Crime 101 (2026)
Director: Bart Layton
Screenplay: Bart Layton
Based on: Crime 101 by Don Winslow
Cast: Chris Hemsworth (Mike / James Davis), Mark Ruffalo (Det. Lou Lubesnick), Barry Keoghan (Ormon), Halle Berry (Sharon Combs), Monica Barbaro (Maya), Corey Hawkins (Det. Tillman), Jennifer Jason Leigh (Angie Lubesnick), Nick Nolte (Money), Tate Donovan (Steven Monroe), Devon Bostick (Devon), Payman Maadi (Sammy Kassem), Babak Tafti (Ali), Deborah Hedwall (Anne), Paul Adelstein (Mark), Drew Powell (Det. Townsend), Matthew Del Negro (Police Captain Stewart), John Schwab (Foster)
Release dates: January 28, 2026 (London); February 13, 2026 (United States)
Plot: In Los Angeles, Mike is an elusive and disciplined jewel thief, carefully planning robberies to avoid violence and DNA evidence while escaping via U.S. Route 101. Intercepting a diamond delivery carrying decoys, he steals $3 million in genuine diamonds but is shaken after being grazed by an unexpected bullet. He calls off a planned robbery in Santa Barbara, but his fence, Money, enlists volatile young biker Ormon instead.
LAPD Detective Lou Lubesnick links the diamond theft to Mike’s string of unsolved robberies and suggests a lone suspect is responsible, but his theory is dismissed. Preparing another heist, Mike pays Devon, a hacker, for information on Sharon, a high-end insurance broker. Long undervalued by her firm, Sharon is further frustrated when a new colleague closes a lucrative deal with the wealthy Steven Monroe. After Ormon violently carries out the Santa Barbara job, Mike cuts ties with Money, who directs Ormon to intercept Mike’s next heist.
The lonely Mike strikes up a romance with a stranger, Maya, after she rear-ends his car. He realizes he is being tracked by Ormon, who threatens Devon into revealing that Sharon is connected to Mike’s plan. Sharon rejects Mike’s attempt to recruit her as an accomplice, and Mike spots Ormon, confronting him after a high-speed chase; realizing he has been sent by Money, Mike warns Ormon to stay away. Separating from his unfaithful wife, Lou finds himself joining Sharon’s yoga class. He discovers the car Mike used in the diamond robbery, and a trace of blood inside matches Mike’s juvenile record with his birth name, James.
Denied a promotion yet again, Sharon agrees to help Mike. Demanding a $3 million share, she provides inside information on an illicit diamond purchase Monroe has arranged to make with $5.5 million in cash, for his upcoming wedding at the Beverly Wilshire Hotel. Lou is suspended for refusing to help cover up the police shooting of another jewel thief but continues his investigation and tracks down Mike’s foster mother. Ormon viciously interrogates Sharon, who turns to Lou for help and admits everything and quits her job after excoriating her boss. Wary of Mike’s secretive nature, Maya ends their relationship after he reveals he will be leaving town.
The briefcase of diamonds arrives with a courier, and Mike takes the place of his security guard, unaware Lou is posing as the courier himself. Driving to the hotel, the two of them deliver the briefcase to Monroe and his fiancée Adrienne in the wedding suite. Mike seizes the cash at gunpoint, but Lou retrieves a gun from the case and reveals himself as a police officer. Their standoff is interrupted by Ormon, disguised as a hotel employee. Demanding the case, he shoots and wounds Monroe, but Mike kills Ormon before he can shoot Lou. Allowing Mike to escape empty-handed, Lou uses knowledge of financial crimes Monroe has committed to force Monroe and his fiancée to support his story as he frames Ormon for Mike’s robberies.
Having stolen the decoy gems taken into evidence from Mike’s earlier heist, Lou swaps them with real diamonds from the briefcase, which he gives to Sharon to start a new life. He discovers Mike has left him his vintage Chevy Camaro, and Mike sends Maya a childhood photo, asking her for a second chance.
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Transcript
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[slow, intriguing music playing]
[yoga instructor] Take a deep breath in.
[Davis inhales]
[yoga instructor] And exhale.
[Davis exhales]
[yoga instructor] Inhale…
[Davis inhales]
[yoga instructor] And exhale.
[Davis exhales]
[yoga instructor] Notice the beat of your heart.
The rhythm of life.
[scrubbing continues]
You hold the power to create
all that you desire out of nothing.
You okay?
Yeah.
[yoga instructor] What do you see?
What do you feel?
Remember that there is great power within you.
[shutter and chain creaking]
And that power will guide you on your journey.
Let me see the gun.
Is it loaded?
I suggest you load it.
[gun magazine clicks]
[yoga instructor] Today is a beautiful day of opportunity.
I am exactly where I need to be.
[sighs]
[alarm ringing]
[yoga instructor] I open myself to the universe
and trust in the unfolding of my life.
[sighs softly]
[yoga instructor] This day will bring you peace
and an opportunity for success.
[AI voice] Track your buddy.
[yoga instructor] Feel this moment.
[engine starts]
[tires screech]
Have a beautiful rest of your day.
[AI voice] You have found your buddy.
[exhales softly]
[suspenseful music playing]
[exhales deeply]
Don’t say anything unless you have to. Okay?
[car beeping]
[beeping stops]
[clicking]
[bell buzzing]
[speaking Farsi] Are you good?
[Ben speaking Farsi] Everything is good.
Who is this?
[in English] This is my cousin.
[Sammy speaking Farsi] Wasn’t Leo your cousin?
[in English] No, this is my other cousin.
Have you done this before?
Sat in a car for two hours? Yeah.
[Sammy] Okay?
[Sammy speaking Farsi] Put them in the case.
Come round the back, I want to have a word.
[in English] Ali, not you, stay here.
Just put the watches in the briefcase, okay?
[exhales deeply]
[Masoud] What the…
[suspenseful music continuing]
Hey, what’s the problem?
[breathing heavily]
[Davis] Hands on your head.
You’re carrying a gun?
In the car.
[Davis] All right, get in.
What?
[Davis] Get in the trunk, Masoud.
Where’s your phone?
In the car.
[Davis] What’s the PIN?
1324.
[Davis] There’s water in the trunk.
[thuds]
[panting]
[exhales sharply]
[Sammy speaking Farsi] Today is different.
This isn’t your usual run.
You’re going to transport two sets of diamonds.
Come closer.
[in English] Six diamonds. Eight carats each.
[in Farsi] Total value, 3 million dollars.
What about the ones in the briefcase?
They’re fake.
[in English] Fake?
Get up.
[speaking Farsi] You need to tie this to your leg.
And don’t tell your cousin.
[phone dings]
Walk.
Yeah it’s fine.
[Sammy] Mmm-hmm.
Mmm.
See that car parked across the street?
He’s gonna follow you to Houghtons.
[in English] Just for safety.
Okay.
May I see your weapon?
What is this?
It was my dad’s gun.
Oh, really?
Who was your dad? John Wayne?
Take this.
You bring it straight back. No stopping.
What did I say?
No stopping.
[suspenseful music continuing]
[indistinct chatter]
[Ali] Guy’s fucking disrespectful.
[Angie] Hey, have you seen my keys? I’m late.
Hey, can I get a little privacy?
[Angie] If you’re gonna take a dump, then lock the door.
I’m peeing.
[Angie] You pee sitting down now?
Best three minutes of my day.
[Angie] Jesus, that’s sexy.
[radio host] Back to the 405…
The 101 westbound is clear now…
between Echo Park Avenue and Thousand Oaks.
Not too bad through downtown, but…
[breathing heavily]
[Ali] What the fuck?
It’s your fucking house.
[Davis] Ben, as you can see, my partner’s parked across the street from your home.
It’s just an insurance policy same as the jewels you’re carrying, also covered by insurance.
So let’s not do anything stupid. Understand?
When I say, “go,” slowly remove your gun, both your phones, and throw them into my car.
Clear?
Go.
Slowly.
Stay there. Do not move.
Ben, get out.
Kneel down back of the car.
Eyes forward.
Personally, I wouldn’t die for an insurance company.
Just take it and go.
[Davis] No, Ben, I want the real diamonds in the papers. Now.
I don’t know what you’re talking about.
I wanna get you home to Soraya, Ben.
Help me do that.
[breathes shakily]
Where are they?
[exhales deeply]
My ankle.
[Davis] Which one?
[Ben] Left.
[Davis] All right, slowly remove them.
Come on, Ben.
Get out.
[Masoud grunts]
Let’s go. Fuckin’ move.
Kneel down.
Here. I’m betting you didn’t back up your photos.
[Davis breathing heavily]
[gunshot]
[Davis grunts]
[car alarm beeping]
[Davis breathing heavily]
[Davis grunts]
[engine revving]
[tires screeching]
[panting, sniffling]
[grunting, panting]
[grunts]
[tires screeching]
[breathing heavily]
[car honks]
[tires screeching]
[car honking]
[metal clangs]
[Davis] Fuck!
[tires screeching]
[grunts]
[tires screeching]
[breathing heavily]
[engine stops]
[breath trembling]
[siren blaring in distance]
[breathing heavily]
[swallows, grunts]
[intriguing music playing]
[car trunk thuds]
[engine starting, revving]
[engine roars]
[tires screech]
[Sharon] Wow. Well, you have a very, uh,
unique eye.
[Monroe chuckles]
[Sharon] And your beautiful home here is a real tribute to all of your achievements.
What we offer you is the highest level of protection for all of these things
that you care so much about.
Okay. Protection?
Come here.
What does this look like?
Uh, a thermostat?
Fingerprint activation.
All me and my daughter have to do is touch it.
Boom. Opens in a heartbeat.
Oh.
Okay, never seen that before.
Panic safe.
One in every single room.
Well, that’s not gonna lower your insurance premiums… but I’m certain it must make you feel better.
It fucking well does.
I had two buddies last year, had home invaders while they were in bed.
Really?
You ever shoot one?
A home invader?
No, a Glock.
No. Well, that’s not exactly in my line of work.
You’re gonna like it.
No, no, no. No.
No, it’s gonna be good.
Here we go. You ready?
[sighs]
[Monroe] Hey, Ramon?
Could you please move?
Gracias.
I’m probably gonna hit him, you know.
No, no, no. You’re not gonna hit him.
He gets out of the way all the time.
All right, I’ll take that, and you take this.
And if you hit one of those bottles…
I’ll sign your policy right now.
[Sharon breathes deeply]
Okay. [sighs]
Here you go. Just go ahead and point… There you go.
All you do is relax, and you just squeeze when you’re ready, okay?
[gunshot]
Oh! Oh, God.
[laughs] Well, you didn’t hit Ramon.
That’s good. That’s good news. There you go.
All right, next up.
This needs to be on the policy, as it is definitely appreciated since I bought it.
I’ve only seen that inside a museum.
[Monroe] Cost me 6.2 million dollars.
But we both know contemporary Black art is only going in one direction.
Right?
Uh, listen, we got a lot of stuff to go through.
We got a lot of high-tech stuff in here.
[Sharon] What makes us different, is that we also protect your privacy.
Um, for example, we also have cyber liability.
Do you remember the admission scandal of a few years back?
I do, yeah.
[Sharon] Yeah, well, none of our clients were named in that.
And… hello.
We also will cover your daughter’s possessions as she goes off to college.
That’s my fiancée…
Adrienne.
[Sharon] Lovely to meet you, Adrienne.
We were just about to talk about, uh, your coverage for your wedding.
Sounds like it’s a beautiful venue.
[exhales deeply]
Are you gonna be long… [sarcastically] “Daddy”?
[Monroe] No, we’re totally done here.
[Sharon sighs]
[radio host] That’s where gridlock,
Getty Center Drive…
Sharon.
[radio host] …has the two right lanes blocked
with the backup starting at the 101.
Southbound Sepulveda will work for you, getting from
West LA to the airport.
[Sharon sighs]
[rock song playing over radio]
[radio announcer] …infused with organic coconut,
aloe vera…
[Lou] Well, well, well, right next to the 101.
Oh, don’t fucking start on that shit, Lou.
Jesus Christ, you ever gonna swap out that shit bucket?
There’s nothing wrong with that shit bucket.
It’s maturing like a fine wine.
Is it?
Yeah.
[Tillman scoffs]
It’s depressing, is what it is, man.
I just, I can’t understand why you wanna look so fucking poor.
[scoffs] That ain’t what poor looks like.
What do you care so much for?
Because I gotta be seen riding in it with you, Detective Buddha.
[Lou] Yeah.
What do we got here?
[Tillman] Round the back. Courier got hit… carrying three mil worth of stones from downtown.
He just left these behind, Ben?
What, he somehow knew these were fakes or…
[Ben] I don’t know.
[Tillman] We don’t know.
Okay. What else can you tell us, Ben?
He knew my wife’s name.
[suspenseful music playing]
And how would he know that?
How the fuck should I know, huh?
Why are you asking me all this shit?
[chuckles] Easy.
Because, Ben, the one day you’re carrying… nearly three mil in stones is the day you get hit.
I mean, that’s a little bit of a coincidence, no?
Well, I didn’t give him any information if that’s what you’re asking, okay?
[Tillman] I didn’t say…
You know what?
This is victim blaming, what you’re doing.
Yes.
[Tillman] I’m victim blaming.
Is that what I’m doing?
Did he take your phones?
Yeah, he did, but he gave them back.
Your cousin says you shot at him.
The gun fucking misfired.
He had a gun?
Yeah.
Why didn’t he shoot you?
You’ll have to ask him.
Told you don’t start on that.
Start on what?
That lone ranger shit.
It’s his M.O., man.
What do you mean, “his M.O.?”
The M.O. of not leaving clues behind?
He knows exactly what they’re transporting, when.
He cuts the camera line in advance.
There’s no violence.
He’s in and out in seconds,
or he disappears.
Okay.
We’re right next to the 101.
Come on, he’s got rules.
Rules? He’s got rules?
Yeah, and he sticks to ’em.
Yeah, this gonna be another one we eat shit for, isn’t it, Lou?
No one’s eating shit.
[Tillman sighs]
What’s goin’ on with you?
[Tillman scoffs]
The lieutenant says…
I should look into a change of partner.
Says if I stick with you, I’ll end up languishing.
[Lou] Did he?
[Tillman] Yep.
Well, what’d you say?
I told him I didn’t want to do that.
Thanks.
But this lone wolf obsession of yours, it ain’t winning us any friends.
It’s the same guy, and I know it.
Well, you better be fucking right, Lou.
[engine starts]
‘Cause I need to step up, man, and soon.
[suspenseful music playing]
[sighs]
[Davis exhales deeply]
[paper rustling]
[breathing heavily]
[breath trembles]
[Sharon exhales]
[elevator bell dings]
[woman] Right next to Charles.
[indistinct chatter]
[telephone rings]
[man] No, no, no.
[exhales deeply]
[knocking on door]
[Phil] So how’d it go?
Did he show you his weapons?
Not all of them, I hope. [chuckles]
[Sharon] It went good.
Did you close?
[Sharon] Yeah, basically.
He just, you know, wants to… look over the quote.
Guy’s like a gazillionaire. He’s got time for that?
Hey, I guess that’s how you stay rich.
Well, right.
Well, sure you nailed it.
Uh, Phil?
Yeah.
[Sharon] Any word on the meeting?
What meeting would that be?
The partners’ meeting.
The one to finalize my partnership.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, um…
Yeah, no, the, uh…
I just gotta get the senior team around the same table, but Mark is just back from Maui, so let me chase it up.
Yeah, but that’s what you said before he left.
Yeah, well, I’m not in charge of calendars, Sharon, so…
Well…
Can we not?
[sighs]
[sizzling]
[indistinct chatter]
[Money] So how’d it go?
Uh…
There was, uh, an incident.
Police?
Nah, just some kid, you know, it nearly went…
I don’t know.
Do you believe in omens?
Fuck omens.
You got shook up, that’s all.
This and the next one in Santa Barbara, you’ll have had a good year.
And you’ll have a good year, too, and I’m taking all the risk.
You’re just selling it.
Something bothering you?
It’s just the Santa Barbara job, you know, it doesn’t feel right.
That’s a lot of money to leave on the table, champ.
I have a buyer waiting.
I know, but it’s happening in the middle of the day.
And we’re going straight in through the front door.
There’s no way of knowing how many people will be in the car.
Someone could get hurt.
You got something else in mind?
Yeah, working on something.
[Money] Well, good.
Now look, go spend some money… get laid, relax.
[Davis] See you later.
[Money sighs]
[line ringing]
[Ormon] Yeah?
Do you know who this is?
[intriguing music playing]
[door lock clicking]
Jonathan?
What happened to Sarah?
Sarah’s not well tonight, sweetie.
She said she messaged you.
Okay.
[softly] So what do you like to do?
[Davis smacks lips hesitantly]
Uh, I don’t know, just, uh, normal stuff, I guess.
[softly] That sounds nice.
[clothes rustling]
Are you an eye contact or a no eye contact guy?
[exhales deeply]
[alarm chiming]
[yoga instructor] Good morning.
May this day be a clean slate for your mind…
for your actions…
for your thoughts.
May this day bring…
[Sharon sighs]
[sighs heavily]
[Mark] Uh, before we begin, it is my pleasure to introduce the latest member of our valuation team, Madeleine Adcock.
Along with Sharon, Madeleine’s gonna focus on high net worth residential.
I’m sure we will all make her feel welcome.
[team clapping]
Hey, guys. Thanks.
Thrilled to be here, guys.
[Mark] Um, okay, new business.
Sharon just valued one of the wealthiest estates in all of California and what is likely to be the most expensive wedding we have ever insured.
What’s the good word for Monroe, Sharon?
Uh, it is promising.
[Mark] Okay. Well, promising is good but closed is better.
[laughter]
Uh, next up is Phil. What do you got?
Yeah, something fishy on the claims side.
Seven-figure claim from a jeweler, Samir Kassem.
Courier gets robbed the one day in years if ever he’s transporting three mil in diamonds. [scoffs]
[Mark] Yeah.
Big coincidence, right?
[Mark] Big coincidence. Sharon, think maybe you could work your charms with one of our friends in blue, get him to polygraph the vendor?
This week?
I was planning to follow up with Monroe.
So…
It’s a seven-figure claim.
[Phil] Okay, how about we have Madeleine take over the follow-up with Monroe?
You know, fresh face, fresh approach.
[Mark] Good idea, Phil.
[Madeleine] Yeah, I’d be happy to take it over.
If that’s okay with you.
Yeah, sure.
[Mark] Okay, next, uh, international…
Sammy, you can see how this looks,
right?
No.
No, I don’t. No.
Okay, what is this? Hmm?
Fat cop, bad cop?
When do you think
I started this business?
[Tillman chuckles]
I opened my store 27 years ago and I got two other stores.
Why in the world would I cheat on my own…
[Lou] Okay, let’s calm down.
Did you call him…
[sighs]
…to tell him when to expect the courier?
No, I emailed.
[suspenseful music playing]
So now what you gotta ask yourself is…
“How does he know whose email to hack?”
And how could he know who’s intending to transport something before they transport it?
It’s the same as last time, email, calendar, Facebook, WhatsApp, Instagram.
What, no Snapchat? TikTok?
She’s too old for that.
[camera clicks]
[engine revving]
[vehicles honking]
[rap song playing]
[sighs]
[song stops]
Boo. [chuckles]
[Money clears throat]
[Money] There’s a job… up in Santa Barbara.
[Ormon] Mmm-hmm.
My guy has laid it all out but he’s not doing it.
Why ain’t he doing it?
He’s lost his nerve.
I’ve seen it before.
He thinks someone could get hurt.
[Ormon chuckles]
[Ormon] Mmm.
[Ormon inhales deeply]
My dad always said, “You gotta break a few eggs,” so…
Oh, you’re not your dad.
God rest his soul.
You might not have the stomach for some of the things he did.
But if you want a chance to find out… this is it.
You think you can handle it?
[indistinct radio chatter]
[suspenseful music continuing]
[tires screech]
[car thuds]
[alarm beeping]
[mumbling] Oh…
[Maya] Fuck!
Fuck.
Fuck, man, why’d you stop so suddenly?
I stopped, but there’s nothing sudden about it.
Red light.
[Maya sighs]
You okay? You…
No, I’m not okay. I’m late, and this is my boss’s car.
Um… Shit. I just, can I…
I need to get your insurance information.
Yeah, uh…
Listen, why don’t…
Take this and that should cover the damage.
We don’t have to worry about the whole insurance.
What? You just have this wad of cash you wanna pay to not have the hassle? I don’t…
I’m trying to help you out. You crashed into me.
[sputtering] I appreciate that, but I have to go through the proper channels.
Otherwise I’m gonna get fired.
Let me get a pen.
Yeah, right.
[Maya] Fucking thousands of dollars in your pocket?
[sighs]
[car door closes]
[Maya sighs]
[Maya sighs]
Okay.
Sorry.
[Davis] Um…
[Maya sniffles]
Here you go.
Well, okay.
You got, uh, kids?
What?
There’s a car seat.
Oh, uh…
No. No. God. They’re, um…
It’s my boss’s car.
Oh, yeah. Yeah.
She’s got a pair of twins. They’re pieces of shit.
Yeah, I don’t have kids either.
Um…
Okay.
Um, I guess someone will be in touch.
I don’t know
how this works, so…
Great. Yeah, you know…
See you later.
[sighs]
Excuse me. Hey, I guess you’re the insurance lady?
Ah. And I guess
you’re the detective man?
Yeah.
Sharon Coombs.
Thanks for meeting with me.
Sure.
Want one of these?
Nah, no, thanks. I’m good.
You don’t like smoothies?
I don’t even like to say the word “smoothie.”
[Sharon] Mmm.
So you got something for me on the Kassem case?
Actually, we were hoping you would consider polygraphing Kassem and the courier.
Why, so you could deny his insurance claim?
He paid his premiums.
What do you wanna do? You wanna screw him in return?
That’s a nice job you got there, Sharon.
Yeah? And how’s…
Nice.
…public service working out for you?
All you hoped it would be?
I mean, you do make the world a safer place so, I guess that’s job satisfaction for you, huh?
Least I’m not screwing the people I’m paid to protect.
I’m not screwing over anybody.
What we provide is what people want most in the world after wealth.
Wouldn’t that be good health?
Nope.
That’s security of wealth.
Ah, damn it. And here I was brought up to believe that money can’t buy you happiness.
I’m sorry. You’ve been misled.
Studies show that happiness in the over-45s is overwhelmingly tied to financial security.
I’m just talking about a comfortable life in a nice, little neighborhood.
Got your piece of the American pie, Sharon?
I live here by the beach.
Why else would anybody wanna live in this town?
You know, statistics point to this being an inside job.
Statistics?
Yes.
Every series of human actions creates a pattern.
Now, I could show you a map that would predict where 90% of the people who develop heart disease will live in LA and I can tell you… it’s nowhere around here.
It’s science.
Nice to meet you, Sharon.
It’s nice to meet you, too.
And, you know, we are well within our rights to polygraph.
[suspenseful music playing]
[engine idling]
[Lou] Every series of human actions creates a pattern.
The area you’re looking at has seen 219 robberies in the last four years.
Arthur, can you please remove every robbery under 500K?
[projector beeps]
Boom.
[Fellner] Ooh. CSI.
[laughter]
Go ahead. Just here to listen.
Remove every robbery that doesn’t involve a courier delivery service
or an armored vehicle.
[projector beeps]
Now remove every robbery where there was some type of violence used in a crime.
[projector beeps]
Lastly, remove every robbery where there was some DNA or evidence left at the scene.
[projector beeps]
Boom.
As smart as our guy is, he can’t help but form a pattern.
He knows when the jewelers are moving merchandise and when…
I believe by hacking their communications.
He doesn’t use violence.
In every single case he hits along the 101 Freeway.
Last time was south. I bet the next time is north.
[car door closes]
[suspenseful music playing]
[car honks]
[door release buzzes]
[Ormon] Get the fuck down!
[people gasping]
[Ormon] Give me the case!
What?
[Ormon grunts]
What the fuck?
[grunting]
[Ormon] Hey, you, hands up!
[women gasping]
Get your fucking hands up!
Hey, come here!
No.
[Ormon] Come here!
Get on the fucking ground.
Is there anyone in back?
Is there anyone
in the fucking back?
No!
There’s nobody in the back.
There’s nobody there.
[Ormon panting]
[baby cries]
[Ormon] There’s no one in the fucking back, huh?
There’s no one in the fucking back?
[woman exclaims]
[Ormon] Shut up!
You, where’s the key?
I don’t have it.
[Ormon] Where’s the fucking key?
[Grant] It’s outside. It’s in the car!
It’s in the car outside.
[Ormon] Where’s the fucking key?
[Grant] It’s in the car.
[Ormon] What fucking car?
[Grant] It’s outside.
[Ormon] Fuck!
You think I’m playing games?
Give me… the fucking… key!
Or I fucking kill you!
Okay, it’s on my neck!
I’ll give it to you. I’ll give it to you.
[Ormon] Now! Fuckin’ over it!
[Grant] Take it!
[Ormon] Come on!
[Grant] Just, it’s… You’re fuckin’…
[baby continues crying]
[Ormon] Someone shut the baby up.
What?
[grumbles]
You, open the fucking cabinets!
What the fuck? What is the…
Unlock it!
I don’t work here!
I don’t work here! I don’t work here! No!
[man] Doesn’t work here.
I don’t work here!
[Ormon] Sit the fuck down!
[woman exclaims]
[Ormon] Okay, go around, unlock it. Now!
Don’t you fucking look at me.
Open the… Open it.
It’s open.
Put it in the bag.
Hurry up! Come on!
Come on.
Come on!
Come back around!
Get the fuck back on the ground!
Hurry the fuck up!
You, come here!
Lay on him! Lay on him!
Get the fuck on top.
Stay.
[grunts] Fuck.
Where’s the fucking door release?
It’s next to the till!
[Ormon] What?
[baby continues crying]
[Ormon groans]
[woman sobbing]
[Ormon] It’s where? Where? Where the fuck?
[door release buzzes]
[Ormon] It’s okay, shut up.
[door rattling]
Fuck! Fuck!
Fucking… Fucking…
You, get the door! Now!
[gunshot]
[all scream]
[Ormon] Open the fucking door!
Okay, okay, okay.
Easy. Easy.
[alarm ringing]
[door release buzzing]
[Ormon] Remember…
I know what you look like.
Fucking take care of your baby.
[baby continues crying]
[Stewart] Give us the room a minute.
Cap.
Ray.
[Lou] Hmm.
[door closes]
So what’s your objective?
What do you mean?
[Stewart] You just turned a bunch of random robberies into a series.
You understand what that means for the department, right?
I understand that we’re gonna have to…
Let me finish. Let me finish.
Two of your little… examples there are cases that already have suspects.
Another one was closed by Fellner six weeks ago, you understand?
Uh…
Yeah, but he was wrong.
No.
No, he wasn’t wrong.
He went from red to black on the board.
That’s never wrong.
You know what we don’t do?
We don’t reverse our fucking clearance rates.
That’s wrong.
But I know I’m right, because all of these are the same guy and he doesn’t let himself get caught.
Right, right. [chuckles]
Your one brilliant factor tying these all together… your guy’s untraceable.
Oh, come on. You and I both know there’s nothing here that’s random.
Stop talking.
[chuckles] Okay.
[Stewart] Okay.
You got the lowest clearance rate on the squad.
It’s pulling everyone down, me included.
What’s the matter with you?
You used to be the…
You should’ve been sitting in my seat by now, man.
Play the game.
Find a theory that works for the whole building.
[door opens, shuts]
[phone chimes]
[phone chimes]
[intriguing music playing]
[phone dings]
[phone clatters]
[woman 1] And he bought me flowers…
[woman 2] Remind me again what it is you do.
[man 1] It’s basically software sales to banks.
[man 2] Blanquette de veau here apparently is superb. I mean…
[Maya clears throat]
[Maya] Hey, sorry I’m late.
Hey. That’s okay.
I crashed into someone and those things take a long time to sort out.
[sighs]
I’m guessing he stopped too fast, huh?
You know what? He did, and it was fully his fault, but I got another hot date out of it, so…
[Davis chuckles]
[mumbles]
[Maya clears throat]
Do you come here a lot?
Uh, couple times, yeah. Couple of times.
The, um…
The blanquette de veau is, it’s good.
Supposed to be good.
Are you, um…
Are you in LA?
Uh… I move around a lot.
Do you?
Yeah. For work.
What is it you do?
Basically, uh… software development…
Um… for banks. It’s sales.
It’s not very interesting…
No, it’s cool.
[Davis] Yeah.
[Maya clears throat] Mmm.
You okay?
[hesitantly] Yeah. Um…
I think maybe this wasn’t a great idea.
You seem super great and you’re very…
Uh… [chuckles] But I, um…
I honestly just don’t see us having all that much… in common.
And I kind of have a rule where if it doesn’t feel right you just don’t waste each other’s time.
What… But how do you know?
How do I know what?
That we won’t have anything in common.
Uh…
Well, I have no idea what blanquette de veau is.
I mean, I would just…
I would never come to a place like this.
[Davis] Yeah… me neither.
Really?
I’ve never been here before.
[chuckles] You’ve never been here?
Just thought it was the kind of place that people…
[clears throat] …you know, take people.
[Maya] Um…
I think it’s veal.
What?
Blanquette de veau.
Oh. Oh, veal. [chuckles]
[Davis] Yeah.
Yeah, I, um…
No. I would not eat that.
Definitely not.
What would you eat?
[Lou sighs]
I thought we loved each other.
Yeah, we do.
But more in a force of habit kind of way, right?
I mean, don’t you want something you can be excited about?
Something new?
[cellphone buzzing]
You can get it. Go.
No, I’m fine. I don’t need to.
[Angie] Pick it up.
No, I’m not picking it up.
Is it your first?
Affair?
Do you really wanna know?
[scoffs]
I’m gonna move out at the weekend.
No, you know what? You stay. I’ll move out.
Where are you gonna go?
Maybe I’ll move to the beach.
The beach?
Are you serious?
You’re the least beach person I know.
I’m way more beach than you are.
[Angie] Bullshit.
[Maya] “How did your last relationship end?”
Work. I had to move.
“What motivates you?”
Money, I guess.
[Maya sighs]
What?
Okay, um…
“Have you ever used handcuffs?”
Yeah.
Okay.
Uh, “If you had the option to press a button…”
Oh, “…and start your life over, would you press it?”
Yeah.
You would?
[Davis] Mmm-hmm.
You?
No.
What’s wrong?
I don’t know. I mean, it’s kinda…
What?
Sad?
Okay, look, I work for a publicist and we work with musicians and actors and stuff and like…
I swear to you, it doesn’t matter how much money they make it’s never enough.
I’ll know when I have enough.
How?
I have a number in mind, but, uh…
I know it’s just enough to feel… well… safe.
So you think maybe, uh, you wanna…
Meet up again?
Yeah.
[Maya] Hmm.
Maybe.
Yeah?
Yeah.
[reporter] …armed with a semi-automatic weapon
terrorized the staff and customers
in an extremely violent assault
in which shots were fired.
It happened in Santa Barbara
at a high-end jeweler
in the Central commercial district
a little after 10 a.m.
The intruder was captured by surveillance cameras
but is said to have worn a motorcycle helmet
throughout the robbery.
This follows a string of high-profile robberies
in Southern California.
[woman] I don’t work here! I don’t work here!
[Lou] Okay, pause it.
[woman] No, no, no!
Uh, can we interview your witnesses?
They’re not gonna be able to give you much.
The guy was wearing a motorcycle helmet the whole time.
One of ’em shit their pants.
Literally.
Shit in his pants.
Well, well, well.
The 101 robber.
There he is, Lou.
[sniffles]
Yeah, something doesn’t add up.
I’m sorry, what?
Just…
What do you mean, “Something doesn’t add up,” Lou?
You said he was gonna hit north.
Boom. He hits north, okay?
We’re barely a mile from the 101, so the location fits, the target fits, the M.O., it fits, Lou.
So, which…
I’m sorry, which bit doesn’t add up?
Our guy never hurt anyone.
[indistinct chatter]
Ah, here’s my champ.
What you got going?
Where’s my account for the last job?
Why? What’s the matter?
Santa Barbara was the last job.
Oh.
Santa Barbara.
[Davis] Yeah, I found it.
I planned it. I walked you through it.
And you said you didn’t wanna do it.
It wasn’t yours to give away.
You want a cut, is that it?
It’s not about the fucking money.
Well, then what is it about?
It’s about trust.
This happens again, I think you and I are done.
You and I are done?
You’re gonna threaten me now?
Maybe you wanna have a think about where you’d be without me, huh?
Yeah.
I’ll be here when you come back with your tail between your legs!
[Sammy] Is this how you treat all your customers or it’s a special treatment for immigrants?
[Sharon] This is just a formality, Mr. Kassem.
If you have nothing to hide, then you’ve got absolutely nothing to worry about.
[Sammy] Oh, it’s a formality.
You know, what I object to is not that I pay you to insure me and you look for ways to refuse to give what you owe, it’s that with this machine you’re saying not only, “We think you’re a thief” but also, “We think you’re a liar.”
You know, Ms. Coombs, those people you work for, they’re all parasites.
Are you also a parasite?
[intriguing music playing]
[Ormon grunts]
My guy, he’s… planning something new.
I need you to find him and I need you to follow him.
Here’s someone he gets information from.
He’s a Google guy or something.
You watch him, he’ll show up.
Then what?
You’re not gonna rob the courier.
You let him do that… and then you’ll rob him.
[breathing heavily]
[Davis sighs] “Step mom butt sex dot com”?
It’s just the encryption location.
Follow the steps.
[Davis] Hmm.
Yeah, it’s funny what just floats to the top of the old mind, huh?
Thanks.
[chuckles]
[exhales sharply]
[indistinct chatter]
[Sharon] White Mercedes GLE, please.
Yes, ma’am. Coming right up.
It’s a cool car.
[Sharon] Thanks.
Life’s too short to drive boring cars, right?
Elvis? He said that.
Ah, right. And what did he drive?
See, that would be a gold Cadillac.
[both chuckle]
Makes sense.
You into cars?
Ah, I like the ones with a bit of character.
Would that be old ones or new ones?
Today, an old one.
[Sharon] Today?
I need to be in your line of work.
[both chuckle]
So what are we driving today?
[sighs] If you can guess, I’ll give you the keys to it.
Ooh.
Be careful.
I’m good at this.
Yeah?
Mmm-hmm.
All right.
Okay. I’m gonna go with a Chevy Chevelle.
Color?
Racing green.
Right color.
Well, one out of two, that’s not bad.
[Davis] Not bad at all.
[Sharon] That is a beautiful car, though.
I underestimated you.
Mike.
Sharon.
Nice to meet you, Mike.
[Davis] Nice to meet you, too.
[door closes]
[engine starts]
[key clacking]
[operator] Like I said…
[Tillman] No…
[operator] …that’s the last image we have.
[Lou] Are you certain that we don’t pick him up on the 101 in either direction?
[operator sighs] Still certain.
Somewhere between that turn and the 101, he switched cars.
Why are you so convinced he took the 101?
Hey, don’t ask, man.
Look, there’s 30 blocks between there and the 101.
Let’s get lookin’.
Are you serious?
[Lou] I’m serious.
Lou, come on, man.
[Lou] How else are we gonna find him?
[Maya] The books come with the place?
Uh-huh.
[Maya] Huh.
For someone who likes things… you don’t really have a lot of… personal stuff.
No photos of family or…
Do you have any?
What? Photos?
[chuckles] No. Family.
Yeah, someplace.
Someplace?
What, like in a drawer?
[Davis chuckles]
I don’t know, we’re just not really that kinda family.
Don’t really keep in touch.
I don’t know.
Do you have, like, brothers? Sisters?
Mom? Dad?
[knife clangs]
Yeah. Yeah.
I don’t know, we didn’t really, uh, have a lot of stuff growin’ up and whatever we did have, I didn’t really keep any of it.
So…
[mellow music playing]
What?
Mystery man.
Yeah.
[Maya] Can I turn on some music?
[Davis] Yeah.
There’s a thing in the corner.
Do you have a favorite song?
Um…
[Maya] No. Okay.
I don’t know why I would ask why you would have a favorite song.
[Davis] Suppose that’s another black mark, huh?
[Maya chuckles]
[Maya] Aye, yai, yai…
Do you, um…
[device beeps]
Do you listen to music or…
Yeah, sometimes.
[soft rock song playing]
[Maya] Sometimes?
You don’t, do you?
Come on.
I can’t dance.
Come on.
Come on.
Come here.
No photos, no music, no dancing.
Someone needs to teach you how to be a human.
Yeah.
[Maya laughs]
[crowd cheering over music player]
Ah.
I love that.
They cheer for home, but no one does that for LA.
[crowd cheering over music player]
[song fades]
[Maya] Happy?
Yeah.
Yeah.
Scared?
Yeah, maybe.
[exhales]
[mellow music playing]
You’re not gonna stay?
[exhales softly]
[Maya] Do you want me to stay?
[Davis] Yeah.
Good.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[tense music playing]
[engine starts]
[breathing heavily]
[grunts]
[panting]
[Davis grunts]
[line beeps]
[Davis] Hi, this is Mr. Stone.
I need a new apartment
on the beach available immediately.
[door thuds]
[doorbell buzzing]
[Devon] Can I help you?
[Ormon] Got delivery for Wilson.
I’m not expecting anything.
[Ormon] It’s got your name on it.
All right. Just leave it outside.
[Ormon] I’m not allowed to do that.
[sighs] All right. Leave it in the hall.
[door buzzes]
[door thuds]
[Devon] Whoa!
[Devon gasping]
[Ormon] Move. Come on, move. Move.
[both grunting]
Huh?
You’re gonna tell me what you fucking gave him, okay?
Fucking tell me.
[panting]
[Tillman] How many more of these fucking garages you gonna make us do tonight, man?
[Tillman sighs]
Hey, man…
Let’s take a look.
Have you…
See there?
What? Now what?
Lou.
[car alarm beeping]
[sighs deeply]
Fuck’s sake, man.
[mumbles] Mmm. Huh.
Call forensics.
[man] Black wasn’t a color for him.
It was his whole subject.
[woman] I wouldn’t put it on my wall but I do love the sense of drama.
I think you can be confident it’s not gonna lose its value.
The real question is… how much do you love it?
Well, I love it.
It’ll go great with the new chairs, you know.
[Andrew] Really? You sure you want this guy glaring down at us every time we have dinner?
[Beth] He’s not glaring.
[Andrew] He’s glaring.
[Beth] I’m sure. And he isn’t glaring, really.
He’s just looking, you know.
Excuse me. I’ll be right with you.
[Beth] Okay.
Sure. Thank you.
Well, what a coincidence.
[Davis] Hey.
Uh, Sharon, right?
[Sharon] Yeah.
Yeah.
Mike?
That’s it.
Yeah, good to see you.
[Sharon] Hmm.
Uh…
So do you collect art like you do cars, Mike?
Uh, not really, but I like it.
I like the sense of drama.
[glass clinking]
[Sharon] Hmm.
Hey, do you maybe wanna get out of here?
Grab a drink or something?
[Tillman] I swear, man… you divorced guys, you always think you’re gonna move to the beach and meet some hot surfer chick.
What you gonna do? Take up surfing?
No. I’m gonna… Thinking of doing the yoga.
The yoga?
[Tillman laughs]
‘Course, you are. What kind?
They got kinds?
Big time, man.
They got hot yoga, fast yoga, street yoga, Greek yoga.
Greek yoga?
That last one might be food.
[Tillman chuckling]
So, you just wanna get laid.
Oh, man, I wanna get fit.
Fitness?
[sighs]
Please, booze man, you…
[Lou] What’s up?
It’s like a new car.
Fuck.
Except for one microscopic speck of blood.
[Tillman] Is it enough to get DNA?
[forensics officer] Should be.
Let me see.
[Davis] So, I guess you work in the art world?
[Sharon] Nope. Less glamorous.
I write insurance policies for people who have more money than they know what to do with.
[Davis] So, you must know a lot about what things are worth, huh?
Mmm-hmm. Too much.
But I also have to know a lot about the people that own these things.
How do you mean?
[Sharon] You know, are you a thrill seeker, are you an alcoholic, do you gamble, do you cheat on your partner?
You know, all those questions that you can’t ask but you obviously need to know the answers to.
So, you get real good at reading people.
And what have you, uh, read about me?
[Sharon chuckles]
Mmm-mmm.
Things you don’t like or what?
[Sharon] Mmm-mmm.
Nope. No, did not say that.
[Sharon chuckles]
Come on.
Okay.
[sighs] Well, you look like a person who has secrets.
Is that right?
[Sharon] Mmm-hmm.
Your shirt’s new or newly pressed which says you don’t do your own laundry or you’re a bit OCD.
Uh, you’re very groomed.
Your hair, your nails, your 12-thousand-dollar watch there, everything is just, uh… a little too perfect.
Which tells me you have a lot of money and a lot of time on your hands, Mike.
Got the clothes, the cars… but you can’t seem to look me in the eye.
And I’d bet you didn’t grow up with money.
How do you figure that?
Because people who grow up in chaos crave order.
You talkin’ about me or you?
Maybe both.
That hit too close to home?
No.
I have a…
[clears throat] I have a confession to make.
[Sharon] Really?
[laughs] I haven’t even finished my drink.
This wasn’t a coincidence. Us meeting again.
Oh.
I came here to talk to you.
You followed me?
I came here to make you a business proposition.
You see, I know some things about you, too, Sharon.
Really? Like what?
You live alone. You’re not married.
You never have been.
No children.
You’ve worked at the same company for 11 years.
You’re a VP when you should be a partner.
Uh-huh. Who the fuck are you?
[Davis] Just give me 30 seconds.
No. I…
[Davis] What I have to offer you is zero risk to you and a huge upside, a life-changing upside.
No, that’s okay. That’s okay.
[Davis] What I do… is I take certain pieces of information from people like you and those ultra high-value items belonging to the rich guys you mentioned?
Well, I occasionally make them disappear.
But I do it in a way that no one can trace it, no one gets hurt… except maybe the shareholders of companies like yours.
Yeah.
So, you’re a thief?
I get it.
Let me tell you something, Mike.
I’ve gotten where I’ve gotten through hard work.
I don’t lie. I don’t steal, and I certainly don’t cheat.
And I’m not about to start now.
Guys you work for, you think they’re squeaky clean?
Mark made partner in five years.
How do you think I know that?
[sighs]
I mean, you really think those guys give a fuck about you?
Have a nice life, Mike.
Hey, if you change your mind, just post a photo of a beach on Instagram, and I’ll know to come find you.
Look, I don’t know if anybody’s ever told you this, but you live a fucked-up life!
[door opens]
[door closes]
[suspenseful music playing]
[engine roaring]
[engine whirring]
[engine roaring]
[yoga instructor] Take a moment
to check in with yourself.
[exhales deeply]
Check in and see
where you may be holding onto tension in this very moment.
[engine revving]
[tires screech]
[tires screeching]
[engine roaring]
[yoga instructor] Check in with your breath,
your body.
Consciously breathe this tension out.
Breathe it out.
[tires screech]
[horn blares]
[yoga instructor] Let your heart open up to the presence
of love all…
[exhales]
[bus brakes hissing]
[engine idling]
[panting]
[engine revving]
[tires screeching]
[engine revving]
[tires screech]
[Davis breathing heavily]
[engine revving]
[thuds]
[tires screech]
[car honking]
[metal scraping]
Oh, fuck!
[engine roaring]
[vehicles honking]
[car honking]
[grunts]
[tires screeching]
[metal thuds]
[Ormon grunts]
Oh, fuck.
[tires screech]
[breathing heavily]
[windshield clangs]
[panting]
[gate clangs]
[dog barking in distance]
[Davis grunts]
[man] Asshole.
You found me. Hoo!
Who are you working for?
[Ormon] Go away.
Who you working for?
Go away.
[can clatters]
Hmm? Huh?
Well, you know, I’m…
I’m pretty much in between positions right now.
Yeah?
I’m looking to… pursue a career in hospitality.
[Davis] Yeah?
So yeah…
What did he tell you to do?
[Ormon] Who he?
[Davis] Yeah, what did he tell you to do?
Your boyfriend? He?
[Davis] He tell you to follow me?
Bro, I’m not gay.
[Davis] Hey, stop fucking around.
Did he tell you to follow me?
Your boyfriend?
Your boyfriend?
Did he tell you to follow me?
Fuckin’ touch me. I’m not gay.
[Davis] What’d he tell you to do?
But if I was gay…
[Davis] What’d he tell you to do?
Stop fucking…
Who are you working for?
Don’t touch me.
Answer the fucking question!
Fucking touch me.
Answer the fucking question!
Don’t touch…
[clattering]
Huh?
Fuck you.
Quit fucking around, huh?
You wanna kiss me?
What did he tell you to do?
You wanna kiss me?
Huh?
[imitates kissing]
What did he tell you to do?
[both grunting]
Hey! Fuck. Hey!
[groans]
Hey, hey, hey. All right.
All right.
Yeah? Huh?
Yeah, okay.
You tell him…
I see you again
and you’re both dead.
Yeah.
Understand?
Yeah.
Yeah?
Okay.
You understand?
Yeah. Okay.
[Ormon panting]
Okay.
All right.
Cool.
[helmet clatters]
[yoga instructor] Let go of your past.
[can clatters]
Let go of your future.
Exist only… in this moment.
Let’s bring our left foot forward into our Warrior Two.
Let’s reverse the Warrior.
Left elbow to left knee, raising our right hand.
Let’s go down to the floor… raising our right hand to the sky.
Gaze toward the sun, the source of all life.
Hey.
[Sharon] What are you doing here, detective?
What a coincidence.
Is it?
This keeps happening to me.
[scoffs] Of all the lousy yoga joints in LA.
You either had a drastic change of circumstance or you’re stalking me.
[chuckles]
Just trying something new.
Trial separation?
[scoffs]
I wonder if it’s fun being as smart as you, Sharon.
[sighs]
I’m sorry.
I’m just not having a great week.
This your first yoga class?
Pretty obvious, huh?
Looks good on you.
That’s a very kind lie.
Thank you.
[cellphone vibrates]
[grunts]
Hey, what’s up?
[Tillman] Townsend just took a call
from Lafayette Jewelers.
He says there’s someone hanging around
the outside of the store who’s all wrong.
Sounds like our guy, Lou.
Why would he be our guy?
[Tillman] Well, he’s a half mile from the 101.
And the owner says there’s also a suspicious car
across the street.
What’s he driving?
[Tillman] It’s a dark one with blacked out windows.
Just like the one we found.
This could be our guy, Lou.
All right, I’m on my way.
Make sure Townsend doesn’t beat you there, all right?
[dispatcher] Unit Sunset La Brea,
now got three multiple calls.
[Townsend] On the ground. On the ground right now!
Police, stop!
Hands in the air. Hands in the air.
[both] On the ground!
On the ground now!
Don’t look… Come here!
[gunshot]
[alarm blaring]
No, no, no, no, no.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
[woman] Police shot him!
Fuck!
Does he have a weapon?
No, I didn’t see one.
Stand back!
[woman exclaims]
[woman] Stay back!
[Tillman] You think it’s him?
[Lou] No, it’s a fucking kid.
[sirens blaring]
[Lou] Call an RA.
Hey, hey, hey! Hey. Hey, stand back.
Hey, call an RA.
[Tillman] Get back.
[Lou sighs]
[Lou] Wake up, Townsend.
What are you doing?
Cuff him.
Control, we got an officer-involved shooting.
[Tillman] Lou. Lou.
[Lou] What?
He says… He says it’s his car.
[Lou] Which car?
The black one. He says it’s his car, man.
[dispatcher] 998, what’s your 20?
Roll an RA.
[dispatcher] Copy that. 1423 Grand.
What are you doing?
He had a gun.
What?
He had a fucking gun.
What are you talking about?
Hey! He had a fucking gun.
What?
See for yourself.
Control, it’s Four King 79.
Be advised. Shots fired.
Suspect is down.
Suspect was armed with a semi-automatic handgun.
What’s the ETA on that RA?
[Stewart] You think maybe your little theory
got in everyone’s head a little too much today?
[scoffs]
You got about 30 minutes before the shooting board arrives.
At this stage, you just need to get your statement straight.
Yeah, he hadn’t drawn.
You sure about that?
Gun was still in his bag.
Well, then we have a problem.
I don’t wanna bury anybody, but I saw what I saw.
We have a problem because your statement won’t tally with Detective Townsend’s.
Oh yeah? Well, that’s not exactly a big surprise
considering…
Or your partner’s.
Tillman’s account agrees with Townsend’s.
Suspect was gun-in-hand about to fire on a police officer.
And when times are difficult, we pull together.
The three of you are suspended until the investigation’s concluded.
After which time you’ll be welcome back.
Unless… one man should choose a different path.
[Mark] Congratulations are in order.
Madeleine wrote her first policy here at L and V.
She brought Monroe in on estate and she brought Monroe in… on a significant coverage on that wedding at the Beverly Wilshire.
It’s a great start, Madeleine.
[Madeleine exclaims]
Congratulations.
Oh, my God.
Shouldn’t have.
All right.
[Madeleine] A mini boo.
Thank you.
[applause]
[exclaims]
[laughter]
[Mark] Good start, Madeleine. Keep up the good work.
He actually wants to extend cover to the wedding favors as well, yeah.
[Brian] What’s he giving ’em?
Diamonds for the bridal party. Around 12 carat each.
So that’s an extra five and a half mil.
[Phil] Oof! That’s nice…
[Madeleine] Yeah.
[Phil] …but also high-risk.
Make sure they have a good security plan, yeah?
Of course, I’m already on it.
All right.
[Mark] I think that’s it, everybody.
Madeleine, good start.
Sharon, wanna hold back for five
real quick?
Yeah, sure.
[Mark clears throat]
Doing okay?
Yeah.
Good.
[Sharon] Good.
Uh… I finally was able to wrangle the partners…
Um, so I just wanted to fill you in.
Oh, good.
Yeah.
Great.
So the thinking is, given the year that we had, we’re gonna put a pin in it until early next year.
We really wanna get a clear financial picture of everything before we make a decision.
Okay? So, hang tight.
[Sharon] Really?
Yeah.
Because… it was my understanding that we had a really good financial year.
I mean, not least thanks to… several of the policies that I wrote.
I mean, I can show you the numbers.
Yeah, we looked at the numbers, and that’s why, come January we think you’re gonna be pretty happy but you gotta hang in there until then.
Well, you said that last January.
Well, good things come to those who wait, Sharon.
But I’ve been waiting.
I’ve been here for 11 years, Mark.
I’m aware.
Right. And you made… junior partner in five and senior in seven. So…
What’s your question, Sharon?
My question is… if it’s not gonna happen, then I just would like to know that so I can start considering myself.
And maybe my clients.
That’s all.
Oh, you mean go to a competitor?
Well, I mean, I’m just saying.
You think one of our competitors is just gonna snatch you up because you’re gonna present them the numbers?
I got a number for you, Sharon. 53.
It’s not a good number for a woman in this business, is it?
Because we know what those rich guys are really buying and it’s not 53.
Don’t threaten me.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[man] I think we got a hole in the chain of custody.
[forensics officer] I got Tillman’s DNA match.
Which one’s his desk?
I can take that.
Yeah.
[ominous music playing]
Huh.
[waves crashing]
[Sharon breathes deeply]
[sighs]
[sighs]
[exhales deeply]
[indistinct chatter]
[phone chimes]
You okay?
[Davis] Yeah.
[indistinct chattering]
[Sharon] There’s a courier coming in from Antwerp.
He’s carrying watches and gems
for a billionaire who’s getting married.
Wedding favors.
With the value of $5.5 million.
Where?
The Beverly Wilshire.
What’s the security setup?
We insist that armed security stay with our courier until the transaction is completed.
And there’s one more thing… the buyer is paying cash for everything.
This way, he doesn’t pay tax and the vendor doesn’t have to declare it to the IRS.
You’re looking at 11 million dollars in that room.
Of which…
I want three.
Is there separate security for the cash?
I don’t know.
We don’t insure the cash.
So there could be.
Could be.
That’s a lot of guns.
And it’s a busy location.
[sighs]
I’d say it’s too risky.
Can I ask you something?
Have you ever done a job for 11 million dollars?
No, I haven’t.
Isn’t that what you guys call “walk away” money?
Well, that’s the thing about “walk away” money is you gotta be able to walk away with it.
What made you change your mind anyway?
[sighs] Maybe there comes a moment when you realize you don’t have as much time as you thought you had.
[reporter] Good looking morning in the Southland,
unless you’re on the 405 in south LA.
If you’re headed southbound,
you know what I’m talking there around Avalon.
It’s the Avalon off-ramp that’s been shut down.
Now, CHP’s calling that an animal hazard…
[radio host] One third of the body’s
lymphatic system is in the face.
[cat meows]
I know.
This is our new home.
Go on.
[cat meows]
[waves crashing]
[sighs]
[sighs]
[reporter] Okay, you’re in the valley,
you’re trying to get into Hollywood…
you’re taking 101 southbound side
right there at Highland…
right near the Hollywood…
[door squeaks]
[Lou] Ah…
Can I help you?
[Lou] Good evening, ma’am.
I’m, uh, Detective Lubesnik from the LAPD.
I got this address as a last known domicile for a man by the name of James Davis.
Does that name mean anything to you?
Why would you be looking for him here?
You know Mr. Davis?
Why you looking for him?
[treadmill whirring]
[thudding]
[phone dings]
[treadmill stops]
[AI voice] You have one forwarded message.
[Anne] James.
It’s Anne, sweetheart.
I don’t know if this number works
but I’d like to speak with you.
Will you call me if you can?
[breathing heavily]
[man on TV] And it’s all yours if the price is right!
Okay, boys… it’s bedtime.
Come on, let’s go.
Come on, gentlemen. Say good night.
[boys] Good night.
Night.
[man on TV] I’m gonna go $22.51.
[host on TV] $22.51.
George, let’s not waste any more time.
Why don’t you leave your number?
Yeah. All right.
[host on TV] Say hello
to your new SUV!
[telephone rings]
[woman screaming over TV]
[host on TV] It’s the Ford Escape Active!
Featuring a 1.5 liter engine, AC, automatic transmission…
[Anne] Hello?
James?
Hello?
Is everything okay?
[Anne] A man came to…
look for you.
A policeman.
He’s concerned about your safety.
Hello, James.
[sighs]
[sighs]
[knocks]
[exclaims]
Jesus Christ!
Hi.
Listen, uh, the courier, when does he fly?
What?
The courier you were telling me about, when’s he fly?
I don’t… I don’t know.
Days or weeks?
Well… [sighs] the wedding is on Sunday, so I’m guessing Friday or Saturday.
Take this. Keep it on.
After we speak, take out the SIM, destroy it, then dispose of the phone.
Seriously?
Isn’t this what you want?
[Davis] Hi, I was wondering if it would be possible to take a look at the wedding suite?
Let me see what I can show you.
[security] Hold there, please. Just a minute.
Hold, please.
[phone ringing]
[indistinct chatter]
[Sharon] Yes.
Yeah, I need you to get me the flight number.
And the security guard. I need a name.
[breathes deeply]
[thudding]
[grunting]
[cracks, snaps]
[telephone ringing]
[lock clicks]
[thuds]
[exclaims]
Everything I have of value is in the…
[Ormon] Shut the fuck up.
[thuds]
[Sharon groans]
You can have it!
You can have it!
[Ormon] I’m not fucking here for that, okay?
You know what I’m here for.
Hey, stay the fuck still.
All right? You know what I want.
[Sharon] What? No, I don’t. No, I don’t.
[Ormon] I’m not fuckin’ dumb, bitch.
[Sharon] I have no idea what you want!
[Ormon] Huh? Don’t fucking…
You’re gonna fucking give me what you gave him, you get to keep your face.
Yeah.
Yes, yes, yes.
[Ormon] You want to keep your face?
You tell me what you fucking gave him.
Okay. Okay.
[Ormon] Okay?
Yeah.
Okay.
[Ormon] You’re gonna tell me what you gave him.
[yoga instructor] And, when you’re ready coming up into a seated position.
[indistinct chatter]
Not in the mood today?
Can I buy you a coffee?
Or maybe a smoothie?
Is everything okay?
Oh…
What happened?
And what did you tell the guy who attacked you?
I told him everything I told you.
Same as you told this “Mike”?
Yeah.
Seeing as I told you all this… is that gonna keep me outta jail?
[Lou scoffs]
You basically confessed to conspiracy to commit gross larceny.
Yeah.
We go official with this, you’re in…
Well, it gets ugly.
Fuck!
[sighs]
You have somewhere you can stay for a few days?
Friend, maybe?
You can stay at my place. It’d be safe.
[sighs]
Tell me more about this “Mike.”
[indistinct chatter]
Hey.
[officer] Hey.
How you doing? I need to review the evidence from that case from last week.
Ah.
Here you go.
It’s late.
You… You know where it is? ‘Cause I’m closing up in ten.
I’ll just be… It won’t be more than five minutes.
Five minutes?
Yeah.
All right.
Thanks.
[door release buzzing]
[officer] Five minutes.
Thank you.
[exhales deeply]
You okay?
Yeah. Yeah. Um…
I gotta go outta town for a while.
Why?
Just a work thing.
This opportunity has come up, and I have to go.
For how long?
Not sure exactly.
You know, could be a while.
Yeah, so…
[Maya] Uh-huh…
Can you do me a favor?
What’s that?
Can you just tell me the truth?
[chuckles]
That is the truth.
Okay.
And… what is it that you do?
I told you.
Hey, can I grab a drink?
[waiter] Sure. Give me a second.
[Maya] Look at me.
Look at me or I’m leaving.
Do you know how fucked up this is?
I mean, I’m…
I’m walking around… thinking that I…
Thinking about how much I like you.
And then I realize I don’t even know you.
I mean, you haven’t told me anything.
There are no photographs of your past.
You seem to have no family.
You have no friends. You have…
There’s… There’s nothing.
[sighs] Maya, I’m just asking you to wait for me.
[Maya] Wait?
For what?
For what? No, seriously, for what?
For you to get to some magic number?
Don’t patronize me.
Just ’cause you don’t understand, it doesn’t matter?
What, money?
Yeah. If you grow up with no money then you don’t have any choices.
And then bad shit happens.
Bad things come into your life.
[Maya] What kind of bad shit?
Bad people.
I’m just asking you to wait a short time.
I’m not where I need to be yet, okay?
I think you are.
[door opens, closes]
[imperceptible]
[tense music playing]
[phone chimes and vibrates]
[clicks]
Wow.
Look at you.
Pretending to be a capitalist?
[chuckles]
Something like that.
How’d you sleep?
Good.
[Lou] Yeah.
I have some coffee up there.
There’s some oat milk in the fridge.
Thank you.
Well, make yourself at home.
[elevator bell dings]
[car lock beeps]
[indistinct chatter]
[sighs]
[plane engine roaring]
[knocks]
Yeah.
[Davis] Hey, sorry, I’m here for a pickup. My phone’s about to die.
You don’t have a charger that I could borrow, do you?
I do, buddy, but I’m…
Hands on the steering wheel, Bob.
[Nelson] Please, don’t hurt my family.
Start by handing me your phone.
[attendant] Please be careful when opening
the overhead bins.
Items may have shifted during flight and could fall out.
You may continue to use the cellular function.
[official] Mr. Foster?
Yes?
[official] Please follow me.
What’s this about?
[indistinct announcement over PA]
[car locks beep]
[Davis] Mr. Foster?
Welcome.
All right, you’re good to go?
Can I see some ID?
Sure.
Thanks.
Here you go. Good to go.
Your flight okay?
Huh?
Yeah, yeah, thanks.
Pretty used to it by now.
Come out this way a lot?
[Lou] Ah, you know, few times a year.
Lot of homeless here, huh?
I could be dirt poor, you wouldn’t catch me living on the sidewalk.
What’s that saying?
Don’t judge a man till you walked a mile in his shoes.
I wore those shoes once.
They didn’t suit me too well.
Where’d you say you’re from?
I’m from here.
LA.
Whereabouts?
Bunch of places.
Moved around a lot as a kid.
It’s a nice car. You like cars?
[Davis] Yeah, I prefer the old American ones.
How about yourself?
[Lou] When I was a kid, I dreamt about having a Mustang.
Like Steve McQueen.
Yeah. [chuckles]
Yeah, Steve McQueen.
It’s funny, a guy your age wouldn’t normally know who Steve McQueen is.
I grew up watching those movies.
What’s your favorite?
Uh, say, uh…
Bullitt, you know, the chases.
Yeah.
Yeah, mine’s Thomas Crown Affair.
McQueen plays a high-class thief.
I didn’t catch that one.
[indistinct chatter]
[chuckles]
Hey, Sharon.
[Sharon] Madeleine, you don’t have to do this.
You don’t have to laugh at his silly little jokes or even act like you like him or anything here because that’s what I did for years and years.
And they told me exactly what they’re telling you, that I was the brightest spark to ever be interviewed.
That they were waiting for somebody like me to walk through that door.
They said that I would make partner and that I would have equity
that I would be set for life.
Okay.
And then they dragged it on forever
as if they were…
[Mark] Sounds like you’re having an HR problem…
There’s a protocol for that… and this is not it.
You know what?
This is…
Shut the fuck up.
You know what else?
They don’t care how smart you are.
They don’t care what you know or how good you are.
All you are to them is bait.
Bait to land the next big, fat, rich fish, that these assholes can’t land for themselves.
Now, I don’t know how many years that I’m gonna have left to offer since I’m “53.”
But I do know, that I’m not gonna give ’em to you.
[breathing heavily]
[indistinct chatter]
Private security, visiting a guest in the wedding suite.
That’s fine. Go right ahead, sir.
Hey, it’s my first day.
I’m supposed to be on butler service.
Ah, fifth floor.
Just down on the end here.
Been here before?
Yes, I have.
[clang, crash]
[man] Stop, Jamie, stop.
[elevator bell dings]
I’d take the next one, please, folks.
[man] Sorry.
[Ormon] Hey, I, uh, forgot which room I gotta take this to.
It’ll be on the ticket.
First day. I don’t know what I did with it.
Dial 0-11.
All right.
[phone trilling]
Hey, I got drinks for Monroe.
I think they gave me the wrong room number.
[elevator bell dings]
Mr. Monroe?
I’m gonna call you back.
Babe?
That’s… Yeah?
Some guys here for you.
[Monroe] Okay, good.
Uh, no, I want it as-is.
Antwerp?
That’s right.
Okay, I gotta go. Yeah, no, I gotta go.
Any problems?
Uh, no, sir.
[Monroe] No issues with customs?
All right, everyone, hands on your head right now!
No one needs to get hurt!
What the fuck do you think you’re doing?
You two on your knees facing the wall, right now.
You’re the security guy.
He has a gun. He has a gun!
Just… He has a gun.
What is this?
It’s a robbery.
[Adrienne] Just…
Hey, I’m not fucking around!
On your knees right now!
Who the fuck are you?
I’m not telling you again, on your fucking knees!
Please don’t hurt me.
[Monroe] Shit.
[Adrienne exclaiming]
[Adrienne panting]
Briefcase on the table, hands on your head, then kneel.
Let’s go.
All right, where’s the cash, Monroe?
[Monroe] Cash? What? There’s no fucking cash.
The cash you’re using to pay for your items in the case.
It’s in the safe!
Where’s the safe?
Where’s the fucking safe?
It’s over there!
It’s to the left!
[Davis] You know the code?
No.
[Davis] All right, Monroe.
When I say so, you’re gonna crawl over to the safe.
Unlock, but do not open it.
And crawl back to where you are now.
Understand?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Move. Go.
Jesus fucking Christ.
It’s right here. It’s right here.
Oh, shit, I fucked up. I fucked up.
[Adrienne] Just put the code in.
Stop messing around! Come on!
I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Okay, I got it.
I’m not fucking playing!
All right.
Put in the fucking code!
I’ll put it in! Sorry!
Fuck, there it is! Fuck!
Hey you, fill this bag up.
[Monroe] Fuck.
[exhales deeply]
[Adrienne] Here.
Get back to where you were.
All right, Mr. Courier Man, open the briefcase.
Come on, let’s go.
[Lou] Has a combination.
That’s okay. Nice and easy.
[elevator bell dings]
All right, take the diamonds out.
[Monroe] Jesus fucking Christ, man.
What the fuck is happening?
Hey, shut up.
[Monroe] Shit. Jesus Christ!
Shut up!
Fuck, man.
Stop fucking talking.
Put the gun down! I’m a police officer.
What?
You’re under arrest.
Put the gun down.
Second you pull that trigger, I pull mine.
You probably got a kid somewhere, right?
And for what? For this fucking crooked prick?
[gun cocks]
[Lou] Put it down.
It’s the last time I’m asking you.
Put the gun down now, James.
I know all about you.
And I know you never hurt anyone before.
You’re pointing the gun at a cop.
[Monroe] You’re a cop?
Then be a fucking cop.
[Lou] Shut up.
Stop fucking talking.
Shoot the fucking guy.
[Monroe] Shoot him right now.
We’ll vouch for you!
Shut up! Shut up!
[whispers] Fuck. Fuck you.
Put the gun down!
I’m not putting the fucking gun down!
[Lou] This is the last time I’m asking you!
[beeps]
Oh, fuck.
Put your fucking gun down!
[Adrienne exclaims]
Put your fucking gun down!
[Adrienne] Oh, my God.
Put your gun down!
Put your fucking gun down!
Please, God.
[Ormon] Put the gun down!
Put the gun down!
[Ormon] Who the fuck is he?
He’s a cop, kid.
You’re a fucking cop?
You’re out of your depth.
[Ormon] Fucking cop!
Put your gun down! Don’t even fucking
look at me, all right?
[Davis] Fuck.
[grunts]
Put it down.
[Ormon] You think I’m fucking playing?
You think I’m fucking playing?
Listen to me.
Hey.
Listen to me.
[spits] Pig. You fucking pig.
[Lou] Put the gun down.
I’m gonna start counting.
You want blood on your motherfuckin’ cop hands?
Put it down.
You want fucking blood on your cop hands?
You are a cop!
One!
Shut up!
Be a fucking cop!
Shoot him now!
Shut up!
Fucking two! You think I’m fucking playing?
[gunshot]
[Adrienne screams]
[Ormon] Fuck you! Fuck you!
Yeah!
You think I’m fuckin’ playing?
[Adrienne] Oh, my God.
[Ormon] Fucking piece of shit.
Fuck you. [spits] Fuck you.
Just take what you came for and go.
[Ormon] Fucking pig.
[Monroe groans]
[Ormon] Push the case towards me.
Push the fucking case toward me!
[Adrienne hyperventilating]
[Lou] Just take it.
Don’t fucking look at me.
Not looking at you.
[Ormon] Yes, you are.
You’ve seen my face, so…
I need you to put your gun down.
Put your fucking gun down.
Come on.
[Lou] Can’t.
[Ormon] Put the gun down. Gun down.
Put the fucking gun down!
[Lou] I’m not putting the gun down.
No. Hey, put the gun down. Come on.
Put the fucking gun down!
Put it down!
Fuck you!
[gunshot]
[Adrienne and Monroe scream]
[Monroe] Oh, shit!
Holy fuck!
Oh, my God.
[Adrienne hyperventilating] Oh, my God!
[Monroe] He’s fucking… He’s dead.
[exclaims]
[Davis] Oh, fuck.
He was gonna shoot you.
Shit.
Here’s what you’re gonna do.
You’re gonna get in your car and you’re gonna drive and never come back.
The money and the diamonds are still there.
There’s the thief.
The 101 Robber.
I didn’t wanna shoot him.
[Lou] I know.
[Monroe] Oh, shit. Oh, my God.
Hey…
I need a fuckin’ ambulance right now.
I’m gonna personally ensure that you do time.
You’re never gonna work ever again.
No, you’re not.
You’re gonna keep your money and your stones.
And when the cops show up here, you’re gonna listen to what I tell ’em, and then you’re gonna say, “What he said.”
The fuck I will.
See, once they start investigating you for the importation of illegal stones and tax evasion then they really start digging.
So you better be squeaky fucking clean.
Is that what you want?
[Adrienne] What the fuck is the matter with you?
The fuck is the matter with you?
[sighs]
Fuck.
I suggest you get all that back in the safe before my colleagues arrive.
[groans]
Call me a fucking ambulance.
[Adrienne] Fucking coward.
No.
This is Detective Lubesnik, Robbery Division.
I’m at the Beverly Wilshire, room 1018.
I need a RA unit. I have two victims down.
One KMA, another breathing, but suffering from a gunshot wound to the shoulder.
[sirens blaring]
[yoga instructor] Inhale…
Exhale.
You are safe.
You are calm.
You are exactly where you need to be.
[breathing heavily]
Open yourself to the truth of what’s within you.
Don’t hold back.
[engine revving]
It’s now time to slowly begin to bring your awareness back… into the physical body.
[breathes deeply]
[exhales]
May you have a beautiful rest of your day.
Namaste.
[people] Namaste.
[indistinct chatter]
Hey.
I came by your apartment.
Uh, yeah, I was away.
Yeah, I had a message.
Oh, yeah? I, uh…
Mmm…
I have something for you.
Maybe don’t open that in here.
Why? What is it?
Something nobody’s looking for.
You said you have a message for me, too.
[inhales, sighs]
This was sent to me.
Yeah. I don’t know what that is.
No?
Well… you think you’ll be… coming back to yoga?
I don’t know.
Think I should?
I think you should.
All right.
See ya.
See ya.
[elevator dings]
[mellow music playing]
[music turns dramatic]
[clinks]
[exhales sharply]
[engine starts]
[laughs]
[music fades]
[upbeat music playing]
[music fades]
[intriguing music playing]
[music continues]
[music continues]
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