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[BRIGHT MUSIC]

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[INTRIGUING MUSIC]

♪ ♪

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

♪ ♪

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

♪ ♪

[PUNCHING BAG THUMPING]

- [GRUNTING]

- After two years out of the limelight,

former superstar cop, Blind Cop, is now back.

♪ ♪

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

♪ ♪

[HORNS HONKING]

♪ ♪

[DOOR BELL TINKLES]

- Are you ready?

- Mm-hmm.

[UPBEAT MUSIC]

♪ ♪

- Let's go!

Let's go!

♪ ♪

[GUNSHOTS]

[GLASS SHATTERS]

All right, nobody fucking move!

STOREKEEPER: No, no, please!

THUG 1: Open the fucking register!

STOREKEEPER: Please, don't shoot!

[GUNSHOTS]

THUG 1: The next one goes in your fucking skull, man!

STOREKEEPER: Oh, god, please!

THUG 1: Oh, yeah?

Are you gonna keep fucking crying,

or are you gonna put the money in the fucking bag?

[CASH REGISTER DINGS]

What the fuck is this?

Is this all you have?

THUG 2: Come on, man, we gotta move.

THUG 1: Go, go, go, go.

Oh, for fuck--

- OK, OK.

- Fuck me.

Goddammit!

♪ ♪

- Hey!

- Whoa! - Move!

[GROWLS]

- [GRUNTS]

♪ ♪

THUG 2: I thought he was freaking retired, man!

THUG 1: Just get in the car!

OK.

OK, Calm down.

Come on, let's go to the car. Come on.

[KEYS JINGLING]

[PANICKED BREATHING]

Start the car!

Start the car! He's coming!

He's coming!

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[CLACK]

[POP MUSIC]

♪ ♪

- Shit.

♪ ♪

- [GROANS]

[GUN COCKS]

[RAPID GUNFIRE]

- Ah, fuck you!

[YELLS]

[GUN CLICKS]

Fuck!

[YELLING] [GUNSHOT]

[EXPLOSION]

[THUGS SCREAMING]

CHIEF: You can't just go around killing people, Blind Cop.

- They're not people, Chief.

They're criminals.

- Look, he was a friend to all of us.

- Chief.

- I know because he was your partner, it must be even hard--

- Chief.

I don't wanna talk about it.

- OK.

And, Blind Cop, look into where those thieves

got their military-grade firepower from if you can.

And please, no more trouble like we had today.

- Hey, Blind Cop.

Hey, my name is Schmidty.

Uh, I'm a huge fan.

Um, I was actually about to put in an application

'cause, I mean, I wanna make a difference, like you.

I don't know.

Do you have any advice for a guy like me?

- Give it up, kid.

You're only gonna get yourself killed.

[PENSIVE MUSIC]

[DOOR OPENS]

[TRAFFIC HUMMING]

♪ ♪

[DISTANT SIREN WAILS]

♪ ♪

[KEYS JINGLING]

Cock-sucking fucking keys.

[GROANS]

♪ ♪

[MOTORCYCLE ENGINE HUMMING]

♪ ♪

[MOTORCYCLE ENGINE REVVING]

["THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER" PLAYING ON TV]

♪ ♪

[GROANS]

♪ ♪

[SNIFFLES]

♪ ♪

[HIGH-PITCHED RINGING] [GROANS]

- Can you hear which way he went?

- [GROANS] I can't track him.

Something's obscuring my senses.

- All right, stay here.

I'm gonna go check around the corner.

- Be careful, partner.

[HORN HONKS]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[DISTANT HORNS HONKING]

[DISTANT SIREN WAILS]

Mac.

Mac. [GUN COCKS]

- Whoa, whoa, hey.

Whoa, Blind Cop, it's me.

- Oh, Mac.

You always were the only one who could sneak up on me.

- He got away.

- Damn.

- Let's just inform the chief, and then we'll

just call it a day, all right?

We'll pick this up in the morning.

[PENSIVE MUSIC]

- Hey, Mac, there's, uh, something

I've been meaning to tell you.

I, uh--

[HIGH-PITCHED RINGING] [GUNSHOT]

[MAC GRUNTS]

[GUNSHOTS]

[MAC WHIMPERING]

[ALARM BLARING]

- You're hit.

- Blind Cop!

TV REPORTER: --on the corner of 35th and West.

Two assault weapons were found at the scene.

[ALARM STOPS]

This follows the worrying recent increase

in illegal arms trafficking throughout the city.

Police currently have no leads on to where

these weapons are coming from, and

there is no current comment from Blind Cop.

[WATER SPLATTERING]

[DRINK DRIBBLING]

- [GROANING]

[SLURPING]

[SIGHS]

[KEYS JINGLING]

[RESONANT MUSIC]

♪ ♪

STOREKEEPER: No, no, no, no, do not do this.

No, no, do not do this.

No.

No.

Hey, Blind Cop, how are you doing, man?

- [GROANS] Where the hell is Dimitri?

- Uh, he's sick.

I watch store while he get better.

- Can he ID those two punks that shot up this place or not?

- No.

They wear masks.

- Don't worry about it.

I took care of them.

- This is great news.

So you've got the money.

- You'll have to call the office.

- I do this.

I do this.

One moment please.

Hello?

No, I hold.

Yes.

I need to speak to Collateral Damage Department.

Yes.

I hold.

Hello.

- [BELCHES]

STOREKEEPER: Yes, they came into my store yesterday.

[FAN WHIRRING]

And they shot up everything.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I hold. I hold.

Yes. Yes.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC]

♪ ♪

[BROOM SCRAPING]

♪ ♪

- Frog.

♪ ♪

- [SNIFFING]

♪ ♪

STOREKEEPER: It's for you.

CHIEF (ON PHONE): Blind Cop, we got something.

- The fire from the truck put him

in a very critical condition, third-degree

burns all over his body.

The doctor say any sudden stress could put him at serious risk

of heart failure.

Oh, and one more thing before you question him.

He's with--

[DOOR SLAMS]

[WHITE CANE CLICKING]

[DOOR CLUNKING]

- Shit.

[BREATHING SHAKILY]

[CHAIR SCRAPING]

- What is this?

- A poker chip.

[SLAM]

- Don't play stupid with me!

You just dropped this shit yesterday!

- What? Don!

It's Don!

- Who?

- He went to an-- to an underground poker thing.

I don't really know. Look, I just work for this gang.

- Where? - For my friend--

- Where is this place, huh?

- I don't know.

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

I never been. I think it's called--

- What? - The Lily Pad!

[THUD] - [GRUNTS]

BLIND COP: Who are you working for?

[DOOR RATTLING]

- I don't-- I only have a name! - What?

- I only have a name!

It's Frog Lips!

- Frog Lips?

What kind of name is that?

- I don't know, Blind Cop.

[PUNCH THUDS]

- [WHIMPERING]

- You piece of shit, criminal!

I ought to do this city a favor and end you now!

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

- What were you thinking, Blind Cop?

You know you can't go around torturing suspects like that.

Times have changed.

- Chief, these guys are connected to Mac's death.

I'm sure of it.

- The hell is going on around here?

- Who the fuck is this?

- This is the agent sent from Internal Affairs.

Ma'am, this is Blind Cop.

- I see the sunglasses, and I smell the rum on him.

And don't tell me he still has a gun!

- Blind Cop has special abilities.

IA AGENT: I don't give a shit.

We're facing serious legal repercussions because

of that mess back there.

We can't have a drunk operating on the force.

- Chief, you heard what I said.

This could lead to answers about Mac's death.

- Chief, you promised me he wouldn't be a problem.

- Chief, please.

I need this.

- There has to be consequences.

[BLIND COP SIGHS]

- Blind Cop, I know deep down there's still

that good cop you once were.

But until you clean yourself up, I have to demote you.

IA AGENT: And if I have any more problems with you two,

you'll both get the hammer.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

[RAIN SPLATTERING]

And I want you to stay away from this Mac case.

[FAUCET RUNNING]

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

[FLOORBOARD CREAKING]

[SOLEMN MUSIC]

[GLASSES CLINKING]

♪ ♪

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

♪ ♪

[GRIM MUSIC]

♪ ♪

[BADGE CLINKING]

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

♪ ♪

- I'm good, honey.

No.

We're closing up soon.

It'll be OK.

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

I know.

Look, I know.

I know.

Look, I'm heading back now.

I love you-- [GRUNTS]

[PHONE CLATTERS] WOMAN (ON PHONE): Isaac?

Isaac?

What happened?

Are you OK?

[ISAAC GRUNTING]

- Whoa, whoa.

Wait, wait, wait, wait!

Whoa!

Oh, shit!

Oh, god!

Please, don't kill me!

- Why shouldn't I kill a lowlife criminal like you?

- I'm not a criminal.

I just-- I just work here.

[SCREAMS]

BLIND COP: I want answers.

- About what?

- What goes on at the Lily Pad?

- They-- I just run the bar, and a lot of strange

people come at night.

They-- they-- they-- they play poker.

They-- they-- they blow off some steam.

All-- you know, all they ask is that I turn a blind eye.

- Did you ever encounter a guy named Mac?

- I don't know.

I don't know.

- Who can give me answers?

- I don't know! [SCREAMS]

- I want answers!

- OK, OK, OK.

Uh, look, you gotta go to the gang's leader.

[STUTTERS] I've only seen him a few times.

He's the top boss.

- His name?

- His-- his name is, uh--

F-- F-- Frog Lips!

Frog Lips!

[WHIMPERING]

- Huh.

That burnt piece of shit wasn't lying after all.

Maybe I should pay this Frog Lips guy a visit.

- [SCREAMING]

[THUD] [CAR ALARM BLARING]

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

MAN: Someone call the police!

- Oh, shit.

IA AGENT: You can pick up the rest of your things

on your way out.

- I'm sorry.

It was an accident.

- You threw an innocent man off a building.

I'll be surprised if he ever walks again.

And you're lucky you don't end up in jail.

- Let me talk to the chief.

- No, he doesn't wanna talk to you.

- I wanna hear it from him.

- No, Blind Cop.

Chief has made his decision.

In fact, he doesn't even wanna look at you.

You're a disgrace to the whole police force.

- [GULPING]

BARTENDER: Having a lot to drink tonight, huh, bud?

- [HICCUPS] Another.

- So what's got you down, Blind Cop?

- I'm not a cop anymore.

I'm nothing.

Now get me another.

- Well, at least you're still blind.

Hey, listen, bud.

I've been where you are before, and I know you'll

fight your way out of this.

Trust me.

I did.

I always remembered something my dad

told me after a group of bullies beat me up at school.

- Oh, god.

- My dad said, "Son, you're gonna face a lot of shit

in your life.

And when life grabs you by the balls,

you gotta come in its face."

I never understood what he meant by that,

but, man, that always struck a chord with me.

- [VOMITS]

[INSECTS CHIRPING]

- You're beyond saving, Blind Cop.

[DOOR SLAMS]

[CHATTER]

[LAUGHTER]

[CAN CLACKING]

[RESONANT MUSIC]

[ZIPPERS ZIPPING]

[URINE DRIBBLING]

[RESONANT MUSIC]

♪ ♪

- Hey, leave him alone!

- [LAUGHS] What are you gonna do about it, pussy?

- I'll call the cops.

- The cops?

We have the best one in town right here.

- Blind Cop?

[BONE CRUNCHES]

[MEN SCREAMING]

[MAN WHIMPERING]

- Blind Cop, are you OK?

- Oh, Mac, is that you?

- No, Blind Cop.

It's Schmidty.

- Oh.

- From the police station, remember?

- Those motherfuckers.

- Uh, we gotta--

we're gonna get you somewhere else, OK?

Come on.

You can't stay here, OK?

This place is really gross.

We're gonna get you someplace safe, OK?

[BLIND COP VOMITING]

[RETCHING]

[COUGHING]

[GRUNTS]

[RETCHING]

[GULPS]

- Aah.

I have nothing now.

- What are you gonna do?

- Nothing I can do.

I thought getting back on the force would help.

It just made things worse.

I think this is it for me, kid.

- The city needs you, Blind Cop.

You see how bad it's gotten since you've been gone.

- It's too late.

I'm over.

- People remember what you did for this city.

I mean, you saved us.

- Bullshit.

- I remember two years ago, you showed everyone what you

could do with just that cane.

- Yeah?

Well, look where that got me.

And look where that got Mac.

[SIGHS]

- And what would Mac think of you right now?

- [SIGHS]

- It's not too late.

It's not too late to get justice for Mac.

You can stay the night in my house if you want, OK?

I mean, my room's a little messy,

but you really look like you could use a good rest.

- It's fine.

[SNIFFLES]

[GROANS]

I can walk home.

SCHMIDTY: I--

- [GROANS]

- No, I-- I insist, really.

It's the least I can do for someone

I've looked up to for so long.

- I really appreciate it, Schmidt.

- It's no problem, really.

[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC]

BLIND COP (VOICEOVER): Con Thien.

In Vietnamese, it means Hill of Angels.

[RAIN SPLATTERING]

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

Summer of '67.

[BIRDSONG]

The Viet Cong was tightening its noose.

This was their territory, and we were just lost in it.

♪ ♪

We walked right into an ambush.

[RAPID GUNFIRE]

[MISSILE FIRES]

[EXPLOSION]

And they slaughtered my whole unit.

That's when the airstrikes came in--

chemical warfare raining down from the heavens.

[SCREAMING]

[CHOKING]

When I came to, I couldn't see, but I could finally breathe.

I could listen.

And the jungle, it was--

it was speaking to me, teaching me.

[YELLS]

[UPBEAT MUSIC]

[GRUNTING]

♪ ♪

That jungle taught me everything I would

ever need to know to survive.

Deep down in that pit of fucking hell on Earth, I was home.

[SCREAMS]

I was finally free, and I knew in that moment,

I would never fear anything ever again.

[BIRDSONG]

[DOOR SLAMS]

- I'm ready.

- What?

What-- what happened?

- No time to explain, Schmidty.

We got some police work to do.

[ROCK MUSIC]

♪ ♪

[SIGHS]

- You don't have any more leads from the case?

- My last solid lead fell off the roof

with that lowlife criminal.

♪ ♪

There was a name--

Frog Lips.

- Frog Lips?

That's ridiculous, Blind Cop.

- I know it is, but it's all we got.

- Know anybody that might have info on him?

- I just might know a guy.

[ROCK MUSIC]

♪ ♪

- So this is what a stakeout is like?

- Yep.

- This is really exciting.

So what made you want to be a cop?

- I'm gonna get some shut-eye now, Schmidty.

Why don't you keep a lookout?

- Yeah.

No, I'm-- I'm on it.

[CLINKING]

[RUSTLING]

[INSECTS CHIRPING]

- [RETCHES]

- [SNIFFS] He's here.

- Where?

[WINDOW CLINKING]

- Roll the window down.

[BLIND COP GROANS]

[WINDOW CREAKING]

$20 for a hand job, $30 for oral.

And for you, 50% off.

[CHUCKLES]

Hey, it's Blind Cop.

[CHUCKLES] I didn't know that was you.

I heard you've been causing a ruckus all over town.

The, uh-- the giant has returned from his slumber,

but I still don't know why.

- You know why I'm here.

- Could it be because of your, uh--

your old partner?

What was his name again?

[TAPS ON CAR]

Oh, I know.

I know.

Mac.

[CHUCKLES]

- I need you to locate a name for me.

- I'm listening.

- Frog Lips.

- Oh, Frog Lips?

Now, that's a big name.

And that's gonna cost you.

- How much are you asking for?

- Oh, not money, no.

You see, I got this, uh--

- I don't have time for your games!

- Jesus!

You're not gonna use that thing, are you?

- I could slide this right through your skull

in an instant, Frank!

- All right, just calm down.

Chill.

- Now, I'm gonna ask you one more time.

Where's Frog Lips?

- Look, he's-- he's gonna be at--

at Wick's Nightclub in the-- in the next hour or so.

- You better not be lying.

- I'm not.

I swear.

- All right, kid, our work here is done.

[CAR ENGINE STARTS]

SCHMIDTY: Hey, Blind Cop.

- What?

- Do you ever get scared?

- What do you mean?

- Like, when you're on duty.

- When you've seen the shit that I've seen on the force,

you get pretty hard.

- Yeah, I-- I guess I just feel like I don't have what

it takes to be a cop sometimes.

- Don't say that, Schmidt.

Being a cop is easy.

Just be a fucking man.

- [SIGHS] Yeah, no, you're right.

It's just that simple, you know?

I guess I'm just a pussy.

- You know, kid, I was kinda like you once.

- What do you mean?

- A pussy.

- Really?

- Uh-huh.

- How'd you get over it?

- I, uh--

I remembered something my father told me once.

- What'd he say?

- He said, "Son, you're gonna face a lot of shit in this life.

But when life grabs you by the balls,

you gotta come in its face."

- Huh.

[GRIM MUSIC]

- I gotta see Frog Lips.

- The boss doesn't have an appointment with you today,

Frank.

- It's about Blind Cop.

- Let him through.

♪ ♪

- Thanks for letting me borrow the car, kid.

- Yeah, anytime.

So what's the plan now?

- Go to the nightclub and pay this little Frog Lips

character a visit.

- What are we doing here then?

Let's go.

- Schmidty, things might get a little hairy there.

I think it's safer for the both of us

if you just stay back and watch home base.

- Yeah.

Yeah, it's a good idea.

- Oh, and Schmidty, you mind if I borrow the car?

It'll only take a minute.

- Just please promise me that you're not gonna kill anyone.

- I promise.

- OK.

Be careful.

- And, Schmidty, I really appreciate it.

- No problem.

[CAR ENGINE STARTS]

[ROCK MUSIC]

BOUNCER: All right, next.

Wait, guys, it's Blind Cop.

[GRUNTS]

♪ ♪

- [SNIFFS]

- [GULPING]

♪ ♪

MAN: Everyone, get the fuck out now!

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

All right, all right, party's over!

Move it!

Move it!

[DOOR SLAMS]

[TENSE MUSIC]

FROG LIPS: Look who stumbled upon my part of town.

Lonely old Blind Cop.

- [EXHALES] I'm guessing this is what I get for trusting a rat.

- Did you really think you could catch

the mighty Frog Lips off guard?

- [SCOFFS] Frog Lips.

What a ridiculous name.

FROG LIPS: I know, Blind Cop.

It's pretty ridiculous that one bad day can turn you green.

But you're no stranger to bad days,

and neither was your partner.

- His death is on your hands!

FROG LIPS: Oh, how little you do know, Blind Cop.

- You're gonna tell me everything.

FROG LIPS: [CACKLES] Do you really

think it's gonna be that easy?

[CLAPS]

[SCUTTLED FOOTSTEPS]

MAN 1: We can take him boys, right?

MAN 2: He ain't nothing but a lousy drunk.

[JUKEBOX CLICKS]

I'm sure he's not as big and bad as they say, yeah.

[UPBEAT MUSIC]

MAN 1: Let's all take him one at a time.

MAN 2: One at a time.

♪ ♪

[KNUCKLES CRUNCH]

♪ ♪

- Let's fucking boogie.

- Get him!

[GRUNTING]

- [YELLING]

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTING]

♪ ♪

- [CACKLING]

- [GROANS]

♪ ♪

[GRUNTS]

[BONE CRUNCHES]

[MAN SCREAMS]

[MEN WHIMPERING]

[BLIND COP GROWLING]

[NECK BONES CRUNCH]

[UPBEAT MUSIC]

♪ ♪

- The game's over, Frog Lips.

I know you're behind everything.

- Wait.

Blind cop, you got it wrong.

I-- I-- I'm the boss, but I'm not the boss-boss.

The boss-boss is the boss of all us crime bosses.

[TABLE CLATTERS]

BLIND COP: You better start talking.

- Kunst.

His name is Kunst.

He runs everything.

He smuggles all the weapons through his cargo trucks.

[SIREN WAILS]

- But what about Mac?

FROG LIPS: Blind Cop, your--

your partner--

- My partner's what?

- Mac was--

[GUNSHOT]

- Frog Lips, tell me.

Frog Lips, tell me!

- Blind Cop?

What have you done?

- Chief, I mean--

[GUNSHOTS]

[GLASS SHUTTERS]

[YELLS]

[GRUNTING]

[SIRENS WAILING]

[GRUNTS]

- Freeze!

[GUNSHOTS]

- Got any change, mister?

Hey.

[GUNSHOT]

[GRUNTS]

It hurts.

It hurts.

[GUNSHOT ON TV]

[MAN GRUNTS]

- Amigo!

- The only good criminal is a dead criminal.

- The only good criminal is a dead--

- Blind Cop, what happened?

- Schmidty.

[GROANS] Frog Lips was murdered.

[GROANS] They think I did it.

- Wait, wait, who's "they"?

- The police.

And they're after us.

- Oh, Blind Cop, I--

I thought you quit.

- It ain't for my mouth, Schmidty.

[GRUNTS]

We're on our own.

- Wait, "we"?

I mean, I was just back here watching home base

'cause you told me to.

- Schmidty.

[GRUNTS] I need your help.

[CLATTERING]

- Fuck.

KUNST: Very good job.

You really are remarkable and much more reliable

than that gross-looking toad man.

[WHEELCHAIR SQUEAKING]

I just hope he didn't reveal too much to our enemy

before you got to him.

You'll have your chance to take care of him

tomorrow, when the time is right.

- [GASPS]

[GROANING]

How long was I out?

SCHMIDTY: Two days.

- What?

- No, I'm just messing with you.

It was-- it was only a few hours.

So what happened back there?

- This whole thing was a whole lot deeper than I thought.

- So what are we gonna do about it?

- I honestly don't know.

- I mean, you must have learned something at the club.

- Frog Lips did mention Mac.

I have to go back to my place.

- What? No.

I mean, your place is probably crawling with police by now.

- I left something very important back there.

- This is crazy.

- I need it!

- OK.

But I'm coming with you this time.

- You're not ready yet.

- Yeah?

How well did it go on your own last time, huh?

[GULPING]

- OK, but I'm driving.

[CAR ENGINE ROARING]

- A gun?

- No.

- A dog?

- No, Schmidty.

- It's OK if it's a dog.

We had one at the orphanage.

I mean, I was there for a while, but,

you know, it was basically the only friend that stuck around.

After a few years, he got really sick, and--

- It's not a fucking dog, Schmidty!

- What's so important that we're going back for it then?

- A photo.

- A what?

- A photograph.

- We're risking getting arrested for a photograph?

- It's all I have left.

- What are you talking about?

- It's all I have left of Mac.

- He must have meant a lot to you.

[UPBEAT MUSIC]

- More than you could ever know.

♪ ♪

[INSECTS CHIRPING]

♪ ♪

SCHMIDTY: There's a cop outside.

- There's two.

SCHMIDTY: So what do we do now?

Just wait for them to leave?

- No, Schmidty.

You're gonna distract them.

- What?

No.

Why me?

- Well, I can't go.

- Can't you just take off your sunglasses or something?

I just don't know if I can do it.

I mean, what am I supposed to say?

- I don't know.

- Well, what would you say?

- Me?

I would wing it.

- I just can't.

I'm not you.

- You know, I wasn't always like this.

I wasn't born blind.

[INSECTS CHIRPING]

[AIRPLANE WHIRRING OVERHEAD]

- You OK, kid?

- Yeah.

- Did something happen?

- Yes.

So I just saw these guys, these two guys,

and they were drinking outside.

- OK.

Was there anything else?

- Yes.

And they were smoking.

- Smoking?

- Crack!

- So they were drinking, and they are smoking crack?

- Yeah, right down the street.

- What the fuck?

- Well, how do you know it was crack?

- Well, they offered some of it to me,

and they asked if I would like some crack.

And I said, no way.

- Can you describe these guys to me?

- Absolutely.

So it was two males.

It was two very large males.

Um, and they were very loud, intimidating,

and they were trying to hand out drugs to children.

- What color were they?

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

[DOOR LOCK RATTLING]

- Fuck!

They changed the lock.

- Well, hey, I knew this would come in handy.

- What do you got there?

- It's a paperclip.

There's this trick I learned at the orphanage.

Our house mother, she was the worst.

I mean, she was always punishing us for stuff.

She hated this one kid, like, more than the rest of us.

I think he had autism or something.

She wouldn't even feed this guy sometimes,

and I felt really bad for him.

So, you know, I'd try to sneak to the kitchen

every now and then, grab him a snack.

[GROANS] But, you know, I mean, all

the doors were locked by that time,

so I had to get pretty good--

[DOOR THUMPS]

- We haven't got all day, Schmidty.

No.

[BOTTLES CLINKING]

No.

Where is it?

No, no, no.

Come on, it's gotta be here!

[BOTTLES CLINKING]

- Hey, this it?

- Holy shit.

That's it.

[PENSIVE MUSIC]

Thanks, kid.

- [CHUCKLES] You look happy.

- I was happy.

- Do you wanna talk about it?

BLIND COP: In the good old days--

[GUNSHOT]

--me and Mac--

[MAN GROANS]

--we were the perfect team. [BONES CRUNCH]

[MAN SCREAMS]

I remember the first time we saved this city.

[CAMERAS SHUTTERING, APPLAUSE]

SCHMIDTY: What did it feel like?

[MAN GROANS]

BLIND COP: Those were the best goddamn years of my life.

- Man, Mac must have really been great.

- [CHUCKLES] He was one of the best.

- I'm sure that was amazing, hearing that from you.

- What are you talking about?

- Hearing that he was such a great cop from the greatest

cop in the city.

- I never told him that, but he knew.

- You said you were the perfect team.

You never told him?

- I didn't need to tell him.

I mean, I--

I guess I never really found the right time

to let him know how I felt.

[KISSES TEETH]

- I'm sure he knew.

- We shouldn't waste any more time here.

- So what's our next lead?

- Frog Lips gave me the name of the man

behind all of this stuff--

Kunst.

- The weapons?

- Everything.

- So where do we find him?

[MOTORCYCLE APPROACHING]

- He mentioned he brings his stuff in on cargo trucks.

- Cargo trucks?

[RAPID GUNFIRE]

BLIND COP: Oh, shit!

[RAPID GUNFIRE]

[INTENSE MUSIC]

- Wait!

What are you doing?

BLIND COP: Get in the car!

[CAR ENGINE STARTS]

SCHMIDTY: What the hell just happened?

Who was that guy?

- I don't know, but he's a dead man!

- Are you sure that we should do this?

- If it wasn't for me, you'd be dead right now, Schmidty!

Why can't you just trust me?

[TIRES SCREECH]

- Blind Cop!

Wait!

What's the plan?

- There doesn't always need to be a plan, Schmidty.

- We have no guns and no intel, and

this is most definitely a trap.

Think about it.

Why did that guy stop shooting at us, huh?

Why did he lead us here?

- Because criminals don't think!

- Then what do you call this?

- You need to leave, kid!

- Are you just trying to get yourself killed?

- You know what, Schmidty?

You were right.

You are a pussy.

All you've done is gotten in my way.

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

♪ ♪

[FOOTSTEPS]

[CLANG]

[GUNS CLICKING]

Who's making the first move?

[WHEELCHAIR SQUEAKING]

KUNST: Nobody is gonna move a muscle

until I say so, Blind Cop.

- Who are you?

- My name is Ulrich Von Kunst, and I am a--

- Criminal dirtbag!

- I think of myself as an opportunist,

and this city is full of opportunities.

- Like the opportunity to arm these animals

with military-grade firepower?

- Yes.

How else are they gonna fight against you, Blind Cop?

- They can fight me with their fists like men.

- Not everyone can crush bones with a single punch.

- Oh, I can do more than that.

KUNST: But then you'll never find out

what happened to your partner.

- Tell me.

- The answer is much closer than you think.

- Tell me now!

[GUN COCKS]

KUNST: Now, you are really in a pickle, Blind Cop.

- But that's impossible.

No one can sneak up on me, except for--

Mac?

[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC]

♪ ♪

[PUNCH THUDS]

♪ ♪

Why?

- What was that?

- Why, Mac?

- Why?

Why?

I'll tell you why, Blind Cop.

Because every bust that we ever had,

every crime that we ever stopped,

everything that you and I ever did,

you got all the fucking praise!

And why?

Because you were the fucking blind one, that's why.

- Do you think I chose to be blind?

Mac, there isn't a day that goes by that I

wish I wasn't like this.

MAC: That doesn't change the fact

that you got all the praise.

No matter how hard I worked, I--

I was always Blind Cop's fucking partner.

But you know what the worst part was?

You didn't value me.

- I did value you, Mac.

- Oh, shut the fuck up!

No, you didn't!

That's bullshit!

[BLIND COP SOBBING]

- I loved you.

[SNIFFLES]

I really loved you.

[SNIFFLES]

[SIGHS]

[CLEARS THROAT]

[SNIFFLES]

[SIGHS]

[WHEELCHAIR SQUEAKING]

KUNST: But we appreciated you, didn't we, Mac?

When Mac came to us, I knew you were wasting his talents,

so I helped him fake his own death.

And together, we built this company.

And look how far we've come.

We just have one last thing in our way.

- And what might that be?

- It's really sad you won't be around to see it.

But let's just say you won't be the only cop

who's gonna die tonight.

With no one left to protect the city,

someone will have to step in, someone

who can bring it to its true potential, someone like me.

- I know at least one good person left in this city

who won't stand for this.

- [SCOFFS] You mean the boy?

Well, after Mac is done with you, he'll pay him a visit.

So nothing left to say, Blind Cop?

Then it looks like we're all done here.

Mac, have your fun with this animal.

[WHEELCHAIR SQUEAKING]

[SOFT, TENSE MUSIC]

♪ ♪

[GUN COCKS]

♪ ♪

[GUNSHOTS]

♪ ♪

- [GROANS]

♪ ♪

- Mac, you're hit.

[MAC GROANING]

♪ ♪

Let me help.

- There's nothing you can do for me.

But you can still stop them.

[LABORED BREATHING]

I didn't realize how far Kunst would take this.

[LABORED BREATHING]

They're at the abandoned surplus warehouse.

- I don't wanna lose you again, partner.

- Just kill every single one of those motherfuckers.

- I promise you, Mac.

♪ ♪

- [SOBBING]

♪ ♪

[SCREAMING]

[ROCK MUSIC]

[MAN HUMMING]

♪ ♪

[MAN GRUNTS]

[SNIFFING]

♪ ♪

[GLASS SHATTERS]

[GRUNTS] Goddammit, fuck!

[COUGHING]

[SLOWED, DISTORTED MUSIC]

♪ ♪

[CHOKING]

[FLAMES CRACKLING]

[COUGHING]

Schmidty, you came back for me.

SCHMIDTY: Yeah, Blind Cop.

Someone's gotta watch your ass.

- Those things I said back there, I didn't really--

- It's OK, really.

Just be a fucking man, right?

- Thank you, partner.

[KEYS JINGLING]

- So what do we do next?

- We save this city, Schmidty.

[UPBEAT MUSIC]

♪ ♪

- So we still have no guns, we're definitely outnumbered,

and we still have no idea what kind of mess we're walking into?

- Like always.

- But I got your back this time.

Oh, and, uh, I brought you this.

♪ ♪

- Let's fucking boogie.

♪ ♪

[INSECTS CHIRPING]

MAN (ON RADIO): Hey, Bill, how's your post looking?

- All clear.

Over.

[GRUNTS, BONE CRUNCHES]

[GUN CLICKING]

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

♪ ♪

- Hey, move those detonators down the hall.

- Yes, sir, right away.

SCHMIDTY: They got some kind of a bomb in there.

- We're facing some serious motherfuckers.

It's your turn, kid.

- Are you sure?

- I thought you wanted to be a cop.

[MACHINE BEEPING]

[KEYS CLACKING]

[MACHINE CLICKING]

[MACHINE TRILLING]

[INSECTS CHIRPING]

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪ ♪

[MAN GRUNTING]

[GUNSHOTS]

[MAN GAGGING]

♪ ♪

It's game time, Schmidty.

[SCUTTLED FOOTSTEPS]

[GUNSHOTS]

♪ ♪

[MEN GROANING]

♪ ♪

[MAN GRUNTS]

[BODY THUDS]

[GUN CLICKS]

- Wait!

Wait!

[GRUNTS]

[WHIMPERING]

♪ ♪

No, no, please! [GUN COCKS]

Please, don't shoot!

[STUTTERS] I only did it for the money!

- Blood money.

[GUNSHOT]

[TOILET FLUSHES]

[GUNSHOT]

[GRUNTING]

[GRIM MUSIC]

♪ ♪

[GUNSHOT]

♪ ♪

[MUFFLED GROWLING]

♪ ♪

[MUFFLED YELLING]

♪ ♪

[FLESH SQUELCHES]

[BLOOD SPLATTERING]

♪ ♪

- [GURGLING]

♪ ♪

- Oh, my god, I'm sorry.

I-- I messed it up.

I shouldn't even be out here--

- Just shut up, kid.

You done good.

[GRUNTING]

But we got work to do.

Just find me a fucking gun.

SCHMIDTY: Here.

[GRIM MUSIC]

[BLIND COP GRUNTING]

♪ ♪

- We gotta move.

MAN 1: Hey, where are they?

MAN 2: I think you're up ahead.

[GUN COCKS]

[GUNSHOTS]

[MAN GRUNTS]

MAN 1: Go get 'em!

[GUNSHOTS]

[MAN GRUNTS]

Go, go, go, go!

[GUNSHOTS]

[MAN GRUNTS]

[TENSE MUSIC]

[DISTANT GUNFIRE]

[MEN SCREAMING]

[GUNSHOT]

[MAN GRUNTING]

[GUNSHOT]

[BODY THUDS]

[BLIND COP GROANING]

[WHITE CANE CLICKS]

- You sure are hard to get rid of, Blind Cop.

I see you already moved on from Mac.

BLIND COP: It's over, Kunst.

[HIGH-PITCHED RINGING]

- For you.

SCHMIDTY: Blind Cop!

[BLIND COP GRUNTING]

- I had this little machine custom-made, straight

from Germany, just for you.

Tell me, does it sound familiar?

- You were there that night, weren't you?

- Oh, yes, Blind Cop.

We planned it for weeks.

[HIGH-PITCHED RINGING]

[BLIND COP GRUNTING]

[DOOR CLUNKS]

[SCHMIDTY GRUNTING]

- [GRUNTING]

[HIGH-PITCHED RINGING]

[DEVICE BEEPS]

- All this senseless violence, Blind Cop.

Did you ever, even once, stop to think about why

I'm doing this to you?

- Because you're a fucking lowlife criminal,

just like all the other filth I've cleaned off these streets.

- And how much of that filth had families

to care for, mouths to feed?

- All the criminals I killed made a choice.

No one forced them to put on those masks.

- You have no idea what we were forced to do!

[TENSE MUSIC]

You see yourself as the hero, but you ruined more lives

than any criminal in this city.

[HIGH-PITCHED RINGING]

- [GRUNTING]

♪ ♪

- [GRUNTING]

- [GRUNTING]

[DEVICE BEEPS]

KUNST: You still don't get it.

You did this.

- What are you talking about?

- It was just another drug bust for you,

but for me, it was the worst day of my life.

Do you think I came to this country to be a criminal?

I started with nothing, and I survived the only way I could.

I didn't think things could get any worse for me.

And then you crippled my whole body without a second thought.

[SCHMIDTY GRUNTING]

[SKULL CRUNCHING]

[MAN GRUNTING]

[SCHMIDTY YELLING]

[GRUNTING]

[BLOOD SPLATTERING]

♪ ♪

- Fuck you!

- You attacked us.

- And what threat did I pose to you, best cop in the city?

You changed my whole life in an instant.

Not a day has gone by which I haven't thought

about what you did to me.

And I am sure as hell you never even thought about me once.

♪ ♪

And so now I'm gonna make sure you never hurt anyone again.

[GUNSHOT]

[MOANING]

[BLIND COP GRUNTING]

[KUNST MOANING]

[GRUNTS]

What a hero.

- You had a choice.

[FLESH SQUELCHES]

You chose wrong.

[CLANG]

[DOOR CLUNKS]

[AX CLANGS]

- [SOBBING] Please don't shoot.

[GUNSHOT]

[GUN CLATTERS]

[SCHMIDTY RETCHING]

[FABRIC RIPS]

- [GROANS]

[SIGHS]

- How's the leg?

- I'll tell you one thing.

[GROANS]

It'll be healed long before these pieces of shit

are stuck 6 feet deep.

How about you, kid?

- I don't--

I don't really know.

- Hey!

We did a good thing here tonight, Schmidty.

You know how many criminals we took off the street,

how many lives we just saved?

This world's gonna be a better place

without these animals in it.

[GROANS]

[SIGHS]

I learned the truth of this world

long before I ever became a cop.

- The truth?

- The truth is that we're all thrown into this fucking

rat race against our will.

And the ones that aren't willing to eat each other

alive to stay in it--

[GROANS]-- will always be devoured by the ones that are.

We can't let these animals win, just

because they're willing to break the law

and the good people aren't.

So I made an oath a long time ago

that I would do everything in my power to take out as many

of these savages as I can until the day I meet my finish line.

That's why I became a cop.

And you know what?

I saw some damn fine police work tonight out of you, kid.

- [CHUCKLES]

- But if you're gonna make a real difference in this world,

it ain't gonna be filling out police reports

or handing out parking tickets.

I think we could make a real difference without a badge.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

[BLIND COP GROANS]

Just be a fucking man, right?

- You got that right, Schmidty.

Just be a fucking man.

[WHITE CANE CLICKING]

[RESONANT MUSIC]

♪ ♪

[INTRIGUING MUSIC]

♪ ♪