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(dramatic whooshing)

(gentle chimes)

(siren wailing)

(dramatic music)

- [Reporter] It is an absolute bloodbath out there.

I mean these perpetrators are the ones

who are now actually being brutalized.

Now look, I might get hot water for saying this,

but it's about time that someone stood up to the filth

that has plagued in this city.

The mayor and law enforcement

sure in the hell aren't doing anything about it.

And you'd think they're actually rooting for the bad guys.

No one's been arrested as of yet.

I'm not sure if they even have any suspects.

And if they do, they're not releasing it to the public.

This mysterious individual or a group of individuals

continues to wreak havoc on the dregs of society.

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(blows thudding)

(suspenseful music)

(Slash groans)

- You don't seem so tough to me.

So you like slapping girls around, is that it?

- I don't know what you're talking about, man.

- Oh, I think you do.

- I have money.

- I don't want your money.

- Then, what?

- My niece, her name is Amy.

Here you've been slapping her around.

You even kicked her in the stomach

with your steel-toed boots and threatened her life.

(blow thuds) (Slash groans)

- (spits) That is not what happened.

She's lying. I swear she's-

- Shut up!

You say another word, this ends bad for you.

(gun clicking) (anxious music)

I hate guns.

(ammunition clatters)

I prefer knives, like this.

People in my world die for what you did to my niece.

(suspenseful music)

Do you wanna die?

I didn't think so.

(knife whirs)

I don't like violence. I really don't.

But someone has to stand up to the cowards like you

and that guy is me.

You don't know my niece.

Forget she even exists.

You touch her again, I will find you

and I'll put you to sleep for good.

(Slash grunting)

(suspenseful music)

(intense music)

(engine revving)

(intense music)

(tires skidding)

- [Drunk] Watch where you going, jerk!

You could've killed me.

(suspenseful music)

(phone vibrating)

- Uncle Dos?

- Hi, Amy. Sorry for calling so late.

- Oh no, it's fine. I'm just doing homework.

Is everything okay?

- Couldn't be better. How are you doing?

- I'm good, yeah.

I'm a little worried that he might come back

and find me, but.

- He won't. It's taken care of.

- What happened?

What do you mean?

- Your, uh, your ex-boyfriend

or whatever you wanna call him,

we, uh, we had a little chat.

He won't be bothering you again,

if he knows what's good for him.

- Thank you. Thank you, Uncle Dos.

- Anytime. I don't want you to be by yourself, okay?

I want someone with you at all times until this blows over.

- Yeah, I will. I will.

- Call me if you need anything. I'll be there.

- You're the best, really.

(tender music)

- Give your mother my love.

I think you guys are coming over for Sunday dinner soon.

- I will. I'll let her know.

- Take care.

- Okay, bye.

(tender music)

- Who is that?

- Um, it was Uncle Dos.

- What did he want?

- Just called to say that he had a little talk

with you know who and I don't have to worry anymore.

- I am not really sure what that means,

but I'm going to assume that it's something good.

- I hope so.

- Well if he said so,

then I'm sure you don't have anything to worry about.

- I'm so stupid.

I don't even know what I saw in him in the first place.

- You are not stupid.

Hey, we all make mistakes.

Look at your father, a perfect example. Huge mistake.

(gentle music)

- He was really nice at first, Mom.

- (sighs) Yeah, aren't they all?

- He was in my anatomy class

and you know I kinda felt bad for him.

Nobody talked to him

and all the other boys just seemed so boring.

- You've always been so kind to the underdog.

- Well, it backfired.

And I found out he wasn't even enrolled here.

Before I knew it, he was just demanding things

that I couldn't give him and started to try to control me.

- Lesson learned. You just need to be more careful.

You've always had such a good heart, Amy.

I love you so much.

- Love you too, Mom.

(tender music)

(gentle tense music)

(intensifying anxious music)

(rubber creaking)

- [Janet] Dirk, dammit!

- [Dos] Stop!

- Dirk, stop! Dirk! - Mom!

- Stop, Dirk, you're drunk!

- You're a filthy whore!

I know you were with him!

- No, I wasn't. I swear.

I would never do anything

to hurt you. - Stop! Mommy!

- [Dirk] I can't even stand to look at you right now.

(hand slaps)

I'm through.

(Janet crying)

- Mom, Mom, Mom.

- I'm so sorry, baby.

- You get your bastard child

and get the hell outta my house!

- No! No! - Mom!

(Janet screaming)

- [Dirk] Get off her. Get off her.

(blow thuds)

- No! Dammit, I'll kill you!

(Janet groaning)

Stop! No!

(Janet gasping)

(Dirk panting) (dramatic tense music)

- Mom? Mom!

Mom, wake up.

Mom, wake up.

Mom, wake up.

Mom, wake up.

Mom, please, wake up.

Mom, wake up!

Wake up. Wake up!

(crying) Mom. Mom, please, wake up!

Wake up!

(intense dramatic music)

(Dos gasping)

- You okay?

- (panting) Hmm. Yeah, I'll be fine.

Just got a lot on my mind.

- Anything I can do?

- Erase my past.

- I wish I could.

- I'm gonna grab some water.

- Dos, I love you.

- I love you too.

(door creaks)

(insects chirping)

(tender music)

- Hi, Daddy.

- Hey there, princess.

- You came home late.

I tried to wait up for you.

- Yeah, I had some work to do.

I just wanted to see you.

(tender music)

- (yawning) I'm sleepy.

- Close your eyes.

Sweet dreams. I love you.

- I love you to, Daddy.

(tender music)

(kiss smacks)

(door creaks)

(latch clicks)

(vehicle horn honking)

- So, Slash is your name?

- Yeah, it's my street name.

- Yeah, it's a stupid name.

- In your opinion.

- Well it says here, your real name is Ernest Manzelli.

Is that right?

- Nobody calls me Ernie except my mom.

- Well, here's the deal.

Are you sure that this is the guy who assaulted you?

- Positive. Looked him up online.

- Now, how would you know who to look up?

Did he tell you his name

while he's beating you like a ragdoll?

- He snuck up on me and it was a cheap shot.

Next time, he will not be so lucky.

- I doubt it, and you're not answering my question.

- I know his niece. We used to date for a while.

Looked her up online and there he was.

I wanna press charges.

- I think this is what you would call

a case of mistaken identity, Ernie.

You see that guy in the photograph

is an ex-Navy Seal served this country,

won the Medal of Honor.

Not only that, he was a three-time Teacher of the Year,

pillar in the community.

Now you on the other hand,

are a convicted felon who steals purses from old ladies

and violates innocent women and children.

- I have never touched a child!

- If they're under 18,

they're considered a child in the eyes of the court.

You're a pervert and a predator. That's what you are.

- And your point is?

- My point is this, Ernie,

you're gonna forget what happened last night.

Erase it from your memory.

- And if I don't?

- I'm gonna make your life a living hell.

I'm not gonna let you ruin

the reputation of an upstanding citizen.

There's only a few of them left in the community.

But this city is full of little degenerate flea bags

such as yourself.

(Slash grunting)

Are we clear? Are we clear?

- Yes, man. Let go of my ribs dammit!

- Good.

So you and I aren't gonna have any problems anymore?

- Right.

- Is everything okay in here?

- Oh, peachy. I was just gonna leave.

You have yourself a nice night, Ernie.

- Dick. (anxious music)

(monitor beeping)

- In other news, our city's very own vigilante

continues their assault on the dregs of society.

The said victim is a convicted felon

and has inflicted violence

on both innocent women and children.

Whoever this unnamed hero is, I applaud you.

I, for one, am sick and tired of women and children

being abused and nothing being done about it.

As a survivor of abuse myself, we need you.

This city needs you.

The streets need to be cleaned up

and the law doesn't seem to be doing anything about it.

(dramatic music)

I'm Patty Tinsley with the "Channel Four Nightly News".

(suspenseful music)

- I don't care if it's the Pope.

I'm not gonna have some vigilante

roaming my streets terrorizing this town.

- Nobody's dead.

- Yet. Whose side are you on anyway?

- These supposed victims, Chief, are bottom feeders.

I ran their rap sheets.

Not one of 'em deserves the air they breathe.

- Well, the law is there to protect all the citizens.

We don't get to pick and choose.

- Well, what do you want me to do?

- Your job, investigate. See if it's our guy.

- [Johnson] There's no proof.

- We have three eyewitnesses.

- All who have recanted their statements.

- Probably, because you threatened their lives.

- My hands are tied.

- [Chief] What about the video evidence?

- The video's dark and blurry.

You can't even make out any facial features.

- Well, you're smart. You'll figure something out.

I'm starting to get some heat from the mayor.

This is making me look bad. Put an end to this.

I want an arrest made and soon.

- I'll see what I can do.

- Good. You can leave now.

You're starting to stink up the joint.

- Aye-aye, El Capitan.

- You're on my last nerve, Johnson. Leave.

- I'm gone.

- Asshole.

- [Johnson] I heard that.

- Now get me the mayor.

(gentle troubling music)

- In 1963 he led the march in Washington,

which was one of the largest rallies

in U.S. history at the time.

The march was to bring attention to inequality

and civil and economic rights for African Americans.

And it was at this particular rally

where Martin Luther King, Jr. delivered

the historic "I Have a Dream" speech.

The next year he was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize

for battling racial inequality through nonviolence.

(gentle anxious music)

He was only 35 years old at the time.

Youngest man ever to receive that prestigious award.

Sadly, after all that amazing work he did for his people

and this country, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

was assassinated on the evening of April 4, 1968

while standing on the balcony of his motel room.

He died a martyr.

Go ahead, man.

- What's a martyr?

- A person who was killed because of their beliefs,

religious or otherwise.

Can I help you?

- Yeah, Detective Johnson was hoping to have a couple words.

I won't take too much of your time.

- I knew it! He's an assassin.

- [Students] Ooh.

- All right, all right.

All right, probably just parking tickets.

Hey, start reading the next chapter in your history books.

All right, I'll be right back.

(students chattering)

- Nice speech.

Especially like the part about Dr. King being nonviolent,

yet he died by violence.

- Well, sometimes violence is necessary, Detective.

Of course not in the case of Dr. King,

but sometimes people need to know their boundaries.

- I would agree.

- What can I do for you, Detective?

- I'm here about a string of brutal beatings

that have occurred within the past few weeks in the city.

- Yeah, I've heard about that.

Been all over the news.

What's that gotta do with me?

- Oh, I think you know Mr. Jonze.

- I have no idea what you're talking about,

but I certainly hope you find who you're looking for.

- I already have.

He's standing right in front of me. I have proof.

I have three eyewitnesses that are willing to testify

and identify you in a lineup.

- Then arrest me, Detective, or let me go.

I got a class to teach.

- I don't wanna arrest you.

You're a model citizen for hell's sake.

The city's in love with you.

- Then what's the problem?

You got a bunch of filthy scumbags

running around the streets,

harassing innocent women and children

and no one's doing a damn thing about it.

- You're preaching to the choir.

You just can't take the law into your own hands.

- Like I said, arrest me or I walk.

- Do you think I like what's happening?

Nobody has respect for law and order anymore.

My hands are tied. I'm doing everything I can.

- All you need to do is turn the other cheek

and let me take out the trash.

- I wish it was that easy.

- It is that easy, Detective.

I'm willing to die for this cause, are you?

The good people of this city are begging for help.

Looks like you got a decision to make.

(anxious music)

- Don't leave town.

- Where am I gonna go?

I got a family and a city to protect.

You have yourself a nice day, Detective.

(anxious music)

- So I guess you heard they let Dirk out early?

- Yeah. What a joke.

Our legal system is pathetic.

I'll deal with him when the time is right.

- What do you mean by that, huh?

- Yeah, I'd like to know myself.

- Nevermind. I shouldn't have said anything.

- [Maggie] Dos, just don't do anything

that you're gonna regret.

- Everything'll be fine.

You have nothing to worry about.

Amy, how are you feeling?

- Good. Thank you again for what you did for me.

- What'd you do?

- Just had a little chat with her ex-boyfriend.

- Oh. - Wasn't a big deal.

Just making sure he wasn't gonna get outta line again.

- Aw, thank you.

We appreciate you always watching out For us.

It means a lot.

- That's what I'm here for.

(Maggie chuckles)

Okay, enough of this serious talk.

Who's ready for some homemade ice cream?

- Me. - Me.

- [Dos] Then you two can come help me in the kitchen.

- Bubblegum?

- Can we make bubblegum?

- [Dos] Of course we can, sweetie.

- Okay, save me some. - Okay. Save you some.

(gentle tense music)

- [Patty] His name is Manwell Hernandez of Mexico City,

a serial rapist.

All of his victims were found

within a three mile radius of where he was living

in the downtown district of Hollingsworth,

our very own backyard.

He was on trial for raping six women

between the ages of 16 and 60,

but has gotten off with a technicality,

a loophole within our legal system

that has set this monster free.

He awaits deportation

and faces zero consequences for his vile actions.

Our legal system has failed us miserably.

I wish I had more uplifting news to report, but I don't.

The America I once knew has gone up in flames

and that's just heartbreaking.

I'm Patty Tinsley signing off

with the "Channel 4 Nightly News".

(gentle tense music)

- What's this world coming to?

- I don't know anymore.

It breaks my heart for our daughter

and the world she has to face.

- Is everything okay?

- I'll be fine.

It's just coming up

on the 30th anniversary of my mom's murder.

(Dyonne sighs)

- (scoffs) I can't believe they let him out.

- I know. I'm sorry, Dos.

(tense music)

- I really thought he'd rot in prison

for the rest of his life where he belongs.

- He deserves to.

- I wish I knew where he lived.

- Dos, what are you doing?

Are you telling me everything?

- Of course I am.

- Okay, then what was all that about with Amy?

- I told you I, I just paid her ex-boyfriend a little visit.

He won't be bothering her again.

- But I found blood on your shirt.

(troubling music)

- Everything's gonna be fine.

(blows thudding)

(Mack groans)

- All right. I see that's how you wanna play.

(Dos groans)

- Bring it on. - Easy guys,

we're just sparring here.

- Bullshit.

(blow thuds) (Mack moans)

- Damn, Dos! What's wrong with you?

- He asked for it.

- Nice upper cut, though.

- Thanks. - Same time tomorrow?

- [Dos] I'll be here.

- [Coach] You okay, Mack?

(phone ringing)

- Who won?

- You did. - (chuckles) Right on.

Oh, I think I'm gonna puke.

- [Coach] Not on the canvas! Shoot for the bucket.

(Mack retching)

- Hey, Dos. Detective Johnson here.

- What can I do for you, Detective?

- Did you see the news last night?

- Yeah. Yeah, I saw it.

(Mack panting)

- You good?

- You sure I won?

(dramatic music)

- I don't understand.

Yesterday, you were about to read me my rights.

- I thought a lot about what you said.

I can't do this by myself anymore.

Nobody wants to be a cop.

And there's only one cop

for every 100,000 people in this city.

And everybody hates us until we're wanted.

I need you and the citizens need you.

- We can both go to prison.

- Look, if you are willing to die for this cause,

I'm gonna be right behind you.

My wife is dead. My kids won't talk to me.

Protecting the people's what I live for.

- What's this?

- It's the rapist's address.

It's a one-bedroom dump on the east side.

But you'll usually find him at night

in a hole in the wall called Duffy's Tavern.

He'll be there at the, for the next couple days

until he's deported for Mexico.

Make sure he goes out with a bang,

'cause we don't want him to come back to America ever again.

By the way, nice car.

- Thanks. It was my mother's.

- I'll keep in touch.

(car engine revs)

(troubling music)

♪ Pain's a blade on a silver knife ♪

- It feels like the walls are closing in.

Flooded with memories. Pushed to the brink.

I tried to protect her, but there was nothing I could do.

♪ My blue-eyed obsession hear my ♪

- We had to watch him take her life.

I never wanna feel that helpless again.

- None of this is your fault, Dos.

- That's what they keep telling me.

- God will provide justice in the end.

- Maybe, but things are different now.

- How so?

- He's out.

- Who's out?

- The man who killed my mother.

My stepfather.

♪ They don't understand ♪

- He was supposed to spend

the rest of his life behind bars, but he's free now.

♪ Love can make or break ♪

- I'm sorry to hear that.

♪ It's your fault so who can blame me ♪

♪ Picking petals ♪

- I've done things, things I should feel guilty about,

but I don't.

♪ It oughta be a felony ♪

- What kind of things, Dos?

- Somebody has to protect the innocent.

- Taking a life is against God's will.

You must refrain.

- God needs foot soldiers.

- Whatever you're thinking of doing, it's a sin.

"Vengeance is mine," sayeth the Lord.

- Thanks for hearing me out.

It's nice to have someone to vent to.

- Don't do anything you're going to regret.

(door clicks)

Do you hear me, Dos?

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

- Here you go.

- Put 'em on my tab?

- You bet.

- Thanks, man. - Uh-huh.

- [Manwell] Hey, (speaking in foreign language)

- You got it. Yeah.

Here you go, okay.

♪ Nobody's seen 'em ♪

♪ We all know they're here ♪

- [Manwell] (speaking in foreign language), pronto.

- It's your roll, man.

- Tonight it is.

You keep these coming, ese.

- [Bar Owner] You got it.

- [Manwell] (speaking in foreign language),

that means beautiful.

May I sit?

- If that other drink's for me.

- Of course, it's for you.

♪ In this hopeless love ♪

- To love at first sight.

- Whatever you say, sweetheart.

♪ Like it was yesterday ♪

♪ But it was 40 years ago ♪

(car engine revving)

(soft brooding music)

(car horn beeping)

(upbeat bar music)

- What's your poison?

- Cranberry juice. No ice.

- [Bar Owner] Keeping your wits about you?

- Something like that.

- Perfect. It's a two drink minimum, 10 bucks.

- Keep the change.

- Hey, appreciate it.

Oh, if you get hungry, let me know.

The wings here are killer.

- Thanks.

♪ Gonna have X's on your eyeballs ♪

♪ And birds flying around your head ♪

♪ If you take it all too personal ♪

♪ Somebody else'll win ♪

- (laughing) That did not really happen.

You're kidding me. Oh, no way. (gasps)

- (groans) Oh, I got you (speaks in foreign language).

I got you. You're all mine tonight.

- I'm yours? - Oh, yes.

We're gonna have a good time tonight.

- So where are you taking me?

(fist smacks) - Shut up, bitch!

(victim crying)

(victim screams)

- Go home, now!

(intense dramatic music)

That will be the last woman you ever lay your hands on.

- Oh, you think so, ese?

- Yeah, I know so.

(Manwell grunts)

(Manwell spits)

(Manwell moans)

- What are you doing, ese?

(knife zings)

(Manwell moaning)

- Sh, sh! You're okay.

Now, do I have your word that you are done raping women?

- Yes, ese. I swear it on Jesus. (panting)

- Good. I believe you.

You can go now. It's dangerous out here.

You might need this.

(knife blade zings)

(Manwell speaking in foreign language)

(dramatic foreboding music)

(Manwell moaning)

(bones crack)

(dramatic music)

(Dos speaking in foreign language)

- [Chief] Explain this.

- There's nothing to explain.

A piece of human garbage is dead

and the world's a better place for it.

- Don't get smart with me, Johnson.

I told you the mayor's breathing down my neck.

Did you investigate?

- I did. - And?

- [Johnson] I'll take it from here.

Go fill out the crime report

but not the back sheet.

I'll do that at the station.

- Copy that.

- What happened?

- Found him out here when I closed up for the night.

- [Johnson] Do you know who he is?

- He's a paying customer. That's all I know.

- He's a serial rapist waiting to be deported to Mexico.

- [Bar Owner] I didn't know.

- Now you do.

Is this the guy you saw tonight?

- Yeah. Yeah, that's him.

- You recognize me?

- Yeah, I know you.

- You should.

I've seen your little drug dealing

you got going on here numerous times.

As a matter of fact, found a kilo of blow

underneath the cash register in the bar.

- Bullshit!

- Bull true.

It's in my car sitting on my seat

marked as evidence as we speak.

Should get you some time behind bars.

Shut you down for a while.

Till you get a lawyer. Fight the legal system.

I'm gonna go after you until I get 15 to life.

- What kind of crooked-ass cop are you? You set me up.

- I'm the kind that protects and serves your community.

So show me some respect.

- What do you want from me a kickback?

- Don't want your drug money.

- What? - You know that guy

you saw tonight?

You don't know him, you haven't seen him

and he hasn't been here tonight.

- Okay, why?

- He's a hero.

And if you play nice

when I'm passing by your joint, I'll pass through

and let you continue to be the degenerate that you are.

- You got it, boss.

- Good boy.

- I'm not a dog.

- Yeah, I know. You're a slug.

Don't make me come back.

(tense music)

- [Chief] So that's your story?

- Yeah, there's nothing to this, Chief.

Whoever did this wasn't Jonze.

It was probably some random beat down of a true scumbag.

You should be happy.

- What are you up to Johnson?

- 5' 11", 180.

- Very funny, smart-ass.

- I try. Would you like some coffee, Chief?

- No, but you can take

a long walk off a short pier, asshole.

- All right.

You don't have to tell me twice. I'm gone.

- Yeah and close the door behind you.

(utensils clinking) (TV voices chattering)

(Cindi giggling)

- Good morning, Daddy.

- Hey, baby girl.

- How come you're sleeping on the couch?

- Uh, I, I fell asleep watching TV.

- How come there's blood on your face, arms and hands?

- That's not blood, sweetie.

That's just red paint 'cause dad was helping me

with a project in the garage last night

while you were sleeping.

(voices on TV chattering)

- Oh, (chuckles).

- Okay, you better get going.

You're gonna miss the bus.

Got your lunchbox in there?

- Yep. - Okay. Have a great day.

Give me a kiss.

- Muah. Love you, Mommy. - Love you.

- [Cindi] Your face is kind of messy, Daddy.

(kiss smacks) Bye, Daddy.

- Bye, baby.

- (sighs) You're scaring me.

Please just talk to me.

- What do you want me to say?

- [Dyonne] The truth.

- I'm not sure you'd like the truth.

- Only days away from being deported back to Mexico City,

accused serial rapist Manwell Hernandez

was found brutally beaten and murdered

in the parking lot of a downtown bar.

As of now, there are no eyewitnesses.

This is the first killing of what seems to be

some sort of vigilantism that's taken place

over the past few weeks.

No matter what side of the law you are on,

it seems as though the cold hand of justice has been served.

I'm Jason Mills reporting.

(gentle anxious music)

(car engine revving) (birds chirping)

- All I want is an address, Detective.

- Why?

- Because he did some very bad things, that's why.

- What sort of bad things?

- He murdered my mother.

- I'm, I'm sorry to hear that, Dos.

I wasn't aware of that.

It says here he got paroled early for good behavior.

Some sort of role-model convict.

- He's no role model. He scarred me and my sister for life.

I have unfinished business with him.

- I hear you, Dos. I hear you.

He's at a secure nursing facility for sick felons.

It's kinda like a halfway house,

uh, on the west side of the city.

I could send you the security code to get in.

- Thanks. Bye.

(traffic noise droning)

(tense music)

(birds chirping)

(ominous music)

(car engine revs)

(soft brooding music)

(birds chirping)

(dramatic brooding music)

(door bangs)

(keypad beeping)

(door clicking)

(door clicks)

(guard laughing)

(playful music on video)

- Hey, did you see that?

- Huh? - On the monitor.

Did you see that?

- I don't know.

I wasn't paying any attention.

- Oh, of course you weren't paying any attention.

You were too busy stuffing your face full of pizza

and watching the stupid cat videos.

- Dude, they're hilarious. You wanna check one out?

- No, I don't want to check one out, okay.

Just pay attention, all right. Focus.

I'm gonna run playback.

Okay, did you see that?

Whoever that is is not supposed to be there.

I'm gonna call it in.

(door creaks)

(door clicks)

(soft anxious music)

- Who are you?

What do you want?

(blow thuds)

(tense music)

- I don't have any monies

(gentle suspenseful music)

and I don't know you.

- Janet.

- Who?

- Ow. No! - Get off of her!

- [Dos] Janet Jonze.

Mom! My mother.

- Dos? Is that you?

It's good to see you.

Kind of you to visit.

- Shut up.

- What can I do for you?

(tense music)

(Dirk gasps)

- You'll never know the pain you've caused.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I've changed. I've changed.

(suspenseful music)

- Maybe, maybe not.

But you can't change the fact

that you murdered my mother in cold blood.

- Don't hurt me. I'm just an old man.

- Who deserves to die.

(suspenseful music)

- Look, okay, I lied.

I have money. It's in the bank.

You could have it all.

- Not another word.

(Dos whimpers) (Dirk gasps)

- Please, please don't kill me.

I, I'm begging you.

Please, please, please. (crying)

- (panting) Ah.

- You're not worth it.

You deserve to rot here for the rest of your life

for what you did to her.

You'll burn for this you son of a bitch.

(Dirk crying)

(suspenseful music)

(Dos sniffling)

- Yeah, that's what I thought. You're still weak.

Just like when you were a little boy,

you couldn't even protect your mommy.

(blows thudding)

(Dirk moans)

(intense dramatic music)

(door creaks)

(siren wailing)

(intense dramatic music)

(keypad beeping)

(tense dramatic music)

(door clicks)

- Police! Make yourself known!

It's all clear.

(anxious music)

Holy shit. Dispatch 5H21.

I need an ambulance

on the corner of 7th Avenue and Main Street.

Send the coroners.

- [Dispatch] Be advised.

(car engine rumbling)

(traffic noise droning)

(ominous music)

(Amy yelps)

- You'll keep your mouth shut

or I will kill you and your entire family.

Do I have you're full attention?

If you scream, I will bash your skull in.

Yeah. You hear me?

(Amy panting)

(brooding music)

See this face?

This face is courtesy of your uncle

and you are gonna pay, bitch.

(fist smacks)

- Wait, I promise you I didn't tell him anything.

I'm so sorry. Please don't hurt me. (whimpering)

- Oh, you're sorry?

You're sorry, well, shit that makes everything better.

You're sorry.

- Please don't hurt me, please. (whimpering)

- You know what?

I really can't make any promises anymore, now can I?

(fist smacks)

- (crying) Please don't hurt me.

(crying) Please, please don't hurt me.

(belt buckle jingling)

(ominous music)

(intense dramatic music)

♪ And it gave great light ♪

♪ And so it continued for day and night ♪

(Amy crying)

- It's done.

- What happened?

- He died.

- How?

- Natural causes.

- Right. Natural causes.

That's good, Dos. Very good.

- One less leech to worry about.

- Yep. I'll see you later.

(suspenseful music)

- In other news, a deadly new drug laced with fentanyl

in the form of a pill called Blue,

has found its way onto our school yards.

There are reports of two kids dying that we know of.

11-year-old Stanley Bronkowski

and 12-year-old Joseph Merced of Hollingsworth County.

The source of distribution is unknown at this time,

but authorities believe that it starts

at the high school level

and is making its way into the middle school.

(troubling music)

(traffic noise droning)

- (sighs) Hi, Mom. It's been a minute.

(sniffles) I miss you.

Maggie misses you.

I wish you could've gotten to know Cindi and Dyonne, Mom.

They're everything to me, along with Maggie and Amy.

I, uh, I often think of you and, and feel you around me.

(whimpering) Sorry I, I couldn't protect you.

God knows I tried.

(gentle somber music)

(sighs) I've carried that weight around my neck for years.

(gentle somber music)

I've done some things, Mom.

Things you, you might not be proud of.

I don't see any other way to stop the madness.

Dirk is gone. Finished.

(gentle somber music)

I'm sure you won't see him anytime soon

because I sent him back to hell where he belongs.

(sorrowful music)

I love you with all my heart.

(sorrowful music)

Until we meet again. (sighs)

(sorrowful music)

(suspenseful music)

- (sobbing) Oh, no, oh, Amy.

Amy, no. No, sweetheart.

(Amy moaning)

Honey, breathe. Breathe.

- Mom.

- (crying) Oh, honey.

Please help. Please help, my daughter she's hurt.

Hurry, 1192 West 80, 80 South. Hurry, yes.

Honey, it's okay. It's okay.

Oh, sweetheart, look at me.

It's okay. It's okay.

We're getting help.

(traffic noise droning) (soft anxious music)

- How is she?

- She's awake, but her jaw has been fractured

and she's not gonna be able to communicate verbally

with any of you.

She also has a pretty severe concussion

and some bruising and lacerations on her face.

With that said,

we are confident that she will make a full recovery.

- When can I bring her home?

- We've done a full examination on her.

She's been assaulted in more ways than one.

So we would like to keep her for a few more days.

Whoever did this to her is a monster.

I encourage you to get her a psychological evaluation

when this is over.

This has been a very damaging

and traumatic experience for her, to say the least.

I'm truly sorry.

- Thank you, Doctor.

- You're welcome to go in and see her,

but you need to be prepared.

There's one other thing.

A detective stopped by to see you today, Mr. Jonze.

- Did he mention a name?

- Detective Johnson.

He said you'd know how to get ahold of him. Okay.

(solemn music)

(tender music)

- She'll be a little groggy from some of the pain meds

and she won't be able to speak

due to her job being fractured.

But you can communicate through this.

We're here if you need us for anything.

- Thank you.

(tender music)

You're gonna be okay.

(tender music)

- I know who did this to you.

Amy, all you have to do is write his name down.

- Do we really need to do this right now?

- Yes, we need to do this right now.

(solemn music)

This is my fault.

I should've finished this the first time.

I'm so sorry, Amy.

I promise you this'll never happen again.

- What are you gonna do, Dos?

- Finish it. I love you

(increasing tense music)

- Dos, wait. No.

(anxious music)

(speaking faintly), sweetie.

- I love you sweetheart.

- [Cindi] Daddy?

(suspenseful music)

(phone bangs)

(suspenseful music)

- Come on pick up, asshole. I know you're there.

- So are you sure this man in the photo

is the one who assaulted you?

- Positive.

He broke three of my ribs and massacred my face.

Almost killed me for no reason.

- Oh, I'm sure he musta had a reason.

- I'm an innocent victim here.

I want him arrested and that detective.

What's his name?

- Johnson? - That's right, Johnson.

That shady-ass cop needs to lose his job.

Threatened my life if I told the truth.

- Really now? - Yes.

Now are you gonna do anything about it or not?

'Cause I will go to every news station in town

and you will look like a damn fool.

- Listen to me, you little maggot.

You let me do my job

and you can slither back underneath

whatever rock you crawled out from.

If I need you to testify, the DA'll be in touch.

But I never wanna see your ugly mug back in my office again.

Do you understand me, tough guy? Are we on the same page?

- Yes. - Good.

Now, get the hell outta my office.

(tense music)

(buttons clicking)

- We need more proof.

I'm not gonna hang one of our detectives out to dry.

It's not good for my reputation. This is an election year.

- I understand that, Mayor. But what do you want me to do?

- Check his phone records to see if you can connect the two

and temporarily suspend him until further notice.

- So you want me to suspend Johnson?

- And we're going to need another witness

who's willing to testify besides that deviant

that just walked out of your office.

Look, this has got to be done by the book.

I want an arrest made,

but I don't want the public turning against me

because we took down a School Teacher of the Year

and a man who served his country with honor.

- Okay, I'm on it.

- I'm sure you'll make me look good. Bye now.

(dramatic suspenseful music)

Oh, damn.

(phone receiver bangs)

(tense music)

(phone ringing)

- You had that little prick in your office

and you let him go?

- I had nothing to hold him on.

- He almost killed Dos' niece.

- Wait a second, how do you know he was in my office?

- I have my ways.

- You're in hot water, Johnson.

- I really don't give a shit.

You're not listening to what I'm saying.

He almost beat a young girl to death!

- Yeah, we'll discuss that when you're in my office

and I expect you here within the hour.

- (scoffs) Asshole.

(tense music)

- Prick.

- I'm sorry about your niece.

After what you did to him,

I didn't think he'd had the guts to show his face.

- Not your fault.

- I'm gonna be able to keep better check

of his whereabouts from here on out.

- How? - I wrote a search warrant

to the phone company allowing them

to give me access to the GPS.

I shoulda kept a better eye on him.

I won't make that mistake twice.

- Where is he?

- Apartment complex on the east side.

Real palace. Do what you gotta do.

At this point, I'm in too deep.

I'm all in.

Oh, one more thing.

- [Dos] Whose address is this?

- Name is Black. He's a wannabe drug lord.

He's got runners selling to the kids

a cheaper version of Fentanyl called Blue

There's been a few deaths, all under 14 years of age.

If you're in the neighborhood,

you might wanna pay him visit.

- I'll see what I can do.

(dramatic music) (car engine revving)

- [Chief] Badge and gun.

- What the hell are you talking about?

- I didn't stutter.

Badge and gun, Johnson, hand them over.

You're being put on suspension until further notice.

- For what? Doing my job?

- You haven't done your job.

You're withholding evidence.

- Prove it. - I plan to

and I want your phone as well, now.

And FYI, your boy Slash he snitched on you.

He told me you threatened him

if he ever came to the police as an eyewitness.

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

- Oh, I think you do.

- What's your problem with me, Chief?

The streets are getting cleaned up.

- Yeah, you can say that.

We had another homicide last night.

Some old man in a halfway house out on parole

and guess who he has a history with?

- I'm sure you're gonna tell me.

- Yeah, you're squeaky clean Teacher of the Year, Dos Jonze.

It was his stepfather,

murdered his mother when he was a kid.

- Oh, that's a coincidence.

- Yeah, there's video evidence,

but it's too dark to make out.

- That's just terrible news, Chief.

- Yeah, I'm sure you're devastated.

But one way or another we're gonna nail his ass

and you're going down with him.

Now, get out.

- You're gonna be begging me to come back.

- Oh, don't count on it.

- Oh, and Slash, that human ashtray

that you allowed to walk outta here Scott-free,

I don't think he's gonna be

around much longer to testify.

You got nothing.

- What are you talking about?

- You're smart. You figure it out.

Take a long walk off a short pier, asshole.

(pulsing suspenseful music)

(door slams)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(knuckles rapping)

(suspenseful music)

- Hello?

(dramatic music)

- Where is he?

- Who? (moans)

- Slash. Where is Slash?

- I don't know.

He hasn't been here in a few months and hasn't paid rent.

(anxious music)

- You're not lying to me, are you?

- No, I swear. I swear in my mother's grave.

(tense music)

- Who are you?

- We're just old friends.

- Oh? I would say to choose better friends.

(body thuds)

(anxious music)

Better not see you again.

(door slams)

(suspenseful music)

(friend whimpering)

(dramatic music)

(phone ringing)

- Well? - No answer.

Just, just straight to voicemail.

(monitor beeping)

- Hopefully, everything will be okay.

- [Dyonne] Yeah.

- I hope daddy's okay.

- He's okay. It's okay.

(Cindi speaking faintly)

Yeah, daddy's okay, sweetie. He's okay.

(gentle tense music)

(traffic noise droning)

- You got a couple bucks I could borrow?

(people chattering faintly)

- All right, man, stop it! (muttering)

(upbeat music in background)

- And you are?

- Mr. Jonze.

- Huh. What do you want, Cracker?

- I'm here to see a Mr. Black.

- Are you a cop?

- No, I'm not a cop.

- Are you sure?

Because if you are on our ass, you have to admit it.

- Really? That true?

- Hell yeah, it's true. I mean, I think it is.

- No, not a cop.

- Here to pick up a package?

- Something like that.

- Hmm, I'll go see if my boss will let you in.

Yo, don't go nowhere.

- [Dos] Be right here.

(door clicks)

(upbeat music)

- [Black] Hey, make sure

you don't put no more than 10 in there.

- You sure? - Yeah, I'm sure.

We ain't giving that shit away.

- Yo, someone's here to see you, boss.

- [Black] Who the hell is that?

- Oh, he says his name's Mr. Jonze.

He's here to pick up a package.

- Mr. Jonze?

I don't know no Mr. Jonze.

- Yo, maybe he's that new cat that works for Archie.

Oh, just a runner.

- Send him in.

- Will do.

- Hey, make sure you pat that fool down too.

Everything about him say

he's got a musket or some shit on him.

- Oh, fine. But I ain't touching anything that's hanging.

- Hey, just pat the man down.

I do pay your ass. Damn!

And y'all hurry that shit up.

(tense music)

- Now, follow me and close the door behind you.

Yo, stop right there.

(sighs) Lift up your arms. Man, I hate doing this.

I ain't trying to touch no dude,

but I gotta make sure you don't have a weapon on you.

Do you? Well, well, well look what we have here.

(knife clicks)

Plan on sticking someone?

- [Dos] Just a little pocket knife.

- Yo, that's not a pocket knife.

This thing can kill a damn rhino.

(blow thuds)

(body clatters)

(dramatic music)

(curtain swishes)

(suspenseful music)

- Hold on, baby. One second. - Okay.

- [Black] Mr. Jonze, right?

- Yeah. That's my name.

- That's good, man. How can I help you?

- I'm here to pick up a package.

- You got my package money?

- No, I don't have your money.

- Well, this shit ain't free. Hell you mean, no?

- I mean I don't have any money for you.

I'm here for more pressing reasons.

- [Black] Oh, yeah? What's that?

(anxious music)

- I'm not sure yet. It all depends on you.

You might die.

- Hm. Get out.

Y'all get your asses out. Hurry up, get out!

(cigar sizzling)

(anxious music)

- It's my understanding

that you are killing kids by feeding them that poison.

- Look, I'm just a businessman.

- Who sells drugs to kids.

- Plenty of kids. You see them blue pills there?

You hit that shit one time, one,

you'll be high as a damn kite.

Waking up every day fiending for it

and you just keep coming back.

Now, I don't know about you,

but to me that sounds like damn good business.

- People die because of you.

- I look like I care?

Man, I serve anybody; women, children,

cats, dogs, old folks.

Shit, I sell 'em to my own mama.

I don't give a damn.

- See, that's the problem with the world today.

Nobody cares, except for themselves.

I care.

- Hey man, that's great.

That's great. Good for you.

I bet it makes your mom real proud.

(suspenseful music)

- My mom's dead.

(shots firing)

(knife whizzes)

(intense dramatic music)

(flesh squishing)

(suspenseful music)

(knife clicks)

(somber music)

(frantic dramatic music)

(tires squealing)

(dramatic music)

- How'd you find me?

- Doesn't matter. I just wanna talk.

- Bullshit, you wanna take me back

to that wrecking ball who massacred my face.

- You shouldn't have touched his niece

and all this wouldn't have happened.

- Well, that bitch deserved it.

- That's not a very nice thing to say.

That would certainly make Dos more angry.

Now, get back of the car, Ernie,

and I just might save your life.

- No. - You can run,

but you can't hide.

(dramatic music)

(door clicks)

- Ah, shit.

(suspenseful music)

- Well, hello there, handsome.

- Hey. - Nice car you have here.

It needs a little work,

but it has potential if you buff it out of bit.

- Yeah, I kinda like it.

- Mind taking us for a ride?

- Now's not a good time. Thanks, though.

- Are you sure? I mean, we have a special going on today.

A little menage a trois. Whaddya say?

Him, you and me, equals three.

- Your mother know you're out here?

- Oh, piss off!

- Told you not to talk to strangers.

- [Hooker] Oh, shut up already!

(trunk bangs)

Still have to find a motel.

(both arguing faintly)

(Dos groans)

(phone vibrating)

- Hey. - Where are you?

- Just leaving an appointment.

- With who? - Black.

- [Johnson] Oh, what happened?

- He died. - Oh, good riddance.

Hey listen, I found Stash, but he got away.

So when I track him down again I'll let you know.

- I'll be waiting on pens and needles.

(suspenseful music)

(car engine revs)

(suspenseful music)

Everywhere I go, it seems like the world

has turned a blind eye to sin.

People tolerate the type of abuse

that I'm sure will make God himself weep.

- There's no doubt the world is ripe for destruction,

but it's the job of God himself to be the judge,

jury and executioner, not you or I.

- See, that's where you and I differ, Pastor.

People pray for compassion,

but aren't willing to show compassion.

They ask for forgiveness,

but they aren't willing to forgive.

They ask for comfort,

but they aren't willing to comfort those in need.

Faith is an action word.

- Sounds like you have all the answers.

(solemn music)

- Not really.

- Is that why you keep coming back here?

You want me to justify your cause?

- I'm not really sure anymore.

- Tread cautiously, Dos.

There is more at stake than just your life.

There are eternal consequences.

(troubling music)

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

- Guess who? Don't even think about running.

I'll split your wig, hollow points.

(dramatic music)

- Hey. - When you coming back?

We're all worried.

- When I'm finished.

- Finished with what, Dos?

- Is Cindi With you?

- Yes. - Everything'll be okay.

- [Dyonne] You promise?

- Yes. I promise.

Put her on, please.

- Okay. It's your daddy, he wants talk to you.

- Okay? Hi, Daddy.

- Hi there, baby girl.

- Are you coming home soon?

- Yeah, I'll be home soon.

- Will you tuck me in even if I fall asleep?

- Of course, I'll tuck you in.

- And read me books?

- Yes, and read the books.

I love you, princess. Never forget that.

- I won't. I love you too, Daddy.

- Bye.

(tender music)

- He promised he'd come home soon.

- Hey, speaking of home,

why don't you two girls head back home

and I'll stay the night?

- You sure? - I'm positive.

(tender music)

- [Dyonne] We're here for you, Amy.

Our family loves you and you are gonna get through this.

- Uh, please text me as soon as you hear back from Dos.

- I will. - All right.

(tender music)

Hey, goodnight, mm. - Goodnight.

- [Maggie] Have a good sleep, okay?

- Okay. - All right.

- [Cindi] Bye, Amy.

- Hey, thanks for everything. - Yeah.

- Drive, drive safe. - All right.

(Maggie sighs)

(solemn music)

- What the hell are you doing?

What the hell? (groaning)

(anxious music)

Don't leave me here, Johnson. You hear me?

Don't leave me here all alone.

(car engine revs)

I'll get you for this, Johnson. You hear me?

I'll find you and rip your heart out!

Son of a (groans).

(Slash groaning)

(dramatic music)

(phone notification dings)

(dramatic music)

(handcuffs clinking)

(suspenseful music)

- [Dos] Looking for me?

- Go to hell.

- Pretty sure you'll beat me there, Slash.

Now, what did I tell you the first time we met?

- Eat shit and die, asshole.

- No, that wasn't it.

If I'm not mistaken, and I know I'm not,

I clearly told you to never contact my niece again.

And what did you go and do?

- I shoulda killed that bitch when I had the chance

and next time I will!

- There won't be a next time. - Yeah?

Take these cuffs off and let's see what happens, huh?

(suspenseful music)

- This what we looking for?

- Do it. Let's settle this manoie mano.

- You mean mano a mano.

It's an error caused by mishearing

the Spanish expression mano a mano

which means not man to man, but hand to hand,

as in hand to hand combat one-on-one.

I can't blame you, though, 'cause you're dumb.

But sure, why not?

(blow thuds) (Slash moans)

(Slash spitting)

(kick thuds)

(dramatic music)

That hurt.

(Slash spitting)

(Slash sighs)

(suspenseful music)

(Slash grunts)

People like you don't listen to reason.

You wanna hurt people weaker than you

just to watch 'em suffer.

How does it feel?

- I'm sorry.

- Excuse me?

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Have mercy.

(suspenseful music)

(Slash coughing)

- "I will have mercy on whom I have mercy

and I will have compassion on whom I have compassion,"

God said that to Moses.

- You're not God.

- No, but I am exercising His will.

- Please. I'm begging.

(suspenseful music)

- Okay, okay. You talked me into it.

- Uh, thank you.

(hopeful music)

(knife blade clicks) (dramatic music)

I'll kill you, you little fucker!

(Slash grunting)

(blows thudding)

- Get up! Get up!

(Slash groaning)

(blow thuds) (intense dramatic music)

(body thumps) (suspenseful music)

(car door bangs)

(car engine revs)

(intense dramatic music)

(gentle tense music)

(keys jingling)

(lock clicks)

(Dos groans)

(door clicks)

(Dos groaning)

- Hey, Daddy.

- Hey there, baby girl.

- Thanks for tucking me in. I'm glad you're home.

- Me too, princess. Me too.

- I love you, Daddy.

- I love you, too.

(tender music)

- You're hurt.

- It's just a flesh wound. It's okay.

It's all over now.

- Okay, Dos, okay.

I'm just, I'm glad you're home. I love you so much.

(sentimental music)

- The body of Ernest Manzelli

was found at the bottom of a parking garage.

It appears that he was thrown off the top of the structure

straight onto the concrete down below.

Manzelli, a convicted felon,

has a long history of abusing both women and children.

His death has been labeled as a homicide.

There are still no suspects,

but we can all sleep a little better tonight

knowing you're out there.

In other news, a father is arrested for shooting at a man

who had allegedly molested his daughter in daycare.

The man accused of the crime is out free,

while a loving father is behind bars having to pay the price

for simply wanting to protect his daughter.

It looks like a lot more work still needs to be done.

Whoever's out there,

wherever you are, I hope you're listening.

We need you and we're certainly on your side.

I'm Jason Mills reporting.

- Daddy? - Yeah, honey.

- [Cindi] Why's there so many bad guys

out there hurting people?

- I don't really have an answer for that, sweetheart.

But I do know that I will never let anyone hurt you

or your mother ever.

- I know that, Daddy.

You're one of the good guys, right, Daddy?

- Right. I'm one of the good guys.

- Is there really someone out there hurting the bad guys?

- Sounds like it.

- I'm really glad we have you to protect us.

(Dos chuckles)

- Will you drive me to school today, Daddy?

- I would love to.

Love you.

(soft uplifting music)

- Love you, Mommy. - Love you.

♪ Sun light is fading ♪

- [Cindi] Daddy, those donuts were awesome.

- Pretty good, right? - Yeah.

- [Dos] I knew you'd like 'em.

- Um-hm, I think I'm gonna be late for class.

- Well, that's, okay.

I'll call your school when you head inside and let 'em know.

I just wanted to spend a little extra time with you today.

- I love spending time with you.

- We need to do it way more often.

- Yeah, thanks for the donuts, Daddy.

- Oh, you bet. I love me some daddy-daughter donut time.

- Me too. I better get going.

Will you watch me until I get inside?

- Not only that, I will escort you, princess.

Stay right there.

♪ Oh-ho, who's afraid of snow ♪

- All right. You ready?

♪ Put on your coat and your hat ♪

- What subjects do you have today?

(both laughing)

I hope you have a wonderful day today.

- Thanks, Daddy.

- I sure love you.

- I love you.

Bye, Daddy. - Bye.

(phone vibrating)

- Hey. - Did you see

the news this morning?

- I sure did.

- Looks like we have some work to do.

- Indeed. - I'll be sending

you an address.

- Looking forward to it.

(suspenseful music)

(car engine revs)

(dramatic music)

- [Reporter] Still no arrests have been made.

It's all hush-hush.

At this point, I think law enforcement is keeping quiet

because they're actually embracing the help

that they so desperately need.

Either that or it's a high-profile citizen

and they simply don't wanna be embarrassed.

Maybe they don't have enough proof or eyewitnesses.

Who knows?

But the final analysis, whoever this heroic Nighthawk is

it's my hope that they continue disinfecting our streets,

one cockroach at a time.

(dramatic hopeful music)

("Dark Hero")

♪ We will hunt you down ♪

♪ There's no where you can run ♪

♪ We will find you out ♪

♪ There's nowhere you can hide ♪

♪ From shadow to shadow ♪

♪ You're falling but not letting go ♪

♪ The secrets you're keeping ♪

♪ Are all that hold and you know ♪

♪ Dark heroes are coming to change the game ♪

♪ Dark heroes are hearing every word you say ♪

♪ Coming on strong ♪

♪ Righting the wrong ♪

♪ You know you're never alone with dark heroes ♪

♪ Stepping out of life ♪

♪ And paying the highest price ♪

♪ The further you climb ♪

♪ It's one more roll of the dice ♪

♪ From shadow to shadow ♪

♪ You're falling but not letting go ♪

♪ The secrets you're keeping ♪

♪ Are all that hold and you know ♪

♪ Dark heroes are coming to change the game ♪

♪ Dark heroes are hearing every word you say ♪

♪ Coming on strong ♪

♪ Righting the wrong ♪

♪ You know you're never alone with dark heroes ♪

♪ But you know you're never alone ♪

♪ Dark heroes are coming to change the game ♪

♪ Dark heroes are hearing every word you say ♪

♪ Dark heroes are coming to change the game ♪

♪ Dark heroes are hearing every word you say ♪

♪ Coming on strong ♪

♪ Righting the wrong ♪

♪ You know you're never alone with dark heroes ♪

♪ You know you're never alone ♪

♪ You know you're never alone ♪

♪ Dark heroes are coming to change the game ♪

♪ Dark heroes are hearing every word you say ♪

♪ Coming on strong ♪

♪ Righting the wrong ♪

♪ You know you're never alone with dark heroes ♪

(dramatic whooshing)

(gentle chimes)