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- We're clear?
- Mm-hm.

Come on, hurry up.
Hurry up. MAN 2: Right.

Good. That's it.

So, uh... So, what are you
thinking right now, Danny?

I'm thinking, why did Pez
ever agree to let you do this?

Documentary film is the
last vestige of visual truth...

the last bastion of
societal objectivism...

and I guess she's
just that kind of a girl.

- Probably wants out of the relic business.
- You're crossing the line.

- What?
- Um, the imaginary axis...

separates screen-left, screen-right
orientation. You're crossing it.

Mellow out, Fellini.

Yeah. Well, we've
arrived at the crime scene.

Hey, Danny.

Hey, Vic. What up?

Someone air-holed a couple of
guys, but averted a felony arson.

- You mean murdered them?
- I'd say it's more like a public service.

These guys were here
to burn the place down...

but the shooter stopped them.

- That the owner there? He the shooter?
- No, no, no.

Mr. Chin, his wife and daughter, they
were all bound and gagged upstairs.

Whoever did this, they
were definitely trained.

They've both got two shots to
the body and one to the head.

Upward trajectory.

Was the killer reclining,
taking a load off?

Or does he shoot from the hip?

Could be.

Huh. It could've
been a dwarf. Ha, ha.

Dwarf assassins. They've
been used effective too.

Um, there's a Pygmy tribe off the
coast of Manila, used poison darts.

Ahem, Gabriel.

- He okay?
- Yeah. He's with us.

Yeah, unfortunately.

What's up with the tat?

- What does this signify?
- I don't know. Both guys got them.

Same marking, same place.

Probably a gang emblem.

No, it looks Eastern-European,
like it's a Gypsy symbol, maybe.

- You're killing me.
- I don't know. Easy, Dan.

Mr. Chin, I'm
Detective McCartey.

This is Detective Woo. - Hey.

Is there anything you can tell us
about the shooter? Anything at all?

Nothing. I didn't see him.

And I wouldn't give
him up if I saw his face.

He did us all a favor.

Those guys were
Aryan posse members.

Hmm, they target anyone
with less than a round eye...

or a skin shade darker
than an egg shell.

Well, that one I recognize, because
he's given me problems before.

What kind?

Broken windows,
graffiti, death threats.

Ever report any of it?

Detective, you
know as well as I do...

there are different levels of equal
protection depending on your race.

Mr. Chin, here's my card.

If you can think of
anything else, give us a call.

Aryan posse's not the
symbol on their necks.

Oliver Stone here thinks our
high-challenged killer is a Gypsy.

A Gypsy, circus, Pygmy killer.

Well, it wasn't a suicide,
passion or accidental.

Maybe it was a contract hit.

Do you guys, like,
recognize the work?

Like, the style of
the hit, the m.o.?

You've been watching
too much Law & Order.

Well, look, all I'm saying is if
you got a leak, you call a plumber.

Uh, Gabriel? That's a
good point, bad analogy.

I think I will go
to Rikers, though.

Ever kill out of
anger, detective?

- Once.
- Enjoy it?

More than a little, yeah.

This bad boy you're looking
for, he kills with intent...

with purpose. There's no joy,
no exuberance in these killings.

They're too economical.

Recognize the work?

Just the mindset.

This guy's on a mission.

He's definitely not
enjoying himself.

Not yet.

Recognize the tattoo?

No.

How is it out there?

Is the world a safer place
now that I am behind bars?

Probably not.

I hated you for putting me away.

Still do.

And I thank you for that.

Why?

Because hate feels so good.

- Hello, Sara.
- Damn it, Nottingham.

How goes the battle
against the bad guys?

Good vs. evil, love vs. hate.

It breaks my heart,
the ugliness you see.

My glass is half full.

Evil is never benign.

I guess that's
why they call it evil.

- In some, evil is innate, they're born bad.
- Okay, what can you tell me...?

In others, evil is planted,
cultivated and reaped.

Sara, seek out the purveyors of
hatred, for they bear the foulest fruit.

Hey, look at these two
lovebirds. Makes me sick.

No!

Wait a minute.

Top-o, McCartey.
How did it go last night?

Ugh, wasn't pretty.

Thanks.

Two dead guys were
on a gay-bashing mission.

They put one man in a coma...

the other victim was DOA
from massive head contusions.

Seems like our
vigilante, whoever he is...

put an end to the
festivities just a little too late.

- Hmm, no other witnesses?
- Nada.

So one homicide was perpetrated
by our dead gay-bashers...

then they were killed by...

The m.o. is the same as the
killings at the Chinese restaurant.

What's more interesting is that both
of the attackers have the same tattoo...

as the fire starters
from the other night.

- You still tight with Husman in Hate Crimes?
- Yeah.

I'm on it.

See you.

Oh, my...

- Hey, Pez?
- Mm?

Why is your friend Gabriel
videotaping us all the time?

Because he asked if he could and
what he really wants to do is direct.

Uh-huh. You know that
could be used against us.

You know you're being
paranoid, McCartey.

Look who I work with.

- Get out of here and get some shuteye.
- Twist my arm.

Brothers, there's
a force at work...

that threatens to undermine
our siege upon this world.

We must unify our clans.

We must strengthen our resolve.

And we must be merciless
in our persecution of those...

who would object to our
goal of a new world order.

Lupo, this killer somehow knows
exactly when and where to appear...

in order to prevent us from
carrying out our missions.

I think that someone
here betrays us.

Who are you to
start pointing fingers?

You should take a hard
look at your own group.

My group? Don't you
talk to me like that.

I know it's your
people. Don't you...

You come in here!

My brothers...

let's not descend into
small-minded tribalism.

That would only ensure
our enemy's victory.

I had a vision of a seer, who pierces
the prism of the physical world...

a woman who could reveal the
cur who dares to challenges us.

A woman who could
be of value to the cause.

This woman is a police officer.

Her name is Sara Pezzini.

What will this
police officer find?

She will find Bola...

the lovely one who sheds
light upon the darkness.

- I scored with the Hate Crimes Task Force.
- Ah.

Tattoo on dead guys is an Eastern-European
symbol meaning lupo, or wolf.

But it's also the name of the
person who's behind all this.

Is behind all what, exactly?

Organizing the hate
groups, uniting them.

According to their records, this
guy's also being tracked by Interpol...

for past efforts in Hungary,
Romania, Serbia, Berlin.

They say he's been
around a long time.

Tattoos started showing up on
collars in Detroit two years ago...

and Miami about
a year after that.

Here, in the last
four or five months.

Ah, and here, there have
been a spike in hate crimes...

the last four or five months.

More of them, and more violent.
Same thing in the other cities.

Another thing happened in those
cities, some vigilantes showed up...

started taking out guys,
stopping crimes in progress.

We've got no idea
what Lupo looks like.

And nobody's ever cracked his
clan's code of silence to get any info.

The clan supposedly
has a pyramid structure...

so probably only two or
three people know who he is.

They say none of his followers are
allowed to make eye contact with him.

What about the shooter,
they know about him?

No, nothing. But we did get
some information from a wiretap...

that might help us out.

There's gonna be a big rally tonight. All
your typical hate scum should be there.

They gonna infiltrate it?

I asked.

He said it was too risky...

that the security was
almost supernaturally tight.

They can't risk letting Lupo
know that they're onto him, we can.

We might be able to get some more
info on Lupo as well as the shooter.

We should get there around 9.

Danny.

Danny Woo at a hate rally.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, Pezzini.

Oh, good. No, no, we're
on it, cappy. Thanks.

Well, the victim just got out of a
coma. We should go talk to him.

Let's do it.

They would have killed us
both if it wasn't for the girl.

Uh, how do you mean, sir?

The person who saved me
was a girl with two big guns.

She had a red hooded sweatshirt.

She's not in trouble, is she?

Well, we'll have to bring her
in if we can find her, Mr. Gerleit.

She is a suspect in
at least three murders.

She's a hero.

She stopped two killers.

Those men killed Howard.

And I'd be dead
too, if it wasn't for her.

She should be
found and rewarded.

Uh, I understand how you feel,
sir, but it's still our job to find her.

Would you mind talking to a
sketch artist if we sent one in?

- Sure.
- Thank you.

Dr. Shaw to Radiology.

What do you think?

He came up the Little Red Riding Hood thing
because he's trying to protect the shooter.

And you don't blame him?
- How can you?

His boyfriend is dead.

Our vigilante
is killing killers.

Yeah, but that doesn't mean
that we should turn a blind eye.

Have you ever got the
crap kicked out of you...

because you were
white or heterosexual?

No.

Try to wrap your head
around why certain people...

might not wanna
ID this vigilante.

How permanent is this?

Well, if you go for drinks after
work, just don't spill your beer on it.

Pez.

Uh, they'll make
me if I take hardware.

They got a better chance
of killing you if you don't.

I'll do what I always do. I'll
compensate with attitude.

I'm late, I gotta get going.
Are you almost done?

Okay, yeah, that's good.
- Yeah? Okay.

Thank you.

Be safe. SARA: Will do.

Check 11-11.

It's a bogus number.

Repeat, it's a bogus number.

You. Stop.

Who are you?

One of the clan.

Which family you with?

The Angels of No
Mercy, Toronto Chapter.

I never saw you before.
Besides, you've got a bad number.

Whoa, whoa, let me just talk
to Lupo. He knows who I am.

That's gonna be kind of
hard, since Lupo isn't here.

That's a tape recording
you're hearing, Sherlock.

Eliminate the weak and
the strong shall inherit.

Eliminate the weak and
we shall inherit the earth.

No one even knows
who Lupo really is.

You wanna tell us
who you really are?

Freeze! Don't move.

What just happened?

Did you see that?

Just shoot her. Shoot
her in the head, right now.

Who are you?

No, no, no, wait, wait.

Looks like some
kind of a journal.

Bola? That her name?

- Dimitri... GABRIEL:
Uh, no, Dimitztragora.

Uh, it doesn't exist
anymore. It's been wiped out.

Yeah.

- Um, so you let her get away.
- What? I didn't let her do anything.

Mm.

Gabriel, can you read this?

Yeah. It says Saint Martin's.

How do you know Bulgarian?

Well, I guess it's one of the prerequisites
for being a ferocious autodidact.

Oh, right.

- Here.
- Thanks.

- Uh, excuse me.
- Well, excuse me.

Do you know how to
translate ancient Bulgarian?

- No, but what's he...?
- We'll book it into evidence later, Jake.

Come on, let's go. - Where?

- To Saint Martin's.
- Of course.

Wait in the car.

- Come on, Pez.
- I'll be right back.

Are you...?

Man, sometimes
I just don't get her.

I really don't.

Why don't you ever look
through the viewfinder?

I don't like to frame reality.

Yeah, right. Ha, ha.

Okay, come on, guys. Stop.

Pass the ball. - Throw it.

Whoa, cool.

Nice shot.

- Hey.
- Hey.

What are you gonna do with
this footage anyway, man?

Well, I intend to show
your genius to the world.

Any of you guys
seen this girl around?

Nope. SARA: Oh, okay.

Well, thank you very
much, I appreciate it.

- Enjoy your day.
- You're welcome.

Why don't you, I don't know...

go get us a couple of coffees or
something while we're sitting here?

Yeah, who is it?

Gabriel?

Who is it?

You have my book.

I want it back.

- You led him to me, I have nowhere to go.
- Keep your hands where I can see them.

I saved your life.
You don't trust me?

That book is evidence.

Not in the way you think it is.

Who are you, Bola?

Come here. Ah.

What did you do that for?

- Unilateral disarmament.
- That's not fair.

Why should you have the
preponderance of fire power?

Because I'm bigger than
you are. Just go, go sit down.

Yes, sir.

Um...

I'm hungry.

Uh...

Oh.

What's this?

Um, milk.

- I hate milk.
- Ha, ha.

- Got any vodka?
- Ha, ha.

Don't you think
you're a little young?

What are you, what? Sixteen?

Eighteen. Older?

A lot. I'm not as
young as I look.

Bola is your name, right?

Got a last name?

Tell me about the
book. Is it your journal?

It's not about
me. It's about him.

Him? Him, you mean Lupo.

What can you tell me about
him? Have you ever seen him?

I know what he looks like.

I also know what he does.

He makes people
kill out of hate.

And why do you kill, Bola?

Save lives. You
should know that.

Don't you also hate
the people that you kill?

Lupo killed my parents.

I'm sorry.

And believe me,
Bola, I understand.

My father was murdered as well.

But that doesn't mean
that you get to kill.

I witnessed it.

And unless I stop him,
Lupo's gonna keep killing...

moving to new places,
starting all over again.

Where did you learn how
to handle a gun so well?

I practiced.

There's gonna be
no more killing, Bola.

Help me find Lupo, then I
can get you on a witness stand.

You can testify about what
happened to your parents.

The only thing that makes
Lupo suffer is failure.

That's what I provide.

Honey, don't you see that
you're feeding into it, feeding him?

If Lupo loves hate,
then he loves yours too.

- Who is it?
- It's Gabriel.

I got answers on the book.

- My book? SARAH:
Shh. Just go, go.

- Go in the back and hide in the bathroom.
- Why hide?

Because you're supposed to be under
arrest for suspicion of murder. Now go.

- Sara?
- Uh, I'm coming.

Ow.

- Coming. I'm coming.
- Sara?

Hey.

So this book you
gave me is priceless.

Uh, um...

Uh, I was right about the
language and it's a Bulgarian dialect.

It's out of date at
least a hundred years.

Um...

Um, it is a journal, only it's not
about the person who wrote it.

- It's about someone else. Guess who?
- Lupo.

Yeah.

That's very good, detective.

Yeah, this, uh... This
chronicles his movements...

from the 1600s all
the way up until now.

According to this,
he was present...

for some of the most horrific
cases of genocide in history.

There's mentions of the
Lupo symbol in Nazi literature...

allusions to wolf clans
during the Spanish Inquisition.

I mean, even the assassination
of the Archduke Ferdinand.

Sara...

The way Bola describes
this, it's eerie. It's, uh...

It's not like she learned
about it. It's like it's firsthand.

You know, like she was there.

What about her village. She mention that?
- Yeah, Dimitztragora.

Uh, Circa 1695.

Like I said, the
city was destroyed.

Two opposing clans fought,
wiping each other off the map.

And get this, uh,
one of the factions...

and there's confirmation for this, one
of the factions was the clan of Lupo.

In fact, it was the Lupo clan that
incited the whole conflagration.

It's my book. SARA: Bola.

It's okay.

What's she doing here?

I'm keeping her safe. - Mm.

- Is she armed?
- No.

- Don't we need that?
- She's not going anywhere.

Hmm?

Yeah, you're right. It is.

Um, would you
mind if I taped you?

Um, do you...?

Uh, I mean, you know what this
is, right? You know how it works?

- You always this condescending?
- Ha, ha. Yeah.

So tell me about the journal.

What about it?

Well, like, how you made
those entries as if you were there.

- I don't like this.
- Oh, no, no, no.

Hey, um, it's okay. We can
talk about something else.

Okay?

Tell me, what do
you think about Sara?

- Gabriel, come on.
- What?

She makes me drink
milk, locks up my guns.

But all in all, I like her.

Sara's like me, special.

Sometimes it's
lonely being special.

Isn't it, Sara?

Uh, cut. Cut.

I'm... I'm gonna go get
some stuff for breakfast.

You want anything special?

Lucky Charms.

And some smokes.

Hey. Uh, she fell asleep.

But only after she, uh, asked
me to bust open your drawer...

and give her back her guns.

Yeah.

- Well, anyway, have a good night, okay?
- Okay, you too.

- Thank you. GABRIEL:
Sure. Oh, yeah, no problem.

Bola, put the gun down.

You can't hold me
here. I have work to do.

- Give me your bracelet.
- What?

I know what it is and
I know what it can do.

Sorry to betray you, Sara.

That bracelet will
help me kill Lupo.

I saw what it can do.

Bola, I can't give this to
you. This is a lethal weapon.

So is this.

- Why haven't you attacked him before?
- I have.

Many times and in many places.

He's not like other men, he's
hard to kill. I need that bracelet.

Well, no can do.

I don't want to shoot you, Sara.

Don't worry, you won't.

You're right.

Will you help me get him?

Yeah, yeah. Of course.

Octogenarian Benevolent Society.

Oh, man, this is...

- Yeah?
- Sara, so the wolf is at Grandma's.

Uh-huh?

I translated a portion
of Bola's journal.

It says Lupo can be found at the
Octogenarian Benevolent Society.

I know that place, Sara.
It's at 1 122 Hegel Street.

- It's gotta be a front.
- Uh...

Sara, what's going on?

I gotta call you back. Bye.

Good to see you.

What exactly do you want, Lupo?

Quit your day job.

So I can prowl the streets, looking
for innocent people to terrorize?

You know it's not
that simple, Sara.

Hate is good for the human race.

People were made for it.

It's what drives them.

Fanning the flame of ill will is
truly a philanthropic undertaking.

Do people actually
buy into that pitch?

In droves, for as long
as I can remember.

Use your special
gift to help the cause.

You let her go, right now with
me, you got yourself a deal.

Sara, you're lying.

How about this instead?

I kill her, before your eyes.

Maybe then you, too, will taste
the sweet venom of hatred...

just as young Bola
did so long ago.

The agonizing screams of your father
remains one of my fondest memories.

And I'm sure one
of your most vivid.

- Bastard.
- Yes, Bola, tell me.

You kind of hate me
right now, don't you?

I have done things far
worse than this, believe me.

I've fed Christians
to the lions in Rome.

Burned a church full
of people in Istanbul.

Killed infants in front of
their mothers in Germany.

Armed African children with machetes,
that they may wipe out their own kind.

Interesting how
that works, isn't it?

Young Bola's hatred
brought you to me.

Wielder.

I knew it would.

Do you have any idea how powerful
a wielder brimming with hate can be?

There's only one way
to deal with your kind.

You must be caged...

and trained like a wild beast...

thrown scraps of food...

and beaten.

Then, in time...

you will learn to harness
your hate, to direct it...

how to exploit it.

And then...

I will own you.

Take her away and lock her up.

Come on.

Get off of me.

Come on.

Sara.

You stay here.

Ooh.

You're more powerful
than I thought.

You ain't seen nothing yet.

- You're under arrest.
- Not today.

Bola. Bola.

Come here. Come here. Shh.

Come here.

Okay. BOLA: It's okay, Sara.

Don't hate.

You were right.

If you hate, his kind wins.

I'm finished now.

Thank you.

Bola.