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Previously
on "Training Day"...

I need hard evidence
of Frank Rourke's corruption.

Kyle: I went to see Jack Rawls
the other day.

He represented Teflon.

He claimed he was in the employ
of a dirty cop.

Was it you?
And my dad?

No.

Patterson: I tracked the money
from Lockhart's fund

as far as I could.

She's paying a private
investigation firm in Mexico.

Who the hell would Lockhart
be looking for in Mexico?

Your name isn't Ivers.
I'd say you're CIA

working in the Continental
United States.

I don't know,
but it cost your dad his life.

Back off
Billy Craig's murder.

If you keep digging,
it's not gonna end well.

Not for you,
not for anyone you care for.

[ Coyotes howl ]

[ Vehicles passing,
truck horn honks ]

Frank:
You're gonna want to judge me.

[ Crowd cheering ]

When the media
gets ahold of this,

when the worst scandal

in the history
of the department breaks,

when they're handing down
the indictments...

[ Cheering continues ]

...you're gonna hear my name
over and over.

Accusations of brutality.

Corruption.

Murder.

**

And you're gonna want
to judge me.

But, hey,
you've come this far.

All I'm asking is...

wait till you hear
the rest of it.

I think you owe me that much.

[ Siren wails in distance ]

What's all this?

Ivers said Boudreau
was stabbed, right?

So how the hell did those
terrorists get close enough

if Ivers was watching
his back?

Ohh!

'Cause Ivers
stabbed Boudreau.

You really think
the special agent in charge

of the FBI's L.A. office
was murdered

by a renegade agent
from Homeland Security?

Homeland Security might
carry Ivers on their books,

but I think he's CIA.

CIA can't operate
on American soil,

so he's hiding inside
an agency that can.

To what end?

Ivers came to see
me last night.

Told me to stop investigating
Billy's murder or else.

Why would Ivers know
anything about my father?

I don't know,
but he's about to tell me,

even if he doesn't
know it yet.
[ Taser crackles ]

Ivers isn't some gangbanger
you can scare

into snitching
on his homies, Frank.

Guy's a professional.

He's the first solid lead
I've had in 10 years.

[ Gun clicking,
bullets clinking ]

I'll be damned I'm gonna
let him just disappear.

Hang on.
Frank.

If someone sent Ivers
to warn us off,

that means
we're getting close.

Something
we've brushed up against

made these people
nervous enough to break cover.

Ivers is the muscle.

The real lead
is behind us somewhere.

[ Gun cocks ]
Before we make
a run at Ivers,

let me look back
and see what we did

to trigger him
in the first place.

Alyse: Kyle,
you know where I am on this,

what I think
it's doing to you.

I can't.

I can't walk away.

And what if you don't find

the answers
you're looking for?
I have to.

**

[ Sighs ]

[ Car alarm chirps ]

[ Engine starts ]

[ Body thuds ]
Man: Ow!

Aah!

[ Coughs ]

[ Cries ]
Ow!

Ow! Oh!

I'm in pain!

I'm in pain!

Aah!
Get up.

What you mean,
"Get up," man?!

I'ma call
1-800-Accidentes, man.

You just hit me
with a car, dawg!

Unless you wanna fix this
another way.

Couple hundred should do it
to the chiropractor.

Yeah.
What you think?

Guess again.

Guess again?
G-Guess again?!

Hold up, man.
Let me tell you something, man.

I ain't playing here.

I got --
I got whiplash, homie!

It's all right up in here,
in this section, man.

Whiplash is an injury
to the neck.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, must be, uh,
back-lash, that's right,

or something new
that just came out.

You know what, man?

Everybody's gotta make a living.
I get that.

I do.

But you picked
the wrong car, Ese.

You didn't see
the government plates, did you?

You must be new
at this game.

Or stupid.

[ Gun cocks ]

[ Shotgun cocks ]

Nah.
We got the right car, Ese.

**

[ Horn honking in distance ]

[ Laughter ]

-That's what so stupid about it!
-That's a joke.

-It is stupid.
-[ Laughs ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-Gentlemen.
-Yeah.

Sorry to interrupt
your meal, but I --

Then don't, rookie.

I'm not a rookie.
I'm a detective.

Oh. Pardon me, detective.

[ Laughter ]

Stan:
Yeah. You've got, what?

Um...don't tell me.
No, no, don't tell me.

Um...

three years on the job?

Maybe?

[ Sighs ]
Two and change.

[ Laughter ]

Stan never misses.

You're here about some wild-ass
conspiracy theory, right?

Biggest case
of your short-ass career.

[ Scoffs ] How could you
possibly know that?

You're wearing it.

It's all over your face.

Stan: Hot on the trail
for some monster.

Trying to open up
the lid of that coffin

and put a stake
through the heart.

[ Laughter ]

Oh, well,
maybe I already have.

You're Tim Wallace,
right?

You were the first cop
on the scene

at my father's murder.

Detective Billy Craig.

Boyle Heights, 2004.

Don't act
like you don't remember.

Give us a moment, okay?

Come here.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Department wrote the whole
thing off as a botched robbery,

but I know that was a crock,
a cover up.

[ Scoffs ]
What, you think?

Look.

We were busting
your balls over there,

but listen, your old man
was a good cop, Kyle,

one of the best.

Never doubt that.

What they did to him
was wrong.

Who's "they"?

They.

I mean, what, you want
names and addresses?

'Cause I don't have 'em.
Nobody does.

For good reason.

Forget the guy
on the grassy knoll.

These are the guys
who sent him.

You know,
you climb high enough,

you get to a place where
there's no difference

between cops
and criminals.

No nations, no borders.

That's where
you'll find them.

But, brother,
I wouldn't recommend it.

What happened that night?

[ Sighs ]

I responded
to a shots-fired call.

[ Siren wails ]
Your dad was dead
when I got there.

You see anything?

Something out of place?
A parked car? Anything?

No, not a damn thing.

Except Billy had written
something on his wrist.

I always thought that it was
a partial plate or something,

but the investigation
never went anywhere

because somebody upstairs
didn't want it solved.

[ Sighs ]
Whole thing made me sick.

That's when I pulled
the pin.

I work
private security now.

You talk to Billy's partner?
He's got to know something.

His partner?

Yeah.
Frank Rourke.

When I got there,
Rourke was with him.

[ Sirens wailing ]

[ Car door closes ]

Wait. Frank was there
with my dad when he died?

Mm.
He told me he was
at Hollenbeck and First.

He was waiting for my father.

Look, I don't know anything
about Hollenbeck and First.

But Frank was with your Dad
when I pulled up, all right?

Said Billy died in his arms.

Then why wasn't Frank's name
in the report?

You listed everyone else.

Frank said that they were
off the books.

I-I figured that he and Billy
had been out capering.

W-Whatever they got up to,
it was none of my business,

and I didn't want
any part of it,

so I kept Frank's name...

[ Gasps ]

[ Screaming ]

[ Sirens wailing in distance ]

What,
are you Batman now?

Nah, homie.
Hold up, man.

Batman don't
kill people, man,

or steal dope money
or plant evidence, or --

Shut it.

You know how
this works, Ivers.

You want information.
I want off this building.

How do we resolve this?

We start by you telling me
who killed Billy Craig.

Craig died 13 years ago!

I was in Managua
at the time.

No! No! No!

Aah!

You got to know
something.

[ Strap creaking ]

[ Panting ]

Look, I'm a shooter.
I'm not a planner.

They tell me where to go
and what to do, not why.

I don't need to know,
I don't want to know.

I told you, man,
they make the omelets,
I break the eggs.

Poor choice of words,
Humpty Dumpty.

No!

No! No!

[ Ratchet clicks ]

Who are they?
Who sent you?

What, you think I walk
into a big office,

and M hands me a file?

It doesn't work that way.

There's cutouts,
redundancies.

They don't want me to know where
the orders are coming from.

Nobody gets the whole picture

to prevent us
from giving it all up

in the event some nutjob
dangles us from a rooftop!

No! Aah! Aah!

**

I'm getting awfully tired
of holding this.

Okay. Okay.

Detective Craig has a key.

They want it.
They've been after it for years.

So you've been watching us.

They thought
the key was lost forever

until your dumbass partner

started wearing it
around his neck.

Then why not just kill us both
and take it?

Because there's two.
There's two keys.

It's a match set.

They want 'em both.

For what?
What do they open?

That's way above
my pay grade, pal.

Man: Hey, Frank.

Didn't you say this guy
used to work for Home Depot?

Homeland Security.
Homeland Security.

[ Chuckles ]
Well, that's kind of funny, man.

This right here says he works
at the State Department.

[ Crowd chering, shouting ]

**

Frank:
He's with the State Department.

We just killed a Fed, man.

Tell your bosses
I don't scare easy.

A deep voice
and a Kenny Loggins beard

won't quite do the trick.

I actually
feel sorry for you,

you dumb son of a bitch.

I was trying to do you a favor,
warning you off of this thing.

[ Laughs ]

You're gonna wish to God
you'd listened to me.

[ Laughs ]

Enjoy the ride.

Aah!

[ Clank ]
Aah! Aah!

[ Strap creaking ]

Aah.

**

[ Siren wails,
police radio chatter ]

That's Agent Ivers' ID.

I know.
I took it off of him.

We don't want to know how,
do we?

Probably not.

So what's your beef
with Ivers?

He told me to step off
of Billy's murder.

So naturally,
you're gonna do the opposite.

And that's an all-access pass

to the State Department
Field Office.

What are we looking for?

Anything you can get
your hands on.

So you want us to break
into a federal facility,

impersonate
a government agent,

and steal confidential
documents?

Oh, hell, Frank,
I thought you were gonna ask us

to do something stupid.

There's a catch.

Badge says State Department,

but I think it's a CIA front.

Well, that's not the catch,
Frank.

That's the fun.

[ Whitesnake's "Here I Go Again"
plays ]

* Here I go again on my own

[ Horns honking ]

* Going down the only road
I've ever known *

* Like a drifter,
I was born to walk alone *

* And I've made up my mind

* I ain't wasting no more time

You know I can't stand
that stuff, man.

[ Laughs ]

Come on.

Did a lot of panty-diving
in the backseat to this song.

Well, don't get no ideas,

'cause I ain't even really here,
man.

So you wanna talk about
the dead elephant in the room?

Do we have to?

We both know
where you're headed.

[ Sighs ]

It was right in front of us
the whole time.

We just didn't see it.

* And I'm gonna hold on
for the rest of my days *

Chasing this got me killed,
Frankie.

I don't want my boy
to suffer the same fate.

I won't let that happen.

* ...along the lonely street
of dreams *

* And here I go again
on my own... *

[ Sirens wailing, horn honks ]

How long have you known?

I'm late for a meeting.

I asked you a question.

How long have I known what?

That Frank was there
at the scene

the night my dad
was killed.

I suspected.

Couldn't prove it.

Who told you?

You first, Deputy Chief.

Did you knowingly
put me in the car

next to the man
who murdered my father?

I put you in a car
with Frank,

hoping you'd bring me something
I could leverage

to get him to tell me

what he knows
about Billy's murder.

And you've been
stringing me along

because Frank
has got you twisted up,

convinced
you need him.

If you have proof

that Frank lied about
his whereabouts that night,

for the sake of your father,
don't keep it to yourself.

So you can send Frank
to prison?

So we can solve
Billy's murder.

You signed off
on Water Street,

knowing Frank and my dad
planted that gun on Teflon.

Now, Teflon's dead,
my father's dead.

Funny --
Frank's the last one

who can testify
to your involvement.

You better watch
your ass, boy.

That's why you want him gone,
isn't it?

It's not because
of my father's murder,

it's because you're always
thinking beyond this desk.

A political career, maybe,
and Frank could tank it for you.

I'm bringing in Frank
on the murder of Billy Craig,

based on a statement from

a Confidential
Reliable Informant,

"confidential"
being the operative word here.

I won't cooperate.

I won't play your games
anymore, Joy.

Really?

Did you ever
consider the fact

that I'm the only one
who knows you're undercover?

You're off the books.

Far as the rest
of the world's concerned,

you're just another rogue cop
in Frank's SIS.

Now, bring Frank in,

or go to prison
with the rest of them.

It matters not to me.

**

[ Vehicles passing ]

[ Mouse clicking,
computer beeps ]

[ Keyboard clacks,
mouse clicks ]

[ Printer whirring ]
[ Sighs ]

Here.

Let me help you with that.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Clears throat ]

How do you know
how to do this?

I've been tying Frank's tie
since I was 14,

every time he went to court,
which was a lot.

[ Chuckles ]

**

Yeah.
You clean up nice.

[ Sighs ]

[ Clears throat ]

Not sure about the man bun,
though.

You clear
on what you're doing?

No.
I'm not, Bec.

We're partners, right?
So that's all there is.

You and me kicking down doors,
watching each others' backs.

And I thought that would be
enough, I really did,

but it's not --
Ah.

I mean, are you clear
on what we're doing here?

The mission.

Oh, yeah.
Totally.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Clears throat ]
Good.

Because getting caught doesn't
end in arrest, Tommy.

It ends
with a 21-gun salute.

Well,
I'm not gonna get caught.

**

This is Frank.
[ Elevator bell dings ]

I don't check messages,
so don't leave one.

[ Beep ]

Hey.

You wanna tell me
what the hell is going on?

What are you talking about?

Lockhart just asked me

to assemble SWAT
to bring in Frank,

which will likely result
in a massacre.

She can do that?

She's on the phone
with Judge Harrington right now,

getting a telephonic warrant
for Frank's arrest

based on some tip
from a confidential informant.

And all this after you paid

one of your weekly visits
to her office.

You are not his trainee.
You are Lockhart's snitch.

It's not that simple, Val.
My Dad was Frank's partner.

This is about
your father's murder.

Wait. You really think Frank
had something to do with it?

I honestly don't know.

Well, look, I am
a homicide detective, right?

Maybe I can help you.

[ Sighs ]

I don't know
who to trust anymore,

so I'm not gonna trust
anyone.

**

He give you anything?

He's young.

He's not stupid.

**

[ Beep, lock disengages ]

Tommy: I'm in.
Rebecca:
What do you see?

Nothing.

Paint a picture
with words, dude.

No, I mean,
literally nothing.

No desks, no people.

They're gone.

Some black bag stuff, Bec.

Whatever Ivers was doing here,
he pulled up stakes.

He's getting ready
to go back underground.

He's gearing up
for something big.

We gotta find Frank.

**

Frank:
He called me that night.

Said he had something
by the tail.

I was supposed to meet him
at Hollenbeck and First

in Boyle Heights.

He never made it.

[ Engine starts ]

[ Tires squeal ]

[ The Heavy's
"Short Change Hero" plays ]

* Mm

* Mm

* I can't see
where you comin' from *

* But I know just what
you runnin' from *

* And what matters ain't
the who's baddest, but the *

[ Tool thudding ]
* And I suffer

* But I ain't gonna cut you
'cause *

* This ain't no place
for no hero *

* This ain't no place
for no better man *

* This ain't no place
for no hero *

[ Grunts ]

Step away from the body.

[ Exhales sharply ]
Put the gun down, Kyle.

We got work to do.

Come on, quit screwing around
and help me look.

Look for what?

**

This.

Go ahead.
Compare 'em.

They're a match set.

That's right.

Now we can finally finish
what your old man started.

**

I just handed you the biggest
lead in your dad's case,

and you're looking at me like
you got a load in your diapers.

You lied to me, Frank.

I know you were there
when my dad died.

I didn't lie.

I put my ass on the line
paving yellow bricks for you.

I gave you Water Street.

That was the beginning.

The beginning of what?

The beginning of the end.

Your dad and I were convinced

Teflon killed a cop
named Jeff Kern.

I didn't know Kern well,
but he was one of us,

so we weren't gonna let
Teflon walk.

And we made damn sure
he didn't.

[ Grunts ]
You killed a cop,
Teflon,

which means
you're going away for good!

[ Grunts ]
You can't put that on me!

Hell we can't.

Your prints are all over
the murder weapon.

Plus all the gunshot residue.

Aah!

Lockhart signed off on
the report that put him away.

**

This is the last time.

Teflon swore
he didn't shoot Kern.

Told us some fairytale
about working for a dirty cop.

Hell, we knew he had been one
of Alonzo Harris' informants,

but Alonzo had been dead for
years when all this went down.

So we just figured
Teflon was trying

to sell us
some magic beans.

But then Teflon's killed on
his first day at Twin Towers.

Not killed,
assassinated.

[ Screaming ]

Got Billy thinking
that maybe old Teflon

was telling the truth
after all.

That's what brought him
to the Crypt Keeper here.

Said he was gonna tell Billy

what really went down
on Water Street.

[ Crowd shouting, cheering ]

Man: Come on, man!

[ Cheers and applause ]

[ Indistinct chanting ]

[ Cheers and applause ]

Come on!
Get him up!

[ Shouting indistinctly ]

Billy: Wait here.

[ Crowd booing ]

[ Shouting continues ]

[ Cheers and applause ]

[ Blows landing ]

[ Crowd groans ]

[ Cheers and applause ]

**

[ Shouting continues
in distance ]

Let's make this quick.

I got 50 bucks
on the little guy.

You're the one asking around
about Teflon --

gangbanger who killed that cop
down on Water Street.

I don't care about Teflon.

I want to know who killed
Officer Kern.

I'm thinking the shooter's
still out there.

[ Gun cocks ]

Hey, you're good.

[ Gunshot ]

[ Casings clinking ]

Should have seen that
coming.

**

Oh, hell, no.

We just killed a Fed, man.

Says here he's with
the State Department.

State Department my ass.

You saw how
he handled himself.

This guy's a Spook.

And he came here
to kill you.

Brother, whatever this is,

we don't want
any part of it.

[ Crowd cheers in distance ]

It's La Fraternidad.
They set me up.

La Fraternidad?

They put me in contact
with this guy, Frankie.

Why's the cartel
in bed with the CIA?

I don't know.

But right now,
we got 300 people out there,

so we sure as hell
can't move him.

Then we won't move him.

Frank: So we put
the body in the wall

and agreed to forget
all about it.

Only my dad
wouldn't let it go.

Two weeks later,
he's calling me, frantic,

asking to meet him here.

Meet me at Hollenbeck and First.
Code 2 High.

I got something by the tail
here, man, something big,

and there's teeth
at the other end, man.

You said he never made it.

He didn't.

By the time I found your dad,
he had bled out.

**

Why didn't
you tell me this before?

'Cause you weren't ready
to hear it.

He was coming back here
for the second key.

But we still don't know
what they open.

Take a closer look, rook.

[ Exhales sharply ]

The serial number's
not scraped off of this one.

We can find out
what they open.

Bingo.

But first things first.

We got to get rid
of this body again.

Sorry, Kyle.

Nobody gets out
of this one clean.

On two.
One, two.

Don't move!

**

Joy.

Let me see your hands, Frank.

Frank: Didn't know
you still carried a piece.

Remember how to use it?

Want to find out, sucker?

You didn't check
for a tracker?

I didn't think I had to.

You're relieved of duty,
Detective Craig.

It's the best
I can do for you.

And you,
you're coming with me.

On what charge?

Murder.

Lockhart, listen.

You want to go down
as an accomplice?

Leave the kid
out of this.

You got no one to blame
but yourself.

Yeah, how's that?
You had me sign off

on that Water Street abortion
to cover your ass.

You lied
about all of it.

It wasn't Teflon who killed
Jeff Kern, was it, Frank,

any more than Billy's murder
was a botched robbery.

The same dirty cop
killed them both.

That's what you think?

You think I killed Billy?

Teflon was
your unregistered informant.

You had Billy
plant that gun on him

to protect yourself.

What, am I conscious?

Billy kept digging,
didn't he, Frank?

He wouldn't let it go.

And you were afraid
that he'd work his way
back around to you.

Find out that it was you
that had Teflon murdered.

The Cartel killed Teflon.

And you're the one

who's been funneling cash
into Mexico.

I know about
your slush fund.

What are you paying for,
Joy?

I was looking for answers,

for your connection
to the head of La Fraternidad.

[ Clatter in distance ]
Guys.
Stay out of this!

El Jaguar?

I nailed the guy's wife.
That's the connection, Joy.

Beauty Queen.
Miss Jalisco.

Ass like a couple of dogs
fighting under a blanket.

Hey, you asked.

Get away from the door!

**

[ Bullets ricocheting ]

I'm assuming
they're not with you.

Still a brilliant
detective.

Then who the hell are they?!

Don't think this is over
for one second, Frank.

Over?
Hell, it's just getting good.

**

[ Gunshots ]

Clear.

What?

[ Laughs ]

Let's get the hell
out of here.

**

We got shooters
on the second floor.

More coming
from the entrance.

You take the catwalk,
Trainee.

Try to keep 'em
off our backs.

You ready?
Are you?

Hell, yeah.

[ The Black Angels'
"Young Men Dead" plays ]

* Fire for the hills,
pick up your feet and let's go *

* Head for the hills,
pick up steel on your way *

* And when you find a piece
of them in your sight *

* Fire at will,
don't you waste no time *

* Another thought
of the unaware *

[ Gun cocks ]

Come on, Trainee.

[ Screams ]

[ Body thuds ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

**

Thank you.

* Run for the hills,
pick up your feet and let's go *

* We did our jobs,
pick up speed, now let's move *

[ Gun cocks ]

* The trees can't grow without
the sun in their eyes *

* And we can't live
if we're too afraid to die *

Aah!

* Hold on tight

* Yes, hold on tight,
you're too slow *

**

[ Screams ]

* Fire at the breeze
that blows *

* These thoughts
through our minds *

* Hire only thieves to steal
the thoughts from our heads *

**

[ Exhales sharply ]
[ Sighs ]

[ Chuckles dryly ]

Good as you remember?

Nothing ever is.

Having said that,
though...

[ Breathing heavily ]

My turn.

Come on, come on.
Wakey, wakey. Let's go.

Who are these guys?

Well, they're not
the Salvation Army.

Ivers, your kill team's
toast, pal.

That the best you got?

Ivers?

Oh, those guys are just
the first wave, Frank.

The Red Shirts.
Cannon fodder.

And you were pissed I let her
put a tracker on my car?

Ivers played you.

He was after the second key
the whole time.

You led him
right to it.

What keys?
What is he talking about?

Ivers: Okay,
here's the deal-e-o, Frank.

You walk out with the keys,

Kyle and Lockhart live
to tell the tale.

However, I am not extending

that opportunity to you,
you prick.

I got a better idea.

Why don't you nut up
and come up here in yourself,

we'll settle this man-to-man?

You think you're some kind of
latter-day gunslinger, Frank.

You're just a redneck
with a drinking problem

and a streak of dumb luck.

But that's about to run out.

[ Grunts ]

She's hit!
[ Groans ]

**

Detective Craig, those are
some keen observation skills.

She's gonna bleed out
if we stay here.

[ Groans ]

Come on.

I'll be back in two shakes
of a lamb's tail.

This is gonna hurt,
but I need you to get up.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Come on.

Aah. Aah. Okay.
Okay, okay, okay.

[ Both grunt ]

I want to see
a cloud of pink mist

where that bastard
used to be.

[ Old West shootout-style music
plays ]

* Oh oh, oh oh

* Oh oh, oh, oh

* Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

**

Oh, you go to be kidding me.

[ Bullets richocheting ]

[ Truck horn honking
to the tune of "La Cucaracha" ]

**

[ Truck beeping ]

Son of a bitch!

[ Engine revs ]

[ Music ends ]
I had him.

Get the truck.
Lockhart's been hit.

Lockhart?

What the hell's
she doing here?

**

Careful with her.

Easy.
Sit her down.

Get her over here.

Set her down easy.

She's bleeding.
Easy.

You didn't kill Billy,
did you?

No.

And you're not protecting
his killers.

Unh-unh.

[ Inhales sharply ]

Then what are
we squabbling about?

[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Breathing raggedly ]

Thank you, Frank.

For what?

I feel like a cop again.

[ Sirens approaching ]

Hang in there.
They're here.

We need to find out what those
keys open before Ivers does.

[ Sighs ]

**

I'm done, Frank.

What do you want, Kyle?
An apology?

[ Liquor pouring ]

Five months I had
to ride around this city

with my own personal
drill instructor

berating me at every turn.

And I put up with it.

I went along with all
your crazy-ass schemes.

I even covered for you.

Because you made me believe
I needed you

to solve
my father's murder.

But you just walk into a trap

because you won't listen
to me or anyone.

Well, this is where I get off,
Training Officer.

Thanks,
but I got it from here.

[ Glass thuds ]

I don't need you anymore,
Frank.

Hey!

You know what?

I did lie when I said

you had your father's magic
in you.

You're nothing like him.

Your Dad wasn't a coward.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Hey! Wait!

What the hell's
wrong with you two?!

I should have turned you in
to Lockhart the day I met you!

What does he mean
by that?

Just mouthing off.

**

So Kyle was a spy
for Lockhart.

Because I asked you
about him,

and you straight-up lied.

And I thought we don't
do that to each other.

I was trying
to protect you.

By exposing us
to Lockhart?

I had to play the long game

if I was ever gonna find out
what happened to Billy.

Billy is gone!

Tommy and I are still here!

You should have told us,
Frank.

That's not for you to decide.

I'm your boss.

I thought you were more
than that.

What?
She's not my kid, Tommy.

You can't treat people
like this, Frank,

especially not her.

You stay the hell away
from Rebecca, you hear me?

She's already been
through enough.

**

[ Dog barking ]

I'm sorry.
I-I should have called.

[ Door closes ]

What happened to you?

I got in a fight...
with Frank.

Okay.
Uh, sit down.

I'm done with Frank.
I'm done.

[ Inhales sharply ]

I want to fix things.

I want to be here for you,
for us.

It's too late.

**

Baby.

I'm staying at my mother's
for awhile.

Wait.

I'm tired of waiting, Kyle.

I hope you find whatever
answers you're looking for.

I really do.
[ Door opens ]

Alyse.
I'm sorry.

[ Scoffs ]

**

[ Nina Simone's "Don't Let
Me Be Misunderstood" plays ]

* Baby,
you understand me now *

Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Hey!

What the hell's wrong
with you?!

* If sometimes you see
that I'm mad *

* Don't you know no one alive
can always be an angel? *

* When everything goes wrong,
you see some bad *

* 'Cause I'm just a soul
whose intentions are good *

* Oh, Lord, please don't
let me be misunderstood *

* Don't let me be
misunderstood *

* I try so hard

* So please, don't let me
be misunderstood *

**