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Had enough or do you want more?

Okay.

When will the shitstorm ever stop for you, Danny?

Huh? You Irish bastard.

You like it, Danny?

Do you like it?

Do you like it, Danny?

This is what happens when you try to move into our territory.

Selling narcotics in our territory?

Very bad!

Very bad.

But how did you manage to get caught?

You're getting floppy, Daniel.

going to gift wrap your bowl to Wendell.

Ukrainian style motherfucker.

Any last wishes, Daniel?

Very kinky. Okay.

Choke on this.

Please help me!

Don't expect me to go easy on you.

Your father and I went way back, and you're only here because of him.

This precinct covers the toughest blocks in the city. You can't be soft.

I'm not going to mentor you.

Dominic will show you the ropes. If there's anything else you need from me,

your paperwork right.

That'll be all.

Elena.

Welcome home.

Officer Kayaka.

Ready for your first crimson?

Oh, doubted much I'd mention you.

Just a little cold feet.

Chill, Lena.

Do you want to pick up some bark bags?

Officer! Yes?

Are you okay? Because you look like you're going to puke.

If so, please do it outside and don't projectile all over the evidence.

I'm okay.

Are you sure?

Officer Kayaka?

Rookies. So, information from the neighbors is that they had moved in

months back.

Often heard sounds of the couple fighting.

Sounds of him beating her up, her screaming in pain.

Looks like she finally decided to take matters into her own hands.

Booker. There's something

different about you.

Can't quite put my finger on it.

I need to speak to Wendell alone.

Alone?

Did the boys on the bus bully you again?

What did they do to you?

Did they hurt little Danny's feelings or weight?

They stole your lunch. Shut the fuck up, Jimmy.

Jesus.

I swear to God.

Danny's asking for a one -on -one.

What do you want, kid?

We go after Victor tonight.

Just woke up from a beating and he wants to get back in. Victor's dead anyway.

He's in deep shit already.

I know where Victor's gonna be tonight, and he controls the harbor and the east

end.

He's covering your ins and your outs.

He's gonna take over all the trafficking, and if we don't take care

it'll be the Italians.

Or worse,

Puerto Rican's fucking specs.

This information verified.

Victor is one slippery fuck.

You come through on this one, Danny.

So, how was your first day?

Thanks for waiting up, Mama.

There's food on the table.

I used to pray to God, give me a son, but he gave me a beautiful daughter.

Why do you want to be a police, Alina?

It is a man's world and you know that.

This is no place for a woman.

Did you eat yet, Mom?

I waited for you.

Next time, don't wait.

Danny, you gotta know how you pull off this shit.

Let's go. I'm getting late.

For what?

What's it to you, bitch?

What, you gotta go jerk off or something?

Jesus. Move your fucking ass.

Here's an idea.

Knock harder.

You probate motherfucker.

Shut the fuck up, Jimmy G.

Open up, it's an emergency.

Dude, what the fuck?

What is wrong with you?

You know,

I'm really starting to worry about you, Victor.

You've got some serious problems.

I'm going to have nightmares about him in a fucking diaper from now on.

Jimmy! You got beautiful eyes.

Oh, dear Lord.

Sweet baby Jesus, let me find some new shoes.

Come on, number 10.

Hey, Alan.

It's Alicia, asshole.

Oh, God.

What happened?

Looks like you got your shit handed to you.

What?

Have you seen him?

Look who's back.

Look at his back to see his father.

It's been two weeks.

Two fucking weeks.

I was left alone.

No cigarettes, no booze, no money.

Where the fuck have you been?

What happened?

Who did this?

What are you going to do about it?

He looks like when I knocked him out in high school. Fuck off, Alan. It's

Alicia, asshole.

Was it because of what happened last month?

Go in.

Go in.

Did you see Wendell yet?

No.

Better go see him today.

How many did they send?

The usual.

Who did they send?

Riley or Joe?

Joe, I think.

Joe!

They must need you alive.

Wendell must really need you alive.

You hear?

Riley joined the Weight Watchers Club.

The fucking Weight Watchers Club.

Jesus.

You think a guy who kills people for a living would have a

little self -respect?

He's all lean and trim now.

Went on a diet.

salad some fucking protein bar

fucking faggot

fucking idiot

Really beat your bet, huh?

You gotta watch your back, Danny.

I'm going out.

You want the regular?

Yeah.

Take care son.

Be careful.

Can you send the usual over to Pop's place?

You missed a week.

Don't let it happen again.

Sure thing, Danny.

Sure thing.

Anything special, stranger?

I don't have all day

Yeah!

For the past five years, the Ukrainians have tried to take over the city drug

business, facing a stiff competition from the most notorious crime

Wendell Gibbons, a .k .a. the Popeye Crime Synod. The Ukrainians were also

involved in prostitution, money laundering, arms trade, I mean, you name

Big, long resume.

And all this was accomplished after taking the Italians out. Yeah, we had

thought the Ukrainians had finally set in for like three years now. So did

Victor. But the Popeyes were too smart. So what they did is started taking

systematically, started taking Victor's empires down bed by bed, putting heads

on Pavlov, Markov, Anton Kosakov, which created a hole, a huge lethal hole in

that organization.

Because this guy was the right -hand guy of this guy.

Clean hit like the rest.

No traces, no witnesses, nothing concrete so far that leads back to

with Victor out of the picture, Wendell takes control over the whole city.

Sorry, boss.

I'm sorry I posted this. That's all I got.

Wendell is smart, but not this smart.

What are we missing?

I don't know. We're missing something. Somebody's got to be off the radar.

Who?

You know... has been telling me the same shit for over a year.

Call me when you've got something to tell me that I don't already know.

You didn't know Victor was a diaper, baby.

Dumbass.

Come in, Elena.

Take a seat.

Ready for your first big assignment?

Assignment?

Sure. You'll be helping Detectives Haines and Guzman, who are working on

Wendell Crime Syndicate.

They need somebody to do basic investigation.

Run through files, documentation, and crime scene processing.

You're up for it, kid.

I think so.

I'll do my best, sir.

I expect nothing less.

Now get out of my room.

Hey. It's all I got to find in the limbo case.

Congratulations, Elena.

On the job for a few days and already going places.

Anyways, gotta go.

But congrats once again.

Am I a coward?

Man.

Who's that?

Huh? Is that your wife?

Just sit down. Calm down.

Oh, she's pretty. Come over here.

Oh, she's pretty, isn't she?

Yeah. Calm the fuck down.

Calm the fuck down.

Come on.

You got any money in there?

You drunk?

Want a drink?

Come on.

Isn't that a little fun, buddy?

Come on.

Why don't you have a seat right here?

I'm a very bad man.

Not a hope in the world.

He was walking home and got jumped by some kids on 14th Street.

I deserve it. Your father, friend, family? God's punishing me for my sins.

His family.

I really loved her.

I was helpless.

Weak.

Stupid.

I pray to die every day.

What?

I love you, Danny.

I did everything I could.

I gave it all up for you.

You saved me, you know?

At least I know I got a shot.

I got a shot, you know?

Go to the couch.

What's your name?

Elena.

I'm Daniel.

That's what I thought.

Boy,

you got bail.

Thanks, Alan.

It's Alicia.

Asshole.

Do you know how many clients I had to cancel today?

I think they're due for him. I swear to God.

Wish I never met you.

Seven clients.

Seven clients.

And I had to borrow Sylvia's car, her wig, her dress.

My own wig and dress were drying.

I didn't even eat.

I'll skip breakfast for you.

Look at this.

Client.

I work in a hair salon.

You asshole.

Goddamn you, Danny.

I hate you.

Is that all my shit?

Do it now.

Officer Brown.

Okay,

they're backed up at the salon, and I need a bite to eat.

Come on, asshole.

I've got a client.

How you doing, Officer Kayak?

Good morning.

Good morning.

After you left last night, I... I, uh... took

care of those punk kids. It's just what I thought should be done.

I'm available for coffee later if you're interested.

I don't drink coffee.

Okay.

What's Lloyd in for?

Assault and battery.

Previous records.

Same thing. First arrest at 17 on assault charges.

Held over in juvie for a month. Out on bail. Bye.

Roderick Allen Timothy.

Move it, asshole.

I'm going to be late.

Danny!

Come on!

Danny!

Don't do this to me.

It's just... Get in and shut the fuck up.

What are you... Danny, what are you doing?

Stop it.

Just stop it!

Hey!

Just get... Stop that! Danny!

Stop that!

Jesus!

You have no respect for me anymore.

You think I'm a crazy person?

Hm?

Just admit it.

Admit it, you're embarrassed to be seen with me.

Hm?

Danny?

Admit that, you selfish bastard.

Admit what, Alan?

Best friend since high school?

Danny.

We always stood up for each other?

Do you remember when we took on the toughest crew in high school?

Dion crew?

Nine guys.

We kicked the shit out of them in front of the whole neighborhood.

We always stood up for each other. No fucking lying. No bullshit. No secrets.

Did I ever lie to you?

Did I?

No.

We're brothers.

We're still brothers. So fuck you, Alan.

FYI.

It... Brother and sister.

Asshole.

Jesus, Alan.

You know Christo's on Bloom?

Yeah.

Be there at 7 p .m. sharp.

Don't be late.

You're in trouble now.

A cop in hot pants.

Too bad they don't fit.

Thank you.

the consensus.

About what?

You were pacing up and down the sidewalk so fast, I thought.

You're going to wear a hole in the concrete out there.

Right.

What made you finally decide to come in?

I don't know.

It felt like the right thing to do.

First time anyone's ever referred to me as the right thing to do.

How's your dad?

So when will I see you again?

How about the next time you get arrested?

Good.

Your back -end work is very consistent.

And you've reached this conclusion based on what facts?

On a hunch.

A hunch.

Can I elaborate?

Please do. We're all friends. Enlighten me.

Well, Victor wasn't someone you could easily push over.

Going by his track record and his involvement in the Polici cases, it

Victor made his way up from the streets.

He knew the ins and outs of the city.

A guy like that would have to be broken down systematically.

Wendell's strong point isn't planning and strategy.

How do you know that?

Based on the old Abate and Laconi cases of 1978.

Wendell bought the whole takeover. He took severe losses and was reduced to a

handful of loyal friends.

But ever since 1998, everything seems to be going in his favor.

This is based on the Cassidy file. The Cassidy file. I forgot about that.

Based on Officer Monroe's reports. He stated... Yes, yes, the UC, the

agent. Right.

I know.

He reported of a new member being recruited into Wendell's operation.

That was the very last report of Officer Monroe's before his identity was

leaked.

Therefore, Wendell's just an old -fashioned muscle man.

He's not the one calling the shots anymore.

Well, at least not since 1998.

Victor's empire grew rapidly ever since then.

We took notice of it, and in 2005, Detective Sloan was put in charge of

a case against Victor and his comrades.

He worked on it for five years, yeah. It was until 2010, when he transferred out

to some shithole town.

Bakersfield.

This is very good, but you know what? There's nothing concrete, officer.

Yes, detective, but it could be.

Minimum two -week round -the -clock surveillance. That could lead us to our

I'll see what I can do.

You have your father's instincts.

He'd be very proud of you. I hope so, sir.

And next time, use the H word at your risk.

H word.

Hunch. Will do, sir.

I am not bailing you out anymore, asshole.

Oh, you disgusting thing.

Okay, I'm not your personal slave.

You know, I've got a life too, you know.

But no, he gets himself into all kinds of possible shit.

I'm the one that has to come running to his rescue.

Every time, every single time.

You know, buddy, you have to get your act straight now.

Okay?

You know what? I have to drop everything and come save this jackass at the flick

of a switch.

Every time.

Every time.

So what did he get himself into this time, officer?

Arrested for relieving himself on a police vehicle.

Wow. I love this guy.

Let's get out of here.

He's clearly worth it.

Why are we waiting here, asshole?

Just wait.

Oh, is this still going on?

Oh, I'm just a pawn in your elaborate game?

Such an asshole.

So, are you going to see me again?

I got arrested again.

You're not one of those people who go back and do it again.

Moth was better.

Fuck you, asshole!

You know Burgess Park?

9 AM.

Okay.

See you there.

This is my other hideaway place.

My mom used to bring me here.

Okay, you gotta help me out here.

I'm doing all the talking. I'm trying my best, just... Okay, what do you want to

know?

Anything.

Really.

Just anything.

All right.

I was born and raised in the city, the East End.

I had very few friends growing up.

I was always by myself.

I was an only child.

My father was an honest, highly decorated police officer.

Also an angry drunk.

My mother was a simple Russian villager that my dad was forced to marry because

of family traditions.

He'd come home every day

drunk.

Start beating on my mom.

I grew up listening to her scream.

I grew up fearing my dad's anger.

I graduated Yale School of Law.

Came back to the city.

When I found out that my dad had been brutally murdered.

My father was a complicated man.

But he was a good father.

He was a good father to me.

He never touched me.

I had my pick of the top law firms here in the city.

But instead, I joined the fourth.

Become a cop like my dad.

Here I am, sitting next to a common street criminal, pouring my heart out.

Me? Oh, yeah, you. I don't think so.

Somebody else, they might hear.

Not common, anyway.

No, no?

No, no.

Elena Kayaka.

This is it.

This is the place.

Just gonna put a big deck out there.

Cabin back there.

That's what I saved everything for.

All that paperwork.

Little paradise.

Do you like it?

Yeah.

I do.

Beautiful.

You plan on living here by yourself?

Well, good night.

Good night.

I'm not a common street criminal, you know.

I mean... You know, if my mother was

still around, I wouldn't be in all this.

You were lucky, right? I mean, your parents were around. They cared about

They helped you with everything.

I was raised by a fucking loser.

I don't mind.

You know, taking care of him.

That was my decision.

I'm okay with that.

Listen, listen, listen.

We have been working on this case for two years. We have built a foolproof

Shut the fuck up, man!

Detective. A foolproof case!

I know you guys want to come in here and steal it from us. With all your

investigation, no one's been arrested, no one's been charged, and nothing on

this case has moved in two years.

Somebody is selling to Victor's buyers, and very clearly it's not Wendell.

According to our records and yours, these drugs are supposed to be off the

street, and yet...

They reach every junkie in the city. Agent Dempsey. I'm just doing my job.

Picking up your slack.

What? All right.

Agent, you shit.

There's nothing you can do.

Detective.

According to the federal government, we're going to intervene to bring an end

this thing.

You've been continuously eating shit on this thing and you've been

outmaneuvered. Fuck you. Leave it to us to get the job done.

This thing is happening whether you like it or not.

Deal with it.

What the fuck?

Come in, Kayak. Meet Special Agent Dempsey from the FBI.

He's taking over the Wendell investigation and wants to have a word

I went over your reports.

Detailed, very impressive.

Captain also told us about your father.

We'd like to use you as an asset in this investigation.

If you don't mind.

Sure, that would be great.

Just great.

What the fuck is going on? We'll be in touch.

What in the fuck is going on, Captain?

Two years, man! Watch it, Guzman.

You're slinging out already, huh?

Detective. Huh?

Just like someone else I used to know. That's enough, Detective.

Elena Our choice is to find our character remember that

My father used to say sir

What do you want, Danny?

Drinking milk.

Sorry, milk. It's good for you.

Cholesterol's a bitch, right?

What's this?

It's my way out.

That's all I have.

How's your da doing?

By the way, how's James?

Good? I know that drunk bastard still stumbles around with that photo of her.

He was just like you.

Just like you.

Started getting ideas he was better than this.

Than me.

You know what your father wanted out, too.

Out?

What's that?

I buried him and I'll bury you the same way, boy.

You think you can walk away? You're wrong.

We'll kill that pretty cop girlfriend of yours.

will do her like I did your mother.

And even if you bury yourself deeper than the devil, I'll come find you.

Look where we ended up, huh?

I know you can hear me.

I'm so sorry, okay?

This is nothing personal. This is fucking business.

You walk in our world now.

Okay? You have to leave the Wendell investigation.

Okay?

until everyone in this fucking city beat your father really well and I'm gonna

fucking kill you. Is that it?

Who did this?

Who did this?

I want names

I can get dirt on these fuckers and we can take them down your way.

We can put them away for life.

Do you hear me?

They want me to back out of the Lindo case.

Otherwise they'll reveal secrets about my father.

Like what?

What do they have on your father? What was his name?

Artur Rostislav Tomekova.

Look, I want out.

I've done enough shit for you.

I'm gonna retire in a year.

Just give me my cut, and you won't hear from me anymore.

Can't just walk out on this.

Turning your back on us will cost you.

Was that a threat?

Let me remind you whose balls are hanging here.

I don't need you.

You... You need me.

Done.

Fantastic ass.

It's like an apple.

It's like a peach.

No, no, it was more like an apple. And it was just coming like this and looking

at me.

Guzman, Guzman, where are you, Guzman?

Yes, with an accent.

Good man, good man.

It's like my sister in a weird way.

Well, it looks like Joe was right.

We're in the clear.

But we can't trust him anymore.

I wouldn't trust him.

He's been asking for this for a long time.

Do it.

It's done.

Something came up down at the docks.

Fucking Puerto Ricans, who else?

Let's go.

All right, give me a minute.

All right.

How you doing, Danny boy?

What kind of shit are you into now?

What the fuck does that mean?

What the fuck does that mean?

I never see you anymore.

I miss you, Danny. I miss hanging out with you.

Heard you got arrested for pissing on a cop car.

You're a fucking legend, Danny.

Hey, I remember this one time me and Danny were supposed to take out Lorenzo,

the two -timing wop.

I've got my shotgun.

Danny's got his AK and his little pocket knife.

I bet this bastard is still carrying it.

Anyway, Lorenzo's a huge fat fuck, so we figure he'll be an easy target.

But he keeps dodging all the bullets.

Seriously? A real nimble motherfucker.

So Danny runs at the fucker like a madman.

Scissor kicks him right in the face.

Breaks his jaw.

Takes a little knife.

Slices his throat.

Is it thick? Nice clean cut.

Fuck. Then he walks into the bedroom.

Lorenzo was banging this sweet whore. I mean a real fucking piece.

Danny just stares at her for a while.

Then he loads his AK and that'd be the entire round into her.

And that's when I knew.

That's when I knew Danny was a romantic.

He'd do anything for that one pussy he loves so much.

Hey, Chris, you're married, aren't you?

With a pretty black whore on the side?

Oh, fuck you, Jimmy.

Hey, Chris, you know Danny's got a girl.

She's no whore, man. Oh, no.

She is a real deal.

A real fucking woman.

And her cooch tastes so good, he's willing to ride us all out.

Why'd you call me here, sir?

Your father was a good man.

But he made bad choices.

And his sins caught up with him.

What are you talking about?

Don't judge him, Elena.

It's not your right.

But remember, it will be your choice.

Hi, it's me.

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