Point Blank (2019) - full transcript
An ER nurse and a career criminal are forced into an unlikely partnership in taking down a ring of corrupt cops threatening the lives of both their families.
Where you goin', Abe? You're a dead man!
♪ Jealous cowards try to control ♪
♪ Rise above, we're gonna rise above ♪
♪ They distort what we say ♪
♪ Rise above, we're gonna rise above ♪
♪ Try and stop what we do ♪
♪ Rise above, we're gonna rise above ♪
♪ We're gonna rise above ♪
♪ I find satisfaction in what they lack ♪
♪ Rise above, we're gonna rise above ♪
♪ We are tired ♪
♪ Of your abuse ♪
♪ Try to stop us ♪
♪ But it's no use ♪
Motherfucker!
♪ We are tired ♪
♪ Of your abuse ♪
♪ Try to stop us ♪
♪ It's no use ♪
♪ We are born with a chance ♪
♪ Rise above, we're gonna rise above ♪
♪ I am gonna have my chance ♪
- ♪ Rise above, we're gonna rise above ♪
- Mateo. Mateo. Colrane and Central.
- Two minutes.
- Thirty seconds.
♪ I am gonna have my chance ♪
♪ Rise above, we're gonna rise above ♪
♪ We are tired ♪
♪ Of your abuse ♪
♪ Try to stop us ♪
♪ It's no use ♪
♪ Rise above, rise above ♪
♪ Rise above, we're gonna rise above
We're gonna rise above ♪
♪ We're gonna rise above ♪
Oh, fuck.
Fuck. No!
Oh, fu...
Oh, shit.
Fuck.
Fuck. Jesus.
Jesus.
T!
Yo.
In the baby's room.
Hah. Whatcha doin' in there?
- Crossfit.
- Stop.
Dear God, T, what are you doing?
Recreatin' the Sistine Chapel
in the boy's room?
I know, I'm completely off the rails,
but I freakin' deserve it.
You should be knee-deep in that sofa
with some Graeter's ice cream.
Will the Graeter's help me
finish the nursery like Paul promised?
Paul is gonna finish this nursery.
Paul said that about the crib.
Paul is gonna finish that crib
after he finishes the painting...
...with Taryn on the sofa,
out of these fumes.
Now, can we please stop
this third-person bullshit?
Language. The baby hears everything. Mm.
Look here, little man.
Stop it!
Will you please kick your mother
three times to coax her to the sofa
so I can get ice cream
for the both of you?
"Yes, doctor!"
That's a very mature response for you,
but I am not a doctor.
Yet.
The city is reeling tonight
following reports
of yet another high-profile murder,
this time, Assistant DA Joshua Gregory.
The police chief is expected to hold
a news conference tomorrow afternoon.
There is nothing organic about that.
- It's all fat.
- You want me to take it back?
Don't be a smart ass.
We're here outside Gregory's home
following reports of shots fired,
- when investigators got to the scene...
- What a mess.
- Great, traffic.
- ...and discovered Gregory's body.
- In Cinci, this late? Really?
- I gotta scoot.
- What about the room?
- When I get back.
I'll knock out for a little bit,
then dive right into it.
You should just record that and play it
on a loop every time I ask.
Rest. Relax.
No murals, no Michelangelo.
- And I'll be back in the morning.
- Okay!
Pops!
Youngblood!
Big thanks.
Better hurry up, man. You'll miss it.
I ain't missin' nothin'.
Shelter’s overcrowded.
That's why I got this.
Keeps out the bugs and the thugs.
Made it myself.
- I appreciate you, Pops.
- Uh-huh.
So here's the workflow. Pediatrics
in bed one, baseball to the head.
Two and three, gang shootings.
Bed four, mystery man hit by a car.
Good lookin', too.
- He single?
- Find out for me.
Got spent brass and bullet strafing for
seven blocks. Same with the blood trail.
Got a destroyed cell phone. Still
searching the rest of the neighborhood.
Calling area hospitals now.
Masterson.
Everybody, give us a beat.
- Jones, make those calls if you can.
- Go take this outside.
I came the second I heard the call go out.
I...
I tried to stop the bleeding,
but he'd already gone too far.
Hey.
All right. You did everything you could.
Joshua was the only good thing
in that entire fucking DA's office.
I know.
Tell me you got something.
Nine mil.
Close range,
judging by the powder burns on the wall.
- At least Josh got a shot at him.
- Yeah.
But whoever took that round is out there
getting cured.
Jones is calling local hospitals now.
Regina, I know this is tough going,
but we got it handled.
Why don't you go home?
I've known you a long time, Eric,
so I say this from a place of love.
Don't ever fuckin' talk to me
like that again.
Regina, Division's got a bug up its ass
with these high-end homicides,
and they're puttin' an even bigger
bug up ours.
I just want first licks
when you catch the motherfucker.
Two hospitals in the area
have patients with GSWs.
One had someone picked up
a mile from here.
Automobile accident,
gunshot wounds discovered post-admit.
- Bingo. Want a ride?
- Abso-fucking-lutely. Thanks.
Good evenin', Mr. John Doe.
How you feelin' this evenin'?
I'm good too, thanks for askin'.
Let's go over your chart.
Gunshot wound to the abdomen, in-and-out.
Two cracked ribs, major concussion.
Huh. It's a good thing you're unconscious
so we can skip all the screamin'
you would be doin' if you were...
No, no. No! No! No!
Fuck!
- Fuck!
- 2
You gave
an excellent description of the suspect.
Anything else? Any other details?
No, it was dark. I didn't see much.
Okay.
Well, we're gonna get this guy.
Don't you worry.
I might have a couple detectives drop by
your house in the next day or so.
No. My wife's pregnant,
that'll stress her out.
We can't do that.
Can't they come here or call me?
Okay. Whatever works for you.
When is she due?
Three weeks.
Whoa! Congratulations.
Thanks.
Do you have any advice?
Uh, from the person who deliberately
decided not to have kids? Probably not.
Okay, so we're gonna transfer him
to the prison hospital tomorrow.
We'll be here to oversee that.
What did he do?
He killed a very good man.
That's my cell phone.
You think of anything at all,
you give me a call.
Anybody seen Detective Masterson?
- That way.
- Thank you.
- Paul, get out of here. Go home.
- No, I'm good. I'm just a little punchy.
Listen, no offense, sweetheart,
but you kinda got your ass handed
to you tonight.
Go home. Go see your wife.
Shit.
Hey, you.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
Mm!
Oh, what happened?
Some guy...
broke into one of my patient's room
and managed to mop the floor with me
before I could stop him.
- You got in a fight?
- No...
Baby, why would you do that?
When some guy's hammerin' on you, T,
you can't really tell him to stop, right?
You are about to be a father.
- I can't do this without you.
- Okay. Okay. Okay.
- I love you.
- I love you.
Mm.
Now Daddy gotta pee.
Come on, let me help you up.
Mm. One, two, three!
Here...
- Don't move.
- Mm.
- Uh... Put some ice on that.
- Yeah.
Paul? Paul!
Paul!
No!
Paul!
Hm?
- Paul! Oh!
- Taryn, where are you?
No!
- Taryn? Baby, where are you?
- Paul!
This is your fault.
You got involved.
What do you want?
For you to listen to me very carefully.
If you hurt her... Oh!
Oh, shit! Okay, okay! I'm sorry.
- Please!
- Don't fucking interrupt me again!
- Okay. Okay.
- Listen to me.
- Go to the hospital, get my brother out.
- Please.
Talk to anyone, you talk to the police,
she dies.
- You fuck with me at all, she dies.
- Please don't hurt her, sir. Please!
Hello?
Taryn?
Hello? Fuck!
♪ The bill collectors
They ring my phone ♪
♪ And scare my wife when I'm not home ♪
♪ Got a bum education
Double-digit inflation ♪
♪ Can't take the train to the job
There's a strike at the station ♪
♪ Neon King Kong standin' on my back ♪
♪ Can't stop to turn around
Broke my sacroiliac ♪
♪ A mid-range migraine
Cancered membrane ♪
♪ Sometimes I think I'm goin' insane
I swear I might hijack a plane! ♪
♪ Don't push me
’Cause I'm close to the edge ♪
♪ I'm tryin' not to lose my head ♪
♪ It's like a jungle sometimes ♪
♪ It makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under ♪
♪ It's like a jungle sometimes ♪
♪ It makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under ♪
Rough night?
Wait, are you the nurse who got jumped?
Thought you were a chick.
Yeah, I need to take him downstairs.
- Imaging.
- Imaging?
Yeah, X-ray, MRI.
Wherever he goes, I go.
Whatever you say, officer.
What's that?
- That is his life support.
- It wasn't on before.
Well, if somethin' happens to him between
here and imaging...
it's my ass, not yours.
So, would you mind gettin' the door?
...take him to urinalysis
for backup...
- How's the driving today?
- Slow going...
They're concerned about possible
infection.
They're gonna run an IV,
probably for another two hours or so,
and just see how...
Dr. Smith! Dr. Smith.
- It feels all right...
- Okay.
- Well, it'll get better.
- Yeah, I could...
All right, just get your balance.
Either put your foot down
or get up here and stretch that leg...
Where are we goin'?
I told you. Imaging.
- It's lit for P3.
- There's a different elevator for imaging.
So, I read the jacket on the perp.
You gonna tell me what's not inside?
Abraham Guevara.
Abe and his brother Mateo
are street mercenaries for hire.
Currently, that gruesome twosome
are freelancing for Big D.
Word out of county is Abe owes
Big D for some big dope score,
a traphouse he took down.
And how does this scumbag
figure into Josh's murder?
Only Guevara's got those answers.
What's happening?
It's his heart. He's in V-fib.
- Get the defibrillator.
- What?
The box underneath!
Okay.
Sorry, officer.
- Where is he?
- He should be here.
This will get you going.
Shit! Okay, calm down. Hey.
Calm down, all right?
It'll hurt like a motherfucker,
but I'll get you out.
- Take it easy.
- Where's...
Look, here we go. Come on, come on.
You're in a hospital and I'm your nurse,
all right?
I'm gonna give you some Toradol and
a little morphine for the pain, all right?
The Toradol...
All right.
Here comes the good stuff, all right?
Okay.
- And here's the morphine.
- Okay.
There you go.
Hey! Hey!
Pull up security footage from
the third floor, now.
- Do you have officers on the exits?
- Yes.
- How many?
- Six in total.
Come on! We gotta see the footage.
I'mma get you out of here,
but I need you to walk for me.
My stuff, where is it?
- Where are my clothes?
- Uh, your brother has 'em.
- My brother?
- Yeah.
Right, all right!
Calm down. Look, your brother has my wife!
I need to get you to him
to get my wife back.
I want no other part of this shit,
all right?
All right.
All right.
Come on, let's go.
Oh, stop!
Right there. Right there, look.
Who's that with the suspect?
Paul Booker.
Where is that elevator now?
Uh, bottom floor, parking level three.
- The emergency stop is engaged.
- Got it.
- Gimme the keys, I'm driving.
- No, I'm driving.
Give me the keys or your wife is dead.
I'm driving.
- Fair enough.
- Watch the gun.
Fuck.
Oh, fuck.
- Hey. Hey.
- He good?
Oh... Oh, shit!
- What?
- It's them. I'm on 'em!
All right, hang tight. Masterson!
Hey, this is my car, not a rental.
- Hey, man, why don't you slow down, okay?
- Shut up. Don't be a pussy.
Hey, slow the fuck down!
Get that fucking gun off me
before it goes off.
- Put it down!
- Shit. Okay, okay.
Hold on.
- Oh, shit. It's a garage!
- Shut up! Stop crying!
- There's nobody behind us, slow down!
- Stop crying!
It's a really nice car.
But you're drivin' it too hard.
Just slow down. Whoa!
Whoa, whoa, wait. Whoa! Shit.
What the fuck?
Swipe the other side.
No, flip it, try the other side.
It's not working.
- "Janet."
- Shit.
They must've deactivated it.
I was usin' hers to get you out.
- Shit!
- "They must've deactivated this shit."
Police! Stop!
Down! Down!
- This is my car, man! You hit a cop!
- Where are we going?
- A cop!
- I heard you the first time! Where?
I don't know!
He said to call when you were out.
If he does anything
to my wife or my baby...
- Wait, what?
- My wife's pregnant.
Fuck. Get him on the phone!
- Shit. Okay, okay, okay.
- Get him on the phone!
Yeah.
- Hey, you good?
- Shit!
Yeah, I... I fucked up.
- I tried to get you out of there.
- No, man, no, man, it's okay.
I'm out. I'm out, all right? I'm okay.
You got the flash drive?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah.
I got it. I got it on me.
That's good. Good boy.
You keep that thing close
to you, understand?
- Keep it safe.
- Put my wife on speaker phone.
- Shut up.
- Put her on.
- Shut the fuck up!
- All right, all right!
- Where the fuck are you?
- I'm in the, uh... In the bus station.
- West entrance.
- Wait, listen.
- The woman, she's okay, yeah?
- She's fine. She's fine.
She's... She's here with me.
Make sure she's okay, understand?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. What about Big D?
- What about Big D? Did he contact you?
- Yeah.
We owe him. A lot.
I know.
I'll fuckin' handle it, straighten it out.
Listen to me, put the woman
on the phone for a second, okay?
- Hello?
- Here, man.
Hello, baby. You okay?
Paul, where are you? What is going on?
- Are you okay? Did he hurt you?
- I'm fine, um...
I'm comin' for you, all right?
- Hang up.
- I love you.
- Hang up!
- I love you too, baby. Bye.
Relax. It's okay.
I swear to God,
- if he does anything to my fucking wife...
- Shut up!
You do what I say when I fuckin' say,
you'll be fine, all right?
Oh, shit. Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
- What?
- Oh, my God. I'm having contractions.
- Don't move. Don't move.
- I need to lie down.
All right.
- Stop it! Stop it!
- No! Let me fucking go!
- Get the fuck off me!
- Stop it!
- Fucking...
- Stop!
Stop!
I don't wanna hurt either of you.
So don't make me.
Please don't make me.
- Hey!
- The whole time last night.
- Yeah! I was tryin' to tell you!
- Yeah?
You got it, man.
Don't hang around here no more.
Take five!
You got another shirt?
No, just the jacket.
Put it on.
Why?
- Where are you goin' with my shoes?
- Just stay in the fuckin' car.
Man, I think you could rehab.
- What?
- Yeah!
Why you gonna
do somethin' like that?
Stay in the fucking car, please.
Fuckin' manners, you dick.
Yo, that'll be $70.
Forget about that!
Why would Booker help
a scumbag like Guevara?
The dope score he's sittin' on?
That's half a million reasons why.
Nah, he's got a pregnant wife,
got a steady job.
He's not the type to throw it all away
for a cash grab.
Hey.
Why aren't you telling me how the
Guevaras are connected to the DA's office?
Abe's brother, Mateo...
was staring down a ten-year stretch
at the state pen.
So Abe offered Josh Gregory a deal.
A flash drive loaded with evidence
in exchange for his brother's freedom.
What kind of evidence?
The kind that will take down
a lot of dirty cops.
Uniform, detectives' division, brass.
All of 'em.
Homicide?
Me?
We had to dive into every division.
Joshua vouched for you and
I vouched for you, given our... history.
Our history. Oh, you mean us fucking
on and off for five years?
You mean us living together?
You're an ass.
I just wanna thank you so much
for vouching for me,
for all your support with the fucking DA!
Look. You're clean.
That's all I care about.
What the fuck is this dude doin'?
- Get out.
- Why?
'Cause they gave me a piece of shit car.
That's why.
Go home, Paul.
What?
No!
No, man, no...
Can't give away my...
- Go home now.
- No.
You don't wanna get involved in this shit,
Paul. Let me handle it.
Not without my wife.
Shit.
- I'm going with you.
- First time you ever pull a trigger?
- Yeah, so?
- Yeah?
You're shakin'.
You should be worried about that.
Well, go ahead and shoot me.
Shoot yourself.
But remember to shoot the Toradol
before the morphine.
Too much Toradol, kidney failure.
Too much morphine, you slip into a coma.
But I'm sure you can figure that out,
smart guy.
Pick up your shit and let's go...
nurse.
Last call,
the 11:05 for Syracuse is now boarding.
All passengers are required to...
- Mateo.
- Yo.
I'm walkin' in now.
Matty, listen to me. We're comin' in
from the Fourth Street side. Mateo?
You there?
You see me?
- No.
- You got two cops to your six.
Okay? So keep comin' to me. Keep comin'...
- You're breakin' up.
- On...
- Where are you?
- I'm right here. I'm...
- What?
- You hear me?
I can't hear you.
- Keep... straight... toward...
- What?
Stop, stop, stop. Stop, stop.
Go back, go back.
Turn around. Turn around.
It's a trap. They made us.
- Can you hear me?
- What?
They're here. Go back to the warehouse.
...here... meet me... do what I... now...
Mateo? Mateo! Oh, fuck it.
Taryn!
Abe!
Go! Run!
Keep moving, keep moving.
Go! Go!
Hey! Hey!
Come back! Hey!
- Hey, hey! Stop running, stop running.
- No, no, no!
We need to get you out of here.
It's not safe.
Watch your back!
- Go, go!
- Wait! No!
Go.
Black Mercedes.
Put the seat back! I need to see.
Oh, shit.
Shit.
Oh, fuck.
Oh!
Get down!
- Oh, God!
- You okay?
Yeah.
Yeah.
- What the fuck was that, man?
- Shut up. Let me think.
- What's goin' on?
- Get in here. Check this door.
Check this door.
- Fuck.
- We need a key.
Camera, camera, camera.
- Don't look up!
- Oh, shit.
- Uh...
- Come on. I need a shot.
- Get it ready.
- No.
- No?
- No. No, this stops here.
- I'm not givin' you anything.
- Give me a shot,
- or you'll get your own fucking shot.
- What the...
If you don't keep me goin',
your wife is dead.
I saw on the news about you
and your brother killin' the assistant DA.
- Oh, Jesus.
- You gotta turn yourself in.
Do you just constantly say stupid shit?
You know, I...
I bet you your wife kidnapped herself.
Come on.
You're goin' to jail.
Everybody knows your face.
You and your stupid brother.
- Oh, is that right?
- Yeah.
If I'm goin' to jail,
you're comin' with me, pal.
My brother's in the breeze. Hit me.
Thank you.
I'm just doin' my job.
♪ I saw you ♪
♪ And him, and him ♪
♪ Walking in the rain ♪
- What the fuck? What are you doing?
- ♪ You were holding hands and I'll ♪
♪ Never be the same ♪
♪ Tossing and turning ♪
♪ Another sleepless night ♪
♪ The rain crashes
Against my window pane ♪
♪ Jumped into my car ♪
♪ Didn't drive too far ♪
♪ That moment, I knew ♪
♪ I would never be the same ♪
♪ I saw you ♪
♪ And him, and him ♪
♪ Walking in the rain ♪
♪ You were holding hands and I'll ♪
♪ Never be the same ♪
♪ I saw you ♪
♪ And him ♪
♪ Walking in the rain ♪
♪ You were holding hands and I'll ♪
♪ Never be the same ♪
No. No. No. No.
- Search him.
- What?
Search him.
Weapon. Weapon.
- He's a cop.
- I know he is.
Come on.
I want it buffed and polished
with a fine chamois.
No streaks.
And the rims detailed.
Excuse me, ma'am.
Get the fuck out, please.
- Get out.
- I have pepper spray in my purse.
I have a gun in my pants.
What kind of fucking car wash is this?
Take a left!
- It's the opposite direction.
- I know. They just jacked a PT Cruiser
from a car wash,
heading north towards Central.
...considered armed and dangerous.
Code 215.
Last seen southbound...
- Shit, 215?
- Carjacking.
- Shit.
- Does this piece of shit go any faster?
You were the genius that got
a PT fucking Cruiser.
You got the PT Cruiser.
♪ The US bombs cruisin' overhead ♪
Fuck.
- Shit.
- ♪ There goes my love rocket red ♪
What are you doing?
Oh, shit!
- If you wanna drive, drive!
- ♪ Shoot it up ♪
♪ Shoot it up ♪
- There! Right there!
- Got it.
- Shit. It's a cop!
- Yeah, cops. Lose 'em.
♪ Blaster bomb bomb overhead ♪
Oh!
♪ Amondo teeno giving ♪
- Oh, shit.
- Fucking kill me.
♪ Shoot it up ♪
Lose them!
Oh, shit.
- Turn, turn!
- ♪ Shoot it up ♪
- Jesus.
- He's still on us.
I want you to turn here.
♪ Hold me, shake me, I'm all shook up ♪
♪ Go, go, go, go, go ♪
♪ Psycho maniac interblend ♪
When I tell you to, I want you to crank
the wheel as hard as you can to the right.
Ready, right?
♪ Shoot it up ♪
♪ Shoot it up ♪
♪ Shoot it up ♪
Now!
Come on, man. Let me call her.
Shit, the phone's dead.
We gotta get off the streets, man.
- Pops.
- What?
- Follow me.
- Where you goin'?
Follow me.
Hey!
Inside.
We can lose them inside.
Hey, no cuts, man!
- Come on, bro!
- Come on!
Get back.
Pops!
Youngblood!
Ma'am...
Come on, these boys gon' feel good!
Fuck!
I'm sorry.
For what?
Having a gun on it.
Him. And are you seriously gonna smoke
right now?
Oh. Yeah, shit, I'm sorry.
Mateo, right?
Yeah.
Mateo.
I don't know what this is.
I don't even know
who's chasing you, but...
I know that none of this
is good for me and my baby.
You have to let us go.
He said wait, so we wait.
Why are you doing this?
- Why?
- It's what we've always done.
It's how we've survived.
He said everything would be okay.
What if it isn't?
♪ It's all goin' on ♪
♪ I got it on ♪
♪ Walk by my street ♪
♪ Walk by, walk by my street ♪
Some real Metal Gear Solid shit.
What the fuck is that?
Metal Gear Solid. Solid Snake?
It's a video game.
Sorry, I'm a grown-up. I don't play games.
Maybe you should try. It'd help you
with your aggression problems.
- So would punching you in the face.
- That's exactly my point.
Let me see it.
Put some pressure on it.
We'll take a better look once we stop.
- This guy's not gonna rat us out, is he?
- No, man. He's an old patient of mine.
He used to come in
with self-inflicted stab wounds
and I made a deal with him.
You know,
coffee at the end of every shift...
Okay, all right.
This whole fuckin' Hallmark story
is not gonna help us find your wife
any faster.
No offense.
You really are a fuckin' dick.
I'm not a dick,
you just tell shitty stories.
It's not about the story, it's about Pops!
I don't give a fuck about Pops. "Pops"?
I don't give a shit about you.
I barely give a shit about your wife.
- You don't give a shit about anything.
- No!
- You're just a big bad man, right?
- Yeah.
Yeah, you give a shit about Mateo, right?
Yeah, that's why you're workin'
so fuckin' hard to get him back.
This way. This way, come on.
Come on, relax. In here.
Relax. Sit down.
When my brother's here, you can go.
Come on, pick up, pick up, pick up.
The subscriber you've dialed
- has a voicemail that has not...
- Fuck.
God damn it!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Get yourself somethin' to eat, man.
Thanks for the help.
All right!
Like fuckin' herpes I need this.
Hey, Cheetah, man,
I need wheels and a solid.
Cops and Big D want you dead, homie.
You ain't got a fuckin' prayer.
You owe me, Cheetah. Let me in.
- Stay here.
- Where are you going?
I'm gonna go talk to the fat guy.
Stay here.
Cheetah, nice piñata, man.
That's Kushie. Knows all, sees all.
Gotta get crafty for
these bust-ass stick-up kids.
Who's that?
That's the solid.
- Fuck, no!
- You still owe me
for the riot in Soledad.
- Oh, here we go.
- You bet your ass, here we go.
You always about that old shit.
Bitch, you started that riot!
I saved your big ass.
Don't fuckin' forget it.
And who fuckin' went to solitary?
I did.
You owe me, Cheetah.
- You ain't gotta get into that.
- No, I aint.
- Kinda shady?
- Masterson.
Forget it.
It's Booker. He's with Abe.
- Let's go.
- You done great.
We fuckin' all evens up now.
And you make it right with Big D.
Well...
that's gonna take a minute, Cheetah.
I can't believe you took
his trap down, dog. Why?
Why? I needed the money, man.
He wasn't loanin' it to me.
I got other fuckin' killers
I gotta pay down, man.
Eddie Ash, Skeet, fuckin' Teardrop.
And ain't a one of them names
move as much air as Big D.
Yeah, but I can't have these motherfuckers
- chasin' me and Mateo down the road.
- So you rob...
...the craziest motherfucker in the city?
Yeah. Yeah, I did.
- A'ight.
- A'ight.
Ah, come on.
Come on!
I'mma take care of Big D.
- Don't worry about it.
- Yeah.
Why weren't you answering?
Where's my wife?
- A'ight.
- A'ight.
Backup units, no lights or sirens.
Ten-four.
Out back. Honda Civic, half a tank.
No Range Rover?
- Put him on!
- Tell me where she is and I will.
- You ain't demanding shit.
- Hey!
Don't fuckin' say another word.
Don't move.
- Shit.
- Give it to me. Who are you talking to?
- Give me that fuck...
- Oh!
- Shit!
- Get that bullshit outta here!
You shut the fuck up.
- Who the fuck are you talking to?
- Enough. Hello?
Put my brother on the fucking phone!
No, no, no, hey, it's me.
It's me, calm down. Calm down. Be cool.
- Be cool, Mateo.
- Don't fuckin' tell me to be cool.
Wait a minute.
This is all bad. Okay?
The news, Big D, the radio.
- We gotta go.
- Hey, I got it under control.
- We're waiting for backup, right?
- It's taking too long, let's go.
God damn it, Regina.
Listen, I'm comin' to get you.
We're gonna make some payments
and get the fuck out of town.
No one will be able to find us.
- I need you to stay cool, though.
- Oh, no.
- Everything's okay.
- We gotta go, now!
All right. Stay put. I'll see you soon.
You motherfucker.
What did you do?
I...
I warned you!
What's wrong?
I think I'm goin' into labor. Ooh.
- Motherfucker.
- I want my wife back.
Well, you just fucking killed your wife,
you stupid fuck.
- Police! Get the fuck down!
- Get down! Get down!
Get down! Get down!
- Get the fuck down!
- Get down!
- Hands in the air!
- Stay on the ground.
- Hands up!
- Get the fuck down!
- Show me your fucking gun!
- Stay down!
- Show me!
- Don't move!
- Stay still!
- They have my wife.
- Get the fuck down.
- Okay!
Fuckin' Abe!
- Show me your hands, now!
- I am.
- Hands up!
- Shit!
No, no!
Get the fuck down!
Down! Now!
All right.
Now, where's the fuckin' drive?
Don't have it. Shoot me, I don't.
Jones, get in here. Search him.
Don't fuckin' move.
Oh, you fuck.
- It ain't on him.
- Get his piece.
- Don't fuckin' move.
- Give it to me.
All right. Take this
- and close the fuckin' door.
- Lewis...
All right.
You hear me now?
Okay. Where's the fuckin' drive, Guevara?
I know you have it and I want it.
You gonna make this look like
a homicide, too, Lewis?
Just like you did with the DA?
You got there the second
you heard a call go out?
You were there all alone.
Christ, you killed Josh.
I'm not goin' down, not for anyone.
Not even you, Eric.
You a cop killer now?
You a cop killer now, Reg?
Well...
Fuck it, then.
Just don't mi...
Oh, God!
Oh, fuck.
Okay.
You think I'm playin' now?
Are you fuckin' stupid?
Where's the drive?
Aaah.
Go fuck yourself.
Unit four, ten-23 at pawn shop.
Okay. Jones!
Get over here.
Okay, I'm gonna stall the units outside.
Guevara shot Masterson, you shot him.
Booker's collateral damage, got it?
On him.
Grab the security camera footage,
bag everything else.
- I don't know. I...
- Hey, hey, hey.
This doesn't have to be perfect,
just believable.
I got you.
Hey, we're gonna set up a nice police fund
for your wife and kid.
Fuck!
Paul.
Paul.
Paul!
Move!
Give me the keys.
Fuck.
Fuck!
They got Jones.
Okay, get a bus in here, now.
Air evac, I don't give a fuck.
Officers, get your units out back.
You two, with me.
God damn it!
Okay, see if you can get a make
on the vehicle. Go, now.
Dispatch, suspects fled scene
in an unknown stolen vehicle.
- I got something.
- Oh!
What do I do?
Roll it up and put it
behind my shoulders.
- Okay.
- Here.
Okay, lean back.
Is that better? Is that good?
- It's better.
- Okay.
- Thank you.
- All right.
Hey, can I...
Can I... Do... Do you mind if I...
He moved. He...
He fucking moved.
Mateo...
Trying to keep this little guy safe.
Yeah. I know, I just can't...
I just can't do anything
without my brother.
Fuck.
Well, then you're gonna
have to deliver this baby.
You.
And what happens
if somethin' happens to my baby?
Do you understand that, then,
you are gonna have to kill me,
because I wouldn't wanna be here.
I wouldn't be able to live.
Don't say that. Don't say that. I'm not...
- Mateo.
- I...
- I don't want anything to happen to you.
- Oof.
I'm in pain.
And I need help.
Please.
- Please.
- Okay.
Okay, I'm gonna take you to the hospital.
- Yes, yes, yes.
- Huh?
- Yes, yes.
- You want me to take you to the hospital?
- Yes, come on.
- Okay, okay.
- Let me call my brother first.
- No. no.
- I gotta call my...
- No, no, don't call him.
- I have to call him.
- Mateo.
- You don't have to call him.
- I promise.
- Just take me.
- I'll come back.
You stay there, okay?
It's okay, it's okay.
Please don't answer. Please don't...
Fuck.
Ah! Fuck.
- Where's the fuckin' drive?
- Fuck you.
Oh, yeah?
Where's the fuckin' drive?
Okay, okay, I got it.
I got it. It's in my pocket.
It's in my pocket.
It's right here.
Hey, asshole.
You gonna shoot a pregnant woman, huh?
You fuckin' pussy.
- Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
- Hey, hey, hey, relax!
- I shot a fucking cop. It's your fault!
- Not a cop. He's a fucking scumbag.
- Oh, shit.
- He's a bad guy. He's a murderer.
If you didn't shoot him, somebody would.
- I never...
- He's not a cop, man.
- He's a killer with a badge.
- Oh, shit.
- Gonna get us killed. Wanna see your wife?
- Yeah.
- I want to.
- We go to the warehouse.
- Just drive, you're not going to jail.
- Gonna be sick.
- You did what you had to.
- No.
- You did.
- I'm gonna puke.
- Don't fucking puke, don't puke on me.
- Oh, shit. Fuck!
Taryn!
Taryn!
Fuck.
- No...
- Taryn!
- Fuck.
- Taryn!
Fuck.
Abe?
No.
- Abe?
- Aaah!
No!
No! Fuck!
Help him. Fuck!
- Help him, help him! What do we do?
- Uh...
- What do we do? Come on, man. Hey, man.
- Okay.
Hey, baby.
He's lost a lot of blood. Uh,
take the blanket and apply pressure.
Okay, okay, okay. I got you, good.
I got you, baby. I got you, you're good.
You're all right. Look at me.
Look at me. Look at me. You're fine.
They... They took your wife.
- Sh.
- Where?
- Uh, I don't know.
- Fix him, man. Fix him. Fix him.
If I give him a shot,
I won't have one for you.
I don't care! Do it, do it, do it!
I got you, baby.
Look at me, stay with me.
You're okay, man. Look at me. You're okay.
- Just bleedin' a little bit, all right?
- He's lost a lot of blood.
There's nothin' I can do.
- Am I goin'?
- No, man, you ain't goin', all right?
- Am I goin'?
- Look at me. You're fine, man.
- You ain't goin' anywhere.
- I can't feel anything.
- That's okay, I want you to relax.
- The pain's gone.
That's good. That's good, all right.
I want you to just relax.
Okay, I'm gonna get you all cleaned up.
- I'm here for you now. All right?
- Okay.
- All right?
- I didn't tell them shit.
- Didn't fucking tell them nothing.
- I didn't tell 'em shit.
We don't do that fuckin' shit.
Hey, look at me, look at me.
Remember as a kid,
you were afraid of the dark?
- Mm.
- What'd I tell you?
- To close my eyes. Close my eyes.
- Close your eyes.
Close your eyes, Mat.
- You're okay. I'm gonna take care of you.
- Okay.
- Close your eyes.
- Okay.
Let your mind go, Matty.
Let your mind go. Let your mind go.
I'm gonna get you outta here, okay?
I want you to relax.
We're gonna get out of here.
I'm gonna get you out of here, okay?
Okay, hold on to me.
Ssssh. Sssssh.
Breathe.
I want you to relax
and let your mind go.
You let your mind go.
You're okay.2
You're okay now.
I got you, I got you.
Okay, okay. Now you're okay, Mat.
You told him he was gonna live.
Yeah.
Why?
I gave him what anybody would want, man.
- What he never had.
- What?
Hope.
I gave him hope.
Oh, I got you, Mat.
You're okay.
You're okay.
- I heard about Jones.
- Yeah.
We'll mourn later. Right now,
I need you on evidence.
Everything seized from the pawn shop
gets vouched here first.
And I want to see that Guermo footage
before you wipe it.
This is Robbery-Homicide's show now,
we don't need Narco buttin' in.
The woman's having complications.
Aren't we all?
Bring her in.
You know, there's a pharmacy
around the corner.
I know the staff there,
I can get you some painkillers.
You got a name for that baby?
We haven't thought of one for him yet.
Him?
Yeah.
Move.
Go.
You know, my old man used to beat the shit
out of my mother.
Used to do it to her, used to do it to me.
When my brother was born, it got worse.
One night, she got tired of gettin'
the shit kicked out of her,
so she shot him in the head
when he was sleepin'.
She died in prison.
I raised my brother from that point on.
Where are you goin'?
I'm going to kill 'em. All of 'em.
And what about my wife?
Pick up a weapon, man.
And do what? Go gunnin' for cops?
They're dirty cops.
Which will matter a few months
from now in a courtroom,
- long after we're shot dead.
- What other fuckin' choice you got?
They got your wife.
Your baby.
Everybody says they'd do anything
for their fuckin' family.
Well, this is as fucking
"anything" as it gets right now, pal.
Pick up the gun.
Kushie.
What?
The piñata, the stupid piñata
at Cheetah's place.
- Oh, the fuckin' camera.
- Yeah.
Lewis would've took that shit
into evidence.
Yeah, so how the hell do we get it back?
Can I get you something? Water? Juice?
What is this, a fucking flight?
I need a doctor, bitch.
No, I can't help you with that.
You know, I... I met your husband.
I can see why you married him.
Did you kill him?
No.
But Paul, or the felon he sprung from
the hospital, killed one of mine.
In a way, two of mine.
♪ Aah ♪
♪ Real muthaphuckkin' G's ♪
Man, she was,
like, crazy all night, though.
Yo...
I don't know, man...
Yo, yo. Hold up.
What the fuck is this?
♪ Hey, yo, doctor
Here's another proper track ♪
♪ And it's phat, watch the sniper
Time to pay the piper ♪
♪ And let that real shit provoke ♪
I'm here to see D.
♪ Youse a wannabe loc ♪
- Yo, D!
- ♪ I hope that your fans understand ♪
♪ When you talk about sprayin' me ♪
♪ The same records that you're makin'
Is payin' me ♪
- ♪ Mothafuck Dre, mothafuck Snoop ♪
- I see motherfuckin' dead people.
♪ Yo, and here comes my left blow ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y E ♪
- I can't believe this.
You got some fuckin' balls, comin' here.
Teardrop called me, said you dropped
60,000 on nigga kitchen table.
My 60,000.
So you're payin' off all these mark-ass
bitches, some of them my enemies,
with my motherfuckin' money?
Then you got the sack
to show up on my front step.
♪ All of a sudden, Dr Dre is a G thang ♪
Cancel this motherfucker.
- Shoot him.
- Whoa, whoa.
I got half what I owe you
in that bag.
Show him.
I got better than the other half
in my pocket right here.
♪ Every day it's a new rapper ♪
♪ Claimin' to be dapper than the Dresta ♪
♪ Smoother than a bitch
But portray the role of gangsta ♪
You got Cheetah bodied.
Even with this little punk-ass interest,
you still wind up in the red, playa.
- Hey, hey, hey.
- Oh, shit!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Whoa! What the fuck is that?
Hey, man, calm down.
Calm down. It's proof.
It's a flash drive, man.
Everybody, chill out. Chill the fuck out.
Lookin' all scared for?
Put the gun down.
Lewis and those three fuckin' clowns from
the police commission are all mobbed up.
Murder for hire, drug rips, all kinds
of bullshit, everything. In here.
Dirty cops is yesterday's
fuckin' fresh fish. Who gives a fuck?
Secret bank accounts, man.
Passwords, access to those bank accounts.
You give a fuck.
♪ Since I got stripes
I got the right to rap about that ♪
♪ But niggas like you, I gotta hate ya
'Cause I'm just tired ♪
This motherfucker Wikipedia-ed me.
Shut the fuck up.
- How much?
- A lot more than I owe you, man.
♪ Wearin' khakis and mob while you rhyme ♪
Why you ain't just drop that verse
when you rolled up?
- This tense shit!
- Why'd you get the guns out?
You got the motherfuckin' fake grenade
and shit. Get the bag.
Motherfuckers ready to get grimy.
Go on inside, man.
- Hold on, who the fuck is this?
- My doctor.
- Your doctor?
- Yeah, he's the best in the business.
- Stitched me up. I got clipped.
- You a doctor, nigga?
I told you, he's my doctor.
Like a real life road-dog.
The realest.
♪ Motherfuckin' actors, prankstas ♪
That's some cool shit. I like that.
Come on, road-dog. Inside, man.
Motherfucking road-dog.
Come on. Go, go, go, go, go.
Don't you have a family, Lieutenant?
You're lookin' at it.
At least, what's left of it.
Right here.
Fuck.
Wipe it.
Let's call Paul.
Welcome to Casa del D.
Trying to teach these young bucks there's
a world of cinema besides Scarface.
They gettin' the hang of it.
It's Friedkin week on TCM.
Y'all some real movie fans, huh?
Catchin' the end of
To Live and Die in LA.
My motherfuckin' favorite!
You ever seen it? Anybody?
Anyway...
All right, peep this real quick.
Shareholders' meetin'. Dining room.
♪ Ho-la, ho-la, hey ♪
♪ Ho-la, ho-la, hey ♪
♪ Rollin', rollin', roll ♪
- Hello.
- Paul?
- Paul?
- Baby, I'm here.
Uh, wh... where'd they take you?
I don't know, I'm...
I'm here with the cops.
Tell him.
Paul...
- The baby's coming.
- What?
We're in the same pinch, Paul.
Neither of us wants to be where we are.
- No, you killed a cop.
- So did you.
We're both just responding
to external pressures.
I'm beholden to certain people
and how they want things done.
- You saw his brother? Mateo?
- Yeah.
Well, they want me to do the same thing
to your wife.
They want me to put a bullet
through her head.
I don't have to run down my reasons why,
or rationalize why I do the things I do.
You see the things I've seen, and tell me
how much you think the thin blue line
that exists between you and chaos
really costs,
and how much we should all pay for it.
You tried to kill me and you kidnapped
my wife today.
Maybe I should check in with you tomorrow.
Your wife doesn't have till tomorrow.
Corner of Forest and Central.
You've got an hour.
- So that's the plan?
- You got a better idea?
- I got some notes.
- You sure my wife is there?
My guy on the inside
says she's in Narco.
Evidence building,
and that shit's locked down.
Look, is that all y'all need?
Just the pop off and the uniforms.
Can you get that video?
They didn't bust into that piñata,
we're good.
So, just for the sake of transparency
and shit,
what really happened when you
went inside the assistant DA's crib?
Man, they had my brother cold.
He was lookin' at ten years mandatory.
Matty wouldn't have lasted a week inside,
so I had to make a deal.
The drive for my brother.
Exchange had to be in person, on the DL.
I went to his house.
These fuckin' dirty cops
that Lewis was running, they...
They got the drop, clipped the DA...
tried to frame me for it.
That's when shit got complicated.
Hold up., hold up.
How the fuck the good doctor get here?
I got him out of the hospital.
Oh.
You see this?
Now, that's the type of shit
I wanna direct.
Wait for it. Wait for it.
Not yet, not yet. Wait for it.
That's it! That's cinema!
That's how you make a motherfuckin' movie!
See? When this shit came out,
it should have been number one.
No, motherfuckers wanna see
lightsabers and shit.
- This the real shit. Friedkin.
- Straight up.
So, when's she due?
Now.
Now?
- Yeah.
- Like, right now?
Yeah.
Shit.
- You got kids?
- I got eight.
Eight kids?
Couldn't pull out a parking space.
Oh, shit!
Special delivery.
You've been deputized.
That's for you.
Couldn't get the EMT,
but hope that shit works.
Wardrobe, baby.
All right, warriors,
let's go out and play.
- Yo, come on.
- You're up!
Come on.
- Oh!
- Oh!
- Let's go, baby!
- Five! Check it out. My ball.
- Let's go.
- All right.
Red Five, standin' by.
Camera A, get the one.
Get out the car!
- Camera B, two T's.
- Copy that.
All cameras in position.
- Let's light 'em up. On my cue.
- Got it.
That it?
Yeah.
All things considered,
the EMT is usually the first to show up.
That's how we'll get you in.
After that, it's up to you.
Up here!
Cue the car.
And... action!
Keep up! Keep up!
Whoa!
Flame on.
Hey!
Shit, watch it!
Boom!
Yippee-ki-yay-yay, motherfucker!
That's the way we do it!
- Anybody in there?
- Check the other side!
Hey! Stay back!
- I need you people to get back!
- 911. What's your emergency?
Yes, I need to report an explosion.
Yes, uh, in front of the police station
on Clifton and Main.
It looks like people are hurt.
Could you please send help? Thank you.
- Hey, just move over there.
- Move back!
Everybody back!
- And now we on fire.
- Hey, so what's this from?
Assault on Precinct 13?
No, motherfucker.
Spartacus, with a dash of Christine.
Ah, okay. All right.
Go get the money shot.
I don't want all that shit
on wides, either. Close-ups.
All nearby units, please respond.
Explosion near police headquarters.
Ten-18, urgent call.
Ambulance has been dispatched.
- Come on.
- Back it up!
Officer. Look at the camera!
Yeah, whatever, man.
- Right, here...
- Just go through.
Yeah, this is a movie!
- Officer!
- I'm not gonna tell you again.
Here we go.
Doctor.
Officer.
Fuck.
- Interview me, I saw it.
- All right. Coming through.
I'll be the same...
Hold on.
Sorry, officer, I'm a doctor.
He's hurt, I gotta get him inside.
A moment, please.
I gotta get him inside. Sorry, officer.
No, no, no!
Hey.
Ah, ah, ah.
Walk. Walk.
Hands.
Hands.
Keep 'em there.
Don't move.
This...
Hey. Hey, wait!
Fuck.
Get in. Get inside.
Get inside.
Paul!
Paul!
Paul!
Sit down.
You think killin' me is gonna make
any difference?
Do you even know how high up
this thing goes?
You'll never be done with it.
Don't you get it?
We don't get to make
those kind of decisions.
Well, well, well.
I made mine.
You're fucked.
You're gonna be lookin' over
your fuckin' shoulder
for the rest of your life.
Yeah. But you know
who's not gonna be there?
You!
Shoot yourself.
According to the fire chief, it almost...
Yo, check this shit out.
- The money shot.
- Yeah, we got it.
It's a wrap.
Now, that's a Big D production.
- Put it back!
- Yo, yo!
And... cut.
- Nice.
- Not too bad.
- The flame went... Crazy.
- Yeah.
- What happened?
- I don't know.
- It was crazy.
- Did you see it?
I was walking by.
Hey, you want an Emmy?
I need you to air this.
Her name is Regina Lewis. Detective.
Oh. I don't think I have a cord for this.
I'll... I'll make it work. Totally got it.
You're welcome.
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Mm-hm ♪
♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa ♪
♪ When your world
Is full of strange arrangements ♪
♪ And gravity won't pull you through ♪
- ♪ You know ♪
- Paul!
All right, baby. I'm comin', all right?
Come on, come on, come on.
Here we go, here we go.
All right. Here we go.
I need you to push for me, okay?
Just relax and breathe, all right?
Here we go. All right.
You ready? I love you so much.
You ready? Here we go.
Look at me. I'm right here.
I don't want to have him here.
I know you don't want to have it here,
but we don't have a choice. Breathe.
Come on.
In a surprising turn of events,
we just received new information
on the pawn shop shooting
that occurred in the OTR earlier today.
Detective Regina Lewis,
part of Homicide Division,
is currently being sought for questioning
on the deaths of two officers,
as well as connections
to last night's murder...
I want a clean sweep of
the whole place. Upstairs, downstairs.
Two teams! All out!
He's gotta be here somewhere.
Once you've cleared a room, lock it up.
I don't want him circling back.
Let's go!
♪ At the seams ♪
♪ Your reason for livin's
Your reason for leavin' ♪
♪ Don't ask me what it means ♪
♪ Who got the look? ♪
♪ I don't know the answer
To that question ♪
♪ Where's the look? ♪
♪ If I knew, I would tell you ♪
♪ What's the look? ♪
♪ Look, for your information ♪
♪ Yes there's one thing
Yes, one thing that still holds true ♪
You ready? Here we go.
- Push. There you go!
- ♪ That's the look ♪
All right, just relax, baby.
Here we go, come on.
- Look at me.
- Get down! Get down! You!
- Get down! Don't fucking move!
- I'm a doctor! She's having a baby!
- Let me see your fucking hands!
- I'm here.
- Do what they say, baby!
- Baby.
- Baby...
- Turn around now, or we will shoot you!
Listen, I understand the situation,
officer.
But I can't help it.
I'm delivering our baby!
All right, okay. Just a minute, baby.
Come on, come on.
I need you to push for me, okay?
I need you to breathe. Come on.
Take a deep breath.
On three, I want you to push.
One... two...
Three! Breach!
Lewis, drop the gun! Now!
- ♪ The look of love ♪
- Put the gun down now.
- ♪ It's the look, it's the look ♪
- Drop the gun!
- Put it down now, Lewis.
- ♪ The look of love ♪
♪ It's the look, it's the look ♪
- ♪ The look of love ♪
- Put it down!
♪ That's the look, that's the look ♪
- Put it down, Lewis!
- ♪ The look of love ♪
Put the gun down!
♪ If you judge a book by the cover ♪
♪ Then you judge the look by the lover ♪
♪ I hope you'll soon recover ♪
♪ Me, I go from one extreme to another ♪
♪ That's the look, that's the look ♪
- ♪ The look of love ♪
- Baby, you're almost there!
Okay? Just try and relax!
Here we go. Last one.
Last one, okay? All right.
Here we go. One... two... three...
Push!
♪ Sisters and brothers ♪
Our baby!
♪ Should help each other ♪
- ♪ That's the look, that's the look ♪
- Here he is!
Oh, baby.
♪ Heavens above ♪
♪ That's the look, that's the look ♪
♪ Hip, hip, hooray-ay ♪
♪ That's the look, that's the look ♪
♪ Yippee-yi, yippee-yi-yay-ay! ♪
- I love you, baby.
- I love you.
♪ Be lucky in love ♪
♪ Look of love ♪
See that, little man?
That's called gettin' wrecked.
Yeah!
- Go back.
- No. What?
This is how you toggle.
Okay, okay.
Time to stop exposing our infant son
to video games.
Come to the table.
Mama figured us out. We gotta go.
Are we ready?
- Yes, we are.
- Whoo!
Stupid hats and all.
- I heard that.
- Didn't say it.
Come on. Come on, little man.
- All right!
- There you go.
- Let's get you in there. Come on.
- Whoo!
- Oh!
- All right.
- There you go.
- All right!
Aah!
You ready, Puppa?
There we go.
Oh!
Yes!
All right, here's to the birthday
you'll never remember!
Stop it!
- I'm joking.
- Cheese!
All right, you have to blow it out.
Ready?
One... two... three.
♪ The lonely street of dreams ♪
♪ Here I go again on my own ♪
♪ Goin' down the only road
I've ever known ♪
♪ Like a drifter
I was born to walk alone ♪
♪ And I've made up my mind ♪
♪ I ain't wastin' no more time ♪
♪ And here I go again on my own ♪
♪ Goin' down the only road
I've ever known ♪
♪ Like a drifter
I was born to walk alone ♪
♪ And I've made up my mind ♪
♪ I ain't wastin' no more time ♪
♪ But here I go again ♪
♪ Here I go ♪
♪ 'Cause I know what it means ♪
♪ To walk along
The lonely street of dreams ♪
♪ Jealous cowards try to control ♪
♪ Rise above, we're gonna rise above ♪
♪ They distort what we say ♪
♪ Rise above, we're gonna rise above ♪
♪ Try and stop what we do ♪
♪ Rise above, we're gonna rise above ♪
♪ We're gonna rise above ♪
♪ I find satisfaction in what they lack ♪
♪ Rise above, we're gonna rise above ♪
♪ We are tired ♪
♪ Of your abuse ♪
♪ Try to stop us ♪
♪ But it's no use ♪
Motherfucker!
♪ We are tired ♪
♪ Of your abuse ♪
♪ Try to stop us ♪
♪ It's no use ♪
♪ We are born with a chance ♪
♪ Rise above, we're gonna rise above ♪
♪ I am gonna have my chance ♪
- ♪ Rise above, we're gonna rise above ♪
- Mateo. Mateo. Colrane and Central.
- Two minutes.
- Thirty seconds.
♪ I am gonna have my chance ♪
♪ Rise above, we're gonna rise above ♪
♪ We are tired ♪
♪ Of your abuse ♪
♪ Try to stop us ♪
♪ It's no use ♪
♪ Rise above, rise above ♪
♪ Rise above, we're gonna rise above
We're gonna rise above ♪
♪ We're gonna rise above ♪
Oh, fuck.
Fuck. No!
Oh, fu...
Oh, shit.
Fuck.
Fuck. Jesus.
Jesus.
T!
Yo.
In the baby's room.
Hah. Whatcha doin' in there?
- Crossfit.
- Stop.
Dear God, T, what are you doing?
Recreatin' the Sistine Chapel
in the boy's room?
I know, I'm completely off the rails,
but I freakin' deserve it.
You should be knee-deep in that sofa
with some Graeter's ice cream.
Will the Graeter's help me
finish the nursery like Paul promised?
Paul is gonna finish this nursery.
Paul said that about the crib.
Paul is gonna finish that crib
after he finishes the painting...
...with Taryn on the sofa,
out of these fumes.
Now, can we please stop
this third-person bullshit?
Language. The baby hears everything. Mm.
Look here, little man.
Stop it!
Will you please kick your mother
three times to coax her to the sofa
so I can get ice cream
for the both of you?
"Yes, doctor!"
That's a very mature response for you,
but I am not a doctor.
Yet.
The city is reeling tonight
following reports
of yet another high-profile murder,
this time, Assistant DA Joshua Gregory.
The police chief is expected to hold
a news conference tomorrow afternoon.
There is nothing organic about that.
- It's all fat.
- You want me to take it back?
Don't be a smart ass.
We're here outside Gregory's home
following reports of shots fired,
- when investigators got to the scene...
- What a mess.
- Great, traffic.
- ...and discovered Gregory's body.
- In Cinci, this late? Really?
- I gotta scoot.
- What about the room?
- When I get back.
I'll knock out for a little bit,
then dive right into it.
You should just record that and play it
on a loop every time I ask.
Rest. Relax.
No murals, no Michelangelo.
- And I'll be back in the morning.
- Okay!
Pops!
Youngblood!
Big thanks.
Better hurry up, man. You'll miss it.
I ain't missin' nothin'.
Shelter’s overcrowded.
That's why I got this.
Keeps out the bugs and the thugs.
Made it myself.
- I appreciate you, Pops.
- Uh-huh.
So here's the workflow. Pediatrics
in bed one, baseball to the head.
Two and three, gang shootings.
Bed four, mystery man hit by a car.
Good lookin', too.
- He single?
- Find out for me.
Got spent brass and bullet strafing for
seven blocks. Same with the blood trail.
Got a destroyed cell phone. Still
searching the rest of the neighborhood.
Calling area hospitals now.
Masterson.
Everybody, give us a beat.
- Jones, make those calls if you can.
- Go take this outside.
I came the second I heard the call go out.
I...
I tried to stop the bleeding,
but he'd already gone too far.
Hey.
All right. You did everything you could.
Joshua was the only good thing
in that entire fucking DA's office.
I know.
Tell me you got something.
Nine mil.
Close range,
judging by the powder burns on the wall.
- At least Josh got a shot at him.
- Yeah.
But whoever took that round is out there
getting cured.
Jones is calling local hospitals now.
Regina, I know this is tough going,
but we got it handled.
Why don't you go home?
I've known you a long time, Eric,
so I say this from a place of love.
Don't ever fuckin' talk to me
like that again.
Regina, Division's got a bug up its ass
with these high-end homicides,
and they're puttin' an even bigger
bug up ours.
I just want first licks
when you catch the motherfucker.
Two hospitals in the area
have patients with GSWs.
One had someone picked up
a mile from here.
Automobile accident,
gunshot wounds discovered post-admit.
- Bingo. Want a ride?
- Abso-fucking-lutely. Thanks.
Good evenin', Mr. John Doe.
How you feelin' this evenin'?
I'm good too, thanks for askin'.
Let's go over your chart.
Gunshot wound to the abdomen, in-and-out.
Two cracked ribs, major concussion.
Huh. It's a good thing you're unconscious
so we can skip all the screamin'
you would be doin' if you were...
No, no. No! No! No!
Fuck!
- Fuck!
- 2
You gave
an excellent description of the suspect.
Anything else? Any other details?
No, it was dark. I didn't see much.
Okay.
Well, we're gonna get this guy.
Don't you worry.
I might have a couple detectives drop by
your house in the next day or so.
No. My wife's pregnant,
that'll stress her out.
We can't do that.
Can't they come here or call me?
Okay. Whatever works for you.
When is she due?
Three weeks.
Whoa! Congratulations.
Thanks.
Do you have any advice?
Uh, from the person who deliberately
decided not to have kids? Probably not.
Okay, so we're gonna transfer him
to the prison hospital tomorrow.
We'll be here to oversee that.
What did he do?
He killed a very good man.
That's my cell phone.
You think of anything at all,
you give me a call.
Anybody seen Detective Masterson?
- That way.
- Thank you.
- Paul, get out of here. Go home.
- No, I'm good. I'm just a little punchy.
Listen, no offense, sweetheart,
but you kinda got your ass handed
to you tonight.
Go home. Go see your wife.
Shit.
Hey, you.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
Mm!
Oh, what happened?
Some guy...
broke into one of my patient's room
and managed to mop the floor with me
before I could stop him.
- You got in a fight?
- No...
Baby, why would you do that?
When some guy's hammerin' on you, T,
you can't really tell him to stop, right?
You are about to be a father.
- I can't do this without you.
- Okay. Okay. Okay.
- I love you.
- I love you.
Mm.
Now Daddy gotta pee.
Come on, let me help you up.
Mm. One, two, three!
Here...
- Don't move.
- Mm.
- Uh... Put some ice on that.
- Yeah.
Paul? Paul!
Paul!
No!
Paul!
Hm?
- Paul! Oh!
- Taryn, where are you?
No!
- Taryn? Baby, where are you?
- Paul!
This is your fault.
You got involved.
What do you want?
For you to listen to me very carefully.
If you hurt her... Oh!
Oh, shit! Okay, okay! I'm sorry.
- Please!
- Don't fucking interrupt me again!
- Okay. Okay.
- Listen to me.
- Go to the hospital, get my brother out.
- Please.
Talk to anyone, you talk to the police,
she dies.
- You fuck with me at all, she dies.
- Please don't hurt her, sir. Please!
Hello?
Taryn?
Hello? Fuck!
♪ The bill collectors
They ring my phone ♪
♪ And scare my wife when I'm not home ♪
♪ Got a bum education
Double-digit inflation ♪
♪ Can't take the train to the job
There's a strike at the station ♪
♪ Neon King Kong standin' on my back ♪
♪ Can't stop to turn around
Broke my sacroiliac ♪
♪ A mid-range migraine
Cancered membrane ♪
♪ Sometimes I think I'm goin' insane
I swear I might hijack a plane! ♪
♪ Don't push me
’Cause I'm close to the edge ♪
♪ I'm tryin' not to lose my head ♪
♪ It's like a jungle sometimes ♪
♪ It makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under ♪
♪ It's like a jungle sometimes ♪
♪ It makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under ♪
Rough night?
Wait, are you the nurse who got jumped?
Thought you were a chick.
Yeah, I need to take him downstairs.
- Imaging.
- Imaging?
Yeah, X-ray, MRI.
Wherever he goes, I go.
Whatever you say, officer.
What's that?
- That is his life support.
- It wasn't on before.
Well, if somethin' happens to him between
here and imaging...
it's my ass, not yours.
So, would you mind gettin' the door?
...take him to urinalysis
for backup...
- How's the driving today?
- Slow going...
They're concerned about possible
infection.
They're gonna run an IV,
probably for another two hours or so,
and just see how...
Dr. Smith! Dr. Smith.
- It feels all right...
- Okay.
- Well, it'll get better.
- Yeah, I could...
All right, just get your balance.
Either put your foot down
or get up here and stretch that leg...
Where are we goin'?
I told you. Imaging.
- It's lit for P3.
- There's a different elevator for imaging.
So, I read the jacket on the perp.
You gonna tell me what's not inside?
Abraham Guevara.
Abe and his brother Mateo
are street mercenaries for hire.
Currently, that gruesome twosome
are freelancing for Big D.
Word out of county is Abe owes
Big D for some big dope score,
a traphouse he took down.
And how does this scumbag
figure into Josh's murder?
Only Guevara's got those answers.
What's happening?
It's his heart. He's in V-fib.
- Get the defibrillator.
- What?
The box underneath!
Okay.
Sorry, officer.
- Where is he?
- He should be here.
This will get you going.
Shit! Okay, calm down. Hey.
Calm down, all right?
It'll hurt like a motherfucker,
but I'll get you out.
- Take it easy.
- Where's...
Look, here we go. Come on, come on.
You're in a hospital and I'm your nurse,
all right?
I'm gonna give you some Toradol and
a little morphine for the pain, all right?
The Toradol...
All right.
Here comes the good stuff, all right?
Okay.
- And here's the morphine.
- Okay.
There you go.
Hey! Hey!
Pull up security footage from
the third floor, now.
- Do you have officers on the exits?
- Yes.
- How many?
- Six in total.
Come on! We gotta see the footage.
I'mma get you out of here,
but I need you to walk for me.
My stuff, where is it?
- Where are my clothes?
- Uh, your brother has 'em.
- My brother?
- Yeah.
Right, all right!
Calm down. Look, your brother has my wife!
I need to get you to him
to get my wife back.
I want no other part of this shit,
all right?
All right.
All right.
Come on, let's go.
Oh, stop!
Right there. Right there, look.
Who's that with the suspect?
Paul Booker.
Where is that elevator now?
Uh, bottom floor, parking level three.
- The emergency stop is engaged.
- Got it.
- Gimme the keys, I'm driving.
- No, I'm driving.
Give me the keys or your wife is dead.
I'm driving.
- Fair enough.
- Watch the gun.
Fuck.
Oh, fuck.
- Hey. Hey.
- He good?
Oh... Oh, shit!
- What?
- It's them. I'm on 'em!
All right, hang tight. Masterson!
Hey, this is my car, not a rental.
- Hey, man, why don't you slow down, okay?
- Shut up. Don't be a pussy.
Hey, slow the fuck down!
Get that fucking gun off me
before it goes off.
- Put it down!
- Shit. Okay, okay.
Hold on.
- Oh, shit. It's a garage!
- Shut up! Stop crying!
- There's nobody behind us, slow down!
- Stop crying!
It's a really nice car.
But you're drivin' it too hard.
Just slow down. Whoa!
Whoa, whoa, wait. Whoa! Shit.
What the fuck?
Swipe the other side.
No, flip it, try the other side.
It's not working.
- "Janet."
- Shit.
They must've deactivated it.
I was usin' hers to get you out.
- Shit!
- "They must've deactivated this shit."
Police! Stop!
Down! Down!
- This is my car, man! You hit a cop!
- Where are we going?
- A cop!
- I heard you the first time! Where?
I don't know!
He said to call when you were out.
If he does anything
to my wife or my baby...
- Wait, what?
- My wife's pregnant.
Fuck. Get him on the phone!
- Shit. Okay, okay, okay.
- Get him on the phone!
Yeah.
- Hey, you good?
- Shit!
Yeah, I... I fucked up.
- I tried to get you out of there.
- No, man, no, man, it's okay.
I'm out. I'm out, all right? I'm okay.
You got the flash drive?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah.
I got it. I got it on me.
That's good. Good boy.
You keep that thing close
to you, understand?
- Keep it safe.
- Put my wife on speaker phone.
- Shut up.
- Put her on.
- Shut the fuck up!
- All right, all right!
- Where the fuck are you?
- I'm in the, uh... In the bus station.
- West entrance.
- Wait, listen.
- The woman, she's okay, yeah?
- She's fine. She's fine.
She's... She's here with me.
Make sure she's okay, understand?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. What about Big D?
- What about Big D? Did he contact you?
- Yeah.
We owe him. A lot.
I know.
I'll fuckin' handle it, straighten it out.
Listen to me, put the woman
on the phone for a second, okay?
- Hello?
- Here, man.
Hello, baby. You okay?
Paul, where are you? What is going on?
- Are you okay? Did he hurt you?
- I'm fine, um...
I'm comin' for you, all right?
- Hang up.
- I love you.
- Hang up!
- I love you too, baby. Bye.
Relax. It's okay.
I swear to God,
- if he does anything to my fucking wife...
- Shut up!
You do what I say when I fuckin' say,
you'll be fine, all right?
Oh, shit. Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
- What?
- Oh, my God. I'm having contractions.
- Don't move. Don't move.
- I need to lie down.
All right.
- Stop it! Stop it!
- No! Let me fucking go!
- Get the fuck off me!
- Stop it!
- Fucking...
- Stop!
Stop!
I don't wanna hurt either of you.
So don't make me.
Please don't make me.
- Hey!
- The whole time last night.
- Yeah! I was tryin' to tell you!
- Yeah?
You got it, man.
Don't hang around here no more.
Take five!
You got another shirt?
No, just the jacket.
Put it on.
Why?
- Where are you goin' with my shoes?
- Just stay in the fuckin' car.
Man, I think you could rehab.
- What?
- Yeah!
Why you gonna
do somethin' like that?
Stay in the fucking car, please.
Fuckin' manners, you dick.
Yo, that'll be $70.
Forget about that!
Why would Booker help
a scumbag like Guevara?
The dope score he's sittin' on?
That's half a million reasons why.
Nah, he's got a pregnant wife,
got a steady job.
He's not the type to throw it all away
for a cash grab.
Hey.
Why aren't you telling me how the
Guevaras are connected to the DA's office?
Abe's brother, Mateo...
was staring down a ten-year stretch
at the state pen.
So Abe offered Josh Gregory a deal.
A flash drive loaded with evidence
in exchange for his brother's freedom.
What kind of evidence?
The kind that will take down
a lot of dirty cops.
Uniform, detectives' division, brass.
All of 'em.
Homicide?
Me?
We had to dive into every division.
Joshua vouched for you and
I vouched for you, given our... history.
Our history. Oh, you mean us fucking
on and off for five years?
You mean us living together?
You're an ass.
I just wanna thank you so much
for vouching for me,
for all your support with the fucking DA!
Look. You're clean.
That's all I care about.
What the fuck is this dude doin'?
- Get out.
- Why?
'Cause they gave me a piece of shit car.
That's why.
Go home, Paul.
What?
No!
No, man, no...
Can't give away my...
- Go home now.
- No.
You don't wanna get involved in this shit,
Paul. Let me handle it.
Not without my wife.
Shit.
- I'm going with you.
- First time you ever pull a trigger?
- Yeah, so?
- Yeah?
You're shakin'.
You should be worried about that.
Well, go ahead and shoot me.
Shoot yourself.
But remember to shoot the Toradol
before the morphine.
Too much Toradol, kidney failure.
Too much morphine, you slip into a coma.
But I'm sure you can figure that out,
smart guy.
Pick up your shit and let's go...
nurse.
Last call,
the 11:05 for Syracuse is now boarding.
All passengers are required to...
- Mateo.
- Yo.
I'm walkin' in now.
Matty, listen to me. We're comin' in
from the Fourth Street side. Mateo?
You there?
You see me?
- No.
- You got two cops to your six.
Okay? So keep comin' to me. Keep comin'...
- You're breakin' up.
- On...
- Where are you?
- I'm right here. I'm...
- What?
- You hear me?
I can't hear you.
- Keep... straight... toward...
- What?
Stop, stop, stop. Stop, stop.
Go back, go back.
Turn around. Turn around.
It's a trap. They made us.
- Can you hear me?
- What?
They're here. Go back to the warehouse.
...here... meet me... do what I... now...
Mateo? Mateo! Oh, fuck it.
Taryn!
Abe!
Go! Run!
Keep moving, keep moving.
Go! Go!
Hey! Hey!
Come back! Hey!
- Hey, hey! Stop running, stop running.
- No, no, no!
We need to get you out of here.
It's not safe.
Watch your back!
- Go, go!
- Wait! No!
Go.
Black Mercedes.
Put the seat back! I need to see.
Oh, shit.
Shit.
Oh, fuck.
Oh!
Get down!
- Oh, God!
- You okay?
Yeah.
Yeah.
- What the fuck was that, man?
- Shut up. Let me think.
- What's goin' on?
- Get in here. Check this door.
Check this door.
- Fuck.
- We need a key.
Camera, camera, camera.
- Don't look up!
- Oh, shit.
- Uh...
- Come on. I need a shot.
- Get it ready.
- No.
- No?
- No. No, this stops here.
- I'm not givin' you anything.
- Give me a shot,
- or you'll get your own fucking shot.
- What the...
If you don't keep me goin',
your wife is dead.
I saw on the news about you
and your brother killin' the assistant DA.
- Oh, Jesus.
- You gotta turn yourself in.
Do you just constantly say stupid shit?
You know, I...
I bet you your wife kidnapped herself.
Come on.
You're goin' to jail.
Everybody knows your face.
You and your stupid brother.
- Oh, is that right?
- Yeah.
If I'm goin' to jail,
you're comin' with me, pal.
My brother's in the breeze. Hit me.
Thank you.
I'm just doin' my job.
♪ I saw you ♪
♪ And him, and him ♪
♪ Walking in the rain ♪
- What the fuck? What are you doing?
- ♪ You were holding hands and I'll ♪
♪ Never be the same ♪
♪ Tossing and turning ♪
♪ Another sleepless night ♪
♪ The rain crashes
Against my window pane ♪
♪ Jumped into my car ♪
♪ Didn't drive too far ♪
♪ That moment, I knew ♪
♪ I would never be the same ♪
♪ I saw you ♪
♪ And him, and him ♪
♪ Walking in the rain ♪
♪ You were holding hands and I'll ♪
♪ Never be the same ♪
♪ I saw you ♪
♪ And him ♪
♪ Walking in the rain ♪
♪ You were holding hands and I'll ♪
♪ Never be the same ♪
No. No. No. No.
- Search him.
- What?
Search him.
Weapon. Weapon.
- He's a cop.
- I know he is.
Come on.
I want it buffed and polished
with a fine chamois.
No streaks.
And the rims detailed.
Excuse me, ma'am.
Get the fuck out, please.
- Get out.
- I have pepper spray in my purse.
I have a gun in my pants.
What kind of fucking car wash is this?
Take a left!
- It's the opposite direction.
- I know. They just jacked a PT Cruiser
from a car wash,
heading north towards Central.
...considered armed and dangerous.
Code 215.
Last seen southbound...
- Shit, 215?
- Carjacking.
- Shit.
- Does this piece of shit go any faster?
You were the genius that got
a PT fucking Cruiser.
You got the PT Cruiser.
♪ The US bombs cruisin' overhead ♪
Fuck.
- Shit.
- ♪ There goes my love rocket red ♪
What are you doing?
Oh, shit!
- If you wanna drive, drive!
- ♪ Shoot it up ♪
♪ Shoot it up ♪
- There! Right there!
- Got it.
- Shit. It's a cop!
- Yeah, cops. Lose 'em.
♪ Blaster bomb bomb overhead ♪
Oh!
♪ Amondo teeno giving ♪
- Oh, shit.
- Fucking kill me.
♪ Shoot it up ♪
Lose them!
Oh, shit.
- Turn, turn!
- ♪ Shoot it up ♪
- Jesus.
- He's still on us.
I want you to turn here.
♪ Hold me, shake me, I'm all shook up ♪
♪ Go, go, go, go, go ♪
♪ Psycho maniac interblend ♪
When I tell you to, I want you to crank
the wheel as hard as you can to the right.
Ready, right?
♪ Shoot it up ♪
♪ Shoot it up ♪
♪ Shoot it up ♪
Now!
Come on, man. Let me call her.
Shit, the phone's dead.
We gotta get off the streets, man.
- Pops.
- What?
- Follow me.
- Where you goin'?
Follow me.
Hey!
Inside.
We can lose them inside.
Hey, no cuts, man!
- Come on, bro!
- Come on!
Get back.
Pops!
Youngblood!
Ma'am...
Come on, these boys gon' feel good!
Fuck!
I'm sorry.
For what?
Having a gun on it.
Him. And are you seriously gonna smoke
right now?
Oh. Yeah, shit, I'm sorry.
Mateo, right?
Yeah.
Mateo.
I don't know what this is.
I don't even know
who's chasing you, but...
I know that none of this
is good for me and my baby.
You have to let us go.
He said wait, so we wait.
Why are you doing this?
- Why?
- It's what we've always done.
It's how we've survived.
He said everything would be okay.
What if it isn't?
♪ It's all goin' on ♪
♪ I got it on ♪
♪ Walk by my street ♪
♪ Walk by, walk by my street ♪
Some real Metal Gear Solid shit.
What the fuck is that?
Metal Gear Solid. Solid Snake?
It's a video game.
Sorry, I'm a grown-up. I don't play games.
Maybe you should try. It'd help you
with your aggression problems.
- So would punching you in the face.
- That's exactly my point.
Let me see it.
Put some pressure on it.
We'll take a better look once we stop.
- This guy's not gonna rat us out, is he?
- No, man. He's an old patient of mine.
He used to come in
with self-inflicted stab wounds
and I made a deal with him.
You know,
coffee at the end of every shift...
Okay, all right.
This whole fuckin' Hallmark story
is not gonna help us find your wife
any faster.
No offense.
You really are a fuckin' dick.
I'm not a dick,
you just tell shitty stories.
It's not about the story, it's about Pops!
I don't give a fuck about Pops. "Pops"?
I don't give a shit about you.
I barely give a shit about your wife.
- You don't give a shit about anything.
- No!
- You're just a big bad man, right?
- Yeah.
Yeah, you give a shit about Mateo, right?
Yeah, that's why you're workin'
so fuckin' hard to get him back.
This way. This way, come on.
Come on, relax. In here.
Relax. Sit down.
When my brother's here, you can go.
Come on, pick up, pick up, pick up.
The subscriber you've dialed
- has a voicemail that has not...
- Fuck.
God damn it!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Get yourself somethin' to eat, man.
Thanks for the help.
All right!
Like fuckin' herpes I need this.
Hey, Cheetah, man,
I need wheels and a solid.
Cops and Big D want you dead, homie.
You ain't got a fuckin' prayer.
You owe me, Cheetah. Let me in.
- Stay here.
- Where are you going?
I'm gonna go talk to the fat guy.
Stay here.
Cheetah, nice piñata, man.
That's Kushie. Knows all, sees all.
Gotta get crafty for
these bust-ass stick-up kids.
Who's that?
That's the solid.
- Fuck, no!
- You still owe me
for the riot in Soledad.
- Oh, here we go.
- You bet your ass, here we go.
You always about that old shit.
Bitch, you started that riot!
I saved your big ass.
Don't fuckin' forget it.
And who fuckin' went to solitary?
I did.
You owe me, Cheetah.
- You ain't gotta get into that.
- No, I aint.
- Kinda shady?
- Masterson.
Forget it.
It's Booker. He's with Abe.
- Let's go.
- You done great.
We fuckin' all evens up now.
And you make it right with Big D.
Well...
that's gonna take a minute, Cheetah.
I can't believe you took
his trap down, dog. Why?
Why? I needed the money, man.
He wasn't loanin' it to me.
I got other fuckin' killers
I gotta pay down, man.
Eddie Ash, Skeet, fuckin' Teardrop.
And ain't a one of them names
move as much air as Big D.
Yeah, but I can't have these motherfuckers
- chasin' me and Mateo down the road.
- So you rob...
...the craziest motherfucker in the city?
Yeah. Yeah, I did.
- A'ight.
- A'ight.
Ah, come on.
Come on!
I'mma take care of Big D.
- Don't worry about it.
- Yeah.
Why weren't you answering?
Where's my wife?
- A'ight.
- A'ight.
Backup units, no lights or sirens.
Ten-four.
Out back. Honda Civic, half a tank.
No Range Rover?
- Put him on!
- Tell me where she is and I will.
- You ain't demanding shit.
- Hey!
Don't fuckin' say another word.
Don't move.
- Shit.
- Give it to me. Who are you talking to?
- Give me that fuck...
- Oh!
- Shit!
- Get that bullshit outta here!
You shut the fuck up.
- Who the fuck are you talking to?
- Enough. Hello?
Put my brother on the fucking phone!
No, no, no, hey, it's me.
It's me, calm down. Calm down. Be cool.
- Be cool, Mateo.
- Don't fuckin' tell me to be cool.
Wait a minute.
This is all bad. Okay?
The news, Big D, the radio.
- We gotta go.
- Hey, I got it under control.
- We're waiting for backup, right?
- It's taking too long, let's go.
God damn it, Regina.
Listen, I'm comin' to get you.
We're gonna make some payments
and get the fuck out of town.
No one will be able to find us.
- I need you to stay cool, though.
- Oh, no.
- Everything's okay.
- We gotta go, now!
All right. Stay put. I'll see you soon.
You motherfucker.
What did you do?
I...
I warned you!
What's wrong?
I think I'm goin' into labor. Ooh.
- Motherfucker.
- I want my wife back.
Well, you just fucking killed your wife,
you stupid fuck.
- Police! Get the fuck down!
- Get down! Get down!
Get down! Get down!
- Get the fuck down!
- Get down!
- Hands in the air!
- Stay on the ground.
- Hands up!
- Get the fuck down!
- Show me your fucking gun!
- Stay down!
- Show me!
- Don't move!
- Stay still!
- They have my wife.
- Get the fuck down.
- Okay!
Fuckin' Abe!
- Show me your hands, now!
- I am.
- Hands up!
- Shit!
No, no!
Get the fuck down!
Down! Now!
All right.
Now, where's the fuckin' drive?
Don't have it. Shoot me, I don't.
Jones, get in here. Search him.
Don't fuckin' move.
Oh, you fuck.
- It ain't on him.
- Get his piece.
- Don't fuckin' move.
- Give it to me.
All right. Take this
- and close the fuckin' door.
- Lewis...
All right.
You hear me now?
Okay. Where's the fuckin' drive, Guevara?
I know you have it and I want it.
You gonna make this look like
a homicide, too, Lewis?
Just like you did with the DA?
You got there the second
you heard a call go out?
You were there all alone.
Christ, you killed Josh.
I'm not goin' down, not for anyone.
Not even you, Eric.
You a cop killer now?
You a cop killer now, Reg?
Well...
Fuck it, then.
Just don't mi...
Oh, God!
Oh, fuck.
Okay.
You think I'm playin' now?
Are you fuckin' stupid?
Where's the drive?
Aaah.
Go fuck yourself.
Unit four, ten-23 at pawn shop.
Okay. Jones!
Get over here.
Okay, I'm gonna stall the units outside.
Guevara shot Masterson, you shot him.
Booker's collateral damage, got it?
On him.
Grab the security camera footage,
bag everything else.
- I don't know. I...
- Hey, hey, hey.
This doesn't have to be perfect,
just believable.
I got you.
Hey, we're gonna set up a nice police fund
for your wife and kid.
Fuck!
Paul.
Paul.
Paul!
Move!
Give me the keys.
Fuck.
Fuck!
They got Jones.
Okay, get a bus in here, now.
Air evac, I don't give a fuck.
Officers, get your units out back.
You two, with me.
God damn it!
Okay, see if you can get a make
on the vehicle. Go, now.
Dispatch, suspects fled scene
in an unknown stolen vehicle.
- I got something.
- Oh!
What do I do?
Roll it up and put it
behind my shoulders.
- Okay.
- Here.
Okay, lean back.
Is that better? Is that good?
- It's better.
- Okay.
- Thank you.
- All right.
Hey, can I...
Can I... Do... Do you mind if I...
He moved. He...
He fucking moved.
Mateo...
Trying to keep this little guy safe.
Yeah. I know, I just can't...
I just can't do anything
without my brother.
Fuck.
Well, then you're gonna
have to deliver this baby.
You.
And what happens
if somethin' happens to my baby?
Do you understand that, then,
you are gonna have to kill me,
because I wouldn't wanna be here.
I wouldn't be able to live.
Don't say that. Don't say that. I'm not...
- Mateo.
- I...
- I don't want anything to happen to you.
- Oof.
I'm in pain.
And I need help.
Please.
- Please.
- Okay.
Okay, I'm gonna take you to the hospital.
- Yes, yes, yes.
- Huh?
- Yes, yes.
- You want me to take you to the hospital?
- Yes, come on.
- Okay, okay.
- Let me call my brother first.
- No. no.
- I gotta call my...
- No, no, don't call him.
- I have to call him.
- Mateo.
- You don't have to call him.
- I promise.
- Just take me.
- I'll come back.
You stay there, okay?
It's okay, it's okay.
Please don't answer. Please don't...
Fuck.
Ah! Fuck.
- Where's the fuckin' drive?
- Fuck you.
Oh, yeah?
Where's the fuckin' drive?
Okay, okay, I got it.
I got it. It's in my pocket.
It's in my pocket.
It's right here.
Hey, asshole.
You gonna shoot a pregnant woman, huh?
You fuckin' pussy.
- Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
- Hey, hey, hey, relax!
- I shot a fucking cop. It's your fault!
- Not a cop. He's a fucking scumbag.
- Oh, shit.
- He's a bad guy. He's a murderer.
If you didn't shoot him, somebody would.
- I never...
- He's not a cop, man.
- He's a killer with a badge.
- Oh, shit.
- Gonna get us killed. Wanna see your wife?
- Yeah.
- I want to.
- We go to the warehouse.
- Just drive, you're not going to jail.
- Gonna be sick.
- You did what you had to.
- No.
- You did.
- I'm gonna puke.
- Don't fucking puke, don't puke on me.
- Oh, shit. Fuck!
Taryn!
Taryn!
Fuck.
- No...
- Taryn!
- Fuck.
- Taryn!
Fuck.
Abe?
No.
- Abe?
- Aaah!
No!
No! Fuck!
Help him. Fuck!
- Help him, help him! What do we do?
- Uh...
- What do we do? Come on, man. Hey, man.
- Okay.
Hey, baby.
He's lost a lot of blood. Uh,
take the blanket and apply pressure.
Okay, okay, okay. I got you, good.
I got you, baby. I got you, you're good.
You're all right. Look at me.
Look at me. Look at me. You're fine.
They... They took your wife.
- Sh.
- Where?
- Uh, I don't know.
- Fix him, man. Fix him. Fix him.
If I give him a shot,
I won't have one for you.
I don't care! Do it, do it, do it!
I got you, baby.
Look at me, stay with me.
You're okay, man. Look at me. You're okay.
- Just bleedin' a little bit, all right?
- He's lost a lot of blood.
There's nothin' I can do.
- Am I goin'?
- No, man, you ain't goin', all right?
- Am I goin'?
- Look at me. You're fine, man.
- You ain't goin' anywhere.
- I can't feel anything.
- That's okay, I want you to relax.
- The pain's gone.
That's good. That's good, all right.
I want you to just relax.
Okay, I'm gonna get you all cleaned up.
- I'm here for you now. All right?
- Okay.
- All right?
- I didn't tell them shit.
- Didn't fucking tell them nothing.
- I didn't tell 'em shit.
We don't do that fuckin' shit.
Hey, look at me, look at me.
Remember as a kid,
you were afraid of the dark?
- Mm.
- What'd I tell you?
- To close my eyes. Close my eyes.
- Close your eyes.
Close your eyes, Mat.
- You're okay. I'm gonna take care of you.
- Okay.
- Close your eyes.
- Okay.
Let your mind go, Matty.
Let your mind go. Let your mind go.
I'm gonna get you outta here, okay?
I want you to relax.
We're gonna get out of here.
I'm gonna get you out of here, okay?
Okay, hold on to me.
Ssssh. Sssssh.
Breathe.
I want you to relax
and let your mind go.
You let your mind go.
You're okay.2
You're okay now.
I got you, I got you.
Okay, okay. Now you're okay, Mat.
You told him he was gonna live.
Yeah.
Why?
I gave him what anybody would want, man.
- What he never had.
- What?
Hope.
I gave him hope.
Oh, I got you, Mat.
You're okay.
You're okay.
- I heard about Jones.
- Yeah.
We'll mourn later. Right now,
I need you on evidence.
Everything seized from the pawn shop
gets vouched here first.
And I want to see that Guermo footage
before you wipe it.
This is Robbery-Homicide's show now,
we don't need Narco buttin' in.
The woman's having complications.
Aren't we all?
Bring her in.
You know, there's a pharmacy
around the corner.
I know the staff there,
I can get you some painkillers.
You got a name for that baby?
We haven't thought of one for him yet.
Him?
Yeah.
Move.
Go.
You know, my old man used to beat the shit
out of my mother.
Used to do it to her, used to do it to me.
When my brother was born, it got worse.
One night, she got tired of gettin'
the shit kicked out of her,
so she shot him in the head
when he was sleepin'.
She died in prison.
I raised my brother from that point on.
Where are you goin'?
I'm going to kill 'em. All of 'em.
And what about my wife?
Pick up a weapon, man.
And do what? Go gunnin' for cops?
They're dirty cops.
Which will matter a few months
from now in a courtroom,
- long after we're shot dead.
- What other fuckin' choice you got?
They got your wife.
Your baby.
Everybody says they'd do anything
for their fuckin' family.
Well, this is as fucking
"anything" as it gets right now, pal.
Pick up the gun.
Kushie.
What?
The piñata, the stupid piñata
at Cheetah's place.
- Oh, the fuckin' camera.
- Yeah.
Lewis would've took that shit
into evidence.
Yeah, so how the hell do we get it back?
Can I get you something? Water? Juice?
What is this, a fucking flight?
I need a doctor, bitch.
No, I can't help you with that.
You know, I... I met your husband.
I can see why you married him.
Did you kill him?
No.
But Paul, or the felon he sprung from
the hospital, killed one of mine.
In a way, two of mine.
♪ Aah ♪
♪ Real muthaphuckkin' G's ♪
Man, she was,
like, crazy all night, though.
Yo...
I don't know, man...
Yo, yo. Hold up.
What the fuck is this?
♪ Hey, yo, doctor
Here's another proper track ♪
♪ And it's phat, watch the sniper
Time to pay the piper ♪
♪ And let that real shit provoke ♪
I'm here to see D.
♪ Youse a wannabe loc ♪
- Yo, D!
- ♪ I hope that your fans understand ♪
♪ When you talk about sprayin' me ♪
♪ The same records that you're makin'
Is payin' me ♪
- ♪ Mothafuck Dre, mothafuck Snoop ♪
- I see motherfuckin' dead people.
♪ Yo, and here comes my left blow ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y E ♪
- I can't believe this.
You got some fuckin' balls, comin' here.
Teardrop called me, said you dropped
60,000 on nigga kitchen table.
My 60,000.
So you're payin' off all these mark-ass
bitches, some of them my enemies,
with my motherfuckin' money?
Then you got the sack
to show up on my front step.
♪ All of a sudden, Dr Dre is a G thang ♪
Cancel this motherfucker.
- Shoot him.
- Whoa, whoa.
I got half what I owe you
in that bag.
Show him.
I got better than the other half
in my pocket right here.
♪ Every day it's a new rapper ♪
♪ Claimin' to be dapper than the Dresta ♪
♪ Smoother than a bitch
But portray the role of gangsta ♪
You got Cheetah bodied.
Even with this little punk-ass interest,
you still wind up in the red, playa.
- Hey, hey, hey.
- Oh, shit!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Whoa! What the fuck is that?
Hey, man, calm down.
Calm down. It's proof.
It's a flash drive, man.
Everybody, chill out. Chill the fuck out.
Lookin' all scared for?
Put the gun down.
Lewis and those three fuckin' clowns from
the police commission are all mobbed up.
Murder for hire, drug rips, all kinds
of bullshit, everything. In here.
Dirty cops is yesterday's
fuckin' fresh fish. Who gives a fuck?
Secret bank accounts, man.
Passwords, access to those bank accounts.
You give a fuck.
♪ Since I got stripes
I got the right to rap about that ♪
♪ But niggas like you, I gotta hate ya
'Cause I'm just tired ♪
This motherfucker Wikipedia-ed me.
Shut the fuck up.
- How much?
- A lot more than I owe you, man.
♪ Wearin' khakis and mob while you rhyme ♪
Why you ain't just drop that verse
when you rolled up?
- This tense shit!
- Why'd you get the guns out?
You got the motherfuckin' fake grenade
and shit. Get the bag.
Motherfuckers ready to get grimy.
Go on inside, man.
- Hold on, who the fuck is this?
- My doctor.
- Your doctor?
- Yeah, he's the best in the business.
- Stitched me up. I got clipped.
- You a doctor, nigga?
I told you, he's my doctor.
Like a real life road-dog.
The realest.
♪ Motherfuckin' actors, prankstas ♪
That's some cool shit. I like that.
Come on, road-dog. Inside, man.
Motherfucking road-dog.
Come on. Go, go, go, go, go.
Don't you have a family, Lieutenant?
You're lookin' at it.
At least, what's left of it.
Right here.
Fuck.
Wipe it.
Let's call Paul.
Welcome to Casa del D.
Trying to teach these young bucks there's
a world of cinema besides Scarface.
They gettin' the hang of it.
It's Friedkin week on TCM.
Y'all some real movie fans, huh?
Catchin' the end of
To Live and Die in LA.
My motherfuckin' favorite!
You ever seen it? Anybody?
Anyway...
All right, peep this real quick.
Shareholders' meetin'. Dining room.
♪ Ho-la, ho-la, hey ♪
♪ Ho-la, ho-la, hey ♪
♪ Rollin', rollin', roll ♪
- Hello.
- Paul?
- Paul?
- Baby, I'm here.
Uh, wh... where'd they take you?
I don't know, I'm...
I'm here with the cops.
Tell him.
Paul...
- The baby's coming.
- What?
We're in the same pinch, Paul.
Neither of us wants to be where we are.
- No, you killed a cop.
- So did you.
We're both just responding
to external pressures.
I'm beholden to certain people
and how they want things done.
- You saw his brother? Mateo?
- Yeah.
Well, they want me to do the same thing
to your wife.
They want me to put a bullet
through her head.
I don't have to run down my reasons why,
or rationalize why I do the things I do.
You see the things I've seen, and tell me
how much you think the thin blue line
that exists between you and chaos
really costs,
and how much we should all pay for it.
You tried to kill me and you kidnapped
my wife today.
Maybe I should check in with you tomorrow.
Your wife doesn't have till tomorrow.
Corner of Forest and Central.
You've got an hour.
- So that's the plan?
- You got a better idea?
- I got some notes.
- You sure my wife is there?
My guy on the inside
says she's in Narco.
Evidence building,
and that shit's locked down.
Look, is that all y'all need?
Just the pop off and the uniforms.
Can you get that video?
They didn't bust into that piñata,
we're good.
So, just for the sake of transparency
and shit,
what really happened when you
went inside the assistant DA's crib?
Man, they had my brother cold.
He was lookin' at ten years mandatory.
Matty wouldn't have lasted a week inside,
so I had to make a deal.
The drive for my brother.
Exchange had to be in person, on the DL.
I went to his house.
These fuckin' dirty cops
that Lewis was running, they...
They got the drop, clipped the DA...
tried to frame me for it.
That's when shit got complicated.
Hold up., hold up.
How the fuck the good doctor get here?
I got him out of the hospital.
Oh.
You see this?
Now, that's the type of shit
I wanna direct.
Wait for it. Wait for it.
Not yet, not yet. Wait for it.
That's it! That's cinema!
That's how you make a motherfuckin' movie!
See? When this shit came out,
it should have been number one.
No, motherfuckers wanna see
lightsabers and shit.
- This the real shit. Friedkin.
- Straight up.
So, when's she due?
Now.
Now?
- Yeah.
- Like, right now?
Yeah.
Shit.
- You got kids?
- I got eight.
Eight kids?
Couldn't pull out a parking space.
Oh, shit!
Special delivery.
You've been deputized.
That's for you.
Couldn't get the EMT,
but hope that shit works.
Wardrobe, baby.
All right, warriors,
let's go out and play.
- Yo, come on.
- You're up!
Come on.
- Oh!
- Oh!
- Let's go, baby!
- Five! Check it out. My ball.
- Let's go.
- All right.
Red Five, standin' by.
Camera A, get the one.
Get out the car!
- Camera B, two T's.
- Copy that.
All cameras in position.
- Let's light 'em up. On my cue.
- Got it.
That it?
Yeah.
All things considered,
the EMT is usually the first to show up.
That's how we'll get you in.
After that, it's up to you.
Up here!
Cue the car.
And... action!
Keep up! Keep up!
Whoa!
Flame on.
Hey!
Shit, watch it!
Boom!
Yippee-ki-yay-yay, motherfucker!
That's the way we do it!
- Anybody in there?
- Check the other side!
Hey! Stay back!
- I need you people to get back!
- 911. What's your emergency?
Yes, I need to report an explosion.
Yes, uh, in front of the police station
on Clifton and Main.
It looks like people are hurt.
Could you please send help? Thank you.
- Hey, just move over there.
- Move back!
Everybody back!
- And now we on fire.
- Hey, so what's this from?
Assault on Precinct 13?
No, motherfucker.
Spartacus, with a dash of Christine.
Ah, okay. All right.
Go get the money shot.
I don't want all that shit
on wides, either. Close-ups.
All nearby units, please respond.
Explosion near police headquarters.
Ten-18, urgent call.
Ambulance has been dispatched.
- Come on.
- Back it up!
Officer. Look at the camera!
Yeah, whatever, man.
- Right, here...
- Just go through.
Yeah, this is a movie!
- Officer!
- I'm not gonna tell you again.
Here we go.
Doctor.
Officer.
Fuck.
- Interview me, I saw it.
- All right. Coming through.
I'll be the same...
Hold on.
Sorry, officer, I'm a doctor.
He's hurt, I gotta get him inside.
A moment, please.
I gotta get him inside. Sorry, officer.
No, no, no!
Hey.
Ah, ah, ah.
Walk. Walk.
Hands.
Hands.
Keep 'em there.
Don't move.
This...
Hey. Hey, wait!
Fuck.
Get in. Get inside.
Get inside.
Paul!
Paul!
Paul!
Sit down.
You think killin' me is gonna make
any difference?
Do you even know how high up
this thing goes?
You'll never be done with it.
Don't you get it?
We don't get to make
those kind of decisions.
Well, well, well.
I made mine.
You're fucked.
You're gonna be lookin' over
your fuckin' shoulder
for the rest of your life.
Yeah. But you know
who's not gonna be there?
You!
Shoot yourself.
According to the fire chief, it almost...
Yo, check this shit out.
- The money shot.
- Yeah, we got it.
It's a wrap.
Now, that's a Big D production.
- Put it back!
- Yo, yo!
And... cut.
- Nice.
- Not too bad.
- The flame went... Crazy.
- Yeah.
- What happened?
- I don't know.
- It was crazy.
- Did you see it?
I was walking by.
Hey, you want an Emmy?
I need you to air this.
Her name is Regina Lewis. Detective.
Oh. I don't think I have a cord for this.
I'll... I'll make it work. Totally got it.
You're welcome.
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Mm-hm ♪
♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa ♪
♪ When your world
Is full of strange arrangements ♪
♪ And gravity won't pull you through ♪
- ♪ You know ♪
- Paul!
All right, baby. I'm comin', all right?
Come on, come on, come on.
Here we go, here we go.
All right. Here we go.
I need you to push for me, okay?
Just relax and breathe, all right?
Here we go. All right.
You ready? I love you so much.
You ready? Here we go.
Look at me. I'm right here.
I don't want to have him here.
I know you don't want to have it here,
but we don't have a choice. Breathe.
Come on.
In a surprising turn of events,
we just received new information
on the pawn shop shooting
that occurred in the OTR earlier today.
Detective Regina Lewis,
part of Homicide Division,
is currently being sought for questioning
on the deaths of two officers,
as well as connections
to last night's murder...
I want a clean sweep of
the whole place. Upstairs, downstairs.
Two teams! All out!
He's gotta be here somewhere.
Once you've cleared a room, lock it up.
I don't want him circling back.
Let's go!
♪ At the seams ♪
♪ Your reason for livin's
Your reason for leavin' ♪
♪ Don't ask me what it means ♪
♪ Who got the look? ♪
♪ I don't know the answer
To that question ♪
♪ Where's the look? ♪
♪ If I knew, I would tell you ♪
♪ What's the look? ♪
♪ Look, for your information ♪
♪ Yes there's one thing
Yes, one thing that still holds true ♪
You ready? Here we go.
- Push. There you go!
- ♪ That's the look ♪
All right, just relax, baby.
Here we go, come on.
- Look at me.
- Get down! Get down! You!
- Get down! Don't fucking move!
- I'm a doctor! She's having a baby!
- Let me see your fucking hands!
- I'm here.
- Do what they say, baby!
- Baby.
- Baby...
- Turn around now, or we will shoot you!
Listen, I understand the situation,
officer.
But I can't help it.
I'm delivering our baby!
All right, okay. Just a minute, baby.
Come on, come on.
I need you to push for me, okay?
I need you to breathe. Come on.
Take a deep breath.
On three, I want you to push.
One... two...
Three! Breach!
Lewis, drop the gun! Now!
- ♪ The look of love ♪
- Put the gun down now.
- ♪ It's the look, it's the look ♪
- Drop the gun!
- Put it down now, Lewis.
- ♪ The look of love ♪
♪ It's the look, it's the look ♪
- ♪ The look of love ♪
- Put it down!
♪ That's the look, that's the look ♪
- Put it down, Lewis!
- ♪ The look of love ♪
Put the gun down!
♪ If you judge a book by the cover ♪
♪ Then you judge the look by the lover ♪
♪ I hope you'll soon recover ♪
♪ Me, I go from one extreme to another ♪
♪ That's the look, that's the look ♪
- ♪ The look of love ♪
- Baby, you're almost there!
Okay? Just try and relax!
Here we go. Last one.
Last one, okay? All right.
Here we go. One... two... three...
Push!
♪ Sisters and brothers ♪
Our baby!
♪ Should help each other ♪
- ♪ That's the look, that's the look ♪
- Here he is!
Oh, baby.
♪ Heavens above ♪
♪ That's the look, that's the look ♪
♪ Hip, hip, hooray-ay ♪
♪ That's the look, that's the look ♪
♪ Yippee-yi, yippee-yi-yay-ay! ♪
- I love you, baby.
- I love you.
♪ Be lucky in love ♪
♪ Look of love ♪
See that, little man?
That's called gettin' wrecked.
Yeah!
- Go back.
- No. What?
This is how you toggle.
Okay, okay.
Time to stop exposing our infant son
to video games.
Come to the table.
Mama figured us out. We gotta go.
Are we ready?
- Yes, we are.
- Whoo!
Stupid hats and all.
- I heard that.
- Didn't say it.
Come on. Come on, little man.
- All right!
- There you go.
- Let's get you in there. Come on.
- Whoo!
- Oh!
- All right.
- There you go.
- All right!
Aah!
You ready, Puppa?
There we go.
Oh!
Yes!
All right, here's to the birthday
you'll never remember!
Stop it!
- I'm joking.
- Cheese!
All right, you have to blow it out.
Ready?
One... two... three.
♪ The lonely street of dreams ♪
♪ Here I go again on my own ♪
♪ Goin' down the only road
I've ever known ♪
♪ Like a drifter
I was born to walk alone ♪
♪ And I've made up my mind ♪
♪ I ain't wastin' no more time ♪
♪ And here I go again on my own ♪
♪ Goin' down the only road
I've ever known ♪
♪ Like a drifter
I was born to walk alone ♪
♪ And I've made up my mind ♪
♪ I ain't wastin' no more time ♪
♪ But here I go again ♪
♪ Here I go ♪
♪ 'Cause I know what it means ♪
♪ To walk along
The lonely street of dreams ♪