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[FRANK PANTS]

[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC CONCLUDES][JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING]

[SHAVER BUZZES]

REPORTER: You can see
the temperatures

are chilly this morning,
a lot of twenties...

[MUSIC CONCLUDES]

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

[CAR HORN HONKING IN DISTANCE]

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

[CELLPHONE RINGING]

Hey, you![SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]

[CHUCKLES]
Of course I'm gonna be there.

Have I ever missed one before?

Well, if I told you,
it wouldn't be a surprise,

now would it?
Hey, Sam, ask your mother

if she needs me
to bring anything

wine, beer, whatever.

Yeah, just...
make sure she knows I asked.

A hint?

You want a hint?

All right, here's a hint.

You ready?

It has a neck,
but no arms or legs.

Yeah, I got you a snake.
Highly venomous, too.

You crazy?

But you're gonna be happy,
I promise.

[MUSIC CONCLUDES]

You're gonna need
to slow down, Shaw.

You're gonna get us
in trouble again.

You got Barnett, right?

Didn't even need
a warrant for him.

He's off the streets.

Yeah, he is,
but so were we, almost.

[CHUCKLES]
For doing our job. Fuck IA.

Hey, a job
I can't afford to lose

'cause you wanna go
play fucking cowboy again.

Think it's up there.

- I got the boat to pay off.
- Yeah.

I got the twins in BU this fall.

You got any idea
how much that cost?

No, I do. I know. I hear you.

- Do you?
- Yeah.

- I don't know that you do.
- No, I do. I just...

I hope Dent's still there,
that's all.

He'll be here. Christ!

Didn't the foreman
just tell us that?

- Stop being Super Cop.
- Super Cop?

DOUG: Fuck me, 58 grand.
That's just for tuition.

FRANK: What?
They don't have, like,

a two-for-one deal or something?

DOUG: That's funny.

FRANK: Just send them
to the academy.

It's like three grand total.

DOUG: So they can have
a glorious career,

chasing down the bad guys,

while serving a community
that hates their guts?

FRANK: Yeah, don't forget
that gold watch.

Forgot about the gold watch.

Hey, if you need help, dude,
you know I got your back.

You're drowning in alimony, pal.
What are you gonna do,

sell your precious
record collection?

Fuck you.
I'm serious, though, you know?

I know you are.

Thanks, but we're good.

Foreman didn't say anything
about him being on a break.

Could've taken him alone
at his spot,

if that fucking warrant
came in sooner.

Should have brought back-up.

Let's, uh...
let's just take it easy.

FRANK: Jimmy!

There he is.

Hey, I'm Frank Shaw.
This is Dougie Slater.

We're from Homicide.
How are you?

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

You mind taking a break
from that ham sandwich

and stepping over here
for a sec?

Sorry to interrupt
your break, fellas.

This will just take a minute.

I'm eating my lunch.

Come on Jimmy, jump to it.
Let's go. Step over here.

[SIGHS]

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

Weapon!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Get back! Move.
- DOUG: Whoa! Whoa!

Hey, hey, hey!

I said put the gun down
and get the fuck back!

Glock 42, six rounds.

- Just take a breath!
- Shut up! Put it down!

- Just do it, Frank, put it down.
- I said put the gun down!

- DOUG: Put it down.
- DENT: Get the fuck back!

Let me take the shot.

Frank...

[GRUNTS]

[INDISTINCT CLAMORING]

FRANK: Watch out!

- Frank!
- FRANK: Move!

DOUG: Frank![TRUCK HORN BLARING]

That's four, Jimmy!

[PANTS]

Fuck. That'd be five.

[DENT BREATHES HEAVILY]

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

Hey, Jimmy!

Nice shooting, Jimmy.

But you're out,
so get on your fucking knees.

[GRUNTS]

[PANTS]

[DENT SCREAMS]

DOUG: Frank!

Frank!

[MUSIC CONCLUDES]

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER TV]

[SIRENS WAILING]

[BELL TOLLING][HEARING AID SCREECHES]

[MOTORCYCLE REVVING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[KEYBOARD CLACKING]

[PAPER SHREDDER WHIRRS]

[HEARING AID SCREECHES]

[CELL PHONE BUZZES]

[CELL PHONE CHIMES]
FRANK: Hey, you!

[CHUCKLES][IN ASL] Hi, Dad.

Sam... what are you doing?
[CHUCKLES]

Hey, listen,
you don't need to...

Okay, all right,
I'm reading. Yeah.

Eat my...

shorts. Oh, okay.

[CHUCKLES] Ha-ha, Dad, very funny.

I asked if you were... FRANK: Yeah, I know,

coming to the recital.
Yeah, I got it, I got it.

I got one for you. You ready? Okay.

SAM: "Please, bear with me."

"I'm an old dog
learning new tricks."

That was good, Dad.

Yeah, you like that?
I learned that one just for you.

I'm happy you're practicing.
It's good. You need to.

So?

You are coming, right?
Next Friday.

Come on, Dad.
You never missed one before.

So, Sam...

SAM: You don't need
to sit with Mom.

Um... It's fine. I don't care anymore.

I'm so over that. FRANK: No, no.
It's... it's...

it's not about that.
You know, I'm not...

I'm not good in...
in crowds, and... and...

I just don't know how much

I'd be able
to really appreciate...

The school can arrange
for a hearing assistant,

it's not a problem.

I... I'm not...

- I would not want that.
- SAM: Dad!

This is important to me.

You gave me that guitar.
I want you to see how good I am.

[GROANS] Fuck![HEARING AID SCREECHES]

[GROANS]

Wait, wait, wait. I...

I... I can't hear you.

[EMOTIONAL MUSIC PLAYING]

[MACHINE BEEPING]

[MACHINE BEEPING]

[MUSIC CONCLUDES]

AUDIOLOGIST: There was
a Wi-Fi connector loose

in this one. I fixed it.

FRANK: I knew something
was wrong.

Yeah, but it's not just
the hearing aids, Frank.

The damage to your cochlea,
it's becoming more progressive.

Back in July,
you got 50 percent,

and now you're down
to 30 percent.

- Thirty?
- AUDIOLOGIST: It's been, what?

Ten months since your accident?

- Eleven.
- Eleven.

Well, in another eleven,
I can't say with any certainty

how much ability
you'll have left.

[IN ASL] How are you doing
with your homework?

Your ASL lessons?

My name is

F-R-A-N-K S-H-A-W.

I'm a detective
in Homicide Division.

AUDIOLOGIST: Very good.

I have a very...[AUDIOLOGIST CHUCKLES]

Insistent daughter.

You should listen to her.
She's smart.

I don't see much point myself.

[SIGHS] Look, this isn't
the first time I'm saying this,

but because of the nature
of your injury,

implants may not be an option.

And more exposure to loud noises

could lead to even further
damage.[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

You need to start
preparing yourself

for the possibility of a more
profound loss in the future.

Yeah. I hear you.

"Hear you." Means I'm not deaf.

All right, thank you.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER RADIO]

[SIGHS]

[CELL PHONE BEEPS]

[BREATHES DEEPLY][SIRENS WAILING]

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER PA]

DETECTIVE: Frank!

Frank! [CHUCKLES]

Hey, good to see you back,
my man.

- Been too long.
- Yeah.

What do we got?

Uh, two mid-level dealers, uh...

You don't need
to shout, all right?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Okay, we got
two mid-level dealers,

late twenties,

single shots to the head,
execution style.

Probably a hit.[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]

This guy stumbled upon 'em
about an hour ago,

but the medical examiner thinks
that the hit happened

sometime last night.

FRANK: Excuse me, sir.
I got this.

POLICE OFFICER: Sure.

Frank Shaw. Homicide.
How you doing?

- Okay. Good.
- Can you tell me what happened here?

WITNESS: I was going,
looking for a place to sleep

and I... I came across this guy.

Uh, sorry, sir, can you, um,
speak up a little bit?

They were in my spot,
these guys were...

[VOICE FADES]

I... What?

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING][SIRENS WAILING]

WITNESS: They're there,
they shouldn't be there.

This isn't... It's my spot.
That's where I have to be.

DETECTIVE: Frank! Frank?

[MUSIC CONCLUDES]

[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]
BARTENDER: You okay, buddy?

[DOOR CHIME RINGING]

Hey.

Hey.

This your new office?

[SCOFFS]

How did you find me?

Well, I'm a detective.

What?

I'm a detective. I detect.
Can I get a beer?

[CELL PHONE BEEPS]

[SIGHS] So, how's the new beat
with the narc squad?

I don't know. Uh...

Less bodies, more drugs.

[CHUCKLES][CHUCKLES]

Can't complain.

Kind of miss the view
from the sixth floor, though.

Come on up anytime.

Or you could come down.

BARTENDER:
It's on the house, Detective.

How you doing?

Wonderful.

Come on, Frank, there's plenty
of handicapped... uh,

disabled...

I don't know.
What the fuck do you call it?

Deaf.

Doug, deaf is good.

You know what I'm trying to say.

There's plenty of them
on the force.

Yeah.

Hell, even like this,

you're better than half
the assholes out there.

Just half?

Why? What are you gonna do?
You going to walk away?

Shit, are you?

The gold watch?
Fuck that, that's not you.

You'd go crazy.
Police is in your blood.

Fuck am I going to do?[DOOR CHIME RINGING]

Fucking useless.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Might have a lead
on those Hyde Park hits.

- A witness.
- Yeah?

What'd they see?

We don't know yet.

She's deaf.

Official interpreter's off duty
till next week.

So, that's why you're here?

I'm not
a fucking interpreter, Doug.

Brass says it can't wait.
It'll only take half an hour.

And look, this isn't me
just looking for help on a case.

This is a way for us
to get you back out there,

get you back
on your feet, you know,

so you get your feet wet again.

I don't want your pity.

I ain't giving you any.

You help me, I help you.
That's what partners do.

We were partners once, right?

I don't know, maybe I miss that.

[SIGHS]

Maybe I miss you.

I don't even have my weapon.
I'm off-duty.

My signing's a shit show.

[CHUCKLES]

It's better than mine.

Fuck.

All right, you got me.

So, what's... what's the deal?

Okay.

Ava Fremont,

33 years old.
She was in the alley that night.

Apparently,
she witnessed the hit.

Called it in via the 911 relay
this morning.

FRANK: This morning? DOUG: Yeah.

The hit was on Wednesday night.

FRANK: Why'd she wait this long?

DOUG: Well, that's what
we're going there

to find out, partner.

[HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYING]

DOUG: Jesus Christ,
she's lucky she's deaf.

FRANK: Yeah.

Doesn't have to listen
to that noise all day long.

What a fucking racket.

This new clown
they've saddled me with,

she's a fucking millennial.

Can't stay off her phone.

Her?

That's the only upside.

WORKER: Hey! Hold the elevator!

DOUG: Jesus.

- WORKER: Fucking asshole!
- DOUG: That's cute.

It's a fucking death trap.

How do you say "cute ass"?

[CHUCKLES] Come on, man, relax.

I'm not an interpreter.

Just do your best.

You've been back
in the field, what? A month?

Fucking liability out here, D.

Give it time.[ELEVATOR DINGS]

Didn't you always say
half of what we do

is like
a sixth sense thing, anyhow?

Like intuition?

You got this.

Uh. Apartment ten-G.

[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]

[SCOFFS]

[IN ASL] Hi. Uh. My name
is S-H-A-W. I'm a detective.

And, uh, this is Detective...

[IN ASL]
You're the interpreter?

Uh. Yeah. Yeah.

So, uh, we, um, uh,
need to take your...

- No, wait.
- Seriously?

You're supposed to provide
a professional interpreter.

Sorry. Slower.
I don't understand.

Bullshit. Understand that?

- Bullshit?
- Uh, no, ma'am.

Uh, he had an accident
about a year ago.

The official interpreter's - not available.
- I don't care.

I want
a professional interpreter.

Hey. Uh. Bear with me. Please.

[CHUCKLES]

I'm just an old dog
trying to learn new tricks.

Old dog.

[SIGHS]

DOUG: Thank you, ma'am.

[GROANS]

So, it, uh...
it looks like you're moving out.

Everyone is. Fucking landlord.
We all got evicted.

Slower. Sorry. Uh.

I got, uh, "fucking," that's it.

We all got evicted.

They're making it
into condos for rich people.

Uh. Everyone got evicted.

- Oh.
- Sorry.

A new chapter.

DOUG: So, Ms. Fremont?

Um, Hyde Park?

Do you... do you read lips?

Does she... does she read lips?

Yeah, I got it.

DOUG: Okay, so,
what did you see?

I was out Wednesday night.
I'm a photographer.

She was out,
taking photos Wednesday night.

She saw

a... a fight, an argument.

And she filmed it.

DOUG: Okay.[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

Just a little more time.

A little more time? That's it.

Can we talk about this?
All right?

BYSTANDER: Just need
a little more time, man.

Let's give him some more time.

BYSTANDER: Now, can we get
the fuck out of here?

You often out this late
at night, taking photos?

It was a full moon. Beautiful.

It was a full moon. It's pretty.

Ever seen these guys?

No.

Do you know any of these people?

No.

What happens now?

Uh, we, uh, need to...

take your statement.

If you catch them,
could they find out my name?

[CHUCKLES] Sorry. Uh. Again.

Will you catch them?

Yeah.

Yeah.

DOUG: Now, we're going to need
to take your phone.

D, she can't see
your fucking face.

Oh, yeah. Sorry.

Uh, Ms. Fremont,
we'll need to take your phone

because that video file
is evidence,

but you'll get the phone back.

It's evidence,
but we'll get it back to you.

DOUG: Now, I'm going
to write down

everything you've told us
here today,

and then you can read through it
and tell me

whether it's exactly
as you've described.

- Okay?
- Okay.

Can I use the bathroom?

[HEARING AID BEEPS]

[CHUCKLES]

I like them.

Dark.

That's me. Dark.

Yep.

Thank you for helping me.

Yeah.

DOUG: I told you,
you were great.

While you were pissing,
I had the boys run her file.

She's got a record.

A couple of minors
for possession, stints in rehab.

Found a Naloxone kit
in her bathroom.

- No shit.
- Yeah.

So, she was not out
taking pretty photos that night.

FRANK: Not in this neighborhood.

No, sir.

This place
must have been nice once.

[ELEVATOR DINGING]

I wonder what these units
will go for.

When I hear about those perps,
I'll hit you up, okay?

FRANK: Yeah.[CLEARS THROAT] Teamwork.

- I missed this.
- Say again?

You did good.

[HEARING AID BEEPS]

[SIGHS]

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

[HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC CONCLUDES][TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

Wait right there.

[IN ASL] I forgot my phone.

- 'Sup.
- SIMMS: What's up, man?

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

[EXHALES]

I do not want to hurt you.

You understand?

[MOUTHED]
What the fuck is this? Charades?

She saw us do it.

Let's just... MASON: Angel,

shut up. All right? Be cool.

Can't you see
the lady is disabled?

Give her a chance.

Fuck.

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

Oh, no, no, it's okay.

We know that. It's okay.
Just calm down.

I just have
a couple of questions for you.

One...

Any copies of the video?

Any copies?

- No.
- No? No copies?

Okay. Okay. Okay.
Just one last question.

Did anyone else see the video?

[BREATHES SHAKILY]

No.

MASON: No?

Okay, okay, okay.

I believe...

[MOUTHED]
Move her to the couch.

ANGEL: Come on, let's go.

[AVA SCREAMS, GROANS]

ANGEL: Get on there!

- Lie down!
- AVA: [SCREAMS] No!

[SCREAMS] Leave me![ANGEL GROANS]

No! Please! No!

- Stop moving!
- AVA: No!

Please! Stop!

- MASON: Hold her down!
- ANGEL: Do it!

[PANTS]
I really am sorry about this.

[AVA SCREAMS]

It'd be so much better
for you...

No! Please!

If you were blind.

[GRUNTS]

What the fuck?

- Get back!
- All right! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Get the fuck back.
Gun on the floor.

All right! All right!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa! Jesus! Fuck! Hey! Hey!

- All right!
- FRANK: Put the fucking gun down!

MASON: I'm putting it down.
Okay? I'm putting it down.

- FRANK: Back up.
- See?

ANGEL: It's down.

FRANK: Come here.

- This ain't your business.
- Get behind me.

MASON: Hey.

Put the fucking gun down!

Whoa! Whoa!

MASON: Fuck me!

Hold on.

Get down! Get down! [GROANS]

Fuck!

ANGEL: Mason! Mason! I'm hit.

Come on!

Go, go, go, go!

MASON: Where's the fucking gun?
Where is the gun?

- Simms! Simms, get in here!
- Shit!

Who the fuck was that?

South side! Take the stairs!
Go down, now!

Sal! East side fire escape!

Copy that. I'm on it.

MASON: Got two of 'em
coming down to you!

Come on, come on, come on.

MASON: Sal, we're coming down!
Fire escape, east side!

I got 'em.

Fuck!

Do not shoot.

You understand me? Do not shoot.

Shit.

MASON: They're on six!
They're on six! Go to six!

No, no, no, no! Come on![WHIMPERS]

Come on, we gotta go!

Shit.

[MASON PANTS]

All right, Sal,
get back to the lobby.

SAL: The lobby? MASON: Yeah.

Cover the elevator
at the bottom of the stairs.

[GASPS]

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

[MASON GASPS]

- SIMMS: They ain't on the stairs.
- Shit.

[SIGHS]
SIMMS: I didn't see 'em.

All right, listen.

They didn't have time
to make it to the lobby,

so they're still
in this building.

There's so many goddamn places
to hide in here.

Look, they're in the building.

I'm just saying,
if that dude has a phone,

then we are fucked.

We might need more guys.

Okay.

Just take that elevator down
to the lobby, all right?

Go help Sal keep watch
or something.

- SIMMS: All right.
- Go!

SIMMS: All right.

[SIGHS]

Hey, Angel,
I'm on my way up to you.

[PANTS]

FRANK: Hey, hey. Shh.

[PANTS]

[PANTS]

Hey. Hey. Hey.

[BREATHES DEEPLY][PANTS]

[IN ASL]
Everything will be okay.

Okay?

I don't give a shit.
I need both of you now.

Yeah. Call me as soon
as you get here.

Fuckers.

How you hanging
in there, brother?

[GROANS] I need
a hospital, Mase.

MASON: Come on now,
you know that can't happen.

[CELL PHONE CHIMING][SIGHS]

- Yeah, I need the medic.
- SIMMS: You believe this shit?

Both stairwells, fire escapes,
and a fucking elevator.

How are we supposed
to cover all that?

Sal's got a plan.

Come check it out. Look.

They got every exit point.

The elevator,
what floor it's on,

everything except
the fire escape.

Okay, nice.

Look, I'll stay here
and hold point.

- No, no, no.
- SIMMS: Take the fire escapes outside.

- Fuck off, dickhead.
- SIMMS: What the fuck?

SAL: It's my plan.

You fucking go.

[SCOFFS]

Greaseball fuck.

Don't let 'em hear you coming.

AVA: Hey!

How did they find me?

What?

How did they know I'd talked?

They have to have someone
that's working for them

on the inside.

Inside?
You mean inside the police?

FRANK: Yeah.

Did you report it...

You called it in
this morning, right?

Yeah, they have someone there,

fucking mole,
probably in dispatch,

just waiting to let them know

if anyone reports anything
about those murders.

AVA: They knew about me.

They knew I took drugs.

Yeah, because my partner

ran your file,
so they got a look at it too.

They knew what you were into.

Yeah.

That night...

you weren't out taking photos.

You went out looking to score.

I don't use anymore.

I saw your overdose kit
in your bathroom,

so don't bullshit me.

You never beat it completely.

Hey, I'm risking
my fucking ass here for you.

I went out celebrating.

A gallery offered
to show my photos.

I was drinking. Lost control.

[PANTS]
Slow down.

I'm sorry.
I won't lie to you again.

So, why did you wait two days
before you called it in?

I was scared.

One of the victims
was my dealer. Was.

[SIGHS] Okay.

[SNIFFLES]

I don't even know your name.

My name is F-R-A-N-P.

[CHUCKLES]

"K," not "P." "K."

Thanks.[AVA CHUCKLES]

I'm A-V-A.

I know.

We need to find a phone.

How many people
still in the building?

Not many. Me. Mrs. Diaz.

Dante.

"Dante."

Fourth floor. Musician. Loud!

Yeah, yeah. I hear him.

But I meant on this floor.

[HEARING AID BEEPS]

AVA: What?

Hey, sweetheart.
You here for the party?

MEDIC: Which room?

Ten-G.

Elevator's that way.

- Mother Teresa's on her way up.
- MASON: Good.

Farrell's on his way, too.

Have them sweep
from the ground up,

flush 'em out!

[GROANS]

Angel, enough already,
all right?

Help is on the way.

Fuck this fucking guy, man.

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

All right.

[IN ASL]
Dante is on level four, right?

I'll be back. But lock the door.

If you're coming back,
I won't hear you knocking.

Fuck.

[GASPS] Your wallet. Money.

Slide the bill under the door.
I'll see it.

Be careful.

Lock.

Right over there.

[ANGEL GROANS]

MASON: Got a gunshot wound
to the left...

First, three rules.

- No, I... I know the rules.
- One, no names.

[SIGHS]
MEDIC: Two, no details

of any illegal activities
are to be discussed.

Three. I would
only participate in a job

that was agreed
through the broker.

Yes, I understand that.

In return, I will not reveal
any details of the job

to any third parties,
including law enforcement.

Do you agree to these rules?

Yes, yes, I agree to your rules.

Now, would you please
help the man?

Help me get him up.

[SCOFFS]

AVA: Hey!

[WHIMPERS]

- MEDIC: Hold this up.
- What?

- MEDIC: Up.
- Me?

[MASON SIGHS]

AVA: Hey!

Look!

[PANTS]

[CHUCKLES, PANTS]

SAL: Hey, the fucking
infantry's arrived.

- They armed?
- Negative.

- Other tenants?
- Not many.

You get the north stairwell.

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

Oh, yeah, that's good.

Get me a wet towel.

Yeah, sure thing.

Holy shit.

All right, everybody listen up.

They got no phone,

but you better believe
they're looking for one

or the internet.

Find out which of these
apartments are still occupied

and you hit those first.

Jake, Farrell,
clear the building.

Make this clean.
We don't want any witnesses.

BPD. Open up.

MASON: Simms, you watch
the back exit

and those fire escapes.

SIMMS: Yeah, yeah, I'm here.

MASON: Sal,
you contact dispatch.

You make sure that any 911 call

connected to this building
is rerouted to us.

Now, listen to me.

If any of them get out,
if they talk to anyone,

then we are fucked.
You understand that, right?

Everyone's got everything
on the line here,

so do not fuck this up.

[SIGHS]

[GROANS]

[IN ASL] Two more men arrived.
They are police.

Police? They here?

Oh, thank fucking God.

No. They know our guys.
They know them!

I don't understand.

Work together.

The police?

Working with them?

Fuck.

That means they're police.

That means they're gonna
control every exit point,

the lobby, stairwells,

search every floor.

What do we do?

Where does this connect?

Downstairs.
All of them fucking broken.

[GASPS] The elevator.

Elevator? No.

They'll have someone down there.
They'll see us.

Just look.

[HEARING AID BEEPS]

Batteries.

[SIGHS]

We can manage.

We can do this.

Elevator's going up.

Second.

Third.

Fourth.

Fifth.

[ELEVATOR DINGS]
SAL: Sixth.

Sixth. They're on six.

Let's go.

My name...

Wait. Give it time to connect.

Shit, he's on a phone.
It's an intercom.

He's calling out.

[SIGHS]

[PHONE LINE RINGING]

AUTOMATED VOICE:
Thank you for calling.

[MUFFLED VOICE]

FRANK: hostage situation
at the York Building in Roxbury.

AUTOMATED VOICE:
All our operators

are busy at the moment.
Please, hold.

I can't hear anything,
so just listen.

Please contact
Detective Doug Slater,

Department C6,
and tell him to send units

to the York Building
in Roxbury, sixth floor.

AUTOMATED VOICE: All our
operators are busy at the moment.

Thank you for call...

OPERATOR: Bedford Security,
how can we help you? Hello?

Anyone there?

Stop!

Drop your weapon!

Get the fuck down!

Fuck.

You okay?

Elevator, they're going up.

He's going up to seven.

Oh, fuck, he's got a weapon.

He's got a gun.

No, the mag is spent.

That is my gun!

Motherfucker,
he took out the fucking camera.

Okay, I got him on ten.

What the fuck are you doing?

Trust me.

[ELEVATOR DINGS]

Nine! They're getting off
at nine!

Everyone go to nine!

[ELEVATOR DINGS][FRANK PANTS]

[PANTS][DOOR OPENING, SHUTTING]

[MASON PANTS] I'm on nine.

What are we doing?

Getting my phone.

I know where it is.

[GRUNTS]

What the fuck?
I said no gunfire.

FARRELL: There's no one here.

Yeah, but we don't
know that yet.

We're going to check
every goddamn apartment

on this floor. Now, go, go.

[SIGHS]

[RADIO STATIC]
Checking nine, checking nine.

JAKE: BPD.
Anyone home? Open up.

What if someone
is still in there?

You get the phone.

Oh, shit. Don't fucking move.

Don't fucking move.

Don't fucking move. I'll blow
your fucking brains out.

All right.

Your phone's not here.

Just look everywhere.

Don't fucking move.

Don't fucking move.

MEDIC: Put the gun down.

Put your fucking gun down!

Put it down.

MEDIC: Gun down!

His gun is empty.

On the floor or she's dead.[ANGEL LAUGHING]

- ANGEL: Wait.
- All right.

ANGEL: His gun is empty.

It's empty.

Kick it away.[ANGEL CHUCKLES]

You dumb, deaf fuck
with an empty gun.

Shoot his fucking ass!

[MUSIC CONCLUDES][AVA PANTS]

Not part of the job.

What? What do you mean?

Where are you going?
Motherfucker.

Hey! Hey!

They're here right now!
Both of them are here right now!

They're here now!

Right now! Right... [AVA SCREAMS]

[PANTS]

MASON: Angel,
come in. What'd you say?

[BREATHES HEAVILY][TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

Angel, repeat.

Angel, can't hear you.

[CELL PHONE CHIMES]

[IN ASL] Face.

MASON: Angel!

Get his eyes.

MASON: I'm coming to you!

[CELL PHONE BEEPS]
Got it.

[DOOR OPENING][MUSIC CONCLUDES]

[ANGEL GROANS]

MASON: What the fuck?

[GROANS] MASON: Hey,
where the hell are they?

- Where are they?
- What?

MASON: What happened?
Where are they?

ANGEL: I don't know.

MASON: You don't know?[GROANS]

Fuck. They were here
and then they, uh...

I guess they're gone.

Jesus Christ.

[SIGHS] Shit.

[SIGHS]

Why'd they leave my gun?

Why is my gun here?

Hey, hey! What were
they doing in here?

Why did they leave my gun?

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

MASON: Hey, Angel,

what the fuck were
they doing in here, huh?

I don't... I don't know.

[MASON SIGHS]

Oh! My phone.

Fuck, man!
And I just bought that, too.

- Here, take this fucking gun.
- ANGEL: All right.

[MASON SIGHS]

[MOUTHED]
I'm gonna call your cell.

[IN ASL] Phone.

[PHONE LINE RINGING][CELL PHONE BUZZES]

[SIGHS]

ANGEL: No, no. Wait.
He can't hear anything.

The medic was talking to him,
but he didn't hear a thing.

MASON: The man wears
hearing aids, Angel.

He's gonna call 911 and dispatch
is gonna lead us right to him.

MASON: Well,
maybe he's smarter than that.

You know what?

Yes, this is Lynch. Narcotics.

Yeah, I need you to run
a trace on a cell. Yes, now.

Now!

[BUBBLE WRAP POPS][MUSIC CONCLUDES]

[GROANS]
Shh! Shh!

Did you hear that?

All I hear is that music, man.

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

We need to go.

Just go that way. Go, go.

- Really?
- Go, go.

Fuck. All right.

Why?

Just...

[CAR HORN HONKS] SIMMS:
Fuck off, will you?

[CAR HORN HONKING]

You want me to get the fuck
out of the way? Why don't you...

[CAR HORN BLARING] SIMMS: Get the
fuck out of the truck, asshole.

Come on, get out the truck.
Get this bullshit out of here.

Simms, stop playing
goddamn traffic cop

and do your goddamn job.

Where in the fuck
are these people?

Does anyone have
anything at all?

JAKE:
One through three are clear.

Heading up to four. Good.

And can someone
please find the asshole

who keeps blasting that music

and clear him
the fuck out of here?

[MUSIC CONCLUDES]

[IN ASL] It's her home.
Mrs. Diaz.

I help her sometimes
with her groceries.

Okay.

She doesn't even realize
she's being evicted.

[CELL PHONE BUZZING]

Frank, what the hell?
What the hell is going on?

Doug, wait, listen.

I... I can't hear shit.
- My hearing aids are toast. - Who?

Wait.

Listen, Doug,
I'm with Ava Fremont,

the witness, in her building.

Look, she's in danger.
And I am too.

I can't hear a fucking thing,
so I need you to put your face

close to the screen
when you're talking,

Ava's gonna try
to... to read your lips

- and tell me what you're saying.
- Lipreading?

Okay.

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC STOPS]

RESIDENT:
What the fuck, man?

ANGEL: This shit's
falling apart, man.

What if someone
reports gunshots?

- What if they send units?
- No, no, no.

Farrell and Potter,
they'll pull rank,

let everybody know that
we have it all under control,

which we do, okay?

The overdose story
don't work no more.

MASON: Angel,
we're gonna be the ones

that do the investigation.

Whatever we say is
the story is the story.

Yeah, well, what if we just
threaten them instead, huh?

What if, uh,
you know, we tell them,

if they talk, we'll come
after them and their family?

You really think that this guy
is intimidated by us? Hmm?

- I don't know.
- MASON: If someone here talks,

we are done.

And someone will break,
you better believe that.

Someone will cut a deal.

You really think that Simms
is gonna keep his mouth shut,

if it means covering
his own ass?

What about Potter? Hmm?

You really wanna bet
your future on some patrol cop?

No.

All right, then, look, brother,
listen to me, listen to me.

Yeah.

We all got our reasons
for being here, right?

Sal, he's got that...
that house on the Cape, right?

- Yeah.
- You got those Ducatis.

[CHUCKLES]

And me, I got Gemma.

All those medical bills,
uh, her therapy...

So, you really think,
for one second,

that I would give up
on my daughter

because of this...
this fucking hiccup? Do you?

No. No, I don't.

All right.

Then let's go get this prick.

[INAUDIBLE] ...names?

[IN ASL]
Do you know their names?

Names? No, I didn't get
their fucking names.

They were shooting at us.
Gotta be some undercover unit

from a different district.

Frank, you got your piece?

Piece?

Do you have a gun?

No. And they're all armed.
Six of them, two unis.

Dougie, bring back-up.

Hold on.

I'm coming to you
right fucking now.

[CHUCKLES]

He's coming now.

[CELL PHONE BEEPS]

You're understanding me
much better.

I'm trying.

Old dog.[CELL PHONE CHIMES]

MASON: We got a ping.

Holy shit.

Farrell, Potter,
get your asses up to ten.

- Grab your coat. Let's roll.
- Yeah.

MASON: We got him now.

[GRUNTS, GROANS]

Why did they kill my dealer?

Money. It's always money.

They take a cut of every deal
that goes down on their turf.

He probably got greedy.

It sends a message
that they're in charge.

They justify it by saying
that they're underpaid,

that it's a necessary perk
of the job.

They say that they're actually
keeping the crime levels down.

MASON: Hey, hey.

FRANK:
They're just brothers in blue,

keeping the streets safe.

Let's make it look amateur.

These guys, they aren't cops.

They're just gangsters
with badges.

[GASPS]

[FARRELL GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS][TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

[MASON BREATHING HEAVILY]

Clear!

Goddamn it!

Fuck!

All right, move, goddamn it!
Move out the fucking way!

They're going for the stairs!

Yeah, I need another ping.

[IN ASL] Slower.

How did they know we were there?

Fuck.

Your sweater! Take it off!

MASON: Sal, got a ping
in the North stairwell.

They're coming down.
Get in there.

Sal, you got 'em?

Sal! You got 'em?

Hey, sweet. It still works.

- Fucking phone!
- Hey, fuck!

MASON: They dropped it
from up there,

so they're still
in the goddamn building!

[SIGHS] All right, look.

Angel and me, we're gonna start
from the top and come down.

You two, you start down here
and go all the way up,

kicking every goddamn door
until you find 'em.

You got it?

The fuck you still standing
here for?

- Move! Move!
- Go!

Help is coming.

You don't know that!

Tell me.

How did it happen?

Accident. On the job.

In one second...

everything changed.

Not everything.
One thing changed.

I... I can't
do what I used to.

I... I can't be a cop anymore.

Yes. You can.
You just don't know it yet.

[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]

I didn't lose
my hearing like you.

I was born deaf.

But I know loss.

My grandma, she...

She died. Five years ago.

Everything fell apart for me.
That's when I started using.

[SOBBING]

She was strong and fierce.

If she'd seen me, strung out,
she would have said...

"Stop."

You mourn your losses.
You accept how they change you.

"And then, you move on."

[SOBBING]

Tell me what you miss most?

My daughter,

S-A-M...

playing her guitar.

Being able to hear that.

You don't need to.

Every spring,
I go to the Boston Pops.

[CHUCKLES] Why?

To watch. The feeling.

The musicians.

The audience, to see their joy.

It's enough.

Enough to see that, to share it.

One missing piece
doesn't make you any less whole.

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

[MUSIC CONCLUDES]

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

FRANK: It's Doug.[AVA GASPS]

What? He's alone?

He didn't bring back-up.

He's walking into
a fucking ambush.

We... we need to get down there.

How?

Fuck no!

[GROANS]

Okay.

Grab there. Grab there.
Grab there. Climb down.

[IN ASL] That's crazy!

Or we can jump.

You want to go?

You go first.

[BREATHING HEAVILY][SIGHS]

FARRELL:
Hands up, motherfucker.

I got both of them.
The elevator on the sixth floor.

MASON: Keep 'em right there.
I'm coming to you now.

FARRELL: Put your hands up now.

[IN ASL] Jump.

- FARRELL: Hands up! Now!
- Jump.

Hey, I said step back
and put... [GROANS]

[SCREAMS, PANTS]

[FRANK GROANS]

[GRUNTS][FARRELL GROANS]

[GRUNTS][FARRELL SCREAMS]

[PANTS]

[PANTS]

[GROANS]

[GRUNTS, GROANS]

[PANTS][FARRELL GROANS]

[GROANS]

[GRUNTS, GROANS]

[GROANS][GROANS]

[GROANS]

[GROANS][GROANS]

[GROANS]

What the fuck was that?

[GROANS][FARRELL GROANS]

All right, go ahead, hit six.

[DOOR OPENING][GASPS]

Where the fuck are they?

Well, not here, fuckstick.

The stairwell's clear.[SIGHS]

Farrell, where the fuck
are you?[RADIO CHATTER]

[ELEVATOR DINGS]

Farrell?

[GROANS] They're in the shaft,
going down to the fucking lobby.

[IN ASL] Are you okay?

I'm okay. Are you ready?

[GROANS, PANTS]

SAL: Gun, put it down,
slow, slow, slow.

Your gun, slow.

DOUG: I'm doing it now.
I'm doing it slow.

SAL: Where the fuck
is your partner?

DOUG: I'm unarmed. I got no...

- FRANK: Drop it! Drop the gun!
- SAL: Drop the fuckin' gun, asshole.

I will fucking...

- Drop the fuckin' gun!
- FRANK: Fuck. All right.

DOUG: Frank, do it.

Kick it over.

Don't fucking move.

I'm so sorry, Frank.

You weren't
supposed to come back.

Why the fuck did you come back?

You had to go cowboy,
didn't you?

Well, this is on you, Frank.
All of this is on you!

[ELEVATOR DINGS]

MASON: Grab her. Get her!

Don't! No! Please! [SCREAMS]

Show me her arm.
Let me see her arm.

Motherfucker.

MASON: All right, you two,
you get out of here, all right?

The less of us here,
the better. Go, go, go. [SIGHS]

Let's finish this shit.

Don't look at me like that.

I saw an opportunity
to help my family...

the boys.

So, I took it.

And I'd do it again...

Why are you talking to him?
He can't hear you.

He knows what I'm saying.

Go ahead, put her
in the bedroom.

This way.

Sit. Sit!

MASON: Hey, Angel.

Here.

You know what to do with this.
Spread this around.

- Make it look real.
- ANGEL: I know what to do.

MASON: All right.[SIGHS]

Two dead bodies?

How are you going
to explain that?

DOUG:
It doesn't have to be two.

This...

is for your silence.

You understand? Silence.

Think of it as compensation
for your injury.

- You deserve this.
- MASON: Yeah, the fuck he does.

Listen, I'm done
with this asshole.

Hey, hey. Read my lips, okay?

It's either this or it's this.

You do understand that, right?

DOUG: Come on, Frank,
do it for Sam.

If anyone, do it for Sam,
give her a better life.

You know
that's all that matters.

You know what?
You got five seconds.

Five, four...

three, two, one!

All right, I'm in. I'm in.

[SIGHS]

- Oh, yeah?
- FRANK: But...

I want 50K up front.

Fifty?

What the fuck
is he talking about 50?

You must be out
of your fucking mind!

- Hey, come on, come on.
- Hey, let me tell you something, if you think

I'm giving this piece of shit
my cut, you're out of your...

[INAUDIBLE]

Go ahead, deal with him.

Okay. Okay.

But you got some balls, Frank.

Let's go.
ANGEL: Let's getthe fuck out of here.

MASON: Yeah.

You did the right thing.
You did what you could for her.

One less junkie makes
the world a better place.

[ELEVATOR DINGS]

- DOUG: Hey, hey, hey, hey!
- Hey! Hey! Shit!

- MASON: Fuck!
- This fucking guy.

FRANK: Hey! Hey.

[SIGHS][ELEVATOR DINGS]

You said he wasn't going
to be a problem!

That he was going to help us
find out what this bitch knew.

Yeah, well,
just let me deal with him, okay?

No! Get your ass to the lobby

and make sure no one else
comes in the building.

Now, get the fuck out of here!

What do you want to do, Mase?
What do you want to do?

- Hey, Sal, he got away.
- SAL: What?

Yeah, I want you to get
to that fire escape now!

[MUSIC CONCLUDES]

[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING][FRANK PANTS]

Shit.

Hey. Hey!

Come on.

Come on.

Hey. Hey.

[PANTS]

It's okay.

MASON: All right,
everyone, listen up.

He is going to go back to her.

So, Simms, you get
to the fire escape at 11,

in case they try to climb
to the roof or something.

Angel, you get to ten,
wait outside her door.

No more fucking second chances
for this guy.

[IN ASL] You okay?

The Naloxone. It'll wear off.

How long?

Ten minutes. Maybe less.

Ten minutes?

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

[PANTS]

MASON: Sal, you there? I'm in position.

Just going to point it
right at that window.

- AVA: Okay.
- Gonna point it there.

Okay?

MASON: Simms, what's your 20?

I'm on the 11th floor.

MASON: Slater? Yeah, I'm here too...

asshole.

MASON: Angel? I'm in position.

MASON: That means
they have nowhere to go.

[GROANS]

Nobody move!
I'm gonna finish this myself.

Smoke signal!

[CHUCKLES]

Hey. Matches.

[GASPS]
Oh, shit!

[AVA SCREAMS]

[SCREAMS, PANTS]

Okay.[CHUCKLES]

Hey, man, the bitch
is still alive, man.

Angel, push in! ANGEL: Really?

Matches. MASON: I need
a distraction. Push in!

ANGEL: The door's not opening.

MASON:
Then fucking shoot through it!

Fuck!

He just set the place on fire.

ANGEL: Mase! Mase!

Hey, man, you got
a plan here or what?

MASON: Just stay put.
They're trapped. Fuck.

The smoke is gonna
push 'em right to me.

Shit.

- Hey, man, what's going on?
- Fuckin' audience here.

Oh, fuck.

Shit. What are
we doing here, Mase?

[SIRENS BLARING]

Fuck this. I'm out of here.

Mason, the fuck are you... Fuck it.

Mase, get the fuck out
of there, man.

[MASON GROANS, COUGHS]

SAL: Enjoy the show, folks.

[MASON COUGHS]

Mase, what do you
want to do, man, huh?

Mase!

Ah, fuck it.

[SCREAMS]

What the fuck?

[PANTS]

FRANK: Hey, motherfucker!

[GROANS, SCREAMS]

[GROANS]

You okay? Okay, come on.

[SIRENS BLARING][INDISTINCT CHATTER]

What the fuck is going on?

This is a shit show.
We're out of here.

It's fallen the fuck apart.

Hey! Hey!

Hey. Just let him go.
Let's get out of here.

[GUNSHOT]

[AVA PANTS]

DOUG: Frank!

[GASPS][GUNSHOT]

DOUG: Holy Christ!
What the fuck are you doing?

Hey! I can't fucking see!

Now, where'd they go?

DOUG: They're down there,
last door!

[IN ASL] Speakers.

[GUNSHOTS]

[GRUNTS, PANTS][PANTS]

[GROANS] All right,
all right, finish him.

Fuck you. Why me?

Hey, you got him into this,
so you fucking finish him!

[GROANS][MASON PANTS]

Oh, fuck.

[GROANS]

Frank?

[DEATH METAL MUSIC PLAYING]

Oh, you stupid fuck.

[MUSIC STOPS][PANTS]

[CYMBAL CLATTERS]

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

Ava! Ava!

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

[MUSIC CONCLUDES][GASPS, GROANS]

[PANTS, GROANS][SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]

[GROANS]

Help! Help!

She's ODing!

PARAMEDIC: Watch her head!
Watch her head!

Pupils are pinpoint.
Start bagging her right now.

Clear!

Clear!

[MUSIC CONCLUDES]

[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]

SAM: ♪ Ooh

♪ I feel it all, I feel it all

♪ I feel it all, I feel it all

♪ I know more
Than I knew before ♪

♪ I know more
Than I knew before ♪

♪ Ooh, I'll be the one

♪ Who'll break my heart ♪

♪ I'll be the one
To hold the gun ♪

[MUSIC STOPS]

[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC CONCLUDES]

[END THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC CONCLUDES]