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That's what got boosted.

That's real money.

You guys found a body. Whose?

- Kim's bagman.

- Your shooters are Korean.

Well, that's what we thought.

Till we interviewed the wit.

- He can't ID them. They had ski masks.

- He can ID race.

It was a salt-and-pepper team.

A safe-cracking spook,

and a blood-thirsty,

blue-eyed peckerwood.

Now, who does that sound like? Huh?

How about Orchard and Sidwell?

It's always Orchard and Sidwell with you.

What is that?

You are not going to dump

my two best informants.

Jack, your pets, your science projects,

whatever the f*** they are.

The evil little shits did this and I think

it is time we put these slick twists down.

Your job is not to think.

It is to follow orders. To execute plans.

To be a good soldier.

And you are a good soldier.

You're a goddamn great soldier,

because you leave the planning

and the fixing to me.

- Are you listening to me?

- Yeah, I'm listening, Jack.

Now, listen to my philosophy.

It's very simple.

I am a performer of unpleasant tasks.

So that the majority of people

are free to perform pleasant ones.

The last thing I care about

is what you f***ing think.

- I got it, Jack.

- Good. Open your f***ing ears.

Orchard and Sidwell were in San Diego,

working for me.

Now, you and Bobby are going to do

whatever it takes

to clear the Jack O' Hearts.

Find some bad guys that profile

and get a search warrant!

- Are you listening?

- I'm listening, Jack.

You better be listening, Eldon.

I don't need you making sh*t up as you go!

Take the warrant

and serve it with Rico's platoon.

Do what you do!

- Okay? Okay?

- Okay.

Where are you going?

Okay.

Okay. It's gonna be a beautiful thing.

You pull this off

and you'll be sitting on water skis,

sucking fumes from my new boat

with a couple of kegs

and a couple of hookers on Lake Havasu.

Now, stick this in Holland's mailbox

and get your asses back on the street.

Forget finding the real guys?

Did I hear that right?

Hey, Perry, you guys get anywhere

with that Jack O' Hearts case?

Yeah, as a matter of fact, I think we

just had a breakthrough right now.

How you guys doing?

Well, I just got handed

a drive-by murder-suicide.

A twelve-year-old wasted

an ice-cream truck driver over a Popsicle.

In other words, just another normal day.

- Hey, good luck nailing those bastards.

- Yeah, keep us posted.

Sit down, Bobby.

We are going to find a couple of a**holes

and bury them in the Jack O' Hearts.

Listen, we cannot pin four murders

on patsies, Eldon. No f***ing way.

The real shooters, they need to be taken

off the streets and you know it.

Absolutely, 100 percent

agree with you, Bobby.

They are vermin

and should be exterminated.

But you got crime and you got criminals.

And if you're meticulous,

maybe somehow you make a match.

Whatever. We're in

the getting-sh*t-done business.

What do you talking about?

You know who did it. Come on!

Come on!

How can Jack get us involved

in this type of sh*t?

- What the hell is he thinking?

- What?

- I said what the hell is he thinking?

- How f***ing dare you, man?

Who the f*** are you

to question Jack Van Meter?

You don't question his orders. You follow!

I ought to kick your ass, man.

You know jack, Bobby!

You were tested and failed!

That's my daddy's gun. You see those?

Eleven men! He and Jack were partners.

And the only goddamn reason

this city is here

is because they made it possible.

They built it with bullets!

Hunted down evil f***ing parasites

that would have committed

thousands of crimes,

would have ruined hundreds of lives.

They protected the good people, Bobby,

so that they could grow,

and not the cancer!

So who the f*** are you

to question anybody?

Eldon, please. Take it easy.

Come on. Take it easy.

- I'm with you, okay?

- Good.

Me and you, we're gonna do this.

Okay?

How we gonna get a search warrant?

Sergeant Perry, I'm from the paper.

You got a minute?

No.

I heard SIS is attached

to the Jack O' Hearts killings.

That's a little overkill, don't you think?

Is there some political motivation here?

You care to comment?

Look, I know you have said

that you've been misquoted in the past.

That's why I brought a tape recorder.

You give me a quote and I'll run it

exactly as you say it, word for word.

Question is this.

Why has an elite force like SIS

been asked to solve a routine multiple

robbery homicide in South Central,

unless there's something going on

that we don't know about?

Quote. Get your f***ing head

out of my ass,

and stop writing

that cocksucking criminals are victims

instead of the pigs they are,

and let motherfucking cops do

what motherfucking cops do.

End quote. Print that.

Hey, Deena.

Hi, Sergeant.

- Hi, how you doing? I'm Detective Keough.

- Hi, good to meet you.

So, what brings SIS to my office?

The quadruple on Jefferson and

a linked mayhem homicide in Korea Town.

- Dead dispatcher, that whole mess.

- I know. Is that yours?

Well, we're helping out South Bureau.

You know Peltz and Sapin, don't you?

Sure, the bourbon brothers.

Yeah. Good homicide guys.

Yeah, we're taking point on this one

'cause they're

a little overloaded right now,

and we found the gentlemen that did it.

We're going to need a search warrant.

Well, you better have more than you had

on that Hollywood Hills double.

I got hell from the judge on that one.

You could finish the story, Deena.

His Honor signed and I nailed the bastard.

You got lucky.

Let me see what you've got.

It is a little thin. I know.

But Deena, these are some bad hombres.

Look at this.

This guy sodomized

an 80-year-old woman for two days. Okay?

This one raped a little girl in front

of her family during a home invasion.

Come on, read the file.

Calling this circumstantial

would be a compliment.

I can't issue on this. No judge in his

right mind is going to sign it.

We're not going to trial, for Christ's sake.

It's a search warrant.

- Hey, there's probable cause here.

- Don't bullshit me. I can't process this.

Yeah, you can process it, Deena.

And you will.

And by tomorrow morning,

those two young bucks

will be dressed out and strapped across

the hood of my Chevy.

So says the playbook, Deena. So do it.

Be a team player.

Jesus Christ, man, you got Alzheimer's?

You know the deal.

You want to change it?

Give me your phone.

- Do you have any shame?

- Well, I try not to.

Fine, I'll issue the search warrant

but no judge is going to sign it.

The judge is my problem.

We'll wait, Deena.

Fine.

I'm lost. What just happened?

- All right, Deena went to USC, right?

- Yeah.

Good sorority, dean's list,

the whole thing. She's a sharp gal.

But like a lot of young girls

who are away from home

for the first time, she experimented.

And she got into team sports.

I mean, the whole football team, man.

"Fight on for old SC!" I guess it was

a hell of a videotape. I never saw it.

Anyway, she ended up marrying some CEO

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