[screen whirring]
[logo bangs]
[dog barking]
[tense rhythmic music]
[suspenseful rhythmic music]
[suspenseful rhythmic music continues]
[indistinct police radio chatter]
[wrapper crumples]
[hands patting]
You know there's a trash
can right outside, right?
Look, this ain't a dump,
man. Like, respect my sh*t.
[Russo] Jesus Christ,
who're you, my wife?
You have no home training, you know that?
[sighs] It's f*cking
freezing in here too.
Why don't you turn the heater on?
You can make popsicles in this car.
I'm not about to leave
this engine running.
Gas is almost $6 a gallon now.
So what? Just bill the department.
So Kauffman can have my a*s?
He never approves it, you know that.
Besides, we just enrolled Tommy
in one of those private schools,
so I gotta watch my bottom line.
Those private schools
are a f*ck' racket, man.
We ought a go down there
and bust 'em for extortion.
You want Tommy to grow
up to be a f*cking p*ssy, huh?
Now, public schools,
now that's the way to go.
Develop those street smarts early.
Yet every single kid
we put in juvie last year
went to a public school.
Yeah, not gonna be my kid.
Those private schools are
a gateway to college cults.
All right, now, I have
girls, I don't have a boy,
so I'm not gonna tell
you how to raise your son.
But if I was gonna tell
you how to raise your son,
I'm not sending him to one of these
blood-sucking universities, all right?
$300,000 a year, and they
send him home with green hair
and a waifu pillow.
No, f*ck that.
He's going to public school
and he's f*cking the
entire cheerleader squad
the day he turns 13.
Do you just like to complain?
[radio crackles]
[Radio Dispatcher] Car
11-34, what's your status?
Kauffman wants you back at the office by 5.
Still at the dry cleaners,
nothing new to report.
Nothing to catch out here
but a case of pneumonia.
Over and out.
[radio clatters]
- 10-4.
f*cking Kauffman.
Wants us back in the city by 5,
it's gonna take us three
hours just to get back there
in rush hour.
What the f*ck are we even
doing out here anyway, huh?
It's not even our jurisdiction.
Have Pacific PD sit on this jerk off.
Because Miller's informant said
Dominguez drops off a
package here about twice a week.
I mean, it could be some real...
Yeah, I know, I know, I know.
It's a rhetorical f*cking
question, all right?
Man, then shut up.
Damn, start giving me a headache.
You shut up.
[Radio Dispatcher] 8-49
for the six, for the 9-4-6.
Well, well, well, what do
we have here, sports fans?
These f*cking bozos look
like they're up to no good.
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.
Not our jurisdiction, remember?
That over there, don't
have nothing to do with us.
Keep your eyes on the dry cleaners.
Well, they got some f*cking ba*ls.
On a school day in the
middle of broad daylight no less.
Ah, sh*t.
Should I hit the lights?
No, no. Hold, hold up.
Wait a second.
[car door thuds]
Let him start the engine
or we don't have sh*t.
[car engine sputters and rumbles]
Ding, ding. Winner, winner chicken dinner.
Someone goin' to jail today.
[car rumbles] [suspenseful music]
Hey, hey. Hey, that's my car.
[car rumbles]
Hey.
[deep suspenseful music]
That's my car.
[g*nsh*t pops] [man thuds]
- Jesus Christ.
- Oh, sh*t.
[car rumbles]
[tires screech]
[cars rumble] [tires screech]
This is car 1-1-3-4.
We are in pursuit of a black Buick Riviera.
License plate, six-tango-8-R-I-E.
Perp juts shot and k*lled a man
outside of Manor Plaza Center.
Send backup. [Tires screech]
[Radio Dispatcher]
Copy, backup is on its way.
[tires screech] [cars rumble]
[Russo] You're losing 'em.
[Bailey] Russo, I'm trying to speed up.
[cars rumble and clunk]
[tires screech]
How the f*ck did you lose 'em, huh?
Driving like my grandma.
[tires screech]
[Strom] Shake 'em and
meet me at the clubhouse. Go.
[car rumbles]
[car door thuds]
[car rumbles]
He's gotta be back here somewhere,
I saw him turn back here.
Oh, there he is, there he is, there he is.
He's right there. [Tires screech]
Back it up, back it up, back
it up, back it up, back it up.
[car hums]
[tires screech]
[car rumbles]
Can you drive faster, huh?
[Bailey] Shut up, man.
[indistinct police radio chatter]
[car rumbles] [tires screech]
[deep tense music] [waves crash]
Jesus Christ, what's he got
under the hood, rocket fuel?
[car rumbles]
There's only one guy in the car now.
[Bailey] Yeah, I noticed that.
All right, well get us up there. Come on.
[Bailey] It's a f*cking stick.
What do you want from me? [Horns blaring]
[cars rumbling]
[Russo] This is car 1-1-3-4,
where the f*ck's our backup?
We're naked out here.
[indistinct radio transmission]
[horns blare] [cars rumble]
Get the f*ck outta the way.
I repeat, this is car 1-1-3-4.
Where the f*ck is everyone?
[cars rumble] [deep tense music]
[horns blare] [deep tense music]
[tires screech]
[Bailey] Dude, this dude's
gonna f*ck' k*ll somebody.
[Russo] f*ck this,
get me close to the tires.
[Bailey] You're gonna
send him off the f*cking cliff.
Yeah, that's the point.
[horns blare] [tense music]
[tires screech]
[g*nshots pop] [deep tense music]
[horn blares] [g*nshots pop]
f*ck.
[tires screech] [car crashes]
[tense ambient music]
[car explodes]
[car rumbling]
[car doors click open]
[fire crackles and roars]
[indistinct police radio chatter]
This is car 1-1-3-4. Perp is down.
Still one on the loose,
last seen behind the Safeway on Garrison.
White male, early 50s, gray
hair, medium height and build.
And wearing a black
jacket, blue pants. Over.
[Radio Dispatcher] Copy.
Additional units are on the way, over.
Yeah, well make it snappy,
toots, our evidence is on fire.
Over and out.
[traffic whooshing]
f*cking sh*t.
[fire crackles]
[sirens wail]
All right, here comes the calvary.
[sirens wail]
I'll get started on the paperwork. f*ck me.
[sirens wailing] [traffic whooshing]
I wanna know why you two were chasing
a couple of car thieves
down Pacific Coast Highway
when you don't have
jurisdiction in that area.
We were under your orders
watching the dry cleaners
for the Dominguez case.
I mean, what the f*ck do you want us to do?
Just sit on our asses
while m*rder takes place
right in front of us?
They were getting away.
I know, I know.
[fist knocks] [phone rings]
Just let me get through all
this protocol bullshit here.
Those pricks at PPD are gonna be up my a*s
with a flashlight tomorrow.
Understandable, sir. It's a nice a*s.
You know Bailey and I are thinking
it's another car theft ring.
They've been popping up all over the place,
in addition to the smash
and grabs we're dealing with.
Have you talked to auto theft division?
Do they have a case on these guys yet?
Why don't you ask the man yourself?
What?
Yeah, we got the
guy you two lost earlier.
He's in holding B.
One of our guys just
happened to be in the area.
He heard your call, he picked him up.
You're kidding?
Wait, Cap, so, does that
mean it's our case now?
That means it's your case now.
[fingers snap]
- f*cking A.
Make sure he doesn't do something stupid,
like he always does.
Yes, sir.
[Strom scoffs lightly]
You smug m*therf*cker.
Let's see, who do we have here?
Mr. Alfred Strom.
Worked 12 years as a
mechanic in Daily City, hm.
Wife, two kids.
Why don't you help me
understand what's going on here?
I'm innocent. You got
the wrong man, officers.
Okay. Let me take a uh,
wild guess what's going on here.
Bills are piling up,
wife's getting pissed
at the lack of income,
and the two loud f*cking
kids she's gotta watch all day
aren't helping matters much either.
You have limited skills,
no college education.
So what do you do?
Used cars and car parts
have become a hot commodity
after the pandemic.
Maybe use what you do know
to take the pressure off, huh?
Now, you've worked at numerous garages
all over the Bay Area,
wouldn't be too difficult to
low key turn any one of 'em
into a chop shop, yeah?
Am I getting warm?
[Strom chuckles]
I moonlight as a repo man.
Uh, this guy who tragically died today,
I'd only just recently met
him, I was still training him.
I had no idea he was carrying a g*n,
or that he was gonna use it.
He just suddenly turned on me,
and I had to follow his orders.
I feel terrible for everyone involved.
Oh, uh, I'm crying over here.
Is there a theater degree
on that file, Bailey? He's good.
So, if the trainee
forced you into the car,
why would he let you out later?
He didn't.
When he wasn't looking,
I unlocked the door.
He slowed down to take
a corner, I jumped out.
You guys were chasing him,
he wasn't gonna stop for me.
Wait, hold on. So
let me get this straight.
You jumped out of a moving vehicle?
[Strom] Mm-hmm.
Wow.
Strong man, Superman.
- Very strong man...
- Impressive.
I don't even see a
scratch or bruise on him.
[hands clap]
Thanks, I work out.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, you look like you do.
And you could prove all of this?
Of course.
I got all the proper paperwork
for my repossession business.
I called an associate,
and they're currently on the way down here
with all that documentation
for your perusal.
You think some bush league license
your wife printed off the
internet's gonna hold up in court?
Good luck with that.
Hey, you know these cuffs,
they're a little tight,
officer, would you mind?
- Russo, I, I, I got...
- Give five minutes
- with this guy...
- Hey, look...
- Five minutes.
- Step outside, take a breath.
- Five minutes.
- Just take a breath.
Just turn around,
- look that way.
- You take a five.
Listen, I'll meet you in the
cap's office in five minutes.
I promise.
- You got five minutes.
- I got you.
I got you.
I don't doubt that your
repossession company is legitimate.
I also don't doubt that
you're chopping cars,
selling them over market value,
using them to ship
drugs, or all of the above.
Hey look man, I get it
[chuckles] I really do.
You need to make money,
and every single car
that you steal is insured.
[laughs] So sh*t, nobody get hurt, right?
[deep tense music]
I thought so.
When we ID that body at
the bottom of the ocean,
he's gonna show up on a file,
and your paperwork
that's due to arrive tonight.
Because you were training him, right?
Yes, officer, I was.
[deep tense music]
Good.
My suspicion is that Strom
has about a dozen chop shops
lined up and down the entire peninsula.
The guy that bought the farm today
was no spring chicken either.
He was in that car with the engine running
in less than two shakes.
This was not his first rodeo, sir.
Calm down, Russo.
We don't have enough
information about Strom yet.
If the repo papers turn out to be legit,
we don't have a case at all.
We saw some poor b*stard
m*rder*d in broad daylight
and Strom fled the scene,
what the f*ck do you
mean we don't have a case?
Are you sure you saw him?
Your dash camera was off!
Oh, my god.
No one on the scene was
able to identify either man.
For Christ's sakes,
don't be that jerk-off captain
that lets every bad guy
out of his holding cell
over bullshit protocol, okay?
Do not f*cking do it, Captain.
We've both seen that
movie too many f*cking times.
Enough!
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
I can hear you both from
across the entire office.
What the hell is going on here?
Oh, nothing major.
Captain here just wants all the bad guys
to get away with m*rder.
You know, I think he
might need psychiatric help.
Bailey, how do you put up
with this maniac all day long?
Look, Captain, do we
have the case or not?
I saw you on the phone earlier with PPD.
PPD doesn't really
think there's a case here.
No, they don't want it.
They don't want it?
The body was burned to a crisp.
The crash knocked all
the teeth out of his head,
so we can't identify him.
Can't tie him to Strom.
There's no case against him.
You keep saying there's no case.
You have two eyewitnesses right here
who saw the whole g*dd*mn thing.
Hm, let me see.
White male, 50s, that narrows it down.
Can you identify the other man
from a black and white mugshot?
This is a sh*t case, it's barely a case.
At best, you're gonna bust
somebody for repoing cars
with a suspended license.
I don't recommend taking it.
You want it?
f*ck yes, we want it, sir.
Well, what about you, Bailey?
I stand with my partner.
Oh. I love this guy, I love this guy.
- He's a standup guy, Captain.
- Okay.
Look at this beautiful man. Mm-wah.
- Jesus...
- You almost got me
in the mouth.
You two h*m* deserve each other.
All right, but you're still
on the Dominguez case.
I want you in front of that dry cleaners
first thing tomorrow morning.
Absolutely, you're the boss, sir,
first thing in the morning.
We'll be on that stake out, no problem.
Hey, love the new tie, by
the way, looking fresh as hell.
Wife must be f*cking you
again, huh? Congratulations.
How you doing, Rogers? Cards next week?
I want my money back, all right?
Kitagawa, get your off a*s my desk
and go get me a coffee, now.
You know, sir, that is
a really nice tie. [Laughs]
I mean, it matches your
shirt and your whole fly, man.
I wish I had it myself.
Give Carol my best, okay? Excuse me.
[office personnel chattering]
Now, Strom is dirtier than
a pedo in a garbage can.
You can always tell these things, Jason.
It's the way they smile.
Arrogance is the fence that
hides perversion and evil.
[traffic humming]
Oh, sh*t.
I'm gonna be late
gettin' to the motel again.
[traffic hums]
What? What's the matter bud, huh?
Gloria never questions you
on why you come home
late every single night?
She's not an idiot, Gene.
Well sure, she does.
You know, I just tell her
I'm doing some paperwork
or I'm stuck at the office.
She doesn't know any better.
Dude, you have something
really good going on at home.
Bro, there's no reason
for you to go see a wh*re
three times a week.
Look, boy, if you saw
what this bimbo does
with her tonsils,
we wouldn't be having this
conversation right now, okay?
And besides, she's not a
wh*re. She's an informant.
So, technically I'm still on the clock.
I should be getting paid
overtime for this sh*t.
[Bailey] I'm not laughing man.
Look, obviously I'm not gonna say anything.
But just think about what you're doing.
That's all I'm asking you to do.
Duly noted, officer.
And let me tell you something,
you don't have to be a choir boy
every time you leave the office, okay?
It's a big world out there,
have some fun. Enjoy yourself.
That is some really,
really deep words of wisdom.
Thank you, Oprah.
I offer counseling sessions too, huh.
Stop by my desk in the
morning, I'll give you a discount.
See you tomorrow, as*h*le.
Jackass.
[silverware clinking]
Dad, you're coming to
my baseball game, right?
Of course.
When have I ever missed a game?
- Never.
- Okay.
So honey, anything
interesting happen at work today?
[silverware clinking]
Tommy, come here.
Yeah?
You finish your homework yet?
Mm-hmm.
Hm, okay.
Can I have a piece of candy?
I don't know. You don't ask me.
You know, you ask Mr. Tickles.
[sighs] I'm way too old for this.
Don't talk to Dad,
now you're talking to me.
You can have one piece of candy,
if you hurry up and go
upstairs, and put on your PJs.
[Bailey laughs]
[lips smack]
Go ahead and get ready for bed.
- Okay.
- All right.
- Good night, sweetheart.
- Good night.
[Claudia sighs]
I'm sorry.
I know you don't like to
discuss work in front of him,
I just forgot.
That's okay, baby.
Eugene and I picked up a new case today.
Car theft ring or, I don't know,
well maybe, something, something like that.
You sound absolutely thrilled.
It is not a strong case,
but Eugene's excited about it.
So, I don't know, I just
didn't wanna disappoint him.
Listen, I love Gene
just as much as you do,
but, I mean, you don't owe
that man anything, okay?
It's fine to stand up for
yourself once in a while.
He's not gonna bite your head off.
No, babe, it's not like that at all.
Just, I just, think he needs
a distraction, you know?
We been sitting in a car for two weeks,
not doing a damn thing.
While were we on the stakeout,
we saw somebody
m*rder*d right in front of us.
Oh my god, are you okay?
[Bailey exhales]
I'm sorry, baby, I know
It doesn't get any easier.
That's the thing. It does get easier.
I don't feel bad about it anymore.
Not as much as I used to.
That's why I'm not okay.
I'm gonna go upstairs
and tuck Tommy in bed.
Okay.
I don't know, I was thinking maybe,
we could do somethin' romantic tonight.
Hmm.
You, me, couch and TV?
First one to fall asleep wins?
Mm, that sounds so good.
[both laugh]
I love you.
I love you too.
[Bailey] All right, babe.
[sighs] I'll clean up these dishes.
[slow suspenseful music] [TV chattering]
Looks good, Detective.
Only the best for my womens.
And there's more where that came from.
[TV Announcer] Soon after police arrived,
suspicious details
quickly led them to believe
that something was seriously wrong.
[TV Announcer] That's crazy.
[TV Announcer] Yeah,
and for most of the out...
You know, I was uh,
kinda hoping for some
information this time.
[TV chattering]
What do you know about Al Strom?
He's a uh, car thief we
nabbed in Pacifica today.
[lighter flicks]
[TV Announcer] Did
remain entirely peaceful.
I've heard the name. He
runs a few shops around here.
[TV chattering]
You uh, know where any of 'em are?
[TV Announcer] Neighbors tell us
they've heard the family fighting...
- No.
- In the past,
but things may have escalated...
- But.
- At Ching's home
on Friday night.
I do know a guy who gets cars for him.
Just boosted a race car
for him last week in Marin.
[Witness On TV] I don't know.
They, they had a lot of, lot
of fighting going on, you know,
even the neighbor said
- that's all they hear...
- Maybe you can tail him
- or something.
- Like wow, huh.
You got a name or address for me?
- Hm.
- So crazy.
[TV Reporter] Another
neighbor believes...
- Maybe.
- They saw two bodies
taken out the home by authorities.
The medical examiner's
office is still trying to identify
- the body or bodies found...
- You know,
I told my wife I'd be home
- by nine tonight.
- Meanwhile, neighbors tell us
they haven't seen Ching...
- That gives us 20 minutes.
- In several days.
In San Francisco. Jackie Ward, KPIX 5.
[cigarette sizzles]
[TV Announcer] Anyone
who may have information
about this case, is asked to call police.
You can also text a tip to TIP-411,
and begin your message with the FSPD.
[Amanda moaning] [TV chattering]
[TV Announcer] Letting
the defender go down to block,
just sliding through
receiving lane, pulls it back,
goes far side.
[car door thuds]
Yeah, Daddy's home!
- Daddy's home!
- Oh, hey girls.
- Daddy's home!
- Hey, oh.
I missed you girls so much. [Girls giggle]
You have a good day at school?
Yeah, I got an A on my math test.
And my classroom got a pet bunny.
Lucky.
You got a pet bunny. What's his name?
- Theo!
- Theo. [Chuckles]
Uh-oh, Looks like the
warden's been waiting for me
a long time.
Okay, you two better get back in the house,
get ready for bed, okay?
[footsteps clicking]
Let me guess, another
night of boring paperwork?
Oh, nothing special.
I mean, two people dead,
and Jason and I just picked up a new case.
Really?
Yeah, he almost drove the car off a cliff
and k*lled us both, but uh, don't worry,
just need to replace a few tires
and return the car back to motor pool.
Like, I'll tell you all about
it inside. I'm starving.
Oh, it smells good in here.
What is that, a casserole?
g*dd*mn. [Door creaks shut]
[bell tolls]
You're making me late again, boy scout.
The hell you waste your time in this place
every morning for, huh?
What, you got some unpaid
parking tickets in the glove box?
Claudia catch you watching porn again?
You know, asking for forgiveness
is a hell of a thing, Gene.
You should try it some time.
No, thank you.
See, I don't need forgiveness.
And hell, I wouldn't even want it if I did.
See I got this philosophy.
If I can't eat it or
f*ck it, it's not real.
Besides, what the hell you ever do so bad
you need forgiveness for it, huh?
Don't worry about it, young man.
One day when you finally grow up,
you'll see the bigger picture.
Until then, just keep focusing
on running around in circles
like a dog chasing its tail.
Yeah well, I like running
around chasing my tail.
It's fun.
Here, got you some breakfast. Come on.
[Bailey] I don't know
how you eat this rat food.
[Russo] We're all gonna die someday.
Knowing my luck I'll
probably get gunned down
by some crack head in the back alley
on swing shift tomorrow.
Besides, it taste good.
And don't compare me to a rat.
A rat will do anything to survive,
including throwing his
partner underneath the bus.
So what are you trying
to tell me amigo, huh?
You don't trust me?
I'm not saying nothing.
All I'm saying is, maybe you
could do better sometimes.
Oh, we're gonna do the
serious talk again now, huh?
Is it Friday already?
What do you mean do better?
Hm, I don't know.
Maybe eat some damn
oatmeal or eggs for breakfast?
Not no g*dd*mn hoagie
with hot sauce on it, man.
[Russo] You my f*cking mother now?
What do you care what I eat?
[Bailey] [scoffs] Nothing.
Listen, I'm really not
looking forward to this case.
[traffic hums]
I don't understand why
you have such a hard on
for his g*dd*mn car thief.
He's bush league man.
What're you going soft on me now, huh?
What, are you gonna look for a desk job?
You know, give me a
rookie with a good attitude
over this whole family man bullshit,
'cause we're not there yet.
Hey, I'm still gonna do my job, right?
See, you're an emotional man.
I like logic, I like safe, I
like following the rules.
That's it, it's better for everybody.
All right, you getting worse
every day, you know that?
Your a*s still looks fantastic
though, I'll give you that.
[phone dings]
- Stop that sh*t.
All right, hold up there partner.
Amanda just texted me.
A couple of Strom's
g*ons are picking up uh,
exotic cars for him today.
And it's going down in 20 minutes.
Grab a car in the motor pool,
bring around in front, I'll wait for ya.
[deep tense music] [traffic hums]
Man you sure this informant of yours
gave you the right address?
It's already been 30 minutes.
All right, give it five more minutes,
then we'll get outta here.
[deep tense music] [traffic hums]
Hey yo, look at these guys.
All right, that's gotta be them, come on.
[tense music] [traffic hums]
[tense suspenseful music]
[cars sputter and rumble]
[cars rumble]
Hey, turn off the engines, freeze!
Remove your hands from the steering wheel.
Get get outta the car slowly.
- Slowly.
- Hands up, hands up.
Get out. Get outta the car.
I'm not gonna ask you
again. Turn off the car.
[car engine revving]
- Stay down.
- Turn it off!
Now.
[tires squeal] [car horn honks]
[tense adventurous music]
[tires screech] [car horn honks]
Cuff his a*s.
On the ground, now.
[car engine revving]
Don't move. Put your
hands behind your head.
[tires screech]
[car horn blares]
[tires screech]
Don't move.
[car engine revs]
[tires screech] [horns honk]
[adventurous music] [cars rumble]
[cars bang]
[metal clattering] [car engines revving]
[car horn blares]
[cars banging]
[cars rumbling]
[tires screech]
Get outta the f*ck' car. Hands up.
Get out.
Get your f*ck' hands on the car.
What you doing, man? This is my car.
Yeah, you really look
like you can afford it.
Keep your f*ck' hands on there.
I work for a delivery service.
Look, man, shut up.
I saw you steal the damn
thing with my own eyes, all right?
We got you dead to rights, bro.
But look, if you wanna finger
Strom back at the department,
maybe we can cut a deal,
make things easier on yourself, huh?
I ain't no rat.
You ain't no rat.
Well, we'll see how heroic you are
looking at a 10-year stretch.
This car is like half a million dollars.
And I'm guessing this is
not your first offense, huh?
[phone vibrates]
[Russo sighs]
Yo, I got my guy. You still got lover boy?
Yeah, I got him.
But uh, hey, look man,
I'm here with the owner,
he is pissed.
He wants to know where the Road Runner
and the Lambo ended up.
Yep, got 'em both right here.
I'll drop you a pin. Tell
him to come pick 'em up.
Okay, cool.
Hey, he also wanted to
know if there's any damage.
Eh, nothing a ball-peen hammer
and a can of paint can't fix.
Who told you to go out
there and wreck a Lamborghini?
Captain, the tip came in like two minutes
before everything went down.
Now you wanted more
evidence to convict Strom, right?
Well, here it is.
We got two guys back
there spilling their guts out
like it's Valentine's Day.
Where'd the tip come from?
That's not important.
We let Strom go.
Excuse me, what?
I said we let Strom walk this morning.
You let Strom walk this morning?
His license checked out.
He's been employed for three years.
In fact, he says he was
forced into that car at gunpoint.
We've got nothing. There's
nothing to hold him for.
He's an accessory to m*rder,
and Bailey and I are eyewitnesses.
And we got two guys back there
that admit to boosting cars for him.
What am I a f*cking parrot?
Why do I have to keep repeating this?
Is this reality? Am I dreaming right now?
Am I a clown in the f*cking circus?
f*ck is guilty. Call it a hunch, Captain.
No, better yet, call it
common f*cking sense.
Russo, I know that he's dirty,
but you gotta give me some proof.
Well, those two clowns you brought in,
their stories don't match up.
And one of 'em says that you bullied him
into a false confession.
Now none of that's gonna hold up in court.
You think Strom is some
kind of a car theft mastermind,
bring me the proof.
He's already threatening to sue me.
Last thing I need is his lawyer and the DA
giving me a full colonoscopy.
I've got enough paperwork as it is.
They let Strom walk this morning.
Eh, are we little kids of
the playground, Bailey?
That's what we are,
third graders playing cops.
[file splats]
Strom's file.
Home address, places
of work, known associates.
Put a tail on him.
And if you come up with
anything worth a damn,
I mean anything, you call me.
Call me. And I'll get you an
arrest warrant within 24 hours.
You're damn right you will, Captain.
And I don't need this extra homework.
I thought we had this prick already.
You got anything to add, Bailey?
Yeah.
But, really wouldn't make a
difference now, would it, Cap?
You always were
smarter than your partner.
[deep mellow music] [birds chirp]
Here, got you a coffee.
Oh, right on.
Tastes like piss water, so I
put a bunch of Irish creamer
in it for ya, you're welcome.
[Bailey coughs]
Damn. Oh, it's still
better than my wife's.
Yeah, speaking of, Strong's
better half come out yet?
Nah, not yet.
You better get comfortable, partner.
Not sure what time she get off.
[soft tense music]
Hey.
[Bailey] We got action.
Alfie? What are you doing here?
Just catching up on
some holiday shopping.
Oh really? For who, your side piece?
Yeah, her too.
- Ah.
- Don't worry,
I don't spend as much on her.
[Jennifer laughs]
Where were you last night?
Did you come home late, leave early?
No. No, I spent the night at the shop.
I had a lot to do, it was getting late,
time just got away from me.
I didn't wanna wake you up.
I was starting to worry.
I know. Sorry.
You going home?
After I pick up Marcus from school.
Seriously. What are you doing here?
Do you have a meeting nearby today?
I do. But I thought maybe
we could grab a quick lunch?
Sure. Okay.
[Russo exhales sharply]
All right.
[tense curious music]
Will you look at that a*s, Bailey?
Strom may be a scumbag, but he's no f*gg*t.
No wonder he couldn't wait
to get outta that holding cell.
You know, you wanna
go pay Ms. Jennifer a visit,
I wouldn't tell nobody.
That'd be a lot cheaper
than the motel rooms
you're paying for.
Some off-the-books
manipulation, I like it.
I like where you're going with this.
I was being facetious, you jackass.
What's wrong with you?
[Russo] Don't do that, Bailey.
Don't break my heart. I
hate it when you do that.
[horns honk] [traffic hums]
[Russo exhales sharply]
Just put Ms. Jennifer to bed.
What are we looking at here?
Well, Strom and some ran do
just walked into the restaurant
across the street.
I don't know if they're talking business
or just sh**ting the sh*t,
but they've been in there
for two hours already, and I
gotta pee like a m*therf*cker.
[laughs] Oh, sh*t.
Go ahead and put in in my pocket, big boy.
I'll take care of it for ya.
God, no, don't even temp
me right now, Bailey, all right?
I'm already crossing my legs as it is.
[traffic hums]
Well, sh, sh, shay, eyes up.
[traffic hums] [bus brakes squeal]
[tense adventurous music]
sh*t, they've made us. I'll
get Strom, you get the ran do.
[deep tense music] [car horns honk]
[tense suspenseful music]
[car horns blare]
[Man In Car] Get
outta the street, as*h*le.
[car horns honk]
[tense suspenseful music]
f*ck.
f*ck.
[zipper scratches]
[Russo sighs in relief] [urine flowing]
Oh, god.
[urine flowing]
It's all right. I'm a cop.
Yeah, I'm disappointed too.
Write your local congressman.
[crowd chatters loudly]
[tense adventurous music]
[tense adventurous music] [water spraying]
[shoes squeal]
[tense adventurous music]
Oh. Hey, hey, bud.
Why you running?
Why you chasing me, bud?
I'm chasing you
- because you're running.
- Huh? Huh?
[handcuffs clicking]
Huh?
sh*t? Cody?
Is that you? How the f*ck?
- What?
- Shut up. Shut up.
Shut the f*ck up. That's
not my f*ck' name.
- Come on.
- What the f*ck?
Come on.
I stick out my neck for
you two guys on this case,
and what do you do?
Not only do you tip
off Strom, you lost him.
Now all I got's some geriatric
g*ng banger in custody,
who's not gonna tell us jack sh*t.
Look, I lost Strom, I'll
get him back. All right?
Well, you better f*ck' hurry, Russo,
because if he hasn't
closed up shop already,
he's doing it right now.
I know, I know.
What are you so mopey about?
Look, leave him alone, all right?
He got his guy. It was
me that f*cked up today.
Report back when you
got something useful for me.
And I expect to see both
of you at my annual party
this Friday night.
Carol's already preparing a turkey.
Bring your significant
others. You know where I live.
Can't wait, sir.
[sighs] Yeah, we'll be
at that party, all right.
We'll be stuffing Carol like that turkey
while you're out back
smoking cigars with the chief.
[Russo laughs]
Hey, seriously. What the
f*ck is going on with you, huh?
You haven't said a g*dd*mn word
since you nailed that punk earlier.
Oh man, I [scoffs] f*ck
man, I just feel like sh*t.
It's probably the hot dog
you gave me earlier, huh?
Probably gonna go home
early today and get some rest.
All right.
Hey, have Claudia make
you some chicken noodle soup.
That sh*t works wonders.
All right, I'll go grill the
ape. Get some rest, all right?
[tense music]
Okay, Mr. Jack Levy.
Mr. Dickhead.
How 'bout I just call you jack off?
Now, I know you got
some good sh*t to tell us,
but I also know you don't like to talk.
And since good cop already
went home for the day,
it's just bad cop for you, buddy boy.
Now I already turned all
the cameras off in this room,
so no use trying to mouth
S-O-S to my superiors.
[metal swooshes]
Hey, hey. Whoa, whoa.
Hey.
You're mine now, honey.
[metal rod thuds] [Jack groans in pain]
f*ck. [Coughs]
Stings, huh?
Oh, f*ck. [Groans]
Now, saw you coming
out of the building with Strom,
and you seemed very friendly with him.
What were you two talking about?
[Jack groans in pain]
- Yeah?
[metal rod thuds] Sit up.
[coughs] sh*t.
[metal rod thuds]
[Jack groans in pain]
- Sit up straight.
All right, all right, all right.
Now I know you didn't come in here
with any bruises on your face,
so maybe we'll just say you got this one
when Bailey tackled you.
[foot thuds]
- No.
[handcuff clinking] f*ck.
What were you talking about? Hmm?
[Jack] Pig.
Look, the questions get
harder as they go along.
And I got a pair of brass
knuckles in my desk too,
so speak up.
Where's your b*tch-a*s partner at?
I told you, jack off, he
went home for the day.
Now what is so g*dd*mn
important you need to tell him?
Because you didn't say sh*t to either of us
on the ride over here.
[handcuffs clinking] [Jack chuckles]
I'm gonna end this career. [Laughs]
[deep somber music]
You know, you could tell me what's wrong.
Is it Russo?
Did he do something?
Did he get you in trouble?
Russo's my best friend.
It ain't got nothing to do with Russo.
Then, tell me what's wrong.
Baby, I, I can't say.
If I tell you, I could
potentially be putting
you and Tommy at danger.
And I'm not willing to take that risk.
Just know something came up,
something from my past
that I haven't had to
think about in a long time.
Look, you've been a good man
for as long as I've known you.
Yeah, I have been. For
as long as you've known me.
The past is the past.
It doesn't define you.
It, it does though, baby.
It's the whole reason why
I became a cop. [Sighs]
I'm gonna go get a drink.
[footsteps thud]
[water sprays]
Why do we have to leave?
Did something happen at the garage?
I just want you and
Marcus and Ronnie to be safe.
Why are we not safe here?
[slow tense music]
Fine, I'm leaving. I'm sick of this sh*t.
You don't come home. You pop
up at my work at random hours.
And now you won't talk to me?
What the f*ck are you doing?
Ronnie, Marcus, meet me
in the car. Have your jackets.
You mind telling me where you're going?
You first.
[door bangs shut]
[slow tense music]
f*ck.
[Amanda moaning]
[Man On TV] Got a trial and error.
You've been on trial a lot.
[Man On TV] Now, salt and pepper city.
This is ready to go on
the smoker, 18 hours,
between 250 and 275.
[Amanda] You even gonna look at me?
[Man On TV] Make a
potato. I'm gonna roll it.
- Or say goodnight?
- Beat it up.
sh*t's on the dresser, sweetheart.
It's good stuff this time too.
Seymour got it off some
Puerto Rican yesterday.
Hasn't even seen an evidence room yet.
[Man On TV] And some brisket.
[drawer slams shut] Found
right there. Some beans.
And our jalapeo.
[Man On TV] Anybody
ever eat the whole thing?
[Man On TV] Yeah.
[Man On TV] What
football team did he play for?
Hey, you mind waiting for
me to leave before you do that?
I think sometimes you forget
I'm a cop and a family man.
[Man On TV] Most people
would call the average
stuffed bake potato.
[sighs] What?
Would you like to go back
to our previous arrangement,
where you give me p*ssy
and I simply keep you outta jail?
I thought I was doing you a favor here.
That sh*t's expensive.
I feel sorry for your wife.
Yeah, well join the club, sweetie.
There's even a mailing list.
You should leave her,
or find a new line of work.
Oh, so the junkie wh*re is
gonna give me life advice now?
Yeah, I am, actually.
Because you make great choices, right?
[Man On TV] The
brisket is just consistently...
Look, I'm a good cop. I love
my wife and I love my kids.
And what they don't know, can't hurt them.
[Man On TV] Used to
be a food truck, actually.
[Man On TV] No, this is his truck...
See you next Thursday?
[Man On TV] He didn't
tell me it was a food truck.
I could tell, there's no wheels on this.
[Man On TV] Quarter pound of brisket?
- Desert Oak has...
- Yeah.
[Man On TV] Definitely
the best barbecue...
- Yeah.
- Here in El Paso.
You can lock the door on your way out.
I paid for three weeks on this room.
[Russo sighs]
[door clicks open]
Jesus Christ. [Door bangs shut]
Everyone's got a bad
attitude these days. Jesus.
[mysterious music]
[Bailey] Russo, what
the hell we doing here?
Jack said one of Stroms mule's
works in one of these sex
shops, some twink named Franco.
Supposedly Strom gave him a used car
to transport car parts back and forth.
Might even be in Strom's name.
I figure we just pick up
the f*g, rough him up a little
til he gives us something good, you know?
Don't worry, I'll fudge
all the paperwork later.
And do not tell Kauffman.
Already on thin ice
back at the office as it is.
Hey, is that all Jack told you?
Yeah. Why?
No reason.
It's not worth your time
We got much more to do
Jesus Christ.
Not even 10:00 AM yet.
Look, I do not miss working
vice, I can tell you that much.
You never get a hard on again.
This is some freaky-a*s sh*t.
Hey. Is that Franco?
Well, I hope so.
Not sticking around
here to see the night shift.
Let me handle this.
[pop music in background]
[fist knocks]
Hi, are you Franco?
Yeah.
I'm Detective Jason Bailey.
Over there is my partner,
Eugene Russo. Homicide.
We'd like to ask you a
few questions about Strom.
[chuckles] Sorry uh, I don't know him.
We never said it was a him, genius.
I thought you fruitcakes
were a lot more careful
with your pronouns.
Hey.
Relax.
Okay, well, I still never
heard of him. as*h*le.
That's fine.
Would you mind if we took
a look at your driver's license
and registration?
Why?
Just a routine check.
Yeah um, it's in the back.
Let me go get it.
f*ck man, he's running.
[suspenseful music]
f*ck! sh*t.
[adventurous music]
Excuse me.
[horn honks]
[suspenseful music]
[horns honk]
[suspenseful music]
[horns honk]
[tense music]
[Franco thuds]
[deep tense music]
f*ck.
[tense music]
f*ck.
[Franco thuds]
[fist thuds] [Franco grunts]
Listen Betsy, we don't give a sh*t
about some horny counter clerk
making minimum wage, okay?
Just answer a few questions for us
and you can go back
to your little jizz rags
and pocket rockets.
I don't know what you're talking about.
[fist thuds]
Look, I'd hit you a lot harder,
but I'm afraid you might come
in my eye, you little deviant.
And we know you're working for Strom, okay?
We got a little birdie back at the office
who swears on a stack of Bibles
that you're working
part-time for his car ring.
So just answer a few
questions and we'll let you go.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Don't, do not play stupid
with me, okay? Don't do it.
You're the one that ran.
You're the stupid one.
Now look, we just want
an address on one of these
g*dd*mn chop shops,
and we'll let you go, okay?
We won't even print you or nothing.
Serious?
Yes, serious.
You think I like my d*ck
pressed up against your thigh?
I can't wait to go home right now. Come on.
Clean him up. Pull his f*cking
pants up too, Jesus Christ.
[cars hum] [indistinct voice on PA]
[telephone rings]
Yeah?
[Jack] Yo, it's Jack.
What happened?
[Jack] f*ck' pigs nabbed
me. I'm still at the station.
I'm wasting my one phone call on you.
Nah, I'm sorry about that.
Yeah, I did manage to get away,
but they're gonna start squeezing me hard.
Franco just called.
He said a couple of cops
showed up at his shop.
They're asking questions.
Tell you, I, I'm gonna roll
the whole f*ck' operation up
and just get outta here,
at least from this location.
[Jack] Ah, you ain't
gotta do that just yet.
Why?
[Jack] The cop that
picked me up yesterday,
his real name is Cody Brand.
So what?
[Jack] You, you gonna wanna hear this.
Don't pack up shop just yet.
[traffic hums] [birds chirp]
I say, f*ck back up. We're
doing just fine on our own.
Why jinx it?
Well, it's up to you, man.
[deep tense music]
Ready?
All right, grease monkeys,
party's over, SFPD.
We're looking for Alfred Strom.
Anyone?
[classical music in background]
Suit yourself, gents.
Beating information outta
your scumbags is what I live for.
Gets me up in the morning
better than a cup of coffee.
Anyone?
I'll ask again. We're
looking for Alfred Strom.
Russo! [g*nshots blast]
[glass scatters]
[classical music in background]
[g*nshots blast]
[man grunts and thuds]
Drop the weapon! Drop the wea...
[g*nsh*t blasts] [g*n clatters]
f*ck. [Yelling]
[g*nsh*t blasts]
[man thuds] [metal bar clatters]
[tense suspenseful music]
Why we ain't call for back up?
You all right?
Yeah.
There's this one guy still loose in here.
I think he ran up the stairs.
Cover my six, all right?
[tense suspenseful music]
[g*nsh*t blasts]
[man thuds]
Stop reaching. Don't reach.
Don't reach. [g*nsh*t blasts]
[Russo breathes heavily]
[deep suspenseful music]
f*ck.
[door creaks]
[deep tense music]
If it isn't the man of the hour.
Gentlemen, I am unarmed
and you are on camera.
The f*ck are you so smiley about?
We just k*lled your entire operation.
[Strom laughs]
Got it. Here.
Cuff the happy Mongoloid.
With pleasure.
[handcuffs clinking]
Make sure they're nice and tight.
He's a slippery little mother.
- Get him the f*ck outta here.
- Let's go.
Worthless scum.
[laughs] I, I don't know
what you want me to say.
Look, I'm willing to do
everything I can to help the police,
but I don't know what you want.
The f*ck do you think we want?
We want the names
of all your little cronies
and the addresses of all your little shops.
All right, now, we already
caught you boosting cars.
One innocent man was
k*lled right in front of you,
and my partner and I saw everything.
So no more of this, "I don't
know what you want, officer,"
bullshit, because I am
not in the f*cking mood.
I think you are gonna have
to prove that that man died
because of my wrongdoing.
m*therf*cker, it's the word
of two highly-decorated officers
over some blue-collar slub.
You wanna take this to court?
Look, give up your operations right now
and maybe we'll get you a reduced sentence,
but that offer's fading
super-f*ck' fast here.
Blue collar slub? [Laughs]
My haircut cost 200 bucks.
[Russo] Well, I'll say you overpaid.
Well, I think that we
get released tonight.
Or my friend, Jack, you know,
he's got some really interesting
things to say about you,
Detective Bailey.
Oh, oh, oh, we're so scared, Strom.
What're you gonna tell the captain
that Bailey likes to wear lady's underwear?
Eh, guess what?
Everyone already knows that.
See if we give a f*ck.
Nah, no, no, no, no.
It's a little more serious.
Un-cuff him. Send him home.
What?
You heard what I said. Cut him loose.
[sighs] Are you on drugs right now?
What the f*ck are you doing?
Who the hell has more
seniority here, Russo? You or me?
You do. You always have.
Then do what the
f*ck I say. Cut him loose.
[deep eerie music] [handcuffs clinking]
[handcuffs clatter] [deep eerie music]
Thank you.
[deep eerie music]
Uh, good luck with that investigation.
[deep eerie music]
Yeah, I hope you're hit by
a truck and die, you b*stard.
[Strom laughs]
And I want a good g*dd*mn explanation
as to what just happened here.
I'll be in the captain's office.
I'm sure he'd like to hear it too.
[tense somber music]
Cap, in addition, okay?
We failed to get a warrant
before we raided that garage.
And, and I, I, I, I don't wanna say we,
I don't wanna say we, okay?
This is my mistake. I
take full accountability.
Okay? And you even said it yourself.
We have to have hardcore evidence
if we wanna go win this case.
I don't wanna lose at trial. I wanna win.
And I think the best
way to do that is to obtain
some kind of video footage
from the parking lot that day.
I, I, I'm not entirely sure
of what I saw anymore.
Christ sake's, what
is this sh*t, Bailey, huh?
Why're you acting so strange?
Are they holding your
family hostage or something?
Just, just tell us what's going on.
Hey Russo, pipe down.
Bailey's the officer in
charge in this case,
[telephone ringing] and if he let Strom go,
he had a good reason.
Now, I haven't got time
today for this f*cking case.
The party's tonight and
Carol's blowing up my phone.
I'll post two men outside
[telephone ringing] of Strom's warehouse
over the weekend, have
them report back to you.
Will that make you
happy? [Telephone ringing]
Not really.
You both coming to the party tonight?
Jesus Christ, Captain.
Yes, for the 10th f*cking time.
Yes, yes, yes, we're both
going to the f*ck' party.
You're gonna bring
Claudia and Gloria, right?
No.
Why?
We have kids, sir. You
wanna give us a raise?
These babysitters are better
than our top negotiators.
No, the little ladies
will be staying at home
with the younguns where they belong.
See you boys at eight.
[Russo] f*ck' party.
[soft suspenseful
music] [people chattering]
[door clicks open]
I've been naughty, officer.
[handcuffs clicking]
It's been fun, Amanda.
Where the f*ck do you think you're going?
You know, you're right.
We shouldn't be doing this.
I have a family at home that loves me
and a partner that's headed
towards a mental breakdown.
So why waste my time
with a junky f*ck' wh*re?
Oh, right. What the f*ck is going on?
Because I thought this arrangement
would last a little longer.
Look, my partner's not doing too well.
And I'm not gonna be doing too well either
until I figure out what's going on.
I rely on the money you give me.
Do you understand that?
And you rely on the
information and the p*ssy
that I provide you.
I quit my shift at the grocery store
because I thought this
would be an ongoing thing.
I got a kid that needs clothes and food
and I can't get a hold of his dad anymore.
And how is any of this my problem?
Look, be thankful for
the money I just left you.
I didn't have to do that.
[envelope crinkles]
You walk out that
door, I'll tell your wife.
[door clicks shut]
I'll tell the whole f*cking department.
I'll f*cking ruin you.
No, you won't.
Because I've seen your rap sheet,
and I know all about the sh*t you've done
that's not even on there yet.
And those track marks
going up and down both arms,
they're not giving you much credibility.
Do you actually think I would f*ck around
with some dumb wh*re
without all my angles covered?
I'm insulted, Amanda.
[door clicks open]
See you around, doll.
Probably on the streets, yeah?
f*ck you!
[door clicks shut]
[Amanda gasps and cries]
[light jazz music]
[people chatter happily] [light jazz music]
Eugene.
Carol. Nice party.
Thank you. I was worried
you weren't going to make it.
Hey, listen, where's Jason?
I know he's here somewhere.
Oh, he's probably in a
back room or something.
Uh, you know, when I find
him, I'll tell him you said hello.
Hey, listen, a few of us
are going to play poker again,
like we did last year in the cabana,
when he falls asleep.
[laughs] Mrs. Kauffman, you're bad.
I know, but...
Look, but I promised your hubby
I'd be on my best behavior tonight.
I'll believe that when I see it.
All right, well listen, when
you change your mind,
you know where to find me.
That I do.
[people chattering]
[sighs] Christ.
[Carol] Hi, honey. How's it going?
Hi. How's it going out there?
Good. It's going well, yeah.
Good, listen uh, we've
run out of Zinfandel,
- and people are asking for it.
- Okay.
I got uh, I think everything's cooked,
- and everything's fine.
- Really?
- What?
- Is that new?
It is.
- Nice.
- Thank you.
[people chattering]
p*nis? Peanuts?
Christ, Rogers, you
don't never quit, do you?
Nah.
Seriously, are you gonna
uh, hit that again, detective?
Yeah, 46-year-old asses
that title ought a be ill*gal.
I'm issuing a warrant. [Laughs]
Seriously, though, you
gonna take her upstairs
and f*ck her?
With the captain in the
house and everything?
Jesus Christ, you f*ck' animals.
I just walked through the
front door. Give me a break.
Oh, [imitates chicken clucking].
Look, it was bad timing, is all, okay?
Look, I'm a changed man these days.
All right, I gotta reconsider
these life choices.
You uh, what, you
wanna be more like Bailey?
Yeah. More like Bailey.
What, you got a problem with
that? He's a damn good cop.
Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey,
hey, don't get mad at me.
Yes, he is a good cop.
But these cougar cakes
still need a good clapping.
Hm, eh, eh, no worries, Russo.
But uh, the rookies got a pool out on you.
You're still the favorite.
But Collins, they're giving
pretty good odds to him.
Peterson saw him in
the shower the other day.
He said he's built like a brick sh*t house.
He's packing nine inches flacid.
- Mm.
- What are you?
Six hard? [Laughs]
If I were you, I'd be worried.
Well then, I guess I just have to rely
on my stellar personality then, huh?
And my 10-inch c*ck.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
We'll pick up later, yeah?
Yep, my money's still on Collins.
I'll take a piece of that. No disrespect.
It's a sure win.
Uh, I tell you.
Hey, how you doing?
[people chattering]
You know when you're,
whenever you're ready to talk,
you just, just say the word, all right?
I'm right here.
I will.
Um, I'm gonna dip in
the kitchen real quick,
say hi to the captain.
You want me to bring you
back a beer or anything?
I'm good, man.
Okay. Uh, good talk.
Uh, be back in a minute.
Collins.
[officers laugh]
You f*ck' children. Grow up.
Ah.
[glasses clink] Told
you it was a sure thing.
Russo, take a bite of
this bird. Tell me it's good.
Uh, tastes like sh*t. What're
you trying to do, poison me?
It's undercooked too.
Go f*ck yourself. You want another beer?
That's what I came in here for.
I'm choking on this piss
water you guys are giving me.
You hear anything from Bailey?
He's still not talking to me.
I don't know what's going
on. This is not like him.
I know. Grown man, he'll
talk to us when he's ready.
But, letting Strom go so soon,
I mean, that's just bizarre.
Yeah, I know.
Yeah, don't worry, I'm
not taking you off the case
or anything, but find
out anything from him,
just get back to me
soon as you can, all right?
Hey, no one wants answers
more than I do, Captain.
Amen. But hey, go, go,
go join the party, have fun.
Yeah, we'll deal with this stuff Monday.
I, I'm going.
[people chattering]
And so then, I told him,
"I don't care if we're
not together anymore,
- "I'm showing up," right?
- Yeah you did.
- You did, you did.
- Yeah. [Laughs]
[Rookie] And, I honestly, we are glad
- that you're here.
- He was so cute.
- Yeah.
- Oh my god,
- he's coming over.
- Of course.
He's coming over here. [Laughs]
Hey, I, I believe somebody's
calling you right there.
- Yeah, yeah.
- What?
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
- They're right over there.
- They're calling you,
- calling you.
- You guys are the best.
- Yeah, of course.
- Uh-huh.
I heard that Bailey is taking payoffs.
I heard he let Strom loose
because he got caught planting evidence
and rewriting paperwork.
Only reason Golden
Boy hasn't been fired yet
is because his mouth is
so close to Kauffman's c*ck.
Hey guys.
If you two uh, rookies got
something to say to me,
why don't you say it to my face?
You know, you don't need
to hide behind your skirts
like a couple little f*ck' school girls.
Maybe you can tell us something, hm?
Hm.
The f*ck is Bailey doing?
He f*ck' blew an entire case today,
and now he's crying in
the corner like a little b*tch?
I mean, we're supposed to
be f*cking cops here, right?
Look, Bailey's dealing with
some sh*t right now, okay?
So, why don't you just
leave him the f*ck alone
and mind your own g*dd*mn business?
Yeah, whatever, man. You're his partner.
Okay, you keep him on check.
We're rookies, but you're senior officers.
You can't even make a 187 stick anymore.
[Kevin crashes]
- Oh, sorry, Kevin,
my hand slipped.
[Bernadino thuds] [crowd gasps]
You son of a b*tch! [Glass clinks]
What the f*ck is going on out there?
Get them the f*ck outta my house. Now.
- f*ck off, f*ck off.
- m*therf*cker!
[men grumbling]
- Get 'em outside.
- f*ck you.
- All three of 'em.
Get the f*ck off me.
Come on. Come on, you mother...
Get the... [all talking at once]
Hey f*ck you. You f*ck' amateurs.
Ah! All right, get off.
All right, get off. Get the f*ck off me.
[water spraying]
- Ah, god.
- Hey, don't do that.
- Hey, ah.
- Oh my god.
- Hey, hey.
- Okay, Cap.
- Okay, okay, Captain.
All right, all right, forget it.
You assholes sobered up yet?
[Russo spits water]
Good. Now get the f*ck off my property.
Hill, Bernadino, you're
suspended til further notice.
Russo, I expect to see you in my office
first thing Monday morning
with a blank check written out to my wife
for all the sh*t you broke in her house!
Now, get the f*ck outta here. Outta here.
[water spraying] Get outta here.
Okay, okay, Cap.
All right, all right.
f*ck.
f*ck you. [Groans]
[Russo spits water]
Old man.
Always a pleasure, gentlemen.
[Bernadino] f*ck
you, you old piece of sh*t.
f*ck' baby-faced pussies.
Wow, Russo, wow. [Hands clap]
Bravo.
Those f*ck' rookies deserved it.
[hands pat]
[Officer] I guess this
means the pool's canceled.
[crowd chattering]
They can say what
they want, don't bother me.
I'm ready to talk now.
Not here though. Let's go somewhere else.
[crowd chattering]
[Russo groans and pants]
[deep somber music]
When I was a teenager,
I used to live in a shitty neighborhood.
I used to be into all kind of bad things,
drugs, gangs, you name it.
My real name isn't Jason Bailey.
It's Cory Brand.
In order to get into this one g*ng,
I had to k*ll somebody.
Nobody specific, I just
had to k*ll somebody.
They handed me a stolen g*n,
and I walked into a movie theater.
I found one theater with
a guy sitting by himself.
So I walked up on him.
I pointed the g*n right
in the back of his head.
I didn't even give it a thought. Pow.
Lights out, instantly.
It was loud in the theater
so nobody could hear.
I ran as fast as I could,
and I buried the m*rder
weapon in the forest somewhere.
I got into that g*ng,
but it wasn't worth it.
I couldn't sleep. I
couldn't eat, for months.
[cries] I wanted to k*ll myself.
I just kept thinking, I, I
didn't know if he had kids.
Was he somebody's husband?
Was he important to the community?
A few months later, I turned 18,
and I left my parents' house.
I got a part-time job
and joined the academy.
See, I figured if I became a cop,
I could keep the f*ck'
animals outta the street,
like myself.
I hated myself so much,
[sniffles] but it made me a better cop.
And I promised myself
that I would always be
the best cop that I can be.
That guy I picked up earlier, Jack Levy,
he used to be a part of my g*ng.
He knows the name of the guy I m*rder*d,
the date I m*rder*d him.
Hell, he even know
where I buried the weapon.
He already told Strom.
That's why I had to let him walk,
or I would lose everything.
My wife, my career, my kid, everything.
This guy Jack can squeal at any moment.
I'm on borrowed time, partner.
I'm at the f*ck' mercy.
But see, I keep telling myself that,
that Jack is just some punk,
and Strom is some low-level car thief.
That's the one lie that
makes me hope for the best.
I can't let it get out. Nobody can know.
Not Kauffman, not my wife, nobody.
I had to tell somebody, man.
That sh*t was burning me up.
f*ck. [Sighs]
Jesus Christ, Jason.
I don't know what to say.
[Russo breathes heavily]
Look, I will take this
to the f*cking grave.
My lips are sealed, amigo. All right?
We'll think of something.
[breathes heavily]
We'll think of something.
f*ck.
[deep suspenseful rhythmic music]
[hands slap]
[deep haunting music]
[Jack thuds]
- Oh! [Groans]
- Get your a*s up.
- You can't do this to me.
This is black on black right here.
Just shut the f*ck up.
Where my lawyer?
- Get up the stairs.
- f*ck that sh*t.
Where my lawyer at?
I don't give a f*ck about no lawyer.
You've been f*ck' around.
What, what, what?
I'm suppose to knock you around.
Oh boy, I know what this is.
You want some d*ck, huh?
Shut the f*ck up. [Jack laughs]
Yeah, b*tch, that's right.
Something's funny, huh?
[punches thud] [Jack groans]
Get your f*ck' a*s.
[door thuds] [Jack speaks indistinctly]
That ain't so bad, b*tch.
[door thudding] as*h*le.
[Jack groaning]
You don't wanna help
me? It's cold, m*therf*cker.
Think I'm soft.
[punch thuds]
- Oh, no, please.
[water splashes]
Keep f*ck' talkin' now, m*therf*cker.
[water splashes] [Jack gasping]
Where the f*ck is Paul and Tyrell?
'Cause I'm gonna visit they a*s too.
I don't, I don't know.
Huh? You don't f*ck' know?
You don't f*ck' know? [Water splashes]
Yeah, b*tch. You wanna f*ck somebody over?
Man, what you doin', huh?
[water splashes]
Old b*tch. [Jack gasping]
[Jack gurgles]
[Jack thuds]
This what the f*ck you want to see?
Yeah? Every f*ck' time, huh?
- Is this the f*ck you wanna do?
- What, n*gg*r?
You made this? This what you want?
- n*gg*r, I...
- This what you wanted?
[Jack thuds]
Oh, you going to cemetery.
m*therf*cker, I'm gonna ask you again.
m*therf*cker, where they are?
Where are they?
I don't know.
You don't know? You don't?
[punch thuds] [Jack groans]
Is that so? You gonna tell me?
Only if you f*ck me.
Oh, sh*t funny? [Bailey laughs]
[punch thuds] [Jack grunts]
m*therf*cker. Huh?
Get your f*ck' a*s up.
You gonna let me go? Huh?
You want me to let you go?
You gonna let me go?
f*ck' talk, I'll let you go.
- Okay. Okay.
- I'll let you go.
I'll talk. [Laughs]
They in the same
motherfuckin' place we left 'em.
On the streets like
some f*ck' rats. [Laughs]
Fun and games now, huh?
[Jack laughs] Oh, yeah.
sh*t funny, huh? sh*t funny?
[punch thuds] [Jack grunts]
f*ck' g*dd*mn b*tch, huh?
That f*ck' funny, huh? [Head bangs]
Everything funny to you, huh?
Everything f*ck' funny to you?
[yelling] f*ck!
What the f*ck you made me do?
Why'd you bring me
back to the f*ck' place?
Look what you made me do! f*ck that!
I worked my f*ck' a*s off to get here!
And you brought me right f*ck' back.
What the f*ck did you make me do?
You stole all my peace. f*ck.
[Bailey panting]
[kick thuds] f*ck.
[Bailey breathing heavily]
[Radio Dispatcher] 7-8-53,
I'm showing code three.
Come up at North Vista,
detectives on the way.
What the hell's going on?
[Radio Dispatcher] Code
4-3-8-1-6, all right, man.
Suspect, Joey.
Russo.
It's a f*ck' mess in there.
[Radio Dispatcher] Most
traffic is ambulance traffic.
Lemon Grove and Western, Lemon Grove...
[Russo] Jesus Christ.
Where the f*ck is Bailey?
I, I don't know.
What do you mean, you don't know?
Your c*ck is practically
super glued to his a*s.
I don't know.
And where the f*ck were you?
I was outside grabbing a coffee.
My shift doesn't start
till nine this morning.
Man. Find Bailey, pick him up.
What, you think Bailey did this?
He knows there's no
cameras in the bathroom.
And the hallway footage
picked him up going in,
but not coming out.
And he never told us f*ck
all about interviewing Jack.
So, pick up Bailey.
I'm going.
Christ.
Of the two of you guys
going over the deep end,
my money was on you, Russo.
Yeah, sorry to disappoint you, Captain.
[Kauffman sighs]
[door clanks]
[Radio Dispatcher] 6-8-21, 6-8-21,
ambulance traffic, Lemon Grove and Western.
[deep tense music]
[Bailey gasping]
[deep tense music]
Oh!
[deep tense music]
[car swooshes]
The b*mb, make this sh*t like 5-0
My Colt 5, it holds my survival
[door clatters]
- Hey!
I got it for that whole team
It's time to post up, n*gg*r, raise up
It's time to take that
corner back and raise up
Remember me?
Cody?
How you been, Paul?
Oh sh*t, man. What happened to you?
You just f*ck' vanished off
the face of the earth one day.
The only place I know
[g*n clinks]
[Paul scoffs]
[Paul laughs]
Oh sh*t, man. Who would've thought?
So what? You come to arrest me?
No.
You know, I actually don't
have anything against you, Paul.
I really liked you better
than the other guys.
Whatever happened to them?
Joel, Carl, Zeke, Tyrell.
sh*t, man.
[sighs] Joel and Carl got
gunned down in a drive by,
not too long after you dipped.
Yeah.
Zeke died of a heroin overdose years ago.
And Jack, I don't know
what happened to Jack.
Me neither.
He sure promised all that.
He probably got a real
job or something, you know.
Tyrell's still alive.
You know, he still lives in the same house.
But to be honest, he ain't
doing too good though.
You know, he can never cut the sh*t.
Word.
Hey, we were a small g*ng.
We were a tight g*ng, weren't we?
Yeah. We were a real tight g*ng.
And I'm part of a new g*ng now.
The most powerful g*ng in the world.
Tuh, I heard that. But
why you here though?
Hey man, I figured you skipped town
because you were scared of
our whole initiation process,
but no one said a word.
We wouldn't do that to you.
Even if you did bail on us,
we figured you had something
better or you got arrested.
But I swear, Cody, we all had your back.
[g*nsh*t blasts]
You know what? I lied.
I never f*ck' liked you.
You can't come up in
the ghetto where this goes
The only place I know
Go to hell, my enemies
[rap lyrics continue indistinctly]
[fist pounds]
Claudia, we're looking for
Jason. Do you know where he is?
I, I, I can't get a hold of him.
I don't, his phone is
shut off. I don't know.
He's been a mess all week.
I don't know where he is.
What the f*ck did you get him into?
Look, we're all worried
about him right now, okay?
Ah, shut up, Russo.
You know, I always knew
that something like this
was gonna happen.
You know, he, he always said
that you were gonna get him in trouble
and he was worried about it,
but he didn't wanna make you look bad,
so he never told me anything.
But you know what?
I know more than anyone else
that you're a dirty f*cking cop.
Claudia, please, okay?
I'm trying to do better.
I really am, okay?
Look, now we're all worried about him.
I just wanna find him
and bring him back home.
f*ck you, Russo.
Just help me out here, Claudia.
[door slams]
Goddammit. [Sighs]
[Radio Dispatcher] 5-0-0.
Hey, Diane?
Yeah. What?
Can you do me a favor?
Put a trace on Strom's
phone numbers and landlines.
Get a few eager rookies to listen in.
Let me know if they hear anything.
Okay, no problem.
Do you have the wiretap
order from the judge
so I can enter it in the system?
Yeah, we're still kinda
waiting on it at the moment.
Um, if you could just
keep this on the down low,
that'd be great.
[pen scratches]
I'll do it, but I'm pleading the fifth
if Kauffman asks me about it.
You got it. Oh, one more thing.
[Diane groans]
I need a file pulled from
about 15, 20 years ago.
Unsolved m*rder case in San Francisco.
Possible g*ng initiation,
happened in a movie theater.
Pull the file, run it through the systems,
let me know if there's any
leads or suspects on the case.
I can try. Do you have
anything else to go on?
Sorry, doll.
I'll call you if I find anything.
Okay. Thank you.
[telephone rings]
You find him yet?
He's got his phone turned
off. His GPS is turned off.
His body cam is turned off.
I stopped by his house to talk to his wife.
She doesn't know where he is either.
I don't know what else to do here, Captain.
I'm grabbing sh*t.
Well, keep on it.
Who the f*ck is this?
This is Officer Lee Torrance
from Internal Affairs Division.
You and Bailey are under investigation.
Jesus Christ. Are you
f*ck' kidding me right now?
We don't even know what
happened in that bathroom.
It's been a long time coming, Russo.
Now with Bailey awol, it's
finally worked its way up to too.
I don't like it. It comes from higher up.
Yeah. I'm not happy about it either.
[hand slaps]
There's your f*ck' check.
Tell Carol her party was
lovely. I got work to do.
[shoulder thuds]
[indistinct police radio chatter]
Well, that's him on a good day.
[indistinct radio chatter]
You gonna go after him?
Do I have to?
[tense mysterious music]
[phone vibrates]
Yeah?
[Diane] It's your guardian angel.
Yep, I have a couple possible names for you
on that case you wanted me to look at,
if it's even the right case, so.
I'll take 'em. Fire away.
[Diane] Zeke Tanner,
Joel Donner, Paul Cameron,
and Tyrell Carter.
Zeke and Joel are both dead.
Yeah. All right.
Give me the last known
addresses for the two still alive.
[car rumbles] [tense music]
[tires squeal]
[tense suspenseful music] [tires squealing]
[car rumbles] [deep tense music]
[tires squeal]
[tense suspenseful music]
[car door slams]
[traffic hums] [birds chirp]
[heavy rap music]
[horn blares] [tires squeal]
[car rumbles] [horns blare]
[relaxed R&B music]
Cody?
You came back. [Chuckles]
Are we in heaven?
[g*nsh*t blasts]
[relaxed R&B music]
No, we in hell, m*therf*cker.
[door slams open]
I was afraid I'd find you here.
Anyone else know?
No.
[sighs] God.
Let's talk somewhere else.
[door clicks]
[relaxed R&B music]
What the f*ck are you doing, man? Huh?
Everyone back at the station is pissed,
and I'm left cleaning up your f*ck' mess.
I mean, what the f*ck are you thinking?
You know, I was expecting you
to be a little more supportive.
Yeah? Well, you thought wrong.
You know, despite being
a complete piece of sh*t,
I'm still at least half an honest cop,
and you put me in a very shitty situation.
Oh, oh so today, out of all days,
you decide to grow a f*cking conscience?
When two weeks ago you
would've k*lled that crack head
for me yourself.
I put my f*ck' career
on the line for you,
and this is the thanks I get?
Hey, you finally broke, didn't you?
What, old boys got you feeling nostalgic?
Yo, please tell me you used a different g*n
than your service piece on
your childhood friend back there.
I'm not a f*cking idiot, Gene.
Yeah, well, that's
debatable at the moment.
Look, I don't know what to do
right now except bring you in.
Okay? Look, there's no
cameras in the bathroom, right?
Anything could've happened in there.
And we'll say you lost your
phone, or you, you broke it.
I don't know. We'll make
up a story in the car.
To make matters worse,
we have IA sniffing around our necks now.
This is gonna be a long
f*ck' year for both of us,
even if we can spin a cover story.
No, no, no. Look,
there's still a way to fix this.
I mean, just let me think this.
Look, we k*ll Strom, right?
He's the last one alive that knows.
I mean, you wanna k*ll him
yourself anyway, don't you?
Sure. Why not?
Okay, then it's settled.
We find Strom and we k*ll
him before he talks. All right?
- All right.
- All right?
Look, I said, all right.
I've been saying it for years.
I'm no rat, but I'm also not gonna take
a f*ck' fall for you either.
I got bills and a family too.
Have you talked to Claudia?
Yes, I talked to Claudia.
And don't worry, I kept
my f*ck' mouth shut
and lied to her face for you too, pal.
Where the hell you going?
I'm gonna find Strom and k*ll him.
That's what you wanted, right?
I'm just a cop doing my
job 'cause I said I'd do it.
Do not push me any
further. You just stay low.
Don't f*ck' turn your back on me, Gene.
I'm serious, Bailey.
I do not wanna to be seen
with you right now. Back off.
Look, just give a lead on Strom
and I'll walk the other way.
I said I'll take care of
Strom. You just lay low.
I'm not sitting this one out.
Do you seriously think I would trust you
to see this through?
Mister f*ck up number
one at the department.
You selfish son of a b*tch.
You don't give a sh*t about
me, Gloria, the kids, or nobody.
You just give a f*ck about
the drugs and the wh*res.
And you'd be a lot worse if I
didn't have to always be there
to clean up your sh*t.
Look, do not test me, okay?
I'm gonna say this once
and read my f*ck' lips.
Watch your f*ck' mouth
and back the f*ck off.
You can't do this to me.
What about my family?
What about my reputation?
I worked too hard to f*ck' build both.
Yeah, your, your
precious f*ck' reputation.
It was all just a f*ck' sham.
You know, you're always
telling me what to do.
You know, get better, clean up, do better,
be a good, honest f*ck' cop.
Well now maybe it's my chance.
Now, maybe I should write
out your full confession, huh?
Read it in front of Kauffman
and the whole department?
Because that would be
the right thing to do, right?
[fist thuds]
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Can't believe you just did that.
You keep talking that
sh*t, I'm gonna do it again.
Oh, threats now too, huh?
Hm, how the mighty have fallen.
Well, looks like we ain't
friends no more, huh, partner?
It's nice knowing you. [Spits]
Wait, wait, wait. What are you gonna do?
I'm gonna do my f*ck' job.
You know, I suggest you do the same.
Your reputation depends on it.
m*therf*cker.
[deep eerie music]
[footsteps clicking]
[basket thuds]
[Bailey] Where's Strom?
Who are you?
[deep tense music]
Where's Strom?
Wait, are you the one
that followed me home
the other day?
Mm-hmm.
Are you a cop?
I am, but I haven't
been a good one lately.
What do you want?
I just said what I wanted.
I, I assume he's at work.
We haven't been getting along lately.
I've been spending most
nights at my mother's house.
I don't know what he's up
to, but he's not a bad man.
You could've kept all
that personal sh*t to yourself.
'Cause I really don't give a f*ck.
I just wanna know where he works.
He's a criminal, and he
needs to be brought to justice.
What happens if I don't tell you?
b*tch, you should know by now
that this visit isn't exactly protocol.
So take a wild guess
what's gonna happen next, huh? [g*n clicks]
Where the f*ck does he work?
[Jennifer whimpers]
[deep tense music]
Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey.
So, Nunez just said that they
picked up a call from Strom,
and he's heading to
his main shop right now.
And, we have enough info
for an address. Here it is.
Yeah, he's gonna arrive there
in like less than half an hour.
Oh my god, thank you.
God bless you, Diane.
Russo, my office.
What is it, Captain? I gotta go.
I want you to fill in
Torrance on the case.
I don't have time for that right now.
One of Strom's mules
just boosted some wheels.
The delivery's in half an hour.
I need backup. Diane has the address.
[Kauffman] I haven't got any more men.
They're all down...
[Russo] Oh, f*ck it.
I'll grab the shotgun outta the locker.
Ah, Christ. Go after him.
I'll get some men somewhere
and I'll send 'em to you.
[Kauffman sighs]
[traffic hums] [deep tense music]
I don't know how you
live with yourself, Torrance.
All these lives and careers you've ruined.
We're just to do our f*ck' jobs.
It's hard enough as it is.
Someone's gotta watch the watchmen.
What, you don't
feel the least bit guilty?
You don't think the good
guys should get cut some slack
'cause of the greater good?
No, not really.
You wonder why everyone hates you.
[shotgun shell clicks]
[deep tense music]
How'd you even find this place, Russo?
No judge in his right mind
would grant you a court order
for a wiretap.
You have an informant we don't know about?
'Cause that's not exactly
above board either,
but with you, I wouldn't be surprised.
Jesus Christ, I gotta wonder whose side
you guys are on sometimes.
Look, if you're not gonna arrest me,
why don't you just shut the f*ck up?
'Cause you're giving me a g*dd*mn headache.
[deep mysterious music]
That's gotta be the booster right there.
[deep mysterious music]
All right, that was the deal. You saw it.
Let's move in. Back up can suck mine.
Is that Bailey?
How the f*ck did he find this place?
[deep mysterious music]
All right, I'm moving in.
You can either cover me,
or you can stay in the car
with your finger up your a*s.
[car doors click]
[tense suspenseful music]
[car door slams]
That was the easiest one yet.
Yeah, this'll be the last
one for a while, all right?
We gotta keep things a little quiet.
Pleasure doing business with you.
Yeah, be good.
Don't let the door hit you
in the a*s on the way out.
[Booster] You got it.
[shotgun clicks]
[deep tense music]
[g*nshots blast] [tense music]
m*therf*cker!
[g*nshots blast]
[Bailey groans]
[tense music]
Strom is somewhere in the building.
Just watch your a*s, all right.
Go find a back door, I'll cover you. Go.
Cover me, cover me.
[g*nshots blast] [glass clinks]
[g*nshots blast] [tense music]
[tense suspenseful music]
[shotgun c*ck]
[tense suspenseful music]
[g*nsh*t blasts] [shotgun c*ck]
[tense suspenseful music]
[Bailey breathes heavily]
[g*nsh*t blasts] [Bailey grunts]
[Bailey thuds]
[Bailey shudders]
[g*nsh*t blasts]
[Bailey gasping]
[tense suspenseful music]
[g*nsh*t blasts]
[booster groaning in pain]
[tense suspenseful music]
[Bailey] Right here,
right here, right here.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Hang on buddy. Hang on.
[Bailey groans]
I know you just came back in
to apologize for that sh*t
you said the other night.
[Bailey laughs and coughs]
Same to you, as*h*le.
And you're not gonna die,
okay? You just hang on.
For how long? [Groans]
Help's coming, all right?
We're gonna get you help.
No, no.
f*ck him. [Panting] You gotta go get Strom.
Go get Strom. [Coughs]
Go, go, go. Go.
[deep suspenseful music]
Hey, you're the IA guy, right?
[groans] Come here, come here.
I, I, I got something to tell you.
[Bailey gasping]
[footsteps thudding]
[deep suspenseful music]
f*ck!
[tense somber music]
Who the f*ck are you talking to?
I'm calling an ambulance.
Talking to Kauffman, aren't you?
I was calling an ambulance.
[Russo breathing heavily]
What did Bailey say
to you before he died?
What?
What the f*ck did he say to you?
Nothing. I swear.
You swear.
You're f*ck' pathetic, man.
[booster writhing in pain]
Where's Strom headed?
How the f*ck would I know, man?
What, you want me to sh**t
your f*ck' elbows off too?
I'm on a roll today.
Put the g*n down, Russo.
[foot thuds] [booster cries out in pain]
He's on his way to the next
warehouse, to close it down.
It's over there on
Lancaster and uh, McHenry.
[g*nsh*t blasts]
Give me the phone.
Give me the f*cking phone!
[phone clatters]
Now we're going to the next garage.
Get in the f*ck' car.
You're so done, Russo.
I'm gonna put you away for as long as...
[shotgun c*ck]
I'm not gonna say it
again. Get in the f*cking car!
Move!
[tense suspenseful music]
[gasoline splatters]
[car swooshes]
[tense suspenseful music]
Get back. Go. [Car doors thud]
[deep tense music]
Yeah, okay.
[tense suspenseful music]
[slow mysterious music]
[g*nshots blasting]
[tense adventurous
music] [g*nshots blasting]
[car engine revs]
[tires squeal]
[g*nshots blast]
[car engine revs]
[tires squeal]
[cars rumble] [tires squeal]
[horn blares]
[cars rumble]
[shotgun c*ck]
[cars rumble] [tires squeal]
[cars crash]
[cars rumble]
[g*nshots blast] [tires squeal]
[car crash] [tires squeal]
[g*nsh*t blasts]
[car engines rev] [tires squeal]
[cars rumble]
[tires squeal]
[cars rumble]
[horn blares] [tires squeal]
[horns blare] [tires squeal]
[cars rumble]
[tires squeal]
[car crashes] [glass clinks]
[tires whir]
[deep tense music] [cars rumble]
[tires squeal]
[deep suspenseful music]
f*ck.
[deep suspenseful music]
[car engines rev]
f*ck it.
[tires squeal]
[cars rumble] [tense adventurous music]
[tires squeal]
[glass clinks]
Come on. [Fist pounds]
f*ck!
[car crashes] [glass clinks]
[tense suspenseful music]
[tires squeal] [car thuds]
[tense suspenseful music]
[car thuds]
[tense suspenseful music]
[Strom breathes heavily]
[car crashes] [g*nsh*t blasts]
[tense suspenseful music]
[car crashes] [glass clinks]
[shotgun c*ck]
[Russo groans]
[car door squeaks]
[feet shuffle] [glass clinks]
[birds chirp]
[g*nsh*t blasts] [glass shatters]
[g*n thuds]
[Russo groans]
[Russo gasping]
[sirens blare]
[glass clinks]
[sirens blare]
[deep tense music]
[Russo sighs]
Ah, f*ck.
[deep somber music]
[hand knocks]
Everyone's looking for you.
I know.
What do you want?
I just wanted to stop by
and tell you about Jason. I...
I already know that he's dead.
You f*cking idiot. They
called me last night.
Are you responsible?
I, I just think you should know
what kind of man Jason
was, his past, and I just want...
[hand slaps]
f*ck you.
I don't wanna hear it. My
husband was a good man.
Better than you'll ever be.
I know.
This isn't easy for me, Claudia.
I just wanted to stop by and tell you...
[door slams]
[slow somber music]
Yeah, let me talk to Jerry Wilson.
He's in the impound lot. This is...
I'll call you back.
[slow somber music]
Jesus Christ.
I know, I got some explaining to do.
No sh*t, kid.
You guys find Torrance yet?
Yeah, and Bailey, and Strom.
I assume that's all your work.
I know you and Bailey
had a falling out at the end.
Do you?
Not really, no. To be
honest, I don't think you did.
I've been a cop for too long.
I just know things sometimes.
How much did Torrance tell
you over the phone yesterday?
He never called me.
And Bailey was a damn good cop.
I was thinking the same thing.
Maybe one day you can
tell me more about him.
Go on, get outta here.
Go home, get some rest.
You've earned it.
[deep melancholic music]
Are you gonna say
anything at the service?
Everyone's kind of expecting me to.
I even have something prepared for it.
Not many people are gonna like it though.
Oh, really? Do tell.
Well, being clean means coming clean,
that includes everything.
Even Bailey.
That sounds intriguing.
You know my father had a saying.
Loyalty above all else except honor.
I didn't know that.
I never mentioned it,
'cause my father's an idiot.
[both chuckle]
You doing all right?
Yeah, yeah. I'll, I'll be fine.
Does this mean you're finally
gonna start slowing down?
Stop forging reports? Stop
getting drunk and f*ck' wh*res?
Who told you I was f*cking wh*res?
You just did, Detective.
Look, there's gonna be a
lotta changes going forward.
I promise.
You promise?
I kinda like the old Russo.
Really?
Yeah. What was wrong with him?
[footsteps click]
And sweetie, don't worry
about your speech. It'll be fine.
Meet you in the car.
[birds chirp] [Russo exhales sharply]
[traffic hums]
[Russo sighs]
[paper rips]
[Russo sighs]
f*ck 'em all, Bailey.
It's none of their g*dd*mn business anyway.
[birds chirp]
[tense suspenseful music]
[tense suspenseful music continues]
[deep mysterious music]
[slow ambient music]
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