Red Herring (2015) - full transcript

The mission of the Vegas PD...

is to protect the community
through prevention,

partnership and professional
service.

The acronym "I CARE" is
the guiding principle...

for each and every Vegas PD
employee.

This acronym represents the
values...

of the Las Vegas
Police Department:

Integrity, Courage,
Accountability...

Respect for People.

The values are supported
by behaviors demonstrated by...

the actions of employees as they
live these values.



All employees are expected to
represent the values...

of the Department while in the
workplace and off-duty.

This is Vegas PD's oath.

I hate this. I hate my job.
I hate what I've become.

Who are you?

Hi, Jack.

Angela.

So where's the boss at?

Where do you think? In the
office.

Right. Thanks.

Hey, you coming with to
Red Herring tonight?

Yeah, I'll be there.

Nice. I'll get dressed.

...and just make
sure the transfer goes through...



first thing in the
morning. Go ahead and...

email that confirmation to my
cell.

Ok.

Hey! Jack!

Roy. What's going on?

Ah, just making a
killing as usual. Have a seat.

Hi, Jack.

Hey, Kim.

Are you here
to take me on that date?

Ah, not tonight, darlin'.
Got business with the boss.

Look, we need to talk about
something... in private.

Hey, do you think
it's a good idea...

for you guys to be
drinking together?

No, but I need to see him though.

Hey hey hey,
my man!

Roy Ridell! Smooth as ever.

Lookin' sharp, man!
Have a seat.

What the fuck is he doing
here?

C'mon, Damon, look. He's only
here to-

- I've been waiting to talk
to you for five years.

Yeah? Well, you know what I've
been doing for five years?

Waitin' to settle a score.

Don't start.

Yeah? Don't make me.

Okay look. Knock it off. Just
be the bigger man...

Both of you.

Hey stranger.

Angela, lookin' beautiful as
ever.

You too, handsome.

You still playin' for the right
team?

Care to find out?

I can't. It's official - I
belong to Roy now.

Lucky devil.

] Hey, sweetie.

Hey, Jack.

] Damon?

] Vodka.

] Cristal, please.

Jack and Coke.

] White Russian.

Wait here.

You son of a bitch!

the missing link.

You bring a whole new meaning to
the term...

"killing off the competition. "

] What are you talking
about?

Wilkinson.

What, did you guys break up?

Why the fuck did you
kill Wilkinson?!

Whoa whoa whoa, guys, this
is not the time, nor the place.

And who the fuck are
you?

I'm the guy with the gun...
and the right to use it.

Are you threatening to
shoot me?

No, no, no. He's just
trying to remind you...

that all the swearing and
threatening...

in the world won't close a
nine-millimeter hole.

Is this what you wanted to
talk to me about?

You should have
been a detective yourself.

Now I'll be the first
to admit...

Wilkinson had more enemies than
you.

But you're the only one
in town.

Alright, when was he killed?

Last night.

Last night?

Yes.

Honey, where was I last
night?

You were on a phone call
til about 10, making slow,

passionate love to me til
about midnight...

and then experimenting with
some light S&M until 2.

Ooh. That's my boy.

I've got the hot wax burns to
prove it.

Listen, Kyusovich.

Aren't you tired of trying to
ruin my life by now?

I mean now you're trying to pin
a murder rap on me?

How do I know you didn't do
it yourself?

He was a bastard, but
he was my friend.

And friends don't screw each
other, Roy.

Ooh, imagine that, Jack.

And who the fuck are
you?

I'm his brother.

I don't have to listen to this.
But you hear me now...

- That is not the White
Russian I ordered.

What did you say, mother fucker?

What did you say?

Be careful, Kyusovich...
that could have been you.

Get up.

] Let's go.

] What the hell was that?

] Predicting the weather.

] You know, someday Damon
and I...

aren't going to be here
to protect your dumb ass.

Mouth, muscles, and morals.

It's good to have the old gang
back together again.

That's the thing about Vegas...

you never really know who you
think you know.

Detective Adamson?
I'm Mason White, LAPD.

See anything you like?

I've been assigned the
Wilkinson case.

Why?

It bears some resemblance to a
couple of cases I worked...

a few years ago.

Hm. So you think it's a
serial?

It's a possibility. But, let's
see what you've got first.

Hey, Boss? Sorry for
interrupting, but Captain wants

to see you.

Thanks, hon.

Oh, and, she's down at
City Hall.

Huh, really? Hm.

Adamson, I want
you to work this case with White.

No.

No?

I have to recuse myself.
Conflict of interest.

Sorry, Jack. This is direct from
the Mayor.

Begging your pardon, sir,
but what business

is this of yours?

Oh, I understand that
Mr. Ridell is considering a run for the

governor's seat. If he's
involved in a murder,

I need to know about it.

And, Detective...
The fact is, it's my business...

and no one else's business.

Mr. Mayor, I'm best friends
with the man fingers are

starting to point at.

You can handle it. And you can
do it quickly and quietly.

The press is gonna be all
over us.

I don't have time for this!
Just show White around town.

Is the
forensics report in here?

Yeah, 38. Nothing special
about it. Wilkinson took it in

the head from about
10 feet away.

No fingerprints. No
forced entry.

It says we got the call at
3:40 yesterday afternoon.

That's right.

Why so long?

Well, he lived alone. The maid
didn't show up til around 3:30.

I'm surprised none of his
neighbors heard the shot.

No, three heard it, but
assumed it was outside.

Any theories?

Come on... I know you have
at least one.

Wilkinson had someone over
for drinks.

Later that evening, somebody
breaks in, Wilkinson startles

him. Perp takes a shot,
goes for the loot.

Look, this guy had enemies.

Other than your friend Ridell?

What do you know about Roy?

Let's just say "cut-throat
business sensibilities" will

earn you a reputation.

The police... Now
what the fuck is he doing here?

Observing.

He can't be involved.
He's friends with the killer.

No suspects have been named
yet. But Detective Adamson is

the best investigator in Vegas,

So if you want your
friend's murder solved, you'll

do whatever he asks you to.

Okay. Come on in, gentlemens.

] What, exactly, was your
relationship with the deceased,

Mr. Kissavich?

It's Kyusovich.

Sure.

Look what Detective White
means is that we're more

concerned in solving a crime
than pronouncing

names correctly.

We've been worked
together for about six years.

What's your business?

Investments.

Care to elaborate?

No. I don't.

Okay.

Then why do you think Mr.
Ridell killed Mr. Wilkinson?

Well, we knew Roy was
involved on his trip to Russia.

There were six of us on the
project.

Roy and his partner had
developed security system for

Russian M.R.I. processing
company or something.

And Roy had to leave
under hurried circumstances.

What does this have to do
with Wilkinson?

Let's just say... Roy wasn't
named there as a suspect either.

You said there were six of
you. Who were the others?

Chaise, Quarrie and Sukay.

Do you think we might be
able to contact them?

I'm sure Chaise and
Quarrie will want to talk to

you. I'll get you their numbers.

Why wouldn't Sukay want to talk
to us?

Go and ask Roy.

Boy, I wish everyone was as
cooperative as you are.

Look, last night you said
Wilkinson had more enemies than

Ridell. Who are they?

Doesn't matter. Roy did it.

Ok.

Are you done here?

Just one more question, Mr.
Kyusovich.

Yes, Detective?

Where were you on the night
of the murder?

Look if you want me to start
working with you, we've got to

start sharing more information.

Agreed.

Let's start with why
you're here.

Look, I'll tell you everything
when we have more time.

But this case is already 36
hours old and getting stale, so

let's just concentrate on that.

Okay. We know Roy was
working with the group.

They didn't get along, and he
has something to hide.

That presents motive.

Maybe. But he also has an alibi.

] Yeah, but so does
Kyusovich.

I don't think he did it. I
think someone else is involved.

Well, why don't we go talk
to Roy?

Because Roy is flying to SoCal
on business.

He'll be back tomorrow.

Okay.

I'm telling you, Captain, he's
not the right guy for the case.

And who is?

I don't know.

Yes, you do.

Captain, his bias is the
opposite of mine,

but just as strong.

Listen... just keep an eye on
him. Help when necessary.

Stay out of the
way when the fit hits the shan.

You can keep your name off the
paperwork. I don't want this in

the news any more than you do.

I'm telling you, this is a
bad idea.

White will bring in the
shooter. You'll just happen to

be along when he does.
Comprende?

] Who's here?
Chaise? Quarrie?

Ooh! Man.

Eh, it's office...

Hey, so what are you doing
here?

Thought you could use a lift.

] Gee, thanks, but Angela's
waiting outside.

Nah. She had a manicure
emergency... asked if

I'd pick you up.

Oh, really. I'm surprised she
didn't ask you for a police

escort to the spa.

What makes you think
she didn't?

So what's going on?

Where were you last night?

What?

Roy, I'm on the clock here.
C'mon, man. Where were you?

I was in San Diego.

Do you have witnesses who
can testify to that?

Well, yes, of course. I was
meeting with Tactara and

the Isaac Org.

What did you do?

Well, we had dinner at 7:30.
We had drinks from about

10 til 2. Hey, I've got the bar
tabs to prove it.

No... What did you discuss?

Investments.

Alright, look. I'm gonna
need their numbers.

Well, come on, Jack. If you
call them, they're going to

think I'm involved
with something.

] Are you?
] Am I what?

Involved with something. You
haven't even asked

what's happened.

Ok, what's happened?

Kyusovich died last night.

Was he murdered?

I don't know... was he?

Ah. Okay, Jack, come on.

You basically threaten to
kill the guy, and 24 hours later

he ends up dead?

That automatically makes you
a suspect, Roy. And you haven't

even asked how he died.

How'd he die?

Okay, so you say it was
an accident.

It's within the realm of
possibility, but I really don't

think so.

Well, then someone is setting
me up.

And who do you think that is?

Damon.

Roy.

I don't know.

What's going on?

Kyusovich bought it.

The White Russian's dead?
Too bad... I really had fun

playing with that guy.

Look, who else would want
Wilkinson and Kyusovich dead?

You haven't met Chaise and
Quarrie yet, have you?

Chaise and Quarrie...
weren't they friends of him? I

mean, they wouldn't try to kill
their own friends, would they?

I could think of a scenario.
You see...

Quarrie always tried to be a
better businessman than me and

he always failed...

So maybe he's trying to be a
better thug than Kyusovich...

And maybe his jealousy
finally got the best of him.

Then why would they set you
up for it?

See that's just
it... they wouldn't...

'Cause they depend on me.
Besides, if they were

committing murder when I'm not
even in town, then how can you

call that a set up?

Something's not right.

Oop. Excuse me for a
minute, gentlemen.

Hey, does
Angela know I'm a suspect?

No. I haven't told her
anything.

Good. I had gotten
her way too involved with

those guys before.

Understood.

Who was that?

Who?

That guy you
went back there to talk to.

Just had to make a call.

Yeah, but...

Looks like lunch is on me.

How was your trip?

Oh, it was okay.

Baby, what's wrong?

Kyusovich is dead.

House fire.

Honey, you shouldn't feel bad.

I don't. I'm glad those
bastards are dead.

But I am confused.

I think someone's trying to
set me up.

Who?

I haven't quite figured that
out yet.

] Have you given any
more thought to it?

To what, baby?

Oh. Leaving?

Yeah. Let's just go. Let's
move to the islands. We've made

enough. We can start fresh.

Up until this week, we've had
such a great thing going here.

Why would you want to walk away
from that?

You call paying them
$10,000 a month "a great thing?"

Ange, that's a small price to
pay for happiness.

And you and I... we're happy.

Which is a lot more than I
can say for most people.

I don't know. I just have
a bad feeling about this...

Baby, if someone's pulling
strings to get you, whoever it

is probably won't stop until
they've really gotten to you.

Don't worry about me. I'll be
fine. Come here.

We know you killed
Wilkinson and Kyusovich.

No, I didn't.

Roy's talking tough, but
I've seen him like this before

it's his way of bluffing.

You will let me know when you've
got something, won't you?

Of course, Captain.

Captain.

Yeah?

Thanks for putting me on this
case.

Don't make me regret it, Jack.

But I am glad you're getting
along with Jack.

Don't remind me of that.
Please.

Come on, Damon, he was just
doing his job.

He didn't have to do anything.
He could have "lost" some

of the evidence.

If he had "lost" some evidence,
he'd be in a cell right next to

you right now.

Yeah. He is a good cop,
isn't he?

He's an honest cop. And you
should be thankful that he got

you out early.

He did?

Yeah. Pulled a few strings
with the parole board. But he

promised them that you were done
with the life.

Hey, a man's gotta make a
living.

Is Damon
really Roy's brother?

Yeah. Roy's parents adopted
him when they were kids. I sent

him up a few years ago.

Shouldn't he be trying to
kill you instead of them?

Well, Roy and I are best
friends. Been that way for

years. As long as I stay that
way, he won't touch me.

What's his connection?

] I don't know if there
is one.

] Hm.

But I'm hesitant to put him
into this... mix.

There's got to be someone else.

Hm. So, what are you
thinkin?

] It's possible. Wouldn't
be the first time.

Alright, assuming a
professional is involved,

everyone's alibis would be
negated.

I mean for all we know, Roy
could have been in Borneo and

paid someone to do it.

Hm. So we check some
bank accounts.

Exactly.

Okay, here we go.

Great. Alright, look I need
a list of all transfers,

withdrawals and purchases over,
say... say, $5,000.

Piece o' cake.

I really appreciate this,
Kimmy.

] Remember, I never did
this for you.

] Same goes double for
you. I was never here, okay?

See? You and I are on the
same wavelength. Isn't it great

how well we communicate?

] Kimmy...

Hey, Jack. What do you got?

Alright, we've got
a monthly withdrawal marked

"Miscellaneous" for $10,000 a
month every month for the last

three years.

Wow. That's
pretty significant.

Yeah, well, what's
significant is that there are 3

new ones within the last month.

The first transfer is about
2 weeks prior to Wilkinson's

death. The second one's in
between Wilkinson and

Kyusovich.
And you ready for this?

The most recent was yesterday.

Well, I'd say that's enough
evidence to make him

our prime suspect.

Agreed. Agreed. Look, we
need to get units on Chaise and

Quarrie A.S.A.F.P.

Done. Chaise called and
said he had something for us.

I already dispatched units
on both of them - you know,

thought we might get lucky.
Also got a warrant to hack

through Ridell's firewall.

Ha ha. Yeah, good luck
with that.

You've got a better chance
of finding Bin Laden than you do

of hacking into Roy's system.

Look, I'll catch up with
you later.

Hey, Jack.

Damon, we need to talk.

Hold up. Hey, Jack, I want
you to meet, uh -

Charlie.

Hi, Charlie.

] Outside. Now.

Alright. I'll be back.
Don't go nowhere.

Okay. Look, I did some
digging.

With whom?

There's this guy. I don't
know his name. He's a broker.

Ok, look. Let me explain it. The
employer finds the broker.

The brokers hires the
Blue Screen.

The employer and the Blue
Screen never ever meet.

Alright, what the hell's a
Blue Screen?

] He's a guy that wipes
your hard drive clean,

so to speak.

They call him the
Blue Screen of Death.

That's cute. Look, what else
can you tell me about him?

That's it. That's all I know.

] You sure?

I swear. C'mon man. Don't
look at me like that.

Look, I'm on your side, Jack.

Thanks.

Get off of me!

Get down! Get down!

] Shoot him! What are
you waiting for?

Shoot the motherfucker!

] Get down!

] What are you
waiting for?

Sit down.

] Hey.

Hey. You ever heard of the
Blue Screen of Death?

] What, like when your PC
crashes?

Nah. Never mind.

] Alright. I'm on my way
to Chaise's place.

Yeah, I'm going to go talk
to Quarrie. I'll meet you there.

I'm sorry, Mr. Quarrie.
Your membership was based upon

Mr. Kyusovich's sponsorship.
Since his membership has been

revoked, you are no longer
authorized to enter.

Sam, it's alright. I'm inviting
him in as my guest tonight.

Why thank you,
sir. Let me buy a drink.

Much obliged.

It's just not fair. I'm a
respectable businessman.

I deserve respect.

I hear you, pal.

My family deserves to
live well. So do I.

No foolin'! I didn't know
you were a family man.

That's my brat kids...
God bless 'em.

Hey, man, you live very
well. Good lookin' family.

I suppose.

Thanks, sweetheart.

What is it you do again?

Life insurance.

That's funny. Someone's
trying to kill me.

No...

Yes! He wants to destroy
everything I've worked for.

He wants revenge.

Why would he want to do that?

You promise not to tell
anyone?

Scout's honor.

I've been blackmailing him.

What? Isn't that illegal?
C'mon, what do you have on him?

He murdered someone...

No, wait, that was
someone else.

Can't the police protect
you?

The police. You know, if
the police were to offer me

protre... protection, I wouldn't
take it.

I wouldn't want to
subject my family to that.

I don't want them live in fear.
Besides, if this guy

can get to Kyusovich,
he can get to me.

C'mon, buddy. How bout I take
you home, huh?

Relax, Rookie. We're just gonna
hang back until Adamson

gets here.

So, what's the news, guys?

All's quiet.

Oh, c'mon!

Stop! This is the police!
We'll shoot!

] Come on!

Don't give us an excuse,
asshole.

This guy ain't giving us any
excuses at all.

Yeah, well, I... I
wasn't... I never even shot...

Don't worry about it.

] Look, we both saw what
happened...

Everything was by the book.

] Just fired.

Yeah.

What the hell was that?

What was what?

Let's go!

You stay here! Call it in!

] Stop the car!
Let me see your hands!

Hands! Let me see em!

Hands Up! Let me see em!

I hate my job.

] Sorry.

So this is where you come
to unwind, huh?

Yeah.

Nice.

You know we did volunteer
for this.

Yeah.

And we can quit at any time.

Yeah.

But there's no one else to
do it.

Yeah.

Look, Jack, about why I'm
here...

I started a file on Ridell
about four years ago.

Two C.E.O.'s he was
competing against met with,

shall we say...
"untimely deaths. "

So what makes you think Roy
was involved?

Those 2 deaths cleared the
way for Ridell's early success.

I can't believe he didn't
tell me about this.

We had to close the case
for political reasons.

Really.

I've been watching Ridell
and his associates, just waiting

for them to come back
up on the radar.

Why don't you email me them
case files. I'll look over 'em,

see what I can get out of Roy.
Roy and I owe each other our

lives, but that doesn't put him
above the law.

Wow.

Why are you so hell-bent on
getting Roy?

He's the one that got away
with it.

I always know when they're
guilty, and I hate to see a

guilty man walk free.

Well, if fate isn't
tickling my tatas tonight!

So you gonna say I can't buy
you that drink now?

Have a seat.

I don't eat dark Chocolate.

] Why? It's rich and
goes down so easy.

] Entertain the ladies
for a moment.

] It's gonna take longer
than a moment.

You know the rules, Saffiote.

Hey, Jack, we make the rules.

Yeah, well, you're not
supposed to contact me here,

Even if it's a matter of
life and death.

With you it's always a
matter of life and death.

We came by to, uh, congratulate
you on such a great job

you did tonight.

What?! A rookie cop kills an
innocent man?

That kid has to live with
that for the rest of his life.

Well it wasn't my idea...
Jack-off.

You son of a...

Whoa, Jack. Take it easy.

Get your hand off me.

I don't want to see you guys
here again.

Yeah? Well, do what we
tell you next time.

This is a bad idea.

] It's more complicated
than it looks.

] Oops.

I don't know what to say.

] The first thing that
comes to mind.

I don't know if you're a
stalker I should be worried

about, or a devoted lover
I should admire.

] I'm neither. C'mon.
Have a seat.

So what's the
chances these three deaths are

one big coincidence?
Okay, not a coincidence.

Let's go over
the events of last night.

"Blue Screen" figures on us
putting units on these guys, so

he knows he has to get one or
both of them immediately.

There's a what?

There's a guy killing people.

I'm supposed to tell you
about fuckin' killin'?

] I'm asking you if
you've heard anything about it.

] When did you ever
help me out? When?

Tell me one fuckin' time
you ever helped me out.

You know what? Get the
fuck outta here!

See you later!
All set. Here we go.

Anything I should know about?

No. They're not helping.

They've never heard of
Blue Screen?

] Adamson...

Make me happy...

You're the man, Jimmy. Thanks.

All three match?

I knew you'd make a good
detective some day.

So you going to tell me
what you were thinking earlier?

Maybe Chaise
deleted Wilkinson and Kyusovich.

That would explain why there
was no forced entry in

Wilkinson's apartment.
Wilkinson actually invited

Chaise in.

I certainly hope that's the
case. What we don't need is an

assassin running around Vegas
making a name for himself.

Let's say Blue Screen is real.

If we catch him, we could
discourage any other

copycat killers.

Alright, look. Let's
keep working on the assumption that

there is a Blue Screen, and he
is involved.

So what's our next move?

Find the broker.

Obriga.

Obriga.

So this is your infamous
buddy?

Damon, this is Detective
White. White, Damon Ridell.

Nice to meet you, convict.

Take it easy, White.

Way I hear it, you're a
cold-blooded pusher looking for

a reason to get back
in the joint.

What have you been telling him?

Nothing!

White, take a walk! Meet me
back here in 10.

Look, I need you to talk to me.

Tell you what.

You get in the cage with me
for one round, I'll tell you

everything you need to know.

You're kidding

Time's tickin'.

Talk!

] What?
Tap.

] Talk!
] Tap!

] Talk!

Stubborn bastard.

Wow. Hello.

Hi.

So what the Hell are you
getting yourself into?

Look, you have got to start
trusting me, Jack.

Damon, I can't trust you if
you keep me in the dark.

I'm doing this for Roy, ok?

You're gonna go back to jail
for him?

No. But I owe him big time.

By being a murder broker?

] That's a pretty
serious accusation.

It's not an accusation. It's
just a suspicion.

I haven't even told my
partner yet.

And what a pleasant
individual he is.

I got a line on a broker,
alright?

I can't confirm he's
involved in this.

If you want to check it
out yourself, that's your business.

But he goes by the alias
"El Corredor. "

He owns a rattlesnake
restaurant down in Tijuana.

You should be able to take
it from there.

Okay. Thanks, Damon.

Good fight. Oops, sorry.

] It's alright.

] Hey. You okay?

] Yeah.

] Whatchu got?

Feel like going to Mexico?

Real classy guy.

] Yeah, I bet your
sister'd like him.

You know my sister? 'Cause
she probably would like him.

You ready?

Ready for what? Oh, come on.

We can't just waltz in there
and tell this guy we're

investigating him for a crime
in another country for which we

have no witnesses or no
evidence.

That makes sense.

Let's just hang back. We'll
check things out later.

Bienvenido,
mi amigo. Como estas?

You know this guy?

Same as before. I already took
my 20%.

Look, the employer is
very happy with your work.

And you've impressed me.

What?

I think that may be our guy.

Why?

Doesn't he look a little out
of place here?

So what are we waiting for? I
mean, why don't we go after him?

Nah, I got his plate when he
came in.

We'll put him through the
system when we get back.

Look, your hunches
have been pretty accurate so far.

] Why don't we have an
unmarked pick him up

at San Ysidro?

Then someone in the
department's gonna know we've

been down here beyond our
jurisdiction.

Come on, I thought you were
supposed to be a detective.

] Alright, you ready?

Yeah, let's do this.

] Shh. Alright.

You know, for a
detective renowned for playing by the

rules, you sure break
a lot of them.

] Look, it's all about
image and perception.

As long as you follow the
rules while everyone's looking,

get the results everybody wants,
you can tweak the

laws here and there.

] True that.

] Plus, the best thing
is... the Federales

are easy to bribe.

] How would you know that?

] Hey, I could have a
dark and mysterious past.

No, you
couldn't.

Yeah, you're right.
I couldn't.

] Alright.

] I thought this guy was
supposed to have money.

That's what they say.

] Did you bring a bug?

] If we leave behind
evidence we were here, then

we're gonna get thrown off the
case and demoted.

Can you crack that thing?

Not quickly enough.

] Jack.

I'm not seeing anything
else here.

Yeah. You ready
to blow this pop stand?

] Wait a second.

What? What's that?

] Looks like a wax seal.

] Let's take it with us.

Alright.

] Alright.

] You ready to get back
to the good ol' U.S. of A.?

] Yeah. Let's go.

Adamson... Thanks, Jimmy.

What?

Standard candle wax. You can
buy it in any arts

and crafts store.

] Wasted night.

Yep.

I need you to tell me about
these guys, Roy.

What do you want to know?
They're dead.

Tell me about your
relationship with them.

I'm not involved. So
our relationship isn't relevant.

No, it is. The evidence is
starting to mount against you.

Evidence? What evidence?

Don't get defensive.

Well, Jack, you're accusing
me of murder, so I'm gonna get a

little defensive.

Roy, I'm here as a friend.

Are you?

Did you
see Wilkinson the night

he was killed?

Ok, if I was there, and I
did, you know we have

business together.

I can't believe you lied to me.

Alright, let's take a walk.

Okay, so what
did Kyusovich tell you?

Don't worry about that, Roy.
Tell me your story.

Okay. It started about four
years ago. We were working on

this really intricate way of

] Whoa... "We?"
] manufacturing...

Yeah. Sukay and me.

But because the market
started to downturn, I couldn't

raise the necessary capital
through legitimate channels.

And then, I met Kyusovich.
And he was able to raise the

funds through... other ways.

They agreed to let us keep
the domestic profits,

But they were insistent on
retaining complete rights over

the international revenue.

Ah, well, then they sent us off
to Moscow to adapt our process

for a Russian radiology
network.

Okay, go on.

I managed to
escape and flee the country.

Why didn't you just go to
the local police?

Well, because during the
attack, one of them kept saying

"Kyusovich. " So with the Russian
mob there, I just figured that

the local cops were in their
back pocket.

Alright, well what happened
when you got back to the States?

So in order to get even with
them for killing Sukay, I

modified the code so that it
would only work on

U.S. networks.

I got rich, and Kyusovich and
company lost their investment.

And they just let this go?

Hell no.

Because I escaped, I was a
witness to their murder.

And Kyosovich threatened to
tell the Russian mob where I was

unless I paid him hush money.

So that's where the $10,000
a month comes from.

How did you know that?

Roy, I'm a Detective. You know
it's my job to find that out.

And that's exactly what you
told Damon before you

Mirandized him.

Whoa, take it easy. Roy, I
hate what I do. You know that.

Then why do you do it?

Because I have to.
I have no choice.

Angela wants out.

Out? Out of what?

Everything. Sell the house,
the cars, the businesses.

Run off to the islands, Costa
Rica, wherever.

Are you considering it?

Yes! I don't know.

But hypothetically if we go,
would you come with us?

I mean, Roy, that'd be
great, but...

Jack, it'll be just like
old times.

Roy, I can't. Look, I can't
leave Vegas.

Jack. She's not coming back.

You don't have to wait...

I know.

Let me buy you lunch.

] Hi.

Something to drink?

Yeah I'll just have a water.

] Iced tea is great.
Thank you.

] Iced Tea.
No problem.

So are you going to let me
take a look at your phone bills?

Why? What are you looking for?

It depends. What are you hiding?

I gotta hit the john.

Yeah, good luck.

Talk to him
about Los Angeles, Jack.

] Thank you.

Hey, so why don't you tell
me about L.A.

What do you mean?

Listen, Jack, the fortunes
of some are often precipitated by

the misfortunes of others.

It happens all the time, and
you can't expect me to feel bad

about that.

Yeah, well, you know
what? We've been friends for 25 years,

Roy. 25 years. I want to know
why you didn't tell me about

any of this.

Because, Jack. You're such
a freakin honest cop, and I didn't

want you treating me like every
other suspect.

And I didn't want you digging
and finding connections that

weren't there. Listen -

Roy...

I just didn't want you
judging me, alright?

I just... just didn't want us
to lose what we had.

You have to admit, it's
kinda funny how people tend to

die when they disagree with you.

Thank you... for perfectly
proving my point.

Christ, Jack. Who are you?

Jesus.

Yeah.

Hey, Jack. Just wanted
to let you know your partner and

the other officers are at
Roy's right now.

Okay. You get the warrant
and I'll bring him in.

Alright.

Leave an unmarked there.

Copy.

Shit.

Roy! Look, we just raided
your house.

You did what?

Look, we found evidence. They're
getting an arrest warrant.

You're fucking unbelievable.

I'm sorry. But now's your
chance, okay? Don't go home.

Turn your cell phone off, get
out of town, and don't tell

anyone except Angela where
you're going.

Yeah, now I can see why
she left.

No, you...

I'll do what I can.

Yeah? And you'll always put
your work before your

friends, Jack.

That's not fair!

What are the chances your
Sicilian friends are

involved in this?

There isn't.

How can you be so sure?

I'm sure.

Anything?

Still nothing. The
woman came by about 15 minutes ago. She

only went in for about 5
minutes, then drove off.

Well, did anybody follow her?

Copy.

So where do we look next?

Mr. Ridell.

Detective White. Nice to see
you're still carrying the old

torch for me.

And thank you, friend, for
telling me that you're working

with him.

Roy...

I don't know where you're
going with this investigation,

but I am not a criminal.
I'm a respectable

businessman, and as such I am
willing to cooperate with you

gentlemen in any way I can.
Tell me what evidence it is

that you think you have against
me, and I'll try to explain it.

Thank you. I appreciate
that, but you have the right to

remain silent.

I know, but silence won't
help me now.

We recorded a conversation
between you, Quarrie and Chaise.

I believe you said "Let's
say I don't kill you.

How much is that worth?"
And that sounds like

premeditation to me, which
amounts to Murder 1.

I simply said what I needed
to to get them out of my house.

And let us not forget,
Detective White, that it was

your boy that killed Chaise.

Well, can you explain the cash?

What cash?

He doesn't know about the money.

Angie, what are you
talking about?

I've lent Damon some money
to find his feet. I've made a

few withdrawals.

How much?

50 grand.

Oh, Goddamnit.

He's gonna pay us back.

I know. That's not the point.

I transferred ten grand to him
as well.

Why?

Legal fees.

So what, he's playing both
of us for money?

Why would Damon want to
set you up?

He wouldn't. It Judy doesn't
make any sense.

Roy, I don't know what Damon
has planned.

Alright, the safest place for
you and Angela is right here.

Well, you'll forgive me,
Detective Adamson, if I don't

feel safe staying in such a
public place.

I think it might be better if
no one knew where we were.

Look, you may be fooling
him, but I'm gonna get you this

time, motherfucker.

Bring it.

Tell me about Damon's jail time.

Well, not much to tell. He did
five years... model prisoner.

I called in a few favors.
Got him out early.

It was all above the table.

Did you ever see him in jail?

No, whenever I went there,
he refused to see me.

And you say he got out on
Wednesday, right?

Yeah. What's this about?

Look, I did some digging
and found some video, recorded

at Henderson Executive Airport,
on Monday.

Watch this.

Now that plane had no
markings and no flight plan with

the FAA. And he was the only one
who disembarked.

Wait, this doesn't make
any sense.

Now the prison records
indicate that he did his time

and was released on Wednesday,
but I checked with his

neighbors on his cell block, and
none of them had ever seen or

heard of him.

You telling me he didn't do
any jail time?

Looks that way.

You join the stakeout at
Roy's motel.

I'll find Damon... see if
he'll come in voluntarily.

Now you're talking.

Now, keep an eye
on the perimeter. Make sure that

nobody comes up behind us.
Alright? Good job, Officer.

Adamson.

Guess whose just pulled
into the motel.

Surprise me.

Mr. Quarrie.

At the same motel?

Uh huh. And he just checked
into the room right next to our

old friend Mr. Ridell.

Huh. You mean to tell
me that something's actually going

to be convenient for us?

I'm here to tell you.

Okay. As soon as I'm
done with dinner, I'll head over.

Okay. See you soon.

No.

You have certain
obligations to us.

Don't remind me.

It's our job to remind you.

Why don't you do me a favor
for once, Saffiote?

You want me to do you a favor?

Yeah.

What is it, Jack?

] Tell me about the
Russian mob.

The Russian mob? A bunch
of undisciplined drunks.

] So you know them.

Yeah, I know them. We
had a few dealings with 'em.

Dug a few holes. Sent 'em a
message.

We didn't want to get
you involved.

You didn't want them to
encroach on your territory?

Whoa. You said it, not us.

You don't look too happy.

Should I be?

Look, would you hear about
it if they were trying to make

another move here? Maybe try to
tie up some loose ends?

Probably... but I don't
think I'd tell you.

Okay.

Where you going, Jack?

What's it to you?

Well we have somebody
coming to dinner to join us.

Excuse me?

You know... Kim. We've
seen you together, Jack. You

guys make a good couple...
Why don't you give her a shot?

C'mon, you've been alone
too long. Look at this kid

over here.

Hey.

How's it going?

Good.

Just brainstorming here...
let's say the Russian mob was

trying to make another play for
Vegas, they'd want to make a

name for themselves, right?

Absolutely.

Well what better way to do
that than to set a few examples

before they come?

Yeah, but would they kill
their own man?

Who? Kyusovich? C'mon. He
wasn't the most pleasant guy we

ever met.

No, but wouldn't they want
him around for, like,

introductions around town?

I'm still working on that one.

Anyways, what's going on
here? Where they at?

Ridell is in 6. Quarrie 7.

I'm gonna go talk to Roy.

You want me to go with you?

No, you hang back here. Keep an
eye on things.

Call me if anyone comes.

] You got it.

Baby, it's not worth it. Yeah,
it was paradise when we first

moved here, but we need to
move on.

No, we don't need to move on.
I've put in too much time and

worked too hard to build what we
have here.

I just want this whole mess
to blow over, so that we can go

back to the way it was.

Who is it?

It's Jack.

] Are you alone?

White's in the car outside.

It's the Russians.

] What?

] What haven't you
told me?

I told you everything.

]Tell me about
the Russians!

Alright.

Start talking.

Alright. Alright, the money
that Kyusovich and the others

invested in the company was
Russian mob money.

And?

So Kyusovich thought he could
regain control of all the

domestic profits by killing
Sukay and me.

But obviously that backfired.

We met this guy in Mexico
named El Corredor.

Yeah I know him.

Of course you do.

Well then I heard that the
Russians were mad at Kyusovich

for losing their money,
So I thought if they killed

him, they could get away
with it. And then in turn, that

would get me off the hook with
all the blackmail payments.

So I made a call to the
Russians, gave them some

convincing evidence that
Kyusovich lost their money

gambling. And then, I told them
where they could find

El Corredor.

Roy... So you are -
indirectly - responsible.

Jack I may have given them
the weapon, but I didn't

pull the trigger.

People have been convicted
for less!

Nothing ever happened, so I
assumed that they let it go.

But you did set this whole
thing in motion?

Look, Jack, they tried to
screw me, so I screwed them

right back. But I didn't kill
anybody.

Okay! You're right. Pulling
the trigger is what counts.

But we may still have to
charge you with Solicitation or

even Accessory.

Don't worry... I'm sure a good
lawyer could get you out of it.

If it was the Russians.

Right.

Well, we need to warn Quarrie.

That's easy. He's right
next door.

You've gotta be joking.

] You guys stay here.

Mr. Quarrie?

Mr. Quarrie, it's the Police!
Open up!

Please forgive me.
They were my friends. I don't know

why I did it. I just can't live
with it any more.

What? What is it?

] The Russians aren't
coming.

So Quarrie had Chaise kill his
other two friends so they could

get all the blackmail money.
He felt guilty and

killed himself.

Yes.

So after all this, you didn't
save any lives or

bring in any collars.

No, ma'am.

Great. Nice work.

Sorry we let you down, Captain.

Good thing we're not paying
you commission.

With your permission, I'd
like to keep the case open...

see if there really is a
Blue Screen.

But I need permission to
wiretap El Corredor's office.

You know I can't authorize that.
Do your digging on your turf.

You two can go now.

Thank you, ma'am.

I'll catch up with you in
a minute.

Okay.

So what's on your mind, Jack?

It's Detective White, ma'am.

You're going to tell me how you
hate working with a partner and

No, no, no, he's a fine
partner.

What's the problem, then?

He may be the Blue Screen.

That's a pretty serious
accusation.

Look, I know it's a
stretch, but all the pieces fit.

We don't know who the hell
authorized his transfer from

L.A., but it did all happen
before Wilkinson.

It did?

It's the only way
the timing would have worked.

And he's the one who
proposed that a professional was

involved in the first place.

Okay. Go on.

I didn't see him when the
others were killed.

There are a million people in
the city you didn't see when the

murders took place.
Jack, I can't have you accuse a

decorated officer... with
connections... of murder based on

circumstantial evidence.
See if you can find something

solid, but otherwise don't
mention this to anyone.

Okay.

Don't mention this. Ever.

I heard you.

] What are you doing?

We just got a new case.

No, we're keeping the
Blue Screen open.

We have all these notes in
the file, Jack.

Yeah, well that board helps
me think.

Okay. You're still hung up
on Quarrie. I mean, what's up?

It just doesn't sit well.

Quarrie copped to it in his
note. It's over, Jack.

What more do you want?

Funny you're supposed to be
this great cop that doesn't let

anyone get away.

Jack, it's not the biggest
case of my life.

Let me ask you something, Mason.

How'd you find out
about Wilkinson so quickly?

I told you, Jack. I had
Ridell and his associates put on

a watch list. I'm down here for
Ridell. And frankly, I don't

want to spend another minute on
this case unless we can

tie it to Ridell.

Don't make this a vendetta.

Listen, you're the only one
who wants to prove the

Blue Screen exists. If you
weren't so hell-bent on making a

name for yourself...

Oh, please. Not everyone's
motivated by fame and fortune,

Mason.

What do you want to do
here, Jack?

I want to catch the Blue Screen!

There is no Blue Screen! He
doesn't exist!

Quarrie ordered it; Chaise
did it. End of story.

So if that letter were true,
then why would they try to force

Roy to leave town?
They'd be throwing money away.

Furthermore, if he really
wanted to kill himself,

why would he pack his bags and
go to a motel?

Maybe he was confused.

No, he was afraid of
someone, and he ran.

What are you thinking?

Why did Damon need all that
extra money from Roy and Angela?

Maybe he was just trying to
scam both of them. I mean he is

a convict after all.

I think it's time to put the
fear of God into him.

Okay, great. Alright, let's go.

No. You stay here. Check in with
I.T. on those account numbers.

I'll take care of Damon.

Okay. But if we don't come
up with a Blue Screen, say, by

the end of the week, we move on
to a new case. Agreed?

Jack?

So you say you didn't know
that much about El Corredor,

huh? Looks to me like you two
have been buddies for quite

some time.

Yeah. You're right. We
served together for two years.

Yeah, well, why don't you
tell me about some of the other

guys on your cell block.

What?

Tell me about Ramirez.
Tell me about Jones.

There's nothing to tell.
Ramirez is a gang-banger.

Three-striker. Jones was
falsely convicted. He shouldn't

even be there, but he won't be
there long.

There was no one on your
cell block named Ramirez or

Jones, dumbass. I know you
didn't serve any time with

El Corredor, 'cause you didn't
serve any time.

Why don't you just cut the
shit and just tell me the truth,

Damon?

I can't. You know better than
anybody else that some things

should never be spoken.

You knew we were gonna find out
about it anyway.

Only if you play by the
rules, Jack.

Jesus Christ, can't you just see
I'm trying to do my job here?!

What the hell did you do
with all the extra money from

Roy and Angela?

Legal fees. After my legal
fees, I only had enough left

over to get a car.

You blew $60,000?

10, Jack. Only 10.

Kim!

Kim?

Kim.

Who's Kim?

Roy's secretary. Angela
thinks she transferred you

50,000. Roy thinks he
transferred you 10.

You only got 10, right?

Why would she do that?

Maybe to protect Roy.

She probably got in contact
with El Corredor

through the Sicilians.

] What are we
waiting for?

] Right...

] Roy, you don't
think...

Yeah, I do think. He's my
brother, but I wouldn't put it

past him. He's got the money and
the motive.

You know you're starting
to sound like Jack.

] What do you hope to
find down here, baby?

I don't know. Answers.

Why don't you just go
inside and talk to him?

Okay.

What? Wait, Roy, I wasn't
being serious.

What, are y'all here to
join me for dinner?

] We gotta talk.

You boys obviously have
some things to sort out.

I'll be in the se?orita's room.

Why are you here?

Why are you following me?

What are you doing down here?
You know you're not supposed to

be here. Jesus.

Where's the ba?o?

It's around the
corner, to your right.

] I've thoroughly
enjoyed the rattlesnake.

Although this is probably the
last time I'm going to eat it.

I'd like everything finished
within the next 24 hours.

Sure, I understand. Thank you
for your loyal patronage.

So what did I miss?

Hey, babe, I think you're
right. I think it's time for us

to leave Vegas.

What? Oh, baby, I'm so
glad. Let's just leave now.

Thank you for being a pal.

No problem.

See you at the Herring.

] So what did Damon say?

What the Hell were you
thinking?

Baby, what's wrong?

Be straight with me! For once
in your life be honest!

How could you do it?

Honey, I did it for you.

Those guys were not gonna
stop... not while they were

still alive.

But they got the message.
They got the message after

Wilkinson and after Kyusovich.

But, Ange, why did you have
to kill Chaise and Quarrie?

They had families!

Let's just move past this, okay?
They're not in our lives any more.

They can't get to you.
It's just you and me now.

How much were they? What's a
human life go for these days?

10,000 each.

Then why was it 50, not 40?

I had to pay for one more
job to get some things

cleaned up.

You're going to have him
kill Jack!?

What? No! God! Just trust
me... you don't want to know who

the last target is. Baby, let's
just go. Let's sell the house.

Let's get out of here.

I don't know. I feel like I
don't even know you.

I love you, Roy. I love
you. Can't you see that?

I am going to need some time
with all this.

Okay. Okay, I understand.
How about two weeks?

And if I'm not ready by then,
what, are you going to

have me whacked?

Come on, baby. Who's my
howling monkey?

So. What was Damon's connection
was to this whole thing?

He told me how to find El
Corredor. Are you satisfied now?

Yeah.

Pinche, gringo. You're
developing quite a reputation.

Do you like the "mi
arte de la semana?"

You gonna sit down? Or is this
an official work visit?

Give me something.

Okay.

The mission of the
Vegas PD is to protect the community

through prevention, partnership
and professional service...

The acronym "I CARE" is the
guiding principle for each and

every Vegas PD employee.
This acronym represents the

values of the Las Vegas Police
Integrity, Courage,

Accountability, Respect for
People, and Excellence.

The values are supported by
behaviors demonstrated by the

actions of employees as they
live these values.

All employees are expected
to represent the values of the

Department while in the
workplace and off-duty.

This is Vegas PD's Oath.

This is the last
job from this particular employer,

but you only have 24 hours.
The employer is

extremely satisfied with your
work, and there's more employers

that are in need of your
services.

You know this guy?

You know the first animal I
ever killed was a squirrel.

I accidentally ran over it with
my parents' minivan.

I really did try to avoid it.
When I felt it go under the

tires, I slammed on the breaks.
I looked out the rear view

mirror and saw him twitching and
jerking. Much like you are right

now. I stepped out with a
gas can, ready to put it out of

its misery.

But as I got closer, ooh, I
was fascinated.

This creature was trying to
keep its soul from being ripped

from its body. There was so much
emotion going through this thing

because it knew that it would
never live again.

All it wanted was just one
more day, just one minute, to

enjoy its life on this Earth.
And you know what it could

think about? That it's one life
was about to end.

What are you thinking about?

Well, after that, I swore to
God that I would never kill

anything again.

But every day that went by,
ooh, that hunger grew...

The hunger to see that
struggle to live.

You see I don't like what I
have to do... but I am

fascinated by it.

Lo siento, mi
amigo.

] Well, well, well, Jack!

Nice of you to join us.

Nice to see your
work ethic still supersedes

your punctuality.

Sorry I'm late.

So, we're toasting to life,
liberty, and the pursuit of

happiness.

] You mean "Property. "

] What?

Well, the phrase in the Bill
of Rights actually reads "nor...

shall any person be deprived of
life, liberty, or property. "

What?

Always by the book, Jack, huh?

Always.

It's nice to see the old
gang together again.

It's nice to see the old
gang together again.