Heat

Yeah, you can leave her in the hallway for now.

Stabilizing here. Where's the portable x-ray?

Check, charge or cash?

Cash. And, uh...

...make it out to Jack's Demolition, Tucson.

Seven eighty-eight thirty.

Okay.

Hey.

Taking me to breakfast?

I can't, I'm meeting Bosko.

Hey, Vincent.

Mom, where are my barrettes? Hi, sweetie.

I saw them on the kitchen table. They're not there. I already checked.

Want me to make coffee? No school today?

My dad's taking me to the new building and then to lunch.

Try under the cushions on the sofa.

He's already a half an hour late.

He gonna show? Or that son of a bitch gonna stand her up like last time?

I'll make coffee. I'm out of time, babe.

Mom, where are my barrettes? They're not in the couch.

Wear the blue ones.

I don't wanna wear the blue ones. They don't match.

Did you check in your bathroom? I checked everywhere.

Well, what do you want me to do? Find them.

Mom, pay attention. All right, sweetie, all right. What?

Daddy's gonna be here. Okay, he's gonna-

I'm not gonna be ready. I can't be late.

You won't be late. No, I will be late.

Okay. Before Daddy comes, we can find them if we look together.

It's all right, baby. It's all right. No.

It's all right. It's all right.

We'll find them together, you and me. We'll find them together.

Just relax. He won't come before we find them. I promise you.

Hey. Give me another refill.

Now he wants a refill.

What's your name? Waingro.

You're Michael, huh?

You guys always work together?

All the time.

Real tight crew, huh? Real tight.

Yeah, if this works good, I'd consider going again, you know.

Yeah. Stop talking, okay, Slick?

How's he doing? A hundred percent.

Right on schedule.

Made a right on Venice Boulevard.

We're a mile and a half from you. Okay.

Just crossed over the number-one lane, 300 yards from you now.

Get set. I am.

Put that on.

Here we go.

Two eleven! Two eleven! We're being held up!

Two-eleven alarm. Armored car.

There's the call. Three minutes.

Clear!

Eighty seconds left!

Get back. Get back.

Get back!

Hey, Slick, you see that shit coming out of their ears?

They can't fucking hear you. Cool it.

I got it.

Got it.

You had to fuck with me.

You wanna fuck with me?

Come on! What the fuck are you doing?

What did you do? I had to, man.

Guy was making a move. Let's go.

Dumb motherfucker.

Step back, please, sir. I heard them.

A million six.

Forty cents on the dollar, 640,000 to you.

Here's a 150 front money.

Get you the rest in two, three days.

Know who owned these?

"Malibu Equity and Investments. "

Roger Van Zant. Owns banks in the Caymans.

Runs investment portfolios for offshore drug money. Stuff like that.

So? So you ripped off his bearer bonds.

He's got insurance.

That's the point. He collects 100 percent from the insurance.

He's a player. Maybe he buys his bonds back from us for 60 percent of their value.

And make 40 percent on top of the 100 percent.

Sell it back to him instead of going to the street. That's an extra 320,000 to you.

Try it on him.

Kelso called. About what?

A score he's putting out and wants you to look at.

What do I need his score for? I got my own.

Says it's clean and low eight figures.

Nine a. m. tomorrow. What happened out there?

Don't ask.

[DISPATCHER SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER RADIO]

Find the ambulance?

Dumped it four blocks from here. 22nd Street between Figueroa and Flower.

They torched it. Burned everything. The guns, clothes, everything.

Investigators are still working the scene...

They were airborne. Taped the last few seconds...

...of the black-and-whites doing demolition derby.

Stolen out of Fresno two weeks ago.

Yellow pickup truck out of Whittier day before yesterday.

You taking this one, lieutenant, or does it stay in Division?

This look like gangbangers working the local 7-Eleven to you?

Robbery-Homicide's taking it. Yeah. All yours.

We got three motorists. All they saw were men with masks. They were distant.

Console TV man over there however, he was closer.

He ID anybody?

Well, he was hiding. He heard it mostly.

Okay. What about them?

Right. Now, according to TV man, this guy started mouthing off.

Smart. Yeah, somebody called a guard "Slick. "

Slick? Yeah.

Now, this guy- I figure this guy went for that holdout piece, ankle holster, right?

From here.

Bang. Bang. Bang, bang, bang.

To his side.

This guy here has got what appears to be a double-tap entry wound to the sternum.

Tattooing around the head wound, scorched bone, close range.

Probably executed.

And it was a million six in bearer bonds, and they ignored the loose cash.

Because they had no time, because they were on a clock.

Which means they knew our response time to a 211...

...had our air, immobilized it, entered...

...escaped in under three minutes.

It's a good spot here. We got good escape routes.

Two freeways within a quarter of a mile. Traffic video camera?

Probably disabled. Check it anyway.

You recognize the M.O.?

M.O. is that they're good.

Once it escalated into a murder-one beef for all of them...

...after they killed the first two guards, they didn't hesitate...

...popped guard number three because what difference does it make?

Why leave a living witness?

Drop of a hat, these guys will rock 'n' roll.

The shape charge.

The shape charge indicates that they are technically proficient.

Proficient enough to go in on the prowl.

So let's start looking for recent high-line burglaries that have mystified us.

Run "Slick" as an alias to the FBl.

You're gonna get the phone book. Do it anyway.

Who's moving the bearer bonds?

Check the usual fences. You and I will check Cusamano and Torena.

I want you to take Goldstein and Alfaro. Hang in with Forensics.

From the bomb squad, I want the explosive.

If we're lucky, it's exotic. We can trace the sale.

Get your hand out of that man's pocket, Rachel.

Oh, Vince.

Want some pie?

Gotta go to the john.

Look, I had to get it on, man. He was making a move. I had to get it on.

Split's in the car. I took out of ours evenly...

...to make up for his full end.

Because I wanna pay off and get rid of this motherfucker right now.

Okay.

Hold it!

Hey.

Where's the rest? We're late.

Ooh, you look too good to go out. I could just jump you right here.

Where is it? Uh, squared the bookies, baby.

There's more in a couple days, so don't sweat it. We really are late.

Yeah, come on, you gotta be kidding me.

Honey, it ain't worth the risks you take for 8000.

Like in risk versus reward, baby.

Let's go. Get your coat.

There is no point talking to you. All you are is a child growing older.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means we're not making forward progress like real grown-up adults, living our lives.

I'm married to a gambling junkie who won't listen.

Charlene, get in the fucking car.

What am I doing in this rat-bastard situation?

You're not! What do you want from me? Leave the bankbook and car keys...

...in the kitchen on your way out. Are we going, or am I going alone?

You could keep that other crap but Dominick would go with me.

Don't you even think about-

Yeah. Tell me Albert Torena called back.

Albert Torena call Vincent? No.

No. Report came in.

The explosive was Dynex, linear-shaped charge used in demolition.

You can pick it up with a driver's license in Nevada, Arizona, New Mexico.

Too common to trace a sale, Vincent. Oh, that's wonderful.

Are you all right?

What happened? Where you been?

Work.

Lauren's dad show up?

Didn't call, didn't show. We waited for you till 10:30.

Now, does this guy have any idea what's going on with his kid?

I don't know.

Fucking jerk.

Well, is she okay?

She's been in her room all day.

So no, she's not okay. Neither am I.

Uh, I made dinner for us, four hours ago. Um-

Every time I try to maintain a consistent mood between us, you withdraw.

I got three dead bodies on a sidewalk off Venice Boulevard, Justine.

I'm sorry...

...if the goddamn chicken...

...got overcooked.

- seven men in Denmark, to a key defendant here.

Did you find it? Not yet.

There it is.

It's over here, somewhere.

Interior design? It's on the back wall.

Coffee, sir? Please.