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Hello Amber!

Go! Go! Go!

Go! Go!

Don't leave your head!

Go! Go!

Go! Go!

System, go!

Go! Go!

Left! Left!

Left! Left! Left!

Right! Right!

Left! Left! Left! Left!

Left! Left! Left! Left! Left!

What is happening?

What is it?

What you got?

What is this?

What is this?

Is that your bubble?

What do you think?

Whoa!

It's a necklace.

Thank you baby. Thank you baby.

Hello.

Good morning Mimi.

Good morning Jamie.

Oh, you hand over that baby to me right this minute.

Who's that?

Who's my heart?

That's it.

Come to me.

That's it. Come to me.

Thank you for doing this to me baby.

Oh, yeah.

That's a clunky thing.

Give me that.

You gonna stay with me for the day or that?

Yeah. You'll be good. You'll be good girl.

You already staying the night?

Oh, of course darling.

Nothing would make me happy.

Oh my.

How was your evening?

I'll be back, okay?

Yeah, I'll be back.

Thank you ma'am.

Come on.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

All right, so there I was.

Day two in the sandbox.

In a convoy on the 81st.

I'm sitting up top at a gunner's seat.

Fucking heart's beating through my chest

cause I heard some old stage research world and country.

Fuck yeah it is.

What could go wrong?

So we're cruising along.

All of a sudden I see this fucking haji on the side of the road.

And I see this fucking haji on the side of the road.

And I see this fucking haji on the side of the road.

And he's going to town.

On a fucking donkey.

Hang on a minute.

A fucking donkey?

Bro, he's got his little haji dress

Hiked up over his shoulders, banging away.

How do you even do that?

Super fucking weird, right?

I even said something to the gunner about it,

but he shrugs it off.

So we'll get another six clicks down the road.

I see another fucking ollie bob off in the distance

riding one of his own.

The behind is broken down and hooked.

Wait, like another donkey?

In the butthole.

So what happened next?

More or the same.

I must have seen like fucking four more pairs of them.

Getting after it on the way back to the file, right?

What?

So, it gets worse.

Alright, so we get back to the motor pool

and I see this old dirty bastard

about yay high with a wooden leg

sitting on the hood of the Major's Humvee

jerking off.

Yeah, so what?

What the fuck do you even get in there?

So Gunny looks up to me

and can see how fucking rattled I am, right?

And he asked me where my malfunction is.

I mean, my malfunction got me a whole fucking way here.

I'm seeing dudes banging donkeys on the side of the road.

It's this guy with a wooden leg

beating off in the motor pool on broad daylight

and you know what he says to me?

What did he say?

Marie, you can't expect a guy with a wooden leg

to catch a fucking dog.

Crazy motherfucker, Jesus.

We're here.

What's your problem? Why you problem?

This ain't fucking problem.

There you are.

Fuck you.

Let's rock the roll.

I know the transfer took a little bit longer than we wanted

but we appreciate your business

and we appreciate your trust.

Everybody face, don't you fucking move!

Hand it away from the weapon, bro.

Nah, nah, nah, nah, dick, it's room.

Everybody fucking relax.

You heard him. Don't fucking move.

Stop!

Shut up.

All right.

All right.

You heard the man.

They start with you three ladies right there.

Hands lay on top of your head, back away from the counter.

Let's go get a get the fucking wall.

Everyone else, on the floor.

Eyes on the fucking floor, pal.

Get on the floor, bitch.

Look, guys, just relax, all right?

Heads down, eyes down.

This ain't worth dying for.

Give me the fucking key.

Smart.

Shut the fuck up, you fucking thundersnaps.

Let's go, find me the code.

Three, seventeen, seventy-seven.

Fuck him up, fucking eyes.

If that's a panic code,

he's gonna cut off a lot more than you fucking done.

You understand me?

One, twenty-three, seven, nine.

You fuck!

Shut the fuck up!

We're in.

Whoa!

Enough!

Thank you for your time, sir.

Thanks for your time, sir.

Thank you.

Bro, we're out of clock.

Clear.

Clear.

Now!

Now!

Contact, clear!

Wait for it, wait for it.

Contact left!

Now don't play!

Fuck off!

Run! Move!

Run!

Hey, bro! Hey!

We've got to pressify our owner!

Move!

Motherfucker!

Move back!

Move it!

Move it!

Contact left!

Move it!

Hey, wait out!

He'll land!

Move!

Move it!

That's it!

Remove it!

Move!

Move it!

That's it!

Move!

Move it!

That's it!

Don't move!

Move it!

That's it!

Reloaded!

Move!

Move it!

That's it!

Hey, wait out on me!

Wait out on me!

Move it!

Wait out!

Move!

Move! Move!

Move it!

Move it!

Hey!

What the fuck are you doing?

Let's go! Come on!

Let's go!

Come on!

Get some!

Get some!

Get out of the fucking car!

Get the fuck out of here!

Go, go, go, go!

Get in!

Let's fucking get out!

Get out!

Fuck!

Back, back, back!

Back!

Come on, motherfuckers!

Come on!

Come here! Here!

Come on!

Come on, come on!

Come on!

Yo, get out!

Fuck that!

This best we have multiple officers down at First National Bank, South Times and Calhoun. Requesting airmen for location A, staff.

Citywide, all units, respond.

108, multiple officers down, 30MS code 3.

All units, suspect vehicle is a 90's model like blue wood panel Chevy station wagon.

Be advised, suspects are armed with fully automatic weapons.

Notified, JP, St. Bernard, St. Tammany and State Police requesting shutdown of all routes out of the city.

Including the Crescent City connection, Causeway, the Twin Spans and all routes headed westbound.

You can say no?

What you want me to say?

What the fuck was that?

FBI robbery test for us?

No shit.

How'd they know?

Someone ran at us.

Who?

Read a voice this morning, make sure our agents not boring and get the fuck out fast.

Where we gonna run?

This is gonna make national news, Mick.

We're fucking cop killers now.

The choice is what?

You hear anyone yell don't move, you're under arrest now you didn't.

They were there to fucking murder us and I ain't got no regrets.

You left fucking three of our brothers in the fucking strength.

They made their choices.

No.

Gentlemen.

Basin.

So you're the one in charge of this shit show?

Special Agent Frank Ross.

Where the fuck were you Special Agent?

I just got off a plane from DC ten minutes ago.

I got six dead officers and another one in critical because your team's cowboy shit.

I understand Lieutenant.

I do.

It went bad and we're here.

We gotta move past that now so we can focus on catching these guys.

Catch them?

It's New Orleans Special Agent.

We're gonna bury these motherfuckers.

Do you think?

Don't go fucking shit on my crime scene.

Remember this is homicide first robbery second.

I understand you're upset.

Emotional.

You have every reason to be.

But if you ever sling foul language at me again, it will be your last.

Understand?

So where we at on lockdown?

In motion boss.

Mez giving us the keys.

Got checkpoints everywhere.

That's why the causeway, all the ports, highways, bridges, roads, heading out the city.

You mean us?

Yes sir. Everything.

All right. All right.

I want CRT teams and every precinct standing by.

So what exactly happened?

I got a call from Buddy and Vice.

I said he hooked the guy yesterday on some sort of statutory ship.

Some nobody, everyone's small.

Ex-hobby security geek, looking at five to seven years in Angola.

Folded like a launcher.

They literally called us ten minutes before the crew hit the place.

I tried to phone you but I couldn't reach you so I made the call.

So tell me why we couldn't take them at the van?

Well, our block car was in motion.

We were pushing up.

Crew came out heavy like before.

Five and a driver.

Body armor, ballistic mass, all automatic stuff.

And then fender bender right in front of us as we were moving in.

Boris Karloff over there with front door came up on his sights.

I beat him in a punch.

It was on.

Nico took out the driver of the van.

Swat got the mummy over there at the dumpster.

So I hear you winged him forth.

You sure you hit him?

Oh, I hit me.

I heard the man howl.

And I tell you there ain't no way he makes it to the night without some serious medical attention.

These guys are smart.

They're way too ruthless.

Find out if there are any doctors who have come up missing.

Look into vet offices, plastic surgeons, anyone who can handle trauma.

Oh.

You know how you insane?

You thought these guys were ex-military?

Yeah.

Well, you're right.

We had them pinned down.

Guess what those assholes go and do?

Attack the ambush.

Exactly.

It wasn't until they realized they were boxed in that they started to fall back.

And they range-appealed all the way down to fencing out.

Range-appeal?

Yeah.

Move, move, and coverin' all that high-speed shit.

I gotta tell you, I haven't seen that live since Somalia.

Go on.

They jacked some kid for a station wagon.

Mark, you didn't ran him down, but that just turned into an ambush at the switch car.

About six blocks over.

All right.

Get eyes out.

Get eyes out.

We're looking for something big.

You know, something that can carry all of them, something with power.

You talkin' to large SUV, three by three, one ton.

Grab it up.

Yeah.

Now tell me about this van.

Stolen.

Three days out of shit.

Now tell me about this van.

Stolen.

Three days out of shell net.

Nico.

Yes, sir.

Who do we have over here?

Don't tell us.

Manager's in route to University Medical.

I heard he put up a fight next to him.

I'm pretty good.

Shh.

Not smart.

No, sir.

Hi.

Just one moment, detective.

Do you mind if I ask you witnesses a couple of questions?

Seriously.

I got a kid I was supposed to pick up hours ago.

Go for it.

I'm done.

Thank you.

Ladies, my name is Special Agent Frank Ross.

Look, we just want to go home.

I understand.

I do.

I just need a moment of your time.

Do you remember anything?

Anything specific about the gunman who did this?

Two of them were yet.

Yet?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I don't know what a yet is.

Natural locals.

If that broke the neck since you think you've been hearing around sound, it ain't.

That's the thing we call yet.

Okay.

All right.

Which ones were yets?

The vampire and wolf.

Okay.

Thank you.

Thank you.

That's very, very helpful.

Thank you very much.

What about you?

Did you see anything?

Do you remember anything?

Ma'am?

Guns.

All I saw was guns.

I mainly just kept my head down.

I didn't want to make eye contact.

That was smart.

That was very smart.

Okay.

Just breathe.

It's okay.

You're going to be okay.

Excuse me for one moment.

Dad, where are you?

I've been waiting forever.

You're not coming, are you?

Well, I warned you.

Work's always first, right?

Frank.

I should have known.

Just got word.

Car fire.

I chopped the tulips.

Ladies, thank you.

Thank you.

Please don't hesitate to call detective here

if you remember anything at all.

Okay.

All right.

Thank you all again.

Thanks, Agent Ross.

Thank you, ma'am.

Get their details.

Run them all through local, state, NCIC.

What do I do?

You drive.

Who's that?

What's the door, man?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, bro.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You can't bring him in here.

Jamie, this ain't how it works.

Help me, motherfucker.

How's it work?

How's it fucking work?

You fucked the way out of this out, didn't you?

Open your eyes.

I want you to see this.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Come on.

He's as fucked as me.

No, no, no, no.

He's fucking new.

He's fucking new.

You're the only one that fucked the way out of this.

Run, run.

Spoff new.

What?

When it hit the news, I knew I made a call.

N.O.B.D. picked him up yesterday.

Fuck.

Run the other way out.

Smalls didn't know nothing about it.

We don't know what the fuck he done, what he told them.

And we need to wash that shit, ASAP.

Okay, I do.

My guy's out.

Too much blood on it.

Blue blood.

Oh, fuck that.

Fuck that.

Tom will give him another buck.

Tom will give him 10%.

He's out.

I can't forgive my 100%.

Jamie, it's too much heat.

That fucking is cashing a bag.

Right?

Nobody's gonna fucking clean that for us.

Yeah.

There's one guy I can think of that might be able to move that much weight.

And it's Nazi.

And boys, the hit won't be light.

Because he's gonna take 40%, 50% minimum.

I mean, it is what it is, right?

Fuck.

Make the fucking call.

Yes, sir.

Put your fucking guns down.

What the fuck?

There we go.

What the fuck are you doing?

Fuck you.

Fucking piece of shit.

You fucking coward.

You fucking coward.

Daniel, you pissed this little crawler away.

I got fucking tired for this.

Fucking promise me, Jamie.

You promise me.

Get the fuck out of here.

Get the fuck out of here.

I'm gonna fucking kill you.

I'm gonna fucking kill you.

Lord, that psycho motherfucker just killed us.

Fuck, what was I thinking, Jamie?

We should have known better.

We should have known better.

Fuck, Jamie.

June.

June.

The surgery was paid for.

Jamie, we had everything.

Everything is gone now.

What?

What?

What?

Come here.

Listen, hey, we're gonna get through this, okay?

All right?

How?

How?

How do we get through this?

We can't hold it.

All right?

But you can't be here.

We had a plan.

You go home.

You had, like, everything's normal.

You can't be around these guys.

All right?

You need to listen to me.

The FBI's on you.

They talked to you?

Yeah, yeah.

They went to bank for, like, hours.

They talked to everybody.

They're looking for guys from the neighborhood.

They're gonna find you, Jamie.

Listen, what if we just left?

What if we left right now, and you came with me right now,

and we go through June, and we get the fuck out of here?

Stop.

You come with me.

There's one thing that's important.

You go home.

That's it.

Let me work.

Wait.

Trust me.

No, I do.

I can't have this.

You gotta get him out of here.

Jamie, he's gotta go.

Who the fuck am I gonna take you, Phil?

Stay with the Clarence.

We ain't taking the fucking Clarence.

Double bit the ER and hope for the best.

Take my Clarence.

I'm coming with.

What?

Yeah.

No, you're fucking going home.

We just talked about this.

I ain't leaving you here with this fucking psychopath.

Ava.

No way.

I'm not going home.

You know what?

That's a great idea.

Cops ain't looking for no pretty burnout from the channel.

You drive.

I'm not leaving you, son.

This is over with.

You fuck us.

And I will be back tomorrow here where you stand.

We clear?

We're clear.

The surviving assailants are believed to have made off with over $1.5 million.

The New Orleans Police Department, in conjunction with the FBI's elite robbery task force unit,

have begun an extensive manhunt, setting up roadblocks and checkpoints,

effectively shutting down all access points, both in and out of the city.

If you or anyone you know has any information on the whereabouts of these fugitives,

the New Orleans Police Department asks that you contact them immediately,

but do not approach.

The assailants are considered armed and extremely dangerous.

Now let's go to George, who is standing by at University Medical,

awaiting an update on the status of the officer's wounded in today's heinous attack.

Yeah.

Hank, the situation here at the hospital is extremely grim.

Oh, yeah.

And with good reason.

Today's tragic events.

You're nuts.

Got some food on the line that says you know them.

Tell me, tell you, it's really good.

The family members of the officers involved in today's shooting

have gathered here at the hospital, all of them,

desperately seeking information, starting their loved ones.

What you want?

Some arriving still unaware of whether there's one of them.

Yeah, I'm looking at that shit right now.

You some straight up mad motherfuckers right here.

Of the fallen.

Oh, yeah?

Oh, yeah?

It's a very sad day for the city of New Orleans.

It's a good location to dump a car.

We've got 90 only seconds away in the Irish Channel to get lost in right there.

So what's next?

We flex this.

Okay?

So what do we know?

Three shooters.

One's hurting.

Two of them are probably local boys.

All ex-military.

Not just military.

These guys are gun fighters.

We're looking for vets with trigger time in the sandbox.

I'll get Jean to reach out to DOD.

I'll pull Jefferson and Orleans back.

So what exactly was the take?

I walked out with 3 mil, got away with 1.5.

What was the bank in East Calton doing with that much cash?

They just took over the 10th headquarters branch because the CBD location was going through a remodeling.

And today's Thursday?

So they were carrying heavy prepping for distribution to all the other branches.

Cover all those Friday payroll checks.

And how did they know all this?

That's our job.

You mentioned earlier an Edwin Smalls.

That's right.

The rat?

Smalls gave them intel and boards.

What kind of boards?

Some high-end custom stuff designed to trigger the alarm system to shut itself off 15 minutes before the crew at the place.

Okay.

Followed up on that with the bank security firm.

They told me that they found two odd custom boards installed in the master's CPU.

And they're polygraphing the entire staff as we speak.

So if Smalls hadn't talked, they would have gotten away clean?

100%.

I want to speak to this nobody.

This Mr. Edwin Smalls.

Holy shit! Get the fuck out of here!

Come on, call an engine board.

I got you. Come on!

Come on, over here.

Come over here.

Put them over here.

Put them on here.

Sorry about the mess, man.

I've been thinking shit up.

Put them right here.

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Put them right here.

Bullet had them under his armpit.

Have your daughters cut my'...

... his right armpit.

Each other, right armpit,...

... clarence, were the fuckin' blood he...

Hey, just chill out, man!

You got me so fuckin' rattled...

... I can't even think straight!

I got this!

Just let me do my thing.

Clarence?

Who's that?

What the fuck is that?

Come in there.

Ma, it's the pie guy.

He's just dropping off my pepperoni.

But I hate pepperoni!

Yeah, I know.

It's not for you, it's for me.

You said you didn't want any.

That ain't no pie guy!

Ma, just relax, okay?

I'll be in a bit to rub your feet.

Really?

I promise, Ma.

Just watch your program and I'll be in there before it's over.

Yo, what the fuck are you doing?

I need my bag.

What bag?

It's a medical bag.

It's green.

It's about this big.

That's it.

Toss it in.

Now, everybody just give me my space...

... and let me do my thing.

Hey, what's up?

What you got?

He's down.

But it's a shit deal.

30 cents on the dollar.

Fuck, that's 70 percent.

No.

But it's one of those take it or leave a situation.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

But it's one of those take it or leave a situation.

You'll call.

How's it going?

I was sleeping.

Not good.

So how are we going to do this?

This dude has lost a shit ton of blood.

Our guess is the bullet bounced off his shoulder so I can down to his stomach.

His abdomen is distended and he's got a GI bleed.

Yeah, I got time for this, bro.

I don't know what to tell you, bro.

I'm a corpsman, man.

Not a surgeon.

Without real trauma care.

And even if...

I don't know.

That could happen.

It can't happen.

It might go easy for him.

Take it.

Mama?

Yeah, it's all good.

I did my thing and he's in rough shape but the bleeding stopped.

He just needs time to rest.

I don't have time for no rest.

You gotta get him fixed up ASAP.

Get him over to Bill's house.

He can rest when he gets there.

That's what I'm gonna have to say.

Got a deal.

20 minutes.

Maybe we'll know how long the boat's here.

Yeah, let's move.

Let's go.

Yeah.

Hey.

Thank you.

Yeah, man.

Take care of him.

Look, as soon as we're done with this, I'm gonna drop you off on St. Charles.

You're gonna take the street car home.

Why are you coming home?

I don't know.

So this is it?

No, it's not it.

Right, as soon as the heat dies down, I'm gonna sit for you and jump.

You ain't never gonna sit for us.

If you make it out of this, then that's a big if.

You're gonna be running for the rest of your life.

I got a plan.

What plan?

Bolivia.

Bolivia?

I don't even know where the fuck that is, Jamie.

It's in South America.

And there's this big lake down there.

Massive.

Right on the Bolivian, Bolivian line.

Right down the border surrounded by the Andes Mountains.

And in the middle of this big lake, there's this little island.

Called the Outer Soul.

There's no cars, no roads.

Just fishermen and farmers.

Right, you and me and Joan can start a life there.

Just the three of us together.

Jamie.

I love you.

I love you.

Can I go anywhere with you?

Yeah.

You gonna leave him behind?

What's up?

Fuck it. Let's go get our fucking money. Come on.

You real? Who the fuck are you?

I'm nobody.

Plenty, I was just thinking that.

Yo, let's just fucking do this, all right?

Check this shit out.

Yo, brother?

Yeah, I'm good.

Yo, homie, you, uh...

You're a little light, don't you think?

How you figure? That's 500K.

I'm sure it is.

That's 30%?

Yes, it is.

Yo, that's what we agreed to.

What the fuck did you just say?

It was the only fucking deal on the table.

We had no choice.

Well, you think you didn't need to run that by me first?

Do we have a problem?

Yeah, we got a fucking problem. Hold on.

Don't worry about that extra. Just say the word.

Yo, we're good.

All right? Everybody just calm down.

You the smart white boy.

Best get your bitch in line before I drop this dumb ass.

What the fuck did you just say?

What the fuck I said?

Yeah, fuck him.

Come on.

All right.

Okay.

No, you're right. It is what it is, and I apologize.

Hey, you...

Come on. You're gonna miss the best part.

Yep, there you go.

The fuck?

Come on.

Yo, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

Come on.

Oh, God.

I know what I fucking know what.

Oh, shit.

All right, get down.

I thought you were gonna be stupid.

You'll be cool.

Big.

I'll call back later.

Six, six, six, six, seven.

Six, thirty, six, seven.

Six, thirty, six, six, six.

Six, thirty, six, six, six.

Six, thirty, six, seven.

Drop it to me.

Yo, nothing.

Lost.

I don't know how to tell you this.

Tell me what?

The meat went ugly.

Brill's gone.

What do you mean, gone?

Gone.

Like, we was executed.

Knocked off everyone.

Nah.

Not everyone.

I don't know how to tell you this.

Nah.

Not everyone.

Nazi, yo, wait.

Let me explain.

Nah, I can't hear nothing.

What?

How about now?

Nah, still nothing.

Wait, what?

I don't get it.

Because if I could hear you, you'd be an aberration.

But what?

A fucking ghost, nigga.

Like he, you'd be a motherfucking ghost.

At least that's what you're going to be

when Stitch is delivering you to me.

So I can feed you to the fucking alligators.

Bitch ass, nigga.

You heard that?

Yes, sir.

Look, man.

I'm telling you, I ain't want to help him.

Not one damn bit.

But I didn't have no choice.

To put a fucking god to my head.

A god?

Yes, sir.

So right on the side.

Had a shiny pearl handle grippy.

Oh, yeah?

Did it have any engraving in it?

You don't have any?

No.

No.

Did it have any engraving in it?

You don't have that shiny pearl handle.

Yes, sir. Yeah, it did.

Had a grim reaper carved in on it.

Really?

That sound like something you lie about?

Then they put the gun in my mouth

and pulled back the hammer.

Wait, they put it in your mouth?

I thought you said they put it to your head.

Look, he put it to my head and then in my mouth.

All right, then the crazy some bitches

start arguing about which one was going to get to pull the trigger.

Holy shit.

I swear from god.

Can you believe that shit?

No.

No, I don't.

Who are you?

Have you ever heard of the Pinocchio effect?

No.

Pokey no effect.

No, no.

Pinocchio.

You know, the cute wooden puppet

that wished he was a real boy?

Every time he told a lie, his nose would grow.

Man, I told you. I swear from god.

What do I have to gain lying to you?

You see, Edwin.

Mind I call you Edwin?

You see, the Pinocchio effect

is when someone's lying,

they know they're lying.

So they're working as hard as they can

to convince you that they ain't.

They start babbling and going on.

Start spitting out more details,

more words than necessary.

You know, shit like,

you think I lie about something like that?

Or what I'd have to gain lying to y'all?

Hope.

I mean, what do you think I'm lying about?

Everything.

For one, a Glock's a polymer pistol.

It's plastic.

You can't add grips to it,

especially no pearl handled ones.

And second,

it's a strike a fire.

Hammerless.

Which means there's no hammer to pull back on,

dumbass.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

You about to have a stroke or something?

I have neither the time nor the

crayons to explain all this to you.

But I'm gonna give it a go anyway.

What you're unaware of is,

early this afternoon,

those crazy son bitches

that you supplied the intel and the

rewards to,

pull the North Hollywood shootout.

They murdered six officers

and put another in critical condition.

Which makes you

an accessory to, at minimum,

six counts of capital murder.

Now you're realizing the gravity of your situation.

All right, look, I

had no fucking idea,

all right?

They were supposed to go in on a prowl,

before. Look, I had no idea

they were gonna kill no one, all right?

I should have stayed in Louisiana

and would really appreciate that explanation.

What the fuck, man?

Yeah.

Yeah, that's about right.

Look.

All right, look, look.

What can I do, all right? Tell me, tell me what can I do?

Tell me about your customers.

These guys that put you in this hole.

Okay, it was, uh,

it was two white dudes.

I think they might have been brothers.

How'd you come to that conclusion?

They kept calling each other bro and shit.

What are you fucking ran, man?

Who do you know in the city don't call each other bro?

It was different than that, all right?

I felt like they were brothers, all right?

They kind of looked alike. Okay, okay?

This is good. Tell me more about these brothers.

All right, uh, they, uh,

the younger one was the smart one.

Okay?

Okay, and, and, and

the older one was the main one.

What made the smarter one smart?

He was just all about business.

When I know the details, you know, very, very,

very specific about the details.

And the mean one?

He was bad news.

You know, it's a wild eyes.

He's the type of guy

that's looking for any excuse to hurt someone.

All right, he told me

if I read it on him,

he'd find me and leave me

twitching in my own pile of shit.

And he was very, very specific

about the pile of shit.

Okay, okay. I believe you.

Keep going.

Okay, uh,

the smart one had, uh,

St. Jude pinion

around his neck.

And, uh,

the mean one had a

Marine Corps tattoo.

It's a Simplify.

We're heading right now, man.

What did the tattoo say?

It said, Simplify something

on bottom and share it in something on top.

Say what?

It said, uh, Simplify on bottom.

No, no, no, the name.

Oh, share it in right or something.

I remember, I remember because of the tank, okay?

That mean something to you?

You're safe.

So should I have a lawyer here or something?

No, I'm up.

I'm going to drop everything and run two names for him.

Listen,

I understand how and why you built the boys,

but how did you know about the Thursday deposits?

And how did you know

that branch was temping as the headquarter branch?

I don't know nothing about no

headquarter branch and no Thursday deposit either.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay.

Send me that right now.

This them? Yeah, yeah, yeah. Fuck yeah, that's them.

Look, that's the main one, and that's the smart one.

Man, what's that mean? What about me?

Man, what the fuck, man?

Are we good?

Michael Mick Sheridan and Jamie James Sheridan.

Irish right trash on the channel.

I popped Mick and his younger brother years ago

on an Aga Salt. They damn they killed the guy.

The brother walked from Mick that sent up the Angola for seven years.

Both the ex-marines from the sandbox.

All right, get a bulletin' out to all of our agencies.

Get these photos to the media, ASAP.

Got it. Any word back on the bank employees?

Not yet. I'll rattle Jean's cage again, though.

Follow up now.

What happened?

Mayor Caput. That's what the fall cap.

What is she talking about?

And Jamie,

why do you have all the money?

I made a move. We had to dump them.

You got any idea who that was?

That was real wings.

Nuzzi's brother.

We are so dead.

We're fine. Yo, we're better than fine.

Everybody's shares got a serious fucking bump.

Where are we at with the out?

Hey, the passports, where are we at?

What's the matter?

You're not gonna be happy until we're all dead anyway, right?

What?

Look, I get it, Mick.

You've always wanted that warrior's death.

Well, I ain't afraid to die,

and no, I know.

We all know.

If we do get out of this,

we go out separate ways.

We're never gonna see each other again.

Bro, don't bro me.

Hey, you ain't thinking straight.

I've never been more clear in my whole life.

Every pile of shit I've ever stepped in is because of you, Mick.

Who got you the money for June?

Who got you out of Hellman province?

How many beans I took for you from our old man?

Do you want me?

No.

After tonight, the debt's paid.

Hey, I'm your fucking brother.

What that don't mean under you?

It's about her, ain't it?

You're gonna let that fucking bitch come between us?

Say that again.

What?

The bitch?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, bro!

It's not just, baby. I was just about to call you.

Two local men have been identified as shooters in today's brutal bank robbery.

Their names are Michael Sheridan, 41 years of age,

and his brother James Sheridan, 35 years.

Both own extensive rap sheets.

Both men are former United States Marines,

having served deployments in both Iraq and Afghanistan.

The FBI Robbery Task Force Unit is said to be closing in on them

as we report to you this evening.

All right, so I just got off the line with Jean.

Something did pop.

One of those bank tellers, that pretty brunette,

Eva Rashodo, she grew up in an Irish channel.

She only had a couple of dings in her sealed Judy record.

Such as?

Petty theft at 13 and a PI at 15.

There's more. I told you, Jean was digging.

So he pulls the bank accounts on all of them.

And she's got over 75 grand in deposits.

Three weeks after they pulled that job of metering.

So you follow the money?

All digital. Something called Secret Angels.

It's one of those anonymous sites where you crowdfund sad stories.

Now all the money did go to pay to hospital bills,

and nothing else looks suspicious.

She's still carrying her house and her car note,

but those dates matching up like that,

that just makes for one hell of a coincidence.

Hey, give us. Which work?

You ain't heard?

Or what?

Narconics on the scene.

They got six bankers on the ground in Central City.

Looks like it's Nussie's crew.

How'd they figure?

Your boy Brill's one of them.

When does that happen?

Shit, bodies ain't even cold yet.

I gotta roll.

What's a Brill?

Only the little brother to the biggest gangsta in the world.

Really?

Yeah.

Big enough gangsta to wash 1.5 mil?

He'd definitely be on the list.

Where can we find this Nussie?

He's got a club over on magazine.

Show me.

Show me.

Jamie.

Jamie.

Jamie.

Jamie.

Yo, yo, okay?

Jamie.

Yo, you okay?

Jamie.

Roll.

Hey, yo.

Yo, you good?

You okay?

Jamie, fuck, I'm so fucking sorry, bro.

Roll.

I'm so fucking sorry.

I got this, bro.

I gotta do it.

I'm not telling you it was me.

This ain't getting it, man.

No matter what you say, they're just gonna kill us anyway.

Eva.

Eva.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

Hey, bro.

It wasn't them, it was me.

It was all me.

Was that right?

Hey.

Hey, there's more money than this.

A lot more money.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Just let her go.

Yeah, this one?

Yeah.

Even trades.

Fuck.

Hey.

Hey.

Come on, man.

Hey.

Even fucking trade, man.

Million cash.

I stashed it.

No, it ain't gonna happen.

Come on, what the fuck's wrong with you?

It's a million dollars.

No, it ain't.

Billy already told me what you lifted.

That's all you got right there.

Plus my boy's stitches over there.

That motherfucker got something wicked for her.

Don't run, princess.

Hey, you're a motherfucker.

It was me

that dumped your little bitch-ass brother.

Oh, yeah, you should have hurt him.

Beg me.

Went for crying like a little fucking bitch.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You fucking bitch.

I touched him that 45 in his mouth.

Hey, you're homing him.

You know anything about the terminal effects of contact shots?

No.

It's a big word.

You see, with the terminal effects of contact shots,

the body absorbs all the discharge from the ground.

Not just the fucking bullet.

And all those gases expanding that fucking fast.

Ooh.

That's some savage ugly shit, bro.

You had to trust me on this one.

Your little brother, Brill,

that's gonna be a close casket.

No.

No, I smell the vapors of hell on you, boy.

You good.

But you're not gonna play me.

No, I'm not.

I'm gonna...

I'm gonna savor the moment.

I got plans for you.

Take my time.

Make it a few nights even.

You see that contain over there?

I know y'all been wondering what that is all night, huh?

That's a hundred gallons of sulfuric acid.

Turn a man in the soup in minutes.

Real wicked shit.

Yeah, I got that from my Mexican friends.

They got it going on.

Hey, yo, Stitches.

Let's show these fools a little demo right quick.

Get they fucking mind right.

Hey, yo, Stitches.

Let's show these fools a little demo right quick.

Get they fucking mind right.

I just want you to know it's about to get real noise in here.

Real noise.

No, no, no, no. God, no, please.

Wait, wait, wait.

Jamie, help me.

Come on, man.

There's more money.

Stop them. Jamie, Jamie.

You like to do this.

No, no, no.

No, no, fucking no.

No.

Take that motherfucker.

Take it.

You motherfucker, I'm gonna fucking murder you.

That's what I'm talking about.

It's how you get a party started.

You're gonna wish you murdered me first.

So the jet tells me,

you're the brothers.

You're the younger brother.

Am I wrong?

Hey, Stitches.

Let me have a go at it.

No, man, do something, man, do something.

No, no, no, no, no.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

No, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no.

That's what the fuck you wanted, huh?

Hey.

Shut the fuck up.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Talk about days you're not fucking born.

Did I tell you you were gonna wish you killed me first?

Don't shoot.

Come on.

We gotta separate.

What?

Take her.

Take her and go.

Go.

Go.

Go.

Go.

Are you in?

Are you in?

Are you in?

Are you in?

Are you in?

Are you in?

Are you in?

All units, we're receiving multiple calls of 94s at 961 St. Mary Street.

Call our states.

Sounds like automatic gunfire.

That's Nussies Place.

It's 10 minutes away.

Let's go.

Freeze.

Put the gun down.

Hey, put it down.

Put it down.

Come on, man.

You don't want to do this.

Put it down.

Think about you and kill me.

Don't be stupid.

Now.

That's it.

Slowly.

Good.

Now step back.

Let me see your waistband.

Pull up your shirt.

Now put them on the ground.

Kick them to me.

Ma'am, you back up till I say stop.

Okay.

Back.

Back.

Stop.

Yes, sir.

You.

To your knees.

To your knees.

Six thirty six headquarters.

Six thirty six.

Go ahead.

I got a white male.

I'm at the corner of Laurel.

Second Street.

Sucking matches.

This rips you to one of the shooters

from the bowl out from the bank.

This blocks the way.

Come on, Nico.

Just get us there.

Go.

Just go.

You're going to fry for what you did today.

And I'm going to reserve a front roast.

Wait.

Wait.

Wait.

Wait.

Why'd you do that, bro?

Because I love you, bro.

Look at me.

Look at me, Jamie.

Look at me.

Hey, hey.

Take cover.

Hey, wait a minute.

Come on, Jamie.

Come on.

No, no, no.

One away.

Shots fired.

Subject cleaning off foot.

Twelve hundred block.

We advise.

Playing both offices in pursuit.

Let's go.

FBI six twenty five.

Addison search.

Neitherrical.

Billy, Billy.

Billy.

Wake up.

Wake up.

Wake up.

Jamie.

Yeah.

Come on.

Come on.

Get away from the block.

Get up.

Get up.

Move, move.

Jamie.

Come on now or I'll head to be on the beam.

Come on, start your game.

pew經, pew, pew.

Go, go, go, go, go, go.

Go, go, go.

To the gate!

What the fuck?

Get the fuck out of my house!

That's me and I!

Move, move, stay down!

He's hit.

You got eyes on him?

No.

You?

Negative.

I got eyes on him.

You?

Negative.

I got eyes on him.

Niko!

Y'all go right.

I got eyes on him.

I got eyes on him.

I got eyes on him.

He's got to be in a safe area.

Good shot.

He can't be far.

Take left.

All right.

Head on the swivel.

That blood.

That move, pal!

Back up!

Back the fuck up!

Drop it, pal!

Drop the fucking gun!

No, I got him.

Take the shot, Mike.

Take it.

Take the shot.

Hey, Mikey, you got a shot?

You should take it.

Take it!

Fuck off.

Fuck.

Suspect down.

Suspect down.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Where's your brother?

He's dead.

He's fucking dead.

He's dead.

Officers need an ambulance.

This ain't no fun, Zeus.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Don't you know how much love will come?

Every day.

Every day.

Every day.

I'm gonna take care of her.

I love you so much.

So fucking much.

I love you too, Jamie.

God, I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

What's he looking for?

Somebody went in here trying to find y'all teeth

or something I can ID him by before he completely dissolves.

I recognize this glob of shit.

It's the one I tattooed at the bank.

You sure?

Absolutely.

So they don't need the brother?

Sir?

You guys wanna take a look at this?

You guys wanna take a look at this?

I mean anything to you?

I guess that means you wasn't lying.

How that's about?

Silver.

Noble metals don't react to sulfuric acid.

Honey?

Good afternoon, Miss Richotto.

Do you remember me?

Special Agent Ross.

Yes.

Are you alright?

Yeah.

I'm fine.

Yeah, I'm fine.

Oh, I just slipped on some water getting out the shower.

Ouch.

Yeah, yeah.

You mind if I come in?

I just have a few follow-up questions for you.

Yeah, yeah, sure.

Yeah, thank you.

What a beautiful baby.

Hey.

So, how is she doing?

I heard that she had a surgery recently.

Last spring.

She's doing good.

Doctors say she's probably going to be fine.

Oh, that's good to hear.

Hey.

Hey.

Congenital heart disorder.

I heard that surgery is very expensive

to cover all those costs.

We were blessed.

We crowdfunded.

And a lot of generous people came to our rescue.

But you already knew that, didn't you, Special Agent?

He just said we.

We were blessed.

Yeah, that's right.

Me and my mother were blessed.

Yeah, that's right.

Me and my baby.

That was incredibly generous.

And the donors, they're all anonymous.

Yeah, that's how it works.

People can really surprise you.

And the father?

He's not around anymore while he's gone.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

Some things just aren't meant to be.

You know, I.

I have.

A little girl, too.

Well, not too little anymore.

She's beautiful.

Yeah, I think so, too.

But she has a sadness in her eyes.

You see it, too.

Yeah, that's on me.

You know, her mother and I were just a really bad match.

A bad match that caused my daughter a lot of pain.

All I can do now is hope that doesn't scar her too badly.

Can I give you a piece of advice?

You seem like a smart man.

A good man, even.

There's something you ain't figured out yet.

Really?

Yeah, my daddy, he's been a lifetime letting me down.

But it don't matter because he's still my daddy.

Every little girl needs one.

It's just how it is.

Yeah, it may take us a while to figure that out,

but we always do.

And really, your job is simple.

Do what you can to own your shit.

Try to make up for it and just wait for her.

Wait for her?

Yeah.

Wait.

That's it.

Don't ever give up.

Is that what your father did?

Wait?

No.

He didn't.

You said that

the only option you had was to give up.

That ain't the way I see it.

You could just choose to leave your ex where she should be in the past

and focus on starting over with your daughter.

You know,

that's really excellent advice.

You know,

that's really excellent advice.

Well,

it's been lovely chatting with your special agent, most.

I hope you have a better day.

Good luck, Mrs. Ruchoto.

Hey.

Thank you.

Thank you.

How'd that go?

It went.

What about her?

Bad guys are dead.

All the money's recovered.

It's over.

Yeah, we could charge her, absolutely ruin her.

And her daughter would probably get put in the system.

I'll be in the car.

I'll be there.

I'll be there.

Hi.

It's a beautiful day.

I got somebody I want you to meet.

Somebody real special.

Come on.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.