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[cicadas chirping]

[dog barking]

[glass shattering]

[dogs barking]

Where you goin', Abe? You're a dead man!

[rock music playing on car speakers]

♪ Jealous cowards try to control ♪

♪ Rise above, we're gonna rise above ♪

-♪ They distort what we say ♪ -[phone alert]

♪ Rise above, we're gonna rise above ♪

♪ Try and stop what we do ♪

♪ Rise above, we're gonna rise above ♪

♪ We're gonna rise above ♪

♪ I find satisfaction in what they lack ♪

♪ Rise above, we're gonna rise above ♪

-♪ We are tired ♪ -[gunfire]

♪ Of your abuse ♪

♪ Try to stop us ♪

♪ But it's no use ♪

[coughing] Motherfucker!

[gunfire continues]

-♪ We are tired ♪ -[man yelling]

♪ Of your abuse ♪

♪ Try to stop us ♪

♪ It's no use ♪

♪ We are born with a chance ♪

-♪ Rise above, we're gonna rise above ♪ -[phone rings]

♪ I am gonna have my chance ♪

-♪ Rise above, we're gonna rise above ♪ -Mateo. Mateo. Colrane and Central.

-Two minutes. -Thirty seconds.

♪ I am gonna have my chance ♪

♪ Rise above, we're gonna rise above ♪

♪ We are tired ♪

♪ Of your abuse ♪

♪ Try to stop us ♪

♪ It's no use ♪

♪ Rise above, rise above ♪

♪ Rise above, we're gonna rise above We're gonna rise above ♪

-♪ We're gonna rise above ♪ -[tires squeal]

[horn blaring]

Oh, fuck.

Fuck. No!

-Oh, fu... -[woman screams]

[siren wails]

[tires squeal]

[sirens approaching]

[man] Oh, shit.

Fuck.

Fuck. Jesus.

Jesus.

[sirens wailing]

[radio chatter]

T!

[soft music playing]

Yo.

[woman] In the baby's room.

Hah. Whatcha doin' in there?

-Crossfit. -Stop.

[laughs]

[chewing sounds]

Dear God, T, what are you doing?

Recreatin' the Sistine Chapel in the boy's room?

I know, I'm completely off the rails, but I freakin' deserve it.

You should be knee-deep in that sofa with some Graeter's ice cream.

Will the Graeter's help me finish the nursery like Paul promised?

Paul is gonna finish this nursery.

Paul said that about the crib.

Paul is gonna finish that crib

-after he finishes the painting... -[chuckles]

...with Taryn on the sofa, out of these fumes.

Now, can we please stop this third-person bullshit?

Language. The baby hears everything. Mm.

-Look here, little man. -[laughs]

Stop it!

Will you please kick your mother three times to coax her to the sofa

so I can get ice cream for the both of you?

"Yes, doctor!"

[both laughing]

That's a very mature response for you, but I am not a doctor.

Yet.

The city is reeling tonight following reports

of yet another high-profile murder,

this time, Assistant DA Joshua Gregory.

The police chief is expected to hold a news conference tomorrow afternoon.

There is nothing organic about that.

-It's all fat. -You want me to take it back?

Don't be a smart ass.

We're here outside Gregory's home following reports of shots fired,

-when investigators got to the scene... -What a mess.

-Great, traffic. -...and discovered Gregory's body.

-In Cinci, this late? Really? -I gotta scoot.

-What about the room? -When I get back.

I'll knock out for a little bit, then dive right into it.

You should just record that and play it on a loop every time I ask.

Rest. Relax.

-No murals, no Michelangelo. -[laughs]

-And I'll be back in the morning. -Okay!

[siren blaring]

Pops!

Youngblood!

Big thanks.

Better hurry up, man. You'll miss it.

I ain't missin' nothin'. Shelter’s overcrowded.

That's why I got this. Keeps out the bugs and the thugs.

Made it myself.

[laughs]

-I appreciate you, Pops. -Uh-huh.

So here's the workflow. Pediatrics in bed one, baseball to the head.

Two and three, gang shootings.

Bed four, mystery man hit by a car.

Good lookin', too.

-He single? -Find out for me.

[both laugh]

Got spent brass and bullet strafing for seven blocks. Same with the blood trail.

Got a destroyed cell phone. Still searching the rest of the neighborhood.

Calling area hospitals now.

[woman] Masterson.

[man] Everybody, give us a beat.

-Jones, make those calls if you can. -Go take this outside.

I came the second I heard the call go out.

[gasps] I--

I tried to stop the bleeding, but he'd already gone too far.

Hey.

-All right. You did everything you could. -[gasping]

Joshua was the only good thing in that entire fucking DA's office.

I know.

Tell me you got something. [sniffles]

Nine mil.

Close range, judging by the powder burns on the wall.

-At least Josh got a shot at him. -Yeah.

But whoever took that round is out there getting cured.

Jones is calling local hospitals now.

Regina, I know this is tough going, but we got it handled.

Why don't you go home?

I've known you a long time, Eric, so I say this from a place of love.

Don't ever fuckin' talk to me like that again.

Regina, Division's got a bug up its ass with these high-end homicides,

and they're puttin' an even bigger bug up ours.

I just want first licks when you catch the motherfucker.

Two hospitals in the area have patients with GSWs.

One had someone picked up a mile from here.

Automobile accident, gunshot wounds discovered post-admit.

-Bingo. Want a ride? -Abso-fucking-lutely. Thanks.

Good evenin', Mr. John Doe. How you feelin' this evenin'?

I'm good too, thanks for askin'. Let's go over your chart.

Gunshot wound to the abdomen, in-and-out.

Two cracked ribs, major concussion.

Huh. It's a good thing you're unconscious

so we can skip all the screamin' you would be doin' if you were...

No, no. No! No! No!

[yells]

[grunting]

Fuck!

-Fuck! -[groans]2

[groans]

[panting]

[Regina] You gave an excellent description of the suspect.

Anything else? Any other details?

No, it was dark. I didn't see much.

[sighs] Okay.

Well, we're gonna get this guy. Don't you worry.

I might have a couple detectives drop by your house in the next day or so.

No. My wife's pregnant, that'll stress her out.

We can't do that. Can't they come here or call me?

-Okay. Whatever works for you. -[sighs]

When is she due?

Three weeks.

Whoa! Congratulations.

Thanks.

Do you have any advice?

Uh, from the person who deliberately decided not to have kids? Probably not.

Okay, so we're gonna transfer him to the prison hospital tomorrow.

We'll be here to oversee that.

What did he do?

He killed a very good man.

That's my cell phone.

You think of anything at all, you give me a call.

Anybody seen Detective Masterson?

-That way. -Thank you.

-Paul, get out of here. Go home. -No, I'm good. I'm just a little punchy.

Listen, no offense, sweetheart,

but you kinda got your ass handed to you tonight.

Go home. Go see your wife.

[bell pings]

Shit.

[sighs]

-[chuckles] -Hey, you.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

-Mm! -[chuckles]

[both sighing]

Oh, what happened?

[sighs] Some guy...

broke into one of my patient's room

and managed to mop the floor with me before I could stop him. [chuckles]

-You got in a fight? -No--

Baby, why would you do that?

When some guy's hammerin' on you, T, you can't really tell him to stop, right?

You are about to be a father.

-I can't do this without you. -Okay. Okay. Okay.

-I love you. -I love you.

Mm.

Now Daddy gotta pee.

[both laughing]

Come on, let me help you up.

-Mm. One, two, three! -[groans]

Here...

-Don't move. -Mm.

[chuckles]

-Uh... Put some ice on that. -Yeah.

[grunts]

-[Taryn] Paul? Paul! -[groaning]

-[high-pitched ringing] -[Taryn screaming]

[Taryn] Paul!

[screams] No!

Paul!

[phone ringing]

[phone buzzing and ringing]

[ringing and buzzing persist]

-Hm? [ringing and buzzing persist]

[Taryn screams]

-Paul! Oh! -Taryn, where are you?

No!

-Taryn? Baby, where are you? -Paul!

[man] This is your fault. You got involved.

What do you want?

For you to listen to me very carefully.

-If you hurt her-- Oh! -[gunshots]

-[Taryn screams] -Oh, shit! Okay, okay! I'm sorry.

-Please! - Don't fucking interrupt me again!

-Okay. Okay. -Listen to me.

-Go to the hospital, get my brother out. -Please.

Talk to anyone, you talk to the police, she dies.

-You fuck with me at all, she dies. -Please don't hurt her, sir. Please!

-[beeping] -Hello?

Taryn?

Hello? Fuck!

[phone alert]

[retching]

[gasping]

[door buzzes]

♪ The bill collectors They ring my phone ♪

♪ And scare my wife when I'm not home ♪

♪ Got a bum education Double-digit inflation ♪

♪ Can't take the train to the job There's a strike at the station ♪

♪ Neon King Kong standin' on my back ♪

♪ Can't stop to turn around Broke my sacroiliac ♪

♪ A mid-range migraine Cancered membrane ♪

♪ Sometimes I think I'm goin' insane I swear I might hijack a plane! ♪

♪ Don't push me ’Cause I'm close to the edge ♪

♪ I'm tryin' not to lose my head ♪

♪ It's like a jungle sometimes ♪

♪ It makes me wonder How I keep from goin' under ♪

♪ It's like a jungle sometimes ♪

♪ It makes me wonder How I keep from goin' under ♪

Rough night?

Wait, are you the nurse who got jumped?

Thought you were a chick.

Yeah, I need to take him downstairs.

-Imaging. -Imaging?

-Yeah, X-ray, MRI. -[phone alert]

Wherever he goes, I go.

[sighs] Whatever you say, officer.

[beeping]

What's that?

-That is his life support. -It wasn't on before.

Well, if somethin' happens to him between here and imaging...

it's my ass, not yours.

So, would you mind gettin' the door?

[woman] ...take him to urinalysis for backup...

-How's the driving today? -Slow going...

[man] They're concerned about possible infection.

They're gonna run an IV, probably for another two hours or so,

and just see how...

[woman] Dr. Smith! Dr. Smith.

[steady bleeping]

[elevator bell chimes]

-[man] It feels all right... -[man 2] Okay.

-Well, it'll get better. -Yeah, I could...

All right, just get your balance.

Either put your foot down or get up here and stretch that leg...

[elevator bell chimes]

[bell chimes]

[steady bleeping]

Where are we goin'?

I told you. Imaging.

-It's lit for P3. -There's a different elevator for imaging.

[Regina] So, I read the jacket on the perp.

You gonna tell me what's not inside?

Abraham Guevara.

Abe and his brother Mateo are street mercenaries for hire.

Currently, that gruesome twosome are freelancing for Big D.

Word out of county is Abe owes Big D for some big dope score,

a traphouse he took down.

And how does this scumbag figure into Josh's murder?

Only Guevara's got those answers.

[steady beeping]

-[sustained bleep] -What's happening?

It's his heart. He's in V-fib.

-Get the defibrillator. -What?

The box underneath!

[powering up]

[grunts]

Okay.

-[buzzer sounds] -Sorry, officer.

-[Eric] Where is he? -He should be here.

This will get you going.

-[gasps] -Shit! Okay, calm down. Hey.

Calm down, all right?

It'll hurt like a motherfucker, but I'll get you out.

-Take it easy. -Where's... [sighs]

-Look, here we go. Come on, come on. -[groans]

You're in a hospital and I'm your nurse, all right?

I'm gonna give you some Toradol and a little morphine for the pain, all right?

The Toradol...

[groans]

All right.

Here comes the good stuff, all right?

Okay.

-And here's the morphine. -Okay.

There you go.

[sighs]

Hey! Hey!

Pull up security footage from the third floor, now.

-Do you have officers on the exits? -[woman] Yes.

-How many? -Six in total.

[Eric] Come on! We gotta see the footage.

I'mma get you out of here, but I need you to walk for me.

My stuff, where is it?

-Where are my clothes? -Uh, your brother has 'em.

-My brother? -Yeah.

[grunts] Right, all right!

Calm down. Look, your brother has my wife!

I need to get you to him to get my wife back.

I want no other part of this shit, all right?

[gasping] All right.

-[sighs] All right. -[elevator bell chimes]

Come on, let's go.

[Regina] Oh, stop!

Right there. Right there, look.

[Eric] Who's that with the suspect?

Paul Booker.

Where is that elevator now?

Uh, bottom floor, parking level three.

-The emergency stop is engaged. -Got it.

-Gimme the keys, I'm driving. -No, I'm driving.

Give me the keys or your wife is dead.

I'm driving.

-Fair enough. -Watch the gun.

Fuck.

Oh, fuck.

-Hey. Hey. -[Eric] He good?

-[tires screech] -Oh... Oh, shit!

-What? -It's them. I'm on 'em!

All right, hang tight. Masterson!

[Paul] Hey, this is my car, not a rental.

-Hey, man, why don't you slow down, okay? -Shut up. Don't be a pussy.

Hey, slow the fuck down!

Get that fucking gun off me before it goes off.

-Put it down! -Shit. Okay, okay.

Hold on.

-Oh, shit. It's a garage! -Shut up! Stop crying!

-There's nobody behind us, slow down! -Stop crying!

[Paul] It's a really nice car.

But you're drivin' it too hard. Just slow down. Whoa!

Whoa, whoa, wait. Whoa! Shit. What the fuck?

-Swipe the other side. -[buzzing]

-No, flip it, try the other side. -[buzzing]

It's not working.

-"Janet." -Shit.

They must've deactivated it. I was usin' hers to get you out.

-Shit! -"They must've deactivated this shit."

-Police! Stop! -[tires screech]

-Down! Down! -[fires twice]

-This is my car, man! You hit a cop! -Where are we going?

-A cop! -I heard you the first time! Where?

I don't know! He said to call when you were out.

If he does anything to my wife or my baby--

-Wait, what? -My wife's pregnant.

Fuck. Get him on the phone!

-Shit. Okay, okay, okay. -Get him on the phone!

[phone rings]

Yeah.

-Hey, you good? -Shit!

Yeah, I-- I fucked up.

-I tried to get you out of there. -No, man, no, man, it's okay.

I'm out. I'm out, all right? I'm okay. You got the flash drive?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah. I got it. I got it on me.

-[horns blaring] -[tires screeching]

[Abe] That's good. Good boy.

You keep that thing close to you, understand?

-Keep it safe. -Put my wife on speaker phone.

-Shut up. -Put her on.

-Shut the fuck up! -All right, all right!

-Where the fuck are you? -I'm in the, uh... In the bus station.

-West entrance. -Wait, listen.

-The woman, she's okay, yeah? -She's fine. She's fine.

She's... She's here with me.

Make sure she's okay, understand?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. What about Big D?

-What about Big D? Did he contact you? - Yeah.

We owe him. A lot.

I know. I'll fuckin' handle it, straighten it out.

Listen to me, put the woman on the phone for a second, okay?

-[Taryn] Hello? -Here, man.

Hello, baby. You okay?

Paul, where are you? What is going on?

-Are you okay? Did he hurt you? -I'm fine, um...

-[horn blares] -I'm comin' for you, all right?

-Hang up. -I love you.

-Hang up! -I love you too, baby. Bye.

Relax. It's okay.

[Paul] I swear to God,

-if he does anything to my fucking wife-- -Shut up!

You do what I say when I fuckin' say, you'll be fine, all right?

-[tires screech] -[sirens wailing]

[phone alert]

-Oh, shit. Oh, no, no, no, no, no. -[winces]

-What? -Oh, my God. I'm having contractions.

-Don't move. Don't move. -I need to lie down.

All right.

-[grunts] -[moans]

-Stop it! Stop it! -No! Let me fucking go!

-[screams] Get the fuck off me! -Stop it!

-Fucking-- -Stop!

-Stop! -[whimpers]

I don't wanna hurt either of you.

So don't make me.

Please don't make me.

[sirens wailing]

-[man] Hey! -[man 2] The whole time last night.

-Yeah! I was tryin' to tell you! -Yeah?

You got it, man. Don't hang around here no more.

Take five!

You got another shirt?

No, just the jacket.

Put it on.

Why?

-Where are you goin' with my shoes? -Just stay in the fuckin' car.

[man] Man, I think you could rehab.

-[man 2] What? -Yeah!

[man 3] Why you gonna do somethin' like that?

Stay in the fucking car, please.

Fuckin' manners, you dick.

[man] Yo, that'll be $70.

[man 2] Forget about that!

[Regina] Why would Booker help a scumbag like Guevara?

The dope score he's sittin' on? That's half a million reasons why.

Nah, he's got a pregnant wife, got a steady job.

He's not the type to throw it all away for a cash grab.

Hey.

Why aren't you telling me how the Guevaras are connected to the DA's office?

Abe's brother, Mateo...

was staring down a ten-year stretch at the state pen.

So Abe offered Josh Gregory a deal.

A flash drive loaded with evidence in exchange for his brother's freedom.

What kind of evidence?

[Eric] The kind that will take down a lot of dirty cops.

Uniform, detectives' division, brass. All of 'em.

Homicide?

Me?

We had to dive into every division.

Joshua vouched for you and I vouched for you, given our... history.

Our history. Oh, you mean us fucking on and off for five years?

You mean us living together? You're an ass.

I just wanna thank you so much for vouching for me,

for all your support with the fucking DA!

Look. You're clean. That's all I care about.

[siren wailing]

What the fuck is this dude doin'?

-Get out. -Why?

'Cause they gave me a piece of shit car. That's why.

Go home, Paul.

What?

No!

[man] No, man, no...

Can't give away my--

-[Abe] Go home now. -No.

You don't wanna get involved in this shit, Paul. Let me handle it.

Not without my wife.

Shit.

-I'm going with you. -First time you ever pull a trigger?

-Yeah, so? -Yeah?

You're shakin'.

You should be worried about that.

Well, go ahead and shoot me.

Shoot yourself.

But remember to shoot the Toradol before the morphine.

Too much Toradol, kidney failure. Too much morphine, you slip into a coma.

But I'm sure you can figure that out, smart guy.

Pick up your shit and let's go...

nurse.

Last call, the 11:05 for Syracuse is now boarding.

All passengers are required to...

-[Abe] Mateo. - Yo.

[Mateo] I'm walkin' in now.

Matty, listen to me. We're comin' in from the Fourth Street side. Mateo?

You there?

You see me?

-No. -You got two cops to your six.

Okay? So keep comin' to me. Keep comin'--

-You're breakin' up. -[distorted] On...

-Where are you? - I'm right here. I'm...

- What? -You hear me?

I can't hear you.

-Keep... straight... toward... -What?

Stop, stop, stop. Stop, stop. Go back, go back.

Turn around. Turn around. It's a trap. They made us.

-Can you hear me? -What?

They're here. Go back to the warehouse.

...here... meet me... do what I... now...

Mateo? Mateo! Oh, fuck it.

[yells] Taryn!

[screaming]

-[Taryn screams] -Abe!

Go! Run!

Keep moving, keep moving.

Go! Go!

Hey! Hey!

Come back! Hey!

[gasping]

-Hey, hey! Stop running, stop running. -No, no, no!

We need to get you out of here. It's not safe.

[man] Watch your back!

-[Mateo] Go, go! -[Taryn] Wait! No!

-Go. -[tires screech]

Black Mercedes.

-Put the seat back! I need to see. -[gasps]

[siren wailing]

[horn blaring]

Oh, shit.

-[tires screech] -[screams]

-Shit. -[horn blares]

Oh, fuck.

[yells]

-[horn blares] -[Taryn] Oh!

-[screams] -Get down!

-Oh, God! -You okay?

[gasping]

Yeah.

Yeah.

-What the fuck was that, man? -Shut up. Let me think.

-What's goin' on? -Get in here. Check this door.

Check this door.

-Fuck. -We need a key.

Camera, camera, camera.

-Don't look up! -Oh, shit.

-Uh... -Come on. I need a shot.

-Get it ready. -No.

-No? -No. No, this stops here.

-I'm not givin' you anything. -Give me a shot,

-or you'll get your own fucking shot. -What the--

If you don't keep me goin', your wife is dead.

I saw on the news about you and your brother killin' the assistant DA.

-Oh, Jesus. -You gotta turn yourself in.

Do you just constantly say stupid shit? You know, I...

I bet you your wife kidnapped herself. Come on.

You're goin' to jail. Everybody knows your face.

You and your stupid brother.

-Oh, is that right? -Yeah.

If I'm goin' to jail, you're comin' with me, pal.

My brother's in the breeze. Hit me.

[sighs]

-[exhales] -[door opens]

[keys jingling]

Thank you.

I'm just doin' my job.

♪ I saw you ♪

♪ And him, and him ♪

♪ Walking in the rain ♪

[yelling]

-What the fuck? What are you doing? -♪ You were holding hands and I'll ♪

♪ Never be the same ♪

♪ Tossing and turning ♪

♪ Another sleepless night ♪

♪ The rain crashes Against my window pane ♪

♪ Jumped into my car ♪

♪ Didn't drive too far ♪

♪ That moment, I knew ♪

♪ I would never be the same ♪

♪ I saw you ♪

♪ And him, and him ♪

♪ Walking in the rain ♪

♪ You were holding hands and I'll ♪

♪ Never be the same ♪

♪ I saw you ♪

♪ And him ♪

♪ Walking in the rain ♪

♪ You were holding hands and I'll ♪

♪ Never be the same ♪

[alarm blares]

No. No. No. No.

-Search him. -What?

Search him.

Weapon. Weapon.

-He's a cop. -I know he is.

Come on.

I want it buffed and polished with a fine chamois.

No streaks.

And the rims detailed.

Excuse me, ma'am. Get the fuck out, please.

-Get out. -I have pepper spray in my purse.

I have a gun in my pants.

What kind of fucking car wash is this?

[horn blares]

[Eric] Take a left!

-It's the opposite direction. -I know. They just jacked a PT Cruiser

from a car wash,

heading north towards Central.

[woman] ...considered armed and dangerous. Code 215.

Last seen southbound...

-Shit, 215? -Carjacking.

-Shit. -Does this piece of shit go any faster?

You were the genius that got a PT fucking Cruiser.

You got the PT Cruiser.

♪ The US bombs cruisin' overhead ♪

Fuck.

-Shit. -♪ There goes my love rocket red ♪

What are you doing?

Oh, shit!

-If you wanna drive, drive! -♪ Shoot it up ♪

♪ Shoot it up ♪

-There! Right there! -Got it.

[siren whoops]

-Shit. It's a cop! -Yeah, cops. Lose 'em.

♪ Blaster bomb bomb overhead ♪

-[horn blares] -Oh!

♪ Amondo teeno giving ♪

-Oh, shit. -Fucking kill me.

♪ Shoot it up ♪

Lose them!

[Paul] Oh, shit.

-Turn, turn! - ♪ Shoot it up ♪

-Jesus. -He's still on us.

I want you to turn here.

♪ Hold me, shake me, I'm all shook up ♪

♪ Go, go, go, go, go ♪

♪ Psycho maniac interblend ♪

When I tell you to, I want you to crank the wheel as hard as you can to the right.

Ready, right?

♪ Shoot it up ♪

♪ Shoot it up ♪

♪ Shoot it up ♪

Now!

Come on, man. Let me call her.

Shit, the phone's dead.

We gotta get off the streets, man.

-Pops. -What?

-Follow me. -Where you goin'?

-Follow me. -[horn blares]

[horn honks]

Hey!

Inside.

We can lose them inside.

[man] Hey, no cuts, man!

-[man] Come on, bro! -[Paul] Come on!

Get back.

Pops!

Youngblood!

[man] Ma'am...

Come on, these boys gon' feel good!

Fuck!

[sighs]

I'm sorry.

For what?

Having a gun on it.

Him. And are you seriously gonna smoke right now?

Oh. Yeah, shit, I'm sorry.

Mateo, right?

Yeah.

Mateo.

I don't know what this is.

I don't even know who's chasing you, but...

I know that none of this is good for me and my baby.

You have to let us go.

[sighs]

He said wait, so we wait.

Why are you doing this?

-Why? -It's what we've always done.

It's how we've survived.

He said everything would be okay.

What if it isn't?

[radio plays] ♪ It's all goin' on ♪

♪ I got it on ♪

♪ Walk by my street ♪

♪ Walk by, walk by my street ♪

Some real Metal Gear Solid shit.

What the fuck is that?

Metal Gear Solid. Solid Snake?

It's a video game.

Sorry, I'm a grown-up. I don't play games.

Maybe you should try. It'd help you with your aggression problems.

-So would punching you in the face. -That's exactly my point.

Let me see it.

[winces]

Put some pressure on it.

-[yelps] -We'll take a better look once we stop.

[groans]

-This guy's not gonna rat us out, is he? -No, man. He's an old patient of mine.

He used to come in with self-inflicted stab wounds

and I made a deal with him.

You know, coffee at the end of every shift--

Okay, all right. This whole fuckin' Hallmark story

is not gonna help us find your wife any faster.

No offense.

You really are a fuckin' dick.

I'm not a dick, you just tell shitty stories.

It's not about the story, it's about Pops!

I don't give a fuck about Pops. "Pops"?

I don't give a shit about you. I barely give a shit about your wife.

-You don't give a shit about anything. -No!

-You're just a big bad man, right? -Yeah.

Yeah, you give a shit about Mateo, right?

Yeah, that's why you're workin' so fuckin' hard to get him back.

[Mateo] This way. This way, come on.

Come on, relax. In here.

Relax. Sit down.

When my brother's here, you can go.

-[ringing tone] -Come on, pick up, pick up, pick up.

-[sighs] -The subscriber you've dialed

-has a voicemail that has not-- -Fuck.

[sighs]

[phone alert]

[distant siren wailing]

[sighs]

God damn it!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Get yourself somethin' to eat, man. Thanks for the help.

[Pops] All right!

[electronic music playing]

[buzzing]

Like fuckin' herpes I need this.

[Abe] Hey, Cheetah, man, I need wheels and a solid.

Cops and Big D want you dead, homie.

You ain't got a fuckin' prayer.

You owe me, Cheetah. Let me in.

[sniffs]

[buzzing]

[buzzing]

-Stay here. -Where are you going?

I'm gonna go talk to the fat guy.

Stay here.

Cheetah, nice piñata, man.

That's Kushie. Knows all, sees all.

Gotta get crafty for these bust-ass stick-up kids.

Who's that?

[Abe] That's the solid.

-[Cheetah] Fuck, no! -[Abe] You still owe me

for the riot in Soledad.

-[Cheetah] Oh, here we go. -[Abe] You bet your ass, here we go.

[Cheetah] You always about that old shit. Bitch, you started that riot!

I saved your big ass. Don't fuckin' forget it.

And who fuckin' went to solitary? I did.

-You owe me, Cheetah. -[chimes]

-[Cheetah] You ain't gotta get into that. -[Abe] No, I aint.

-Kinda shady? -Masterson.

-[phone alert] -Forget it.

-[phone chirps] -It's Booker. He's with Abe.

-Let's go. -You done great.

[Cheetah] We fuckin' all evens up now.

And you make it right with Big D.

Well... that's gonna take a minute, Cheetah.

I can't believe you took his trap down, dog. Why?

Why? I needed the money, man. He wasn't loanin' it to me.

I got other fuckin' killers I gotta pay down, man.

Eddie Ash, Skeet, fuckin' Teardrop.

And ain't a one of them names move as much air as Big D.

Yeah, but I can't have these motherfuckers

-chasin' me and Mateo down the road. -So you rob...

-[phone rings] -...the craziest motherfucker in the city?

[both laugh]

-[Abe chuckles] Yeah. Yeah, I did. -[beeping]

-A'ight. -A'ight.

[ringing tone]

Ah, come on.

-Come on! -[ringing tone continues]

-[phone buzzing] -[Abe] I'mma take care of Big D.

-Don't worry about it. -Yeah.

Why weren't you answering?

Where's my wife?

-[Cheetah] A'ight. -A'ight.

Backup units, no lights or sirens.

[man] Ten-four.

[phone chirps]

Out back. Honda Civic, half a tank.

No Range Rover?

-[Mateo] Put him on! -Tell me where she is and I will.

-You ain't demanding shit. -Hey!

Don't fuckin' say another word. Don't move.

-Shit. -Give it to me. Who are you talking to?

-Give me that fuck-- -Oh!

-Shit! -Get that bullshit outta here!

You shut the fuck up.

-[Mateo] Who the fuck are you talking to? -Enough. Hello?

Put my brother on the fucking phone!

No, no, no, hey, it's me. It's me, calm down. Calm down. Be cool.

-Be cool, Mateo. -Don't fuckin' tell me to be cool.

[whispers] Wait a minute.

This is all bad. Okay? The news, Big D, the radio.

-We gotta go. -Hey, I got it under control.

-We're waiting for backup, right? -It's taking too long, let's go.

God damn it, Regina.

Listen, I'm comin' to get you. We're gonna make some payments

and get the fuck out of town.

No one will be able to find us.

-I need you to stay cool, though. -Oh, no.

-Everything's okay. -We gotta go, now!

All right. Stay put. I'll see you soon.

-You motherfucker. -[phone alert]

What did you do?

I--

-I warned you! -[groans]

[yells]

-[moans] -What's wrong?

I think I'm goin' into labor. Ooh.

-Motherfucker. -I want my wife back.

Well, you just fucking killed your wife, you stupid fuck.

-Police! Get the fuck down! -Get down! Get down!

-[gunfire] -Get down! Get down!

-Get the fuck down! -Get down!

-Hands in the air! -Stay on the ground.

-Hands up! -Get the fuck down!

-Show me your fucking gun! -Stay down!

-Show me! -Don't move!

-Stay still! -They have my wife.

-Get the fuck down. -Okay!

Fuckin' Abe!

-[Regina] Show me your hands, now! -I am.

-Hands up! -Shit!

[Cheetah] No, no!

-Get the fuck down! -[groans]

-Down! Now! -[groans]

All right.

Now, where's the fuckin' drive?

Don't have it. Shoot me, I don't.

Jones, get in here. Search him.

Don't fuckin' move.

Oh, you fuck.

-It ain't on him. -Get his piece.

-Don't fuckin' move. -Give it to me.

All right. Take this

-and close the fuckin' door. -Lewis...

[Regina] All right.

You hear me now?

Okay. Where's the fuckin' drive, Guevara?

I know you have it and I want it.

You gonna make this look like a homicide, too, Lewis?

Just like you did with the DA?

You got there the second you heard a call go out?

You were there all alone.

Christ, you killed Josh.

I'm not goin' down, not for anyone.

Not even you, Eric.

You a cop killer now?

You a cop killer now, Reg?

Well...

Fuck it, then.

Just don't mi--

Oh, God!

Oh, fuck.

Okay.

You think I'm playin' now?

Are you fuckin' stupid?

Where's the drive?

Aaah.

Go fuck yourself.

Unit four, ten-23 at pawn shop.

Okay. Jones!

Get over here.

Okay, I'm gonna stall the units outside.

-Guevara shot Masterson, you shot him. -[sirens approaching]

Booker's collateral damage, got it? On him.

Grab the security camera footage, bag everything else.

-I don't know. I-- -Hey, hey, hey.

This doesn't have to be perfect, just believable.

I got you.

Hey, we're gonna set up a nice police fund for your wife and kid.

-[siren blaring] -Fuck!

[yells]

[moans]

[Abe, echoing] Paul.

Paul.

Paul!

Move!

[grunts] Give me the keys.

[tires screeching]

[crashing]

[radio chatter]

Fuck.

Fuck!

They got Jones.

Okay, get a bus in here, now.

Air evac, I don't give a fuck.

Officers, get your units out back. You two, with me.

God damn it!

Okay, see if you can get a make on the vehicle. Go, now.

Dispatch, suspects fled scene in an unknown stolen vehicle.

[chimes]

[chimes]

-[Mateo] I got something. -Oh!

What do I do?

Roll it up and put it behind my shoulders.

-Okay. -Here.

-[groans] -Okay, lean back.

Is that better? Is that good?

-[sighs] It's better. -Okay.

-Thank you. -All right.

-Hey, can I... -[gasps]

Can I... Do-- Do you mind if I...

[laughs]

He moved. He-- [laughs]

He fucking moved.

[gasps]

Mateo...

Trying to keep this little guy safe.

Yeah. I know, I just can't--

I just can't do anything without my brother.

[sighs]

Fuck.

Well, then you're gonna have to deliver this baby.

You.

And what happens if somethin' happens to my baby?

Do you understand that, then, you are gonna have to kill me,

because I wouldn't wanna be here.

I wouldn't be able to live.

Don't say that. Don't say that. I'm not--

-Mateo. -I--

-I don't want anything to happen to you. -Oof.

I'm in pain.

And I need help.

Please.

-Please. -Okay.

Okay, I'm gonna take you to the hospital.

-Yes, yes, yes. -Huh?

-Yes, yes. -You want me to take you to the hospital?

-Yes, come on. -Okay, okay.

-Let me call my brother first. -No. no.

-I gotta call my-- -No, no, don't call him.

-I have to call him. -Mateo.

-You don't have to call him. -I promise.

-Just take me. -I'll come back.

You stay there, okay?

It's okay, it's okay.

[groans]

Please don't answer. Please don't...

[gunshot]

-[gasps] -[yells] Fuck.

[Mateo moans]

[gasps]

[gun skitters]

[Mateo groans]

-[kicking] -[Mateo] Ah! Fuck.

-[man] Where's the fuckin' drive? -[Mateo] Fuck you.

Oh, yeah?

-[punching] -[Mateo groaning]

Where's the fuckin' drive?

Okay, okay, I got it.

I got it. It's in my pocket.

It's in my pocket.

It's right here. [laughing]

[yells]

-[cracking] -[groans]

[Mateo groans]

[whimpers]

Hey, asshole. You gonna shoot a pregnant woman, huh?

You fuckin' pussy. [spits]

-Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! -Hey, hey, hey, relax!

-I shot a fucking cop. It's your fault! -Not a cop. He's a fucking scumbag.

-Oh, shit. -He's a bad guy. He's a murderer.

-[groans] -If you didn't shoot him, somebody would.

-I never-- -He's not a cop, man.

-He's a killer with a badge. -Oh, shit.

-Gonna get us killed. Wanna see your wife? -Yeah.

-I want to. -We go to the warehouse.

-Just drive, you're not going to jail. -Gonna be sick.

-You did what you had to. -No.

-You did. -I'm gonna puke.

-Don't fucking puke, don't puke on me. -Oh, shit. Fuck!

Taryn!

Taryn!

Fuck.

-[Abe] No... -[Paul] Taryn!

-[Abe] Fuck. -[Paul] Taryn!

[Abe] Fuck.

[Mateo] Abe?

-No. -[wheezing]

-Abe? -Aaah!

No!

No! Fuck!

-[groans] -Help him. Fuck!

-Help him, help him! What do we do? -Uh...

-What do we do? Come on, man. Hey, man. -Okay.

Hey, baby.

He's lost a lot of blood. Uh, take the blanket and apply pressure.

Okay, okay, okay. I got you, good.

I got you, baby. I got you, you're good. You're all right. Look at me.

Look at me. Look at me. You're fine.

They... They took your wife.

-[Abe] Sh. -Where?

-Uh, I don't know. -Fix him, man. Fix him. Fix him.

If I give him a shot, I won't have one for you.

I don't care! Do it, do it, do it! I got you, baby.

Look at me, stay with me.

You're okay, man. Look at me. You're okay.

-Just bleedin' a little bit, all right? -He's lost a lot of blood.

[Mateo groans]

There's nothin' I can do.

-[gasps] Am I goin'? -No, man, you ain't goin', all right?

-Am I goin'? -Look at me. You're fine, man.

-You ain't goin' anywhere. -I can't feel anything.

-That's okay, I want you to relax. -The pain's gone.

That's good. That's good, all right. I want you to just relax.

Okay, I'm gonna get you all cleaned up.

-I'm here for you now. All right? -Okay.

-All right? -I didn't tell them shit.

-Didn't fucking tell them nothing. -I didn't tell 'em shit.

[laughs] We don't do that fuckin' shit. Hey, look at me, look at me.

Remember as a kid, you were afraid of the dark?

-Mm. -What'd I tell you?

-To close my eyes. Close my eyes. -Close your eyes.

Close your eyes, Mat.

-You're okay. I'm gonna take care of you. -Okay.

-Close your eyes. -Okay.

-Let your mind go, Matty. -[whimpers]

Let your mind go. Let your mind go.

I'm gonna get you outta here, okay?

I want you to relax. We're gonna get out of here.

I'm gonna get you out of here, okay?

Okay, hold on to me.

Ssssh. Sssssh.

Breathe.

I want you to relax and let your mind go.

You let your mind go.

You're okay.2

[sighs]

[sobbing]

You're okay now. I got you, I got you.

[sighs]

Okay, okay. Now you're okay, Mat.

[Paul] You told him he was gonna live.

Yeah.

Why?

I gave him what anybody would want, man.

-What he never had. -What?

Hope.

I gave him hope.

[sobbing]

[whispers] Oh, I got you, Mat.

You're okay.

You're okay.

[alarm chirps]

-I heard about Jones. -Yeah.

We'll mourn later. Right now, I need you on evidence.

Everything seized from the pawn shop gets vouched here first.

And I want to see that Guermo footage before you wipe it.

This is Robbery-Homicide's show now, we don't need Narco buttin' in.

The woman's having complications.

[Regina] Aren't we all?

Bring her in.

You know, there's a pharmacy around the corner.

I know the staff there, I can get you some painkillers.

You got a name for that baby?

We haven't thought of one for him yet.

Him?

Yeah.

[gasps]

-[groans] -Move.

Go.

[moans]

You know, my old man used to beat the shit out of my mother.

Used to do it to her, used to do it to me.

When my brother was born, it got worse.

One night, she got tired of gettin' the shit kicked out of her,

so she shot him in the head when he was sleepin'.

-[chuckles] -[checks gun]

She died in prison.

I raised my brother from that point on.

Where are you goin'?

I'm going to kill 'em. All of 'em.

And what about my wife?

Pick up a weapon, man.

And do what? Go gunnin' for cops?

They're dirty cops.

Which will matter a few months from now in a courtroom,

-long after we're shot dead. -What other fuckin' choice you got?

They got your wife.

Your baby.

Everybody says they'd do anything for their fuckin' family.

Well, this is as fucking "anything" as it gets right now, pal.

Pick up the gun.

Kushie.

What?

The piñata, the stupid piñata at Cheetah's place.

-Oh, the fuckin' camera. -Yeah.

Lewis would've took that shit into evidence.

Yeah, so how the hell do we get it back?

[screams]

[groans]

Can I get you something? Water? Juice?

What is this, a fucking flight? I need a doctor, bitch.

No, I can't help you with that.

[whimpers]

-[groans] -You know, I-- I met your husband.

I can see why you married him.

Did you kill him?

No.

But Paul, or the felon he sprung from the hospital, killed one of mine.

In a way, two of mine.

♪ Aah ♪

♪ Real muthaphuckkin' G's ♪

[man] Man, she was, like, crazy all night, though.

[man 2] Yo...

[man 1] I don't know, man... Yo, yo. Hold up.

What the fuck is this?

♪ Hey, yo, doctor Here's another proper track ♪

♪ And it's phat, watch the sniper Time to pay the piper ♪

♪ And let that real shit provoke ♪

I'm here to see D.

♪ Youse a wannabe loc ♪

-Yo, D! -♪ I hope that your fans understand ♪

♪ When you talk about sprayin' me ♪

♪ The same records that you're makin' Is payin' me ♪

-♪ Mothafuck Dre, mothafuck Snoop ♪ - [man] I see motherfuckin' dead people.

-♪ Yo, and here comes my left blow ♪ -[laughing]

♪ 'Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y E ♪ -I can't believe this.

You got some fuckin' balls, comin' here.

Teardrop called me, said you dropped 60,000 on nigga kitchen table.

My 60,000.

So you're payin' off all these mark-ass bitches, some of them my enemies,

with my motherfuckin' money?

Then you got the sack to show up on my front step.

♪ All of a sudden, Dr Dre is a G thang ♪

Cancel this motherfucker.

-Shoot him. -Whoa, whoa.

I got half what I owe you in that bag.

Show him.

I got better than the other half in my pocket right here.

♪ Every day it's a new rapper ♪

♪ Claimin' to be dapper than the Dresta ♪

♪ Smoother than a bitch But portray the role of gangsta ♪

You got Cheetah bodied.

Even with this little punk-ass interest,

you still wind up in the red, playa.

-Hey, hey, hey. -[all yell] Oh, shit!

-Whoa, whoa, whoa! -Whoa! What the fuck is that?

Hey, man, calm down.

Calm down. It's proof.

It's a flash drive, man.

Everybody, chill out. Chill the fuck out. Lookin' all scared for?

Put the gun down.

Lewis and those three fuckin' clowns from the police commission are all mobbed up.

Murder for hire, drug rips, all kinds of bullshit, everything. In here.

Dirty cops is yesterday's fuckin' fresh fish. Who gives a fuck?

Secret bank accounts, man.

Passwords, access to those bank accounts.

You give a fuck.

♪ Since I got stripes I got the right to rap about that ♪

♪ But niggas like you, I gotta hate ya 'Cause I'm just tired ♪

[chuckles] This motherfucker Wikipedia-ed me.

-[all chuckle] -Shut the fuck up.

-How much? -A lot more than I owe you, man.

♪ Wearin' khakis and mob while you rhyme ♪

Why you ain't just drop that verse when you rolled up?

-This tense shit! -Why'd you get the guns out?

You got the motherfuckin' fake grenade and shit. Get the bag.

Motherfuckers ready to get grimy.

Go on inside, man.

-Hold on, who the fuck is this? -My doctor.

-Your doctor? -Yeah, he's the best in the business.

-Stitched me up. I got clipped. -You a doctor, nigga?

I told you, he's my doctor.

Like a real life road-dog.

The realest.

♪ Motherfuckin' actors, prankstas ♪

That's some cool shit. I like that.

Come on, road-dog. Inside, man.

Motherfucking road-dog.

Come on. Go, go, go, go, go.

Don't you have a family, Lieutenant?

[scoffs] You're lookin' at it. At least, what's left of it.

Right here.

[Taryn gasps]

[Regina] Fuck.

[groans]

Wipe it.

Let's call Paul.

Welcome to Casa del D.

Trying to teach these young bucks there's a world of cinema besides Scarface.

They gettin' the hang of it.

It's Friedkin week on TCM.

[Paul] Y'all some real movie fans, huh?

Catchin' the end of To Live and Die in LA.

My motherfuckin' favorite!

You ever seen it? Anybody?

Anyway... All right, peep this real quick.

Shareholders' meetin'. Dining room.

♪ Ho-la, ho-la, hey ♪

♪ Ho-la, ho-la, hey ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', roll ♪

[phone rings]

-Hello. -[Taryn] Paul?

-Paul? - [gasps] Baby, I'm here.

Uh, wh-- where'd they take you?

I don't know, I'm... I'm here with the cops.

[Regina] Tell him.

Paul...

-The baby's coming. -What?

We're in the same pinch, Paul. Neither of us wants to be where we are.

-No, you killed a cop. -So did you.

We're both just responding to external pressures.

I'm beholden to certain people and how they want things done.

-You saw his brother? Mateo? -Yeah.

Well, they want me to do the same thing to your wife.

They want me to put a bullet through her head.

I don't have to run down my reasons why, or rationalize why I do the things I do.

You see the things I've seen, and tell me how much you think the thin blue line

that exists between you and chaos really costs,

and how much we should all pay for it.

You tried to kill me and you kidnapped my wife today.

Maybe I should check in with you tomorrow.

Your wife doesn't have till tomorrow.

Corner of Forest and Central. You've got an hour.

-So that's the plan? -You got a better idea?

-I got some notes. -You sure my wife is there?

My guy on the inside says she's in Narco.

Evidence building, and that shit's locked down.

Look, is that all y'all need?

Just the pop off and the uniforms.

Can you get that video?

They didn't bust into that piñata, we're good.

So, just for the sake of transparency and shit,

what really happened when you went inside the assistant DA's crib?

Man, they had my brother cold.

He was lookin' at ten years mandatory.

Matty wouldn't have lasted a week inside, so I had to make a deal.

The drive for my brother.

Exchange had to be in person, on the DL.

I went to his house.

These fuckin' dirty cops that Lewis was running, they...

They got the drop, clipped the DA...

tried to frame me for it.

[gunshots]

That's when shit got complicated.

[Big D] Hold up., hold up.

How the fuck the good doctor get here?

I got him out of the hospital.

Oh.

[crashing]

[engine revving]

[Big D] You see this?

Now, that's the type of shit I wanna direct.

-[creaking] -Wait for it. Wait for it.

Not yet, not yet. Wait for it.

-[all yell] -That's it! That's cinema!

That's how you make a motherfuckin' movie!

See? When this shit came out, it should have been number one.

No, motherfuckers wanna see lightsabers and shit.

-This the real shit. Friedkin. -Straight up.

So, when's she due?

Now.

Now?

-Yeah. -Like, right now?

Yeah.

Shit.

-You got kids? - I got eight.

Eight kids?

Couldn't pull out a parking space.

Oh, shit!

Special delivery.

You've been deputized.

That's for you.

Couldn't get the EMT, but hope that shit works.

Wardrobe, baby.

All right, warriors, let's go out and play.

-Yo, come on. -You're up!

Come on.

-Oh! -Oh!

-Let's go, baby! -Five! Check it out. My ball.

-Let's go. -All right.

Red Five, standin' by.

Camera A, get the one.

Get out the car!

-Camera B, two T's. -[man] Copy that.

[Big D] All cameras in position.

-Let's light 'em up. On my cue. -Got it.

[Abe] That it?

Yeah.

All things considered,

the EMT is usually the first to show up.

That's how we'll get you in.

After that, it's up to you.

[phone alert]

[all yelling]

[man] Up here!

Cue the car.

And... action!

Keep up! Keep up!

Whoa!

Flame on.

[players shouting]

Hey!

Shit, watch it!

[laughing and cheering]

Boom!

Yippee-ki-yay-yay, motherfucker!

[shouting outside]

[car alarm blaring]

[man] That's the way we do it!

-Anybody in there? -Check the other side!

Hey! Stay back!

-I need you people to get back! - 911. What's your emergency?

Yes, I need to report an explosion.

Yes, uh, in front of the police station on Clifton and Main.

It looks like people are hurt.

Could you please send help? Thank you.

-Hey, just move over there. -Move back!

Everybody back!

-[Big D] And now we on fire. -[man] Hey, so what's this from?

Assault on Precinct 13?

No, motherfucker. Spartacus, with a dash of Christine.

Ah, okay. All right.

Go get the money shot.

I don't want all that shit on wides, either. Close-ups.

[phone alert]

All nearby units, please respond. Explosion near police headquarters.

Ten-18, urgent call. Ambulance has been dispatched.

[tires screech]

-Come on. -Back it up!

Officer. Look at the camera!

Yeah, whatever, man.

-Right, here... -Just go through.

Yeah, this is a movie!

[siren wailing]

-Officer! -I'm not gonna tell you again.

Here we go.

Doctor.

Officer.

Fuck.

-[groans] -[water splashing]

[door thumps]

[whimpering softly]

-[horn blares] -[siren wails]

-[radio chatter] -[horn blares]

-[woman] Interview me, I saw it. -All right. Coming through.

[man] I'll be the same...

[Abe groans]

-[moans] -Hold on.

Sorry, officer, I'm a doctor.

He's hurt, I gotta get him inside.

A moment, please.

I gotta get him inside. Sorry, officer.

-[grunts] -[screams]

No, no, no!

Hey.

Ah, ah, ah.

Walk. Walk.

Hands.

Hands.

Keep 'em there.

Don't move.

-This... -[Taryn screams]

Hey. Hey, wait!

Fuck.

Get in. Get inside.

Get inside.

[screams]

[groans]

[screams]

[screams] Paul!

Paul!

[Taryn] Paul! [yells]

[Abe] Sit down.

You think killin' me is gonna make any difference?

Do you even know how high up this thing goes?

You'll never be done with it.

Don't you get it?

We don't get to make those kind of decisions.

Well, well, well.

I made mine.

You're fucked.

You're gonna be lookin' over your fuckin' shoulder

for the rest of your life.

Yeah. But you know who's not gonna be there?

You!

[sighs]

Shoot yourself.

According to the fire chief, it almost...

Yo, check this shit out.

-The money shot. -Yeah, we got it.

It's a wrap.

Now, that's a Big D production.

-[man] Put it back! -[man 2] Yo, yo!

And... cut.

-Nice. -Not too bad.

-The flame went... Crazy. -Yeah.

-What happened? -I don't know.

-It was crazy. -Did you see it?

I was walking by.

Hey, you want an Emmy?

I need you to air this.

Her name is Regina Lewis. Detective.

Oh. I don't think I have a cord for this.

I'll-- I'll make it work. Totally got it.

You're welcome.

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Mm-hm ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa ♪

♪ When your world Is full of strange arrangements ♪

♪ And gravity won't pull you through ♪

-♪ You know ♪ -[Taryn] Paul!

All right, baby. I'm comin', all right?

Come on, come on, come on.

Here we go, here we go. All right. Here we go.

I need you to push for me, okay?

Just relax and breathe, all right? Here we go. All right.

You ready? I love you so much. You ready? Here we go.

Look at me. I'm right here.

I don't want to have him here.

I know you don't want to have it here, but we don't have a choice. Breathe.

-Come on. -[screams]

[man on TV] In a surprising turn of events,

we just received new information

on the pawn shop shooting that occurred in the OTR earlier today.

Detective Regina Lewis, part of Homicide Division,

is currently being sought for questioning on the deaths of two officers,

as well as connections to last night's murder...

[man] I want a clean sweep of the whole place. Upstairs, downstairs.

Two teams! All out!

He's gotta be here somewhere.

Once you've cleared a room, lock it up.

I don't want him circling back.

-Let's go! ♪ At the seams ♪

♪ Your reason for livin's Your reason for leavin' ♪

♪ Don't ask me what it means ♪

♪ Who got the look? ♪

♪ I don't know the answer To that question ♪

♪ Where's the look? ♪

♪ If I knew, I would tell you ♪

♪ What's the look? ♪

♪ Look, for your information ♪

♪ Yes there's one thing Yes, one thing that still holds true ♪

[Paul] You ready? Here we go.

-Push. There you go! -♪ That's the look ♪

All right, just relax, baby. Here we go, come on.

-Look at me. -[man] Get down! Get down! You!

-Get down! Don't fucking move! -I'm a doctor! She's having a baby!

-Let me see your fucking hands! -I'm here.

-Do what they say, baby! -Baby.

-Baby-- -Turn around now, or we will shoot you!

Listen, I understand the situation, officer.

But I can't help it. I'm delivering our baby!

-[screams] -All right, okay. Just a minute, baby.

Come on, come on.

I need you to push for me, okay? I need you to breathe. Come on.

Take a deep breath. On three, I want you to push.

One... two...

-[man] Three! Breach! -[crash]

Lewis, drop the gun! Now!

-♪ The look of love ♪ -Put the gun down now.

-♪ It's the look, it's the look ♪ - Drop the gun!

-Put it down now, Lewis. -♪ The look of love ♪

♪ It's the look, it's the look ♪

-♪ The look of love ♪ -Put it down!

♪ That's the look, that's the look ♪

-Put it down, Lewis! -♪ The look of love ♪

Put the gun down!

♪ If you judge a book by the cover ♪

♪ Then you judge the look by the lover ♪

♪I hope you'll soon recover ♪

♪ Me, I go from one extreme to another ♪

♪ That's the look, that's the look ♪

-♪ The look of love ♪ -[Paul] Baby, you're almost there!

Okay? Just try and relax!

Here we go. Last one.

Last one, okay? All right.

-Here we go. One... two... three...

Push!

♪ Sisters and brothers ♪

Our baby!

♪ Should help each other ♪

-♪ That's the look, that's the look ♪ -Here he is!

[sobbing]

Oh, baby.

♪ Heavens above ♪

♪ That's the look, that's the look ♪

♪ Hip, hip, hooray-ay ♪

♪ That's the look, that's the look ♪

♪ Yippee-yi, yippee-yi-yay-ay! ♪

-I love you, baby. -I love you.

♪ Be lucky in love ♪

-♪ Look of love ♪ -[crying]

[tires screech]

-[crashing] -[engine revving]

See that, little man? That's called gettin' wrecked.

-[coos] -[chuckles] Yeah!

-Go back. - No. What?

This is how you toggle.

Okay, okay.

Time to stop exposing our infant son to video games.

Come to the table.

Mama figured us out. We gotta go.

[bleeping]

Are we ready?

-Yes, we are. -Whoo!

Stupid hats and all.

-I heard that. -Didn't say it.

Come on. Come on, little man.

-All right! -There you go.

-Let's get you in there. Come on. -Whoo!

-Oh! -All right.

-There you go. -All right!

-[phone alert] -Aah!

You ready, Puppa?

-There we go. -[chuckles]

Oh!

Yes!

-[shutter whirrs] -[whoosh]

All right, here's to the birthday you'll never remember!

-Stop it! -[laughs]

-I'm joking. -Cheese!

All right, you have to blow it out. Ready?

[both] One... two... three.

[blows party horn]

♪ The lonely street of dreams ♪

♪ Here I go again on my own ♪

♪ Goin' down the only road I've ever known ♪

♪ Like a drifter I was born to walk alone ♪

♪ And I've made up my mind ♪

♪ I ain't wastin' no more time ♪

♪ And here I go again on my own ♪

♪ Goin' down the only road I've ever known ♪

♪ Like a drifter I was born to walk alone ♪

♪ And I've made up my mind ♪

♪ I ain't wastin' no more time ♪

♪ But here I go again ♪

♪ Here I go ♪

♪ 'Cause I know what it means ♪

[gunshots]

♪ To walk along The lonely street of dreams ♪

[instrumental track plays]