Justified: City Primeval (2023): Season 1, Episode 1 - City Primeval - full transcript

Hey.

Ticktock goes the clock.

- Can I at least
finish this first?

You can
finish it in the car.

- Jesus, are we not on time?

- There's no such
thing as on time.

You're either early
or you're late.

And where you're going,
we're gonna be early.

♪♪ Don't overthink it ♪♪

♪♪ Don't overthink it ♪♪

- Can we pull over at
the next rest stop?



- You sound like every
fugitive I ever transported.

Stalling, pleading,
looking for their chance

to give me a slip out
the bathroom window.

- Place you're
shipping me off to

might as well be a prison.

- Website made it
look quite pleasant.

- They won't let you leave.

And they take your phone.

- Sounds like heaven.
- Uh-huh.

You wouldn't last an
hour without your phone.

How else would you get the call?

What call? Your call?

All you do is text.

And you barely do that anymore.



- Not my call, the call.

Come on, Dad, I don't
want to do this.

I'm guessing
you'll think about that

next time you consider

punching a girl in the face.

- I barely touched her.

- You broke her nose.

- She deserved it.

That's
not the point.

Now you sound like Mom.

She and the Stache
go to the Caribbean

and I get conversion therapy.

- It's camp, Willa.

♪♪ What you've done ♪♪

♪♪ Being under the gun ♪♪

- Why can't I just
stay with you?

- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm all right.

Stay put.

- See what I got here?

We gonna do a little trade...

Let you have a pickup
for that there.

You see a problem with that?

- Nah, he don't see
a problem with that.

Unless he wants to see this
fine young thing get hurt.

Drop the pistol.

Kick it over.

How about you?

See what I got here?

That "young thing"
is my daughter.

So we're all gonna
stay real frosty

because you don't
want to spend hours

out in gator country
waitin' to get hauled off

to the local shithole.

If you scratch my back,
I'll scratch yours.

You have my word.
- Yeah, where I'm from,

that don't mean shit.

- Where is that?

- Plenty of other spots.

- I'm good.

Got here a little
four-point, five-point.

Hey, hey!

You piece of shit!
Get back here!

Clement
Mansell, take two.

♪♪ I'm gonna fight 'em off ♪♪

♪♪ A seven-nation army
couldn't hold me back ♪♪

♪♪ They're gonna rip it off ♪♪

♪♪ Takin' their time
right behind my back ♪♪

♪♪ And I'm talkin'
to myself at night ♪♪

♪♪ Because I can't forget ♪♪

♪♪ Back and forth
through my mind ♪♪

♪♪ Behind a cigarette ♪♪

♪♪ And the message comin'
from my eyes says ♪♪

♪♪ "Leave it alone" ♪♪

Here's what's
on the docket.

And you have a lunch at 1:30.

- You have the dealership
talk you through the app?

- Mm-hmm. Just push the
button. It goes vroom.

Look at all this.

Just push the button,
it goes vroom?

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

And...

okay.

Motherfu...

All rise.

Third Circuit Judicial
Court of Wayne County,

presided over by the
Honorable Judge Alvin Guy...

Yep.

- Your Honor, the
prosecution would like to ask

for a continuance.

- What the hell for?

- Well, in light of
the recent events...

- Events?

You mean that someone tried
to blow me up this morning?

I want everyone here to get
one thing straight right now.

I have thrived in
this racist-ass city

in this racist-ass
system for over 30 years.

Gonna take more than a car bomb

to keep me from
meting out justice.

Now, are we all clear?

Yes, Your Honor.

- Let's get it on.

- Well, in that case,
Your Honor, we call

Deputy U. S. Marshal
Raylan Givens.

So when
did you realize

the defendant was a fugitive
with Michigan warrants?

- When I called it
in, I was informed

there was a BOLO on him.

- Your Honor, the defendant
is a twice-convicted

narcotics dealer who ran once

and, given a chance,
will do so again.

In addition, we're adding
the Florida charges

of assault with a deadly weapon
and attempted kidnapping.

The state recommends
bail be denied.

- I'm shocked.

Ms. Wilder, nothing
to add, I hope?

- Just a few
questions, Your Honor.

Marshal, good morning.

- Good mornin'.

- So after you placed
my client into custody,

you waited for law enforcement?

Dispatch said
they were an hour out.

I thought it was in your
client's best interests

I expedite the process.

- So you took them
to the courthouse?

- I drove him and his
road dog to the courthouse

where they were both arraigned.

- Straight to the courthouse?

- Pretty much.

- Registration deadline
was 9:00 a. m. sharp.

- I'm a Deputy U. S. Marshal.
I was hung up on official duty.

- In that case, perhaps
you should have used

your vast powers to
get here on time.

- No such thing as on time.

- So after you tried to
drop your daughter off,

then you took Mr. Power
to the courthouse.

- Pretty much.

Okay. As promised.

- I get out these handcuffs,
I'm lighting your bitch-ass up.

Tyrone, here's
how we're gonna play this.

Gonna unlock your hands.

If you don't behave,

you're gonna spend a
little time in the trunk.

- You got my triple
steak cheeseburger?

- And skinny fries and
two orange freezes.

- Motherfucker, I
wanted Chick-fil-A!

- Sit your ass down.

- Somebody got something
they want to add?

- Marshal, you said
it was hot that day.

Did I?
Yes.

In your written statement,
you said that it was

in the best interest
of my client

to drive them due
to the weather.

- Your Honor, relevance?

- Wherever this is
going, get there.

- 96 degrees, Your Honor,

with 90% humidity.

So while you were having
your leisurely lunch

with your daughter,

you left my client in your car.

- With an orange freeze

and the window
cracked, I might add.

- In the back seat
of a hot black sedan.

Yeah!
Objection!

- Uh, Marshal, did you
ever threaten my client?

- Well...
- Did you at any time threaten

to put him in the
trunk of a car?

- It's my recollection
your client was behaving

in a threatening manner.

- So you were going to put

a Black man

in the trunk of your car?

- If necessary, I would have
put a white man in there too.

- Your Honor, the marshal is
not the one on trial here.

- Give me a minute
and he will be.

- Who the fuck is that?

What?

- Something funny, little girl?

- Cat videos, mostly.

- Who does this child belong to?

- That would be me, Your Honor.

- Why am I not surprised?

Bailiff, escort the
marshal's daughter

to one of our finest
holding cells.

- Is that really necessary?
- Of course it is.

Otherwise, I wouldn't
have done it.

- How 'bout you make
her just wait outside?

- How 'bout you learn
to shut your mouth

in my courtroom?
- I imagine that'll make it

difficult to finish
my testimony.

- One more crack,
testimony'll be

the least of your concerns.

Now, are you gonna
shut your mouth,

or am I gonna have to?

Your Honor, I
have six cases to cite

as precedent for dismissal...

- Can I ask you a question
off the record, Your Honor?

What's more surprising to you,

that someone made an
attempt on your life

or that it hasn't
happened more often?

- Are you threatening me?

- State versus
Craig Jones III...

- I'm way ahead
of you, Counselor.

Remand the marshal

and along with his
daughter to the bailiff.

All the charges stemming from
the incident in Florida...

Assault, attempted carjacking,

felony possession of a
firearm... are dropped.

The charges from the state
of Michigan will stand.

Bail is set at 100 grand.

- So this is what you
call quality time?

Givens.

- Chief.

- Can't wait to hear this.

- If I can just
sign my paperwork,

turn in my car,
we'll be on our way.

- You're gonna need 'em.

- No, I've got a cheap one-way
rental for the drive home.

Raylan, meet
Detective Wendell Robinson.

Detective, meet Raylan Givens.

- 'Sup, slim?

- This because of that
bullshit with the judge?

- Nope, it's because you two
are gonna be working together.

I got a task force
with Detroit PD

looking into who tried
to kill Judge Guy.

I want you to lead
the marshal presence.

- Lou, no.

It wasn't a question.

- I promised my kid.

We got a whole road trip
planned back to Miami.

- You gonna make her
ride in the trunk?

- Dan's not gonna okay this.

- Dan's exact words were,
"Take him. I don't need him."

Chief...
A fair amount

of political
pressure on this one.

Besides, you've been
special requested.

- Requested by who?

- Judge Guy.

Says you're just the
man for this one.

- You're kidding me.

- Sometimes I guess it
takes an angry white guy

to catch an angry white guy.

- You mind giving us a minute?

- Sure thing.

- Look...

we already have a lead
on who's responsible.

Work with DPD. Find
these assholes.

You'll be out of here and
on your way in 24 hours.

- 24 hours?

♪♪ You can pick on me, oh ♪♪

♪♪ Come and take my hand ♪♪

♪♪ If you think you're
ready come with me ♪♪

♪♪ To the promised land ♪♪

♪♪ I may be trouble ♪♪

♪♪ I'll make you look a fool ♪♪

♪♪ Don't you keep
on trying, baby ♪♪

♪♪ Don't know what to do ♪♪

♪♪ You can't keep waiting
around for a miracle ♪♪

♪♪ You came to save your soul ♪♪

♪♪ You came to save my soul ♪♪

♪♪ Oh, yeah ♪♪

- Thought we agreed
to meet up later.

- I wanted to get eyes
on your new friend.

- What if he'd
gotten eyes on you?

- I like this skirt.
Makes your legs look good.

- Everything makes
my legs look good.

They give you
that when you got the job?

- That and all the rest.

- Well, I'd like to see
all the rest of you.

- I get off in an hour.

- I don't think I
can wait that long.

- I'll bet you can.
- Course I can.

But I ain't gonna.

- My boss has had it
up to here with me.

- Baby, you don't
need this job anymore.

Clement's here.

- Job's the reason we
got the Albanian mark

and the penthouse crash pad.

Why don't you tell
your boss you feel sick,

you need to go home early?

My guess is, it'll
play just fine.

Yeah.

Yes! Oh, yes! Oh, please! Oh!

You know, I'm
writin' a song about you.

Yeah?
Yeah.

- Is it called "Sandy"?

Not a lot
rhymes with Sandy.

'Cept Randy.
- Or handy.

- I can't wear any of this shit.

What happened
to your clothes?

- There was a fire.

Your clothes got
burned up in a fire?

Who'd you
say this guy was?

"Del Weems."

How'd you meet ol' Del?

- At the casino,
same as Skender.

But he was in the
high roller room.

- Well, maybe we
should be robbing him,

seeing as the Albanian was
gambling at the $10 table.

- Don't worry.
Skender has money.

- Yeah? Where'd that commie
ass-wipe get his dough from?

- Hot dogs.

Skender says there's a
lot of money in hot dogs.

And all Del's money
is electronic...

Bitcoins, encrypted
accounts and shit.

- I tried to hold up a guy in
Whitefish a few weeks back.

Put the gun to his head,

and he asked me if
he could Venmo me.

I mean, I got so damn depressed,

I went straight
to the nearest bar

and just drank myself stupid.

- I remember what
you told me once...

How foreigners make better marks

'cause they don't trust banks.

They keep cash lying around.

- You remember that, huh?

Maybe you and I
ought to visit Mr. Hot Dog,

see how much money
he's really got.

I'm almost out of dope.

The man who would
be fucking king.

- How'd you sleep?

That's funny.

- Cute puppy.

How many of them you guys bring?

We only need one.

Belgian Malinois.

Like a German
shepherd on steroids.

You ever seen one in action?

Hang around.

Maybe we'll get lucky.
It's quite a sight.

- What do you do
if three guys run

in different directions?

- You the marshal?

- Raylan Givens.
- Maureen Downey.

Well, you missed
this shits yesterday,

Raylan Givens.

We got this tip from a
group call themselves

the Wolverine Militia.

I go to question some of 'em
at this auto shop they work at,

gave up this location in
about, mm, six seconds.

- Hey, who's in charge here?

I am.

He is.
We're co-heads.

- Okay, good.
We're ready to go.

Copy that.

Stick around, Marshal.

I'll show you how we get
shit done in Detroit.

Clear.

All right. We're
clear. Come on.

Enough
bomb-making paraphernalia

for a small army.

- God damn.

All right, get somebody
to bag this up.

- Still warm.

Check the house
again. Get the dog ready.

You coming, Givens? Come on.

- Things that occur to you

when you grew up
in a mining town.

Shit! Move. Go, go!

- Shit.

- Flip the kill switch.
- I did!

- You give it some gas?
- I thought you put gas in.

- I'm talking
about the throttle!

- The what?

Police K9! Freeze!

- God damn it.

Stellen!

- Chain that goddamn thing up!
- Yeah, sure thing, Jim.

As soon as you tell us about
the plot to kill the judge.

Oh, kiss my
ass!

I want that dog gone and
I want my lawyer out here.

- Hey, you got kids?

- Daughter, yeah.

- I'd get my phone out
and record this next bit

if I was you.

Let her go.
Stellen!

No. Ahh!

Ahh!

I got all day, buddy.

- How many others are there?

How many other targets?

- There's nobody else.
It's just the judge.

And it's personal. Ow!

God! Ahh!

♪♪ Mm-hmm ♪♪

♪♪ I never thought ♪♪

Jamal,
come on now. Stop.

Mmm, mmm, mmm.

How is it possible, hmm?

You're more beautiful every day.

- How is it possible
there was a time

when I fell for that?

- How are you?

How's business?

- Better now that my
shit-heel partner is gone.

- That's how you see me?

- As gone?
- As shit-heel?

- Everything's fine.

Just been real busy
cleaning up your mess.

- You know this is hard for me.

Right?

- I'm trying to restart
my life. - Hmm.

- I lost my wife...
- Oh, no.

- Lost my house, my practice...
- Oh, no, no, no, no.

- I've lost a lot.
- No, no, no.

You threw them away when
you defrauded your wife

and this community that
you was supposed to help.

- I understand you still angry.

Ugh.
Well, lookie here.

See, if I don't pay
back these creditors,

they gonna start diggin'
into my financials.

And who knows,
whatever they turn up,

it might hurt both of us.

- I cover for you,
I pay you alimony,

and you-you still
here threatening me?

- Carolyn, I am not
threatening you.

I am not
threatening you.

I am being honest with you.

And that's what you
wanted from me, right?

That's what you said.
You wanted honesty.

- If it's money you want,

I suggest you start by selling
them little cute Gucci loafers.

Bye, Jamal.

- It's good seeing you, Carolyn.

- You really do look good.

♪♪ A thousand
times or more ♪♪

♪♪ I knocked upon
your door, girl ♪♪

- I don't know why you still
give that man the time of day.

- Maybe I'm just a
sucker for a pretty face.

For helping out with Tyrone.

- Cowboy marshal did
most of the work,

you want to know the truth.

- It's less than
we talked about.

- Marcus, come on.

I owe you for a lifetime
of watching out for me.

You want
to talk about it?

- About the marshal?

- No. Not the marshal.

- Why can't anybody
just do the right thing?

- It's a little early for
the big questions, isn't it?

- All right, Sweety.

I'll see you around.

- Sweety's.

- After all these years,
and you still open

the place up yourself.

How you doin', Sweety?

♪♪ Remember what goes up ♪♪

♪♪ Surely must come down ♪♪

♪♪ You've got to keep ♪♪

- Two days and all you
got are questions for me?

Maybe I got the wrong white
boy doing my hunting after all.

Ah, about time my
assistant showed up.

Damn, woman, they make you
kung pao that chicken yourself?

- If we could just have

a few minutes alone, Your Honor.

- Whatever it is, you
can say it right here.

- The man we caught in
the woods today told us

his buddy ain't
trying to kill you

'cause you put him away

or out of some misguided
notion of patriotism.

He, uh...

- He says you banged his mother.

- Uh...

Let's talk in my study.

Every day she sat

in that courtroom eyeing
me like I was Wagyu beef.

I gave her son the maximum.

And she still wanted a piece.

What's that say?

- Raises a lot of
questions, Judge.

- Questions about intention
that, were they to come up

before a judicial
board of review,

could land a man
in your position

in a lot of trouble.

- If I were you all,
I'd be very careful

about leveling accusations.

20 years on that bench.

I've seen some shit.

Things you and your bosses
don't want to come to light.

And you know I'm for real.

- Your Honor, we just
want to catch the guy

who blew up your
car and lock him up.

Any information on the
mother could help us.

♪♪ I'm going to give you ♪♪

♪♪ What you're here for ♪♪

♪♪ I've got the means
to take you there ♪♪

♪♪ I'm not here to kill you softly ♪♪

♪♪ But I promise to be
good to your earhole ♪♪

- ♪♪ Put your hands together ♪♪

♪♪ Come on and
stomp your feet ♪♪

♪♪ Put your hands together ♪♪

♪♪ Come on and stomp your feet ♪♪

- Hey, you miss me?

I missed you.

- Thought you had it
with the Motor City?

- Well, I wanted to
see little old Sandy,

and, uh, you know...

Been
workin' on something.

You got Stroh's
for an old friend?

You been giggin'?

- Not so much these days.

- Just did some
demos out in Austin.

I gotta play you some
stuff one of these days.

You want to hook up Sandy?
I gotta use the can.

You know weed
is legal now, right?

They got these shops you
just walk in, browse...

Like
buying a record.

I know, but
then I wouldn't get

to see my old pal then, would I?

- You heard his tape?

- No. He never
plays me his shit.

- A'ight, let's go.
- We just got here.

Chug-a-lug, darlin'.
I don't want to be late.

Eh, thank you, Sweety.

- See ya.

- Not if I see you first.

♪♪ Come on and let's get free ♪♪

♪♪ Put your hands
together, come on ♪♪

Hot potato!

- What... where...
Where did you get this?

- Right where I left it.

In the ceiling
above the shitter.

Might need it when I follow you

to the Albanian's place.

- You're not gonna
hurt him, are you?

- That always depends
on them, honey.

- Hey, baby.

Come on in.

Come and wash up.

- Why'd you ask me to come by?

- What, a mother can't ask
her son over to dinner?

I made
you pot roast.

Just like you like it.

There you go. Mmm, mmm, mmm.

- Thanks.

- You're really hungry, huh?

So, um, did you
have anything to do

with the bombing of
that judge's car?

- It was a message.

- A message?

- He dishonored our family.

- Dishonored our what?

What is this, feudal Japan?

- Huh?

You moron.

You have messed up everything

with every man who
has come into my life

ever since your piece
of shit father left.

- No, no, that asshole
judge took advantage of you,

and-and-and I will
not stand for it,

- And I loved every
single minute of it.

- What'd you do?

- Hello, Barry.

Barry, why
don't you put your hands

on the table where
I...
Barry!

- Stay back!
- All right.

- He's got a knife.
- Take another step,

Mama gets it!

Stand back. Back the fuck
up. Back the fuck up.

You're hurting me.

Back up.
I'm being serious!

- Okay.

Don't take
another step. Come on.

Stand back.
Ahh.

I said stand back!

- You're hurting
me. - Stop.

I will... shut up.
Just get the fuck back!

- Barry...
- Get back!

I'm a serious man!
- Okay.

Okay. Mom,
get down there.

Get down there, Mama.

Get the
fuck down there.

Get down there. Stay back.

Okay. Okay.

Stay back! I'm not
messing around!

I'm not fuckin' around!

Get down there, Mama.

Get down there.
- What are you doing, Barry?

- What are you doing?
- I don't know.

I just... I just need
to figure it out.

Hey, Barry?

- You're not coming down here.

- No one's coming down there.

All right, listen to me.

You don't know me.

I'm Deputy U. S.
Marshal Raylan Givens,

and I can assure you,

no one's coming
through this door.

- Yeah, y-your damn
right they're not.

- Don't need to talk tough.
I'm just tryin' to help.

Jesus himself
couldn't help him.

My son's going to
hell in a handbasket.

- Would you shut up, Mom?
What does that even mean?

It means you need
to calm your ass down.

Just talk to me, Barry.
Come on. Face to face.

- Give me one good reason I
should do anything you say.

- Because up until now,
no one has been hurt

except a Cadillac CT6.

But some of the agents and
officers up here, Barry,

especially the ones
by the toaster oven,

are a little hungry
and a lot irritable.

So if I was you

and I was sincerely
interested in saving my ass,

I'd open the door,
talk this out,

and end it while
I'm still breathing.

Come on,
Barry. What do you say?

Head to the SUV out front
instead of the afterlife?

- Okay.

Okay. Stand-stand down.

I'm gonna need a few things
if you expect me to...

- What the hell is
wrong with you people?

Get the hell out of
my goddamn house.

Oh, my God,
you broke my nose.

- Not sure that was entirely
necessary, but okay.

- Hey.

That's how we do
things in Detroit.

- He broke my nose,
Mom. - I know.

You know the
problem with a nose ring?

Leaves a hole in your nose
for the rest of your life.

Your mother know it's a clip-on?

- Nope.

- So I was thinking...

What if we drove back
by way of Memphis,

stop at every Steak 'n
Shake along the way,

visit the Rendezvous,
and go see Graceland?

- Graceland?

- Elvis' house.

- I know it's Elvis' house. No.

- Well, we could head due east.

Follow the ocean
all the way down.

Maybe hit a few ball parks.

- Here. It's Harlan.

- Yeah, I know it's Harlan.

- I'd like to go see
where we're from.

- There's nothing to see there.

You'd be bored out of your
mind after five minutes.

Harlan's kind of a
direct shot from Detroit.

- Mm.

- I'm not gonna let my
client take that deal.

- We're talking
aggravated assault.

- Reduce it by nine months.

- Three, tops.

- Come on, Diane.

There's that
woman from court.

- What woman?

- That woman you
aren't staring at.

You should go talk to her.

You aren't getting any younger,

and maybe it would be good
to have someone in your life.

- I have plenty of
people in my life.

- That's good,
'cause I'm not about

to take care of you
when you're old.

- There's a guy across
the room staring at you.

- Who?

- Ever seen Yellowstone?

I would fuck the shit
out of Kevin Costner.

- What'd you do? WILLA:
I didn't do anything.

You bought her a drink.

- Best not be a 30-year scotch.

- Told him to bring her the
dumbest drink on the menu.

We're leaving?

- Mm-hmm. Bed time for you.

- I'm not tired.
- Yes, you are.

- Thanks, Latoya.

- Sandy, you're not on
the schedule for today,

and this is not an
approved work uniform.

- That's because I'm
not working tonight.

I'm the clientele.

♪♪ Give the people what they want ♪♪

♪♪ I'll keep telling lies ♪♪

- So how many other
defendants' mothers

have you banged over the years?

- Man cannot live by
bread alone, my dear.

Lucky for me, I've
got you to see.

- You do not have anything.

Oh!

- Another dozen, bitch!
- Oh, my God, babe!

♪♪ Do yourself a favor ♪♪

♪♪ And don't call me no more ♪♪

Hit me.

Hit me.

Hit me.

♪♪ Want to share
with you what's in my mind ♪♪

♪♪ I want to share with
you what's in my mind ♪♪

♪♪ I want to share with
you what's in my mind ♪♪

♪♪ 'Cause I'm just
not satisfied ♪♪

Hey! God.

Motherf...

- Asshole. Get a life.

Let's go!

Here you go, hon. Here you go.

Lady, hello!

- I think it's the same one.

- Cracker motherfucker
piece of shit.

- Ah, damn it.

Okay.

You wanna play?

Let's play.

- Did you get the
license number?

- I can't see anything.

When I hit
it, take a look.

Call 911.

Tell the operator it's an 11-56.

Out of Northville now, dipshit.

You don't know it, but
we're going downtown.

Assault with a deadly...

Oh, shit!

Son of a bitch!

- This is my new
motherfuckin' Cadillac!

- You okay?

- Yeah.

- You hurt?

This motherfucker.

It's over.

Look out!

Well, what
do we got here?

I can walk away right
now. Never saw a thing.

Get out.

Show me where your
boyfriend lives.

He legit?

'Cause I never met a Black man

with this kind of
money that was legit.

- Maybe you need to
meet more Black men.

- What was he in?
Numbers, dope?

Jesus, guy like that,
that can't say too much

for your taste, girl.

- What are you gonna do with me?

- I ain't gonna
do nothing to you,

you show me where the man lives.

He married?
- No.

- But he lives in Palmer Woods?
Those are some big houses, huh?

Always dreamed about
living in a big house.

Lives of the Rich and Famous.

They once had on
TV this big house

Barbara Mandrell used to own.

Eight bedrooms.

12 bathrooms.

Swimming pool, bowling alley,
and an ice cream parlor.

Indoor shooting range.

Shit, she had
mirrors on the inside

of this canopy over this big bed

in this big ol' bedroom.

But the more I dreamt about it,

the bigger the question I had.

What is one man gonna do

with 12 toilets?

Tonight ain't my night.

I believe I've hit
every red light in town.

Shit.

- You know, you're not
a bad-looking girl.

Hey.

So we're still looking
for this brown notebook.

It should've been on
him, but it wasn't.

Case
now. Ain't pretty.

What the
fuck did we miss?

- Who found him?

Car from the 11th.

A woman from a
couple blocks over

calls at 1:30 to
report gunshot.

- He was spotted leaving
the casino with a girl.

Sounds a lot like
that assistant of his.

Well, we dropped the
ball on this one, fellas.

- We got any witnesses?

Nothing yet.

Start knocking on doors.

We ain't gonna close this
one without a witness.

Hey, man, we go
dipping into that well,

people start copping
to everything

but the killing of Jesus.

I don't want any suspects out
of a fucking file, you hear me?

We're gonna knock down doors,

we're gonna get this guy
while he's in his bed.

He's gonna open his eyes
like, "Oh, oh, what the fuck?"

You know? Blow his mind.

Hey. They found her.

Four miles away, Palmer Park.

Jesus Christ.

- God damn it.

What did we do?

- She was working with you.

- As a CI.

We were investigating him.

She was just a kid who
made a few bad decisions.

I put her in that car.

She didn't deserve this.

Keep me posted
on DPD's investigation.

Let me know what their
canvassing turns up.

I'll take a shift this morning,

if there's anything
needs chasing down.

Yeah.

Sorry about your
father-daughter plans.