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What if I told you that three months ago I died?

Let's start from the beginning.

This city is a ghost of its former self.

Overrun by crime and poverty.

Ruled by an organization

that uses pain and fear to control.

I made a stand against them, and it cost me my life.

But there was something waiting for me on the other side.

And in that moment, I knew...

that this world would never be the same.

Plan on giving me a hand?

This why we don't take calls in this part of town.

We out here for five seconds and everybody...

we already popular, everybody looking.

I thought you Latinos were hard

and fiery and all that.

Yeah, we hard and fiery in the bedroom,

not in a crack alley full of banditos.

Cut the shit and back me up, okay?

- I got you, boss. Take it easy. - Grab my kit.

Okay.

He's barely breathing. We got to move him now.

Okay, I got to get a gurney.

- You got it? - I got it, I got it.

Damn.

You fine as hell.

In shape too.

Hey, whoo-hoo! Earth to Nina.

You want some private time or you want to get him out of here?

Come on.

He's lost a lot of blood.

I'm going to start a morphine IV drip.

Yeah, how are we doing back there, eh?

Damn it.

There's no rush.

He's gone.

Where am I?

In the back of an ambulance.

You were shot and, uh,

we tried to save you, but you died.

Thank you for your help.

I am your salvation.

Give me a reason to spare your life.

I swear I didn't do this. I swear I didn't do this.

It was these fucking guys. These fucking guys robbed me.

Please, I tried to fight them.

There was too many.

I tried to fight.

Please.

I ran. I ran. What was I supposed to do?

There were so many of them.

They had fucking guns.

What was I supposed to do?

I...

what?

Test... I've been loyal to you.

Test, I've been loyal to you.

Please give me time.

Please give me time, I'll make this right.

I'll make this right.

Please, please...

You lost 50 pounds of pure Synth.

That's got to be worth...

a million dollars easy, right?

I'll fix it.

Just give me time.

What now?

You see...

there's nothing that you can do in this world

to make this right.

Test...

But find comfort in this, my brother:

that in your death...

...you will serve as a reminder to all the others

that weakness is not tolerated.

Please, Test...

- You're very proud. - Please, Test...

Sir, it's done.

He won't be causing you any more trouble.

Where's his body?

Dumped in the alley downtown. Made it look like a mugging.

- You sure he's dead? - There's no mistake.

Ray Lazarus is dead.

Good.

I've got some personal matters to attend to.

Take care of this one and report back to Poet.

Ember.

Welcome to Paradise City.

Is this not what I promised you or what?

Do you know how much valuable time I've wasted

waiting for you in this shithole?

No, you want to tell me about it?

A hundred pounds of Synth,

premium grade, just like I promised.

That's good. You came through.

I'm proud of you.

Money first.

Oh, what, you don't trust me? All right.

Yo, G, show her the money, dawg.

We cool?

Yeah.

Nice doing business with you.

No, hold up.

Business ain't done yet.

So check this out.

We gonna keep the Synth and the money.

What you think about that?

You know who you're stealing from?

What he'll do to you and your boyfriends

when he finds out?

Yeah, well, we're stupid. We don't give a fuck.

Hey, dawg, do me a favor, man.

Grab that shit and shut this bitch up.

What the fuck you guys doing? Get her ass!

This it?

Yeah.

This is it.

Hey, if you don't mind me asking, Sarge, why come back?

Why now?

Settle a debt.

I know that look.

But from the sounds of it, you're going to need some help.

Myself and some of the boys from the old unit,

we're still around.

So you make that call,

we got your back.

Semper fi, do or die.

Faithful to the corp.

Watch your six.

You bet your ass.

Whoa!

- Get the fuck away from me. - Oh, no, no, no.

We can't do that.

Listen, I just got done doing a six-year bit,

and I ain't seen nothing as pretty as you in a long time.

I promise I'll be gentle.

Hey!

I'm sure whatever you're looking for...

you can find somewhere else.

Just...

just leave her alone, guys.

Let her go.

You know, you look like you had

a fucked-up night already, playboy.

You know, I think it'd be in your best interest

to go on and get the fuck up out of here.

Oh, don't worry about her. We gonna take good care of her.

I promise.

Scout's honor.

I can't let you do that.

You deaf, motherfucker? Huh?

I said get the fuck up out of here

before I turn that pretty mug of yours inside out.

Yeah, he's fucking deaf.

No, he's not deaf.

He's crazy.

Straight out the VA hospital.

My boys said to take off.

Where am I?

Oh, Christ. You scared the shit out of me.

I can't believe you're alive, let alone awake.

This is my place.

I couldn't just leave you back in that alley

after what you did.

What I did?

I remember killing three people.

You saved my life.

Those assholes were going to rape me

and throw me in a dumpster, so fuck them.

They got what they deserved.

You normally bring strangers back to your apartment

in the middle of the night and strip them?

Depends on what kind of mood I'm in.

Yeah, I just couldn't leave you back there for the cops to find.

A Black man lying next to three bodies in this neighborhood?

They wouldn't even stop to ask questions.

Well, I'm all right.

How is that even possible?

This is not right.

I'm gonna go get something out the kitchen.

Just stay put.

Hey, how did I end up in the alley with...?

With... hey!

Hello?

Hey, you all right?

She can't hear you, or see you, for that matter.

Excuse the intrusive theatrics.

They're a necessary evil, I'm afraid.

Who are you?

Hello, Ray.

Hellborn, at your service.

You and I have a great deal to discuss, my friend.

How'd you get in here?

Who sent you?

And what the hell did you do to her?

Well, she, as you can see, is completely unharmed.

And the question isn't who sent me, Ray.

The question is, how are you still alive?

Now I know that your recollection of tonight's events

may be a little... dicey.

I mean, only hours ago you were dead.

Losing one's memory

is a temporary side effect to the wakening.

It will pass.

What the fuck are you talking about?

You think you can just appear in here and sell me some bullshit?

So if you know who I am,

then you know what I can do to you, right?

Absolutely nothing.

Attempting to hurt me will only hurt yourself, Ray.

What did you do to me?

I gave you new life and near God-like power.

You gave me a curse.

You should be thanking me right now,

not feeling sorry for yourself.

You have no idea what you've become.

Those men you killed tonight?

When you took their lives, what did you feel?

Confused at first.

Then everything started becoming clear.

I wanted to stop but I... I-I couldn't.

That thing inside of you needs to kill.

It's how you stay alive.

You take their energy, their life force.

You absorb their memories, intelligence, fighting skills.

Everything they were, you will become.

You'll have the ability to heal within minutes.

Your muscles will be stronger, your reflexes faster.

- Why did you choose me? - I didn't.

I'm merely a guide.

An overseer to aid you in your quest.

Which is?

To become the beast that feeds on the hearts of evil men.

Time to go.

You don't have to come visit me anymore.

I can see it causes you pain.

Are the nurses treating you well enough?

Yeah, they're fine.

They're not much for conversation,

but they take excellent care of me.

Good.

You know, it is important to me

that you are as comfortable as possible.

I have the best medical minds around the country

working on this.

They will find you a cure for this...

There is no cure, brother.

Why must you torture yourself

with false hopes of a world made whole?

A world where we live happily every after.

Don't be like that, Priscilla.

Not after all this time.

There is always a way.

It's just going to take a little time, that's all.

And in that time,

you will come to accept the truth as I have.

I've accepted is that I am going to die.

And you will be all alone.

I'm truly sorry.

This, my dear sister...

I will never accept.

Love what you've done to the place.

They must have broken in.

Try and make my death look like a robbery.

You're not the only one they've hurt, Ray.

There are hundreds more who have suffered,

and until now there hasn't been a being

powerful enough to stop them.

This is why we brought you back.

How do I find the men that did this to me?

Well, that is a question whose answer you already know.

There's a warehouse up on 87th.

They use it to manufacture Synth,

distribute to their key runners.

One of those guys worked there.

It gave him access to what deals would go down.

They would pose as buyers, rob low-level runners,

sell the product on their own

and keep the money for themselves.

I'm going to shut it down.

They think you're dead.

That gives us an advantage we can build upon.

I suggest concealing your identity.

Is there anything in this dump that can do that?

Yeah.

Hell, yeah.

Let's go, guys, we got to take these barrels out of here.

Testament will have our ass if we don't finish.

How many barrels?

All of them.

Now that was worth the price of admission.

You have truly become an artist, my friend.

Don't touch me for a second.

Ah, I need a fucking cigarette.

Did you find what you were looking for?

Information. Yeah.

And what did you see?

A friend.

- Sir... - Just...

Such passion.

Anyone who can create something like that...

has experienced a lifetime of pain.

And only then can you realize that...

what really matters...

cannot be held in your hand.

I trust this couldn't wait?

No, sir, it couldn't.

It's urgent.

In that case, I'm going to need more wine.

I'm sorry.

That was the most perfect cut of steak I think I've ever had.

Perfect temperature.

Perfect doneness.

You know, even with the most

extraordinary chef in my kitchen...

I doubt that he will ever be able to duplicate that.

Do you understand?

That your, um,

inability to, um, focus...

has taken that away from me.

Forgive me. Maybe he...

No, no, no.

It's the little things that count.

Indeed.

I have something to show you.

One man in a ski mask did all that?

It gets even more interesting.

That's impossible.

I thought so too.

We killed this man.

Made sure that he was never coming back,

but here he is,

making trouble for us.

So there's a question swirling around my head.

How is Ray Lazarus back from the dead?

I would very much like to know that.

I'm sending Gale to pick up one of my runners

who ran into some trouble the other night.

Maybe she's seen something.

Get it done.

Just go ahead and top it off and get it back to her, all right?

- Right. Okay, thanks. - Okay, thanks, buddy.

Ray!

I thought you were dead, man.

I'm glad to see that ain't the case.

Is that what you heard?

No, you just hadn't been here for a few months.

That ain't like you, man.

Look, I need to talk to you.

Privately.

Okay, man, right this way. Come on.

So these people who work for you,

you trust them?

They wouldn't be here if I didn't.

A few of them are ex-cons, but they're decent.

Just men and women that, uh, have families.

They do right by me, so I do right by them.

Got any reason to believe that any of them might be dealing?

What? That red shit I see all over the street?

Yeah.

Nah.

I just patched up the axle on the old bird. Anything else?

Go ahead and mount the tires, that'd be great.

I'll come over and check it out.

Thank you.

I see you ain't changed a bit.

I'm a trendsetter.

She's good for business.

- Yeah, I bet. - Hey...

look, I lost a few recently,

but that's just because they get a better offer

to run with Poet and his crew.

What you know about him?

He's in charge of sales and distribution

for his organization, but he's not the big man.

Somebody else is in charge. Somebody smart. Protected.

Know who it is?

Nobody's seen him.

Why are you so interested all of a sudden?

You want to get in the game?

Nah, I'm just curious.

Curiosity didn't bring you all the way down here.

Asking me some very specific, very dangerous questions, man.

Ray, I've know you for over ten years.

You can't bullshit me.

Don't do something that you might regret.

Look, it's best if you don't know right now, all right?

Look, man, I got to jet. I'll be back.

And, Pogo, do something with your hair, man.

It's all over the place.

Fix it up or something.

I'm about to take it all the way off.

You just wait and see.

It's going to be as smooth as a baby's ass dipped in buttermilk.

- Chicks love that. - Don't know nothing about that.

Yeah, I know.

I've got some clippers in the back, man.

- We'll tighten you up. - Later, Pogo.

What brings you by?

I need to understand...

how a dead man can still bring me so much pain.

A dead man?

Did you kill him?

I was a victim of circumstance.

I was merely a instrument in his demise,

not the cause of it.

Demons that you create,

what will you do when they come knocking?

I was hoping you'd tell me.

Well, let's see what the cards have to say.

Well, what do you see?

A man.

His body is broken, but his spirit is strong.

That's why you chose him.

Brought him back.

How is this possible?

There is an ancient power that exists.

Older than time.

It is neither good nor evil...

but it holds life and death in the palm of its hand.

So he's an immortal then?

No.

This power feeds on energy.

In order to continue living,

he must absorb the life force of others.

And he's not alone.

What do you mean?

Well, there is something here. Something is there with him.

- Something is guiding him. - This power...

can it be taken?

Transferred to someone else somehow?

Yes.

So, what you need to do

is send in your strongest man to break his spirit.

Then you can own his power.

Jesus.

You know what? You don't get to do that to me.

I need answers I couldn't find here.

You save my life and then bleed all over my couch,

and then disappear for not one but two days

without leaving so much as a goddamn sticky note

to let me know you're still alive?

Look, I can explain everything if you just calm down.

And then you stroll back in here

as if you have some open invitation.

- Look, I wasn't trying to be... - I'm sorry.

Don't let the fact that my fucking door is locked

prevent you in any way from breaking into my home.

Enough, all right? I didn't mean to startle you,

and I'm not trying to make your life complicated,

but there's some things happening right now

that you couldn't possibly understand.

Some things I barely can comprehend myself.

Try me.

Poet, your boss, the guy you've been running for.

- I never told you that. - Well, you didn't have to.

He and his men are killers, but there's somebody else.

Somebody pulling the strings,

and I need for you to tell me everything you know about him.

So you're trying to get yourself killed then?

I'm not worried about that.

Not anymore.

Fine.

He calls himself Testament.

He controls all of Paradise City,

and he's untouchable.

Satisfied?

You know what? Never mind.

It doesn't even matter, because I'm out.

I'm getting as far away from this shit as I possibly can,

and if you have any brains, you'd do the same.

I can't walk away, and you're not safe by yourself.

He's taken way too much from this city.

From you, from me.

It's time somebody stopped him.

Why do you care?

What has he taken from you?

Search every inch of this place.

What the hell?

You know this building was built upon a church

that burnt to the ground during the grand crusades?

Hundreds of people were trapped inside.

Innocent men, women and children died right here,

on this very spot.

If you listen closely enough,

you can almost hear them still crying out.

"Help me. Help."

No one on earth is innocent, not even children.

Must we engage in these senseless initiations

every time we meet?

Levity is important to building lasting relationships.

I mean, we are partners, after all.

I trust you'll do your part in finding Lazarus's opposite?

It's already begun.

The fortune-teller was easy enough to convince,

and a suitable candidate has been chosen.

It's only a matter of time

until his death and eventual awakening.

Good.

I'll make sure to keep the path clear on my end.

Keep in touch.

You got to let me know before you come by, man.

I could've had a lady in here.

I could've been knee-deep in the throes of passion, man.

Just moments away from euphoria,

and you guys would've ruined it for both of us.

Were you?

No, I was watching TV and sipping a beer,

but that's not the point, all right?

Not the point. It's about boundaries, bro.

Boundaries.

Look, man, we just need a place to crash.

Lay low for awhile till I figure some things out.

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

You're not pulling this shit on me again, Ray.

Not unless you tell me what is going on.

- Until then, no dice. - If you guys could just,

you know, skip the foreplay and figure it out,

I'm going to make myself at home.

She's making herself at home, Ray.

She's making herself at home. What's going on here?

What does she...? What's...?

Look, she's finishing my beer, Ray.

She's finishing... Thank you, thank you for that.

- That was my last one. - Look, man,

we just need to stay here for a couple of days,

till I end all of this for good.

How was it?

It was, uh, euphoric.

Funny.

She's funny, Ray, I'll give you that.

- She's fun... - Pogo, listen to me, okay?

I need for you to focus right now.

Now, look, a lot of people are about to die,

but Pogo, I need for you

to roll with me with me on this one, brother.

Ray, I love you, man, but...

I got to be all the way in.

You sure you want to know?

Dude, I've got your back no matter what,

but you've got to clue me in.

Show him.

He's not going to take your word for it, so just show him.

Four days ago I was approached by Poet and his men.

He knew all about me.

Knew I was familiar with the city.

He needed some strong runners who could handle themselves.

I turned them down,

but by then he already said too much.

Guess it was way too dangerous to keep me alive, I guess.

Oh, okay, so what does that mean?

- What are you saying? - He shot me.

Ten, twelve times, at least.

How'd you survive?

I didn't.

Okay, I get it.

You're joking, you're joking.

It's funny. I get it. You're joking.

- Right? - I'm serious.

No, no, no, no, no, no. See, I should have known.

You bring a really hot girl to my place

like she's questionable, she's hot.

And you bring her here, work, place of business.

And then it's just... It's too good to be true, man.

It's too good to be true. I get it... What are you doing?

What are you doing? Why are you doing that?

Okay, what the hell?

Look, I know this is a lot to take in right now.

I just need... I need a minute. I need a minute, man.

Look, I'm going to go calm him down.

But look, I need for you to stay here, all right?

You know, I got somebody I got to go pay a visit to.

You expect me to stay here with fake-ass Matthew McConaughey?

Look, I trust him with my life.

If I didn't, I wouldn't have brought you here, all right?

But it's way too dangerous for you out there,

so I need for you to just keep him safe for me.

Can you do that?

I expect to be compensated handsomely

for my contribution to this cause.

Look, whatever it is that you need,

I got you, all right?

Okay.

Pogo, if they find out that I'm still alive,

anybody that's connected to me is going to be targeted.

Well, maybe they shouldn't.

Maybe they shouldn't find out that you're still alive, like...

Okay there's something I've been working on, if...

if you give me a few hours...

give me a few hours, I'll have it ready.

- Okay. - And... you need a shirt.

Good morning, princess.

Time to pay a call.

Ain't got nothing to say, asshole.

Oh, it's not me you need to worry about, pretty boy.

You get to talk to him.

What, you're not going to score me out too?

You like them five-footers? Huh? That's what you like?

Mike.

Ray, is that you?

Of course, man. What you doing here?

Oh, man.

Whoo!

Had a few drinks.

What was that all about?

These assholes said some things I didn't like.

So, when did you decide to come back?

I thought you was done with this place for good.

Synthetic drugs.

You know my sister Carol died from it.

I wasn't even there for her.

I didn't even know she was using.

Hey, yo, Mike, I'm sorry.

That's why I'm here, Ray.

To take out Poet and his whole crew.

Well, you know Poet just runs distribution.

He's not the boss.

How do you know that?

Let's take a ride.

I'll explain more when we get there.

Where are we going?

Pogo's place.

A spot downtown.

You remember?

Yeah. Pogo's still boosting cars?

Nah.

Hey, wait, you driving?

No, I'm on foot.

Well, you're more than welcome to ride bitch.

I'm good, man.

I'll meet you there.

- Suit yourself. - All right.

Has he said anything?

Nah, nothing since we picked him up this morning.

Good. Wouldn't be much of a challenge if he had.

He's nuts, this guy.

We dragged him out of his apartment bathroom

covered in blood.

Ben, he was trying to remove his own skin

with nothing but his fingernails.

Well, it's a good job you got there when you did.

I'll take it from here. Thanks, Alex.

You got it, boss.

Good luck.

You're going to need it.

When was the last time you saw this man alive?

Two, maybe three days ago.

I didn't see him. We spoke on the phone.

About anything in particular?

Yeah, what he wanted for dinner.

Aside from that.

Did he mention anyone's name? Did he seem agitated or upset?

I don't know, man. I'm not a fucking shrink.

Look, this is all I have,

so if this is all you need from me,

I'll gladly be on my way and back to living my life.

Forgive my manners.

My name is Benjamin Poge.

I handle cases that are unique in nature.

Like you and your friend here.

He ain't my friend. Like I told you before,

he rented a room from me for the past three months.

That's it. He paid on time.

We barely even spoke.

That's the full extent of our relationship.

So, whatever you think he's into, I'm not, all right?

From the looks of it, you look like you're into his supply.

Synth, right?

That's what you were using this morning.

That's why your nails are covered in blood

and you can't sit still.

You must be in a tremendous amount of pain

coming down from that high.

Realizing what you did to yourself.

I'm just trying to help you, Evan, and others like you.

So just tell me who your roommate worked for,

and you go home.

Simple.

I don't know who he is or what you're even talking about.

You know what a polygraph is?

When a human being tells a lie,

it comes from deep within their subconscious.

It doesn't matter how they string the words together,

the body will always tell the truth.

It's unavoidable.

Polygraphs record several physiological patterns

such as blood pressure,

pulse, respiration,

and skin conductivity

while the subject is being asked

and answers a series of questions

in the belief that deceptive answers

will produce a response

that differs from the answers that are true.

What does any of that even mean?

By applying oneself,

this skill, believe it or not,

can be perfected over time.

It's how I know you're lying to me right now.

I suggest you tell me everything you know about this man

and who he worked for.

Otherwise, you're going to a mental institution

instead of going home.

Your choice.

Okay.

Okay.

How'd you get here before me?

Uber.

Oh.

What took you so long?

Special gift for Pogo.

The stores were closed,

so I got these from home.

And beers, no less.

I'm going to drink them in good health, my friend.

And I see you're still dressing like a young Willie Nelson, huh?

I see you still shop at Bass Pro.

It's cool.

Mike, I thought you were done with this town for good, man.

- When'd you get back? - Got back a couple of days ago.

Where's Ember?

She's just hanging out, you know.

She's not dealing with everything too good right now.

Yeah, well, the whole world changed overnight.

That's hard for anybody to accept.

Indeed. So, where'd you find this old salty dog at?

He was in the back alley of a bar, fighting, as usual.

Hey, they had it coming.

But, uh...

any one of those rust buckets out back work?

- I need a ride for a while. - Yeah.

For the most part they just need a few things here and there.

If you want to pick the old bird you can, see what sticks.

Just... Winter's asleep, right there in the back seat.

Just try not to scare her, will you?

Got you.

And don't leave a stain on the jacket.

Funny.

There's something I want to show you.

Yeah. What's up?

There it is.

Took me years of work and a boatload of cash,

but she's one of a kind.

What made you come up with this?

Remember that accident I had about six years back?

Yeah, you took that curve going about 85, right?

Yeah, turned my back into a pretzel.

Almost killed me.

So when I got back on my feet, I decided to make something

that would protect me no matter how fast I was going.

Damn.

It looks aggressive.

Oh, she is.

It's a tri-weave fiber.

So you tear it apart,

the fibers, they bond back together.

The inner core is a flexible Kevlar fabric.

Helmet's lined with it too.

It's indestructible.

Look, I can't fight alongside you, brother,

but maybe I can give you this, help keep you safe.

There's a bike?

Oh, yeah.

Damn, Pogo.

You should be resting.

I've rested enough.

Lying there makes me feel like I'm already dead.

This life...

what do you think it means to them?

Absolutely nothing.

They truly have never lived.

Only suffered.

Desperately hanging on to their hope.

A miserable existence.

A fate we should be fortunate not to share.

I'd give anything to be one of them.

To be whole.

That's why I'm here.

I think I've found a cure for your problem.

No.

It'll take a little bit more time,

but I have the wheels in motion.

It's not possible.

I have been examined by every credible doctor in the world,

and the diagnosis is always the same.

There is no cure.

No natural cure.

Look, I can't explain everything right now.

But I need you to find comfort in my words.

Hey.

I will never let you fade.

Like our parents?

How many years did we spend...

watching our mother just waste away?

And our father just standing there.

And all the resources that we had...

he did nothing...

except hold her hand...

and shed tears for a life not yet lost.

I will not repeat the same mistakes.

We won't.

We won't. Hey, we're stronger than they were.

Hey, I believe you can save me.

I believe in you, brother.

Mike?

Kit Kat.

Hey, what's up?

Dang, you've gotten big.

- What have you been up to? - Nothing.

Stuck here with my brother until I find my own place.

Yeah? How's the college life?

Dead.

What? You're not in school anymore?

I got kicked out for setting this girl's hair on fire.

You know that was stupid, right?

You had a way out.

You should have taken it.

Nobody makes it out of here.

And we always come back.

That's what makes us all so dark inside.

But when Ray came back, he was like a new man.

He even got my brother to go legit.

He was always a good guy, you know?

Yeah. Yeah, he is.

Oh, well, let's see what we can do with this baby.

Hey.

I can't go back, can I?

No.

You know what I keep thinking about?

My shoes.

I had some really expensive pairs of shoes at that loft,

and now I can't go back to collect them.

Right.

I can see how this might be a little difficult

to shoulder right now.

But it'll be over the moment I stop Testament.

What if you don't make it?

What if you don't come back?

What will the rest of us do?

Look, Mike, Pogo, Winter, they're not just my friends.

They're my family, okay?

We always protect one another, and I trust them with my life.

Listen, you're my family now.

And I'm not going to let anything happen to you.

Um...

you're touching my leg.

Oh. Oh, no, no, that's...

It's just a way that I could just reassure you

that everything just is okay...

I'm not mad at it, I'm just... Can I get a dinner first?

Or maybe some nice conversation?

Yeah, we can go eat.

We can talk and have a conversation.

Sushi or something.

Whatever.

Hey, hey, hey.

I got some people I want you to meet.

Tay. Rico.

Fellas.

What are you guys doing here?

Hey, man, heard you could use some help.

Hey, your fight is our fight, man, always.

Yeah, Laz, you know we couldn't let you have all the fun.

Well, it's good to see you guys, man.

Oh, this is Pogo, that's Ember and that's Winter.

Oh. What up?

Hey, what's up?

Hey.

Winter, huh? As in the coldest?

- Mm-hm. - I feel that. I like that.

Uh-uh.

My bad, bro.

It's okay.

We did a little recon.

A couple low profile,

staked the place out for three days straight.

The building's two stories high, there's four entrances.

There's about 20 more guys inside.

Five of them be armed with shotguns and automatics.

The rest are runners, so they're not carrying.

So you know the deal, boys.

Let's get these gunmen before they can get a shot off.

Well, that place is locked down tight too.

Yeah, there's a few guards in parked cars.

They're surrounding the place, all right?

Shipments only go after 9:00 p.m.

After that it's pretty quiet.

The building's pretty much ours for the taking.

If that place goes it'll cripple the business for good.

Well, I guess that's where we headed then.

You heard him, boys. We got our marching orders.

Wheels up in five minutes.

All right, let's go, killers.

Pogo?

I got to get out of this place for a little bit.

Whoa, you sure that's a good idea?

Ray said to stay here.

This is the safest place for you.

You always do what you're told?

Jesus Christ.

Remind you of those week-old chitlins, huh?

Yeah, I won't be eating those anymore.

Check his wallet.

Looks like your suspect gave us some good information.

Too bad it's a dead end.

Not entirely.

It's all here.

Factories, shipping routes,

dates.

All the connective tissue

that holds their organization together.

It's right in front of us.

This is huge.

We got to call it in.

No.

Call in the movers.

Have them take care of it.

Everything else stays as is.

You think this guy and those other bodies we found

are all connected?

Possibly.

Unlike the others, this was a precision job.

The other killings were more brutal, personal.

But we count nothing out.

Because unless I miss my guess...

this is only the beginning.

Nice helmet.

Hey, y'all, let him through.

Hey, that shit's dope.

Impressive.

This is BLWC, and I'm Sean Wesley.

Joining me once again in the studio is Robin O'Reilly.

Hey, Sean. Thanks for having me again.

Always nice to have you here with me.

So, Robin, the Synth problem, it's not going away.

What are you seeing? What you hearing in the streets?

It's definitely not going away.

One, I think we need to bring more eyes to Paradise City.

I feel like nobody's looking at Paradise City.

It doesn't make the news. The crime rate's kind of crazy.

But on a local level, you know,

we do have the Almighty Street Team in Bridgeport.

They're kind of vigilantes, but they're helping their city.

We've talked about vigilantes before.

We're not necessarily fans of them,

but the mayor and the city officials...

- Let's go, boys. - Not yet.

Ray will give us the signal when he's ready.

- Chapel, man, let's just go. - What's the signal?

We'll know it when you hear it.

He say how much longer we got to wait?

Until you see a body fall off that goddamn rooftop.

- Hey, you guys hear that? - Sounds like gunfire.

Well, shit. It's go time, then, boys.

Let's do it.

I have a job for you.

Finally.

I'm watching my kingdom.

My beautiful kingdom that I built with my own two hands,

burning down around me.

When I am the one that makes all the tough choices,

I am the one that keeps the wheels turning.

And do you think that he acknowledges that?

Who?

Never interrupt a man's monologue.

I'm sorry.

Where was I?

That he doesn't understand...

Right. He doesn't.

And now I have this...

this walking ghost

decimating my distribution plants,

killing off my men.

And he is messy.

Leaving a trail of bodies that will most assuredly

lead the local PD directly to our doorsteps.

Or maybe Ray Lazarus...

is exactly what I need.

You two,

come with me.

Ember.

We were beginning to worry about you.

Thought you were dead.

I would have been if you assholes had your way.

I make one mistake and you try to knock me off?

Testament's decisions are based on principle alone.

It's scripture to him. You know that.

Now a rule might be a little extreme,

but they solely exist for your protection.

They exist to keep us in-line and afraid.

Is that why you're here? To finish the job?

Dear, you're too weak to die by my hand.

Your friends, however,

have made quite a mess.

Not very wise.

Your boss brought that upon himself.

Don't you get tired of being his weapon?

We are what we are.

My path is set.

Fate already chosen.

You knew this would happen.

Now they're all going to die,

and there's nothing to stop it.

Now, where can I find them?

I'm not going to tell you that.

Oh, you will.

Or I'll reconsider snatching the life from you.

Hello, Detective.

I trust your reason for dragging me into this shithole.

Is it just one?

Oh, it is.

A lot of your men have been found dead in the past week.

- You know anything about that? - I know what you know.

But I'm more than willing to help out in any way I can.

Oh, is that right?

Looks like the buildings that were hit

were doubling as manufacturing plants for Synth.

Maybe those plants belong to you.

Well, I own half this city, Detective,

so I'm sure one or two could easily be mine.

But I know of no such manufacturing of any drug.

Not in my establishments.

- I'm guessing that you do. - Oh.

Maybe you pissed off the wrong guy,

or maybe your old crew just wasn't cutting it enough

and you decided to clean the slate.

If I were killing my own men,

I would be much cleaner about it.

I'd cut them up into little pieces,

dissolve their bodies,

throw the remains into the harbor.

Not leave them scattered around like rats to a dumpster,

now would I?

Is that an admission of guilt?

It's an admission of common sense...

which is more than I can say for your killers.

Your killers? Messy.

In this city, messy gets you killed.

"Killers," as you say. Plural.

Ha!

So you know there's more than one?

No living being could have killed all those men alone

and gotten away with it, now could they?

Simple logic dictates there's more than one.

Look, am I being charged with anything right now?

Not now.

I suggest you focus your attention more on them

before it's too late.

I'll be in touch.

And who are you supposed to be?

- What have you got? - Testament knows something.

I doubt he's actually responsible for the murders,

but he definitely has an idea of who is.

Whoever's gunning for him,

they're working their way up the food chain.

You stay close to him.

Will do.

- Alex? - Yeah.

I just got a call.

A tip from an anonymous source downtown.

They're saying it's a massacre.

- Rooftop full of bodies. - Who all knows about this?

- Just me. - Okay.

- Let's keep it that way until we know more. - Got it.

There's a lot of talk around town about a man in a black suit

on a motorcycle

bringing down all the drug houses in the city.

Hm. Shit.

Never would have guessed you were the guy.

Where'd you get all of this?

It's courtesy of Poet and his runners.

So, what am I supposed to do with it?

Use it to keep your doors open.

Offer a place of refuge to any lost souls that come your way.

Taking from the rich assholes

and giving it to the disenfranchised.

Hm. I can dig it.

Listen, man, I'm not going to sit here and pretend

like I understand why you're doing what you do.

But it's nice to know that someone's out there

fighting for us.

Look, man, do me a favor.

You watch your ass while you're out there.

- Pulse. - You know what I mean.

Be careful.

I made your father a promise, Twitch.

I plan on keeping it.

Well done, boys.

I'm sure he got the message.

This amuses you?

I've just learned that the last of my distribution plants

has fallen.

This time Lazarus wasn't alone.

He had help.

Soldiers, no less.

This vendetta

has become a fucking crusade,

and you seem to be completely

unaffected by it.

Our pipeline is dead.

Production of Synth is no longer possible.

And if you

are not willing to do anything

to remedy the situation,

I will.

You dare pretend to make decisions for me?

This is my city.

Oh, you have power?

You've got power because I placed it in your hands.

And that power can be taken away.

You interfere,

you will lose.

You won't win.

As we speak,

Endless is hunting them down.

And he will bring back

what's left of Lazarus's body to me.

No.

Your delusions will find you buried

along with that so-called army of yours.

And any hopes you had of saving your family.

All of your men

will die tonight.

But my men will not be among them.

For when plans,

the future,

life is in doubt...

a poet gives testament to three words:

"I am out."

All right.

Come on. That's it.

It's impolite to enter someone's home without saying hello.

Even for a ghost.

I am fascinated you can see me, dear.

Such a gift. However did you acquire it?

What exactly do you want from me?

I've done everything you've asked.

Soon you'll have your weapon,

and then you can reveal your secrets to me.

I keep my word.

All of our knowledge and history will be yours

in exchange for help securing the other.

Why is he so important to you?

In due time you'll have the answers you seek.

Until then, I keep my secrets.

I just find it very unsettling

that you would want such an evil man to have so much power.

It's not about good and evil. It's about balance.

There will never be balance. Not in this world.

It's too chaotic.

We'll see.

Mike!

Ray.

Ray. So that's you, right?

I got him.

I got him good.

I know I hurt him.

You did good, old man.

You softened him up for me.

Brought honor to us tonight.

My brothers...

we always were faithful.

Always faithful.

You avenged your brothers.

Your family.

Family.

Carol.

Mike?

Mike!

Lazarus, right?

You look dressed for the occasion.

So am I.

You...

took the lives of my friends.

And now I'm going to take yours.

Oh, I expect you to try.

Before, you were weak,

like the rest of this city.

A lamb to the slaughter.

Look what you've become.

You're a killer now. Just like me.

Only difference is,

I embrace what I am.

You do not.

I fight for the innocent.

To free them from men like you.

Don't confuse vengeance with heroics.

You think putting on a suit and a mask makes you a hero?

Oh, I'm no hero.

But I'm strong enough to kill you.

Now I know everything you know,

including where your boss is hiding.

I can tell.

I'm your power.

You can't run from me.

Run?

Oh, I'm not running.

May as you well

save my sister's life.

What are you doing?

He's half past dead already.

Just take what's left of his life and be done with it.

No.

No?

Do you know how long I've been working on this?

You think power of this magnitude comes without cost?

You had me killed.

Yeah.

Death was a small price to pay for the power you now possess.

You see, the problem with you, Ray,

is you can't see past your own pain.

This is bigger than Ray.

The unity of opposites.

In every generation there's always been two.

It's how we maintain balance.

And besides, what's a few insignificant deaths

along the way compared to millions?

Not insignificant.

Not to me.

I'm done killing for you.

You want him dead,

finish him yourself.

Ray. Ray!

Ray.

You just can't walk away, man.

Ray!

Come back here, Ray!

Interesting outfit, Ray.

I assume it's fitted with Kevlar,

which explains why you're still alive.

- Right. - Unfortunately for you,

these rounds are high velocity,

which means if fired from this distance,

you're dead.

Don't move. I'm tired.

These men were murderers and dealers.

They killed hundreds of innocent people.

Poisoned the entire city.

Took people I care about.

I didn't choose this path. It chose me.

I'm just doing what needs to be done, just like you.

Moments from now, dozens of uniformed officers

are going to swarm on this compound

and arrest anyone who's still left alive.

Including you.

So...

I'm giving you till dawn.

Then I'm coming for you.

In the end,

we were all fighting for the same reasons:

to save the soul of this city.

Old enemies fall.

New ones rise.

But fate has a plan.

And I'm not alone.

There are others out there like me

who believe as I do that we can turn the tide.

This...

was only the beginning.

Iden.

That's your real name, isn't it?

You and I have a great deal to discuss, my friend.

Mike? And the others?

Benjamin.

I been waiting here for you for hours.

- What is it? - I know who's been

committing those murders, and I think I know why.

I think I know who this man is.

And I know where to find him.

He's not a man.

Not anymore.

Marcus!

- Yo! - Hey, what's up?

What's going on?

Me and the homies headed downtown.

Some rich dude named Poet's throwing a party. Want to roll?

- Come on. - Nah, I got to study.

Oh, come on.

You get straight A's, bro.

You can afford to take a night off.

No, man, I can't. My folks would kill me.

I'm going to just head home.

Cool, man. Later.

Y'all be safe.

You too, man.

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