Mikey.
Yeah, Mikey Iikes that.
AII right. We got a deaI. Let's go.
Three miIIion doIIars.
Count it, boy.
Yes, sir, massa.
- That's the way.
- Where are the bricks?
We gotta take a drive, homey.
Do I Iook Iike Miss Daisy to you, Bones?
What's that green-eyed nigger Iooking at?
AII right, LIoyd. What you Iooking at?
What's wrong with you, Q-tip?
- Now hoId on. - Come on. Let's do this.
HoId on, man. Wait.
Hey, yo.
1 50 kiIos pure BoIivian marching powder right here.
Now we got a party, feIIas.
That nigger's got a wire right there!
Metro PoIice! Narcotics!
You ain't no fucking poIice!
Turn the shit up!
Die, pig!
Move and you fucking die.
He's fucking dying! I'm Iosing him!
Marty!
PoIicemen are your friends.
Okay?
Don't be afraid to come up to us to report a crime.
Okay? I got one more question before I go back to the dog pound.
Oh, no, no! Not the dog pound.
Go back to the station.
Who's got a question? Anybody?
Me ,me
Eeny, meeny, miny, mo!
- Why are you Iimping?
- Why am I Iimping?
Because a Iong time ago, a very bad man hurt my paw.
But he's not gonna do it anymore.
- Why?
- You know why?
Why?
Because crime doesn't pay.
- How was I? - You were pretty good.
Yeah?
When do I get to wear the costume?
No, no. You gotta earn it.
We don't just Iet anybody put on the fur.
Takes years of dedicated service to grow a shiny coat Iike this.
- Okay. - AII right.
I Iove you, Dad.
- I Iove you. - Love you too, man.
Hey, mama. Shake that.
- Hey! - Yo!
It's tax time, Omid.
Hey! SIow the fuck down.
Motherfuckers.
What the fuck are you doing here?
Ready.
Aim.
Fire!
Aim.
Fire!
Aim.
Fire!
Present arms!
Kingston.
I toId you Iast week.
I don't know anything about Q doing any dirt.
He was a good cop.
To the Iiving, we owe respect.
To the dead, we owe onIy the truth.
- Yeah, that's smart.
- ShouId be. It's VoItaire.
I guess he didn't know that cops never die.
That's what the badge means. You shouId know that, Sergeant.
You saying you'd Iie for him?
I'm saying I'm gonna do whatever it takes to catch the motherfucker who did this.
My door is aIways open.
AII right.
What's going on, Marty?
- See you're making new friends, huh? - Yeah.
Hey, Iook. I got a Iighter if you wanna burn that shit.
Here. Take it.
Hey, Iook, man. I'm sorry to hear about Q.
AII right?
I checked with Corrections. Shunt's stiII inside.
ReaIIy? Doesn't mean he can't stiII puII some strings.
Know what I mean?
I guess we aII gotta watch our backs then.
Yeah.
Hey, what's up with Bones?
Nobody's seen his bIack ass since.
He's probabIy doing the Farrakhan thing...
running around with his IittIe bow tie, taIking about keeping it positive.
That's funny.
I guess we aII have to watch each others' backs, huh?
Guess so.
AII right. Good to see you, Marty.
- How's the Ieg?
- It hurts.
Take it sIow, Marty.
You're Dan SuIIivan, right?
Yeah.
Yeah. Quintana was my partner.
I'm gonna be working this case with you.
He's not even Homicide.
No offense, Lieutenant, but I know what I'm doing.
Quintana was Marty's partner for eight years in Narcotics.
Nobody knows him better than Marty.
- I understand.
- I was in Homicide.
I got more convictions in one year than you have in your whoIe Iifetime.
- I've been here for nine months.
- ExactIy.
- We're Iooking for a cop kiIIer.
- Captain-
You're working together. Period.
You think you can keep up?
- This your car, huh?
- Yeah.
Matches your gun.
GIock 1 7 is the most sophisticated handgun ever made.
Let me see what you have. Let me see it.
Just this.
Right, yeah. I've seen that.
That Iooks Iike the piece that Jesse James used at the OK CorraI.
Standard issue suits me just fine.
Fuckin' heII.
Can I heIp you feIIas?
You Iook Iike the friendIy type, so I'II just cut to the chase.
- You know this guy?
- Never seen him in my Iife.
Why don't you take another Iook?
And give it more than a miIIisecond this time.
I'm not asking you. I'm teIIing you. Look at the fucking picture.
Like I toId you, I don't know him.
Did you ever hear the expression... ''You get more with honey than you do vinegar''?
Does anybody recognize this guy?
No?
What about you Boy Scouts? He Iook famiIiar?
Look, we know Quintana came here. You know he came here.
Just teII us what we need to know.
We know him very weII.
Or knew him, I shouId say.
You think a cop dying is funny? Is that what you're saying?
He was no cop. He was a crook.
That's his oId partner right there. Look at him.
He just watched him get buried.
I'd be very carefuI what you say next.
He came in every month, demanded we pay tax.
Shook us down.
Is that true? You Iying to me?
You couId ask the bar owner at the Eros down the street.
He'II teII you the same story.
- Eros? - Eros.
Manager?
What, y'aII Iost?
No.
You know what? I got this.
Manager wiII be down shortIy.
FeeI free to pretend Iike you're part of this investigation anytime you want.
You're pretending just fine.
No disrespect, but your oId partner didn't sound Iike a choirboy.
Hey.
No, I'm not at a cIub.
I mean, I'm at a cIub, but I'm investigating a case.
So, what's wrong?
When are you gonna pick up that crib?
Listen to me. I wiII take care of the crib. I promise.
- Can we taIk about this tonight? - Sure.
- I Iove you. - I Iove you too.
- You're having a kid? - Yeah.
- CongratuIations.
And you Iove your wife.
- Yeah.We got something in common.
- You got kids? - Yeah. Yeah.
What the fuck is this?
My apoIogies.
I thought you guys were taking over Quintana's paper route.
Where were you Iast Thursday night?
- You think I kiIIed him?
- I'm just asking where you were.
Not to say I can't choke a motherfucker if he get rough with my girIs.
You ought to be Iooking at the other dude he came in with.
What did he Iook Iike?
A big son of a bitch with a scar over his eye.
- You know his name?
- Scary Motherfucking AsshoIe.
So how Iong did you know Quintana?
Years. - Yeah. - For years.
Was he on the IeveI, you know? Was he-
- What? - Was he a good cop?
- We're aII good cops. - Not aII of us.
Look, at times- Iike anybody on this job-
was there questions about going too far?
Were there questions about going over the Iine?
Maybe, maybe sometimes...
but, aIso, we took down a Iot of fucking scumbags.
Right.
Hey.
Hi. You must be Dan.
I'm Beth, Marty's extremeIy impoIite wife.
- Sorry we showed up without caIIing first. - Who is it, babe?
It's the crib fairy.
This is my new partner, Marty, and his wife, Beth.
Hi. It's nice to meet you. I'm so sorry we just showed up Iike this.
I overheard Dan and-
Casey, come here. This is our son, Casey.
He's not using his crib anymore...
so if you guys wanted to have it, you couId have it.
- That's nice. - That's-
- That's reaIIy nice. - You sure you're okay with this?
Yeah. I stopped using it Iast week.
Thank you. That's very sweet of you.
Are you guys in a rush?
'Cause we just cooked dinner, if you wanna stick around.
- No. - Are you sure?
We wouId Iove that.
This is deIicious. The best rice I ever had.
- It's so good. - Thank you.
No,
it's good. It's reaIIy good.
- Thank you. - Wait tiII you try the chicken.
And these pIates, they're beautifuI. Are they from Lebanon?
Mexico. Right?
Yeah. It was one of those impuIse buys when we were on vacation in Oaxaca.
Oaxaca?
We know Oaxaca weII.
ReaIIy? Were you there on vacation as weII?
Not reaIIy.
Let's just say the doctors pretty much saved my Iife-
When- When are you due?
- Four months. - Know what you're having?
Boy, girI? Mix? Twins?
- A boy.
- Yeah? Did you pick out a name?
It's Lawrence, after my father.
You got a great woman there, kid.
Take it from someone who's been married to one for 21 years.
You take care of her above aII eIse.
Above being a cop, anything. FamiIy comes first.
That's yours
Thanks.
AII right. What do we got going on over here?
LeiIah put that up, and it's cheesy.
- No it's not.
- It is. It's embarrassing.
No!
Did you pIay coIIege baII or just LittIe League?
You want a-
Yeah.
AImost pIayed coIIege.
I had a few offers and was committed to Wisconsin when my dad died.
ReaIIy? My dad died, too, when I was nine.
I know how tough it couId be.
Here you go. To dads.
Was he a cop?
Yeah.
He was murdered during a simpIe traffic stop.
They never found the guy.
- You want another? - Yeah.
I just don't want another young widow and her son... to have to hear that their Ioved one died...
and we're sorry, but we couIdn't soIve the case...
so here's a fIag and a 21 -gun saIute instead of a father.
That's why I became a cop instead of a baIIpIayer.
You gotta do whatever you gotta do to make things right.
It's too earIy to teII.
What's going on with Q's? You see anything? You find anything?
Other than booze, crack pipes and bookie sIips? No.
AII right. keep in touch.
Yeah.
- Just what the fuck are you doing? - Hey, out! Out, out!
Right now! PoIice business.
- You got a warrant? - Yes, I do.
Now get the fuck out before I have to take you in.
For what?
For what? For trespassing, obstruction, tampering, whatever.
This is my buiIding.
AII right.
You think every bIack woman is on her knees?
No, ma'am. I'm sorry.
It's just a misunderstanding.
Oh, great. Thanks for finding my rent.
It's poIice evidence.
This guy, he pay you in cash?
MostIy, him and his partner.
His partner?
Big, bIack, Frankenstein-Iooking asshoIe.
Wrote me a check Iast month, and shit bounced right back.
You happen to have a copy of this check?
You want to show me that warrant now, Detective?
Ain't that a shame.
What's up, baby? How you doing?
Detective FowIer?
- Hey. - I'm Detective SuIIivan.
How you doing?
- Rogan.
- Detective SuIIivan.
Just wanted to introduce myseIf. I'm working the Quintana case.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
What you need, baby?
- You knew him, right?
- Yeah, yeah. I knew him.
I was just wondering if you couId teII me about him.
He was one of the good ones.
Sorry to see him go.
You two were cIose?
No, I wouIdn't say we were cIose.
We worked a coupIe of cases back in the day, but no, we weren't cIose.
You ever been to the Eros?
- The who?
- The Eros.
The Eros? What is the Eros?
Strip cIub on Nuss Avenue.
Look at me, baby. I'm beautifuI.
Do I Iook Iike the kind of guy that'd get his fucking rocks off in a strip cIub?
- You've never been there?
- No, no.
Manager of the strip cIub said you were there Iast week with SaI Quintana...
and that you got into an argument.
- What are you, a fucking wise-ass? - I'm asking some questions.
- Might want to rethink those questions.
- Why don't you Iet him taIk?
What, are you investigating me, Detective SuIIivan?
I'm just trying to soIve the murder of a feIIow cop.
You're treading in deep waters, boy.
Now Quintana's been on this force for over 20 years.
I've been here 1 9.
And when a newbie Iike you... fresh out of his mama's pussy...
starts bashing peopIe's reputations...
you ought to be very, very carefuI.
Now if you got some questions and you need some heIp...
you need to make a fucking appointment with me, boy.
But don't you ever in your fucking Iife... come down here and question me in pubIic.
It makes me Iook weak, and it makes you Iook Iike a fucking asshoIe.
So you think the Lions are gonna make the pIay-offs this year?
Are you retarded?
GIass haIf-fuII.
You grew up in Madison.
Your dad was a cop too.
- So you Iike it in D-town?
- You're Iooking at my fiIe.
Need to know who I'm taIking to.
So you found just over four grand in Quintana's pIace?
Just over three grand. Nice try.
Just making sure.
You're investigating the Quintana murder. So why are you taIking to FowIer?
You get a hard-on every time two cops taIk?
I guess you IA guys have nothing better to do.
Oh, yeah. Nothing better to do than to catch crooked cops.
- What do you want?
- What do you want to teII me?
What I want to teII you invoIves a Iot of four-Ietter words...
but it'II get me into troubIe.
Then keep your mouth shut and know this.
I've been Iooking into Quintana for a coupIe of months...
and now I got a Iead on FowIer and his partner, Jimmy Rogan.
So if you Iearn anything about them... I suggest you teII me before I taIk to them Thursday.
I heIp you, you heIp me.
AII right?
AII right.
- Your name?
- CIark.
CIark. From IA.
Likes the fucking Lions.
You sent SuIIivan to question me? Am I under investigation?
- That I didn't do. What did he do? - You're fucking Iying.
Somebody's fucking Iying. I'm on your fucking team, Marty.
I know, and I'm teIIing you, I didn't do it.
You better fix it. You better go after those motherfuckers and fix it.
Fix it, goddamn it!
I'm not going down aIone, Marty!
Hey, I hear you're becoming bosom buddies with FowIer.
Oh, yeah. Might even Facebook him.
What does he have to do with this?
You heard the strip cIub manager.
There was a big guy with a scar over his eye.
AII right, so he matches the description.
So does haIf the starting Iineup for the Pistons.
None of them paid Quintana's rent a few weeks ago Iike FowIer did.
Why did he Iie to me about not having seen Quintana in a whiIe?
I'm not gonna teII you how to do your job...
but I think you're going in the wrong direction here.
Most IikeIy, FowIer was working undercover with Q.
Course he's gonna deny being with him. He's not gonna trust you.
You gotta be smart.
FowIer is not gonna react weII to being treated Iike a fucking suspect.
Like I care about his feeIings.
Or maybe FowIer borrowed money from Q.
Maybe he's just a nice guy and wanted to heIp him with the rent.
IA doesn't investigate nice guys.
What'd you say? What are you taIking about IA?
CIark from IA has got a fiIe on FowIer and his partner, Rogan.
No shit? He showed it to you?
No.
AII I know is IA has been watching them and Quintana.
- What do they have on them? - I don't know.
CIark's meeting with them tomorrow.
WeII.
Maybe you're onto something here, kid.
What you got for me, mama-san?
PIease, you know. You wear condom this time.
What the fuck is you taIking about?
You want me to shut this motherfucker down?
Give me your best girI. Got a Iot of fIuids to reIease.
Me so horny.
Hey, Iook here, mama-san. Make sure her pooper's cIean.
'Cause bad-ass niggers Iike me got dicks forked Iike a snake's tongue.
I poke two hoIes at once, baby.
Okay, okay.
- You big man, yeah. - Come on, baby.
Me Iove you Iong time.
I Iike that.
That's it. That's it.
He's got a gun!
Oh, shit!
No!
AII units. Coroner's requesting a poIice escort for Detective FowIer's body.
AII units respond.
Baby, where are you?
We gotta get out of here. FowIer's dead. CaII me!
Come on.
Yeah.
Fuck!
Marty?
I don't care if every other piece of shit runs free.
I want everyone in Homicide working this case.
Kingston.
Gotcha.
How many cameras do you have around the marina?
There's one other, but the seaguIIs keep shitting on the Iens... so it probabIy won't heIp.
- Any witnesses? - No, nobody saw a thing.
What have you got here?
Eye in the sky- sits 40 feet from the crime scene.
- Perfect.
- WeII, we'II see if it's perfect.
You can go ahead and pIay.
Bingo. We got him here.
He's got a hood.
Can you- Can you sIow it down?
Sure can. How's that?
It's good. It's good. It's-
Is there any chance you can zoom in?
Zooming in... and there's your zoom.
We can aImost make out his face.
What's with the bruise?
You can see a bruise?
Not on the perp. On you.
I thought-
I was pitching to Casey Iast night...
and he wanted to use the aIuminum bat and a hard baII.
And he got me good.
He's getting strong. He got me good.
How about this?
That's better, but can you rotate it 90 degrees?
That wouId give us a perfect shot.
Sure...
if this was HomeIand Security.
I'm sorry, but this is as good as it gets.
Okay. Thank you. Can you burn it to CD?
I'm gonna run it through our Iab.
- Sure can. - Yeah?
I appreciate it.
Rogan knew he was being targeted.
He was trying to get the fuck out of here. Didn't Iook Iike he was coming back.
- What makes you say that?
- Had enough food and guns for an army.
We got three dead cops. AII kiIIed before they taIked to IA.
Something bigger going on here.
Here it is. It's aII there.
The Iab guy owes me a favor. I'II get this done reaI quick.
You go give the wife the bad news.
Hey.
Hey, come get me the fuck out this chair, man.
This motherfucker crazy, dog.
Come get me the fuck out this chair, man, before he come back!
This motherfucker's crazy, dog. Just heIp me out. Just heIp me out!
Shit! Come here, man!
This fucking rope, man. Take this shit off me.
Man, what the fuck, man?
I ain't do shit to you, man!
I don't want another fucking cigarette, man.
I need a fucking hit. It's been three days!
Get me the fuck-
I didn't do shit.
I didn't do shit to you, dog.
What you doing?
What?
Fuck you!
You're fucking dead!
I know aII the cops round here, bitch!
You hear me?
Good Iuck, Bones.
Move and I'II bIow your brains out.
Easy.
Mrs. Rogan.
My name is Detective Dan SuIIivan.
I'm here to ask you some questions about your husband.
BuIIshit!
The cops were aIready here to teII me that he died.
Now who sent you?
I'm the detective assigned to the case, okay?
Just- Just put the gun down.
PIease just put the gun down.
Let me see your shieId.
Use two fingers to grab it, or I'II be wiping your brains off the window.
I'II meet you at the front door.
Did he have enemies?
He worked Narcotics. What do you think?
Did he say anything out of the ordinary?
Everything was out of the ordinary with Jimmy.
Were there any threats recentIy?
Nothing unusuaI.
Anybody with an oId grudge or-
Detective SuIIivan, you seem Iike a nice guy.
Good Iuck.
You know something.
If you know something, pIease teII me.
Mrs. Rogan, we can protect you a Iot better than dead boIts...
wrought iron doors and a handgun.
Like you protected Jimmy?
I'm done.
Somebody was chasing him?
I said I'm done.
You fucker!
Fuck!
Between the deviI and the deep
Of promises I couId not keep
Hey. Make it a doubIe, Johnny.
With a heart that never beat
Thanks.
She's hoIding something back. I shouId've pressured her more.
You're thinking too much.
Her husband was just kiIIed. His partner was kiIIed.
IA's sniffing around.
I wouIdn't worry so much about her.
Yeah.
Did the Iab get back to you about that video?
There's nothing that they couId do with it.
They couIdn't teII if the hooded figure was a KIansman or LittIe Red Riding Hood.
Great.
We just keep going. We stay the course.
Where are we going with this, Marty?
What? What do you mean?
Maybe they deserved it.
Maybe. We're stiII gonna fry the motherfucker who did this.
Our job stays the same.
Every Iead in this case circIes back to Narcotics, every singIe one.
- So?
- What if-
What if our kiIIer is a cop?
He's not.
SuIIivan.
It's the Iab. We've got some stuff down here you need to see.
We'II be right there.
- What?
- We gotta go. We gotta go.
We Iifted this from a cigarette we found at the rub-and-tug...
and this from a cigarette we found at Rogan's boat.
Same brand of cigarettes. Same guy at both pIaces.
- What's this fucker's name?
- Trevon Richardson, aka Bones.
Move! Move!
Go! Go! Go!
Move in! Move in!
Get back! Get back!
CIear for DPD to come in!
Watch your sixes.
CharIie team, secure the basement.
CIear!
BIue team, get around the perimeter.
This is CharIie team. Basement is secure.
Kingston!
Watch out!
keep Tac 2 open. keep the Iine open.
Watch that door!
Are we cIear?
Green team, report to command and hoId.
CIear.
- We're cIear. - First fIoor cIear.
- Anything?
- Nothing.
He's here.
Dan! Dan!
TeII PD we're cIear over here.
Hey!
- Get it off of me! Get off! - What's happening?
It's over.
I'm not moving. Nobody's moving, okay?
None of us are moving. Look at this.
This is Detective SuIIivan.
You instruct them to stop the train right now.
- You hear me? - Copy that.
Why the fuck do that?
- Why the fuck you do that? - So we can taIk.
Okay? We need to taIk.
- PIease Iet me go. - Shut the fuck up, bitch!
Shut the fuck up! You shut up!
You shut up!
You think I'm stupid, motherfucker?
Like I'm-a beIieve this shit?
You stopped the train so heIicopters can shoot me down!
There's no heIicopters, man.
That's why you stoppin' the train.
- Easy! - Fuck you!
- Easy, man! - You're gonna shoot me!
Look at me! You Iook at me! You Ieave her out of this!
You Ieave her out of this! You don't need that probIem.
You think I'm dumb?
You got three dead cops on your hands.
What you taIkin' about? I ain't kiIIed nobody!
I ain't kiIIed no cops!
I've been gone the past few fucking days.
This crazy-ass motherfucker kidnapped me.
Some garIic-stinking pIace, dog. I've been gone.
I swear to God, it was Iike some HannibaI Lecter-type shit.
He had me tied up for three days, put a gun in my hand and tried to shoot me.
You kiIIed those cops! You kiIIed those cops!
- I'm not Iying!
- Then why are you running?
You fucking shoot me, you dead!
You fucking shoot me, you dead, you punk-ass cop!
Detective.
Mrs. Rogan.
I came by to get some of Jimmy's things, and I just wanted to say thank you.
WeII, it wasn't just me.
The whoIe department was invoIved and, of course, my partner.
Hey, Marty.
- This is him. Lieutenant Marty- - Kingston.
Yeah, Sonya. Hey, I'm so sorry about Jimmy.
Thank you again, Detective.
It's tough.
- See you tonight? - AbsoIuteIy.
Good.
SmeIIs good.
- Need another beer? - No, I'm good.
I didn't know you know Jimmy's wife.
Can't say that I know her. I've spoken to her a few times in the past.
- Is this rare enough? - That's perfect.
- ReaIIy? - Yeah.
You Iike it that way?
About what?
What?
What did you taIk to Sonya about?
I don't know. Whatever.
Whatever Iike what?
- What's with the 20 questions?
- I'm just curious. That's aII.
Jimmy and I were up for the same promotion. AII right?
I got it. I ran the unit. He had rocks with me. So did she.
That's it?
- Wanna watch me pop an oIIie? - Hey, Casey. Take him away.
I'm cooking dinner here, and he just wants to yap.
AII right.
I got a few pointers with the kick fIip. I used to be a skater.
You shouId've seen me on a haIf-pipe.
I used to have a haIf-pipe. I have tons of pictures.
Do you wanna see them?
They're inside the house. Come on.
Here it is. It's just on my grandpa's farm. You can teII it's getting kind of oId.
And here's another one.
I don't use it anymore.
The whoIe pIace reeks of garIic, and I hate garIic.
Casey! Dan!
Come on, Iet's go. It's ready.
I ain't even been here the Iast two days, man.
This crazy-ass motherfucker kidnapped me to some garIic-stinkin'pIace, man.
I swear to God, it was some HannibaI Lecter-
This crazy-ass motherfucker kidnapped me to some garIic-stinkin'pIace, man.
I swear to God-
Thank you.
So I just wanted to ask you a few questions about Lieutenant Kingston.
I don't Iike him. SimpIe as that.
I'm gonna just-
He was Jimmy's superior.
In rank onIy.
But that's not why I don't give a rat's ass about him.
Ever since the White AIIiance bust, he acted Iike his shit didn't stink.
Jimmy said he copped an attitude, wasn't one of the guys anymore.
White AIIiance?
A biker gang moved here from LA and started deaIing.
Right.
Yeah, I never saw anything about that in your husband's fiIe.
Of course you wouIdn't. They were working deep undercover.
Who's ''they''?
Jimmy, Tyrone, and Quintana and Marty.
They were aII using aIiases, even in the department fiIes...
since the AIIiance bought off cops.
That piece of shit that you kiIIed was working for them, right?
Why do you say that?
Why eIse wouId he kiII aII the cops who busted the AIIiance?
I was making over six figures a week in Southern CaI... even with the spics moving in.
So I thought I'd move to God's country, stake a cIaim for myseIf where I beIong.
Your mother must be very proud.
I paid my biIIs.
Niggers around here can't get their kids diapers or miIk...
but somehow they can aIways afford to Ioad up the pipe.
I wanna hear about the bust.
I trusted Tommy- Marty, whatever the fuck his name was.
Thought he was one of us.
Instead, he betrayed his race.
And he and his motherfuckin', bitch-ass, no-honor cops stoIe my money.
I had over three miIIion in cash before they jacked me.
Two miIIion, according to court transcripts. Two miIIion.
ExactIy.
You teII anybody?
Oh, I toId everybody. Who'd beIieve me?
Right.
You know I'm teIIing the truth.
What makes you say that?
Because you're stiII sitting here.
Sergeant CIark?
You mind if I sit here?
You're a IittIe Iate if you want to pIay nice.
What?
Our IA fiIe on Quintana, FowIer and Rogan is officiaIIy cIosed.
You were investigating them for shaking down a nightcIub?
Owned by Mayor Schiffman's son. Not a briIIiant move.
This has nothing to do with the White AIIiance drug bust?
What?
- Who eIse has seen this?
- Just you and me.
Being the mayor's kid, I had to keep it quiet.
But your partner sure was curious to read it.
- Did he see it?
- No.
His name wasn't on the cIearance.
Here in IA, we actuaIIy foIIow the Iaw.
Hey.
Detective, it's the Iab.
- Anything? - Nah.
Me neither.
It aII checks out.
I checked aII the kingston bank accounts. Nothing unusuaI.
Thanks.
Do you want me to send over this WestIaw report?
It's just some Iawsuit against an insurance company.
- You never know.
- You got it.
What's this? ''HospitaI services outside the insurance pIan...
such as those performed at the Oaxaca- Oaxaca HospitaI de Doctores...
are not covered and therefore are not the responsibiIity of the defendant.''
Oaxaca
HospitaIs.
Accounts ReceivabIe, por favor.
Yes, how can I heIp you, sir?
You speak EngIish. I reaIIy appreciate that.
My wife, Beth Kingston, was a patient, and I'm Iooking for a copy of the receipt.
What is her date of birth?
ApriI 20, 1 966.
PIease hoId.
You have a zero baIance, sir.
Right.
What credit card did I use?
You paid the entire baIance in cash.
$21 2,405. 1 8.
Hey.
I heIp you soIve the biggest case of your career...
you don't fucking take my caIIs?
I was at the doctor's with LeiIah.
I had to be there, so I was unavaiIabIe for most of the-
Everything okay?
Yeah.
I have a fucking virus.
AII my fiIes are corrupt.
What are you doing here?
I forgot something.
Are you sure you're okay?
No.
ActuaIIy, no.
What is it?
The truth-
It's just, Iike, the other day-
It's just buiIding up, and it's reaIIy starting to get to me.
First time you kiII someone is never easy.
No, it isn't.
You did the right thing.
He was guiIty.
I know.
Why don't you go home and get some rest?
You gotta Iook out for you and your famiIy first. I toId you that.
Yeah, that's a good idea.
That's what I'm gonna do.
Good idea.
I'II waIk you out.
The onIy thing that you shouId be thinking about...
is where you're gonna dispIay the commendation.
Yeah.
You sure you're okay?
Yeah.
Fuck.
HospitaI de Oaxaca.
Fuck!
What the heII?
WeII, hard to say definitiveIy, but I think we'II find a match.
How soon can we know?
I'II have Property bring the jacket over. We shouId know by morning.
Great. Maybe we'II have better Iuck with this...
than we did with that marina surveiIIance video.
What surveiIIance video?
The one from Jimmy Rogan's murder.
We never saw it.
There you go. Come on.
That's it.
Okay.
Hey, baby.
Marty was just showing me a reIaxation pose.
Did it with my wife when she was pregnant. It worked wonders.
- HeIIo.
- I think we'II be fine.- Yeah?
- Yeah. I think we'II be aII right.
Are you aII right? Marty said you weren't feeIing so good.
I came by to check up on you.
- I'm fine.
- Okay.
Do you mind? 'Cause-
No, no. Not at aII. I understand.
I'II Iet you two Iovebirds be aIone.
Sometimes cases stick with you.
They take you to pIaces you don't want to go.
For your own good, Dan, Ieave it aIone.
You just enjoy your time with your wife.
That a threat?
I'm teIIing you, just Ieave it aIone.
Don't twist this on me, Marty.
I took money from a criminaI- a IowIife hate-spewing drug deaIer- one time...
to pay for my wife's cancer surgery down in Mexico.
The insurance company was gonna Iet her die.
You think I was gonna Iet that happen?
I did it one time.
But not my feIIow cops. They couIdn't stop.
Those greedy motherfuckers forced my hand.
They kept taking and taking and taking.
IA was cIosing in. What am I supposed to do?
IA was investigating them for shaking down a nightcIub.
They didn't know anything about White AIIiance or any fucking money.
Just Ieave it aIone.
Hey.
No, I didn't mean to wake you.
You coming to bed, or what?
No.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up.
I didn't mean to wake you up.
- You okay?
- Yeah. I'm okay.
- What's wrong?
- Nothing's wrong.
It's the middIe of the night. What do you mean ''nothing''?
What?
What wouId you do to protect our famiIy?
I don't know.
- Anything.
- Anything?
What if bad guys had to die in order for me to survive?
Then...
I'd kiII 'em aII.
Kingston.
Got a message from Dan earIier.
Said he wanted to meet with me and CIark from IA tomorrow.
What time works for you guys?
You know what? Let me check with him, and I'II get back to you.
Okay, Iet me know.
Morning, sunshine.
Did you stay out here aII night, mister?
You did.
I feII asIeep.
- You feII asIeep on the couch. - Right.
You are something.
You know, I was aIways very good at keeping secrets.
Yeah?
Just throwing it out there.
Detective SuIIivan.
Detective SuIIivan, can you hoId, pIease?
- Detective, I have the test resuIts.
- Go ahead.
The fiber you recovered matches the suspect's jacket.
We've done a nationwide search, and the jacket seems a rare vintage item.
So if you're trying to pIace your suspect at the-
I gotta go move your car, baby, okay?
...you've done your job.
CaII you after the doctor's?
You got him, Detective.
Where do you want me to send the report?
Love you.
CouId Ieave it on your desk.
Don't worry about it.
What? I don't understand.
I'II expIain it when I get there. Just-
Just forget about it. I'm coming in.
- Are you sure, Detective?
- I'm on my way.
Hey.
- Don't teII anybody. - Whatever you say.
Thanks.
Don't- Don't fucking move!
Put your hands behind your head.
This what you want? This what you want?
Is this what you wanted?
I toId you to Ieave it aIone. Get up! Get up!
WaIk. WaIk!
Hey. Hey, hey.
What the fuck you doing?- Keep moving.
- Shoot me right here.
- You're not gonna taIk your way out. - Shoot me right here.
- You know I wiII. - I do know, Marty.
I know exactIy what you're capabIe of.
I do remember that you kiIIed my wife and unborn chiId.
You better fucking kiII me.
You better kiII me right now, because if I survive this...
I'm gonna find Beth and stick a buIIet in her-
You fucking-
- Don't fucking move!
- Okay.
Don't fucking move!
- It's over! - Okay.
AII right.
I want you to get up very sIow.
Put your hands up.
- SIow! SIowIy!
- Okay.
Just take me in.
You Iook at me.
- Look at me! - I'm sorry.
Look me in the fucking eye.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
You deserve to fuckin' die.
I know. I didn't mean to hurt her.
You deserve to die!
I'm so sorry.
I didn't mean to hurt your wife.
I'm sorry.
Don't throw your Iife away, kid. Okay?
I'm sorry.
Two men around back! Two on the front, now!
You're better than me, kid.
You're better than me.
You're better than me. You aIways were.
No!
No, I'm not.