Resupply

Turn on the lights!

-Turn it on! - Okay. Okay! Hold on! Hold on!

- Can you feel that? -Yeah.

-Turn around, I pull the trigger. Got it? -Uh-huh.

You got a part of a weapons shipment from the Greeks. Where is it?

Greeks dicked me.

Should've guessed, right, with a name like Turk?

-Maybe they didn't know I was black. -Hilarious.

They found someone who could take the entire load.

That was too much weight for me.

That high-tech shit ain't easy to sell.

-Who is it? -I don't know--

- -Keep your goddamn eyes forward.

I mean, I got some stuff. It ain't much...

- Show me. -It's over there.

- Move. - Okay. Okay.

- Open it. -I gotta open it, too?

God damn it.

The hell is that?

It was a special order.

Gangster's birthday present for his daughter.

He called it Sweet Sixteen.

-You got ammo? -Uh-uh.

I don't hand it over loaded, my friend.

-Real way to get jacked. -Yeah, not good enough.

Hey... I've done nothing to you.

I'm just a guy trying to make a living. Supply and demand.

What people do with the guns isn't on me.

Swear to God.

You believe in God, Turk?

Well, right now, I want to.

Look, man...

I ain't seen you, don't know you, don't want to.

So how about you let a brother go, huh?

For Christ's sake.

- - Let's go to bed.

Get up.

Oh, you're getting so big.

Brush your teeth, okay?

- Good night. - Love you.

Love you, too.

- -How'd we do?

-"How'd we do?" -Yeah.

An Ithaca, SAW, M4, M40, ammo and grenades, right?

- Yeah. -Yeah.

He didn't have any of that shit.

Nothing.

Maggot Turk.

-What? -Yeah.

He said that the whole shipment went to someone else.

Well, the NYPD doesn't know that.

I accessed their e-mails and informant reports.

I mean, they were all over Turk. You gotta believe me.

Believe you? You know what I believe in?

Resupply and logistics, that's what I believe in.

NYP... I don't give a shit about the NYPD.

You wanna go up against Agent Orange with a pink Ruger and no ammo?

Is that what you wanna do, Lieberman? Huh?

-Is this it? No? -No, of course not.

- No? -

You find my goddamn guns.

We are about to be the proud owners

of a million dollars' worth of illegal weapons.

Right now the guns are on a freighter just off the three-mile line

due into Jersey tomorrow.

We could, uh, roll up the Greeks and the guns the minute they hit the dock.

Or, you know, maybe we just tomahawk their asses.

Send 'em to Davy Jones' Locker. Kill 'em all. What do you say?

Yeah, sure. Whatever.

Can't trace the deposits into Wolf's offshore account.

The Greeks and the guns?

Uh, what?

The Greeks and the guns.

Now, why don't we just take 'em while they're still on the boat?

No, I want to catch 'em on US soil, in the act of selling them.

We hit the boat, all we get is the crew,

who likely don't know what they're carrying.

Wolf did a lot of work on this case. Let's see it through.

He was a good cop.

-For a dirty cop. -

I, uh, need your authorization...

for the tactical operation.

- -

Rafi.

Uh, Agent Stein, this is--

Operations Director Hernandez. Pleasure to meet you, sir.

Likewise. Sam, right?

Mind if I borrow her for a minute?

Yes. Of course, uh...

Excuse me.

-It's good to see you. -And you.

You've lost weight.

- You haven't. -

So, Dinah Madani, special agent in charge.

Acting SAC. Hmm.

Perform well, and the position becomes permanent.

And how much did you have to do with this, Rafi?

They ask, I recommend.

Past that, I'm just one voice in the wilderness.

You're... you're so full of shit.

The Office of the Inspector General is taking over

the investigation into Wolf's death.

There are questions.

He was dirty.

-Thirty-million-in-the-bank dirty. -Yes.

And Wolf being corrupt

puts this whole field office under a cloud.

It has to go up a level.

First Kandahar, now Wolf.

Seems like everyone's telling me what not to investigate.

Grow up, Dinah.

I recruited you 15 years ago

with the ambition to put you right where you sit.

We shared that, you and I.

Earn your stripes here...

and then you get to decide how things are done,

shape policy.

But that involves playing as part of a team.

You were always passionate.

It fueled you in a good way.

But obsession--

I'm not gonna give up trying to find whoever killed Ahmad Zubair

or why.

He was our ally, Rafi.

It was war.

Sometimes the wrong people get killed.

Don't lose sight of the greater good we serve by focusing on one injustice.

What about the people at risk

from those guns you're about to snatch from the Greeks?

You wanna make a difference?

Work this desk, work this office, make your cases.

And you came all the way from DC to tell me that?

I came to make sure you understand the opportunity that lies before you.

To make sure you take it.

Unless this is...

not right for you anymore?

Don't play me, Rafi.

I'm heading back to DC. You don't need a babysitter, Dinah...

just a priority check.

Is that mine?

-Cleaned this thing in the past year? -

I mean, that's kinda low. Taking your partner's gun.

I'm sorry, are we partners?

Lieberman, say your kid asks you for a dog, right?

He begs you for it, so you finally get him one. But...

he doesn't take care of the dog.

-He doesn't feed it. -

And he doesn't walk it. Doesn't clean it.

So the dog gets sick, brings home fleas.

Dog pisses in the house. What do you do?

Well, I don't shoot the dog.

You know, if that's what you're asking. Or the kid.

I mean, I am the kid in this, uh, metaphor, right?

You show the kid how to feed the dog...

and walk the dog and take care of the dog.

But you only do it once.

There's your weapon.

For the record, I know how to clean the dog.

-That right? -All right? Yeah, it's just...

-Yeah? -This is for show. Okay?

-I never use this. - It's for show, huh?

You know, where I'm from, that weapon,

that's the difference between life or death.

You pull it out, you better be ready to use it.

It's not for show.

We should have just got the guns on the street.

Yeah, is that what we should have done, Lieberman?

You wanna put money in those animals' hands?

That's not happening, all right? Not on my watch.

I keep forgetting about your thing, Frank.

Only do unto bad guys.

Rob Badass Peter so you can kill Psycho Paul,

so on and so forth. What do you call that?

Is that a code? I mean, is it a mantra?

It's not a mantra, right? Is it an ethos?

What if we got you a little pair of green tights

-and a pointy cap with a feather in it... -

Who's calling you?

It's your wife.

Um...

Why does Sarah have your number?

I got hers.

Why?

Leverage.

Leverage on who?

-You. -

You gonna find out what she wants?

-Knock yourself out. - Yeah.

Pete, hi. It's, uh... It's Sarah Lieberman.

I hit you with my car.

Sorry again about that. Um, but the reason I'm calling is

I need you to sign a statement for my insurance.