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(crickets chirping)

♪♪ (slow electronica)

(indistinct radio transmissions in distance)

(radio transmissions continue)

♪♪ (continues)

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(phone chimes)

(police siren in distance)

I think I'm gonna have to kill her, man.

She's gonna ruin my life.

She keeps calling my wife.

Hanging up.

Threatening to go see her.

I caught her in my front yard

watching my kids the other day.

She has a lack of empathy, man.

But still...

(soft sigh)

Last time I got caught fucking around on my wife,

she took the kids to her mom's for a month.

We're good now.

Sleeping in the same bed.

But still, I just can't stay away from her, man-to-man.

You get it.

Her dying is the only way this is gonna end.

Chloe knows I can't stop.

You'll see.

Believe me.

It's like we're not even in control of our own lives.

They are.

Women.

Ultimate evil.

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(helicopter whirring overhead)

(police siren in distance)

License and registration.

(papers shuffling)

You know why I stopped you?

No.

You ran that light back there.

I did?

Yeah.

(indistinct radio transmissions in distance)

(vehicles passing)

All right. Step out of the car.

(door opens)

Look, I'm really sorry.

You been drinking?

No. Absolutely not.

I swear.

All right.

Relax.

(soft sigh)

Everything's gonna be okay.

Thank you.

No worries.

Just keep calm.

(vehicles passing)

You have a fun night out?

It was all right.

Yeah?

I'll bet.

I mean, you seem real fine.

They must be falling at your feet.

Men, women.

You date black guys?

(crickets chirping)

(indistinct radio transmissions in distance)

This your current address?

Yeah.

This is a nice neighborhood.

You must do all right for yourself.

That's cool.

So, can I go?

No.

Why not?

Why do you think?

Are you gonna write me a ticket?

I don't know yet.

What do you want?

What do I want?

It's not about what I want.

It's about what you want.

I just wanna go home.

Or...

We could hook up.

I could come to your place.

I mean, since now I know where you live.

(shudders)

Okay, here's the situation, Donna.

You were driving recklessly.

Now, if I search your car, I'm sure I'll find some pills.

Maybe some blow.

Then I'll have to take you in.

Open your wallet.

Do it.

(indistinct radio transmissions in distance)

Just give it to him.

(bills shuffling)

$440.

Thank you.

I guess we'll consider this a warning then.

Hmm?

Drive safe.

(car door opens)

(door closes)

(engine starts)

See you around, Donna.

(indistinct radio transmissions in distance)

(phone rings)

(rings)

(rings)

What?

You like my pictures?

I wanted to show you what you been missing.

I'm on duty.

Well, come by later.

No.

I'll make it worth your while.

(chuckles)

What I say about calling my house?

Well, what the fuck am I supposed to do, baby?

I missed you.

Yeah, but you can't do that.

Don't be mad, Daddy.

Don't be mad.

Look, you gotta back the fuck off.

All right? Now, I'm going.

Baby, I'm hungry.

I'm forgetting what you taste like.

Yeah.

You want that?

Yeah.

-Where are you? -Home.

You're lying.

Your voice turns me on, you know that?

Baby, say something for me.

What you want me to say?

If I was there right now, what would you want me to do?

Come on.

Maybe wanna put me in handcuffs? Hmm?

Give me a little lesson?

That's what you want?

Yeah.

(sniffs)

How wet are you right now?

Come see.

I just got some extra cash.

How 'bout me and Martin come by a little later?

No, baby. Don't bring Martin.

-Why not? -Because Martin's a creep,

and I haven't seen you in, like, a week, and...

can't it just be you tonight?

I miss you.

I miss you, too.

Babe, when are we gonna go away together, just the two of us?

Soon.

I've been saving up.

For me?

Yeah, for you.

Where?

You'll see.

(radio chatter)

AMANDA: Baby, I want you so bad right now.

How long are you gonna be?

Mmm, a few hours.

AMANDA: Okay, well, why don't you send something to hold me over?

Okay? Send it to me.

How 'bout my face? How's that?

Fine. Just make sure I see you in uniform, okay?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, hang on.

-(camera clicks) -Hey, Officer.

This is for my mother.

(engine revs)

10-33.

FEMALE DISPATCHER (on radio): Go ahead.

Officer down, Vantage and Sylvan.

Copy that. Sending emergency response.

Fuck.

(sirens approaching)

(sirens continue)

You're probably gonna be on the news tomorrow.

We're gonna keep someone around you for a couple days,

just to make sure you're doing all right.

Okay?

Let's get you cleaned up.

Homicide will be here soon.

It's gonna be a long night.

I heard gunshots.

I saw Larry on the ground.

And a guy running to his car.

I fired at him a few times, but he got away.

I went over to Larry, but he was already dead.

Did you get a good look at the shooter?

Not really.

(locker opens)

(crackling, rustling)

(snorts)

(snorts)

(in Spanish) I saw your mother last night.

She was a cat who climbed onto my bed...

...and sat on my chest.

When she looked down at me...

...the cat began to cry.

Each of her tears...

...was for a dream that she'd had for you.

A dream of the life you will never have now.

And the man you will never be.

Once I had understood these tears...

...the cat turned into Magdalena.

Only now she had wings.

Like an angel.

And the angel told me...

...to treat you not as my nephew.

But as my son.

And to take great care of you.

And then the angel kissed me...

...and flew away.

Do you understand what this means?

(in Spanish) My Spanish...

...isn't good.

I'm sorry.

From now on...

...every year on this day...

...we'll celebrate your vengeance.

We will honor your mother.

And burn an effigy...

...of the policeman who took Magdalena from us.

(clattering)

This is the gun I used...

...when I killed that cop.

For you.

To thank you...

...for the help you have given me.

Thank you.

It'll have a special place...

...at my sister's shrine.

You must worry no more.

You will stay here with us...

...until things have calmed down in America.

Thank you, Uncle.

(exhales)

It makes me happy...

...that you've returned to me, Jesus.

Your family is going to take care of you...

...here in Mexico.

(in English) But first...

First you must learn to speak Spanish.

(chuckles)

Huh?

(line ringing)

MAN: Hello.

Yeah, I need to talk to Damien.

MAN: Who is this?

It's Martin.

Larry's friend?

MAN: I don't know any Larry.

(dial tone)

(line rings)

-Hello? -Hey, don't hang up.

I need to talk to Damien.

Where are you calling from?

A pay phone.

Why are you calling?

I got something that you need to see.

What is it?

A picture.

Picture of what?

The guy who shot Larry.

Okay. Hold on.

Let me go get him.

(dialogue, indistinct)

(dialogue, indistinct)

Now smack yourself.

Smack yourself hard.

Harder.

(smack lands)

Let's go.

So what is this you have to show me?

Have any cops seen this?

No.

Do you know who it is?

Fuck.

That's Magdalena's son.

His name is Jesus.

How does he know it was us?

That's a good question.

I'll look into it.

But maybe you shouldn't have shot his mom.

That wasn't me.

That was Larry.

Interesting.

Larry said she came out the back door and you shot her.

And he said he shot the driver.

I don't know what to tell you.

Larry was lying.

Was he?

You weren't supposed to kill Magdalena.

It was just supposed to be a robbery.

That's Larry's fault.

Not mine.

Larry's not here.

All we have is each other.

All I know is we got a lot of paranoid Mexicans out there now.

These are nice.

Let me see.

Who is she?

Amanda.

It's Larry's girlfriend.

Can I have that back?

No.

I was gonna give it to you, but you lied to me.

So now I'm keeping it.

For all the trouble you caused.

You'll work it off.

You go in tomorrow.

And you tell them this guy shot Larry.

I can't just walk in two weeks later and say,

"Oh, yeah, I remember now."

Then I guess you'll have to kill him.

I can't do that.

You caused this.

WOMAN (on TV): ...sheriffs are still searching for the man

who shot and killed Sergeant Lawrence Wadlow

and attempted to kill his partner, Deputy Martin Jones.

According to sources, sheriffs' homicide investigators

still have no leads on the suspect

who was seen fleeing the scene

in either a gray or silver sports car.

This was the first deputy killed

in the line of duty in two years,

and the department is understandably--

I know what you did.

Larry told me everything.

You wanna keep your voice down?

Yeah, I can do that. (sniffs)

What do you want?

I want Larry's money.

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

Larry had some cash set aside for him and for me.

I don't know anything about Larry's money.

(sniffs)

Fine. We can split it.

I'll split it with you.

What, are you high right now?

(sniffs)

What are you gonna do with it?

You just gonna keep it for yourself?

-Because Larry told me-- -Fuck Larry.

Fuck!

Larry promised that he was gonna take care of me.

Well, Larry's dead.

And you can't be coming down here and saying shit like this.

So just go home Amanda.

Okay.

What's it worth to leave you alone?

Because I could go to any cop right here right now,

and I will tell them what you fuckin' did.

Swear to God.

You trying to blackmail a cop?

Yeah.

I want $10,000.

No.

Seven.

I can give you two.

Yeah, okay, two's good. It's good.

When do I get it?

Couple days.

I need to go to a bank.

Okay.

But I don't want to see you after that.

Yeah.

Okay.

Just give me the money.

(whistle blows in distance)

There's no smoking allowed here.

You wanna put that out?

Yes, sir.

How long do we have?

I gotta be somewhere in a couple hours.

Have things calmed down yet?

Yeah.

Kinda.

Are you doing okay?

I don't really feel like talking about it.

Sure.

So how was school?

WOMAN: Did you get the goat milk?

I wrote it down.

No, I must have forgot.

Sorry.

I have something to tell you.

Okay.

I told my dad about us.

Why?

Because I wanted to.

What did you tell him?

That we've been hanging out.

Just hanging out?

Well, you know.

Fucking.

I could go to jail. You're 17.

He's not gonna snitch.

He wants to meet you.

Who else have you told?

No one.

Janey...

I swear.

You're gonna come over on Friday.

-No. -Why not?

Use your head.

I just did.

I don't need this right now.

Sorry.

Fuck.

(sighs)

All right.

But I don't want to be interrogated.

I'll handle it.

Thanks.

I need to go to work.

Can I have my shirt back?

You want it?

Come get it.

(doorbell chimes)

(snorts)

Man.

Yeah.

This is a really nice place.

(sniffs)

(snorts)

I lucked out.

(snorts)

How 'bout you? You got any property?

Not really.

We got another place over in London.

Ever been? (snorts)

-No. -Hmm.

Anyway, Janey tells me you were

the responding officer for her mom's, uh...

That right? (snorts)

Yeah. I was.

Mm-hmm. That how you two met?

(sniffs) Huh?

(sniffs)

How do you feel about that?

Well, I, um--

'Cause it's not exactly the most ideal situation for me,

I'm sure you understand, right?

My 16-year-old's first boyfriend

is a 30-year-old cop who basically...

picked her up at, uh...

her mother's accident.

JANEY: It wasn't an accident.

She ran into traffic.

It was a suicide, okay?

(sniffs)

Let's not do this, all right, Janey?

I'm trying to get to know my future son-in-law here.

Daddy?

You raised me to be smart, right?

And to make my own decisions?

And as long as I was honest with you

and I was open about them,

then you'd respect them.

So can we move on, please?

You're absolutely right. (sighs)

So what's the deal with you, Martin? Huh?

What's your plan?

-With Janey? -No.

Your future, kiddo.

You wanna stay a cop? (snorts)

Huh?

Yeah.

I do.

Really? How'd that work out for your partner?

Daddy!

Hey. Dangerous line of work.

You wanna spend time with him?

I wanna make sure you're safe.

MARTIN: Trust me.

She's safe.

Trust, yeah. (chuckles)

Trust.

(Man snorts)

What do you think that's worth, huh?

No idea.

Try a lot. (snorts)

This one over here.

Worth more than you'll make in a lifetime.

(snorts, chuckles)

See this phone booth over here? Solid gold.

Of course, it doesn't work.

Hey, you wanna, uh--

You wanna check out Janey's room? Huh?

All right.

That's a real Nazi.

MAN: I love this.

My favorite.

What, about three years ago

from her graduation from middle school?

(snorts) That's her mother right there on the left.

But, of course, you know that already.

She had to give a speech that day,

but you couldn't understand a word she was saying through her braces.

(snorts)

I got to get a copy of that video to you.

Sure.

(snorts)

Hmm.

(growling)

(growling continues)

(growling continues)

(snorts)

(growling)

(snorts)

Why don't you take a seat, tiger, huh?

Take a seat. Let's talk.

(snorts)

That's for you.

What a view.

(growling)

(growling continues)

I'm a pretty creative guy, Martin, right?

Got lots of ideas running around in that head of mine.

Yeah.

Yeah.

In fact, I just had a pretty brilliant one about you right now.

(snorts) Want me to tell you?

Yeah?

Janey ever tell you what I do for a living?

Huh? She, uh-- She ever tell you?

You're in entertainment?

Is that what she told you? (snorts)

Not exactly.

No. (sniffs)

I run a multi-billion dollar international hedge fund

and all we do is sit around and buy and sell shit.

(sniffs)

And I was thinking maybe I buy you.

What do you think?

What do you mean?

I mean, not you as a person--

your rights, your rights, your rights.

You know, your, uh, your life rights as a cop.

(snorts)

Hmm.

I don't think I'm allowed to do that.

I don't think you're allowed to go around fucking underage girls, either,

but that didn't seem to stop you.

(snorts) Right?

Now...

Martin, you're a red-blooded, all-American boy.

(snorts)

And you're beautiful, like Elvis.

(panting)

(panting intensifies)

(snorts)

Be the tiger, Martin.

Be the tiger.

That's my boy.

What do you think, huh?

(purring)

(snorts)

You staying over tonight?

Hmm?

No. I think we're gonna head out after dinner.

All right, then you just make sure you have her home by midnight, okay?

All right.

(chuckles)

I'm fucking with you, buddy. (snorts)

Just, uh--

You just make sure you get her to school in the morning.

(snorts)

-(sniffs) -(clicks fingers)

(clicks)

(imitating Nixon) I am not a crook.

(floor brake ratchets)

(door opens)

(door closes)

MAN: How you doing, Martin?

What are you doing here?

Just want to talk.

Hey, beautiful.

How you doing?

Who are you?

I'm a friend of Martin's.

Get the fuck out of here.

I'm busy.

Everybody's busy.

Come on.

Just take five minutes.

Right here.

What's going on?

I gotta handle this real quick.

-It's nothing. -(latch clicks)

Just some cop stuff.

It's cop stuff, sweetheart.

(chuckles)

So... when are you gonna do it?

Do what?

When are you going to take care of our guy?

I don't know.

I got a lot of stuff going on.

(grunts)

(blows landing)

All right.

I'll frame the guy.

You said that wouldn't work.

Yeah, well...

I'll figure it out.

No, it's too late for that.

If you don't take care of this...

it's gonna get a lot worse for you, man.

Your girlfriend...

How old is she?

Do you have an unmarked gun?

No.

Take this one.

And I assume you can get bullets.

(door closes, engine starts)

Who was that?

It's just a guy I work with.

(sniffs)

Are you in trouble?

No.

Okay.

I'm gonna call my dad. Get him to come pick me up.

You're gonna call your dad?

Yeah.

What, are you a fucking child?

I'm gonna go.

Okay.

You're an asshole.

And by the way, you've been fucking me since I was 16.

Don't follow me.

Jesus! What happened here?

Looks like someone got a little carsick.

Think you got some blood on the steering wheel.

You got vomit all over he radio.

Yep.

I know you're going through some dark times,

but...

You are coming, right?

To what?

Larry's memorial.

Right.

I don't know.

Why not?

What's going on?

Nothing.

Look...

whatever it is,

you have to be there.

Okay.

I'll be there.

You can contribute to the widows and orphans fund first.

Think you're gonna have to take that radio apart.

Thanks, Captain.

(knocking on door)

Who's that?

I don't know.

(sniffs)

Come in.

Shut the door.

(door closes)

You wanna get high?

Where's my money?

MARTIN: What money?

It's fine. You can talk in front of her. Relax.

Maybe I should just let you get back to your party.

Hey, this guy owes me some money.

Do you mind going in the other room

while we talk about it?

Yeah.

Better?

MARTIN: Take it.

Don't mind me.

Don't do all of it.

What is this?

This is only 1700.

It's 1750.

Yeah, well, you said 2,000.

Well, I couldn't get that much.

You're just like Larry.

Always pretending to be broke.

You should clean this place up a little bit.

What, are you my sponsor now?

You wanna hook up?

What?

You know, we could go out,

we could go to dinner, get some ice cream,

have some fun.

No.

You don't wanna fuck me?

No.

(grunting)

(grunting)

(panting)

(gun cocks)

(liquid rushing)

Larry was the kind of guy

who always wanted to be a cop.

He came to me straight out of the academy.

And I knew there was something special about him.

But mostly he was a family man.

And he invited me into that family,

and I became part of it.

I watched his daughters grow.

I spent time with his wife.

Larry was fiercely loyal,

and had integrity.

(door opens)

And here's Larry's favorite partner.

Let's give him a round of applause.

It's been a rough week...

especially for you, Martin.

So thank you for coming.

And I told everyone that you're buying the next round.

(chuckles)

Sure.

All right, guys, we have waffles coming.

Pancakes. So, let's enjoy ourselves.

But most importantly,

it's time to dig deep and donate.

We need to help Larry's family.

We need to help our own.

I know how much you all make. I sign your checks.

Okay? (chuckles)

He had our backs.

Let's have his.

And let's honor him.

(sighs)

(footsteps approaching)

Ladies, can you give us a minute?

Okay.

Got some good news for you.

You did pretty good on the detective exam.

And the higher-ups like you.

So I'm putting you on the detective squad for a couple of months.

And then we're gonna loan you out to homicide.

You're getting fast-tracked.

This is good news.

Yeah.

I'm sorry. Thanks, Captain.

What's going on?

How much do our helicopter pilots make?

Not a lot.

Why?

I don't know, just something I was thinking about.

Just stick to the plan.

(phone buzzing)

Hey, I gotta go.

Right now?

You're gonna miss the magic show.

Yeah. Something just came up.

All right.

We'll continue this later.

Okay.

-Thanks. -You're welcome.

(wind whistling)

She sold you to the Mexicans.

Why?

Cocaine.

That's how Jesus found out about you.

Him we're still looking for.

Okay.

I thought you would like to know that.

What are you gonna do with her?

I have a lot of men who hate women.

Well, what would you like to do about it...

...now that you work for me?

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