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Ooh. What's that?

What's what?

The box with the bow?

My daughter Sasha is turning 21 in two days.

Clem's brother's got a really good hookup resell 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 shopping for life-shortening and shit,

cheeseburgers, guns.

Does he deep-fry bullets?

He might.

You can damn near deep-fry anything these days.

Well, I never got a gun when I turned 21.

I don't know what you talking about.

How much did 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 artiste.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Dispatcher: Unit to clear for 10-11, possible adw,

code 5, in Indian Springs casino. Enter to clear.

Shit. 3-Edwards-20 responding, en route.

Mmm.

God damn it.

Can't even fucking eat a cheese...

Let me enjoy my meal.

This is a fucking mess.

I'm gonna let you finish that heart attack and I'MMA 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!

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, now!

Which one of you gonna arrest me?

All right. Somebody arrest me. Let's go. Now!

On the ground. Get on the ground.

Will one of you people please fucking arrest...

Whoo!

You're under arrest.

Oh, my god.

Kim.

Kim: I'm coming.

Well, what do we have here?

Picked up a boy toy for you, Kim.

Aren't you just the sweetest thing on god's green 40,

and look at this pretty que purse.

Teddy: Can I get my cell?

The only cell you're getting is the one you're spending the night in.

Kim: Hold on, what happened to your eye?

Valerie: This charming man.

Kim: Hit a woman?

Teddy, you're bleeding.

A lot.

Whoa. What the hell is this?

A bullet by, he got shot.

Get him downstairs, get him stitched up.

Maybe the boredom will get him talking.

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

My god, what the fuck?

Mitchell: Hey, what the hell is going on?

Who's on intake?

Last week, you's just 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.

Mitchell: "Sorry, Mitchell," 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?

Cop 1: Looks like a cop car.

Cop 2: Central state, 10-Otis-10.

Shitload of bullets everywhere.

10-Otis-10.

Windows are busted.

10-Otis-10.

Kim, get the fuck out the damn bathroom.

Jesus Christ.

Got the bladder of a fucking toddler.

This is 50, over.

We got 11-55 up ariat road.

It's an unmarked crown Vic with a dash lamp.

I can't find it registered anywhere.

Vehicle's also shot up.

Copy, 10-Otis-10.

Clarify "shot up," please. Do you mean bullet damage?

Hey, stop, buddy. Stop! Shit! Stop!

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

10-Otis-10, is everything okay?

Oh, shit.

Mitchell: Copy, 10-Otis-10, this is 50, over.

What the fuck?

Cop: Stay down! Stay the fuck down!

Cop 1: The fuck is wrong with you?

Cop 2: He's drunk off his ass.

Mitchell: 10-Otis-10? 10-Otis-10, is everything okay?

You're doing a little drinking tonight, asshole?

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

Mitchell: 10-Otis-10, is everything okay?

You almost killed a state trooper, you dumb fuck.

Do you need assistance, 10-Otis-10?

Get him in, get him in.

Cop: 50, this is state 10-Otis-10.

Some goddamn drunk almost ran us down just now.

Can we process him at your station?

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

All righty, 50, we're 10-8.

Give us 30 minutes.

Mitchell: All right now, out.

You all right?

Fucking overtime, my ass.

You got fragmentation here, Teddy.

Someone trying to kill you?

Is that why you were trying to get arrested tonight?

You 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 miniscule 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.

What ever happened to him?

He was stabbed and killed in a parking lot of an applebee's.

He let the day get past him, and the devil was right there.

Hey, sarge.

Hey.

We got a unmarked crown Vic, full of bullet holes,

just found abandoned by state troopers.

That mean anything to you, Teddy?

I want my phone call now.

Operator: Operator. Name of the person you're trying to reach?

Lorraine faith. F-a-i-t-h.

Newsreader: Law enforcement officials 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 are on the case.

Operator: Please hold.

Woman: 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.

Valerie: Time's up, Teddy.

Nothing.

Okay.

You can let go.

I didn't... I didn't get through.

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... just let me check my phone.

Let me check my cell.

I mean, how... how's that gonna hurt you?

Well, 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.

Smells like Satan's asshole. Anybody home?

Yeah, this dipshit 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. Dhveflshcense? Social security?

Don't think so.

All right. John Doe it is.

What the hell is this?

It's my Insulin.

What is that?

He's saying Insulin? I need it. I need it.

Talking about diabetes. You're diabetic, aren't you? You diabetic?

Not every fat guy has diabetes.

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

How's that workout coming along?

Yeah. I gave up on the workouts.

Just make decisions, man.

Yeah, I'm making the decision not to work out.

Yeah. I think he shit himself.

No, no, no. We're not in there. We're not in there. We're over here.

You guys stink of booze.

Here we go.

Hold on. Hold him, Ruby.

Got it.

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.

Teddy: You got any food? I'm famished.

Just loaf. What the hell is loaf?

If you're into that dried 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?

I 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, Teddy!

Somebody! Hey! Listen to me.

914 glenview Crescent, 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.

Hand me a hot dog.

Shut the fuck up!

If you guys keep fucking with me,

I'MMA bring the hose in on both of y'all bitch asses.

Sorry.

What do they want?

You know what they want.

If we make a deal...

Listen, Teddy.

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

because you obviously can't.

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 you'll spare 'em? Hmm?

Guarantees aren't mine to give, Teddy.

You know how this goes, 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?

Mitchell: Officer Huber.

You on a playdate or something?

Where the fuck are my evidence inventories?

There he is.

They're keeping you in the cage.

You, uh... you finally getting those inventories straightened out?

I'm trying.

Fucking Mitchell wants everything letter-perfect.

Yeah. It's the 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, barnesie.

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. You don't have to worry about me.

Okay. I'm good.

Woman: 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. First48, turning 72, turning 96.

It's embarrassing. I mean, he's only the Attorney General of Nevada.

This fucking guy muretto has been busted

more times than I've made busts.

Twenty-two 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 use the 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 got to land on that cylinder.

Squirrel soup.

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. It's cool.

So, you're all cocky now 'cause you got that fancy blackhawk.

You didn't think I noticed that?

I'm surprised you noticed it sitting all comfy-cozy on my hip.

I'll quick-draw you for it.

My redhawk versus your blackhawk.

I got 30 seconds.

Don't let the sarge see us dicking around, okay?

We're gonna do this?

Today. Oh, yeah.

All right. You ready, gunslinger?

It's your move, cowgirl.

Officer down. Officer down!

You know what? Speed kills.

Oh. I can put my grubby fingers on...?

Every time.

Get quicker, man.

Popsy would be disappointed.

I know who you are, pal.

I've heard all about you.

Legendary Bob viddick.

Some chilling shit floating around about you.

That poor bastard in tampa,

you cut off his arm with a carving knife,

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

It was his leg.

I've heard about you too, Teddy.

They say you're very effective.

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

is a cross between a fluke and fucking miracle.

More magic trick than anything, really.

Mind over matter.

I give people what they want.

And take more than you need.

Yeah.

Hey, what do you say we cut through all the bullshit?

You wanna live.

That'd be nice.

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 you 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.

Mitchell: 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.

Twenty-two arrests, zero convictions.

Who?

Our mystery man, Teddy muretto.

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 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, 'cause 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.

Hubeh

Huber, you in here?

Shit.

Bullshit.

Anybody got eyes on Huber?

Get him!

If you see him, tell him to get his ass in my office right now!

Huber: 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?

Fuckin'...

Fuck fireball, dude.

This fucking hangover is gonna be a motherfucking bitch

if I don't get some aspirin in me, too.

Aspirin's bad for your liver.

Cool, dude. Thanks.

You a fucking doctor?

Yup.

I got my degree from the university of common sense.

Yeah, I didn't think you studied there.

I'm getting a sinking suspicion

that "huh" is the word

that best describes you.

I'm getting the fucking suspicion...

Fucking fuck you, dude.

What do you got there?

Shh.

Justa 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.

Oh, there it is again.

What?

Oh, that's good. Change it up. "Huh?" "What?"

Keep them guessing.

Dude.

Don't make me fuck you up in here, 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.

Help! Hey, somebody help!

Help!

Help!

Hey, help! Hey, somebody!

He's having a seizure!

False alarm, guys.

I got something that caught fire in one of these evidence bins.

Can someone please bring me a fucking fire extinguisher up here?

Valerie: We're on it.

Jesus Christ, that's loud.

What the fuck is happening?

Where you been, Huber?

Sarge's looking you.

His voice carries.

Hey, who's this?

That's the douchebag that clocked young at the casino.

Is he still down in holding?

Help!

My god, somebody please help this man!

He's gonna die!

Mitchell: Situation in holding.

Get your ass down to holding now!

Bob: He's gonna die!

He's gonna die!

He's... he's foaming at the mouth. It's like...

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

He did it! He did it!

He did it! Oh, my gosh.

Don't go in there!

Bob: He's not gonna make it! Please help him!

All right, buddy. Oh, my god!

Watch your back!

We got a prisoner who doesn't appear to be breathing.

He did it! Hey, watch your back!

Look out!

Fuck.

Oh, shit. Shit.

We got shots fired. We got shots fired.

Teddy: 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 would blah, blah, blah.

Drop that fucking gun.

Now.

All right.

What the hell happened?

We need an ambo in here now.

Check sarge.

He was shot?

No, but he was attacked.

And get the other guy up to the infirmary now.

Shit. He's having trouble breathing.

Cop: American male. Laceration to the head...

Give me your right wrist.

Anything I can do to help, officer?

Yeah. Shut the fuck up.

I'll be right here if you need anything. Move!

Cop: All right. Get him on three.

Ready? One, two, three. Up! The fuck you looking at him for?

Now you're good.

Yeah. Perfect. Right there, to your left. Here we go, here we go.

Come on.

Show me.

You wanna check 'em?

Sit down.

Sarge, sit up.

All right. Look at me.

All right. I think you dislocated yourjaw.

I'm gonna have to reset it. I'm gonna stick my thumbs in your mouth.

One, two, three.

Okay. Sit up.

Sit up.

All right. Get to the infirmary.

Get the goddamn door. I'm doing it. Come on.

There we go. All right. All right.

This guy's bleeding like a fucking geyser.

Up, up, up!

All right, sarge. I got you. Sit.

Kimball, where's the fucking ambulance?

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

This guy's bleeding like a fucking geyser.

All right, sarge.

I think his windpipe is crushed.

What... what are you doing?

We're gonna have to open his airway so he can breathe.

No, no, no. Let's wait on... Let's wait on the ambulance.

Valerie: Wait on the ambulance?

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

Just calm down. Just calm down. It's okay.

Hey, that's just gonna fuck... let's just wait for the doctor, all right?

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

On a fucking cadaver? Was it a cadaver before it started?

Are you fucking kidding me? What? I'm... I'm nervous.

I make bad jokes when I'm nervous. Just cut the...

Then refrain so I... Let me focus.

Hey, aren't you left-handed?

Shutthefuckup. Fuck, yeah, youtelefl-handed!

Fuck! Just wait... are you sure?

Let's just wait on the ambulance! Oh, god.

All right.

All right.

Are we steady yet?

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.

Jesus, fuck, kimball!

Don't do that!

Motherfucker, what are you in my biz for?

Yeah. 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 a while.

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.

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?

Why 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-ass-ing 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, remember?

Stop fucking around. Okay?

I am as far away from fucking around as you can possibly get.

You still drunk?

Sober as a judge.

Hnnn. Youtegonna fuck with me? Nope.

Not you.

Problem solved.

Look, this is way beyond anything you wanna get involved with, lady.

You don't fucking understand.

No, you don't understand how incredibly fucking bored I am.

Okay. Fuck it.

You wanna 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 handle them all. Call it high-end consultancy.

You're a fixer?

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

I manufacture. Opportunities.

Bob: 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?

Will, motion's done.

Teddy: Now, the people I work for, they got their hooks into everything.

Just need you to sign it so I can file.

Teddy: And when I say everything in the state of Nevada,

I'm talking about the gaming industry.

Oh, my... oh, my god

Teddy: That is the summit from which everything else flows forth.

Now, my job is simple.

I keep 'em talking, I keep 'em happy.

This guy fenton... Uh... he was a crusader.

So you tried to buy him off?

Teddy: Multiple times.

And he wasn't biting?

Teddy: 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 perjure yourself

to 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 be.

Get people to turn.

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

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?

Teddy: They almost blew me the fuck up.

So I had to go to ground, disappear.

Bob: 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? What, you don't know...

It means if you push too much, then you get pushed back hard...

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.

Teddy: A pair of Vegas's finest drove me out of town

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

It was bullshit.

These cops were bent.

I had a date with a hole in the desert.

Thank god the feds were shadowing me, or! Would've been totally fucked.

Agent 1: FBI!

Agent 2: Drop your weapons!

Damn it!

Man 1: Overthere! Mother... fuck!

Man 2: Where the fuck is muretto? Man 1: I don't know!

Man 2: Stop him!

Man 1: He's in that fucking car! Get him!

Fuck!

Teddy muretto does not die, motherfucker!

Valerie: This is young, down in holding. Kim, you around?

Right here, sugar.

Are Barnes and Ruby still off-site?

They're on their way back with the 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.

Kim: There hasn't been a call-out.

I know. Just have them radio once they're on the scene.

It's going to be all right, sarge.

We're gonna take care of everything.

How are you feeling, sarge?

He good?

Yeah. Yeah, he's still breathing.

Is that ambulance coming from Reno?

They're fucking taking forever.

I'll ask kimball to call them again.

Don't let him fall asleep.

I got it.

6-Charles-12, this is central.

Barnes: It's Barnes.

Barnes, give me one second. Young coming up right now.

Valerie: Kim.

I've got Barnes at the motel.

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

Goth. Barnes.

Yeah, young, what are we supposed to be seeing out here?

Any signs of a shootout?

Shell casings, blood spatter, drag marks?

We need an update on the ambulance, please.

Barn es: No, nothing.

All right. Thanks.

About 10 minutes on the 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 his scans come back from my office?

No, not yet. Huber already asked.

About what?

The prints. John Doe.

Why the fuck is Huber asking about that?

Bob: Can I ask you a personal quesfion, Teddy?

Teddy: Don't see why not.

You had it all.

You know, they took good care of you, didn't they?

Money, women, whatever.

Why in the hell would you give that up?

You know, 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 should've, would've, could've.

Nah, 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?

Notonce?

Tell me, Teddy.

You've 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 are 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.

Valerie: What about this other guy, viddick?

Woman: I'm not familiar with him.

Probably a cutout.

Notched.

Mob mostly contracts third-party participants for heavy lifting like this.

These are distinctly bad people, officer.

So the quicker we can get muretto 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 muretto has made more enemies than I can count.

So, what did he tell you about this little daring escape he pulled off?

Valerie: That a pair of crooked cops got ambushed by the feds,

touched off a big gun fight.

Have you turned up anything on that? No.

Nota thing.

Thank you.

That's it.

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 wellness check.

I'm sure everything's fine.

Let me check my cell phone.

You can't check your cell phone, 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?

She's probably trying to text me or call me. She doesn't know what to do.

When Vegas pd reaches back out, I'll let you know.

I'll let you know.

Kim: Robert k. Viddick.

All known associates.

What do we have here?

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

Anthony lamb.

What kind ofjerk-off name is that?

"Manslaughter. Assault with deadly weapon. Battery."

I have a birthday balloon bouquet for officer Huber.

You lookjust like this fucking assbag down here.

Anthony: Oh, come on now. You're kidding me.

No, you got to check this out. Look at this.

What? You lookjust like him.

The resemblance is fucking uncanny.

Now, what are the odds?

Uh-oh.

Hold on, everybody.

Hold steady now.

Ooh, the boats a-rockin'.

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

Sorry it got... 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.

He got no pulse.

You say... you said he fell?

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, to clarify, I shot him in the head, and then he took a little tumble.

Whoo.

Dang.

What?

Are you...

Is that your blood right on my head where I shot you on your head?

Imagine that.

Anthony Jay lamb, you got to buy yourself a lottery ticket today.

Ooh, I hope they're powerballing.

Kimball.

Where the fuck's that ambo...

Oh, shit.

What the fuck? Hey, who the fuck are you?

Hey, hang on. I'm calling for help, man.

Easy, easy, easy. Vvhatthefuck_.

God damn. No... What the fuck happened?

I'm just a balloon man, man. I'm calling for help, buddy.

God damn, son.

Did ya...?

What is the first rule of policing, huh?

Beware of the unusual element.

And in this scenario, I believe that it's me.

Officer... well, officer formerly known as pena.

Pena.

Get down, motherfucker.

Flat as a board. Get...

What the fuck is that?

I used to be a much better man.

What the fuck was that?

Anthony: Oh, shit now.

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.

Fuck.

Valerie: You got to be fucking shitting me.

The guy was firing what looked like a snub-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.

Young, it's me.

Come let me out of the cell, okay?

You don't know what's going on out 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 kimball have been killed.

Be aware, we have an armed assailant on-site.

He's outside the cell block atpresent. Over.

Damn.

Teddy: Young, you don't have much time.

You're bleeding out.

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

You have no idea what's going on out there, you are wounded badly.

Get me the fuck out of here.

Ouch.

Damn.

Now, that does appear to be bulletproof.

Anthony: God damn.

Whoo!

Anthony lamb.

Is that big bad Bob viddick?

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

You know this whackjob?

Yeah. He's a...

Miss law and order,

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

and I get the hell out of your head tout suite, huh?

Theodore muretto. 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 old Tom Cruise in that samurai picture that nobody watched.

God damn, Bob, what's happening in there?

Uh... yeah, hey, Anthony.

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.

Anthony: No, no can do, Bob, this contract is free-fire,

as there are competing parties for one Theodore muretto.

Bob: 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 totino in Chicago have a $65,000 stick around your head?

He does indeed, Bob,

and all he's gotten back are the heads of the assholes he sent to collect mine.

Clear off my contract now, Anthony, or as god is my witness,

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

and drive it to Chicago, I shit you not.

Meow.

Is that a gauntlet you're throwing down there, Bob?

Are we gonna duel to the death?

Well, if so,

I foresee 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 accent, muretto?

Muretto...

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

Meow.

Bob: Now you see the difference?

That is a psychopath.

Valerie: 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, 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. Let me help you.

Bob: I don't care what that fucking idiot says, don't fucking do it.

Both of you, shut the fuck up.

God.

Fuck.

Huber: 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.

Huber: The suspect fled the scene. It's over.

Passcode ain't working. Did you change it?

Yeah.

Huber: Well, tell me what it is, so I can get in there and help you.

Where's Mitchell?

Huber: 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... iwasn't near my radio.

Valerie!

Valerie: Huber...

Why were you interested in those iafis scans?

Huber: What's that?

Kimball said you asked about the iafis scans for our dui.

Yeah. You know what?

I just had a really bad feeling about that guy.

Which guy?

Viddick, the dui.

He was processed as John Doe.

Where did you get the name viddick?

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

Is he whispering in your ear?

Huber: They don't care about us.

All we have to do is stand down and give them muretto.

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, hon.

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?

Yeah, we are. We're gonna come in there, you stupid fucking bitch!

You hear me?

We're getting in there!

Teddy's dead...

That's what I said

ooh, 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 misuse him rip him up and abuse him

another flunky's plan

you fucked with the wrong man

ooh, a terrible blow but that's how it goes

Teddy on the corner now

and you're gonna be a flunky wow

remember, Teddy dead

Ooh, that's what I said

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

actually, he's got a pretty nice voice.

Huber: This is it.

Anthony: Can we access it through these ducts?

It's 12 inches in diameter, it's way too narrow.

How about we break down that door?

This thing is like a 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 muretto's cell right here.

I mean, it's a thick son of a bitch, probably it's a foot of solid concrete.

Well...

We bang some rock.

What do you think they're doing out there?

Finding away in.

And 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 muretto'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.

Valerie: 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? Déja vu.

That's not deja vu, dummy.

Yes, it is. No, it's not.

Deja vu is when you experience the exact same thing the second time.

Or the sensation that you have.

Why are you taking his side?

How the fuck am I taking his side?

You said that your great grandfather had to fight, that he was overrun,

and he had no choice, like me, sitting right here. Déja 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.

Are 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, 'cause I'm the bad guy?

Shit.

Here they come.

Hey, asshole,

you're gonna help me or you're just gonna sit there eating that shit?

We just got but the one hammer there, hoss.

Yeah, I get that, but I... 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.

Yup, well...

You're in the cop business,

so that makes you a murderer.

But I'm in the murder business, so that just makes 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.

Oh, come on, man, I can't imagine 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 at... 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 to the mighty hammer.

So carry on, my norseman.

Come on, Thor!

I think we're out of prayers, young.

I don't wanna see you bleed out,

and I don't wanna see anybody take the skin off your bones.

I just wanted to get the fuck out of here.

Bob: Young, you wanna see a 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.

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

But I'm trusting you, Teddy,

to do as you say and help me and not run from this.

Bob: All Teddy does is run.

He's 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.

Bob: Oh, you just fucked us both.

In the kitchen, next to the intake lobby,

there's a trauma kit above the fridge.

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

Valerie: 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 with it?

I can't be sure. Best guess.

Where were they found?

In a runoff slough near lake mead.

Yeah, it was him.

Was a butt-naked tranny with a mask on.

Dude, you can't say... You can't say "tranny."

You have to say "transvestite."

That's your call? Now you have to say "transvestite."

Itsjusthke_. Fuckthat

hey, where the fuck is everybody?

They're 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, you guys. You're back. Why are you back?

We ran out to a scene for val.

What the fuck are you doing? And who's this? Why does he have a...

No, no, wait, hold on.

Huber, Huber, I don't know nothing.

I didn't see nothing, man. I got kids.

He's not gonna say anything.

Tell him you're not gonna say anything.

I swear to fucking Christ, I won't say a thing.

Are you sure?

Look, you can trust him, he's my friend.

Oh, y'all are friends? Yeah.

Yeah, then you shoot him.

All friendly-like. What?

I can't. Not... 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, god.

So if you plan to be more humane, now is the fucking time.

No, Huber, Huber, come on, man.

I'm shot and wounded.

Fuck!

I'm sorry, Barnes.

Look at me, dude, look at me. You were right.

Anthony: No more haggling, man, come on!

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

It'll be over in just a second. Just close your eyes, all right?

I promised...

Bob: 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.

But you were so hell-bent on saving the day,

that you wound up shooting yourself.

I won't 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.

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

What the fuck?

How did 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,

you're 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.

Teddy dead, motherfucker

ooh, that's what I said!

Motherfuckin' Teddy's dead

oh!

Teddy!

You... you shot me.

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

and saved your family, too.

Look, all they wanted was those names.

And, well, and all the money you stole, you thieving little motherfucker.

You shootin' at shadows, Mr. Teddy.

Yeah, you better conserve that ammo. You're gonna need it.

You owe me a gunfight.

Remember, Teddy dead.

Fuck. Officer Huber.

Listen, I...

Anthony: I sedated 'em, Teddy.

They were sound asleep when I put the ziplocs over them,

but it didn't take but two minutes. I didn't want 'em to suffer.

They didn't fuck up, Teddy. You did.

You were 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've done.

It's fucking Huber.

What?

Anthony.

Hey, Bob...

Now it hurts.

I'm gonna need something just a little bit bigger, Anthony,

to cut off your head.

That's your reaction?

Fuck.

Motherfucker...

Parlay.

What?

Pirate code.

A temporary ceasefire to achieve a common end,

as in this end.

Our little lost lamb isn't dead just yet.

So I'm gonna let you send him off.

Revenge for your family.

Then you and I are gonna resume...

Anthony: Oh, man.

You motherfucker.

It hurts.

Hey.

The water.

The water...

Not bad, is it?

That's jackfruit.

It's not chicken.

I mixed 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.

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 was just wondering where all this is going.

Yeah. Me too.

I guess we'll find out soon.

I radioed in a code 3, 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 already stabbed me in mine.

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

Unless you had something else in mind.

Thank you, sarge.

Thanks, pena.

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

Or maybe I'm your devil now.

And this is our day.

You can't run from this. Hell's already here.

You know, val,

I'm just sitting here wondering where things wentwrong between us.

We were off to such a good start. Val, val, val! Wait, wait!

Give me 10 seconds. Give me 10 seconds of your time.

Just give me 10 seconds.

I'm sorry, officer.

Good for you. You didn't beat me, Bob.

What's in the bag, Bob?

Go home, val.

She with you? Schier?

What does it matter? You made it.

Let this go, val.

Let it go.

Yeah. There you go.

Come on.

Valerie...

Forget it.

Bob: Hey, it's viddick.

All good. Muretto's burned.

Yeah, sure. Easy breezy.

Oh, by the way, you wanna call that Joe totino in Chicago.

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

Dispatcher: All units, be advised,

we have an unidentified white male suspect...

I thought it was over.

In a stolen police cruiser, last seen exiting the gun creek police station...

Cop: What was that, officer?

Heading southbound on i-15.

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

Right now.

Dispatcher: All units, be advised, bolo, bolo, on a white male suspect

identified as Robert k. Viddick, Robert k. Viddick,

last seen exiting the gun creek police station.

He is 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, ha

oh, 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 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 Freddie's dead that's what I said

e verybody'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

Freddie's on the corner now

if you wanna be a junkie, wow remember, Freddie's dead

oh, oh, oh, oh

hey, hey

love, love

hey, hey