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Who the hell are you?

Oh my God.

Why is this person after my child?

He thinks I set him up.

Do you think he can protect you? Because he can't.

I have friends.

People that can make a problem like this disappear.

Is there a reason you're here?

My therapist thought it was gonna be a good idea.

- And it wasn't. - Get out.

If this thing isn't wrapped up by the end of the month,

I'm quitting and I'm coming home.

Whatever's broken between us,

we can fix it.

I ran a background check on you.

- You ran a background check? - Name, date of birth.

It's all fake. Why?

VASILY: My friend had his business interrupted last week.

I'm here to make sure that doesn't happen again.

If I see you again, I'll kill you.

You see me again, you'll probably have to.

- BEACH: What's that? - FOSTER: Video.

Some corporate asshole running a side deal

on that WMD stuff.

I show this to the right people,

it's gonna be one hell of a payday.

Oh, yeah.

Gotta lead on Neck.

You should be the one to do the honors.

He must've slipped out before we got here.

(GUNFIRE)

Beserkers set us up.

If you want to stay out of prison, you're gonna talk to me.

- You ain't got shit. - I have someone inside the Ravens.

We're here for Damon Byrd.

You're gonna kill him? That won't fix things.

Byrd isn't the only Raven that's compromised.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

(CUTLERY CLATTERING)

- (GUNSHOT) - (BODY THUDS)

Sientate.

(PHONE VIBRATES)

Buenos dias.

VICTOR (ON PHONE): I have a problem.

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KATE: Steve.

Can we talk?

(CLEARS THROAT) About what?

You're right. I lied.

I've been telling people I'm 28 for the last four years.

Women age out quickly in a business like this.

I ran the wrong birth date.

Yeah, you did.

I know you're going through a lot right now.

- I just wanted to... - I was an ass for running it in the first place.

Sorry.

Are you?

I get paranoid when people get close.

It's a reflex.

It's a bad one.

But... I forgive you for it.

(KISS)

I'm here if you need to talk.

Thanks.

FRANK: Okay.

Imagine it's thinned out and dressed up a bit.

Okay?

We can put some flowers over there.

Spread out some chairs.

She always said the casino was like her church.

I'm pretty sure she never said that.

Okay, maybe not.

Look, man.

I'm just trying to make it so you got one less thing on your plate.

- Yeah, I know, man. - (PHONE VIBRATES)

Think about it, alright?

You hungry?

Another time.

Frankie...

I appreciate this.

- (CAR REVVING) - (SCREAMING)

- (TIRES SCREECH) - (EXCLAIMS)

(SCREAMING)

(SIGHS)

JEREMY: We need to talk about your mother.

No.

Karen. Your mom...

I don't want to talk about that bitch anymore.

You know, picking at old wounds,

it never helped anyone.

The only thing it does is keep guys like you in business.

What would you like to talk about?

Not her!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

You don't know what it was like.

I don't have to.

This is about you.

I'm afraid of what I'll do if I see her again.

How do you make peace with somebody

when all you want to do is punch 'em in the face?

We should talk about that.

(BEACH CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS) But...

maybe on another day.

It's my last mandated session.

Doesn't mean you have to stop coming to therapy.

If you think that I'm gonna come here willingly,

then you have absolutely lost your mind.

Whether you keep coming to therapy or not, Karen,

it's important you get this stuff with your mom resolved.

Eventually, you're gonna have to get closure.

(METAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

What's this about?

You set us up by sending us to that houseboat.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Hmm.

I saw the guy there with my own eyes.

(GROANS)

Where's Neckbone?

I don't know.

But he sure as hell isn't here, so get out.

- (SANDERS SHOUTS) - (GLASS SHATTERS)

Where is he?

Where's Neckbone?!

(CLUB MUSIC PLAYING)

Yo, what you doing here, G?

I just wanted to tell you in person,

that, um, I'm sorry.

Sorry for what?

I got a better offer.

(GUNS COCK)

(GUNFIRE)

- Take right. - I got it.

Clear.

Heads up on the door stop.

Come on.

Holy shit.

Looks like somebody went through here hard and fast.

You see his body?

COLE: Nah.

HAMMOND: Ramos, blood trail?

Negative.

Yo, yo, yo, we gotta get outta here

before the uniforms show up.

COLE: Yeah, come on.

- (SCREAMS) - (OBJECT CLATTERS)

I want him dead!

Hamm, we gotta go now!

♪ When I come through ♪

♪ Shut down, yeah ♪

♪ Everything shut down ♪

♪ Everybody hit the ground when I come around ♪

♪ Shut down, everything shut down ♪

Did you try and work him?

He's not willing to play ball.

Did you use the sons as leverage?

Yes, he saw right through it.

Look, we're not gonna close up a RICO case over one guy.

This one guy can cause us more problems than you think.

Witnesses at the scene saw three men leaving.

One Caucasian and one African-American.

Steve and Cole?

He's calling the shots

and his sons are falling in line.

Besides a few shaky witness reports,

is there forensic evidence they were involved?

No, but we can't ignore this.

Bring 'em in for questioning.

If we do that, it's gonna raise questions with the other gangs.

Then do it quietly.

This is a serious problem, and it's only getting worse.

We are at a point of diminishing returns here.

End it before things really go south.

You think it could have been Tom?

No, this was organized and clean.

Besides, Tom wouldn't make a move

without talking to you or Cole first, right?

- Nope. - Not necessarily.

What's that mean?

I told Tom about our deal with the Feds.

Why would you do that?!

Because he's got shit for brains.

I had to!

He was gonna kill Byrd.

You shouldn't have said anything.

COLE: And who are you to talk?

You screwed us over just to protect

your goddamn boyfriend.

Where you going?

To tell Byrd that Tom knows.

And you realize they'll put him right back in jail.

For him, it's the safest place.

You believe that shit?

Then you're as much as an asshole as Dad says you are.

Cole, you don't owe him anything.

Yeah, he adopted you, but he didn't raise you.

Mom did.

Well, right now, he's the only family we got, man.

Family looks out for each other.

Where is he?

At some point, you're gonna have to face facts.

Tom only cares about what's best for Tom.

You're wrong, man.

Tom's probably blowing up our deal

with the Feds as we speak.

Where are you going?

None of your business.

You're thinking about running, huh?

It's better than staying here and sitting on our asses.

- What about Hammond? - (BEACH SCOFFS)

You know, we keep following Hammond's lead

and it keeps going to shit.

It's time for us to look out for ourselves.

You wanted to see me?

Start closing up your 302's.

I thought the SAC wants to keep the RICO case open.

He changed his mind.

Was there some new development?

What the hell do you care? You get to go home.

What about the Ravens?

They're going down like everybody else.

Reduced sentences if they're lucky.

"If they're lucky"?

The deal was we cut them a break if they cooperated.

They're corrupt cops, Damon.

We wrap things up here,

and then we bring them in.

Is that gonna be a problem for you?

No.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello?

BYRD (ON PHONE): It's over.

I'm coming home.

When?

Two days, three the most.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Believe me, I was just as shocked as you are.

Anyway, I'm done with the field work.

I'm putting in an application for ASAC.

They're looking to place me somewhere close to home.

You still there?

Yeah.

Look, maybe none of this changes your mind.

But I couldn't wait to tell you.

Henry has been asking about you.

Oh, yeah?

He misses you.

I can't wait to see him.

Call me when you land, okay?

Yeah.

Bye.

WINTERS (ON RECORDING): The FDA is the least of your worries.

I make the decisions about this stuff,

not you.

Sure, it's enough,

but I think we can do better.

Man, this dickhead runs a company

that's gonna be worth millions.

Don't get better than that.

You have him on video meeting other suits, making deals.

That is a lot of people with deep pockets

who could stand to lose if this gets out.

We're not double dipping. Come on.

- Why not? - It's too risky.

You are thinking of this like a payday,

when this could be one hell of a retirement.

(FOSTER SIGHS)

I don't know. I could use a bit more convincing.

Why don't you hold off

on making any more moves...

until I come up with a game plan?

I need to tell you something.

Wait. Before you do, we got a problem.

Do you people have eyes on Tom?

Why?

Because he knows about the RICO, and he's missing.

Shit.

- How the hell did he find out? - That doesn't matter.

Relax.

I don't think he'll blow our cover.

Price probably won't give a shit.

- Why? - The RICO's being wrapped up.

RAMOS: Whoa, whoa, what does that mean?

They're bringing you in.

- What? - The SAC will probably approve a deal,

get some time off your sentence.

RAMOS: No! No!

To hell with this!

We've been putting our asses on the line working this.

You do what you gotta do. I'm done.

(PHONE BEEPING)

What changed?

- BYRD: I'm not sure. - (LINE RINGING)

Look, I'm giving you the heads up about it when I shouldn't.

So that shit with Sleep...

consider it paid in full.

- LOURDES (ON PHONE): Hello? - Babe, it's me. Listen.

I don't have a lot of time to talk.

Things have gone bad.

I need you to get ready to leave tonight.

Okay, Pete, you're scaring me.

Just tell me what's happening.

I promise I will, but not right now.

Wait, hold on, hold on.

- (TIRES SCREECHING) - Cover! Guns!

Pete!

- Get down! - (GUNFIRE)

Pete!

Okay, assholes. Guns on the ground.

Do it!

Pete!

Si, ya esta todo pedido.

- Claro que si... - Dad!

- What is it? - It's Pete! Something happened to Pete!

I heard gunshots.

- Are you sure? - Now you promised you'd fix things!

- You told us we were gonna be safe. - Calm down, baby.

Calm down. Tell me exactly what happened.

Oh God, I think they killed him.

Come here, baby, come here, come here.

- (LOURDES CRYING) - (KISS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

I caught it in the air. Where's Hammond?

He was gone on arrival. Detectives are en route.

Did anybody see what happened?

No, no, but we are starting to canvass.

Look, there's no blood. Chances are he wasn't hit.

Who's assigned this black and white?

It's one of yours from South Station named Byrd.

We're throwing a net over the cop gangs.

At 0500, three separate teams will drop paper

on key members of the Vipers, Berserkers and Ravens.

We're not bringing the informants in first?

Our UC is still in play in their inner circle.

We're holding back until we can bring him in.

Trust me. They're going down too soon enough.

So we tip our hand and then go for a second sweep?

We've included copies of our suspects' ten cards,

listing their service weapons.

That doesn't mean that's the only gun they'll have.

Any other questions?

Alright, let's play it safe.

Remember, your perps are cops.

They're armed. They know the drill.

Be careful.

Nothing from Byrd?

He isn't answering his cell.

I don't like the way this is going, Price.

We have it in hand.

I hope so,

because if this goes sideways,

I'm not taking the heat alone.

(PHONE BEEPS)

VOICEMAIL: The cellular customer you have called is unavailable.

(PHONE BEEPS)

VASILY: The last time we spoke...

you said you would kill me if you saw me again.

Do you remember that?

Yeah.

And I said,

you'd probably have to.

Let me qualify that.

If you and your friends

don't tell me everything I need to know

before the night is done...

you are going to beg me to kill you.

Just to stop the pain.

Vasily, you're making a huge mistake here, man.

You've got three cops here. This isn't the Ukraine.

(GRUNTS)

- (RAMOS GROANS) - You're a tough guy, ain't you?

RAMOS: Come on you piece of shit. Come on!

Where I come from, cops are help.

Cheap help at that.

I see no difference here.

BYRD: They're tracking our phones.

Probably already on us.

Cut your losses, and walk away.

VASILY: You're saying we don't have a lot of time?

Okay, okay.

Let's get started.

I need to know everything you gave the Feds about my bosses.

Starting with the house by the Channels.

That was your boy Kilvinsky.

I thought you already plugged that leak.

Kilvinsky died...

and the case remained.

That tells me he wasn't the informant.

You were.

You're fishing.

(METAL SCRAPES)

For every answer I don't like...

I'm going to take a finger.

You understand?

Choose carefully.

You don't want to run out of fingers.

I don't know who you are, or why I'm talking to you.

I worked with Winters.

Who's that?

Yeah, that's right. Be an asshole.

But here's the deal.

Winters recorded everybody.

She was a big believer in insurance that way.

Listen, you gotta make your point,

or I'm gonna call security.

I've got video.

What kind of video?

The kind that'll prove you knew all about the WMD,

had Winters running it on the street.

That Dante Gardener kid, he's just a patsy.

A delivery boy.

Now, any of this comes out,

there goes your FDA approval,

there goes your company.

Let me tell you this, buddy boy.

You're way too pretty to be doing any kind of time...

if you know what I mean.

How much are we talking?

500 grand cash.

Flash drive's yours.

You gotta show me what you got first.

I'm sure you got a laptop or something lying around. Bust it out.

(FOSTER BLOWS AIR)

(FOSTER SIGHS)

(COMPUTER BUZZES)

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

(COMPUTER BUZZES)

What the hell?

Get out, before I have someone throw you out...

buddy boy.

COLE: Where's Tom?

CARL: Dunno. He hasn't been around.

- You try his cell? - He's not answering his phone.

He's... he's taking it hard what happened to your mom and...

Look, cut the bullshit!

I know you two are tight,

and you probably have a way of contacting him.

Look. Look at me, man.

I need to tell him that Steve's missing.

Missing?

It looks like someone grabbed him, okay?

- Yeah, I'll get Tom the message. - When?

I don't have time for this bullshit.

You sit tight until I talk to your dad.

Do it now!

(DOOR CLOSES)

(PHONE BEEPING)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

I am so very tired of these games.

(RAMOS COUGHING)

We could play something else.

You like Checkers?

Or Jenga?

HAMMOND: Yeah, you can beat us all you want,

the answer stays the same.

We know nothing.

(RAMOS GROANS)

HAMMOND: Enough! Enough!

Ramos?

Ramos!

Goddammit!

I left word for your old man.

When he calls, I'll let you know.

I'm done waiting.

Go home, Cole.

I'll call you when I hear from him.

That ain't good enough.

You tell me where he is, Carl,

or I'ma beat it out of your ass, man.

Did you hear me?

Look, did you hear what I...

- (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING) - (COLE GROANING)

(SCREAMING)

CARL: I told you what was gonna happen

if you kept talking shit!

(COLE SHOUTS)

(COLE MOANING)

Sorry to bug, Tom.

Someone wants to talk to you.

(GROANING)

Dad.

(FOOTSTEPS)

What are you doing here?

Why would you take it?

- Take what? - The flash drive.

Give it back.

- Now! - Keep your damn voice down.

- I have neighbors. - You are screwing this up for both of us.

Without it, we can't leave this shit behind us.

This was nothing but a money grab for you, asshole.

Stop trying to make it sound like it had anything to do with us.

You're gonna give me the damn flash drive.

You can go to hell.

You mother...

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(BOTH PANTING)

Man, this ain't normal.

Not even close to it.

I put my hands on you.

I shouldn't have done that.

And then I put mine right back on you.

Payback's a bitch...

so am I.

(BEACH LAUGHING)

Maybe I've been asking my questions in the wrong way.

Hmm?

BYRD: If we were with the Feds,

we'd be trying to flip you.

Make a deal!

(BYRD GROANS)

He knows nothing.

We're going to see.

(BYRD WHIMPERING)

I told you what I would do

if you don't answer my question.

I don't play.

Until you tell me the truth...

your friend here's going to suffer.

- HAMMOND: Don't be an asshole. - (BYRD WHIMPERS)

He knows nothing.

Let him go.

- (BONE CRUNCHES) - (BYRD SCREAMS, MUFFLED)

God! Shit! Fuck! God! Fuck!

- (VASILY SHUSHING) - (BYRD CRYING)

Hang in there, man.

- (BYRD WHIMPERS) - Hang in there!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Hey, kid. - Hey, Frank.

Thank you for coming. I appreciate it, sir.

Sure.

Where, uh, where's Steve?

I didn't see him on the way in.

Everyone will please take their seats.

Friends, family...

we are joined together today in grief

to honor the life of Gwenn Hammond.

Those of you who knew Gwenn,

know what a wonderful person she was,

and how she's touched each of our lives.

(BYRD SCREAMING, MUFFLED)

You are going to tell me exactly

what FBI know about my employers.

That's enough. That's enough!

- (VASILY GRUNTS) - HAMMOND: No!

- (BYRD SCREAMS, MUFFLED) - (BONE CRACKS)

- (HAMMOND YELLS) - (BYRD CRYING)

HAMMOND: I'm sorry, man. I'm sorry.

You want another?

I'm going to cut another.

- Okay. - BYRD: No! No!

No! No!

- (BYRD SCREAMS, MUFFLED) - (BONE CRUNCHES)

(BYRD CRYING)

VASILY: You see that?

There is more, there is more.

(BYRD WAILING)

Stop! Stop!

Goddammit! Just stop!

(BYRD SOBBING)

I'll tell you everything you need to know.

I'll tell you...

- I don't believe that. - HAMMOND: I said I'd tell you!

- No! - (BONE CRUNCHES)

You motherfucker!

It was me.

I told the Feds about the holding pen.

That's all they have.

I don't believe you.

Listen, listen! They got me dirty.

They said I could keep out of jail

if I turned evidence against the cop gangs.

They want the Berserkers, not you!

Your people were just collateral damage.

VASILY: Okay.

Okay.

I believe you.

I believe you.

RAMOS: No, no, no! No!

(GUNFIRE)

Who are you?

You're free to go.

You got a phone? Call an ambulance!

Hey! Hey, hey, stay with me, bubba.

Stay with me, stay with me.

In case we have company.

HAMMOND: No!

What did you do?

GRANDFATHER ASSASSIN: You shot him.

Not us.

He was a Fed, and you knew it, didn't you?

Now, move!

RAMOS: Steve? Steve! Steve!

We don't have a play right now, brother.

Please. Please.

- GRANDFATHER ASSASSIN: Move! - RAMOS: Okay.

Okay, we're going.

- We're going. - I got you.

RAMOS: Okay? We'll go.

Steve, Steve, come on.

- Goddammit, Steve, turn around. - Move!

RAMOS: Come on, bud. It's the cartel.

I got you. I got you!

Out.

Get out.

The man you killed was my friend.

I will find you.

Vamonos.

I've seen those cabrones at Victor's.

Your father-in-law?

Why?

Why would he have anything to do with this?

License and registration.

Faster, asshole! Come on.

(TIRES SCREECH)

- (SIREN WAILING) - Officer Sanders, you're under arrest.

Shit!

Alright!

Yo, what the hell's going on?

Shut your mouth. We ain't here for you.

You're making a big mistake.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Sir, I have the security camera screen grabs that you requested.

Good. Thank you.

(PHONE BEEPS)

I got a guy I need you to look into.

I've got bigger problems.

So you're just gonna have to wait.

(PHONE BEEPS)

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