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(CAR SQUEAKING)

(SQUEAKING INTENSIFIES)

(MAN AND WOMAN GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING CONTINUES)

(GROANS)

(CHOKING)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

You don't remember me,
do you?

Fuck you! Fuck...

(GUNSHOT)

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Jose, she's here.

JOSE: Did she find it?

Don't wave.

(PANTING)

Okay.

(GROANING)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(GROANING)

(PANTING)

GIRL: Mom, hurry up.

Mom!

- WOMAN: Riley!
- She's back.

- Riley!
- Just keep going.

WOMAN:
I know you can hear me.

Honestly, I don't know
what you were thinking.

Sorry, Peg.
I said I was sorry.

This parking lot
is where we set up.

Everybody knows that.
From here to the Pottery Barn.

We have earned this spot
because we sell

more Firefly Christmas
baked cookies than anyone.

Maybe if you actually
showed up

to a den-mother meeting,
you'd know these...

Well, not all of us can sit around
in our perfect little houses

south of the Boulevard, Peg.
Some of us have to work.

I will be lodging a formal grievance
at the next den-mother meeting.

Okay, you do that.

I don't think you're
Firefly Troop material.

Either one of you.

Come on, Penelope.

CARLY: (WHISPERS)
What an asshole.

- Don't say that.
- Well, she is.

Well, maybe so. But still...

You should've punched
her lights out.

"Punched her lights out," huh?

You can't go around
punching people who are jerks.

Then you're just as bad
as they are.

Mom, I know you took
the morning off work.

Thanks, for trying to help me.

Do you know
how amazing you are?

Happy birthday. Get in the car.
Run, run, run. Go, go, go.

CHRIS: Listen,
I wouldn't ask...

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON PHONE)

When do you think?

Next month.

Right. Yeah, thanks.

(CAR HORN HONKS)

(CHRIS LAUGHS)

- Hi, Daddy.
- Hey, squirt.

- Oh, how are you?
- Hey!

- I'm good.
- Good.

I should be home by 4:30.
CHRIS: Okay.

- Someone's gonna have a birthday party.
- (CARLY GIGGLES)

The other kids
will be there by 4:00.

Can you handle 30 minutes
on your own?

- How many other kids?
- All my friends, Daddy.

Chris North, everything in your life
has prepared you for this moment.

Oh, hey, I'm late. Love you.

- Love you.
- Love you. Bye.

- Love you.
- Bye, guys. Bye!

Come here, birthday girl.
(GRUNTS)

Hi, Mr. Watson.
I'm late. Sorry.

Well, we'll talk about it later.
I gotta do some Christmas shopping.

- And I need you to close today.
- Oh, today is actually...

Dee Dee called in sick,
so you're closing.

- It's my daughter's birthday...
- You asked for extra hours,

I'm giving them to you.
You're closing.

CHRIS: Are you sure, Mickey?
Are you really sure?

- 'Cause don't put me in a situation...
- I got kids too, man.

Ten minutes, our lives change.
Our kids' lives change.

Nobody knows, nobody will know.
All you gotta do is drive.

I'll take care
of everything else.

I don't know, Mickey.
I don't know.

You wanna get Riley
a house, right?

Good school for Carly.

This greasy-hand shit,
it's not gonna get you there, man.

This will.

(SIGHS)

Hi!

I'm here.

Happy Birth...

(TOY CLICKING)

Where's everybody?

(TOY CLICKING)

Nobody came.

(MOUTHS) Nobody came?

(PHONE BEEPS)

PEG: Riley, Peg.

Let's forget that little snafu in
the parking lot ever happened.

We're having a little holiday
get-together today.

Penelope invited
the whole class.

I think Carly's invite must
have gotten lost in the mail.

Feel free to stop by,
if you're not doing anything else.

I'm sure you remember the address.
South of the Boulevard.

Hope to see you guys.

Told you.

You should've punched
her lights out.

(CHUCKLES)

You know what, buddy?

We don't need them anyway.

(CHUCKLES)

It's your birthday.

My birthday sucks.

- Carly, language.
- It does.

We're gonna go out for pizza.

Um...

We are, just the three of us.
It'll be fun.

And then we're gonna go
to the Christmas carnival.

- Yeah!
- Yes, the Christmas carnival.

And when we get there,
we are gonna ride every ride,

and play every game.

- We'll do all the virus- and germ-infested... Whatever.
- (LAUGHING)

- But I'm good with that. It's your birthday.
- (GIGGLING)

- And then...
- Ice cream?

- Ice cream.
- Ice cream. Yes!

Heck, yes. Ice cream, yes.
As much as you want.

All right, we're gonna have a big night.
Go get a jacket. Let's go, go, go.

Yeah! I'll be ready
in a second.

- I'm sorry. I just...
- Hey, hey...

It's not always
gonna be like this.

You promise?

Yeah. I promise.

Come here.

(SIGHS)

(PHONE DIALING)

(RECORDING) This is Mickey. I'm not
here right now. Please leave a message.

(BEEPS)

Mickey, hey, it's Chris.

I'm out.

I'm not risking it.

It's not worth it, man.

All right? Listen, I'm sorry.
Give me a call when you get this.

RILEY: Where's your dad?
CARLY: He's out here.

RILEY: Oh, good.

CHRIS: Carnival!

(CARLY LAUGHING)

RILEY: All right.

Here we go.

CARLY: Carnival.
I'm so excited. RILEY: Right.

It's me. Is the boss around?

I found the other one.

DIEGO: Seriously,
you try to rip me off?

Did you really think you were
gonna get away with it, Mickey?

MAN: Hey, boss, it's for you.
It's Cortez.

(DIEGO PANTING)

I have to take
this phone call.

I hope you don't mind, Mickey.

Talk to me. What you got?

CORTEZ: I'm tailing the other guy.
What do you want me to do?

Smoke him.

Make an example.

A loud one.

Mickey...

(SIGHS)

This what you wanted?

(GASPS)

Huh?

Is it gonna make
all your problems go away?

(MICKEY SOBBING)

Feels good, huh?

Have some folding cash on you.

Right?

Right?

Fucking puto.

(CHILDREN SCREAMING)

Wee!

I'm the king!

(LIVELY CHATTER)

(CHILDREN SCREAMING)

- (ALL EXCLAIMING)
- (CAMERA CLICKS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(CAMERA CLICKS)

High-five!

I kept my eyes open
almost the whole... Oh!

Oh, I hope
I look smart.

- RILEY: Aww.
- (CARLY GIGGLING)

- Not so much.
- Look at me.

You're a booger.

- Pretty charming.
- Ice cream!

Oh. Uh-oh.

(LIVELY CHATTER)

Come on.
RILEY: We're coming, we're coming.

WOMAN: Hey, what'll it be?

Uh, two of your finest
Rocky Roads, and...

Yes, and whatever
the little lady...

Peppermint. Double scoop.

RILEY: And a peppermint
double scoop.

WOMAN: All right.
RILEY: It's her birthday.

- WOMAN: Happy birthday to you.
- Thank you.

...with the...
CARLY: Yeah, I agree.

CHRIS: Goodness, look at that.

RILEY: Can I try that?

CARLY: Do you like it?
RILEY: Mmm-hmm.

CHRIS:...birthday, kiddo.
WOMAN: Bye, sweetie pie.

(LAUGHTER)

- I'll grab a napkin.
- Okay.

Okay.

Do you mind? (CHUCKLES)
WOMAN: Yeah, you got it.

Thank you. Have a good night.
WOMAN: Bye-bye.

- I know.
- We're gonna have your birthday every day.

Every day!

Hey, make sure
we can get in the car.

- (MUFFLED GUNFIRE)
- (MUFFLED SCREAMING)

(INAUDIBLE)

(AMBULANCE SIRENS WAILING)

Ready?

(MEN GRUNTING)

PARAMEDIC: Adult female, 35 years old.
Gunshot wound to the head.

Severe cerebral hemorrhaging,
vitals holding.

PARAMEDIC 2: Closing up.

(EKG BEEPING)

We're good.

Can I take a look?

It's messed up, I get it.

But you need to get your game face on.
We got a job here, all right?

Shit ain't easy
when it's a kid.

It's not supposed
to be easy.

That's the difference
between us and them.

(SIRENS AND VOICES ECHOING)

(CARLY'S CHATTER ECHOING)

STAN: You were supposed to call
me the moment she woke up.

FEMALE DOCTOR: You don't wake up from
a month in a medically-induced coma

like flipping on
a light switch.

The gunshot may have
missed her brain,

but the cerebral swelling...
STAN: But she's gonna be all right?

(SCREAMING ECHOING)

DOCTOR: "All right"
is out of my hands.

When her memory
returned, she...

We had to restrain her
and she had to be sedated.

Mrs. North...

- My name is Detective Stan Carmichael...
- Detective.

I've been waiting
to speak to you for a long time.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

Forgive me for jumping in so abruptly,
but we have three suspects in custody,

who we otherwise
will have to release tomorrow.

Detective, this is really
not the time.

I...

I can talk.

We think that what happened
may be linked to your husband.

There were rumors he was involved
in a plan to rob a drug dealer

named Diego Garcia.

He wouldn't have...
He wouldn't do that.

No, yes,
you're absolutely right.

We recovered a voicemail
on his friend's telephone.

Your husband did refuse
to go along with it,

but word had already gotten out,
and got back to Garcia.

(WHIMPERING)

Now, an informant has given us
a very credible lead,

but no witnesses
are willing to step up.

We know everything,
but can't prove anything.

Detective, I think
that's enough now.

(WHIMPERING)

You get some rest,
Mrs. North. I'll come back.

But I, uh, thought
you might wanna have this.

I saw them.

GUARD:
All right, bring them out.

Let's go. Get in there.

(GASPS)

It's number five.

Number five,
step forward.

Take them out. Next group.

RILEY: Number three.

MOISES: Number three,
step forward.

That's him.

Four.

Are you sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

Hey, thanks.

What's the matter,
not hungry?

Tell me what that is.

That would be
a detective badge.

That would be all they found
on the last cop

who went after Diego Garcia.

It was in his locker,
hanging in his locker here,

inside Metro Homicide
Headquarters.

Garcia has people
on the inside?

Garcia has a nickname.
"La Guillotine."

There's a reason
for that shit, Stan.

Chris North didn't even rob Garcia.
He just considered it.

And he's on the wrong side
of the grass with his kid.

Whatever happens with this case,
let it happen.

Don't be stupid.

You'll only get dead
and it won't change anything.

(SIGHS)

(SOBBING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Hello?

- Oh, Mrs. North.
- Who are you?

I... I hope you don't mind
I let myself in.

(STAMMERS)

I'm a friend.

Uh, do you...

- Do you wanna have a seat?
- What do you want?

(SIGHS) Eviction notice.

I can only imagine how awful
all of this has been for you.

I mean, how does one even begin to
recover from something like that?

Why are you here?

I just, uh...

I just wanna give you
a bit of advice.

The road to recovery
has to begin somewhere.

The recognition that, um,

as gut-wrenching as it is,

in the end,

nothing's gonna bring
your family back.

(SNIFFLING)

I know, and that's
the regrettable,

yet unavoidable truth.

(SIGHS)

Eventually,
maybe not right away,

but eventually it'll be time
for you to move on.

New place, new clothes,
new (INHALES) memories.

Uh...

A new life.

What is this?

Lorazepam. Lithium.

- Risperidone? That's an antipsychotic.
- Hey!

I think it's time
for you to leave.

Maybe you've made a mistake.
Your memory is a little hazy.

I'm just putting it
out there.

Maybe you didn't see things the
way you thought you saw them.

Hmm?

Get out of my house.
Get out of my house! Get out!

(SIGHS)

You think that
you're gonna have justice?

Make them all pay?

- They won't.
- Get the fuck out!

(PANTING)

(GASPING)

JUDGE: Is there anything else you would
like to ask the witness, Mr. Anderson?

HENDERSON: One last question,
Your Honor.

Mrs. North, just to clarify one point.
Did you see them get out of the car?

RILEY: No.

Mmm.

Did the car
ever stop moving?

No.

And yet you identified my
clients as the alleged shooters?

They did it.
HENDERSON: Objection, Your Honor.

Calls for legal conclusion.
JUDGE: Sustained.

Mrs. North, we're interested
in facts, not opinions.

He just asked me a question
and I just answered.

It's okay. You identified
my clients, correct?

- Yes, I did. They did it!
- Okay. Okay.

And are you currently on any
antipsychotic medications?

What?

- Lorazepam, lithium, risperidone...
- Wait.

Is there anything else
that we should know about?

Wait, that's not accurate.

You identified not one, but three men in
a moving vehicle at night from 30 feet.

- After a month in a coma...
- Well, I... I saw them.

- ...and a mental breakdown...
- It's not something you forget...

And under the influence of antidepressant
and antipsychotic medications.

RILEY: Excuse me!
He's not listening to me!

Is it possible that your recollection isn't
what you thought it was?

No.

(WHIMPERING)

No further questions,
Your Honor.

Wait, but you're not hearing me.
Can you help me out?

You're the District Attorney.
Can't you do anything?

I didn't even take
those pills...

It is the opinion of this court
that in this preliminary hearing,

the evidence is insufficient for
a juror to reasonably conclude

that the State has met
its burden of proof.

I see no reason to hold the
defendants over for trial.

Wait a minute.
This can't be over.

- These men killed my family.
- Mrs. North, you're excused.

RILEY:
No, they killed my family!

- You are excused, Mrs. North.
- This guy showed up in my house.

No, I am not finished!

JUDGE: You are excused, Mrs. North.
RILEY: He offered me money!

- No, no, no! I am not done!
- Mrs. North, you're excused!

They are killers!
JUDGE: Mrs. North.

They're fucking killers!
JUDGE: Bailiffs!

(GRUNTING)

Get away from me!
I'm gonna kill them!

- (TASER CRACKLING)
- (GROANING)

(CHUCKLING)

JUDGE: Bailiffs,
remove this woman.

(GROANING)

Mrs. North, I'm remanding you to a
mental-health treatment program.

Next case.

(GAVEL BANGS)

Why is she bleeding?
What happened?

She wouldn't stop banging
her head into the bars.

- She's all yours now.
- All right. Mrs. North?

Riley, it's Detective Stan Carmichael.
Do you hear me?

Hey, guys,
come on, come on.

She saw her family get murdered and
the guys who did it just walked.

How about you lighten up?

Clear? One, two, three.

- Where is she going?
- County General, psych hold.

That place is a nightmare.

PARAMEDIC: (DISTORTED)
County General, psych hold.

STAN: (DISTORTED)
That place is a nightmare.

Hang on. Let me make a call.

- (RILEY GRUNTS)
- (GROANING)

PARAMEDIC: Hey!

(GASPING)

(GROANS)

- You all right?
- Mmm. Yeah.

(TIRES SCREECHING,
HORN BLARING)

(GASPS) Sorry.

(PANTING)

Well, you called it.

She'll turn up.

One way or another,
they always do.

- (SIRENS BLARING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Carmichael, 3-8-7-7,
Gang Homicide.

(GROANS)

Don't you look
especially pretty this morning?

Thanks for showing up.

I've always been
a firm believer in beauty sleep.

Pro tip.

Wait until you're dead
before you embalm yourself.

Well...

That's new.

- Good morning, Lisa. You got a minute?
- What?

Somebody drove
a truck into a gun store

out in San Bernardino
a couple of nights ago.

The place was a class-three dealer,
military-grade stuff.

ATF called us after reviewing
the security footage.

It was a woman. They got a partial
frame of the suspect's face.

Give it to
the DHS fusion center.

Let them run it through their
facial recognition system.

I did. Got a possible match from Customs
on a stowaway incident, container ship,

at the Port of LA
three months ago.

Uh, your name popped up
on the case file so I...

Inman?

Inman.

MAN: Pull that in already?

MAN 2: Uh, yeah, I did.
I put it on the top rack, if you need it.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Are you maybe thinking
what I'm thinking?

(PHONE RINGING)

Carmichael.

Who?

Yeah, sure.

- The FBI wants to talk to us.
- Feds?

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Oh.

Sorry about that.

STAN: Did you guys
run out of terrorists?

How come the Feds care
about a squirrelly soccer mom?

Didn't she smack you
in the head five years ago?

Smacking dumbasses
ain't a federal offense.

Ha-ha.

LISA: Bank robbery is.

The night Riley North got away
from you, she stole $55,000

from the bank
where she was employed.

Are we talking about the same
Riley North? Bank robbery?

Mmm-hmm. She just disappeared,
completely off the grid,

as if she just ceased to be.

You're shitting me.
She wasn't the type.

I agree.

A woman with no priors,
even if her family is brutally murdered,

doesn't just up and take
50-large and then take off.

Got my attention.

RILEY: How many times did you
betray your oath, Your Honor?

(MUFFLED WHIMPERING)

I think that you're so goddamn corrupt,
I don't even stand out.

(MUFFLED WHIMPERING)

Wow.

So, here's the deal.

If you can tell me my name,
I'll let you live.

I mean, you'll eat out of a tube the
rest of your life, but you'll live.

(MUFFLED GRUNTING)

You ready?

Do you remember my name?

(MUFFLED WHIMPERING)

LI: Interpol tagged her
four months later.

Used her real name
in a hospital in Hong Kong.

Showed up with a dislocated
shoulder, facial fracture, ruptured spleen.

Car wreck?
LISA: Don't know.

She left before we could
have her apprehended.

LI: She vanished.

Every now and then, a lead
trickles in from somewhere.

Some we can almost substantiate,
some we can't.

She's a shit magnet.
Why are you wasting our time?

Then we found this
on YouTube.

(CROWD CHEERING)

Wha...

That's... That's Riley North?

LISA: Herself,
in Europe last year,

under one of the four
identities we tracked so far.

She got really, really good
at staying off the radar.

So she spends the last five
years bouncing around the world,

learning how to get
into trouble. And?

We don't exactly know
what she was doing.

What we do know is that she
arrived in LA three months ago.

LI: Security cameras got this during
a gun-shop burglary a few days ago.

She only took military-grade.

Automatic rifles, high-capacity shotguns,
specific ammunition.

She knew exactly
what she was looking for.

She's back.

And today, you found the three guys
that allegedly killed her family.

Strung up, execution-style.

Do you know
what the date is today?

- Come again?
- The date.

- What's today's date?
- It's December 21st.

Five-year anniversary
of her family's murder.

(JUDGE GROANING MUFFLEDLY)

RILEY: This stuff wrapped around
you is det cord, explosive rope.

You can cut through
anything with this.

Cut through trees,
it can cut through concrete...

Corrupt judges.

(MUFFLED HEAVY BREATHING)

Watching someone
take everything from you...

All you have,

all you're ever gonna have,

just gone.

Hurts, doesn't it?

And knowing
that it's all over,

and there is nothing
you can do about it.

You didn't serve justice,
Your Honor. But I will.

(MUFFLED GRUNTING)

(BEEPS)

(BEEPS)

(MUFFLED PANTING)

(CAR ALARM BLARING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Carmichael. Mmm-hmm.

What?

Okay.

Thanks.

Steven Goldman
and Robert Henderson,

the DA and attorney at the hearing,
five years ago?

Yeah.

Goldman was found facedown
in his swimming pool,

and Henderson's house
burned down with him in it.

Last night, both of them.

And that's not all.

LAPD Bomb Squad is currently onsite at
the residence of one James Stevens,

criminal court judge,
recently retired.

Some sort of explosion
at his house.

There's barely enough left of him
to fill an evidence bag.

Don't think I need
to tell you who he was.

We gotta go wide with this.

APB, the media,
the whole deal.

That looks good. Stack it up.

(WHISPERING)
We need to talk to you.

- We have a problem.
- What?

Just a minute.

MAN: Our informant called.

She got a judge
and, uh...

And a lawyer we paid off.

Smoked some of our homies, too.
The ones we sent to take out her husband.

- When the fuck was this?
- Like, five years ago.

Is there a problem?

No, just, uh...

Go and get Jessica out of the car.
Bring her in with a couple of drinks.

And that thing?

Put a paycheck on her head.
Call it a day.

Some personnel stuff.
You know how it goes.

- Got 10 more tons...
- Your bullshit ain't why I'm here.

You know you shouldn't
play games with the cartel.

I came to deliver a message
from my father.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

It's just a misunderstanding.

One shipment goes missing,

maybe it's a mistake.

But two?

In a week?

You think I tried
to steal from you?

That I lasted this long
by being stupid?

Everybody wants
to be a big dog.

Little dogs trying to eat
my food. That's all it is.

Hey, baby.

(GASPS)

Get the fuck out of here.

(SHUDDERING)

There's something
you need to remember.

You are still a little dog.

Don't let our business
be interfered with again.

(CROWS CAWING)

Who's that for?

It's for you.

Thanks.

Is he okay?

He drinks. (SIGHS)

I have to take care of him
sometimes.

MAN: Stop requested.
Please use rear...

Dad, come on.

Bye.

DRUNK DAD: I told you
not to speak to strangers.

Hey. Where'd you get
that shitty toy?

Sit.

(GROANING)

- Give me your wallet.
- Okay.

I'm gonna need you
to stand still, please.

All right. Who do we have here?
"Bryan Hartley, 1214 Harlow Street."

Open your mouth, Bryan.

(GAGS)

This is one of those
life-altering moments.

Do I have your attention?

Uh-huh.

I want you to take your boy
Christmas shopping.

I want you to give him
the time of his life.

I want you to grow up
and be the father he deserves.

- Do you understand me?
- (MUFFLED) I understand.

- Say it again.
- I... I understand.

- Do you swear?
- I swear.

1214 Harlow.
I will never forget you, Bryan.

Are we clear?

- Yeah?
- Yes, ma'am.

What are you
still doing here?

Come on.

You ever sell him
anything else

and I will blow you
and this place to bits.

- Do you understand?
- Mmm-hmm.

- Do you have a car?
- Yeah.

Give me the keys.

Consider it a rental.

- (SPANISH MUSIC PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)
- (LIVELY CHATTER)

(SPANISH MUSIC PLAYING
ON RADIO)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Hey. You're in
the wrong place.

- Oh, actually, I'm not.
- Get the fuck out of here.

(GROANING)

(BONE BREAKS)

(SHOUTS)

(PANTING)

(SPANISH MUSIC PLAYING
ON SPEAKERS)

What's up, man?
What's going on?

I'm about to get
this money, homes.

(LIVELY CHATTER)

MAN: (ON TV) ...in this normally
quiet upscale neighborhood.

Maureen, can you tell us more?

What do we know
about the suspected bomber?

WOMAN: North is suspected to
have been behind today's bombing

and of possibly killing
up to five others.

Authorities believe her to be
armed and extremely dangerous.

If you see her, please contact
police at the number on the screen.

(NEWS CHATTER CONTINUES)

MAN:...so-called
"Sweet Killer."

What could be expected
for their next move?

What will the law enforcement
agencies respond with?

(NEWS CHATTER CONTINUES)

We have enough experience now to
determine the unusual behavior...

What the fuck?
(SPEAKS SPANISH)

(GRUNTS)

(GUNFIRE)

Get the fuck out of here.

Oh, shit!

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(GROANS)

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(MEN GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(GROANING)

Jesus!

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

(GROANING)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(GUNSHOT)

(GASPS)

- Hi.
- Oh, God.

I have questions for you.

- You're not busy, are you?
- No.

WOMAN: (ON TV) A fire has partially
destroyed this downtown piñata store,

reportedly following a...
MARVIN: Crazy, crazy, crazy.

She's fucking crazy, man.

You already said that, Marvin.

MARVIN: Yeah, well,
I'm saying it again.

You decided
to tell her everything.

The whole damn operation.

Yeah, but you...
you guys would have done the same thing if...

I'm so impressed by how
fucking stupid you are.

CORTEZ:
How much did she take?

(STAMMERING) She...
Well, she didn't take anything. She...

(PANTING)

She burned all the money.

(SIGHS)

This is the last fucking shit
that I need right now.

Boss, I am so sorry.
You know that I would never...

- It's just these were some extenuating...
- Shut the fuck up!

Trust me, we will have
a short...

A very short conversation
about this in a minute.

Double security.

Put that bitch in a box
before sunset.

Before she gets us all killed.

MAN: (ON TV)
Thank you, Joanna.

Today, Los Angeles has witnessed a
disturbing series of violent events

which some are speculating
are part of a pattern,

possibly even the work
of a single suspect.

According to sources at the
Los Angeles Police Department,

everything seems to lead
to the same name. Riley North.

So, who is Riley North?

Looking to social media,
theories abound.

One possible link,
Riley North's husband and daughter

were gunned down in a drive-by
shooting five years ago.

There is a storm of online
speculation about a connection.

MAN: Folks, I'm gonna need you
behind the tape. Thank you.

LISA: Thirty-four,
Asian, male.

MAN: Yeah, yo. Check it out.
STAN: Roughly...

MOISES: Well,
I got a dozen witnesses

who suddenly went blind
and didn't see shit.

So we got that going for us.

What the hell are the Koreans
doing slumming it with Garcia?

Money laundering. Garcia's using their
infrastructure to launder his cash.

These fuckers
ain't gonna be happy.

It's gonna get a whole lot worse
if we don't get ahead of this.

We got every black and white in
this city looking, every camera.

Her face
is all over the news.

Well, she knows
what she's doing.

It's turning into a typical
social media shit-storm.

Garcia's gonna love
all this attention.

Hey, man.

(CLEARS THROAT)

There's something
I want you to take a look at.

Over here.

OFFICER: Stand back.
Thank you.

Well, this is a hard sell.

You honestly think that
Riley North did this?

Well, your Fed girlfriend
thinks so.

- (CHUCKLES) My what?
- Stan, my man,

you gotta focus on the task
at hand. It's embarrassing.

The only interest I have
in Agent Inman is professional.

- If you say so.
- Oh, Jesus Christ.

All right, I'll hit up
Gang Narcotics.

I'll see if they have any intel
on suspected Garcia locations.

Get a list. Set up some Code 5s,
do surveillance and see if she shows.

You be careful who you ask
those kind of questions to.

- Fuck's sake. Here we go again.
- No, hey.

It only takes a few guys
in the right places.

Watch your ass,
is all I'm saying.

And you say hi
to Bigfoot for me.

What, lover's quarrel?

- What about Bigfoot?
- (STAN CHUCKLES)

Yeah, we were debating who gets to
be impressed by your FBI prowess.

I won.

So what are you thinking?

Riley North arrived in LA
almost three months ago.

Aren't you guys a little curious
where she's been hanging out?

You have a crime analysis
department, right?

Yeah, come with me.
I'll take you there.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER
IN SPANISH)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN KOREAN)

Cartel up our ass,
and now the Korean mob?

What's she gonna hit next?

Bet Marvin told her
about the lab.

- That would be my bet.
- Fine.

Then we send everybody there and
just kill her when she shows up?

Boss...

(GLASS CLINKING)

How'd she know about Marvin?

The one guy who happened
to know everything,

and she doesn't kill him.

How did she know?

- She must have been watching us.
- Oh, you think?

(SCOFFS)

Those missing shipments,
it was her.

She's been stirring shit up,

finding out the moving pieces.

Bitch has been fucking with us
for weeks.

CORTEZ: If that's the case,

then maybe she's expecting us
to send everybody to the lab.

That dance is over.

Bitch wanna have
the motherfucking lab,

I will give her
the motherfucking lab.

(HORN BLARING)

The system tracks reported
crime in real time.

From that data, we determine
where to send our resources.

Stop problems from spreading.

Any anomalies?

Areas of higher violent crime
than expected?

Besides tonight?

Going back a few weeks,
are there any areas that stand out?

This can't predict
where she'll turn up next.

It might tell me
where she's been.

Everywhere she goes, people get dead.
She has to be living somewhere.

Maybe I can locate
where she's been staying,

her base of operations,
find her that way.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

Nothing.

No sector or neighborhood
stands out.

No abnormal spike
in crimes anywhere.

It was a good idea.
I was impressed.

Really.

Oh, you wanna see something
really interesting?

I was looking at this
before you got here.

Social media is lit up
with support for her.

She's a multiple
homicide suspect.

Well, not to them, she's not.

Now that people know
what she's been through,

they're rooting for her. Look.

Zoom in. There. What's that?

ANALYST: Skid Row?

And why does it
look safer than Bel Air?

ANALYST: Hmm. That's odd.

Has it always been like that?
You keep the data, right?

Can you give me a minute?

(PANTING)

What's going on?
Do you see anything?

I don't see nothing.

TORRES: She's in.
Hit the remote.

(PANTING)

(CAR ALARMS BLARING)

ANALYST: Uh, okay, so the crime pattern
started changing about three months ago.

(BEEPS)

Oh, shit. What's that?

Uh...

Multiple reports
of an explosion.

Fire. Industrial warehouse,
downtown. Multiple...

You stay here.
I'll catch up with you.

"Catch up"?
Where are you going?

- I got a hunch.
- But we didn't talk about a hunch.

(PHONE RINGING)

What?

Radios are lighting up.

- What happened?
- Downtown warehouse just exploded.

- This is her again?
- I'll check it out.

Was it on the list of Garcia
locations you got from Narco?

- I don't know.
- What the heck does that mean?

Did you get a list or not?

I haven't heard back from them
yet, okay? But I'm on it.

They're probably just busy.
There's a lot going on right now.

Yeah, right. By the way,
Bigfoot says hi.

Oh, come on, Moises.
It doesn't mean anything. They're just...

- (LINE DISCONNECTS)
- (SCOFFS)

(CAR ALARMS BLARING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(PANTING)

(CAR HORN BLARING)

MAN: Hey, are you okay?

Buddy, what the...

Hey! Get out of my car!
Wait, come on!

Hey! Give me my car back!

(ENGINE REVVING)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(PANTING)

It's them.

They got her.

What's the word?

Hey, boss, we smoked her ass.

Are you sure?

She was up in there
when it went up.

There's no way she's living through
that shit. Trust me, she's gone.

(PANTING)

You fools are moving
up in the world.

Be calling some shots
pretty soon.

- Thank you, boss.
- Now get your ass back here.

Órale!

We'll be calling some shots!

Ooh!

(SIGHS)

(MAN COUGHING)

MARIA: That's a cop.

How do you know?

Who else would be dumb enough
to bring a new car here?

Hi.

Talk to you guys for a second?

You lost?

I'm looking for someone.

"Looking for someone."
(CHUCKLES)

No one's looking
for the nobodies.

Isn't it dangerous
at night for the kids?

- Not anymore.
- Why's that?

'Cause we got an angel now.

(ENGINE REVVING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

- Is that car following us?
- What are you talking about?

(TIRES SCREECHING)

I told you to lay off
that shit, man.

- You're getting paranoid.
- Shut the fuck up.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Shit!

What the fuck's up
with that guy?

(SCREAMING)

- (GLASSES CLINKING)
- (DIEGO SPEAKS SPANISH)

(BOTH EXHALING)

Yeah.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV)

Boss, check it out.

WOMAN: What makes you think
Riley North did this too?

'Cause I saw her jack this
dude's car and just take off.

And she was pissed.

Social media continues
to explode with debate

about female vigilante
Riley North, still on the loose.

It's them. Open it.

(SILENCED GUNSHOTS)

(SILENCED GUNSHOTS)

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

(GRUNTING)

Kill the lights.

Stay with the boss.

- (SILENCED GUNSHOT)
- (GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

- (BONE SNAPS)
- (SCREAMING)

(WOMAN SOBBING)

Don't, please.

- (RILEY SHUSHING)
- Please, don't.

I'm not here
to hurt you.

- He...
- Go.

(SCREAMING)

(PANTING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

- (GUNSHOTS)
- (GASPS)

(GROANING)

(GASPING)

(GROANS)

Fuck!

- (GUN CLICKS)
- (GROANS)

Don't fucking move!

Who the fuck are you?

What do you want?

What do I want?

I want justice.

Papa?

(GASPS)

(GROANING)

Come here, baby. Let's go!

(GROANING)

MAN: Boss?

Boss!

Boss!

Where is she? Where is she?

It's okay, baby.
It's okay. It's okay.

(SIREN WAILING)

Jefe, we gotta go.
We gotta go now! We gotta go now!

(SIRENS BLARING)

(PANTING)

(GROANING)

Riley?

Good evening, Peg.

(COUGHING)

(GROANING)

(GROANS)

(PANTING)

I remembered the address.

Sorry we missed
the party last time.

Riley, you're fucking crazy.

Everything they said
about you is true.

You know, I couldn't
help but notice

you're not wearing a ring
on that finger anymore.

He left you, didn't he?

For someone younger,
prettier.

Go fuck yourself.

(WHIMPERING)

Ah. Oops.

(GASPING)

Yes, he...

He left, okay?
You're right. I...

Please.

This is... This is not gonna bring her back.
I... I'm very sorry that Carly and...

- Don't say my daughter's name!
- (STAMMERING) Okay. I won't, I...

(WHIMPERING)

You're gonna
get locked up...

You're gonna go to jail
for a very long time.

They...
They will catch you.

This is not...
You don't wanna be doing this.

- Thank you.
- I'm going to

burn your house down
now, Peg,

with you inside of it.

Oh, good...

Riley.

Riley!
Get back here, Riley!

- (SCREAMS) No!
- Stop squealing, Peg.

I'm just kidding.
PEG: Riley!

No! No! Riley!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

DETECTIVE: Moises.

- Got that info you wanted.
- Shoot.

All right, this place is owned
by an overseas company out of Belize.

- So, any number of assholes can be...
- This is Diego Garcia's house.

Hey, I'm just saying.

Hey, you seen Carmichael anywhere?
I can't get him on the phone.

Ain't my turn to watch him.

Hey, asshole.

If you see him, tell him to call me.
Getting a little worried about him.

- Roger that.
- Hey, Barker.

Barker. What the fuck's
going on in Narcotics?

Carmichael's been trying
to get a list

of Garcia locations from you guys,
and he gets blown off?

You got somebody trying to
protect that motherfucker?

- Hold on, Moises...
- No, no. Don't "Moises" me.

Hey, I've been trying to call
Carmichael all goddamn night.

- What?
- Yeah.

Calls, texts, emails.
Even went by his desk twice.

We've been trying to coordinate
with him since this thing started.

Who told you
we didn't call him back?

He did.

(MAN COUGHING)

(WHISPERING)
I think there's another cop.

Where's your backup?
What took you so long?

Sorry, they're, uh, a little behind.
What do you got?

I snooped around
a little.

Look what I found.

STAN: Damn.

The van wasn't even locked.

You'd have to be insane to leave
a vehicle in this neighborhood,

but unlocked
with an arsenal in the back?

People are too afraid
to steal from her.

I don't think it's fear, Stan.

It's not some software glitch
that makes this area low-crime.

It is low-crime
because of her.

STAN: So, how do you
wanna play it?

Set up surveillance,
apprehend her when she returns.

- We can take her alive.
- Alive?

She's obviously been watching
Garcia's operation for weeks.

God only knows
what she's figured out.

We get her to talk,
we take down him,

his suppliers,
everything, everybody.

If the rumors are true, Garcia has
someone tipping him from the inside.

And she's gotten closer
than we ever will.

I'm gonna head back to the office.
I'll coordinate the inter-agency,

FBI, DEA, LAPD
and Internal Affairs.

Hey, Inman, I have
to tell you something.

Yeah, what?

I'm sorry.

- (GROANS)
- (GASPS)

(GUNSHOT)

(MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(PANTING)

(PHONE DIALING)

I know where to find her.

DIEGO: Stay where you are.

You gather your crew.

Tell those fuckers
it's time to earn their money.

I don't care if you have
to burn the city down.

But this shit ends tonight.
Understood?

(GROANS)

(SOBBING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(MEN SPEAKING SPANISH)

Let's get these motherfuckers.

STAN: I got someone
in the 911 center.

Any calls from this area
he'll route through me.

We gotta to do this fast.

(MEN SPEAKING SPANISH)

Is this smart?

We're announcing ourselves.
I don't know that she's here yet.

If she's here,
we'll find her.

All right, let's go.

- (SPEAKING SPANISH)
- (WOMAN SCREAMS)

- Hey!
- Get up.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

MAN: Get out of here.

Check over there.

(WHIMPERING)

(WHISPERS) Mom.

Mom.

You have to wake up now.

(GASPING)

We got something here.

Warehouse, west up the alley.

Oh. Oh. Come on.

- (GRUNTS)
- (GROANING)

(PANTING)

STAN: (ON RADIO) Get back to me, guys.
What's going on?

Did you find her?

CORTEZ: Maybe. Going in now.

Holy shit. Man down.

(CORTEZ SCREAMS)

(PANTING)

STAN: Cortez, we heard gunshots.
Did you get her?

Cortez.

Listen to me. Get out of here.

Leave these people alone.

Just give me Garcia and go.

Or so help me God, I will kill
every single one of you.

Your choice.

She's bluffing.

I can hear the pain
in your voice.

- (GROANS)
- You're hurting.

You're hurting bad.

Outmanned, outgunned...

How you really think
this is gonna go?

(PANTING)

I'm gonna shoot you
in your fucking face.

And then I'll pretty much
figure it out from there.

I'll see you soon.

(PHONE RINGING)

(RECORDING) You've reached
Special Agent Lisa Inman.

- (SIGHS) She's not answering me, either.
- Shit.

We gotta find her.

See if we can get a location
on Inman's cell phone.

Find out where it last
pinged a tower.

Yeah, already ahead of you.

Hi, this is Special Agent Li.

I need a cell phone location.

BARKER: Barker, Narcotics.
LI: Special Agent Lisa Inman.

BARKER: I need a stingray van
immediately, Los Angeles area.

- 323-555-9357.
- What? Yeah, yeah, right now.

(PANTING)

(RILEY GASPS)

Where's the remote?

Where's the remote
for the TV?

- Where's the remote?
- Here.

Moises, we got the van.
RILEY:...prove it to you right now. Look.

Okay. You see,
that guy is a dirty cop.

Motherfucker.

RILEY: That scumbag right there,
that is Diego Garcia.

He is the man who killed
my entire family.

If you have a news crew,
come on down,

and if you have a cell phone and
you wanna come and take videos,

come on down.
And if you are the LAPD...

This is where the party is.

I'm not going anywhere.
Come and get me.

I'm Riley North.
I'm in Skid Row,

I'm on the corner
of Olympic and San Julian.

- MOISES: We got a location!
- Riley?

MOISES: Let's go! Let's go!
WOMAN: I guess we lost that connection.

MAN: I don't give a shit.
MARIA: Let me go! No!

(CHILDREN SHOUTING)

- JOSE: Stop.
- Hey. Come on, man. He's just a kid.

You're in this.
You've always been in this.

You want out, just nod.

No, you're right. I'm in.

- JOSE: Maria!
- Hey, soon-to-be-dead bitch,

you hear me?

I've got someone here
I want you to meet.

Say your name, sweetheart.

(GROANS)

Tell her your name.

(SOBBING) My name is Maria.

(SIGHING)

Maria here, she's about to die
because of you.

Damn. You just don't seem to have
any luck with little girls, do you?

(DIEGO LAUGHING)

(MARIA GROANS)

JOSE: No! Stop!

DIEGO:
I'm gonna count to five.

Then I'm gonna blow
her fucking head off.

One...

No!

Two...

(SOBBING)

- JOSE: Maria.
- Three...

Four...

I'm coming. I'm coming.

SWAT team is 10 minutes
behind us.

Forget it.
We're not waiting.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

STAN: Drop the gun!

Are you okay?

I knew you'd save me.
I knew it.

You were right.
Here I am.

Let her go.

(MARIA SOBBING)

You have to go now, Maria.

You have to come with me.
RILEY: I can't. I wish I could.

- Get her outta here. Come on.
- Just go. Get safe.

No! Please!

No! No,
get off me! Please!

Get off me!

No! Stop.

(JOSE AND MARIA SOBBING)

Are you scared of me?

(GROANING)

(COUGHING)

Is this where you have
one of your flunkies shoot me?

Coward.

You don't wanna get
your hand dirty, huh?

(GROANS)

DIEGO: Get her up.

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

I'm waiting.
STAN: We gotta get outta here.

She's toying with you.
Stalling.

- Just get it over with.
- Shut the fuck up!

Let me have
a little fun here.

(GROANING)

No!

(PANTING)

You hit like a girl.

- (GRUNTS)
- (GROANING)

Jesus.

You see that?
She ain't toying with shit.

(PANTING)

I must say that I...
I'm a bit disappointed.

I thought you were gonna
put on a real fight.

Make it fun for me.

(PANTING)

You wanna hear a secret?

You should've listened
to Carmichael.

(SIRENS BLARING)

OFFICER: (ON PA)
LAPD. Stay where you are.

Drop your weapons.

Police!

Police!

Police!

- You sold me, puto.
- No!

You guys can't go through here.
Stay back.

Yo, hey!

(CROWD CLAMORING)

Move! Move!

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(PANTING)

(DIEGO SPEAKING SPANISH)

Out of my fucking way!

(GRUNTING)

- Huh?
- (GROANS)

Riley North!
Step back! We got him.

We'll take care of it.

Like you did last time?

No, he ain't getting away.
Just drop the gun.

Riley! On the ground!

Don't do it! I'm begging you!

Please, Riley!

You're a crazy ass.

You'll spend more time
in prison than me.

(LAUGHING)

We're not going to prison.

(GUNFIRE)

Cease fire! Cease fire!

Fuck!

Where the hell is she?

Airship. Airship, what do you see?
You got eyes on anything?

PILOT: (ON RADIO) Negative. Negative.
We lost visual.

Total clusterfuck.
She could be anywhere.

We're setting a perimeter
10 blocks out, but who knows?

Don't bother.
I know where she's going.

(PANTING)

RILEY: I've missed you.

I've missed you so much.

I miss you so much.

(RILEY GASPING)

Riley.

My husband. My daughter.

They're waiting for me.

Please, just let me die.

I can't do that.

This isn't where
the story ends.

It is for me.

(WHIMPERING)

Need an RA! Now!

(SIRENS BLARING)

MAN: (ON TV) Thank you. So,
is Riley North a vigilante,

folk hero, common criminal,
or all of the above?

Public opinion seems largely
in support of her,

but the law may not agree.

The LAPD's stance
was clarified just an hour ago

by Chief Matthew Rogers.

The Los Angeles Police
Department's position is clear.

Riley North will answer
for her actions,

and she will stand trial
for multiple counts of homicide.

- (REPORTERS CLAMORING)
- Questions.

How you doing?

Detective Beltran.
I'll take over for a bit.

Why don't you grab yourself
a cup of coffee?

Hi, Riley.

Remember me?

How you feeling?

You killed a lot of
very bad people.

You took down
a massive drug operation.

Exposed dirty bastards
in my own department.

There's not a cop
I know that...

Well, let's just say, some of us wish things
didn't have to be this way.

Well...

Hope you get better soon.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)