Oh, fuck.
Long flight, huh, Mr. Serrano?
Twenty-six fucking hours, Tommy.
Twenty-six hours.
Twenty-six hours?
Twenty years to get you to come to my country, my friend.
Meet you here, huh?
It's a long way from the South Side, Tommy.
Welcome, Mr. Serrano.
Mr. Serrano? Get outta here. Tony.
Please... Tony.
Twenty years.
Can you believe it's been 20 years, Tony?
Meanwhile, you still look like a kid.
And look at me.
I got wrinkles on the inside, my friend.
You don't know my worries, Tommy.
Cocaine sales down 37 percent.
- You got good sources. - CNN.
Hey, uh, I need help, Tommy.
Come. Let us see the fight.
Hey, Tommy.
I didn't come 10,000 fucking miles
to watch these guys whack each other with big toothpicks.
Why did you come, Tony?
You know why I'm hurting, then you know why I came.
I supply you with heroin, you distribute it.
It's good business for everyone.
Better for you.
I made you, Tommy.
I want something back. I want a piece of your end.
I like you, Mr. Serrano.
Don't push it.
Now, you listen to me, you fucking little bastard.
I got you started when all your couriers could deliver on the street
were fortune cookies and chow mein.
You were a fucking runner for me, Tommy. That's your history.
You owe me, the Tongs owe me, everybody owes me.
And I don't give a fuck who hears it!
What the hell did he just say?
It's a Sicilian proverb.
It means, "Don't ask for what you can't take."
Machine guns cannot murder our dreams.
The prisons cannot silence our voices.
Two years ago today,
Tiananmen Square was a nightmare!
But the dream of democracy lives on.
Southern California weather today, look for highs in the 80s.
Free China now!
Free China now! Free China now!
Check this out.
Free China now! Free China now!
Free China now!
Aah!
Dad, we have to get out of here!
Jake! Jake, get out now!
Dad!
Jake!
- Jake! - Dad!
Uh, Jake Lo, right?
- Yeah. - Hi. I'm Paul Yang. It's great to meet you.
I know who you are. I'm not interested.
You were there.
We're having a fund-raiser tonight.
I thought you could come and speak to the students.
No.
Look, don't you care about the cause?
Do you see me waving a flag?
Look, how can you not care, man?
That's nice. That's good. Very good improvement.
Jake, this is life study. Okay?
- Just draw what you see. - That's what I see.
Okay, everybody, good work. See you Friday.
- Good class, eh? - Yeah.
Could I look at what you did?
Sure. Yeah.
Wow. That's me?
No. You're the dragon.
- Do you like it? - I really like it.
- Here. - Thanks.
Well, I better go get dressed. Yeah.
- Yeah. You'll catch cold. - Yeah.
Hey.
You want to go out with me tonight?
Yeah. Sure.
Great.
Um, why don't you meet me here...
around 8:00?
901 Grand. It's right downtown.
Who knows? Maybe you'll think I'm sexier with my clothes on.
- Thank you. - Sure.
Don't bet on it.
Carl.
Kinman.
Oh, Tommy, this is beautiful.
Fifth-century Mongolian.
Oh, I know. I know.
It's good to have you back in LA.
Carl, I want you to be extra careful in the next few weeks. Okay?
Why?
Serrano. He paid me a visit.
Let me tell you something. Serrano's got dick. He's broke.
All his guys are in the pen. He's weak.
I know he's weak.
I will. I will, Tommy.
- Hi, Jake. - How you doing?
Come in.
For a minute I thought I had the wrong address.
No. This is the place.
Well, this'll work. Yours?
A businessman lets us use it.
Ladies and gentlemen, Jake Lo.
He was there, everybody. He was in Tiananmen.
His father was one of the great martyrs of the cause.
Hi.
So glad you could make it, Jake. How else could I get you down here?
Just wait a second. Listen to me.
Please. We need money, Jake!
Just a few words.
No politics, no flag-waving. Just the truth about what you saw.
Paul?
This is our sponsor, Carl Chang.
Jake.
Great admirer of your father's.
So what's in this for you, Mr. Chang?
Democracy. Capitalism. It's all a good cause.
Well, uh, if you'll excuse me, um, refreshments are upstairs.
It's a pleasure, Jake.
All right, everyone, if you follow me, I'll give you a tour of our operation.
As you can see over here...
Come on. Stay for one drink?
Let me make it up to you?
- Well, you have something for me? - The trucks are rolling.
They'll arrive in Chicago ahead of schedule.
Ahead of schedule? That's what I like to hear.
Over there.
We came down the chimney.
Ho-ho-ho... ho.
Your boss, that, uh, ungrateful yellow bastard,
won't give me what should be mine by rights.
He says... "Oh, you got to be willing to take it."
Well...
I'm an American.
And we know how to take things.
I'm taking your percentage of the heroin business as of right now.
You do not want to do this.
You can't do this!
It's done.
Give me your shipping manifests and your books.
Come on, come on, come on.
Oh, that's a good boy.
You goddamn guinea bastard!
Son of a bitch!
He's mine!
Aaah!
Quick! To the front entrance!
Come on!
Some chink kid over there in a black jacket... he saw me whack Chang!
You heard him! Move it!
You get to the front!
Angelo, get down from the goddamn roof!
Come on! Give me your hand!
Aaah!
Go down the stairs! You'll be okay! Go!
Get me out of here!
Black jacket across the kitchen. Get him!
Shit!
Whack him!
Shit!
- Freeze! - Hey!
Hands on your head!
Gentlemen. Nathan Wesley, FBI.
Morning.
Special Agents Stuart and Daniels.
Hello.
This is a local murder case. Who called the feds?
Carl Chang was the chief middleman in the supply of heroin to the Chicago mafia.
- Who's this kid? - Name's Jake Lo.
- Student. Art major. - We want to see him.
This way.
He's the only one who saw what went down.
Father's career army, deceased.
Army intelligence.
He was attached to the Beijing Embassy in '89 when the shit went down.
Medal of honor. Taught the martial arts twice a year at Langley.
Wing Chun, Kung Fu, Muay Thai.
Great. More cops.
We're FBI. I'm Special Agent Wesley.
Cops in suits.
There are seven bodies in the morgue, 13 in the hospital.
You wanna take a look at the mug books? Help us out.
You know what I think? Maybe this is the guy that did it.
- The guy that did it needed a gun. - Put that thing down.
Hey! Hey! Take it easy.
Shut up, Frank!
Now look in the goddamn books.
- He's not in the books. - What makes you so sure?
Look. Look!
Serrano.
That's who shot Chang?
Friend of yours?
This is our break.
How about giving Jake some space?
Cigarette?
In 48 hours, the grand jury shuts down a three-year investigation
into the Chicago branch of La Cosa Nostra,
of which Antonio Serrano is the boss.
Great. Keep the picture.
Serrano must've taken this awful personal.
I'll bet he hasn't pulled a trigger himself in 15 years.
That's right.
And you, my friend, were there to see it.
You're our prize witness.
Look. All I wanted to do was clear myself.
If I'm not under arrest, then I'm going home.
You'll be under 24-hour FBI protection.
A weekend in Chicago, first-class air, hotel.
No way!
You'll cooperate, or I'll bury your ass in charges you can't even spell.
What charges?
How about assault and battery, obstruction of justice, manslaughter?
What judge is gonna buy that?
My judge.
Think it over, Jake.
You want to make the right decision here.
That's blackmail.
That is law enforcement.
Work, work, work!
Where are they keeping him?
Yeah?
- He's broke. - Yeah. Okay.
All his guys are in the pen. He's weak.
Tau to Chang to Serrano.
Around the horn.
Only last night, somebody took Chang out of the game.
- Now, what does that tell you? - Eliminate the middleman.
Somebody's going into business for themselves.
Something's coming down. I don't know what, but something.
My guy at the airport just called.
Well, Detective Withers, my intelligence officer.
Lay some intelligence on me, will you?
You used to be on top of things, Lieutenant.
- Yeah? What've you got? - A witness. And he's right here in Chicago.
- Who, what, and where? - Some kid, just flew in from LA.
Who's got him?
The feds.
Get off your asses! Farris, pull these guys together. Move it!
Go get yourself a bag of doughnuts.
This way.
Look, Jake, any problems...
you get nervous, you need to talk, whatever...
you can reach me at this number.
- Okay. I need to call home. - It's taken care of.
Relax. Watch TV.
- I'll see you in eight hours. - Okay.
Daniels.
- Who is it? - It's me, Daniels.
- Anderson, this is Jake. - Jake.
- And this is Klein. - Jake, welcome aboard.
Well, it was a lousy flight. Great hotel though.
- Glass of water? - Help yourself.
Pop-Tarts.
More Pop-Tarts. This is good.
What are you doing, Jake?
- I'm hungry. - We can send out for Chinese if you'd like.
Eight hours alone with you guys?
Can I stand the excitement?
I'm gonna see if there's a game on.
So who else is testifying against this guy?
Nobody's gonna testify against Serrano.
Especially you, Jake.
It's a low neighborhood.
Yeah, it's a low neighborhood.
Oh, shit.
- Wrong place, wrong time! - Yeah, Jake Lo, cop killer!
Go, go.
- Hyah! - Ow!
Fuck!
Aah!
He broke my fucking nose!
Son of a bitch!
- You're all done, Jake! - Shit!
- Don't move! - No! It's okay!
Drop your weapon now!
- Listen, lady, you got the wrong guy! - Shut up!
Stay put.
Release the hammer slowly and surrender your weapon!
I'm a cop.
I said drop the gun.
Daniels! FBI! He just killed two federal officers!
Let me see that.
Hey, watch it!
Let the girl go now!
Goddamn it! He's trying to kill me!
Just do it!
I didn't do anything!
It's gonna be all right.
Hey, hey, hold your fire!
Get the last bag. Okay?
I'll get it.
- Hello. - Hi, Frank.
- Jake? - Yeah. Remember me?
Jake, Jesus Christ. What happened? What the hell is going on?
- You know what kills you? - What?
You know what's killing you in life? Huh? Negative thinking.
You gotta think positive.
Like here in Chicago, we had that mayor, what's-his-name.
You know.
Anyway, everybody thinks everything is going down the tubes.
Bada-bing! He has a heart attack. He's dead.
Think positive.
This Tau... everything looks terrible.
He's got us by the balls.
Think positive. Cut off his hands.
- Mr. Serrano, it's for you. - Look at you.
I'm gonna have to insure that stomach of yours with Lloyd's of London.
Yeah.
- The kid got away. - He got away?
Damn it. What do you mean he got away?
How did he get away?
- Did they pop Klein? - They killed Klein, but the kid got away.
We paid good money to them feds.
Don't worry. I have it wired.
You better have it wired. That kid saw everything.
- Too bad these wires ain't legit. - He saw everything.
He's meeting me at 7:00. Fourth and Progress. The parking lot.
There's a streetlight there. You can't miss him.
- We'll be there. - I'm sure you will.
Hey, you fuck this up again, I'll blow your house up.
Jake?
Right here.
Let's go. Come on.
If you want to keep breathing, kid, don't move.
Freeze!
I'm a cop. You freeze!
Stay the hell out of this.
Figure it out.
If this dickhead was any kind of real FBI man,
two of his buddies dead, he'd have offed you already himself.
Who the hell is this guy, Jake?
I'm your friend.
I've been through this with you.
Now, just keep coming, and let's get you the hell out of here.
Get down!
You're a slow learner, kid.
Get your ass in here!
Get your head down!
Sons of bitches!
Son of a bitch!
Shit!
Jesus Christ!
Hiya.
Name's Ryan. Lieutenant Mace Ryan.
Jake Lo.
So tell me, Jake, are you having a bad day or what?
Everybody, listen up.
Meet Jake Lo. He's gonna give us Kinman Tau.
Jake, this is Detective Farris. Takes care of tactical surveillance.
Nice to meet you.
- Karla, meet Jake. - Hey...
We've met.
What the hell are you doing?
This guy is all over the radio. We've got to turn him over.
Forget it, goddamn it. We are gonna get Tau!
Hey, hey, hey, hey. Where you going?
I was just supposed to identify some guy named Serrano.
- Serrano is at war with Tau. - Great. I hope they kill each other.
I could not be that lucky.
I've been after Tau for ten years.
He's one of the world's largest producers of heroin.
Chang was his number one distributor till Serrano took him out.
So what? What does this have to do with me?
You are gonna help me nail him.
Yeah.
This is not my problem.
Where are you gonna go with a gun at your head? Huh?
Every cop in this city is looking for you. You're a cop killer. Know what that means?
I'm off the department's Christmas list?
Wise-ass.
You step out on that street, you're gonna last about as long as a new Ferrari.
It was self-defense!
You think the first cop you run into is gonna give you time to explain that?
And don't forget about your good friend Antonio Serrano is still looking for you.
I'm your only ticket out of here, kid.
So what do you want, cop?
How do I get off this ride?
Cheer up, Jake. You're doing a public service.
Hell, you should be happy to nail scum like Tau.
Like I could give a shit.
Yeah?
I used to think like that too, when I was young, but things change.
Been after this son of a bitch for ten years.
- Why? - Why?
It's my job.
Oh, Christ. Another hero.
Mind if take a little stab in the dark here?
- Got a family? - Yeah.
You see 'em much? No, right?
- I'm divorced. - Yeah.
And when you do see them, you talk about your job. Right?
Only it's not a job, it's a cause.
It's this righteous cause, and it's more important than anything. Right?
- Well, how come that is? - Listen, kid.
Sooner or later, you gotta take a stand in life.
You gotta care about something.
I don't know... community, people, something.
You sound like my father.
Yeah? Sounds like a pretty smart man.
Maybe I'll meet him sometime.
Yeah. Maybe you will.
Nice house on government pay, huh?
Tells me to call him Frank,
like we're soul mates, the son of a bitch.
Listen, I know you're pissed at this guy, but keep yourself under control.
This isn't some goddamn revenge thing, okay?
Okay?
Sure, Lieutenant. Anything you say.
Hi, Frank.
- You bastard! - Aaah!
Shit.
Hey, come on. Get outta there.
- Oh, my God! - It's all right. I'm a police officer.
It's all right, Lisa.
We just want to talk.
It's all right. We'll be in the study.
What?
Jesus.
Have another drink. You're gonna need it.
Just read me my rights.
- I don't want to arrest you, Frank. - The man wants to be arrested.
- I say arrest him. - Jake!
Why don't you take those fists of fury of yours outside?
You're making the poor man nervous.
- Good. - This poor man.
He's meeting me at 7:00. Fourth and Progress. The parking lot.
There's a streetlight there. You can't miss him.
- We'll be there. - I'm sure you will.
You fuck this up again, I'll blowyour house up.
Well, your wife's an attractive lady.
I can't see her waiting around for, what, say, 20 years or so.
Now, on the other hand,
that shipment that Tau sent to Chicago...
the trucks are on the way.
I want to know where and when.
Serrano's the only one who knows that...
and I never dealt with him directly.
I always went through Gazzi.
Oh, he'll deal with you.
He wants Jake.
He pours it in and says, "Have a shot." He tastes it, says, "Delicious."
Except it's not anisette, it's kerosene.
He says, "Can I have another?"
Yeah?
Hey, you go fuck yourself. You got some explaining to do.
Who is that?
It's, uh, Stu at the fed.
He says he'll only talk to you. I told him to go fuck himself.
Let me talk to him.
What happened last night, Frank?
- It was a bust. - No kidding.
Some cop walked right into the middle of it.
What are the odds against that? 1,000-to-1?
Hey, Frank, if I want odds I got five bookies close enough to spit on.
You tell me something I don't know.
I have him. Chicago cops can be very reasonable.
It cost me, but I have him.
You don't worry about what it cost.
You bring him over. We'll straighten this whole thing out.
Tell him you can't risk it tonight.
Okay, Frank? Okay?
This kid is a third-degree burn right now because of your guys.
They fucked up, not me.
I'm not going anywhere tonight.
Who said anything about tonight?
Bring him over tomorrow. That way it's nice and clean.
You understand what I'm saying?
I'm only gonna give him up if you're there personally.
Where am I gonna go? Florida?
It's okay.
This is Serrano's restaurant. He usually sits here.
Every afternoon, 2:30, he pours himself a sweet vermouth and watches the soaps.
You really know this guy.
Well, I know all about you too.
I know about Beijing, about Tiananmen Square.
I also know that you were 30 days late paying your last Visa bill,
and you got a B-minus in biology.
Yeah? So?
I got screwed on the midterm.
Look, I'm sorry about before.
- You know, there was a lot happening. - It's okay.
Forget it.
Now, pay attention. Here's the plan for tomorrow.
This is the fire exit.
When the tear gas goes off, you get out through this door.
Sharpshooters across the street will cover you. Then duck out behind this back alley.
I could get killed in there tomorrow, couldn't I?
You've got to trust Ryan.
He would not send a civilian in there if he thought he couldn't control it.
Army intelligence told my dad the same thing.
He came home in a box.
You know, I never even knew why we were over there.
They've been promising to show me his military file for two years.
I haven't seen shit.
That's the way these guys are.
So don't talk to me about trusting Ryan.
Sounds like you hate him because he reminds you of your father.
You don't know anything about my father, okay?
My father never got anyone else killed.
Sit down.
Okay, you're wired for sound, my man.
All right, now, clear signal...
"It's nice doing business with you."
- We hear that, we're in. - Right.
After this, you get me squared with the locals, and I go home, right?
Yeah, that's a deal.
I get what and where on the shipment from Tau,
and you get a free ticket back to bikinis and palm trees.
What did you say?
He says he thinks he's in love with you.
Get in line. Jesus.
Move out, Jake.
Get him to the car.
Jake, move it.
Remember, Frank, the signal is "Nice doing business with you."
This thing is run way too tight. Someone so much as sneezes...
Listen. I know you got the hots for him,
but can't you keep it under control for ten minutes?
- I'm talking business... - So am I, damn it!
You're supposed to be my intelligence officer.
Why don't you try showing me some by getting your ass across the street!
I want you to know, Jake, that I'm the only one who did this to myself and to you.
I want you to know that I take responsibility for mypersonal actions.
This isn't EST, Frank.
Mr. Serrano's waiting.
Inside.
Skirmish teams one through four,
give me the high sign if you're ready. Over.
Look at this.
The FBI always gets his man.
Serrano's got religion.
Give me the word, and I'll send him to his maker.
Negative. Hold your fire.
Switch him off only on the lieutenant's signal. Copy?
Copy that.
Have I ever let you down?
Ehh.
I have something I have to talk to you about.
Wait a second. Pleasure before business.
You saw me clip that guy, right? What was that fucker's name?
- Ching... Chong... - Chang.
You know what I heard? I heard he wasn't dead.
He was 18 hours in the hospital before he died.
The cops kept asking who did it,
except there wasn't enough left of him to say.
He could scream though, huh? Ohh! Ohh!
More or less.
You saw me, right?
I saw you.
Look at that, huh?
Look at that posture. Bad posture.
That's the root of every health problem in America.
You know what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna break your hands, finger by finger,
and then I'm gonna break your ribs, rib by rib,
and then I'm gonna break your legs.
Knock yourself out.
Jesus, kid.
Knock yourself out?
Mr. Serrano, excuse me.
With all respect, I gotta get downtown.
We had an understanding.
I'll get back to him later.
Put it right here.
Grazie, Mikey.
There. You just got sex appeal.
Come on, Frank.
I have another deal for you.
Could we talk, you know, privately?
What's on your mind?
- The Bureau knows ab... - Shh.
Come on. Let's talk.
The Bureau knows about your heroin shipment.
- And what's your end? - Say, a hundred "K" off the top.
Frank.
Frank, Frank, Frank.
Tomorrow night. Monarch Linen. Chinatown.
Yes.
What time?
Midnight.
Just one thing, eh?
You guarantee no cops, no feds, and I give you nothing...
No hundred grand. Zip.
You'll do it as a favor for me, for free.
Okay, Mr. Serrano.
Tony.
Yeah, Tony.
Hey, thanks again for this, huh?
That's the thing about doing business with you, Frank...
- Shit! - What's the matter?
We lost Stuart's mike.
Anytime, Tony.
Nice doing business with you.
- Hey, Frank. - Yeah?
Why'd you say you'd do it for free, Frank?
Nice doing business with you.
Nice doing business with you, Tony.
Yeah. Nice doing business with you.
You know, the only time a man doesn't want any money...
is when he wants something else.
Hey.
You're sweating like a pig.
All he wants to do is get out of here in one piece.
No, Tony.
Son of a bitch!
Move in! Move in!
- Go, go, go! - We're moving!
Stand him up straight.
Stand him up straight!
Come on! Move! Move! Move!
We got cops out here!
- How many? - Cops?
Get the car! Take some men! Get the hell out of here!
Top end, take the shot! Take the shot!
No can do. Lost the shot.
Two, take him!
Negative. Target not clear. No shot. No shot.
Son of a bitch!
Fucking kid!
Fuck!
Ryan. Jake never came out.
I know, goddamn it! What the fuck you want me to do about it?
Michaels, get down!
Kill that fucking kid.
Second wave! Second wave!
Go! Go!
Get him outta there!
Okay. Okay.
I'll make you a deal.
What I gave Stuart, you can have that.
That's not good enough.
That's 25 grand. What the fuck's the matter with you?
Okay. All right. What do you want, huh?
You didn't hear nothing. You didn't see nothing.
I'll give you all the money you want.
Tony.
The only time a man doesn't want money
is if he wants something else.
You're sweating like a pig.
All he wants is to get out in one piece.
Not the face.
Coming through!
- Nice plan, Lieutenant. - Jesus Christ.
Real smooth.
Give me a hand.
Fuck you.
Steve, take this piece of shit and book him.
I hear they're looking for a police commissioner in Beirut.
What's your problem, kid?
We had a deal, right?
What do you mean, he got away? How did he get away?
Did theypop Klein?
They killed Klein, but the kid got away.
You know, we paid good money to them feds.
Don't worry. I have it wired.
You better have it wired. The kid saw everything.
The feds got a copy of this tape.
You're clear, just like I said.
You son of a bitch.
Why didn't you use that tape before?
I needed you.
Look, this is a war, kid.
There ain't no sideline. You're either on one side or the other.
Well, maybe it's time you asked yourself what your little war costs.
Whatever it takes.
Give me a hand. Get some men inside the building!
Lieutenant?
Ah, forget it.
Now we get Tau.
It ain't over.
Come on. Get in the fucking car.
Jake!
Where are you going?
"Whatever it takes"? I'm so tired of that bullshit.
"Whatever it takes" is something that happens to somebody else.
Yeah? Well, he's still the best cop I've ever known, okay?
You need to get out more.
Jake, uh, the next flight to LA doesn't leave for another four hours.
I think I've had enough police protection, Detective Withers.
Well, what if I told you I had something that you'd like to get your hands on?
Excuse me?
I have your dad's file.
He's got some brass, that Mace. You got to give him that.
Yeah, yeah.
Welcome back, Mr. Serrano.
- After you. - No. After you, Mr. Serrano.
How's the missus?
- The missus, she's fine. - Yeah? That's good.
Fucking kid. Fucking kid broke my fucking nose.
Where did you get this?
Told you. Some friends in the federal building.
- I called in some favors. - Well, you better call 'em back.
I don't think they got the whole thing.
What did you think you were gonna find in there?
I don't know. Nothing.
You're welcome.
This wasn't an easy thing to get, you know.
Well, then why'd you do it?
Excuse me?
I mean, everybody wants something, especially a 24-hour-a-day cop.
You're really asking me why I did this?
I'm just wondering when Lieutenant Ryan and his wish list are gonna come through the door.
You asshole.
I read the file, Jake.
Your father was doing what he thought was right, and he died.
It happens every day.
Deal with it.
Dad! You have to get out ofhere!
Dad! Dad! Get out now!
If I only could have...
I was ten feet from him when the tank...
when he died.
Everybody dies.
But he died for something he believed in.
You're alive, Jake.
You've got to let him go.
I know.
I miss him.
Jesus Christ.
Goddamn you guys!
Shit!
Withers!
Open up. It's Ryan.
Ryan? Oh, great.
Come on. I need to talk to you. Open the damn door.
Just a minute.
Just get in there.
Jesus.
What happened to you?
Tau had Serrano killed in his cell last night.
What?
Now he is laughing his ass off over a half a ton of smack.
You went to the laundry.
Yeah, I went to the laundry. Tore it apart. Nothing. Not a goddamn thing!
I know it's there. I can smell it.
Maybe... he's got a man on the inside.
- I don't know. - What about Farris?
Nah. I told Farris.
It doesn't matter anyway.
Tomorrow I'm gonna be back on foot patrol.
It's just a waste of time.
It's just time, Mace.
It is just ten years of my life wasted...
flushed.
For what?
For what's right.
Yeah?
What is right, Karla? Huh?
I stood there last night staring at that self-righteous little son of a bitch,
and I realized I couldn't even spoon out
this one worthless piece of worm shit Kinman Tommy Tau.
At least I didn't get that kid killed.
You mean Jake.
Yeah.
I like that kid.
Maybe you should have told him.
I don't have to say something like that.
He knows.
Hey, Mace.
We're still gonna get Tau, right?
Yeah, right.
Maybe he'll give us both a job at his laundry.
It's about time.
I'll be goddamned.
- You ready? - Ready.
Let's get you wired.
Come here.
Pull your shirt up.
How does this feel? Is this comfortable?
- Feels like a gun in my back. - Yeah.
Well, good. Maybe that'll keep you on your toes in there.
Withers? Withers, go ahead.
Workers going in now.
All right, now, listen.
Just remember the names I gave you... family back home, friends.
- Anybody stops you... - Hit them with the names. I know.
Right.
Look, it's just, uh, you and me here. Nobody knows about this.
As far as the department's concerned, unofficial.
I got it.
You run into any trouble in there, you bail.
You listening to me?
Relax.
Yeah, right. I'm very relaxed.
Go.
- Uh, Jake? - Yeah?
I, uh...
Uh...
- You know... - Yeah.
You don't have to say it.
Thank God.
Shut up! Speak English!
Ryan. Ryan.
Withers. Go ahead.
Withers?
Shit.
Ryan.
Jake, get out of there fast. Gotta get out now.
It think it comes out of the sheets.
Ryan.
Ryan!
Shit.
The two cops are coming.
So... looks like you finally figured me out, Ryan.
Funny. Serrano thought the same thing.
Now, don't be stupid, Tommy.
I got backup all over the street...
SWAT, helicopters.
You won't get ten feet outside that door.
You're stupid! You come here alone!
You have no backup. Alone with just this girl!
What's happening with you? You're a good adversary.
But you're getting very sloppy!
Cut the bullshit, Tommy boy.
You make it sound like we've been playing chess in the park
for the last ten years.
Hey, I'm a cop, and you're a piece of shit.
That's the story.
I've never killed a cop. Thought it was bad for business.
Now... I'm going to have to kill two.
Remember this, Ryan. This is all your doing.
Took your fucking time!
Ryan!
- Jesus, Mace! - Oh, Jesus, Ryan!
I'm all right. I'm all right.
Get Tau!
Go, goddamn it!
- Get him out of here. - Come on, Mace. Come on!
You got to back him up. Here.
Don't be stupid! Come on.
Do your job, damn it!
Just get the...
Who the fuck are you?
You a cop?
What do you want from me, money?
Jake!
Karla!
He's in there. He's still in there. He never came out.
He said he was gonna come out, but he never did.
- Where is he? - He's in there. He never came out!
He said he was gonna come out.
I'm going in.
Jake!
Ryan!
Jake, get out! Get out now!
Ryan!
Jake!
Hey, lady, you gotta come on and get behind the lines.
Come on.
Medic? Come on, hurry.
Go, go, go!
Easy there, Mace.
Tau?
He's at one with his ancestors.
Good.
You don't go halfway, do you, kid?
I had a good teacher.
Hey, Jake.
- About Withers. - Yeah?
Shut up.
She's just using you to get to me.
You're a real case, Ryan.
150 proof, kid.
See you around, Jake.
You should be fine.
It's gonna be all right, Mace.
Okay, let's move him in. One, two, three.
Sons of bitches!
- Are you? - What?
Using me to get to him.
Absolutely.
Hey, you in or out?
We're in.