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Oh, what's that?

What's what?

The box with the bow.

My daughter Sasha's turning 21 in two days.

Clem's brother's got a really good hookup resale

in Laughlin.

You got her a gun?

I just told you she's turning 21.

You got her a gun from a roach coach.

So Clem's one-stop shop for life shortening and shit?

Cheeseburgers, guns.

Does he deep fry bullets?

He might.

You can damn near deep fry anything these days.

I never got a gun when I turned 21.

I don't know what you talking about.

How much you spend on that Ruger, rookie?

Which is a single action weapon

from the ass end of the 1800s

and damn near useless in a 21st century gunfight.

It's not the brush.

It's the artist.

Fuck!

Units are clear for 10-11.

Possible ABW.

Code five at Indian Springs Casino.

Unit to clear?

- Shit. - Three over 20,

responding in route.

Goddamn it!

Can't even fucking eat in peace.

Can't even enjoy this meal!

Shit!

This is a fucking mess.

I'm gonna let you finish that heart attack

and I'm gonna go protect and serve.

Be Right there, rookie.

I protect and serve better on a full stomach.

Hey, break it up!

Break it up!

Break it up, hey, hey!

Break it up, break it up!

She's gonna drop that guy!

Hey, what kind of wedding is this?

Now which one of you wanna spend the night in county lockup?

That's what I thought.

Oh!

World star!

I did not mean to lean into that, lady, I'm really sorry.

- Hands in the air! - Get on the ground!

Which one of you are gonna arrest me?

- Let's go! - All right,

- somebody arrest me! - Down, down!

On the ground!

Get on the ground!

Will one of you people

please fucking arrest me...

Oh!

Woo!

You're under arrest.

Oh my God.

Kim!

Coming.

Well what do we have here?

Picked up a boy toy for you, Kim.

Aren't you just the sweetest thing

on God' green at 4 A.M.

Look at this pretty blue purse.

Get me cell.

The only cell you're getting is the one

you're spending the night in.

Lord, honey, what happened to your eye?

This charming man.

Hit a woman?

Teddy, you're bleeding.

A lot.

Whoa, what the hell is this?

Bullet by, he got shot.

Get him downstairs, get him stitched up.

Maybe the boredom will get him talking.

Damn, your momma didn't love you at all.

My God.

What the fuck?

I mean I know of.

I never watched, I never watched that.

Hey!

What the hell is going on?

Who's on intake?

Last week, you's bitching about not getting enough overtime

and now here you are jawing away

like a bunch of fucking old ladies!

Get back to work!

Sorry, Mitchell.

Sorry, Mitch, my ass.

Officer Huber!

Where the fuck are my evidence inventories?

The ones I've been asking for for two weeks.

I'm on it.

I'm on it.

I hate that fucking phrase.

I prefer get it fucking done!

Is there some kind of goddamn inside bet

to raise my damn blood pressure

every fucking second of every goddamn day?

Looks like a cop car.

Central to state, 10, Ottis, 10.

Shit load of bullets everywhere.

10, Ottis, 10.

Windows are busted.

10, Ottis, 10.

Kim, get the fuck out the damn bathroom!

Jesus Christ.

Got the bladder of a fucking toddler.

This is 50, over.

We have an 11-55 up Area Road.

Found a Crown Vic with a dash lamp.

I can't find it registered anywhere.

Vehicle's also shot up.

Copy, 10, Ottis, 10.

Clarify shot up, please.

- Do you mean bullets... - Hey, stop buddy!

- Stop! - Yeah.

Shoot, look out!

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

10, Ottis, 10, is everything okay?

Copy, 10, Ottis, 10.

This is 50, over.

Bad fucker.

What the fuck?

Stay down!

Stay the fuck down!

What the fuck is wrong with you?

He's drunk off his ass.

- 10, Ottis, 10. - Stand up!

Is everything okay?

Doing a little drinking tonight, asshole?

You've been doing a lot more than a little.

Damn.

10, Ottis, 10, is everything okay?

You almost killed a state trooper,

you dumb fuck!

Do you need assistance?

10, Ottis, 10.

- Get him in there. - Get in there.

This is 10, Ottis, 10.

Some goddamn drunk almost run us down just now.

Can we process him at your station?

Yeah, it's a slow night, bring him down.

All right, 50, we're at 10-80.

Give us 30 minutes.

All right now.

- Out. - You all right?

Fucking overtime, my ass.

You've got fragmentation here, Teddy.

Someone trying to kill you?

Is that why you were trying to get arrested tonight?

They got your ass ice cold, Teddy.

You assaulted an officer, that's aggravated battery.

That's mandatory 12 to 18 in county.

So I would take advantage of my minuscule

amount of sympathy for you getting shot

and talk.

You know, I had this boyfriend in high school.

Curtis Flores.

My father didn't care for him,

not that he liked any of my boyfriends,

but he always said about Curtis,

"Honey,"

"that boy is never more than a day ahead of the devil."

Curtis.

Curtis sounds like a gem.

Whatever happened to him?

He was stabbed and killed

in the parking lot of an Applebee's.

He let the day get past him.

And the devil was right there.

Hey, Sarge.

Hey.

We got an unmarked Crown Vic

full of bullet holes just found abandoned by state troopers.

That meaning anything to you, Teddy?

I want my phone call now.

Operator.

Name of the person you're trying to reach.

- Lorraine Faith. - Law enforcement officials...

- F-A-I-T-H. - Appear no closer

to solving the brutal murder

of Nevada Attorney General William Fenton,

who was found slain.

Some of the top police officers

and detectives on the case.

Please hold.

Can't release any names.

As you know, we're still gathering

as much information as possible,

but, rest assured, we will continue to work very hard

to find the people responsible.

Thank you.

Come on, fucking pick up.

- Hey, it's Lorraine. - Fuck!

I can't get to the phone right now.

Leave a message at the beep.

Hey, listen, it's me again.

I need you to get the fuck out of the house, okay?

Take Ryan and go somewhere, go anywhere.

Do you understand me?

I sent you the combination, check your texts.

Check your texts, nothing is safe, nothing is safe.

Time's up, Teddy.

Nothing.

Okay.

You can let go.

I didn't get to her.

Damn.

Let me just check my cell.

You know, how about you just give me

the code to your cell?

I'll check it for you.

Got something to hide?

Just let me check my phone.

Let me check my cell.

How's that gonna hurt you?

All right.

State law requires that we keep our intoxicated guests

in separate quarters.

So you got the place all to yourself.

Hands.

I didn't mean to hit you so hard.

Aw, aren't you sweet.

Get comfortable, Teddy.

You're gonna be here awhile.

Holy shit!

He smells like Satan's asshole.

- Am I home? - Yeah, this dip shit

nearly killed us.

Bounced his car off that abandoned Crown Vic

and put it in the ditch.

All right, well, I'll get you a lovely night stay in here

on a stainless steel cot

Any ID?

- None. - Driver's license,

social security?

What the hell is this?

All right, John Doe it is.

What the hell is this?

It's...

My insulin.

What is that?

Is he saying insulin?

I need a, I need a shot.

Talking about diabetes.

You're diabetic, aren't you?

Not every fat guy has diabetes.

Can I get a prisoner escort down to processing, please?

How is that workout coming along?

Oh yeah, I gave up on the workouts.

Make some life decisions, man.

Yeah, making the decision not to work out.

Yeah.

- I know. - Think he shit himself.

No, no, no, no.

We're not in there, we're not in there.

We're over here.

You guys stink of booze.

There you go.

- Yo, I got him. - Hold him, Ruby.

You okay?

You okay, big guy?

I'm okay.

All right.

The bunk is to your right.

Come on, stop.

Stop.

- He just ate the floor. - You see that shit?

Hey, it never happened.

You got any food?

I'm famished.

Just loaf.

What the hell is loaf?

If you're into dry dog shit, it's delicious.

This just ain't your night, Teddy.

What are you in for?

What are you in for?

I sucker punched a cop.

No, that's not what you're in for.

You're in for a lot more than that.

What'd you do?

Did what I had to do...

to get in here.

To get to you, Teddy.

Now, it's important you listen carefully.

- Don't have much time. - Hey!

- Hey! - Hey, Teddy.

Somebody!

- Hey! - Listen to me.

914 Glenview Crest, apartment number 16.

Who lives there?

A woman and a boy.

What in the fuck are you guys going on about?

Shut the fuck up!

I just want my food, man, I want my food.

You shouldn't eat loaf after midnight.

That shit will give you nightmares!

The big black kind.

Get me a hot dog.

Please.

Shut the fuck up!

You guys keep fucking with me,

I'm gonna bring the hose in on both of y'all bitch asses!

Sorry.

What do they want?

You know what they want.

Can we make a deal?

Listen, Teddy.

I don't want you to think that you can save yourself

because you obviously can.

But there are other considerations.

Like my ex, is that what you're talking about, my ex?

Like I give a shit.

The kid ain't even mine, man.

All right.

What guarantees you give me to spare her?

Huh?

Guarantees I'm gonna give, Teddy.

You know how this goes.

All right, it's up to you where I go next.

You can't do shit to me in here, pal.

You know what, actually, you can't do a fucking thing.

Okay.

What okay?

What's that?

What okay?

It is what it is, Teddy.

What do you mean, it is what it is?

My ex and my kid.

They alive?

Officer Huber!

You on a play date or something?

Where the fuck are my evidence inventories?

There he is.

Keeping you in the cage.

You finally getting those inventories straightened out?

I'm trying.

Fucking Mitchell wants everything letter perfect.

Yeah, it's a pain in my ass.

Yeah, I bet.

Are you good otherwise?

Otherwise, what?

I'm worried about you, man.

Grown-ass fucking men

don't worry about other grown-ass fucking men, Barnes.

I'm fine, I'm just...

I'm tired of Mitchell's bullshit.

Yeah, I feel you.

He wouldn't do it if he didn't love you.

Right.

Look,

you don't have to tell me but

if you ever need to talk, chat, shoot the shit,

- whatever. - I'm good, man,

but you don't have to worry about me.

Okay.

I'm good.

Law enforcement officials appear no closer

to solving the brutal murder

of Nevada Attorney General William Fenton

who was found slain.

We will continue to work both at the local and state level

to bring the person or persons responsible

for these senseless murders to justice.

Yeah, first 48, turn to 72, turn to 96.

It's embarrassing.

Makes only the Attorney General of Nevada.

This fucking guy, Murretto,

has been busted more times than I've made busts.

22 arrests and no charges.

How does that happen?

There it is.

What are you doing?

I'm working on my rodent roulette.

Rodent roulette.

Yeah, see, in Indiana we used a pistol on everything.

Squirrels, rabbits.

So my dad came up with this thing.

You take one round, drop it in the wheel, spin it.

It's gotta land on that cylinder.

Squirrel shooting.

And were you any good?

Did you get any squirrels?

I never did, my dad did.

Hmm.

So you were a failure in the eyes of your father?

That tracks.

That's cool.

See, you're all cocky now

because you got that fancy Blackhawk.

You didn't think I noticed that?

Oh, I'm surprised you noticed it

sitting all comfy, cozy on my hip.

I'll quick draw you for it.

My Redhawk

races your Blackhawk.

I got 30 seconds.

Don't let the Sarge see us dicking around okay?

Wanna do this?

- Oh yeah. - Today?

All right.

You ready, gunslinger?

It's your move, cowgirl.

- Ah! - Ah!

Officer down.

Officer down.

You know what, speed kills.

Oh, I can put my scrubby fingers on it?

Every time.

Get quicker, man.

Let Pop see me, he'd be disappointed.

I know who you are, pal.

I've heard all about you.

Legendary Bob Viddick.

Some chilling shit floating around about you.

Some poor bastard in Tampa.

You cut off his arm with a carving knife

and then you beat him to death with that same arm, right?

It was his leg.

I've heard about you too, Teddy.

Say you're very effective.

How you're not dead a dozen different ways by now

is a cross between a fluke and a fucking miracle.

More magic trick than anything, really.

Mind over matter.

I get people what they want.

And take more than you need.

Yeah.

Hey,

what do you say we cut all the bullshit?

You wanna live.

That'd be nice.

Right, and you still think that's possible

because you haven't been paying attention.

So you try to buy your way out.

Let's make a deal, man, I got a lot of money.

You mean the money you stole from them?

What we fail to understand, Teddy,

is it's not about the money anymore.

There's no play here, Teddy, no deal to be made.

It's a simple choice.

It's never simple.

Are you a fucking idiot?

It is that simple.

I'm running out of time, Teddy.

So they're running out of time.

Huber!

This is fucking bullshit!

Will somebody get fucking Huber up here, please?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Are you Huber?

You have an open door policy.

I also have a no pain in the ass policy,

but you don't seem to pay any attention to that.

22 arrests, zero convictions.

Who?

Our mystery man, Teddy Murretto.

Have we impounded that abandoned Crown Vic yet?

Yeah, I just sent Ruby and Barnes

out to meet the tow truck driver.

Did you read the state trooper's report?

Why in the hell would I read the state trooper's report

when I'm buried in evidence inventories

that don't make any goddamn sense?

Will somebody please get Huber up here now?

You know, you have a phone.

There was a cherry light and a siren mount on the dash.

Okay?

So here's my theory.

Teddy either stole that unmarked off a cop

or he's impersonating a cop.

He's a fucking total bullshitter.

Wait him out because we can hold him indefinitely.

Yeah.

Huber!

If you are within the sound of my goddamn voice,

get your big ass up here!

Don't make me come looking for you!

This motherfucker gonna make me come looking for him.

Hub!

Huber, you in here?

Shit.

Don't have time for this fucking shit.

Anybody have eyes on Huber?

Kim, you see him,

tell him to get his ass in my office right now!

Listen to me, this is harassment, okay?

I'm doing everything that I can.

I've probably gotten about

a key and a half out of evidence.

Do you have any fucking idea what that entails?

What could happen to me if I...

I know I owe you.

Yes.

What do I need to do?

Fucking.

Fuck Fireball, dude.

This fucking hangover's gonna be a motherfucking bitch

if I don't get some aspirin here too.

Aspirin is bad for your liver.

Cool dude, thanks.

You a fucking doctor?

Yup.

Got my degree from the University of Common Sense.

Huh?

Yeah, I didn't think you studied there.

Huh?

I'm getting a sinking suspicion that "huh"

is the word that best describes you.

I'm getting a fucking suspicion...

Fucking, fuck you, dude.

What do you got there?

Just a minute.

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

Are you fucking

setting an alarm to remind you to get your ass kicked?

I wouldn't poke the bear, pal.

Huh?

Oh, there it is again.

What?

Oh, that's good, change it up.

"Huh? What?"

Keep 'em guessing.

Dude.

Don't make me fuck you up in her, all right, man?

You look like a fucking stepdad.

I will slap the shit out of you.

You're looking at a real one, son.

I don't give a shit!

You feel me?

I felt that.

Hey!

Help!

Hey, somebody help!

Hey!

Help!

Hey!

- Help! - Hey!

Hey, help!

Hey, somebody!

He's having a seizer!

False alarm, guys.

I got something that caught fire

in one of these evidence bins.

And can someone please bring me

a fucking fire extinguisher up here?

We're on it.

Jesus Christ, that's loud.

What the fuck is happening?

Where you been, Huber?

Sarge looking for you.

His voice carries.

Hey, who's this?

That's the douche bag that clocked Young at the casino.

Is he still down in holding?

- Help! - Oh my God!

Somebody come and help this man!

He's gonna die!

Situation in holding!

Get your ass down to holding now!

He's gonna die!

He's gonna die!

He's foaming at the mouth.

- It's not a seizure! - It's like he's got rabies!

He did it!

He did it, he did it!

Oh my gosh!

Don't go in there!

He's not gonna make it, please help him!

What the fuck happened?

Watch your back!

Prisoner who doesn't appear to be breathing.

Hey, watch your back!

Oh no!

Oh, shit!

Shit!

We got shots fired, we got shots fired!

Help!

Help, he's trying to fucking kill me!

Somebody!

You seem to have sobered up.

I'm gonna need you to drop that gun

and lower yourself as flat as a board to the floor for me.

You're shaking.

Yeah, I'm nervous.

It's amazing I haven't blown your fucking head off.

You assaulted my sergeant and are attempting an escape.

There's not a jury in Nevada that will blah, blah, blah.

Drop

that

fucking gun!

Now!

All right.

What the hell happened?

We need an ambul in here now.

Check Sarge.

Was he shot?

No but he was attacked.

And get the other guy up to infirmary now.

He's having trouble breathing.

- Oh shit. - Laceration to the head.

Give me a right wrist.

Anything I can do to help, officer?

Yeah, shut the fuck up.

I'll be right here if you need anything.

Move!

What the fuck are you looking at him for?

Val, you good?

Yeah.

Cuff it right there, to your left.

Show me.

Wanna check 'em?

Sit down.

Sarge, sit up.

All right.

Look at me.

All right, I think you dislocated your jaw.

I'm gonna have to reset it.

I'm gonna stick my thumbs in your mouth.

One.

Two, three.

Okay.

Let's get up.

Let's get up.

All right, get to the infirmary.

- Get the goddamn door. - That's what I'm doing!

Here we go.

All right, all right.

This guy's been like fucking...

Get him up, up, up to there!

All right, Sarge, I got you.

Sit her.

- Kimble! - Huber!

What's with the

- fucking ambulance! - Help Sarge!

Give me a sec, I'm checking on it.

This guy's bleeding like a fucking geyser.

You're all right, Sarge.

I think his windpipe is crushed.

What do you mean it's crushed?

What're you doing?

I'm gonna have to open up his airway

so he can breathe.

No, let's wait on the ambul.

Wait on the ambulance?

Hey, buddy, buddy, it's gonna be all right.

Just calm down, just calm down.

It's okay.

Hey, let's just wait for the doctor.

All right, I did this in army medical before on a cadaver.

On a fucking cadaver?

Was it a cadaver before you started?

Are you fucking kidding me?

I'm nervous, I make bad jokes when I'm nervous.

Well refrain, all right, let me focus.

Wait, aren't you left-handed?

- Shut the fuck up! - Fuck yeah,

you're left-handed!

Fuck, just wait, are you sure?

Let's just wait on the ambulance.

Oh gosh.

Okay.

Oh.

All right.

Want me to steady that?

Yeah.

Oh, he's breathing.

Is he breathing?

Hey, we did...

We did it.

That's how you...

All right.

That was fucking badass.

Keep an eye on him.

That was fucking badass, seriously.

Hey.

This is Huber.

I was told to call you.

Yeah.

Yes.

Kim?

Fuck.

Ah-ooo-gah!

Jesus fuck, Kimble!

Don't do that.

Motherfucker, what are you in my biz for?

How long does it take for.

IAFIS to turn around prints, usually?

They don't prioritize DUIs.

What does that mean?

It's gonna take awhile.

What's got you so curious?

Curiosity.

Let's you and me talk, man to man.

Never more than a day ahead of the devil, huh?

Tell me, Teddy.

Tell you what?

Tell me why Mr. Meryl Streep, back there,

faked a DUI to get into this station

for a shot at killing you.

I don't know.

Why don't you ask him?

Bob Viddick.

Why are you trying to kill him?

What do you care?

You don't even like him.

Why is he trying to kill you, Teddy?

Okay.

Let's do this.

You can tell me everything,

and I mean every last fucking thing,

or option two, you can keep smart-assing me,

shrugging off my questions with

that stupid fucking look on your face,

and I'll put you and your pal in the same cell together.

You're not gonna do that.

Let's not be ridiculous.

Seriously.

You can't do it.

You're not allowed to do it, remember?

Stop fucking around.

I'm as far away from fucking around

as you can possibly get!

You still drunk?

Sober as a judge.

Hmm.

You gonna fuck with me?

Nope.

Not you.

Problem solved.

Look, this is way beyond anything you want

to get involved with, lady.

- You don't fucking understand. - No, you don't understand

how incredibly fucking bored I am.

Okay.

Fuck it.

You want to know?

I'll tell you.

All right, what I do, my profession.

I put people together,

high profile people, like-minded, shared interests.

Movers and shakers kind of shit.

Cops, politicians, entrepreneurs, heads of state.

I handled them all.

Call it high-end consultancy.

You're a fixer.

No, I hate that fucking term, I don't fix.

I manufacturing opportunities.

She doesn't have to get hurt, Teddy.

What he knows,

you don't need to know.

I'm all ears.

You read the papers?

That's mostly what I do here.

So you know about the Nevada attorney general

that was murdered last week, Fenton?

Bill, motion's done.

Now, the people I work for,

they got their hooks into everything.

Just need you to sign it so I can file.

And when I say everything in the state of Nevada,

I'm talking about

the gaming industry.

Oh my God!

That is the summit from which everything else flows forth.

Now my job is simple.

I keep them talking, I keep them happy.

This guy, Fenton, ah,

he was a crusader.

So you tried to buy him off.

Multiple times.

And he wasn't biting.

Not even a nibble.

But when they clipped Fenton, walls came crumbling down.

He recorded everything I said with him

and he used that as leverage to get me to roll.

Teddy, you're about to purger yourself

with people that will butcher your entire fucking bloodline!

If you don't come clean,

I can't help you.

The feds offered me a deal.

I took the deal.

What kind of deal?

Reciprocal.

I'm invisible, that's what I'm gonna...

Get people to turn.

What do you mean, what the fuck am I talking about?

I got the heat all over me.

High level people with their hands in the mix.

Listen to me, don't bust my balls on this, all right?

And then one night, I almost got accidented.

What does that mean?

They almost blew me the fuck up.

So I had to go underground.

Disappear.

Why don't you tell her about the money, Teddy?

I haven't heard you mention the money once.

What money?

Go on, Teddy, now that we're all sharing.

Tell her about the millions you siphoned off

and stashed away somewhere.

The feds knew about the money.

Bullshit.

It's not bullshit.

Lady, this guy will roll in your fucking guts

given the opportunity.

I'll take my chances.

Hard chargers get charged hard.

What does that mean?

You don't know?

It means, if you push too much

then you get pushed back hard.

But that doesn't sound as cool.

But it's meant to be helpful.

What the fuck do you think I said it for?

Okay, well, all right, thank you.

Thank you.

All right.

Take me through the last 24 hours.

The gunshot wound,

the Crown Vic,

et cetera.

All of it.

A pair of Vegas' finest drove me out of town to,

quote, "deliver me to the FBI," unquote.

It was bullshit.

These cops are bent.

I had a date with a hole in the desert.

Thank God the feds were shadowing me

or I'd been totally fucked.

FBI!

Hey! Hey!

Drop your weapons!

Goddamn it!

Oh, what the fuck?

Stop him!

Fuck!

Teddy Murretto does not die, motherfucker!

This is Young, down in holding.

Kim, you around?

Right here, sugar.

Are Barnes and Ruby still off site?

Uh.

They're on their way back with a tow truck.

All right, have the tow truck continue on here

but ask Barnes and Ruby if they can reroute

to the old Nomad Motel out on Route 95,

just north of Lee Canyon.

Possible crime scene, multiple shooting victims.

There hasn't been a call out.

I know, just have them radio once they're on scene.

It's gonna be all right, Sarge.

We're going to take care of everything.

How you feeling, Sarge?

All right.

He good?

Yeah, yeah, he's still breathing.

Is that ambulance coming from Reno?

They're fucking taking forever.

I'll ask Kimble to call them again.

Don't let him fall asleep.

I got him.

Six, Charles, 12, this is central.

It's Barnes.

Barnes, give me one second,

I got Young coming up right now.

Kim?

I got Barnes at the motel.

All right, I need you to find that ambul for me, please.

Got it.

Barnes.

Yeah, Young, what're we supposed to be seeing out here?

Any signs of a shootout?

Shell casings, blood spatter,

drag marks.

Need an update on ambulance, please.

No, nothing.

All right, thanks.

About 10 minutes on that ambulance.

Bad accident on the 15, southbound.

Backed up traffic.

Okay, can you do me a favor and run a name for me?

Bob, or Robert, Viddick.

Try spelling variations on that last name.

Who is he?

I think he might be our John Doe downstairs.

Have the scans sent back from my office?

No, not yet.

Huber already asked.

About what?

The prints, John Doe.

Why the fuck is Huber asking about that?

Can I ask you a personal question, Teddy?

I don't see why not.

You had it all.

They took good care of you, didn't they?

Money, women, whatever.

Why in the hell would you give that up?

You could've kept going.

You know, they would've never let you go down.

You'd never see the inside of a courtroom

or that cell.

You should've just kept going.

I don't do shoulda, woulda, coulda.

No, you just light your entire fucking life on fire,

run as fast as you can, hoping that'll put out the flames.

You know what you've never been?

Not once.

Tell me, Teddy.

You never been forced down a fucking rabbit hole,

making life and death decisions, Bob.

I do that every fucking day,

- Teddy. - No, you don't.

Those aren't decisions, those directives.

Kill this guy, kill that guy.

Wipe out that family, fucking vanish another one.

You're a psychopath, Bob, plain and simple.

I'm not a psychopath, Teddy.

I'm a professional.

And there's a difference?

You'll know it when you see it.

What about this other guy, Viddick?

I'm not familiar with him.

Probably a cut-out.

Notched.

Mob mostly contracts third party participants

for heavy lifting like this.

These are distinctly bad people, officer.

So the quicker we can get Murretto moved, the better.

We found the bodies of his ex-wife and son last night,

floating in a runoff slew near Lake Mead.

Shit.

Listen, Teddy Murretto has made more enemies

than I can count.

So,

what did he tell you about this little

daring escape he pulled off?

Said a pair of crooked cops

got ambushed by the feds and touched off a big gunfight.

Have you turned up anything on that?

No.

Not a thing.

Thank you.

That's it.

Yeah.

All right.

Yeah, we got a big fucking problem.

We got a cop in Gun Creek asking too many fucking questions.

My kid okay?

You get in contact with my ex?

I talked to a detective at Vegas PD

and they're gonna send a car and do a wellness check.

I'm sure everything's fine.

Let me check my cellphone.

You can't check

- your cellphone, Teddy. - Let me just check it.

- Let me check it. - I'm sorry.

She's got information from me

that could put her in danger, okay.

- When Vegas PD... - She's probably trying...

- Reaches back out... - Text me or call me,

- she doesn't know what to do. - I'll let you know.

I'll let you know.

Robert K. Viddick.

Known associates.

What do we have here?

Well don't these guys look like a bunch of fucking assholes.

Anthony Lamb.

What kind of jerk off name is that?

Manslaughter, assault with a deadly weapon, battery.

I have birthday balloon bouquet for.

Officer Huber.

You look just like this fucking ass bag down here.

Oh, come on, now.

You're kidding.

No, you gotta check this out.

- Look at this. - What?

You look just like him.

The resemblance is fucking uncanny.

Now what are the odds?

Oh!

Hold on there, buddy.

Hold steady now.

Oh, the boat's a rockin'.

Oh, I'd love to know what's going through your mind.

Sorry, guy, traffic was a bitch.

What do we got?

Thank God you're here, he took quite a spill.

He's right back here.

Holy shit.

Check vitals.

I got no pulse.

You say...

You say he fell?

Yeah.

Yeah, well, to clarify,

I shot him in the head and then he took a little tumble.

Woo.

Dang.

What?

Are you?

Is that your blood right on my head,

where I shot you on your head?

Imagine that.

Anthony J. Lamb,

you gotta buy yourself a lottery ticket today.

Oh, I hope they're power balling.

Kimble!

Where the fuck's that ambul, man?

Oh, shit.

What the fuck?

Hey, who the fuck are you?

Hey, hey, I'm calling for help, man!

Easy, easy, easy!

Goddamn!

What the fuck happened?

I'm just the balloon man, man.

I'm calling for help, buddy.

Goddamn, son.

Didn't you?

What is the first rule of policing, huh?

Beware the unusual element.

And in this scenario, I believe that it is me.

Officer, well, officer formerly known as...

Pena.

Pena.

Get down, motherfucker!

Flat as a board!

Get...

What the fuck was that?

I used to be a much better man.

What the fuck was that?

No shit now.

Hola!

Well, that fucking blew.

How bad is it?

You happen to hear all that gunfire?

Are you a fucking idiot, Teddy?

That question persists.

I ain't talking about the gunfire.

Fuck me.

Oh, fuck.

You gotta be fucking shitting me.

Guy was firing what looked like

a snug-barreled submachine gun.

Those use nine millimeter ammo.

This bullet in my stomach

is a 44 caliber...

rico.

What does that mean?

Ricochet.

It means she shot herself.

It means I fucking shot myself.

Yeah,

it's me.

Come let me out of the cell, okay?

You don't know what's going on up there

and you are wounded bad.

You're gonna bleed out.

Young, you know me.

This is Young.

I'm trapped down here in holding with two detainees

and I've been shot in the abdomen.

Pena and Kimble have been killed.

Be aware.

We have an armed assailant on site.

He is outside the cell block at present, over.

Damn.

Young, you don't have much time.

You're bleeding out.

Get me out of this cell, come on, I can help you.

You have no idea what's going on up there.

You ware wounded badly.

Get me the fuck out of here.

Ouch.

Damn.

Now that does appear to be bulletproof.

Goddamn!

Woo!

Anthony Lamb.

Is that big, bad Bob Viddick?

Sideshow Bob, what the fuck are you doing in there?

You know this whack job?

Yeah, he's...

Young miss law-and-order,

how about you open his door, we wrap this up real quick

and I get the hell out your hair toot sweet, huh?

Theodore Murretto.

I'll be a fucking monkey's uncle.

Look at you in there.

One of male grooming's greatest misfires,

the man bun.

You look like Tom Cruise in that Samurai picture

that nobody watched.

Goddamn.

Bob, what's happening in there?

Yeah, hey, Anthony?

You know what, Bob, I'm sorry,

I'm going by the more friendly and less formal, Tony,

these days, I know it's been a minute.

Hey, Anthony, I'm gonna need you

to clear off this contract.

Oh, no can do, Bob.

This contract is free fire,

as there are competing parties for on Theodore Murretto.

Hey, Anthony.

You know, I'm not responding to that name.

Anthony?

Yeah, I'm not responding to that fucking name, Bob.

You heard me!

Doesn't Joe Tatino in Chicago

have a $65,000 sticker on your head?

He does indeed, Bob.

And all he's gotten back are the heads of the assholes

he's sent to collect mine.

Clear off my contract now, Anthony,

or as God as my witness,

I'm gonna cut off your fucking head, put it in a bag

and drive it to Chicago, I shit you not!

Meow!

Is that the gauntlet you've thrown down there, Bob?

Are we gonna duel to the death?

Well if so,

I've foreseen some terrible things for you

in the not too distant future, Bob.

I drew you a dick.

It just got weird.

Well, it's gonna get weirder.

You like this action, Murretto?

Murretto?

I'm coming in there whether you like it or not.

Now you see the difference?

That is a psychopath.

10-13.

This is Officer Valerie Young.

I am gravely wounded in the subfloor detention block

at the Gun Creek City police headquarters.

Copy.

Can anyone hear me?

10-13.

Officer in dire medical need, over.

Fuck!

You're gonna run out of time yet, Young.

You're gonna die.

Teddy doesn't care if you live or die.

Right, and you do.

Don't listen to him.

Trust me.

I don't care what

- that fucking idiot says. - Let me help you.

- Don't fucking do it. - Both of you,

shut the fuck up!

God, shut up.

Fuck.

Valerie?

Valerie?

Are you there?

It's Huber.

Huber, you've got an armed man out there.

Watch your back.

I'm shot.

Both detainees are secure.

Suspect fled the scene.

It's over.

Passcode isn't working.

Did you change it?

Yeah.

Well, tell me what it is

so I can get in there and help you.

Where's Mitchell?

They're all dead, Valerie.

I'm sorry.

Son of a bitch murdered every last man.

Where are you shot?

Didn't you hear my call out earlier?

No, I wasn't near my radio.

Valerie!

Huber.

Why were you interested in those IAFIS scans?

What's that?

Kimble said you asked about the IAFIS scans for our DUI.

You know, I...

I just had a really bad feeling about that guy.

Which guy?

Viddick.

The DUI.

He was processed as John Doe.

Where'd you get the name Viddick?

Where's the man who killed your fellow officers, Huber?

Is he whispering in your ear?

He don't care about us.

All we have to do is stand down and give him Murretto.

We've already lost three cops.

I can't even think about losing another one, okay?

You're a piece of shit, Huber, and a horrible cop.

I never liked you and Sarge couldn't stand you.

Well, you know what, Valerie?

Sarge doesn't have to worry about me anymore

and you're not gonna have to worry either,

if you keep up this Alamo bullshit!

You already got a bullet in your belly, hun.

You want another one in your brain?

I'd like you to try, motherfucker.

I'd like you to get on in here and get that bullet there.

You wanna do that for me?

Oh yeah, we are.

We're gonna come in there, you stupid fucking bitch!

You hear me?

We're getting in there!

And Teddy's dead.

♪ That's what I said

♪ Oh

♪ Let the man rap a plan said he'd see him home ♪

♪ But his hope was a rope and he should've known ♪

♪ I'm about to make you him

♪ Ripped him up and abuse him

♪ Another flunky's paying

♪ You fucked with the wrong man ♪

♪ Oh, a terrible blow but that's how it go ♪

♪ Teddy on the corner now

♪ And it gonna be a flunky while ♪

♪ Remember Teddy dead

♪ Oh

♪ That's what I said

Actually, he's got a pretty nice voice.

This is it.

Can't we access it through these ducts?

It's 12 inches in diameter.

It's way too narrow.

How about we break down that door?

Nah.

This thing's like the side of a fucking tank.

It's an armory style door.

Never get in.

That's why I think,

we bust in through this wall.

Come in through the locker room.

This is Murretto's cell, right here.

I mean, it's a thick son of a bitch.

Probably a foot of solid concrete.

Well,

let's bang some rock.

What do you think they're doing out there?

Finding a way in.

When they do get in,

they'll kill you first.

I would tell you to barter with them,

but Lamb will just lie, then strip the skin off your bones

once you give him what he wants.

All you had to do

was just let me blow Murretto's head off

when I had the chance.

Then you wouldn't be sitting there

with a bullet in your side, praying for a fucking miracle.

Bullets before prayers.

Is that a poem?

Bullets before prayers.

My great-grandfather had that scrawled

on his Stahlhelm helmet in World War II.

Stahlhelm?

Isn't that a German army helmet?

Your great-grandfather was a Nazi?

But you're...

Black?

Black.

Nazis were in North Africa in the 1940s.

Just a little trivia to take from this circumstance.

Like most Germans, at the time he had to fight,

they were being overrun, he didn't have a choice.

Yeah, deja vu.

Wait, what?

Deja vu.

That's not deja vu, dummy.

Yes it is.

No, it's not.

Deja vu is when you experience

the exact same thing a second time.

Or the sensation that you have.

Why you taking his side?

How the fuck am I taking his side?

You said that your great-grandfather had a fight,

that he was overrun and he had no choice.

Like me, sitting right here.

Deja vu.

Okay, whatever.

You win.

Anybody else feel cold?

Hey, look at me!

Young, don't close your eyes.

Throw me the keys.

Throw me the keys.

You're better off bleeding to death, sitting there.

Do not give him the keys!

You gonna listen to that contract killer

or are you gonna listen to me?

Are you fucking kidding?

He's a mob flunky conman.

Who would you rather have fighting

for your life right now, Val?

Not you.

Never you.

Why, because I'm the bad guy?

Shit.

Here they come.

Hey, asshole!

You gonna help me

or you just gonna sit there eating that shit?

We's got but the one hammer there, hoss.

Yeah, I get that.

But I thought that maybe we could switch, you know?

Trade off.

Oh, come on, man, I already killed four people tonight.

Including two of your coworkers.

I am bushed.

I killed my fucking sergeant tonight.

And an innocent civilian.

Yeah, well.

You in the cop business.

So that makes you a murderer.

But I'm in the murder business,

so that just makes me a laborer.

You see how that works?

You're fucking crazy.

And also, on top of it, not to beat a dead horse,

but you could use some physical activity.

Oh, motherfucker.

Come on, man, I kinda mean your wife likes you

sliding all up on top of her,

looking like a big old Hot Pocket with a hard-on.

I mean, look, don't you wanna look like that one time?

Fucking Chris Hemsworth enjoys a beach day

with his wife, Elsa Pataky.

Just one time in your life, don't you wanna look like Thor?

Of course you do.

It's only gonna happen with hard work

and a swinging of the mighty hammer.

So carry on, my Norseman.

Come on, Thor!

I think we're out of prayers, Young.

I don't want to see you bleed out

and I don't want to see anybody

take the skin off your bones.

I just wanna get the fuck out of here.

Young, you wanna see your way through this?

Don't listen to him.

Throw me the fucking keys.

Think he's gonna make it through these guys,

and if he does, you think you're gonna see him again?

Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me.

All that blood loss has made you loopy, lady.

I don't wanna die in here if I can help it.

And I'm trusting you, Teddy.

Do as you say and help me and not run from this.

All Teddy does is run!

He was running from me, he ran to you.

How do you think he got in here?

He sucker punched a cop, you!

I got that last week.

Fuck.

I want it back.

Oh, you just fucked us both.

In the kitchen, next to the intake lobby,

there's a trauma kit above the fridge.

He's a fucking opportunist, that's all he is.

Please bring that back here.

I won't make it otherwise, Teddy.

Ask Officer Young where your ex wife and son are, Teddy.

You said you sent out a unit to check on them.

Did that unit ever arrive, Officer Young?

Are Teddy's family all wrapped away, safe and sound?

Young,

where are they?

I'm sorry, Teddy.

What?

I'm sorry.

Did you know my family was dead, Viddick?

You couldn't have saved them anyway, Teddy.

You doomed them a long time ago.

Did you kill my family, Bob?

I didn't.

Lamb have something to do it with it?

I can't be sure.

Best guess.

Where were they found?

In a runoff slew near Lake Mead.

Yeah, it was him.

On top of the car there was a butt naked tranny

with a mask on.

Dude, you can't say tranny.

You have to say transvestite.

That's what you call them?

Now you have to say transvestite.

- It's just like... - Hey, fuck that.

Hey, where the fuck is everybody?

They still doing construction this late?

They shouldn't be.

What the fuck is this?

What the fuck happened here?

Come on, man.

This fucking thing's taking forever.

Huber, what the fuck?

Hey, guys.

You're back.

Where, why are you back?

We ran out to a scene for Val.

What the fuck are you doing?

And who is this?

Why is he...

No, no, no, wait, hold on.

No, no, Huber.

Huber, I don't know nothing, I didn't see nothing.

Hey man, I got kids.

He's not gonna say anything.

Tell him you're not gonna say anything.

I swear to fucking Christ, I'm not gonna say...

Are you sure?

You can trust him, he's my friend.

Oh, you all friends.

Yeah.

Then you shoot him.

All friendly like.

What?

I can't, not Barnes.

You shot your sergeant.

This man means something to me.

I'm gonna walk over there

and empty the contents of this weapon

- into his face. - No, oh God.

So if you plan to be more humane,

now is the fucking time!

No, Huber, Huber, come on, man.

He shot Ruby.

I'm sorry, Barnes.

Look at me, dude.

- Look at me. - You were right.

Look at me.

You know my kids, man, I promised them I'd be home.

I know, just a second.

Just close your eyes, all right?

Please tell me your grand plan was not

freeing that fucking idiot and putting a gun in his hand.

What choice did I have?

Freeing and arming me.

You're a hired killer.

I wish you knew what I knew about him.

And you were so hellbent on saving the day

that you wound up shooting yourself.

I don't wanna live in a world

where people like you win, Viddick.

Right.

You'll just safeguard a lying asshole

and give your life to protect his.

Should I live like you, Bob?

It's honest.

It's lawless.

And I won't stand for it.

No, you'll just sit there and bleed out instead.

Come on.

Give me the keys.

Give me the keys, Valerie.

No.

And don't call me Valerie, it's creepy.

What the fuck?

How'd you do that, Bob?

Let's put a pin in that right now, Val.

I just wanted to see how

our little friendship would play out.

Now pretty soon you're gonna lose consciousness.

You're gonna fall asleep and you're not gonna wake up.

Then will you listen to my dying wish before I do?

You have someone you love.

Don't we all?

No, we don't but you do.

No, that's your left hand, your gun hand.

Not gonna wear a ring there.

You're married.

You wanna see him again?

Teddy's not coming back, you can trust me on that.

You said you wanted to take your chances.

Here they are.

You either sit there and bleed out

or give me the goddamn keys.

♪ Oh, Teddy's dead

♪ Motherfucker

♪ Oh

♪ That's what I said

♪ Motherfucking Teddy's dead

♪ Oh

Teddy!

You shot me!

Teddy, you could've stopped this whole goddamn mess, man,

and saved your family too.

Because all they wanted was those names.

Well, and all the money you stole.

You thieving little motherfucker.

Oh!

You're shooting at shadows, Mr. Teddy.

Yeah, you better conserve that ammo.

♪ You's gonna need it

♪ Oh, and you won't need gunfire ♪

♪ Remember, Teddy's dead

What?

Officer Huber.

Listen, I...

Oh, no, no.

No!

Oh!

No!

I sedated them, Teddy.

They were sound asleep when I put the Ziplocs over them.

It didn't take but two minutes.

I didn't want them to suffer.

I didn't fuck up, Teddy.

You did.

You the fuck up of the family.

And then I laid them in the water.

We all deserve the water in the end,

no matter what we done.

You're fucking Huber.

What?

No.

No.

Do it!

Anthony.

Oh.

All right, now it hurts.

Think I'm gonna need something

just a little bit bigger, Anthony,

to cut off your head.

That's the reaction.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Fuck you!

Parlay.

What?

Pirate code.

A temporary ceasefire to achieve a common end.

As in, this ends.

Our little lost Lamb isn't dead just yet.

So I'm gonna let you send him off.

Revenge for your family.

And then you and I are going to resume...

Oh, man!

This motherfucker.

That hurts.

Hey,

Teddy.

The water.

The water.

Not bad, is it?

That's jackfruit.

It's not chicken.

I mix some garlic and cilantro with store-bought coleslaw.

That's the secret.

Val.

Teddy.

You never came back.

I was coming back, Val.

I was grabbing this kit, right here, and I was coming back.

Oh, so you were gonna bring it after you ate,

but before you lit this place on fire?

And where's my gun?

Am I gonna get that back?

That's okay.

I got my friend's gun.

My dead friend.

I heard that machine gun of yours

making quite the statement.

So, have you seen Huber?

Lamb?

Viddick?

There it is.

My own bullet that I put in my stomach protecting you.

Viddick was right about you.

But...

we are what we are.

Always.

You seem to always have so much to say.

Nothing new now?

I'm just wondering where all this is going.

Yeah.

Me too.

I guess we'll find out soon.

I radioed in a code three, also known as a hot call, so,

we're 10 minutes away from our parking lot

being flooded with every available law enforcement officer

within a 20 mile radius.

And I just took an adrenaline shot.

So I'm feeling a little rambunctious.

Shame.

You could run.

So you could shoot me in the back?

You've already stabbed me in mind.

I think we should get you back to your cell now, Teddy.

Unless you had something else in mind.

Thank you, Sarge.

Thanks, Pena.

Never more than a day ahead of the devil, Teddy.

Or maybe I'm your devil now.

And this is our day.

Can't run from this.

Hell's already here.

You know, Val,

I'm just sitting here wondering

where things went wrong between us.

We were off to such a good start.

Val, Val, Val, wait, wait, wait!

Give me 10 seconds.

Give me 10 seconds of your time.

Just give me 10 seconds!

I'm sorry, officer.

Oh.

Good for you.

You beat me, Bob.

What's in the bag, Bob?

Go home, Val.

She with you?

Shier?

What does it matter?

You made it.

Let this go, Val.

Just let it go.

Yeah,

there you go.

Come on.

Valerie?

Forget it.

Hey, it's Viddick.

All good.

Murretto's burned.

Yeah, shit.

Easy breezy.

Oh, by the way,

You wanna call that Joe Tatino in Chicago?

Tell him I'm bringing him a beautiful piece of lamb.

All units be advised.

We have an unidentified.

White male suspect

in a stolen police cruiser.

Last seen exiting...

- What was that, officer? - Gun Creek police station.

Heading southbound on I-15.

I'm gonna need you to pull this fucking ambulance over.

Right now.

All units be advised.

We're BOLO, BOLO on a white male suspect

identified as Robert K. Viddick.

Robert K. Viddick last seen exiting

the Gun Creek police station.

He's in possession of a stolen, unmarked police car.

Text babe.

Hey, baby, I'm putting in a couple hours overtime.

See you later, love you.

♪ Hey, hey

♪ Love, love

♪ Yeah, yeah

♪ Ah, ah

Oh, deja vu.

Deja vu.

♪ Teddy's dead

♪ That's what I said

♪ Let the man rap a plan said he'd see him home ♪

♪ But his hope was a rope and he should've known ♪

♪ It's hard to understand

♪ There was love in this man

♪ I'm sure all would agree

♪ That his misery was his woman and things ♪

♪ Now Freddy's dead

♪ That's what I said

♪ Everybody's misused him

♪ Ripped him up and abused him

♪ Another junkie plan

♪ Pushin' dope for the man

♪ A terrible blow but that's how it goes ♪

♪ A Freddy's on the corner now

♪ If you wanna be a junkie, wow ♪

♪ Remember Freddy's dead

♪ Ah, ha

♪ Oh, oh

♪ Hey, hey

♪ Love, love

♪ Hey, hey