A Man Apart

The Mexican cartels have

1,500 miles of border between them

and the greatest drug-consuming

nation on earth...

... separated

by a 15-foot-high fence

which starts at the Pacific Ocean

and travels the distance

of four states.

They flood our streets,

day after day, week after week,

at an average of 20 tons a month.

That's enough to provide

a line of cocaine

for every man, woman,

and child on this planet.

- Yeah?

- It's me.

What's up?

I've got tickets

to the Tuesday game.

- Is that right?

- Row 10, seat 14.

14? Oh, I'm with that!

I'll see you there.

From 10 tons

a week ago in Colombia

to one bump tonight in L.A.,

worlds away from the men

who run

the whole goddamned show.

And remember, no one must

make all the arrests.

We book them downtown,

and the extradition will

take place from there.

Are we clear?

We're clear that you wouldn't be

going in there without us.

You heard the man.

Let's get ready to move.

Demetrius, let's have the gun.

- Est loco.

- You gotta be kidding me, Frost.

We are on their turf.

Isn't that right, Sean?

Come on.

Memo Lucero was a Colombian

who saw opportunity in Mexico's

northern border towns.

He set up shop in Tijuana

and built the busiest,

most lucrative drug pipeline

the world has ever seen.

Lucero never slept

in the same place twice,

so no one

ever knew where he was.

But after seven years,

we finally tracked him down.

Let's go.

Frost, this is stupid.

They call us down here.

They take away our weapons?

They expect us to go

into a building

full of drunken

cartel gunmen unarmed?

I mean, that isn't fun.

You're not getting paid

to have fun.

Good luck, gentlemen.

Bureaucrats!

Ay, chingado.

All right.

Stay down!

Sh*t!

You have no idea what kind

of mistake you're making.

Put your hands up!

Things are only

gonna get worse, for all of us.

Do me a favor

and shut the f*** up!

Come on.

Boss, let me go home

and see my wife.

- I'll think about it.

- I can't go home and see my wife?

I'll think about it!

Get out of here, you knucklehead!

Hey! Good job!

Damn right, good job!

Seven years, dog!

We got him!

- Where are you?

- Honey, I'm still down here.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm okay.

It was a little crazy,

but I'll be home tomorrow

or the next day.

Right.

Baby...

... what are you wearing?

One of your old jerseys.

Not that blue one that you

look incredibly sexy in.

Yeah, the one that

smells like you.

- Is that a good thing?

- It's a great thing.

What are you doing right now?

Making candles.

Is that pine or evergreen?

Sean!

It's my favorite one.

Of course it is.

Oh, I miss you!

Two months ago,

with the arrest of Memo Lucero,

we finally dealt the Pacific corridor

its first substantial blow.

We didn't talk like cops,

we didn't look like cops,

we didn't act like cops.

For that matter, we never

hung out with them, either.

We had an edge that came

from growing up on the streets.

That's why were

the most successful

anti-narcotics crew

in law enforcement.

We made the dent that

the naysayers said we couldn't make.

From this day forward,

things will be different.

By taking out Lucero,

we have cut the head

off the dragon.

And now we are sending

an emphatic message

to anyone out there

who may have designs

on filling the void

left by Memo Lucero.

The cartels know now

that the U.S. Will not stand by idly

while they pollute our shores

with their narcotics.

What's happening, homes?

Peace will be restored,

and the flow of cocaine will stop.

I'm happy to announce

that, effective today,

their business

in Southern California is over.

To the men and women

of our undercover units,

enjoy the accolades,

because you've certainly earned them.

They want to play in a tournament.

They want to ball against us, dog.

Against who?

Ramon Cardena

was killed yesterday.

- Who, Lucero's guy?

- Yeah, state's attorney's.

I'm not gonna shed

any tears over it,

but I am concerned

about one thing...

this could get a little bit messy.

Frost, this is for you.

It's eucalyptus, for enlightenment.

Enlightenment?

Baby, he's a senior citizen.

- Give him the Viagra candle.

- Sean!

Big Sexy!

What's up, dog?

What did I tell you about smoking?

I got you, dog.

You don't want me to

put you in the sleeper hold.

What's up with all these

damn narc cars out here?

Is this a police convention?

Supposed to be

a damn barbecue, dog.

Believe me, you're cool here.

You're with me. It's my house.

I sure hope

it's cool to go through.

- Thanks.

- Hi.

What's up with that?

What's up, my Main D?

Yo, Sexy,

what's going on, boy?

Man, it's cracking out here.

Check that out.

- Yeah!

- Oh, my goodness!

Talkin' to me!

Yeah?

Imagine she was like us...

just wanted to f***,

you know what I'm saying?

Right here, right now.

Why can't women think like that?

Sometimes a man

got to get his f*** on

without love getting

in the way of it, that's all I'm saying.

Can I get an amen up in here?

- Amen.

- That's what I'm talking about.

Now, I'm sure that my man Sean

feels the same way, right?

- Yes.

- Huh?

- Yes.

- Get the hell out of here!

Why you trying

to do that to me?

Hey, dog, his girl

got him whipped, dog, for real.

- Oh, you're not whipped?

- No. I'm peeping right now.

You still got the game?

Candice!

No, no, I'm just joking.

We're having a debate about

the survival of the species...

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