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Damon Hickey, America's top cop,

was gunned down on the front steps of his home this morning.

Authorities believe it might be retribution from a drug cartel.

He is listed in extremely critical condition.

Damon Hickey, America's police commissioner, was released today

after making a miraculous recovery from a gunshot wound.

Unfortunately, Hickey will be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

He spoke to reporters as he was released and seemed in good spirits.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

It's been two weeks since my last confession.

Proceed.

You already know my sins, Tom.

I do.

And also already know

that I've stepped off the righteous path.

Well, we all have.

A million six from the South side.

Drug money was a little light this month,

and prostitution was down a little too, under 800,000.

Gambling's up. The skim was a million one last month.

Is there any way to come back to the path?

Are you serious?

I'm not sure.

But it feels good to contemplate it.

I am a friend,

and I do not have the spiritual answer

you're looking for.

There's a woman...

- Your caretaker? - Yes.

- Are you having impure thoughts? - No, no, no.

She's in a tough spot with her daughter.

And you want to help.

It would help me to help her.

- How about the pickups? - Same spots.

I hear there's a problem.

- Same problem? - Yes.

Ahem. That rumor's been around forever.

Yeah, but I understand this time they're taking it very seriously.

So let them.

All these things going on and you can sleep at night?

I keep everyone else awake.

I sleep just fine.

You hit him too hard.

I don't believe we hit him hard enough.

Don't be nodding out on us.

Wake up! Wake up!

What if we're wrong about this guy?

If we're wrong, we're just wrong.

If he comes out of his coma, he's gonna lawyer up.

He's gonna go after all of us.

I don't think he's coming out of anything.

Shit.

Fuck! What did you do?

What did I do?

You mean what did we do.

Don't start that shit, boy.

We're in this thing together.

You... you need to remember who your friends are.

Don't get soft on us now.

Remember, you begged us to let you in on this.

- Hey, guys. - Not now.

- Fuck! - Guys...

Not now, B.J.

He's got to have hidden it on him somewhere.

Check his pants. Check his pants.

I'm not doing that.

Kehoe!

Shut up!

Guys...

I said, "shut up!"

Kehoe!

Fuck! It ain't here!

Maybe you should fish around down there a little bit more.

Fuck you!

Hey!

Looking for this?

Son of a bitch.

Where did you find that?

In his locker.

Nice fucking timing, B.J.

It's a good find.

Thank you.

You were right.

Son of a bitch was gonna rat us out.

I'm always right. That's why I'm in charge.

This ain't over, you know?

There has to be other tapes.

We don't know who else he's been talking to.

Why don't you leave that to me

and people above your pay grade, Stevens?

Now get his ass out of here.

Got it.

Hello?

Hey, it's Kehoe.

Go ahead.

Well, it ain't good. He was wearing a wire.

Fuck.

All right, well, you better get over to his house.

Won't be long before some other agency gets wind of this,

if they haven't already.

You bet.

What are we going to do about the pickups?

I just have to figure something out.

Send one of us.

No, no, absolutely not. Don't know who's watching.

Who the hell can we trust?

Let me handle it.

Hey, Damon.

I'm sorry we're late.

No worries.

How's my sweet little angel?

Something wrong, honey?

Let's make you some dinner, huh?

Okay.

Come on, baby.

Hey, baby...

Everything's gonna be okay, I promise.

- Okay. - All right, so how about Mom

does some cooking tonight and you watch?

- Yeah! - You like that?

- Yup! - All right.

See what we got!

Thank you.

- Yeah. - So I sent B.J. to Rick's place.

It was covered in Feds.

All right, get lost.

I'm just worried they're gonna find something.

You forget who you're talking to?

I've got a long reach. Stop worrying.

All right. You're the boss.

Son of a bitch.

Vicky!

Vicky?

Can we talk for a minute?

Yeah, of course.

I'll be right back, okay?

What's going on?

Tell me.

Did you get bad news?

Yeah.

Let me help you.

Damon... I hope you realize

how appreciative we are of everything you've done for us.

Truly. Thank you.

Unfortunately, this is just one thing you can't help us with.

Yes, I can.

It's bad.

And no one even knows for sure what it really is.

It's just test after test and doctor after doctor.

We'll figure it out.

Together.

You know that she's the first thing that I ever did right?

And she's perfect!

It's just unfair.

No, it isn't.

Sometimes I wonder if...

God is just punishing me for all the terrible things that I've done in my life.

It's not a nice feeling.

I don't think God works that way.

Maybe not, but...

if He did, I just...

I wish He would make me suffer.

That, I could handle.

That would actually make sense.

But not her.

Let me pay for it.

You two are about all I have left.

Damon...

I would need something in return.

Of course!

Damon, I would do anything for you, regardless.

Just name it.

It would involve...

using some of your old skills.

I need you tonight.

Five stops. Five pickups.

Pickups?

What kind of pickups?

Money. Lots of it.

I don't think I understand where this conversation is going.

You don't?

Or you don't want to?

Oh, come on!

You didn't think for one minute

that I got all of this from my injury.

I never questioned it.

You never wanted to.

I'm sure you heard things about me.

Of course!

But the difference is, I know you, so I never believed any of it.

Believe it.

All of it.

You are the only person I know

I can completely trust.

I need you to stop.

I can't even be having this conversation.

I can't do that for you.

I will take care of you and Lily.

I made myself a promise that I would never do this again.

I don't see that you have much choice.

You're right, I don't have a choice.

I have Lily, and it is not safe for me out there.

There are too many people that are waiting for me

to make this exact mistake.

I'll find another way.

Because if something were to happen to me...

See that it doesn't.

Victoria, I know I needn't remind you

that you have your daughter because of me.

You would be in jail,

she would be in a state facility.

Take a minute. Think about it.

Of all the nights for this to happen...

Maybe we dodged a bullet.

This money goes all the way to the Governor tonight.

And if she got implicated...

Oh, Lord, don't go there!

You know, you may be right.

Hell, we may all get lucky.

Well?

I can't.

I have a daughter now.

Oh, and Damon? Cook your own damn dinner.

Lily!

Lillian?

Where is she?

Where is she?

She's safe.

I will cut out your heart.

Now, Vicky.

There's no need for any of this.

See?

Now think about it.

If you kill me, you'll never be able to find her.

You do what I tell you to do,

and everything will be just fine.

I promise.

Well...

Good.

Let's get you suited up, shall we?

Help yourself.

There's a bodycam there. Take it.

And there's a camera on your helmet.

I'll give you each stop, one at a time.

You bring the money back, I give you the next stop.

That's how it goes. Okay?

Okay.

Just in case it wasn't clear...

when this is over, so are we.

I know.

All right, your first stop is 751 Keller St.

German night club.

Do you speak German?

A little bit. My German isn't perfect but I understand everything.

I'm sure you'll get by.

Evening, Detectives.

B.J.

So you're telling me that Rick's place was covered in Feds.

- Yeah. - You know one of them?

- Yes, I do. - Which one?

The one running the show.

And?

And what? Will he play ball?

I don't know.

Maybe. Maybe not.

You're so helpful.

I can't speak for him, can I?

Listen, Damon ain't worried.

He never worries.

It only takes one fuckin' Boy Scout to take down that enterprise.

That can't happen.

They won't allow it. Too many people'd get hurt.

Use your head!

So you're telling me that you know one of these guys.

Yeah.

If you want, I can talk to him for you.

I want him on our team.

All right.

I made myself a promise that I would never do this again.

Mom?

I don't see that you have much choice.

Five stops. Five pickups.

What kind of pickups?

Money. Lots of it.

Mom?

Help me!

Kill me, and you'll never be able to find her.

You do what I tell you to do...

...and everything will be just fine. I promise.

I'll cut out your heart.

When this is over, so are we.

I know.

Turn your helmet so that it faces the door.

Let's keep everybody honest.

Did you have trouble here?

There's trouble everywhere.

Rival gangs, sticky fingers...

Plus you're a woman.

Ha. Funny.

All right. What do I say?

You're there to see Erik.

Erik.

- What about him? - Don't waste my fucking time.

For me, there should be a little less of that dress. Ja?

That'll cost you

Okay.

Meet Damon's new errand boy!

Girl, asshole!

Everything.

I know you.

Your brother.

Yes, and what?

You used to have long flowing locks of chestnut hair.

Didn't you?

What the hell was that?

Answer me! What the hell was that?

Get me out of here, please!

Uh...

- Tell me there's a back way out. - No.

The doors are chained.

What the hell are you doing?

That was worth a try.

You ready?

Let's do this.

We're just gonna go out there and act like we're talking.

- Okay? - Yeah.

You know what? Can you pretend that I'm really funny?

- I'm a prostitute. - Touché.

And I'm gonna get you to carry this just in case I need both my hands.

- You ready? Let's do it. - Mm.

Shit... Max!

- Hello. - Who is this crazy bitch

shooting up my cousin's club?

- A late replacement. - I'll kill her.

Calm down.

My cousin is dead!

Condolences.

Are you making a joke?

No, no, not at all.

But it seems that the club now belongs to you.

Who is she?

You know who she is.

The deal was,

no harm comes to her as long as you keep her in her cage.

She got out.

Well, then it's open season!

Just stay out of her way.

You know I'm not the only one that would like to see her dead.

Yeah...

A long, undistinguished list.

Let me help you. Please.

Yeah.

Don't make this more complicated than it needs to be.

What can I say? She needed help.

This is no time for personal wars, Victoria.

Wow! That is rich coming from you.

Let's not forget who made this personal, hmm?

He said he knew you. How?

What's it to you, anyway?

Well, they're gonna be out all night looking for you.

Sooner or later, they'll come here.

Pity!

How does he know you?

That's what happens when you put me in a room

with the piece of shit that killed my brother. We good?

1000 East End.

That's the place.

Be careful in there.

What the hell is this place?

It's like a bad dream, isn't it?

This whole thing is like a bad dream.

You're running a little... late.

Seriously?

They're stalling.

Something's not right.

- Get out of there. - Ahem.

Get out of there.

All right, time's up.

Stop the machine.

Hm. Stop the fucking machines. Fill the bag.

Hey... baby...

It's cool.

All right, this creepy ass place you have?

It makes me nauseous.

And so does your calling me "baby."

Now fill the bag.

What's your boy's name?

The one with the Jenny Craig.

Billy Smalls.

Wait, really?

Mr. Smalls?

You gotta admit, it kind of lends itself

to, like, a dozen inappropriate jokes.

Am I right, fellas? Huh?

All right, it's a tough crowd.

You win some, you lose some.

Get the fuck up.

Can he go any slower?

Because if he can, I will have to kill him.

It's not personal.

Fill the bag.

Do it.

Do it!

Now zip it up.

Be a gentleman and hand it to Mr. Smalls.

He's got a gun.

Oh, I wouldn't do that.

I'm a really good shot

and, uh, your boy here is a... he's a pretty big target.

Hey, it's cool.

No one here needs to die.

Yeah. We agree on something.

Pleasure, boys.

Vic...

Victoria...

It looks like this is your stop. Hand me the bag.

Vicky...

Fuck.

So, we meet again.

I don't know whether I should kill you...

or hire you.

This is Damon's money.

Hello, Damon!

Damon!

Hey, buddy.

Ready for my closeup.

As fun as that was to watch,

you, uh, might want me to turn it on first.

Hello, Damon!

I'm ready for my closeup!

Get out of there.

Get out of there!

Victoria?

Vicky?

Can you hear me now?

These German fuckers are after me.

Listen to me.

You're good. You're good.

Make a left here!

One is gone.

Left, left.

Up ahead, hard right, hard right.

Cut her off!

Cut her off!

Look out.

Take a left.

Hello?

What's going on out there?

You know what's going on out there.

I know she took out Erik and his crew.

Well, it turns out that he killed her brother.

And you didn't know that?

Well, I wasn't as sure as I am now.

Well...

I think these federal agents are wanting to meet.

Told you, everybody has a price.

She done made another mess on the East side.

Now that was Max. He controls them.

He must have called ahead.

Well, tell your girl no more fireworks.

Tell Max to butt out.

Like he gonna listen to me?

Make him.

Hey, it's me again.

I just got off the phone with Damon.

You've got to let her go.

No! I'm gonna kill this bitch right now.

You need to get yourself turned around.

You're trapped.

Fuck.

Get the truck and block the exit.

Okay, up ahead.

All right, the exit's just ahead.

Shit.

Oh, shit.

No!

All right.

How do you feel?

I'm tired.

I'm always tired.

Me too.

Well, your mother will be back soon.

Get some sleep.

My, my, my.

That was quite a show.

Where's Lily?

Still safe.

I need to know where she is.

You've got three more stops.

Fuck this!

Just tell me where she is.

Three more stops.

I can't believe that I actually thought for the first time in my life

that someone gave a damn about us.

So if you're not going to tell me where she is, then tell me why.

Why, Damon?

You ran drugs for the Russians.

You were a courier in and out of Moscow.

You and your brother are suspected of even more, including murder.

So stop with the babe in the woods routine, okay?

You've got three more stops.

Why did I have you on a pedestal?

Three more stops.

America's police commissioner. Wow.

Three. More. Stops.

If anything happens to her,

if there's a single scratch on her body, I swear to God...

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

Is this a crooked cop convention?

Oof!

So how much we talking about here?

That would depend on what's on them tapes.

Well, they're not good.

Big mess for everyone involved.

Even the little we've heard.

Oh, yeah?

So what have you heard? How detailed is it?

I would say that they are detailed enough.

You got names?

Oh, we certainly do, Detective Kehoe.

The problem is, is that, uh,

he wasn't just wearing a wire.

He was taping phone calls.

Phone calls and wires going back two years.

We're talking the Governor on down.

- And? - And?

Well, "and" is that I just don't know.

I mean, this could be the biggest case of my career, man.

Cush job in Washington.

A talking head on T.V., I mean...

Just look at this face, huh?

I belong on television, don't I?

Yeah. I suppose.

Well, ahem...

taking that into consideration...

the deal that we might strike would have to make a whole hell lot of sense.

Oh, it makes sense.

I'm gonna make a call.

What kind of a priest are you?

I stopped being a priest a long time ago.

Don't go back the way you came.

They're over at your bike.

Be safe.

I know Damon cares about you.

- Bullshit. - And your daughter.

Hey, baby.

That was easy.

This Nazi won't let it go.

Any suggestions, Damon?

Left, two blocks.

There's a back alley.

Now he won't be able to follow you there.

Where the fuck is it?

Take a left!

How many times can I turn left?

As many times as needed.

I'm gonna be back at square one.

Left, left.

Fuck you and your left.

Nicely done.

Fucking shit!

Hey!

Who the hell is this guy?

What does it matter?

He's a cop.

Dirty cop.

Is there any other kind in this city?

He was particularly bad.

Well, what the fuck are you?

Again, what does it matter?

It matters because the only person that's allowed to kill you is me,

after I get my daughter back.

It's none of your concern.

Everything is my concern.

You've got two more stops.

All right, I can play this game.

Hmm.

I put money on him being your partner.

So there's only two options... greed or double-cross.

Which one was it?

It doesn't concern you.

I need to get my daughter back!

He probably thought his youth and strength would help him.

It's no match for age and cunning, is it?

In a couple of hours, you'll be totally free of all of this.

Are you insane?

We will never be free of this!

You're making damn sure of that!

Trust me.

All right?

Two more stops.

And get rid of that for me.

Mom!

Help me!

Well, hot damn!

You must be the infamous runner du jour.

How you doin', honey?

My name is Rayo.

It's not that hard to say-o. Okay-o?

Is that Damon?

Hisies!

How ya doin', tiger?

Wish you were here and all that shit.

Well, you've had quite an evening.

I heard you killed more people than Quentin Tarantino.

Fancy a mint julep?

No.

Oh, come on. Let your hair down.

Metaphorically, 'cause you ain't got much there.

After all that murder and mayhem,

I mean, you'd think that you'd be parched.

C'mon, have a little sippy sip.

Mommy don't like to drink alone.

Oh, hush.

What, you don't trust little old me?

I don't trust anybody.

But I'll take a water.

- Mm-hmm. - Yeah, I'll take that then.

Cheers.

Keep an eye on him.

He's a snake.

These are my boys.

This is Boy Cock, Man Cock, Robo Cock.

Money!

Oh, boys, not that you ain't money,

but you ain't.

Ah, boys, hello.

This here, is Miss...

I'm not here to socialize. Ahem.

I'm here to get this.

Okay.

You are strong.

You are strong...

You are strong...

- Shit. - You should be.

- You are strong... - Kicking in right about...

- Kicking in... - Now...

- You're strong... - Right about...

Vicky?

Vicky?

I told you! It was the best in town.

Vicky, don't pass out.

Stay awake. Stay awake.

- Don't pass out. - It's the best in town.

...in town...

I can't believe you don't remember me.

I knew your brother quite well.

Don't pass out, Vicky. Don't pass out.

He worked for me multiple times and even ripped me off...

...ripped me off...

This was before he worked for Damon.

Listen to my voice.

Stay with me.

Now before you tell me you don't know anything about this...

- Don't pass out, Vicky. - ...I went to your brother's place...

and you were there.

I questioned him and questioned him.

He claimed that he knew nothing about anything.

Don't pass out.

- But you and I both know... - Stay awake.

...that is bull-fucking-shit.

Damn it, Vicky, don't... don't pass out.

My friend had an arms deal...

a million dollars that I helped broker.

- Fight it! Fight it, Vicky! - The last thing I heard from him

is that he met a beautiful Australian woman in a bar in Berlin.

...in Berlin.

Damn it, Vic, don't pass out.

- Stay with me. - Sound familiar?

The description matches you to a T.

Fight it, Vic.

I never saw my friend again.

Nor the money.

Later I learned that that was what you and brother did.

You guys stole cash from couriers that were moving it back and forth.

You seduced He-Rod.

Imagine how happy I was

when I heard you were going to be here tonight.

Vicky. Vicky.

The coke.

The coke!

Oh, are you trying to talk??

Ooh, I can't hear you.

No!

Vicky.

They say that shit will kill you.

So?

You have no idea how lucky you are.

Okay, why is that?

Well, the officer that bit it tonight?

You're lucky you took him out when you did.

And, uh...

you're lucky to have the FBI as your new partners.

All right, so what's this gonna cost?

Well, you know, peace of mind don't come cheap.

I didn't think it would.

They were just about to go to the DEA.

They?

Homeland Security, the whole nine yards.

No, no, no, now you said they. Who's they?

Well, before we get into that,

you and I are gonna have to have an understanding.

All right, let's talk.

We want half.

- Yeah. - Half?

He wants half.

Half the whole operation.

You know what?

If I was a bettin' man, which I am...

I'd bet that's not gonna happen.

Well, if I was you, I would make it happen.

If I was you, I'd be worried about all the scumbags

that might get their feelings hurt

when they find out what you allowed to go down

right under your goddamn crooked cop nose.

Do we have a deal?

It ain't entirely up to me.

Well, then, you know,

I guess I'll just send the tapes on up the chain, right?

Time is not your friend, friend.

Hello.

Damon?

That's right.

What are you doing answering Childs' phone?

Well, he's dead.

He's what?!

Yeah. I shot him.

And he's dead?

I'm pretty sure.

You're kidding me! What happened?

Well, you'd have to ask him.

So you're not gonna elaborate?

He came into my home,

didn't say a word, pulled a gun on me, so I shot him.

And you had no idea?

I'm sure he had a good reason. We just didn't have time to talk.

Well, the Feds said Rick has a partner.

Hmm... Maybe Childs.

I never liked him.

Trusted him even less.

Okay, well, they want half of everything.

Well, they could have asked for more.

And you're good with that?

You've got my vote.

Well, okay.

So I guess everybody is gonna have to weigh in.

Hmm. Well, get the tapes, start listening.

We'll figure it all out.

Almost done.

One more stop.

Where?

The convention Center.

Marcel Gauthier.

The union boss?

Hmm.

You saved the best for last, huh?

When you get back, I'll tell you how to find Lillian.

Park and leave your bike there.

Vicky...

It's been a while, Vicky!

What's that?

Cocaine?

Just arriving from a party.

Nice.

Where's the money?

That's Damon, right?

The money is in the truck.

You remember I speak French. Interesting.

I actually remember a lot of things.

I remember your brother.

He could speak lots of languages, like you.

Like he could say "Fuck off" like in, I don't know,

dozens of languages.

Cool story.

See where it took him.

He was a funny guy!

Very charming.

Very crooked too.

You were a good team.

Eh, you talk too much.

Do you remember that delivery in Morocco?

Yeah, you know, I don't remember that.

Really?

Nope.

It didn't go too well.

You know you're only alive because of your friend, Damon.

And I'm gonna say that to the both of you.

I could kill you right now.

It's a trap.

Your remains disappear.

Get out of there.

And what could he do about it?

How much time does he have left to protect you?

You and your daughter.

Get the hell out of there.

Get out.

Keep going.

You really fucked up my night.

We're good.

Get up.

Sit down.

- Anything else, Governor? - Thanks.

Here, it's just water. Drink it.

I need to figure out whether you and Damon are in on this together.

In on what?

Well, nearly every enemy that you've ever had,

you've managed to eliminate in one night.

Yeah, well, ahem, I'm a good at my job and I'm a good shot.

- What's your... what's your point? - Come on, Victoria.

That's not an accident. That's been designed.

Ah, designed.

Clearly, yes, by Damon.

Why tonight?

- I-I don't know. - Bullshit.

He's never asked for your help before,

and then tonight, of all nights, he chooses to clean house?

What's so special about this evening?

Do you know that Damon's been recording

everything with his partners Rick and Childs?

No, no, no, no...

Ahem, that doesn't make any sense because Childs tr-tried to kill Damon.

Of course. He got cold feet,

and tried to come over to our side.

Damon was planning to turn the tapes over to the FBI.

But we've taken care of that.

And we'll be taking care of Damon too.

You can't hurt Damon.

Uh, I'd be more concerned about myself if I were you.

I am thinking of myself!

Look, Damon has my daughter.

And if something happens to him, I will not know what he did with her.

Hmm.

I have a lucrative proposition to offer you.

We want you to come over to our side.

Find out where your daughter is and then go get rid of Damon.

We'll also give your daughter all the medical attention she needs.

The best doctors in the world. The ones you can't afford.

Yeah, we know all about that too.

This is for you, not Damon.

He's not gonna be able to spend it where he's going.

Take care of us, we'll take care of you.

I need to know right now. Are you in or are you out?

What are you asking me to do?

I want you to kill the motherfucker.

Shit.

I'm gonna need a car.

Oh, and, uh, my... my guns back

and that sweet whiskey that you had before.

Very smart.

So?

So what, baby boy?

Governor Driscoll?

Oh, shit!

- Hi. - Hi, Mom.

Get ready, honey, we're leaving.

They're coming for you.

Hmm.

That's the idea.

This is all behind you now.

The money is yours. All of it.

What do you mean?

You're coming with me.

No, no, I have to stay here.

A few loose ends I have to wrap up.

- I can do that. - No, no.

This is something I have to do...

for myself.

Why?

I've had enough.

Now go.

You have to make her well.

I liked my plan better.

Thank you.

Wow, cool car, mom!

Where the hell is he?

Hail, hail.

The gang's all here.

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