"You had Vic arrested?" "–I just filed a complaint." "–Well, he's spending the night in jail right now." "–I can't even bail him out till the morning." "–He broke into my house." "Oh, come on." "He worked his ass off to pay for this house, Corrine." "–What are you thinking?" "–My kids are sleeping." "Good night." "–I really need for his head to be in the game right now." "–Then go tell him." "He's worried about you, and that kind of distraction can get him killed." "–Me and the other guys too." "–That's not my fault." "Go home, Shane." "Would you just back off?" "Just leave him..." "Just leave him alone!" "–What were you thinking?" "–Hey, where I come from... when a guy's lady jams him up, his buddies have a talk with her." "–Not in the middle of the night, Jethro." "–I'm sorry." "But you need to be able to concentrate right now." "–Are you okay?" "–Where are we with the money train?" "–It's definitely pulling out tonight." "–What's the new collection point?" "Well, we don't know yet." "What about the guy who ran the last site, shut it down?" "–We ran his plates." "Got an address." "–His name's Chorekian." "–He's the advance man." "–Follow him." "Maybe he'll take us to the new site." "Took us two months to scout the last site." "You want to do this one in a few hours?" "We still got the truck, the equipment, the plans." "All that stays the same." "–Might stay the same." "–Never get another chance like this again." "Let's remember where this Armenian money's coming from... prostitution, drugs, robberies." "And the rest of this cash is just gonna finance more of the same." "They didn't earn it." "I don't feel bad about taking it." "We get a little for ourselves, set the Armenian mob back months." "Ronnie, you gas up the truck, ready the equipment." "Shane, Lem, you get on this Armenian advance man." "–See where he takes us." "–All right." "Come on." "–David, who'd you vote for?" "–I'll give you a hint." "–He's Latino." "–And he's handsome." "Any comment on the report you recommended the chief fire... the anti-gang unit you oversee?" "I didn't feel they were meeting the high standards we expect of our officers." "The report also suggests you offered yourself up as well." "I'm their commanding officer." "They were my responsibility." "If I'm gonna hold them to a high standard, I should expect the same of myself." "Chief Bankston, it's good to finally meet you." "Captain Aceveda seems to think your team is a real problem." "He's recommending that I fire you all." "My team is responsible for more than 50%... of drug and gang arrests in that district." "The results are impressive." "It's the methods that have me concerned." "Aceveda and I don't always see eye to eye on tactics." "Well, that won't be a problem for long." "After he loses the primary today, he's resigning." "I don't know what kind of latitude the last chief gave you... but I believe in doing things well and doing them right." "So do I." "I know when a cop has his toe over the line, Detective." "Are you going to be able to maintain your stellar arrest rate without crossing any lines?" "–Absolutely." "–Prove it to me... or I'll have no problem acting on your captain's recommendations." "You put my team on the termination list you gave to the chief?" "I don't have time for you." "I've gotta tell 27 people today... the chief's office just fired them." "That's right, and I'm not one of them." "You are, aren't you?" "Consider yourself on desk duty for the day." "–Where do you get off trying..." "–I heard about your arrest." "Congratulations." "Go clean up your own house... instead of continuing to mess up mine." "The chief wants me out making cases, and that's exactly what I'm gonna do." "–I gave you an order." "–You're a goddamn lame duck." "–An order you'll goddamn follow." "–Or what?" "You'll recommend that I'm fired?" "Been nice knowing you." "Can you read his lips?" "Even if I could, I don't speak Armenian, bro." "That's his third call in the last five blocks." "He's definitely notifying the troops." "All right." "He's moving again." "He's moving." "Follow the money." "Let's go." "Claudette, there's been a homicide on Dresden." "–Great." "We're ready to roll." "–No." "–The victim's your ex-husband, Jeff Franklin." "–You're kidding." "Your daughter Bonnie's there." "She's supposed to be in Florida." "Is she okay?" "I think so, but she's a witness." "Dutch, you take the case." "You'll have to be limited to observing." "Uh, I've got a personal involvement, granted a tertiary one." "Shouldn't you hand it off to Brent or Marlon?" "We're gonna be a little shorthanded today." "The case is yours." "–Brent, Marlon." "–Yeah, Captain." "Can I see you up in my office, please?" "Here it comes." "–You ready?" "–Not really." "–Mom." "–There's blood." "Let me get that for ya." "–He shot him." "–I know." "He's gone." "I know, honey." "–You got it." "–I'm sorry, Bonnie." "There's not a single damn witness..." "none that we could find... except the daughter." "–That's Claudette's ex-husband?" "–Yeah." "Tell the M.E to move his ass." "I want the body released as soon as possible." "Gotcha." "Christ, is this guy on quaaludes?" "He don't want to get pulled over." "It's a good sign." "–Means he's close to a go." "–Goddamn it." "Get your ass in gear, granny." "Did he just hit him?" "I'm sorry." "I didn't..." "I didn't think you were gonna stop." "–It's goddamn yellow." "What's wrong with you?" "–No reason to get upset." "No reason for you." "You drive a piece of shit." "I just bought this car." "–Relax." "I'm covered." "–We're gonna lose the goddamn money train over this." "–What do we do if..." "–I don't know." "–Oh, no way." "–Try getting outta here." "Go around the block." "–Shit." "–Cover up." "–You saw him hit me, right?" "–Yeah, he rear-ended you, man." "It sucks." "You be my witness for insurance?" "–You would do that?" "–Sure." "Yeah." "I guess I could do that." "–Yeah." "–Give me your number." "You know, I tell you, I'm always on the road." "Maybe we should just exchange cell numbers." "–Otherwise, you know, we'll probably never hook up." "–Yeah." "Okay." "It's always the ones that don't give a shit about their cars... that run into yours." "–You don't have to tell me." "I'm Armin Chorekian." "–Cletis van Damme." "–Thank you for your help." "I call you." "Cletis van Damme?" "There's nothing major going on right now." "Streets are up for grabs, and there's not one gang case in the last 24 hours... we can sink our teeth into?" "–Sorry." "Hey, what's the rush?" "The chief's evaluating our unit." "We have to appear busy and irreplaceable." "I know Dutch is working on a homicide from this morning." "I don't know the details." "Uh, Dutch-boy, what are you workin' on?" "Claudette's ex-husband was shot and killed." "Her daughter Bonnie witnessed the whole thing." "Oh, man." "What happened?" "They were sitting in a car, black male walked up, said something... then just shot the guy ran away." "–It's a gang thing?" "–I don't know... and Bonnie's been too upset to talk to." "I still don't know why she and her dad were there." "Let me work the gang angle." "See if there's anything there." "Great." "I'll make a copy of my notes up till now." "If he's in here, I'll recognize him." "There are a lot of pictures in there, so take your time." "You need to take a break to eat, anything, just ask, okay?" "Okay." "You do me a favor." "You see him in there, you tell me first." "–Don't say anything to Dutch, okay?" "–Why?" "Because there are a lot of ways to make a case... and being a star eyewitness at a murder trial doesn't have to be your first option." "Not with the kind of guy who did this." "–This is Dad we're talking about." "–I know." "I don't care what I have to do." "I know you feel that way right now, but I'm only watching out for you." "God, Mom." "I can't believe you." "I'm not talking about letting whoever did this go free." "I just don't want you to get into something you can't get out of later." "If you see him in there, you tell me first." "I hear you called Julien's house." "Told his little boy that he was gay?" "–I think you got the wrong guys." "–I got the right assholes." "The both of you have been shooting your mouths off about how much fun you're having." "I got no problem with someone being gay out there, but in here I..." "If it's so cool, why doesn't he just come out and say it?" "Why is he lying about who he is?" "I'm putting you both on notice." "Fun's over, or I end it myself." "–Herman, what do you got?" "–Something." "But what's in it for my boys?" "We lay off that gambling joint you're running near MacArthur Park." "–What gambling joint?" "–The one in the back of Morty's Sporting Goods." "Oh, that one." "Okay." "So you all heard of the E-ParkJohnnies?" "–Not recently." "They still kicking around?" "–They still breathing." "With Armadillo and the Torrucos out of business, everything is opening up out there." "The Johnnies are looking to get back on top of the bangers heap." "Good luck." "Jesus Christ, Herman, pick that up." "Pick it up!" "Hey, sorry, man." "Strictly for medicinal purposes." "So what does the Johnnies trying to bring back the glory days... have to do with some dad getting shot in his car?" "All I heard was the Johnnies were bragging about throwing some kind of April Fool's party." "–April Fool's party?" "–Yeah, that's all I heard, man." "–Bonnie." "–Yes?" "–Hi, I'm Detective Mackey." "–Hi." "Tavon Garris." "–Hi." "–I'm sorry about your father." "–Thank you." "–I just have one question for you." "The shooter... he said something to your dad before he fired?" "Yes." "I..." "I couldn't hear him very well." "The window was up." "Did it sound like, "Johnny says April Fool's"?" "It was something like that, yeah." "I couldn't hear it clear, but..." "What does that mean?" "Bonnie?" "–What are you doing?" "–Answering his questions." "He's not involved in this case." "Look, 10 years ago, the E-ParkJohnnies... were the predominant gang in Farmington." "They controlled drugs, sex, everything." "Until the Mexicans started outnumbering them." "Compton gangs started moving in, squeezed the Johnnies right out." "I talked to my old partner, Joe Clarke." "He says the E-ParkJohnnies used to throw what they called April Fool's parties." "What are those?" "Every year they tally up how many members got killed out on the street... then they get the whole membership together, and they pick dominoes." "–Dominoes?" "–Yeah." "You pick the right one... you get to be one of the shooters." "–Who'd they shoot?" "–Didn't matter." "Walk right up to 'em... and say, "Johnny says April Fool's," boom... they'd shoot 'em." "And, uh, that's what your daughter heard the shooter say this morning." "The April Fool's parties dried up about 10 years ago... but looks like they're back on." "Thanks for the tip." "Dutch'll take care of it." "–Is there a problem with us helping or something?" "–No, it doesn't concern you." "Dutch will take care of it." "Run the gang database for Johnnies that were killed in the last year... and get a current address for their leader." "Uh, street name's Lops." "–Lops?" "–He's got a lopsided head." "–I don't know his real tag." "–All right." "I'm working it." "–You lost him?" "–He got in a fender bender right in front of us." "–We're his witnesses." "–You gotta be shittin' me." "Once he saw our faces and our ride, we couldn't stay too close." "We stayed back for a while, tried to follow him." "We lost him." "Everything's ready, and you tell me we still don't know where to go?" "We got his cell number." "Maybe we can trace it." "–Not without a warrant." "–Yeah, and it's a trail we can't leave." "Where's Radiohead's crib these days?" "Radiohead?" "–Ugh!" "–Oh, my God!" "What, did he die in here?" "Radiohead, show us your ass!" "Hey, put the gun down!" "I told you guys to stop barging in on me like this." "God, man!" "When was the last time you took a shower?" "–The water got shut off last month." "–Ever heard of a sponge bath?" "–I'm boycotting all things French." "–We got tracer software." "We know you trace cell phones for the Baja Diablo cartel." "–You pick 'em right out of the air, right?" "–Yeah." "We need a location on a cell phone." "I can pull the cell phones off the towers... but if he's not transmitting, I won't be able to triangulate his exact location." "We'll settle for an approximate." "Ronnie's gonna run the numbers." "The rest of us are headed for fresh air." "That's really nice, you sending your fag hag partner to fight your battles." "–I'm working." "–How come you lied to us about who you are?" "How are we supposed to trust you with our lives if you're gonna lie like that, Julien?" "I'll do my job." "You do yours." "You know what bothers me the most?" "Is that you're a hypocrite." "You gave that faggot a blanket party, knowing you'd like to be under the blanket with him." "You call my son again, and I'll kill you." "You know, maybe I should've called Social Services." "See if that kid still has his cherry." "You understand me?" "Call him again, and I'll kill you." "You think you could do this job by yourself, huh?" "You don't need backup?" "'Cause they're never gonna show up." "–I want to see a show, man!" "–Easy." "What's wrong?" "Maybe, uh, Jeff's murder... wasn't part of some gangland April Fool's prank." "Bonnie's being, uh, vague... about what they were doing in that neighborhood." "That area's a known drug market." "Stop right there." "I did some checking on Jeff." "He had a bit of a rough go of it after your divorce." "A couple of dope charges." "Disturbing the peace." "Is there anything you wanna tell me about him?" "He had his demons." "None that deserved to get him killed." "Okay." "Anything yet?" "No." "Was your father doing something down there he shouldn't have been?" "–Mom..." "–Something to do with drugs?" "You always thought the worst of him." "–No, I didn't." "–You did." "You don't remember." "You were very young." "Why didn't you tell me you were in town?" "Dad wanted to see me." "It was only for a couple of days." "I just didn't wanna be running back and forth." "Did you find him?" "His signal has appeared somewhere in the sector between these three cell towers." "This is mostly unoccupied industrial area." "–Same type of place as last time." "–That's gotta be where the money train's pulling in." "Do some recon." "See if the old plan will work at the new site." "Hey, I got that crib address on Lops." "–I'll have a warrant within an hour." "–That's great." "–What are y'all doin' in?" "–Can't stay away from this place, even on our day off." "I'll leave you two to your work." "–How long till you get down here?" "–Soon, I promise." "Machado called." "Your interview's playing all over the tube." "–People are responding." "–But we were four points back just last night." "The exit polls are encouraging." "–How's Hispanic turnout?" "–Better than expected." "Machado says we really have a chance, baby." "We really do." "Uh, I'll see you as soon as I can." "–I love you, babe." "–Me too." "Randy." "Come on in." "–Yeah?" "–Hey." "We found it." "It's almost identical to our last site." "One way in, one way out." "Even has a Dumpster we can use." "–They're still setting' up." "–So it's doable?" "–It's absolutely doable." "–Let me talk to him for a sec." "Hey, boss, look, if they change locations... maybe there's other aspects they've changed too." "Let me see it." "Let me see it." "Look, it's right in our comfort zone, Vic." "Okay." "What's the vote, then?" "I'm good." "He wants a vote." "He's in, so am I." "–What about you two?" "–Let's do it." "–Okay." "–We're good to go." "Thanks for inviting us in, Lops." "–You didn't get no invite!" "–Sure we did." "I can back him up on that." "–What you want, man?" "–How are the Johnnies these days?" "Black is back." "You lost three of your Johnny bros this year, huh?" "And loved them all." "You like playing dominoes, Lops?" "You're bringing back the April Fool's parties, huh?" "I got one man dead already." "A black man, by the way." "When are you dumbasses gonna shoot up Beverly Hills for a change, huh?" "There are two more shooters out there, aren't there?" "I don't see any double threes here, Lops." "That's the magic number this year, isn't it?" "–Double threes for your three dead homies." "–Whatever, man." "Who are the shooters?" "You better step off, man, before I get my Cochrane involved." "You think we playing, Lop-head?" "Hey, come on, man." "You ain't gonna do nothin'with that." "You know who your buddy killed today, Lops?" "Look, man, I don't even know what you're talking about." "–That was the husband of a cop." "–A cop we work with, asshole." "She's a friend of mine, and you... you killed her husband." "–No, man!" "Goddamn!" "You only got five more wrong answers in you, boy." "Now, who... are..." "the shooters?" "The only thing worse than killing a cop is killing a cop's loved one... so you know I will pull this trigger." "We'll just write it down as another nigger in the wrong place at the wrong time." "Mmm!" "–Who are they?" "–This is gonna be the one, Tavon." "I can feel it." "Yeah, me too." "I better get my raincoat." "Okay!" "Okay!" "Okay, man!" "Okay!" "Okay!" "Okay!" "Just put the gun down." "You put the gun down, I'll play ball with you, all right?" "What happened with you and Jackson?" "Nothing we can't handle ourselves, sir." "I know what's going on, Julien." "What you've been subjected to." "I don't care about your personal life." "What I do care about is intolerance." "If you have a complaint... now is the time to lodge it." "Like I said, sir, nothing I can't handle." "Okay, then." "Okay, they're here." "Do me a favor." "–Ask them if they can give you a ride back to the barn." "–Is everything all right?" "Oh, yeah, I just gotta be somewhere for an hour." "I'll check back in on you then." "Your partner's a goddamn psycho!" "Yes, he is." "Then you tell that asshole he's too late." "Too late for what?" "Charlie there's already at the street fair right now." "Too late, man." "Hey, you tell him that." "Yo, Tavon!" "–Yo!" "–Go get my truck, quick." "Let's go." "You!" "Come and take this man!" "Find out where there's a street fair in this area." "Get every unit." "We got a shooter down there." "–Yeah?" "–I'm gonna be running a little bit late." "You and Shane are gonna have to start without me." "–How late?" "What are you talking about?" "–I can't explain right now." "–What's he sayin'?" "–He might not be makin' it." "Are you serious?" "Vic, we'll never get this chance again." "–Please!" "–Put Shane on." "–Vic, what's going on?" "–I'm gonna make it." "You're just gonna have to start the plan without me." "–What if you get stuck or something?" "–You can still do it." "–No." "No way." "Not without you." "–You planned for three." "You still got three." "–That's when you were one of the three." "–You could still do this." "I trust you." "I'll be there when I can." "I'm driving." "Goddamn it." "What three-person plan?" "–You were ready to do this without me?" "–You always had reservations." "It was only Plan "B."" "–Fine." "Let's go with Plan "B" then." "–I don't know." "Until we see if Vic's gonna make it, it's too risky." "We don't get on the inside now, the whole thing will be ruined, even if Vic does show up." "–All right, I vote we go now." "–Me too." "Okay, we're looking for the guy on the right." "Pass it around." "He's armed." "Follow me." "Come on." "Fan out." "Fan out." "Take that way inside." "Guys, come on!" "Double threes." "–Take him!" "–Take him." "Don't move." "Don't move." "–That's not bad for a day's work, huh?" "–Yeah." "Hey, listen." "You could do me a favor." "–I gotta be somewhere." "–I'll take care of the paperwork." "Thanks." "Only two more vans to go." "What's this?" "What the hell are they talkin'about?" "What, like I speak European hick?" "Goddamn it." "What the hell is goin'on?" "Oh, Jesus Christ." "Jesus Christ." "Holy sh..." "–What do we do now?" "–I gotta stop Ronnie." "Maybe the best thing to do is just stick to the plan." "We don't even know if Vic's made it yet." "–And I'm callin' Ronnie off." "–Look, they got sidearms." "We got rifles, man." "No." "The whole plan was no bloodshed." "It's all screwed up now." "Oh, Christ." "Look, it's not their money." "They're not gonna die for it, okay?" "We can do this." "Look, I'm not gettin' you two killed." "–Goddamn it!" "–What?" "There's no reception." "I gotta get a signal." "Will you stop movin' around, man?" "They're gonna see us." "Hey, listen, there isn't cell service here, remember?" "We're in the black hole." "That's how we found this place." "Sir, I need to talk to you about Jackson and Carlson." "Is this about the fight with Julien?" "Yeah, and the homophobic flyers and the gay bashing." "–They're behind all of that." "–I talked to Julien." "He didn't mention names." "Right." "Look, I'm not a rat, sir... but those guys have been making noises about not backing us up on the street." "I mean, that's Julien's life and that's my life." "I'm not gonna let that pass." "Thank you for mentioning it to me." "Since you're here, I need to talk to you." "You know that the chief's put together a list... and we've gotta cut 20% of the force." "–You're kidding me." "Your name's on the list." "Armadillo's death in the cage." "I got suspended for that." "I paid the price." "You're firing me for it?" "It's the chief's call." "I'm sorry." "Have you talked to Vic and the Strike Team about how that guy got the knife?" "–I've heard the rumors." "–Yeah?" "Who's looking into it while my career's being flushed down the goddamn toilet?" "Right now... nobody." "Here's Ronnie." "–He must have heard the shots." "–Ohh, oh, this is not good." "–Where is Vic?" "–We gotta do this now, before he's hung out to dry." "Look, I'm gonna take the guy with the MP-5." "You take the skinny guy with the beanie and the blowgun." "Come on, man." "We gotta do this now." "On the goddamn ground!" "–Get down right now!" "–Get down!" "Everybody down now!" "Get your ass down!" "Down!" "Get on the ground!" "Get down!" "Get down there!" "–You good?" "You clear?" "–Clear!" "Goddamn it, this guy's hurt." "–Face down!" "–Oh, shit." "It's the last van." "Guys, don't move, don't move." "Do not..." "Okay." "Go." "Go get him!" "Don't move!" "–Stay right there!" "Hands on the wheel!" "–Go, go, go, go, go!" "Thank God you made it, man." "What the hell happened here?" "We got dead bodies?" "It wasn't us." "They turned on each other." "Ronnie heard the shots." "The whole thing went down a van early." "Jesus!" "–We gotta go." "If anybody heard those shots..." "–We also got a wounded Armenian." "If this guy doesn't get medical help, he's gonna bleed out and die." "That's not our problem." "We didn't shoot him." "Now let's load up and get the hell outta here." "Yeah, so we didn't shoot him, but we can save him." "I don't want that blood on my conscience." "Me either." "We better hurry." "Let's go." "–Do you want to live or die?" "–Live." "Please." "Well, then, you listen very carefully, Dach." "–We're gonna get you to the doctor." "–Thank you." "Then we're gonna stop by your house and hide some of this money... and since you're the only guy who's gonna be missing from here... your buddies are gonna figure that we took care of you because you were our inside man." "They'll come looking for you... and the only thing they'll find at your house is their stolen cash." "And then they'll know you were the one... who tipped us off about the money train." "–I don't even know who you are." "–Well, that's gonna be our little secret." "Once you get fixed up, you're running away, Dach, and never coming back." "Yes." "Just get me help, please." "Do you see the man that shot your father?" "–What?" "–If this goes to trial..." "I don't want Bonnie being a witness... in a gang killing." "Understand?" "Yeah." "Yeah, I understand." "If I were to question these men... any idea who I should start with first?" "I'd start with number two." "You and your two friends..." "You all drew the double-three dominoes." "We found one on each of you." "Two of you didn't kill anyone, but one of you did." "I don't know nothin' about no killin'." "Okay, we'll see who your two friends point the finger at... 'cause one of you is going to jail." "Hang up!" "I don't want to go to jail for something I didn't do... just 'cause one of them said I did." "Then put someone else there." "I don't care who." "It was Mouser." "He did it." "Hey." "–Make it in time?" "–Where?" "–Wherever you were going." "–Oh, yeah." "Just an errand." "Got it handled." "No biggie." "Anything happen around here?" "We got the other two domino shooters without any other killings." "–Dutch is upstairs sorting them out." "–Sweet." "Anything else happening?" "Nah." "Other than that, it's been quiet." "Good." "–What's up?" "–I just got fired." "–What?" "–Yeah." "My name's on the casualty list." "–Any guesses why?" "–Jesus Christ." "I'm sorry." "You're the one that's always talking about your boys being such stand-up guys..." "You and I both know that my name doesn't belong on that list." "Let's see how much of a stand-up guy you really are." "–What?" "–You fired Danny?" "–The chief's office did." "–She doesn't deserve that." "You got to do something." "Armadillo died because Danny didn't properly pat down the prisoner." "–Ah..." "–Unless you have something to share with the chief... this conversation's over." "Do you?" "Or are you a coward?" "Too bad." "She was a good officer." "It was Mouser." "He did it." "Ohh, man!" "I can't believe he'd just give me up like that." "–I didn't do it." "–You ready to give him up?" "He killed that man." "He wanted to be the first one of the three of us." "Real important to him." "How do I know you're the one telling the truth?" "Yo, I fill you in on where he hides his gun." "–I hear we got the shooters upstairs." "–Looks like it." "Well, not to pat myself on the back or anything..." "Results don't excuse bad behavior." "Tell you what." "It's clear you and I have some issues... so why don't we agree just not to work with each other anymore." "The question isn't whether I can work with you." "It's how you're gonna handle working for me." "You?" "Me." "Fired for cause." "Fired for cause." "This is bullshit!" "They're gonna have the most P.C., useless force in the country." "Julien gets outed and throws a bitch-fit... and we take the fall for some friendly ribbing?" "Maybe they just don't get your sophisticated brand of humor." "You trying to tell me this place is better off with him than the three of us?" "Don't put me in your corner." "I didn't deserve what I got." "I have prepared two speeches for this evening." "I hope I get to use the one in my left pocket." "But whatever happens, win or lose..." "I thank you all." "Your support has been a blessing." "To my lovely wife, Aurora... te amo." "Tu eres mi estrella brillante." "Danny." "This isn't fair." "No, it's not." "Look, um..." "I can't tell you... how much I..." "I've learned from you." "Well, here's one last thing..." "You watch your back around these people, okay?" "–Any sign of Armenians yet?" "–Nope." "–How's our bleeder?" "–Dropped him off at a clinica." "Backroom doc's sewing him up as we speak." "Our bleeder's gonna make it, and he's gonna shake out of town." "Good." "Let's finish this." "Although statewide turnout has been somewhat lower than average... –How deep you wanna bury this?" "–Not very." "These transplants from Brighton Beach are more beach than bright." "In the city council races..." "–Hey." "District three is reporting in now with 89% of the vote." "Nah, nah." "A little more clever than that, okay?" "The fifth district is still tight, with Elliot Orlon edging closer... to incumbent Barnard Fortain." "Hey." "This is good." "Police Captain David Aceveda won a tight primary race... against challenger Karen Mitchell to become that district's... first Hispanic Democratic candidate for council." "And since the district is 82% Democrat... it's a safe bet that Aceveda will soon be the first elected..." "Hispanic representative on the council... from the Farmington District of Los Angeles." "–I thought he was gonna lose." "–He was supposed to." "What does that mean?" "It means Aceveda isn't gonna be gone as fast as we thought." "And six months from now, he's gonna be our boss's boss." "I can always tell when you're lying to me." "No, you always thought you could." "What were you and your father doing on that street today?" "There's a flower store there." "He wanted to go in and pick up some flowers." "For Jenny... his fiancée." "Jeff was engaged?" "–What..." "Why didn't you..." "–I didn't want to hurt your feelings." "Dad told me once... how much you liked it when he surprised you with flowers." "He really got his life together." "He was... happy." "He was waiting for the right time for us to tell you." "Oh, what was stopping you?" "I don't know." "You just... seem lonely... lately." "I'm just glad nothing happened to you." "I lost my partner." "That's not nothing." "I know." "Thank you, baby." "I hope she's okay." "Thank you, sweetheart." "We'll do what we can for her." "Um, let's talk about this later, okay?" "No!" "I would've called." "I just didn't have the new number." "You can't be here." "Uh, tell Shane not to come back either." "I didn't send him." "He shouldn't have done that." "Please." "Thanks." "We're not supposed to be talking like this." "You should go." "I know." "Uh, I won't come back again without permission." "I just was so worried about the kids, spending time with them." "I..." "I got lost somewhere in all this." "I never meant to hurt you the way that I have." "I'm so sorry about that." "I want you to know, uh... you're gonna be taken care of." "The kids?" "They don't have anything to worry about either." "Tell 'em I love 'em." "And, uh... call my lawyer and let him know when a good time to see them is." "Mama!" "Mama!" "⬄25000÷1000⬄"