Subtitles by explosiveskull
I committed my first major felony when I was 10.
I boosted my first car when I was 11.
By the time I was 13 it was grand theft, robbery,
assault with intent.
I pulled a safe out of the back wall of a pawn shop
on my 17th birthday.
When I was 23 a judge told me I should stay out of trouble,
keep my nose to the grindstone,
this place was the land of opportunity.
Then he sentenced me to four years.
Fuckin' land of opportunity.
Some people actually believe that shit.
So how bad do you wanna get out of here, Jimmy?
Take a wild fucking guess.
I hear you got a month left on your stretch,
something like that.
Four weeks, three days actually.
Plus I owe another two years once when I get out.
Doesn't look to me like you're gonna make it.
That seems to be the popular sentiment.
Little problem with the Aryan Brotherhood
is the way I heard it.
Fuck that.
Fuck them.
A bunch of pussies.
And they go by the Army of the White Dragon,
not the Aryan Brotherhood.
They're a little sensitive about that.
What's the beef?
Who can say?
This place is a fucking zoo.
One day a couple of convicts get the idea
that you're gonna move Nickel Deck
for them up on their tier, you tell 'em no.
A couple of fuck your mothers later,
they're looking to fit you with a prom dress.
Not your cup of tea, I take it?
Dress wasn't my size.
I'm guessing the Aryans weren't too happy about that.
What can I say, Wayne?
The male ego is a fragile thing.
Lots of people move junk into this place
through the Aryans, Jimmy.
Pull a couple strings and see to it in 52 days
you walk outta here instead of getting carried out.
Did I take a bullet for you in another lifetime
and I don't remember?
Huh, what's the catch, Wayne?
What's one night of your life worth to you Jimmy?
I'm still sitting here.
But I hear the words toss and salad in the same sentence,
my ass is back in general population.
I'm talking about a job.
One night's work, that's all.
What kinda work?
Well, considering that I'm me and you're you,
take a wild fucking guess what kind of work.
I don't push buttons on guys, Wayne.
You mean not anymore.
I know the crew?
Does it matter?
New outfit, money from down South.
A guy named Nesto Diaz.
Nesto Diaz.
Last I heard he was down in fucking South Gate
pulling drive-by's with Romeo Mendoza.
Since when do you broker work for the Barrio Boys?
Since Romeo got shanked in county
by one of the 8th Street Orientes a couple years back.
Barrio Boys are dead as disco, Jimmy.
It's a new ballgame and Diaz is calling the plays.
So he was lookin' for somebody
and my name just magically pops up?
Fuck off, Wayne.
This ain't a social call, Jimmy.
I'm here 'cause Nesto called your number.
I got a job, I do it.
No reason to get nasty.
Why don't you go ask Lloyd?
Lloyd doesn't have the toolbox.
Not like yours, Jimmy.
Toolbox for what?
This mysterious whatever it is you maybe want
- me to do? - Lloyd's the one
who gave you to us, Jimmy.
And they say loyalty's dead.
Got him out from under Diaz apparently.
He owes him?
Everybody does.
He's been buying up debt.
The American way.
One night.
You do this, Diaz says you're free and clear.
You don't,
I don't know,
I guess the Aryans paint you with Revlon number five
and stick a shank in your ear.
So what's it gonna be?
I'm listening.
♪ Frankie and Johnny was sweethearts
♪ Oh Lord how they did love
♪ Swore to be true to each other
♪ True as the stars above
♪ He was her man
♪ He wouldn't do her wrong
♪ Frankie went down to the corner
♪ Just for a bucket of beer
♪ She says mister bartender
♪ Has my loving Johnny been here
♪ He's my man
♪ He wouldn't do me wrong
♪ I don't want to cause you no trouble
♪ I ain't gonna tell you no lie
♪ I saw your lover an hour ago
♪ With a girl named Nellie Bligh
♪ He was your man
Jimmy.
Lou.
When did you get out?
This morning.
You don't live here anymore, Jimmy.
Come on, Lou.
Open the door.
I'm not doing this.
Open the door.
What if I don't?
Well then I'll take this door right off the hinges.
Just go away.
Okay, my P.O. says I get caught
consorting with any known felons he'll put me away.
Or I have to suck him off, I can't remember which.
That's cute.
What do you want?
Come on.
I've been out three hours.
This is the first place I've been to, come on.
You mean after you bought a gun?
Uh-uh, look it.
Clean.
Two minutes, Lou, two minutes.
So how was life on the inside?
You could have came and visited me and found out.
You could have written me a letter
and told me about it.
You still working at that card club downtown?
No.
Not for a couple months.
The owner got it in his head
that part of my job description
was giving him a blowjob in the back seat of his Plymouth.
I'm at the Circle 3 now.
That Russian place?
Czech, I think, or Ukrainian.
These guys keep shooting each other every five minutes.
I can't keep track.
I see you changed your hair.
I like it.
I get better tips as a brunette.
What do you want, Jimmy?
Just come by to say hi.
Give me that.
Gimme.
That's new.
Oh.
I'm sorry, does Doctor Frankenstein
not like the way his monster turned out?
Aren't you being dramatic?
Here, look.
What the hell is this?
Come on, open it.
Jeez.
See, I remember when I got sent up
you had to pawn that one your mom gave you,
so figured, you know...
It was my grandmother's, actually.
And it was in her family for 100 years before that.
But gee Jimmy, this is swell, too.
Tell me, why do I get a feeling
that there's some old lady
on the Greyhound down from Ironwood
wondering what happened to the chain around her neck?
I see you're still collecting these records, huh?
Yeah.
Yeah, I seem to have a thing for anachronisms.
Just like old times.
I tee it up, you take a swing.
Oh, look at that.
Jimmy's go to move.
Easy smile, self deprecating remark.
Look, if you're standing there
waiting for me to suggest that we go into the bedroom
to fuck for old time's sake,
you're gonna be standing there a long time.
What can I say, Lou?
It's a slippery slope you let a man come inside you.
Fuck you.
You know what I think?
I think probation's making you mean.
That's what I think.
No, I think it's just you, Jimmy.
If you don't have the stomach,
the door's right there.
I got something set up down South.
Other side of the border, Veracruz.
Veracruz?
You mean Mexico?
Yeah, Mexico.
It's good.
It's legitimate work, too.
Legitimate work?
Yeah, yeah.
It's like 90% legitimate.
Your first day out
and you're already talking about jumping your parole?
Jesus, you're predictable, Jimmy.
I thought that was one of the things you liked about me.
Oh, yeah.
There you go understanding women again.
Look, I'm just trying to make a fresh start.
Yeah, so what?
Is that supposed to include me
just dropping everything and going with you?
Oh, yeah, 'cause you built yourself quite the life here.
It's marvelous.
I'm blown away.
I'm so proud of you.
Go to hell.
Look, I had this cellmate.
He's got this car service down in Veracruz, right?
We're driving high priced tricks
back and forth to Mexico City.
Little light muscle work.
Says he's got a spot for me.
Keep reaching for those stars, Jimmy.
I just gotta pay this debt off and then we're gone.
What, another safe?
No.
It's complicated.
I'm not going.
Pack your shit.
You don't get to do this, Jimmy.
- You're going. - God damn it, Jimmy.
I'm not fucking around. You do not get
to fucking do this!
Do what?
You just leave for four years
and you think my whole life just stops,
is that what you think?
What life, this fucking shit?
Fuck you!
This is your fucking life,
- this shit? - Fuck you!
It's gonna fucking kill you,
- is what it's gonna do. - What, oh, oh?
What the fuck do you care?
Look, just pack your shit, you're going.
You never should've come back, Jimmy.
Look.
You're all I got, okay?
I did my four years.
I am done, I am out.
Period, that's it.
Look, Jimmy, I'm tired
and I'm still wearing last night's mascara.
Your two minutes are up.
I'm gonna take a shower.
You can let yourself out.
I'm not going.
Leave, Jimmy.
Go!
Get the fuck out of here!
Leave me the fuck alone, okay?
Very good.
But you know I'm still hungry.
Yeah?
So am I.
You don't have to do this.
Winter's coming, winter's coming.
I gotta do something.
What's this?
I've been working a grave shift at a Food Barn
down in Belmont to keep my head above water.
Life's a cabaret, ain't it?
There's gotta be more to life than this, Jimmy.
That ship's sailed.
A terrible blizzard's coming.
Ah, go on.
That guy don't know a shadow from a hole in the ground.
Ship's sailed?
That's it?
You don't have a choice?
You are what you are.
The what don't change,
just the where and the how.
You get this bullshit
out of a fucking fortune cookie, Jimmy?
Or is this you just pretending that you've read a book?
Jimmy Hill Senior.
I need some wheels.
It's the blue Plymouth down front.
All right.
Pack up whatever you wanna take with you.
We're gonna be gone in a couple of days.
Unless you're dead.
Come on.
It could happen, right Jimmy?
Tomorrow could come around
and we could find you dead in some fucking gutter
with a fucking bullet
- in your head! - Okay, enough!
You know what, just forget it, Jimmy, okay?
Do what you gotta do.
I don't even care.
Is there something you wanna tell me?
I made a deal,
- Louly. - So what?
With who?
That piece of shit that who got you out?
What, you don't think he's gonna fuck you
the first chance he gets?
Lou.
Jimmy.
We could leave here right now.
We could just go.
I made a deal, Louly.
You don't want me, Jimmy.
You think you do, but you don't.
Hey.
Hey, listen to me.
You're all I got.
All right?
So we're gonna make a fresh start.
What'd I tell ya, Jack?
She's worth it, right?
Total pro.
Oh, yeah she's a real sport.
How long have you guys been married, Ronnie?
Three years.
Hm.
Doesn't seem like the healthiest relationship
in the world, Ronnie.
You know what?
You and me, we had a fucking agreement.
I know, Jack.
It's serious, man.
Like right hand to God,
the last thing I wanna do in the world
- was was come up short on you. - Right hand to God.
Jesus Christ.
I'm your fucking P.O., I'm not your priest.
Jack, man.
I set you up with a job.
400 bills a week, 150 of which you float me
for not bouncing your ass back up to Chino.
And what do you do, lifetime fuck up that you are?
Hey.
Is he gonna pay for that?
Shut the hell up?
Yeah, well, you managed to get your ass fired,
which means not only are you in violation
of the terms of your release, I'm out 150 each week.
Best you can do
is let me throw a hump into your fucking wife to make good?
I'm busy.
Yeah.
No, no, no.
Just listen.
My dance card's full, alright?
I got 22 habituals the way it is.
No, no, no.
Don't fucking send it, god damn it.
Hey!
Fuck.
Jack.
You just gotta give me a little more time, all right?
Two days.
Three days max.
In the meantime anytime you get that itch, you know?
Is she just gonna stand there
and eyeball me all goddam day?
Sorry.
Get back in the goddamn room.
Fuck you, Ronnie.
Just go, god damn it.
Well, fuck you.
I'm fucking hungry!
Get back in the fucking room, all right?
I'll get you some Chick-fil-A later.
You better.
And don't forget my cigarettes.
Hey, man, you play ball?
Yeah.
Jefferson.
Been about six years ago.
Corner?
Strong safety.
Put me both ways, too.
They lined me up at tight end.
I bet you were fast as fuck, huh?
4.6 40.
No joke.
Oh shit, 4.6?
Bet you wish you hadn't smoked away
all that breakaway speed when they got you
on that liquor store hold-up last year, huh?
Yeah.
I guess so.
I was at Rochester, you know, down South, CCL?
Champs two times back to back, 89, 90.
Outside Linebacker.
Bang!
Yeah?
Hey, man, why don't you give me some privacy?
Yo, Jack, man.
This is my house.
Yeah, you're right.
You're right, Jack.
Take your time, man, whatever you need.
Hey Lloyd, it's Jack Burbank.
Yeah, yeah.
No.
Shut the fuck up and listen.
Hey, hang on a second.
Whoa, whoa, where you going?
You said you needed some privacy.
Outside.
I might go in for seconds.
Yeah.
Sure, Jack.
Like I said, man, whatever you need.
Yeah, Lloyd.
You're not gonna believe
whose jacket I just got assigned to me.
No, no, I'll give you a hint.
Last time you saw him
you wanted to put a bullet in his fucking head.
No.
Jesus Christ, how many guys
have you tried to fucking kill lately?
No, I'm talking about Jimmy Hill.
Jesus.
You must've been staring into that light too long.
Son of a bitch.
Four years.
When'd you get out?
Just this morning.
Jesus, you're on the job already.
Can we talk inside?
Hayman RB-3 tri-bolt double compartment floor safe.
That's some heavy iron right there, man.
Yeah.
What have you heard about it?
You don't wanna know.
You remember Pete Stanhill?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Guy from up North right?
He used to pull steel with Maxy Rydell.
He's from Diamond Springs?
Yeah, he used to call that thing the widow maker
on account of it pushed so many guys off the job.
You got the drill point specs for it?
Nobody does.
Don't matter anyway.
Thing's got that resistive hard plate,
cobalt alloy
embedded with tungsten carbide chips, man.
Shatters the bit.
If you had the time
you could go in with diamond core titanium.
But even then you're looking at a minimum six,
seven hours before you break through.
Plus even if you did break through,
there's tempered glass between the door and the lock.
Wired edges.
Glass breaks, it drops these little spring loaded rods
in front of the main locking bolts.
This box is the real deal, man.
What about a plasma cutter?
Thermal relocker.
Temperature goes up, glass breaks, rods drop in,
same boat as before.
You could maybe use an auto dialer,
but you're looking at 10 million possible combinations.
You could be there a week.
Can't punch it, can't peel it, can't torch it.
You're gonna have to romance the numbers out of her.
You been training new talent?
Nah, not in a couple years.
Something don't go boom, these young guys don't give a shit.
Speaking of which.
This the 45?
New lever springs, slide catch,
pins, grip screws, everything.
Misfired on the last guy who had it
'cause he wore it out at the range
and never bothered to clean out the residue.
What'd I always used to tell you?
Always respect the equipment.
That's right.
Keep her clean, she'll be fine.
When's the last time you been inside a box?
Oh, shit, Jesus.
Three years maybe.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Job down in Ojai.
Brinks Quad bolt 36.
Took me three hours just to get through the hard plate.
Don't have the legs for it anymore, I suppose.
What about Hairston?
Retired.
No shit?
Up in Pollock Pines.
How about Rich Noya?
Oh, fuck, man.
Dead.
Shut the fuck up.
Yeah, shit man.
On the job in Wyoming.
Little jewelry exchange, Rent-a-Cop walks in on him.
Empties an entire 18 round mag at him,
only managed to hit him twice.
Wow.
Got him in the right place, though.
We're a dying breed, Jimmy, what can I tell you?
Lloyd's gonna be looking for you.
Probably, yeah.
Probably gonna be asking about his 28 grand, too.
What?
Nothing.
Oh, come on, what?
Nothing, you hear shit that ain't worth talking about.
Anyway man, you're out.
Back in the saddle.
Four years you were in,
half a year before that since your last punch.
You think you still got the touch?
What number's that?
33.
Lucky guess.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Is this the guy?
Hey!
Fucking look at him!
Is that the guy?
No.
I'm doing something, Jesus.
God damn it!
What the fuck?
Are you fucking kidding me with this shit?
You are not here to text your fucking dealer, alright?
I swear if you cracked my screen
I'm gonna make you fucking pay for it.
Shut the fuck up.
It's not like that's what I was doing anyways, okay?
And Memo's not my fucking dealer, alright?
He's my pimp.
Just shut the fuck up and watch the garage.
Fucking Christs' sake.
Jesus.
Hey, you're staring
at possession with intent here, dipshit,
plus what you still owe at Valley State.
You want me to bust your ass back up North,
make some big bitch with a buzz cut
have you go down on her every fucking night?
Shut the fuck up.
Big deal.
That'll be like the third pussy I've eaten this week.
Jesus Christ.
What kinda mother did you have?
She's up at Valley State, too.
Go ask her.
No shit?
June fucking Cleaver.
Jesus Christ.
Is he is fucking peeing?
God, that's disgusting!
Hey, whoa, whoa.
Here comes another one.
Is that him?
No.
Joey's like way taller.
You better not be jerking us around.
I swear to Christ I'll rip your fucking tits off.
Hey, I heard from like two people that score off him
this is where he comes to get Nickel Deck
after he goes to the methadone clinic.
Like three or four times a week at least.
Jesus Christ, man.
Are you all right?
You're sweating like a god damn whore in church.
I'm fucking pissing razor blades.
I got pills for it somewhere.
10-Lincoln-14 I show 10-19 on your 20,
clearing code 30 Victor, be advised.
Got pills for my fucking piss,
pills for my stomach, pills for my knee.
You hear that shit with the Koreans?
The ones you bet with?
What is it, Wah Ching something?
No that's those Korean Pride assholes.
Talkin' about MS13.
They got those two clubs.
One of em's over on Telegraph.
Half the guys in Central play there.
You know, the one with the security guy
looks like a retarded version of Leon Spinks?
You know, that big fuckin' guy.
My phone's ringing.
Hey, you get outta this car
I'm gonna bounce you into jail today.
Fine but if it's the clinic I'm gonna be fucking pissed.
So the redhead?
The one who works the cage, right?
Then runs whores out back?
Oh, yeah, I've played there a few times.
They got hit last week.
Roomful of zips, bosses from all over the state,
some big fuckin' pow wow.
Sons of Samoa go in there guns blazing,
cleaned the place out.
Jesus.
We're living in some violent fucking times, man.
Hey.
Is this the guy?
I'll fucking tell you when I see him, Jesus.
Korean Pride ain't taking my sheets anymore,
you believe that?
Won't give me a parlay, nothing.
I had one of my CI's go in there,
try to lay something down for me,
they smelled a fucking rat, still wouldn't take it.
So how deep you in?
About up to here.
10-Lincoln-14
I still show you 10-19 on your 20,
clearing code 30 Victor,
- please respond. - Yeah, 20-Lincoln-14, copy.
Jesus.
How deep is up to here?
48,000.
48,000?
Jesus, for how long?
Six months.
Holy shit, man.
They are gonna put paper out on you, man.
They ain't gonna do shit.
I fucking hate this, man.
I hate this.
I'm a fucking babysitter.
God damn, look at me.
I'm a fucking babysitter.
I'm babysitting
a goddamn pussy eating fucking 19-year-old Cyndi Lauper.
So what's that make me?
Hey, I'll take Narc over probation
and parole any day of the fucking week.
You should see some of the pieces of shit
they got me swimming around the same toilet bowl with.
Can we get something to eat?
I'd suck somebody's dick for a fucking sandwich right now.
Broke ass cons fresh outta stir.
I shake the change outta their pockets for what?
A fuckin' grand, maybe two a month?
Narc man, that's where the real money is.
Major case, too.
Do you guys always do this?
What?
Talk about this stuff in front of people?
You're not people sweetheart, you're furniture.
You're fucking scenery.
Fuck you.
You smell like the bathroom floor of a fucking strip club.
Hey, have you ever came across this guy in Narc,
Jimmy Hill?
Hm.
I'm gonna have to bail on you, Vic,
I got a fucking another parolee
I gotta take a couple laps around the fucking bowl with.
Yeah.
No problem.
I'm gonna help Gidget here with her homework.
Oh shit!
What?
That's him!
Fuck.
You back to work yet?
What'd you say?
You know, I used to ride
my first patrol in this neighborhood.
Basic patrol zone.
22nd Street all the way over to Guerrero.
That place right over there across the street
used to be a little dive bar,
I swear we used to have that paddy wagon parked out in front
three nights a week.
You're Jimmy Hill, yeah?
Who's asking?
Knew I'd find you here.
Most cons, first thing they do when they taste freedom,
they track down the trim they were sniffing
before they went inside.
So how was it, Jimmy?
A few laps on the old lady make you feel like a new man?
Jack Burbank.
Bureau of Probation and Field Services.
At least that's what it says on the card, anyway.
I ain't supposed to be in your office til tomorrow, Jack.
So what do you want from me?
Hey, hey, hey.
You gotta relax, Jimmy, you're a free man.
You're all tensed up.
You're still staring down the brothers in C block.
Your jacket.
Thing's thicker than my dick.
You got B&E, assault, armed robbery,
and my personal favorite, 2911-31,
unlawful entry of a safe or vault.
Ironwood, Statesville.
It also says here
that you're getting your parole transferred
down to San Diego County,
parole Sergeant John Hagen, effective in two weeks.
Yeah?
Yeah, what about it?
What's that gonna cost you?
What are you talking about?
Your guy, Hagen.
A thou, maybe two?
He lets you cross the border,
puts you in that log book of his til your probation's up.
Hey man, more power to ya.
But this is a crazy fucking world we live in, Jimmy.
Lot of shit can happen between now and then.
You know, you still owe two years on your last stretch.
Who's to say you don't do something fucking stupid
and get your ass bounced back up to Ironwood
before you even get your god damn bags packed?
So be honest, Jimmy.
When you hear those little tumblers start to click,
clutch driver wheel kicks in,
rotary combination starts spinning.
Still gives you half a chub, right?
I don't know what you heard, Jack,
but I'm rehabilitated.
Self help seminars, pottery class, all that bullshit.
Yeah, yeah.
Save the scared straight bit
for the parole board next time you're in there.
There's three things you can count on in this life, kid.
Sky's blue, sun sets in the west,
and lifers like Jimmy Hill violate their parole.
It ain't an if thing, it's a when thing.
Well, when you get to the part
where I'm supposed to start giving a fuck,
why don't you give me a call, Jack.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Listen.
Whoa.
Who the fuck do you think you are?
You're not a citizen anymore, you're a fucking convict
and a lot of shit can happen to a fucking convict.
Like your P.O. says that you took a shot at him, alright?
Somebody finds a dime bag in your pocket.
A lot of shit.
So the fucking point, Jimmy,
my fucking point
is if you wanna Shawshank it down to fucking Mexico,
you gotta buy your way there.
And so far I ain't seen a fucking dime.
How much?
I'm not a greedy man.
10,000.
10,000?
That oughta do it.
- 10,000. - 10,000 bucks?
10 strong or I violate your fucking parole.
You're a smart kid.
10,000 oughta be a piece of cake.
Hey, Jimmy.
Yeah.
Smile.
Today is the first day of the rest of your life.
I know you're there.
I can hear you breathing.
Sounds like like maybe three hours off your last fix,
gettin' that tremble in your breath.
What do you want, Lloyd?
That any way to talk to me?
Maybe I oughta come over,
talk about ways we can keep a civil tongue in your head.
I'm sorry.
See?
All better.
I heard he's out.
Yeah.
He come see you?
♪ Baby love riding that smack
♪ Won't be long til she's on her back
Don't.
♪ Got no place to run no place to hide
♪ All she wanna do is kick
♪ But she dead inside
Leave me alone.
We're out of yogurt.
You gonna make me say it?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm gonna make you say it.
Fine, call Lloyd if you want to.
Yeah, maybe we should.
He hasn't paid you up in a while.
It's a bitch living in somebody else's pocket, ain't it?
Please.
The magic word.
Jimmy Hill here to see Nesto.
All right, legs.
Pete tells me you did the whole school
of the seven bells thing.
Is that true?
Yeah, back when I was a kid.
God damn.
I never met anybody who actually did that.
I mean I heard about it.
I knew a guy who knew a guy who knew a guy.
Half figured it was, how do you call it,
an urban legend or something like that.
Instructor fits a mannequin with a bell
on all seven places on a body
a pickpocket can make a successful lift.
Once you make all seven lifts without ringing a bell,
you graduate.
God damn natural born criminal.
Get your fucking ass up!
He used to work the book for a guy named Wells.
Wells bought it, now his ass belongs to me.
Said he had a guy left him holding the bag on 11 grand.
Motherfucker hands me a book
with 11 gs missing in it.
Can you believe that shit?
Hey!
Cheer up Carnal.
You still got 23 miles to go.
Looks like the crew's changed.
You graduated from Mexicans to legit muscle.
You been inside a long time.
A lot of shit's changed.
Yeah, or just the view.
Cops?
Pete was.
LAPD.
20 years, retired.
Rampart.
Hollenbeck before that.
You ever heard of a bait dog, Jimmy?
A bait dog?
Yeah.
Let's say a guy was to put two dogs into a ring,
you're looking at 100, 120 people in the crowd.
So before they let a new dog in you toss in a bait dog,
maybe an undersized German Shepard,
see how fast the pit bull tears him apart.
The dog's good enough, he goes into the ring.
Same thing with people, Jimmy.
You gotta make sure they still got a fastball.
Solid steel door, half inch bolt.
Dual re-lock system.
Nothing too fancy.
You got one minute.
I don't audition.
Resume don't mean shit to me.
Rep means even less.
A guy has a skillset, I wanna see it.
You got 45 seconds, Jimmy.
Give me a gun.
It's all right.
Wouldn't keep my valuables in there if I was you.
Electric safes have this pin
that keep the bolt from sliding.
Hit it hard enough, you can make the pin drop
while you slide the bolt.
No counterweight to stop it.
Hayman RB-3 tri-bolt double compartment floor safe.
Inch and 1/4 slide bolts, stainless steel walls.
3/4 inch door collar bolted and welded to the body
on all four sides.
Three inch door, stainless steel flat locking system.
Drill resistive hardplate.
Won't be able to bounce that one open, hey, smart guy?
So what's the play?
You ever heard of a guy named Rubio Rodriguez?
Yeah, acorn projects right?
Wannabe gunslinger.
Him and a bunch of coked up Mexicans
were looking to consolidate with the Filipino Kings
to set up a local distribution
for some Mexicans out of Hermosilla.
They dropped two of my guys on a thing in Richmond.
They took me off for 18 keys.
And never figured that the Surenos and the Filipinos
would keep from killing each other?
As long as Rubio has his 18 keys,
he didn't give a fuck.
He should have, though.
The Surenos whacked him.
Filipinos, too.
Way we hear it he's sitting on our 18 keys
plus maybe another six.
The guy that has it now used to be middle
between Rubio and the Mexicans.
What we hear, it's back in the street.
He keeps it in one of these Haymans.
Sunk it into the foundation,
threaded rebar 10 feet in every direction.
You want the safe, you gotta take the floor with it.
This is where you're gonna go.
And this is who you're gonna find there.
Does he know?
Let me get this straight.
You're looking to put me
between you and the fucking Mexican Mafia?
You see that?
A couple years back
the Mexicans decided to start taxing all the locals
for all the drug sales they made up here.
Anybody who didn't wanna pay ended up getting green lit.
I've been tax free for three years, Jimmy.
Ain't nobody got me yet.
I been shot twice
and I took a six inch blade between my ribs
and I'm still here.
I ain't asking you, Jimmy.
He got people?
Nobody that'll come after you.
You walking out of the joint alive
was us paying you in advance.
We already held up our end.
So if we say this is the way this thing's gonna shake out,
guess what?
You don't like that,
we got a car outside with shovels in the trunk.
Plus maybe we'll find your girlfriend,
see if we can't make us a love connection.
Tomorrow night, Jimmy.
You know why I'm here?
Yeah.
I wanna hear you say it.
Alonzo, right?
He sent you?
Man don't like people going around
pulling dipshit fucking stickups using his hardware.
Where is it?
Under the sink.
That's it?
Yeah.
The Sig and the two .38's.
That's it.
Fuckin' amateur hour.
Jesus!
Yeah?
You still up North?
Yeah, I'm just finishing up.
Got another one just came in if you want it.
There paper on him?
Contract just went out.
12,000.
Who'd he piss off?
They're gonna stay anonymous.
Bullshit.
I ain't doing it like I did in Denver again.
I do my end, then the client pulls some home invasion
or some shit trying to rake up the fees last minute.
No.
These guys are straight.
Full courtesy out West, whole deal.
They don't wanna push a button, they don't gotta ask.
Do you want it?
I'll send you the particulars.
You finish up, get yourself to Koreatown.
They'll get you square.
I'll shoot you the address.
Cool.
Now where was I?
I have a material witness
on an aggravated battery with a handgun
Okay, Joseph Mandell.
Probation and Parole 6227.
So you got him out on 11351 with intent to distribute.
You brought him in?
Got him in interview two, yeah.
Intent to distribute, really?
He was carrying three ounces.
He sets up outta that place four days a week.
He ain't selling Thin Mints.
He one of yours?
He is now.
What the hell are you doing in Narc anyway?
I thought you worked Vice.
Some bullshit.
They got me on partial administrative leave.
Got me rotating divisions hoping I'm putting my papers in.
Had me out on loan last month to auto theft
chasing fucking bait cars in North Beach.
Hey, I need you to sign these.
You cataloged all his property?
What, cell phone, keys,
no wallet, cash, anything?
Hey, I gotta ask.
These assholes get kicked,
they claim half their shit's missing, it's my ass.
I'm the one who's gotta voucher all this stuff.
Anyway, I know you got debts.
Yeah, turns out being an alcoholic's expensive.
No money, no wallet, okay?
Jesus, Vic, don't get all pissy.
They say I gotta ask, so I ask.
Okay.
Schedule two narcotics.
Three ounces.
Paraphernalia.
Needles.
That's felony possession sittin' right there on the table.
State of California that's three years.
Plus you still owe two up in Susanville,
that's gonna bump you up to at least five,
plus whatever they tack on for the intent.
Three ounces?
Come on, man.
Five years?
I can't do five years.
And what's this intent shit?
The only intent I had was to smoke that shit
and watch Game of Thrones.
The people that make the laws in this state
don't like piece of shit methadone clinic dropouts
selling this crap to their kids, Joey.
What can I say?
I can't go back up to Susanville, man.
Please, come on, we gotta work something out!
Outta my hands, Joey.
Look.
I got a van full of merch up in the Castro.
I got iPads, I got plasma TV's,
I got food processors and shit, anything you want.
Possession of stolen property,
that'll get you another year.
What?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I meant I know a guy with a van full of merch,
I didn't mean me.
Why are you writing?
Stop writing.
- Fraud. - Come on.
- Why are you still writing? - Wire fraud.
- Three counts robbery. - Isn't there some kinda
legal whatever
- about me incriminating - Possession
- myself? - Of stolen property.
Forgery.
Petty theft.
That one's my favorite.
No, no.
That was a misunderstanding.
Stealing jewelry off a corpse at a funeral?
I found that shit.
Are you shittin' me, Joey?
I found that shit!
It was at a taco place
- in El Cerrito. - You are officially...
- It was Los Tacos or... - at the bottom rung.
Or Los Tacos.
Los Tacos.
It was in a bag by the dumpster.
Parole Supervisor Fowler.
She is here to take you back to Central.
She will get you processed.
You'll be in front of a judge by six.
He'll violate your parole,
you'll be back in Susanville in time for American Idol.
Look at that face.
They are gonna love him upstate.
You're gonna be more popular
than Salisbury steak Wednesdays.
You're gonna be pulling so many trains
they're gonna be calling you
the little engine that could.
Fuck sake, Joey, we caught you walking around
with three ounces in your pocket!
We walk up, you fucking offered to sell it to us.
We got you, man.
You are caught.
How about seafood?
- I think I can. - Seafood.
- I think I can. - Seafood, seriously.
- Everyone loves seafood. - I think I can.
I think I can.
Okay, I can get you lobster.
I can get you some big ass Dungeness crabs and shit.
How old are you, Joey?
I'm 19.
I'm 18.
19, 19.
A little advice, kid.
Get a day job.
Crime, it ain't your thing.
Look.
If I got something,
like for real something, like legit intel,
you think you can get
- me to walk? - Intel?
Jesus Christ, Joey, turn off the fucking TV.
I'm serious.
Like for real shit, okay?
You think you could get me a walk on the drugs?
Depends on what you got.
Okay.
Okay, so, there's this guy right?
Oh, get him outta here.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Draymond, Draymond, Draymond!
Stevens!
Draymond Stevens.
He used to chop cars with his crew back in the day
who was in tight with this,
his name was Nesto, Nesto...
Diaz?
Nesto Diaz.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
You heard of him?
Yeah.
As indicated by my saying his last name, dipshit.
Keep going.
Right, sorry, anyway.
I seen Draymond, it must have been
like three hours before you guys picked me up
and he's going on and on about how he's looking for work
and he might have something soon
off Nesto using this guy Jimmy Hill
to get into a safe or something.
Right?
Like it's a bunch of money or
- dope or something. - Whoa, wait a minute.
Back up, back up.
Who's that, what's that name again?
Who?
The guy.
The one that Nesto's using.
Jimmy Hill?
Yeah, I think that's it.
Take a walk.
Are you sure about this?
You're not jerking me around?
Swear, yeah.
Come on.
We're going for a ride.
Oh, Jesus,
you're not gonna do anything weird to me are you?
Oh, shut the fuck up.
What are you doing?
Shut the fuck up.
What are you doing?
Nah, man, I'm not into.
- I'm not into it! - Wait in here!
What are you doing?
- No! - Get over here!
No!
What's this?
Yeah you're right,
why don't I just let you sit here while I'm gone.
I'll leave the window down.
Want me to leave you the keys
so you can listen to the radio?
Just sit there and be quiet til I get back.
Hey, come on, man!
I gotta take a piss!
I like that song.
Kinda funereal.
Kinda makes you think.
Put the phone down.
Put your hands up.
Take two steps from the counter.
Come out where I can see you.
Open your coat.
Both sides.
Then turn around.
Toss it over there.
Nice and easy.
Lift your pants legs up.
Come over and sit down.
Go on.
Ain't like me to stop a man from having a drink.
You left those boys over in Koreatown
hanging for 55 grand for half a year.
They don't give a shit about you being a cop.
They put paper out on you.
Who are you?
List of shit you should be concerned about right now,
that's at the bottom.
I'm a cop.
I told you, they don't give a shit.
I can help you.
I look like I need help?
That's not what I mean.
Can't trust cops.
Guys who do what I do,
you know where the fuck I stand.
There's integrity to that.
Cops man.
You guys operate on a sliding scale.
I can't predict that i.e. I can't trust it.
You can't just kill a cop.
That's a world of shit, pal.
Maybe you ain't thought of that.
We're talking consequences now?
Maybe.
You guys.
You think you're so bullet proof.
There's cops and then everybody else, right?
Nobody can touch you.
Motherfucker, you are looking consequences
right in the eyes.
Go on.
Finish your drink.
Then I get to go to work.
What the fuck?
Hey, yeah, yeah.
Is this Jack Burbank?
Yeah, yeah.
This is the guy you arrested today.
The shop in the Mission, remember?
Yeah, look, it doesn't matter how I got it, okay?
I got information for you.
Yeah.
Yeah and I wanna get paid for it.
Hey, Don, it's Jimmy Hill.
Hey, Jimmy.
You sound like a free man, amigo,
I don't hear none of those hacks
breathing on the other end of the line.
When did you get out?
Yesterday.
Hey, so what's the plan,
you gonna make it down here or what?
Got a sweet little deal down here.
200 bucks a spin, a little something for you on the side.
It's decent money.
Yeah, I'm leaving in the morning.
Just got a couple of things I gotta take care of.
Plus my P.O.'s lookin' to put the bite on me.
Jesus.
Hey, listen Don, I gotta go.
I'll see you when I get down there, all right?
Yeah, man, cool.
See ya when I see ya.
All right.
Hey.
Get your things ready.
We're leaving in the morning.
Yeah.
Goodbye.
This is the place, right?
You're sure of it?
Yeah.
This is it.
See?
Mission Liquors.
19th and Sanchez.
How the fuck do you get 19th and Sanchez?
Who the fuck wrote this?
My cousin.
The one up from Lynwood, you know.
Said he's been keeping an eye on this place
for like two weeks.
There's like two other Mission Liquors around here.
I just wanna be sure.
Nah, man, this is the one.
See they got that check cashing sign out front.
Thursday's when most places around here
handing out paychecks.
My cousin says they get like 100 people a day
looking to come and cash out.
Figure they gotta have a lot of cash on hand
to cover everybody.
Yeah, well if it's so fucking great
why ain't he the one sitting here?
He's trying to find Jesus.
Says there's not enough room in his heart
for Jesus and a liquor store holdup.
Hey.
Did you see the under card fight
at the Cow Palace last night?
Fucking Klay Comden.
No shit.
Must've put on like 70 pounds.
And just stands there,
lets some wannabe light heavyweight
try to chop his ass down for 10 rounds,
collects his check, and goes on home.
I had him after the Ruiz fight.
Like 2010 I think?
Remember that crazy little spick?
Tried to work everybody inside, never kept his gloves up?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Third round I caught him with a right.
His fuckin' left eye rolled straight up
into the back of his head.
Fuck.
Other one stayed staring right at me.
Never seen anything like it.
Still had a minute 20 left in the round,
he couldn't see my right.
I practically mashed that eye into ground up meat.
Fuck.
Couldn't use it no more.
Jack Burbank.
What's up?
Yo, Lloyd.
Hey, listen, you're never gonna guess
whose jacket I just got assigned to me.
No, no, I'll give you a hint.
Last time you saw him
you wanted to put a bullet in his fucking head.
Andre Starks?
No.
Ricky Parsons?
No.
Oh wait I know, must be that little
Oakdale Mob motherfucker,
Rodney Jefferson.
No.
Jesus Christ Lloyd, how the fuck many people have you tried
to kill lately?
No, man, I'm talking about Jimmy Hill.
No shit.
Yeah, just got kicked.
I want to make sure you stay away from him.
Then what the hell did you call and tell me he's out for?
God damn, Jack, you just can't dangle a steak
in front of a man and tell him he can't have a bite.
Because I'm running the drag on him
and I didn't want you to hear it on the street
and wind up fucking up my play.
You got a problem with that, your ass will be back in Chino
watching the Muslims and the Aryans shoot hoops in the yard
so fast it'll make your fucking head spin.
You hearing me, Lloyd?
Or did all those shots you take to the head over the years
make you deaf and stupid?
Yeah, I hear you.
Good.
When I'm done with him he's all yours.
Til then you stay the fuck away.
Yeah, Jack.
Whatever you say.
You okay?
Yeah.
Yeah, lets do this.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What the fuck are you doing?
What?
You're gonna pull a fucking robbery
wearing a jersey with your name on the back?
- Aw, fuck, my bad. - Take that shit off!
Good?
♪ Roseanne Marie
♪ Come carry me
♪ So very far
♪ Roseanne Marie
♪ Come bury me
♪ In your heart
♪ I never been to Boston
♪ I never been anywhere
♪ Never been to Boston
♪ And I'm all right with that
♪ Roseanne Marie
♪ Please share with me
♪ Your fading star
♪ Roseanne Marie
♪ Please marry me
♪ Play the part
♪ I can't be held responsible
♪ For the rise and fall
♪ I can't wait to get you up
Lloyd.
Where is he, Louly?
You gonna invite me in?
Fine, I'll invite myself in.
Called you yesterday.
Heard nothin' back.
Today neither.
I had to work.
Funny, I went there.
Said they hadn't seen you.
Musta been mistaken, I guess.
♪ I can't be held responsible
I once had this trainer told me
that a man chooses to get punched in the face for a living,
it's because someplace deep down inside
he feels he deserves it.
You ever get hit like that, Louly?
So hard it's like getting struck by lightning?
Bam!
Couple seconds there you don't know which way's up.
You're wasting your time, Lloyd.
Somebody's been eating my porridge.
Somebody's been sleeping in my bed, too?
It's not your bed.
You got that down cold, don't you?
That I'm cool as shit vibe.
I bet if I checked your pulse right now
that little heart of yours
would be doing back flips, wouldn't it?
Worst part isn't it?
The wondering.
What's he gonna do?
What's he gonna make me do?
All kinds of shit
racing through that pretty little brain, ain't it?
What do you want?
Me and Jimmy got unfinished business.
That jewelry store.
My 28 grand.
He got arrested.
There wasn't any money.
Ain't my problem.
Job was 100.
My end was 28.
Does he know?
I asked you a question.
I seen that look in your eye as soon as I came in.
Knew it the second I saw it.
Hope.
It doesn't exist.
It's a figment of your imagination.
Your ass belongs to me, you got that?
You know what you know cause I say so.
I tell you the sky's green, the sky's green.
I say take off those panties and get into bed.
Guess what?
You still think he's gonna want you when he finds out?
Fuck you!
I don't know where he is, okay?
He wouldn't tell me.
Well.
Guess that's it then.
Suppose I should probably leave.
Hey.
She's holding out on us.
Beat it out of her, fuck it out of her, I don't give a shit.
Just find out what she knows.
You got it, man.
♪ I can't be held responsible
You Louly Stock?
What do you want?
You okay?
Jesus!
There we go.
Lloyd Raines was up here before, yeah?
He say what he wanted?
He wanted to know where Jimmy is.
He say why?
No.
What's going on?
Why are you even...
My name's Jack Burbank, I'm SFPD.
Probation and parole.
Burbank.
You're Jimmy's P.O.
Where the fuck is he, Louly?
He could be in a lot of trouble.
What do you care?
It's my job.
Oh, it's your job?
Does that include shaking him down for $10,000?
What, you wanna make your way down to Mexico,
you've gotta buy your way down,
isn't that what you told him?
All you assholes are the same.
Where the fuck is he?
Fuck you!
Does Jimmy know about Lloyd?
I don't know what you're talking about.
For Christ's sake.
Lloyd's Lloyd, you're what you are,
let's just cut the shit.
What, do you think it was up to me?
Jimmy went inside and then Lloyd said that I was his.
What the fuck was I supposed to do?
There was panic in Central City today
after a gun battle erupted onto busy streets.
He keeps you in junk.
Maybe he comes over, takes a little piece whenever he wants.
Maybe he loans you out for once in a while, right?
Has the fucking word no ever occurred to you?
What the fuck world do you live in
where you actually have a choice?
What do you think's gonna happen to Jimmy
when Lloyd finds him?
You think it's gonna be the same like it was before
and that's it?
Where the fuck is he?
Maybe I can get this asshole's cuffs off
and then let him do what he came here to do.
- Fuck you! - Tell me where he is.
- Where the fuck is he? - Fuck you!
- Where is he? - Fuck you.
You're not gonna tell me where he is?
Get out!
- Call a cop. - Get the fuck out!
Call a fucking cop.
Call it.
Yahtzee.
Give me that.
Yahtzee.
Fuck off me.
Okay, asshole.
Come on, get up.
Let's go.
Wakey, wakey.
I'm gonna cut you loose.
You're not gonna do anything stupid, are you?
Come on.
That's it.
Good?
Yeah.
Good boy.
Does anybody know if the bus comes around here?
Jesus!
Wayne.
Give me a fucking heart attack for Christ's sake.
What the hell are you doing here?
Why don't you sit down?
Sit down, Wayne.
Legs apart, hands on your knees.
I said hands on your knees, Wayne.
I like your collection.
I used to make models as a kid.
I always liked the attention to detail, you know?
The ones that you'd have to soak in water first,
I like those.
Yeah.
Yeah, I've been collecting them since I was a kid.
Are you carrying?
No.
That's good.
I don't understand.
Was there a problem?
I haven't heard anything from Nesto.
I was the job.
I came up to Ironwood to see you
and Nesto had me brokering my own hit.
Turned out that way, yeah.
I didn't know he knew the Rubio thing.
I didn't know he knew I'd middled for him.
Apparently you should have.
I saw my shot, I took it.
Anybody would have.
You, Nesto.
I ain't making no apologies.
I ain't asking for one, Wayne.
You know why I'm here.
Yeah.
You can make it easier.
You said you didn't push buttons on people anymore.
That's what you said.
Yeah, well, things change, Wayne.
I should've known.
I ain't giving you the numbers.
Yeah, you are.
Tough shit.
That ain't how this is gonna go down, Wayne, alright?
- I ain't giving you shit. - Yeah, you are.
You're gonna give me those fucking numbers.
You're not getting shit from me.
Give me them fucking numbers, Wayne.
No.
Now you're either gonna give me them numbers
or I'm gonna put a fucking bullet through your heart.
You do what you gotta do.
You think I'm fucking around here, Wayne?
Lose the weight, kid.
Put it down in front of you nice and fucking slow, man.
Now put your fucking hands flat on the desk.
God damn, Jimmy,
this shit just gets more entertaining by the minute.
Who's this piece of shit?
Sills. Wayne Si...
Nice to meet ya.
You gotta know when to cut bait sometimes, Jimmy.
Guy wasn't gonna give you shit.
You gotta roll up your sleeves sometimes
and do things yourself.
A little old fashioned elbow grease.
All right, Jimmy.
Let's put a round in him.
Come on, get your hand up here.
Take the gun.
Come on.
That a boy.
Looks good.
Do it.
That's it.
That a boy.
Nice.
All right, get up.
You know what, I got good news and I got bad news
for you, Jimmy.
Good news is I'm not gonna squeeze you for the 10,000.
Bad news is you're going inside
and I'm gonna take what's in the safe.
Open it.
It ain't that easy, I've never...
Get the fuck down there and open it.
I gotta get a feel for it and the...
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'm a patient man, Jimmy.
Come on.
You got three minutes.
Go.
Come on, you're supposed to have these magical fingers.
Come on.
Let's see what they got.
Two minute 30 seconds.
Feel like I should be humming
the theme song to Jeopardy or something.
I need something to write with, come on.
Here you go.
Minute 45.
Come on, Jimmy.
Nice girl you got there, by the way.
Louly.
Kinda girl makes you think
about setting down some roots, huh?
I mean the whole junkie-whore thing aside.
Minute 10, come on.
Focus, asshole.
Come on man, I thought you were supposed to be good at this.
Let's go.
Fucking come on.
Come on!
45 seconds, Jimmy.
Don't fucking test me, all right?
15 seconds.
10.
Five fucking, come on!
Come on, man, fucking do it.
Hey, got it, got it, got it!
Stand the fuck back.
Holy shit.
Yahtzee.
Fill this up.
Let's go, come on.
Fuck, let's go, come on.
Long time, Jimmy.
Jack.
Easy, Lloyd.
Thing's liable to go off for Christ's sake.
Kinda the idea, ain't it?
Go home, Lloyd.
Can't do that, Jack.
Then you're under arrest then.
Funny, I don't feel under arrest.
I'm taking the bag.
Jimmy too, he's coming with me.
I'm through eating your leftovers.
Well, Lloyd, shit.
You got things figured out, don't you?
You look good, Jimmy.
Most guys can't handle the stretch.
A guy can't handle the stretch,
he should be out selling shoes, right?
You queered my play.
Four years back, the jewelry store.
You were gonna execute the guard.
My point exactly!
You don't get in a man's way.
He's gotta do what he's gotta do.
There's an ethics involved.
Oh, come on, Lloyd.
Four years is one thing.
Murder rap's something else.
You know that.
Jimmy Hill.
He's got the talent, but not the stomach.
Owed you that from four years ago.
This one?
Just me being a prick.
Fuck!
She tell you about me?
What the fuck you talking about, Lloyd?
Yeah.
Figured she might got a little lonely when you got sent up.
Tried my best to step in.
Sweet ain't she?
Best kinda junkie, too.
You front her some shit, she'll do whatever you want.
Never ceases to amaze me.
One minute you're here, next minute you ain't.
You done?
Yeah.
Do the math, homie.
Little something for the effort.
Nesto says you're ever back in town looking for some work,
come see him.
I'll see ya later, Lloyd.
♪ Look around
♪ Watch the sky roll in
♪ I'm all alone
♪ We're gettin' stoned
♪ And put a record on
Is it over, Jimmy?
Yeah, it's over.
Jesus Jimmy, don't get all after school special on me.
I'll fucking try, all right?
He's dead.
Lloyd.
Who?
Take this.
What's this?
It's 5,000 bucks.
Our future.
It's got blood all over it.
Yeah, it'll wash off.
See?
Good as new.
Do I wanna know where you got this?
Probably not.
Promise me, Jimmy.
Promise you what?
I don't know.
Just promise me, okay?
I promise.
♪ Your heart will bleed
♪ If I want it to
♪ These magnets will see
♪ You come home
♪ My love will bring you down
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♪ Your back will bend
♪ More than it's ever bent
♪ The time it will take
♪ To keep you whole
♪ My love will bring you down
♪ Please let me be
♪ Why can't you see
♪ See through me
♪ And I never get to spare
♪ The one who was so scared