Third Watch (1999–2005): Season 6, Episode 8 - Broken - full transcript

The woman you were watching
yesterday.

I been there, Faith.
You don't let it go,

no good'll come of it.

We'll be hearing testimony
from the Yokas children.

Let go of me! You... you...

- Faith!
- Your Honor, I move for a continuance.

Manslaughter in the second degree
on the complaint of Captain Cathal Finney, NYPD.

Bail is denied;

trial is set for
for December 9 at 10:00 a.m.

And you'll tell me everything?

- Every detail.
- Then you'll get immunity.



No. I shot him.

She murdered Donald Mann.

Not Cruz,
but your good friend Yokas.

And if you didn't know that,
then what the hell good are you to me?

Captain Finney killed my father?

You father was going to IAB
the next day.

We got a bogus call.

Your father
ended up dead.

A month later, C.T. Finney's in
a nice corner office downtown.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I'm fine. Yeah.

Hey.

- What's up?
- Couldn't sleep.



You okay?

You know who Cathal Finney is?

Yes, it's Brendan's father.

Yeah, um...

Sully thinks he killed my dad.

What?

Yeah. He said the night
my dad was shot,

he was supposed
to go down to IAB the next day,

make a statement.

About what?

It's a long story.

It's dirty cops, and...

he knew where they all knew
they were going down,

so I guess Cathal
had my dad set up.

And how could he do that?
He's head of IAB.

He wasn't back then.

I don't know.

I don't know.
I'm going to...

I'm going to look into it.

Ty...

Irish boys were running things
back then.

Maybe they put up a blue wall.

Sully couldn't get over it.

What makes you think you can?

What makes you think I can't?

You're back.

Surprised by that?

Just making an observation.

Did you tell IAB about the knife?

What knife?

The knife from the shooting
at Mercy.

IAB arrested me because someone
told them I took the knife.

I don't... I don't, uh...

I don't talk to IAB.

Tyrone Davis...

Brian... McKinnley.

Who's down here?

Oh, um... I just needed
to put a file back, sir.

- 1983...
- It's a long story...

I got time.

I'm sorry, sir.
I need to get to roll call.

We just got word
from downtown.

Councilman Daniels' wife
has been calling the PC's office off the hook.

Her husband didn't come home
last night.

What's she
want us to do?

Take a flier with his photo.
He was last seen in a gold Mercedes.

The plate number's
on the sheet. Here you go.

Probably fell asleep at
his girlfriend's house.

Help! Stop!

Help! Help!

Stop! No!

Help! Help me!
Somebody help!

Hey, I tried to watch
that DVD you gave me.

Shrek. It's hilarious,
isn't it?

Yeah, it was,
until my player broke down.

What, is it skipping?

No, the drawer is jammed.
I can't get it open.

Why didn't you
call someone?

And spend more money
on a service repair?

Well, I can't
do it, okay?

I'm-I'm committed now,
and Holly wouldn't dig it if I just rolled by your place.

Carlos, that's not
what I'm asking.

Girls always want the honey
when other bees

start buzzing around it.

Look, if it
doesn't work out,

I'll break you off some.

Carlos, watch out!

Sir?

Sir?

- Get the hell away from me!
- Son of a...

Sir, you need to calm down.

Let somebody
else pick him up.

Carlos, now!

Sir, you're bleeding;

you need to get
to the hospital.

I have my own doctor!

It's okay; we'll have him
meet us there.

Now, just let...
Come on.

Oh, my God,
let me help you.

- Who are you?!
- We're going to take care of you.

Everything's going
to be all right.

We got a 40s male ALOC
with multiple abrasions

secondary to trauma
to the face and chest.

BP: 132/78.

Pulse: 106. Resps: 20.

He's alert, GCS is 12,
and he's highly combative.

Trauma One.

Where'd you find him?

- Up on 124th.
- You guys got here fast.

We've had an APB out
on Councilman all night.

He's a jerk.

Would you stop?

He punched me
on my good side.

You have a good side?

There you are.

Parole?

Who's getting paroled?

What?

No one, uh...
No one. Go get the car.

I'll be down in a minute.

Well, what are you doing?

Nothing.
Just go get the car.

Go get the car.

Yeah?

Hey, my father's killer
only got 25 years?

- What?
- Raymond Morris--

he's up for parole
next year.

I thought I told you
to lay off of this.

I thought he got life.

Yeah, well,
you were seven years old.

25 years probably sounded
a lot like life back then.

This doesn't make any sense.
How... how could this happen?

I thought we agreed
we weren't going to talk about this anymore.

No, Sully, you need to tell me
what you know now.

Ty...

Fine, fine, I'll talk to Sharon.
She can pull the court record.

What was that about?

- So, you blacked out?
- Yes, I blacked out.

Do you remember what happened
before you did?

I was getting
into the car.

Then this guy came
up with a gun.

He forced you into the car?

Yes, he made me take him
to an ATM.

Where was that?
I want to send someone over to look at the tape.

Uh, over on
124th Street.

Near where he picked you up?

Yes. I had a meeting
at Locke-Johnson High.

Do you remember
anything specific about this guy?

Not really.

Tall, short,
clean shaven?

He was white.
The rest is a... is a blur.

Did you fight with him?
Maybe leave some marks on him?

That's okay.

You're the fourth person
that this has happened to in the last month.

Wait a minute.
This...

this has happened
to other people?

Yeah, we've had a string
of carjackings in that neighborhood.

Sir, we need you
to put on this gown

so we can examine you
and do a CT.

Just, uh...
bandage me up,

and, uh, I'll-I'll-
I'll see my own doctor in the morning.

He's near my office.

I promise by the time
your wife gets here, we'll be done.

- She is coming here
- Yeah, I called her.

Why did you have to... upset her
like that?

I mean, I'm-I'm-I'm
perfectly fine.

Okay, please, let me just take
a quick look as a precaution, then.

Oh, no.

- What's the matter?
- Damn.

I knew she looked
familiar.

Who is she?

Your husband's
girlfriend.

Faith?

- What are you doing here?
- I'm Caroline.

Yeah, I know who you are.

Well, I was supposed
to pick up Charlie

from school, but when I
got there, he was gone.

What do you mean gone?

Well, he was...
he was gonna wait by the fence.

I-I saw the rest
of his friends

come out, but no one
knows where he is.

- Where's Fred?
- Well, he's at a management conference.

I-I was supposed
to pick Charlie up

and take him
to my house,

and Fred was gonna
come pick him up later.

Well, maybe he's with Emily.

No, she's
at cheerleading practice.

I-I was hoping
he was here.

Jelly!

No. Maybe I'm
overreacting.

Jelly?

What's up?

Look, I need
to take some lost time.

Oh, you can't just
leave me hanging.

I got to. It's about my kid.
I got to go.

Come on. Maybe he's
at the soccer field?

Soccer was yesterday.

He was really freaked out.

His shirt was tattered,
his pants were ripped,

- he was even missing a shoe.
- Wait, wait, wait, go back.

His pants were ripped?

Yeah, pretty bad.

What?

Well, that explains why
he didn't want to take his clothes off.

This guy, uh, probably
picked up a pros.

She gets his
pants down around his legs,

bites his Johnson, then robs him.

No wonder he was angry.

Shouldn't you be out
looking for my car?

Oh, we got that covered.

Did you get robbed
by a prostitute?

'Cause if you did,
and she hurt you and...

maybe made a mark
on your...

you can tell me.

And come clean
before your wife gets here.

I don't pay for women.

- How about a girl with accessories?
- Accessories?

What are you saying?

- A transvestite?
- I'm not gay.

Well, something
isn't right here.

Uh, a guy puts a
gun to your head,

takes you to an ATM,
beats the crap out of you.

Yeah, yeah, he had a...
had a gun to my head.

I tried to fight him,
but what could I do?

Well, if this
was about money,

that Rolex would be
on his wrist right now.

He was behind me.

He-He... He forced me
to the ground.

I-I tried
to elbow him. I...

See? I got him.

He kept on hitting me.

This is...

This guy has
done this before,

but normally, he gets
the money, he's gone.

Oh, well, he wouldn't stop.

He laughed.

Can you believe that?
He laughed.

Did he want
something?

- My, uh...
- You got to tell me.

What did he
want, Johnathan?

My credits cards, my wallet...

My son's picture...

You're not making any sense,
Johnathan.

He... He...

When-When he was... doing it,
all I could see was my son's picture.

Doing what?

You were raped, weren't you?

Sir?

- I know how hard this is.
- No. No, you don't.

We need to do a-a rape kit,
an HIV test.

No. No.

Even if we don't use
the kit now,

we save it for later.
It increases our chances of prosecuting.

I'm not prosecuting anybody.

Whoever did this needs to pay.

You think I'm going
public with this?

I'm not asking you
to go public.

Just let the doctor
do some tests.

Johnathan.

Daddy.

Hey, sport.

- Are you all right, sir?
- Yeah.

I'm-I'm fine.

Did you bring clothes for me
to change into?

- Yes, sir.
- How did this happen?

- Karen...
- Did a gang do this?

It was one guy.

- Who are you?
- I'm Sergeant Cruz.

Well, shouldn't you be out
looking for who did this?

I have people
canvassing the area.

Well, they'd better find him.

When Bloomberg came into office,
who do you think was standing up for you?

We're doing our best,
but it's very important

that your husband provide us
with whatever information that he can.

Sir, do you want
to release a statement?

New York One is already calling.

Uh, I was robbed at 124th
and Riverside,

but I should be back tomorrow
to argue the school closings.

You are not arguing anything.

First thing in the morning,
you are doing a press conference.

- No, Karen, no.
- Think of the sympathy vote.

No, I'm not talking
to the damn press.

If you want
to help me,

get that doctor back in here
so I can go home.

Sir, what credit cards
were stolen?

American Express.

Here. Here's the number.

Great.

I will notify credit theft,

see if it
gets used,

and I'm gonna need to take
some photos of your injuries.

It can be useful in court.

We'll never get in to court
if you don't get out of there and find this guy!

Thank you, ma'am.
We're doing our very best.

Did he say where he was going?

Well he told me Caroline were pick em up

You might want to try
Timmy's house.

They sometimes hang
out there after school.

All right. If you hear anything,
will you call me?

Me, too.

- I can't believe this is happening.
- Yeah, well it is.

Listen, why don't you
go back to the school,

and I'll get his baseball list
and start making some calls.

- Let me try Charlie's cell again.
- Charlie has a cell?

- We bought it for him.
- He's 13.

Well, I thought it was only fair
since you got Emily one.

Well, thanks for
checking with me.

Em? Hey, baby.

Is he with you?

Okay.

Uh, I'm gonna go back to the
apartment and wait for him.

Yeah, Caroline's gonna go,
uh, back to the school.

All right. Bye.

- Any luck?
- No.

Look, Faith, I'm sorry
we had to meet like this.

Yeah, 'cause otherwise, it
could have been a real treat.

Is this about your old man?

Hey, hey.

It's none of
your business.

I thought you and I were partners.
You got problems, so do I.

This ain't the
Boy Scouts, Fin.

Man, how can you have more
in common with Sully than you do with me?

I mean, the guy's a slug
who sits on his ass all day

watching the world go by.

I mean, come on. The guy won't
even stand up

for the Pledge of Allegiance.

You know, my
dad calls guys like Sully ????

They suit up,
but they never get in the game.

Sully's been in plenty of games.

Look, we don't need
to spoon or nothing.

All I'm saying is that if we're
in this car for eight hours a day,

- I can feel the weight.
- I'm fine. Okay?

I'm fine.

Fred, don't do that to me.

I hate when you do that to me.
Don't tell me to calm down!

You stand up in court, you call me call me
an irresponsible parent.

What do you call this?

You give a stranger our child.
No, Fred, I don't know her,

and our kids don't know her.
And she lost my son.

Hey.

Charlie.

Fred, he's here.

I'm gonna call you back.

Charlie, where
have you been?

I just wanted
to see you, and I...

This is not
how you do that.

- I know, but...
- Charlie, how many times

have I told you
that you should never leave school

when somebody is picking you up?

I know, Mom.
I'm sorry.

You're sorry? What
is wrong with you.

- Look, just calm down.
- Don't talk to me.

We were looking
all over the city for you.

We thought
somebody kidnapped you.

I was just coming to see you.

Don't you ever do this again.
Do you hear me?

Don't you ever do this again.

Oh, Charlie.

Yeah. Yeah.

Are they using the credit cards
right now?

Yeah. Thanks.

What's going on?

I found our rapist.

What is taking
it so long?

Some times
the computers go down.

Just give it a sec.

You dented
my car, moron.

- Stay down!
- Put the gun away.

Get up.

- Just trying to help.
- We don't need your help.

Spread your legs.

Put your hands
behind your back.

You're welcome.

- No press, nothing.
- No, I promise, no press.

No one can hurt you now.

Number one,
step forward.

Number two,
step forward.

Three...

Is that him?

Is that the one
that did this to you?

Just tell me
the number.

Uh... n-number three.

Good.

That wasn't so hard,
huh?

It looks like him
but... that's not him.

What?

Hm-mm. No,
he's not there at all.

- Look, I know you're scared...
- I'm done!

You just said...

Don t do this

collected from my car.

At least, let's
get him on the robbery.

You're just going to let him go out there
and do the same thing to someone else?

Any luck?

You did your best.
Thank you, Lieutenant.

You're suppose to be
tough on crime, huh?

Don't do this.

What the hell
was that about?

The guy's in there
but Councilman Daniels won't make the ID.

- Then cut him loose.
- Let a sex offender walk?

Well, if he's
not gonna cooperate,

you're going to have
to give that guy a D.A.T.

because you barely
have him on a misdemeanor.

Until I hear
from central warrants,

I'm not unlocking the cage.

Ready to come clean,
rough rider?

- You got nothing.
- We got the DNA from a rectum that says otherwise.

And the victim ID'd you
last night.

If that was true,
you'd have booked me then.

Not if I was waiting for the councilman
to prepare a speech first.

Oh, you think you raped
some jailhouse snitch?

He's a two-term incumbent.

And when people find out
what you did to him,

oh, they're gonna be
all up in your ass.

He asked for it.

Do you really think
that the jury

is going to believe
that this was consensual?

Do you... do you smell that?

That's the creek
you're floating up.

This is your paddle.

Now, if I were you,

I'd come clean.

Otherwise, any deal
that I would've made with the D.A.

is off the table.

I got three collars last week,
two yesterday.

Swersky says I'm kicking ass.

- Good for you.
- Yeah, I'm learning a lot

from Davis, too, you know.

I was expecting Denzel
in Training Day,

- but he's nothing like that.
- Nah, that was his dad.

What happened with you
and his old man?

We worked together.
That's all.

Well, do you know anything
about how he was killed?

Why are you asking?

Well, Davis has been
looking into it,

and I keep telling him to come
and talk to you, but he won't.

- Been looking into it, huh?
- Yeah, he had a yellow sheet

on his dad's death.

Yeah, what's going on?

Just wanted to give you
a heads up, man.

About what?

There's some officer here
to see Raymond Morris.

Oh, yeah?
What's his name?

Ty Davis.

You don't say.

Everything all right?

What about this Davis kid?

He just, uh, thinks something
stinks with his father's death.

You know what the problem is
with these people?

They don't believe the truth.

O.J. was framed;
Michael Jackson just likes kids.

His damn father was killed
in the line of duty. That's all.

Well, hey, if it's okay,
can I have him come and talk to you?

If he wants to,
I'll be here.

Listen, on Sunday, your mom's
having a little dinner after Jenny's gymnastics thing.

I expect you to come.

Wouldn't miss it.

Hello?

I stopped by your office.

They said you were sick.

I've wanted to open
this room up for years.

Isn't that a, uh, bearing wall?
Are you sure you know what you're doing here?

Uh-huh.
Now we're talking.

I wanted you
to know that the guy confessed.

To the robbery?

All of it.
All you got to do is sign a complaint.

I did the hard work.

This is going to
be a nice room. Real big.

Are you listening to me,
Johnathan?

There'll be a lot more space.

Always use some more space.

Hey the wall can wait.

I can't sign a complaint.

I know you're scared, okay,

but I promise you
all you have to do is talk to the D.A.,

and we'll seal the file.

She and I are going to be
the only ones who know your identity.

You can't promise that.
Don't promise that.

She probably won't even
make you testify.

"Probably"?

I can have the D.A.
come down here to you

if that's going
to be easier.

They'd kill me with this.

I... I'm tough on crime?

I can't even protect myself.

This man admitted
that he raped you

and he needs
to be punished.

I got to finish this
before my wife comes back.

Councilman...
Councilman!

Who are you?

I don't look familiar?

Can't say that you do.

You killed my dad.

But, you know, you shot him
in the back of the head.

I guess you wouldn't notice
the resemblance.

- Look, I was a kid...
- You can save your sob story.

I just want to know how somebody
with your credentials

spends less time in here
than my dad spent on the street.

- I ain't gonna talk about this.
- Yes, you are. You owe me.

You owe my mother,
my sisters.

Look, man, you can't be
rolling up here now.

You're the one that
was screamed conspiracy, right?

Right? I just want to know
who set you up.

Was it, uh, Scott Murray?
Tyler O'Reilly?

Marc Vicetti?

How about Cathal Finney?

That name ring a bell?

He's the guy that booked you
on felony drug possession

then had it dropped only to have
you arrested two days later

for killing my dad?

- Playa...
- What did he do?

What, he drop a gun on you,
get a false confession?

I don't get it, man.
21 years ago, you were begging

for somebody to listen to you.
Why are you flipping the script now?

What's he got on you?

Is he sending your mom checks?
Kicking you back cigarette money? What?

Oh... yeah.

Funny.

Oh, I'm glad that you can find
the humor in all this.

Maybe I should just go down
to the parole board,

beg them not to let you
out of here.

- Come on, man.
- Decorated officer in his nice dress blues.

I bet I could
be quite persuasive.

That ain't right, yo.

What the hell do you know
about what's right?

Look, they made me do it.

Okay, is that what
you want to hear?

They made me do it.

C.T. was big.

He ran drugs in
all the projects,

but he'd let you make your money
as long as you kicked him back.

Now, every now and then,
to make himself look legit,

he'd run our asses in.

One of our boys paid his price,
he'd get the charges kicked.

So what's that got to do
with my dad?

Yo, one time my
number came up.

But instead of money,
C.T. said he wanted a favor.

So there's a brother
trying to rat me out.

Now, all you got to do
is go to this apartment and wait.

I'll have your back.

He said if I took him out,
he'd give me half the projects.

The window faced
the spot in the park

where he said your
pops would be.

The bastard even
gave me the gun.

The only thing
he didn't tell me

was that the dude I shot
was a cop.

I ain't stupid enough
to kill no cop.

The ballistics match.

Uh-oh, not good, Ray.

Come on, Finney.

You know I didn't know
he was a cop.

What did you say?

You told people this story?

I bitched to everybody--
my attorneys, the judge.

Even your dad's partner.

Who, Sullivan?

Sent him letters
for years.

- What?
- I gave him, dates, times, places.

Thinking he'd be the only one to
care about this mess.

Do you think I ever
heard from him?

Nope.

You're talking
about John Sullivan?

So the best thing
I could've ever done was taking C.T.'s deal.

What the hell do you want?

Relax, Ray.

I said I'd have your back.

25 years.

I'd take it if I were you.

You're going to testify to this.

- Yo, let's get it straight...
- I'm going to get a D.A. down here,

you're going to testify to this.

They're not going
to listen to you.

These white boys
did to your old man.

- Look what they did to me.
- I'm coming back here, I'm bring a D.A.,

you're going to testify to this.

In 12 months I plan on
walking out of here, alive.

That won't happen if they find
out I'm talking to you.

Please...

So you didn't say anything
to IAB about the knife?

No. Why the hell
would I do that?

Well, you and Davis were the
only ones who knew I took it.

I'm not the mole.

I know. I'm sorry I even asked.
It's just that the whole thing is weird.

Cruz, I...

- Sergeant Cruz.
- This is Councilman Daniels.

Oh, uh, too late.
I cut him loose two hours ago.

- I'm sorry to hear that.
- No, you're not.

All you politicians stand for
the same thing-- nothing.

Actually, I took your advice,
Officer.

I'm going to get through this.

Oh, really?

Well, that's just great,
because I've still got a rapist

walking the streets.
The D.A. wouldn't take my case

unless I had
a willing complainant.

- That's why I'm calling.
- Yeah, what happened?

- You had a change of heart?
- Yeah, you could say that.

As soon as you get down here
and talk to the D.A.,

I'll go nab the guy.

He's at the SRO
on 152nd street and Lex.

How do you know that?

I'm a councilman, Sergeant.

- I got ins everywhere.
- Johnathan, how...

By the time you get here,

it will be handled.

Johnathan?

Johnathan.

Okay, let's move it.

Around this car and left.

Next turn! Let's go!

Hey!

Next left. Next left.

Let's move it! Damn!

Look out! Look out!

You ain't serious.

Were you serious?

You don't have the balls.

Ow! ( screams )

Now neither of us do.

God!

To the right! To the right!

I don't deserve this!

Yeah?
Yeah, yeah?

How about this?

Do you know what you did to me?

You destroyed me!

Somebody help me!

My God, you sick freak!

Please!

What?
What did you say?

I'm sorry.

Yeah?

Well, I'm not.

Jacob!

It's over.

- Put the gun down.
- No.

Johnathan...
don't do this.

I'm not doing anything,

you are.

I'm not going
to shoot you.

How can I live with this?

How's your family going
to live without you, huh?

Stop talking!
Just do it!

You don't want to die.

I'm dead already.

I'm not going to ask you again.

I know what it feels like.

I know what
it feels like

to, to want to wash
the filth off you.

Pull the trigger.

You think it was hard
for you to step up?

I'm a police sergeant.

Do it!

I do that, they win.

We can't let them win.

That's weak,
Johnathan.

That's what the weak ones do.
They make decisions,

and then ten minutes later
they can't live with them!

You went to Yale.

You'll get this knocked down,

you'll be out in no time
and then you'll write a book about it.

That's what happens
to people like you.

I, on the other hand,
have to get up every day

by myself, and talk worthless pieces
of crap off ledges!

Now I'm not going
to ask you again.

Get up!

That's how you want
to play it?

Then go ahead...

because if you think
blowing your head off

makes you a man,
then you're right...

your son doesn't need you.

Hey.

Hey, you okay?

Sully, don't.

Don't what?

What's going on?

I saw Raymond Morris today.

Turns out he had my father's back
more than his own partner did.

Look, Davis, I don't know
what he said to you

or what you think
you figured out,

but your father
was like a brother to me.

Why didn't you return
any of Raymond's letters?

Years of letters.

- You just don't get it.
- Why didn't you re-open the case?

Maybe you didn't do anything
because you had something

to do with his death?

Hey!

You don't talk to me like that.

It's true, isn't it?

If I had gone up against
the department on this,

do you think they would have let
your mother keep your father's pension?

Huh?

How was she supposed
to take care of you and your sisters?

How was she supposed
to pay for you to go to Columbia?

- That doesn't make it right.
- This isn't about being right.

This is about what is.

I keep trying to tell you
we're solving problems out here,

and that's what I did.

Well, that wasn't enough, Sull.

You know what?

You can think whatever you want
to think.

I don't give a damn.

But don't you ever question
my loyalty to your father again.

You don't have that right.

So Mr Mc Kingley,

You retired in '83?

Right after Davis'
father died.

'Cause of how
it went down?

Of course.

So you believe the death
wasn't on the up and up?

It wasn't.

A two-year-old
could have figured this out.

How?

The IAB folder
had two complete pages.

Wait a minute.
I saw this yesterday.

The one they wanted you to see.

So, you were part
of the cover-up.

This was my
get-out-of-jail-free card.

I saw what Cathal
and his boys did to Ty

and I knew
what they'd do to me.

What is this?

The apartment that Raymond
Morris shot from

was rented by Anti-Crime.

The gun was vouchered
into the evidence room

three weeks earlier.

Everyone heard
Raymond's claims,

but we all pretended we didn't.

Everyone you would have
complained to was standing in the room.

Look, these guys knew
exactly what they were doing.

They got a no-good drug dealer
with an outstanding warrant to shoot a cop.

They knew he'd get sacked
with a public defender

straight out of SUNY
who'd think they were doing something

by getting their client
25 years, not life.

Why didn't you say something?

I notified the Chief
of Internal Affairs.

But he gave me
the NYPD party line:

"Brian, we don't need
bad press.

"We got a cop killer
off the street.

End of story."

- No, no, this is...
- I'm not saying it's right,

but on 45K a year,
it's what happens.

I got to give this to Davis.

You can have a copy.

But I got to be honest
with you, Detective,

you're going up against people
who had no problem killing a cop.

They don't care
about your family or Davis'.

They will do whatever it takes
to protect their money

because that's what
this is about.

So don't think you're here
on the sly.

They're already
12 steps ahead of you, so be careful.

These guys will take out anyone
who stands in their way.

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