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You know it's a bad idea
to kill a cop, right?

Maybe
I underestimated you.

But it's time
to take you in.

So that's how you see
this ending, huh?

Put the gun down.

Says the guy staring down
the barrel of mine.

They've given me one
minute to reason with you.

They're way out there.

They ain't saving you.

I'm not the one
who needs saving.

Or do you
plan on dying in here?

I been ready for that ever since
I stepped into that bank.

The question is,
are you?

How long
are we gonna do this?

Huh?

It's over.

Your boys out
there look antsy.

They want some
of my blood!

Tell me where to look.

I honestly
don't have a clue.

I'm done
playing with you.

Finally something
we both can agree on.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You nervous?

Anxious is a better word.

Mmm, well, coffee was
a smart choice then.

You want some breakfast?

If I didn't know any better, I'd think
you were trying to keep me here.

Hmm.

No one says
you have to go back today.

Looks like I'm not
the nervous one.

I'll tell you what.

Try thinking about where you'd
like to go once we get our boat.

And you try thinking about
getting through today first.

Hey, Gary.

You fucking bitch!

Hey.

So.

Where you off to so early?

Well, I've got a jumper.

Oh. Need me to come with?

On your first day back?

You need to take it slow.

Questioning my judgment
already, huh?

Look, I took it easy on you.

Any other therapist would've
spent years treating you.

Well, thank God I'm done
with all that therapy.

You know I can see through
your BS, right?

What? I'm fine.

You don't always have to
put your guard up with me.

Look, I'm just saying...

I'm here too.

It's appreciated.

Well...

Better get in there. Randolph's
waiting to make it official.

Ah, let him wait.

All right. Well, don't
make any lunch plans.

I'm gonna call you
when this is over.

Hmm.

Hey, Doc.

Thanks for letting me
protect and serve again.

You know,
I'm not your doctor anymore.

You look rested.

Time off will do that.

Yeah.

And Connie?

She needed me to figure out
a few things, so I did.

Never too easy
living with a cop, right?

Oh, yeah.

Amen to that. Mm-hmm.

Then I guess it's a good thing
you did get all that rest.

I know you're not happy about the
way things went down, but, um...

The past is the past.

Easier said when you weren't
the department's punching bag.

I did all I could do.

And I hope we're past
all that now.

Welcome home.

- Look who's back.
- Woot-woot!

You lose some weight?

Ah, he looks fatter
to me.

You guys got something you wanna
get off your little chests?

It's not our place.

It's cap's call.

I just didn't expect to see you
back in the saddle so soon.

Well, I am.

So catch me up.

We've had a flurry of meth
traffic on the north side.

Hold on.
Give it a break, Jacobs.

This is not
the pressing issue at hand.

What we need to know is how you could
spend six months alone with Connie.

Oh, she'd drive me crazy.
What?

Staring at my wife that long
would send me over the top.

That's probably why
you're divorced.

Well...

I'd gladly take another bullet
before I'd ever get married again.

Oh, Jesus. How many times
we gotta hear the story?

And that bullet
barely grazed you.

So, uh, Mike,
where'd you guys go on vacation?

Mexico? You do some salsa?

You know, it's technically
not a vacation

when the department forces
you to go on one, right?

Oh. Sh-Shit. Sorry, man.

Rookies.

Trusting an old cop will get you
killed quicker than any felon.

How many days you got left?

Twenty-one and counting.

Last trip to the bank
for the department.

How much do we have
in the pension?

Little over five million.

Shit.

Got, like, 28 years
till I see my checks.

Hey, don't worry about that.
It'll be long gone before then.

What?

- He's kidding.
- Oh.

- Hey.
- Whoa.

Well, you've been back for an hour,
and already Connie is keeping tabs.

Have a good day, sweetie.

All right.

You need some help with that?

Nah. It's just a dirty plug.

Always something
with these old clunkers.

Good luck.

You decide
where you're going?

Me, I'd go
somewhere warm.

Hawaii.

Long as I retire far away from
here, I'm sitting pretty.

Get down! Get down! Get down!

Move! Get over there.

You! Get over there.

Everybody listen up!

Somebody's been robbing you
for years,

and it ain't been us.

Give me
your undivided attention...

and you will live
to see justice served.

Now the choice is yours.

But it'll be the only one
you'll get today.

Cage key.

Don't move. Stay down.

Let me
help you out with that.

Are you insane?

What the fuck is that?

Deliveries only come on Friday.

It's just a pickup.
It's no big deal.

Now we both know
that's a lie.

What are you doing, man?

Let 'em in.

The alarm.
They'll be here any minute.

Ticktock.
Let's go. Move it!

You ready for us?

Yes, I am.

Don't make me
tell you again.

Come on. Get over here.
Let's go.

Let's go. Let's go!

- Take it easy.
- Move, man.

Hey, a bullet's
real easy.

Open the door
and get in there.

Don't do anything stupid, you might live.
All right?

Okay. We got it.
We're good to go.

No.

What you mean, no?

We got the dough, man.
It's time to split.

I said no!

I'm not here
for the money.

- What are you doin', man?
- Yeah, this ain't the plan, man.

Yeah, it is. You just
didn't know it until now.

You said in and out.

I lied.

Hey, you know what? He wants to stay,
fuck him. That's on him. I'm outta here.

Nah, nah, nah, nah,
nah, nah. Fuck that.

Cause if he gets caught, they're dragging
all our nuts across the pavement.

Two minutes. That's all I need with Mr.
Manager here.

This is fucked.

Man. Goddamn, man!
Shit!

If you won't tell us your name,
then how about your girlfriend's?

So what happened
between you guys?

Let's figure this out.

I'm not telling you shit.

We just wanna
resolve this.

I'm not here for therapy.

Get the fuck away from me!

Doesn't make sense. They should
make cat-flavored dog food.

Robbery-Homicide.

So we might need
a raincheck on lunch.

All right. I take it
the jumper was serious.

Yeah.
How'd it go with Randolph?

- Uh, about as well as expected.
- That bad?

Yeah.

He's always hated the fact
that I was his best negotiator.

We got a 211
at First Savings Bank.

Wait. Miller's at that bank.

I don't understand.
You got all the money anyway.

And the police
are probably outside.

Don't worry about that,
homeboy.

You need to worry about
finding me something valuable.

Over there.

Down. Down.

I swear, the guards only
came in for some paperwork!

Open up.

Open. Open up.

You know something?

I believe you.

The fuck is everybody?

Get over there.

Where the hell
is everybody?

Looks like we're gonna have to
make a run for it.

Target acquired.

Rubber.

So much for
the element of surprise.

Get an EMT down here.

Yo, man.
I'm just a bank guard.

They made me run out here.

- What's your name?
- Al.

Al, how many men
are robbing that bank?

Four guys in this get-up.

And their leader
is one crazy son of a bitch.

Can you give us
a description?

Man...

Yeah. They're the ones
with the masks and the guns.

And one of them
pistol-whipped my ass.

Get him out of here.

Michael, we got the vehicle. It's
a stolen van. Right over there.

Have it dusted.

Maybe we'll get lucky and find out
who this crazy son of a bitch is.

- Got it.
- Copy.

Let me ask you something.

Since you cut all the alarms, how
the fuck were the cops called?

I'll tell you how.

Y'all guns had blanks.

Mine don't.

Chill, man. Okay?

We're still
getting out of here.

I just need y'all to help me
open some eyes first.

Or we could
part ways now.

Just relax.

We're all here.

Let's work it out.
What do you say, huh?

These are real.

Do we have a deal?

You're the boss.

Shit, man.

You came prepared for
more than I was thinking.

It's like you planned on us
getting jammed up.

It was the only way I could
get their attention.

That sounded like
real gunfire.

We don't know what that was.
Secure the area first.

The van was wiped clean.

So crazy, not stupid.

That's your department.

Hey, what the hell
are they doin'?

Human barricades.

All units, those are the hostages.
Do not fire until I give the order.

Al, our crack bank guard over there,
said there's three more employees.

Didn't know
about the customers.

Thinks cameras
have been disabled.

You picked a hell of a
day to come back, Mike.

Hey, this plan of yours
better fucking work.

Trust me.
It's a good deal.

You three get to keep
all the money.

How are we ever
gonna spend it

if we gotta go
to war with the cops?

Don't worry about them.

The key is getting out
before the feds arrive.

That's the cops.

Shh.

Anybody by the phone?

I don't know. I can't see shit
with those hostages in the way.

Shit.

Think Miller's
still alive?

- Hey. Shut your mouth.
- Hey, hey, hey. Just stop.

- He's fine.
- Hey!

Hey. Heads in the game,
okay?

Nobody's dying on my watch.
You got that?

It stopped ringing.

Maybe SWAT
is on the way.

Man, SWAT ain't here yet.
They're coming from Henderson.

This is Michael Johnson.
Who am I speaking with?

Hello, little brother.

Jesse, is that you?

Who else would it be?

Jesse Sampson, DOB 8/16/76.

That's right.
He wasn't lying.

I wasn't sure
you would remember me.

I'm just surprised
to hear your voice.

I didn't know
you were back in town.

Nothing like home sweet home.

Is everyone safe in there?

Look. Don't start that
negotiator bullshit with me.

We're family.

You talk to me
like I actually matter first.

Okay. Okay, Jesse.
Take it easy.

Bank guard
was right about him.

I'll get an ETA
from SWAT.

Tell those snipers not to get
all trigger-happy.

We wouldn't want an innocent
man down on your watch.

Okay, Jesse. Now, I know those
people inside would love to go home.

You trying to say
I'm not good company?

Hey, I don't know. I haven't
seen you in quite a while.

And who fault is that?

You know it's never a good idea
for a cop to visit a prisoner.

Yes, but who put me
in that cage?

One day maybe you'll own up
to your mistakes.

Like you did? Because... I never
saw you rotting in a cell.

Trying to humiliate me
will not change your situation.

Hmm. It was always easy getting to you.
Like when we was kids.

This is not kid stuff.
Just...

You called the news?

No. No.

It ain't real
if it ain't on TV.

Don't do it. No.

Look, let those people go and we
can spend all day catching up.

You mean fix our relationship?

Here's how
I see this going.

You put me in jail once,
little brother.

Let's see you
try that shit again.

Come and fucking get me!

Hey. This asshole
is your brother?

Yeah. I changed my last name
after we were split up as kids.

Jesus!

I'm putting Shakers on this.

Wait. What?

I have to pull you.
You're family.

You know the playbook.

I can't have you
anywhere near this.

What about the feds?

They're at least
five hours away.

Michael, don't worry.
I got this.

You don't know my brother. This
shit is all just a game to him.

Only thing
I'm worried about

is getting everybody
in that bank out alive.

Well, maybe I can just listen in.
Strictly as an advisor.

Maybe not. You need to go.

Okay. I got it.

Cause I'm sure you'd hate to send
me on another vacation, right?

Come here.

You still know
how to take orders?

Huh?

Yeah.

Get the fuck outta here, now.

Go, go, go.

Come on. Come on. Please. You gotta let...
You gotta let us go.

Shut up!

Everybody up.
Line up!

Put your hands in the air.

Let's see if anybody
got anything useful on them.

You folks are lucky.

In jail,
they strip you naked.

They inspect your hair. They stick
their fingers in your mouth.

They even inspect your genitals.

It's not
a pleasant experience.

The penal system,
they take your clothes

and then your dignity.

Do you wanna know why?

Do only as you're told,
like you some dog.

After being locked up
so long...

you wanna know
what I've come to learn?

Fuckin' hate cops.

Oh, shit.

I bet this pig wishes
he used a different bank.

Boys, we just hit
the hostage lottery.

Michael,
thanks for the gift.

You're not dealing with Michael any longer.
This is Detective Shakers.

Who in the fuck
put you in charge?

I'm a senior detective.

You think
you calling the shots?

Let's get
one thing straight.

I'll only talk
to my brother.

I'm afraid we can't allow that.
That's against policy.

Well, I'll force you
to rethink your policy.

Snipers, do we have a shot?

Negative. He's too
close to Miller.

Michael.

What happened?

He said
he'd only deal with you.

I saw we send in SWAT now.

No. Those gung-ho assholes
only go in if I can't do my job.

It's Michael's show now.

Watch the doors.

What about the cops?

They ain't comin' in
now that we got their boy.

Hey. Don't answer that.

Let my brother's imagination
run wild.

I didn't know
Michael had a brother.

Man, you trying
to reason with me?

I come from a place where that
shit don't fucking exist.

This is not a smart decision.

You haven't been
paying attention, huh?

I don't make
these kind of decisions.

They're never gonna let you out of
here if you take this any further.

Right.

Cause your life is worth more
than all these hostages, huh?

Don't twist my words
to fit your sick justifications.

It ain't me, homie.

This world's a cruel place.

Especially with me in it.

Every move you make, they're gonna
be ready for ten times over.

Being in here...

It's like you're already
back in prison.

Except for in prison...

I never had the pleasure
of doing this.

Don't pass out
on me yet, cop.

You still got
plenty of blood left.

Makes me come back
just to go silent on us?

Anyone got eyes on Miller?

Negative.

Michael. Guy from
the electric company.

He wants
to take his truck back.

Okay. Now, don't look up.

Any way you could reattach those wires
on that pole so I can get a look inside?

I could try.

Okay. Do it.

Come on,
come on, come on.

He looked up, didn't he?

- Sure did.
- Yeah.

I know how you feelin'.

I've had my share
of ass-whoopins too.

First, it's the pain.

Then you wish it was over.

But soon...

you're gonna wish
it was all over.

Saved by the bell.

Not a good time, bro.

Where's Miller?

He's right here,
spilling his guts out.

That window stunt of yours has
everybody out here gunning for you.

I need to know
if Miller's okay right now.

Or what?

Oh, you could figure out
the "or what."

Listen, man.

You need to tell your people
to chill the fuck out.

I still need time to come up
with my list of demands.

Are you joking?

Mike, I don't joke about time.

Probably because I missed out
on so much of it.

Well, the...
the good parts, at least.

High school.

Prom.

Finding a wife.

Buying my piece
of the American dream.

I bet you don't even remember
the date.

I'll never forget:
March 14, 1993.

- Freeze!
- Missed me.

- I got you.
- Didn't feel it.

Jesse!

I don't want to play anymore.

Bang! Gotcha!

Your big brother wins again!

Cops always catch the bad guys.

Hey! You won't always
be bigger than me.

Yes, I will. Just like Dad
will always be bigger than us.

Can we go home now?

Don't be such a baby, man.
Come on.

Why are the cops at our house?

Those guys work at Dad's station.
Don't worry.

Hold up. Stay here.

Why can't I come?

Because I have to get the guns
back before Dad finds out.

All right?

All right.

So how much you idiots take?

This cash,
supposed to shut me up?

Be reasonable, Marcus.

Fuck you.

You should've thought about that before
you started your little side business.

You're putting us
in a really awful position here.

No, no, no. That's on you.

Okay? I'm just the guy
that gets to blow it all up.

Next time you hit a cop,
you should do it to his face.

- Calm down.
- Like that.

Calm down.

Maybe we can still
figure this out.

No! No!

Fuck! He's dead!

He was gonna blow the lid.

What the fuck
are we supposed to do now?

Did you clear
the damn bedroom?

Jesus! It's his kid!

Who saw the whole thing.

How are we gonna explain this
with a goddamn witness?

Who heard
the entire conversation.

You wanna bust a kid?

For what?

Stop!

Shots fired.

Officer down.
We need an ambulance now.

He went for my gun.
He shot his dad.

Got it?

I didn't do nothing!

Shut the fuck up.

Leave me alone!

Michael!

Michael, please! Michael!

Nobody's out there.

Even if they were...

nobody can save you
from where you're headed.

I went to the darkest place
a kid could go.

And you kept me there.

You know you're one...

I decide
when you get to speak!

Because you was
too chickenshit.

All you had to do was speak up!

- I was only a kid.
- So was I.

Look, two cops
saw you shoot our father.

- What was I supposed to...
- You should have believed your brother.

Hey. Y-You don't know
every goddamn thing.

I had a hard road too.

You comparing our lives now?

No. Quit stalling. I want those people
out of there, and I want 'em out now.

These things take time.

I'm making my list,
I'm checking it twice.

Well, you better decide quick. Pretty
soon it's gonna be out of my hands.

Oh. Those SWAT boys
never could hold their wads.

All right, look. Well, you
gotta give me something.

Send Miller out.
It'll go a long way.

I don't think he's up for it.

How about a teller instead?

Just stay behind me.
Stay behind me.

- Hi.
- Have a seat. Have a seat.

- Are you injured?
- No, they never touched me.

Okay. Okay.

All right. Now how many
of them were there?

There was four, and...

They came in. It was really,
really fast, and, um...

All right. Now there was a police officer
inside. Do you know where they took him?

- You mean Mr. Miller?
- Yeah.

Yeah, they, uh... One of them
dragged him into the vault.

And we could hear them punching
him, over and over again.

Did you hear anything else?

No, but they, uh... They hit
our manager, Mr. Beckett.

He hit him with his gun.

And how's he doing?

He's alive, but...
he wasn't really moving.

Was there
anyone else injured?

But everybody's really scared.

The guy's completely crazy.

Okay. We're gonna have the EMT
check you out, just to make sure.

- Okay?
- Right.

What?

My turn to get
a sign of good faith.

All right.
What do you want?

A SWAT man will do.

Never gonna happen.
How about I give you a nice Kia,

and you can send out
the rest of the hostages?

Look, I did my part.
Now I want that van.

Okay, look. I'm gonna
make this real simple.

You may have the hostages, but that doesn't
change the fact that I'm in charge.

See, I hold all the cards.

Now that's something we normally
wouldn't tell the rest of the public,

but that's the way it is.

Now you hurt anybody else, and we're
gonna storm that bank. You got me?

Is this how you handled
your last incident?

No, no, no.
Stay on point with me.

Now what else can I trade
you for the hostages?

I told you what I wanted.

And I told you no.

Well, the only other thing I could
possibly want to discuss is your incident.

Why? You obviously know
all about it.

True. True. It made the news.

I saw his wife on TV.
Man, she looked crushed.

If I talk to you about this, will
you send out another hostage?

Now we're getting somewhere.

- What do you want to know?
- Why did SWAT open fire?

Why? You looking for hints
on my next move?

I don't need any help
to beat you.

I just simply want to know why.

Okay. We thought the suspect was
armed, and SWAT heard shots.

What do we got?

Tell those pigs...

I'll never pay them off!

Hold your fire.

- What did you do?
- You said to fire.

I said "Hold it,"
goddamn it!

You said "Fire."

What's happening?

What's happening here?

Oh, my God!
Oh, my God! No!

Oh, my God.

- No!
- Take her.

No! You can't...

No!

Oh, my God.

- But he didn't have a weapon.
- That's right.

- What was it like?
- What, having to make that call?

No. Killing an innocent man.

Or was it really your call?

I was in charge,
and I was wrong.

Dead wrong.

Sounds like the department
made you the fall guy.

Somebody
had to swing for it.

- Does it eat you up?
- What do you think?

An innocent man died
on my watch.

You mean he was murdered.

- What did you tell his widow?
- I never spoke to her.

Didn't she deserve
an apology?

Don't you think all of your
victims deserve an apology?

Well, I'm done
apologizing to you.

Just one more. So all your boys in
blue can hear what you really are.

Oh, yeah? And who am I?

- Someone who ruins lives.
- Okay. Okay. I'm the bad guy.

Are you satisfied?

Now is that gonna get
those people out of there?

Look around, Michael.

That's the only look
I've ever known.

Sucks, doesn't it?

Okay, I'm done
playing your games.

You send out a hostage
or we're coming in.

Be smart, Michael.

I'm never going
back to jail.

Whoa, whoa.
Give us a minute.

How many men did you see
walk in that bank?

F-Four.

Does he still have Miller
in the vault?

Yeah.

Do you have any idea
why he took him in there?

Is he still alive?

- Is he?
- I don't know!

Hey. She's had enough for today.
Don't you think?

Hey!

What's our next move?

Me and this cop
about to watch some TV.

Oh. Okay.

Hey, I hate to point out
the obvious, but, um...

What about the cops?

I'm working on it.

We got the entire force
out there.

And he's gonna go watch
his fucking stories.

Man, when is this shit
gonna be over?

Hey,
don't fucking look at me!

Fuck you.
I got places to be.

Fuck me?
No. Fuck you!

I'll blow your fucking head off right now.

Hey!

Don't do that.

Fuck!

All right.
Here's what we got.

This bank is basically
built like a fortress.

The only quick POE:
front doors and windows.

Don't those hostages
make that a bad idea?

Yeah.

And if we blow the windows, there will
be major shrapnel flying everywhere.

Not to mention they'd be
caught in the crossfire.

What about the side door?

No. It's reinforced steel.

My guys would be sitting ducks
trying to get that open.

Plus they have these masks
protecting them from any tear gas option.

What about flash-bangs?

At this point,
it's probably our best bet.

My concern is Miller being out
of our immediate strike range.

How long do you think it would
take to reach the vault?

Best guess,
roughly ten seconds.

That would give Jesse
plenty of time to take out Miller.

Well, he's your brother,
Michael.

Make the call.

It's time to go in.

Hotel manager says the room
was paid for in cash.

I'll just keep
calling him John Doe.

I got more bad news. The 211 at First
Savings is now a hostage deal.

Shouldn't you head over?

I don't think I can leave him.

Can you call Michael for me?

Your call has been forwarded
to an automated voice messaging system.

Thanks, Jim. As you can see, the
police have the bank surrounded.

We haven't been told what
the robbers have demanded

or how many hostages
are inside the bank,

but it appears to be
a tense standoff.

Back to you.

Look like your brave knights
are ready to storm the castle.

You might kill me, but you're
gonna die in this bank too.

Man, all you cops the same.

Taking the law
into your own hands.

We earned the right, asshole.

At what cost?
No matter who you hurt?

But you got it wrong before.

How so?

There ain't a move outside
your boys can make...

that I
won't be ready for.

You're not gonna
walk out of here.

Watch me.

Wait by the vault.

Door.

Hey, nobody shoot! Nobody shoot.
This guy has the hostages.

He's right. And one of them is
one of you, so back the fuck up!

Listen up carefully.

Cause this is a game changer.

You better talk fast. You got every gun
in this town pointed at your head.

Did you know I always use a
five-man crew to do these banks?

Yeah, I read your file.

So I'm sure you asked the guard
and both tellers...

how many guys was robbing them.

Yeah. They all said four.

You believe 'em?

No reason not to.

You wanna know where my fifth
guy on my crew is right now?

I don't know. In jail. Doing meth.
In the morgue. What?

He's with Connie.

What the fuck
did you just say?

I got your wife, Mike.

So you can tell SWAT, and all
the other guns in this town,

to back the fuck up!

One cop
step foot in my bank...

she dies.

What you gonna do?

I find her, you're dead.

Fair enough.

You're completely surrounded.
You're not going anywhere.

I don't see nobody here
who can stop me.

You cops think
you safe out here?

You have no idea
what's really going on.

Now back to our
regularly scheduled standoff.

All right, Let him go.
That's an order.

I'll call Connie and end this
shit with him once and for all.

- Your call has been forwarded to an automated...
- Fuck.

Go to my house. Take two units.
Go. Now!

Two units.

Connie?

Michael. All that stress
ain't good for yor healt.

If you hurt her, I will...

You can't do shit to me,
and we both know it.

Don't threaten me again.

Cops will no longer
be a problem.

How the hell did you
just do that?

Because
I'm in charge now.

How's my exit strategy goin'?

We're ready
to rock and roll.

All right.

Are we really
gettin' out of here?

Yep. Strip the hostages.

You heard the man.
Everybody fuckin' strip!

I'm a gentleman.

So, ladies first.

Connie, are you here?

Kitchen is trashed, and there's
some blood on the wall.

Is her car there?

Yeah.

It's in the garage.

Look, she has nothing
to do with us.

Please don't do anything
to hurt her.

Say I hold
all the cards.

Is that what this is about? You get boxed
in, so you... You destroy my life?

That's just the cherry
on top.

Now say it.

You hold all the cards.

Pull your men back.

Look, we might not get
another chance at this.

He has my wife. You stay
the fuck away from that bank!

Pull out.

Don't worry.
I'll take good care of her...

if you play ball.

What do you say, Mikey?

You up for another game
of cops and robbers?

Only this time,
we play for keeps.

Now I want your SWAT van.

Black out the front windows so your
snipers can't take out one of my guys.

Fuck you. Do it yourself.

I wanna see your cops working
on it in five minutes, or...

Or you can figure out
the "or what."

Jesus Christ!

I'm flattered, but no.

Don't worry, though.

You'll see him soon enough.

Before my ride's ready...

I have a few more questions
for you.

Okay. Okay.

He cannot have our van
as his getaway vehicle.

Look, until I find Connie, I have to
go along with his bullshit. Okay?

He goes from that fortress
to a mobile one.

It's gonna be next to impossible
to take that van down.

I have no choice.

This is a really bad call.

But it's my call.

See, I'm in charge.

So don't you do one fucking
thing without my approval.

- You got me?
- So we're back to this?

- Easy, Michael. Easy.
- Hey.

Blacken out those windows,
or I'll find someone who will.

Fine.

Michael.

Just so you know.

We've got every available
unit out looking for Connie.

And we're trying to trace
her cell phone too.

Stay focused, okay?

Captain.

Get this.

First Savings had an armored
guard pickup today.

Guards never checked in.

- Those two are retired cops.
- Seriously?

That's more cops
for this lunatic.

Jacobs just found blood
at Michael's house.

Jesus.

Any word on her cell?

No.
No, the battery must be out.

- Connie is his whole world.
- I know.

What could you possibly
gain from this?

We're building trust.

I have to believe
what you tell me.

Fuck you and your trust.

What?

I have another request.

Something for the hostages?

Fuck the hostages.

Tell me.

Do you know
how to define character?

No. But I'm sure
you're gonna tell me.

It's not
by your badge...

or gun...

or what you say when the bright
lights are shining in your face.

It's what you do when no one's
looking, when you're all alone.

There a point to this?

Since I don't trust
your character,

I want a news camera
to go live on my SWAT van.

I wanna make sure you don't do
nothing stupid to my new whip.

You got two minutes.

Hey. Get that news crew to go
live on the SWAT van right now.

What are you doing?

Playing along.

Are you sure
you're okay?

I'm fine.

Looks like I can
kinda trust him again.

What?

Yeah.

Me too.

You really think
he owes me an apology?

Why hasn't he yet?

I say it was his pride
gettin' in the way.

You really think
that could work?

Make him apologize
to the world.

That's a damn good idea.

Mike,
are you gonna get that?

I got every cop in this state
looking for her.

How long do you think it's
gonna take me to find her?

I'll tell you where she is
once I have my van.

As long as you do
this one last thing.

Well, spit it out.
But I guarantee you one thing.

You're not walking away
from this.

Michael's judgment
is beyond cloudy.

Just say the word.

Cap says if your guys
get a clean look...

Copy that.

I need a black and white.

Hey. You don't
have to do this, man.

Yes, I do.

Do it off-camera. He can't
make you do this on live TV.

You're putting the entire department
on the line here. You know that?

Well, maybe it's time for my face
to be all over the news again.

No. I order you
to back off.

Well, it's not really
up to you anymore, is it?

She's here.
What do you want me to do?

All the things a cop should say
to a woman he made a widow.

Admit what you did,
then beg her for forgiveness.

Tell me Connie's okay.

She will be.

Once you clean the skeletons
out of your closet.

Freeing yourself from the
prison of your own mind.

The one thing
you can't escape from.

Do us proud, bro.

You can say a lot
is riding on your performance.

Hi.

Do you remember me?

What do you want?

That night we tried
to talk to your husband.

But he wouldn't come out.

He was afraid
of being deported.

He thought you were going to
take him away from his family.

We thought your children
were inside...

and that he might hurt them.

His own children?

You didn't know him at all.

You're right.
Look, we made a mistake.

You call killing him
a mistake?

When I was a little boy...

my brother went to prison because
I was too afraid to speak up.

So I became a police officer

so I could speak up for those
people who were afraid to.

The mistake was:

we never should have been there
in the first place.

You took everything from me.

I intend to do
the same to you...

and to your
incompetent department.

My boy looks good on TV!

You know what
just happened here?

Yeah. I finally
told the truth.

What does that
have to do with anything?

She is gonna
sue the shit out of us now.

Well, good. Maybe that'll
help her suffering.

Let me tell you something.

When this whole thing
with your brother is done,

you're gonna be out of a job.

Oh, you think I give a shit
about that, huh?

I see the resemblance now.

You both belong behind bars.

That night,
I listened to her husband.

He was about to blow the whistle
on some dirty cops.

You can't really get past
all this, can you?

A group of cops who got rich
off this town.

He knew about it.

And somebody shot him
in cold blood.

No.

What happened here today was you
lost control of the entire scene.

Only you, and nobody else.

Goddamn it.

Michael!

What?

Finally pinpointed
Connie's location.

Where is she?

Uh...

She's in the bank?

Her phone is.

I need a minute.

Mike, there's
still a chance.

I said I need
a fucking minute!

Let's go.

Fuck!

Goddamn it!

Hello, Michael.

No more tricks, no more games. The van is
ready. I've done everything you've asked for.

What's the move?

Good job out there.

It appears you have restored my faith
in my neighborhood crime fighter.

Okay. If you get the shot,
take it.

Duncan and Clark will clear the
bank with me once they're out. Go!

He wanted an audience.

He's got one.

Jesse? You still there?

You know...

it just occurred to me
why I always hated cops.

It's the power.

They love holding
that shit over you.

When you're a kid,

you learn to run
from a black and white.

Cause if they catch you...

you're forced to obey
their every command.

Yeah, but you still hold
all the cards, right?

Today I do.

But it feels empty.

Like a king...

who sits up on a throne.

Now what?

You still have to
get out of there.

I wonder if this
how the president feel.

All alone in The White House.

Sitting on top
of all that power.

No one left to challenge him.

No real wars to fight.

No more worlds left to conquer.

Come on, Jesse. You're not
giving up on me, are you?

Going to juvie when I did...

Man, I never
had a chance, bro.

Think I did?

You know who
my favorite presidents are?

Stay with me, Jesse. Come on.
This is almost done.

Monroe. Garfield. Adams.

Washington. Polk. Grant.

Did I mention
Adams and Washington?

You did.

Forgive me, Michael.

I've been so selfish today.

I never once asked
how you was holding up.

I'm fine.

Just really like
to see my wife again.

Then you have to be willing to
take drastic steps, to go all in.

Are you ready for that?

Yep.

Then we're coming out.

Hey, everything all right
in there?

Justice...

has been served.

Hey, was that
a gunshot or what?

Hey, listen. Nobody kills Jesse
until we have Connie. Got it?

But after we find her?

Yeah.

Everybody, give 'em room.
Get back. Keep back!

Do not fire. All suspects
have not cleared the bank.

What do we do now?

Everybody, hold position. We don't
have eyes on Miller or Jesse.

Jesse get in the van?

We can't see shit.

Anybody have eyes on Miller?

Anybody see Miller?

Negative.

Should we take out the tires?

No, no, no, no.
Let it play out.

They're splitting up!

Go, go, go, go!

Clear the deck!

This is his big escape plan?
A low-speed chase?

Doesn't make any sense.

Nothing he's done today
has made sense.

Where are you going, Jesse?

I got us one of the hostages.

He's alive. Get an EMT.

You in the vault,
come on out!

- Where is she?
- She's having a coffee on East Grand.

- Don't bullshit me.
- Now why would I do that?

Send a unit to the
coffeehouse on East Grand.

- Jesse, which van are you in?
- Wouldn't you like to know?

I need a unit sent to
the coffeehouse on East Grand.

Now.

Jesus.

Jacobs.

Are you sure?

Miller's dead.

Enough of this shit.

All units,
take both vans now.

Repeat,
take both vans now.

Hold it! Get 'em up now!

Hands!

They said if I didn't drive the
van, they'd kill my family.

Oh, my God!

Suspects are not in the van. Repeat,
suspects are not in the van.

Michael, I only got
an armored car guard

and four hostages
dressed as our suspects.

Deakins, is the bank clear?

Everything but the basement.

Check it. He didn't
just vanish into thin air.

Shit.

I know where they are.

Get out of here.
Move, move, move.

All right,
all right, all right.

- Come on.
- Come on. Move it, move it, move it.

I get it, I get it.

Where the hell does that lead?

Sewer system. Looks like they
pre-dug it from the other side.

They get out
through a manhole?

All units, seal up the area.

They're in the electrical truck.

Nobody leaves the parking lot.

Freeze!

All units, 211
suspects are at the Grand Falls Mall.

Drop it!

Drop it!

Now!

Maybe he's in the store.

No. Jesse wouldn't
box himself in again.

This way!

There he is!

Oh, shit!

No, no, no!
He still has Connie.

Shit!

Freeze! Down on the ground!

Hey! I still got
his fucking wife!

I'll have her killed right now.
I ain't fucking around.

And I want a fucking car,
right now.

Not gonna happen.

Get down. Down!

Fuck you cops!

This guy didn't even know
they were in the truck.

Stop in the shop just threw
a wrench in their getaway plan.

And Connie was never
at the coffee shop.

That's some plan.

We got all
the money returned.

Got three of them over
here are fish food.

How many times can one
guy fuck up in one day?

Captain,
get out of my face.

- How did Cheryl ever clear you?
- It's not over.

I clipped Jesse. We have cops
covering every hospital.

But he still has my wife.

Go home, Michael.

Here's your opportunity to make me
the department's fall guy again.

What?

- Maybe I'll do that.
- Hey!

You fucked up everything today!

Let me tell you somethin'.

You done?

Michael.

They found these taped
to both armored car drivers.

Look like
part of some ledger.

What should I do with it?

Until we figure out
what's really going on,

just keep it quiet.

Where you going?

To find Jesse.

It's a long shot,
but it's the only one I got.

Well, I can't let you go
by yourself.

Not in your state.

Dickson.
Two units, trailing.

I got nothing.

Fucking nothing.

John, we've been over this
a million times.

Oh. I'm sorry that my suffering
is a source of boredom for you.

I think that's my phone.

That might be her.

Want me to get it?

Get it. Yes, please. Now.

Baby?

I thought you had gone.

I've been waiting here
all day.

Yes. Yes.

Yes.

Oh, shit.

She loves me, Doc.

Book him on a psych hold.
I'll check in on him later.

Remember, we can't get in a shootout
with him. He still has my wife.

Give me a minute
to talk him out.

You wanna go in alone?

I grew up in that house. I'll get
Jesse out one way or another.

Roger that.
I'll call for backup.

Good.

I'll keep my walkie open so you
guys can hear how it's goin'.

Got one minute.

I need backup at a possible location
for the First Savings suspect.

We're at
1824 Sequoia Court.

You know it's a bad idea
to kill a cop, right?

Maybe I underestimated you.

But it's time
to take you in.

So that's how you see
this ending, huh?

Put the gun down.

Says the guy staring down
the barrel of mine.

They've given me one minute
to reason with you.

They're way out there.

They ain't savin' you.

Oh, I'm not the one
who needs savin'.

Or do you plan on
dying in here?

I been ready for that ever since
I stepped into that bank.

The question is,
are you?

How long are we gonna do this?

Huh?

It's over.

Your boys out
there are lookin' antsy.

They want
some of my blood?

Tell me where to look.

I honestly
don't have a clue.

I'm done playing with you.

Finally, something
we both can agree on.

I need fire-rescue
at my location, now!

Hey.

Hey, Chief.
What do you got?

Couldn't get any bodies
out of there.

The damn fire's too heated.

Yeah? Why is that?

The house was packed with C-4.

I doubt we'll find anything there
after we put the fire out.

Ah, Jesus.

Yeah. Thanks, thanks.

What's happened?

Michael picked the wrong house
to get into a shootout in.

Our... bank robbery turned
into a hostage situation.

Was a hell of a day.

Anybody we know?

Yeah. Michael's brother.

- Jesse?
- Mm-hmm.

The two of them went
at each other all day.

Lot of bad blood there.

They didn't hate each other.

Hate isn't
a strong enough word.

No, I mean...

I know that they had
a complicated past,

but they worked
everything out months ago.

You sure about that?

I'm positive.
I was their therapist.

And you don't think they could've
had another falling out?

I'm...
It's possible.

- I mean, Jesse was a bit of a wild card.
- Uh-huh.

Captain, what about Connie?
I mean, you think she might...

No! No, no, no.
We don't know that.

I've got every squad in the city
scouring for her.

We might have four bodies.

Four?

Miller was in the bank.

Jesse found out
that he was a cop.

Oh, my God.

That's it.

Miller and Jesse, I mean, they've
crossed paths before. A long time ago.

What are you talking about?

Miller was the detective that arrested
Jesse for murder when he was a kid.

How do you know about that?

He swore up and down that Miller
framed him for that murder.

Right. So we're supposed to believe
a felon over a decorated detective?

Come on, Cheryl.

You think Jesse did all that
just to kill Miller?

It makes sense.
We got the money back.

What are the odds this happened on
Miller's last trip to the bank?

Yeah.

He was our treasurer.

So?

Miller had access
to our retirement account.

Not only ours.

The entire county.

That account can only
be accessed by a cop.

Why do you want the code?

Well, if that's true, then you
shouldn't be afraid to hand it over.

What could you possibly
gain from this?

We're building trust.

I have to believe
what you're telling me.

Fuck you and your trust.

Hello, Michael.

No more tricks, no more games. The van is
ready. I've done everything you've asked for.

What's the move?

Good job out there.

It appears you have restored my faith
in my neighborhood crime fighter.

You know who
my favorite presidents are?

Stay with me, Jesse. Come on.
This is almost done.

Monroe. Garfield. Adams.

Washington. Polk. Grant.

Did I mention
Adams and Washington?

You did.

Forgive me, Michael.

I've been so selfish today.

I never once asked
how you was holding up.

I'm fine.

Just really like
to see my wife again.

Then you have to be willing to
take drastic steps, to go all in.

Are you ready for that?

- Yep.
- Then we're coming out.

Our eight million is gone.

Eight? I thought
we only had five.

Wait. We don't know
Jesse did this for sure.

I mean...

Who else had access
to those codes?

In our department,
Miller and me.

You don't know who the
hell you're messing with.

Really?

This con once told me
about a group of dirty cops.

These cops...

took money
to look the other way.

They kept that money mixed in
with their retirement fund.

They were really smart
about it too.

Except for one thing.

One of these pigs
kept a detailed ledger.

Hell of a tale.

Only you're never
gonna find any ledger.

You mean this one?

I've been watching you.

Why go through all this trouble,
you ask?

Because you stole
something from me.

You wanna know what?

Love.

Who the fuck could love
anybody like you?

That's my point.

I never had the chance
to love anyone.

Except for one person.

Your cellmate?

My brother.

You see,
after Michael's incident...

Connie don't wanna be married
to a cop no more.

So after today...

Michael's done
with all of that.

He's done
with this town.

He's done with you.

You know, I'm really glad I framed
your little punk ass back in the day.

You got two choices here.

You can take your chances
in court, or...

My advice, jail is no place
for an ex-dirty cop.

But the choice is yours.

And that's something
you never gave me

when you decided
to murder my father.

In cold blood.

You know what you are?

You're the nigger
on Election Day.

When I was little,

if a politician was behind
in an election...

he'd just lynch a black man
for raping a white woman.

Even looking at her.

Then he'd win the election.

So the niggers were always
very nervous at Election Day.

You eat watermelon
like a nigger on Election Day.

You eat chicken
like a nigger on Election Day.

You spend money
like a nigger on Election Day.

You're the nigger
on Election Day.

He died
of self-inflicted.

What?

The ME just said that Miller
died from a self-inflicted GSW.

He killed himself?

Captain?
You'll want to see this.

Someone dug a tunnel. Goes
right into the sewer system.

Yeah, it goes on
for quite some ways.

All the way to China.

I'd say they have a
good two hours on us.

How is it that the only person
who knew about all this

was conveniently tied up
all day?

Really. You're accusing me?

You know, Jesse said you were also there
the night his father was murdered.

Fuck that!

I think they both
played you for the fool.

Hey, Doc. Michael
wasn't all there today.

He was taking these.

These are for heartburn.

Why would he be pretending?

He was also right
about something else going on.

I found the third envelope
on the bank manager, Beckett.

It was taped to him.

"Find John Doe."

You know, it's always nice to see cops
who can follow some simple instructions.

Give me one good reason why I don't
haul your ass to jail right now.

I'll give you five million.

A gift.

From the dearly departed.

Now, on the back page you're
gonna notice an account number

where your retirement money
is safely intact.

As well as the seven other guys that have
been robbing this town blind for years.

Five million.

Cause I'm pretty sure
it's eight million.

That's right.

Of course, three million
of it was dirty. You know?

Trust me.

You did your department
a favor.

What's your connection
to them?

In the joint, I told Jesse a story
about some crooked-ass cops.

Seemed to get his attention.

Wait a minute.

If they got the money,
what'd you get?

Just peace of mind.

Knowing that my town
is run by honest cops.

Miller? What the...

Shit.

Randolph.

Shakers.

Deakins.

Frank.

- Recognize this, Beckett?
- I don't know what the fuck you're talking about.

After you, bud.

Peace of mind, honest cops,
and the American dream.

So he just gets to
walk away, scot-free?

We got no evidence, no link connecting
Michael to the crimes being committed.

The only shot we got

is if we find
Michael and Jesse together.

Guess he played all of us.

Hey.

Hey.

So...

Where would you like to go?

Everywhere.