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- Oh shit!

- It's a punching bag.

- What
constitutes a threat?

Is it a person?

Is it a weapon?

The person holding the weapon?

- The bigger The weapon, the
bigger the threat, right?

- Right.

- Wrong.

Threat boils down to intent.

Reading that intent is how
you keep yourself safe.

And the most important intent,
of course, is your own.

What do you intend
for yourselves?

- Give me a break.

- Problem solving isn't
about fighting.

It's about diffusing.

If someone wants my money,
chances are that's
all they want.

- What are you saying, you
just hand them your money.

- That's right.

- Yeah, I'm not about that.

I'm not gonna just let
someone take what's mine.

- Well, you keep all your
money in your wallet, Kyle?

Your bank account will
survive, but only if you do.

- Come on, man.

I thought this was advanced
techniques,

not Eastern philosophy.

- It's both.

- Ah, whatever, I want
my money back.

- Sure, you can handle
that after class.

- No, we can handle it right now

'cause you wasted enough
of my time.

- Okay.

- Fuck this.

Obviously not all interactions

can be solved with pacifism
and refunds.

So for the ones that
turn violent,

well you want to know
how to defend yourselves.

- I remember when
that was taken.

Something wrong with trying to
cultivate a little nostalgia?

- Guess not.

It's good to see you.

- Same here.

- What can I do for
you, Lieutenant Archer?

- You know what I'm gonna ask.

- No.

- Think about it, Christopher.

I know business hasn't
been the best.

- Somehow I'm not seeing

how going back to work for
the cops is gonna help my gym.

- Well you wouldn't
be a cop, outside.

The department actually wants
someone from the outside.

We need supplemental training.

A pilot project to be applied
across the department.

Workshops, seminars, whatever
you want, fully integrated.

Your curriculum, your rules.

Your dad was a good cop.
- I'm not-

I'm not interested.

- Okay.

I'm in the neighborhood
these days.

12th precinct.

Tomorrow, 10:00 AM.

He was more than just
these walls, you know?

- What are doing?
- You want me to stand by?

- No, I want you to do
your fucking job, man!

- He fucking shot me, man!
- Oh my God.

You think dad would've
been proud of you?

- Don't bring dad into,

don't bring dad into this.
- Don't touch me.

- You know what?

I'm sick of you shit.

I'm sick of it!
- Chris.

- I would've had that.

- Yeah, sure.

- Still can't hit a three.

- Still talking smack?

- Pretty sure I'm up, what,

three games if I remember
correctly?

- Two actually.

And we both know how solid
your memory is.

- What are you doing here?

- Official gym business.

Pam thinks running a
diffuse and disarm seminar

is gonna change the
world or something.

- Jesus, the gym.

Let me walk you to Pam's office.

- No, I'm fine.

I'll find my own way.

- What gives, man?

- Hey Kenny.

Who's your friend?

- Chris, my brother.

Chris, you remember
Sergeant Hatton.

- Oh yeah, yeah, your brother.

How could I forget?

The guy who used taxpayer money

to pay his way all the way
up through the academy,

right until he found out
what the job was really like.

- You seem to know the
story pretty well.

- Mm-hm.

One day pass, what's the
occasion, family reunion?

- Archer's deescalation
initiative, sir.

- Oh, that's right,
that's right.

You're here to, to teach
us all how to play nice.

Is that it?

So uh, so what's in there,
friendship bracelets?

Come on, show me.

Teach me a lesson.

- I don't think you
can afford me.

- Go ahead Mr. Son, that's
why you're here, after all.

- Simunition, converted
to paint markers.

Tactically identical
to your service weapon.

- I know what it is.

- Hey, watch out, Sarge.

Might draw a funny mustache
on your face.

- Blue means dead.

- Works for me.

- That'll do.

Don't you have some
paperwork to file, Sergeant?

If you're looking for
something to do,

I'm sure there's all
sorts of things

that could use your attention.

- Why didn't you say anything?

- Truth?

I didn't know if you'd
come if I had.

- And how long has
Ken been here?

- Ken transferred back to
the 12th a few months ago.

He said he reached
out, but nothing.

- Oh, and uh, Sergeant Hatton.

Are you kidding me?

- Hatton carries a lot
of weight around here.

Look, I don't like his warrior
bullshit anymore than you do.

But if we're going to
change things, Christopher,

we have to work with
guys like him.

I need Hatton just
like I need you.

- Oh, I'm so dead.

- Late night?

- No, I'm just dreading
the workload.

Where'd I put this stupid pass?

- Sifting through hard
drives really so bad?

- Sometimes I wish I never
peeked behind the curtain

of what people keep
on their computers.

But it does have its perks.

- If you say so.

Hey.

- Michelle, hey.

- Are you here to see Ken?

- No, I had an appointment.

- Oh, I should go.

Um, later.

- Abby, not embarrassing at all.

- Yeah, not at all.

- So who's your appointment
with.

- Pamela Archer.

- Wow, well connected.

- She's a friend of my dad's.

You're off duty later?

- Sure.

Mark 'em.

- Kicking my ass.

- What compels people to eat
finger food while they bowl?

- Oh, they're sociopaths.

Anyways, it wasn't
really uh, a help.

It's more just testing a theory,

and thank you for proving it.

- Which is?

- All cops like the bowl.

- Are you profiling me now?

- It's just a theory.

- Can I profile you?

You and your brother.

There's something there.

- You ask that as if you
didn't read all about it.

- That's game.

We don't have to talk about
family if you don't want to.

- No, it's fine.

After that, me and Ken, we
just don't see eye to eye.

- New game?

- Yeah, sure,

- Let's do it.

Well, I had fun.

- Losing five games is fun?

- Yeah, well.

- Unsolicited advice,
talk to your brother.

Also, text me if you
want a rematch.

Also, just text me anyway.

- Fuck off!

- Hey, sorry I didn't
get back to you.

I was busy.

I guess I have been
avoiding you a bit.

Anyways, hit me up.

Maybe we can uh, schedule
that rematch.

It was good to see you.

Bye.

- Fuck you, pig.

Fuckin' bullshit.

- Shut up.

- Come on, man, I didn't
do nothing.

- I said shut up.

Where's the Sarge?

- Cleaning up.

- Boss wants you waiting
out front.

- All right.
- Now.

I can take him from here.

I said out front, now.

- Don't do me like that!

Don't leave me here!

- Hold on.

Ken, Ken.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Ken, Ken, Ken, Ken.

Ken, what happened, what
happened to you?

- Sh, sh, shot.

- Who shot you?

Shit, fuck.

Shit!

It's okay.

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.

I'm gonna get you help, okay?

Please, what?

Come on, man.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Please, please, Ken!

Shit.

Shit, fuck.

- Police.

We had a report about
an officer down.

- He's up here.

He's hurt.

- What happened?

- I don't know, he just,

he was banging on my
door, I opened it.

I, I found him like this.

- Excuse me ma'am, can
I talk to you over here?

Just some questions.

- You sure?

He didn't say anything?

He didn't give you anything?

- No.

- Freeze.

Put your hands up.

On your feet.

Let's go.

Now back up.

I said get back.

- Check him.

- Eyes on me.

Back up.

Nice and slow.

Go.

More.

Keep going.

Freeze.

Stop there.

Check the other rooms.

Get down on your knees, slowly.

Now drop it.

Put it on the ground.

- We're clear.

- What did he tell you?

It's too bad.

I was kind of looking
forward to your class.

- Gun, gun!

- Go, go.

- Oh shit.

- Hello?

Yes.

No, no problem.

I'll be there.

What's the address?

Say that again?

- Detective, a word.

They found the car back here.

Brother's apartment,
must have been visiting.

The brother's missing.

House keys are still upstairs.

- So they left in a hurry.

Didn't or couldn't stick
around for us.

- What happened here?

There were already two
off-duty officers on scene

when first responders showed up.

- Who?

- Kurt Spencer, Winston Gale.

They're on the...
- I know who they are.

- Yeah, apparently they were
nearby when they heard shots.

Both received injuries,
retrieved on the scene by EMTs,

then declined further care

and left the responding
units to deal with the mess.

- Did they identify
their attacker?

- Only description
was an Asian male.

- Asian male?

Like the missing brother.

- Yeah, they said they'd
file reports, then they left.

- Well, where the
fuck did they go?

- Speak.

- We didn't get to him in time.

- So you don't have it?

- No.
- We couldn't find it.

The brother must have it.

- Brother must have it.

Let me ask you a question.

Keeping in mind all the other
things I gotta deal with,

all the delaying, diverting,
destroying as a result,

could you have possibly
fucked this up any worse?

- It's encrypted.

It's not like he
can do anything.

- Don't fucking touch him.

I try to be fair, boys.

We all look out for each other.

We all get an equal share.

We all clean up after ourselves.

Fair?

I think so.

So this is how we're
gonna do it.

You're gonna find him,
get rid of him.

Hey, pay attention.

Find it, get rid of it.

No ifs, ands, or butts.

Is that fair?

I can't hear you, is that fair?

- It's fair.
- Fair.

- Good.

Clean yourselves up,
you look like shit.

And call King, start looking.

No one says anything to
anyone until I say so.

Lucky I'm in a good
mood today, Gale.

- Lieutenant.

Respectfully, what the
hell is going on here?

I've got one dead cop,
one missing brother.

Both of whom you know personally

and eyewitnesses who say
that two off-duty cops

may have just walked right in

and started shooting
up the place.

Why did you assign
me to this case?

- Detective,

is there some reason why you
shouldn't be on this case?

I gave you this case

because I know that you
can handle it for me.

Yes, I know both of
the Son brothers.

Knew their father, too.

He was a good cop.

I would hate to tarnish
his name or the precinct's.

And if I'm going to
avoid doing that,

I need you to please help me
make sense of all of this.

Anything you wanna share?

- Uh, maybe ma'am.

I'll keep you posted
if I have something.

- Where is he?

- Inside.

- Did you phone it in?

- No.

No, I figured you guys
want to handle it.

- Yeah, you figured right.

- Police
are on the hunt

for an Asian male named
Christopher Son,

who evaded arrest after
police found his brother,

a plain clothes officer,
murdered at his apartment.

If seen, please do not approach.

The suspect should be
considered armed and dangerous.

Any information on
his whereabouts

should be reported to
your local authorities.

- So what's the plan?

- We got it from here.

- Yeah.

- Good looking out, Gary.

- Hold up, whoa.

- Chris.

- Sorry.

- It's okay.

- Oh, fuck.

- Chris, I'm so sorry about Ken.

You need to tell me
what happened.

I can help you, but
this doesn't look good.

You hiding like this, it
makes you look guilty.

- Yeah, well what was
I supposed to do?

They were cops.

- What?

- Two of them.

Ken was running from them.

I had to run, too.

- Did you get their names?

- One called the other
one Spencer.

They tried to kill me.

- Okay, do you have
any idea why?

- Ken gave me this.

It's gotta be connected.

- Okay, here, here's
what we're gonna do.

I'm gonna get you in
protective custody.

- No, no way.

- You can't keep hiding
here, Chris.

There are things we need to do.

You have to give me a statement.

I can protect you.

- What, from the police?

- I don't have a choice.

This is my case.

- Consider this an
anonymous tip.

- That's not how it works.

- Forget it.

- No, nothing on the radio.

- Okay.

Keep an eye and don't
move till I get there.

- It's all there?

- Yeah, of course
it's all there.

What are you waiting
for, a fucking hand job?

Get out.

Listen to me.

I could eat your bosses
and your dad for breakfast,

and you don't want to know
what I could do to you.

All you need to know is
that when I call you, come,

and when I say so, you go.

Just get the fuck out.

Fucking asshole.

- Crazy bastard.

- Chris.

- You don't need that.

- I wanna believe that, Chris,

but I need to know you're
gonna make the right decision.

- You really think
I'm safe with you?

- You want justice, this is how.

- Justice.

Those cops are gonna
jump through

whatever hoops they
have to for the optics.

They'll be protected.

Ken will still be dead.

- What would you do?

Help me out here, Chris.

- I am.

You've got everything you need.

- If you're not gonna come
in now, at least wait here.

I'll talk to Archer.

She cares about you.

I'll be back soon.

Here.

If you need something.

- Oh, there she is.

Okay.

- You're still here?

- Yeah.

- Shit.

- You uh, you got any coffee?

- Yeah, sure.

Help yourself.

- Thanks.

- Two bucks.

- Yeah.

- Extra five, extended
shoe rental.

- Hey, hey.

Hands up, hands up.

Don't fuckin' move.

Where is it, asshole?

- It's in my pocket.

- Don't, hands up.

- King, check it.

- What you doing?

You, huh?

You the one?

- Fuck you.

- Why?

Why'd you kill him?

- Wait.

He saw.

- What did he see?

- Dude!

You know it's like present
day, right?

You could have DM'd or
emailed or texted or did a,

okay, come in.

Anyway, I'll need new table,

'cause there is no way
that stain is gonna come-

- Abby, shh.
- Out.

What's up?

So Ab, you know how to
recover a hard drive, right?

- I mean, I could explain to you

why that's a silly question

to ask someone who worked
for three years

in criminal computer
forensics, but I mean I just.

- So if I gave you a memory
card or a damaged hard drive,

you'd be able to show
me what's on it?

- That doesn't sound very
official, Detective Tesbar.

- It's not.

I just, um, I need someone
I can trust.

Ab, I wouldn't be asking.

- Okay, what is it?

Oh, okay.

I get it.

Sure, I'll help.

- Is there anything
else I can do?

- No, just leave it with me.

I'll call you when
I get something.

So get outta here so I can work.

- Thank you, yes, thank you.

- Sir?

Sir, are you okay?

- I, I know you.

- Who did this to you?

Okay, I'm gonna get you
some help, okay?

Just stay still.

This is Detective Tesbar.

- Hello?

- Lieutenant.

- Detective,
what do you need?

- I have reason to believe

that Officer Son's
brother, Chris,

is likely pursuing a
personal vendetta

against Sergeant Hatton
and his squad.

- I see.

- You don't sound surprised.

- Not much
surprises me, Detective.

You like sushi?

- Sure.
- Good.

- Wait, wait, Andrew.

- You piece of shit.

I told you to wait.

Just do what I tell you.

- He was gonna get away.

- He was gonna get away.

You thought letting
him kick your ass

and then getting away
was a better idea, huh?

Hey, what does he know?

- He knows nothing.

- He said something.

I can hear him, hit him again.

- I didn't.

- Sarge, my neighbors.

- Get him outta here.

- Come on, Champ, I'll
kiss it better.

- Get off me.

- Everybody lays low
until I call, okay?

- I'm still good to go.

- Yeah, me too, boss.

- Lay low.

What part don't you
fucking understand?

Do I need to explain myself?

- No, I hear you fine.

But what about Tesbar?

- I'll take care of it.

Okay, I got somewhere to be.

Get him home.

You, just fucking go inside.

Go inside.

Fucking assholes.

- Mmm.

Do you want anything?

That'll be all, thank you.

Saki.

- Have to say I'm
confused, ma'am.

- About what?

- Well, why we're here.

We still haven't heard anything
from Hattan and his squad.

Chris is out there somewhere
hiding from them, from us.

And you're having a
late night snack.

Why?

- Lieutenant, you didn't
tell me this was an ambush.

- Let's call it an impromptu
case review.

- Mm.

My officer's medicals clearing
them of any misconduct.

- Post-traumatic stress,
you're kidding?

- Yeah.

Losing a fellow officer
is traumatic experience.

You'd know that if you ever
used your service weapon

anywhere but the range.

- This still doesn't say
anything about Chris.

Where was he?

Why did they even go to his
home in the first place?

- Mm-hm, mm-hm.

Yeah, they were responding
to shots fired.

Yeah, the suspect was an
Asian male wearing a mask

who fled the scene after
killing Officer Son.

Heh, "Disgruntled former
police officer"

"shoots estranged brother
before declaring war on cops."

Mm-hm, seems to me like Chris
is the most likely suspect.

And by the way,

I didn't know you two were
on a first name basis.

You wouldn't happen to be
fucking him too, would you?

- Likely huh?

Like the blood in the car
leading up to the apartment?

How about criminals in uniform.

"Gunned down fellow officer
hunts surviving brother."

Might sound good on
the news, right?

- Enough.

I brought you here to
pool our resources

and find Chris unharmed
and in custody.

Now the Sergeant brought
the medicals,

and as half-assed as that
help is, he is here to help.

- I'm listening.

- So listen then.

What have you learned?

- I tracked Chris down
to a bowling alley.

There I found an unconscious
employee

and the signs of a
pretty bad fight.

But whoever was there

destroyed the security
footage before they left.

I have units there now
going over everything.

Right now, I think that
Chris went up against...

Where is the rest of your
squad, Sergeant?

- Well, besides Spencer
and Gale,

who are resting at home,
where are they?

- Off duty until morning huddle.

- God damn timer.

Christ.

- Don't move.

- Please, don't kill me.
- Shut up.

Put it on.

- Okay, okay.

Keep going.

Keep going.

More.

Stand up.

Pick it up.

I didn't ask you if
you wanted to.

I didn't ask you anything,
actually.

Get up.

Pick it up.

Pick it up.

Take it.

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I didn't want to.

It just happened.

Perry, not me.

I was just too late.

- What did he see, huh?

- I don't know.

I don't know, I wasn't there.

Please.

- Why don't I believe you?

Feel bad, trying to talk?

Beg?

Can't get a single word out.

Now you know how he felt.

Code.

One, two, three, nine.

- Don't worry, now.

I can do that myself.

- All right,

I want your squad in my
office before morning huddle.

We're gonna go over every
bit of evidence

until I'm satisfied.

- Tomorrow?

Chris is out there tonight,
right now.

- Well it's your
case, Detective.

Go detect.

See you in the morning.

- How can you trust him?

We all know what he is.

- Who says I trust him?

I need him.

There's a difference.

- What?

- Spencer's in
trouble, Sergeant.

- Well, he's not the only one
you fucking piece of shit.

Listen, whatever you're
doing to him,

I'm gonna make look like
a trip to the beauty salon

when I'm done with you.

- I don't think Spencer
likes that kind of language.

- Wait, let me go!

- You pull the trigger or Perry?

Which one of you looked
him in the eye,

or were you even brave
enough to do that?

- Brave, brave?

You don't know a thing
about brave, okay?

We protect you from the animals,
you ungrateful children,

because we have the strength
to do what you can't.

That's brave, putting
down the threat.

- Is that what
he was to you, a threat?

- Maybe it was both.

Maybe you are, too.

- Well you're gonna
get the chance to find out,

Sergeant, sooner than
you may think.

- You want to come for
me, is that it?

Well you come and you
see what fuckin' happens

'cause you got a
lot more to lose

than a brother and a shitty gym.

A lot more than you think.

- What you have?

When you forget it's there
and next thing you know.

- Dude, like all
wet and confused.

- It's crazy, bro.

- Shouldn't you guys be home?

- Uh, and who are you?

- Oh, hey, look at that.

That's me.

- We're just chilling.

- Sure you are, bro.

What's in the backpack?

- School shit.

- Oh yeah.

- I'm not gonna find any
surprises in there, am I?

Okay, okay, clean the shit up.

What's that?

You got something to say?

Nah, 'cause I'm pretty sure-

- Whoa, take it easy, man.
- Something on your mind.

- Chill, chill.

- Well, you sure you ain't
got any community feedback?

That's right, go run home!

- Hello?

- Hey.

You're not the begging
type, are you?

Come on.

Was it you?

Were you the one that
pulled the trigger?

- I don't like to brag.

- Why?

- Ask me nicely.

- Why?

- I'll tell you what a
bitch your dead brother was.

Oh, come on!

Don't you want your vengeance?

This is your big revenge
kick, huh?

Because your brother
died squealing.

Run, Chrissy.

You know that's all I have
to do is the blood, right?

Come on now, Chrissy, you
know you run from the law.

I know Kenny boy couldn't.

I did mention

how much your brother
died like a bitch, right?

Come on!

Have a little bit more balls
than your brother, huh!

- Jesus, are you okay?

- Fine.

It's not as bad as it looks.

- I gotta tell you, man,

you're gonna have a
really hard time

convincing anyone to keep
you out of jail.

The bowling alley?

- They came after me.

Right after you left, actually.

In fact, every other
cop of laid eyes on

in the last 24 hours has
tried to kill me,

so jail's about the last
thing I'm worried about.

- Who was it?

- It was Galen King.

After that, I went after
Spencer then Perry.

Now it's just Hatton.

- God damn it, Chris!

I told Archer I would
bring you in unharmed.

You've been running around

beating the shit out
of police all night.

What did you think
was gonna happen?

- It doesn't matter.

Ken's dead.

I didn't, I didn't even
get to say goodbye.

- I don't know what you're
trying to accomplish,

but what it looks like right now

is you're obsessed with
delivering pain

and you don't give a
about justice for Ken.

Hey, I'm trying to help you.

Archer's, trying to help you.

You're pretty much the only
one right now not helping you.

What?

- Nothing.

Where are we going?

- Were you followed?

- No, I don't think so.

Michelle, can I talk to you?

Actually, do you wanna
get some of that blood off

in the bathroom?

There's towels, just go nuts.

- Jesus, Ab, are you okay?

- No, and neither are you
or your boyfriend upstairs.

Michelle, do you realize what
you've gotten yourself into?

What you gotten me into?

- Calm down.

What's going on?

- Well, I recovered
something from that and, I-

You better be sure

you wanna know the
answer to that question.

- I'm sorry, Ab, you shouldn't,
I'm sorry.

- So am I.

I did this to both of you.

Michelle wouldn't have asked
you if I didn't ask her first.

She was the only one
that could go to.

- Look, maybe I would've
done it anyway, okay?

Just watch it so we can
figure out what to do next.

- Get down!

- Shit.

- How is she?

How bad is it?

- Shallow.

Clean, through, just
keep pressure on it.

Okay, we gotta go now.

- You can move faster
without me.

- You need help, can't we-

- Chris, I'll be fine.

Get it to Archer.

Go.

Go.

- I thought you
didn't like to get close

to this side of things.

- I don't.

But you don't give me
much of a choice, do you?

- It's the job, Boss.

You don't like what you
see, join the Red Cross.

This is how we keep the peace.

- You don't
get to make jokes.

Not with Ken complaining
about you

to me every chance he gets,

and now he's threatening
to go over my head.

That's bad for all of us.

So keep your shit together

until I can get his ass
into another unit.

Clean this up.

- I hear you.

Get Spencer to bring
the car around.

We're outta here.

Oh shit, get him!

- Shit, dude, you okay?

- Do I look okay?

Oh fuck, oh!

Ah, I could take all
the back streets.

Fuck, I'm bleeding bad, man.

- Yeah, you know what?

I got a kit.

Let's take you inside
and sit you down, okay?

- Christopher?

- Where's Michelle?

- She's safe,
in rough shape but safe.

I'm getting her all
the help I can.

Are you safe?

Where are you?

- I
wanna talk to her.

- Just trust me.

She's fine, okay?

Christopher, where are you?

- It's probably best
if you don't know.

- Did you recover
the recorder?

- I have the body cam.

- Did you
see what's on it?

- No, it's encrypted.

- Okay, um, listen to me.

I'm gonna give you an address.

Bring it here and we can
take care of this together.

I can help you, both of you.

Please just let me help you.

- Before that, something
I want to ask you.

- Anything.

- Tell me why I left.

Tell me what happened
my last night.

- Oh, come on.

We both know that that's just-

- The truth.

Pam, I need to hear it from you.

- A trigger happy cop

who probably shouldn't have
had a badge in the first place

shot an innocent man.

Ruined a promising career

and it was swept under
the rug because of optics.

Is that what you want to hear?

- Okay, what's the address?

- 552 Horner Avenue.

Okay, I'll be there soon.

- He's on his way.

- He knows?

- He knows.

Jesus, Hatton.

- Sure it's all him, right?

You're just his commander.

- You know what?

You talk too fucking much.

- Loose ends later.

- Is this what you had in mind?

Helping me, helping Chris?

- For what it's worth,
I'm sorry.

This is bigger than both of you.

I might not be able
to help, Detective,

but I can still hurt
you, so be quiet.

Last chance, Christopher.

- I know.

- It can still
end better than this.

Just give me the camera.

You can go anywhere.

- How'd it ever get
like this, Pam?

Was it like this when
my dad was around?

Did he know?

- Your dad knew the way
the world works.

He didn't like it, but he knew.

I made him a promise
and I broke it.

I couldn't protect Ken.

I can keep my promise with you.

Please, Christopher.

- So that's it then.

You're gonna let that
piece of walk?

And the bodies continue
the pile up

as long as you stay behind your
desk while the optics last.

- You never understood,
not from day one.

Regret is useless.

This, this is necessary.

Even the brutality, I
can, I can guide it,

point it at the right target.

- No matter who's in the way.

- You know, I have one regret.

In all this confusion,

I never got to finish
your seminar.

- Enough of your bullshit,
Hatton.

No more games.

- Play all the fucking
games I want.

Fuck you.

This was your plan.

A fucking toy?

Do you have any idea what
you're standing up against?

Any idea what's at stake?

You think 'cause you quit
your job, you quit your duty,

that you can look down
on us, on me?!

- Hatton, the camera.

- Yes ma'am.

- Just make it quick.

- Blue means dead, right?

Fucking piece of shit.

That's far enough.

- Listen to that.

That's you.

- Shut up.

- What's wrong?

This is what you wanted.

- I never wanted this.

It's necessary.

You don't understand.

- You keep saying that,

but you betrayed everything

and everyone you said
you'd protect.

- You piece of shit.

And I don't like to do this.

Come on, get up you
piece of shit.

- Hey Chris.

You know, my first
day on the job,

I had a beer with your dad.

I liked him.

Your brother, not so much.

Chris.

Oh, come out, bud.

Just wanna finish
what we started.

Come on, buddy.

I'm only gonna bash your
fucking head in.

Come on.

- You're gonna pay,
for all of it.

- You and your fuckin'
toys.

- Drop it, both of you!

- You know, you think you're
gonna put an end to all this,

but you're not.

This started way before you.

It's gonna end way after,

'cause you're just
a piece of shit.

And guys like me will
always be necessary.

- You're afraid of everyone

on the other side of
that blue line.

- That's what you think.

- I said drop it, Hatton!

- Ken would be proud, Chris.

So would your dad.

- I hope so.

- It's gonna be okay.

- Who
constitutes a threat?

Is it a person?

Is it a weapon?