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Previously on Training Day...

You'll be maintaining close surveillance

on one of the finest investigators

this department has ever
produced... Frank Rourke.

Kyle, I am counting on
you to take him down.

There's no you in what me
and Tommy have with Frank.

You sailed in here on
your dead daddy's rep.

What did you really know
about your old man, Kyle?

Dad hid something. He buried a key.

What's it go to?

That's what I'm trying to find out?

- What are you trying to pull here, Frank?
- _

You're saying my dad planted
evidence on a suspect.

Billy knew what needed to get done,

and he had the balls to do it.

Lockhart knew what me
and Billy were up to.

She authorized the whole operation.

That file is a weapon.
I trust you to wield it.

When I was a kid back in Texas,

carnival came through town.

I hit the midway with my buddies

and blew all my money
trying to knock down

one of those milk bottle
pyramids with a softball.

Wanted that chalk statue
of King Kong real bad.

Came home empty handed.

My old man told me the game was rigged,

that the bottles at
the bottom were filled

with buckshot to weigh them down.

So that night, I went back to
that cheating bastard's booth,

and I burned it to the ground.

See, I don't like to lose.

♪ Tell me, when will you be mine? ♪

♪ Tell me quando, quando, quando ♪

♪ We can share a love divine ♪

Countdown. In three, two, one.

Oh, Gary.

Oh, this is disturbing.

You guys are making
a world-class mistake.

I'll tell you, I'm Gary Millstone.

- Ow!
- Gary Millstone!

The lawyer.

Fellas, come on.

What the hell's he talking about?

When your favorite hip-hop
artist serves a knuckle sandwich

to his gal pal in the elevator,

I'm the guy who gets him out of jail

in time for the after party.

I'm your friend, huh?

I'm your one phone call.

I-I'm not the guy you rob!

- Open the safe, old man.
- I got a better idea.

How about I shoot out
the kneecaps instead?

- Gary!
- Hey, trust me.

You don't violence to be any
part of a residential burglary.

The penalty enhancements
are positively Draconian.

Just to show there's no hard feelings,

you take one of my cards.

You ever find yourself in a scrape,

I'll represent you free of charge.

But, uh, can we move this along?

You saw me pop a blue bomber.

My wife's best buddy's about
to make his grand entrance.

TMI, Dad.

Listen, mouthpiece!

Look, man, don't let me
go Tarantino up in here!

Crack the safe, or I'll
blow her brains out!

Look, look, okay, okay.

You see the zip ties
on my wife's wrists?

That's kidnapping.
Special circumstances.

You kill either one of us now,
that's a death penalty beef.

Be smart. Okay.

Better yet, why don't you imagine

what a smart person might do here.

Listen, counselor, you got 10 seconds,

and after that, you become a widow.

- Open this safe.
- It's widower.

Really, Gary?

10! 9! 8!

Gary, please!

- 7!
- Listen to your wife, Gary.

6! 5!

Gary! 4!

For God's sake, think of the kids!

2!

You seriously gonna make
me shoot your wife, dude?!

Gary!

All right! All right!

All right!

All right.

Damn it, all... all right!

I'm doing it.

All right.

Okay. All... All right, I did it, okay.

Really? Your old lady
almost died for some watches

and a bunch of files?

Those are privileged documents.

I would do the same for
you if you were my clients.

What's this?

Cellphone.

I can see that,

but what the hell's
it doing in the safe?!

It's got to be worth something.

Just take it.

Again, I urge you to reconsider.

And I urge you to shut up before I put

a bullet in your mouth just
to keep you from talking.

A bullet wouldn't shut him up.

You and your buddy are
making a huge mistake here.

Objection overruled.

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Top shelf like this ace, girl ♪

♪ If sexy was a race,
you'd be first place, girl ♪

♪ Place, girl ♪

♪ You go style, you got taste, girl ♪

- ♪ Taste, girl ♪
- ♪ You know if you was mine ♪

♪ I would keep you laced, girl ♪

- ♪ Laced, girl ♪
- ♪ So do your thang, girl ♪

- ♪ Thang, girl ♪
- ♪ Keep doin' your thang ♪

♪ Doin' your thang, doin' your thang ♪

- ♪ Yeah ♪
- ♪ Do your thang, girl ♪

- ♪ Thang, girl ♪
- ♪ Keep doin' your thang ♪

♪ Doin' your thang, doin' your thang ♪

You're the best wife in the world.

True.

By the way, I invited Frank
over for dinner tomorrow night.

It's non-negotiable.

We seriously need to
work on our foreplay.

Like it's not bad enough
I'm trapped in a car with him

all day forced to
listen to Lynyrd Skynyrd.

I just want to lay eyes on the guy

that my husband spends his days with.

Two hours tops.

Just the four of us.

Four of us?

I told him to bring his girlfriend.

Holly.

What does she do again?

Uh...

Kyle.

Where?

Gracias, Silvia.

Muy amable.

Soy como zombi sin mi café.

Hey, can I get a...

Reverse racism.

That's not a thing.

Housekeeper discovered them
when she showed up for work.

Crew got away with the usual...
Jewelry, watches, and pills.

Detectives.

Mr. Millstone, I'm Detective Chavez.

This is Detective...

Oh, morning, Frank.

Gary.

You've already met?

In court.

On those few occasions
Frank makes an actual arrest.

Most of his investigations wind up

with an innocent man in the morgue.

Innocent?

Until proven guilty, yeah.

Now, I realize you're more used
to planting evidence, Frank,

but if you need any
advice in collecting it,

I'll be right outside.

But you've already contaminated
this crime scene, Gary.

You leave a slime trail wherever you go.

I wear your scorn as a
badge of honor, Detective.

Who's that?

_

That's Vince Parker, head
of Millstone's security.

I'd say somebody's out of a job.

We think these are the same
suspects who robbed Millstone.

Hmm.

They hit three houses
on consecutive nights

in Palos Verdes about six months ago.

Four weeks later, same
deal in Beverly Park.

Yeah, I remember those jobs in Beverly.

Wilshire division asked us
to run surveillance on them.

So, their M.O. is to hit a few houses

back-to-back then go to ground.

Which is why we think we've
got a great shot tonight.

We're gonna roll half a
dozen surveillance teams,

blanket the neighborhood.

I think we're wasting our time.

The inventory from the Millstone
job was a pretty rich score.

Good chance these two are done for now.

10th floor sees it different.

Brass is worried these suspects
are escalating their violence.

You mean they're worried
they're doing it in Hancock Park?

What's up with you?

Nothing's up.

It's called being in a good mood.

So, what's his name?

Who's name?

Mr. Good Mood.

Shouldn't you be
running position checks?

King 2 to King 7, what's your situation?

King 7 all clear.

King 1, no activity.

I'm telling you, they're not coming.

No way you can know that.

You know what a jackal is, Kyle?

Jackals hunt in pairs.

Every so often, they come
upon a carcass, big game.

They'll feed on it till it's gone.

Right now, those two are
feeding on Millstone's carcass.

Trust me, trainee.

They've gone to ground.

King 1 to King 2.

Eyes on the subject.

Late model dark sedan.

You were saying, training officer?

Subject just pulled up.

Killed his lights. Now
he's just sitting there.

Maybe we got lucky.

Hmm.

Looks like he's wearing night goggles.

Should we take him now

or wait for him to get out of his car?

Now.

But I thought it was better to grab them

during the commission of a crime.

That's what you always say.

Don't do that.

What? Think.

Becca, Tommy,

circle around the block,
turn off your lights,

and wait for my signal.

King 3, hold your position.

Where are they going?

Just get on my 6:00,
trainee. Keep your eyes open.

Now.

Show me your hands.

Turn over.

Parker?

What were you doing out there?

Enjoying an evening constitutional.

Constitutional implies walking, Parker.

It does not involve
peeping into people's homes

with night-vision goggles.

Hypothetically speaking,

I would only be out there to
retrieve my employer's property.

You been working for
an asshat lawyer so long

you're actually starting
to talk like one now?

You know I used to be one of you.

I read your file.

Terminated for excessive
force while on duty.

A word, Detective Chavez.

I want you to kick him.

What's going on?

Apparently I'm releasing Parker.

- Why?
- I don't answer to you, Frank.

Who do you answer to, Joy?

I still can't figure that one out.

We're not filing. I want him gone.

You realize he works for
Gary Millstone, right?

That's exactly why I've asked
Chief Lockhart to release him.

This is Deputy D.A. Finney.

She's protecting Millstone.
I don't care who she is.

We're not protecting anyone, Detective.

I'm in the middle of a
high-profile murder trial

with Millstone as we speak.

Albanian enforcers.

Not nice men.

My witnesses are ready to testify.

Last thing I need is for
Millstone to have a chance

at a mistrial because
you're harassing him

about his own home invasion.

Parker has an alibi for
the other burglaries.

This is not up for discussion, Frank.

Cut him loose now.

Look what we found.

Parker was using a tracking device.

Found it on King 3's
surveillance vehicle.

Except Lockhart just ordered
us to stand down on him.

_

Lockhart doesn't know
what she's dealing with.

Set up on Parker.

I want to know where he
goes, who he talks to,

what he has for breakfast.

It's time to drag
Dracula into the light,

watch his flesh burn.

What's so urgent?

It's your partner. I'm concerned.

Frank isn't my partner.

Don't be insulted.

I'm trying to protect you.

Frank's about to go off the rails.

Seven years ago, a
supplier named Cal McQueen

went after a dealer who'd stiffed him.

A civilian father of two
was hit by a stray bullet.

Frank managed to locate an eyewitness...

A nurse at county named Robin Meyers.

Two weeks before the
trial, Meyers disappeared.

They found her car at LAX.

McQueen walked.

And Millstone was McQueen's lawyer.

For Frank, Millstone's personal.

And that's the real
reason you released Parker.

To wind Frank up, watch
him spin out of control.

Just let me know if he crosses the line,

and believe me, he will.

You're supposed to be my security.

- Calm down.
- The other night

when those two plop
heads had a gun pointed at

my wife's head, I felt very insecure.

But for my sorcery,

you'd be a disgraced
cop in federal prison.

That's right. Lipstick, mascara,

all your teeth knocked
out for easy access.

Now, you find those two mouth breathers

before they do any real damage.

Parker hasn't moved.

Well, eventually he has to.

Otherwise Millstone found
himself a new head of security.

So, is it serious?

What serious?

It's not like that.

Besides, I'm not gonna confide in a man

whose most meaningful relationship

is with his surfboard.

And whose fault is that?

Are you jealous?

Check it out.

Here he goes.

You see this?

That's Mrs. Millstone in the background.

If you want me to feel
sorry for her, I don't.

She's still wearing her wedding band.

That has to be 20k worth of diamonds.

Pretty hard to miss.

Why wouldn't they take her ring?

They got plenty.

Maybe. Only how'd they
know about the safe?

Let me ask you a question.

What did Lockhart want?

She told me about you and Millstone.

About Robin Meyers, the
witness who disappeared.

Disappeared my ass.

Robin Meyers was murdered.

She didn't want to testify.

I was the one who promised
her things would be okay.

So, I have to get up on the
stand and say what I saw?

That's right.

And McQueen will be there?

He will, but I'll be in
the courtroom with you, too.

I'm scared.

I know. I would be, too.

But you're the only one
who can put him away.

You promise me I'll be okay?

I promise.

So you think Millstone had
something to do with it?

A few years after Robin,
a witness, not one of mine,

went missing on another Millstone case.

Three more since.

How do you know it's
not Millstone's clients

who took out the witnesses?

- Look at the evidence.
- What evidence?

Exactly. There isn't any.

No prints, no casings, nothing.

It's too clean. His
clients aren't that smart.

Millstone's behind this. I know it.

Lockhart's waiting for you
to make a mistake, Frank.

And she thinks because

this is personal for
you, you'll get sloppy.

I got to pick up Holly for this ambush

your wife planned for us.

Nothing I could do.

Well, just make sure she
doesn't serve dessert.

I want to make it an early evening.

Hey.

How'd you know the crew
wouldn't show that night

during the stakeout?

I've been doing this
a long time, trainee.

Maybe too long.

I see you went with
the chicken-fried steak.

Brave men.

Have something for me?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. I
look like a pawn shop?

That's for you, stupid.

What's for me?

Files and a phone.

Okay, now we're talking.

What, do you got to make wee wee?

The hell you so nervous about?

If anybody sees us talking to
you, they'll think we snitches.

Looks bad breaking bread with a cop.

I couldn't agree more.

You followed me?

Okay, I'm impressed.

A little.

Who the hell is this?

Oh, you want to be introduced?

Lou, Danny... meet Kyle Craig.

Kyle, meet our home invaders.

You finally lost in, Frank.

I knew something was off!

I couldn't figure out
how you were so sure

the crew wouldn't hit again.

But hiring those fools
to jack Millstone,

I will not go along with this.

Just hear me out.

I got a tip on those
Beverly Hills break-ins.

Val briefed us about and
gaffled Lou and Danny.

We cut a deal.

They hit Millstone's, keep the loot,

and I get the contents
of Millstone's safe.

Only the District Attorney
is authorized to make deals.

- Look at this.
- So what?

It's locked. I got to see
if Rebecca can hack it.

So you're gonna rope her into this?

Millstone's been having
witnesses killed, Kyle.

He's been getting
away with it for years,

and he's gonna keep on
getting away with it.

I think I finally
found a way to prove it.

I'm not gonna go to prison
chasing one of your hunches.

We're gonna be late for dinner.

So, I'm a boot fresh out of the academy.

I don't know my ass from my elbow,

and I open it, cats come pouring out.

I mean, dozens of cats.

There's more cats every
time he tells this story.

Well, trust me, a lot of cats.

- So, what'd you do?
- Only thing I could do.

I stood up on a chair, put
one hand over my privates.

I hold up my lighter to the ceiling

and trigger the sprinkler system.

The water comes spraying out,

and these cats, man,
they just scattered.

Is he this funny all the time?

Nope.

Well, we don't want to
overstay our welcome.

Alyse, you probably have an early shift.

Oh, no, it's fine.

I'm actually off tonight and tomorrow.

What are you gonna do with your day?

I thought about taking a yoga class.

You know, we should go together.

I take an 11:00 A.M. in
Larchmont three days a week.

Amazing. I'd be lucky if
I make one class a week.

Your schedule must be pretty flexible.

Are you self-employed?

I am.

I run my own business,
so I make my own hours.

Really? What kind of business?

I run a dating service.

Like an online thing?

It's more of an escort service.

Escort service.

Oh, okay.

So, is that how you two met?

- No, not really.
- Yep.

On second thought, I think we really do

have to wake up early tomorrow.

We don't, sweetie. Frank,
can I get you another beer?

Sure.

Oh. This is the hospital.

Excuse me one second.

I'm gonna use the head.

Oh, Frank.

You know, we've got something in common.

We both know it's not easy
having Frank for a partner.

Tell me about it.

Riding with you is good for Frank.

He'd kill me for telling you this,

but when you were gonna be his trainee,

it was the happiest I'd
seen him in a long time.

Frank and your dad were like brothers.

Frank never fully recovered
after losing Billy.

I know this is a lot to ask, Kyle.

I know who Frank is, how he can be.

Please just watch out for
him the way your dad did.

He needs you.

You invited Frank to a dinner party?

It was my wife's idea.

She wanted to meet my training officer.

Where's Tommy?

Still watching Parker.

Frank asked me to look
into Millstone's phone.

You knew, didn't you?

About the home invasion?

Not until last night.

I don't question Frank.

Frank hunts the things
that hunt the innocent.

If he played by the rules,
I probably would've died

somebody's plaything, my organs
sold off on the black market.

So if it's a choice between
rules and results, guess what.

So, good times at the
Craig house last night.

A few thoughts, trainee.

Sort of a post mortem.

One... under no circumstances
are we ever doing that again.

Your wife's a good cook, but
our women should never hang out.

Too many trade secrets
for the both of us.

Anything else?

Yeah. Buy some domestic beer.

You don't deserve Holly.
You know that, right?

Were you able to crack the phone?

Millstone was using an
advanced symmetric block cypher.

Basically an algorithm that
locks down the phone's hardware.

So you can't tell me who he called?

He wasn't making calls. He was texting.

Couldn't recover the texts,

but I did put dates
on the transmissions.

About a dozen of them over the years.

Any of it mean anything to you?

Bastard.

What?

June, 2010.

What about it?

That's when Robin Meyers went missing.

Millstone gave the order,
and whoever's on the other end

of that phone made her disappear.

Frank, this last one was
just sent a few days ago.

Didn't Lockhart tell you.

Millstone was in the
middle of a homicide trial?

He's put this thing in motion again.

He's going after another witness.

- Detective Rourke.
- Ms. Finney.

You need to find a place
to hide your witnesses.

I beg your pardon?

We have reason to believe
that one of the witnesses

in your homicide trial is at risk.

I have seven witnesses, Detective.

Not including police
officers, S.I.D., or the M.E.

If someone's in danger,
I need to know who it is.

We can't tell you that.

Detective, I thought
Chief Lockhart and I

made ourselves perfectly
clear about Gary Millstone.

You're in a courtroom
trying to out-lawyer him

while he's out here being an outlaw.

So Millstone's the outlaw?

I hope that irony isn't
lost on you, Detective.

I go to the judge with
unsubstantiated allegations

like this, I open
myself up to a mistrial.

You don't, and one of your
witnesses can get killed.

Then bring me something I can act on.

You know, something legal.

Son of a bitch.

Whoa.

Some nice pieces here.

Special.

I know, right?

Like I said when I called,

we deal in very selective merchandise.

Yeah, can we just move this along, man?

Well, you two morons clearly haven't put

a lot of thought into this.

Millstone represents nearly
every fence in this damn city.

Thank you for your service, Chuck.

Who the hell are you?!

I am the last guy you want to run into

while trying to fence the stuff
you stole from my employer.

So... what are we gonna do?

I don't know.

Tommy, give me some good news.

Yeah, you're not gonna like this, boss.

Now, neither one of you
are capable of figuring out

that those little paper
cowboy hats are actually meant

to cover the seat of a public toilet.

Much less... put something
like this together.

Somebody put you up to it.

And you're gonna tell me who.

You're gonna be begging to tell me.

Hmm?

They call this... a Tucker Telephone.

Named for the Tucker State Prison farm

back in Arkansas where
the technique was invented.

Oh, it's just an old
antique hand-crank phone

hardwired to a couple
of dry-cell batteries.

But man, it does the trick, huh?

Who turned you on to Millstone?

Who has the phone?

Well, that's kinky.

What are you gonna do, shoot me?

I was thinking about it.

Nah.

I'd rather just kick your ass.

A genuine Tucker Telephone.

I'm geeking out here, Parker.

That's a real piece of history.

Hmm. Can you imagine what it
must've been like back then,

back before political correctness

and, uh, what the hell do you call it?

Micro aggressions.

You know, guys like us,
today we're monsters, right?

But back then, they would've said

we were too soft on suspects.

Hey.

Why don't we set the way-back machine

to those thrilling days of yesteryear?

Eisenhower's in the White House,

and no one's ever heard
of Miranda vs. Arizona.

I got Millstone's magic phone,

the one that makes witnesses disappear.

Like that Twilight Zone

where you push a button
and somebody dies.

I know it's a death ray.

Just don't know how it works.

Wish I could help you out.

Yeah.

You know, people say that,
but they don't really mean it.

I got to make a
long-distance phone call.

Hello? Hello?

Duluth, Duluth, come in, come in.

We found a dozen text messages,

each corresponding to a
witness who disappeared,

including a nurse named Robin Meyers.

Remember her?

I sure as hell do.

Brave woman, ready to testify against

one of your employer's dirt bag clients.

And you guys had her killed for it.

I don't know what the
hell you're talking about.

Bravo six! Bravo six!

Got Charlie on the wire! Repeat, repeat!

Charlie's on the wire!
Request immediate air support!

Millstone used the cellphone to text

a contract killer named Ulysses.

Local, but no one
knows who he really is,

not even Millstone.

So Millstone can't be tied to him.

Millstone's not stupid.

- So how does it work?
- Easy.

Millstone texts a photo
of the target along with

a timetable and wires money
to an offshore account,

then just sits back and waits.

- A perfect system.
- Makes it impossible to prove,

and a coerced confession won't cut it.

Not with me, not with the D.A.

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

Crying shame about the
criminal element in this city.

If only lawyers like you weren't
so good at getting them off.

This is low even for you, Rourke.

Man makes a good point.

It's not what you know, Gary.

It's what you can prove, remember?

Like this phone.

Legally, I can't say how I
came into possession of it,

you understand, and for obvious reasons,

you can't tell me it's yours either.

I should've realized the other
morning you were behind this.

This isn't your day, Gary.

You never lost a case, but
you're about to lose two today.

I don't know what you're talking about.

The one you're trying against
Regina Finney, and of course,

the upcoming trial in which
you will be the star defendant.

You're delusional.

Multiple counts of murder for hire,

including Robin Meyers,

the nurse I convinced to
testify against Cal McQueen.

You had her killed and
ditched her car at LAX

to make it look like she'd run off.

Nobody likes a sore loser, Rourke.

I have your phone.

Phone proves nothing.

You know, that's what Parker said

when he showed me how it worked.

I think I came up with
what we call a work-around

that results in your confession.

You know, I'm not some gang
banger you can intimidate

with your little Marshal
Dillon act, Rourke.

You're not as clever as
you think you are, Gary.

Actually, it was very simple.

All I had to do was wire
the money to an account

in the Caymans, the same way you did.

You know, the genius of your
system is in its anonymity.

Ulysses doesn't know who you are.

He just waits for the
money to hit his account,

and off he goes to work.

So I sent him your photo
and, uh, your Bentley's GPS.

Then I thought, you know,
just to make it interesting,

I'd add a little wrinkle.

I texted him that I needed
the job done A.S.A.P.

Figure, uh, he should
show up any minute.

You have a choice, Millstone.

Use the phone and enter the abort codes

and implicate yourself.

Or go ahead and die.

Watch out for the red dot, Gary.

Now, you can enter the abort code,

which proves your guilt, or you
can start drafting your will.

Either way, I walk away a winner.

I don't know about you,
trainee, but I think

we ought to give Gary here

a wide berth to consider his options.

Say, I wonder if it's
that tall guy over there.

Just...

Give me the damn phone, Rourke.

J-J-Just give it to me!

I...

I want to hear you say it.

I had her killed, okay?

Robin Meyers.

I paid to have her killed,
have her car left at LAX.

Standby to trace the ping.

Standing by.

Copy that.

Tommy, you read me?

Suspect is in the park.

Who is this?

Afternoon. I was wondering if you had

any interest in home repairs.

Lower level near the fountain.

I have a crew in your neighborhood

who'd be happy to stop
by and talk with you.

You okay?

Hey, you know I'm the only guy

who really understands you, right?

Not the time or place, dude.

Well, we don't really see each other

outside of work, so these are the only

times and places we do have.

Well, congratulations, Parker.

You're a douche bag who can now add rat

to your online dating profile.

Put him in the conference room.

You realize Mutt and Jeff
could tank your story, right?

Lou and Danny are long gone.

Let's just say lesson learned.

So, can you really link this maggot

to the witness in the McQueen case?

Robin Meyers and all the others.

What's the matter, Joy?

Not the outcome you were expecting?

I don't have expectations
when it comes to you, Frank.

If you'll excuse me.

Come to gloat?

There's nothing to gloat about.

No way to bring those people back.

But there is a way you could bring peace

to the family of one of them.

Robin Meyers.

What happened to her?

Why should I tell you anything?

You can survive as a lawyer
inside, but not as a snitch.

You don't want McQueen to
know you ratted him out.

Which is my next call.

Where is she?

Lake Hollywood.

Yes?

Hello, Kathy.

Come in.

It's been a long time.

We caught Robin's killer.

There's also a chance
we may recover her body.

At least now you know for sure.

You can let her go.

Frank.

You have to let her go, too.

♪ Oh, Father, tell me ♪

♪ We get what we deserve ♪

♪ Oh, we get what we deserve ♪

♪ And way down we go ♪

I could get used to
this, seeing you more.

♪ Way down we go ♪

I have to go home.

I'm jealous.

I can't help it.

Your husband gets all of you,
and I only get what you give me.

These moments.

You know, it's funny.

He thinks he's the only one
who really understands me.

♪ Yeah, but for the fall ♪

But the truth is nobody gets all of me.

♪ Look him right in the eyes, yeah ♪

I'm not like your husband, Rebecca.

You knew what you were
getting yourself into.

This is how it has to be.

Just tell me if you love him.

This isn't the time or place.

♪ We get what we deserve ♪

So, where are your unindicted
co-conspirators, Lou and Danny?

On a bus bound for Alaska.

I revoked their L.A. privileges.

Don't ever put me in this
position again, Frank.

This is a shotgun wedding.

We're together because we
both want to find the men

who murdered my dad, and
I'm willing to sacrifice

everything to find them
except my principles.

I won't give you those.

They're mine.

Hey.

Look who stopped by.

Ma'am.

How are you?

Well, I have work to do.

I'll leave you guys to it.

I'll be quick, promise.

She's lovely.

You're a lucky man.

I know.

Hope you're a smart man.

Look, Chief, I really don't
have anything worth reporting.

Tell you what.

Why don't you report something
and let me be the judge.

Don't ever come to my home again.

Boy, please.

You work for me.

You think this is a game?

Parker was a dirty cop
working for a corrupt attorney,

and you chose to let him go

because you're fixated
on catching Frank.

You have no idea how much
you and Frank are alike.

If I find out that
you're covering for him,

I'll take everything away from you.

Your badge, your pension,

and that's just for starters.

Frank is not the one
you need to be scared of.

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