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Cover the door.
Do you have a paper bag?
Fill it.
Now.
Let's go, Jack.
Hurry up, Jack.
Let's go! Shut up!
Hurry up!
Can't ya see I'm workin?
You tell the Sand Nigger hurry up!
I really like this job, I really like it!
I love this!
Let's go, hurry!
Thanks a lot.
Here come the cops.
Goddamn it!
Get down, you Sand Nigger, let's go.
I love this shit!
You got a red light?
So do I!
Bring it.
Yeah!
Get that fuckin' truck outta the way, Douchebag!
Goddamn, son of a.
Samantha Rork.
Ex-San Francisco Vice Cop hired by Hollywood Division
to investigate the International Drug Cartel
run by Matt Palmer.
Ryan Hayes.
A Homicide Detective who teams up with Samantha
that begins the investigation of a possible drug war
in the city of Los Angeles.
Samantha's something of a cowboy even though
she is a detective for Vice.
In Hollywood, trash like this gets it
from the business end of Sam's .38.
Matt Palmer.
Ex-CIA Operative overseas and presently head
of Palmer Enterprises.
His operations in heroin trade have brought him
to the city of Los Angeles.
Matt and his aide, Carl Pond,
are organizing regional drug dealers
to form a heroin distribution center in L.A. County.
Palmer fears only one man, that's Walter Singlaub,
major drug supplier.
Nigel Best, adult movie maker and contact
for both Ryan Hayes and Matt Palmer.
He's best known for what goes down in the city.
Bart North.
LAPD cop assigned to the Palmer Case
and briefly works with Samantha Rork.
Johnny Harper, a detective who's been teamed with Sam
with the understanding that the two detectives
will pool their resources to solve a string
of drug related murders.
Captain Renway heads the Palmer Investigations,
and bulldogs his detectives to squelch the drug war
that's brewing in the streets of Hollywood.
Ryan!
Hello, Love, come on in.
Who's your friend?
She's my partner.
What about the hit over at the Beverly?
Horrible, wasn't it?
I don't know, this is becoming such a pit of filth.
Look, I know you're not into dealin' anymore,
but you hear things, right?
They'd kill me for what I know.
But I'm harmless these days.
I got out when the Colombians came in.
So, what's going down in the city?
I don't normally do this,
but Ryan and I go back a long ways.
You still seeing that little makeup girl
from Henry Raisin's Crew?
You follow any of the coke around in this city, Honey,
and it goes back to Singlaub.
And I hear Manny Catoza is supplying a lot of his muscle.
But there's a new syndicate coming into Hollywood.
Cubans, East Coast, what are we talkin' about?
These are really bad motherfuckers, ex-CIA.
When Carter left office, half of the Foreign Operatives
were cut and they went into drugs.
From what I hear, they're doing pretty good.
But do you have any names?
No.
Does Carlos Zarutti mean anything to you?
He's the Italian.
He's also partners with the guys
that are bringing all of the heroin into Hollywood.
Where is he livin' now?
Monaco, of course.
So when's this gonna go down?
How the fuck should I know?
I have my own business to run.
You know something, Sweetie, you could make
a fortune in my business.
You're really cute, you know that?
No thanks, I'll pass.
Look, what's Henry up to these days?
Now there's a guy who keeps up with the trades.
Half his bimbos are on junk.
Buys it by the kilo.
But you don't quote me on that.
Sure.
Well, thanks for your time.
Leaving so soon?
Yeah, we gotta beat the traffic.
See ya around, Nigel.
Ryan?
Take a look at this, Love.
New girl I found, she's really hot.
No thanks.
Carl? Nigel.
Listen, Love, I've just had a visit
from a couple of homicide people.
They're on your ass.
No, I didn't tell them anything.
Look, why do you have to bring that up
every time I try and give you something?
No, no, I won't be at home tonight.
I've got an evening shoot over in the valley.
Okay, Love, ciao.
Oh, Little Maxie.
He's so cute.
Lipstick on his chin.
How's your leg, huh?
It's good. Feels good.
Oh, but the lipsticks you got is your shade.
Get that.
Take care of 'em.
Oh, Max.
Take care of 'em!
Look at these things.
They must feed 'em with blow.
Mine die in a week.
Well, do you water them?
Water?
Listen, I'm gonna go around to the back, okay?
Just relax, Sam.
Enjoy the scenery.
Can I help you?
LAPD homicide.
Where's Max?
He's in the den, he's busy.
Are you really a cop?
Tell him I wanna see him.
Sure.
Kim, keep him happy.
You got it.
How ya doin, huh?
Police, freeze!
Where the hell ya been, Sam?
Out back hunting rabbits.
Look, I'm gonna try real hard to stay calm here, huh?
Now I just wanna know one thing.
Why wasn't I informed about this action?
Brother set her up.
Routine lead.
Yeah, we didn't know the guy was gonna flip out on us.
1 don't like what I'm hearing here.
I mean, good God Almighty, this place looks like
a squashed armadillo on a Texas Interstate!
Now Channel 7's gonna get enough footage
outta this mess so the Chief is gonna
have you two on mandatory desk assignment!
What the hell ya think we're dealin' with here?
Born again Bible Students?
You write the report, we'll see.
Sir, we've got a lead on the Cochet Killing.
Now this thing is getting red hot
and we have got to move on it right now.
Oh, you mean, like, Nigel Best?
What'd he have to say?
He got barbecued in his car yesterday!
Now, as of this moment, the FBI is takin' over this case.
Now hold on a minute, Captain.
This is our jurisdiction.
Now, we're on to something here,
and they'll have to start from square one.
Well?
What do you have to say, Hayes?
Give us to the end of the week.
Hey, they already got our asses in a sling.
If the Feds take over from here,
they'll really rub our noses in it.
All right, but you two
are gonna promise me somethin', hear?
You're gonna keep the noise down!
Right, Captain.
A little girl was tappin'.
Workin' on one ulcer already.
Everything looks very healthy out there.
It's your audience, Sir.
Nervous, are they?
That shootout at Wells's House didn't help.
Yeah, what's the story on that?
Two cowboys from the Hollywood Division.
Detectives Ryan Hayes and Samantha Rork.
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