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Hey, slow down, Mike, okay?
You're making me sick.

I would slow down if you
hadn't already made us late.

We're... We're not late,
okay? You're just anxious.

No, I'm anxious 'cause
you made us late.

I'm not doin' this with you in
the next phase of our lives.

You're gon' respect my time.

My stomach. My stomach.

Hey, Mike, look, pull over
at that store right there.

I need a ginger ale.

Look, we don't have no time
to get no ginger ale, man.

Come on, Mike, I'm sick.

You're freaking me out, okay?

I feel like I'm gonna
throw... throw up.

I dare you, Marcus.

You got 90 seconds, all right?

Ginger ale and nothing else.

- I am a grown-ass man, okay?
- Mm-hmm.

Just be nice.

Oh. Okay. 85 seconds.

Are those dogs fresh?

I put 'em on yesterday.

Well, give me one and put some relish
and some mustard on that motherfucker.

Hook it up. Come on, hurry up.

No, that one right there. Yeah.
Yeah, that right there. Hurry up.

Gotta go, gotta go.

Don't be takin' your time.

Yeah, my man.

Oh!

Hey, open the register.

- No, no, no.
- Now!

Sir, today is not the day.

Shut the fuck up!

Look, if I'm not in
that car in 15 seconds,

there's a very surly man that's
comin' in here and we both are fucked.

- Marcus.
- Hey, don't fuckin' move.

The fuck over there!

'Ey, Mike, I told
this guy I had to go.

Mm-mm.

Is that Skittles on
the counter, Marcus?

Well, he was takin' a long
time with the ginger ale.

That is incorrect. He grabbed that
ginger ale the second he came in here.

A hot dog, Marcus?

You're not supposed to
be eatin' that shit.

- This is not mine, Mike.
- Yes, it is.

Mind your business with
your tattletaling ass.

Everybody shut the fuck up!

Sir, I'm gonna need you
to lower your weapon.

Come take my weapon,
then, motherfucker.

Don't antagonize him.

Marcus, get in the car.

Mike, he has a gun to my head.

Wanna deal with him,
you wanna deal with me?

Sorry, sir, but I gotta go.

You didn't have to
shoot him, Mike.

Get in the car.

Call 911.

Aren't you the police?

Other people look at you

and see the tailored suits,
the cars, the watches.

I met you without any of that.

Stripped, basically naked...

which is 90% of why
I'm marrying you.

I met you at your lowest.

You'd been shot.

But there was a fire
in you that was...

...extraordinary.

And I vow to spend the rest
of my life fanning that flame.

I now pronounce you...

husband and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

Yes!

- I love it.
- Oh.

You know, it kinda makes sense that he
married his therapist after he got shot.

I love that for him. Mental
health is super important.

Well, it was his
physical therapist.

- Congratulations, Michael.
- Rita. Thank you, thank you.

Mr. Mayor.

Oh, not yet. Don't jinx it. I'm
still just a lowly US Attorney.

I've been watching
what you're doin'.

- You got my vote.
- Oh, thank you.

Congratulations to you.

I mean, the definition of
a power couple right there.

- I'll grab you a drink.
- Okay.

- Can I get you anything?
- No, I'm good, thank you.

And all this time, I thought
you were a terminal bachelor.

I... I... I even surprised
myself with this one.

Yeah, I guess you just
hadn't met the right one.

I had some growing up to do.

You were 50.

Uh...

Okay. Uh...

I'm gonna pre-apologize
for whatever he says.

Uh-uh...

- Mike.
- Uh-uh...

- No, you know how it is.
- Don't... Marcus!

- Marcus. Come...
- Let me get it out!

Come on, man.

- Everything you have been through, man.
- Okay.

The witch. The Bruja.

The prostitute.

My sister. 'Member? You could a
told me about my sister, Mike.

You could a told me that.

I would've embraced you, if
that's who she was feeling.

- I love you, Mike.
- No doubt.

You know, Cap would've loved
to have been here to see this.

But you know what?

We got his daughter, Judy,
and his granddaughter, Callie.

She wants to say something.

Um...

My granddad loved you guys.

And if he were here, he would
have told you not to F this up.

That's what he would've said.

Yeah, he would a said,
"Don't fuck it up."

Exactly.

Oh, excuse me.

'Ey.

Mike, you been my
partner a long time.

Yes, sir.

Now he's gonna be your
partner, Christine.

To Mike and Christine Lowrey.

- For life!
- For life!

Go Marcus! Go Marcus!
Go Marcus! Go Marcus!

Oh, shit.

What happened? What happened?!

Marcus. Marcus!

What's the address?

Let me in, let me in,
let me in. Back up.

This is Captain Rita Secada. I
have an officer in cardiac arrest.

Come on, man.

It's not your time.

Marcus!

Marc... Marc...!

This guy.

Hey, buddy.

What you doing?

I spent my whole life
being scared, Mike.

I wasted so much time.

Why... Why... Why
don't you, uh...

Why don't you just step back from
the edge a little bit, please?

What year is it?

It's Tuesday.

Same year your ass
was wobbling in.

Oh, wow. Felt like
it was five years.

I was in the basement
of the ocean.

All my bullshit was gone.

Just freedom.

And full body love,
Mike. Full body love.

Okay.

Why... Why... Why
don't you, uh...

...love your full body back
from the ledge, please?

Nothing to be scared of.

It's not my time,
baby. It's not my time.

Mr. Burnett!

Hey, I got him.

He's just, um...

I don't know what the
fuck he's doing. Uh...

But I got it. I got him.
We're good. We are good.

- We are great!
- 'Ey...

- Miami!
- Whoa!

305 for life!

Kakow!

All right. Just stop. You gon' put
somebody's eye out with that thing, man.

- I'm bringing the thunder, Mike.
- I get it.

Bringing the thunder.

All right. There you go.

Oh, man. Bring it in.

Thought I lost you, brother.

Couldn't lose me if you tried.

You know your ass is out, right?

Everybody's ass is out, Mike.

Hey.

There's a storm coming.

No. Not that kind of storm.

You're gonna be tested.

Things are gonna get bad,

and you're gonna have to
make a really hard choice.

Just know you're good.

This is my private
time, Mr. McGrath.

How may I help you?

- I need you to move some money.
- Your money?

Your boss's, actually. I
need it to be cartel cash.

Just under 20 million.

Backdated series of transfers
beginning 2004, ending January 2020...

into...

...that account.

In the name of the late
Captain Conrad Howard.

I have people who
can handle logistics.

I really just need
your login credentials.

And why would I give you those?

Oh, my God!

Come here, darling.

Come on.

Come here.

You can't transfer
funds from a phone.

Hey, honey, what's going on?

Do they know each other?

Honey, who's there with you?

- All right, all right!
- Honey...?

Here we go.

They'll kill you for this.

They're not even gonna
know this happened.

Your girlfriend heard you
on the phone with your wife

and realized you were
never gonna divorce her.

And in a fit of
passion, she shot you.

Your bodyguard tried to step
in, but he was too late.

And realizing the
horror of her actions...

she took her own life.

No!

Honey, what are you doing?

- You had a heart attack two weeks ago.
- Exactly.

They call it a widow-maker for a reason.
You need to be in the hospital, baby.

Hey, I tried to told his ass, T.

Apparently, he's an adult. He
was allowed to sign hisself out.

Hey, babe. Look, come on. I couldn't
take one more second away from you.

All these stents in me
got my blood flowing.

- I'm on D way.
- All right, now.

Ey. Ey. Come on,
man. That's my phone.

- I love you, Marcus.
- We'll be there in 10.

All right, babe.
All right. Love you.

Hey, Mike.

I wasn't even gonna
tell you this...

but this ain't the
first time we done this.

We ride together all
the time, what you mean?

No, I'm talking about our souls.

You know, we've ridden together,
but I saw it all, Mike.

We're bound. And we
have been for lifetimes.

We haven't always been Mike and
Marcus, but we've always been us.

Um...

What you talking 'bout?

We're soulmates.

- Yup.
- Yeah.

Naw.

Yeah, I kind of... I saw my soulmate
looking a little different than that.

See... See, Mike, you
stuck in the physical.

Souls don't have dicks.

I'm pretty sure my soul
has a dick, Marcus.

See? That's that shit right
there. That's why we're stuck.

You know, I wasn't gonna
tell you this shit either,

but my soul is more
advanced than your soul.

Mm. Mm-hmm.

It's not that your
soul is stupid.

- Mm-hmm.
- You know?

It's just that you're more
like a baby soul. You know?

And I'm more like a mother soul.

And I just gotta suckle ya.

You know? Put you
on that titty.

You know?

Hey. How long you think your
brain went without oxygen?

- Daddy!
- Daddy's home.

- Baby! Oh, baby, you're back.
- Where my family? My family.

Hey, baby.

Oh! Little Marcus!

Say hi to Pop-pop.
Say hi to Granddad.

- Oh, I missed you so...!
- Look at you, woman.

No, come on, look at me, baby.

- We're gonna have to hose them down.
- Mm!

All right. All right,
we get it. We get it.

Put some ice in your
drawers or somethin'.

Oh, that's funny.

Are you feeling good, Marcus?

I never felt better in my life.

Oh, Marcus, I missed you so much,
honey, but you need to get some rest.

Oh, no, baby, I need you.

- Just let me get some electrolytes.
- Okay, baby. Give me a kiss.

So, what's going on with my dad?

Um... Well, he was
on the roof naked...

and he said he had been at
the basement of the ocean.

"Amazing Chickpeas"?

Oh, and he said I have
a stupid baby soul

- with no penis.
- Mm.

Y'all need to talk to him.

- Hey, Reggie.
- Yes, sir.

- Did you eat my snacks?
- No, sir.

I was looking forward
to my snacks, Reggie.

Honey.

You know what? You
need to get a job.

I'm a US Marine, sir.

Well, then you need to deploy.

You know, we just
got back from Yemen.

Thank you for your service.

- You thought I was dead, didn't you?
- Dead?

One thing you
don't know, Reggie.

I got a camera up in here. Yeah.

Theresa!

It's the doctor's orders, Marcus. You're on
a strict diet. No salt, no sugar, no fats.

No stress, no loud noises,
no physical exertion.

Just sit your ass
down somewhere, man.

Tell him, Mike.

And, honey, I'm doing it with
you. We're now vegetarians.

Vegetarians? Look at me.

Look at all this man,
baby. I'm brand-new.

I need animal sugars to survive.

Well, baby...

I have a salad for you.

A salad?!

Hey, T, looks like you got this under
control. My tour of duty is done.

- Bye, Christine. Bye, Mike.
- Bye, guys.

Hey, Mike. Wait up.
Wait up, wait up.

What you about to do? Can
you run a quick-quick for me?

Yeah, what you need?

Um, I'll give you $1,000
for some Skittles.

Marcus, I am not buying
your ass no candy, man.

Okay, $2,000, Mike, for some Ding
Dongs. And that's my final offer.

I think you're gonna
be Ding Dong-less...

like my soul.

You always take whoever I love.

This is Detective Mike Lowrey.

The Captain is down.

He's my son.

You got a fucked
up family, Mike.

The Department of Justice has been investigating
the corruption in the Miami Police Department.

And we now have
credible intelligence

that Captain Conrad Howard
was directing these elements

in coordination
with the cartels.

No, I'm not interested in
approximately what time.

I need to know exactly what
time, do you understand?

You knew about this?

I found out two weeks ago.

A press conference. Really?

I'm sorry about the way
you had to find out.

- But given your closeness...
- Our closeness?

Neither one of y'all would have a
job if it wasn't for Captain Howard.

Rita, you know this is not true.

Honestly, I don't.

The investigation has
turned up new evidence.

Miami law enforcement's been
a leaky ship for years now.

Witnesses turn up dead,
informants disappear.

Events appear random until you
aggregate them over a period of years.

Then a pattern emerges.

Who is this?

Bud Grice, FBI, heading
up the JTF on this show.

That's who I am.

Now, we knew someone was
providing intelligence

to a cartel moving product
into South Florida.

We just didn't know who.

A cartel banker turned up dead two
weeks ago, shot by his girlfriend.

They found a phone with
Howard's contact on it.

Years of communication with the
cartel, account references offshore.

Millions in Howard's name.

Final piece we needed to
nail that dirty motherfucker.

- Grice!
- Oh, whoa. Hey, hey, let me holler at you.

Um, you know I was with him
when he went down, right?

Call him dirty one more time.

I dare you.

We know he had others who were with
him. We're gonna find them too.

I was with him.

- Put the cuffs on me right now. I was with him.
- Mike.

No, these motherfuckers think that just
'cause he's dead and can't defend hisself,

they gon' dump all this shit
on him, burn his legacy.

Not on my watch.

This is Judy
Howard, US Marshals.

I realize I have no
jurisdiction here.

But as a professional courtesy,

I'd like to request visibility into the
sources of the allegations against my father.

Judy.

We're gonna figure this
shit out, all right?

How's Callie?

How do you think, Mike?

We're on the same
team here, Judy.

Like hell we are, Mike.

My dad would still be alive if
it weren't for your bastard son.

Judy...

If I ever catch him out on the
street, I swear on my father,

I will put him down.

Come on. Come
on, man. Come on.

So, what's our next move?

They said he was working with
the cartel. Let's ask the cartel.

How you doin'?

It's prison.

Yeah.

Look. We need your help.

They're saying that
Captain Howard was dirty.

Do you know anything about that?

- How much time I get off for this one?
- I'm still working on that.

This is me telling
you that I need you.

I need to know if Captain Howard
was working with the cartels.

No.

He was onto the ones that were.

So he got greenlit.

Wait, no.

No, Captain Howard was killed because
he was on your mother's hit list.

He was added to it.

Your people wanted
it to look like us.

Your people wanted him dead.

Whatchu mean, "our people"?

You should be careful.

You're playing a game and you
don't even know the rules.

- There's dirty players on your side.
- That's bullshit.

Wait, who?

I saw him one time.

- Can you ID him?
- Sí.

Give me a name.

I don't know his name.

My mother.

She's the one who
dealt with him.

I knew we should have kept
that damn witch alive.

Marcus.

May she rest in peace.

Dude.

Hey, boss.

Our man on the inside got all of
Howard's records in the JTF file.

Computers, phones,
files, all of it.

Well, we know Howard
was onto our operation.

We just don't know how much he had. We
need to make sure we got every trace.

That's beautiful.

Hey, boss.

It's all the paper files.
They're clean so far.

Two phones had nothing. His
office computer was empty.

- He was careful.
- But?

But his old personal
laptop had weak encryption.

Here we go.

Shit. We tripped a fail-safe.

The fuck you mean, "we"?

Something was sent.

To who?

Tracing the phone now.

What the hell?

He's texting us
from the other side.

No, he's not, Marcus.

If you're seeing this...

I'm probably dead.

Fuck!

Fuck me.

Before I begin...

I wanna say one thing:

I'm putting you
in mortal danger.

Boys...

we got rats in our walls.

But I gotta make sure
you're my bad boys.

The Coke-bottle
giant is the key.

What?

Don't trust anybody.

What's that? What does that
mean? "The Coke-bottle giant."

Fletcher.

Oh, shit.

These are the guys.

We should put a bullet in these motherfuckers.
Be done with it once and for all.

Lintz, I love you. I'd like nothing
more than to let you loose on them.

But extra dead cops doesn't
do us any favors here.

Keep them under constant surveillance
and see if they make a move.

Fletcher's warehouse is
right down that alley.

Mike, I wasn't even
gonna tell you this.

Ugh. Then don't tell me.

No, you gotta hear
this. This is big.

I can't die.

What?

I cannot die.

Motherfucker, you did a pretty good job
of dying at my wedding a couple weeks ago.

But I didn't.

Watch.

Hey, Marcus.

- Hey!
- Come on! Get out of the road!

Hey!

Hey! Marcus!

Hey, stop, stop.

Hey, hey! Marcus!

What are you, some
kind of moron?!

Stop, stop, stop.

Police! Stop!

- Hey!
- Bro!

Slow down!

Crosswalk!

Ah! Ha-ha!

Talk to me.

- You gotta trust, Mike.
- Mm-hmm.

Trust yourself.
Trust the universe.

Stop that shit, Marcus.

It's not my time, Mike.

Oh, okay. So you're saying that
if I shoot you in your face,

you're saying that
you won't die.

Fate dictates that you
won't shoot me in the face.

I'm saying... I'm... I'm
saying that you saying

that if I shoot you in your face,
are you saying you won't die?

Fate doesn't deal in
hypotheticals, Mike.

I'm gonna call the police.

They're already here,
ma'am. Mind your business.

Just go to the beach.

Stop that shit, Marcus.

See? You're putting
your gun away.

He's putting his gun away.

Ooh, Mike.

Focus, man.

Yeah, I call this place, you know,
Creative Space for Black Imagination.

- You know that...
- Fletcher.

Oh, my God.

Thank you.

What the hell is this place?

This is my studio gallery.
I'm an artiste now.

Please, you ain't
no damn artist.

- What do you guys want?
- Captain Howard.

Yeah. I was sorry to hear what happened
to him. He helped turn my life around.

He told us to talk to you.

Okay. Talk to me.

- I just talked to you.
- Then say what you're supposed to say.

- I said what I'm supposed to say.
- You didn't.

- Then tell me what I'm supposed to say.
- I've said all I can say.

Fucking with us, beanstalk?!

Marcus! Come on!

Captain Howard saved my life.
I'm not messing this up.

I can't say what I supposed to say
until you say what you supposed to say.

Fletcher, just tell us what
you supposed to tell us.

Dumbasses. Look.

Captain Howard was
onto something big.

He didn't trust that you dumb fucks
would figure it out, so he contacted me.

Because you're stupid,
and I'm a genius.

So I protected the
information in something.

In something beautiful.

Flex your face one more
time. Flex it again!

I will blow your
fucking head off.

Would you stop?! Come on.

In something that
will live forever.

Did you shoot him?!

I don't think so.

Freeze!

Marcus. Marcus!

You hit?

Nah-ah.

Black jellybean.
Nobody likes that shit.

Whoa.

Hey! Stop that stupid shit!

I'm not fucking with you! Stop!

No! No, no! No! No!

I don't give a fuck!

Marcus! No! No!

What are you doing?!

- I got this!
- But you don't, though.

No. No!

Marc...!

Let's go! Let's move!

Marcus!

Burnett and Lowrey are
moving north on 11th.

Miami PD! Go!

- What are you doing?!
- I'm fightin' crime, baby!

Freeze!

Mike!

Have you ever had a
panic attack before?

What? Ain't nobody have
no damn panic attack.

You're at 165 over 90. Sweaty. Nauseous.
There's no shame in getting counseling.

All right. Thank you.
Appreciate you, brother.

Mike, let the man do his job.

Good job, man.

Hey, Mike.

What the hell you
panicking about?

I'm not speaking to you.

What'd I do?

You two all right?

Mike had a panic attack.

He didn't. Mike is fine.

What happened?

Rita, you ain't gonna believe
this shit. But we got a text...

A tip. We got a tip that
Fletcher had violated his parole.

So we came down here

and obviously he was into some
shit he ain't have no business.

Is that true, Marcus?

Oh. Um...

Well, you know I was with Mike.

How could you, of all people,
think Captain Howard was dirty?

I don't want this to be true.

But it would benefit all of us to
do our jobs and follow the evidence.

And you think he was stupid enough
to put accounts in his own name?

- He's being framed.
- By who?

That's what we're
trying to find out.

Rita, come on, you're
smarter than this.

Michael, please do not forget
you're talking to your boss.

I'm trying to protect you here.

I got no footage for
a two-block radius.

What?

They must've killed all
CCTV, all security cams.

I got nothing.

At least they ain't
film your panic attack.

Hey, guys.

- You had a panic attack?
- No.

- If you want, I can recommend a good counselor.
- I'm good, Dorn. Thanks.

Look, I shot this,
went frame by frame.

Check it out.

All right. Not here.

- Dorn, shut it down.
- Yeah.

Hey. Let's go.

So, what is this?

We're not exactly sure.

Whoa. Uh...

There you go. There you go.

All right, you fucks. Now
that I know it's you...

here it is:

I don't know how high up it goes, but
there's corrupt officials on our side.

And they're working
with the cartel.

This all started smelling funny

about nine years ago.

That shipment of coke we were
about to raid went missing.

You know, I kept getting
shut down from above.

So I pulled Sanchez and
Ruiz outta retirement.

I had 'em working on
the outside, you know?

They were killed in a
car crash a week later.

That shook me up.

And it's why I never
brought you two in.

Well, shame on me for worrying about
your asses when you could a saved mine.

But now it's up to you.

Remember the bust back in 2003?

314 pounds of ecstasy?

Well, I held onto the
storage unit, off the books.

That's where the real files are.

Everything you need to
exterminate these rat fucks.

It's in there!

You're gonna have to
finish what I couldn't.

Please.

Please, boys.

You're my last hope.

2003. Um...

That was the
Haitians. Zoe Pound.

Where was their storage locker?

I have no idea.

All right. We need you guys to go down to
the station and pull our original case files.

That'll tell us
where the locker is.

Do it quietly and be careful.
We don't know who we can trust.

Shit, this is heavy, man.

Um... I just got something
important to say.

I'm just gonna come out
with it. Clear the air.

Uh, the rat is not me.

Thanks for that, Dorn.

I feel safer.

They just tried to kill my son.

Because Armando can prove that
Captain Howard was innocent.

Cap was onto these
dirty players.

Armando told you that?

Yes. It's the reason they
wanted Captain Howard dead.

Armando can ID the guy that
ordered the hit on Cap.

He have a name?

No. But a face.

Listen, I know y'all
can do this. All right?

Just transfer Armando. Get him to
Miami. Get him to a secure location.

We'll debrief him. We'll get his testimony.
We'll get some pictures in front of him.

But please do it now.

These guys are tryin' to cover their
asses and they are not gonna stop.

Do it for Captain Howard.

Look, the evidence against
Captain Howard is overwhelming.

If I'm doing this,
I'm doing it for you.

All right, let's
transfer Aretas.

You'll accompany him, get him to
igloo here in Miami, do a debrief.

But I'm sticking my neck
out and I'm trusting you.

If he turns out to be bullshit,
then it's gonna be my ass.

So don't screw me, Mike.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Yeah?

We found Zoe Pound's
storage unit.

We'll go get the files, then take
them to my houseboat for safekeeping.

All right, stay on it. Let
me know when you got it.

Please surrender your firearms. They
will be returned to you upon touchdown.

You good?

Never been better.

It's about 45 minutes.

Mike, I wasn't even
gonna tell you this...

- but in one of our previous lifetimes together...
- Mm-hmm.

...you were a donkey.

And I owned you.

You were a stubborn ass, Mike.

You used to bite and spit.

- You were nasty.
- Hmm.

But I was a terrible owner, you
know, because I used to beat you.

- Mm-hmm.
- Because you wouldn't listen for shit.

And maybe I beat some kind
of shame into you, Mike.

And now I realize I
was scarring your soul.

You miss your nap?

Mike, I'm trying to
apologize to you.

We don't have your blankie, but
you could just rest your eyes.

- That's exactly how you was as a donkey.
- Mm-kay.

- That's that shit there.
- I get it.

You need some help
with your seat belt?

No, Donkey.

Hey. Bryant, this is Bronson.

Other guys are on turnaround.

Take a seat.

What's up?

Read the lines.

"US Marshal flight 724,
we have an emergency."

Our prisoner has escaped custody with
the aid of Miami PD Lowrey and Burnett.

There are officers down.

Mayday, mayday. They are
coming for the cockpit.

I repeat, they are
hijacking the CH-47.

"All ground units
please respond."

- Give me Lowrey's gun.
- Copy.

Go, go!

Get Lowrey.

Let's go!

We welcome the
storm, motherfu...!

Get me out of this fucking cage!

Marcus!

Mike!

It's too heavy!

Don't let go!

Grab the stick!

Where the hell you
learn how to fly?!

I'm a drug dealer,
man. To the right!

Whoa!

He was using my gun.

How the hell did they get
on a federal transport?

We need to split up.

We're gonna stay together.

Says who?

I'm not asking you.

I'm telling you. We're
stayin' together.

Fuck outta my way.

- Hey. Where...?
- Get the fuck off me.

Hey! Hey!

Look.

You are the only person who can
identify whoever is doing this!

The only way that any of us stays alive
is if we get them before they get us.

There's no us! There is no us!

Damn.

That Lowrey DNA is a bitch.

Y'all some strong motherfuckers.

Okay. Now, look, everybody
unflex. On three.

One! Two!

There you go.

Captain Howard left us files that's
gonna tell us who's doin' this.

Dorn has 'em.

We just have to
get back to Miami.

You better not slow me down.

Lose your phones.

You keep up with me or
I leave you in the dirt.

You're in my world now.

Hey, Mike. Look, we
gotta think about this.

I know you wanna move with him,
you know, because he's your "son."

Whoa, whoa. Don't
air quote that.

No, I didn't. I'm just sayin' I
know why you tryin' to protect him.

'Cause he "family."

Hey. Movin' the air quotes down to
your hips doesn't un-air-quote them.

Just say he's my son.

- He's your son.
- No, no.

Palms up is like you tryin' to
say, oh, he's not really my son.

Oh. Well, your
son's gettin' away.

Shit.

If your men are on some kind of
op, you might wanna pull us in.

Otherwise, it doesn't
look good for them.

Judy.

- You ID the bodies?
- Roger. We got three unaccounted for.

Lowrey, Burnett and Aretas.

Motherfuckers. Fucking...!

Shit.

All right. Listen up!

We have three suspects, armed
and dangerous, out there.

And I want them back.

Let's go!

Hold on. Judy.

Three suspects?

What do you think
is happening here?

What do you think?

Play the audio.

US Marshal flight 724,
we have an emergency.

Our prisoner has escaped custody with
the aid of Miami PD Lowrey and Burnett.

There are officers
down. Mayday, mayday.

Come on, you can't possibly believe
Mike and Marcus would do this.

Nah, you said it. Lowrey was obsessed
with getting his son out of prison.

Slow down, Judy.

This isn't Miami, Secada.

These are my fugitives and right now
the whole world is my jurisdiction.

You've known them your whole
life. How can you even suggest...?

Do I think that Mike
and Marcus planned this?

Probably not.

But people do things they wouldn't
normally do when family's involved.

In my experience,
innocent men don't run.

- Can we stop and think before...
- Are you capable of doing your job?

'Cause I need to move on.

They survived.

What the fuck you
mean, they survived?

No bodies on site. US Marshals
are treating it as a manhunt.

These guys just refuse to die.

They're wanted men.

Law enforcement and media
are our friends now.

A manhunt for three fugitives

is sending shock waves
across South Florida.

Ballistic reports have
matched the bullets

recovered from the bodies...

Are you planning on dropping out of the
mayor's race in light of the recent events?

The manhunt is
currently underway.

The FBI is assisting US Marshals
in bringing these men in.

Lowrey, Burnett and Aretas should
be considered armed and dangerous.

These are individuals who have killed
fellow law enforcement professionals.

If you see something,
say something.

Put a bounty on the streets.

Get it to every gang in the
city and let them fight for it.

Five mil.

Let's go get these
motherfuckers.

The universe is crazy, ain't it?

Look at us.

I bet none of us thought when we
woke up today this is where we'd be.

You outta jail.

We goin' to jail.

This shit is special.

Mike?

Is there anything you would
like to say to Armando?

Fuck you talkin' to
me like that? No.

Mike, this is a moment.
Express with your son.

I'm sorry.

That's what I'm talking about.

- For what?
- For everything, man.

Seems like bad shit happens
to anybody I love, so...

Startin' to think
maybe I'm cursed.

I just feel like...

maybe I cursed you.

You ain't fuckin' cursed me.

Bad shit happens to everybody.

Ain't always about you.

Hey, Armando.

I don't know if I told you this,
but I died a couple of weeks ago.

Sorry to hear about that.

Oh, no. The best thing
that ever happened to me.

Shit's wild.

But y'all?

Y'all the reason I came back.

Hey.

Everybody, bring it in.

Come on, bring it in. Come on.

What?

There you go, Armando.

There you go. There you...

Y'all are some terrible
fuckin' fugitives.

So, what are you,
fuckin' Marcus Winfrey?

- What?
- Now, see?

You makin' us look soft, like we
don't know how to be on the run.

Better get you out of this.

Hey!

- That boy hardheaded.
- Chip off the old block.

Well, what we got here?

Hey, Cain, come
take a look at this!

What are you boys doin'?

"Boys"?

- Are y'all stealing our clothes?
- Looks like it.

Fuckin' racism.

Y'all think just because we
Black, we stealin' your shit?

Now, these are my
own Black clothes

that I put on today from
my own Black closet.

- Marcus!
- What?

Look at your shirt.

How'd this get in
my Black closet?

Why don't you boys sing
us a little Reba song.

- Reba?
- Reba? Oh, yeah.

Oh, please.

That's... 'Cause he put...
He put me on to Reb...

Which one? Which
y'all...? Which one?

Sing your favorite.

- Oh, she got plenty of them.
- 'Cause she got hits.

- Was it the up-tempo song? Or the slow jam?
- Yeah, yeah, remember the one?

- It was the slow one, nigga.
- Oh, okay.

You hurt me in the morning

Yes, 'cause she was hurt.

You hurt me at night

Yes, yes.

But I've changed - Changed

And I'm strong, I'm a woman

I'm a strong Black wom...

I'm a strong woman

Yeah, 'cause she's not Black.

And then...

What you gonna do?

What you gonna d...?

Mmh-mmh.

That ain't no Reba song.

It's from her mix tape.

Goddamn it!

We're sorry! We'll
bring it back!

We're not stealing your
shit because we Black!

Did you ever love her?

What?

My mother. You ever love her?

He's expressing.

I definitely loved her.

And then you sold her out.

I made some mistakes.

Like me.

- You know that is not what I was trying...
- Now wait a damn minute, Armando.

He's trying to make up for it.

He don't owe you a damn thing.

All right, hold on. Hold on, Marcus.
You're just... You're being aggressive.

I've been a dad a long time.
He needs to hear this, Mike.

He needs some tough-ass love.

Armando. Maybe he does
owe you something. Okay?

Your mom being deceived by him.

You being born in
prison, in a web of lies

that turned your ass into a
stone-cold fuckin' killer.

Yeah. You're a killer.

But this man, through it all,
has been nothing but solid.

That's some father-of-the-year
shit right there.

Is it?

Your wack-ass parenting
broke the truck.

My bad.

Yeah, nah, that's dead.

We're not far from Tabitha's.

No, Mike. You know
that woman's crazy.

Yeah, but she likes me.

I don't think she likes
you as much as you think.

- The Pony's about two miles from here.
- What's The Pony?

I need my Instagram. I need my
Friendster. I need more sex.

I need more men in this club.

You all look beautiful.
Now get back to work.

Mike Lowrey. Damn.

What up, Tabitha?

So y'all in trouble, huh?

Yeah, we need some help. Um...

- We need some clothes.
- No shit.

A ride and some phones.

Yeah. Guns too.

Uh, that's my son.
That's Armando.

You got you a
little Spanish son?

Yeah, it's a long story.

Um, can you hook us up?

I mean, I got all that but
what you gonna do for me?

What you mean? We good for that.

You were.

But you guys are men
on the run now, so...

Well, what you need?

- What I need?
- Mm-hmm.

I need you to eat this pussy.

Oh!

I'm not doin' that, all right?

Whoa, hold on, Mike, hold
on. Think about this.

- Now, you say guns and phones, right?
- Mm-hmm.

Okay, well, look, you
know Mike's a married man.

So?

So he's gonna need some
plausible deniability.

So I'mma have you lay down
and stick out your tongue.

And you gonna have
to do the rest.

I can fuck with that.

- Oh, yeah, go on, baby.
- No, Marcus.

- All you gotta do is close your eyes, Mike.
- No!

I'mma need pictures. You know
how to take pictures, right?

Hey. We don't have a lot of time.
I need you to stop fuckin' around.

Oh, I'm not fuckin' around.

All right, hey, let's go.

Wait, hold up.

Sit your motherfuckin' ass down.

- Hey, Tabitha, what is you doin'?
- What is you doin'?!

Sit your married ass down!
You get y'all asses down too!

- Shit.
- Everybody sit down.

Hey, I got the bad boys right
here. Let's get that money.

- Hey, Tab.
- Shut the fuck up.

Hold up, I'm confused.

You didn't want
him to licky-licky?

There's a $5 million
bounty on your head.

I need that money.
I was just stalling.

That's... That's cold.
He almost did that shit.

He did not, Marcus.

I told you she didn't like you.

Get the fuck up.

The bounty is dead or alive.

Don't be stupid.

Hey, Armando.

If you live, I'll let you...

What?

I said if you live,
motherfucker, holler at me.

He was kinda cute.

We got a tip.

Positive ID on our fugitives.

Let's do this.

Ooh! Mike, I'm about
to make my move.

No, the fuck you're not. You about to
go wherever these men are taking us.

Oh, I'm not goin'.

Now I'll take the three in the
front, you take the six in the back.

Marcus, we do not
have any weapons.

In five... four... three...

Fuck!

Ah, shit! This motherfucker.

Fuckboy, fuckboy
Whatcha gonna do?

Ayo, Mike!

Ain't no fun when the
rabbit got the gun, huh?

Wait, you know this guy?

Yeah, I hit him with a
hammer a couple years ago.

You think I forgot about that fucking ho
shit you pulled off at Manny's Prime Rib?

How the fuck did I
let you two catch me?

Mike, I want my five million.

Marcus!

You see I got the fam
with me. The streets!

We could do this nice and
easy or we can go to war!

'Cause I'm fucking war-ready!

What are you doing?!

No!

Go, go, go, go!

Back up! Back up! Back up!

No! No!

Windshield wiper
fluid is flammable!

How the hell am I supposed to know
that?! I ain't no damn scientist!

Everybody relax. The
fire's on the outside.

- Oh!
- Oh, shit!

Now it's on the inside!

Shit!

Okay.

Okay.

Everybody out! Everybody out!

Shit.

Open the damn door!

We can feel you right
there, boy. Open the door.

Hey!

Open up, Muscle Milk.

Come on, man. What
the fuck is you doing?

Nothing. It's just not a great
time for me right now, guys.

It's not a great
time for us either.

Okay, let's reconvene
in like an hour or so.

Babe, we're out of body wash.

- Oh!
- Whoa!

What the hell?

We found you guys.

We're in a relationship. Okay?

- Oh, okay.
- All right.

Sneaking around has
been destroying me.

It started about a couple months ago. It
will not affect our professional lives.

Except for that one
time in that van.

- I am not sorry.
- Nothing to be sorry about.

Yeah, you know. I mean,
people do that shit.

- Are you guys okay?
- Yeah, we're good. I wanted to... Oh.

- What the fuck?!
- Okay. Whoa, whoa.

Hey, Kelly. Kelly.

I asked you to wait
outside for a second.

All right. Kelly, he's with us.

He can't be here.

This is my son, Armando.

I know who he is, and
that's why he can't be here.

I trust you with my life, Mike. But
I as sure as shit don't trust him.

I trust him.

Then take him to your house.

Hey, Mike. Uh, can I have
a second with her, please?

Yeah, yeah. Please.

- Hey, sweetie.
- Relax. Relax.

Come here for a sec. Come
over here for a second.

We could both end up in jail.

- Give him a chance.
- Yeah, give him a chance to kill us all?

This is some dysfunctional shit.

- She's fine.
- She don't look fine.

- I'm fine.
- Yes, you are.

- The fuck you say?
- All right, all right.

- It's the language barrier.
- It was English.

It was definitely English.

Thanks for the drip.

Yeah. Okay, we're
aggregating all the data.

There's over 100 hours of
video, 200 units of audio.

We're indexing all audio, video
and geo-located IP network data

to create a sight picture
and develop a target package.

Basically, you sifting through all this
shit to find the guilty motherfucker.

Bingo.

Hey, Dorn.

Can you safely get me into my
Ring app? I wanna see my family.

Yeah, we got our own VPN and
router. What's your username?

Marcus37.

And password?

Snickers89.

Almost home, baby.

Hey, let's get to work. We
got a lot to get through here.

So, what exactly
are we looking for?

We're looking for the guy
who ordered the hit on Cap.

Armando can ID him.

This fucking bastard
has been my white whale.

For the last nine years, I've been
trying to harpoon the son of a bitch.

But now it's up to you.

Ey-Ey-Ey. Do I walk into your house
and show you how to make cocaine?

Blow it up.

It's him.

You sure?

That's the guy that
ordered the hit.

Bam. Got a name.

James McGrath. Army Ranger
School, counterintelligence.

Deployed in Mexico until 2005.

Worked with the DEA,
Defense Attache's office.

Oh, shit.

He was taken hostage by
your friends, the cartel.

He gave up his entire
squad "under duress."

It's called torture, man.

He was the only survivor.

Cap had him the whole time.

He just didn't know it.

Hello.

Hey. It's me.

Damn it, Michael. Where are you?

Rita, we're coming in. We got proof
that Captain Howard is innocent.

What proof?

We got the guy that had
Captain Howard killed.

Armando ID'd him.

Same dude that attacked us on
the chopper. James McGrath.

Rita, we got ten
years' worth of files.

Cap was investigating these dudes.
We got 'em all. It's a whole network.

We'll surrender to you tomorrow.

Hey, look, we gotta go.

Michael, what...?

You okay?

Uh...

They're coming in.

What?

Michael says they have proof
that exonerates Howard...

explains everything.

Do you still love him?

What?

No.

But I believe him.

Just be careful, babe.

Still going to dinner?

Yeah.

They have the files.

We need to make this look like
cartel business. Spanish only.

Ammo's ready to go. Let's go.

We only need one hostage.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

You guys! We got a problem.

Miami Central, Miami
Central. 29 in progress.

Oh shit, that's my house.

Please advise, MOS residence.

Respond forthwith.

Fuck.

Fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, no.

Come on, Christine.

- Shit.
- Get a unit over to my house.

Come on, Reggie!
Pick up! Pick up.

Miami Central, we have
another 29 in progress.

Please send units to Detective
Lowrey's home address.

Enemy's down!

Reggie! You got incoming.

- Get the family to somewhere safe.
- What?

- Now!
- Yes, sir.

- What's happening?
- What's going on?

There's people comin' in the
house. I gotta keep y'all safe.

Please be careful!

- Okay, Reggie, what's happening? Okay.
- Trust me. I love you.

Fuck! Fuck!

Behind you, Reg!

Oh, damn!

- Who the fuck is this guy?!
- That's my boy! That's my boy!

Ooh.

Damn!

Come on, come on, come on.

Ooh!

No, no, no!

- Whoo!
- Holy shit!

Come on, come on!

Holy shit!

Oh! Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang,
motherfuckers.

Me snacks is your
snacks, Reggie.

All right, come on.

Mike, did you see that shit?

Pick up the phone.

Whoa, Mike! Mike! Mike!

One second.

Callie.

I saw it on TV. My mom
is after Uncle Mike.

There is no way that he did
everything that they're saying.

Sweetheart.

Everything is going to be okay.

Okay? Okay?

- Hello?
- It's me. Get out of the house.

- I've got Callie with me.
- Take her and go! Get out now!

Callie, get behind me.

Mike.

Christine!

Mr. Lowrey.

Who am I speaking to?

I think you know who
you're speaking to.

I need your boy...

and whatever evidence your beloved
captain had squirreled away.

And for that, you
can have your wife.

I'll call you back
with instructions.

Aw, shit.

Goddamn it.

I'll go.

Let my life be worth something.

Never.

Never.

Mike.

He knew.

What do you mean?

He knew we were comin' in.

He knew we had Captain
Howard's files.

He knew we had ID'd him.

How?

Only person you
spoke to was Rita.

It's not Rita.

Damn, she got bad taste in men.

Justice has been investigating

the corruption in the
Miami Police Department...

...with reports suggesting the
late Captain Conrad Howard...

Hello?

...was directing these elements
in coordination with the cartels.

Allegations against Howard, which
allude to include Lowrey and Burnett,

and the operation range from helping cartels
move the product into the state of Florida

as well as giving up key
witnesses, destruction of evidence,

and even the murder
of fellow officers.

- What's going on?
- I don't know.

There's been a breakthrough in the
case. I need to get down to the station.

I'm gonna head down there.

I'm coming with you.

Who are you texting?

Uh, just... Just gotta get
in touch with the office.

JTF.

Gotta let everybody know.

Hey. Honey. Come on.

Honey, what are you
doing? Stop that.

What are you doing? Stop it.

- Let go of me.
- What are you doing?

Give it back to
me. Give it back!

Fuck!

Hey, hey, come on.

You okay?

Look at the phone.

You know you done
fucked up, right?

You all right?

I'm sorry.

Ain't got nothing
to be sorry for.

We'll find her, boss.

I don't trust anybody that's not
standing right here, right now.

Every extra person
that we involve

increases the likelihood
that they know we're coming,

which increases the likelihood
that Christine and Callie

don't make it out of there.

That means no SWAT, no
marshals, no backup.

It's just us.

I never meant for
it to go this way.

How did you mean it to go?

After 9/11, nobody cared about
drugs coming into this country.

So to secure the borders we
started to work with the cartels.

And they kept us informed about any
terrorist activity coming our way.

And it worked. We haven't
had an attack since.

We were protecting this country.

You were killing cops and getting
rich putting drugs into this country.

- Rita.
- That's why you killed Howard.

He was onto you. You wanted
to cover your tracks.

No. That was McGrath.

He's out of control.

Rita. Just take a second.

I never meant for any
of this to go this way.

I guess I just need to
know if it was ever real.

It was always real.

I panicked. I lost control.

Did you love me?

Yes.

I swear.

Well, that means...

We good. We got it.

99% voice match.

...absolutely nothing to
me, you piece of shit.

Hey. It's me.

What the hell's going on?

You screwed up is
what's going on.

We've been compromised. I'll
explain when I get there.

We're moving the hostages.
Cuba. Long-term hold...

to keep Lowrey, Burnett and Aretas
quiet while we sort this out.

I'm bringing a seaplane.
I'll be there at first light.

All right, pack this place up.

All equipment and
personnel prepare to move.

We're moving the hostages
out of the country.

What happened to your hand?

They call that a
Colombian manicure.

What's so great about it

is it's the maximum
amount of pain,

but you don't die.

So now you've decided to be
the one holding the pliers.

Everybody breaks.

Everyone.

Your husband...

is gonna kneel down
in front of me...

and beg for your lives.

And then you're gonna
watch me kill him.

You don't know my husband.

Well, not officially, but...

I look forward to
seeing him again.

Bad boys Bad boys

Mmh-mmh.

Come on, Mike.

Bad boys, bad boys

Whatchu you gonna do

Yeah.

What you gonna do
When they come for you

That's enough,
dawg. That's enough.

Okay, well, we'll
circle back on that one.

All right. The plane is
ready. We roll in 20.

It's an abandoned amusement park.
There should be no civilians.

Plane is gonna land from
the south. On the one side.

Marcus and I will
be on the plane.

Armando's gonna make his way
in the water. The two side.

Kelly, Rita. This road is
one way in, one way out.

You're holding that road.

Dorn, you're gonna
control the air.

Drones in the air, jamming
is active, comms are secure.

As far as they know, Lockwood
is on his way with the plane

to move the hostages to Cuba.

The second they get close to the plane
with the hostages, it's quick kills.

Neutralize all threats.

These motherfuckers
killed a lot of good cops.

They have my wife,
they have Callie.

They attacked our families.

We not losing today.

Hey.

We get on the ground,
you even flinch,

you'll be dead in .24 seconds.

I concur.

I got one lookout on
the platform outside.

I got one sniper on the
roof of building two.

Tee those up.

Everybody keep moving.

- What are those?
- Gators.

I thought it was an
abandoned gator park.

Abandoned by humans.

It's actually an
old amusement park.

It sat on 10 acres, abandoned
in 2017 after Hurricane Irma.

Their main attraction was an
albino alligator named Duke...

...who was 16 feet
long, 900 pounds.

"And legend has it
he's still there."

Fuck that.

Armando's at his QTH.

Hostages are coming out now.

McGrath plus three.

Everybody stay calm.

Mike.

Mike, do you have the shot?

Negative. I do not have a
shot. I do not have a shot.

- Mike, he's right there.
- I don't have it. I don't have it.

They stopped. Why'd they stop?

Shit.

Let's go.

Armando, they're
closing in on you.

- Do they see him?
- I don't know.

Mike, now. Your chance is now.

They can see him.
They know we're here.

I don't have it. Negative.
Negative. Negative.

You gotta take the fuckin' shot.

Armando's burnt.

- Shit.
- Full green. Engage.

Kelly, get us there. Go, go, go!

Contact, west dock side.

Dorn! Take out that sniper!

Sending the drone.

Got him.

Not now, Mike!

Not now!

It's okay.

Not your fault.

Cut that bitch-ass
shit out, Mike.

I need Nasty Mike.

Nasty Mike!

Bad shit happens, but that
doesn't mean you're bad.

Do that donkey shit, a'ight?

That's what I'm talking about.

That shit right there.
That's that shit right there.

Bad boy. Bad boy. Bad
Boy Mike. All right?

You're the big bad wolf
in the neighborhood

Not bad meaning bad
but bad meaning good

- Dorn, take out the vehicles on the four side.
- Copy.

Go, go! Move it!

Sir! We're taking heavies. We lost
the trucks and three guys outside.

Goddamn it!

Set firing positions,
both sides. Let 'em in.

Go.

Marshal Howard, heat signature at the site
of the AMMO van is showing explosions.

ETA 15 minutes.

Dorn, we need cover and we
need eyes inside. Go, now.

Here comes the smoke.

I got your six.

Shoot those motherfuckers!

- Get those drones down now!
- Go!

Move, move, move!

Eyes up!

Oh, shit!

It's like redneck
Jurassic Park in here.

Let's get out of here, now.

Kelly, go.

Dorn, back up Kelly inside.
I'm going after Lockwood.

Babe, I'm comin'.

Armando, go for Callie!

Let go!

Mike!

Marcus!

Go!

I'm out!

Nice to meet you, Mr. Lowrey.

Grenade!

Oh sh...!

Holy shit!

Hang on!

Stop!

Christine!

Christine!

Shit.

Oh sh...!

- Mike, I got this!
- No. No, no!

Here I come, baby! Here I come!

No! No! No!

Marcus!

- What?
- Behind you.

Oh, shit.

I got this, Mike.

It's just Dukey, baby.

Marcus, my gun. I dropped my gun
in the water. It's by your foot.

I don't need no gun, Mike.

Begone, gator.

This is not your place, Duke.

I rebuke you!

See, Mike?

That's how you
command the universe.

- Where's the gun? Where's the gun?
- Oh, shit!

Go, go.

That motherfucker racist,
Mike. That motherfucker racist!

Mike sent me.

I need you to trust me.

Run.

Run!

Come on. Come on. Get up.

Stop!

Go! I'll slow you down.

Eyes on location.

Oh, shit.

You alive?

Shit.

Okay. Hey.

Rita, stop this. You
don't want to shoot me.

You're right.

- Ow! Ow!
- Come here. Okay. Okay. It's okay.

I fuckin' hate politicians.

- Let's move!
- Go, go!

Fan out. Take the
team upstairs.

No targets.

Go topside!

Okay. Okay, here.

- Put me down. It's okay.
- Okay.

- You okay?
- Yeah. Yeah.

Hey.

Thank you.

I've been here before.

Oh, shit.

How did you let him catch you?

He's sneaky as hell, Mike.

Your wife and I were
having a debate.

She seems to have an
inflated impression of you.

- Mike.
- Hey, bae.

Nevertheless, this is
the end of the road.

One of them is about to die.

You choose.

What you don't
know, Mr. McGrath...

is one of 'em can't die.

Who you talking 'bout?

A wise man told me I was gonna
have to make a hard choice.

You need to check with that motherfucker
before you out here choosing shit.

You have five
seconds, Mr. Lowrey.

We gonna need some
more time, sir.

Four... three...

Mike. Don't you do no dumb shit.

...two...

- Mike. Mike.
- Hey. Hey. I'm here.

Motherfucker done shot me.

Aw, damn.

- Here. Let me check it. Let me see.
- No, Mike. Your donkey ass shot me again.

- Let me look at it.
- Don't touch me with your donkey hooves, Mike.

Damn, man.

Listen. I had to
fucking take the shot.

No, Mike. No.

Marcus. Let me take a look.

You see that shit, Christine?

- I shot you in your vest. Stop bitchin'.
- It don't matter. Okay?

You see what you done devoted
your life to, Christine?

I've got eyes on
Aretas. Moving in.

Shit. That's Judy.

Armando, do you copy?

Armando, do you copy?

Oh, shit.

Mom. Mom, don't.

Get away from her.

- Mom.
- Now!

Mom, listen to me,
you don't understand.

Callie, I need you
to listen to me.

I want you to step slowly to
your right and walk towards me.

Mom. Mom, I'm fine, okay?

Callie, I need you to
move out of the way.

Mom.

Mom, don't shoot, don't
shoot! Mom, he saved me. Stop!

Judy! Judy!

Back off, Mike!
Put the gun down.

He saved my life.

Please, Mom.

Mom. Mom.

Are you hit? Are you hit?

I'm good.

You good?

You did good. You did good.

Howard. Where are you?

Howard. Do you copy?

Howard, what's your location?

Go.

Before I change my mind.

Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.

Hey. You good? You good?

Hey.

Take this.

Head south. Don't look back.

Hey.

I got it.

Be good.

It's not up to you, detective.

Come on, come on. We
got injured cops here.

I need you to bring
the writ to me now.

I know, I know, I know.

- How is he?
- You know, he'll pull through.

Ow!

Don't kiss him, Christine.

Mike, in our next life, you
coming back as a pair of my shoes.

And I ain't gonna wear no socks.

And I'mma step in
all kind of shit.

Miami DA and mayoral
candidate Adam Lockwood

and former Army
Ranger James McGrath

were killed this
morning in a firefight.

It is believed that Lockwood
and McGrath were the key links

between Miami law
enforcement and cartels.

The late Captain Howard
has been fully exonerated.

Co-conspirators are currently being
rounded up by the FBI and the Miami PD.

The search for convicted killer
Armando Aretas continues.

The fugitive remains at large.

Hey, hey, hey. My people.

- Where's Theresa?
- She's with Little Marcus by the swings.

Hey. I'm about you
hook you all up.

- I'm about you hook you up.
- Please. We're starving.

Watch this.

Partner.

What's all this?

Why you got on an apron?

Work on my grill skills.

No, Mike, you gotta
earn the grill.

This takes seasonings and temperatures.
You can't just be cooking on my grill.

Your grill? Joker,
this is a public park.

You don't own every
grill you see.

You know what, Mike? Why don't you go
make some potato salad and set the table?

Oh, you talking dirty.

Now, look. I don't... I don't
know what you got going on

with your barbeque dictatorship
in your mind, but I ain't the one.

I'm cooking on this grill
whether you like it or not.

- Hey, Mike...
- Excuse me, sirs.

What are you... What
you doin', Reggie?

Request permission
to cook my chicken.

Permission denied, Reggie.
Go ahead somewhere, man.

Take your smock off and
go play with the kids.

Listen, this is the man
area of the barbeque.

Look, you know what?

All due respect, we appreciate that
you did save people that we love.

- We appreciate that, right?
- Yeah, we appreciate that.

- We appreciate that from here, Reggie.
- Yeah.

- Now, back the fuck up.
- Yeah.

All right, look. I'm willing
to compromise with you.

You can work that half of the grill.
It's small. And I'll work this half.

Is he still standing there?

Yes, he is.

Huh, that's weird.

Yeah.

He think he hard now.

You need to let that motherfucker know he
ain't cooking no chicken out here today.

Mike. He killed 15
people at the house.

So, you not gonna
handle this shit?

Yeah, I'm gonna let that
motherfucker cook the chicken.

Yeah, there's something weird in his
eyes. So I'mma make the potato salad.

- I'mma set the table.
- Yeah.

Permission granted,
Reggie. There you go.

Come on. Bring your ass on.

It's too hot out
here for this shit.

Wish I had a horse. At least I
could ride that motherfucker.

All this free air out here, and
I still smell your stinkin' ass.

I curse you, donkey.

I curse you for all lifetimes.

Oh!

You mother...

Fuck you, Marcus.

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