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Shit!
It's a punching bag!
What constitutes a threat?
Is it a person?
Is it a weapon?
The person holding the weapon?
Bigger the weapon, the bigger the threat, right?
Right.
Wrong.
Threat boils down to intent.
Reading that intent is how you keep yourself safe.
And the most important intent, of course,
is your own.
What do you intend for yourselves?
Gimme a break.
Problem solving isn't about fighting,
it's about diffusing.
Someone wants my money,
chances are that's all they want.
What are you saying,
you just hand them your money?
That's right.
Yeah, I'm not about that.
I'm not gonna just let someone take what's mine.
Oh, you keep all your money in your wallet, Kyle?
Your bank account will survive
but only if you do.
Come on, man, I thought this was advanced techniques,
not Eastern philosophy.
It's both.
Ah, whatever, I want my money back.
Sure.
Can handle that after class.
No, we can handle it right now,
'cause you wasted enough of my time.
Okay.
Fuck this.
Obviously, not all interactions can be solved
with pacifism and refunds.
So for the ones that turn violent,
well, you wanna know how to defend yourselves.
I remember when that was taken.
Something wrong with trying to cultivate a little nostalgia?
Guess not.
It's good to see you.
Same here.
What can I do for you, Lieutenant Archer?
You know what I'm gonna ask.
No.
Think about it, Christopher.
I know business hasn't been the best.
Somehow I'm not seeing how going back to work
for the cops is gonna help my gym.
Well, you wouldn't be a cop. Outside.
The department actually wants someone from the outside.
We need supplemental training,
a pilot project to be applied across the department.
Workshops, seminars,
whatever you want, fully integrated.
Your curriculum, your rules.
Your dad was a good cop-
I'm not,
I'm not interested.
Okay.
I'm in the neighborhood these days.
12th precinct.
Tomorrow, 10:00 a.m.
He was more than just these walls, you know?
What are you doing?
You want me to stand by?
No, I want you to do your fucking job, man!
He frickin' shot me, man!
Oh my God!
Do you think Dad would've been proud of you?
Don't bring Dad into this.
- Don't bring Dad into this. - Don't touch me.
You know what? I'm sick!
I feel sick.
- I'm sick of this! - Chris! Chris!
I woulda had that.
Yeah, sure.
Still can't hit a three.
Still talking smack?
Pretty sure I'm up, what,
three games, if I remember correctly?
Two, actually.
And we both know how solid your memory is.
What are you doing here?
Official gym business.
Pam thinks running a diffuse-and-disarm seminar's
gonna change the world or something.
Jesus, the gym.
Lemme walk you to Pam's office.
No, I'm fine.
Find my own way.
What gives, man?
Hey, Kenny.
Who's your friend?
Chris, my brother.
Chris, you remember Sergeant Hatton.
Oh yeah, yeah,
your brother.
How could I forget?
The guy who used taxpayer money
to pay his way all the way up through the academy
right until he found out what the job was really like.
You seem to know the story pretty well.
One day pass, what's the occasion,
family reunion?
Archer's deescalation initiative, Sir.
Oh, that's right,
that's right, you're here to,
to teach us all how to play nice,
is that it?
So, uh,
so what's in there, friendship bracelets?
Go on, show me.
Teach me a lesson.
I don't think you can afford me.
Go ahead, Mr. Sun.
That's why you're here after all.
Simunition,
converted to paint markers.
Tactically identical to your service weapon.
I know what it is.
Hey, watch out, Sarge,
might do a funny mustache in your face.
Blue means dead.
Works for me.
That'll do.
Don't you have some paperwork to file, Sergeant?
If you're looking for something to do,
I'm sure there's all sorts of things
that could use your attention.
Why didn't you say anything?
Truth?
I didn't know if he'd come if I had.
And how long has Ken been here?
Ken transferred back to the 12th a few months ago.
He said he reached out, but nothing.
Oh, and Sergeant Hatton?
Are you kidding me?
Hatton carries a lot of weight around here.
Look, I don't like his warrior bullshit
any more than you do,
but if we're going to change things, Christopher,
we have to work with guys like him.
I need Hatton, just like I need you.
Ugh, I'm so dead.
Late night?
No, just dreading the workload.
Where'd I put the stupid pass?
Sifting through hard drives really so bad?
Sometimes I wish I never peeked
behind the curtain of what people keep
on their computers.
But it does have its perks.
If you say so.
Hey!
Michelle, hey.
Are you here to see Ken?
No, I had an appointment.
Oh, I should go.
Um, later.
Abby, not embarrassing at all.
Yeah, not at all.
So who's your appointment with?
Pamela Archer.
Wow! Well connected.
She's a friend of my dad's.
You're off duty later?
Sure.
Mark 'em.
Kicking my ass.
What compels people to eat finger food while they bowl?
Oh, they're sociopaths.
Anyways, it wasn't really about the help.
It's more just testing a theory,
and thank you for proving it.
Which is?
Cops like to bowl.
Are you profiling me now?
It's just a theory.
Can I profile you?
You and your brother,
there's something there.
You ask that as if you didn't read all about it.
That's game.
We don't have to talk about family if you don't want to.
No, it's fine.
After that, me and Ken
just don't see eye to eye.
New game?
- Yeah, sure. - Let's do it.
Well, I had fun.
Losing five games is fun?
Yeah, well...
Unsolicited advice,
talk to your brother.
Also, text me if you want a rematch.
Also, just text me anyway.
Five-O!
Hey, sorry I didn't get back to you,
I was busy.
I guess I have been avoiding you a bit.
Anyways, hit me up.
Maybe we can, uh,
schedule that rematch.
It was good to see you.
Bye.
Fuck you, pig!
Fuckin' bullshit!
Shut up.
Come on, man, I didn't do nothin'!
I said shut up.
Where's the Sarge?
He's cleanin' up.
Boss wants you waiting out front.
All right.
Now. I can take him from here.
I said out front.
Now.
Don't do me like that!
Don't leave me here!
Hold on.
Ken?
Ken! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Ken! Ken! Ken!
Ken! What happened?
What happened to you?
Sh-sh-sh-shot.
Who shot, who shot you?
Shit! Fuck!
Shit!
Hey, it's okay.
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.
I'm gonna get you help, okay?
Please, come on! Come on, Ken!
Hide.
No! No, no!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Please, please! Ken!
Shit!
Fuck!
Police!
We had a report about an officer down.
He's up here!
He's hurt.
What happened?
I don't know, he just,
he was banging on my door, I opened it,
and I-I found him like this.
Excuse me, Ma'am,
can I talk to you over here?
Just some questions.
You sure?
He didn't say anything? He didn't give you anything?
No.
Freeze.
Put your hands up.
On your feet!
Let's go.
Now back up.
I said get back!
Check him.
Eyes on me.
Back up!
Nice and slow.
Go!
More!
Keep going.
Freeze!
Stop there.
Check the other rooms.
Get down on your knees, slowly.
Now drop it.
Put it on the ground.
We're clear.
What did he tell you?
It's too bad.
I was kinda looking forward to your class.
Gun! Gun!
Go. Go!
Oh, shit!
Hello?
Yes.
No, no problem.
I'll be there.
What's the address?
Say that again?
Detective?
A word?
They found the car back here.
Brother's apartment,
must've been visiting.
The brother's missing.
House keys are still upstairs.
So they left in a hurry.
Didn't or couldn't stick around for us.
What happened here?
There were already two off-duty officers on scene
when first responders showed up.
Who?
Kurt Spencer, Winston Gale, they're on the-
I know who they are.
Yeah, apparently they were nearby when they heard shots.
Both received injuries,
retrieved on the scene by EMTs.
They declined further care
and left the responding units to deal with the mess.
Did they identify their attacker?
Only description was an Asian male.
Asian male?
Like the missing brother.
Yeah, they said they'd file reports,
then they left.
Well, where the fuck did they go?
Speak.
We didn't get to him in time.
So, you don't have it?
- No. - We couldn't find it.
The brother must have it.
Brother must have it.
Let me ask you a question.
Keeping in mind all the other things I gotta deal with,
all the delaying, diverting,
destroying as a result.
Could you have possibly fucked this up any worse?
It's encrypted.
It's not like he can do anything.
Don't fuckin' touch him.
I try to be fair, boys.
We all look out for each other,
we all get an equal share,
we all clean up after ourselves, fair?
I think so.
So this is how we're gonna do it.
You're gonna find him,
get rid of him.
Hey! Pay attention.
Find it, get rid of it.
No ifs, ands, or buts.
Is that fair?
I can't hear you, is that fair?
- It's fair. - Fair.
Good.
Clean yourselves up, you look like shit.
And call King, start looking.
No one says anything to anyone until I say so.
Lucky I'm in a good mood today, Gale.
Lieutenant?
Respectfully, what the hell is going on here?
I've got one dead cop,
one missing brother,
both of whom you know personally,
and eyewitnesses who say
that two off-duty cops may have just walked right in
and started shooting up the place.
Why did you assign me to this case?
Detective,
is there some reason why you shouldn't be on this case?
I gave you this case
because I know that you can handle it for me.
Yes, I know both of the Sun brothers.
I knew their father too.
He was a good cop.
I would hate to tarnish his name or the precinct's.
If I'm going to avoid doing that,
I need you to please help me make sense of all of this.
Anything you wanna share?
Uh, maybe, Ma'am.
I'll keep you posted if I have something.
Hey.
Where is he?
He's inside.
Did you phone it in?
Nah,
no, I figured you guys wanna handle it.
Yeah, you figured right.
Police are on the hunt
for an Asian male named Christopher Sun,
who evaded arrest after police found his brother,
a plainclothes officer,
murdered at his apartment.
If seen, please do not approach.
The suspect should be considered armed and dangerous.
Any information on his whereabouts should be reported
to your local authorities.
So what's the plan?
We got it from here.
Yeah.
Good looking out, Gary.
Hold up, whoa.
Chris.
Sorry.
It's okay.
Fucked.
Chris, I'm so sorry about Ken.
You need to tell me what happened.
I can help you,
but this doesn't look good.
You hiding like this,
it makes you look guilty.
Yeah, well, what was I supposed to do?
They were cops.
What?
Two of them.
Ken was running from them.
I had to run too.
Did you get their names?
One called the other one Spencer.
They tried to kill me.
Okay, do you have any idea why?
Ken gave me this.
It's gotta be connected.
Okay, here, here's what we're gonna do.
I'm gonna get you in protective custody-
No, no way.
You can't keep hiding here, Chris.
There are things we need to do,
you have to give me a statement,
I can protect you.
What, from the police?
I don't have a choice.
This is my case.
Consider this an anonymous tip.
That's not how it works.
Forget it.
No.
Nothing on the radio.
Okay.
Keep an eye out, don't move till I get there.
It's all there?
Yeah, of course it's all there.
What are you waiting for, a fuckin' handjob?
Get out.
Listen to me.
I could eat your bosses and your dad for breakfast,
and you don't wanna know what I could do to you.
All you need to know is that when I call you, come,
and when I say so, you go.
So get the fuck out.
Fuckin' asshole.
Crazy bastard.
Chris?
You don't need that.
I wanna believe that, Chris,
but I need to know you're gonna make the right decision.
You really think I'm safe with you?
You want justice, this is how.
Justice?
Those cops are gonna jump through
whatever hoops they have to for the optics.
They'll be protected,
Ken will still be dead.
What would you do?
Help me out here, Chris.
I am.
You've got everything you need.
If you're not gonna come in now,
at least wait here.
I'll talk to Archer.
She cares about you.
I'll be back soon.
Here, eat something.
Oh! There she is.
You still here?
Yeah.
Shit.
You, uh,
you got any coffee?
Yeah, sure.
Help yourself.
Thanks.
Two bucks.
Yeah.
Extra five.
Extended shoe rental.
Hey, hey! Hands up, hands up.
Don't fuckin' move.
Where is it, asshole?
It's in my pocket.
Don't!
Hands up.
King,
check it.
Why'd you kill him?
You, huh?
You the one?
Fuck you.
Why?
Why'd you kill him?
Wait.
He saw...
What did he see?
Ugh.
Oh!
Dude!
You know it's, like, present day, right?
You coulda DMed or emailed or texted or do the,
okay, come in.
Anyway, you owe me a new table
'cause there is no way
- that stain is gonna come out. - Abby, shh.
Sup?
So Ab, you know how to recover a hard drive, right?
I mean, I could explain to you
why that's a silly question to ask someone
who worked for three years in criminal computer forensics,
but I mean, I just-
So if I gave you a memory card or a damaged hard drive,
you'd be able to show me what's on it?
That doesn't sound very official, Detective Tasbar.
It's not, I just, um,
I need someone I can trust.
Ab, I wouldn't be asking.
Okay, what is it?
Oh! Okay, I get it.
Sure, I'll help.
Is there anything else I can do?
No, just leave it with me,
I'll call you when I get something.
So get outta here
- so I can work. - Thank you.
- Yes, yes. - Thank you, thank you.
Sir?
Sir, are you okay?
I know you.
Who did this to you?
Okay, I'm gonna get you some help, okay?
Just stay still.
This is Detective Tasbar.
Hello?
Lieutenant?
Detective, what do you need?
I have reason to believe
that Officer Sun's brother, Chris,
is likely pursuing a personal vendetta
against Sergeant Hatton and his squad.
I see.
You don't sound surprised.
Not much surprises me, Detective.
Do you like sushi?
Sure, uh.
Wait, wait!
You piece of shit.
I told you to wait,
just do what I tell you!
He was gonna get away.
Was gonna get away.
You thought letting him kick your ass
and then getting away was a better idea?
Huh? Hey?
What does he know?
He knows nothing.
He said something.
I can hear him, hit him again.
I didn't!
Sarge.
My neighbors.
Get him outta here.
Come on, Champ.
I'll kiss it better.
Get off me!
Everybody lays low until I call, okay?
I'm still good to go.
Yeah, me too, Boss.
Lay low!
What part don't you fuckin' understand?
Do I need to explain myself?
No, I hear you fine.
But what about Tasbar?
I'll take care of it.
Okay? I got somewhere to be.
Get him home.
You, just fuckin' go inside.
Go inside.
Fuckin' assholes.
Mm!
Do you want anything?
That'll be all, thank you.
Sake.
I have to say I'm confused, Ma'am..
About what?
Well, why we're here.
We still haven't heard anything from Hatton and his squad,
Chris is out there somewhere hiding from them,
from us,
and you're having a late-night snack.
Why?
Lieutenant,
you didn't tell me this was an ambush.
Let's call it an impromptu case review.
Mm.
My officers' medicals.
Clearing them of any misconduct.
Post-traumatic stress? You're kidding.
Yeah, losing a fellow officer is a traumatic experience.
You'd know that if you ever used your service weapon
anywhere but the range.
This still doesn't say anything about Chris.
Where was he?
Why did they even go to his home in the first place?
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
Yeah, they were responding to shots fired.
Yeah, the suspect was an Asian male wearing a mask
who fled the scene after killing Officer Sun.
Disgruntled former police officer shoots estranged brother
before declaring war on cops.
Mm-hmm.
Seems to me like Chris is the most likely suspect.
And by the way, I didn't know
you two were on a first-name basis.
You wouldn't happen to be fuckin' him too, would you?
Likely, huh?
Like the blood in the car leading up to the apartment?
How about criminals in uniform gun down fellow officer,
hunt surviving brother.
Might sound good on the news, right?
Enough.
I brought you here to pool our resources
and find Chris unharmed and in custody.
And the Sergeant brought the medicals,
and as half-assed as that help is,
he is here to help.
I'm listening.
So listen, then.
What have you learned?
I tracked Chris down to a bowling alley.
There I found an unconscious employee
and the signs of a pretty bad fight.
But whoever was there destroyed the security footage
before they left.
I have units there now going over everything.
Right now, I think that Chris went up against...
Where is the rest of your squad, Sergeant?
Well, besides Spencer and Gale,
who are resting at home,
where are they?
Off duty until morning huddle.
Goddamn timer.
Christ.
Don't move.
Please, don't kill me.
Shut up.
Put it on.
Okay, okay.
Keep going.
More.
Stand up.
Pick it up.
I didn't ask if you wanted to.
I didn't ask you anything, actually.
Get up.
Pick it up.
Take it.
I'm, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry!
I didn't want to.
It was Hatton and Perry,
not me.
I was just doing what they told me.
What did he see, huh?
I don't know.
I don't know! I wasn't there!
Please!
Why don't I believe you?
Feel that?
Trying to talk?
Beg?
Can't get a single word out?
Now you know how he felt.
Code.
One, two, seven, nine.
Don't warn them.
I can do that myself.
All right.
I want your squad in my office before morning huddle.
We're gonna go over every bit of evidence
until I'm satisfied.
Tomorrow? Chris is out there tonight,
right now.
Well, it's your case, Detective.
Go detect.
See you in the morning.
How can you trust him?
We all know what he is.
Who says I trust him?
I need him.
There's a difference.
What?
Spencer's in trouble, Sergeant.
Well, he's not the only one,
you fuckin' piece of shit.
Listen, whatever you're doing to him
I'm gonna make look like a trip to the beauty salon
when I'm done with you.
I don't think Spencer likes that kinda language.
Wait, no!
Did you pull the trigger, or Perry?
Which one of you looked him in the eye?
Or were you even brave enough to do that?
Brave? Brave?
You don't know a fucking thing about brave, okay?
We protect you from the animals,
you ungrateful children,
because we have the strength to do what you can't.
That's brave.
Putting down the threat.
Is that what he was to you?
Threat?
Maybe he was both.
Maybe you are too.
Well, you're gonna get the chance
to find out, Sergeant.
Sooner than you may think.
Oh yeah?
You wanna come for me, is that it?
Well, you come and you see what fuckin' happens,
'cause you got a lot more to lose than a brother
and a shitty gym.
A lot more than you think.
When you forget it's there
next to your door.
- I'm telling you, man. - You'll make 'em wet
- and confused. - It's crazy, Bro.
Shouldn't you guys be home?
Uh, and who are you?
Oh, hey.
Look at that.
That's me.
We're just chillin'.
Sure you are, Bro.
What's in the backpack?
School shit.
Oh yeah?
Not gonna find any surprises in there, am I?
Okay, okay.
Clean this shit up.
What's that?
You got somethin' to say?
Nah, 'cause I'm pretty sure
- something on your mind. - Whoa, take it easy, man!
Yo, chill, chill!
Well?
You sure you ain't got any community feedback?
That's right! Go run home!
Hello?
Hey.
You're not the begging type, are you?
Come on.
Was it you?
Were you the one that pulled the trigger?
I don't like to brag.
Why?
Ask me nicely.
Why?
I'll tell you what a bitch your dead brother was.
Ah!
Oh, come on!
Don't you want your vengeance?
This is your big revenge kick, huh?
Because your brother died squealing,
something like that.
Run, Chrissy!
You know that all I have to do is follow the blood, right?
Come on now, Chrissy!
You know you can't run from the law.
You know Kenny Boy couldn't.
I did mention how much your brother died
like a bitch, right?
Ah! Come out!
Have a little bit more balls than your brother, huh?
Jesus! Are you okay?
Fine, it's not as bad as it looks.
I gotta tell you, man,
you're gonna have a really hard time convincing anyone
to keep you out of jail.
The bowling alley?
They came after me.
Right after you left, actually.
In fact, every other cop I've laid eyes on
in the last 24 hours has tried to kill me.
So jail's about the last thing I'm worried about.
Who was it?
It was Gale and King.
After that, I went after Spencer and Perry.
Now it's just Hatton.
Goddammit, Chris!
I told Archer I would bring you in unharmed.
You've been running around beating the shit
out of police all night.
What did you think was gonna happen?
It doesn't matter!
Ken's dead!
I didn't,
I didn't even get to say goodbye.
I don't know what you're trying to accomplish,
but what it looks like right now is you're obsessed
with delivering pain
and you don't give a shit about justice for Ken.
I'm trying to help you.
Archer's trying to help you.
You're pretty much the only one right now not helping you.
What?
Nothing.
Where are we going?
Were you followed?
No, I don't think so.
Michelle, can I talk to you?
Actually, do you wanna, um,
get some of that blood off in the bathroom?
There's towels, just go nuts.
Jesus, Ab, are you okay?
No!
And neither are you or your boyfriend upstairs?
Michelle, do you realize what you've gotten yourself into?
What you've gotten me into?
Calm down.
What's going on?
Well, I recovered something from that
I really shouldn't have seen!
Yes, what is it?
You better be sure you wanna know the answer
to that question.
I'm sorry, Ab.
You shouldn't.
I'm sorry.
So am I.
I did this to both of you.
Michelle wouldn't have asked you if I didn't ask her first.
She the only one I could go to.
Look, maybe I would've done it anyway, okay?
Just watch it so we can figure out what to do next.
Get down!
Ah!
Shit!
Is she?
Yeah.
How bad is it?
Shallow.
Clean through, just keep pressure on it.
Ah!
Okay we gotta go, now!
You can move faster without me.
No, you need help!
Chris, I'll be fine!
Get it to Archer.
Go!
I thought you didn't like to get close
to this side of things.
I don't,
but you don't give me much of a choice, do you?
It's the job, Boss.
You don't like what you see,
join the Red Cross.
This is how we keep the peace.
You don't get to make jokes.
Not with Ken complaining about you to me
every chance he gets.
And now he's threatening to go over my head.
That's bad for all of us.
So keep your shit together
until I can get his ass into another unit.
Clean this up.
I hear you, mm-hmm.
Get Spencer to bring the car around,
we're outta here.
Oh shit, get him!
Shit, Deac, you okay?
Do I look okay?
Oh, fuck!
I had to take all the back streets.
Fuck, I'm bleeding bad, man.
Yeah, you know what? I got a kit.
Let's take you inside and sit you down, okay?
Christopher?
Where's Michelle?
She's safe,
in rough shape but safe.
I'm getting her all the help I can.
Are you safe? Where are you?
I wanna talk to her.
Just trust me.
She's fine, okay?
Christopher, where are you?
It's probably best if you don't know.
Did you recover the recorder?
I have the body cam.
Did you see what's on it?
No. It's encrypted.
Okay, um, listen to me.
I'm gonna give you an address.
Bring it here, and we can take care of this together.
I can help you, both of you.
Please, just let me help you.
Before that,
something I wanna ask you.
Anything.
Tell me why I left.
Tell me what happened my last night.
Oh, come on, we both know that that's just-
The truth.
Pam, I need to hear it from you.
A trigger-happy cop
who probably shouldn't have had a badge
in the first place shot an innocent man.
Ruined a promising career,
and it was swept under the rug because of optics.
Is that what you wanna hear?
Okay, what's the address?
552 Horner Avenue.
Okay, I'll be there soon.
He's on his way.
He knows?
He knows.
Jesus, Hatton.
Sure, it's all him, right?
You're just his commander.
You know what? You talk too fuckin' much.
Loose ends later.
Is this what you had in mind?
Helping me, helping Chris?
For what it's worth, I'm sorry.
This is bigger than both of you.
I might not be able to help, Detective,
but I can still hurt you.
So be quiet.
Last chance, Christopher.
I know.
It can still end better than this.
Just give me the camera.
You can go anywhere.
How'd it ever get like this, Pam?
Was it like this when my dad was around?
Did he know?
Your dad knew the way the world works.
He didn't like it, but he knew.
I made him a promise,
and I broke it.
I couldn't protect Ken.
I can keep my promise with you.
Please, Christopher.
So that's it then.
You're gonna let that piece of shit walk,
and the bodies continue to pile up
as long as you stay behind your desk
while the optics last.
You never understood,
not from day one.
Regret is useless.
This! This is necessary!
Even the brutality, I can,
I can guide it,
point it at the right target.
No matter who's in the way.
You know, I have one regret.
In all this confusion,
I never got to finish your seminar.
Enough of your bullshit, Hatton.
No more games.
Play all the fuckin' games I want.
Fuck you.
This was your plan?
A fuckin' toy?
Do you have any idea what you're standing up against?
Any idea what's at stake?
You think 'cause you quit your job,
you quit your duty,
that you can look down on us?
On me?
Hatton, the camera!
Yes, Ma'am!
Move.
Just make it quick.
Blue means dead, right?
Fuckin' piece of shit.
It's far enough.
Listen to that.
That's you.
Shut up.
What's wrong?
This is what you wanted.
I never wanted this.
It's necessary.
You don't understand.
You keep saying that,
but you betrayed everything
and everyone you said you'd protect.
Piece of shit.
Waited all night to do this.
Come on! Get up, you piece of shit.
Hey, Chris!
You know, my first day on the job,
I had a beer with your dad.
I liked him.
Your brother, not so much.
Chris.
Oh, come out, Bud.
Just wanna finish what we started.
Come on, Buddy!
I'm only gonna bash your fuckin' head in.
Come on!
You're gonna pay
for all of it.
You and your fuckin' toys.
Drop it, both of you!
You know,
you think you're gonna put an end to all this,
but you're not.
This started way before you.
It's gonna end way after,
'cause you're just a piece of shit.
And guys like me will always be necessary.
You're afraid of everyone on the other side
of that blue line.
That's what you think.
I said drop it, Hatton!
Ken would be proud, Chris.
So would your dad.
I hope so.
It's gonna be okay.
What constitutes a threat?
Is it a person?
Is it a weapon?