All language subtitles for Chicago P.D. S09E07 Trust Me

♪

- Breakfast, sir.

Two cheeseburgers...

two fries,
and two chocolate shakes.

♪

- Thank you.

♪

- Couldn't touch it?
-

- Did it feel any easier?

- Maybe next year.
- Mm-hmm.

Anyway, you find someone
to eat it for me?

- Yeah, these trash compactors
that work here?

For sure.
Hey, listen, Hank,

don't shoot me for saying this,
but I can't help but notice

the tension in your unit,
Hailey, Jay, you.

Whatever is going on, you don't
have to be alone with it.

You can loop me in on this.
- Sarge?

I was just texting you.

Manny got in touch
with Atwater.

We're on.

- He with me.

- Hey,
how are we looking in back?

- Quiet, Sarge.

- You ready?

- Mm.

- Hey, if it ain't
my favorite cheeseheads.

- Hey, there's my favorite FIB.

- Mm-mm.
- How y'all feeling?

- Aye, these are the guys
I was telling you about, man.

It's Mikey and Jake.
They're ready.

- Yeah, how does a city mouse
end up with a country mouse?

-
Oye, Tito, relax, man.

These guys, they play D3 hoops.
They're straight.

Trust me.
- You straight.

- We know who
this clown is yet?

- No, we're still waiting
on facial rec from CPIC.

- Here we go.
- You know we trust you.

- It's no problem,
it'd be no charge.

- Okay, Tito Sanchez,

weapons, distro, agg assault.

Pretty much your garden variety
Los Temidos.

- So you guys got the paper or?

- Right here.

- Just what the doctor ordered.
Hundred large.

- It's good.

- It's mostly boss money,
shouldn't take long.

- That's music to my ears.
-

- So, Manny, what's up?

You got the weight?

- Oye, Nando.

- All right, as soon as Ruz
or Kev say "all good,"

that's our positive, we crash.

- Yeah, there it is.

- All right.
- Now don't go

messing around with this stuff.

That's pure fent right there.

You have one whiff
and you're muerto, man.

- We got it, we got it.

- Everyone face down
on the ground!

Get down on the ground now!

- Move!
Secure the building.

We're crashing now.
- We're on the back door.

What's going on?
What's going on?

- Move it, move it!
Let me see those hands up!

Don't move!
- You want some?

Huh?
Stay down.

Let's go.
- Move it, move it, move it.

- Not one word!

What you looking at, princess?

♪

- Chicago PD.
- Hey, get down, Nando.

- You guys are cops?

- Outside!
- Let's go, let's go.

- Out, out!
- Come on, come on.

Let's go, let's go.
Get out of here!

Go!
- Go, go!

You, out.

♪

- Go.

- It's okay, come on.

- It's okay, take cover.
- Chicago PD, let's go.

Move, move, move!
Chicago PD, don't you move!

♪

- Jay, Hailey,
they're coming your way.

Three offenders
with automatic weapons.

♪

- Hailey!
Chicago PD, stop!

♪

Get out of the way!
Out of the way!

- Stay down, I'm coming!
- Move, move!

Get behind something!
- I got you, I got you.

I got you, it's okay.
I got you.

- Hey, behind you!

- We got a hit!

- 5021 George,
roll an ambo to our location.

I got a civilian down,
GSW to the neck.

Thank you!
Hailey, you good?

- Yeah.

- Hailey and I
are good out here.

I got a civilian hit though.
- Copy that.

- Found a crowbar
in the basement,

boiler room door pried open.

Looks like the crew
holed up there.

- Okay.
- Well, my best guess

is that there was a lookout
in the lobby.

When he saw me and Ruz,
he geared up with the others,

crashed the party.

- Tahoe was stolen,

probably stashed there
last night.

This rip was well planned out.

These guys knew
what they were doing.

- Hey, miss, will you
hold up a sec?

I gotta get your info.

- Nah, I'm not going
in a police system.

- No, no, no.
It's not like that.

I got to get
a witness statement

from you before you leave.

- How 'bout you tell me
your name instead?

Is that your boss?
What's his name?

Which unit are you?

- I'm sorry,
why are you asking?

- Because I'm gonna report you.

You shot up a street,
you let a man bleed out.

Them big, bad guys got away.

You want my statement?
That was it.

- All right.
I'm Detective Jay Halstead,

badge number 51163.

I'm in the Intelligence Unit.
My immediate supervisor

is Sergeant Hank Voight.
He's standing right over there.

You happy?

- Okay, Detective Halstead,
can you tell this officer

to move her car so I can
get the hell out of here?

- Sure--will you move the car,
let her out?

- Got it.

- All right, listen,
we work this rip hard.

We got two bodies,
2 stolen kilos,

and 100 Gs of our city's money
on the street.

It's not a good look.
- Sarge, it took us a month

to get in with Los Temidos.

These guys don't talk
to anybody outside their gang,

and somehow
this rip crew knows exactly

when the buy's going down?
- Right.

Find out how.

- All we need is
for you to tell us

who you bragged
about the sale to.

- Come on, bro.
Let's not act

like there's not dirt on both
sides of the field here.

We got ripped too.
-

Y'all think I care about that?

Man, y'all lied to me.

Did I lie to you?
- Manny,

you were just about to sell us
2 kilos of fentanyl.

I mean,
what are you, an angel now?

- I didn't tell no one
about our meet,

and even if I did,
I'd never tell your lying ass.

- Manny...

you know we also got you
on weapons.

That's a violation
of your parole.

- It's Chicago, man.
Everyone carries.

- Yeah, but nobody else
is looking at 15 years minimum

in a cold-ass cell that we will
pick especially for you

unless you tell us who you ran
your big-ass mouth to.

♪

What you can trust
is that nobody'll know

it came from you.

We'll treat you real good.

I think you know
that we can help you.

- And we will, Manny.

- Who else knew we were
gonna be there, Manny?

- Manny said he may have
mentioned the fent deal

to these four fine individuals
in Los Temidos.

Two of 'em are from
the 34th Street faction,

the other two are from the 29th
and the 23rd.

- Right, so we're just gonna
keep tracing them, Sarge.

Try to figure out who
they may have been talking to,

look for a leak,
try to check socials.

But so far--
- Feels like an inside job.

- Eh, it makes sense.

Manny only talked
to his own people.

Los Temidos has 2,000 members
in its eight factions,

and they're well known for
their violence and infighting.

- Kim, what do you got?
- Nothing.

No leads on the scene,
no DNA on the crowbar.

- Ballistics said no match
on the slugs.

- Got a hit on PODs.

After the rip,
the Tahoe went straight

to a block
with a known chop shop.

- Okay, good.
Move on it.

- Look, that's what I'm saying.
I have no idea about a Tahoe.

If it was dropped off,
I wasn't here.

- Wow, that's convenient.

You know we're gonna talk
to every single one

of your employees, right?

- Go ahead.
But none of 'em speak English.

- I don't suppose you have
any cameras set up in here.

- Nah.
Who would want to see that?

- Cops would.

- 5021 Henry, we're gonna
need a Spanish translator

to 1400 Pershing.

- 5021,
I need you to run a plate.

King 7 John 135.

- What's going on?

- That was the woman
from this morning.

- Are you sure?
- Oh, yeah.

Hey, Sarge,
I think we got something.

♪

What the hell are you doing?

- Looking for you.

- Get up.
Get up!

Put your hands on the table.

You got about ten seconds
to explain to me

what the hell you think you're
doing breaking into my house?

- Man, it's your backyard.
I'd relax.

- Uh-huh.
- I just want to talk to you.

- Oh, you want to talk?
Is that right?

- Mm-hmm.
- So why not talk to my cops

at the chop shop?

Hmm?

Yeah.
They saw you, Anna.

They also found you used
a fake last name and address

on your registration.

So why don't you tell me
who you are

and what the hell you're doing
in my backyard.

- I have info on the rip crew
that you're after,

but I'm not going on paper.

No judges, no Franks Motion.

- Franks Motion, okay,
so you're an active CI.

For who?
- Are you interested in the tip

or what?

I ran a bunch of your cases
that went to court.

Not once has a CI ever had
to come forward.

Some cases were even dropped
'cause you refuse to testify

where you got the intel from.

- Mm-hmm.
- That's what I want.

I want to be invisible.

And I want five grand.
And then I'll tell you

everything you need.

- You know,
- a cop/
- CI relationship

is all about trust.

Lying, showing up at my house,

refusing to tell me your name,
it's not a good start.

- All right, I'm happy
to take it to the DEA.

- Is that who
you're working with?

Yeah, well, I don't think
you're gonna take it to them,

'cause they are definitely
gonna make you testify.

You hooked in with Los Temidos?

Just tell me your full name.

- Get your phone.

That's my number.
My name's Anna Avalos.

Look me up or whatever
it is you got to do.

Call me by noon tomorrow
or I'm out.

♪

- Anna Avalos,
born and raised Little Village.

She's got one kid,
a five-year-old boy.

There's no father attached
to the birth certificate.

But her family,
very deep with Los Temidos.

- And Anna's pop's had been
in the joint since she was ten.

He's never getting out.
Her mom dealt for Los Temidos,

died when Anna was 17.

Her brother, Miguel, was hooked

on a 20-year
armed robbery charge.

He got shanked to death
in prison in 2017.

- Anna got linked up further
after that.

Started dealing,
got pinched in 2018,

did time,
played nice in Menard,

got out a year ago,
got her kid out of foster care.

- She's been an active CI
for the DEA for six months.

Handler says her tips are solid

and she's well placed
within Los Temidos,

trusted because of her family.

- So we struck gold.

- Well, her handler says
she's slippery.

She parcels out intel
for maximum profit.

- We get an explanation
as to why she was

at the rip and the chop shop?

- Not yet.

- Whatever it is,
it's not gonna be good.

- We spent weeks lining up
Manny and this buy/bust,

and I don't see
a single Los Temidos

with his photo crossed out.

Maybe Anna can get us
the rip crew.

Maybe she can even get us
another bite at the apple.

And she's a pro CI.

I mean, if she wasn't slippery,
she'd be dead and gone.

Let's use her.

What do you got?

- The leader of the rip crew
is Luis Cortes.

He's a VP in the 34th.
He's pissed at the higher-ups

'cause he thinks he should be
on the council,

so he's ripping 'em off.

It's dumb-ass logic,
but he ain't dumb.

- All right.
Who's he working with?

- I don't know.

Luis trades out cars and
crashes at different places.

Dude's a blur.

- And Los Temidos got any idea

they're being jacked
by one of their own?

- No, or they would've fed Luis
his intestines by now.

- Yeah, that's exactly right.

So how do you know?

- Overheard it.
- Ah.

Is that why you were
at the rip location, chop shop?

- Look, if you were gonna
keep vetting me,

you probably shouldn't have
given me the cash first.

- Show of trust.

- I'm sleeping with Luis.

He said the address,

I wanted to see what it was,
and I saw the rip.

Then I went to the chop shop
to see if I could get

something small to sell
before Luis's name.

Always got to keep something
in the back pocket.

- Yeah, well, I'm not gonna ask

if you got something
in your back pocket now.

You're just gonna
give it to me.

- For five grand more,
yeah, sure.

- No.
That's not how this works.

You got to give me everything,
Anna.

- He's got another rip today.
Noon.

1400 West 29th Street.

♪

- Here we go, we got
a black Jeep heading westbound.

- Copy you.

- Mm-mm, false alarm,
Sarge, false alarm.

- She said noon?

- Hey.

Where?

Now?

Luis is ripping
a different target,

140 West 23rd.

He's hitting it now.
Let's move out.

- Are you sure
that this is right?

- 140 West 23rd.

Quiet.

Kim.
- Yeah.

- Okay, we got blood.
Gray SUV, back alley.

You head it off.
We're following.

- Body, body, body!

5021 Eddie,
I got a male GSW to the head.

Roll us a crime lab.
- Help!

- We got another one.

Homeless guy caught
in the crossfire.

- I got another man down.
I also need an ambo.

♪

- 5021 Henry, 10-1, 10-1,

shots fired at the police,
220 Gregory.

- Copy, 5021.
Backup en route.

- Drop the gun!
- Drop your weapon!

- Drop the weapon!
Do it now!

Drop it!

I don't want to shoot you!

5021 George,
I got one offender down, DOA.

Two more fleeing eastbound.

Me and my partner are
in pursuit.

Give me some cars now!

Son of a bitch.

Give me a four-block perimeter
in the area.

We don't have these guys.

- We lost eyes.
Don't know if they hopped

into a car or stole one,

but they're long gone.

- So the mobile crime lab ran
the prints on our dead guy.

Jose Vazquez, multiple priors,
including arm robbery,

aggravated assault,
did some time with Luis Cortes,

but apparently their connection
goes back further than that.

- All right.
And the third rip crew member?

- We got no intel on him yet.

- So what's the nexus
between our unknown

and our two prison buddies?

- What the hell happened?
Anna give you false info?

- It's possible.
- No, it's more than possible.

She wanted our money
and a cut from the rip.

She's playing you.

- Well, I will find that out.

Meantime, rest of you keep
working the scene,

find something actionable.

I got an innocent bystander
fighting for his life at Med.

My--my team got shot at.

- Look, I called you
as soon as I knew.

- That is not gonna
be good enough, Anna.

Tell me how you're
getting your intel.

- I told you, I overheard.

- And you and I both know
that doesn't make sense.

Anna, either you're in on these
rips or I'm missing something.

So last chance...

how are you getting your intel?

- I hacked Luis's phone.

I cloned it.

Didn't want to tell you
'cause I know it's illegal.

And I'm trying
to protect my pipeline.

Okay?

- We're done.
- What?

All right, so I lied.
So what?

Hey.
Hey, listen to me.

What do you need from me?

I'll tell you anything,
anything about me.

- Oh, yeah?

That your brother died?
That you went to prison?

Anna, you're not the first CI
in a gang I've dealt with.

It doesn't give you the right
to lie to me.

- So you read my file.
I read yours too.

- Oh, yeah?
How'd that go for you?

- You have the highest
clearance rate in the CPD.

And the streets respect you.
- Mm.

- Means you make cases
the way you need to make them.

When things are worth it.

This is worth it.
And I am what you need.

My brother, he didn't just die.

Luis ordered him killed.

He was 26.

He was shanked like a pig,

ripped open in the yard.

All because Luis didn't want
to pay me my dues anymore.

Yeah, I was the last family
member left and my $40 a week

was just too damn expensive
for Los Temidos.

- Doesn't change the fact
that I can't use you.

- Yes, it does.
Because you're right,

this isn't an original story,
okay?

Los Temidos rip apart
any family that they touch.

But I am not just any CI.

I am the best you could have,

because I will get them.

I can get them.

♪

- How?

Anything?

- Uh, no, sir.
Not yet.

- No leads from the scene,
nothing from the chop shop.

Ran at Manny again, nothing.

SA said no to the warrant
for Luis; we don't have enough.

- Then we're using Anna again.

She'll meet Luis,
get him talking about the rips.

All right,
she is not playing both sides.

She's just--

she's just too motivated.

All right, wire her up.
Let's go.

- Press and hold this button
for two seconds, it'll--

- Then it lights up
and you're good, yeah, I know.

- All right,
the camera's right here.

Keep that face forward.
What that sees, we see.

- Turns on remotely?
- Yeah.

Look, when you go in there,
don't force it.

If you relax, he'll relax.

You want out,
the safe word is "popcorn."

We're gonna be close by
so we'll have eyes on you

the whole time.

- You don't trust me, do you?

- Nope.
- You should.

You should be grateful
that I'm risking my ass

to make your case.

- It matters
how we make a case.

You get that, right?

- Ready?

♪

- Okay, game time.
Eyes wide.

- Copy.
- Copy that.

You were a little harsh
with her.

- Voight's not gonna be.
Someone should.

- We got an unidentified male
with Luis.

- Hey, 'chita, come get some.

- Don't do it.

-
- Yeah, that's it.

- Hey, you good?

Um, I wanted to ask you,
are you--

are you doing
anything tomorrow?

- Huh?
- Tomorrow, you--

you got any plans?

- Why you asking?

- Um, do you want
to do something?

- We're doing something now,
aren't we?

You said you wanted to party,
so that's what we're doing.

- Yeah,
that's what I said but...

I also said I wanted to talk.

Um, I need cash.

I've been telling you this
for weeks and I wanted to see

if you had something
I could hop on.

- Hey, Pablo,

you still got
that cousin who's a cop?

- Huh?

- Ain't you got that cousin
that you tight with?

Guy's a cop, yeah?

- Wha--
- It's just cops show up

at Tito's place, Vazquez gets
shot down by the cops.

- You--
- That's a lot of police.

-
What the hell?

I thought we were gonna
have a good time.

- This does not feel good.

- Let's let it play.
It's her call.

Can't burn her.

- So what you think, Pablo?

- What the hell are we doing?

- You think someone's talking
to a cop?

- I-I don't know, Luis.

I don't got no cop cousin.

- I think you do.

- What?
- And I think it's messes

like this
that gets Los Temidos talking.

- Uh--
- Come on, Luis.

Sometimes even cops get lucky, okay?

Los Temidos don't
know anything.

♪

- Or maybe it's you
who's been talking.

- Sarge.

- Not until she calls it.

We're gonna burn her
if we move.

She'll be as good as dead.

- What the hell are you
talking about?

- You're always around here.

Always nagging.

Always looking
for your way in, your cash.

- Oh, yeah, that's--
that's all we've been doing?

- You're right.

Maybe there is no rat.

Maybe Los Temidos
don't know nothing.

Bro,
you almost got me going there.

Whoa, wait, what are you doing?
- Whoa, whoa.

- Come on, please don't.
- Relax, guys.

- We got a gun.
- Go to the kitchen

and grab a knife.
- Settle down, nobody move.

- I'm gonna cut
this rat's tongue out.

What you waiting for?

Grab a knife
and slice this stinking rat.

- What are you doing?
Come on.

- Nobody move.
We're fine.

- Sarge, we got to crash--now.

- She is not calling it.
Listen to her.

She's saying not to move.
Do not move.

- We're fine.
- I'm going.

You coming?

- Damn it.

5021, on-view, male,
possible weapon.

164 South Gage, back porch.
I need cars now.

- He just called patrol.
What the hell's going--

that's not the plan,
what's going on?

- Mm-mm.

- Hey!
Put your hands

where I can see 'em.

- What's going on, po-po?

What they do?

♪

- Course we had to pull you.

- No, you didn't
have to pull me.

Okay, I almost had him
talking about the rips.

I had it.
It was fine.

- That was not fine.
- He wasn't gonna do anything.

I know Luis.

He was just paranoid and high.
That's all.

- You don't know that.
And we weren't gonna sit there

and watch as he tortured a man
and then tortured you.

He pulled a gun.
- He wasn't gonna use it.

I was telling you
that it was fine.

Now you have nothing.

- Go home.
We'll get Luis another way.

Okay?

- Tell me we got
something else.

- We think Pablo's
our third crew member.

Height and weight are a match.
He's got two priors,

but he's no longer on parole.

- We got nothing else
to move on?

- No.

- Well, we're digging into him.

His phone and financials
look clear,

so he probably has a burner.

I'm tracking him
on social media.

- SA says we have zero
actionable evidence on our COH.

- Anna's got something.

-
You can't be serious.

She's unreliable.
Every tip that she has given us

has almost gotten us
or her killed.

We should not be using her.

- You got something else,
I'm all ears.

♪

We're using her.

- Okay.
You need to talk to me.

- Hailey, I don't want
to do this right now.

- No.
We're not doing that anymore.

It's not working.

You're angry, Jay.
I get that.

You should be.

But you're ignoring me.
You're sniping at Voight.

It's--it's the wrong way
to handle this.

- Is that what you think?

Can I not have a real argument
against him?

I got to back him all the time
because that's what you do?

- No, I don't.
And just because I don't

back you when you're
challenging him,

doesn't mean
I'm taking his side.

I make my own choices, Jay.

No one controls me.
Not him and not you.

I made my own choices
that night.

I showed up there.

But I'm still me.

You're acting like I'm not.

You barely talk to me.

I--

I don't know what
to do anymore.

- I don't know either.

But I am doing the best
that I can with it, Hailey.

Right now,
this is the best that I got.

♪

- Hey.

Luis set up a buy
for the fent.

I--I called him.
I know I wasn't supposed to,

but he's panicked.

- Okay.

- He thinks Los Temidos is
on to him.

He's gonna sell the drugs
and get out of town.

- Okay.
- So all you got to do

is pull him over
on the way to the sale

and the drugs will be
in his car.

- I can't do that.
I need probable cause.

Or a reliable CI warrant.

- No, no.
I told you from the jump,

I am not going on paper.

No judges.
- Then I can't use it.

I protect my CIs.

I'll bury your file.

I'll make sure
no one makes you.

At some point,
you're gonna have to trust me.

Judge Baker, meet Anna Avalos.

- Why are you doing this, Anna?

- For my family,
other people's families.

- Information she's provided
has been accurate and valuable.

Also attached DEA's
reliability forms.

- I see them.

How are you still alive?

- I trusted my handlers,
Your Honor.

- My mother always said,

politeness was the cherry
on top.

You're in good hands, Anna.

Night, Hank.

- Thank you, Judge.

- Is something wrong?

- No.

All right,
I'm gonna drive you home.

And you are gonna stay there

until after we move on Luis,
yeah?

♪

- Homicide's on the way,

but you can smell
the bleach coming off the body.

There's no way anybody's
getting any evidence tonight.

It's Pablo.
Luis is tying off loose ends.

- All right, everyone hang
tight, heads on a swivel.

We're not letting this one tip.

Here we go.
He's moving out.

- What are you waiting for,
bitch, let's roll.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What the hell's she doing here?

♪

- I don't know.

♪

Let's move.

- Sarge, he's driving
like it's his test.

- We pull him over
without reason,

she's gonna have to testify.

- Just keep following.
We got time.

- He just hit her.
We're moving in.

- She's good.

- Driver, get your hands
outside of the window.

Do it now.
- Passenger, will you put

your hands on the dashboard
for me?

- I know my rights.
- This is bogus.

- You hit your passenger.
That's not in your rights.

- Put your hands
on the dashboard.

- All right.
- I didn't hit nobody.

- Keep your hands
where they are.

Yeah--are you telling me
I don't know what I saw?

I saw what I saw.
- Do you smell that?

Sir, what's that smell
in your car?

- What are you talking
about, bro?

I ain't got nothing in my car.

- Patrol 2262,
gonna need backup

on a possible
narcotics-related.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, what are you doing?

- Patrol 2262,
this is dispatch.

We have plainclothes
in your area.

- Step out of the vehicle.
- Whoa, what are you doing?

- Step out of the vehicle now.

- No, I don't need to step out.
I know my rights.

- That's an order.
Undo your seatbelt,

get out of your vehicle.

Undo your seatbelt
and get outside of the car now.

- Do it nice and slow.
- What do we got, officers?

- Narcotic odor.

- He's refusing to get out
of the vehicle.

- Sir, I'm gonna ask you
one more time

to step out the vehicle.

- Hey, brother,
this is harassment, bro.

I don't have anything--
- What did he do?

He didn't do nothing!
- Put your hands on the trunk.

- Ow.

- Ah, man, why are
you guys messing with us?

- You're wasting your time.
There's nothing in my car.

I already told you.
- I got a positive.

- A what?
What's a positive?

What are you talking about,
bro?

There's nothing in my car.

Hey, that's not mine.

Hey,
I've never seen that before.

Hey, you planted that.

Bitch, you planted that!

That's not mine!
- Yeah, yeah, you guys

are the real criminals here.

- You calm now?
Get up.

- Let's go.
- Come on.

- Hey, this is harassment, bro.

That's not mine!

♪

- Luis and Anna being
processed?

- Yes.

Anna planted that dope.
You and I both know it.

- Mm.

Got any evidence of that?

- That dope was stepped on.

It's not the same dope
Luis stole from us.

He was surprised it was even
in his car.

She planted it.
The whole tip was fake.

- We had cause
to pull them over,

a reliable CI warrant.

And the dope was dope.

And it got us warrants
on Luis's crash pad.

- Well, what she did
is illegal.

- And we can't prove that
one way or another.

Can we?

Bro, the guy has three bodies
on him--

that we know of.

And now we got him.

No.
You're not leaving yet.

♪

You can't disobey
a direct order from me.

That doesn't work.

I can't have you in my unit
if you don't trust me.

- Then kick me off it.

But why don't you go and tell
the unit and the brass why.

- What do you want from me?

What do you want?

- I don't trust you.

- Hey.

Which one is yours?

- The little diablo fighting
with the world.

- Nice kid.
- Hey, Rafa!

Play nice.
- I am!

♪

- Look, if you don't want this
to be the last envelope of cash

I ever give you...

I need you to be honest
with me right now.

You plant the drugs on Luis?

- Yes.

- Why?

- It was getting too close.
I had to.

- You got a hit list,

all the people who
ever wronged you?

- Yes.

- Anna,

you're taking too many risks.

I mean,
you'll die doing it this way.

Leave your son all by himself.

- Then help me.

Watch my back.

- You'll never plant
evidence again.

You'll never lie to me again.

I mean, you do,
I'll put you in jail myself.

- I won't.

- Can I go again?
Can I go again?

- What's the magic word?
And where are your manners?

Say hello to my friend.

- Hi.
- Please?

- You got any kids?

- A son.

- You don't--
you don't see him anymore?

- No.

Was his birthday two days ago.
- Yeah?

You do anything special?

- Same thing we do every year,
since he was a little boy.

Eat burgers, fries,
chocolate shakes for breakfast

at his favorite diner.

♪

- Family.

It's everything, right?

♪

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