container facility?
What? Cartage theft?
Too visible. Too lowball for them.
There's an oil refinery and a scrap yard.
Refinery only pays by check.
No cash around.
Same for the scrap yard.
Stealing hubcaps?
A refinery and a scrap yard.
What the hell is going on?
That's what we are trying to figure out.
We thought we had it.
Thought we had it.
l got an idea...
...on what they were looking at.
Want to know what they're looking at?
l mean, is this guy something,
or is he something?
This crew is good.
Know what they're looking at?
What?
Us.
The LAPD.
The police department.
We just got made.
Yeah!
Okay!
Okay, motherfucker!
Kelso come through?
Yeah, you can build a bank with these.
Name is Hanna.
First name, Vincent.
l smeared this sergeant five yards.
Hanna's all over you.
He's on all the work cars.
Michael's house. Shiherlis's.
Not yours. They've been
losing you at night.
He's a hot dog.
Graduate school. Marine Corps.
Lieutenant in Robbery-Homicide.
He's taken down some heavy crews.
He blew away Frankie in Chicago.
He was a fucking maniac.
He was working Narcotics before that.
Divorced twice. Current wife's Justine.
He's why the extra heat.
The vice sergeant...
...says Hanna likes you...
...thinks you're some kind of star.
You do this sharp, that sharp.
Look how sharp this guy is to figure that.
Funny as a heart attack.
Three marriages? Do you think that means
he likes staying home?
Means he's one of those guys out there...
...prowling around all night, dedicated.
With him and this much heat,
you should pass.
lt's worth the stretch.
This guy can hit or miss.
You can't miss once.
You sure?
l am sure.
Let's go to the garage.
Where are we going?
Where are you going?
Out.
What are they on?
TAC 9.
They're northbound out LAX on the 405.
We got four ground units.
This is Vincent Hanna in Air 18.
Who have l got?
This is JJ. l'm in Air 40.
Richard Glover's with me.
lt's on the 105 eastbound...
...approaching the 110.
Revolving tail?
l got two units in front, three behind.
Have one of them pick me up
at the Vermont on-ramp.
Let's go.
Am l 100 yards, or what?
Am l close or far, or what?
Three hundred yards, center lane.
How're you doing?
What do you say l buy you a cup of coffee?
Yeah, sure. Let's go.
Follow me.
Seven years in Folsom.
ln the hole for three.
McNeil before that.
McNeil as tough as they say?
You looking to become a penologist?
You looking to go back?
l chased down some crews. Guys just
looking to fuck up, get busted back.
That you?
You must've worked some dipshit crews.
l worked all kinds.
You see me doing liquor store holdups
with a ''Born to Lose'' tattoo on my chest?
l do not.
Right.
l am never going back.
Then don't take down scores.
l do what l do best:
l take scores. You do what you do best:
Try to stop guys like me.
You never wanted a regular-type life?
What is that? Barbecues and ball games?
Yeah.
This regular-type life like your life?
My life? No, my life...
My life's a disaster zone.
l got a stepdaughter so fucked up...
...because her real father
is this large-type asshole.
l got a wife.
We're passing each other
on the down slope of a marriage.
My third.
Because l spend all my time
chasing guys like you around the block.
That's my life.
A guy told me one time:
''Don't get attached to anything
you can't walk out on in 30 seconds...
''...if you feel the heat around the corner.''
lf you're on me and you got to move
when l move...
...how do you expect to keep a marriage?
That's an interesting point.
Are you a monk?
l have a woman.
What do you tell her?
l tell her l'm a salesman.
So, if you spot me coming
around that corner...
...you'll just walk out on her?
Not say good-bye?
That's the discipline.
That's pretty vacant.
lt is what it is.
lt's that, or we both better go
do something else.
l don't know how to do anything else.
Neither do l.
l don't want to either.
Neither do l.
You