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Hey, doll. Got milk?
I had a sister who looked like you.
Died in the Tallahassee food riots.
ey!
Are you all right, Alina?
In my neighbourhood, this is a date.
I'm sorry it has to be this way. I hope|you understand the need to take precautions.
After I reached out to your people|and didn't hear back,
I wasn't sure you'd see me. Thank you.
How can I help you?
In one of your cable hacks,|you mentioned my father, Nathan Herrero.
We were colleagues, back in the days|of the Pacifiic Free Press.
I want you to help me find out|what happened to him.
My understanding is that your father was|"disappeared". In all probability, murdered.
That's the assumption,|but nobody knows for sure.
It's been over two years.|Maybe it's time for you to let him go.
I can't.
Not until I find out what happened|to him and who is responsible.
You should understand, Alina,|I am not in the investigation business.
But you are in the truth business,|and so was my father,
and all I'm asking for is the truth.
Will you help me?
Will you help me?
Still churning over how to handle the|daughter of that disappeared journalist guy?
She sent me these.
I looked into it back when he first|disappeared. It's all coming back to me.
Everybody wanted Herrero dead -|cops, Mob, political bosses.
Basically, he gave anyone who was dirty|a reason to kill him. And they did.
Sounds like a story right up your alley.|It's so depressing.
Section leader! Give me that contraband|and return to the training area
I feel for this girl.
Huh?
I really feel for this girl. There's a big hole|in her life and nothing's ever gonna fill it.
Finding out if her father was murdered by the|government or buried in cement by gangsters
- isn't gonna bring him back.|- No. But it'll get rid of the question marks.
- Not to be a pest, but anything on my stuff?|- About your birth mother.
I've searched medical records|of females around 20 years old
admitted to psychiatric care|around the time you were born.
- When is your birthday, by the way?|- I have no clue.
- What do you mean?|- Manticore wasn't big on that kind of thing.
- What's yours?|- November 11th.
I got you an early present.
A grapefruit! Haven't seen|one of these in a while.
Got 'em at the market on Fremont.|They had chickens, too.
- We must be in a recovery.|- I gottajet.
Max, if I need you to look into|the Herrero thing for me
One hand washes the other.
You should pick one.
- A birthday.|- What for?
In this short, brutal life, you gotta seize|any opportunity you can to celebrate.
Hey, Dru. May it be in your heart|to slip Herbal a Benjamin till Friday.
Man, I am broke like a potato chip.
Sorry, bro. I am tapped out myself.
I got your back.
Love.
What up with that? He gets paid dirt,|same as us. He's always totin' the note.
Jah give every man him time|to be flush in the sun.
Not in Seattle, dude.
You've been practising.
- Hey.|- Hey.
Well, the last time we played|it cost me three beers.
What have you got for me, Detective?
Squat.
Nathan Herrero exposed|a lot of wrong cops in his day.
His disappearance was investigated,|but not with much enthusiasm.
- Any way I can take a look at the case file?|- It's sealed.
- How come? I don't know.|- So whose pockets need lining?
I start sniffing after Nathan Herrero,|I get a brown thunderstorm.
Especially with Allan Lans|about to become police commissioner.
- That's a grim thought.|- Get used to the idea.
All I can tell you is the case files|are locked up in Muni.
- I'm sorry I let your guy down.|- He knows you do what you can, man.
You ever met him? Eyes Only?
Just a fan, doin' my part.
I got this for your kid. Hard to find nowadays.
- No need, man. I'm givin' you nothin'.|- It's not for you.
I'm sure my boy would love it, but I can't.
It doesn't make you a guy on the take.
Well, I guess everybody is.
At least helping you folks I can look myself|in the eye when I wake up in the morning.
Thanks.
There's a heifer I could get explicit with.
The Most High tell us|not to speak of wicked things.
Then it's all good, cos Original Cindy's|about deeds, not words.
Here's a 20th-century classic:|the Slinky Chick.
A front-wheel 180 into a nose manual,|hold the last pose for five seconds.
I shall demonstrate.
- What's up?|- Sketchy's showin' out for the lickety chick.
Only she belongs to me.
- Sketchy's got some mad skills.|- He aiight.
OK, Pony Boy. How about a jump?
No-foot can-can, cross up to a nose manual.
Cake.
That was practice. Real thing now.
Gotta blaze.
Logan. Me hittin' you back.
What kind of help?
- Cap, are you there?|- Yeah. Whaddaya got?
I got a moisture situation.|Fourth floor, men's room.
Well, no floating pieces of corn.|Which is good news.
- Hold it, right there.|- What if I wanna hold it over here?
- Don't make this any worse.|- You're the one holdin' the gun.
I dated a guy like you once.
Everything had to be his way.|Know what I told him?
"I wanna see other people."
Get off the bike!
- What the hell was that?|- I'm not sure.
It looked like a girl.
- Easy. Chill.|- Don't give me your "irie" crap, Herbal.
Everything is not all "cook and curry". OK?
My hours are numbered.
Hey, hey! Company equipment! Be careful!
Bip-bip-bip!
Why were you workin' as a mule for|a bunch of Russian gangsters? If I may ask.
I am a young capitalist in a failing economy.|I saw opportunity and went for it.
- Only you lost the cheese.|- I got to the drop and the envelope was gone.
Probably lost it drummin' for|my lickety boo. Serves you right.
I'm roadkill here, guys.
- How much are we talkin' about?|- More than I got.
Listen, my brother. This is just|the Book fulfilling itself.
Thank you for your kind words, Herbal.|But what do I do?
- Jah know.|- Jah come if I don't give these guys cash!
Maybe I should go talk to these guys,|explain what happened.
- Followed by some very fast running.|- No, no, these are businessmen.
The Odessa Social Club|is a fairly sizeable gambling operation.
These guys should be open|to an equitable arrangement.
But, Sketch, don't forget the part|about the very fast running.
This is gonna be OK. I'm confident.
When him *** dead,|who gets to keep his bike?
This says the police were investigating|a possible contract hit on Herrero,
paid for by the Beltran administration
as payback for taking down|one of the mayor's lieutenants.
When you fight city hall
Only Herrero was grabbed three days before|and never heard from again.
- Think another player got to him first?|- Looks like it.
Clean grab, no forced entry, housekeeper saw|signs of a struggle, reported him missing.
- Where was the daughter?|- She and Herrero were estranged at the time.
She was hittin' the ***, had an older|boyfriend Usual teenage thing.
Nathan didn't approve, so she ran away.
- Now all she wants is her daddy.|- How it goes, I guess.
- State your name for the record.|- Rebecca Cuthrell.
On the morning in question,|you arrived for work at?
- What did you find?|- Mr Herrero wasn't there.
It looked like there had been a fight.
- Herrero's housekeeper.|- Who reported him missing.
- Disappeared herself two weeks later.|- Scared, probably.
Or involved.
- Thanks for gettin' ahold of this.|- No big dealio.
I do seem to be putting you|in harm's way quite a bit lately.
- Yeah. And?|- So I got you a little somethin'.
- What's this?|- A present.
Not to sound ungrateful, but I don't do guns.
That would make you the only person|in this city not packing.
- And that's how it's gonna stay.|- A genetically engineered killing machine
squeamish about guns.
- Just a rule.|- OK.
- If you change your mind|- I won't.
I'm a little surprised. A high-minded,|idealistic, lefty humanist like yourself
advocating greasing the bad guys?
It's a "kick or be kicked in the ***" world.
Now, kickin' *** I got no issues with.
Cash didn't get there. Why?
Let me explain the situation.
Listen, Rafe. I understand you're upset.
I don't get upset, cos of|my ulcers. He gets upset.
OK. Now just hear me out|on this, Rafe. All right?
The envelope in question|you said had $15,000 in it?
I'll take your word on that|particular figure. So let's see.
You pay me 20 bucks a run, two runs a week.|That's, uh $2,080 a year.
Divide the 15 Gs
So, to make things right,|I will work for you for free
for 375 weeks.
Which works out to be the next|seven and one-fifth years, approximately.
Make me a counteroffer, guys?
Now, that is my idea of the perfect man.
Come on, guys! I got 36 hours to come up|with the money, or I'll end up like my clothes.
Will you please get me down?
- Well, I gotta bounce. Can you handle this?|- I got it covered.
Whatever you do, keep your hands|where they are. Original Cindy just ate.
Did some digging on the housekeeper.
She's been unemployed|since Herrero died, but
Alexander's not exactly Park Avenue.
Still, she bought an apartment.
So Rebecca Cuthrell helped kill Herrero,|waited a safe amount of time,
- then spent the blood money on a new crib.|- That's how I figure it.
Problem is, trail's cold.|We couldn't prove anything.
But if we knew who her friends are,|who she talks to,
maybe we could shake something loose,|give Alina the last chapter of her father's life.
To that end, I was wondering if|I could impose on you to install this.
Voice-activated parabolic mike|with a high-gain noise filter.
Lithium-powered RF transmitter|broadcasting at, what, 400 meg?
I excelled in telecommunications as a child.
Really?
I stand corrected.
This place used to be a haven|for writers, artists,
those of us who took the time to think|about what it means to be human.
Now it feels like we're in an armed camp.
For the time being.
Hello, my friend.
I was surprised to hear your voice|on the phone, and a little concerned.
I went to a lot of trouble to disappear.
But, after much hesitation, here I am.
- I appreciate your coming.|- What made you come looking?
Alina.
I used to play chess at this table with Hunter|Dillon, murdered by a police death squad
for speaking out against|the Beltran administration.
You didn't want to be next, so you staged|your own abduction and went into hiding?
Same as you. Only you kept working,|filing stories from underground. I didn't.
That's the part I don't understand.
I fell in love.
Found myself wanting
comfort, a life.
You walked away.
They were trying to kill me.|If anyone should understand, it's you.
Look at you. You're lucky you're still alive.
- What about your daughter?|- I wasn't a very good father. My fault.
I left her with what money I could.|Didn't think she'd miss me all that much.
What do you want me to tell her?
It would be easier for all concerned|to leave me dead, I suppose.
But I would like to see her
if she's open to it.
So the bad news is what?|He wasn't murdered?
He fought the good fight|and got a life. Makes sense.
You can relate to refusing responsibility.
Listen to you. Alina got her father back|and you're all "Who cares?"
- I didn't say that.|- Don't make this about yourself. It isn't.
You don't know what it's like|to be alone. I do.
Now who's making this about themselves?
Some guys can revise their priorities when|they find a girl who moves their furniture.
In fact, some guys are even lookin' for it.
Or so I've heard.
I'll go tell Alina about her father. I'll do|better at making it sound like a good thing.
Bye.
Wow.
You know, I'd done such a good job|preparing myself for the worst
But all this time he's been|out there and I didn't know.
It's like some kind of a miracle.
Excited?
I don't know what I am.
Of course I'm glad he's alive. But it's hard to|believe that he could've just abandoned me.
Look, it's pointless to try and|figure out who left who and why,
who's more right or less wrong.
Doesn't matter.|The both of you get a second chance.
Don't overthink it.
If you were me, would you see him?
In a heartbeat.
- Where is Max?|- She'll be here.
It's almost seven. I got till ten o'clock.|That's less than three hours.
- Who knew you were such a math ***?|- My life is at stake here, Cindy.
That female's word is like stone.
What'd I tell you? Party over here, girl!
Damn! Look at you flossin'!
- Mm, mm, mm!|- What are you drinkin'?
Apple martinis. The men's just gonna|give us their money, we so hot.
- We should get going.|- OK, OK. Got the bankroll?
A hundred, from Natalie on the QT.|That's all I could get.
You know where to meet us. V�monos.
Two hours and 56 minutes.
- Hi there. We just got off work.|- Dancing at the Cherry Bomb.
- Big tip night.|- A guy said this is a great place to have fun,
make a little money playin' that game with|the ball that spins. I forgot what it's called.
You girls gamble much?
Last week this one bet she could shoot|her thong the farthest, and won 50 bucks.
Have fun, ladies.
- So what's the dealio with this ***?|- The dealio is
the wheel is turning|at 3.2 revolutions per sec.
- How do you know that?|- I just do.
And the ball is rolling at a velocity|of 4.4 metres a sec. The rest is physics.
- Bet 11.|- Are you sure?
Just do it.
I can tell you where it's gonna land|but I can't call the bounce.
We have three large.
Another 12 to go and only an hour|before Sketchy's toast.
You ladies are doin' pretty good.|How much you up?
- About a cup size.|- But this wheel thing's a yawn.
- We're lookin' for some action.|- You girls like poker?
Is that the game where you|take your clothes off when you lose?
Uh here we play for money.|There's a game goin' on in the back.
- You wanna try?|- Come on, give it a shot.
High stakes. You can win|a lotta dough in a hurry back there.
What have we got to lose?
We like to take turns with the shuffle.|Keeps the game honest.
So, a little five-card stud?
Sounds like my kinda game.
You should throw one of your tens.|You've got too many.
Oh, sorry. Is it OK if we help each other?
I'm just remembering now, this is that really|confusing game with all those different cards.
Which is probably why|I always end up with no clothes on.
No problem.
It's your deal.
Somebody's been eatin' fries,|cos these cards are greasy.
Kinda like my ex, but we won't get into that.
Original Cindy, baby,|can you hand me a new setup?
Cool wit' you?
How 'bout we get rid of these|bet limits and open this mother up?
- You gonna fold?|- No.
On second thought, I'm out.
A lot of money there.
- It'll be about 12|- 14,234.
Plus Puffer's watch|and Henry's St Anthony medal.
- Hello?|- Believe.
Well, I'm all outta cash,|but how about a lap dance?
And what would be the value on that?
Well
At the Cherry Bomb, for|the two of us together, all night
a G.
- You only live once.|- If that.
OK. I'll see that bet.
Hate makin' girls cry but
More hearts than an organ bank, baby.
Dollar dollar.
We had lots of fun and|we got to keep our clothes on.
Uh don't rush off.
- We live with our parents.|- They worry.
It's a little rude, you know,|leavin' a game like this so suddenly.
You guys really wanna throw down with|all these nice, money-losin' folks watching?
You know, you don't|play so well with others.
I was home-schooled.
You threw two queens to pick up a straight|flush. That takes more than intuition, girl.
Lady Luck's a friend.
Give it up, girls.
OK. I guess we're gonna|throw down out here.
- Nobody touches the ta-tas!|- C'mon, sasquatch. Oh, there are two of you.
Don't make me get ghetto wit' you.
You better step out, cos Original Cindy| just stepped straight outta Compton!
Damn, girl. You the man.
- You did aiight yourself, boo.|- Let's go.
Your parents must've been terrorists,|cos you guys are the bomb!
Next time you need a favour|and call a friend, remember one thing:
you're outta lifelines, sweetheart.
Let's go.
A fiery explosion tore through this apartment|building on Alexander Drive late last night
killing two people.
Emergency workers removed the bodies|of 32-year-old Rebecca Cuthrell
and an unidentifiied male companion.
The cause is still under investigation, but|sources are calling the blast suspicious.
Who do you like for this?|The cops? The Mob? Beltran's people?
Me.
I'm the one who got this guy killed.
We find Alina her father, an hour later|the place is torched. It's not an accident.
But she was so I don't know|emotional, I guess.
You should've seen her face when I told her|her father was alive.
Somebody recruited her.|Probably Allan Lans.
- Damn. We got played.|- Not that we can prove any of this.
Herrero ended up dying|for what he believed in after all.
Even if he didn't believe it any more.
Looks like you got your martyr.
That's not how I wanted it.
Alina?
Wow. What a coincidence.
Headed to Portland too?
Um
- My boyfriend lives there.|- Probably need to get away.
It's gotta be pretty traumatic,|losing your father all over again.
You have my condolences.
Thought you might want this,|for kindling or something.
- You're good. Had me completely fooled.|- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Why'd you do it, Alina?|- Leave me alone.
How much did Lans pay you|to give up your father?
Hey!
- You'll never prove anything.|- Did you hate him or was it just the money?
It was both. All right?
It was both.
- Hey!|- Say goodbye to one of 'em.
No!
That should just about cover|a one-way ticket to Portland.
And you'll always have your hate.
This just came for you, Logan.
- Thank you, Bling.|- No problem.
The only thing necessary|for the triumph of evil
..is for good men to do nothing.
Thank you, my friend.|I spoke to my daughter this afternoon.
She's coming over for late supper tonight.
Now I have the chance|to start again with her and
well, I owe you one.
So I'm giving you this disk, and on it|you'll find information that proves
that Lans was responsible|for the death of a Seattle DA.
I've been sitting on this all this time|out of concern for Alina's safety.
I'm going to ask Alina to go away with me,|so she'll be out of harm's way.
Que tengas cuidado, � eh?
Mi gran amigo.
Max
I see a huge ladder out of|this hellhole called Jam Pony.
I'm not gonna rip off casinos|with you, Sketchy.
What you do is not "ripping off".
It's simply maximising|your God-given talents.
- So come on. Let's maximise.|- Maximise this!
Can you believe this guy? We bale him out,|next thing he's lookin' for another payday.
CREAM, baby, CREAM.
Cash Rules Everything Around Me. CREAM.
It's the world we live in.
With leadership and vision,|Allan Lans for police commissioner.
Do not attempt to adjust your set.|This is a Streaming Freedom Video bulletin.
This cable hack cannot be traced,|it cannot be stopped,
and it is the only free voice left in this city.
Yesterday a great man died.
But Nathan Herrero left behind graphic proof|that Allan Lans is a cold-blooded murderer.
What you are about to see|is diffiicult to watch.
But when you do, you will not|let Allan Lans steal this election.
He will be hunted down.|He will pay for his crimes.
And Nathan Herrero's death|will not have been in vain.
He was my friend.|He was a hero of the people.
Here is his final testament.
So Logan finally|restored his mentor to sainthood.
Albeit posthumously.
Funny guy, Logan. Lotta rules.
Maybe he's right about one thing:|maybe I should pick a birthday,
just to have something to celebrate|in this short, brutal life.
How about April Fool's Day?
Maybe not. My life's enough of a joke.
Yesterday. Yeah. Born yesterday.
And the best part is|I have a whole year not to think about it.