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(HONKY TONK MUSIC PLAYING)

All right, one more shot.
Here's to New York.

The only place
hat could turn a natural
disaster into a party.

Here's to the hurricane
blowing offshore

and leaving us the hell alone.

Drink, drink!

EMCEE: All right,
everybody, final question.

Superman's father's name.

Trick question.
Krypton dad or real dad?

Krypton!
Oh! Whoa.

Perfect memory girl,

you have an unfair advantage.
Not supposed to play,
remember?

EMCEE: Pencils down,
pencils down.

I'm not playing,
I'm simply offering

emotional support to my team.
I'm like a cheerleader.

I'm gonna keep
my eye on you, then.

Well, why should
hat change? You've been
doing it all night.

(CHUCKLES)

All right, the correct
answer is Jor-El.

Ladder Company 70 nailed it!

(CHEERING)

All right!

All right, that means
we got a tie

between Major Crimes
and Ladder Company 70.

That means a bonus
question will determine
onight's champion.

Buy me a victory drink after?

Hey, why don't you
back up, beefcake?

Oh ho ho!

I know Kung furate,
why don't you get back

on your side, man.
Cops over here,

chutes and ladders
over there, pal!

All right, all right.
Listen, we played a song

before all 30 questions
onight. Okay.

Give us the song titles
of the third, ninth,

and 17th songs we played.

Hey, can I get
your number?
Yes, you may.

Thank you.

6-4-6...
Uh-huh.

5-5-5...
Uh-huh.

0-1-7-1.
0-1-7-1.

Mmm-hmm.

It shouldn't take that long
o type my number down.

I'm sending
a message.
Oh.

Will I like it?

It's a winner.

Yeah?
Yeah.

(CELL PHONE DINGS)

Oh.

(CLEARS THROAT)

I got it.
We got it!

We got it!
Got it!

Got it!
I got it!

Whoo!
(LAUGHS)

I don't see what
he big deal is.

Looks fine out there.

Give it a few hours.

I just heard on the radio,
could be worse than Sandy.

Category four maybe.

All right, well,
we gotta stack these bags
around these pylons

storm's coming up
from the South.

Damn it!

Oh!

I'm not gonna lie,
I got a "Hunker down
for the hurricane"

happy hour hangover.

Come by my lab.

I'll hook you up
with a hangover cure

I picked up
in Med school.
Oh, thank you.

What do we got?

Body of a young girl.
Right over here.

Girl's name is Sadie Kopinski.

19-year-old
from Yonkers.

Some kind of ligature
was used to strangle her.

Still haven't
determined the source.

Unis are canvassing
he beach for something

hat would've left
a pattern like that.

And she has a contusion
on her left parietal bone.

Lack of defensive wounds
suggests she was knocked out
before she was strangled.

CSUs are trying
o get what they can
before the wind picks up.

Scene's a mess.
I doubt they'll find much.

She's just a baby.

Hurricane Guin continues
o pound its way

toward the tri-state area
with no sign of letting up.

Boasting sustained winds
over 90 miles per hour,

Guin promises to be
he most powerful storm

to hit the city
since Hurricane Sandy...

Hey, what are we looking at?

Oh, at my apartment.

Actually, uh,
from the camera
inside the ATM

across from my apartment.

What are you,
spying on yourself?

No, I just, uh, didn't know
if I closed my windows,

and with the storm coming,
I ain't taking any chances.

That your neighbor?
Yup.

She's smokin'.
Yep.

No, no, no, wait.
Go back.

No, that's
not happening.
(CHUCKLES)

Looks like
my windows are closed,
so crisis averted.

Spying on your neighbor
again there, Jay?

What?
No!

Ah. (LAUGHS)

What do we have on our vic?

(GROANS)

Sadie Kopinski, former student

at the Big Apple
School of Beauty.

Dropped out earlier this year

after her second arrest
for drug possession.

She lived with her parents,
Ray and Fiona Kopinski

out in Yonkers, both of which

were on the graveyard shift
at the time of Sadie's death.

No sign of forced entry
or struggle at the home.

So my guess is,
she wasn't killed there.

You got a timeline for her
he night she was killed?

Street cam outside
her parents' place

caught her leaving
Sunday night at 6:30 P.M.

Where'd she go next?

According to her
cell phone GPS,
she was home all night.

Which we know isn't true.

Sadie left her cell phone
at home before heading out.

What kind of 19-year-old
leaves her cell phone at home?

Sadie's cell had one of those
"Find My Phone" apps

installed by her parents,
which they access regularly.

She probably leaves
her phone at home

in case her parents try
o check up on her.

Maybe she's up to old habits?

Not necessarily.

Just got Delina's
autopsy report,

and it looks like
her tox screen
came back clean.

So Sadie wasn't currently using.

Anything else?

Delina did find traces
of polyethylene resin

hroughout her thoracic region.

It's a chemical compound

found in plastic bags, tubing,
adhesive tape, and bottles.

Any of those things
could've made contact
with her body

after it was dumped
at the beach.

See if you can run down
any of Sadie's friends.

Carrie and I'll
alk to her parents.

We're on it, boss.

Sadie had her problems, but...

Who would want
o hurt my little girl?

I'm so sorry for your loss.

We're gonna do our best

o find whoever did this, okay?

FIONA: Ever since
she was little,
she loved makeup.

I'd let her do mine.

We'd sit around for hours.

She wanted to do makeup
for Broadway shows,

but she was never
able to stay sober
long enough to.

I'm sorry.

You sure I can't
get you anything?

Nah, I'm good.

Any idea where
Sadie went last night?

No, we didn't even know
hat she'd left the house

ill after we came home
from work this morning.

Can you think of anyone
who would want

o hurt your daughter?

She was turning her life around,

going to NA meetings.

Anything out of the ordinary?

I mean, coming out of rehab

must have been
a tough adjustment.

Actually,
here was a setback
a few weeks ago.

What happened?

Sadie was arrested
for petty theft,

but the charges were dropped.

Never went on her record.

Why were the charges dropped?

I don't know.

Sadie didn't want
o talk about it.

We were just relieved.
(SIGHS)

She had had so many
ough breaks.

We didn't want to look
a gift horse in the mouth.

There it is, no wonder why
it didn't show up at first.

Sadie's latest
brush with the law

was erased from
he C.I.I. database.

But you found it, Detective.

Sadie was arrested
for stealing the purse
of a Betty Wiggins,

but then the charges
were withdrawn

by Betty's grandson,
Robert. (WHISTLES)

Robert Wiggins.

As in Robert Wiggins?

Oh, my God.
One and the same.

Who the hell
are you talking about?

Robert Wiggins?
Yeah.

Better known as R-Dubbs.

What is it? Who is it?

Drug dealer turned
heavy-hitting music producer.
RDub.

Multiple arrests
for aggravated assault,
drugs, firearm possession.

He even did a stretch
up at Riker's.

So what do we think,
hat he got his grandmother
o refuse to prosecute

so he could take care
of it on his own?

That makes sense.

I mean, lyrically, RDub's
all about street justice.

You think I'd kill a girl
for robbing my grandma?

You've assaulted people
over a hell of a lot less.

I would kill someone
for robbing my grandmother,

so I ain't insulted
by the inquiry.

What about a girl?
Would you kill her?

I don't hit girls.

I got a business to run,
which is what I was doing

night before last.

I was at a show in Philly.

Someplace called Low End Theory.

Someone there will remember me.

You better hope they do.

And don't even think
about leaving town.

Look.

I wanted to press charges,
but the detective on the case

convinced me it'd be
a waste of my time.

He said there wasn't enough
evidence against her.

Remember the name
of this detective?

Uh...
Frank something.

Frank Fleming.

She wanted to do makeup
for Broadway shows...

He's not our killer.

He's not our killer.
He's not?

I saw the initials "FF"
on a ticket envelope

in Sadie's room.
Frank Fleming.

You think he bought
her the tickets?

I don't know, but he buried
he case for some reason.

Listen, Delina's report
said that Sadie

had a resin on her chest
consistent with adhesive tape.

What if Sadie
was wearing a wire?

You think Fleming
ossed Sadie's case

in exchange for her
working as a confidential
informant?

That's kind of a leap.

I'm the queen of leaping
o conclusions, you know that.

You're the queen
of a few other things
I can think of too.

I'm gonna take that
as a compliment.

Let's bring Fleming in.

If he leveraged Sadie
into doing his dirty work,

hat could be
how she got killed.

Lieutenant Al Burns.
Frank Fleming.

Thanks for coming in, Frank.

Major Crimes.
I musta hit the big time.

Yeah.
Something like that.

If you're looking for me
o consult on the case,

when it comes
o narcotics, I'm the guy.

Actually, there is a case.

Sadie Kopinski.

(SNORTS)
What about her?

That's what I want to know.

Tweaked-out C.I.

You pick her up?

Because she is into me
for 10 grand

of buy money that I fronted her.

That's the least
of your troubles, Detective.

Sadie's dead.

What?

And you got a lot
of explainin' to do, Frank.

I didn't know she was dead.

What'd you think happened
when you lost track of her?

I figured she ditched the wire

and bolted with the money
I gave her for the buy.

It wouldn't be
he first time a C.I. took off

with a bag full of cash.

Did you even look for her?

I scoured the park
where she was set
o meet the dealer.

There was
no sign of her,
so I left.

And you got Sadie killed.

Back off, Lieutenant.

You have no idea how much...

What?

Forget it.

Oh.

It's okay, Frank.

What's okay?

We figured out

who gave these
Broadway tickets to Sadie.

I thought maybe it was payment,

or you were bangin' her.

It wasn't like that.

No, it wasn't.

She mattered to you.

You two...
Was it serious?

You wouldn't
be the first good cop
o fall for a troubled...

No, it wasn't
anything like that.

She... She was
a good kid.

When I wired her up,

I just thought we'd be getting
another scumbag drug dealer
off the streets.

I never thought it would
end up like this.

Then you gotta help us
nail her killer.

Who was the dealer
she met up with?

All right, so,
meet our prime suspect,

at least according
o Frank Fleming, anyways,

a dealer named Bobby Ewers.

Now, Fleming sent over
Sadie's C.I. file,

so it does look like
she met up with Ewers
a few days ago.

There's something
you should know
about Ewers, Carrie.

This guys works
for one of the East Coast's
nastiest crime syndicates.

It's run by Lorenzo Abrelli,
aka The Shadow.

The Shadow?
Mmm-hmm.

Now, we've got next to nothing
on this guy on the database.

He's never been arrested.
People haven't even
seen him in years.

This guy is literally a ghost.

I mean, all I could find on him?

These low-res photos.

I know about this guy, Lorenzo.

He grew up in the Jersey
foster-care system,

bounced from family to family,

probably because
of his volatile temper.

When he was 12 years old,
system lost track of him.

How'd that happen?
A fire destroyed
he foster home he was in,

left him with a nasty
scar on his arm.

This boy walked
out of the hospital.

Nobody's seen him since.

But now, he's got
a wall of people
surrounding him,

protecting him. All of them
capable of murdering a C.I.

Whoa, hold on.

There's some activity
on Sadie's credit card.

Looks like Ewers bought
a train ticket to Toronto.

Leaves Penn Station in an hour.

And he's running up a tab
at a bar across the street
from the station.

Jeez, looks like
he's buying a drink

for everybody in the house.

Generous guy.

Hey boss, we got
a patrol car down
he block from the bar.

All right, let's pick him up.

We're bringing the party
here, boys.

Yep.

We found your ditched car.

And guess what?
There's blood
in the trunk.

I'm betting once they run it,

hey'll find out
it belongs to Sadie.

I didn't kill her.

Oh, we are way past that, Bobby.

We have all the evidence
we need to convict you.

Okay, maybe I freaked out

when I realized
she was wearing a wire,

and I hit her,

but she was definitely alive.

I didn't know
what to do, so I took her
o the people I work for.

You brought
an unconscious C.I.

o the headquarters
of a major drug operation?

Yeah.

That's what my bosses said, too.

You mean Lorenzo's people.

I don't know who it was.

I work with a guy, Diego.

He told me to get lost
for an hour while they
cleaned up my mess.

Who exactly
cleaned up your mess?

I don't know.
By the time I came back,

Diego was gone,
and the girl's body

was already in my trunk.

Where can we find Diego?

He texted me later that night.

Said he was booking it
for Brazil.

Where'd you meet up with him?

Can't tell you that.

Not without some reciprocity.

You think this is a negotiation?

I want immunity
and witness protection.

My bosses find out I ratted,
I'm a dead man.

Oh.

Okay.

Here's my counteroffer.

Go screw yourself.

How can I make a deal
with some scumbag

who knocks a girl out

and delivers her to
where she got killed?

Look, I know
he's a piece of shit, okay?

But he could lead us
o Sadie's killer.

We need that address.

Well, I've been
racking Bobby's movements
using his cell phone

from the night of Sadie's death.

Here's a list of the towers

hat his cell phone
pinged off of.

Looks like
he started his evening

on the Upper East Side,
hen he hit Liberty park.

Where he met
with Sadie.
And after that?

And after that,
he hit an industrial
manufacturing neighborhood

in the South Bronx.

Mostly just a bunch
of meat processing plants

and some other factories,

a coat factory
and an industrial
bakery, to be exact.

CSU's are trying to get
what they can

before the wind picks up.

Scene's a mess.
Doubt they'll find much.

Al, you may not
have to make a deal.

At Sadie's crime scene,
here was a wrapper.

Southview Bakery.

Come on, a crime syndicate
working out of a bakery?

Do you have anything better?

No.
So, Jay?

Have some unis
meet us there
in unmarked cars.

I have a feeling
we're walking into a room

full of people
who don't want to see us.

NEWSCASTER: With storm surges
expected to be over 10 feet,

flooding and power outages
are expected,

and Mayor de Blasio
is asking that all
non-essential personnel

please remain indoors.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

Here we go.

We're going in on my signal.

Al, wait.

Stand by.

That's him.
That's Lorenzo the Shadow.

That's him?

We're gonna need a bigger boat.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

Freeze, police!

Let me see your hands!
Don't move!

Okay, okay,
my hands are up,
just don't shoot.

Don't even think about it.

Get his gun.

You're making a mistake.

Wouldn't be the first,
and it won't be the last.

Cuff him up.
All right.

What's your name, big guy?

Huh?

Ah, no I.D.

Oh. You gonna
ell us your name,

or do we just call you
The Shadow?

Or you could call him
"Mr. Shadow,"

keep things formal.

My name is go f...

Don't say anything, Lorenzo.

Oh, Lorenzo.

See, now that
wasn't so hard, was it?

Nice to meet you, Lorenzo.

You're dead.
I'm sorry, boss.

They already called you
The Shadow, I figured...

All right, shut up.
Both of you.

Who are you?

I'm just a bean counter.

Lot of beans.

You don't know the half of it.

I'm sure we will,
once we get you back

o Major Crimes,
Steven Patchett.

Call me Stevie.
Everyone does.

OFFICER: We're gonna
ransport these guys in.

Right behind you.

You need a new nickname.

You're not in the
shadows anymore.

How about Lorenzo the Mute?

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(CHUCKLES)
Did you know 100 people
in the United States

are killed every year
by lightning strikes?

You a weatherman
as well as being
a criminal accountant?

You know, I resent that.
I mean, would you call

he Yankees' accountant
"Yankee Accountant?"

No, you would not.
So, you know,

your characterization
is as lazy as it is
fallacious.

Even though, yes,
my client is technically
a criminal.

Strike that.
Uh, alleged criminal.

You know, I have
an office in West...

Shut up.

I don't care about your
office in Westchester.

Just shut up.

Thank you.
Sure.

I was gonna shoot him myself.

(GUNSHOTS)
Get down!

Drive!

(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(PHONE RINGS)

Hey, Al.

AL: Jay, listen,
we've been ambushed.

Some of Lorenzo's
guys followed us
and shot up the car.

(RECEPTION DROPPING)
We're in the Bronx, but...

Whoa, whoa, Al, Al.

Uh, I didn't catch all that.
Can you repeat it?

AL: I think
we've lost 'em for now.

We gotta hole up somewhere.
We're heading towards...
(STATIC)

Al?

Al?

Hey, boss?

Carrie and Al
were just ambushed.

Their car just got shot up.

What do you mean?
Where, where are they?

I don't know.
Somewhere in the Bronx.

Lost the signal
before they could tell me
exactly where they were.

Look, that narrows it down
o, like, 60 square miles.

J-bones, what else?

I got nothing.

We have to find out
where they are,

and we have to get them help.

All right.
Come on.

Ah, come on.
It's this frickin' storm.

The whole system's down
because of it.

I can't even get a...
Jay.

Just do whatever the hell
you have to do

and find them, you got that?

(THUNDER RUMBLES)
All right.

Okay, so there are
no phone signals

'cause the cell towers
are overloaded.

Do we have coms
with anybody up there?

Uh...

No. It's a mess.

Can't get anything.
They're all out on calls.

Maybe we should go.
Go? And do what?

Wander around the Bronx with
what, a frickin' megaphone?

We have to find their location.

Try to get through
o any precincts,

see if there's been
any reports of any
shots fired.

Once we find out
where they were ambushed,
hen we find them.

Yes, ma'am.
All right.

(WIND HOWLING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)

51st has seen
better days. Hey.

Good thing you
remembered this place.

The engine's shot.

Hi, how may I help you?
Carrie Wells, Major Crimes.

Richie Gardner,
Probationary Officer.

You're a probey?
How long you
been on the job?

One week.
Four days, actually.

Okay, well, welcome
o the deep end.

We got a hurricane,
a wanted criminal,

and a bunch of guys
out there with guns

who are trying to find us
so they can set Lorenzo free.

Where are the holding cells?

Uh, we only have the one.

Place is under renovation.
It's in the bullpen.

Any guests tonight?

RICHIE: Just the guys
you're checking in.

And here's the keys.

Lock the door,
hunker down.
Storm's coming.

Ah!

Hey, you just ripped
a $2,000 suit, you know,

hat's the
fourth violation.
Shut up!

My statutory rights...

Ugh, this cut on my hand
needs medical attention,

now you're legally required
o provide that.

Okay, you know what?
If you shut up,

I will provide you
with medical attention.

(STAMMERING)
No, no, no, wait,

you can't put me
in the cell with him.

He's gonna try and kill me.

"Try" is actually
optimistic on my part.

He is going to
successfully kill me.

And then he'll likely kill
he family I'll never have.

But maybe I could
have that family

if you don't
put me in there.
You talk an awful lot.

Do you know that?
Are you good?

All right,
you know what? Listen.

Shut up.
You talk too much,

way too much.

This is the part
where you roll over

on the whole organization, huh?

I keep immaculate books.

Well, they're not
actually books, per se,

'cause everything's
on computers these days...

Oh, my God!

But I can give you
a big, juicy collar.

I'm gonna need a first aid kit.

I'll check with Richie.
Yeah.

You know what?
To give me a big
juicy collar,

I need a witness
who's brave enough
o testify at trial.

Are you gonna do that?

(THUNDER CLAPS)

I swear to you.
Anything you need.

Fine, you can stay
out here with me.

If you shut up
and stop annoying me.

Sit down.
Don't talk.

My anatomy thanks you.

Who are you?
(STAMMERS)
Who are you?

Lieutenant Al Burns.
One more time.

Who are you?
Oh, I'm Francis Shadez.

Administrative assistant.
I work here.

Okay, if you work here,
can you help me find
a first aid kit?

Yeah.

Sure, it's back here.
I'll show you.

Ah.

Hey.
(CHUCKLES)

What, you don't trust me?

I don't trust anyone.

(THUNDER CLAPS)

Shit.
Here you go.

Ah, thank you.
No cell phone reception.

Landlines are still down.
I'll check again.

Go.

Oh, it hurts.

Any word?
Not yet, no.

Working on Ewers's phone.

He's one of Lorenzo's top guys.

He's got all the cell numbers,

so we're gonna run
a track and trace.

Find Lorenzo's troops
before they find ours.

(THUNDER CLAPS)

We better hurry.
Storm's here.

Hold on.
Oh, baby, oh, baby.

Cracked it!

Yes!
Nice job.
Okay.

Okay, okay.

All right, I'm entering
phone numbers

of known Lorenzo associates,

see if they're on the move.
ALICE: Yeah, go, go, go.

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

Oh, no.
Oh, my God.

There's a dozen of 'em.

JAY LEE: And look where
hey're all headed.

161st and Grand Concourse.
That's the 51st Precinct.

And that's where
Carrie and Al
would head for.

Jay, we gotta call 'em.
We gotta warn 'em.

Yep.
Already on it.

(OPERATOR TONES)
CHERIE: Answer.

AUTOMATED FEMALE VOICE:
We're sorry, your call
can not be completed.

Come on.
Please check the number
and dial again.

Ah.

Precinct landlines are down.
There's no way to get
hrough to 'em, boss.

(SIGHS) They're surrounded
and they have no idea
what's coming at them.

(THUNDER CLAPS)

We're gonna be
stuck here for a while.

I should check the breach
points downstairs.

I'll come with you.

Richie. Keep
an eye on him.

Check the landlines,
and, um, if he annoys you,

just, you know, shoot him.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(CHUCKLES)
She was, uh...

She was joking, by the way.

I know you're
a little green, but, uh...

Cops are prone
o bouts of jocularity.

You know,
it, uh, helps relieve
he stress of the job.

I'm not a kid,
and I don't feel the
stress of the job.

Come on, I can see it.

Hey, it's just
wo guys talking, right?

I mean, look at you.

You're shaking like a leaf.

You know what?

You will be better off
in the cell.

Oh, come... Come on.

Ah!

You... She said
I could sit here.

Let's go.
Ah.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Go.

RICHIE: They're loose!

The emergency lights
should've kicked on by now.

This place must
have backup power.

Ah!

Hey.

Al, I saw a fuse box
on the way in now.

Maybe it's connected
o the backup generator.

I'll go help Richie.
Watch your ass.

That's what I got
you for, right?

Move a muscle,
it'll be the last breath...

Oh, sorry.

You're quite the badass.

I'll hold onto this.

You think I'm a badass?

Okay.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Bingo, baby.

(ELECTRICITY POWERS ON)
Come on, come on, come on.

Yes.

(GROANS)

What happened?
They overpowered me.

I'm sorry.
Which way did they go?

That way.
All right.

You two stay here.

(WHISPERS)
All right.

Clear.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Clear.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(SIGHS)
Clear.

I'll take the stairs.

You take the hall.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(GASPS)
Oh!

Shit.

Anything?

Nothing.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(MOUTHING)

Don't move.
Okay, don't shoot.

Get out.
Ow!

Ow, ow, ow.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Take it easy.
Ow!

Okay, okay.
All right.

Just... Ah!

Now what?

We wait for this storm
o blow over,

hen we all head downtown.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

CARRIE: Damn it.

(THUNDER CLAPS)

Lorenzo's boys are back in town.

Al, we got
guys with guns
headed this way.

How much ammo you got?

Four in this clip, one full.

I got one clip, it...

It's not gonna be enough.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Richie, we need ammo.

Well, ever since
he construction
started to happen,

it's been locked
in the Captain's safe.

He's the only one
hat knows the code.

(BANGING)

They're trying to break
he front door down!

Let's get down there.

You stay here.

(LOUD BANGING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(EXHALES)

Remember how I always
wanted to be more like

Butch Cassidy?

This isn't what I meant.

You know, I'm Butch Cassidy.
You're the Sundance Kid.

Is this really a time to...

(MAN GROANS)

Ah!

One clip left.

You guys need more ammo, right?

How'd you get into
he Captain's safe?

Well, he and I shared
some things.

This isn't for a Glock.

I'll take it.
All right.

Okay.
I'll check the
back entrance.

I'll cover you.
Go, go, go.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(DOOR RATTLING)

Don't move.
Al.

What the hell are you
doing here?

Figured you could use the help.

So you came through a hurricane?

Whoo!
Hey, boys.

Hey, we came to the rescue.
It's crazy out there.

It's crazy in here too,
and I'm not sure
we needed rescuing.

(GUNSHOTS)

Could use your help, though.

Okay.
All right.

Let's go.

MAN: Give us Lorenzo
and we're gone!

Hey.

Welcome to the party.

I think we can keep 'em
pinned down from here.

Go.

(GUNFIRE)

(GROANS)

I'm... I'm out.

Okay, listen to me.

Richie, is there
a way out of here?

Some kind of obscure way
hey might not know about?

Uh, the... Down
in the basement,

here's a door
with a deadend alley.

Great.
Okay, you and Richie

ake Lorenzo and the accountant,

see if there's a way out
hrough that alley.

We'll hold 'em off from here.

Okay.
Go.

(GUNSHOTS)

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(GRUNTS)

Ah! No!

Get up!
Ah!

Oh!

Please be gentle.
This is my calculating hand.

Drop the gun, or he's dead.

I said drop it.

Drop it!

It's okay, Richie.

(GUN CLATTERS)
Keys.

Let's go, keys!

(THUNDER CLAPS)

(KEYS CLATTER)
Pick 'em up, Stevie.

Let's go, get the keys!

Okay, okay, okay.

Come on, come on!

Get 'em off me.

(CHOKES)

The storm's almost over
and this place is gonna
be surrounded.

You're not gonna get outta here.

(GRUNTS)

You bastard.
(RICHIE GROANS)

You're my ticket outta here.

Put the cuffs on her.

You mean our ticket, don't ya?

(CHUCKLES)

Come on, put the cuffs on her.

(YELLS)
Ah!

Oh!
(GRUNTS)

Ah!

(CHOKING)

(GUNSHOTS)

(GASPING)

Pretty badass for an accountant.

We gotta get Richie upstairs.

Let's finish this.
You ready?

Born ready, boss.

Francis, stay back.

I'd like to stay with him,

if that's okay with you.

Just stay close, okay?

I will.
All right.

(RICHIE GRUNTS)
Ah!

Okay, okay.

Get him down on the floor.

He can rest.
Ah.

Remain steady.
You're gonna be okay.
All right?

Ow.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

JOANNE: I know about
his guy, Lorenzo.

A fire destroyed
his foster home.

Left him with a nasty
scar on his arm.

So, uh, Stevie.

How long you been
Lorenzo's accountant for?

Uh... (BLOWS RASPBERRY)
I don't know.

Maybe about a year or so?

I was on my way out, though.

I don't think he liked
he way I did business.

Get down!

(GUNSHOTS)

That's odd.

Seems like he was protecting you

when we got shot at in the car.

(CHUCKLES)
Right.

More like
I was in his way
or something.

So, uh, so,
you think the judge
will go easy on me

if you tell him
I saved your life?

No.

I don't think that's
gonna happen, Lorenzo.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Excuse me?
Smart.

Hiding in plain sight
as the accountant.

Hiding?
(LAUGHS INCREDULOUSLY)

Okay, are you sure
you didn't take a blow
o the head too?

As a boy, Lorenzo was...

Was involved in a fire.

His arm was badly burned.

And I imagine the scars

look a lot like
what I just saw
on your arm.

So, uh...
If I'm Lorenzo...
(CHUCKLES)

Then, like, why...
Why didn't I kill you
when I had the chance?

Too smart.

You're not gonna
blow the cover you spent
years building, are you?

Easier to shoot the guy
you paid to pretend
o be Lorenzo.

You're a hero,
'cause you saved me.

You cut a deal,
agree to testify,

post bail, and then
you disappear

into the shadows.

(LAUGHS)
My God.

What?

(LAUGHS)

Oh.

(GROANS)

Pretty smart theory.

Course,
you got nothing
o hold me on.

Your belt.

You strangled Sadie
with your belt.

The markings are
he same as the studs,

and I bet forensics
can prove it.

(INHALES DEEPLY)
You are good.

(LAUGHS)

You know...

I know about you.

The famous memory cop.

I know about you, too.

Lorenzo.
Sad little boy.

Orphaned.
Ignored.

A victim of the
foster care system.

I feel sorry for that boy,

but I won't hesitate

o shoot the
cold-blooded murderer

standing in front of me.

That's touching.

But you know,
you should feel
sorry for yourself.

You see, I'm good with numbers.

Like, how many bullets
were in that gun,

and how many bullets went out.

I could have used one shot
o kill that big moron,

but I used four.

I emptied it.

Pretty clever,
pretending the gun
is loaded.

Oh, but it's empty.

You know it.

And I know it.

I don't need bullets
o take you out.

Let's see.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Oh!
Oh!

Ah!

(BONE CRUNCHES)
(SCREAMS)

(BOTH GRUNT)

I'm sorry, was that
your calculating hand?

(GRUNTS)

MAN: Hey, no joke.
It's a true story.

Saw, like, ten guys, all myself.

I had nine bullets.
It's weird.

Hey, you know, I...
All right.

Hey.

Hey, you feelin'
all right there, kid?

You okay? Yeah,
it's all good. Okay?

JAY LEE: So, you know, maybe

it's a good idea for you
o talk to a counselor.

Oh.

But you know, listen,
you handled yourself

really well back there.

I knew you had my back, so...

Hey, Francis.
Hey, tell me,

what do you think
about my boy Jay here?

He's kind of a hero, isn't he?

You let him do
all your talking
for you?

No, I don't.
Danny, uh...

Yeah.
I got this, okay?

Oh. Oh, I bet you do.

Okay, yes, I...
Yeah?

Okay, yes.
Thank you very much.

Look, you were really
cool under fire.
Thank you.

Really, really,
really standup job.

That was crazy.
Gonna take your tie off.

A little better.
CARRIE: Hey!

ALL: Hey!

I can't believe you
brought us all out here
and it's closed.

It's not closed.
It's a little surprise.

It's closed to the public,
but open to us.

Aw. That's sweet.
Thank you.

(LAUGHS)
What?

Uh... What is this?

That is a love meter.
It can test your passion.

Oh, really?
Well, no offense,

I could find other
ways to, you know...

ALL: Oh!
I'm sure you could!

JAY LEE: Right.
AL: Wait.

Who's first?
No, hold on a second.

Shots.
Oh.

To say thank you,
hank you, here.

Oh, my.
You gotta do it
all in one.

Oh, my God!
(LAUGHS)

All right, to my partner,
Al, who saves my ass

every time, and, um, you know,

occasionally I save his too.

I'll drink to that.
(ALL LAUGH)

To Al.
And to the
rest of you,

hanks for being there for us.

Hey, we're there
for each other, right?

AL: Always.
Ah, all right, go!

Oh!
(CHERIE LAUGHS)

Mmm!
CARRIE: Oh, my God.

Oh, it all went
down my front.
Ah!

Hey, J-bones!
Mmm?

Oh, gosh.
It's you, baby.

What?
You're first up,
come on.

Oh, no, no, no.
Let's go.

Come on!
Jay, come on!

Why can't you
have fun? Come on.
Oh, okay.

Oh, my God, that's horrible.

Go ahead.
Okay, um...

What do Iwhat do I do?

You grab it and you squeeze it.

Grab and squeeze it!
Grab it and squeeze it!

CARRIE: That's it, go!
Okay.

(GAME DINGS)
ALL: Oh!

You are uncontrollable.

MAN: Oh, my God.

(LAUGHS)

How much you pay the guy
o rig the machine?

You know me so well.