Sugar

There are rules.

Ways of behavior to help us harmonize with our surroundings.

They differ from planet to planet to align with local customs.

But there is one rule...

the first rule...

that never changes.

Thou shalt not kill.

Go ahead. You're good.

Yeah, have a good one.

Hold it.

Something's up with the printer.

It may just need to warm up.

Fuck.

You want your phone?

Jesus said,

Peace I leave with you;

my peace I give to you.

I do not give to you as the world gives.

Do not let your hearts be troubled,

don't be afraid.

Don't be afraid.

Don't be afraid.

Run.

That's when I realized that I'd made a mistake.

You know? It was a trap. They brought me there to kill me.

Then all hell broke loose, and there was shouting and shooting.

I didn't even know who was coming up the stairs.

Bust in the door. Thank God it was you guys.

You're lucky you didn't get caught in the cross fire.

- Yeah. - No. My guys are always careful.

Although, I gotta say, this one time we were giving a ride-along to this VIP.

We do that sometimes with actors

that are rehearsing for some cop role or whatever.

You know... What was that guy's name?

- Jude Law. - That's it. Jude Law.

We accidentally rolled up on this crazy Code 30 over in Inglewood.

Shots fired, officer down, the whole nine.

Bullets flying. Bing, bing, bing. Against the cruiser.

We had driven Jude Law right in the middle of this shit.

I mean, everything was okay,

but I was sure there was gonna be complaints, asses handed.

But my guy was cool under fire. Everything turned out.

I like Jude Law.

Yeah, he's good.

Anything else, Pete? Or can we call it a night?

All good. Thanks so much for coming in.

- We'll let you know if we have any fur... - But I'm gonna need a minute, Pete.

- Okay. - Thanks.

So how'd you ID me?

Your voice.

My voice? From that one phone call?

CCTV footage from the hospital.

I saw you move, walk.

You checked your watch, inside wrist. Old habit from your army days?

Marines.

Right. Semper fi. Always faithful.

Ji Moon saw you murder Chuy Jaquez at the hospital.

So now you gotta kill Ji because you gotta cover your tracks.

I mean, it's bad luck, all around.

But I get it.

Chuy had to go because of Fire Sale.

That's what all this is about. Yes?

That what is all about?

What you've been up to. You know, your business with the Ez4s, the drugs...

It's your secret.

It's what's got you so desperate.

I got this call about an hour ago.

"Leave him alone."

They were talking about you.

Who says that?

Who knows?

You have a guardian angel. Congratulations.

You know, no congrats for your kid though.

They could give two shits about him.

- I do. - Yeah, well, you don't know where he is.

Neither do you.

I know where he's gonna be, sooner or later.

Meaning?

Meaning he's a junkie.

You know, a guy like that... It's just a matter of time.

You know, I don't know anything about you, Lieutenant Vega.

Who you are or what you want. But I'm gonna keep doing my job.

And if that means I end up getting in your way, then that's what it means.

Other than that, I...

don't see what else there is to talk about.

Yeah, I agree.

You take an oath, you put on a badge.

You start out one thing, but somewhere along the way,

you become something else.

Sometimes I worry that's me already.

You have no new messages.

- Yes, yes, yes. - No.

- Hey. - Hello.

This is lain and Peter, my colleagues or coworkers or...

I don't know what they are.

This is John, my friend.

- Pleasure. - What's everyone drinking?

I'm having a Pinot Grigio, and these posers are drinking martinis.

Can we order you something?

No, thanks.

Can I ask you... were you in my room?

What?

You went into my room.

Okay...

Give us a sec.

You're being... What's happened?

I think you know what happened, Charlotte, like the web.

No, I don't.

What is this?

You know, I'm not sure what I expected.

Apparently not this, but it's good. It's smart.

You check in, you let me see you. You flirt. Not too much, just a little.

- Bit by bit you get closer... - Okay. I'm sorry,

I don't know what's wrong with you,

- but you can't talk to me... - I got cameras in my room.

Cameras?

For my safety, my curiosity, for this.

I saw you break in.

I saw you go through my drawers.

My God.

I was let in by the housekeeper.

I wanted to leave you a note.

- A note? - A flirty little note.

Go check, asshole.

Not much to go on, this guy John Sugar.

No friends, no family. He lives alone in a nice hotel.

He's a lightweight. Cosplaying gumshoe for rich clients.

Maybe. But if he gets in our way on this, certain people won't like it.

What do you think, Boss?

I think we have nothing to worry about.

Hannah McDaniels?

Yeah.

I'd like to talk to you for a moment about Ji Moon, if that's okay?

He never came to see you at the hospital?

No.

Luann Baker says he did sometimes.

- Luann Baker? - Your coworker.

Well, former coworker.

She was fired for a narcotics robbery that happened there.

She said somebody stole her security card and got access to the drug closet.

She says she was set up, actually.

My gosh.

You know, it's lucky for you, Hannah. I'm gang police, not narcotics.

I don't really care about some drug rip at a hospital.

Okay. What do you care about?

Well, that's a good question.

We believe, my associates and I,

that Ji might have been witness to a gang-related homicide.

Right. I heard about this.

- Did he tell you what he saw? - No, he just said...

I heard that some bad people were looking for him.

That's true.

Which is why we wanna find him so that we can protect him.

So, if you tell me where he is, you'd actually be doing Ji a huge favor.

Ji's not a bad guy.

He's wild, but he's not bad.

You think he'll be okay?

I guess that all depends on who finds him first.

Let's wait for her call.

All right.