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[upbeat music playing]

- Doing great. Legs up.

Don't cheat.

- [laughing]

How much longer, baby?

- Uh...about ten seconds.

Got to make sure my swimmers get

to the right side of the pool.

- Mm-hmm.

- And...time.

- Right. - [laughing]

- Hey, Lee, what if... it ain't you?

What if it's me?

What if I can't get pregnant?

[soft dramatic music]

We've been trying for a year.

♪ ♪

And I know you always wanted kids.

- Baby, we will get pregnant when the time is right.

Regardless, no matter what happens,

you're the only thing I ever wanted,

and I got you.

- You bet your big watermelon head you did.

- Mm.

- I love you. - I love you.

Now assume the position.

[laughter]

[indistinct chatter]

[buzzer blares]

Come on. Let's go, let's go!

[TV drones]

[phone buzzing]

Hello?

Uh, yeah, doctor.

[TV turns off]

Yeah, her test results, all right.

My guys are excellent swimmers.

Great.

My wife?

Absolute uterine factor...

infertility, I--

what exactly does that mean?

♪ ♪

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

S--

So we can't ever have a kid?

Yeah, I, um--we understand.

♪ ♪

[crying]

[door opens]

- Hey.

- Hey!

You did some damage, didn't you?

- I did.

But most of it is for you.

- For me? - I got you some sweaters...

- Mm-hmm. - And, um, some new shoes,

and--ooh, okay, hold on here.

And this is for you, too.

- Ooh, you bet it is.

[both chuckling]

- What's wrong, baby?

- Let's just, um, sit down.

[sighs]

The doctor called from the fertility clinic.

And he says that... we are not able to have a baby.

I have a blockage

that is preventing my sperm from reaching your uterus.

He thinks it's, uh,

some sports accident from when I was a kid,

and there's no way he can fix it.

- Baby.

♪ ♪

I'm so sorry.

I wish I knew what to say.

- [crying]

[kisses]

It's okay.

I'll be okay.

Just know how much... I love you.

- I love you.

Come here.

Come here, baby.

♪ ♪

[gunshot echoes]

- [breathing shakily]

- So anyway, all you really need

is two good quality mics and a laptop.

- Yeah, you know, I really don't want to hear

any more about your fucking podcast, Ballato.

I just want to go home, man.

- And go home you shall.

Sergeant Talford is releasing you from protective custody,

so you're good to go.

Ah, your uniform was ripped up by the EMTs.

Sorry, not a lot of choices at the hospital gift shop.

- Delightful.

- [sucks teeth] Ouch.

Get a good look at the shooter?

- Yeah, well, you know, like I already told the detectives,

it was a big, fat white dude with dreadlocks

and a Baby Yoda tattoo on his arm.

- Grogu.

- The fuck did you just say?

- Baby Yoda, his name is Grogu.

- How do you know that Baby Yoda is a him?

- Everybody knows that.

- Of course they do.

- Oh, your cruiser was towed back to the precinct,

so I'll have to drive you home. [phone buzzing]

- Uh, hey, uh, listen, I need a minute here.

You mind grabbing yourself something

from the food machines?

Tell me you got it, Joe.

- I got the fucking money.

- Shit, holy shit.

- But nobody's here--

Ange, Jenn, nobody.

And they're not picking up their phones.

- Fuck. All right, listen to me.

Um, I'm getting discharged now.

You stay put. I'll be there

as soon as I can, all right?

Hey, Joe, I can't believe you found the fucking money!

[tense music]

[camera clicks]

[door opens and closes]

- Finally.

Where you been?

- Covering our tracks.

- Where's everybody else?

- Um, Leon took Jenn and Ange to the drugstore.

- Oh, right.

I talked to Touch.

- Oh, good. So I didn't kill him?

- No, you did not.

- [gasps] Oh, my God.

- [chuckling] - You found the money!

- Yeah. - [laughing]

Oh, shit, well, where's the rest of it though?

- Rest of it? - Yeah.

Ten stacks, $100,000 a stack.

That's only $1 million. - Only $1 million.

Do you hear how crazy you sound right now, only $1 million?

- I mean, yeah, but Dimitri said $10 million.

I mean, it's not like he just picked that number

out of the blue sky.

$10 million is what Teddy stole.

So where the fuck's the rest of it?

[door opens] - Dad!

- In here!

- I'm just saying,

we short $9 million, Joe.

- Can't you be grateful for anything?

- Dad!

Dad!

- Oh, baby. - What--

- Oh, my God. - What happened?

Where's your mother?

- They took her.

- What? - They took her.

They took her. I don't know.

- What do you me-- - They took her.

[panting]

They took her.

- [whimpering] - [shushing]

Let me ask you again,

what happened to Dimitri?

- I don't know.

[tense music]

- No, no, please. - Not me.

Her. - No, no, please, please.

Don't do--no.

- Not me. - No, no, no, no.

- Not me.

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

[breathing shakily]

[whimpering]

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

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

- Please. No, no, please don't do--

[groaning]

- I found only two teeth.

It's my swing.

I have the fucking yips.

I need to spend more time on range, huh?

- [groaning]

- I told you I don't know!

Please!

[grunting]

- [groaning]

[Nicolai yelling]

- [laughing]

- You sick son of a bitch!

- Yeehaw!

Now I am hungry.

- [breathing heavily]

[crying]

Fucking hands off me.

- This does not have to be you.

You have something these idiots did not have.

Information.

- Don't touch me.

- Separate the man from the sin.

See him as a grieving father who needs closure.

You can give that to him

by telling me who killed his son.

- [crying]

- I know you are protecting your husband, the plumber.

Save yourself

and your daughter.

Unlock your phone

and called Joe.

- Bitch.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- A podcast is way different than a vlog.

Vlogs are, like, ancient.

- Yeah, I didn't fucking ask you.

- See, most podcasts already include a video element,

which is what the whole vlog movement was about anyway.

[laughs]

- Uh-huh.

This is me. - Oh.

- Right here's good.

- Well, hey, if you change your mind about being a guest,

hey, I-I'd love to have you.

- Yeah.

- It's all about life on the beat.

It's called "Cop: A Feel."

- Did you just say cop a feel?

- Yeah, "Cop," colon, "A Feel."

If you really think about it--

- Yeah, maybe not.

[door shuts]

What the fuck?

- Well, hello. - [gasps]

Shit.

- Hiding your dope in the fish sticks, Touch,

really?

- You shouldn't be here.

Give me the baggie.

- Nope.

- Give me the baggie.

- Back your ass up.

- Fuck. Shit.

- Don't even think about it.

- Well, I'm happy to share with you, Pam,

if that's what you're gonna be about.

- Fuck you.

You've been working me from the jump.

I'm done with your bullshit.

- What are you gonna do here, Pam?

You gonna arrest me?

- If I have to.

I'll probably shoot you first though.

But you're used to that now, right?

- Yeah. - Mm-hmm.

- Just give me the fucking-- - Back the fuck up, Touch!

I'm not fucking with you.

- Okay, right. Fuck.

Take it easy.

Ugh, come on.

- Both hands.

- [laughs] Not a fucking chance.

- Clip into the radiator

or I dump your shit.

- Fine, go ahead.

[garbage disposal whirring]

Okay, fuck, fuck!

Stop! - Now!

You think I'm fucking with you?

- [barely audible] Okay.

Huh? See?

Okay?

- Get your ass over there.

- [sighs]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Well, aren't you little Pammy Preparedness?

Okay? - Mm-hmm.

- No, no--no, no, no. Could you not with the chairs?

I just had the floors redone.

- Fuck your floors.

- [sighs]

Is that what ties you to Dimitri,

to Nicolai?

You do 'em solids?

Turn your back, and they hook you up?

- Get fucked. Okay?

I don't work for those animals.

- So what's the link, Touch?

Huh?

Is it Joe?

His father burns in a fire,

a week later, bodies are piling up--

three in Joe's house.

- I got nothing to say to you.

- Oh, no? - Mm.

- Okay.

See what you got here.

♪ ♪

Then we wait.

- Fine, we wait.

- Mm-hmm.

- So--so how many of 'em was there?

- Just the one,

that dead-eyed bitch from the peanut butter store.

She was--she was fast, Joe,

like, "Kill Bill" fast.

- Did she say anything,

leave a message or instructions,

or any shit like that?

- No, she just... kept hitting me.

- Did you even try to fight back, Lee?

- I couldn't. I mean...

she was on me before I even knew what was happening.

- I knew some shit like this was gonna happen, fuck.

- Well, then you should have been there.

- What'd you say to me?

- If you knew something was gonna happen to your wife, Joe,

then you should have been there.

She was in pain.

She needed her medicine. Where were you?

- Who was gonna get the money, Lee?

I was getting the fucking money, man!

- Exactly! You were getting

the fucking money!

If you were so worried about Angela,

then you would have been there instead of me!

You are so quick

to blame everybody else for everything

except yourself.

You need to stop that.

[footsteps receding]

- On three, okay?

- Okay.

- One.

- Agh! - Ah!

I'm sorry. We just had to get it out of the way.

Okay, come on. One, two, three.

- [groaning] - Oh, God, I'm sorry.

Okay.

- [groans] That's good! - I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. - That's good!

- No, I got two more.

I got two more. - [groans]

That's enough. - Okay, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just last one.

Last one. - [breathing sharply]

[groaning]

- Okay, I didn't mean it. - [groans]

- Ah. Okay, all right.

I'm done, I'm done. Good job, baby.

Good job. - [groans]

- I know, I know, I know. [shushes]

Okay.

- I love you, you know that?

- I know you do, king.

That's why we got to protect what we got.

Look, the time is coming when we gonna have to run.

And it's gonna take more than a million

for us to vanish proper.

We gotta start thinking about us,

me and you.

[soft dramatic music]

Time's also coming when we gonna have to choose,

us or them.

♪ ♪

I know who I'm choosing.

- My chameleon tells me

your husband is most likely responsible for my son's death.

It is too late for you.

But let me talk to Joe,

and I promise,

I will not kill your daughter.

This--how you say-- [snaps fingers]

Final offer.

[ominous music]

- [grunts]

- Call and let Joe decide.

If he's half the man you claim,

he won't let your daughter die.

♪ ♪

Unlock.

- Fuck you.

[phone clatters]

[grunting]

- Ooh, bravo.

I always love girls fight.

Bravo, bravo.

- [grunting]

[panting]

- [speaking Russian]

- No Russian!

English, God damn it. English!

- Listen.

There are six armed men between here and the front door.

Do you really think you can get past them all...alone?

- [breathing heavily]

Maybe not--not all of 'em.

- Thank you.

[trigger clicking]

- Ha ha ha.

♪ ♪

- Oops.

- [grunts]

- Joe.

- Take her to the pool.

[phone rings] - Ange!

Sweetheart, where are you?

[water splashing] - [coughing] Joe.

- Wait, talk to me. Where are you?

Sweetheart, what are you doing?

Answer me. - [gasping]

- They're using Mom's phone.

[gasping continues]

- Hello, Joe.

You know who this is?

- You motherfucker, you.

- [laughing]

Your wife is trying to swim,

but having a hard time.

She doesn't have much time left.

- [gasps and coughs]

- I'ma kill you, motherfucker.

I promise you.

- [laughing] Oh, Joe, Joe.

Please, be civilized.

- You listen to me, Nicolai.

Only thing Angela has ever done was invited your boy

over to our house and cooked him fucking dinner.

That was it.

- Oh, this is so sweet.

I'm sure she will be missed.

- You don't want her.

I killed Dimitri.

[tense music]

I shot Georgi first,

and then I snapped your boy's fucking neck.

♪ ♪

- Yes, you did.

Yes, you did.

- So you don't want her.

Trade me for her right now.

Trade me for my wife right now.

- And why would I do such a thing, hm?

It's only a matter of time before I find you now.

- I can--

I can show you where I buried Dimitri's body.

- If you lie to me, Joseph...

- Louie's Diner on Bell, two hours.

♪ ♪

Once they bring Ange back, then...

Then that's all that matters.

- No, come on. - [crying]

[barely audible] Oh, God.

- Take her out.

- [gasping and coughing]

- It's almost over now.

- Joe.

No.

[bright music playing] - ♪ When will I see you ♪

♪ Again ♪

♪ ♪

♪ When will we share precious moments ♪

- Everything you touch turns to shit.

- [chuckles]

[screaming]

Oh, shit!

- Did Joe kill Dimitri, Touch?

[suspenseful music]

Why? Was it about Teddy?

Or did Dimitri hurt his little girl?

- [groaning and panting]

[high-pitched tone]

[static buzzing]

[gasps]

[wind howling]

[sighs]

[dramatic musical sting]

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

- Here.

It's money for you.

- Thank you.

Here. Put it in your mouth,

and the pain will go away.

♪ ♪

- Thank you.

- Tell me where Joe is, Touch.

Where is Joe?

Where is Joe? - [crying]

I can't.

I'm--I'm sorry, Donna.

I'm sorry, baby.

- Sorry for what? - Fucking sorry.

- Touch. Touch, tell me why you're sorry.

Sor--sorry for what?

- [sobbing] I fucked up.

I'm sorry. I'm--

[blubbering]

I'm so sorry. - Shit.

- [continues crying]

[dramatic music]

- Dad, you can't do this.

- Joe, there has got to be another way.

- There's no time.

- Think--think about what Nicolai is gonna do to you.

- I'm trying not to, brother.

♪ ♪

- So--so that's it?

You're just gonna give up?

- W-would you listen to her? Y-you can't just

walk in there like nothing's gonna--

- Enough!

No.

I am not about to let my wife die

at the hands of this asshole, all right?

I'm not.

This shit started with me.

It's got to end with me.

Enough people done got hurt.

It's not even safe for you all no more.

You gotta run.

Three-way split, that was the deal.

$333,000 each.

- Well, technically, it's $333,333.

But I'm good.

[barely audible] Sorry.

- Come here.

[tense music]

[door opens]

♪ ♪

Here, here.

I need you to go.

I need you to walk down to Morrison Street

and catch yourself a cab-- a real cab.

Not no Uber, nothing that can be traced.

I want you to take it far outside of town.

Do not tell me where.

Find a place to lay low.

And I want you to pay cash for everything.

Don't use no card, no texts, no posts, no phone,

no none of that shit, you hear me?

- No, no-- - Listen to me.

In a week, I want you to go to the stadium parking lot

where we used to tailgate with Grandpapa, all right?

I'ma have your mother meet you there.

You hear me?

Okay?

- No. I'm not--I'm not leaving you.

- You're gonna do-- - No.

- You're gonna do exactly what I tell you to do.

You and your mother gonna run,

and you're never gonna look back.

- [crying] Okay.

Daddy?

Dad.

- Yeah?

- I love you.

- Go.

♪ ♪

- It's your turn, baby.

- You mean our turn.

- I'm staying behind with Joe.

- You wanna try that again?

- Look,

I can't leave Joe behind on this.

- So I'm supposed to what, just sit around and wait

to find out if you die or not?

- No.

You're gonna find the rest of the money.

There is $9 million out there.

And if there's anyone who can track it down, it's you.

- Baby, I wouldn't know where to start.

- Bullshit.

- [chuckles softly]

- All right--

don't get it twisted.

I'm coming back.

And when I do,

we're gonna need a vacation.

Not one of those bullshit drives through Amish country.

I'm talking about a real vacation,

like...Bora Bora.

I hear they have these, uh,

over-the-water huts with glass bottoms.

Supposed to be beautiful.

- [chokes back tears]

- Hey.

- Bora fucking Bora then.

Don't do anything stupid.

- I got this.

- [barely audible] Yeah, you do.

- Come on.

You got work to do.

[sighs]

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[door opens and closes]

[insects chirring]

♪ ♪

- You a bad motherfucker, Joe.

Ange too.

Go get your bitch.

[intense music]

♪ ♪

- [breathing heavily]

- Come on, come on, come on.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Bring her to the car.

Come on.

- Come on.

[phone buzzes]

- [breathing shakily]

I tell you the truth,

I get a bump.

That offer still on the table?

- Yeah.

- She didn't kill herself.

- Who?

- Tess.

- Your ex?

- I staged it.

- Wha--

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- We got drunk.

We partied all night, and then we passed out.

And I left my gun out.

And her daughter,

six years old--

It happened so fast.

- Jesus.

- And I fucking panicked.

And I put the gun in Tess's hand.

And I told myself that I did that for the kid.

But that was bullshit.

'Cause I covered my own ass.

[pops lips] I always fucking do.

So truth for a bump, yeah?

- Truth for a bump.

- [breathing shakily]

- It's been a day since you used.

Hardest part's over.

- The fuck it is.

I'm a junkie.

- That you are.

So bottoms up.

- What is--what is this? What the fuck--

what is the point of this, huh?

[coughing]

- The point?

To save your life?

- Save my life?

- Shoot, why not?

You're just all fucked up like the rest of us.

- Well, present company excluded, huh?

- Shit, hardly.

I'm just not fucking cuffed to a radiator.

- And if you were,

what would you confess?

- I murdered a man last night.

One of Nicolai's.

He was bleeding out,

and I finished that motherfucker off.

And it felt great.

I can't do this shit by the book anymore, Touch.

I'm too fucking tired.

I want Nicolai and everything he's ever loved

to burn.

That's how I'm gonna finish this off.

So will you help me?

♪ ♪

- [grunts]

- [sighs]

- [grunts]

[breathing shakily]

[groans]

[thrilling music]

♪ ♪

[door opens and closes]

You good?

- Yeah, yeah.

I'm good.

- A'ight then.

- A'ight then.

- [speaking Russian]

- [speaking Russian]

That way.

- Instant?

What kind of cop are you?

[phone buzzing]

"Joe about to give himself up to Nicolai.

"Meeting at Louie's Diner in 20.

We need you, Touch."

Meeting Nicolai.

[building action music]

Got you, asshole.

♪ ♪

- When we get to the diner,

we're gonna park about a block down,

leave some breathing room.

I'ma send Ange out.

I'm not gonna do shit until I see y'all

get in the van and y'all go.

That's the job.

Okay?

Get her out of there and nothing else.

No heroics, Leon.

I can't risk her getting hurt.

- Do you really think I'm capable of heroics?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I do.

So don't.

♪ ♪

[brakes squeal]

You still want those season tickets?

[laughter]

I wrote something for you and Touch.

- Should I--

- Later.

Touch's cut is on the counter in the construction house.

- I'll make sure he gets it.

- Yeah.

You know, through it all, uh...

You've been there every step of the way.

Appreciate it.

I love you, dog.

[tender music]

♪ ♪

I better go.

[intense music]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- It won't be too long now, dear.

[bell dinging]

- What is happening?

This is not part of our deal.

- [chuckles]

The deal has been changed, dear.

- No, you can't do that.

- [chuckles]

- No, Jenn.

- I didn't.

She did.

[phone buzzes]

- What?

What is he talking about?

- Okay, Mom, I have to tell you something.

I'll explain everything later. - Jenn.

- But I'm so glad you're okay--

- Why are you here, baby?

- I have to go.

[dishware clatters]

- Ange!

Ange.

What the fuck?

Ange. Ange.

Ange.

♪ ♪

- Wait, no, don't take her.

Wait. Please don't take her, no!

No, no, no, no, no, no! - I'm sorry!

- Don't! No!

Don't!

Why are you doing this?

Please.

- Ange.

Ange. Ange.

What the fuck is--

Ange. Ange.

What the fuck?

Ange!

Ange.

Please, Ange.

What the fuck?

- Don't take my baby, please!

[sobbing]

No!

Oh, God!

Jenn! Jenn!

- [breathing heavily]

[line trilling]

- Daddy, I'm so, so sorry.

I'm sorry.

- Jenn?

What the hell is going on?

Are you with your mother?

- No, I had to.

It was the only way to save you both.

- You had to do what?

Jenn!

What the fuck did you do? Jenn!

- Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me.

Missed you at the diner, Joe.

- Motherfucker, I'm still here.

Where the fuck are you at?

- Ooh, I'm sorry.

I got a better offer.

Family is everything.

I guess I don't need to tell you that.

[laughs]

Your wife is at Breen's Diner in Troy Hills.

Better hurry though.

She doesn't look very healthy.

- I--I--I don't understand.

- You will.

Bye.

♪ ♪

[no audible dialogue]

- What is it? What is it?

- They got Jenn.

[engine turns over]

♪ ♪

- Son of a bitch.

- Ange, baby. Ange, baby, come here.

Come here, baby.

Baby, baby, can you hear me?

What happened? What happened?

- What the hell is going on, Joe?

Where's Nicolai?

- Come on, baby, come on.

It's okay, I got you.

Where's Jenn at, baby?

You see 'em?

- Hey, where's Nicolai?

- Give us some goddamn space!

The fuck is wrong with you? - Jenn--

Jenn is pregnant, Joe,

with Dimitri's baby.

That psychopath has our pregnant daughter!

- Daddy?

Dad.

- Yeah?

- I love you.

♪ ♪