True Detective

I paid for fucking avocado trees

and now you tell me can't grow?

Man can come, test the dirt.

I thought one of you'd be able to taste it

off your finger and tell me what's wrong.

Frank, that's enough.

Like it fucking matters.

Can't deal with this shit now.

We should talk

if we want to reschedule that doctor's appointment.

We'll get back on the kid when I get my feet under me.

Maybe we've been going about it wrong.

How's that, specifically?

Right now there's so many things for me

to go about the wrong way, I'm losing my fucking vision.

The baby.

Maybe we should talk alternatives.

Like what, another dog?

Adoption.

No, you don't do somebody else's time.

My own kid, I see. Yeah, it's my responsibility.

But you don't take on somebody else's grief.

A child's not grief.

I mean they all come in with their own.

Don't you and I and every other hapless monkey on the planet?

At least with your kid, it's your sins.

What if I can't have a child?

Why wouldn't you? You got pregnant before, you said.

Maybe that's--

the operation, it...

might have made things hard.

I don't know.

You can have a kid. Look at you.

But if. I'm saying if.

You should get more tests.

Whatever they got.

I gotta go to work.

If I don't come up with a new play,

the dead trees, the present from the stork

are gonna be what they call moot points.

All right, Frank.

Go to work.

Hello, motherfucker.

We put out some fires last night or what?

I, uh--

I drove here?

You don't remember meeting me at Lux?

No.

I'm glad you did, man.

DVR'd the game.

Here, sit down. Have some waffles.

I got work.

You let yourself go, man.

Be what you want. It ain't bad.

Need a ride to your bike?

No.

No.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Come on. No.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Officer Woodrugh!

What's your comment on the war crimes allegation?

Were you involved with the securing of a village outside Habbaniyah?

Would you say your behavior with Lacey Lindel follows a pattern

given the accusations against Black Mountain operatives?

Do you have a history of abuse with women?

Say, about 5'10", maybe 160?

- What do you think? - I think we fucked up.

So it wasn't the transpo guy.

No, it was somebody who wanted us to think it might be

dumping the car near his place.

Listen, that thing at the mayor's house...

I respect the sack, but it's--

it's looking to come back on you.

Ooh, the mayor of the Shitberg Landfill is gonna get me?

His family's controlled this landfill for 100 years.

And he lives in the biggest house on his street in Bel-Air.

You think men like that exist without a long history of high-up friends?

I don't think he's gonna have too many friends,

the state investigation shakes out.

Unless it's his cellmate.

That's what I'm telling you, Bezzerides.

State investigation, you don't think they've seen that before down here?

Any member of that family ever gone to jail?

Look...

Detective, the state investigation's a shakedown.

Do you understand?

It's the attorney general with his fucking hand out.

Hand out for what?

What's a hand usually out for?

Caspere was in a lot of development money.

These land deals floating around, those new corporations?

You think this is about stopping Vinci

doing the same thing it's been doing for a century?

Nobody wants to stop it.

Nobody gives a shit.

I'm here to solve a murder.

And when our betters make nice and the money's traded hands

and they need something to show for this big investigation,

who do you think's gonna be first in the firing line?

I'm gonna take a wild guess that you and Woodrugh

ain't the most popular folks at your squads.

Expendable, one might say.

Well, you're not dirty, they shouldn't be able to hurt you.

Well, I don't know about Ventura, but you can't be that naive down here.

If there's a buyout with the state attorney,

Chessani could make your ass part of the deal.

Where's Woodrugh?

He was working prosts last night.

- ( phone buzzing ) - I hope he didn't fall in.

Velcoro.

Ani: That a barroom sunburn?

Maybe I've just been out in the sun working bullshit pawn details.

You know what? I could give a shit.

I don't think there's any confusion about that, Detective.

Armin: Frank, what you ask, you would need to be family

just to avoid insult.

Family is blood.

Blood spilled is blood.

'99. '03.

January 2010.

I've done you favors.

What you mention-- history.

We paid for that.

You paid Osip back

when he was around to be paid.

Me?

I just call it a favor.

And you think what, an old favor gets you free merchandise?

I don't want a handout.

I wouldn't take it.

I'm talking consignment.

I've got the Lux back.

I need product to move through it.

Notice I'm not talking to the Mexicans

or Russians.

I'm talking to you.

I'm offering 5% above your going rate.

I need coke, crystal,

and whatever the fuck they call MDMA now.

We move it through the club, you get paid plus five.

It's a risk, Frank.

For me, not for you.

Our men handle sales.

No, I run the club.

I control who moves what and when

and they answer to me.

Your only concern is your money.

Santos had his own arrangement.

Mexicans.

I'll deal with it.

Armin: And how have you dealt with things since you've been away, huh?

Why you back to this, Frank?

I think it's because your other plan, it somehow failed.

Why now would we trust you not to fail in this, huh?

It's respectable, what I'm offering.

I'll upscale your clientele, increase your market.

And together we'll prosper.

We don't do consignment, Frank.

5% is not a one-time number.

It's monthly.

Month in, month out.

It is a long-term investment

in a mutually beneficial relationship.

Then we're settled at five.

All that sugar, Frank,

I wonder you haven't lost your teeth.

Dental work's expensive.

It's the only way I can keep your coffee down.

I never lost a tooth.