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I don't fear death.

If you survive this life

long enough, you learn the score.

I just didn't see anything like this

coming.

Fentanyl is one of the most

dangerous drugs in the world.

They are trying to kill off

our population.

Cartels use fentanyl analogs to evade our criminal laws.

And who's really profiting from it?

For supplies, Fentanyl made in China, coming

through our border from Mexico needs to stop.

A lethal dose of fentanyl is just two milligrams

or about four grains of sand.

And they took what they thought were Percocet pills instead.

Fentanyl poisoning.

The fentanyl plot, a drug epidemic responsible

for killing more than 100,000 Americans

last year.

People come from all over the world

to find the dreams of Los Angeles.

Except that dream is usually filled

with smoke and mirrors, lies and heartbreak.

And when aspirations turn to shit

and fate, it's its foot up your ass.

All that's left is escape.

Straight into hell.

I'm from Vegas,

where people blow thousands of dollars in the blink of an eye.

And where addicts.

Live like rats in the city.

Tunnels.

I saw the drug

epidemic that destroyed lives.

It didn't matter who you were.

What matters is how corrupt this fucking city is.

Every drug dealer is one text away.

Not a single one of them had a chance.

The vultures in the city picked them

clean.

The fentanyl pipeline stretch from China

all the way to Mexico.

And into the United States.

And I found myself stuck in the middle of this shit.

I want you to listen to me.

I want you to listen to me good.

We've been operating

on the West Coast without a glitch.

As a matter of fact, you know more than anybody else.

The business has been booming for us.

The Mexicans and the blacks, they distribute.

Organized by our friend Mr.

Sanders here.

Process is pretty simple.

Yeah.

Well, it seems not so much lately.

The minorities have risen

from the ashes, and they feel very much

entitled these days.

The Mexicans are being.

And the buyer from the DEA.

We've managed to tailor the product

from Mexico to our needs.

And all has been settled.

But the blacks, however.

Well, that's a whole

other fucking story.

I'm running a nondiscriminatory

organization, so no offense, but the blacks,

they just got really fucking greedy.

Tom.

I'm going to need you to straighten it out.

Balbuva from Moss has

sent us here.

We do appreciate everything you've done up until now. Us?

Don't get me wrong.

Tom.

You're going to be meeting with Tyson Prince.

Sanders is going to accompany you.

Since he's been with us since the beginning.

Prince thinks that you're there to negotiate

and deliver the shipment of fentanyl.

There's going to be no negotiation.

Jimmy's going to handle it from here.

As for the prince and I.

Were parting ways.

Understood.

No violence.

Parson Prince.

Could be a very charming guy.

I'm sure he'll understand if he objects,

you let me know, okay?

And we'll handle it.

Capiche?

Don't look so nervous, Wilson.

All good things come to an end.

Fentanyl was passed

around the streets like candy.

Just a drop of this shit

can take you out.

Then mixing this stuff with everything. No!

And people are dropping like flies

over the border.

Over the Johnstone.

You ready slick?

Yeah. Nobody's here.

What do you want, a greeting party? Let's go.

Hey, bro, you better don't fuck this up.

You get me?

My neck is on a line and Tyson's going to start a street war

when he finds out Ross is cutting them out.

Keep your fucking pants on. Easy for you to say.

I'm the one that brought that

motherfucker Prince to the table.

He don’t like bad news.

John's with another. Let's go.

You sure about this?

Shit.

They just killed this motherfucker.

LAPD.

Put the gun down and raise your hands.

Don't make any stupid moves, motherfucker.

You're the lady.

Drop it!

Fuck!

Ha ha ha ha!

Look who we have here.

Look, the boss said this errand boy do all the dirty work.

I love it.

Not much of a talker, is he?

I'll tell you something.

Where are you going.

You won't need to do any talking.

Did you just kill a friend of mine?

Oh, you didn't know?

We've been talking for a long time.

Yeah.

You know,

you should really be careful who you keep company with.

Well.

What do you want?

What do I want?

It's the system, man.

the system.

You're going to waste more bullets

to tell me what the fuck you want.

Thank you.

She's usually not this nice.

It's your lucky day.

I didn't kill anybody.

Take him out.

You have the right to remain silent.

Have a nice day.

Will be counted against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford an attorney we’ll provide one for you.

I will never see every day this thing again.

Same here

I’m good.

That's why me.

I got some business to Take care off.

You good?

Oh. I'm good.

Okay. [Song}

You see, Tyson Prince is one of the most

feared gangsters in LA.

He grew up in Compton.

Dope, dope and did hits for the Bloods ever since he was 13.

He's the last person You want to fuck with.

Prince had all these labs set up all over Los Angeles.

His hoes would mix the shit

in the garage while his crew was packaging

the white powder fentanyl

into street drugs like meth, cocaine and heroin.

Oh. Oh.

Yeah.

What's up?

Yo, Jimmy.

You up?

Hahaha. Yeah.

We got this little issue with this fucking fentanyl situation.

All right, so what's happening?

I'm, doing some reorganizing,

and I may need you to keep an eye

on a couple of people that could potentially become a problem.

Yeah.

Like who?

Like some prince and his crew.

Prince?

Yeah.

I thought he was a non-issue to you.

I thought it was a good system.

He's all over L.A.

and has quality product.

Am I right or am I wrong?

Well, I just took out his middle man.

I don't think he's gonna like that.

Who’s that? Wilson Sanders.

Wilson. Sanders.

Yeah. Why?

He was the one who brought Prince to us in the first place.

You're not wrong, Jimmy.

I just didn't like the motherfucker.

Damn!

Oh, hey. The fuck?

And I had a Burning Man in the process.

Who's that?

Blackwell.

Fuck. What, are you trying to get rid of the whole crew?

If we get it, Jimmy, just do me a favor.

I may need you here.

Okay.

Consider it done. But look,

let me give you some advice.

What?

Don't be so quick to pull the trigger

when you're doing business on the street.

Everybody's your enemy.

Thanks for the words of wisdom, Jimmy.

But I know what I'm doing.

Hum. I'll be in touch.

I appreciate you taking the call.

You got it, Holmes.

Take it easy.

Fucking guy!

Your honor,

we have written testimony from a confidential informant

stating that Mr.

Blackwell is an active member of the Rossi.

organized crime family.

This man is a criminal and a disgrace to society,

taking part in illegal activities

as a low level soldier and enforcer for the Rossi

organization.

Evidence from the defendant's gun and bullets fired clearly

shows Mr. Blackwell as the shooter. Objection.

Your honor, there is absolutely no evidence

to suggest my client ever fired

that gun or intended to kill the victim.

Overruled.

The government has overwhelming evidence of Mr.

Blackwell's actions at the location of the murder,

including police, eyewitnesses from the sting operation

who have all identified Mr.

Blackwell as the individual who pulled the trigger.

All rise,

Thomas Blackwell, you are hereby sentenced to life

in prison for the first degree murder of Wilson Sanders.

May God have mercy on your soul.

Mr. Rossi,

I'm moving into my own private

practice, and I would like for us

to continue doing business together.

Of course,

we'll continue to do business together.

Excellent.

Mr. Rossi,

my father used to smoke cigars in the basement playing poker

it had same smell.

I'll never forget.

It takes me back 30 years.

That's a long time.

Not bad.

Not bad at all.

What about Tyson Prince?

I want you to keep that Tyson Prince in line.

You do whatever you got to do.

I love this city.

And this smell?

Tyson Prince,

He's only in business because I made that happen.

You understand? Sure.

With syringes out of the way,

I expect the profit margin to jump up at least 25%.

You know, there's.

There's something that's been on my mind

that I wanted to ask you regarding Blackwell.

What?

Don't you find it odd that he has no immediate family?

No next of kin?

I don't know why that matters.

Henry, this is very important.

I need you to understand.

For this case, you're gonna have to give up your identity

and cut off all communication with everybody in your life,

including your wife and kid.

You okay with that?

Yes, sir.

We have a confidential informant

gonna bring you into the Rossi organization.

I know who Rossi is.

His business takes in between Vegas

and Los Angeles, and he's moving fentanyl on the streets.

Personally, I don't give a fuck about Rossi.

I think he's a cockroach.

But the fact that he wants

to come back to Nevada and piss on us.

I want to take this fucker down.

Understand?

I do.

If anything takes you out of this jurisdiction,

I can't protect you.

But just know that your safety

is my first priority.

We clear?

We're clear.

Good.

Sergeant Henry Donovan.

Your new name is Thomas Blackwell.

You are now no longer part of the Las Vegas Police Department.

Your case file will be restricted.

I'll be the only one with access.

Are we clear?

Yes, sir.

Okay.

Hey Ribs, You got a minute?

Yeah. Am I missing the party?

Plenty of fish in the sea.

Let me take you up on that.

Hey, listen, thanks for taking care of that thing with Sanders.

This was beginning to be a pain in my ass.

Yeah. Yeah.

You got it.

We'll make a deal with Prince for now.

Keep things calm.

With Sanders out of the way.

Prince is going to be very profitable for us.

Make it work.

When is a good time?

Any time Angela will handle it.

Appreciate your assistance.

Yeah, you got it.

What about Blackwell?

What about him.

He was expendable

all these years.

He came to us through one of our Vegas contacts.

Alfredo.

Bruno Bruno was in charge of Rossi's operation in Vegas.

For nine months, we had him under surveillance

for the distribution and sale of narcotics.

By the time we brought him in, he was looking at life.

So we got him to flip.

But things didn't work out that well for Bruno.

He didn't last too long on the outside.

His freedom was cut short and we found was left open.

Jammed in the back of a Lincoln Continental.

Just days after his release.

That's when we realized the depth

of Rossi's criminal organization and what we had to do to sever

the head of the snake.

I had a feeling that Blackwell did the job.

I just couldn't prove it.

Keep your enemies close.

My father used

the game of chess as an example for life itself.

Always be at least three moves ahead

I had no further use for Blackwell.

I did what needed to be done.

You. My investigation's classified,

and only one person knows the details.

I'm a dead man in here.

If anyone can get me out of here.

It's Sam.

Sam Connor was the only one I can trust.

He's my last hope.

Hey Crater.

I'm not sure if you're aware of.

This. We received a court order

transferring Blackwell to Nevada.

Las Vegas

detective named Connor was in charge of the transport.

It's Randy. Ramsey.

We have a big problem.

Once Rossi gets wind of this transfer,

they'll find out who I am and go straight for my family.

That, my friend,

is the Port Jackson Australian bullhead,

one of the only shark species that could eat and breathe

at the same time while remaining perfectly still.

Most sharks

have to be emotional or force more through their gills.

Not the most ideal way to have a meal.

Let’s go

How the fuck did that go down?

That piece of shit.

Ramsay set me up.

You're out.

That's the important thing.

Let's talk to Fitzpatrick tomorrow.

The judge? Yeah,

and he'll take it from there.

Well, I'm in until the job's done.

You weren't aware,

but we had surveillance on Jimmy for a while.

He was bringing in

100,000 M30 pills.

You know, the fentanyl. I knew.

Do you understand?

Yeah, I do.

He's selling fucking drugs on the street.

He's killing kids. Kids are od'ing.

They're dropping like flies.

We do it like this.

We go fucking bandidos on all of them.

What do you want to do?

Because I'll fucking do that to.

We do it the right way. We put him away.

Tomorrow we're going to go see Judge Fitzpatrick.

He got you out.

We owe him this visit.

Is that daddy?

Your family.

I love you guys.

We'll take it from there.

The fuck are you doing here?

Rusty’s place.

You know, how come I never get invited

to these lovely gatherings you guys have here?

How you’re doing fellows.

Hey Alexa. You dumb asshole.

What do you want, Ramsay?

Must be urgent.

Yeah

It's been that long?

Yes. It has.

Well, it's good to see you.

Sorry I can't say the same.

someone with the same punk ass.

What are you trying to say?

Sit your black ass down.

Don't forget, I'm fucking cop.

Look, pig.

I don't like you.

And I definitely don't want your ass well enough to.

So say, what the fuck you got to say?

Get out.

For a guy who saved your life and handle your business.

It's kind of disrespectful, don't you think?

Not in here princess.

So what you got to say.

Probably nothing.

It's really not nice.

Nice?

Yeah, but I'll tell you what I'm going to do for you.

I'm going to give you the guy

That killed Sanders, your friend.

But I got the handle

dudes in a cage, right?

Ain’t need you for that.

If that's what you want?

Spill that.

But you're gonna want to hear this.

I know

I had enough to put Rossi away,

but what I didn't know is how far

Ramsay's network went.

Dirty.

Cops protecting the gangster.

I don't know what's worse.

Fucking place is a shithole.

Who else knows about this?

You, me and a judge.

And he's cool with it.

He was a recruit with the academy before he went to law school.

Think we got company here.

I think I know who this is.

We got these motherfuckers now.

It's a dead end.

Let's kill these motherfuckers.

Sam. Sam. Oh!

Hey. Hey!

Hang on.

Ha ha!

I know you.

You okay, pal? Sam.

Oh, Sam,

call Detective Houston.

Oh, jeez.

I'm sorry.

Brother.

At that moment, I was no longer a cop.

I was a dead man walking

in the middle of a drug war.

Greater wind?

Never mind.

Nice blouse.

The blueprints out there.

I thought this shit was being handled.

Mr. Rossi.

First off, why is Blackwell

being busted out of jail by some cop from Vegas?

I think you should calm down.

Don't fucking tell me to calm down.

You work for me. Let's get that straight.

I don't know why he was being transferred.

Some judge in Nevada signed his paperwork.

Why the fuck was Blackwell

being transferred to Nevada?

I'm not sure.

You leaked the information to Prince

so he could take out his revenge

in the middle of broad daylight.

The wolf man brought this up.

Look,

there's more going on here than just a transfer, okay?

The cop came in alone.

Had all the right paperwork, and walked out with Blackwell

like that. It doesn't make any sense.

What doesn't make any sense.

Is why you and I, cocksucker

Ramsey, were fucking around and got Blackwell

released to just kill Tyson Prince

and my entire revenue stream with his organization. So.

You got to trust me.

We're going to handle this.

Yeah.

Yeah. You are.

You fucking nitwit.

I'm not through with you yet,

asswipe.

Now, I got to bother Jimmy before the next shipment

of fucking fentanyl comes in.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Hey, Jimmy, it's Salvador.

I need you to do me a favor.

Please.

I need you to find me a judge in Las Vegas.

I'm going to send you all the details. And,

it's the same deal as usual.

I'm sorry if I interrupted your day.

I want to talk to Ramsey.

Stupid fucking imbeciles.

Roger that.

Jimmy has a long history as a hatchet man

for the Mexican drug cartels.

He handles operations from California to Nevada.

By butchering the competition and anyone else in the way.

The cartels love Jimmy.

He moved in a fentanyl to keep them happy.

And make Rossi a very rich man.

His reputation precedes him.

Hey, Ramsey.

Okay.

Quite a shitshow here.

Yeah.

Looks like a bloody war zone. Hey,

What are we going to do?

What do you mean, what we're going to do? Prince is dead.

To kill the transporting officer

in a gang related rescue attempt.

Right.

Put out a state wide alert.

Blackwell killed a cop.

Fuck it!

Find him.

How the fuck did Prince know

I was getting bailed out?

It was only a matter of time

before they pin Sam's murder on me.

The clock's ticking.

I need to clear my head.

Your move.

I should have just killed Blackwell.

I know he was

probably dealing under the table trying to fuck me.

But I got something for that.

The entire police force is going to be looking for him.

When was the last time you spoke with Jimmy?

Last night.

I fucking called him this morning.

Doesn't call me back.

I know he's leaving for Sinaloa next week.

If you see him at all,

I want you to make sure

he finds out all about this judge in Vegas.

And I want to find out everything

there is about Blackwell and what is being transferred there.

I'll find out any connection Blackwell has that.

Do you understand?

This has gone too far.

Fuck.

Jimmy was on his way to kill me.

But first, he had to pick up a shipment

of fentanyl from the cartels.

This maniac

will go after my family if he can't find me.

This guy is all business,

and he's good.

There's a reason they call this maniac The angel of death.

He's a stone

cold killer.

I have to get out of town fast,

but I need to make one stop.

Pick up some weapons and cash

and find Jimmy.

Before he finds me.

I got a feeling I underestimated the situation.

Now that Prince has expired.

His organization is going to be up for grabs.

Which means that every Tom, Dick

and Harry is going to take a stab at him.

You can't let that happen.

I want you to take control.

I want you to seize everything.

You go along on arrival, Ramsey.

Don't let him fuck this up.

I don't want him to take a shit without my approval.

You understand? You got it boss.

You want to play Blackwell?

Let's fucking play, Huh? Let's go.

Fucking Ramsey, man.

I told you, bro.

Oh!

Happy to see me?

Oh shit!

Tell me everything I need to know.

A former district attorney has been shot dead

this afternoon at a firms

parking structure in downtown Los Angeles.

Detectives on the scene are treating this as a homicide.

The victim has been identified as Robert Creighton.

City officials left seemingly hopeless,

gunned down, as well as three gang members

tied to fentanyl distribution in Los Angeles.

Several pounds of blue and 30 fentanyl pills were discovered

in the victim's black SUV.

Yeah.

Are you watching the news.

I'm here.

How the fuck did this happen?

I don't know.

You don't know that very fucking comforting.

I'll handle it.

like you handled Balckwell’s real issue.

Look, Rossi, I said it was handled

or maybe linked to the death

of District Attorney Robert Prater.

Then do that.

Thomas Blackwell, a suspected of.

And several members of the crew now associates.

Yeah.

Hey, Jimmy. Find out anything?

Yeah, I just got here, so.

All right. Good.

I’m gonna see the judge in a minute, so. Hold on.

Well, I don't like this, Jimmy.

I don't like this at all.

This has gone too far.

I need to fix the situation for me.

How's that?

I think I might have fucked up with Parkwell.

I feel that all of my eyes on this man.

Really?

This is going to be expensive.

So. Because he won't go easy.

But all right, I'll take care of it.

I have a feeling there's hiding somewhere close. Just find.

The judge will.

Do you consider it done?

I have to kill him.

Thomas Blackwell

Who’s got any connection to the murder of the LasVegas police officer.

He's considered dangerous.

Proceed with caution.

That's him.

Hey, Joe.

I'm back.

Upstairs.

Last door.

Oh fuck.

He’s here.

Go to your.

Right.

Go go go go go. Oh!

Baby girl.

Michael killed all of them.

He killed Ramsey's crew.

I want to talk to Ramsey.

I told you not to trust him.

Go get me a drink.

It’s not money.

It's revenge.

What do you want to do?

There you are.

It's going to be a long night your honor.

Can I help you?

I sure hope so.

You're making a big mistake.

I need you to tell me

everything you know about Blackwell.

You know, court order, you know?

Oh, my.

You sure you know what you're doing here?

Pretty sure.

His name.

His name is Henry Donovan.

He was a new recruit

in the Las Vegas Police Department before that.

He was in a special operations unit. He,

worked at drug cartels in

Colombia.

Mexico?

They signed him to infiltrate

your organization as an undercover agent.

He's a fucking cop.

No, not just any cop.

How many different kinds of cops are there?

He's lethal.

Trained machine.

And he will hunt you down.

No shit.

Yeah.

No shit.

Hum, I see.

Know you're out.

If you did, you never would frame him

for murder.

Okay,

I need you to tell me about his family.

No. No way.

Okay.

Your honor, I.

Ow ow ow

ow ow ow!

Your honor.

It's gonna be a long night.

Oh, no.

What's it gonna be? Oh.

Oh, Ah,

You work for Salvador Rossi.

You're making a big mistake.

Oh, Oh.

Thanks.

Chocolate.

It's an interesting choice.

Yeah.

Yeah, I get that from my mother.

Should we give it to me whenever I have an upset stomach?

Oh, you know why, I got an upset stomach?

Oh, I'm sure you're going to tell me.

You know,

I haven't had a cigaret in seven years.

Two cigars, no cigarets

and cigarets will kill you.

Yeah.

Look,

Right now is not a good time, so why you don’t just.

Let me know.

How can I help you? You help me?

Okay.

You take me to help you.

Yeah. How so?

Well.

Let's see.

You were supposed to put Blackwell away

and let him rot in prison.

That didn't happen, No, no, no, no, let me finish.

Now, I trust what you said

because you are an officer of the law under my parole.

And I expected you to actually do what you say. Right.

I didn't know that.

You didn't know what?

That Blackwell was a fucking

undercover cop from Las Vegas.

What the fuck?

Shut the fuck up!

Blackwell was introduced to the organization

by a fucking informant.

You said he was clean. He was clean.

There was no connections, no red tape, nothing.

I see.

And you, with all your bullshit, couldn't

figure out that he was a fucking plant

whose identity was changed just to take me down.

Now, what do I pay you for?

We checked him out.

He was clean.

What’s this?

he was a fucking cop at the Las Vegas police.

Department. The fuck you talking about?

I just did your job for you.

Where'd you get this?

Which makes me question why I'm paying.

Or makes me wonder

if you're in on it.

You got 24 hours.

You got 24 hours to find him and kill him.

If you don't,

I'm gonna murder you myself.

We understand each other.

Good.

You wasted enough of my time, 24 hours.

One hot chocolate.

No. Give it to him mom.

He’s got an upset tummy.

Everything okay?

Boss?

Who’s calling you?

Come on, Patty, pick up.

Hello, Patty.

It's me.

Henry.

Listen,

I need you to take Anthony and go right to your mother's house.

Why? What did you do?

Listen, I can't explain it now.

I will tell you when I see you.

Just go directly to your mother's.

You're scaring me, okay?

What is going on?

Your lives are in danger, okay?

Do you understand? Damn it!

Henry. I really hate you.

This will make sense when I see you.

I can't get into it now.

Is that daddy?

Fuck!

Fuck!

Everything okay?

Boss?

What's the status with the Prince operation?

Everything's good.

Products moving.

Is there any problems with the underlings?

Nah, they’re like animals.

They'd rather eat than die.

Good.

Hello. Hey. Where are you?

Vegas.

Did you kill him yet?

Good things come to those who wait. Sweetheart.

Don't tease me, darling.

Am I going to have to tell Rossi

You haven't finished the job yet

You do that.

Well, if you want to get paid and laid

That's music to my ears darling.

Talk to you soon. Bye.

Hey! You shouldn't have come in here.

Oh, hello. Hey.

Oh. Oh.

Henry.

So what you do?

I saw the news.

No, that shit.

is true.

What is true?

Henry.

Tell me why you left me and your son for three years.

No. I want to know.

Okay.

I was undercover

in an organized crime family.

These guys were based out of Vegas,

but they work in LA,

and I.

I ended up so deep, I got lost.

I knew when I took the job that my life would be at risk.

What about your family?

You're right.

I was wrong.

I need a few days to finish what I started.

Listen to me.

You stay here with your mother.

Don't even take Anthony to the school until you hear from me.

For how long?

This is crazy. Yeah, I know, it's crazy.

I pissed off a very dangerous man.

This fucking guy will do anything.

There was

an assassin waiting for you back at the house.

You're a cop.

They erased my identity when I took this assignment.

We're fucked. Baby I’m sorry.

I’ll fix this. No.

I love you, Patty.

But I will make sure nothing happens to you and Anthony.

I swear.

I promise.

Fuck.

Any word on Blackwell?

Not a word.

This guy's on a fucking killing spree.

And you morons haven't heard a word.

There's a nationwide search for him.

You know, I think that. I think that what?

I don't pay you to think that.

You know that.

Okay,

if I'm wanting you to fucking think that, you know

that I would pay you to fucking think that. You know that.

Do you fucking understand me?

Yes, sir.

This motherfucker is going after everybody involved.

Craney’s dead.

Jimmy's dead.

Ramsey is now fucking dead.

I don't know what the fuck

you guys are waiting for.

Will you find him?

Three years. Three fucking years.

This motherfucker is working for me for three years

as a fucking cop.

It's on a fucking cops.

And the fucking prosecutor, boss.

They’re both fucking dead.

This animal.

He is not coming to arrest anybody.

He's coming to fucking murder us.

Angela,

I want you to put the word out.

I want every fucking hoodlum tell a gangster on a street

on this guy. You understand?

Yes, sir.

I'm putting $1 million on his head

to anybody who brings him toys dead or alive.

Now, I don't care who they are.

Black, spic, Indian, that seven.

It makes no fucking difference.

Just bring him fucking here.

Now get the fuck out of my house!

I got stacks.

Man, next time, I'll fuck you up.

is that motherfucking.

Blackwell. He's the one that killed Chris.

Surprise, surprise, motherfucker!

There's $1 million bounty on you cop.

What's up?

If I was you.

You’ve got some fucking balls showing up here.

Shut the fuck up!

I put a mole for your head. You hear what I said?

You motherfucker that killed Prince.

Set up my shot since he started.

Put your ass up I’m fucking going to beat.

Get your ass out here!

I was going to say wake up.

Woke him up about the ticket.

Well, You got to understand, guys.

We take him. Get him!

Come on. Fuck!

What? The fucking head!

I got no problem. Get in the fucking car, man.

You heard the man.

The fucking car. My brain's up.

I'm getting in.

I'm not going to tell you again.

Let's go.

I'm gonna put you

out of your misery, motherfucker.

Hold him.

I got you.

You know the story of the Greeks and the Trojan horse

and all that shit. Shut up!

Shut the fuck up, man.

Okay.

Yo, we got him it’s payday.

Well go get him. Get out on the car. Let's go.

Come on, let's go. Can you say thank you?

Come on.

If it were up to me, you were dead a long time ago.

You fucking think I give a fuck about Rossi?

You hear me? Come.

Come on.

Mr. Rossi.

We have quite the situation.

Are you okay, sir?

He's coming for me.

We can handle him, boss.

Is that so?

I guess

I got nothing to worry about.

What do you want to do?

Angela.

Let's get the fuck out of town.

You stay.

Here, Mr...

You're allright?

I'm good. Sweetheart.

You should see the other guys

Welcome back, Mr.

Rossi.

Nice to see you again, Sam.

How you doin buddy.

Pleasure's mine.

How long are you in town?

I'm not sure yet.

Just sort out a few things.

We're here for anything you need.

Thanks, buddy. Of course

Detective Houston.

Good evening, detective.

Who am I speaking with?

You don't know who I am,

but I'm going to tell you how to find out.

This is Henry Donovan.

I was with the Las Vegas Police Department.

Do me a favor.

Pull up my file.

I don't seem to have you

on the system.

I was with special operations under Lieutenant

Sam Connor.

We get any word on Blackwell's bounty?

Got word he turned himself in our associate couldn’t finish the job.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Do I have your attention?

Yes. It was a setup.

I didn't kill him.

What do you mean you didn't kill him?

I was planted on Rossi's crew for years.

Why are you calling me now?

Because I need you to help me set things right.

Mr. Donovan, I have no record of who you are.

It may be best if you come in

and we can look into your claims.

Check your email.

It's all there.

If you are who you say you are.

You've done a lot of damage.

I’ll find out.

Okay. Are you gonna call?

Yeah, he’s out.

He’s out.

Checks. Gonna find out.

Here’s your chips. Thank you

I think I’m going to sit this one out.

Folks.

I didn’t think I was going to see you again.

Business must be good.

You got to take care of a couple of things.

In and out. So how have you been?

When you sin.

You're separated from

God and life.

That's the crazy.

For the wages of sin.