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You think we're gonna get him back on those meds again?

Are those for Pope?

I was admiring this little gem when we came in tonight.

So what's this thing do? About a buck 20? A buck 30?

- Open road, I've done 140. - Wow.

Well, I really liked your dad. He seems very cool.

And that pallet of money story, man...

that was crazy.

The other day, he freaked when I moved his briefcase.

All his classified documents and shit?

How's living with your grandmother?

It's okay.

That's a lot of people to contend with

- after just being you and your Mom. - Yeah.

Hi, Mom.

Hi, baby.

Renn?

Shit. Hey. Hey! Hey.

You did good. You got J opening up about his family.

I'm doing 120 right now!

Put on your big boy pants, man! Let's see it!

125! 130!

- Floor it! Come on! - No, no, no.

I couldn't do it!

Whoo. Better than sex, huh?

More like a heart attack.

Wanna go again? Go!

Need to see if these guys are in here. I've got, uh...

I'm here for my son, Andrew Cody.

I was told you were his parole officer.

You want to let me know why he was arrested?

Flash incarceration. A warning.

If he violates his parole again,

he'll serve out the rest of his sentence in prison.

My son did not violate his parole.

My son has a job, a home, and he reports to you regularly.

Maybe I should just call my lawyer.

You wanna waste your money, you go ahead.

There's nothing he can do about a failed drug test.

Andrew does not take drugs.

Well, he must've taken something.

Is he back on his meds?

Sit down.

He'll be released shortly.

Happens again, he'll do real time.

- I need those checked out. - All right.

I'm saving up for college, for Nicky,

if she ever goes.

Lord knows schools aren't lining up

to admit "C" students right now.

Oh, she'll get it together. She's a smart kid.

Oh, you can leave it in there, man. I-I'll lock it.

Oh, no, no, no. That's okay.

My dad wants to know if you want Mexican or Italian.

Whatever's fine.

I don't know what's worse...

him hating you or inviting you for family night.

Oh, wait.

The hotter you look, the better mood Anderson'll be

when she grades our tests.

Mm.

Sit down, everyone.

Ms. Anderson is out. I'm giving the test.

Looks like it's my turn.

Think he'll give me any of the answers?

- Mm. - Mm-hmm.

Pass it back.

Pass it back.

_

Pass it back.

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Pass it back.

Take a shower, put on your wire, go to school.

- He trusts me. - Good.

Look, I can't do this. I can't... I can't even sleep.

Where was this conscience when you decided

to buy 5 grams of heroin from an undercover cop?

- I've never done this before, okay? - I need details...

what the Codys did, what they're doing next.

What am I supposed to say?

Seriously? What am I supposed to say?

"Hey, J, how's it going?

By the way, what crimes have your family been up to lately?"

I'm the only thing keeping your life from blowing up.

You should be thanking me.

You should be thanking me.

Thank you.

Put your shoes on.

I'm gonna show you something.

I need some advice.

What do you do when your daughter's screaming nonstop

because you won't let her get her ears pierced?

- I mean, what do you do? - How old is she?

6.

But her mother's were pierced before she was on solids.

It's a Latina thing. I don't know.

You, my friend, are screwed.

All right? So just accept it.

Raise up that white flag and... and just, you know,

- avoid all the tantrums. - Yeah.

Focus on the family business. That's what I say.

How's that going, anyway?

It's good. Yeah, it's good.

I mean, it's better than working for someone else.

I spent two years keeping the books for Elite Platinum Properties.

Basically just a fancy name for a shithead named Artie.

I'm telling you,

I kept his business running while he made his tee time.

I deserved to be partner.

All I asked for was a raise, said he couldn't justify it.

- What'd you do? - Well, I waited till tax time,

then I dumped a year's worth of invoices on his desk.

First, he shit a brick. Then he, uh...

...then he begged me to stay.

What'd you say?

Well, I said, I couldn't justify it.

Cheers.

What about you?

You ever feel like giving your boss the finger?

- Who hasn't? - Yeah.

What would you do?

You know, to get back at him. What would you do?

Come on. Tell me you haven't thought about it.

- I call bullshit. - Two beers?

Here you go.

- Thank you. - Thanks.

Maybe I would, uh, adjust the paperwork,

so all the ATMs on the U.S.S Ronald Reagan

would run out of cash

about three months into their deployment.

Right?

I'd bury... I would bury all the shortcomings

and I'd make it completely untraceable.

Ah. But wouldn't that get you in trouble?

Not if I did it right.

Shit would roll uphill with that kind of money.

You could make that much money go missing?

Are you kidding me?

That kind of money goes missing all the time.

The Navy just doesn't want anybody to know about it.

LSD.

There must've been some mistake.

That's what I told my P.O.

I've never taken that shit in my life.

- Are you sure this wasn't a shakedown? - No, he's straight.

"Piss test don't lie." That's what he said.

Well, that's not true.

They mix up those samples all the time.

They made me take a second test.

It's positive.

That's Baz. He wants to meet.

He's been working on an idea.

You comin'?

Used to be a house down there.

Emilio and Carmen Ortiz.

Used to work with me back when I was on patrol.

Cops?

Confidential informants.

They had done a string of robberies along the coast

and wanted out.

I think they would've been okay after they did a little time,

but...

...they made the mistake of getting into business

with Janine Cody.

J's grandmother.

She suspected they were informants,

sent her son Andrew to burn the house down.

They found Carmen here.

She was lucky. She died of smoke inhalation

before her skin started to burn off.

Could only confirm it was her after we sent the teeth to the lab.

And Emilio... he must've tried to run.

Found him by the door.

Part of the burning ceiling fell, severed his torso.

March 3, 1997.

So the last people to inform on the Codys for you

burned to death.

And you want me to get J to do the same thing?

He's not one of them. Not really.

And this is what they do to outsiders.

Only way to protect him is to get him away from them.

But how?

Keep doing what you're doing.

He kissed me.

Text him.

See what he's doing after school.

Are you asking me to sleep with a 17-year-old kid?

Of course not. That would be illegal.

But if you care about that kid, get him out,

before we have to ID him by his teeth.

You, uh, holding out on me?

I didn't do LSD.

- Hey, you eat a bagel? - What?

- A bagel. Did you eat a bagel? - What the hell are you talking about?

The poppy seeds, man. That shit is in your piss.

- Everybody knows that. - Come on.

That's opium, dipshit.

Yeah, well, maybe something else.

Maybe not the poppies, but, you know,

something like that. Just sayin'.