(THUNDER RUMBLING)
The more jobs we do with these guys...
The more they squeeze us.
Fucking Russians.
MIKE: Well, Vassili kept things tight,
at least you knew where you were.
But this bitch... (SCOFFS)
I don't know.
RUSSELL: Man, no shit.
I can almost feel her breathing down our necks.
I'll tell you what though, man.
This job, it's keeping her up nights.
Yeah. Well, the less we know, the better.
All right, so what we're talking about,
we're gonna need more bodies.
Franco and Marcus?
That's our move?
Well, we could do it ourselves, but...
Inside three minutes?
No, it's not possible.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
Job needs to be done in broad daylight.
That means civilians, that means terrain.
We need them.
GABE: Don't worry.
I trained with Marcus.
Ah, shit. Fuck.
Hey, watch the leather, man.
GABE: Yeah.
(CLEARS THROAT) So, yeah, these guys,
they can handle themselves. Trust me.
I'm telling you, Mike. Me and Marcus go way back.
It ain't Marcus I'm worried about.
All right.
We go in two weeks.
(ENGINE STARTING)
(INDISTINCT NEWS RADIO CHATTER)
(SIRENS WAILING)
(INDISTINCT NEWS RADIO CHATTER CONTINUES)
MARCUS: What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
GABE: I just don't get how you can love
a dog more than a chick is all.
MARCUS: Well, you got a girlfriend,
now you can talk about women, huh?
Hey, Russell, where did you say
your brother met that girlfriend he has now,
the one he's in love with?
All right.
I need you all to tighten it up for me now.
RUSSELL: Hey, you heard him.
Tighten it up. MARCUS: All right.
FRANCO: You better be right about this, Mike.
IRINA: "One day, the czar's gardener came to report
"that someone had been stealing the fruits from the garden.
"Determined to catch the thief... (CELL PHONE VIBRATING)
"...the czar ordered his three sons
"to watch his precious garden through the night."
(MUFFLED SCREAMING) (BANGING)
(MUFFLED SCREAMING)
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
"Elizabeth was loved by everyone in town."
(CONTINUES READING INDISTINCTLY)
Let's make this one for the books, huh?
Here's some paperwork to get it done.
Check them!
FRANCO: Radio check. Check, check. One, two.
We're good.
We good? MIKE: Yeah.
(COCKS GUN)
Down! Everybody down! (ALARM BEEPING)
Everybody down! (THIEVES SHOUTING)
(ALARM CONTINUES BEEPING)
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING) (SCREAMING)
RUSSELL: Franco, guy on your left.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON RADIO)
(PANICKED SHOUTING)
What the hell do you think you're doing?
DISPATCHER ON RADIO: Advise if responding, robbery in progress.
First City National...
Mike, call just went out.
Stand by for responder ETAs.
(MIKE SPEAKING SPANISH)
FRANCO: Hands out where I can see them, cabrón!
You too!
Come on, put your hands out.
(FRANCO SPEAKING SPANISH)
(GRUNTING)
Face on the floor!
Don't move!
(SOBBING)
Open your mouth.
RUSSELL: All right, 512 and 11 responding.
Three en route. They're getting close, Mike.
Two and a half minutes.
(ALARM CONTINUES RINGING)
(GROANS)
(MIKE SPEAKING SPANISH)
FRANCO: Open it.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
RUSSELL: ETA is one minute, Mike.
Response is coming from the south.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
RUSSELL: Working on a game plan. One sec.
(KEYS JANGLING) (ALARM CONTINUES RINGING)
FRANCO: I'm on it!
Don't move!
(BEEPING)
GUARD: Everybody in the vault!
(PANICKED SHOUTING)
Gabe, remember, north on Hill and east on Ninth.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
Copy. North on Hill and east on Ninth.
(ENGINE REVVING)
MIKE: Go!
(ALL WHOOPING)
FRANCO: Yeah!
(TIRES SCREECHING)
That's what I'm talking about!
Yeah!
RUSSELL: Okay, you're approaching an intersection.
You've got a window. Take it.
Here. Right here. (HORN HONKING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
GABE: Fuck!
Shit. Shit.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
RUSSELL: Gabe, you're gonna take the highway entrance ahead.
(ALL SHOUTING)
(HORNS HONKING)
What the fuck?
Do not let him decelerate, Mike.
Do not let him decelerate.
Take this oncoming lane.
GABE: I can't see shit! What fucking lane?
Now!
GABE: What the fuck?
No way, no fucking way. I can't get it.
(HORN BLARING)
(BRAKES SQUEALING) Whoa!
Oh, oh, fuck! (HORNS BLARING)
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
MIKE: Oh, shit.
RUSSELL: I'm cut off behind the collision, Mike.
You're on your own.
(SIRENS WAILING IN THE DISTANCE) (POLICE RADIO CHATTER)
(BRAKES SCREECHING)
RUSSELL: Franco, make some noise. Keep these people back.
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
Fuck.
Gabe, let's move. Get the box!
Come on! GABE: Fuck!
(GRUNTS)
RUSSELL: Franco, you've made your point. Stand down.
GABE: Let's go!
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
FRANCO: Shit.
(BEEPS)
(SIRENS CONTINUE WAILING)
(TIRES SCREECH)
(GRUNTS)
(SIRENS CONTINUE WAILING)
MARCUS: Goddamn stupid bullshit!
GABE: Yeah, yeah, yeah, like I was planning that shit!
FRANCO: God damn it, Gabe, you still a fucking amateur.
What the fuck!
GABE: Shut up!
The fuck you thinking you greedy piece of shit?
They put the bait in there for dumb fucks like you!
Marcus! Put your shit in the trunk, man.
Fuck!
Bitch! MIKE: Three days.
Unless you hear from me different.
Yeah, you know what? It was a gamble!
But you'd all be blowing me right now
if that shit hadn't been rigged.
Fuck you! And you know it!
(COCKS GUN) Is this a game?
Yo, put it away, Franco.
Franco, man.
You ever point a gun at me again,
you'd be a fool not to use it.
You understand me? (GUN CLICKS)
Copy that. Copy that shit.
GABE: Go catch some bad guys, detectives.
(SCOFFS)
(CLEARS THROAT)
(MOTORBIKE ENGINE STARTS)
RUSSELL: You pull that shit out there,
what you think's going to happen?
Huh?
What the fuck you think is going to happen to you?
What?
Can't you see what I'm trying to do here?
Get off me. No, I ain't gonna get off you, little brother,
because you're going to end up fucking dead.
You didn't see the same shit me and Marcus seen.
(SCOFFS)
Fuck, what? Navy SEAL shit again?
Huh? (SIGHS)
Mike is pissed.
(EXHALES) But Mike's still Mike.
These other two, Marcus and Franco...
Hey.
Do we have to worry about them?
Cops look after cops.
Same as you Special Ops do.
It's fine.
All right.
All right?
RUSSELL: Gabe's been clean for six months.
He's trying.
He was a good cop.
Look, I know you give a fuck.
We're family, man. We're family.
(MUFFLED SCREAMING)
ISUPK PREACHER ON BULLHORN: God and righteousness will prevail.
Death to the ways of the devil.
All will prevail.
Goodness will prevail.
White devil establishes himself by rape!
MAN 1: That's right.
Murder! Robbing people!
God hates the white devil.
MAN 2: True, brother!
He's the illegal immigrant.
You, sir!
You have the sign of the beast around your neck like a hangman's noose.
God and righteousness will prevail.
The original man will rise.
He will rise again!
Death to the ways of the devil.
OFFICER: Detective Allen.
Goodness will prevail.
JOSHUA: Well, they fired a warning shot.
Uh, 12-gauge tactical round.
Run it.
TRINA: Yeah, we're dealing with a crash-and-bash, four-man team.
We're pulling surveillance now.
The dye pack destroyed most of what they took in cash.
But their focus was on a security deposit box.
TRINA: Yeah.
Belonging to who? TRINA: It belonged to
a wealthy Russian named Dimitrije Petkov.
Family claims they have no idea why he would keep a box here.
That's Walter Sims, the bank manager right there.
Get me that report.
Walter.
Detective Allen. First time being robbed?
No fun, right?
They've got pictures of my family.
My daughters. Where we live.
My daughters' school.
Walter, you're a bank manager.
You should be smart enough to know
that the monster has gone digital.
Be careful what you insta-google-tweet-face.
Fucking sons of bitches.
Hey, hey, Walter.
(SIGHS)
Give 'em hell, baby.
TREVOR: Bye, Daddy.
(GIGGLES)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON RADIO)
SGT. NELSON: Everybody, listen the fuck up!
I just found out Captain is still waiting
on a current gang initiation report from some of you.
Smith. Mmm.
Uh, same as always, Sarge. Um...
They get in a circle and they kick the shit out of each other.
And then they hug it out.
SGT. NELSON: Just get it done. Sorry, Sarge.
Also, First City downtown got held up this morning.
Apparently, they were heavily armed and spoke Spanish,
which narrows it down to just under a quarter of the city.
GOMEZ: Uh, I resent the racial implications of that remark there, Sarge.
SGT. NELSON: And they all live in your one-room duplex,
so they shouldn't be too hard to find.
Call Marcus's mom. She's at my place.
ALL: Ooh! (OFFICER SPEAKING SPANISH)
Make calls, check with our people.
Jeffrey Allen from Major Crimes
will be heading up the investigation.
Speaking of, allow me to introduce his nephew, Chris.
Where'd you come from again?
Zone Two. Uh, FIT Unit.
(ALL LAUGHING) FEMALE OFFICER: Mongrel territory.
Crossing guard.
Two, huh?
Belmont. Pair up with Allen.
Come on, man.
Maybe he can get you to come to work on time.
Are you serious?
SGT. NELSON: Now remember,
first to find a gun out there gets the day off.
That's all I've got.
Hey, Sarge, can we talk about this?
Hell no.
(ALL LAUGHING)
(POLICE RADIO CHATTER) (HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)
Get the fuck out of the way, man. (SIREN BEEPS)
CHRIS: We looking for anything in particular?
Always.
Hey, Shanice, come on down from there now.
Hey, Snap, baby!
OFFICER: You're in trouble now.
Look, I was minding my own till these motherfuckers showed up.
MARCUS: Come on down from there.
SHANICE: I'm just having me a good time.
Come your ass down!
Damn.
How the fuck you got up there?
All right, come on over here, boys.
Come on, man. Y'all go over there and help.
You better not be watching my motherfucking ass.
NEWSCASTER: (ON RADIO) Sources are saying the brazen robbery may have ties
to cartels and even the Russian mafia.
With more on this, our crime correspondent, William Moran.
MORAN: Thought to control 70% of the Russian economy,
the Russian mafia is the...
(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)
FRANCO: Huh.
Yeah, listen, uh... I'm going to call you back.
Yeah, thanks.
MIKE: How's work? Anything from Marcus?
Quiet as a mother's prayer.
Good. I'll see you guys in two days.
MORAN: A senior State Department official was quoted as saying,
"There is not a major Russian organized
"crime figure that we are tracking
"who does not carry an Israeli passport."
(BRAKES SCREECH)
Come.
You know how this works.
MIKE: Take it easy, man. The safety's off.
(LAUGHS) Oh!
Hello, little man! (LAUGHS)
Daddy!
How are you doing? All right?
I missed you.
There really is no love quite like a father's love for his son, no?
Come.
IRINA: So, you know, Michael,
Vassili will be calling. We are grateful for your work,
but in this case, we need to withhold payment.
There is a second job. MIKE: No!
We done the job. Pay the fucking money!
Mmm.
My sister...
My sister always went for stupid men.
Why? I do not know.
Perhaps it is that my sister, too, is stupid.
A terrible thing for a sibling to say, I know.
But she is a great beauty, yes,
which goes a long way in this world,
but look in the eyes and you will see it.
A great yawning stupidity
and a complete and utter lack of judgment in men.
But love... (CELL PHONE RINGING)
Love makes great demands of us all. Hmm?
What do you want?
He's going to be calling again.
Hello, Michael.
Elena.
What's going on here, Irina? The fucking feds?
What the fuck are you in? (CELL PHONE RINGING)
Thank you, Elena.
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
Yes, I have just been speaking to Michael.
Mmm-hmm, I was just about to discuss that with him.
MIKE: This wasn't the fucking deal.
(VASSILI SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
IRINA: Michael is still resistant about the second job.
IRINA: I know this.
The FBI have traced the files.
They are in the possession of Homeland Security.
IRINA: Of course not.
(DOG BARKING OUTSIDE)
(HANGS UP)
MIKE ON PHONE: Yo, man. We got a problem.
What's that? Irina?
Yeah.
Yeah, we need to meet now. All of us.
They're fucking with us, man.
There's another job they want us to do.
Just ain't no dealing with these people.
(SIGHS) Man, we should have cut those ties years ago, after Iraq.
Guess it's not so clean when you got a kid in the mix.
I'll call your brother. See you in a few.
Yeah, all right.
(ENGINE STARTS)
(CHOKING)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
MARCUS:...and she's like, "Give me a kiss, give me a kiss, Daddy."
And I'm like, "Whoa, baby, look, you're an informant.
"That is against police protocol."
Strictly speaking, you shouldn't even be sucking my dick.
Yo. FRANCO: What are we doing here, Mike?
Where's Russell at? MARCUS: I don't know, he's your boy.
Put a GPS on his ass.
Yo, Gabe. Where your brother, man?
Don't ask me. He's a no-show.
What are we doing here?
She ain't paying.
Bullshit.
There's another job.
MARCUS: The fuck you talking about?
She says it's worth three mil on top of what she owes.
Oh. Of course she did. She didn't pay now, why the fuck pay later?
Bullshit, she's playing you.
She got what she wanted, right? What?
She got what she wanted!
FRANCO: The fuck I got to deal with this bitch, huh?
You're the one who got us hooked up with this bullshit.
This come from your end.
You deal with it. Uh-huh.
Yeah? Yeah.
MIKE: You two are really in it now, Franco.
How you figure?
She got the feds in her pocket, baby.
Yeah. Feds?
I've seen them. They're all up in there, one big happy family.
And I ain't got to remind either one of you
how much the feds love dirty fucking cops.
(VEHICLE APPROACHING)
Look who decided to show up.
(CAR HORN BLARING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
Check the side!
(HORN STOPS BLARING) Russell!
Back up! Back up! Get it off! Get it off!
Get him out of here!
Get off me!
Get him out, Michael. Come on. Get him out.
No, his hands are tied. I can't get him.
FRANCO: Get him out the car, Mike.
MIKE: All right.
(WHEEZING)
Oh, shit!
(SOBBING)
(RUSSELL GROANING)
FRANCO: How's it look?
It ain't good, man.
MIKE: He ain't gonna make it.
(RUSSELL CONTINUES WHEEZING)
Russell.
I'm going to take care of you now.
Go on.
(COCKS GUN)
(BREATHING HEAVILY) Don't look at it.
Fuck!
(PHONE RINGING)
Oh.
It's Michael again.
IRINA: I know.
You know?
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
Here.
He's not calling for me.
I'm going to bed.
TRINA: My, what big teeth you've got.
Some guy used this in a robbery a couple nights ago.
TRINA: Ingenious.
(LAUGHING)
Hit the lights, panda bear.
So, we agree the whole Spanish-speaking thing is bullshit.
No way these guys are Cartel.
Tell me if you notice anything.
TRINA: Well, this isn't street.
These guys have had tactical training.
JEFF: Some of these guys are military for sure.
(CLEARS THROAT)
The czarina, what's she after?
Psst.
MIKE: She ain't said yet.
Whatever it is, it's in an unmarked Homeland Security building.
DHS uses it as a weigh station for sensitive materials
coming in and out of the country.
How many guards?
MIKE: Unknown.
Unknown. Probably a lot.
Definitely some private tactical teams. (SIGHS)
Some kind of rent-a-SWAT.
So what are we talking? Four maybe five minutes tops?
No, man. No.
(SCOFFS) We're looking at 10.
FRANCO: Uh, yeah, that can't be done.
Response would be on us in three minutes.
MIKE: Well, they'll kill every last one of us, we don't get this thing.
FRANCO: We could pull a 999.
That's not such a bad idea.
FRANCO: That'd buy you 10 minutes.
Oh, my God. Twenty minutes.
You're kidding.
Tell me you're fucking joking!
Yo, yo, yo, yo. Enough of this cop shit.
English.
999? The fuck is that?
MARCUS: Jesus Christ.
You gotta fuckin' love this job.
Hey, try not to get a stain on your shitty suit.
I'm not worried. I've got two.
(MARCUS CHUCKLES)
Looks like the Lae Me sent us a kite from prison.
(MUSICAL HORN SOUNDING REPETITIVELY) FRANCO: Looks that way.
MARCUS: Hey, genius, can one of y'all turn that off?
Fuck.
Chris, this is Sergeant Franco Rodriguez. Detective.
Detective, that's Chris.
Homicide.
This is my new partner. Got called up from "Zone Two."
So what does working in Zone Two tell you about all this?
Uh, I don't know. Let's see.
(READING MESSAGE IN SPANISH)
Which means loose lips sink ships.
In American.
Right?
Something like that?
Okay, I'm going to go look for a witness.
Nice to meet you, Rodriguez.
Any familiar faces?
Well, not these two losers, but this right here
is Pedro Marquez.
FRANCO: Affiliated?
Locos o Trece.
Next county over.
But I don't know why the fuck they'd be over here, man.
FRANCO: Probably looking for their bodies.
Hey, Ed you talk to these guys yet?
ED: Not yet.
What's going on, guys?
(ALL SPEAKING SPANISH)
Y'all been out here a while?
Hey, I'm just going to ask you some questions, man.
You don't have to square up on me.
You come over here and blame us for them fools, huh, puto?
I didn't say that.
That's exactly what you said, motherfucker.
I didn't. I'm just trying to find out if somebody saw something.
Fuck you, jura.
All right. Tell you what,
I'll get balls deep in your pink, you fucking feel me?
FRANCO: You, uh, want to take care of your partner over there?
Motherfucker.
Them cuffs a little too tight. You fucking punk bitch...
CHRIS: Shut the hell up!
Yo, Snaps. What's up with your hyna here...
Shut the hell up.
Pinche mayate!
Hey, didn't the cop tell you to shut the fuck up? Listen!
Fuck you... Get him. Come with me.
Back up. Back the fuck up!
Come with me.
(MEN SPEAKING SPANISH)
Hey, homeboy. Hey, go get a cigarette.
Come on, man.
You're closed for five minutes.
The fuck are you doing, man?
I could ask you the same thing.
I didn't throw a guy on the ground and try to incite a fucking riot.
He was running his mouth. You didn't hear him.
Running his mouth? What, he hurt your feelings?
It's the fucking streets, that's what people do.
You even know who that is?
That was obstruction. Oh. (CHUCKLES)
He was getting in the way of my investigation.
Get out of school, man. There ain't no obstruction up here.
That's Luis Pinto. He's a Mara Salvatrucha lieutenant.
You think somebody gonna talk now?
Oh, he's a lieutenant? Yeah.
I didn't realize. Well, I'll just go and apologize to him, then.
This ain't a fucking game, Chris.
The rules around here are different.
This ain't Buckhead, all right?
So you better learn fast.
Hey, let me tell you something.
You got a problem with me, put it on the table,
but don't pull me aside and question me
like you know something I don't know.
You let an asshole like that bow up on you
in front of the whole neighborhood,
you're the one who's got some explaining to do.
Now, get off my back and let me do my job.
Oh, you know the whole game now, huh?
Unlock the door, stupid.
(DOOR BEEPS)
MIKE: So what? We do this Triple 9, we get 10 clear minutes?
Kill a cop? You get all damn day.
FRANCO: A 999 gets called in,
all units in the area converge on the downed officer.
It's open-season.
Everybody wants a piece of a cop killer.
MARCUS: It's like pulling the plug and the whole force going down the drain.
And you're absolutely sure that you can make this happen?
Oh, yeah.
All right.
You the police.
But you...
You're gonna have to hard check that
fucking liability.
Worry about the 999, Franco.
I'm going to go bury my friend.
His brother.
Unless you want to help us dig a hole.
Yeah, I didn't fucking think so.
Yo.
Yo, my man.
Fucking come on, man. Let's get out of here.
You good?
(GABE GRUNTS)
All right. Come on.
(DOOR OPENS)
I should have known better.
There's got to be a different way.
What, are you suddenly getting saintly
because this FNG wears a shield?
There's a difference, Franco, and you know it.
Really? Yeah.
Bullshit.
How many cop funerals have you been to in the last five years, huh?
And you tell yourself the same thing
that every cop sitting there tells himself.
"Better him than me."
If you're having a problem with this, Marcus,
I'll do it.
I don't have a problem taking out a cop.
I'll do a cop just like...
(GROANING ON TV)
Oh, ho, ho. A little to the right.
(JEFF LAUGHING)
Let's reload. Don't let 'em know. Missed.
MICHELLE: What are you doing in there, Uncle Jeff?
Nothing's happening over here.
JEFF: How's your job going?
CHRIS: I don't know, it's going all right, man,
but I would like to make a difference.
(LAUGHS) I know how that sounds. What are you laughing at?
You're gonna make a difference.
You ain't going to make a fucking difference.
Get that notion out of your head.
(LAUGHS)
You know what you need to do? (SIGHS)
Your job, keep your head on a swivel,
out-monster the monster,
and get home at the end of the night.
Uncle Jeff.
Can you do that? Are you kidding me?
No. You know what kind of spots I've been in?
A lot hairier than this...
So don't worry about me. No. I am worried about you.
You don't realize...
Any one of these little fucking snake-eyed motherfuckers,
you know, could be strapped right now.
I owe it to your mother.
I owe it to her.
Look, it... I can't look after you...
Fuck these motherfuckers.
Any one of these cock...
Hey!
Are any of you cocksuckers strapped right now?
You? Jeff...
You got a gun on you, huh?
Jeff, hey. Sit down. Sit down.
Hey, what does little Trevor want for his birthday?
(SIGHS)
Uh, he wants a gun.
(CHUCKLES)
A gun?
No. He wants a toy gun.
Another toy gun.
Yeah, yeah. Of course.
(TV PLAYING)
How you doing, boy?
You good? Yeah.
Okay.
All right. Let's get this off you, man.
Go on, sit down.
There you go. There it is.
Just sit there for a second while I go speak to your mother.
You fucking late.
You're lucky you get to see him at all.
I need to see your sister.
Why the fuck ain't she answering my calls?
Michael, I had to convince my sister
to spare you, okay?
Have a little gratitude.
You need to do this for me, okay?
Or you need to get the fuck out.
I'll see what I can do.
Now, hurry, okay?
I only have an hour.
Felix, come here. Come here.
No, no. You ain't gonna do that in front of my son.
Go on. Find your mother.
IRINA: Sit down, Michael.
Have some tea. We have much to discuss.
We do?
What do you want to talk about?
Do you want to talk about Russell?
Hmm.
Yes. That.
You want to get this thing done,
you stay the fuck away from my crew!
(SIGHS)
There you go, sweetie.
Hmm, so now that all of that is out of the way,
Vassili would like to know how things are progressing.
Tell him we've got a way to make it work.
This is fantastic news.
Yes.
You know, I think I'd prefer it
if you just watched porn.
I was about to.
Oh, good.
Are you sulking, baby? (VIDEO GAME PLAYING)
No.
You look like you're sulking.
Listen, you wanted this job, remember?
We... Yea...
(GRUNTING)
That was before I knew that it came with a fucking asshole of a partner.
Come on, baby.
You need to work with these guys.
Since when does my tough guy
let anyone get to him.
Nobody got to me.
Now, stop feeling so sorry for yourself.
And come to bed.
(SIGHS)
(VIDEO GAME GUNFIRE)
MARCUS: My partner is not a problem.
MIKE: Are you sure about that, man?
Look, I don't give a fuck about this guy, all right?
He's perfect. The minute Jeffrey Allen hears his nephew is down,
he'll send every cop to the call. Right, Franco?
FRANCO: I've seen him.
He's our guy.
Look, I got a spot in mind.
Those abandoned projects over on Washington.
All right.
(STEAM HISSING)
MIKE: Sounds like it's settled.
(SIGHS)
This guy's done nothing.
Does he have a family? Do you even know?
I don't care.
If it comes down to us or some cop,
I'll be damned if it's not us who walk away
from this thing, you understand?
Say it, man.
Say you understand.
Russell would've found another way.
Look, it's one more fucking job.
Just another fucking job.
If you in,
get your shit together right now.
There must be...
Don't do this, Mike.
You got a better idea?
You?
Fucking look at yourself, man!
Fucking look at... Fucking...
Get the fuck out, man!
Get the fuck out!
(DOOR CLOSES)
MARCUS: Now this is the house, right here.
That's our boy. Fat one on the porch.
(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)
I'm going to talk to my source.
You want to come with me, see if that great police work
you did yesterday paid off?
You're a riot. All right.
BOY: Who are you?
Who are you? Don't tell him your name, homie.
You that cop who busted up Luis the other day?
That was a misunderstanding.
EMILIO: Like, why don't you go bother some other homies, know what I'm saying?
CHRIS: Why don't y'all go to school, you know what I'm saying?
Man, this homie's getting homeschooled, bro.
By who?
By me. Teaching 'em mad skills, yo.
For real? Well, I got a question for you.
The Mara Salvatrucha sign, where's it come from?
It's from here.
This is from here?
Black Sabbath.
EMILIO: Who the fuck is Black Sabbath?
MARCUS: Hey, y'all rug rats don't go to school?
Get out of here. Go to school, man.
I will arrest your little ass.
(CAR ENGINE STARTS)
JEFF: Okay, stay on that. TRINA ON PHONE: Okay.
I got two or three more sources to check in with.
I'll call in later.
Yeah. Oh, uh...
Hey, someone named Sweet Pea called you back.
Okay.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
SWEET PEA: Come on, girl. JEFF: Hey, hey.
Girl, do me a favor. Go and set the bar. I need five minutes.
Girl, I got you. Thanks.
(DOG BARKING) Come here.
You're looking good, Sweet Pea.
Thank you, Daddy. (GIGGLES)
(SIGHS) (BARKS)
What have you got for me?
Child, I don't want no parts of this.
(WOMEN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
(CLEARS THROAT)
JEFF: I'm listening.
Baby-doll.
Mama will get killed if the tea gets out.
So this shit here is going to cost you,
and I ain't talking shortbread.
You gonna have to show me a whole lot of coin.
(SCOFFS)
Five G's if it goes anywhere.
(SIGHS) All right, look. I'm going to tell you, but this is it, Jeffrey.
I mean, I'm working here now, okay?
I'm doing what I do,
so no more favors.
Okay.
Anyway.
The other night, I heard some fucked-up bitch talking to another girl
about some creepy motherfucker,
some fierce, scary shit like out of a horror movie.
Now, I only heard bits and pieces,
but this bitch kept going on and on
about some dude covered in red dye
looking like the devil's dick.
The bitch that was doing all the talking,
she said that this man of hers said that he robbed a bank,
and, honey, all hell broke loose.
Oh, now, the girl who told you this, what was her name?
She go by Leah.
Some old working junkie bitch.
She dance here off and on,
and I see her in the street from time to time.
MARCUS: They don't have a baby.
They just got a stroller full of dope.
He did good with that stroller.
Kicked it, folded it up like a pro.
Oh.
OFFICER: Unit 406 to perimeter. We're going to let the woman leave.
Pick her up once she's out of the complex.
(CAR ENGINE STARTS)
MARCUS: Fernando Rivera, AKA Termite.
Hitter for the Mexican Mafia, fresh out the pen.
Just did an eight-year stretch for trafficking.
His PO issued us a violation warrant
so we can talk to him about the severed heads last week.
Let's see what he's got to say, boys.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
MARCUS: Barry, you're shield. Smith, you're second. Gomez, breach.
Second team. Jackson, shield. Buck will be first cover.
Hey, Chris, you up to take the lead on this?
(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
(GUNSHOT)
CHRIS: Window!
(PANICKED SHOUTS)
MARCUS: Go!
(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)
CHRIS: Going up!
WOMAN: What the fuck are y'all doing?
Get the fuck back in the house. WOMAN: Fuck you!
This is my house. Don't be telling me
to get the fuck back inside my house.
SMITH: Breach!
(WOMAN SPEAKING SPANISH)
Police!
CHRIS: Check that closet.
OFFICER: Clear!
CHRIS: Couch on the left, stairs on the right.
OFFICER: Copy. CHRIS: Moving.
Check that couch, check that couch.
Cover. Cover.
Moving up.
(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(HELICOPTER HOVERING)
Get down! Get down, motherfucker!
CHRIS: Check that bathroom.
Go.
OFFICER: Clear.
CHRIS: There's a baby in the bed in the bedroom on the right.
I'm going right. Go left.
(INFANT COOING) Go, move.
Clear.
Check the closet behind me.
Get some hands for that baby.
Contact. Clear.
SMITH: Termite, come on out, you dumb-fuck.
Let's not get your fucking baby killed!
Gomez, go for that door.
Cover me.
(CHRIS BREATHING HEAVILY)
(TV PLAYING)
CHRIS: Two, go closet on left. Three, go behind the door.
Closet on left. I got it.
Door clear. Closet clear.
Moving up.
Bathroom on the right.
Bathroom clear.
CHRIS: Three, clear the closet on the left.
Two, go right.
Got the closet. Check under that bed.
Clear.
CHRIS: Moving up.
Three, go bedroom on the right.
Two, go bathroom. Got it.
Bathroom's clear! Bedroom's clear!
CHRIS: Moving down.
(GUNFIRE)
CHRIS: He's out, he's on foot. He's on the run!
MARCUS: Go, go, go!
(GUNFIRE)
Get down, get down!
(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)
(MAN SHOUTING IN SPANISH)
(PANTING) (HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR RADIO)
Get down! Get on the ground!
Fuck!
(CAR ALARM RINGING)
CHRIS: Hey, you good? MARCUS: I'm good.
Go!
Chris.
(GROANS)
Chris!
Chris, come on, man. Come on.
Are you okay?
You all right? Go, go, go.
(CAR ALARM CONTINUES RINGING)
(SIRENS WAILING)
(GROANING)
South side, heading east. Marcus, give me your 20, man.
(BABY CRYING IN DISTANCE)
Hands! Show me your hands! Get on the ground!
Hey, did you see somebody?
Where'd they go?
MARCUS: Fuck.
(MARCUS GRUNTING)
Get back, motherfucker, or he die!
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE)
(FIRES GUN)
(MEN SHOUTING)
(MEN SHOUTING IN SPANISH)
(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)
(INAUDIBLE)
(CAMERA CLICKS)
(INAUDIBLE)
What was his name?
Tank.
That's a good name. It's a great name.
That's a good name. Yeah.
Sorry, man.
I can't remember one shot from yesterday.
Is that weird?
No, man, it's called survival stress reaction, you know?
Mmm-hmm.
Chemicals flood your brain.
Forebrain stops working, your amygdala fires up
and you're just... Mmm.
I didn't see him coming.
Right? I mean, he just came out of nowhere.
It could happen to anybody, man.
Well, it didn't happen to you.
I'm a badass motherfucker, dude.
(CHUCKLES)
I'm going to take a piss. (GROANS)
Have fun.
(RUSSIAN TORCH SONG PLAYING)
Do you know what this song is about, Michael?
No?
Then I will tell you.
It is about two lovers betrayed by the secrets they keep for others.
And they must choose.
Exile or death.
Like me and my dear Vassili.
Vassili is finally coming home to me.
Once you have completed this job,
they will release him into Israeli custody.
We are going to be a family again.
(IRINA CHUCKLES)
Where's Felix?
We own the secrets of kings, me and him.
This is why we have survived so long.
Where's Felix?
Felix and Elena won't be joining us tonight.
Here. Hear it for yourself.
(CELL PHONE RINGING) (ELENA EXHALES)
(CHILDREN PLAYING)
MIKE: Elena? Michael.
Where are you?
Irina didn't tell you?
I'm gonna ask you one last time, Elena.
Fuck are you?
Felix, baby. It's your dad. Daddy wants to speak with you.
I swam with the dolphins, Daddy, me and Mommy.
Where you at?
We're staying at the beach
and Auntie Irina said we're going
to come here to take me to the zoo...
What do you mean? ...for my birthday.
Okay, love you. Bye.
No, no... Wait a second.
Felix. No, Felix...
Elat. Our family home.
Three hours south of Tel Aviv.
Felix seems to love it.
He loves the sea.
Me, I do not like it much myself.
There is something idiotic about it.
Take a look. He is so cute.
Yeah, see, there is Elena.
No, no, no, Irina.
We're doing the job.
She has a very nice ass, my sister.
So, this is the objective.
The security key and gate codes you will need.
The case arrives tomorrow night,
is there for 24 hours, then it ships.
We meet one more time after this.
How that goes is up to you,
and then we decide when Felix comes home from vacation.
It would seem the house is burning
and the clock is ticking, Michael.
(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)
(CROWD CHEERING)
(ALL SINGING ALONG)
MARCUS: The room goes quiet.
All right, everybody, listen up.
This is a cop's brain. All right?
This is a cop's brain on some shit.
This is a cop asshole.
This is a cop's asshole in supermax. (MEN LAUGHING)
Any questions?
That's a big asshole.
(ALL LAUGHING)
Hey, I've got to talk to you.
OFFICER: Who the fuck is this? Don't worry, boys. Wait.
Hey, Jack, get them some drinks.
Man, come on, get them some drinks.
All right, you got it.
All right, you heard the man. Drinks on Marcus.
You fucking nuts coming here!
You don't think somebody from the precinct might recognize you?
Get up, you stupid fuck!
Don't fucking do this, Marcus.
(GRUNTS)
You come near me again, I swear to God, I will fucking kill you!
You ever actually used your gun, huh?
Put one in someone that doesn't have it coming to them?
Shut up. I know you, man!
You might not think I do, but I know you! Shut the fuck up!
You ain't gonna do this! Shut up!
Look, I can see it in your eyes.
You are a fucking coward, all right?
What, you think this is gonna make you a man?
Shut up!
Shut the fuck up!
(PANTING)
GABE: Is that him?
It's all right, guys. He was just leaving.
GOMEZ: Didn't you hear the officer?
What was that all about, man?
Some piece-of-shit source I used to use.
All right, let's go get a drink.
Forget about it.
GABE: Get the fuck inside. Just get the fuck inside!
LEAH: Like you know who you trying to tell?
Get your ass inside! No, you're not doing this tonight.
Get your hands off me!
You're not pulling any more tricks tonight.
JEFF: That's the boyfriend? JOSHUA: Yep.
JEFF: Hmm.
JOSHUA: Piece of work.
We'll put a tail on both of them.
JOSHUA: All right. I've got four in tail, so...
Not a very healthy diet.
Sweet.
That's disgusting.
(SPITS)
Waste not, want not.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
JEFF: Speak.
TRINA: Uh, hey, I got you that info.
Gabriel Charles Welch, 35.
He, uh, served three years on the force.
Oh, you sure?
Yeah, racked up a slew of reprimands
before getting dismissed for a questionable shooting.
Questionable how?
Suicide by cop.
Associates?
Yeah. None on file.
Oh, if there's one, there's another.
Ling, you always come through for me.
I have no doubt you will again.
Fucking cop.
Come on.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
That's it. (SIRENS WAILING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
JEFF: Hmm.
Kicking dope, huh?
No fun, right?
(CHUCKLES)
(SIGHS)
Oh...
Oh, it kicks in nice.
(LAUGHS)
Oh, whoa.
This can go down one of two ways for you.
JEFF: The girlfriend says Gabe and his brother run with a Michael Atwood.
Get eyes on him.
Uh, she also claims that Gabe's brother, Russell,
wound up dead the other day.
Let's see if we can't turn up a body.
JOSHUA: Got you. Uh, hold on a sec. Look.
Ling's been trying to get a hold of you.
She said that, um, Gabe Welch
finally stopped in Highland Park.
And he's been on his bike in front of some house.
Highland Park. What's the address?
Um... 806 Willow Drive.
Apprehend him right away.
Get every available unit to that address!
(SIREN WAILING) Copy that, boss.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(SIRENS WAILING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(CAR DOORS OPENING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
JEFF: Are you guys okay?
CHRIS: Yeah, we're fine.
Hey, boss. We lost him.
Oh, God damn it. Sorry.
Lost who?
Why weren't you answering your phone?
I'm sorry. Look, Jeff, we're fine, man.
Everything's all right.
Who is this guy?
Gabe Welch.
Ring any bells?
No.
I never heard that name in my life.
Well, he was a cop...
Hey, there, little buddy.
How are you doing? You okay? All right, baby. Come on.
I'll get him back.
JEFF: Go ahead.
He was a cop. And now, he's part of the crew we're investigating.
Why would he come here?
I don't know. You're investigating him,
maybe he came looking for you?
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)
I mean, that's just too coincidental.
Speak.
JOSHUA: Michael Atwood.
Ex-private security contractor. He worked for Blackwater.
He and Russell Welch were set to be indicted for arms smuggling
in a federal investigation with Vassili Vlaslov in '08.
The case was dropped after four witnesses went missing.
What's a Vassili Vlaslov?
A Russian Jew.
Russian mob boss to be exact.
Get this. Putin's so scared of this guy,
he put him in the Gulag four years ago without charges.
Vlaslov's wife, Irina, has been
running the organization from here.
Totally visible.
It's the big, bad wolf, baby.
The fucking La Kosher Nostra.
Exactly. Uh, the captain wants us to put eyes on her.
He's already detailed us bodies.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
What?
FRANCO: You're doing something about Gabe.
I told you, I'm handling it.
Oh, really?
Gabe now is under fucking surveillance, Mike.
They got people all over him right now, as we speak.
How?
Oh, that whore girlfriend of his talked.
They on me?
Not yet.
But soon.
And he knows it all.
I ain't asking you. I'm telling you.
Do something about Gabe.
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)
Mike...
MIKE: You see what you made me do, man?
You see what you've made me do?
(LEAH SOBBING ON PHONE) I'm sorry.
Mike, Mike, Mike. Please, don't. You're out, Gabe!
I'm through with you! I'm through with you, do you understand?
Mike, Mike, Mike. (CONTINUES SOBBING)
If it weren't for your brother, I'd bury you
and your fucking whore right now!
It's going down and you need to stay the fuck away!
Fine, fine, fine. Please.
What happens to Leah?
Just disappear, man!
I'm gone, I'm gone. I promise, I promise. Mike, Mike...
(HANGS UP) Mike. Mike. Hey, I promise!
Mike!
Fuck!
(SOBBING)
(PHONE RINGING)
JEFF: Have we found Gabe Welch?
TRINA: Uh, no, we're still looking.
JEFF: What about Michael Atwood?
JOSHUA: Uh, I got units placed outside his place, but it's empty.
JEFF: Mmm-hmm.
Irina Vlaslov?
JOSHUA: Uh, judge denied our request for a surveillance warrant.
JEFF: Hmm.
Well, have you followed up on ex-military with records?
TRINA: (SIGHS) Yeah, I mean, there's hundreds.
We're still going through 'em.
So that's it?
JOSHUA: So far, but we... TRINA: Yeah.
JOSHUA: I got Patterson working on something.
Does anyone believe in Jesus Christ,
our Lord and fucking savior
and all his miserable, dog-faced saints?
I was raised Jehovah, so...
Can't say I do, boss.
Mmm-hmm. So does anyone believe
that cops have a sixth sense,
can intuit things?
JOSHUA: Hmm... TRINA: Yeah, I mean, you do, yes.
You...
So does anyone believe maybe something very big
is about to go down?
Sure, boss.
Yeah, of course.
So, does anyone believe that maybe it's better
to do something more than sitting around
giving me a bunch of "I don't fucking knows"?
(JEFF KICKS DESK)
Huh?
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)
FRANCO: Yeah? (CLEARS THROAT)
Right.
Give a holla if anything changes.
Surveillance lost Gabe last night.
And Major Crimes is looking for you.
Well, they'll be looking a long time after today.
You all right with this, man?
Everything cool with you?
Yeah, homeboy.
We've got him right where we want him.
Detective Belmont, you ready to do some dirt?
(CHUCKLES) Huh?
I'm dirty. (LAUGHS) Yeah, you are.
FRANCO: I know you are.
We got here.
You all right?
Yeah, man, I'm good. You?
Yep. Good.
So where are we going?
Going to see an informant of mine.
A dough boy named Cory Dubose.
So every time he hears the Rollin 40s moving something
he, uh, gives me a call, lets me know what's up.
Let's see what he's got. Let's go.
DISPATCHER ON RADIO: 1012, Smith and Marietta.
1086, domestic dispute in progress.
(CLEARS THROAT)
CHRIS: Now, where's this guy at?
Marcus?
Hey, man, where you at? (RADIO STATIC)
Marcus, where'd you go? (RADIO STATIC)
(BREATHING HEAVILY) Oh, shit.
Shit.
Police! Atlanta Police Department.
Put your gun down! Put it down! Put it on the ground, man.
Wait, wait. Put it down on the ground.
You're a mark. I'm going to shoot you.
Drop the fucking weapon. I will shoot you.
Will you please shut up?
You're a mark... Drop it on the ground.
Behind you!
(GROANING)
Shit!
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(GABE GROANING)
342, shots fired. Subject down.
Uh, Eighth and Washington.
Perp running is ID'd Luis Pinto.
(WHEEZING)
(PANTING)
Hey, man, talk to me.
How are you doing, man?
Huh?
Marcus!
Hey, Marcus!
Hey, man, look at me.
What's your name, man, huh?
What's your name? You'll be all right.
You're all right.
I'll just put my hand here, it'll help you a little bit.
It'll help with the blood. (CONTINUES WHEEZING)
Hey.
Listen to me.
It's all right.
Hey. (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
What's your name?
Shh. Slow down.
Call it in, man. He's bleeding out.
Call it in.
Pinto came through. He came out of nowhere, man.
He just shot him. Call it in, man.
(GUN CLICKS) Hey, what the...
Marcus.
Oh, shit...
Hey. Marcus...
You hear me, man?
This is Unit 342, I have an officer down. 999!
Unit 342. Officer down. Triple 9!
DISPATCHER: Advise if responding. Shots fired on scene.
All units copy. Triple 9. Eighth and Washington.
FRANCO: There it is!
(BEEPING)
GUARD: No, no, no. Wrong entrance.
Back it up.
You guys have been here before.
You know what?
I don't even...
(BEEPS, DOOR UNLOCKS)
Let's go. Triple 9. Let's go!
Jeff, did you hear the dispatch?
Yeah. Triple 9. It's Chris.
Fuck! Let's go!
Lock down the scene.
Ling, get Colby!
Heads up.
(GROANING)
(BEEPS)
(SIRENS WAILING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
You know who made the call?
I don't know. Jeff!
I see him.
So we don't know if Chris is down?
We're not sure. Jeff!
(HORN HONKING)
Jesus fucking... Get a grip! I got it!
(SIREN WAILING)
(BEEPING)
Move!
Talk to her. Talk to her!
Just do what the fuck they want!
Just do it!
All right, up!
On your feet. Hands up. Come here. Against the wall!
Come on. Move!
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Come on. Down. Down! FRANCO: All right.
DISPATCHER: I need a unit for a 211-Adam in progress at DHS Holding.
Repeat. 211-Adam.
Should we respond to that?
TRINA: Are you guys hearing this 211?
Yeah, I fucking hear it!
JOSHUA: Jeff!
CHRIS: Northwest corner of Eighth and Washington. He's lucid.
Officer is down.
What the fuck is going on?
All right. That's good enough, right there.
You're going to do exactly what we ask of you.
(BEEPS)
(CELL PHONE RINGING) (MUFFLED GROANING)
(MUFFLED SOBBING)
(WOMAN SCREAMS) (MAN GASPING)
(MUFFLED SCREAMING)
You got 10 times that amount strapped to your head.
We can't open the vault. It's on a rotating time lock.
There's no override.
DISPATCHER: Received. Any units in vicinity?
Fuck me! Send the other car!
Ling, you guys are on the 211.
(SIRENS WAILING)
No, no. Jeff!
Watch it! No!
(HORNS HONKING)
TRINA: Dispatch, this is Charlie 463 responding to the 211.
JOSHUA: Fuck. Jesus fucking Christ.
I'm seven out. Send more units.
(SIRENS WAILING)
(WOMAN SOBBING) (MUFFLED GROANING)
Fire in the hole.
Two, one.
FRANCO ON RADIO: Response is in.
One car so far. ETA is seven minutes.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(SIRENS WAILING)
(GRUNTS)
(INAUDIBLE)
JOSHUA: Whoa, whoa... Jeff, watch it.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
OFFICER 1: Back it up. Back it up. OFFICER 2: Let's back it up.
Chris Allen. Where's Chris Allen? This way.
No. Don't shoot!
(PANTING)
SNIPER ON RADIO: Be advised, Atlanta PD en route. ETA currently unknown.
FRANCO: Tac team, Mike. Eleven o'clock high. Four guns.
SNIPER: Tac team, hold until transmitter is out of range.
(SIRENS WAILING)
SNIPER: Okay, that's it. Green, green, green. Weapons free.
(GROANING)
MAN: Get an updated ETA on this.
So this guy's a Latino, about 30 years old.
Very slight build. Local tattoos, yeah...
Jeff. Are you doing all right?
(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)
(POLICE RADIO CHATTER CONTINUES) (BEEPING)
(FRANCO SCREAMS)
(GRUNTING)
(SIRENS WAILING)
Captain, it's Franco.
I'm on the 999. (GROANING)
En route now.
Damn it. (GROANING)
Are you sure you haven't seen this Gabe Welch before?
I saw him about a week ago.
He came to a bar Marcus and I were at.
They got into an argument. I don't know... I didn't hear much of it.
But Marcus said that he was just some CI he was working with.
Man, so you saw him at the bar, at your house, here.
Now, that is a cosmic series of coincidences.
Remind me to get a lottery ticket. (SCOFFS)
Now, what about Luis Pinto?
Luis Pinto's surrounded by SWAT a couple of blocks from here.
Detective Rodriguez. Homicide.
Detective Allen. Major Crimes.
All right, well maybe we'll get some answers out of him.
What, you think they're just going to arrest him...
Put him in a comfy cell?
They're not.
He's right.
You know this guy?
No, I didn't know him.
But Marcus sure did.
Oh, if you gentlemen will excuse me.
JOSHUA: Rest of you get the hell out of here.
We need to get to that 211, boss. It's a clusterfuck.
Let me guess. Our crew.
That's what it sounds like.
Well, not all of them.
(GUN COCKS)
What the fuck is this? Did you wrap it for us?
No, man, it's for Felix.
I was not sure you could pull it off.
I wasn't left much choice.
What about the rest of your crew, huh?
I should like to meet them finally.
They're gone.
(LAUGHING)
Are they?
So you don't think I could shake some trees around the department
and watch a few dirty cops fall from the limbs?
Don't give me that look.
You and I, we pray at the same altar!
Irina, I've been listening to you talk
just about as long as I'm gonna.
Where's my son?
Where's my son, you wretched fucking cunt?
Felix! (GROANS)
(SCREAMING)
(EARS RINGING)
We train dogs to fuck our prisoners.
Can you imagine?
That's what they say.
That we degrade them with trained dogs.
I can only guess this is how Elena felt
every time she was fucked by a monkey.
(SIGHS) I should kill you, I really should.
But my fucking sister would never forgive me.
And more importantly, how would Felix go on loving me so?
(SIGHS)
Take your money and go, Michael.
Do not look for Felix.
Because I will hear it.
(GROANS)
I would be happy to tell him
that this is a good-bye gift from his father.
Anything for that boy.
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
(ENGINE STARTING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(MONITOR BEEPING)
MICHELLE: Hey.
DOCTOR: The bullet fragment is embedded in the medial...
(SIGHING)
Are you okay?
I'm fine. I'm fine.
You're bleeding. It's not mine.
How's he doing? He's out of surgery.
He's got a bullet lodged in his skull,
and they can't get it out because of the swelling in the brain
which may or may not go down.
SMITH: Hey, Chris. (SIGHS) Go on.
What's up, man?
Sergeant Nelson just phoned. Pinto's dead.
SWAT put a dozen holes in the motherfucker.
He went out blazing.
PATHOLOGIST: They brought him in about an hour ago.
I haven't had a chance to clean him up.
Are those his things there? Yeah. Those are them.
CHRIS: Is this everything?
Yeah, that's it.
(SIREN BLEEPS)
(SIGHS)
(CAR DOOR CLOSING)
Hey, Mike, it's me. Franco.
Take it easy, man.
Just fucking with you.
You're a fucking funny guy, Franco.
You got our money?
We're all good.
How's Marcus?
That dumb fuck's still breathing.
I'll take care of that.
Just like I took care of Gabe's whore.
Left her body in the shopping cart.
Are you all right?
I'm a little sore.
(SCOFFS)
Yeah. (TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)
So that's it, huh?
Until the next one.
(SCOFFS)
Yeah, Franco. Yeah. (TRAIN APPROACHING)
(TRAIN PASSING)
(TV PLAYING INDISTINCTLY)
CHRIS: Come here, dude.
So my boss, he's got a rule, right?
First one of us who takes a gun off the street gets the day off.
Get to go home. Sit around, put my feet up.
See that, dude? You just told me something.
I bet if I lifted up your shirt, you'd have a gun.
You know what I'm saying?
Yeah. Yeah. Huh?
Now, tell me something and I'll forget about that gun.
What do you want to know?
You know my partner Marcus?
Yeah.
Was he here the morning that he got shot?
Was he at the park without me?
That morning, pulled up, talked to my boy, Luis.
Marcus came here and he talked to your boy, Luis,
on the morning that he got shot?
Yeah.
Don't mess with me, man. No, man, I'm serious.
All right, dude. Hey, give me the gun.
(GROANS SOFTLY)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
(COUGHS)
Who is it? Jeff, it's Chris.
Jesus, man.
If your mother could see me now.
There's people you can talk to about that, man.
There's no shame in it.
What's IA saying?
IA is saying nobody's above suspicion, including me.
And Rodriguez from homicide is dismissing the thing as pure coincidence.
What?
You know, I think it might be worse than that.
I think that Marcus was in on it.
I think he had Luis Pinto try to kill me.
Can you prove that?
Maybe I can.
Marcus and Gabe had history.
They were both stationed at the same precinct together.
Oh.
So, four-man crew...
Michael Atwood and one-and-a-half dead cops.
You've got to ask yourself, who's that fourth guy?
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
JEFF: Hey.
Gabe Welch's girlfriend, my CI.
Took two in the chest and one in the back of the head.
(SIGHS) I should have seen that coming.
Somebody's cleaning up after himself
and my bet is he wears a badge.
(PHONE RINGING)
Boss? I need a favor.
Anything.
I need a hard copy on Leah Green's murder.
I need the name of the lead cop on the scene
when they found the body.
Sure, it has to be our little secret though.
(MONITOR BEEPING)
Look at you.
Look at you, you little worthless motherfucker.
(DOOR OPENING)
Figured I'd find you here. How's he doing?
What's up?
I was just wondering if you wouldn't mind
coming back to the station with me.
I still need to get a full statement from you.
Oh, really? Yeah.
(SIGHS)
All right.
(ELEVATOR DINGS)
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Hey, Jeff, I'm in an elevator. I might lose you.
JEFF: Chris? Chris?
Yeah, yeah. I can hear you. Go.
Don't do anything.
It's Rodriguez.
Hey, say that again?
It's Detective Franco Rodriguez.
(CALL DISCONNECTS)
All right. Yeah, I'll come by in a bit.
Bye-bye.
You all right, man?
(ELEVATOR DINGS)
(CLEARS THROAT)
My car is over there. (CLEARS THROAT)
I'll see you over at the station.
(CAR UNLOCKS)
(GUN COCKS)
(GUNSHOTS)
(HORN HONKS)
Unit 342, shots fired. All Saints' Memorial.
ON RADIO: The roof of the parking structure. Repeat, shots fired.
999. All Saints' Memorial. Oh, fuck.
DISPATCHER: Unit 342, copy 999.
All Saints' Memorial. Officer down.
All units switch to Channel 2 for 999. Third and North Avenue.
(SIRENS WAILING IN THE DISTANCE)
All units, copy. Triple 9. Shots fired on scene.
Advise if responding.
(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)
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