01x03 - Happy Birthday Final

[bunniefuu]

[Bell] These were gamma tongs.

Enough fissile material to
fuel a Chernobyl-level event

right here in Los Angeles.

[Oliveras] The cartel
was the infrastructure

to smuggle this
material into the US.

If anyone knows who they
handed it off to, it's Lopez.

-Who's this?
-Whoa!

Looks like a cop to me.

[Oliveras] Javi wants to
test us. He's given us a run.

If we can get it
through, he'll trust us.

500 kilos of heroin. Street
value: fifty million.

-[Javi] You delivered. [laughs]
-Come on. Don't I always?

The man at the port did
this. Give me a name!

Volchek. [grunts] Volchek.

[device crackling]

[prisoners clamoring]

-[grunts]
-[tires screeching]

[swallows, sighs]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[exhales sharply]

[grunting]

[inhales sharply, groans]

[line ringing]

[phone ringing]

-[ringing stops]
-[sighs]

[sighs]

[sighs] What the
f*ck am I doing?

[inhales sharply] What the f*ck?

[breathes shakily]

[footsteps approaching]

[children] Happy
birthday, Daddy.

[groans] Are you sure
it's my birthday?

[children] Yes!

Okay. [groans] Come here, guys.

I love you.

Look who's awake.

Mister Big 4-0.

Thank you, baby.

[inhales deeply] Okay.

What do we have here?

-Oh. Strawberry. My favorite.
-[children] No.

-No?
-That one's not good.

-Chocolate.
-No.

That's... No,
that's very bad. No.

-Really?
-You will not like it.

-[Finau] Is it?
-[child 1] Yeah.

-Yeah, that one's very good.
-Yeah.

-That one's good for you.
-Pistachio?

Get out of here. Both of you.

-[chuckles]
-Thank you. I love you guys.

-One each.
-[child 2 giggles]

-[sighs]
-[grunts]

Don't load up too much.
We've got dinner later.

Copy that. [sighs]

You know, I would love nothing
more than to scoop you up

and take you to Hawaii.

Mmm.

But this thing is
all hands on deck.

[spouse] I know.

And that's why I love you.

Now how about you get your birthday
butt into the shower and get to work?

Yes, ma'am.

[grunts]

-[Finau] It's not bad.
-[spouse] Mmm.

[crew member 1]
Got it. Cut, cut.

[film crew chattering]

Ah, what the...

[crew member 2
speaking indistinctly]

[grunting]

[film crew speaking
indistinctly]

-[crew member 3] Let's roll sound, please.
-[sighs]

-[crew member 4] Rolling!
-[engine starts]

[Mark] Jesus.

[tires screech]

[Mark] Oh, yeah, no. It's
your world, f*ck.

[crew members chattering]

[crew member 4] Still rolling.

-Hey.
-Hey.

Saw that you called.

Sorry, I was...

Oh, yeah. No, I was just
checking to see how you were

after that b*mb went off
in our face last night.

-Ready to rock.
-Yeah?

Yeah. 100%.

-You?
-Yeah. Let's catch this shithead.

[Oliveras] Yeah.

New Kings lieutenant, Javi Lopez,
and his enforcer, Antonio Ayala,

were pronounced DOA before
reaching Health White Memorial.

Best we can tell, the expl*sive
device was standard C-4.

It was wired to the ignition switch
inside the engine of Lopez's Land Rover.

We've got local FBI ERT, as
well as b*mb tech and LAPD

supported by the lab in Quantico,
conducting a post-blast investigation.

What about that name Volchek?

Lopez's last words sounded
like a dying declaration to me.

Shepherd?

Yeah, uh, there are many
variations on that surname.

But the most common and most
likely is V-O-L-C-H-E-K.

-Etymology?
-Belarusian.

Now, Belarus is a Russian satellite
state in the truest sense of the word

since the soviet breakup in '89.

They also backed the recent aggression
in the Eastern European region,

drawing rebukes from State
and, uh, our friends at NATO.

Timur Novikov.

What?

Palmdale, I shared a cell block
with an inmate named Timur Novikov.

He was from Minsk.

[Bell] Palmdale?

[Mark] Yeah, I was, uh...

I was UC. It's a long story.

How well did you know him?

Pretty good.

He's like one of those little
dogs thinks he's a big dog.

Had some beef with the Vice
Lords. Almost got smacked.

I stood up for him. He owes me.

But, uh, we spent a
lot of time talking.

He's definitely tapped in with the
Belarusian underground here in LA.

He's connected to robbery crews,
narcotics, g*ns, you name it.

So, if our case has anything to do with
some guy from Belarus, he would know.

Where you going with this?

You gotta put me back in jail.

[clock ticking]

You sure you wanna
go back inside?

No inmate trusts a transfer.

You start asking questions,

they're gonna smell
something funny a mile away.

-What?
-Aw.

-No.
-You care about me.

-No.
-That's very sweet.

I don't want anyone in this task
force to get himself k*lled.

Okay, honestly,
I'm touched. I am.

You make it so hard to like you.

[clicks tongue] It's a gift.

[sighs]

[Nathan] How's the Little
League season progressing?

We're undefeated.

-Is that right?
-Oh, yeah.

-We won our first two.
-[Nathan] Nice.

And how's Cora doing
with everything?

She's hanging in
there. Some days...

You know...

you just sit on
the couch in a way,

you open the refrigerator door,
and you catch a memory of Noah.

Big smile, and the shoes
always untied and...

It's a mountain to climb, but
we're climbing it together.

Honestly, if I didn't have Cora,
I'd have walked into the Pacific,

headed for Catalina,
and just keep on going.

[Nathan] Well, when this thing is
over, if you ever need to talk,

or you just wanna grab
a beer and not talk...

I know. Thanks.

All right. I'm gonna get on the horn
to the warden at Palmdale Corrections

and see what we can do about inserting
Meachum back into Timur Novikov's block.

Yeah, I know someone at DOC.
I can help arrange that.

As soon as we have more information
on these b*mb materials,

-I want it in my hands.
-Got it.

[sighs] Well, these are the record
books from Javi Lopez's body shop.

He kept everything
off-grid, just hard copies.

Figured we could sort through, see
if we can find the name Volchek

or anything Belarusian.

-It's worth a shot.
-Okay.

Okay.

[Shepherd clears throat]

So, uh, I might have
low-key looked up

everyone on the task force's employee
profiles at the DHS, DEA and FBI.

And why would you do that?

Well, it doesn't
really matter why.

What matters is that
today is Finau's birthday.

-No sh*t?
-No sh*t.

[Bell] He didn't say anything.

[Shepherd] I get the feeling he's,
like, this all-business type.

Which is exactly why
we're gonna break him.

What does that mean?

-We're gonna get him a cake.
-Who?

Yeah. Keep it on
the down-low, okay?

It's classified.

Top secret.

Zoom with Warden Gil Thompson
in the conference room is a go.

I don't have to think
about it. The answer is no.

Capital N, capital O.

-I'm not sure you understand...
-No, you don't understand.

Detective Meachum undercover in Palmdale
was the worst nine months of my career.

I praised hallelujah when
you took him out of here

with his head still attached
to his g*dd*mn body.

-Warden...
-If he had gotten k*lled, that was my a*s.

And he did everything in his
power to get hisself k*lled too.

He caused a g*dd*mn
riot in the yard.

And it was but for
the grace of God

that he did not get himself
shanked five ways to Sunday.

So no, sir. Uh-uh.
Not gonna do it.

It was a bad idea then.
It is a worse idea now.

You know Tim Larson
in Victorville?

Yes, sir. What's he
have to do with it?

He said you were the best
sheriff they ever had.

Well, I don't know about
that. But Tim is a good man.

Said you knew how to lead.

All I'm asking is for a day.

I got a mission here that
can save thousands of lives,

and that is no exaggeration.

If you could prevent
another 9/11,

wouldn't you do everything
in your power to stop it?

I need to put my man Meachum
with your inmate Timur Novikov

to see what he knows.

If I go at this straight on,
he's gonna zip his mouth so shut

you'll need a jackhammer to
open it, but he trusts Meachum.

I'm sorry, sir.

I'm not letting that
man inside my jail.

Sorry, I'm not.

[clicks tongue] What
if we... [sighs]

...don't actually have
Meachum enter Palmdale?

[inmates chattering]

-[guard 1] Convict! Let's go.
-[door buzzing]

It's your lucky day, Novikov.

Your lawyer says you
get an appeals hearing.

Transfer to Foltz downtown until
the judge'll see you. Let's go.

-I told you, assholes. I tell you!
-[inmates clamoring, barking]

-I tell you, yeah! You f*cking eat this.
-[inmate barking]

[inmate] Get the
f*ck out of here!

[guards chattering]

[guard 2] Let 'em know. Stand
by! Transport 50, let's go!

[guard 3] Straight
ahead, gentlemen.

["Joker and the Thief" playing]

-[Novikov chuckles]
-Oh, sh*t!

You're not gonna make me ride
with this as*h*le, are ya?

-[chuckles]
-Walker! [laughs]

[Mark] Look at you.

Oh, I can't wait
to hear about this.

Ah, what a day!

That's all right, you don't have to
chain him up. I'll watch him for you.

[Novikov] Where have
you been, Walker?

[Mark chuckles] Shook, man.

Guards trying to testify that
I started that yard riot,

even though they know
the ABs jumped me.

So I went from infirmary
up to g*dd*mn Central,

someplace in the High
Desert, and then...

f*ck. Honestly, I lost track.

[Novikov] sh*t. You're
like a jumping bean.

[grunts] Yeah.

f*ck.

-You all right?
-Yeah. My head is murdering me.

-[chuckles]
-You never did get in with Alice Baker?

Hell no. I'll stretch any way I can, but
I ain't joining those Aryan b*stards.

I don't care what they do to me.

-Lone wolf.
-Yeah, that's me.

[Novikov] You were at HDSP, huh?

Yeah.

I heard the yard over
there can get crowded.

f*ck you talking about? There
ain't no yard over there.

Only daylight you get is in those,
uh, concrete wedges between blocks.

Twenty inmates at a time.

Guards looking down at you like
it's a g*dd*mn nature show.

f*ck, I dream about a yard.

Yo, you remember Wang? Matt
Wang, that crazy Chinese dude.

He had one eye looking at you,

the other looking at the
wall at the same time.

[Novikov] Yeah, he left
Palmdale about six months ago.

That's who I'm talking about.
He's up at the High Desert now.

Block B. I had to
help him get adjusted.

You did that for me too.

Yeah, well, why'd you go
and piss off the Vice Lords

ten minutes into
being in the lockup?

-Dumbass. [chuckles]
-You remember that?

I don't forget a thing.

I would've been easy pickings.

Nah, man, you just needed a crew
looking out for you, that's all.

[Novikov] So, why
you back in SoCal?

Well, they're pissed
about that riot,

so they're drumming up
six counts of forgery

tacked onto my original charges.

-What for?
-My f*cking cousin.

He found some pads
that we stole,

allegedly, when we knocked
over that pharmacy.

Started writing scrips
for Xanax and stuff.

And then he, uh, boom,
put the whole thing on me.

So, additional
charges, new hearing.

I don't know, man, to be honest,
it beats that High Desert.

-What about you?
-Appeal.

Yeah? What'd your shark say?

I don't know yet.
Just found out.

-[tires squealing]
-Oh, sh*t! Tire blew!

[grunts]

[grunts]

-[groaning]
-[coughs]

[pants]

Hey, assholes! This
dude's hurt back here!

[Mark groaning]

Clement, we gotta help him!

[grunts] Radio's busted.

Rescue the prisoner first, then we'll
call it in from my phone. [coughs]

[coughs]

-[Mark groans]
-[grunts]

[Mark coughing, grunting]

-Sit all the way back.
-Yeah, take her g*n!

-Hey, hey. Okay.
-sh*t.

-Don't move! Don't move, I swear to God.
-Take it easy.

Shut the f*ck up!

Unlock him. Unlock him
or your partner gets it.

[pants]

sh*t.

-I'm not f*cking playing around!
-[Oliveras] Okay!

Okay.

f*ck.

Get rid of your g*n.

Take your g*n out, put it on
the pavement. Your radio too.

-Get her g*n, get her radio.
-[g*n clatters]

-How we looking?
-Come on, baby.

[chuckles]

Come on, come on, come on.
We gotta go, we gotta go.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah. Don't f*cking move.
-[grunts]

Yeah, come on. Get those off.

-Get those off.
-[Novikov grunts, pants]

All right. Big boy, let's get up.
Get in the van. Nice and slow.

-[grunts] Yeah, yeah.
-Oh, you think this is funny, huh?

Get your f*cking a*s in the van!

Lock yourself up.

Get rid of that sh*t,
man. Get rid of that sh*t.

-All right. That went pretty well.
-Man, f*ck you. You almost shot me.

-Yeah, but I didn't.
-I thought it looked really good, man.

Oh, I know, right? All right,
see you on the other side.

Come on, let's dump
it, dump it, dump it.

-What?
-Everything.

-The g*ns?
-Yes, the g*ns.

-Come on, use your head.
-Bro.

-Let's get the hell out of here.
-Yeah.

[workers chattering]

Hey.

Nice.

We gotta put some distance
between us and that van.

All right, got about ten minutes
till this place is flooded with cops.

Look, I got nobody left in
LA who gives a sh*t about me,

so I'm open to ideas.

My uncle can get us not
just out of the city,

but out of the
whole damn country.

-For real?
-No bullshit.

He's tapped in.
Just need a phone.

[Novikov] No. [sighs]

-Yo. [shushes]
-[machinery whirring]

We gotta go.

That was fun.

Fun?

Man, give me undercover
in the field any day.

-That is my jam.
-[sighs]

When I'm at a desk, I
wanna scratch my eyes out.

How you feeling?

Like I'm gonna punch Meachum in
the throat next time I see him.

-[chuckles] Too real?
-You think I agreed

to let him fire a
live round at my head?

Yeah, that was, uh...
that was pretty crazy.

I nearly died on my birthday.

Aw. Happy birthday.

How many candles?

[Finau] 4-0.

My gravestone was almost
perfectly symmetrical.

Oh, wow, I thought you were...

[grunts] If you say older,
we're gonna have a problem.

Thirty-eight. Man, I
thought you were 38.

-Mm-hmm. Uh-huh.
-Say.

By the way, I know Shepherd has
planned some kind of surprise for me.

So now I gotta act like,
"Oh, wow! Thank you so much,"

when we get back to
headquarters. [grunts]

-[Oliveras] This thing gonna drive?
-Yeah.

Yeah, barely tapped it.

Put some glycol in a
canteen next to the radiator

so when we bumped the curb,
it'd spill out and smoke.

Dope.

Hey. Anything?

Uh... [sighs] ...I'm expanding the search
for derivations on the name Volchek,

spelling it with a "CK,"
spelling it with two "L's,"

and... [inhales deeply]

...so far, I have convicted
men still serving time,

or dead guys who haven't
yet cleared the system.

Well, I have run NCIC, bureau
indices, LAPD g*ng database,

and I've started in
on DHS and State.

CBP entries, ICE files, US visas,
and, so far, I'm coming up blanks.

-Okay. That's good.
-All right.

[inhales sharply] Oh,
uh, quick question.

-Yeah?
-Cake or cupcakes for Finau?

[clicks tongue] Uh, I don't
know. What're you thinking?

Well, I mean, cupcakes are great 'cause
you get an assortment of flavors.

Great. Cupcakes then.

[Shepherd] Yeah, but-but, I mean,
cake is more personal, you know?

It's like, "Hey, we
did all this for you."

[Bell] Okay, I can see that.

Yeah, cupcakes are like,
"Sure, we care." But do we?

[chuckles]

Now I know what was at the top
of your college application.

"Evan Shepherd is
detail-oriented."

Actually... [chuckles] Okay, so
I was on the school newspaper,

and our principal had set up a
PayPal account for the PTA donations,

-controlled by himself, of course.
-Of course.

And our school was
not rich. At all.

I mean, I'm talking
a few thousand

from parents that really
didn't have that much to give.

Sure.

And I just wanted a new
printer for the paper.

Mr. Spilatro cried poor. He
said, "School's out of money."

And I'm like, something's up.

So, I did break into his computer, and
not by any special skills or anything.

I mean, he taped his
password under the keyboard.

But it turns out he had
transferred all the money

to his personal accounts.

And guess how much a
new hot tub costs? Mmm.

Which he had just
installed in his backyard.

I broke the story,
Mr. Spilatro went to jail,

and I went to Stanford.

Well, they, uh... They were
very lucky to have you.

-Keep it up.
-Yeah.

[elevator bell dings]

Cake it is.

As far as I could tell,
he bought it all the way.

They took off running
and are in the wind.

As soon as Meachum
reaches out, I wanna know.

-Of course.
-Good work.

Thank you, sir.

Thoughts?

If this guy knows the name
Volchek, Meachum'll get it.

-[inhales sharply, sighs]
-[phone buzzes]

-Hey.
-Hey, babe.

I know you can't talk right now, but
the girls have soccer after school,

so I moved the Musso's
reservation from 7:00 to 7:30.

Yeah.

Um, I don't think
I'm gonna be able...

No, I'll be there. 7:30?

-Listen, if you can't make it...
-No, no, no.

Forget I said that, okay? I'll
see you and the girls at 7:30.

-I'll have to meet you there though.
-No problem. We will see you there.

Love you.

Love you too.

District Attorney
Valwell's here.

-In the lobby?
-[secretary] On the way up.

[elevator bell dings]

DA Valwell, this is
a restricted area...

I just received a very disturbing call
from my friend, Warden Gil Thompson.

Of Palmdale Corrections?

I believe you told him
a man on your task force

was gonna oversee the transfer
of one of his convicted inmates.

Except there was no transfer.

Instead, there was a bright
idea to aid and abet an escape!

Have I lost my mind?

Is that what I just said? That
you allowed a convict to...

[Nathan] Let me stop
you right there.

I'm not on trial, and
this isn't a courtroom,

so you can stop performing
like you're in front of a jury.

You're not allowed up here.

I don't care who you are,
you don't have the clearance.

And I will not have you or anybody else
tell me how to run my investigation.

Your investigation destroyed
government property,

damaged relationships
with the DOC

and is, in fact, right now,
endangering the lives of Angelenos

that I have sworn to protect.

An armed convict is
out on the streets.

Free as a bird!

Doing God knows what.

[scoffs] You know,
I tried with you.

I really tried.

I offered you a helping hand, but
you decided to bite it off like a...

Hey, hey, hey. I've worked three
task forces with Nathan Blythe,

and he is the best
tactician I've ever seen...

-I don't give a rat's a*s...
-Endangering the lives of Angelenos?

-Damon...
-No, Nathan. No, no.

I'm not gonna let
this go unchecked.

SAC Blythe is one of the only people
standing between the citizens of this city

and a very dangerous,
very imminent threat.

But you wanna be governor someday,
is that what this is all about?

You wanna get up in our
business so you can take credit.

Or you can avoid blame, depending
on which way the wind blows.

But, you know what? This
isn't politics to us.

This is what we f*cking breathe.

So go mark your territory somewhere
else, on some other day. Let's go.

[elevator bell dings]

I have plenty of friends in
Sacramento and more in DC.

So hear me now, both of you.

Your days on this task
force are numbered.

-[people chattering]
-Oh, sh*t.

Come on.

Hey, we need a phone. I'll line
up a ride to my uncle's place.

He'll get us out no problem.

[chattering]

Hey.

We got 40 seconds till
that thing locks again.

Let's go.

Hey! Yo! Yo, this you?

-Sorry?
-Is this... Is this yours?

-[patron] I'm sorry. What?
-[Mark] I just... Is this, uh...

-Is this coffee yours? No?
-[patron] Oh, no.

-I didn't get a coffee.
-Oh. My bad. I... I thought it was... Oh!

-Oh. I'm so sorry. That's-That's...
-[patron] sh*t.

[Mark] That's my bad. Let me...

-Here, let me, uh...
-No. No. Hey. Hey, hey.

-I'm-I'm good. All right?
-[Mark] Okay.

-Can I buy you something? You good?
-I'm fine. I got it.

-My bad, y'all. I'm sorry.
-Idiot.

Sorry.

[grunts]

[speaking Belarusian]

Okay. My cousin's gonna
meet us one block over.

All right. Let me see the phone.

Get rid of this thing before
he turns on the tracking app.

Yeah, yeah.

-Come on, let's go.
-[Mark] Yeah.

This one. Thank you.

[chuckles] So, we
went with cake?

-Yep.
-All right.

[inhales sharply]

-Oh, wow. Looks great.
-I agree.

Except it says "Happy
birthday, Final."

-What? No. No, no, no, no, no.
-[Bell] Yeah.

-I spelled it for him twice.
-[Bell] That's okay.

All we have to do is...

[Shepherd] Hmm.

You heard from Meachum yet?

No.

[driver speaking Belarusian]

[Novikov speaking Belarusian]

[driver, Novikov
speaking Belarusian]

-Yo, man. Where are we headed?
-What?

You said something
about an uncle.

Yeah, my uncle Mikhail owns a
Belarusian dance hall in Burbank.

It's being renovated.

That's where we're
gonna hole up?

He can get us away.

Like I said, he's connected.

-To what?
-[scoffs] Everything.

He's gonna help us
both out, right?

Of course.

He loves me.

I'm like son to him.

[in Belarusian]
All right, Dmitry.

[sighs]

What the hell are
you doing here?

-[sighs] Uncle. Relax...
-Relax?

Who the f*ck did you
bring to my restaurant?

Why are you yelling?

I just got out of jail...

[Mikhail] Got out? Got out how?

I got out.

You are going to bring the
police here, you imbecile!

[in English] Hey, yo, man.
I got to hit the head.

-Is that, uh... Yeah.
-[sighs] It's there.

-The toilet. Mm-hmm.
-[Novikov] Hallway.

[in Belarusian] Where
was I supposed to go?

He helped me get here.

Anywhere but here!

[Novikov, Mikhail
argue in Belarusian]

[line ringing]

[phone buzzes]

-[in English] This is Oliveras.
-Hey, listen.

I don't have time to talk,
okay? We stole this phone.

Have Shepherd keep it online in
case the owner tries to block it.

-Okay.
-You can just track me with it.

-Got it. You okay?
-Yeah.

Hey, nice work on selling
the escape, by the way.

Finau's ready to m*rder you.

-Yeah, well, hopefully he gets the chance.
-You sure you're okay?

Yeah, you know what it's like.

You're not really living
unless you're close to dying.

What?

I gotta go.

[urinal flushes]

[line beeps]

I just heard from Meachum.

How'd he sound?

I'm not sure. I got
a bad feeling though.

What did he say?

Some bullshit. It's... I'm just...
I'm reading between the lines.

-You got a location?
-He stole a phone. Shepherd's tracking it.

Did he directly ask for backup?

No.

Well, what do you
wanna do, boss?

You wanna put eyes on him
or give him some rope?

[Mikhail shouts in Belarusian]

[Novikov, in Belarusian]
This is absurd.

We're family and you're going to yell at
me two seconds after I walk in the door...

[Mikhail] Yes, and I'm
going to keep yelling

because you have
the sense of a goat.

[Mikhail, Novikov
argue in Belarusian]

[door closes]

-[door opens]
-[footsteps approaching]

[in English] Oh, hey, man. I'm
just looking for the, uh...

for the bathroom.

[Mikhail, in English] What
are you doing down here?

Like I just said, I'm-I'm
just looking for the bathroom.

-I got a little twisted around.
-The bathroom right next to the stairs?

-Yeah. Yeah, I must have missed it.
-[Mikhail] And I don't believe you.

[Novikov] Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa. What's going on here?

[in Belarusian] Shut up.

Uncle, this is crazy! He
literally saved my life!

I said shut up! You have
no idea what you've done.

Who's that?

He's seen it.

[speaks Belarusian]

[Novikov] Seen what,
Uncle? What does he...

[in English] Timur, what's
happening here? Come on.

[in Belarusian] Timur, I say this to
you so you will f*cking listen to me.

We have to get rid of him

and we have to do it now.

-Get rid of?
-Yes. Hear me. Yes.

Out back. Right now.

-[in English] You, move upstairs.
-Yeah. Okay.

-Okay.
-Okay. All right.

And if you try to resist, I
will bury b*llet in your skull.

-Do you understand?
-[Mark] Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Look, man. Just listen to
your nephew, all right?

-[Mikhail] Shut up and move!
-[Mark] All right.

[Novikov speaks Belarusian]

-Take it easy, my guy.
-[speaks Belarusian]

[speaks Belarusian]

Look, I don't know what I walked into
here but if you just point me south...

Come on, man. I've spent
a lot of time in jail,

-I can keep my mouth shut, okay?
-[speaks Belarusian]

[Mikhail] Timur, shut the
f*ck up. [speaks Belarusian]

[in English] I'm like a champion of say
nothing, see nothing. The whole thing.

-Come on, man. Listen to your nephew.
-[speaks Belarusian]

[Mark, in English]
This is some bullshit.

-[Mikhail] Just go forward.
-[speaking Belarusian]

[in English] Listen.
Out the door. Go.

-Yeah, okay. All right. sh*t.
-[speaks Belarusian]

-[speaks Belarusian]
-[speaks Belarusian]

[Novikov speaks Belarusian]

-[Mark] All right. Come on.
-[Mikhail] Go.

-There!
-Come on, man. That's enough. Look...

Just let me run and I... You'll
never see me again, okay?

[in Belarusian]
Let him go, Uncle.

[in English] Come on, Timur.
Tell him. Tell him I know you.

Tell him I saved your a*s when
you were gonna get shanked.

[in Belarusian] I know him.

[in English] Both of
you, shut the f*ck up!

You, on your knees.

Do it!

Do it.

All right.

All right. Probably saving
me some trouble anyway.

But, you know what, you're gonna
look me in the eye when you do it.

f*ck you.

What's that?

[glass shattering]

[both grunting]

[sirens wailing]

-[Mark] Don't sh**t me!
-[Oliveras] It's Meachum!

Two suspects, armed! At
least one more inside.

-[in Belarusian] Damn!
-The cops!

[both speaking in Belarusian]

Take this...

[in English] There.
[speaks Belarusian]

[Oliveras] Crossing.

[Mikhail, in Belarusian] Ready?

Go now!

-[Finau] Moving up!
-[Drew] Covering!

[in Belarusian]
Timur, to me, now!

-[grunts]
-[Oliveras, in English] One down.

Timur!

-[g*n clicking]
-f*ck, it's jammed.

-[grunting]
-[Mark] Finau!

Finau!

-I think he got hit! [grunts]
-Go! Go!

-[Bell] Stop, you son of a b*tch!
-[engine starts]

-[grunting]
-[Mark] Hey, where are you hit?

-Where are you hit?
-He missed.

-What? You sure?
-He missed.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. [pants]

[wheezing]

[coughing, wheezing]

[Mark] sh*t. Drew?

-[Oliveras] Oh, sh*t.
-Somebody call it in.

[Oliveras] We need a 10-1
immediately at Chestnut and Brand.

[wheezing, gasping]

["Kiss The Sky" playing]

[music ends]

[sirens blaring]

[paramedic] GSW to the
abdomen. I'm losing him!

I saw something in the basement
they didn't want me to see.

[grunting]

[engine revving]

[Nathan] Officer Drew...

[music continues]