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(slow rock music)

- [Peter] If it isn't the Brooklyn girl.

- Mr. Abs.

- It's Peter.

- Yolanda.

- Well, it is a pleasure to meet you,

well at least get your name anyways.

- Ditto.

- I'll take a shot and another of whatever she's having.

- I'm good, thank you.

- Okay.

- You looking for something?

Can I help you?

- Well, actually, I'm looking for you.

- Listen, I'm flattered.

I'm trying to...

(laughs)

- You just (laughs).

- I'm just-- - Looking for something new?

- Yeah.

Yeah.

Maybe, I don't know.

A little confused, I guess.

- I mean, it's clear as mud, but...

Nah, I get it though.

I'm looking for something new too, so.

- Yeah.

- Well, I will leave you be.

- Stay.

Please.

Say something real.

- I'm happy to see you.

That's good whiskey.

- (laughing) That's not fuckin' true.

- It's not.

Could we get another?

- Where are you from?

- I don't wanna tell you.

- What?

- Yeah, no, I don't wanna tell you.

(vocalized panting)

(slow techno music)

- [Man] It's all in there.

- Perfect.

Hey, get the car.

I've got a good feeling about this one.

I thought more was in there.

- There is more.

There's always more.

- All right, we got some good shit.

- Just show the man.

- We got a deal?

- Oh yeah.

- All right, looks like we got a future.

(suspenseful music)

All right, looks like we'll be in touch.

- [Hooded Man] Nobody move!

Hands up!

No one fucking move!

- You set me up!

- Bullshit!

- Listen to the man!

Nobody has to die.

- Don't be stupid.

Put the gun down.

- Put it down and you're dead.

(guns firing)

- Jimmy!

Let's go, Jimmy!

- [Jimmy] Get the money.

- Jimmy.

- What the fuck?

- We got the money.

- You said nobody would get hurt!

- We got the money!

- Fuckin', no.

Fuck, we gotta call this shit in.

- Are you crazy?

- Hey, we need to stick to the plan.

We've been fucking looking at these Albanians

for over a year.

S.I.U's all over these guys.

There's gonna be questions.

All right, let's get it to-fucking-gether, all right?

Go, but call it in.

- All right.

- Fuck.

(dramatic electronic music)

So are we done?

Yeah?

- [Woman] Don't worry, he'll talk.

Sooner or later, they all talk.

Call Darius.

See how this plays out.

(upbeat techno music)

- Joey!

Joey, Joey, Joey!

Joey!

Joey!

Joey, Joey, Joey, Joey.

Come on, come on.

Someone call 911!

Somebody help!

Somebody help me!

(police radio chattering faintly)

- Jimmy Blue, find anything yet?

- You ever been to a party

where they give out bags of candy?

These things are all over the place.

- No.

Definitely not.

- For some reason, I'm not believing that.

(laughing)

Hey.

What's this?

Never seen that kind before.

- Yes, you have.

My apartment.

Ecstasy.

Pretty common for a party like this.

Hey Tom, can you get a full chemical rundown on that?

And make sure Tessa hits us back right away

with any results.

- Stop.

Hey, stop.

Cut it out.

- Hey, bring that guy to me.

What's up?

- Hey baby.

Let's go.

- Hey, let's go.

(man groans)

You like groping women, huh?

Yeah, you like groping women, don't you?

You carry anything, huh?

- I didn't do anything!

- Hey, shut up before I shoot you for harassing my partner.

- What do you got?

- My wallet, my wallet.

- What else you got, huh?

- Calm down, Jared Hanewski, from Long Island.

What are you doing in the Bronx?

- I don't know.

- What is this?

- [Jared] Shit.

- Ooh, see where I'm from, they call these drugs.

Where'd you get these?

- I don't know.

I just found them, all right?

- Hey, hey.

Shit, Johnny, this kid is so far gone.

Hey, you want a get out of jail free card?

Look at me.

Where'd you get the drugs, huh?

- There were a million drug dealers in there last night.

- Smooth, he's useless.

- Dude, man, seriously.

I don't know.

- You wanna go to jail?

- I'm gonna be doing paperwork all night,

drinking a hot cup of coffee while your ass is in lockup

being somebody's new girlfriend.

Just too bad for you.

Come on, let's go.

- Rico, the promoter.

He's been selling me the stuff.

- Where do we find Rico?

- You'll never find him.

No one knows where he is.

He's a ghost.

- He's a ghost.

It's a good thing they got lady Ghostbusters then, huh?

Got your information.

Got you.

Have a nice day.

- Listen kid, you even fucking think about warning Rico,

hey, look at me.

Jesus Christ.

Sober up, kid.

- I apologize for the inconvenience

of bringing you down here,

but what can you tell us about your son?

- You know, he was the kind of kid who would not

follow instructions for toys, cars and model planes.

He would take pieces and build them together,

different from the original.

Joey's a smart kid.

- Well, do you know who he was at the party with?

- Yes, just very few close friends.

Enrico, Tehi and Tara, his girlfriend.

- Do you have any of their contact information?

- Here.

- Is this Tara?

- Yes, it's her.

She's lovely and she's smart too.

- Do you mind if I take a picture?

- No, why not.

She has nothing to do with it.

she could not hurt a fly.

They wanted to go to college together.

My son almost made it.

(crying) He would've been the first in our family.

It would break her heart.

It would break her heart.

- I think we have what we need here.

Here, do me a favor.

Please, just feel free to give me a call

with any questions you have, okay?

I'll walk you out.

(somber music)

- Thanks for staying around.

I know it's been a long night.

Can you tell me about Joey?

- He was my first love.

My first everything.

I just can't believe it.

I just can't believe he's gone.

(sniffling)

- Tara, I know it's hard, but can you tell me

about the drugs that you took tonight?

- It was just X.

We only took one each.

It was our first time.

We were celebrating getting into Syracuse.

- Do you know who sold it to you?

- No.

There were drugs everywhere.

- Okay.

Listen, if you remember anything or need anything.

Anything, okay?

Can we get her a ride home, please?

(phone ringing)

(dramatic music)

- Ahhh, my f- ahhh!

- Why you making me run, huh?

Huh?

What you runnin' from?

Oh, yeah, new candy, huh?

- That's my medication, man.

- Oh, I'm sure it is.

I told you to get down.

Get down, get down.

Making me run.

I don't got time for this.

All you had to do was stop.

Call Tessa right now.

Need to know when to stop.

Tessa, yeah.

I need you to run a report on something.

And get it to the coroner as soon as possible.

- And tell Tessa you broke my fuckin' arm.

- Why don't you shut up, huh?

- Jimmy, good news, bad news.

Good news, Rico's drug tested positive.

Bad news, it wasn't found in the victim's system.

Whomp, whomp.

Yeah, well, they're still running tests.

Also, I found out that there were

15 other drug-related deaths that night.

Yeah, so I'll just call you as I get more details.

Okay, toodleloo.

(phone clicks)

(dramatic music)

- You okay, man?

- They're coming after me through Carissa.

- Ain't nobody coming after you

through a kid with cancer, man.

The media would eat their asses alive.

- I just think about it.

- We both do, man.

- I think about how it all went down.

- How you mean?

- How it happened and everything.

- Right.

Well they was all dead when we showed up.

- Come on, Jimmy, man.

It's just us two.

You can be honest.

(pills rattling)

- Right.

Live together, die together, right?

- Come on, man, he didn't--

- Shhh.

I don't know what you was talking about,

but everyone was dead when we showed up,

just like I been saying.

Piece of fucking shit.

After all I sacrificed for you, you do this to me,

you fucking motherfucker.

What the fuck were you thinking?

What the fuck were you thinking?

- I gotta think about Carissa, man.

I had to think about my daughter.

I'm sorry.

- Fuck you.

You're already dead to me.

Get the fuck out of this car.

I'ma let you live.

Get out!

- [Darius] Sorry, Jimmy.

Fuck.

Fuck.

God fucking damn it!

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

(engine revving)

Son of a bitch.

Hey guys.

How was your night?

- It's not worth it.

- They bought all of it, but only for half price.

And considering that shit you and Jimmy pulled,

I think I deserve a bigger piece of the pie.

- You'll get the cut we agreed upon.

I can't believe I let you talk me into this shit.

- What'd you mean, you can't believe I talked you into this?

It wasn't hard.

Come on, don't play the saint.

- Zakir made me wear a wire.

A wire on my best friend.

- [Penny] Gentlemen.

- How are you, Penny?

- I'm all right.

How are you doing, chief?

- I'm good.

I like it just like that.

- Okay.

- How'd it go?

- He could've killed me, but I'm here.

- Yeah, well, I'm surprised he didn't.

What?

Come on, he's a better cop.

He always has been.

Too bad he isn't as easily influenced as you are.

Shit, Darius, come on.

You made a mess of things.

Don't think about going back to Zakir about me

'cause I could end you easily as you could end me.

- Yeah, that's fitting.

It's quite fitting.

- You need to watch your ass.

Get a lawyer or a damn bodyguard.

- No, one last thing.

Jimmy can't know about that other money.

- What money?

- No gun, no wire.

I just want to talk.

I just want to talk.

- [Jimmy] How the hell did you find me?

- I'm a cop, Jimmy.

- What do you want?

- I messed up, Jimmy, but I want to make this right,

but I need to know if you're gonna take care of my daughter.

- What do you mean?

- What do you think I mean?

Will you take care of her?

- I love that little girl.

You know I will.

- Okay.

Thanks, Jimmy.

I'm gonna make it right, Jimmy.

I'll stay in touch.

(dramatic music)

- Tessa, where are the toxicology reports?

- It's in your hand.

- Damn it, can you just give me the results?

- Okay, well, according to the autopsy,

it wasn't the drugs that killed him.

It was sulfuric acid poisoning.

- Battery acid?

- Battery acid.

- Get Rodriguez on the phone for me.

- Look, look, okay.

One more thing.

The pills that were tested from the club

and that were on Enrico were less potent

than the street stuff, okay?

Someone's been tampering with the batches.

- Get yourself some lunch on me, okay?

I'm sorry.

- Thank you.

- Hey, Rodriguez on the phone now, please.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, got it.

(heavy panting)

- You know you're the best lover I've ever had.

- I thought I was your first and only.

- You are.

You know what I mean.

- I know.

- Hey, what are you doing?

Lay back down.

- What did you tell the police, Tara?

- Exactly what we practiced.

Joey and I were together.

We were in love.

We were going to college together.

The whole nine.

I even had tears.

- Tears?

Did you love him?

- What difference does it make in this moment?

Joey's dead and we're together.

Isn't that what you wanted?

- No, it's what we wanted.

Right, Tara?

- Right.

(dramatic music)

- Okay, let's just go through it again.

- Okay.

- None of these victims had battery acid in them.

They all died of a high dose of molly.

- So these 15 people took something different

than what Joey took.

- Right and I almost didn't believe it,

but they died of cyanide poisoning.

- Cyanide.

- Wow, you keep popping those pills,

I'm gonna be adding your picture to that wall.

- What these?

- Yeah.

- These are relaxants.

I'm happy-ish.

- So happy, like when you were tearing around here earlier?

Tessa told me.

What's going on?

Talk to me.

I'm your partner.

- Hey boss, the victim's girlfriend's here

in investigation room one.

- Yeah, thanks. - Okay.

- Okay, let's go.

- Hi Tara. - Hey.

- What's going on?

- I heard something about Joey.

- What did you hear?

- So word on the street is that Rico and Joey had beef.

Rico did something.

Rico was the one that sold us the drugs last night.

The molly we took.

- It wasn't molly that killed him.

It was sulfuric acid poisoning.

- I don't know what that means.

- Is there something you're not telling us, Tara?

- It was Rico.

He loved me.

He would do anything to be with me.

- Maybe he killed Joey?

- He was crazy.

Look, I didn't tell you last night because I was scared,

but then I thought about Joey.

- Okay, well thank you for telling us now.

Just give us a second.

- I need some water.

Do you need anything?

Okay, I'll be right back.

- She's lying.

- I don't know.

I have eyes.

I mean, she's a pretty girl.

Two guys fighting, it gets outta hand.

- Okay, Blue, she's doing a thing.

She's just playing the heel.

- What are you talking about?

- The Usual Suspects.

When the con artist tries to make the police believe

that everyone's either an accomplice or a suspect.

You've seen this movie.

- I don't watch movies.

I solve real crimes.

- Okay, solve this for me.

What happened with Rico?

I thought you had him?

- We messed up.

We had to let him go.

- You let him go.

- I'm taking the lead.

All right, you're free to go.

We're not gonna waste any more of your time.

You'll be able to go.

- Thank you.

- But actually, we do want a full written statement

before you leave.

You know, just everything that you told us.

We didn't get you anything to drink.

Do you want a coke?

- Sure.

- Two cokes.

- Three cokes.

- Three cokes.

- [Jimmy] Coming up.

- Okay, just write what you told us.

- Mr. Blue.

Always good to see you.

So how can I help you?

This is?

- I got kids dying off these drugs.

- What do you want, Jimmy?

- Where is this made?

- I don't know.

I'll deal with this.

- Cut the shit, Mr. Han, really.

- Are you calling your partner?

(mumbles)

- I need answers.

- There's a lab.

South Bronx warehouse.

I'll text the exact address when I find out.

Okay?

- Thank you.

- We're even.

- What are you doing?

I don't have any tickets on that car.

- Tara Campbell?

Detective Tariq.

I have a couple questions for you.

- They're taking my car.

- Right, it's being confiscated.

We got a warrant by the judge.

- Why?

- Look, it's just formality of a homicide case.

- For what?

I already told the police who did it.

- Well, if everything pans out fine,

then you can call up and get your car,

but for right now, it's ours.

Sound good?

Well, lookie here.

Pretty boy Rico.

Hey, get him.

- [Policeman] Rico Babella.

- I don't know anything, officer.

- You are under arrest for the murder of Joey Grant.

- Officer.

- You are under arrest for the murder

of Joey Grant, all right?

- Anything you say can and will be used against you

in the court of law.

- Tara.

Tara, bitch, get over here and tell them it wasn't me.

Watch my fucking arm.

Listen, she set me up.

She set me up.

- Come on, now. - what the fuck?

(men scuffling)

(phone ringing)

(phone buzzing)

- Si?

- I was told you could help me.

(speaking in foreign language)

I need to book a private flight to Venezuela.

I was told you're the person to contact.

- okay, (speaking in foreign language).

(music drowns out speech)

- You got it.

- Tara.

- Hey.

- You're under arrest for the murder of Joey Campbell.

- I didn't kill Joey.

What are you talking about?

- Cut the crap.

- Turns out you got all A's in chemistry.

The only question is why?

- The Feldman Scholarship.

Why should he get it when I worked so hard for it?

The only reason why he got was because he--

- He's white.

- No.

He was fucking the counselor.

- So why blame Enrico?

- He's a drug dealer.

He didn't have a future.

- That's cold blooded.

- You can take her.

- Come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

- [Yolanda] Tara, don't fight.

- Anything you say...

- Your first love, huh?

- Don't even try to fight.

It will be used against you.

- Do you like sushi?

- Matter of fact, I love sushi.

You know, I got a good spot over there on fifth.

- Yeah?

- Oh, it's to die.

- Oh, Yolanda, I am so proud of you.

- (laughs) okay.

- That you have finally made the decision

to take your power back.

You know what?

I think you're ready to move forward

to something we discussed in the previous session.

One week, no porn.

- Okay, I'm paying you $150 a session to tell me

that I don't need the $50 subscription

that I thought was the thing that was helping me?

- Mmm hmm, because now it is time

for you to show yourself you're in control.

- Okay.

Yes, obviously I can...

(sighs) one week.

I can do that.

- You got it.

Okay, well I guess that's our session for today.

(knocking)

Next time, we fight the anger.

Got it?

- [Yolanda] Okay.

- [Therapist] Hey.

- [Man] Hey baby.

- [Therapist] How are ya (laughs)?

(dramatic music)

- I'm ready, okay.

I just need a bump.

- Who the fuck are you?

- I'm the motherfucker with the gun.

Is this your coke, kid?

Get the fuck outta here!

- [Man] Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't know you had a client.

- [Therapist] Yeah, so next time?

(man mumbles)

- Yeah, um, Yolanda--

- I have to go.

So sorry for...

Thank you.

See you next time.

(car door thuds)

- Mr. Han we'd like to talk to you.

- I'm busy right now.

I have a meeting to attend.

A base for a new construction I'm pending.

All very legal.

- Tariq.

Mr. Han, we heard about a warehouse being hit.

(guns firing)

- What are we talking about?

Boys and girls in the streets.

It'd be very bad for everyone.

(music drowns out speech)

- Tariq, let's go.

Let's go!

(soft romantic pop music)

- [Yolanda] Thank you.

- Hey Brooklyn, wow.

How's it going?

- Peter, hey.

- Hey, what's wrong, are you okay?

- Cash us out, I'll be right back.

- Okay, yeah, um, yeah.

- She's beautiful.

- Oh her, no, it's just--

- You know, I...

- What's wrong with you?

What's up?

- I've had, yeah...

Nice, man.

- Yolanda!

(Yolanda screaming)

(somber music)

- Put the gun down, now!

Hey, hey, hey, let me see your hands.

Let me see your hands!

No!

Oh, fuck.

Who is it?

- [Yolanda] Yolanda.

Jimmy, what's going on?

- Nothing.

- What happened to you?

- I'm fine.

What's up?

- Nothing.

Nothing.

I couldn't sleep.

- So, what, you came here?

- Isn't that what you told me to do?

When I need to cuddle.

Cuddle with me.

- What do I look like, Teddy fucking Ruxpin?

- Kinda.

No, come on.

You know scientists in Japan actually invented

a doll, a cuddle doll.

Life sized.

Saw it online.

I'm gonna buy you one.

- It's really been a night.

- Yeah, it has.

Yeah.

Jimmy.

- Yeah?

- I think there's something really wrong with me.

When I was...

I did something.

(laughs) when I was younger.

- [Man] Door.

- Hold that thought.

Who is it.

- [Woman] Jimmy, we need to talk.

- Fuck.

- I'm not sure if I wanted to tell you this, but I'm-

I didn't know you had company.

- Gloria, you know my partner?

- [Yolanda] Yeah, maybe I should...

I'll just...

- [Jimmy] Wait, wait, wait, wait.

- Jimmy, no, wait a second.

Hey, wait a second.

I'm just gonna take off.

I'm gonna go back to my place.

- You just-- - Less drama.

- You were just about to spill the beans.

- I guess you'll just have to climb

the beanstalk another day, Jack.

(dramatic music)

- [Jimmy] What the fuck?

- It worked, Jimmy. - you said nobody'd get hurt.

- [Man] We got the money, Jimmy.

- [Jimmy] Fuck, we gotta call this shit in.

Let's get it to-fucking-gether.

All right, go but call it in.

Fuck.

(dramatic orchestral music)