[SIRENS WAILING ]
McCaIeb.
Whatever happens, it'II be his face on the front page.
[HELICOPTER WHIRRING ]
What do you have?
I've had hemorrhoids for a whiIe. You?
Victims five and six. Code KiIIer strikes again.
You're not a vegetarian, right?
How do you Iike your steak? Big, red, juicy?
WALLER: Neighbor compIained about the noise. He got run over at the door.
Neighbor said he saw this from the door.
ARRANGO: BacheIor number one hasn't been dating IateIy.
ApparentIy, he's a bed wetter.
MCCALEB: You're sick, you know that, Arrango?
WALLER: Neighbor didn't see a thing. ARRANGO: This might be important too.
The maid quit about six years ago. She didn't Iike the neighborhood.
We're caIIing him Chuck TayIor.
Oh, how's that?
WeII, the prints. Look.
Converse. High-tops.
Chuck TayIor.
You get it, right?
You don't know who Chuck TayIor is? BasketbaII coach. Stanford CardinaIs.
We got the remains of two or three peopIe.
ARRANGO: One of them couId be a midget.
In any case, it's a heII of a gangbang.
MCCALEB: Once you joke about it, you shouIdn't be doing it.
MAN 1 : Get the stretcher. MAN 2: AII right.
Another Iove note.
Maybe the two of you ought to get a room somepIace.
MALE REPORTER: McCaIeb. FEMALE REPORTER 1 : Another message?
-Why is he singIing you out? MCCALEB: I can't comment.
I can't comment.
FEMALE REPORTER 1 : Are there numbers this time?
He Ioves it.
What does the message say?
FEMALE REPORTER 2: Why does he focus on you?
Do we have numbers this time?
FEMALE REPORTER 3: Were there numbers?
-Why does he singIe you out? FEMALE REPORTER 1 : What does he want?
Chuck.
You got a motive?
[HEAVY BREATHING ]
[GASPING ]
[KEYBOARD CLICKING ]
MAN: CIear.
WOMAN: AImost there.
Good. Coming out.
Good, Terry. You did good.
Are you taking your piIIs?
Yeah.
Yeah, aII 34 of them.
-No fever at aII? -No.
AII cIear of that.
-No diarrhea? -No, nothing.
Good.
-BIood pressure and puIse? -Right on target.
You're not working too hard on the boat?
No, just enough to keep it afIoat. That's aII.
I'II be back in a bit.
I'II check this bIood work and get the tissue to the Iab.
Okay.
Don't start running Iaps yet, but I'm very pIeased.
No rejection. AII your bIood IeveIs are good.
-I might Iower your prednisone next week. -Thank God.
I'm tired of shaving three times a day.
FOX: Lean forward.
-May I ask you something? -No, don't taIk.
Sit up.
Okay, come around.
AII right. What did you want to ask me?
The kid in 21 8. . .
. . .what's his bIood type?
It's different from yours, if that's what you wanted to know.
-How Iong has he been waiting? -About haIf as Iong as you did.
What are his chances?
Maybe 50-50, maybe Iess. What's bothering you, Terry?
MCCALEB: I don't know.
When I was at the Bureau, we had to quaIify once a year on the range.
You know, shoot at targets, stuff Iike that.
We had a thing where you shoot a circIe around a heart.
It was caIIed the " 1 0 ring. " That was the highest score.
TypicaI.
You wait for a heart for two years. . .
. . .aImost don't make it, then wonder if we shouId've given you that heart.
Know what that is?
B.S.?
ExactIy. Go home and enjoy your boat. See you next week.
WOMAN: Hey, Terry. MCCALEB: How you doing?
BUDDY: Morning, Terry.
Morning? It's 2 in the afternoon, Buddy.
As Iong as my dad sends those checks, it's whatever time I say it is.
-Whatever. -Heads up, by the way.
Somebody's on your boat.
Been here 1 0 minutes. Looked harmIess. I didn't say anything.
Looks better than harmIess!
[HARMONICA PLAYS]
MCCALEB: May I heIp you, miss?
I'm Iooking for Terry McCaIeb.
You're Iooking at him.
GracieIIa Rivers.
I have read about you in the paper, in the " Where are they now?" coIumn.
You know, in the Metro section.
You're not the first person to try to find me.
I can recommend a good investigator who won't rip you off.
The articIe said you're the best and you hate when someone gets away.
If you read it, you know what happened and that I'm retired, Miss Rivers.
GracieIIa.
I think you couId heIp me.
How's that?
-Maybe even heIp yourseIf. -I don't need money.
I'm not taIking about money.
MCCALEB: Sister?
-And her son. -Which one?
-Excuse me? -Which one's dead?
My sister.
GIoria Torres. GIory.
And her son's name is Raymond.
-I don't think I can heIp you. -Just Iook at it again, pIease.
Just one more time, and I'II Ieave you aIone.
Just teII me if you perceive or feeI anything.
Miss Rivers, I'm a retired FBI man, not a psychic.
-Do you want this back or not? -I have a doubIe.
You know, two for the price of one.
-You'II want to keep that one. -Why is that?
Your heart, Mr. McCaIeb.
It was my sister's.
-How do you know that? -Newspaper.
You two have the same bIood type, AB with CMV negative.
You were operated on the day she died.
My number's on the back if you change your mind.
Miss Rivers, this is Terry McCaIeb.
Yeah, I'm sorry about it being so Iate. . .
. . .but I wanted to teII you I'm going to the poIice to see what's going on.
Don't thank me. Don't get your hopes up.
I'm just gonna have a Iook. I owe your sister that much.
May I heIp you?
-Detective Arrango and WaIIer around? -Your name?
McCaIeb. I'm here about the GIoria Torres case.
It's McCaIeb.
Down the haII, up the stairs, first door on your right.
Thanks.
WeII, Mr. McCaIeb.
Detective Arrango.
I thought you were dead or retired.
I hear you want to taIk about GIoria Torres.
Can we taIk privateIy?
About what?
-I'm Iooking into her death. -Here we go, same oId shit.
I'II give you five minutes, that's it, before I toss your ass right out.
-My partner wiII be here in a minute. -Want a doughnut?
I want to know who you're working for. Her sister, right?
That's right.
I knew it. Son of a bitch. Let me see your ticket.
I don't have a Iicense, if that's what you mean.
Is it stuffy in here?
Is it hot?
No.
Just get a IittIe air.
Let me give us some air and make it more comfortabIe.
Okay, Iet me get this straight. You're conducting a homicide investigation. . .
. . .into the GIoria Torres case?
That's true.
You don't have a Iicense to practice as a private investigator in CaIifornia?
That's right.
Do you know it's a crime to practice as an investigator without a Iicense?
WiII you knock off the crap?
I just wanted to have a taIk. Knock off the tape too.
-He's bIocking the microphone anyway. -Why didn't you say?
In the three years we've interrogated here, maybe I forgot.
Come on, feIIas. I'm just here to heIp. Have a doughnut.
How do you know GracieIIa Rivers?
She's an acquaintance. I toId her I'd Iook into it. That's aII.
If you guys aren't gonna have one, I'm gonna have one.
Look.
I don't care what her sister toId you, Mr. Former FBI ProfiIer.
This ain't the type of case you Iike.
This ain't a gIamorous case that wiII get headIines.
This isn't CharIes Manson or Ted fucking Bundy.
This is an ordinary convenience-store robbery.
Some idiot with a gun. . .
. . .with the right ratio of baIIs to brains puIIed the trigger.
I toId her I'd check it out.
You've been on this a whiIe, and a fresh pair of eyes won't hurt.
I won't grandstand anybody. I'II give any information to you first.
I'm not trying to one-up anyone.
What do you want?
A copy of the murder book and a video waIk-through of the scene.
I was aIways good with crime scenes.
-No can do. -Why not?
-No way, man. -How often does the sister caII you?
Every day, weekends, hoIidays. . . . BeIieve it or not, we got feeIings.
It hurts me to teII her there are no Ieads or suspects.
I can get her off your case.
I teII her I Iooked into it, you're doing a good job, she stops caIIing.
You were aIways good at a crime scene.
But the key word is " were. " Are you stiII?
You just give me a copy of the tape, that's aII.
Oh.
We got more than just the crime-scene tape.
We've got the crime.
Bring the doughnuts. Come on.
WALLER: That's Kyungwon Kang, the owner.
ARRANGO: He's making his Iast saIe. She comes in to buy a candy bar.
Yeah, for her kid.
And here he is. Ba-da-bing! Pow, pow.
He picked up aII the sheIIs.
MCCALEB: Hm.
Won't see this on America 's Favorite Videos.
-There's no sound on that camera? -Right. He's just taIking to himseIf.
-CouId you run it in sIow motion? -HoId on. It's not over.
This guy coming up we caII the Good Samaritan. Watch.
This guy goes up and down the aisIes, Iooking for bandages, I guess.
CouIdn't find any, so he used paper toweIs to wrap her head.
The camera never reaIIy gets a good Iook at him.
After he's finished, he goes outside, he diaIs 91 1 . . .
. . .and spIits.
The voice was Latino. We figure he was iIIegaI, afraid to stay.
Yeah. That's too bad.
He probabIy got a Iook at the car or the shooter.
We put out fIiers, went on aII the Spanish stations. Nothing.
-May I? -Knock yourseIf out.
Pushing the pause button ain't gonna heIp her.
$32 in the cash register.
Look at that. He winked.
WALLER: What?
Yeah.
Huh.
ARRANGO: WeII, there you have it, Mr. FBI Guy.
TeII us something we don't know.
The shooter's been in the store before.
He knew the pIacement of the camera.
He's from the neighborhood, or he just cased the pIace.
This isn't the first time either.
No emotion, no panic, poIiced up his own brass.
This guy's done it before.
What?
How many others?
Let me Iook at the murder book.
We have to taIk to our Iieutenant. We'II be in touch.
-When? -Give me a number. We'II be in touch!
WALLER: Jesus Christ.
You guys can keep the doughnuts.
We don't need your doughnuts or your shit!
We got enough of our own!
WOMAN: Okay. Thanks.
MCCALEB: Mrs. Kang? -Yes? I know you?
No.
I heard what happened here. Your husband and aII. I'm sorry.
Yes, thank you.
The onIy way to keep eviI out is not unIock door.
We can't do that.
-We must have business. -Yeah.
Thank you, ma'am.
[CAR STARTS]
You gonna pay me, or shouId I drive you somewhere eIse?
MCCALEB: Nearest pubIic Iibrary.
Detective Winston said to wait here. She'II be right with you.
Thanks.
Huh.
WeII, weII, weII, Terry McCaIeb.
-Hi. -As I Iive and breathe.
Look at you.
I hear you got a new ticker.
That's right. I'm aII right, though.
How are you doing, babe?
Me? You know, same oId, same oId.
So, what's up? You on a private ticket now?
No. Just doing a favor for a friend.
What case is it?
James CordeII. ATM hoIdup.
Let's see.
January 22. Newspaper says he was shot by a guy wearing a ski mask.
Who's this friend you're doing the favor for?
GracieIIa Rivers. Her sister was shot in a store two weeks after.
AIso a man in a ski mask.
Am I right? Are they connected?
Yeah. Same guy. Out of your orbit, though.
Scumbag with a gun. Three-strikes shit, that's aII.
MCCALEB: What do you mean?
Guy has two feIonies, third puts him away for Iife.
So he kiIIs any witnesses.
Robbery, murder, it's aII the same sentence for him either way.
I taIked to the boys over at L.A.P.D., and they showed me a tape. . .
. . .but they wouIdn't copy me the murder book.
Hm.
-I'II bet they copied you, though. -Hm.
Come on, darIing, you owe me just one IittIe one.
I know that.
When you handed me the Cemetery Man bust. . .
. . .you were my membership into this boys cIub. I haven't forgotten.
Does that mean yes?
Terry McCaIeb.
Lucky for us the bank had two cameras on this.
The shooter's back there.
I'm betting the mask isn't on yet, or CordeII wouId have run.
H&K 9mm, same modeI used in the VaIIey tape.
HoId that. Back it up a IittIe bit.
Back up there. Look, he's saying something.
Like in the VaIIey tape. He taIked there too.
Yeah, he's a reaI chatterbox.
Did you get a Iip reader in?
I'II get on it.
What about his cartridge? Did he pick up his brass?
-Yeah, there he is. -Uh-huh.
James Lockridge.
PuIIed into the bank Iot, aImost got sideswiped by a sedan.
Says it was a white guy, but nothing eIse.
He caIIed for the ambuIance. CordeII died going to the hospitaI.
You got any Ieads at aII?
No, I'm foIIowing the three-strike thing.
I think the man in the ski mask is one of those.
What about the gun? H&K's expensive for a hoIdup man.
That's weird he'd keep it after the first kiIIing.
I thought about that. I figure he stoIe it, but that Iead me nowhere.
I don't know. I think we'II need fresh bIood to soIve this one.
WeII, Jaye. . .
. . .why don't you get me a copy of the book?
Both yours and L.A. CouId you?
I'II ask the captain. I don't see why not.
He was the Iieutenant on the Cemetery Man case.
Yeah, I kind of remember that.
Oh, weII. I'm gIad someone got promoted.
[CHUCKLES]
-Right here. -Thanks.
Mr. Lockridge, Terry McCaIeb. Thanks for seeing me.
LOCKRIDGE: Are you a poIiceman?
No, retired FBI. I'm investigating a reIated case for a victim's famiIy.
-Good. Because poIice are stupid. -Why?
-Didn't they teII you? -No.
Why wouId they? When I found the guy, I caII 91 1 , right?
MCCALEB: Yeah. -Yeah.
They sent the ambuIance to the wrong pIace.
Took them 20 minutes.
He might have made it if they hadn't screwed up.
-Those things happen. -No.
They screwed up. A guy died. End of story.
I'm busy. I agreed to see you because you're aIready here, so. . .
. . .what do you want?
I thought you'd give your statement to me firsthand.
For the Iove of God. I needed cash.
As I puIIed up, the guy driving out aImost hits me.
AII I saw was a car. There were no pIates, no face, nothing.
I waIk up to the ATM, and there's this guy bIeeding.
I figured he got it right before I got there, so I caIIed 91 1 .
Ten minutes Iater, they come, driving right fucking past us. Past us.
Any other detaiIs?
It couId've been me. CouId've been him finding me. . .
. . .with the ambuIance driving right on fucking by. Good stuff.
You done?
Yeah.
Hey, Buddy.
Here's to you. Semper fi, auId Iang syne, keep on trucking.
You Iook Iike a skunk.
-What are you doing tomorrow? -Same as aIways. Big, fat goose egg.
I couId use a driver. $ 1 0 an hour and meaIs.
-What's up? An investigation? -I just need a driver, not a partner.
Okay. I'm in. Whose car?
If we take yours, I'II buy gas, or I'II sit in the back in mine. . .
-. . .because of the air bags. -Your chest, right?
Yeah.
Let's take mine. That way I won't feeI Iike a chauffeur.
See you in the a.m.
You Iook tired, Terry. You shouId get some sIeep!
You don't deserve it.
First of aII, I have no idea where your heart came from.
AII BOPRA teIIs us is they have an organ. . .
. . .with a match to someone on the Iist.
In your case, we toId you what we knew.
FemaIe, 32, perfect heaIth, perfect bIood typing, perfect donor.
She was murdered.
-Murdered? -Yeah.
What are you taIking about?
She was shot during a robbery and Iived Iong enough for me to get her heart.
How do you know? You're not supposed to know about the donor.
Her sister found me.
She read about how I had a rare bIood type Iike her sister. . .
. . .and that my surgery was on the day she died.
What does she want? Money?
[CHUCKLES]
I'm gIad you can find it funny.
She wants me to find out who did it.
She wants me to soIve the murder.
Shit. Give me this woman's name right now.
-You're not thinking of doing this? -I started yesterday.
And today you're running a fever! You are 60 days post-transpIant!
As your doctor, I'm ordering you not to do this.
-Respect the gift you were given. -I do, I do. It was her gift.
She'd be dead either way. You don't owe her.
It was supposed to be an accident.
99 out of 1 00 of these are head injuries that end up fataI.
This one is different.
How is it different? A heart's a heart!
An accident is fate. Murder is eviI.
PIease.
I wouIdn't have this gift if somebody hadn't done this hatefuI, eviI thing.
You're not making sense.
She goes into a store to buy a candy bar for her kid.
I can't expIain it.
Terry, sit down.
-You know that IittIe boy in room 21 8? -Yeah.
He's waiting for a heart that isn't coming. That couId be you.
This is your one chance, Terry. You teII that woman no.
You save yourseIf and teII her no!
I can't.
You're gambIing with your Iife.
You get infection or rejection, there's nothing we can do.
-I have no choice. -Neither do I.
I can't be your doctor. I won't be around for this.
Come on, doc.
I'II have your records ready in the morning.
Good Iuck, Terry.
GracieIIa. Make it quick.
-HeIIo? MCCALEB: Graciella.
This is McCaIeb.
GRACIELLA: What's going on?
TeII me about her.
What do you mean?
Just teII me something about GIoria.
The more I know, the more I can get a handIe on this thing.
Do you have a kitchen on the boat?
A gaIIey, yeah.
Is it big enough to cook a reaI meaI?
Yeah, sort of.
So. . . .
You want to know my sister, you'II have to meet her son.
He's everything that was good about her. It's in him.
I'II bring him by Iater, and I'II make you dinner.
Good. I'd Iike that.
Okay. Then you can give me an update.
Look, just so you know it, these cases usuaIIy turn on some smaII detaiI.
Something someone forgot or didn't think was important.
That's the key. I'II have to find it.
You have GIory's heart. She'II guide you.
Yeah. Thanks.
Quick enough?
BUDDY: You okay? -Yeah.
BUDDY: Huh? -Dandy.
BUDDY: I'II teII you what. Let me stop by the In-N-Out on Victory.
I don't think they serve hamburgers here. What's up?
The sheriff's office Iisted aII the three-strikes robbery suspects.
They aIso made a Iist of every H&K P7 pistoI stoIen in the Iast few years.
I charted that Iist pIus the address. . .
. . .and the work Iocation of every man on the Iist.
-A cross-reference to check overIap? -ExactIy.
One guy stands out Iike a whore in church, and that's MikaiI BoIotov.
He's a two-time Ioser, Iives a miIe from where GIoria Torres was shot. . .
. . .and works four bIocks from where an H&K was stoIen in December.
Why didn't they arrest this PoIo, BoIo. . .?
-BoIotov. -BoIotov.
Oh, a Russian son of a bitch!
They don't know about the pistoI. It seems he has a good aIibi.
It's his timecard. He punched out after the CordeII murder.
-A friend couId have done that. -Yeah, true.
-I stiII don't know why we're here. -WeII. . . .
This is where he works. I'm gonna go have a taIk with him.
-CooI. -Where are you going?
You go after him, I puII you off. Good cop, bad cop?
-No. Stay with the car. -Come on, man. Starsky and Putz.
What are you expecting in there?
Nothing. This is just for show. HoId this. Thanks.
Can I heIp you?
My name is McCaIeb.
FoIIowing up the sheriff's department investigation of February 3.
Just a minute, pIease.
Mr. ToIiver? A Mr. McCaIeb from the sheriff's department is here.
-We're awfuIIy busy, Mr. McCaIeb. -I'II get right to the point, then.
A few months ago, some deputies asked you about an empIoyee.
-BoIotov? -Yes.
I'm on the case. I'd Iike to get a few more points.
I'II teII you what I toId them.
BoIotov was working that day. You can see his timecards.
How many empIoyees do you have here at one time?
Eighty-five.
Is it possibIe that one of them might have punched his timecard for him?
We've been in business 1 6 years. It's happened.
Is he here today?
Yes, that's him over there.
BoIotov. That's Russian, right?
They're good workers and don't compIain.
They don't mind being paid shit.
-I'd Iike to taIk to him. -In here?
You want to maintain your cooperation with the sheriff's office, don't you?
Yeah, aII right.
BoIotov, up in the office.
Mr. BoIotov. Have a chair.
Where were you on the night of January 22?
I toId them before. I worked that night.
I know, but we know things now that we didn't know then.
What things?
There was a burgIary on Mason Street, about four bIocks from here.
-Is that where you got the gun? -What gun?
And February 7, I suppose you got an aIibi for that night too.
I don't know that night.
'Course you do!
That's the night you went into Kang's grocery store and kiIIed two peopIe.
Who are you?
You're not a cop. Cops goes twos. Who are you?
I'm the Lone Ranger. Now sit down.
No badge. See? No cop.
" TerreII McCaIeb. "
Maybe one day, I pay you visit.
Yes?
Not now. I'II get back to him.
BoIotov's aIibi isn't soIid. Think about it.
Even if you had a badge, it'd be the wrong one.
I Iike him for this.
BoIotov's an ex-con. He couId have done that for any reason.
-You shouId stiII put out a pickup. -Got you a soda, Terr.
-Who the heII are you? -Buddy, Terry's partner.
-Sort of. -Great.
Let's get back to BoIotov.
I've aIready sent a car to his apartment. He's gone.
-I hit a nerve. -I'II say.
Remember my Iieutenant, who's now my captain? He's unhappy.
He doesn't want to hear from you again.
Terry has worked very hard on this. We both have.
-Sh. . . . -Shut up.
AIso. . .
. . .he wants the tapes and murder books back first thing in the morning.
WiII that give you enough time to copy everything?
I've aIready done that. Thanks.
Go home, you Iook Iike crap.
Wait a minute.
Lip reader is 90% certain the shooter was saying, " Happy VaIentine's Day. "
Happy VaIent--
That doesn't sound Iike your average three-strikes guy, does it?
What's the average these days?
Not much, man.
Happy VaIentine's Day.
GRACIELLA: Do you see the boat?
I toId you.
-How much homework do you have? RAYMOND: Three questions.
-Hey. GRACIELLA: Hey.
You forgot, didn't you?
Sort of. I kind of got Iost the Iast coupIe hours.
-We can do this another time. -No.
No, we're having dinner. Come on up.
-Is this Raymond? -This is Raymond.
This is the man I was teIIing you about.
MCCALEB: How are you doing? -What's The Following Sea?
That's the one that you have to watch for, the one right behind you.
-Where's the kitchen? I mean, gaIIey? MCCALEB: Right in here.
-Can you fish off this boat? -Yeah, you can.
Come on back, I'II get you a fishing poIe.
Jesus.
I didn't want you to see that.
Was she. . .?
Was she ever scared?
No, she never knew anything.
What I've asked you to do, it just isn't fair.
Is it?
There's a restaurant in the marina. Good atmosphere, view of the sunset.
Why don't I just take you to dinner there.
GRACIELLA: Why do you Iive on a boat?
MCCALEB: I hate mowing Iawns.
Why do you Iive onshore?
GRACIELLA: Because that's where my warm, cozy apartment is.
You were right, though.
It's a great sunset.
Yeah, you never get tired of it. Does he stay with you?
Yeah. His dad isn't around.
He's a great kid. Your sister must have been a good woman.
Thank you.
So how is it going, McCaIeb?
Any hope?
Start thinking about your sister. . .
. . .who her friends were, where she went, aII of her routines.
-AII right. How come? -That's just an angIe I'm working on.
Did she ever know a James CordeII?
-CordeII? -Yeah.
No.
-You sure? -Positive. Why?
It may be nothing. It might be premature--
You think this James CordeII kiIIed her.
No, nothing Iike that.
Stop, McCaIeb, with the prematures and the angIes. What?
CordeII was kiIIed at an ATM machine two weeks before your sister died.
We think it's the same gunman in both cases.
Why wouId she know CordeII?
They were both in the wrong pIace at the wrong time.
This investigation's being conducted under the theory. . .
. . .that the Iocations were chosen and the victims were random.
It's the other way around. It's not where that's important. It's who.
-Gunman took money, so it's robbery-- -Bear with me.
CordeII and your sister were connected.
There's some intersecting Iink between them and the kiIIer.
I'm not foIIowing you.
At the Bureau, we used to caII this a fuII-fieId investigation.
-That's what I'm conducting here. -FuII-fieId investigation.
Yeah.
Okay.
Come on!
You know, there was one thing that's aIways bothered me.
-What? -Nothing, but. . . .
What is it?
GIory had this piece of jeweIry she aIways wore. Like a good-Iuck charm.
She never took it off. When the poIice brought me her effects, it was missing.
What was it?
It was a singIe earring, a dangIing crucifix.
Okay. So, what does it mean?
Nothing. Some kiIIers take souvenirs, I suppose.
-That's sick. -Yeah.
Are you okay?
Yeah. I gotta get back to the boat for my medicine.
We have to get going too. Raymond has some homework.
Raymond?
We've gotta go!
Say thank you to Mr. McCaIeb. Come!
Thank you!
-Give me that schooI bag. -Okay.
-Say thank you. RAYMOND: Thank you.
MCCALEB: See you Iater. GRACIELLA: Give me the schooI bag.
And he takes the earring.
Hey, Buddy!
What's up?
You're working tomorrow, 6 a.m.
CooI. Whatever.
BUDDY: Who wants to go to the desert anyhow?
We go where the cIues Iead.
Don't any cIues Iead to the beach?
They Iead where they Iead. UsuaIIy pretty cIose to where they started.
I have to ask, Terry.
How did it feeI?
Back in the day, when you were going up against aII those sickos?
That was my job.
Come on, man. I mean, driving a truck, that's a job.
AII those kiIIers you used to hunt down.
I read in the paper some used to Ieave you messages. That ain't truck driving.
OnIy one, actuaIIy, ever Ieft me messages.
Sorry, I'm sticking my nose in it, I know.
Connected.
What?
When I was at the top of my game, I feIt connected to everything.
The victim, the kiIIer, the crime scene.
Everything.
Just feIt Iike it was aII part of me. It's beginning to feeI that way again.
CooI.
I'II teII you what. Driving is okay because I wouId shit my shorts.
I wouId.
But that's why you're a famous cop and I'm a boat bum. A Ioser.
Buddy, you're not a Ioser.
It's okay, Terry. OnIy my mom has to teII me that.
My friends can teII me the truth.
Mrs. CordeII?
I'm Terry McCaIeb. I caIIed you.
Is this a bad time?
-As opposed to a good time? -Poor choice of words. Can we taIk?
Is that your partner in the car?
Yeah.
I wanted to hire an investigator, but I couIdn't afford to.
CouIdn't afford to find out who kiIIed him.
You work for the poIice?
No, I'm a retired FBI agent.
I'm aIso a friend of the famiIy of the woman kiIIed in Canoga Park.
We think it's the same gunman.
I see.
I'd Iike to teII you I'm sorry. That's hard coming from a stranger. . .
. . .but I went through the fiIes, and James seemed Iike a good man.
Funny hearing him caIIed James. Everyone caIIed him Jimmy.
And he was a very good man.
How can I heIp, Mr. McCaIeb?
See this photograph? Does this woman Iook famiIiar to you?
-Is that someone he might have known? -I don't think so.
-Is that the victim from Canoga Park? -Right.
-Is that her son? -Uh-huh.
I don't understand.
How couId he know her? Are you suggesting they--?
-No, nothing Iike that. -Then, Iike what?
We think your husband and Miss Torres may have crossed paths with the kiIIer. . .
. . .sort of the reIationship between the victim and the gunman.
The smaIIest detaiI of them coming in contact is very, very important.
Something Iike dining at the same restaurant, for instance.
-A restaurant the kiIIer went to? -Yeah.
That sounds Iike staIking, not robbery.
To be honest with you, we're not sure robbery is the motive in this case.
When they brought back his effects, was it aII there?
Was anything missing? Rings, watches?
No.
You're sure he couIdn't have been in the VaIIey two weeks before?
No, he spent a month in Northern CaIifornia, working on the aqueduct.
And when my husband wasn't working, he was home with me.
-Is that his car? -Yes.
Any personaI effects in that?
A picture on the dashboard.
-StiII there? -I don't know. I wouId think.
The sheriff's department drove it home. I haven't been in it.
Can I. . .?
There it is.
MCCALEB: Right here, yeah.
Any of this stuff your husband's favorite knickknacks?
No, sorry.
CouId you jot down your husband's routines for me--?
-His sungIasses. -What?
They hung from the mirror on a cord. They're missing.
What kind of gIasses?
They were Wayfarers. He had them for years.
-Wayfarers? -What do you think it means?
I said, what do you think it means?
ProbabIy nothing.
Thanks, Mrs. CordeII. I'II caII you if anything comes up.
Easy, Mac. What's the matter?
-You okay? -Yeah, I'm okay.
I saw the kiIIer, Buddy.
At the bank, at the ATM, where CordeII was kiIIed.
Wait a minute, that's crazy. That's the Iast pIace he wouId be.
No, it fits the profiIe.
ProfiIe? What profiIe?
Take me to the L.A. County Sheriff's Office.
No, wait! I don't get it. Why wouId the kiIIer go back?
Okay. Never mind, I'II just drive.
-Now you're starting to get it. -This goes any Ionger, I want a raise.
How about workmen's comp?
Detective Winston's in the fieId. Can I take a message?
-TeII her McCaIeb was by. -Hey.
She wanted to see you, Mr. McCaIeb.
How about that?
It's McCaIeb, Jaye.
WINSTON: I'm en route. You should get yourself down here ASAP.
What was that first part?
I said, we've got Bolotov.
-Stay there, Buddy. -This sucks!
Trash coIIectors found him. We think he's been here since earIy a.m.
-What are they doing here? -This aIIey is the Iine.
The Iine?
South side's L.A.P.D., north is sheriff's department.
We're not sure who has jurisdiction yet.
CongratuIations, oId man!
You shook him out of his tree. Dumb bastard kiIIed himseIf.
H&K 9mm.
Same as both murders. I bet baIIistics confirms it.
-What are you taIking about? -He's saying this case is cIosed.
BoIotov, he doesn't fit the profiIe.
-Of what? -A seriaI kiIIer.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
This guy staIks his victims and kiIIs them on camera. . .
-. . .then he takes trophy items. -What are you taIking about?
I was at the ATM crime scene. The kiIIer was behind me.
He had CordeII's gIasses on, and he had GIoria Torres' earring.
Did they Iook Iike these?
This? And this?
I don't care what you caII him. We got him.
-I don't know, his hair was Iong. -Maybe it was a wig?
Maybe.
-You wanna sit down? -I'm fine, goddamn it.
-Why don't you Iay down? -Arrango, shut up!
There's something in his mouth.
-It's a buIIet. -No way it came from a 9mm.
-Looks Iike a .38 to me. -Why'd he put a .38 sIug in his mouth?
Same reason he died on the jurisdiction Iine.
Somebody's trying to jerk us aII off.
PersonaIIy, I Iike being jerked off.
This case is cIosed in my book.
You're just worried, aren't you?
-Worried? -Yeah.
About what?
That I might bust this case. You don't care who gets hurt or kiIIed.
-As Iong as I don't bust the case. -What the fuck is it to you anyway?
GIoria Torres, that victim you didn't give a shit about?
I've got her heart. That's what. That's right.
I'm aIive because she's dead. That puts me in this bigtime.
You're an asshoIe, and you can't heIp it, but I'm on this case for a whiIe.
I'II be aIong untiI we get him.
I don't care whether it's you, him or whoever. I'm in this.
Stay out of my city! Go get yourseIf a dick transpIant!
ConfIict of interest.
-Ever think about that? MCCALEB: Pain in the ass.
-How much do I owe you? -I don't know, 200 or so.
That sounds right.
-Take a check? -Yeah, sure.
You Iook Iike shit. You shouId take a nap.
Yeah, thanks. I wiII.
-Who do I make it out to? Buddy? -Jasper. Jasper Noone. N-O-O-N-E.
I know the Noone part. But Jasper?
I Iook more Iike a Buddy than a Jasper, huh?
Yeah.
Take a nap.
GRACIELLA: Ray, stay here. Be carefuI of the edges. I'II be right out.
MCCALEB: Hi. -Hey.
So is it true?
What?
I heard it on the news. They said that they found a Russian man. . .
. . .who may be the kiIIer.
I don't know.
I don't think so, but I don't know.
They said they had evidence that couId Iink this guy to both murders.
That may just be two cops trying to grab headIines.
I don't know. Sorry.
You're starting to sound Iike L.A.P.D.
I need some answers.
Because no one knows. . . .
No one has a cIue what that boy goes through every night without his mother.
I'm sorry.
I did what you asked.
I made a Iist of aII of GIory's routines.
That's good.
She used to go to that market aImost every night.
She'd take Raymond to McDonaId's a Iot. Too much.
The one on Ventura and Reseda.
And she wouId go bowIing, but not IateIy.
She used to visit an aunt every Thursday. . .
. . .because our aunt was in a nursing home in CuIver City.
Like a responsibIe person, she never missed a day of work.
She gave bIood every month, took her son to schooI. . .
. . .and I wanna understand why she was kiIIed!
What?
She gave bIood?
Yes, McCaIeb. She's the same bIood type as you are.
AB with a CMV negative.
The hospitaI wouId have paid her, but she wouIdn't accept money.
-That's the connection! -What are you taIking about?
That's the Iink between CordeII and your sister. BIood.
Wait a minute. BIood?
I'II cover tomorrow's shift.
Yeah, thanks.
-Don't you ever use a ceII phone? -I don't beIieve in them.
I aIways stay with a hard Iine. Mrs. CordeII wasn't home.
Is there another way to find out?
If he gave bIood often, he'd be on the computer.
-Which computer? -The BOPRA computer.
For rare bIood types. There's one at L.A. MemoriaI.
-AII right. I'm coming with you. -Get somebody to stay with the kid.
MCCALEB: What do you think?
What do you mean, babysitting?
MCCALEB: Yeah. -Fuck me.
How much?
I don't know. Beer. A case of beer an hour.
You got it.
[BEEPING ]
MAN: They said some kind of bIockage. In about an hour.
MCCALEB: Hey, doc.
Terry. What's wrong?
Nothing. Is there a pIace we couId taIk privateIy?
I need to taIk to you.
You have five minutes.
Who's this?
GracieIIa Rivers, the one I toId you about.
She's the one who put you up to this. Look at him. Look at his coIor.
Look at the Iines under his eyes. A week ago, he was perfect.
-I am sorry. -It was my choice.
Shut up! Sit down.
Open your mouth.
Lift your shirt up.
-What do you want? -We wanted to know--
-Keep that thermometer in your mouth. -My sister was murdered.
So was another man.
It was the same kiIIer.
McCaIeb found a Iink between my sister and this other man.
-They both gave bIood. -What?
She was the same bIood type as McCaIeb, AB with CMV negative.
McCaIeb says that's 1 in 200.
1 01 . 1 . Shit.
What do you want?
I want you to access the BOPRA computer.
If CordeII's on it, I wanna know his bIood type.
That's unethicaI.
You've gotta heIp. If I'm right, the kiIIer aIready has access.
I don't know--
If you can't protect the integrity of the system, there's no system.
AII right.
I'II do it on one condition.
What's that?
Let me run bIood work on you.
-That wiII take aII day! -Yes or no?
-Yes. -Sit down.
I'II get the nurse.
[BEEPING ]
MAN: Very stiII now.
WOMAN: We're aImost done.
I want you to stop, McCaIeb.
Stop what?
Everything.
I was wrong to bring this to you.
No.
Yeah.
GIory gave another person Iife.
-That's reaIIy aII I need to know. -No.
Look, I got a new heart, but. . .
. . .I didn't necessariIy get a new Iife.
I don't know what you mean.
I Iost a IittIe something. . .
. . .but knowing you and working with you on this. . .
. . .I feeI a IittIe bit coming back.
[DOOR OPENS]
Okay.
It's a Iist of the IocaI AB CMV negatives. CordeII's on it.
Same bIood type as Torres.
What's the D stand for? Deceased?
No, donor. Organ donor. They were both organ donors.
Both organ donors?
CordeII died on the scene, and GIoria Iived just Iong enough.
-That's crazy. -What are you saying?
I missed it, damn it.
I didn't think GIoria had anything anyone wanted, but I missed it.
What did you miss?
FOX: Her bIood.
It made her unique.
It made what was inside her very vaIuabIe. To someone.
Someone Iike me. Anyone who couId benefit wouId be a suspect.
Wait a minute. You're saying that she was murdered for her organs.
The autopsy report had both buIIets going through the frontaI Iobe.
That couId Ieave them brain dead, but not die right away.
Of course, CordeII-- 91 1 screwed up, but your sister had the Good Samaritan.
Who?
That's the customer who came in, bandaged her head and caIIed 91 1 .
-You can't get back untiI-- -Can I use your phone?
-Terry. . . . -Get a Iist of where the organs went.
GRACIELLA: Terry.
Detective Jaye Winston?
GracieIIa Rivers. He's inside taIking about surveiIIance and numbers.
This is Arrango from West VaIIey Homicide.
Badge 1 41 1 0. I'd Iike a 1 0-20 for a surveiIIance commencement.
WOMAN: That's 1 7: 1 4:39.
Thank you. 1 7: 1 4:39.
I'm out of my jurisdiction, and you're way out. What's up?
The surveiIIance camera's three seconds behind the CCW cIock.
-That's the one 91 1 uses. -Okay, so?
So did you bring the tape?
OPERATOR: This is the 91 1 operator.
MAN: The girl is shot very bad! She needs help!
OPERATOR: Who was shot, sir?
MAN: The girl is shot! Kang's Market, Sherman Way!
OPERATOR: Sir, please stay on the line.
That's 1 0:40:58.
AII right. At 22:41 :37. . .
. . .GIoria is shot.
Jump down to. . .
. . .22:42:55, and here comes Good Samaritan.
That son of a bitch.
What? What is it?
This guy here. . .
. . .this unidentified Good Samaritan, who tried to heIp GIoria.
There's just one probIem.
What's that?
The cIock on the surveiIIance camera is three seconds behind the 91 1 cIock.
AII right, and. . .?
We think he made the caII before he kiIIed her.
No.
No, that doesn't make any sense, because the numbers. . . .
Wait a minute.
The caIIer.
It's the same guy.
He caIIed an ambuIance before he shot her.
Yeah.
See, CordeII, his organs were no good.
This time, the shooter wouId make sure the ambuIance got a good Iead.
So he shot GIoria, then he comes back with bandages. . .
. . .and tries to keep her aIive.
Oh, my God.
Okay.
CouId this Good Samaritan be the same guy you saw at the ATM machine?
I don't know. Put a wig on him, maybe.
A IittIe dark makeup, he's Hispanic.
You got those ATM tapes?
No. You onIy toId me to bring this one.
Yeah, weII. . . .
The ATM thing. The shooter probabIy had them on the way anyway.
They went to the wrong address, so it doesn't matter.
What do you think about Lockridge for this?
I don't know, maybe.
Whoever got the Iist of organ donors had to hack into the BOPRA computer.
Lockridge is a computer man, right?
And he Iives and works in my jurisdiction. Let's go.
GRACIELLA: I have to go with you.
No, get back to Raymond. Take my car. I'II go with Jaye.
Why don't you pop the trunk? I'II put this stuff in the back.
Okay.
What the fuck is he doing?
McCaIeb! What are you doing?!
You're kiIIing me here. What's going on?
-You okay? -Yeah. You okay?
-Yeah. -Let's go find Lockridge at work.
What do you mean? We just shot up the VaIIey.
Did you hit anyone?
-No, thank God. -Neither did I. Let's go.
Fuck.
Mr. Lockridge didn't come to work today.
-Is he iII? -He hasn't caIIed. . .
. . .and he didn't come in yesterday either.
Come here and Iook at this.
Doesn't that Iook Iike probabIe cause to you?
Let's go.
See if I remember how they did this.
Shit.
Her throat's been sIit.
She's been here a good 24 hours.
WINSTON: You okay?
Yeah.
We got an APB out on Lockridge.
I might get suspended, but you did reaI good, McCaIeb.
ReaI good.
I hope so.
I guess I'd better get home and get my piIIs.
Want some coffee?
No, go home. Get your piIIs.
[HARMONICA PLAYS]
You stiII got company.
How much beer do I owe you?
Seven cases. . .
. . .but since he's a good kid and a great fisherman, I'II take two.
I'II get you the check in the morning.
That's what they aII say.
Good night, Terry.
MCCALEB: Hey. -Hey, Mr. McCaIeb.
MCCALEB: Howdy.
GRACIELLA: Hey. MCCALEB: How are you?
Me and Buddy caught so many fish he had to get more bait.
-I caught six aII by myseIf. -ReaIIy? It must be a harbor record.
It's " Buddy and I. " Finish your homework, Ray.
So?
I'm not sure yet, but it's Iooking good.
Okay. When wiII you know?
Soon, hopefuIIy.
Thank you.
For everything you've done.
I'm impressed.
GRACIELLA: That's my dad.
He used to take GIory and me fishing.
A Iot.
When we were kids.
You know, they're aII gone.
But I'm gIad I can stiII smiIe about her, you know?
I couIdn't at first.
This is a cooI gun, Mr. McCaIeb.
Oh, shit. . . .
GRACIELLA: Raymond-- -It's aII over. Don't, no.
You never, never touch a gun.
See? You can Iook at it.
This is an eight-shot Smith & Wesson.
We don't touch it. I shouIdn't have Ieft it out.
You never pIay with this, so stay right there. Understand?
What's this?
Oh, that's some code I was supposed to break, but I never couId do it.
-There's no one. -What?
There's no 1 .
" 9-0-3-4-7-2-5-6-8. "
It's aII the numbers, but no 1 .
How about that? No 1 s.
LittIe man, come on. We have to go. It's getting Iate.
-Can I stay? GRACIELLA: No.
-We gotta go. It's getting Iate. -I don't want to.
We have to. Okay?
Were you just going to Iet me sit here and eat aIone?
Raymond Ioves this boat, and he was wondering if he couId spend the night.
Yeah, there's a berth in front you can both share.
You don't have to hide it.
Show me your heart.
Show me.
[FOOTSTEPS FALLING ]
-Somebody's up on deck. -What's wrong?
-I don't know. Somebody's up there. -Raymond.
No, too heavy for him.
[MAN GROANS]
-You son of a bitch! MCCALEB: What the heII is going on?
Jesus Christ! We came because the captain wants you at the crime scene.
ARRANGO: When this is over. . .
. . .you better get an ass transpIant because I'II tear you a new one!
Damn, it's coId.
ARRANGO: Out of the way, pIease.
There's McCaIeb. Mr. McCaIeb, did you think this was over?
I can't comment, I don't know anything about anything.
-Oh, no. -What?
This is where I had my attack.
Lockridge.
James Lockridge, the guy who found CordeII at the ATM machine.
Looks Iike your Code KiIIer's back.
Happy VaIentine's Day. Way to make a comeback.
Some peopIe get fIowers, some peopIe get chocoIates.
You get a dead guy.
Mr. McCaIeb. Do you think it's the Code KiIIer?
WOMAN: Hey! MAN: What's going on?
MAN: It's aII right.
[WOMAN SCREAMS]
Paper said something you didn't Iike?
BaIIistics wiII match this sIug with the one in BoIotov's mouth.
It was the Code KiIIer. Torres, CordeII, BoIotov, aII of them.
What does that mean?
I shot him two years ago. The sIug in BoIotov's mouth is the one that hit him.
Now I'm back. . .
. . .and so is he.
Every second we're taIking, you couId be trying to get this son of a bitch.
We got a Iot of good peopIe out there.
You're right.
Better chance of breaking this with you in here.
-Fuck you, Bureau man! -Enough of that, detective.
ARRANGO: Yes, sir. -McCaIeb.
This Code KiIIer Iikes to impress you. Any idea why?
I had a media profiIe, so did he.
I guess he missed the matchup, me and him on the news every night.
I thought once these guys started, they didn't stop.
But your Codie's been down for two years.
What do you make of that?
I don't know. I shot him. I aIways figured he crawIed off and died.
-What do the numbers mean? -Don't know that either.
We ran it by the computers at CaI, by the code breakers at the NSA.
Nobody comes up with anything.
Except. . . .
Except what?
There's no digit number one.
No 1 , whatever that might mean.
Guys, step out. Give us a minute.
Okay.
Just cop to cop, what's going on here?
CordeII, GIoria Torres. . . . He did them for me.
Keep taIking untiI I understand.
He missed the action. Me and him.
In order to get it back, I needed a new heart, so. . .
. . .Happy VaIentine's Day.
HoIy shit.
Now the Iove Ietters are gonna start, hot and heavy.
You might have the captain fooIed, but not me.
You got Torres' heart. That makes you suspect number one.
What a waste of a good Mexican's heart!
Get out of here.
GracieIIa?
Raymond?
[HARMONICA PLAYS]
Hey, Ter! WeIcome to Davy Jones' Iocker.
Have you seen GracieIIa and Raymond?
They got tired of waiting for you. They Ieft about an hour ago.
You're aII over the news, brother!
How Iong we been neighbors?
I don't know. I moved into the marina about a week after you.
-Raise up your shirt. -What?
Raise it up.
Now.
Come on, turn around.
I'm the foIIowing sea, man.
I'm the one you need to watch out for.
When did you figure it out?
On the check.
" No one. "
I had a IittIe troubIe with the Jasper part.
Oh.
I couId've kiIIed you if I wanted to. I was behind you at the ATM.
I foIIowed you to Kang's Market, just Iike I foIIowed GIoria Torres.
You sick son of a bitch.
I studied her. I chose her.
She was my vaIentine to you.
I gave you Iife.
What eIse you wanna know?
That neckIace beIonged to a girI named Sunny. Lockridge's wife.
When Sunny gets bIue, I sIit her throat.
There's a story for every piece of crap on that tray.
Come on, man. You're mine forever.
Every breath you take beIongs to me.
Every beat of that stoIen heart is the echo of my voice in your head.
Every day.
AIways.
It depends on you. PuII that trigger, you'II never see them again.
-What? -KiII me, no one wiII find them.
They wiII die. AIone.
In a bIack hoIe. And that wiII be on you.
You know me. You know I have them.
-What do you want? -I want you to Iive.
I want me to Iive.
I want it aII to start again, you know, the battIe between good and eviI.
Can't you see I've been getting you back to where you need to be?
I'm not interested.
BuIIshit. That day in the car, what did you say you feIt?
What was the word?
You feIt " connected. " Shit. I aImost came when you said that.
Because that's us, Terry. That's you and me.
It's us. We were meant to be.
We're Cain and AbeI. Kennedy and OswaId.
We are shit in the bottom of somebody's shoe.
I have to Ieave now.
And you're not gonna foIIow me.
You're not gonna scrape me off.
You'II sit by that pay phone and wait for me to caII you from time to time. . .
. . .and when I'm reIocated and ready, I'II Iet GracieIIa and Raymond go.
Then you and me, we can start again.
I hope you think of me as often as I think of you.
BUDDY: Ah!
God. Crazy!
CaII an ambuIance!
You're gonna take me to them.
Keep that tight. That wiII pinch the artery, and you won't bIeed to death.
-Now, show me. -Okay.
What's it Iike having a chick's heart?
You start watching soaps?
Get cranky at the end of the month?
Hear some Iove song on the radio, you start crying?
PIus it's a spic heart. She was a wetback.
You wake up going, " Arriba! Gotta get me some enchiIadas for the cholita. "
Shut up!
When they were girIs going to Sunday schooI. . .
. . .do you think GIoria Torres ever thought that her heart. . .
. . .wouId be pumping bIood through some guy that was banging her sister?
You don't Iook so good, Ter.
You don't Iook so good yourseIf there, Buddy.
Ran aground in that storm Iast year. Remember?
SaIvage company's gonna demo it next week.
TiII then, it's a perfect prison.
Better than AIcatraz.
My IittIe shop of horrors.
Just so you know. . .
. . .I wouId never hurt that IittIe boy.
See, he's the same bIood type. He's the backup.
In case anything happens to his mom's heart.
MCCALEB: Come on.
Do you think you have a chance? With GracieIIa?
You think she can Iove you?
After her sister died for you? That's tough for her to get around.
Let's go. Let's get going.
You can put the beIt in your teeth.
FoIIow me.
In there.
-The key. -Ah.
GRACIELLA: Hey. -Hey.
Come on.
-I knew you'd find us, Terry. MCCALEB: Yeah, weII.
He may be on the boat, but I'm not sure if he's dead or aIive. Let's go.
[HARMONICA PLAYS]
Did your father teach you to run a boat?
-Yeah. -My boat's at the end of this gangway.
Wait a few minutes, then go on down there.
Use this knife to cut the Iines.
Back off about 1 00 yards or more and wait tiII I caII you.
-AII right? -Yeah.
If I don't caII you in a haIf-hour, get the heII out of here.
Okay. Get going.
GRACIELLA: Let's go. Come on, honey.
[HARMONICA PLAYS]
BUDDY: I'm sad, Terry!
GRACIELLA: Get inside. Hurry up.
[CLATTERING ]
Get down beIow, Raymond!
[BUDDY GROANS]
Come on, man.
We're connected.
Think of what you're doing.
You need me.
No, Buddy.
Remember how you said I was your friend and I couId teII you the truth?
WeII, I don't need you at aII.
Ten ring.
I saved you.
-Right next to you the whoIe time. -Yeah.
You okay?
Yeah, I'm okay. Never feIt better.
You got his ass.
Yeah, there's " no one" anymore.
Give me a day to catch my breath, I'II write you a fuII report.
I want to see it.
Two of them okay?
Yeah, if everyone wiII Ieave them aIone. . .
. . .not get them any more invoIved.
-I'II see what I can do about that. -That's a paI.
How are you pIanning to deaI with aII this?
WeII, I've got GIoria Torres' heart.
I'II probabIy just Iet that guide me.
-You got anyone, Jaye? -Excuse me?
PoIice work can get kind of heavy on you.
You got anyone at home?
Yeah, I got someone.
Good.
ARRANGO: McCaIeb!
That's it! I'm sick and tired of your grandstanding buIIshit!
WINSTON: You're out of your jurisdiction.
Maybe. But because you got a Mexican's heart, it don't make you one of us!
Arrango?
Next time you come around this dock, this Mexican wiII kick your ass.
What? You're out of your goddamn mind!
[SWEARS IN SPANISH]
ARRANGO: AII my Iife, I've had the shitty jobs.
You got him taIking to himseIf.
I didn't even know he spoke Spanish.
Poor baby, he's been at this aII morning.
I wish I couId get a big, fat marIin and put it on his Iine.
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