Break Night Page #5

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half inch bolt.

Dual re-lock system.

Nothing too fancy.

You got one minute.

I don't audition.

Resume don't mean sh*t 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.

[thudding]

[door creaking]

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 f***.

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

f***ing 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.

[thudding]

Tomorrow night, Jimmy.

[upbeat music]

[Gates] You know why I'm here?

[Man] Yeah.

I wanna hear you say it.

[Man] Alonzo, right?

He sent you?

Man don't like

people going around

pulling dipshit f***ing

stickups using his hardware.

Where is it?

[Man] Under the sink.

That's it?

[Man] Yeah.

The Sig and the two .38's.

That's it.

F***in' amateur hour.

Jesus!

[phone ringing]

Yeah?

[Man] You still up North?

Yeah, I'm just finishing up.

[Man] Got another one

just came in if you want it.

There paper on him?

[Man] Contract just went out.

12,000.

Who'd he piss off?

[Man] 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 sh*t trying to rake

up the fees last minute.

[Man] 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?

[Dispatcher] I have

a material witness

on an aggravated battery with

a handgun [muffled speaking]

[Kate] 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.

[Kate] 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?

[Kate] 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 f***ing bait

cars in North Beach.

Hey, I need you to sign these.

[Kate] You cataloged

all his property?

What, cell phone, keys,

no wallet, cash, anything?

Hey, I gotta ask.

These a**holes get kicked,

they claim half their

sh*t'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?

[Kate] Jesus, Vic,

don't get all pissy.

[voices speaking on dispatch]

They say I gotta ask, so I ask.

[voices speaking on dispatch]

Okay.

[upbeat music]

[drumming]

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 sh*t?

The only intent I had

was to smoke that sh*t

and watch Game of Thrones.

The people that make

the laws in this state

don't like piece of sh*t

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

sh*t, 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 sh*t.

Are you shittin' me, Joey?

I found that sh*t!

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

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