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All right.

Goddamn fame.

That's an understatement.

He's a good man, though.

Right?

Good cop.

Relax, Chase, man. I got this.

Start taking this shit seriously. I do take this seriously, all right?

I'm not a fucking kid.

You don't know.

When are you gonna start cutting me some slack, anyway?

What did I tell you? All that rip -and -run bullshit back in patrol? Don't play

up here. This is the Major Kate Squad. This ain't no fucking game. Yeah, I

I know. Remember the plan?

Yeah.

You remember everything I taught you? Of course.

Always look him in the eye.

Don't look back.

I know the drill, man. I know the drill.

Just

perfect.

It's a little early to be drinking, even for you, don't you think?

Let's go ahead and push my buttons today.

Sean!

Right now is not the time, all right?

You know, every cop we bury is on your department's head.

Every plea bargain, every lost case, every lost cop.

Why don't you go bag one for yourself?

Maybe if your department made one clean arrest, we wouldn't have to put him back

on the... Enough!

We're burying one of our own today. I'm not going to let you disrespect his

memory with this bullshit.

Sorry.

I'm sorry, Chase.

He was just young.

He was too goddamn young.

You know

what

the real problem is?

We can't do anything to solve this shit.

Every crim, every perp we bring in.

Let's make a damn difference.

You don't really believe that, do you?

Right, I do.

No.

Like a hydra.

What? No more drinks for us, for Tibbs? The damn hydra.

What the hell are you talking about?

Greek mythology.

Uneducated fucking...

You know, a Hydra woman was one of the fiercest creatures that ever lived.

You know, once she cut his head off, two more would grow back and take his life.

Two?

Fascinating shit.

I'm saying that no matter who we process, there's going to be two people

to take his life.

There's a real problem with that guy that we can't touch.

The one's the feds.

The feds.

Supposed to be taken down.

You talking about the crooked politicians, the commissioners, the

lawyers on the tape?

Gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen.

You know, every cop deals with this at some point.

You know, no matter how hard we work, no matter how many perks we put behind

bars, it's not going to be enough.

You know, it didn't used to be this way.

You should be able to rough him up a little bit. You should be able to beat a

confession out of a guy.

You know, there's nothing in this town that couldn't be called in 20 feet.

What are you saying?

I'm saying that he's right.

Shit around here ain't never gonna change. Not the fucked up way we're

do it now.

But that's all we can do.

I mean, we're the police.

We have to play by the rules.

Come on, gentlemen.

We're not gonna save the world until tonight.

I should probably get home myself.

Don't stay out too late.

The world doesn't stop.

So, are you

serious about what you were saying before?

No, man.

It's just talk. Nothing to be taken fucking seriously.

I used to feel the same way.

What, you're drunk?

I deal with sick.

Things around here ain't never gonna change.

Maybe it's not the system that made the change.

Maybe we do.

All right, man.

I see where you're going with that.

I do, and I appreciate it, but...

All you're hearing right now, man, is just years of frustration coming up to

top.

Shit, you know the fucking drill better than I do.

He stuck on the shit end of the stick every fucking day on this job.

Then something like this happened.

And every fucked up thing, every shit sandwich you ever had to choke down,

right back up on you.

But that's just what they...

Just for the day.

It's like a match, Chase.

All you have to do is strike the match and make it

burn.

And I'll take the make it burn.

It's friction.

So we can decide to burn out along with the rest of the people who work inside

the system or

We can do something different.

So the choice is ours.

Do you want to burn out like the rest of them?

Or do you want to do something more?

How you feeling?

Like fucking hammered shit.

Yeah, I'm not feeling too much up on that, but I think I have an idea of what

might make us feel when we're done.

Where are we going?

Call my lead.

Keep my tail stuck.

Wait a minute, isn't this Del Collins' place?

What are you doing?

Where are you going with this?

What?

Is Del in?

Del ain't seeing nobody, you know.

Is that so?

That's so, motherfucker.

He shopped in here. How do you know that?

So what, do we all design a detective?

I am looking for the lowlife cop killer.

Y 'all had nothing to do with that shit, Cotell. Not a goddamn thing.

Man, none of our boys crazy enough to kill no police, man. I want the shooter.

want him in the next 12 hours.

For what?

What you gonna do?

I wasn't that sad, bro. I really wasn't that sad.

Yeah,

man, we clear.

We crystal.

Yeah,

I got it.

You're still my boy, dude.

So what are you going to do when they call your bluff?

They're not going to call my bluff. Oh, yeah. How the fuck do you know that?

Because we're not bluffing.

Yeah, Roger that.

Copy your last. Let's go with 10 -7 and bucket.

Keitel, speak to me.

Yeah? No?

No. I lied.

Uh -huh.

Thank you.

What did I tell you?

They got him.

Signed, sealed, and delivered.

Where?

The industrial lab.

Where how by the airport?

Chase. This him.

Yo, Chase.

This is him.

Yeah.

That's him.

Fuck man fuck Fuck

I do man the fuck that I do

Fuck you fucking pig

fuck you

That's my boy.

It's like our little idea is taking our life on its own.

No way. That was strictly a one -time deal.

Why stop now?

I mean, who better to pull something off like that than us?

It hasn't worked before. You know that better than I do.

Yeah, but the idea is out.

And we're the right minds to execute it.

They'll never fucking go for it.

They will, Chase.

They will if it comes from you.

I see it.

You want to do this.

You need to do this.

You are the kind of cop who is incapable of not covering your partner's back.

I can see it in you.

What's up, baby?

What's up?

You're here about this kid, right?

What kid?

There's some fucking body that they brought in last night. This kid all

out the back of the head and shit.

What about him?

Well, see, his fucking shoe prints match the ones in that alley where Hughes was

shot.

I mean, they got some blood on them, too, but that shit won't be back for

another couple of days. But fuck, man, I think we got the guy. What's his name?

Dante, asshole, Feldman.

He was right.

Cartel, look at this shit. This kid's been in and out of the system so many

goddamn times, they should have handed him the gun last time they let him out.

We got to do something about this, you tid.

Oh, what, man?

About the fucked up way we do things around here, about this fucked up system

we're all part of.

What might you propose, sir?

What is this exact?

This is how it breaks down, gentlemen.

20 names.

Just like we discussed last night.

Okay, guys, this is how it's going to go down. We take these guys out,

everything else falls into place.

So, uh, break it down for me, gentlemen.

The names are on the board.

Just take a look. I can fucking read, Sean.

What?

Relax.

The work's been done.

There's enough information here to justify killing every last one of these

motherfuckers.

So why don't we just take this information to the DA?

Oh, pet old fuck.

Yeah, the cockless one.

With this kind of information, we could have them brought in.

Do it clean.

Because, Martinez, there's nothing here that wouldn't fall under a reasonable

doubt. Pay attention, you guy.

None of this shit would ever stick in court.

And even if it did stick, it'd be years before he made trial.

And even then, it'd be difficult to get a fucking conviction, right?

That's why we've got to do it this way.

We need to be quick, but we need to be smart.

We have to make sure that none of this shit gets traced back to us.

What the hell is this?

Supplies, my man.

Unmarked.

Unregistered.

Untraceable.

Goddamn. Do I even want to know what you're talking about? Probably not.

The days of flashing the badges are over, gentlemen.

That's gone.

watches, wedding rings, anything that leaves an identifiable mark, that shit

to go.

All you're gonna need is this and this.

The fuck?

What, uh, what happened to an identifiable mark?

I know, but it serves a couple purposes.

One, it lets everybody know who we are.

Two, any other sorry motherfucker who gets around what we're doing...

Keeps them from catching the blade.

Sends a message.

Once the word gets out, it'll spread like a flag.

So, who are these people on this list?

We start at the low level.

Dante Weber, DeGlo, Supreme.

DeGlo, convicted of manslaughter six years ago.

Two felony possession charges with the intent to distribute...

That's right.

Then we work our way up to Solomon and the rest of his friends in the junk farm

business.

Why start at the bottom?

Because if we start at the top...

Then all the small fish come up straight to their positions. We've got the same

problem we started off with. Maybe even bigger. That would make it worse, right?

Because all of the little guys would start fighting.

And then we've got a lot more bodies hitting the street.

Nobody's going to fucking miss it. Dante Weber, Supreme, or Duke Lowell.

Yeah. But gentlemen, there are rules. Rules we need to follow in order to

survive. Rule number one.

Not a word to anyone.

Wives. Co -workers, drinking buddies, nobody.

Two, this is all business.

We never make it personal.

It's already personal, Chase.

We're arguing semantics today, are we? Oh, am I? Fine, fine.

Then it doesn't get any more personal than it already is.

We're not after personal satisfaction here, gentlemen. This isn't about

We're after a greater good.

So, gentlemen.

What?

We clear on this?

when we start tonight.

Tonight?

You guys are fucking crazy.

Yo, this time I need to call this shit up for real. All that other shit.

Some good shit here right here, my man. It's real good shit.

Well, look, man.

But listen. Listen good.

Every week I come to this motherfucking block, I'm getting a little less

motherfucking money back.

They either somebody stealing my motherfucking money, or they stealing my

motherfucking dope.

Man, these niggas on the west side and the east side complain about this shit.

It ain't my motherfucking fault. What you want to do? Them your motherfucking

homeboys. I got nothing to do with it. I got you the dope. You need to get my

motherfucking money back. So what I'm supposed to fucking do?

You're supposed to get him alive with this motherfucker right here. You know

what? I'll tell you what. I'm gonna handle that. I'm gonna handle that. You

sleep good tonight. I'm gonna fucking handle that. I'm gonna handle that.

Bring my money back, punk.

Mr. Motherfucker, may I have my withdrawal now?

Where do you think you're going? I promise I'll show you where the dope at,

Please don't kill me. I got my motherfucking money and everything, man.

sure about this?

Shut the fuck up. I'm having second thoughts. Later.

I just don't know what should be out here. There are problems back there. I

don't know about this. It feels wrong.

You picked a fine time to show us your feminine side.

Fuck you, Keitel.

No names!

We don't have time for this bullshit.

No, it is the time, Chase.

We're just gonna kill this guy in cold blood.

That's the plan. That's always been the plan. Get down!

What the fuck were you thinking? Hey, hey, hey, Sean!

Calm the fuck down.

No.

Chafing Pinkboy has got to get with the program, or one, if not all of us, are

going to be chopped down in the midst of this. Relax, man. He just saved your

fucking life. Which would not have been necessary in the first place if the

riddling kid over there would remember the plan.

Look, you did what the fuck you wanted to do. Don't play fuck -fuck games with

me about it.

But he's not fucking wrong.

I need to know you're fucking up for this, bitch. I ain't got time for these

goddamn distractions.

Your paint's showing.

Shut the fuck up. Pull your shirt down. Are you fucking ready for this? Are you

on point for this, Martinez? I need to know you're up for it.

Martinez!

Yeah!

I'm in.

Good.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

You drive your own car, Saul.

Of course.

You know, I always assumed somebody in your position would have a driver.

Driving is one of life's few pleasures.

I'm not going to pay some kid 50 grand a year just to drive me around.

Don't you think it's worth it, though? Just to have the little shit started for

you? In case.

You spend your whole life trying to make your fortune, and then you make it?

Plop down a hundred grand on a sweet ride just to have some goddamn punk

it for you?

Nah.

No thank you.

That's an interesting perspective, Saul.

We've got a problem.

How big of a problem?

Big enough that it warranted calling you in.

Yeah, we want to keep this as low profile as possible.

What's going on?

It would seem that some individual has been gunning down higher -ranking

of my organization.

I need to know who they are.

That's it?

That's it, Saul?

You're bringing me in here on a fact -finding mission?

Now look, I don't want to tell you how to do your job, Saul.

But don't you think this might be a complete waste of my particular talents?

Are you fucking kidding me?

Hell yeah, I want you to kill every last one of them motherfuckers, man.

I thought that was implied.

I want retribution.

Swift and painful.

Nothing less.

Good. Now you're talking my language.

What the fuck?

What's going on? What's going on? What's going on?

Oh, man.

Rough day, huh?

To say the least.

Yeah.

Tell me, are you thinking of pulling the prize?

Man, I would be thinking this shit every minute and every hour.

Okay.

So what?

Maybe your resolve isn't as finely tempered as you think.

Come on, man.

It's a burden that only good men know.

You think that fucking Sean Keitel sits up at night worried about the

consequences of our life?

Probably not. Hell no.

He's not like me, all right?

Not like me.

He's got the fucked up.

Archaic sense of justice.

Sean's alright.

Sean's alright. He's just got a rusted moral compass.

Yeah, if he has a moral compass.

But he might be onto something. You know, he's got an outlet for every

negative impulse that courses through his body.

Thanks.

Yeah,

yeah, it's right here.

Yeah, it's right here.

Yeah.

Yo, shit is like Vietnam, fire arms, people in town.

We call when the streets call, fuck it's a head zone up like a football.

This the late ponds, rich ponds, dogs eat the flies, do bullets throw like a

eagle. I'm waiting on a show for this.

Man, see what jam I've been doing with all of my house the other day, folks.

I'm telling you, when I'm out here, I know they, I know they like the back of

hand, all of it.

I'm telling you.

I'm not even dressing up. I'm not even dressing up.

Oh, thank you.

Hey, check this out.

Why did it move? Why did it move?

Why did it?

He know you. That's your cousin.

All right.

Yeah, that's the power.

He's out of water.

No, he isn't. Y 'all know him. They don't know him. I don't know him. You

know him.

Barkeep.

Your best agave juice, please.

What y 'all gonna do about it?

Young Lions.

Let's see what's up.

Hey, buddy.

You sure you know where the fuck you at right now?

I love this place. I come here all the time.

It's like a second home to me.

Hold up. This is my shit.

No, you ain't both.

We have a problem about this. I'm just sure we could discuss it like civilized

gentlemen.

Problems? Problems?

Problems? Problems?

Problems? Problems? Problems?

Problems?

Problems?

This shit don't make no fucking sense. Y 'all raid this motherfucker every

goddamn week. Same motherfuckin' thing, keep killin' these motherfuckin' boss.

Y 'all run my shit, can I get -

I need to get up on this motherfucking Alizé Conyac. It's that new shit, nigga.

Man, I already got some of that shit. That shit good.

But on the real though, y 'all heard about Fat Tony?

Man, fuck Fat Tony. Fuck Fat Tony, man.

Man, I'm telling you right now, man. They came in Fat Tony's spot, man.

Blazers, man.

Pistols and everything, man.

Masks, man.

Masks, man. They're two motherfucking hot ones and goddamn masks, nigga.

We can go in there straight OG.

Fat Tony was slipping. He didn't have his shit with him. He ain't on his shit,

nigga. That's why he got fucked up. All I'm saying is, man, we got to be on our

P's and Q's, though, man.

Goddamn Kings like a motherfucking King the motherfucker Fucker just play. I'm

the motherfucking gangsta in this. Yes. Oh fuck up. Hey Yeah, play. Who is this

motherfucker man? I don't know some funny about it. No, that's your home,

Not even with you, man.

Hey, my name is Otis. Hold on. Hold on. Got some more shit like his head. Look

at that. Oh, nigga. What else? What else?

Nah, nigga. Wait, wait, chill. Chill.

Hold on. Chill, bitch.

And what?

What's up, Captain?

We need to talk.

About what?

About a series of murders I just heard about.

You mean zero murder?

No, more like gang -related assassinations.

How many are we talking about here?

At least four.

Maybe more, according to Pendleton.

Wait a minute. Pendleton? Why the fuck are we hearing about this from him?

Why do you think?

He says we're missing obvious connections and not doing our homework.

him. There's been a lot of noise made uptown and a lot of bodies to match.

Come on, Captain. You know Pendleton's just another uptown suck dick looking to

make a name for himself.

So you don't think there's any connection here at all? Sure there's a

connection. Every name on that list has been neck deep in shit since day one.

How do you know whose names are on the list?

You've got uptown. I'm just a thug.

Yeah, well, you're right.

None of these names surprise me.

Every one of them was bound to end up on a slab at some point. So what's the big

problem? The big problem is that we can't turn a blind eye if some gang war

breaks out.

Fuck, if the press gets hold of this, they're going to eat us alive.

How did all this shit get glossed over? It didn't get glossed over. The hell it

didn't get glossed over?

Most of these cases are on the back burner.

You haven't done an ounce of investigation.

So wait a minute, you're telling me I'm supposed to waste my time trying to find

out who capped a bunch of fucking lowlifes when I got real casework to do

It's not your choice to make, Chase.

Our job is to solve murders.

You don't get to choose which ones you want to look into.

Captain, no, listen.

If somebody's taking out the gangs uptown, I need to know who it is.

Now, you and your partner, get your asses down there and do your fucking

Isn't it ironic?

Yeah, what's that?

Cops being assigned to the case in which they're the perpetrators in.

You think this shit is funny?

Yeah. Yeah.

What tipped you off? The giggles and grins? You're a hell of a detective,

Chaser. This is the last goddamn thing we need.

Relax.

Rough up a few low -life motherfuckers.

Induct a couple interviews.

Ah, we're done.

Not that system.

Sure is.

No, it's not.

Pendleton's not fucking going away.

He's gonna stay on our ass about this till we come up with some real suspects.

The DA wants some sacrificial lambs, far be it from us not to give the man what

he needs and wants.

So what do you say?

I think you know what I'm saying.

A framer.

You can't just pin it on anybody.

Fuck. How many names we have on the list? We let the system become the

gravedigger for us and let it bury them for us.

Class of evidence here, a few drops of blood there.

Killing two birds with one stone, Jason.

You know, whatever you're on, you have to fucking do it.

Fucking do it.

Think of it. I mean, splash some names off of the list. The captain and

Pendleton will fall into place where they belong.

Backing us up.

Like I said, whatever you're on, have to do it. Because fucking with you.

Got a pill chopper. Never a fucking dumb moment. Never a fucking dumb moment.

I got your back. I know how to take suggestions.

Yeah, just like old Yella.

And they fucking shot that dog.

Yep, this is Mills.

Hey, what's going on, man?

Oh, nothing. I'm just hanging out.

Yeah, yeah, hey, it's already been filed. Listen, hey, I took care of that

already. Hey, Mills is on the job.

Yeah, this is not... I'm not at work, all right?

Yeah, I'm taking you to some more business right about now.

Yeah, what Christmas the fuck am I in now?

Hang up the phone.

Hey, listen, man.

Jefferson, baby, so close.

Can I call you back?

Thanks.

Something for you.

Attorney. That's why.

Damn, Gibson did twice with the white girl book.

That's all yours, man. Yeah, thanks.

Nice work.

Who is he?

He's an attorney from the west side.

Evidence? Fire alarm in the car, blood residue on the clothes.

Motive? Who knows? Could be anything. I mean, this guy's in for money.

Blackmail. Black market ties got bad.

I guess this goes fine.

Is there any way to tie this guy into the other crimes?

Not yet, but we still have to look at his files and his own things.

Gentlemen.

Worst.

I've got to work for you, Elk. I'm a big boy.

You guys really believe that Jefferson Mills is a killer? And you do not?

Something a little too convenient for you guys?

And the guy's a defense attorney, for fuck's sake. You really think he's going

to put the murder weapon in his own car?

Look, Pendleton, it's as clean a case as you're going to get. We know the guy's

sturdy.

Chase, what about you?

You think this is a little too easy?

Easier than most, but it fits.

I mean, maybe it's not hands -on for every killer.

So why kill his own partner?

Maybe because he was fucking his wife.

Where exactly did you get that little kernel of information?

I talked to the right people.

Well, congratulations, detective. You have just solved the fastest case in

police history.

Look, Pendleton, we brought you an airtight case. What I have here is weak.

a case with no foundation.

What you've got is a murder weapon.

And when the lab boys get back to us, I'm sure we're going to have the DNA to

match. Look, Pendleton, these guys have brought you a solid case. I don't see

why you have to be so argumentative.

Because I know how your department works.

And how exactly is that?

Forget it. Fuck I will. You've got something to say about my department.

I believe your department is corrupt, Captain.

And I think it has been for the last decade.

Now, I don't plan on spending time spinning my wheels here.

There's real changes needed and I intend on making them.

Now your cop's starting?

I don't know.

But I plan on having one hell of a time finding out.

You threw... Not by a long shot.

I'm not alone on this, guys.

The mayor agrees with me.

So does Internal Affairs.

I think cooperation would be greatly appreciated, but I don't think it's

necessary.

So you're going to have to either play ball or get the fuck off the field.

We're walking, boys.

this is going on.

We're going to have internal affairs all over this place.

We have nothing to worry about. It was a clean arrest.

Doesn't matter.

The least of our problems.

You ever been investigated by internal affairs?

No.

They come in here and they make everything an issue.

Doesn't matter what you do right.

matters what you've done wrong.

They investigate every aspect of your life.

Every conversation.

Every person you come into contact with.

Everything you do is subject to their approval or disapproval.

They come into your life.

They bury in.

Like dirt beneath your fingernails.

I take it you've been through this before.

Once.

That was enough.

They come in here and everything that we do comes to a grinding halt.

Departmental procedure becomes like the Bible.

Your ass has to be so clean that they could serve food off of it.

I gotta make some phone calls.

I'm not gonna let this little prick bring the heat in on me.

Holy shit.

We're fucked.

Calm down.

I'm gonna leave my wife.

My kids are never going to forgive me.

Relax a little bit over there. Come on.

You know, I'm not as concerned as Marthier is.

But having internal affairs is like shit, Chase.

I mean, that's not going to help matters.

Maybe we should put everything on hold for a while.

It just ain't headway, gentlemen.

Okay, dumbass here has a point.

I mean, it's obvious that our actions are going to warrant some attention,

right?

Nobody can touch us as long as we stick to the plan.

If anybody has any idea, we limit the hostility and don't talk beyond the

fold. He's right.

We have to stick together. Fuck sticking together.

I just want this whole thing to be over with.

Marty, Marty, Marty, there is no over with.

There is before.

One, two, three, four.

In it together.

There's only one way out of it.

Together.

How do we do that?

Stick to the plan.

Don't you think that's kind of risky?

Some risks are worth taking.

Not this one.

I've already got so much blood on my hands.

You know?

Maybe the solution is underneath our collective what -he -knowses.

Fucking be serious.

Sacrifices have to be executed.

No way. Fuck that. That is not an option. Says who?

Says me.

You're not going to kill the fucking DA just because he's turning up the heat on

these murders. Everybody in this room expected that.

And besides, he's just flexing. He's 500 miles away from this shit. He has no

fucking idea what we're doing.

Chase.

He just took out number 12.

DA is as big a pain in the ass on that board as any of the names on it.

Does that make the man a viable fucking target?

Fine, fine.

So we agreed to put this shit on hold.

No!

Eight names left!

Eight names left standing.

We can't stop until we take out the hole. Not part of the hole!

It's been a long day.

Let's put this shit to bed, and we'll fucking talk about it in a minute.

In the morning.

Calm down.

Calm down.

Relax. Relax.

Relax. Relax.

We should get out of control, Chase.

I don't expect to spend the rest of my career under the watchful eye of Big

Brother.

No, look it over my shoulder. Every five minutes waiting for somebody to knock

on my door with a warrant. This shit ain't cool, man. Look, man, look. It's

gonna go down like that.

I'm not gonna let it go down like that. It's not gonna go down like that.

Tavis, come on, man. Come on.

It ain't gonna go down like that.

There it is. Come on.

Relax, relax.

He's only been dead a couple of hours.

Security tapes?

He didn't want any cameras installed in his office.

I think he thought somebody was going to monitor him or something.

Some conspiracy -driven bullshit.

What about the fucking front door?

Nothing yet.

They're still reviewing it.

You don't see what's going on here?

No, I don't. It's still a little hazy to me.

We bring in a lawyer with mob connections, and 12 hours later, the

Yeah, but why would they make such an obvious move?

Maybe they're trying to send us a message.

This is what I'm having trouble with. The message.

What's that mean?

See for yourself.

You know,

I don't know if this is the right time to ask this question or not.

Do you have an alibi for last night?

Excuse me? Look, don't be offended.

You know why I'm asking? What the fuck is this shit?

Look, things got a little heated last night.

He calls us out, he threatens us with internal affairs.

I could be asking you the same question.

Yeah.

Somebody probably will.

You still haven't answered the question.

I was at home.

Got any corroborating witnesses?

No. What about Keitel?

What about him?

Have you seen him since we left here last night?

No. We'll see if you can find him.

I think we need to have a talk.

Wonderful.

are you on? Why?

Don't fucking play stupid with me, Sean. You're not good at it.

You think I whacked his ass?

I said from the beginning, never make this shit personal. No fucking

And I didn't.

Look, I know you all know that I'm the founder of the Mad Fan Club. However, I

am not the one who had him permanently impeached.

What about the target? There was a fucking target painted on his forehead.

Chaser.

Gentlemen, have we considered this maybe to be retribution?

Hmm?

You know, maybe somebody's on to it. I mean, shit's so public, right? I mean,

everything's out in the open.

Not out of the realm of possibility, but it's just too fucking quick, too fast.

There wasn't enough time.

That quick requires efficiency.

It being that, we just took out Sol's key guy.

Could he have somebody on the inside?

The inside or somebody?

Exceptionally fucking good.

Hello.

Yeah, everything's going just fine.

I've got a few loose ends to tie up.

And then this is gonna be a done deal.

We're so close, gentlemen.

One last big one.

All of the major suppliers are going to be there.

Chase, it's the original plan, baby.

It's the first thing we talked about. This is the last thing we do.

I don't know about this shit.

Come on, reach down, find those two balls, and let's do it. Goddamn, Sean.

Every fucking thing isn't about having balls.

Then what's it about, Tibbs? It's about sticking to the original plan.

I mean, these hits were supposed to be surgical incisions, man. Fine work.

Not fucking shotgun blasts. We cannot go into every ordeal like a bunch of

gunslinging bandits.

Then what do you propose at this point?

We need to focus our efforts on finding out who the fuck killed Pendleton.

No, Mr. Tibbs.

We need to maintain...

Our focus. The earliest we're going to hear from the lab is tomorrow.

Really can't do shit till then anyway.

Maybe Sean is right.

Excuse me.

Maybe we just need to go on with the original plan and finish it.

Damn straight.

Don't you guys think this shit is risky?

It is. All of it's been risky.

He's right. The sooner we end this shit, the better. Look at the work we've

done.

Can't stop now.

Then we finish it.

The circumstances would be down, right?

So we got a deal then?

How much did you say it was?

$300 ,000.

Yo, you short.

Yo, how much, man?

$300.

I had to buy the briefcase.

Yo, man, with my money?

Well, I could bring it to you in a fucking paper bag next time if you'd

Are you fucking with me, man?

The deal was for $300 ,000.

I expect $300 ,000 in this case, not my money short $300 and this fucking

briefcase. You know what?

Fine. For the sake of this deal, I'm going to make this thorough. Yo, what

doing, man? I'm making even $300 ,000.

Yo, I don't want your money. It's not about the fucking money.

Then what's it about?

It's about you fucking assuming that I'm paying for this case.

All right, now you're just being argumentative.

Wait! Wait!

with me.

Detective Sean Keitel.

Good evening, officer.

When I was brought in on this, I thought it was going to be the same simple,

old, tired couple of hits.

Taking out the same old, tired gangbanger wannabes.

Maybe a few of those Jet Li Yakuza types.

But when I found out, it was a bunch of fucking cops.

Can you imagine?

What a fucking thrill this is for me.

This is gonna be the highlight of my career.

I'm getting paid to gut a bunch of fucking pigs.

You know, I'm gonna ask you a few questions, see if you know anything.

You're gonna tell me probably to fuck off a few times.

Detective Sean Keitel, are you the rogue police officer killing off all the bad

people? Why are you doing that?

I went to the police academy.

I helped little ladies cross the street.

I am going to save the community from all the bad people.

Fuck that.

Why don't we just go to the drawing board?

This one.

This one right here.

A bit shiny.

Not enough rust.

Let's see. And this one.

Detective, I'm saving for a guest I'm going to have over later

this evening.

But what shall we do?

Well, fuck me.

Say hello to my little friend.

This is just like Adam and Steve in Scarface.

You know when Tony Montana's about to get cut up into little pieces?

and then his buddy comes in and saves the day.

Tell me, Detective, you don't have a buddy outside waiting to come in and

the day, do you?

Well, then, Sean.

Today's not your lucky day.

at Donald's this whole time?

You're gonna have to get him in the afterlife, Keitel.

Say hello to my boys.

This doesn't seem right.

You know the rules, Martinez. We can't let anyone find the body.

But what about his family?

He knew the risks.

We're just going to sink him to the bottom of the river and forget about

You think this fucking shit is easy? You think I'm going to forget about any of

it? Any of it!

No.

We're going to finish this, Martinez.

You and I.

So I need you to fucking suck it up!

I don't know if I can.

Motherfucker, they killed two of your friends.

They tapped fucking Pendleton.

What is it gonna take for you to step up? What the fuck are you gonna do?

Fuck this.

Chase, too much has happened.

I've gone too far.

I thought I could see this through, but I can't.

I'm not like you.

Everything I believed in is a lie, and innocent blood is on my hands.

I'm sorry.

I can't do this.

Oh! Oh!

The macho type A personality.

You're marching into the lion's fucking den. How fucking typical, Chase.

You don't have a fucking plan.

You don't even have a fucking lick of sense.

You're hoping to shoot your way to the top in one last desperate act to set

things fucking right? You talk too much.

Hey, Chase.

You think this is really gonna work, buddy?

To be honest, I hadn't really thought about it.

What'd you think, Chase?

You were gonna storm in here?

Guns blazing?

Fuck off!

I hate to admit it, Chase, but I'm becoming a fan of your work.

Well, if you're such a fan, maybe you wouldn't mind doing me a favor and let

put a bullet in your boss's head.

Afraid I can't do that, man. He's a paying customer, and I always fulfill my

contracts. But when I think about it, a cop?

Crossing the line, killing off the evil element. It's fucking anarchy, Chase.

I fucking love it. You got purpose, man. And I gotta fucking respect that.

And what's your fucking purpose, then?

Chase, I'm a fucking contract killer. The job is my purpose.

Sounds like you could use a career change.

I gotta ask you, though, Chase.

When's this all in for you?

When are you gonna be satisfied?

When I put a fucking bullet in your temple.

Oh, fuck. So much rage, you're all fucking pent up, Chase.

Oh, fuck.

You out too?

Who makes you think that?

I don't know, Chase. Maybe the loud fucking clicking noise might have given

away.

Why are you protecting these fucking guys?

I told you, Chase.

The man pays well.

Nothing more than money. What, you think I like these fucking clowns?

the fuck is this?

That deal we broke up last night?

Yeah, what about it?

That briefcase we got?

There's a little less than 300 grand in it. It's in the back seat of that car.

So what, you offering me a deal?

How much is he paying you?

Maybe about half that.

Well, I guess I'm making you the better offer.

So did you take care of that?

Almost. What do you mean, almost?

Look, Saul, I've been thinking.

I've been putting my ass on the line, working real hard for you.

I think it's time we upped the ante to say, I don't know, $300 ,000. What are

you, fucking nuts?

Look, man, we had a deal, right?

$150 ,000. Now what kind of businessman would I be if I renegotiated after the

deal's already been made?

That's a good question.

I guess you'd be a live one.

So, we got a deal?

Yeah.

Double what he was paying you.

Give me the fucking money.

All units be advised, Black Durango, plate KMJ365, vehicle recorded 10 -75.

Problem?

Can I have your license and registration, please?

It's not your car, is it?

No, it actually belongs to my new best friend, and he was nice enough to let me

borrow it.

Step out of the car.

All right, all right. You know what? You're out of your car. I'll get out of

car. We'll all be out of our cars. Get out of the car, sir.

Trotter.

Have a look at this.

Put your hands on the car.

Put your hands on the car.

Do not move.

Listen whatever's back there. I'm very sure I can explain it There

are

two

things

you learn when you become a cop Two hard and fast rules that anyone who's ever

been on this job for more than five minutes learns to live by the first No

matter how hard you try No matter how much dope you put on the table, no

how many years of your life you choose to sacrifice, the streets ain't never

gonna change.

My first training officer told me, cops don't make the world a better place.

They just keep it from getting any worse.

What's the second rule?

You can't fuck with rule number one.