Femme Fatales

Give me 20 minutes, Detective.

Why am I still here? What am I, forensic evidence?

Well, he's definitely seen better days.

So, you want to tell me what happened?

I ain't tellin' you shit.

Maybe you don't understand quite how this all works.

You see, you tell me everything I want to know...

or I feed you...

to Olesky's crew...

what's left of it...

Piece by piece.

I got to tell ya, I ain't never seen nothin' like this before.

Eddie Mars' head looks like a crushed watermelon.

Iggy Bacardi...

Nobody's gonna miss this prick.

Judging by the burn marks, looks like he was electrocuted.

And our man over here,

he's got a crushed trachea and third-degree burns.

So, what do you say? Why don't we try this again?

And this time you tell me everything.

Two nights ago, I was kickin' back,

enjoying the view at Club Rouge...

Olesky's brothel on Harlowe and Lake.

Olesky wanted to see me about something,

but I had to wait until he finished.

Finished with what?

His all-you-can-eat buffet.

Yes!

Ohhhh...

Mmm, yeah!

Dimitri didn't like to drink. He didn't like to do drugs.

But he sure as hell liked to fuck.

And he liked to sample the merchandise,

especially when he had something to celebrate.

Ooh!

Hello? No.

I'm in a meeting right now.

Yeah. Yeah, call me later.

- Okay. - Ooh. yeah!

And Olesky had been celebrating

ever since Mr. Ryan got knocked off six months ago.

Don't you know who the hell I am?

Don't you know who I am?

I hear you like to hurt girls.

Since Ryan went down, all the bosses

have been jockeying for power in Cuesta Verde.

It's been a bloody war... awfully bad for business.

Iggy Bacardi brokered a peace

and wanted Olesky to sit at the head of the table.

It didn't go down well with the other bosses,

especially Eddie Mars.

I know all that, Bailey.

What I don't know is why these three assholes

are lying here swimming in their own blood

and you're the only jerk who's still got a pulse.

I was getting to that, Detective.

So, I was chillin' with my good friend Vera...

Olesky's favorite girl when he isn't using her as a punching bag...

when Chaka comes in and tells me Olesky's ready to see me.

Chaka?

You know him as Laddie Sterling.

We call him "Chaka" because he's short and hairy,

and he looks like that Neanderthal thing

that Clint Howard played in that old kids' TV show

the "Land of the Lost"...

the one with the clay dinosaurs and shit.

You idiot.

That wasn't Clint Howard.

It just looked like him.

What kind of cop are you, anyhow?

Just keep talking.

Got to love the Viagra.

Maxxy...

How long we known each other, huh?

It's been a long time, huh?

Yeah.

Your papa and me ran numbers together back then, huh? Right?

Yeah, that's the way I remember it, sir.

I feel like I can tell you anything...

like you're... you're my son.

And I hope you feel the same way about me.

Well, no one can ever replace your pop... God rest his soul...

but the fact is I looked out for you ever since you got out of the slam.

Yeah, I know that.

And I appreciate it, Mr. Olesky. Really, I do.

Maybe, uh...

Maybe I don't say it enough, but Lord knows I...

I don't know where I'd be without you.

Well, I'm glad to hear you say that...

because we got ourselves a problem...

a big problem.

Yeah, what's that?

We got a mole in the house...

a cock-sucking police stooge.

You sure about that?

Yes. I'm sure.

My guy in CVPD confirmed it.

Mm-hmm.

You know who it is?

Yes, I do.

Who is it?

You.

It could be argued that there is a fine line

between fantasy and reality.

Dimitri "Uzi" Olesky

just won his war against the Ryan mob.

Oh, and he paid a very heavy price to do it.

But all's fair in love and war,

and for now he is the undisputed crime boss

of Cuesta Verde.

Ironically, Boss Olesky will pay for his sins,

but retribution will come from a place he least expects it,

for, in the end, the scales of justice always tip one way or another.

Mrs. Felstein wasn't at her desk.

Sorry to just, uh, walk in on you like this.

That's because I sent her home early.

Close the door, please.

I wouldn't want to incriminate myself

in front of the assistant district attorney,

but Dimitri had me robbing one of his warehouses

down at the dock so I could file an insurance c...

Don't you have some work to do?

It can wait.

What's wrong?

You didn't say hello.

So hot.

I was... I was surprised you got that Socetti case dismissed.

Even Dimitri thought he was going downhill for that one...

especially after Homeland Security got involved.

Well, I had some help on that,

and Dimitri spread a lot of cash to make it go away.

Help, huh?

So Olesky does have a mole in Special Investigations.

Any idea who it is?

Not a clue.

Since when are you so nosy?

Anyway, it's a good thing he does.

I can't keep blowing big cases every week

without someone catching on.

You ever think...

what if you hadn't started taking bribes?

With Burke and Bannion dead,

you really could have amounted to something in this town.

Fuck you, darlin'.

I'll be something in this town because I can be bought.

They got off cheap with Burke.

But with me, they're gonna have to pay retail.

That's probably him. I'm not gonna get it.

Hello?

It's for you.

Hey, Maxxy, enough fun.

Get your fucking ass back over here right now, you hear me?

Yes, sir.

I'm on my way.

So he knows about us, huh?

He knows about everything, Max.

He's like God with a gun.

You sure you have to leave?

I was just gettin' warmed up.

Boss says, "Jump," I say, "How high?"

Swing by the house tonight, and we can finish what we started.

Sure...

if I don't get hung up.

Get up! Get the fuck up!

Come on, move, move!

You're a dead man, Max! You just don't know it yet!

So, you're telling me you're an undercover cop?

No, not a cop.

Just a highly motivated civilian.

I reached out to Sergeant Terello about 10 months ago.

He'll confirm that I've been working with the CVPD ever since.

I ain't confirmin' nothin' with nobody

until you start answerin' my questions... all my questions.

Fine.

So, I was running out of there as quick as my legs could carry me.

Wasn't easy with a bullet in my thigh.

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

I'm out.

I'm out, too.

Looks like this is the end of the road for you, Maxxy.

Maxxy, come out to play.

Who the fuck are you?

Were you expecting someone else?

Rah!

Yam.

Aaaah!

Aah!

Hey.

How are you?

You okay? Here. Stay with me. Stay with me.

Hey. Focus. Look at me. Look at me.

Hey, don't move. I need to dress your wound.

Aah!

Oh, God. Man up, pretty boy.

You know, you're lucky to be alive.

Luck had nothing to do with it.

You did.

Unless... I'm dead and this is all some sort of dream.