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-(rapid gunfire)
-(screaming)

-Everyone on the ground now!

-(sirens wailing)

(sirens continue)

-20K each.

The rest goes in
the pension fund.

-(tires screech)
-What the hell's this?

-Hands where we can
see 'em, gentlemen.
-Relax, we're cops.

-Yeah, we know.

-I'm Agent Price.

And I know all about the Ravens.

We have identified
a dozen cop gangs

within your department.

Cops on the take working
with high-level drug dealers.

You can either
help us take 'em down

or you can go to prison.

You've no doubt seen
Agent Byrd around the station.
-He's a Fed.

-And he's gonna make
an excellent Raven,
don't you think?

-We're gonna play the game
until we figure a way out.

-We're getting you
a better lawyer.

-I'm sure your mother's
gonna want

to visit me at some point.
Don't let her.

-Yeah, Dad, I got it.

-What are you doing here?
-Checking on my mom.

-Wanna stay for dinner?
-Not if he's gonna be

talking about
Dad while I'm eating.

-Frankie:
A couple of guys snagged
some chips last night.

I'm just telling ya,
because from now on,

it's gonna be a lot tougher

for you to clean
your money here.

-Got it.

Frank, she's new, right?

-Forget it, all right?
She's not your type.

-What are you talking
to a Viper for?

-Is it any of your business?

-I know all of this
can be confusing.

I mean,
you're a good ride, Foster,

but I'm the driver.

-You know who this is
and you know what
I'm calling about.

-And tell him he'd better
keep his mouth shut
about our business.

You focus on this new shit
that just hit the street.

Lucky, my brother.

-You ever seen
this shit before?

-What is it?
-It's the future.

-Don't look into it.

-Tell me about
yourself, new guy.

-What are you doing?
-You tried to set me up!

-What are you gonna do with him?
-Make him disappear.

-(crickets chirping)

-(car door opens)

-I'm never gonna
get the smell out.

-It's all in your head, mija.
He's still fresh.

-Let's get this over with.

You guys grab the body,
we'll shovel.

-Copy. On three?

One, two, three!

-(body thuds)

-Cole: Shit.

-We should've made Byrd
dig the damn hole.

-You think he's gonna talk?

-Not unless he wants
to throw away his career.

-We owned his ass the second
he let us leave with the body,

so let's pressure him into
making the case go away.

-No, Price calls the shots,
not him.

She's the one
we gotta dirty up

if we want to get
out of this thing.

Stop looking
and start digging.

-(theme music plays)

-(passionate moaning)

-I gotta go, babe.

Got some business.

-Business can wait.

-(water running)

-♪ Welcome to the bottom
of the bottom ♪

♪ The insane asylum ♪

♪ If I saw 'em and
I had to get 'em ♪

♪ Yeah, I probably got 'em ♪

♪ Welcome to the wild side ♪

♪ The wild side ♪

-How'd it go?

-Sleep never showed.

-So, what now?

-We move on.

-No.

No, no, your job
is to force them

to expand the scope
of the case.

Bring in additional targets.

Sleep and his brother
are exactly that.

-(exhales)

-Where are you going?

-To do what you asked.

-(upbeat music playing)

-(indistinct chatter)

-There you go.
-Thank you, sir.

-Jesus, looks like
Little Colombia around here.

-Be nice.

-Tito:
Lourdes?

-Hey!

-Hi.
-Oh!

Um, baby,
you remember Tito.
-Yeah.

-I've been asking
how you're doing.

Your father tell you that?
-We've been doing
great, thanks.

-It's so great to see you.

Um, we're just gonna
go get a drink.

-Bar is in the back
of the house.

Guess we'll catch up
a little later then.

-You know he was
gonna be here?

-Just breathe.
We're not here for him.

We're here for my parents.

-Yeah.

-Hi, sweetheart.
-Oh, Daddy!

Happy anniversary.
-Thank you.

-Congratulations, Victor.

-Good to see you, Pete.

I wasn't sure you would come.

-I might have to work later,

but how could
I miss this, right?

-Silvia: Mija?
-Mama!

-Where's my granddaughter?
-Uh, with the babysitter.

You know, it's not
a place for kids.

-Come on, it's a party!

What better place for a child?

-I'm not talking
about the party.

-Mija, these people are here
to celebrate our blessings.

They're part of our lives.

-Yeah, but they're
not part of ours.

-And definitely not
my daughter's.

-(indistinct chatter)

-(rock music playing on radio)

-(music continues, muffled)

-Can you talk?
-Yeah.

-If the feds had been there
asking questions,

would you know about it?

-Not necessarily,
but I can ask around.

Questions about you
or just in general?

-Well, about anything.

I'll explain later.

-(chatter)
-(street noise)

-(Foster groans)

-Sorry, I didn't know
they were gonna

need the car all afternoon.

-You're buying lunch.

-(indistinct
police radio chatter)

-Deal.

Hey, you mind if we swing by
my lawyer's office first?

It's about a mile
east from here.

Take ten minutes.
-And then what?

I spend lunch hearing
about your divorce?

This is getting old.

-(indistinct chatter)
-(door opens)

-Yo! Sign says no food
from the outside.

-Call a cop.

-I'm being serious here.
We're gonna have ants.

-Good. They can keep
the cockroaches company.

(Frank sighs)
-Anything?

-I asked around.
Nobody mentioned anything.

-Good.

-I know you since
you were a kid.

And as far as I know,
we've always been
straight with each other.

So you wanna tell me
what's going on?

Hmm?

The Feds have a case on you?

-No.

I'm just being paranoid.

-Don't lie to me.

-I got some heat.

But I got it handled.

-Steve, listen to me.
If there's something going down

that could blow back on me,

at least tell me what it is
so that I can get ahead of it.

-Frankie, I'm gonna fix it.

So there's nothing for you
to worry about.

-(indistinct
police radio chatter)

-Come over tonight.

-I have plans.
-No, you don't.

-(scoffs)

-Come on. I promise
I'll make it worth your while.

-That'll be a first.

-Changing the subject.
-(Beach chuckles)

-Hey, any idea
what's up with Sleep?

-What do you mean?

-His brother's
looking for him.

-So, what do you care?

-We've been earning
off him lately.

The missing is bad
for business.

-Alright, ride's over.

-It's another
three blocks down.

-Well, you better start walking.

Don't forget your bag!
-Yeah!

-Listen, Hamm.

I've been thinking about this
from every angle, man.
It's not gonna end well.

-All we have to do
is stall Price

until we see
an opportunity

to get out
from under this.
-How?

Three weeks ago, patrol jammed
a couple of Ukrainians

over by the channel.

-For what?
-Human trafficking.

-How's that gonna help us?

-Kilvinsky told the uniforms
to cut 'em loose.

-The Berserkers are involved?

-Cop gangs--

Mm-hmm.

Cop gangs running protection

on the sale of
underage girls, man.

It's like catnip to the Feds.

And here's trouble.
-(door opens)

-Ramos: Hey!
-You didn't say goodbye.

-I thought you were sleeping.
Come here!

-Veronica! Ven aca!
-(kiss)

-Listen, Daddy has to go
to work, honey, alright?

Go back with your mama.
-Bye, Hamm!

-See you, baby.

-Hi, Steve.

-Ramos: Bye, baby, love you!
-Love you.

-Hammond:
She's growing up fast.

-Aw man, too fast.

Alright.

I'll check with some
Berserkers I know.

See if this place
is still in play.

-(car starts)

-(indistinct chatter)

-Tom: Hey.
-Cole: Hey.

-How's your mother?
-She's good.

You should give her a call.

Divorce or not,
she still cares about you.

-She cares about me
because I'm your father.

See this piece of shit
behind me?

Well, ever since I got
the new lawyer,

he's been my shadow.

There's talk I might
get put on the line

in the next few days.

-For what?

-Neckbone was getting
case status updates
from the old lawyer.

And now he's not.

-They think you cutting
a deal with him?

So they gonna throw you
out on the yard?

-Winters, she's behind it.

There's no way Neckbone could
pull this together without her.

-Steve will get it
straightened out.

What?

-Your brother doesn't
give a shit about me.

-That's not true.
-It is from where I'm sitting.

And unless things
change soon...

I'm not gonna forgive it.

-You get him out on bail,
I'll do whatever you want.

-It's not gonna happen.
-Then make some calls!

Have him kept
in protective custody

until we straighten this shit
out with Neckbone.

-If you want me
to do you a solid,

you're gonna tell me whenever
Hammond is feeding me bullshit.

-And if I do that,
you'll handle the problem?

-No promises.

-Then why the hell
would I do that, huh?

Let me guess.

It's because we all gotta
stick together now.

All this
"Black Lives Matter" noise

running through
your head, brotha?

-(scoffs)

No, I wouldn't come
at you like that.

You weren't even
raised black.

-When this uniform comes off,

I get put through
the same program as you.

But the difference
between you and me?

Even after all that,

I don't let my skin define me.

You should try it sometime.

-(engine revs)

-(rock music playing)

-Change your mind
about the drink?

-I know it's a little
hard on the ego,

but, no, I haven't.

-It's just a drink.

-And what would
we talk about exactly?

The fact that you're a cop

who uses this place
to clean his money?

That is what
you do here, right?

-Yes, and no.

-See, if you had
just said yes,

you might have had a chance.

-You realize
you're just making

an ass out of yourself
now, right?

-Mm-hmm, yeah.

-Listen, it turns out
the Feds were here.

-Son of a bitch.
-Yeah.

They told security
it was about the chips

that were stolen
earlier this week.

There's no reason for the Feds

to get involved
with something like that.

-Maybe it's an
across-state-lines situation.

-Nah, they took
the security footage

from the cashier window.

-And I was on it?
-No...

but your mother was.

There's only one reason
why they'd pull a photo of her.

-To leverage me.

-(indistinct TV playing)

-Hey.

-(door slams)

-Oh, everything okay?

-No.

There's something we need to--

talk about.

-It was just a hard
chemo day. I'm fine.

What is it?

-It's, uh...

Even with this new lawyer,

I don't think
Dad's getting out.

-Have you been to visit him?

He needs you!

Is it so hard to just--
just talk to him?

-He doesn't need anybody.

And to him,
people are disposable.

-Oh, honey.

I know it was hard
on you when he left,

but... ha.

If anybody deserves
to hate him, it's me.

And I don't.

-Why?

-Because I'm dying, Steve.

I don't have time for anger.

-(cell phone vibrates)

-(classical music playing)
-(door opens)

-Jeremy: Officer Beach.
-How long is this gonna take?

-You can leave at any time,

but I'd advise against it.

-(music stops)

-You know why you're here.

-All of them have been ruled
as unsubstantiated or justified.

-One's still currently open
and being investigated.

-Maybe.

Doesn't mean I need a shrink.

-The department needs to know
if you're a liability.

Tell me about this one.

-Sir, I'm gonna
need you to back up!

-Man: Let go!
-Beach: Back it up! Sir!

-(Beach grunts)

-(man groans)
-Beach: Shit!

Get up!

-(both grunting)

-(man coughing)
-Back up!

-Jeremy:
You have a great
record, Karen.

Except for this stuff.

-Nobody's perfect.

-My goal is to help you
keep your job.

I can't do it alone.

A lot of cops sat
in your chair.

Not one of them
wanted to be here.

-Why would they?

-The ones that kept their jobs
realized they had a problem.

And they eventually identified
and addressed it.

I know how hard
it is for a woman

to be accepted in
a largely male occupation.

-How would you know that?

-But proving you're willing
to go further in a situation

than they are
isn't solving anything.

The truth is
women only have

two options in this
type of world.

You can try to get the men
to see you as their equal,

or you can manipulate them.

But either way...

you never really win.

That's how it feels...

doesn't it?

-It's a tight neighborhood,

so make sure
you keep a long eye.

Anybody sitting too close
will get burnt.

-You're sure about this?
-Yeah.

-We'll set up a pole cam
and watch remotely.

-Hey.

Don't make any plans tonight.
You're getting ink.

-That ain't happening.

-If you had the tattoo
the other night,

Sleep would still be alive.

What's up?

-Winters arranged for Dad
to hit the main line.

-Why would she do that?

-A relationship builder.

Yeah, when he
swapped out lawyers,

Neckbone took it as a sign

that Dad was getting
ready to roll.

And maybe you meant
for that to happen.

-You believe that?

Or is that him just
getting inside your head

like he always does?

This is about Neckbone
not thinking straight,

because Sleep is missing.

Nothing more.
-Yeah, well, his paranoia's
gonna get our father killed.

-Jeremy:
Okay.

Here's what I think.

-This should be good.
(chuckles)

-Your defining
emotion is anger.

So to fix that, we're gonna
need to explore the source.

-So you want me to tell you
about the uncle who touched me?

-Yes.

-I don't have an uncle.

-And your primary coping
mechanism is deflection.

Maybe we'll have
a look at that, too.

-(Beach groans)
-At our next appointment.

I'm gonna give you
some breathing exercises.

Don't give me that look.

It's a start.

-Fine.

-♪ First off, I don't
give a what what ♪

♪ Swag of the utmost,
swinging like a nunchuck ♪

♪ Move something,
move something ♪

-♪ Move something,
move something ♪

-(car horn beeps twice)

-Who are the Berserkers, Pete?

-What?

-Who are the Berserkers,

and why is someone texting you
about their girls?

-You're reading my texts?

-Yeah.

-It's just a case
I'm working on.

-I went online.

It says the Berserkers have
been investigated before...

as a cop gang.

-Articles like that are
just click-bait, baby.

-You said your tattoo
had something to do

with station pride.

It's a gang symbol, isn't it?

-(Ramos scoffs)
-Don't.

Don't lie to me, Pete.

-No! I mean, not exactly.

It's not how you think it is.

-I grew up with
my father telling me

that the people
he defended weren't bad.
-Babe, don't do that.

I'm nothing like your father or
the people he defends, alright?

-(car engine revs)

-Listen, I gotta go
to work, alright?

Can we talk about
this later, please?

-Go.

-I love you.

-It's a classification issue,
gentlemen.

Gotta get your lawyer involved.

-Well, Winters paid you
to make it happen, didn't she?

-(scoffs)

-Imagination's
a hell of a thing.

And yours is off the rails.

-We need this fixed.
-He was a cop.

That doesn't mean
anything to you?

-Hey, I got a dozen
ex-cops in here.

-(phone quacking)
-Notice how I emphasize "ex."

Excuse me, gentlemen.

-We ain't done here.

-Listen, how much
is Winters kicking you?

We'll double it.

-I'm not interested.

-Look, we're
asking you nicely

to rescind Winters'
orders or else.

-Or else what, man?

-You want to find out?

-(Tristan scoffs)

-In here, you're running shit.

-Yeah.

-But out there...

you're just another asshole
trying to get home safe.

-So what do we do now?

-We talk to Winters.

-Cole:
When?

-Hour. Neckbone's.

-We should take Byrd with us.

-Oh, hell no, man.
Are you crazy?

-We have no
other choice, pendejo.

If Price hears we're taking
meetings without him,

she'll snatch us up again.

-We'll handle it.

See you back at Carl's.

-(rock music playing, muffled)

-Hammond:
They're gonna make us
check our guns at the door.

-Byrd:
I'm not giving up my gun.
What if this goes sideways?

-It won't.
Just keep your mouth
shut this time.

We'll see.

-(indistinct chatter)

-(music continues, clear)

-(grunting)

-Look who's here.

Now it feels like a party.

He's been hitting that pinata
for about an hour now.

Can I get you guys something
to drink while you wait?

-(grunting continues)

-Neck...

Neckbone!

-What?

-You mind stopping
so we can talk?

-Yeah.

Yeah, we can talk.

Who's this?
-Hammond: He's one of us.

If you want him outside,
that's your call.

-Nah.

It's cool.

I'll make it quick.

That's that blast
my brother was looking into

before he disappeared.

-WMD?

-Neckbone:
You ain't never seen that shit?

-No.

-It's synthetic.

It's like oxycontin
on steroids.

And crumb snatchers
like this fool right here

are selling this shit
on my corners.

-Well, what's that
got to do with us?

-I need you to find out
who's behind it,

if they know anything about
my brother's disappearance.

-(Hammond clears throat)

I'll see what we can do.

Now, can we talk about Tom?

-Let's.

-I need it squashed.

-Man, unfortunately,
your pops is a riding a case

that leads directly
back to me.

-And you can imagine
his concern

when Tom fired the lawyer
who was making sure it wouldn't.

-Tom's not taking a deal.

We're the ones who paid
for the new lawyer.

-Man, that's something
that needs

to be approved
by me first, right?

-Well, he's my father.
I'll make the choices
about him, not you.

-Not in this situation
you don't.

-Then have your lawyer
step back in.

He can co-defend Tom.

-You find my brother...

or at least what
happened to him,

then we can talk.

Until then...

Tom's gonna have to see
what it feels like

to live in a world
without friends.

-Tom's one of us.

If something happens to him--

-Ramos.

You trying to make me
do something ignorant?

'Cause, I mean,
that's where we headed

you talking to me like this.

-You're seriously
doing us like this?

-Yeah.

I seriously am.

Now get the fuck out.

-Hmm.

-♪ Hey, till they
all fall down ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ Till they all fall down ♪

-We just gonna walk away?

Leave that guy in there
for him to beat to death?

-Well, if he does,
you got a murder

to add to that RICO case.

-What are we gonna
do about Tom?

-I'll handle it.

-You better,
'cause if you don't,

the other Ravens might think
you want him out of the picture

as much as Neckbone does.

-(inhales deeply)

This is so stupid.

(exhales deeply)

-(knocking at door)

-What was yesterday about?

I don't want to keep
arguing, Karen.

-Neither do I.

-(sighs)

You want to talk about it?

-Since when do we talk?

-Well, I could shut up
for once and listen.

I promise.

I promise I won't
talk about my wife,

my lawyer or my divorce.

-I never said you couldn't.

I just wish you didn't
sound like a little bitch
when you did.

-Deal.

-(door opens)

-(indistinct TV playing)

-Hey.
-Lourdes: Hey.

-(TV turns off)

-Are we gonna talk?

-Talk about what, Lourdes?

I already told you,
it's not what you think.

Alright, alright, okay.
You wanna talk?

Let's talk.

-So what case are you working
that involves young girls?

-It's a human trafficking case,
involving the Berserkers.

The Feds asked for our help
in taking them down.

-Why would they ask you?

-They didn't.

I volunteered.

-Why would you volunteer?

-Hi, Dad.
-Hey, baby.

This is why.

Hey, look, I'm starving.

Are you hungry?
-Yeah.

-Can we eat please?
-Dinner's on the table.

Go wash up.

Both of you.

-Thank you.

So, uh, how was school?

-Why does he need to be here?

-He needs to know what side
of the fence he's on now.

-He's been pressing me
about getting a tattoo.

-So get it.
-Not a chance.

-Oh, give me a break, Damon.

When you're under like this,
you do whatever it takes.

You can get it lasered off.

-We've got movement.

-They're young.

-Hit it now
and you get your headline.

-No.

I'm not ready to pull
the trigger just yet.

-Hammond:
Well, that's a holding pen.

Chances are those girls
will be moved

to another destination
within hours.

-If I move in right now,

I'm gonna end up with some
Ukrainian pimps and a house mom.

We have nothing that ties them
to the Berserkers.

-You said you had
footage of Kilvinsky

and one of his guys
showing up earlier.

-We do, but they left
before the girls arrived.

-What's that?

-I need you to get
Kilvinsky on the phone.

-For what?

-We need him to show knowledge.

I am not hitting the place
until we have it.

-If he calls Kilvinsky,

and the place is rushed,
it blows the rest of the case.

-He may think that
he was set up,

but he won't know for sure.

-He's a dangerous guy!

He doesn't have to be
sure of anything!

I'm not calling him.
-Yeah, you are.

We're already wired for sound.

-We both know
you're not about

to let those little girls
be trafficked.

-Could be a slumber party
for all we know.

One call and
those girls are saved.

(scoffs)

It's heartbreaking, ain't it?

-You didn't say goodbye.

-Give me the damn phone.

-(beeping)

-(phone rings)

-Who's this?

-Nick, it's Hammond.

-What do you want?

-Listen, you still sheep-dogging

that Ukrainian place
by the channel?

-Why?

-I just jammed a couple of Feds
who were in a van watching it.

-You calling me
on a burner phone?

-You think I'd use
my personal cell

for shit like this?

-They tell you why
they were watching it?

-Yeah, they said they were
following a couple of kilos

and it landed at your house.

-No, they're lying to you.

-Why would they do that?

-I don't know.

It's for whores, not dope.

-Well, stay away, man.

The place got too much
heat on it right now.

-You still got an eye?

Can I make a call
and get my people out?

-If I were you,
I'd cut my losses.

Leave it alone.

-(phone beeps)
-Come on, man...

Yo?

-He was still talking.

-Get the girls
before they're moved.

-Hey.

You did the right
thing in there.
-That was bullshit!

I protected you when things
went south with Sleep.

I expect you to do
the same for me.

-You think you have
leverage on me?

-I know I do.

If that phone call
ever comes out,

I'm as good as dead.

-(door opens, closes)

-(indistinct
police radio chatter)

-FBI! We have a warrant!

-(flash bang)
-(man groans)

-FBI Agent:
Go, go, go, go!

Get down! Get down!

-(indistinct shouting)

-(groans)

-(indistinct shouting)

-Got it.
Go, go, go!

-(girls screaming)

-FBI Agent:
Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey, it's gonna be okay.

We're gonna get you
out of here, okay?
You're going home.

We're here to help, okay?
Don't worry about it.

It's all over now.
-(girls crying)

-Location's secure.
Suspects in custody.

-(girls crying)

-That didn't feel good?

-What if Hammond
didn't make the call?

-This thing
we're doing is bigger

than a few
Ukrainian whores.

Don't forget who
we're dealing with.

-Lourdes:
Where are you going?

-I got called in.

-When?
-Just now.

-It's been on the counter
for the last 30 minutes.

Nobody called you
or sent you a text.

-Why are you doing this?
-I should ask you
the same question.

Show me.
-Show you what?

-Show me the phone number,

or the text of the person
that called you into work.

-No.

-Get out.

-Babe, you have to trust me.

-I said get out!

-(door opens)

-Darryl Truitt.

-Who?

-That kid Neckbone was
beating in that chair.

His name was Darryl Truitt.

-So what?

-They just found
what was left of him

washed up on the beach.

-Well, slinging
is a dangerous game.

-We were there.

We may not have killed him,

but he's dead because
we didn't do anything.

-One piece of shit
dope dealer

versus how many girls
did we save tonight?

They got names, too!

-We could've saved 'em both.

-If we'd made a move
inside of Neckbone's,

we'd be burned or dead.

This guy had a choice, man.

The girls didn't.

And rather than them
ending up addicted to drugs,

raped, and discarded,

those little girls
are going home.

Let's go get your tattoo.

-(needle buzzing)

-(indistinct chatter)

-(rock music playing)

-Hey.

Nothing's gonna happen to Dad.

I won't let it.

-Until you do.

-What's that supposed to mean?

-Since you been in charge,
we've been popped by the Feds,

Sleep's dead, and Dad's
being braced by Neckbone.

At some point...

you need to ask yourself

if you're capable of
running this program.

-Man (on TV):
Don't look at me like that.

That guy's a hoodlum.

A hoodlum who doesn't
want to be anything else.

I mean, he really
fixed himself.

Killed a cop.

-(turns TV off)

-(indistinct chatter)

-Let me see.

-♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I try to tell you
you ain't ready ♪

♪ Have you ever seen
a man not afraid to die ♪

♪ Gave his life for a dream ♪

♪ Born hustler,
saw the game conceived ♪

♪ A caged beast,
but now I'm free ♪

♪ How can you blame me ♪

♪ I was born for this ♪

♪ The game chose me ♪

♪ Now I've been training
for this my whole life ♪

♪ Carpe diem, huh,
seize the moment, right ♪

♪ We gon' turn up
and rock plenty ice ♪

♪ This is our time, yeah ♪

♪ I'm 'bout that life ♪

♪ I'm a street dude,
teach dudes to think quicker ♪

♪ Would take over the world ♪

♪ But, yo, I dream bigger ♪

♪ Never satisfied,
I'm trying to be richer ♪

♪ And pour out a little bit
for those who ain't with us ♪

♪ I don't get ready,
I stay ready ♪

♪ 'Cause the consequences
is heavy ♪

♪ My man, D, said he ♪

♪ Would never quit, even
though the thing's heavy ♪

♪ We push like
a 77 Chevy, boy ready ♪

♪ My whole click since '06 ♪

♪ Was on the bottom,
now we runnin' this ♪

♪ Grind hard when
the load gets heavy ♪

♪ The money was slow,
but now it's ready for you ♪

♪ You boys don't want it
with us, so stop lying ♪

♪ Show me a dude caring,
I'll show you a boy dying ♪

-(indistinct shouting)

-(Tom groaning)
-(knife squelching)

-(klaxon blaring)

-Tristan:
Everybody on the ground!

Get your hands on your head!

On the ground! Let's go!

Get me some medics up here.

Run! Lock it down!

-♪ Self-made, self-sustained ♪

♪ Self seekers, selfish,
yo, I'm trying to get paid ♪

♪ My goons do it
in the rain ♪

♪ To be clear,
we are not the same ♪

♪ You were born, I was made ♪

♪ You'll spend
forever in a grave ♪

♪ We've already spent
many moons sipping ♪

♪ Cool drinks in the shade ♪

-(phone vibrates)

-♪ Before somebody
had to die ♪

♪ Please don't cry ♪

-Shit.

-What is it?

-It's fuckin' Sleep.

♪ My whole click since '06 ♪

♪ Was on the bottom,
now we running this ♪

♪ Grind hard when
the load gets heavy ♪

♪ The money was slow,
but now it's ready ♪

♪ You boys is not ready ♪

-(light Irish music playing)

-(typewriter clacking)
-(bell dings)

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