Fire with Fire

What's he doing in there?

I thought he was right behind us?

He's getting something for the bar owner.

He's getting something for the bar owner?

I think I see him.

Mission accomplished.

- Here you go, sir. - No, no, no.

- Are you sure? - Yeah.

That's an expensive case of Scotch.

- Merry Christmas, guys. - Merry Christmas to you.

- Thank you very much. - Thanks, man, thanks.

So what do you guys say? Happy hour my place 6:00 a.m.?

Let's go!

Yeah. Thanks.

Let's do this.

I'm gonna throw this up front.

I'm sorry your night got ruined.

Hopefully this makes you feel a little better.

She was cute! Look at you.

Jeremy Coleman... one-man community outreach program.

Don't say it! Okay, I don't want to hear it.

Let's just try and give this one more than a couple weeks.

Just because you've been domesticated doesn't mean I want to be domesticated.

I need you to get domesticated. We need another couple to hang out with.

Another exciting night of Pictionary? No thank you, I'm good.

Pictionary, Charades, some fuckin' Boggle...

Your jabbering is delaying my drinking. Let's get mobile.

I'm right behind you. Let's do this.

We gotta stop by the store, get provisions.

What are you doing for Christmas?

What do I do every Christmas? I'm picking up a shift.

We're having dinner with Maria's family. You're invited.

- She insists. - Thank you, really, but I like

working the holidays. Let's go. - Of course.

Grab me some...

Stop! Before you ask for whatever shit you're about to ask for,

- remember, 15-year-old Scotch. - That means it's good, Craig.

I understand now, fellows. Thank you.

- Grab me a double bag of Funyuns. - Fuck.

- Are you kidding me? - Come on.

If I'm not mistaken, we're about to drink this upscale booze

in plastic cups in your shitty apartment at 7:00 in the morning,

so ease up off the sommelier shit and grab me some fucking Funyuns!

You're disgusting.

We'll be across the street getting gas. All right?

And some black licorice, Jeremy!

I like my licorice like I like my women.

Don't discriminate, Jeremy!

Yo, Jeremy!

- What's up, man? - Morning, fellas!

You don't have to straighten up for me, Calvin, that's all right.

You know I'm playing in that holiday tournament tomorrow night.

- You better show up this time. - I'll be there, I'll be there.

I promise. Pringles 3-pointer... hit me.

Look at that kid.

And that's why the college scouts keep calling.

It's looking like a full ride now.

Hell, they might even take me.

Yeah right, Dad. Keep dreaming.

So you've been out rescuing cats from trees?

Yeah, something like that. When are you gonna join up?

Yeah right, maybe the Second Coming.

How you doing, fellas?

Help you with something?

Keep your nose on the floor, you fucker!

Settle down.

- Now! - Okay.

Don't you do nothin'.

Okay.

Why don't you come out from around the counter?

Get on your knees right here!

Get your nose on the fuckin' ground.

Get on your knees!

Kneel down.

Now, my man that came in here last week,

he told you I wanted your store.

Now you told him that

you weren't gonna give up the lease.

I told him I was sorry,

but this is a good location for us.

Yeah, I know it's a good location.

- It's got freeways. - Yeah.

Easy to move packages in and out.

I know it.

This whole neighborhood

belongs to the Eastside Crips.

Eastside Crips.

Look, I have to pay them every month.

I'm under their protection.

So it's no disrespect to you,

but that's the reason you can't do business here.

If you want me to, I can call them for you.

I mean you can talk to 'em for yourself.

Look, I'll get my phone.

Put your chin up!

I was just gettin' my phone.

I mean if you want to, you can talk to 'em.

I'd like that, yeah. Yeah, get your phone.

Don't fucking tempt me! I want to!

Here.

Hey, what's up, cuz?

My name is David Hagan.

I don't care much what yours is.

Listen, you gonna go up against me, I'll kill you.

I'll kill you and everyone close to you.

- Jesus! - Calvin!

- No. - Yeah, yeah!

- Oh Jesus, oh Jesus Christ. - Shut the fuck up.

- Tell him I shot your son. - What did you kill him for?

Come on, Dennis. Tell him I shot your son.

- Come on, Dennis. - Oh my God.

Tell him to prove a point I shot your son.

It'll mean more if you do it.

- Shit. - Come on, baby, come on.

- Come on, come on. - Nah.

- No, Dennis! - Now we're talking.

Hi, I'm back.

Listen, if I want your territory,

I'll take your territory.

It's been nice talking to you.

What about him?

I don't know, genius. Figure it out.

Fuck.

God damn it!

Jeremy!

- Jeremy! - Jeremy!

- Oh shit. - What is it, man?

- Jeremy. - Call 911.

- Jeremy, are you all right? - Call 911. They shot Calvin.

- Who? - They shot Dennis.

Who, who, who? Who shot Dennis?

Mike? Mike?

You're gonna want to see this.

- What's the charge? - Murder in the first.

- Who caught the case? - Paxson.

I know... there was no evidence at the scene,

but there was an eyewitness, and he's solid...

he was like three feet away from Hagan.

Please tell me they didn't fuck this up.

It's a slam dunk even for him.

- It's done. - Tell Paxson I'm taking over the case.

- When are they making the arrest? - He's already in the box.

David Hagan, line up. Let's go.

Lieutenant.

How are you doing, Mike?

Great.

Lieutenant.

Jeremy, hey.

I'm Detective Mike Cella, District Attorney Sharon Westlake.

Harold Gethers, criminal attorney.

When you see the man you saw at the store,

say his number and he'll step forward and repeat

- one of the phrases you heard. - What he claims to have heard.

It's number four.

Number four, step forward and repeat the phrase.

Number four, please step forward.

Yeah.

Jeremy Thomas Coleman.

Oh my God.

434-60-5119. He lives at...

Okay, for the record I knew nothing about that.

And what he just said does not constitute an actual threat.

- Your client just read... - I believe my client has not

been formally identified.

That's him.

We have a responsibility to our witness

- and I don't mean procedurally. - Obviously.

I mean emotionally, morally.

- He ID'd Hagan. - Jeremy needs to know

who he's testifying against and he needs to know your end of it.

I'm telling you we're gonna have to play good cop, bad cop here.

All right, tell me about him.

Local, born and bred, parents died in a fire when he was eight,

couple of group homes, some juvie stuff,

entered the fire academy, only job he's ever had.

No other family?

Good. Makes it easier for us.

See you in a minute.

Hello, Jeremy, thanks for waiting.

Before Detective Cella gets here,

I'd like to give you some background information, okay?

Okay.

Okay. A few years ago,

after David Hagan turned his Aryan following

in San Quentin into a street crew,

Detective Cella and his partner decided

to go after his organization.

They made cases against some of these guys.

They wanted them to flip, to testify for the state.

That didn't work out.

Hagan killed Detective Cella's partner

and his partner's wife.

You gonna tell him how the DA's office

- gave up on the case? - Stop.

That had nothing to do with this case.

Yeah, and neither does a half a dozen or so crimes

on Hagan's rap sheet.

- Tell him the truth! - The truth is...

we can't get Hagan unless you testify.

The truth is Hagan is a sociopath.