03x06 - Panama

[bunniefuu]

No, I cannot wait until I get home.

No, I have not called the doctor yet.

Because I just had some coffee, Annie.

♪ Everybody love money

♪ Everybody love dough

♪ So stay making money,
stay making money ♪

♪ Making dollars, making money

♪ Everybody love money

♪ Everybody love dough

♪ Everybody love paper

♪ Everybody want more

♪ So stay making money

♪ Everybody get dough

♪ That money talk, that money green ♪

♪ Want money, got money dreams

♪ Pull up in a foreign with her ♪

♪ My hoe looking foreign

♪ Like it's cocaine,
everybody love money... ♪

You got to be kidding me.

♪ Stay making money

♪ Making, making money

♪ I stay making money,
everybody get dough. ♪

What the...

Central, this is Jenkins, come in.

(CHOKING)

(g*nsh*t)

♪

COLE: The real k*ller got away,

and they framed Oswald for it,
so no one would ask questions.

- I have a question.
- Okay.

Who's "they"?

The shadow government.

- Mm-hmm.
- Trust me.

I've read the real
Warren Commission report.

So you're saying I shld be glad to be

on the pro-conspiracy team?

Your debate coach should call it
the pro-facts team.

- (CHUCKLES)
- But, yeah.

Don't be scared to be
on the right side of history.

I'm more nervous
about the public speaking.

The tournament's supposed to be
in front of, like, 100 people.

Just picture everybody naked.

What? No, that's gross.

You're right. That was a terrible idea.

Don't do that.

Actually, I have another solution I use.

Sugar or anything sweet

helps big time.

Little dry run. See what that gets us.

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

So aggressive.

Hey, how about another beer?

I saw your fight in the bar.

Whoo!

You used Krav Maga

and Muay Thai boxing.

So where'd you learn to fight like that?

Kicked around a bit as a kid.

Got b*at up in a lot of different ways.

I started fighting back.

Well, deep down,

even you know

you're not living up
to your potential, Wes.

- Do I know you?
- How many languages do you speak?

Seven.

Eight if you count Esperanto.

(SCOFFS) What is this?

We've been watching you since West Point.

You have a lot of talent.

It's fair to say that you excel
at everything you try.

School, sports, fighting, sh**ting.

And then you quit, or leave.

Mom always said I was good
at everything but life.

Well, I think it's because you lack

proper motivation and training.

(SCOFFS)

I might be a little drunk,

but you sound a lot like
the CIA or something.

Wait, are you CIA?

If you want to continue down
this path, then have at it,

but I've seen enough to know

that you can make a difference
in your life

and for your country.

What's the catch?

Well, it's like anything that matters:

you make sacrifices.

No friends, no family,

no attachments of any kind.

We're taking down the worst of the worst.

Wes,

I need total commitment.

MAYA: You've got a decision to make.

Coffee cake or scone?

You know what? Let's get out of here.

- Dad, what's wrong?
- Nothing, nothing.

Just another crazy conspiracy.

(TV PLAYING INDISTINCTLY)

Vanished.

Riana, why aren't you in school?

Who are you?

I'm Trish Murtaugh's 9:00.

Well, wait outside.

- Okay.
- This is my living room,

not a waiting room.

Don't I know you from somewhere?

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Roger, I'm with a client.

Who is this person

- on my couch?
- She's another client, honey.

There was a mix-up on the time.
We'll talk about it later.

I've seen her face before,
and I think there werr

prison bars between us.

- Roger.
- She drank all my milk.

Okay, we had this discussion...

I'm all for supporting you
having your own practice,

but there are criminals

in our house,

and one of them is on my couch,

eating my food, watching my TV. Roger.

She is my client, and...
and you know what?

I am not having this discussion

at work.

Speaking of... Don't close the door.

Don't you dare close that...

(STIFLED LAUGHTER)

Would you mind getting me
another cup of coffee?

♪

Bailey.

I need you to run this.

Find out everything you can.

Whose plates are these?

A suspect.

In this case?

Worse. Home invasion. My home.

Murtaugh, I'm stretched a little
thin with actual police work.

Okay, I get it. You need help.

No, I need a partner. Avery said
he put in my request weeks ago.

Listen, I'll do everything I can

to expedite the process if you...

uh...

So can we talk about the case?
Where's Cole?

No good morning? No nothing?

Morning, guys.

Roger, I got you a scone.

Oh, thank you. Then I ate it.

Well, it's the thought
that counts, right?

Suspect emptied most of the
safe deposit boxes on this side.

Smart. He didn't want us to know
what he was after.

Or he just wanted it all.
Is a sign of forced entry?

Nope. The outside alarm was cut,
but not in here. Not sure why.

This system has a cellular
back-up. If you cut it,

- it trigger alarms.
- Oh.

What's that?

COLE: It's a photo-electric
dual-beam motion sensor.

(SNIFFS)

Hairspray.

The polymers in hairspray
can illuminate the lasers.

And then it was redirected with a prism.

The outline is still here.

How do you know that?

'Cause that's exactly how
I would've done it.

Well, the bank manager
thinks it was Maury Jenkins,

the security guard who closed last night

and didn't show up for work today.

They got him leaving on camera.

- That's not Maury.
- Oh, you know Maury?

By name. And Maury's not scared
to show his face on camera

at the place he works.

That's not Maury.

Yeah.

This is exactly how I would've done it.

Okay, well,

since you know his every move

as if it was your own,

why don't you explain how he got past

the security cameras
and into the vault room?

Is there a bathroom in this place?

Our thief went in during bank hours.

No eye contact with anyone.

But polite.

Went to the restroom,

then waited until closing.

Then...

Crawled through the ventilation shaft

to the vent above the vault.

Aren't you forgetting one thing?

Where's Maury?

Is this how you would've done it?

Fractured trachea

and torn sternocleidomastoid
muscle indicate...

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

he was strangled from behind.

That's what Cole would've done.

- What?
- When we were at the crime scene,

he guessed every move the suspect made,

like he knew who it was.

Whoa. Like, Jason Bourne knowing

all the operatives of Treadstone.

Spy versus spy. Dope.

Not dope. You pull any prints?

Nope. You know, spies
burn their fingerprints off.

Do you have anything else?

Found blood on the victim
that wasn't his.

I ran it, but no hits,
probably because our spy,

I think, had his records expunged.

Okay, this whole spy thing,
like, you're pushing it.

Because it's awesome

and probably true.

- Uh-huh.
- But whoever's blood it is

lost a lot of it.

They'll need medical atntion soon.

I'd search local hospitals.

COLE: He wouldn't go to a hospital.

Instead, he'd go to a pet store?

Technically, a vet clinic.

One that had a noise complaint

across the street ten minutes ago.

Sounds like a break-in to me.

You know, when I got injured in Panama,

I had to break into a snake sanctuary

to get medical supplies. I hate snakes.

Panama?

How'd you get injured in Panama?

Wait, was this a mission or some sort of

- a exotic vacation?
- I was cliff diving.

- (GLASS SHATTERS)
- (DOGS BARKING)

Learn that in Panama, too?

(DOGS BARKING)

Don't be mad at me
'cause you're stuck in a cage.

(GRUNTS)

Hey, Wes. We just missed him.

Who the hell is this?

Roger, meet Tom Barn.

He taught me everything I know.

BARNES: Ha, ha.

Steak and eggs.

Good no matter what
time zone you're in. Ha.

Still in Syria?

I've been training Houthis in Yemen.

When did we side with the Houthis?

Well, I didn't say we
were siding with anyone.

Just where they sent me.

Oh. Feel free to speak freely.

I know where all the bodies are hidden.

Not literally, but since
we're all here together,

why don't you finish telling me
that story about Panama?

I got to the part where Cole

jumps off a cliff.

Let me guess.

You're here because our suspect
is one of yours.

He was.

His name is Wilson, Joshua Wilson.

And you trained this Mr. Joshua?

Well, he's one of my best.
Reminded me of you.

And he quit, too.

But I guess you can never really put

our line of work in the rearview.

And you know that better than me.

What's in his file?

He did all this overseas?

No. Right here in sunny California.

I thought Joshua stopped
believing in the greater good,

but turns out, he just wanted more money.

Became a contract k*ller
for the highest bidder.

Gets his work from a guy
named Saban Gashi.

Former Albanian arms dealer,

now a "broker."

Broker for who?

For people who don't want anyone to know

they're paying a lot of money
to k*ll other people.

Or rob banks.

But we don't know who's behind it yet.

Look, we appreciate all this intel,

but unless the CIA is working

within the U.S. borders,

we will handle the investigation.

Ah, damn it.

That jet lag has really
got me off my game.

Hell, I'm sorry about that.

This is steak sauce.

It's gonna stain.

Was that necessary? He loves those pants.

We need to talk, Wes.

Yeah, I'm a cop now.
Anything you want to tell me,

you can tell my partner.

We used to take down t*rrorists

planning the next 9/11.

Now you going after purse snatchers?

I was actually tryinto arrest

your former operative turned rogue.

Arrest? Look, people like Joshua
can't end up in prison.

You know, one of the things

I'm starting to dig about being a cop

is I can actually ask questions.

Maybe even talk the bad guys down.

Not just sh**t first and cover up later.

You know, I am trying
to respect your career change.

But Joshua is a thr*at

to national security.

In case you forgot, I'm retired.

I don't take orders from you anymore.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

(MOUSE CLICKING)

Bailey, thank God.

This wheel keeps turning,

and I think you need a new...

What did you do?

What did I do?

I just went above and beyond

for you to expedite my partner request

so that I don't have to run
your errands anymore.

Yes, but what does that got to do

with the boo-boo on your face?

'Cause I had to tail the car registered

to the plates that you gave me
to Boyle Heights.

Never a good thing.

Yeah, found your houseguest
on a street corner buying dr*gs

controlled by the Evergreen g*ng.

You know, they have ties
to the Mexican cartel.

I know. So I tried to arrest her
and bring her in.

She sucker-punched me and ran.

She punched you.

Yeah. That's why...

In the eye.

That's why I'm doing a BOLO now.

Yes.

Mm, mm, mm. I was right.

You were right. Is that what
you're getting from this story?

My wife's client is violent drug addict.

And she's in my house, drinking my milk.

Do you want to know what this feels like?

No. It's just, I'm concerned
for my wife's safety.

And I'm going to go get you

a bag of ice, okay?

What were doing at my computer?

I was trying to pull up
our suspect's file.

But that spinny thing started happening,

and I think it has a virus.

What was his name?

Joshua Wilson.

- Mm-hmm.
- Not much here.

Come to think of it,
Cole's file's just as short.

Cole's file? Did you learn anything?

What about his time in Panama?

It was redacted.

What about the guy who hired Joshua?

Saban Gashi.

Just a bunch of unpaid parking tickets

in Elysian Park... this week.

Hmm. Looks like someone likes to
take meetings in Elysian Park.

♪

GASHI: We had an agreement.

If you wanted more money,

you should've kept what was
in the other security boxes.

See, the other security boxes
don't interest me.

The only one that interests me is 7-1-3.

Yeah, I took a peek, and what was inside

is a lot more valuable
than the 50 grand you paid me.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

You don't understand.

I am just a middleman.

This is what we agreed to pay.

(TIRES SCREECH)

There's Gashi's car.

Want to call in backup,
set up a perimeter?

Well, backup means more cops, more g*ns,

more ways for this to go wrong.

Okay.

But do you mind bringing your w*apon?

Because I might need you to back me up.

You should leave yours behind, too.

(LAUGHS) One suspect is an arms dealer.

The other one's former CIA.

There's no chance I'm going
in there without my g*n.

- Leave your g*n behind, Roger.
- Please, tell me

what happened in Panama.

I'll tell you after we arrest these guys.

I... Maybe I'll just scroll
down your contacts

till I find the one person
willing to pay.

(g*n CLICKS)

LAPD. Do not move.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(b*ll*ts RICOCHETING)

(PANTING)

You're under arrest.

Put those on.

Soy, was I supposed to catch those?

(g*nsh*t)

(GRUNTS)

You can't pull the trigger, can you?

(LAUGHS)

(GRUNTING)

(SHOUTS)

MURTAUGH: Cole, behind you!

(g*nshots)

Cole.

(SIRENS WAILING)

You have a skewer in your arm.

I know.

It's not the first time.

And probably not the last.

Ouch.

Detective Cole's desk
is right over there.

Thank you.

Watch out for this one, Bailey.

He tends to make a mess.

Where's Cole?

He got injured, trying to arrest
one of your misfit toys.

Yeah, well, Cole had him, and he escaped.

Maybe you didn't hear this before,

but this is not your case.

But you know what?

While you're here, I do have
some questions of my own.

We contacted 24 of 25 of the owners

of the safety deposit boxes
that were robbed.

They all accounted for
what was in theirs.

But the last one,

box 713, no reply.

Who was it registered to, again?

Fleming Inc. A shell corporation.

A shell corporation. Right.

I'm guessing you know what was
in that box, don't you, Barns?

I hear three people were
k*lled in the park today.

And a whole lot more
people are at risk now

because Cole couldn't stop Joshua.

It's time for you to understand

who you're dealing with, Detective.

Oh, I get it. You trained Joshua
to do unspeakable things.

No.

I'm talking about your partner.

Um...

Sorry, just helping myself.

No ER, huh? You're really living
up to your badass spy persona.

I have a badass spy persona?

You know, the one I gave you.

Your suspect didn't leave
any fingerprints behind

at the crime sce. And I heard

that, uh, spies burn their
fingerprints off.

You ever consider
our suspect wore gloves?

Sure. Of course.

Guess I just had my own version
of what a spy was, you know?

Like, speedboats and skydiving
and pen darts.

Yeah.

It's a little different
than what you imagine.

♪

COLE: Listen...

I want to thank you for selecting me.

For pushing me.

Like I've always said,

all you needed was the proper motivation.

I hope you think that I'm ready

to be out in the field, because I am.

There's only one way to find out.

You ready to jump in the deep end, Wes?

Wait, tonight?

What is this, like a
dine and dash kind of thing?

Over my left shoulder, two tables back,

at the head of the table;
his name is Victor Vasquez.

I'm gonna need you to k*ll him.

When?

After I finish my steak.

Who is he? What did he do?

He's high up in the cartel.

Has ties to the Middle East.

Now, intel says that
he's brokering a deal

to smuggling weapons over the
border, along with dr*gs.

We can't let that happen, Wes.

Wait until he uses the restroom.

I'll have a car at the end
of the alley out back.

♪

♪

MURTAUGH (AS MICHAEL CORLEONE):
I'm not comfortable with this.

With what, honey?

With have certain unsavory
types of criminals in my home.

Your home? These are my clients.

In... my... home.

Where my wife sleeps, where my kids

play with their little toys.

In my home!

Okay... (LAUGHS)

- Enough with the Pacino impression.
- It's a pretty good one, huh?

Do you want to talk
about something or not?

You don't even know who she is.

Who is "she," Roger?

The milk thief, or the gangbanger.

The cop slugger.

- Or the...
- Or Luisa Gutierrez. That's my name.

Her.

What is going on?

Tell her what's up.

Tell her how you used police resources

resources to track my car,
have me follow.

Yeah, I did.

Because I was worried.

And now that I know exactly who you...

I'm a cop. Five-O. Just like you.

- I didn't know that.
- Hmm. You had her followed?

Uh, yeah.

Because I knew I recognized her.

Police academy.

I gave my Serpico speech
to the new cadets,

and you fell asleep,
right in the front...

(SNORES LOUDLY)
I'll never forget that face.

I should have remembered that.

You should have left my clients alone,

or talked to me first.

You know, he jeopardized almost
a year of undercover work.

She punched one of my detectives.

Yeah, I had to, because the g*ng
would have k*lled both of us.

Yeah, well, well,
why do you need a lawyer

if you're an undercover cop?

Because I am representing her
in a lawsuit, that is why.

A drunk got handsy with
a waitress at my favorite bar.

I popped him in the face, broke his nose,

and now he wants me to pay
his medical bills... that's why.

Well... (CLEARS THROAT)

Sounds like you did the right thing.

- Hmm.
- Both of you.

And I did the wrong thing.

MAYA: "We can't ignore the truth
behind the tragedy.

"Oswald did not act alone.

"And as we review the evidence,

we'll see one coincidence
after another..."

The opening is lame, isn't it?

Is your seat belt on, honey?

Yeah.

Can't be a coincidence.

Okay, stay in the car.

Dad, what's going on?

Everything's fine. Just stay here.

(GRUNTS)

Why are you following us?

You have to talk to Barnes.

I'm not talking to Barnes,
I'm talking to you.

So unless you want me to snap
your neck, you better talk.

For your protection.

What the hell are you talking about?

Come on, man.

You think Barnes would be here
if Joshua just robbed a bank?

He stole the Special Ops list.

The CIA list of missions and operatives.

What, is Joshua trying to leak it?

No. He's trying to sell it.

It's not just operatives.
Their families, too.

Names, addresses, everything.

Your family's on that list, too.

What the hell happened?

Two months ago, the Special
Ops list went missing.

Someone found it before us.

Saban Gashi.

Nah, he was a middleman.

We need to find the buyer.

- Who is it?
- We have a lot of enemies, Wes.

You're tracking Joshua
right now, aren't you,

waiting for him to make the deal?

You're willing to risk lives,

my family's, so you can find a buyer?

Whoever gets their hands on that list

threatens national security.

A lot more lives will be in danger.

You're not doing this without me.

You going to arrest me, Detective Cole?

If I have to. Or you let me in.

If you're in, that partner
of yours is out.

Joshua's heading to the Mojave Desert

to meet the buyer.

When we find him,
be ready to put him down.

You think you can remeber how it's done?

It's not something you forget.

BARNES: His name is Victor Vasquez.

I'gonna need you to k*ll him.

(WATER RUNNING)

(HEARTBEAT POUNDING)

Please... don't.

Por favor?

(GRUNTING)

(SILENCED g*nsh*t)

(HEARTBEAT POUNDING)

(SILENCED g*nsh*t)

(SOFIA SCREAMING)

Victor? Mi amor.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

¡Ayuda!

¡Ayuda!

Someone's following us.

MURTAUGH: Partners are like family.

You need someone you can rely on.

Someone you don't have to track

in case they go behind your back.

Who answers their phone 24/7,

tells you everything,
from what they had for breakfast

to, uh, what they did in Panama.

Are you talking about
my partner or yours?

(TIRES SCREECHING)

They were aiming at the tires.

Bailey, there's one more thing
you want in a partner.

Make sure they never sh**t at you.

That's Joshua's car.

He's in there.

I'll go in first.

Use that junker to get
on the roof, and then drop in.

But the clock is ticking, Wes.

You know what to do.

Let's go.

BARNES (OVER COMM): You're all clear.

MURTAUGH: Who are you calling?

Trying to contact RHD. We need backup.

We don't have time for that.

♪

Hey, over here.

I'm sorry to do this,

but I need to commandeer your vehicle.

It's police business.

We just got married. Congratulations.

But I'm still gonna need the car.

C-Can we come with you?

(MUSIC PLAYING OVER RADIO)

You know, I think you guys

are gonna go somewhere else
for your honeymoon.

Any candy colas
or Atomic Fireballs back there?

No, no, no.

Hands up.

This again?

What the hell are you doing, Wes?

Wes.

sh**t him, now.

Do you know what's on that thing?

Oh, I know it's worth a lot more

than I made for God and country.

Take another step
and Barnes will sh**t you.

You're with Barnes?

Not anymore.

Move out of the way, Wes.

Wes, move now.

I'm trying to do the right thing here.

So why don't you put
the cuffs on this time?

CHANG: Sir, the buyers are here.

BARNES: Damn it.

- WOMAN: Operator.
- I don't care how you do it,

but get me through to Sofia Vasquez now.

(PHONE RINGING)

Who is this?

BARNES: It doesn't matter.

But I'm someone who knows
what you're really after.

Wes Cole.

I can...

give him to you.

But you have to leave now.

No list, no buy.

Just him.

(SCREAMING)

You have a deal.

What's your play now?

Hope they drive away.

Vamonos.

(CANS RATTLING)

Who are we arresting?

Everybody.

LAPD!

Out of the vehicles, now!

Chang.

Get that list.

(GROANS)

Don't let him get away, Wes.

Wes, stop him.

He's getting away with the list.

Wes! Stop him. Don't let him
t away with that list.

Wes, stop him. Stop him.

Wes!

Murtaugh, behind you!

♪

Highway patrol found
that SUV from the scene.

Let me guess. The sh**t
were nowhere to be found.

- We'll find them.
- (ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

Maybe that's something
you and your new partner

can look into.

BAILEY: This has to be a joke.

Bailey, I know her first
impression left a mark.

(CHUCKLES)

But she was undercover at the time.

Now we can start again.

- Proper.
- Um...

my name's Luisa Gutierrez.

Most people call me Louie or the Gute.

Call me Luisa and I'll match
your eye color.

That was almost proper.

Murtaugh, are you serious
with this "Gute"?

MURTAUGH: She's done
with her undercover work,

you need a partner,

it's the perfect match.

Perfect? You can throw her
back on the street,

- because she's not a cop.
- You want to try and say that again?

Oh, you real loud now, but
you are running before, right?

- Ladies, ladies.
- (OVERLAPPING ARGUING)

♪ She got g*ns that make you
feel like a flop ♪

♪ Pick it up...

Bailey, she's got a g*n!

Oh..

g*n.

You know this guy?

Yeah, this is Scorsese.

Scorsese, meet the Gute.

Hi.

My new partner.

I feel my lungs in my mouth.

I'll give her a week.

Make it work.

Welcome to the precinct.

Hey, Cole. Where you headed?

I'm gonna pick up Maya for this
debate practice thing she has.

You all right?

At the end of it all,
I still had to k*ll Joshua.

I did exactly what Barnes wanted.

You didn't do it for him.

That guy was driving right at me.

I could've been dead or flat or both.

I had to do that a lot back then,

pull that trigger.

Just... want to be
different now, you know?

Well, the simple fact that
you're even talking about it

proves you are.

Listen, sometimes
we got to take the sh*t.

But that doesn't change the fact
that you're a good cop.

- And a, eh, okay partner.
- (ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)

Thanks, Roger.

Hey. Can I ask you a question?

What really happened in Panama?

We have our whole lives ahead
of us to figure each other out.

I don't want to...
I'll figure it out now.

I'd like to figure it out now.

♪ Hmm...

Is it boring to always be right?

♪ Hmm...

I was wrong

to check on your client behind your back.

I mean, I should do a better
job of respecting your space.

This house is just as
much yours as it is mine.

Well, it's a little bit more...

- What? No.
- (LAUGHS)

It is equal.

♪ Baby, I know all the games... ♪

I'm sorry.

Apology accepted.

And thank you for getting Luisa a job.

No problem, but don't
call her that to her face.

She prefers "the Gute."

Oh, okay. Good to know.

Listen.

I'm gonna need you
to be patient with this.

I'm building my own law practice.

It takes time.

I know.

It's just, you have such a big heart

and I don't nobody to
take advantage of it.

They should be paying you
top dollar for that

top legal mind of yours.

"Top legal mind."

- I like that.
- You're brilliant...

- Mm.
- ...and caring...

- Oh, honey.
- ...thoughtful...

and you're still dressed. Why is that?

(LAUGHS)

♪ Too, oh...

(PHONE RINGING)

Dad, "grassy knoll" makes me
laugh every time I read it.

I can't keep a straight face.

The judges are never
gonna take me seriously.

Maybe say "Dealey Plaza" instead.

Oh, good idea.

Dad, you can still pick me up, right?

I get to watch my daughter
single-handedly take down

the Warren Commission.

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Okay, Dad.

Love you. Bye.

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES)