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Previously on One Dollar...

It was a guy in a...

in a dark hoodie, and...

Where were you? Near the mill?

No.

Where were you, then?

Look, you can probably imagine

what case I'm working.

- What is this? - You came to the ER the other night.

I just wanted to drop by,

make sure you really hurt your head

riding your four-wheeler at 3:00 in the morning.

Walmart.

You know who Travis Wilcox is?

He came by,

four different occasions,

and bought shovels off me.

That's the guy.

Are you here about the babysitting flyer?

Come on in.

I guess the most important question...

are-are you free tomorrow night?

Do you have a schoolteacher discount?

I gotta make a profit,

no matter how big my heart is.

It's a terrible burden,

having a heart that big.

Seven.

Hey, there's Ms. Carol.

Go get her. Go get her.

Ms. Carol. Ms. Carol!

Good morning, Markell. Come here.

Ooh, what's this?

- Oh, be careful. - Whoa, whoa.

- It's a globe. - Markell.

Markell.

What did I tell you about asking first?

Can I touch it, please?

It's not for touching unless our hands are clean.

- They are. - They are?

I washed them after breakfast. Good.

- I always do. - Look.

Listen to Ms. Carol, okay? Be good today.

- Bye, Daddy. - Bye, Dante.

Can we paint today, Ms. Carol?

Well, I was going to share the globe with the class...

If we're good? Please?

I want to paint you another picture.

Remember the tree I painted for you?

I certainly do. It was a beautiful tree.

There's the warning bell, though, so we better hurry.

I'm excited for school today, especially if we paint.

We'll see.

We'll see, which means maybe.

- We'll see! - We'll see, okay.

And we are calming down.

We are calming down.

Yeah, well see!

- Hey. - Hey.

- Want to... - Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I know how Pete works.

He's gotta cross the routine stuff off

one by fucking...

- Excuse me. - It's cool.

The chief is very, very methodical.

He don't make leaps, but sometimes,

ironically, being too careful, he misses opportunities.

That was your conflict?

Conflict?

We didn't have a conflict. We had arguments.

Most days, we cleared the office.

Folks ran like the building was on fire.

Hmm. So that's why you quit.

Nah. I liked talking to him.

What the hell?

Huh, when did this happen?

You haven't seen this?

Kind of cool. It's just a pop-up.

My mama used to get her hair done here. Hmm.

So, you got any leads?

I mean, other than Pete sat on his hands,

hoping someone's blood lights up on the FBI database.

Mr. Noveer, it was nice of you to call me.

I appreciate your wanting to, whatever, mentor me.

I sure know what it's like being

the one black cop in the department.

But I can't tell you details of the investigation.

Cool. Let's take in some culture.

So, come on, clues out of the bag.

What was the one detail?

Part of the shipment was cancelled at the last minute.

Mr. Carl said the specs were off.

- Okay. - Don't they check the specs

way earlier than the last minute,

like, before it's packed?

Smart. You tell that to Trask?

Didn't think it was my place.

Hey, Toni.

Look.

A young black cop can't wait, can't do the routine.

You gotta show initiative.

I can't search the mill by myself.

No, but here's the bind you're in.

If you just do the routine, they'll say you're lazy.

And if you grab your chances and show initiative,

you'll piss some of them off.

But if you impress Pete, he's fair.

He'll reward you.

If that's true, why'd you quit?

That wasn't really Pete's fault or mine.

Whose was it?

History's.

Look, gotta go.

Will this, uh, cover everything?

- That'll do it. - All right, well, night or day,

you text me if you hear anything.

Mr. Furlbee, I have the...

Don't worry about me, young man.

I'm just leaving.

You play Monopoly as a kid?

Oh. No, no,

these are supposed to be glued down, right?

Uh...

Now, see, the orange is all me.

Mm.

You got 'em surrounded.

Yeah.

I don't know which way this goes.

This front or the back?

Um, sorry.

- I didn't mean to interrupt. - Uh, no, no problem.

- Is he a client, or... - He's just someone I got some

private, uh, business with.

- That the bank paperwork? - Yes.

I'm sure you took a look at what the loan extension is for?

- All of this? - Well,

with everything that's going on right now,

we have to be a little aggressive.

I mean, look at everything that's not orange.

You ready to watch?

- Yes. - You ready to listen?

- Yes. - You ready to think?

Yes.

What does this say?

- Box. - Box!

"B" is for box. Who's got a "B"?

- Ooh! Ooh! - Do you have a box? Good.

- Box? Box? - Ooh, I do!

- I-I have box. - Box?

Read, look at it carefully.

See how that loops?

The E doesn't loop like that. Okay?

Next.

"K." What is it for?

- For karate... - Karate!

I don't do karate. I do kung fu!

You can do kung fu

at recess, okay?

For now, we're gonna sit down.

Markell, I like it when you sit.

- I like it when you sit. - If we do a good job,

can we have extra recess?

You're doing a good job, and so, yes,

we can have extra recess.

I don't want extra recess.

I wanna paint.

Who else has got "K" for Kara...

Markell, I like it when you sit down.

Markell, what did I say about touching the supplies?

Look, Ms. Carol,

- I'm putting it back. - Good.

Does that mean we can paint later?

If I live that long.

Come here. Come here.

Take my hand, take my hand, take my hand.

Take my hand.

Sit down, okay? Sit down quietly.

Gently? Okay, good, go.

Markell, what did we say?

Quietly and gently.

Sit! Very good.

Now I'm happy.

"Y" is for...

- Yoga. - Yoga!

So, Toni, what did you find out?

- Who the hell is Travis Wilcox? - Age 38.

Lives alone, owns a used car lot on Highway 42.

Are you talking about the guy that Walmart was talking about?

The one who bought all the shovels?

Yeah, that's right, I talked to a salesman at his car lot.

He said Travis hasn't called in or shown up since Seven Bloods.

Huh. Has anybody else, uh, reported him missing?

- No. - Aw, he's not missing, Chief.

He's just exhausted from digging a seven-person grave.

Wilcox is a member of American Forefront.

They're a white supremacist group.

Ah, okay, so that's why you give a shit.

- That's not why... - Oh, don't...

Don't get yourself all like,.

You're right, they're nutjobs.

I know him, Chief.

He is a nut. Came in a year ago,

saying there were Mexicans living

in the woods behind his house.

And if we didn't take care of them,

he was gonna go "hunting wetbacks."

- Hmm. - I checked gun stores in Braden

and Riverside, he's bought 22 different assault weapons.

Seven .45's, four tactical shotguns...

Here's the full printout, Chief.

Come to think of it, he had this crazy theory

that Carl Steel was using illegals

to work secret shifts at night.

You know, taking jobs away from Americans.

If the Seven Bloods victims were undocumented, sir...

well, no one would report them missing,

and they wouldn't show up on the FBI's DNA database.

Okay. So you're not totally worthless.

Good work.

Let's go check this out.

You're not actually gonna go, are you?

I don't know, I figured I could learn more about him

by working for him.

Yeah, that's a really great idea.

Go work for the guy who might've killed seven peeps,

and if he kills you, then hey, you'll know he's a killer.

How did he not recognize you?

I don't know. I figured he would.

But it was dark, and it all happened so fast.

You've never babysat before.

Yeah, how hard can it be?

You think he's cute.

That's what this is about.

Hello?

Yeah, yeah...

Okay. Yeah.

Uh, I'll see you then.

You look totally freaked out.

Who was that?

Uh, you know the private investigator from yesterday?

That was him.

The research is pretty clear, though.

Some physical activity throughout the day...

But it gets complicated in overpopulated schools.

Well, sure, but we don't have that problem here.

You okay, Carol?

Mm, absolutely. I'm just a little tired.

Out dancing too many nights in a row?

That's it.

Well, we could sit. You want to sit?

All this talk about physical activity...

You girls keep talking.

I think I'll step outside and clear my head.

You really okay, Carol?

Yeah, I'm fine.

How's your class?

Fine. They're fine.

That... I've got a little boy who may have

the worst case of ADHD I've ever seen, but...

20 years from now, he'll invent something

that changes the way life is lived.

Yeah. Of course. You're right.

Doesn't make it easy, though.

Do you remember what you told me last September?

What was that?

Well, when I had those twins,

you said, step one: be exasperated.

Step two: get over it.

I better hurry.

Hey...

Are we meeting?

- Uh, I don't... - No, no.

No, this is... way too public.

But actually, do you have about ten minutes?

- Because I... - I kind of got a...

Right. Yeah, no. This is too risky.

I'm gonna call you. Diner?

- Sounds good. - Great.

All right.

Ah.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

- No worries. - I appreciate you taking the time.

I used to be a cop.

We always like to talk face-to-face.

I wanted to talk cause...

after I saw you at Mr. Bennett's last night,

I found out he hasn't used his four-wheeler in weeks.

Ty told you that?

So I got to thinking...

if he wasn't telling the truth,

maybe you weren't either.

No chance you and Ty were together when he got banged up?

What? While we were in the middle of killing seven people?

No, huh?

Would've started small. Three at most.

Smart. Cause less of a scene that way.

Yeah, you get it.

Well, even if you weren't killing seven people...

why were you at Ty's?

We're friends.

That through your dad?

You sure you weren't together when he got hurt?

- Friend of mine at the emergency... - Okay. Yeah.

We were together.

And I'm sorry we lied about it, but it...

You know.

He works for my dad.

And he got hurt how?

We had a miscommunication.

Sometimes known as a fistfight.

I saw Mr. Bennett's face

and I'm looking at your knuckles.

They didn't give him that shiner.

We watched a movie and then, um...

We snuck into the country club.

After hours.

Go on.

It got romantic.

But there were missed signals and he thought that,

I wanted something that I... didn't.

And I, I...

I-I sort of tripped him.

Accidentally, I didn't mean to,

but he still hit his face on the table.

Ouch.

Yeah, you saw it.

Hmm. I meant the missed signals.

We realized it was just one big misunderstanding.

And you guys wouldn't tell me this because...?

Because you're a stranger that showed up at our door.

Yeah.

All right, that's a fair point.

But look...

- Miss Furlbee? - Mm-hmm.

You ever feel threatened on a date again,

you give me a call, okay?

Where's the blue?

If you have a question, Markell,

please come and ask me quietly, okay?

I don't have any blue.

We have to share the colors we're short on.

Hey.

Jenna has blue, maybe you can use it when she's done.

Go ask her nicely and say "please."

- Okay. - Okay?

I need the blue.

When I'm done.

I need it! I'll give it back.

Markell.

No! Wait your turn.

Markell? Guys, guys, guys, guys. Let go.

- Markell. - I'll give it back!

- Let go, let go. - I'll give it back.

Just let it go...

Markell!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, honey.

Oh...

I'm sorry.

Hey, can I ask you something?

Uh-oh.

Whenever a woman asks

if she can ask you something, look out.

I'm kidding, go ahead.

What really happened between Jake Noveer and the chief?

Oh, that. Well...

Jake was kind of his guy.

To be honest, they were more like best b...

You know Jake got promoted to detective

after only two years on the job?

- Two years? - Yeah, and he joined

five years after me.

Now, not for nothing,

but this whole affirmative stuff, not to insult ya...

It ain't always really fair to the rest of us.

So what happened?

Well, about a year ago, there was a case.

Little girl went missing. She happened to be black.

We busted our asses, five months, nothing.

But that wasn't good enough for Mr. Noveer.

So he played the card.

The card.

How did he play the card?

What do you mean, how?

He called the chief a racist fuck and he quit.

Lets cross this dead end off the list.

Whoa. Hold up.

- Get that bitch off my lawn! - Gun!

- Take cover. - Down!

Requesting backup, 904 Birch Drive.

- Suspect is armed... - Braden Police!

- Put your weapon down on the ground! - It's the Braden Police!

Come out of the house with your hands on your head!

Confirm that your weapon is down!

Shoot, where'd they go?

I think we're clear.

I think they're on the move. Go, go, go.

- Door? - It's open.

We're going in.

Uh, Rook, you take the right side to the backyard,

Martin, you stay here in case they get past us. You got it?

Yep.

Go.

Braden Police!

We're coming in!

Travis, this is Chief Trask.

We just need to talk to you.

Travis, we just need to talk to you.

Put your gun down,

tell us where you are.

Dens clear.

Nobody.

Kitchens clear.

Nobody came out front.

The, uh... the backyards clear?

Shit, I came in a side door.

Oh, shit.

Wilcox and an unidentified female.

They're on foot heading east through the woods.

Repeat, on foot, heading east through the woods.

Fuck.

Backyard is in the back.

Get it?

I'm sorry.

Barn.

I'm sorry, Chief.

Listen to me next time.

Affirmative fucking action.

Hi, hon.

How was your day?

Okay.

- Yours? - Exhausting.

Mine, anyway.

This one had the day off, went fishing.

Oh, you must've needed it.

How's the investigation going?

I heard they were taking a look at some nutjob.

Probably come up empty by now, you know what I mean?

Yeah.

Little boys room calling, you ladies don't mind.

- What is it? - Oh, nothing.

Chardonnay time? Mm...

Really, Janet, I'm just, um, I'm tired.

I'm just...

What?

I'm okay.

Dannie?

Yeah?

Are you going out again?

Don't go all Mom on me, Dad.

Are you in tonight?

I had a plan, but no.

Definitely in tonight.

Then you guys should watch a movie or something.

You'll be empty nesters soon.

Guess it's time to rekindle the romance, right?

Okay.

Yeah, so there's bacon and eggs

you can cook up for dinner.

Uh... she had, like, a late lunch,

so, uh, just wait a while.

Her juice is in the fridge.

She's gonna want to use, like, a regular glass,

but make her use a sippy cup.

It's in the drainboard.

Oh, sippy cup. Yeah, got it.

Yeah, uh, bed by 8:30.

Uh, if... I've been, like,

trying to potty train her, but, uh,

she's still, like, wearing diapers at night.

The-the package is in her room.

Sorry, wh-where is it?

- Uh, in her room. - Oh.

- Got it. - Yeah. Oh,

and I-I forgot we ran out of wipes,

but there's like a-a stack, uh, of washcloths

with, like, little mice on them.

You can just use them for whatever.

- Okay. - Uh...

has to have her quilt to sleep.

- That one? - That one.

Oh, this one.

Oh, and of-of course,

you got to brush her teeth for her.

Um, yeah, just-just, like, have her lie on the floor.

Hey, bye-bye.

- Bye, bye, bye... - Bye.

- Bye-bye. - Okay.

- Bye. - Yeah, um...

Okay, uh...

So I-I'll see you guys later.

Yeah, see you soon.

Did you knock them over?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

You're a great teacher.

Everybody has a bad day now and then.

You were provoked.

I hit him.

I hit a child with learning issues.

Of all my kids this summer,

Markell is the one who most needs me to be patient.

Markell?

Is he African-American?

Yeah.

Just placing the name.

Look, I'm sure he's gonna be fine.

And you are just plain tired, hon.

Usually, you'd have a break, but this summer...

- You needed the OT. - That's true.

Kids dad work in the mill?

Yeah, he does.

Maybe all the stress in that is trickling down.

Notice how he doesn't ask

if the kids mom works down at the mill?

Your daughter'd give you hell for that.

No, there's nothing wrong with Markell.

He's just hyperactive.

- I lost it. - Any dinner on the horizon?

I could be lying in a pool of blood,

and he'd want to know what's for dinner.

Pool of blood.

Thanks a lot.

Stop skulking.

Whatever you say, Chief.

Janet, this boy is so sweet.

He truly loves me.

He brought me this plastic truck.

He said it was his favorite toy, but he wanted me to have it.

What?

When I was starting out,

there was this monster, Mrs. Blankenship,

who spanked her kids regularly.

And I remember, I went to the principal two or three times

saying she should be fired.

Carol, there's no comparison.

We all have bad days.

If I had a bad day, imagine what it was like for him.

Carol, stop.

Honey, really.

You're a good friend.

Go. Eat with your husband.

I-I-I think I just have to sit with this.

I called in State.

We threw a huge net around the woods.

A fucking mosquito couldn't get through.

Yeah.

Well, how about, uh, stolen cars?

Any reports?

All right. Thanks.

Let's, uh, do a dummy check, see if we missed anything.

I already looked in there, girly.

- What? - Shh.

Wilcox, you are surrounded!

Open the door slowly, throw out your weapons.

Breach.

Tunnel.

Clear.

Tunnels clear.

Holy shit, a fucking tunnel.

We got to see where this thing goes.

What?

Uh...

I oil the pan, right?

- Yeah. - Okay.

Thank you.

Uh...

Oops.

Got that.

Oh.

You're testing me.

What about some, um, bread?

Where's, uh, where's Daddy keep the bread, Carrie?

What?

What is it, honey?

Oh, oh, oh, what is it, baby?

Oh, honey. Oh, gosh.

Oh, what is it?

Oh. Oh, honey, did you wet your pants?

Shh. That's okay, baby, come on.

Let's-lets get you in some dry ones, okay?

It's okay.

Let's do that.

Let's clean you up.

It's okay.

What is wrong with me?

Fuck!

Oh, man.

Oh, shit.

Hey, see you, man.

Oh, see you, man.

- Hey. - Hey.

Uh... how was work?

It was work.

Yeah.

What happened?

Everything's totally fine.

Carrie went to bed, no problem.

She did have a little bit of an accident before dinner, but...

got her changed, put her down, and Everything's fine.

Now.

What happened?

I'm really sorry,

and I-I do take full responsibility for this,

but I-I was making dinner...

- Mm-hmm. - ...and I stepped away

for a split second and-and...

And there was a fire?

Mm-hmm.

It was a very, very small one

and Carrie was never in any danger.

It was over in less than a minute,

and-and-and a couple of your dish towels got burned,

which I'm really, really sorry about.

- But I-I tried to clean up the wall... - Okay. All right.

...which is absolutely no problem and...

- Fuck! - ...she's in there asleep now.

Uh, yeah, I can't be at the mill,

um, wondering if-if she's in danger.

Uh-huh.

I put her to sleep, and she's fine.

Fuck, I have OT again tomorrow night.

I understand if you're too upset at me, but...

I can be here tomorrow.

I made a really stupid mistake.

Uh-huh.

And I poured water on a grease fire, and...

Yeah, grease fire. No.

- Right. - Uh-huh.

- You beat it out with the... - That's right.

Yeah, well, it's great. You cleaned it up great.

- Thanks. - I'm sorry about your wall.

Could I buy some paint and-and paint over it?

Um...

I can even paint the whole kitchen if you want

so it'll-it'll all m-match.

You're 18?

A-As of, um, as of last week.

Okay.

Okay.

O-Obviously, I don't, I don't want to be paid for tonight.

Yeah, no.

Uh, yeah, and, um...

I totally get it I-if you don't want me here.

I probably wouldn't want me here, either, but, um,

um, if you're in a bind, I-I can be here.

You said you had OT tomorrow...

Wow. Okay.

Oh, fuck.

When I was 17, if I had been in your situation...

first of all, no one would have left the kid with me...

but, uh, if I had started a fire,

the whole fucking house would've burned down.

I would've been fucking wasted.

Did you have a drinking problem when you were my age?

Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, I had a drinking problem.

Hey, uh, second chances, all right?

Yeah, uh, why don't you just, like, come back, uh,

tomorrow night and we'll-we'll just,

we'll start over.

What the hell are you doing up?

This is like noon for me.

What the hell are you doing up?

You're not still looking for the Nazi, are you?

Yeah, I'm beat. You went here?

- Uh-huh. - Same.

Pretty good school for me.

Yeah, happy times.

Who was your favorite teacher?

Well, that's easy, Ms. Carol.

Ms. Carol.

Me, too, but she got married. We called her Mrs. Carol.

But Carol was her first name,

- so... it never made sense. - I know.

You know, the chief seems to want me to partner with Chewy

as much as possible.

Means he likes you.

Why?

Chewy'll have your back. Keep you alive.

Chewy isn't a big fan of black people.

True, but it's also true

that Chewy's just an all-around asshole

- who likes to needle rookies. - Not only that,

he's got problems working with a woman.

Yet and still he's got to protect you.

Chewy said you and Trask were friends.

Yep. True and good friends.

Until you had a fight about the missing girl.

Abby Washington. That's right.

Did you really call the Chief a racist fuck?

Peter told me to drop the case and I...

Well, nothing stings a white man like being called a racist.

Chief's the one who treats me the best.

Seems like he really wants me to do well.

Yeah, I'm sure he really does.

He's no Chewy; he knows better.

But he still gives Bud Carl the benefit of the doubt.

And a missing black girl...

well, I worry that doesn't bother Peter

quite as much as a missing white girl.

I hear that.

I'll see you.

All right.

But you can't quit.

We've got two more weeks.

I have to.

You reported the incident immediately

and I spoke at length with Markell and his father.

You can't quit because you got angry.

- If every teacher quit because... - I hit him.

I spanked him. I-I mean,

I've never hit a kid before.

You lost your patience.

It happens to all of us.

You think I don't know what losing my patience feels like?

38 years, I've never come close to hitting a kid.

And that is why I cannot accept your resignation.

Why do you see this one misstep as so final?

Because I...

I don't know.

Because what I did is beyond the pale and...

- that's it. - Hmm.

Carol, I didn't want to bring this up,

but Nikki saw the incident.

Oh, I know.

And she wondered...

- She thought maybe... - What?

Do you think that Markell's race played a part in it?

Oh, my God. No.

I'm-I'm...

No, I'm not a racist.

I mean, I've taught many black children.

Some of the students I'm proudest of

were black... are black. That's...

- I'm not saying... - Of course.

But let's just stop and look at this.

Okay.

These other African-American kids, your former students,

they weren't difficult, were they?

Uh, I would... some of them were difficult.

I-I don't think of it that way, anyway... difficult.

That's... but the point is,

I've-I've taught all kinds of kids

with all kinds of behaviors.

I've never done anything like this before.

And I don't know what you're saying, anyway. I mean

, if I am a racist that's worse. You should fire me.

Unacknowledged bias exists in all of us.

Now, the solution isn't to throw in the towel.

Something like this should be a wake-up call,

an opportunity to look inside yourself.

If that's what's inside me,

I don't want to know about it.

I'm sorry. I am...

I'm... I am very sorry.

Um...

I just think it's time.

If you really feel this bad, go.

Take the summer, but don't quit teaching.

You are one of the best teachers I've ever seen.

Just call it a break

and you'll come back fresh in the fall.

My daughter in California is always begging me

to spend more time with my grandchildren.

My pension is already...

I mean, maybe I can sell my house

and buy one of those little condos or...

This is way too big a decision

to make over one bad class. Okay?

Don't rush into it.

I'd...

No. It's impossible.

Why?

Because...

um...

because it's too late, I'm too old.

Thank you for... trying.

Thank you.

Why are you leaving, Mrs. Carol?

Um, you're gonna have a sub today.

- Wont that be fun? - Yeah.

Do you have your ancestor stories?

Good, you can tell the sub

what We've been doing, okay?

- Okay. - Okay. Have a good day.

Ms. Carol, Ms. Carol!

Markell. Oh!

Where are you going?

I have to leave, okay?

Are you coming back tomorrow?

I'm not. I'm not coming back at all this summer.

But you'll miss me too much.

Come here.

Okay.

Okay, look at me.

- You're a good boy. - Mm-hmm.

Okay. Go on in.

- Bye, Ms. Carol. - Bye.

Bye.

So, all of the shovels were just for digging the tunnel?

Oh, yeah. I mean, I was in there. I could see it.

Too small for, like, a normal-sized person?

Ah, you fucking got jokes.

Fucking asshole.

2001 silver Jeep Grand Cherokee reported stolen

ten blocks southeast of the Wilcox house.

Owner said it could've been stolen today or yesterday.

We have to start scouting.

No, no, no, no. Not with me.

Chief had us ride together yesterday.

I don't want a new fucking partner.

Too bad.

It's fucking stupid.

What do they think, he's just gonna drive right past us?

He's probably five states away by now.

You're right and even if he did stick around,

he'd get rid of it.

I need some fucking coffee.

Two hours of sleep. Fuck.

Has the opposite effect on me these days.

If it doesn't make you sleepy, it'll just give you the runs.

Don't worry.

I wasn't gonna get you one.

Wilcox, stop!

Fuck.

Foot pursuit.

Heading south on Patterson Street.

Copy that.

Braden PD! Hands up!

Gun, gun, gun!

Wilcox, stop!

Braden PD! Stop! Aah!

- Rook, you hit? - I got shot.

Put your head down.

Get in. Okay.

Put pressure on it, all right?

Here, put on this tourniquet.

Put it above the wound.

Heading west on Grant Street. We are in pursuit.

What? I'm taking you to the hospital.

You are not, you racist fuck. We are in pursuit.

We are not losing this asshole.

You got it, sister.

Fuck.

Wilcox! Freeze!

Drop your weapon!

Shots fired. 10-79.

Are you okay?

Ma'am, are you okay?

I have an unresponsive female.

Requesting EMS.

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