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Frank:
Tommy doesn't look like a cop.

Looks like he should be
on the cover of TigerBeat.

He's the last guy
I'd expect to see

in a unit like this,

but the first guy
you want in a gunfight.

He was a pro surfer

until a Great White
nearly tore him in half.

The attack changed him
like a bite from a vampire --

gave Tommy
a taste for death.

He still surfs every morning.

The sharks
don't worry him at all.

But there's
another demon out there

that attacks without warning --

your past.

[ Police siren wails,
tires screech ]

[ Gunfire ]

Frank: There.
See those daisy-cutters?

Grenade launcher
that took out the SUV.

It's all
military-grade hardware.

Those weapons killed six cops,
including your partner.

[ Gunfire ]

I aim to find out how these guys
got their paws on 'em.

Ah, what's the difference

between a Harley
and a vacuum cleaner?

You can fit two dirt bags
on a Harley.

These beauty pageant winners
call themselves The Black 23's.

Wonder if any of them
are single?

Guy with the swastika tattoo
on his face

looks unafraid
of commitment.

Tip came in.

They've got an arms deal
going down early this morning.

[ Cellphone buzzes ]

23's are gonna sell those guns
to the Sinaloans.

And guess who's gonna be there
when it does?

Look at these guys.

They're just
door-to-door salesmen.

They're working for
someone.

I want their CEO.

So do I.

We start with them,

work our way
up the food chain.

Get these weapons
off the street

before another cop winds up
on the wrong end of one.

**

Frank: So, how you gonna
handle it?
Kyle: Handle what?

Lockhart riding your ass about
bringing her intel on me.

Who said
she was riding my ass?

Well, your text messages,
for starters.

You -- you went
through my phone?

You went to take a leak,
I went in your phone.

Let's move past it.

Can you believe
she code-named me "Rooster"?

I feel like there's
a double entendre in
there somewhere.

You broke into my phone.

You left it unlocked, genius.

You must be
getting comfortable here.

Gotta be careful --

someone might go
through your pictures

and find out what kind of
incredibly vanilla stuff

you and your wife get up to
behind closed doors.

You are unbelievable.

Relax, trainee.

Seriously, though,

what are you gonna
give Lockhart?

It's been two months
since she put me in SIS,

and I'm supposed to be
informing on you,

but I haven't brought her
a damn thing.

She's digging in on me,
Frank.

If I don't
give her something soon,

I'll be lucky if all she does
is yank me out of the squad.

She yanks you out,

there goes our chance
of finding Billy's killer.

I gotta give her something
that'll draw blood.

[ Clears throat ]

Tommy, Rebecca,
help me out with a bet here.

Let's say Rolling Stone's

doing a list
of our greatest hits.

What would you say
is our "Sgt. Peppers"?

Tommy:
Wait -- Rolling Stone?

That's --
that's like Pitchfork

for old people, right?

What's "Sgt. Peppers"?

Hilarious.

I'm gonna
trade you guys in

for someone
who looks up to me.

Where's the fun in that?
[ Chuckles ]

What about you, Junior?
You been doing your homework?

Any of my cases
strike you as problematic?

What about the coke bust

y'all pulled in Puente Hills
last year?

Chicken feed.

Lockhart won't bite.

The Wooderson Brothers
beatdown?

Whoa.
I said "draw blood,"

not "stick our junk
in a wood chipper."

How about the old guy
you shot down in Lynwood?

He went after his wife
with an axe.

You shot him in front of
his grandkids

on Christmas.

They were
Jehovah's Witnesses.

it wasn't like
I ruined their holiday.

Tommy: Yo, look alive,
on your three.

**

Frank:
All right, Sinaloans --

the champagne
of gangsters.

Just the type of guys you want
buying heavy artillery.

**

[ Motorcycles approach ]

And here comes the sexy.

**

Wait for them
to make the exchange,

and then swoop in
and ruin their weekend.

**

Clancy: Bienvenidas.

Looking forward to
doing business with you.

Evan, Hurry your ass!

Evan:
Yeah, I'm on it, Clancy!

[ Truck tailgate opens ]

Clancy: As requested --

25 M-4 machine guns,
20 Desert Eagle pistols,

10 Claymore
anti-personnel land mines.

Hell, I'll even throw in
a set of Ginsu knives.

**

$300,000.

Beautiful.

Care to take her
for a test-drive?

[ Gun cocks ]

Got any more ammo?

Oh, you know it.

**

[ Gunfire ]

What's the play, Frank?

Frank: Stay put.

Frank: Well, looks like the 23's
are double-dippin'.

Kill the customers,
re-sell the guns,

get paid twice.

We gotta move in.
Forget it.

Let 'em shoot it out
and grab whoever's
still standing.

What? Circle of life.

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

We don't move now,

there will be no one left
to interrogate.

I'm gonna find out

where those guns
are coming from, Frank.

Okay, keep your shirt on.

All right,
we're movin' in.

**

[ Gun clicks ]

LAPD!
Drop your weapons!

Drop your gun!

Get on the ground!
On the ground!

Drop 'em!
Drop 'em on the ground!

All the way down.

Bad news, Easy Riders,
you're all under arrest.

Keep your hands on the ground
where we can see 'em,

unless you want to become
an involuntary organ donor.

Where the hell's Tommy?

[ Groaning,
grunting in distance ]

Tommy: Come on!

We can't just stand here
and let 'em fight all day.

"Fight" is a generous word
for what I'd call that.

Evan:
Get off! Get off me!

Why doesn't
he just shoot him?

Get off me! Get off me!

[ Grunts ]

Get on the ground.

What the hell
was that all was about?

Just workin' some stuff out

with a buddy
from the old neighborhood.

Well, work it out
on your own time.

Your buddy's
in a world of hurt.

**

[ Elevator bell dings ]

So, Tommy Campbell's
a cop now.

And Evan Corolla's
runnin' with The Black 23's.

You're just
bad news incarnate, bro.

It's good to see you,
amigo.

It's been a hot minute.
Keep movin'.

Frank:
Not to overstate the obvious,

but guess who ain't
making Sturgis this year?

Sturgis
is for soft old men

who are compensating
for something.

[ Scoffs ]
You'd fit right in.

Look around for a second.

Your boys
are already in lockup.

It's just you and me now.

No shame
in doing the math.

Let's see...

homicide
on top of arms dealing

on top of conspiracy?

Gee, your grandkids
will be flying around
in jet packs

by the time
you get out.

So, how 'bout you tell me
where you and the rest of
The Village People

are getting your guns,

and we have a more productive
conversation?

I don't talk to cops.

Never have, never will.

Same policy you seem to have
for taking a bath.

Well, try not to peel

too much paint
off your cell walls.

I'm gonna head out.

I'm gonna get one of your
weak-ass lieutenants

to tell me what I wanna know --
which they will.

Take it to the bank.
Clancy: Long-haired kid
in your squad

had a chance to shoot
one of my crew,

but he didn't.

You guys aren't known for
your restraint.

Instead, they wind up
playing in the sand --

kind of like
they knew each other.

Now, why do you suppose
that is?

[ Chuckles ] You tell me.

You better sit down
with your home boy

and get him talking about
his distributor,

before he gets a shiv
stuck his liver.

**

[ Siren wails,
police radio chatter ]

Moved? What do you mean
"he's been moved?"

10 minutes ago,
Evan Corolla was transferred

out to a federal facility
in Arizona,

on the orders
of the ATF.

Hey, why's the ATF
moving our prisoner around

when you could be out
burning a religious compound?

[ Laughs ]

Well, we're re-branding.

Special Agent Lynch.
Good to meet you.

Mr. Corolla's
part of our op.

He's spent the last year
working for us.

As an informant?
Yeah, he was,

until he failed to tell us about
that gun sale this morning.

And I told him
if he ever screwed up,

I'd have his ass back
to Kingman County so fast,

he'd see jet streams.

I'm nothing
if not a man of my word.

Yeah, you're also the man

who just put a target
on his head.

Come again?

The 23's already think
Evan's a snitch.

You know, that sort of
thing happens when you
scoop one guy up

and leave the rest of his crew
rotting in jail.

Come on,
use your head.

There's 23's in every prison
from here to Missouri.

How long do you think
he's gonna last inside

before somebody serves him
a shank sandwich?

[ Scoffs ]

Well, we're sticking him
in the sex-offender's wing,

so I think the worst thing
he's gonna have to deal with

is some friendly
neighborhood pederast.

And the ATF is taking over
this investigation

from here on,

so thank you for
your cooperation and all that.

Pleasure was all ours.

[ Crashes ]

Rebecca:
What's the deal with you
and that Evan guy?

Tommy: We grew up together.

Things went bad --
ancient history.

Must be why you're
re-arranging furniture.

Don't you think it's weird
we didn't even get the chance

to interview him
about the guns?

And what are you saying?

I'm saying there's
something off about
this entire situation,

and the rest of the 23's
sure as hell aren't gonna talk.

Well, Evan ain't gonna
talk to me either.

I can promise you that.

Well, maybe you, uh --

you get him feeling
a little nostalgic.

How?

By the end of the day,
he's Arizona state property.

What if we get to him
before then?

**

Rebecca: They're en route
to Kingman County Prison.

I-40's under construction,

so they are gonna detour
onto the state road.

We take the 15.

We can beat them to
the inspection gate.

And say what?

"Excuse me, random ATF dudes,

may we please have a word
with your prisoner?"

[ Laughs ]

Kyle:
Drinking on the job --

the recipe for
a long, healthy life.

My grandfather
lived to be 97.
And he did that?

No, but he minded
his own business.

[ Cellphone vibrates ]

Want me
to text her back for you?

"Dear Deputy Chief Lockhart,

here is
a picture of my ass,

suitable for kissing."

What I want is intel,
Frank,

just something that'll buy us
some breathing room.

Ah.

My second wife, Kalisha,

did I ever
tell you about her?

You married a woman
named Kalisha?

Is she black?

No, I managed to find

the only white girl
on the planet named "Kalisha"

and put a ring on her 'cause
she was a limited edition.

Of course she was black.

Kalisha was way into
the Discovery Channel.

I remember
coming home one night,

and she's watching
this documentary

where a mama bird's
chewing up food

and regurgitating it
into its baby's mouth.

That's how
they feed their young.

I'm not gonna
chew your food for you.

You want to investigate me,
trainee?

Happy flying.

* Oh, give me land,
lots of land *

* Under starry skies *

* Don't fence me in *

* Let me ride through
the wide open country *

* That I love

* Don't fence me in

* Let me be by myself
in the evening breeze *

[ Radio shuts off ]

Hey, man,
I was enjoying that.

Makes one of us.

Guy's got
a singing voice

designed
to enrage rodeo bulls.

Damn,
you guys are grouchy.

What are y'all mad for
anyways?

It's not like
y'all are goin' to jail today.

Besides,
we're on this beautiful drive,

got all this awesome scenery,
these blue skies.

You know, I think I saw
the cutest family of jackrabbits

back there.
Shut up!

Okay.

Where y'all going?

Bathroom.

Man, I gotta go, too.

That's heartbreaking.

[ Van doors close ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

**

[ Engines rev ]

Oh, no way!

Hey! Hey!

Hey, Boonie! Dynamite!

Boonie! Dynamite!

Man,
I'm happy to see you guys.

I'm so not ready
to go back to jail.

Hey, you guys gotta get me
the hell out of here quick!

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait!

Clancy asked us
to deliver a message to you.

"Snitches get shot."

I thought it was
"snitches get stitches?!"

[ Laughing]
Not today, Evan. Adios.

[ Vehicle approaches ]

Help! These guys
are trying to kill me!

Hey, these guys are trying
to kill me! Help!

Okay, where were we?

[ Gunshot ]

Drop your weapons,
hands on your head.

Don't think, just do it.

How the hell
did you find me?

You know I'm a detective,
right?

McManus:
Freeze! Drop your weapons!

Easy, boys, we're just here
to talk to your suspect.

You both need
to take a big step back,

put down your guns,
and put your hands --

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

Where the hell were you two
just now?

Pit stop.

So, you left your suspect alone
in the back of a van...

I'm gonna tell you
one last time...
...and while you're gone,

a hit squad of Black 23's
just happens to show up.

Is that right?
You got till the count of three
to disarm.

One!

Two!

Okay, you win.

We're dropping
our weapons.

It's all good.

[ Grunts ]

[ Guns cock ]

Keys. Now.

Out.

I ain't goin' anywhere
with you.

Fine.
Stay here with them.

Oh, hell no.

No, no. Wait, wait, wait.
Wait, all right.

[ Handcuffs unlock ]

Tommy:
Cuff yourselves together.

[ Handcuffs click ]

Rebecca: Do it.

You two are kidnapping
a federal fugitive.

There's no walking back
from this.

This is my situation.

You walk away now,

you still have
plausible deniability.

You were saying?

[ Chuckles ]

**

Thank you.

**

[ Engine starts ]

Son of a bitch!

[ Tires squeal ]

**

Okay, so,
we've officially got

both the ATF
and The Black 23's

coming to kill us,

and we've got maybe
a five-minute head start

before word gets back to Lynch
that we sprung you.

So whatever the hell
is going on here,

you better spill it now.

Wanna hear
a funny story?

Kyle: Paid a visit
to the archives.

Turns out
the Waterstreet case

had nothing to do
with you.

It was
one of my dad's cases

where he was investigated
by I.A.

What are you tryin'
to pull here, Frank?

Oh, man,
this is a hell of a mix-up.

I must be losing my faculties
in my advanced age.

Maybe I need to start doing
brain-building exercises

or taking Ginko Biloba.

Take a pew.

I'll stand.
Suit yourself.

Once upon a time in the hood,
down on Waterstreet,

your dad was after
a real dangerous S.O.B.

named Delvon Lincoln,

went by the street name
of Teflon.

Teflon was
the kind of gangster

that struck fear
in the hearts

of every hope-to-die banger
south of the 10.

Only problem was,

guess why we called him
"Teflon."

No charges ever stuck?

Not even
after he killed a cop.

So, Billy planted a gun
on this mutant,

sent him up to Chino
for 20 years,

and there was peace
in the valley again.

You're saying my dad planted
evidence on a suspect?

Teflon wasn't a suspect.

He was a virus
in a wife beater.

Nobody's pouring out 40s
over poor old Teflon, Kyle.

Billy knew
what needed to get done,

and he had the balls
to do it.

No. No, you're lying.

Oh. Riddle me this.

Who do you think gave Billy
the gun he planted?

I don't care
what you gave him.

My dad would've never done
something like that.

Oh, you wanna talk about
what people will never do?

A few weeks ago,
you never would've helped launch

a semi-legal incursion
into a nightclub

where they sold women
as animals.

You never would've been party
to a kidnapping

of one of the most prominent
citizens of the West Side.

And you probably
would've never stuck around

for a shootout
with a bunch of Yakuza,

defying direct orders
from Lockhart,

when you had the option
of walking away.

[ Gunfire ]

Point is,
what a man is willing to do

is not set in stone, Kyle.

It fluctuates, evolves.

Do this job long enough,
you'll understand.

I'm sorry, was that your

"there is no Santa Claus"
moment for the day?

I asked you for dirt,

and you gave me dirt
on my dad.

You knew I wouldn't take this
to Lockhart.

You're not seeing
the full picture.

Enlighten me.

[ Cellphone vibrating ]

[ Cellphone beeps ]
Yeah.

Tommy:
Look, we got problems.

Me too.

Kyle just made a mess
on the floor here.

We sort of just stole
Evan Corolla from the ATF.

Okay, you win. Talk.

We got the full story
from Evan.

Turns out, he's not
Agent Lynch's snitch.

He's his proxy.

Lynch was using Evan
and The 23's as salesmen

to sell guns
he confiscated on the job.

Clever little bastard's
pulling the same stunt

as The 23's last night.

What?

Double-dipping.

ATF confiscates weapons,

they don't want 'em
falling back in the wrong hands.

So, they send them
to a recycling plant

and melt them down
as pig iron.

Of course, if you keep the guns
for yourself

and make it look like, on paper,
you incinerated 'em,

you can make a tidy profit
reselling them.

Classic double-dip.

Only this particular one
got my partner killed.

Listen up.

Our friend,
Special Agent Lynch,

sold weapons that got used

in one of the worst
police massacres

in LAPD history,

and I bet he's keen
to cover that up.

He won't stop
looking for you

until he's kicked over
every rock in the desert.

You just summoned
old-testament retribution

saving this friend of yours,
Tommy.

I hope he's worth it.

Get your asses
off the grid now.

[ Cellphone clicks ]

[ Cellphone beeps ]

You want answers?

Ask me when this is over.

Time being,

we got figure out a way
to keep our people alive.

[ Birds calling ]

Rebecca: We got to find a place
to hide out.

It's too dangerous here.

Evan:: There's a place
in the desert we can go to.

Wherever he tells us to go,
we do the opposite.

Come on, man,
I'm just trying to help.

Help?

Right, 'cause that's what
you're known for --

always comin' through for people
in their hour of need.

Man, you still mad?

You didn't gather that

by me handing you your ass
this morning?

I just figured
you were blowin' off steam.

Guess you still have
a hell of a lot of steam

left in there, huh?

You got that right.

And for the record,
that fight was a draw.

And I would've
come out on top

if you hadn't been
fighting dirty.

Oh, I don't fight dirty.
You fight dirty.

You held my head down
and you made me eat sand.

That is textbook
fighting dirty.
Come on.

Every time you got in a brawl
with somebody in high school,

you'd grab their junk and
squeeze till they tapped out.

That was your go-to move,
man.
[ Siren wails in distance. ]

People started spreading
rumors about that...
Hey, guys?

[ Police siren wails ]

I'm tellin' you.

This bug-out pad --

ain't no one
gonna find us there.

Trusting this guy
is dangerous.

So is staying out here.

This thing goes sideways,

I promise you,
you'll be the first one shot.

Game plan --

clearing Tom and Rebecca
means busting Lynch.

We gotta get those guns
but of evidence before
he disappears 'em.

And if he's already
gotten there?
Better hope he hasn't.

How much faster
does this thing go?

She was forged
in the 9th circle of Detroit.

See for yourself.

[ Engine revs ]

**

The case of guns from
this morning's bust,
where are they?

Lynch:
They've been requisitioned
back to the ATF.

Wow,
you two look stressed.

Case of the Mondays.

Yeah, it must be spreading,

'cause apparently
two of your cops

just decided to kidnap
our C.I. at gunpoint.

Hard to believe
a couple of L.A. street cops

got the drop
on two armed feds.

Remember that crack
you made earlier

about the ATF incinerating

all those nut bags
down in Waco?

Well, that was done live
on national TV.

So, you can just imagine
what I can do

when there are
no cameras rollin'.

The name Jennifer Mitchell
mean anything to you?

[ Panting ]

Come on, Jen.

Come on, partner, come on!

Died from a gunshot wound,
alongside five other cops.

No, sorry,
that didn't ring a bell.

[ Elevator door dings ]

**

Let's gut
this son of a bitch.

* When there's nowhere else
to run *

* Is there room
for one more son *

* One more son *

* If you can hold on *

* If you can hold on *

* Hold on *

[ Music continues on radio ]

Okay.

you guys gonna keep me
in the dark forever
here, or what?

Come on, man!

What the hell happened
between you two?

It's not the time
or the place.

In junior year,
Venice Beach --

I said
it's not the time.
[ Radio shuts off ]

Let's hash it out, bro.

Come on.

Junior year,
Venice Beach.

it was you and me
and Luke.

Yeah.

It was the two of us
and our friend Luke.

That was the best summer
any of us ever had.

[ MXPX's "Heard That Sound"
plays ]

* So many memories
come down to this *

* I may be lost,
but I'm not hopeless *
[ Laughter ]

* I heard that sound

* A mile away
[ Laughter ]

* I heard that sound
[ Laughter ]

* A mile away
[ All shouting ]

* All those things
I wish that I could say *

* I heard that sound

* A mile away

You wanna go
back out there?

That's okay.

I just wanna
watch the waves.

But he kept pushing us into
more and more dangerous stuff.

I mean, one week,
it's "Let's boost beer
from Davey Jones."

The next, it's,
"Let's break into the surf shop

and steal gear."

I dipped out
when it got to that point,

so he went without me,
took Luke with him.

Oh, he's gonna be so mad.
Oh, yeah.

Tommy:
Next thing you know,

the owner's there,
shooting at 'em.

Oh, crap!

[ Gunshot ]

Tommy: You had a choice.

You definitely
had a choice.

You could've stayed
and tried to stop
the bleeding,

called an ambulance,
something, anything!

Instead, you let him die alone
on the ground.

[ Gasping, groaning ]

[ Cries ]

[ Gasping ]

That true?

I was 17,
and I was scared.

You know
what else is true?

You never
came to see me once

the entire time
I was locked up.

Not even a phone call.

[ Sniffles, sighs ]

Just took off to Australia
to go surfing

while I was getting my teeth
kicked out in the yard, man.

Hell, man.

How you think
I joined up with the 23's

in the first place, huh?

You think I went in there

wanting to be friends
with those people?

[ Sniffles ]

I had a good life.

Had two of the best friends
I could hope for.

And I lost it all over
$65 worth of surfing gear.

Look, Ev, I --

Just stop, man.
Just turn here, bro.

[ Car horns honk ]

Lynch is sitting on
$300 grand's worth
of heavy artillery.

No way he sends that
to the incinerator.

So, what are you proposing?

we roll into the ATF building
and yell "stick 'em up"?

We don't stop this guy,
Tommy and Rebecca go down,

and more guns end up
in the hands of cop-killers.

Train's rolling out, Kyle.

Either get on it
or get under it.

Kyle: I am not risking
letting this bastard go free

because you wanna play cowboy,
Frank.

And I'll be damned
if I'm gonna let Lynch

take something else
from me.

You got a better idea?

I'm all ears.

**

[ Telephone rings ]

Hi, we're from
Vanowen Recycling,

got a call to pick up a shipment
this afternoon?

Hmm.

I don't have
anything scheduled.

Call came from
Special Agent Lynch's office,

said it needed
to get done today.

He's out of the office,

so I'm just gonna have to
connect with him to confirm.

Zoe?

Uh, uh,
that's your name, right?

I'm sorry.
I don't know why.

But I've always
loved that name.

I-I had a Latin teacher
back in high school

who went by "Ms. Zoe,"

and I had the crush
to end all crushes on her.

Do you know what your name
means in Latin?

No.

Neither do I.

I didn't learn a thing
in that class.

[ Both laugh ]

You were too busy
checking out Ms. Zoe?

Eh,
some things never change.

Frank:
We're on a timetable here.

Mind if we get that shipment
squared away?

Sure thing.

If I can get
your signature...

I've seen you before.

[ Both laugh ]

Uh, uh, probably not.
I'm new on the crew.

Brand-new,
just hired him last week.

No, I don't mean that
I've seen you around here.

I --

On TV!

Two months ago,
there was that cop

that jumped out a window
to save that baby,

and I swear to God,
you look exactly like him.

Whoa, hey.

That thing that white people
can't tell black folk apart --

I thought that was just
an ugly stereotype, but --

Oh, no, no, no, no.
I'm --

No, that's not what I meant!
You just proved me wrong.

Oh, I-I-I'm sorry.
Geez, Zoe.

Where is your
racial sensitivity?
[ Scoffs ]

Oh, that is so not
what I meant!

Look, just --
just sign over the shipment,

and I'll be gone.

You know,
back to my side of town.

Back to your side of town?

[ Chuckles ]

She doesn't have to know
I live on Sunset.

I said it before.

You got your dad's magic
in you.

Pshew. [ Laughs ]
Oh, yeah.

**

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

**

Yo!

Hold up.

Easy, dude.
I'm just gonna hit the head.

What's the plan?

Well, first thing tomorrow,

we go find a phone
and call Frank,

see if he somehow pulled
a miracle out of his ass.

Till then, we wait.

[ Sighs ]

I call dibs
on the couch.

Mm.

And I call dibs on

not getting crabs
from the couch.

Good call.

Plumbing doesn't work.

[ Scoffs ]

[ Crash ]

Evan, stop!

[ Revving motorcycle engine ]

Don't move.

Hate that
it came to this, bro,

but you put me
in a little corner,

and I sure as hell don't
trust you to keep me safe.

So this is why
you brought us here, huh?

So you could get your bag
and bug out?

What can I say?

I'm sorry, amigo.

Don't be.
I should've seen it coming.

This is who you are,
man.

Clancy must've given up
this location.

[ Motorcycle engine revving ]

[ Police siren chirps ]

Uh, oh.
Here come the adults.

[ Cellphone beeps,
phone ringing ]

Lynch: Hello?

Howdy, Special Agent Lynch.
It's 3:45.

Do you know
where your guns are?

It's actually 3:46,
Frank.

Do you know
where your crew is?

Tommy: Frank?
Shut up.

You and Becca all right?

I know what
our "Sgt. Peppers" is.

It's
the Whitlock House.
Shut up!

I don't suppose
you're gonna tell me

what the hell that was code for,
Frank, huh?

You suppose correctly.

All right, well,
we're gonna make a trade here --

your crew for my guns.

If I get the slightest inkling,
Frank,

that you're not
coming correct,

then little Becky and Tommy here

won't come home
feet first.

**

Where are we doing this?

**

Man: Out, let's go.

Kyle:
"Whitlock House," huh?

This plan better work.
Frank: Just be ready.

Get your game face on.
Looks like a full house.

Brought along some extra muscle
from south of the border.

Thought that handsome face
looked familiar.

Hands, let me see hands.

McManus, check the crate.

[ Door opens ]

Aah!
[ AC/DC's "Thunderstruck"
plays ]

He got a land mine
rigged in here!

You know, I honestly don't know
how much pressure it takes

to detonate one of these.

Whoa! Don't pull on that!

"Don't pull on that."

Now, those are words

well worth
an obituarian's time.

This thing goes off,

we're talkin'
a 50-foot-wide blast

of shrapnel bukkake.

Now let my crew go,

or are all get cleaned up
with a mop.

I don't think so, Frank.

You're not gonna blow away
your family.

We both know that.

I'm nothing
if not a man of my word.

* Thunder

* Sound of the drums

* Beating in my heart

* The thunder of guns

* Tore me apart

[ Grunts ]

Ahh!

* You've been

* Thunderstruck

**

* Thunderstruck

* Yeah, yeah, yeah,
thunderstruck *

* Thunderstruck

Well, I'll be damned!

Good to see you too,
hermano.

[ Gunshots ]
Aah!

[ Grunts ]

Tommy: Come on, come on.

[ Gun clicks ]

**

Aah!
Rebecca:
Easy there, sweetheart.

You're gonna need that hand
where you're going.

[ Gasping ]

[ Groans ]

Call an ambulance!

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hang in there, Ev.

Look at me.
Hang in there.

Hang in there.
You're gonna be all right.

We got --
We got an ambulance on the way.

We can get you fixed up.

You're gonna be fine,
I promise.

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

No, no, no, no.
Hey, hey.

[ Breathing shallowly ]

Look, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You were just a kid.
You were scared.

I-I shouldn't have
stayed mad at you.

It's not your fault.

It's okay, brother.

[ Breathing shallowly ]

I just wanna
watch the waves.

* When there's nowhere else
to run *

* Is there room
for one more son *

* One more son

* If you can hold on

* If you can hold on

**

We got an active crime scene
in North Lot, Cove Beach.

No, it's contained.

What's the ETA?

Ow!
Thanks.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

You're a real piece of work,
Special Agent Lynch.

Eh, you're not far behind,
Detective Rourke.

Everybody's got
their side hustles.

Mine don't get cops killed.

What?

Jennifer Mitchell.

[ Grunts ]

[ Groans ]

Name rings a bell now,
doesn't it?

That's my trainee.

[ Laughs ]

[ Police siren chirps ]

[ Engine starts ]

[ Police siren wails ]

You know, it's funny.

After the whole thing went down
with Evan and Luke,

it got me thinking
I needed a change.

You know,
if I'd never met Evan,

I'd be somewhere else,
doing something else.

Hell,
I'd be someone else.

Frank:
Thought you might want this.

**

**

You're a good man, Kyle.

[ Chuckles ]

Promise me you won't get lost
out there.

We got 'em, partner.

We got 'em.

I ain't even close

to being in the mood
for this right now.

Just answer me
straight up.

Are you trying to use my father
against me?

You're missing
the point.

How?

What if I was
to tell you

the Waterstreet case
isn't even about your old man?

Come on, trainee.

Look at who signed off
on the file.

That's right.

Lockhart knew what
me and Billy were up to,

but she wanted Teflon gone
just as bad as we did.

Hell, she authorized
the whole operation.

Now, that's information

that could blow up
her entire career.

Use it to your advantage.

Stop reacting
and start instigating.

Flip the script.

This whole
Waterstreet thing...

was you
trying to help me?

That file's a weapon.

I trust you to wield it.

That, and I don't like seeing
my guys get manipulated.

By someone
other than you.

Nobody likes a smartass,
kid.

**

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