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Yuri!

Yuri, come on!

Ah!

Yuri!

You're not going anywhere!

Going somewhere?

This wasn't the deal.

Ray was supposed to be here in person!

I'm sorry, I thought I made myself clear.

We represent Ray's interests.

Now, uh... key, please.

Ah, Yuri.

Ah!

No!

Didn't have to be that way.

Here.

Holy fuck!

If... if you kill me,

you're never going to get what you want.

You want to make a deal with Ray face to face?

Here's is your chance.

Hey, Tommy.

I got a whole box of them in the car for you.

Come on! Yeah!

Oh, yeah! Come on!

Hey!

Oh!

Whoo!

How you doing? All right.

- Hey, Ray. - How you doin', Bobby?

I thought you quit.

- I thought you quit. - I did.

Back on the floor. I got it from here.

Okay, Ray.

- You can't make me talk. - We'll see about that.

What do you two think you're doing?

I'm doing what you said.

What the fuck?

Did I say to kill anybody?

Maybe I did.

Sorry, pal.

This is all a big misunderstanding.

Perhaps I didn't make it clear I had no intention

of being present during the handoff.

We had a deal, the case in exchange for the money

that you lost gambling in my casino.

I'm a self-made man, Yuri, just like you.

You made it clear you wanted to leave your-your father out of this.

So I give you high marks for your...

gallant attempt at doing what's right.

I'm aware your father is not gonna make good on your gambling debts.

So I brought you here to renegotiate.

Man to man. Mano a mano.

So... I'm listening.

What?

What the fuck did he say?

He said you're a dead man.

I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I am very much alive.

I'm not that easy to kill.

We're all friends here.

So I'm sure you're gonna tell me where the real case is.

You do that,

and I'll let you live to see another day.

Yeah.

Boka, Boka, Boka, Boka!

Basta, basta.

The case is in a safe in the mausoleum.

622 West Tomas Street.

See? That wasn't so hard, was it, huh?

Yeah?

I'm listening.

What's he saying now?

Even if we get past the men, we'll never get in the safe.

We'll see about that, won't we?

Dispose of the body, make it look like a robbery.

You said you'd let me go.

You misunderstood.

I said I would let you live for another day.

Get me Lombardi.

Let's have some fun, shall we?

- Hey, hey! - What? Shit.

Sorry.

Did I wake you again?

I mean,

who needs an alarm clock

when I have this every morning?

Yeah.

- What time's your shift today? - No.

- No, what? - No free food.

Who said anything about free food?

Reyna...

Besides, I can't make it to the restaurant today anyways.

I got some work to take care of.

Work?

I thought you were done with that shit.

You know Mom would be rolling in her grave if she knew you were still doing that type of work.

I know.

But just remember why I'm doing this, Reyna.

- Marcus... - Just...

Just don't.

I'm gonna go put some clothes on.

Jeez.

Is it just me?

I'm cold.

- Detectives. - Hey.

What do we got?

Male. Caucasian.

I gotta take this, I'm sorry.

- What? - I'm gonna be back in the car. You got this.

- Dobbs here. - This way.

I'm at the crime scene now...

The victim was found about five hours ago.

- I thought you quit those. - Oh. I haven't smoked for six months.

Doesn't count as long as you don't light the damn thing.

Yeah, right.

What do we got?

Oh, yeah, it's a run-of-the-mill mugging.

Poor sap got shot in the stomach.

But look, there's no blood. That's weird, right?

Oh, and look, there's-there's restraints on his wrists.

What do you think?

He was dumped, meatball.

Sorry.

Hey, excuse me.

- Hi, Officer... - Burke.

Burke. Yeah.

Can you take him to the pathologist

and get the DNA run for him? Thanks.

You got it, Detective.

Let's hope you do a better job than Detective Walsh here.

Walsh.

Smoke that, man, your mind's turned to mush.

Detective, we'll let you know what we find.

- Do you mind if I smoke? - I do.

Hey!

Is that your, uh, is that your pal Walsh over there?

- What'd he do now? - It's nothing.

Just Walsh being Walsh.

Don't ask, don't tell, okay.

I like the guy. He tries really hard, but...

just not good at it, like my pops.

That's not why I'm upset, though.

- No? - No.

Mikhail Zoltoff is over there.

Ah.

So immediately your mind goes into overdrive

and you jump and...

I mean, you've had that Ray Barren on your dart board for as long as I can remember.

Let me remind you, Blake, nothing sticks to that guy.

Not now, not last time...

What was the name of that girl last time? Rihanna?

- Reyna. - Reyna.

Ooh, she's a pretty girl.

Wonder what she's doing now.

Why don't you, uh, let this all go.

Take the file, you put it in a box on a shelf underneath a lot of other boxes

and you... you forget about it, all right?

Listen, I need your car.

It's nice and warm in here.

And I'm gonna need it for a little bit.

We don't need anymore manic spells from you, okay?

'Cause, buddy, you go kinda nuts.

Thanks for your help.

- Mr. Barren? - Yeah?

Keep an eye on table two.

Yes, boss.

Marcus, my boy, how are you?

What do you want?

Come on.

Is that the thanks I get for taking care of you

after the military fucked you up?

- What do you need, Ray? - I've got a job for you.

It's a little complicated, but nothing you can't handle.

I need you to bring me this... this case

that's locked in a safe.

I'm not a safe cracker, Ray.

You were an extraction specialist

with the Delta Force, weren't you?

I mean, if something needed to be retrieved using unconventional means,

you were the man to call.

At least you were.

By the way...

Marcus!

How's that lovely sister of yours?

- Don't fucking mention her. - Stop.

You're embarrassing yourself.

You... you act like your hands are clean, but they're not.

You act like the hero, because you're not.

You think I'm reasonable, but I'm not.

You work for me, that leaves nothing off the table.

- That includes your sister who I seem to remember... - Ray...

...laid with me once or twice on some table.

Well, should I ask Boka to go grab her?

Huh? Third time's the charm.

Just tell me where the fucking case is.

That's where things get complicated.

Of course they do.

- No way. - I told you,

- it's complicated. - It's suicide!

Or freedom. For you.

For her.

Better choice.

You'll probably die anyway.

But what better place, right?

Take the car out back.

You are going to love this place. They have the best corned beef and cabbage.

- It's 7:00 am. - Yeah, it's a great time to start having meat.

- What're you doing? - Hey!

It was your idea for me to start smoking again.

I was kidding.

Oh, you're a meatball.

What if your wife finds out? She gonna totally kill me.

Yeah, but if I'm going down, I'm bringing you with me.

The fuck you are.

Yeah, yeah.

- She's gonna get you. - Hi, welcome to Crossroads Cafe.

Uh, can we have a table?

- Uh, just... just two? - Yep.

Uh, no Rhonda today?

No, she's visiting family overseas.

Oh, good for her. Have you been working here long?

Just a couple of months.

Get ready to see my mug a lot.

- Nice to meet you. - Right this way.

Goddamn it.

All right, here you guys go. And Miss Tina will be with you shortly.

Thank you.

So... you gonna eat,

or are you gonna stare

at the pretty host?

I'm, um, I'm actually gonna use the bathroom.

- Oh. - Order me something healthy, please.

I make no promises.

Where's my honey biscuits? Tina!

God, it's that honey biscuits guy at table 12 again.

Hey, you okay, Reyna?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay.

Thanks, Tina.

Okay. I'm gonna go check on five.

Yeah.

What are you doing? How did you find me?

Coincidence. This is Walsh's favorite place. I swear to God.

Oh, really? Whatever. That's bullshit.

You think I'd eat here?

I didn't mean it like that.

You think you're special.

You're just a disappointment like...

You think you just put on a uniform and do whatever the hell you want.

Well, your words mean shit.

You used me to get to Ray

and then you left me there, like a fool.

I didn't leave you there.

There was nothing I could do.

I've checked on you.

Oh. Well, while you were checking on me,

did you see that I had to give everything up?

I had to leave everything behind because of you.

Everything.

Reyna, I'm sorry.

Grow up, Blake.

I have to work.

622 West Tomas Street?

No, bro, that's suicide. That's Russian mob down there.

I know it is, buddy. I just need the layout.

- You need the layout? - Yeah.

What exactly do you think this is, Marcus?

You just walk in here, say you need something, and bam!

I drop my vape, solve my Rubik's cube and pull a detailed schematic

of a Russian mob hideaway out of my ass?

Yeah.

- Fuck. - Give me that.

- 622, not 266, right? - 622, Auggy.

- Come on, stop fucking around. - I got it, I got it.

It's a mausoleum.

It's a mausoleum, you know that, right?

Full of Russian guards. I mean,

I'm not one for foreshadowing, but it doesn't really get

much clearer than this, dude.

Yes, I have blueprints of the entire city.

You're a smart guy, you know that?

Are you sure you want to do this?

We're talking alarms, armed guards.

I mean, hell, I don't even know if I'd make it out of this place alive.

Don't expect any cameras, 'cause Russians tend to veer more on the analog side,

which could play in your favor, but could also lead to your death.

I mean, it's an abyss, a black hole.

You go in there, we have no idea the horrors you might face.

Dude, I'm just getting the case and getting the hell out.

Well, if it's in this place, it might as well be the Ark of the fucking Covenant.

Was the Ark inside of a safe?

- How dare you. - What?

No. It's... it is the safe.

It's a gold box with bars to lift it...

Wait, wait. Are you telling me right now this thing is inside of a safe?

Marcus, no! No, this is getting a lot harder.

Auggy, buddy, listen to me. I'll be fine.

I just gotta get the safe open.

All right, this is Margherita.

It's an advanced password cracking program of my own design. Okay?

As long as it's digital, the safe, we can crack it remotely

and tell you where to place it and we'll do it.

Wait. What if it's mechanical?

Right. Um... Let's see...

Ah! This will take care of that.

- Really? - Yes.

So I will be able to tell you where to go

accordingly to my action cam. All right?

It's right here, you put it in your pocket and put it on your chest later.

Perfect. Looking good, you ready?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Okay. This'll, uh, this'll work, right?

Yeah, I'll be your set of eyes and ears beyond that wall. Okay?

I'll be able to see what you see and point you in the right direction.

But this shit is illegal, okay? And it's dangerous.

If something goes down, I'm completely powerless.

- Marcus. - I'll be careful, Auggy.

That's great, but I was gonna say don't get caught.

I won't.

And if you do, you don't know me.

Love you too, Augustus.

I tell you never to say that name!

He's dead.

Hey, sis, it's nice out here today, huh?

Wanted to say hello before I head over to the mausoleum and see Annie.

I need to fix these glasses.

You're not answering your phone.

My oncologist likes to talk.

He saying anything good?

Oh, yeah.

It's all good. Hunky dory.

I need you back at the station.

I can't get you to drop this case?

Drop this case?

I've been working this case for six years.

Hey, Dobbs.

We all got problems.

Everyone.

But we fucking deal with them.

We deal with them...

I like it here. I like it here!

I can... I can complain and no one talks back.

Right?

Dobbs.

Mm-hm. I'm still working on it.

I'll head there after it's done. All right?

Okay. Yeah, I got it.

All right. You ready, Marcus? Because it is showtime.

Ready as I can be.

All right, we're up and running.

All right, action cam is up and we are live.

How's the baby earpiece? Can you hear me?

Why is nothing going on?

It's actually pretty boring.

Shut the fuck up, Auggy.

I'm just saying. You're just standing there.

When are you gonna "Van Damme" leg split someone,

do something, we don't got all day now.

I know, I'm working on it.

Dump a plant! Real clever.

You're so dead.

What're you waiting for?

All right, you got him. Okay, uh, grab his key card, you're gonna need that.

Take your time, big boy. It's not like we're in a hurry or anything.

I got it, I got it. Come on.

- Parkour! - Shut up, Auggy.

All right, now use his key card at the front entrance.

On your right. On your other right.

Good.

All right, I guess it's lunch time so there's less people than I thought.

This is good. Bogey coming at your noon.

All right, act casual. Just super casual.

Not that casual.

You're clear right now, but sneak faster.

Gen Z. Always on their phones.

Wait here. Let me see the whole area before you take him out.

All right.

Okay, we're clear up top and down both hallways.

I'd take him to pound-town right about now.

Like a cheetah!

Yeah! Get him! Give him a... Give him the-the Nelson!

The full... Yeah! Let's go.

All right, now grab the body, take him down in that little back room, that little cellar.

Yeah, make it quick. We don't have much time.

Dude, can you drag him any slower? He's like the size of a child.

Come on. Go, go, go.

You're clear.

All right, all right. Now head west.

Go through the hall, all the way down, third door on the right.

Take that hallway down, two lefts, and then another right.

What the fuck?

Marcus, you hear me? Marcus! Shit!

Marcus, you hear...

- Mar... - Auggy. Auggy, can you hear me?

Marcus! Marcus!

Shit!

Shit! Fucking Auggy!

I'm down. I'm fucked!

Auggy! Where the fuck are you?

- Auggy! - Scott, is it clear down there?

Clear at the safe entrance.

Copy that.

Auggy! Auggy, where's the fucking safe?

Come on! Come on, baby. Let's go.

What's going on? Come on, come on, come on.

Auggy, I found the safe. What do I do?!

Uh...

Auggy.

Huh!

God!

Come on, what... Yes!

Marcus, you alive? Marcus! You hear me?

I'm alive. Where the hell were you?

Thought I lost you there for a second there, buddy.

You look so cute when you struggle.

- Nice timing, asshole! - I'm trying my best.

Okay, now, where's Margherita?

Give me a clear shot, Marcus,

I can't do this without it.

I'm fucking trying!

Ah!

Come on, come on, come on.

Come on, come on.

Come on, Marcus. All right, I got it.

Let me put it in.

Okay. It's almost there. Five more seconds.

I don't have five seconds, Auggy.

Got it!

- It worked! - Success!

Whoo! Let's go!

- Yeah! - Never doubted you for a minute, buddy.

Oh, thank God. That big bag strictly for confidence.

- Yeah? - You're still alive.

Does that mean the job is done?

Yeah. I'm on my way to you.

No, don't. You may have a tail.

Well, then, where do you want me to go?

I'm gonna have someone meet you in the mannequin warehouse

next to the abandoned Jormon building.

Yeah, I know it.

You did good, Marcus.

Just don't forget our fucking deal.

Hey.

Want to put your hands on the wheel there for me, please?

Detective, by the way.

All right.

Just get out of the car for me, would ya, please?

Come on. Slowly.

Come on. Come on.

Step out. Come on.

Come on.

Slowly.

Move around to the back of the vehicle, please.

- Slow it down. - Just calm down, Detective.

Okay, hold it right there.

Pop the trunk.

Going slow.

Well, well, well, look at this.

How about that?

Put your hands behind your head.

Come on, right now.

Amber City Police Department, this is Officer Locke.

Locke, this is Dobbs. Hey, I got a 2-17 in progress.

2212 Western Avenue, it's in the warehouse district.

- Send somebody ASAP. - Right away, Detective.

Good deal.

Got an old Beretta right here, huh?

How about that? Safety's off too.

- What the fuck?! - How about that?

Huh. I'm gonna clean this off a little bit right now. Don't move.

All units, there's a 217 in progress at 2212 Western Avenue.

32 responding.

- Let's go, 2-17, come on. - What?

Yeah, 2-17! Let's go!

Where exactly do you intend to go from here, Detective?

Your prints are all over this car,

and there's a bullet from that Beretta in poor Yuri right there.

So I'm the fall guy here?

You're a career thief, you're not a saint.

And, hey, it's nothing personal.

I'm just cleaning up some loose ends for Barren,

including you and your sister. If it's any consolation,

Arkadi's guys are probably gonna kill you.

It's not like they can let the murder of his son go unanswered.

Come on, turn around. Turn around! Come on!

This is gonna look bad, Marcus.

Oh, shit!

Hey!

Hey!

Go check on Dobbs. I'm after Marcus.

- Motherfucker! - Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

- You okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.

Holy shit. That's Yuri Dubkova.

Go. Go!

Fuck!

What the fuck is this place?

Where's my gun? Oh, shit.

Blake, I didn't kill him, man. I was set up.

Yeah, except for the dead body in your car.

I didn't do it, man. It was Dobbs. He's dirty!

Really? Of all the names you can possibly give me

and fucking Dobbs is the one you think I'm gonna believe is dirty?

Blake. Think about it, man. You know him better than anyone else.

What does he have to lose?

The only reason why I'm working for Barren is to protect my sister.

Bullshit.

Blake, you know I'm not a fucking liar.

None of that matters now. On your knees.

I know you're not dumb.

I said on your fucking knees!

What're you gonna do, huh? You gonna kill a cop?

Fuck this.

Just remember how this could've ended if I was a different man.

Finning!

Finning!

Are you okay?

What happened? Where'd he go?

- Dobbs? - He's fine, he took off.

Let's go.

Where's Ray?

- Ray? - I'm back here.

I fucked up.

You know, sometimes I wonder, is what I ask of people too much

or are some people just incapable of doing what I ask?

It got complicated.

Finning showed up before we thought, and...

I fucked up.

I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed.

You're my main guy.

I have Boka working on a contingency.

Go to Arkadi and let him know that Marcus killed Yuri.

Yo, Reyna.

I got her.

Bring him in.

Mr. Dubkova.

- Arkadi Dubkova. - Oh.

Is there a chance that we could speak privately?

What did my son do now?

- May I... - Sit down.

Thank you.

You policemen are all alike.

Same style.

Guy's eating his supper, by himself, the way he wants it,

and you always interrupt him.

I am so sorry, sir...

Your son has been killed.

My son?

Yes, sir.

You sure you got the name right?

Yes, sir.

Sir...

- I want a name. - I can't give you a name.

How much? How much?

- Uh... - How much money?

I didn't come here for the money.

I came here because I wanted to tell you.

I lost my wife two Christmases ago, all right?

She passed before I had a chance to say goodbye.

Cancer took mine.

You-you can't kill cancer.

Really?

And I should give a shit about your wife died from cancer?

You got a name, and that's why I want a name,

and you understand that's why I want a name.

So that's why one more time I'll ask you, how fucking much?

Do you have a pen?

Thank you.

- Thank you. - Yes, sir.

You know why I appreciate this?

Because you didn't have to do it.

And I'm sorry I said what I said about your wife.

But I actually feel you care.

How long before I can see my son?

Well, he'll be moved to the morgue within the hour.

So...

You're done, sir. Thank you.

Thank you for this.

- Thank you, sir. - You're welcome.

Sit down.

One million dollars dead.

Two million dollars alive.

Now, go get it done.

Yes, sir.

Goddamn it!

Come on, Reyna, come on, come on. Pick up.

Pick up.

Come on, Reyna, please. Please, pick up.

Hey, it's Reyna Lombardi. I can't get to phone right now,

but just leave me a message and I'll call you back. Have a good one.

Reyna, it's me, Marcus. Call me as soon as you get this.

Marcus, I was hoping you'd call.

You set me up, you motherfucker.

Well, I just needed to do something,

and I had to get your sister out of the equation.

You know, two birds, one stone.

So I saw you picked up your truck.

You should've come inside,

would've loved to see you.

I mean, you're the one with Yuri's blood on your hands.

When Arkadi finds out, you'll be as good as dead.

One less piece of the puzzle I have to worry about.

- Where's my sister? - She's alive for the moment.

I'll tell you what.

Get me the case, and I'll make sure her she stays that way.

But you got to hurry. Time's running out.

Ray!

Ray! Fuck!

Think, think, think, think, think...

What is this?

Auggy, it's Marcus. Let me in.

Come on, it's me, man. I know you're in there.

I know! I got silent triggers and hidden cameras everywhere.

- I'm a genius, remember? - Stop fucking around, man. Let me in.

What did I tell you if shit went sideways? I said you and I never met.

Auggy, I'm gonna break your fucking door down if you don't let me in right now!

You will do no such thing. Go away, Marcus.

Okay.

Holy shit! You broke my fucking door down!

I told you I was gonna break your door down!

Well, I hope you brought new door money.

I'm sorry, man.

Listen, I just really need your help.

- Please. - Fine. I'll help you.

- Thanks, man. - Just don't break any more of my shit. Please.

I'm sorry, man.

- I'm really sorry, man. - You're like a bull in a china shop.

What's up?

Ray set me up, man, that motherfucker.

He framed me for the murder of Arkadi's son and took Reyna.

Shit. I figured something was up.

Arkadi put a massive bounty on your head. It's all over the wire.

- What? - How much you think you're worth?

- How much? - A million dead, two million alive.

- I almost took the job. - Thanks.

Dude, you are in some massive shit right now.

The hit's been out for less than an hour and guess who's lobbying for your head.

- Who? - Ballista Grey.

I heard she once decapitated a guy

for stealing candy from a baby.

Hello, sister.

Get on your knees.

No, she didn't.

Oh, yes.

She is beautiful and deadly.

Oh, and don't forget Walt and Rudy Pachinko.

You could say Walt is the brains, while Rudy is definitely the brawn.

They'll do anything for the buck.

They're not the best, but they get the job done.

This is gonna be a big payday for us.

Like shooting fish in a barrel.

I really like fish.

I know you like fish, Rudy. You're a Pisces.

You take the three on the right, I'll take the two on the left.

- Grenade? - I don't even wanna know where you kept that.

They'd, like, shoot your grandma on the cheap.

- Yeah. - Jesus.

Go. Ears.

- Grenade? - Huh?

And topping off the list, a hitman that goes by the name of Phoenix.

Ooh, he looks like a tough son of a bitch.

I mean, you gotta be with a name like Phoenix, right?

Dude, this guy is like the real life Jason Bourne.

He's the guy all those hitman movies are based on.

This guy can kill you with a gun, a knife, a brick,

a bat with a rusty nail sticking out of it, anything really.

- One. - Hello, boys.

I mean, with a list like this after you, I'd start writing my eulogy now.

Yeah? And who would show up?

Ouch. I would come, Marcus,

if it didn't implicate me in a major crime and mob cover-up.

Besides, man, I can't leave. They have Reyna.

That's true. Look on the bright side, man, no one knows you're here.

Take a nice nap before you engage in super murder kill hour.

Auggy, I didn't come here to take a nap. I need you to help me find her.

Take it easy, I'm not Houdini.

Okay? I don't have a magic wand that can just "poof" people into rooms.

Auggy, you're the closest thing I have to a friend, man.

Are you just gonna sit here and do nothing?

I need you to help me find her, please.

I mean, I guess as your best friend,

I might be able to find her location.

If I can track the last cell phone tower she pinged.

Wait a second. I might be able to do the same thing with Ray's phone.

- Yeah. - And that will help find her?

I mean, it's something, man. You'll still have to get clues

and break her out of whatever prison she's in, but...

- Oh, that I can do. That's... - That's right.

- Extractor man to the rescue. - Yeah.

- Marcus. - I know, I know. I don't know you if shit hits the fan.

I was gonna say be careful, man.

Thanks, man. Listen, I'm gonna run

to Doc's real quick.

I have an idea that can speed this up.

- Cool. - Yeah.

And, uh, I'll call you if I get any more info on your sister.

- And that's a big if. - Thanks, man.

- Just... careful. - Yeah, yeah, I got it. I got it.

Yeah. Don't forget my door money!

Help me! Help me!

Somebody help me! I'm in here!

Okay, okay.

Doc.

Doc!

Doc!

Doc.

Oh, shit.

Doc.

Oh, my God. Doc.

Ow! What the fuck, man?!

You fucked up my dream! Shit!

What do ya need? Want some fried bologna?

No, I don't want any fried bologna, Doc.

Oh, my... mm.

Listen, you still have this place rigged up?

What do I look like, Chubsy Ubsy?

Who the... Never mind.

Hey, man, I got myself in a bit of a situation, and I really need your help.

Yeah, okay.

Yeah? Just like that? You're in?

Yeah! I'm in the minute you walked in, kid.

I just gotta make a phone call then.

Do what you gotta do.

The fuck don't know who Chubsy Ubsy is?

It's the fucking Little Rascals.

Oh.

Amber City Police Department, this is Officer Locke. How may I help you?

- Detective Finning. - Hold on one second, please.

Finning.

- It's Marcus. - What do you want, Marcus?

Listen, I have something that Ray wants.

Now, I don't have time to fuck around.

I could sit here all day and tell you that I was set up,

but you would never believe me.

- Ray took my sister. - What do you mean he took her?

Oh, don't act like you give a shit about her all of a sudden.

Oh, that's bullshit, Marcus, and you know it.

Then prove it. Meet me tomorrow morning

at 8:30 at the junkyard off the old highway.

All I'm asking is that you hear me out.

Whether you choose to believe me or not,

I'm yours to take in.

Okay, Marcus.

I'll be there at 8:30.

But you fuck with me, I'm out.

Evening, Dobbs.

Hey. Was just coming to get you.

- What's up? - Go get Walsh, Locke and Burke.

Bring them in here, I gotta talk to them, but keep it on the low.

Please.

- Uh... - What?

Burke.

Locke, we need you. Where's Walsh?

Donuts.

Hey! Walsh!

- Hey. - Come on.

Oh, okay.

Hey, donuts.

What about "on the low" did you not understand?

What're you doing?

It's donuts. Sorry.

You okay? Okay, good.

Now, I got a strange call from Marcus Lombardi.

The guy who killed the Russian's kid?

Yeah. He wants me to meet him at the junkyard at Old Town Road.

What for? You're not gonna cooperate with this thug, are you?

Deal with a thug? He's the number one suspect.

Yeah, we're gonna deal with the thug, that's what we do, we're cops.

I want to see what kind of intel we can get out of him.

- Does the captain know? - No.

And I don't want him to, okay?

We have no idea who's on Barren's payroll.

Are you sure about this, Blake?

I... I just know that Marcus isn't a liar.

- When's the meeting? - 8:30 am.

- You guys good? - Yeah.

On the low.

Enjoy your donut.

I'm in private.

You passed that information on to our people?

- No, sir, I didn't. - Why?

I wanted to run it by you first, sir.

Well, did you think that was what your job is?

- Tell them right away? - Yes, sir, it is.

Why don't you go get it done?

- Now. - Yes, sir.

Why?

Doc, you got me?

Yeah, kid.

You got cops coming in from the east.

You got sensors going off in the north

And you got maybe one of your assassin friends roaring in from the south.

A mean looking one. She just took out two of my cameras with knives.

Whatever you're gonna do, kid, make it fast.

Make sure you get them to the middle of the yard.

This way, ya got the upper hand. Capiche?

Copy that, Doc. I'll do my best.

All right. Chop, chop. Let's go. I ain't got all day.

- About fucking time. - What're you gonna do?

I'm not saying shit in front of him.

It's all right, I'll wait right here.

Ray is obsessed with this case I got for him.

I don't know what's inside it, and to be honest with you, I couldn't give a fuck less.

The only thing I care about is to use the case as leverage to get my sister back.

We'll do the best job we can.

- How do I know that? - You don't.

But we're your last option.

Fine.

Cuff it to your wrist. I'm serious.

Cuff it to your fucking wrist. It does not leave your hands until you get to the station.

- Do I have to do this, Detective? - Locke...

Burke, you and Locke take Dobbs back to the station.

Walsh and I will follow.

No stops.

All right.

Meet us down by the small road by the junkyard.

All right.

- Where's Finning and Walsh? - They're behind us.

Ah. That's what we came for, yeah?

- Yeah. - This is a huge waste of time, if you ask me.

The guy's a criminal, simple as that.

Yeah.

Come on. Get in the car. I'll drive.

Yeah. The sooner we get this off, the better, right?

Yeah, come on.

Cuff him.

- Finning! - Ah!

I got you dead to rights.

I'm here for Marcus Lombardi. No one else needs to die.

Tell that cop to drop his gun, slide it in my direction.

Walsh, put it down.

I don't have time for this.

Walsh, don't be fucking stupid!

Put it down to help Finning.

I got this!

All right, hang on, hang on.

- Get this thing off me! - Here we go!

Oh, yeah, baby.

Showtime.

Move forward.

You're worth more to me alive, Marcus.

I know.

Ready?

Ah! I gotta get leverage!

- I got it, I got it. - Hurry up!

Watch your foot.

All right.

Come on!

Whoa! What the fuck?!

Ah!

We're wasting time here, Marcus.

I can break both your knee caps and carry you out of here.

I'll still collect the two million.

Ahh!

Anything else to say?

I stole your knife.

So you're supposed to be the best, huh?

I'm a little disappointed.

Fucked him up.

Didn't need this baby after all.

Ah! Don't!

What the fuck was that?

I don't like this.

You two stay here.

Fuck

Ray wanted to keep a card up his sleeve,

just in case you couldn't come through.

Well, I appreciate the assistance.

I really do, but I got this.

Ah!

Fuck, Dobbs!

This whole mess is your fault because you couldn't

keep Finning at bay.

You got sloppy, Dobbs.

You got too soft.

Once Finning gave us the case,

there was really no need for you.

It's just business, Dobbs.

But it's also a little personal.

I hope the money is worth it.

Finning's a wrecking ball.

He won't stop till he gets what he wants.

He'll have his hands full.

Boka, let's go.

You know, it's funny...

how some things just... work out.

Have fun dying, Dobbs.

- You okay? - Yeah.

I gotta call Dobbs.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...

He's not picking up.

Try Burke.

Here.

Fuck.

Come on, Burke.

This is Ellen Burke. Leave me a message.

What the fuck was that?

An assassin. Arkadi put a bounty on my head.

- Oh, 'cause of Yuri? - Is he dead?

Very.

How many more?

I don't know, two, possibly three.

Grab this fucking guy. We gotta get to the station.

Goddamn it!

Bingo.

Whoa! Hey, hey, hey!

Whoa. Things just got a little more interesting.

I haven't had a blade this close since '82, sweetheart.

And she bought me dinner first. Take it easy.

Phoenix?

Yeah. He's dead.

So, what're you gonna do? Huh? What're you gonna do?

You gonna use this thing or what?

I'm not gonna kill you, old man.

- Hey. - But I am gonna use you.

I'm not that old.

All right, all right. Take it easy.

- Officer Burke. - Barren.

I see you have my case.

You got the payment?

Don't I always?

Next time you need another inside guy, can you make sure he doesn't develop a conscience?

I don't like having to clean up in-house messes.

But you do it so well.

- Right now, I'm all you've got. - Hm.

So you should remember that.

Good luck opening it, didn't come with a key.

You know, the Russians are so cheap when it comes to the small details.

The keys from the other case.

If this doesn't work,

a well-placed bullet should do the trick.

You gotta love the Russians.

It's always a pleasure doing business with you, Barren.

No, no, no, no, no.

The pleasure is all mine.

Trust me. It's all there.

You can never be too sure.

- You can't kill a cop. - No? Just watch me.

All this chaos for two small pieces of silver.

Money can make people do strange things.

Just like the rug, I bought it just for you.

Just get it over with!

People are so easy.

You just have to know what buttons to push.

Yours was greed.

Your price was too high.

And you think too much of yourself.

Now you're gonna realize what you're really worth.

Boka.

Clean up this mess.

And, uh, Marcus' sister, take care of her.

Got it.

Hey!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Doc, are you okay?

Am I okay? I haven't been this excited since '95.

Let me guess, another one of your fucking friends?

Hey, what are you doing?

Just trust me.

No one else is dying because of me.

Let him go, and I'll go with you.

You don't look like much,

but you handled Phoenix pretty fast.

He always did get the best hits.

Well, this is awkward.

Can I go? 'Cause I got business to attend at the trailer.

You two should come with me because things are about to get crazy.

- We're good here. - Just go with him.

I've never had cops in my trailer.

This should be interesting.

So how do you want to play this?

It's your call.

But one way or another, I'm taking you in.

You have the wrong guy.

The money's telling me I've got the right guy.

Doc! Doc!

Yeah, yeah, we're here, we're here. Hold your horses. All right.

Fuck!

Well, it looks like we're a little late for the party, brother.

You know, I fancy myself a reasonable individual.

So as a professional courtesy,

I'm gonna give you one chance to hand him over to us.

Before I let my brother here squish your head like a grape.

Sorry, boys, he's mine.

I was hoping you were gonna say that.

Now, do me a favor and go step on that tomato.

Did you know the tomato is a fruit, Walt?

I know tomatoes are fruit, Rudy! I know!

Now, she's the tomato, go stomp on that tomato.

Oh!

Whoo! Whoo!

Doc, now's a good time for that show.

- Anytime, Doc. Anytime now! - Yeah, yea, yeah, yeah.

This better work.

You know I love the thrill of the hunt,

but are you really gonna make me chase you, Marcus?

Whoo!

- Anytime now, Doc. - It's about time to show off your talents, Betsy-girl.

Here we go. Stay behind a car because it's gonna get loud.

Wait. That's your plan? To blow everybody up?

Hey, hey. Yes, Detective. Come on.

Shit!

Son of a bitch!

This shit ain't working.

What do you mean it's not working?

I don't know. It's been sitting too long.

Man, I got a trip wire in the car pit

with a bunch of explosives.

Lead them there and then get the fuck out of there, quickly.

- You hear what I'm saying? - Copy that, Doc.

- How's the bologna? - Oh, it's very good. Thank you.

You know... I could just kill you.

A million bucks is a lot of pizza bucks for Rudy.

Shit!

Walt? Walt!

Brother! Are you okay?

I'm fine!

Did you squash the tomato?

I lost the tomato. She rolled away.

Get your ass over here, he's getting away!

Brother, are you okay?

That way!

Oh, shit!

- You're not taking me in. - Watch me.

Come on, Walt. Come on, Walt.

Come on, Walt.

- Walter? - Rudolph.

Fuck!

Ah!

Nothing personal.

Oh!

Look who it is!

You're not dead, kid!

Yeah. Thanks, Doc.

- What do we do with her? - I'll take care of her.

- Oh? - Yeah, don't worry. I'll hold the fort.

You guys finish whatever convoluted adventure you were on. Go on.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

Wait, wait. What about my car?

Take his car.

- Okay. - Let's go.

- Good luck, kid. - Thanks, Doc.

All right. Good job.

Just me and you, darling.

Where the fuck is the case?

Locke is dead, the case is gone.

What the fuck happened?

Blake, I'm part of this.

I-I bugged Ray.

Burke is part of it too. She has the case.

Blake, I don't have time for this shit, my sister's in danger! I got to go!

Shut the fuck up. I've had enough.

You want to shoot me? Fucking shoot me, Blake!

Do it!

The tapes are behind Annie's plate at the mausoleum.

Your sister... Rey...

Balboa...

Get the fuck out of my way!

I'm sorry.

Call it in.

This is Detective Walsh. I have two officers down,

Locke and Dobbs.

About a quarter mile west of I-42...

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Shit won't come out.

It went back in. Jesus. Gotta relax.

Here we go! Now we gotta open the fucking window.

Ooh! Smells like gasoline in here.

Gotcha.

What the fuck, Houdini?

It's all right.

He's all right.

He'll be all right.

Five minutes till Bachelor in Paradise.

Oh, baby.

Gotcha.

Thanks, Annie.

Dobbs, throw Yuri in the trunk of the car and get Marcus.

Once Marcus gives you the case,

we'll kill Yuri and frame Marcus for it.

That motherfucker.

Hey, what's up, man?

You been sitting there too long, man, you can't stay there.

No, no, listen, I'm sorry. Can you just tell me

- where Sarkisian Street is? - I don't care, man.

You got to move your car, you can't stay there.

Oh, come on, man, can you just tell me

- where Sarkisian Street is? - It's probably over there!

- But you cannot leave... Ah! - There?

Ahh!

Ah!

How many are there?

- Ah! - How many?

It's just me, man. It's just me.

Take me to my sister.

You want to fuck with my family? Huh?

Motherfucker. I'm gonna kill all of you.

Couldn't make this easy, could you?

Where's Reyna?

You... you shot me.

Bobby, where the fuck is my sister?

- I'll show you. - Yeah, you will.

- Stay away from me! - Reyna!

- You okay? - Yeah.

- Put your shoe on. - Okay.

Bobby?

Here, get behind me.

Grab this! Grab this! Run back to my place! Go!

He went this way. Let's go!

Come on, come on, come on!

Fuck!

Oh, I'm gonna enjoy this.

Ah!

You look like you've been busy.

- Doc? - He's alive.

You want to take me in, but that's not gonna happen.

Do you really want to die today?

Don't you have something more to live for?

We can do this your way if you want, but just remember,

it hasn't worked out great for the others, or we can do it my way.

I'm listening.

I have to go in to Arkadi's alone.

That is the only way I can clear my name. Now, listen to me.

I promise you, I will get you your money.

You have a week.

If I don't have that money by then,

I will find you and we can finish this my way.

Deal.

Detective Finning.

To what do I owe this honor?

We need to talk.

You look like you're living in a dumpster.

Can I offer you something to drink?

I've got some really good whiskey.

Macallan, single malt.

Got a new rug, Ray?

Yep, the other got soiled.

I had to get rid of it.

How's it feel?

How's what feel?

Knowing this could be your last free breath.

The wisdom of uncertainty.

In there lies the truth.

Hey, listen, Finning.

Before you start with all your accusations,

let me give you a tour.

You know, I'm sure you're-you're dying to look around.

Nothing but some-some gaming tables and the smell of dancing ladies.

Hm? It's all legal.

I've got permits.

Come on. Come on.

The funny thing is... I really like you, Blake.

Do you mind me calling you Blake?

I like you because you're simple.

Like how I offered to give you a tour,

and at the same time managed to walk you right through to the exit.

Well, thanks for stopping by, Detective.

I enjoyed every moment of it.

By the way...

I'm sorry about your partner.

There's one more thing, Ray.

Scout's honor?

Remember that case you caught?

Turns out you violated all sorts of laws,

including framing an innocent man,

and multiple... multiple cases of murder.

Sounds like a conspiracy theory to me.

You're a great manipulator, Ray.

You get those people that are desperate,

or you threaten their families.

You know, then you have them do your bidding.

Then you just fucking toss them aside.

The problem with that way of thinking, Ray,

is that eventually one of them

is smart enough to realize what the end game is.

So they start doing things like bugging your office.

Gathering evidence when you're not around.

You know, like a... like an insurance policy.

And then when they're laying on their death bed

from the bullet that you put in them,

and they ask you to lean in

so they can tell you all their dirty little secrets...

The bullet you in my partner...

- sealed your fate. - Hm.

Ray Barren, you are under arrest for corruption, fraud, and murder.

You have the right to remain silent.

This ain't over.

Oh, Reyna! Thank God.

- Are you okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.

- Oh, my God. Is it over? - It is for you.

- What? - Listen to me, listen to me.

I just got to do one more thing and we'll be safe. Reyna.

- I promise you. Okay? - Okay.

- I love you so much. - I love you too.

- Okay. - Hey. Just do me a favor.

Don't open the door for anyone. Okay?

- Okay. - Be careful.

Thank you, sir.

Oh...

Oof. What happened to your nose?

You don't want to know.

So you're my son's killer.

No, sir.

You remind me of a story.

Have you ever heard the story of Vasilli the Unfortunate?

Enlighten me.

Vasilli was the seventh of eight

of a very poor farmer out in the country.

And the king of all that area

decided to give all of his riches to the farmer.

And the king decided

that he wanted to be the guardian of Vasilli.

So after the king had given all of his riches to the poor farmer,

he didn't think he made the right decision.

And he was unhappy about it.

So he took Vasilli to the edge of the cliff

overlooking the big harbor... and pushed him off.

But this is the luckiest prick you ever knew.

Because he fell in a fishermen's boat.

The fisherman's name was Marco.

And all Marco did was he kept trying to kill Vasilli

again and again and again.

And he couldn't do it.

And the sickest thing about it is...

the son of a bitch kept coming back again and again

because he didn't know what else to do.

Now what can I do for you, my Vasilli?

Sir, I didn't kill your son.

And why should I believe a man

that I've paid a good deal of money to have killed?

At the end of Vasilli's story,

he uncovers an oak tree and discovers riches.

Dobbs,

throw Yuri in the trunk of the car and get Marcus.

Once Marcus gives you the case,

we'll kill Yuri and frame Marcus for it.

Your son was working with Barren.

He wanted to cut you out to prove to you that he can be his own man.

Unfortunately for Yuri,

Barren doesn't play well with others.

Ray is incarcerated, but, um...

that shouldn't be a problem for you.

And what might a person have to pay

for that information?

I want my name cleared...

and my bounty.

I've brought you Marcus Lombardi alive.

Sure.

Do we have a deal?

Barney. Bag.

How does it look to you?

Like a new beginning.

A deal's a deal.

Don't go poetic on me.

I gave a guy with a limp a gazillion dollars.

Am I an asshole or what?

- Hey! Oh! - Hi.

- I'm so sorry we're late. - It's okay. She sleeping?

Yeah, she slept the whole way here.

I mean, traffic was just terrible.

Don't even worry about it.

I've got all the time in the world.

Look at this. Sonny boy knows what he's doing, right?

Right?

You know what I mean, Lumpy?

That's why you help your friends out.

I don't fuck around.

Look at this shit.

- We got it. Home free. - Thank you so much. Have a nice day.

Hello, welcome to Crossroads Cafe. How can I help you?

I got it, I...

- What? - What?

That's how you're gonna talk to your brother?

What do you want?

- How 'bout that free food? - No.

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