later,
the President Abacha was dead.
I was rewarded for my service with exile.
(CHUCKLES)
- Sounds like you picked the wrong side.
- Ah...
lam the one sipping the champagne now.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
So what are we doing here?
Business.
Have you ever seen
a pit bull in his first fight?
I had bulldogs growing up.
Well then, I'll tell you, it's not a pretty thing.
They have the teeth.
They have the muscularity.
But they have not quite yet
learned how to fight.
My recruits are quite savage,
but they lack the practical skill.
You want me to teach them to shoot?
They should at least have their WQBs.
Their what? What's WQB?
Would you like me
to put a bullet in your stomach?
This is a public place.
See, let me worry about that.
How is it as a marine who served,
you don't know what a WQB is?
You mean a pizza box?
It's the lowest level of marksmanship.
I haven't heard anyone say WQB
since first week of boot.
Uh-huh.
They call it a pizza box?
It's a square.
The name's asinine,
but that's what people call it.
My boys should have their pizza boxes.
It pays quite well.
If I'm in, should I expect to have a gun
pointed at me every time we meet?
(CHUCKLES)
I pray that this is the last time.
(BOTH LAUGH)
- I'm in.
- Good.
Edward will get you the details.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Hey, Paulie. What's the word?
Gettin' a drink.
Rum's usually your morning drink.
Yeah, well, you know,
the dog bites at all hours.
What's up? You wanna talk or what?
- No. Would you like a drink?
- I'm good. Where's Mike?
- Mike is making a deal with Bello.
- Your Bello?
Mmm-hmm.
First real meet-and-greet with a guy
I've been chasing for three months...
And the kid snakes it from you.
Well, I mean,
he didn't really snake it from me.
Bello just wants him to play drill sergeant
with his greenhorns.
Oh, good for Mike.
The kid wasn't supposed
to have to carry it on his own.
Oh, my God!
Honey, if you're so worried about him,
why aren't you sitting at command?
There's a team on him.
You know what your problem is?
- What is my problem, Charlie?
- You got quarterback syndrome.
You don't think any of us can win
unless you're leading the charge.
Well, I mean,
Tom Brady has quarterback syndrome.
And he also has three championship rings.
Yeah, and Eli's got two
and he's four years younger.
You Pats fans make me sick.
- You were making a point, I think?
- Yeah, okay.
Mike's closer to Bello
than anyone's ever been, right?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
So what are you more interested in,
the yards or the ring? Come on.
(swans)
JOHNNY: Yo, slow down, bro.
- We're already late, man.
- So what?
So what is, this ain't a costume party,
Johnny, it's a drug buy.
(SCOFFS) it's a weed buy.
So it's basically legal, right?
Yeah, well, until it's literally legal,
we do our job.
All right, Lancelot.
- You sound like Mike now, bro.
- Hey, man.
Before I met her, Ashika Pearl
lit a crop on fire up in Humboldt.
She watched six rival growers
burn to death.
So please excuse me if I take this seriously.
Okay, okay, okay, okay.
- Yo, Ashika, what is that?
-Indian.
- Indian like rain dance or belly dance?
- Belly dance.
- But she's white though, right?
- Yeah.
She found Buddha,
decided to change her name.
Yo, that's a Nation of Islam thing,
changing your name.
She's crazy, all right?
I don't know what else to say.
- Is she hot though? Tell me the truth.
- Yeah, I guess.
Yo, Johnny, can we just do this fast?
Set a deal, agree to terms,
and make the bust.
I don't wanna be here longer than I have to.
- You got it, bro. Yes, sir.
- Dude, don't do that shit.
- You're late.
- I know. I'm sorry.
- I couldn't find my key...
- Dale Jacobs.
- You beautiful son of a bitch.
- All right.
Okay.
- Try to be a little more European, will ya?
- All right.
- Anyway, it's good to see you.
- Yeah. it's good to see you.
So, this is the guy I was telling you about.
- Ashika, JT.
- JT, huh?
- What's your story?
- What does it matter what my story is?
- Just chill, man, okay?
- I ain't got no story, B.
Dale says you could hook me up, here I am.
- Is that what he says?
- Yeah.
DJ: I heard you were back in business.
On the right side of things.
(SCOFFS) Other side where the money's at.
ASHIKA: Sweetheart,
I don't need vocational advice
from some low-level banger
selling ditch weed out of his El Camino.
JOHNNY: Oh, yeah?
I don't need no lip from some uppity,
'60s throwback, yoga mat gringa
-who doesn't know when to shut...
- Hey! Yo, chill, all right?
She show me some respect, I'll chill.
I don't need this shit, man.
You used to keep better company.
I swear, I did not know
he was gonna act up like that.
You know, you were always a good one.
And I trust you, but I don't know
about your amigo over there.
No, I get it. Just, you know,
give him another shot, all right?
He'll behave, my word.
All right. Come out to the farm tomorrow,
and maybe I'll help you out.
- Okay.
- Maybe.
DJ". It was good to see you.
- What the hell was that?
- What was what?
What was what? You almost blew my case.
I didn't blow nothing.
I thought I could help you guys out.
No, you don't have to think.
You are enlisted to facilitate
a DEA investigation...
- Come on now.
- Nothing more.
When reports got FBI up in the header,
-then you can front like a street thug.
- Hold up.
You guys see this, right?
I can't be Longo and get punked
by some hippie chick.
You're a federal agent with a henna tattoo.
Okay, okay, look.
What's done is done.
We'll go to the farm tomorrow.
We'll get eyes on the overgrowth, okay?
Yeah, all right.
- Sorry, baby.
- Don't even. Don't even.
(JOHNNY CHUCKLES)
-(KNOCKS) Hey, hey.
- MIKE: Yo.
The Bello files?
Yeah, I'm just kinda
going through it all again.
- Hey, you did a lot of work on this.
- I'll tell you what though.
You man a case for five or six years,
you end up keeping
whole paper mills in business.
Yeah. Listen. I've been racking my brain.
We gotta get you back under.
No, no. No, this is where you step up, Mike.
I've been asked to train
a criminal organization
to shoot with military proficiency.
Five minutes later, I get a call from ASAC
saying that I need to pretend
to train them. Pretend.
- This guy is burning out people's eyeballs.
- Mmm.
- You wanna keep your eyeballs?
- Uh, yeah.
(CHUCKLES)
Okay. Yeah, I'll call the Bureau.
I'll explain that
we're in a position of control here.
We can't really pretend,
but we can pump the brakes a bit.
How about that?
- Thank you.
- All right.
Okay. Hey, guys, listen up.
Warren is out there with a lot of heat.
Let's stay alert.
- BELLO: Are these weapons satisfactory?
- I asked Eddie for matching HKs.
When requesting weapons
with no serial numbers,
one cannot be so selective.
Americans?
And you're expecting Nigerians?
The City of Los Angeles
was not easy to tame.
You have your blacks in South Central,
your Latins in East LA,
and none of them wanted me here.
- You pushed into their territory.
- I pushed, and I won.
I made it clear that this was
only going to end one of two ways.
Join you or die, like Alexander the Great.
Surrender to the glory of Athens!
Hey, I like that.
Bello, the targets are up. We are ready.
Excellent.
Yeah, you can go ahead
and take those down, Eddie.
- What are you talking about?
- We won't be shooting today.
Okay, okay. This is the hard sell.
Ready to go on my word.
Why won't we be shooting today, Michael?
Eddie, may I see your gun?
Before we learn to fire our weapons,
we must first understand our weapons.
Today we field strip our firearm.
Disassembly, cleaning, and reassembly.
What is this?
Is this really what you are paying him for?
A gun jams, draws to the side, ammo sticks.
If it misfires, blows off your hand.
Any of that happens, you're tits up.
Yes, Edward.
This is precisely what I am paying him for.
Good work, Mike.
Follow his instructions.
I want to hear nothing but positive reports.
Stay. Perhaps you will learn something.
Okay, gentlemen.
First thing we do is pullback
on the slide here while engaging this.
Does anybody know what that's called?
Get comfortable, people.
Looks like we're in for a long day.
(CARRYING THE TOHCH PLAYING)
JOHNNY: Yo, I tried to sneak down
again last night.
You know she's sleeping in the living room?
DJ: Yeah, Charlie always sleeps downstairs
when she's making sauce.
Yeah, but three days in a row?
That's, like, two and a half days too many.
Consider it an exercise
in delayed gratification.
Speaking of, man. You and Ashika never...
Nope. Nothing.
- Not once?
- Nothing.
She not your type,
or you just couldn't get it up?
You could tell me, bro. it's safe. Safe tree.
Wow, you really just think of this
-as summer camp, don't you?
-(LAUGHS)
We don't have summer camp
in the ghetto, bro.
So now you're making up
for a crappy childhood. Makes sense.
My childhood was all right.
I didn't need my rich lawyer daddy
to send me off to make friendship bracelets.
Of course not. You were too busy
flexing your street cred with the vatos.
Bro, you really think
I get off on this, don't you?
These are the same guys
who used to jump me
'cause they said I wasn't a real Mexican,
'cause I didn't bang.
And my brother Tony got this same tattoo,
and we never saw him again.
You wanted me to be an ese,
I'm being an esefor you.
If you bail again, we got nothing.
And the judge ain't gonna issue
a longer sentence
because your UC was authentic.
- Remember that.
- Whatever, man.
Tell Paige we're about here.
- Yo, Paige, how's it looking from the rear?
- All good. You guys staying civil up there?
You know it.
Like bunkmates at summer camp.
PAIGE: What's up?
JOHNNY: We're pulling up now.
10-4. We'll hang back till you've got
a deal or verified the overgrow.
Pull over.
JOHNNY: Yo, this don't look
like no grass to me.
You're very astute.
That's cucumber over there.
That's eggplant over there.
And everything is certified
organic, homeodynamic.
And I think what you're looking for
is over there in that barn.
Okay.
I recall that you loved oolong tea.
- Nope.
- Yeah.
But you always made me drink it.
Yes, you did. A woman knows.
- Hey, Dheera, come here.
- What's oolong tea?
Why don't you cook up
a big pot of oolong? Okay?
Yo, I like tea.
Man, there's nothing like a little
hot cup of tea on a really cold night.
{LAUGHS} And we bade {at of cold nights.
- Hell yeah.
- Yeah.
I never wanna sleep in a semi cab again.
- Do you remember that one time...
- Yeah, with the sheriff.
In the woods?
- Living on sardines and Fritos.
- ASHIKA: Oh, my God!
Dude, the fireflies.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Yo, have you guys ever seen fireflies
when they all light up at the same time?
When I was a kid, one time we drove
to Kansas City to visit mi tio y tia,
and at night when you hit the headlights,
they just all light up, like,
all green all at one time.
I never knew why
they did it though, you know?
- Courtship.
- Courtship?
Yeah, it's natural mate selection.
(CHUCKLES) Oh, that's awesome.
So, um, you think we could see the harvest?
No.
(LAUGHS)
The plants are on a UV cycle,
so I can't show you until the morning.
- Yeah.
- Ashika, so what are we doing here?
'Cause your friend acted like a coñnito.
And I wanted to give him
a chance to grow on me.
All right. That's fair.
She's not gonna make this deal.
DJ". We drove five hours out here for what?
- Dinner. I made chili.
-(CELL PHONE CHIMES)
- You made chili?
- Yeah.
Yo, yo, you speaking my language.
You know what? I got somewhere to be.
Just chill. We could do it.
ASHIKA: I wanna ask you something.
Do you like TVP?
I don't know. What's TVP?
- Textured vegetable protein.
- Yeah.
It's not fried, Johnny. You wouldn't like it.
I might like it.
I'm into trying new things, Jakes.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
I'm starting to see why you like this guy.
Come here. Now, what's this?
Oh, yeah. What does that say?
Eastside.
- Longo.
- Longo.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Yeah, I got them all over.
Oh. yeah?
I could show you later if you want.
Yeah?
If you got some honey for my tea.
- I got some honey.
-(CHUCKLES)
Son, she is a freak.
(CHUCKLES)
Tell me you are not trying
to get laid right now.
I ain't trying. it's just gonna happen.
- Look, man...
- No, no, no, no.
First of all, admit that it was
a good idea I got tatted down under.
- It doesn't matter.
-It does too matter.
- Paige is calling this thing off.
- No, no, no.
Don't call it off.
Look, if Ashika needs
to get to know me, so be it.
Yo, look me in my face. I am not eating TVP.
Nobody's asking you to eat TVP.
Let me take one for the team, dude.
Yo, Johnny, yo, this girl is dangerous.
I'm dangerous. Eastside, son.
ASHIKA: Hey.
.H&Y-
.H&Y-
- Where's Johnny?
- DJ: He's staying for dinner.
(EXHALES) Okay.
(PHONE LINE TRILLING)
Mike who likes Georgetown girls.
MIKE: Abby who likes crabs.
I think we can both agree
"Abby who likes crabs"
-is a nickname that shouldn't stick.
-(LAUGHS)
Hey, I'm sorry I haven't called sooner.
Things have been a little crazy.
It is absolutely okay.
But I actually cannot chat long.
lam out with some friends.
-0h, I'll let you go.
- No. You called to ask me out.
Let's do that first.
Do you wanna do dinner tomorrow?
I'm sorry. Did you just say "do dinner"?
I think I did.
Despite that, I would love to.
Great. Oh, wait.
No, I have the sauce.
- The what?
-It's this...
Just this thing with my roommates.
I can't do dinner, but I could do drinks.
Sure. Same old haunt?
- Yeah. I'll see you at The Drop.
- All right.
(GRUNTS)
(GUN COCKS)
(PANTING)
You are going to be quiet.
Do you understand?
Who are you?
What kind of question is that, who am I?
You know who I am.
I don't know who you are.
You show up and we get hit by Bobby Moi.
And now you are running the circus.
It stinks to me.
- Your boss trusts me.
- That is his mistake.
(GUNSHOT)
(GRUNTS)
I'm gonna walk away now.
If I ever see you follow me again,
I'll take your other eye.
(METAL CLINKING)
He made a heat run back to the house.
You made a heat run, right?
- Of course.
- Good boy.
Okay, but it doesn't matter, all right?
Next time, Eddie might not be
in a talking mood.
- And what if he reports back to Bello?
- No, no, no.
Bello did not send him after me.
Okay, but, Mike,
if Eddie gives him anything suspicious,
he'll slit your throat and dump
your dead body in the LA River.
Eddie's a liability. Drag his ass in.
- We can't.
- Why not?
We'd only fuel his conviction.
No, no. Charlie's right.
Yeah, we bring him in.
Only we're gonna fuel
Bello's conviction instead.
Meaning what?
Well, these two obviously have trust issues,
as evidenced by Eddie's
new permanent wink, right?
So, we just reinforce that.
How?
We get Paige to reprise her role
as Bobby Moi's girlfriend.
And, Charlie, you bring him in.
You drag me all the way here
to watch this dumb bitch cry?
"Dumb bitch." That's nice.
No wonder she's filming on you.
Diming on me? I've never seen her before.
- Right.
- I swear to you, I wasn't in valved.
You gonna tell me you don't recognize him?
- Bobby Moi.
- That's his girl in the other room.
And that has what to do with me?
Because a couple of weeks ago,
Bobby Moi stole a truckload
of bullets from your boss.
This morning I'm hearing all this talk
that Bobby got his intel from an Eddie
in Bello's organization.
- You are setting me up.
- Tracked the name Eddie to you.
Tracked the rumors to her.
Lawyer.
You know, girlfriends hear
a lot of personal business.
- Lawyer.
- You sure?
I assume you, uh...
You use the same counsel
that your boss keeps on retainer, right?
Yeah.
I wouldn't want that
getting back to him either.
- He knows we trumped this up.
- Yeah.
And he can go right to Bello
and tell him that the FBI
knows more than they should.
Yeah.
But he won't because...
'Cause right about now,
Bello's getting word
that Eddie sold him out to Bobby Moi.
Wait a minute. This isn't a bluff?
Mmm-mmm.
CHARLIE: Hey, listen, I can't offer you
witness protection
unless you give me something, Eddie.
- Not going to happen.
-All right.
Then I'm gonna put you on a bus.
I have a girl here.
Well, now you got a ticket to Flagstaff.
I'll have another FBI agent
waiting for you outside.
I'll take your ticket.
But I want nothing else to do
with you crooked sons of bitches.
If we spread that rumor,
we are writing his death warrant.
No, actually he signed it himself
when he took a job with a guy
who pours hot lead in people's eyeballs.
We are giving Bello
an excuse to do something worse.
Uh-uh. Really, we're giving Eddie
the chance to walk away.
(TROUBLE TOWN PLAYING)
(SINGING) Stuck in speed bump city
Where the only
thing that's pretty
Is the thought
of getting out
There's a tower
block overhead
All you've got's
your benefits
And you're barely
scraping by
In this trouble town
Troubles are found
In this trouble town
Words do get round
Kick the bottom
make troubles flee
Smoke until
our eyes would bleed
Sparkle pop the seed
In this trouble town
Troubles are found
Sitting on the pavement
Boy, you've missed
your payment
And they're gonna
find you soon
If there's a beating
in the rain
If there's a little
bit of pain...
Hey, boo.
He's still not picking up.
God forbid he makes any of this easy on us.
Hey, it's not how I would've done it,
but he did confirm the overgrow.
No, I should keep that.
When Johnny's outside,
I'll call in the tac team.
No. I'm not waiting around
if he's knee-deep in whack job.
As soon as I'm in the barn,
I'm gonna call it in.
- Okay, do not rush this.
- Oh, I'ma rush this.
(CHUCKLES)
Troubles are found
In this trouble town
Fools are found
Sitting on the pavement
Boy, you've missed
your payment
And they're gonna
find you soon
If there's a beating
in the streets
If there's a feeling
of defeat
You're the one
it happens to...
All right, dude, in retrospect,
it probably wasn't
a good idea to stay the night.
- Johnny, I swear to God.
- I'm sorry, man.
Stuck in speed bump city
Where the only
thing that's pretty...
(GUN COCKS)
Don't move, asshole.
Dale, I mean,
I thought that we had something
really special together.
No, we really didn't.
No, we really didn't.
But I didn't want this to end
with you buried behind my barn.
Yeah, I think that's
an awesome reason to let us go.
Now, you, I'm not gonna
hesitate putting in the ground.
Really? Even after last night?
I mean, you were baying like a coyote.
- Okay.
- I thought you liked it, I'm sorry.
Thank you.
MAN ON RADIO: Gets 20.7
Okay.
-(RADIO STATIC)
- Anyone have a visual?
Oh, wow.
Did you go states? You idiot.
- No.
- Did you get arrested?
- Not quite.
-(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)
You're a goddamn cop, aren't you?
(GUNSHOTS)
Lady, I don't know who you are,
but you're making a big mistake.
I'm a Federal Drug Enforcement Agent.
Weapons on the ground!
This is not gonna go well for you
unless you have
a rocket launcher back there.
You're outgunned.
(MACHINE GUN FIRING)
(GRUNTS)
(GUNSHOT)
Come here.
I'm gonna paint this barn Dale-colored
unless you come out
and you drop your goddamn weapon.
Drop it.
That's it.
(GRUNTS)
Your chili sucks!
- I got her.
- PAIGE: Hey, Dale.
- Next time, mute the walkie, yeah?
- Why?
I figure you'd just smash
this barn with the truck,
come in shootin', no problem.
Hey, thanks for the save.
Yeah, man.
You get stuff like this at summer camp?
No. Friendship bracelets.
(LAUGHS)
Johnny, man,
you're stepping on my toes, son.
Hey, stop pushing!
Relax. I made pounds of this stuff.
Okay, Mike, are you ready for a whole
new world of flavor up in your face?
I skipped my last two meals for this.
- Come on. Let's go.
- Kid's a quick study.
Sucks, man, I had to eat some
crappy TGS crap last night.
TVP. Yo, I warned you.
John, did you really spend
the night with that marijuana farmer?
(LAUGHTER)
MIKE: What?
DJ: Mike.
- MIKE: What?
- Marijuana farmer?
I know you're a white boy,
but come on, man, that sounded ridiculous.
Never say that again.
Don't ever say that again.
Kids don't say marijuana, Michael.
I'm not a kid, what...
Hey, you better be one
when you're out on the street, though.
What do the kids even call it these days?
Alphabetical order?
- Reverse.
- In reverse?
- Mmm-hmm.
Zambi, weed, stack, root, reefer...
- Don't say reefer.
- No, no, no.
- It's making a comeback.
-It is.
- Take my word on it.
- Pot, kush, herb, ganj, ganja.
Gandhi, dope...
- Chillums for some reason.
- Yeah.
And my personal favorite, baby.
Hey, yo, you got some of that baby?
- There you go.
- PAIGE: Nailed it.
- Okay.
- MIKE: Thank you.
- I had a stroke for a minute.
- Gentlemen, lady.
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
The story of Francesca and Niccolo
may be 1,000 years old,
but they waited
the same three days we waited.
And we're not running from the inquisition.
- We are the inquisition.
- Okay.
Can we get right to
the "without further ado" part?
Without further ado,
let's enjoy sauce night, kids.
(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)
- You're in front of me anyway.
- Get... Back up.
- Yo, bounce.
- Bounce up.
Hey, uh, is it a coincidence that
sauce night happens to fall
on the weekend that I have the dishes?
Nobody here's that devious, Mike.
- I have a date after this.
- Yeah?
Oh, yeah, yeah.
That little East Coast number, huh?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
I'm sure the dishes
will be here when you get back.
You sure?
Am I sure the dishes
will be here when you get back? Yeah.
No, I mean, thanks.
(PHONE CHIMES)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- Briggs?
- Yeah?
It's Bello.
- We have to go, don't we?
- Yeah, dishes can wait. Bello can't.
Hey, guys, we gotta run.
We got business, okay?
- No, no, no, no.
- What?
- All right, man.
-(SPEAKING SPANISH)
All right. I'm gonna eat your food.
A little late to be getting started.
Never had to fire your weapon
in the evening?
Yeah, but they're
nowhere near that lesson yet.
Today, I teach the lessons.
Bring him out.
They say power is a matter of perception.
I've always disagreed with that.
We don't perceive power. We remember it.
You understand?
Maybe you don't.
You can't threaten the hand
if you haven't reddened the face.
He is working with the feds, boss.
I followed him.
And the next thing I know, they bring me in.
Tell me about the feds.
They drag me out of my flat,
and then made up a lie
I was working with Bobby Moi.
But you weren't working
with Bobby Moi, were you, Eddie?
- Of course not, boss. Of course not.
- Mmm.
The feds, they made up
all those lies about you.
Lies, all lies.
Yeah. And then you called your girlfriend.
- Yes.
- And told her you were going to Arizona.
I did not tell them anything.
You were on the bus, Edward!
Are you working with the FBI?
No.
EDDIE: I have been with you
since the beginning.
He is nobody.
He is no one.
Give me your gun, Michael.
Let him go.
I am going to take your eye,
you piece of trash.
This is going to end one of two ways.
(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
- Don't!
-(GUNSHOT)
Go! Go now!
(EXHALES)
- Oh, my God.
- Wait, wait, wait. That's Warren.
Now he has his pizza box.
(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)
Hi. Hi there, stranger.
- I'm sorry I'm late.
- No sweat.
I was overdue for some solo boozing.
How was the sauce?
- What?
- Your thing?
You didn't go?
I, um...
(EXHALES)
Hey, what's going on with you?
There was an accident.
Oh, my God! Are you hurt?
No. I saw it.
- Did the person...
- Yeah.
Christ.
All right, look. Go home.
- We have a date.
- Mike, go.
Come on, you are not
gonna be good company anyway.
- Thank you.
-(SOFTLY) Of course.
(swans)
- You want a hand with those?
- No.
I think I actually wanna be alone right now.
I see they left you a plate.
I thought there were no leftovers.
Ah.
Charlie likes you.
Hey, Briggs.
Why don't you eat it?
I don't have an appetite.
No, man, just heat it up tomorrow.
No, you missed sauce night, too.
Yeah.
It's just sauce, Mike.
(WATER RUNNING)
Ripped By mstoll
DJ". You can never walk up to a woman and
say, "Hi, I'm Special Agent Mike Warren."
I'm Abby. it's nice to meet you, Mike.
- Put me on Bello.
- Hell no.
MIKE". He's a major player in Long Beach.
He's into drugs, guns.
Jakes just scored 1,000
armor-piercing bullets.
You tell Bello that
you got a guy at Camp Pendleton
with the bullets, a marine.
- That'd be you.
- I've got the look, right?
You know what a heat run is?
A heat run is when someone makes
a series of random turns
and speed changes in order to avoid a tail.
BRIGGS". Our boy Eddie. He just bought half
a million dollars in illegal ammo.
He always makes the same exact heat run.
You know where he's going.
- There they are.
-(TIRES SQUEAL)
Eddie, how did anyone know
where you would be?
- I would never betray you.
- Light the stove.
Can I buy an ounce?
It's gonna be two.
I heard it was good, though.
- Top of the line.
- That's cheap, but okay.
(POLICE SIRENS)
CHARLIE: It was the end of an age of virtue,
and the authorities shuddered
as immorality and hedonism intensified.
Finally, Pope Sixtus V declared
an end to Protestantism.
Inquisitors swept through ltalia
like a flash flood.
Their cruelty was boundless,
and as time passed, transgressors realized
there would be no reprieve.
Don't!
Watch the car.
My great-grandmother's,
great-grandmother's great-grandma
ran the kitchen at the Cathedral Di Napoli.
- Her name was Francesca.
- That math doesn't add up.
This isn't a story about math, listen.
As Francesca prepared
her famous ragu for the inquisitors,
she heard a knock at the cathedral door.
(KNOCKS)
Niccolo, a handsome cordwainer,
begging for sanctuary from the inquisition.
- What's a cordwainer again?
- A luxury shoemaker. Don't interrupt.
- You'll throw off the magic.
- I'm sorry.
Anyway, knowing this kid
faced torture or death,
Francesca hid Niccolo in the pantry.
She promised to keep her ragu warm
until the local vicar
declared the city cleansed.
No, last time you said it was
an archdeacon, remember?
- Now, it's a vicar. Shut up, Johnny.
- Yeah.
After three long days,
the inquisitors finally left Napoli.
Niccolo survived on the promise
and smell of the ragu.
They fell in love and vowed to pass on
the sauce to their children
and their children's children
till the end of days.
- Yeah.
-(APPLAUSE)
- Every time.
- CHARLIE: This is Francesca's ragu.
It takes three days to prepare,
and the rules are simple.
Don't touch and don't be late.
There will be no leftovers.
The best bedtime story ever.
Calling it an early one?
- Range at 0600.
- What?
Blasting the old seven ring.
You need some help?
That depends, do you have
ancestors from medieval Naples?
- No.
- Okay, then don't touch my braciole.
This the score?
It's crazy these mopes who do a street deal
when you can get pot legally.
Yeah, there's still a market for it
with teenagers, illegal immigrants,
people that are too embarrassed
to ask their doctor.
It's dense.
Thick, wiry hairs, purple highlights.
Guessing Master Kush
and India Kush hybrid.
I'm sorry. What does that mean?
It means there's no way it should
be selling as cheap as $200 an ounce.
- Yo, Chuckie.
- Yo.
You gonna be manning
that sauce all weekend?
Yeah, I jacked up my back
shutting down the Grape Street cook.
Figured I'd take a few sick days,
a few more Vicodin.
-(LAUGHS) I hear you, man.
-(PHONE CHIMES)
What have you got there, smiley?
- Nothing.
- CHARLIE: Nothing?
- Nothing's making you grin pretty wide.
-(LAUGHS)
MIKE: it's an inside joke.
Men don't grin at their text messages.
It's from Abby.
"Don't forget about Maryland"?
- CHARLIE: Who's Abby?
-It's the girl from The Drop.
- Oh.
- What's in Maryland, Mikey?
- Soft-shell crabs. Give it back.
- Huh?
- Come on.
- No, no, no.
Is your new girlfriend trying to steal
you back to the Eastern Seaboard?
- She's not my girlfriend.
- She's hot?
We hung out once.
- And I know we don't date here.
- Give him back his phone, Johnny.
- Who said we don't date?
- Everyone.
We can date. We just can't get too close.
No one expects you to survive
on the company of these degenerates.
BRIGGS: Smelling good down here, Chuck.
CHARLIE: You missed the story, honey.
Yeah, I know the story, honey.
- Now it was a vicar this time.
- A vicar, huh?
- Yeah.
- Hey, Mike.
I need to see you in the phone room.
Eddie called. Listen.
EDDIE: (SPEAKS NATIVE LANGUAGE)
I've been trying to reach you.
- BRIGGS: Well, now you got me.
- The boss wants a sit-down.
- You're in.
-BRIGGS: Send an address. I?! be there.
Bring your marine friend.
The boss would like him, too.
- I hope your camo's clean.
- Could be another setup.
Yeah, it could.
Smile, Mike.
We just got a sit-down
with Southern California's
primary heroin supplier.
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
The agency won't approve
DNA testing to match the buds.
All the money they're
throwing at the war on drugs...
It looks the same to me.
Yeah, Dale, come here real quick.
- What's up?
- See this?
This is from Silver Barn Collective
up in San Luis Obispo.
You can get it at almost any dispensary
-in the county.
- Mmm.
And this I pulled off an
El Segundo High sophomore last night.
CHARLIE: it's the same strain.
A lot of weed farms grow
more than they're legally allowed.
End up putting the extra on the street.
Yeah, that's what we're thinking.
I would drive up there and shut 'em down,
but the DEA won't approve farm raids
unless it's a sure thing.
Politicians. Need my help?
You worked that Canadian pipeline
a few years back, right?
Four months up and down
the coast in an 18-wheeler.
Then the state decriminalizes weed,
and the dealers I'm working
aren't criminals anymore.
Well, it looks like they're criminals again.
The owner of Silver Barn is Ashika Pearl.
You gotta be kidding me.
- What?
- This broad drove me crazy.
- Jakesy had a crush.
- No, no, no, no.
I had to fight her off with a stick.
- Really?
- Yeah.
It's bad form to sleep with perps.
I will try not to put you in that position,
but if I pose as a dealer,
can you set me up a meet?
No, my cover with her
had Latin gang contacts.
You don't exactly pass as Mexican mafia.
Well, if it's not Paige, then...
- Johnny!
- Yo. What?
- DJ: You're Mexican, right?
- What?
Hey, Mike, why don't you lose
the shoulder harness, okay?
I know the tac team's gonna be close,
but I'm not going in there unarmed.
Easy, buddy, I didn't say you were.
Wear it visible though.
We're not the only ones
that remember our last meeting.
Ah, you think Bello's gonna respect
a little self-preservation, huh?
Yeah, or he'll shoot you on sight.
Who knows?
CHARLIE: Sure you don't want a red rose?
JOHNNY: (CHUCKLES) No, man.
All black is more legit.
You want legit,
you should let me Bic your head.
(LAUGHS) You ain't touching my head, girl.
My hair ain't much,
but it's the featured attraction, you know?
That's something
for the ladies to look forward to.
(CHUCKLES) I hate you. Jerk.
What's your back story, JT?
Grew up in the LBC.
I joined Eastside Longos
when my best friend got gunned down
by some Cambodians in a drive-by.
Longos are high-profile.
You sure you wanna bite that off?
That's my brother's real life.
I won't mess it up.
DJ: Yo, customs in the house.
Meet's in 30. How we looking?
- Almost done.
- No, no, no, no.
We still gotta do below the belt.
One, they don't make airbrushes that small.
And, two, nobody's looking
below your belt, Johnny.
What if she, like,
wants to go skinny-dipping?
In what alternate Mexican universe
do drug dealers suggest skinny-dipping?
People are into weird shit.
(CHUCKLES) I don't think you wanna
go swimming with these, baby.
- What about, like, naked Twister?
- I'm not having this conversation.
- Come on, Jakes!
- Get him inked and get downstairs.
Jakes? Jakes, I love you, man.
CHARLIE: You're stupid.
- Yo.
- What?
We should do a chupacabra
on my left butt cheek.
- Right?
- Shut up.
You know what those are, right?
- Lay flat.
-(CHUCKLES)
Christ, man. Did a number on you, huh?
Stay here.
- Jesus. Look at his eye.
- Yeah, it's ugly, but it's good for us.
Good for us how?
Well, Bello's burning his own lieutenants.
It means he's convinced
we didn't sell him out to Bobby Moi.
Come on.
Future reference, man,
I like this place
much better than your warehouse.
(CHUCKLES)
You and me both. Frisk them.
MIKE: I'll save you 30 seconds
and a broken hand.
BELLO: Ah.
- Is that a problem?
- No.
Given the introduction,
I understand the wariness.
Cool. So, what's good here?
Don't sit.
Today I want to speak to your friend.
- Is that a problem?
- Not at all.
You're on your own.
(MIKE CLEARS THROAT)
(EXHALES)
So, you are a marine.
- When I was 18, I joined the Nigerian Army.
- Mmm.
A year later,
the President Abacha was dead.
I was rewarded for my service with exile.
(CHUCKLES)
- Sounds like you picked the wrong side.
- Ah...
lam the one sipping the champagne now.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
So what are we doing here?
Business.
Have you ever seen
a pit bull in his first fight?
I had bulldogs growing up.
Well then, I'll tell you, it's not a pretty thing.
They have the teeth.
They have the muscularity.
But they have not quite yet
learned how to fight.
My recruits are quite savage,
but they lack the practical skill.
You want me to teach them to shoot?
They should at least have their WQBs.
Their what? What's WQB?
Would you like me
to put a bullet in your stomach?
This is a public place.
See, let me worry about that.
How is it as a marine who served,
you don't know what a WQB is?
You mean a pizza box?
It's the lowest level of marksmanship.
I haven't heard anyone say WQB
since first week of boot.
Uh-huh.
They call it a pizza box?
It's a square.
The name's asinine,
but that's what people call it.
My boys should have their pizza boxes.
It pays quite well.
If I'm in, should I expect to have a gun
pointed at me every time we meet?
(CHUCKLES)
I pray that this is the last time.
(BOTH LAUGH)
- I'm in.
- Good.
Edward will get you the details.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Hey, Paulie. What's the word?
Gettin' a drink.
Rum's usually your morning drink.
Yeah, well, you know,
the dog bites at all hours.
What's up? You wanna talk or what?
- No. Would you like a drink?
- I'm good. Where's Mike?
- Mike is making a deal with Bello.
- Your Bello?
Mmm-hmm.
First real meet-and-greet with a guy
I've been chasing for three months...
And the kid snakes it from you.
Well, I mean,
he didn't really snake it from me.
Bello just wants him to play drill sergeant
with his greenhorns.
Oh, good for Mike.
The kid wasn't supposed
to have to carry it on his own.
Oh, my God!
Honey, if you're so worried about him,
why aren't you sitting at command?
There's a team on him.
You know what your problem is?
- What is my problem, Charlie?
- You got quarterback syndrome.
You don't think any of us can win
unless you're leading the charge.
Well, I mean,
Tom Brady has quarterback syndrome.
And he also has three championship rings.
Yeah, and Eli's got two
and he's four years younger.
You Pats fans make me sick.
- You were making a point, I think?
- Yeah, okay.
Mike's closer to Bello
than anyone's ever been, right?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
So what are you more interested in,
the yards or the ring? Come on.
(swans)
JOHNNY: Yo, slow down, bro.
- We're already late, man.
- So what?
So what is, this ain't a costume party,
Johnny, it's a drug buy.
(SCOFFS) it's a weed buy.
So it's basically legal, right?
Yeah, well, until it's literally legal,
we do our job.
All right, Lancelot.
- You sound like Mike now, bro.
- Hey, man.
Before I met her, Ashika Pearl
lit a crop on fire up in Humboldt.
She watched six rival growers
burn to death.
So please excuse me if I take this seriously.
Okay, okay, okay, okay.
- Yo, Ashika, what is that?
-Indian.
- Indian like rain dance or belly dance?
- Belly dance.
- But she's white though, right?
- Yeah.
She found Buddha,
decided to change her name.
Yo, that's a Nation of Islam thing,
changing your name.
She's crazy, all right?
I don't know what else to say.
- Is she hot though? Tell me the truth.
- Yeah, I guess.
Yo, Johnny, can we just do this fast?
Set a deal, agree to terms,
and make the bust.
I don't wanna be here longer than I have to.
- You got it, bro. Yes, sir.
- Dude, don't do that shit.
- You're late.
- I know. I'm sorry.
- I couldn't find my key...
- Dale Jacobs.
- You beautiful son of a bitch.
- All right.
Okay.
- Try to be a little more European, will ya?
- All right.
- Anyway, it's good to see you.
- Yeah. it's good to see you.
So, this is the guy I was telling you about.
- Ashika, JT.
- JT, huh?
- What's your story?
- What does it matter what my story is?
- Just chill, man, okay?
- I ain't got no story, B.
Dale says you could hook me up, here I am.
- Is that what he says?
- Yeah.
DJ: I heard you were back in business.
On the right side of things.
(SCOFFS) Other side where the money's at.
ASHIKA: Sweetheart,
I don't need vocational advice
from some low-level banger
selling ditch weed out of his El Camino.
JOHNNY: Oh, yeah?
I don't need no lip from some uppity,
'60s throwback, yoga mat gringa
-who doesn't know when to shut...
- Hey! Yo, chill, all right?
She show me some respect, I'll chill.
I don't need this shit, man.
You used to keep better company.
I swear, I did not know
he was gonna act up like that.
You know, you were always a good one.
And I trust you, but I don't know
about your amigo over there.
No, I get it. Just, you know,
give him another shot, all right?
He'll behave, my word.
All right. Come out to the farm tomorrow,
and maybe I'll help you out.
- Okay.
- Maybe.
DJ". It was good to see you.
- What the hell was that?
- What was what?
What was what? You almost blew my case.
I didn't blow nothing.
I thought I could help you guys out.
No, you don't have to think.
You are enlisted to facilitate
a DEA investigation...
- Come on now.
- Nothing more.
When reports got FBI up in the header,
-then you can front like a street thug.
- Hold up.
You guys see this, right?
I can't be Longo and get punked
by some hippie chick.
You're a federal agent with a henna tattoo.
Okay, okay, look.
What's done is done.
We'll go to the farm tomorrow.
We'll get eyes on the overgrowth, okay?
Yeah, all right.
- Sorry, baby.
- Don't even. Don't even.
(JOHNNY CHUCKLES)
-(KNOCKS) Hey, hey.
- MIKE: Yo.
The Bello files?
Yeah, I'm just kinda
going through it all again.
- Hey, you did a lot of work on this.
- I'll tell you what though.
You man a case for five or six years,
you end up keeping
whole paper mills in business.
Yeah. Listen. I've been racking my brain.
We gotta get you back under.
No, no. No, this is where you step up, Mike.
I've been asked to train
a criminal organization
to shoot with military proficiency.
Five minutes later, I get a call from ASAC
saying that I need to pretend
to train them. Pretend.
- This guy is burning out people's eyeballs.
- Mmm.
- You wanna keep your eyeballs?
- Uh, yeah.
(CHUCKLES)
Okay. Yeah, I'll call the Bureau.
I'll explain that
we're in a position of control here.
We can't really pretend,
but we can pump the brakes a bit.
How about that?
- Thank you.
- All right.
Okay. Hey, guys, listen up.
Warren is out there with a lot of heat.
Let's stay alert.
- BELLO: Are these weapons satisfactory?
- I asked Eddie for matching HKs.
When requesting weapons
with no serial numbers,
one cannot be so selective.
Americans?
And you're expecting Nigerians?
The City of Los Angeles
was not easy to tame.
You have your blacks in South Central,
your Latins in East LA,
and none of them wanted me here.
- You pushed into their territory.
- I pushed, and I won.
I made it clear that this was
only going to end one of two ways.
Join you or die, like Alexander the Great.
Surrender to the glory of Athens!
Hey, I like that.
Bello, the targets are up. We are ready.
Excellent.
Yeah, you can go ahead
and take those down, Eddie.
- What are you talking about?
- We won't be shooting today.
Okay, okay. This is the hard sell.
Ready to go on my word.
Why won't we be shooting today, Michael?
Eddie, may I see your gun?
Before we learn to fire our weapons,
we must first understand our weapons.
Today we field strip our firearm.
Disassembly, cleaning, and reassembly.
What is this?
Is this really what you are paying him for?
A gun jams, draws to the side, ammo sticks.
If it misfires, blows off your hand.
Any of that happens, you're tits up.
Yes, Edward.
This is precisely what I am paying him for.
Good work, Mike.
Follow his instructions.
I want to hear nothing but positive reports.
Stay. Perhaps you will learn something.
Okay, gentlemen.
First thing we do is pullback
on the slide here while engaging this.
Does anybody know what that's called?
Get comfortable, people.
Looks like we're in for a long day.
(CARRYING THE TOHCH PLAYING)
JOHNNY: Yo, I tried to sneak down
again last night.
You know she's sleeping in the living room?
DJ: Yeah, Charlie always sleeps downstairs
when she's making sauce.
Yeah, but three days in a row?
That's, like, two and a half days too many.
Consider it an exercise
in delayed gratification.
Speaking of, man. You and Ashika never...
Nope. Nothing.
- Not once?
- Nothing.
She not your type,
or you just couldn't get it up?
You could tell me, bro. it's safe. Safe tree.
Wow, you really just think of this
-as summer camp, don't you?
-(LAUGHS)
We don't have summer camp
in the ghetto, bro.
So now you're making up
for a crappy childhood. Makes sense.
My childhood was all right.
I didn't need my rich lawyer daddy
to send me off to make friendship bracelets.
Of course not. You were too busy
flexing your street cred with the vatos.
Bro, you really think
I get off on this, don't you?
These are the same guys
who used to jump me
'cause they said I wasn't a real Mexican,
'cause I didn't bang.
And my brother Tony got this same tattoo,
and we never saw him again.
You wanted me to be an ese,
I'm being an esefor you.
If you bail again, we got nothing.
And the judge ain't gonna issue
a longer sentence
because your UC was authentic.
- Remember that.
- Whatever, man.
Tell Paige we're about here.
- Yo, Paige, how's it looking from the rear?
- All good. You guys staying civil up there?
You know it.
Like bunkmates at summer camp.
PAIGE: What's up?
JOHNNY: We're pulling up now.
10-4. We'll hang back till you've got
a deal or verified the overgrow.
Pull over.
JOHNNY: Yo, this don't look
like no grass to me.
You're very astute.
That's cucumber over there.
That's eggplant over there.
And everything is certified
organic, homeodynamic.
And I think what you're looking for
is over there in that barn.
Okay.
I recall that you loved oolong tea.
- Nope.
- Yeah.
But you always made me drink it.
Yes, you did. A woman knows.
- Hey, Dheera, come here.
- What's oolong tea?
Why don't you cook up
a big pot of oolong? Okay?
Yo, I like tea.
Man, there's nothing like a little
hot cup of tea on a really cold night.
{LAUGHS} And we bade {at of cold nights.
- Hell yeah.
- Yeah.
I never wanna sleep in a semi cab again.
- Do you remember that one time...
- Yeah, with the sheriff.
In the woods?
- Living on sardines and Fritos.
- ASHIKA: Oh, my God!
Dude, the fireflies.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Yo, have you guys ever seen fireflies
when they all light up at the same time?
When I was a kid, one time we drove
to Kansas City to visit mi tio y tia,
and at night when you hit the headlights,
they just all light up, like,
all green all at one time.
I never knew why
they did it though, you know?
- Courtship.
- Courtship?
Yeah, it's natural mate selection.
(CHUCKLES) Oh, that's awesome.
So, um, you think we could see the harvest?
No.
(LAUGHS)
The plants are on a UV cycle,
so I can't show you until the morning.
- Yeah.
- Ashika, so what are we doing here?
'Cause your friend acted like a coñnito.
And I wanted to give him
a chance to grow on me.
All right. That's fair.
She's not gonna make this deal.
DJ". We drove five hours out here for what?
- Dinner. I made chili.
-(CELL PHONE CHIMES)
- You made chili?
- Yeah.
Yo, yo, you speaking my language.
You know what? I got somewhere to be.
Just chill. We could do it.
ASHIKA: I wanna ask you something.
Do you like TVP?
I don't know. What's TVP?
- Textured vegetable protein.
- Yeah.
It's not fried, Johnny. You wouldn't like it.
I might like it.
I'm into trying new things, Jakes.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
I'm starting to see why you like this guy.
Come here. Now, what's this?
Oh, yeah. What does that say?
Eastside.
- Longo.
- Longo.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Yeah, I got them all over.
Oh. yeah?
I could show you later if you want.
Yeah?
If you got some honey for my tea.
- I got some honey.
-(CHUCKLES)
Son, she is a freak.
(CHUCKLES)
Tell me you are not trying
to get laid right now.
I ain't trying. it's just gonna happen.
- Look, man...
- No, no, no, no.
First of all, admit that it was
a good idea I got tatted down under.
- It doesn't matter.
-It does too matter.
- Paige is calling this thing off.
- No, no, no.
Don't call it off.
Look, if Ashika needs
to get to know me, so be it.
Yo, look me in my face. I am not eating TVP.
Nobody's asking you to eat TVP.
Let me take one for the team, dude.
Yo, Johnny, yo, this girl is dangerous.
I'm dangerous. Eastside, son.
ASHIKA: Hey.
.H&Y-
.H&Y-
- Where's Johnny?
- DJ: He's staying for dinner.
(EXHALES) Okay.
(PHONE LINE TRILLING)
Mike who likes Georgetown girls.
MIKE: Abby who likes crabs.
I think we can both agree
"Abby who likes crabs"
-is a nickname that shouldn't stick.
-(LAUGHS)
Hey, I'm sorry I haven't called sooner.
Things have been a little crazy.
It is absolutely okay.
But I actually cannot chat long.
lam out with some friends.
-0h, I'll let you go.
- No. You called to ask me out.
Let's do that first.
Do you wanna do dinner tomorrow?
I'm sorry. Did you just say "do dinner"?
I think I did.
Despite that, I would love to.
Great. Oh, wait.
No, I have the sauce.
- The what?
-It's this...
Just this thing with my roommates.
I can't do dinner, but I could do drinks.
Sure. Same old haunt?
- Yeah. I'll see you at The Drop.
- All right.
(GRUNTS)
(GUN COCKS)
(PANTING)
You are going to be quiet.
Do you understand?
Who are you?
What kind of question is that, who am I?
You know who I am.
I don't know who you are.
You show up and we get hit by Bobby Moi.
And now you are running the circus.
It stinks to me.
- Your boss trusts me.
- That is his mistake.
(GUNSHOT)
(GRUNTS)
I'm gonna walk away now.
If I ever see you follow me again,
I'll take your other eye.
(METAL CLINKING)
He made a heat run back to the house.
You made a heat run, right?
- Of course.
- Good boy.
Okay, but it doesn't matter, all right?
Next time, Eddie might not be
in a talking mood.
- And what if he reports back to Bello?
- No, no, no.
Bello did not send him after me.
Okay, but, Mike,
if Eddie gives him anything suspicious,
he'll slit your throat and dump
your dead body in the LA River.
Eddie's a liability. Drag his ass in.
- We can't.
- Why not?
We'd only fuel his conviction.
No, no. Charlie's right.
Yeah, we bring him in.
Only we're gonna fuel
Bello's conviction instead.
Meaning what?
Well, these two obviously have trust issues,
as evidenced by Eddie's
new permanent wink, right?
So, we just reinforce that.
How?
We get Paige to reprise her role
as Bobby Moi's girlfriend.
And, Charlie, you bring him in.
You drag me all the way here
to watch this dumb bitch cry?
"Dumb bitch." That's nice.
No wonder she's filming on you.
Diming on me? I've never seen her before.
- Right.
- I swear to you, I wasn't in valved.
You gonna tell me you don't recognize him?
- Bobby Moi.
- That's his girl in the other room.
And that has what to do with me?
Because a couple of weeks ago,
Bobby Moi stole a truckload
of bullets from your boss.
This morning I'm hearing all this talk
that Bobby got his intel from an Eddie
in Bello's organization.
- You are setting me up.
- Tracked the name Eddie to you.
Tracked the rumors to her.
Lawyer.
You know, girlfriends hear
a lot of personal business.
- Lawyer.
- You sure?
I assume you, uh...
You use the same counsel
that your boss keeps on retainer, right?
Yeah.
I wouldn't want that
getting back to him either.
- He knows we trumped this up.
- Yeah.
And he can go right to Bello
and tell him that the FBI
knows more than they should.
Yeah.
But he won't because...
'Cause right about now,
Bello's getting word
that Eddie sold him out to Bobby Moi.
Wait a minute. This isn't a bluff?
Mmm-mmm.
CHARLIE: Hey, listen, I can't offer you
witness protection
unless you give me something, Eddie.
- Not going to happen.
-All right.
Then I'm gonna put you on a bus.
I have a girl here.
Well, now you got a ticket to Flagstaff.
I'll have another FBI agent
waiting for you outside.
I'll take your ticket.
But I want nothing else to do
with you crooked sons of bitches.
If we spread that rumor,
we are writing his death warrant.
No, actually he signed it himself
when he took a job with a guy
who pours hot lead in people's eyeballs.
We are giving Bello
an excuse to do something worse.
Uh-uh. Really, we're giving Eddie
the chance to walk away.
(TROUBLE TOWN PLAYING)
(SINGING) Stuck in speed bump city
Where the only
thing that's pretty
Is the thought
of getting out
There's a tower
block overhead
All you've got's
your benefits
And you're barely
scraping by
In this trouble town
Troubles are found
In this trouble town
Words do get round
Kick the bottom
make troubles flee
Smoke until
our eyes would bleed
Sparkle pop the seed
In this trouble town
Troubles are found
Sitting on the pavement
Boy, you've missed
your payment
And they're gonna
find you soon
If there's a beating
in the rain
If there's a little
bit of pain...
Hey, boo.
He's still not picking up.
God forbid he makes any of this easy on us.
Hey, it's not how I would've done it,
but he did confirm the overgrow.
No, I should keep that.
When Johnny's outside,
I'll call in the tac team.
No. I'm not waiting around
if he's knee-deep in whack job.
As soon as I'm in the barn,
I'm gonna call it in.
- Okay, do not rush this.
- Oh, I'ma rush this.
(CHUCKLES)
Troubles are found
In this trouble town
Fools are found
Sitting on the pavement
Boy, you've missed
your payment
And they're gonna
find you soon
If there's a beating
in the streets
If there's a feeling
of defeat
You're the one
it happens to...
All right, dude, in retrospect,
it probably wasn't
a good idea to stay the night.
- Johnny, I swear to God.
- I'm sorry, man.
Stuck in speed bump city
Where the only
thing that's pretty...
(GUN COCKS)
Don't move, asshole.
Dale, I mean,
I thought that we had something
really special together.
No, we really didn't.
No, we really didn't.
But I didn't want this to end
with you buried behind my barn.
Yeah, I think that's
an awesome reason to let us go.
Now, you, I'm not gonna
hesitate putting in the ground.
Really? Even after last night?
I mean, you were baying like a coyote.
- Okay.
- I thought you liked it, I'm sorry.
Thank you.
MAN ON RADIO: Gets 20.7
Okay.
-(RADIO STATIC)
- Anyone have a visual?
Oh, wow.
Did you go states? You idiot.
- No.
- Did you get arrested?
- Not quite.
-(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)
You're a goddamn cop, aren't you?
(GUNSHOTS)
Lady, I don't know who you are,
but you're making a big mistake.
I'm a Federal Drug Enforcement Agent.
Weapons on the ground!
This is not gonna go well for you
unless you have
a rocket launcher back there.
You're outgunned.
(MACHINE GUN FIRING)
(GRUNTS)
(GUNSHOT)
Come here.
I'm gonna paint this barn Dale-colored
unless you come out
and you drop your goddamn weapon.
Drop it.
That's it.
(GRUNTS)
Your chili sucks!
- I got her.
- PAIGE: Hey, Dale.
- Next time, mute the walkie, yeah?
- Why?
I figure you'd just smash
this barn with the truck,
come in shootin', no problem.
Hey, thanks for the save.
Yeah, man.
You get stuff like this at summer camp?
No. Friendship bracelets.
(LAUGHS)
Johnny, man,
you're stepping on my toes, son.
Hey, stop pushing!
Relax. I made pounds of this stuff.
Okay, Mike, are you ready for a whole
new world of flavor up in your face?
I skipped my last two meals for this.
- Come on. Let's go.
- Kid's a quick study.
Sucks, man, I had to eat some
crappy TGS crap last night.
TVP. Yo, I warned you.
John, did you really spend
the night with that marijuana farmer?
(LAUGHTER)
MIKE: What?
DJ: Mike.
- MIKE: What?
- Marijuana farmer?
I know you're a white boy,
but come on, man, that sounded ridiculous.
Never say that again.
Don't ever say that again.
Kids don't say marijuana, Michael.
I'm not a kid, what...
Hey, you better be one
when you're out on the street, though.
What do the kids even call it these days?
Alphabetical order?
- Reverse.
- In reverse?
- Mmm-hmm.
Zambi, weed, stack, root, reefer...
- Don't say reefer.
- No, no, no.
- It's making a comeback.
-It is.
- Take my word on it.
- Pot, kush, herb, ganj, ganja.
Gandhi, dope...
- Chillums for some reason.
- Yeah.
And my personal favorite, baby.
Hey, yo, you got some of that baby?
- There you go.
- PAIGE: Nailed it.
- Okay.
- MIKE: Thank you.
- I had a stroke for a minute.
- Gentlemen, lady.
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
The story of Francesca and Niccolo
may be 1,000 years old,
but they waited
the same three days we waited.
And we're not running from the inquisition.
- We are the inquisition.
- Okay.
Can we get right to
the "without further ado" part?
Without further ado,
let's enjoy sauce night, kids.
(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)
- You're in front of me anyway.
- Get... Back up.
- Yo, bounce.
- Bounce up.
Hey, uh, is it a coincidence that
sauce night happens to fall
on the weekend that I have the dishes?
Nobody here's that devious, Mike.
- I have a date after this.
- Yeah?
Oh, yeah, yeah.
That little East Coast number, huh?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
I'm sure the dishes
will be here when you get back.
You sure?
Am I sure the dishes
will be here when you get back? Yeah.
No, I mean, thanks.
(PHONE CHIMES)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- Briggs?
- Yeah?
It's Bello.
- We have to go, don't we?
- Yeah, dishes can wait. Bello can't.
Hey, guys, we gotta run.
We got business, okay?
- No, no, no, no.
- What?
- All right, man.
-(SPEAKING SPANISH)
All right. I'm gonna eat your food.
A little late to be getting started.
Never had to fire your weapon
in the evening?
Yeah, but they're
nowhere near that lesson yet.
Today, I teach the lessons.
Bring him out.
They say power is a matter of perception.
I've always disagreed with that.
We don't perceive power. We remember it.
You understand?
Maybe you don't.
You can't threaten the hand
if you haven't reddened the face.
He is working with the feds, boss.
I followed him.
And the next thing I know, they bring me in.
Tell me about the feds.
They drag me out of my flat,
and then made up a lie
I was working with Bobby Moi.
But you weren't working
with Bobby Moi, were you, Eddie?
- Of course not, boss. Of course not.
- Mmm.
The feds, they made up
all those lies about you.
Lies, all lies.
Yeah. And then you called your girlfriend.
- Yes.
- And told her you were going to Arizona.
I did not tell them anything.
You were on the bus, Edward!
Are you working with the FBI?
No.
EDDIE: I have been with you
since the beginning.
He is nobody.
He is no one.
Give me your gun, Michael.
Let him go.
I am going to take your eye,
you piece of trash.
This is going to end one of two ways.
(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
- Don't!
-(GUNSHOT)
Go! Go now!
(EXHALES)
- Oh, my God.
- Wait, wait, wait. That's Warren.
Now he has his pizza box.
(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)
Hi. Hi there, stranger.
- I'm sorry I'm late.
- No sweat.
I was overdue for some solo boozing.
How was the sauce?
- What?
- Your thing?
You didn't go?
I, um...
(EXHALES)
Hey, what's going on with you?
There was an accident.
Oh, my God! Are you hurt?
No. I saw it.
- Did the person...
- Yeah.
Christ.
All right, look. Go home.
- We have a date.
- Mike, go.
Come on, you are not
gonna be good company anyway.
- Thank you.
-(SOFTLY) Of course.
(swans)
- You want a hand with those?
- No.
I think I actually wanna be alone right now.
I see they left you a plate.
I thought there were no leftovers.
Ah.
Charlie likes you.
Hey, Briggs.
Why don't you eat it?
I don't have an appetite.
No, man, just heat it up tomorrow.
No, you missed sauce night, too.
Yeah.
It's just sauce, Mike.
(WATER RUNNING)
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