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You can see the temperatures

are chilly this morning, a lot of 20's...

Hey, you!

Of course I'm gonna be there.

Have I ever missed one before?

Well, if I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise,

now would it? Hey, Sam, ask your mother

if she needs me to bring anything

wine, beer, whatever.

Yeah, just... make sure she knows I asked.

A hint?

You want a hint?

All right, here's a hint.

You ready?

It has a neck, but no arms or legs.

Yeah, I got you a snake. Highly venomous, too.

You crazy?

Look, you're gonna be happy, I promise.

You're gonna need to slow down, Shaw.

You're gonna get us in trouble again.

You got Barnett, right?

Didn't even need a warrant for him.

He's off the streets.

Yeah, he is, but so were we, almost.

For doing our job. Fuck IA.

Hey, a job I can't afford to lose

'cause you wanna go play fucking cowboy again.

Think it's up there.

I got the boat to pay off. Yeah.

I got the twins in BU this fall.

You got any idea how much that cost?

No, I do. I know. I hear you.

Do you? Yeah.

I don't know that you do. No, I do. I just...

I hope Dent's still there, that's all.

He'll be here. Christ!

Didn't the foreman just tell us that?

Stop being Super Cop. Super Cop?

Fuck me, 58 grand.

That's just for tuition. What? They don't have, like,

- a two-for-one deal or something? - That's funny.

Just send them to the academy.

It's like three grand, total.

So, they can have a glorious career,

chasing down the bad guys,

while serving a community that hates their guts?

Yeah, don't forget that gold watch.

Forgot about the gold watch.

Hey, if you need help, dude, you know I got your back.

You're drowning in alimony, pal. What are you gonna do,

sell your precious record collection?

Fuck you. I'm serious, though, you know?

I know you are.

Thanks, but we're good.

Foreman didn't say anything about him being on a break.

Could've taken him alone at his spot,

if that fucking warrant came in sooner.

Should have brought back-up.

Let's, uh... let's just take it easy.

Jimmy!

There he is.

Hey, I'm Frank Shaw. This is Dougie Slater.

We're from Homicide. How are you?

You mind taking a break from that ham sandwich

and stepping over here for a sec?

Sorry to interrupt your break, fellas.

This will just take a minute.

I'm eating my lunch.

Come on Jimmy, jump to it. Let's go. Step over here.

Weapon!

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Get back! Move. Whoa! Whoa! Hey, hey, hey!

I said put the gun down and get the fuck back!

Glock 42, six rounds.

Just take a breath! Shut up! Put it down!

Just do it, Frank, put it down. I said put the gun down!

- Put it down. - Get the fuck back!

Let me take the shot.

- Frank... - Fuck you, pig!

Watch out!

- Frank! - Move!

Frank!

That's four, Jimmy!

Fuck. That'd be five.

Hey, Jimmy!

Nice shooting, Jimmy.

But you're out, so get on your fucking knees.

Frank!

Frank!

Hey, you!

Sam... What are you doing?

Hey, listen, you don't need to...

Okay, all right, I'm reading. Yeah.

"Eat my...

shorts." Oh, okay.

Ha-ha, Dad, very funny.

- I asked if you were... - Yeah, I know,

coming to the recital. Yeah, I got it, I got it.

I got one for you. You ready? Okay.

"Please, bear with me."

"I'm an old dog learning new tricks."

That was good, Dad.

Yeah, you like that? I learned that one just for you.

I'm happy you're practicing. It's good. You need to.

So?

You are coming, right? Next Friday.

Come on, Dad. You never missed one before.

So, Sam...

You don't need to sit with Mom.

Um... It's fine. I don't care anymore.

- I'm so over that. - No, no. It's... it's...

it's not about that. You know, I'm not...

I'm not good in... in crowds, and, uh...

I just don't know how much

I'd be able to really appreciate...

The school can arrange for a hearing assistant,

it's not a problem.

I... I'm not...

- I would not want that. - Dad!

This is important to me. You gave me that guitar.

I want you to see how good I am.

Fuck!

Wait, wait, wait. I...

I... I can't hear you. Um.

There was a Wi-Fi connector loose

in this one. I fixed it.

I knew something was wrong.

Yeah, but it's not just the hearing aids, Frank.

The damage to your cochlea, it's becoming more progressive.

Back in July, you got 50 percent,

and now you're down to 30 percent.

- Thirty? - It's been, what?

Ten months since your accident?

Eleven. Eleven.

Well, in another eleven, I can't say with any certainty

how much ability you'll have left.

Very good.

I have a very...

insistent daughter.

You should listen to her. She's smart.

I don't see much point myself.

Look, this isn't the first time I'm saying this,

but... because of the nature of your injury,

implants may not be an option.

And more exposure to loud noises

could lead to even further damage.

You need to start preparing yourself

for the possibility of a more profound loss in the future.

Yeah. I hear you.

"Hear you." Means I'm not deaf.

All right, thank you.

Frank!

Frank!

Hey, good to see you back, my man. Hey, hey, hey.

Been too long. Yeah.

What do we got?

Uh, two mid-level dealers, uh...

Hey. You don't need to shout, all right?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Okay, we got two mid-level dealers, late twenties,

single shots to the head, execution style.

Probably a hit.

This guy stumbled upon 'em about an hour ago,

but the medical examiner thinks that the hit happened

sometime last night.

Excuse me, sir. I got this.

Sure.

Frank Shaw. Homicide. How you doing?

Okay. Good. Can you tell me what happened here?

I was going, looking for a place to sleep...

and I... I came across this guy.

Uh, sorry, sir, can you, um, speak up a little bit?

They were in my spot, these guys were...

I... What?

They're there, they shouldn't be there.

This isn't... It's my spot. That's where I have to be.

Frank! Frank?

You okay, buddy?

Hey.

Hey.

This your new office?

How did you find me?

Well, I'm a detective.

What?

I'm a detective. I detect. Can I get a beer?

So, how's the new beat with the narc squad?

I don't know. Uh...

Less bodies, more drugs.

Can't complain.

Kind of miss the view from the sixth floor, though.

Come on up anytime.

Or you could come down.

It's on the house, Detective.

How you doing?

Wonderful.

Come on, Frank, there's plenty of handicapped off... Uh,

disabled off...

I don't know. What the fuck do you call... Deaf.

Doug, deaf is good.

You know what I'm trying to say.

There's plenty of them on the force.

Yeah.

Hell, even like this,

you're better than half the assholes out there.

Just half?

Why? What are you gonna do? You going to walk away?

Shit, are you?

The gold watch? Fuck that, that's not you.

You'd go crazy. Police is in your blood.

Fuck am I going to do?

Fucking useless.

Might have a lead on those Hyde Park hits.

A witness. Yeah?

What'd they see?

We don't know yet.

She's deaf.

Official interpreter's off duty till next week.

So, that's why you're here?

I'm not a fucking interpreter, Doug.

Brass says it can't wait. It'll only take half an hour.

And look, this isn't me just looking for help on a case.

This is a way for us to get you back out there,

get you back on your feet, you know,

so you get your feet wet again.

I don't want your pity.

I ain't giving you any.

You help me, I help you. That's what partners do.

We were partners once, right?

I don't know, maybe I miss that.

Maybe I miss you.

I don't even have my weapon. I'm off-duty.

My signing's a shit show.

It's better than mine.

Fuck.

All right, you got me.

So, what's... what's the deal?

Okay.

Ava Fremont,

Thirty-three years old.

She was in the alley that night.

Apparently, she witnessed the hit.

Called it in via the 911 relay this morning.

- This morning? - Yeah.

But the hit was on Wednesday night.

Why'd she wait this long?

Well, that's what we're going there to find out, partner.

Jesus Christ, she's lucky she's deaf.

Yeah.

Doesn't have to listen to that noise all day long.

What a fucking racket.

This new clown they've saddled me with,

she's a fucking millennial.

Can't stay off her phone.

Her?

That's the only upside.

Hey! Hold the elevator!

Jesus.

- Fucking asshole! - That's cute.

It's a fucking death trap.

How do you say "cute ass"?

Come on, man, relax.

I'm not an interpreter.

Just do your best.

You've been back in the field, what? A month?

Fucking liability out here, D.

Give it time.

Didn't you always say half of what we do

is like a sixth sense thing, anyhow?

Like intuition?

You got this.

Uh. Apartment 10G.

Hi. Uh.

And, uh, this is Detective...

Uh. Yeah. Yeah.

So, uh, we, um, uh, need to take your...

No, wait. This is the...

Sorry. Slower. I don't understand.

Bullshit? Uh, no, ma'am.

Uh, he had an accident about a year ago.

The official interpreter's not available.

Hey. Uh.

Thank you, ma'am.

So, it, uh... it looks like you're moving out.

Sorry. Uh.

I got, uh, "fucking," that's it.

Uh. Everyone got evicted.

Oh. Sorry.

So, Ms. Fremont?

Um, Hyde Park?

Do you... do you read lips?

Does she... does she read lips?

Yeah, I got it.

Okay, so, what did you see?

She was out, taking photos Wednesday night.

She saw

a... a fight, an argument.

And she filmed it.

Okay.

- Just a little more time. - A little more time?

That's it.

- Can we talk about this? - All right.

Just need a little more time, man.

Let's give him some more time.

Now, can we get the fuck out of here?

You often out this late at night, taking photos?

It was a full moon. It's... pretty.

Hm.

Uh. Ever seen these guys?

No.

Do you know any of these people?

No.

Uh, we, uh, need to...

take your statement.

Sorry. Uh. Again.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Now, we're going to need to take your phone.

D, she can't see your fucking face.

Oh, yeah. Sorry.

Uh, Ms. Fremont, we'll need to take your phone

because that video file is evidence,

but you'll get the phone back.

It's evidence, but we'll get it back to you.

Now, I'm going to write down

everything you've told us here today,

and then you can read through it and tell me

whether it's exactly as you've described. Okay?

Okay.

Oh.

Uh. I like them.

It's... Dark.

Yep.

Yeah.

I told you, you were great.

While you were pissing, I had the boys run her file.

She's got a record.

A couple of minors for possession, stints in rehab.

Found a Naloxone kit in her bathroom.

No shit. Yeah.

So, she was not out taking pretty photos that night.

Not in this neighborhood.

No, sir.

This place must have been nice once.

I wonder what these units will go for.

When I hear about those perps, I'll hit you up, okay?

Yeah. Teamwork.

I missed this. Say again?

You did good.

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

Wait right there.

- 'Sup. - What's up, man?

I do not want to hurt you.

You understand?

What is this? Fucking Charades?

She saw us do it.

- Let's just... - Angel,

shut up. All right? Be cool.

Can't you see the lady is disabled?

Give her a chance.

Fuck.

Oh, no, no, it's okay.

We know that. It's okay. Just calm down.

I just have a couple of questions for you.

One...

Any copies of the video?

Any copies?

No. No? No copies?

Okay. Okay. Okay. Just one last question.

Did anyone else see the video?

No.

No?

Okay, okay, okay.

I believe...

Come on, let's go.

Get on there!

- Lie down! - No!

Leave me!

No! Please! No!

- Stop moving! - No!

Please! Stop!

- Hold her down! - Do it!

I really am sorry about this.

It'd be so much better for you...

No! Please!

If you were blind.

What the fuck?

Get back! All right! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Get the fuck back. Gun on the floor.

All right! All right! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa! Jesus! Fuck! Hey! Hey!

- All right! - Put the fucking gun down.

I'm putting it down. Okay?

Back up. See? It's down.

Come here.

Look, this ain't your business. Get behind me.

Hey. Put the fucking gun down!

Whoa! Whoa!

Fuck me! Hold on.

Get down! Get down!

Fuck!

Mason! Mason! I'm hit.

Come on!

Go, go, go, go!

Where's the fucking gun? Where is the gun?!

Simms! Simms, get in here! Shit!

Who the fuck was that?

South side! Take the stairs! Go down, now!

Sal! East side fire escape!

Copy that. I'm on it.

Got two of 'em coming down to you!

Come on, come on, come on.

Sal, we're coming down! Fire escape, east side!

I got 'em.

Fuck!

Do not shoot.

You understand me? Do not shoot.

Shit.

They're on six! They're on six! Go to six!

- No, no, no, no! Come on! - No!

Come on, we gotta go!

Shit.

All right, Sal, get back to the lobby.

- The lobby? - Yeah.

Cover the elevator at the bottom of the stairs.

They ain't on the stairs. Shit.

I didn't see 'em.

All right, listen.

They didn't have time to make it to the lobby,

so they're still in this building.

There's so many goddamn places to hide in here.

Look, they're in the building.

I'm just saying, if that dude has a phone,

then we are fucked.

We might need more guys.

Okay.

Just take that elevator down to the lobby, all right?

Go help Sal keep watch or something.

All right. Go!

All right.

Hey, Angel, I'm on my way up to you.

Hey, hey. Shh.

Hey. Hey. Hey.

Okay?

I don't give a shit. I need both of you now.

Yeah. Call me as soon as you get here.

Fuckers.

How you hanging in there, brother?

I need a hospital, Mase.

Come on now, you know that can't happen.

- Yeah, I need the medic. - You believe this shit?

Both stairwells, fire escapes, and a fucking elevator.

How are we supposed to cover all that?

Sal's got a plan.

Come check it out. Look.

They got every exit point.

The elevator, what floor it's on,

everything except the fire escape.

Okay, nice.

Look, I'll stay here and hold point.

- No, no, no. - Take the fire escapes outside.

- Fuck off, dickhead. - The fuck?

It's my plan.

You fucking go.

Greaseball fuck.

Don't let 'em hear you coming.

Hey!

What?

They have to have someone that's working for them

on the inside.

Yeah.

Did you report it...

You called it in this morning, right?

Yeah, they have someone there,

a fucking mole.

Probably in dispatch, just waiting to let them know

if anyone reports anything about those murders.

They knew about me.

Yeah, because my partner

ran your file, so they got a look at it too.

They knew what you were into.

Yeah.

That night...

you weren't out taking photos.

You went out looking to score.

I saw your overdose kit in your bathroom,

so don't bullshit me.

Hey, I'm risking my fucking ass here for you.

Slow down.

So, why did you wait two days before you called it in?

Okay.

Hm.

All right.

I know.

We need to find a phone.

Hey.

How many people still in the building?

"Dante."

Yeah, yeah. I hear him.

But I meant on this floor.

What?

Hey, sweetheart. You here for the party?

Which room?

10G.

Elevator's that way.

- Mother Teresa's on her way up. - Good.

Farrell's on his way, too.

Have them sweep from the ground up,

flush 'em out!

Angel, enough already, all right?

Help is on the way.

Fuck this fucking guy, man.

All right.

I'll be back. But lock the door.

Oh, fuck.

Hm.

Lock.

Right over there.

Got a gunshot wound to the left...

First, three rules.

No, I... I know the rules. One, no names.

Two, no details

of any illegal activities are to be discussed.

Three. I would only participate in a job

that was agreed through the broker.

Yes, I understand that.

In return, I will not reveal any details of the job

to any third parties, including law enforcement.

Do you agree to these rules?

Yes, yes, I agree to your rules.

Now, would you please help the man?

Help me get him up.

Hey!

Hold this up. What?

Up. Me?

Hey!

Look!

Hey, the fucking infantry's arrived.

They armed? Negative.

Other tenants? Not many.

You get the north stairwell.

Oh, yeah, that's good.

Get me a wet towel.

Yeah, sure thing.

Holy shit.

All right, everybody listen up.

They got no phone,

but you better believe they're looking for one

or the internet.

Find out which of these apartments are still occupied

and you hit those first.

Jake, Farrell, clear the building.

Make this clean. We don't want any witnesses.

BPD. Open up.

Simms, you watch the back exit

and those fire escapes.

Yeah, yeah, I'm here.

Sal, you contact dispatch.

You make sure that any 911 call

connected to this building is rerouted to us.

Now, listen to me.

If any of them get out, if they talk to anyone,

then we are fucked. You understand that, right?

Everyone's got everything on the line here,

so do not fuck this up.

Police? They here?

Oh, thank fucking God.

I don't understand. Wha...

The police?

Working with them?

Fuck.

That means they're police.

That means they're gonna control every exit point,

the lobby, stairwells,

search every floor.

Where does this connect?

Elevator? No.

They'll have someone down there. They'll see us.

Just look.

Batteries.

Elevator's going up.

Second.

Third.

Fourth.

Fifth.

Sixth.

Sixth. They're on six.

Let's go.

My name...

Shit, he's on a phone. It's an intercom.

He's calling out.

Thank you for calling.

Hostage situation at the York Building in Roxbury.

All our operators

are busy at the moment,

please, hold... I can't hear anything, so just listen.

Please contact Detective Doug Slater,

Department C6, and tell him to send units

to the York Building in Roxbury, sixth floor.

Are busy at the moment.

Thank you for call...

Bedford Security, how can we help you? Hello?

Anyone there?

Stop!

Drop your weapon!

Get the fuck down!

Fuck.

You okay?

Elevator, they're going up.

He's going up to seven.

Oh, fuck, he's got a weapon.

He's got a gun.

No, the mag is spent.

That is my gun!

Motherfucker, he took out the fucking camera.

Okay, I got him on ten.

What the fuck are you doing?

Nine! They're getting off at nine!

Everyone go to nine!

I'm on nine.

What the fuck? I said no gunfire.

There's no one here.

Yeah, but we don't know that yet.

We're going to check every goddamn apartment

on this floor. Now, go, go.

Checking nine, checking nine.

BPD. Anyone home? Open up.

Oh, shit. Don't fucking move.

Don't fucking move.

Don't fucking move. I'll blow your fucking brains out.

All right.

Just look everywhere.

Don't fucking move.

Don't fucking move.

Put the gun down.

Put your fucking gun down!

Put it down.

Gun down!

His gun is empty.

Get on the floor or she's dead.

Wait. All right.

His gun is empty.

It's empty.

Kick it away.

You dumb, deaf fuck with an empty gun.

Shoot his fucking ass!

Not part of the job.

What? What do you mean?

Where are you going? Motherfucker.

Hey! Hey!

They're here right now! Both of them are here right now!

They're here now!

Right now! Right...

Angel, come in. What'd you say?

Angel, repeat.

Angel, can't hear you.

Angel!

Get his eyes.

I'm coming to you!

Got it.

What the fuck?

Hey, where the hell are they?

Where are they? What?

What happened? Where are they?

I don't know.

You don't know?

Fuck. They were here and then they, uh...

I guess they're gone.

Jesus Christ.

Shit.

Why'd they leave my gun?

Why is my gun here?

Hey, hey! What were they doing in here?

Why did they leave my gun?

Hey, Angel,

what the fuck were they doing in here, huh?

I don't... I don't know.

Oh! My phone.

Fuck, man! And I just bought that, too.

- Here, take this fucking gun. - All right.

I'm gonna call your cell.

No, no. Wait. He can't hear anything.

The medic was talking to him, but he didn't hear a thing.

The man wears hearing aids, Angel.

He's gonna call 911 and dispatch is gonna lead us right to him.

Well, maybe he's smarter than that.

You know what?

Yes, this is Lynch. Narcotics.

Yeah, I need you to run a trace on a cell. Yes, now.

Now!

Shh! Shh!

Did you hear that?

All I hear is that music, man.

Just go that way. Go, go.

Really? Go, go.

Fuck. All right.

Just...

Fuck off, will you?

You want me to get the fuck out of the way? Why don't you...

Get the fuck out of the truck, asshole.

Come on, get out the truck. Get this bullshit out of here.

Simms, stop playing goddamn traffic cop

and do your goddamn job.

Where in the fuck are these people?

Does anyone have anything at all?

One through three are clear.

Heading up to four. Good.

And can someone please find the asshole

who keeps blasting that music

and clear him the fuck out of here?

Okay.

Frank, what the hell?

What the hell is going on? Doug, wait, listen.

I... I can't hear shit. My hearing aids are toast.

Wait.

Listen, Doug, I'm with Ava Fremont,

the witness, in her building.

Look, she's in danger. And I am too.

I can't hear a fucking thing, so I need you to put your face

close to the screen when you're talking,

Ava's gonna try to... to read your lips

and tell me what you're saying.

Okay.

What the fuck, man?

This shit's falling apart, man.

What if someone reports gunshots?

What if they send units? No, no, no.

Farrell and Potter, they'll pull rank,

let everybody know that we have it all under control,

which we do, okay?

The overdose story don't work no more.

Angel, we're gonna be the ones

that do the investigation.

Whatever we say is the story is the story.

Yeah, well, what if we just threaten them instead, huh?

What if, uh, you know, we tell them,

if they talk, we'll come after them and their family?

You really think that this guy is intimidated by us? Hmm?

- I don't know. - If someone here talks,

we are done.

And someone will break, you better believe that.

Someone will cut a deal.

You really think that Simms is gonna keep his mouth shut,

if it means covering his own ass?

What about Potter? Hmm?

You really wanna bet your future on some patrol cop?

No.

All right, then, look, brother, listen to me, listen to me.

Yeah.

We all got our reasons for being here, right?

Sal, he's got that... that house on the Cape, right?

Yeah. You got those Ducatis.

And me, I got Gemma.

All those medical bills, uh, her therapy...

So, you really think, for one second,

that I would give up on my daughter

because of this... this fucking hiccup? Do you?

No. No, I don't.

All right.

Then let's go get this prick.

Names? No, I didn't get their fucking names.

They were shooting at us. Gotta be some undercover unit

from a different district.

Frank, you got your piece?

No. And they're all armed. Six of them, two unis.

Dougie, bring backup.

Hold on.

I'm coming to you right fucking now.

I'm trying.

We got a ping.

Holy shit.

Farrell, Potter, get your asses up to ten.

Grab your coat. Let's roll. Yeah.

We got him now.

Money. It's always money.

They take a cut of every deal that goes down on their turf.

He probably got greedy.

It sends a message that they're in charge.

They justify it by saying that they're underpaid,

that it's a necessary perk of the job.

They say that they're actually keeping the crime levels down.

Hey, hey.

They're just brothers in blue,

keeping the streets safe.

Let's make it look amateur.

These guys, they aren't cops.

They're just gangsters with badges.

Door.

Clear!

Goddamn it!

Fuck!

All right, move, goddamn it! Move out the fucking way!

They're going for the stairs!

Yeah, I need another ping.

Fuck.

Sal, got a ping in the north stairwell.

They're coming down. Get in there.

Sal, you got 'em?

Sal! You got 'em?

Hey, sweet. It still works.

Fucking phone! Hey, fuck!

They dropped it from up there,

so they're still in the goddamn building!

All right, look.

Angel and me, we're gonna start from the top and come down.

You two, you start down here and go all the way up,

kicking every goddamn door until you find 'em.

You got it?

The fuck you still standing here for?

Go! Move! Move!

I... I can't do what I used to.

I... I can't be a cop anymore.

It's Doug.

What? He's alone?

He didn't bring backup.

He's walking into a fucking ambush.

We... we need to get down there.

Okay.

Grab there. Grab there. Grab there. Climb down.

Or we can jump.

Hands up, motherfucker.

I got both of them. The elevator on the sixth floor.

Keep 'em right there. I'm coming to you now.

Put your hands up now.

Hands up! Now!

Jump.

Hey, I said step back and put...

What the fuck was that?

All right, go ahead, hit six.

Where the fuck are they?

Well, not here, fuck stick.

The stairwell's clear.

Farrell, where the fuck are you?

Farrell?

They're in the shaft,

going down to the fucking lobby.

Gun, put it down, slow, slow, slow.

Your gun, slow.

I'm doing it now. I'm doing it slow.

Where the fuck is your partner? I'm unarmed. I got no...

! Drop the gun!

Drop the fuckin' gun, asshole. I will fucking...

- Drop the fuckin' gun! - Fuck. All right.

Frank, do it.

Kick it over.

Don't fucking move.

I'm so sorry, Frank.

You weren't supposed to come back.

Why the fuck did you come back?

You had to go cowboy, didn't you?

Well, this is on you, Frank. All of this is on you!

Grab her. Get her!

Don't! No! Please!

Show me her arm. Let me see her arm.

Motherfucker.

All right, you two, you get out of here, all right?

The less of us here, the better. Go, go, go.

Let's finish this shit.

Don't look at me like that.

I saw an opportunity to help my family...

the boys.

So, I took it.

And I'd do it again...

Why are you talking to him? He can't hear you.

He knows what I'm saying.

Go ahead, put her in the bedroom.

This way.

Sit. Sit!

Hey, Angel.

Here.

You know what to do with this. Spread this around.

- Make it look real. - I know what to do.

All right.

Two dead bodies?

How are you going to explain that?

It doesn't have to be two.

This...

is for your silence.

You understand? Silence.

Think of it as compensation for your injury.

- You deserve this. - Yeah, the fuck he does.

Listen, I'm done with this asshole.

Hey, hey. Read my lips, okay?

It's either this or it's this.

You do understand that, right?

Come on, Frank, do it for Sam.

If anyone, do it for Sam, give her a better life.

You know that's all that matters.

You know what? You got five seconds.

Five, four, three, two...

one! All right, I'm in. I'm in.

- Oh, yeah? - But...

I want 50K up front.

Fifty?

What the fuck is he talking about, 50?

You must be out of your fucking mind!

Hey, hey, come on, come on, come on.

Hey, let me tell you something, if you think

I'm giving this piece of shit my cut, you're out of your...

Go ahead, deal with him.

Okay. Okay.

Okay. But you got some balls, Frank.

Let's go. Let's get the fuck out of here.

Yeah.

You did the right thing. You did what you could for her.

One less junkie makes the world a better place.

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Hey! Hey! Shit!

Fuck! This fucking guy.

Hey! Hey.

You said he wasn't going to be a problem!

That he was going to help us find out what this bitch knew.

Yeah, well, just... just let me deal with him, okay?

No! Get your ass to the lobby

and make sure no one else comes in the building.

Now, get the fuck out of here!

What do you want to do, Mase? What do you want to do?

- Hey, Sal, he got away. - What?

Yeah, I want you to get to that fire escape now!

Shit.

Hey. Hey!

Come on.

Come on.

Hey. Hey.

It's okay.

All right, everyone, listen up.

He is going to go back to her.

So, Simms, you get to the fire escape at 11,

in case they try to climb to the roof or something.

Angel, you get to ten, wait outside her door.

No more fucking second chances for this guy.

Ten minutes?

Sal, you there? I'm in position.

Just going to point it right at that window.

Okay. Gonna point it there.

Okay?

Simms, what's your 20?

I'm on the 11th floor.

Slater? Yeah, I'm here too...

asshole.

Angel? I'm in position.

That means they have nowhere to go.

Nobody move! I'm gonna finish this myself.

Hey. Matches.

Oh, shit!

Okay.

Hey, man, the bitch is still alive, man!

- Angel, push in! - Really?

I need a distraction. Push in!

The door's not opening.

Then fucking shoot through it!

Fuck!

He just set the place on fire.

Mase! Mase!

Hey, man, you got a plan here or what?

Just stay put. They're trapped. Fuck.

The smoke is gonna push 'em right to me.

Shit.

Hey, man, what's going on? Fuckin' audience here.

Oh, fuck.

Shit. What are we doing here, Mase?

Fuck this. I'm out of here.

Mason, the fuck are you... Fuck it.

Mase, get the fuck out of there, man.

Enjoy the show, folks.

Mase, what do you want to do, man, huh?

Mase!

Ah, fuck it.

What the fuck?

Hey, motherfucker!

You okay? Okay, come on.

What the fuck is going on?

This is a shit show. We're out of here.

It's fallen the fuck apart.

Hey! Hey!

Hey. Just let him go. Let's get out of here.

Frank!

Holy Christ! What the fuck are you doing?

Hey! I can't fucking see!

Now, where'd they go?

They're down there, last door!

All right, all right, finish him.

Fuck you. Why me?

Hey, you got him into this, so you fucking finish him!

Oh, fuck.

Frank?

Oh, you stupid fuck.

Ava! Ava!

Help! Help!

She's OD'ing!

Watch her head! Watch her head!

Pupils are pinpoint. Start bagging her right now.

Clear!

Clear!