Copshop (2021) - full transcript

[dramatic music]

[light whooshing]

[atmosphere ringing]

[rock thudding]

[wind howling]

[atmosphere rumbling]

[spray paint hissing]

[pleasant trumpet music]

[wind howling]

[insects buzzing]

[intense music]



[gun clicking]

[gun whooshing]

[exciting beat music]

[engine rumbling]

[police sirens alarming]
[tires screeching]

[car horn honking]

Oh, what's that?

What's what?

The box with the bow.

My daughter Sasha's
turning 21 in two days.

Clem's brother's got a
really good hookup resale

in Laughlin.

You got her a gun?

[Sergeant] I just told
you she's turning 21.



You got her a gun
from a roach coach.

So Clem's one-stop shop for
life shortening and shit?

Cheeseburgers, guns.

Does he deep fry bullets?

He might.

You can damn near deep
fry anything these days.

I never got a gun
when I turned 21.

I don't know what
you talking about.

How much you spend on
that Ruger, rookie?

Which is a single action weapon

from the ass end of the 1800s

and damn near useless in
a 21st century gunfight.

It's not the brush.

It's the artist.

[tires screeching]

[car horns honking]

[intense beat music]

[driver coughing]

[engine clanking]

[Driver] Fuck!

[ominous music]

- [Radio Dispatcher]
- Units are clear for 10-11.

Possible ABW.

Code five at Indian
Springs Casino.

Unit to clear?

- Shit.
- Three over 20,

responding in route.

Goddamn it!

Can't even fucking eat in peace.

[exciting funk music]

Can't even enjoy this meal!

[police sirens alarming] Shit!

[exciting funk music]

- [police siren alarming]
- This is a fucking mess.

[crowd shouting]

I'm gonna let you
finish that heart attack

and I'm gonna go
protect and serve.

[Sergeant] Be
right there, rookie.

I protect and serve
better on a full stomach.

Hey, break it up!

[crowd shouting]

Break it up!

Break it up, hey, hey!

Break it up, break it up!

[crowd shouting]
She's gonna drop that guy!

Hey, what kind of
wedding is this?

[women gasping]

[gunshot booming]
[people screaming]

Now which one of you wanna spend
the night in county lockup?

[police siren alarming]

That's what I thought.

[punch thudding]

Oh!

World star!

I did not mean to lean into
that, lady, I'm really sorry.

- Hands in the air!
- Get on the ground!

Which one of you
are gonna arrest me?

- Let's go!
- All right,

- somebody arrest me!
- Down, down!

[Male Officer] On the ground!

Get on the ground!

[Criminal] Will
one of you people

please fucking arrest me...
[taser buzzing]

[electrical buzzing]
[man groaning]

Oh!

Woo!

[crowd applauding]

You're under arrest.

[electrical buzzing]
[man groaning]

Oh my God.

[muffled beat music]

[ominous music]

[somber funk music]

[engine rumbling]

[entry bell ringing]

[Rookie] Kim!

Coming.

Well what do we have here?

Picked up a boy
toy for you, Kim.

[Kim] Aren't you
just the sweetest thing

on God' green at 4 A.M.

Look at this pretty blue purse.

[Criminal] Get me cell.

The only cell you're
getting is the one

you're spending the night in.

[faint radio chattering]
[ominous music]

[Kim] Lord, honey, what
happened to your eye?

This charming man.

[Kim] Hit a woman?

[ominous music]

Teddy, you're bleeding.

A lot.

Whoa, what the hell is this?

[Rookie] Bullet by, he got shot.

[Sergeant] Get him
downstairs, get him stitched up.

Maybe the boredom
will get him talking.

Damn, your momma
didn't love you at all.

[cop laughing] My God.

What the fuck?

[somber jazz music]

[people chatting]

[Barnes] I mean I know of.

I never watched, I
never watched that.

[phone buzzing]

Hey!

What the hell is going on?

Who's on intake?

Last week, you's bitching about
not getting enough overtime

and now here you are jawing away

like a bunch of
fucking old ladies!

Get back to work!

Sorry, Mitchell.

Sorry, Mitch, my ass.

Officer Huber!

Where the fuck are my
evidence inventories?

The ones I've been
asking for for two weeks.

I'm on it.

I'm on it.

I hate that fucking phrase.

I prefer get it fucking done!

Is there some kind
of goddamn inside bet

to raise my damn blood pressure

every fucking second
of every goddamn day?

[ominous music]

[Young Cop] Looks
like a cop car.

[Older Cop] Central
to state, 10, Ottis, 10.

[Young Cop] Shit load
of bullets everywhere.

10, Ottis, 10.

- [Young Cop]
- Windows are busted.

[Older Cop] 10, Ottis, 10.

Kim, get the fuck
out the damn bathroom!

Jesus Christ.

Got the bladder of
a fucking toddler.

This is 50, over.

We have an 11-55 up Area Road.

Found a Crown Vic
with a dash lamp.

I can't find it
registered anywhere.

Vehicle's also shot up.

Copy, 10, Ottis, 10.

Clarify shot up, please.

- Do you mean bullets...
- Hey, stop buddy!

- Stop!
- Yeah.

- Shoot, look out!
- [car smashing]

[tires screeching]

[horn honking]

What the fuck?

[Young Cop] What the fuck?

10, Ottis, 10,
is everything okay?

[man groan]

[man grunting]

Copy, 10, Ottis, 10.

This is 50, over.

- Bad fucker.
- [glass shattering]

What the fuck?

[man groaning]

[body thudding]

[Young Cop] Stay down!

Stay the fuck down!

[Older Cop] What the
fuck is wrong with you?

[Young Cop] He's
drunk off his ass.

- 10, Ottis, 10.
- Stand up!

[Mitchell] Is everything okay?

Doing a little drinking
tonight, asshole?

[drunk laughing]

You've been doing a
lot more than a little.

Damn.

[Mitchell] 10, Ottis,
10, is everything okay?

[car thudding]

[Older Cop] You almost
killed a state trooper,

you dumb fuck!

[Mitchell] Do you
need assistance?

10, Ottis, 10.

- Get him in there.
- Get in there.

[Older Cop] This
is 10, Ottis, 10.

Some goddamn drunk almost
run us down just now.

Can we process him
at your station?

Yeah, it's a slow
night, bring him down.

All right, 50, we're at 10-80.

Give us 30 minutes.

[Mitchell] All right now.

- Out.
- You all right?

Fucking overtime, my ass.

[ominous music]

You've got
fragmentation here, Teddy.

Someone trying to kill you?

Is that why you were trying
to get arrested tonight?

They got your ass
ice cold, Teddy.

You assaulted an officer,
that's aggravated battery.

That's mandatory
12 to 18 in county.

So I would take
advantage of my minuscule

amount of sympathy
for you getting shot

and talk.

[ominous music]

You know, I had this
boyfriend in high school.

Curtis Flores.

My father didn't care for him,

not that he liked
any of my boyfriends,

but he always said about Curtis,

"Honey,"

"that boy is never more than
a day ahead of the devil."

Curtis.

Curtis sounds like a gem.

Whatever happened to him?

He was stabbed and killed

in the parking lot
of an Applebee's.

He let the day get past him.

And the devil was right there.

[ominous music]

Hey, Sarge.

Hey.

We got an unmarked Crown Vic

full of bullet holes just found
abandoned by state troopers.

That meaning anything
to you, Teddy?

I want my phone call now.

[phone dial tone buzzing]

[Woman] Operator.

Name of the person
you're trying to reach.

- Lorraine Faith.
- Law enforcement officials...

- F-A-I-T-H.
- Appear no closer

to solving the brutal murder

of Nevada Attorney
General William Fenton,

who was found slain.

Some of the top police officers

and detectives on the case.

[Operator] Please hold.

Can't release any names.

As you know, we're
still gathering

as much information as possible,

but, rest assured, we will
continue to work very hard

to find the people responsible.

Thank you. [Dial tone buzzing]

Come on, fucking pick up.

- Hey, it's Lorraine.
- Fuck!

[Lorraine] I can't get
to the phone right now.

Leave a message at the beep.

[phone beeping]

Hey, listen, it's me again.

I need you to get the fuck
out of the house, okay?

Take Ryan and go
somewhere, go anywhere.

Do you understand me?

I sent you the combination,
check your texts.

Check your texts, nothing
is safe, nothing is safe.

[Rookie] Time's up, Teddy.

Nothing.

[keys jingling]

Okay.

[cuffs clinking]

You can let go.

I didn't get to her.

Damn.

[Teddy] Let me
just check my cell.

You know, how about
you just give me

the code to your cell?

I'll check it for you.

Got something to hide?

[Teddy] Just let
me check my phone.

Let me check my cell.

How's that gonna hurt you?

[foreboding music]

[door alarm buzzing]

[keys jingling]

[door alarm buzzing]

All right.

State law requires that we
keep our intoxicated guests

in separate quarters.

So you got the place
all to yourself.

[gate clanking]

Hands.

I didn't mean to
hit you so hard.

Aw, aren't you sweet.

Get comfortable, Teddy.

You're gonna be here awhile.

[drunk groaning]

Holy shit!

He smells like Satan's asshole.

- Am I home?
- Yeah, this dip shit

nearly killed us.

Bounced his car off
that abandoned Crown Vic

and put it in the ditch.

All right, well, I'll get
you a lovely night stay in here

on a stainless steel cot
[drunk groaning]

Any ID?

- None.
- Driver's license,

social security?

What the hell is this?

All right, John Doe it is.

What the hell is this?

[Drunk] It's...

My insulin.

[Young Cop] What is that?

Is he saying insulin?

[Drunk] I need a, I need a shot.

Talking about diabetes.

You're diabetic, aren't you?

Not every fat guy has diabetes.

Can I get a prisoner escort
down to processing, please?

How is that
workout coming along?

Oh yeah, I gave
up on the workouts.

[Older Cop] Make some
life decisions, man.

[Kim] Yeah, making the
decision not to work out.

[ominous music] [alarm buzzing]

[Rookie] Yeah.

- I know.
- Think he shit himself.

[door alarm buzzing]

No, no, no, no.

We're not in there,
we're not in there.

We're over here.

[Drunk] You guys stink of booze.

There you go.

- Yo, I got him.
- Hold him, Ruby.

[door clanking]

[keys clicking]

[Ruby] You okay?

You okay, big guy?

[Drunk] I'm okay.

All right.

[drunk thudding]

[officers laughing]

[Pena] The bunk
is to your right.

Come on, stop.

Stop.

- He just ate the floor.
- You see that shit?

[Pena] Hey, it never happened.

[Teddy] You got any food?

I'm famished.

Just loaf.

What the hell is loaf?

[Pena] If you're into dry
dog shit, it's delicious.

This just ain't
your night, Teddy.

[door alarm buzzing]

[door alarm buzzing]

[ominous music]

What are you in for?

What are you in for?

I sucker punched a cop.

No, that's not
what you're in for.

You're in for a
lot more than that.

[ominous music]

What'd you do?

Did what I had to do...

to get in here.

To get to you, Teddy.

[sinister music]

Now, it's important
you listen carefully.

- Don't have much time.
- Hey!

- Hey!
- Hey, Teddy.

Somebody!

- Hey!
- Listen to me.

914 Glenview Crest,
apartment number 16.

Who lives there?

A woman and a boy.
[door alarm buzzing]

What in the fuck are
you guys going on about?

[door creaking]

Shut the fuck up!

I just want my food,
man, I want my food.

You shouldn't eat
loaf after midnight.

That shit will give
you nightmares!

The big black kind.

Get me a hot dog.

Please.

Shut the fuck up!

You guys keep fucking with me,

I'm gonna bring the hose in
on both of y'all bitch asses!

[Drunk] Sorry.

[electronic beeping]
[door alarm buzzing]

[door thudding]

[drunk whistling]

What do they want?

You know what they want.

Can we make a deal?

Listen, Teddy.

I don't want you to think
that you can save yourself

because you obviously can.

But there are other
considerations.

Like my ex, is that what
you're talking about, my ex?

Like I give a shit.

The kid ain't even mine, man.

[foreboding music]

All right.

What guarantees you
give me to spare her?

Huh?

Guarantees I'm
gonna give, Teddy.

You know how this goes.

All right, it's up to
you where I go next.

You can't do shit
to me in here, pal.

[Teddy chuckling]

You know what, actually, you
can't do a fucking thing.

[somber music]

Okay.

What okay?

What's that?

What okay?

It is what it is, Teddy.

[ominous music]

What do you mean,
it is what it is?

My ex and my kid.

They alive?

[foreboding music]

[Mitchell] Officer Huber!

You on a play date or something?

Where the fuck are my
evidence inventories?

[eerie music]

[suspenseful beat music]

[machine beeping]

[door clanking]

[keys jingling]

[ominous music]

[doorknob clattering]

[keys jingling]

[intense music]

There he is.

Keeping you in the cage.

[Huber chuckling]

You finally getting those
inventories straightened out?

I'm trying.

Fucking Mitchell wants
everything letter perfect.

Yeah, it's a pain in my ass.

Yeah, I bet.

Are you good otherwise?

Otherwise, what?

I'm worried about you, man.

Grown-ass fucking men

don't worry about other
grown-ass fucking men, Barnes.

I'm fine, I'm just...

I'm tired of
Mitchell's bullshit.

Yeah, I feel you.

He wouldn't do it if
he didn't love you.

[Huber chuckling]

Right.

Look,

you don't have to tell me but

if you ever need to talk,
chat, shoot the shit,

- whatever.
- I'm good, man,

but you don't have
to worry about me.

[Barnes] Okay.

I'm good.

[News Anchor] Law enforcement
officials appear no closer

to solving the brutal murder

of Nevada Attorney
General William Fenton

who was found slain.

We will continue to work both
at the local and state level

to bring the person
or persons responsible

for these senseless
murders to justice.

Yeah, first 48, turn
to 72, turn to 96.

It's embarrassing.

Makes only the Attorney
General of Nevada.

This fucking guy, Murretto,

has been busted more times
than I've made busts.

22 arrests and no charges.

How does that happen?

- [gun cranking]
- There it is.

What are you doing?

I'm working on
my rodent roulette.

- Rodent roulette.
- [gun cranking]

Yeah, see, in Indiana we
used a pistol on everything.

Squirrels, rabbits.

So my dad came up
with this thing.

You take one round, drop
it in the wheel, spin it.

It's gotta land
on that cylinder.

[gun clicking]

Squirrel shooting.

And were you any good?

Did you get any squirrels?

[Pena] I never did, my dad did.

Hmm.

So you were a failure in
the eyes of your father?

That tracks.

That's cool.

See, you're all cocky now

because you got that
fancy Blackhawk.

You didn't think I noticed that?

Oh, I'm surprised you noticed it

sitting all comfy,
cozy on my hip.

I'll quick draw you for it.

My Redhawk [gun clicking]

races your Blackhawk.
[gun clicking]

I got 30 seconds.

[computer beeping]

Don't let the Sarge see
us dicking around okay?

[Pena] Wanna do this?

- Oh yeah.
- Today?

- [dramatic music]
- [Valerie] All right.

You ready, gunslinger?

It's your move, cowgirl.

[dramatic music]

[guns clicking]

- Ah!
- Ah!

[Valerie laughing]

[gun clicking]

Officer down.

Officer down.

You know what, speed kills.

Oh, I can put my
scrubby fingers on it?

- Every time.
- [printer buzzing]

Get quicker, man.

Let Pop see me,
he'd be disappointed.

[gun cranking]

[somber music]

I know who you are, pal.

I've heard all about you.

Legendary Bob Viddick.

Some chilling shit
floating around about you.

Some poor bastard in Tampa.

You cut off his arm
with a carving knife

and then you beat him to death
with that same arm, right?

It was his leg.

[eerie music]

I've heard about you too, Teddy.

Say you're very effective.

How you're not dead a
dozen different ways by now

is a cross between a fluke
and a fucking miracle.

More magic trick
than anything, really.

Mind over matter.

I get people what they want.

And take more than you need.

Yeah.

Hey,

what do you say we
cut all the bullshit?

You wanna live.

That'd be nice.

Right, and you still
think that's possible

because you haven't
been paying attention.

So you try to buy your way out.

Let's make a deal, man,
I got a lot of money.

You mean the money
you stole from them?

What we fail to
understand, Teddy,

is it's not about
the money anymore.

There's no play here,
Teddy, no deal to be made.

It's a simple choice.

It's never simple.

[Bob chuckling]

Are you a fucking idiot?

It is that simple.

[watch beeping]

I'm running out of time, Teddy.

So they're running out of time.

[ominous music]

Huber!

This is fucking bullshit!

Will somebody get fucking
Huber up here, please?

[somber jazz music]

[Valerie knocking]

Oh, I'm sorry.

Are you Huber?

You have an open door policy.

I also have a no
pain in the ass policy,

but you don't seem to pay
any attention to that.

22 arrests, zero convictions.

Who?

Our mystery man, Teddy Murretto.

Have we impounded that
abandoned Crown Vic yet?

Yeah, I just sent
Ruby and Barnes

out to meet the
tow truck driver.

Did you read the
state trooper's report?

Why in the hell would I read
the state trooper's report

when I'm buried in
evidence inventories

that don't make
any goddamn sense?

Will somebody please
get Huber up here now?

You know, you have a phone.

There was a cherry light and
a siren mount on the dash.

Okay?

So here's my theory.

Teddy either stole
that unmarked off a cop

or he's impersonating a cop.

He's a fucking
total bullshitter.

Wait him out because we
can hold him indefinitely.

Yeah.

Huber!

If you are within the
sound of my goddamn voice,

get your big ass up here!

Don't make me come
looking for you!

This motherfucker gonna make
me come looking for him.

[toilet flushing]
[ominous music]

Hub!

Huber, you in here?

Shit.

Don't have time for
this fucking shit.

Anybody have eyes on Huber?

Kim, you see him,

tell him to get his ass
in my office right now!

[ominous music]

Listen to me, this
is harassment, okay?

I'm doing everything that I can.

I've probably gotten about

a key and a half
out of evidence.

Do you have any fucking
idea what that entails?

What could happen to me if I...

I know I owe you.

Yes.

[Huber gasping]

[eerie music]

What do I need to do?

[water spraying]

[watch beeping]

[man farting]

[man groaning]

[man sniffling]

[man huffing]

Fucking.

[man vomiting]

Fuck Fireball, dude.

This fucking hangover's gonna
be a motherfucking bitch

if I don't get some
aspirin here too.

[urination trickling]

Aspirin is bad for your liver.

Cool dude, thanks.

You a fucking doctor?

Yup.

Got my degree from the
University of Common Sense.

[urination trickling]

Huh?

Yeah, I didn't think
you studied there.

[ominous music]

Huh?

I'm getting a sinking
suspicion that "huh"

is the word that
best describes you.

I'm getting a
fucking suspicion...

[toilet flushing]
Fucking, fuck you, dude.

[watch beeping]

What do you got there?

[Bob shushing]

[ominous music]

Just a minute.

[gas hissing]

[Kim sniffing]

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

[sinister music]

- [watch alarm beeping]
- Are you fucking

setting an alarm to remind
you to get your ass kicked?

I wouldn't poke the bear, pal.

Huh?

Oh, there it is again.

What?

Oh, that's good, change it up.

"Huh? What?"

Keep 'em guessing.

- [man laughing]
- Dude.

Don't make me fuck you up
in her, all right, man?

You look like a fucking stepdad.

I will slap the shit out of you.

You're looking at
a real one, son.

I don't give a shit!

You feel me?

[alarm beeping]

[punch thudding] [intense music]

I felt that.

Hey!

[bars banging]

Help!

Hey, somebody help!
[punch thudding]

Hey!

Help!

[man gagging]

Hey!

- Help!
- Hey!

Hey, help!

Hey, somebody!

He's having a seizer!

- False alarm, guys.
- [alarm ringing]

I got something that caught fire

in one of these evidence bins.

And can someone please bring me

a fucking fire
extinguisher up here?

[Valerie] We're on it.

- [alarm ringing]
- Jesus Christ, that's loud.

What the fuck is happening?

Where you been, Huber?

Sarge looking for you.

His voice carries.

[alarm ringing]

Hey, who's this?

That's the douche bag that
clocked Young at the casino.

[Huber chuckling]

Is he still down in holding?

- Help!
- Oh my God!

Somebody come and help this man!

He's gonna die!

[Bob laughing]

Situation in holding!

Get your ass down
to holding now!

[Bob and Teddy shouting]
[door lock beeping]

He's gonna die!

[Teddy shouting]

He's gonna die!

He's foaming at the mouth.

- It's not a seizure!
- It's like he's got rabies!

He did it!

He did it, he did it!

Oh my gosh!

Don't go in there!

[Bob] He's not gonna
make it, please help him!

What the fuck happened?

Watch your back!

Prisoner who doesn't
appear to be breathing.

Hey, watch your back!

Oh no!

[stick crunching]
[Mitchell groaning]

[alarm ringing]

[sinister music]

[gunshots booming]

[Teddy screaming]

Oh, shit!

Shit!

We got shots fired,
we got shots fired!

Help!

Help, he's trying
to fucking kill me!

Somebody!

[gun clicking]

[alarm ringing]

You seem to have sobered up.

I'm gonna need you
to drop that gun

and lower yourself as flat as
a board to the floor for me.

[alarm ringing]

You're shaking.

Yeah, I'm nervous.

It's amazing I haven't
blown your fucking head off.

You assaulted my sergeant
and are attempting an escape.

There's not a jury in Nevada
that will blah, blah, blah.

Drop

that

fucking gun!

Now!

[alarm muting]

[sinister music]

[Bob chuckling]

All right.

[door alarm buzzing]

[gun clanking]

What the hell happened?

We need an ambul in here now.

Check Sarge.

[Pena] Was he shot?

No but he was attacked.

And get the other guy
up to infirmary now.

He's having trouble breathing.

- Oh shit.
- Laceration to the head.

Give me a right wrist.

Anything I can do
to help, officer?

- Yeah, shut the fuck up.
- [handcuff cranking]

[Teddy] I'll be right
here if you need anything.

[Valerie] Move!

What the fuck are you
looking at him for?

[Pena] Val, you good?

Yeah.

Cuff it right
there, to your left.

[man grunting]

[handcuff cranking]

Show me.

- Wanna check 'em?
- [door lock buzzing]

Sit down.

Sarge, sit up.

[Mitchell groaning] All right.

Look at me.

All right, I think you
dislocated your jaw.

I'm gonna have to reset it.

I'm gonna stick my
thumbs in your mouth.

One.

Two, three.

[jaw cracking]
[Mitchell yelping]

Okay.

Let's get up.

Let's get up.

[ominous music]

All right, get to the infirmary.

[gate clanking]

[door lock buzzing]

- Get the goddamn door.
- That's what I'm doing!

[Pena groaning]

Here we go.

All right, all right.

This guy's been like fucking...

Get him up, up, up to there!

[Pena groaning]

All right, Sarge, I got you.

Sit her.

[Mitchell groaning]

- Kimble!
- Huber!

[Pena] What's with the

- fucking ambulance!
- Help Sarge!

[Kim] Give me a sec,
I'm checking on it.

This guy's bleeding
like a fucking geyser.

[Huber] You're all right, Sarge.

[Valerie] I think his
windpipe is crushed.

What do you mean it's crushed?

What're you doing?

[Valerie] I'm gonna
have to open up his airway

so he can breathe.

No, let's wait on the ambul.

[Valerie] Wait on the ambulance?

Hey, buddy, buddy,
it's gonna be all right.

Just calm down, just calm down.

It's okay.

Hey, let's just
wait for the doctor.

All right, I did this in army
medical before on a cadaver.

On a fucking cadaver?

Was it a cadaver
before you started?

Are you fucking kidding me?

I'm nervous, I make bad
jokes when I'm nervous.

Well refrain, all
right, let me focus.

[man gurgling]

Wait, aren't you left-handed?

- Shut the fuck up!
- Fuck yeah,

you're left-handed!

Fuck, just wait, are you sure?

Let's just wait
on the ambulance.

[man gagging] Oh gosh.

[man gurgling]

[blood squelching]

Okay.

Oh.

All right.

[blood squelching]

[liquid bubbling]

Want me to steady that?

Yeah.

Oh, he's breathing.

Is he breathing?

Hey, we did...

We did it.

That's how you...

All right.

[Pena] That was fucking badass.

Keep an eye on him.

That was fucking
badass, seriously.

[ominous music]

Hey.

This is Huber.

I was told to call you.

Yeah.

Yes.

[foreboding music]

Kim?

[suspenseful tempo music]

[computer keys clicking]

[computer beeping]

Fuck.

[Kim] Ah-ooo-gah!

Jesus fuck, Kimble!

[Kimble laughing] Don't do that.

Motherfucker, what
are you in my biz for?

How long does it take for.

IAFIS to turn around
prints, usually?

They don't prioritize DUIs.

What does that mean?

It's gonna take awhile.

What's got you so curious?

Curiosity.

[door lock buzzing]

[somber drum music]

Let's you and me
talk, man to man.

Never more than a day
ahead of the devil, huh?

[Valerie chuckling]

Tell me, Teddy.

[Teddy] Tell you what?

Tell me why Mr. Meryl
Streep, back there,

faked a DUI to get
into this station

for a shot at killing you.

I don't know.

Why don't you ask him?

Bob Viddick.

Why are you trying to kill him?

What do you care?

You don't even like him.

[Teddy laughing]

Why is he trying
to kill you, Teddy?

Okay.

Let's do this.

You can tell me everything,

and I mean every
last fucking thing,

or option two, you can
keep smart-assing me,

shrugging off my questions with

that stupid fucking
look on your face,

and I'll put you and your pal
in the same cell together.

You're not gonna do that.

[keys jingling]

Let's not be ridiculous.

Seriously.

You can't do it.

You're not allowed
to do it, remember?

Stop fucking around.

I'm as far away
from fucking around

as you can possibly get!

You still drunk?

Sober as a judge.

Hmm.

You gonna fuck with me?

Nope.

Not you.

Problem solved.

Look, this is way
beyond anything you want

to get involved with, lady.

- You don't fucking understand.
- No, you don't understand

how incredibly
fucking bored I am.

Okay.

Fuck it.

You want to know?

I'll tell you.

[upbeat jazz music]

All right, what I
do, my profession.

I put people together,

high profile people,
like-minded, shared interests.

Movers and shakers kind of shit.

Cops, politicians,
entrepreneurs, heads of state.

I handled them all.

Call it high-end consultancy.

You're a fixer.

No, I hate that fucking
term, I don't fix.

I manufacturing opportunities.

She doesn't have
to get hurt, Teddy.

What he knows,

you don't need to know.

I'm all ears.

[somber jazz music]

You read the papers?

That's mostly what I do here.

So you know about the
Nevada attorney general

that was murdered
last week, Fenton?

[door knocking]

[Woman] Bill, motion's done.

[Teddy] Now, the
people I work for,

they got their hooks
into everything.

[Woman] Just need you
to sign it so I can file.

[Teddy] And when I say
everything in the state of Nevada,

[woman screaming]
I'm talking about

the gaming industry.

[ominous music]
[woman screaming]

[Woman] Oh my God!

That is the summit from which
everything else flows forth.

Now my job is simple.

I keep them talking,
I keep them happy.

This guy, Fenton, ah,

he was a crusader.

So you tried to buy him off.

[Teddy] Multiple times.

And he wasn't biting.

Not even a nibble.

But when they clipped Fenton,
walls came crumbling down.

He recorded everything
I said with him

and he used that as
leverage to get me to roll.

Teddy, you're about
to purger yourself

with people that will butcher
your entire fucking bloodline!

If you don't come clean,

I can't help you.

[somber jazz music]

The feds offered me a deal.

I took the deal.

What kind of deal?

Reciprocal.

I'm invisible, that's
what I'm gonna...

Get people to turn.

What do you mean, what the
fuck am I talking about?

I got the heat all over me.

High level people with
their hands in the mix.

Listen to me, don't bust my
balls on this, all right?

And then one night, I
almost got accidented.

[engine rumbling]

[explosion booming]

What does that mean?

[Teddy screaming]

[Teddy] They almost
blew me the fuck up.

[exciting funk music]
[Teddy gasping]

[Teddy screaming]

So I had to go underground.

Disappear.

Why don't you tell her
about the money, Teddy?

I haven't heard you
mention the money once.

What money?

Go on, Teddy, now
that we're all sharing.

Tell her about the
millions you siphoned off

and stashed away somewhere.

The feds knew about the money.

Bullshit.

[Teddy] It's not bullshit.

Lady, this guy will
roll in your fucking guts

given the opportunity.

I'll take my chances.

Hard chargers get charged hard.

What does that mean?

You don't know?

It means, if you push too much

then you get pushed back hard.

But that doesn't sound as cool.

But it's meant to be helpful.

What the fuck do you
think I said it for?

Okay, well, all
right, thank you.

Thank you.

All right.

Take me through
the last 24 hours.

The gunshot wound,

the Crown Vic,

et cetera.

All of it.

[somber jazz music]

[Teddy] A pair of Vegas'
finest drove me out of town to,

quote, "deliver me
to the FBI," unquote.

It was bullshit.

These cops are bent.

I had a date with a
hole in the desert.

Thank God the feds
were shadowing me

or I'd been totally fucked.

[tires screeching]

[Man] FBI!

[Teddy] Hey! Hey!

- [Agent] Drop your weapons!
- [gunshots popping]

- [Teddy] Goddamn it!
- [gunshots popping]

[Teddy thudding]

[gunshots popping]

[agent yelping]

Oh, what the fuck?

[gunshots booming]
[men shouting]

[Agent] Stop him!

[gunshots booming]

[glass clinking]

[gunshot booming]

[engine rumbling]

Fuck!

[gunshot booming]

[glass shattering]

[exciting rock music]

Teddy Murretto does
not die, motherfucker!

[Valerie] This is
Young, down in holding.

Kim, you around?

Right here, sugar.

[Valerie] Are Barnes
and Ruby still off site?

Uh.

They're on their way
back with a tow truck.

All right, have the tow
truck continue on here

but ask Barnes and Ruby
if they can reroute

to the old Nomad
Motel out on Route 95,

just north of Lee Canyon.

Possible crime scene,
multiple shooting victims.

[Kim] There hasn't
been a call out.

I know, just have them
radio once they're on scene.

[ominous music]

It's gonna be all right, Sarge.

We're going to take
care of everything.

[door buzzing]

How you feeling, Sarge?

All right.

He good?

Yeah, yeah, he's
still breathing.

Is that ambulance
coming from Reno?

They're fucking taking forever.

I'll ask Kimble
to call them again.

Don't let him fall asleep.

[Huber] I got him.

[ominous music]

Six, Charles, 12,
this is central.

[Barnes] It's Barnes.

Barnes, give me one second,

I got Young coming up right now.

[Valerie] Kim?

[Kim] I got Barnes at the motel.

All right, I need you to
find that ambul for me, please.

Got it.

Barnes.

Yeah, Young, what're we
supposed to be seeing out here?

Any signs of a shootout?

Shell casings, blood spatter,

drag marks.

Need an update on
ambulance, please.

[Barnes] No, nothing.

All right, thanks.

About 10 minutes
on that ambulance.

Bad accident on
the 15, southbound.

Backed up traffic.

Okay, can you do me a
favor and run a name for me?

Bob, or Robert, Viddick.

Try spelling variations
on that last name.

Who is he?

I think he might be
our John Doe downstairs.

Have the scans sent
back from my office?

No, not yet.

Huber already asked.

[ominous music]

About what?

The prints, John Doe.

Why the fuck is Huber
asking about that?

Can I ask you a
personal question, Teddy?

[Teddy] I don't see why not.

You had it all.

They took good care
of you, didn't they?

Money, women, whatever.

Why in the hell would
you give that up?

You could've kept going.

You know, they would've
never let you go down.

You'd never see the
inside of a courtroom

or that cell.

You should've just kept going.

I don't do shoulda,
woulda, coulda.

No, you just light your
entire fucking life on fire,

run as fast as you can, hoping
that'll put out the flames.

You know what you've never been?

Not once.

Tell me, Teddy.

You never been forced
down a fucking rabbit hole,

making life and
death decisions, Bob.

I do that every fucking day,

- Teddy.
- No, you don't.

Those aren't decisions,
those directives.

Kill this guy, kill that guy.

Wipe out that family,
fucking vanish another one.

You're a psychopath,
Bob, plain and simple.

I'm not a psychopath, Teddy.

I'm a professional.

And there's a difference?

You'll know it when you see it.

[Valerie] What about
this other guy, Viddick?

I'm not familiar with him.

Probably a cut-out.

Notched.

Mob mostly contracts
third party participants

for heavy lifting like this.

These are distinctly
bad people, officer.

So the quicker we can get
Murretto moved, the better.

We found the bodies of his
ex-wife and son last night,

floating in a runoff
slew near Lake Mead.

Shit.

Listen, Teddy Murretto
has made more enemies

than I can count.

So,

what did he tell you
about this little

daring escape he pulled off?

[Valerie] Said a
pair of crooked cops

got ambushed by the feds and
touched off a big gunfight.

Have you turned up
anything on that?

No.

[ominous music]

Not a thing.

Thank you.

[men grunting]

[Goon] That's it.

Yeah.

All right.

[sinister music]

[dial beeping]

[dial tone buzzing]

Yeah, we got a
big fucking problem.

[water splashing]

We got a cop in Gun Creek asking
too many fucking questions.

[door lock buzzing]

My kid okay?

You get in contact with my ex?

I talked to a
detective at Vegas PD

and they're gonna send a
car and do a wellness check.

I'm sure everything's fine.

Let me check my cellphone.

You can't check

- your cellphone, Teddy.
- Let me just check it.

- Let me check it.
- I'm sorry.

She's got information from me

that could put her
in danger, okay.

- When Vegas PD...
- She's probably trying...

- Reaches back out...
- Text me or call me,

- she doesn't know what to do.
- I'll let you know.

I'll let you know.

[sinister music]

[door lock buzzing]

Robert K. Viddick.

Known associates.

What do we have here?

[muffled funk music]

Well don't these guys look like
a bunch of fucking assholes.

[eerie music]

[man whistling tune]

[foreboding music]

Anthony Lamb. [Doorbell ringing]

What kind of jerk
off name is that?

Manslaughter, assault with
a deadly weapon, battery.

[eerie music]

[bell ringing]

I have birthday
balloon bouquet for.

Officer Huber.

You look just like this
fucking ass bag down here.

[Anthony] Oh, come on, now.

You're kidding.

No, you gotta check this out.

- Look at this.
- What?

You look just like him.

The resemblance is
fucking uncanny.

Now what are the odds?

[gunshot popping]

[Kim clattering]

Oh!

Hold on there, buddy.

Hold steady now.

Oh, the boat's a rockin'.

Oh, I'd love to know what's
going through your mind.

[glass shattering]

[doorbell ringing]

[Blonde EMT] Sorry,
guy, traffic was a bitch.

[Brunette EMT] What do we got?

Thank God you're here,
he took quite a spill.

He's right back here.

[Blonde EMT] Holy shit.

[Brunette EMT] Check vitals.

[Blonde EMT] I got no pulse.

[Brunette EMT] You say...

You say he fell?

Yeah.

Yeah, well, to clarify,

I shot him in the head and
then he took a little tumble.

[gunshots popping]

[eerie music]

Woo.

Dang.

What?

Are you?

Is that your blood
right on my head,

where I shot you on your head?

Imagine that.

Anthony J. Lamb,

you gotta buy yourself
a lottery ticket today.

Oh, I hope they're
power balling.

[Anthony sighing]
[ominous music]

Kimble!

Where the fuck's
that ambul, man?

Oh, shit.

What the fuck?

Hey, who the fuck are you?

Hey, hey, I'm
calling for help, man!

[Pena] Easy, easy, easy!

Goddamn!

What the fuck happened?

I'm just the balloon man, man.

I'm calling for help, buddy.
[gunshot booming]

[eerie music]

Goddamn, son.

Didn't you?

What is the first
rule of policing, huh?

Beware the unusual element.

And in this scenario, I
believe that it is me.

Officer, well, officer
formerly known as...

Pena.

Pena. [Anthony chuckling]

- Get down, motherfucker!
- [ominous music]

Flat as a board!

Get... [rapid gunfire popping]

What the fuck was that?

[intense music]

[gunshot popping]

I used to be a much better man.

[sinister music]

[man gurgling]

[gunshots booming]

[intense music]

[gunshots booming]

[sparks fizzling]

[door thudding]

What the fuck was that?

[Bob sighing]

[metal clanking]

[buttons beeping]

[rapid gunfire popping]

[glass clinking]

[buttons beeping]

[rapid gunfire popping]

No shit now.

[rapid gunfire popping]

[gun cranking]

[dramatic music]

[buttons beeping]

[bullets clinking]

[rapid gunfire popping]

[electronic beeping]

[glass shattering]

Hola!

[gun clicking]

Well, that fucking blew.

[gunshots booming]

[rapid gunfire popping]

[metal popping]

How bad is it?

You happen to hear
all that gunfire?

Are you a fucking idiot, Teddy?

That question persists.

I ain't talking
about the gunfire.

Fuck me.

[Valerie groaning]

Oh, fuck.

You gotta be
fucking shitting me.

[Valerie sighing]

Guy was firing what looked like

a snug-barreled submachine gun.

Those use nine millimeter ammo.

This bullet in my stomach

is a 44 caliber...

rico.

What does that mean?

Ricochet.

It means she shot herself.

It means I fucking shot myself.

Yeah,

it's me.

Come let me out
of the cell, okay?

You don't know what's
going on up there

and you are wounded bad.

You're gonna bleed out.

Young, you know me.

This is Young.

I'm trapped down here in
holding with two detainees

and I've been shot
in the abdomen.

[ominous music]

Pena and Kimble
have been killed.

Be aware.

We have an armed
assailant on site.

He is outside the cell
block at present, over.

[eerie music]

[glass scraping]

Damn.

[Teddy] Young, you
don't have much time.

You're bleeding out.

Get me out of this cell,
come on, I can help you.

You have no idea what's
going on up there.

You ware wounded badly.
[Young banging]

Get me the fuck out of here.
[metal clanking]

[Young sighing]

[Valerie] Ouch.

[gun cranking]

[gunshots popping]

[Anthony yelping]

Damn.

Now that does appear
to be bulletproof.

[Valerie huffing]

Goddamn!

Woo!

[Anthony laughing]

Anthony Lamb.

Is that big, bad Bob Viddick?

Sideshow Bob, what the fuck
are you doing in there?

You know this whack job?

Yeah, he's...

Young miss law-and-order,

how about you open his door,
we wrap this up real quick

and I get the hell out
your hair toot sweet, huh?

Theodore Murretto.

I'll be a fucking
monkey's uncle.

Look at you in there.

One of male grooming's
greatest misfires,

the man bun.

You look like Tom Cruise
in that Samurai picture

that nobody watched.

Goddamn.

Bob, what's happening in there?

Yeah, hey, Anthony?

You know what, Bob, I'm sorry,

I'm going by the more friendly
and less formal, Tony,

these days, I know
it's been a minute.

Hey, Anthony, I'm gonna need you

to clear off this contract.

Oh, no can do, Bob.

This contract is free fire,

as there are competing parties
for on Theodore Murretto.

[Bob] Hey, Anthony.

You know, I'm not
responding to that name.

Anthony?

Yeah, I'm not responding
to that fucking name, Bob.

You heard me!

Doesn't Joe Tatino in Chicago

have a $65,000
sticker on your head?

He does indeed, Bob.

And all he's gotten back are
the heads of the assholes

he's sent to collect mine.

Clear off my
contract now, Anthony,

or as God as my witness,

I'm gonna cut off your
fucking head, put it in a bag

and drive it to
Chicago, I shit you not!

Meow!

Is that the gauntlet you've
thrown down there, Bob?

Are we gonna duel to the death?

[ominous music]

[Anthony huffing]

Well if so,

I've foreseen some
terrible things for you

in the not too
distant future, Bob.

I drew you a dick.

It just got weird.

Well, it's gonna get weirder.

You like this action, Murretto?

Murretto?

I'm coming in there
whether you like it or not.

[Anthony growling]

Now you see the difference?

That is a psychopath.

[sinister tempo music]

10-13.

This is Officer Valerie Young.

I am gravely wounded in the
subfloor detention block

at the Gun Creek City
police headquarters.

Copy.

Can anyone hear me?

10-13.

Officer in dire
medical need, over.

[sinister music]

[radio buzzing]

Fuck! [Radio clanking]

You're gonna run out
of time yet, Young.

You're gonna die.

Teddy doesn't care
if you live or die.

Right, and you do.

Don't listen to him.

Trust me.

[Bob] I don't care what

- that fucking idiot says.
- Let me help you.

- Don't fucking do it.
- Both of you,

shut the fuck up!

God, shut up.

Fuck.

[door knocking]

[Huber] Valerie?

[door knocking]

Valerie?

Are you there?

It's Huber.

Huber, you've got an
armed man out there.

Watch your back.

I'm shot.

Both detainees are secure.

[Huber] Suspect fled the scene.

It's over.

[electronic beeping]

Passcode isn't working.

Did you change it?

Yeah.

[Huber] Well, tell me what it is

so I can get in
there and help you.

Where's Mitchell?

[Huber] They're
all dead, Valerie.

[ominous music]

I'm sorry.

Son of a bitch murdered
every last man.

Where are you shot?

Didn't you hear
my call out earlier?

No, I wasn't near my radio.

[ominous music]

Valerie!

[Valerie] Huber.

Why were you interested
in those IAFIS scans?

[Huber] What's that?

Kimble said you asked about
the IAFIS scans for our DUI.

[Huber] You know, I...

I just had a really bad
feeling about that guy.

Which guy?

[Huber] Viddick.

The DUI.

He was processed as John Doe.

Where'd you get
the name Viddick?

[ominous music]

Where's the man who killed
your fellow officers, Huber?

Is he whispering in your ear?

[Huber] He don't care about us.

All we have to do is stand
down and give him Murretto.

We've already lost three cops.

I can't even think about
losing another one, okay?

You're a piece of shit,
Huber, and a horrible cop.

I never liked you and
Sarge couldn't stand you.

[Huber chuckling]

Well, you know what, Valerie?

Sarge doesn't have to
worry about me anymore

and you're not gonna
have to worry either,

if you keep up this
Alamo bullshit!

You already got a bullet
in your belly, hun.

You want another
one in your brain?

I'd like you to
try, motherfucker.

I'd like you to get on in here
and get that bullet there.

You wanna do that for me?

Oh yeah, we are.

We're gonna come in there,
you stupid fucking bitch!

You hear me?

We're getting in there!

[sinister music]

And Teddy's dead.

♪ That's what I said

♪ Oh

♪ Let the man rap a plan
said he'd see him home ♪

♪ But his hope was a rope
and he should've known ♪

♪ I'm about to make you him

♪ Ripped him up and abuse him

♪ Another flunky's paying

♪ You fucked with
the wrong man ♪

♪ Oh, a terrible blow
but that's how it go ♪

♪ Teddy on the corner now

♪ And it gonna be
a flunky while ♪

♪ Remember Teddy dead

♪ Oh

♪ That's what I said

Actually, he's got
a pretty nice voice.

[ominous music]

[Huber] This is it.

[Anthony] Can't we access
it through these ducts?

[Huber] It's 12
inches in diameter.

It's way too narrow.

[Anthony] How about
we break down that door?

[Huber] Nah.

This thing's like the
side of a fucking tank.

It's an armory style door.

Never get in.

That's why I think,

we bust in through this wall.

Come in through the locker room.

This is Murretto's
cell, right here.

I mean, it's a thick
son of a bitch.

Probably a foot
of solid concrete.

Well,

let's bang some rock.

What do you think
they're doing out there?

Finding a way in.

When they do get in,

they'll kill you first.

I would tell you to
barter with them,

but Lamb will just lie, then
strip the skin off your bones

once you give him what he wants.

All you had to do

was just let me blow
Murretto's head off

when I had the chance.

Then you wouldn't
be sitting there

with a bullet in your side,
praying for a fucking miracle.

Bullets before prayers.

Is that a poem?

Bullets before prayers.

My great-grandfather
had that scrawled

on his Stahlhelm
helmet in World War II.

Stahlhelm?

Isn't that a German army helmet?

Your great-grandfather
was a Nazi?

But you're...

Black?

Black.

Nazis were in North
Africa in the 1940s.

Just a little trivia to
take from this circumstance.

Like most Germans, at
the time he had to fight,

they were being overrun,
he didn't have a choice.

Yeah, deja vu.

Wait, what?

Deja vu.

That's not deja vu, dummy.

Yes it is.

No, it's not.

Deja vu is when you experience

the exact same
thing a second time.

Or the sensation that you have.

Why you taking his side?

How the fuck am
I taking his side?

You said that your
great-grandfather had a fight,

that he was overrun
and he had no choice.

Like me, sitting right here.

Deja vu.

Okay, whatever.

You win.

Anybody else feel cold?

Hey, look at me!

Young, don't close your eyes.

Throw me the keys.

Throw me the keys.

You're better off bleeding
to death, sitting there.

Do not give him the keys!

You gonna listen to
that contract killer

or are you gonna listen to me?

Are you fucking kidding?

He's a mob flunky conman.

Who would you
rather have fighting

for your life right now, Val?

Not you.

Never you.

Why, because I'm the bad guy?

[wall thudding]

[sinister music]

Shit.

[concrete thudding]

Here they come.

[ominous tempo music]

[hammer clanking]

[Huber grunting]

[Huber huffing]

Hey, asshole!

You gonna help me

or you just gonna sit
there eating that shit?

We's got but the one
hammer there, hoss.

Yeah, I get that.

But I thought that maybe
we could switch, you know?

Trade off.

Oh, come on, man, I already
killed four people tonight.

Including two of your coworkers.

I am bushed.

I killed my fucking
sergeant tonight.

And an innocent civilian.

Yeah, well.

You in the cop business.

So that makes you a murderer.

But I'm in the murder business,

so that just makes me a laborer.

You see how that works?

You're fucking crazy.

And also, on top of it,
not to beat a dead horse,

but you could use some
physical activity.

Oh, motherfucker.

Come on, man, I kinda
mean your wife likes you

sliding all up on top of her,

looking like a big old
Hot Pocket with a hard-on.

I mean, look, don't you wanna
look like that one time?

Fucking Chris Hemsworth
enjoys a beach day

with his wife, Elsa Pataky.

Just one time in your life,
don't you wanna look like Thor?

Of course you do.

It's only gonna
happen with hard work

and a swinging of
the mighty hammer.

So carry on, my Norseman.

Come on, Thor! [Hammer thudding]

I think we're out
of prayers, Young.

[wall thudding]

I don't want to
see you bleed out

and I don't want to see anybody

take the skin off your bones.

[wall thudding]

I just wanna get the
fuck out of here.

Young, you wanna see
your way through this?

Don't listen to him.

Throw me the fucking keys.

[wall thudding]

Think he's gonna make
it through these guys,

and if he does, you think
you're gonna see him again?

[wall thudding]

[keys clinking]

[ominous music]

Oh, you gotta be
fucking kidding me.

All that blood loss has
made you loopy, lady.

[Valerie] I don't wanna
die in here if I can help it.

And I'm trusting you, Teddy.

Do as you say and help
me and not run from this.

All Teddy does is run!

He was running from
me, he ran to you.

How do you think he got in here?

He sucker punched a cop, you!

[ominous music]

I got that last week.

Fuck.

I want it back.

[Bob] Oh, you
just fucked us both.

In the kitchen, next
to the intake lobby,

there's a trauma kit
above the fridge.

[Bob] He's a fucking
opportunist, that's all he is.

Please bring that back here.

I won't make it
otherwise, Teddy.

Ask Officer Young where your
ex wife and son are, Teddy.

[sinister music]

You said you sent out
a unit to check on them.

Did that unit ever
arrive, Officer Young?

Are Teddy's family all
wrapped away, safe and sound?

Young,

where are they?

I'm sorry, Teddy.

What?

I'm sorry.

[ominous music]

Did you know my family
was dead, Viddick?

You couldn't have
saved them anyway, Teddy.

You doomed them a long time ago.

[foreboding music]

Did you kill my family, Bob?

[Bob sighing]

I didn't.

Lamb have something
to do it with it?

[eerie music]

[Bob] I can't be sure.

Best guess.

[Bob] Where were they found?

In a runoff slew near Lake Mead.

Yeah, it was him.

[sinister music]

[intense music]

[gun clicking]

[Ruby] On top of the car
there was a butt naked tranny

with a mask on.
[Barnes laughing]

Dude, you can't say tranny.

You have to say transvestite.

That's what you call them?

Now you have to
say transvestite.

- It's just like...
- Hey, fuck that.

Hey, where the
fuck is everybody?

[hammer thudding]

They still doing
construction this late?

They shouldn't be.

[hammer thudding]

[foreboding music]

[eerie music]

What the fuck is this?

What the fuck happened here?

[hammer thudding]

[ominous music]

- [hammer thudding]
- Come on, man.

[hammer thudding]

This fucking thing's
taking forever.

Huber, what the fuck?

Hey, guys.

You're back.

Where, why are you back?

We ran out to a scene for Val.

What the fuck are you doing?

And who is this?

Why is he...

[gunshots popping]

[Barnes screaming]

No, no, no, wait, hold on.

No, no, Huber.

Huber, I don't know nothing,
I didn't see nothing.

Hey man, I got kids.

He's not gonna say anything.

Tell him you're not
gonna say anything.

I swear to fucking
Christ, I'm not gonna say...

Are you sure?

You can trust
him, he's my friend.

Oh, you all friends.

Yeah.

- [Barnes groaning]
- Then you shoot him.

All friendly like.

What?

I can't, not Barnes.

You shot your sergeant.

This man means something to me.

I'm gonna walk over there

and empty the contents
of this weapon

- into his face.
- No, oh God.

So if you plan
to be more humane,

now is the fucking time!

No, Huber, Huber, come on, man.

He shot Ruby. [Gunshots popping]

[Barnes yelping]

[Huber] I'm sorry, Barnes.

Look at me, dude.

- Look at me.
- You were right.

- Look at me.
- [Anthony yelling]

You know my kids, man, I
promised them I'd be home.

[Huber] I know, just a second.

Just close your eyes, all right?

[Teddy screaming]
[gunshots booming]

[ominous music]

[Bob] Please tell me
your grand plan was not

freeing that fucking idiot
and putting a gun in his hand.

What choice did I have?

[Bob] Freeing and arming me.

You're a hired killer.

[Bob chuckling]

I wish you knew
what I knew about him.

And you were so hellbent
on saving the day

that you wound up
shooting yourself.

I don't wanna live in a world

where people like
you win, Viddick.

Right.

You'll just safeguard
a lying asshole

and give your life
to protect his.

Should I live like you, Bob?

It's honest.

It's lawless.

And I won't stand for it.

No, you'll just sit there
and bleed out instead.

[dramatic music]

Come on.

Give me the keys.

Give me the keys, Valerie.

No.

And don't call me
Valerie, it's creepy.

[cuffs clanking]

[ominous music]

What the fuck?

How'd you do that, Bob?

Let's put a pin in
that right now, Val.

I just wanted to see how

our little friendship
would play out.

Now pretty soon you're
gonna lose consciousness.

You're gonna fall asleep and
you're not gonna wake up.

Then will you listen to
my dying wish before I do?

[somber music]

You have someone you love.

Don't we all?

No, we don't but you do.

No, that's your left
hand, your gun hand.

Not gonna wear a ring there.

You're married.

You wanna see him again?

Teddy's not coming back,
you can trust me on that.

You said you wanted
to take your chances.

Here they are.

You either sit
there and bleed out

or give me the goddamn keys.

[ominous music]

[Anthony whistling]

♪ Oh, Teddy's dead

♪ Motherfucker

♪ Oh

♪ That's what I said

♪ Motherfucking Teddy's dead

♪ Oh

[rapid gunfire popping]
[glass shattering]

[gun clicking]

[Anthony] Teddy!

You shot me!

[lever banging]

[knob screeching]

[shower spraying]

[foreboding music]

Teddy, you could've stopped
this whole goddamn mess, man,

and saved your family too.

Because all they
wanted was those names.

Well, and all the
money you stole.

You thieving little
motherfucker.

[ominous music]

[Huber gasping]

[gunshots popping]

[shower spraying]

[rapid gunfire popping]

Oh!

You're shooting at
shadows, Mr. Teddy.

Yeah, you better
conserve that ammo.

♪ You's gonna need it

[metal clanking]

[Anthony chuckling]

♪ Oh, and you won't
need gunfire ♪

♪ Remember, Teddy's dead

[eerie music]

[Huber] What?

Officer Huber.

Listen, I...

[Huber yelling]
[exciting beat music]

[punch thudding]

[Huber groaning]

[gunshots popping]

[Huber yelping]

[Huber groaning]

[taser buzzing] Oh, no, no.

[Huber screaming]
[intense rock music]

[Huber groaning]

No! [Taser clicking]

Oh!

No!

[Huber coughing]

[spray hissing]
[Huber screaming]

[shower spraying]

[Anthony laughing]

I sedated them, Teddy.

They were sound asleep when
I put the Ziplocs over them.

It didn't take but two minutes.

I didn't want them to suffer.

[ominous music]

I didn't fuck up, Teddy.

You did.

You the fuck up of the family.

And then I laid
them in the water.

We all deserve the
water in the end,

no matter what we done.

[eerie music]

[shower spraying]

[Huber coughing]

[gunshots popping]

[body thudding]

[shower trickling]

You're fucking Huber.

What?

[intense music]

[gunshots booming]

[Anthony whimpering]

[Bob thudding]

[metal banging]

[locker door clanking]

[Anthony groaning]

[water splashing]

No.

No.

[knife clicking] Do it!

[knife slicing]

[Bob groaning]

[Anthony whimpering]

Anthony.

[blood squelching]

Oh.

[knife slicing] [Bob grunting]

[Anthony whimpering]
[blood squelching]

[Anthony moaning]

[Anthony mumbling]

All right, now it hurts.

[Anthony mumbling]

Think I'm gonna need something

just a little bit
bigger, Anthony,

to cut off your head.

[Anthony laughing]

That's the reaction.

Fuck.

[Anthony groaning]

Fuck!

[Anthony whimpering] Fuck you!

[Anthony laughing]

[ominous music]

[Anthony muttering]

Parlay.

What?

Pirate code.

A temporary ceasefire
to achieve a common end.

As in, this ends.

[Anthony moaning]

Our little lost Lamb
isn't dead just yet.

So I'm gonna let
you send him off.

Revenge for your family.

And then you and I
are going to resume...

[rapid gunfire popping]

Oh, man!

This motherfucker.

[Anthony groaning]

That hurts.

Hey,

Teddy.

[Anthony mumbling]

The water.

[ominous music]

The water.

[rapid gunfire booming]

[foreboding music]

[eerie music]

[sinister tempo music]

[liquid trickling]

[liquid sloshing]

[rapid gunfire popping]

[explosion rumbling]

[somber jazz music]

[foreboding music]

Not bad, is it?

That's jackfruit.

It's not chicken.

I mix some garlic and cilantro
with store-bought coleslaw.

That's the secret.

Val.

Teddy.

You never came back.

I was coming back, Val.

I was grabbing this kit, right
here, and I was coming back.

Oh, so you were gonna
bring it after you ate,

but before you lit
this place on fire?

And where's my gun?

Am I gonna get that back?

[ominous music]

That's okay.

I got my friend's gun.

My dead friend.

[eerie music]

I heard that
machine gun of yours

making quite the statement.

So, have you seen Huber?

Lamb?

Viddick?

There it is.

My own bullet that I put in
my stomach protecting you.

Viddick was right about you.

But...

we are what we are.

Always.

You seem to always
have so much to say.

Nothing new now?

I'm just wondering
where all this is going.

Yeah.

Me too.

I guess we'll find out soon.

I radioed in a code three,
also known as a hot call, so,

we're 10 minutes away
from our parking lot

being flooded with every
available law enforcement officer

within a 20 mile radius.

[ominous music]

And I just took an
adrenaline shot.

So I'm feeling a
little rambunctious.

Shame.

[Valerie sighing]

You could run.

So you could shoot
me in the back?

You've already
stabbed me in mind.

[fire rumbling]

I think we should get you
back to your cell now, Teddy.

[fire whooshing]

[suspenseful tempo music]

Unless you had
something else in mind.

[gunshot booming]
[fire whooshing]

[gunshots popping]

[steam hissing]

[fire whooshing]

[gunshot popping]
[steam hissing]

[suspenseful music]

[rapid gunfire popping]

[steam hissing]

[glass shattering]

[gun cranking]

[suspenseful music]

[gunshots popping]

[glass shattering]

[rapid gunfire popping]

[glass shattering]

[suspenseful music]

[glass clinking]

Thank you, Sarge.

[intense music]

[water hissing]

[gun cranking]

[fire rumbling]

[dramatic music]

[gunshots whooshing]

[gunshots booming]

[rapid gunfire popping]

[ominous music]

[gunshots popping]

[Teddy groaning]

[body thudding]

[suspenseful music]

[Teddy yelling]

[rapid gunfire popping]

[glass clinking]

[gunshots booming]

[Teddy groaning]

[gun clicking]

[ominous music]

[explosion whooshing]

[Valerie groaning]

[ominous music]

[Valerie huffing]

Thanks, Pena.

[dramatic music]

[fire rumbling]

[Teddy screaming]

Never more than a day
ahead of the devil, Teddy.

Or maybe I'm your devil now.

And this is our day.

Can't run from this.

Hell's already here.

[bullet clinking]

[gun whooshing]

[intense music]

[gun clinking]

[gunshot booming]

[glass shattering]

[dramatic music]

[water splattering]

You know, Val,

I'm just sitting here wondering

where things went
wrong between us.

[Teddy coughing]

We were off to
such a good start.

Val, Val, Val, wait, wait, wait!

Give me 10 seconds.

Give me 10 seconds of your time.

Just give me 10 seconds!

[gunshot booming]

[Valerie coughing]

[sinister music]

[Valerie sighing]

I'm sorry, officer.

[gun cranking]

[intense music]

[gunshots booming]

[ominous music]

[water splattering]

Oh.

Good for you.

You beat me, Bob.
[gunshot booming]

[gunshots booming]

[ominous music]

What's in the bag, Bob?

Go home, Val.

She with you?

Shier?

What does it matter?

You made it.

Let this go, Val.

Just let it go.

[dramatic music]

Yeah,

there you go.

[Valerie groaning]

[dramatic tempo music]

Come on.

[Valerie groaning]

[distant sirens alarming]

Valerie?

Forget it.

[horns honking]

[exciting beat music]

[engine rumbling]

[tires screeching]

[fire trucks alarming]

[upbeat jazz music]

Hey, it's Viddick.

All good.

Murretto's burned.

Yeah, shit.

Easy breezy.

Oh, by the way,

You wanna call that
Joe Tatino in Chicago?

Tell him I'm bringing him
a beautiful piece of lamb.

- [Radio Dispatcher]
- All units be advised.

We have an unidentified.

[Valerie groaning]
white male suspect

in a stolen police cruiser.

Last seen exiting...

- What was that, officer?
- Gun Creek police station.

Heading southbound on I-15.

I'm gonna need you to pull
this fucking ambulance over.

Right now.

[tires screeching]

[upbeat jazz music]

[Valerie exhaling]

- [Radio Dispatcher]
- All units be advised.

We're BOLO, BOLO on
a white male suspect

identified as Robert K. Viddick.

Robert K. Viddick
last seen exiting

the Gun Creek police station.

He's in possession of a
stolen, unmarked police car.

Text babe.

Hey, baby, I'm putting in
a couple hours overtime.

See you later, love you.

[phone chiming]

[pleasant jazz music]

[radio dial buzzing]

["Freddie's Dead"
by Curtis Mayfield]

[Bob laughing]

♪ Hey, hey

♪ Love, love

♪ Yeah, yeah

♪ Ah, ah

Oh, deja vu.

Deja vu.

♪ Teddy's dead

♪ That's what I said

♪ Let the man rap a plan
said he'd see him home ♪

♪ But his hope was a rope
and he should've known ♪

♪ It's hard to understand

♪ There was love in this man

♪ I'm sure all would agree

♪ That his misery was
his woman and things ♪

♪ Now Freddy's dead

♪ That's what I said

♪ Everybody's misused him

♪ Ripped him up and abused him

♪ Another junkie plan

♪ Pushin' dope for the man

♪ A terrible blow but
that's how it goes ♪

♪ A Freddy's on the corner now

♪ If you wanna be
a junkie, wow ♪

♪ Remember Freddy's dead

♪ Ah, ha

♪ Oh, oh

♪ Hey, hey

♪ Love, love

♪ Hey, hey

[suspenseful instrumental music]

[suspenseful instrumental music]

[somber drum beat music]

[ominous tempo music]

[suspenseful instrumental music]

[exciting funk music]