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[approaching footsteps]

[dramatic music]

[vocalizing]

[pattering rain]

[opens car door]

[rumble of car engine]

[tense music]

[Lisa gasping softly]

[camera shutter clicks]

[Lisa grunts softly]

[fire whooshing]

[repetitive punching]

Nice moves.

You new here?

Yeah.

[pants]

I can't really afford lessons, though.

Oh no, no, no. [laughs] I don't work here.

I'm just a regular. My name's Alisha.

Dia.

Let me give you a few tips.

Everyone needs a guidin' hand.

- Yeah, sure. - Sometimes, right?

- Uh-huh. - Right.

Okay.

All right. Wanna go over your left jab?

Not really.

Kind of like the... the Ray cross,

like Mike Tyson.

Okay. Well, let's work on that jab first.

Okay. [laughs]

It's the most important punch in boxing.

Everything else stems from there.

- All right. - Okay.

Just, just hit your hand?

Yeah. Let me see what you got.

Yeah.

Yeah, you can step into it.

Yup, step left.

Step left.

Step right.

Cross, cross, cross.

See, when you're jabbing,

you're finding your range.

But right now, you're just extending your arm.

You gotta rotate your body into it.

You gotta rotate your body.

Rotate into it.

Exactly, rotate into it.

Right. And keep your right shoulder back.

Yeah, right there.

- Aha. - Okay, let's do it again.

Let's go.

Yeah, chin down.

- Mm-hmm. Cross. - Mm-hmm.

- [Dia giggles] - You got a good jab though.

Yeah. [laughs]

- That was fun. - Wow.

- Can we do it again? - Yeah.

Yeah?

You know what, hold on, I got somethin'.

Uh, you know what? Actually, I just, um, realized

I had a couple of errands that I needed to run.

But listen, thank you so much.

I gotta go. Thank you.

Yeah, yeah.

[Dave pants]

You got anything that's gonna stick me?

Nah, just a needle

- in my pocket. - Sir, turn over.

What?

[Dave pants]

Nice bust. Let's share the collar.

Okay.

- Nice work, kid. - Thank you, sir.

You think you're a real cop now?

[Quentin laughs]

Parks, you file the paperwork?

I did.

You can go home.

[Stan and Ricki moaning and panting]

[Stan] Fucking, fucking, fucking.

Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, fuck yeah.

[moaning and panting continues]

Be right back.

[shower running]

What the fuck are you doing?

Sorry, I was just trying to make sure

you weren't gonna stiff me.

I shouldn't give you shit.

I did my job.

This is all you're worth.

Get the fuck outta here.

[running footsteps]

- Happy Fourth. - Thanks, Jason.

- [rumble of train] - [sirens wailing]

- Hey! - What'd you get?

This it?

[Ricki] Hmm-mm.

You couldn't swipe him, or nothing?

That's all he would give me.

Come on. You're fuckin' cherry, girl.

[Ricki] We'll work it out. All right?

What? How are we supposed to fix with this?

We can split. All right?

I can't split with you. I need a fix.

I need a fucking fix too so I can work for us, all right?

Work it out.

[Evelyn sighs]

Okay.

I'll be back in a minute.

[camera shutter clicks]

[eagle screeches]

Here.

Oh, nice, nice, nice, nice.

Look, I want first. I earned it.

All right.

Relax.

[fireworks in the background]

[Ricki] Let me see that.

[tar bubbling]

[loud sudden explosion]

Shit!

Shit.

[Evelyn] Fuck!

You dumb bitch.

That was our setup for the night.

I'll have to get more tar.

[panting]

I'm so tired.

You wanna score or not?

Fuck.

[rumble of car engine]

[screech of brakes]

[jingle of keys]

[car door slams close]

[car door clicks open]

[car door slams close]

[engine revving]

[sirens wailing]

[rumble of car engine]

[rumble of approaching vehicle]

Hey!

How are you guys doing tonight?

[rumble of approaching vehicle]

Hey, howz your night going?

Good. You working?

Depends. You payin'?

[sighs] I know a good motel nearby.

No.

I want to keep it quick.

There's an alley two blocks away.

[Vince] Sure.

What do you want?

Hmmm?

You want a girlfriend?

A girlfriend?

Yeah, you know.

You, me, nothin' in between.

No rubber.

No.

I don't need a girlfriend.

[cell phone ringing]

[into phone] Hey, Boo.

[Patrice] [over phone] Hey, babe! What's your ETA?

Actually... I'm at the store.

What else do we need for the night?

[Patrice] How about, Jamaican Rum, Myers.

[laughs] Uh, that's a hard no.

I'm gonna surprise you with whiskey.

Well, what do you want?

You look familiar.

You live around here?

Why? You writin' a novel?

Hey. You...

You passed the alley.

Hey!

[tense music]

[into phone] Hmm. But you see me every night.

[Patrice] [over phone] Yeah, but I want to go big

for our one-year anniversary.

I mean, when you say it like that, who can resist?

Okay, babe, I will see you soon.

[Patrice] Okay, see you soon.

[unlocks car door]

[tires screeching]

Oh, no! [gasps]

[Ricki screams]

[Ricki screams]

[Alisha] Thanks.

[car door closes]

[Ricki groans]

Keep it.

Hey!

Everything all right?

Oh yeah, everything's fine.

She's just a little drunk.

Getting her home, don't you worry.

Sir.

Sir!

Sir!

[breathes heavily]

[tense music]

[rumble of car engine]

[approaching footsteps]

Back so soon? You forget somethin'?

Let me see your security tapes.

[Bill] Uh, I don't know.

Okay, so you push this button to play the video files.

And this one to toggle forward.

I... I think I can handle it from here.

- Okay. - Hmm-mm.

Just, uh, let me know if you need anything.

Will do.

Okay.

[tense music]

[cell phone ringing]

[into phone] Hey, babe. I'm sorry.

I just got caught up in some, some work stuff.

- [Patrice] Work stuff? - [Alisha] Hmm-mm.

[Patrice] Nothing serious, right?

No, I just, um...

something came up.

Let me, I will see you at home in about an hour, so, okay?

[Patrice] Okay baby, see you soon.

Yeah.

[sighs]

[rumble of car engine]

[engine switched off]

[car door slams closed]

[car door slams closed]

[car engine revving]

[dramatic music]

I don't know why you piss away money

on that garbage.

The girls don't even show it all.

Most of the hottest celebrities,

the ones you watch the shitty TV shows for,

they're not gonna show it all.

They only do spreads in the soft magazines.

And, best of all,

nobody can say shit about this to Shelby.

Why wouldn't you just read Playboy?

I can't bring Playboy into the station.

Oh, sure you can.

What about the girls?

Girls in Playboy wear clothes now.

Yeah, you didn't hear that?

What?

What's this fucking country comin' to, huh?

You know, the real thing about Playboy is just...

there's journalism in there.

You know, real journalism.

- All right. - Vonnegut,

Roald Dahl, Hunter S. Thompson.

Roald Dahl?

The kids' author?

- Yeah. - [Det. Ford laughs]

What? He wrote for adults, too.

Like what?

Like what, I don't know. That's not the point.

The point is, they're all there to read in Playboy.

I can't believe fucking Playboy bunnies

wear clothes now.

[Alisha] Uh-mmm...

I thought you were off duty?

Yeah, I just want to run something by you.

Something suspicious that I saw.

Suspicious?

[radio host] Yo, I'm angry.

I've had enough of these people,

these Christian-hating scum. These liberals,

they literally crawl out from underneath rocks

with their boozy, weird, green looking skin,

or Black, or White, doesn't really matter.

Deep down, it's what's inside,

and it's ugly, people. It's ugly, America.

[Alisha] And that's when he drove off with her.

Well, this really doesn't necessarily mean so much, Parks.

It didn't feel right, sir.

It felt like she was being forced into the vehicle.

Or maybe she was just pulling trick.

All right. We'll file a Missing Person's report,

but I wouldn't get too worked up about it.

Someone can check it out in the morning.

Somethin' like this, she could be dead by the morning.

That neighborhood.

These street girls.

They're all NHI's.

These girls go missing, nobody notices.

I notice.

I found a syringe in the drain.

It may have rolled out.

- May have? - [Alisha] When I approached him.

Was she a working girl?

[Alisha] Yeah, I think so.

Well, alert the press;

a needle falls out of a hooker's ass.

Probably a pimp guidin' her back to the car.

Can we at least have the syringe analyzed?

Well, we can have the syringe analyzed.

Sure, why not?

We'll have someone analyze the syringe.

I spoke to the store owner.

Security footage.

Oh, really!

[Alisha] Really.

All right. We'll bring this to Shelby.

And we will check out the syringe.

[radio host] Pizzagate is real, America.

Wake up! Wake up, sheepeople!

It's real.

They are literally abducting children off the street.

It's gotta be investigated.

So, he took off, and, um, I found this on the sidewalk.

And then I got the video.

Officer, this doesn't look like

a department issue evidence bag.

Sorry, Captain, it's what the deli had.

So you got a needle.

And a video, sir.

Let me see it.

She's loaded.

File a missing person.

Corbucci, you and I need to talk alone for a second,

about protocol and chain of command.

Officer Parks, wait outside.

This is what you got? You got a needle in a baggie.

You're gonna bring this rookie in here and present this

like I'm supposed to do something with it?

She witnessed it, sir.

Well, if she saw what we just saw on that video,

we're gonna need more than that.

Yes, sir.

Dismissed.

[sighs]

[Corbucci] Hey, Parks.

Maybe you should do some diggin' on who that girl is.

On your own.

- Yeah, it's good to know. - I'll check the license plate.

- All right? - Uh, Sarge...

what's an NHI?

Don't worry about that.

[car door rattles open]

[owl hooting]

[car door slams closed]

[owl hooting]

[opens trailer door]

[camera clicks and prints]

[tense music]

[gasps]

Shhh. Shh-shh-shh-shh.

[Ricki pants in fear]

Don't scream, don't scream.

Okay? Atta girl.

What do you want?

You wanna how many times I've done this?

Hmmm?

One... two...

[whispers] three...

[whispers] four...

[whispers] five.

Five!

Help!

[screams] Help! Somebody!

Help me!

Help! Help!

Someone help! Somebody, please help! [cries] No!

[dramatic music]

[screams] Help! Please help me!

Somebody!

Somebody help me!

[cries] No! No!

Help!

[somber music]

[bell dings]

[somber music continues]

Yeah.

[fireworks exploding]

[Alisha] He said I'd find you here.

Who?

Jason. Your friend at the motel?

I don't know who that is.

You don't know who that is.

Okay, well, he said you and this girl hang out together?

I'm trying to help her.

She got into a guy's car.

I don't think she wanted to be in that car.

Do you understand what I'm sayin'?

I'm not after you. Do you know her or not?

Do the right thing and help me help her.

How about I buy you dinner, and we talk, hmm?

Okay.

Look, let me go.

I-I'll act like it never happened

and I won't tell anyone, I swear.

[speaks with mouth full] Let me guess.

You're the victim, hmm.

Always innocent.

Always tormented... by a rigged system.

And tell me, you chose to get in the car...

so all this, is it not by your own choosing?

- I'm sorry if I... [gasps] - [loud clatter]

Don't interrupt me!

That's rude.

You sell your body on the fucking street.

You turned yourself into a junkie.

You could have had an education. You could have had a life.

And instead, you decided to be a parasite.

You know, you women, you choose to be unwanted...

Hmm. We approach.

[Ricki breathes heavily]

And you choose.

You forfeited your choice.

Now I choose.

Now I have the power.

[screams] Oh fuck! God!

Usually, she works the alley between Maple and Elm.

Unless the trick paid, and they went to that motel on Willow.

The clerk, he kicks us a piece for bringing guys there.

He left that little detail out.

[hum of traffic]

So tell me, what's her name?

[fireworks exploding in distance]

Ricki, Ricki Fennel.

I know her maybe like three months.

She was 16.

Molly. That was her D.O.C. for a while,

until she tried Skag.

Once you try that...

nothing else matters.

It's like... all you care about is getting it,

and so you don't have to care again.

Is there anything else?

Uh, she hated school work.

She said that the words got all jumbled in her head.

Dyslexia.

All right, thank you.

Um... do you think this is connected

with those other missing girls?

Other missing girls?

[fireworks crackling]

[phone ringing]

- [into phone] Corbucci. - [Alisha] [over phone] Sarge,

I got a name.

Ricki Fennel, and get this. She's a junior in high school.

I think I got us a case here.

Well, bingo.

She's just a kid.

Dropped out of high school, ran away from home.

I checked out the license plate,

and it's a dead-end.

Suspects don't match.

Owner's a Black guy in his 60s.

Can you check the footage again?

I think we missed something.

I was told there have been multiple girls,

matching Ricki's description going missing.

Parks, the track suit, the multi-tool, the gloves.

He's done this before.

Get back here. We'll bring this to Shelby again.

Copy.

[fireworks exploding]

[Vince] You shouldn't have done that.

[Ricki gasps]

[Vince exhales]

You know what that is?

[sniffs] It's a police scanner.

That means that no one's ever gonna find you.

It means that no one...

no one found her...

no one's found her...

no one found her...

no one... found her...

and no one's ever gonna find you.

I'm gonna enjoy killing you.

[Ricki cries]

Nice work, Parks.

So, this girl, Ricki Fennel, is a minor.

That's something.

Um... let's get an Amber Alert out.

Who else is available?

Sir, with the holiday, we're a little short on men.

I think Parks should do a deep dive on similar missing persons.

Anyone fitting the same description as our girl.

I'll give her temporary clearance, for tonight.

So it's up to you two.

Thank you, sir. I'm ready.

We'll see.

Okay, but wait. Don't I need access to do case research?

You can use my password.

The number four, Sara and Jimmy.

No "h" in Sara.

Your kids?

Yup.

[machine whirring]

What are you still doin' here?

Whoa! You're working that missing girl case?

Yeah. You wanna help?

[chuckles] Lookout, America. She's on the case.

You know, I'd like to help you out,

but my shift ends five minutes from now.

Come on.

She'll still be missin' in the mornin'.

Go the fuck home, Steve.

[scoffs] Have a good night, hero.

[Vince] Who... are you?

You're a student... at Rivendell High?

Yeah.

[♪♪♪]

[Ricki gasps in fear]

[Ricki breathes heavily]

How old are you?

How old are you?

[Ricki breathes heavily]

Sixteen. [breathes heavily]

You're sixteen.

She's six-sixteen.

Wait, wait, please don't do that.

Okay, okay, okay.

Okay, okay, okay.

Please, I couldn't stay in school.

No one cares about a girl like me?

[Ricki breathes heavily]

- [Vince clicks gun] - [Ricki] Please don't...

don't, just listen.

[cries] I feel like if we think...

if we just think... we can get out of this together.

[breathes heavily] Please, please.

Please.

[Vince inhales and exhales]

[suspenseful music]

[knock on door]

Hey, I found the mom.

No surprises. Single parent.

You know, tough life.

You want to talk to the mom with me?

Sure, yeah.

Bring her into the station.

[Ricki breathes heavily]

[thrilling music]

[Officer] [on scanner] Please advise, there's a 902

on watch from [indistinct] Boulevard, unknown number of...

[Ricki grunts and struggles]

[Ricki screams]

[Ricki forcefully banging bed]

Shit.

Shit. [cries]

[sighs] So, where we at?

Nothing yet.

You know, these traffic cameras are usually used

to nail people who run red lights.

But in a situation like this, we use them to track a suspect.

[laptop keys clacking]

I know that, Lou.

The problem is that every area is different,

so we have to go through 'em all.

Oh! Whoa, whoa!

What's that?

- Yeah, you think that's the car? - That is it.

So what do you think? Is he in that garage?

There's only one way to find out.

Yeah.

Let's go.

[♪♪♪]

I looked up NHI.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah. No human involved?

It started in the LAPD, all those years,

they "weren't looking" for The Grim Sleeper.

I know.

You know?

Hmm-mm.

Let me... let me ask you a question.

If I looked like Ricki, if I dressed like her,

would you be able to tell the difference?

Is that... how you see these women?

Of course not, Alisha.

No human involved.

[scoffs] That cops' slang for dead, black hookers?

Because these girls, they need us more than anybody.

[radio host] [on car radio] You know, we won't follow

these lemmings blindly off a cliff.

They try and do false flag events

with their crisis actors, telling everyone what to do.

But we won't fall for it.

We know better. We've always known better.

They can try and pass laws or...

[Corbucci] He never took off those gloves.

Well, at least we know he left in a different car

than he came in.

We can figure out who left the garage

in the traffic cam. Right?

Okay, there's nothing to do but, go ahead.

[on radio] How many cars left in that window of time?

[Det. Lean] [over radio] Over 50 licenses in a half-hour.

Shit. We'll never get through that many.

[on radio] Can you see if we have any matches on our guy?

[Det. Lean] [over radio] Copy that. By the way, Officer,

girl's mother will be arriving at the station

in about 15.

[on radio] Copy.

[club music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[music continues playing]

[crowd hooting]

[crowd whistling and hooting]

[crowd chatter and laughter]

Can I get you, hon?

A cranberry... no, no, no, no.

Whiskey straight up.

Whiskey.

Hey, baby.

- Hi! - How's your night going?

[Vince exhales]

- [Destiny chuckles] - Better.

Thank you.

You free?

Nothing's free, but... I'm available.

You want a private room?

Hell ya.

Hmmm.

- [glass clanks] - Bring the bottle.

[♪♪♪]

[Ricki screams]

[Ricki struggles and screams]

[Officer] [on scanner] Be on the lookout

- for a man in a black hoodie... - [shouts] Somebody help please.

I don't feel good. Help, please.

[Ricki breathing heavily and shivering]

[Officer] [on scanner] Please advise 91,

the store on the corner of Nine and Sullivan.

[Ricki continues breathing heavily]

[Ricki coughs]

[Ricki vomits]

[Ricki breathes heavily]

[Corbucci] Ms. Fennel, we want to thank you for coming in.

I'm Sgt. Louis Corbucci.

This is Alisha Parks.

We just wanna ask you a few questions

about your daughter, Ricki.

What did she do?

I haven't seen that girl in six months.

Ma'am, we have reason to be concerned about her.

Is she okay?

We believe she's been kidnapped.

Yup, uh, but we don't know that for sure.

Any information you have could save her life.

Oh god! [sighs]

Uh, um, I haven't seen her in six months.

I don't know anything. Is she all right?

We're doing everything we can to find her.

[whispers] Please! She's my little girl.

You have to bring her back.

I promise we are gonna bring her back.

Thank you.

Mrs. Fennel, we're gonna...

we're gonna send a counselor in here.

Thank you for coming in.

Thank you.

[Corbucci] Don't look back.

[Mrs. Fennel cries]

You fucked up.

We don't make promises.

That woman was hurtin' Sarge. What was I supposed to say?

We don't say that.

[Det. Lean] [on phone] Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Sarge... - What?

A guy in a track suit

last seen with at least one little girl.

[Alisha] Lisa Andrews.

You know anything else about her?

No, just right there, that's all I got.

[chatter in background]

Let me try and get a little bit more information on her, Alisha.

I'm glad you're here tonight.

I know.

Holidays are weird.

I wasn't even supposed to be here tonight,

but I owed Michelle a favor.

[club music playing in background]

You know, I... I love seeing you.

You just like the way I rile you up.

Actually... [chuckles], I like the way you calm me down.

You know, I'm planning... on going away.

Yeah?

Would you come with me?

Where are we going, baby?

Uh, well... I was thinking... Costa Rica.

Costa Rica.

Hmmm.

Why not Brazil?

Yeah?

I've been saving up for a trip with my boyfr...

With your... with your who?

My friend.

[Vince sighs]

Sit down.

Sit down.

I think...

I feel like...

you see me for who I really am.

Sweetheart...

can I give you some advice?

These places, they're like cotton candy.

A little, on occasion, is fine,

but too much and they'll rot your teeth.

[Vince sniffs]

Yeah.

Do you have any, uh... do you have any oxy?

I don't.

[club music continues playing in background]

I think Claire has some coke in her locker.

Meet me out back?

Yeah.

[Vince sniffs]

[footsteps]

[phone ringing]

[door opens]

Hey, Sarge, I was just trying to help the mom.

[Alisha sighs]

Smoke?

I'm serious.

You know, three weeks after I made detective,

I got my first big case.

Her name was Katie.

Cute little girl, big buck tooth smile.

She was playin' foursquare with this neighbor kid.

This guy comes up to them with two frosties,

chocolate and strawberry.

What kid doesn't like ice cream, right?

Anyway, this kid, this neighbor kid,

this lucky fucking kid,

he says no because he's diabetic.

He doesn't eat ice cream.

Anyway, so I... you know, I ask around.

You know, some people, they swear they saw his face,

but then, I get a-a mixed eyewitness.

But what I did get was average, you know,

average height, average weight. Average, average...

You know, it coulda been anybody. It coulda been nobody.

But the mom...

this little girl's mom, I promised her.

See, I promised her that I'd find her little girl.

And Alisha, I was a man of my word.

Then weeks go by, months go by.

And I'm following every lead that I can,

even the fucking whack-job leads from the tip line,

I'm following those.

Now my girlfriend leaves me, and I'm better off without her.

But I didn't know that then.

It wasn't that I wanted...

didn't want to solve that case, but when a case gets that cold,

and the leads run that dry, then...

[siren wails]

Let's just put it this way, you know,

I don't make promises anymore.

[siren wails]

I'm sorry.

But guys like that, and guys like your guy...

you listen to me.

Because they wait... and they wait and they wait.

Then they strike.

I could've stopped him.

No, you couldn't have.

I could've stopped him.

And you know what? When you make detective,

I'm your reference.

[receding footsteps]

[phone vibrates]

[car door closes]

Hey, I got your stuff.

[Vince snorting coke]

Can I get a hit of that, too?

[sniffs] Woo!

Who're you taking to Rio?

[Destiny laughs] [sniffs]

[clattering]

Don't worry about it.

[Destiny sniffs]

Hey, let's, uh, do some more.

Have you ever had... feelings for a customer?

Early on, but...

No, no... no.

I said "no", you fucking weirdo.

[Destiny gasps]

I'm not a fucking weirdo.

[Vince groans]

[Destiny cries]

- Fucking weirdo... - [Destiny screams]

[Destiny groans]

- [Vince screams] - [Destiny cries]

[♪♪♪]

Cold, but still good.

No, I'm good.

[Corbucci] Try it.

You havin' any luck with those drivers' licenses?

[Alisha] I don't know. It's hard to say.

Can't we just go after all of them?

Not enough men. Not enough time.

You know, the truth is,

- [cup thrown in dustbin] - our time is probably up.

That's cheery.

[Det. Lean] Yeah.

I think I'm gonna call it.

I'll see you guys tomorrow.

Tomorrow's today.

Then I guess I'll see you guys later today.

[insects chirping]

[♪♪♪]

[sighs]

Fuck!

Fuck!

[sighs]

[♪♪♪]

[exhales deeply]

[Ricki groans]

[announcer] [on police scanner] This is an Amber Alert

for Rachelle Fennel, answering to Ricki.

I repeat, this is an Amber Alert for Rachelle Fennel,

answering to Ricki.

Ricki's five foot two, 120 pounds.

Sixteen years old...

African American female,

last seen wearing a yellow gray camouflage dress on Elm Street..

That's Rachelle Fennel, answering to Ricki.

Prime suspect is a white male...

[Ricki cries]

[clattering]

Shit!

[Ginger] Julia acted tough, but really,

she was just such a sweetie, you know.

Everybody loved her.

And poor Anthony. Wha-what's going to happen to him?

Social Services will take care of him.

There's nothing else you remember about the guy,

the suspect?

[Ginger] Like I'd seen him.

He always paid cash. He was weird.

Most of our guys are, right?

'Cause we're a little bit more, like, I mean,

we get a, we get the different guys.

- [siren wails] - [chatter on radio]

Thank you.

Thanks.

So we got a sex worker killed with a short blade

from a switch knife.

No, I think it's a multi-tool.

This is our guy.

Yeah, but our guy, he-he-he's thorough.

He's meticulous.

This-this seems so sloppy.

Yeah, he's changing his own rules.

Let's go back to the station.

I know that we're missing something.

[Vince] Yeah.

[sniffs]

[phone ringing]

- [Alisha sighs] - Go ahead, answer it.

[phone ringing]

[Alisha sighs]

I can't talk right now.

[Patrice] You could've told me that earlier.

I've been sittin' here all night.

[Alisha] I'm in the middle of a case right now.

I can't talk.

[Patrice] Look, I really value communication, but I feel...

Look, I'm sorry I missed our dinner.

Let's talk tomorrow.

[Patrice] Okay.

Pissed you're blowin' him off, huh?

[game commentary on TV]

[commentator] [on TV] ...wrap up their first series

victory at the end of June.

The youngsters get a chance to sign an autograph

before today's ballgame...

- [door opens] - [bell rings]

[commentary continues]

Where's the cleaning supplies?

Back corner.

I'll take a packet of cigs and, uh...

two bottles of whiskey.

Yeah.

[commentary continues in the background]

[glass bottles clanking]

[commentary continues in the background]

You read this filth?

Who are you, my mother?

How do you fuckin' look at yourself in the mirror?

[commentary continues in the background]

It's a free country still.

These girls are barely 18.

Forty-eight fifty.

[commentator] [over radio] Here's Joe Panik.

He's over one...

[commentary continues]

You celebratin' alone tonight?

Hey, that's okay. Not everybody has friends.

[alert message in phone]

[commentary continues over radio in the background]

[commentator] [over radio] Splinter in the dirt.

Ninety-two on that one, could not get [indistinct].

[commentary continues over radio in the background]

[dog barks]

[♪♪♪]

[dog barks]

[thunder cracks sharply]

[♪♪♪]

[car door closes]

[♪♪♪]

- [man growls] - [tires screeching]

The syringe.

Huh?

I want to know where that needle came from.

Not just its contents.

Let's have the syringe analyzed.

Uh... why don't we just call it an even 50.

Right?

You're not going to check it?

No, I'll make it work. And sorry about before.

You're totally right, I really shouldn't read this shit.

Fuckin depraved.

Yeah.

[unzipping jacket] It is.

- O-kay. - Fuck!

Whoa, whoa! No, wait, wait, wait.

[gunshot]

[commentary continues over radio]

[commentator] [over radio] Second pitch on its way.

It's a ground ball.

[commentary continues]

[commentator] [over radio] He really can't get a read

from gunthrie...

He's been all over the place. With one today,

he'll have to take the series to San Francisco...

Then you go on to the next series.

And keep that momentum going.

[bell rings as door opens]

[Corbucci] Bingo!

We've got him, Parks.

You were right.

It is a school-issued syringe from a science class,

not a medical standard.

And... one of our drivers

is a high school science teacher at Rivendell.

Wait! Where Ricki's a student?

Could be a coincidence, could not.

But we're goin' anyway.

Now... now he lives in an apartment, right,

in-in-in a shitty part of town.

No, he's not doing this from an apartment.

He needs a place nice and quiet.

Yeah, you're right again, Parks.

But, you know, he owns a piece of land

in Linkin Woods. Real secluded.

We are gonna save this one.

[door opens]

[car engine revving]

[officer] [on police radio] Suspect sighted at

101 Parliament Road.

Sending officers now to apprehend the suspect.

That's less than a mile away from Linkin Woods.

We have to get there first.

[car speeds up]

[♪♪♪]

[siren wails]

[car engine revving]

[♪♪♪]

- [door opens] - [Ricki gasps]

[clattering]

[Vince unzipping jacket]

Hi!

[♪♪♪]

[Vince grunts]

It's a police scanner. You can only listen.

[Ricki gasps]

[operator] [over radio] [indistinct]

to Linkin Woods, for suspect Vince Luscombe,

sending a helicopter there immediately.

Copy that. We're in hot pursuit.

En route to location.

We'll be first on scene.

Send back-up and SWAT.

[siren wails]

Listen...

Some things in...

some things in life...

they don't always seem good when they're happening but...

You know, take you and me, for instance.

Could be a blessing in disguise.

That's what this is...

Here, take this.

You first.

Trust me, you'll need it.

Hmm-mm.

[cries] Please just let me go.

I promise... that's what I'm gonna do.

Why? [breathes heavily]

Now they're gonna show you mugshots and sketches and...

and video surveillance.

You won't be able to confirm anything, that's the idea.

And then, we'll both... look back on this

and we'll thank each other. Hmm? Hmm.

Well... it's a start.

[Ricki screams]

[siren wails]

[Ricki] I can't fucking see.

Oh, my eyes! [screams] My eyes!

My eyes! I can't... I can't see.

[breathes heavily]

[screams]

Shhh.

- [muffled screams] - Shh.

I said, I'm gonna let you go, but you have to calm down, okay.

[Ricki screams]

[helicopter whirring]

[Ricki cries]

[Ricki groans]

[helicopter whirring]

[gunfire]

[shouts] Come on!

[Ricki] What's going on?

[Ricki groans]

[Corbucci] [into radio] We're receiving fire.

Bring it up.

[Ricki cries]

Please let me go.

Please.

[siren wails]

[Vince grunts]

They're here.

Help, help.

[Ricki breathes heavily]

I'll fucking take [indistinct], all right?

All right, all right, all right, all right.

[door opens]

[machine gunfire]

[Alisha breathes heavily]

- [gunfire] - [Corbucci] Parks!

Get back.

[operator] [over radio] Sgt. Corbucci, stand down.

SWAT's on the way. Fifteen minutes.

Fifteen!

Shit.

[Alisha breathes heavily]

- All right, ready? - [Alisha coughs]

Again?

[gunshots]

[screaming loudly] Help, help, somebody help me.

- She's still alive. - Shit!

[Ricki] [shouts] Gun is on the ground!

Somebody, please help!

[thud]

He's hunkered down in a cabin with a hostage.

We need backup now.

Woo!

[machine gunfire]

[Corbucci coughs]

Ah!

They'll be here soon enough.

Soon isn't soon enough. And you know that.

[rapid gunfire]

Fuck you.

All right. All right.

We're gonna wait 15 minutes, five minutes. We're gonna...

We don't have 15 minutes.

- We don't have five minutes. - Yes, we do!

[Vince panting]

[Vince whispering]

Bah!

[explosion]

[Alisha groaning]

Fuck, yes!

[glass clattering]

[Corbucci mumbling]

[panting] We will stand down and wait for backup.

Guy's got a fuckin' arsenal in there.

[panting, groaning in panic]

Captain, we're in position but we're pinned.

This guy has bombs scattered all throughout his property.

[Vince loading gun]

[Vince grunting, continues shooting]

[Ricki groaning and crying]

We can't just wait. We have to go in there.

Parks, no, we have to wait for backup.

There's no time.

- You do what you're told. - [gunshots continue]

[gunshots]

We have to go.

She is not worth it.

[breathing deeply] I'm goin' in there.

[Ricki grunting]

[gunfire continues]

[Ricki panting]

I said I'm goin' in there.

Parks...

Oh, God!

[Vince groaning]

[Ricki grunting]

[shouting] I'm gonna kill you.

[screaming, panting]

[Corbucci] Parks!

Parks, get back here!

[Ricki breathing deep]

[Vince screaming]

[Vince grunting]

[Vince crying in pain]

- [Vince grunting] - [Ricki crying]

[Alisha panting]

[Alisha] [into comms] SWAT, follow the white rocks!

It's the pathways around the mines.

[Ricki groaning]

[Vince grunting]

[Vince growling]

[Ricki choking]

[Ricki groaning]

[Ricki choking desperately]

[Ricki groaning]

[Ricki choking]

[Vince groaning]

[Ricki panting]

[Alisha panting]

[Alisha grunting] [gunshots]

[tense music]

[Ricki panting]

[Ricki crying]

[slow music]

[Ricki blowing smoke]

[Sofia chuckling]

Oh my God, I hate school.

[bell ringing]

Shit, I can't be late for Spanish.

We already speak Spanish.

Exactly. Easy A. Bye.

[Ricki] Bye.

[Whitney] Don't forget to give me back my geometry book.

I got you.

[sniffling]

[whispering] You're good.

Shit.

What's going on?

I just... dropped my books.

[Vince] What House are you in?

Cooper, sir.

What are you doing over here?

[Ricki] Just getting a book. [coughing]

- Is everything all right? - [Ricki] Yeah.

[coughs, clears throat] I'm just gettin' over something.

Yeah, uh, come, come here.

- What's your name? - Uh, Ricki.

Ricki.

You know where the nurse's office is?

Yeah.

Head straight there, okay.

Thanks.

[door closes]

[♪♪♪]

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[music fades out]