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What do you say we head out tonight after school?

Hit the town, maybe get into a little trouble?

Yeah, maybe in my next life, crazy.

Ah, maybe you already got plans.

Maybe a secret girlfriend.

Ah, please.

I have to have a social life to have a girlfriend.

I mean, you know my father.

I can barely go to the bathroom without his approval.

Oh, well, he doesn't keep tabs on you every second.

I bet you are the most popular guy on campus, right?

Whatever.

Ha, ha!

I knew it.

So what's her name?

Stay put.

Oof!

Yes, I'm being serious.

It's just, you caught me by surprise.

What, you don't think I'd make a good supervisor?

Yeah, you'd make a great supervisor.

I just didn't think you'd be interested

in upper management, that's all.

Why now?

Well, I mean, you're off fighting crime

and keeping our streets clean with the IIB.

Now, Sandy's in the jungle, curing exotic diseases.

I'm spinning my wheels.

It's time for a change.

You've thought about this, huh?

Yes.

I mean, if not now, when?

You know, even Peter Pan had to grow up,

into Robin Williams, no less.

You watched "Hook" again last night.

- Twice. - Yeah.

- It's you, huh? - Yeah.

I guess I'm not done saving lives yet, partner.

- Hey. - Pssh.

Hey, Michelle. What's up?

All right, I'll be right there.

That was fast, man.

I can't believe you beat us here.

Well, I ran a few red lights.

So what's going on?

Town car spun out, driver was found unconscious,

single gunshot wound to the chest.

That's all we know so far.

So why is this on IIB's radar?

Well, Metro ran the plates.

Turns out the car's registered to Abbassi Ayim.

Ayim?

Why do I know that?

The former Liberian Minister of State,

accused of theft and brutality.

He relocated here years ago

after being forced to be removed from office.

That's right.

There was quite the public outcry.

Yeah, some folks aren't too happy

about an exiled tyrant living in their neighborhood.

Well, a guy like that, his name's flagged in the system.

It caught Klein's attention.

Is that the victim?

Paramedics are working on him now.

Thank you.

Hey. Long time no see.

Hey.

Told you you couldn't quit me.

Nice badge.

Please, please.

Where is he?

Is he okay?

Sir, you've lost a lot of blood, okay?

You need to take it easy.

We're gonna get you out of here.

All right?

Just breathe, just breathe, sir.

- Where is he? - Just breathe.

There was a boy in the back of the car.

15, maybe 16 years old.

That explains this.

Ibrahim Ayim.

It's Abbassi Ayim's son.

So, the question is, did he walk away?

Or was he taken?

So what's the protocol here?

Well, until evidence tells us otherwise,

we treat this as an abduction.

So they found a gun registered to the driver,

Kwesi Hanson, 30 years of age.

He's a part of Ayim's personal security detail.

The clip was full, he didn't get a shot off.

What about Ayim's son?

Ibrahim Ayim, he was born in Liberia,

moved here eight years ago with his father.

No siblings.

Has the kid been in any trouble?

No juvenile record.

He's registered to a private school in Richmond Hill.

I confirmed that he didn't make it to class this morning.

I'll head over there and talk to

his teachers, his friends.

How about the driver?

Does he have a record?

He's been in the employ of Ayim for the past four years.

No record.

Well, Ayim has more enemies than my mother

has decorative spoons, so...

Why all the haters?

He is suspected of stealing millions from his own people.

Not to mention the rumors of brutality,

torture, mass murder.

They didn't have enough proof

to lock him away, so they exiled his ass.

Excuse me.

Yeah.

Yeah?

I got your message.

Has Ayim been notified yet?

Yeah, Metro's on their way.

Okay, well tell them to hold off until I get there.

I want to handle the relationship personally.

Alpha dog to alpha dog, nice.

He's all yours, Fido.

I need you working on a list of possible kidnappers.

There's no way that this was random.

It'll be connected somehow to Ayim or the kid.

Leave no stone unturned, okay?

Spoken like a true tyrant.

Ayim would be proud.

It's good to be king.

IIB. Where's your boss?

Unavailable.

You have to make an appointment.

We need to see him now.

Is he here?

It's fine, Rafiq.

How may I help you gentlemen?

Mr. Ayim, my name is Alvin Klein.

I head up a special unit

of the Integrative Investigative Bureau.

I am familiar with the IIB, Mr. Klein.

I assume this is not a social call.

Is Ibrahim here?

He left for school.

Why do you ask?

Sir, your town car was intercepted this morning.

We have reason to believe that your son has been abducted.

With your permission, we'd like to set up a command post

here at the house in preparation for any possible contact,

such as a ransom demand.

Of course.

Sir, these first hours are the most crucial.

If you have any idea who might be responsible-

I have many enemies.

Any of them that stand out to you?

A recent conflict, perhaps?

There is someone.

Dennis Harwell, long-time political activist.

Guess who his favorite punching bag is?

- Abbassi Ayim? - The one and only.

Let's go have a chat with Mr. Harwell.

So, what's this guy up to?

Well, he's hell-bent on getting Ayim

tossed out of the country.

He's throwing around some serious allegations

with no proof to back it up.

Last week, Ayim's lawyer slapped him with

a cease-and-desist notice, which he didn't like so well.

In his last column, he declared all-out war on Ayim.

Well, I would say that kidnapping

falls comfortably under warfare.

Klein's thoughts exactly.

That is me.

Hold on.

Logan.

Hey, you want an update on your gunshot victim?

Yeah, hey, thanks for calling me back.

How's he doing?

Still in surgery, bullet lodged between two ribs,

shattered one and collapsed one of his lungs.

All right, so when do we get to talk to him?

I can let you know when he's in recovery,

but don't expect any coherent conversations.

You got to keep me posted, okay?

- Okay. - You coming?

Yeah.

Sir, can I talk to you for a second?

You know, I've got a lot of paperwork, Mr. Bey.

Oh.

Well, that's actually, uh, kind of why I'm here.

What did you do?

Oh, no, sir, it's nothing like that.

I just thought maybe I could, uh,

help out a little bit with some of the workload.

What are you talking about?

Well, I think it's time for me

to take my career to the next level, sir.

I'm ready to write my supervisor exam.

Supervisor exam.

You're serious.

Why does everybody keep asking me that?

Yes.

Look, this isn't a good time.

I'm really swamped here,

so could we just talk about this later?

Yeah, sure. Okay.

What are you still doing here, Mr. Bey?

Since when is it a crime to tell the truth?

If you want an exact date, check the top

of your cease-and-desist notice.

I'm fighting that, but I can't afford

to go up against Ayim in court.

Maybe you should've thought of that

before you declared a war on the guy.

I wage war by organizing public protests,

peaceful protests,

not snatching kids off the street.

I think you're forgetting who the monster here is.

Well, we've looked into some of your peaceful protests.

It's interesting how so many of them have turned violent.

I can't always control what happens.

There were three in Liberia staged by you,

all ending in civilian casualties.

Every time, it was Ayim's forces

that instigated the violence.

So why keep going back?

The first time, sure, you're making your statement.

But every time after that,

you're just leading the lambs to slaughter.

I have my reasons.

And your reasons, are you sure they're not personal?

I never said they weren't personal.

Where am I going?

- Right here. - Thanks.

Cory Draper?

Hi.

I'm Corporal Clarke with the IIB.

I just have a couple of questions

to as you about Ibrahim Ayim?

The principal tells me that you two are close friends.

Is he okay?

That's what we're trying to find out.

Can you think of anyone who might want to hurt him?

You know who his dad is, right?

Sure.

Dude's all sorts of scary.

Even Ibi's freaked out by him.

How so?

Dude's got a temper.

Ibrahim said he was scared his dad

was gonna kill him when he got mad sometimes.

Can you think of anyone else?

Well, he did mention some guy

watching him at the school yard.

He saw him there a few times, just watching.

And one time, Ibi tries calling to him,

but the guy just took off.

Did you get a description or did Ibrahim

happen to tell you what he looked like?

Just some black guy.

Okay.

Thank you.

If Ibrahim contacts you or if you hear anything,

can you call me?

Thanks.

Wow.

I guess it's true what they say.

If you say, "crime does pay," I will shoot you.

Getting good at reading my mind.

So let's get your son, okay?

All right, thank you.

Hey.

How'd it go with Harwell?

Well, he's certainly got a bone to pick,

but we didn't have enough to bring him in,

so Mitch was keeping an eye on him.

Our guy Ayim is definitely cooperating with us,

but I feel like he's holding back.

I definitely want to know

what's going on inside his head, okay?

Mr. Ayim, this is sergeant McCluskey

and special consultant Logan.

These are two of my best investigators.

Has there been any progress made in my son's abduction?

We're following several leads, sir.

I'm certain it's Harwell.

The man threatened me on a public forum.

He's a parasite.

I want him arrested.

Well, it's not quite that simple, but I assure you,

we're keeping him under close surveillance.

I know you've already gone through this,

but if you can think of anyone else

who'd want to harm you or your son.

As a former Minister of State, I am constantly dealing

with threats, both for myself and my family.

I understand, sir, but if there's anything

you can tell us.

Have you spoken to Ibrahim's mother, Reta Bello?

She showed up here two weeks ago, raving like a lunatic.

I had to remove her from the property.

That seems a bit harsh.

She gave up her rights to Ibrahim a long time ago.

She has no business here.

Can you think of why she would

want to take him from you now?

You bastard!

You broke our agreement!

Nothing comes to mind.

Yeah, we'll speak with her.

Yeah.

Okay, Mr. Ayim, this could be it.

Okay, just like we discussed.

Here we go.

- Yes? - Hello?

Dad? - Ibrahim.

Where are you? - I'm not sure, I-

If you want to see your son again,

the price is 10 million dollars.

I will not pay you a cent.

Do you hear me?

Not a damn cent!

You have eight hours to deliver the cash.

After that, the boy dies.

Mr. Ayim, I thought we agreed that you'd try

to keep them on the line for as long as possible.

I have no interest in wasting time with scum like that.

We can't effectively do our job, sir,

if you don't stick to the game plan.

We got the trace,

but the call was made from a burner phone.

They just texted the account

that they want the money be sent to.

10 million's a big number.

I've decided to pay.

That's not the impression you left on the phone, sir.

I don't need you to understand

the way I do things, Mr. Klein.

Well, I suggest we wait until they call back.

That way, we can insist on a location drop,

we'll flush them out into the open.

I strongly disagree.

I suggest we proceed as we discussed, sir.

The ransom will be paid.

You have the cash?

My accounts are offshore, not easily accessible.

But I can secure what I need through private loans.

I should have it in a few hours.

The minute they have that money,

your son becomes a liability to his abductors.

The longer they have him, the more danger he's in.

I agree with Rafiq.

If I give them what they want,

they'll have no reason to harm him.

They wouldn't dare.

Well, I don't agree, but it's your son.

It's your call.

We're gonna need statements

from your security team and your household staff.

My staff? Why?

We need to speak to everyone

who knew your driver's exact route and schedule.

Of course.

Rafiq will give you what you need.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

I'll handle his staff.

You two have bigger fish to fry.

- Shall we? - This way.

Did you get anything?

Like he said, he has a lot of enemies.

Reading him is like scrolling through

a database of possible suspects.

What about the mother?

She was there, but there's more to it.

Ayim is hiding something.

Driver's in recovery.

Let's go.

Here you go.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

And I am very impressed.

Becoming a supervisor's a big commitment.

It's nothing I can't handle, right?

This is where you're supposed to say,

"Right, Oz."

Yes, of course.

Why didn't you ask Ryder to sign your application?

I don't know. He's been busy.

Thanks again. - All right.

Dr. Morgan to admitting.

Hey, so the mystery man in the school yard,

is he still a dead end?

Yeah, Dev asked the students

and the teachers, nobody's seen him.

- Hey. - Hi.

So, can we see our guy?

Yes, I will take you to him,

but whatever your expectations are, lower them.

He's heavily sedated.

Yeah, but is he still conscious?

He's in and out.

But even awake, I don't count on him

being able to string two sentences together.

I'm hoping he won't have to.

Okay.

Make it quick, okay?

He needs his rest.

Somebody should've told him that.

Ugh, ugh.

Hey, no drive-through tonight.

I want to eat something healthy.

- You got it. - Whoa, hey.

Hey, man.

We already saved your life once today, where are you going?

I have to report to my boss.

Okay, you got a tough boss?

Hey, come on, I can relate to that.

Come on, easy.

Here we go, come on.

Come on.

Here we go.

I asked my boss for some career guidance

and he laughed in my face.

Can you believe that, huh?

What is that, right?

- Ugh. - Okay, okay.

It's rumored that my boss

once had a man executed for being late.

Okay, you win.

Dr. Herson to admitting.

Thanks for bringing him back.

Yeah.

Maybe I'll come check in with him after my shift.

- Look at you. - What?

Not every paramedic goes the extra mile.

Okay.

Do you remember anything that happened?

It's foggy.

I can't quite...

It's okay.

Just do your best.

Okay.

Just think.

Ibrahim.

I lost him.

Can you think of anyone else who could've done this?

Anyone.

He's gone.

It's my fault.

- No, no, no. - That's enough.

Calm down.

You're pushing him too hard.

I'm sorry.

So are you sure it's the same guy

that you saw in Ayim's head?

Yeah.

He was wearing a work shirt with the initials WASC.

Okay, well, I'll get Dev to do a search

of the local businesses.

I'm sorry I can't be of more help.

I'm not in my son's life.

You and Ayim never married, but you followed him

to Canada shortly after he brought Ibrahim here,

so why come if not to be closer to your son?

It's complicated.

And you and Ayim, you have some sort of arrangement.

Yes, you might say I was head hunted.

Abbassi wanted a son and he had very specific requirements

of the woman who would carry it for him.

And you won the job.

In exchange for a generous monthly stipend to go away.

But you didn't go away, you followed.

It looks that way, but no.

I came here to make a good life

and to make sure that Ayim kept up his end of the bargain.

That may seem cold to you,

but I made my peace with my decision a long time ago.

We're not here to judge you.

We're just curious, really, why you'd go see Ayim now,

after being away for so long.

He told you.

You bastard.

Where is my money?

You owe me!

He stopped paying you, didn't he?

Three months ago.

Won't even tell me why.

I'm sure a lawyer would be able to help.

There's no paperwork.

He made me a promise, I accepted.

I was young and stupid.

I suppose I should be thankful he's carried me

for this long, but-

You want what you were promised.

You're damned right, I do.

And I'm going to get it, one way or another.

We have reason to believe that your son was being watched

at his school by someone he didn't know.

Do you know anything about that?

Of course not.

Typical Abbassi, sending someone

to keep tabs on his own son.

Okay, well, thank you for your time.

We'll be in touch if you have any more questions.

Thank you.

Dev.

Did you trace the initials?

We'd like to speak to the owner.

Hamissi?

I'm sorry, he's not here.

Not for a cop, anyway.

Do you mind if we take a look around?

Or we could come back with a warrant and a dozen cops.

Whatever works for you.

Go ahead.

- Keep watch here. - All right.

That's it.

Walk away.

Michelle!

He's going out the back!

You must be Hamissi.

Ah!

Good work.

- You okay? - Yeah.

What the hell is this?

Oh, it's my supervisor application form.

Remember, we talked about it?

Well, I talked, you laughed.

This isn't to be taken lightly, Oz.

Yeah, I know, sir.

But you went behind my back anyway.

What do you think?

You fill out a form, take a few classes,

that's all there is to it?

Is that how you see my job?

Like anyone can do it?

No, sir. Not at all.

No, this is an all-consuming job

and the training is grueling.

You're gonna give up your nights and your weekends?

You're gonna hit the books instead of the bars?

Absolutely, sir.

Yeah.

All right, I'll make you a deal.

If you feel this strongly a couple months down the road,

I'll get the ball rolling.

But until then, I'll hold on to this.

I have assembled the ransom.

Already?

I'm still a man of some influence, Mr. Klein.

The money is in an account awaiting transfer.

Okay, well, we have five hours left

and my team are following up a very promising lead.

I understand, but the risk-

Doesn't just vanish when you hit "send"

on the money transfer.

Mr. Ayim, I want to give this to you

as straight as possible.

There is a good chance that your son will be executed

as soon as your money clears,

and the only chip we have left to play is time.

So I'm asking, please don't take that away from us,

not now, not when we're making real progress.

Sir, you can't be considering this.

We've already agreed on our course of action.

I'll delay the payment.

But if anything should happen to my son,

I will hold you personally responsible.

I told you I don't know anything about the missing kid.

Then why did you run?

You found the distillery.

I panicked.

Look, we know you've been harassing Ayim's son.

You've been hanging around his school.

What?

That...

Okay, yes.

There was one time, but not at his school.

We'd had a few drinks and we ran into the kid

at the gas station near the club.

He was a, a convenient target, that's all.

It's his father making my life a living hell, not him.

What's your problem with Ayim?

We came to this country to escape his oppression.

And what do we get, hm?

More of the same.

It's disgraceful.

How is he making your life a living hell?

His thugs are shaking down the club for money.

I run an non-profit business here.

Most of my proceeds are sent back home to Liberia

to help with the rebuilding efforts.

But now, that cash is in his pockets, while I'm forced

to make my own booze, just to stay in business.

Who do you send your proceeds to back home?

I don't send them directly, I use a broker, a local guy.

Does he have a name?

Yeah.

But you're not getting it.

Ayim finds out, I am a dead man.

You're scared of Ayim?

Hell, yeah, I'm scared of him.

He's a cold-blooded killer.

Look, we've all heard the rumors, and-

Rumors?

Are you kidding me?

The man is a monster.

I saw it with my own eyes.

- You okay? - Yeah.

Did you get anything that ties him

to being our schoolyard mystery man?

No, but he's telling the truth about Ayim.

That doesn't surprise me.

What does surprise me is a man with millions of dollars

is shaking down local businesses.

He had stopped the payments to Ibrahim's mother.

I'll have Dev look into his finances.

There's someone we need to talk to again.

What do you want me to say?

By the way, I've been funneling money

to Liberian protest groups

to help the fight against government corruption?

Well, Hamissi seems to think his money

is going towards rebuilding efforts.

Yeah, well, I get the money

to where it does the most good.

They need weapons, not care packages.

You see, I imagine Hamissi would love to know

that his money is actually putting guns

in the hands of rebels.

That's, you can't prove anything.

Besides, what does any of this have to with a missing kid?

Plenty.

By taking money out of Hamissi's pocket,

Ayim was unknowingly taking money out of yours.

And you need the cash, so by holding his son for ransom,

you get the money and your revenge all at once.

You're wrong.

I'm looking for justice, not revenge.

I want Ayim to pay for the evil he's done.

I'm an activist, not a criminal.

Well, this wouldn't be the first time

those lines have blurred.

I don't like him.

He's cocky.

There's something about him.

Yeah.

Hey, guys.

So I dug into Ayim's finances like you suggested.

You gotta check this out.

Just hit the top file there.

Okay, hold on.

These numbers are accurate? - Yeah.

Ayim invested heavily in the market

just in time for it to crash.

He lost a fortune.

I mean, that combined with bad property investments

and lavish spending, the guy's barely

keeping his head above water.

So he's actually broke.

Close to it, yeah.

So his son being kidnapped would give him

the perfect opportunity to start begging

for large sums of money.

You think he could've set this up to pad his bank account?

I think it's a bear worth poking.

Either way, hopefully it leads somewhere,

because we have less than three hours.

Hey, Liv.

He's insisting I bring you back in

to see him, against my advice.

He's refusing to take his meds before he speaks to you,

so he can be more focused.

The pain has to be excruciating, Toby.

Please go easy on him.

- Kid gloves, okay? - Okay.

Promise.

Kwesi?

Hey.

You wanted to see us?

Yes.

I want to help.

Good.

Ibrahim isn't just my responsibility.

He's my friend.

Do you remember what happened?

He's seizing.

Hold him down!

Okay, all right.

He's in arrest.

Give me the cart!

So Dev is looking into the vehicle make and model.

Good, thank you.

You know both gunmen were black,

Harwell's not the shooter.

- He could've been driving. - Mm-hm.

Hey!

Hey, where's my coffee?

What are you doing here so late?

Oh, wasn't tired.

I'm gonna check in on Kwesi,

unless you guys lost him again.

Okay.

Hey, great job, Dev.

Thanks for running those vehicle plates.

Man, the bank records?

Awesome.

Oh, and doing a search for those initials?

You're the best.

You're a computer wizard.

We'd be lost without you.

What do we have?

Well, thanks to our description of the vehicle,

Dev was able to do a search for traffic light photos

in the vicinity of the crime scene.

Wow, that's Rafiq.

Where did you get this?

It was taken six blocks from the abduction site,

two minutes after it happened.

Where's Rafiq now?

I don't know.

I don't believe you.

I think a man like you knows exactly

where his men are at all times.

So which one did you have shadowing your son at his school?

Which one almost killed your driver?

What are you insinuating?

Did you order the abduction of your son?

Mr. Klein?

I got something here you should see.

This package just got dropped off by courier.

Has it been checked?

Yeah.

I think you better have a look for yourself.

Hm.

My God.

I can't believe they sent us a damn finger.

Finger's on the way to the lab to test for DNA.

You still think Ayim might be behind this?

Yeah, I've seen what he's capable of.

I wouldn't put it past him.

Maybe this is Rafiq's doing, you know?

He finds out his boss is broke

and looks for an alternative to the unemployment line.

Did you question the courier?

Yeah, he says he has no idea what he was carrying.

The package and cash were waiting for him at pickup.

Hm.

So, where does this leave us?

Nothing's changed, so long as we have the money,

we hold all the cards.

No more games, the ransom will be sent immediately.

This is exactly what they want.

You can't. - I can and I will.

One call to the bank and it will finally be over.

Well, that's not gonna happen.

Your account has been frozen, pending investigation.

You can't do that.

I obtained those loans through legal means.

So your financiers are aware

that you have no way of paying them back?

Then there's the question of your personal security details

shaking down local businesses.

He's my son.

We haven't given up on him.

Okay, people, we have less than 90 minutes

to figure this out.

Let's stay with it. - All right.

Hey, Oz.

Hey.

How's he doing in there?

Stabilized, but until we find

the real source of the trouble, he's still at risk.

I'll keep you updated.

Okay, I'll be here.

Go home.

You look exhausted.

Oh, excuse me, it's been a long day.

Okay, what's going on?

It isn't like you, moping over a patient.

No, it's nothing.

It's just, uh, it's a work thing.

It's Ryder.

- Ryder. - Yeah.

This whole supervisor thing, I thought he'd be

a lot more supportive and it's like,

it's like he's trying to hold me back.

I don't get it.

My advice?

Yeah.

You need to be having this conversation with him.

There's not a whole lot of intel on Rafiq.

The car is under Ayim's name,

his apartment's in Ayim's name.

I don't even have a personal bank account on record here.

There's got to be a paper trial.

Well, we have a SIN number

and a driver's license, that's it.

He's working hard to stay off the radar.

He's doing a good job at that.

- Hey, guys. - Yeah?

I got to show you something.

By utilizing traffic cams and other security camera feeds,

I've pieced together the route taken by the SUV.

Dev, this is great.

Thanks.

Don't get too excited, they fell off the grid here.

So we got them pinned down on the Portlands

between Cherry and Lesley, but that's still

an extensive search, so.

Well, Rafiq is smart.

He's gonna choose a location

that we can't link back to him.

You know, there's a lot of

abandoned buildings in that area.

EMS got called out there all the time.

It's a haven for the homeless.

I'll get a list of addresses together.

Let's try the old boat house on Commissioner's next.

No, no, wait, I think I got something.

According to city hydro, the warehouse on Unwin

has been without electricity for years.

And?

And there was a work order placed three days ago

requesting the power be turned back on.

- That's it? - Yeah.

I'll call backup.

Okay, we have 10 minutes.

I don't trust Rafiq to keep his cool

when the money doesn't show.

I say we go in now.

Yeah.

All clear.

Stay close, keep your head down

and try not to get us shot.

Comforting pep talk.

I make three gunmen.

That's that kid from the schoolyard.

He must've fed us that story to throw us off.

You see Rafiq?

Ibrahim must be up where the guard is.

Rafiq might be up there with him.

Okay, looks like we got an opening.

When I go up, you cover me.

Okay.

You're with me. - Okay.

What are you waiting for?

Kill him! - Police!

Down on the ground!

Michelle, behind you!

Ugh!

- Everyone okay? - I'm good.

Yeah.

I got him.

- Thank you. Thank you. - You all right?

How's your hand?

I'm a paramedic.

All right, the blood's dry.

Leave the bandage on 'til we get to the hospital.

What happened to Kwesi?

My driver?

Is he all right? - Yeah, he's fine.

He's been worried sick about you.

Please, can I just,

can I get some fresh air, please?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll take you. - Good work, man.

Let's get you some fresh air.

- Dev. - Yeah?

It's him!

One move, he's dead.

Okay.

Just take it easy. - Drop your weapon.

Now!

It wasn't your finger.

My father could've been a great man.

He had the power, he had the money,

but he lost the trust of his people.

That cost him everything.

I will not make the same mistake.

You want everything your father had, but lost?

I hate it here.

And with 10 million dollars,

I can start my new life with my friends.

True friends, who love me and trust me to protect them.

What friends?

Uh, like Kwesi?

Kwesi is a great guy,

but he would've tried to talk me out of this.

So instead, you got him shot?

It wasn't supposed to happen.

What about this guy?

With his finger, when you cut that off?

Was that an accident?

You still don't get it.

I won't forget your sacrifice.

He wanted to, for you.

That's sick, man.

That's not true love.

These aren't your friends, these are your followers.

Stop that.

That's not true!

Violence, manipulation, fraud, you think that's trust?

You're twisting my words!

You haven't escaped your father.

You've become him.

Shut up, it's not true!

Bone shards?

That's right, but we were able to remove them all,

so it'll be painful, but you'll make a full recovery.

The pain here is not as bad as the pain here.

I lost a dear friend.

You know what?

If it's any consolation, I think you picked a good BFF.

Ha.

Oz. - Yes.

He was here when I first woke up.

Was he?

Does he always talk so much?

He does, yes.

I like him, I think he's funny.

Do you know he offered to get me a job

at his parents' restaurant?

Really?

Don't tell him I said so, but, I can do better.

I won't.

So you're gonna quit your job?

It's for the best, I think.

And to be honest, I'm ready for a change.

You know, there's a lot of that going around.

Sir, can I talk to you for a second?

What can I do for you?

Did I do something wrong, sir?

Did I mess up and you didn't tell me about it?

What are you talking about?

Well, I'm trying to think of a reason, any reason,

why you would stand in the way of me

trying to take the next step here.

Well, it's just that, I don't think you're ready.

I am ready.

Sir, I want this.

I'm not scared of the workload or the time commitment.

What I'm scared of is looking back on my life

10 years from now and realizing

I didn't challenge myself to do more with it.

So I can't change your opinion of me,

but I got news for you.

I'm gonna write this supervisor exam

whether you help me or not.

Congratulations.

On what?

On passing your first test.

My first test?

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

I had to be sure that you were 100% dedicated to this.

Read them, memorize them, live 'em and breathe 'em.

Yes, sir.

Here's your training manuals.

All right, there's a lot of 'em.

I don't how you breathe a book, but I will get to it, sir.

- Anything else? - Thank you.

I will get right on this, sir.

Sir?

You will not regret this.

Mm-hmm.

You don't expect me to open that up

for you, do you, Mr. Bey?

No, no.

I'm a supervisor now.

I got my own doors.

The case we have against your son is overwhelming,

sir, not to mention the fact

that he tried to kill one of my officers.

- Ibrahim. - Mr. Ayim, wait.

Wait.

Ibrahim, look at me!

Turn around and face me like a man!

Ibrahim!

I only wanted to protect you from my mistakes.

When you're ready, sir.