Shot Caller Page #2

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Or I'll bust your ass right back inside.

Don't think I won't.

Look, I will, I will.

I'll rise above it.

So, how's ed doing?

I don't know if

it's hit him yet.

Yeah, well, he saved that girl.

That's gotta feel pretty good.

Still, three of the best?

Sorry for keeping

you waiting, Manny.

No worries, bro.

So, how you feeling, man?

I'm good. You?

For the record, everyone I know,

they high-fived after you put

that Jester down. Especially

after that f***er shot you.

You ready to catch

some cockroaches?

Yeah. Bring it.

According to our ci, the beast

is doing an arms deal with this

Southern Mexican in

the next 48 hours.

He's ordered this guy, Jacob

harlon, goes by the street name

of money, to handle things.

Harlon hit the

streets yesterday.

This harlon validated?

No, but our ci says

he's a sleeper.

The beast?

That dude's been running Cali

for the last 15 years...

All from the f***ing hole, too.

You okay, ed?

I'm good. Keep going.

Come on, go.

I got work to do.

All right.

Any specifics on the deal?

Yeah.

A thousand full-auto

ak-47s and at least

500 glocks smuggled from Afghanistan

none registered in the U.S.

You alert atf?

And let them take our collar?

Hell no.

We're controlling

this one, brother.

I love it.

So, what's the plan?

Harlon faces strike three.

We nail that f***er,

get him to flip

on the beast. Simple.

Whole power structure

comes tumbling down.

All right. I'll start pounding the streets

on the eses, see if anyone's talking.

I'll set up on harlon.

Meet with him later today.

Let's rock, fellas.

Face directly ahead, please.

So, what's next?

The arraignment, right?

Yes. And I know

the prosecutor assigned to

your case. This guy's

a hard-charger, Jacob.

He only cares about his stats,

especially on dui manslaughter

cases. He's going for the

maximum sentencing guidelines,

four years plus an additional

three for great bodily injury

enhancement since the other

driver broke his legs.

We're talking about

seven years here, man.

Seven years.

Can we fight it?

Yeah. I mean,

we can go to trial, but...

I gotta be honest, man, the

evidence is pretty overwhelming.

It didn't help the intersection

had a traffic camera, either.

My advice is, you let me go to the

prosecutor now, get him to make a deal.

Because if we go to trial, he

will stick to the maximums.

That's what they do. That's how it works.

What kind of deal?

Look, you agree to

a no-contest plea...

I think I can get him

to two years on count one,

reduce the great

bodily injury enhancement...

To what's called

a dui with injury.

Now, that drops the additional

three years to eight months.

It means...

Realistically you'd only

have to do 16 months.

Yeah, 16 months. Ehm...

It's your call, pal.

Hey.

Hi.

Okay, so they accepted

the house as collateral.

So I can bail you out,

get you outta there. Okay?

What? Did something happen?

What?

I know this is gonna

be hard to take...

But Steve got them

to accept a deal.

If I plead no-contest,

they'll agree to two years...

- No!

- Eight months.

No, we're fighting this.

If we do, I'm

facing seven years.

If we win this, you face none.

Kate...

What?

Honey, I blew a point .10.

I ran the red.

I killed tom.

It was an accident.

It was an accident. I know.

I don't care what Steve says.

People don't go

away for accidents!

Jennifer and Tina will

never see tom again.

I'm responsible.

Sixteen months,

it's nothing compared to

what they're going through.

No!

Programmed my number into both.

Erase it from this

one so it's clean.

Where are we heading?

East L.A.

Lola's flowers on Beverly.

Any word about last night?

I haven't heard anything yet.

And the girl?

She'll be okay. Luckily,

the round went through clean.

She solid?

Definitely.

Janie won't say sh*t.

Put the word out,

anybody ID's me at that party,

they're green-lit.

Roger that.

Can I help you?

I'm looking for Herman Gomez.

Orale.

It's been a long time, man.

It sure has.

Here you go, baby. We're

gonna be in the back, okay?

Call me if you need me.

I hate those pinches

coolers, man.

F***ing hate them.

In and out all

day from the cold.

Makes my bones hurt.

Have a seat.

You have a beautiful family.

Thank you, homes.

Appreciate it.

What about you?

You got a lady, got kids?

Used to.

The world went on without us?

Feel for you, homes.

I do.

Spent 17 years total inside.

What a f***ing waste.

You know why I asked the

beast for you to handle this?

You asked for me?

Simn.

To me, a man is only

defined by his actions.

Appreciate it.

I'm the one who's

gotta be grateful.

Youngster out there, he's

the one with the guns? No.

Your friends set the location?

Midnight.

Pretty close to the salton sea.

We're gonna get exact

coordinates one hour before.

We both need this to go smooth.

It will.

Can't wait for

this cheese steak.

Used to come here a lot?

It's a short walk

from my office.

Sorry, but I just can't

picture you in a suit.

All Gordon gekko and sh*t.

You were probably

what, 12 back then?

About that.

Where you from?

Small farm town, Pennsylvania.

Boring as hell.

So, you know, when

i came back...

I decided to come out here

and check out the beach.

How did you come

across the guns?

Sheer luck.

Dod was shipping plane-loads

of them to arm the

Afghan security forces

but thousands went missing.

Anyway, one night, my

unit hit a Taliban house.

I was clearing a back

room, found a trap door...

Boom.

Whole cache of aks and glocks were

down in a hidden tunnel. All of them?

Yeah.

They just piled them in there.

So I sealed it up,

didn't tell my C.O.

F***ing muj's, they'd just

used them against us anyway.

So I found these contractor

dudes who agreed to load them

in a container heading

back to the states.

Cost me a hundred of the

aks... wait, wait.

You're telling me

there's just 900 now.

No.

There was 11 hundred to start.

I figured a hundred was pretty

cheap to get them home but

then again we're talking about

Soviet factory full-autos,

not that cheap-ass Chinese

knock-off bullshit.

He said he needed

to see you, money.

F***ing knucklehead skins

from the party, man.

I said to them, i

said, lay the f*** low.

They didn't listen to me, okay?

They've been butting heads with these

f***ing crippers from the beach.

Those toads, they knew that house. So

you're telling me it was a drive-by.

I'm just telling you

what I told them...

it sure didn't feel random,

that gun aimed at my face.

Hey, look, it's on me.

This is f***ing on me.

But I'm gonna f***ing hit them. I'm

gonna check their f***ing asses, I'm

gonna find out who took those shots

and I'm gonna f***ing hit them.

Not until the deal's done.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. No, I'm on it.

Man, I know you

like the f***ing kid.

I like the kid, too, man.

I mean, gi Joe over there

in f***ing Afghanistan.

But that's not

where we are, is it?

You know who I am.

You know what I'm about.

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