It's time. Heh.
You look crazy, man. You okay? Yeah.
No. I don't know.
I mean, I knew this day was coming.
I guess I kind of ignored it, you know?
Mm-hm.
Maybe... Maybe I just couldn't deal.
- Maybe this is for the best, right? - That's right.
I mean, the man's almost 60. He needs this to work out.
L... I need this to work out.
Bottom line, my dad's going straight.
What are you gonna do if he doesn't stay straight?
Kill him.
Get down!
Get down.
What are you trying to do?
Possession of a firearm is a violation of your parole.
Usually, it's just a hug and a hello.
Yeah, sweet digs you got.
Forget the cars. Tell me why those guys were trying to wet you.
Four-forty, GTX.
Oh, baby, this is when Detroit was Motor City.
Here you go, man.
- Thank you, Deaq. Ha, ha.
Gotta love this guy, all right?
Comes within a curly of getting killed and he wants a spicy Polish with everything.
The eats can wait, okay?
- The hit, Dad. Come on. - It was nothing.
What happened there was something.
Unfinished business.
Some Nigerian Mafia guy, he was pissed off about nothing.
I'm guessing the Nigerian you pissed off was Fidelis Etobi.
The girl knows her stuff.
Who's this Etobi guy?
Well, if you're selling or shooting African-made heroin...
...chances are it was imported by Etobi.
The department's been trying to make Etobi for the last year, but he's off the heavy.
Nothing sticks. He's slick, sharp and educated.
And like most Nigerian Mafia, he has a very special love of his life:
Counterfeit.
Currency, stock certificates, driver's license.
This man loves to buy and sell anything that's not the real deal.
Which is how I'm guessing you guys hooked up.
The man came to me four years ago. He needed some phony U.S. Passports.
He's got couriers. I obliged.
Come time to get paid, he wanted to stiff me.
So I un-obliged.
Poor Etobi.
Couple of his couriers got grabbed at LAX carrying phony passports...
...and heroin butt balloons.
And, of course, I got grabbed on that other counterfeiting charge...
...and, uh, I became 665-5321 for the last four years.
So the hit today was revenge for screwing him over?
Well, yeah, but I dodged a couple in the joint.
He tried to have you killed inside?
In the yard, the laundry, twice in the shower...
...Christmas morning.
And during the American Idol finale. That pissed me off.
- Why didn't you tell me about any of this? - My business, my problems.
You got a fridge around here? I'm dying for a cold one.
In the back, Ray-Ray.
We gotta take Etobi out.
Look, there is no way I can get authorization for an operation...
...based on something Etobi might do.
- We're talking about my father's life, Billie. - You don't think I want that? I really do.
But my hands are tied.
He needs to go to the feds, witness protection probably.
- There's gotta be a play to be made. - Van, I can't.
Etobi's a heroin dealer, right? We nail him, it's twofer.
We get a drug dealer and my father gets to live.
I've taken a couple of whacks at this guy. I've come up short every single time.
So don't play for the heroin.
You got a little something-something he wants now.
Ray-Ray.
Killing Ray-Ray...
...is supposed to be your skill set.
Yo, I mean, it was hype.
I mean, I never thought no partners with knives...
...would turn this into an Eastside-Westside thing.
I have no idea what you are saying.
He was picked up by these two guys.
I mean, they were protecting him.
I want you to advance in my organization.
But that requires successful execution of assigned tasks.
Look, these guys, man, they were good.
I see.
You see Ray-Ray, you shoot him on sight.
Or the same awaits you.
Van and Deaq approach Etobi as crime bosses with a diversified business.
They're gonna tell him you work for them and offer to buy your life back...
...with counterfeit U.S. Savings bonds.
- Ten million dollars' worth. - Playing his love for the schwag.
Especially bonds.
Van and Deaq are gonna make the deal. When they hand over the bonds, I move in.
And Etobi becomes the new Nigerian ambassador to Chino Men's Prison.
- Ha-ha-ha. - And you want me to make those bonds?
Actually, no.
You're a parolee and I can't condone any act...
...that would technically violate your parole.
But you are the best.
So this like the un-retiring of M.J., only good.
No, there's no un-retiring over here.
Look, I want floor seats for your game because you're making the fake again.
Ray-Ray is back on blizz-ock, yeah.
He's not back on the blizz-ock. He's just helping us out, okay?
He's going straight.
He's gonna be checking in with his officer every day, he's got a legit job I lined up.
He's going straight. Tell them.
Van's right. Besides, I'd need help on this thing.
Bonds are sophisticated stuff. I got the eye but I ain't got the tech.
For that, we need a friend of mine, Gretchen Bix.
Gretchen worked with me on those phony passports four years ago.
And just for your information...
...Gretchen is the actual spicy Polish with everything.
Ha, ha. Way to go, Ray. I like your daddy.
Oh, Ray-Ray, you have no idea how much I missed you.
- Gretchen. - Ha.
Would you say hello to Detective Hayes...
...and Officer Ray? Hey.
Oh, my God, you're Donovan.
This is such a pleasure.
Your dad's told me so much about you.
Please, call me Van.
And look, you two even have the same chin.
As I told you, Gretchen, on the phone, these two officers...
If you're looking to take down Etobi, count me in.
Anything for Ray-Ray.
- Gretchen, you're a doll. - Ha, ha.
Our bait of choice is U.S. Savings bonds.
Love it. We'll need to find some socials, pick a series...
...maybe mix up the denominations.
I gotta tell you, I can't say I'm too impressed with your paper.
- My father's ass is on the line here. - Oh, that's just from one of my students.
Students?
I teach some kids looking to break into the trade.
Not exactly the kind of class listed in the community college catalog, huh? Ha.
Is she great or what?
Yeah, great.
Don't worry.
This isn't where I work.
This is where I work.
You ought to see her White House security passes.
Look at that, Van. Ha, ha.
I don't get it, dude.
Her and my dad, it just doesn't compute.
It does for me. Maybe you can't deal with the fact...
...that your popdukes pulled a hottie younger than you. Whoo!
He is not flexing her.
- Denial. - He's not.
Denial.
I know my dad, okay?
He likes them all dolled up and years past their warranty.
IHOP waitress reading Kerouac, that's more his style.
All right, if he's not knocking it with her, what's tripping you up, then?
She's got the tech, she's obviously doing great on the success meter.
So what's she doing partnering up with an old inky-finger like my dad?
Let me tell you about Ray-Ray from an objective person.
The man is a package. He's smarts, charm and style.
If I ever came back to this world as a white man, he's the man I wanna be.
So whatever Gretchen sees in him, she's got good instincts.
The girl is champion.
Let's just go see Etobi.
Ah. Sorry, guys.
- Etobi is gonna have to wait. - Why?
You'll be checking in here every day.
Yes, sir.
And you'll be attending your job as an anti-counterfeit specialist...
...at Regal Security Corporation in Beverly Hills?
Yes, sir.
And, of course, you will not be associating with any criminals.
Of course not, sir.
And violation of any these is grounds for termination of your parole...
...and return to incarceration.
- Understood. - Good.
Good, good.
- So then, how's your first day been? - Uneventful.
Hey, how'd it go?
- All good in the hood. - Great.
Looking forward to your security gig?
Yeah, 9-to-5, new adventure. What the hell?
I'm coming up against the big 6-0. I figure I can't live the life forever.
So how does it feel going straight?
Oh, you know, it might take a little breaking in.
Getting the kinks out, but, uh, so far, it's okay.
Hey...
I just wanna let you know I'm really proud of you...
...what you're doing.
And, uh, ahem, it means a lot to me.
Let's go annoy some Nigerians.
Come on.
- Dad knows how to work the BlackBerry? - Went over it three times.
I don't know.
Soon as Etobi asks us for proof that we own your pops...
...I say no, he comes in.
Here he is, bingo.
Genuine African man.
That's what I call a brother-man from the motherland.
Whoa! Whoa, everybody, what's up?
These are the people I told you about.
Fidelis Etobi of Nigeria...
...Deaqon Hayes, Van Strummer, the world, player.
ETOBl: Ray-Ray's guardian angels.
You'll forgive me if I don't deem this a pleasure.
Deem. Ha, ha.
Hear that?
No wonder you're a hit with the ladies, all that book learning.
Such an aggressive people, you Americans.
We, on the other hand, are a peaceful people.
What do you call this thing?
Raspberry?
We're all business people.
And we're here to deal.
Call off your people, man.
Give me a moment with these gentlemen.
Sorry for the inconvenience, ladies. Didn't mean to startle you.
Always like to keep the party popping. How you doing? Hmm.
ETOBl: You said you are here to deal.
We have a mutually exclusive problem.
Ray-Ray. You want him dead, we want him alive.
I'm afraid Ray-Ray is not negotiable.
You see, Etobi, Ray-Ray's in our employ for a thing we have going.
And what thing would that be?
A thing that can line your pockets as well as ours.
Let me break it down. Ray-Ray is an artist.
See, it's a little hard for him to work for us if he's dead. Ha.
So we wanna buy out that little death warrant you have issued on him.
Ray-Ray's cooking up some counterfeit bonds for us.
Officially U.S. Patriots.
Now, we thought maybe we could slip you a few.
Say 10 million few.
- Ten million? - Ten million.
A lucky number in Nigeria.
I don't know, maybe you gotta be young.
To hell with this.
And how can I be assured Ray-Ray won't try to sabotage the bonds as he's wont to do?
You can be assured...
...because Raymond Ray works for us, not for you.
And here's a little something worth knowing about the man.
You don't screw him, he'll never screw you.
What do you say, Etobi, do we have a deal?
Somebody call 911.
- Aah! I wouldn't be doing that.
Put it down!
Etobi. Ha, ha.
I'd shake your hand, Etobi, but I'm pressing on a vein right now.
Tell your boy to back off, Etobi.
Cool. We're all cool. Everybody just relax.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa! - Hey!
Play the smart move here, Etobi.
You're a businessman.
A good businessman never lets it get personal when the price is eight figures.
Don't do it, Etobi. You kill that man, you kill the deal.
I need him.
We need him.
You seem to have a special affinity for Ray-Ray.
Nothing but a service provider to me.
But a necessary one.
So do we have a deal?
Yes, I'll accept.
Great. I guess we'll be rolling.
But on two conditions.
One, I want to see a sample of the bonds within 24 hours.
Our Ray-Ray has been incarcerated for a quite a while.
And I need to ensure his skills have not eroded.
- Done. ETOBl: And two...
...I want him to apologize for sabotaging my operation four years ago.
No, I don't think so.
Fine.
Wait. Ray-Ray, apologize.
Apologize, Ray-Ray.
Ebola.
Etobi...
...I'm very, very sorry.
I'm sure you're not.
But it was fun making you say it. Ha-ha-ha.
Lt'll be all right, Ray-Ray. You're all right.
Oh, jeez. What do we do, Deaq, hospital or not?
Look, I know a vet that stitched me up back in my gangster days, man.
He's a couple of miles from here. But you make the call.
Oh, guys, I'm bleeding on your upholstery. I'm awful sorry.
All right, uh, all right. Just take him to the hospital.
Relax, kid. It's gonna be all right.
You don't get it, Dad, do you?
The hospitals have to report gunshot wounds to the police.
When your parole officer finds out what went down, your next stop is prison.
Oh, we're not going there, kid. Don't worry.
Don't be so hyper. Remember the time we rode up to Oregon?
You were about 10 years old. Long trip.
You were hyper all the way. We were going fishing.
You thought there wouldn't be enough fish when we got there. You remember that?
First shot out of the box...
...cast that line in there, hooked a 40-pound bass.
Yeah, you never told me you did father-son things.
We never went to Oregon. The man's hallucinating.
You ever see a 40-pound bass? Lt'd be a whole different species.
You okay?
Doc, listen to me. I'm begging you, okay? Please.
- Do not file this police report. - I'm sorry, I have no choice.
- It says here you were taken to the hospital. - Yes, sir.
- It's my father. If you have... - I understand.
I want you to just listen to me.
Maybe we could do something for you in exchange, you know?
What do you want? You want into a hot club?
How about floor seats to the Lakers? We can make that happen.
How about honeys to go with those floor seats?
Nothing like strutting it to Staples Center with a couple of cuff links on your arms.
- A guy like you? - Gentlemen, I'm required by the law.
- After being shot. - Yes, sir.
If you file this police report, this man's life over...
Sir, I am a licensed physician in the state of California.
- In West Los Angeles. - Yes, sir.
All I'm asking is for you to bend the rules.
- I have a legal responsibility which I follow. - Just asking you to bend the rules once.
In a, uh... In a hunting accident.
Must have blown my duck call too loud.
I greenlight this case...
...and before my ass print's out of my chair, he almost gets himself killed.
What happened at the Ivory was my fault, okay? Not his.
I gave him bad instructions.
Okay, Van, I want you to listen to me really carefully here.
Okay, this is a rare moment of real concern...
...and if you tell anybody about this, I swear I'll deny it.
I like your dad, but you, you are who I care about here.
Most guys who grow up hating their fathers...
...don't give a damn about what happens to them.
But you keep going to the mat for this guy. I mean, what's the pull he has on you?
The first 20 years of my life, I fought my father.
Next seven, I didn't even speak to him.
- But things are different now, he needs me. - Does he?
Or you just want him to?
Okay, could you just yell at me or tear me a new one or something?
Because this whole interpersonal warmth thing is just...
I gotta go shoot someone.
The socials are from a database Gretchen hacked into...
...the, uh, series number's from a 20-year-old issue.
- Not bad. - Not bad?
This is gangster. These should be enshrined in Counterfeit Hall of Fame.
Darling, he's complimenting you.
Oh, stop it. I'm only this good because of you.
No, I just handed you the ball. You ran it in for a touchdown.
Listen to you, Humble Hal.
All right, we've gotta get these test batches over to Etobi.
- And I gotta get you to your job. - You didn't tell me you have a job.
Yup, it's a, uh, condition of my parole.
I work at a securities firm.
Counterfeiting expert. Van lined it up for me.
I'm telling you, man, you going straight is a sad day for the fake trade.
They should retire your fingers and hang them from the rafters.
Don't worry, the trade will be fine without me. Gretchen is gonna own it.
Ah. Let's go to work.
I figured it out what's tripping you up about this girl.
- What's that? - You're a player-hater.
What, you think I'm jealous?
Look, my dad can have Gretchen, okay? That girl does nothing for me.
Not jealous of Ray-Ray. Jealous of Gretchen, bro.
- Gretchen? - I saw you, man.
You can't tell me you didn't see that vibe they have.
Come on, now, it was bugging you a little bit.
You gotta admit that. I mean, I feel for you as your friend.
She's got the relationship with him that you're supposed to have.
These are beyond fine.
Always kick-ass craftsmanship from the house of Ray-Ray.
So we're on for the full 10 mill?
Harborfront, the old Ontor warehouse, noon tomorrow.
And I want Ray-Ray to hand them to me personally.
He owes me the courtesy.
Done.
It appears your association with Ray-Ray will be more fruitful than mine was.
You seem to be very happy with him.
Happy with his work. I wouldn't say we're happy with him.
- Van. - Guy makes the fake better than anyone.
But he can be a real cold, distant, emotional son-of-a-bitch sometimes.
- We seriously need to roll. - Yeah, yeah.
He's got the whole cool, king of the world outside...
...but on the inside, nothing. Just ice. - Van.
I'm telling you. You ever try to get close to Ray-Ray, he'll shut you out.
Hey. Van.
Van?
Now we roll.
You mind telling what that was?
You know what that was, you dug it out of me.
- Van. - Every single time...
...my father does the perfect thing to set me off.
- Van. - He doesn't know he's doing the thing.
- I don't even know what to do about it. - I know what to do, tell him.
I will.
You're on a roll these days. Should have your own talk show. I'd watch.
Thank you.
Regal Security. - Raymond Ray, please.
Oh, Mr. Ray is not here today.
What do you mean? I dropped him off myself, are you sure?
Sorry, sir. He never came in.
Thanks.
What's up?
What the hell?
Where the hell is he? - Your dad's not here, he left...
Why aren't you at your job?
I've got a lot of bonds to cut, kid.
I figured I'd get an early jump.
Like chips, casino logos.
You're counterfeiting again.
It's what I do.
I should've let Etobi blow your sorry ass away.
Oh, come on, you never had any intention of going straight.
You got your facts wrong, pal. I was going straight.
Then I get shot, and I ask myself how I wanna live my life if I make it...
...and I decided the life I'm living is just fine.
So this is the best you could come with?
- Does this go on a lot? - This is the prelim, the pounding's next.
They hit each other?
Hell, yeah. Till one of them is unconscious.
I preferred when you were in prison.
You pulled crap, I didn't have to deal with you.
I got news for you, junior.
Inside, outside, you don't have to deal with me.
- And I don't have to deal with you. - That's a great solution, Dad.
But I've got a better solution. Stop lying to me, tell me the truth for once.
I never lied to you.
I changed my mind.
I hope you and your changed mind are happy...
...because after this thing with Etobi is done, so are we.
I can't see you, I can't hear from you. I can't know your business.
What you've done, the decision you made is a permanent wedge between us.
No. The permanent wedge between us...
...is when you joined the force and sent me that telegram.
You were so proud of yourself.
Yeah, I was.
I mean, who wouldn't be? Their son, the cop.
Me, and that was the point. To hurt me.
And you did.
Is that what this is all about? All I ever wanted to do was hurt you?
Well, congratulations, Dad, because now we're even.
Let me tell you how this is gonna go down.
You are nothing more than a rap sheet to me.
Pray you never cross my desk.
If anybody should be praying, junior, it's you.
Get the iodine, here it comes.
You wanna hit me, you wanna hit me? Go ahead!
I'm done. I got no more fight in me.
You're wasting my time.
Oh, no, this is horrible.
You kidding? This is growth.
Nobody's bleeding. The relationship just went to a whole new level.
Here he comes.
The meet's tomorrow at noon. Make sure he's ready.
Harborfront's a smart call by Etobi. It's too wide open to plant a SWAT team.
So this is how we're gonna play this.
You guys are gonna take the meet and hand over the bonds.
We're gonna plant a camera in your car that records the exchange.
I'll be 400 yards down the pier with backup.
When Etobi takes the bonds and drives off thinking he's gonna live happily ever after...
...I'm gonna meet him at the access gate and fit him for an orange jump suit.
- Your father all set? - Yeah.
The bonds perfect?
- You expect anything less? - No.
Well, happy bust, everybody.
Is he ready? - Just packing up.
- I'll wait in the car with Deaq. - Van.
About yesterday with your dad, it just...
Look, this really isn't your jurisdiction, okay?
So if you're gonna start in on how I should forgive him...
The man inspires me.
I only teach the craft because of him.
I'm a cop, okay? I really don't wanna hear this.
Do you have anything resembling point?
Look, I am not telling you to forgive him or even approve of what he does.
I've got news for you, okay? My dad blows me away.
Most guys come out of prison after four years beaten up, worn down.
Raymond Ray comes out stronger than when he went in.
The guy's pure force. He wills himself to win.
Just one thing, he's a criminal.
And so are you.
The moment I drive off with the bonds...
...I want you to kill Ray-Ray and his guardians.
And succeed this time...
...because I see greatness for you.
You have no idea how tight you guys got my butt cheeks, man.
Game on. - Yeah, I got it.
Look at this production, Etobi.
You got guys, I got guys.
Ray-Ray, we've got places to go. Come on. Let's do this.
Too bad we couldn't have worked this out like a couple of men, huh?
The bonds will suit me just fine.
You hear that? Show the man his stash.
Puck's about to drop.
Thank you, gentlemen.
As for your future dealings with Ray-Ray...
...I believe the American expression is, watch your back.
Ha. Ebola, I got another American expression for you.
Scoreboard, baby. I win.
Damn it, Ray-Ray.
- Okay, Ray-Ray. Let's get in the car now. - I nailed your ass to the wall. They're cops.
It's okay, okay. Hayes, Ray. Ray, a relation.
Come on, junior, show him your badge.
Come on. Let's go.
What wrong with you? You blew our cover. Trying to get us killed?
Sorry. Best thing about screwing a guy is letting him know you screwed him.
Billie. Billie, Etobi's booking.
Damn.
You tried to ice my father. That would leave me with no one to play catch with.
Go ahead.
You Rays seem to enjoy playing dirty.
So go ahead.
Van.
Come on.
Van.
Don't worry, Etobi. Prison ain't so bad.
Just keep your head up when American Idol's on.
Thanks, Ray-Ray. You almost cost me a collar today.
I'm afraid I lost control. Can you forgive me, honey?
I'll just make sure to put in my report that you're a pain in the ass, honey.
Ha. You take care of yourself, okay?
Guys, I want you to know how much I appreciate what you've done for me.
Anytime, man.
You came through for me big.
And you're a hell of a cop, kid.
Thanks.
And you're under arrest.
Raymond Ray, you are charged with manufacturing casino chips...
...in violation of U.S. Counterfeiting laws.
What are you doing, man? You just cuffed your old man.
I'm treating you to a therapist.
He's got his job to do, and I've got mine.
He's right, Deaq. Don't sweat it.
I dig your style, Ray-Ray. Classy, even in defeat.
Lead the way, officer.
Sorry, Van.
Uncuff him.
Pointing guns at a Los Angeles police officer is a big time felony.
That's one thing my dad didn't teach you.
- Uncuff him. Unbelievable.
She's got issues with you. You've got issues with him.
Man, I'm the only one normal here.
Sorry, Van. Gotta go.
Ray-Ray, don't do it.
- You are champion, baby. - You played the game and you lost, man.
This is where you clean out your locker till next season.
You run, you become a fugitive. Adds about 10 years to your sentence.
You know me, guys. Stakes are high, gotta go for the win.
- I'm kicking your daddy's ass. - I thought you were his biggest fan.
Yeah, that's till he boned out on us, Van. Let's go.
You see that peel out? Watch this, runs in the family.
- Uh-oh. - Dead end.
It's over, Ray.
I'm afraid not, kid.
It's just starting.
I'm guessing none of these bins got a secret door out of here.
- And I'm guessing that ain't no supersoaker. - Aw! Let's rock 'n' roll, baby.
That guy is really starting to piss me off.
Let's go. Come on, let's go.
Come on. Let's move.
Come on.
Oh, come on!
Doesn't this guy ever run out of ammo?
One more round?
Ding, ding.
Come on.
Go on.
Unh! Come on.
Come on.
Where you going?
Where are you going?
Wake up.
No, no, no.
Wake up, wake up! No! No!
Whatever you wanna do, I'm with you.
Now, that's when Detroit was Motor City.
You okay?
Yeah.
No, I don't know.
Hey, uh, what I said about if I ever came back as a white man...
...it wouldn't be Ray-Ray.
It would be Jim Carrey.
Ha, ha. He gets 20 million a picture, brother. You know what I'm saying?
Why don't we take this car out for a cruise on Sunset Strip, Van?
No, man. I'll pass, thanks.
Ah. Too bad.
Like your dad said, that was when Detroit was Motor City.
Forget Sunset.
Let's take a ride to Vegas.
Always bet on black.