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Shit!

It's a punching bag!

What
constitutes a threat?

Is it a person?

Is it a weapon?

The person holding the weapon?

Bigger the weapon, the
bigger the threat, right?

Right.

Wrong.

Threat boils down to intent.

Reading that intent is how
you keep yourself safe.

And the most important
intent, of course,

is your own.

What do you intend
for yourselves?

Gimme a break.

Problem solving
isn't about fighting,

it's about diffusing.

Someone wants my money,

chances are that's
all they want.

What are you saying,

you just hand them your money?

That's right.

Yeah, I'm not about that.

I'm not gonna just let
someone take what's mine.

Oh, you keep all your
money in your wallet, Kyle?

Your bank account will survive

but only if you do.

Come on, man, I thought
this was advanced techniques,

not Eastern philosophy.

It's both.

Ah, whatever, I
want my money back.

Sure.

Can handle that after class.

No, we can handle
it right now,

'cause you wasted
enough of my time.

Okay.

Fuck this.

Obviously, not all
interactions can be solved

with pacifism and refunds.

So for the ones
that turn violent,

well, you wanna know how
to defend yourselves.

I remember when
that was taken.

Something wrong with trying to
cultivate a little nostalgia?

Guess not.

It's good to see you.

Same here.

What can I do for
you, Lieutenant Archer?

You know what I'm gonna ask.

No.

Think about it, Christopher.

I know business
hasn't been the best.

Somehow I'm not seeing
how going back to work

for the cops is
gonna help my gym.

Well, you wouldn't
be a cop. Outside.

The department actually wants
someone from the outside.

We need supplemental training,

a pilot project to be applied
across the department.

Workshops, seminars,

whatever you want,
fully integrated.

Your curriculum, your rules.

Your dad was a good cop-

I'm not,

I'm not interested.

Okay.

I'm in the neighborhood
these days.

12th precinct.

Tomorrow, 10:00 a.m.

He was more than just
these walls, you know?

What are you doing?

You want
me to stand by?

No, I want you to
do your fucking job, man!

He frickin' shot me, man!

Oh my God!

Do you think Dad would've
been proud of you?

Don't bring Dad into this.

- Don't bring Dad into this.
- Don't touch me.

You know what? I'm sick!

I feel sick.

- I'm sick of this!
- Chris! Chris!

I woulda had that.

Yeah, sure.

Still can't hit a three.

Still talking smack?

Pretty sure I'm up, what,

three games, if I
remember correctly?

Two, actually.

And we both know how
solid your memory is.

What are you doing here?

Official gym business.

Pam thinks running a
diffuse-and-disarm seminar's

gonna change the
world or something.

Jesus, the gym.

Lemme walk you to Pam's office.

No, I'm fine.

Find my own way.

What gives, man?

Hey, Kenny.

Who's your friend?

Chris, my brother.

Chris, you remember
Sergeant Hatton.

Oh yeah, yeah,

your brother.

How could I forget?

The guy who used taxpayer money

to pay his way all the
way up through the academy

right until he found out
what the job was really like.

You seem to know
the story pretty well.

One day pass,
what's the occasion,

family reunion?

Archer's deescalation
initiative, Sir.

Oh, that's right,

that's right, you're here to,

to teach us all
how to play nice,

is that it?

So, uh,

so what's in there,
friendship bracelets?

Go on, show me.

Teach me a lesson.

I don't think
you can afford me.

Go ahead, Mr. Sun.

That's why you're
here after all.

Simunition,

converted to paint markers.

Tactically identical
to your service weapon.

I know what it is.

Hey, watch out, Sarge,

might do a funny mustache
in your face.

Blue means dead.

Works for me.

That'll do.

Don't you have some
paperwork to file, Sergeant?

If you're looking
for something to do,

I'm sure there's
all sorts of things

that could use your attention.

Why didn't
you say anything?

Truth?

I didn't know if
he'd come if I had.

And how long
has Ken been here?

Ken transferred back to
the 12th a few months ago.

He said he reached
out, but nothing.

Oh, and Sergeant Hatton?

Are you kidding me?

Hatton carries a lot
of weight around here.

Look, I don't like
his warrior bullshit

any more than you do,

but if we're going to
change things, Christopher,

we have to work
with guys like him.

I need Hatton, just
like I need you.

Ugh, I'm so dead.

Late night?

No, just dreading
the workload.

Where'd I put the stupid pass?

Sifting through hard
drives really so bad?

Sometimes I wish
I never peeked

behind the curtain
of what people keep

on their computers.

But it does have its perks.

If you say so.

Hey!

Michelle, hey.

Are you here to see Ken?

No, I had an appointment.

Oh, I should go.

Um, later.

Abby, not embarrassing at all.

Yeah, not at all.

So who's your
appointment with?

Pamela Archer.

Wow! Well connected.

She's a friend of my dad's.

You're off duty later?

Sure.

Mark 'em.

Kicking my ass.

What compels people to eat
finger food while they bowl?

Oh, they're sociopaths.

Anyways, it wasn't
really about the help.

It's more just testing a theory,

and thank you for proving it.

Which is?

Cops like to bowl.

Are you profiling me now?

It's just a theory.

Can I profile you?

You and your brother,

there's something there.

You ask that as if you
didn't read all about it.

That's game.

We don't have to talk about
family if you don't want to.

No, it's fine.

After that, me and Ken

just don't see eye to eye.

New game?

- Yeah, sure.
- Let's do it.

Well, I had fun.

Losing five games is fun?

Yeah, well...

Unsolicited advice,

talk to your brother.

Also, text me if
you want a rematch.

Also, just text me anyway.

Five-O!

Hey, sorry I didn't
get back to you,

I was busy.

I guess I have been
avoiding you a bit.

Anyways, hit me up.

Maybe we can, uh,

schedule that rematch.

It was good to see you.

Bye.

Fuck you, pig!

Fuckin' bullshit!

Shut up.

Come on, man,
I didn't do nothin'!

I said shut up.

Where's the Sarge?

He's cleanin' up.

Boss wants you
waiting out front.

All right.

Now. I can take him from here.

I said out front.

Now.

Don't do me like that!

Don't leave me here!

Hold on.

Ken?

Ken! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Ken! Ken! Ken!

Ken! What happened?

What happened to you?

Sh-sh-sh-shot.

Who shot, who shot you?

Shit! Fuck!

Shit!

Hey, it's okay.

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.

I'm gonna get you help, okay?

Please, come on! Come on, Ken!

Hide.

No! No, no!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Please, please! Ken!

Shit!

Shit!

Fuck!

Police!

We had a report about
an officer down.

He's up here!

He's hurt.

What happened?

I don't know, he just,

he was banging on my
door, I opened it,

and I-I found him like this.

Excuse me, Ma'am,

can I talk to you over here?

Just some questions.

You sure?

He didn't say anything? He
didn't give you anything?

No.

Freeze.

Put your hands up.

On your feet!

Let's go.

Now back up.

I said get back!

Check him.

Eyes on me.

Back up!

Nice and slow.

Go!

More!

Keep going.

Freeze!

Stop there.

Check the other rooms.

Get down on your knees, slowly.

Now drop it.

Put it on the ground.

We're clear.

What did he tell you?

It's too bad.

I was kinda looking
forward to your class.

Gun! Gun!

Go. Go!

Oh, shit!

Hello?

Yes.

No, no problem.

I'll be there.

What's the address?

Say that again?

Detective?

A word?

They found the car back here.

Brother's apartment,

must've been visiting.

The brother's missing.

House keys are still upstairs.

So they left in a hurry.

Didn't or couldn't
stick around for us.

What happened here?

There were already two
off-duty officers on scene

when first responders showed up.

Who?

Kurt Spencer, Winston
Gale, they're on the-

I know who they are.

Yeah, apparently they were
nearby when they heard shots.

Both received injuries,

retrieved on the scene by EMTs.

They declined further care

and left the responding
units to deal with the mess.

Did they identify
their attacker?

Only description
was an Asian male.

Asian male?

Like the missing brother.

Yeah, they said
they'd file reports,

then they left.

Well, where the
fuck did they go?

Speak.

We didn't get to him in time.

So, you don't have it?

- No.
- We couldn't find it.

The brother must have it.

Brother must have it.

Let me ask you a question.

Keeping in mind all the other
things I gotta deal with,

all the delaying, diverting,

destroying as a result.

Could you have possibly
fucked this up any worse?

It's encrypted.

It's not like he
can do anything.

Don't fuckin' touch him.

I try to be fair, boys.

We all look out for each other,

we all get an equal share,

we all clean up after
ourselves, fair?

I think so.

So this is how
we're gonna do it.

You're gonna find him,

get rid of him.

Hey! Pay attention.

Find it, get rid of it.

No ifs, ands, or buts.

Is that fair?

I can't hear you, is that fair?

- It's fair.
- Fair.

Good.

Clean yourselves up,
you look like shit.

And call King, start looking.

No one says anything to
anyone until I say so.

Lucky I'm in a good
mood today, Gale.

Lieutenant?

Respectfully, what the
hell is going on here?

I've got one dead cop,

one missing brother,

both of whom you
know personally,

and eyewitnesses who say

that two off-duty cops may
have just walked right in

and started shooting
up the place.

Why did you assign
me to this case?

Detective,

is there some reason why you
shouldn't be on this case?

I gave you this case

because I know that you
can handle it for me.

Yes, I know both of
the Sun brothers.

I knew their father too.

He was a good cop.

I would hate to tarnish
his name or the precinct's.

If I'm going to
avoid doing that,

I need you to please help me
make sense of all of this.

Anything you wanna share?

Uh, maybe, Ma'am.

I'll keep you posted
if I have something.

Hey.

Where is he?

He's inside.

Did you phone it in?

Nah,

no, I figured you
guys wanna handle it.

Yeah, you figured right.

Police
are on the hunt

for an Asian male
named Christopher Sun,

who evaded arrest after
police found his brother,

a plainclothes officer,

murdered at his apartment.

If seen, please do not approach.

The suspect should be
considered armed and dangerous.

Any information on his
whereabouts should be reported

to your local authorities.

So what's the plan?

We got it from here.

Yeah.

Good looking out, Gary.

Hold up, whoa.

Chris.

Sorry.

It's okay.

Fucked.

Chris, I'm so sorry about Ken.

You need to tell
me what happened.

I can help you,

but this doesn't look good.

You hiding like this,

it makes you look guilty.

Yeah, well, what
was I supposed to do?

They were cops.

What?

Two of them.

Ken was running from them.

I had to run too.

Did you get their names?

One called the
other one Spencer.

They tried to kill me.

Okay, do you
have any idea why?

Ken gave me this.

It's gotta be connected.

Okay, here, here's
what we're gonna do.

I'm gonna get you in
protective custody-

No, no way.

You can't keep
hiding here, Chris.

There are things we need to do,

you have to give me a statement,

I can protect you.

What, from the police?

I don't have a choice.

This is my case.

Consider this
an anonymous tip.

That's not how it works.

Forget it.

No.

Nothing on the radio.

Okay.

Keep an eye out, don't
move till I get there.

It's all there?

Yeah, of course
it's all there.

What are you waiting
for, a fuckin' handjob?

Get out.

Listen to me.

I could eat your bosses
and your dad for breakfast,

and you don't wanna know
what I could do to you.

All you need to know is
that when I call you, come,

and when I say so, you go.

So get the fuck out.

Fuckin' asshole.

Crazy bastard.

Chris?

You don't need that.

I wanna believe that, Chris,

but I need to know you're
gonna make the right decision.

You really think
I'm safe with you?

You want justice, this is how.

Justice?

Those cops are
gonna jump through

whatever hoops they
have to for the optics.

They'll be protected,

Ken will still be dead.

What would you do?

Help me out here, Chris.

I am.

You've got everything you need.

If you're not
gonna come in now,

at least wait here.

I'll talk to Archer.

She cares about you.

I'll be back soon.

Here, eat something.

Oh! There she is.

You still here?

Yeah.

Shit.

You, uh,

you got any coffee?

Yeah, sure.

Help yourself.

Thanks.

Two bucks.

Yeah.

Extra five.

Extended shoe rental.

Hey, hey! Hands up, hands up.

Don't fuckin' move.

Where is it, asshole?

It's in my pocket.

Don't!

Hands up.

King,

check it.

Why'd you kill him?

You, huh?

You the one?

Fuck you.

Why?

Why'd you kill him?

Wait.

He saw...

What did he see?

Ugh.

Oh!

Dude!

You know it's, like,
present day, right?

You coulda DMed or emailed
or texted or do the,

okay, come in.

Anyway, you
owe me a new table

'cause there is no way

- that stain is gonna come out.
- Abby, shh.

Sup?

So Ab, you know how to
recover a hard drive, right?

I mean, I could explain to you

why that's a silly
question to ask someone

who worked for three years in
criminal computer forensics,

but I mean, I just-

So if I gave you a memory
card or a damaged hard drive,

you'd be able to
show me what's on it?

That doesn't sound very
official, Detective Tasbar.

It's not, I just, um,

I need someone I can trust.

Ab, I wouldn't be asking.

Okay, what is it?

Oh! Okay, I get it.

Sure, I'll help.

Is there anything
else I can do?

No, just leave it with me,

I'll call you when
I get something.

So get outta here

- so I can work.
- Thank you.

- Yes, yes.
- Thank you, thank you.

Sir?

Sir, are you okay?

I know you.

Who did this to you?

Okay, I'm gonna get
you some help, okay?

Just stay still.

This is Detective Tasbar.

Hello?

Lieutenant?

Detective,
what do you need?

I have
reason to believe

that Officer Sun's
brother, Chris,

is likely pursuing
a personal vendetta

against Sergeant
Hatton and his squad.

I see.

You don't sound surprised.

Not much
surprises me, Detective.

Do you like sushi?

Sure, uh.

Wait, wait!

You piece of shit.

I told you to wait,

just do what I tell you!

He was gonna get away.

Was gonna get away.

You thought letting
him kick your ass

and then getting away
was a better idea?

Huh? Hey?

What does he know?

He knows nothing.

He said something.

I can hear him, hit him again.

I didn't!

Sarge.

My neighbors.

Get him outta here.

Come on, Champ.

I'll kiss it better.

Get off me!

Everybody lays low
until I call, okay?

I'm still good to go.

Yeah, me too, Boss.

Lay low!

What part don't you
fuckin' understand?

Do I need to explain myself?

No, I hear you fine.

But what about Tasbar?

I'll take care of it.

Okay? I got somewhere to be.

Get him home.

You, just fuckin' go inside.

Go inside.

Fuckin' assholes.

Mm!

Do you want anything?

That'll be all, thank you.

Sake.

I have to say I'm
confused, Ma'am..

About what?

Well, why we're here.

We still haven't heard anything
from Hatton and his squad,

Chris is out there
somewhere hiding from them,

from us,

and you're having
a late-night snack.

Why?

Lieutenant,

you didn't tell me
this was an ambush.

Let's call it an
impromptu case review.

Mm.

My officers' medicals.

Clearing them of any misconduct.

Post-traumatic
stress? You're kidding.

Yeah, losing a fellow officer
is a traumatic experience.

You'd know that if you ever
used your service weapon

anywhere but the range.

This still doesn't say
anything about Chris.

Where was he?

Why did they even go to his
home in the first place?

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Yeah, they were
responding to shots fired.

Yeah, the suspect was an
Asian male wearing a mask

who fled the scene after
killing Officer Sun.

Disgruntled former police
officer shoots estranged brother

before declaring war on cops.

Mm-hmm.

Seems to me like Chris is
the most likely suspect.

And by the way, I didn't know

you two were on a
first-name basis.

You wouldn't happen to be
fuckin' him too, would you?

Likely, huh?

Like the blood in the car
leading up to the apartment?

How about criminals in uniform
gun down fellow officer,

hunt surviving brother.

Might sound good
on the news, right?

Enough.

I brought you here
to pool our resources

and find Chris unharmed
and in custody.

And the Sergeant
brought the medicals,

and as half-assed
as that help is,

he is here to help.

I'm listening.

So listen, then.

What have you learned?

I tracked Chris down
to a bowling alley.

There I found an
unconscious employee

and the signs of a
pretty bad fight.

But whoever was there
destroyed the security footage

before they left.

I have units there now
going over everything.

Right now, I think that
Chris went up against...

Where is the rest of
your squad, Sergeant?

Well, besides
Spencer and Gale,

who are resting at home,

where are they?

Off duty until morning huddle.

Goddamn timer.

Christ.

Don't move.

Please, don't kill me.

Shut up.

Put it on.

Okay, okay.

Keep going.

Keep going.

More.

Stand up.

Pick it up.

I didn't ask if you wanted to.

I didn't ask you
anything, actually.

Get up.

Pick it up.

Pick it up.

Take it.

I'm, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry!

I didn't want to.

It was Hatton and Perry,

not me.

I was just doing
what they told me.

What did he see, huh?

I don't know.

I don't know! I wasn't there!

Please!

Why don't I believe you?

Feel that?

Trying to talk?

Beg?

Can't get a single word out?

Now you know how he felt.

Code.

One, two, seven, nine.

Don't warn them.

I can do that myself.

All right.

I want your squad in my
office before morning huddle.

We're gonna go over
every bit of evidence

until I'm satisfied.

Tomorrow? Chris is
out there tonight,

right now.

Well, it's your
case, Detective.

Go detect.

See you in the morning.

How can you trust him?

We all know what he is.

Who says I trust him?

I need him.

There's a difference.

What?

Spencer's
in trouble, Sergeant.

Well, he's not the only one,

you fuckin' piece of shit.

Listen, whatever
you're doing to him

I'm gonna make look like
a trip to the beauty salon

when I'm done with you.

I don't think Spencer
likes that kinda language.

Wait, no!

Did you pull
the trigger, or Perry?

Which one of you
looked him in the eye?

Or were you even brave
enough to do that?

Brave? Brave?

You don't know a fucking
thing about brave, okay?

We protect you from the animals,

you ungrateful children,

because we have the strength
to do what you can't.

That's brave.

Putting down the threat.

Is that
what he was to you?

Threat?

Maybe he was both.

Maybe you are too.

Well, you're
gonna get the chance

to find out, Sergeant.

Sooner than you may think.

Oh yeah?

You wanna come for
me, is that it?

Well, you come and you
see what fuckin' happens,

'cause you got a lot more
to lose than a brother

and a shitty gym.

A lot more than you think.

When
you forget it's there

next to your door.

- I'm telling you, man.
- You'll make 'em wet

- and confused.
- It's crazy, Bro.

Shouldn't you guys be home?

Uh, and who are you?

Oh, hey.

Look at that.

That's me.

We're just chillin'.

Sure you are, Bro.

What's in the backpack?

School shit.

Oh yeah?

Not gonna find any
surprises in there, am I?

Okay, okay.

Clean this shit up.

What's that?

You got somethin' to say?

Nah, 'cause I'm pretty sure

- something on your mind.
- Whoa, take it easy, man!

Yo, chill, chill!

Well?

You sure you ain't got
any community feedback?

That's right! Go run home!

Hello?

Hey.

You're not the
begging type, are you?

Come on.

Was it you?

Were you the one that
pulled the trigger?

I
don't like to brag.

Why?

Ask me nicely.

Why?

I'll tell you what a
bitch your dead brother was.

Ah!

Oh, come on!

Don't you want your vengeance?

This is your big
revenge kick, huh?

Because your brother
died squealing,

something like that.

Run, Chrissy!

You know that all I have to
do is follow the blood, right?

Come on now, Chrissy!

You know you can't
run from the law.

You know Kenny Boy couldn't.

I did mention how
much your brother died

like a bitch, right?

Ah! Come out!

Have a little bit more balls
than your brother, huh?

Jesus! Are you okay?

Fine, it's not
as bad as it looks.

I gotta tell you, man,

you're gonna have a really
hard time convincing anyone

to keep you out of jail.

The bowling alley?

They came after me.

Right after you left, actually.

In fact, every other
cop I've laid eyes on

in the last 24 hours
has tried to kill me.

So jail's about the last
thing I'm worried about.

Who was it?

It was Gale and King.

After that, I went
after Spencer and Perry.

Now it's just Hatton.

Goddammit, Chris!

I told Archer I would
bring you in unharmed.

You've been running
around beating the shit

out of police all night.

What did you think
was gonna happen?

It doesn't matter!

Ken's dead!

I didn't,

I didn't even get
to say goodbye.

I don't know what you're
trying to accomplish,

but what it looks like
right now is you're obsessed

with delivering pain

and you don't give a shit
about justice for Ken.

I'm trying to help you.

Archer's trying to help you.

You're pretty much the only
one right now not helping you.

What?

Nothing.

Where are we going?

Were you followed?

No, I don't think so.

Michelle, can I talk to you?

Actually, do you wanna, um,

get some of that blood
off in the bathroom?

There's towels, just go nuts.

Jesus, Ab, are you okay?

No!

And neither are you or
your boyfriend upstairs?

Michelle, do you realize what
you've gotten yourself into?

What you've gotten me into?

Calm down.

What's going on?

Well, I recovered
something from that

I really shouldn't have seen!

Yes, what is it?

You better be sure
you wanna know the answer

to that question.

I'm sorry, Ab.

You shouldn't.

I'm sorry.

So am I.

I did this to both of you.

Michelle wouldn't have asked
you if I didn't ask her first.

She the only one I could go to.

Look, maybe I would've
done it anyway, okay?

Just watch it so we can
figure out what to do next.

Get down!

Ah!

Shit!

Is she?

Yeah.

How bad is it?

Shallow.

Clean through, just
keep pressure on it.

Ah!

Okay we gotta go, now!

You can move
faster without me.

No, you need help!

Chris, I'll be fine!

Get it to Archer.

Go!

Go!

I thought you
didn't like to get close

to this side of things.

I don't,

but you don't give me
much of a choice, do you?

It's the job, Boss.

You don't like what you see,

join the Red Cross.

This is how we keep the peace.

You don't
get to make jokes.

Not with Ken complaining
about you to me

every chance he gets.

And now he's threatening
to go over my head.

That's bad for all of us.

So keep your shit together

until I can get his
ass into another unit.

Clean this up.

I hear you, mm-hmm.

Get Spencer to bring
the car around,

we're outta here.

Oh shit, get him!

Shit, Deac, you okay?

Do I look okay?

Oh, fuck!

I had to take
all the back streets.

Fuck, I'm bleeding bad, man.

Yeah, you know
what? I got a kit.

Let's take you inside
and sit you down, okay?

Christopher?

Where's Michelle?

She's safe,

in rough shape but safe.

I'm getting her
all the help I can.

Are you safe? Where are you?

I wanna talk to her.

Just trust me.

She's fine, okay?

Christopher, where are you?

It's probably best
if you don't know.

Did you
recover the recorder?

I have the body cam.

Did you
see what's on it?

No. It's encrypted.

Okay, um, listen to me.

I'm gonna give you an address.

Bring it here, and we can
take care of this together.

I can help you, both of you.

Please, just let me help you.

Before that,

something I wanna ask you.

Anything.

Tell me why I left.

Tell me what happened
my last night.

Oh, come on, we both
know that that's just-

The truth.

Pam, I need to hear it from you.

A trigger-happy cop

who probably shouldn't
have had a badge

in the first place
shot an innocent man.

Ruined a promising career,

and it was swept under
the rug because of optics.

Is that what you wanna hear?

Okay, what's the address?

552 Horner Avenue.

Okay,
I'll be there soon.

He's on his way.

He knows?

He knows.

Jesus, Hatton.

Sure,
it's all him, right?

You're just his
commander.

You know what? You
talk too fuckin' much.

Loose ends later.

Is this
what you had in mind?

Helping me, helping Chris?

For what it's
worth, I'm sorry.

This is bigger than both of you.

I might not be able
to help, Detective,

but I can still hurt you.

So be quiet.

Last chance, Christopher.

I know.

It can still
end better than this.

Just give me the camera.

You can go anywhere.

How'd it ever
get like this, Pam?

Was it like this when
my dad was around?

Did he know?

Your dad knew the
way the world works.

He didn't like it, but he knew.

I made him a promise,

and I broke it.

I couldn't protect Ken.

I can keep my promise with you.

Please, Christopher.

So that's it then.

You're gonna let that
piece of shit walk,

and the bodies
continue to pile up

as long as you stay
behind your desk

while the optics last.

You never understood,

not from day one.

Regret is useless.

This! This is necessary!

Even the brutality, I can,

I can guide it,

point it at the right target.

No matter who's in the way.

You know, I have one regret.

In all this confusion,

I never got to
finish your seminar.

Enough of your
bullshit, Hatton.

No more games.

Play all the
fuckin' games I want.

Fuck you.

This was your plan?

A fuckin' toy?

Do you have any idea what
you're standing up against?

Any idea what's at stake?

You think 'cause
you quit your job,

you quit your duty,

that you can look down on us?

On me?

Hatton, the camera!

Yes, Ma'am!

Move.

Just make it quick.

Blue
means dead, right?

Fuckin' piece of shit.

It's far enough.

Listen to that.

That's you.

Shut up.

What's wrong?

This is what you wanted.

I never wanted this.

It's necessary.

You don't understand.

You keep saying that,

but you betrayed everything

and everyone you
said you'd protect.

Piece of shit.

Waited all night to do this.

Come on! Get up,
you piece of shit.

Hey, Chris!

You know, my first
day on the job,

I had a beer with your dad.

I liked him.

Your brother, not so much.

Chris.

Oh, come out, Bud.

Just wanna finish what
we started.

Come on, Buddy!

I'm only gonna bash
your fuckin' head in.

Come on!

You're gonna pay

for all of it.

You and
your fuckin' toys.

Drop it, both of you!

You know,

you think you're gonna
put an end to all this,

but you're not.

This started way before you.

It's gonna end way after,

'cause you're just a
piece of shit.

And guys like me will
always be necessary.

You're afraid of
everyone on the other side

of that blue line.

That's what you think.

I said drop it, Hatton!

Ken would be proud, Chris.

So would your dad.

I hope so.

It's gonna be okay.

What
constitutes a threat?

Is it a person?

Is it a weapon?