cards are in the bathroom.
- Jack Cates. Remember me?
- I don't think so.
You busted me in the back seat
of a Camero with a girl.
- That don't sound like me.
- It turns out she was under age.
- Shit happens.
- I didn't steal that car, my buddy did.
- You ought to pick better buddies.
- I got two years.
I don't wanna get into a bar fight.
People always get into bar fights,
it's a clichй.
You see it in the motion pictures.
People get kicked in the head,
beer bottles and furniture...
I'm taking two years out of your ass!
Have you got a gun?
All right, knock this shit off.
I have been having a bad day.
I just got out of jail.
Already I've been shot at. I was
on a bus that flipped over 17 times.
A bitch tried to stab me
and somebody blew up my Porsche.
I usually don't jump in
when somebody's getting beat down, -
- but Jack Cates
is helping me straighten things out.
- Now let us go about our business.
- Because you've got a gun?
- Because I'll pop a cap in your ass.
- You don't have the guts to use it.
Anybody else want a limp?
Sorry about the kneecap.
I got a little excited.
- You blew that investigation.
- You disappeared on me.
- I didn't know I'd have to save your ass.
- I didn't need your help.
I should've had my spare gun.
Then I get in a bar fight.
Jesus, Jack, what are you doing?
- Hey!
- What was that for?
That was for the basketball.
Now we're even, we can start fresh.
I got to get out of here.
The deal is off.
- Fuck this!
- Bullshit. Get in the car.
Were you born a shithead
or did you take lessons?
Don't take it so damn personal.
- Stay the fuck away from me.
- Don't be stupid.
- Where are you going?
- Away from you.
Your tip turned out okay. Ganz' lady
lives down at the King Mei Hotel.
Bye, Jack.
Fuck you, Jack.
Shit!
Here's the story on one of the bikers.
Ganz, Richard. Member of the
Western Brotherhood motorcycle gang.
7 outstanding warrants.
72 outstanding traffic violations.
- L.A. Bike gangs?
- Yeah.  LAPD has more coming in. 
- I'll be right over. 
- The man is on suspension.
That ain't a good idea.
Wilson's here.
Christ! He heard about the bar.
Be out front with everything you got. 
15 minutes.
Kehoe, get in.
- Give me that. You steer.
- Jesus Christ!
- Hickcock. Ganz.
- That's Albert Ganz' brother.
They're cop killers.
They capped two cops, five days ago.
Special Investigations says
they're enforcers for their gang.
They've been linked to over 15 deaths.
Brake!
- Got anything else?
- No, nothing hard.
- Just go round the block.
- Too easy.
Kirkland Smith, you got a phone call.
Reggie Hammond.
- Reggie, is it done?
- It's a bit more complicated...
Don't mess with me.
You ain't a citizen no more.
You can't vote. Nobody will hire you.
You're outcast.
All you've got left is your word.
Don't break your word to me.
Nice place. What took you so long?
I thought you quit again.
What is it, you can't stay away?
I'm gonna hang and
we're gonna straighten this shit out.
But if you hit me again,
if you grab me...
If your hand brushes up against me...
- I'm gonna kill you.
- I'm gonna treat you right.
I'll let you get away with this shit
'cause you're in pain. Which arm is it?
My left. The doc says it's bruised
down to the bone.
- Now we're even!
- I just got even for the basketball.
Give me my money back,
then you can hit me with a ball.
Wait a minute.
Let's just go and talk to this girl.
- Don't snake me, Jack.
- We're just gonna talk to her.
This is just straight-ahead cop stuff.
Thank you...
So when is Cherry coming over?
Don't worry, he'll be by.
He said you were real nice.
He was right.
- We never hear of her.
- Heard of her now?
- A fake badge. My kid has one of those.
- Has your kid got one of these?
Angel Lee is upstairs.
Fourth floor. 4B.
She may not have even seen him.
He's in town for a hit,
not to pop his old girlfriend.
- Yes, he will.
- You wait