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Coffee?

You know what you want?

I'll be right back.

Man:
Libel if it's true.

We've got to tell the client
we can't do this work.

We file this lawsuit, I swear...

Thank you.
Have nice day.

He's sleeping with Anita.

No way.
She's not even hot.

Like I care.

Come on, guys.
They traded this prick

for three draft picks,
none of them worth spit.

Sit up straight
and eat your food.

You never listen.
All you do is fool around.

You never take anything seriously.
Sorry, dad.

Can I help you?

How about you just turn
your ass around

and get the fuck out of here?

You just back up, there.

Man:
Do I look crazy to you?

Unhinged? Maybe I am.

But before you rush to judgment,

let's rewind a bit.

Which is why he's gonna choose
our firm to defend him

and not some cut-rate LLP

with a radio commercial
and a catchy jingle.

Man: Women speak approximately
20,000 words a day.

Yeah, you know, some not guilty.

I want to spend an extra million
or two on that, all right?

Men, 17,000.

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

This is not what I think.
This is what it is.

Another victim
of the systemic racism

inherent in the police force.

Man: I spoke around
80,000 words a day.

My two favorite
letters: N-g.

Not guilty.

Words were my weapon of choice.

But out of those 80,000 words
I spoke a day,

you know how many
are really important?

Three.

I love you.

Come here.

Three words total out of 80,000.

I love you.

Not a good ratio.

Frank, you were supposed to
be here a half an hour ago.

The place is really
starting to fill up.

I know, I know.
I'm sorry.

I'm heading down
to the garage right now.

Olivia wants to talk to you.

Hi, daddy.

Hi, sweetheart.

You're coming, right?

I'm on my way.
Good.

'Cause I think you're gonna
love my performance.

Promise you'll be here?

I promise.

I love you.

Shit.

Wait. Wait.

Uh, frank, you got a minute?

Okay, you've got to sign these too.
We've got to ship them out tonight.

Luckily there was a case argued
just recently on the supreme court.

For three reasons acquittals
should have full effect

under the double
jeopardy clause...

Olivia, you're next.

This is my daddy's
favorite song.

He and I always
sing it together.

Hi, it's sue.
Please leave a message.

Susan. Listen, I'm sorry.

Things just got away
from me at work.

Call me back, please.

I'm sorry.

Hi, it's sue.
Please leave a message.

Sue. Listen, uh...

Listen, I know
you're upset with me,

but please call me back.

It's getting late, and I'm
worried about you guys, okay?

Mr. Valera,
I'm detective Lustiger.

Where are they?

Are they okay?
Where are they?

Mr. Valera...

Mr. Valera...

Mr. Valera!

We're still waiting
for the forensic team.

Frank! Frank!

I can't let you contaminate
the crime scene.

Frank!

My baby.
Th-that's my baby.

That's my baby!
Hold him back!

Let me go. Let me go!

Let me go!

Let me go!

Get him back!
Get him back!

The lord is my Shepherd;
I shall not want.

He makes me lie down
in green pastures.

He leads me beside
the still waters.

He restores my soul.

He leads me in the paths
of righteousness

for his name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through the
valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil,

for you are with me.

Chances are they'll never catch
the people who killed them.

And even if they do catch them,

some slick-tongued
defense attorney

will probably get them off,

some slick-tongued
defense attorney

just like you.

I always kept my tongue quiet
while my daughter was alive,

but I never saw
what she saw in you.

She left her family,
friends behind,

she followed you
across the country,

put your needs ahead of her own,

but as long as
my daughter was happy,

I was happy.

Now that my daughter is dead,

and my granddaughter,

I'll tell you what I think
of you, frank Valera:

You're all talk.

You make your living
spinning words

into meanings that are vague

and hazy and unclear,

all just to exonerate
the scum of the earth.

And from this moment on,

I do not ever want to hear

your mealy-mouthed
voice again.

Am I understood.

Jeff...
I said,

I never want to hear
your voice again.

A nod will suffice.

Frank:
Without a break in the case,

all the police could do
was talk.

Empty words to appease.
A familiar game.

Your wife's car was
expertly wiped down.

My wife and daughter, murdered.

Their killer still out there
roaming the street.

Maybe they knew
what they were doing.

And all anyone could do
was... talk.

And there wasn't any evidence
at the crime scene, right?

Found these tiny gold fibers.

Gold fibers?

I-I don't think
my wife or Olivia

were wearing anything gold
that night, were they? No.

So then, that's a lead, right?

Well, I talked to
a tailor downtown.

He said it was a very common thread.
It's not much of a lead.

And there are still
no witnesses?

None have come forward,
but we're still looking.

That area is
a notorious stomping ground

for the Oreversakonya.

What was that?

Russian mafia.

They have a stranglehold in that area.
It's hard to get anyone to talk.

Would it have been
the Russian mafia

and not, like, robbery or a
carjacking or something?

You guys never found
my wife's purse.

Pretty violent
for a purse-snatching,

don't you think, frank?

Or carjacking?

Why'd they leave the car?

I don't know. Maybe something
went terribly wrong

and they had to flee,
I don't know.

We are exhausting all leads.

You don't need to keep
coming down here, frank.

I'll call you if anything
comes up.

I'll call you even
if something doesn't,

just to keep you informed.

Detective Lustiger,

will you please stop
texting, sir?

Can I see the file on the case?

Chief wants a word
with you, bill.

Tell him I'll be right there.

Please.

No.

It's confidential.
It's police business.

It is my wife and my daughter.

Frank, I am trying to find out

who did this and to
bring them into justice.

Well, try harder.
Goddamn it!

You have any idea how often

a violent crime is committed
in this country?

No, I...

Every 25.3 seconds,
frank.

That means for the 25.3 minutes
you sat here,

60 violent crimes
have been committed.

Really?

You okay?

Am I okay?

I'll never be okay.

Mr. Valera.

We never give up.

Yeah.

Man: Kill him!
Man 2: Tackle him!

Come on! Come on!

Frank:
It became clear to me

that justice
would never be served.

I made my family a promise,

but my words were as empty
as everyone else's.

I was the guilty one.

Crowd: Get him! Get him!
Get him! Get him!

I'd found my form of penance.

What are you doing?

My associates suggested

I take some time off.

"Mental-health days,"

they called it.

Although I know
it was really because

they didn't want me
around anymore.

Frankly, the feeling was mutual.

I need time.

Defending suspected criminals
was something

I'd lost my taste for.

Break it up! Stop!

I suppose you're wondering,

what is a nice guy like me
doing in a place like this?

Something like that, yeah.

I promised I'd meet them

at my daughter's talent show
the night they were killed.

I should've been there for them.

The last message
I ever got from my wife was

a text of a video she took
of a performance I missed.

Yeah.
Gave them my word,

then I broke it.

It's killing me.

Frank, you can't blame yourself
for what happened.

Oh, believe me, I can.

What about you?

You're not in a police uniform,

which means you're not here
to bust the fights up.

You follow me here?

This job, frank...

It's a fucking
war zone out there.

The way people feel about cops,

sometimes I just gotta blow
off a little steam, you know?

Of course, if the department knew
that I sometimes mixed it up

in the underground
fight circuit, well,

wouldn't be too good for my
career in law enforcement.

You know, I, uh,
was sorry to hear that, um,

they're going to
re-prioritize your case.

What the hell
are you talking about?

Your case has been re-prioritized
from active to cold.

I thought you knew.

Wh-why? Frank, it's
been a long time.

We've got no fresh leads.
I mean, it's hard.

The case is dead?
No, it's not dead,

it's just... cold.

Those are fucking semantics,
and you know it.

This is a way of
twisting words around.

Believe me, I know about it.

I've made a lot of money
doing that.

Look, I'll stay on top
of Lustiger.

You know, try and keep it
in his mind.

Talk is cheap, huh?

Hey, mister.

You looking for...

Company tonight?

I can make you feel good
if you want.

You could do anything.

Hold on, hold on,
hold on, hold on.

What are you doing out here?

You're too young to be here.
How old are you?

Answer me.
How old are you?

Thirteen.

Thirteen...

Shit.

Get your ass over here.

I'm sorry, buddy.

She thought you were
somebody else.

Let's go.

Please, sir. This girl
is someone's daughter.

Frank: If could have been
listening more closely,

if I would have been
listening at all,

I probably would have heard it.

Frank: Finding the
book was a sign.

I had been punishing myself
for their deaths,

but I wasn't the one
who killed them.

I had been punishing
the wrong person.

Meditations was written
nearly 2,000 years ago

and became the basis
for stoicism,

which believed
that the best indication

of an individual's philosophy

was not what he said

but rather what he did.

Stoics would take
a vow of silence

in order to focus on
a specific task.

It is why I took my own vow
not to be broken

until I avenged my wife
and daughter's murders.

Within days
after I stopped talking,

my sense of hearing
had drastically improved.

You see?
Good things do happen

when you shut the fuck up
for a minute or two.

Hey! Hey.

Nice ride, my man.

But unfortunately
you're in our territory,

so how about you just give me
your wallet and car keys,

and we'll call it even.

Could these be the men
who killed them?

A carjacking
gone terribly wrong.

Come on!

Fucking dumb piece of shit!

Please...

I wanted to search his face

for the slightest hint
of recognition.

He had no idea who they were.

Are you okay?

My name is Alma.

I'm an E.R. nurse
over at mercy.

I volunteer at the local
homeless shelter.

A-and you are?

Are you okay?

Do you understand me?

�Comprende?
C-can you hear me?

Do you remember anything
about yesterday?

About how you got here?

I was coming home
from the hospital,

and I found you
lying in the road.

So I helped you over here.

You were really out of it,

and that's when I discovered

you'd been shot.

Let me check it out. Okay?

You're lucky.

The bullet only grazed you,

so the wound was
pretty easy to dress.

Hey.

Frank: Why would Susan roll
down her window in the rain?

Why?

Hi.

You left this at my house.

Your address is on
your driver's license.

Plus, I have to
re-check your wound.

You were very lucky.

You don't have me fooled,
you know.

I know you can talk.

Last night,
after I bandaged you up,

you talked in your sleep.

And if you can talk
in your sleep,

you can talk when you are awake.

You kept saying two names

over and over:

Sue and Olivia.

Your wife and daughter?

I am so sorry.

Was their killer ever caught?

I know that area very well.

I drive through it
on my way to work.

Let me know
if you need any help.

Frank:
A transportation security dog.

Trained to sniff out
the smallest of scents

in the most densely
populated areas

with military precision.

I wonder if my new friend
could fill in some blanks.

The homeless encampment
I had found...

If anyone was there that night,

they would have been
the perfect witness.

Maybe even the perfect killer.

Alma:
No fever.

You are going to be okay, honey.

The doctor will come soon.

Woman:
Thank you very much.

You have something for me?

I told you it was done.

Nobody is done.

Not until I say so.

I'll be seeing you soon.

Alma: Yeah, I know this spot.
It's Mr. shivers' place.

Sometimes on my way home
from the night shift,

I see him around here,

always smoking.

But I've never
interacted with him.

Actually, I never saw his face.

So I wouldn't be able
to I.D. Him for you.

I'm sorry.

But I heard he works sometimes

at the local diner
as a fry cook.

We don't know his real name.

People at the shelter
call him Mr. shivers

because he gives them
the creeps.

They say he has this
really violent attitude.

Thanks, frank.

You and I need to talk.
Where are my drugs?

I don't want to do this anymore.

Listen.

You will do

as I tell you, understood?

Yes.
Shut up!

Those guys...

They came into the E.R.

About a year ago...

Forcing me to pay protection.

Have me steal drugs for them.

From the hospital, you know.

Oxy, codeine, fentanyl.

But the other day
I told them I was done.

They're gonna kill me
for this, frank.

What am I going to do?

Nobody ever accused me
of being able to cook.

But I figured that one breakfast

was the least I could do
to thank you.

You know, I've been
thinking about

the guy you are looking for, Mr.
Shivers.

Like I said,
I've never worked with him

directly at the shelter, but...

But he had this cough,

a hacking cough
you'd recognize anywhere.

Frank:
Do I still look crazy to you?

Unhinged?
Like a maniac?

All of the above?

Yeah.
You're probably right.

But at least now,
you understand why.

He recognized them.

But...

There was no death
in this man's eyes.

He wasn't the killer.

I saw what happened that night.

It was a cop.

I was there.

I saw the whole thing.

Olivia:
Mommy!

Mommy! Mommy!

Mr. shivers: He killed them
in the warehouse.

What could I do? Huh?

I've got enough trouble already.

I don't need no more
trouble with cops.

The purse...

Got left behind.

I took the money from it,
and I got rid of it.

I needed the money, man.

I'm sorry, man.

I'm sorry.

Open that door!

Come on!
Open this door now!

Open this door right now!

Woman: I just want to see my son.
Take me to see my son.

Man:
Get your hands off me!

Hey! I didn't do nothing,
goddamn it!

What'd I tell you? Why don't
you just let me go, man?

Cuff him!
Motherfuckers!

Calm down!
You need some help?

Man: Fuck you!
Policeman: Calm down!

Policeman 2:
Keep moving!

Frank: I wanted to narrow
my pool of suspects

by finding out
which officers were on duty

the night shivers
witnessed the killings.

And of those officers,
which one had been assigned

to patrol that
particular district.

I was surprised to discover
a familiar face.

Could it really be him?

Man: Show him what you got!
Woman: Hit him!

I followed Payton for
seven whole days and nights.

I chased him

as my demons were chasing me.

I even alternated between cars,

as to not arouse suspicion.

Night after night,

day after day.

All the while wondering,

if this man truly was the one
who had killed

my wife and daughter,

then why?

So I kept watching...

Trying to find an answer...

A sign...

Or maybe a mistake.

Found these tiny gold fibers.
Gold fibers?

Yes, officer?

Can you please pull over
on the next road?

Olivia's voice:
Mommy!

Frank: The case is dead?<
Strode: It's not dead, it's just cold.

This is a way of twisting
words around.

I made a lot of money
doing that.

Now you know why
I did it, frank.

Some creep you put
back on the streets...

Killed my little girl.

Twelve years old, frank.

Murdered by a guy

who should have been
behind bars.

This is where they died.

Your wife was a fighter, frank.

But your little girl...

Well, she was screaming,

crying for her daddy

to come and save her.

But you didn't.

Where were you, frank?

Where were you?

Frank: I wanted nothing
more than to kill

the human monster before me

but that would make me

no better than him.

Because the greatest stoic
of them all has said,

"the best revenge

is to be unlike your enemy."

Woman: What do you think
about the verdict?

The evidence against officer
strode was overwhelming.

The department is very happy
with the verdict.

There is nothing worse
than a bad cop.

Man: Detective, were there
other cops involved?

Lustiger: No, there's no
evidence supporting that.

Frank:
Justice had been served.

I had tried
to make things right.

But I knew that nothing I did
would ever bring them back.

And I could never go
into the past

to be there for them,
like I promised.

If I could,

I would tell my daughter
that she was right...

I loved her performance.

And I would tell them both
the words

that still matter the most,

among the thousands
we speak every day...

I love you.