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Frank:
You tell your kids there's
no such thing as the bogeyman.

Tell them not to be scared
of the thing under the bed.

[ Whimpering ]

Bet you never
even bother to check.

You should.

[ Crying ]

Because there are
monsters out there,

red in tooth and claw.

[ Screams ]

[ Gunshot ]

You okay?

Yeah, just, uh --
Just dozed off.

Sorry.

Here she comes.

Hey, Lara.

This is my friend Rebecca,
the one I told you about.

Hey.

[ Eastern European accent ]
I can't believe I'm doing this.

You're gonna be all right.
I promise.

How can you say that?

You're setting me up
with this, uh, waitress job

because you want them
to find me.

And we're gonna be with you
the whole time, okay?

As soon as Koslov sends
his enforcers after you,

Frank takes them out,
then we move on to Koslov.

You don't know Koslov.

What he's capable of.

He's a monster.

Monsters are our specialty.

**

[ Door opens, bells jingle ]

Oh, I took the liberty.

I was expecting
somebody smaller.

He's a December baby.

Thanks.

Look around.
What do you see?

Cop's greatest enemy's
here in this diner.

And we're surrounded.

Heart disease?

Cellphone cameras.

Public catches a snippet
of video on the news,

and they're like
the kid who stumbles into

his parents' bedroom
one night and freaks out,

thinks Daddy's killing Mommy.

'Cause he's got no context
for what he's seeing.

Oh, and you can try
to explain it to him.

"Daddy's not hurting Mommy.

He's just giving Mommy
one of those special hugs

that hold our whole
damn marriage together."

The damage is done.

Which is why
I always carry this.

[ Click ]

Woman: My phone just died.
That's so weird.

Man: I know. Mine's out.

Disrupter.

We used them to stop the hajis
from triggering IEDs.

You're violating
federal law.

I know.
Bitchin', right?

Why here?

[ Door opens, bells jingle ]

'Cause here,
there be monsters, Kyle.

Those two morlocks
at your nine o'clock.

Big bastard's
Vladimir Zinchenko.

Zinchenko's
a former Spetnaz officer

in the employ of Alexi Koslov.

Koslov runs
the Russian mob in L.A. --

extortion, dope,
murder for hire,

sex trafficking.

Koslov keeps a stable of foreign
women below his nightclub,

enslaved with drugs,
coercion, violence.

Calls it a youth hostel.

If you already know
all this,

why is it that no one's
ever made a case against Koslov?

'Cause no one
will testify.

Whenever one of Koslov's girls
escape, it's Zinchenko's job

to track her down
and make an example of her.

Our waitress.

Her name's Lara.

We set her up with a job here
where she'd be easy to find.

Then we tipped
Zinchenko off.

She's bait?

She's agreed to help us
take Koslov down,

and taking Zinchenko
out of the equation
is the first step.

Don't be an idiot.

Arrest them now,
all we have is intent.

Zinchenko takes a plea
and spends the next 18 months

blasting his lats up
at Folsom,

then he's back out
on the street.

Only, now the son of a bitch
knows our tactics.

Stand down.

Wait until Zinchenko makes
his move before we jam him.

We're gonna end up
in a gunfight.

That's the general idea.

That's an execution.

That's why you killed
all the cellphones.

We don't execute people.

We engage them during the
commission of a violent crime

and just kind of let nature
take its course.

With all these people
in the crossfire?

Like I said before,
don't miss.

You're insane.

I'm not waiting for this thing
to turn into a massacre.

LAPD!
Drop your weapons!

Don't!
No, do. Please.

[ Eastern European accent ]
I have permit.

Private security.

[ Scoffs ]

And who told you
splashing cologne on your junk

counts as a bath?

He doesn't
speak English.

Oh, I read him
loud and clear.

I'm starting to think
he might have

a nonverbal
learning disorder.

You seem
to have trouble

interpreting
people's social cues.

For instance, when one
of the other kids at the pool

looks at you like that,
it means he wants you

to kick him
in his bathing-suit area.

[ Screaming ]

What the hell happened?

Clarence Thomas here
just blew mud.

I told you
to cut him loose, Frank.

He doesn't belong here.

[ Handcuffs click ]
Tommy: Let's go.

I'll be out
in few hours.

Maybe I come back
for some pie.

[ Laughs ]

[ Bells jingle ]

Is this true?
Are they getting out?

[ Door closes, bells jingle ]

**

[ Siren wails,
police radio chatter ]

**

You know what,
Dudley Do-Right?

I got an idea.

Why don't I just drop your ass
off down at DARE Division,

and you can put on that
McGruff the Crime Dog costume

and talk to the kids about
the dangers of huffing?

I mean,
son of a bitch, Kyle.

Exactly what part
of "stand down"

did you not understand?

Your plan put Lara,
put everyone in that diner

right in the line of fire.

What the hell happened
to "serve and protect," Frank?

I'm not the one who put Lara
in the line of fire. You did.

'Cause now Koslov knows
she's been talking to the cops.

So you're gonna what,
Detective Craig?

Huh?

Ask Lara to testify
against the Russian mob?

You might as well just put
a bullet in her yourself.

So, are you gonna tell me
where we're headed,

or is it another surprise?

RHD requested we respond
to a homicide scene.

So do me a favor --
Keep your mouth shut,

and try not to step
in any blood.

See, there was this running back
in Brentwood --

Yeah.

I'm familiar.

Valeria:
Robbery gone wrong --

or right, depending on
your point of view.

Victims were all Los Muertos.

Probably a bad joke
in there somewhere.

"Los Muertos son muertos" --
something like that.

I know these guys.

They make MS-13
look like the Mouseketeers.

Yep.

Whoever did this skipped
the dope and took the cash.

DCF.
DCF?

"Did the city a favor."

Los Muertos beefing
with anybody?

Funny you should ask.

Somebody hit a Southside Trece
pad about a week ago,

killed everybody inside,

relieved them
of their ill-gotten gains.

So you think
that lick was Los Muertos

and this one
was payback.

Exactly.

Which means my clearance rate's
gonna go through the roof.

Clearance rate?

These guys would
step on their mother

to get a murder-suicide.

It's a twofer.

Clear two homicides
just for showing up.

[ Camera shutter clicking ]

Seems pretty precise
for gangbangers.

I'm gonna clear those homicides
on these bodies,

because there's
an extremely high probability

that these guys
were actually responsible.

Sounds like you got this one
all figured out.

What do you need me for?

Because one of them
wasn't a gangbanger.

He was an undercover DEA agent
named Refugio Garza.

He's been imbedded
with Los Muertos for months.

Brave man.

They tell me
he was a hard charger,

well-liked by his peers.

He had a wife and family.

So either wrong place,
wrong time,

or their whole op-sec
just got blown.

And we need to find out
which it is.

Because
if it is the latter,

then the DEA needs to pull
their people out of the field

before they end up
like Garza.

What the hell happened
back there?

It's nothing. I'm okay.

Like hell you are.

You don't keep secrets
from your partner.

That's a good way
to get us both killed.

We're not partners, Frank.

We're mutually assured
destruction.

[ Up-tempo hip-hop plays ]

* Here we go, here we go,
here we go, here we go *

[ Chuckles ]
You suck.

Yeah?

How about I put a silver bullet
up your ass, homey?

Straight up, dawg.

All you kids, man,
get the hell up out of here.

Here you go. Pleasure
doing business with you.

I never thought
I'd say this, Moreno,

but this is beneath
even you.

Now, Frank,
you're always trying to crush

an entrepreneurial spirit,
huh, man?

[ Chuckles ]

Keep the young
businessman down.

There you go.

You know, there's a word
for people like you.

Just learned this
yesterday, homeboy.

Yeah. Repugnant, man.

Where -- Where's
your empathy, brother?

It's because of you
that I'm in this

repugnant-ass situation
as it is, anyways.

Don't you know I got kids
to feed, probably?

I got bills to pay --

Hey, Optimus Dime-Bag,

put a sock in it for a second
and listen.

A Los Muertos transport
got hit last night.

Yeah? So?

I'm not your Huggy Bear,
Frank.

One of the guys killed was
an undercover DEA agent.

And the department thinks
it was your homeys

in Southside Trece
who killed him.

And that's no bueno,
Gummy Bear.

Yo, Frank,
I swear it wasn't us, man.

Who, then?

It was El Cucuy.

The bogeyman.

Ghost story.
Urban legend.

Somebody's shipment
gets jacked,

and they all say
El Cucuy did it,

like saying,
"The dog ate my homework."

Just more of these idiots
killing each other.

No, it was him.

He got us last week,

and then they zapped
Los Muertos last night.

And you know
when we kill somebody,

we put it on the map,
homeboy.

You know that, right?

They're making a statement.

El Cucuy --
He's like a ninja, Holmes.

Frank!

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

[ Screams ]

She's gone.

Name's Artemis.

You know
if she got a boyfriend?

She's a sicaria --
a professional --

and she doesn't
come cheap.

Bullets mushroom
against a Kevlar vest.

Broadheads go right through,
and no ballistics.

Cop killers.

She's after us.

It doesn't make sense,
Frank.

Why would Los Muertos
want to stop us

from catching
whoever murked their homeys?

I think I might know.

I'm taking this toilet baby on
a little fact-finding mission.

Better if I handle this one
on my own.

What are you gonna do?

You don't want to know.

**

* Unh, unh

[ Indistinct conversations,
man rapping in Spanish ]

Hey, you guys lose a dog?

Found this little fella
running around the park

and put a leash on him
for you.

He really took to it.

Bet you're a real surgeon
with that thing, huh?

Probably thinking you'd take
my hand off at the wrist

before I pull this pin.

Really want to chance it,
Cobra Kai?

I think you're bluffing,
viejo.

[ Grunting frantically ]

You better listen
to your homey here.

Don't misunderestimate me,
turd blossom.

I'm a problem drinker
on the wrong side of 50

with four alimony payments

and prostate's
the size of a papaya.

I never left a beer behind,

never passed
on a second helping of bacon,

and I haven't put on a condom
since 1993.

Guys like me
don't die in bed, mijo.

We go out
in a blaze of glory.

So if it's
Wile E. Coyote time,

hey, I'm ready
to rock the Casbah.

How about you?

Man: Calmate.

There's already a long line
of people in this town

that want me dead.

You put
a green light on me

the day after your shipment
got hit.

That's a hell
of a coincidence.

Way I figure it,
that was you

doing a little
light housekeeping last night.

Those gangbangers
in that lowrider were skimming,

so you killed your own guys.

Then you found out one of them
was an undercover fed,

so now
you're covering your tracks,

taking me out before
I get to the bottom of it.

That about right?

You gonna come at me
like that?

Call me Judas
in my own place.

Well, you did
just try to kill me.

And don't try shoveling me
that El Cucuy crap.

I'm not buying it.

When I was a boy,
my mother used to warn us --

"Behave yourselves, or El Cucuy
will come and carry you off."

I cursed at my mother
once.

[ Reptile hisses ]
Shh.

And that night, El Cucuy
reached out from under my bed

and caressed my feet
with his claws.

I felt it.

But you and I both know
that he is a flesh-and-blood.

Don't we, Frank?

San Pedro, 1996.

Not many of us left
who remember, but I do.

The Snakehead
running girls out of Macau --

They called him
Broken Claw.

[ Gunshot ]

Someone killed everyone
in that warehouse,

took the money,
and freed those girls.

Anyone bad enough
to take on Broken Claw --

well, whoever he was,
he had to be a monster.

We started calling him
El Cucuy.

That was a long time ago.

I'm not your bogeyman,
Baron.

But I'm here to tell you,
if you don't call off

that hottie
with the crossbow,

I'm gonna be waiting
in your closet one night,

and you're gonna make
a hell of a ghost story.

[ Breathing shakily ]

[ Indistinct talking ]

[ Grunts ]

Buenos noches.

[ Pin clicks ]

[ Muffled screaming ]

Army surplus
down the street.

[ Pin clacks ]

[ People screaming ]

[ Siren wailing ]

Where's Frank?

Whizzing on
the Constitution.

What's going on?

What do you think, asshat?
Habeas Corpus.

Koslov's attorney just
kicked us in the teeth,

and Zinchenko
and his buddy Bogdan

are free to be
you and me.

Tommy: D.A. said
she had no choice.

They both got
concealed-carry permits.

Their story is,
they only pulled their weapons

'cause they spotted you
acting squirrelly

and thought a robbery
was about to go down.

Racist Russian mobsters.
Nice.

[ Footsteps approach ]

[ Eastern European accent ]
Lara.

When you disappeared,
we feared the worst.

But you're safe now.
That's all that matters.

I thank you
for your assistance

in finding my darling Lara
for me.

She's not going anywhere
with you.

[ Speaks Russian ]

Another time.

Anytime.

But not a police station.

No, not a police station.

Can't we put her
in witness protection?

Witness protection
is for witnesses.

Look at her.

You really think Lara's gonna
point out Koslov in a courtroom?

There has to be something
we can do for her.

We had our shot,
and you screwed it up.

If you'd gone along
with the program,

Zinchenko would be
out of the picture

and on his way to prison.

Or, better yet,
cooling on a slab.

This one's on you, Kyle.

Mahalo.

So -- So, what am I
supposed to do now?

We'll figure it out.
I promise.

Meantime, um...

Meantime, you can stay with me
at my place.

Lockhart:
This whole city --

Hell, this whole country
is dry tinder.

We are one scandal away
from a full-scale apocalypse,

and Frank Rourke
is still out there

riding around
like it's 1987.

More like 1887.

I thought
I made myself clear.

I need hard evidence
of Frank Rourke's corruption.

Your report is very thin --
suspiciously so.

I didn't ask
for this assignment.

I was perfectly happy pushing
a black-and-white around.

This whole undercover operation
was your idea.

And if my report is thin,

it's because Frank is careful
in front of me --

because I'm already burned.

He knew.

This was never an undercover
operation at all, was it?

It's a chess game
between you and Frank.

Kyle, I'm counting on you
to take him down

before he takes the whole
department down with him.

Hey.

Did Frank mention anything
about your father's homicide?

No, ma'am.

Why?

Well, he may try to use
your father's murder

to manipulate you.

I wouldn't put it past him.

But letting Frank Rourke
into your head

is like inviting a vampire
into your home.

Once he crosses
the threshold --

well,
then it's too late.

[ Elevator bell dings ]

[ Elevator bell dings ]

Hey.

Hey.

How was your meeting
with Lockhart?

[ Elevator bell dings ]

She brought me in to tell me
she was recommending me

for the Medal of Valor
for that thing with the baby.

Hmm. Wow.

Probably be
saluting you soon.

I doubt it.

I don't know
who the hell you are

or how you wormed your way
into this unit,

but if I find out
you're Internal Affairs

out to get Frank?

[ Chuckles ]

Next time it pops off out there,
in all that chaos and confusion,

I'm gonna make
a tragic mistake.

Are you actually
threatening me?

[ Elevator bell dings ]
Oh, I'm sorry.

Did I not
make myself clear?

**

* From the depths of the "D"

* Back to the LAX

* It's "P" live
on them blazed-out tricks *

What'd you find out?

I don't think
anybody got onto Garza.

Just bad luck.

Moreno was right
about El Cucuy.

Half right, anyway.

I thought you said El Cucuy
was just a ghost story.

I think there is
somebody out there

preying on gangbangers.

He's disciplined, professional,
and he's smart.

He hits rival gangs

and makes the second hit
look like a retaliation.

Detectives clear the homicides
from the first hit

on the bodies
of the second,

whole department writes it off
as gang violence,

and El Cucuy
just keeps on killing.

But why did Los Muertos
come after you?

That was just
a misunderstanding.

[ Groans ]

We good?

Yeah. We're good.

Seen this?

I took the picture.

What the hell
are we gonna do?

What we always do --
drive on.

They were gangbangers, Wilcox.

It's not like
they're an endangered species.

But lead poisoning
is an occupational hazard

in their line of work.

[ Gunshot ]

[ Silenced gunshots ]

We killed a fed, guys!

Keep your voice down.

All right,
deep breaths, everybody.

Look, we're all sorry
about Agent Garza.

He was a brave man
in a high-risk profession.

God knows this country
could use more men like him.

[ Silenced gunshot ]

We all agreed we'd only do this
if we could remain invisible,

and as long as our casualties
were gangbangers, we were.
Man: We're clear.

Go on. Let's move.

Beautiful. Let's go.

We had a good run.

We're still playing
with house money.

We can walk away right now.

What about Margin Call?

You expect us
to just walk away

after two years
of planning and preparation?

I said we can walk away,

or we can nut up
and finish what we started.

We're gonna step up
the timetable on Margin Call.

When's kickoff?

Tonight.

Now, I've already
made my decision,

but it's got to be
unanimous.

I'm sorry, boss.

I just don't have
the stomach for this anymore.

Of course. I understand.

But you got to understand
I got to do what I have to

to protect my family.

See, we could get arrested
anytime,

and I don't want my kids
waking up to the sound

of flashbangs
in the living room.

And, Stephen, brother,

I'm no longer convinced
you can hold your mud.

[ Grunts ]
[ Blood trickling ]

[ Grunts ]

There.

Now it's unanimous.

Is this all yours?

If you're asking
if I live alone,

the answer is yes.

I thought maybe
that other police, uh...

the pretty one?

Tommy?

No.

We're partners.

[ Chuckles ]

I didn't mean to pry.

It's just, uh, growing up,
my whole family --

grandparents,
aunts, uncles --

we live in a place
half this size.

Well, you're welcome to
stay here as long as you like.

Seriously.

Why are you doing this?

Helping me?

Because you need it.

And because a long time ago,
somebody helped me.

Thank you.

But it won't matter.

Koslov will find me.

No, he won't.

Koslov's time will come.

Meantime, Frank's got a guy
in MacArthur Park.

He'll hook you up
with I.D., credit cards.

I've got
nowhere else to go.

Lara, this is
a really big country,

with a lot of nice people
in it.

You can go anywhere.

Koslov's place --
all of it -- just --

just put it
in your rearview.

Did you?

[ Gunshots ]

[ Whimpering ]

It's okay.
It's okay, honey.

There's still 11 girls
in there.

Aneta, the --
the girl I room with,

she's only 17.

We'll find a way
to get them out.

[ Siren wailing ]

Frank: Ghost story.
Urban legend.

Somebody's shipment
gets jacked,

and they all say
El Cucuy did it,

like saying,
"The dog ate my homework."

[ Sighs ]

Kyle: But why did Los Muertos
come after you?

That was just
a misunderstanding.

What --

Relax.

I'm not here to kill you.

You're still under arrest.
Please.

What is this,
some kind of fetish thing?

This is
professional courtesy.

Turns out
we're after the same man.

I don't want to hurt you.

Oh, that's so sweet.

Turns out before El Cucuy
hit Los Muertos last night,

he hit another crew
from Southside Trece.

Yeah. I know.

Both crews were acting as
couriers through Alexi Koslov.

So this isn't about
Southside Trece or Los Muertos.

It's about the Russians?

[ Chuckles ]

But why are you
telling me this?

Because my target's El Cucuy,
and I want another shot at him.

Tommy: Looks like
Artemis was telling the truth.

Three more places
got hit last night --

all legitimate fronts
owned by our buddy Koslov.

Made off
with at least 400 grand.

Trigger discipline,
no civilian casualties.

Preliminary ballistics
line up.

It's definitely the same
suspects who killed Agent Garza.

They're beating
the bushes,

trying to provoke a reaction
out of Koslov.

He's got a dozen legitimate
fronts in this town --

maybe more.

A couple hundred grand
in each spot on any given day.

They can't hit them all.

He doesn't have to --
not anymore.

After last night,

he's gonna be moving
all his cash -- millions --

to one secure location.

One big score.

His nightclub.

Nobody's getting in there.

[ Cellphone ringing ]
Apparently,
El Cucuy thinks he can.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

This is Rourke.

Where?

Valeria: Dive team just fished
a body out of Echo Park Lake.

Hadn't been in there long --
a day, maybe less.

Stephen Wilcox.

Frank: You think
he's connected to our case?

Wilcox installs
commercial alarms --

burglary, fire,
motion detectors.

We recovered this
from his wallet.

Looks like
an alarm system schematic.

That's exactly
what I thought.

And look at the address
in the corner.

Koslov's nightclub.

What's the other number --
2315?

Alarm code, maybe.

Wilcox was a former
private military contractor

for Black Paladin.

I ran into some of those
Paladin guys over there.

Pretty high-speed.

Frank.

It was right there
in front of me.

The fields of fire,
precision and restraint.

Before Garza, they'd never
had a civilian casualty

because they had
strict rules of engagement.

[ Silenced gunshots ]

These guys
have been in combat.

2315 is not an alarm code.

It's military time.

11:15 p.m.

And now we know
they recon their targets,

and they probably do
an after-action report,

see if their tactics
can be improved upon.

Which means somebody was
at the crime scene yesterday

watching us.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Tommy: Here are the crime-scene
photos of the alley.

Could be anyone.

Bring up the Southside Trece hit
from last week.

He's with the media --

or pretends to be.

Nothing suspicious about
a reporter at a crime scene.

If he's surveilling us,

he's gonna want pictures,
videos.

A photographer.

There.

Why him?

'Cause he's alone
and invisible.

Almost.

And because he looks like
he could kill somebody

with his bare hands.

Rebecca:
Name is Rick Quanstrom.

Press pass is genuine.

He's a freelance
crime photographer.

Sells something
now and then.

Just enough
to maintain his cover.

Tommy: Quanstrom's
another Black Paladin contractor

who took a buyout.

Led a security detail
in Afghanistan.

Accused of looting,
other human-rights violations.

Quanstrom's whole team
returned to the States,

resigned under a cloud.

Right about the time
El Cucuy resurfaced.

What do you mean
"resurfaced"?

The El Cucuy legend
started a long time ago.

[ Siren wailing ]

Somebody in town was
hitting gangbangers like this

way before Quanstrom,

but the original El Cucuy
went dormant -- years ago.

Quanstrom's nothing
if not careful.

He's a planner.

But killing Stephen Wilcox
feels spontaneous to me.

Kyle:
They killed Agent Garza.

Maybe Stephen was gonna
blow the whistle.

Quanstrom did a lousy job
hiding Stephen's body.

He didn't even bother
to search it first,

or we would have never found
that alarm schematic.

[ Sighs ] Why was Quanstrom
in such a hurry?

'Cause he's out of time.

Whatever he's planning,
I think it's going down tonight.

See if Lara can give us
the layout of Koslov's club.

When these guys show up
to take down the place,

we're already gonna be there.

[ Ringing ]

Rebecca:
Lara's not answering.

Lara?

Lara?

Clear.

Tommy: Clear.

She's still alive.

How do you know?

That bastard's gonna want
to parade her

in front of the other girls
to show

that there's no escaping him --
to show them the penalty.

She trusted us, Tommy.

No judge in the city's
gonna sign a search warrant

for Koslov's club
without probable cause.

They'll say you let
a former prostitute

stay at your place out
of the goodness of your heart,

then the girl ripped you off
and split.

I don't care
about a warrant.

I can't let it happen --
again.

We can't let them
do that to her, Frank.

Don't let them
take me back there.

Hey.

We'll get her back.

I promise.

Well, storming the place is out.
We'd get torn apart.

Koslov's club
is a fortress.

And Koslov's men are
not afraid to kill cops.

You got to walk through
a metal detector

just to get in the club,
so you can't bring any guns in.

We need a battering ram.

Kyle: We have one.

Quanstrom.

We don't have probable cause
to search Koslov's club,

but we have plenty of probable
cause to arrest Quanstrom.

Look, I screwed up
back at the diner.

I should have waited
until Zinchenko made his move.

I won't make the same mistake --
not with Lara's life.

So, instead of taking Quanstrom
before he enters the club,

we let him make it inside.

Pursuing Quanstrom
into Koslov's club
is perfectly legal.

No need
for a search warrant.

And once we're inside...

We just let nature
take its course.

* Yeah, yeah, yeah

* Sun is strolling
over the city *

Frank:
Fun starts, Rebecca and Tom
better get to those girls fast

before Koslov figures out
what's going on.

[ Dance music plays ]

[ Detector beeps ]
Hold it.

[ Detector beeps ]

[ Device warbling ]

All right, you're okay.
Go on in.

That's pretty rad.

[ Beep ]

I love books.

That's why the pulping
of a book is so offensive to me.

You see, when a book
is not selling,

the publisher will demand
the bookstores destroy

all their books
by the end of the fiscal year

for the tax write-off.

The bookstores strip...

the covers from these books

and return them
to the publishers

as, uh,
evidence of their destruction.

Sad.

But they're not collectors.

They're businessmen.

And so am I.

You have
such a beautiful cover, Lara.

It pains me to have to remove it
as evidence of your destruction.

[ Breathing shakily ]

Frank:
Van in the alley.

See how low it's sitting
on the shocks?

Must be four,
maybe five guys inside.

Kyle:
It's Quanstrom, for sure.

[ Machine-gun fire ]

Hey, trainee.
[ Shouts indistinctly ]

Kyle!

What's with you?

That's the same look you had
on your face at the crime scene.

I lied to you...
on our first training day.

Well, yeah? No kidding.

Not about Lockhart.

About Theroux.

About why
I couldn't shoot him

when I had the chance
back at Wikstrom's.

'Cause he was unarmed.

Because I wasn't
always so choosy.

Operation Tomahawk.

We hit a Taliban stronghold.

Man:
Bravo team, move!

We took fire.

On your right flank!

[ Shouting indistinctly ]

Unh!

My buddy Sherman went down.

[ Grunts ]

Who's been hit?!

And I lost it.

I chased the guy
who shot him into a...

Watch your six!

...structure, a dwelling.

[ Radio chatter ]

He wasn't the only one
in there.

[ Whimpering ]

You made a mistake.

I didn't --

I didn't make a mistake.

I have something
inside of me.

I'm starting
to think that maybe...

[scoffs]
my dad had it in him, too.

You're damn right he did.

And I'm here to tell you

Billy's monster saved my life
more than once.

We've all got something
in there.

They tell you
you got to keep it caged up,

but it's in there
for a reason,

and sooner or later,
you're gonna need it.

Politeness doesn't get it done
out here.

Political correctness
doesn't deflect bullets.

That monster you're afraid of,
Kyle, sounds to me like

it's the only reason
you're still breathing.

[ Alarm blaring ]

[ Crowd groans ]

[ Music stops ]

[ Indistinct talking ]

Check it out.

[ Whimpers ]

Find the girls.

I've got Koslov.

You sure?

You look great,
by the way.

This is
no police station, boy.

You guys got here fast.

We were
in the neighborhood.

Easy. Easy.

Get down! Get down!

Take me back
to the vault.

Rebecca: Koslov.

You're gonna die tonight.

If there's a life
after this one...

...buddy, you better pray
there isn't.

You're about to find out
all about it!

No, I don't think so.

[ Crack ]

[ Thud ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

You guys okay?

[ Chuckles shakily ]

[ Chuckles ]

[ Door opens ]

[ Indistinct talking ]

So, you gentlemen
find yourselves

in a surrendering
frame of mind tonight?

[ Chuckles ]

Nope.

I was hoping
you were gonna say that.

Go!

[ Sighs ]

Whew!

Quanstrom: Rourke!

Shh.

I think
I'm starting to like her.

[ Grunts ]

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

[ The Eagles' "In the City"
plays ]

* Somewhere
out on that horizon *

* Out beyond the neon lights

* I know there must be
something better *

Lara said you set
each of the girls up

with the full
MacArthur Park.

She also said
you gave them enough money

to start over somewhere.

Don't thank me.
Thank Koslov.

It's his money.

Minus a processing
and handling fee.

* When you live
from day to day *

That's for
the handling fee.

[ Chuckles ]

* City streets
don't have much pity *

* When you're down,
that's where you'll stay *

Day before yesterday,
she threatened to kill me.

Guess that's progress.

Yeah, she's protective
of Frank.

Hell, I've been here
three years.

Sometimes I still feel like
an outsider, man.

Frank rescued her
from a human trafficker.

She was 7.

He used his connections

to hook her up
with a good foster family.

She didn't even know
her own birthday.

Frank made one up for her.

Never misses it -- not once,
not in 20 years.

He's the only father
she's ever known.

[ Cue stick clacks ]

So, what'd you learn,
trainee?

You still haven't told me

why Los Muertos
sent Artemis after you.

I told you --
misunderstanding.

I don't think so.

I think El Cucuy was you.

Way back.

You were the one
who preyed on the monsters,

the thing that came for them
in the night --

their bogeymen.

You have to become the thing
that scares them, Kyle.

[ Gun cocks ]

[ Whimpers ]

[ Crying ]

It's okay, honey.
I'm gonna get you out of there.

Just hold on.

[ Clank ]

Yeah.

I'm a monster
when I have to be.

I'll tell you
what I'm not.

I'm not that guy
at the funeral

telling some poor kid's parents
we're doing everything we can

and watching their faces fall
'cause they know.

That's one lie
I never have to tell.

I'm the guy who gets
to tell Garza's widow
we got the bastards.

That's who I am.

Think you can
live with that?

What if you become
something worse?

Your dad was always around
to make sure that didn't happen.

And now you got me.

[ Gun uncocks ]

Yeah.