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Twelve seconds on the clock.

Third down with 52 yards to the end zone.

Yeah, Chuck,
they're about five yards shy

from being within field goal range.

I really think they're gonna need
a hail Mary to make this play.

And here's the hike.

Boy wonder quarterback
Casey rhodes has got the ball.

Landon Morris has shut down Ben Roy.

Rhodes is running it! He '3 running it!

Oh, the crowd is loving it!

And rhodes is making a mockery
of Atlanta's defense!

Jowon Briggs is gaining on rhodes.

Rhodes is gonna get up.

- He's going! Oh! Whoa, whoa!
- Yeah.

Oh, jowon Briggs
sacked rhodes on the two-yard line.

We are not made to bend that way.

Oh, that's devastating, Dave,
for rhodes.

All playoff hopes are gone
in one savage tackle.

Well, you know, Chuck, that's football.

That's football.

Hey, you guys gotta move.

You're blocking us in.

What the hell?

Nathanial Wilson!

You live at 1403 angel Avenue
with your wife and daughter.

Open the truck and forget
that I know where you live.

Don't think about your job.
Think about your fucking family!

Nathanial!

Don't do it, don't do it.

Move. Give me the keys!

Go!

Get on your knees.
Hands behind your head.

Do it!

Thirty seconds to go.

Twenty-nine, 28...

Fifteen, 14...

Twelve, 11, ten,

nine, eight, seven...

He's running! You mother...

Two, one.

Time's up. Let's move!

Come on, come on, come on.

Check the alley.

Knight, get your ass downtown now!

Let's go.

- Drop your keys!
- Whoa! You can have the car.

Get the fuck outta here!

Let's go!

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Are you fucking kidding me?

I got it. I got it. I got it. I got it.

Are you fucking kidding me?

- You're up, Mike.
- I'm on it.

Let's go! Mike, let's go!

Don't leave anyone behind.

Let's go!

Oh, for fuck's sake!

Where are you going?

Fuck!

I'm going.

Let's go!

Come here, piggies!

Yo, where are you going?
The car's this way.

Police! Freeze!

Drop your weap...

Get down! Shit!

Hey, man.

What's all that cowboy shit, man?
Stick to the plan!

I'm playing to win.

Ah, fuck.

You should've said "please."

Fuck you, buddy.

No, thanks.

I'll get 'em this time.

On three, you ready?
On three, you move. One...

- Two.
- Three. Go!

- I got one.
- Let's get outta here.

- Hey... get the fucking car. Let's go.
- What the fuck?

After you.

Knight.

Come on. Let's go!

Light 'em up!

All right, get in the car. Let's go!

Let's go! Come on!

Help me, James.

Watch out, watch out!

Knight, help me.

Casey, can we talk about what happened?

I didn't sign up to shoot cops, man.

The whole FBI
is probably chasing us by now.

It was us or them.

That cop did his job, we did ours.

- We did it better on the day.
- For what? A couple grand?

Uh, six, seven, eight, minus winna's cut.
80, that's, uh, 134k.

134?

That make it okay to shoot cops then?

No, but I mean, it's 134.

Should we just head to Vegas?

Have a cocktail.

I'm down.

So, what in the actual fuck
was that about?

You told me to take care of it,
so I took care of it.

Besides, you're the one
who shot the fucking cop.

Because I was cleaning up
your fucking mess.

You keep telling yourself that.

You told me to do something,
and I fucking did it.

I mean, that was better than a fucking
pick 6 on a Sunday fucking afternoon.

That's not the point of it.

Whoa, whoa. What's your point?

You not only put my life in danger,

you tried to screw over
our fucking teammates.

Do you think I don't have
your fucking back?

Huh? Is that what you're saying?

You're the one coming to me,
"oh, my knee is busted.

Oh, shit. Give me some fucking pills.

Oh, come practice with me
so I can make a fucking comeback.

Oh, my life is over."
Huh? Who had your fucking back then?

You asked me to go, and I fucking go.

Fuck you, Casey.

You know I'm not in this for the money.

- Move, move.
- Coming through.

Everybody, please get out of the way.

Hey. Yeah, we made it.

Your fuckin' plane was late.

Well, Mercer went off.

Yeah, we'll be at laguardia in four hours.

No, fuck la. Oh, fuck Mercer.

I'm never working with him again.

Whoo!

Yeah. All right,
I'll get Mercer's cut to him.

Thank you.

138k. This is winna's cut.

Hey, case.

I know the last time, it went to shit.

But I've been working on something.

I watch this guy on YouTube, super legit.

And guess what? I copied him.

And I was thinking, for next time...

The fuck are you talking about, man?

Hold that thought.

Easy. Easy, easy, easy.

Easy.

What the...

A fucking pipe bomb?

Get that out of here right now.

If we need a distraction, we could use it.

Then we'll have homeland security
on your asses for, like, the end of time.

You built this?

From scratch, bro.

That guy from YouTube,

he could teach a toddler
to make one of these things.

That's terrifying.

Yeah.

Yeah, it kind of is terrifying.

Whoa. You want me to get rid of it?

Yes! Obviously. I can't even believe
this is a real conversation.

Let's stash it, you know,
for an emergency.

- You're both insane.
- I'm just thinking ahead.

Like cap taught me, right, case?

Okay, goodbye.

Come on. You're a little bit
impressed. Where are you going?

- Out.
- Sykes.

Wait, wait, wait, Sykes.

I'm having a little get-together
tomorrow night.

Couple of people.
If you wanna come by, just come by.

Maybe.

What's her deal?

Bye, Sykes.

She's right, you know?

You are insane.

No, but I love it.

My man.

Now...

How'd you do this?

I'm actually glad you asked.

How do you do that?

Lots of practice.

How can you be at the wrong place

at the right time all the time?

These guys were spraying and praying.

It was 50/50
that they would have hit you or Fitz.

One day, your luck
is going to run out, cowboy.

I should have done it alone.

He'll pull through.

Listen, we are outgunned, outpaced.

The only way to catch this crew
is in the act.

- You got a theory?
- Yeah.

Those guys are smart, trained.

I mean, all they stole
is just a bit of cash

and an old deck of baseball trading cards.

Smart people don't Rob banks.

Yeah, true that.

This crew is tight.
And they move like a team.

Hmm.

Yeah, but...

Athletes.

The guard said he got truck stick
trying to escape.

That tracks.

You know, the rest of the team think

that I'm crazier than you
for thinking like this,

but hear me out.

Those guys are not from here.

One of the witnesses said
that they speak with a New York accent.

Have you heard of phantom planes?

The phantom?

The one in the purple suit with the dog?

I'm talking about planes.

Phantom planes.

They fly around the country
with no manifests, no record.

They go from one city
to the next one, pick up people.

Now, there are a couple ofjobs
around the country that fit the mo.

The Miami credit union two months ago.

The Fenway currency exchange.

The Austin crypto hit.

The faa logs tail numbers.

There was only one plane

that was in the same city
as all those jobs.

The plane is registered
to a New York shell company

that goes by—- by winna.

- Shit.
- You know him?

Mm-hmm. He's a bookie.

Hmm.

That's not our jurisdiction.

But I can make a call
and get some information.

Where the fuck you going?

New York.

Fuck.

I want to be a paw patrol officer.

We got no pigs in this house.

They're not pigs. They're dogs.

Do pigs have paws?

No, they don't have paws.
They got those, uh...

Babe, what do pigs have?

- Hooves?
- Hooves! Hooves.

Yeah, they got those hooves.

What about a gyptian mummy?

Gyp... Egyptian.

Come on, say that.

E-gyp-tian.

Egyptian.

- Gyptian.
- That's close enough.

Okay. Hey, we'll pick out a costume
once I get back.

All right? Love you.

You got another thing there.
Give me a headbutt.

- Love ya.
- Love you too.

You going on a grocery run?

Oh, let's just get takeout, yeah?

I read too much grease is bad for kids.

- Okay, groceries it is.
- You got cash?

Uh, no. The foreman owes me a check.
I'm gonna go pick it up.

- Where?
- Where?

Where are you going?

The site. I'm gonna go
get it at the job site.

- The one by Broadway?
- Yeah.

The construction job?

Yes. The construction job.

Hmm. That's strange,

'cause there isn't a construction
going on on that block.

Yeah, it's right by it.

I drove by yesterday, 'cause Clara

- wanted to see her dad at work.
- Jesus Christ.

I want to know where the father
of my child is going.

- Is that... is that so wrong?
- I'm working.

On what?

On providing for this family.

Casey, you can't provide for this family
if you're in a fucking jail cell.

Oh, no. I can't provide for this family
with a nine-to-five, darling. Okay?

- That's not enough. Right?
- Hmm.

Look, I'm not asking for much.

Oh, that's bullshit.

- Bullshit?
- Bullshit!

- Bullshit?
- Yeah!

You love that old lifestyle.

You married a quarterback
who can't play football anymore.

Okay? Poor woman,
having to slum it with a has-been.

But this is what you got.
This is the real world, okay?

I bust my ass for you, and I am here.

- You're here?
- Yes, I'm here.

You think you're here?
No, you're not fucking here.

Half the time, you're on pain pills.

You're like a fucking zombie.

And I-I understand.

I see what you put your body through,

but you're a fucking drug addict, Casey.

That's nice.

It's the truth.

Hey, darling. Hey.

- Hi, hey. I'm sorry...
- Ugh.

It's okay.

That daddy's screaming.

Did you ever call coach cogburn back?

Um, no. I'm not working for $18 an hour.
All right?

Then daddy would have to work for 90
hours a day... and that's not possible...

So I could provide for you.

To provide for me?

Yeah. Yeah, you know what I mean.

You know what I mean.

Yeah, yeah.

Come here, okay? Hey, I...

I love you. I'm sorry. I just...

I love you, okay?

No. You love getting under my skin.

It's true.

Hi!

Hi.

Look, I really just
don't need anything more

than what we have right here.

Okay?

- You watch your mama while I'm gone.
- Okay.

Okay?

We'll pick out some costumes.

We'll pick 'em when I get back. All right.

Okay.

- Go eat your sandwich, okay?
- Okay.

Okay.

How's the knee, sausage?

Uh, it's pretty awful,
but thank you for asking.

You know, I got some tiger balm
if you wanna, uh, rub me up.

- You'd like that?
- Oh, I really, really would.

Hmm.

You know the rules.

Help goes around back, okay?

Your breath, man, it's disgusting.

Arch your back. Loosen your grip.

And when you're ready, just take a swing.

Nice!

So you think you're funny?

Not... not really.

Get out of here. It's business time.

- Yeah, uh, golf? Not really your sport.
- Oh.

Have you ever considered,
uh, power walking?

Oh, so you are funny.

Brigga, punch him.

- Did you do it yet?
- Now that's out of the way,

tell me all about it.

Um, how'd it go?

Uh...

- It was nothing but a good time, man.
- Yeah?

- Yeah.
- Exciting. You got the money?

I got the money.
Here you go, every cent.

Bngga.

Tell me more. Right?

Show me the dailies, as they say. Go.

Better than any touchdown.

That's what I'm talking about.
A man who's passionate about his work.

All right, real talk now.
Coach and the captain.

I did see the fireworks.

- Yeah, we got it done.
- No.

No, what you got was heat.

The cops want both our heads now
for lighting up that detective.

- Yeah? So what? Who cares?
- So what?

- Hazard of the job.
- Oh, hazard of the job?

Yeah, hazard of the job.

- You have some rats on the force.
- What of it?

- So what's their take? Anyone ID us?
- Not that I heard.

But if you can stand the heat,

I might have another job for you.

Yeah.

Come on, take it.

- Comeon.
- Nah.

They say it'll sell for $1.2 million.

$1.2 million. That's extraordinary, right?

Think about it. If you can get that,

that's like 200k each
for you and your crew.

250.

250 times five, do the math.

I should just buy the thing myself. 220.

I'm not working with Mercer.
Three-man team this time.

It's not my problem.

- All right.
- All right?

- Yeah. Get the money ready.
- Get the fuck out of here.

- All right.
- All right, go.

Bring back the girl.

Yeah, I'm just finishing up here,
and I'll be home in a little bit.

No, that's okay. Perfect.

- Come on.
- Not now.

All right.

Hey.

What's up, Dave? How you doing?

- Hey, champ. What's up, brother?
- Hey, man.

- What the fuck is this?
- What, I can't have a party?

How the fuck does a guy
who got dropped by the mets

and hauls scrap at his dad's junkyard

pay for a party like this, huh?

First rule, right?
Don't flash your fucking cash.

What did you do...
What did you do with your cash?

Thanks for asking.

I'm saving it, so I can get
the fuck out of this neighborhood

and buy new friends.

Dude, I don't want you to go to jail.

All right, all right.

But we're here. It's a party.
Enjoy it, man. Have a beer.

- You're freaking me out.
- Jesus.

Hi, Ms. Kandinsky.

What did winna say?

Winna said we did good work.

And that we maybe have
some heat for the cop thing.

But the cop didn't die,

so, you know, it should blow over.

That come from his rat?

No. They didn't ID
any of us and they won't

as long as we keep our mouths shut
and don't throw fucking parties.

Uh, but I got some good news. Hey.

Hi there.

- Winna's got another gig lined up for us.
- Oh, come on. I'm in.

Why do you want to keep working
with this guy?

'Cause he's given us
five gigs in five months.

Uh, he's got a jet to fly us anywhere,
take any heist anytime.

And did I mention the part
that we're getting 220?

- Whoa, 220?
- 220.

What about the fucking cop?

Enough with the fucking cop. Please, okay?

He didn't die, right? He's okay.

Gonna get paid. It's gonna be fine.

Yeah. Maybe... maybe we did him a favor.

Okay, maybe not a favor, but...

That guy was doing his job.

So were we, okay?

Suddenly, you're a bank robber
with a heart of gold?

Casey pulled the trigger,
but we're all still guilty.

Just wanna let you know that.

You're all fucked. You're all so fucked.

So go see a priest and confess.
Just not at my party.

Look, Sykes, if you've just gone up
and grown a conscience, that's fine.

You can walk. I'm not gonna stop you.

But I want you.

Shut the fuck up
and just tell me what the score is.

Check this out.

Oh, come on.

Here.

Oh, shit.

- No, we're gonna die. For real.
- Fuck off.

- No.
- One-of—a-kind collector's item

that sells at an auction.

Guys, um, we do this job, right?

We're gonna have a nice little deposit
for our pensions.

Come on. I've seen it.
I got it all in my head.

I know all the angles. We can do this.

I'm gonna pass unless I have my team.

What about Mercer?

Fuck Mercer, okay?

- I got one fucking cowboy right here.
- I'm out on Mercer.

- Fine.
- I'm in.

- Let's go steal Wayne gretzky.
- Have a salami.

- Thank you.
- Fuck off.

You couldn't afford a heater?

Every move should improve
your position or hurt the enemy.

This is a battlefield.
And never forget why you're fighting.

Now, the knight.

The knight is the most dangerous piece
on the board.

The knight can strike
when you least expect it.

The knight moves in ways
most people won't understand.

Now, what the hell? How the fuck did you...
Where the fuck is my security?

Where's brigga?

I hope I'm not, uh, interrupting.

Detective, you're a long way from home,
you know that?

- Who are you?
- Sango.

Oh, gesundheit.

Welcome to my humble fortress.

- Nice place for a bookie.
- Thanks.

Yeah, we say if there's
a sport with a winner,

then there's also a loser
that was willing to bet on it.

- We need a word.
- You need a word? I got a word.

"Lawyer."

Lawyer?

I got four more words.
"Speak to my lawyer."

As you can see,
I'm in the middle of a lesson here.

Do you know who this is? This is
the youngest chess master in history.

Well, good for him.

Hey, this is my home. All right?

Show some respect.

I apologize for these clowns.

Hey, kid, go learn a real sport.

Now, detectives, talk to me.

What can I do you for?

We know all about you, winna.

Kicked out of Goldman sachs
for insider trading.

Got a sweetheart deal with the judge.

You were a ci for the local pd and feds.

Oh, so you found
my Wikipedia page, did you?

And I'm glad to see the government's
finally hiring guys who can read.

So tell me,
if I turn your pockets inside out,

what am I going to find?

I don't know. What will you find?

Perhaps a lawsuit
for breaching my civil liberties?

- Really?
- Yeah.

You know a lot of ex-pros.

Make some scratch.

Yep.

I like a couple of them for a messyjob.

A messy truck job.

- You know anything about that?
- No.

Not to the best of my recollection.

Think real hard.

And what's in it for me?

Christmas dinner at my place.

Oh, yeah?

I think I'll pass.

Well, better than the alternative.

And what's that?

You have dinner at his.

You know, call ahead next time.

I'll make sure the gates are locked.

If you're covering for them,
I'll find out.

Now, is that a threat, detective?

Got a lot of property here.

Lot of places to get lost, disappear.

Lot of places.

We're done.

Get out.

Wait here.

What the fuck are you doing here?

What do you got?

What do I got?

What about the truck heist?

I don't know anything about it,
but if I did know something about it...

I would look at Casey rhodes.

Casey rhodes?

Yeah, look to him.

Yeah, where can I find him?

I'm not gonna do
your fucking job for you, buddy.

And I shouldn't have to explain
why this can't come back to winna.

Don't forget.

You still owe him.

Is that a fact?

Yeah. It's a fact.

Now get the fuck outta here.

- Yo, you got my stuff?
- Yeah.

Any news on the next one?

Uh, nothing yet. I'll let you know.

No serial numbers. Complete virgin.

- Not for long.
- Yes.

All right.

- Let's get the fuck outta here, yeah?
- Sure.

Casey rhodes.

- Give that to...
- I'm not going back to jail, man.

You're not gonna...
If they had anything on us...

Lose it behind your fucking back.

Can I help you?

Can I see some ID?

You know, I think I left it at home.

What about you?
Do you, uh... do you have your ID?

Yeah, I think I left mine at home too.

I know who you are.

- Casey rhodes.
- And?

Rookie of the year.

Drafted by the chargers.

That's a really good memory, pops.

Numbers are good?

Astronomical.

The next Tom Brady.

Lost a lot of money. Went bankrupt.

Oh, I've heard about you.

Didn't you get banned for shaving points?

Yeah, you want a fuckin' autograph?

Get in the fucking car. Let's go.

Knight.

Knight, help me.

Yeah, you want a fuckin' autograph?

Knight, you okay?

I was talking about you, not to you.

Okay, now we have a mutual friend. Winna.

Uh, winna.

Hmm. You guys... you know winna?

It's a small world.

Maybe we could all grab some brunch
or something sometime.

Be really nice.

That's real cute.
What's your current address?

Uh, you got a pen?

Okay. It's, uh, just on the corner

of, uh, "speak to my"
and "fuckin' lawyer."

It's a new suburb.

You're friends with winna, obviously.

He must train his dogs really well.

Stay safe out there. Be seeing you.

You too.

Captain. Captain shea.

- Detective sango.
- Mmm.

- Thanks for taking the time.
- Where's your partner?

He's not my partner.

What can I do for you, detective?

We're here as a gesture of goodwill.

I was wondering
if we could share information.

You're out of your jurisdiction.

Captain, we have a cop
who is right now fighting for his life.

Detective knight had some leads
regarding some old friend of his.

Andrew winna.

Old friend?

Yeah, he might have been a bookie or cl.

Just an old friend of knight.

Does he know him or "he knew him"?

Knight might be rough around the edges,

but he's a good cop.

Mm-hmm.

Got anything concrete?

Winna's head of security, brigga.

He played football with Casey rhodes.

I guess they had a falling out,

because he implicated Casey
and his crew in the heist.

They cover their tracks very well.

Hit the target and disappear like ghosts.

Look, detective, I know your captain.

She vouched for you, but not your partner.

She sent me his file.

It is the opinion of the department

that if James knight
wasn't hunting bank robbers,

he'd be robbing banks.

He's a thug with a badge.

If they strike again,
I'll give you clearance.

But stay out of our way.

Welcome to New York, detective.

- Have fun being a tourist in my city.
- Mmm.

That was in!
Get the fuck out of the way. That was in!

What are you, blind?
Who the fuck is that ref, huh?

He's a dead man, that's who he is.

You guys are good
at what you do, all right?

You both work for me now, okay?

25% of your take.
No kiting or I take it out in blood.

I'm kidding, but not really.

What?

- It's knight.
- What the fuck does he want?

Give me that phone.

What the fuck are you doing?

Why are you rolling on me
with that jamoke, huh?

We have an understanding, detective.

Stay away, or else.

They got him on life support.

Oh, okay. Well, hazard of the job.
Send him some flowers.

Who shot him?

How the fuck would I know
who shot some guy

in your dirty little city?

We spoke to him.

Yeah, Casey rhodes. And his buddy.

They're both stand-up guys.

We both agreed not to ask questions
that we don't want answers to.

If I get the evidence
that rhodes shot Fitz...

Uh-uh. Watch that tone, detective.

I could always call ia
and let them know about our little chat.

- We threatening each other now?
- No.

No, we are not. Now, listen to me.

Back off from rhodes and Mercer.

If I find out you had
anything to do with this...

Oh, so much plot and excitement.

Listen to me.
No more empty threats, detective.

I can take you out whenever I want,

wherever I want, okay?

If you don't believe me,
I'd love to give you a demonstration.

Fitz is still in the icu, right?

One call from me,

I'll have him moved to the morgue. Bye.

And the good news?

Uh, you're late.

- How 'bout getting a fucking watch?
- You find the blueprints?

Yeah. But I did some digging
on those cops that paid you a visit.

Anything good?

Yeah. So first up, we have
detective godwin frensaw sango.

Analyst with the CIA for seven years.

He settled down in la,
made detective in a year.

- In a year?
- Yeah.

That's good.
What about the other guy? The bald guy.

The other bald one?

Uh—huh.

So that's
detective James Edward knight.

He served in the marines,
got out after a tour,

met his wife and had a kid.

Guess where.

In the back of his car?

No, dumb-ass. Newark.

This says here
that he made detective in two years.

And then here's where it gets,
like, super interesting.

Nine years ago,
knight is transferred to Los Angeles.

Why?

This all starts with a guy
named Jerry leach,

an ex-con who the cops liked for killing
a bank manager during an armed robbery.

Fast forward a few years later,

ia investigated knight's involvement
in an off-duty shooting.

The victim, Jerry leach.

And who was the unlucky bank manager?

Knight's old man, William knight.

But here's the craziest part.

Guess who the last person
to see Jerry leach alive was?

- Winna?
- Yeah.

Winna was a ci.

He must have tipped off knight
to leach's whereabouts

in exchange for owing knight a favor.

Witnesses claimed
they didn't see anything,

the ia always leaning towards knight.

They made a deal to send him out west
just to get rid of him.

Since then,
knight had caught some big cases.

But he got divorced and seems
to have some disciplinary hearing

at least once a year.

Boo-hoo.

I don't think we should
get between these guys,

especially with this knight guy
wanting Casey's head.

If they had anything on us,
we'd be in cuffs right now, right?

So we proceed.

Blueprints.

Right.

So the good news is,
there are plenty of exit points.

All right, which means there's plenty
of places for us to get caught, right?

- Right.
- From the top.

7:07, red carpet ends.

Okay, 7:09, one of us
enters through the lobby,

dressed as a server.

- 7:25, the auction begins.
- 7:30, we cut the lights.

7:31, the snatch goes down.

7:32, we all meet at the getaway car.

And by 7:33, we're all dead

or rich as fuck.

Fuck yeah.

Now the last thing we have to decide,

which one of us makes the grab?

All right, Mike.

You're first up. Let's go.

All right.

- On you.
- Here we go.

Go, go, go, 90, go, 90-

No.

- How was that?
- No, horrible. Again.

Alarm will sound
as soon as you snatch it.

You got 30 seconds
to get to the getaway car.

Well, if this was a real surface,
things would be different.

Yeah, no shit.

If you can execute here, you have
no excuse to screw it up on the day.

- All right.
- Let's go.

Nice.

Go, go, go, go.

- No.
- Nothing?

No. Not even close.

- All right, move aside. I'm up.
- Come on.

All right, ready?

- Go!
- Yeah!

Come on, come on,
come on, come on. Come and get it.

Hit the corner.
Go, go, go, go, go, go.

Ow! Ow, fuck!

Go, go, go, go, 90-

No. Time.

- We gotta get this.
- Mike!

- Come on!
- All right. Take a breath.

Ready? And go!

Come on, come on, come on, come.
Go, go, go, go.

Come on.

Time.

Ugh!

How was that?

No.

We gotta get this.

You're up.

Okay. Thought you'd never ask.

Quickly.

We're fucked.

- Ready?
- Ready.

Go.

Whoa, whoa. Hopefully...

How'd I do?

How did you do that?

Anticipate the turns.

You're right.
We got too much muscle.

Okay, nobody ever said that.

- You think you're up for this?
- Yeah. Yeah.

Okay.

- All right.
- Okay.

Set.

Do it blindfolded.

_

Our auction will begin shortly.

Please start to find your way
to your seats.

How do I look?

Like Tom Cruise wants his mask back.

Let's go with that. Let's go.

The auction will begin
in two minutes. Two minutes.

Please, everyone, take your seats.

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen.
I am Maxwell Wyatt.

Tonight, you may walk home
with a piece of sports history.

Without further ado, our first item.

1,000, 1,000.

For 10,000.

$10,000.

Do I have $25,000?

Who the fuck is that?

How are we iookin'?

I am fan-fucking-tastic.

Now shut up and let me do my job.

- Copy.
- Thank you.

Jesus.

Hey, I was actually
just looking to make some...

Shut your mouth and turn around.

Hands where I can see 'em.

Okay.

NYPD. You're under arrest.

Yeah, east wing, we got a party crash...

Rhodes, Mike, this place is crowded
with undercover cops.

Ah, they're probably just
moonlighting as security, right?

Here for the cash handout
and seafood buffet.

Proceed as planned.

Hey, gorgeous. Fancy seeing you here.

- Can I help you?
- Oh, cut the charade. Nobody can hear us.

So how's the big mission going?
You ready to make the big swipe, huh?

Okay, use your head.

Someone could ID us later on.

See, that's why I like you, Sykes.

You're as smart as you're hot.

How about we find
a little corner somewhere

and we can, uh, you know,
have a little talk?

Okay, we're here to steal that card.

- I know.
- And a little action before the big action

won't hurt nobody, right?

Oh. Oh, you were dead serious.

What the fuck did you just say to me?

Okay, real talk.

You're a bougie, rich asshole
acting like you have a wild side.

You give Casey some jobs,
so you feel like you're part of a team,

but I bet you were never picked
for any sports team.

You're nothing more
than just another dick in a suit

who's never had to work a day in his life.

Now that we've cleared that up,

let's keep it fucking professional

and stay the fuck out of our way.

Gerald maywood.

You have a wife and two kids and live
at 506 oakley drive in monterey park.

Now, do as I say, and the guy
parked outside your house

won't turn into the guy
who goes inside your house.

Now, wipe the cameras for the last hour.

There you go.

Stand up

and walk to that room.

I'm gonna lock you in it.

The centerpiece item of the evening.

A 1979 Wayne gretzky rookie card

from before his time with the oilers.

Bidding will start at $1 million.

Do I have one million?

One million over there. Do I have 1.1?

1.1, anyone? 1.1.

1.2? 1.2? 1.2.

Do I have 1.5? 1.5.

Do I have 1.8? 1.8? 1.8.

Do I have two? Two million?
Two million. Two million.

2.1? Once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

2.1?

2.1.2.1?

2.2? 2.2? 2.2.

Going once, twice, sold.

Well, that was exciting.

Moving to position now.

Okay.

Three, two, one, go.

Everyone, stay calm.

Stop her.

Oop. Shit.

Hey. Hey, stop there.

Get the card. No one can leave
until we search all of them.

Lock down the building.

What the fuck are you doing?

Hey, Sykes,
they're coming down the stain/veil.

Ah, shit.

The fuck, Sykes? We good?
We gotta go.

Mike, can you hear her?

Not since she swiped the card.

Sykes? Fuck.

So much for getting out in 30 seconds.

Shit.

Shit.

Uh, hello.
This is your captain speaking.

I have a very special message
for a very important person.

And that message is:
"Left, right, right, left."

Got my toy in the truck
if we need it, case.

No fucking way. She's got this.

Come on. Shit. Come on, Sykes. Come on.

Case, we gotta leave now.

There she is.

- Freeze.
- Hands up.

Come on. Move.

- We gotta go!
- Come on!

- Let's go!
- Yo, where's Sykes?

I don't know.

Let's go! Come on!

Let's go, buddy.

We have to get out, for fuck's sake.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

We needed Mercer.
Rather him than fucking Sykes!

Case, we have to go back for her.

It's gonna be okay.
Just stick to the plan.

Here you go.

Come on, come on, come on.

They wiped the cameras,

but they left fingerprints everywhere.

This is open and shut.

Yo, check it. We got fucking Dave chapelle
and Patrick Stewart over here.

I can't believe
the captain's letting them tag along.

Watch your back. Yep. There you go.

What was stolen?

Uh, some one-of—a-kind sport card.

Some shit like that.

Sold at 2.2 million.

The woman we picked up didn't say a word.

She didn't have it with her.

It must still be in here.

Officers.

Hey.

I remember you.

- Some night, huh?
- Yeah, walk the scene.

Yeah, see what you see.

I love that guy.

If you're involved,

I won't cover for you.

I was just here for the auction, sir.

Shut up.

Nice badge.

Thanks.

However, my escort tonight
has already left,

so, uh, I'm gonna need a new one.

That's where you come in.

So why don't you walk me out?

You ain't the only friend
I got in the department.

So, tell you what.
You do this for me, and, uh...

Fuck off.

Oh, "fuck off."

Yeah. That's a no too, right?

Walk me through that line, detective.

- I said no.
- No.

You don't get to say no.

You seem to have forgotten
a phone call we had earlier,

so let me remind you.

Fitz, god bless him, is alive,

but only as long as I allow.

You shouldn't have come back, detective.

But since you're here,
I'm calling in that favor.

Now walk.

Let's go.

He's clear.

After you.

What the hell just happened here?

Did you search him?

S-So you just let him go? Just like that?

You know what?

Something is going on there.

- He's got something on you.
- On me?

You're a fucking disgrace now.
You don't deserve this badge.

I'm going to report you.

You're fine.

Fuck, man. We gotta go back and get her.

I'm gonna call winna. Okay?

He's got cops in his pockets.
He'll know what to do.

Winna only cares about himself.
He doesn't give a fuck about us.

Exactly. What's good for us
is good for everybody.

Sykes isn't gonna give us up.
Hey, you know that. Right?

It's in everybody's best interest
to get her free.

Now, flip the plates, burn everything,
stick to the fucking plan, baby.

Let's go. You got it.

Hey, Casey, my friend.

- How you doing?
- Hey, before you say anything,

no, okay?

Sykes isn't gonna give us up.

Are you sure about that?

The fuck is that supposed to mean?

- It means I got people in the system.
- Yeah.

Don't ask. If you think she's gonna
be a problem, just say so.

I can make it so she ain't.

No, no, okay? She's part of the team.

Look, okay, I get it. You're right. Fine.

Just forget anything I said, all right?

Listen, good news, we got the card.

But bad news is, well,
Sykes handed it off to me,

which was smart in the moment.

But to get out myself,
I kind of had to pass it off to a cop.

And now, I have no idea where this cop is.

But don't worry about that.
All is well. All will be well.

We'll just track him down
and we'll get the card.

Hello?

We are going to be rich, my friend.

I told you, I got your back.
You have nothing to worry about.

Life is good. We 're on top of the world.
I will speak to you soon.

Hello?

All right. Sounds good.

Hey, Mike!

Whoo!

[Gunshofl

yo, Mike.

What the fuck is that?

Case!

Fuck!

Fuck.

Uh—uh.

Die!

Okay, you're out of ammo.
This should be some fun.

Hey, Mike!

Mike!

You all right, buddy?

You fucking piece of shit.

Yo, I know this guy.

He's security for winna.

Yo, Mikey?

You okay?

I'll get you to the hospital, all right?

Okay, Mikey, look.

Hey, Mikey.

Hey, Mike! Mike!

Hey, buddy, you're okay. You're okay.

Hey, look at me. Look at me.
You're all right, buddy.

We're gonna get you to the hospital.
You're gonna be all right.

Hey, Mikey.

Oh, fuck. Mike!

You think you're here?

Come on, pick up. Pick up.

- Hey, baby.
- Hi. Hi.

Lily, I need you to leave the house,
get Clara and get to a hotel.

What? What is... what...

- Casey, what are you talking about?
- Something fucked-up happened.

- What did you do?
- No, no, no, no. No, no, no.

Hey, I need you to leave the house
right now, okay?

- What did you do, Casey?
- I don't have time to explain.

- Just leave the house.
- Jesus! I can't believe it.

- Did you hurt someone?
- No, it's not that.

Leave the house, Lily! Go!

Hell...

God!

Fuck. Fuck.

Mercer.

It's rhodes. I need to meet.

We need to talk.

So, from the top. Is knight dirty?

I don't know. Maybe.

We think winna's involved in these heists?

Well, it's not a coincidence
that he was there.

How many cases
has knight tanked for winna?

Honestly, none.

I think it was just a case of

"looking the other way" situation,
you know?

But knight doesn't let
anything slide, ever.

He's too proud.

Fitzgerald.

Who?

His partner.
The one who got shot by rhodes.

Bet you winna threatened his life.

That explains it.

A bad guy said he'd hurt his friend?

He is a cop.

He knows better than to let a perp
leave the scene of a heist.

And not just any perp.

FBI, CIA, atf
all have open cases on winna.

He's a slimy, rich asshole bastard.

He's been sliding out of
each and every investigation,

throwing his money around.

He is the cause
of what's wrong with this city.

He even used to be a ci and
played the force to eliminate his rivals.

You think we don't know about winna?

We have been on his ass for years!

And two city cops from la walk in here

and think they're gonna handle this shit,

fuckin' up the whole entire case?

The woman, she said something?

- Not a word.
- Listen.

I can get her to speak.
Give me five minutes.

Be lucky you are not
in the cell next to her.

Knight goes anywhere
near this case or winna,

I will have him in a cell so long

it will rot his fucking head off.

Get out of my office.

You're a fucking disgrace now.
You don't deserve this badge.

Something is going on there.
He's got something on you.

[Gunshofl

[Gunshofl

Hey, it's your favorite ci winna.

Just letting you know,
leach will be coming by any second.

And, uh, don't forget, detective,
you owe me.

How's my favorite detective?

Yeah, what's it to you?

Oh, let's meet.

I think we should meet.

- Hey, baby.
- Hi, Casey.

You guys at the hotel?

Uh, no.

- What do you mean?
- We're not at the hotel.

No, no, no, no. Hey, no. No. I need you...
I need you to trust me.

- This is insane.
- Baby, I need you to trust me.

I need you to get your shit,
get Clara and get to a hotel right now.

- No, I don't want to do that.
- No!

- You're being paranoid.
- No, I'm not. I promise you.

- You are being paranoid.
- I'm not being paranoid, okay?

People are after me. You're not safe.

- You're not safe.
- Well, I feel safe.

And I don't... I'm over this. I'm done.

You... fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Ah, fuck.

Fuck.

They shot Mike.

And Sykes is locked up somewhere, man.
It's absolutely fucked.

Hmm, hmm, hmm.

Can you try to have a heart?

I'm here, aren't I?

I mean, there, that's some good news.

Man, you've always had
a fucked-up definition of good.

Man, if you're feeling the heat, get...

You know, go to Mexico or something.

Mexico, and then what?

Well, live.

Be free. Not go to fucking jail.

Winna tried to wipe me out, man.

You have anything on you?

Jesus, man.

Just slow down, buddy.

Do you feel better?

Okay.

All right, so what's the play?

Well, winna's not gonna stop
until I'm dead.

Probably.

So I gotta figure out a way
to get close to him.

And then what?

The fuck you think?

No, come on, bro.
You're not a fucking killer.

You've been a grumpy little bitch
ever since you shot that cop.

Man, fuck you.

Man, you're talking
about premeditated murder.

Not this fluffy little self-defense shit.

You got to walk up to him,
put a gun to his fucking head

and pull the trigger.

Come on, Casey, you're not that guy.

I know how we can get close to him.

The card is in a cop's desk, right?

So, we sneak into...

Sneak...

We just gotta sneak into a police station.

Fuck, nght

No, no, no, no, no.

One of us can.

One of us can. Okay?

Just like a fucking football play,
brother.

I fucking fake left, you go right.

You say I do, I'll fucking do it.

Dude, I can't let you... I can't ask you
to do that. I mean, come on.

I'll create a diversion,
get the cops to follow me.

All you gotta do is
find a way to get in there.

And guess what, baby?
It's fucking Halloween.

It is Halloween.

One time a year
you can wear a mask anywhere you want.

Get creative.

It'd be fun.

What's up?

Jesus Christ.

How are those Scots-Irish genes
treating you now?

- Worse than the English.
- Yeah.

You woke me up.

All right, come on, pal.

It's still raining, isn't it?

I'm losing my mind
trying to figure this out.

Nikki Sykes.

Ex-olympic gymnast.

Finished fourth at rio.

And then she got banned for life
from the sport.

For coming in fourth?

For selling medical records
of her fellow olympians.

They couldn't prove it.

Apparently, the buyer is a guy
who allegedly worked for...

Let me guess.

Winna.

- That's right.
- Mm-hmm.

Sykes hasn't said a word.

But these days, the metadata on phones
do all the talking.

So I got a buddy of mine at NSA,
you know, to qtap her phone.

Just to see what kind
of cluster of friends

she's chatting with consistently.

Who else?

Mike Rochester.

Went to the same college as rhodes
and got drafted by the mets.

Mm-hmm.

And then only played
for one year, because...

- Mm-hmm.
- He was partying too much.

They cut him.

Well, he's dead now.

They found his body
in his uncle's junkyard.

I guess rhodes wanted
one less share to go around.

Yeah, that doesn't track.

They're not gonna leave anybody behind.

What if it was winna?

He knows heat is coming his way,

so he tried to merc them,
but screws the hit.

He-he knows that Mercer and rhodes
won't go quietly.

Odds are pretty good.

I mean, they'll choose death
before they go to prison.

- Mm-hmm.
- I think it's a bet that winna will take.

- Has the card turned up?
- No.

What about the da?

Can you tie them to the robberies?

The security guard from the arena,

he thinks he can ID Rhode's voice.

Circumstantial.

Nah, come on, man.

No witnesses.

Come on. Everyone can see that it's them.

Rhodes executed both jobs

like it was straight out of
belichick's playbook.

Why don't you call bill up?

Maybe he's moonlighting.

Come on, don't be pithy.

You don't have a shred of evidence.

These guys made a living
fighting over a pigskin.

I mean, it's not a big stretch

- from being an ex-football player...
- Mm-hmm.

- To becoming a bank robber.
- Mm-hmm.

This was fun.

That's it?

You know, I was thinking.

What if we try your way?

You know, like, we go old school on them.

Just try to shake a few cages
and see what falls out.

Are you wearing a wire?

Come on, you must be kidding.

Do you have something on you now?

I just want to close this book
on these fuckers and just go back home.

I hate New York.

No, I don't.

Well, I do.

They can get to Fitz anytime.

I can't run that risk.

If Fitz was in your shoes,

wouldn't you want him doing everything
in his power to stop winna?

[Gunshofl

- Oh, no!
- No, no, no!

All right,

everybody stay on the fucking ground.

We're gonna make this real quick.
It's a bank robbery.

As you probably know,
load this fucking bag right now!

You! All against the fucking wall.

Pull out your phones and dial 911!

Okay. Now you call and say
to the New York police,

"hello, we are being robbed
by the big, bad wolf.

And we're scared, scared little piggies!"

You, you're not dialing! Call 911!

Thank you.

Send everybody you can,
every fucking piggy in the NYPD,

you send my fucking way.

211 in progress.

What if we try your way?

He knows that Mercer and rhodes
won't go quietly.

Nice badge.

I think we should meet.

And thank you very much.
You're very fast. Very efficient!

Okay, thank you very much!
Happy Halloween!

And have a wonderful, wonderful day.

Don't stay up too late, piggies.

There he is!

Hold back, hold back.

Pull back! Pull back!

We have you surrounded.

Drop your weapon.
Come out with your hands up.

Shit! Stay down, stay down!

Where's your partner?

Shoot me.

- Where is rhodes?
- Shoot me.

Do it. Do it!

You pussy.

To all units,

be on the lookout for one Casey rhodes.

Male, Caucasian, in his 303.

He's armed and dangerous.

Hi, I'm here to pick up the, uh...

Whatever. Go on in.

I can't see in this thing.

Good to see you.

- You looking for something?
- Ah, fuck!

- Hop in.
- Are you, uh, trying to be funny?

No, not at all.

Where are we going?

Where are we going?

What, are you gonna drive me somewhere
and shoot me in the head?

What kind of cop are y...

Oh, fuck!

Uh...

They treat you like royalty.

Did you know that, knight?

You know that.
You get the money, the fame.

The women.

And then the moment
you think you deserve it...

Boom, they take it away.

And all those people
you thought loved you,

they disappear too,

until all you're left with
is migraines and a fucked knee!

And a confused family
who just wants the old you back.

I just want it to end.

I mean, you get it, don't you?

You're always trying to be normal.

But you're not normal.

You don't even know what normal is,

so you... you do
what they trained you to do.

You... you... you keep moving.

You go faster. You jump higher.

You hit harder.

Always chasing.

Winna knew that!

Are you even listening to me?

Are you listening to me?

They threatened my family.

Winna's gonna send brigga after them.

And I know... I know if I...
If I have this card,

I can get close to him.

And if I can get close to him,

I... I can make sure
that he never hurts anybody ever again.

I don't want my daughter
to grow up without her father.

I mean, she's...

She's my... she's my world.

And I did all of this for her.

I mean, that's not completely true.

I mean, I did a lot of it for me.

I did a lot of it for me, man.

I just...

Fuck.

You fucking idiot.

Yeah, it fucking serves me right.

Oh, god. Damn it. Fuck.

Winna.

You know winna's got guards
everywhere, right?

All right, give me a gun.

Give me a fucking gun.

Please?

Ah!

Knight is here.

You were right.
We should have gotten more guards.

Goddamn. Rhodes too?

That means the cops aren't far behind.

Will you just kill the guy?

Please?

Thank you.

Where's the card?

The cash first.

I got your cash.

Kill the cop. Move on the family.

Fuck.

I gotta do everything myself.

Get out of the way.

Motherfucker.

You teamed up with rhodes?

Fuck!

How's the knee?

Guards!

Guards!

Guards!

Trick or treat, motherfucker!

Fuck.

Been wanting to do this for a long time.

Fuck.

[Gunshofl

Sir, we found knight.
Rhodes ran off.

Uh, what do you want us
to do about knight, sir?

Take him.

Don't move. Hold it.

Cuff him.

We got him.

Trick or treat.

The other house had full-size candy bars.

Oh, thank you.

Come on.

- You having fun?
- Yeah.

Okay, good.

Wait.

- Hey. Hey.
- Casey?

No, no.

- Hands up.
- No.

Hands up!

Oh, my god.

No, sweetie. No. No.

You got the right to remain silent. Easy.

Stop hurting my dad!

Oh, my god.

- Don't do anything to my dad!
- I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry!

I'll find a way to make this right!